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Dem Leser zur Warnung,

hier geht es um Demütigung und schmutzigen Sex,

später sogar um NS und KV bis in den Toilettenbereich,

also die tiefsten Abgründe der menschlichen Perversionen.

Verabredung im Club

Obwohl wir gedanklich eine neue Orientierung beschlossen hatten, so wollten wir doch unsere Verabredung mit den anderen Partyurlaubern einhalten. Wer weiß, wie weit sie mit uns gehen würden, wenn wir sie zum Ficken in den Toilettenbereich locken. Erst mussten wir aber duschen, denn wir waren noch vom Strand verschwitzt, nicht zu vergessen, dass wir uns auch noch von Ulli und Karl ficken ließen. Bei aller Liebe, wir mussten sauber auftreten, mit stinkenden Frauen gibt sich doch niemand ab.

Baki war zuerst in der Dusche, stellte aber das Wasser nicht an. Als ich zu ihr kam, hielt sie die Hand auf dem Hebel und ging vor mir in die Hocke. „Ich will wenigstens einmal fühlen, wie das ist”, lockte sie zu mir hoch und war mit ihrem Gesicht schon unterhalb meiner Scham. „Aber ich darf danach”, verstand ich sofort ihren Wunsch, wobei ich erst Hemmungen hatte. Als es dann aus meiner Blase schoss, riss Baki ihren Mund auf und hielt ihr Gesicht mitten in den Strahl.

Es war nur ein kurzer Moment, aber Baki kam mit leuchtenden Augen zu mir hoch, zog mich ran und legte ihre Lippen auf meinen Mund. Obwohl ich dabei meinen eigenen Urin schmeckte, war es ein besonderes Gefühl, wie Bakis Körper sich an meinem rieb. Mir war nicht bewusst, wie glitschig die Haut danach aufeinander rieb.

Bisher hatte ich jeden Kontakt damit vermieden und der lang gehegte Wunsch nach Natursekt bezog sich eher auf die emotionale Art. Es ging mir darum, moralische Grenzen zu überschreiten, nicht mehr das wohlerzogene liebe Mädchen, sondern das billige Flittchen, das im Bett keine Hemmungen hat und sogar bei den schmutzigsten Praktiken mitmacht. Dass Bakis nasse Umarmung so erotisierend wirkte, hatte ich nicht erwartet.

„Jetzt du”, wollte ich unbedingt weiter gehen und ließ mich an Baki abgleiten. Auch Baki brauchte etwas, bevor sie ihre Schleusen öffnete, dabei hielt sie aber meinen Kopf fest und genau wie sie, hatte ich meinen Mund offen, als mich der Strahl ins Gesicht traf. Es schmeckte salzig und etwas konnte ich davon schlucken, aber es war viel zu schnell vorbei.

Baki zog mich wieder hoch und küsste mich. „Bei den Männern dauert es immer etwas länger, jedenfalls brauchte Walter immer ewig, bis er ausgepisst hatte.” Dazu konnte ich nur nicken, bei Pascal hatte ich es auch immer lange gluckern gehört, wenn er mal wieder stehend urinierte und dabei die Badezimmertür offenließ.

Nach dem Duschen war natürlich nichts mehr von unserem Spiel da und wir rochen nur noch nach Lavendel-Apfelblume von unserem Duschgel. Für den Abend wählten wir zwei Sommerkleider, die wir zusammen für diesen Urlaub gekauft hatten, gewisserweise wollten wir unsere Männer mit identischen Kleidern spitz machen. Das war ein schwarzes Minikleid, mit Spaghettiträgern, die man aber nicht unbedingt brauchte, denn die Korsage war so stramm, dass das Kleid auch so hielt. Dazu war der Stoff gerafft und der Saum zog sich immer recht hoch.

Da unsere Männer bereits abgereist waren, werden wir wohl jemand anderes damit erfreuen. Selbstverständlich verzichteten wir auf Unterwäsche, wenn wir unser Ziel erreichen, würden wir die ja nicht mehr wiedersehen. Eine Besonderheit hatte das Kleid, die uns jetzt zugutekam. In der Taille war eine Minitasche eingearbeitet, in die man gerade ein Tempo bekam. Da wir jetzt selbst Geld einstecken mussten, brauchten wir nicht umständlich eine Handtasche mitzunehmen, unsere Handys konnten wir für die Nacht im Zimmer liegen lassen, mit wem sollten wir denn auch schreiben.

Der Club war schon recht voll, als wir eintrafen, aber als Frau ohne männliche Begleitung kommt man überall rein. Leider fanden wir unsere Partygruppe nicht, wie wir später auf Bakis Handy lasen, wurde ihnen der Zugang verwehrt.

Während wir vergeblich auf unsere Verabredung warteten, hatten wir uns etwas zu trinken bestellt und beim Rumschauen standen die halb vollen Gläser auf der Theke. Aus dem Augenwinkel bekam ich mit, wie jemand etwas in die Gläser spritzte, wobei die Cola kurz aufschäumte. Schnell informierte ich Baki und statt sich aufzuregen, kicherte sie: „Sollen wir darauf eingehen, wir wollen doch sowieso gefickt werden.” „Du meinst?” „Klar, das wird doch ein geiles Spiel, wenn die uns willenlos haben und alles mit uns machen können.”

Natürlich wollten wir nicht wirklich betäubt werden, wo blieb da unser Spaß. Direkt kam auch die passende Gelegenheit. Jemand stellte ein Tablet mit leeren Gläsern neben unsere und so konnte ich schnell unsere Gläser tauschen. Den fehlenden Inhalt mit der Hand versteckt, reichte ich Baki ein Glas und für alle deutlich sichtbar, kippten wir den Rest aus „unseren” Gläsern in den Mund. Zwar wussten wir nicht, wer vor uns daraus getrunken hatte, aber das war gerade unerheblich.

Kurz, nachdem wir die Gläser abgestellt hatten, gesellten escort anadolu yakası sich zwei unscheinbare Männer zu uns, unter anderem derjenige, der an unseren Gläsern war. Locker flirteten sie mit uns, dass es aussah, als würden wir uns schon ewig kennen. Nach ein paar Minuten schwankte Baki etwas, als sei ihr der Alkohol zu Kopf gestiegen. Direkt legte der eine seinen Arm um ihre Hüfte, worauf sich Baki anschmiegte.

Nun musste ich auch die Anzeichen zeigen, so taumelte ich zu dem anderen, worauf er mich gleich hochhielt. Minuten später waren wir schon an dem Hinterausgang und mein Begleiter meinet zu dem Türsteher: „War wohl ein bisschen viel für die beiden.” „Boa, das war aber so lecker”, stützte nun Baki die Aussage, worauf der Türsteher sich zufriedengab.

Mit uns ging es zu einem Platz, auf dem tagsüber Marktstände standen, und am Ende gab es zwei Sitzbänke, die nachts nicht richtig ausgeleuchtet waren. Während Baki zu der zweiten Bank geschoben wurde, saß ich bereits mit meinem Begleiter auf der Ersten. Ohne lange zu zögern, hatte er mich in den Arm genommen und drückte mir die Zunge in den Hals. Zwar weiß ich nicht, wie man wirklich unter KO-Tropfen reagiert, aber ich habe den Kuss erwidert, als sei es mein Bräutigam am Tag vor meiner Hochzeit.

So motiviert fühlte ich seine warme Hand an meinem Schulterblatt, die mir gleich die Träger von der Schulter schob. Noch war meine Brust bedeckt, das hinderte ihn nicht daran, mit seiner Hand in meinen Ausschnitt zu greifen. Auf dem öffentlichen Platz, zwar im Halbdunklen, legte er meine Brüste frei und griff unbarmherzig zu. Im normalen Fall würde ich dabei stöhnen und ihm meine Brüste entgegendrücken. Ihn motivierte es noch fester zuzugreifen, wobei er meine Brust richtig quetschte. Schließlich war er sich so sicher, dass er unter festem Griff mein Brustfleisch verdrehte, dass es mir richtig wehtat.

In meiner Rolle als willenlos gemachte Sexpuppe, konnte ich mich dagegen nicht wehren, dachte ich wenigstens, so blieb mir nur, in seinen Mund zu schreien, was er als weitere lustvolle Gefühlsäußerung meinerseits verstand.

Nur meine Brüste zu malträtieren war ihm wohl nicht gut genug, denn wo ich obenrum schon nackt war und meine Brüste offen zur Schau stellte, schob er noch meinen Rock hoch. Mit dem Fehlen meines Slips hatte er anscheinend nicht gerechnet, denn er jauchzt zu seinem Kompagnon: „Hey, meine Fotze läuft unten blank rum.” „Meine auch”, hörte ich den anderen, „anscheinend haben wir zwei läufige Flittchen erwischt.” „Volltreffer würde ich sagen”, meinte meiner, „dann brauchen wir uns auch nicht zu sorgen, wenn wir sie zu hart anfassen.” „Ne brauchst du nicht”, dachte ich mir lautlos, wobei Baki bestimmt gleich empfand, „hoffentlich macht ihr auch bald mal was.”

Als er zwischen meine Beine griff und mir mehrere Finger in die Spalte drückte, hätte ich fast meine Tarnung aufgegeben. Automatisch griffen meine Hände nach vorne und umklammerten seinen Arm, dass er die Hand nicht zurückziehen konnte. Er wertete die Reaktion aber als Bereitschaft eines unter Drogen stehenden Lustobjekts und rammte seine Finger hemmungslos weiter in meinen Schlitz. Mein Körper nahm die Animation dankend auf und zusammen mit meiner psychischen Bereitschaft mich willentlich diesen gewalttätigen Handlungen hinzugeben, löste sich ein Orgasmus aus, bei dem es mir aus der Scheide spritzte.

Meinem Begleiter gefiel es überhaupt nicht, denn er schimpfte laut: „Die Saufotze pisst mir auf die Hand.” Angeekelt trocknete er seine nasse Hand an meinem sauberen Kleid, und da ich mir das Grinsen nicht verkneifen konnte, spuckte er mir ins Gesicht.

Früher hätte ich darauf reagiert, wäre aufgesprungen und hätte ihm eine gescheuert. Inzwischen war es aber nicht mehr meine Art, bei der Erniedrigung reagierten meine Gefühle, mir wurde heiß und ich wollte mehr davon. Das ging aber nicht, jedenfalls durfte ich es nicht zeigen, ich war doch in der Rolle der willenlosen Sexpuppe.

Wer weiß, wie die beiden reagieren, wenn sie merken, dass wir sie durchschaut hatten. Vor dem Gesetz war das eine Vergewaltigung im besonders schweren Fall, genauso wie erzwungener Sex mit Waffengewalt. Bei solchen Menschen muss man vorsichtig sein, wenn die in die Enge getrieben werden …

„Was machst du denn mit mir?”, maulte ich ihn lallend an, als wenn ich neben mir stehen würde, „fick mich doch einfach weiter.” Damit versuchte ich, ihn von meinem Grinsen abzulenken und ihn auf das Wesentliche zu bringen. Mein Versuch hatte Erfolg, denn er war sich wieder meiner Willenlosigkeit sicher.

Wenig später lag ich mit dem Rücken auf der Bank, meine Beine hingen auf beiden Seiten runter und mein Kleid hatte sich um meinen Bauch zusammengerollt. Umständlich stieg er über mich und zog sich erst einen Gummi über, bis er mit seinem Glied gegen meine Scham stieß. Arschloch dachte die verdorbene Seele in mir, du kannst mich doch auch richtig ficken.

„Boa, ist das eine escort istanbul geile Sau”, rief er zu seinem Kollegen, „die Fotze ist so nass, als hätte da gerade einer abgespritzt.” „Was meinst du, warum du unbedingt einen Pariser überziehen musst”, hörte ich nun den Anderen, „wer weiß, welcher Schwanz da schon alles reingerotzt hat.”

Nun hörte ich Baki aufschnaufen und danach empfahl ihr Ficker: „Du musst einfach ihr Arschloch nehmen, das ist noch nicht so ausgefranst.” Augenblicklich verlor ich die angenehme Füllung aus meiner Scheide und er griff nach meinem rechten Unterschenkel. Rücksichtslos drückte er das Bein hoch, bis sich mein Becken halb drehte und mein Knie an der linken Schulter lag.

Die Haltung auf der harten Bank tat schon weh, aber dann rammte er mir ohne Rücksicht auf Verluste seinen Bolzen in den Hintern. „Auuuuuaaa, du Arschloch”, konnte ich den schmerzenden Aufschrei nicht verhindern. Doch „das Arschloch” ließ sich davon nicht beirren und stieß seinen Bolzen immer wieder bis zum Anschlag in meinen Darm. Einmal geweitet, war es auch nicht so schlimm und seine freie Hand, die mir noch grob an die Brust griff, gab mir noch die zusätzliche Animation, dass ich loslassen konnte.

Ich habe nicht mehr mitbekommen, ob, wie oder wann er in mir gekommen ist, nur zogen noch Schauer durch meinen Körper, als er schon nicht mehr auf mir lag. „Du brauchst sie nicht anziehen, lass sie einfach so liegen”, hörte ich ihn nun zu seinem Kollegen sagen, „vielleicht kommen ja noch andere vorbei und wollen ihren Spaß mit den Fotzen haben. So weggetreten, wie die hier liegen, sehen die doch total besoffen aus.” „Recht hast du”, kam die Antwort, „und wenn einer die Gelegenheit nutzt und die Fotzen durchfickt, verwischt der alle unsere Spuren.”

Während sie gingen, behielt ich sie im Auge, und erst als sie um die Ecke bogen und uns weder hören noch sehen konnten, sprach ich Baki an: „Und, warten wir noch auf andere Ficker, die die Gelegenheit ausnutzen?” „Klar machen wir das”, kicherte Baki, „dazu brauchen wir aber nicht so verdreht auf der beschissen harten Bank liegen.” Darauf kam sie zu mir, ohne das Kleid zu richten, also sowohl Brust als auch ihre Scham, war offen zu sehen.

„Das ist doch total scheiße, dass mich keiner richtig durchficken will”, lallte sie gespielt torkelnd und setzte sich kichernd zu mir. Wir warteten etwas, ob nicht doch jemand vorbeikam. Es kam jemand, aber nicht so, wie wir es uns gedacht hatten. Zum Glück haben wir sie rechtzeitig erkannt und konnten unsere Kleider richten.

„Patetične Kurve”, murmelte die Polizistin, als sie uns erkannte und ihr Begleiter schüttelte nur verachtend den Kopf. Selbst wenn wir wegen der KO-Tropfen Anzeige erstatten würden …

Wir verlieren uns bei der geänderten Auswahl.

Wir waren mit einer Hochstimmung nach Hause gegangen, denn was konnten wir noch mehr erreichen. Der Sex war mehr als ausreichend und die abschließende Verachtung der beiden Polizisten löste in uns eine neue Glückswelle aus, kaum vorstellbar, wie sehr unsere emotionalen Werte sich verändert hatten. Im Bett kuschelten wir uns eng aneinander und mit dem festen Wunsch, weitere moralische Grenzen zu überschreiten, schliefen wir ein.

Da wir recht früh im Bett waren, ließ uns die Sonne nicht so lange schlafen. Nachdem wir uns im Arm liegend noch einmal Mut zusprachen, standen wir auf. Da wir inzwischen keine Hemmungen mehr hatten, wählten wir gleich unser Strandoutfit, das heißt, das kurze Top, das wohl unseren Busen bedeckte, aber den Bauch freiließ und den Rock, besser Röckchen, das auf der Hüfte getragen, gerade mal eine Handbreit unter dem Schritt endete.

Im Frühstücksraum half uns das Schicksal, denn an dem Büfett fielen uns zwei Männer auf, allein schon, weil sie in dem Speisesaal eine Deutschland Basecap trugen. Die Kappe war ein No-Go in diesem Gesellschaftsraum und dann noch in Schwarz-Rot-Gelb. Das war schon ein Grund, sich als deutscher Urlaubsgast zu schämen.

Damit schossen sie aber nicht den Vogel ab.

Der eine Mann trug rote Shorts, nur die rote Shorts und dazu blauweiße Adidas-Schlappen. Seine Brust war stark behaart und sein dicker Bauch drückte vorne den Hosenbund runter, wobei hinten der Ansatz der Arschritze zu sehen war. Die Haut glänzte mehr rot als braun und besonders fielen mir seine Zehennägel auf. Einmal waren die viel zu lang und dann noch grau, dunkelgelb verfärbt. Bua, ungepflegt und ekelig.

Der Andere war nicht besser. Er trug eine königsblaue Badehose und darüber ein schwarzes Achselshirt, bei dem oben die Brusthaare rausquollen. Er war wesentlich blasser, als der Andere und seine Füße sahen nicht viel besser aus. Eines war bei dem aber der Hammer, so was habe ich noch nie im Leben gesehen. Als ich hinter ihm stand, fiel ihm seine Zimmerkarte runter. Er bückte sich danach und ich blickte ihm zwangsläufig auf den Hintern. Die Hose hatte hinten eine kreisrund verschlissene Stelle, und als er sich bückte, konnte ich bis zu seinem After durchsehen.

Baki escort avrupa yakası hatte es auch gesehen und musste sich stark zusammennehmen, um nicht brüllend loszuspotten. Noch während wir uns das Lachen verkneifen mussten, zog so ein Kribbeln in meinen Bauch und mir wurde es ganz warm. Baki hatte wohl den gleichen Eindruck, denn sie fasste nach meinen Händen. „Das kann mich ja täuschen”, fasste ich es in Worte, „eine bessere Auswahl werden wir nicht so einfach finden.” „Ich hoffe, dass es bei ihnen nicht nur die äußere Ausstrahlung ist”, zweifelte Baki zwar, sah aber keine Alternative. „Die richtig bösen Arschlöcher verbergen sich meistens hinter Maskeraden und hier haben wir nicht die Zeit, die zu knacken.”

Mehr Worte bedurfte es nicht, der Beschluss stand schon fest, als wir nach unseren Händen griffen. Erst stellten wir unser Frühstück auf dem passenden Tablet zusammen. Mit vollem Tablet suchten wir den Tisch der Beiden, denn es war uns sicher, dass sich niemand zu ihnen setzte, es sei denn vielleicht die Ehefrauen. Wir fanden sie um die Ecke an einem kleinen Vierpersonentisch direkt vor dem großen Panoramafenster. Dort saßen sie sich versetzt zueinander gegenüber, denn ihre Beine waren weit unter den anderen Stuhl gestreckt.

Obwohl neben ihnen noch Tische frei waren, gingen wir direkt zu ihnen und fragten: „Dürfen wir uns zu euch setzten?” Bevor sie antworten konnten, hatte Baki schon ihr Tablet auf den vorderen Platz gestellt. „Ja, ähm, Moment”, kam von dem mit den roten Shorts und er beugte sich beim Aufstehen vor, um seinen Platz für mich freizumachen. Gleichzeitig hatte ich mich aber über sein Tablet gebeut und mein Tablet neben ihm abgestellt. Zwangsläufig stießen unsere Körper zusammen, wobei ich erstarrte, als sich sein schwitziges Gesicht gegen meinen Ausschnitt drückte. Von mir aus hätte er so bleiben können und ich war fast versucht, seinen Kopf mit der Hand an mir zu halten.

„Alles gut, ich sitze lieber am Fenster”, beruhigte ich ihn, als er zu einer Entschuldigung ansetzte. Umständlich zwängte ich hinter seinen Stuhl zu meinem Platz, wobei ich meine Hände auf seine Schulter legte und mit meiner Brust an seinem Rücken lang rieb. Zwar hätte ich den Stuhl hinter uns verschieben können, aber wollte ich das?

Baki war noch dreister, beim Abstellen des Tablets rutschte ihr „zufällig” das Messer vom Tablett und zum Aufheben ging sie in die Hocke, indem sie ihre Knie beugte und weit auseinander drückte. Selbst von meinem Platz konnte ich ihr zwischen die Beine sehen, und da wir beide ohne Höschen rumliefen, konnte ich auf ihre haarlose Scham sehen und deutlich ihre Schamlippen erkennen. Baki verharrte etwas in der offenen Haltung und statt wieder hochzukommen, ließ sie sich erst noch auf den Hintern plumpsen. Bakis verlegen wirkendes Kichern umrahmte das Ganze noch und spätestens damit mussten die Beiden doch unsere Bereitschaft erkennen.

Während des Frühstückens unterhielten wir uns miteinander und natürlich stellten wir uns gegenseitig vor. Der verschwitzte mit der roten Shorts und dem dicken Bauch war der Hubert und der blassere mit der Pupslochbadehose nannte sich Eugen. Als wir noch erfuhren, dass die beiden keinen Anhang mehr hatten, erklärten wir, dass unsere Männer uns hier allein zurückgelassen hatten und wir nun Anschluss suchten.

Das Verbale war aber nur das eine, denn auch so zeigten wir unsere Bereitschaft. Anfangs drückte ich mein Knie an das Bein des neben mir sitzendem Hubert und das andere Bein stellte ich gerade, dass es Eugens Bein berührte. Ausweichend streckte Eugen seine Beine aus und damit konnte ich meinen Fuß auf seinen Oberschenkel legen. Gerade hatte ich meine Hand auf Huberts Oberschenkel gelegt, da griff Eugen nach meinem Fuß und hielt ihn fest.

