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It was a hot Wednesday afternoon in the late summer of 1980 and I was a Deep Sea Diver in the U.S. Navy returning home from a deployment. As the van pulled into the parking lot I saw my wife waiting and she looked stunning. She had dressed for the heat wearing a tan, backless, halter-top mini-sundress. Her tiny dress enhanced her hip long brown hair, big brown eyes, dark tan and physically fit body. With the sun setting behind her, I could tell, it was all she was wearing.

When I saw her, I, also, noticed she was standing a little off from the other wives, as they appeared to be busy chatting and not paying much attention to the approaching van. It wasn’t that they were unfriendly; it was simply we didn’t have a lot in common with them, especially since we didn’t have nor want children. We’d even taken steps to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. She’d had a tubal ligation in the summer of 1976 and I’d had a vasectomy in late 1977.

They were, also, a little uncomfortable around us because we had an open marriage. We had ‘officially’ opened it in the spring of 1977 so both of us were free to have sex with others if we so desired. It worked extremely well for us since we had been in long distance relationship. It began when she had returned to college in the fall of 1976 as a first semester junior, and that following spring, after an eighteen-month break in service, I had re-enlisted in the Navy and was stationed six hours away. Due to the distance, I could only make it home about every other weekend.

During her last two years in college she had enrolled in a series of Women’s Health and Fitness classes. Through these classes she had become a vegetarian and incredibly physically fit with a tight, toned, tanned body via her diet, aerobic exercise, free weights, and long distance running. It had, also, built up her confidence, especially in making decisions.

She was a petite bundle of energy at five feet three inches tall, weighing one hundred eight pounds and with a lovely figure of 34B-23-33. Her handful-sized breasts had smallish areolas and dainty nipples; her stomach was flat with nicely defined abdominal muscles tapering to a carefully trimmed and groomed pubic patch. She had embraced our open marriage with open legs becoming extremely promiscuous, an exhibitionist and incredibly sexually adventurous.

As I stepped out of the van, I had just enough time to drop my ‘go-bag’ and catch her as she leaped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist and laying on a deep, loving kiss. I had dropped my hands down under her squirming butt to support her and found it bare, which was no surprise, since she hated wearing bras or panties; hell, she hated having to wear clothes at all.

Easing her back down onto her feet, I pulled her to me, put my forehead against hers and we stared into one another’s eyes. Oh! Fuck! It was good to have her back in my arms! I relished the warmth of her body against mine; I inhaled her unique scent, both of us were so emotional we were trembling. I kissed her enjoying the feel of her body and undulating hips against me.

Breaking our kiss, I took her by the hand and led her to our Toyota Land Cruiser opening the passenger’s door so she could get in. Since Billie rarely wore panties, watching her get in or out of any vehicle while she was wearing a skirt or dress was a voyeur’s delight, and watching her getting in or out of our FJ 40 Land Cruiser was an extra special treat.

This time, Billie took her time, teasing the hell out of me. She put her left foot up on the running board, turned facing me, sat back on the seat and spread her legs a little. I stepped between them looking down. The hem of her dress was up around her hips and her darling, trimmed and groomed little puss was in plain view. My first instinct was to kiss it, but I restrained myself.

Moving in close, I gently cupped her head in my hands and kissed her. Breaking our kiss we leaned together with our forehead touching and stared into each other’s eyes. Using my left hand, I untied the bow of the straps holding up the top of her dress; when it came loose, the top slid down exposing her delightful, handful sized breasts.

Dropping my right hand I ever so gently cupped her left breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb. She scooted closer to me, which rucked her dress up even higher, and I moved in as close as I could. She teasingly asked, “Are we going to make love, right here, right now?”

Kissing the tip of her nose, I told her, “It’s tempting.”

With a soft laugh, she whispered, “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had sex in a parking lot.”

Grinning at her, I said, “Hell, it wouldn’t even be the fourth or fifth time” Nuzzling her ears and neck I kissed her again. I dropped my right hand from her breast to her warm, moist and slick pussy, gently probing and exploring. The fingers of her right hand found the head of my cock sticking out of the legs of my shorts.

Looking up at me with her big brown eyes, she gave me sexy smile and whispered, “Like fucking in the parking escort videoları lot behind the art studio after I’d finished modeling for the evening class.” During her second semester she’d signed up as a nude model for the life drawing class. It paid well, she was good at it and it fed her exhibitionist streak turning her on.

Leaning down, I softly whispered in her ear, “Oh, hell, yeah. Damn, honey, you would get so horny when you modeled, you couldn’t wait to get fucked afterward…and not just by me.”

Giggling, she whispered, “And getting it in the car in the parking lot was a fucking major turn-on!”

Kissing her ear, I whispered, “Remember that evening not long after we’d opened our marriage?”

Giggling, she excitedly whispered, “That was fucking wild! I was so horny I was about to explode. You and Thomas stripped me naked right in the parking lot and took turns fucking me. Then we went back to the apartment and y’all fucked me all night long!”

Nuzzling her neck, I hoarsely whispered, “Excuse me? We, fucked you all night long? You drained both of us and then, if you saw either one of us getting an erection, you pounced on it stroking, caressing and sucking it until it was hard enough for you to fuck again.”

With a playful pout, she sassily said, “I was horny”

Grinning, I said, “You enjoyed it though, didn’t you”

“Oh, hell yeah, I did!”

Kissing the top of her head, I told her, “After I re-enlisted, I was glad Thomas, Steve or James was there to walk you out to your car the nights you modeled.” They had become her ‘favorite’ fuck buddies; and when I wasn’t at home, it was a rare day she didn’t have sex with at least one of them. And it wasn’t unusual for her to have had sex with all three of them over the course of a day or do all three of them in a gentle gang-bang.

I kissed her, and then asked, “Miss them?”

“Yeah…I do, especially when you’re at sea…I get so horny” she said. We kissed again.

Breaking our kiss, I softly asked her, “Have any…erotic escapades while I was gone?”

With a little giggle, she whispered, “Yeah…a few”

Both of us were breathing heavier losing ourselves in the sexual pleasures and thoughts of things to come when a horn honked and one of my shipmates laughingly hollered, “Get a room!”

Laughing, I threw up a hand acknowledging him with a wave. Billie scooted back and swung her legs inside. I closed her door and went around getting in on the driver’s side. She had put on her seatbelt, pulled her feet up under her butt and was sitting slightly sideways facing me. She had not pulled up the top of her dress nor had she pulled the hem down from around her hips.

Arching my eyebrows, I softly asked her, “Are you riding home like that?”

With a naughty smile, she whispered in a sexy voice, “I was thinking of getting naked.”

“We’re going out through the main gate; the other gates are closed now.”

Her eyes got big; she laughed and said, “Fuck! I forgot about that.” And pulled the top of her dress up, tying the spaghetti straps behind her neck.

Giving her a leering grin, I told her, “You could get naked once we’re through the gate.”

Ducking her head, she looked sideways at me with a small mischievous smile and said, “That could happen.”

My wife has always preferred being naked. When it came to clothes, her philosophy was: if she had to wear something, the less she had to wear, the better. She, also, enjoyed the naughty thrill of allowing guys glimpses of her feminine delights.

I discovered her fondness for getting naked on our first date, which had been on a warm spring day in 1971. We had decided to go on a picnic up at a meadow I had discovered while marking timber in the area. She had worn a light blue summer mini-dress and it didn’t take me but a minute to realize that was all she was wearing.

When I turned off a county road onto the dirt track running through the pines up to the meadow she had looked around excitedly and asked me if any one lived there. I had told her there was nothing there but three thousand acres of forest. She was naked in a heartbeat. We had then spent the day naked, exploring the meadow and making love.

After our first date, she would dress as I asked in risqué, skimpy or revealing outfits; and, oh, the fun we had! Both of us got the biggest kick out of her ‘innocently’ flashing her pussy getting in or out of my car and wearing see-through blouses without a bra on our dates. She had, also, enjoyed riding down the highways bare-ass naked or getting naked and dancing at parties.

A little over eight years after our first date, my nearly naked wife and I were approaching a Navy base’s main gate. As we slowed down I glanced over at her and she was still leaning sideways against the seat facing me with her knees pulled up under her. Her hem was still up around her hips; I could easily see her pubes and left nipple, which was peeking out of the top of her dress.

Civilian security officers gaziantep escort bayan videoları from a contract security company manned all the gates. Every so often the base Master At Arms force would supplement the contract officers to conduct spot checks or searches on vehicles entering or leaving the base. A Master At Arms Petty Officer Second Class put his hand out indicating I should stop.

Easing to a stop, I held up my military identification card as he first quickly scanned the back of our Land Cruiser. He took my ID and did a double take. We were authorized and required to wear civilian clothes at our command; we were, also, authorized, and encouraged, to wear our hair long and to grow mustaches and beards. My hair was long enough to pull back in a short ponytail and I had a Fu Manchu mustache, both of which were outside of military grooming regulations.

He had started to step back and instruct me to pull over to the side when Billie leaned forward, which exposed her entire left breast, and simply said, “Hi Jeff.”

Jeff, looked past me, his eyes went wide, and he hoarsely said, “Oh…huh, hi Billie”

You could see the blood drain out of his face as he realized I must be ‘the husband’. He handed my ID back and blurted, “Thank you” and briskly stepped back and waved us on through. His reaction aroused my curiosity. Giggling, Billie immediately untied the spaghetti straps and lowered the top of her dress exposing her breasts to his startled, saucer-sized eyes.

Laughing, as I pulled the through the gate, I said, “That was interesting. Was he one of your erotic escapades?”

Biting her lower lip, she smiled, and said, “Yeah…met him at the base gym.”

I choked back a chuckle. She looked at me and asked, “What?”

Grinning, I said, “Did he become one of your workout buddies?”

“Yeah” She looked at my face, grinned and asked, “Why?”

Laughing, I said, “When you were in school, your workout buddies became your fuck buddies.”

She looked at me and started laughing telling me, “Yeah, they did, didn’t they; but, not Jeff.”

“One night stand?”

“Well… It was, more like…a one-night fuckfest. I did him and his roommates at a cook-out.”

Since she didn’t immediately volunteer any more information, I smiled and gave her ‘an okay, I gotcha nod’ knowing she would eventually tell me every naughty, little detail. Making the last turn to our apartment and parking on the street, I looked at my nearly naked wife and asked, “You going to walk to the apartment topless like you’ve done in the past?”

She laughed and told me, “It’d be fun, but, I’d better not, we have a new neighbor who is a little prudish and quite nosey.” She pulled up and retied the top of her dress. We got out, I grabbed my go-bag and with our arms around each other we went to our apartment.

My lovely wife entered first with me following close behind her. She turned and stood looking at me, I dropped my go-bag kicked the door closed. She reached back, untied her dress and with a little shake it slipped to the floor. My mouth fell open and I blurted, “Fuck, sweetheart! You…you look…fantastic!” Smiling with pride at my praise, a pretty blush crept up her face.

Billie, who was in great shape before I was deployed, was in even better shape. She was better toned with improved muscle definition and a full body tan. My eyes dropped down her incredible body to her nicely groomed little pubic patch.

Looking back up at her face our eyes locked. I couldn’t help but smile and ask, “How do you manage to do that?”

She dropped her eyes, clasped her hands behind her back, which lifted her breasts upward; and turned her right foot a little inward. With just a hint of smile, she asked, “Do what?”

I unbuttoned and took off my shirt, kicked off my battered canvas boat shoes and unfastened my shorts letting them drop to the floor. Kicking them to one side, I stepped up to this goddess, put my arms around her and pulled her to me, whispering, “How do you manage to stand there bare-ass naked, looking so incredibly fuckable and appear to be so innocent at the same time?”

With my arms wrapped around her I could feel her giggle, she whispered, “Me? Innocent? That’s funny!” One of her warm hands cupped my balls; the other wrapped around my erection.

“Yeah it is.” I whispered, and kissed her, slipping my hands down to her tight ass.

Both of us were starting to breathe heavier. Billie whispered, “I want you in me.”

Bending at my knees, I lifted her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I carried her into our bedroom and crawled up on the bed with her still hanging on me. Laying her down, she released her legs and let them fall open. I slid a hand down cupping her pussy.

Humping my hand, she whispered in a husky voice, “No foreplay. I want you in me, right now! I want you in me as deep as you can get it and I want you to make love to me deep and slow.”

Who was I to argue? gaziantep escort videoları I was so horny I was dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum. Billie’s little puss was soaking wet. She took me and slipped the head of my cock up and down her slit, centered it and rocked her hips up. I thrust at the same time popping into her, causing her to yelp.

Holding still, I asked her if she was all right. With a little giggle she nodded her head, relaxed a little and rocked her hips up again. Once again, I gently thrust, sliding into her a little more. Together we slowly humped, thrust and wiggled until my balls were bouncing off her butt.

My heart had started beating like a kettledrum; the overall emotional sensation of just having her back in my arms was almost overwhelming. As we started moving together, making slow love, I pushed up onto my elbows and looked down at her face and then into her eyes. She met my eyes and I felt as if I were falling into them. We kissed, a tender, long, loving kiss.

I was in her as deep as I could get. We were barely moving, savoring the closeness with small undulations, gentle kisses and caresses. I thrust a little harder and Billie spread her legs a little wider, bent her knees and rolled her hips up. I was able to go a little deeper. As I started pulling back she contracted her pelvis floor muscles so tightly I was barely able to move and then she relaxed allowing me to ease out a little more before contracting again.

Still propped up on my elbows, I looked down at her. She looked up at me with a naughty, knowing, little smile and half-closed eyes; and wiggled her butt. I kissed the tip of her nose and snapped my hips, thrusting into her a little harder, she sighed. I started pulling back a little and she constricted those wonderful inner muscles again but allowed me to slowly withdraw until just the head of my cock was still in her.

She relaxed her muscles; I slid in deep with a power thrust and heard her moan. Bottomed out I started a small figure eight and she did a counter figure eight. Pulling back, she tightened her muscles again.

Our slow, gentle, lovemaking became more physical and intense. Billie was not only physically fit, she was, also, strong, extremely flexible, and she could use these attributes to the utmost while making love; and this time was no exception. Her movements were sinuous, sensuous and erotic.

She was really getting into it, and excitedly gasped, “On top…I… I want…on top”

Stretching out on top of her, I grabbed her tight ass; hooked my right leg over and then under her left, held her tight and rolled. Once on top, she put her hands on my chest and sat straight up. Relaxing her inner muscles, she let gravity sink her down on my cock. Wiggling, circling and rocking back and forth she attempted to take me in deeper.

I watched her eyes close; her areolas pucker as her nipples grew harder, a flush started on her chest, crept up her neck and spread across her face. Her nostrils flared, she inhaled sharply and her whole body went ridge, and with a yelp, snapped forward, curling into my body, burying her face against my chest.

Grabbing her ass, I pulled downward as I thrust into her and started shooting my load. Both of us clutched each other as tight as we could and rode out the pleasures of our combined orgasms.

Gasping and laughing we pulled back from each other a little and stared into one another’s eyes. Simultaneously we started babbling how much we loved each other, how much we missed each other and how glad we were to be back together. Grinning, we stopped and kissed.

Billie’s tiny post-orgasmic after humps kept me erect and inside her. I rolled us over, putting me back on top and we made slow, tender love without our previous urgency. We kissed, nuzzled, whispered our love, softly laughed, moaned, groaned, sighed and she came again, with me a heartbeat later.

We held each other until my cock softened and started to slip out; she grabbed a towel and put it under her. Laughing at the amount of cum draining out we cleaned up a bit and snuggled up laying on our rights sides with me behind, spooning her, pulling her damp bottom up against my crotch. My right bicep was under her head with my right hand casually caressing her breasts; my left arm was over her left hip and resting on her warm belly.

I nuzzled the back of her head, her neck and ears, relishing her warmth, her scent. She reached down and removed the towel from between her legs. My semi-erect cock slipped between her thighs and with her right hand she pressed it up against her hot, wet slit. Holding it there, she slowly started humping back against me.

With my cock slipping and sliding the length of her messy furrow, we developed a slow rhythm. When the head nudged her clit she would softly sigh and mash it against her, wiggling her butt. After several minutes of this erotic stimulation, she raised her left leg a bit and when I eased forward she guided my now stone hard cock into her wet entrance.

Soft, warm and sleepy, she barely moved as we started making love again. Both of us seemed to be in an almost trance like state, half awake and half asleep. With my left hand I started to lightly trace her jaw, her cheeks, the length of her nose and her lips. Billie opened her mouth and sucked my index finger between her lips, softly bathing it with her tongue, gnawing and sucking on it.

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Jane was early to the store. Since Covid had locked things down, she found it better, typically, to show up early. It meant she could leave early if she got the cash done. Not that there was anything to do at home, or a real reason to go home, but since everything was online or curbside and over the phone things were just busy, and a week of running all over the place, a girl gets tired.

She was surprised she didn’t see the bundles of newspapers outside the store. Unlocking the door, she found that the alarm was off and the papers had been brought inside. The lights were still off – maybe their delivery guy had come and gone already? He normally came later in the day. Maybe the boss? The basement door was open, and Jane walked to the top of the stairs where she heard something that made her stop dead.

“Oooh, oooh, fuck! Fuck, fuck me!”

Jane leaned her head in, hoping to hear more. There was some grunting, some moaning, a loud slap.

“Fuck, fuck, Alison, I’m gonna cum, baby!”

Chris? Jane knew his voice anywhere. Alison? Alison!? She’d worked here for a couple of years but she never, ever thought Chris and Alison would be hooking up. Chris and Jane had cooled things off once the lockdown started – neither wanted to risk infecting the other one… even though they worked together, they weren’t you know, fucking. Not that they hadn’t hooked up every so often. Not that Jane hadn’t gone to visit Chris’s dad once… no, twice, since she fucked him that one night that she slept over there. She wouldn’t forget the look on his face the first time she showed up unannounced. It took her a while to screw up the courage to do it, but she went to his house wearing nothing under her red peacoat. Well nothing but a garter and a bodice. They didn’t even make it into the house – Chris’s dad had her bent over on the porch and gave it to her hard. She was still leaking cum on the transit on the way home. She noticed people noticing but she didn’t care. She felt good. The second time they got as far as the kitchen before Jane couldn’t behave herself anymore and sucked his cock and swallowed his huge load. He had some viagra and they spent the rest of the afternoon fucking.

But Alison? She had a boyfriend!

“MMmmm fuck, cum in me!” Alison moaned. There was some more grunting and the unmistakable sound of Chris slapping Alison’s ass. Jane heard a chair slide on the floor and it sounded like they were done. She tip-toed back to the front of the store so they wouldn’t notice her snooping, then she waited a few minutes before loudly walking back to the stairs.

“Hey,” Jane called down the stairs.

“Hey,” Chris called back. It sounded like he was in the office.

“Is it just you here?” Jane asked, putting her bag down and taking off her coat.

“No, Alison’s here, too. She’s in the bathroom, she just got here.”

“Uh-huh.”

Chris rolled back in the chair in the office so he could see Jane. “Uh-huh.” He rolled back to the desk, out of sight.

“Nothing.”

There was a flush from the bathroom, and Alison came out. “Oh hey Jane.”

Jane smiled. Alison grabbed her coffee and went upstairs. Jane though she noticed a little limp in her step, maybe a slight wince. Jane mulled.

“I’m just about done cash, if you want to take the cash tray up.”

“You been here long?” Jane asked. She walked into the doorway to the office now so she could see Chris. Well the back of his head as he crunched numbers.

“Yeah a little while. Long enough to get this done.”

“You leaving early today?”

“I don’t have to – I know you like to, you’re here early. I don’t care.”

“Is Alison leaving early?”

“I don’t know, you’d have to ask her? We can’t all leave early, I honestly don’t care.”

“Mmmhmm. I’m going to make tea. I’ll see you up there.”

“Mmmhmm,” Chris parroted back.

***

The day, as usual, was a busy one. Since the lockdown, the store felt like it had been busier than ever before. Not in the fun, good way that is would get busy around the holidays, but a bad, joyless busy that before hadn’t existed. Orders would pile up, get picked as quickly as possible, processed, and kicked out the door or put in unruly piles awaiting customers to pick them up. By noon it had felt like they’d been there a week. And the phones were ringing. Constantly.

Jane went on break, grateful for the chance to get off the floor and off her feet.

Chris came down about 20 minutes after Jane’s break started.

“Hi,” Jane said, looking up from her book.

“Hey,” esmer gaziantep escort Chris went to the printer to get a print out of some special orders, and grabbed the stickers he’d printed.

“Backrub?” Jane smiled.

Jane didn’t have to ask twice. She knew Chris wouldn’t hesitate. Any reason to touch her, any reason to maybe slide his hands down her top and give her tits a squeeze…

Chris, true to form, obeyed. Moments later, Jane had her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Chris’s hands on her.

“So…” she ventured, “what were you and Alison up to this morning?”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t play dumb, I heard you.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I heard you fucking her, don’t mmmhmm me.”

“I was fucking her. So?”

“So? What about me? You’ve barely touched me since this lockdown started. And you’re fucking her?”

