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I explained what had happened in the kitchen to Preethi as we both breast fed our babies in my room.

“That means, are you going to arrange a first night for your mom and Sri?” she asked.

“Well, yes. What do you think?”

“After what we both have been, like sluts to be frank, I don’t think even a slightest bit of that is wrong.” She giggled.

“What about babies?” she asked. “I mean, will she have babies again?”

“I don’t know. She is still in her forties. I think she can have a baby still.”

“Hmm… it feels so kinky to imagine your mom, having a baby again and breastfeeding it sitting along with us.” Yes, indeed. It was so kinky when I thought of it too.

Two weeks later, I asked mom and dad to accompany us to home and stay with us for a while.

We named my baby boy to be Rahul and Preethi’s baby to be Vinodhini.

One day, when I was alone with dad, I asked him, “Is it okay, if mom wants to have sex with somebody else now, dad?”

“Hmmm… thinking about it, after having sex with my own daughter, I don’t think I can say no, if she wants to have sex with somebody else. I have to agree. Besides, it’s been long since she had fun; more than 20 years that is.” He said with a smile.

“Why? Does she really want to have sex with someone?” dad asked, then.

I explained what happened the other day in the kitchen and idea of letting mom having first night with Sri.

Dad didn’t show any regret. She was happy for her. I just let him know that he should pretend as if he doesn’t know any of these.

“So what are you planning to do??” dad asked.

“I’m thinking of a small marriage in the Puja room of our house, with just me and Preethi present. And then a first night.”

“That means, will you be alone that night?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I thought we could do it again. May be like our own first night.”

“Wow… great idea dad. I’ve decided that my next baby should be yours. May be Preethi could have her first night with Karthik too, at the same time. Hmm… that means we need to send Arvind out of the house.” I said to him.

“May be we can send him to your aunt’s house.” Dad said. And dad did call our uncle, who in turn called Arvind to his house on the pretext of discussing some business matters for a couple of days.

Just when I was saying this plan to Preethi, her younger sister Sowmya, walked in. We stopped our talk abruptly. She noticed that too. “Boy, she is shrewd.” I whispered to Preethi.

“So what are my both sisters up to?” she asked grinning.

“Nothing a young girl like you should know.” I said and Preethi giggled hearing that.

“Come On, Akka, I’m 18. I’m a grown up girl.”

“Hmmm… no… we cant measure you like that.”

“Then how??” Sowmya asked.

“If you are old enough for this talk, you should be able to turn the men’s eyes on you where ever you go. Guys should think about your body, dream about you. And to be frank, you should be able to make some cock rock hard.”

“Is that all??” she asked as thought it wasn’t a feat.

“Yes. Why?” Preethi said.

“I can make even older guys very horny.” Sowmya said.

“Is it? Whom have you made horny?” I asked.

“I’m not going to say that to you.” She quipped.

“Come on little sis. Say it.” Preethi coaxed her.

She thought for a moment and said, “Okay, I’ll say, but that should be between us.” She said. We nodded.

“I’ve seen dad getting hard, after looking at me. Isn’t that something?” she asked. ‘Wow… uncle was on to his daughter. Men!!…’ I thought, ‘are the same everywhere.’

“Well, you are good, then. But it isn’t enough. Anyone can make a guy like your dad hard. The point is can you make it last till he finishes if he fucks you.” I was putting a hook.

“You mean dad?”

“Yes. If you manage to keep him hard till he finishes fucking you, then I’ll agree you are good. Then we’ll say our secrets.” I said. Preethi seconded that.

“Well, but how can I get to dad? Mom is always with him even though dad has eyes on me.” She said.

“Tomorrow, Arvind will be at your place. Just distract mom and send your mom and Arvind out together. Then you’ll have dad all to yourself.” We gave an idea.

“Cool. Thanks akka. Both of you.” She said.

Everything was just going well now. The next thing to do was mom’s marriage.

The next day Arvind left for uncle’s place. Dad went out on the pretext that he wanted to see some old friend of his, and he’ll be back late.

So I asked Sri to get ready and be in the puja room. Mom was very nervous about this, particularly after seeing Preethi with me. More, she was feeling very shy like a bride. I said Preethi knows everything and it was okay. She was here to help us.

Preethi helped me to prepare mom to be the bride. She was angelic, slim yet, with busty breasts, thighs and asses. I think that’s what got Sri by balls. One moment, mom was like a horny slut waiting to be fucked and in the other, she was like a shy housewife.

We brought her to the puja room urfa escort and Sri was there waiting like a groom. It was ironic and kinky, letting my husband marrying my mom in front of his sister.

“Undo your thaali, ma.” I said to mom.

“Have you got a new one?” she asked as she undid the three knots off her thaali.

“No.” I said. Then, I got it from her, gave it to Sri and asked him to tie it around her waist.

“What?” he asked, having stunned. He didn’t see that coming.

“That’s what Arvind did to me.” I whispered to Sri.

“You’ve been one naughty girl. You never said that to me, the part about your brother…” he was a bit shocked.

“Well, you know now.” I said giggling.

“I love you.” Sri said to me, smiling back.

“Okay now tie the thaali around her waist. The neck belongs to her husband. The cunt belongs to you.” The same words Arvind had said to me, years back.

Along with me, Preethi blessed the couple with flowers. They even knelt by our feet for our blessings.

“Okay, you go to our room. We’ll bring mom soon.” I said to Sri and he was gone.

“I didn’t expect that. Tying the thaali around the waist was so exciting.” Mom was saying.

“I know that.” I laughed. It felt the same for me too.

Then we guided her with a plate of fruits and milk into my bedroom. Sri was sitting on the bed. The lights were on.

“I’m very nervous about doing this.” Mom was saying.

“Both of you can stay for some time, may be till she gets comfortable.” Sri said.

“No, this is not how first night is supposed to be, we can’t stay.” I said looking at Preethi. We weren’t expecting that. We had our own first nights to spend.

“Please Anju, just for a few minutes.” Mom said. I could feel her being very nervous. “It has been a long time.”

“Okay.” We both had to postpone our thing.

“Shall I switch off the light?” Sri asked.

“No. let it be.” Mom said.

“Help aunty undress…” Sri said.

“Yes, please. Help me.” Mom said to us.

It was we who prepared her for her first night. But we didn’t expect to actually undress her and guide mom to have sex with Sri.

And we did. We removed mom’s silk saree and undressed her. Preethi helped mom unhook her blouse, and I undid mom’s bra. Mom was standing half naked now, in her first-night room with her son-in-law, with her daughter undressing her for her first night.

Preethi knelt down undid the knots of mom’s petticoat. “Step out of it, Aunty.” She was saying.

I held my hands along the sides of mom’s panties and pulled it along the thighs to her ankles and helping her out as she held my shoulders for support, revealing her mushy, hairy cunt.

‘Woww..’ I exclaimed to myself. Mom was standing buck naked in the room. I don’t remember seeing mom’s cunt or clotheless and fully naked, for that matter.

Sri had undressed himself now. We both held mom’s hand and guided her to the bed. He mounted on top of her and spread her legs on both sides.

No wonder Sri’s cock was rock hard and rocking. I myself felt horny at doing this. Preethi too should have felt that. She let out a moan as he went inside her. That’s all I could stand.

“Okay you both, take care of your self. Sri, take care of mom, don’t hurt her.” I said and he was grinning.

I pulled Preeti out holding her hand tightly. We both rushed out of the door. The moment we came out Preethi was gasping. I was so horny that I hugged Preethi and gave a deep kiss in her mouth.”Oh my god. I’m fucking horny. Will you lead me to my night too??” she said holding my palm. Hers was sweaty.

I led her to Karthik’s room and teased her, whether she wanted me to wait too as we did for mom.

“Have a nice time you both. Karthik, knock her with your baby.” I said and walked fast to my room. I can’t wait. “What was that all about? I could hear Karthik asking her. The voice faded as I reached my room.

*****

Dad was waiting. I ran to him and hugged him tight. “Oh my god! Dad, I’m feeling horny like anything. I love you. Fuck your daughter like a bitch. Make me pregnant tonight.” I said as I kissed him deep.

“Yes, yes… sure, I will, Anju darling” dad said as he pulled my saree off my shoulders. I had forgotten that I had pinned it on the blouse. The pin ripped and tore my saree along with the blouse as dad pulled it.

“Forget it.” I said as I stood wearing only my inners. As usual, my blouse was getting wet with milk.

“Oh no… I hate this.” I said looking at the wet spot around the nipple on my blouse.

“Oh, I love this…” dad said. “Feel my cock.” He said placing my hand over the fly of his pants.

“Hmmm… yesss” I could feel it thickening.

Just then he violently scooped me up while I was still in my blouse and petticoat and laid me on his bed. Then rolling my petticoat halfway up towards my hips, he spread my legs wide on both sides. He frantically nosedived into my petticoat between my folded legs and holding my petticoat covered ass cheeks with uşak escort his hand.

I could feel his hot breath on my panties as his chin grazed over my soft inner thighs. His two day old stubble brushed along my thighs giving me a sensation of feelings. He brought my legs together with his head still between my legs and I tightened my grip of my legs around his head.

His hair created waves on my pubes and he nuzzled his head onto my panty-covered cunt, along the slit of my love hole.

The panties were steaming hot and smelly with sex as they were wet with my cunt juices. He licked my panties and wetted them more with his tongue. I squealed and moaned as he did that.

“Oh my god! I love you. I love you… I love you very much, dad.” I was moaning.

Without removing my panties he inserted his hand inside over my ass and splitting my ass cheeks inserted a finger into my asshole.

“Oh my god!” a tingle of sensation went along my spine and I bucked up and down as he did that.

“Dad, you are amazing.” I said to him.

Then taking his head out of my petticoat he rolled it up fully to my hips. He knelt very close to me, and pushed me backwards. Having the weight of my back on his thighs, he made me lift my hips up into the air.

I was contorting myself in an awkward position where my head and half of my back was on the bed, but my lower back and hips were above the bed resting on his kneeling thighs, with both my legs clinging on to either side of his hips.

I clasped my legs on to his back as he moved further constricting me into that awkward tight-fuck position.

Dad didn’t wait to unhook my blouse; he just put his hand inside in the front and ripped it open. The hooks flew all around the room and the blouse tore off.

“Dad… Dad.. Oh my god!” I was so excited that I couldn’t find words to say how I felt now. I was finding his violent moves so horny.

With half my ripped blouse still on my shoulder, he placed both his hands on my bra and holding my nipples in the middle of the wet spots and started twisting them painfully. He squeezed them and played with them without any resilience.

He inserted his hands inside my bra and without removing them cupped the whole of my breasts with his hands and squeezed them softly. I removed my blouse or whatever remained of being a blouse once.

The bra was next to come off my shoulders.

Dad quickly removed his shirt and his pants and he was back in position. Both his cock and my cunt were fighting for release as there were only two layers of fabric between them as dad rubbed his pubes over mine.

With my hips lifted high, with his cock nudging my cunt, with his palms squeezing my breasts, I was into my next level of my sexual sensations.

He squeezed and squeezed softly kneading them and slowly bending towards me, kissed on my cleavage. He licked it softly and moved his trail upwards towards my neck.

He pushed aside my thaali to my back, which of all this time tonight, for one moment reminded me that my husband was fucking my mom in my room, my brother was fucking my sister-in-law in another and here, I was fucking my own dad.

May be we should rename the house as ‘The incest villa’, where each woman in the family serves as concubine to all the men in the family irrespective of our relationships with them.

Dad was now gently kissing around my neck, and with one hand on my breasts and one hand on my panties, he sent me throbbing. It was then I felt, older men are older men; you just can’t beat their experience when it comes to treating women to the best in sex. They know it all. They know it best.

Here I was, submitting myself completely to the moves of my own old man, my dad. Mom should be one lucky woman I thought; still she wants to go for younger men like Sri.

It is when it dawned on me, that no matter how much loyal you may be, to your partner, how much best sex you may have experienced so far, variety has its own payoffs. That is what makes husbands and wives go for sex outside the boundaries of marriage.

The boundaries of marriage aren’t even necessary when you are very loving and caring for your partner and when you have sex with others. It is after all a different enjoyable experience. What is the point in stopping people from having that, in the name of marriage and relationships?

I was lost in my philosophical thoughts, and was brought back to this real world as dad softly nibbled my ears with his lips and sucked them soft.

“Of my God…” It was soooo good.

Then, kissing me on my cheeks, knowingly avoiding my lips he moved away. With both my breasts in full view and his hands played with my mounds, playing tension-ball with them. He squeezed them systematically thereby forcing milk to squirt out of my nipples.

“Dad, I know you are an expert in milking cows in the village.” I said laughingly. And he laughed as well.

“Milk me as you used to milk your favourite cow, dad.” I said to him.

“Oh Yes… sure dear.” van escort He said and changed the way he was holding my breasts. Now, instead of cupping them, he was making a cone out of my breasts and started squeezing from top to bottom gently kneading my nipples and stirring them for more milk secretion.

In a few squeezes, milk came out squirts after squirts, spraying over his hairy chest and flowing down his stomach, wetting both our undergarments, where his body met mine.

After a few minutes he stopped and instead, taking away his hands started sucking milk out of my nipples using his mouth. I could hear the gurgling sound as I would hear from my baby. It made me giggle.

As he emptied each of my pots, I loved the milking of my breasts by a man instead of my baby every time. I don’t remember how many times the men in my family have sucked milk off my breasts so far. Yet, it felt so good and more enjoyable every time.

He then undid the knots of my petticoat that curled around my hips and helped me remove it through my neck. I was now wearing only my panties.

Then moving back, bringing his face close to my cunt, holding the sides of my elastic panties, he pulled them down. But he didn’t pull them all the way down. He didn’t even pull them to my knees. He just pulled them down halfway to my thighs.

“Just leave them there. Don’t remove it.” He was saying.

Then he pushed his face over my hairy cunt, nudging the lips away with his tongue. It felt eternal; the touch of the soft tongue over my soft cunt lips.

He played around my cunt licking the outer lips and suddenly I felt a shudder rip through my body. I didn’t know what was coming. But I felt waves of orgasm ripping through me, one after the other. I didn’t know it. I didn’t see it. I just went into the orgasm, just like that, and I bucked my hips up and down hitting my groin and grinding it over my dad’s face with renewed vigour.

My eyes were closed but I could feel his tongue up along my cunt somewhere, still licking all the way through my first orgasm of the night.

“Oh my God,” I just then realized, that the best men of all, the oldest men of all I fucked till now, had found my clitoris and beyond that, the g-spot.

I was panting hard. I had never felt such an intense orgasm before just by the lick of a tongue; forget the rock hard cock; it was just a tongue, and my dad’s; the most skillful of all.

I couldn’t even realise fully what was happening then. Waves after waves of shuddering and I could feel tears coming off my eyes and flowing along my cheeks. I wasn’t crying. It was just a reflex of the sensation I was prone to, as a result of what dad did to me.

I didn’t even know until my dad showed me tonight that there could be some place as good as this where playing with tongue could just trip me into wildest of my orgasms in life.

I felt so vulnerable to men now, which I hadn’t ever felt before. And dad, of all the four men, knew the exact weakness of a woman. He found my g-spot. No one else did. No wonder I still kept saying to myself, old men are best; dad is best.

Thinking back on time, it was like going one step at a time, now I was in level 5 in a tall skyscraper where I couldn’t see the top most level. Sri, my husband was the one to introduce to this palace of pleasure.

Arvind, my brother, was the one who took me to the first level above ground, who proved sex outside the bedroom can be the most fun of all. Then he took me to the second level, the level of pleasure and pain, into the world of anal sex.

Karthik, my youngest brother, was the one who took it out of the house, made it as kinky as it can be, taking me to the next level of sex in the temple. He made it public in the fourth level, with all those sex in restrooms and theatres.

And now, dad took me further to the wildest of levels so far, with his tongue alone. To think of it, my learning curve so far had been real good. Who said, you couldn’t learn and enjoy so much in the world of sex from your family? I did.

So dad let me relax now for a while bringing me breaths back to normal. He then lifted both my legs up and made me bend them and hold them back close to my breasts, with my feet on his chest.

Moving close to me, with my panties still on my thighs below my knees, he made me keep my legs close to each other. Showing off my cunt between my legs, like holding a new born baby upside down, he spanked me hard on my ass cheeks.

“Mmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa…” I squealed as his first soft spanks hit my cheeks. He pushed a finger along the line of my cheeks gently feeling the rim of my puckering anus.

“Daddd…” I moaned aloud as I felt his touch. His thumb was examining my asshole while his middle finger was probing my cunt whole. I throbbed again with dual sensations on my anus and cunt.

“So my little girl likes this very much? Do you?” he was asking.

I nodded in between my gasps. My mouth had gone dry by now. With my cunt wide open for entry, he pushed his underwear to his knees and unleashed his weapon. The hot rubbery rod dashed towards my cunt finding its way through the tuft of hair above.

Finding the outer lips of my cunt, he started splitting my cunt lips with his cock and began rubbing his warmth and adding more fire into my already hot and steaming cunt.

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Tja, manchmal wird man von der eigenen Geschichte eingeholt. So auch hier. Seit den damaligen Begebenheiten ist ja schon eine ganze Zeit vergangen. Mittlerweile hat auch mein kleiner Enkel Jonas seinen ersten Geburtstag hinter sich. Da auch Maria und Lars glücklich miteinander sind, verblasst unsere Geschichte immer mehr. Auch zwischen Maria und mir wurde und wird das Thema eigentlich gar nicht mehr erwähnt.

Allerdings gebe ich gerne zu, das ich mir schon ab und zu meine eigenen Gedanken mache, grade in den Sommermonaten, wenn die allgemeine Kleidung luftiger wird. Jedenfalls hat Maria in den Jahren ihre Reize beileibe nicht verloren.

Maria und Lars haben sich vor einer Weile ein kleines Häuschen mit Garten, etwas außerhalb der Stadt zugelegt. Mit dem Auto hatten wir eine gute Dreiviertelstunde zu fahren bis zu ihnen. Umrandet wird der Garten mit hohen, blickdichten Hecken. In der hinteren Ecke befindet sich eine kleine Laube mit all den nötigen Dingen, die man eben so dort unterbringt. In der Mitte des Gartens ist eine kleine Sandkiste und eine Kinderschaukel für den kleinen Jonas. Ansonsten bietet der Garten Platz genug, sich dort zu entfalten. Im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes, denn Maria hat es sich angewöhnt, sich an warmen Tagen auf einer Liege zu sonnen. Das tut sie meistens Oben-Ohne, auch wenn Angie und ich mal zu Besuch sind. Große Scheu hatte Maria in dieser Richtung ja sowieso nie wirklich.

An Einem dieser warmen Tage, es war Samstag, war es mal wieder soweit. Angie und ich besuchten Maria und Lars. Allerdings war Lars zum Zeitpunkt unseres Eintreffens mit dem Kleinen unterwegs und es sollte noch eine Weile dauern, bis er wieder zurück wäre.

Wir waren also jetzt da und nachdem wir eine Weile im Garten bei Kaffee und Kuchen zusammen saßen, fragte Angie, ob sie sich eine Stunde etwas hinlegen dürfte. Angie hatte letzte Nacht schlecht geschlafen und sie war sichtlich müde. Natürlich war das kein Problem, also legte sich Angie ins Schlafzimmer auf das Bett.

“Du Paps”, fragte mich Maria, “hast du was dagegen, wenn ich das schöne Wetter nutze und mich auf die Liege lege?” Ich schüttelte mit dem Kopf: “Nein, natürlich nicht. Mach du nur, du bist ja hier zuhause.” “Sehr schön”, meinte Maria, “kannst dich ja dazusetzen, wenn du willst.” Ich bejahte, stand auf, räumte den Tisch ab und brachte alles in die Küche. Währenddessen baute sich Maria die Liege auf und stellte einen kleinen Beistelltisch dazu. Als ich grade die Küche verlassen und nach draußen kommen wollte, kam Maria mir entgegen: “Ich zieh mich eben um und komme dann. Setz dich ruhig schonmal raus.” Ich ging raus, schnappte mir einen Gartenstuhl und machte es mir gemütlich.

Zehn Minuten später kam Maria dann auch. Sie trug eine Shorts und ihr Bikinioberteil. Sie hatte zwei Gläser Wasser dabei, die sie nun auf den kleinen Tisch zwischen uns stellte. Sie legte sich auf die Liege und zog sich eine Sonnenbrille an. So saßen, oder lagen wir erstmal wortlos da. Ich nahm mein Glas und warf einen kurzen Blick auf Maria. Ich weiß eigentlich gar nicht warum, aber ich merkte an: “Siehst gut aus.” Ohne sich zu bewegen, aber mit einem Lächeln antwortete Maria: “Danke. Mir geht ‘s auch gut. Wie geht ‘s dir, oder euch?”

“Uns geht es gut. Ist im Moment etwas stressig auf der Arbeit, aber ansonsten ist alles gut.” Maria räkelte sich: “Ich bin froh, dass wir das Haus gekauft haben. Haus mit Garten, davon habe ich immer geträumt.”

Marias Handy klingelte, Lars war wohl dran. Ich hörte nur, was Maria sagte: “Ach so … Kein Problem, Schatz …. Ja, Papa und Mama sind da …. Ist ok, dann bis später. Ruf an, wenn ihr unterwegs seid …. Yo, tschüß Schatz.” Maria legte das Handy auf den Tisch: “Lars ist mit dem Kleinen im Tierpark. Das wird also dauern, bis sie hier sind.”

“Na gut”, antwortete ich, “ich guck mal, was Mama macht.” Ich stand auf und ging rein. Im Schlafzimmer angekommen sah ich, dass Angie mittlerweile tief und fest eingeschlafen war. Ich ging zur Küche, um mir noch ein Glas Wasser zu holen. Dabei sah ich kurz aus dem Fenster in den Garten. Vom Fenster aus sah ich, dass Maria sich aufrichtete, sich ihr Bikinioberteil auszog und sich wieder hinlegte. Ich konnte mir ein kleines Lächeln nicht verkneifen. Was ich jetzt sah, war ein Bild, das man sonst eigentlich nur aus irgendwelchen Magazinen kennt. Eine bildhübsche und nahtlos braune junge Dame, die Oben-Ohne und nur mit Shorts und Sonnenbrille bekleidet auf der Liege liegt. Ja, Maria hat wirklich nichts von ihrer Schönheit verloren und sah wieder genauso aus, wie vor ihrer Schwangerschaft, damals im Urlaub.

Urlaub, DIESER Urlaub, wo Alles begann. Während ich aus dem Fenster schaute, kamen mir einige Gedankenfetzen von damals in den Sinn. Ich lächelte vor mich hin. “Oh Mann”, murmelte ich. Plötzlich merkte ich eine zarte Hand auf meiner Schulter und ich hörte Angies Stimme hinter mir: “Was, Oh Mann?” Etwas erschrocken drehte ich mich um, Angie stand vor mir. Ich schüttelte den Kopf: “Ach nichts.” Angie schaute jetzt selbst aus dem Fenster: “Ach so. Ja, unsere Kleine ist schon ‘ne Hübsche. Dein Töchterchen ist dir gut gelungen.” “Allerdings,” merkte ich an. Angie sah agrı escort an sich herab: “So knackig sah ich auch mal aus.” Ich nahm sie zärtlich in die Arme: “Tust du immernoch.” Angie lächelte: “Danke für das Kompliment.” Sie fasste sich an ihre Brüste: “Na ja, das Alter geht halt nicht an mir vorbei.” Jetzt fasste ich an ihre Brüste und gab ihr einen Kuss: “Ja und? Du machst mich immernoch so an, wie früher.” Angie grinste: “Alter Schmeichler. Komm, lass uns nach draußen gehen.” Ich ließ Angie los und wir begaben uns zu Maria.