„Auch wenn es mir gefällt, wie ihr euch so anbietet, würde mich doch interessieren, was ihr damit bezwecken wollt”, fragte Eugen, wobei er meinen Fuß festhielt und sein Daumen fest über die weiche Mitte meiner Fußsohle rieb. „Geld haben wir jedenfalls keins.” Dieses Streicheln allein erzeugte schon ein Kribbeln in meiner Mitte, die Frage ließ aber mein Blut in den Kopf schießen. Obwohl Eugen mich fragend ansah, blickte ich kurz zu Baki, die auch im Gesicht rot angelaufen war.

„Wir wollten hier einen richtigen Liebesurlaub verbringen”, versuchte ich erst uns zu erklären, „da mein jetziger Ex lieber mit anderen rumficken wollte, stehen wir allein da.” „Warum also nicht die Gelegenheit nutzen und sich mit der Freundin zusammen austoben”, half mir Baki, obwohl sie mit Pascal gefickt hatte, „hier im Urlaub kennt uns keiner, also brauchen wir uns auch keine Sorgen machen und wir können hier hemmungslos rumhuren.”

„Irgendwie möchte ich die Zeit aber nicht mit Blümchensex verplempern, wo wir doch wie richtige Schlampen den schmutzigen Sex ausprobieren können”, kam ich zum Kern unseres Anliegens, „ohne dass es Zuhause jemand mitbekommt. Es gibt so viele Arten, die andere als krank verurteilen und doch von vielen Paaren ausgelebt werden. Baki und ich wollen auch mal den schmutzigen Bereich erleben, wovor sich andere ekeln.” „NS, KV und selbst wenn es in den Toilettenbereich geht”, fügte Baki hinzu, wurde puterrot und traute sich noch nicht einmal mich anzusehen. Meine Liebste hatte es faustdick hinter den Ohren, denn so weit hatte sie sich mir auch noch nicht anvertraut.

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Monate sind vergangen und ich bin schon lange wieder solo. Das mit Larissa ging nicht lange gut. Zu verschieden waren unsere Auffassungen von Sex. Wir tranken zwar keinen Wodka aus Flaschen und sie hat mich auch nicht fast erwürgt, aber ihr Hang zu SM ist nicht unbedingt mein Ding, und mich von ihr quälen zu lassen schon gar nicht.

Die Sache mit Vera ist auch ein für alle mal beendet.

Nachdem wir die kompromittierenden Videos und Bilder aufgespürt und gelöscht hatten, trennten sich unsere Wege für immer.

Obwohl ich aus purer Gewohnheit immer mal wieder zum Italiener gehe, habe ich sie dort nicht mehr gesehen. Und ihre Kaufhalle meide ich auch. Vorbei ist vorbei, obwohl ich zugebe, daß ich hin und wieder an ihren phantastischen Arsch und ihre wunderbaren, großen Titten denke.

Ich sitze draußen in einem Straßencafe in unserer belebten Promeniermeile und schaue mir die Leute an. Momentan habe ich nichts Besseres zu tun. Hans macht Urlaub und die „Bierpfütze” ist für drei Wochen zu.

Hier gilt sehen und gesehen werden, wobei es mir nur auf das Sehen ankommt.

Hier läuft alles vorbei. Alt und jung, hübsch und häßlich. arm und reich.

Eine Gruppe junger Frauen geht lautstark schnatternd und lachend an mir vor bei. Ich schaue ihnen nach und freue mich am Anblick ihrer hübschen Beine.

Aber Moment mal. Ist das nicht…?

Na klar das ist sie.

Die schöne, stramme Monika aus meinem Leistungskurs an der Uni.

Na so ein Zufall.

Spontan fällt mir unsere unglückliche Begegnung im Studentenclub ein. Sie wollte mich, und ich hab´s vergeigt.

Spontan springe ich auf, gehe der Gruppe nach.

Nach einem geschickten Überholmanöver komme ich ihnen von vorn wieder entgegen.

Ich tue so als bin ich abgelenkt und weiche der Gruppe nicht aus.

„Oh, Entschuldigung, tut mir leid.”

Ein paar schieben sich an mir vorbei, aber eine bleibt überrascht stehen.

„Sven?”

Sie nimmt die Sonnenbrille ab und sieht mich mit Zweifel im Blick an.

„Äh, ja”, tue ich dumm.

Ich will nicht gleich mit der Tür ins Haus fallen.

„Hey, erkennst du mich nicht? Moni. Du warst in meiner Leistungsgruppe.”

Gespielt nachdenklich mustere ich sie.

„Stimmt, jetzt wo du es sagst.”

„Was machst du denn hier?”

„Äh, vielleicht wohne ich hier?”

Ein rosiger Schimmer der Verlegenheit überzieht ihr Gesicht.

„Hmm, klar. Paß auf, ich kann jetzt nicht, aber wenn du willst, ruf mich an. Dann können wir ein bißchen quatschen.”

Sie drückt mir eine Visitenkarte in die Hand.

„Wir haben die nächsten Wochen hier zu tun. Arbeit.”

Sie verdreht leicht die Augen.

„Aber ich muss jetzt los. Tschüü!”

Und schon rennt sie den anderen hinterher.

Ich schaue ihr nach. Gut sieht sie aus.

„Tss, das gibt´s doch gar nicht.”

Natürlich rufe ich sie an, und natürlich treffen wir uns.

„Lust auf einen Kaffee?”

Fröhlich stimmt sie zu.

In einem nahegelegenen Cafe sitzen wir bis zum frühen Abend zusammen und quatschen.

Sie hat sich nicht wesentlich verändert seit unserer Zeit an der Uni. Der Babyspeck ist sicher weg, und jetzt hat sie eine ansprechende frauliche Figur, jedenfalls soweit ich das bei ihrer lockeren Kleidung erahnen kann, denn ihr langes, weit geschnittenes T-Shirt verdeckt die interessanten Körperteile fast vollständig.

Aber das ist mir im Moment auch egal.

Sie ist etwas kleiner als ich und hat immer noch ihr hübsches rundes Gesicht.

Irgendwie gefällt sie mir und ihre Nähe ist mir angenehm.

Wir reden über alles Mögliche, und das Gespräch wird immer lockerer. Auch die peinlichen Momente die wir hatten lassen wir nicht aus.

Aber da das alles schon lange her ist, können wir herzlich über die damaligen Peinlichkeiten lachen.

Es war ein schöner Abend und ich spüre, daß sie einer erneuten Verabredung nicht abgeneigt sein wird.

Und so kommt es auch.

Das Wetter hat sich durch ein stabiles Hoch deutlich verbessert, und nichts liegt näher, als sich am Wochenende zu einem Badeausflug an den nahen See zu verabreden.

Moni ist sofort dabei.

„Ich kenne den See. Eine Kollegin hat mich letzte Woche mitgenommen. Ist schön dort. Nur etwas voll. Wir mussten einige Meter ins Schilf fahren um dem Trubel zu entgehen.”

Schon von weitem sehe ich sie auf ihrem Rad, in einem im Fahrtwind flatternden Sommerkleid, näher kommen.

„Hallo.”

Sie ist leicht außer Atem.

„Hast du schon lange gewartet?”

Ich verneine und schaue sie an. Hübsch sieht sie aus in den luftigen Sachen. Das ärmellose Kleid reicht ihr bis kurz über die Knie, und ist oben herum großzügig ausgeschnitten. Ich kann die sanften Ansätze ihrer Brüste sehen. Ihre etwas vollere Taille hat sie durch einen engen Gürtel geschickt kaschiert.

„Und? Machen wir los?”

„Zum See?”

Sie nickt, und fährt los.

Es sind nur ein paar Kilometer zu dem Strand, an dem sich an warmen, sonnigen Sommertagen die halbe Stadt vergnügt.

Moni tritt ordentlich in die Pedale, und von hinten kann ich sehen wie ihre kräftigen escort atakent Beine arbeiten. Ab und zu fährt ihr ein Windstoß unter das Kleid und gibt den Blick auf ihre wohlgeformten muskulösen Schenkel frei.

Irgendwann biegen wir dann von der Hauptstraße in einen Feldweg ab, der direkt zum Seeufer führte.

Unsere Räder rattern streckenweise über die holperige Grasnarbe und schütteln uns ordentlich durch.

Unter ihrer eng geschnürten Taille zeichnen sich runde Hüften ab, mit einem dazu passenden, runden Hintern.

Es ist ein Vergnügen auf dem holperigen Weg die beiden strammen Backen zittern zu sehen, und meine Vorfreude auf den gemeinsamen Nachmittag wächst stetig an.

„He, wo willst du denn hin?”

Wir sind an der Strandwiese angekommen, doch Moni macht keine Anstalten anzuhalten.

„Ein Stückchen noch. Vertrau mir.”

Was soll ich weiter machen, und hier ist es tatsächlich ziemlich voll und laut.

Immer weiter fährt sie am Ufer entlang und biegt dann plötzlich rechtwinklig ab, direkt in den weitläufigen Schilfgürtel.

„Bist du noch da? Wir sind gleich da.”

Flüchtig dreht sie sich zu mir um. Ihre weißen Zähne blitzen als sie mich anlächelt.

„Alles klar, fahr’ nur.”

Nach weiteren fünf Minuten sind wir da.

Auf einer Länge von etwa 40, 50 Metern hat sich das Schilf zurückgezogen und es haben sich eine Menge kleiner grasgepolsterter Buchten gebildet, die man fast wie ein Separee nutzen kann.

Hier ist es bedeutend ruhiger, fast still, und es gehört nicht viel Phantasie dazu, sich vorzustellen, dass es fast ausnahmslos Pärchen hierher zieht.

Wir schieben unsere Räder am Ufer entlang, bis wir ein stilles Plätzchen gefunden haben.

Moni hat eine geräumige Badetasche mitgebracht, gefüllt mit allem Möglichen, aber hauptsächlich mit einer großen Decke.

Ich habe meine Badehose schon drunter und nur noch ein zusammengerolltes Handtuch auf dem Gepäckträger. Im Nu bin ich badefertig. Moni ist genauso schnell. Den Gürtel auf, ein paar Knöpfe, und schon rutscht das Kleid zu Boden.

Etwas enttäuscht nehme ich zur Kenntnis, dass sie statt eines Bikinis nur einen langweiligen schwarzen Badeanzug drunter hat.

Sie kramt noch eine Weile in ihrer Tasche herum und legt sich dann rücklings auf die Decke.

Ich lege mich dazu, und eine Weile sagen wir nichts.

„Warum hast du denn diesen…”

„…schwarzen Badeanzug an. Frag erst gar nicht.”

„Das verstehe ich jetzt nicht.”

„Ich ziehe den an, weil mich diese Glotzerei der Kerle einfach nervt.”

„Aber hier ist doch keiner außer uns und ein paar Pärchen.”

„Ich war mir eben nicht sicher, ob du mit hierher ins Schilf kommst, und auf der großen Wiese ist es einfach ätzend.”

„Verstehe ich immer noch nicht. Du hast doch eine klasse Figur.”

„Klasse Figur, phh, das war einmal. Du hast ja keine Ahnung.”

Habe ich wirklich nicht. An ihr ist doch alles ok.

„Erzähl doch mal. Was ist passiert?”

Moni dreht sich auf die Seite und sieht mich an.

„Bis vor einem Jahr habe ich aktiv Sport gemacht. Ich war bei uns in der Rudermannschaft. Jede Woche Training. Da purzeln die Kalorien.”

Ich höre zu und nicke verstehend.

„ Naja, vor einem Jahr bekam ich dann plötzlich Rückenprobleme und musste das Rudern aufgeben.”

„Und dann?”

„Nichts dann. Seitdem geht es aufwärts mit den Kilos.”

„Was denn für Kilos? Also ich seh’ nix. Alles bestens.”

Ich richte mich auf und tue so als ob ich sie genau mustere.

Wir müssen beide lachen.

„Komm, wir gehen ins Wasser.”

Wir schwimmen gemeinsam ein Stück raus. Das Wasser ist angenehm warm, und wir bleiben eine Weile draußen.

Irgendwann kehren wir um.

So tropfnass wollen wir uns nicht auf die Decke legen. Ich rubbele gerade meine Haare ab, als sie sagt:

„Ich zieh mir schnell einen trockenen Badeanzug an. Dreh dich bitte mal um.”

Ein bisschen albern finde ich das schon, aber ich tue es trotzdem.

„So, fertig.”

Ein wenig verlegen lächelnd steht Moni in einem klitzekleinen Bikini vor mir.

Aber so klitzeklein ist das Teil nach dem ersten Eindruck dann doch nicht, denn sie ist tatsächlich ordentlich bepackt. Der enganliegende Schwarze hatte das alles etwas verdeckt.

Ihre großen Brüste drängen an allen Seiten über die kleinen bunten Körbchen und die Bändchen vom Unterteil drücken sich merklich in weiche Hüftpolster. Um ihren hübschen Nabel herum hat sie eine nicht zu übersehende neckische Wölbung, die sie versucht mit einem Unterarm zu verbergen.

Mit dem Handtuch in der Hand kann ich den Blick nicht abwenden. Statt ihr in die Augen zu schauen glotze ich nur auf ihre üppigen Rundungen.

„Verstehst du jetzt was ich vorhin gemeint habe?”

Etwas genervt setzt sie sich auf die Decke.

Irgendwie peinlich ist mir meine Reaktion schon, und zögernd setze ich mich dazu.

„Aber die schauen doch nur, weil du toll aussiehst.”

„Mag ja sein, aber mich nervt das. Als wollten sie einen sofort ins Bett zerren.”

„Oh entschuldige, escort sefaköy dass ich dich angeschaut habe. Leider habe ich grade kein Bett dabei.”

Moni lacht und gibt mir einen leichten Klaps mit der Hand.

Dabei schaut sie interessiert auf meinen durchtrainierten Körper.

„Du solltest dich einreiben. Guck mal, hier wird die Haut schon rot. Hier!”

Sie hält mir die Sonnenmilch hin.

„Oder soll ich?”

„Wenn du willst. Gerne.”

Ich drehe mich auf den Bauch, die Hände unter dem Kopf verschränkt, und lasse sie machen.

Es ist sehr angenehm, ihre kräftigen Hände auf meiner Haut zu spüren, und je zäher die die Sonnenmilch wird, desto mehr wird es zur Massage. Eigentlich habe ich erwartet, dass sie sich rittlings auf mich setzt, doch sie bleibt artig auf der Seite hocken.

„So, fertig. Jetzt noch von vorn.”

Ich rolle mich herum, und sehe ihr hübsches Gesicht lächelnd neben mir, die gelbe Flasche in der Hand. Dann schließe ich die Augen und versuche an irgendwelche Nebensächlichkeiten zu denken. Aber es geht nicht.

Sobald ich ihre Hände spüre gibt es nur noch eine Vorstellung in meinem Kopf. Genau die, die sie vermutet: Umlegen und vögeln.

Aber wenn das ihre Vermutungen bei den Spannern sind, denkt sie ja auch nur an das eine.

Vorsichtig blinzele ich. Ihr Gesicht ist im Moment auf das Einreiben konzentriert. Ich schaue weiter herunter auf ihre vollen Titten, die in den Körbchen wackeln und fast herausfallen, und auf die kleine Speckrolle an ihrem Bauch.

Meine Erregung kriecht immer weiter in meine Lenden, egal wie verzweifelt ich versuche es „wegzudenken”.

Ihre Hände sind an meinem Bauch angelangt. Jetzt werden ihre Bewegungen sanfter. Es ist fast wie ein Streicheln, so vorsichtig fährt sie mir mit den Fingern über meinen Unterleib.

Ich spanne reflektorisch die Bauchmuskeln an, die sich bei mir dicht unter der Haut befanden.

Natürlich spürt sie die Veränderung. Sie schaut mir kurz ins Gesicht und dann wieder auf meinen Bauch.

„Wie dünn du bist. Und wie schön flach dein Bauch ist. Ich kann ja fast jeden Muskel spüren.”

Ihre Finger spielen mit meinem Waschbrett.

„Und hier deine Beckenknochen.”

Sie setzt wieder ihre geschickten Finger ein und tastet die Linie meines Beckens ab.

„Machst du irgendwelchen Sport? An dir ist ja kaum ein Gramm Fett.”

„Ja, ein bißchen”, quäle ich mir ab.

Der Druck in meiner Hose wird immer stärker.

„Bist du fertig?”

Auf die Ellbogen gestützt richte ich mich auf.

„Nur die Beine noch.”

Unschlüssig schaut sie mich an. Mit Sicherheit hat sie die wachsende Beule in meiner engen Badehose bemerkt, tut aber so als wäre nichts passiert.

„Äh, die mache lieber ich selber.”

Ich nehme ihr die Flasche aus der Hand und fange an Schenkel und die Schienbeine einzuschmieren.

Halb belustigt schaut sie mir zu.

Natürlich hat sie es gemerkt.

„So, fertig.”

Ich sehe zu ihr rüber und wackele mit der Flasche.

„Soll ich dich auch?”

„Nee, lass mal, das mache ich selber.”

„Typisch wieder mal.”

Ich halte ihr die Flasche hin, und verdrehe etwas genervt die Augen. Moni zögert einen Moment.

„Na gut, aber nur den Rücken.”

Dann macht sie sich auf der Decke lang, genauso wie ich vor wenigen Minuten.

Ihr gebräunter Rücken ist makellos und glatt. Obwohl sie die Arme hochgezogen hatte, sieht man keine Rippen durchschimmern. Überhaupt ist sie überall gleichmäßig braun, ohne weiße Zivilisationsstreifen, sogar die an den Seiten herausschauenden Brüste sind nicht weiß.

So, so. Sie sonnt sich also meistens nackt, geht mir durch den Kopf.

Es macht Spaß sie einzucremen. Ich bin überrascht wie stramm und weich zugleich ihre Haut ist. An den Oberarmen kann ich feste Muskelpakete ertasten, die sich an den Schultergelenken zusammenschieben. Alles umhüllt mit einer dünnen, weichen Fettschicht.

Sie faßt sich phantastisch an.

Ich arbeite mich von oben den Rücken herunter, bis zu ihren neckischen Beckengrübchen und wieder hinauf.

Immer wenn ich in die Nähe der Speckpolster an ihren Hüften kam, spannt sie ihre Gesäßmuskeln an. Das sind schon ordentliche Backen, schön rund und stramm. Aber es passt alles gut zusammen, einschließlich ihrer muskulösen Schenkel.

Die Creme ist fast vollständig verrieben. Ich umfasse ihre weiche Taille und lasse meine Finger spielend über ihre Hüften gleiten. Dann presse ich sie spielerisch in das üppige Fleisch.

„Also bei dir kann ich keinen Beckenknochen finden, und Muskeln sind auch nicht da.”

Noch einmal pieke ich einen Finger in ihre Polster.

Moni sagt nichts. Ich sehe nur, wie sie bis hinunter zum Hals rot wird.

Nach einer Weile.

„Weißt du was, du bist blöd. Erst passt dir mein Badeanzug nicht, und jetzt bin ich dir auf einmal zu fett.”

Jetzt bin ich doch etwas baff. Kein Wort über zu dick oder gar fett ist von mir gefallen.

„Aber das bist du doch gar nicht.”

„Und warum sagst du dann das?”

„Was sage ich?”

„Na escort arnavutköy das du keine Knochen finden kannst.”

Ich lege mich neben sie und streiche ihr über ihre schönen braunen Haare.

„Na weil ich dich necken will, und weil deine kleinen Polster sehr sexy sind und ich sie am liebsten gar nicht mehr loslassen möchte.”

Immer noch misstrauisch sieht sie mir in die Augen. Doch dann blitzt endlich ein Lächeln auf.

„Und die großen?”

„Welche großen?

Sie dreht sich zu mir um und grabscht sich die Speckrolle an ihrem Bauch.

Ich lache.

„Na die natürlich auch.”

Irgendwie strahlen jetzt ihre Augen. Das Eis ist gebrochen.

Ich beuge mich zu ihr hinüber. Willig bietet sie mir ihre Lippen dar.

Ich weiß, jetzt kann ich alles von ihr kriegen. Vielleicht nicht gleich heute, aber bestimmt morgen. Nur etwas Geduld.

„Darf ich?”

Ich lege meinen Arm über ihre Taille. Ohne Aufforderung rückt sie näher an mich heran und nickt.

„Aber nicht wieder nach Knochen suchen.”

Doch ich bin schon dabei. Und sie lässt es geschehen.

Wir unterhalten uns endlos über alles Mögliche.

„Mir fehlt mein Sport.”

Sie tätschelt ihren Bauch.

„Jeden Tag Büro. Kantine. Kaffee und Kuchen mit den Kollegen.

So was kommt dann eben dabei heraus.”

Sie klatscht sich auf ihre niedliche Speckhüfte.

Moni hat sich jetzt auf die Seite gelegt, beide Hände unter ihren Kopf gesteckt. Ihre festen Brüste drängen aus den Körbchen und schieben sich verführerisch bis hoch an ihre Schulter. Ein Bein streckt sie spielerisch zu mir herüber und streift mit ihrem Fuß an meiner Wade auf und ab.

Ich fasse etwas fester in ihre Taille.

Sofort kriege ich einen sanften Tritt gegen das Schienbein.

