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I was shoved into the strip club by my two friends, each holding a shoulder somewhere behind me. “I know it’s my eighteenth birthday, guys, but is the strip club really the place I need to go to become a man?” Whatever the hell that means.

“For the hundred and seventh time — yes, dude.” My friend, Chris commented from the back, still pushing.

Sighing, I finally stopped fighting and let them ‘guide’ me deeper into the club where the music was obnoxiously loud, the lights were dim and most importantly, where there were gorgeous women who had tits and asses so perfect, they had to be fake. The strippers were sensually pole dancing on the small platform and stages littered throughout the place, as hungry and desperate-looking men threw dollar bills at the them and in the air, ‘making it rain.’

And despite my protests, I’d be a liar to say I wasn’t interested in a stripper with daddy issues grinding her chest balloons in my face. Mom would kill me if she knew I were here. Good thing she’ll never find out.

“Ah, that one is super hot. I’ll call her over, so you can get a ‘special’ dance.” My other friend, Logan grinned, going over to fetch her as she walked towards the other side of the club.

My eyes doubled at the sight of the stunning young woman — who was my older sister, Crystal. The twenty-three-year-old easily fit in with the other strippers around, wearing a slutty outfit that exposed her gorgeous figure. Her already round and Double D boobs were mashed together in her corset top. Looking down from there showed her flat stomach that didn’t have an ounce of fat and then the curves of her hips. My vision stopped to take in the glorious sight of her plump, full ass that was peach-shaped.

Moving on, I studied her long and toned legs that were in lacy stockings; she was also wearing platform heels that made her much taller. And to top of her hotness, she had a very pretty face with big, brown eyes that could pierce your soul, high cheekbones and a head full of luscious, black hair that fell just pass her shoulders.

My admiration of the older girl stopped the moment she started for me with my pal.

At once, recognition filled her eyes as she saw me.

“Yeah, so this is our buddy, Eric. I’m sure you’ll be gentle with him.” Logan still had a huge smile.

“Uh, guys. I don’t really think this is such a good idea, after all.” I gave them unsure glances, not sure if I should reveal she was my sister; they didn’t even know I had one.

“What’s wrong? Not your type?” She smiled, locking her eyes onto me.

“W-What? I…” A coherent sentence refused to form as my mind raced. What the heck is she doing? Is she really going to give her own brother – me, a private lap dance?

“Stop being a pussy, man.” Chris slapped my back, forcing me to stumble forward.

I managed to stop just short of Crystal, our faces only a foot apart; she still had an easy smile that could’ve meant anything, so her intentions were impossible to guess, just like when we were growing up. Is she teasing me? Just messing around? Or… could she be serious? Swallowing nervously, I shook my head. “No… I think you’re very pretty.”

“Charming as always. Follow me.” She let out an amused chuckle and sauntered away, her curvy hips swaying.

My pair of friends encouraged me to follow and before I could think too much about it, I let her lead me to a darker lit room where comfortable-looking seats were lined in spaces to either side with curtains in front of each; some were halfway closed and preoccupied by other strippers giving private lap dances. A muscled security guard paced back and forth, eyeing all the activity. Once in my own seat, all I could do was stare as my sister closed the curtain and made her way to me.

“C-Crystal, what are you doing?” I sat up straighter.

She was soon standing in front of me, staring down; her boobs squished in her top filled my vision. Bending forward to whisper, her hot breath that smelled of strawberry hit my ear. “Serving the birthday boy. Isn’t that why you came? You knew I worked here.”

The truth was that I had no clue what strip joint she worked at, but even if I did, why would she be so willing to go along with it? She had caught me peeping at her showering when she was still living at home and told me she’d cut my dick off if I ever did it again, with the same smile she always had. Maybe she hadn’t been that bothered by it?

“So, what’s it going to be, Little Brother?” Crystal made sure to whisper the question directly into my ear, making me shiver.

“Y-Yes, please.” I swallowed, hard.

She chuckled and stood up straight to make eye contact. “You were always an honest kid, weren’t you?” Turning around, she began swaying back and forth with both arms high, almost belly dancing. Her beautiful ass jiggled a bit as she contorted her fit body. My older sister went on like that bitlis escort for a short while before she backed up to sit on my lap, still facing forward.

I sucked in an involuntary breath at the softness and cushiness of her bubble butt against my crotch, which course made my cock turn to stone. She was only wearing panties that resembled more of a loin cloth, so it easily slid between her cheeks. No, no, no! She must already think I’m a huge perv!

Crystal stiffened at the unexpected contact and then laughed it little, but soon restarted the private lap dance, laying the top half of her body against my torso, so that her head was next to mine. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much.”

I blushed.

Continuing, she rotated her hips in slow circles, mashing her supple ass into my erection even more, which sent waves of pleasure throughout my whole body. My older sister sat up after a bit to lean forward with both hands on her knees and started shaking her ass in the new position, softly bouncing her peached-shape butt into my crotch.

I could seriously cum if she keeps doing that!

To my relief and disappointment, she soon switched to yet another position and straddled me, her arms on my shoulders. Her perfect, fat tits were directly in my face now as she started gyrating and moving her hips like they were made of water.

Without thinking, I reached around to her backside and palmed the soft meat of her cheeks.

“Ouu, maybe I had you pegged wrong, Little Brother.” She turned her head down to look at me, giving a lazy smile. “Maybe you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“I-I’m sorry.” I let go at once. The hell are you doing, dude?

“I think I should stop before you get even friskier.” My sister laughed out loud and got off me.

I got up, too. “Uh, thanks for the dance.” Thanks for the dance? I didn’t know what else to say after your own sister almost grinds you to blowing your load.

“Anytime, kid.” She winked and walked away, leaving me still confused as to why she had even gone along with everything in the first place.

That curiosity made me wait outside the club where she exited with a blonde who was just as hot.

“Hey, that creep looks like he’s waiting for us. I’ll go get security.” The blonde narrowed her eyes at me.

“N-No, no!” I held a hand out with big eyes. “I’m not a creep, I swear!”

“It’s fine, Jen. Just my little brother.” Crystal eyed me with a blank expression.

“This is little Eric? I’d reckon to say he isn’t so little anymore…” The older girl gave me a flirtatious smile while sizing me up.

I was average height, lean-bodied and had dark, short hair, so I wasn’t too bad-looking. But hooking up with a smoking hot stripper? I certainly hadn’t checked that off my list yet. Today really is my birthday.

“Down, boy. She’s married.” My sister raised one eyebrow at my grinning stupidly.

“I-I didn’t do anything.” It faded right away.

“You guys are cute.” Jen giggled. “Well, since you’re here to pick your sister up, guess my duty’s done. Adios, girl.” She saluted and walked off.

Seeing my sister was about to protest, I stepped up. “H-Hey, I got no problem taking you home.” It had been almost two years since we last saw each other. And the meeting hadn’t exactly ended… friendly. Though the fact that she had seemingly mentioned me to her friend after all this time probably meant she had forgotten about the incident of our mom holding an intervention for her, and me blocking the door when she tried to leave. And she did give me a birthday lap dance.

“What, Mom send you?” Crystal’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and her voice had a tinge of annoyance.

Probably wondering why I’d wait two whole hours until she finished working. “No, it’s not like that at all, I swear, Sis!” My pleading eyes searched her skeptical ones.

After a moment, she huffed out a laugh. “Sis, huh? Been a while since I been called that.” She walked passed me. “Well, let’s go, then. Night’s a wastin’, Little Bro.”

Once we were off and I was driving down the road, I watched her from my peripheral as she checked her phone. “You don’t have a car? I thought stripping was supposed to pay well.”

“Forgot how blunt you were, too.” She chuckled. “It’s in the shop, been acting up lately.”

“Oh.” Not knowing what else to say, I drove her the rest of the way in silence and parked in the lot of her apartment complex.

“Thanks for the ride.” She got out and lowered her head into the car to me when I hadn’t moved. “You coming inside or not?”

“I-Inside?”

“You trying to do a parrot impression? Yes, inside. I’m guessing you didn’t wait a couple hours until I was done working just to drive me home.”

I hurriedly shook my head. “No, for sure. I’d love to come inside. Thank you.”

Her apartment wasn’t big, but had nice furniture and a big screen television.

“You can sit on the couch; I’m gonna bolu escort shower and change.” She headed for the hall to the left side of the room before facing me again. “No peeking this time.”

“I-I won’t!” I almost shouted and let out a tired sigh when she started laughing and left. Doing as she said, I settled on the living sofa and grabbed the remote on the coffee table in front. I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure what I was doing in her apartment or why I sought her out after our lap dance. She’s my sister. Do I need a reason to see her?

She emerged from the hall a short while later, wearing only a long-sleeved shirt that wasn’t buttoned, so her Double D’s were barely covered and she was giving plenty of cleavage. A strip of cloth that could barely called panties hid her pussy. I tried not to stare as she soon plopped down next to me, a couple of feet separating us.

“Anything good on?”

“N-Not really.” I swallowed in nervousness, trying not to look at her.

“You trying not so hard not to look at my tits is only making me think about it.” My twenty-three-year-old sister rolled her eyes and turned a bit to open her shirt, revealing the swell of her perfect boobs that looked weighty, but didn’t even droop. “There. Now can you act like a normal human being and not horny teenager that you are?”

After admiring her girls for a moment, I smiled awkwardly. “Sorry. I’ll be on my best behavior now.”

She smiled back. And a bit into us watching television, she complained how boring it was and grabbed a pre-rolled blunt to start smoking weed. Noticing my disapproving look knowing her past drug problems, she rolled her eyes for the second time. “What? You gonna call the cops and have me hauled off to prison?”

A defeated sigh left me. At least it’s not hard drugs… Though I don’t know if she’s still doing that stuff, and know she wouldn’t appreciate an interrogation. Instead, I decided to speak what was on my mind since earlier in the night and looked at her as she kept smoking. “Um, Crystal? Can I ask why you… did what you did in the strip club?”

She chuckled, turning her head to me; her knees were raised to her chest as she leaned back with both arms stretched on the back of the sofa. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Even if that’s true… why would you entertain it?”

Crystal shrugged and took another drag of the joint before blowing it out of the side of her mouth. “Just felt like it.”

To most people, her answer would’ve seemed dismissive or incomplete, but I knew how she did whatever she felt like without much thought, no matter the consequences.

“What, didn’t you enjoy your birthday gift? Sorry, pal, no refunds.” She laughed out loud.

“H-How about exchanging it for something else, then?” I tried to keep nervousness from affecting my voice.

“Oh, sure. How about a blowjob? Or would you rather use my tits?” She chuckled and grabbed one.

“A… a blowjob would be good.”

My sister went to take another puff, but stopped to make eye contact with me. “What?”

Already having steeled myself, I cleared my throat. “It would be one of the best and unforgettable moments of my life if you gave me a blowjob.”

She stared at me with a stone face.

Her dead expression made my heart flutter. “A-And it is my birthday…” Yeah. That’ll definitely convince her.

After staring for a bit, she started smoking and watching TV again.

From my seat, just a fee feet away, a million thoughts were bouncing around in my head and just as much emotion swirling around inside me. What the hell were you thinking?! You’ve completely screwed up your one chance at reconnecting!

Some seconds went by when she spoke again. “After I’m done.”

“W-What?” My head snapped up to her.

“I’ll suck your dick after I’m done smoking.” She clarified without looking at me.

More thoughts and emotions erupted in me, but they were filled with happiness and disbelief this time.

And as promised, she finished her joint a few minutes later and looked at me. “Stand in front of me; I don’t feel like leaning over right now.”

“O-Of course.” I practically jumped from the couch to get into position.

“Someone’s excited.” The older girl smirked up at me, making me blush as I undid my belt buckle to pull my jeans and briefs down.

With no restriction, the boner that had been hiding sprung out, revealing my hardened cock; veins were pulsing all around and it periodically twitched.

“Shit. Didn’t know you were packing like this, Little Bro. Otherwise, I could’ve used you on the nights my boyfriend was acting like a dick, no pun intended.”

I was pretty sure she had exactly intended that. “R-Really?”

“I’m joking.” Crystal laughed. “Just what kind of sister do you think I am, huh?” Before I could answer, she grabbed my rod. “On second thought, don’t answer that.” She grinned up at me and started stroking slowly.

The burdur escort tenderness of her hands made my entire body shiver with pleasure; they were so soft and her strokes were gentle, yet strong at the same time.

“I haven’t even started yet and you look like you’re ready to blow your load already.” She was still smiling up at me playfully.

“I can’t help it. Your hand feels so good.” I defended in a weak voice

“Well then, I guess I should take that as a compliment. But do try and hold out, Little Bro. Or you won’t get to say ‘this was the greatest moment of your life.'” She let out a loud laugh and increased the speed of her handjob, making a groan escape my throat. Another minute of that continued until moving her head forward to plant a soft kiss on my fat cockhead.

Shit! I held back crying out as she placed her tongue on it next to give a nice and slow lick that made me wince as if in pain.

My sister then started swirling her tongue around, covering it in her sticky spit. “I think that’s enough teasing now, don’t you?” She gave a smirk and tucked back some loose strands of her midnight, black hair behind an ear to open wide and take my cock in.

The feeling of her warm and wet mouth covering me almost sent me over the edge, but I held back. Can’t let this end too quick or I’d never forgive myself! That was easier said than done, though as she began moving, making her soft gums and bumpy tongue massage my swollen dick in unison — a perfect marriage, really.

Grabbing onto it, to pop it out of her mouth, she looked up at me. “Doing alright there, Champ?”

I nodded immediately. “G-Great!”

“Cute. Is this your first blowjob?” She grinned.

“W-Was I that obvious?” I winced.

“As a hooker sweating in churche, but like I said, it’s cute.” My sister went back to the BJ right after, this time holding onto my cock with her hand as she sucked. She was a bit more vigorous, bobbing her head back and forth faster. And the fellatio was sloppier, too, causing the saliva already coated on me to dribble from her mouth and lull to the floor in sticky strands. Loud and nasty sounds filled the living room, too.

Wow. This is my first blowjob as she pointed out, but I can tell how good of a cocksucker my sister is.

The pleasure from her blowing me was starting to become too much, so when she started stroking me while stopping to focus her sucking on my engorged tip, there was no way to prevent the orgasm I’d been fighting so hard to keep at bay. My balls tightening, the semen traveled through my shaft and shot out line after line, hitting Crystal in the chin and nose as she hurriedly popped me out of her mouth.

“A warning would’ve been nice.” She looked up at me. “I thought you were a proper lad with etiquette.”

“Sorry! It just felt so good, my mind went blank for a second.” My face was scrunched up in apology. “I hope you’re not too mad.”

A short laugh puffed out of her nose. “How can I get mad when you put it like that? Gotta wash this shit off, though or it’ll crust over like glue.”

“Good idea.” I smiled wryly.

She appeared at the hallway to the right of the room and leaned against the hallway wall as a fierce yawn left her mouth. “As much as I’d love to kick it with you for the rest of the night, I’m liable to pass out if I don’t get some Z’s.”

“No problem. I actually have my college classes in the morning.” I got up and approached so that we stood a few feet apart. “And, um, I have no problem taking you to work tomorrow, or however long you need me to.”

She gave a lopsided smile. “Sorry, Brother. But I don’t plan on making blowing you a regular thing.”

I quickly shook my head. “N-No, that isn’t why.” A sad smile appeared on me and my eyes found the carpeted floor. “I just… I missed us hanging out like we did tonight.”

Some silence passed before she broke it. “If you’re late, I’ll cut your balls off.”

I made eye contact again to see her smiling lazily at me. “I won’t, promise!”

From there, we hung out almost every day for the next week, whether it was just hanging around watching movies or going out to eat. My sister retrieved her car in the time, but still let me drive her to and from work; we didn’t fool around in the time as she made clear, but I was content to just be around her. Right now, I had just picked her up from the strip club and noticed she was agitated by her stiff body language and overall demeanor, less chatty than usual.

“Everything okay, Sis?” I glanced at the side of her face as she blankly stared forward.

“Just peachy. Oh, except my boss is trying to cut on the nights I work. Asshole.” She answered, still not looking my way.

I offered an apologetic smile. “That really sucks. Sorry.”

“Such is life.” She shrugged and leaned forward a bit as she studied the road. “Make a right on Berry Road up here. I need to get something.”

“Oh, sure.” Once near, I took the right lane of the busy road and went on until she directed me to park in the lot of a motel; it had a second row of rooms that was accessed by the staircase on the side.

“It’ll only take a sec.” My sister got out and made her way to the staircase and then entered a room on the far right after knocking.

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Lucas was lying naked on his bed, slowly stroking his cock, as he imagined it was someone else’s hand jacking him off. Like most days, his mom was at work and his sisters were at cheerleading practice. He closed his eyes and pictured Sophia Berkshire, captain of the varsity cheerleading squad, she was about a year younger, but way hotter than any of the girls with whom he had graduated. She’d been best friends with the twins since forever, and had slept over countless times. Lately, the girls’ pajamas had gotten more and more revealing. More often than not, he thought about her creamy skin under satin, or the beautifully budding breasts under her cheerleading uniform. Her long, slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, sliding up and down as her naked breasts swung with the motion. And she would bend down and take him in her mouth. Lucas began cumming, sliding his hand over the head of his cock and using the cum to stroke his orgasm to completion.

That’s as far as his fantasies ever got. He’d never even seen a girl naked in person, much less touched a breast or had a girl show any interest in him sexually. He’d been allowed to date for years, but he never quite managed to ask anyone out, let alone land a girlfriend. As he grabbed a towel and started cleaning up, he heard the door open as Emily and Elisa got home. He’d taken a lot longer than he’d thought. That had been happening a lot lately. He quickly wiped up and threw his clothes on, laying back down on the bed.

“Wake up, dork.”

“You’re always sleeping. It’s not like you do anything.”

Lucas opened his eyes to his sisters standing over him. They were identical twins, and he was one of the few people that could tell them apart. Well, until recently anyway. When they’d turned sixteen, they were allowed to start dating, just like he had been, but in the two years since, they never seemed to have the time. He guessed they wanted some individuality. Emily still wore her dark brown hair long, but now it had layers, which, meant almost nothing except that it looked really good. Elisa had chopped hers off, shocking everyone. It barely reached her shoulders, now, and did this flip out thing at seemingly randomly spots. She was beautiful. They both were, actually. The guys were probably killing each other for the chance to get close, but the girls always focused on school and cheerleading before anything else. Their green eyes, and milky white skin had always gotten them attention, but now their breasts were becoming very obvious under their uniforms.

Realizing that he was getting horny again, and that it was because of his sisters, he forced himself to focus. He shrugged up at them.

“I guess it’s just boredom. I was about to hop on the computer and game a little.” Which was half-true, he was going to look at porn, but never got that far.

“Well, mom called. She’ll be late again, so we’re on our own. If you run to the store, we’ll cook.”. She handed him a slip of paper.

“Sure, sounds better than cereal or frozen pizza.”

It was a little weird that they’d be so eager to help, but not so much so that he thought twice about it. They’d all always gotten along. After their dad left, they all banded together, and made it through the ordeal. The girls just didn’t have the same interests or friends that he did. What few friends he had anyway. They always got along, but they simply never had anything to fight about.

The girls went into the next bedroom, which they still shared, and probably would until they went off the college. Lucas was attending the community college while he worked part-time. He doubted he’d be able to move out anytime soon. As he opened the door to leave, he realized he had forgotten his wallet, and went back to get it. From down the hall, the twins hadn’t bayburt escort closed their door all the way and he could hear them talking.

“We’ve got maybe half an hour, so we can’t get too carried away.” While he could tell them apart by looking at them, Emily and Elisa sounded exactly alike.

“Okay, but, I want to taste it again.”

Are my sisters doing drugs? He thought to himself, creeping down the hallway. As he peeked through the cracked door, his eyes widened, seeing the twins taking off their shirts. Emily leaned in and kissed Elisa on the mouth. He could see their tongues working around each other. His cock immediately began straining against his pants. They worked each others bras off, and at the sight of their milky white breasts he almost exploded in his boxers. Terrified of being caught, he got his wallet and slipped quietly out the door.

