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I had a long day. I didn’t even realize how badly my feet hurt until I sat down and had to get back up again. I reeled back and almost fell on my ass. Oh, how funny that would have been to all my coworkers. I walked back into the kitchen and got rid of the last of my dishes. I waved an enthusiastic goodbye to all my friends and started to walk out. Then I ran into Joe.

Joe, Joe….how do I describe him? In a word, HOT. Picture a stunning mid-twenties man with a degree. He’s over six feet tall, built like a boxer. Nice strong jaw, classic baby face, and the clearest blue eyes you’ve ever seen on a brown-haired man. Joe has also agreed to work out with me three times a week to help me get into shape for my adventures to come. Mmm…fitness and kinesiology majors.

He grabbed my forearm as I was leaving.

“Hey Lex….where ya going?”

“Hey, I’m off tonight, man! Sucks to be you!” I retorted. “Why’d you grab me?”

“I thought we were going to work out tonight?” he asked with a stare that could have melted my clothes off. “I didn’t want you to take off without knowing what was going on.”

“So you’re not working? And I know the real reason you’re grabby today. You just have the hots for me!” I exclaimed with a laugh.

He just smiled and told me he wasn’t working. I could feel my motor jump starting right away. His royal hotness wanted to work out with me tonight! If he gave me even half a chance, I’d give him a workout that would surely dehydrate him and leave him panting on the floor. Not wanting to miss my opportunity, I told him to go ahead and follow me home. We could use the small workout room at my apartment complex.

On the drive home, I popped in my mood CD. By the time I landed my boat of a car in my parking space, I felt like my panties were on fire. I unlocked the front door and was thankful I’d had the sense to clean my apartment over the weekend. I showed him the guest bedroom and told him he could change in there. I went into the bathroom and splashed my face with cool water. Then I stripped down and changed into the sexiest workout clothes I could muster….a tank top and boxer shorts. Let me tell you how sexy I felt! Not really…

By the time I had cooled myself down and come out of the bathroom, I found Joe in my living room, making himself comfortable on the couch. I grabbed a couple water bottles and filled them from my bottle in the fridge.

“Don’t make yourself too comfortable, man. I thought we were here to get off some türkçe bahis extra poundage,” I sniggered. “You promised you’d put me through one hell of a workout, and I expect my money’s worth, young man!”

He just smiled that flesh-melting smile at me and stood up, continuing to smile down at me from on high. I had to look away before it was time to go back to the bathroom and cool down again.

He laughed. I grabbed my keys and led him out to my Camaro. Soon, we were speeding along the highway on our way to the track where we would be running. We did deceptively simple exercises that had me aching from the start. He gave me ample time to rest and plenty of time to stretch. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t keep my eyes from his abs and his ass when we were stretching, or laying down to do another rep of exercises.

We finished up by lunging and running a lap. I was surprised that we got along so comfortably since we barely knew each other. He had to spend a lot of time curbing his long stride to match mine so that he could pace me and keep me motivated. Breathing hard and sweating buckets, we both returned to my car and sped back to my place with the windows down, not saying anything. The silence was palpable.

I parked in my space and turned off the car. I turned in my seat and hesitatingly caught his eyes as they leapt up from my chest. I regained my nerves as my body attempted to melt, and I met his eyes as I asked him in. A tacit understanding passed between us as he suddenly closed the distance and covered my lips with his. I faltered for a split second before his probing tongue set my body to tingling. Soon, we were overheating from the late afternoon Texas heat combined with our rising body temperatures. I asked him in for some ice water.

He sat on the couch as I schooled my thoughts into controlling my shaking hands. I filled two glasses with ice and put the tray back in the freezer. I yelped as I suddenly felt a pin prick of arctic sensation graze the back of my neck. Gasping, I turned to see Joe slowly tracing a path from my neck to my chest with a small piece of ice. His icy blue eyes met mine as he coyly said that he just wanted to help me cool down. He didn’t help matters any by following the watery trail of the ice with his warm tongue.

I was so caught up by the sudden seduction that I was desperate to catch a breath. I held him back for a second so I could breathe, and a momentary look of confusion touched his features iddaa siteleri as I looked at him. He began to speak, but I silenced him by grabbing his hips and pulling him toward me. Looking into his eyes, I yanked his shorts down over his hips and his fine, muscular ass. I heard him pant and the ice cube drop to the floor as I took him in my mouth.

Tickling the sensitive underside of his dick with my tongue, I caressed his length and savored the taste and smell of his manhood. For some reason, a hard-working man just smells that much better. I grabbed one of his hands and fed it into the sweaty strands of my hair and felt his other hand follow. I began to lick slowly up and down his shaft while one hand snaked between his legs to gently tug at his balls. My other hand had long since wandered down inside my own shorts. My expert fingers were getting me worked up very quickly. The thought of taking pleasure in a new masculine body had me trembling.

Before I got too excited, I quickly stood up and ran into the guest bedroom, throwing off my tank top and abandoning it to the floor behind me as I fled. I heard him groan loudly and mumble something about teasing as he followed me into the hall, and apparently, paused as he saw my shirt on the floor. I heard him grumbling more, and then him shuffling from room to room in search of me. When he had his back to the doorway where I was hiding, I stepped up behind him and ran my hands under his shirt up his ripped stomach to his rock-like pecs. I sighed heavily, running my fingers lightly over his chest and playfully tweaking his nipples. He turned around and bent down to brush his lips against mine, but I ducked under his arms and ran to the bathroom, laughing.

In the hallway, I lost my bra. Who needs a sports bra for the kind of exercise I had in mind? I gave away my hiding place by giggling with the absurdity of the game we were playing. We both knew what was coming, and were perfectly happy to build the sexual tension until it was unbearable. He found me behind the shower curtain and, as I stood up, grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head and pressing my bare back into the frigid tile. As I tried to squirm away from the cold, he kept me still by stooping down and taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, flicking the underside with his tongue, and looked into my eyes as he made a show of devouring me. I wriggled even harder, trying to conceal my moans and escape his grasp. He decided I wasn’t deneme bonusu veren siteler appreciative enough and took his exquisite mouth from my nipple, content to slowly lap at my breasts, tasting my sweat and licking his lips.

I finally bucked enough to throw him off balance. Dodging around him, I kicked off my running shoes and peeled off my shorts and socks while he picked himself up off the bathroom floor. I ran into my bedroom, no longer trying to hide or prolong the game. He’d already taken off his shirt, and strolled into my bedroom completely naked, his dick pointing me out before he ever laid those electric eyes on me. He gave me a wicked grin, and cornered me. Instead of running again, I turned my back on him, bending over and showing him my round ass as I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I turned around and looked at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

With an appreciative sigh and an even more devilish grin, he came to me, pressing me into the wall as his mouth found mine. He roughly kneaded my breasts as I let out little squeals of pleasure. His hands roamed down my body and cupped my ass cheeks, pulling and pinching them. I slowly raised one leg and wrapped it around his legs, and he easily squeezed my ass while lifting me into the air. I enfolded him with my legs as I felt his hardness resting against my lips. I draped my arms across his powerful shoulders and looked into those lust-glazed eyes as I felt him shove his hips violently forward, impaling me on his hardness.

I couldn’t make a sound…I was completely filled up, and totally engrossed with this powerful man just taking me where I stood. I was taking in ragged breaths and trying not to hit my head on the wall as he withdrew his hips and thrust them forward again. I cried out loudly as he withdrew a third time, and moved his hips in a small circle to tease me. At my moan of protest, he entered me again, and wasted no time in fucking me hard. I found my voice and began to moan loudly as his pistoning behind had me banging wildly into the wall, no doubt disturbing the neighbors. His grunts became loud moans, which I silenced by pulling his mouth to my neck. He sucked on my neck as we threw ourselves at each other faster….faster….harder….

I felt a wave of warmth start in my stomach and then a fluttering inside me. My entire body started to contract and spasm hard and I screamed out my pleasure as I came. He lifted his lips to mine and thrust himself into me one final time, while he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit it. I could feel him shudder and convulse inside me as he emptied himself. He groaned into my mouth, then took a step back, and with me still sitting astride his big cock, allowed himself to fall back on my bed.

Part three coming soon….

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I sat on the toilet in the bathroom at my sister’s house. I was masturbating. I had a pair of my sister’s nylon panties over my face and I inhaled her musky odour as I furiously stroked my erect penis which I had wrapped in a pair of her black satin panties.

The memories came flooding back…………………….

My name is Mike and in 1974 I was eighteen years old. I was a gawky, pimply teenager who was just entering puberty and I seemed to have a constant erection. I attended a college boarding school with my twenty-year-old sister Michele.

Mother had decided it was best for us to attend a co-educational college in the country. What she really meant was that it was best for her to be rid of us. Having fleeced our father of most of his fortune in a messy divorce, she was now riding high living a seventies lifestyle of sex and drugs and rock and roll, and having two teenage children in the house would only cramp her style.

The Graham Academy prided itself on being one of the most progressive educational institutions of the seventies. Just being co-educational was huge step forward for the day. The boys and girls were of course accommodated in sperate dormitories and were never allowed to mix without being chaperoned by the staff; the most any boy ever got away with at the Graham Academy was a stink-finger behind the hall at the annual summer dance. Boys and girls were not allowed to form relationships or fraternise; these were grounds for expulsion.

Boys wore a uniform consisting of grey slacks, white shirt and black shoes; ties and blazers in winter, optional short-sleeves in summer. Girls wore grey skirts and white blouses; ties and blazers in winter of course. But being a progressive school, the dress code allowed some latitude and we were allowed to wear our uniforms tailored in the current fashion and style.

Boys could wear platform-shoes, flared pants, big collars on their shirts and wide ties provided they met the met the requirements of the school uniform code. Girls could wear A-line skirts, hems just above the knees, platform-shoes and, as the school was very progressive indeed, they could wear flesh-toned or tan pantyhose as an alternative to white knee-high socks.

In summer most of the younger girls opted for the white knee-highs but all of the older girls, and the younger girls in winter, opted for pantyhose.

Boys were allowed to have long hair, shoulder length professionally styled please; no scruffy hippy looks were allowed at Graham. Girls could wear makeup and nailpolish provided it was not too gaudy.

Yes the Graham Academy was a very progressive seventies school and the girls uniform was largely responsible for my constant state of excitement. Imagine if you will, being a horny eighteen-year-old sitting in the school cafeteria and an eighteen-year-old nymphette drops her can of Tab right next to where you are sitting.

She bends over to pick it up and her blouse opens just enough for you to see her frilly white bra and pubescent titties; her A-line skirt slides up her legs, the hem of her cotton skirt whispering on her sheer tan hosiery; the darker nylon of her pantyhose gusset suddenly sneaks into view and for a second you get a glimpse of pink satin panty.

Well any pubescent eighteen-year-old would have to race off to the toilets for a wank to relieve the pressure after seeing such a sight. I spent a lot of time in toilets at the Graham Academy. Those little A-line skirts had a habit of blowing up in even the slightest breeze and if a girl was to forget her modesty and bend over for any reason, a panty-peek was almost inevitable. To be honest I think a lot of the girls liked to flash the boys on purpose.

The girls at the Graham Academy were slaves to fashion more than to sensibility; nowadays women seem to have forgone the sensibilities, and to my mind, sensuality, of hosiery. We live in the days where there is some sort of feminine crusade against hosiery; I have even read articles in women’s magazines where women are chided and rebuked for daring to wear pantyhose. The authors complain of discomfort and feminine hygiene issues associated with wearing pantyhose. The same applies to nylon and satin underpants; although the cotton gusset of these items of apparel seems to have saved them from extinction, but they seem to have been relegated to the forms of g-string thongs or boy-leg panties.

Not so for the girls of the Graham Academy in the swinging seventies: full cut satin panties or nylon briefs were de rigueur and bare legs were for philistines!

What magnificent times we lived in!

Twice a year; summer and Christmas holidays; my sister and I were permitted to travel home on the overnight train to spend a few tortuous weeks with mother and whoever her current fling happened to be. Mother would book my sister and myself a sleeping compartment and remit us enough expenses to cover meals and incidentals for the long train journey.

The Graham Academy was progressive but it still bedava bahis held onto some of the conventions of the times. Students were not permitted to bring non-uniform items of clothing to the school and had to travel to and from the Academy in school uniform.

Three days before Christmas 1974 found me sitting in a dimly lit railway carriage looking out the window at the girls on the platform. As I have previously stated, I had an almost permanent hard-on in those days and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of something titillating to inspire my imagination for the long journey home which would invariably involve a sneaky wank as I lay sleepless in the top bunk as my sister slept below me in the bottom bunk.

I was in luck! A girl and a boy were hiding in a dark grotto created by piles of luggage and freight where they could not be seen by the other passengers. It was only luck that I happened to be sitting in a position where the view from my window allowed me to see them hidden from the sight of others. The boy was kissing the girl, who had her back turned towards me. She could be any of the girls from the Academy; she wore the uniform. The boy however did not; he wore the uniform of a railway employee.

The boy and the girl were kissing each other passionately and her arms were around his neck pulling his face down to hers. He had his arms around her back and I watched with growing fascination as his hands wandered down her back and began to squeeze her buttocks through her skirt.

My cock flinched in my trousers as the boy took the hem of the girls skirt and slowly started to pull it up her legs. Her tan-pantyhose encased thighs crept into view and the boy stroked her leg with one hand while his other hand held her skirt up. The girl flinched and wriggled but made no genuine attempt to extricate herself from the boy’s embrace.

As my cock strained at the front of my trousers the boy became bolder and took the liberty of raising the girl’s skirt higher. The darker bands of reinforced nylon appeared at the tops of her legs followed by her dark-green satin panties. I wished I could risk taking my throbbing penis out of my trousers and give it a quick wank but I didn’t dare.

I did however rub my erection through my trousers as I watched the spectacle in front of me. I could plainly see the gusset of the girl’s pantyhose which extended down to the top of her thighs where it transformed into the sheer tan hosiery that made up the leg parts of the garment. The vertical rear seam of the pantyhose which joins the two parts of the garment together ran up the crevice of her buttocks which were encased in the tight shiny green satin panties.

The panties were full-cut briefs; that is to say they fully encased her buttocks and had wide side panels and a wide gusset. The boy was furiously rubbing and squeezing the girl’s buttocks as she squirmed in his arms. Rather than try to extricate herself from the situation the girl raised herself up on the toes of her platform shoes and kissed the boy more fervently. Her shoes were black two-inch platforms with four-inch chunky heels, the epitome of seventies tastelessness, and they only just met the rules of the Academy dress code.

I could just make out the girls pink nailpolished toenails trough the reinforced toes of her hosiery. The boy hiked up the girl’s skirt even higher and now I could see all of the rear of her panties under her pantyhose and the waistband of her nylons above the waistband of her tight fitting panties.

Just when I thought it was going to get more interesting a call was made over the station Tannoy system and the couple quickly extricated themselves from each other. The girl smoothed down her skirt as the boy pushed past her; summoned to work now that the train was about to leave.

The girl straightened the hem of her skirt and pulled her fingers through her mussed-up hair. Then she picked up her travel bag from the platform floor and turned around.

It was my sister! The naughty little slut!

My erection immediately began to diminish; the thought of becoming aroused at the sight of my sister was quite repulsive. Yuck! She was my sister for god’s sake!

I opened my book and began to read, trying to get the images of my sister and the railway worker out of my head. A couple of minutes later Michele entered the compartment and flopped down in the seat across from me.

“Hello dick-wad!” she said; but it was said more with sisterly affection than with malice.

“Hello Michele,” I replied and then buried my head in my book.

My sister and I had a typical love-hate relationship that was common for teenagers of the day. As her little brother she did not permit me to hang around her at school; not that I’d want to anyway, but we were cordial to each other when we had to be. We mixed in totally different circles and the train trip to and from school was one of the few occasions when we spent any time alone together.

Michele bought casino siteleri the pleasant fragrances of her flowery perfume and Juicyfruit bubblegum into the compartment. She snapped her gum whilst she rummaged around in her travel handbag, producing a small cosmetics case. In the corner of the small compartment was a small vanity basin with a fly-specked mirror and light above it. I had already laid out my toothbrush and toothpaste on the shelf below the mirror.

My sister took her cosmetics case over to the mirror and began to fix her makeup. I feigned disinterest but I just couldn’t get the picture of her being groped by the boy on the platform out of my mind. I stole a peek at her as I pretended to look around the compartment. She was quite pretty; her face framed by a black bob hairstyle. She had pouty lips to which she was applying cherry-red lipstick (definitely not allowed to be worn at the Graham Academy), her cheeks were rouged and she wore dark-green eyeshadow and lashings of black eye-liner and mascara.

She had obviously applied the makeup after leaving the Academy but before she boarded the train; probably in the ladies room at the railway station. Most of the older girls did this as an act of defiance against the rules of the Academy.

She had also loosened her tie and opened the top two buttons of her blouse. Her breasts were still developing but they nicely filled the cups of her white lace bra; the top of which was just visible. Her school blazer was lying next to her travel bag and she took off her school tie and threw it on top of the blazer. Her A-line skirt only just met the Academy dress code; the hem rested well above her knees. Her coltish legs were encased in tan-hued nylon pantyhose that were the current fashion trend and my eyes scanned down over her toned thighs, down to her knees, where her nylons wrinkled slightly, down to her sleek calves, and finally to her feet.