Dort angekommen, setzten wir uns zu ihr. Maria blickte zu uns: “Sorry, aber mir ist warm. Ich hoffe, es stört euch nicht.” Angie verneinte: “Ach was. Das Wetter ist schön, es kann niemand was sehen und außerdem”, fügte Angie mit Blick auf Marias nackte Brüste an, “kannst du dir das doch leisten.” Mit einem Lächeln zwinkerte Angie mir zu.

Maria grinste etwas süffisant: “Als wenn du das nicht mehr könntest.” “Na ja”, merkte Angie an, “ich bin halt keine 20 mehr. Aber deinem Vater reicht ‘s wohl.” Mit einem Grinsen warf ich ein: “Mädels, sorry, aber könnten wir mal das Thema wechseln?” Maria und Angie lachten und Maria meinte: “Männer.” Angie schloss sich an: “Ja, die Männer. Kaum sehen sie nacktes Fleisch, werden sie auch schon nervös.” Ich wollte witzig sein und empörte mich gespielt: “Also ehrlich, ihr gönnt Einem aber auch gar nichts.” Angie lachte: “Ich gönne dir alles, mein Schatz. Und wenn dich der Anblick deiner Tochter doch zu sehr aufbringt, weißt du ja, wo du Abhilfe herbekommst.” Mit süffisantem Gesicht konterte ich: “Alles klar. Ich werde mich dann beizeiten bei dir melden.” “Das hoffe ich doch”, meinte Angie augenzwinkernd. Mit den Worten: “Ich kümmere mich mal um das Abendessen”, stand sie auf, gab mir einen Kuss und ließ uns allein. Maria schaute ihr nach und wandte sich wieder zu mir: “Wo wir grade so beim Thema sind. Mama weiß tatsächlich immernoch nichts, oder?” Ich wollte grade trinken und verschluckte mich: “Bist … du verrückt? Natürlich weiß sie nichts und das wird sie auch nicht.” Maria rieb sich leicht über ihre Brüste: “Denkst du manchmal noch daran?” Ich wog den Kopf hin und her: “Eigentlich nicht mehr. Anfangs aber schon, logisch.” Maria fragte weiter: “War bestimmt hart für dich, oder?” Ich nickte ehrlich: “Ja, anfangs schon, ja.” “Und jetzt nicht mehr?”, bohrte Maria weiter. Wieder nickte ich: “Wenn ich ehrlich sein soll, so ab und zu kommen mir schon so einige Gedanken hoch. Wie eben, als ich dich von der Küche aus sah. Aber dann kam Mama unerwartet dazwischen.”

Maria legte ihre Hände auf ihren Bauch: “Ich denke schon immer wieder mal dran. War ‘ne schöne Zeit.” Ich nickte bedächtig: “Ja, war schön, geb ich zu.” Maria grinste: “Ich weiß noch, als ich dich damals verführt habe, nach unserer Modenschau. Weißt du noch?” Und ob ich das wusste: “Ja natürlich. Ich war ziemlich baff.” Wieder lächelte Maria: “Unser erstes Mal.” Ich fragte: “Bereust du es?” Maria schüttelte den Kopf: “Nein, keine Sekunde.” Jetzt lachte Maria: “Ich hoffe ja, dass du dich bei Mama nicht so vertust, wie damals bei mir.” Ich raufte mir die Haare: “Hör bloß auf. Das war ja peinlich bis in die Steinzeit.” Maria grinste: “Glaub ich dir. Du warst ja völlig durch den Wind und hast dich bestimmt hundert Mal entschuldigt.” Ich nickte: “Wenn man bedenkt, dass so alles angefangen hat.” Maria fragte: “Bereust du es denn?” Ich trank aus meinem Glas: “Weiß nicht. Müsste ich eigentlich. Denn immerhin belüge ich Mama ja immernoch, wenn man es streng nimmt.”

Maria legte sich wieder zurück: “Was wäre wohl gewesen, wenn wir weitergemacht hätten?” Jetzt wurde mir das Gespräch doch etwas unangenehm: “Keine Ahnung. Aber könnten wir das jetzt mal lassen, bitte?”

Maria verstand: “Ja klar.” Nach einer kurzen Pause merkte sie an: “Ist das erste Mal, dass wir uns darüber unterhalten. Hätten wir vielleicht mal früher machen sollen.” Ich gab ihr Recht: “Ja, hätten wir vielleicht.” Hinter uns hörten wir Angie kommen. Sie rief: “Maria, was ist mit deinem Mann? Wann wollte er kommen? Das Essen ist bald fertig.”

Maria richtete sich auf und zog sich ihr Oberteil wieder an: “Keine Ahnung. Ich ruf ihn mal an.” Kaum dass sie das sagte, klingelte auch schon ihr Handy. Maria nahm an und sprach kurz mit Lars. Danach legte sie das Handy wieder auf den Tisch: “Er ist unterwegs und wird in ein paar Minuten hier sein.”

Nach einer halben Stunde kam Lars. Er hatte den Kleinen auf dem Arm, der wohl eingeschlafen war. Maria nahm den Kleinen entgegen und gab Lars einen Kuss: “Och Gott, er schläft ja. Ich leg ihn hin. Geh in die Küche, Mama und Papa warten schon mit dem Essen auf dich.”

Das Essen verlief eigentlich wie üblich. Es wurde sich über Dies und Das unterhalten, und über den Kleinen, der nebenan ruhig schlief. In der Zwischenzeit zogen draußen doch einige Wolken auf und die Sonne ging weg. Nicht lange und es fing fürchterlich zu regnen an. Ein typischer Platzregen.

Wir waren fertig mit dem Essen und Lars räumte den Tisch ab. Angie sah nach dem Kleinen und Maria stand etwas gedankenverloren am Küchenfenster. Ich ging zu ihr und legte einen Arm um ihre Schulter: aksaray escort “Na, alles gut?” Maria nickte: “Ja, alles ist gut.” Sie drehte ihren Kopf zu mir und lächelte. Lars war fertig mit Abräumen und verzog sich ins Wohnzimmer. Ich hörte, wie Angie ihm folgte. Ich flüsterte zu Maria: “Wirklich? Dein Gesicht sagt mir was Anderes.” Maria lächelte gequält, löste sich aus meinem Arm und strich mir über den Oberarm: “Nein nein, alles ok.” Ich glaubte es nicht, wollte aber nicht weiterbohren. Also gingen auch wir ins Wohnzimmer.

Es wurde langsam Zeit heimzufahren. Als ich zum Aufbruch auffordern wollte, fragte Maria: “Wollt ihr wirklich noch fahren? Ihr könnt auch hier schlafen, wenn ihr wollt. Dann braucht ihr nicht im Regen fahren und es ist ja auch schon spät.” Draußen regnete es tatsächlich noch, wenn auch nicht mehr so stark. Allerdings hatte ich schon zwei Gläser Wein getrunken und Angie fährt nicht im Dunkeln. Also überlegte ich kurz und sah fragend zu Angie, die nickend zustimmte. “Also gut, dann gehen wir euch noch etwas auf die Nerven.”

Gute zwei Stunden später wurden wir müde und verabschiedeten uns voneinander. In der Zwischenzeit hatte Maria schon das Gästezimmer für Angie und mir hergerichtet. Wir machten uns bettfertig und verkrochen uns unter die Decken. Ich lag da, mit hinter dem Kopf verschränkten Fingern und Angie kuschelte sich an mich. Sie strich mir mit den Fingerspitzen über meinen Bauch. Nach einer Weile fragte sie mich: “Über was denkst du nach?” “Och”, antwortete ich, “eigentlich über nichts Wichtiges. Maria scheint über irgendetwas zu brüten.” Angie fragte: “Wie meinst du das?” Ich erklärte: “Na ja, eben in der Küche, nach dem Essen, stand sie gedankenverloren am Fenster und für mich machte sie einen etwas unglücklichen Eindruck. Ich habe sie gefragt, aber sie meinte, da wäre nichts.” Angie lächelte: “Wenn es das ist, was ich denke, dann brütet sie schon länger. Vor einer Weile hat sie mal mit mir darüber gesprochen, dass sie sich ein zweites Kind wünscht, aber Lars will wohl nicht so recht.” Ich war etwas erstaunt: “Echt? Ehrlich gesagt, es wundert mich eher, dass sie nicht schon Zwei haben. So verliebt die beiden sind.”

Angie bejahte: “Ja, das sind sie auch. Trotzdem, Lars will nicht, aber Maria will unbedingt.” Eher scherzhaft erwiderte ich: “Vielleicht sollte ich unserem Schwiegersohn mal etwas auf die Sprünge helfen.” Angie grinste: “Wie soll das gehen? Willst du ihn mit Waffengewalt dazu zwingen?” Etwas vorlaut meinte ich: “Also nicht falsch verstehen. Wenn ich an Lars’ Stelle wäre, würde ich wohl keine Sekunde zögern.”

Angie richtete sich erstaunt auf: “Ach ja? Komisch, wir haben auch nur Maria. Ein zweites Kind wolltest du auch nie.” Ich drehte meinen Kopf zu Angie: “Hast mich ja auch nie danach gefragt.” “Ach so, ich verstehe. Der Herr wollte gebeten werden”, merkte Angie an. Mit einem Augenzwinkern versuchte ich, das Gespräch zu beenden: “Ich sag jetzt nichts mehr ohne meinen Anwalt.” Mit schelmischen Grinsen drehte sich Angie zur Nachttischlampe: “Klar. Hätte ich jetzt auch gesagt.” Sie löschte das Licht, schmiegte sich wieder an mich und so schliefen wir sachte ein.

Irgendwann in der Nacht stand ich auf, um zur Toilette zu gehen. Dabei kam ich an der verschlossenen Schlafzimmertür von Maria und Lars vorbei. Ich vernahm ein ganz leises rhythmisches Schnaufen. Ich blieb kurz an der Türe stehen und lauschte. Jetzt hörte ich auch Marias leise Stimme im gleichen Rhythmus “Ah….ah…ah…ja…ah”. Dann ein etwas lauterer Schnaufer, offensichtlich von Lars. Dann war Ruhe. Ich wartete noch einen Moment und ging zur Toilette. Dort angekommen fiel mir ein, das ich solche Töne von Maria nur damals mit mir hörte und sofort waren die Erinnerungen wieder da. Mit leichtem Erschrecken stellte ich fest, dass auch meine untere Region sich wohl offensichtlich daran erinnerte. Nun stand ich an der offenen Kloschüssel und rieb mir sanft über meinen harten Schaft. Dabei kam mir natürlich Marias Körper in den Sinn und das, was wir taten. An Wasserlassen war mit meinem Knüppel jetzt nicht zu denken. Also betätigte ich den Abzug und schlich mich wieder zu Angie. Von Maria und Lars war jetzt nichts mehr zu hören.

Angie lag schlafend mit dem Rücken zu mir und nur ihr gleichmäßiges Atmen war zu hören. Mein harter Ständer blieb und ich hatte jetzt den Drang, mich um ihn zu kümmern. Sanft strich ich über Angies Decke, wo ihre Hüfte war. Ich ließ meine Hand unter ihre Decke zu ihrer Hüfte wandern. Ganz sachte glitt meine Hand über Angies Po und zurück. Angie bewegte sich nicht. Nun wanderte meine Hand höher, über ihren Arm, ihre Schulter und zu ihrer Brust. Angie trug keinen BH und bald spürte ich ihren Nippel an meinen Fingern.

Jetzt schnaufte Angie leise, bewegte sich aber noch immer nicht. Erst als ich meine Hand nun zu ihrem Bauch wandern ließ, kam Leben in Angie. Mit einem leisen Schmatzen drehte sie sich verschlafen auf den Rücken. Noch ein kleiner Schmatzer und sie öffnete die Augen. Sie sah mich lächelnd an. “Kannst du nicht schlafen?”, flüsterte sie. “Nein”, flüsterte ich zurück, “aber ich wollte dich auch nicht wecken.” Angie ließ amasya escort ihre Hand an mir herabgleiten bis zu meinem harten Ständer, den sie sanft umfasste. Sie grinste: “Ach so, deshalb. Und jetzt brauchst du Abhilfe.” Ich sagte nichts, sondern lächelte nur. Angie flüsterte weiter: “Ich hab meine Tage, aber da gibt es bestimmt etwas, was man machen kann.” Angie gab mir einen zarten Kuss und robbte unter meine Decke. Zart, wie Schmetterlingsflügel, küsste sie sich an mir herunter, bis ich spürte, wie Angie meinen Ständer küsste und ihn mit ihren Lippen umspielte. Während ihre Hand sanft an meinem Schaft auf und ab glitt, nahm sie ihn tief in den Mund. Kleine Stromstösse durchströmten mich, als sie ihre Zungenspitze über meiner Eichel kreisen ließ. Angie begann zu saugen und es dauerte nicht lange, bis ich meinen Druck aufsteigen fühlte. Jetzt hielt Angie ihren Kopf still und rieb fester und schneller meinen Ständer. Ich kam und Angie verharrte mit meinem Harten im Mund und ließ mich kommen. Mehrere Schübe meines Spermas fanden den Weg in Angies Mundhöhle. Als ich fertig war, schluckte sie alles und kam lächelnd wieder an mir hoch. Sie gab mir einen Kuss, der nach meinem Sperma schmeckte: “Und? Besser?”

Mit erleichtertem Gesicht antwortete ich: “Ja, besser.” Angie gab mir noch einen Kuss: “Dann können wir ja jetzt weiterschlafen.” Langsam drehte sich Angie wieder mit dem Rücken zu mir. Ich robbte ganz an sie heran und umarmte sie. So schliefen wir wieder ein.

Der nächste Morgen. Ich wurde wach und schaute nach links. Angie war schon auf. Ich hörte Gemurmel aus der Küche und stand auf. Auf dem Weg ins Bad kam ich an der Küche vorbei. Das Gemurmel kam von Lars und Maria, die wohl angeregter diskutierten. Ich sah an der Garderobe, das Angies Jacke fehlte. Noch ehe die Beiden mich bemerkten und ich einen guten Morgen wünschen konnte, hörte ich Fetzen der Diskussion. Ich hörte Maria: “Ich weiß nicht, warum du dich so dagegen wehrst. Wo ist dein Problem?” Lars: “Schatz, wir haben doch oft genug darüber gesprochen.” Maria wieder hörbar genervt: “Ja ja ja. Wir haben Jonas und du wolltest auch noch was mit uns von der Welt sehen und und und … Sorry Lars, aber ich kann es nicht mehr hören. Für mich ist das absoluter Quatsch. Du tust ja grade so, als wären wir schon steinalt.” Lars antwortete: “Maria, ich …” Weiter kam er nicht, denn Maria unterbrach das Gespräch: “Komm, ist gut. Du willst nicht. Bitte schön, dann eben nicht.”

Ich schlich mich ziemlich erstaunt Richtung Bad. Es ging wohl tatsächlich um ein eventuelles zweites Kind. Davon hatte Angie ja gesprochen, dass Maria am Widerstand von Lars knabberte. Oh Mann, da hing wohl der Haussegen schief.

Ich kam aus dem Bad und ging in die Küche: “Guten Morgen, ihr Beiden.” Maria stand am Fenster und drehte sich kurz zu mir um: “Guten Morgen, Papa.” Ich sah, dass sie Wasser in den Augen hatte. Lars saß am schon gedeckten Küchentisch. Mit gespielter Freundlichkeit stand er auf, grummelte ein “Guten Morgen” und verließ die Küche. “Ich muss mal kurz in die Laube, etwas holen.” Ich schaute ihm leicht konsterniert nach und dann zu Maria: “Oha. Was ist los? Habt ihr Stress?”

Maria schüttelte den Kopf: “Nein, alles ist bestens. Mama ist Brötchen holen.” Sie drehte sich wieder zum Fenster. Ich hörte ein leises Schniefen. Ich ging zu ihr und legte meine Hände sanft auf ihre Schultern: “Das sehe ich. Darf ich fragen, was los ist?” Ohne sich umzudrehen, senkte Maria den Kopf und schaute auf die Küchenablage: “Ach, ist nicht so wild. Erzähl ich dir später.” Ich wollte zwar nicht nachbohren, merkte aber trotzdem an: “Na, darum weinst du auch, weil es nicht so wild ist.” Jetzt drehte Maria sich um, ich sah ihre feuchten Augen: “Nicht jetzt, Paps. Bitte.” Ich nickte und hielt jetzt Ruhe.

Na ja, der Rest des Besuchs ist schnell erzählt. Angie kam mit den Brötchen zurück, Lars auch und so wurde relativ schweigsam gefrühstückt. Die Stimmung war gedrückt. Danach brachen Angie und ich auf und fuhren heim.

Am Abend saßen Angie und ich zusammen. Irgendwann kam auch die Stimmung bei Maria und Lars zur Sprache. “Als ich heute Morgen aufstand, hab ich eine Diskussion mitbekommen. Die Beiden scheinen echt damit über Kreuz zu liegen”, meinte ich. Angie nickte: “Ja, das geht schon eine Weile so. Ich weiß auch nicht, warum Lars nicht will. Aber ich möchte mich auch nicht zu sehr reinhängen. Das müssen die Beiden unter sich ausmachen.” Das leuchtete ein und somit war das Thema vorerst beendet. Allerdings würde ich mit Maria mal ganz vorsichtig reden wollen. Ich müsste nur einen passenden Moment abwarten.

Der kam dann einige Tage später auch, aber anders als gedacht. In der Nähe des Hauses von Maria und Lars befindet sich eine Schrebergartensiedlung. Dort gab es an einem warmen Samstag eine Feier im Vereinshaus, zu der auch Freunde eingeladen waren. So auch wir. Angie mag die Leute nicht besonders und sie hatte keine Lust mitzugehen. Sie würde lieber den Kleinen zu sich nehmen und sich um ihn kümmern. Also zog ich mit Maria und Lars alleine dort hin. Die Stimmung zwischen den Beiden hatte sich auch wieder gebessert und so ging es sich ganz lustig an. Es wurde viel getanzt, gelacht und getrunken. Wobei Letzteres auch auf Lars zutraf. Im Laufe des Abends hatte er sich mit ein paar Freunden zusammengerottet und nun war er doch ziemlich angeschickert. Irgendwann wollte er mit Maria nach Hause, sie aber wollte noch bleiben. Also ging Lars alleine heim.

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The tip of her tongue flicked out to lick the corner of her mouth, and she used her pinky to make sure her lipstick was still in place for the fourth time since she’d sat down. It was a nervous habit, he realized, but one that was sexy as hell, and got him a little hard, if he was perfectly honest.

He watched her take a tiny sip of her whiskey. He should have known a woman like that wouldn’t be able to tip her head back and take it all at once. When she shook her head a little and stood up, he knew that was his cue. He watched her ass sway as she moved back towards the bathrooms, drained his shot, checked his watch, and followed.

*

Ella leaned against the wall near the bathroom door and took a deep breath. The whiskey was getting to her head, and she felt anxious, like something was about to happen that she wasn’t prepared for. She raised one leg and propped her heel up against the wall. The skirt of her tiny red dress raised up to the tops of her thighs, and she slid a hand down her stomach, arching her back just slightly, trailing one finger across her bare skin, dipping down into the crease between her legs, feeling herself start to get wet. She needed that release, needed to calm down. Her breath started coming faster, her lips parted, and just as she closed her eyes, a hand wrapped around her wrist and a voice whispered in her ear.

“You might want to wait for that, baby doll.”

Her eyes flew open, and she turned to look at the man whose body was pressed against hers, trapping her against the wall. She couldn’t see his face, but her lips connected with his neck, and she had the urge to bite the vein right there. Her mouth opened, and she was about to sink her teeth in, when his voice once again stopped her.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, slut,” he breathed against her neck, making her shiver.

Startled, Ella lifted her hand and pushed against his chest. He stepped back, and she almost gasped, startled at how gorgeous he was.

“Who the hell are you?” she snapped, standing up straight, and stepping to the side, hoping to go around him.

He stepped closer, pinning her against the wall again, and touched the tip of his nose to hers.

“That’s not important,” he said. “All you need to know about me is that I’m taking you with me, and fucking you how I want, when I want, all night long.”

*

He poured himself a drink, looking at the sexy woman tied to the bed. Her red dress sat low on her breasts, one strap falling over her shoulder. Her dark hair was falling out of its knot, spilling down her back, with one strand curling around her collarbone. Her big green eyes stared back at him, slightly terrified, and she pulled at the ropes he’d tied around her wrists. He smiled slowly as he took a sip, and walked towards her.

“What do you want with me?” she snapped, trying to sit straighter.

He just laughed, and set his drink down. As he unbuttoned his shirt, her tongue flicked out again to touch the corner of her mouth, and his cock twitched. She pulled at the rope again, and the movement caused her dress to droop lower, exposing the lacy edge of her bra. His mind went wild, imagining what exactly was underneath, the exact shape and color of her nipples, how they would feel under his tongue, and what noises she would make when he bit down lightly.

Without betraying any sort of emotion, he tossed his shirt to the floor, and kicked off his shoes. As he slowly and methodically undressed himself until he stood in nothing but his briefs, he glanced over at her.

“I watched you tonight, ” he said quietly, “and I knew that you wanted this. So what I want with you…is to give you more than you think you can handle.”

*

Ella stared at his muscles, and had the sudden urge to tear her hands from their restraints, and bite his biceps. A tattoo she couldn’t quite make out decorated one side, and she saw a smaller one on the top of his hand. Without quite knowing how, she had left the bar willingly, and gotten herself tied to a bed in the penthouse of a fancy downtown hotel, anticipating getting fucked by a man she didn’t know. The combination of the whiskey, the tension from a difficult çorum escort week, and the fact that she hadn’t been fucked in months made her breathing shallow, and she wanted desperately to spread her legs, slip a finger inside her dripping wet hole, and make herself cum.

Instead, she jerked at her bonds again, smiling softly when the entire bodice drooped, exposing her sheer lace bra, and the hard tight peaks of her nipples. She inhaled sharply as he reached over and casually rolled one between his fingers.

“You little slut. You like that, don’t you?” he said softly, and she glanced up at him. His dark eyes were staring at her intently, and she shivered before looking away.

A loud snap caught Ella’s attention, and she looked back at her captor, tensing when she saw what he held in his hand. Holding her breath, she shrank back against the bed as he approached her, a long knife in his hand. He put one knee on the bed, and Ella closed her eyes as the blade approached her chest.

“If I were going to hurt you, you little whore, I would have done it already.”

There was a tug, and then another, and Ella opened her eyes just in time to see her dress ripped from her body, her bra quickly following until she was left wearing nothing but her heels and the ropes around her wrists. At his groan, she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, and dug her stilettos into the mattress just enough to spread her legs and lift up, giving him a perfect view of her soft, smooth, tight little pussy.

*

Fuck, she’s perfect, he thought as he threw her clothes to the ground, resisting the urge to wrap his lips around her perfect nipples. She arched her back, and lifted her hips, and he felt himself getting harder. There was a tattoo on the front of her ribcage, and he reached out to trace it with his finger. It was a monarch butterfly, it’s orange and black wings extending up to circle the heavy curve of her breast. She shivered at his touch, and he bent his head to flick his tongue against her nipple. It hardened further in his mouth, and he trailed his hand down across her stomach to her glistening wet hole, covering the tips of his fingers in her cum. Spreading it across her other nipple, he bent his head to lick it clean.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, and he lifted his head.

“I don’t recall telling you it was okay to speak,” he said, and she glared at him.

“Well, I don’t recall telling you it was okay to tie me to the fucking bed!” she shot back, and he stood, pulling his briefs off and throwing them to the side.

“You want to say that again, you little whore?” he said, and climbed on the bed, standing on the mattress looking down at her.

She looked up at him with those eyes and smiled, licking her lips slowly. The tip of his cock was right there. If he just leaned forward an inch or two, it would hit her mouth. He shivered at the thought, and felt a bead of precum at the head of his dick.