All that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d seen, and even got caught staring at the twins’ chests, though they didn’t call him out on it. He jerked off twice that night, picturing his topless sisters making out.

The next day, he got out of class and rushed home to jerk off some more before the girls finished cheer practice. He looked up some twin porn on the internet, but, he barely looked at it, closing his eyes to picture his sisters. He felt somewhat guilty about his thoughts, but couldn’t help himself. They got sexier every time he thought of them.

“We’re on our own again.” Elisa announced, when they got home.

“I gotta drop off some notes with my lab partner, but if you want to repeat last night, I can grab some stuff on the way home.” At that, the girls smiled at each other, and Lucas knew what kind of repeating they were thinking about.

As they went into their room, Lucas opened his window a crack, and popped out the screen. Luckily, they lived on the first floor. He let the door slam behind him. And walked around the building. Making sure no one was looking, he snuck through his window, and replaced the screen. In the hallway, he couldn’t believe his luck, the door was cracked again.

The twins were already topless, and Elisa had her mouth on Emily’s nipple, sucking and licking it while Emily moaned and ran her fingers through Elisa’s hair. Kissing her way down Emily’s smooth, flat stomach, Elisa worked Emily’s skirt and panties off at the same time.

Lucas could barely breathe. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This was so much more than he could have hoped for. He freed his throbbing cock and began stroking it, his eyes fixed on Emily’s beautiful pussy. She was shaved, and her lips were smooth. It was already glistening with her wetness when Elisa began licking all around it, and then dipped her tongue inside her twin sister.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh god. Please! Lick my clit.”.

Elisa obliged, driving her mouth down just above Emily’s dripping pussy, who arched her back and grabbed Elisa’s hair in her fists.

“Oh fuck, fuck, yes, eat me, Ellie. Suck my clit!” Elisa slid her hand inside her skirt and started fingering herself as she worked Emily’s clit. Eagerly, the girls squirmed, any skill or finesse overlooked in the overwhelming urge to feel pleasure.

Lucas braced his hand against the wall as he stroked his cock, his cum surging as his orgasm approached. He realized his error, when Emily looked up at the motion.

“What the fuck! Lucas!” Elisa’s head whipped around and she, too saw her brother, frozen outside her door, hard cock in hand, before he bolted into his room, and locked the door.

Breathing heavily, all thoughts of masturbation fleeing from his mind, he couldn’t even begin to think what the consequences of this might be. A few minutes later, the soft knock he was dreading bilecik escort came at his door.

“Lucas, we need to talk.” He just sat on his bed, not knowing what to do. “It’s not like you can hide in there forever. We need to talk about this before mom gets home tonight, so we might as well get it over with.”

When he opened the door, Lucas saw that his sisters had changed into shorts and t-shirts. He stared at Elisa’s mouth for a moment, seeing that it was still glistening a bit with Emily’s pussy juices.

He backed up and sat at the head of his bed, as his sisters took spots at the other end. He looked down at his knees, waiting for them to say something.

“Okay, so, now what?” Elisa asked.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Are you going to tell mom?”

“I’m not sure she could handle this. How the hell would I even bring this up? I just, I don’t know. You’re sisters!”

“We know that!” Emily was beginning to look worried. “Please, just don’t tell anyone, we were just seeing what it was like. We’re not ready to try anything like that yet with any of the guys we know.”

“Wait a second, what the hell, Lucas.” Elisa’s eyes narrowed. “We heard you leave. What are you even doing here. You’re supposed to be gone.”

“Yeah, well…I lied. I left and I came back in through my window.”

“Why?”

“I was hoping to see…that. Well, not that, but you two kissing, and with no shirts. I saw you yesterday, when I came back for my wallet. But I left after a couple minutes. How, long have you been doing this?”

“How long have you been doing what you were doing?”

“I asked first.”

“Okay, well, we first kissed years ago, just to see what it was like and to practice, but we never did anything more until a couple weeks ago. Your turn.”

“I’ve been doing it for years, it’s pretty normal for guys.”

“How often do you do it?” Emily was leaning forward, her eyes kept dropping to Lucas’ crotch.

“Basically every day, sometimes a couple times.”

“What do you think about?” Emily was very interested now, and Elisa had arched an eyebrow as she looked at her twin.

“Umm, why are we talking about this?”

“Just tell us, we can’t really talk about this stuff with any of the boys we know.” Elisa seemed to picking up on whatever Emily was feeling.

“Girls I know, porn stuff, you know. And, well, after what I saw yesterday-“

“You think about us?”

“It’s not like that, I just, I’ve never seen a naked girl before, and now I’d seen two. You’re my sisters and I know it’s wrong, but you’re both really pretty and I couldn’t really help it.”

“You think we’re pretty?” Elisa asked at the same time Emily said, “I want to see yours.”

Lucas didn’t know which to respond to. Elisa’s widened as she looked questioningly at her sister.

“Well he got to see us, and we’ve never seen a guy naked in person. I didn’t get a good look when he was standing there.”

Elisa shrugged, “I guess fair is fair. Just show us, we won’t say or do anything.”

Lucas was blushing furiously. He had no idea how he should be reacting to this, but his cock was really hard with the way this conversation was going. He sighed as he freed his cock from his pants. It stood straight up as he sat there, and his sisters’ eyes locked onto it.

“Oh my god, it’s so big.”

“Wow, this is better than any picture.”

“It is?”

“Well, it’s not like we have anything to compare it to, but it looks pretty big to me. Show us how you do it.”

“What??”

“Come on, you got to see way more than us just naked. We’re pretty embarrassed about it all, and we’d feel a lot better if we saw you doing it.” Emily was breathing hard, making her breasts swell inside bingöl escort her shirt, in turn making Lucas’ cock throb. Elisa looked questioningly at her sister, but decided to go with it.

“Okay, I guess. But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“How would we do that exactly?”

With that, Lucas wrapped a hand around his cock, and with a huge sigh, began stroking it. He was so hard it was a relief just to be doing something about it. He was staring at his sisters, thinking about how sexy they were, forgetting how bizarre this whole situation was.

“Oh! I know!” Emily was practically jumping up and down.

“What, what’d I do?” Lucas was suddenly nervous again, waiting for them to make fun of him.

“She means she knows what you want to see.” Elisa had decided if she was going to go along with this, she may as well really get into it. She pulled Emily close to her and kissed her on the mouth. Lucas started stroking his cock faster, then slowed, wanting to make the whole crazy experience last.

Elisa pulled her lips away, eyes wide, as though she had discovered something. “Can I touch it?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think we should.” But Elisa had already reached her hand out, and Lucas couldn’t have stopped her even if he wanted to. Next thing he knew, both his sisters were sliding their soft smooth hands all over his cock and balls.

“It’s so hard.”

“And hot. And it’s, like, pulsing. Ellie, do it like he does it.”

Ellie wrapped her hand around Lucas’ cock, and he somehow managed to not blow his load right then. Completely engrossed in jerking off her brother, Elisa barely noticed her sister undressing them both. Emily began to rub her own pussy leaning back to give Lucas a good view. Elisa looked back, “Do me, too, while do this.”

Emily was fingering both herself and her twin sister, who was jerking off their brother. Lucas was miraculously riding the edge of orgasm without going over. Elisa was panting heavily while her hand gripped Lucas’ cock, pumping up and down steadily.

“Oh, oh, faster, Em. Faster.” Emily wasn’t listening. Her hips were bucking into her hand, eyes locked on Lucas’ cock with Elisa’s hand around it, as she fingered her sister. It was too much, and she came with a great shudder.

“Oooooh, fuuuck. Yes, oh god yes.”

Which took Elisa to the edge. Lucas could feel it coming, he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore.

“You’d better stop, or I’m going to-“

Elisa bent down and took the head of his cock in her mouth. He almost jumped away in surprise. Instead, he started shooting streams of hot cum into his sisters warm, wet mouth. He grabbed the sides of her head, thrusting the head of his cock in and out, as he filled her mouth with cum.

“Don’t swallow, don’t swallow it!”. Emily had gotten on her knees next to Elisa to get a close up of what was happening.

As he finished cumming, Lucas pulled the sensitive head of his cock out of Elisa’s mouth.

“Let me taste it.”

Then, Lucas witnessed the most amazing thing he had ever seen in his entire life. His sexy twin sisters started kissing, Elisa pushing his cum into Emily’s mouth. As their tongues danced between their eager lips, cum was dribbling from the corners of their mouths and down their chins. They separated their mouths and began licking each others faces clean. Lucas could only watch in awe.

Emily and Elisa looked at him then, blushing.

“I guess we got a little carried away.”

“Oh my god, Lucas, I don’t know what happened, I just couldn’t stop myself. I just wanted to see what it would be like in my mouth. I know girls do that.”

Lucas couldn’t believe it, it sounded like they were apologizing. “That was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. And after watching you two, was the sexiest thing I have ever seen!”

This made the twins smile. “Really?”

“You think we’re sexy?”

“God, yes. I just can’t believe this just happened.”

Their big smiles looked even better to Lucas, knowing those lips had just been covered in his cum.

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Julie really shouldn’t have been snooping around in her little brother’s bedroom. She genuinely felt bad doing it. Hoped that she wouldn’t find what she was looking for in there but deep down, in the pit of her stomach she knew she would.

She was looking for her sluttiest pair of knickers. She hadn’t been able to find them in her room and somehow had this sixth sense that she would find them in Paul’s. She couldn’t put her finger on why that was but nonetheless with their parents on a two week vacation and Paul out that afternoon at one of his college lectures 21 year old, blonde hairdresser Julie decided to investigate. She knew they had been on top of her knicker drawer just before that weekend but that Monday morning they were no where to be found and she was puzzled.

18 year old Paul was not a tidy boy, his room a wasteland of boxes, magazines and all sorts of junk. Julie carefully stepped over it and approached his built in wardrobe. She swept his hanging up clothes aside and peered down at a cardboard box in the back corner of the wardrobe. It was heavy so she got down on her hands and knees and dragged it out into the light. On top was a large encyclopaedia but underneath were every one of her younger brother’s dirty little secrets.

Top of the pile were Julie’s panties. They were crumpled up and had a stain in them. Julie gave it a cursory sniff to confirm what she suspected – it smelled of cum, the kinky little bastard had been jerking off with her knickers! But her fury quickly subsided when she noticed what was below her under garments. Facing her was the glossy cover of a magazine called “PAIN SLUTS” that featured a picture of a girl tied up and being whipped. Stunned Julie picked up the magazine to find a host of others below, there were more BDSM ones, there were ones dedicated to pissing and scat, there were gang bang magazines and just straight highly explicit pornography.

“The filthy little pervert” she hissed as she flicked through the magazines, amazed by the depravity on show in them.

The strange thing to her was the effect the pictures were having on her. She was aroused! She was getting wet just looking at the hardcore pornography! She had never come across stuff like this, had never even considered it’s existence and now to be on her knees here leafing through it in her little brothers room like this was getting turned on! It was intensely confusing to her but rather than stop she kept on looking. And under the pile of magazines were DVD’s each with covers that suggested adult action of a similar nature to that which was on display in the magazines. Julie felt flushed as she scanned the titles and covers, she knew it was wrong but she really wanted to watch these. But then before she could make a decision on that there were some last items in this box – sex toys! There was a really thin vibrator, an orange ball gag and a pair of hand cuffs!

She glanced at the digital clock next to Paul’s bed, it was just after three in the afternoon, he wouldn’t be back for at least two hours, she had the place to herself…

*

Ten minutes (most of which she had spent second guessing herself) Julie found herself on her knees and inserting a DVD entitled “SLAP MY BITCH UP” into the player in her brothers bedroom. She would be lying to herself if she claimed she didn’t know what to expect the box art and description were clear enough. She knew this was wrong and that she should not be doing it but she was under a strange compulsion and could not find the will power to stop herself and pressed play on the remote control and rocked back to see what unfolded.

The first person on screen after the various menus was a disgusting looking man. He was a shaven headed fat bastard with tattoos all over his arms and torso which were on full display. Every second word he spoke was either a curse or a derogatory name for a woman. He called them bitches, sluts, whores, cunts, everything, the full gamut of insults as he walked through a warehouse until he came to a metal container. He opened it to reveal a dark haired beauty, tied up and gagged in the dark. Just the sight of her gave Julie a jolt and now there was no denying it, her pussy was wet watching this.

The man verbally barracked the model before manhandling her out of the container and dumping her on a wooden pallet. He called her a piece of shit and basically treated exactly like that. Watching, Julie tried to keep telling herself it was just a porno and that both people on screen were just actors but she was becoming increasingly lost in her fantasies and her hand was reaching down and under her skirt and surreptitiously touching herself through her panties.

He started slapping the girl, then choking her, then sticking his fingers in her mouth before spitting on her. He turned her around and spanked the hell out of her ass, pulling her hair all the time. Then he dropped his own trousers, revealing his thugs cock. It was so degrading and disgusting but Julie could not adana escort take her eyes off the action, it was incredible to think that Paul liked to watch this filth! Julie was transfixed by the sight of a hard cock on screen, she had had a few lovers but this was not that this was disgusting, perverse and brutal. The man mockingly slapped the girl about her face with his dick then used it like a toothbrush in her mouth so that her cheeks bulged. Her make up was running by this point and she cut a garish figure, her eyes watering as she as treated like this.

He fucked her face like it was her cunt, hard and fast and when he came he sprayed his cum all over her features, coating her face and especially her eyes with his seed. But that wasn’t the end, after she had wiped it off and licked it from her own fingers she had to lick his arsehole. This was something Julie had never contemplated happening in her life, it was so rude, so disgusting and why was it turning her on even more?!?

The film ended with the actress laughing and joking with the guy to show it had all been an act, but Julie didn’t even notice that, she was too far gone, her fingers were now in her panties and she was frigging herself off lost in her own fantasies. She didn’t even notice as the DVD moved onto the next scene with a blonde on her knees surrounded by multiple cocks and within seconds they all started to piss on her.

And that was what Paul walked in on. His big sister wanking off, with his extreme porn scattered across his bedroom floor while watching hardcore degrading porn!

Paul’s final class of the day had been cancelled and he had caught an early bus home in the hope of getting some food in him before heading out to the cinema as there was a film on with some celebrity slut that got her tits out in it. He had let himself in the house and wandered up to his room and only when he was outside did he hear noises from inside, peering in he saw Julie first and then his TV showing the scene from one of his porno’s. His immediate thought was one of panic, his big sister had found his dirty secret, how would he talk his way out of this? Only then did his mind fully grasp what Julie was doing.

She was too far gone to control herself, she grabbed the dildo from his stuff and started to suck on it just the porn actresses did as she came to squealing climax. Paul was hard watching this, he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t help it. Julie folded forward, exhausted just as he stepped into the room announcing.

“You do know I use that on my ass Sis, don’t you?”

Julie nearly jumped out of her clothes at the fright she got. She did not have a clue that Paul was there and immediately she was over the shock she suddenly realised what her brother had just said and seen. Almost comically she spat out the dildo and threw it down, spitting out whatever she was tasting in her mouth. She fumbled for the TV remote control but rather than stopping it she only succeeded in pausing the DVD on a crystal clear still of the blonde slut with her mouth open as two streams of yellow piss cascaded into her mouth.

Julie pulled her skirt down and fumbled for the words to chastise her little brother with but she was so flustered and embarrassed at having been caught out she made next to no sense.

Paul realised this and stepped into his room taking complete control of the situation.

“What are you doing in here anyway? No, don’t bother answering, I know anyway I saw you, You wanted into my stash of porn didn’t you? Don’t deny it! I saw you. You were masturbating to that. I saw you. God I never had my own sister down as dirty slut!”

He felt so good speaking to his older sister like this. Now he was turned on and he had an unmistakable tenting at the crotch of his trousers, something Julie noticed and stared at.

“You liked it didn’t you? Tell me. Come on tell me what you liked? Was it the girls being slapped? Being choked? Called all those nasty names? Being fucked in the ass/ Come on is what was it? Or was it just women being treated like piece of shit whores that you got off on?”

Julie was a rabbit in the headlights of his questions and she still struggled to form a reasonable answer.

“I-I well, I , er….”

“Did you like it?!”

“Yes! I liked it! I got off on it! There are you satisfied now!”

“Why did you like it? Because that’s secretly how you want to be treated. Don’t deny it sis, I can see it in your eyes. Most normal girls would have been repulsed by looking at this stuff. Disgusted, even. But not you, oh no, you sat down there and watched it and wanked even though you knew I could come back at any time and find you. In fact I bet that’s just what you wanted to happen isn’t it?”

Julie shook her head denying the accusations but deep down she wondered if he was right, if she had wanted this confrontation to happen, She turned her head away and he was standing so close now that her head brushed against the ankara escort stiff ridge in her brothers trousers and she felt it pulse at the movement. She looked up into his eyes and knew at that moment she wanted to act out what she had just watched on the DVD and seen in the magazines, knew it was wrong on so many levels but also that she wanted to do it, her body betraying her for its basest desires. In a faltering, whispering voice she whispered.

“I liked it because I want to be treated like that….”

There, it was out and Paul grinned like a maniac. He had the most perverted, darkest desires and had sated them up to now through his growing addiction to hardcore porn and sick fantasies and here he was presented with the opportunity to live out those fantasies on a very sexy, submissive babe. That said babe was his older sister did not really matter to him now he was no longer able to contain his base personality.

“Oh you do, do you? Well in that case take these (he flung her slutty knickers at her) and go through to mum and dad’s bedroom and have them and nothing else on when I come through. Oh actually you can put these on too, behind your back.”

Then he tossed his handcuffs to her. Julie knelt there on the cusp of making a huge decision. She had already voiced her hidden desire but did her body have the courage to follow it through? She looked up at her brother, her eyes wide and helpless, then slowly she dropped her eyes, nodded obediently and took the panties and handcuffs and got up and walked into their parent’s room. She closed the curtains and stopped to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t meet her own eyes for long. She knew this was badly wrong and that she could still end this before it went past the point of no return. But she was aroused in a way she had never felt before, soaking wet and deep down she did not want to stop this. She stripped off her jeans and her shirt and bra and then pulled off her knickers before nervously stepping into her stained knickers, pulling them up and staring at her reflection.

God if Paul was hard before when he saw her now he would probably shoot his load. The blonde stood there, her figure a perfect size 8, nice firm breasts and the tiny red and black frilly panties just barely covering her neatly shaved pussy. Gulping nervously she picked up the cuffs and snapped one on her left wrist then, as if fearing her nerve would not hold, she quickly put it behind her back and managed to get her right wrist into the other side and snapped the lock home. Oh god what had she just done? She gave an involuntary shiver and meekly walked to the side of the double bed in her parent’s room and dropped onto her knees and waited.

In his room Paul had to fight off the urge to have a wank. He was so fucking horny, but he did not want to waste this so he somehow kept his hands to himself as he delved into his wardrobe for a couple of other items that he wanted to use.

Three minutes after Julie had adopted her position on her knees Paul entered the room. He was carrying in one hand his video camera and in the other a couple of items that he dropped to the ground where Julie could not see them. She wasn’t bothered by that she was too taken up with concern that he was filming this!

“No Paul, don’t tape it! I never…”

SLAP!

He slapped Julie right across her cheek before snapping at her.

“Shut your fucking mouth whore! You don’t decide anything, I’ll do what I fucking want understand /And I want to be able to replay this afternoon time and time again in the future!”

It was all part of the act Julie told herself, he was just acting like that for the film. She wanted to put her hand to her cheek and soothe it and was regretting handcuffing herself now.

“You look good like that Sis. On your knees with your slutty tits on display. What are they 36 inches?”

He squeezed one with his free hand and she winced and nodded to his question. This was so demeaning to her.

“Good.. Nice tits they are, I’ll have a taste of them later. Like I said you look like belong down there but there’s a couple of things I’ll change yet. Don’t go anywhere.”