„Was soll ich da machen? Du kannst dich da nicht einfach ausschließen.”

Sie schaut nachdenklich vor sich hin.

„Seit ich in der Firma bin, ruiniere ich mir nach und nach meine Figur. Ich traue mich manchmal schon nicht mehr auf die Waage. Du hast es ja selber gesagt.”

„Quatsch. Gar nichts habe ich gesagt, und außerdem liebe ich dicke Mädchen.”

Blitzschnell rollte ich mich von ihr weg und springe auf.

„Du gemeiner Kerl.”

Moni springt ebenfalls auf und rennt mir nach ins Wasser.

Nach ein paar Metern hat sie mich. Gern lasse ich mich von ihr untertauschen, um sie anschließend fest an mich zu drücken. Ich habe gerade noch Grund unter den Füßen. Moni hat ihre Arme um meinen Hals gelegt und ihre Beine um mich geschlungen. Ich umfasse ihre Oberschenkel und halte dann ihren knackigen Po mit beiden Händen fest.

„Svehen!”

Der Unterton verheißt nichts Gutes, und sie schießt mir einen warnenden Blick zu.

„Was denn? Der ist doch noch klein. Da kannst du noch viel essen.”

Vorsichtshalber tauche ich gleich ab und verziehe mich in tieferes Wasser. Moni schwimmt mir nach und hält sich dann an meiner Schulter fest.

„Noch, du sagst, noch. Aber ich will nicht so enden wie ein paar Kolleginnen von mir.”

„Also ich finde ein bißchen mehr ist besser als zu wenig. Sieht doch sexy aus so ein schicker Wackelpo.”

„Irgendwie hast du ja recht. Ein paar Kollegen sind schon scharf auf die. Ich sehe ja wie sie ihnen nachglotzen, wenn sie ihre dicken Hintern in zu enge Röcke gezwängt haben und damit rumwackeln.”

Nur zu gut weiß ich wovon sie redet.

„Aber nein, danke. Das brauche ich nun wirklich nicht.”

Moni grient mich etwas verlegen an.

Ich bussele an ihren runden Schultern herum, während sie ins Erzählen kommt.

„Meine Kollegin, die Nadine. Auch eine von den etwas Fülligeren. Der steigen sie auch ununterbrochen nach. Einmal wollte ich Druckerpapier aus dem Lager holen, da habe ich sie gesehen mit einem Typ. Sie steckte halb in einem Regal. Ihr dicker Hintern war nackt und der Typ hat sie von hinten bedient. Ich habe nur das Klatschen und ihr Stöhnen gehört und bin gleich wieder raus. Es wäre ja für alle echt peinlich geworden, wenn sie mich bemerkt hätten. Aber auf so was kann ich echt verzichten.”

Wir sind schon lange wieder im flacheren Wasser und ich bemerke erstaunt, dass sich beim Erzählen ihre Brustwarzen aufgerichtet haben.

„Und? Hat es dich angemacht?”

Sie schaut mich an.

„In gewisser Weise schon. Aber es war auch irgendwie abstoßend. Ach, ich weiß auch nicht.”

„Komm, lass uns raus gehen.”

Mir wird langsam kalt, und wir gehen wieder zur Decke.

„Und die anderen? Treiben die es auch im Lager?”

„Keine Ahnung. Wieso fragst du?”

„Na vielleicht kommen ja noch mehr Geschichten von deinen Damen.”

Moni wirft mir einen eigenartigen Blick zu.

Vielleicht kennt sie das Lager ja auch aus eigenem Erleben. Wer weiß das schon.

Wir rubbeln und flüchtig ab und lassen uns dann von der mittäglichen Sonne trocknen.

Irgendwie muss ich eingeduselt sein. Als ich zu ihr rüber blinzele, stelle ich überrascht fest, dass sie unbemerkt ihr Oberteil abgenommen hat. Ihr Gesicht auf die verschränkten Arme gelegt liegt sie mit geschlossenen Augen neben mir. In Ruhe betrachte ich ihren herausquellenden Busen und ihren wohlgeformten Hintern.

Was will ich eigentlich von ihr. Verliebt bin ich nicht. Sie sieht zwar sexy aus, aber mehr auch nicht. Eigentlich will ich nur mit ihr vögeln.

Vorsichtig lege ich ihr meinen Handrücken auf ihren erhitzten Oberarm und streichele über ihre weiche Haut. Sie blinzelte mich an.

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“Oh God, he is so funny!”

I watched my mother sit primly—a thick, creamy thigh crossed over the other—in a huge leather recliner that my pop had left behind. She was watching her favorite television show, some corny sitcom on the Lifetime channel, giggling her little heart out at the effeminate male character on the plasma screen. When she laughed, her large, natural breasts jounced slightly behind her blue tank top, her cleavage ample and . . . inviting.

I sucked in a muted breath, my already stiff cock twitching eagerly behind my jeans. Thankfully, the way I seated myself on the sofa—cross-legged, sofa pillow over my lap—hid my arousal. Between my mother’s skirt hiked-up around her upper thighs, and fairly revealing top, the view was wonderful, breathtaking even. And it made sitting in the same room with a television settled on the Lifetime channel all the more tolerable.

Hell, it was the only reason I was in the living room in the first place.

Most guys my age would think me sick for watching my mother the way I did, but I had an excuse. My mother is drop-dead gorgeous. Fiery hair, full natural breasts, plump ass, and an angelic face that would make the most chastest of men run to the bathroom and rub out a good one. Sure, she’d gained some weight over the years, but she’d filled out terrifically. A MILF goddess, thirty-nine and dangerous.

Add that to the fact that she is a retired adult film actress, who has more than five hundred movies under her belt, two hundred in which she starred in. She wasn’t exactly popular, but she had done enough films to get her noticed by practically anyone with a computer and an healthy interest in pornography. Which is probably why she’d told me about her former career when I was fourteen, thinking it best to get the truth out before one of my hornball friends laid it on me. She had apologized for her career choice, and even seemed disgusted with herself—for my sake, perhaps.

But she’d made me more interested than repulsed. And so I had scoured the net for her movies, and eventually found a good scene of her getting drilled by a huge, black cock, her lungs screaming her pleasure, and then getting her face covered in his jizz.

I’ve been anxious to fuck her ever since.

Someone had told me once that my hormones would calm down when I turned eighteen . . . I think they lied to me.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I darted from the living room, making up something regarding forgotten homework when my mother inquired about my sudden haste. I closed my bedroom door—a secure snick satisfying my ears—behind me, my cock throbbing achingly behind my jeans, and made for my computer desk, sliding into my desk chair. My jeans and boxers were removed, sitting in a messy pile on the floor beside me. I loaded up my web browser.

I searched Mom’s on-screen name—Rocksee Dynamite—and clicked on a clip of one of my favorite scenes of her. My mouth welled with anticipation, the engorged head of my cock looking up at me, twitching—anxious. It ached to slip inside of . . . something. Anything. Preferrably the red head appearing on my screen, my own mother. I pulled on a pair of headphones, and turned the volume full blast, wanting to experience every sound with clarity.

The clip went straight into the action. The camera was angled behind Mom, whom was bent over with her face pressed against the carpet. It gave a good view of her bare cunt getting reamed by some guy who mounted her like a dog in heat, sliding his lengthsome cock in her sopping hole.

My hand was already on my own cock, wrapped around its base. I spat, slicking my shaft warm saliva, stroking my palm along my length. My other hand played with my balls, tugging and squeezing, wishing it was Mom’s hot mouth wrapped around them. I let out a slow breath, pleasure fluttering pleasantly in my gut.

“Oooh, fuck me!” Mom said to her on-screen lover, looking up to him. Her long fiery hair was wild, rebellious strands falling over her gorgeous, flushed face.

“Damn . . . mom,” I whispered, my hand pumping faster, my grip growing more firm. I imagined myself in her lover’s place, imagined the feel of her warmth, tight and wet around my cock, imagined my gulping needy breaths, her pale asscheeks a bright red from my constant spanking.

I almost didn’t feel my hips bucking slightly against my hand as I stroked, faster. I spat again, mixing saliva and precum. Mom’s moans grew louder, she seemed to be nearing an orgasm.

“Shit!” I hissed, becoming more excited with each moan, each scream, each filthy little word she growled through clinched teeth. And before I knew it, I came.

Cum spurted upward, splashing against my chest and belly and fingers, the jism warm against my skin. My body moved in spastic motions, my eyes rolled to the back of my skull, staring into darkness. On screen, my mother came as well, squirting all over her lover’s cock. Jealousy twisted in my chest, wishing I could be there to feel her juices splash against my face, into my mouth.

I eventually karabük escort calmed down, my orgasmic high subsiding. Awareness flooded me, and I shot a look over my shoulder, and my eyes widened with fear.

My door was cracked open.

“Fuck!” I said quietly, jumping up from my chair and searching for a towel. “The hell, I thought I closed the door. I know I did . . .” I glanced at the door a second time. My mother had caught me beating off. I know she did, how else could my door have opened? Finding a towel, I cleaned myself up, and closed my door, again. I knew I should have kept my headphone volume on low, at least low enough to hear someone turning my door knob.

I should have been mortified, but . . . I was excited, instead. Did she run away, embarrassed by what she saw? I thought as I pulled back on my jeans, leaving my boxers on the floor. Or did she stay until I came all over my self?

The latter got my cock good and stiff all over again, and I was ready to go a second round . . . but I did have work to do, though. The college applications weren’t going to apply themselves.

Grinning, I shut down my computer, and went to work on the stack of applications beside my printer. Maybe, just maybe, I could make the most of this awkward, but exciting situation.

“Goodness, Rox, he was just masturbating,” Arianna told me quietly, licking her ice cream cone in a delightfully inappropriate way, getting our table all kinds of looks. Old habits die hard.

“Yeah, to my movie, Ari,” I pointed out, breaking off pieces of my empty waffle cup, dark and flimsy with melted ice cream. I munched on a few pieces, swallowing hard. Shame and guilt teamed up on my stomach, the ice cream in my belly stirring uneasily. “I shouldn’t have told him about my career, even if I am retired now.”

I had peeked into his room three days ago to see if there was anything wrong, as he’d dashed out of the living room in such a hurry after sitting silent throughout the entire evening. He hadn’t heard me open the door, his headphones over his ears. And I’d caught him, stroking himself, with a video of me getting doggyfucked on his computer screen! My maternal instincts screamed for me to storm in, unplug his computer, and toss it out in the street. But I didn’t—couldn’t, frozen by shock and disgrace and intr—

“You know he was going to find out eventually,” Arianna said, thankfully, interrupting my thoughts. I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to finish it. Her platinum blond hair fell in her heart-shaped face. Forty-two, and looked as if she hadn’t aged a day over thirty. She’d yet to feature in a single MILF film. “Better from you than his friends, right?”

“You’re right,” I said, and she was. She was always right.

“What’s the matter with him . . .” Arianna trailed off, making a quick jerking motion with her hand, and finished saying “to your videos, anyway?”

I felt my eyes snap open with surprise, though I shouldn’t have been. I had featured in some pretty freaky scenes in my day, but Arianna had been several times worse. There was a reason why she was—and still is—heralded as the “Queen of Taboo.”

“Because he’s my son?” I almost yelled, the waffle cup crumbling in my startled grasp.

“Haven’t you ever heard of Freedom of Love, Rox?” Arianna said, apparently not bothered by my tone. “Besides, you and I both have done incest films,” she went back to her cone, licking slowly and seductively around her mountain of ice cream.

“But those were fake!” I said as hushed as my frustration would allow.

“But you did say that hearing that guy call you ‘Mom’ turned you on,” Arianna winked, smiling wickedly.

I blushed, lowering my head. I felt my pussy twinge, and images of Zander, my darling son, stroking himself to my videos returned. Fresh and vivid, as if I were peeking into his bedroom all over again.

No, a voice chastised. You can’t think like that, he’s your son!

“How big is his cock . . .?” She asked carefully, but it did her no good.

“Jesus, Ari, it’s my—”

“Son? Yeah, I know. So how big is it?”

“God . . .” I shook my head, wishing I could hide my face in my ample cleavage without getting strange looks. An old man sitting at a table next to us seemed to beg me to do it with his eyes. “I don’t know, Ari . . . he’s probably Peter North big?” I answered, my voice clear with shame and uncertainty. Of course, Arianna’s face brightened.

Christ, I thought. This is such an inappropriate conversation for an Ice Cream shop. Even if we are outside.

“Hot!” She squealed, squirming in her seat.

“Seriously, Ari,” I said, feeling a weak smile creep up the corners of my lips. “I don’t know why I still talk to you.”

“That’s because I bring out your inner sicko,” Ari grinned, slurping up the last bit of her ice cream cone.

Later on that day, I had watched him, again, stroking himself to another one of my videos. It had been one of my early ones, from the 80s, when osmaniye escort I was still young and thin, my hair done up in the classic Farrah Fawcett do. I suddenly felt self-conscious, ashamed of how much I’d let myself go. Arianna had said that my new weight made me look more appealing, more voluptuous, and the amorous stares I still got when I walked in the super market confirmed that.

Zander sat with his back to me, headphones covering his ears, slumped down in his desk chair. He swiveled slightly from right to left while his hand stroked along his engorged length, his mouth slightly agape, eyes fixed on my naked, screwed body on his computer screen.

Who the hell was I kidding? It made me hot. Hotter than the one incestuous scene Arianna and I did all those years ago, hotter than being called “Mom” while my pretend-son plowed my slutty, needy cunt. Because now, I had my own real son, who apparently desired me, stroking his beautiful cock with sweet abandon.

What better opportunity than this? I thought, slipping into his bedroom and creeping up behind him. I became excited, my nipples growing firm, my panties absolutely ruined, the sights and sounds of my baby boy stroking himself unleashing a newfound nastiness within me. All I could think about was shoving that cock of his into my mouth, and showering myself in his cum.

I slowly kneeled, reaching over the back of his chair and snatching off his headphones, whilst swiveling his chair toward me. Horror widened his eyes, every inch of his exposed flesh flushed with shameful crimson. His mouth fell completely open, his chest rising and falling with panic. His hand slackened around his shaft.

I almost backed down, feeling like I had made a grave mistake, but I had gotten this far. There was no sense in turning back. I couldn’t. And so I took him into my hand, his shaft already slick with precum and saliva.

And he froze, as if he’d forgotten to breathe.

I stroked him, his cock slipping easily in my hands.

Finally, he relaxed, though his expression was still one of uncertainty. He moaned as I continued, chewing his bottom lip, looking right scrumptious.

I spat on it, saliva sliding down his head, down my fingers, and onto his balls. I stroked harder, faster, a silent hunger for cock swirling within me. I took him into my mouth, sliding my lips down to his base, feeling his head pulse in the back of my throat. My experience shone through like sunlight through gray skies. He moaned, squirming beneath me. I bobbed on him, his hot length slipping in and out of my mouth, tongue sliding against the underside of his cock. My mouth crested the tip, and I slurped, savoring the bittertang of his precum. The taste shot a an arrow of electricity through my cunt, warm, tingling pleasure exploding into my thighs.

“Mom . . .” He whispered, and my mouth parted from him with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us. The word did wonders on my nerves. “I’m . . .”

I knew what was coming, and I lifted my coral tank top half-way, thankful that I was bra-less. I’d get to try one of my famous tricks on him. My son watched me with half-closed eyes, he watched me pull my shirt over his cock, felt his cock slip in-between his horny mother’s tits, and watched the bulbous, purpling head of his cock peek up in my cleavage.

I jounced my tits on his cock, squeezing them together, my eyes watching his tongue slide over his lips, his eyebrows drawn together. He bucked his hips against me, both of his hands tangled in his dark hair.

“Fuck!” He moaned, discretion abandoned.

“You’re going to come all over your mommy’s tits, hm? Gonna cover me in your fucking jizz?” I bounced harder, feeling a sharp twinge in my pussy. My pussy throbbed, and I could feel my juices trickle hotly down my thighs.

“Damn . . . ma . . .”

“Come all over these tits, Zander. Come all over your mama’s filthy fucking tits!”

And before long he’d spurted, ropes of thick, hot cum stringing against my neck, my chin, my tits. Lovely. His body jerked, pleasure jolting his hips upward, the underside of his cock hot against the curve of my neck.

I rose to my feet, smoothing a finger along my cum-slick cleavage, and sucked off his sperm. I saw his cock twitch, his lips sucking in a sharp breath, and I felt my mouth grin, accomplished. I turned, and padding bare feet out of his bedroom, giving him my best walk.

“Oh God, yes,” I heard him say quietly. I shook my head.

This was merely the beginning.

“I might rent some movies tonight. Anything you’re interested in seeing?” Mom asked as I appeared in the kitchen door way, flipping through a gossip magazine. She appeared to be only half-interested in its pages. She sat in the living room, shifting slightly in her place on the loveseat.

“Probably anything with Adam Sandler in it,” I replied, drying my hands with a hand towel—I had been in the middle of washing dishes. Leaning against the door frame, I draped marmaris escort the towel over my shoulder and folded my arms.

Golden late-morning sunlight spilled through drawn windows, Mom basking in its warmth, her fiery mane blazing. She dressed simply, a soft green blouse and a pair of denim jeans, her pretty feet slipped into a pair of green heels. It was simply amazing how she could make something so simple look so damn . . . sexy. Especially the way her jeans fit around her voluptuous legs, as if they were painted on, and like most of her blouses, this one had revealed her milky, plentiful cleavage.

“You know, I think I could go for a Sandler movie myself,” she nodded approvingly, a slow smile creasing her lips. She was placid, serene, like she usually was on a Saturday, and it bothered the living hell out of me.

I couldn’t understand how she did it—act so casual, so natural. As if just last week she had not slipped into my bedroom while I obliviously stroked myself to videos of her when she was involved in the adult industry. As if she hadn’t taken my cock into her hot, cock-starved mouth, felt it slide easily between her breasts, felt my cum splash against her creamy skin—tits and neck and chin. As if our little venture had been nothing more than a dream, a gratifyingly vivid dream.

She caught me staring, her calm expression melting into a quizzical mask. She closed her magazine on her lap, the motion strangely sensual. The concern was clear in her eyes, and I could sense the fear bleeding through her peaceful air, forming around her like an oppressive rain cloud. I then realized that her serenity was counterfeit, her casualness put on. She must have been trying to keep things normal between us since our little escapade. I couldn’t blame her.

Might be why we haven’t done anything since then, I thought. Or maybe it was a dream, and I’m just going out of my fucking mind!

“What’s wrong, hun?” She asked carefully, trying to sound as casual as possible, failed.

I padded bare feet into the living room, and plopped beside her on the loveseat. She smelled wonderfully—vanilla and honey—and my fingers ached to touch her skin, to explore every inch of it, inside and out. I felt my cock grow good and stiff, strangled behind my jeans and boxer briefs. I took a deep breath.

“Of course,” I said, finally, “you know that I watch your videos online sometimes—well, all the time.” She paused, but then nodded hesitantly, her expression uncertain.

I continued. “And, well, the thing we did last week . . .” I trailed off, almost unconscious of my hand smoothing around her denim-clad thigh. She tensed, sucking in a quick breath, but then relaxed, her copious chest falling slowly. “I really want to do it again, and obviously you do, too.”

I noticed her mouth perk up slightly at the corners, an easy smile, as if she’d been waiting for me to say something—anything, to let her know that she wasn’t a terrible mother, that what we had done the previous week was not a mistake.

And she was on me within a blink’s time, her tongue up against my neck and around my ear, her right hand cupped around my aching bulge. Her touch flushed my skin with heat, coating my every nerve with electricity. She had breached my jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, and now my cock was in her tiny hands, her fingers barely reaching around my throbbing shaft.

“Good,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin, sending waves of goose flesh through my body. “Because I want you,” she continued, “and I want this big . . . fucking . . . cock.” Her grip grew firm, and I felt my cock twitch, threatening to erupt. She pressed smiling lips against the curve of my neck, and I exhaled a silent breath.

She’d easily slipped into porn star mode.

Mom rose with liquid motion onto her heels, standing before me like a supervillainess with her hip cocked to one side, her hands creeping toward the hem of her blouse. Slowly, she began lifting her top, revealing her soft tummy, her green mesh and lace bra that seemed to struggle to contain her monstrous breasts—36DD according to one of her fansites. Letting her blouse fall from her delicate fingers, her jeans were next, and she turned and bent over as she slowly peeled them from around her ass—plump and shapely—my eyes catching a glimpse of her bare slit. Christ, she wore no panties, the fact resulting abuse for my lower lip, my teeth pressing anxiously into it. A moment later, she was stepping out of her jeans, turning as she reached to undo her bra.

She stalked toward me, her steps slow and sultry, determined. She stepped over her bra once it fell from her shoulders, her full, pendulous breasts exposed, hard pink nipples seeming to beckon his fingers, his mouth. She was absolutely gorgeous, stunning in her rubenesque glory. She reminded me of a Goddess, caught in late-morning sunshine.

I didn’t take long for me to get undressed as she approached, my clothes piled messily on the cushion beside me. My cock twitched something fierce, its ripe and engorged head dripping precum.

“Mmmm,” she uttered as she kneeled before my seated form, as if she’d been offered a feast. “Look at that big fucking cock . . . it can’t wait to get inside of mommy’s pussy, huh?” She teased, inching closer between my legs, her heavy breasts brushing against my inner thighs. It was a good thing I wasn’t standing.