“You were worried about spreading covid! I mean, I was, am, too, but you know. I haven’t been with anyone in months. I’m sure you haven’t, either. Alison.. It’s been stressful, you know? We’ve all been so busy. One night we were closing and… we didn’t even think, I don’t think we talked about it or anything, we just started kissing and then, my pants were down, hers were down…”

“Where?”

“Oh on the desk right down here where we process orders.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, it’s a good height actually, for what we did.”

“You’re awful. You know she has a boyfriend right?”

“Yeah, so? Is he fucking her? I mean, probably, but this is stress relief. This is working through a shared trauma. This is traumatizing. All of this. Lockdown, work, stress. You feel it, too. I’m sure you’ve been getting your stress relief somewhere.”

Jane thought quickly about her flings with Chris’s dad. She felt her pussy get a little wet.

Oh and she thought about the dildo Chris bought her. And how it filled her tight little pussy up so well. And how hard she’d come fucking herself with it at night.

And that guy on the floor below her that she rubbed up against in the elevator. Even with covid, assholes would still pile into the elevator, and she’d seen this guy around the building for months. She got shoved into him, and then… well, they didn’t fuck in the elevator, but they did fuck in the stairwell. It was super uncomfortable, but it was so primal and just… rough. Masks on the whole time, but her screams when she came… anyone on that side of the building heard her, she knew. She didn’t care.

Lost in her thoughts, Jane didn’t notice Chris caressing one of her breasts until she felt his fingers on her nipple, giving it a playful squeeze.

“I still think about that dress you wore the other summer. Where I could see you tits? I love that dress.”

Jane squirmed, and Chris went back to her shoulders. They were so tight, they were always tight. Maybe Chris was right about the stress relief. She was stressed. She was always tense.

“Mmmmm, that feels nice.”

“Want to fuck later?”

“Pardon?”

“Want to fuck down here later? Like after work. I’m sure you could use it. My cock misses you.”

It was probably the massage talking, but Jane couldn’t think of a good reason to say no.

“Foot rub?” She asked.

“After I fuck the shit out of you.”

***

The afternoon, by comparison, flew by. Jane told Alison she was going to stay until close, so Alison could go home early. The other part-time staff were all eager to go, and Chris called it at 5:55.

“Shut it down everyone, let’s go home!”

Cash was closed, reports were printed. Jane was giving Chris some very knowing looks, and Chris was doing his best to pretend he didn’t see them.

“Oops, the printer is jammed.” Chris said. “You guys go on, I’ll poke at it for a couple minutes.”

“Should we tell the manager?” One of the plebs asked.

“Nah it’s not a problem, it just takes a couple of minutes. Go on, I’ll set the alarm on my way out.”

The other part-time staff hurried out, glad to be done for the day. Jane sidled into the printer room where she saw Chris smiling smugly.

“Printer jam?”

“No not actually. A pretty good excuse, though, they might wonder why you didn’t go with them.”

Chris leaned over Jane and kissed her hard on the mouth. He gripped her firm ass in his hands and led her to the office.

“It’s been a while since we did it in here,” Chris said, pushing Jane up onto the desk.

“It’s been a while since we did it anywhere,” Jane said back, undoing gaziantep esmer escort Chris’s belt and unzipping his fly. She could see his erection through his pants. He wasn’t subtle.

“How do you want to fuck me?” Jane pulled her black sweater over her head. She had on a cute bra – not a sexy one – but it presented her breasts nicely. They were nice breasts without it, better, even, but it looked hot.

“Right here, your legs up over my shoulders. I want to be deep in that pussy. I want you to feel every inch of me.”

“Mmmm,” Jane cooed. She had Chris’s pants down around his knees, she rubbed his cock through his underwear before tugging them down. His hard cock gleamed in front of her, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. Jane felt her pussy getting wet just looking at it. It had been a while since she’d been fucked really good.

Chris knelt in front of Jane, who was sitting on the desk now. He pulled her pants down and pushed her panties to the side. He paused, he’d not seen Jane’s pussy up close in person in some time – he had pictures she’d sent him, of course but – he missed the smell of it, he missed the taste. He plunged his tongue in, relishing it. He gripped her hips and pulled his face in as far as he could, soaking his face in her wetness. Jane held the back of his head, keeping him there, not letting him out for breath. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and keep him there forever, fucking her with his tongue. His tongue swirled around her clit, making her bite her lip. She’d forgotten how good at oral sex he was. She didn’t want to cum from it, not yet, but she felt herself slipping away…

Chris stood up. His cock was rock hard. He kissed Jane on the lips – she could taste herself on him, she could smell herself on him already. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit, lubing it up with her own juices. Then, slowly, he pushed in. First the head, and Jane smiled, then the shaft until he was buried as deeply as he could go. Jane grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails in. He wasn’t even thrusting yet, but it felt so good to be so full. She wished she had her buttplug in, too. Chris pulled out, not all the way, and thrust back in. He pawed at her breast through her bra – her nipple was hard, as though expecting his touch. He liked to squeeze them – what he really liked to do was suck on them hard enough to bruise them – a shame he couldn’t do it from this position. Jane loved feeling marked – knowing she had a bruise on her chest from Chirs’s mouth made her horny all day when it happened.

Chris was thrusting faster now. Jane’s legs were up over Chris’s shoulders, her head was thumping against the wall with every thrust. She didn’t care, she’d been waiting for this for so long he could be choking her and she wouldn’t care.

“Choke me,” Jane gasped, “please.”

Chris let go of Jane’s tit and squeezed her neck.

“Fuucck, Chris…” Jane managed to gasp. Jane’s moaning reached a fevered pitch. She struggled for breath but she felt her pussy gripping Chris’s cock tight, she felt him swelling inside her, the heat in her was going to explode.

“Fuucck!” Jane came, and Chris let go of her neck. He gripped her hips and pushed his cock in as deeply as he could. She felt him swell inside her, felt his cum pumping deep inside her, filling her with his heat. Chris gave a few final thrusts before sliding his slick cock out.

“Holy shit, that was…”

Alison stood in the door of the office. How much had she seen? Jane tried to cover herself up, but it seemed like a futile gesture. Chris didn’t seem bothered at all.

“Intense?” Chris offered.

“Don’t get up,” Alison said, stepping into the room. Chris looked like he was ready to go again.

“What are you doing here?” Jane asked, “I thought you went home!”

“I did.” She opened her jacket. Underneath she wasn’t wearing anything other than a bra and panties and an exciting garter. “I wanted to change into this. I was going to meet up with Chris after work but then you wanted me to go home early. I can see why…”

Jane started at Alison – she’d never fantasized about Alison in any way before, she never even thought about girls sexually at all, no matter how many times Chris asked her to. But seeing Alison in front of her awoke something inside her. Sort of.

Alison was a little taller than Jane, she had bigger boobs and a bigger ass and those were both good things. Not that Jane was jealous, gaziantep esmer escort bayan she loved her perfect petite body, but there was something in the wiggle and jiggle that she liked.

“I haven’t eaten a pussy in ages,” Alison said. “Do you mind? I mean, if it’s weird for you, I get it but you’re here, I’m here, and I kinda want to go down on you.”

It was weird, Jane thought. Chris was stroking his cock watching these two ladies face off. Alison didn’t kneel on the ground, but leaned forwards and kissed Jane on the mouth. Jane wasn’t expecting that and reflexively kissed back. Alison kissed down Jane’s neck to her breasts. She took each one in her mouth slowly, savouring them, flicking Jane’s hard little nipples with her tongue, biting them gently. Jane closed her eyes and enjoyed. Alison slid a finger into Jane’s wet pussy… wet with her heat, and wet, dripping wet, with Chris’s cum, just now starting to leak out onto the desk. Jane opened her eyes when she heard a gasp – Alison moaned as Chris pushed his cock into her. He smiled at Jane and slapped Alison’s ass hard. Harder, she thought, than he’d ever hit her. Alison moved down, kissing Jane’s stomach then down to her public mound and finally, started kissing around her pussy, teasing her lips a little, her hot little tongue poking into the delicate folds before darting into her sopping cunt. Jane hoped she could taste Chris in there, imagining Alison licking his cum out of her pussy. Jane loved knowing she had been first, that Chris was fucking Alison now with a cock covered in her juices.

Alison’s finger and tongue really knew what they were doing. Jane felt her body start to tense, then shake, as she felt another orgasm coming. Alison slid a second finger inside her and started pushing hard against her G-spot. Jane started whimpering, and Chris’s thrusts became harder and faster. Alison was moaning on Jane’s clit, the vibrations making Jane hit her limit. It wasn’t clear who came first or if they came together – Alison felt Chris filling her cunt with his thick semen, and Jane screamed and clutched Alison’s hair as her body was wracked with another orgasm. It took Jane a few moments to catch her breath. She saw Alison wiping her face clean with Chris’s t-shirt.

“Want to return the favour?” Alison asked, and winked. Jane was breathless. Maybe it was the afterglow, maybe her own curiosity, maybe she just didn’t know but she nodded. She got off the table and Alison took her place, spreading her legs for Jane.

Jane hadn’t been this close to another woman’s pussy ever. It was strange and beautiful. She saw Chris’s cum already oozing out of Alison’s pussy. Jane bent over, as Alison did, and carefully kissed her inner thighs, kissing closer. She could feel the heat from Alison’s pussy near her face and she finally screwed up her courage and gently probed Alison’s lips with her tongue. She could taste Chris, she licked up the salty semen and moved on – she licked Alison the way she liked to be licked. She licked her clit up and down and side to side, swirling her tongue around it, licking lower, pushing her tongue into Alison’s pussy. Jane smiled, Chris was kneeling behind her, his hands holding her hips, his tongue gently probing her asshole. She loved being tongue-fucked back there. She knew she wasn’t going to cum from it but damn it felt good.

Jane licked a finger and gently slid it into Alison’s pussy – she had only ever fingered herself, so this was new and unfamiliar territory coming at it from this direction. It was alien but good. She followed her instinct and started sliding her finger in and out of Alison. Alison responded by lifting her pelvis up a little, giving Jane better access. Maybe it was because Chris was tongue-fucking her so good, but Jane felt her tongue dip down lower, and just briefly, it brushed Alison’s asshole.

“Mmmmmm,” Alison cooed, “keep doing that. That’s good… that’s good…” Alison’s fingers coiled in Jane’s hair – even if Jane wanted to pull back, she couldn’t. She fingered Alison harder, faster. She’d never made another woman cum before, but she knew Alison was so close. She felt Alison start to shake, then released a low, animalistic moan. Jane knew that it was time to let up, and pulled back. Alison seemed to go limp, and then let out a loud, contented sigh.

“Now that’s what I call stress-relief. I feel like I could do all this again tomorrow.”

“I’m not in,” Chris said.

“Well, we won’t wait up.” Alison winked, put her coat on and was up the stairs before the other two could stop her.

“I think we should definitely keep doing this. I feel better. More relaxed.”

“Uh-huh,” Jane said, getting dressed. “You just liked seeing her eat me out.”

“I liked seeing you eat her out, too. And the fucking.”

“You’re an ass.”

“I’ll let you get going – I don’t want anyone to see us leaving together, they might get ideas.” Chris laughed.

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We had passed out on the living room floor. None of us made it to our respective bedrooms. So, we all awoke aching from sleeping on the hard floor. The girls had the added discomfort of all the dried cum still caked to their bodies.

First things first, we all chipped in to clean up from the party. All seven of us spent the morning naked, straightening up the furniture, throwing away cups, and replacing the ice in the beer cooler. Anna got down on all fours to try to scrub the few errant drops of cum out of the floor, and I caught Jessica stealing a couple glances at my girlfriend’s ass. Lauren may have the best tits in this group, but Anna works hard to have the best ass.

Although the morning wasn’t quite the party last night had been, I was still enjoying myself. How could I not, with these four lovely ladies so casually naked? I noticed that Callie’s nipples were poking out all morning, so either cleaning turned her on, or her nipples were always that pronounced. I had been out on the town with these girls before when they were all done up, but for me, this is the hottest they had ever looked. Their comfortable confidence in their nudity was impressive and I love their messy bedhead.

When the cleaning was done, Lauren suggested spending the morning relaxing in the hot tub, and we all agreed that was a fantastic idea. The girls were obligated by Rule

to skinny dip, and the three of us guys didn’t bother with swim trunks either. Maybe Charlie and Mark were hoping like I was for some early fun in the hot tub.

We all climbed into the hot tub, sitting next to our respective partners. I had Anna on my left and Jessica on my right. Steam rolled out of the hot tub into the chilly morning air. The hot water felt great on our aching muscles and joints. Tonight I was definitely sleeping in a bed. We chatted languidly as we luxuriated.

As the conversation turned to last night, I felt like expressing gratitude on behalf of the guys. “Girls, I gotta say, this has been such an amazing graduation party. I think Mark and Charlie will agree that we’ve had so much fun since we got here and we appreciate how awesome you girls are.” The other guys nodded their agreement, and the girls all smiled broadly.

“Good! And I know I speak on behalf of the girls when I say this has been fun for us too, and we’re glad you guys agreed to help us check some items off our bucket lists.” Lauren said.

“Speaking of which,” Anna began. “What do you have planned for us this evening, Callie?”

“Pffft, like I’d tell you.” Callie responded without opening her eyes from where she was resting her head back on the edge of the hot tub. “It’s gonna be way more fun than last night’s games though.”

“Hey!” Lauren objected. “My games were plenty of fun! You came, didn’t you?”

Callie smirked, “I’m just teasing you. Yes, your games were fun. My games are gonna be fun too.”

“Hey, speaking of games,” I interrupted. “What was my prize for winning last night?”

Lauren laughed, “Sorry, bud, my night’s over.” She must’ve seen a little disappointment flash across my face. “I’ll have to owe you one?” she suggested with a glance at Anna, who nodded.

The conversation shifted to other banal matters and I figured the girls would excuse me if I didn’t contribute much. I was so relaxed that I actually began to fall asleep.

Until I felt my girlfriend’s slender fingers wrap around my dick. I just smiled and didn’t open my eyes. She stroked me softly, slowly at first. My cock grew gradually in her grip. She kept talking to her roommates as if nothing was happening below the surface. She twisted her hand on the upstrokes and pumped straight down on the downstrokes. I wondered if she intended to make me cum in front of her friends. Then, I felt a second, slightly smaller hand join my girlfriend’s. I opened my eyes and saw Jessica smiling at me. Having two girls working my dick, one of whom was a committed lesbian, got me rock hard in an instant. I looked around the circle and it seemed like the other guys were getting handjobs too. The conversation died down as the girls concentrated on getting the guys off.

Anna and Jessica turned to face me in the hot tub and they started pumping faster. One would fondle my balls while the other stroked my shaft, then they would switch. I reached out and started playing with their boobs. I had never felt Jessica’s before, but for size they were a carbon copy of Anna’s. I pinched Jessica’s nipple and pulled. Her eyes flashed with arousal as she gave an involuntary moan. She leaned toward me with determination and started stroking faster. I wondered how many guys she had gotten off before.

Anna, not to be outdone, took a deep breath and dunked herself under the water. She pulled Jessica’s hands off me and replaced them with her mouth. If there’s one thing Anna’s best at, it’s blowjobs. She pumped her head up and down on my cock while under the water and swiped her tongue back and forth along my shaft. She escort tanıtımları sucked so hard it felt like my dick was in a vacuum. Jessica, having lost her plaything, scooted closer to me and began making out with me. I let my hands roam over her body until I found her ass, which I massaged liberally. Anna had to come up for air periodically, gasping, continuing to stroke me while she caught her breath, and then she’d dive back under. With her head down, her booty floated to the surface until the two naked humps were all you could see of her. I was trying my best to hold on, but I knew I wouldn’t last long. On her third breath, Anna took me all the way down to the hilt. She stuck her tongue out and swiped it on the only part of my balls she could reach. That pushed me over the edge.

My body convulsed and I involuntarily jerked my hips at her face, driving my dick even deeper into her throat. Jessica stopped making out with me so she could sit back and watch my orgasm. When I’d finished unloading cum into Anna’s throat, she gave me a couple more tight strokes with her lips to clean me off, swallowed, and then she resurfaced, breathing heavily. The other two guys had already cum at some point while I was distracted. Now, Callie and Lauren were making out with each other, swapping their boyfriends’ cum back and forth.

I sighed heavily, contentedly. “Thank you, Jessica.”

“Mmm, my pleasure,” she responded. “I hope you all don’t mind if I get myself off now?”

We all sat back and relaxed, while Jessica played with herself under the water. It seemed like even more than needing to cum, she was trying to put on a show for us. Several times, her breathing would speed up shakily, and then she would stop and come back down, denying herself the orgasm. We could imagine what her fingers were doing under the water, but all we could see was her neck and her face. Her beautiful blue eyes flashed as her mouth whimpered. Her neck muscles strained as she worked herself faster. When she finally let herself peak, she stammered out, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!” and on the way back down, “hmph, hmph, hmph” as her body shook with three mini-convulsions. She breathed deep and opened her eyes to look at us. We all smiled back at her with appreciation for her performance.

***

We eventually got out of the hot tub and made some sandwiches. As we ate, we talked about how we’d spend the afternoon. Charlie and Mark wanted to play some video games. Callie and Lauren wanted to go for a hike. Anna declined to join them because she was physically exhausted from her blowjob (a claim which was met with small applause and a wolf whistle from her roommates). Jessica declined them because she doesn’t like the outdoors. I said I’d accompany Callie and Lauren on their hike, if they wanted.

I put on some shorts and a t-shirt. After some debate and compromising, Callie and Lauren put on knee-high compression socks, hiking boots, and fanny packs. With a goodbye kiss from Anna, I set off to explore the woods with her roommates. Callie and Lauren led the way because they knew the local trails, and I walked a few feet behind them where I could admire their long legs and shapely asses.

As we walked, we chatted about our plans after graduation. I rarely if ever spent time with these girls without my girlfriend, so it was nice to get to know them a little better. Besides being hot, they were also genuinely nice, funny, pleasant company. And I’m not just saying that because I could see their tits jiggle every time they laughed.

“Anna is such a sweet girl,” Lauren said.

“She really is. I’m gonna miss hanging out with her.” Callie added.

“You know this whole nude vacation thing was her idea?” Lauren asked me.

“Really??”

“Actually, yeah.” Callie said. “You wouldn’t expect it out of her because she’s so reserved normally. But I think that’s why she suggested it. She’s been itching to cut loose.” Callie explained.

“I had no idea. I assumed this was Jessica’s idea.” I said.

The girls laughed together. “I mean, that was a good guess. She is a little troublemaker.” Lauren said.

“By the way…” I started. “This morning, in the hot tub… Jessica… I mean, I didn’t know she’d be interested…”

“No,” Callie agreed. “That was a surprise. Although, not that surprising. I um… I accidentally walked in on her with a girl one time. She was totally getting fucked doggystyle by some blonde with a strap-on.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Lauren countered. “Lesbians use strap-ons all the time.”

“They were role playing. She called the blonde Darren.” Callie revealed. Lauren gasped and looked at me. “I think that’s why she always walks around topless while you’re at our apartment.”

I was floored. I started imagining the possibilities of me and Anna and Jessica.

“Oh, someone’s turned on…” Callie smirked.

“The truth is, we’ve all fantasized about being with you, gaziantep escort telefonları Darren.” Lauren informed me. “Anna isn’t exactly quiet when you fuck her. It sounds like she’s having so much fun! One night…oh gosh… one night, I don’t know what you two were up to, but it sounded so hot. I snuck out of my room and down the hall so I could listen at Anna’s door. But when I got there, I found Callie already there listening!” Callie giggled at the memory. “We ended up both slumping against the door and masturbating side by side to the sound of Anna getting railed.”

I didn’t know what to say. “THAT should’ve been your favorite masturbation memory in last night’s game!” I accused.

The girls both laughed. “Anna isn’t supposed to know about that!” Lauren stage whispered.

“Look, we’re here,” Callie declared.

I hadn’t been paying attention to the last mile of our trek, but now that I looked around, we had reached a cliffside overlooking a second lake. The view was stunning.

“Wow,” I said, sitting down on a fallen tree trunk.

The girls were still standing, about a foot in front of me. They unzipped their fanny packs and pulled out water bottles. I took one and the girls shared the other. When I’d drunk about half of it, I set it down on the ground next to me. The girls took off their fanny packs and hung them on a nearby tree branch. Lauren unzipped one and took out a hair tie for each of them.

“Now you sit back and enjoy the view,” Lauren told me. The girls both got on their knees in front of me.

“Whoa, what about Anna?” I asked.

Callie looked at me like it was a stupid question. “This is what she signed up for. She stayed behind today just to give us this opportunity.” Then she unzipped my shorts, pulled out my cock, and popped it into her mouth. Callie bobbed her head up and down, while Lauren watched. After a minute, Callie pulled off and let Lauren take a turn. The two girls put their lips on either side of the head of my cock and then kissed their way down my shaft together. I had never felt anything as wonderful as getting head from two girls at once.

Callie took control of the blowjob as Lauren crawled backwards away from my dick. Callie got on all fours into a doggie style type position as she sucked my cock. Lauren got behind her and leaned in to start eating her out from behind. Callie moaned around my dick and then resumed sucking with renewed vigor. I started thrusting into Callie’s face as my arousal overtook me. Callie let me fuck her face for a while, but then she pulled away for a breather.

