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Story so far…

Residents of Olur, a remote village in southern India fondly worship Angannan, a rural deity. The descendants of Angannan reside in the same village and their house is called ‘The Big House’.

Annam, a widow and the current descendant of Angannan is living with her son Balu. Her step-daughter Pushpa is married to Sundar, a Doctor and the couple are settled in the city.

Balu, 18 years and horny manages to seduce his own mother before the annual festival. Annam decides to find a bride for Balu after coming to know that he had spied on his own step-sister while having sex with her husband. Annam realizes that she needs to engage her son sexually to prevent him from trying any adventures with his step- sister. She seduces him again.

Sundar and Pushpa attend the ceremonious beginning of the annual festival which includes marriage engagements as well. Sundar discovers Rani, a prospective bride looking vexed apparently because of her unwillingness to get married to a man who looked old enough to be her father. Even as Pushpa expresses her helplessness in stopping such a marriage, it suddenly begins pouring. It was the village custom to abandon the festival in the event of unseasonal rains as it was considered bad omen. Sundar and Pushpa consider the sudden downpour as divine intervention and decide to rescue the young girl.

Sundar and Pushpa convince Annam to agree to get Rani married to Balu which she does. But, the mother-son duo’s sexual escapades continue and Sundar gets a glimpse of the incestuous relationship between Annam and Balu.

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Pt. 05

It took a few seconds for Annam to realize that someone had been spying while she was having sex with her son through the ventilator. Neither did it take much time for her to conclude that Sundar was the only other male in the Big House and in all probabilities, it was he who had watched her fuck-show. For a few minutes she went through a variety of emotions ranging from shame to anger realizing that her best-kept secret had been discovered by none other than her own son-in-law.

What next? She began thinking. Will Sundar disclose the matter to Pushpa? How will she react to such a deplorable act of incest by her step-brother and step-mother? Should Balu be informed about Sundar’s spying act? What would he do?

After some tormenting minutes when questions paraded one after another, Annam suddenly thought about the semen on the storeroom walls. Did Sundar masturbate watching her and Balu enjoying together? Why should he get aroused rather than feel disgusted even while watching a mother and son having sex? If he was indeed excited to watch her and her son, would he really bother to spill the beans to his wife?

Probably not! She thought.

“Still dreaming?”

Balu’s startling voice interrupted Annam’s thinking and she turned around to see her son’s face glowing in fulfillment after a memorable fucking session with his mother.

“You were very hot today,” Balu winked at his mother. “I need to go and set the farm house right for the guests or else I would love to stay in the bed until evening.”

‘How happy he looks!’ Annam began thinking again. ‘Should I tell him that our secret is out in the open and things won’t be the same again henceforth?’

“What is the matter with you?” Balu sounded anxious watching the slight murkiness in Annam’s face. “Are you alright, mom?”

“Sundar is upstairs,” Annam mumbled emotionlessly. “You better behave or go to the farm at once.”

“When did he return?” Balu’s voice clogged.

Annam gauged her son’s tension quickly. The worst consequence of telling him that Sundar had seen her fucking her own son would be a sudden end to the incestuous relationship, at least till Balu’s wedding. She didn’t want that to happen so soon.

“Don’t worry,” Annam replied with a forced smile. “He came back just now.”

“Thank God!” Balu sighed in relief. “I must better keep going. I don’t want those daily wagers to fool around in the farm.”

“Ok,” Annam said and watched her son rushing out of the Big House and once he vanished from her eyes, she glanced at the staircase. Then she turned around and glanced at the store room and thought about the semen on the common wall inside. She imagined Sundar jerking off inside the store room while peeping through the ventilator to watch the live sex show put on by her and her son. She was convinced that her son-in-law had enjoyed the visual feast.

She decided to wait downstairs for a while to see if Sundar comes down to have a talk with her. Pushpa had gone to the town for distributing invitations to her friends and was expected only in the evening. There were at least a couple of hours left to Annam and Balu to sort out things if at all they wished. Sundar was playing hide and seek and Annam knew it was she who needed to take the initiative. But, the question was, will Sundar talk to her when Pushpa was not around?

Annam couldn’t recollect many instances where she had ever been at a touching distance with Balu. He always looked like gaziantep escort bayan ilanları a faithful husband, respectful son-in-law and a no-nonsense individual. From whatever accounts Pushpa used to give about her husband, Annam always believed that Sundar felt discomfort mingling with women even in the city he lived. Strange it may sound as he was a practicing medical professional in a city where women weren’t so hesitant to shake hands with males or touching innocuously.

Sundar and his parents had once seen Pushpa in some marriage in the town and they were so impressed with her politeness and simplicity that they travelled straight to the Big House to seek Pushpa’s hands for Sundar. Annam still remembered Sundar squirming in the chair in absolute shyness unbecoming of a well-educated doctor. In a way, it looked as though Sundar and Pushpa were made for each other as they had so many things in common except for the fact that Sundar was born and brought up in a buzzing city unlike Pushpa who grew up in a dusty remote village. Annam had since then believed that Pushpa’s marriage was perhaps the best thing to have happened in the Big House, after all the perils that kept occurring generation after generation.

But, are things about to change? Annam wondered.

Suddenly Annam heard the footsteps on the stairs and her heart began beating fast all over again. Sundar emerged with head bowed down, walked across the huge hall ignoring Annam’s presence, opened the wooden cupboard, kept the railway time-table inside, closed the door and began walking back towards the stairs.

“Sundar!” Annam managed to call out with a shaky voice.

Sundar was taken aback as Annam had never called him by his name. As he turned and looked at his mother-in-law’s face, he couldn’t gauge her strange expression.

“I need to talk to you. Sit down,” Annam showed a chair just opposite to her. Sundar dragged his feet to the chair and sat on the edge.

‘We have never sat so close till date,’ Annam thought. ‘I am seeing the small black mole on his right cheek for the very first time. Unlike Balu, he seems to be clean-shaven every day. He must be trimming his mustache too.’

“Were you in the store room?” Annam asked bluntly. Sundar looked up, stared into her eyes for a moment before bowing his head down again.

“I did,” Sundar replied hoarsely. “I am sorry about that. I had no business to do that.”

“Well,” Annam moved slightly forward on her chair, close enough to hear Sundar breathing. “I know you are embarrassed. I am sorry about that as well.”

Sundar kept looking at the floor as if he was searching for words. It took a while before he eventually looked up and said in a firm voice. “It will remain a secret.”

Annam was dumbfounded. Obviously, she didn’t have any more questions to ask.

For the next few moments, only the gentle noise of the ceiling fan was heard in the room.

“Did you…enjoy watching..?” Annam lowered her voice and asked after prolonged hesitation. “I saw something…I thought you enjoyed watching us!”

Sundar looked up again and watched Annam very closely. He couldn’t see any hint of guilt or embarrassment. But, her eyes were sparkling with a strange glow.

“You did enjoy that Sundar,” Annam reiterated. “You left behind some clue and it is still very much there.”

Sundar was still staring at his mother-in-law. He couldn’t meet her eyes for long and had to lower his eyes when he saw her breasts heaving beneath the saree. He felt as though it had just dawned onto him that she doesn’t put on a bra or blouse. His mind began rewinding the scenes he had witnessed and he could remember how Balu was playing with her huge boobs with unabashed lust. He also felt his dick had begun throbbing and his heart beating at a rapid pace.

“I am sorry,” Sundar said with folded hands, stood up and started walking towards the stairs.

Annam didn’t stop him.

‘He will turn around to look at me,’ Annam told herself. ‘If he does, it means he wants me.’

Balu could have easily jumped the stairs and reached upstairs but just as he was about to place his foot on the wooden stairs, he got some mysterious instinct to turn back and look at his mother-in-law. He failed in overcoming the urge, stopped and turned back to look at Annam.

Annam smiled at Sundar as her expectation had come true. But, what she did next was something which Sundar never expected.

Even as Sundar stood wondering to smile back at his mother-in-law or not, she shockingly pulled off her saree from her left shoulder and revealed her naked boobs. Sundar froze at once but his eyes zoomed on Annam’s marvelous boobs, dark red areola and perky nipples which looked like inviting him to savor. It took a few dreary moments for Sundar to come to terms with the reality before he swiftly turned away and climbed up the stairs quicker than ever before.

Annam continued smiling as she covered her naked breasts again and began walking towards the kitchen. escort bayan gaziantep ilanları She was convinced that Sundar has developed a deep lust for her and it was just a question of time before he eventually consummates. In hindsight, Annam also realized about her own lust for Sundar which seemed to have sprung from nowhere.

By the time Pushpa arrived early in the evening, a few things had taken place in the Big House. Sundar had masturbated a couple of times after his mother-in-law had sleazily displayed her boobs to him. Annam had managed to clean the cum stains on the store room walls with quite a bit of effort. The aroused lady still found time to fetch a fresh cucumber from the backyard and had played with her pussy fantasizing about her handsome son-in-law. Needless to say, preparing the evening snacks and country coffee didn’t take much time for the experienced woman.

“Why are you always away from home?” Sundar chided Pushpa as she entered their room with the baby. “At least you can leave the baby with me if you are so keen in roaming around in this heat.”

Pushpa was surprised at her husband’s irritation.

“What is the problem dear?” She came close to Sundar and gently planted a kiss on his lips. “I know I am leaving you alone because of the marriage arrangements. But, we always have the nights to be together. Don’t we?”

Sundar felt ashamed to have vented his anger on his unsuspecting wife. He was going through turmoil after watching Annam and Balu have sex; the conversation with his mother-in-law; her exposing of boobs and last but not the least the masturbation sessions he had been forced to indulge after all the day’s developments.

“I love you Pushpa,” Sundar muttered as he pulled his wife into a tight hug. “I wish we could leave this place as quick as possible. Let us return to our own sweet world.”

Pushpa stroked her husband’s hair and remained silent. She innocently assumed several reasons for her husband’s sudden disenchantment. She was aware that Sundar was deeply attached to his parents as well as his profession. Although he loved visiting the village once in a year, he was extremely critical of the superstitions surrounding the Big House and the medieval beliefs of the village. She realized that the annual festival was packed with certain rituals which Sundar dismissed as irrational and demeaning women. Sundar was religious but was extremely averse to senseless customs in the village.

The third day of the annual festival was a testimony to what Sundar had always perceived as a blind faith. The day included some strange ceremonies that belied even common sense.

All the adult male residents of the village were mandated to move out of the village before dawn and stay near the community cremation yard which was a good four kilometers from the village. After sunrise, women of the village, wearing just a towel to hide their breasts and womanhood would walk towards the river with metal pots. The women would then take bath in the river, fetch water, carry the pots on their heads, march towards the temple and pour the water on the deity. New sets of dresses would be distributed to each one of them and the women would break coconuts to signal the culmination of the ceremony. Men were supposed to return only after hearing the temple bell once the coconut breaking ceremony was completed. In all these rituals, widows were forbidden to take part.