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Author’s Note:

All characters engaged in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are fictional. Any similarities with actual events or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

This is a work of fiction, and as such, certain events or situations may be improbable, and certain details may not correspond to real life. If you’re looking for strictly likely situations and exact reality, I suggest you skip this.

I might as well admit it here. This isn’t the last installment. I think 8,000 to 10,000 words is a nice length, but at this point I’m at 16,000 words, and not done yet. So here it is, the third, and maybe, almost, just about close to the final chapter. Probably. I’m usually always, kind of right on these sorts of things.

*****

I tried really hard to stare at Rusty, to figure out what he was saying, but my head was swimming and I felt a little dizzy.

“It was right after your pa and ma moved out to that ranch. You and Bonnie were tiny little babies a few months old. June wanted a baby so bad, but we both knew I couldn’t make no babies, cause of an accident I had as a kid. Everything else works down there, just not my nuts.

“Your ma and my June met at the grocery store, and hit it off. She invited them over for dinner, and we all kind of got drunk. We didn’t plan it, but your ma and pa ain’t never been with nobody but each other before, things got a little crazy with all four of us. Your ma and I had our own fun while June and your pa ended up making Haley that night right there in our living room.

“June told me she was pregnant, and we both knew it wasn’t mine. We never told your parents, so they don’t know.”

“Why? Why are you telling me this?”

I wasn’t angry, I just really wanted to know why Rusty thought this had anything to do with me illegally having sex with Bonnie.

“Cause it would kill my little girl if she found out I ain’t her pa. Now, you got insurance that I’ll never tell your secret.”

“I don’t think I can just not tell Bonnie.”

Rusty nodded his head thoughtfully, then stared out the windshield of the truck some more.

Rusty looked at me and nodded his head again.

“You can’t just not tell your Bonnie. Tell her, but make sure she knows how big a secret it is. Now, let’s go get them supplies. They ain’t carrying themselves out to the truck.”

**

“We have a sister? We have a sister?” Bonnie squealed.

I nodded my head. I hadn’t mentioned yet why Rusty told me about Haley being our sister.

“I want to meet her! What’s she look like? Does she have red hair like us? Tell me everything about her, Clyde.”

“Bonnie, I’ve never met her. She’s away at college, someplace out east. The only thing I can tell you about her is she can’t ever know she’s our sister.”

Bonnie’s enthusiasm was suddenly gone. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

“She can’t know? Why? Why can’t she know?”

“Rusty knows we’re twins.”

“Clyde…you told him?”

“I didn’t need to. He knows Dad…and apparently Mom. He knew who I was before I told him. He knew your name and that you were my sister the second he saw you.”

“He knows we…that we’re…that…”

“He knows. Did you know it’s illegal for us to have sex?”

Bonnie slowly nodded her head and I could see the tears filling her eyes.

“It’s OK, Bonnie,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her.

“That’s why he told me about Haley. It would destroy her if she found out he isn’t her real Dad, and he says now we have insurance that he won’t ever tell anybody. If he tells, we could tell his secret.”

“You blackmailed your bossman?”

“No,” I chuckled. “He volunteered. He also said there’s worse things a person can do than loving the wrong, pretty girl.”

Bonnie raised her eyes to mine, and smiled.

“He said I’m pretty?”

I smiled and nodded at my lovely sister.

“Do you think I’m the wrong girl?”

“I don’t care, because you’re the only girl.”

**

The next few weeks it was hard to not stare at June every morning at the ranch house, and imagine my Dad making a baby with her. I also imagined Rusty and Mom together, but wasn’t sure exactly what they had done together. I knew exactly what Dad had done with June, and assumed that Rusty and Mom had done the same thing, in the same room with the others.

I didn’t eat breakfast at the big house everyday. Bonnie had some kind of internal alarm that woke her up most mornings early enough that she had a hot breakfast ready for me, but I still went inside for the day’s meeting before we started work.

Even on the days my sister woke me instead of going to make breakfast, then kissed me goodbye wearing one of my work shirts and cum running down the inside of her thighs, I still got hard when I saw June and thought of my Dad fucking her to make a sister for me and Bonnie that we had never met.

“I think about them, too, Clyde,” Bonnie announced one night after we had made and eaten dinner together, and were erzurum escort sitting on the sofa watching a crime drama on the television.

We never talked about what Bonnie did during the day while I was working the ranch, but I had an idea. The house was always spotless, there were never more than two days of dirty clothes, and Bonnie’s body had changed ever so slightly.

Under her freckles and pearl white skin, I could feel the ripple of muscles she had not had when she came to take possession of the one thing she wanted most in life. That’s what she called it, coming to live with me. She obviously had taken up exercising.

“You think about who?” I asked her before turning to meet her gaze. She had a mischievous grin on her lips and a twinkle in her baby blues.

“Dad and June having sex.”

“Oh, them. You say it like I think about them.”

“Clyde,” Bonnie giggled. “I know you do. I know you get an erection thinking about the two of them, naked, having sex, and wondering if Dad enjoyed it as much as you enjoy having your own, beautiful, hard cock buried in my tight, wet, delicious pussy.”

I was flabbergasted. I knew Bonnie seemed to read my mind sometimes, but I never realized she could see in my head so accurately.

Bonnie leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around the outside my ear then whispered “You want to watch somebody fucking, don’t you, little brother?”

She nibbled my earlobe once, then sat back and looked at me with an innocent look on her face.

“I didn’t know my sweet sister was such a pervert.”

“Clyde Steele, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bonnie pouted.

I was speechless, again. An apology was forming in my mind, until I felt my sister’s fingers walk across my hip and begin to lower the zipper on my tan trousers.

“Don’t worry little brother, your big sister will take care of your little problem here,” she murmured demurely without moving her eyes away from mine.

“Oh my, this isn’t such a little problem, after all,” she giggled before leaning down and running her tongue around the head of my throbbing cock.

As she lowered her mouth around me, I reached for the button on her denims, but her body stiffened and she sat up.

“Clyde…we can’t.”

“Bonnie?”

“I got my period today.”

She looked like she wanted to cry.

“Are you OK, Bonnie?”

“Yes, my love. It’s just, I don’t know. I don’t think I want to do that when I’m bleeding,” she almost whined, then sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I want you so bad right now, but don’t worry, you’re going to fill me up with your cum anyway, just not there.”

I must have blinked, because I was suddenly in her mouth again, and her head was bobbing in my lap. I was certain after only a few strokes in her hot, wet mouth I would come, but she stopped, and began rubbing her cheeks and chin on my throbbing cock and gently squeezing my balls while she almost smiled and gazed into my eyes.

I felt the edge of my orgasm fade, and she renewed her assault, but a little slower this time. She continued to gently massage my balls as her lips and tongue worked their magic on my turgid penis, working me around her mouth and in and out.

It took longer this time to approach the edge, but as I sensed the impending explosion of my creamy semen, she again withdrew and kissed down my shaft and began to lick and suck my balls while holding my erection upright.

By the time she had brought me to the brink and stopped for the fourth or fifth time, I was seriously worried my balls would ignite and shoot flames out the end of my cock. I could see her saliva had pooled around the base of my cock and her hand and my balls glistened from her drool.

“Bonnie, please…” I moaned as she took me in her mouth again.

She must have understood my plight, because this round there was no slow and steady. I could see her face was covered with a sheen of perspiration from her exertion as her head bobbed quickly in my lap, and I was quickly approaching the point of no return.

Without warning, I felt her hand drop away from my wet balls, then a finger slid effortlessly into my rectum and curl upward inside me.

My climax was sudden, and felt as if it started as an eruption deep inside my guts, further inside than ever before. The heat burned a path through my balls and up my shaft as my beautiful sister pulled her face away from me and a thick, hot shot of cum exploded across the bridge of her nose and splattered on her cheeks and over her closed eyes.

The second blast landed squarely on her upper lip and spread in a wave up into her nose and down over her chin. Her finger inside me seemed to be pumping my ejaculations, accelerating their speed and increasing the volume. The next three blasts struck with equal ferocity as the first two, on her forehead, one of her closed eyelids, and then the opposite cheek.

Finally, the next several volleys weakened and she managed to aim them for her now open mouth before she covered my head with her lips and sucked eskişehir escort out the last few aftershocks of my orgasm.

Bonnie struggled a little to get her cum blasted eyes open and look at me.

“Am I pretty?” she giggled at me. My cum was literally covering her face. I was shocked at the amount of milky goo on her, and she had even swallowed some.

“Beautiful,” I choked out, still struggling to breath.

Bonnie smiled, then cupped my cheek in her hand before reaching down and taking my phone out of my pocket and walking to the bathroom.

She was in the bathroom for a few minutes before I heard the water come on and run for just a minute. She was smiling her biggest, most beautiful smile as she made her way back toward me. I hadn’t had the energy to rearrange my clothes, and she bent at the waist and gave my limp dick a lingering kiss before tucking me in and fastening my pants again.

“I love you Clyde Steele,” she murmured as she sat down, then held my phone out to me.

I looked at the screen, and saw a picture of my beautiful sister’s face, covered with my cum, smiling at me from the screen.

“That’s for when you miss me at work, and want to be reminded what I look like covered in your love,” she giggled. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Question? What question?”

“Do you want to watch somebody having sex? Do you wish you could watch Dad fucking June? Or…Mom fucking Rusty? Just anybody fucking somebody?” Bonnie’s voice had trailed off to a whisper at the end.

**

“Rusty, do you have electricity there?” I asked into my phone while I looked at my sister’s shadow in the darkness.

“Nope. Line’s down somewhere between here and town. You and Bonnie come up here. We have a generator for the house and barns. They ain’t gonna have it back up before tomorrow night, or later.”

“OK, Rusty. Thanks.”

I lowered the phone from my ear, but kept it high enough to give the room a dim glow. Bonnie looked scared.

“A line is down. We’re going to the big house for tonight, and maybe a couple nights.”

The storm was unusual for Beaver, especially late November. We had only a few inches of snow, but the wind and bitter cold were making things miserable for everybody, especially the electric company.

We had made our usual Friday night grocery trip a few hours ago, so we had plenty of food, but no way to cook without power. We also had no way to heat the house. At least our old house, with Dad and Mom, had a wood burning fireplace we had used when the power went out.

I made a mental note, looking at the fear on my sister’s face, that I would get us a generator for the next time this happened.

“I don’t know, Clyde. I’m scared…”

Bonnie had not been to the big house, Rusty and June’s home. I wasn’t even sure she had seen it from the outside. We never passed by on our way anywhere.

“Trust me, Bonnie, everything will be fine.”

I wondered if she worried there would be a repeat of what happened with Rusty and June with Dad and Mom. I was fairly certain that wouldn’t come up.

“OK, I’ll pack us some clothes, since you promise.”

Rusty met us at the door wearing a robe and some flannel looking pajama pants underneath. It looked like he had been in bed when I called him. He smiled a reassuring smile at Bonnie as she passed him, still looking a little frightened.

“We got several empty bedrooms, but Haley’s is the only one ready to sleep in. The missus keeps fresh sheets in there, just in case Haley shows up unexpectedly.”

I glanced at my sister, and her blue eyes were sparkling with a smile on her face.

“Oh, that will be just lovely, Rusty. Thank you so much for letting us come.”

Rusty showed us up a wide set of polished wooden stairs to the second floor. There were several closed doors on each side. He walked past the first doors on each side, and opened the second one.

“This is the bathroom. Clean towels and wash rags are under the sink. The door on the other side, behind you, is Haley’s.”

Bonnie pushed past me and opened the door and clicked on the light.

“Thanks again Rusty. See you in the morning,” Bonnie giggled before pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us.

I put the box Bonnie had packed our clothes in on the foot of the bed while she peered around the room.

“This is…um…nice?”

I looked around. The walls were covered with posters and drawings. One wall held a bookshelf with a few books, but most of the shelves had trophies, plaques and ribbons filling them. There was a desk with a computer on it, a dresser with a TV on top, and another desk with a mirror. Everything looked rather, well, feminine, I guess.

“Clyde,” Bonnie hissed out a whisper. “This is our sister’s bedroom.”

I had moved over to the desk with a mirror on it. The edges of the mirror were filled with photographs. Most had several girls in them, doing various things. Some had only a couple girls. I was looking for Haley, but I had no idea what she looked gaziantep escort like.

“Lots of pictures of girls. I wonder which one is Haley.” I didn’t really expect Bonnie to have an answer, but she’s always surprising me.

She came over to stand beside me, and in a second or two pointed to a picture of a close up of two girls’ faces.

“That’s Haley. She has your eyes.”

I bent over and looked closer. The girl had long, straight, dark brown hair that flowed straight down from the top of her head to beyond the edge of the picture. Where the light hit her hair just right, I could see a deep red shade. Her skin was tanned, and she had a patch of freckles on each cheek that met across her nose. She was almost smiling at us with the exact same almost smile that Bonnie had so often given me, and she definitely had Bonnie’s baby blue eyes.

“She’s beautiful,” Bonnie whispered.

“She’s your sister, so of course she’s beautiful.”

Bonnie turned to me and kissed me hard, pushing me backwards toward the bed.

“Little brother, I want you to fuck me in our sister’s bed. I don’t care if Rusty and June hear us fucking either.”

**

My alarm startled me from sleep. Maybe I was dreaming, or maybe it was because my alarm didn’t sound right. It seemed too far away. I reached for where I always put it without looking, found the bedside table wasn’t there, and sat up.

It took me a few seconds to remember we weren’t at home. I had to get out of bed and take a few steps to Haley’s desk where I put my phone and turn it off.

Bonnie wasn’t in bed, and the room smelled of our sex from the night before.

Without thinking, I went straight to the bathroom across the hallway to shower. When I was finished and dried off, I ambled back out into the hallway.

“Geez, Clyde. I can’t take you anywhere!” Bonnie hissed at me. She was almost to the top of the stairs.

“What?”

“You’re naked in the hallway! That’s what.”

“Well, what are you wearing?”

I could see what she was wearing now that she had arrived at the top of the stairs. Light gray flannel pajama pants with big white rabbits in various poses under an over-sized hoody sweatshirt with a rainbow and unicorn on the front. I was fairly certain they weren’t hers. The hoody was several sizes too big for her, and the pajama pants were bunched up around her feet and ankles with just the toes of her fuzzy slippers visible.

“I found them in the dresser. They must be Haley’s, and she must be a giant.”

“They’re certainly, well, girly, aren’t they?”

“I like them, little brother. You don’t think I’m a girly girl?”

“I think you’re amazing, smart, funny, sweet, attractive, perfect… but girly?”

“Whatever. Get dressed and come down,” she growled and turned to leave. “And you forgot beautiful,” she giggled over her shoulder before heading back down.

“Humble. I forgot humble too,” I called to her before going back into Haley’s bedroom to dress.

I found Rusty in the large dining room, looking at a tablet.

“Morning,” I greeted him before he looked up.

“How’d ya sleep, kid?”

“Pretty good, I think.”

“Good. I noticed some commotion, but reckoned if there was a problem, you’d come find me. Apparently ya didn’t need no help though.”

“No, we managed fine, I think.”

“Yep, yer missus seemed chipper enough, so it seems her thinking was ya did a fine enough job.”

It took me a second to catch his meaning, and then he chuckled as I felt my face flush warm.

I was saved by the sound of the front door, followed by several sets of heavy foot steps on the hardwood floor in the front room. Soon the rest of the crew ambled in and sat down around the table.

As if on cue, June stepped out of the kitchen with platters of steaming food in each hand.

“Good morning, guys,” she greeted us with a big smile, and moved toward the table, revealing my beautiful sister behind her.

Bonnie’s eyes widened at the sight of the table filled with men.

We all stood. I don’t know why we did that, but it’s what we did the first time June came in the room every day. It’s what we did, and of course, I was used to it now.

“This is Bonnie,” Rusty announced. “Clyde’s wife. They ain’t got a generator, since Walt took his with him when he left, so they stayed here last night.”

The men greeted my sister with “hello”, “ma’am”, and even a “howdy” before we all sat down. This seemed to put her at ease, and her startled expression melted into her trademark almost smile, then a wink at me.

“Clyde, does your wife have a sister at home?” Tommy, the next youngest of the men, besides me, asked, turning to look at me.

Rusty laughed right out loud, and the others at least chuckled.

“What? I’m just saying, it ain’t easy to find a girl, and if there’s one available that’s half as beautiful as your Bonnie, I’d sure like to meet her.”

“Tommy…” Rusty started in a stern voice.

“No, Tommy, I’m sorry. I don’t have a sister. I only have a little brother, but I could introduce you if you want,” Bonnie finished for Rusty.

Tommy’s face was a bright red as everyone else had a good laugh.

“Let’s eat, before somebody hurts themselves. There really ain’t much to do today, and I reckon Clyde and me, plus one other can ride out after breakfast and check the herd. Anybody wanna volunteer?”

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I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom. I was about to bust a bladder and had a great boner to boot.

As I approached the bathroom I heard some muffled noises and gently peeked through the door that was slightly ajar.

I need to clarify that I worked midnight’s at a foundry that was close to where I lived. I slept during the day and was up by the time my brother and sister came home from school. This day was no different with the exception that I had to pee in the middle of the day.

As I peeked through the slightly open door I saw my step mother was on the john and was apparently playing with herself. I play with myself so I wasn’t about to interrupt her.

As I stepped away from the door I heard her call my name.

I came back to the door and asked her what she needed.

“Come in here a minute.” She said.

I entered the bathroom and stood there very awkwardly.

“What did you see just now?” she asked.

“I just saw you wiping yourself” I lied.

She looked at the front of my briefs and said “That thing says you are lying. How come it’s so large and hard?” she asked.

“I just woke up with it” I said. And that was the truth.

“Well come a little bit closer so I can see what my wiping myself did for you.”

I stepped closer and she gently reached out and took my dick in her hands. She pulled my shorts down and was looking at it like it was a prize strawberry or something.

She began to slowly stroke it and I began to go into shock.

I liked the feel of her warm hand.

Slowly she began to move towards it and suddenly she had the head of my dick in her mouth.

She began to suck it ever so slowly.

“I’ve been needing one of these for two tokat escort days and couldn’t imagine where I could find one. Then by miracle of all miracles one gets dropped in my lap. Or should I say, In my mouth?”

As she sucked I was getting close to cumming. Ever so close.

“You probably had better stop” I said.

“Why?, are you afraid we’ll get caught?”

“No” I said “I’m about to cum”

And with that she shoved my cock down her throat and began to suck it in earnest. That was all it took, I began to shoot my cum down her throat, because that’s where the head of my dick was. In her throat. She was moaning and groaning.

“M-m-m-m-m-m” she cooed. “That’s the best cum I’ve had in a while”

For the moment I was shot. My wad was shot and my energy was gone. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub to get my breath back. She just looked at my dick and licked her lips.

“Is that all you got?” she asked kind of pitiful like.

“No, If I get a chance to catch my breath I can probably go again. ” I said.

She slid off of the stool and down between my legs and began to stroke my dick slowly. She picked the head up and began to suck it very gently. True to form he began to spring back to life. Slowly at first but then as he got harder

it began to stand by itself. She began to suck on my dick hard and was getting a little rough with it. I liked that. She could get as rough as she wanted to with it.

She bent down on all fours and pointed to her cunt.

“Put that thing in there where it belongs” she said. “Put it in as deep as it will go and fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you know how. You do know how to fuck don’t you?”

Well I was no professional but yozgat escort I was about to give her as much of that dick as I could. I started to put it in her slowly. Foolish me, I thought I might hurt her. Just about the time I got the head in her she slammed her ass back on me and engulfed my whole dick in her cunt. I almost came right there. I had had a few sexual encounters but I had never had a woman impale herself like that on me. Like she wanted it and really needed it.

I pulled back and grabbed her by the hips and slammed my dick back into her as hard as I could.

“That’s it. That’s it. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me so hard that I can’t stand up. Fuck me till I cum. Fuck me, FUCK ME-e-e-e-e”

Damn, lady I was doing the best I could. I began to slam her as hard as I could. I mustered up all the strength I could and crammed it to her. I found plenty of strength to fuck her with.

I heard her begin to whimper and I thought I had hurt her. I began to slow and almost withdrew my dick from her cunt. “Don’t you dare. You fuck that pussy as hard as you can and until I tell you to stop.”

She began to shudder. I didn’t know it then but she was having an orgasm. She shook like I had poured ice water on her .Then she fell forward and just lay on the floor. I pulled my dick out of her and rocked back on my heels. I thought she was probably spent for the day so I got up and sat on the stool.

“That is probably the best fuck I have had in weeks. Maybe in months. I needed that. I have been horny for several days and couldn’t think of where I could get a dick to satisfy me and it was here in the house all the time. You are good” she told me. “I hope we can do this some more”

I zonguldak escort was just about to get up and wash my dick off and go back to bed when she reached out and took my dick in her hand and began to stroke it slowly.

“Would you like to try something else before you go back to bed?” she asked

“I’m game” was all I could say.

She reached in the medicine cabinet and took out a small jar of Vaseline, opened the lid and took a small dollop out and wrapped her hand around my dick and lubed it well. She took that lubed hand and lubricated her ass. I hadn’t seen where she lubed but I didn’t really care either.