Lauren crawled forward and took full control of the blowjob again, so Callie stood up and walked over to the packs hanging from the tree. She opened hers and produced a bottle of lube. She told Lauren to turn around. Callie spread lube on my throbbing erection and a little on Lauren’s dripping pussy. Lauren backed herself onto me and quickly impaled herself on my cock. She felt so warm and tight, I almost came immediately. As Lauren began to ride me, Callie laid herself down on her back in front of Lauren. Lauren bent at the waist and enthusiastically munched on Callie’s clit while still riding me. It was so hot to see Lauren’s beautiful face latched on to Callie’s big red bush.

I stood up without removing my cock from Lauren’s pussy. I continued to fuck her, now from a standing position while she ate out Callie below her. From this position, I could see so much of Callie’s beautiful body. The three of us fucked for what felt like forever. Finally, I felt Lauren’s lips contracting and squeezing my cock tighter. At the same time, Callie’s body arched forward, thrusting her tits toward the sky. As they both came down from their orgasms, I felt my own rising.

“Cum for me, Darren. Cum deep in my pussy. Please cum for me!” Lauren screamed.

I grabbed her hips and thrust as deep into her as I could, as I unloaded my cum between her warm folds. As my orgasm subsided, I fell back onto the fallen tree trunk and sat there catching my breath. Lauren stayed positioned where she was. Callie crawled around and shimmied her way under Lauren, until Callie could place her lips right on Lauren’s pussy. Lauren shuddered at the new soft contact. I watched from less than a foot away as Callie dug her tongue into Lauren’s pussy, fishing out every drop of cum she could find. When she was satisfied, Callie laid her head back on the tree trunk I was sitting on, and Lauren dropped to her side to rest.

***

The hike back to the cabin seemed to go faster now that I knew where we were going. Along the way, the girls effused how much fun they had and how glad they were I accompanied them on their hike. They told me how this was the first lesbian experience they’d had (besides masturbating together outside Anna’s door that night, and making out in the hot tub that morning).

When we reached the cabin, the girls were ordered to immediately gaziantep escort bayan telefonları remove their knee-high socks and their boots. They did so and then scampered off to shower. I noticed they entered the same bathroom together, and I smiled imagining what they might be getting up to.

I found my girlfriend Anna in our bedroom, reading. I asked what she got up to while I was out hiking.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll tell you one day,” she teased. “But not today. I just hope you had as much fun with Callie and Lauren as I had here.” Her eyes twinkled.

The implication was hard to swallow, but I couldn’t object too much after what I’d gotten up to with her roommates. Instead, Anna followed me into the shower and helped me clean off. Neither of us got off, but we did play with each other as we soaped our bodies.

Dinner was another round of burgers and a couple beers. I enjoyed our light conversation, but I, like everyone else I suspected, was distracted and anxious to find out what Callie had planned for our after-dinner entertainment. Callie finally decided it was time and she gathered us in the living room.

“For tonight’s entertainment, I have another game planned.” she announced. She produced a blindfold from a drawer in the tv stand. “The game is called, Guess Who’s in my Mouth!” We all tittered excitedly. “The rules are simple. Jessica will put on this blindfold and sit on that couch. One at a time, the guys will each walk over and put their dicks in her mouth. Jessica must decide which dick belongs to which dick.” Callie giggled at her own pun. “Then, Lauren will put on the blindfold, get the same treatment, and make her guesses. And so on. Then, we repeat with each guy blindfolded and guessing which pussy belongs to which girl.”

This sounded like a lot of fun. I also wondered if our interlude this afternoon had been Callie’s attempt to learn what my dick felt like in her mouth so she could cheat at her own game. I smiled at her knowingly.

“Jessica, if you wouldn’t mind?” Callie directed Jessica to the prescribed spot and the game began.

I went first. I stepped up to the blindfolded Jessica, took my cock out of my shorts, and touched the tip to her lips. Jessica tentatively opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The rest of the girls were watching with their hands covering their mouths, trying not to laugh. Jessica gave some long slow licks to the underside of my penis. She put the head in her mouth and suckled on it. She started to reach for the shaft with her left hand, but Callie accused her of cheating because this was an “oral-only game.”

Jessica complained, “Ugh, this is so hard!” The rest of the girls giggled. “No, I mean, this isn’t fair! The only dicks I’ve ever had in my mouth were all silicone. How am I supposed to distinguish?”

“Boo hoo, time’s-a-tickin, make your guess, slut!” Lauren called out.

“Ok, ok, um, this one’s…I don’t know, Mark!” Jessica guessed.

I stepped away and Mark took his turn next. Jessica investigated this new penis about the same way and eventually settled on guessing Charlie. Charlie went next and Jessica guessed me.

“Ok, Jessica, you may remove your blindfold.” Callie directed. “Your score is… drumroll please… ZERO!”

“Damnit!” Jessica exclaimed. “Oh, whatever, this game is stupid.”

Jessica handed the blindfold to Lauren, who took a seat. I was distracted ogling the other girls who were dancing on each other while waiting their turns, so I didn’t really watch the proceedings. Mark went first this time (Lauren correctly identified her boyfriend’s dick), then Charlie (Lauren incorrectly guessed his dick was mine).

When it was my turn, I stepped up to Lauren and presented my penis for inspection. Lauren readily opened her mouth and began sucking me earnestly. It was so hot watching her head bob so thoughtfully, her brow furrowed in concentration. After working me for a couple minutes, my cock grew to its full hard length. “Oh, no,” Lauren said. “I think THIS is Darren. I wanna change my last answer!”

“Too late!” Callie deemed, as the referee to the game she devised.

“Ugh! Fine. Well, still, I’m guessing this one is Darren.”

“Ok, you may remove your blindfold, Lauren.” Callie instructed.

Lauren removed her blindfold and looked up at me. “Fuck! Ok, so I got at least one right and at least one wrong.”

“You also got your boyfriend right, you lucky duck.” Jessica said.

“Right, so Lauren is in the lead with two points.” Callie declared.

Lauren handed off the blindfold to Callie, and the process repeated. Again, I was too distracted to observe her technique, until it was my turn, going last again. Callie didn’t so much suck me in as she focused on licking every part of my dick and balls. It was like she was taking measurements for a 3D model in her mind, using only her tongue as the measuring instrument. Still, any contact is good contact, so I stayed hard throughout her investigation. When she was done, she guessed that I was her boyfriend Charlie. Knowing she had tried all three cocks, she took the liberty of removing her blindfold. When she saw me standing above her, she cussed immediately, and looked to Lauren for her score.

“You only got one right, and it was Mark.” Lauren informed her. “Sorry, Charlie. It must suck having a girlfriend who never sucks you.”

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From the Diary of David:

Tonight was a first. I thought of my sister as I masturbated. Sure, there had been other nights where she had come across my mind, but tonight, all I thought about was her. It didn’t take long to get excited with the mental picture I had of her in my mind.

She was wearing her little black shorts with “SEXY” written across the ass, and a tight red tank top. I imagined her asking me to take down the straps of her tank top with my teeth, while my hands massaged her ass. In my fantasy with my sister, she kept whispering in my ear that I was a bad boy and only she could tame me. I liked that a lot. She threw me down on the floor and straddled me, her scantily clad pussy grinding against my erection. I buried my face in her tits and her hands grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking my shaft.

The actual sight in my room wasn’t nearly as romantic as what I was picturing. My pajama bottoms were around my ankles as I knelt on my carpeted floor. I grasped a wad of tissue in my left hand, waiting for my cum, while my right hand was busy stroking my cock. How badly I wanted it to be my sisters’ hand, or even better, her mouth. I was breathing heavily with each stroke, and occasionally her name would escape my mouth.

I’m not exactly sure at what point she walked into my room, but I wish she would have joined me instead of just watched. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, and I came. Screaming her name, I came into my wad of tissue, which at this point was shredded because of my grip. My sister had caught me masturbating, which in itself wasn’t all that bad. But she had caught me thinking of her.

My eyes jerked open, and I slowly looked over at my sister. Beads of sweat dripped down my face, as my cock emptied out into the tissue in my hand. ‘What am I gonna do,’ I thought. ‘What is she going to do? I hope she doesn’t tell Mom and Dad.’

With my shaft still in my hand but quickly losing its stiffness, I just regained my composure and stared at my sister. It was all I could do.

— 3 months ago —

Lately, the more I look at Amber, the more I realize just how pretty she is. I probably shouldn’t think of her this way because she’s my sister, but it’s true. Her body, her smile, her personality…perfect. I don’t know why she’s single, but I like it that way. Now, I’m the only man in her life besides Dad…but he wouldn’t notice her the way I do.

Being two years apart, we have always been as close as siblings can be. There are fights, and the times that we act like we hate each other. But when it comes down to it, there is a loving bond that exists between Amber and me. We became closer as we got older, and for some reason, I started noticing more things about her than I ever had. Her full pouty lips that glistened from her lip gloss. How thick and rich her chestnut hair was. The way her fingernails and toenails always matched. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t help studying her body. Luckily for me, she’ll be home more often now that she graduated college…until she finds her own place.

Then it happened…

The first time she entered my mind while I had my cock in my hand drove me crazy. Her body, well her feet, was the last thing I imagined before I came. I didn’t know what to make of it. Why had my sister, of all people, invaded my mind while I was pleasing myself? I tried to shrug it off and tell myself it was an accident.

Little by little, however, she crept into my mind more and more while I was masturbating. It might sound weird to you, but the orgasms I had picturing my sister were the best. Every time I came thinking of her, my knees would buckle escort hikayeleri and I fell to the floor. That hadn’t happened since the first time I explored myself. She’s the reason that I make sure I’m kneeling every time I jerk off.

— 2 months ago —

Wow. Well tonight I did something I can’t take back. While everyone was out of the house, I masturbated in my sister’s room. It didn’t take long at all for me to climax. With the fear of getting caught and her perfume filling the air, I was just about done the second I walked through her door. No one’s going to know though. Not now at least. Not until I see if she has feelings for me.

The next morning I wasn’t able to look at my sister the same way, and I think she knew something was up.

“What’s with you today?” she asked.

When I get nervous, I tend to stutter a little bit.

“W-what d-do you mean? N-nothing’s wrong,” I lied. (See what I mean about stuttering?)

“You just seem…off,” she replied. “Like you did something wrong and you’re not telling me.”

“Well, uhh yeah, I mean no. I d-didn’t do anything wrong,” I blurted.

“Then could you please stop looking at me like that?”

I don’t think she bought any of what I said. Who would though? I’ve never been good at lying, and this was a situation where the ability to lie was very important. I wanted to tell her what had happened, but she wouldn’t have understood. I still don’t understand why I did it. I still don’t understand why I’m getting these kinds of feelings all of a sudden. ‘Maybe it’s just a phase,’ I tell myself.

I really need to learn how to lie…

— 1 month ago —

I think she might be on to me.

I thought masturbating in her room had been bad enough. This time I stole a pair of her flip flops…while everyone was home. Part of me wanted to get caught so everything would be out in the open. Part of me was glad that I wasn’t caught…well not completely caught.

When I came home from work, everyone was downstairs. My sister looked beautiful. She was lying down on the couch wearing a pair of guys’ gym shorts (were they mine?), which looked really sexy on her, and a white tank top. I think that’s what made me want to sneak into her room. I was turned on, and she, along with my parents, was downstairs.

I started to climb the stairs, but needed to take one more look at her. My mom called up at me, “Are you going to watch some TV with us David?”

Damn. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes Ma,” I yelled as I headed up to my room.

Amber’s room is across the hall from mine. I kicked open my door and threw my bag in there, not caring where it landed. I needed to act fast if I wanted to take something from her room. In a couple months, she would be in her own place, and I wanted something to remember her by.

Her door was closed, like it always was, and I had to quickly push it open in order to avoid the loud creaking sound her hinges made (a trick I learned when I masturbated in her room.) As the door flew open, her perfume hit me in the face, and I got that feeling in my knees again. Shit.

Get in.

Take something.

Get out.

But what?

Think.

“Got it,” I whispered to myself.

When I started noticing more about my sister, I found out that I had a foot fetish. I never had it until I stared at her all the time. Her toes were perfect, and I wondered what they would taste like. Luckily for me, Amber loved to wear flip flops all the time and had quite the collection. She bought multiples of the same color, and I loved her gaziantep escort hikayeleri worn green ones.

‘I’m doing her a favor,’ I told myself, justifying why I was about to steal her flip flops.

The ones I took from her closet are a pair that was well worn. The oils from her skin had left behind a dark footprint. Size 7.5. And now they were mine.

Once I took her sandals, I realized I had no way to smuggle her flip flops back undetected. Why did I have to throw my bag in my room? Even though I knew everyone was downstairs, I didn’t want to take any chances. I did the only thing I could to hide her flip flops, and stuck them in my pants. I draped my shirt over what stuck out, and turned around.

Amber was in the doorway.

Shit.

‘What am I gonna do?’ I thought.

“What are you doing in my room David?” she asked, very unpleasantly.

“I-I uhh, was looking for one of my b-books,” I said (I really need to learn how to lie.)

“What book?”

She wasn’t buying it.

What came out of my mouth next seemed to take an eternity.

“M-my s-sketch book,” I finally mustered up. “I c-can’t find it.”

“Well, it’s not in here,” she said. “So get out.”

I didn’t say anything else. I just left her room.

When I entered my own room, I shut the door. My face was covered with sweat, and my nerves were making me shake. But I was proud of myself. Not only did I manage to get my sisters’ flip flops, but I was also able to make up an excuse for being caught in her room.

I threw her flip flops behind my door, and put on some shorts to be more comfortable. I went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I made my way downstairs and watched TV with my parents. My heart was still racing.

— Present —

Amber looked at me, and then stuck her head out into the hallway. She quickly shut my door and locked it behind her.

Confused, she asked, “Were you just thinking of me while…” her voice trailed off.

I simply nodded ‘yes.’

She looked away and noticed her flip flops behind my door.

She pointed to them and started to talk. “Are those m-,” is all she got out before I cut her off.

“Look,” I started. “I’m really sorry Amber. I took those the day I -,”

“Lost your sketch book,” she interrupted.

I nodded.

She shifted her weight to her left foot, and started to open her mouth.

Nothing came out.

She shifted her weight to her right foot and pointed at me in a scolding fashion.

Nothing came out.

I caught her looking at my cock, and I started to smile.

I didn’t know what to expect her to say. I opened my mouth to apologize, but she cut me off.

“I could’ve just given you my flip flops had you asked David.”

Now I was confused.

She crossed my room and sat on my bed. She crossed her right leg over her left and dangled it a few feet in front of my face.

“I had no idea you had a foot fetish,” she said, pointing at me with her toes.

“I didn’t…until I noticed yours Amber,” I confessed.

She bit her lip and stuck both feet out to me.

“Show me how much you like my feet David,” she demanded.

I crawled to her awaiting feet, and I stored the big toe of her right foot in my mouth. I heard her moan as I sucked on her toe. I grabbed her left foot and placed it on my chest. She started massaging my chest and stomach with her foot. Her nails scraped along my flesh each time she brought her foot up to my nipples.

I took her toe out of my mouth and started escort gaziantep hikayeleri kissing her soles. Starting at her heel, I gave her feet little kisses. When my mouth reached her toes, I spread them apart with my tongue.

My cock hardened again while I was kissing her feet. Her left foot found my erection, and she slid her toes down my shaft. Her first two toes spread open, trying to fit around my girth.

“You don’t deserve to fuck my feet yet David,” she scolded.

I continued sucking on her toes, fitting three of them in my mouth. They tasted as great as I imagined. I picked up her left foot and started to give her a massage. My fingers gently pressed into her soles, massaging them in circles.

Amber took her feet away from me and rested both of them on my face. “Breathe in,” she demanded.

I took deep breaths of my sisters’ feet. They were as fragrant as her room had been, and I didn’t want to stop…but she made me.

Amber brought her wet foot down to my thighs, and rested her big toe on the head of my cock. “You can fuck my feet when this foot is wet,” she informed me.

My tongue quickly ran along her soles. I needed another release. I sucked on each of her toes, making sure they were all as nice and wet as her other foot. I ran my tongue up from her heel to the tips of her toes, and smiled at her. She told me to lie down on the floor and she would take care of the rest.

My cock was standing straight up in the air as I was on my carpeted floor. Two times tonight I would cum with my sister on my mind…only this time, she was helping.

She sat on the floor next to me, and placed her toes on either side of my cock. Slowly, she would bring them up and down my shaft. When her toes reached my head, she would lightly tap each side with her big toe. I wanted to explode.

She squeezed her toes around my shaft and started to stroke me faster. She began urging me on. Insisting that I cum all over her feet. She wanted me to let her know when I was about to cum, so I could jack off on the top of her feet. She said she had something else in store for me.

We changed around our positions. She was now on her back with her feet in the air, and I was back on my knees. I cupped her feet around my cock, and started fucking her them. Each time I thrust forward, my balls slapped against her heels. I was close to cumming, and it was with my sister.

Amber reached her arms back and picked up one of the flip flops I had stolen from her room. She started teasing me by licking the dark foot print that had remained. I couldn’t take it anymore. I held her feet out in front of me like she wanted, and I came on her toes.

Even though I was on my knees, the force of my orgasm caused me to buckle and hit the floor. I was out of breath, and tired. That’s when I heard her giggling.

“Did you forget that I had something else in store for you David?” she playfully asked.

‘I can’t take anymore,’ I thought.

“Clean your cum off my feet and I won’t tell Mom and Dad what I caught you doing tonight.”

I had never tasted my cum before, but I really didn’t want my parents finding out anything. I knew what I had to do but I must have taken too long to respond.

“I’m waiting David,” she said dangling her feet in the air.

I picked myself up from the floor, beat, and started cleaning off my sisters’ feet.

“I could always use someone to pay half the bills at my place David. Just think. We can be together whenever we want without any worries.”

I couldn’t pass up an offer like that. When her feet were clean, we told our parents I’d be moving in with Amber. They were hesitant at first, only because my sister was 21, and I was still only 19. They eventually came around though. I think the idea of an empty house appealed to them more than anything.

My sister and I walked upstairs holding hands. I kissed her in the hallway, and turned to go in my room. She grabbed the sleeve of my shirt, and tugged me into her bedroom.

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This is story in “The Good Wife” series. It is recommended that the stories be read in the correct order, as the story does proceed chronologically. Story will be coming shortly. I apologize for any confusion relative to the titles, and I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I have had writing them…rmdexter

*****

“So, were Mr. and Mrs. Gibson going at it again last night?” Jenna asked. She and Grace were in the basement family room at Jenna’s home, watching some TV. Actually the TV was on, but they’d just been talking most of the time.

“I don’t think so,” Grace said and they both chuckled at the idea of the older couple engaging in sexual activities. “But I was so tired from the night before that I think I would have slept through anything.”

“I bet it wasn’t them,” Jenna said mysteriously. “I bet it was Zach.”

“Naw, no way.”

The phone rang, but the girls ignored it, knowing Jenna’s parents would answer it upstairs.

“C’mon, Grace. I bet he snuck Becca into his room and was doing her all night long.”

“Jenna! That’s my brother you’re talking about.”

“Hey, c’mon Grace. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I’m sorry too,” Grace replied, feeling guilty for overreacting to her best friend’s comment.

“But you have to admit,” Jenna continued, “Zach is pretty hot.”

“Zach?”

“Now, c’mon. I know he’s your older brother and all, but even you must know how good-looking he is.”

“I guess,” Grace replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Have you ever, you know, seen him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Like when he’s coming out of the bathroom from taking a shower or something. You know, naked.”

“No!”

“Relax, I was just asking. When I’ve seen him wearing jeans, he looks like he’s really packing something in there.”

Grace sat there stunned, afraid to say anything, even to her best friend, because she’d noticed the same thing herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening at the top of the stairs. The girls both looked up as Jenna’s dad walked into the room, a concerned look on his face.

“Jenna, something’s happened,” he said seriously. “Uncle Josh has been in a car accident.”

Grace had met Jenna’s Uncle Josh and Aunt Jennifer before when they’d been visiting from Indianapolis.

“Is…is he okay?” Jenna asked anxiously.

“He’s in the hospital and in pretty bad shape. The doctors think he’ll be okay, but it’s kind of touch and go right now. I want you to pack an overnight bag, we’ve got to go right now.”

“Okay,” Jenna replied, trying to hold back the tears that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Grace,” Jenna’s dad said as he looked at her, “we’ll drop you at home on our way. Do you want to call your mom and tell her you’re coming?”

“No, it’s fine. I talked to her earlier and she and Zach are just going to be staying at home tonight.”

“Okay. Get your stuff together then, girls. We’ve gotta go.”

Less than half an hour later, Grace slid her key into the apartment door and let herself in. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bags in her room. She’d seen the light on in the kitchen and went to see what her mom and Zach were up to. She was surprised that she didn’t hear the TV, but she figured her mom must be reading her new book, and Zach was probably in his room on the computer, as usual.