“I said…I don’t want to—”

He tilted his hips and leaned forward to grasp the back of her head, the tip of his cock sliding in between her lips, and he nearly groaned at the feel of her tongue on him. His movements effectively cut her off, but the sight of her immaculate red lips wrapped around his dick made him wild with lust. He tangled his hand in the dark hair at the nape of her neck, and pushed himself deeper into her hot, wet mouth.

“That’s right you little slut,” he said. “Take my cock and suck on it like a good little whore. Don’t talk back to me again, do you understand?”

She nodded, her mouth full of his cock. What a sight she was, arms tied above her head, extending behind her, hair falling around her shoulders, lipstick smeared on her face and across his dick. He wanted to explode all over her, make her swallow his cum, watch it drip down her chin and across her chest, but ultimately decided to save that for another time. This was going to be harder than he realized, and he reluctantly pulled his cock away from her eager mouth.

*

Ella surprised herself with a whimper as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She wanted it down her throat, though at first glance, denizli escort she doubted all of it would fit. It was long, and thick, bobbing in front of her face, teasing her. He stepped between her legs and knelt down so the tip of his cock was directly in front of her pussy. If she lifted her hips just slightly, it would slide across her clit.

“Do you like to taste yourself on a man’s cock?” he inquired, and her eyes widened. She couldn’t help a small smile from forming as she nodded eagerly.

Ella gasped as his cockhead pushed against her cunt, spreading her tight entrance, making a squelching noise as his dick entered her. Deep inside, she felt an ache build, and a moan started low in her throat as he pushed ever so slowly inside of her.

“Fuck,” she breathed, and he pulled out of her, bringing himself up to her mouth once more.

She eagerly leaned forward, her tongue searching for her cum on his dick. He surprised her by flexing his hips and pushing hard, all the way down her throat. She gagged, tried to pull back, and he pushed even further inside her mouth. She was choking, unable to breathe, and was so overwhelmed she could barely taste her cum on him. Tears formed, and dripped down her cheeks as he began fucking her throat quickly, until she felt like she was suffocating to death.

In a panic, Ella pulled back, gasping for air, but his hand was pulling her hair again, relentlessly shoving his dick back into her mouth, saying things she couldn’t hear. Desperately she nodded her head, hoping it would make him stop. Her teeth accidentally grazed his shaft, and he yanked her hair back roughly, pulling out of her mouth.

“You dirty fucking slut,” he growled. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

*

He was so aroused he could barely stand it. She looked hot as hell, tied on that bed at his mercy. Her face was a mess, but she took his dick like a pro, and he wanted desperately to feel exactly how wet she’d gotten for him.

Roughly pushing her thighs apart, he stared at her beautiful pink cunt for a minute, smiling inwardly at the way her juiced oozed from her tight little hole. The feel of her wrapped around his dick for those brief seconds had almost made him explode. He wanted her cum on his hands.

The tip of his finger brushed her clit, and she flinched. He did it again, harder, and she tried to close his legs. Using his knees to keep her thighs spread wide, he slowly slid a finger inside her, curling it slightly upwards, making her gasp. He began to fuck her slowly with his finger, making her ride his hand, bucking against him as she searched for more, something thicker, something that would go deeper.

He watched as her face flushed and she bit her lip to presumably keep from screaming. He started moving his hand faster, adding a second finger and brushing his thumb across her clit, which made her squeal and yank on her bonds, lifting her long legs up in the air.

“Oh god please…” she whimpered, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her closer to him, holding her immobile as he ravaged her pussy, making her writhe against him, clenching around his fingers as she came over and over and over.

“Stop, stop!” she begged, squirming back and forth, trying to get away. She was panting, and he could see beads of sweat forming on her hairline.

“Cum,” he demanded harshly, curling his fingers until she shrieked, thrashing in his arms. “I said cum for me, you little slut. Now. Be a good girl and cum.”

Her response was to let out a loud wail, throwing her head back, and going limp. He could feel her cum dripping all over his hand, soaking his fingers, and the inner walls of her cunt clenched as her body shook from his onslaught. He watched her tits bounce, the one slapping against the butterfly tattoo underneath, and his cock twitched, growing harder and thicker as he thought of pounding into her.

As he pulled away, he put his cum soaked fingers in her mouth, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, heart pounding as he thought about what was going to happen next. It was inevitable.

“Had enough?”

*

Ella sagged against the diyarbakır escort ropes tying her to the bed, and tried to calm her breathing. Of course she’d had enough. She couldn’t move. The whiskey had worn off, her shoulders were aching, she’d had more orgasms than she could count, and she didn’t even know this guys name! She closed her eyes and started to think about what had possessed her to follow him back to this hotel room, not knowing what he had in store for her. She didn’t even know what she had expected, when he’d caught her about to touch herself right there in the bar.

Suddenly, her restraints loosened, and her eyes flew opened. He’d untied her, and she struggled to sit up, staring at him questioningly. When he didn’t make a move, Ella slowly slid off the bed, wobbling on her heels. She kicked them off, and took a step towards the door she assumed was the bathroom.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

His voice in her ear sent shivers down her spine, and she froze, unable to think of a coherent response.

“It looked like you were leaving,” he continued, “and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Goosebumps spread across Ella’s skin as he settled his hands on her hips and turned her back to the bed. She stumbled once, and he used her momentum to push her forward, so she was bent over at the waist, ass in the air, face in the mattress. She felt him kick her legs apart, and felt the tip of his cock slide against her wet, aching cunt.

She moaned as she felt him push into her swollen cunt, and felt his fingers tighten on her ass as he buried himself in her. He squeezed her tight, making her wince and squirm, which only pushed her further onto his hard cock. Ella felt like she was going to fall apart when he began to pick up his rhythm, thrusting into her harder and faster, steadily increasing speed, going deeper and deeper, fingers digging into her skin painfully as he fucked her.

“Cum you little slut,” he said, reaching forward with one hand to wrap it around her throat, pulling Ella’s face out of the mattress, forcing her to look up. Across the room, she saw her reflection in the closet mirror, saw him behind her, staring intently at her face in the mirror, watching her reaction. She bit her lip and tried to lower her head, but his hand tightened around her throat and she was forced to continue watching as he fucked her harder and faster. She felt herself ready to cum, and tried to stop the scream rising up in her throat as she closed her eyes and let the heat of her orgasm rush over her.

*

Watching her reflection in the mirror as she came all over his cock was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Sliding his hand from her throat to her chest, he pulled her up so she was standing, braced between his body and the bed. He watched as her face contorted from being forced deeper onto his dick at this new angle.

“You’re such a good little slut,” he whispered in her ear. “You like taking my cock like this, don’t you?”

Her nod pushed him further, and he felt about ready to explode.

“You’re my little fucktoy,” he said, biting her earlobe, and reaching a hand down to find her clit. She raised a knee to try and climb on the bed, shaking her head, and he grabbed her thigh, forcing it back, pushing himself harder up into her. He stared as her tits bounced up and down from the force of his thrusts, and he felt himself being pulled to the brink of explosion by her amazing cunt. Pushing her forward again, he began a frenzied pace until he heard her scream out yet another orgasm.

“Good girl,” he groaned, feeling her cum gush over his shaft buried inside her.

He pushed into her a few more times, feeling the tension in his pelvis rising. Unable to hold back, he slid out of her reluctantly, took himself in hand, jerked once, and began to cum violently, strands of cum spurting out of his cock, landing all over her ass, dripping down her thighs, with some of them disappearing into her swollen pussy.

Breathing heavily, he ran a finger down her spine, and watched in satisfaction as she shivered.

“Stand up,” he commanded quietly, and was surprised when she immediately did as he asked, letting globs of cum drip down her back, across her ass, and onto the floor.

She turned to look at him, her face full of questions. Before she could open her mouth to speak, he cut her off.

“You may use the shower before you leave,” he said. “Someone will be here in 20 minutes to escort you out.”

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Yuletide and Sleigh Bed Rides

Before leaving for her freshman year at college, Kelly had fallen in love with Dan, her sister Jenny’s husband. Jealousy led her to hide cameras in Dan & Jenny’s room, to record and watch their passionate lovemaking for months. When Jenny had to fly cross-country for business, Kelly revealed her secrets, and seduced Dan. For three weeks, the two of them engaged in joyfully erotic play, until Jenny, blissfully unaware Kelly was borrowing her husband, came home, and Kelly left for college.

Kelly and Jenny had always loved the holidays in the old mansion. Their mom, and now Jenny, always selected a huge fir the took two full days to bring in and decorate. The proud tree with its big ornaments and strings of lights, bows in the full branches, dominated the living room That had been done over the previous weekend, just Jenny and her husband, her mainly doing all the climbing on the ladder, while he handed her ornaments and lights The sisters shared a love of the Yuletide, but Jenny didn’t know about Kelly’s other love, her husband Dan.

Dan’s leg had healed up well from his fall in August, and the limp was nearly gone as his bones had knitted perfectly. He didn’t need the cane anymore, much to Jenny’s relief, but she had banned him from any heavy lifting or heavy exercise until the doctor gave him a final examination in January. The house was ready for the family to arrive in three days for Christmas Eve. It was already Tuesday, and Dan was down at the college picking Kelly up. Jenny would have gone, but there was still a lot to do, and she could catch up with her sister over decorating and baking.

Jenny’s long, dark hair was bound up in a scarf as she dusted. She thought they should really hire a maid, and planned to talk to Dan again about recruiting one to come clean once a month. An impressively large dust bunny fell off one of the shelves onto her nose, and she sneezed, immediately revising her future maid’s schedule to weekly.

****************

Kelly climbed into Dan’s Dart after carefully arranging her suitcase and a couple of bags of gifts in the trunk. Her hug for Dan had been very chaste, belying the fact she would have loved to jump him right there, strip him naked and fuck him right in front of her dorm, the other students be damned. She felt the familiar twinge of butterflies, and she wondered what exactly would happen when they got home, and knew what she wanted. Who she wanted.

Dan had returned her hug almost indifferently, squeezing her against him with a perfunctory motion. They had spoken only twice since August, not wanting to give Jenny any reason to suspect her sister’s affections, or Dan’s infidelities with her. It was nearly five o’clock, minutes before sunset, and she found herself anticipating the drive back, wanting it to last a long time before she had to share him with her sister, his wife. She hadn’t even travelled back for Thanksgiving, but that had as much to do with her mid-term project as anything else.

They chatted about nothing important for about a third of the trip, then Kelly told him to stop the car, pull over into an nearly empty parking lot at the rest stop. He pulled into a stall on the other side of the Visitor Center, away from the road, and under a full pine tree. He looked at her for a moment, before she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to her. “Kiss me, my Danny.”

Their kiss was four months’ worth of pent-up passion and want, and she started panting, her desire roaring to life. It lasted for what seemed like hours, but was only a minute or two. “Fuck, baby, I wanted you take me into your arms and carry me back to the dorm and fuck me all night.”

“I’ve missed you too, my Kelly.” They continued to kiss, and she reached down between his legs, thrilled to feel his cock swelling. She stroked him through his pants, and he moaned with each pass of her fingers over his erection.

“Danny, next time you pick me up, wear a kilt!,” she hissed, only half-joking. She wanted him now. Fumbling with his trousers, she noted he hadn’t worn a belt, doubtless planning ahead for her affections. With a happy little noise, she freed him from the prison of his pants, and giggled when she noticed he had no boxers on, either. “Baby, I love opening this gift!”

He was ready for her, she saw. A glistening drop of pre-cum was at the very tip of his head, and she extended her tongue to gently brush it away. It was thin and sweet, and she savored it on her lips and tongue before swallowing it down, where she imagined it warmed her tummy, lighting her up from within.

She wanted him inside her, pounding her pussy just like they’d done almost the whole month of August, but the car was too small, and had no good angles, even in the back seat. Kelly was sure Danny would “settle” for her sucking his cock for now. Leaning further over, she took his head between her lips, sucking just the head, and letting her tongue play over the hole, hoping yalova escort for more pre-cum. Dan moaned, and she knew he was close already.

He felt her silky tongue caress the underside of his erection. “Oh, Kelly, you’re so fucking good, baby. God, I’ve been hard since leaving the house to get you… I’ve missed you, baby.” She could easily believe it; it felt like his hard-on had been waiting for months, not hours, and she wanted him now.

She kissed him on the mouth, and put her tongue between his lips for another brief French kiss. “I’m ready for you to cum, Danny,” she whispered just before taking him back into her mouth, sucking his cock with a hunger she hadn’t fulfilled in months. “Cum, baby,” she panted in between two thrusts, rubbing his hard dick, twisting it like a pepper shaker. “You so need this, Danny. Fill my mouth up. I need it too…,” she crooned, and started sucking him faster.

The feel of his velvety head between her lips, and over her tongue, made her gasp in desire, and she slowly let her head descend until the entirety of his cock filled her mouth, and let her hands wander down to his balls, where she caressed them. I love this!, she exulted. Kelly had missed it, too. She’d had a couple of brief liaisons during the Fall, supremely unsatisfying, and she had craved the feel of her Danny’s body against her naked breasts, his cock inside her pussy, and the wonderful, thick taste of his semen in her mouth and on her tongue. She moaned in sympathy, feeling his balls tense, ready to release under her fingertips.

After only a handful of thrusts, he cried out in release, and she felt her reward fountain into her mouth, filling her up, slaking her thirst for the time being. She swallowed every drop, and kept milking the last of it from his cock with her fingertips, while he collapsed back in the driver’s seat. It was as wonderful as the first time she had surprised him with a blowjob, and he felt his hand caressing her hair, not shoving her face into him, just stroking her lovingly as his orgasm subsided.

After checking that none of the semen had spilled on either of them, she sighed. “We should stop for coffee, babe, or a soda. Wouldn’t do for my sister to smell cum on my breath.” He agreed, and zipped his slacks up before they drove a couple of miles to a gas station, where she got a cinnamon hot chocolate, in honor of the season, and some peppermints. He bought a black coffee, and sipped it while they drove along.

“Baby, when was the last time you came?”

He turned and gave her a tired smile, then faced the road again. “About a week, but Jenny and I haven’t had sex in almost a month, the night after Thanksgiving.”

Kelly whistled quietly. “A whole month? Isn’t my sister treating you right? You couldn’t go two nights without it last summer, and two hours was a stretch in August.” She gave him a sultry chuckle. “What, babe, did she cut you off?”

His groan turned petulant and irritated. “She’s been busy since her promotion, and she’s still finding her pace with it. Lots of travel, too, so she’s only been home regularly since last week. She’s usually on the road three or four nights a week, so I’m eating a lot of microwave cuisine. The money’s been good for the household, though, and she wants to hire a maid to help out.”

Kelly pitched her voice low and sexy for him. “And what is the maid going to clean, baby? If you need anything cleaned off, I’ll take care of it if Jenny doesn’t. You know that.” She sipped her chocolate, and sighed. “I love you, my Danny. If you had told me, I would have called, and played with my pussy just for you.”

He squeezed her hand. “And I love you, my beautiful little fuckbunny.” It gave her a warm feeling inside to hear that term of endearment, and she couldn’t wait to do more when they got home.

****************

The grounds had a light dusting of frost, and Kelly hoped it would be a White Christmas, as they had enjoyed a few times here over the years. The dregs of her hot chocolate were nearly gone, and she popped a peppermint into her mouth, and gave one to Dan also.

Jenny flung the door open. “Kelly!” The two sisters hugged and chattered away while Dan brought Kelly’s suitcase and gifts inside. Dinner was ready, and Jenny showed off the turkey and ham they would all be enjoying Friday and Saturday while the family gathered.

There would be lots of work to do between now and Christmas Eve, and Kelly felt relieved to be doing something usual and normal like preparing for the holiday. Mom and Dad, known to the outside world as Steve and Shelley, would get in Thursday night for a pre-Christmas Eve, or as Jenny called it, their Christmas Eve Eve dinner, just the five of them, at a restaurant in Roanoke. Dan had made their reservations a month ago, and was looking forward to their prime rib.

Two aunts and one uncle, along with most of their respective broods, would be there, although only her parents and Uncle Hal, a widower who yozgat escort was only ten years older than Steve but looked twice his age, would be staying in the house. The rest had hotel rooms nearby, and would also arrive on Thursday, or early Friday morning for Christmas Eve proper.

Kelly helped make up three of the four bedrooms on the second floor; the fourth was the one with the fireman’s pole leading down into Dan’s study, a feature she had put to excellent use in August. She wanted the opportunity to use it, if it was needed, and knew anyone trying to sleep there would have a difficult time falling asleep with the noise coming up from below.

Uncle Hal, of course, would be nearest the guest bathroom, with her parents taking another, and the one between them was also kept ready just in case someone was too tired or had indulged in too much Christmas cheer to safely drive back to their rooms. All four of the rooms also had the same passages Kelly had arranged between her bedroom and the master, when the mansion was remodeled nearly five years ago. The passages were all against interior walls, and accessible through a hatch in the bathroom closet, under the lowest shelf in that closet, as well as a concealed panel in each bedroom’s closet.

Kelly hadn’t used any of those passages for over two years; only the one to the master had seen any use, when she took to spying on her sister and her husband after they bought the mansion. She admitted to herself she had a wonderfully perverted streak, both wide and long, and knew it would appeal to the right man, and in fact already had.

Anticipating sneaking in their bathroom to listen and watch, then after they had finished slipping back to her room and playing with herself, always made her heart skip a beat, and gave her a delicious thrill. It had inspired her to plant the cameras in the first place, and then to fall in love with and seduce her brother-in-law, although she wasn’t sure which had actually happened first.

Late Wednesday night, after Jenny and her Danny had fallen into an exhausted sleep, Kelly went into the guest bath on the second floor, and moved aside the hidden panel there. Disconnected by necessity and architecture from the single passage on the third floor, she had finagled their construction in secret, even from her parents who had once owned the house.

Holding a flashlight in one hand, she cleaned up the few cobwebs that had accumulated over two years of emptiness and neglect, and checked each secret door to make sure they all worked. It had crossed her mind to vacuum the passages, but that would be hard to explain, and besides they didn’t have a cord long enough. Chuckling to herself, she realized she could blame it on ghosts, but that would be a very thin excuse, and ultimately unsuccessful.

Finished with her self-appointed chore, Kelly wandered on her tiptoes back to her room through the darkened mansion. She stopped at Jenny and Dan’s door, ears keen for any sound, but she heard nothing. She had removed the cameras from their room the day before they dropped her off at the college, since her laptop wouldn’t be there to record anything, and the chances of discovery were higher if they remained.

Stripping off her sweaty and dusty clothes, she grabbed a nighty from her closet and felt the thrill as it fluttered down over her bare breasts and the rest of her lean body. She regarded the back of her closet, and knelt to look at the hidden panel with a pang of lust and loneliness. Jenny had kept her busy all day, and now, after clearing out the passages on the floor below, she was wiped out. Even so, she would have found time and energy for Danny if there had been any opportunity at all.

It sounded good at first to steal down the low passage and get a view of the two of them fucking, but she was pretty sure they weren’t doing anything more than sleeping, especially at three in the morning. That would be boring, and a little sad. She turned back to her bed, and slept deeply, her dreams populated with erotic scenes, in which she was both puppet master and subject of fantasies by faceless men, and a couple of women. She was still smiling when she woke up.

Her parents arrived Thursday afternoon, and Kelly took the opportunity to hide the pair of cameras again in Dan and Jenny’s room, one in their bathroom with a panoramic view of the shower and tub, and on a whim, one in the third bedroom on the second floor, just in case of random sex. After she helped get their luggage and four boxes of Christmas gifts out of their rental and upstairs, selecting the room she hadn’t inserted cameras in to set their things down in, Kelly went back to her room to check the feeds again, and saw they were recording.

****************

They took both cars to dinner in Roanoke, an hour distant, and Kelly rode with her parents, while her sister and Dan took the BMW. Mom and Dad pried politely into her days on campus as a freshman, and gave unsolicited but nonetheless ankara escort appreciated advice. The subject turned to dating, and boys, and Kelly thanked her good fortune that neither of them thought themselves “cool” enough to hear about her sex life, which for obvious reasons she couldn’t go into.

Dinner in Roanoke was wonderful, and they all ate their fill. Her parents were enjoying their early retirement, and talked about the many road trips and two cruises they had gone on since last Christmas. Thankfully, it was decades past the time the family would have sat through the mandatory slide show their parents had doubtless endured as children.

On the way back, Jenny insisted on riding with her parents, and Kelly found herself alone in the BMW with Dan, which she pretended mildly upset her. Making a show of relenting in favor of Jenny’s wish to ride with them, her heart leapt at the chance to be alone with him.

She climbed into the front seat and buckled in. Dan slid into the driver’s seat, and they followed her parent’s car for a couple of miles, before inclining her head towards her and asking, “Would you care for a little side trip, Kelly?”

“Won’t they be…suspicious if we take too long to get back? We’re right behind them.” The idea of taking some time with Danny excited her, and she wanted him so badly. A light snow had started falling, and the thought of lying naked with him in front of a roaring fire made her wriggle in pleasure.

“No, they won’t. I mentioned we were going to pick up a couple of things at the store on the way back. A couple of things I’ve already hidden in the back from this afternoon.” He grinned sidelong at her. “Besides, I told Jenny I understood she would appreciate some time alone with her parents.”

Kelly nodded. They had finished pretty much all the preparations for Christmas Eve already, and just needed to get dinner started in the morning. That left time for her and her Danny. “Where are we going, babe?” She wished they were closer to her dorm room, but the building would be locked up for the break as of this evening.

“You’ll love it, my little fuckbunny.” He slowed down slightly, and they watched as the luxury sedan the others were in faded into the distance.

Forty-five minutes later, they turned off the highway, and headed up into the hills, coming to a stop at a small house, more of a bungalow. They were only twenty minutes away from the mansion, but it felt much further. The windows had a cheery glow of lights from the kitchen, and the curtains were all drawn. It looked like any other home ready to celebrate the next couple of days. Dan rolled the car into the open garage and shut the door, before they went in.

It was warm inside, the furnace turned up against the chill outside. It was a simple one-room cabin, fireplace in the center of one wall, firewood ready to be lit. Rustic wood paneling covered three of the walls, and there was a small kitchenette, partitioned off by a counter and stools. The refrigerator was straight from old times, an avocado shade once very popular, and it hummed quietly in the corner. A squared-off notch with a door was obviously the bathroom, and Kelly expected it would be small, but just large enough for her and Danny to shower in.

“Here we are, Kelly.” She gasped in romantic wonder, knowing this was their own hideaway from the family, and grabbed his scarf to pull his face down to hers. She kissed him and put her hands under his sweater, feeling his bare skin under her fingertips.

“We’re not staying the night, are we?” It would have been wonderful, but too suspicious even to her lust-addled mind, she realized. Still, she wanted to be naked with him in front of that roaring fire, feeling him inside her pussy, and the wonderful pussy-licking she had craved for months.

Dan shook his head. “Not tonight, Kelly. Private rental, and I rented this through the third, our own place to go and retreat if we need it. And I’m sure we’ll need it.”

Kelly’s hands withdrew from under his sweater. “So, we’re still waiting? It’s been four months, Danny. I want you now.” Her disappointment was palpable, even though she felt so ready to spend a day or two entwined with him, taking care of a hunger the Christmas feast tomorrow wouldn’t begin to satisfy.

Dan kissed her softly on her lips, and she opened her mouth for a long, deep kiss, which cured her immediate upset, and she felt herself beginning to respond, wanting to strip down right now and push his face down below her waist, make him spend an hour kissing and licking her, sucking on her clit, and sticking his tongue inside her pussy until she was worn out from cumming. “Danny, I need you now, baby. Now.” She was softly insistent, and put her hands now down his pants, running them over his ass, looking into his eyes.