During this time, no vehicular traffic was allowed in and out of the village and if any male adult was found anywhere inside the village, he will be tied to a tree till evening. After sunset, the oldest living women of the village will hit the man with a thick stick and pour cow dung on his head before he is freed.

There were several explanations for the ritual and the simplest of them was to stop ghosts and evil spirits from entering the village while the women indulge in the purification act. But, as years passed by, the ritual served as an opportunity for many men of the village to gamble, consume country liquor and even visit whores elsewhere.

The funniest part of the whole ritual was that, members from the Big House were exempted outright. So, neither the male members of the Big House moved out of the village nor the female members needed to perform the purification rituals. After all, the Big House members were the heirs of the deity.

Balu had grabbed this opportunity to earn the goodwill of the village males. The family owned vast palm groves in the outskirts of the village and Balu ensured to be present in the farm the previous day itself. The hardworking peasants of the village were fond of ‘toddy’, a sort of alcoholic beverage extracted from the palmyra trees and they were very fond of the taste of the toddy from the saps of Balu’s palm groves. Balu engaged daily wagers from outside to extract sufficient toddy for the villagers and of course, himself. He also knew a few aged widows who were keen to taste the toddy and had even offered a pot to gaziantep bayan escort ilanları his own mother sometime ago. Among umpteen reasons, Annam had always hated even the smell of toddy and had never even thought of trying it even once.

But, the Big House had witnessed more bizarre things happening and the future held a few more in its stock which none of the family members were. Not the least, Pushpa!

Pushpa somehow pacified her disturbed husband after which she sat with him to check the list of guests who might start arriving in four or five days. After spending some time with him, she laid the baby to sleep and went downstairs. Within seconds, Sundar’s mind was engulfed with lusty thoughts about his mother-in-law and he realized that his arousal was becoming uncontrollable.

Annam, in the meanwhile saw nothing worrying in Pushpa’s face and quickly concluded that Sundar had kept his word. She tried to be very normal as Pushpa explained about the list of guests Sundar had prepared. Just as Pushpa was about to move to a different topic, Annam quickly intervened.

“Is Ponni in the guest list?”

Pushpa stood silent for a moment.

“Aunt Ponni?” Pushpa asked in utter disbelief.

“Yes,” Annam quipped. “She is my only sister and Balu’s wedding could help us settle all our disputes.”

Pushpa was delighted to hear what Annam said. Aunt Ponni was her favorite relative with whom she had spent a significant part of childhood. Somehow, things fell apart between Annam and Ponni and they stopped even talking to each other.

“I thought you scold me even to hear her name,” Pushpa giggled. “You made my day mom. I will go right away and invite her for the wedding.”

“That sounds good,” Annam smiled. “I need to have a look at the list you and Sundar prepared. Why don’t you ask Sundar to come down? By the time you return from Ponni’s place, both of us could finalize the list.”

“Sure mom,” Pushpa cheerfully kissed Annam on her cheeks and sped upstairs.

Sundar was really annoyed with Pushpa but he managed to keep his nerve. He couldn’t help cursing himself as he watched Pushpa walking out of the Big House carrying the baby. Images of Annam exposing her boobs started haunting Sundar all over again.

Sundar had heard the word ‘Cougar’ several times from his not-so-good friends in the city but he suddenly realized that Annam whom he had considered a prudish woman behaved more like that cougar. Not content with her incestuous affair with her son, she is planning to knock out her son-in-law as well. The damned woman seemed to have decided that the younger men of the family were good enough for safe seduction.

‘Was she secretly lusting for me all these days or is she just trying to seduce me so that her affair with her son remains a secret forever?’

‘Let me get over this ordeal as quickly as possible,’ Sundar told himself before picking up the hand-written list and going downstairs again.

His discomfort grew when he realized that Annam was inside the bedroom instead of the hall where she normally sits while talking to someone. Sundar, although not afraid was nervous for sure as he inched closer to the bedroom. He saw Annam sitting with her back resting on the headboard and legs stretched on the mattress. She seemed to have taken another bath after that terrific fucking from her son and the loose strands of her long hair blew in the air.

Instinctively Sundar momentarily turned to his left looking for the ventilator before quickly reverting to Annam. The clever woman smiled mischievously as though she had expected him to have a look at the ventilator.

“Show me what you got,” Annam spoke in a husky voice.

Sundar handed over the list with a gentle fear that the horny woman might try to touch his fingers while receiving it. His fear wasn’t unfounded as Annam’s fingers teasingly brushed his fingertips. It was deliberate and she wasn’t making any attempt to conceal her intentional tease.

“I am sure you have seen everything, isn’t it?” Annam asked Sundar with an undertone of sarcasm.

“Yes!”

“Anything you need to check again?” Annam winked at her son-in-law.

“No!”

Sundar watched Annam’s face shimmering with a crooked smile, her eyes gawking into his eyes. Strangely, he couldn’t evade her probing eyes as he started looking at her eyes intensely. Annam lowered her eyes and smiled inexplicably watching the inflating tent on Sundar’s pants. That was a good enough clue for the horny woman as she got up from the bed and disregarding Sundar’s edgy look she gently planted a lustful kiss on his lips.

Sundar felt the warmth of Annam’s lips and the heat in her breath. Suddenly, their tongues were intertwined and their bodies were pressing hard against each other. Annam’s nipples twitched and hardened against Sundar’s chest and she felt Sundar’s arousal rubbing between her thighs. Sundar stayed motionless as he could feel Annam’s hands pulling him onto her and her fingers grabbing his ass cheeks to let his tent press hard against her crotch.

Annam being the more experienced, skillfully managed to let her saree slid through her left shoulder while her mouth held her son-in-law’s lips deep inside. Sundar’s trembling hands began wandering over his mother-in-law’s body and paused momentarily on her shoulders before grabbing her wonder globes tentatively. Annam knew that Sundar can’t go back after falling prey to his lust and decided to tease him before letting him surrender completely.

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First of all, Chapters 46-51 had not been properly edited. Sorry. I thought I had deleted it, but apparently not. I only hope it was readable! Anyway, hopefully, the pace, angst, and resolution( of a sort) will be rising a bit now. As always, thanks to everyone for bearing with me! Thanks to Kenji for keeping me readable, well, when I listen! Thanks to Paolo for his advice when I hit that proverbial wall! The chapters should be smaller, too!

Chapter 52

An Offer Made and A Day at Emily’s

We overslept. No surprises there! Our human alarm clocks woke us too early as they quietly padded across the bedroom floor ’til they were warmly tucked beneath the covers with us. They were giggling and mischievous, as always. We chatted, asking if Janet was awake yet, but she was busy preparing breakfast for us. God, we’d miss her! There was a low knock on the door, though it was partially open.

“Morning, Janet!” we all cried, laughing.

She stuck her head in, somewhat embarrassed. I suppose she had never seen us in bed before, she only imagined it. Now she would definitely know! Fuck! Chrissie called her into the room and beckoned her to sit and chat. God, how uncomfortable would this be? Surprisingly, not that much. She sat next to me as I was closest to the door. She gingerly laid her hand on my leg, just because it was there. She asked about the exhibit, so Chrissie told her all about it, the kids still squirming around.

“I hope we didn’t wake you when we got in,” Chrissie said.

Janet blushed furiously. “Uh…no. I hardly heard…anything,” she stammered.

“Hardly?” Chrissie retorted.

“Well…” her face turning redder.

“Sorry,” Chrissie sheepishly said.

“Don’t, Chrissie. Believe me, it didn’t bother me at all,” she laughed, coyly.

Now it was Chrissie’s turn to blush. I did enjoy her discomfort.

“I’d blame Chrissie,” I chuckled.

“Hmmm,” Janet replied, swatting my leg. “So, when would you all like breakfast? It’s

almost ready. David, Chloe. You all washed and teeth brushed?” she asked, sounding like a strict mother. “Come on. Out. Let Mommy and Tom wake up. Let’s get you two sorted. Out!” she told them both.

“You two must be tired, so I have a refreshing breakfast for you,” she said, talking to Chrissie and me, a bright smile across her face. Janet leant over me, her nubile body stretching, her hand on my bare chest as she gently kissed Chrissie, and then me.

“Good morning,” she whispered. “Now! No going back to sleep…or whatever,” she giggled.

I was so tempted to smack her tight butt that was just ‘there’. She took the kid’s hands in hers, turned and walked out the door, closing it soundly.

“Fuck, Chrissie,” I groaned.

“I know, Tom,” she giggled. “Behave, buster!”

I could only laugh as Chrissie lunged at me, wrapping her arms around me, and we kissed.

We finally slipped from the bed, scented with last night’s exertions. We pulled our robes on as she had already seen us in bed, so there was no ‘pretending’ now. We kissed a final time and headed to the kitchen. The kids were helping Janet set the table, Chloe wanting to sit next to me. Janet had made us a mini-feast! There wasn’t anything else we could have wanted. The five of us ate, joked and played with each other. Neither Chrissie nor Janet were embarrassed in the least. I was still slightly taken aback at how ‘normal’ this seemed. We told the kids we were going to Emily’s, to cries of ‘yes!’ and loud whoops of joy. We had a relaxed breakfast, Chrissie going into more detail about the exhibit. Her persistent questioning on the show impressed me.

Chrissie was looking at Janet quizzically.

“You know, Janet. When I was twenty-three, I looked just as hot as you do in the morning,” she chuckled.

“You still do, Chrissie. Believe me!” she blushed.

Well, that was unexpected!

The kids were finished, so Chrissie sent them off to get cleaned up and dressed. Chrissie looked at me, and I knew what her eyes were asking.

“Janet. We need to talk with you for a bit on our own,” I started.

Her eyes were startled as if she was in trouble.

“Everything’s good. Just relax,” I laughed. “So, and this is between us here, but I think we know you can keep, uh, secrets by now. We are seriously considering moving to London. Permanently. Chrissie and Emily have an interview at the V&A this weekend. They’ll be there ’til Saturday, so I may need a little extra help? I should be fine with the kids, but I’m certain Chrissie wouldn’t mind you checking up on me!” I laughed. “Now, I’m not sure what your future or timeline is but have you considered a university in…England? After our talk the other day, it got us thinking,” I started.

“What Tom is TRYING to say, “She giggled. “Is…would you be interested in our help? I hate the idea of losing you, as the kids will, too. If, and it’s a big if, you would consider doing your Masters in London, we’d like to help. Tom has already looked kaliteli gaziantep escort into universities. Have you picked out a school here yet? Is it something you might consider?” Chrissie asked.

Janet was shocked, to say the least. It took her a few minutes to take it all in. This could be life-changing for her, too.

“I…I haven’t thought too far ahead, but…why? And why me?” she asked.