She wore black open-toe platform-shoes with chunky heels and her cute little toes peeked out, encased in the reinforced nylon of her pantyhose.

I had never considered my sister as sexy; sure she epitomised the sort of girl that I dreamed about during my masturbatory fantasies, but she was my older sister for god’s sake and that made any sexual thoughts of her totally out of order.

But I just couldn’t get the image of her with her skirt hiked up kissing the boy out of my mind!

I was staring at her bum; admiring its shape, it filled out her A-line skirt nicely; when she caught me looking.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, looking at me suspiciously.

“Err; you have some dust on the back of your skirt; you must have picked it up sitting on the bench at the station,” I lied.

She put down her lipstick and brushed at the back of her skirt with her hand.

“Is it gone? Don’t just sit there dick-wad; come over here and get it off me!”

My sister was quite precious and could not stand to be dressed in anything but the latest fashion and abhorred any blemish on her clothing.

Michele turned back to the mirror to continue touching up her makeup; her bum pushed out provocatively; awaiting me to remove the dust from her rear. I stood and with a trembling hand I brushed at my sisters skirt; her buttocks felt firm and warm to my touch through the thin material of her skirt. After what I determined to be an adequate amount of time pretending to remove the non-existent dust from my sister derriere I sat back down and hid my growing erection with my book.

The sensation of my sister’s thin cotton skirt sliding over her slick pantied buttocks remained like the ghost of a missing limb. My cock was throbbing inside my trousers, underneath the book in my lap.

Michele returned to the seat across from me, put her cosmetics case away and took out her purse. She stood up and stretched up on her toes lifting up her travel bag to place it in the luggage rack above my head. Her perfume enveloped me and my face was inches from her body as she leaned over me. Her skirt rode up her legs and I was rewarded with a glimpse of shiny green panty-crotch and nylon encased thigh.

My cock pulsated in my trousers and I was both relieved and disappointed when she dropped back down and turned away.

“I’m going to the refreshment compartment; do you want anything?” she asked.

“Some crisps and a pop please,” I answered.

When she left the compartment and closed the door behind her I breathed a sigh of relief. What the hell was going on? I was becoming infatuated with my sister and those lovely dark-green satin panties!

The next few hours were a nightmare of adolescent hormone fuelled sexual tension. My sister spent a lot of the journey coming and going to and from other compartments with her school friends but every now and then she would return to our compartment bringing with her a cloud of flowery perfume and bubblegum. She sat directly across from me and although we didn’t speak much I was intensely bahis siteleri aware of her presence.

She sat and read some inane teenage heartthrob fanzine and her skirt often rode up her thighs and she kept tugging the hem back down. She couldn’t seem to get comfortable and she sat with her legs akimbo providing me with a magnificent view of the V of her panties. Her blouse was opened enough so that I could see the swell of her pubescent breasts and the lace at the top of her bra.

I pretended to read my book but I had a constant erection which I covered with my blazer, and as much as I tried not to look; I couldn’t help but steal surreptitious glances when I though she wouldn’t notice.

Just after dark she took down her travel bag; again engulfing me in the miasma of her girly fragrances and put her body uncomfortably close to mine, but alas this time there was no panty-peek, and took out her cosmetics case. She fixed her makeup and turned to me.

“I’m going to see my friends in the next carriage; don’t wait up for me,” she said.

“Make up the bunks while I’m gone and don’t forget dick-wad; I get the bottom bunk!”

With that; she left the carriage and I must say I was somewhat relieved.

The sleeper carriage we occupied was a typical old British Railways model of functionality and utility. The seat across from me converted into the bottom bunk and all I had to do was unclip the vinyl cover to expose the sheets and blankets on the readymade bed. The top bunk was held up out of the way by a couple of fasteners which when released allowed the bunk to drop down. I lowered the top bunk and unclipped the vinyl cover and then got some pillows from luggage rack above me and threw them on the bunks. I pulled the shades on all of the windows.

With both bunks down the compartment was quite cramped and there was just enough room for me to change into my pyjamas and brush my teeth at the vanity basin. I turned off the overhead lights and turned on the little reading light above the top bunk and climbed into bed. I took off my pyjama top and hung it on a convenient hook near my bunk.

Certain that Michele would be gone for quite a while I slowly pleasured myself as I conjured up images of my sister with her skirt hiked up and her breasts exposed. I knew it was wrong, but as much as I tried to think of any number of the girls at school on whom I had a crush, my mind returned to the images of my sister.

After ejaculating into my handkerchief I got out of bed and hid the evidence of my illicit act inside my travel bag and washed myself at the basin. I crawled back into my bunk, and, finally relived of sexual tension, I fell asleep determined that I would put all thoughts of my sister out of my mind from now on.

Much later I was woken by someone fumbling with the door to the compartment. The door opened and my sister almost fell inside the compartment. Michele was pissed; not just inebriated, but falling-down drunk. She staggered into the compartment; locked the door behind her and promptly fell on her arse.

“Whoops-a-daisy!” she said, the scent of her perfume and bubblegum overpowered by the pungent smell of alcohol.

I knew the smell well enough; it was mother’s favourite drink; and mother did like to drink! It was Southern Comfort.

“Had a few dinky-poohs dick-wad; best I get to bed,” she giggled.

“Shhh; don’t tell mommy,” she laughed drunkenly as I turned on the bunk light.

“Jesus Christ Michele!” I said and hopped out of my bunk.

The compartment was very cramped and I stood over my sister and offered her my hands so that she could get up. She had fallen in a very unladylike position with her legs spread wide apart and her skirt had rode up exposing her thighs. Her blouse was now opened down to the third button and her white lace bra was quite visible.

I helped her to her feet and she fell against me giggling.

“You better put me to bed,” she slurred.

At that moment the train lurched as it passed over a crossing and my sister and I fell onto the bottom bunk. She lay on top of me giggling like a loony. Her body pressed down on mine and I could smell her perfume under the fumes of the booze; her legs were spread wide and her skirt had hiked up again.

She began to struggle and as she rubbed her legs and breasts against me in an effort to get off me, my body began to respond accordingly. The feel of her lacy bra and titties against the bare skin of my chest was very exciting and her legs rasping against mine added to my pleasure. I was becoming aroused as my sister struggled on top of me and I tried to get her off me so that she wouldn’t feel my erection pressing into her body.

I put my arms around her trying to spin her around but because she was struggling my hands ended up on her bum. My fingers experienced the sensation of her nylon pantyhose gusset sliding against the lustrous material of her satin panties. Her skirt had ridden all the way up her back!

“Whoops-a-daisy!” she giggled again.

I removed my hands from her bottom and placed them on her hips and using the weight of her body as a counterbalance I flipped her over so that she now lay under me. I straddled my sister’s body and looked down at her. She was fast asleep or unconscious.

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Your velvety soft, patient lips, pressing against my warm inner thigh as you glance up to catch a second of my very eager, hungry eyes. You know I want you, you know I’ve been waiting for this; you know it and you love it. You like to take your time, torture me as I squirm underneath you. Your hands gently glide up to my hips as you pull yourself up just enough to smell the sweet aroma of my hot pussy. Your tongue ever so gently trails up and down my slit, stopping to smile at the small gasps you hear me make. With one hand clutching my side, your other hands slides down to my small, tight hole, barely touching it when you say, “Goddamn you’re so tight and wet baby, but don’t worry, I’ll make myself fit, I’ll stretch you out so you can feel all of my hard cock in you.”

At that moment, your finger finds its way inside me. God you feel so good. I’m so slippery that your finger slides in and out of me with ease. You insert another finger. You start off slow, teasing me, as your other hand traces the small tattoo on my stomach. With two fingers in my tight, wet pussy, you start slowing pumping them in and out of me, hearing my faint moans of pleasure. I can’t stand it anymore and start moving up and down bedava bahis on your hand. You notice my struggle and accommodate by thrusting your fingers hard inside me, lifting my butt to get better leverage. You’re finger fucking me fast now, I start letting out louder and stronger moans.

My hands quickly find the back of your shirt to take it off. You lift up your head and kiss me hard but I shove your head back down to my pussy. Your fingers come out of me and you taste my sweet juices as I buck my pussy up to your mouth. Your tongue darts in my hole as far as you can go, sucking my pussy lips. Your tongue traces the letters of your name as you say, “That’s right, moan like a good girl… you’re mine.”

I see you stand up and start to unbutton your pants; I watch your hands the entire time, I know you’re trying to hide the fact that you desperately want to be inside of me, but your shaking gives you away. I hear the zip of your pants as you bring them down to your knees to take one leg out at a time. I see your rock hard bulge beneath your boxers. I sit up to feel you. I can barely get my small hand around you.

I move my fingers to your waist band and inch casino siteleri them down till they fall to your ankles; your fat cock, hard and warm against my hands, you’re hard just for me. I kiss the tip as you grab on to the back of my hair. I go down to the base of your cock, licking it all the way back up to the top in one swift move. I hear you groan as I put my mouth around your throbbing cock and slide my mouth down on it to let you in as far as I can. I start to bob up and down on you, sucking and stroking, moving faster and faster. Your volume increases as I play with your balls with my other hand. I’m sucking faster, faster, faster, moving my tongue around your cock, flicking it and tasting you. You realize how close you are to cumming, so you take your cock out of my mouth and bounce it on my lips as I kiss it once more.

You can’t wait anymore. You have been patient for too long. You push me down on the bed and throw yourself on top of me. “Sweating already?” I tease. You reply, “You make me so hot baby, I need to fuck you, right now.” — You take my nipple in your mouth, licking and biting it, making it hurt so good. You kiss up my neck, finding my mouth, finding bahis siteleri my tongue and intertwining it with yours. With one hand on one of my breasts, your other hand finds your way back down to my pussy, you can feel how wet and ready I am for you.

You take a hold of your hard throbbing cock and press it up against my hole just enough so the tip goes in, I hate this but love it at the same time. You do this to me a few times, testing both of our patience. You slowly start to slide it in when I moan, “Fuck me hard baby. Fuck me! Please, daddy.” — You then position both of your hands on my hips and thrust yourself fast and hard inside me. The pain instantly turns to pleasure as you pump in and out, in and out. Never taking your eyes off of mine, you lean in and kiss me as you make your thrusts rougher each time. I cry out as you fuck my tight pussy, stretching it to fit the size of your cock. Under your breath as you hear me scream your name, you say, “Good girl, good girl, that’s right, say my name.” I can feel your cock growing inside of me, getting close to cumming. You fuck me as hard you can, groaning more and more and you get closer. I let out my last pleasure-filled whimper as you say to me, “I’m gonna cum!” You quickly take your cock out of me, just in time to put it in my mouth, exploding down my throat. Warm cum coating my tongue as I taste every last drop of you. Sucking you off until there is no more cum to take. I lick my lips and look up at you, “Same time tomorrow?”

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The Covid crisis of 2020 produced lots of changes for many people, some really bad but some really good. I could never have expected the changes that happened to me.

My name is Tom and at the start of the crisis I was meant to be completing my final year of engineering at York university. In the space of a few days in March I realised that my course was more or less over other than some online assignments and I was locked down back in Liverpool with my Dad, my step mum and my hot sister who was 18, nearly 19.

At 21 and single, I had been a long-time reader of Literotica and immersed myself in a fantasy life that was so far removed from my real life it was untrue. I think I started reading Literotica as, in my head at least, it was better than watching porn. I had been brought up with very strong warnings that porn was really bad but reading about hardcore sex seemed less wrong than watching it. Truth be told, I usually started up reading stuff and then moved on to watching stuff anyway, but each time I would go through this ritual of just reading erotic stories first as I could justify this as not being “so bad”. Of course, I’d usually end up masturbating over the combination of erotica and porn and then feeling really guilty and swearing I would not do it again. This vow sometimes didn’t make it more than an hour, and never more than a few days during my horny days in university as I bounced from one failed relationship to another with, despite my best efforts, very little action.

One of the first lines I crossed during lockdown back home was starting to write some fantasies online. This was something I would never have done before, but in the boredom of lockdown I got drawn into and once I started, I couldn’t stop. I’m not sure I was really the greatest writer in the world, in fact my stories probably were a bit rushed. I started writing a series of stories featuring an imaginary family and their adventures corrupting people, especially focused on a slutty sister called Beki. However, my naivety in writing stories led me in to make some major mistakes that would have long lasting consequences.

The problem was that the people in my stories were actually based on real people, and the main characters were my sister and my step mum. To make matters worse, I used their real names and my attempts to change some things was less than thorough. I changed locations of places we’d visited on holiday to places we lived. For some reason I made my sister my stepsister and I made my step mum my real mum – I think this made me feel as if I was not writing about real people and seemed sexier somehow. I changed Beki & my step mum’s hair colour and my step mums age, although over the course of several stories I think I got mixed up about both facts more than once. I think that is why I used real names, so I wouldn’t get confused. I also reasoned in my head that nobody I knew would read this stuff and definitely nobody in my family. If I listened to the voice in my head, nobody but me would stoop to read this so my secret was safe.

The reason for focusing on my sister was that my sister was HOT. I mean really hot! At 18, she was 3 years younger than me and most of my mates fancied her. i never really thought of her like that until her 18th birthday party a few months before lockdown. We both had drunk more than we should and somehow our raging teenage hormones got the better of us. Before we knew it, we were passioately kissing in a corner before we came to our senses. We had a few days of not being able to look each other in the eyes, but while i thought she moved on, i really began to notice her gorgeous figure and all round sex appeal. I would never tell anyone about this of course, and I knew it was wrong but the more I beat myself up about lusting after my sister the more I found myself beating off to taboo thoughts of my flesh and blood. Somehow without me noticing, during my three years away at university she had developed curves in all the right places. My love life was a mess, and visits back home together with an increasing obsession with incest stories and porn on my favourite websites definitely got under my skin.

My step mum was also sex on legs. I’m still not sure how dad managed to snare her, especially since at 30 she was closer to my age than his. When i lived at home, I used to be able to hear them having sex through the walls in our house, and she definitely had been competing with my sister recently for my regular wank fantasy. Louise had fantastic tits which, to my mind at least, she flaunted at me all the time, and an arse to die for. All my mates increasingly made MILF jokes about her, but for me it was torture. I’d been brought up to be a good boy, and I would never actually act on the suppressed desires I had for my sister or my step mum. For one thing, I was certain that any action on my part would result in a major punishment and definite rejections. And so, I just contented myself with fantasy in my room when nobody was bahis siteleri looking, and a promise to myself that nobody would ever know.

It was in this pressure cooker of emotions and the other stresses of the Covid 19 crisis that I found myself an author of depraved sex stories. I was sure nobody would believe that I could write such filth, and nobody would ever find out. Even if they did, they would be too ashamed to tell me that they visited the same websites that I did, and I would just use the defence that it was just fantasy. There was no way on earth that anyone in my family would ever find out I promised myself. It was this promise that led me to write more and more extreme stories and this promise that was to prove my downfall, or at least what I assumed would be my downfall at the time.

One hot day during the peak of lockdown, I was in my room trying to write another instalment of my story when my sister walked in without knocking. She had on shorts and a tee shirt, and I immediately got distracted as she flopped down on my bed and I quickly closed my laptop cover.

“What you doing bro?” she asked. “You been watching porn again?”

“Ummm… no, of course not!” I replied defensively.

“Sure!” said Beki. “That’s all you do nowadays. Read porn stories and jerk off. You must be addicted or something”.

Part of my brain registered that she mentioned “porn stories” rather than just watching porn, but I just dismissed it as a coincidence.

“If you keep on looking at all these dirty websites, you’ll corrupt yourself you know,” added Beki with a mischievous grin.

“Maybe if I spend all my time around you, I’ll be corrupted too! They say ‘Bad company corrupts good character’ so…”

Alarm bells were going off in my head at the emphasis Beki kept giving to the word “corrupt” since I had chosen the name of corrupter66 in both Literotica and on the Hub, but she couldn’t possibly know that, could she?

“Maybe that’s what you want though, big brother. To corrupt your little sister and turn her into a cock hungry slut?” said Beki, looking me fully in the eyes.

“I don’t know what you are talking about!” I replied weakly, although inside I was panicking at the way this conversation was going.

“Are you not the author called Corrupter66 on that erotic story website?!” asked Beki directly.

“Um no… of course not… I don’t…” I stammered. Have you ever been in a situation when you know you’ve been caught red handed but are trying desperately to think of a lie to say it wasn’t you? I knew I was busted, and I was about to get it in the neck from my sweet, innocent 18 year old sister that I had turned into a slut in all my stories.

“Come on, you haven’t even bothered to change our names or most of the names of your friends or mine! Its so obviously you!! Plus I managed to sneak a look at your laptop and find your internet history that wasn’t very well hidden! Your stories are disgusting!” Beki challenged me. I knew my efforts at pretending innocence were lost.

“Ok, I’m sorry, it was me, but it was just fantasy!” I admitted, trying to defend myself.