She felt his cock swelling against her, and couldn’t wait any more. She unzipped her skirt and tossed it on the floor, then slipped her panties down to her ankles, and he was delighted to see she was still shaving her pussy bare for him. He pulled his own pants down to his thighs, his erection springing up as it was freed from its bonds. Kelly leaned away from him, bracing herself on the easy chair next to her, presenting her bottom and pussy to him. “Take me now, my Danny.”

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„Und wie war das damals mit Rick und Dir und Heinz”, wollte nun Vicky von ihrer Schwägerin wissen.

Thea erklärte ihr, dass das für Heinz und sie der Auftakt gewesen war, jede Gelegenheit zu nutzen einen zweiten Mann ins Ehebett zu holen. Einer davon war dann Rick, damals 20 Jahre alt, der bei einer Spritztour mit dem Motorrad bei ihnen übernachtet hatte. Rick rief dazwischen, dass „Spritztour” ein guter Ausdruck dafür sei, aber dass der Ausdruck „übernachten” dann fehl am Platze sei, wenn man darunter auch „Ruhe und Schlaf” verstehe.

Dieser Zwischenruf brachte ihm von Thea ein wohlwollendes Nicken und von allen anderen ein lautes Lachen ein.

Dieses Abenteuer hatte anscheinend sehr gute Erinnerungsspuren bei Thea hinterlassen, denn sie schilderte nun sehr detailliert, wie sie vor über 20 Jahren das erste Mal mit Rick Sex gehabt hatte.

Zu einer Zeit, als Mobiltelefone noch in den Entwicklungslabors ihr Leben fristeten, war es nicht unüblich, dass Besuch auch mal überraschend vor der Tür stand. So war es auch damals gewesen, als es an einem Samstagmittag an der Haustür klingelte. Freudig überascht begrüßten Heinz und Thea, ihren Neffen. Er erklärte ihnen, dass er sich für den Sonntagmittag in der Nähe mit einem alten Kumpel zu einer Motorradtour verabredet habe und sich gedacht habe, dass er das mit einem Besuch bei Thea und Heinz verbinden könne, die ihm für dies Nacht sicher Unterkunft gewähren würden.

Eine gute Idee, wie ihm der Bruder seiner Mutter und seine Frau Thea, beide Anfang 40 bescheinigten. Thea kochte Kaffee, Heinz besorgte schnell ein paar Hefeteilchen beim Bäcker um die Ecke und schon saßen alle drei entspannt am Wohnzimmertisch. Als Thea eine zweite Kanne Kaffee in der Küche zubereitete, kam Heinz zu ihr in die Küche. Sie bemerkte, wie er etwas verlegen rumdruckste. Als er ihr dann die Frage stellte, wann der Hausverwalter sie das letzte Mal besucht habe, wusste sie, was in seinem Kopf rumspukte. Sie wollte empört reagieren und ihm lautstark zurechtweisen, als ihr einfiel, dass das gegenüber dem Besuch nicht angebracht war. Sie zeigte ihm nur einen Vogel und verschwand mit dem frisch gebrühten Kaffee in Richtung Wohnzimmer.

Heinz kam etwas betröppelt hinter ihr her, gesellte sich wieder zu Rick und unterhielt sich mit ihm über das Motorradfahren, dabei fragte er ihn auch nach einer Freundin. Aber offensichtlich war Rick nach wie vor solo. Auf die Frage, ob er sich denn nicht für Frauen interessiere, kam ein deutliches, „Oh doch sehr”, aber er sei ein wenig schüchtern und das Thema käme bei ihm ein wenig zu kurz erklärte er seinem Onkel und der Tante.

Heinz bemerkte wie seine Frau bei dem Thema „Freundinnen” wieder etwas interessierter dem Gespräch folgte und wie sie die Verlegenheit, die bei Rick zu diesem Thema zu spüren war mit netten Komplimenten an sein Aussehen zu überspielen versuchte. Bevor die Situation aber für Rick peinlich werden konnte, machte Thea den Vorschlag, dass die Männer das Motorrad in der Garage unterstellen sollten. Heinz könne ihren PKW auf der Straße parken, sie würde dann schon mal unter die Dusche hüpfen, schließlich sei heute Samstag. Danach könne Rick dann duschen, denn Heinz habe das schon am Morgen nach dem Aufstehen erledigt.

Als die Männer die Wohnung verlassen hatten, schlüpfte Thea im Schlafzimmer aus ihren Klamotten und huschte nackt ins Badezimmer. Hier stand sie noch eine Weile vor dem Spiegel, ihren nackten Körper betrachtend, und über den unerhörten nicht ausgesprochenen Vorschlag von Heinz nachdenkend.

Mit dem was sie im Spiegel sah war sie recht zufrieden, ihre kleinen Brüste erschlafften langsam, aber die nächsten 10 Jahre würden die Zitzen wohl noch nach vorne und nicht nach unten zeigen. Sie lächelte verschmitzt, als sie ihre großen dunkelbraunen Warzen betrachtete. Sie war im Sommer oft ohne Unterhemd und ohne BH gelaufen, ihre großen dunklen Warzen zeichneten sich dann deutlich unter einer dünnen Bluse oder einem T-Shirt ab. Die anerkennenden Blicke der Männer und die neidischen Gesichter der dazugehörigen Frauen hatten sie erregt, was dazu geführt hatte, dass zusätzlich ihre Nippel deutlich hervortraten, womit sie zusätzliche Blicke auf sich zog.

Das schönste Kompliment in diesem Sommer hatte sie in der Einkaufsstraße von zwei jungen Männern im Business Outfit erhalten, die sich anscheinend schon in sicherer Entfernung wähnend, ausgerufen hatten: „Oh Mann, mir juckt das Rohr, was für eine Frau!” woraufhin der andere erwidert hatte „Ich hab schon einen Steifen”.

Die Erinnerung an diese Situation, die Idee von Heinz, die er mit dem Hausverwalter verbunden hatte und die Stimmen der beiden Männer, die zurück in die Wohnung gekommen waren und von denen sie in ihrer Nacktheit jetzt nur durch die unverschlossene Tür getrennt war, erregten sie.

Rick fragte ob Thea noch im Badezimmer sei, oder ob sie sich im Schlafzimmer umzog. Die Frage hatte Rick gestellt, weil er die Toilette benutzen wollte, die im Badezimmer integriert war. „Schauen wir doch nach” war die knappe Antwort von Heinz, der schon die Klinke der unverschlossenen Tür herunterdrückte, erst im letzten Moment entschied adana escort sich Thea dazu, hinter der geöffneten Tür in die Duschkabine zu steigen an statt sich im Evakostüm den beiden Männern zu präsentieren.

Das Rauschen des Duschwassers zeigte den Männern an, dass das Bad noch besetzt war, daher nahmen sie wieder im Wohnzimmer Platz. Heinz kramte Fotoalben aus dem Wohnzimmerschrank und erklärte Rick, dass sie die letzten Jahre wieder häufiger zur See fuhren, so wie früher mit ihm und seinen Eltern. Dann schlug er die Fotos des letzten Sommers auf. Auf einigen der Aufnahmen war Thea oben ohne zusehen auf zweien sogar ohne alles, als sie sich am Strand umgezogen hatte. Bei diesen Fotos war sie aber nur von hinten zu sehen. Heinz beobachtete die Reaktion von Rick ganz genau und als er bemerkte, dass seine Augen etwas länger auf den Nacktaufnahmen ruhten, sagte er nur: „Ist schon eine schöne Frau mit erotischer Ausstrahlung die Thea, oder was meinst Du Rick?”

„Ja, auf jeden Fall” kam die Antwort mit leicht zittriger Stimme. „Brauchst dich nicht zu schämen, wenn sie dir gefällt, ganz im Gegenteil, ich mag es wenn andere meine hübsche Frau anschauen” ermunterte ihn Heinz. „Rick, wenn du dich jetzt gut im Sessel positionierst, kannst du sie gleich mal live nackt sehen, denn meistens huscht sie vor und nach dem Duschen nackt über den Flur”, gab Heinz ihm einen Tipp, den er sich nicht entgehen lassen wollte.

Und nur wenige Minuten später erschien Thea nackt in der Badezimmertür, sie tat als würde sie die Männer nicht bemerken, huschte aber nicht, sondern stolzierte die wenigen Meter bis zur Schlafzimmertür nackt über den Flur.

Rick hatte sie gut im Profil und von hinten gesehen. Der kleine schlanke Körper mit den athletischen Beinen, den kleinen noch recht festen Brüsten und dem runden Po erregten ihn. „Kannst dich ja gleich revanchieren, wenn du vom Schlafzimmer ins Badezimmer gehst” schlug Heinz ihm vor.

Jetzt kam Thea aus dem Schlafzimmer, sie trug einen sehr kurzen weißen Bademantel, der ihre schönen sportlichen, von der Sonne gebräunten Beine betonte. Mit untergeschlagenen Beinen nahm sie ihm im Sessel gegenüber Platz. „So der nächste bitte” gab sie das Badezimmer für Rick frei. Sie erklärte Rick, dass er seine Wäsche und den Schlafsack zunächst in ihrem Schlafzimmer abstellen könne, die Nacht könne er dann auf der Couch im Wohnzimmer verbringen, sie mochte es aber nicht, wenn hier schon alles vollgestellt wurde.

Rick verschwand also im Schlafzimmer und zog sich aus. Er überlegte, ob er nackt über den Flur laufen sollte, so wie Heinz es ihm vorgeschlagen hatte. Was würden die beiden denken, wenn sie seinen Halbsteifen sahen, der wegen dem Bild das er von Tante Thea im Kopf hatte sich herausgebildet hatte. Er schaute sich um, es blieb ihm nichts anderes übrig, es gab im Schlafzimmer keinen weiteren Bademantel oder ein anderes geeignetes Kleidungsstück.

Mit ruhigem Schritt und auch ein wenig Stolz auf seinen halberigierten Pimmel stolzierte Rick vom Schlaf- in das Badezimmer. Auch wenn er so tat als würde er sie nicht bemerken, spürte er die Blicke wie eine heiße Bö auf seiner nackten Haut. Als er in die Dusche stieg, ragte sein erregter Schwanz schräg an seinem Bauch empor.

Rick genoss das kühle Nass, sein Schwanz beruhigte sich wieder ein wenig, blieb aber in Habachtstellung, auch weil er seine Finger nicht von ihm lassen konnte und er ihn auch gut säuberte. Die Wasserstrahlen massierten seine blankgelegte Eichel, immer wieder streckte er den Lümmel mit dem nackten Köpfchen unter den Brausekopf. Hatte er sich verhört, da war doch soeben jemand ins Badezimmer gekommen, vorsichtig steckte er nur den Kopf hinter dem Duschvorhang hervor.

„Erschreck dich bitte nicht, ich habe dir nur einen Bademantel hier hingehangen. Du kannst gerne so bekleidet zu uns ins Wohnzimmer kommen, ich lasse meinen vorerst auch an”, erklärte ihm Thea, die schon wieder das Badezimmer verlassen und die Tür hinter sich geschlossen hatte. Rick betrachtet seinen Schwanz, der durch diese Ablenkung ein wenig zusammengeschrumpft war, sich jetzt unter der guten Obhut seiner Hand, die mit abgestreckten Fingern gleichzeitig seinen Sack verwöhnte, schnell erholte.

Sieht schon klasse aus die Tante Thea dachte er, an sie hatte er bisher beim Onanieren, was seine häufigste sexuelle Betätigung war, noch nicht gedacht.

Seine Fantasie brauchte immer reale Bilder, und wenn er keinen Porno anschauen konnte, stellte er sich oft seine Mutti vor, die er mit seinen jetzt 20 Jahren bisher am häufigsten nackt gesehen hatte. An zweiter Stelle kam eine Ex-Freundin mit der über ein halbes Jahr zusammen gewesen war.

Das Bild ihrer tiefhängenden und am unteren Ende sehr schönen runden Brüste mit den hellrosa großen Höfen erregten ihn immer wieder. Aber dann wurde es schon sehr spärlich mit realen Bildern realer nackter Frauen. Es gab da noch die Ehefrau eines Sportkameraden, nicht sehr hübsch, aber extrem versaut.

Und dann noch eine reife dicke Frau. In seiner Jugend, so mit 16 oder 17 hatte er mit einem Kumpel an einem Baggersee gezeltet und adıyaman escort sie waren nach durchzechter Nacht am Vormittag unter lauter Nackedeis am Strand in ihrem Zelt aufgewacht. An diesem See hatten sich wohl insbesondere die Senioren zum FKK verabredet. Direkt neben ihrem Zelt sonnten sich eine Oma und ein Opa, beide so im Alter seiner Großeltern — Mitte 60. Als er seinen Kopf aus dem Zelt steckte und all die alten Nackten sah, fragte er seinen Freund, was sie denn nun machen sollten. Die Oma neben ihrem Zelt grinste ihn an und sagte, sie sollten ihre Klamotten ausziehen und mitmachen. Und wenn sie Lust hätten könnten sie gerne mit ihr und ihrem Mann Rommeé spielen.

Die Alternative hieß zusammenpacken und den herrlichen Sommertag nicht an diesem See zu verbringen. Also krochen die jungen Männer nackt aus dem Zelt, nahmen neben dem Ehepaar im Schneidersitz Platz, stellten sich vor und erklärten, dass sie das Angebot gerne annehmen würden. Sie bemerkten schon, dass die Dame, sie hieß Dore, sie sehr intensiv von Kopf bis Fuß aber insbesondere den mittleren Teil musterte. Immer wieder sagte sie zu ihrem Klaus: „Vati schau mal, das sind aber auch zwei hübsche Burschen.” Dabei massierte sie oft eine ihrer großen etwas platten Brüste, deren Warzen nach unten zeigten, oder sie massierte ihren strammen Bauch oder aber sie streichelte die Innenseite ihrer Oberschenkel bis hinauf ins rötliche buschige Schamhaar.

Das blieb nicht ohne Folgen bei den jungen Männern: Keck regten sich ihre Schwänze wie neugierige Entenhälse aus dem Schoß. Als Dore und Klaus sahen, dass sie sich ihrer Steife schämten, erklärte ihnen Klaus, dass das hier, solange sie nicht in der Gegenwart von Kindern wichsen würden, niemanden störe. Sie entspannten sich, spielten weiter Rommée und genossen es, von Dore mit den Augen verschlungen zu werden und deren Präsentation ihres reifen Körpers. Dore konnte kaum stillsitzen. Sie lief herum, ließ ihre großen Glocken, wenn sie wieder Platz nahm, entlang der Arme oder Schultern der jungen Männer baumeln.

Rick hatte somit auch den nackten Körper dieser reifen Frau noch gut in Erinnerung, als er seinen Schwanz unter der Dusche in der Hand hatte. Bevor er ihn aber wieder in voller Größe ausfahren konnte, hörte er die ungeduldigen Rufe seiner Tante, wo er denn bleibe, Heinz und sie hätten noch etwas mit ihm zu besprechen.

Rick stieg aus der Dusche, trocknete sich flüchtig ab, warf den Bademantel über, an dem aber der Gürtel fehlte und eilte, mittlerweile mit einem Glied im Normalzustand, ins Wohnzimmer. Mit dem offenen Bademantel, der nur ein wenig länger als der von Thea war, gelang es ihm kaum sich einigermaßen züchtig in den Sessel ihr gegenüber zu setzen.

Heinz bemerkte seine Verlegenheit und sagte zu seiner Frau, die damit begonnen hatte, ihre Fußnägel zu lackieren, dass Rick seinen Bademantel nicht richtig schließen könne, weil der Gürtel fehlte. Erst jetzt blickte Thea von ihren Zehen zu ihm herüber und fragte ihn, ob das schlimm sei. „Nein, geht schon” stotterte Rick ein wenig verlegen, zog den Bademantel im Schritt fester zusammen und entblößte dadurch seinen Oberkörper. Er bemerkte die neugierigen Blicke von Thea, die anscheinend seinen muskulösen Oberkörper mit den deutlich ausgebildeten Brustmuskeln bewunderte.

„Schön, bist auch ein Sportler. Schau nur, meine Beine sind auch recht muskulös von der vielen Gymnastik und dem Radfahren”. Während Thea ihm das erläuterte streckte sie ihm ihr linkes Bein entgegen. Dabei lag es auf der Armlehne von Heinz Sessel. Dieser hob es ein wenig an, damit er nicht nur ihre schönen Füße mit den akkurat lackierten roten Nägeln sondern auch die muskulöse sehr schön geformte Wade sehen konnte. Was Rick aber noch zu sehen bekam, bei dieser Körperhaltung von Thea, das war ihr dunkles dichtes Schamhaar. Thea bemerkte den Blick unter ihren kurzen Bademantel und fragte ohne Umschweife, ob es ihm gefalle, was er da sehen könne.

Etwas erschrocken, weil sie es sofort bemerkt hatte und er nicht einschätzen konnte, wie Heinz darauf reagieren würde, gab er mit Erregung in der Stimme zu, nachdem er Heinz zustimmendes Nicken wahrgenommen hatte, dass es ihm sehr gefalle.

„So, so dann fordere ich aber gleiches Recht für alle” gab sie ihm mit einer Kopfbewegung in Richtung seines Schoßes zu verstehen. Rick wusste, was sie meinte und schlug den Bademantel nun ganz auf und präsentierte seinen auf dem Sessel liegenden Schwanz. Seine Vorhaut bedeckte die Eichel. Ein dunkler Kranz aus nicht ganz so dichtem Schamhaa umgab ihn und zog sich bis über seinen Nabel. Weiter oben und auf der Brust war Rick aber blank. Seinen kugelrunden Hoden, der sich hinter seiner Gurke versteckte und nur ansatzweise zu sehen war, bedeckte nur ein dünner Pflaum. Rick sah, wie intensiv, fast mit starrem Blick Thea seinen Unterleib fixierte. Sie schluckte vor Erregung.

Angesichts dieser sehr erregenden Situation, an der alle Beteiligten ihren Spaß zu haben schienen, forderte Rick jetzt auch von Thea sein Recht ein. Sie wusste was er wollte und sie löste den Gürtel des Bademantels, um ihm jetzt auch ihren nackten afyon escort Oberkörper zu präsentieren.

Rick war begeistert von ihren recht kleinen aber straffen Brüsten, die jetzt mit Anfang 40 gerade erst begannen ein wenig zu hängen, am meisten erregten ihn aber ihre sehr großen dunkelbraunen Warzen mit den runden dicken Nippeln. Dann wanderte sein Blick an ihrem schlanken straffen Bauch hinab auf das dunkle dichte Schamhaar. „Das sieht sehr gut aus, wie du es gestutzt und in Form gebracht hast” machte er ihr ein Kompliment. Er hatte nicht bemerkt wie sein Schwanz neugierig den Kopf gehoben hatte und nun die Hautkapuze nur noch zur Hälfte über den Kopf gezogen hatte.

„Vielen Dank, frisiert sich deine Mutti denn nicht das Fellchen?” fragte Thea nach. „Nein, soviel ich weiß mag Vati den wilden Busch. Bei Mutti quillt es überall aus dem Höschen raus, und wenn sie aus der Wanne steigt, klebt es wie eine nasse Mähne zwischen ihren Beinen” erkläre Rick seiner Tante.

Voller Erstaunen fragte Heinz, ob er das denn alles mit eigenen Augen gesehen habe. „Ja sicher, bei uns daheim verstecken wir uns nicht voreinander und im Badezimmer, in dem keine Toilette integriert ist, gibt es keine abschließbare Tür” erklärte ihm Rick die Gepflogenheiten bei seinen Eltern daheim.

„Kannst Du bitte mal deine Eichel komplett freilegen, ich finde sie sehr sexy mit ihrer länglichen Zylinderform und dem sehr dicken Wulst” bat ihn Thea. Dabei hatte sie sich im Sessel zurückgelehnt, die Beine weit gespreizt und mit beiden Händen ihr rosa Loch im dunklen Wald geöffnet.

Bei diesem Anblick seiner so offenen Tante, kam er, seine Vorhaut zurückziehend, ihrer Bitte nach. Mit einem Stöhnen fragte Rick, was sie denn mit ihm vorhätten.

Heinz, der immer noch in voller Montur unverändert in seinem Sessel saß, sprach es direkt aus: „Ich möchte, dass Du Thea hier vor meinen Augen fickst!” Oh ha, so direkt hatte Rick das nicht erwartet, voller Erwartung nach diesem geäußerten Wunsch zuckte seine Rute bereits vor Freude. Doch anstandshalber wollte er auch wissen, was denn Thea davon hielt.

Sie gab die Antwort prompt: „Ich mache das mit, weil es die einzige Möglichkeit für ihn ist, so steif zu werden, dass er es mir dann auch besorgen kann. Und einmal ganz abgesehen davon, habe ich auch eine unbändige Lust auf den Körper meines sehr netten und athletischen Neffen” gab sie ihm augenzwinkernd zur Antwort.

Voller Erregung und Erwartung wichste Rick an seiner knüppelharten Lanze, als er nun nachfragte, ob denn Heinz dann in das vorgewärmte Loch stoßen würde. „Ja, ich bade meinen Stachel gerne im fremden Saft” bekam er darauf hin von ihm zur Antwort.

Rick zeigte mit beiden Händen auf sein steil nach oben gestrecktes Rohr und bemerkte: „Seht her ich bin bereit, wie geht es nun weiter?” Bevor Thea es ihm erklärte, schaffte sie Fakten, in dem sie sich auf allen vieren auf den Wohnzimmertisch kniete. Ihre kleinen Titten hingen herab und die Nippel sahen aus, wie die Zitzen bei einer Hündin, die Welpen hat.

Mit einer Kopfbewegung dirigierte sie Rick zu ihrer Hinterseite. Rick sah, dass nun auch Bewegung in den bis dahin still in seinem Sessel ruhenden Onkel gekommen war. Schnell hatte er sich aller Kleidung entledigt, schaute voller Erwartung und sich den Hoden knetend, den immer noch schlappen, normalgroßen auf seiner Knethand liegenden Pullerhans schüttelnd zu, was Thea und Rick ihm zu bieten hatten.

Rick legte seiner Tante beide Hände auf den relativ großen runden Po. Auf ihre beiden Fragen, ob er wisse, wie man eine Frau vorbereite und seine wievielte sie denn sei, bekam sie folgende Antwort. „Na, ich denke, mal mit dem Finger vortasten und du bist meine dritte Frau mit der ich Sex habe”.

„Auweia, ein Anfänger, habe aber keinen Ausbilderschein” lachte sie frech. Als Rick nun begann sehr sacht mit einer Fingerkuppe in ihrem dunklen nassen Pelz, den feuchten Schlitz zu finden, um die Fingerkuppe ein wenig in den Eingang zu bohren.

Er bekam den Hinweis, dass sie eine erfahrene Frau sei, die es nicht nur an ihrem Fickloch liebte kräftig angefasst zu werden. Er solle mal bitte mit der ganzen Hand in ihrem Busch wühlen. Von Heinz bekam er dann noch den Tipp, ihr Loch durch Lecken geschmeidig zu machen. Heinz sah sein fragendes Gesicht und mit spöttischem Tonfall wandte er sich an seine Frau und äußerte den Verdacht, dass Rick noch keinen Oralsex angewandt, vielleicht auch noch nicht genossen habe.

Thea, wollte es nun genau wissen und fragte nach, mit wem und wann er denn Sex bisher hatte. Immer noch mit seiner ganzen Hand ihren Fotzenschlitz und ihren Kitzler reibend, fasste er seine wenigen sexuellen Vorerfahrungen wie folgt zusammen:

„Mit 17 wurde ich von der etwa 50 jährigen Frau eines Sportkameraden mit zwei weiteren gleichaltrigen Freunden entjungfert. Jeder durfte zweimal in der Missionarsstellung über sie steigen, dazwischen hat ihr Mann sie vor unseren Augen in verschiedenen Positionen gefickt und besamt. Meine zweite Sexpartnerin war dann die Freundin mit der ich zwischen 18 und 19 ein halbes Jahr zusammen war. Sie wollte meist nur mit der Hand in ihrem Slip befriedigt werden, so wie sie es dann auch bei mir gemacht hat. Zweimal haben wir in dieser Zeit aber auch im Bett ihrer Eltern in der Missionarsstellung gefickt, als diese im Urlaub waren. Mehr habe ich leider nicht zu bieten. Seit eineinhalb Jahren, kennt mein Schwanz nur meine Faust.”