The 18-year old walked into the kitchen, but no one was there. “They must each be in their rooms”, she thought. She was about to call out to her mother to let her know she was home, when she heard a sound coming from the hallway. “Ohhhhnnnnn…” It was a long drawn-out groan, and Grace immediately became alarmed, recognizing the sound as coming from her mother. She stood there for a second—frightened, and then the groan was followed by a breathy hiss, “Yessssssss…” The second sound was different from the first, and although she didn’t know what was happening, it didn’t sound like her mother was in pain. She turned and, looking down the hallway, saw her mother’s bedroom door open a few inches, a golden glow of light coming from inside the room.

“So hard…” Grace heard her mother’s voice say in a throaty moan, the sound coming through the open doorway. She also heard a rhythmic thumping and the squeak of bedsprings. The teenager was intensely curious, wondering what was going on. The youngster moved stealthily down the dark hallway until she could see inside her mother’s room. She gasped in shock and reached out to steady herself on the wall beside her as she saw the wickedly erotic scene going on before her. Her mother was lying on her back in the middle of her bed with a man on top of her, fucking her. By the light from the lamp on the bedside table, Grace could clearly see her mother’s mature body clad in daring dark red lingerie, her slender legs sheathed in sheer black stockings. She had on patent leather high heels and her long slim arms were escort ilanları covered in gloves reaching almost to her shoulders, the gloves the same scarlet color as the bodice of her outfit. Grace looked down the length of those gloves to where her mother’s hands were pulling at the sheets in a death grip. She looked up to her mother’s face. Her mother’s eyes were closed as her head lolled from side to side, her hair spread out wildly on the pillow beneath her. Her mother’s lips were open and she could see her breathing raggedly, gasping for breath as little moans of pleasure emanated continuously from between her parted red lips.

Grace stood like a statue and watched in awe at the wickedly titillating sight. She could tell that the man on top of her mother was not her father, and she wondered who it could be. The man’s pistoning hips slowed and he started to lean back. Wanting to make sure she wasn’t seen, Grace leaned closer to the wall, her eyes peering past the edge of the doorframe.

“Now, I’m gonna really open you up for me,” the man said as he sat back on his knees between her mother’s spread legs.

Grace’s hand flew to her mouth as she barely suppressed the gasp she felt in her throat. The man fucking her mother wasn’t a man—it was her brother, Zach! Her eyes flew wide open as she watched her 19-year old brother reach down to each side and grasp her mother by her slim ankles, his hands circling around the wide leather band of her sexy shoes. Grace watched spellbound as he lifted her mother’s legs high in the air, and then lewdly spread them as far to each side as he could.

“She looks like a wishbone,” Grace thought to herself. She was shocked by what she was seeing, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. With her mother’s legs held open in a wide V-shape, Grace watched as her brother slowly rolled his hips, the firm cheeks of his bum moving sensually, his erection still buried between his mother’s legs.

“Oh Zach,” her mother groaned loudly, “don’t tease me like that.” Grace watched intently as her brother ceased the teasing rotation and slowly drew back his hips. She saw his pecker start to come into view and was surprised at the thickness of it, the broad gnarled shaft glistening erotically with pussy juice. Her eyes got wider and wider as Zach just kept withdrawing, inch after inch of rigid cock coming into view. He finally stopped, with the just the tip of the broad flared crown trapped between her mother’s shiny pink labia.

“Oh my God,” Grace thought to herself as she looked at the enormous cock projecting from her brother’s groin. “It’s huge!” She couldn’t believe the size of it, and she quickly thought about Jenna’s comment of how big it had looked in his jeans. If only her best friend could see it now. Grace stared, totally mesmerized by her brother’s steely erection as he held still, the broad flared head nestled snugly between her mother’s clutching pussy-lips. The long hard love-muscle looked so powerful and strong—even from where she was watching, she could see the flowing blood pulsing through the protruding blue veins on the glistening shaft.

“Okay, Mom, let’s see how deep we can go,” Zach said as he started to flex forward. Grace’s eyes stared intently at their lewdly joined bodies as her brother’s monstrous pick slid insistently into her mother’s greasy trench.

“Oh fuckkkkkkk…” Alicia groaned deep in her throat as her son’s blood-engorged phallus stretched the hot wet tissues inside her almost to the tearing point. Grace’s nipples stiffened and she felt a nagging itch in her pussy as she watched the illicitly sinful act of her brother fucking her mother. She looked at her mother’s face as Zach went deeper, seeing a blissfully serene look of pleasure as her mother tipped her head up and gasped, while clutching tightly to the sheets in her glove-covered hands. Grace looked back, and watched as Zach forced the final few inches inside, the depths of his mother’s hot mature pussy finally yielding to him.

Zach groaned deep in his throat as he bottomed out, the enflamed head of his prick bumping against his mother’s tingling cervix as his groin pressed flush up against her shaven mound, his rigid erection gripped tightly by the oily tissues of her mature cunt. He salaciously rolled his hips, stirring her incendiary depths sinfully as the enflamed head of his cock rubbed teasingly against the door of her womb.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH…” Alicia gasped loudly as a shattering climax tore through her. Grace watched as her mother thrashed about on the bed, overtaken by orgasmic convulsions. It was wickedly exciting to watch, and Grace found herself wondering what it would feel like to be in her mother’s place, to surrender herself to a huge powerful cock like that, to feel it bring her indescribable pleasure. Subconsciously, her hand slid down the front of her body as she watched, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her sweat pants and right down inside gaziantep escort ilanları her panties. She found she was already soaking wet, the lips of her girlish cunt sticky with her greasy juices.

“Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do,” Zach said as he levered his engorged lance backwards and then stabbed it back in, driving his rigid erection in all the way to the hilt.

“So bigggggg…” Alicia moaned as her body continued to twitch and buck beneath him. Zach held her legs up and spread far out to each side as he hammered away at his mother, his drum-tight balls drawing up close to his body. Grace was spellbound, intently watching the lewdly erotic act, and listening—listening to the indecent sounds of the headboard bumping rhythmically against the back wall, the bedsprings squeaking in protest, and the salacious sound of Zach’s balls slapping noisily against her mother’s round curvy bum. She ran her fingers through her oily slit and then brought them to her clit, her slippery fingertips rubbing teasingly over the erect little spire.

“I’m close. Where do you want this one, Mom?” Zach asked as he pounded his mother with every hard inch, driving her gripping twat deeper and deeper into the mattress.

“I…I…,” Alicia was barely able to gasp out the words, her body trembling and shaking as he brought her to one climax after another. “I want you to come all over my tits…but I…I want to do it for you.”

“Okay, just a few more strokes,” Zach replied as he feverishly fucked his mother, the delightful contractions beginning in his midsection. Grace’s heart was racing as she watched, her fingers now rubbing furiously over the engorged nubbin at the apex of her sex.

“Oh yeah,” Zach said as he dropped his mother’s legs to each side and quickly withdrew his rampant boner from her gripping cunt. Alicia shoved herself up against the pillows stacked against the headboard, her swollen breasts sitting up beautifully on the shelf-like projection of the structured bra cups. She reached for her son as he scrambled on top of her, his knees on either side of her wasp-like waist. Grace gasped as she watched her mother’s two gloved hands reach forward, one wrapping around her brother’s thrusting erection while she reached beneath him and cradled his sperm-laden testicles in her other.

“That’s it,” Alicia hissed seductively, her gloved hand starting to pump back and forth on his burgeoning tool. “Give Mommy all that hot cum of yours.”

Grace was breathing rapidly, her fingers strumming her throbbing clit as she marveled at the nasty sight of her mother’s scarlet hand stroking vigorously back and forth on her brother’s long white fuck-stick.

“Oh fuck, Mom, here it comes!” Zach warned as he started to come. Grace watched as a long ropey strand of milky semen jetted forth, splashing onto her mother’s chest, the sizable gob already starting to slide into her cleavage. A second streaking rope shot forth, landing on the upper swell of one tit in a massive splat. Her mother’s hand continued to pump back and forth, a sultry smile on her face as she directed the tip of Zach’s spitting cock all over her chest.

Grace could feel her own pleasure escalating while her mother’s scarlet-clad hand stroked vigorously back and forth, flooding her breasts with a barrage of sperm. Streamers of goo were flying everywhere as her mother’s hand manipulated her brother’s bucking cock skillfully, wads of cum spackling her sexy corset and dripping from her pumping gloved hands. Grace was overwhelmed by the pure eroticism of what she was witnessing, and felt the delicious sensations as her working fingers triggered an intense orgasm deep inside her.

“Ohhhnn,” she groaned as waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. She gasped and thought she was going to pass out. With her legs about to give out, she stumbled forward as a low animalistic growl escaped her lips, her body bumping against the door frame.

Alicia looked up at the sound and gasped, her eyes immediately focusing on Grace standing just outside the door, her body leaning against the frame. She looked at her daughter in surprise, and then saw that Grace’s eyes were half-closed and her mouth was gaping open as she breathed raggedly, her hand shoved down the front of her sweat pants. Alicia could even see the tiny points of Grace’s pert breasts through her t-shirt—it was obvious Grace had just finished climaxing.

“Grace?” Alicia said, her stroking hand releasing her son’s still-hard cock.

Zach saw the look of shock on his mother’s face and his head whipped around to see what she was looking at. He could make out his little sister’s form just past the partially open door. He looked back at his mother, terror in his eyes.

Alicia knew she had to take control of the situation before the whole thing blew up on all of them. “Grace,” she said calmly, “come in here, Honey.” She flicked her eyes to Zach’s and gaziantep escort bayan ilanları said quietly under her breath, “Zach, you better go to your room. I’ll come and talk to you later.”

Thoroughly embarrassed, Zach bounded off the bed, grabbed his boxer shorts from the floor and hurried from the room, holding his underwear in front of his exposed groin.

Grace had quickly removed her hand from between her legs as soon as her mother had called her name. As Zach rushed past his younger sister, Alicia couldn’t help but notice that Grace surreptitiously tried to look down at her brother’s crotch. Seeing that made Alicia smile inside—maybe things weren’t going to be as bad as she thought.

“It’s okay, Honey, come in now,” Alicia said softly, her voice warm and comforting. “It’s just you and me now.” Grace silently walked across the room, her eyes brimming with tears. Alicia sat up slightly and leaned against the stack of pillows behind her, and then gently patted a spot on the bed next to her. “Come sit with me, Grace. We need to talk.”

With her emotions in turmoil, Grace slowly stepped across the room and sat facing her mother, her legs tucked girlishly beneath her. She was deeply confused by what she’d just witnessed, her mother and her brother fucking—committing incest. But she realized she’d also been incredibly aroused by what she’d seen—her mother dressed in an incredibly sexy outfit and her brother making love to her with his monstrously huge cock. Grace thought about how exciting it had been to watch them, and how perfect they looked together, bringing each other rapturous pleasure, and she felt jealous—jealous of a special love she knew they shared.

Grace looked over at her mother, sitting peacefully next to her, as if nothing was wrong at all. Her mother looked at her with a warm comforting smile on her face, calming her. Grace had been worried that her mother would be angry on her for spying on them, and the look on her mother’s face relieved the anxiety she was feeling. She let her eyes drift downward, to her mother’s chest. Her eyes widened in awe as she looked at the milky coating covering her mother’s beautiful breasts. The cups of the corset spectacularly displayed her mother’s nicely-shaped breasts, pushing them together and up to create an inviting dark line of cleavage—only now, that dark line was obscured by a thick white ribbon of semen, the milky strand trailing down between the curving swells of her mother’s tits to disappear beneath the top edge of the corset. Her mother’s whole chest was covered with the stuff, wads and strands of whitish goo crisscrossing her chest in a bizarre mosaic. Grace shivered with excitement as she looked at her mother’s sperm-coated chest, that tingling itch beginning in her pussy once more.

“Grace,” Alicia said, “what happened over at Jenna’s? Is anything wrong?”

“Her Uncle Josh was in a car accident. They had to go to Indianapolis.”

“Is he alright?” Alicia asked, her voice full of concern. She knew Jenna’s family very well, the girls had been best friends since pre-school.

“He’s in the hospital, but they think he’ll be okay.” Grace paused for a second as her mother nodded, relieved. “But they had to bring me home. I…I never expected to see you…to see you and Zach like that.”

Alicia nodded knowingly, reaching out to take her daughter’s hand in hers. She held Grace’s tiny hand, the fingers of her other hand caressing it soothingly. They both looked down as Alicia’s fingers traced lovingly back and forth, the glove-encased hand she was using was the same one she had just finished masturbating Zach with. The glove was stained and spackled with gobs of semen, and Grace found it perversely exciting to feel the wicked softness of the cum-covered glove against her skin.

“I know it must have been a shock for you, Dear,” Alicia said softly, looking directly at her daughter. “But you did stay out there and watch for a while, didn’t you?”

Grace felt herself flushing with embarrassment under her mother’s intense stare. She nodded, and then dropped her head in shame, unable to meet her mother’s eyes.

“It’s alright, Grace. Relax, I understand,” Alicia continued softly. “You know after what happened last year how we talked about always being honest with each other?” Grace nodded, remembering the talk her mother had had with both of them, and how important 100% honesty was to them, as a family. Alicia had used the same tack when dealing with her son two days ago when she found out about his obsession with her—telling Zach the importance of being honest with each other. She knew she had to do the same with Grace. The future of all of them depended on it and, at this point, she had no intention of lying to her daughter.

“Mom,” Grace said hesitantly. “You…you and Zach. How…how…when did that happen?”

“It only happened two days ago for the first time. I accidentally walked in on Zach when he was…well, you know.” Alicia gave her daughter a knowing little smile and was relieved to see Grace give her a tiny grin in return. “So after I’d caught him in kind of an embarrassing situation, we had a talk about being honest with each other. Now Grace, I’m going to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that none of this leaves this house. Our lives together depend on that—do you understand?”

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The sounds I heard as I walked into my living room were unmistakable. I could hear my wife Valerie moaning the way she does when someone is eating her pussy. She has a distinctive moan that always drives me mad with lust, but now someone else was making her cum, and I was mad. I walked up the carpeted stairs to the bedroom door, and steadied myself for what I thought I would walk in on.

I expected to walk in and see some young stud licking away at my wife’s pussy. I had visions of me grabbing him off of her, and beating the shit out of him as I threw him down the stairs. I thought my marriage was over. The reality of what I saw was surprisingly arousing though.

As I opened the door quickly and violently, fist clenched in anticipation, I was greeted by the lovely sight of my wife lying on her back, he legs spread wide, and between them was my naked and lovely 19 year old daughter Lindsey. Her long brown hair and thin body looked amazing as her bubble butt stuck up in the air. Valerie heard the door open and looked up startled, but smiled as she saw my scowl turn to a look of amazement.

“Looks like Daddy found us out kiddo.” she said to Lindsey.

Lindsey looked back over her shoulder, my wife’s love juices running down her chin and said “Hi Daddy. I didn’t hear you come in. Get naked and join us.” and back she went to my escort haberleri wife’s snatch, licking and fingering her to another abrupt orgasm.

I was in shock over what I was watching. My little girl was making my wife, her mother, cum again and again with her mouth and fingers. My wife was loving the attention, and her body writhed on the bed in ecstasy. I felt myself growing harder and harder as I took in the spectacle of it all.

“Turn around baby.” I said to Lindsey. “Let your mother eat you out for a bit, I want to use your mouth right now.

“Yes Daddy.” she said as she turned around and straddled her mother’s face. “Oooh. She has a nice tongue Dad.” she said as she wiggled her cunt against Valerie’s lips. She layed down and licked my wife’s pussy a few more times as I stepped out of my clothes.

I approached, and Lindsey reached out greedily to grab my engorged cock. She pulled me close and licked the head with the softest warmest tongue I have ever felt. She opened her mouth, and in one fell swoop engulfed my rigid member to the root. I gasped as my daughter swallowed me whole, and felt her throat vibrate as my wife made Lindsey moan from licking her little girl’s twat. Lindsey’s hand came up, and wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Her mouth and hand moved as one gaziantep escort haberleri as her wet warm saliva made me slick and hard. Her tongue danced over my head, and her lips pursed around the shaft. She took deep fast plunges on my phallus and made obscene slurping and choking noises as she shoved it into her throat. I was in heaven.

I pulled my cock out of my little angel’s mouth with a loud “pop”. I picked her head up with a finger under her chin and kissed her the way lovers do. Our tongues danced and wiggled against each other, and I could taste her lips, my wife’s cunt, and my cock on her mouth all at once. When we parted Lindsey raised up to kneel straddling my wife’s face. Valerie kept licking and sucking on our daughter’s pussy while I moved closer, and placed the head of my cock against Valerie’s dripping snatch.

“That felt so good baby.” I said to Lindsey. “You sucked Daddy’s cock so well. See how hard you made me for Mom?” With that I plunged my cock deep into Valerie’s dripping cunt. She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain that always excited me. I fucked her hard, and deep, and watched my little girl’s soft tits bounce as the bed shook. She leaned forward and kissed me again while I pounded my wife’s throbbing pussy. Valerie could not keep licking Lindsey’s escort gaziantep haberleri cunt as she was too busy moaning and screaming aloud. Lindsey got off her face, and turned to kiss her mother as well. As Lindsey’s tongue muffled the passionate cries of her mother, I reached down and fingered Valerie’s clit while I fucked her. Valerie came with a sudden and almost violent orgasm that left her throbbing pussy clamping around my shaft harder than she could with her hand. I kept thrusting in and out, deep and fast making her orgasm flow into another. Between the passionate sounds, and the sight of my sexy daughter’s body on top of my wife’s I was about ready to blow my load.

“Come here Lindsey.” I said. As my daughter came near, I grabbed her by her hair, and brought her head to where my cock was sliding in and out of her mother’s gash. I pulled out, and Lindsey opened her mouth wide to take my cock in. Her tongue brought me over the edge, and I filled her sucking mouth with a load of hot cum. She took it all, and with bulging eyes of amazement let it fill her mouth without swallowing it. When I was done shooting my load, I looked into Lindsey’s eyes. “Share that with your mother.” I said in a commanding voice.

Lindsey nodded, and turned to go face to face with her mother again. Valerie opened her mouth wide, and Lindsey let my load slowly drip from her mouth into her mother’s. She then leaned down, and they shared a messy kiss, made sticky with my jizz. My white cream spread all over their mouths, and ran down their chins.

I layed down with them, my daughter on one side, my wife on the other. I was the happiest man alive, in the middle of two women, neither of whom could love me more.

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[[Hey all! This is the first part of a novella-ish length story about a Family so hot that laws literally changed to encompass their incestuous pornography films being allowed for public consumption. I play with perspective a bit in this and try to tell it through two characters. I hope you enjoy!]]

(Julie)

I’d say that I woke up to a morning like any other, but that would be a lie; this morning was special. Like Christmas fucking your Birthday while your wedding day eats them both out from behind. I leapt out of bed unbelievably horny, my dreams had apparently been nothing but a huge clit-tease and now there were mere hours between me and getting to fuck the hottest seven people on the entire planet at once: My family.

It might sound arrogant for me to suggest that those who share my incredible genes are the hottest, but in this case it isn’t just my opinion: My uncle Randy started his own porn company in which we’re the main performers and the popularity of our films has so eclipsed every other adult film studio on earth that many of them are shuttering, and the rest have to pay us exorbitant fees to license our movies and stay afloat by showing them. We’re that fucking good.

I took a few moments to check out that fine fucking bitch in the mirror, loving the way the morning light loved every part of my curves. The longest part of my 5’8″ height was my legs, which joined just beneath my flaring-out hips and ass, then the line tapered in the six-pack-ab adorned middle that made up my waist, and then blew outward again into my mind-bending GG cup breasts. Firmness ran in my family and until you saw the bounce or sway of the things you might have sworn I had implants. The pair lifted and stuck out more as I lifted my long blonde hair into a pair of pig-tails and batted my own golden-brown eyes at myself.

It wasn’t just exciting that I was going to get to bang my family for the first time today, it was heightened by the fact that this would be the first time my Uncle’s wing of the family—-the Johnsons—-would bring their considerable fucking prowess to bear on my mother’s branch, the Coopers. (I know there’s already a famous baseball player named Randy Johnson, but he renounced his nickname “The Big Unit” to my uncle, the second that big cock first showed up on camera.) So it was a red-letter day all around.

Of course I wasn’t coming into things a complete virgin. When my mother caught me at 18 having destroyed the entire baseball team when I was head cheerleader at school, she knew that I was destined to follow in her footsteps as an adult starlet. She helped me pick out a porn name (I went by GiGi Jizelle back then, in honor of my GG cups and how much I loved getting them covered in layers of spunk) and introduced me to her contacts in the industry. I was winning AVN Awards mere months later and was considered by insiders to be the hottest thing to happen to the industry my uncle or mother or brother or aunt or cousins, which is saying a lot given how much they all rocked the porn business in their time with it. Basically Coopers and Johnsons all cut their teeth blowing the minds (and body parts) of all the other big names before creating their own arm of the industry.

I got dressed after the mirror confirmed everything I’d hoped about myself (alright, I’ll admit that while I was proud to have a tight six pack, I was still jealous of the eight-pack mom was sporting. I’d have to work out a lot longer to hit that point I guess. I decided to keep it casual today and went with a pair of tight, ass-hugging jeans and a white half-shirt that could do nothing to stop the protrusion of my hard gum-drop nipples.