“So, you think it’s OK for you to write about me fucking you and your friends, or both of us having sex with Mum, or Dad screwing my 18 year old best friend? Why would you even do that?” asked Beki.

“Because in my stories I wanted to give some motivation to your namesake and get dad out of the way, plus Jane is really hot!” I retorted. “But…”

“You think its OK for me to have group sex with your mates and Jane’s dad, do you? Its so disgusting”

“I know, I’m sorry…” I replied weakly

“Its so wrong!”

“Yes, I should never have done it” I admitted

“its so hot!” said Beki.

“I’m really sorry, I would never actually do… wait, what did you say?!” I stammered as Beki’s last statement caught me off guard.

“I’ve had a bit of a thing for you since my party!” admitted Beki, gently placing her hand on my knee.

“But you’re my sister!” I always had a bit of a knack for stating the obvious, but my mind couldn’t cope with this turn of events.

“That didn’t stop you in your stories,” replied Beki, gradually stroking higher up my leg.

“But that’s just fantasy. Its not real! To do something in real life would be just wrong and…”

“hot!” added Beki as she let her hand rest on the tent that had formed in my shorts.

“No, I couldn’t…” I protested weakly.

“Are you sure big brother? Wouldn’t you like to feel my tits?” sad Beki as she threw off her tee shirt and removed her bra.

I sat in stunned silence, but my arm had a mind of its own as I reached out and grasped one of Beki’s boobs. I threw the words “B cup”, “C cup” or “D cup” around in my stories but I didn’t really understand the terms. What I did know was that my sister had soft, big tits and I was sat feeling them properly for the first time in my life. I felt my moral objections, such as they were, crumbly as, like canlı bahis siteleri a moth drawn to a flame, I leaned in and sucked one of her breasts into my mouth

“That’s it Tom, lick me!” Beki said, clutching my head to her chest. I let go of one of her tits just to feed the other one into my hungry mouth and I nibbled gentle on one of her nipples that were rock hard and excited to feel my touch.

As I feasted lovingly on her chest, my sister reached down and pushed my shorts and pants off me, and I thrilled to feel her hand grasp my stiff prick and begin to stroke me.

“Its not quite 7 inches like in the stories!” Beki joked as she pulled my head up and kissed me full on the lips.

“I may have exaggerated for literary purposes!” I confessed as I pushed our lips together again and we thrust our tongues into each other’s mouths.

“Still, it’s a nice cock!” said Beki, sinking to her knees.

I closed my eyes as Beki began slowly kissing up and down my length. Finally, she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked my knob before sucking the helmet into her mouth. I’d had blowjobs before, but nothing could prepare me for the feeling of Beki’s warm mouth gradually pumping my shaft into her mouth.

I began to count the alphabet backwards in an effort to hold off the coming explosion as the events of the evening began to be too much for me. Beki was about halfway down my pole, but she seemed determined to stuff as much of me in her mouth as she could.

“I think I’m in love with your cock!” gasped Beki as she pulled her lips off me.

She reached forward and fondled my balls as she desperately pushed more and more of my cock into her mouth. I felt myself hitting the back of her throat, but amazingly Beki kept going till she had the whole of my penis lodged in her mouth and her nose pressed against my crotch. She pulled off again, and a trail of spit hung in the air as she choked and gasped before welcoming my dick back between her wet lips.

“I’m going to cum” I gasped, but she didn’t stop pumping my prick in and out of her mouth until I could hold back no longer and flooded her with my hot load. She pulled back, opened her mouth to show me my warm cum and then swallowed it down.

“Now its my turn!” said Beki as she moved up the bed and encouraged my face towards her sex lips. I didn’t need any further invitation as I leaned in and planted kisses on her belly and the top of her pussy. Beki groaned as I jumped past her moist sex and trailed kisses down her leg. I reached her feet and sucked each toe into my mouth as Beki’s groans became more to do with pleasure than disappointment.

After a while worshiping her feet, I moved back up her legs, again kissing her slowly as my head rose higher. Finally, I slowly lapped at her cunt as I savoured the rich aroma of her sex. I began to gradually thrust my tongue in and out of her tight hole before locating her clit which was now standing erect and gently giving it a nibble.

I had not had a great deal of sex, but my last girlfriend had taught me a thing or two about eating a pussy and I attacked Beki’s with gusto. I settled in to feast on her cunt, varying the pace of my licking between thrusting my tongue into her like a little prick.I smiled as I heard Beki’s increasingly passionate moans until the dam burst and she screamed in passion.

“Just like that brother.. don’t stop… that’s it!” she uttered as I kept lapping at the centre of her womanhood. “Yes… oh God I’m going to cum… I’m cuming” she squealed as she scaled the heights of her orgasm.

“Wow, that wasn’t bad!” She told me as she settled down beside me and we both took a break.

“Not bad?!” I retorted. “I bet I’m the best you’ve ever had!”

“To be fair, you are almost as good as a girl!”

I did my best impression of a fish as I took in this latest statement from Beki.

“What? Who??” I stammered.

“A couple of people, but mainly Jane” she confessed as she stroked my stiffening member.

“I recognise most of the people in your stories, but who is Steve? You know, the older single guy I’m meant to have seduced in your last story?”

“Oh, he’s based on my landlord up in York. Believe it or not, our neighbours were a couple of hot women called Louise and Beki. They were not related, but Louise was a bit older and they were both flirts. Beki was maybe early 20s and Liouise may have been 30ish but i never knew for sure. Steve seemed like a strait-laced guy, but as time went on I noticed that even though he was about 20 years older than Beki he was spending a lot of time with her. I never imagined anything was happening, but a few weeks before I came back I’m fairly certain I had heard them having sex through the walls of my room. In fact, I think he may have fucked both Beki and Louise in the end, although I’m not sure anyone else would believe me if I told them! I never had a threesome involving Beki and Steve (this bit was made up) but when I started writing my sex güvenilir bahis stories this idea of an older bloke being corrupted by a younger woman was stuck in my head. It was easy for me to think of that Beki and Louise being you and mum, and the fantasy just went from there.”

“OK, I thought it might be John from up the road. He’s a hot older single guy who I wouldn’t mind corrupting!” joked Beki.

“Beki!” I chided her with a smile on my face.

“What, you mean you don’t want to act out some of your stories?” Beki suddenly looked at me seriously.

“What? No! Fantasy is one thing, but…” I replied.

“So, you wouldn’t want me to set you up with Jane? I’m sure she’d fuck you in a heartbeat if she had a chance!”

“Ok, well I might let her…” I said grinning at the prospect at sleeping with one of my sisters hot friends.

“And I’m sure your friends would screw me if you set it up!” said Beki.

“Beki, its one thing for me to write a story about you being a slut, its another thing for you to be one! I wouldn’t want you to get a reputation!” I protested, even if my mind was already picturing Beki in a gangbang or stuffed airtight like in some of my stories.

“Let me worry about that,” replied Beki. “I can be discreet and I’m a big girl! Besides, no cock for me means no pussy for you!”

“Ok, but social distancing…” I protested with a grin.

“Fine, for now you’ll just have to make do with what’s available!” said Beki as she grabbed onto my now totally stiff cock. All this talk of involving other people had turned me on, but my senses went into overload as I realised I was about to fuck the object of my fantasies, my own sister.

“Come and fuck me, big brother!” she urged me as she turned onto her back and guided me towards her pussy.

My dick felt almost painful as I slid into her moist sex for the first of what I hoped would be many times. Gradually, slowly, I fed my stiff member into her as Beki encouraged me on.

“That’s it brother, fill my cunt with your big cock!

I looked into her eyes as I began to saw in and out of her slit. I was really doing this! I was really fucking my sister. I looked down and realised that I was still only halfway inside her, but it felt tight and incredible. Beki spread herself and I felt her body welcoming more and more of my pulsating knob inside as we revelled in the complete wrongness of it all, yet it felt so right, like we were made for each other.

Beki got up on all fours and turned her head towards me.

“Do me doggy style, big brother!” she urged me. “I want to experience it all!”

I didn’t need to be asked twice as I slid my full length back inside her sex and began to pound into her like a man possessed.

“That’s it, fuck me!”

“Make me cum!”

“I’m going to cum, sis!” I warned her as I felt my balls beginning to boil.

“That’s OK, I’m on the pill. Cum inside me! I need you! Just a bit more!”

I felt myself erupting as I shot my load deep inside her, and Beki groaned as she too plunged over the edge of her climax and we rode a deep wave of pleasure together.

We both lay still for a while as the reality of what we had done hit us. I began to be afraid that she would regret it and things would get weird between us, but Beki leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. This was the start, I realised, not the end.

“I’m so pleased we did this!” said Beki finally.

“Me too! Definitely.” I agreed as we laid side by side. I just loved to be naked beside my sister and think of what might happen. I was sure that her talk of involving our friends was just talk, but Beki had other plans.

“As soon as restrictions are lifted, you so have to do Jane!” said Beki with a smile. “Maybe we can make a video, you seem to like them in your stories! In the meantime, I want to have sex with you as much as I can.”

I definitely wouldn’t say no to sex with Jane, in fact I’d probably not say no to sex with most people as long as they were over 18 and willing to fuck! The prospect of lots of sex with Beki though was a dream I would not have believed a few hours ago. However, we had to be so careful. I dreaded to think how our dad and step mum would react.

“Dad is still out a lot with work, but mum could be a problem!” said Beki, reading my thoughts it seemed. “I know what, you seduce her like in your stories and then we can fuck like rabbits!”

“Beki, the stories are just fantasies. Just imagine if she reacts with disgust and horror like a normal person…” I responded.

“And not like a slut like I did?” replied Beki. I didn’t know what to say. “We could get her really drunk one evening when dad is out and gently try it on. If she reacts, we back off and pretend she imagined it. If she responds we can all have fun! I’ve been looking for a chance to borrow Naomi’s strap on!”

“Naomi has a strap on?” I gasped. Naomi was another of Beki’s friends who I fantasised over, and who I was thinking of working into my stories. i had recently been to her 19th birthday party whilst home for Christmas and the sight of her gorgeous tits practically falling out of her top had me having wet dreams of tit fucking her for weeks. “And how do you know she has a strap on dildo?!” I asked Beki as it suddenly dawned on me what she had said.

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Sister Sarah Ch. 12

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Having been away from home for a while, it was certainly nice to sleep in our own bed again. I always sleep better in my own bed, and always look forward to getting back to it when I’m away. Sarah and I slept soundly that first night back. I was the first to wake, and noticed that my sister’s body was bathed in the morning sun, pouring brightly through our bedroom window. I propped myself up on my elbow, and watched her sleep peacefully. I combed my fingers through her hair, gently pulling it back from her face so I could see it completely. I continued to stroke her hair for a bit while watching her. I eased the covers back slightly, about down to her waist, and took in her supple breasts. They stacked tougher perfectly as she lay on her side. I couldn’t help myself, and gently grazed my fingers down her temple, across her cheek, then down her arm, and across her breasts. I saw her nipples start to harden at my touch, and I used my thumb to wiggle one like a tiny little joystick.

Wanting to see more of my sister’s beautiful naked body lying beside me, I carefully pulled the covers farther back to expose her down to her smooth little pussy. Sarah instinctively but unconsciously snuggled closer to me to regain the heat lost by my exposing her body. Her firm tits with their erect nipples now pressed into my chest, and her legs pressed against mine. I felt my cock start to swell at the new contact, and my flow of precum started to spill out of me, and onto her legs. As my dick grew harder and harder, it worked itself between her legs, just making contact with her puffy, swollen pussy lips. I could feel her heat radiating onto me, and pumped more of my fluids against her twat. It spilled out, and began to soak her legs, and thoroughly lubricate my cock wedged between them. I lay back down, my sister’s sleeping face just inches from mine now. Our bodies close enough that I could press forward slightly, and slide the head of my penis between her tight pussy entrance. I pressed into her, and rested the tip of dick just against her clit. I squirted so much precum into her snatch that I couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or mine, or perhaps a combination of the two. Her body was telling me that she was ready to fuck, but I did not want to wake this sleeping beauty before me.

After a short time of us lying face to face with my arm around her back to keep her exposed but warm, Sarah’s eyes started to flutter open. As soon as she was coherent enough to recognize she was in bed with me, a sweet smile spread across her perfect face. Her deep green eyes stared into mine, and she mouthed, “good morning,” to me. I had only to slightly move to kiss her lips. My hand went to her face, and I touched her cheek, then again, lightly brushed her flowing dark auburn hair back. With my hand behind her head, I pulled it to me to kiss her again. Her arm went behind my back, and pulled me tighter to her, causing my dick to press up inside of her pussy farther. I was inside of her just a couple of inches, just remaining still, and injecting her hot twat with more natural lubricating fluids. Our kiss began to become more hungry, more eager. As we lie together in bed, our arousal grew at the same time, and we worked our way into a horny frenzy together. Sarah started slowly humping her body against mine, trying to get me deeper into her, wanting me, needing me.

As we kissed, our bodies slowly turned to me lying on my back, pulling her with me. Her leg slid over me, and we rolled together, her ending up lying atop me, her perfect breasts pressing into my chest. I felt her hard nipples digging into me, eager to be sucked on and played with. Once I was fully on my back, Sarah opened her legs, and her pussy slowly devoured the length of my penis inside of her. She worked her hips up and down on me, letting her flowing pussy make love to the stiff rod within her. She breathed slowly and deeply into my mouth, as our lips just barely touched as she started to impale herself on my rock-hard dick slightly faster. As she rode me, my sister raised herself up, letting me take in the full view of her amazing breasts as they hung from her perfect body, their nipples pointing directly at me. I reached for them, and Sarah knowingly lowered them to my awaiting and eager mouth. She lowered an extended nipple to my mouth, and I gently sucked it. With the nipple between my lips, I bit down ever so slightly, and flicked my tongue over the stiff nub. Releasing it from my teeth, I sucked it. I sucked that nipple like a nursing baby, as though I was trying to get her milk to flow. I closed my eyes, and listened to Sarah’s breathing intensify and become more rapid as she rode me, and I sucked her tits. When I let go, I looked up at Sarah, who had a look of pure lust and desire on her face. She lowered her other breast to my mouth, and I gave it the same attention as I had the other, this time looking up and meeting her eyes. Her eyes were filled with desire as she watched me suck on her sweet tits.

“J, I bahis siteleri want you to cum inside me before we go talk to mom and dad. I want to be full of your cum while we’re talking to them.”

I didn’t say anything, but kept sucking that ripe tit. My hand squeezed the other, pressing the two together as I sucked them, and made love to them. With my other hand, I ran my hand down her body to her plump ass. I pulled gently, and started to thrust up into her. Sarah’s legs came up now, and she knelt over me, allowing her body to take me deeper inside of her hungry pussy. Her tits now out of reach for my lips, I worked them with my hands. I squeezed the perfect cones, and let them slip from my grip so that the last thing to touch my fingers were her nipples. Sarah watched as I played with her breasts, and looked past that to watch her brother’s dick repeatedly disappear inside of her, then reappear, the repeat. She rose up to where I was just barely inside of her, then slide back down, taking me in fully. I started to meet her motions, and pushed myself deeper inside of her every time she lowered herself.

“Deeper, J,” she breathed.

With that, she got herself up onto her feet, so that she was squatting over me, her feet flat on the bed beside me. In this position, her beautiful vagina was in the best position to get my penis the deepest possible distance inside of her. As she made love to me rod, I could feel it knocking at her cervix, wanting to keep going deeper. That’s physically impossible, but it sure did stimulate Sarah even more. She kept bouncing harder on me, letting me contact her inner depths. Sarah started to shake. Her whole body shivered like she was cold, then harder. Her tits jiggled as she shook. Knowing what was coming, I held my hands up to support her. My sister held onto my hands, and with one final downward thrust, my dick hit her cervix, and her pussy exploded. Her heavenly nectar erupted around my dick, and flowed onto my abdomen and balls. Sarah remained on me, my cock still pressing against her cervix, and screamed out as she came on me. The erotic vibrations her body went through sent me over the edge, and I painted her insides with life giving sperm. What felt like buckets of cum raced up my shaft, and rocketed into the voids of my sisters vagina as deeply as they could possibly go.

Her womb filled with my incestuous seed, Sarah’s body started to calm down. She slowly lay back down on top of me, her body periodically slammed with orgasmic aftershock. With each one, her whole body twitched hard.

“Oh my god, J,” Sarah said, as he lips were close to my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.”

I didn’t say anything. I just put my arms around her, and hugged her tightly as she let her legs again extend in parallel to mine. My cock remained firm inside the steamy grip of my sister’s pussy.

“You came so deep in me, too!” Sarah said excitedly, lifting herself up to look in my eyes.

As she smiled down at me, I flipped her onto her back, my dick still hard inside of her. Together, we scooted to the edge of the bed. Her legs dropped over the side, and I now stood over her. Leaning down to suck on her breasts again, I started pumping myself into her once more.

“Again,” she questioned through ragged breath.

I released the tit that was in my mouth, and said, “you said you wanted my cum in you before we go to mom and dads.”

“I’m not complaining, but I think I’m full!”

“There’s more. I’m still hard, so why waste it?”