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I woke up at my usual time of 5:30 am, blinking my eyes slowly as I tried to wipe the fog from my contacts. With all of the excitement from the night before, I had neglected to take them out. Rolling onto my side, I shifted around to the edge of the bed and sat up straight.

The amazing blowjob I had received from Janesha the night before had relaxed me so much that no sooner had she left then I dropped off into a deep sleep. Now I was definitely thankful that the heat worked well in the house. If it hadn’t been working I would have woken up as a frozen popsicle. As it stood, I was only slightly chilly.

Sliding off the bed, I glanced at my dresser and contemplated getting dressed. But, this was my house, and it wasn’t like the girls hadn’t seen, felt and sucked on my cock already. So, I just shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the bathroom in the nude.

I stepped out into the living room to find that one of the lamps was still burning brightly. There was a scattering of glasses and empty beer bottles that would definitely have to be picked up when the girls finally managed to wake up. Until then, they could just stay where they were.

Laughing softly to myself, I went ahead and stepped into the bathroom to begin getting ready for the day. A nice morning shower always seemed to be what I needed to get moving, and today was no different. There is just something about the feel of hot water rolling over my shoulders that I have always loved, especially when I needed to work out some kinks in my system.

When I finished my morning routine, I hung my wet towel up to dry and stepped out into the hallway. Glancing down the hall, I noticed a light coming from one of the bedrooms where the door was left partially open. Curious, I stepped down to the door and glanced into the room.

I had expected to see two of the girls in the same bed, so I was shocked when the only one in the bed was Tammy. She was sprawled on her stomach, with the sheet half covering her body. There was a look of pure innocence of youth about her. I had to remind myself that while she was sexy as hell, she was also still a kid.

It was more than obvious that she wasn’t wearing any clothes under the sheet. From my vantage point, I had a good look at her nearly nude body. The way the sheet was covering her, I could see her entire plump ass. But what really got to me was how she had her right leg pulled up slightly, giving me complete view of her pussy.

I groaned inwardly as my eyes locked onto her pussy lips. A part of me knew that I should turn away, but I just couldn’t help myself. It was such a sexy sight, that it drew me in and sparked a desire that radiated from down deep. My cock began to twitch, stiffening slowly as I imagined burying myself deep inside of her from behind.

Reaching down, I grasped my now hard shaft and tugged on it a few times. I contemplated stepping up for a closer look, but at the last minute I decided against it. After all, I don’t exactly know how she would react to finding my standing over her with my hard cock in my hand. Knowing my luck, she would scream and think I was attacking her.

With that thought in mind, I turned away from the door and made my way down the hall towards the living room. I was also wondering where the others were. It only made sense for them to split the rooms at two people per room. Since the other door was closed, I couldn’t tell if all of them were in the same room or not.

I have to admit, the very thought of three girls sharing the same bed definitely had my imagination flowing. After all, isn’t it every man’s dream to see multiple women in bed with one another? Just friends or not, it was still enticing as hell!

“Damn, you really do just walk around in the nude here, huh?” I heard a soft voice say from the kitchen as I walked into the living room. To say that it startled the hell out of me would be the understatement of the century.

Turning my head I caught sight of Shelly, the leggy blonde girl, leaning against the door frame. Her bob haircut was slightly disheveled from sleeping and she was holding a cup of coffee in her hand. All I saw was legs though, long legs, stretching out from underneath a t-shirt that fell just below her privates. If I was hard before, now I was solid as a rock.

“Yeah,” I replied with a laugh. “I guess you caught me.”

“Good lord, but do you stay hard or something?” she asked as she fixated her eyes on my stiff member.

“Only when there are half-naked women running around my house,” I replied with a grin.

“Ahh…” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Well, since you came in here already hard it obviously wasn’t because of me.”

“True,” I replied. “So, tell me… did you share the bed with Tammy last night?”

“I see now,” she said laughingly. “You found my roommate sprawled out in the nude, didn’t you?”

“Perhaps…” I said slowly, not certain where she was going to go with this.

“What if I did share the bed with her?” she asked in a sultry voice. “What if I told you istanbul escort that I not only shared the bed with her, but I… shared… the bed with her?”

I couldn’t help but catch the emphasis, or the meaning, behind her second use of the word “shared”. The very thought made my cock twitch involuntarily, which brought another small laugh from the young lady standing in front of me. Not caring, I stepped up to her and leaned closer into her.

“Did you?” I whispered softly in her ear. “Did you ‘share’ the bed with her?”

“Oh my…” she said with a throaty voice as my cockhead brushed her hand.

“Well?” I asked again.

“No…” she said blushing, letting her finger slide nonchalantly over my cockhead. “…but I would if she were into it.”

“Would you, now?” I asked in an even softer voice.

“Yes…” she said again, wrapping her soft hand around my hard shaft. “You know… I’m not wearing any panties under this t-shirt.”

“Really?” I asked, not in the least bit surprised.

Stepping even closer to her, I pressed my body up against hers, and let my pulsating cock rest against her bare thigh. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and ran my hands down to cup her asscheeks. She was right. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I could feel her soft cheeks under the palm of my hands.

With a shaky hand, she placed her coffee cup on the table next to her and wrapped her arms around my neck. She let out a soft moan as I leaned in and placed a small kiss on her neck. Even after a night of drinking, I could still smell the sweetness of her perfume. It was an intoxicating scent that was practically driving me wild with desire.

I continued to kiss along her neck and nibble softly on her ear, while savoring the sounds of her soft moans in my ear. Her ass felt good underneath my hands as I let my fingers explore her soft flesh. Finding the crack of her ass, I let my fingers slide even lower, causing her to jump slightly when I caressed her puckered rosebud.

Holding my hand there, I continued to press lightly against her anus, massaging it gently while kissing along her jaw line. She parted her lips expectantly as my mouth grew closer to her hers. Her breathing had taken on a ragged, hungry sound as she clawed on my back with her long nails.

When our mouths touched, it was like a wildfire was ignited. Her lips pressed hard against mine as her hand wrapped around my head. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, and could taste the coffee on her lips. She kissed me like a woman possessed, moaning into my mouth as I pulled her tighter against me and pressed my hard cock between her legs.

I almost wasn’t prepared when she decided to jump up into my arms and wrap her legs around my waist. It surprised me so much that it nearly toppled me over, but thankfully I was able to regain my balance while gripping her ass tightly. She chuckled softly into my mouth, never breaking her tight embrace of my head and neck while kissing me.

We broke our kiss, and she pressed her head into my neck, when she felt my cockhead brush against her moist pussy lips. She moaned loudly, thrusting her hips back and forth as she tickled her pussy lips on the tip of my cock. The feeling was absolutely amazing, sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down my body.

Carrying her over to the table, I set her down gently and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Lifting upwards, I pulled it off of her body and leaned back to admire her naked flesh. She had the perkiest set of A-cup breasts I had ever laid my eyes on. Her pale skin practically glowed in the dim light, and her pink puffy little areolas captured my attention. They looked so succulent and inviting, capped with short, yet thick nipples that just begged for some loving.

I pushed her back slightly allowing her to catch herself with her hands, and began to kiss down her neck. My mouth, tongue and teeth moved slowly across her flesh, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles down to her perky little breasts. The closer I got to her tit, the louder her moans became, until they echoed in the small kitchen.

My mouth found her right breast, while my right hand encircled her left breasts. I ran my tongue over her entire tit in small circles until I reached her stiff nipple. Pulling it into my mouth, I suckled on it softly, nibbling and flicking it with my tongue repeatedly. All the while, I pinched and pulled on her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

Pulling her entire breast into my mouth, I sucked and licked it until she was begging me to do the same to her other breast. Then I kissed across her chest and gave that breast the same treatment. I was thoroughly enjoying the sounds of her moaning in delight and the smell of her sex was permeating the air, driving me wild for a taste of something else.

I broke my hold on her breast and began kissing down her long abdomen. Her stomach was so taut and tight. She was definitely an in shape young woman and I admired her flesh as my tongue traced down to izmir escort just above her pubic mound.

Kissing softly above her pubic mound, I teased her gently while plying her legs farther apart with my hands. Once her legs were fully spread, she lay back on the table and I continued kissing down and over her pubic mound. She had soft, wispy blonde pubic hairs that lightly covered her mound that she had neatly manicured into a small “v”.

My tongue found the tip of her pussy folds, snaking down and lapping at the hood that covered her clit. She moaned with delight as I lowered myself into a crouching position, and breathed lightly over her sex. As I blew out against her moist lips she shuddered expectantly, waiting for me to continue tasting her.

Her pussy lips were pink, puffy and I could see the moisture that literally coated them. She smelled delicious and I parted them with my fingers exposing even more of her pink pussy to my gaze. Her clit popped out its hood, standing tall and erect like a little button just begging to be pushed.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top. She tasted just as sweet as she looked, so young and so pure. I couldn’t remember the last time I had tasted a 19 year old, and back then I probably didn’t appreciate it as much as I did now at 37 years old. Her juices had that wonderfully sweet, yet tangy taste that absolutely drove me wild.

My tongue delved into her sweet canal, lapping up her juices and letting them spread across my lips and chin. I shifted my hands, spreading her pussy lips with my left fingers and pressing my right index finger against her moist canal. She bucked like a bronco when I clasped her clit between my lips just as my finger penetrated her pussy lips.

Her pussy clamped around my finger as I slid it halfway into her. She was so tight around my digit, that the very thought of sliding my cock into her made my shaft twitch in anticipation. The further I pemetrated her with my finger, the more her juices flowed, until my entire hand was covered with her fluids.

I continued to feast on her young pussy, alternating between her clit and her pussy folds. At the same time, I added a second finger and was now vigorously thrusting them in and out of her hot, wet pussy. The sounds emanating from her throat were guttural and animal like as she inched closer and closer to an orgasm.

Clamping my lips hard around her clit, I sucked and flicked it with wild abandon as I shoved my fingers deep into her and found her special spot. The result was phenomenal, as her walls began to spasm around my fingers and she practically squirted her juices into my mouth. The moans and pleasure filled sighs reaching a crescendo I didn’t know was even possible.

I kept my fingers pressed deeply into her, enjoying the feeling of her walls tightening and releasing them repeatedly. Her juices now coated my entire hand as well as my lips, chin and cheeks. Truthfully, I think she tasted even better than she did when I got my first taste of her.

As she came off of her orgasmic high, still breathing ragged breaths and moaning lightly, we heard a voice exclaim, “Damn, I want some of what she is having!”

Glancing over my shoulder, I found the raven haired beauty of the group leaning against the door frame. Despite having just woken up, her raven black hair was still as straight as ever and framed her pretty face just right. She was wearing a red t-shirt with the NC State logo plastered across the front of it. Her large breasts were sagging slightly to the side, evidence of her lack of bra, and she had two large bumps prominently displaying her stiff nipples.

My eyes continued down her body to where her hand was pushed down the front of her “boy shorts”. It was plainly obvious that she had been busy taking care of herself while watching as I feasted on her friend. Her hand was still busy between her legs as she twiddled her clit rapidly while biting her lip at the same time. It truly was a sultry sight to behold.

I turned to Shelly, extending my hand to her and helped her off the table. As she stood up, she ran her hands over her perky little tits and pulled hard on her nipples. She stood there a little weak in the knees and her eyes were still slightly glazed from the orgasmic release she had just experienced. I searched her face for a response as I nodded in the direction of her friend, Jenny.

“Mmmm…” she said. “Why not?”

“Let’s go,” I said to both of them, as I took Shelly by the hand and guided them both to my bedroom.

I climbed up on the bed and lay on my back, looking at the two young ladies that had entered the room with me. My hard cock was standing large and proud before the two girls as I motioned for them to join me. Shelly wasted no time at all, as she clambered onto the bed and knelt between my legs.

Shelly reached down and grasped my throbbing shaft in a tight grip and started slowly stroking me while massaging my heavy balls with izmit escort her other hand. I looked over at Jenny and watched as she shimmied out of her boy shorts and pulled her t-shirt off to expose her sexy body to my eyes. The combination of the girl giving me a handjob and looking at Jenny’s now exposed body me moan with desire.

The difference between the two girls physically was striking. On one hand (literally), Shelly was tall, slender and sported puffy nippled, perky little breasts. Jenny was exactly the opposite. She was short, probably not much taller than 5 foot, with a thick waist and thighs.

The difference didn’t end there. Where Shelly was a pale shade of white, with wispy blonde pubic hair, Jenny was a nice natural tan color. Her breasts were easily in the DDD category if not larger, and she had large tan areolas with nickel sized nipples that stuck out like a pair of twin headlamps. They were definitely a pair of mountains I would love to climb.

Jenny turned around like a model on a catwalk and I was able to catch a glimpse of her bare ass for the first time. Unlike Shelly’s firm little ass, hers was large, fluffy and curvy in all the right spots. She was completely bald down below, with not a wisp of hair or stubble in sight, probably the result of a recent wax job.

I now moaned loudly as Shelly took my thick cock between her lips and began licking my cockhead as she explored my taut flesh. At the same time, she motioned for Jenny to join us and the other girl quickly scrambled onto the bed next to her friend. Seeing the two of them side-by-side, one with my cock in her mouth while the other looked on was truly a sight to behold.

Shelly bobbed her head up and down rapidly on my shaft several times, taking me deep into her throat and then pulling back to just the tip. She released my bulbous cockhead from her sucking mouth with an audible “pop”, and then offered my shaft to her friend. Once Jenny had me firmly in her grip, Shelly slid down further to give my balls some special attention of their own.

To say the experience was sublime would be the understatement of the decade. Jenny took her time with my cock, slowly taking me deep into her throat and swallowing repeatedly. I could feel my cockhead being massaged by her throat muscles, while Shelly gently sucked on my balls. If the two of them kept that up for long, it would only be a matter of time before I filled Jenny’s mouth with my cum.

Jenny moaned in approval and lapped at my cockhead when pre-cum began to ooze from the tip. Sensing my pending release, she pulled her mouth off of my shaft and looked at me with a “cat that ate the canary” grin.

“Not just yet, big fella,” she said playfully and then began kissing her way up my body.

She pressed her soft breasts against my side and her nipples felt like hard bumps pressed into my flesh. Leaning down she placed her lips against mine and as we kissed she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my pre-cum on her tongue as she kissed me long and hard. It seemed like an eternity before she broke the kiss and laughed softly.

“Now, for some of what Shelly already received,” she chuckled, as she quickly moved to get ready and position herself over my body.

Shelly had quit sucking on my balls and was leaning back playing with her pussy. She had two fingers firmly between her legs and they worked her moist canal while she twiddled her clit with her thumb. Apparently the two of them were letting me rest for a moment, and were not ready for me to cum just yet.

The sight of Shelly frigging her pussy was cut off as Jenny straddled my chest with her large, plump ass pointed toward my head. I now had a perfect view of her fluffy cheeks, puckered anus and gorgeously bald pussy lips. Moisture was just beginning to form on her lips, like dew on the mountain grass.

She shimmied up my body slowly, placing her pussy just above my mouth. I put both hands up, half supporting her and spreading her wide at the same time. As she lowered herself to my mouth, I got a good taste of her juices when I ran the tip of my tongue up and down her exposed slit. I couldn’t help but note that she even tasted different much different than Shelly had. It was more of tangy taste, than sweet, but divine none-the-less.

I explored her pussy with my tongue, pressing my face hard against her and pushing it as deep into her as I could. Using both hands, I spread her pussy lips even wider, exposing her completely and causing her stiff clit to pop out of its hood. It was like a light switch just waiting to be flipped, and I wasted no time flipping it.

The bed shifted slightly as Shelly moved up and straddled my waist. Her soft hand grasped my hard cock and pulled it slightly back until I was standing almost straight up. I clamped my lips around Jenny’s stiff little clit and then moaned deeply as I felt Shelly engulf my hard cock with her tight, wet pussy in one single stroke.

I’ve heard of women fitting a man like a glove, but that was nothing compared to how Shelly felt. Her pussy walls gripped my thick cock in a vice like grip, as she bottomed out and caused my cockhead to press against her cervix roughly. The air was punctuated by the sound of her sharp intake of breath as her whole body shuddered while holding me fully ensconced in her depths.

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CLOSED CIRCUIT TELEVISION:

Tom Dishman walked into his room and was greeted by the sight of his beautiful wife, Allyson; face up on the bed, naked, masturbating with a purple ribbed seven-inch vibrator. His cock jumped to instant rigid attention as he soaked in her natural beauty flushed with sexual heat and energy. Her body was soaked with a fine sheen of perspiration and goose bumps pimpled her skin. Her tits thrust upwards, nipples extended and hard, as if begging to be sucked. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck into her cleavage like clear drops of cum. Strands of her long brown hair stuck to her forehead and temples where the sweat had gathered as she exerted constant pressure on the humming fake cock in her pussy. He could see the muscles standing out on the back of her right arm as she swirled the vibrator around the wet grasp of herself. Her thighs were coated with pussy cream streaming from the pink of her cunt clamped so tightly around the thick stalk of the vibrator.

Tom began stripping before he even closed the door. He was so stunned by the sight of his wife fucking her pussy with such abandoned rapture he didn’t take notice of anything beyond his immediate view of her and the low moans of lust coming from her mouth. He slammed the door shut and ripped his shirt over his head. He had an extraordinary body for a thirty-six year old man and was in prime physical condition. Years of commercial diving, working in the surf and swimming against the ocean currents had left him with a stunning physique. Tall and lean, he was tanned from the daily sun with rugged skin from the sea spray and wind over the water. His face was extremely attractive and he turned ladies heads wherever he went. He and Allyson had been married at eighteen just before the birth of their daughter. They had both been so hot for each other from the day they met. They fucked constantly, without inhibitions or hang-ups. They were in love and still were. In their hometown, their constant affection for each other was legendary.

Pulling his pants off, Tom walked towards his wife, his long thick cock straining and tight against the hard muscles of his abdomen. As he closed on the bed, his eyes flashed across her body, shaking now as an orgasm swept through her like waves against a beach. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the television to which her attention was glued. On the screen, a beautiful young girl was kneeling on a bed, her thighs tucked beneath herself, her legs spread. Her hands were thrust down between her thighs as she adjusted and guided a thick yellow dildo into her cunt. Her head nodded like someone on a powerful drug and her body undulated over the hard tool. Her ass lifted gently off the bed, bouncing softly off her thighs, allowing the dong to slide slightly in and out of her incredibly wet cunt.

Tom smiled at his wife’s stuttered moan of pleasure as she watched the television girl’s pussy clench tightly around the thickness of the stalk, her orgasm apparent. Something began struggling for attention in Tom’s lust numbed brain. Why did the scene on the screen look so familiar? Suddenly his smile froze. His dick jerked and throbbed against him, a drop of pre-cum rising to the head of his staff like a luminescent pearl. Excitement flashed through his body, radiating from his toes to his scalp like an electric jolt. He had suddenly recognized the television girl’s room and the girl herself. It was his daughter Mindy!

Allyson turned to him, suddenly noticing him for the first time. Her initial look of surprise immediately replaced by a look of intense pleasure, happiness and lusty excitement.

“It worked,” she said, “we got her on the closed circuit camera. I knew she was ready.”

Tom’s eyes moved across his wife’s face to the screen of the television then back to his wife. His smile returned, natural and exuberant.

“God!” He exclaimed, “Look how beautiful she is.” His daughter looked almost exactly like Liv Tyler except her tits were slightly larger. She had the same doe-eyed innocent looking face with those full, pouty lips.

He took another step towards his wife who was reaching out with her left hand to pull his hard cock toward her eager mouth. He felt the sudden warm wetness of her mouth surrounding him, her lips sucking him deep into her throat. A tortured groan came out of his mouth as the sensation of her sucking over took him. Her right hand continued to drive the vibrator into her pussy letting it slip from the wetness only long enough to run it across her clit before she buried it to the hilt, her hips lifting off the bed with each deep stroke. Her left hand stroked his shaft as he began fucking her mouth with slowly and evenly, savoring her with all his senses.

On screen, his daughter began fucking herself harder, her body rising higher above the dildo then thrusting down on it with a slight twist of her hips. Tom suddenly realized he could just hear her over the television speaker, a soft noise barely audible over the hum of the vibrator and the throaty gurgles of Allyson’s pleasure as she slurped his cock in her mouth. He strained to hear what Mindy was saying. One of her hands let go of the rubber cock and pushed a strand Escort bayan of long brown hair back behind her ear before it slid down across her chest to cup and squeeze one of her small tits. What was it she was mumbling?

His wife pulled his cock from her mouth and began rubbing it across her cheeks and forehead. Her tongue swept out and around the large head of dick, licking the pre-cum as she nibbled her way up and down the shaft. She pulled him down to rub his cock head across her nipples and caress it momentarily between the junction of her breasts. Mindy’s body began trembling, her chest rising and falling in obvious gasps of pleasure. Her saw her head fall back as she fucked herself hard on the rubber cock. Her hand moved from her tit to her pussy and she began rubbing her clit. The trembling became a shake. He glanced at Allyson. Her tremble was becoming a shake. Her hip thrust upward to push the vibrating cock deeper into herself. He felt his own seed beginning to rise. Mindy was now banging herself onto the dildo, using both hands to keep it upright and in position. Her head was thrown back, her moans now clearly audible and words that sent Tom over the edge.

“Fuck me daddy, fu…fuck me!” his daughter was excitedly pleading. He looked down in shock at his wife and she smiled up at him.

“She’s been doing that for over an hour now.” she said.

“Gawd,” was his only response, his body’s excitement quickly matching that of his wife and daughter’s. His cock began to swell and an explosion of white semen jetted from the tip across his wife’s sultry, sexy face.

“Yes, give it to me baby!” she growled, in a lewd, unearthly voice. “Cum all over my face. God, baby I’m cumming too, your daughter’s cumming. Fuck, look at the cream gushing out of her pussy. She’s begging for you to fuck her. Oh, she wants it baby, she wants to fuck her daddy. Oh, shit! Fuck baby…cum…cum!!!”

Tom spewed cum all over her face, his eye’s glued to his daughter’s trembling, jerking body. Ropes of his sperm flew across Allyson’s nose and forehead into her hair. She pulled his cock, milking him and directed his cock head towards her ample tits. She bathed her chest in his cum, her nipples covered with jism. She could taste his semen in her mouth and feel it sticking to her face like heavy cream. Her shuddered above her, crying out his love for her, and spewing forth his excitement at their daughter’s tender and innocent sexuality lighting up the screen of their television. Her cunt convulsed around the vibrator as her mind lost itself in the blinding arc of another orgasm.

THE PLAN:

They slowly worked out the plan over the next week and each night they let the excitement of the coming event and the images of their daughter in bed lead their sex into new dimensions. What a perfect idea it had been to put the spy camera in Mindy’s room. Allyson had said Mindy was almost ready to blossom into her sexuality and that they should be her mentors. She was right. He was electrically excited by the idea of teaching his daughter to fuck. He wanted to teach her to suck his cock, to properly fuck a man who was properly fucking her, to ass fuck, and, most importantly, to let go of the stale traditions and inhibitions that normally served only to depress the human sex drive with its complete banality.