He set down the camera and checked the angle to make sure Julie was in the centre of the picture then picked up what he had dropped. The first item was an old dog collar. They had had a pet dog a couple of years ago, this was one of his old ones, it still carried his scent. Julie looked at it in disgust then horror as Paul approached her and wrapped it around her neck and tightened it in place, then he clipped the leash to a hoop on the collar.

“There you go bitches need to be collared don’t they? And I think you need a new name too. I think I’ll call you slut from now on. Now how will I remember that?”

He was playing up to his camera and he did so again as he picked up the large black marker pen from the ground and used it to write the word “SLUT” in large letters on the adıyaman escort dumb blonde’s forehead!

Paul twisted his sisters head so she could read (albeit backwards) what now adorned her forehead. The blonde was stunned and looked at him and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Oh Paul, you can’t, I…”

Another dismissive slap to her cheek shut Julie’s response off.

“Shut up slut, you asked for this, you wanted this and I dare say if I felt in those sexy panties of yours I’ll discover it’s turning you on, isn’t it? Oh I bet it is. Anyway you’re a bad slut and I need to put you right as to your role in life so get over here and lay across my lap once I’ve undressed.”

Julie stared at her brother as he pulled off his shirt, then his jeans and socks then stepped out of his trousers to reveal a large, stiff, throbbing purple headed beast of a cock. Unconsciously she licked her lips. She had never dreamed he was hung like that. Her day dreaming did not please Paul however. He came towards her until his dick poked her in the eye and grabbed her leash and dragged her crawling over towards him then pulled at the collar once again to get her up before bending her over his lap so that his cock pressed into her soft stomach. Once he got her in position he spanked the hell out of her soft, pert ass cheeks, turning them beet red in no time at all and then keeping going.

Each blow stung and humiliated Julie but to her amazement it was turning her on even more, she could feel the moisture seeping into her panties. Finally he stopped his chastisement and he bent down to hiss in her ear.

“When I let you up slut you will thank me nice and loudly so the camera hears it, understand?”

She nodded and as he pushed her unceremoniously back down to her knees she said.

“Thank you…. Master.”

That brought a smirk to his face and he went and got the still recording camera and came over to stand over his kneeling sister his cock just inches from her face. He got a perfect POV shot of her face, besmirched as it was with the foul word across her head and he started to slap each side of her face, getting progressively harder with each slap.

“Do you like that Slut? Do you? Me slapping my own sister about. And you deserve it, don’t you slut? You deserve to be treated like that because you’re nothing but a piece of shit whore, aren’t you?”

Julie took the abuse and nodded.

“What’s that Slut? Do you want me to stop slapping you with my hand? Is that it?”

“Y-Yes, please stop slapping me with your hand.”

“Ok, I’ve got something else I want to slap you with anyway.”

And with that he put his free hand around the base of his large cock and started to slap his sister’s face with it as he filmed in close up. His penis was slick and sticky and after just a few slaps so were Julie’s cheeks. He bounced the tip of his cock against her chin and even stepped forward so that he could rub his heavy ball sack on her nose. Julie hated herself for it but she had never been quite so aroused and turned on in her life, being treated like this was an amazing feeling.

“You want to taste it, don’t you slut? Come on, tell me how much you want it in your slutty mouth! Tell me!”

“Yes! I want it! I want to taste it! Please let me suck your beautiful big cock!”

It was like a tap being released for Julie to shout this to him. And with her mouth open wide it was the perfect target for him to ram his full length into her oral cavity, filling it instantly, jabbing the tip of hid dick into the entrance to her throat, having his balls squashed up against her chin. He looked down at her and was overcome himself – what an amazing sight it presented. Being balls deep in the mouth of his blonde sister, with SLUT written across her forehead. He reached down and held her nose shut and got an even bigger kick from the look of surprise and worry in her eyes.

He held her like that for half a minute, finally pulling out his dick and releasing his nostril hold in one go and Julie bent forward gasping as thick trails of pre Cum and saliva mixed and fell from her mouth.

But for all the discomfort Julie was desperate to have Paul’s dick shoved roughly back in her mouth she felt so cheap and nasty and it was so fucking intense.

“You want it again Slut? Come on beg me for it, beg to suck my dick!”

“Please Master, please fuck my face again, please, I want it so badly!”

He slapped his even messier cock across her face once again then carefully spat on her so that his saliva splattered on the bridge of his sister’s nose and slowly streamed down both sides.

“Well tough luck cunt! You want some more of my dick you’re going to have to earn it, your going to do some real ass kissing to get it in your mouth again!”

Julie didn’t really pick up on the significance of his comment she was still shocked he had spat on her and how that act had sent another thrill straight through her.

“I saw you sucking my dildo earlier and like I said I use that on myself, stick it up my own arse, bit of prostate play. And I saw your face slut, you were getting off on it so you must like the taste of my ass well it’s your lucky day bitch, you want my cock? All you have to do to get it is kiss and lick my asshole!”

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This was going to be a boring weekend. My parents were gone for the weekend and my sister was out partying. I was sitting on the couch watching TV on a Friday night. I must have fell asleep because I heard the front door open and I woke up. My twenty-one year old sister, Jen, had gotten home.

“Hey little brother!” She said to me. Jen then headed back to her bedroom. I heard a loud thud moments later. I figured I better go back and check on my sister. Sure enough she was lying face down on her bed passed out. I thought I better turn her over onto her back in case she got sick.

As I flipped her over I looked hard at Jen. She wasn’t the most attractive girl around. She was a little heavy from all that drinking. She had a little belly on her. She did have big tits and she sure liked to show them off. Most of my friends commented on her tits all the time. I started to pull off her clothes so I could put her into bed properly.

I had a hard time getting her shirt and bra off as well as her pants and underwear. I finally got her naked. I was going to throw the covers over her, but I stopped. I took a good look as my sis. There she was naked and I was so horny that night. I hadn’t been out on a date in weeks. I had a wild idea and I started to shed my clothes as well.

My dick was already half hard. I started to stroke my seven inches as I observed my sister. She hadn’t made a move. She was barely breathing from the looks of things. I climbed up onto the bed. I pulled Jen’s legs apart and got in between them. I figured I might as well have some fun with her. I began to rub my cock head all over her wet pussy. After a few minutes of that I slid the fat part of my cock across her folds.

I must have gotten carried away because my dick momentarily slid into my sister’s pussy. She still hadn’t made a move yet. I held my dick in place until I thought this through. I eventually figured she wouldn’t know a thing. I started to feed her my dick. I know I was fucking a woman who was passed out, but I didn’t care by now. I was a horny eighteen year guy stuck in the house for the weekend.

I drove my cock in as deep as I could, but Jen barely made a move. I did see her eyes barely open up. “Is that you Bobby?” She asked me.

“Shhhh,” I said quietly. She seemed to pass back out and balıkesir escort I kept up my fucking. I must have gone fifteen minutes or so when I felt I was getting close to cumming. I knew I should pull out, but my sister deserved this. She was good at treating me badly and I was always bailing her out. Especially when she came home drunk from a party.

I slid my dick in all the way and then I exploded inside my sister’s pussy. My big sacs hit her ass as I blew my sticky load deep into your pussy. I knew it was wrong, but I just didn’t care any longer.

I must have had a big load in me because I seemed to squirt a long time. When I finally pulled out I watched as my cum dripped out from my sister’s hole. I got off the bed and pulled the covers over her.

The next morning I was up eating a bowl of cereal. Jen came out of her bedroom with her bathrobe on. She had a confused look on her face. “Good morning sis,” I told her. “How did I get into bed last night?” She asked me.

“I helped you take your clothes off and helped you into bed,” I told her. Jen came over to me and gave me a hug.

“You are so good to me Bobby,” She said.

I just looked at her and said, “You should be more careful Jen, letting a guy cum in you like that.” Jen’s face got all red and she stormed back into her bedroom.

I figured I better blame last night’s sex on someone else for now. Jen certainly didn’t know any better. A little while later I was watching the tube again. Jen came out and sat next to me. I think she bought my explanation of what happened to her. She put her arm around my neck and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for last night again, I was so messed up I didn’t remember a thing.”

I turned my face to her and kissed her directly on the lips. She seemed a bit shocked and pulled away from me. “We shouldn’t, Bobby.”

“Why not?” I asked her. “You let some guy cum in you and you can’t remember who it was.” I could see she was getting mad at me, but I didn’t care. I put my hand between her legs. Jen’s eyes grew big. I rubbed my fingers against her crotch. I could tell Jen was horny still. She always seemed to need it according to what guys told me.

This was my turn now, I figured. I brought my other hand to the bathrobe and I bartın escort pulled it to one side. I could see one of her big tits and I latched onto it. “We really shouldn’t do this,” Jen said, but it was a weak response.

I could tell she was melting now. I had her in my power. I pushed a finger up into her pussy. Jen must have washed up because I didn’t feel my cum inside her any longer.

Jen was letting me do whatever I wanted by this time. I then stood up and undid my pants and pulled my shorts down as well. My cock was hanging down directly in front of Jen’s face. I looked down at her and she knew exactly what I wanted.

“Go ahead, suck it,” I told her. Very slowly Jen reached out and took my dick in her hand. She then brought it up and surrounded my head with her lips.

Fuck, did that feel good! I reached out and put my hand on the back of her head. I guided her into sucking my pole. And suck it she did. Jen just went wild on my dick and I pushed my cock deep down her throat.

She started to gag, but I didn’t care. We were going to do things my way from here on. I let Jen suck my cock for a few minutes and then I pulled out. My sister had a confused look on her face. I wasn’t about to blow my load that way.

I reached out and pulled the bathrobe away. I could tell Jen was really excited by this time. Her nips were hard pebbles and her pussy looked wet. I had to have her now.

I pushed my sister onto her back. “No Bobby, this is wrong.” I had already fucked her once, what was one more time? I spread her legs apart and crawled in between them.

Jen had this wild look on her face. She wanted my cock, but she knew this was so wrong. I would change all that shortly. I took hold of my cock and brought it to her folds. I moved my hips forward and shoved it into my sister.

She let out a small scream as I gave her my rod. I went right to fucking her fast and hard. I took hold of her legs and pushed them against her big titties. Then I stretched my legs out and fed her my fuck tool.

Jen lost whatever reservations she had before. I could feel her muscles working around my dick. She was milking me and pulling me into her pussy. I just wanted to punish her and pay her back for all those times she had made fun of me. She batman escort was going to remember this day for a long time. I would pull my dick out just leaving the head inside you. I would look down at my sister’s face. I wanted her to beg for it.

“God Bobby, don’t pull out!”

“So you want my cock after all, sister?” I was almost screaming at her. Jen nodded yes like a little girl and I fed her the whole length of my shaft. I fucked her like a wild animal might do in heat.

“Please pull out before you cum,” my sister pleaded with me. I wasn’t going to do any such thing. I had already unloaded in her last night. What was one more time?

The moment came and I could feel my seed rising up to the tip of my dick. I slammed into Jen a few more times and then exploded. As soon as Jen felt my cum her eyes got big. “Pull out!” She yelled at me. It was too late.

I filled my sister with a hot, sticky load of my love seed. My sister might have pleaded with me to pull out, but her pussy said otherwise. Her muscles were clamped hard around me taking my love offering.

Jen wanted my cum she just couldn’t bring herself to admit it. We kept fucking like that until I got soft. I slowly pulled out and watched my cum dripping out once more. Then Jen began to sob. “That was so wrong,” she said to me.

“You wanted that as badly as I did,” I told her. Jen didn’t disagree with me, but she continued to sob still. “How many times have you let a guy cum in you?” I asked her.

“Once or twice, I think” I was sure it was a lot more than that. She was upset because her brother just blew a load into her greedy pussy.

Jen went back to clean up and I didn’t see her for some time. I eventually went back to her bedroom. Jen was lying there as if she was in a daze. She looked at me and then spoke. “I really did enjoy that, Bobby.”

I sat down on the bed next to her. “Let’s become lovers,” I told her. “No one has to know.” That was the start of Jen and I fucking each other. The rest of the weekend was more of the same. Jen rode my cock and I fucked her doggy style. To be honest, my sister is a real cock whore. She just can’t get enough.

My parents are back now from their travels. Jen and I have to be more discrete. I sometimes sneak into her bedroom late at night and let her suck me off. Whenever my parents leave the house we are doing it.

Jen is a bit worried because we aren’t using any protection. I know I should have, but I love the feel of my bare cock deep in my sister’s pussy. Time will tell how things work out. For now, I am fucking my big titted sister.

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“Come on, are you going to cum?”

Jesus christ. I had just spent thirty minutes licking my wife Beth, and she’s giving me hell when it hasn’t even been ten minutes of us having sex? Shit, if she maybe would turn over and let me have some bunny time, I’d be a little quicker.

“Yea…I’m getting there.”

After 20 years of marriage, the same pattern continues. I get bossed around, told harder, higher, stop, spending whatever time is needed to give you a great oral orgasm. Because Beth doesn’t want me masturbating her, and she can’t cum during sex. No big deal. I love it. Well, I figured I better say something to keep her quiet.

“Oh…it feels good.”

My turn comes, and it is sex on her back with a timer. Lord help me if I ask Beth to turn over. I’d get ten tons of grief, telling me how degrading it is to women. It can’t be any less degrading than a man lying between your legs and licking your vagina like a popsicle. I kept up my talk, trying to distract her.

“Oh, you are so sexy…”

Oh, do I dare? I run my hands along the back of her thighs. Just thinking about it makes me throb in her wet, loose vagina. The vagina that was never the same after giving birth. One out of every ten times it is tolerated. If that.

Fuck, why not? We are on vacation. Just maybe. I slide my fingers a little closer, holding her bottom open. Beth’s eyes are closed, head turned, showing no indication of concern. Her womanly tits are hanging to the side of her chest, never having fully recovered from nursing years ago. I do love how her areolas did double in size,though.

I can feel the prickly hairs that surround it. Still not a word from her. Slowly. Gently. If she just let me, then my orgasm would be hard and immediate. I lift my finger. I press. I found her poop hole. Oh christ, her body jerked away. It was a bad move.

“What the fuck! Don’t touch me there! How many times do I have to tell you it doesn’t make me feel comfortable. Play with your own asshole! Leave mine alone! God you are so fucking selfish!”

Beth was practically screaming at me as she rolled over on her side, whipping my penis out of her vagina. Fuck, it was just as well. It is so hard to cum inside of her these days, loose and unresponsive. Unimaginative. Uninterested. Her voice was no longer yelling, but the anger and tone was perfectly audible.

“You just jerk off thinking of some other girls poop hole.”

With that, Beth snuggled up to her pillow and left me on my back, naked and erect. Fuck her. She came, I will too. I got up, went to the bathroom, and grabbed her face cream. It was the softest lotion we had. I quietly got back into bed, lubed up, and made myself cum in about three minutes.

As my body jerked, releasing myself onto my stomach, I moaned loud. Beth sensed that I was done, perhaps surprised at my speed. Maybe if she put forth the effort, I’d be equally as quick with her. She let out one final directive.

“I don’t want to find a wet spot on my side.”

I reached to the side of the bed and picked up her panties that I removed earlier Giving them a brief sniff, I wiped myself clean. One way or another, I was going to cum on her.

I woke up the next morning to Beth knocking on the adjoining door to our hotel room. Our daughter Sarah was tagging along, joining Beth and I in Florida for a late Winter vacation. Beth was a speech pathologist and had a conference in Sarasota. Only because it was Florida did Sarah agree to go. Or maybe is was because she got to skip school. And, with Sarah going, we decided we could make it a fun family trip.

“Sarah. Come on. Wake up! We are going to eat.”

Well, I guess we were going to eat. Beth, it seemed, decided she could not make it a fun family trip. It was Monday, the first day of her conference, and we had spent the last two arguing about sunscreen, beach time, bathing suits, when to get up, when to go to bed, all in front of our high school daughter. It was her senior year and I could tell she could not wait for college.

And who could blame her with a mom that hounded her day and night about grades, boys, curfews, rides, calling, texting, posts, and every other way a mom can keep tabs on a daughter. If Beth wasn’t careful, this would be one of the last family vacations. Sarah would be going to Northwestern and might never come back. I wish I was so lucky.

“Alright…I’m up…”

Sarah yelled from the other side of the door, clearly still in bed. Who could blame her. It was only 8:00am. Just because Beth had to get up, she expected everyone else to get up. That was life with her. I got the message and hopped into the shower, giving her a light kiss that was smoothly rebuffed. How were we going to last 5 more days in this hotel room?

I got out of the shower and walked into the room wearing a towel. Beth was getting herself ready, dressed perhaps a bit more like a hot secretary than a boring woman who works in the school district. She always had to be the best dressed, best looking woman in the room. I guess that was why I married her.

“Seriously? My face cream?”

Beth afyon escort had confiscated the bottle that I used last night. Part of me cared, part of me did not.

“Well…I…”

Beth cut me off.

“Spare me.”

With a final look in the mirror, Beth opened Sarah’s door, yelling.

“I’m getting a table. Meet me downstairs, 10 minutes, no later.”

With that, Beth grabbed her bag, adjusted her outfit, and walked out of the room.

Sarah’s room was dark. Her shades were still shut tight, and the only light was from the half open bathroom door. I could hear the shower running. My mind paused, wondering how my current, devious thought passed through the filter of acceptable thoughts. Usually, bad ideas were instantly identified and crushed. This idea lingered longer than it should.

“I wonder what she looks like naked…”

What was it, 5 years ago, when she was maybe 13 that I last saw her completely nude. Walking from the shower to her bedroom, mortified as she saw me standing in my bedroom looking for my wallet. She ran to her room, desperate to hide.

Since then, she was all towels. I must say, Sarah had no shyness about wearing them around the house, looking for fresh clothes in the basement, or lounging upstairs as she deliberated on what to wear. I was used to her wet hair, exposed legs, and seductive attire. But, the total package had been out of sight for some time.

Finding myself by her bathroom door was surprisingly erotic. I was aroused, about to spy on a woman, a young girl, naked and wet. She was my daughter, but my sexual fantasies had been fairly crushed during the last 20 years of marriage. Here was one thrown in my lap. I was going to act on it.

God, there she was, behind the clear glass, completely naked. I instinctively opened my towel and massaged my erection. Her breasts were young and large, exposed and unhindered by the confining clothes or bathing suits that her mother would allow.

Sarah had the breasts of a full grown woman on her 18 year old body. They were almost in the shape of a banana, swopping forward with a gradual curve. Her breasts were as wide as they were long, topped with a bulbous nipple that had it’s own well defined form. The bulk of a football. They were fantastic.

Her bottom was round and equally developed, a beautiful match for her chest. Similar to her mom, Sarah had dimples at the bottom of her back above a heart shaped butt, hips well defined and with a seductive curve. Her butt cheeks were firm and round, providing a well defined crease along her thighs, joining together along the center and hiding any treasures beneath.

Sarah turned to face me. Her deep blue eyes were open, staring into space. The face of a 14 year old, young and fresh. Lips that were full, skin that was blemish and wrinkle free, a soft pale white flesh, eyebrows that were dark and thin. Eyebrows that made it clear she had reached puberty even though the rest of her face said otherwise.

The sway of her breasts made it difficult to pull my eyes from them, watching the large areolas, almost being hypnotized by them. But the large, heavy bush that was just below Sarah’s flat, bleached white skin could not be resisted. It was the bush of innocence.

Her mom had not let her shave, and apparently, did not let her trim. Sarah stood proud with her large, heavy bush dripping with water. It was her first bush, the pubic hair that grew from the small sprouts of a tender girl and remained, unbothered, during her journey to womanhood.

Suddenly, the water stopped. My trance was broken. Sarah had stopped her shower and was leaning back, pushing the water out of her hair. I backed away quickly, moving to my room with a raging erection, and sat on the bed. My mind was a blank.

Sarah came walking by the door, in her towel, and saw me sitting. She gave me a friendly morning smile.

“Hi dad. I’ll be ready in just a sec.”

She grabbed her clothes, walked back to the bathroom, and left the door open. I could hear her rustling, wanted to go back and watch. To relieve my hardness. But, it was too risky. I found my own clothes, dressed, and waited. When she arrived a few minutes later, hair dry and beautiful, I had settled down. We walked out to find Beth.