I pulled my sisters legs up over my shoulders, and commenced fucking her sloppy slit. When I came in her before, we were making love. Now, we were fucking. My sore and spent dick slammed into her pussy repeatedly. I grabbed her hips, and thrust myself into her as hard as I could. Our fluids were combining, and running down her ass cheeks, and coating my balls. I could feel more and more precum being forced into my sisters steamy snatch with every thrust, along with remnants of semen from my previous ejaculation. I felt Sarah’s twat tighten around me, and saw her breathing stop. Her hands squeezed her breasts together as another orgasm overtook her delicate body. Again, she shook violently. I pulled my dick out far enough for her to have room for her body to comfortably ride the wave, and I watched as her fluids again sprayed from with her. With my penis still slightly inside of her, her juices were deflected from it, and sprayed up onto her torso and breasts. The splash was so intense it even got her face wet.

When she finally finished squirting, and her body had relaxed, she said, “oh my god, J, I’m so sorry.”

“No need to apologize, my love. That was incredibly sexy,” I replied as I started pounding her again. “I’m going to cum in you again.”

“Do it J, fill me more with your cum. Cum in my pussy!”

And with that, I did. There wasn’t much this time, but it was enough to top her off, and I had enough force behind canlı bahis siteleri it that it was forced from within her. There simply wasn’t room enough in her tight little cavity for both my dick and it’s life-giving liquids. I pulled out, and let Sarah’s legs down.

“Let me taste you,” she demanded. “Let me taste us.”

I climbed up over her body, dragging my dripping cock up her already soaked body. I dragged it between her tits, over her neck, and up her chin. It plopped directly into her open and awaiting mouth, and she sucked. I watched as I knelt over my sister while she lovingly cleaned our fluids from my ever so slowly deflating penis. Her loving attention to my pole kept me mostly hard. She held me in her hands, and licked away at my cock and balls, making sure all of our combined juices were consumed. My gorgeous sister took her time in cleaning me up. Now, all she had to worry about was getting cleaned up herself. I just didn’t want to take my stiff tool away from her moist lips. She looked up at me while she eagerly licked and sucked our combined juices from my cock and balls. She had love in her eyes, and it was clear that she felt a duty to clean my penis with her tongue. Even after she had finished cleaning me up, she continued to lovingly lick me. She dipped my cock into her hot mouth, and sucked me, gently give me an amazing blow. She had no intention of making me cum, but did want to make sure she knew how much she loved me, and wanted to do this to me.

Finally, she let go of my cock with her mouth. Laying it alongside her face against her cheek, and holding it there, she looked up at me with a smile on her face, and those gorgeous green eyes.

“I love you, J. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Aww, baby girl. I love you, but it was you who just took care of me.”

“No, I just mean in general,” she replied, rubbing my dripping penis against her cheek.

“Sweetheart,” I replied, reaching down to caress her hair, “you owe me no thanks at all. You see, I love you, and I’ll take care of you forever, and you don’t ever have to thank me. You being in my life, living with me, taking care of me…you just being you is thanks enough.”

Sarah smiled up at me sweetly, nuzzling my cock, and turning her head slightly to give it a quick kiss.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up, my love,” I told her.

“But I want your stuff on me,” Sarah complained.

“Baby, no offense,” I replied, “but you smell of sweat and sex. That’s no scent to be wearing while we talk to mom and dad.”

“But I like it,” she pouted.

“And it looks sexy on you, but I think we want to tell them we’re having sex; not let them smell it on us.”

“Oh fine,” she moaned, rolling over onto her tummy, and letting her legs dangle from the bed with her feet on the floor. She was hesitant to move otherwise, so I decided to tease her a bit more, and have a little fun before we left.

“Here,” I said. “Let me rub you back a bit.”

“Mmmm…that sounds nice.”

I slid down her back until I was able to stand behind her, rubbing her back as I went. She was bent over on the bed, lying face down as I rubbed her lower back. I admired how phenomenal her ass looked in that position, and my cock dripped at the thought of it being on such a lewd display for me. I stepped closer, and worked her mid-back muscles. My cock touched her ass crack, and started drooling its copious fluids onto it. As I worked farther up her back, my dick started separating her ass cheeks. A little higher. A little closer. Higher still, and I was pressing against my sister’s puckered little hole. She started moaning at the contact, so I worked her back even higher. I reached up to knead her shoulders, and when I did, I pushed gently into her. The head of my cock popped into her rectum, and as I rubbed her, I continued to feed my penis into her ass until my balls bottomed out against her sopping wet pussy. Sarah let out a deep sigh once I had reached as far as I could inside of her bowels.

Continuing to rub her shoulders and back, I started to slowly make love to her bottom. As carefully as I was massaging her back, I was equally as slowly taking her sweet ass. I had to watch myself disappear inside of her, and though my penis ached from having already came three times this morning, I still fucked her tight little butt. I knew I was making her feel good, and didn’t want to take that away from her, so I kept slowly pumping her ass with my penis. I felt the feeling that cumming was imminent, so I kept slowly pumping, and let my body do what it was going to do. My cock swelled, and spammed, but little came out. Still, it felt amazing, and I felt Sarah’s little pucker tighten around me as I came in her bowels. I slowly eased out of her completely, leaving her feeling devoid of anything. I let my spent pole rest between her cheeks, and continued to toy with her. I spread her cheeks apart, and humped my slightly softened boner güvenilir bahis up and down across her puckered hole.

“I think I’m stuck to the sheets,” Sarah said, realizing that the sticky fluids coating her body were now drying, effectively glueing her to our bed.

“Let me help you, sexy,” I said, helping her to her feet, and peeling the sheets from her. “I think you were soaked enough that you’re not sticking just yet. That was pretty hot the way you shot juices from your pussy.”

I took her in my arms and kissed her as I spoke to her.

“Do you think you got the fill you wanted,” I asked her.

“Did I ever,” she replied, reaching downs to pull me to her by my ass.

We rubbed our noses together, letting our tongues extend and dance together. I licked her tongue, and her mine, and with our noses touching, we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Let me go shower, and I’ll fix you some breakfast,” Sarah said before bouncing off to the bathroom.

“Sounds good, lover. I’m looking forward to it!”

I watched as her pert little buns bounced away, her practically skipping like a little girl. I gently rubbed my aching cock to relieve the soreness, and went to change the sheets. I wanted the bed to be ready for my princess to crawl into tonight once our day had wound down.

Sarah finished her shower, and came out without toweling off. She winked at me as she breezed past me, and walked out the door onto the patio, leaving the door open behind her. I watched her as she stood outside in the late-morning breeze, the sun highlighting every drop of water on her supple skin, almost making her glow. I walked up behind her and kissed her shoulders. I ran my hands all over her wet body to help the breeze dry her. I reached around and ran my hands over her breasts, wiping the droplets from them. Sarah stood there with arms stretched out, and let nature and me dry her. I felt her wet hair against my face, and took in its essence. My amazingly beautiful and naked sister stood before me, allowing me to touch every inch of her wet body.

Still damp, Sarah whipped around, and said, “you’re up, big brother. Hit the shower, then come eat breakfast.”

I did as I was told, but I dried off with a towel. When I walked into the kitchen, I found my sister cooking us breakfast, wearing only an apron to keep food and grease from her. I can’t even tell you how completely sexy she looked, her perfect ass peaking out from beneath the bow of the apron. I wanted to fuck it again, but we had to focus on things. I walked up behind her, and put my hands on her bare hips. I kissed her shoulders again, and told her I love her, then went to sit at the bar while she finished cooking.

“So…” Sarah started, but trailed off.

“What is it, baby?”

“So, I guess I have to wear clothes today…”

“I’m sorry, love.” I told her. “It’s only for a little while, so we can just get us out in the open.”

“Do I have to wear panties? What about a bra?”

“I don’t suppose, baby, whatever you’re comfortable with.” I knew she often didn’t wear underwear when we were growing up, and her tits were so perfectly soft and firm that bras weren’t ever a requirement. Basically, I didn’t think mom would notice if Sarah was bare under her clothes. “I think what news we’re about to drop on our parents, you being naked under whatever you wear won’t be of concern.”

“Thank you,” she replied, coming around the counter to join me.

Sarah sat scrambled eggs, sausage links, and toast in front of me, and went to get me a glass of milk. She took off her apron, and sat beside me with her own food. We ate mostly in silence. I could tell that as more time passed, the more apprehensive she was becoming. I paused, and put my hand on her thigh just above her pussy. She flinched slightly at my touch.

“Sarah, it’s going to be ok. Mom and dad love us. They’ll accept our lifestyle no matter what.”

She turned to me and smiled uneasily.

“I know, I’m just nervous. Can we go? I’m not really hungry.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go get dressed.”

I took her hand, and we walked to our bedroom to get dressed, something we hadn’t really done together in forever. In the walk-in closet, I helped her pick out a conservative dress. It was a dark blue, short skirt and really short sleeves. The skirt portion was short enough to be sexy as hell on her, but not short enough to be revealing. Honestly, she could have put on an old rag, and still would have been sexy to me. She completed her ensemble by selecting a pair of sandals. She put her hair up in a bun, and was ready to go. Sarah never wore makeup, and never needed to. She was gorgeous naturally. I put on cargo shorts and a t-shirt, electing to go commando to match my sister.

“Want to take your car,” I asked as we headed out the door.

“Yes, but will you drive?”

“Of course, my love.”

At the car, I opened the door for my princess, and helped her inside. I buckled her seatbelt, and went to the driver side and got in. I buckled up, and we drove the short distance to our parents house. Before getting out, I took Sarah’s hand, and looked directly into her eyes. They were somewhat fearful.

“Look, baby, if you don’t want to do this, you just let me know.”

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Jacqueline dressed carefully for the interview. She really wanted to make a good impression. If she didn’t get a job soon she would probably lose her mind. Gaining employment had never been this hard before, but then again, she was applying for a different sort of work. She just needed something of short duration, to get her out of the house for a few months and recharge her batteries. But after six interviews in two weeks, what she really really needed was not to be rejected. It was hard on a girl’s self-esteem.

Though it was just temp work, she was being driven crazy at home. Her kids were off school for summer and they were wreaking havoc on her writing schedule. Since quitting her day job almost a year ago to write full time, she’d discovered a need to keep strict working hours and routines. Leading up to the summer she had believed the new arrangement to be working wonderfully. She was prolific, her quality was high, and she was able to do the family thing in the evening without having to be a slave to her blackberry. But then the elementary school went on summer break and her three kids descended upon her quiet, structured days. Now, rather than writing the children’s books and magazine short stories that provided her a career, she was taking lunch orders and ref’ing disputes about the TV. remote. It was exhausting and she missed missing them. Not that she didn’t love her kids madly…she just felt professional childcare was necessity for the modern, self-employed mother. Unfortunately, she really couldn’t afford the additional expense of childcare…unless she got a temp job for a couple of weeks to put toward the cause.

Just like the previous interviews, she wore her interview suit. It was dark aubergine wool, with a lined skirt that was a respectable length. Although, if you wanted to be critical, the slit on the right side cut just a tad too high. She would attempt to hide this flaw with a saddle colored leather briefcase.

The single breasted jacket was slimming and fit her like a glove. Did she look too much like Melanie Griffith in Working Girl? Post professional make over? Maybe. Perhaps the silk cami peeking through could be replaced with something more modern. She tried a few things on, all her tops looked bulky under the slim suit. She dug into the trunk inside her closet that contained old Halloween costumes. She couldn’t believe she still had it, but there it was: the cat woman costume she’d never worked up the nerve to wear out of the house. It would actually be perfect with her outfit. She pulled out the black leotard underneath until just the body sock of tight woven black mesh remained. Did she have the confidence to wear it? She assured herself it could hardly be seen. When the coat was buttoned there were only glimpses of the mesh between the vee of the jacket and more of the same covering her legs like sheer stockings. People wear daring things these days, she reminded herself. She was a pretty conservative looking woman, the little bit of badness might help sell her to prospective employer.

When she put the cat suit on underneath the jacket and skirt, she was amazed at the surge of confidence she felt. In this ensemble she felt…in charge. Like a vixen. Hopefully the kind of vixen you’d like to see sashaying around your office for a few weeks. Tucking her hair back into the knot at the back of her head, and plugged in some black pearl earrings. Ready.

An hour later she was straightening her coat cuffs as she stared at the reception desk in front of her. She’d been waiting several minutes. Clearly the office worker who had shown her to the small lobby had been annoyed that her appointment was interfering with her lunch hour. Jacqueline hoped the woman had at least told her boss he had an interview waiting before heading off for a two margarita lunch with the sales department.

The wood grain door swung open and a man emerged. He called her name and bade her to enter. She walked toward him, stopping to extend her hand. He took it and squeezed strongly. He was a big, broad man. She felt a fission of sexual interest kindle inside her.

The office was oddly dim, she thought as she entered. It was very nicely furnished, but with heavy draperies that obscured the watery sunlight outside. There were dark, pattered carpets on the floor and a large mahogany desk in the center of the room. She sat herself in the small chair across from the monstrous leather one he must occupy.

“Ms. Martin,” he said as he moved to take his own seat. He introduced himself a Phillip Webster. His hair was silver. It was good hair, thick and silky. Very different than the bristly mustache on his upper lip. He had a big head with a firm jaw. He looked stern, like a man who meant business. She braced herself for a hard interview. “Thank you for coming her today. I’ve looked over your resume, you look well qualified to be a personal assistant.”

She nodded. “Yes, sir, I’d say so.”

“Unfortunately, so far all the candidates I’ve interviewed have had good credentials. In fact, one has been Nick Cage’s assistant türkçe bahis for six years. He wants a change of pace and is trying out Seattle. Will work for peanuts. I all but told him he had the job.”

Jacqueline opened and closed her mouth as she tried to formulate a reply. “Nick Cage is lame,” was the best she could come up with. DAMN, looked like this job possibility was receding into the distance.

“So unless you have some passionate speech prepared to change my mind, I believe I’ll go ahead and engage him until my usual assistant returns from maternity leave.”

Jacqueline stood indignantly. “You could have texted me this explanation, you know. There was no need to drag me down here in person.” She shuttered to think of the money she had spent in parking and grooming just to get turned down flat before she said five words. “I want this job, sir. Mr. Webster. I’d work hard for you. I would do anything you want.”

She was amazed at how sexy that had sounded. She hadn’t really meant to say it like that. And yet…and yet. Over a year ago she’d had an experience that seemed to have awakened her inner sex kitten. Ever since, being alone with a strange man seemed to make her senses feel heightened. Her skin was sensitive to the little fan blowing air from across the room, and his dark, hooded eyes on her. He tugged on the side of his mustache.

“Come around, Ms. Martin.” He instructed. She rounded the desk and he inspected her from a few feet away. He started at her sensible two inch pumps, up her black clad legs, over the curves of her grape colored hips. He lingered on her breasts. Stared hard at them like he could see them beneath the lined coat.

She started to tingle all over. He was a boob man, she’s stake everything on it.

“I have been told I am very demanding.” He finally said. “I am not sure you have the strength to get the job done. It’s more physical work than you might expect. You have to be willing to do things you might find distasteful or uncomfortable. I wonder if you are the type of woman who can take whatever I throw at you,” he stated. His voice was low, gravelly. I reverberated through her body and seemed to strum a chord somewhere in the vicinity of her vagina. How could she be turned on? He was basically dismissing her while hinting maybe he’d be receptive to some sexual favors. Wasn’t he?

Oh god, she didn’t KNOW. She could be misunderstanding him. It seemed like he was propositioning her though. And if he was…did she want to take him up on it?

She had never been with an older man before. Or one that looked so grim and, well, controlling. He was a total type A, if the well-ordered pencil cup on top of his desk was any indication. The opposite of the kind of man she usually found attractive. He was a type of man she’d seen in restaurants, talking down to the wait staff. He reminded her of her friend’s mean dad. Being in his powerful presence was uncomfortable but exciting. Her body was very excited. The awareness that he was waiting for her to say something was unbearable. What if she accepted his challenge and it was all a big misunderstanding? It would be mortifying. But if she wasn’t wrong…at least it would be worth the cost of parking downtown.

Why not play? She didn’t have the job anyway, may as well go out on a limb a little. She never had to see this man again in her life. Oh, she was starting to feel soft at her center. Juicy. Did he want to know that? She could tell him. Or show him.

Her nipples chaffed against the suit. She wore no bra as the suit held her generously sized breasts firmly. Smashed them, really. Her every breath caused her nipples to rub against fabric, so sensitive now, where moments ago they’d been dormant.

“Yes, sir. I’m the type of woman who will do whatever it takes.”

She moved her hands to the center button of her jacket, flicked it open. She imagined he shifted forward as a slice of her stomach and chest were revealed. “Do you mind if I take this off? It’s warm in here.”

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” He rumbled. His hands grabbed the sides of his chair. Jacqueline imagined they wanted to help her rip the jacket from her arms. Without meeting her eyes, she shimmied out of it. Let it fall on the ground. Stood before him all but topless, her boobs mashed against the thin fabric. She sidled closer. Hitched a hip on the side of his desk. Made sure her skirt rode up to show her curvy leg.