“Why? Because we love you, and the kids love you. This move will be a huge upheaval for them, and we’re looking at ways to make it easier. That’s the simple reason. We would support you, pay you and help you fulfil your ambitions. You could live with us separately if you’d prefer. Tom has looked at Cambridge and Oxford, but feel that would be too far away to travel, but the third best is University College in London. They have an excellent degree course, plus you’d be on the doorstep of all the history there, she said.

“Have you both really thought this through? It’s huge what you’re offering me. I… I’d have to give this a lot of thought. I…I never expected anything like this! I… I’d like to think about though. There’s so much to consider, but yes, I’ll give it some thought. I can’t believe you two would do this for me! I’m…speechless! Thank you both for

even considering this. I’m…so touched,” she said, and grasped both our hands, squeezing them tightly.

“That’s all we can ask, Janet,” I said. “We know how important this is. Think it over, then get back to us. We’ll need to talk with your parents, too. They need to agree with what we propose, so it’s not set in stone yet. But yeah, if you would at least think about it, we’d both appreciate it,” I said.

“What about Emily? Will she be living with you, too?” she asked.

“Hopefully, yes. She hasn’t quite made up her mind. After the interview, she’ll have a better idea, though. Then it gets real. We’re thinking of moving as soon as the kid’s school breaks up for the summer. We’ll need time to find a place to live, get them enrolled and a million other things!” Chrissie chuckled. “You could still do your internship this summer, then join us afterwards…if you decide to.”

Janet was still shocked, her face etched with questions, and doubts.

,

“Either way, thank you for the kind offer. I’m still in shock, but thank you both,” she said, and leaned over, kissing us both. “Now, where are those kids” she laughed. “They’re too quiet!”

She excused herself and went to their bedrooms. We heard their squeals and laughed.

“So, what do you think?” Chrissie asked.

“We’ll see. We’ve laid it out, so we let her mull it over and see where we go next,” I answered.

“All these changes, Tom,” she sighed.

“And all for the best, darling. C’mon. Let’s get ourselves sorted,” I said as I grabbed her hand, and we cleared the breakfast debris. We had everything sorted just as the kids came bounding into the kitchen in a short time. We told Janet we were off to shower and get ready. She just beamed at us, Chrissie blushing slightly.

“Don’t be too long,” she coyly said.

We showered, without incident, dressed and were ready for the day. Everyone was outside in the sun, relaxing, reading or playing on their hand-held computer thingys. Janet was getting her things together, so the kids came in to thank her goodbye. Chrissie paid her, and then I slipped another envelope into her hand. She gave me a scornful look, but graciously accepted it. Hugs all around, along with chaste kisses, she left. We checked the kids, grabbed our bags and headed over to Emily’s.

We arrived soon, the kids excited to be there for some reason, and I only assumed they were looking forward to being spoiled! Chrissie let herself in with her key, the kids rushing in as soon as the door opened. I heard, rather than saw, the kids laughing and giggling. Chrissie and I walked in, and they were all embracing one another. They ran off to the kitchen, smelling of freshly baked something-or-other, and Emily walked toward us, a wicked smile on her face.

“Morning, sweetie, “she said to Chrissie, and softly embraced her, their lips tenderly touching. “Good night?” she chuckled.

“Morning, Em. God! It was wonderful!” she laughed. “Oh, these are yours,” she said, and handed her the used and unwashed panties to her. “Tom enjoyed them,” she giggled.

I blushed.

“Well done, Tom,” she coquettishly sighed as she walked to me. Her arms went around my head, and we melted together, our lips touching. We kissed, each of us taking what we needed from the other. I felt Chrissie’s arms around us, her head on my arm. We broke away slowly, and I swatted her butt. Emily laid her hand on my chest, looked at me, then turned and walked to the kitchen. “It thrills me that you liked the little surprise!”

Chrissie and I followed her, our hands entwined. The kids stopped mid-bite into oatmeal raisin cookies, and laughed. Chrissie poured them both some milk and offered gaziantep kaliteli escort us a biscuit. She grabbed a plateful of cookies, and we all walked out to her garden. I was stunned.

“Emily? This is beautiful? You did all the planting?” I asked.

“All me, Tom. David was terrible and hated gardening. I use it as my oasis. I’m glad you like it,” she smiled.

It was laid out with tall grasses and wildflowers. There was a path leading out to an arch covered with clematis buds.

“Show me around,” I asked.

She walked me through the different flowers and shrubs, excitedly telling me about them and why she had picked them. She had a comfortable hanging, double-seated chair set under a willow tree, so we sat.

“This is…wonderful, Emily. So, this is you, eh?” I chuckled.

“Part of me, yes. I love it here. I’ve made it relaxing and subtle. Everything just seems to work so well together. I’ll hate selling up on the one hand. This really has been my sanctuary for more than a few years. We all need our quiet little places, eh? I’m glad you appreciate it, Tom. That means a lot to me,” she sighed as she leaned over and gently kissed me. We sat there swinging, quietly chatting and relaxing in the sun for quite a while.

“I…I love it,” I said. “So, photos? You want to show me where that all happens?” I chuckled.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand. “This way.”

“We’re going to look at our photos. Come and join us when you’re ready? We’ll check out yours, too, Chloe!” she smiled.

I followed her upstairs, her swaying back and forth with every step. I expected her to turn her head and see if I was watching her, but she didn’t. She probably knew anyway.

We went into another tastefully designed room, her large computer, amongst other items carefully laid out. She sat in the comfortable looking leather chair and turned everything on. She had another chair for me, but I stood behind her, my hands lazily on her shoulders. She turned her head and softly kissed my hand as the screen came to life.

I looked at the magazines carefully strewn on the desk. I picked up one I recognised, Dark Beauty, a very niche photographic/ fashion magazine.

“This…is yours?” I asked.

“Yes,” she sheepishly said.

“I follow it, too. The photos are wonderful. Well, not all of them, “I laughed. “The more ethereal ones I love, though,” I enthused.

“Really? I…I wouldn’t have thought that was your genre, Tom. I love it, too, and get a few ideas from it. You…surprise me,” she said, smiling.

“So. Mine first?” she said as she slotted in the card. “Let’s see if anything good came out.”

The photos came up moments later. We scrolled through them, then went back and chose a few to work on. I gently massaged her neck as she pulled up a photo and talked me through her workflow. This woman knew what she was doing! She worked on a picture of the kids, tastefully cropping and then adjusting a few levels, close to what she was looking for. She added a little gaussian effect, totally transforming the photo. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “I love it, Emily,” I whispered.

“Thank you, Tom,” she smiled. “I love this effect on certain photos.”

She pulled up a few of the grasslands, her control of the camera apparent.

“You have a great eye. You’re good,” I encouraged her. “Have you ever used a Lensbaby? They give a more exaggerated, ethereal glow. You should check it out,’ I said.

“Thanks for the compliment, Tom. Coming from someone with your background, it means a lot. And no, I haven’t heard of that lens. I’ll have a look though, thanks,” she said.

We went through hers, marking the ones she may want to print later. There was one of Chrissie and me that she had shot when we weren’t looking. She did a quick B&W conversion, played with the levels, and adjusted the shadows, and it was perfect.

“Have you ever had an exhibition? You really should, Emily,” I gushed. “These are good!”

“I’ve thought about it, but no, I’ve never taken that step. C’mon, let’s see yours now!”

I handed her the card, and she slotted it in, standing up and offering the seat to me. She took the chair next to me, her hand easily going to my leg. I pulled up what I had shot, and waited for her constructive criticism. I played around with the saturation

and white balance and waited for her critique.

“Christ, Tom. These…are really good!” she said. “You’ve captured the kids so well!”

I pulled up several more until I came to one of her I had sneakily shot. I did a B&W conversion also. I liked it. I thought I had captured her just right. She looked stunning, pensive and wistful. I turned to her to see her expression.

“I…I love it, Tom. It’s as if you crawled into my mind! I’m…stunned. I have never seen a photo that really captured me before. Can I have a print of this one?” she asked.

“Thank you, Emily. I love it, too. I knew this would be gaziantep kaliteli escort bayan a good one, if not the best of the day. I’m glad you like it. Let me print and frame it for you, okay?” I asked. She leaned over, gently grabbed my head, and kissed me, her lips slipping between mine. She pulled her head back, pulled my forehead to hers like I had done the night before, and we stayed there for a week, or so it felt.

“Chrissie said you were good, but I had no idea. I think you can tell an awful lot about a person from a photograph and the person who took it. I’m…impressed,” she sighed.

We went through Chloe’s, easy to see which were hers. We laughed at her angles and focus points, but were mildly impressed, too. She was going to be a work in progress!

We collected ourselves and transferred our favourites to a card and were going to bring them downstairs for everyone to see. We turned everything off and rose from our chairs, looking at each other.

“Damn, Tom. I’ve learned a bit more about you today…and I like it. A lot!” she sighed. “I get, more and more, why Chrissie is so in love with you. You’re quite the guy, you know?”

“Hey, Emily. The hows and whys we’ve given up trying to understand. We are who we are, and we work together. We shouldn’t, but we do. And I can see a bit more of why she is in love with you. I’m getting to understand that. And, surprisingly, I don’t mind. I thought I would, but I really don’t. You’re special, Emily.” My hand came up to her face, gently cupping her cheek. I pulled her head to mine, and we kissed deeply. My fingers swept through her hair, gently grasping it and holding her firm against my lips.

“If you don’t behave,” she breathed deep, “Chrissie is going to be bringing another pair of my panties home!” she giggled.

“I think I’d rather have you in them, Emily,” I said, huskily.

“Oh God, Tom. Don’t talk like that!” she sighed loudly, but pulled me in and kissed me again.

We reluctantly broke away, and I slapped her ass again.

“Oooooh,” she moaned, almost silently. “Once more, Tom?” she asked, and I brought

my hand down on her, another low moan emanating from her delicious mouth.

“Chrissie is definitely going home with my panties now. Do you like the idea of that, Tom? Hmm? Think of me when you suck them. Will you?”

I turned her around and pushed her towards the door. We had to get out of here…now! We headed down the stairs, but she stopped halfway down and turned her head around. Her eyes and hand came to my covered, hard cock, and she silently swept her hand over the bulge, then turned and followed the stairs.

After catching our breath, we called everyone in and made G&T’s for the adults and juice for the kids. She had the obligatory plate of biscuits. We gathered around the large TV, and Emily plugged the card in. We all sat on the sofa, and the photos came up. The kids laughed and giggled when their faces came up. Chrissie was awestruck by both our photos, and she loved them, giving us her opinion as one after another scrolled up.

“Looks like we have two wonderful photographers in the house now!” she smiled. “Show him your portfolio, Em,” she said encouragingly.

Emily went and retrieved a beautiful, leather-bound book.

“Be kind,” she said, smiling as I began to turn the pages, Chloe glued to my arm as we looked at what she had done.

We had a discerning look through Emily’s album, all the photo’s printed on expensive archival art paper. Chloe liked most, and made a funny face at others. David sat on my other side, not entirely as engaged as his sister. I thought they were all well composed, artistically thought out and extremely good. She could have a brilliant career if

she believed she was as good as I thought she was. It was an incredible portfolio. She accepted our praise with a certain grace, which was touching.