Sitting at the table, I was having a hard time focussing. Sarah had on her usual T Shirt and Jeans outfit. I was amazed how small her chest looked, how well her bra seemed to conceal her swollen breasts. She and her mom spent the breakfast talking. More like Sarah listening, being told how long she could go to the beach, the sunscreen to use, the stay with dad lecture.

Sarah listened better than I could have. Maybe she just didn’t listen at all. However she did it, we made it through breakfast. Beth stood up, smiling, telling us she’d be back before dinner and would meet us in the rooms. With her coolness mostly gone, she bent down and gave me a loving kiss. I stared at her butt as she left, recognizing it from the smaller version that I just watched shower this morning.

“Dad, aydın escort can we go to the beach now?”

I wasn’t completely out of it this morning.

“Didn’t mom say not until after lunch?”

Sarah rolled her eyes.

“I’m not going to tell. Are you? Come on, please?”

Sarah knew she didn’t have to ask or plead. It was our little game, figuring out ways to avoid the little rules that Beth put out – for both of us. We had an unwritten pact, passing smiles between us often when her mom wasn’t looking. Beth would hand out directions and Sarah and I would smile, deciding if we should or should not follow them.

“Alright, fine. Let’s just get our towels and suits, and then we can go.”

Sarah looked at me with a wondering look. I waited for the question that was coming.

“Dad, can I have $40? I want to buy a suit I saw in the shops.”

That was definitely mom territory. I was not a part of buying clothes for Sarah. But, her eyes forced the usual “yes” right out of me. I gave her the money, happy to generate the beaming smile that radiated from her face.

“Thanks dad.”

With a hug, she almost skipped away. Excited for the mom free day.

I slipped on my suit, grabbed a towel and did the same for Sarah. I figured I better grab her suit also in case she didn’t get the one she liked. It sure was a heavy one piece, thick, and did everything a mom would hope it would do. Hid her pubic area with an almost boy shorts type of bottom and crushed her breasts with a heavy foam padding behind the dark blue material. I picked up the beach bag that doubled as a cooler, still loaded with drinks and snacks, and left the room.

I found Sarah in the lobby without a bag. Apparently she had not found a suit, but I had to say, her chest seemed larger and free.

“No suit?”

She gave me the “you idiot” look that teenagers come by naturally.

“Yeah, I got it. I just put it on already.”

Well, that was that. She was all set. We got into the convertible mustang that we rented and Sarah drove, despite not being on the agreement. Another secret between us, one her mother would certainly not approve of. Sarah sped through traffic, aggressive, blond hair whipping around her face.

It was off season, and a Monday, so the parking lot at the beach preserve was fairly empty. The sun was hot and bright, shining in the clear blue sky. We both strolled through the path in our flip flops, Sarah leading the way. There were a handful of people at the entrance, all well over 40, and it was not her type of crowd. Sarah turned and we started walking up the beach.

“I’ve got some sunscreen if you want it now.”

It was second nature for me to offer it, having been trained dutifully by her mom.

“No, I’m not going to use it today.”

Oh shit. One more secret. They were starting to pile up.

“Well, don’t burn. Mom will be pretty mad.”

It was my usual reminder.

“Well, mom sounded pretty mad last night…dad…”

She turned and smiled. My eyes bulged.

“What…when was she mad…”

Sarah raised her eyebrows, smiling, knowing that I was trying to pretend nothing happened.

“I think it was when you tried to…

Fuck. She had heard everything!

“OK! OK! Forget I asked!”

Sarah was laughing to herself, almost happy that someone other than herself was the source of mom’s anger. She was even a little sympathetic.

“Poor dad…”

Well, if Sarah had caught me spying this morning, she might have thought otherwise.

“Hmph. If you only knew…”

Sarah clearly having fun toying with me.

“The door was locked, so I’m not sure, but it sounded like…”

Time for a new subject.

“Alright! I got it!”

Apparently Sarah was trying to do a little spying of her own last night. I’d have to make a mental note to not get adjoining rooms next time.

“Why did you guys lock the door…huh????”

I shook my head, smiling.

“Well, we didn’t want to get robbed…”

Sarah giggled.

“Too bad I didn’t have the extra key to see why mom got mad…”

I chuckled.

“Well, that probably would not have improved her mood…I’d advise against it…”

Sarah grinned.

“I’ll be sneaky then…alright?”

I gave her my best annoyed smile, forcing myself to sound disapproving.

“Well, I don’t think so, honey…”

We had been bantering for about five minutes and it seemed we were a good distance from the elders. Sarah honed in on a spot just out of eyeshot, right after a slight curve in the beach where the sea oats separated to form a small inlet of sand. It was cozy, just what Sarah was hoping for. She marched up to it, put down her towel and looked around. Our privacy was confirmed.

“So…dad, remember, no telling mom about my new suit.”

She stood there, looking at me, waiting for final confirmation before revealing it. This was the second reminder. Apparently it was rated an obvious MSN – Mom Says No. One of many. I merely shrugged.

“Yea, alright. Got ağrı escort it.”

I was arranging my own towel, getting myself squared away with Sarah just to my right. I was now becoming curious, slightly aroused as she untucked her shirt, letting it hang over her waste. Kicking off her flip flops, Sarah gave me a wry smile as she unsnapped her pants. Sarah wriggled her bottom, squatting, pulling off her jeans. Her shirt still hid the bathing suit. The look on Sarah’s face was almost inviting me to watch.

“Alright, let’s see the suit.”

Sarah paused, like she was about to rip off a bandaid, holding onto the hem of her shirt. Closing her eyes, Sarah pulled up her shirt. She was ready to show off her new purchase. Well away from the critical eyes of mom.

Time seemed to stop as her arms dragged the shirt over her face. Two small, light blue triangles of fabric were swaying wildly on Sarah’s chest, large and swollen, not constrained or flatted by her usual heavy clothing. The banana shape was even more apparent out of the shower and in the warm heat, swelling to warmth around them. The bulge of her nipple stood proud against the fabric, faintly outlined.

Jesus, at least 90 percent of her breasts were exposed, pulled high as Sarah stretched her arms over her head. Small pieces of string held the slivers of fabric in place, wrapping under her arms only. There was no shoulder strap. The suit was definitely rated MSN. But, it was also rated DSY – Daddy Says Yes.

“What the hell, Sarah. Is that a swim suit, or fricking underwear?”

Sarah laughed, throwing aside her shirt. She was looking down at her bikini, admiring it, admiring herself, admiring her disregard to another mom rule. The wide triangular piece of fabric over her crotch was held in place by a similar small piece of string as her top. The entire material of the suit was less than one square foot. Hell, it was probably half of that. Sarah’s bush was bulging against the lower fabric. Screaming to get out. And, it looked like a few succeeded around the sides.

“Ha, funny dad. It’s a tanning suit, not really a swim suit.”

Sarah was not a tanner. Sure, she had a slight tan line from the suit she was wearing the last couple of days. But, that tan line was basically a strap line around her shoulder with a very high cleavage. And her legs had a slight tan hue to them also, ending well below the small strings on her waist. But, the rest of her body was a bright, pale white. Virginal snow.

“My god, Sarah, you can’t wear that here…You’ll give every guy down there a heart attack.”

Sarah looked around a saw nobody remotely close enough for her to care. And, when everyone seemed well over 40, none of them counted anyways. Sarah shrugged her shoulders. The small movement reverberated throughout her breasts. Fuck, even the breast meat below her nipples was on display, vibrating.

“Dad, nobody can even see us…”

Sarah turned around to look at her towel. Holy shit, her ass. Completely bare with the exception of a small T of string at the top that disappeared into the folds of her bottom. The bottom of her butt was completely exposed, revealing the well defined intersection of her ass and her thighs. The top of the suit, or rather, the string, traced along the upper curve of her ass. Dimples at the bottom of her back looked like small vaginas.

“Your butt…”

Sarah turned her head and looked over her shoulder. The bleach white appearance of her ass cheeks was shocking. Clearly, Sarah had never pulled down her panties anywhere other than in her room or on the toilet. Her heart shape bottom flexed slightly as we both looked at it.

“I know…it’s so white…”

She was completely unconcerned about my staring eyes. Sarah turned and sat down on her towel, laying back, letting her tits wobble to position. Letting me admire them in her new suit. Keeping her legs together, Sarah hid the inside of her thighs. But the damage was done. I sat down next to her, on my towel, desperate to hide my arousal.

“So, do you want the sun-screen…?”

Sarah found her pants, leaning away from me, looking almost naked. Back in position, she held a flat bottle of tanning oil. She must have slipped it into her pockets.

“Nope. I’ve got this.”

She sat up and started squirting herself with a fine mist of oil that smelled of coconut. Her shins, her thighs, her stomach, her chest, each arm, all receiving a healthy sheen. When her white skin was glistening, Sarah slowly began to rub the oil into her body. I sat and stared.

Her legs and hips were quick and simple, but when she got to her stomach, her fingers slowed and slipped deftly under her straps. I was given a brief glimpse of the top of her bush as she moved across her waist, spreading the tanning oil. Fingers pressed into her flat white stomach and moved slowly up to the bottom of her tits.

Sarah cupped the underside of her breasts, toying with the exposed flesh that was swelling beneath her nipples. She ran her fingers into the folds of her breasts, lifting each one gingerly, exposing the inner meat of her boobs. Sarah let her fingers slide effortlessly under the fabric, rubbing into her nipples, making sure her entire breast was being coated. She tilted her head, acknowledging my leering eyes with a dissatisfied grin. I spoke, nervously, trying to make light of my stares.

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We had been out at a party all night long. “We” being my best friends, the twins, and I. Someone had handed us each a small pink pill as we entered the house, and we’d unquestioningly popped those pills in unison.

Bad idea.

How we’d even managed to get the three of us back here safely, I was never quite sure. We were sweating, we were zoning in and out of reality, and we were all three amazingly, insanely horny. Joel and I had had to pull Benji off several unsuspecting females as we stumbled home, most of them yelling and cussing, calling him a “Pervert!”.

And they’d never even seen him sober.

We’d made it home by some small grace of god, and Joel was currently laying on the bed moaning about how horny he was. The fact that he had his boxers around his ankles and was slowly stroking himself was certainly not helping my own condition. No sir.

“Morgan,” he hissed. “Morg, help me! I need you.”

I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head and he continued to stroke himself.

“I’ll help him, Morgan,” Benji volunteered, tearing his clothing off and diving on top of his brother.

“Umm, Benji?” I stammered. “Benj, I don’t think you should touch him like that.”

Benji was laying beside Joel, stroking his brother’s erection slowly, eyeing Joel as though he were merely a fucktoy.

“Benj, get off him!” I begged.

I realized that I was beyond fucked up on the X, and all I wanted right now was to fuck anything that walked too. Of course, watching a live sex show put on by twins? Yeah, that was fucking hot, but my conscience was weighing heavily. A voice was telling me not to let Benji do this to his brother, there would be hell to pay the next morning. So I tried to push Benji aksaray escort off Joel.

Tried being the operative terminology.

“No, Morgan,” Benji cried out. “I want to fuck him.”

“Benj, you can’t!” I emphasized. “Please just get off him.”

“Morgan, stop!” Joel whined. “I want him!”

“No, Joel, you don’t! You’re high as a kite right now, trust me.”

Joel stared from my bloodshot eyes to his brother’s dilated pupils. He was confused, lost, floating on the cloud of happiness that was the drug.

“Joely, lay down and ignore Morgan!” Benji cooed. “I’ma take care of you.”

Joel simply nodded, still clutching his throbbing hard-on in his own hand.

Benji straddled Joel and scooting downward. Immediately, he began to tongue Joel’s erection, getting him slick and ready, then naturally enveloping the length inside his warm mouth.

“Oh christ,” Joel moaned. “That’s it, that’s what I need.”

I watched in awe and horror. Would they remember this tomorrow? I knew I would. Would they damn me for allowing it to occur when I had the sense to try and stop them? I was still high, don’t get me wrong. In fact, my own crotch was moist with want. I could feel it between my thighs, feel the ache for someone, anyone to place their lips to my sex. Watching Benji fellate his brother wasn’t helping, either. Joel’s soft moans and guttural grunts simply made my juices flow more rapidly.

“Morg-an,” Joel hissed, his eyes mere slits.

“Yeah, Joel?”

“I’m cumming, Morg, I’m cumm…….ing,” he hissed and he did. All over Benji’s waiting tongue.

“Joely?” Benji grinned after licking his lips clean and wiping the remainder of Joel’s release off with amasya escort his hand.

Joel sat up on the bed, his dick already springing back to life. “Yeah?”

“I want to fuck you now!” Benji giggled.

I looked at the pair. Benji was as hard as a coal train right now, massaging his erection as his twin had earlier. He was using slow, steady strokes up and down, twisting his wrist whenever he ran his head up and over the head. Joel was watching nervously, his own cock stirring and beginning to re-rise.

They were beautiful. Their unique but equally appealing bodies complimented one another. Where Benji was slightly shorter, Joel had added height. Where Joel was slightly thinner, Benji had a masculine huskiness. Benji’s bright colorful tattoos traveled the entire length of his body, while Joel’s were largely confined to his right leg. Piercing marred Benji’s natural beauty, but added to his exotic presentation. Joel had none of these. They both possessed hauting chocolate brown eyes, and dyed jet black hair. Identical yet seperate.

Two very different people who were once one.

Now Benji was trying to make them one once again.

“Benj, stop, please,” I objected. “You can’t fuck Joel.”

Both their eyebrows raised in confusion.

“You’ll never forgive me if I let you two do this,” I stated matter-of-factly. “So just….Fuck me instead!”

There. I’d said it. I’d made the offer.

“Morgan,” Joel grinned. “Come ‘ere.”

I approached the bed and crawled between the brothers, happy that I would finally get the release I so needed.

“Morgan?” Benji smiled. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard your eyelashes are gonna curl.”

Alright, so he had no antalya escort tact. But he had a gorgeous body and an amazingly hard cock- and that was all that mattered right now.

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I awoke and glanced around the bedroom. Joel was laying on my right side, completely naked. His body was covered in a soft sheen of sweat, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was having a bad dream. On my left, Benji was curled into fetal position, whimpering slightly and twitching his nose. He was having a nightmare, as well.

I shook Joel and tried to wake him. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” I grinned. “You’re having a bad dream.”

One pristine brown eye opened and glanced at me.

I turned my attentions to the other twin, and shook him gently. “Wake up, Ben, you’re having a bad dream.”

Joel began to stretch and I knew he was awake. He smiled at me warmly, and wrapped a long arm over my exposed breasts.

“I had the best dream about you,” he smiled.

“Oh?” I inquired.

Joel nodded his head and nuzzled into my chest. “I was fucking you senseless and it felt like we were riding on clouds.”

“Really?” I bluttered louder than I’d planned.

“Yeah,” he beamed. “It felt so real, so magical.”

It was, I thought. It’s called Ecstacy.

“I can top that,” Benji laughed from his side of the bed.

Joel and I watched as his body came to life, and he rolled to face us and grinned. “I dreamt that I was giving Joel the sloppiest, messiest blowjob and he was loving it.”

I watched Benji erupt into laughter, and Joel looked like he wanted to vomit.

“Yeah, then,” Benji snickered. “Then I was fucking you, Morgan, and you were screaming and begging for more. I looked into your eyes and they were just huge. They were bigger than I’d ever seen them before. It was…..trippy,” he sighed.

“Wow,” Joel sighed. “That’s fucked up.”

Yeah, I thought, wondering if I should tell them.

“I dunno,” Joel wondered aloud. “It felt so real.”

Yeah, I grinned.

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My father was looking at me funny. I know, I know. How eloquent of me. How incredibly well worded. But that’s it, really. That’s how it started.

I was at my parent’s house for dinner. It’s a monthly “tradition”, a feeble attempt made by my mother to keep our family close. But, the problem is… we were never actually close. Definitely not one of those tight-knit families you see on TV. Anyway, I am twenty-four and have been living on my own for five years, and now my brother was away at college, my mother had started to freak out. Empty nest, and all that. So, she imposed this stupid monthly get together rule that we all pretty much hated.

This happened on the sixth month of this new ritual gathering. My mother was called away, thirty minutes into our dinner, because my aunt had been in a car accident. That sounds cavalier, I know. I should say she left in a rush, or that she was in a frenzied hurry to get to her sister’s side. She wasn’t. She never is. My mother is cold and meticulous. That’s how she’s been since I was born, as far as I know. She took the time to set dinner in front of us, she picked out a book to pass the time in the hospital, she changed her clothes and refreshed her makeup. And then she left.

Absolved of his familial duties, my brother left soon after she did, to go see his girlfriend of one year. And so, for the first time since I can’t remember when, it was just my father and me. We ate dinner in near silence. I think he asked me about my job, but he always does, so I don’t really remember. I helped him clear the table and rinse the dishes. After that, I didn’t know what to do. It was only seven. Usually, we forced ourselves to play a card game or watch a movie before my brother and I left for our respective houses.

With out my mother or my brother, a card game was pretty much pointless. But I felt bad leaving my father at home alone, so I helped him pick a movie. My parents, when I moved out, had turned my bedroom into a media room. It was halfway down the hall in the back of the house… the only room past it was their bedroom. When I walked in the media room, he was crouched on the floor in front of the bookshelf where they kept the movies.

That’s when he looked at me funny. Like he’d never seen me before, or like he’d just been thinking about something he really wanted and then there it was. He wanted me. That much was clear. My heartbeat accelerated and I felt my face and neck go flush. The minute our eyes met, I stumbled back into the doorframe behind me. He rose from his crouching position and stalked forward; eyeing me like a wolf might stare down a deer it was hunting.

There were no words. I met and held his piercing gaze, and when he stopped in front of me I bit my bottom lip. He knew me well enough to realize that I’d looked at him this way before, he knew well enough that I wanted him the way he wanted me. His hands reached up and grasped my arms, the tips of his fingers burned into my skin like a hot iron. They moved down my arms, leaving a tingling trail behind them, and stopped when they wrapped around my waist.

And then he lowered his face to mine. His hot breath smelled like red wine, and the closeness of his lips was making me dizzy. When they finally touched mine, I nearly fainted. I’d been waiting for this moment for years. I hadn’t even been old enough to understand my own desires ardahan escort when the fantasies of being wrapped warmly in my father’s arms began.

The heat from his lips ran down my neck and settled in the pit of my stomach. I had butterflies. Delicious butterflies. My father moved his hands up from my waist to grip the sides of my face and hold me to him. His tongue, hot and moist, ran across the top of my bottom lip, and when my mouth opened to emit my cry of pleasure, he thrust it inside. His fingers threaded into my hair, pulling me closer while his tongue moved greedily in my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around him. I pressed myself into him; I could not get close enough. Plus, I needed his strength to support me… I was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I grew bolder as his kisses got hotter and more intense. Soon my tongue was matching the strokes of his, my fingers were clawing their way under his shirt and scratching at the skin on his back. And I was purring. Moan after moan vibrated from my throat and into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and pulled my head back softly by my hair, exposing my pale neck. I cried out when my father’s tongue touched the base of my throat. I couldn’t breathe for five excruciating seconds as he ran his tongue boldly up to my jaw, stopping just by my earlobe. His breath was heavy, slow, and it tickled the hairs at the nape of my neck. His fingers and lips blazed trails all over my tingling throat. Then his warm fingers reached the top of my shirt. They hooked around the edge, and pulled it down, leaving the top of my chest bare.

He kissed down the front of the bare skin, leaving goose bumps everywhere they touched. My breasts, still covered by my lacy pink brassiere, begged wantonly for his touch. I moaned angrily when his lips stopped just shy of the rise of my creamy breasts. He raised his head and stared at me, his eyes flaming.

Then my father left the room. Left me, leaning precariously against the wall of what was once the room I’d spent nights touching myself and pretending my hands were his.

I felt like crying, but then I heard his voice, floating on the air from the living room. He was on the phone. I could tell, by the terse responses and simple questions that he was talking to my mother.