I bounced (and I do mean BOUNCED) down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast, and was immediately greeted by the sight of my brother’s gorgeous, muscular back, corded muscles just slightly flexed as he bent over, his big beefy arms wrapped around my mother. I don’t think they were making out exactly, but obviously I’d walked in halfway through some sort of game of sexual chicken; my family was always doing that, teasing each other, pushing one another until someone broke and tried to fuck. It only followed logically that people who watched each other fuck on film all day would want to experience it.

Evan, (that’s my brother) backed off when I said “Good morning!” being as much a cockblock as I was a cocktease in that moment. He turned to face me and I savored the image of him, his massive biceps looking freshly pumped beneath his ripped-up shoulders, the splendor of his perfect stomach showing slightly through the tank-top he wore, cock bulging grotesquely in his board shorts. He grinned that perfect grin of his beneath his brown eyes and hair, looking for all the world like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Of course he’s in the industry as well, goes by the name “Evan Biggur” as a pun on the idea that he’s even bigger than the biggest you’d see on-screen.

“Morning, Julie,” he said as my mother hastily fussed with disheveled brunette escort gaziantep hair, her own brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she took me in.

“Oh darling, you’re looking just radiant today! Are you excited you finally get to get on the family camera?”

I could only nod in response, knowing my still-hard nipples were doing the talking for me in answer to that question.

“Still don’t look as radiant as you, mom,” It was true. Roxy Cooper, or, ‘Gedallia Rocksauff’ as she was known on camera did not look like a woman who could have given birth two me and a strapping son. Her towering five-foot-eleven height always left me feeling humbled, (though not as much as Evan’s 6’4″ footballer build) as did the fact that she was just in incredible shape, every muscle worked out to perfection, not scary big, but pronounced and toned. I was envious of her tits too, whopping HH cups that had barely more sag than my own huge GG’s. She was dressed very similar to me, blue-jeans and a halter-top in her case, but still very little hidden from the world as we prepared for the big shoot.

Evan poured himself a glass of orange juice as mom turned her attention to bacon that was beginning to sizzle.

“Honestly sis, thanks for saving me, I don’t know if I could take more her cockteasing?” I gave a tit-rolling shrug as I helped myself to one of the chairs and a blueberry muffin, “What’s that supposed to mean? You’ve been teased before.”

“Yeah, but this is different, I’ve been uh, saving up.”

I cocked my head at him, “Bullshit! I’ve still heard the usual shrieks of pleasure coming from your room, you’ve been having girlfriends over like usual.”

“Well sure, I’ve been banging the tits off bitches like usual, sure, I just haven’t been uh, ‘completing’ you know?”

“Evan! What have I told you about using that word!?” Mom cut in at him saying ‘bitches’.

He took on a hang-dog look, “You said not to use it if I wasn’t cramming my cock hard and fast into the slut I was calling bitch until she squirted a gallon of cunt-cream.”

“That’s my boy. I raised you with proper morality and don’t you forget it.”

“Shucks, sorry mom. Anyway, the point is, my fucking nuts haven’t been drained in over forty-eight hours now, and that’s the longest I’ve been without release since I got my first fucking hard-on.”

“Oh no, bro! Does it hurt?” I asked, genuinely curious. There were mysteries of male anatomy I’d never understand, even with my ample experience in operating it.

“Not exactly, I mean, it kinda aches, but mostly I just wanna cum real bad. I feel like it’s gonna be epic when I do.”

“I can’t wait to see it!”

Mom swayed around us, deliberately putting her perfect bubble-butt right in Evan’s face as she served me, then turned so he got her tits in profile as she put bacon on his plate as well.

“Actually, your uncle said that he and Johnny have been saving up too, maybe even longer than that. This should be quite the show!”

“Did you guys deny yourselves before last year’s orgy?” I asked.

The orgies had become quite the tradition for the family business. The Fuckatino Film company had been launched in a very smart way. It started with the press releases that celebrated porn star Randy Johnson was leaving the industry and started with him just doing some real basic solo vids, the kinds where he showed off the true dimensions of his incredible cock. One of the reasons he had to leave porn was because his co-stars tended to get too jealous to appear with him in film.. You can’t compete when you’ve been bragging that your nine incher is really thirteen when a genuine cock that’s even bigger than your lying number is also on camera. So even by just showing that beast off he was doing something revolutionary.

Then he added footage with his wife, which everyone loved, many of them not realizing he’d married a porn legend. Finally, rumors started swirling that other families were getting in on it behind the scenes but they didn’t release any footage until they’d cleared a few legal hurdles, their efforts alone redefining what could be legally penalized as incest. In the end, laws changed to accommodate them simply because public outcry to the contrary was too great, the world wanted to see my Aunt and cousins fuck and so long as there were no children from it, there was no harm.

From there, he’d slowly revved it up, longer scenes with more participants until the first orgy involving everyone who wasn’t still locked into industry contracts had gone off last year. I was still bound to mine so I could only jealously watch as my brother and mother came back home, drenched in sex, and so exhausted that even they had to take a day off of sex afterwards, which prior to that had been unthinkable. This year, my contract was up, and I too would get to see what the Fuckatino Family Business was really all about.

I only heard flashes of what had actually gone down. My Uncle getting his whole cock escort gaziantep bayan swallowed for the first time since he’d begun having sex. Mom literally destroying cameras with the power and volume of her squirting. The twins managing to make my brother cum just from rimming him. My Aunt fucking a bed to flinders riding her son. Johnny plowing the twins unconscious. It had gone on for more than a day and the stories were legendary. Now I was going to get to be a part of it!

After our late breakfast we all piled into Mom’s Bentley. It’s not as fun as the Corvette, but that doesn’t sit three as comfortably. I was stuck in the back while mom worked her hand between the gear-shift and the outline of Evan’s stupendous bulge, teasing him mercilessly as the rumbling engine jiggled our tits.

“Nggh, Mom, that feels really good but my balls are already so swollen!” he groaned.

She smirked and scooped a hand into his pants, clearly rubbing away at his overpacked scrotum.

“My poor big boys’ poor big boys.” Her tone was one of motherly concern even though her expression was that of a cock-eating shark.

“My POOR brother,” I joined in, moving unsafely to get my huge boobs grinding against the back of his head.

“Oh you guys are gonna fucking GET it,” Evan said through tightly clenched teeth.

“We certainly HOPE so!” Mom and I said in perfect coke-owing unison.

We arrived at Uncle Randy’s place all pretty worked up, I could feel a quiver in my clit that kept going long after the powerful engine had been shut off. His place looked normal enough from the outside, it was large with a huge bay window, some nice professional gardening out front and even a small tranquility fountain that babbled away on the lawn. Pausing to smile at mom and Evan I finally raised a hand to knock on the door.

________________________________________ (Johnny)

The knock signaled the end of a very pleasant morning. I’d woken up to getting my dick sucked, which was how I often woke up. Sometimes it was My mom. Sometimes it was one of my sisters (or both, they rarely let each other go solo on anything.) Sometimes it was my Aunt Roxy, though that was rare. As far as I was concerned there was no better way in the world to come out of sleep than feeling yourself halfway down a wet hot throat.

This particular morning it was Mom who was doing the sucking, she was slowly jacking my whopper in both hands while her mouth bobbed up and down on my cockhead. I groaned, “Yeah, fucking suck it, mom, I love how you worship this dick!”

Most girls did worship it, really. I was the lucky recipient of proper Johnson DNA, the incredible genetic collection of parts that made muscles come easy, sex last for hours, and above all, my penis beyond huge. Both me and my cousin Evan had the kinds of cocks that shattered the world of pornography, and both of us were just following in our father’s footsteps. I think dad’s a hair bigger than us, but you never know, we’re still young enough we might grow a little yet before we’re done, I’d always like to think I’d be able to take my old man eventually.

Speaking of Oedipus, my mom pulled off my cock, drooling a thick strand of slobber all over my shaft as she moved down to give each of my huge nuts a savoring, worshipful kiss.

“Mmm, morning to you too, mom,” I groggily said as I reached out a hand to paw at one of her enormous J-cup tits.

“Morning, baby. Where do you want to cum?” she asked as she licked up the slobber-trail she’d just left.

“Nnnngh, I hate to say it, but I don’t. Family orgy today and I don’t want to waste even a single load before it begins.

She pouted mockingly, “Awww, after all that work I just did?”

I shrugged, “Tell you what, I promise to save my first load for you. Where do you want it when I do?”

She thought about it a moment, “Half in my mouth, half in my face, baby.”

“You got it.”

“Such a respectful son.” Her giggle was light and tinkly. She gave my cockhead a goodbye kiss before sweeping her long blonde hair back and standing up, adjusting her tits a little before she treated me to an ass-wiggling exit from the room. Mom had always been a cock-tease, but she was a cock-pleaser too so it all balanced out in the end. Speaking of ends, hers was a delight to watch on its way through the door. There’s a reason the industry dubbed her simply enough: “Sexi Lexi”.

Finally I stretched and stood up, heading right to the bathroom to shower. I made it a cold one today, not wanting to knock over any furniture with my famously massive erection. I shook my head as I caught sight of it in the transparent reflection in the glass door of the bathtub,

“Dude, you’ve got a big dick,” I said. Not bragging, it was just the truth. I spread the soap all over the perfectly cut body I’d earned with hours in the gym and days in endless hardcore fuck-fests, I loved the feel of how much my biceps bulged, the way the water flowed into escort gaziantep kızlar different tributaries around my jacked-as-fuck abs, and the comforting stability of my thick-ass quads. My body was built to fuck, and I’d honed into an even more perfect sex-machine with every passing day. As my cock finally began to flag I reached down and cupped the meaty weight of my heavy ballsack, noting that the big boys were definitely heavier than usual, all in anticipation of finally getting to fuck her.

Her? My cousin, the unbelievable piece of ass that was coming to her and my first family “reunion” this year. Julie “GG Jizelle” Cooper had the firmest tits in the family for their size even if they weren’t quite as big as Aunties or Mom’s, and something about her just grabbed me more than any of the thousands of co-stars had so far. Now that she was contract free, it was time to show her what my big fucking cock did to hot pieces of ass like her. But, you know, in a loving kissing cousins sort of way.

I through on the button-up shorts I knew I wouldn’t be wearing long and a tee that hugged my muscles as I went downstairs to join everyone else. The twins were looking pretty hot with their yoga-pants and bikini-tops, both garments hugging every generous curve. I mean, in our family they actually had the tiniest tits to offer, but that still meant Maria and Andrea still had FF cups that blew almost everyone else on earth right the fuck out of the water. Add those crystal-blue eyes and that jet black hair and you might as well have cut the ribbon on a fucking boner-factory right there.

Lastly, sitting back in his big comfy recliner was the man himself, Randy Johnson. I could never stop being thankful this dude was my father, and while I hoped to one day surpass him as the world’s greatest porn star, I would never stop respecting him. The man could tear apart a hole in a way that would still take me years to master. When that knock at the door sounded, he was the one who stood up and let the Cooper family in.

I gave Evan some dab as we both sized each other up; he was a little older and I couldn’t help competing a little, but at the end of the day we’re pretty cool with each other. Still, I’m sure I’m the bigger stud. This was just going to be my first year to prove it.

Randy escorted them to sit on the big-ass couch (that couch has seen a lot action, trust me) and then we all took the different chairs and love seats to join them, the eight of us all kinda making little smalltalk. My eyes were on Julie and that sexy rack of hers, such whoppers I don’t think she was even wearing a bra under that halter and they still looked pushed up.

“So before we get started, I just wanted to make something clear,” Randy said. “This is a Johnson-Cooper family reunion. Now I know you all know that means we’re in for an intense fuck-fest the rest of the world can only watch and envy, but we have two newbies this year. Johnny, Julie, are you both REALLY sure you’re ready for this?”

I snorted, “‘course’.” Because it was obvious. Julie looked confused, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

Randy stood up then, hooking his fingers through the belt-loops of his shorts, big mitts framing his big package, “Well you need to understand. Normally, when we all fuck out there in the industry like you guys have been doing the last couple of years, we hold back, right? If we didn’t, we’d break our co-stars and probably ruin their careers,”

“Not to mention their holes!” Evan cut in and I gave him an approving high-five.

“Yes, exactly. Now in this, NO one is going to hold back. This is going to be the longest, sweatiest, slobbery-est, ball-slappingest, ass-rippingest, cunt-killingest, gaggyest no-holds-barred slaughter-orgy that you all have ever been through. You might need more time. You might not be ready. You could leave here bruised and humiliated and drained because even though you’re both very impressive specimens of Johnson-Cooper DNA, you haven’t been at this as long as the rest of us and we could leave you in the dust. So I ask again: Are you ready?

I just nodded, but Julie surprised me,

“Ready to get your cock down my throat, uncle,” she said with a giggle. Even he looked surprised, who knew my little kissin’ cousin had grown into such a slut! This was gonna be a fun time. ________________________________________ (Julie) I couldn’t believe what I’d just said! From the looks on their faces, they couldn’t either, but shock was soon replaced by knowing glances and easy smiles.

“Come on, you know what I’m like, you’ve seen my work!” I said, trying to smooth things over a little more.

Then it was my turn to be surprised when Johnny shook his head, “Actually, cuz, I haven’t.”

I frowned, “Why not? Don’t you find me sexy?”

He shook his head again, “It’s not that. I didn’t want spoilers. Ever since you started working I realized you were just the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I’ve been dying for this day and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

The room was dead silent. Johnny seemed to realize what a fawning little speech he’d given and he blushed deep. I decided to rescue him from the awkward moment.

For a moment I thought I must have been a lot more embarrassed than I thought as a trickle of sweat rolled down my neck, but then I noticed drops beginning to bead on Evan’s biceps and Mom’s cleavage too.

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“Hey Matt, how is my favorite horny eighteen–year-old this morning?” Diana came up behind her son and wrapped her arms around him hugging him close as he was reaching up to pull the cereal from the closet. Her nipples pushed into his back. He was tall enough for her to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Well a bit more horny now thanks to you,” Matt placed the box on the counter and rested his hands on either side next to it.

Diana looked down at her chest pressed against her son’s back and jumped back. “Oops, what can I tell you, the girls have a mind of their own some times.”

Matt turned to look at Diana’s full breasts with their pink nipples. “So I keep hearing. You just got up; why are they hard already?”

“Oh just some creative toweling after my shower.”

She rubbed her palms across her nipples.

“You are in a grand mood this early in the morning; what’s up?”

“Hey it’s a beautiful day, and I have a list of things for us to do around the house to gear up for spring which should be coming before we know it.”

Diana was a sun bunny and had always loved anything to do with the sun and generally hibernated through the winter.

Matt gave a mock groan “Yeah like in a month and a half. How big a list?”

“Just some tightening, hammering, wiping, storing away and …” Diana trailed off as she watched the growing look of desperation on Matt’s face.

“Well, did you have any other plans today?”

Hesitantly came the “No not really.”

“Well alright then how about I let you assign the jobs between us, that way you can give me the jobs with the maximum wiggle potential?” to emphasize her point Diana shook her shoulders which caused a side to side sway of the rounded orbs on her chest.

“Hey the more you wiggle the less you can blame me for not getting anything done, remember” Matt pointed an accusing finger at the swaying breasts.

“So what will get me the most work out of you?” Diana asked exasperated.

“You expect me to think on an empty stomach? You do have spring fever – it’s clouded your judgment.”

Diana reached around and grabbed the cereal box and put it back in the cupboard. Again a breast pushed into Matt, the nipple poking his side.

“Tell you what; I’ll make pancakes so you can get a preview of the wiggle to come.”

Matt laughed and sat at the table “Wiggle away oh naked one.”

While Diana bent down to get the griddle out of the bottom cabinet she shook her butt as she said “wiggle, wiggle.”

Later, after much flipping and wiggling, the two sat to a hearty Sunday breakfast.

“So oh mighty muscular man of the house are you willing to help your poor old naked mother?”

“You know how a naked girl motivates me.”

Matt smiled at the sexy chuckle that came from his mother’s lips.

“So did you parade around the house naked for dad?”

“Not like this, but after certain bouts, one of which created you of course, we would dispense with getting redressed for the evening, or afternoon, or morning.” Diana smiled at the memory.

“So you guys were pretty wild huh?”

“I don’t think we were that outlandish. No worse than the rest of the neighborhood back then. We were in love, open-minded and loved to have fun.”

“So anal sex, masturbation performances, and talk of threesomes are pretty normal” Matt smirked as he held up his fingers and counted off, “am I missing any thing?”

Diana pointed a finger at her son, “Hey, the threesome was strictly fantasy material. I couldn’t help it if your father was an ass man. And besides, you are waaaaay too familiar with your mother’s ancient sex life, Buster. And Mr. Smarty pants, you forgot the quick surprise public flashes, creative use of the girls, and the photography sessions besides other things that I am not the kind of girl to dabble in and tell about, especially to a horny eighteen-year-old.” She stuck her tongue out at her son.

Matt’s eyes lit up as he pondered the new found knowledge.

“I know what will motivate me for a day of cruel slave labor.”

“Oh I can hardly wait to hear this one.”

“Now don’t get mad at me…”

Diana cut him off “You know you say that a lot lately.”

“Hey I’m horny; you’re naked; what do you expect?”

“Good point. So what form of debauchery has your twisted mind come up with that will stay within the boundaries?”

“Well, apparently, it’s nothing that you haven’t already done and only a little stretch past what we’ve done but yet, yes, it is still within the boundaries, oh cruel law enforcement officer.”

“Alright I’ll be daring. If I’ve done it and it stays within the boundaries I’ll do it. Oh crap, I don’t like the way your eyes just lit up.”

“Well, remember how I said not to get mad and remember how I am always horny and even though I have as you say a twisted mind you have enlightened me to things I never even knew where possible. And now I am going nuts with curiosity!”

“This lead up doesn’t bode well.”

“Okay here goes,” Matt’s eyes dropped to the table and he rushed on “I really escort blog want to see what anal sex looks like.”

Diana squeaked.

“WHAT!?! And just how is that not completely breaking the boundaries? You’d be touching me in places no son should ever touch.”

“No, no. Not with me,” Matt scrambled to explain.

Diana squeaked again, “What do you want me to do – grab some guy off the street – ‘excuse me sir will you have anal sex with me so I can satisfy my son’s curiosity’?!?”

“What? No, no. With your penis thing.”

“My penis thing? Oh that. With you watching? Why don’t you use the damned Internet like everyone else instead of your own mother?”

“Internet porn? That’s so phony.”

“I can’t believe you want to watch me use my vibrator on my own butt.”

“Actually, uh I’d really like to uh take some pictures.”

Diana’s mouth dropped wide open and she spluttered.

“Hey, you’ve done it with Dad; I’m not touching you; don’t hit me!”

Diana’s eyes were glazed as she shook her head “I’ve created a sex fiend. I don’t know what to think. Sure, it’s kind of within the boundaries but wow are we crossing some huge territory. If I say I have to think about it do I lose my work mate for the day?”

Matt figured it was time to get out of the room while he was still alive. “Even when you say no of course I’ll help you. I am actually relieved that you didn’t throw a plate at me or something. Just call me when you’re ready to work.”

Matt got up to fire up his computer for some quick play before his day was shot.

As Diana got up to think and clean up the kitchen once again the butterflies were swirling in her now full stomach.

When she finished she went into her room and sat on her bed still thinking. Shoving a seven-inch rubber penis into her own ass was not something a normal mother should do in front of her own son. Let alone the added element of him talking pictures as a record of the event. Diana wasn’t worried about what he would do with the photos. His honesty and discretion with the deal had earned her trust. The act however was practically full bore extremely kinky sex regardless of his lack of physical participation.

She really didn’t want to upset him. So what could she offer as a worthy substitute that stayed within the boundaries and didn’t simulate sex. Use the girls on him – too much contact. Let him take posed pictures sans dildo – surely not equal enough for his apparently twisted tastes. She had already masturbated in front of him, twice actually and even once with the dildo.

So much for no simulated sex she realized. She even had stuck her own finger in her ass during the last session. No wonder he was becoming an anal freak. She thought back to that very morning when she got the griddle out of the cabinet wiggling her ass at Matt. Way to pour some gasoline on that fire girl. She thought she had heard him groan. Boy was he just like his father.

She thought about all the anal bouts with David and felt a tingling in her backside.

She also thought about when Matt watched her have one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She remembered with a twinge of guilt that it was Matt’s name not David’s that came out of her lips.

While she really didn’t believe she was substituting Matt for his father, she had to admit the sexual buzz around the house since she dropped her clothes was a lot like her incredible time with David. And she now realized that she had missed that a lot.

She could think back to intimate times with David now without getting choked up. Crazy times. Wonderful times.

David hated to shop. So to make the experience bearable for him they had invented a simple game; while shopping David would challenge Diana to do five things and if she wouldn’t do one David won. If she did them all or couldn’t do one then she won. Sex forfeits were always the prize.

“Gee Di, if you’re so cold in the freezer section, maybe you should warm it up. Put your bra in the freezer,” David smirked waving a hand at the frozen dinner section. Diana pressed behind her through her cotton shirt to unsnap the bra and pulled it through an arm hole and then the other one. As David held the door open Diana tossed the garment in.