She turned around and raised one leg up on the toilet stool lid and showed me her ass hole. I got the idea but didn’t know for sure. I approached her slowly and let the head of my dick approach her asshole. She slowly began to push back towards me. Slowly engulfing my dick into her ass. I had never had this experience before and was just about to blow my wad watching it disappear into her ass. I couldn’t stand it any more so I just crammed it in her as deep as I could go.

She screamed. Loudly. And then she began to fuck my dick. Over and over it disappeared into her bowels. I only lasted maybe thirty for forty strokes and then I blew my wad deep inside her ass.

I almost fell back to the side of the tub. Out of breath and sweating like a stuck hog.

She turned around slowly. Dropped her dress down over her body and gently reached down and kissed me on the lips.

“Now if you don’t say anything to anybody we can do this more often. Like maybe tomorrow. Would you like that?” she said.

I could only nod and wonder what I was supposed to say.

Inside I was screaming “Hell, you know I want to fuck you again tomorrow” but on the outside all I could do was nod.

“Remember, Don’t say anything to anybody and be here tomorrow. OK?”

And with that she kissed me again and pranced out the door. Things were about to take a different twist in this house hold.

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My mother Ann has always been very prim and proper lady with grace and style. In her late forties, she and my dad had been divorced for three years, since I was fifteen. I always thought she was beautiful with her long brown hair, shapely figure, and kind disposition. I never would have dreamed that I would lust after her one day.

It had been a very hot summer when mom found her new boyfriend Andy. He was a decent looking guy but a little bit old for her in my opinion. He was 67 years old and moved with a slow steady pace. The important part was that he treated my mother like a queen, always taking her out and buying her nice gifts and showing her a lot of respect.

Well one day after classes let out early I came home and told mom that I would be hanging out with some friends for the night. Me and my buddies wanted to take in a club or two and I didn’t like the idea of mom waiting up for me like she does when she knows I’m coming home. “Well have a good night Jake and try not to stay out too late.” She said as she gave me a kiss goodbye and I was off.

A few hours later after waiting at a local bar for my friends who decided to leave me high and dry for their girlfriends I figured I would come home and give mom some company. What I saw when I got there still haunts my wettest dreams to this day.

As I entered the house I was about to call out “I’m home” but was stopped short by a noise that can only be described as a soulful moan. The weird part was it did not sound like my mother. I’m no fool I know she sleeps with Andy but what I did not know was who else was keeping her company.

As I crept into the house further, I realized the noise was coming from her bedroom. The door to her room was partially open and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of ordu escort a woman moaning and what sounded like sloppy open mouthed kissing. As I peeked around the door I saw my mother with her head buried in my Aunt Carol’s pussy. Carol was on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air and there was my mom right behind her like two dogs greeting each other just licking and slurping on her cunt.

Carol cried out “Oh shit Annie…you’re gonna make me come baby!” At this mom let out a sexy moan of own and redoubled her efforts even going as far a tonguing Carol’s asshole. That did it. Carol began to come hard as mom glued her mouth to my aunt’s wet and juicy quim and sucked for all she was worth.

After a few moments I realized two things. One my cock was harder than a Greek quadratic equation. And two Andy, who up till now I had not noticed sitting next to the bed, cock in hand, was looking right at me with a wicked grin on his face. He subtly moved his finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet, and then moved over onto the bed. The ladies were feeling very good by this time and Andy was not about to give them a break. He turned my aunt over and spread her legs apart as she still lay spent from mom’s ministrations and then sank his erect tool into her moist inner depths. Carol cried out in pleasure as she was penetrated and Andy says, “Hey sweetie, why don’t you give your sister a treat?”

Mom knew just what he meant and crawled over her baby sisters face as Andy stroked steadily into her pussy and placed her dripping pussy over Carol’s mouth. I’ll never forget the sight of Carol’s tongue eagerly reaching out to lap and dig into my mother’s hot box. My cock seemed like it was about to rip through my pants so I decided to go with my osmaniye escort feelings. As my dick sprang free and felt the rush of cool air from the AC I almost came. Andy was tearing Carol’s twat up. The bed was shaking violently as, in spite of his advanced years his cock pistoned in and out relentlessly. Mom looked like she was about to come as well with Carol’s tongue so completely buried in her cunt.

Andy then surprised me again. “Annie baby, let her lick your asshole.” Mom then positioned her self so that her asshole was over Carol’s lips and without missing a beat Carol began trying to pry her tongue into her sister’s ass. It was all too much for me and hardly touching my dick, it began to spurt uncontrollably. I did all I could to keep myself quiet as I pulled my pants back on as this incestuous trio built to a crescendo which had Andy blast a huge load of cum into my Aunt’s hot pussy. Then he got up from the bed and let my mom slide right into a 69 with her sister and suck his cum out of her pussy.

I tried to make my way silently back to the door but Andy quickly excused himself from the room as the ladies finished up and followed me down stairs.

“I saw when you first caught sight of your mom and aunt.” He explained as he quietly pulled up a seat in the kitchen. “At first I thought you were going to say something but then I saw the bulge in your pants and knew you were okay with it.”

I couldn’t help but be curious. “How long has this been going on?” I asked still trying to keep my voice from carrying too far.

“Well as I understand it, your mom and aunt have had a sexual relationship for many years now. Its one of the reasons your dad left. He just felt too conflicted and guilty with the whole incest thing sinop escort and eventually had to leave for what he felt was a bit more normalcy. Too much heavy Catholic upbringing.” He laughed gently. “Anyhow, when I started seeing your mother she was very concerned about sharing this part of her life with me but after a few sexy weekends of fun and debauchery she knew I would be okay with it” He then looked at me seriously. “That leaves us with what to do about you. I know what you have just seen is both disturbing and titillating as shown by the puddle of cum I walked through on my way out here. But my question is how are you feeling?”

I thought about that for a minute and realized that other than being a little taken aback. I was quite aroused and a little unsure of what I wanted to happen. “I don’t know what you expect me to say, but I admit that I am a little turned on by what I saw.”

“I know kid. But listen this has to stay our secret that you saw us. It would make your mom so uncomfortable to know what you saw. She thinks very highly of how the world and especially you see her. Matter of fact if you keep this to yourself I might be able to let you get a show like the one you just had on a more regular basis. What do you think?”

Before I could answer I heard my mom call out. “Andy baby we’re lonely in here! Come on back or we’re going to come out after you!” With that he stood up, in all his naked glory. “Alright babe. Carol why don’t you warm her up and I’ll be in there in a minute. Somebody is begging to have her ass fucked tonight!” I heard the ladies giggle and then the moaning began again.

“Listen Jake, you better get out of here. I promise I’ll let you know the next time we have a little fun like this and I’ll make sure you get a front row seat.” With that he went back to the bedroom and I heard him close the door behind him. I then left the house quietly and tried to connect with my friend Corey for a place to crash, but the only thing on my mind the whole night was Mom and Aunt Carol. I can’t wait to see what Andy has in store…

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This is the attachment to an email from a German student I met during a vacation at a nude resort in the south of France. She was at least thirty years younger than me. How we met and how we ended up in the same bed three or four times is a long story that may be told later. One time, she surprised me by whispering that something about me reminded her of her father, sometimes the things I said.

She admitted that my uncircumcised cock was like his, but she had only seen his when she was about that high.

During the vacation, she had more than just seen the other kind, despite not seeming like the kind of girl who would have. Maybe, however, I was projecting a too fatherly attitude on her. One night I dreamt about my wife when we first met, but somehow recognized that she was the daughter we didn’t have. My wife and I divorced a few years ago without a corespondent.

Anna and I exchanged emails after I returned to the States, nice ones, maybe even veiled affection, but perhaps all young girls sign their emails with “love.” I don’t want to think so. I hope that is enough to make sense of any references to her vacation.

A last word: she wanted it to be to be more about anticipation, but anticipation is ninety percent of pleasure. She didn’t have to tell me what it was like; we had done it all.

** *

I met my father a few days after returning from a vacation in France, which he had generously paid for. I hoped he and my girlfriend’s parents did not know that it was a nudest resort, My parents have been divorced for a few years, the reason I didn’t meet him immediately, but he suggested that I visit him sometime, with the expression that “we should see more of each other.”

During my vacation, I had met a nice American his age who reminded me a little of him and told him so. A day or two later, I was talking with him and his companion for the trip. A remark of hers turned the conversation to fathers and daughters. Enough background.

Last weekend, I visited my father, taking the first train I could late Friday afternoon. I had been in his flat before, but never overnight, and knew I would have to sleep on the sofa. He met me at the train station, and we embrace as we always did, but this time I held him closer, like I had when saying goodbye to the American. He seemed a little surprised, but then also clasped me closer, our hips pressed together. I was then also a little surprised, but liked it when he murmured “nice,” as we separated.

In his flat, he immediately showed me that he had put out bedding for me, next to the sofa, and asked what I wanted to do, if I wanted something to drink. I said the first thing that came to mind, that I wanted a shower and then a beer. “Me too, the beer,” he agree and went towards the kitchen.

As I opened my overnight bag, I realized that I hadn’t brought a bathrobe. I guess I could have kept my clothes on, but called after him:

“I don’t have a bathrobe.”

“I won’t look.”

I took that as an invitation to get undressed in the living room, going to the bathroom just in my panties and bra. I suppose that I should have thought to take clean ones with me, but I didn’t. When I was in the shower, he called:

“Oh, I have to bring you a towel. Thought of the bedding, but not that.”

When he brought, I surprised myself by saying that he could stay so that we could talk.

“If you want,” he replied and asked me how my vacation had been.

I told him, of course, that it had been very good, thanking him again, of course.

“What did you do, besides swim and sun? Still have a nice tan.”

“Lots of that, swim and sun.”

“And when the sun set?”

“Bar and dinner, then sometimes the bar again.”

“With whom? Other Germans?”

“Mostly Americans, a group from the States.”

“Could practice your English.”

“Yes.”

“And then?”

“You shouldn’t ask, Papa.”

“Hmmpf! Met someone?”

“I’m not a little girl anymore. Yes. A woman from the group spoke German and introduced us to two men in the group. The rest of them were couples.”

“Hope they were nice.”

“Nice enough.”

“What’s that mean?”

“If you have to know, we did sleep with them.”

“Maybe shouldn’t have asked.”

“That’s all right; you probably already thought that we did.”

“Hmmpf! Yes, but still shouldn’t have asked.

I peeked past the shower curtain and saw him sitting on the toilet. I rinsed the soap off myself and said:

“You can hand me my towel.”

I recognized that he got up to do so, handing it to me past the curtain, then murmuring:

“I’d better leave.”

Then I really surprised myself and admitted something I had planned not to:

“You don’t have to; all the men on the beach saw me.”

“Like that?! Like this?! With nothing on?!

“Sorry, Papa, yes.”

“It was one of those resorts, everyone nude?!

I had already admitted that it was, so why shouldn’t he also see me? Yes, I wanted him to.

“Yes, so you may just as well also see me.”

“Shit! Sorry!”

I had kırşehir escort already pulled back the curtain. Oh, I was too embarrassed to look at him, drying my face, but he could see the rest of me, not my erect nipples behind one end of the towel, but all the rest.

“Oh, you shave!” he murmured, obviously looking at me, but letting me know that he was still there. I murmured that most girls do, and lowered my towel, seeing that he was standing in the doorway. His eyes glanced up at my face and then at my breasts. Yes, despite still feeling embarrassed, I was enjoying it, especially when he blurted:

“God, you’re lovely!”

I lowered my hands, letting him see all of me. Is that what I had wanted, what the nice American had emailed about his wanting the weekend to be like I hoped? Whatever I had hoped, I sure hadn’t expected to start like this. My father muttered:

“If all the men on the beach saw you …”

He smiled wryly, apologetically for continuing to look at me. I liked it, feeling a little like a nude sculpture or one in a painting, just standing there to have a man enjoy looking at me. My father was, remarking softly:

“You have a lovely tan.”

I glanced down and replied:

You should have seen it a couple of weeks ago; my nipples hardly stood out.”

They did then, but I had meant their colour. We both snorted, smiling at each other, and I explained: “Not like that, the rest was almost as dark.”

That wasn’t really true, but I enjoyed that we could share reference to them; he had chuckled with a little nod and smile. I sure had not anticipated that this was the way our weekend was going to start and was more than a little surprised at myself. He was still looking at me. I said:

“You weren’t going to look.”

“Hmmpf! You made me, sort of, and did not seem to mind, wanted me to.”

“I guess I did,” I replied, adding: “Had to show someone my tan.”

“No boyfriend?”

“Not for that.”

I began to dry myself, liking that he still stood there watching me. I didn’t hurry, trying to do it as unselfconsciously as possible. After a moment or two, he remarked softly:

“But you just jumped into bed with one of those young men.”

“That was different; we knew it was just for the two weeks. Here it would be open-ended. You know, emotional, supposed to survive arguments. For two weeks, differences of opinion could be avoided.”

He nodded with brief smile. He had watched me dry my muschi and everything else. As I was hanging up the towel, he asked:

“And the woman who spoke German?”

“She was with an older man, only older than her, about your age.”

He had a wry smile when I turned back to him. I picked my bra and panties up off the floor and stood up again and stepped towards him. He stepped out of the doorway and asked:

“You’re not going to stay that way, are you?”

I had to grin at the thought that he was apparently thinking that I might be wanting to. I snickered and replied:

“Only if you want me to.”

“Don’t ask!” I shouldn’t be enjoying seeing my … you like this.”

“Why not, if you like to?”

“You know why. You’re the only woman whose been here, … well, like that.”

“Pity.”

“Never worked out; sort of gave up after a couple of dates after the divorce. You had better put something on. I’ll get our beers.”

He went to the kitchen, and I returned to my overnight bag.

What to wear? Why had I packed the cloth that one of the young men had given me. They had insisted on giving Petra and me each one. I could have thought to wear it to the bathroom. I quickly passed it around my back and crossed the ends in front and tied the corners behind my neck. It covered everything.

Papa returned with our beers, smiling and remarking:

“I guess that is what girls wear there, when they are not on the beach. Prost.”

“Yes. Prost.”

We drank with smiles. He chuckled and remarked:

“When I suggested that you visit me, I was thinking that we should see more of each other, but not quite like that.”

“Me neither, ‘not quite like that’!” I agreed, and we grinned and had another sip and sat down.

We looked at each other, both smirking, and I remarked:

“But you did not mind. Maybe I just took being naked a little too for granted after being there.”

“It sure looked like it. But no, I did not mind.”

“That’s good.”

We smiled again and had another sip. After a moment he asked:

“And the ‘older’ American, he was nice.”

“Very; it was nice talking with them both.”

“Sitting naked on the beach?”

I snickered with a nod, replying:

“Of course, also with clothes on in the hotel. Thank you again.”

“Hmmpf, my pleasure, even if I didn’t know your vacation was going to be like that.”

“So it is fair for you to ask.”

“Not sure if I should ask more, dare to.”

“Then don’t, but I will try to answer honestly.”

He smiled wryly, and said:

“Kind of hard to imagine you on the beach with malatya escort everyone else like that. Well, I don’t have to imagine you now, just strange, sitting around as though it were completely normal.

“It felt like that after the first day.”

I chuckled and added:

“For the men, too, if that was what you were wondering about.”

“I guess so!”

He raised his glass, smirking at my having understood, and we had another sip. He smiled wry again. I was getting to expect that, liking what he then usually said, recalling that the nice American had often made similar remarks. Papa didn’t disappoint me, not that his first question was one the American would have had to make:

“Do all the women shave? When did you?”

“Not all of them, but a lot, maybe most of them. Me? Before a boy saw it, like most of the girls in my class. Funny, he asked that, too.”

“The American my age?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmpf! You talked about that?”

“We talked about everything; he was nice, like you.”

“Everything? … Uh? … Oh?! You didn’t sleep with him, too?! No, of course not; he was there with the woman who spoke German.”

I could have shaken my head; he had already suggested the obvious answer, but I was blushing, maybe not enough to show with my tan, and I wanted to tell him; it had been so good. I did shake my head in response to his last remark and then nodded in response to his question, hardly looking at him. He knew me too well – not like the American had! – and asked softly:

“You did?”

I nodded again, now looking at him. He must have been able to recognize that I was blushing. He snorted with a slight smile and repeated, not as a question:

“You did. Where was she?”

“We were in their room.”

“With her?”

I nodded again, now even more embarrassed, but admitted softly:

“Yes, she was there.”

“And didn’t mind?!”

His question was surprised, very surprised, but softly spoken. I nodded again and replied:

“No. Girls, women do it too.”

“With both of them?! You did it with her?! Do it with other girls?!”

“Yes. Lots of girls do; it is so easy, less complicated than with a boyfriend; just girlfriends, not, well, you know. She had said that she did too.”

I liked that we were talking about sex, but it was still a little uncomfortable, especially anticipating what he might ask next. He looked at me for a few moments with a funny expression, and then said:

“If you say so. So he just watched?”

“No, we all did something together. Use your imagination; I don’t want to have to explain.”

“I guess not. And you slept with a man my age?”

“Still a man,” I replied, then adding: “like you are. I liked him better than the younger man.”

“Oh! I had forgotten about him. You slept with two men during your vacation.”

“I am afraid so, if it bothers you.”

“Hmmpf! Things were not like that when I was your age, at least, not where I was.”

We both took more than a sip from our glasses. He smiled wryly at me, and I returned his smile. Then he asked:

“What did he think about it, sleeping with girl who could be his daughter?”

“I guess he did think a little about it that way, said something about wondering what he would think if I were his daughter. Well, no, what he would think about his daughter – he doesn’t have one – if she were like me. He likes me enough to exchange emails with me.”

“You write him?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I can understand that he would like you.”

“Not just because we slept together, I don’t think.”

“I wasn’t thinking of that.”

He emptied his glass, and I emptied mine. We exchanged slight smiles. He held up his empty glass and said:

“I think I need another beer after all this. You too?”

I nodded, and he got up. I followed him to the kitchen. As he was opening the bottles, he said:

“I was going to take you out for dinner, but you can’t go like that.”

He turned and handed me a bottle, smirking slightly and adding:

“Anyone – everyone – could see that you don’t have anything else on, maybe all right in the south of France but not here.”

I nodded, returning his smirk, and we poured. When we looked up again, I grinned and said:

“I can take it off and put on something else.”

“Hmmpf! So I can watch?”

“If you want.”

We both grinned and said “prost” and drank. He smiled, but shook his head, replying:

“Better not; I would. Maybe we can eat here, if some frozen something is all right.”

“Fine with me; I’m not spoiled from the university cafeteria.”

While he fixed it and I made a salad, we just exchanged chuckles and smiles. When we sat down to eat, we said “prost” again, raising our half-empty glasses. As we started to eat, he said:

“I was going to ask you about your vacation, but I did not know it was going to be like that, and then I was going to ask you about your studies. How are your courses?”

“It was more fun talking about the vacation. They are fine. niğde escort The vacation was good for practicing my English.”

“Well, that is something, if you didn’t just talk about what you were doing.”

“Of course, not, and one doesn’t have to talk much about that.”

“I guess not.”

We smiled and continued eating. I told him something about my courses, and we finished eating and had finished out beers. I thanked him for the meal and complimented his cooking with a chuckle. We cleared the table, and I offered to wash up.

He could have let me just put the things on the rack to dry. Apparently, he always did, since he had to find a dish towel to dry them. I noticed that he glanced over at me, more than once. When I gave him a smile after one glance, he smirked slightly, nodding acknowledgment that he had been looking at me. I chuckled and murmured:

“I can still take it off, if you want to look.”

“Don’t tease me; you know I would.”

“Yes,” I replied with a grin.

It occurred to me to really tease him by reaching back as though I were going to untie the knot, but I didn’t. Instead, I smirked and said:

“You can untie it, if you want to.”

He grinned and replied:

“Don’t tempt me, not me undressing my daughter to see her naked again.”

“She wouldn’t mind.”

We both looked at each other in silence for a moment. I was again surprised with myself, and I guess we both were more than just a little surprised at how close we had come to agreeing that we both liked the idea of my being naked. He gave me a brief wry smile – another one – and changed the subject:

“Want another beer? If we had gone to the restaurant, we would have shared a bottle of wine.”

I nodded and finished wiping up, while he got two more bottles of beer. As he opened them, I said that I had better go to the bathroom. He nodded and said: “After you.”

I left the door open, and, of course, he could hear me going. I didn’t flush until I had washed myself. When we passed each other in the living room, we exchanged slight smiles, and then I heard him going, the door still open. I picked up our refilled glasses and met him in the living room. I handed him his, and we raised them in a silent prost and drank, smiling again. After a moment, he asked:

“Something on TV?”

“Okay; we can’t talk all the time.”

It was almost time for the earlier of the late news programmes, and we sat down together on the sofa, watching the end of a detective story, and then watched the news, mostly politics in Germany and about the Euro crisis. Then a film started, and we agreed that we could watch that.

It was a harmless story about family in Cornwall with a large country home that someone wanted to buy, and that the bad son wanted to sell, but his sister didn’t. I assumed it would be like that, since all the other films based on that author’s books had about the same plot.

As the film started, I remarked that we had only watched TV once in France, when a French man and his friend in the group had invited us all to watch the Bastille Day parade in their room, all of us crowding together and drinking champagne.

“All of you naked?” he asked.