He came back. This time he didn’t look at me. He wrapped his fingers around my much smaller hand and led me back, down the hallway through the door to the bedroom he shared with my mother. That’s when it dawned on me. He’d been checking on her. He wanted to see how long we had together. My passionate acceptance of his wandering caresses had not left him dry and disappointed. My obvious innocence, my pliant woman’s body and my willingness to be led rather than to lead had him wanting me more.

My father stopped me in front of the bed and smiled into my eyes. “I love you, baby girl.” He whispered. The first words either of us had spoken and they rang in my ears like sweet bells.

He brushed his fingers under my chin before grasping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. Then he hooked them into the band of my skirt and drew it down, letting it drop to the floor once it passed my knees. He knelt on the carpet in front of me and pressed his head into my smooth belly, the flat of his palms caressing my bare back. He sighed and looked up into my eyes, artvin escort which were staring at him in loving wonder. He was my hero, my rock star, and forgive me the blasphemy, he was my God.

“I love you too, Daddy.” I said, my voice low and soft for fear of shattering the moment with loud noise or the wrong words.

He grinned up at me and kissed my stomach. Then he moved his hands downward, stopping shortly to cup my buttocks and grin again before running them down the entire length of my smooth legs. His fingers tickled the back of my knees and traced the muscles of my calves before burning their way up the inside of my thighs.

He pulled my panties off, rubbing the soft fabric between his thumb and his middle finger before putting them in his pocket. Then he nuzzled his way into the hot space between my legs. I spread them wide for him and dug my fingers into his hair. He kissed the soft, trim hairs just above the folds of my vagina. He used his thumbs to part me, and the first touch of his tongue on my clit was enough to make me cry out, “Oh God!”

I felt him smile between my legs; it was a brief smile, before he began to lap eagerly at my young pussy. I was so wet for him, so hot for him. I had been for years. My legs were shaking, tingling, and the whole time he was pleasuring me all I could think to myself was “That’s my father. That’s my daddy loving me.”

He knew just were to touch me. His thick finger pushed gently into my vagina, curving over and tapping and thrusting against the fleshy walls. I heard his muffled voice then, as I was dripping and moaning and clinging to him. “Cum for me, Baby. Cum now for Daddy.”

I’d do anything for him. Even cum on demand. So I did. Every muscle in my body tensed and collapsed. My fingers dug roughly into my father’s scalp, my toes curled under, and I screamed. And fell. I landed on my back, still quivering and staring up at the ceiling of my parents’ bedroom.

My father ran his hands lovingly up the sides of my legs and my waist, lifting himself up on the bed and over me. He leaned down with a soft smile and kissed the side of my mouth. My breathing gradually grew quieter and more balanced, but he didn’t let it stay that way long. As soon as I could breathe right, he was trailing wet kisses over my throat and my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and unhooked my bra, leaving my eager breasts naked.

He looked at them. He touched them lightly. He brushed his fingertips over the erect nipples. He cupped them loosely. My father studied my supple breasts in obvious awe. Then he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around a nipple. The glorious, stinging heat of it was too much, and I cried out loudly. My bare body lifted against his still clothed one and my hands sought something to cling to.

By the time he stopped, I was writhing under him like a cat in heat. He pulled away from me and lifted his shirt over his head. His body was beautiful… masculine. Hard and covered in crisp, dark hairs. I was still staring when I heard the metal clink of his belt buckle being loosened. I sat up and watched my father as he pulled his pants off and let them and his boxers fall to the ground. His liberated erection sprang upward, hard and wide and smooth. It was impressive. Better than I’d imagined. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted it in my mouth.

Still bodrum escort on the bed, I crawled toward him, a devilish grin blossoming on my face. I moaned when it was finally in my hands. The firm, smooth flesh strained against my palm, but I wasn’t there for a hand job. So I lowered my face until my lips were touching the tip of his cock. Daddy moaned, and loud, when I opened my searing mouth and wrapped my lips around his salty shaft. His fingers threaded into my hair and pulled me forward, pushing my wet mouth down the length of his dick.

I moved over him, working his cock. I licked him, tasting the sweaty tang of him. I reveled in him, how smooth he was, how hard he was. I’ve never wanted anyone inside me more than I wanted my own father, and that thought was making me drip.

Sooner than I wanted, he pulled away from me. I moved to take him back into my mouth, but he restrained me. “No, Baby.” He said. “I want more from you than this.”

Then he stood me up and whipped the covers off the queen sized bed. I sat down and scooted toward the headboard, and he crawled toward me, a new, fiery hunger burning in his eyes. He grabbed my legs and pulled me until I was lying flat on my back with my legs wrapping around the sides of his body.

He leaned forward; I felt his dick pressing against me. I couldn’t speak; my breathing was harsh and uneven. I begged him with my eyes. He kissed my forehead before speaking again. “For years, I’ve been making love to your mother in this bed. And for the last five years, I’ve been imagining she was you. You’re my dream, baby girl. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Then he grunted and thrust himself into me. He filled my pussy perfectly. He pushed into me, pulled out of me and every motion was precise. He set me on fire. I was ready to cum again when he pulled out and away from me. He saw the sorrow in my eyes and grinned.

“I want you from behind.” He said.

“Okay, Daddy.” I got up and waited for him to direct me to where he wanted me. He had me on my hands and knees on the soft bed.

As he pushed his incredible cock into me again, he grunted and said, “Your mother never lets me do this.”

I wiggled my butt against him, and looked behind me. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck me hard.” I whispered.

“What?”

“I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember. Please, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”

He sped up, thrusting into me faster and faster until I felt his balls smacking my clit. I was so excited, he felt so good pounding into me that I started to squeal with every thrust.

He rubbed his hand up my back. “I’m going to cum, Baby girl.” He said, and slowed his thrusting.

I pushed back against him. “Don’t stop, Daddy. It’s fine. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He drove his cock deep inside me and released his warm sperm with a loud cry. All I needed to have my second orgasm was this… the sensation of the semen that had made me, spurting deep into my womb. I screamed again, my body convulsing, the walls of my pussy squeezing his shaft, greedily pumping him for more.

We both collapsed. It was several minutes before I asked, “How late will Mom be out?”

He looked at the alarm clock. It was ten-thirty. “I don’t know.”

The phone rang. He trudged to the living room to answer it. Minutes later he returned. “Your aunt is sleeping. Your mother’s on her way back now.”

We both rushed to get dressed, and I helped him make the bed. He gave me a long, not at all fatherly kiss before I left. It wasn’t until I got back to my own apartment that I remembered my father still had my panties.

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“There’s a much nicer ambience at my place,” is the sentence that begins the second part of our first amazing evening together. We’ve been sitting at the bar for over three hours, and the place has been getting more and more crowded, but thankfully never to the point where we can’t hear ourselves speak. We didn’t really expect to be here this long-when I suggested we meet for a drink or two at about seven at a quiet tavern near your office, who would have thought it would turn into a spontaneously agreed-upon dinner at a Japanese restaurant around the corner, followed by a half mile walk for overpriced but dead-on apple martinis at stop number three, a dimly lit hipster dive with a reddish glow in the air and Tom Waits tunes meandering from the speakers overhead. It’s almost eleven-thirty now, and what was supposed to be a modest Friday night date before you headed home to rise early for a trip tomorrow has become something much more. And when you suggest walking back to your apartment, I suddenly feel very sure I’ll be rushing to jump on the very last Metro of the night in the wee hours.

Of course, you can never predict instant physical attraction, and from our cautious initial flirtations after our first drink sprung something much more tangible. I had almost no choice in the matter, obviously, since you looked so stunning when you appeared, dressed in a tight black skirt and a white sweater which is all neckline. The scrunchie tying up your hair adds a wholesome, first-day-of-college feeling to your look which is belied by your amazingly sexy body. The first time you really laughed tonight, you leaned over a bit to touch my arm, and I responded in kind, and from that point on we seemed to get closer and closer to each other at the first bar, culminating in a little soft hand-holding after dessert. We held hands on the walk to this trendy place and our knees have been in constant contact with each other ever since as we talked about our jobs, our families, the state of the modern comic book, and whatever happened to the whole Atkins thing. So very nice.

“What do they charge for martinis at your place?” I ask you, smiling, looking down at your fingers enclosed in mine on the bar.

“Very little,” you say. “But bigger tips are expected.”

We leave the bar and walk out into the perfect summer night, Friday party-goers passing us left and right, breathlessly in search of what we’ve already found, which is the ideal companion to usher in the late hours. It’s only three blocks to your apartment, and we laugh and hold hands tightly, your footsteps right beside mine. The smell of your perfume has a much greater effect on me than the few drinks I had tonight. I can’t wait to kiss you, and wonder where exactly it will happen.

Standing behind you as you produce your keys to open your door, I lean over to smell your hair without you noticing. I look at the nape of your neck longingly, knowing that it’s going to be getting some very intimate attention before too long. The anticipation is priceless. Knowing that the night began with us knowing so little about each other, and then, in seemingly the blink of an eye, knowing that the night will end with my lips on yours….who needs more reason to be alive.

Your living room is dark and you choose to keep it that way, turning the light on only in the kitchen to let its illumination flow towards us, but fall well short. You kick off your heels right away and I leave my shoes behind as you take my hand and lead me over to the sofa.

“Sit down,” you tell me. “Want anything? Glass of wine?”

“No, I’m perfect,” I tell you, and sit on the cozy sofa, turning my body toward you in expectation. You sit down beside me close enough so that I know we’re not here to make idle conversation. All our talk, great as it was, was for being out in public and unable to do what we truly wanted after only a couple of hours: kiss. You smile as I lift your right hand in my left and I place my lips tenderly to it.

“Such a gentleman,” you say softly. “Want some music?”

“Absolutely,” I say, and you bend over to the nearby knickknack table to lift a remote control, making sure to leave your hand at my disposal. You press Play and the quiet strains of Nina Simone float into the air. You set the remote control down again and lean right back into place on the sofa, your body turned entirely toward me. You bring your legs up and fold them before you, leaning your head in your free hand. I kiss the other one again and set it down gently on your lap, keeping one finger curled around one of yours.

“Well, I’m glad you like me,” you say. “I almost had my doubts there for a little while.”

“Really?” I say, turning your hand over to expose the palm, which I begin to stroke with infinite lightness using just my index finger. “What gave you doubts? Was it the way I’ve been gazing into your eyes all night? And moving closer and closer?”

“I was going by another criteria,” you say, looking down at your palm as it’s treated to a tiny, affectionate massage. nisantasiescort.com “I know you liked my personality, but there are other aspects of me I was expecting you to respond to.”

“Mmmm, other aspects, yes,” I reply. “I noticed everything a man can notice, believe me.”

“Did you now?” you inquire sweetly, and place a finger beneath my chin the way you did back at the bar when we broached, ever so briefly, the subject of sex and what men love about it so much. “You know, I’ve been watching your eyes and never once did you frisk me with them. That’s pretty commendable.”

“Not once,” I confirm. “I know I must have set some sort of record. I have the endurance of Shackleton.”

“Of course, being an absolutely flawless gentleman can make a girl feel unwanted,” you say, moving your finger seductively below my chin, tickling it.

“If it makes you feel any better,” I tell you honestly, “when you went to make that phone call during dessert, I helped myself to some secret sights.”

“Good, good,” you say. “I thought about turning around after a few steps to see if I could catch you.”

“I expected that,” I tell you, “and I was on guard against you being so sly.”

You lower your hand and rest it on my arm. “What I was really expecting was some subtle glances at the place most men tend to get lost in. In fact, I wore this sweater just to make sure it happened.” You laugh.

“And I haven’t fallen into your trap, not once,” I say proudly. On the CD, one song ends and another begins. The music seems so soft in the background, it could almost be playing only inside our heads.

“You’ve lasted so very long,” you tell me, interrupting my massage of your palm to fully hold my hand, “that I wouldn’t be at all put off if you broke down and took a nice long look right now.”

“Ahhhh,” I whisper, moving my face a little closer to yours in the semi-darkness, “I’m not collapsing that easily.”

“No?” you sulk pleasantly, responding to my movement by bringing yourself toward me.

“I’m waiting for a chance at a more private view,” I say, and then our lips have pressed together for the first time. I bring my hand up to touch your neck as we connect, and this is no tentative peck; we come together and stay together for quite some time. I’m amazed at the softness of your lips, intoxicated by their warmth. I’ve wanted to be this close to you all night and now it feels just as it should. You let out almost inaudible sounds of comfort when we shift our lips to accommodate the other’s movements. I find myself doing the same thing. You slowly raise your arms to place them on my chest, curling your fingers into my shirt and bringing me even closer to you. We break our kiss for just one moment to get our breath and look into each other’s desirous eyes. Then we come together even more intently, and I slide forward on the couch a few inches to get as close to you as possible, wrapping my arms around you. Strands of your hair tickle my forehead and you feel my tongue slip onto yours. They entwine and play for a moment. Then I pull back and place several small, earnest kisses on your mouth, each one more delicate than the last, making you smile at their silly storybook tenderness, before I bring my hands up to your face and kiss you far more passionately. You respond with a yearning sound and sift your fingers through my hair. I love the feeling that your lipstick will leave tiny traces of you on my mouth, love the way you brush the hair away from my eyes as our lips get wetter and wetter. You lift your right leg slightly to rest your knee on mine, cozying up for a nice long spell of making out.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” you purr when we pause to luxuriate for a bit in the sensations of our bodies cuddling, our faces so very close. Even in the gloom, you can see the details of my hazel eyes as they gaze into yours. “It didn’t take us very long to get comfortable, did it?” you ask rhetorically.

“Not long, no,” I answer. “Let’s get even more comfortable. I have nowhere to be.”

We kiss again, and sink ever so slowly into the cushions on the sofa. I drown in the scent of your perfume and your skin. I control our kisses for a few moments, my hands touching your face, guiding it gently as my lips journey over yours, turning it when I want to kiss your cheek and then lower my attention to your neck, which I brush serenely with my mouth before resting a firm, resolute kiss there as my hand draws a loving path from your neck to your ear. Then you’ve leaned into me and kissed my chin before pulling my head forward to assert yourself, smothering my lips with yours, nibbling on my bottom lip hungrily, pushing your tongue into mine. We let them dance with each other for a time, and intensify our embrace.

It goes on. At one point, I lay your head back against the back of the sofa, where you let it rest as I move my lips downward, kissing every part of your neck, sometimes with the most tentative touches, sometimes with a firmness that lets you escortcapa.com know you’ve truly become mine. I rest my lips upon your skin as you close your eyes and I move them slowly from left to right across your neck, letting a little moisture create a gliding sensation on you, and I end my path with a modest flick of the tongue on your earlobe. I pinch it almost unnoticeably between my teeth for a second and you giggle in a most womanly way. You next feel my lips press on the upper part of your chest, just inches above the slope of your cleavage, and it causes you to arch your back. I place the tip of my tongue a couple of inches lower, leaving a trace of moisture there for you to feel. Then your lips are covered by mine again, your head pressed back with the insistence of this next kiss. I stroke your hair and inhale you. I hear you whisper my name and when our faces are as close as they can be, your eyes open and we become utterly lost in the sight of each other’s heavy expressions of want.

Without a word we lie down on the sofa beside each other. You rest your right leg on my side as we make out, sliding it up and down, rubbing me blissfully. Our arms remain wrapped around each other. Our kisses become softer and sweeter for a few minutes, romantic ones, kisses for a gazebo in the park. But then I see something a little different in your eyes, a fresh desire equaled by mine, and you roll on top me, your breasts pressing maddeningly against my chest. You begin to kiss me and somehow tease me at the same time, drowning me with long, wet, minute-long kisses that lull me into a wondrous lethargy in which I am completely under your control, the movement of your head dictating mine completely, only to release me at a point of ultimate comfort to shift your weight with awesome friction and start all over again. Sometimes when you lift your head from mine, my eyes remain closed and my mouth involuntarily moves toward yours. You won’t give me what I want so easily, playing a little game where you start to make our lips connect but then pull back until I’ve rested my head again to await whatever you do next. Your hands sift through my hair as you lay a kiss on me that is so brazen in its wetness that I make a sound of surprise. Your tongue probes my mouth and sinks in deep, causing mine to lick and swirl with yours almost in self-defense. Your face moves and bobs above mine with increasing rapidity, pressing down with open lust, your mouth opening wider, smearing your lips across mine, and I lean up to run both my hands through your hair, grabbing it and tilting your head back so I can suckle on your neck. You moan as I draw your soft flesh into my mouth, leaving a fond red mark there.

We make out the way inexperienced teenagers can only dream of for a good twenty minutes. We find ourselves wallowing in every kind of contact our mouths can make. Lying side by side, I kiss your eyelids, your hair, push the fabric of your white sweater off your shoulder and tongue you there too. I take your fingers and kiss them one by one. I turn you over completely and use nothing but my moist lips to make love the back of your neck. Your distant purrs let me know I’m doing things just the way you like. Your sweater has shimmied up from your stomach with all our squirming and I rub the almost impossibly warm skin there. When we face each other again, I keep one hand stroking back and forth across your naked belly.

You do something to me then that you can have no clue creates an almost raging passion in me. You take my index finger and you silently draw the tip of it into your mouth, licking it, making eye contact with me as you do it, and then you move on to the next finger, and take a little more of it into your mouth than before. It’s a sight and sensation more erotic than any I know. At last you make one of my fingers almost disappear into you, sucking on it, then letting it out with exquisite slowness.

Time spins out and eventually we find ourselves lying beside each other and merely gazing, your hand on my chest, mine on your stomach, still moving there comfortably. Our mouths are partially numb, partially tingling from our amazing kissing session. My hair is mussed, my shirt is untucked. Your sweater is halfway up your stomach and your skirt has been creased. The Nina Simone CD has long since gone back to Track One and started over.

“You’re not going to be leaving here for a while,” you tell me, your voice low and silky.

“I have no intention to,” I tell you.

“Now I really know you like me,” you say. “I could feel it on my thigh when I sucked on your finger. I could feel it very strongly.”

“You should be able to feel that for many hours to come,” I assure you.

You smile at me. “Sit up,” you say, and you’ve lifted your leg off me to let me up. I’m almost disappointed, I had become so cozy. I sit up and run my hands through my disordered hair. You rise off the sofa entirely, and you bend to the remote control again. You take the volume of the CD down escortfindikzade.com a tiny bit, and then you turn to face me, standing above me, looking down.

“Here I come, handsome,” you say, and you place one knee on either side of me, lowering your hips to my lap, settling in, your skirt becoming taut, making yourself at home on me. I have no complaints. You push my hair behind my ears, straighten the collar of my shirt. Then you touch my lips, parting them.

“Do me a favor now, and close those hazel eyes of yours,” you say. Done deal. Within my new world of darkness, I feel you shift on me and I hear fabric moving against fabric.

“Keep them closed, now,” you say. “You’re about to get your wish.” I feel your hands settle on my shoulders. I sense your torso moving forward, and your hand brings my head closer to you, holding me by the hair. Then I feel soft flesh against my cheeks, and I realize you’ve taken off your sweater. I’m unable to keep myself from opening my eyes now. You guide your cleavage, snug inside a blue satin bra, into my face. I sink into it, your breasts brushing my cheeks, surrounding me.

“Better?” you ask, looking down at me.

“All kinds of,” I say, and bring my hands up to your bra. I cup your breasts through it, and then I squeeze them, a full handful of warm, pearly flesh in each palm. After holding them firm for a moment, I slide my palms back and forth across the satin, slowly rotating my hands to knead those breasts, so pillowy, so white. You sigh and rub my shoulders absently, barely able to keep focused on it. My hands dip between your bra straps and your skin and massage you tenderly. Then they move those straps down off your shoulders. Your cleavage becomes more pronounced as the straps hang there. I could take your bra off entirely now but I don’t. I see you’re loving your view as much as mine as my eyes take in this wondrous sight.