“You owe me a new bra, babe,” she turned and started to walk away.

“Mmm, mmm. Look at those hot buns. I think the panties need to go in the bakery department next.”

Diana stopped and looked over her shoulder, her long pony tail waved across the bottom of her spine “Is that a request or a challenge, sir?”

“What, worried the bakery is a little exposed for your exposure? Oh, it is a challenge babe.”

Diana stared at him eyes aglow as a smirk spread on her face.

“I’m sorry sir. This establishment only serves the freshest goods open to the fresh air.” As she walked away she flipped her short skirt up to reveal her panty-less ass. “Game, set, match to me lover boy,” Di called as she wiggled her butt before dropping the skirt and skipping around the corner of the gaziantep escort blogu aisle.

Hearing a commotion David turned to see a glaze-eyed smiling elderly gentleman getting punched in the arm by an angry looking old woman. David was stunned; Di had to have known that they were there. David sheepishly smiled, waved and ran pushing the half full cart after the sound of his wife’s laughter.

Diana smiled as she smoothed the folds on the comforter on her bed.

Eight years with no sex and I awaken a deranged sex fiend myself she thought. She never realized before how much she had changed since David’s death.

Well, David was a great, normal guy even with an anal obsession; it probably wouldn’t kill Matthew.

She decided to stop thinking so much and get back to living life to the fullest. Sadly, David’s death proved you never knew how long you had.

Shaking her head, she went into her bathroom and got a bottle of lotion. Next she went over to her dresser and found the digital camera in her purse and reached into her underwear drawer where right on the top lay her old rubber little friend that she had been getting reacquainted with quite often lately truth to be told.

She sat on her bed and thought about the whiskey bottle in the kitchen cabinet before deciding to forget it.

“I’m ready for you Matt.”

“Give me a second” came his answer.

She felt the pounding of her heart in her chest as she heard his door open and momentarily he stepped into her open door.

“What’s first on the list, oh cruel slave laborer?”

“Here, catch” Diana tossed him her camera as she scooted up onto the bed.

“First, you tell me how you want me.” Diana waved the lotion and penis at him.

“What? What do you mean?” Matt’s eyes bulged out.

“Lying on my back or on my hands and knees for example.”

“You mean there’s more than one way?”

“Oh no; I seem to get in trouble when I share my knowledge with you. On my back.” Diana laid flat, raised her legs to her chest, pushed her butt off the bed and opened her legs in a very unmotherly way. “Or on my hands and knees” Diana rolled over and got on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. A little of her auburn hair from her short pixie hairstyle covered her eye giving her an even more sexy look to the excited teenager.

“Ah that way is fine.” Matt looked down at the small red camera in his hands. Not believing his luck he added “Now when we’re done I can download these to my computer, right?”

She kept her hair covered eye on him as her hand started to open the lotion, and she squeezed some onto her other hand, “Do I need to go over the rules for the very existence of those pictures.”

“Trust me, no one else will ever even know they exist.”

She ran her lotion covered hands around the penis. “You know that there really is no attractive way to do this right?”

“That’s what makes it so cool.”

“So says the one not getting anything shoved up his butt. Look, stuff like this is great between people who love each other and respect and trust each other. Which in a twisted, bizarre way is why it works for us I guess. But you need to remember that women are not pieces of meat or objects solely for your sexual gratification. We are emotional beings with feelings of our own. Always respect that and pay attention to that,” she dropped the dildo and squirted lotion back onto her hand.

“Stop, Mom. Look if you’re saying that you’re not comfortable doing this in any way. Please don’t do it. I never want you to do anything that you don’t want; no matter how much I think it is cool.”

“Thanks Matt. But I really am okay with this, God help me. You know, your hormones didn’t fall far from the tree because I am actually getting pretty worked up over this in a very, very good way.” The last almost purred out from Diana.

Matt could see that her face was turning a vibrant shade of scarlet. Again a hair covered eye peeked out at him as she spoke “Normally, the guy helps with the lubrication process; but that is so not happening buster. So that means your mother is about to stick her own fingers into her butt in order to spread lotion around – this is so not attractive or ladylike.”

“Does it help if I say that I promise to still respect you in the morning?”

Diana snorted a chuckle.

Matt watched as Diana indeed brought her hand around her back and slowly pushed a finger into her anus. She moved it around before bringing her other hand with the bottle up to the base of her spine squirting more lotion onto her fingers as she pushed a second finger in. Slowly a third was added before all four fingers were sawing back and forth making a lot of squishy sounds.

“Doesn’t that feel weird or hurt?” Matt asked.

Diana shook her head, her hair waving back and forth close to her face. “Anal is really a matter of preference mostly. It’s really hard to describe. When you first experience it, it can hurt and a lot if not done carefully. When you have gaziantep escort sitesi your own girlfriend and if she is inexperienced you need to progress slowly and with precautions like lots of lotion.’

She smiled at the sight of her eager son nodding his head vigorously from over her bare shoulder.

“Your dad was very much an anal freak so it became a very regular routine of our fun. I honestly quite grew to love it myself. It feels full in an odd, pleasant kind of way. Knowing it brought him so much joy it added to my own pleasure quite a lot. That’s how love between close couples works. It is very mental as well.”

“I love you and knowing it brings you so much pleasure like it did for your father just adds to the positive feeling for me. Trust me, I’m going to enjoy this every bit as much as you. So enough talking, it’s show time.”

Diana pulled her fingers out and brought her hand in front of her to grab the dildo, her thumb flicking the switch on the base. Matt could see her ass still open as a black hole in the middle of a small area of brown next to her soft white skin.

Diana held the tip against the opening. She looked up at her son who stood gaping open mouthed behind her, hands to his side. “Ah excuse me, Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close up.”

“What?”

“Just use the damn camera Sherlock.”

Diana waited until Matt had the camera at his face before she slowly pushed the seven inch shaft into her anus.

“Ung. I am so out of practice. Remember what I told you, when you have anal sex with a girl for the first time, you need to go slowly when you do this as it does feel uncomfortable at first,” Diana said this through clinched teeth. “Without lubrication, it can hurt like hell.”

She paused with half the shaft sticking out of her butt. She could hear the soft click of the camera. She slowly pushed in again until only the black base stuck out.

“We’re going to unh let that sit for a moment.” She wiggled her butt at Matt. She looked at him and watched him as he moved around clicking the camera that remained pointed at her backside.

Finally, her hand pulled then pushed the dildo slowly back and forth. The clicks of the camera came more often now.

“So, enjoying the show, my son with the incredibly perverted imagination?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, well back in the day, your father and I had to use a bigger camera that only took still shots, no video. Don’t even ask how we got the pictures developed until we could afford a Polaroid camera,” Diana said all this as she slowly increased the speed of the plunging fake penis in her ass.

“Video? Shit.”

Diana laughed her throaty laugh as she watched her son fumble with the camera. She laid her head down and started to strongly push the vibrator into her ass. Her breathing started to get raspy and Matt watched as more and more spasms coursed through her body.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh FUCK” Diana screamed and fell onto the bed her whole body shaking. She brought her hands up to rest on either side of her head. As she lay prone the muscles of her ass slowly pushed the dildo up until it oozed out of her ass and rolled off her onto the bed. Matt could see his mother’s flushed asshole clench and open repeatedly.

“Cool,” Matt cooed switching to a zoom setting.

Diana figured what he was excited about “Yuck, Gross.” But the newly released unbridled exhibitionist in her caused her to drag her knees up and push her butt up and spread wide before Matt and the camera. A throaty “Wiggle, wiggle” came from the mass of hair that was all that was visible of her head. After one final wiggle she curled over onto her side, her arm spread across her scarlet breasts, smiling as he switched the camera back to stills and took one final picture.

Her sweat stained face smirked up at her son “You so owe me an entire day of complaint-free work Buster.”

His rapidly retreating form yelled back “Sure Mom, after I finish ahh downloading the pictures.”

She stretched her body out on the bed. Good, that means she could relax a while before another shower and work time.

She saw the humming vibrator next to her. She reached out and grabbed it and held it up flicking it off.

She stared at the fake penis.

She saw herself looking up into the eyes of David above her. Her hands held onto his shoulders as he pushed himself into her, the insides of her legs pressed against the outside of his. She felt the spark of electricity course through her body making her sob, “Oh David.” He held still waiting for her. Finally he gently rolled his hips again moving inside her. She knew instantly what he wanted when he pulled back and out of her leaving a cool flush of air to gush into the void. He held still again as she compressed her stomach rolling her backside toward him. She reached her hand down to guide his hard flesh into her smaller hole before him. With a hissing sigh he glided his flesh into her ass. She wrapped her legs around his ass and her arms around his back and neck drawing herself off the bed and into his very flesh. They both lost all sense of where one stopped and the other began. He pushed and pulled through her body; jabs of tingling electricity again soared through her body crashing into her heart. Push; pull; push; pull. She felt the tremble start in his stomach and race through the rest of his body as his penis spasmed inside of her.

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I was spooned against my mother’s back when I woke up a few hours later. Carol was gone, presumably, back to her own bed. I could feel my limp cock nestled against Mom’s ass. She was breathing evenly, deeply asleep. I had one arm draped over her and she had it pulled snugly against her chest. Even though I was exhausted, the feel of my naked mother, completely relaxed in my arms, made my cock begin to stiffen.

The bedside lamp was still on. I moved as carefully as I could to turn it off but leaning across Mom roused her. She snuggled against me without opening her eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?” she muttered.

I tried not to snicker. She asked so matter-of-factly, as if asking me if I wanted a glass of water. Half asleep, she was tending to her child and accommodating her lover at the same time.

“Later,” I whispered as I snapped off the light and fell back. Mom rolled over and snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest and flattening her tits against my ribs. She draped one of her legs over one of mine and curled it until her thigh was pressing against my balls. She cuddled closer, pressing her pussy against my hip.

“Whenever you want, baby,” she mumbled as she kissed my chest and drifted back to sleep.

She was already up by the time I dragged myself out of bed in the morning. It was early enough that she and Carol should both still be home. I pulled on a t-shirt and the shorts my mother had stripped off me the night before.

The door to Mom’s room was open and I glanced in as I passed. She was standing at her dresser going through her jewelry box. She smiled when she saw me in the mirror.

“Can you snap this for me?” she asked, holding out a bracelet. My throat went dry and my cock was pointing straight up by the time I crossed the room to where she was standing.

She was dressed in a lacy pink bra and matching panties. The satin bra was built more for support than coverage. It cradled her tits without squeezing them, leaving the generous amount of flesh free to move with her every step. The cups were cut so low they barely covered her nipples. I doubted she could bend over without spilling out.

I’d never seen panties like the ones she was wearing. The waistband was sheer lace, probably two inches wide and riding high on her hips. The panties themselves were satin and barely covered her. I could see her ass in the mirror as she turned to face me. The v-shaped fabric covered her trim butt like a bikini. It was much sexier than a thong since it highlighted and accentuated the graceful curve of her backside instead of simply blatantly revealing it. Mom knew the power of leaving something to the imagination. She was an experienced tease.

The most impressive part of the outfit, however, was the garter belt. I’ve never seen a real woman in stockings before. I’ve always thought they were sexy in magazines and videos but to have my own mother standing inches away from me wearing a frilly white garter belt and sheer stockings was breathtaking. Her high heels made the muscles in her legs stand out. Mom’s always had great legs, but seeing them incased in some of the sexiest lingerie on the planet had my cock pounding.

I took the bracelet from her while she pressed her other hand against my chest, offering up her wrist. The scent of her perfume had me reeling. It was difficult to concentrate on closing the clasp while looking down at her tits slowly rising and falling with every breath. Her massaging motions and coy smile didn’t make it any easier.

“You look fantastic,” I muttered, fumbling with the catch. I took my time, in no hurry to end our contact.

“Thank you,” she breathed. “I haven’t worn these things in a long time. The fabric feels so good against my skin. I feel like a sexy little kitten. It’s like I have my own little secret. It’s fun to spend the whole day dressed like this with no one knowing.” With the bracelet finally locked, she dragged her fingernail down my chest. “Except you, of course.”

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling herself tightly against me. “Are you going to be thinking of me today while you’re in class?” she asked softly.

“Absolutely,” I answered. “I probably won’t be able to think of anything else.”

She smiled brightly as she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips against my ear. “I’ll be thinking of you too,” she breathed. She flicked my earlobe with her tongue. “And how I’m going to suck your cock tonight when I get home.”

My knees nearly buckled as she ground her taut belly against my cock. “You better go get some coffee before you make me late for work,” she whispered. She kissed my throat as she settled back on to her heels. “If you don’t get out of here, I’m going to fuck you right now.”

My cock had barely receded as I sat at the kitchen table. Mom walked in dressed for work. She was wearing a green dress that I’d seen a hundred times before. It came to just above her knees but I couldn’t help thinking about the bare thighs that lay above her stockings. There escort bayan gaziantep was something extremely erotic about knowing she was dressed like a lingerie model underneath her conservative work clothes. I wondered how many other women I encountered during the day were doing the same thing. The contrast between the hot babe I’d been cuddling a few minutes ago and the professional woman standing before me was incredible. The people in Mom’s life had no idea who they were dealing with.

“You know,” she said, absently, “something occurred to me while I was getting dressed.

“What’s that?”

“Since I just took my shower, this is the cleanest I’m going to be all day.”

I looked at her stupidly, not understanding what she was driving at. I knew for a fact she usually took another shower every evening after work.

“All of me is the cleanest it’s going to be all day,” she hinted. I still didn’t get it.

She rolled her eyes and lifted the hem of her dress, working her hands underneath it. I could see her garters and stocking tops as she began rocking her hips from side to side. Her panties soon appeared. She worked them down her legs and stepped daintily out of them. She picked them up and began folding them absently.

“If someone wanted to lick any part of me, right now would be a good time to do it,” she said, pointedly.

The light finally dawned. “I do,” I volunteered.

Mom smiled. “You do? What part of your mommy do you want to lick, baby?” She moved to stand beside me. Running her fingers through my hair, she tossed her panties on the table.

Even though my mom had used some pretty graphic language the night before, I wasn’t sure she wanted me to. “Between your legs,” I mumbled.

Mom moaned at the idea. “That’s my pussy, baby. Do you want to lick Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Say it,” she breathed. She bent down, pressing her forehead against mine. She rested her hand on my thigh. “Tell Mommy what you want and you can have it.” She ran her tongue across my lips.

“I want to lick your pussy,” I whispered.

“Ooh,” she sighed. “You want to lick Mommy’s pussy? Do you want Mommy to lie on the table and pull her dress up like a nasty little slut so you can lick her sweet little pussy?” My cock throbbed at her lewd suggestion.

“Yeah, Mom,” I answered, boldly. “Lay down so I can eat your pussy.”

She moaned and slowly stretched one leg across my lap, making sure to drag her stocking across my bare skin. She had her ass resting on the edge of the table with her crotch only inches from my face. “Push my dress up, baby,” she breathed. “Take what you want. Make Mommy your slut.”

I put my hands on her thighs and began working the dress up to her waist. Her pussy was framed by her stockings and garters and glistened with moisture. She leaned back on her elbows as I kissed her milky thigh.

“Oh, baby,” she hissed. “That’s so good. You’re making Mommy so hot.”

I ran my tongue up her thigh to her hip and kissed it gently. “You smell so good, Mom,” I breathed. “Your pussy smells like roses.” She had teased me with her questions last night. Now it was my turn. “Do you want me to lick your pussy, Mommy?” I moved my lips closer and gave her another light, teasing kiss, making small circles with my tongue.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “Yes, baby. Mommy wants you to lick her little pussy.” Her breathing was becoming ragged. “I was thinking about you when I washed it this morning. I was thinking how good it would feel to have my baby lick my hot pussy.”

I moved my hand further up her thigh, squeezing it tightly. “Did you like having my cock in your pussy last night?”

It dawned on me why my mother had been asking me the same kind of questions last night. The verbal foreplay was every bit as stimulating as the physical. My words were having as much of an effect on her as hers had on me the night before. The anticipation was as delicious as the act. The fact that we were mother and son only made it more exciting.

“Did you like the way I fucked you last night?” I asked, growing bolder. “Did you like having your little boy’s cock inside you?” I felt her shudder as I called myself her little boy.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Only you’re no little boy. You’re Mommy’s man now. You’re Mommy’s lover. I loved having your cock inside me. I love the way my baby fucked me with his big, hard cock.” She laced her fingers in my hair. “Please, baby. Please lick Mommy’s pussy.”

“All right, Mommy,” I answered, letting my breath play across her lips. “I’ll eat your pussy like a good boy. I want to taste my mommy’s juices. Is your pussy wet?”

Mom had one hand on her tits, squeezing her nipples through her dress. “It’s so wet, baby. You’ve got Mommy all wet.”

I slid my tongue through her sparse patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She had only a thin strip of hair directly above her slit. I kissed one side of her mound and then the other before flicking bayan gaziantep escort my tongue across the lips, barely grazing them. She grunted at my teasing touch.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Please, baby. Mommy will do anything you want. Just please lick my pussy.”

“Oh,” I chuckled. “Anything? You’ll be a slutty mommy? Will you wear sexy things for me everyday? You’ll be my sexy little kitten?”

“Yes, baby. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your slut. I’ll be your little fuck toy.”

I pressed my lips against her labia and moaned, sending vibrations through her. “What a good Mommy you are,” I breathed, kissing her pussy. “You smell so good and you taste so good.” I licked lightly at her lips. “You’re so wet, Mommy. You’re pussy tastes like honey.”

I stiffened my tongue and slid it up her slit, just letting it flick her stiffening clitoris. I felt her fingers clinch in my hair as she tried to pull me tighter. “Oh, God,” she groaned. “Lick me, sweetheart. Lick Mommy’s little pussy. You’re making Mommy feel so good, baby. Please put your tongue in Mommy’s pussy.”

I let my tongue slide between her throbbing lips. “Does Mommy want her little boy to fuck her with his tongue?” I held my head still while I teased her. She was beginning to writhe on the table.

“Should I stick my tongue in your pussy, Mommy?” I asked her between kisses. “Do you want to feel my tongue slipping in and out of your pussy?” Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth over her mound while I drove my tongue deeper. I could feel her clit pounding. Mom was gasping for breath as I lapped at her dripping pussy.

“Watch me Mom. Look at your baby licking your hot pussy. Do you like the way your son eats you? Do you like having your pussy in my mouth?”

“Yes, baby,” she panted. “That’s it. Stick your tongue in Mommy’s pussy and lick it. Make Mommy your slut, baby. You’re so good to me. You treat me just like I want. Use me, baby. You make me feel so sexy. Make Mommy your sexy little toy.” She was grinding her pussy against my face as I moved my lips to her clitoris and began sucking it.

I slid both thumbs to the edges of her pussy and pulled it open while continuing to caress her thighs. “Your pussy’s so sweet,” I muttered. “I love the taste of your Mommy juices.” I drove my tongue deeper and moaned. I could feel the vibrations traveling through her.

“Cum for me, Mommy,” I breathed. “Let me see my slutty Mommy cumming.” I bit her clit lightly and then slathered it with my tongue. She began shuddering.

“That’s it Mommy,” I breathed, lapping at her clit. “Cum for your little boy. I want to see my mommy cumming while I lick her hot little pussy.” I took her clitoris between my teeth for a moment, causing her to gasp. “You taste so good. Your pussy is so sweet. I want to lick it everyday,” I groaned.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’m cumming, baby. You’re making Mommy cum with your tongue. You’re such a good lover, baby. You’re more than Mommy can stand. Oh, God.”

She fell backwards on the table shivering. Her entire body flinched and contracted as her orgasm thundered through her. She was writhing so hard I thought she was going to throw herself off the table.

It took her more than a minute to get her breath back. I continued licking, kissing and stroking her thighs as she panted and moaned. I worked my hands underneath her and gave her firm butt a loving squeeze. She finally pushed me back and sat up again. Her eyes were glazed.

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “That was so intense. Where did you learn to treat a woman like that? I can’t believe how good you are.” She leaned forward and took my smiling face in both hands. “You’re such a good lover,” she breathed as she kissed me lightly, tasting her pussy juice on my lips. “You made Mommy very happy but I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a few minutes.”

We sat, smiling happily at each other, while she got her strength back. Gentle kisses accompanied her recovery. When she was finally able to stand up she made a show of putting her panties back on, turning her back to me and pulling them tight against her smooth ass. She pressed her hand firmly against the front of them and moaned before lowering her skirt and smoothing it against her legs.

“Let me suck your cock, baby,” she breathed, pushing my legs apart and stroking my hard on.

“You’ll be late for work,” I answered, arrogantly.

“I don’t care.” She sank to her knees and began tugging at my waistband. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to feel it in my mouth.”

Having realized the joy of teasing and the thrill of anticipation, I decided to use my newfound power, even though my cock was pounding. “It will feel even better tonight,” I answered, pushing her hand away. “I want you to be good and hungry when you get home.”

Mom groaned. “Please, baby,” she begged. “Just let me make you cum. I want to taste it. Don’t you want to fuck Mommy’s mouth?”

“Tonight,” I answered.