“Yes, only after we were in their hotel room, of course.”

He glanced over at me with a snort. I explained:

“After a week like that, it just seemed natural: that’s where we were; that’s what one did. We had all seen each other that way.”

“I guess so; still a little strange if one has not been there.”

“But not if one has.”

We returned to watching the film, sipping our beers. Was it he or I that moved a little closer, our shoulders touching? I like to think he did, but since I wanted to, maybe it was me, but he didn’t mind; better, after a minute or two, he put his arm up on the back of sofa behind me. When in the film, there was near automobile accident, I did move closer to him, against his side, and his arm dropped down protectively on my shoulders.

I suddenly recalled sitting like that with him as a little girl. Maybe he did too, but I wasn’t a little girl any more. When his hand dropped down on my arm, I wanted it to be like a date with a guy I liked. Oh, I knew I was with my father, but I wanted it to be like that with him, a lot more than with a few boys back in school or since then. I wanted it to be a lot more! Was that what the nice American had suggested that I hoped? Like with him?

After a minute or two, my father’s fingers were moving slightly on my arm, I did something I never had to do on one of those dates. I reached over and pulled his hand down on my breast. I guess one would say that his hand involuntarily held it, my hand was still on his.

“We shouldn’t be like this,” he murmured, but he didn’t remove his hand.

“I want it to be,” I murmured in reply, clasping his hand to me, and his fingers tightened around my breast again.

“We want it to be,” I murmured.

“Too much,” he murmured, squeezing my breast.

“So why not?”

“You know why.”

We were not looking at each other, just staring at the TV. He squeezed my breast again, however.

“That doesn’t matter, if we want to,” I replied.

His fingers moved on my breast as he snorted questioningly and then murmured:

“Is this why I invited you here?”

“I like to think so – now. I didn’t before, but I do now.”

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My mother had always been my ideal woman, matronly, with auburn hair and big brown eyes, a bit on the stout side but curvy. As women liked to say, she carried her weight well. As she aged she only became sexier as she put on more weight in all the right places. I don’t know what she saw in my father except that he had a decent job and could provide for her. But what drew me most to her was her smell, that unmistakable heady mixture of lavender, sweat and a deep mustiness that came from her loins. To see her in a tight pair of jeans with heels, pearls and a form fitting sweater was to die for. I doubt she knew she was creating the prototype of my ideal woman, one that all other women would fail to meet. In a way, unwittingly or not, she ruined me for other women. I would never meet anyone like her.

She was a throwback to a 1950s housewife. She liked to cook, bake, clean and take care of the house. She always looked her best, not a hair out of place, even when she was vacuuming. She always had dinner ready for Dad when he came home along with his paper and a glass of Scotch. One night when I was 19 I walked past her bedroom. She was getting ready to go out to an evening with Dad. She was walking around her bedroom in heels, garters, pantyhose, bra and panties. I’ll never forget that image. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, her black lace panties through which I could barely make out her mound and her black lace bra which strained under the heft of her breasts, the quarter-sized light brown aureolas and thick nipples visible through the fabric. After Mom and Dad left for the evening, I walked into their bedroom. My head went dizzy with the lingering smell of my mother. Everything about her bedroom was sexual, from the soft ample bedding to the bottle of perfume that stood on her nightstand. I opened one of her drawers and plunged my hand into the soft silky folds of her lingerie and underwear. I wasn’t bold enough to steal anything. I knew she would notice something like that, but she couldn’t deprive me of her scent. I waited up until Mom and Dad came home, giddy with alcohol, laughing and stomping up the stairs to their room where they slammed the door shut. I pulled the sheets up to my chin and pretend to sleep but could only listen.

I wasn’t interested in girls my age. They paled in comparison next to my mom. Perhaps the only woman who came close was my ninth grade English teacher Ms. Stacy who, curvy, matronly and solicitous, reminded me of mom but was a poor substitute. Other than her the only woman I thought and fantasized about was Mom.

I thought I would grew out of it, that it was only a passing phase a lot of boys went through, but as I got older my desire for her only intensified. If she knew about my attraction, she never let on. If anything she encouraged it by what she wore and by frequently hugging me and pecking me on the lips. Every time she did I was afraid she would become aware of the bulge in my jeans which I did everything in vain to hide

Not surprisingly, the only porn I was interested in featured younger men and women old enough to be their moms. But I wasn’t into the plastic silicone enhanced milfs. Rather, I preferred amateur videos which featured real looking women which I found so much sexier. I tried dating older women. I even met a woman who liked mother/son roleplay. We dated a while but something was lacking from the relationship, a closeness and intimacy that I only enjoyed with Mom.

After college I did what any unemployed young man did. I moved back home. Dad had a new job that required a lot of travel and gone most of the time. That left me and mom. It was like old times again. Mom looked forward to making dinner and she always dressed up for it. For that reason, I never missed dinner at home with her. One night mom asked me what I was going to do with my life.

I said I didn’t know.

“You need direction,” she said.

“I need the love of a good woman,” I smiled.

“That helps too,” she said.

Being the fifties housewife she was, gebze escort she refused to let men do any of the cooking and cleaning in the house and always cleared away the dinner plates. I sat in my chair after a full meal. I heard mom humming in the kitchen. I stood in the doorway and watched her wash dishes at the sink, her behind jiggling as she scrubbed. I don’t know if she knew I was staring. She was wearing yellow rubber gloves and standing in high heels. She wore them even at home. I wanted nothing more than to come up behind her and kiss her and declare my undying love to her, but I was frozen by a paralyzing fear, the kind of fear I assume prevents most men from trying to sleep with their mothers.

That night, as I walked past her bedroom, I noticed the light was on in her room. I had already gotten ready for bed and was only wearing boxers. I tapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” she said.

I stepped into her room and the smell inside almost gave me an instant boner, bringing back all those childhood memories. Mom was lying in bed, with her reading glasses on, a book in her lap.

“Hi honey,” she said. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

I shook my head and took another step inside her room.

“Can’t sleep,” I said.

She patted the edge of the bed.

“Why don’t you sit down and tell mom what’s on your mind.”

I sat down and stared at her. She smiled her maternal smile at me.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” I said. “You’re just so beautiful.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she said and went back to her book.

I lied down and wrapped my arms around her. She hugged me back

“Oh honey, what’s gotten into you?” she said, not upset, only surprised. “What’s the matter?”

“I guess I’m afraid I’ll never find true love,” I said.

“Oh, you will, probably when you least expect it.”

“What if I told you I think I already found it.”

“You should go after her then instead of spending your nights here at home.”

“What is she doesn’t know I love her.”

“Well, that’s a pickle. Do you know her?”

I nodded.

“How well?”

“Very well. She’s my best friend.”

“Ah, that can be tricky. She probably only sees you as a friend.”

“I think you’re right,” I said.

“Have you tried flowers. Every girl loves flowers.”

“That’s a good idea, Mom,” I said.

“Anytime, dear,” she said and pecked my cheek.

I said goodnight and walked away conscious of my engorged penis swinging between my legs.

The next day I had roses sent to the house. Mom cut off the stems and put them in a vase with water.

“I wonder who sent me these. They’re lovely.”

I couldn’t help grinning.

“Charlie!” she said. “You shouldn’t have.”

“You said women love flowers.”

“They do, but I’m your mother.”

I just looked at her and smiled.

“Charlie! Oh Heavens. You don’t think about me that way, do you?”

“Sometimes, mom. Well, actually, a lot.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m flattered but I’m your mom. You’re a handsome young man. What would you want do with an old woman like me?”

“Mom, you’re beautiful, the most beautiful woman I know.”

“Honey, this is just a phase you’re going through.”

I shook my head. “I’ve felt this way since I was 13.”

She bit her lip. “That is a long time. I think we just need to get this out of our system.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think that whatever urges you have you need to act on. Then they’ll be done and gone.”

“Maybe.”

“So what do you think about when you think about me?”

“I think about your legs, your lips, your breasts, your hips, your behind.”

“And when you think about this do you get hard?”

I nodded.

“Are you hard right now?”

I nodded.

She look down at my crotch and raised an eyebrow. She reached down and grabbed me. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. You are hard. Hard and big. You feel bigger gümüşhane escort than your father.”

I grinned, proud of my manhood.

To my surprise, she didn’t let go. She kept touching and rubbing, my erection only growing harder and bigger. “My, my, “she said, clucking her tongue. “If you get any bigger, you’ll burst your pants. We wouldn’t want you to burst them, now would we?”

I shook my head and she unzipped them, freeing my erection. She held my penis in her hand, examining it, studying it. The head was throbbing and already leaking. She clucked her tongue. She examined it from all angles even from the underside. “That’s quite a piece of equipment,” she said.

“Thanks, mom.”

She took a traveling size tube of moisturizer and squirted some on her hand and started to jerk me in long slow stroke.

“How does that feel?”

“Like heaven,” I said, barely able to contain myself.

I couldn’t believe my mom was jerking me off. Unfortunately, even as slow as her strokes were, it didn’t take long for me to climax, spewing my copious ejaculate all over her.

“Wow, that was a lot of cum,” she said. “Your balls must have really full.”

I nodded.

“Well, I need to get started on dinner,” she said and like that she left, leaving me alone and confused with my shrinking cum covered penis.

The next morning Mom was making me breakfast. I sat down at the breakfast table. She was in her nightie, a vision of loveliness, her swaying breasts visible under the almost translucent material.

“How did you sleep?”

“O.K.,” I said.

“Did you get that fantasy out of your system?”

I shook my head.

She sighed. “Frankly, I’m not surprised. A young man with a penis your size is probably insatiable. We’ll just have to keep at it until you’re sick and tired of that fantasy.”

I gulped.

“Spread you legs.”

I obeyed.

She knelt in front of me, pulled my penis out of my boxers and let a string of saliva fall from her mouth onto my cock. It felt better using her saliva as a lubricant. It felt more intimate. When I came, I came all over her tits. She said nothing of this and went to her room to change. I didn’t see her again until dinner. At dinner she acted perfectly civil and normal as if a few hours earlier she hadn’t jacked me off. I wasn’t complaining. If mom wouldn’t let me sleep with her, I would happily settle for hand jobs.

After dinner Mom said she had read in a women’s magazine about the anti-aging properties of semen. “I think there’s a way we can both help each other,” she said. Each night and morning, she would jack me off making sure to aim my ejaculate at her face which she would then spread around and let dry. It was quite amazing to witness my mother’s cum splattered face. The magazine was right. Mom never looked old. But the twice daily semen regimen did make her skin shinier and healthier and seemed to get rid of wrinkles.

Mom said if she could bottle and sell my sperm she would make a fortune.

I laughed. I told her she could have it for free as long as she wanted.

“So this fantasy of yours hasn’t gone away, has it?”

I shook my head. “If anything, it’s gotten more intense,” I said.

She bit her lip. “I was afraid that would happen. Maybe we need to change strategies.”

“How so?”

“Maybe we need to up the ante,” she said mysteriously and left it at that.

That night, as I walked past her bedroom, I heard mother’s lilting voice call to me. “Charlie, will you come in here a minute.” I stepped into her semi-dark bedroom. The smell immediately seized and intoxicated me. Mom was lying in bed. She patted the edge of the bed and had me sit. As I did, she straddled me and pushed me back on the bed. I looked at my beautiful mother, her tits swinging over me, her nipples almost within reach. In one swift expert motion she lifted her nightie over head, exposing her pendulous breasts to me. I loved how they hung. I reached up and cupped izmir escort them without asking her. She didn’t seem to mind. Next she undid a barrette in her hair and her long auburn hair came tumbling down, cascading around my face. She was grinding on my erection. I grinded back. Growing bolder, I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She titled back her head and moaned. It took me a second to realize she wasn’t wearing panties, that the only thing between her loins and mine was my boxers. Reaching down, she threaded my penis through my fly. Much better, she said. We continued to grind, rubbing our genitals together. She was very wet and I was precuming loads so our juices mixed. She was working herself into a frenzy while she rubbed on me and I played with her nipples. Once she couldn’t take it anymore, she lifted her hips, reached down and placed my cock head against her vulva whereupon she eased herself back down on me as I slowly penetrated her inch by inch. She moaned as I slowly filled her. She was tighter than expected. I felt so connected to her both physically and emotionally. For a while she just rested there with my cock inside her not moving, savoring the fullness. Then, very slowly, like a train picking up speed, she started to thrust. Her eyes rolled back and I met each one of her thrust. I wanted to say we fucked but really we made love. I couldn’t hold it back much longer and whispered, “I’m going to cum.” Mom didn’t seem to hear or if she did she didn’t care. Once I started to cum, I couldn’t hold back. It was like opening a floodgate. I had never cum so much in my life. I must have spurted five or six times. Mom laid her head on my chest. I held her and kissed her as my penis softened inside her. We held that embrace for a long time. We kissed. “That was amazing,” she said. “I didn’t think a man has ever cum that much inside me.”

I played with her hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much either.” She laid her head back down my chest and we fell asleep.

I woke up wondering if the night before had all been a dream. But I looked around and realized to my delight I was lying in my mother’s bed. I could hear her in the shower, humming (her bedroom had its own bathroom). I walked in and sat down on the toilet, admiring my mother’s figure through the fogged glass shower door. When she stepped out and dried herself, she didn’t seem surprised to see me. Instead, she walked to me and held my head against her slightly distended tummy. I gazed up at her with awe as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“How did you sleep?”

“Like a champ.”

“Why don’t you clean up and I’ll make us breakfast.”

I smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying under her robe, her hair wrapped in a towel. I couldn’t believe that gorgeous woman was my mother.

I didn’t know what to do. I had fallen hard for my mother, a married woman. No other woman would do. We were perfect together in ever way. At breakfast I told her how I felt. She stared at me, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Well, that’s a pickle, isn’t it?”

“I love you, mom. I mean I really, really love you. I want to be with you. Always.”

“Honey, that’s going to be hard with your father around.”

“Come away with me,” I said. “We’ll start a new life together. No one will have to know who we are.”

“The idea is tempting, I have to admit, a second life with my son. Let me think about it.”

Later, there was a knock at my door. “Come in,” I said. Mom walked in and sat on the edge of my bed.

“I’ve thought very hard about this and I want to do it.”

I smile the biggest smile in my life and hugged her. “I’m so glad, mom. I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. Whatever it takes.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she said. “You’re going to have to have responsibilities. You’re going to have to find a job and provide for me.”

“I will. I’ll do anything for you.”

She stood up. “So it’s settled. As soon as you’re packed we can leave.”

“I don’t need to pack.”

“Why?”

“I already did.”

That day we left the house never to return. I’m not going to say it was all roses from then on end. Like any couple, we had our ups and downs, but mostly ups, and most importantly I was with the woman I loved.

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I have been asking my mom and my stepdad for a car for years. I’ve had my license since I was sixteen, for God’s sake. Sixteenth birthday? Nope. Christmas? Nope. Two YEARS and still no car. So when I woke up on my 18th birthday, I didn’t exactly expect anything different. Which is why it came as such a surprise when I crawled out of bed that morning, looked out the window, and discovered my stepdad, his brother, and their buddy all hovering around a gorgeous new VW in the driveway.

No. Way. I thought. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. That, is a bug! A PINK bug! Oh my God!! I ran downstairs in my nightshirt – I had to see my new car! I nearly got my face slammed with the door to the garage as my stepdad’s buddy stepped inside.

“Oh shit Kelly! Are you ok?” he laughed

“God Dillon, you just about knocked me on my ass! What’s going on out there?” I said, peering over his shoulder, into the garage

“Nothing you need to worry about!” Dillon said, pushing me back into the house.

“It’s my birthday. You have to tell me.” I whined, pushing back on his arms.

“I don’t think so. Your dad sent me in here to make sure you don’t go out there.”

“Oh whatever. Ok so just tell me what he got me then.”

“Pfff not going to happen.”

Dillon was a pretty big guy. Six foot two. Probably about 210 or so.. I wasn’t going to be able to push passed him.

“OK well I have to pee. I’ll be right back.” I turned and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I can shimmy out that window easy. I’ll be outside in a flash. I dashed into the bathroom and shut the door. The window is up between the bathtub and the toilet… I steadied myself with one foot on the tub and one foot on the seat, leaning against the wall. Fuck, it’s jammed… I realized. I managed to wiggle it open just enough to be able to pound on it from the side and jimmy it open. I took a swing, and felt a pair of hands wrap around my ribcage, ripping me away from the window.

“Dillon!!! Let me go!!” I screamed, as he chuckled over my shoulder

“You remembered the bathroom window but forgot to lock the door? Really?”

Motherfucker.

Dillon dragged me out of the bathroom while I kicked and pulled at his hands, which only held me tighter. I struggled, twisting beneath his grip.

“Let gooooooooooo” I shrieked. I lifted my arms over my head and squirmed, trying to free myself. I slipped, landing my cotton clad breasts in his firm grasp. Almost instinctively, he pinched my tits between his fingers. I gasped and put my hands over his, my pulse racing. Why isn’t he letting go? What is he doing? Dillon buried his face in my hair, still pinching my nipples. I could feel him breathing heavily against my neck. I grew completely still, nearly melting in his arms.

He slowly started carrying me back into the bathroom, supporting my weight with his arms.

“Wait. Stop. What are you doing?” I asked, my hands clinging to his.

He kicked the door shut as we entered the bathroom. He dropped a hand from my breast and reached back to lock the knob. He brought his hand back and ran it down the front of my shirt, lifting the hem. I struggled briefly, then froze as I felt his fingers parting my pussy lips. I was paralyzed with anticipation, confused and nervous.

“What… what are you going to do?” I mustered

Dillon pulled my body against his, rubbing himself against my lower back. He pulled my hair back and kissed my neck, gently biting my skin.

“What am I going to do? What are you going to do?” He asked, and spun me around – setting me free from his arms. He reached down, pulling his belt loose from his pants.

“You wanted to know what your present is, didn’t you? I’ll tell you, if you convince me…” Dillon reached unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. My pussy twitched in response to his huge, semi-flacid dick.

“You can’t make me do anything, I’m only..”

“Eighteen.” He interrupted “Happy birthday, Kelly!” Dillon grinned, stroking the monster that hung from his groin.

“Why don’t you come over here and have a taste of this treat I’ve got for you over here?” He coaxed, shaking his dick at me.

“And if I do you’ll tell me all about my gift?” I inquired. This could really work in my favor.. a brand new car and hot fuck? I knelt down on the filthy bathroom floor and took his cock in my hand. My fingers looked tiny wrapped around it. I ran my hand up and down his pulsing shaft, pulling the skin up and down over his growing muscle. I laid karaman escort his dick against my cheek. The skin was so silky against my skin. He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged the tip across my face, leaving a trail of precum on my cheek.

“Taste it.” He instructed, pressing the head against my lips.

I slid my lips over the very top, gently kissing his pisshole. He pressed harder, forcing my teeth open and invading my mouth. I ran my tongue along the rim of his cockhead, then quickly pulled away.

“So what did he get me?” I looked up at him from the floor

“Hmm lets go see” With that, Dillon pulled his dick back inside his pants, unlocked the door, and reached for my hand.

“Really?” I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. I followed him down the hallway back to the garage. He opened the door for me, waiting for me to go inside. I stepped out into the garage, but it was surprisingly dark for so early in the morning. By the time I realized the outer door was closed, I heard the door to the house slam and lock. My eyes started to adjust, slowly. I couldn’t see any car in the garage… it must have still been in the driveway.

“What is she doing out here?” I heard my stepdad ask

“Kelly tells me that no one has given her any birthday spankings yet!” Dillon lied.

“Whatever! Where’s my gift?” I demanded.

“Oh come on Kelly, everybody’s gotta get their birthday whoopins!” My stepdad’s brother called out from somewhere in the dim light.

My stepdad walked up to me and shined a flashlight in my face. I put up a hand to block the bright light. What the hell are they doing? Where is my car??

“Well go on..” My step-uncle said, appearing beside me. “Bend over!” With that, I felt Dillon grab me by the waist. I grabbed his arm as he dragged me to a work bench by the wall. He pushed my torso down over the bench and pulled my nightshirt up over my bare ass.

“What the fuck! I want my gift!” I shouted, reaching back to pull my shirt down.

“Don’t worry honey, you’ll get your gift.” My dad reassured me from behind. Dillon kept a hand on my back, holding me against the bench.

“But first, whoopins!” My uncle laughed.

Dillon reached out with his free hand and gave me a sharp smack on the ass. I flinched and clenched my fists against the bench.

“One!!” Dillon shouted. I could hear the smile in his voice as he landed a second whack against my soft flesh.

“Two!”

“Step aside, Dillon…” I heard my stepdad say. I could hear him stepping closer to the bench, coming closer to my ass. I saw the wall in front of my light up and felt a rush of panic.

“Hot damn Kelly. Look at that fine ass.”

“Dad!!” I freaked out, trying desperately to reach down and pull my shirt back over my butt. Dillon pinned my shoulders to the bench.

Whap!

My dad’s rough hand landed square on my left asscheek.

“OW!” I shouted, bracing my body against the splintered wood as it rubbed against my nightshirt.

“MY turn”, my uncle chimed. I held my breath, waiting for the next smack. I listened as he took a couple of steps toward me.. he stopped, and I could hear a gentle metal-clicking sound… is that a zipper?

Thwap. Thwap.