Emily called the kids into the kitchen to prepare a ginger cake for dessert later. Chrissie and I walked in on them, each wearing a different apron, and we chuckled at them.

“She’s great with the kids, Tom. I love watching them all together,” she sighed, and kissed me. “Should we help or leave them to it?” she giggled.

“Let’s stay out of their way. I’ll definitely try it, though!” I said. “Let’s take a walk, okay?” I asked, and we snuck out the back door and walked hand in hand through her garden.

We sat on her favourite hanging chair and sighed. She asked how I was, and I gathered about the whole Emily and us that was developing.

“I’m beginning to see what you see in her, Chrissie. I knew she was smart and intuitive, but I saw so much more through her photos and just how she is with you and the kids. We still have a way to go, but I can see the potential, darling. Still, small steps,” I said.

She leaned her head on my shoulder and grasped my hand, pulling it to her chest.

“Small steps, darling. That’s the only way we’ll all know. Even then, as we both know, the reality is always different, but I think we’ll have a good idea as things go on. So, do you think she’ll want a garden in our new home in England?” she laughed.

“It would be a shame if she didn’t have one. I can see how much this means to her. We could put a little studio in the back for the kids to hang out in. Yeah, I can see it. I can just see everyone pottering around, digging and planting. It sounds idyllic, doesn’t it?” I replied.

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Agar aapne meri pehli post padhi hain to aapko pata hoga ke kaise meri Shaheen Phuphi ne unke husband ki death ke baad mujhe chodne ke liye seduce kiya. Uske baad se Phuphijaan aur maine kafi regularly chodne lage. Waise toh meri phuphi ki choot chodne me mujhe bada mazaa aata hai, lekin Shaheen Phuphi ki gaand marwane ki hawas to mujhe be-intehaa excited karti hai. Isiliye maine socha main aap logon ko meri bewa besharam Phuphijaan ki moti-kaali gaand chodne ke kuch aise kissey bataun jo mujhe ab tak yaad hai.

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Kuch mere bare me…

Mera naam Aatib hai, aur meri family mujhe pyar se Aatu keh ke bulate hain. Main Nagpur, Maharashtra me paida hua aur bada hua. Meri height 5 ft 10 inch unchi hai, mere lambe, kale baal aur athletic physique hai jisse main kafi handsome dikhta hun. Mera lund 7 inch lamba aur 3 inch mota hai aur main usey acche-se istemaal karna jaanta hun.

Mujhe bikes chalana, books padhna aur football khelna pasand hai. Iske alawa, mujhe pehle se hi sex me behad interest raha hai. Bahut pehle meri cousin Appi, Tazin ne mujhe pehli baar choda aur mere sath virginity kho di. Iske baad to maine kai saari ladkiyon aur aurton ko seduce kar ke choda. Jinme meri Shaheen Phuphi bhi shamil hai.

Maine decide kiya ke main apni interesting sex life ke kuch khaas kisse aap logon se share karun. Ye kisse meri personal diary me likhe hue hain jinhe main aapse ab share karne wala hun. Ummeed hai aap logon ko mazaa aaega…

Meri family ke bare me…

Meri ek badi-si joint family hai, jisme mere 8 chacha-chachi aur 1 phuphi hai, aur unke bacche hain. Mere abba aur chacha sabhi kisi-na-kisi acchi government post par job karte hain toh hum log kafi ameer bhi hain. Sabhi families ek sath rehti hain. Meri family hamare city ki richest aur respected families me se ek hain.

Nagpur city ki ek posh area me hamari ek badi-si property hain. Takreeban 2 acre ki is property pe hamne teen, 3-floors ki buildings banai hain. In buildings me har family ke liye bade aalishan flats hain. City ke aas-paas hamare kafi sare farmhouses bhi hain jahan meri family outings pe jati hain.

Hum log behad strict Muslims hai. Isiliye, meri family me baaligh hote hi ladkiyon ko ghair ladkon se, aur ladko ko ghair ladkiyon se baat karne se mana kiya jata hai. Main ek all-boys school, aur meri sis aur cousins all-girls schools me padhe hain. Itna hi nahi, meri amma, chachiyan aur baaligh female cousins jab bhi ghar se nikalti hai toh unhe Hijab aur Abaya pehenna zaruri hai.

Shayad inhi sakhtiyon ki wajah se meri family ki kuch ladkiyon aur aurton ne mere sath najayaz sexual rishte banae. Un me se ek hai meri Shaheen phuphi.

Meri Shaheen Phuphi….

Shaheen phuphi us waqt kareeb 45 saal ki thi, aur 2 bacchon ki maa thi — bada beta Javed aur chhoti beti Tazin. Phuphi bahut short hai (5’2″) aur thodi moti hain. Lekin Phuphi ki kaali skin par baal bilkul nahi hai to wo behad chikni dikhti hai. Phuphijaan ka rang kafi dark hai, jab ki meri family ki baki auratein aur ladkiyan behad gori aur khubsurat hai. Phuphi ke medium-sized baal hai, jinhe wo dark brown dye karti hain. Unki aankhein moti hain aur lips patle hain.

Phuphijaan ke boobs bahut bade (44-F), kaale aur soft hain. Unke nipples kafi lambe aur sensitive hain. Phuphi ka pait mota aur naram hai lekin unki gaand unki body par sab se sexy cheez hai. Shaheen phuphi ki gol-gol gaand kam-se-kam 50-inch moti, bahut naram aur behad sensitive hai. Phuphi jab bhi chalti hain toh mujhe unke chaudi, gubbare-si gol gaand ko hilta hua dekh kar bada excitement hota hai. Unki taangein bhi moti hai lekin kafi shape me hai. In short, us waqt Shaheen phuphi ka figure 44-36-50 tha.

Shaheen Phuphi ko dekh mujhe porn-star “Maresati” yaad aati hai.

Shaheen phuphi ek Homeopath doctor hain aur meri family me sab se badi hain. Phuphi ke husband unki death tak Central Customs and Excise department me Commissioner ki post par the. Hamare ghar me, aur hamari community me, phuphi ki bahut respect hai. Ghar me badi hone ki wajah se sab unse thoda darte bhi hain kyunki wo har waqt bahut strict rehti hain. Phuphi hamesha dheele salwar kameez pehenti hai. Aur baaki aurton ki tarah, Phuphi ghar se nikalte waqt apne kapdon ke upar Hijab aur Abaya pehenti hain.

Logon ke samne toh Shaheen phuphi bahut mazhabi aur strict banti hain, lekin jab se uncle ki death hui tab se maine Phuphijaan ka ek alag, behad chaukane wala, side dekha.

February 2006 me, uncle ki maiyat ke baad Tazin kuch dino ke liye uske bade bhai Javed ke sath Mumbai chali gai thi. Phuphi ko akela mehsus na ho isiliye meri mummy ne mujhe raat me unke flat par sone ko kaha. Phuphi ne mujhe Appi ke room me sone ko kaha. Us waqt ghar me kisi ko ye nahi maalum tha ke Tazin Appi aur maine ek-dusre ko chup-chup kar chodta the. Appi ke room me unhe chodne ki meri oğuzeli escort kai saari yaadein thi to main behad bechain hone laga. Isiliye main Tazin ke computer par porn-movie dekh kar hila raha tha ke Shaheen Phuphi ne mujhe pakad liya.

Fir Shaheen Phuphi ne dheere-dheere mujhe seduce kiye aur unhe chodne ko raazi kar liya.

Main tab bhi har waqt behad horny hua karta tha aur Phuphi ke open sex offer se main jaldi maan gaya. Fir Phuphijaan aur main regularly chodne lage. Jab bhi ho sake, Phuphi mujhe chodne unke ghar bula leti, ya fir Phuphi unka clinic bandh hone ke baad mujhe kisi hotel chodne le jati.

Isi beech, Shaheen Phuphi ne mujhse pehli baar gaand marwai and unhe tab se gaand chudwane ka shauq hi lag gaya.

Phuphi Ne Eid Par Gaand Gift Ki

(12PM — 7PM, Monday 23 October 2006)

Saal 2006 ki Eid mujhe acche-se yaad hai. Us waqt tak Phuphi aur meri sexual-relation shuru hue 6 months so zyada ho gae the. Itne dino me main Shaheen Phuphi ke sexual choices ke baare me kafi-kuch jaan gaya tha. Aur us Eid par to Phuphi ne unki hawas ki hadein aur bata di!

Eid ke din meri joint-family ke sabhi log ek-saath Shaheen Phuphi ke ghar lunch karti hai. Phuphi ghar me sab se badi thi, to uncle aur wo hamesha lunch par sako invite karte the. Har baar ki tarah subah Eid ki namaaz padh kar main doston se milne chala gaya. Dopahar 1 PM ke baad main ghar aaya aur bike park kar ke first-floor par Phuphijaan ke flat par gaya.

Main ek white-colored Kurta-Pyjama pehne tha aur Eid ke lazeez khane ke mood me tha. Phuphi ke flat ke bade-se drawing-room me mere sabhi chacha aur kuch family-friends khana khane baithe the. Andar main-hall se mujhe meri chachi aur cousins ki aawazein aa rahi thi. Hamari family me sabhi aurtein parda karti hai to aurtein aur gents sath mil kar nahi baithte hain.

Maine sabhi ko salaam kaha aur mardon ke sath khana khane baith gaya. Har baar ki tarah Phuphi ne behad tasty Biryani, Tandoori aur kai sari dishes banae the. Main to khane par toot padha aur pait bhar khana kha kar utha. Sabhi mardon ka khana ho gaya to sab uth kar samne living-room me chale gae. Tab main andar main-hall me gaya aur mere chachi aur cousin sisters se baatein karne laga.

Shaheen Phuphi ne ek bhari blue-colored Sari aur red-gold blouse pehna tha. Waise to Phuphi ne Sari acche-se pehni thi mere dimagh me to unki moti, curvy body andar saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Main nazrein chupa kar Phuphi ko dekh raha tha ke unhone mujhe ishara kiya aur uth khadi hui.

“Beta, upar store-room me kuch crockery rakhi hai. Zara usey nikaalne me meri help karoge?” Phuphi ne sab ke samne kaha aur main unke peeche-peeche kitchen se hota hua seedhiyan chadh kar second-floor pe chadhne laga. Tab maine Phuphi ki moti, chaudhi gaand ka shape acche-se dekha aur sach-me unki moti-moti gaand paani-se bhare balloons ki tarah hilne lagi. Ye dekh kar hi mera lund excited hone laga. Fir Phuphi ne store-room ka door khole aur hum dono andar chale gae to usey andar se bandh kar diya.

“Aatu, bade cute lag rahe ho aap.” Phuphijaan ne palat kar mujhse kaha and mujhse lipat gai aur mujhe kiss karne lagi.