I bring my lips toward your right breast and I kiss it as I massage the other. My tongue emerges and touches your flesh. I kiss you right above the cup of your bra, and then my tongue has snaked inside that cup to where your nipple is still concealed. With great dexterity, my tongue washes over your hard nipple, then brings it out, freeing it from the bra cup. I enclose it fully between my lips and give it one long, firm suck, then let it go. I bring my left hand up and pinch it between my fingers as my lips drift across your canyon and move to the other bra cup. Again, I kiss your breast before inserting my tongue beneath the satin, exploring, licking the nipple, then pushing away the satin to free it. I poke my tongue more fully out and rest it upon it, then flick it a little, causing you to moan. I pinch it as well between my fingers, and then, yearning to see what your breasts look like fully exposed, I peel down the bra cups until they spill out, touching my face again. I grip your breasts in my hands and swirl my tongue around each nipple, careful not to brush the tips now, getting them wetter and wetter. They become hard as pebbles, and then I flick them with a newly moistened tongue, making you wince with pleasure. I enclose each in my mouth, drawing in as much flesh as I can as my hands stroke the sides of your breasts, then push them toward each other. I place my tongue between them and draw it upwards, licking all the way up to your neck. Then, pressing on your breasts, I move my hands in wide, slow swirls, rubbing and moving them against each other. The skin of one breast brushes against the other again and again as I turn my head to savor each nipple. When I lift my head, they’re soaked in saliva, creating an erotic coolness there, a sensation of guilty pleasure that keeps them aroused and erect. I lean back to just look at your breasts, admire them, worship them, all the while keeping my hands working on them in a lazy midnight massage. Your bra slips little by little down your arms. You run your hands across my chest and undo the top three buttons, and then, after a hesitation to look down at your nipples and see my fingers playing with them, pressing them into your flesh with my thumbs, you undo three more. You move your hands inside my shirt and rub my muscled chest.

“You like what you see?” you ask me in a breathy voice.

“I love it,” I tell you. “Tell me if you like this,” I say, and reach beside me, to where your fuzzy white sweater rests on the sofa. I lift it, rest it on my upturned palms, and bring the fabric up to your breasts. I press the sweater against them, and holding it firmly, I move it from side to side across your nipples. All it takes is one brief second of that kind of obscenely delicious friction to cause you to gasp and tense your shoulders. Your tits jiggle with the sudden shock, which I much enjoy. I rub your nipples with your sweater and you gasp again, sucking in air, jerking back involuntarily. But after a moment to collect yourself, you dare to bring your chest forward again, to where the sweater is held taut and still. You reach up and cup your breasts and squeeze the flesh around your nipples to reduce their sensitivity just a bit. I draw the sweater across the stony tips again and you cry out and throw your head back and sigh. You can’t take it anymore and you push the sweater away, smiling and breathing hard. Two tiny circles of wetness have appeared on the fabric.

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“Is this a dildo?” asked Clara, holding the smooth, stainless steel tube tentatively by the base.

“Better,” Shawnee replied. “A vibrator. Haven’t you seen one before?”

Clara shook her head, her shoulder length reddish blonde hair flicking lightly over the high cheekbones flushed red by embarrassment. She was sleeping overnight at her best friend’s home, so they could get up early and get tickets for the Ulthar Cats’ concert.

Shawnee’s parents were out of town, trying to figure if her grandmother’s recent nude trip around the supermarket meant it was time to put her in a home. Resultantly, dinner had been a vegetable pizza, Shawnee having been a strict vegetarian since she had seen “Super Size This” two weeks before. They had ordered from the local parlour.

“You’ve got to see the delivery guy, Clara, he’s so hot,” Shawnee had told her. When the doorbell rang, she had added, “watch this,” and undid the top four buttons of the blouse stretched tautly across her chest. Shawnee had enormous breasts, huge round orbs that pressed ripely against whatever she wore. Her skin was the colour of milky coffee, a shade darker than caramel, and she had long, straight dark hair. Thin dark eyebrows perched exquisitely above her rich brown eyes. Her lips were a scarlet movie star pout.

“Hi,” she panted to the delivery guy. He looked about a year or two older than them, maybe twenty. His body was soaked in muscle that rippled with his every move, cold blue denim clinging to the large muscles of thigh and calve and cupping an impressive bulge at the crotch. Shawnee bent over, ostensibly to place the pizza on the table by the door while she paid him but really to give him a show. He obliged, staring deep into the fleshy, dark crevasse between her two stunning breasts. Shawnee looked up and smiled when she caught him looking, running her long pink tongue over her bright red lips. As Clara watched, that large bulge in the jeans twitched. Shawnee said, “thank you,” then closed the door with a swish of her ample hips.

“He’s going to jerk off in the van, I bet,” said Shawnee laughing.

They ate the pizza and watched DVDs, ignoring the films to talk about the rumoured immense endowment of the Ulthar Cats’ front man and, of course, lesser boys. Hesitantly, they both admitted they were still virgins, though Shawnee had given one guy a blowjob.

“What was it like?”

“It was great,” Shawnee replied, “like nothing I’d tasted before. It was sort of incredibly hard, yet there was a softness, too. It was about as long as my index finger, though much thicker. It had this big purple head. I took it all into my mouth and sucked on it for about a minute and then he came. All this sticky white stuff, it tasted salty.”

Then they had gone up to Shawnee’s room and when Clara had gone looking for a night-shirt, this long tube had fallen out onto the floor.

“Have you used it?” Clara asked.

“Yes,” said Shawnee, “though only on my pussy lips and over my clit. I’ve never stuck it deep inside me.”

“Will you show me?”

Slowly, not sure whether to do it or not until it was done, Shawnee lifted up the oversized T-shirt she slept in. It slid up over her dusky thighs and brushed lightly against her moist bush. Clara looked on, feeling her own pussy get wet like it did when she lay in bed and thought about some of the boys on the football team. Shawnee’s pussy was so different from hers, thick rubbery olive lips drooping out from a sparse tangle of coarse, tufty black hair. As the T-shirt continued up, Shawnee’s breasts were tugged up momentarily from the motion of the fabric. They bounced down and spilled out of the T-shirt, completely spherical with huge coppery aureolae. Shawnee stood nude before her best friend, aggressively defensive, one hand curled over but not concealing her mons.

“Show me,” was all that Clara said and handed her the vibrator.

Shawnee twisted the base and a low buzz suffused the room. She rubbed it over her breasts and placed it under her arms. “Have to warm it, a bit,” she said. Once more, she brought the vibrator to her magnificent breasts, running it around those large nipples, which quickly swelled into sharp points. She trailed it down her body, running it over her flat stomach and down into her bush. Her pussy was soaking, tiny beads of liquid heat falling to the carpet. Shawnee placed no more than an inch of the vibrator inside her, then slowly ran it around her cunt. She began to moan, almost reluctantly at first, but then louder and louder. Her legs buckled and she flopped back on the bed, still desperately running the toy around her labia. It sent liquid flying from her cunt in a spray that dashed against Clara’s still clothed legs, and she found herself touching the hot liquid to her lips. It tasted sweet and perfumed, like her own.

Shawnee lightly touched the vibrator to the thick dark bud bagcilaronline.com blossoming in the centre of her and came, screaming. The vibrator fell from her numbed hand and danced about on the floor as Shawnee lay paralysed on the bed, flushed and panting from perfect pleasure.

Clara had never been so aroused, not when she touched herself late at night, not in the car when she felt some boy’s thing pressing against her thigh. The liquid arousal in her cunt had completely soaked through her panties and formed dark stains on the front of her trousers.

“Do me,” she begged.

Shawnee countered, “Show me.”

With fingers numb and thick, Clara obliged. She slipped the shoulder straps of her top down her slender arms, and tugged the top over her shoulders. Her skin was porcelain white, her breasts – perhaps half the size of Shawnee’s – pale rich swells capped with chubby pink buds of nipples. She slipped off the jeans and the sodden panties with her back to Shawnee, displaying a fine, rounded ass, then turned to reveal the delicate curves of her pussy lips below a natural triangle of soft red hair, now damply shining.

“Lie on the bed,” Shawnee demanded.

Clara did and Shawnee retrieved the vibrator from the floor, crawling up the bed. She paused as her lips neared Clara’s pussy and sniffed. Clara’s cunt smelled of fruit, of pomegranate and mango, and Shawnee instinctively lapped out with her long tongue, licking Clara’s succulent pussy, spreading saliva around her lips and fluttering at her clitoris. Clara moaned loudly and Shawnee thanked god her parents were away. She continued her journey up Clara’s body, pausing only to briefly nip one nipple with her teeth. At last, she lay a top her teenage lover, their breasts squashed together, the juice in their pussies mingling. Shawnee kissed Clara’s pouting pink lips as her dark hand caressed the pale skin below Clara’s bush, revelling in the sweet hot moisture. She sucked on Clara’s nipples as she brought the vibrator against her pussy. Clara came immediately, silently, the only sign of her incredible pleasure the vice grip of her hands on Shawnee’s neck.

They slept nude on the bed, sticky limbs entwined, their pussies grazing against each other in the fevered dreams of the night. In the morning, Shawnee woke to find Clara gone. A note perched guiltily on the bedside table.

Shawnee, it read, what we did last night was wrong. I’m sorry but I can’t see you again. I’m going to have my father transfer yours to a different corporate office, with a promotion of course. I’m sure you’ll understand. Clara Barrington.

“Bitch,” screamed Shawnee to no one in particular. Michael Barrington, Clara’s father, was head of Barrington Industries, a business colossus that he had raised himself from a garage based software company. When she and Clara had become friends at a corporate event, her father had been pleased, though she imagined he would never credit just how she would improve his career.

Clara stood in the queue for maybe an hour to get her ticket. Halfway along a bum squatted, as dilapidated as the building he leaned against. She opened her purse and he got a look at more than ten fifty-dollar bills. Then she opened her change purse and gave him a dime. Sure she could have got the ticket immediately from one of her daddy’s media contacts but that would be missing the point. Momentarily, she felt guilty about her treatment of Shawnee, but then she realised that with the move Shawnee’s family would have more money. Clara remembered Shawnee saying how much she liked New York – she’d have her daddy move them their. All it would take were the right words – ever since Mom had died, daddy did whatever she wanted just to make her happy. Daddy thought Shawnee’s dad should move up anyway, he just hadn’t wanted to deprive his daughter of her friend.

Once she bought the ticket – the squat tattooed woman who sold it to her laughing secretly at her – she clutched it like the Holy Grail.

The night of the concert, her father drove her to the stadium in one of his less ostentatious cars. He dropped her at the gate, kissed her good-bye and told her he’d pick her up in a few hours, then drove off. Once his car had disappeared, Clara went behind one of the parked buses and tore off the modest blouse she was wearing.

(Unknown to her, a porcine bus driver too doused in caffeine to sleep spilled his drink in surprise and masturbated furiously as this heaven sent nymph undressed beside his coach.)

Underneath the blouse she wore a low cut top that clung to her beautiful breasts like skin. Likewise she took off her jeans to reveal a tiny skirt bunched up around her waist, making it obvious that she wore no panties.

(At this point the bus driver came, mottled white fluid gushing out of his cock. He caught it in his coffee cup. An hour later, forgetting, atakoymarka.com he accidentally took a big swig, then spent the rest of the concert vomiting on the spot where the exquisite teenager had stripped.)

The opening act was all right. Nothing special but they did a couple of good covers, their own material being utterly dire. Then the Ulthar Cats came on, and from the first chord to the last falling echo of Den Buck’s powerful voice, Clara was in rapture. Her pussy as wet as last night when Shawnee had… but no, she shouldn’t think of that; her nipples making large spikes in her tiny red top; her eyes filled only by Den and thoughts of Den. As he sang, she imagined his lips on hers, his cock filling her cunt as they slowly made love on a four poster bed. In dreams she toured the world with him, as he fucked her every night to endless orgasm.

She had been dancing up front, fruitlessly trying to get him to notice her, so she was working her way out when the guy approached her. He was scruffy, smothered in thick brown hair and wearing a bruised leather jacket to match. He was short, much shorter than her and skeleton thin.

“Saw the way you were looking at Den. Like you’d cream if he smiled at you. Wanna go backstage?”

Clara had been getting indignant, right up to the point where he mentioned backstage. Then, because no one had taught her, in all those fine schools, how to live out on the street, she nodded frantically.

“Not free, girl. Gonna be fifty bucks and a blowjob for me. But who knows, maybe you’ll get to see if Buck’s as big as they say.”

She couldn’t even think about refusing after that.

“Okay, girlie, follow me.”

He took her by the hand and led her to a shadowed corner of the arena.

“Got the fifty bucks?” She handed it to him.

“Alright,” he said, tugging down the fly on his jeans and letting his long, thin cock flop out. “Go to work.”

Clara knelt in front of him and ran the back of one hand over her lips. She had no clue what to do, but knew if she didn’t get this right he wouldn’t let her backstage. She thought back to Shawnee’s story, that night seeming so long ago now.

She reached out and wrapped one small, pale hand around the slim flesh dangling long between the stranger’s legs. Oddly, she felt the same powerful desire that had stolen her reason in Shawnee’s bed grip her again. The man’s cock was thickening even as she held it. She lifted the head to her pouting lips and kissed it gently, then began to lap at it like a cat. His cock grew steadily, swelling until it stood rock hard off his body, no longer requiring her support. She still did hold it though, enjoying the sensation, and slowly stroked it as she suckled on its head.

He was beginning to moan low now, and Clara marvelled at the size of his cock. It was much bigger than the vibrator. She estimated it was more than a foot long, and it was so thick her hand could not close around it, her clear nail varnish glinted distantly at her thumb.

When she opened her mouth and slowly swallowed perhaps two inches of his immense cock, he pulled out of her.

His voice was thick and desperate. “I’ve got to have you,” he whispered.

He pulled her up and spun them, pressing her against the wall and lifting her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him to hold herself up. Clara felt his monster cock pressing against her dripping wet cunt and suddenly realised she was as desperate to have him inside her as he was to fuck her. One hand under her ass, squeezing between her cheeks to brush delicately at her asshole, the stranger’s other hand tugged down her top, spilling her left breast out. He sucked on her nipple, then bit it as he rammed the full length of his cock into her. She screamed in pain as he split her cherry, but as he kept fucking her and kept lapping at her delicate nipple she began to feel a pleasure growing that made even the unbelievable orgasm Shawnee had given her seem insignificant. Somewhere, she thought that this experience would only make her time with Den Buck better.

His thick cock strained inside her, her tiny young cunt gripping it with fiery ardour and making it fight for every inch. Agonisingly, ecstatically, finally he managed to slide it all the way in, the monster bathing in her teenaged arousal.

“You’re so tight,” he breathed. “Oh, God! You’re so tight.”

Slowly, but then with increasing speed he began to stroke his huge cock in and out of her virgin pussy. Clara felt it, stretching her, fulfilling her. She began to moan, and ran her hand through the rough hair of the stranger’s head. As she felt her pleasure peaking Clara closed her eyes and leaned her head back, over and over whispering “I’m coming” to the sky.

She kept uttering it well after her second orgasm had begun to build from the relentless fucking of the bakirkoymarka.com stranger’s huge cock. He was moaning now, too, though it sounded almost despairing and she wondered if she was doing something wrong. She looked at him to see what the matter was, and saw her father standing shocked and destroyed watching her fuck a complete unknown. He turned and walked quickly away.

She battered at the stranger’s shoulders until he put her down, his fat cock plopping out of her pussy with a slow thick glottal sound. She tugged down her skirt and up her blouse and chased her daddy.

Clara grabbed his shoulder and spun him round. He broke her grip with one rough shrug and shoved her back. She fell and her skirt rucked up, exposing her red raw and sopping cunt. Her father looked away in disgust and she covered her cunt with her hand.

“I was so proud of you,” he said, crying, “and now I find you’re just a little slut who’ll fuck anybody. Listen carefully now.” He was all business, and Clara knew whatever he said now, he would mean to the grave. “You are no longer my daughter. I will never see you again. You will not come home, not even to get clothes. All you have is what you’ve got now.”

He walked off, utterly calm. Clara chased him again, begging him to stop. He drove off without a word.

Finally, she walked back to where the stranger had fucked her. He was standing there, smoking a cigarette, his thick cock trapped behind his jeans again.

“That your dad?” he asked. “He pissed?” he inquired, after she had nodded.

“He’s thrown me out,” Clara said and at last burst into tears. She fell at his feet, hugging his legs and sobbing, her cheek resting against his big dick.

There was only one good thing left in her life. “Can you get me backstage now?”

“Um… sorry, girl, but… I mean, I was just wanting to get some head from a pretty teenager. I don’t know the fucking band.”

He walked off, Napoleon in rags, leaving her sprawled in a foetus on the ground.

Two months later, Clara had burned through all the money she had had in her purse that night, frugality not being a virtue she had cultivated. She sat in an all-night diner, abusing the bottomless coffee mug policy. Then she saw him watching her.

He sat in the corner booth, gaunt and tall and pale against the red fake leather. His hair was longer than hers and jet black, straggly. His eyes were dark as his hair and utterly empty of any life or interest, but still she felt his regard inspecting her pert body. From time to time people came in and gave him money for little baggies. When she saw the amount of money, she went over and offered what she had left to him.

Clara and her mystery tramp drifted across the country slowly, stuttering back and forth over state lines at his whim. One night, they stayed in a derelict house in Florida, a beachfront property of three floors, all shattered windows and crumbling plaster, the work of teenagers and the sea air. In the top floor bathroom, they stood surrounded by used condoms and charred cigarettes, Clara resting naked, arms braced in front of a mirror covered in an intricate cobweb of minor fractures. In the mirror, she looked into his empty eyes as he lined his hard cock up with her no longer virgin asshole and forced it all the way home. The pain from his entries had disappeared now and she felt only the rough pleasure of his cock in her ass.

He was not as big as the stranger – if he had been, she doubted she could ever have accommodated him there – but he was still pretty well-hung. As he fucked her in long slow strokes of unvarying rhythm, one hand played with her breasts, cynically caressing her nipples in the perfect way to get her off. The other mechanically fondled her clit – every time they screwed he brought her to multiple screaming orgasms, without once seeming to care. Even as she gasped her pleasure, he didn’t react, just kept fucking her perfectly. At last he came, spilling his come inside her ass from where it would later trickle coldly out.

Once he was done he pulled out and went into the other room to lie down. Clara walked over to the window in the gable end of the house, letting the wind caress her nude body. The chill brought her small nipples to almost painful stiffness and the air cooled her moist pussy. In the distance she could see the flickering lights of a beach party rearing against the sky. She could hear the cheerful sounds of happy people having fun, mingling with the strains of a good sound system blasting out bad music – musical soundtracks and Kenny G. But then someone with taste must have changed the CD because suddenly Bob Dylan was singing.

“How does it feel to be on your own, a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?”

So she’d fucked up her life, had she? So what? So she’d ended up sitting in the ruins of a once proud house, her ass raw from the careless attentions of a lover who didn’t care about her. So what? How did it feel?

Clara wished she could go to him, go to those carefree fools at the beach party and tell them that each day she felt a little less terrible, as she drowned in her unknown little life.

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When Astrid finally got home that Friday morning she stripped and stood in front of the mirror. She knew she should shower, but first she just wanted to look at herself. She patted her big stomach, examining it as if it had gotten larger. “Should have,” she thought, “all the semen I swallowed. Who woulda thought I could blow him three times, and he’d still be able to fuck me so many times.” While she’d had a good time the night before, the man she spent it with had been very lucky indeed.

She thought about the fact that for years she had been so self-conscious of her size, letting the feeling that she could never be attractive keep her captive so long. So long that she let her marriage slip away. Let her husband go seeking sex in someone else’s bed. Then the long months since her divorce, hiding in her apartment without the nerve to go out. Yet last night her friend Sharon had convinced her to go out and try to have fun. What fun she had. She met a man who made her proud of her size. “BBW” was what he called her. She truly felt like a Big Beautiful Woman now. And, despite the fact she knew he was married, she went back to his room and they had sex nearly all night. “Oh why, girl,” she said to the image in the mirror, “why did you wait so long? Had you forgotten how much you like sex? Like fucking? Like the feel of a man in your cunt? And in your mouth?” Well, she remembered now, and she didn’t intend to forget again.