And sat there in silence, arching and sucking in and trying to look hot. She didn’t know if it was working or not. He hadn’t pushed her away, but neither had he made a move to touch her. She closed her eyes.

“Ms. Martin? I’m a married man.” He finally said. But something in his tone made her know he wanted her to continue her seduction. Like it was a play with an inevitable ending.

“Are you, sir? She must be an amazing woman to have the devotion of a man like you.”

“She is.” He glanced at a picture on the desk and Jacqueline saw a woman in a Hawaiian lei that looked very similar to Mr. Webster. iddaa siteleri “But she’s got her own interests, and I have mine. She doesn’t mind if I indulge myself here and there.”

The role was coming so naturally now. She was a temptress, a siren. “You deserve to be indulged, sir. You deserve to have whatever you want.”

“Hhhmmm,” he said. The phone on his desk rang, startling the both of them. There was no receiver, just a speaker. He gave her a warning look, be quiet.

“This is Webster.”

“Hi, honey! I’m just out shopping and I found the cutest little love seat!”

Jacqueline caught Mr. Webster’s eye and mouthed, “Wife?” He nodded shortly. Then, as if drawn against his will, his eyes dropped down to her breasts again.

“I know we haven’t discussed getting a new couch, but I was thinking…”

His hand rose slowly. It levitated in front of her left nipple, ever so slowly; he brushed his thick fingers across the erect tip. Jacqueline could not believe the pleasure from that small touch. It felt so bad. She knew she couldn’t make any sounds, but she dropped her head back, arching herself into his touch. A moment later his right hand joined the left, together they squeezed her breasts reverently, then tweaked her nipples.

She felt her vagina gasp. She felt it clench. She squeezed her thighs together, and then relaxed them, willing him to touch her there.

“…the couch we have now can go with Matthew to college in two years. We can keep it in the attic until then…”

Jacqueline raised one of her legs and propped it up on his chair, inviting him in. But he just continued to torment her nipples.

“So what do you think? Should I buy it? This is the last sale of the year…”

She wanted to grab him by the ears and smash him against her chest. She wanted to feel his mustache abrading her skin. Impatiently she shifted forward, leaned over him in his chair. Dangled her boobs right above his quivering mustache.

“Mmmm” he murmured. She felt the first bush hairy face against her sensitive tips.

“Is that a YES?” his wife inquired.

Without pause he acquiesced. “Yes, absolutely. Just do want you need too. I give you my full permission to indulge yourself.”

“Oh my god, really? This isn’t like you at all, honey! But I like it! I’ll give you a call soon, I’ll probably need your social security number for financing. They have a 24 month free deal that we may as well take advantage of…”

Jacqueline felt like she was going to die. His mustache was so prickly, almost punishing on her sensitive nipples. She hoped he would bite them, hoped he would be rougher still with her. His wife prattled on.

“…I know you like leather, but this is covered in that micro suede. Remember those barstools at Pam and Larry’s? The material is similar to that, only in mushroom.”

He drew back from her breasts to answer, “Sound’s great. I’ve got some work to do now, but give me a call back later,” he commanded. He settled back in his chair, widening his legs so that his slacks pulled over the enormous erection jutting from between his legs. He licked his mustache, eyes inviting Jacqueline in closer.

“Oh, but first I want to talk about accent pillows! They have a bunch here.”

Jacqueline moved closer and, spur of the moment, dropped to her knees in front of him. His legs tightened around her. His own hand moved in to outline his cock, then flick open his belt buckle. Jacqueline watched him as if hypnotized, leaning in to let her sensitive breasts press against the root of his penis.

“… the curtains in that room have this pink and purple swirling pattern, if you’ve noticed. I was thinking that a similar color in the pillows would pull it all together.”

He slid his zipper down slowly and Jacqueline helped him spread the flaps open to display his pinstriped boxer shorts. She dipped her head down and ran her open mouth up the side of his length, letting her hot breath and wet tongue dampen the light fabric.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned consideringly. “I don’t mind pink in certain circumstances.” He lifted himself a little from the chair and Jacqueline took the hint, sliding his boxers and pants down until the puddled at his feet. “Just remember I’m a man.”

“I could never forget that, darling!” his wife trilled.

Neither could Jacqueline. His dick was impressive. Long, probably ten inches, curving like a scimitar into his belly. The head was purplish and nearly blue veins pulsed along the shaft. She traced them with her tongue. He smelled good, too. A gush of fluid erupted between her thighs.

“I’ll see you at dinner, then. I’m going to make your favorite!”

“Sounds good,” he answered shortly. “I’m hungry already.” His left hand reached toward the speaker phone while his right cupped his balls.

“Oh, and honey? I’m going to make sure you get a big reward for this. Maybe I’ll…you know. That thing you like? Maybe I’ll kiss it a little.”

Jacqueline looked up and caught his eye. She barely suppressed deneme bonusu veren siteler a bark of surprised laughter. She kissed the head of his cock chastely then smirked up at him.

He glowered down at her sternly and for some reason it made her feel more turned on than ever. Like she was a bad girl. And he was going to spank her. She covered his rod with her wet mouth, letting it slide all the way to the back of her throat. Ohhhhh, God.

He didn’t give an audible clue that he was getting his dick sucked to his wife, of course. He just grunted in that way men do. “I can’t wait.”

“Okay, love you!”

“Love you.”

At last he clicked off the phone. Jacqueline got down to business. She employed head techniques she’d learned in the past and also some she’d just seen on dirty videos. She went fast, she sucked the tip, she deep throated until she gagged. He seemed to really like that one.

“Suck it,” it commanded. “Choke on me. Yeah. Yeah.”

He reached down and filled his hands with her mesh covered boobs. Pinched painfully. Jacqueline squealed even as she forced her throat to open and accept his entire length.

“Now lick my balls,” he commanded. “Stroke me and lick my balls.”

She had never licked balls before. It sounded icky. But his balls were pretty nice and the way he was rolling them in his fingers let her know he was sensitive there. She tentatively licked one, then the other. Soon she had them in her mouth and was humming her pleasure. He called her names. Whore, slut, cunt. She was so turned on by his dominance she nearly screamed.

“You’re a good little whore. You listen to your master,” he said approvingly. “I could come in your mouth right now…” he seemed to be thinking it over. She moaned her protest. Not that she didn’t want him to come, but she was hoping to get off too. “No, not yet. I want to see what is under that skirt.”

Jacqueline licked his balls one last time, and then slid her mouth up his glorious cock. She let it slide between her breasts and pressed them around his length — or as much as possible with the tight fabric binding them. He groaned. He called her a good slut.

She moved up his body, sliding against him until her mouth was even with his. “Thank you,” she surprised herself by saying, “Thank you for letting me do that, Master. That was the best dick I’ve ever sucked.”

She wanted him to kiss her, but he didn’t. Instead his hand moved behind her and found the zipper at the back of her skirt. He edged it down until the garment loosened around the hips. She stood and wiggled a little, letting it slide to a heap on the floor. She stepped out, naked but for a nearly transparent cat suit and a G-string.

She hoped he would fuck her. She wanted it badly. But a slave shouldn’t ask anything of a master. So, instead of making demands verbally, she turned and bent over his desk. Spreading her legs and waving her ass enticingly. Elbows braced on his ink blotter, she nearly flinched when she felt his hands on the back of her thighs. He spread them even further, and then grabbed the globes of her ass. His fingers dug in painfully.

“You are so wet,” he said as his thick index finger slid along her cleft. “I think you’d let me do anything I want to you right now.”

“I would, Master. Anything.”

He rose behind her and she felt his shaft press into the lee of her behind. He pushed against her as his fingers pressed in circles against her clit. The hairy press of his belly against her lower back drove her crazy.

“Oh, oh oh oh,” she moaned. “Please, Master.”

He suddenly dug his fingers in hard, ripping through the mesh at her crotch. He created a gaping hole, pulling until an opening the size of a large peach bared her juicy bits. “I like the way you ask. Good manners.” He then ripped the delicate fabric of her g-string right off her body.

Just then his intercom buzzed. It was his secretary. “I’m back, sir. Do you want your messages?”

He paused, two fingers deeply embedded in Jacqueline’s pussy. “Press the button,” he commanded. She reached forward with shaking hands and found the intercom talk key.

“I’m still engaged in an interview, Ms. Peters. I will be done shortly, please do not disturb me for the next fifteen minutes.”

“Certainly, Mr. Webster,” the receptionist replied.

Sometime while she’d been giving him head he’d loosened her hair. Now he grabbed a handful of fine strands at her nape and tugged sharply. “I’ll need you to be quite now. Not a sound. No matter how much you’d like to beg me for more. Just lie there quietly.”

“I’ll try!” she half sobbed, pressing herself back against him in frantic invitation.

“I should stuff my tie in your mouth,” he muttered. But soon enough he was occupied opening a condom packet he had produced from somewhere. She could hear his ragged breathing as he rolled it down himself. He smacked her across the cheeks lightly, with his hand and his dick. Then he settled over her like a bull, barging into her clenched canal almost brutally. He was all the way in. She was stretched to her limit, with his head banging against her womb like a battering ram. His style was like a ram, too. Powerful, invasive. She felt subdued. She felt conquered. She felt almost blissfully controlled, especially when he found her hands and held them down flat on the desk.

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“Mmm, what time is it?” muttered Tati, rubbing her eyes. She sat up and looked at Alex, who was still blissfully asleep, and then looked over at the clock on her dresser, which read 3:37. Then a mischievous grin appeared on her face, and she ran downstairs to the kitchen drawer. She came back into the room smiling, with lengths of cord in her hands. Tiptoeing over to Alex, still spread on the bed, she lightly but firmly applied the rope to both of Alex’s arms and legs, tying her down to the bed frame.

Still Alex remained asleep, so Tati crept onto the bed and stuck a finger inside her. This caused Alex to squeal as her eyes darted open. It was only then that she realized that she was tied down. She looked into her sister’s eyes and said, “Ooh look who likes it kinky, eh Tati?”

“Well you don’t seem to mind it either, eh sis?” Tati asked as she glanced down at Alex’s now sopping wet pussy. She proceeded to start massaging Alex’s thighs, brushing against her slit every once in a while. This drove Alex crazy, and pretty soon she started begging Tati for more.

“Oh stop teasing me already and just eat me out,” she moaned.

“You’d better be a bit nicer to me, Alex,” Tati retorted, sticking two fingers inside Alex’s snatch and then pulling them out again. “Or else I may have to punish you.”

She continued to only finger Alex intermittently, despite her continually more aroused moans and requests for more.

“Oh you are quite the slut, Alex,” said Tati. “Well I guess I’ll give you what you want, but not yet,” she said as she shifted up the bed and squatted down on Alex’s face with her legs bent. She lowered her sweet little pussy onto Alex’s mouth, who immediately began slurping up her dripping juices eagerly. As she did this, Tati grabbed her own tits, mashing them together and illegal bahis tugging at her hard, pert nipples. She then lowered herself even more onto Alex, all but cutting off her air supply. As Alex struggled to breathe and pleasure Tati at the same time, Tati started riding Alex’s face, grinding her crotch all over her nose and lips as Alex licked slit. With a final cry of pleasure, she squirted her nectar all over Alex, who could not wipe her face clean because she was still tied down.

“Oh please, Tati,” Alex begged as her crotch tingled with desire. “I need you right now.”

Tati clambered off her sister and patted Alex’s pussy, which by now was drenching the sheets under it. However, she walked past and over to her dresser. “Hey where are you going Tati?”

“Oh you’ll see,” she replied. She rummaged about for a little while, and then turned around and walked back over to Alex with something behind her back. She then got on top of Alex again, this time in a 69 position. “Lick me, bitch,” Tati whispered seductively. Alex complied, once again shoving her tongue inside of Tati’s sweet little snatch.

Alex moaned into Tati’s soaked pussy as she felt something cold and hard enter her own vagina. She looked down for a second and say Tati sticking an 8 inch pink dildo into her pussy before she went back to eating out her sister. Tati slid the entire thing into Alex’s pussy, and then began sliding it in and out. At first she went slowly, but she soon picked up the pace, and at the same time began rubbing Alex’s clit with her other hand while licking it, too. This drove Alex to the edge in no time, and she spurted all over Tati’s face as she screamed into Tati’s lower lips. However, Tati continued to fuck her sister hard and fast, as she herself had not yet cum.

Finally, casino siteleri she felt the familiar tingling sensation between her legs, and her hips bucked against Alex’s face as she had one of the hardest orgasms of her life. Alex slurped up as much of Tati’s juices as she could, and at the same time, she felt herself cum a second time. Her toes curled as her legs struggled involuntarily against the ropes. As they both came into each other’s mouths, they screamed in unison, riding out both their orgasms. Finally, Tati rolled off Alex and pulled out the pink dildo with a plop. She then licked the tip, and as she drew away her luscious lips, a strand of saliva mixed with Alex’s girl cum broke away. Then, she stuck it into Alex’s mouth, who proceeded to suck every last bit of juice on it, loving the taste of herself.

At last, Tati decided it was time to take off the ropes since Alex’s two powerful orgasms had kind of chaffed her ankles and wrists where she had been tied. They were now slightly pink from the rough cord, and Alex rubbed her wrists as she stood up.

“Well, I’m gonna go shower,” she said.

“Again?” Tati looked at her.

“Yeah. I kind of have your cum all over my face, my cum all over my legs, and my sweat is making me sticky all over. I’d like to wash myself before it all dries and feels even more disgusting.”

“Well I kind of like the feeling of your cum all over my face, Alex” Tati giggled, “but I guess I should shower, too.”

As Alex walked into the shower stall and turned on the warm water, Tati decided to go join her. Pushing open the sliding glass door and closing it again behind her, Tati walked over and kissed Alex as the warm water fell onto them. As they broke apart, Alex joked, “Wow you really are a little poker siteleri slut, Tati. I can’t believe you’re still horny.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you can help me out then,” Tati replied as she picked up the liquid soap and squeezed it over her head, letting it drip all over Alex and herself. The drops splattered onto their breasts and ran down their bellies, and then tossing the bottle aside, they embraced each other and pushed their tits together, rubbing them around to spread the soapy water. As they rubbed their sexy bodies together, they leaned in and kissed with the water running down their faces and droplets running down their bodies. They stood their and washed each other off, groping each other gently. Tati grabbed Alex’s pert little breasts and played with them as Alex grabbed Tati’s ass cheeks, squeezing them.

Then, as Tati was sucking on Alex’s nipples, biting and nibbling at one occasionally, Alex snuck her fingers from Tati’s ass into her pussy, causing Tati to jump and squeal unexpectedly. She cupped Tati’s crotch and started finger-fucking her, making Tati start moaning as she suckled on Alex’s left nipple.

Tati decided she couldn’t take it anymore, and she pulled Alex down to the shower floor along with her. She then opened her legs and wrapped them around Alex, scissoring her and grinding her own pussy lips against Alex’s. Alex wrapped her legs around Tati as well, and they both started grinding against each other furiously, both of them moaning loudly as the pleasure built up. Finally, Tati trembled and began shaking and bucking her hips as she came hard, and this increased sensation caused Alex to cum, too, and they both screamed out. “Ohhhh yeah!” screamed Alex as Tati screamed, “Oh God, I’m cummingggg!”

After they both came, they finished washing each other and got out of the shower, each wrapping a large white towel around themselves. By now, it was evening already, as the clock read 6:04. Tati said, “I’m hungry. Let’s go make dinner,” to which Alex responded, “Me, too. Let’s go.” And they both started down the stairs and headed for the kitchen.

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Bit of fantasy, lactation and talk of bi sex (male/male) in this one.

I was having the best dream, deep inside a woman, fucking her hard from behind and it felt amazing. As I got close to climax it started to feel more and more real then all of a sudden it was, I pushed deep inside as my cock erupted, spraying my seed deep into the woman. I opened my eyes, it was dark at first but I could just make out a slim woman with long hair, great breasts and a really nice ass. When she spoke, my world changed.

“Oh fuck, Marcus?” Said my sister Melissa as she turned on her lamp.

“H… How the fuck, what?” I said then blacked out.

I woke up covered with a blanket, I thought it was all just a vivid dream but I touched my cock and it was still sticky from a mixture of my own and Melissa’s cum. She was sitting in her chair but got up to give me a glass of water when she spotted I was awake. She’d dressed in her silk robe and by her nipples sticking out, was naked under it.

“Are you okay?” She said.

“I think so, so many questions though.”

“It’s my fault, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t understand how I got here.”

“I’d say, magic and I hope you’ll not think I’m crazy.”

“Well, since I went to bed in my dorm room and woke up right as I’m cumming into my own sister who still lives at home, halfway across town, I think I’m open to hear anything at this point.”

“I bought a sex toy, the lady in the store said it was enchanted. She said if I thought about a man I loved and desired it would bring you to me. I didn’t know she meant literally and right as I was cumming but I was trying to think of this guy I really like in my class and you popped into my head and I couldn’t get you out. I thought it would just make me appealing to him somehow.”

“Where’s the toy?”

“It’s here, if fell out as you entered me.”

Melissa held up a pretty unassuming looking vibrator.

“I don’t know why you think you’d need magic to attract a man, you’re beautiful Melissa. What are we going to do, should we talk about what happened?”