Saturday was Mindy’s birthday and they needed to get all the elements together, a perfectly planned day of boating and picnicking, along with the gifts, jewelry and the special items Allyson had in mind. Allyson began taking care of the details. She went clothes shopping. She bought herself and Mindy new bikinis and then stopped at Victoria’s Secret and Frederick’s for some sexy teddies and body suits. Tom went to the jewelry store and bought gifts for both Mindy and Allyson. He made sure the boat was clean and ready and charted out a meandering course through the Keys that would lead them, at the end of the day, to a very secluded beach.

Monday night, Allyson stroked Tom until his nine-inch cock was completely hard, bloated, purple and seconds from cumming. Using soft wax, she made a perfect cast of his cock. She carefully set it on the nightstand knowing she would need to have it in perfect condition or her plan would not work. Then she mounted Tom, sitting up on him and wrapping her legs around his waist. She took his cock into her cunt and ground her clit against him until she felt herself gush and felt her world melt into a red sexual haze. She looked at his handsome face as he gritted his teeth in an effort not to cum too quickly. She lifted up off him; his dick slid from her soaked pussy and he groaned in frustration. She lowered herself, slowly sliding him into her tight ass. She adjusted to his thickness then began grinding hard, not wanting to wait, wanting to feel his cum splash deep into her bowels. He came with a scream, flooding her ass with his sperm.

THE GIFT:

On Tuesday morning, Allyson took the wax cast to the adult toy store on Mulberry Street. There was a pretty young girl she had not previously met behind the counter. Allyson carefully explained what she wanted to the girl. “I want Ernie to make me a dildo from this wax Bayan escort cast,” she said. The girl eyed her doubtfully. “I don’t know if we can do that,” she said. “Please get Ernie out here,” said Allyson. The girl left and in a few minutes Ernie came through the back door. He was a large man with long uncombed hair and a goatee. His gut extended over the waist of his trousers. He looked rumpled. He wore glasses and looked a little offbeat, like an absent-minded professor. His face was kind and he had very compassionate eyes. He had seen a lot in his business but Allyson was a special friend. “Hi Allyson,” he said, “what can I do for you today.” The girl, standing at the door behind Ernie looked surprised that they knew each other. “I’m one of his best customers,” Allyson told her with a smile.

Starting from the beginning, Allyson explained to Ernie what she wanted. After she finished he stood silently thinking it over. His hand stroked his beard, as he looked Allyson over. Finally he began, “I have something really new and special I think you’ll like,” he said. “It’ll be expense, around five grand, but I know you’re exactly the customer I’ve been developing this for. Come on back, I’ll show you the prototype.”

Ernie told the girl to lock up the shop as Allyson rounded the end of the counter. She followed Ernie to his workshop in the back of the building. The entire room was filled with shelves of vibrators and dildos. Tables were festooned with butt plugs. There were large wooden racks with strange pulleys and eyehooks strung with thick silk rope. Whips and paddles lay on the floor. A riding crop rested on the edge of a small saddle. The saddle itself was oddly shaped and a large, cock shape stud rose from its center in perfect position for a girl to slide it up her pussy were she to sit in the saddle. “What in the world is that?” asked Allyson, pointing out the saddle. “Well,” stammered Ernie, “its for, you know, some people like to get their lovers to wear them, they use a bridle too, and they, um, you know, they ride them. The inside is padded so it won’t chaff the wearer. I made that one for a young lesbian couple on Key West, but I sell a lot of them. I can make them to fit a real horse too. Lots of young ladies buy them.” “I bet they do,” said Allyson, thinking back to her teen years. Her very first orgasm had occurred on the back of a horse during a bareback riding lesson at Miss Tina’s Riding School For Girls. That was a good memory.

Ernie stopped at a large table covered with strange tools, computer chips and small vials of powder. He picked up a large dildo and turned it slowly in the light. “I’ve been designing a new very life-like brand of dildos. Feel that one,” he said as he handed the dong to her. “Good God,” she said, “it’s warm.” She ran her hand over the length of it and almost dropped it in surprise when she felt it throb and squirm slightly in her palm.

“This is a very advanced design,” said Ernie, “There’s a mesh of sensors wrapped around the entire phallus. Inside the head I planted a microcomputer that controls all the mechanisms. It heats up and throbs like the real thing. It runs off a watch battery. Look,” he said, pulling aside a small flap to expose the round silver battery. “Taste it,” he said. Allyson put the tip of the cock to her tongue then she let it slide past her lips. The dildo grew slightly larger lodged in her mouth and, to her surprise, instead of the cold taste of sterile rubber, she tasted a distinct male essence.

“Wow, just like the real thing,” she laughed. “Does it cum too?”

“That’s the best part,” said Ernie. Allyson’s eyebrows raised as she began to fully appreciate the depths of Ernie’s genius.

Turning the phallus over Ernie twisted the base and removed a stainless steel tube about three inches long. The tube had three separate compartments. He opened the end of the first compartment and spilled a small amount of powder into his palm. “This is a special recipe I cooked up,” he said. “It’s entirely organic. You put a few grams here into this compartment…” He poured the powder back into the tube and picked an eye dropper off the workbench. “You add a drop of water to this compartment…” He added the water to the second compartment through a small hole in the tube. “You give it a shake…” he shook the tube, then reinserted it into the fake penis. “What you have here,” he said, “is nothing like the real thing. Work that shaft enough; use enough friction, get it hot and this thing will spew a quart of jizz. Won’t get you pregnant, but it tastes and smells so real you won’t be able to tell the difference.” Allyson looked at him incredulously. “Ask my wife if you don’t believe me,” he said, pointing over her shoulder.

Allyson turned to greet Ernie’s wife Charlotte, a stunning blonde with short hair, long, sultry legs and a dynamite ass. “How have you been doing, baby,” asked Charlotte. “I was wondering when you’d come back around. I see Ernie’s been showing you his latest creation.”

Allyson turned back to Ernie, “make me one,” she said, “and I want you to use the cast I made from Tom.”

“How soon do you want it?” he asked.

“I need it in a couple of days,” she replied. Escort “It’s going to be a gift for Mindy.”

“All right,” said Ernie, a grin spreading across his face. “For you and her I’ll make sure this thing is ready by Friday afternoon.”

At the workbench, the girl from the front counter was turning the wax cast of Tom’s cock over in her hand. “Is this really from your husband?” she asked. “Yes,” said Allyson. “You’re a lucky bitch,” said the girl.

Charlotte and Ernie both laughed. “Allyson,” said Charlotte, “meet my daughter Shawn.” Allyson walked over and gave the girl a hug, laughing. “Yes I am very lucky,” she told her. She looked Shawn over. A little skinny, medium length blonde hair, well toned muscles, small breasts and a tight ass. She was wearing light blue hot pants and a matching midriff shirt. She looked hot.

“Listen girls,” said Ernie, “maybe you three want to play.” He handed the dildo in his hands to Charlotte, then took the wax cast from Shawn. “I’m going to work. Don’t have much time to finish this up.” He walked to the workbench and immediately began tinkering with the various tools and materials on the table.

“Come on upstairs with us,” said Charlotte, leading the way. Allyson and Shawn followed behind. Allyson’s pussy was already beginning to warm up.

Upstairs, Charlotte made them each a drink, and then she led them to the playroom. The floor of the room was covered wall to wall with a thick, soft mat. Pillows were thrown around. “Get Allyson comfortable,” said Charlotte, turning to them both. Shawn immediately came up behind Allyson. Kissing her softly on the back of her neck she reached around and began unbuttoning Allyson’s blouse. Allyson eased into the girl’s caress, feeling Shawn’s small tits rub against her back. Charlotte began to remove her own blouse. One hand held the dildo while the other undid buttons. Allyson’s blouse came off and was tossed to the floor, instantly forgotten. Shawn’s small hand came around again and began unbuttoning her pants. The slacks slid over her hips. “Yummy, “said Charlotte, and Allyson looked down at herself to see a large wet stain spreading from the silk crotch of her cream colored panties. She blushed, then turned in Shawn’s arms, her mouth finding the sweet mouth of the young girl, her tongue frantically twisting with Shawn’s in a deep French kiss. Charlotte was suddenly behind her and she was sandwiched between the two of them. She could feel the heat coming off Charlotte’s body and feel the hard nipples of Charlotte’s tits rubbing across her back. She reached her hand behind and made contact with Charlotte’s crotch, felt the soft down of her pubic mound as her fingers buried themselves into the wet core of Charlotte’s snatch. “Ohhh,” she heard the moan next to her ear.

Shawn slipped sensuously from Allyson’s grasp. She slipped the straps of Allyson’s bra off her shoulders, her lips and tongue caressing the round flesh of each tit before circling the nipple. She used her teeth to nibble and raise the nipples to hard bullets. She slid lower, her tongue dancing in Allyson’s navel, and then her hands eased the panties off Allyson’s hips, letting them slide down to her ankles. Allyson stepped out of them and kicked them away, her fingers still busy inside Charlotte’s pussy. Shawn was licking the skin of Allyson’s shaved pussy her tongue flicking over the extended nut of her clit. Allyson’s cream began to coat her chin. Behind them, Charlotte enjoyed the feel of Allyson’s fingers in her pussy as she rubbed the dildo in the crack of her ass. “God, I need someone to eat my pussy, ” she said. “Help me here, Shawn,” she gestured to her daughter and then began easing Allyson back, laying her down on the mat. She straddled Allyson’s face and lowered her sopping cunt to Allyson’s mouth. “Put you tongue in me you hot little bitch,” she moaned. She handed the warming dildo to Shawn who had stripped, and naked, was now rubbing a nipple into Allyson’s wet cunt. Allyson’s hips were pulsing up and down. “That’s it,” said Charlotte, rubbing her muff over Allyson’s mouth, “lick my cunt. Suck my clit. Oh Allyson, you’re mouth is so fucking good. I’m going to cum all over your face.”

Between Allyson’s legs, Shawn was alternately sucking the fake cock then sliding it deep into Allyson’s pussy. The dildo throbbed and jerked and Shawn could taste the drips of the juice coming out of the tip. “Damn,” she thought, “this thing is heating up already.” Shawn knelt between Allyson’s legs and bent them back until her knees touched her stomach then she began sliding the cock into her hard. She used the thumb of one hand to stimulate Allyson’s clit and she could hardly believe the amount of cream flowing out onto her hands as she hammered the dildo into the woman. Charlotte was shaking and quivering as Allyson’s tongue beat into her. An awesome orgasm swept through her body and she looked down to see her cream splash all over Allyson’s face. She fell off of Allyson’s mouth, her heart racing and her head spinning. “Jesus,” cried out Allyson, her cunt clamping down on the dildo Shawn was pounding into her. She came with a scream almost involuntarily grabbing Shawn by the hair and pulling the young girl’s body down on top of her. Shawn kept the dildo buried as Allyson clawed and grasped at her. She covered Allyson’s mouth with her own, her tongue lashing. She licked the cream off of Allyson’s face as the woman continued to orgasm beneath her.

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The day of Savaric’s first day off after strenuous weeks of learning magic with his Master felt as though he may finally get a moment of normalcy. The sky was a great blue canvas free of the clouds that otherwise usually dot its complexion. The city was loud and alive as he trekked the winding cobblestone roads to the marketplace, where his go-to bathhouse sat stout among the tall buildings and stands of merchandise.

Entering the wooden building, he nods to the owner sitting lazily at the front counter, his eyes pouring over a scroll of writing, and heads into the men’s changing chamber. Savaric peels his clothes off, grateful for the nip of the chilled air against his bare body, rubbing his calloused hands from years in the blacksmith shop his father owned.

Stuffing his trousers, loin cloth, shirt, and mage robes neatly into a wooden cubby carved into a wall of the small room, he opens a door and is greeted by a moist, hot embrace of steam. His body felt relieved, and immediately relaxed. The bathing chamber was small, but stone work curved graciously around a large oval tub cut into the earth, fresh water splashing into the tub from pipes coated with runes of water creation and heat.

Savaric slips eagerly to the tub, sighing as the water consumes him, and he immediately feels his skin begin to soften, his balls loosen between his legs and relax. He rests his head against the stone edge of the tub, his mind wandering over the past weeks working with his master. So much in his life, of him, has changed. He felt like a different person, like the life before his initiation was years behind him. His mind was dulled and his hands were stiff and exhausted from hours and hours of conjuring charms, and precariously inserting them into the physical shell of artifacts to sell. He was working his Master’s shop, or training, leaving little room for bathing other than quick rinses between obligations. Most of his time was spent under his Master’s ardahan escort watchful eye, and having this free time was relieving and a much needed change.

The loud scrape of the door to the bath chamber pulled his alone time to a close, but he didn’t mind, he was in a rather good mood. He opens his eyes, watching through the hazy fixture of steam as two men lumber lazily to the tub, stepping into the water and maneuvering to be across from Savaric. Savaric attempted to withhold his gaze, but ever since his Initiation, his mind, and body stubbornly disregarded the boundaries that his straight male masculinity had built up, that he kept instinctively wanting to return to, but couldn’t. He found himself admiring the two men’s bodies as they slushed through the water to their seats.

One of the men was a slim, but sturdy man he could not recognize. His hair a shock of red locks over his brow, his body hair like live embers trailing down his pale skin. The other man was vaguely familiar. He was a rather full man with a roundish belly and beefy arms, his face was stout and furrowed giving him a naturally skeptical appearance. Though, between his legs, he had a cock Savaric couldn’t help but admire. It’s circumcised head was a hearty lump extending from a veiny stump of a shaft and balls tight against his taint. Savaric shook his head, he had to be mature, he was representing the Mages of the kingdom.

He nodded to them in a friendly manner, and they returned it politely, before sinking into the tub, idly chatting about their days. Thankfully,f or the reluctantly perverted Mage, their goods were hidden beneath the clouded water.

Savaric leaned his head back, closing his eyes again, taking deep breaths of the dense air around him. He found his mind exploring old memories of his magic study at the academy, of days shaping metal under his father’s guidance. Thinking of his father, of his family, left artvin escort a lump in his throat. If his father saw him now, in his particular profession, let alone magic in general, he would truly be smited and disowned, if not already. His father had never truly felt like a father. He was a husk of a man living his days by the bend of societal cues: having a bride because men needed brides, having a son because you couldn’t die a virgin, and you had to pass on the family name, and passing on the family trade to that son, cause who will take up the business when you’re dead? He knew the basic checkpoints of life but was very out of touch with the in between.

Savaric’s thoughts were becoming a swirling bowl, threatening to boil. He had to leave his mother and father, because he couldn’t die in that black smith shop. He wanted to learn magic. Reading the whimsical tales of magical mischief, or tales of brave sorcerers turning back the tide of war, as a child he knew what he wanted to do in his life, even though he was a peasant, a black smith. He wanted to help make the world a better place. After leaving everything behind, he had no family, no friends, until…

Suddenly a tingling sensation set into his lower abdominals. He readjusted his sitting position in the water, craning his neck, fighting off the peculiar feeling that was growing inside of him. Whatever it was,was riveting up his legs, swimming through stomach and chest. The reaction in his body violently rises to a burning intensity, boiling his blood, and Savaric’s heart begins to pound profusely.

That’s when the presence of a tongue trailing across his cock appears beneath the water. He jerks abruptly, gasping and stealing the attention from the two men across from him.

“Oh, it’s- NOTHING!”

His lower body spasmed as the tongue pressed into his glands, digging in, testing his piss slit. The men look at Savaric’s flushed and contorting aydın escort face, but decidedly brush it off, returning their attention to each other and their conversation.

Savaric peered into the water. There was no one there, it was him and the two men across from him. What is happening?

Heat smoothed and ripened up and down his chest and abdominals, Savaric clenched his fists, fighting off the sensations threatening to take over, but the invisible tongue was going to town on his cock. It peeled back the foreskin with unseen lips, and it took strenuous effort for Savaric to not groan at the pleasure wracking through his body.

His cock was fattening up at an alarmingly fast rate. He willed his erection to dampen, but the tongue caressed him, coiling around his extending and beefing shaft. Suddenly it occurred to Savaric that the tongue was long. Inhumanly long.

A lizard tongue.

Master.

His cock heaved out of the surface of the bath water uncontrollably, a hefty cannon, its thick mass sticking out from between his legs, splaying onto his stomach, completely at the will of his mischievous Master’s skillful servicing.

Panicking, Savaric jumps out of the water, trying to turn and cover up his throbbing member, but not before the two men get a good glance. His face red, steaming with anger and uncontrollable lust, Savaric didn’t look to see the reaction of his bath-mates. He ran into the changing chamber just as one of the men began to say something:

“What the hell, was that guy-“

He didn’t want to hear the rest. He dresses himself as best as he could, and nearly crumbles to one knee as the invisible tongue delves into unexplored ground, living his balls playfully, teeth pulling them down just enough to drive Savaric mad and his cock too jerk heartily in his trousers. He shrugs on a shirt, attempting to hide his spasming member by tucking it upwards into his waistband, and hiding the exposed flesh with his shirt. A bulbous hump was clearly visible, but this was all he could do. The MC, trying as best as he could to stay coordinated, left the bath house, not saying anything to the owner, and made a beeline to Aragog’s Home of Sexual Artifacts, where someone was getting a talking to.

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Authors note.

What a year 2020 was. I can’t say this year has started off any better. But we can only go forward. I’ll keep this short and let you get into the action.

Thank you all for being patient with me. And thank you for the emails showing your support for myself and my family throughout the later part of last year. I hope you all had a good Christmas and New year.

Peace out. Stay safe.

Darth_Aussie.

P.S Harem sisters part 17 isn’t far behind.

Chapter 11

My heart raced as I took the empty seat across the table from Amanda. I had been expecting this conversation ever since the night we kissed. The fact that she had seemed so chill the day after made me believe she hadn’t remembered our drunken make-out session on the steps to my flat. Or that it didn’t bother her. But the tremble in her hands, the tone of her voice, and the look of freshly wiped away tears on her cheeks told me otherwise.

“Amanda…” I started to say, but she cut me off.

“I’m sorry Nick.”

I stared blankly at the black-haired beauty sitting across from me as he refused to make eye contact.

“What do you have to be sorry about?” I asked.

“What I did was wrong. I have a boyfriend and I shouldn’t have kissed you,” she said. “And…you’re my brother.”

“It’s as much my fault as it is yours,” I replied, trying to calm her down. “I kissed you back.”

“But you’re our guest here,” she pleaded. “I shouldn’t have put you in a position like that. I can’t imagine how difficult this must be for you. Coming to a new country and trying to fit in with sisters you never knew you had.”

“It can’t be easy for any of us,” I reached over and took her hand in mine. Thankfully, she didn’t pull away. “This isn’t exactly a normal situation.”

“It’s not the same for us. We knew you existed. Somewhere,” she said, squeezing my hand a little. “I knew I had a brother out there and I couldn’t wait to meet him one day. I just didn’t expect…”

My heart thumped heavily in my chest at her words. I wanted nothing more than to take this beautiful woman in my arms and console her. But I guessed that might make things worse considering the current topic of conversation. Several seconds of silence passed.

“Didn’t expect what?” I asked, almost in a whisper.

“You,” she said, finally meeting my eyes. “I’m so messed up.”

“You’re not messed up,” I said reassuringly.

“Really?” she almost laughed. “You look just like Dad. That alone should put you in the ‘off-limits’ section of men. But instead I go falling for you the second I see you.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to her admittance of how she felt. The moment I saw Amanda it felt like I’d met my soulmate. She was everything I ever dreamed of in a woman. Only she had to be my half-sister. I had developed similar feelings for my other siblings during my short time in Australia. But nothing could top the heart-stopping image of Amanda that day.

“I feel the same way,” I said softly. “Since the first time I saw you. I don’t know what it is. But…you’re special.”

I had averted my gaze as I spoke—not game enough to meet her eyes—but when I looked up, our eyes locked. Her beautiful blue orbs gazed into mine for what felt like an eternity. Fresh tears threatened to disturb her beautiful eyes as we lost ourselves in the moment.

I loved this woman. There was no denying it.

“We can’t.”

The words hit home like a cricket ball to the nuts. I felt my stomach drop as her hand left mine. I sat frozen in mind and body as I watched my perfect woman rise to her feet and take a step away from the small table.

“I’m sorry, Nick. But…we can’t,” she repeated as if she were trying to convince herself. “Dinner will be ready shortly.”

I watched in silence as she turned to leave. I begged whatever gods there were to make her look back, just once. But not once did she even hint at glancing over her shoulder. I screamed at myself to get to my feet and go after her. But somehow, I knew that would be the wrong move to make. It could make things worse. Not that I was sure that could happen right now.

I chain-smoked another two cigarettes before finally mustering the courage to head down to the house. Dinner would be served by now, and I had to face the music. I was determined to not let the issues between Amanda and myself affect the rest of the family.

Dinner was challenging. Both Amanda and I did out best to keep things as normal as possible. The last thing that this family needed was a rift because of us. Mel gave me a few curious looks before shifting her gaze back to Amanda. She knew something had happened and would probably question me about it sooner rather than later. The petite, white-haired girl scared me a little with how protective she was of her sisters. She was also the only one who knew the entire story. But she was also the only one I could think of to talk hatay escort to about the shitstorm I had created.

Erica spent most of the meal eye-fucking the shit out of me from across the table. The dribble of sauce on her chin was most definitely left there on purpose until I looked her way. When she licked it off with a practiced lap of her enticing tongue, blood shot to my penis immediately.

Throughout the entire dinner, sweet Emily was oblivious to everything. She chatted with the entire table about the day we had spent together and what she was looking forward to—and not—about going back to university. She flashed me a few smiles when our eyes met, and I tried my best to act as normal as possible.

I excused myself as soon as I was done eating—not even bothering to offer to help clean up—and retreated to the small sanctuary of my flat. At least here I could clear my head and think about what I should do next.

The logical solution for me was to try and find a place of my own so I could distance myself from my sisters and the roiling emotions I felt for them. I sat on my couch as the TV ran in the background, sorting through my thoughts. Maybe Amanda was right. I knew I loved her, and I could tell she felt the same way about me. But it wasn’t right. Nothing I was doing with my newfound sisters was right. There were plenty of girls out there for me to meet, date and fuck. Why did I have to get such a hard-on for the ones that I’m not supposed to? It could be the allure of something forbidden. But that had never really appealed to me in the past. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear the door open.

“Hey, Nick. Are you okay?”

I turned my head to see Emily standing in the open door. Once again, she seemed to be wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.

“Not really,” I sighed.

“Can I do anything to help?” she asked, closing the door and sliding over to sit beside me.

“Probably not,” I replied.

“Well. I can try,” she smiled, then kissed me on the cheek.

Emily’s arms wrapped around me and I felt her t-shirt clad body slide up against mine. The feel of her body was intoxicating, and I wanted to drink her in until I passed out from the sheer pleasure of being in her presence.

“I can’t wait to sleep next to you again,” she said in a soft whisper. “You make me feel safe.”

I knew Emily wasn’t trying to be seductive—it just wasn’t in her character—but damn was she giving Erica a run for her money. I was rock hard in seconds, and I wanted nothing more than to tear that useless t-shirt away and explore her naked body. I wanted…no, I needed to kiss, touch and lick every part of her body. I wanted to enter her as I heard my name upon her lips.

I was losing control of the situation. Amanda was right, I couldn’t do this. Especially with Emily.

With more willpower than I thought I could ever possess, I gently pried Emily’s arms from around me and put a healthy distance between us.

“I’m sorry, Em. We have to stop,” I said, unable to meet her eyes.

“But…” she replied softly. “We aren’t doing anything wrong.”

My heart stopped at the hurt in her voice. But I stood my ground. “I’m your older brother. I’m actually the eldest in the family. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this.”

I waited several moments before being able to lift my eyes and look at the most innocent of my siblings. She was kneeling on the couch, her hands folded in her lap, hanging her head.

“I understand,” she replied softly. “I’m sorry.”