Phuphijaan ne unki moti-moti baahein mere gale me daali hui thi, aur unki curvy mulayam body mujhse ragadh rahi thi. Maine bhi mere haath unki moti-moti gaand par rakh diye aur unke kulho ko zoron-se masalne laga. Phuphijaan behad excited hone lagi aur unki saansein bhi bhaari ho rahi thi.

“Muah” Phuphi ne ek zordaar kiss kar ke aakhir mujhe chhoda toh hum dono saansein bharne lage.

Phuphi badi khush dikh rahi thi, lekin main andar-hi-andar bahut ghabra raha tha. Neeche first-floor par mere saare family-members baithe the, jin me Tazin Appi, meri sisters aur mere mom-dad the. Mujhe darr lagne laga ke kahin koi aa gaya aur Phuphi aur mujhe kuch ghalat karte dekh liya to badi mushkil ho jaegi. Mujhe us waqt tak is baat ka khayal tha ke hamare naajayaz sexual-relationship ke baare me kisi ko kabhi shaq bhi nahi hona chahiye. Isiliye, aise situations me main Phuphi ke sath physical hone se darta tha.

“Aapko sach me yaha se crockery lana tha kya?” Maine Phuphi se pucha to wo hans padhi.

“Haan, beta. Wo waha upar loft par hai. Aap is seedhi par chadh kar nikaal sakte ho.” Phuphijaan ne ek side me rakhi steel-ladder ki taraf ishara kiya aur kaha.

Maine deewar se seedhi lagaya aur 3-feet upar chadh kar dekhne laga. Waha kafi sare bade aur chhote boxes rakhe the.

“Yaha to bahut saare boxes hain, Phuphijaan. Inme se kaun-sa crockery ka hai?” Maine andhere store-room ke loft me jhaankte hue pucha.

Tabhi achanak mujhe meri thighs par kuch mehsus hua.

“Ah!” Maine dheere-se cheekha aur neeche dekha.

Phuphijaan neeche khade ho kar mere lund ko dhoondh rahi thi. Jald-hi unhe mera lauda mehsus hua aur Phuphi ne usey daboch liya.

“Aahh … Phuphijaan …” Maine excited ho kar kaha.

Phuphi ne muskurate hue mere pyjame ke upar se hi mere mote lambe laude ko hilana shuru kar diya. Mere laude oğuzeli escort bayan ko khada hone me der nahi lagi aur meri salwar me samne ek tambu ban gaya. Main ghabra kar darwaze ko dekha aur bahar kisi aahat ki aawaz sunne laga. Mujhe pata tha ke agar koi kitchen ki seedhiyon se chadh kar second-floor par store-room ki taraf aaega, to tiles par uske kadmo ki aawaz mujhe saaf sunai degi. Itni der me Phuphijaan ne meri salwar ka naadha kheench kar dheela kiya aur usey neeche kar diya.

“Oh … Mere bete …” Phuphi ne hawas-bhari aawaz me kaha jab unhone meri gori-gori taangon ko dekha aur unhe nihaarne lagi.

Phuphi ne jaldi-se meri gori muscular thighs ko pyaar-se sehlana shuru kar diya aur dekhte-dekhte mere laude tak haath pahuncha diya. Fir wo meri underwear ke upar se hi mere sakht mote lund ko daba kar sehlane lagi.

“Aaah …” Maine maze-se karaah diya aur kuch hi der me Phuphi ke lund sehlane ke maze lene laga.

Phuphijaan ne meri underwear ke andar haath daal diya aur mere goton ko sehlane lagi. Issey to meri excitement aur bhi badh gai aur main unhe chodne ko betaab hone laga.

“Aapko aisa accha lagta hai na beta?” Phuphijaan ne bade pyaar-se pucha to maine sir hila kar haan keh diya.

“Haan … Bahut sexy lagta hai Phuphijaan.” Maine dheemi, hawas-bhari aawaz me unka jawaab diya.

Phuphijaan ne mera mota sakht lund underwear ke andar pakda hi tha ke tabhi achanak seedhiyon se aawaz aai.

“Mummy!” Tazin Appi ne seedhiyan chadhte hue pukara, “Sari ladies lunch karne aapka wait kar rahi hain.”

Phuphijaan ne turant unka haath neeche kheench liya aur main seedhi par baithe hue meri salwar ka naadha baandhne laga. Main ghabra raha tha ke agar Appi ne mujhe aur Phuphi ko is haalat me dekh liya to unhe shaq ho jaega. Leking Phuphijaan nahi ghabrai. Phuphijaan ne jaldi-se store-room ka darwaza khola aur bahar jhaank kar dekha.

“Haan, thik hai. Hum aa rahe hain.” Phuphijaan ne unki normal strict aawaz me kaha aur Tazin Appi neeche chali gai.

Us waqt tak maine meri salwar ka naadha baadh liya aur loft par se ek bowls ka box utha kar seedhi utar gaya. Fir Phuphijaan ne jaldi-se unki Sari aur blouse thik kiya aur main unke peeche-peeche kitchen me aa gaya. Waha unki maid ko box de kar main seedhe ghar gaya, kyunki us waqt mera excited lund dukhne laga tha.

Mere mom-dad aur sisters Phuphijaan ke flat par the to main ghar par akela tha. Main mere room me computer par video-games khelne laga ke thodi der me mera cell-phone baj utha. Caller-ID par Phuphijaan ka number dekh kar main excitement se muskuraya aur call utha kar hello kaha.

“Shaam me 6 baje upar aana.” Phuphijaan ne dheemi-se aawaz me kaha aur call cut ho gaya.

Main samajh gaya ke Phuphijaan bhi meri hi tarah chodne ko betaab hai. Ye soch kar main aur bhi excited ho gaya aur shaam hone ka intezaar karne laga. Thodi der me mere mom-dad aur sisters bhi Phuphi ke ghar ki dawat se laut kar aa gae, aur sabhi aaram karne apne-apne rooms me chale gae. Main video-games bandh kar ke porn-movie dekhne laga, aur bahut excited ho gaya.

Aakhir 6 PM ko main chup-chaap main mere flat se nikla aur dheere-se darwaza bandh kar ke upar first-floor par Phuphijaan ke flat gaya. Main unke flat ke main-door par khada ho kar unhe cell-phone se call lagane wala tha ke Shaheen Phuphi ne achanak main-door khola, jaise wo mere intezaar me khadi ho.

“Andar aa jaiye, beta.” Phuphijaan ne dheemi aawaz me kaha, taki Tazin ko aawaz na aa jae.

Phuphijaan tab bhi red-gold blouse aur blue Sari pehne thi. Lekin is baar unki Sari ka pallu neeche gir gaya tha jissey Shaheen Phuphi gehri cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi. Phuphijaan ke bade-bade boobs behad ubhre-hue lag rahe the, aur unke blouse me mushkil-se samaa rahe the. Phuphi ne Sari ko aur bhi neeche kar ke pehen liya tha, jissey unki gol-matol hips aur moti-moti gaand ka shape bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Sari niche pehen kar Shaheen Phuphi mujhe unka mota-naram pait dikha rahi thi.

Tazin Appi ke haathon pakde jane ka risk hone ke bawajud main bahut josh me aa gaya. Main main-door ke andar aaya to Phuphi ne turant darwaza lock kar diya. Unhone mera haath pakda aur chup-chaap mujhe unke bedroom le gai. Kitchen se guzarte waqt maine seedhiyon par dekha ke kahin Appi jaag to nahi gai, lekin waha koi nahi tha.

“Tazin so rahi hai.” Phuphijaan ne mujhse kaha tab mujhe thoda kam nervous laga.

Phuphi ke bade-se bedroom me kaafi andhera tha, kyunki windows par curtains ghiri hui thi aur unke beech se sirf thodi suraj ki kirnein andar aa rahi thi. Fir bhi, room ke andar rakha furniture saaf nazar aa raha tha, jaise Shaheen Phuphi ka bada-sa bed aur ek side me rakha dressing-table, waghairah.

“Jaldi-jaldi kapdein utaaro, beta!” Phuphijaan ne mujhse dheere-se kaha and khud unki Sari utaarne lagi.

Maine kuch kahe bina mera Kurta utaar diya, aur Phuphijaan ne unki Sari khol di. Phuphi mere qareeb aai to wo sirf red-gold blouse aur ek tight blue petticoat pehne thi. Unka escort oğuzeli blouse ab behad tight dikh raha tha, aur unki gehri-kaali cleavage aur bhi badi lag rahi thi. Phuphi ne petticoat pait par itne neeche pehna tha ke unka kaal-gehra navel ab saaf dikh raha tha. Phuphijaan qareeb aa kar jaldi-jaldi mera Pyjame ka naadha kholne lagi to main unke bade-bade boobs ko blouse ke andar hilte hue dekhne laga. Issey mera lamba lund jald-hi excited ho kar khada hone laga.

Ab main sirf underwear pehne khada tha aur Phuphi mere underwear ke andar dabe mote-lambe laude ko dekh kar muskurai. Fir unhone nazrein milai aur unke tight blouse par haath phera.

“Aatu, hamein nanga kariye.” Phuphijaan ne excited ho kar kaha.

Maine turant Shaheen Phuphi ke blouse ke buttons kholna shuru kar diye. Maine blouse khola toh andar Phuphi white-color bra pehni thi, jinme unke bade-bade D-cup size ke boobs mushkil se samaa rahe the. Phuphi ka blue petticoat behad tight tha aur unki curvy hips aur moti-moti taangon ka shape saaf dikhne laga. White-color ki bra aur blue-color ka petticoat Phuphijaan ke kaale mote badan par kaafi sexy lag rahe the.

Phuphi jaldi-se mere samne ghutno par baith gai aur meri underwear kheench kar utaar di, jissey mera mota-lamba lauda ab freely khada hone laga.

“Wow!” Phuphijaan ne mere sakht-hote lund ko dekha to chehek kar kaha, “Mujhe aapke lund ki bahut yaad aa rahi thi, beta.”

Ye kehte hue Phuphi meri gori-gori taangon ko sehlate hue upar jaane lagi. Tab Phuphi ne pyaar-se mere chikne mote gote pakde aur unhe sehlane lagi.

“To fir aapne tab mujhe sataya kyun?” Maine thoda naraaz ho kar ke pucha.

“Oh …” Phuphijaan muskura kar kehne lagi, “Sorry, beta. Mujhe us waqt hi aapko chodne ka pura mood tha lekin Tazin ne aawaz lagai to main kuch nahi kar saki. Koi baat nahi. Ab main aapko aur bhi acche-se chodungi!” Phuphi ne excited ho kar kaha aur fir mere laude ko kiss karne lagi.

“Ohhh …” Maine maze-se karaah diya.