“My brother came into me as I had the best orgasm of my life, what could we possibly have to talk about.” She said with a smile.

“You’re not angry or freaked out it was me?”

“No, you’re my big brother, you’ve protected me all my life and I love you. I trust you not to tell anyone about this.”

“All I got was the climax, it felt really good though.”

Forgetting I was naked I got up and pulled Melissa to me for a hug, we held each other for ages then she kissed me on the cheek.

“Lets find you something to wear so you can sneak back to your room.”

I somehow managed to get back to my dorm wearing a pink robe without being spotted by anyone, I crawled back into bed and once I’d showered I sent a text to Melissa.

‘Hope you slept well, I won’t forget tonight, I love you Sis.’

‘Love you too’ She replied.

That weekend, having spent all week daydreaming about Melissa, I had a few beers on Friday then went to my room with the intention of going to visit home on Saturday. I got to sleep okay but again woke during a really vivid sex dream, this time I was on top of Melissa, thrusting as she came right before I exploded into her, enjoying the look of pleasure on her face and her breasts bouncing and as I sprayed my seed into her I was suddenly there, inside her tight pussy. When we’d both caught our breaths I climbed out from between her legs and laid beside her, my cock dripping cum onto her leg.

“I don’t get it, I even had his picture on my phone this time.” She said.

“I was coming over tomorrow anyways, saved me the drive.” I said grinning.

“Oh and I’m just sure mom would love to see you walking about naked, you have no clothes here remember.”

“Fuck. You smell like you’ve been drinking too, how am I going to get back.”

“I’ve had too many to drive, I’d sneak out with you but Mom’s seen me home.”

“I’ll call someone, I know his fucking price though so you will owe me after this one. I’m leaving some clothes here until you get this cleared up too.”

“You’ve got to cum in me twice, how much more do you want.” She said with a wry smile.

“Well the lead up to said climaxes would be nice, all I get is a fun dream then I’m cumming in you.”

“We can talk about it later, this is kinda freaking me out right now.”

“Fine, I’ll call my friend.”

The only person I knew who would be up at that time was a friend of a friend. He was openly gay and liked me a lot and I knew he’d want to have sex just for driving canlı bahis me back. I figured it would be less painful taking it in the ass than explaining how I got to my sisters room naked.

“I’ll do you this favor but my boyfriend would get upset if I fucked you, I do want the story though, how the hell did you get home with no clothes, you smell like beer but you’re far from drunk and I know you’re not a drug person.” He said as he drove.

“I’ll tell you but it’s pretty far fetched, is the truth though.”

When I told him he laughed.

“Oh sweetie, if you want to fuck your sister just live with it, no point making up crazy shit like that.” He said, still laughing.

“Wish I could say I actually fucked her, all I get is the climax.”

“Well I’m not telling anyone that, I’ll call you next week, trying to talk him into a 3 some if you’re down, don’t feel obliged, trying to be less of a dick about doing people favors.”

“I’ll take that call.” I said with a smile then made my way inside.

Next morning I packed clothes to leave in Melissa’s room then drove over to see her and Mom.

“You look tired sweetie, you up drinking all night like your sister?” Said Mom, kissing and hugging me.

“Studying and talking to friends, lost track of time.” I said.

“Hey, did you bring those books I asked you for?” Said Melissa.

“I did, they’re in my trunk, remind me before I leave.” I replied.

We had a nice dinner but as we sat chatting Mom’s phone rang.

“Well, I’m sorry to cut this short Son but I’ve been called into work, couple of servers have crashed so I’ll be back around 3am knowing this customer.” Said Mom, getting her jacket.

After she left, Melissa smiled at me.

“So um, do you want to enjoy more than a climax with me?” She said.

“You’re saying you want to intentionally have sex with me?”

“I am.”

“Melissa, I’m your brother, what we’ve already done is crazy but we can brush off to that enchanted toy of yours. I don’t know.”

“You’ve sprayed 2 full loads of cum into me, how can intentionally having sex be any different.”

I tried to think of reasons to say why not and my mind went blank. She was right, I didn’t exactly leap off her screaming ‘what the fuck are we doing’ the second time and when she took her top off in front of me, any tiny amount of resistance I should have had was gone. She wasn’t wearing a bra so once her t-shirt was shed to the floor I leaned over and started sucking her nipples in turn. We stripped each other naked then she got up onto the couch on her knees and insisted I take her from behind. I didn’t care, seeing her beautiful ass again was wonderful and I watched my own cock as I slowly pushed it inside her. Once I was fully inside I began to thrust, deep long strokes as I held on to her waist and enjoyed her moans as I fucked her. I was soon pounding away, I felt her cum a couple of times but right as I pushed in deep to cum, she told me to stop but it was too late, I pushed my cock deep inside her then threw my head back as I came, groaning ‘oh fuck yes’ as I filled her with seed. When I was still pulsing the last of my cum into her I opened my eyes to see Mom standing at the end of the couch, her eyes fixed on us and her mouth open. I froze, Melissa’s pussy was still twitching on my cock, milking every drop of my seed.

“I’m going to get a drink and the pair of you will put your clothes on and sit and wait for me to get back.” She said quietly then left the room.

“Oh fucking shit, this is all my fault, I’m so sorry.” Said Melissa as I pulled out.

I handed her clothes to her and put my hand on the side of her face and kissed her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just as to blame.”

We both dressed and sat with our gazes low when Mom came back into the room. She had a glass of scotch and sat down in her chair facing us.

“I want the truth, I do not want either of you lying to me. How many times have you two had sex?” She said, her voice calm.

“Technically, that was the first time.” Said Melissa.

“What the fuck does technically mean Melissa?”

Melissa told her about the toy and the previous twice that I’d cum in her.

“So you’re telling me, you were playing with a sex toy and your brother just appeared to cum in you? At least tell me you’re on birth control.”

“I am Mom.”

“Go and get the toy.” Said Mom, Melissa left the room.

“You are supposed to protect her, care for her not seduce and fuck her young man. She’s your sister, not some college slut you kaçak iddaa just use when you want.” Said Mom.

“She’s telling the truth Mom, I swear.” I replied.

Melissa came back and handed mom the toy, back in it’s small white box.

“You, young lady, are grounded for a month, I don’t care that you’re sexually active but fucking him won’t fly in my house. You, Marcus, I can’t ground you but you are not welcome in this house until you can learn to keep it in your pants. I’ll be talking to your councilor on Monday to get you in a program.” She said then finished the rest of her drink.

“Mom, I…” I started.

“NOW Marcus, give her the books then go back to your dorms.” Yelled Mom, I was pretty stunned.

She watched as I handed Melissa my clothes bag and stayed at the door until I drove off. I was pretty hurt and my mind was all over the place. I knew that part of being grounded would mean Melissa would lose her phone so I couldn’t even talk to her about it.

I was pretty sad the next day but on the Sunday night I woke up at the end of a great sex dream again and shuddered as I came, deep inside my wide eyed Mom.

She was still catching her breath from her own orgasm then when she felt my seed splash inside her she came again, wrapping her legs round my back as I pushed my cock into her. I looked down at her naked breasts as I caught my breath then when she’d finished cumming she gently pushed me off her, looking down at my cock as I rolled onto my back.

“You… you’re huge.” She said.

“I told you she was telling the truth.” I replied.

“Fuck. What are we going to do, I just made my own son cum inside me. I hope you can forgive me, I didn’t mean to use you.”

“Does this mean I’m welcome back home?”

“You’re not upset?”

“The whole incest barrier thing has already been shattered in my head from having sex with Melissa, you felt pretty good, from what I got.”

“How long until you’re hard again.” She said, staring at my cock.

“Uh, usually not long, especially when I didn’t really have sex.”

“You do not tell anyone about this do you hear me?” She said.

Before I could reply she took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me, it had the effect she was looking for and I was soon hard again. Still without saying anything she got on top of me, reverse cowgirl and fed my cock into herself and began to ride me, leaving me just her ass to gaze at as she fucked me. I lasted through 4 of Mom’s orgasms then couldn’t hold back anymore, I pushed up and came again, enjoying the sensation of my orgasm setting off another in Mom. She leaned forward, catching her breath as my cock started to soften inside her then she got off me and walked to her bathroom. She was gone a few minutes but came back out dressed in her silk robe with a damp cloth and gently cleaned my cock and balls then sat on the bed next to me.

“Sorry I used you, it’s been so long since your father left and I’ve never had a cock as big as yours is. I’ll drive you home, do you have any clothes here?” She said quietly.

“I do but they’re in Melissa’s room.”

“Shit, I don’t want her to know about us.”

“I uh, have an idea.”

My plan worked, I had Mom clean and give Melissa her toy back and took a nap, few hours later I woke as I sprayed my cum into my sister.

“Oh that felt good! Mom has chilled out a little too, she hugged me and said she was sorry for getting so mad, said she’s going to call you tomorrow.” Said Melissa as I pulled out of her.

“Awesome, but you need to sort this out sis, I can’t keep doing this teleport shit, it’s freaking me out a little.”

Melissa had me fuck her twice before she took me back to my dorms, I was pretty exhausted by the time I flopped into my bed and my cock ached. I hoped her toy would be left alone for a while. A while turned out to be only a couple of days, Melissa kept saying she didn’t understand but always wanted me to fuck her before she would take me back to the dorms.

Mom called me and invited me for dinner the next weekend, when she opened the door in lingerie I knew food was the last thing on her mind. Melissa was out, Mom rode me like a woman possessed until I came in her, we chatted for a while then I left, only to be pulled back by Melissa a few hours later.

I wondered if Melissa using her toy so much would have any repercussions and I soon found that answer. I was sitting reading a book in my bed when the sensations of sex, my cock hardening and feeling moist and I felt myself being pulled. I was kaçak bahis suddenly deep inside Melissa, I climaxed then blacked out.

When I woke I couldn’t move. I started to hear voices then I could see but it was like I was floating outside my body. Melissa was naked and was in tears, she was talking to someone on the phone, I only caught the tail end of her conversation.

“I know but I couldn’t help it, I got addicted to him, to his cock and I needed it all the time.” She said. “Okay.” She said after a pause then hung up the phone.

I saw a flash, I didn’t understand what it was then I seen her. A tall dark haired woman was standing next to my body, she touched Melissa on the cheek then kissed her. She looked up at where I seemed to be floating then said something in a language I’d never heard then I was back in my body, taking a deep breath as I sat up.

“What the fuck was that!” I said, my head still spinning.

“Relax, you’ll be okay my dear.” Said the woman.

“Oh Marcus I’m so sorry, I did this to you.” Said Melissa.

“He’ll be fine. He must drink from you and your Mother, bring her in here.” Said the woman.

“M… mother? She used the toy too?”

“Go and get her Melissa.”

Melissa left and came back with Mom.

“No questions, take off your clothes and kneel beside him.” Said the woman.

Mom looked at the woman and Melissa then did as she was told. The woman had Melissa kneel on the opposite side of Mom and touched each of their breasts, in turn they fed their engorged nipples to me and I drank the warm milk that flowed into my mouth. Everything was so surreal I really expected to be dreaming but by the taste of their warm milk flowing down my throat was clear and not something I could have made up in my head. My throbbing and painful erection told me I wasn’t dreaming too.

“I have to take the toy back Melissa, you were told not to share it and you’re using it too much. Both of your milk will give him energy, it will last a week but it has side effects, you may want to stay home until he’s fully restored.”

“Wh.. what side effects?” said Mom.

“You will both be producing milk that he must drink, it will give him energy but also insatiable lust for both of you. I know you have both taken him and brought him to you with the toy so this burden falls on you both,” said the woman.

The woman kissed me on the lips then left, Mom and Melissa sat down on the bed looking a little stunned.

“So that’s why you stopped being mad at us after you caught us together?” said Melissa.

“I didn’t believe you, seemed too far fetched to be true but looking at the toy made me horny and I wanted to cum, I have’t had a sex toy for so long, worried you would find it and judge me. When the toy was suddenly replaced by your brother as he was cumming in me I knew you were telling the truth, was okay about what I’d done so we had sex again. I didn’t know you were using it so much.”

“I hope these get smaller again when this is done,” said Melissa, touching her breasts.

“They will, I nursed you both. Didn’t expect to be doing it again at 42 but if that’s what I have to do to pay for hurting him I will.”

“Both talking like I’m not here, I need to drink more then someone needs to take me, my cock is still throbbing and it doesn’t hurt anymore,” I said, stroking my erection.

The week at home was amazing, Mom and Lisa took turns to feed me their milk then I’d spend hours fucking both of them until they were worn out. When the milk stopped I was a little sad but I’d managed to fulfill all of my fantasies. I drove to the little store on the outskirts of town and went to see her.

“Well, how did it go?” said the woman.

“It was exactly how I’d fantasized Mistress,” I replied.

“You had me worried when your Sister overused it, I hate bringing back accidental out of body trips, you feeling okay?”

“I am.”

“Well, you remember my price right?”

“I do Mistress, do you want me to start tonight?”

“Yes but tell me about your week. I still can’t believe I take the one apprentice just as kinky as I am. Are you going to keep fucking them? You don’t need permission for those 2.”

“I am, they’re pretty fun.”

“Well good, I can’t wait to share you with Steven tonight, he’ll get so excited knowing you pulled it off, I’m sure he’ll want to fuck you again.”

What Melissa will never know, the toy she bought did what it was supposed to. My Mistress, a Witch, helped me live a fantasy I’d had since I first wanted women. Her price? A week with her and her brother, also her lover, to cook and clean for them at their house, spending the whole time naked to be taken by either of them when they wanted. I had many more wild and wonderful adventures learning the powers my Mistress had but those are stories for another time…

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This is going to be awkward, I think to myself. I’ll definitely have to do this again. I’m driving through the night, thinking over what just happened. But let’s go back a bit.

We’re away at one of my wife’s family events, incredibly boring, but I take time away from my weekend to fly out and spend time with her folks. I’ll fly back Sunday evening by myself, which I actually appreciate, at least I’ll get some sort of rest during this weekend.

When I get there on Saturday, my sister-in-law, let’s call her Zoe, comes up to me and asks whether I could give her a lift to the airport on Sunday as she’s flying out a bit earlier than me. No problem, I tell her. She gives me a hug – she’s “friendly” like that – and to me that would be it already. Little did I know…

In the evening there is some drinks and socialising planned, which only the drinking part is really interesting to me. We show up and Zoe, as if she was waiting for someone, greets us at the door and gives me another hug, this time slightly longer and tighter. I put it down to her having had a few drinks and just being her “friendly” self.

As the evening wears on, I get nice and buzzed. Maybe it’s just the drink that’s getting to me, but I feel like Zoe is somehow trying to establish body contact. Walking past me, I can feel her butt rubbing against me. She leans over my shoulder to reach something – I can feel her boobs on my shoulder.

I don’t mind that at all – actually, she’s actually really cute. She used to dance competitively and has one of those dancer butts, shaped like apples and firm but also soft. Her boobs are quite small, but really perky and really fit her body type. Her face is probably the most attractive part. She’s got huge green eyes, nice full lips and really knows how to wear make-up appropriately. I’ve known her a while and noticed she also had a tongue piercing. In naughty moments, I imagine why she got it… Anyway, I think nothing of it, maybe she just does that to everybody.

Sunday comes along and it’s time to say our good byes and get on the road. It’s about an hour-long drive, mostly on the motorway, hardly any traffic at this time. We get out on the motorway, I put on cruise canlı bahis control and try to strike up a conversation with Zoe. Before we got to anything, I can feel her grabbing my had, gently stroking it. She looks me in the eyes and tells me how thankful she is that I could give her lift.

“No biggie…” I say.

“It is!” Zoe insists.

She doesn’t know how to thank me, I’d always be the one to do things for others and never ask for anything back.

I’m wondering if she’s still intoxicated from last night. I mean I don’t mind helping out, but it’s not like I’m saving the world.

She asks me how much longer we’ve got to the airport. “About 20 minutes.” Click, she’s unbuckled.

Before I know what’s going on, her head is in my lap, she’s unbuttoning my jeans. Trying to drive while also halfway trying to stop whatever is going on, I just think “What the fuck is this?” I get out an awkward “Hey?!” as Zoe tells me this is the least she can do.

My soft dick gets covered by her lips immediately and completely disappears in her mouth. As I get harder she doesn’t manage to get much in anymore, as this is a really awkward position.

It feels really good, but the awkward angle and her limited movement is not going to make me cum. I don’t want to discourage her, and as her head is bopping up and down I give her a “oh yeah” to keep her going. Unfortunately, we’re already rolling up to the airport before I can actually get anything out of this and we don’t have time to stop somewhere.

She doesn’t even stop until we park the rental car, fully aware people can see her and know what she was doing as she comes back up.

Her lips are covered in saliva, she looks at me, realising we’ve arrived as her the look on her face turns almost sad. “Oh my god, I really wanted to give you a nice treat, I’m so sorry I didn’t make you cum!” she says almost apologetically.

I don’t know what to say and only get out a “Don’t worry, I appreciate the gesture!” realising that’s a really weird thing to say after something like this.