Emily jumped to her feet and dashed for the front door. I thought I heard a muffled sob as she ripped the door open and darted out into the night. The screen door slammed shut behind her, and I was suddenly left feeling like I’d been given a back massage by a herd of cattle in a pasture full of shit.

“Fuck me,” I whispered to myself, then shut the TV off and headed for bed.

I must have been lying in bed for nearly an hour before I heard the front door open again. I started to wonder if maybe Emily had come back to yell at me for being an asshole, or maybe Amanda had come to change her mind. A lot of good that would do now that I’d just crushed Emily’s feelings. Then I remembered Erica.

The last place I wanted to be when the seductive vixen found me was lying in bed. I highly doubted I could control myself if she sauntered in here and climbed into bed with me. I quickly pulled a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on before making my way to the living room. What I saw made me wish I were still waiting in bed for my sister’s late-night visit.

Erica stood in my living room wearing a black crop-top that looked to be several sizes too small, and a tiny G-string that looped over her wide hips. Her thin waist, flat stomach and smooth legs looked incredibly enticing. But it was the subtle purse of her lips and smouldering look in her blue eyes that could make a eunuch hard. A small leather choker with a single silver ığdır escort ring encircled her flawlessly smooth throat and completed her minimalistic outfit.

I knew what I needed to do. But I wasn’t happy about it one bit.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” Erica said, sauntering over to me.

I stood in a trance as I watched her gracefully cross the short distance between us. One leg in-front of the other as her hips swayed with an exaggeration of her movements. Erica stopped less than a metre away from me and ran her hands up her thighs, over her hips and along her stomach until they reached her heavy breasts. She was quite obviously not wearing a bra, and I nearly burst a hole in my shorts when she gave her tits a firm squeeze.

“Erica…” I started to say, but she spoke over me.

“I bet your hands feel much better,” she cooed, running her hands along her body. “You can do whatever you want to me, Nick.”

I was fighting a losing battle with my own willpower. I was so horny that I just wanted to forget that this wet dream made flesh was related to me and spend the whole night exploring her body and fucking her senseless. I knew it would be amazing. Erica knew it too. But there would be consequences. Amanda had already planted the seed of doubt, and Emily had already been hurt by my refusal for something as simple as sharing a bed. It would be cruel to take Erica to bed after having done that to her.

“We can’t do this,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I’d like you to leave so I can get some sleep.”

The look of shock was plain on the gorgeous woman’s face. She had come up here expecting a night of mind-blowing sex—after earlier today, I couldn’t fault her for it—and now I was turning her away. This would make it the third time she’d come to me in the night, only to find me with another girl in my bed the first two times. I can’t imagine what she must be feeling right now.

“But…” she stammered. “Earlier you said. . .”

“I know what I said,” I closed my eyes, summoning the willpower to follow through. “But we can’t do this. I’m your brother. We shouldn’t have even toyed with the idea of sleeping together.”

There was a deafening stretch of silence as I waited for an outburst from Erica. She was easily the most outspoken of my siblings, and I was expecting her to yell, curse and maybe even throw something at me. She wasn’t accustomed to being rejected.

“I understand,” she said softly.

I had to process her reply for a moment before I fully registered what she had said. Her tone was quiet, and her words were dejected. I still had my eyes closed—not trusting myself to look at her right now—so I opened them slowly to see the once confident goddess of a woman standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her body drawn in. She was no longer displaying herself to me.

“Erica…” I started to say.

“No,” she snapped with a little of her venom. “Nick…just shut up.”

There were tears in her eyes now. She looked to have been holding them back, but she could only hold them for so long. The perfectly applied eyeliner now had small rivulets running down her cheeks, and I could see the hurt and rejection in her eyes.

“I didn’t know this meant so much to you,” I said, taking a step towards her.

“Because I’m just some dumb slut?” she snapped in reply.

“No,” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t move away from my touch. “Guys only want me for one thing anyway. It’s just a strange feeling to be dumped before the sex.”

“I’m doing this before we make a mistake,” I said, not touching on the subject of how she usually dates and dumps guys. There may be more to that story. But it wasn’t important now.

“Would it be so bad?” she said, looking me in the eyes. “We could keep it a secret.”

“Could you imagine trying to keep something like that from the rest of the family?” I answered.

“I wouldn’t be able to,” Erica sighed heavily.

I pulled her into a hug, and her arms encircled my waist as she buried her face into my chest. I ignored the feel of her body against mine well enough—the mood really had been killed—and just focused on comforting my sister.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” she asked with a muffled voice.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I replied, although it did sound nice.

“Let me get changed and it’ll be easier,” she said, wiping her cheeks.

I pushed Erica out to look her in the eyes. I saw the real girl behind the make-up, expensive clothes and bitchy attitude. I saw my sister for the first time. And I felt my heartbeat quicken for her.

“It isn’t the clothes you wear. Or don’t wear. You’d look amazing in a potato sack,” I laughed.

“I’ll have you know, I can totally rock a potato sack,” Erica replied with a small smile. “It’s about how you modify it.”

“Noted. But it isn’t what you wear or how you ısparta escort wear it. It’s what’s up here,” I tapped on her temple gentle. “That makes you who you are and irresistible to me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to blow you?” Erica asked with a serious look. “Because that’s about the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me and I think it deserves a reward.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her—what I hoped—inappropriate timing for humour. Or maybe it was appropriate. We both seemed to find it funny and it had lightened the mood.

“I’ll have to pass,” I shook my head. “But thank you.”

“Your loss,” Erica shrugged.

I was glad to see her back to her normal self. Well…at least as normal as she could be. My family had some issues, but I loved them.

“Sooooo?” Erica asked after a minute had passed. “Can I stay with you? I could really use the company.”

I mulled it over for half a minute as I weighed the risks and consequences of sharing a bed with Erica. I was somewhat sure I could keep my hands to myself during the night—I was quite tired already—and it was just two adults sharing a bed. I’d sent Emily away earlier for wanting the same thing, so I kind of felt bad about considering letting Erica stay. But we’d both gone a lot further in the short time I’d been here. Cutting it off so abruptly with Emily was a good way to stop it from getting any worse before I could end it. Maybe something as simple as sharing a bed might help put the brakes on whatever this was between Erica and myself.

“Okay,” I nodded. “But you have to get changed.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t what I wore?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It isn’t,” I smiled, shaking my head. “But that definitely won’t help me sleep.”

“Okay,” Erica grinned. “But you have to keep your shirt on too. If you go topless, so do I.”

“Deal,” I nodded.

I tore my eyes away as Erica left through the front door to go and change. Trying to fight the image in my head of our naked bodies entwined in my bed during the middle of the night. Maybe a cold shower was a good idea before bed.

Knowing I didn’t have much time before Erica would return, I stripped off and jumped in the shower, leaving the water on cold. I shivered my way through a quick scrub down and was out of the shower in record time. The icy water had done the job of cooling my blood, but it had also banished any vestiges of sleep from my mind.

“Better than a perpetual boner,” I muttered to myself as I dressed.

Erica was just re-entering my flat as I left the bathroom. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail and she had changed into baggy black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Her figure was concealed by her new outfit, but nothing could banish her natural beauty.

“Ready for bed?” she smiled.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

It took us a few minutes to get situated on the large bed, so we were both comfortable. I opted to sleep with my back to Erica to minimize the chances of any hanky-panky in the middle of the night. We had agreed to just share the bed, but I had a feeling her libido was playing up just as much as mine was and I didn’t think it would take much to rip away the flimsy barrier of restraint.

This was such a bad idea.

“Nick?” Erica spoke softly in the darkness.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Even with our backs to each other, I could feel the warmth of her body. I felt frustrated that I couldn’t feel her skin and frustrated at myself for feeling that. Sleep came, but it was a long time of staring into the darkness.

I wasn’t sure how long I had slept for—I had no idea what time it was when we went to bed, let alone when I actually fell asleep—but it was still dark outside when my eyes flickered open. A quick glance out the window showed a sliver of sunlight on the horizon as the dark sky slowly began to brighten into early morning.

Back home, I would often wake with the rising sun and get a jump on my tasks for the day. Since coming to Australia, I had become lazy. Sleeping in and laying about the house most of the time. I hadn’t been here for even a week, yet I felt like I could be doing so much more with my time. Maybe the reason I was trying to fuck my family members daily was because I was cooped up in the house. I needed to release some stress and energy.

Erica was still fast asleep—snoring softly—so I was able to slip out of bed easily without waking her. She lay sprawled on her back, the covers kicked off. Her oversized shirt had ridden up her stomach, and her sweatpants had slid down her hips. The combination left me with a sight that nearly broke my resistance once more. Her shirt had bunched up under her breasts, giving me a peek at the swell of her under-boob that teased her perfection. Along with an unobstructed viewing of her smooth figure, right down to the top of her visibly hairless mound. By the looks of it, Erica hadn’t worn any underwear.

I let my eyes drink her in for a minute before tearing them away. I had seen her in far less—even in the nude—so I wasn’t sure why this was so appealing to me. Feeling frustrated once more, I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a fresh t-shirt before I pulled on my running shoes—grabbed my wallet and keys—and quietly left my flat to go for a morning run.

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This tale was up to over forty-six thousand words when I saw the light, and decided to break it up! This first part deals with a mother’s reaction when she learns that her son fantasizes about fucking her. Enjoy! (I hope … )

A couple of notes: there are email messages and chat messages in this opus. I’ve used simple italics for the emails, and the chat messages are preceded by left angle bracket –

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I had my feet up, fighting sleep as I pretended to watch a stupid film on television, when the phone rang. Caller ID said it was Ben’s cell phone, so I picked up the handset.

“Hi, son. What’s up?”

“Hi, Mom. Um, I need you to do me a favor, please?”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, Mom, it’s easy. I need a file that’s on my PC. I forgot to copy it when I came back to college last month after the break. If you could email it to me?”

“I think I can manage that. Do you want to hold on, or shall I ring you back when the computer is running?”

“Ring me back, please, Mom? Um, Mom? You’ll need my user-name and password.”

“Ah, yes. Good thinking, son. Just a moment until I grab a pencil … okay, shoot.”

“Okay, Mom, user name is benjie. B, e, n, j, i, e. All lower case.”

“Okay, got that. Password?”

He paused a moment. “Um, it’s SexySarah

. Capital S, lower case e, x, y, uppercase S, then lowercase a, r, a and h. Then the number sign, and digit 1. No spaces. Okay?”

I read it back to him, my mind whirling. Sexy Sarah, huh? That’s my name, Sarah. Not sure about the sexy, although I had really enjoyed sex with my late husband. A lot. “Okay, son, I’ll ring you back in about ten minutes, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. Love you. ‘Bye.” He hung up and I replaced the handset, slowly. Was I making too much of it? Highly probable. I laughed and made my way up to his room. We had the space, and we’d converted a large closet into an office for him. He had his PC and printer on the desk, and plenty of filing space for his papers. I switched the computer on and waited for it to go through the boot procedure, then entered his user name and password. Bingo! I reached for the phone near his desk and dialed his cell phone. He answered on the first ring.

“Hi, Mom. All ready to go?”

“Sure thing, son. What am I looking for?”

“Open the file manager, and look for a folder labeled ‘College’.”

“Um, okay, yep, got that. Now what?”

“Open the ‘College’ folder. There are other folders in that one. The one I want is labeled ‘C++’. Open that, and find a folder labeled ‘Project’. If you could attach that folder to an email and send it?”

“Two minutes. I’ll just put the phone down.” Blessing the fact that both Ben and my late husband Jack had made sure I knew my way around a computer, I opened up Ben’s email program, typed up a quick note, addressed the email to his college address, and attached the folder. I checked, yes, everything okay, and clicked on ‘send’. I picked the phone up again. “Ben?”

“Hi, Mom. Everything okay?”

“The folder’s on its way. Do you want me to hold until you check?”

“Sure thing, Mom, if you don’t mind?”

“No problem, son. Tonight’s TV is rubbish, I’d rather talk to my son. Everything going okay?”

“Mostly, Mom, except that Jill broke it off. To be honest, I’d been expecting it. She’s a lovely girl, but we had nothing in common.”

“Too bad, son.” I laughed. “You can concentrate on your exams now.”

“Yeah, right. Hey, just a second, Mom. Yeah, the email just arrived. A moment until I check it … um, yes, the files are there. Thanks, Mom, you just saved me a lot of work.”

“Okay, son. Tasks like that I don’t mind, but don’t make a habit of it, okay?”

He laughed. “No way, Mom. Thanks again, and bye for now.”

“Bye, son. Take care, and good luck in the exams.”

“Thanks, Mom. Bye.” He hung up, and I replaced my own handset. About to switch off the PC I caught sight of the corner of a folder on his desk. A paper – a photo – was sticking out a little and I saw what looked like bare skin. I was about to reach for it, then stopped myself. Invasion of Ben’s privacy, Sarah. I fought my inner devil for a moment, but the devil won and I reached for the folder. I opened it and stopped dead. It was a photo, yes, and I had seen bare skin. A lot of it, in fact, because the subject of the photo was a naked woman. Now a mere nude wouldn’t have stopped me dead. After all, my son was male, only twenty-one, and as far as I knew was as horny as the next guy. He’d had girlfriends and I was pretty sure that more than one of them had been bedmates, too.

No, what stopped me dead was the subject of the photo, because it was me, totally naked, and there was no way Ben could have a nude photo of me. I knew that, because I’d never been naked in his presence. I took a closer look at the photo, then realized. Yes, it actually was me, but the photo had been taken about Escort bayan five years earlier, before Jack died, and the three of us, plus Ben’s then girlfriend, Rhonda, had been to the beach for the day. Somehow, despite my reservations, I’d let Rhonda persuade me to buy a bikini for the trip. Now, I look after myself, eat carefully and exercise regularly, and I think my figure is pretty good. My tits aren’t particularly big, but as my late husband always said, ‘anything more than a handful is wasted,’ and I hadn’t drooped much at all over the years. In fact, they still looked – and felt – pretty good to me. I looked closely at the photo and smiled. Definitely not my tits. The size and shape were about right, yes, but my areolae are bigger. I guessed Ben must have manipulated the photo. I laughed and went to put it back, but then a thought struck me. Why on earth would Ben want a nude photo of his mother?

For a sexually experienced widow of forty-one I can be incredibly naive at times. Why does any virile young heterosexual male keep a picture of a naked woman near his bed? Masturbation stimulus, that’s why! But his mother? Ben was masturbating to thoughts of me? I was trying to be annoyed but my innate honesty recognized the self-delusion, and I felt a hot flush run through me, centered between my legs. The thought of Ben jacking off to a picture of me was getting me sexually excited!

I sat back, thinking hard. That I ought to be shocked, even disgusted, I recognized and discarded. I understood sex drive, oh yes. Jack and I had had an active sexual life. I loved to be fucked, and he loved to fuck me. Now, for reasons which completely escaped me, I was thinking of being fucked by my son. Not only that, but the thought was exciting me! I shook my head, and went to put the picture back in the folder, but a slip of paper in the folder caught my eye. A list of website addresses. I looked closer, recognizing one or two of them as porn sites Jack and I had looked at for occasional stimulus. Not that we needed it, because just the sight of each other naked was enough to trigger a mutually satisfying sex session, but yes, sometimes we got ideas. There were other site addresses I didn’t recognize, though. A couple of things caught my eye, references to MILFs, whatever they were, and ‘mothers and sons’. I thought for a moment or two, and then reached for the keyboard, opening the browser and keying in the first address.

Half an hour later I sat back, pensive, closing the browser and preparing to close down the computer. I paused, thinking. He had the list of websites, but did Ben have anything saved on his computer? A few minutes searching and I thought I might have found something, but when I tried to open the folder, I found it was password-protected. Would his main password work? Yes! Well, almost. It was actually SexySarah

. I opened the folder and started to browse.

When I finally got around to shutting down the computer an hour or so later, I had a lot to think about. Primarily, whether to confront Ben about it. In all honesty, what I had done was invade my son’s privacy, and that was a trust I wasn’t prepared to break casually. But what I had read on Ben’s computer indicated that the idea of fucking his mother was high on his list of desires. I’d found out what a MILF was – ‘a mom I’d like to fuck.’ He’d even made a list. Top of the list was me, and I wasn’t quite sure what I thought about that, but his aunt Carol was there, too, as were Jenny Collins and Alice Jensen, two neighbors. Sisters, they were both younger than me, Jenny by about a year, her sister Alice nearer three, but both of them at least sixteen or seventeen years older than Ben. If I included myself, all of the women on Ben’s list were attractive, intelligent older women. It seemed that whatever else was involved, and I wasn’t prepared to go there, not yet, at least my son showed good taste in his choice of older women! Although it was only mid-evening, I was a little tired and got ready for bed. I lay in bed for ages thinking, thinking about my son’s obvious desire to fuck his mom. That the thought excited me, I admitted freely. Whether I’d do anything about it I just didn’t know, and my sleep was restless when I finally dozed off.

Jack’s will and insurance had left us comfortable, but I still need to work to bring in some cash, cash I could use to put the occasional luxury into our lives, so for four-and-a half days a week, plus the occasional weekend cover, I work in real estate. Usually in the office, occasionally filling in to show prospective customers around properties we had on the books. I finished at midday on a Friday and usually had at least a coffee, sometimes lunch, with my sister Carol. Fifteen months older than me, Carol was another single mother. In her case, of twins, Tony and Tina, a year or so older than Ben. Carol wasn’t a widow, but divorced. Because she’d had a good lawyer the divorce settlement was good, and she, like me, was comfortable Bayan escort but needed to work for the luxuries. Carol worked for the firm of lawyers who had handled her divorce. Because she was a good employee, a paralegal, the partner who handled the divorce for her, Alicia Juarez, had charged her only for actual costs, doing the rest of the work pro bono. Anyway, enough of that. The offices where we worked were only a couple of blocks apart so, as I said, we had a coffee or lunch together on a Friday.

Carol and I are close, and she’d always looked out for me as we were growing up, and as we moved apart and into relationships, and then marriage, we remained good friends. I knew I could ask her about just about anything and know that I’d get an honest answer. I’d dithered for a few days but decided I needed to ask her about Ben’s fantasy. This Friday was a lunch day, and we went to one of our favorites, Bambina. Italian, good food, reasonable prices. As usual, it was busy, and conversation was difficult, private conversation impossible. Not to worry, because it was a fine summer day. On fine summer days we took coffee-to-go and went and sat in a little park a block away. Nearly always quiet during the day, maybe a few pre-school children and their mothers in the play area, but the benches were set well apart and it was easy to spot anyone getting close enough to eavesdrop. We sat, and as usual, I kicked off my shoes, wriggling my toes.

Carol laughed. “You always do that.”

I shrugged. “I know. I guess I just like to wriggle my toes. Heck, I usually walk around barefoot at home.”

“You always did.” She looked at me. “Something on your mind, little sister?”

I nodded. “I guess. Something came up and I’m not sure what to do about it.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m not sure, but I do need advice.”

“So shoot.”

I took a deep breath. “Carol, what does a woman do when she finds out her son has manipulated a photo of her into a nude photo, and fantasizes about fucking her?”

For the first time ever that I could remember, Carol didn’t give me a straight answer. In fact, she stared at me, then flushed and looked away for a moment, then back at me.

“I’m not sure I can answer that one, sis,” she said quietly. We gazed at each other for a long, tense moment, then she gave me a little smile. “Can I tell you something in confidence, Sarah, and will you promise never to say anything to anybody, ever?”

Wow, this was heavy! “I so swear, Carol. Nothing to anybody, ever, except on your say-so. Okay?”

She nodded. “I’ve never known you break your word in my life, sis.” She took a deep breath. “The reason I can’t advise is that I’m compromised, or more probably, biased.” She held my eyes with hers. “I’ve been fucking Tony for almost three months now.”

I sat back, stunned, staring at her, but then, I couldn’t help it, I grinned. “Is it good?”

Carol exploded in a snort of laughter. “Sarah, it’s fucking marvelous!”

“So, how did this happen?”

“You know Tina works late at the hospital, every other Friday?” I nodded. “Well, after a couple of scares from other late travelers, and some persuasion from her workmate, Nancy, Tina spends every other Friday at Nancy’s place, after they’ve finished work. Tina says they spend most of the night just talking and chilling out together. She says it’s fun. Well, as you no doubt realize, that leaves Tony and me alone together every other Friday?”

“Yes. And?”

“Well, one Friday I’d been out with the girls from the office. I felt a bit out of it, as they’re all younger than me, so I left earlier than I’d planned, almost two hours earlier than I’d told Tony I’d be home. I guess he must have been feeling horny, because when I went in, he was on the couch in the living room, buck naked, masturbating to a porn film he was watching on our big-screen TV.”

“Wow! So, what happened?”

Carol grinned. “I’m not quite certain. Anyhow, when he realized I was there, he tried to make a dash for his bedroom, I think, but tripped, and almost knocked himself out. I was down on my knees beside him, trying to reassure him, to tell him that masturbation was natural and normal, and that even I masturbated, when I realized I had his cock in my hand and was jacking him off.” She shrugged. “Still not sure how it happened, but next thing I knew his cock was in my mouth and I was swallowing what seemed like a gallon of his jizz. After that, it’s a blur, maybe I’d had too much to drink, but I remember helping him to undress me, and teaching him to eat me. He gave me a woozer of a climax, too. Of course he was hard again by then so it seemed natural to fuck, right there on the floor in front of the TV, with the porn film still playing. We went to bed together and I guess we must have fucked another three or four times that night and next morning. We got up and had breakfast, but neither of us said anything. I think we were both embarrassed.”

“Well, Escort since you just told me the two of you fuck every other Friday, somebody must have said something?”

“Not then. In fact, not until the next Friday that Tina was working late. Tony stayed in his room, and I just sat in the living room, brooding. It got so I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I went to my bedroom, stripped naked and then went along to his room. I walked in and said, ‘well, are you going to fuck me or just play with yourself?’ He got the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on his face and just ripped his clothes off, held out his hand and said, ‘your bed or mine?’ I said, ‘we’re already here, so yours’, and we went at it like a couple of sex-starved mink. This time we talked, we talked a lot, in fact, and we agreed no-one should ever know, but any night we knew Tina would be away, we’d sleep together. Apart from that, if we had the opportunity and knew we had the time, we’d fuck.” Carol shrugged and sat back. “Well, sis, there you have it, the reason I can’t, won’t, advise you on whether to fuck Ben or not.”

I reached out and took her hand, squeezing her fingers. “Thanks, sis, for trusting me enough to tell me.” I made a face. “Doesn’t help me with my problem, though. I still don’t know what to do.”

“Well the first question you have to answer is, do you want to fuck Ben?” said Carol.

“I don’t know. Oh, hell, who am I kidding? Yes, I do, but I’m scared I’ll do something stupid and ruin our relationship.” I felt a great relief at finally admitting it to myself, never mind Carol. She reached out and took my hand.

“How did you find out he wanted to fuck you? Or, at least, how did you find out about his fantasy?”

“Almost by accident,” I said, and went on to tell her about how I’d spotted the photo, and how it had led me to search his computer. “Carol, I feel guilty. I invaded Ben’s privacy, and I have no idea how to take the next step, letting him know that I know about his fantasy.”

“Yeah, sis, you have a problem.” Carol looked at her watch, and went on. “Sorry, Sarah, but I have to get back to work. Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Nothing special. Why?”

“How about I think about this overnight and maybe come around to your place tomorrow?” She grinned. “Not tonight, that’s for sure. Tonight is a ‘fuck my son’ Friday!”

I laughed. “Enjoy yourself! Okay, sis, tomorrow morning? Or afternoon?”

“Make it afternoon. I may stay in bed a while tomorrow morning!” She grinned. “Around two?”

“Fine. I’ll have the coffee on.”

She stood, and then paused. “Sarah, I’m glad I’ve been able to tell somebody.” She gave me a lopsided grin. “See ya, sis.”

“See ya.”