Jesus… is he? He is! My uncle was slapping my ass with his prick!

“Move over Tom” My stepdad ordered. I heard a second zipper, followed by another hard cock slapping against my ass.

“What the fuck?! What the fuck are you guys doing?” I shouted. I could not believe what was happening…

“Oh come now, all little bitches get cockslapped on their 18th birthday. Its tradition!” Dillon snickered, still holding me to the workbench. The rough wood rubbed against my tits, giving me goosebumps. I was so exposed, bent over, ass in the air, displayed in plain sight to Dillon, my uncle, and my stepdad… two cocks slapping against my bare skin… I was so vulnerable.

Without warning, I felt a dick slap hard against my slit. I gasped and jumped forward.

“Wheew! Damn bro, this stepgirl of yours is all wet!” Uncle Tom pushed his penis between my labia, rubbing is up and down. I could feel the rhythm as he started jerking his cock against my slit.

Whap My stepdad’s dick slapped against my ass again.

“Eighteen!” he said triumphantly. I felt his rough hand on my butt again. He pulled on my asscheek, and I felt the tip of my uncle’s dick dip into my pussy.

“Wooo… you got yourself a tight little hole there girl….” Uncle kars escort Tom smiled, pulling back out.

“I think it’s high time you put that tight little legal body to work.” Dillon said, pulling me up off of the work bench. He lifted my nightshirt up over my back, pulling it off over my head.

My eyes were now fully adjusted to the light. I turned to see my uncle Tom standing in front of me, totally naked. His big hairy cock bobbed in front of him, totally erect. He rubbed his ballsack and bit his lip, lusting over my dimly lit, nude body.

Dillon dropped his pants and pulled out his mutant dick. He wrapped his huge hand around it, stroking up and down the length of his shaft. He stared at me with his dark brown eyes, taking a step closer to me.

My dad walked over and sat on a chair, pants around his ankles, rubbing his big dick with his thumb. He watched as his brother moved closer to me.

I felt so hot… so wet… I mean, it’s not like I’m related to any of them, anyway. I’ve always fantasized about getting fucked by an older guy before.. and here… here were three guys in their 30s all stroking their big hard cocks in front of me while I stood there unclothed and exposed.

Why not.. I thought The sooner I take care of them, the sooner I get my car.

“Why don’t you come over here and let me see that big cock, Tom?” I teased, grabbing my own breasts in my small hands. Tom took another step forward. Dillon’s walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees.

“Why don’t you suck his big cock, Kelly.” Dillon instructed. My Uncle Tom’s dick gently bounced on my face.

“Yeah… open that sweet little mouth.” Tom grabbed his cock and started slapping my face with it… “Open your pretty fucking mouth.”

I opened my mouth up wide and stuck out my tongue. Tom plunged his cock into my mouth, pumping it between my lips with his fist.

“Ooooh what a hot little cocksucker you are…..” Tom moaned.

Dillon walked around and stood beside Tom. He grabbed my hair and redirected my mouth to his own hard cock, sliding himself deep. Tom grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his shaft, jerking himself with my fingers.

“Stroke Tom’s cock while you suck me, bitch” Dillon growled, pushing his dick further toward my throat. My eyes watered as I worked Tom’s cock in my hand and struggled to accommodate Dillon’s massive prick with my mouth. I could see my stepdad in his chair, pumping his rod in his fist as he watched Dillon’s dick slipping between my lips. My pussy tingled as I watched him fuck his own hand.

Uncle Tom pulled his dick from my hand and walked behind me, while Dillon continued to grow inside my mouth.

“I think it’s time to go for a ride!” Uncle Tom shouted. Finally! My car! I thought. I pulled my lips off of Dillon’s dick and stood up, smiling. Dillon turned me around to face my uncle, who was laying on the workbench, his legs hanging off the side… his dick standing tall.

“What are you waiting for?” Dillon grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up onto the work bench, placing my knees on either side of Tom’s waist.

“I want my gift!” I whined.

“Oh you’ll get your gift.” Dillon whispered in my ear, as he pushed me down, impaling my pussy on Tom’s cock.

“Ahh! Fuck!” I cried out. Dillon’s hands pushed my hips, forcing me to rock back and forth on Uncle Tom’s hard dick.

“OOOhhhh yeah, fuck is right!” Tom laughed, thrusting his cock deeper into my pussy.

“Fuck that hot little twat!” Dillon cheered. He raised his hands to my breasts, pinching my tits firmly between his fingers. He rubbed his face in my hair.

“Ride him baby. Fuck your uncle’s dick you little cockslut.” His words made me want to cum. I held back, biting my lip as Uncle Tom drove his rod in and out of my wet pussy.

Dillon let go of my tits and grabbed me by the hair. He pushed my face down against Uncle Tom’s chest. I heard him spit and felt his wet fingers slide between my asscheeks.

“Stop! Don’t!” I shouted. No one had ever fucked my ass. Dillon’s cock was huge… there was no way I could handle it…

“Please don’t.. you won’t fit…” I pleaded

Dillon slid his slick finger into my asshole. I dug my fingernails into Uncle Tom’s chest and bit his shoulder. Dillon slid his finger in and out of my ass.

“Don’t you want that big dick in your ass Kelly?” Uncle Tom teased.

“I don’t think she wants your dick, Dillon!” he yelled.

Dillon kıbrıs escort walked around to the other side of the table to face me.

“Is that true Kelly? You don’t want my cock in your ass?” Dillon grabbed my bangs and pulled my head up, making contact with his big brown eyes.

“That’s alright, I’ll just fuck your big mouth instead.” He pried my mouth open with his thumb and forefinger, wedging my lips apart. He grabbed his huge cock in his other hand and forced it into my mouth. Without any hesitation, he rammed his dick into the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away. He held my head down, burying my face in his pubes.

“That’s good. Just choke on it.” I struggled to breathe, gagging again. Tom took over pinching my tits while Dillon pushed his cockhead past my tonsils.

“Are you having a good time, Kelly?” My stepdad’s voice came from behind me.

“I’m having a great time. Watching you take care of those cocks with your wet holes.” Oh God. I was lost in pleasure. The lack of oxygen, the hammering on cervix…. I’m going to cum… I’m gonna cum on my uncle’s dick with a fat cock in my mouth.

I was so close… I could feel the electricity surging between my hips…. on the verge of orgasm. My stepdad pulled my asscheeks apart, exposing my pussy as Uncle Tom’s cock slid in and out.

“Oh, Kelly. You forgot one, tight, little, hole!” My stepfather’s cock suddenly penetrated my barely lubed ass, tearing my asshole as the huge head popped past the rim.

“OWWWWHFFFMMMY FUCKING GOD!!” I screamed around Dillon’s cock, clenching my teeth into his flesh.

“NEVER fucking bit me you fucking bitch!!” Dillon slapped me across the face and forced his cock deeper down my throat.

My stepfather slammed balls-deep into my ass, grabbing my hips with his rough hands. The pain was immense… interrupting the pleasure Uncle Tom’s dick had been filling my pussy with.

“Ohhhhh that’s better Kelly. That’s right. That’s good.” my stepdad moaned.

“Nice big dick in your sloppy little cunt…” he groaned. Uncle Tom sped up, fucking my pussy harder…

“My pretty little girl getting face fucked by a huge cock….” Dillon grabbed the base of his dick and started jerking hard and fast while he strained to keep the tip inside my throat.

“Taking Daddy’s aching cock up your tight little ass….” my ass tightened around my stepfather’s prick as the pain began to subside. Without warning, he tore his dick out of my butt and moved to the other side of the table.

“Clean my cock. Daddy’s gonna cum in that sweet little mouth” Dillon pulled his dick out of my mouth, it was quickly replaced by my stepdad’s penis drilling into my throat.

“Time to take that big dick up your hot little asshole.” I panicked as I realized what was happening. Dillon positioned himself behind me, pressing the tip of his cock into my ass. I struggled, trying to pull away. Uncle Tom chuckled below me and wrapped his arms around my waist – holding me in place while he continued pounding my sore pussy. Dillon rammed his huge cock into my ass, ripping me apart.

I screamed on my stepfather’s cock as it slid over my tongue again and again.

“Oh shit… this wet little cunt… oh fuck..mmm fuck!” Uncle Tom thrust himself deep inside my pussy, meeting Dillon as he slammed into my ass. I felt my pussy flood with Tom’s cum while he pulled me hard against him, burying his seed inside me.

“Mmm honey. Look what you did. Using that wet little cunt to make my brother cum. Makes my balls swell.” My stepfather grabbed his balls and pushed them inside my mouth, stretching my lips as he forced them in below his dick.

Dillon leaned down, grabbing my tits while he pounded my ass.

“Hot little girl. Gonna cum with your stepdad’s cock in your mouth? Gonna cum with my dick in your ass?” he whispered in my ear. My clit rubbed hard against Tom’s body below me while Dillon fucked my ass… I couldn’t take it. I whimpered and cried out as I started to cum.

“Yeah baby… oh honey… ah….. Kelly…” My stepfather pressed his dick deep into my mouth. I felt his hot cum shoot into my throat…. my ass hurt so much but my pussy felt so good… I sucked my stepdad’s dick while he emptied his load into my mouth.

“Yes… swallow it baby… swallow all of it!” my stepfather held my face firmly against his hips.

“Time to fill this hot little ass” Dillon growled in my ear. He plummeted his cock balls deep into my ass, ripping me open even more… filling my hole with jizz.

“Shhhhhit!!” Dillon shouted.

I colapsed on top of Tom, drenched in sweat and throbbing in pain.

“Now can I have my car?” I whimpered

“Now why would you want a car?” My stepfather asked, wiping his dick on my face.

“You just had the ride of your life.”

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Let me start by saying I’m not really a letch.

I have been widowed for about a year. Moderately well off, I enjoy a comfortable lifestyle. My wife and I had been in the swinging lifestyle most of our marriage and I have a few friends still available for a romp.

When my eldest son, a Capt. in Army got orders to the golf I offered to let his bride of 3 years stay with me while he was away. They were living on base in junior officer’s quarters. I have a large home so they decided to do it. Plus that way she would be able to save most of his pay while he was gone.

They came about a week before he was to leave.

We had a good time together. At night I could hear them going at each other for hours she was very vocal and I could tell she was the aggressive one in their lovemaking.

The night before he left they went out and I was alone

In the house so I decided to go down to the local swingers club.

When I got there I was immediately picked up by an old friend of my wife and I. we went to one of the rooms in the back. I had gone without any sex for about a month and she was really good when we had been together before. She immediately fell to her knees and took me in her mouth looking me in the eyes she began to suck my brains out. When I was hard she shoved me back on the bed and ripped my pants off. Without removing her dress she sat on my face and fell into a 69 position her pussy tasted as good as I remembered soon she was having a spasm and lost suction on my cock but I continued to apply pressure to her clit.

“OOOH shit nnnnnooowww gaaad fuck iiiimm cumming.” then she fell back to my legs with my cock immediately finding her mouth. She resumed the pressure.

“Ok Deb set on my cock like you do so well.” she spun and impaled herself on my enlarged prick it felt like I had just placed a cream pie just out of the oven on it she started moving up and down driving me close to the brink of a climax then she stopped “Not yet stud I need more of that meat.” She just sat there for a few seconds making me loose the shoot off. Then she started to contract and loosen her vaginal muscles causing me to get really hard again then she swung her leg over now facing my feet I get a good look at her ass she starts to ride again taking all of me in then removing all but the tip driving me nuts in just a few strokes ahhhh gaadd I’m going to cum again she growls and starts to shake all over.

When she settles into the familiar grind I hear the TV come on she has activated the feed of the fishbowl where groups of couples gather kilis escort to have an orgy I’m not able to see it but something sounds familiar.

God that bitch is beautiful she is taking a guy doggie style and has one in the mouth Deb states, I struggle to see but she is blocking my view just then I feel the pressure building and the sound from the fishbowl and Deb send me over the top. The TV shuts off as Deb falls back on me and we cuddle for a few min.

As I leave the room I see a glimpse of someone familiar leaving the building but it is such a short view I’m not sure who it is.

I spend some time talking to friends and hear about the new couple who had been in the fishbowl that bitch could really take a lot of attention she needed at least three guys to make her happy bet she could be a real terror to try to satisfy by yourself. She even had her way with a couple of the girls on Tuesday from what I hear.

Getting home I see the kids are already in bed, it’s quiet so I sneak into my room and fall asleep.

When I awaken a few hours later to go pee I hear the now familiar sounds from their room she is howling for him to fuck her harder pound me with that big dick you shit drive it into me. Nowwww fuck its getting there ahhh yes good dammm your the best of all the pricks I’ve had.

The next day my son got off to war, his wife and I settled into a routine of going about life, she would cook breakfast and do a lot of the housekeeping things a wife would do and I kept up the yard and cleaned the pool. I saw to it that the cars were filled with gas and such, we both kept to ourselves most of the time having meals together when we were both home

I noticed she was almost always gone on Tuesday nights but didn’t think much about it.

One Friday I decided it was time to return to the club and see if I could get some action.

Upon entering I noticed a car like my sons down the lot; it’s a lot like a bunch of others so I didn’t think about it.

Once in the club I spotted Jan a long time fuck buddy and joined her at her table. She and a couple other friends were talking about this new girl who was taking a lot of the action away from them I hear she can take even Joseph one of them claimed. Come on no one can put that whole thing in its got to be at least 13 inches I said. She has and she tried to take it all in her mouth nearly doing it.

This I need to see.

She is in the fishbowl now go look. I go to the bar where the TV is always turned to the action I nearly fall kırklareli escort on my ass there is my daughter in law bent over the arm of the couch taking a guy in her mouth another with his dick in her from the rear her tittles flapping in the wind. I grab Jan and head for the room to join in, we settled into the bed beside the couch with my face berried in her pussy in seconds I listen to my d-i-l moan as she is drilled from behind oh yes fuck me I need more than that immediately he slaps her ass and she lets out a large squeals fuck me fool fuck me harder. Now I know David he is no small guy he is usually filling for a woman so she is used to something bigger maybe my son is equipped pretty good.

I return my attention to Jan and she is starting to get the juices going real good placing a finger in her pussy I find her g spot easily enough and she cumms soon. Then I place my cock in her and drive like mad trying not to think of her as my dil but not having much success. I really drove my prick into her so hard I bruised her hips she just kept up the riding going over the top soon after I did.

David was sweating like crazy and winked at me cocking his head motioning me to come over when I got close he ask me to take his place he had came twice and didn’t think he could get off again. I thought about it then decided why not she wouldn’t see me as she had her face buried in another mans crouch I was able to get hard even after the fucking I had given Jan I placed my manhood into her pussy and immediately felt her grab it, she would do things with her muscles that felt like she was milking you after a few strokes I heard her say now that is more like it someone with a dick that’s hard fuck me man, this drove me to hit her hard with all I had forcing me groin all the way into her. She shuddered and her twat tightened around me so much I thought it was going to break it off. Then she squirted all over the furniture. Jan handed me a tube of k-y looking in my eyes and said give it to her in the ass you know you want to. I pulled out and placed a large drop on her butt hole she tried to object but the guy with his dick in her mouth just shoved her back down on him. I placed my dick at the entrance of her brown hole giving a little pressure and she tried to object again but Jan was there to quiet her take it baby he is good in there. “But I’ve never had one there before not even my husband.” “Relax baby its good once you get used to it.” Placing her head back on the mans dick.

I was swollen up bigger than I had ever been karabük escort thinking of giving it to my dil in the ass her first time was a big turn on to me I pushed even deeper feeling the rim give way I heard her gasp then I hit the sphincter and passed through buried nearly to my balls I could hear her sobbing I started to pull out but she said. “No let it settle there I feel good with it in me do you have more?” without replying I just push back in placing it all the way to my balls.

“Oh shit you’re so good in that place. I love it. I need more fuck me just fuck me like the little slut I am letting a man fuck my ass is so dirty of me.”

It’s so tight in her ass I knew I can’t take much more of this I slowed down and went real slow making her cummm twice before I finally shoot a big load into her. She is like a damp rag as I leave she still doesn’t realize that it was me.

I see Jan take her to the bed and start to suck her pussy and ass cleaning her up. When I get home I slip off to sleep waking later I hear noises in the Kitchen.

Feeling a little bad I go in to see if there is anything I can do. To my surprise I find not only my D-I-L but Jan and Deb having drinks. “Oh hi dad I found these girls at the dinner and struck up a conversation with them. We have some things in common and I think I will like it here while Tom is away.” Both the girls break out laughing.

“Honey we know your father in law very well.” “In fact you got to know him pretty well tonight also.”

“What? I don’t. Oh god that was him.” “I don’t believe you”

“I’m afraid so sweetie.” I reply

“Did you girls know he was my father in law when we met on Tuesday?” she asked

Deb replies “No, I didn’t know till we drove up outside just now.”

“I didn’t know till he walked in just now.” Chimes in Jan. “I’d only known him from the club.”

“How long have you known I was going down there?”

“I just found out tonight baby when I saw you in the tank with David.”

“God what must you think of me going out on your son like that.”

“Hay it was me who fucked your ass remember.”

“Oh yea and you knew it was me… How could you?”

“I just couldn’t pass up that great looking piece of ass.” “You were good too.” “I hope to get it again. If you’re comfortable with this.”

“I don’t know. It was great to find something so good I passed out you know?” “Can we keep it only in the club I don’t think I could do it here in the house?”

That is fine with me if you share it with the girls we could find all kind of things to do to make you a better lover for when your hubby comes home.

“He took me there you know.”

“His mom brought him down on his 21 birthday and got him his first 3 sum with two girls.” Chimed in Jan “I was one of them now I know I trained him well”

CONTINUED IF INTERESTED…

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Hi! I wrote this in my brother’s point of view to make it a little bit different. I wrote this because this is the first time I had sex with my brother and I thought it deserved to be written about. Please tell me what you think about the story, I would really appreciate it! Thank you!

Yours truly, Melanie

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“Eddie! Get the drinks and come downstairs!”

“Uggh…” I thought to myself. I walked over to the fridge and picked up the twelve case of Coca-Cola. I walked downstairs and then put six cans in the cooler that was full of ice. I was supposed to watch a movie with my two younger sisters tonight but the last one they picked wasn’t that great and I thought they would do the same tonight. I started walking away to the stairs.

“Eddie! Come on! Watch the movie! Please? I’ll pick a good one! I promise!” My baby sister Melanie pleaded.

“Fine…” I muttered.

I sat down on the couch next to my other sister, Katelynn. I don’t really put up an argument when it comes to my sisters. I find them both really charming and really nice. I’ve never been mean to them because really, who would they look up to if I were a prick to them? Melanie’s a sweet eighteen-year-old girl. She was wearing a blue nightgown that extended down to the middle of her thighs. Melanie’s a small girl, she’s about 5’5″ tall and weighs around a hundred pounds. She does have an athletic body from daily exercise. Her dark brown hair is about eight inches long and looks very silky. She has a fleshy peach-coloured skin, beautiful lips, brown eyes, and most of all, a very seducing smile. It’s really hard to say no to her because of her eyes. It makes someone feel like they’ve kicked a poor dog for no reason if they disagree with her.

“Hey! How would you guys like to watch ‘Speed’?” Melanie asked.

“That’s a good one, that’ll be very enjoyable.” I said.

“Oh! Put it in!” Kate said.

Melanie threw the movie over at me and plunked her self onto the two-seater couch to my left. She grabbed everyone a drink and covered herself up with a few blankets and waited for the movie to start. The television was angled so that both couches could see it at a very good angle. I got up and put the movie in the DVD player and grabbed the remote. I flicked off the lights so it was very dark. I sat back down next to Kate. Melanie fell asleep through movies sometimes so that’s probably why she likes to lay down on the couch by herself. Even though I might have better things to do, I’m spending time with my two sisters which means a lot to me and it’s the beginning of summer so I guess they might need some company. There are times though where I’m really not in the mood for a movie but they always make me watch one with them.

I pressed play on the remote and stared at the television. Katelynn snuggled a bit closer to me. She sipped on her drink really fast. Kate is nineteen years old. She has long brown hair, sweet green eyes, and cute looking lips. Kate has an average weight and she’s about 5’8″ tall. I remember how small Kate used to be when she was a young child, it’s amazing how much she grew. She has a hint of pale in her peach skin. She was wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Kate can basically convince anyone to do something she wants, she really good that way.

Kate put her drink on the coffee table. She was curled up against me and had her head on my shoulder. I pulled a blanket off the top of the couch and put it on both of us. I was wearing long shorts and a t-shirt. She moved closer to me. I decided to move lower so that it would be more comfortable and our body parts wouldn’t fall asleep. Kate was now lying partially on top of me and on the back of the couch. She wasn’t heavy at all and I could tell she was very comfortable. I was quite comfortable too.

I looked over at her for a quick second to see if she could see the screen okay. For that quick second, it wasn’t focused on her face, I was looking down her top. Her breasts were extremely cute. They were maybe a 34C and fit nicely in her shirt and from this angle, I could almost see her nipples because she wasn’t wearing a bra. I looked away almost instantly because if I ended up staring at her rack for too long, she’ll be able to see me having an erection and I really didn’t need that. I didn’t like the thought of me looking down my younger sister’s shirt because, well, she’s my sister.