Awkwardly we walk to security and through to the gates. Zoe’s on a slightly earlier flight, but to the kaçak iddaa same city and my car is parked at her house because she lives quite closely to the airport I’m flying into. Shouldn’t be a problem to just pop in, get my car and head back home and jerk off thinking about what could have been if we had more time earlier.

She’s already home when I get to her house and calls me in. “I’m just going in to say hi and then head out!” I’m thinking.

“Could you just come to the living room, please?” I hear Zoe.

Yeah, why not. I come into the living room and I can literally feel my jaw drop. Zoe is in the middle of the living room, kneeling down, wearing the most amazing negligee I’ve ever seen.

Black and red lace, tight around the waist, no undies. Her boobs are completely free, only supported but a little suspender underneath them, making them even perkier than I imagined them.

I can tell it’s quite cold in the room, her big pink nipples are virtually standing upright in the air.

I am speechless. The sight of her on her knees in this outfit is making my head spin. She directs me over, saying “time to finish you off properly”. I decide to switch off my brain completely, disregarding that this is my much younger sister-in-law virtually begging to suck me off.

Standing in the middle of the room, she looks up at me, unbuckling my belt, telling me “I felt really bad giving such a shit blowjob. I can do a lot better, I promise!”

I’m thinking this is a dream, but she is actually pulling me in closer, nibbling on my jeans, undoing the buttons with her teeth. My boxers come off, my rock hard dick bouncing in front of Zoe’s face.

She grabs my hands and places them on her awesome tits. She asks “do you like these? I was trying to rub them on you as much as possible yesterday… Squeeze them as hard as you like. They’re all yours!”

I give them a gentle squeeze, but she tells me to go a lot harder, pinch her nipples. I assume she really means it, so I go for it, squeezing her tits nice and hard, doing what I want with them, giving them gentle slaps to see them bounce.

She tells me “That’s more like it!”. Her kaçak bahis hands firmly grab my butt cheeks and pull me in closer. She begins licking up and down my shaft, making me feel her pierced tongue all over my throbbing cock. Her huge green eyes staring directly into mine, she takes my dick into her mouth. She doesn’t mess around and immediately takes it in almost the whole way.

Unlike in the car, this is absolutely amazing!

She is bouncing her head back and forth and my rock hard dick, gently gagging every time she takes it in all the way.

She pushes me into her throat all the way. I can feel her nose against my pelvis. Her eyes completely fixate on me, I can feel her pierced tongue massaging my balls, my dick all the way inside her mouth and down her throat – a technique I’ve never felt before.

She grabs my hands off her tits, takes my dick out of her mouth and tells me to finish myself off for her.

A bit confused, I grab my dick and start jerking it. “No, no, no!” she tells me.

She takes my hands and places them on the back of her head. “I want you to fuck my face whichever way you want to. Tell me when you’re ready to give me your cum, I want to get it out for you! Now go ahead fuck my face!”

I go for it, knowing there are no limits to what Zoe will let me do today. I push her head straight down my dick, all the way in. She lets out a big moan, I know I can keep going this roughly.

I keep fucking her face, hard and fast. At this pace, I’m going to explode shortly. “I’m ready!” I tell her.

She pulls back, takes my cock in her hands and strokes it ferociously. She opens her mouth wide, sticks out her tongue, licking the tip of my dick and tells me to plaster her face with cum.

I can’t hold it anymore, let out a huge moan and blast my first load all over her tongue.

She immediately closes her mouth, swallowing the load as my second stream of cum blasts all over her lips, nose, eyes and onto her forehead.

She turns her head slightly as my next cum load covers her cheek. She turns the other way to make sure her whole face is covered in my steaming cum.

She takes my dick back into her mouth and begins sucking it really hard, making sure not a drop of cum is left in me.

She looks even more amazing covered in my cum with my dick in her mouth…

As I begin to soften up, she gets up and tells me, “You’re not done, yet, are you? I’ve got more holes for you!”

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J,J – The Backseat

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Jason sat in the back of his black 2004 Toyota Camry, kissing his girlfriend Jennifer softly on the lips. It was 11:00pm, and his car was situated innocently under a tree in the empty school parking lot. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Baby, I love you,” he whispered into Jennifer’s ear.

She smiled back at him, and replied “I love you too Jason,” before kissing him passionately, sucking on his tongue slightly.

Jason had been going out with Jennifer for about a year now. He was 19, a year older than Jennifer, but they were both still only seniors in high school. Jason wrestled for his high school, and had the typical muscular build for the sport. He was 5’8 and about 155 pounds, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Jennifer was a tennis player, around 5’4 and 125 pounds, with average sized breasts. She had curly brown hair, and a tight round ass to die for. They had both finished practice around an hour ago, and Jason was supposed to drive Jennifer back to her place.

As they kissed Jason’s hands roamed up Jennifer’s body, cupping her breasts. He lightly massaged them in his hands, and Jennifer let out a soft moan. Immediately, Jason could feel his cock begin to stiffen. He leaned in and sucked hard on Jennifer’s neck, just where she liked it. She let out a gasp.

Jennifer reached up and began to pull Jason’s shirt over his head. When it was off, she threw it on the floor of his car and ran her hands over his defined abs.

“God he’s fucking sexy,” she thought to herself.

She felt a familiar tingling in her pussy at the thought of her muscular wrestler fucking her hard in the backseat of his car. She reached down and ran her hands up his thighs ever so gently, biting her lip and grinning mischievously at him. As Jason continued kissing her neck, Jennifer ran her hands lightly over the inside of her boyfriend’s thighs, towards the now apparent bulge in his pants. Her hand crept further and further up his legs, until she could feel his hard package pressing through his jeans. She stroked his rock-hard cock up and down through the outside of the fabric, making Jason cease kissing her and grunt with pleasure.

Jennifer smiled at him and asked “You really want it tonight, don’t you babe?”

Jason responded by looking into her eyes and shaking his head up and down. Jennifer’s hands slowly undid the button on his jeans. She reached through Jason’s underwear and grabbed his 6″ inch cock with her hand. She looked at him slyly and began to stroke it gently. Jason leaned back up against the door of the car and relaxed, grunting with pleasure.

“I know how much you like it when I touch your big cock babe,” Jennifer whispered in his ear.

She knew it would drive him crazy if she started talking dirty to him. Her hand softly worked up and down his hard erection, slowly pumping it in a steady rhythm. She took her other hand, and lightly began to play with his balls, caressing them carefully. She could feel the pre-cum began to leak out of the tip bedava bahis of his member as she jacked him off, and knew he was starting to enjoy himself.

“Not so fast babe, calm down,” she told him sternly, “We’re just getting started.” She stopped massaging his member, and Jason gasped in protest.

“Babe!,” he said to her in indignation.

Jennifer looked at him sternly and replied “No.”

That was all it took to silence him. She held his cock in her hand, and locked eyes with him. She slowly lowered her head down towards his erection, but suddenly veered away. She softly sucked on the inside of his right thigh, and then his left, before kissing the base of his dick. She ran her tongue all the way up the length of his erection, before circling her tongue on the tip of his cock several times. Jason moaned and thrust upward, attempting to force his cock into her mouth, but Jennifer just smiled.

“God you taste so fucking good,” she told Jason, “You know I love taking your hard cock in my mouth and sucking you off just how you like it.”

She saw his dick twitch in excitement as she said this, and she could feel her pussy juices began to flow between her legs. She teased him in this manner for several minutes, licking his member up and down lightly, but refusing to lower her mouth down onto him.

Finally, she began to slowly lower her head down onto his cock, taking all of him deep into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his erection, coating his member in saliva. Jason reached down and began to play with her hair, enjoying the sexy view of his girl sucking him off. He smiled to himself and grunted softly. He could feel the familiar sensation of pleasure rise up from the bottom of his dick, as Jennifer worked his cock with her experienced mouth. Her other hand reached down and lightly stroked the area between his balls and his anus with one finger.

“Baby, you make me feel so fucking good,” Jason gasped as Jennifer continued bobbing up and down on him.

Jennifer could feel Jason’s dick began to swell up in her mouth, and she knew he was about to come. She stopped suddenly and smiled at Jason. Jason frowned at her with his mouth open.

“I need to get mine too before you finish,” she said to him quietly.

She got up and laid her back against the car door opposite Jason. She slowly undid her pants and removed her belt, revealing a pair of black panties trimmed with white lace. Jason’s eyes crept down to her panties, noticing the large wet spot steadily spreading on them. God, he loved how wet she got for him. He crawled over towards her and ran his hands up and down the outside of her panties, massaging her pussy lips through them. His hands ran up her thigh to her ass, and he gave it a firm squeeze. Then he slowly removed her panties and threw them on the ground, revealing her pretty little pink pussy.

Jason kneeled down on the car floor, and lowered his head between his girlfriend’s legs. He ran his tongue around casino siteleri the outside of her pussy lips, savoring her sexy scent and taste. He gave her several, slow, long licks upwards, before spreading her pussy apart with his mouth and searching for her clitoris. Jennifer’s hands began to run through Jason’s hair, as she allowed him to pleasure her most sensitive area. Jason’s tongue explored her folds, until he found her sensitive little button. He began to slowly and rhythmically lick upwards on it. After a minute or two Jennifer began to softly moan, and her hips pressed gently up into his face. Her grip on his hair grew stronger, as her pleasure and lust increased. Jason noticed how wet she was getting, and his cock hardened further.

“God, I’m so fucking horny,” he thought to himself, “I need to finish this quick and get my dick inside of her.”

Jason took his left hand, and pushed one finger past the folds of Jennifer’s pussy. She let out a gasp, and her hips shifted up hard towards his face.

“That’s it baby,” Jason said, “You like it when I finger fuck your pussy don’t you?”

As his finger pushed in and out of his girlfriend’s cunt, he decided to turn it upwards and try to find her g-spot. He fingered fucked her and licked her clitoris gently for around ten minutes, before he noticed a certain change in Jennifer. Her breathing became heavier, and her moans louder. Her hips rotated upwards steadily into his face as she squirmed while Jason ate out her hot pussy.

“God baby, don’t stop,” she told him breathlessly, “It feels so fucking good.”

She didn’t know what was going on; normally Jason was terrible at giving her head. Jason heeded her warning, and kept rhythmically licking her cunt and fingering her. He could feel Jennifer get wetter and wetter, which only increased his own arousal as he enthusiastically licked her pussy. Before long, he felt her pussy clamp down on his finger.

“What the fuck is happening?,” he thought.

Interested, he kept sliding his finger in and out of her in this same manner.

“Oh fuck!,” Jennifer yelled.

Her pussy thrust into Jason’s face, as she felt a warm stream of liquid leave her cunt. Her wet juices spurted out onto Jason’s face, and he stopped startled.

“Oh shit!,” he stuttered, “I made you squirt.”

Jennifer looked up at him in need, “Baby don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Jason eagerly lowered himself down onto her again, and began to lick her clit and finger her in the same manner. Before too long, he could feel her pussy once again tighten onto his finger, as she squirted gently on him, coating his face in her juices. He chuckled to himself, and kept going, eager to see what would happen if he continued. Jennifer squirted softly several more times onto him, before her hips thrust violently into his face.

Her pussy tightened around his fingers to a point where he couldn’t even enter her anymore, as she screamed loudly, “Oh fuck yesssss!” bahis siteleri

Jason continued licking as Jennifer’s pussy exploded onto him, coating him and his car in a powerful jet of her pussy juices. Jason stopped licking her pussy, and smiled at her gently.

“Babe, I didn’t know you could do that,” he told her in amazement.

“I didn’t either!,” she said back to him laughing, “God I feel fucking amazing!”

Her eyes wandered down to her boyfriend’s crotch and she noticed Jason’s cock harder than ever. She looked him in the eyes and said, “Babe, I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

Jason didn’t need her to ask twice. He quickly climbed on top of her, staring deep into her eyes. He grabbed his dick and ran his head gently up and down her pussy lips, spreading them lightly. Jennifer moaned and rolled her hips up, eager to take his hard cock into her.

Jason couldn’t wait any longer, he slid his cock slowly into Jennifer, and she let out a satisfying gasp. Jennifer’s hands grabbed his hips and attempted to slide his cock in and out of her cunt faster and faster.

“Fuck me Jason! Make me your dirty little girl!,” she moaned at him.

Jason lost it. He thrust into her harder and faster, grunting with satisfaction. He loved making her pussy his, fucking her hard and letting her know that she was his dirty girl. Jason stopped thrusting into her and grabbed Jennifer roughly, spinning her around. He pushed her head down into the car seat now soaked in her pussy juices, and forced her ass up. He slapped her tight round ass hard, and she let out a moan.

“Fuck me from behind,” she moaned at him, “Teach your dirty little girl a lesson.”

Jason slapped her ass again, and then entered her sweet, wet, little pussy from behind. God, it felt so good when he fucked her like this. He admired the view of his cock sliding in and out of her wet folds, working her cunt just like she liked. He grabbed Jennifer’s hair and pulled on it, making her arch back on his cock. He leaned in while fucking her and whispered in her ear, “Do you like being my dirty little girl?” She responded quickly, “I love being your fucking dirty little girl babe, I want to feel you come inside me!”

Jason started thrusting harder and harder into her cunt, and Jennifer’s moans became louder and louder. He grabbed her hips and pulled them into him as he thrust, letting her pussy take his cock deeper and deeper into her.

Before long, he could feel the pleasure rise up from the base of his dick. He fucked her hard, desperate to come in her sweet little pussy.

“I’m going to come,” he grunted at Jennifer.

All Jennifer could do was moan, as she felt Jason’s cock swell up inside of her wet pussy and unleash his seed. She could feel him spurting his semen inside of her again and again, and she fucking loved every second of it. Jason grunted and pulled out once he was finished, hugging Jennifer tightly into his chest. Jennifer curled up on top of him, and sighed in satisfaction.

“That was fucking awesome babe,” she told him softly.

Jason just smiled at her. Tonight had been a good night, tomorrow would be even better. They gathered their cloths, and put them on quickly, before Jason jumped in the front seat of the car and hurried off to take her home.

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It Starts with a Visit

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I come to your office for a visit, I walk into your office and you don’t get up to give me a hug because your cock is already growing hard. I come over to tease you about not giving me a hug and sit on the edge of your desk. My skirt is riding up slightly and you can see my edge of my stockings, and you can smell my perfume and you realize you also smell my pussy. We catch up with each other, your eyes moving from my face to my pussy. We are left alone in the office and try to continue at the small talk though I notice you staring at me, so I ask you if you like what you see and maybe you would like to see more. I pull my skirt up higher and part my legs slightly and you can see I have no panties on. My pussy already damp with my juices and I push a finger deep inside of me twisting it and rubbing it back and forth until it is coated in my juices. I lean forward to offer you a taste; I can feel your tongue flickering around my finger and sucking it deep in your mouth so you can taste all my cream. I slid off your desk and tell you to call me sometime if you want me to help you with anything.

You cock is so hard, you hand moves down to try to make yourself comfortable but as your hand touches your shaft you realize that you so close to cumming. You know that it would not take long to stroke yourself until you explode or better yet — shove your hard cock deep in my mouth. You want to feel my tongue flickering over the head of your cock, licking around and around canlı bahis your shaft with my tongue so I feel every ridge, so I can feel you’re growing harder and when you are ready to suck you deep in my throat and you thrust back and forth as you fuck my mouth. You try to get your thoughts on other things as you go back to work, throughout the afternoon your mind returns to thoughts of me sucking your cock, of you licking my pussy and of sliding your hard cock deep inside of my wet, tight pussy.

Later on that evening I hear a knock at my door. I look through the peephole and I am happy to see you standing there. I open the door and I am dressed in a long, hot pink gown. My breasts can be seen due to the plunging neckline and me not wearing a bra. My nipples are pushing the material out. You cup my head with your hands and kiss me deep and hard, our tongues entwining and our bodies are pushing against each other. My hands are pushing your jacket to the floor, then under your shirt, running over your chest and I push your shirt over your head. Then my hands move to your jeans, I undo them and run my hand over your cock covered by your underwear. I push your jeans to the floor. You step out of them and turn me around so I am pulled back tight against you. I can feel your tongue, your mouth on my neck, your hands on my breasts and then slowly moving down my body. I am pushing back against you, my hips moving in circles as I brush back and kaçak iddaa forth against your hard cock. You grab my hips and pull me hard against you, your hips thrusting back and forth. My pussy is so dripping wet, and I want to feel you deep inside of me, I ask, no beg you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, and make me cum all over your hard cock. You grab my gown and pull it over my head. I love the feeling of your hands on my body.

We move to the bedroom, you pulling off your underwear as we go. Your cock so hard, flat against your stomach and dripping with your pre-cum. I sit on the edge of the bed with you standing in front of me. I dip my fingers in your pre-cum that is smeared on your stomach and I brush lightly over the head of your cock. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. You taste incredible. I lean forward to lick your cock head, and love how you moan as your fingers tighten in my hair. I suck you deep in my mouth, and move my head faster moving up and down your hard shaft. Suddenly you push me away and you tell me to move up higher on the bed and spread my legs wide. I feel you between my thighs, your cock in your hand — so hard, and swollen. You brush the head of your cock over my pussy lips. Can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel my cream dripping over your cock? I can feel your rubbing the head of your cock over my hard clit and I already feel as if I could explode, you tease me by pushing into me ever so slightly kaçak bahis and then moving back. I arch my hips up to invite you and you slowly plunge into me. Your hard cock sinking into my wetness, my tightness as I surround your cock and pull you deeper inside of me. You are lying on top of me, not moving as my pussy gets used to your hard, big cock that fills every inch of me. I kiss your deep and hard, thrusting my tongue in your mouth to show you what I want you to do with your cock.