Phuphijaan ne mere lund ke moti topi ko pehle kiss kiya fir munh ke andar le kar usey pyaar-se chaatne lagi. Main behad excited ho raha tha to maine aankhein bandh ki aur Shaheen Phuphi ke blowjob ko enjoy karne laga.

Shaheen Phuphi mere lund ko upar kiss karte hue chaatne lagi aur apne haathon se mere sensitive balls ko sehlane lagi. Phuphi ki naram-geeli zabaan ke chaatne par mera mota-lamba lauda jaldi hi hard ho gaya. Mujhe mera lauda Phuphi ke munh ke andar badhta hua mehsus hua. Phuphi tab mushkil se mere mote-mote laude ko 3-inch tak hi munh ke andar le paa rahi thi. Lekin Phuphi ne honthon se mere mote-khade laude ko dabana shuru kiya aur usey neeche-se chaatne lagi toh mere lund me excitement ka current daudh padha.

Hum dono ne ek-dusre ko itni baar chod liya tha ke hame tab tak acche-se maalum tha ke ek-dusre ko excited kaise kiya jae. Isiliye Phuphi ke expert blowjob se mera lund kuch hi der me puri tarah hard ho chuka tha.

Main excitement ke maare mera munh dabae khada raha aur fir Phuphi ne mere lund ko chooste hue usey hilana bhi shuru kar diya. Phuphijaan behad excited ho kar mere mote-lambe lund ko munh me aur andar daalne lagi aur tabhi mera lund Phuphijaan ke halaq me jaa atka.

“Aack!” Phuphijaan ka dum ghutne laga to unhone turant mera mota-sakht lauda munh se nikala aur lambi-lambi saansein bharne lagi, “Idhar aaiye, Aatu.” Phuphi ne mujhe betaab ho kar kaha bed ki taraf ishara kiya.

Phuphijaan ne mujhe bed par laita diya aur turant meri thighs par aa kar baith gai. Shaheen Phuphi ne unka tight petticoat upar kheencha aur dusre haath se mera mota-lamba lund pakad kar khada rakha. Fir Phuphi ne mera lund unki choot par rakha aur us par baithne lagi.

“Aaahh ….” Phuphijaan ne thoda dard se karaah diya kyunki mera mota-lamba lund shuru me unhe dard deta tha lekin unki hawas itni thi ki Phuphi ko isme bhi bada mazaa aata.

“Mmm …” Maine bhi maze se karaah diya, jab Shaheen Phuphi ki garam-geeli choot me mera mota-khada lauda andar jaane laga.

Phuphijaan ne aankhein bandh kar li and ek lambi saans le kar mere mote-lambe lund ko ek sath unki choot me le liya.

“Ufff!” Phuphi dard-bhari aawaz me karaah uthi aur mere chest par haath rakh kar kuch seconds baithi rahi, aur mere lambe-sakht lund ko unki choot me bhar kar maze lene lagi.

“Haan …” Maine maze-se aawaz nikali, kyunki Phuphi ki chikni-geeli choot me mera pura lund samaa gaya tha.

Tab mere lund ki topi Phuphijaan ke choot ke andar unke G-spot par ragadhne lagi. Maine Phuphi ki moti-moti thighs ko sehlana shuru kiya. Issey to Shaheen Phuphi ki hawas betahasha badh gai aur Phuphi ne mere mote-lambe lund par uchal-uchal kar chodna shuru kar diya. Phuphi ke chehre se hi maalum ho raha tha ke wo chudai behad enjoy kar rahi thi. Unhone aankhein bandh kar rakhi thi aur mujhe pata tha ke wo besabri se orgasm ka intezaar kar rahi thi.

Dekhte-dekhte Phuphijaan mere mote-mote laude par aur tezi-se uchalne lagi, jissey Phuphi ke bade-bade boobs unki white bra se nikal kar bahar aa gai.

“Mmm …” Main ye dekh aur bhi excited ho gaya aur turant Phuphi ke kale-bale boobs haath me le kar zoron-se masalne laga aur unke lambe-lambe nipples kheenchne laga.

“Haan … Beta … Dabao … Mere boobs aur zor se dabao please … Aah! … Uff … Wow … Haan …” Phuphi betahasha excited ho kar ke kehne lagi.

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The pulse of the drums was deafening. Allen found himself dancing between two sweaty jock-clad daddy bears bouncing to the music. Rough hands slid up his kilt. One of them, Red-haired and stocky, danced in close to Allen, pushing his ass into Allen’s crotch.A tongue entered his mouth. A rough white beard rubbed against his cheeks.”Come with us.” A hand grabbed each of his wrists and he followed.A beaded curtain parted before the trio and they entered a dark back room. The drum beat was still present but accented with moans and slapping noises. Allen’s back was pressed against a cold wall. His kilt lifted. Two mouths found his hardening cock and kissed around it.Hands teased his balls, thighs, and hole. One of the daddies stood and licked the side of his face and said, “Want to be in the middle when that sling is free?” The bald man pointed to a leather hammock swinging with a twink aboard. “Let’s enjoy the show.” Allen winked.They approached to queue up for the sling. Allen’s kilt was a formality at this point as his body was bare to those near enough to see. The bald bear kept his mouth on Allan’s cock and balls.The sling emptied the red-headed bear hopped in with practiced ease. A hand grabbed Allen’s head and pushed him into the displayed hole.Sweaty, musty, and sweet. Allen tongued the hole of the daddy bear in the sling. He tasted the tang of lube and he paused to look at the man whose hole he was eating. “Prepped and suriyeli escort ready for you boy,” he responded with a devious smirk. Allen stood back up and took aim at the hole.The other man undid Allen’s belt and removed the kilt. Freed and skyclad, he slid into the red-headed bear’s hole. He was quite lubed and Allen quickly got up a good thrusting rhythm. The bald daddy wrapped his hands around Allen’s chest and played with his nipples. The redhead groaned and growled with each thrust. His pierced cock bounced against his hairy belly. “Mind if I slide in?” the thick beard nuzzling his neck.Allen thrust deep into the man in the sling, turned his head to the white-bearded man, winked, and spread his legs. A cool slick finger gently wiggled into his hole, opening him slowly. “I think you’re ready,” the daddy said into his ear. Allen leaned forward.The bald man entered him which pushed Allen deeper into the red-haired bear. The song changed to a rapid trance number and the three soon found themselves fucking along to the beat. A small crowd gathered to watch the trio fuck to the music.Hot, grinding, fast, fucking. Allen’s body was electric. His cock was in a velvet chute that seemed to grip and suck him in. His hole burned with the hot thrusts. He surrendered to the rhythm and sensations.Hands, nipples, cocks, holes. Pinching, grinding, thrusting, grasping. Spitting, grunting, suriyeli escort bayan begging fucking.He felt his balls tighten to his body, ready to blow. As if in response, the hole he drilled clamped down on him even more. The legs of the red-headed bear spread wider. A hand gripped his shoulder and his waist. He felt teeth sink into his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if he was thrusting or being thrust. It didn’t matter. He was cumming, he was cumming and he was cumming. He filled, was filled, and emptied.It didn’t stop, only slowed. Cum dripped to the floor joining spurts and pools already there. Allen held still, breathed deep, still deep in, and still probed deep. His head spun, his cock pulsed, and his hole stretched. “Want to take a turn in the sling?” a breathless whisper punctuated with a thrust. Allen wanted nothing more, his knees trembled at the thought. The red-headed bear seemed to know exactly what the next move was he reached for Allen who pulled him up and out of the leather sling. He grabbed Allen tight around the waist and forcefully kissed him.“Time to return the favor,” the man said, still kissing Allen. His short beard roughly rubbed against the younger man’s face. Allen was spun while their tongues tousled. The kiss broke and Allen was lifted by both men and fell into the enveloping leather swing. He felt his own cum stick to his ass as he shifted escort suriyeli into position.The red-headed bear was between his legs, a hungry smile on his face. He lowered himself to Allen’s cum dripping hole and tongue fucked the sling-bound younger man. Allen’s hips rolled in ecstasy. The tongue fucked him deeply, probing, tasting, getting his hole even wetter.The bald bear with the white beard was next to him, hard cock pressing against Allen’s face. He took the young man’s hands and wrapped leather restraints around his wrists. Allen’s feet were in stirrups. He was going nowhere and was immensely aroused by the idea. He took the bald man’s cock into his mouth in thanks. Tasting cum and his own ass as he sucked.Allen’s ass was wet and cool as the red-headed bear took his mouth off the hole. He jerked his cock slightly and aimed at Allen’s spread ass. The pierced cock slid deep inside of him in a single thrust. It was larger than the previous cock which now filled his mouth. The couple began fucking him in earnest now, again to the beat of the club music. The crowd tightened in. A flash of a camera went off. There were more cocks pressed against Allen’s restrained body. In his hands, on his side, a second cock on his face trying to get in his mouth.He was surrounded and ecstatic. Bouncing and swinging. Voices, grunts, swears, and cocks. Allen didn’t know whose cock was whose and he didn’t care. He was full, he was covered in sweat and spit and spurts of cum. Man after man, cock after cock entered him, fucked, came and went. Some big, some small, all satisfied.At one point while being fucked by the biggest cock yet, a short stocky furball of a man climbed on top of Allen and rode his cock. His hairy ass enveloped Allen and milked him for all he was worth. 