I watched the movie but the thought remained in my head that I could look down her shirt for countless minutes and focus on every little detail. I put my arm on Kate’s bare shoulder and rubbed lightly. Kate snuggled a little closer to me. Kate and I usually sit really close during movie, like how some brothers and sisters do. Melanie and I do that a lot as well. Next, Kate put her arm around me and put her head down on my upper body. I really liked that because it seemed like we were both really safe and nothing could pull us apart.

She was very, very warm. I slowly rubbed her arm and moved down to her stomach. I felt very cold though for some strange reason, maybe it was van escort the fact that I was actually starting to have sexual thoughts about my younger sister. The only major problem is that I started to look at Melanie in a different way as well but I really pushed those thoughts off for the time being. Eventually I started to shake in a bit of fear because I know these feelings were going to stay with me for the rest of my life and that these fantasies I was having were very close to becoming reality if I made it happen.

I pushed that thought off as well but I also had a thought in mind that told me they might fantasize about me as well. To be honest, I really didn’t know what to think at the time because I still had my desires but I also kept them in line. I pushed it all away and enjoyed the rest of the movie. For a few parts in the movie, Kate laughed and giggled. The movie had ended. Kate’s eyes were closed and Melanie was breathing heavy so I just turned off the DVD player along with the television because I didn’t want to wake them up. I closed my eyes and waited for the next day to come.

I woke up to the sunlight gleaming in through the small curtain. It was morning now. Kate and Melanie were still in their same positions from last night. Kate felt very warm, it felt like her bum was pressed against the middle of my right thigh. Her head was resting on my neck. I kissed the top of her head. It turns out she was awake and she looked up at me and smiled while blushing.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“I might have…” I said while giving a little smile.

“Aww! That’s cute! “She said while blushing even more.

I inched over off of the couch and I let Kate slip onto the couch. I walked past the couch Melanie was laying on and I patted her hair. In my opinion, there’s nothing more fun than spending the night with your siblings, whether it’s watching movies or talking. Kate got up off the couch and walked towards the washroom. I walked upstairs to the kitchen. Mom and dad were already at work. It was 7:41am. I waited for the girls to come upstairs before I started making anything in the kitchen. I looked out the back door and seen all the trees in the back yard.

“Eddie!”

I looked over and seen Melanie in her nightshirt again. Her hair had been all screwed up throughout her sleep but it sure did make her look cute.

“Yes, Melanie?” I said.

“That was a good movie, don’t you think?” She said.

“Yeah, it’s an excellent movie, I loved it.”

“Well, next time, I want to lay with you, I was so cold last night and the air conditioning was on so high! The blanket didn’t help one bit! Plus, you and Kate looked so warm together, I was jealous.” She said and then laughed.

The thought of that made me think about Melanie naked. I glimpsed down at her sexy looking thighs. I was grateful to be sitting down because she really made me excited by just standing there, I wondered if she was wearing any panties. I know she wasn’t wearing a bra because her or Kate never wears bras when they’re at home.

“Oh okay…that’s fine. What do you and Katie want for breakfast?” I asked.

“Let’s have toaster strudels! I love those!” I heard her say very loud.

I smiled at her and I got up. I angled my crotch away as I walked towards the fridge. I opened up the top door of the fridge (the freezer) and pulled out the package. Next I felt arms come up and wrap around my chest. It was Katelynn, she kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks for watching the movie with us.”

I blushed a little bit and then smiled at her. I unwrapped the package and put two toaster strudels in the toaster. I then pulled out a few plates and put them on the counter. Next I sat back down at the table right next to Kate. I looked at Kate’s lips. They looked very soft. Melanie looked very cute as well, she had one leg over the other as she was sitting down. It showed a little bit of the back of her thigh and that was a turn on for me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, I was fantasizing about my two younger sisters!

“I have to go use the washroom, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I heard Melanie say.

She got up and walked to the bathroom. I got a glimpse of her cute bum, it was small but very, very cute looking.

“Eddie…I don’t know how to say this to you…I don’t know if I should say it…” Kate said.

“You can go ahead and say whatever you like, it won’t offend me and it won’t make me stop loving you.” I said back.

“Well…I love you so much…I know we’re siblings but I would be willing to break those rules to be with you. It’s…just that you’re so nice, caring, and gentle…Please don’t be mad at me…” She said in a very soft tone.

Those words seemed to come to me like bullets. They shocked me, I didn’t know what to think. What are the chances of her talking to me about this the day after I started getting sexual feelings for her? I sat there in silence for a few seconds.

“Kate…” I finally managed to say. “I love you very, very much too…I…”

I bit the yalova escort bullet and I leaned over, closed my eyes, and put my lips on Kate’s. She backed away and looked at my eyes. She put her arms around my neck and sucked on my lips very softly. I put my arms under hers and grasped her bare shoulders. The most insane pleasure shot through me. Her skin was very soft and I sure loved rubbing her skin, I don’t know why. She pulled her lips off of mine and took her arms off of my neck. She was a very, very good kisser.

“Melanie’s going to be out at any moment.” She said.

“Oh yeah…okay.”

I pulled my hands away from her smooth shoulders. I’ve had many girlfriends before and I’ve had sex with one of them but this kiss right here was the most intense pleasure I’ve felt in my life. It was all because she was my sister, one of the girls I’ve taken care of for most of my life. Kate got up to go towards the toaster, I assumed she knew I had an erection. I still couldn’t get over how intense that was. Melanie came back and sat in her chair. She had her elbows on the table with her hands supporting her jaw. Kate walked over to the table with a plate. She put it in front of Melanie.

“Thank you so much!” Melanie said and then shot a happy smile.

Kate sat down at the table. She looked over at me and smiled.

“So what do you guys want to do today?” I asked.

“Do you want to go in the hot tub and just chill for today? I don’t feel like going anywhere.” Kate asked.

Melanie smiled as she swallowed a bit of her food and nodded. I nodded as well. We had a hot tub on the deck, we had just got it last year. Every couple years or so, something like that comes into the household, whether it’s a television or a computer or something. We all ate breakfast and stepped outside. It was a beautiful summer day outside. It was very warm. Melanie was still in her nightshirt, I was hoping she would bend over so I could see her bum. I really had an urge to kiss Melanie for some reason…maybe it was because I kissed Kate. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and kissed me back. Her face turned really red as she looked over at Kate.

I looked away like I never noticed but I kept my arm around her. I had no clue what I should’ve done next, I had absolutely no clue if Melanie was interested in me like Kate was but I really, really wanted to find out. I caressed Melanie’s arm and looked up at the very few clouds in the sky. I then ran my hand through her black hair and straightened it out of her face from the slight breeze of wind that screwed it up. Melanie let out a little laugh and walked back inside of the house. I was wondering if she thought I was some sort of freak after that.

“Eddie…I love you so much…” I heard Kate say again.

“I love you too, sweetie.” I said back, I know she wanted something else because whenever she pauses like that, she wants something but doesn’t build up the courage to tell me.

She turned on the hot tub and then climbed into the hot tub with all her clothes on (shorts and tank top). She soaked her hair. I took off my shirt and climbed in. I sat right next to her. I got a glimpse of her breasts again and they sure did look nice with water on them. Melanie came out of the house with black panties and a tank top. I looked at Melanie’s thighs again, I loved how they looked. She let herself in the hot tub. She put her head under the water and came back up. She swam over and sat next to me. I felt her arm go around my neck.

“Love you, Eddie!” She said.

I looked into her eyes and were they ever so cute! The look that she gave me in the hot tub is one I will never forget, it was the most begging and wanting look that no one could ever turn down. I don’t know what she wanted but it was something and I dare don’t kiss her on the lips.

“I love you as well, Melanie.”

“Do you think…we could…watch a couple more movies later?” She asked.

“Of course, sweetheart.” I said back.

She blushed after I said ‘sweetheart’. I put my arm around her.

“So Melanie,” Kate said. “Would you like to go get some ice cream later?”

Melanie’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh please?! I would love to!” She exclaimed.

Melanie loved ice cream so much. She loved almost every flavour of it. If she could live off of one thing, it would be ice cream, Kate knew that ice cream made Melanie really happy. Next, Kate decided to tell us both a story.

“Okay, so earlier this year, dad was in the kitchen and he was unloading the dishwasher. He was unloading dishes with one of his hands and he was holding a bag of chips in the other. He would sometimes grab a couple chips and eat them but I never knew he was holding them when I walked into the kitchen. I said ‘Hi dad!’ and then he looked over at me all startled. A few plates were in his hand and he dropped the bag of chips. So there he goes, trying to save the chips and drops all three plates but saves the bag of chips. I was laughing so hard because aren’t plates more important then çorlu escort a simple bag of chips? The funny thing was he stumbled to go save the chips and almost fell.”

Melanie was laughing. “Typical dad! He always does things like that.”

I was laughing as well. “Oh good old dad, been doing things like that from as far as I can remember.”

“Tell us one from a while ago, Eddie!” Kate said.

“Okay, well about 6 years ago, dad was playing with the dog on the carpet. But what dad didn’t know is that the dog pissed on the carpet. I knew about it because I stepped in it earlier in the day but I didn’t do anything about it. So dad is bugging the dog when he’s on his knees and he’s laughing and having all sorts of fun. Secretly, the dog and I know that there’s piss on the carpet. So the moment finally hit. Dad yelled as soon as his knee hit the puddle. I was in the kitchen and I seen the dog run towards me followed by dad with a huge wet spot on his knee.”

Kate was laughing so hard, her face turned red. Melanie was laughing really hard too. Dad always did really funny things unintentionally but we all always got a kick out what happened to him. After a short while, both of the girls stopped laughing. I was laughing quite a bit too.

“So what do you guys think of Jason out of the house?” Melanie asked.

“It doesn’t matter to me, he doesn’t really talk to me unless I talk to him.” Kate said.

“Same with me…” Melanie said.

“Well he’s a good brother and everything but it doesn’t really matter with me, he’s getting married and is moving onto another life, it’s his choice.” I said.

“Yeah…I suppose. Well it’s good for him at least.” Kate responded.

We talked for about another hour about little things like which movies we liked best, our favourite foods, how mom and dad aren’t fair. The thought still remained in my head that I wanted to kiss, hug, and have sex with both of my sisters. We all got out of the hot tub. I looked down Melanie’s top and seen her cute little breasts along with her hard nipples. They were maybe a size smaller than Kate’s but they were so pretty. I looked away as I seen that. I picked up my shirt and walked downstairs to my room. I was so into seeing Melanie’s breasts that I didn’t get a towel from the washroom.

I walked out of my room and then upstairs into the washroom and my god…I got the quickest glimpse of Melanie’s bare backside. She was combing her hair.

“Shit…Melanie, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in there.”

“Hahn! Don’t worry about it! Come in.”

I opened up the door slowly and found her standing in the same position but with a towel covering her private parts. However, it didn’t cover the bottom of her bum. I opened up the closet door to get my towel except there were no towels left. I let out a disappointing sigh.

“Eddie…I…” Melanie tried to say.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I said back.

“Nothing…” She said.

I looked back at her in the reflection of the mirror and her head was down.

“Tell me, Melanie, it’s alright.”

“No…it’s nothing, it’s just me…I’m sorry.” She said.

I wrapped my arms around Melanie’s stomach and put my cheek on hers.

“Remember, sweetie, you can talk to me about anything you want, I’m here for you.” I said as I kissed her on the cheek.

I thought she was really bothered by something because she usually is whenever she has her head down, she has really sensitive feelings. She nodded and smiled at me.

“Here, take my towel, I’m finished using it.” She said.

She unwrapped her towel and gave it to me. She was completely naked again. She then moved closer to me.

“I love you so much…” She whispered in me ear, then kissed my mouth.

I shot into pleasure again. I looked into her eyes, they were so cute. I hugged her bare naked body. She was really, warm. As I hugged her, I put my hand on her head and rubbed it gently. My upper body was in heaven as hers was pressed against mine. I didn’t look at her naked body except for her butt when I hugged her. I kept my eyes mainly focused on her eyes.

“I love you very, very much too, Melanie…”

I left the towel in the room because I soaked Melanie by hugging her. Kate was standing outside of the washroom with jeans and a tank top.

“Do you need a towel? I locked the back door already.” She asked.

“Yeah I do…”

“Here, take mine.”

“Thank you, Kate.” I said and then smiled.

“Eddie…you mean a lot to me…” She smiled.

“Kate, I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you. I love everything about you, sweetheart.”

Kate blushed and smiled. She walked to her room as I walked downstairs to mine. I dried myself off and put on new clothes. I wore jeans and a t-shirt. It was 9:30am now. I walked upstairs. Kate was sitting on the couch looking out the window. Melanie came out of the washroom and stood near us. She was wearing bell-bottom jeans. They were tight around her thighs and butt, and I really liked that. She also wore a tight t-shirt. I grabbed my car keys and put my shoes on. Both the girls put on their sandals and walked out of the front door. I locked the door. We all went into my mother’s car. Kate sat in the front seat with me and Melanie sat right behind me. I drove us to an ice cream parlor called ‘Sergeant Sundae’.

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It had taken weeks for Mom and me to decide on the perfect present for Dad on Father’s Day. I knew that it had to be something extra special, because Dad was, well, Dad. Now, early on the Sunday morning, Mom had slipped out of their bed without waking him and was helping me get ready. I stood, naked in front of her as she ran her fingers over my breasts, gently pulling the nipples, so that they stood proud on my delicate 34 C bosom. Then she ran her hands down my smooth belly until she could circle her finger and thumb around my tiny cock and squeeze it gently. The breasts had been a surprise for Dad on my twenty-second birthday, Mom paying for the surgery and the hormones out of her ‘mad money’.

Mom turned me around and made me bend over the edge of my bed and then gently spread the cheeks of my ass with her fingers. She slowly ran her finger down the cleft and then pressed it gently, but firmly, into the dark hole. I could feel her exploring my back passage, making sure that I was relaxed, ready to please Dad. I felt something cool against the tight ring and realised that she was massaging a little lubricating jelly around my asshole. Mom slapped the cheek of my ass and told me I could stand up and then turned me to face her again.

Carefully, she applied a little mascara to make my lashes longer and thicker, then a trace of blusher and bright red lipstick. She turned me around again and brushed my long dark hair until it shone, before gathering it into a ponytail and fastening it firmly with a bow. Mom knew how much Dad liked to hold my head still by twisting his hand in my ponytail while he shoved the length of his thick cock into my mouth.

Once my hair and face were fixed how Mom knew Dad liked them, she went to my wardrobe and pulled a carrier bag from the back. She had not told me what she had bought, but these were specially chosen for Dad to enjoy.

First she brought out a white corset, with half cups so that my nipples would be uncovered. She wrapped it around my waist, slipping my pert breasts into the lacy cups, giving my already hard nipples a pinch and then began to pull the laces tight at the back. The metal stays dug into my sides, but I stayed quiet, knowing that this would be a special treat for Dad.

When she had finished lacing the corset and tying it tightly, she had given me an almost hour-glass figure. Reaching into the bag she brought out a pair of tiny silk panties, just large enough to cover my tiny cock. She knelt down in front of me and slid the silk up my legs, stopping at the tops of my thighs. Leaning forward, she opened her lips and slipped trabzon escort my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Slowly she ran her tongue over the head of my cock as she gently sucked the shaft all of the way to the back of her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as her head bobbed back and forth. I could feel my cock stiffen in her mouth as she sucked and swirled her tongue all over it. I would have been happy for her to suck me all day, until I spurted into her hot mouth but she drew her head back, keeping her lips tight around my shaft, until my cock slipped from between them with a loud, wet, ‘plop’.

Mom pulled the panties the rest of the way over my cock, running her fingers along the bulge it made in the fine silk. Then she took a pair of white stockings out of the bag and slowly rolled them up my legs, fastening them to the suspenders that dangled from the corset. She moved back and stood up, looking at me with an artist’s eye. Finally she smiled and nodded.

“Your Daddy will be very pleased.” Mom whispered, “Now in you go and give him his Father’s Day present.”

I crept along the corridor to Mom and Dad’s room and pushed the door open. Dad was sprawled across the big bed, the top sheet and duvet pushed down to the bottom end of the mattress. I tiptoed across the carpet and slowly lowered myself onto the bed next to him, my head level with his cock and balls and my legs curled so that my legs rested on Mom’s pillow. Dad must have been having a very horny dream, because his cock was thick and hard, sticking straight up from his neatly trimmed pubes. I leaned over and took the base of his cock between my finger and thumb, squeezing it very gently and then opened my mouth and began to slowly lick the head of his cock. I ran the tip of my tongue over the swollen knob, lapping at it like a kitten with a saucer of milk, until the whole of the purple head was shiny with my spit. Then I gently blew on the wetness, cooling his cock, before I slipped the head into my mouth.

Dad woke with a bit of a start, and reached down, putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face right up against his tight balls. The hair around the base of his cock rasped against my lips as the head forced its way into the back of my throat. I swallowed desperately, to keep from choking as he forced my head further down onto his hard cock, filling my mouth. He released my head for a moment and pushed me over, onto my side. I kept my mouth clamped around his cock, sucking and swirling my tongue over his meat as he slit his fingers under the silk of my panties and tunceli escort pushed the waistband down over my hard little cock.

Dad moved his head a little and slipped my cock into his mouth, taking me right inside and sucking me slowly. I could feel his stubbly chin against the smooth skin of my balls and then he opened his mouth wider and slowly sucked my balls into his mouth. I groaned around his cock, trying to let him know that the feel of his hot mouth was making me incredibly horny. I sucked harder on his knob, bobbing my head up and down the length of his manhood as he sucked on my cock. I know that my cock is really pathetic, but when he was sucking on it I felt as though he had made it as big as a horse’s.

Dad worked his cock in and out of the back of my throat as he sucked on my cock, while he unfastened the suspenders and worked my panties down over my ass. I could feel his tongue lashing at my balls as he spread the cheeks of my ass and slowly forced his thumb into my asshole. I groaned and swallowed the head of his cock to the back of my throat and swallowed again and again, so that he could feel my throat ripple against his knob. I could feel him working his thumb in and out of my ass, keeping the same rhythm as his sucking. I could take no more of this torment and before I could do anything to warn him, my cock spurted a thin string of cum into his mouth and down his throat. I felt him swallow, as he gulped my cum down, draining my balls dry, while he rammed his thumb hard into my ass.

Dad opened his mouth and slid my cock out, leaving it to rest on my thigh, limp and oozing the last drops of my cum. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back, so that his cock slid past my lips and out of my mouth with a long, wet, slurping sound. I could see my spit and lipstick smeared all the way from his knob to his balls. Roughly he pushed me onto my back, swivelling me around, so that my head rested on Mom’s pillow. He forced his knee between my thighs and rolled on top of me, pinning me down with his knees spreading my thighs wide. I watched as he kneaded my breast with his hard, rough hand, squeezing and pinching my tender nipples until they looked as though they were bruised and swollen. I felt his stubble against my skin as he took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked it between his teeth, biting until I yelped in pain and my little cock started to harden again.

Releasing my soft little titty, Dad reached between us and guided the swollen head of his thick, hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. A jerk of his hips forced the knob uşak escort into my tight little ass and I arched my back in a mixture of pain and pleasure, forcing my ass further onto his hard cock. He took hold of my legs, behind my knees, and lifted them over his shoulders, draping my calves down his back. I felt terribly vulnerable, my ass tilted upwards so that he could drive the length of his thick cock deep inside me. I whimpered as he pushed, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my ass, stretching my tight passage and filling me with his swollen cock. I could feel his balls pressed against the curve of my ass and my knees pressed against the underside of my titties as Dad reached up to pinch and twist my nipples until they changed from their usual dusky brown colour into an almost purple, swollen, bruise.

Dad looked into my eyes, seeing how his cock had smeared my lipstick all over my mouth and how the tears of pain had made my mascara run down my cheeks. I knew that the sight of my face messed up like this made him even more turned on than the thought of fucking my tender ass and, as if to prove it, his cock stiffened and swelled even more. Dad groaned out loud and rammed his cock into my ass as hard as he could, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. It felt as though he were splitting me open with his rigid cock and I sobbed in despair as I felt it thicken inside me and begin to jerk.

My ass was burning painfully and this added sensation almost made me pass out. Even worse was to come, almost literally, because his balls tightened and his cock began to pump, spitting thick globs of his cum into my bruised and battered asshole. Every splash of cum felt like a kick deep inside my ass and I grunted in agony with every spurt. Dad held me down as he pumped what felt like gallons of hot cum into my bruised and battered asshole. Then I felt his cock move again and he began to ease it out of my asshole, pulling further and further back until only the rim of his knob was inside me. I could feel cum spurting into me all of the time and something wet and sticky was oozing down the cleft of my ass. I screamed as his knob popped out of my ass and he took hold of the base of his cock. He was still spurting cum and he squeezed the base to hold it back as he straddled my waist and aimed the angry looking head between my tits, releasing his hold so that thick globs of cum splattered onto my skin, feeling like scalding lead on my aching nipples. He tilted the tip of his cock upwards a little and spurted the last drops of his cum into my mouth and across my face, a few drops landed in my hair, matting it together.

At last, he eased himself off me and laid by my side, smearing his cum across my nipples and rubbing it into the soft, golden skin of my tits.

I looked into his eyes, for a moment, and gave him my important message.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I love you.”

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