“When he gets back to town, boy will I have a treat for him. Think I’ll take him on a trip this time,” she smiled to herself. “A trip around the world.” With that pleasant thought, she headed off to the shower to wash the man-smell off the outside of her.

Astrid’s wish for more time with Len was to be realized sooner than either of them knew. When he got back to work the following week his boss informed him he’d have to attend a follow-up meeting in two weeks. “Sorry Len, but this time they want to meet on Saturday. You’ll have to fly out Friday afternoon, and probably won’t get back until Sunday. Hope your wife won’t mind too much.”

“She’ll be okay with it,” he said, adding to himself, “as long as she doesn’t find out what I’m doing.”

He called Astrid even before he called his wife. He was delighted when she said she’d meet his plane and drive him to town.

Finally the big night got there. As Len got off the plane he spotted Astrid waiting in the passageway. “Damn she’s a good looking woman,” he thought, admiring the fact that she made no attempt to hide her size, almost flaunting it. “Hmm,” he thought as she walked toward him, “I don’t believe Astrid’s wearing a bra.” He enjoyed watching her big tits bounce as she approached.

“Hi,” she said. “Have a good flight?” Astrid took his arm and started walking him toward the terminal.

“Sure,” Len answered. “Did you have to wait long?” He tried to hide his surprise and disappointment that she displayed no affection or even enthusiasm in greeting him. He’d at least expected an embrace if not a kiss.

“Any plans tonight?” she asked, confusing him further.

“After I get checked in at the hotel I thought we’d go to dinner if you like.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

After they picked up his luggage, she directed him to the parking garage where she had parked at the far end of the lot. When they got to her car she grabbed him. Holding him tight, she forced her tongue into his mouth. As she broke the kiss, continuing to hold his body tight against her, he asked, “Why the cold treatment in the terminal?”

“I thought maybe there’d be people there you knew. People you didn’t want to know about me.”

“Oh, I was afraid you weren’t happy to see me.”

“Oh yeah, baby,” she said, pressing herself against him. “I’m very happy to see you.” As she rubbed her thigh against his she added, “And I can tell that you’re happy to see me too.” She then kissed him again and their tongues met. Len’s hand found itself under her blouse and she moved away just enough that he could slide it up until he was enjoying that wonderful feeling of squeezing a soft, naked tit. Astrid moaned against his mouth as he pinched her nipple, then pulled back and said, “Get in the car lover. I want a taste of what you brought me.

Obediently he got in the passenger seat and she went around to the driver’s door. Instead of sitting in the seat, she got on her knees and leaned across. As she kissed him again he could feel her trying to unzip his pants. He reached down and helped her get the it lowered. She fished his cock out of his shorts, bent, and smoothly took him completely into her mouth. As she deep-throated him Len could feel her tongue teasing. She slid him in and out while she worked a hand back into his shorts and grasped his balls. As pulled the dick out of her mouth and said, “Oh yes, I’m very glad to see you.” With that she pulled her hand out of his pants and swiveled into her seat.”

“You’re not gonna finish what you started?” he asked.

“I said I just wanted escortkagithane.org a taste,” she said smiling. Starting the car, she added, “Don’t worry, I’ll finish that when we get to the hotel. Now put that thing away and let’s get going. I’m gonna take you ’round the world tonight.” Len wondered to himself what she meant, but didn’t say anything as he zipped up and fastened his seat belt. He put his hand on Astrid’s thigh and squeezed it as she pulled out. He moved his hand to her crotch and rubbed it, feeling the heat of her sex.

“Hey, watch it.” she said with a smile. “You want me to have a wreck. You keep that up and we’ll never make it to the hotel.”

“Just wanted a quick feel,” Len said as he took his hand out of her crotch. “I’ve been thinking about that pussy for two weeks.”

“You’re gonna get all of that pussy you can take tonight. So just hold your horses.” Luckily it wasn’t a long drive to the hotel.

As soon as they got in the hotel room, Len dropped his bags on the floor and grabbed Astrid and kissed her hard. He returned his hand to her crotch and found it hot and damp. “Yes, that’s yours tonight,” she said, pushing him back. But I’ve got something to finish first.” With that, she pushed him back onto the bed. Kneeling between his knees, they both worked at getting his pants and shorts off. Once again she deep-throated him and caressed his nuts.

This time she sucked his cock in earnest: alternately burying her nose in his pubic hair and removing him and licking around his crown. Len could feel the orgasm she was working on approach, but just before he came . . . brrrng! Looking up, Astrid said, “Who the hell could that be?”

“Only one person,” he said bitterly, his hard-on fading. Leaning over he grabbed the phone by the bed. He was right – his wife.

“Yes dear. I got here fine.” Astrid rubbed his dick against her cheek.

“No, I’ll be home Sunday morning. I’ll take care of all that Sunday.” She cradled his balls in her hand and blew on them.

“And I don’t have to go in Monday. I’ll get it all done.” Astrid ran her tongue around his sac.

Astrid grinned up at him while she played with his cock and balls, listening to him try to placate his nagging wife. While Len tried to concentrate on the phone call, Astrid unbuttoned her blouse, releasing her large breasts. She then nestled his dick between those soft globes. He felt himself begin to harden again as she pressed her tits together, trapping him and working him up and down.

“Sure dear. I’ll take you out to eat Sunday.” Len leaned back slightly so his dick extended up out of it”s silken trap.

“No, we’ll go somewhere nice.” Astrid bent her head and licked him, still fucking him with her cleavage.

“No, it wasn’t my idea to have this meeting on the weekend.” Astrid sucked up the drop of pre-cum seeping from him.

“I know it’s not fair. But it’s my job, I’ve got to do it.” Len bit his lip to keep from moaning as his lover bounced her tits up and down, stimulating him almost to the point of no return.

“I’ve got to get off here now. They’re waiting for me to go to dinner.” Len hoped he could get the bitch off the phone before it was too late as Astrid continued to titty-fuck him. “Sure dear, me too. Goodbye now.” With a sigh of relief he hung up the phone.

Astrid released his dick and rubbed it around on her cheek, streaking herself with the sticky stuff leaking from him. Looking him in the eye, Astrid said, “Your choice . . . mouth or tits. Where do you wanna cum?”

“Mouth. Yes please, make me cum in your mouth,” Len whispered.

“Good choice,” Astrid responded before taking him fully into her mouth again. After sliding her lips up and down on him, she moved until just his head was between her lips.

She twirled her tongue around his cock-head, causing him to moan. “Oh god, Astrid. Make me cum. Make me cum please. Fuck me with your mouth.” Obligingly, she sucked him in again and, as she looked him in the eyes, bobbed her head up and down – truly fucking him with her mouth. “Oh yes, OHYES,” he hollered as he began to spasm. She continued keeping eye contact as he repeatedly spurted into her throat and she swallowed the sweet cream.

Finally spent, he collapsed back onto the bed. She pulled him out and rubbed his shrinking dick against her face. “Damn that was good. Baby, I love the taste of your cum.”

“Yes it was good. So fucking good.” He pulled her up by the shoulders and she laid across his chest, kissing him. As she stuck her tongue into his mouth he again tasted his own sex on her lips. After kissing a little longer, she rolled over on her back. Len got to his elbows and leaned over to suck her nipples while his hand went back to her crotch.

Astrid let him suckle her tits and rub her pussy for a while, then pushed him away. “Didn’t you promise me dinner?”

“Can’t I have a little taste first? You got your appetizer.”

“There’ll be escortortakoy.com plenty of that for you tonight. But I’m hungry now.”

“Okay,” he said giving up. “Let’s go to dinner.”

As they both got their clothes back on, he said, “I want to apologize for the phone call. She’s always checking up on me.”

“I didn’t mind. I liked teasing you,” Astrid replied. “Besides, tonight she’s got good reason to check on you. Me! I’m the one screwing her husband, the one getting what she isn’t.”

“Hell, she isn’t even wanting what you’re getting.”

“Then she’s both a bitch and a fool. Now, let’s go to dinner.”

As they started to leave, Len looked at Astrid and asked, “You know you’ve got semen on your face?”

“Yep. I’m gonna wear it proudly. It’s an ego thing. If anyone is interested, I want them to know I’m the lucky one you’re doing tonight.”

“You are so crazy,” Len said with a smile. “I just hope someone notices that I just got a blow job from this beautiful woman.” This brought a smile to Astrid’s stained face as they headed out to the restaurant.

Sure enough, as the waitress was taking Astrid’s order, Len saw her looking at the streaks on his lover’s face. The woman then turned to him and Len could see she was grinning. She looked back at Astrid’s face, then at Len, “And what would you like?” she asked. “Or should I say what else would you like?” she added with a wink.

Dinner couldn’t be over soon enough for Len. And Astrid seemed to be thinking the same thing as she ate very quickly. As soon as they were done, Len went to the desk to pay his tab while Astrid went on out the door. After taking his money, the cashier said, “Y’all have a good time tonight now,” and she too winked at him. It was clear that the waitress had shared her observations about them with the rest of the staff. With that thought making him even hornier, he joined Astrid on the street.

Smiling at him she said, “I think I’ve made the whole joint envious. Did you see them looking at us . . . at my face?”

“Yes Darlin’, I did.” With that he pulled her to him and kissed her. That’s when he noticed the dark alley next to the restaurant. He edged Astrid into the dark, and kissed her harder. As their tongues dueled, his hand found her crotch again. “You’re still hot down there, lady. Love it,” he said as he groped her pussy in earnest.

“Of course I’m hot. I’m with the hottest guy in town tonight. And if you keep that up we may not make it back to the . . . oh yeah,” as Len pressed his hand harder between her legs and forced the denim seam between her pussy lips. “God that feels good. Watch out baby.”

“I am watching out,” he said. I’m watching out for you to cum for me right here.” He could feel the dampness even through the thick denim.

“Un hunh,” she sighed. “That feels good, so good.” He continued to press his hand to her and soon there were moans coming out of her mouth. “Someone will see us,” she protested weakly.

“So what,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind. But I’m not gonna stop until you cum for me. Cum for me, Astrid.” The woman seemed to sag against his hand until he was nearly holding her up by her cunt.

“Okay lover. Do it. Rub my pussy. Make me cum, make me cum.” He continued rubbing as hard as he could. Suddenly she tightened her thighs around his hand and moaned, “Oh god, oh god, oh hell yes.” He could feel her whole body shake and an orgasm ran through her. “OHFUCK!” Her yell was muffled against his chest. He continued to rub and she continued to shake and cry out until she finally pushed him away. “Enough. Enough for now. Let’s get back to the hotel, baby. I want you in me.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said releasing her.

When they got back to the room, Len closed the door and locked it. Turning around he saw that Astrid already had her blouse off and jeans halfway down. She kicked them aside and laid back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Len could see that the white cotton panties she wore were very wet. He walked over and ran his fingers against her pussy through the damp cloth. “Did I do that?”

“You sure as hell did,” she answered. “And keep doing it.”

Len stepped back and just looked at the big woman on his bed. “Damn I like looking at your body.”

“There’s a lot to look at,” she said with a smile. As he watched, Astrid rubbed her own crotch.

“Oh, that’s nice, baby. I love to see you do that.” With this encouragement, she stuck her hand into her panties. He could tell that she had her fingers in her pussy.

“Get your clothes off, buster. I wanna see you naked too.”

“Just keep doing that while I get undressed.” He quickly removed his clothes while she continued to finger-fuck herself. When he was completely undressed he got on his knees, his head poised over her wet panties.

Slowly he pulled the panties down and smiled as he watched her fingers working in and out. Finally he pulled her hand out and sucked her fingers into his beyogluweb.com mouth. “Hmmm,” he said. That tastes so good. I love your sex.” With that, he dipped his tongue into her.

“That feels good too,” she said. But come up here. I need a cock – now – and yours is the only one around here. Obligingly he positioned himself between her legs and rubbed his cock-head against her wet pussy lips. “Give it to me. Give it to me NOW.” With one thrust he buried himself completely into her.

“God babe, you are so hot and so wet,” he said. Bending over he sucked on one of her nipples while she pinched the other.

“Fuck me hard, Len. I’m about to cum again.” With that Len began began banging in and out, his thighs slapping against hers and his balls bouncing on her big ass. “Fuckfuckfuck,” she muttered over and over. “Fuckfuckfuckmehard.” Suddenly she screamed, “YESYESYESI’MCUMMING!” Len could feel her cunt muscles constricting around him as her back arched. Astrid pressed herself violently against him, twisting and bouncing as her climax shook her. Len held still, riding out the orgasm while trying to stave off his own. When she was finally still again he resumed sliding in and out, slowly and gently this time. “Lay next to me,” she asked, “and do me from the side like you did last time.”

“Sure thing,” he said as he pulled out. Len lay next to her and they entwined their legs until he was pushing against her pussy again. Once more he thrust all the way into her, going deeper from this angle.

“I love it when you do me in this position. You go so much further into me with my big belly out of the way.”

“I like it too,” he said. “I can fuck you and still watch while you play with yourself. You know that turns me on. Play with yourself, Astrid. Rub your clit for me while I fuck you.” With a smile, she began fingering herself. Len was pleased when this drew a moan from her. Astrid closed her eyes and, still masturbating, she pressed herself against him, trapping her fingers between her clit and his pubic bone. Len could feel that he was getting near. He thrust harder, repeatedly slapping against her.

“That’s it, that’s it, lady.” Len slammed against her one more time, then held still, buried as deeply in her as he could get. He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh shit, here I cum!” With one last push he felt himself begin to explode.

“Give it to me. Give me your cum,” she shouted. Len could feel her cunt bite hard on him as his dick spurted. She cried out once more and he knew she was cumming too, cumming with him.

Over and over he spasmed until he couldn’t do it again. Astrid continued bucking a while before she wore out too. Len laid still, his soft cock still embedded in his lover’s pussy. He could feel their combined juices running out of her and across his thigh. “We’re leaving one hell of a wet spot, Lover.”

“Neither one of us is doing the laundry, are we? So let’s not worry about it. Besides, when I get through with you you’re gonna sleep just fine even if you are laying in it.”

“Me. I thought you’d lay in it.”

“Don’t think so. Guess we’ll just have to stay up until it dries.” Len finally slipped out of her, so he turned and kissed her. “Besides,” Astrid said when the kiss ended. “You’ve got one more stop to make before you complete this trip I promised.”

“Trip?” Len said quizzically. He had not really understood what she meant when she said she was taking him around the world.

“If you don’t know, I’ve got a great surprise for you then. But first, I gotta pee.” With that she disengaged herself from Len and headed for the bathroom. Len heard her emptying her bladder, then she called out, “Come here a minute, Hon.” He went to the bathroom and found her still sitting on the commode. “Get me a washcloth, will you. Someone spilled all this cum on me and I need to clean up.”

Obediently he wet a cloth and handed it so her. As he watched, she wiped her thighs, then her pussy. Handing it back to him, she reached over and took a hold of his limp dick. “Oooh,” she said with a mock frown, “someone’s pretty sticky. Maybe we ought to jump in the shower and get clean before we go on.”

“Sounds good to me,” Len said.

As soon as the water was warm enough, they both got under the shower. Astrid rubbed her wet body against his and kind of jiggled to increase the friction. Then she turned her back to him and handed him the shampoo. “Dribble this down my back, lover.” Obediently he did so, then rubbed himself against her now slick backside. Astrid squirmed until she had him wedged between her butt cheeks. “Feel good, Hon?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, it sure does,” he said. Len reached around her and cupped her pussy in his hand. He rubbed until her pubic hair was foaming with soapsuds. He then slid three fingers into her wet box as she ground against his hand and his captive dick.

“Hmm,” she sighed. “That feels to good.” Len continued moving his hand in out as she squirmed, stimulating him against her ass. Finally she said, “We better rinse off and get out of here before it’s too late. They separated and took turns standing under the shower spray, rinsing the soap off their bodies. Finally, Len directed the spray directly on her pussy and cupped his hand under it, cleaning all the bubbles from her.

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It has been more than four years since I’ve posted anything new here. I have a whole bunch of stories in various stages of completion, but this is the first one that I’ve finished in a while (I don’t publish anything until the whole story is completed). The idea for this two part story came to me when I was thinking about all of the people, mostly young women, who seem to be famous just for being famous without any discernable talent, and the ways that they manage to stay in the public eye. If you want to think “Kardashian,” I’m not going to disagree. I thought about what it would be like if you were a childhood friend of someone like that. And because this is Literotica, I thought about what it would be like if you had sex with someone like that, back in the day, and then met them, years later, after they were famous.

I put this into Erotic Coupling, but there isn’t a huge amount of sex, and I’ve made no attempt to try to make the lives or work of the two main characters at all realistic. If anything, it is satire, and, I hope, amusing.

To be abundantly clear—all persons in this story engaging in any sexual activity are over 18 years of age.

It was already a good day, and it wasn’t even lunchtime. It’s not every day that you close a deal that pays you millions of dollars in exchange for a new app that you developed. Sometimes it still amazes me that I have a talent for coming up with ideas for popular apps, despite not having the ability to actually create them. I am, though, smart enough to surround myself with a team of incredibly talented coders and marketing experts to bring my ideas to fruition. Today’s deal related to my latest idea, Cityzenz. You may have heard about it—the idea came to me when I was driving, and some moron cut me off. Now, with Cityzenz, if you have your phone mounted and the camera facing out, it takes a picture of the idiot’s license plate, and sends it anonymously to local law enforcement with a brief explanation of their idiocy. And posts it across numerous social media platforms The police were pissed at first, but the politicians saw that it has made people drive more carefully, so they have started to sign on, and this momentum is what is making me richer. My goal was to get totally out before the inevitable litigation.

I’m the guy who came up with Turst, which I thought of in the shower—I mean, why not have a Yelp-like app, but focused not on restaurants, but on just rating the tourist attractions that you visit between meals, but more specific and robust than TripAdvisor, and less annoying? That one took me from couch surfing to my first millions when I sold it to a competitor which took my better guts and replaced the admittedly suboptimal interface. Then, sitting on the toilet one day, I thought that people might want to merge pictures of themselves with their pets. Yep, that turned into Smush. Which was kind of hot for a while, but I was able to cash in before it went cold. And my team and I also spat out Doink, Feldspar and Klobber, by which point, I had made so much money that even after paying my employees generously, I didn’t know what to do with it all. After buying a nice car, a fancy apartment, a few grown-up toys, and a small house upstate, I gave a bunch of it away, quietly, to various charities. So, while I’m still crazy rich, and have actually hung out with Bill and Melinda (once), I pretty much fly under the radar. No parties or openings, and my name isn’t on anything.

It was a beautiful day in New York, and I was feeling good as I left my lawyer’s office in midtown, so I decided to walk back to my apartment on the Upper West Side. I was in the revolving door, when I noticed a commotion on the street. When the door spat me out, I crashed immediately into the back of a photographer trying to take a picture of someone who seemed to be surrounded by a crowd of frenzied gawkers, an entourage and bodyguards. Although I had become a pretty blasé New Yorker since moving here, this level of hysteria piqued my interest, and I tried to see who, or what, was at the center of the maelstrom.

It took me nearly a block of walking to be able to get a clear view through the crowd, and when I saw who was causing the commotion, I felt a pit in my stomach. I pushed closer, trying to work my way through the crowd to get near her. She was still gorgeous. Too much makeup now for my taste, but it was definitely her. She was, of course, dressed to ostentatiously show off her substantial, famous assets, with her blond hair perfectly styled for her face. Normally, I would flee from a public situation like this, but seeing her after so long overrode my usual caution. I wedged my way in as close as I could, and when she turned my way, her eyes locked onto mine.

I yelled out, “Linzer!”

She stopped short, causing the crowd behind her to stumble into each other, and the crowd in front to stagger to a halt. A big, bodyguard type rammed into me, and I crashed into a photographer. Then she smiled and yelled, “Tater!” She nodded to the big guy next to me, and I found sislident.com myself inside the perimeter.