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What had started out as some fun flirting on the Internet ended up far more than I had bargained for! We have met innocently enough in the chat room, some good-humoured fun, and a little bit of gentle flirting. You don’t come in here for anything serious or mind blowing, or at least that’s what I thought. The chat had become a little bit more intense, still fun and flirty but I soon realised that there was a sensual undertone to the witty one-liners and the quick responses. That chat became a little more urgent, not needy but you could definitely feel the ‘heated edge’ to the chatter. The off hand – “Catch you later” as she signed off, threw me but the friendly poke the next day confirmed that it hadn’t all been me. So gradually over the next few days the two-way chat continued to be flirtier and certainly more direct. A not so innocent question here, an observation there – we started to push the boundaries out a little further, testing the water. When it became clear that there was more than a little mutual attraction and the social barriers had started to come down, we felt far more comfortable to chat and discuss more or less anything. Apart from the usual preamble – the normal day-to-day stuff, the clear sexual chemistry between us started to surface. As we dwelt on our innermost thoughts porno and shared secrets, bit by bit the safety of our normal lives began to be eroded – we were sliding deeper and deeper into a very sensual relationship. The real turning point came one day, as our now daily chat became playful. As we chatted away, Michelle innocently mentioned that she was ‘home alone’ and feeling more than a little turned on. We had several chats like this before but I sensed that this was a bit different. I could tell by her comments that there was definitely some sparks flying. Michelle described in great detail what she was wearing that day and more importantly what she had on underneath. I said it was unfair, as I couldn’t she what she had on and that was it:- “Turn on your cam and skype me” – the words burnt into me as I read them on my screen. The next few minutes were a blur as we logged on to catch the first glimpse of each other for real. Of course we had seen pictures of each other but this was different, there we were, face to face for the first time. It felt perfectly normal; as we had spoken so many times before but this time it was just so much more highly charged. There before me was Michelle. She looked stunning in her black dress, high heels, and, I knew, seamed stockings. Her long anime porno dark hair perfectly framed her lovely face and sensuous lips. “Want to play?” she asked in a sultry manner as she pulled out a pack of playing cards. Where was this going? I thought to myself, but what the hell, Michelle looked far too good to refuse. Before I knew it Michelle had dealt two hands of cards on the table. “You choose,” she said, as she smiled mischievously into the camera. I selected the left hand pair of cards and she turned them over for me. I watched nervously, as I saw a Jack of hearts and a 9 –“Hold,” I said eagerly and waited for Michelle to turn over her cards. My heart skipped a beat as Michelle flipped her cards – a 7 and a 5? I knew she had to turn another card, so I willed her to turn a high number. To my delight the next card was a King, one up to me! I waited to she what Michelle would do next. Slowly she stood up and turned her back, reached behind her and very slowly and deliberately undid the zip on her dress. I knew from her photos, that Michelle had a great figure but as she stood there before me, slowly peeling the straps from her shoulders, I could see just how nice it was. Michelle pulled the dress down over her waist and pushed it over her hips, stopping arap porno to look over her shoulder and into the camera. I was spell bound. Michelle looked stunning, as I stared at my screen. She let the dress fall from her hands and swiftly stepped out of it. Michelle turned to face me and at last I had the perfect view. My eyes wandered down her body – she had put on a lovely black lace bra with matching thong. Her wonderful slim legs were clad in sheer black stockings, set off with high heels. It was definitely a sight to behold. Quickly, Michelle picked up the cards and dealt another hand, my heart was pounding as I hoped for another good hand. Unfortunately it was not to be, and I lost the next two rounds. My luck soon changed, as the cards eventually fell my way. Michelle stood facing the camera, folded her arms and gently cupped each breast in her hands. I saw her thumb brush across the delicate fabric of her lacy bra, with slow deliberated motions; she gently circled her now hardening nipples, stopping briefly to pinch them in between her thumb and forefingers. Letting out an involuntary gasp, Michelle flipped the thin lacy strap from her shoulder, turning away from the cam, still smiling. Her hand quickly dipped behind her as she undid the back of her bra and turning once more she held it in place with her hands. My breathing grew deeper as I watched her pull away the flimsy garment to reveal her perfectly formed pert breasts. Her small but perky nipples standing erect and hard, so tantalizingly close yet so untouchable.

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Back in the seventies, you just left school and found a job. I didn’t know what I wanted to do and after a couple of jobs I didn’t like, I started working for small printing company. It was a family run business, the owner was Mr Davis, but he wasn’t in the office much. His son, who preferred to be called Rod, ran the day-to-day things. Then there was their secretary Rita Robertson, she was the sort of middle-aged woman whose word was law and nobody dared to argue with. I had been working there about five months before we had the company’s Christmas outing. It was going to be dinner, a night drinking in the city and a hotel stay. It sounded great and I would be an adult for the night. At seventeen, you think you can handle alcohol, but I drank a bit too much during the meal. I thought I was fine, but then we hit the town and after a couple of pubs, I was feeling very unsteady. Rod decided to we should go to a strip show and we all lined up outside the club. “He’s not eighteen, he can’t come in.” The bouncer eyed me up, I swayed as I tried to remember what my birth date should be if I had been old enough. “It’s alright Rod; I’m not a great one for strip joints. I’ll go back to the hotel with him,” Mrs Robertson had spoken. I felt like I was back at school and she was the headmistress. Sitting in the hotel bar Mrs. R. ordered two Irish coffees. This was new to me, the hot coffee and strong whiskey burnt my throat. She seemed more relaxed in the bar drinking her coffee; stretching her long legs out, she almost lay in the chair. I started to notice her large breasts as they heaved with escort every breath; my eyes kept drawing to them. Then, as she shuffled in her seat, I caught glimpses of her stocking top and creamy white thigh. She was at least my Mum’s age but I still found her very sexy. “Time you went to bed young man,” she commanded. I finished my coffee and dutifully followed her. We walked up the stairs to the first floor of the hotel and I turned to climb the second flight to my room. “Not so fast young man, I want a word with you in private.” I knew she had caught me taking an eyeful of her thigh and stocking tops, and I probably hadn’t been too discrete about looking at her cleavage as well. She took hold of my tie and led me towards her room, then pushed me through the door in front of her. I knew I was in trouble. “Now young man, you have spent this evening trying to see up my skirt or look down blouse. Now it’s very rude…” I started to stutter an apology, but she silenced me with a finger held to my lips. “It’s very rude to do that and not to say how attractive you think the woman is. Kevin, do you know what an Aunty is when she is not a relative?” I didn’t. “Well, it’s an older woman that teaches a young man like you about sex. I know what girls your age are like, they won’t do this or don’t like that. Now, I’m an experienced mature woman who doesn’t mind sharing her experience with somebody younger.” I was dumbfounded I had expected a telling off, or even a warning from the boss, but not Mrs Robertson wanting sex with me. I was excited and scared at escort bayan the same time. “So Kevin if you promise never to tell anybody about tonight, I’m going to become your Aunty and I’m giving you a big green light to do what you want. Since you have spent the evening looking at my breasts why don’t you help me take my blouse off, then you can hold and enjoy them.” Rita started to undo the buttons on her cuffs; my fingers fumbled the buttons at the front. She let her blouse fall from her shoulders revealing her breasts as they spilled from their cups. Placing a hand behind my head, she coaxed me down onto them. The smell of her perfume intoxicated me with lust. I kissed one breast gently to see what she would do. She pushed my head closer into the valley between them, then taking my hand and she placed it on one of her soft white mounds. “You play with that Lovey,” she coaxed me. My girlfriend breasts were so much smaller and she only let me touch them if she was in the mood. These were warm, soft globes with rubbery nipples waiting to be sucked. I heard the noise of a zip being opened and a swish as her skirt fell to the floor. Then she gently pushed me away, Aunty stood in front of me in stockings, suspender belt, bra and knickers. It was like a page I’d seen in my mum’s home shopping catalogue that was entitled ‘For Those Special Nights’. My mother always tutted and hurriedly turned the offending pages over when she got to that part of the book. Now here was a woman my mother’s age wearing these cloths and offering to teach me about bayan escort sex. “Let’s get these cloths off you shall we Kev?” Aunty said starting to undress me, in moments I stood naked except for my Y fronts conscious of my stiff dick making them bulge. Stunned and terrified, I was hornier than I had ever felt in my life; Rita cupped my balls with one hand and peeled the waistband of my pants down with the other. Her soft fingers bounced my balls gently, “When did your girlfriend last empty these for you?” She asked. I told her that my girlfriend was frightened about getting pregnant, so I had to wear a sheath, but not allowed to cum in her. “Well Lovey, that’s not a problem for me.” She gripped my cock in her hand and rubbed her thumb over my piss hole. “You’re leaking already, you’re not going to last long are you Lovey? Better give Aunty Rita a treat first. Do you know how to French Kiss? I nodded. She pushed me gently onto the bed and pulled my pants off, laying on my back my stiffy stood out like a flagpole from body. I watched as she unclipped her bra and let her tits swing free. They were two of three times bigger than my girlfriend’s and those nipples were so long. Next, she slid her knickers down and smiled at me; still wearing the stockings, suspenders and the high-heeled shoes, she climbed onto the bed beside me. “Well you go down there and French kiss me.” Aunty pushed my head between her legs. I had never kissed a girl there before and wasn’t sure what to do. The two girlfriends that had let me see their pussy’s had lips that always seemed to be squeezed together, but these were big and wide open. At last, I understood what men in the pub meant when they talked about beef curtains or saddlebags. I pushed my tongue into her hole not knowing quite what to do; I expected it to be disgusting, but it tasted slightly tangy and felt slippery on my tongue.

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That night as Sarah undressed she prepared herself for the visit of her father, before getting into bed she showered and then slipped naked into her bed. Lying there in the dark the time seamed to drag, until finally she heard her parents come to bed.

She waited another hour, allowing them to fall asleep, before pushing her bedding from her bed and entangling her legs in the sheets. Sitting up she positioned herself for the best effect and then at the top of her voice cried out as though awaking from a nightmare.

Footsteps came down the landing and her door opened, the light was switched on and her parents stood in the doorway. They both crossed to the bed and enfolded her in their arms.

“What is it honey, a bad dream?”

“I guess Mom, I don’t really remember”

John appeared in the doorway, a robe loosely fastened around him.

“What’s going on? is everything OK?”

Their Mother stood and walked over to John

“Come on honey, Sarah had a bad dream that’s all”

Taking John’s arm she led him from the room back to his own.

Sarah looked at her Dad as he spoke

“Are you sure your OK baby, it’s not that jerk of a boyfriend is it love? He’s not making you do things you don’t want is he? or got you in trouble?”

“No Dad it’s nothing like that, I guess it was just a bad dream. Could you hold me please?”

“Of course baby”

As her father hugged her close she allowed a hand to drop into his lap, she felt his cock jerk slightly as her fingers brushed it through his boxers. Her naked breasts pressed into his hairy chest and she felt her nipples harden as she became aroused at the thoughts of what she was doing. Gently she pushed her hand into the opening of her father’s boxers and closed her fingers around his cock feeling it harden under her touch.

“Baby what do you think your gaziantep bayan escort doing?”

“I’m sorry daddy don’t you like it?”

“Whether I like it or not is beside the point, you’re my daughter”

“I’m also a woman and you’re a very attractive man”

“Honey please”

Taking one of her father’s hands she lifted it to her naked breast

“Don’t you want to Daddy”

Bill couldn’t believe what was happening, he’d dreamt about this since Sarah had been sixteen, but hadn’t expected anything to happen; that was until last night when his wife had made love to their son.

“Sarah honey, I’m not sure about this”

“But Daddy, I want you feel!”

With that Sarah took her father’s free hand and placed it between her legs on her dripping pussy.

“O baby, if you’re sure”

With that Bill stood up from the bed and pushed his boxers down his legs and stepped out of them. Stepping towards his daughter he pushed his erect cock towards her mouth.

“OK honey why don’t you show your daddy how well you suck cock”

Sarah closed her mouth over the head of her dad’s cock, licking her tongue over it before she allowed it to slip from her mouth. Then she slid her tongue around the shaft, running it up and down before once more allowing the head to slip between her lips.

Bill moaned as his daughter’s lips closed around his cock head, reaching down he wrapped his hands in her hair. Holding her head he started to fuck his cock into her mouth.

Outside the bedroom door John and his mom watched as Sarah sucked her dad’s cock, John slipped his hands around his mom’s waist, sliding it through the opening of her robe. Kelly moaned at the feel of her son’s hands as they moved over her belly and breasts, she pushed back against him feeling gaziantep escort bayan his hard cock press into her arse.