Carol went off back to work and I sat in the sunshine for a while, musing. I laughed. Well, if I did fuck Ben, I wouldn’t be the first one in the family committing incest. If I did, that is, and I still wasn’t completely sure about it, although a growing part of me was saying ‘yes’! Quite insistently, too.

Next day being Saturday, I pottered around for a while sorting clothes out for the wash and setting the washer away, made a quick trip to the mart for some groceries I needed, then made myself a chicken salad sandwich for lunch. The clock seemed to be going slower than ever, but at five past two I heard Carol’s car on our driveway. I’d left the door open for her, and by the time she came in I had our coffees and a plate of cookies ready.

“Afternoon, sis,” she said as she came in, casual in cut-off blue jeans and a sleeveless tank top. Bra-less, too, I noticed, but then I was as well, my only garments being a loose summer dress and panties.

“Take a seat and help yourself to cookies,” I said, suiting my own action to the thought. We both took a sip of coffee and set our cups down on the coffee table, then Carol turned to me.

“Any decision on the Ben front yet, Sarah?”

I made a face. “Still dithering.” I grinned. “Good night last night?”

Carol laughed. “Fucking-A, sis, absolutely fucking-A. I don’t know what got into Tony but he was tireless. I still feel a tad tender this morning.”

“Lucky you. Any thoughts?”

“On your Ben dilemma?” I nodded. “Yes, a few,” she said, then took a sip of her coffee. “Sneaky, that’s me. Tony and I had just finished a bout last night, and I said to him, sort of kidding, ‘do you think your cousin Ben would want to fuck your Aunt Sarah like this?’ He didn’t hesitate. ‘Oh, he does, he told me, but he says he can’t think of a way to approach her without offending her. He’s a tad frustrated is cousin Ben.’ That was the first hint I’d heard that they even discussed such things, by the way. I was a little concerned so I asked him if he’s told Ben about us, but he said no, quite categorically. He said he also acted the frustrated would-be mother-fucker around Ben.”

“Just as well,” I said. “So, any thoughts?”

“Tell me, sis, what was your honest reaction to seeing the photo Ben had manipulated? Disgust, or something else?”

I thought for a moment, trying to analyze my feelings. “Shock, at first, then I realized I felt flattered that he thought of me as being worthy jack-off material.”

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Ich war etwas aufgeregt, als ich an ihrer Tür klingelte. Wie werden wohl ihre Kinder auf den “Neuen” reagieren? Seit einigen Wochen traf ich mich mit Bea meist in der Stadt, um dort bei Bedarf ein Hotelzimmer zu nehmen. Sie wollte es mit den Kindern “langsam angehen lassen”, wie sie sich ausdrückte. Kennengelernt haben wir uns über eine Zeitungsannonce, genauer: ihre Annonce. Kein Internet, wie derzeit üblich, sondern ganz altbacken auf Papier. “Alleinst. Mutter (39), schlk., brün., nicht unattrakt. sucht m. zum Anlehnen und evtl. mehr. Chiffre 1234” – kurz und bündig, das machte mich neugierig. Also schrieb ich ihr. Und das kam wohl gut an, denn ziemlich schnell kam eine Antwort mit der Bitte um ein Bild. Sie selber hatte ihres beigelegt und wirklich untertrieben. Sie war nicht nur “nicht unattraktiv”, sie sah toll aus. Hoffentlich ein echtes Bild von ihr. Aber bei Zeitungsannoncen sind fakes nicht so gängig wie bei diesen Internetbörsen. Auch mein Bild schien sie nicht abzuschrecken, so dass wir uns keine 14 Tage später das erste Mal in einer Kneipe (und nicht in einem Café mit Rose in der Hand!) trafen.

Es war kaum zu fassen. Sie sah in natura nochmal eine ganze Stufe besser aus. Ich war hin und weg, konnte kaum einen zusammenhängenden Begrüßungssatz rauslassen. Auch ihr Outfit war phänomenal. Jeans mit einem Top, das einiges von ihre Figur erahnen ließ, ohne falsch zu wirken. So hätte ich sie glatt zehn Jahre jünger geschätzt, was mir mein Alter noch deutlicher bewusst machte. “Hi”, sagte sie und gab mir die Hand. Mein Gestammel überging sie einfach. Sie hielt meine Hand und zog mich daran neben sich. Womit die Frage, wie lange wir uns wohl förmlich gegenübersitzen gleich erledigt war. Sie sah mich von der Seite an. “Ja, dein Foto hat nicht gelogen, so hab ich mir dich vorgestellt”, meinte sie trocken und legte dabei so ganz beiläufig ihre Hand auf meinen Schenkel. Ich schaute sie wortlos an, total beeindruckt von ihrer forschen Selbstsicherheit. “He, heute schon geredet?” Sie sah mich mit tollen Augen an und bevor ich meine Lippen zum nächsten Gestammel öffnen konnte, hauchte sie mir einen ganz leichten Kuss auf den Mund. Dabei rutschte ihre Hand ab, mit der sie sich auf meinem Schenkel abgestützt hatte, und landete in meinem Schritt, wie man so schön jenen gefühlsseligen Körperteil zwischen den Beinen umschreibt. Ich sah sie an, blickte auf ihren Busen, der sich wunderbar aus dem Top wölbte. Die Spitzen ihres BH waren gerade eben zu sehen. Sie sah meinen Blick und lachte.

Natürlich hab ich dann geredet. Natürlich hab ich sie dann auch angefasst und natürlich hab ich sie nicht viel später zurückgeküsst. Es hat irgendwie gezündet wie ein Feuerwerk. Nie hätte ich gedacht, dass mir das nochmal passieren könnte. Nach drei Gläsern Rotwein der einfachen Sorte und dem Austausch persönlicher Informationen verabschiedeten wir uns mit dem Versprechen, gleich morgen zu telefonieren, um ein nächstes Treffen auszumachen. Ich hätte mich natürlich am liebsten sofort auf mehr eingelassen, wollte aber nichts überstürzen, aus Angst, sie damit abzuschrecken. Sie könne ihre Kinder nicht so lange alleine lassen, war ihre Begründung. Vor der Kneipe verabschiedeten wir uns, gaben uns einen zwar züchtigen, aber nicht minder erregenden Kuss auf die Lippen und gingen in entgegengesetzte Richtung davon.

War ich denn blöd, so auseinander zu gehen? Da war doch mehr. Unschlüssig blieb ich stehen, traute mich aber nicht, mich umzudrehen. So dieses Hollywoodklischee: dreht sie sich auch um, dann gibt es mehr. Und dann drehen sie beide jeweils zur falschen Zeit um. Nee, nee, das ist hier kein Meg Ryan Filmchen, sondern harte Realität. So hart, dass ich sie in der Hose spürte. Mein Handy klingelte. Welcher Depp wollte denn jetzt was von mir. “Sag mal, sind wir eigentlich bescheuert?” Es war Bea. Zwanzig Minuten später rissen wir uns in einem Zimmer eines nahegelegenen Hotels die Klamotten vom Leib, fühlten uns, tasteten uns, schmusten, küssten uns am ganzen Körper, streichelten, rieben, drückten. Sie machte mich schier wahnsinnig. Ihre Brüste schienen genau für meine Hände gemacht. Ich saugte ihre harten Brustwarzen. Glitt an ihrem Körper runter. Sie spreizte ihre Beine, meinen Mund zu sich einladend. Eine tolle, leicht behaarte Muschi, ganz frisch duftend, öffnete sich für meine Zunge, die begierig ihre Arbeit aufnahm. Na ja, Arbeit konnte man das ja eigentlich nicht nennen. Ich umspielte ihren Kitzler, nahm ihn zwischen die Lippen, saugte, fuhr herunter bis zum Scheideneingang und begann sie mit der Zunge zu vögeln. Sie drückte meinen Kopf ankara escort fest an sich, stöhnte, wurde tropfnass, begann sich zu winden, zuckte ekstatisch, schrie auf, riss an meinen Haaren. Ich war hin und weg, wie sie einfach nur ihr Bedürfnis auslebte. Das allein machte mich unendlich scharf. Als sie mit einem lauten Stöhnen zu ihrem Orgasmus kam – ich glaube kaum, dass sie ihn mir vorgespielt hatte -, hätte ich beinahe fast gleichzeitig abgespritzt. So sehr machte mich das an. Mein Schwanz war zum Bersten angespannt.

Bea zog mich hoch, warf mich auf den Rücken und stülpte ihre Lippen über meinen Schwanz. Was dann kam, war unglaublich. Ich hatte befürchtet, sofort abzuspritzen. Aber sie schien eine Technik drauf zu haben, die mir zwar unendliche Lust bereitete, aber das Abspritzen immer wieder hinauszögerte. Ich wand mich unter ihr, stöhnte, hechelte, fuhr ihr durch die Haare, streichelte ihren wunderbaren Busen, ihren Rücken, ihren Po. Und dann gab’s kein Halten mehr. Ich weiß nicht wie groß die Ladung war oder mit welcher Wucht sie herausschoss, da Bea ihren Mund nicht vom Schwanz nahm. Ich hatte das Gefühl, nicht aufhören zu können. Immer wieder ein neues Zucken, während ihre Zunge meine pulsierende Eichel umspielte. Dann ließ sie von mir ab, nahm ein Papiertaschentuch und spuckte die riesige Spermaladung hinein. “Sorry, ich mag blasen aber nicht runterschlucken”, sagte sie ohne jeden Ekel in der Stimme. Einfach nur so als Feststellung. Und das war okay so.

Da keiner von uns vorher an Kondome gedacht hatte, unterwegs zum Hotel auch keine aufzutreiben waren, ließen wir das Vögeln für heute aus. Stattdessen nahmen wir uns fest in die Arme, kuschelten, küssten uns und waren – verliebt! “Und deine Kinder?” fragte ich sie. “Ach, die sind mit 18 doch wirklich alt genug, um alleine zu bleiben. Marlen und Martin sind Zwillinge und kommen gut miteinander klar. War vorhin nur vorgeschoben, weil ich unsicher war. Brauchte ne Exit-Strategie.” Unsicher? Diese selbstsichere Frau? Ich war perplex, ich war hingerissen. Drückte sie an mich, als wollte ich sie nie wieder loslassen. Und Bea ergab sich völlig dieser besitzergreifenden Umarmung.

Die nächsten Wochen trafen wir uns ein-, zweimal die Woche. Manchmal nahmen wir uns ein Zimmer und vögelten uns die Seele aus dem Leib. Manchmal saßen wir nur zusammen, tranken ein Bier oder ein Wein, berührten uns, sahen uns an, redeten. Wir waren auch mal bei mir, wo es ihr aber nicht wirklich gefiel. “Da müssen wir wohl irgendwann dran arbeiten”, meinte sie angesichts meiner Chaoswohnung, die genau meinen Gemütszustand nach meiner Trennung von Ines vor fast einem Jahr konservierte. Dann endlich lud sie mich zu sich ein.

So stand ich dann vor der Tür, ne Flasche Wein in der Hand und etwas unsicher wegen der Kinder. Marlen, ihre gerade mal volljährige Tochter, öffnete die Tür. Wow, die kleine Ausgabe von Bea. Gleiche Größe aber noch mit einer richtigen Jungmädchen-Figur. Ein kleiner spitzer Busen und einem immer noch sehr schlanken Becken. Sie sah mich offen und freundlich an. “Komm rein.” Gleich ohne “Sie”, ganz locker, als würden wir uns schon lange kennen. In der Wohnung kam dann Martin, der mich allerdings etwas skeptischer musterte, ohne dabei unfreundlich zu wirken. Bea stellte gerade noch ein paar Sachen auf den Tisch, kam dann zu mir und gab mir einen Kuss, wobei sie mir schnell mit ihrer Zunge zwischen die Lippen fuhr.

Das Essen war toll, die Unterhaltung lief richtig gut. Die Kinder fragten mich förmlich aus und schienen mit meinen Antworten zufrieden zu sein. Als wir dann das Eis zum Nachtisch verspeist hatten, fragte ich “Na, Prüfung bestanden?” Alle drei lachten, Marlen stand auf und gab mir einen Kuss auf die Wange. “Ja, du darfst sie haben”, sagte sie. Ich blickte zu Martin. Er lachte mich an. “Ist okay.” Beide standen auf, räumten das Geschirr ab und verschwanden in ihren Zimmern.

Bea und ich machten es uns auf der Couch gemütlich. Wir tranken Wein, küssten uns, befummelten uns, streichelten uns auch so intensiv, dass mal sie, mal ich ein lustvolles Stöhnen nicht unterdrücken konnte. Als ich einmal kurz hochschaute, meinte ich Martin im Türrahmen zu sehen. Er war schon im Schlafanzug, verschwand aber sofort, als er sah, dass wir etwas intimer wurden. Nicht zu übersehen war allerdings die Ausbeulung an seiner Pyjamahose. Er hatte uns wohl schon eine Weile beobachtet. “Meinst du, Martin ist eifersüchtig?” fragte ich Bea. “Kann schon sein”, meinte sie. “Er hat’s irgendwie nicht mit gleichaltrigen Mädels und projiziert antalya escort wohl seine sexuellen Gelüste auf mich.” “Wie kommst du drauf?” fragte ich.

“Na ja, ich hab mitgekriegt, dass er Höschen und BHs von mir aus der Wäsche geholt hat und sie wohl zum onanieren benutzt hat. Ich hab da Spermaspuren drin gefunden.”

“Und wie hast du reagiert?”

“Erst war ich etwas sauer. Aber dann dachte ich, dass er ja irgendwie mit seiner Sexualität umgehen muss. Und da ist ja häufig die Mutter das erste Objekt der Begierde.”

“Und was hast du gemacht?”

“Ich hab ihm etwas für seine Fantasien gegeben. Hab mich ihm rein zufällig in Höschen und BH gezeigt, die ich dann im Bad liegen ließ. Hab auch mal die Badezimmertür beim Baden offen gelassen, als ich wusste, dass er noch wach war.”

“Und?”

“Ja, er kam dann rein, um aufs Klo zu gehen. Sah mich dann nackt in der Wanne. Murmelte eine Entschuldigung und verschwand. Aber dass sein Schniedel steif geworden ist, hab ich schon gesehen.”

“Du bist ja ziemlich gemein”, sagte ich ihr.

“Wieso? Er geht doch dann in sein Zimmer und holt sich bestimmt ganz genüsslich einen runter. Da hab ich doch was Gutes für ihn getan.”

“Und meinst du er liegt jetzt auch auf dem Bett und wichst, nachdem er uns hier so hat rummachen sehen.”

“Kann schon sein. Wieso?”

Ich zögerte. Hatte eine verwegene Idee, wusste aber nicht, wie Bea bei aller Offenheit damit umgehen würde. “Und wenn du jetzt einfach mal zu ihm rein gehst und ihn beim Wichsen überrascht.”

“Wie kommst du denn darauf?” fragte sie erstaunt aber nicht empört. So, als habe sie sich das auch schon mal überlegt.

“Ich verrate dir mal eine Jungs Fantasie. Nämlich die, beim Onanieren von der Mutter erwischt zu werden.”

“Und was ist daran toll?”

“Na ja, in der Fantasie kommt die Mutter einem dann zur Hilfe.”

“Und das erwartest du jetzt von mir?” fragte sie mit deutlich gespielter Empörung. Es war aber vielmehr Neugierde und fast erregte Erwartung in ihrer Stimme.

“Er liegt jetzt bestimmt auf dem Bett, mit seinem Schwanz in der Hand und stellt sich dich irgendwie nackig vor”, sagte ich. “Zieh dir doch einen leichten Morgenrock an, mit nix drunter natürlich und geh zu ihm rein.”

“Und du?” Sie schien die Aktion selbst gar nicht mehr in Frage zu stellen, sondern stand auf, zog mich in ihr Zimmer, wo sie sich völlig auszog. Sie zog ihren Morgenmantel an und sah mich an.

“Ich beobachte euch und werde dabei unendlich geil”, antwortete ich ihr.

“Und holst dir dabei einen runter.” Sie lachte und ging entschlossen auf Martins Zimmertür zu. Sie öffnete die Tür und ich hörte sie nur “Oh, entschuldige” sagen. Sie ging weiter in sein Zimmer. “Das ist mir ja jetzt schon etwas peinlich. Ich wollte dich wirklich nicht beim Onanieren stören.”

Ich linste um den Türrahmen und sah, wie sie sich zu ihm aufs Bett setzte. Martin lag mit herunter gezogener Hose auf dem Bett, seinen steifen Schwanz immer noch in der Hand. Neben seinem Kopf lag ein Höschen von Bea. Sie beugte sich vor und griff nach dem Höschen. Dabei öffnete sich ihr Morgenmantel, so dass Martin ganz sicher einen schönen Ausblick auf Beas Brüste bekam. Ohne ihn wieder zu schließen, richtete sie sich auf und streichelte mit der anderen Hand seinen Oberschenkel. “Hierher verschwinden also meine ganzen Höschen”, sagte sie in gespielt verwundertem Ton, während ihre Hand an der Innenseite seines Oberschenkels bis ganz nach oben zu seinem Hoden wanderte. und Martin blickte leicht irritiert auf seine Mutter bzw. vielmehr auf den offenen Mantel. Man sah seinem Gesicht förmlich den Kampf zwischen Peinlichkeit und Erregtheit an. Er ließ seine Hand vom steil emporstehenden Schwanz ab und zeigte damit den Sieg der Geilheit an. Bea verstand sofort und strich mit zarter Hand über Martins Penis, spielte mit ihrem Daumen, den sie an Martins Lusttropfen befeuchtet und glitschig gemacht hatte, um die Eichel herum, reizte das Bändchen, um dann die Hand um den Stab zu schließen und leicht hin und her zu bewegen.

“Was ist denn hier los?” hörte ich plötzlich eine leise Stimme hinter mir. Da stand Marlen in kurzem Nachthemd, sah auf die Szene im Zimmer ihres Bruders und dann auf mich. Und an mir herunter. Ich bemerkte, dass mein steif gewordener Schwanz sich durch den Schlitz meiner Boxershorts den Weg ins Freie gesucht hatte. Ein Tropfen schimmerte schon an der Spitze.

“Deine Mutter hilft deinem Bruder nur gerade etwas”, flüsterte ich ihr zu.

“Wie? gaziantep escort Beim Wichsen? Und was machst dann du hier? Geilst dich dran auf?”

Ich war baff über ihre Offenheit. “Ja, das geilt mich schon auf”, gab ich zu.

“Dann will ich aber auch was sehen.” Sie drückte ihren Körper an meine Seite und blickte ins Zimmer. Dort begann Martin sich in Beas streichelender, wichsender Hand zu winden. Seine feucht glänzende dunkelrote Eichel lugte aus Beas Wichsfaust heraus. Lange schien er es nicht mehr aushalten zu können. Er griff mit einer Hand in Beas Morgenmantel, der dabei von ihrer Schulter rutschte, griff nach ihrem Busen und begann ihre Brustwarze zu streicheln. Selbst aus der Entfernung konnte man erkennen, dass dies Bea durchaus erregte. Sie intensivierte ihre Handbewegung, und Martin wand sich und zuckte unter ihren Berührungen.

Ich spürte Marlens Körper an meinem Bein. “Soll ich dir auch helfen?” Und dann griff sie tatsächlich an meinen jetzt völlig harten Schwanz und begann ihn zu wichsen. Ich sah, wie Beas Hand sich immer schneller an Martins Schwanz bewegte, sah Martin nun mit beiden Händen Beas Brüste umfassen und wurde schier wahnsinnig von der Bewegung der zarten Hand an meinem Schwanz. Ich legte meinen Arm um Marlens Schulter und ließ meine Hand von oben in ihr Nachthemd gleiten. Ich streichelte mit dem Finger über die Brustwarze, die dann auch fast augenblicklich hart wurde.

Dann sah ich Martin kommen. Er spritzte in gewaltigen Schüben über seinen Oberkörper. Und das war dann auch das Zeichen für mich. Marlens Hand bewegte sich immer schneller, ich stieß dabei auch etwas in sie hinein und dann kam ich. Fast einen Meter ins Zimmer hinein spritzte meine Sahne, während meine Hand ihre Brüste drückte und streichelte. Ich stöhnte auf und Bea blickte zu mir herüber. Dann lachte sie.

“Da haben wir ja jetzt eine ganz schön irre Szene abgezogen”, meinte sie. “Aber eigentlich seid ja nur ihr Männer auf eure Kosten gekommen.”

Wir gingen in Martins Zimmer, wo Bea gerade die letzten Reste von seinem Sperma mit einem Papiertaschentuch wegwischte. “Was macht ihr denn hier?” Sie sah mich und Marlen fragend an, schien sich aber ihren Teil zu denken. “Hast du etwa…?” Ohne die Frage zu beenden, sah sie ihre Tochter an. “Ja”, fast schnippisch antwortete Marlen. “Klar hab ich deinen Typ gewichst. Der war ja so scharf vom Zuschauen, dass es fast von allein herausspritzte.” Diese klaren Worte brachten Bea zum Lachen. Sie ließ sich zurücksinken, wobei ihr Morgenmantel endgültig abrutschte und ihre blankrasierte Möse sich unserer Blicken darbot. Ich nahm die Einladung an, beugte mich über sie und begann ein heftiges Zungen- und Lippenspiel an ihrer Pussy.

“Hier geht’s aber ab”, hörten wir Marlen. Ich blickte auf und sah, wie sich Marlen das Hemd auszog und sich nun nackt über das Gesicht ihres Bruders setzte. Wie einstudiert fuhr er sofort mit Nase und Mund in ihre Möse. Dieses Spiel scheinen die beiden Zwillinge wohl nicht das erste Mal zu spielen. Ich hatte aber Besseres zu tun, als mir über die Intensität geschwisterlicher Zuneigung weitere Gedanken zu machen. Marlen begann zu stöhnen. Man sah feuchte Schleimfäden an seinem Gesicht. Dann zuckte sie zusammen und stöhnte orgiastisch auf. Fasziniert sah ich hinüber, sah wie Martin sich mit einer Hand selbst wichste, während die andere an Marlens Busen spielte.

“Hey”, meinte Bea. “Und wo bleib ich?” Ich wand mich wieder ihr zu, rutschte an ihr hoch und drang entschlossen in sie ein. Und dann vögelten wir als gäbe es keine morgen mehr. Sie stöhnte, sie schrie, achtete überhaupt nicht darauf, dass ihre beiden Kinder neben uns lagen und auch gerade das schönste Spiel der Welt spielten. Dann explodierte sie fast zur gleichen Zeit, als Marlen unter dem Zungenspiel ihres Bruders kam. Marlen sank zur Seite, ich zog mich aus Bea zurück. Ich sah den wieder steif aufgerichteten Schwanz von Martin, schob seine Hand weg, griff einfach nach ihm und begann ihn zu streicheln und zu wichsen. Fasziniert sahen uns die Frauen zu. Dann bewegte ich mich so, dass mein Schwanz in die Nähe von Martins Hand kam, nahm diese und führte sie an meinen Ständer. So sahen uns dann Mutter und Tochter zu, wie wir Typen uns gegenseitig wichsten. Und beide kamen wir fast gleichzeitig zu einem tollen Höhepunkt. Die Sahne schoss aus unseren Schwänzen, ich griff vor Erregung nach Marlens süßem Busen, Bea beugte sich mit ihren Brüsten über Martin, der sie begierig zu saugen begann.

So lagen dann irgendwann vier erschöpfte, total befriedigte Menschen quer durcheinander auf Martins Bett. Jeder und jede hatte irgendein Körperteil eines anderen in der Hand oder im Mund. Nach einer gefühlten Unendlichkeit richteten wir uns auf, sahen uns an und begannen zu lachen. “Was für ein abgefahrener Schweinkram”, meinte Marlen. Das war es, was wir alle voller Befriedigung dachten.

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