“Oh my god, Tater. It’s been years!” She enveloped me in a hug, and I was pressed against her celebrated curves. She smelled, well, she smelled like cheap perfume trying heroically to smell like expensive perfume. I could hear cameras clicking and even flashes going off, and I realized that the anonymity which I had tried so hard to maintain was about to end. Because when the most famous woman in the world hugs you in the middle of midtown Manhattan in front of dozens of paparazzi and even more regular citizens with cell phones, your cover is definitely blown.

The next thing I knew, our scrum was moving again, and I was shoved, with Linzer and a few hangers on, into a limo which began to pull away. Before I could say anything, she said, “Tater, you need to come with me so we can catch up.”

I really had no options, and to be fair, it seemed like a better idea than going home to my empty apartment.

***

It took a series of unlikely events over a number of years for Lindsay Applewood to be my prom date. First, the Applewoods had to have moved three houses down the street from me when I was in fourth grade. Second, we were both the same age, only children, and became friends immediately, spending days traipsing in and out of each other’s houses as if we lived there. Third, by middle school, it became clear that Lindsay was extraordinarily beautiful. Fourth, I was incredibly shy with the opposite sex, and by the time we got to high school, Lindsay had left me behind, in what, in retrospect, was an early manifestation of her need to be the center of attention. I was with the nerdier kids, and she was with the popular ones. She was never great in school, but was precocious in the ways that seemed important back then. Fifth, my first real girlfriend, Angie Newton, decided to break up with me before Christmas break senior year, because, apparently, I wasn’t attentive enough to her needs. By which, she meant, I later found out, that I occasionally wanted to spend time playing video games with my male friends and even, sometimes, just wanted to watch TV or listen to music alone. That she wasn’t attentive to pretty much any of my teenage boy needs apparently didn’t matter.

But the two final events that found me, in a tuxedo, with the most beautiful girl in our class on prom night, were really unlikely. Todd Barrett, Lindsay’s college football star boyfriend, had left his phone in Lindsay’s car, days before prom. Idiot Todd didn’t have any password on the phone, and when Lindsay touched the screen it opened up to a picture of a very naked Todd engaged in some X-rated fun with two very naked girls in their college dorm room, neither of whom were Lindsay. This clear breach of trust gave her the not unjustifiable belief that she had every right to look through the rest of the moron’s pictures, which included a few other candid shots of his cock being put to work in the company of various not-Lindsay girls.

As she later told me, her first instinct was to smash the offending piece of electronic equipment, but instead, she decided to confront the lunkhead with the evidence, hoping, as she said, to have the opportunity to stick the thing so far up his ass that it came out of his mouth. Although that particular indignity did not befall the former All-State wide receiver, his clumsy excuses resulted in, one, a strong kick in the balls by an enraged Lindsay, who then stepped on the phone, breaking it, and two, being informed by his now former girlfriend that he was, contrary to her prior statements, not good in bed, a fact that she would be informing all of the other attractive girls in a three-state area, through the magic of her large social media following.

Heading home in tears, Lindsay retreated to her room until her mother returned home from work. After hearing a somewhat cleaned up version of the events, and commiserating with her daughter, the final unlikely step in the chain began to take shape. Lindsay’s mother called my mother, her best friend, about the events of the day, and it soon became clear to the mothers that the correct solution to the lack of prom dates for their respective children would be for me to escort Lindsay to the affair.

This suggestion was not an immediate hit with either of us. I was a bit intimidated by her at this point. OK, more than a bit. She was way, way out of my league—we weren’t even playing the same game. She was the acknowledged queen of the school, was doing some professional modelling, was rumored to have been with a significant number of guys, including some much older than us, before getting involved with Todd, and we had really not spent much time together over the past few years. Also, I was worried about getting the shit beaten out of me by some or all of the football team out of a misguided sense of loyalty to their teammate.

Lindsay later told me, a bit sheepishly, that she was also not keen on the plan initially, escorttaksim.com because of her concern that her reputation as the alpha girl of our class would be compromised by attending prom with someone who was, at best, a delta, and maybe even as low as a kappa. She had become, to my mind, overly concerned about her reputation, which was a main reason why our relationship had waned. But, she told me, she remembered our childhood friendship fondly, and realized that showing up with me would be worse than having no date at all, meaning that at least I was better than nothing.

Which, even considering my lack of high social standing in high school, was still a bit of an insult. Objectively, I wasn’t bad looking. I was in pretty good shape, had nice hair, and could, if comfortable with my surroundings, carry on a reasonably intelligent and even witty conversation. It was just that I found it hard to talk to the girls who I was attracted to. It wasn’t all girls, because I had no problems talking physics with Jessica Forman, a very smart, friendly and plain girl. But with girls that I thought about in “that” way, I had little confidence, and even less game. My mouth felt full of cotton, and my usually nimble-ish brain slowed to a crawl. But I expected that my initial worries about being with Lindsay would dissipate when we spent time together, and our prior friendship resurfaced, all assuming there was no beat down by Todd and his teammates. Also, there would be alcohol, the great equalizer.

And that’s pretty much how it shook out. She was stunning in a dress that, trust me, was sexier than the more revealing stuff that she wears in public these days. I’m sure our moms have pictures. After an awkward beginning and a little tequila, we started to engage in the fun banter that had characterized our old friendship, and when she pressed against me during the slow dances, I couldn’t have been happier. Or hornier. The prom itself turned out to be pretty amazing, and even better when I saw that Angie had come with some guy who I found out from a plastered Linda Chavez, was her cousin. By the time the thing ended, Lindsay and I were casually holding hands, and it almost seemed as if we had magically become a couple.

Of course, Lindsay was invited to the best after party, being thrown in classic high school cliché style by a rich kid with parents stupid enough to leave the house to a bunch of drunk 18 year olds with raging hormones and little concern for others’ property. As her date, I got to experience this bacchanal, when I would otherwise likely have been with Angie at Calvin Munson’s house drinking Budweiser or worse and eating a 6 foot hero while his parents loomed annoyingly. Luckily, Todd had decided to pass on the prom and postgame festivities, so I avoided getting beaten up.

By about 2 a.m., I was feeling little pain, and had convinced myself that I belonged with both my date and her friends when I felt my arm being tugged. Realizing that it was the beautiful Lindsay, who had changed from her sexy prom dress into a sexy tight short dress that begged the question of how she was able to get into it, and how it didn’t simply tear from the strain of containing her (I was in definitely unsexy jeans and a t-shirt, like pretty much every male at the party), I allowed her to lead me away from the comfortable wall that I was leaning against. In my semi-inebriated haze, I realized that we were walking up a set of stairs, down a hallway that was much longer than private houses should have, and into an empty room whose furnishings were, as best I could tell under the circumstances, limited to a bed. Of course, there were other things in the room, but the bed was pretty much all that I focused on.

I stood there and watched as Lindsay closed the door. There was a pause where neither of us knew what to say. The muffled sounds of the party were still audible, but I was focused on the stunning girl in front of me. Yet I had no idea what she wanted. I mean, I had an idea about what I hoped she wanted, but I couldn’t be sure. Until she turned around and said, “Tater, can you get the zipper?”

Answer, “yes, yes I can.” Somehow, though, I didn’t actually say that out loud, and I found myself unzipping the dress from her neck, down to the curve where the band of her underwear sat on the top of her now world-famous butt. Past the straps and clasps of the engineering marvel that supported the breasts which currently have their own Facebook fan page, Instagram pages and more Tumblrs than are devoted to the President of the United States. Or so I hear. She turned around, peeled the dress from her shoulders, and it dropped to the ground and pooled at her feet. I was, admittedly, paralyzed by the sight, except for one increasingly hard part of my anatomy that seemed capable at that moment of independent action. And when she stepped out of the shockingly tiny pile of fabric, and stood in front of me, clad only in lace panties, the matching push up bra and heels, it became difficult for me to escortbesiktas.com stand, as my blood rushed from my head to support that stiffening part of my body.

Lindsay turned, giving me the full 360 degree view, and said with a smile, “You like?

I gathered a small portion of my wits, and nodded enthusiastically. Words, however, were not forthcoming.

“Tater, if you think that I’m not having sex on prom night, then you don’t know me.”

I knew that I was supposed to say something, and I was able to croak out, “With me?”

Lindsay laughed, sexily. “That’s kind of why I brought you here and had you take off my dress.” Then, she smiled coyly. “Of course, if you’d rather not, I suspect I could find someone interested in this,” she said, gesturing at her body, which one day would be justifiably iconic.

Realizing that I needed to do something, I gathered another portion of my wits and replied, “Of course, I want to.” We were both 18, and there was nothing to stop us.

Lindsay smiled. “Then there’s no reason why we can’t have fun together.” She paused, reached behind herself, unclasped her bra and cast it aside. Now, all these years later, seeing Lindsay’s tits is pretty much one of the easiest things that you can do on the Internet. And I have to admit to having looked at them more than a few times over the years. For old time’s sake, of course. But seeing them live, on her 18 year old body, for the first time, was pretty incredible. Despite their size, they seemed to counteract gravity. “So, Tate, you know what to do, right?”

In retrospect, I think she was asking me to start getting undressed, but unfortunately, I misinterpreted her meaning, which is excusable considering the distracting sight of the topless Lindsay Applewood, the amount of booze I had drunk and the fact that the blood that normally would be in my brain had relocated somewhat to the south. So, instead of just getting naked and getting busy, I had to say, “Actually, no, I’ve never done this before.”

This time, Lindsay was speechless. She put one of her hands over her mouth to stifle a laugh, or a gasp, or something, but all I noticed was the jiggling of her breasts and their swollen red nipples. “Never?”

“No, not once.”

“Why not? You’re a good looking, nice, funny guy.”

She thought that? All of a sudden, I didn’t feel like a total dweeb. “I guess the opportunity never presented itself. I’m kind of shy with girls, and no one really seemed interested.”

“You went out with Angie Newton, right? She wouldn’t?”

I shook my head.

“Did she at least suck your cock?”

Another head shake.

“Hand job?”

Another, sheepish head shake.

“What a fucking prude. You’re better off without her. I mean, Tate, I could think of at least 5 or 6 of my friends who would definitely have fucked you, if I only knew. You should have told me. We’re friends. I would have taken care of you.”

“I guess I was embarrassed.”

She came closer to me, those perfect breasts preceding her, and they pressed against my t-shirt as she hugged me. It was like we were dancing again, except for the part about the naked breasts and lace panties. My cock, which had flagged a bit during the embarrassing confession part of the evening, sprung back to full mast again, and Lindsay ground her crotch against it. “Then, Tate, as your oldest friend, I need to help you out.”

The next thing I knew, her tongue was in my mouth, and I found my hands resting on her now-legendary ass. She pulled back long enough to start taking my shirt off, and I decided to speed things up by virtually ripping it over my head and tossing it behind me.

Then, those full, warm and firm globes, pale white with their darker, large areolae and thick, hard nipples, were pressed against my smooth chest, and we were kissing again, while Lindsay moved us toward the bed.

When she reached the end, she sat down on the edge, undid my belt and pants button, pulling them down carefully, because of my protruding cock. She smiled again, before freeing it from my boxers, which also found their way to the floor. I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my socks, when Lindsay grabbed it. And, being an inexperienced, horny teenager, this was enough to send me over the edge. I shot a stream of cum onto her beautiful face, then a second onto those tits. I could see the surprised look in her eyes, but her hand never left my shaft, and she even gave it a couple of squeezes and pumps before my mortifying eruption ceased.

I was pretty sure that wasn’t the way sex was supposed to go, and was really pissed off at myself. But Lindsay seemed to be completely fine. She actually wiped some of my cum off her face and into her mouth, and seemed the opposite of grossed out. Standing up, cum dripping off her tits onto the floor, she said, “Good, I’m glad we got that out of the way. Now we both can have fun.” It turned out that this was the kind of house that had bathrooms in at least some of the bedrooms, and I watched Lindsay’s amazing butt walk into it, run some water and clean herself off. Despite the weakness in my knees, I just stood there, observing her as she turned and jiggled her way back to me. She wriggled out of her panties, displaying a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair, and pulled back the covers.

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Chapter 02: Exploring the Ropes

Continuing from Chapter 1 – despite the title of the emerging series, there’s no bondage in this portion. But I will get back to that theme.

After my wife surprised me by tying me up and giving me a mind-blowing blow job, I offered to do something for her, and asked for suggestions…

“Mmmm. Well, cuddle me while we catch our breath, for starters. And after that, well, you know that it was a lot of work for me to be the take-charge one just then. You know the things I like…just do them to me!”

She turns so that her head is resting on my arm and we’re facing each other. I give her a kiss on her nose and smile. “Well, I do have some ideas. Let’s see what happens, then!”

She closes her eyes and smiles and I stroke her bare back with my free arm. I start slowly scratching her back, from the tops of her shoulders to where the small of her back starts to curve back out to her gorgeous ass. Up and down and across, pausing to knead the muscles around her shoulder blades.

Eventually, I run my fingers down her well-toned arm, and intertwine my digits with her own. I lift her hand to my mouth, kissing above her knuckles as one would do a Victorian lady. But next I open her hand and slowly massage the palm, working out to the tip of each finger, caressing each digit and admiring her always-flawless polish job. I give the palm of her hand a passionate kiss, and then more kisses down her taut forearms to her elbow, and then up the creamy skin inside her bicep. I push her away now, onto her back, and free my other arm. I want this to be slow and sensuous, and I take her now-free right arm into my hands.

I start to massage her other hand, and look down at her face. Her lightly freckled forehead is smooth and relaxed, her carefully shaped eyebrows arching delicately over her closed eyes. Her cheeks are lightly flushed, her nostrils flaring slightly from the stimulation. Her lovely, talented lips part just a bit so she can breathe a small sigh. I allow myself a moment to take in her beauty, and think about this amazing gift of a woman that went so unappreciated for so long. I can’t undo the past, but I want to show her how much I need her in my life now. I know that great sex won’t solve all our problems, but I can’t make time, the key ingredient in our slow return to one another, move any faster. So I look back at her arm, planting another tender kiss in the crook of her mecidiyekoymarka.com elbow.

I move then up her arm to her shoulders, and run one hand up her side, stroking the soft skin on the side of her breast. I place my lips there next, mirroring my slow ascent of her right globe with my fingers on her left. Mouth and fingers inch towards her nipples, their brown nubs tightening and protruding from the aureole. Goosebumps appear there, and a more forceful sigh escapes my lover’s lips. Finally I close in on my prey, and flick one nipple with my tongue, and the other with my finger.

After a few assertive tongue lashes, I purse my lips and blow. I’m close enough that I can feel her skin cool before I open my mouth and devour the tip of her breast. I rub her with my tongue as hard as I can. I pinch the other side a little tighter, rolling the rubbery skin between my fingers.

She starts to moan a bit, shifting her hips on the bed. I know that this is making her juices flow, and I long to taste them, but want to make her wait a bit longer. I switch sides, moving between her legs to better assault her left nipple with my tongue. She lifts her hips, wanting pressure on her dampening sex, but I keep my legs just out of reach. I begin to reverse my earlier trip, kissing and nibbling my way down her boob to her rib cage.

She runs her hands through my hair, and I briefly consider restraining them with the rope, but I have a different exploration in mind today.

I stick my fingers inside her panties and slide them down her legs, and can smell how hot she is and how badly we both want to get my tongue wrapped around her clit. But patience is a virtue, and so I start a leisurely trip up her leg starting at her ankle. I’m not a foot guy, but a well-defined ankle is a basic must for me as an unabashed leg man. The legs don’t have to be long, but when they’re firm, with a bit of muscle showing and a slender, strong ankle at their base, I want to devour them.

And so I do – kissing her calf, the back of her knee and then moving up her inner thigh. I try to tease rather than tickle, but she seizes up at one point and shrieks. I apologize and start in again closer to my target. Her delicate skin gives way to coarse hair. I open my mouth wide and suck in as much of one of her outer labia as I can, evoking a moan from the head of the bed. I do the same on the other side, and then move my fingers plusescort.com up, gently spreading her flower open for me.

Her inner lips are slick with her dew, and I put my tongue at the bottom and swipe up, sliding inside of her as far as I can go. I pull back and start again at the bottom and lift my whole head until my tongue reaches her little nubbin. I flick back and forth across it, and get an appreciative “Yes!” in response.

Unable to wait any longer, I plunge in, covering her clit and the surrounding area with my mouth, sucking it in and bearing down with my tongue. She spreads her legs wider to give me better access. I moan myself, adding those subtle vibrations to the thrashing her clit is getting from my tongue. My hands reach under her legs and up to her breasts, and I pinch each nipple lightly between my fingers, rolling them back and forth in rhythm with my oral assault on her magnificent pussy.

“Oooh,” she moans. “That feels so good. Put something inside me, too!”

I lift my head just long enough to wet my middle and ring fingers in my mouth, and then slide them into her vagina. I make a few in-and-out strokes and then concentrate on the area just inside her opening, using the pads of my fingertips to massage back and forth on her upper wall as I continue to lick and suck her clit.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep doing that,” she begs.

I keep it up for another couple minutes, but I have another idea. “Hold on a sec,” I say in response to her whimpers, when I get up and move to the edge of the bed. I duck my hand into the toy cabinet and grab a couple of things and then turn over onto my back. “Come get on top of me, baby,” I ask.

She looks over and says, “Well, hello, there!” when she notices my newly hard cock sticking up from my middle. I open the condom packet and roll it on my member, and then she obligingly gets up on her knees and swings one leg over me. Arms on either side of my head, she leans in for a deep kiss, then says “I don’t know if I can come like this, sweetie. And I need you to make me come – you do it so well.”

“Let’s see what we can do,” I suggest, and reach down to hold my prick up. She obliges, and lines her soaking twat up and slowly sits back, sinking me into her.

As she starts to rock back and forth, I reach under the pillow for my other prop, and turn the end to start it up. I pull the buzzing vibrator out and her eyes widen in topkapiescortbul.com surprise. “I thought this might get us at least closer to the holy grail of coming together – no faking required,” I explain.

I pull her down to me for a long kiss, tweaking her nipples as I thrust up into her. Her wet warmth grasps my penis, and I thrust up and stay there, grinding my pelvis into this gorgeous woman, almost wishing we could stay like that forever. I start stroking again, knowing I have some catching up to do if we’re going to make this work. The buzzing numbness of sexual ecstasy slowly starts creeping up the back of my neck, and so I push my lover to sit up. Once back on top, she leans back slightly and uses her strong legs to work me in and out of her.

I take the vibrator and tease her a bit with it up the inside of her legs, but move quickly to our meeting point. I slip a finger between us and find her love button and strum it a few times, then replace it with the toy.

“Mmmh. Oooh,” she says, eyes closed as she concentrates on the feelings gathering in her groin. I feel her walls convulse slightly and envelop my member, and I start thrusting up again. Somehow I manage to keep pushing into her with my hips while keeping the vibe on target, allowing my wife to lean back and just enjoy the sensations. My balls begin to ache a little as they start to draw up, and I see her brow creased in concentration, her lips alternately pursed tightly and slightly agape as she moves closer to her own reward.

The buzzing plastic sends tremors along my dick through the walls of her delicious canal, and I can tell I’m getting closer to another face-melting orgasm. Now I know why the ladies love these things so much! As I reach the point of no return, I hear her “yeah, yeah, yeah,” letting me know she’s right on the edge. Her contracting, vibrating vaginal walls are gripping me and making this feel incredible.

I make one last stab towards her womb and my jizz starts to fill the condom. My explosion pushes my spectacular wife over the edge into her own blissful orgasm, and she gasps, throwing her head back and moaning as it washes over her body. I start to pull the vibrator away, but she grabs my wrist to keep me there, enjoying the aftershock rippling through our joined bodies.

We gasp for a few moments, and then I reach for her to pull her back close to me. The warmth of her body against mine comforts me, as I slowly shrink and fall out of her. I stroke her hair and caress her back as we wordlessly enjoy the moment. My enormous good fortune, nearly squandered, to be with this person who fulfills me in so many ways rushes into my consciousness, and I wrap my arms around her to pull her close, praying that we’ll never be pulled apart.

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