She gaziantep bayan escort made a face as she stood up. “You’re so mean,” she pouted. “Now I’m going to be thinking about my baby’s cock all day and how much I want it. You’re going to make your mommy have wet panties all day.” She gave me one more kiss before turning away.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her little girl petulance.

“Where’s Carol?” I asked, trying to keep from jumping my mom where she stood.

“She left early.” Mom rummaged in her purse, looking for her keys. “She’s having a hard time with all of this. She’s embarrassed and frustrated.

“She still thinks it’s just a matter of willpower. She’s like an alcoholic who hasn’t admitted yet that she doesn’t have any control over her disease.”

This was my heaviest class day. That’s probably fortunate since it kept me so busy I didn’t have time to obsess about my mother and sister. The drudgery of yet another lecture was interrupted in the afternoon when Mom sent a picture of herself from the waist down to my cell phone. She was sitting on the edge of a desk with her legs crossed. There was just a hint of her stocking top showing.

The guy sitting next to me in class saw it and asked who she was. “My mo… girlfriend,” I answered.

“Lucky bastard,” he grunted and went back to taking notes.

Didn’t I know it.

I was surprised to find Carol fuming on the couch when I got home after class. She was still wearing the denim skirt and tank top that I assumed she’d worn to school. Having seen Mom in stockings this morning, I guessed my sister was wearing pantyhose since the skirt was too short to cover any garters, especially when she had her legs crossed like now. She was kicking the top leg a mile a minute causing the muscles in her thigh to contract and relax. She had her arms folded under her boobs, pressing them upward.

“We need to talk,” she snapped. She was clearly pissed. I wasn’t sure why.

“Okay.” I tossed my keys into the bowl by the door and sat down next to her. She shifted away from me. “What’s the matter?”

Her eyes blazed. “You know damn well what the matter is.”

I wasn’t about to fall for that one. “Sorry. I can’t read minds.”

“You keep fucking me.”

“You keep asking me to.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to. How am I supposed to get over this if you keep fucking me?”

“Mom says you’re not going to get over it.”

“Not if you keep fucking me. I need to stop cold turkey.”

“So stop.”

We were practically nose-to-nose. I couldn’t believe I was arguing with her about her begging me to fuck her. The anger that had been fueling her suddenly ran out. She collapsed into tears.

“I can’t,” she sobbed. She leaned into me, pressing her face against my shoulder.

“I can’t stand it,” she moaned. “It’s all I think about. I fight it as hard as I can but then I break down.” She sat up, wiping her eyes. “It’s like trying to will yourself not to blink. You can do it for a little while but sooner or later you’re going to have to give in and you know it.

“It gets so bad that I have to do something. I keep playing with myself, hoping that if I make myself cum I’ll stop thinking about it. But it doesn’t work. It just makes it worse. What am I going to do?” she sobbed.

I didn’t want to see my little sister in tears, but I didn’t know how to help her. She buried her face in my shoulder while I stroked her hair and tried to comfort her. “Why don’t you get another boyfriend? I’m sure there are lots of guys in school who want to take you out.”

“Don’t you think I’ve thought of that?” she sniffed, slapping my shoulder. “I’m horny, not stupid.”

“So?”

“It’s not the same.”

“The same as what?” I was genuinely confused. It seemed like a simple enough solution to me.

Carol hesitated. She at up and dabbed her eyes before lowering her head. I felt like we were finally getting to what was really bothering her.

“It’s not the same as with you,” she mumbled.

Of all the answers she could have given, that was the one I least expected.

“Even when I’m with another guy, I’m thinking of you,” she muttered. “It’s not right for a girl to think of her brother that way.” She finally looked up at me and shrugged. Her eyes were red and still teary.

“You’re the one I want to be with and that’s wrong. I fantasize about fucking you and that drives me crazy. Then, when I finally give in and do it, I feel guilty. Then, a day later I’m right back to wanting to fuck you again. Mom was right. I have to fuck. But you’re the only one I want to fuck and that’s killing me.”

I didn’t know how to respond. She had a point. What we had done, at least in our culture, is taboo. Mom and I had managed to get over society’s restrictions but, clearly, Carol hadn’t. I don’t know if we were more pragmatic than her and saw a happy solution to a physical problem or if we were just more perverse.

“When I came downstairs naked the other night, don’t you think I knew what I was doing?” Carol asked. “Why do you think I was so out of control? It wasn’t because I missed Dave. It was because I wanted you and it was driving me crazy. I keep wanting the one man in the world that I can’t have. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. I still do. That’s why I’m mad. There are thousands of guys out there that I could fuck. Why are you the only one I want?”

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When Casey awoke, she instantly realised she was naked, and groped around automatically for a gown or her pyjamas. Then she remembered that wasn’t allowed today. She had to stay naked until tomorrow evening. She rolled over to find Greg was still where she left him the night before. She watched him sleeping and enjoyed having a cover over her body for what might be the last time for the next two days.She looked at her phone and saw it was just on seven a.m. Dammit. If they were going to leave by seven-thirty it was time to get moving, and fast.Casey couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with it, but she also knew she didn’t have the choice not to. That would have far worse consequences than a few strangers seeing her naked. She felt so odd being nude right now even in her own house. What would it be like outside amongst fully clothed people going about their business? She also realised Greg hadn’t got a good look at her yet, and he might be revolted seeing what she actually looked like in the light of day.Time to wake him up.She rolled over onto her stomach to try to delay letting him see her body and her ghastly protruding labia minora just a little longer and started pushing him in the shoulder.“Wake up, sleepy head. Gotta get going. What do you want for breakfast?”Greg opened his eyes and took stock of his surroundings for a few moments. Then he smiled and pulled Casey close to him and began kissing her.“Eww dragon breath!” Casey protested, feigning disgust. “Okay, I’m gonna take a shower. Then I suggest you do. We need to get going if we want to beat the crowds.”“Yeah, that’s fine. I can be ready in about ten minutes. Oh crap, I better text my mum to let her know I’m okay.”“You can do that?” asked Casey. “My mum would have me drawn and quartered if I didn’t go home one night and didn’t tell her where I was.””Yeah, it’s not unusual for me to stay out, and she’s used to me. I may technically still be in high school, but I’m an adult now that I’m getting my diploma,” he explained. “Now, let’s have a look at my cute little nudist.””No!” Casey protested, and then ran out of the room before he could grab her and see her clearly. Remembering the stubble problem caused by her fair skin and rapidly growing dark hair, she wanted the chance to at least shower and shave again before that happened. If she had to have a shaved pussy, she didn’t want it to look untidy like she didn’t care about her appearance.She locked the bathroom door behind her so he couldn’t follow, and then took care of business. Afterwards, she went to wrap a towel around her body and then realised she was being silly and hung it up again.When she got to her room, she discovered Greg wasn’t there anymore. She assumed he must have gone downstairs already, so she took a deep breath and headed down to find him.Oh my God, I feel so weird walking around naked. What’s it going to be like when I walk outside like this?“Did you find the coffee and something to eat?” she asked, trying to appear as normal as possible.“I found the coffee. Not sure where the cornflakes are yet,” Greg replied, trying his best not to stare at the naked girl in the room with him.“Top shelf. Pantry,” Casey pointed out to him.Greg looked where she pointed in an effort to be polite and try to look at something other than her. Her beauty literally took his breath away and he so desperately wanted to drink it in, but he didn’t want to do anything that might make him seem escort bayan anything less than a gentleman.Casey went over near him to make herself a coffee too.“We better put that tattoo on too,” Greg reminded her.“Oh shit, yes,” Casey responded. “I almost forgot. I’ll go get it.”My head is such a mess! Imagine if I walked out of here without that!They quickly read the instructions on the back which said to wet it first. Casey held her arm out on the table while Greg applied it and held it down, then peeled off the backing paper and they checked it out.“Well, I couldn’t pick that from the real deal,” Greg decided.“We better hope not, or this day is going to get a lot more interesting than I expected, real fast,” Casey replied.“You’ll be fine. If it comes to it, I’ll bust you out of the hands of any cops and do a runner with you.”Casey laughed.“Okay, do you need a shower?” Casey asked.“Yeah, I s’pose. I’ll just be a minute.”Casey used the time Greg was in the shower to put the money, the shopping list, and her phone into a small purse, and then slipped on a pair of fairly new runners with some anklet socks. Being naked was one thing. Standing on broken glass or spilled substances was quite another. She felt sure the blackmailer would be okay with it. It wasn’t like she was covering anything important, which she felt was the main point of the exercise for him. He wanted to humiliate her because it gave him a boner, and she was determined not to let him see her react that way. She then took a moment to take some big breaths to try to calm her racing heart. She checked and rechecked the tattoo and looked out the window at least a dozen times to see if any neighbours might be about. She was pleased to see that her street seemed to be still asleep, and hoped Greg hurried up before that changed.Ding.“selfie”Jesus, already?She quickly took the shot and texted it back.Ding.“What time are you leaving?”Why does he care as long as I get it done?“Very soon.”Greg reappeared dressed in his clothes from the day before, and with wet uncombed hair. Casey thought it must be great to be a guy. A five-minute shower and they were good to go, without spending ages with a hairdryer and a makeup case.He hasn’t even dried himself properly. Eww!“Ok let’s do this!” Casey announced, breathing in and out deeply one last time as she mustered all her strength to step out through the door.“Yes, let’s do it!” Greg repeated reassuringly. He was amazed his date could be doing a thing like this. He’d never known a girl like her.Once outside, she nervously looked up and down the street to make sure no one was looking. If she thought it felt strange to walk around inside her house naked, it didn’t hold a candle to this. She practically ran to Greg’s car but then to her horror found it was locked. She frantically looked back at Greg and briefly considered running back to the relative safety of the house.“Oh, sorry,” Greg responded as he reached into his pocket and hit the car’s remote control.Casey had the passenger door open the moment the alarm chirped. She quickly sat inside and closed the door again before breathing a sigh of relief. However, after feeling the upholstery on her bare buttocks, she remembered the involuntary response that humiliation tended to induce in her nether regions and being naked in this boy’s car on her way to being nude in public was humiliating beyond anything she’d ever experienced.Oh escort bayanlar my God, I’ll probably leave a wet patch on his seat! Fuck!“Hold on a moment,” she instructed as she reluctantly opened the car door again and ran back to the house.Greg looked on amused as she quickly ducked back inside to grab a towel which she laid on her seat.“Okay, let’s go!” Casey directed as she sat back down and buckled up.The engine rumbled to life, and they were soon on the motorway to Stocksgate.“So where are we going?” Greg asked.Casey pulled out the shopping list with the address.“Um… it’s a chain supermarket inside a place called Southern Meadows Shopping Centre. Grey Street towards the southern end,” Casey replied.“I think I know the place,” Greg responded. “Well, I know where Grey Street is anyway. I’m sure we’ll find it from there.”“You don’t want me to look it up on MAPS for you?”“Nah, we’ll be fine.”Casey tried to take her mind off what she was about to do and instead thought about having sex with Greg the night before.I’m a woman now! Oh my God, he sucked my labia. How embarrassing! Although, if he sucked them, then he can’t have been too disgusted, right? And he didn’t bolt this morning after seeing me in the light of day…She tried to find a subtle way to ask him, but then decided she’d just come straight out with it.“Um… Greg…”“Yes, Casey?”“Last night… Um… When you went down on me. You didn’t notice anything unusual about me?”“What do you mean, Casey?”“Um… Like I have a lot more going on down there than most girls have?”“Oh. Err… Um… I think I know what you mean. No. Let me put it to you like this. We live in the age of the Internet, and a young man gets the opportunity to see naked ladies in all shapes, sizes, and colours. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. I kinda like it in fact. Kind of a lot in fact. I don’t suppose you’d mind pulling over for a while? I got kind of an uncomfortable stirring going on right now with a beautiful naked girl in my car talking about me eating her beautiful pussy.”Casey gently slapped him and smiled.Well, at least he does seem to like it, assuming he’s telling the truth and isn’t just being polite, or that most other people wouldn’t still think I’m a total freak show.Eventually, they arrived on Grey Street and were looking for the Southern Meadows sign. Once it came into view and they drove into the car park, Greg found a spot close to the supermarket section where she wouldn’t have far to walk to the entry. He turned off the engine and Casey suddenly found she couldn’t move her legs. She was naked, in a car, miles from home. Could this really be happening? Could she actually be about to step outside and walk across the car park, and then in through the front door? It was just past eight-thirty p.m. and there were already a lot of people about. Old people, young people, mothers with children. Children! And all of them were about to see her naked with a shaved pussy and her dangly labia on full display!C’mon Casey. Just get it done! Remember you’re a registered nudist with the tattoo and everything as far as anyone knows. Just walk like you’re not doing anything out of the ordinary. Don’t try to cover anything. Just act normal and walk!Greg came around to her door, opened it and held out his hand like a gentleman. Casey still wasn’t ready, but she took his hand and allowed him to lift her out into the bayan escort sunlight. To say she felt nervous would be an understatement. Her eyes looked around in a mad panic as she felt heat flushing her cheeks. Her knees threatened to give out and she put her hand on the roof of the car to steady herself.What the fuck is wrong with me? This won’t do. The only way I’m going to get through this is to be practical. I’m here for a reason. I have a job to do. Shopping has to be done. Things have to be put into the trolley and paid for. That’s what I’m here for. Don’t think about being naked. Put that out of your mind, Casey. You’re registered. You’re legal. People expect you to be comfortable with it so make sure that’s what they see. Just get this done.Suddenly she remembered it had to be recorded, so she got out her phone and handed it to Greg.“Ok Okay record me. I want everything. Good and bad. Don’t miss a thing,” she instructed.“Your wish is my command, milady,” he replied, smiling reassuringly.Casey took a deep breath.“Okay, let’s do this!”And with that, she closed the door behind her and stepped out into the open car park.She took the first few steps. No one had noticed her so far. Hopefully, it stayed that way. Another few steps and she’d made it almost halfway to the door, but then she could see that some people off to her right had stopped to stare.That’s okay, Casey. This was going to happen. Just keep going and get this over with.She made it to the automatic doors, and they opened, but then she heard a clicking noise behind her. She turned around to look for its source and came face to face with a man staring openly at her and taking pictures with his phone!“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “A real-life nudist, and a pretty one at that. We don’t see that sort of thing around here very often.”“I should hope not!” a woman added, probably his wife, who then physically began pushing the man away. He was unable to take his eyes off the pretty naked girl in front of him as he reluctantly ceded to his wife’s goading.“Excuse me,” came another male voice behind her.Casey turned and it was a security guard! White-faced and unable to speak, she could only hold up her tattooed wrist to show him.“Sorry, ma’am. As you were.”The tattoo had passed! One problem down.Now Casey needed a trolley. She found the trolley corral and put her purse into one as she was instructed to do, and then pulled out the shopping list.Let’s see now. A banana, a carrot, a cucumber, some cereal, a loaf of bread, some salsa, a bag of boiled lollies, a frozen pizza, a small carton of milk, some chicken wings, a bottle of coke. This stuff is all over the place! I’ll have to go down every aisle!With her mind spinning with what she was doing, she surveyed the shop layout and set off to find the items. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Greg filming her.For God’s sake, don’t miss anything, Greg. The last thing I need is to piss this guy off after going through all this.Everything felt surreal. She almost felt like she was watching herself from somewhere far away. She tried hard to project forward to when she would be back in Greg’s car again. Even better, back at home. Even better than that, back at home wearing clothes again like a normal person.Robotically, she continued collecting the items and putting them in the trolley, all the while conscious of the people stopping and staring at her with stunned expressions and gaping mouths all around.“Why doesn’t she have any clothes on, Mummy?”“Not very buxom, is she? No pubes either. Is she old enough to be doing this?”“That is one of the most perfect asses I have ever seen.”“Should someone tell her she seems to have forgotten something?”“Good for you, love. More young ladies could take a page out of your book.”

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A fictional account, but inspired by a girl I once knew who lived a very different life to ‘the norm’.

All characters are over eighteen.

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My lover arrived at 2pm, she was greeted by my wife with a kiss on the cheek and then my wife left. She uses these occasions to go visit with our son or one of our daughters, leaving me to have my ‘private time’.

After my wife went through the menopause she was a slightly changed lady, she still enjoyed our sex life together but her needs and likes and dislikes had altered, she sometimes complained of pain. Before her menopause my wife enjoyed sex three or more times a week, and there were very few restrictions on what we did, nowadays she enjoys vanilla sex about once a month, she likes and needs no more.

After a year or so of that situation we mutually agreed that I was in need of more than she was happy or willing to give, so we agreed on a lover. The arrangement was simple, every couple of weeks or so, at a time convenient to all, my wife would go out and I was free to fulfil my every whim and desire as long as I withheld nothing about my relationship with my lover from her. It had worked out very well, we were all very happy.

I am sixty years old, my lover thirty six, she does everything my wife used to do, and more. She is young, beautiful and very, very willing.

I had taken my Viagra pill before my wife left, in fact she had reminded me to take it, I had a shower and slowly masturbated as my lover took a bath. My lover likes to take a bath when she visits me , often calling to me to ‘scrub her back’. She did so on this occasion, and as I entered the bathroom my now totally erect cock stuck out from my bathrobe.

“Mmm, I like the look of that!”

Opening my bathrobe fully I showed off my seven inch penis, not the super stud size you see in porn films but plenty big enough to satisfy my young lover.

The smile on her face followed by her open mouth indicated what she wanted, I leant forwards and she took me into her gaping mouth.

I love this, she licks and sucks me as she arches her back a little to raise herself up out of the water so that I can observe her rubbing herself, masturbating for my benefit.

This is something we both enjoy, watching each other masturbating, and often doing it to each other, the intimacy is what seems to excite us both, doing something normally so private is a huge turn on for both of us.

When I get the first feeling of an impending orgasm I pull back, it wouldn’t do to come too soon, the afternoon is just getting started.

I leave the bathroom as I am told to “Give me five minutes” and go along to the living room to wait.

As I sit and wait I ponder on my life, what did I ever do so right to deserve the life I now had, a loving wife and family and a young lover who for all intents and purposes knew no boundaries when it came to having sex with me. What’s more my wife approves and encourages my actions. I am a lucky man.

I hear my lover call, I go along to my bedroom and enter.

She is waiting for me, sat on the bed wearing a one piece lace body suit. She lays back on the bed and I drop my robe to the floor as I approach, she lifts and opens her legs.

I see that she has laid out several towels and is lying on them, always thinking ahead, she is a planner, wouldn’t want to mark the bedding!

“Eat me, lick my cunt, drink my juice!”

She knows I like this dirty talk, not all the time, but there is a time and a place, that time and place is now.

I gently rub her knees and the insides of her stocking covered legs, black stay up stockings and four inch stiletto heels, my favorites. I escort sitesi stand in front of her as she raises her knees and opens wide for me. The sight of her mostly shaven sex, just hidden by the gusset of the body suit is a massive turn on for me, I feel myself get even harder.

Pulling the gusset to one side my lover uses the other hand to massage her sex, I can clearly see the slickness of her moist opening, beckoning me to taste her nectar. I resist the temptation and slowly masturbate. I am proud of the size of my penis, I am at least an inch bigger than I used to be before starting to take Viagra. I am as hard as steel and have more circumference as well.

With my free hand I gently stroke her labia then gently push a finger into her, she hisses as my finger slides deep within her. We both continue to masturbate as my finger slides easily in and out of her soaking vagina. I look at the bed, next to her are laid her toys, a seven inch vibrator and a much smaller G-spot vibrator along with a tube of water based lubricant.

Her long blonde hair and her pale blue eyes along with the red body suit and black stockings and shoes made me once again take stock of my blessings, I am indeed a very lucky man. Unlike my wife with her size ‘A’ cup breasts and her tight petite frame my lover has ‘D’ cup breasts and a taller though no less ‘athletic’ body, and she loves showing it to me. She says that her husband doesn’t appreciate her looking after her body the way she does and doesn’t use her the way she likes to be used, unlike him I love to make her orgasm, as many times as possible. I appreciate every millimeter of her beautiful body.

When my wife and I first came up with the idea of my taking a lover, or ‘fuck buddy’ as my wife suggested, she admitted that it would excite her to know and possibly even witness the fact that I was having sex with another woman. When she admitted that she had talked about such things with her two younger sisters and that one of them had expressed an interest in taking part in such an arrangement I was overwhelmed with feelings of love for my wife of so many years, and her sisters, would they really be willing to go so far for me?

Yes they were, and they had proved it, but I was brought back to the present by the demand to “Lick me!”

I complied, bending down I licked my way up her soaking slit, tasting and savouring the taste of pure sex, sex freely given with no thought of any personal reward other than enjoyment.

I licked and sucked, totally enjoying the taste of her freely running juices, covering as much of her pussy as I could, I couldn’t envelop her whole vagina as she kept on masturbating telling me “more, more!”

I lapped up her juices, licking my way in and out of her luscious hole as she entreated me to suck harder and lick deeper. When she suddenly leaned up and grabbed my head between both her hands and started to shudder I knew she was orgasming, and then I felt her flow hit my tongue as her climax hit her so her nectar hit me. Greedily I drank from her soaking pussy.