You move slowly in and out, drawing your entire length out of me and then plunging back into me and I can feel your balls against my ass. My juices running over your cock, dripping down and coating your balls. You are fucking me so hard, my fingers move down to play with my rock hard clit, I masturbate as you fuck me with your cock. Reaching down so I can feel you moving in and out of me, I rub my clit over and over in circles until you feel me pulsating around your cock. We soon have the rhythm the perfect rhythm- the one where every erotic area is being stroked, touch and that we could go forever but at the same time know that we won’t last. You are thrusting against me, your body against mine – just fucking me, just fucking me My orgasm rocks through my body and my pussy tightens against your cock almost pushing your over the edge. You pull out me, your hand is wrapped around your cock as your jerk off and your hot cum shoots over my stomach. You milk every drop from your hard shaft, your thumb playing over the head of your cock. You bend down your tongue licking my skin, as your scoop up your cum in your mouth. You lean forward to kiss me, to feed me your cum and I swallow all that you give me, letting it slide down my throat and wanting more.

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It’s A Man’s World

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What turns you on? Of course, this is exactly what you are thinking its about – what is it about sex that turns you on – the feel of soft skin in your hand, the sound of her soft breathing and moaning as you play her like a fine tuned instrument, the moment the souls connect when you gaze into her eyes and get lost in their depth, electrified by the sensations of slipping in and it’s a perfect fit. Is it the moments before the act, the sensuality of foreplay – the way she reacts under your guidance, it never takes long for you to find the right spots does it? It’s like something or someone else takes hold of your hands and whispers ‘right here, baby’.

What about the moment just before her orgasm explodes in her body. Her breathing deepens, a soft blush rises to her face and chest, every inch of her body begins to tighten in response to the coming climax. Or is it when she finally does have it, her back arches in that certain way that makes you realize this is no joke, she’s cumming. Forget the subtle nuisances before hand, it’s the way her internal muscles contract around you, slowing down your rhythm – everything seems to stop in that moment, doesn’t it, suspends you over that deep chasm you’ve had her dangling above in the minutes, hours – maybe even days before – threatens to drop you right off with her. As her orgasm peaks and her back arches harder, her moaning getting louder and harder – do you lose it and join her in that moment, thrusting in deep a few times to stroke your own spot, your own panting getting deeper as you feel it build – or do you slow yourself down and wait it out, knowing full well that the woman under you is now completely and totally yours and instead of ending it all in that moment to chase your own orgasm – you want to drag out every last erotic second that she’s in your hands.

Is it when you walk in the door after a long day at work, you’re tired, pissed off at the boss or the co-workers and she steps into your arms for a quick kiss and you smell her shampoo as you wrap your arms around her and hold onto her tight, not wanting to let go of the one thing in your life that makes sense. Doesn’t sound like sex at first, it’s a beautiful tender moment that only she can give, but sex quickly rushes to your brain as blood rushes to your cock as you experience how amazing she feels being in your arms, the troubles of the day quickly wash down the drain as your body reacts to hers and as you release her from your arms, you suddenly bend down to lift her over your shoulder as you kick the door shut and walk down the hallway, taking her into the living room to just take her. Does she put up a fight for a minute ‘baby, dinner will get cold’ until you lower yourself down on her and kiss her as deep as you can, losing yourself in the feel of her soft tongue against yours. How long after you start kissing her does she start to work with you, wrapping her arms around you, sending her nails into your hair, wrapping a leg around your waist – making you realize she wants you just as much as you want her.

Is it then that you get this deep, lingering hunger for her, craving her on so many levels that there’s only one real way to satisfy it, so you quickly get her undressed, taking a second to undo your own belt and pants before you start at her neck and work your way down, wrapping your mouth around one nipple then the other, teasing them to stand perfectly erect before you make your way further down her stomach. You excite her further as you take a soft bite of the spot just where her leg bends and she gasps and jerks, panting quicker as she squirms to get out from under your teeth before you nuzzle down those next few inches to slip your tongue across her clit – feeling her shake uncontrollably as you settle in to lick on her.

Memory does nothing for you, she tastes sweeter than the last time and it drives you on further. She’s panting and moaning as you lick her incessantly, holding nothing back and as you feel her clit begin to swell and you know you’ve got her again. Your hands grab her hips as you lick harder and faster to push her on because when her orgasm races through her, she’s going to become completely unhinged and if you don’t have control of her, she’ll throw you both off of the couch. A few more seconds and there it is, her panting deepens and suddenly her back arches, sending her hips deep into the couch. You force them back up to coax her orgasm on, listening to her cry out as the now too sensitive clit is wanting to refuse that amazingly soft, thick tongue of yours.

Would you leave her there as she calms herself, raising a shaky hand to her face, the glow of her orgasm brought on by your mouth gracing that incredibly soft skin as you yank off your shirt, determination etched on your face to slip into her, you know she’s hot, wet and oh so tight that you can’t stand not being in her. Do you question it for a second, leave her there and spread her legs to sink into her before you decide you want to be in deeper, so you quickly seize her hips in your hands and illegal bahis roll her off, settling in between her feet before you start to slip in – sweet fuck she’s so tight and hot – who were you mad at again when you came home?

She’s at the perfect angle as you slip in every last inch you’ve got and in a show how much you want her, you tighten your grip on her hips and still continue to push. Does she cry out and jerk as you touch that sweet spot deep in, the one that shoots a sharp, stinging pain through her – or does she moan and melt into the couch further, even as her own hips push against you? You want to stay there forever, don’t you – fully enveloped in her – completely invested in the moment, the slick feeling of that late afternoon fuck running over every inch of your body and hers.

You were mad earlier, still can’t remember who or what for – would you fuck her relentlessly, pounding into her with so much force that her body bounces off of you in that one way that threatens your sanity – or would you relish the moment and give her that slow, lazy fucking that you know she loves. Either way, she’ll have a few body breaking orgasms before you rush to chase your own down, driven by this insane need to give her what she wants and what you need. A growl escapes your throat, your hands tighten even further on her hips, you drive harder and deeper, both of you now covered by a soft sheen of sweat as the storm building in you suddenly explodes and you push in one final time, your own orgasm so thick you can taste the way the nerves are firing off. Even as you slip out of her, you’re already thinking of the next time you have her – looking over and chuckling to see her laid out on the couch, the well tossed look covering her body and face.

What about those late night moments – you know the ones. Snuggled on the couch after dinner, watching movies – maybe just listening to music and she suddenly sits up and gives you that look that turns you into a slobbering fool. You hold it in as she turns to face you, kisses you deep and long before she takes the initiative this time. Would you let her – she’s unbuttoned your shirt, working to unbuckle your belt and you gasp when you feel her hot hand reach in to grasp your cock, already throbbing and growing because she does have that look – the ‘take me now’ in her eyes and if it weren’t for that, her skin feels softer and warmer, you know she wants you.

But then she surprises you and wraps her mouth around you and you fight the instinct to grab her hair in both hands and moan – or maybe you don’t and you do it anyway, feeling her mouth tighten and her body shaking soft as she settles between your legs. She works you over slow and easy, deep throating almost continuously, the horny little bitch with that hot, soaked mouth is doing things to you as you lay there and take what she’s giving you – a taste of your own medicine. She’s so fucking good at it, too – before long you’re about ready to blow, your muscles tighten as your hands tighten in her hair and in a rather brazen move, she suddenly pulls from you and stands up – if only long enough to squirm out of her panties before she promptly sits down on your lap.

Is it when she slips herself down on your length – moaning soft and throwing her head back as she impales herself? You grab her hips and push your own up as you tighten your grip, helping her settle in completely and when you’re finally in deep, she seems to sigh and roll her head forward as she leans up just a little, placing her hands on your chest before she begins to literally screw you brain dead. You watch her intently as she rocks her hips back and forth, her eyes half closed as she rides you like a pro and she is clearly enjoying the role reversal – how could she not as she rolls her hips a few times, causing her to gasp and moan, digging her nails into your chest as she moves to the rhythm she’s set in motion.

How about when she orgasms – her back arching harder and harder as her hips freeze in time – but she’s contracting so hard you could almost see it through her belly. She throws her head back, moans out your name and it’s the single most amazing image burned into your brain – the lushness of her skin, her mouth open, eyes rolled back – her long hair tickling your legs. She stays that way for a long time, almost too long as the orgasm continues to shred her senses, fries her brain cells and when she finally comes down, she rolls her head forward and looks into your eyes briefly before she collapses on your chest to catch her breath.

Would you let her finish – would be incredibly hard to wait – she’s so hot and tight, her skin seems to burn under your hands and the way her body softly twitches, you know she’s far from over. It would be a shame not to show your appreciation, so in one quick move – you slide the both of you off onto the floor and she’s under you. You run a hand through her hair, caress her cheek softly before you kiss her long – your hips begin to move on their own and she casino siteleri moans as she deepens the kiss – her hips slipping up to meet yours in perfect unison. It’d be painstakingly slow, you both so high on the adrenaline and erotic feel to the air that even though your head is screaming for you to take her hard and fast, your body is saying ‘not so fast, big guy, she deserves this, she was a very good girl’.

You lift yourself and open your eyes – surprised to see that nothing had really changed in those moments – it was all in your sex-rattled brain – she’s still between your legs, her mouth working expertly up and down your length. You look at your hands, noticing the white knuckles and ease them open – just enough to get the sensation back in your fingertips because you’ve held on so tight, they’ve fallen asleep. She’s got you so close to a ball-busting orgasm that it fries your brain to think that you had other images in your head – but damn the bitch, she’s got this way about her that’s highly addictive – like a fine drug coursing through your blood vessels. With a shaky gasp, you push your hips up as she swallows you down and you both freeze as you begin to spasm and jerk in her mouth and being the good girl that she is – she’s swallowing every last drop down.

Or what about that one evening you slip by the bathroom and have to stop and back track because she’s chin deep in bubbles – a leg propped up against the side of the tub as she shaves. You look at her for a few moments, noticing the cuteness of the moment, mixed with the sheer sensuality of seeing her carefully shave those legs you love have wrapped around your waist or shoulders. Her hair is piled on her head but a few strands have slipped free and you find yourself creeping into the bathroom – she’s still unaware that you’re coming in – her headphones are on and she’s softly rocking her head back and forth to the beat – her hands running up and down her leg to make sure she didn’t miss an inch, her eyes closed softly in concentration.

She still doesn’t know you’re moving in on her and you ease to your knees as she opens her eyes and as you lock yours with them, she smiles softly as she hands you her razor. With a grin, you take it as she lathers her leg, then eases it over and gently places her toes on your shoulder. She leans back with a smile as you shave her leg, finding it hard to control yourself since she’s being so sexy and vulnerable at the same time – you don’t know if you want to fuck her or hold her in your arms – do you?

You take the last swipe of the razor, running your hands up and down her soft calf and knee, making sure yourself that you haven’t missed a spot and when you look up at her, her eyes are half-closed and she’s grinning at you. You can’t take it anymore so you gently put the razor on the tub and offer your hand, which she takes and she pulls herself up to a sitting position and you quickly kiss her long – that insanely soft tongue of hers fighting with yours and as her hands slip up to your hair, you ease them back down, breaking the kiss and gently lay her back down in the water.

You let your hands roam all over her body, watching her close her eyes to concentrate on what you are doing. Your hands slip under the water to caress her thighs and you watch with a growing grin as she slowly opens her legs, sneaking a peek to see that she’s biting her lower lip – her brow softly furrowed and her breathing a little deeper than before. You waste no time as your hand slips up to gently stroke her pussy, giving just enough pressure to open her up and she gasps as your thumb carefully strokes her clit as you begin slipping two fingers in, not surprised to see that there was very little resistance because she’s already so wet. What had she been thinking about before you came in on her?

It’s one of her favorites you know – if anything on the earth is more sensual, it’s the good old fashioned finger fuck and you actually enjoy watching her writhe and moan – she always orgasms beautifully by your hands, doesn’t she? As you continue to push in deeper, watching her brow furrow deeper, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips – the blush breaking out on her face and chest, it’s almost maddening to watch because you know she’s getting heated, wanting more and more until she cums for you – she lives for it.

The pace you set for her is perfect – the rhythmic rock of your hand as you slip in and out of her so easily that you’re just moments away from ripping your own clothes off and joining her but you can’t bring yourself to do it because you’d have to have both hands and to leave her like that is almost unfair. So you keep working her over watching her as she puts her hands on the wall behind her as she lifts her other leg, giving you better access and you drive in deep, curling your fingers so you can stroke her g-spot – not wanting her to just cum but have the kind of orgasm that leaves her weak and complete putty in your hands.

Chances are, a brief twinge of poker siteleri guilt could pass through you – you interrupted her ‘me’ time but as she begins panting deeper and harder, her body shaking out of control as her hands slip against the wall – you realize she didn’t care that you interrupted her – judging by the feel of her internal walls as they tighten against you, the way her clit is swelling against your thumb, she was already in your bed in her mind – letting you ravage her like an animal. The truth is though, you are an animal in those instances, driven by the deep primal need that causes you to seek out a female, her pheromones so incredibly intoxicating that it’s everything in your power to not lay her to waste no matter where you are and who’s watching.

As you watch her back arch, her nails clawing at the slick tile, her labored breathing becoming a deep moan as your fingers continue to drive into her, even though her muscles are contracting around you – you come to the realization that she’s just as much of an animal as you are – driven by her own incessant needs. You keep pushing in until her orgasm subsides and as she finally collapses into the water, a soft grin forms on your mouth and when she’s finally quiet, you slip free of her, leaning in to kiss her soft and easy before whispering to her to get out – dry off and come to bed so you can finish things properly. As you stand up, she sighs and sinks back into the water to her chin – her own grin forming on her lips and you slowly walk out of the bathroom, taking one final look over your shoulder as your cock is so fucking hard again, it’s almost unbearable.

Sometimes, you just love watching her sleep deep in the night – you woke up to slip in the bathroom and now as you crawl back into bed, she suddenly grabs your attention. The lines of her face has disappeared, her breathing deep and easy. She looks amazingly peaceful there in your bed and there goes the fight in you – do you wrap your arms around her and bring her in so close that there’s not an inch on her body that’s not touching yours, hold her in her slumber, kiss her forehead and ease her hair from her face and neck so you can gaze down and watch her for a while before you slip back to sleep yourself, basking in the warmth of her body – or would you wake her slow and easy – teasing her body as she slept so that when her eyes open slow, she sees you hovering over her – your eyes gazing down on her.

You whisper to her that you couldn’t help yourself and as her slowly inhales the essence of the moment, you lift a leg and as you’ve done dozens of times before, you slip into her. She gasps at first, throwing her head deeper into her pillow as her hips push up, guiding you in with her own need and you let out a soft gasp yourself as you find yourself so incredibly aroused that at that moment, you could cum in her with very little movement. In one swift move, you roll the two of you over, letting her take control for a bit and even as she is still somewhat sleepy, she gets what you are communicating to her and with one easy roll of her hips, she does exactly that.

It starts off slow and easy at first, she seems to be relishing the moments of her early wake-up but then as her body wakes up further, she starts to rock her hips deeper and faster, her breathing getting faster and as much as you want her to ride into her own oblivion – the thought of such a quickie in the middle of the night doesn’t sit well with you and reach up to gently grab her head, coaxing her to open her eyes – even as her body continues to tremble, her hips still rocking deeper. You finally get her attention and when she finally opens her eyes, you tell her to stay with you and ease down.

She does what you say – she always does because she knows there’s something more to experience than just the fucking and you ease the both of you down, sighing yourself as her soft hair lands on your chest and you reach over to cover yourselves in the sheet, settling her down further as by stroking her back and hips. She whimpers and moans soft against you as you assume control of the situation – guiding her easy and slow with your own slowly rocking hips and as her temperature begins to rise, her breathing deepening – her muscles getting tighter and tighter around – you wrap your arms around her – one over her lower back, the other in her hair. You whisper to her to look at you and she does – a ragged gasp escapes her as she suddenly tightens – her back wanting to arch as her pussy ripples around you but you hold her down, the hand in her hair keeping her head from rolling back because you don’t want to just feel her orgasm, you want to see it deep in her eyes. And she gives it to you.

What about the time you would come home from work early in the day – you left that morning not wanting to go, you had watched her sleep for so long that you were almost late and the entire morning you couldn’t get that image out of your brain. She was on her stomach, a soft leg peeking out of the sheet she was covered in – her bare back looking soft and supple – her amazing ass cocked in that damned way that it would be nothing to uncover her, lean over and sink in deep as you stood next to the bed. You would have woke her up again, she never seemed to mind before but you left her sleeping where she was.

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