As her shuddering decreased I pulled up and away and watched as she continued to slowly rub herself, this time more for her own benefit than for mine. I knew what she would want next so I climbed up on the bed and knelt by her head, offering my cock to her.

While continuing to rub herself with one hand she reached up and grasped my cock with the other and pulled me to her mouth as she raised her head a little. She licked my head and pushed back the bit of foreskin that hadn’t moved back as my cock had enlarged. She had always asked that I not wash too enthusiastically under my gaziantep escort sitesi foreskin

“I want to taste you, not your soap!” She sucked me deep into her mouth, a feat my wife could no longer do since Viagra. I had been surprised by the effects of that medication, longer, harder, and for a longer period of time, even my girth had increased, the factor that now prevented my wife from taking any more than an inch or two into her mouth, it wasn’t that she was unwilling, she just couldn’t physically do it.

My lover however can, and she made murmuring noises as I fucked her mouth, pushing in further and further until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little but pulled me in even deeper anyway.

With my cock deep in her throat she let go of me and reached behind me. Unable to reach what she wanted I leaned back a little and took hold of the seven inch vibrator that I knew she was trying to get. She opened her legs just a little wider and I gently rubbed the pink ‘friend’ over her sex.

I slowly positioned the vibrator and pushed it into her, in and out in time with my manhood as I throat fucked her as well as used her vibrator on her.

Once again I felt the urge to come so pulled out of my lover’s mouth.

Sitting back I watched as my lover reached down and turning the screw end of the vibrator setting it to high intensity. I watched, enraptured as this beautiful woman slowly at first but picking up speed, fucked herself with the vibrator. I reach inside the bodysuit and cupped her D cup breast, eliciting a low groan as I fondled the hard nipple.

With my hand on her breast and her hand ramming the vibrator in and out of herself my lover demanded that I come in her mouth, she wanted to drink my cum. She didn’t need to ask twice.

As she hammered the vibrator into her depths I jacked off in front of her face, her mouth open wide waiting for my inevitable explosion, she wouldn’t want to miss a drop.

I ejaculated, violently. My hot white spurts went straight into her mouth as she raised her head and managed to open even wider. Two, three, long spurts followed by a couple of smaller ones and I told her I was done.

Closing her mouth she swallowed then lifted her head further and took me back in her mouth, using her tongue around my head and sucking me dry. I was softening and pulled back my foreskin to allow her to lick around the head of my penis which she did with gusto. She suddenly pulled away and gave a little squeal.

She orgasmed. Digging the heels of her four inch stilettoes into the bedcovers she arched her back and gave a long loud low moan as her legs seemed to vibrate along with the vibrator deep inside her vagina. With her free hand she grabbed at her breasts, squeezing and nipping them as she now gasped to get her breath.

As she slowed her breathing she turned her head towards me and once again opened her mouth to receive my cock. Still sliding the vibrator slowly in and out of herself she gently sucked on me.

When she had regained her breath she pulled away and murmured “Eat me”.

I threw my leg over her so that we were in the classic 69 position, my cock starting to harden again as I began to throat fuck her, she tilted her head back to allow me to penetrate deeper.

I leant forward and went down on her, the vibrator still deep inside her now soaking pussy. As I lapped up her moisture she seemed to just get wetter and I could hear the little murmurs of appreciation as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and then gently (and not so gently) biting it.

When we both came up for air my young lover gasped “Fuck me now, gaziantep escort bayan sitesi I need you to fuck me!”

I climbed down from the bed and stood in front of her, her legs up and wide open, ready for the finale of our afternoon tryst. I took hold of the pointed heels of her shoes and pushed higher and wider. “Do it now, please, put it in me, fuck me now!”

I looked down at her wide open vagina, a sight I never tire of seeing and a sight she loves to show me. She reaches down and rubs herself with two fingers before using those same fingers to open her labia even wider. “Drill me, put your cock inside me and fill me up!”

I plunged forwards and penetrated deep inside her, my hard cock sliding easily and quickly down inside her soaking passage. My lover gasped as I bottomed out deep within her. I was still stood on the floor and the slapping noises as I thrust in and out of her vagina were loud in my ears.

“Yes, yes, she cried, fuck me hard and deep!”

I crawled up onto the bed on my knees, pushing her legs ever higher. I was now holding her thighs down with my own, her stiletto heels pointing straight up to the ceiling.

I was fucking my young lover straight downwards, trying to drive her down through the mattress, she was more or less doubled up, her knees level with her breasts.

As I pounded down into her she screamed “More, more, harder, harder, fuck my cunt!” She was far from passive, I felt her hips attempting to raise and meet my pelvis as I hammered down into her. Our sex had turned primeval, we were now just fucking out of control, neither of us could have stopped even if we had wanted to. Neither of us did want to, I cannot explain my feelings, my wants, my desires, or hers, all I know is that what we were doing encompassed our whole beings, it was what we were at that moment, nothing else mattered except our mutual lust.

I’m not a moaner myself so I just gritted my teeth as I burst inside her, the head of my cock hitting her cervix as I ejaculated deep inside her. She on the other hand was very noisy as she began to quiver as her climax overtook her. I looked down at her as she spasmed, again and again her body quivered in pleasure and she cried “Yes, Yes!”

Finally I stood back up and watched my cum pour from her as I fought to get my breath. She stayed as she was, slowly lowering her legs and getting her own breath back.

Suddenly she giggled and remarked that she was soaking, and that it was all my fault, which of course it was. “Clean me!” I knew what she would have liked, but drinking the mixture of our combined cum was never a favourite with me, instead I lifted the end of the towel and gently wiped her with it. “Spoil sport!” Sometimes she’s never satisfied.

When she sat up I asked if she had enjoyed herself? “Always, you know that! I think I can manage an hour on Wednesday if you’re up for it.”

Was I up for it? Of course I was, and she knew it.

How are you getting on with that husband of yours, is he still as useless as ever?

“Yeah, and he still wants to have my arse, I just tell him no way!”

She lays back and lifts her legs again.

“Do you want to lick it for me?”

I don’t need to answer as I bend down and lick around her dark little puckered hole, I wet a finger in her vagina and then slide it into her anus, in and out, finger fucking her ass.

“Are you hard enough?”

“No sweetheart, I’m not that young anymore.”

“Oh well, pity, next time then!”

My lover may not allow her husband anal sex but with me there was no such restriction, we have no restrictions and no taboos, anything goes.

After showering together and washing each other’s bodies in the process we both dressed and had coffee. It was time for her to leave and as my lover got into her car my wife drove up and waved to her, she called over to my wife.

“I’ll see you later Mum, give me a ring, I might come over on Wednesday!”

And so my wife and I watched our daughter drive away. I am indeed a lucky man.

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The Locker Room (Part 4)

Kathryn M. Burke

With the onset of the new semester, studying for classwork took precedence over lovemaking. But DeAndre was getting more and more insistent on Camilla reconciling with her sister. It was, in his view, very bad for these siblings to be at loggerheads, and Camilla shouldn’t hold any grudges against her twin.

But although he repeatedly urged his girl to contact Naomi and establish at least some kind of détente, an unexpected meeting on campus turned the trick.

It was a bit surprising that the two women hadn’t run into each other before, but their schedules were actually quite different, so their chance encounter outside the student union took both of them by surprise.

“Hi, Camilla,” Naomi said timidly, fearing a hostile response.

“Hi, Naomi,” Camilla said, feeling not anger but mortification at her own pig-headedness.

“You . . . wanna talk?” Naomi said.

Camilla nodded, and turned right around and went back into the building. It was a cold day in February, and the outdoors was no place for any sort of discussion.

They sat down at an empty table in a coffee shop. At first neither said anything, but both women could see that the other was looking good. Perhaps the wintry day had put a rosy glow in their cheeks, but it was probably other things as well.

“So . . .” Naomi began hesitantly, “you’re with DeAndre Wilkins.”

“Yup,” Camilla said.

“You’re the talk of the college.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah. He—well, everyone thinks the world of him.”

“You know, there’s a lot more to him than just being a football player.”

“I’m sure there is.”

“He’s a real sweetheart.”

“He treats you well?”

“Yes, he does. And I’ve met his dad.”

“His dad? Gee, that’s great!”

“He’s a sweetie pie too.”

They fell silent for a time. Then:

“How—how’s Matt?” Camilla said.

“He’s fine.”

“Does he treat you well?”

“Of course. He always has.”

“That’s good.”

Another silence. Then Naomi said in a rush: “Oh, Camilla, why don’t you come over to our house? Bring DeAndre along—we’d love to meet him.”

“Yeah,” Camilla said wearily, “maybe we’ll do that.”

“You should!” After a pause: “Matt misses you, you know.”

“Does he?”

“Sure, he does! You and he were—”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

“Does, um, DeAndre know—about Matt, I mean?”

“Yes, he does.”

“Good. Well, you should come over for dinner sometime.”

“Sure thing. Are you still doing all the cooking?”

“Yes.”

“Well, maybe we’ll come over early and I can help you cook.”

“That would be great!”

The dinner date was scheduled for Friday night. DeAndre was more than eager to meet Naomi and Matt—more for Camilla’s sake than his own. They did come early, around 5 p.m., and the two sisters retreated to the kitchen while the men got acquainted. It proved to be a wonderful meal of pork chops, roasted potatoes, and string beans, with a store-bought apple pie for dessert.

DeAndre, while participating in the conversation, really acted as a kind of spectator of the interactions between the other three, since he knew that they had formerly been intimate. And he also had to admit that he could hardly take his eyes off Naomi—so similar to his own girl in appearance, but so different in personality (but not quite as different as they used to be, now that Camilla had resolved to be somewhat more “feminine” than before).

As Matt and Naomi were tidying up in the kitchen, DeAndre said, “I’m glad we did this. I’m glad you did this.”

“I know, I know—sisters shouldn’t be at odds with each other.”

“It’s more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

DeAndre peered at her intently. “You and Matt.”

Camilla turned away from his gaze. “What about me and Matt?”

“He cares for you—cares deeply. And you care for him.”

“How can you know that?”

“It doesn’t take a genius, Camilla. Just the way you two look at each other.”

“Hey, we had a relationship once, and we don’t have it anymore. That’s all there is to it.”

“That isn’t all, and you know it.”

“You think I’m still in love with him?” she said, almost outraged.

“I know you are.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Is it?”

“It is!”

“Well, I know he still loves you.”

Camilla’s shoulders slumped escort reklamları from her boyfriend’s intense questioning. “Okay, sure, I have feelings for him. And maybe he has feelings for me. So what?”

“So . . . you should be able to express those feelings. It’s not healthy to bottle them up.”

She stared at him wide-eyed. “What—what are you suggesting?”

“I think you know.”

She looked down at her hands. “You—you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“I guess”—she eyed him askance—”that means you want to cuddle up with Naomi.”

He smiled genially. “I won’t say no. If she wants me.”

“If she wants you? You gotta be kidding! I think she’s been fantasizing about you the moment she saw you!”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do! Believe me: she may seem shy and retiring, but she has a lot of passion under that timid exterior.”

“Well, then, shall we do something about this?”

“You mean right now? Tonight?”

“Why not? We don’t have classes tomorrow. It’s the perfect time.”

“Let me go and talk to them.”

And she got up and stalked, a bit stiffly, into the kitchen. A few words were passed, and from his vantage point DeAndre could see Naomi clap a hand over her mouth at something her sister said, then cast a quick glance toward where he was sitting. In a few moments Camilla had come back to the living room.

“Okay, it’s all set,” she said with a bit of smugness.

The two couples made a pretense of having a bland conversation on general subjects for another hour or so; but by 9 o’clock it was obvious that all four of them were itching to get going in the night’s festivities. Camilla and Matt retired to the master bedroom, while DeAndre and Naomi made do with the ample quarters of the guest bedroom.

The first couple got down to business right away, stripping and engaging in only the most token foreplay before Matt plunged into Camilla’s pussy. They both responded with a kind of muscle memory, as their bodies instinctively recollected the frequent lovemaking of their earlier relationship. Matt thrilled to reacquaint himself with Camilla’s lovely body, so similar and yet so different from Naomi’s. It took two feverish copulations—vaginal and anal—before they settled down for a little chat.

“You know,” Matt began, “I never preferred Naomi to you.”

“I thought you did,” Camilla said. “But I guess it doesn’t matter. I have DeAndre now.”

“I’m sure he’s a lot better boyfriend than I ever was.”

“No way! He’s just different.”

“Well, he’s certainly an impressive physical specimen. And there’s clearly a lot going on in his mind and soul, too.”

“You can say that again.”

Then they resumed their coupling. It was frenetic and gentle at the same time, and there were moments when they just languished with their bodies fused, Matt hardly doing any thrusting, as they gloried in this physical and spiritual reunification.

With Naomi and DeAndre, it was a different story. Even though she led him by the hand into the other bedroom, she stood irresolute as he gazed fondly at her. Her native shyness came out as she contemplated the unprecedented act of joining bodies with a man she’d only just met. And yet, it did seem as if she’d known him for months or years.

DeAndre sensed her indecision, saying, “We don’t have to do this, you know. We don’t have to do anything.”

“No, I want to,” she said, “I really do.”

And so she began calmly, almost resignedly, taking her clothes off, turning her back to him in one final moment of embarrassment, her face turning crimson. DeAndre did the same, and he was finished undressing sooner than Naomi. So when she turned around and saw his member, already quivering with anticipation, she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Omigod!” she cried. “It’s so . . . big.”

“It’s not that much bigger than Matt’s,” he said. “I’m sure you can manage.”

She fell to her knees, almost in an attitude of worship, and took as much of that cock into her mouth as she could. That wasn’t very much, but her small mouth licked and sucked it with a kind of innocent lasciviousness: she frowned in concentration as she earnestly worked at her task. After a time DeAndre lifted her up and carried her to the bed, placing her down as gently as a father would her cherished daughter (but of course, father and daughter wouldn’t be naked and gaziantep escort reklamları planning to do what they were about to do).

With his placid eyes gazing down on her, he himself fell to his knees next to the bed, took hold of Naomi’s thighs, and buried his face in her sex. She gazed down in amazement as this man—whose exploits on the playing field had made him a legend on campus—proceeded to eat her out with both tenderness and passion, and in only a few minutes she was writhing and shaking from her orgasm—the first of several she expected to have that night.

But when DeAndre climbed into bed and placed his big, muscular body between her legs, she experienced a sense of trepidation that she couldn’t control: after all, he was only the second man who would be invading her private parts, and his broad frame looked like a giant’s as she lay helpless under him. She closed her eyes tight as if preparing for some exquisite but unavoidable torture.

DeAndre felt a wave of pity for her—she was so young and naive! He stroked her face softly, and she opened her eyes at the unexpected caress. She gave him a brave smile and said, summoning up all her courage, said, “You can go in me now.”

As he did so, her eyes expanded as she felt that long, thick cock probing her deeper and deeper, and she let out a little whimper as she felt impaled on his organ. He hadn’t gone in all the way, but he stopped and began pumping her gently. She seemed to like that sensation, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing him down on herself. DeAndre loved the feel of her soft but firm breasts against his chest, and as she hooked her legs around his hips he stroked her back and bottom as he continued to thrust into her.

Naomi expelled a soft sigh as she felt the full length of DeAndre’s cock now buried in her. She felt a swelling pride in her femininity as she made herself available to him—that was what she was put on earth for, wasn’t it? But at the same time that she felt totally submissive—the living receptacle of his ardor—she felt an inner strength as she realized, perhaps for the first time, how her own desirability as a female had in a way subjugated this powerful man by making him yearn impetuously for this fusion of their bodies.

And when he poured out his essence into her, she felt such an overpowering affection for him that she thought her heart would burst. She could have sworn that she experienced a mini-climax at the mere thought of his seed being so copiously deposited into her.

After a rest, he entered her bottom, and later they had a long session of sixty-nine before finally falling into an exhausted sleep.

In the morning, after a robust breakfast, the quartet decided to spend the day becoming better acquainted—and, in the case of the twins, becoming re-acquainted after their unfortunate and needless falling out. Dinner at a nice but inexpensive restaurant was followed by a return to Matt and Naomi’s house—and somehow, without anything being said, everyone knew what would happen next.

In short, only one bedroom would be used that night.

Everyone undressed quickly, and the sisters got a good look at each other’s nudity for the first time in many years. They marveled at both the similarities and differences in their forms—an echo of the parallels and variances of their temperaments. They had to give each other a warm hug, breasts mashing together delightfully, before they flopped onto the bed.

It was evident that double penetration was on the agenda, and Camilla lubricated herself as she prepared to demonstrate to her inexperienced sister how it was to be done. She got on her side and beckoned the men to their positions: Matt in front and DeAndre in back. As Naomi watched in amazement, the two guys entered her at the same time; and even though she was well used to this procedure, she still let out a gasp as she perceived the incredible sensation of being filled in two orifices at once. They pumped her vigorously, each of them holding a breast as they did so. It wasn’t surprising that, only a few minutes later, both men exploded with thunderous orgasms, matched by Camilla’s own.

They untangled themselves, and as the guys rested, Camilla got up from the bed and said, “Okay, Naomi, you’re next.”

Without further ado, she scooped out more cold cream from the jar and approached her sister.

“You’re going to lubricate gaziantep escort bayan reklamları me?” Naomi said in vague alarm.

“Sure thing, sis,” Camilla said. “I’m a pro at this.”

Naomi stood silent and nervous as her sister spread the cold white stuff all over and inside her anus. Then she surveyed the two men lounging on the bed with slowly hardening cocks as they envisioned this second round of double penetration with a woman who was essentially a virgin (as far as this act went, anyway).

She said, “Okay, guys, how do you want to do this?”

“I think that should be Naomi’s decision,” DeAndre said.

“I—I don’t know what to do!” Naomi cried in a sudden spasm of fear.

“Put her on top of me,” Matt said, “face up. I’ll go into her butt, and DeAndre can go into her pussy.”

Even though Matt knew that DeAndre had entered Naomi’s bottom yesterday, he still felt that in this process that man’s large cock would be better off in her vagina. So he lay flat on his back and urged Naomi to get on top of him. He slipped his cock into her bottom, and as Naomi lay there with legs awkwardly spread, DeAndre kneeled in front of her and inserted his cock into her pussy gently but firmly.

Now it was Camilla who enjoyed the incredible sight of her sister being pounded by two men at once. But she wasn’t as inclined as Naomi to be a passive spectator. After the guys had gotten into a good rhythm, she climbed onto the bed herself and, placing herself directly above Naomi’s face, sat down on it.

An incoherent “Mmmm!” escaped Naomi’s lips as she tasted her sister’s sex for the first time. It was already leaking come from both of her lower orifices, and Naomi automatically swallowed it as it dripped thickly into her mouth. She took hold of Camilla’s bottom and squeezed it hard, just as the two men were pummeling her with increased fury, ready to come again.

And when they did, the two women also cried out—Naomi’s cries somewhat muffled, as her mouth was still covered by Camilla’s pussy—with shuddering climaxes of their own. There was a lot of writhing and shaking and trembling and groaning as this quadruple orgasm worked its way through all the participants, until they finally had to separate, lying haphazardly over the bed.

The women were interested in more activity right away, and expressed a certain annoyance about the need for men to rest up before they were ready for another round. This time, Naomi and Camilla got into sixty-nine position on their sides, and as they were furiously licking and sucking each other, each man got on either side of the females and plunged into their bottoms—DeAndre in Naomi’s and Matt’s in Camilla’s. Each woman thereby had an up-close-and-personal view of the other receiving a big, thick cock into her anus, and the men added to their enjoyment when they pulled out and spattered their come all over the girls’ faces. They screamed in delight as the hot liquid poured over them like a spray of lava.

That was, really and truly, the end of an incredible foursome—but somehow they all felt that it would be something they would repeat many times in the future.

The next morning, Naomi pried herself out of the tangle of bodies and drifted over to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. She saw her sister already sitting at the table, drinking coffee with a smug expression on her face.

Camilla said, “Had a nice time last night?”

“Sure,” Naomi said in a dreamy voice. “But—”

“But what?”

“Oh, Camilla, we were so naughty!”

“Nothing wrong with having two guys in you at once. I’ve had more than that in the past.” She couldn’t ever forget that incident in the locker room, which had led to her acquaintance with DeAndre.

“I don’t mean that. I mean—you know . . .”

“Licking each other’s pussy, you mean?”

“Yes.” Naomi was now blushing furiously. “You’re my sister, for God’s sake!”

“Oh, Naomi, it’s nothing. We’re all adults here. Anyway”—her voice became more tender—”it was just a way of our showing how much we love each other, wasn’t it?”

Naomi smiled weakly. “I suppose so.”

“And you liked it, didn’t you?”

“I did. It’s funny—your pussy smells and tastes a little different from mine. I mean, I’ve never actually tasted my own pussy, but when I remember what my fingers smell like after, um, playing with myself, my stuff doesn’t smell the same as yours. Isn’t that strange?”

“DeAndre once told me all women’s pussies smell and taste just a bit different.”

“Men’s cocks smell and taste pretty much the same, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s just one more way we’re more special than men!”

It was Sunday, and after their usual big breakfast all four of the participants decided that it was a day for studying, and so they hit the books right away.

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