“Mmmm John you make me so hot”

Their robes fell to the floor as turned to kiss deeply,

“My room mom”

“No let’s stay here and watch your sister and father”

Kelly slid to the floor in the doorway of her daughter’s room, she felt John’s tongue slid along her pussy lips before his mouth closed upon her clitoris. Turning her head she watched her husband fuck her daughter’s mouth as her son licked her cunt.

Bill was oblivious to his wife and son as his daughter sucked his thrusting cock, he could feel his balls tighten as his cum started to rise. Holding Sarah’s head he pushed his cock into her throat as his cum shot forth.

Sarah gagged on her dad’s cock as he pushed it into her mouth, then she felt the hot salty cum flood her mouth and she tried to swallow as much as she could. Cum dribbled from the corner of her lips as her throat worked filling her stomach with her dad’s jism.

As his orgasm subsided Bill pulled his cock from his daughter’s mouth in a flood of jism. He watched as Sarah scooped up the cum that had escaped and massaged it into her pert breasts and hard nipples. Gently he pushed her back onto the bed, easing her thighs apart his slid a hand over her hot wet pussy. Lowering his mouth to it he slid his tongue along her slit from the crinkled rosebud of her anus to her hard erect clitoris.

Sarah thrust her hips as her dad’s talented tongue slid over her hot pussy, she cried out in pleasure as he pushed it like a small cock between her pussy lips. Her juices were running freely from her pussy down between her arse cheeks, her dad’s tongue moved down lapping it up. She cried out in a mixture of surprise escort gaziantep bayan and pleasure as she felt his tongue push into her arse before it moved back to her dripping pussy.

Sarah could feel her body tighten as her orgasm approached, what pushed her over the edge was the feel of a finger pushing into the rosebud of her anus.

“O yes daddy I’m cuming suck my cunt, Mmmmm I’m cuuummmiiiiinnnnnggggg”

Bill drank the juices that flowed from his daughter’s hot snatch, before moving up her body. Grasping his cock he guided it to the opening of Sarah’s waiting pussy and with one thrust buried it entirely in her cunt. As he started to fuck his daughter she wrapped her legs around his back; thrusting her hips to meet his downward strokes.

Kelly watched her husband bring Sarah to orgasm with his talented mouth as her son did the same to her. As Bill moved up to fuck Sarah, Kelly turned onto her hands and knees.

“Mmmm fuck me John, I want you to fuck me while your dad fucks Sarah”

John needed no further encouragement, moving up behind his mom he slowly slid his cock into her inviting pussy. As he slid his cock into his mom’s cunt John reached around to play with her swinging tits, massaging the hard erect nipples.

Sarah was in a sexual frenzy as her father sucked her breasts and pounded her pussy with his hard cock. Her body was being racked by a series of orgasm all building in intensity towards a massive release.

“Mmmm that’s it baby take daddy’s cock I your tight pussy, uhhh daddy’s gonna cum baby. I’m gonna fill my little girl’s pussy with daddy cum. O ye baby here it comes, O god yes yes arrgghhhhhh”

With that cry Bill rammed his cock deep into his daughter’s pussy as his cum pumped deep into her womb.

As her dad’s cum shot deep into her waiting womb Sarah’s orgasm rocked through her body. Her mind seemed to explode, as her ears filled to the sound of her screams and her father’s cries.

When Sarah finally came too she was lying on her bed cradled in her parent’s arms with her brother sitting naked beside her.

John lent forward and kissed her full on the lips,

“I guess that should put an end to the nightmares, don’t you?”

– The End –

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LADY SWALLOW!

Fuck! Shit! Dammit to hell! I don’t wanna fucking do this, but I damn-well better!

Flipping open his cell phone, Jack Grant punched in Spencer’s number. As soon as his best friend answered, Jack could hear some kind of music in the background. Spencer never plays music so it must be the TV.

Jack was elated, Hot damn — at last, a fucking a break! Spencer’s busy watching a game or something. I can just tell him I’ll call back later, like maybe in a hundred years or so.

Desperately clutching at the reprieve, Jack’s words rushed out nonstop. “Hey, Spence! Sorry to interrupt. Sounds like you’re busy watching something, so I won’t bother you. It can wait. I just catch you at the office on Mon… “

“Nah! No problem at all,” Spencer interrupted him. “Hell, Jack, I’m glad you called, and I got plenty of time. Mac’s swiped the damn TV controller, bound-and-determined to watch some dance show. Not that I care; there’s nothing on it worth watching anyway. So, what’s up?”

Jack sighed in defeat. I’m a doomed man.

“Well, you might wanna find a place to get comfortable; this may take a few minutes.”

“OK. Just let me move back into the kitchen, grab a glass of ice tea, and find a place to sit.”

Jack waited several seconds. Obviously, the first thing Spencer did was tell Mac to turn down the TV. The other end of the phone got suddenly quieter, followed by the sound of a refrigerator door opening and closing. Next, there came the soft tinkling of ice cubes filling a glass and, after what seemed an eternity, Spence was back on the line. “Okay, I’m set. Fire away.”

“Here goes. First, I think I’m too old to have a teenage daughter,” Jack confessed. Start with the safe stuff! Ease him into it!

Peals of genuine laughter rang out from the other end.

“Yeah, yeah…that’s right. Laugh your ass off; it’s fucking hysterical. But, I’m not kidding, Spence; I swear to God, I barely survived the other night with Nikki and MacKenzie both here. Christ, I feel so fucking old.”

He cleared his throat. “Do they seem more mature to you? I mean do the questions they’ve started asking seem to be about more ‘adult’ stuff, lately?”

From his kitchen, Spencer looked into the front room at MacKenzie as she lay on the floor watching some dance show on the wide screen. Her ass moved in time with the dancing. Nothing new there. It’s a very nice ass. It just happens to be my daughter’s ass. ‘Nuff said!

“No,” he said thinking, “Only change I have noticed is my credit card sure-as-shit has taken a beating this month. That much has changed.”

Nervous as hell, Jack cleared his throat again. Christ Almighty, he’s clueless! Oh God, how am I gonna ask this without getting killed? How to ask?

“Oh, come on Jack, stop clearing your fucking throat; it’s a dead giveaway. You only do that is when you are sitting on a shitty poker hand or uncomfortable with something you need to say. We ain’t playing poker, so just spit it out,” Spence prompted.

“Has Mackenzie asked anything about sex? You know, like seeking info. Like needing info about boys or men?” Or about blow jobs? There must be a way to say this.

Spencer wondered aloud, “What’s all this about Jack?”

Okay, how about this? Hey, Spence, I’m helping the girls learn about sex? Nope! I’m helping MacKenzie perfect her swallowing technique? Definite nope! MacKenzie kissed me naked? Nope. I found MacKenzie and Nicole asleep naked and, while I watched, MacKenzie went down on Nikki four times. Nope!

In his mind’s eye, each of those statements ends with a terrifying vision of Spencer hanging up the phone and driving over to his house. Then, after crashing his steel-gray Jeep Grand Cherokee 4×4 into Jack’s front room, Spence climbs out of the SUV and proceeds to kick Jack’s ass. Finally, as an afterthought, Spencer methodically tears him limb from limb, calmly pours gasoline over his dismembered but still writhing carcass, and calmly strikes a match.

Jack rubbed his brow. “I think I may have just had the Bird’s and Bee’s talk, or a least some part of it, with Nicole. Since she and MacKenzie seem to share even the tiniest bits of information this summer, I thought maybe you should know.” Partially true at least. What I just did with Nicole was definitely within the parameters of the ‘Daddy-Daughter Talk’. Give or take an eternally damning sin or two.

Spencer seemed to take forever before responding. At last, he spoke, “Shit! I was hoping to put this off a bit. You know, till after she married? Or the last weekend before college.”

Jack damn-near passed out from relief. He bought it! Thank you, thank you, thank you God!

“Thanks, Jack,” Spence continued, “To tell you the truth, she did seem a little quieter after their sleepover. I wondered what they are talking about?” His voice rose, “What the hell am I saying? God damn it, I’m not gaziantep escort bayan reklamları ready for this!”

“Spence, I’m not sure that I’m ready for this coming of age stuff either,”Jack admitted out loud. At least, that is definitely the truth.

“So, how was the ‘Birds and the Bees Talk’?”

“What?” Shit! Shit! Shit! Jack searched frantically for some way not to talk about this.

“So help me out here, Jack; give me some pointers. How did it go? What did you talk about? I’m curious, ’cause like you said, ‘they share everything’.”

Jack scrambled, Don’t panic! Just take a deep breath! It’s an innocent enough question; nothing but two normal dads talking about how to handle similar problems. Happens all the time.

At that precise moment, Jack Grant decided to survive no matter what it took; suddenly he became the best friend another single dad could have. Keeping his voice calm and relaxed, he began, “Oh, you know, I guess the usual. Subjects like how to keep your panties on. What to do with fluids. How to tell if the boy likes you. How tricky men can be when they want to get into a girl’s panties.” Quickly clarified,”Of course, I mean how to keep her panties on. Tricks to satisfy the boy without giving up her virginity!” Jack paused, then continued almost clinically,”We covered hand jobs; we covered dry humping; we covered kisses.” And oh yeah, Spence; I find it all works best if you throw in a little ‘show ‘n tell’! God, I hope I didn’t say that out loud.

In his imagination, Jack kept hearing the distinct echo of a hammer pounding after each mention of his ‘Birds and Bees’ discussion with Nikki; he just couldn’t tell if the sound was a coffin nail being driven into a casket or the gavel on a judge’s bench. Neither image soothed his worries. It didn’t make any difference either way, the verdict was ‘Guilty … guilty … guilty’!

“Wow! Jack, that’s totally … ” Spence tried to find just the right word. Terrifying!

“Spencer, honestly it was the most emotionally and physically tiring talk I’ve ever had in my life. I’m freaking exhausted.” Maybe ‘drained’ would be a more accurate description. Drained, definitely drained!

I fucking hate being a single dad! Spencer thought. “I guess I better sit down with MacKenzie before someone else does. You know, before I walk in on her going down on someone and have to kill him.”

Kill him?! Jack cringed. “Hey, I’ll let you have the rest of your day. I’m worn out anyway. I think I’ll turn in early tonight.”

“Jack, I …. I want to thank you for all the time you let MacKenzie spend at your house. I know she can be a handful. I’m so grateful that you and Nikki share your lives with her.” Laughing, Spencer added,”And I want you to know it’s not just because you never get laid and I do!” And, God knows I’d never get laid if Mac was here all the time.

Fortunately for both of them Spence couldn’t see Jack scowl, jerk the phone away from his ear, and flip it off with the bird. Oh, very fucking funny! No, I don’t mind at all being the single father of ‘two’ girls while you get your ashes hauled on a regular basis by someone in orange shorts and a tight white shirt with Big Owl Eyes on it.

Instead, Jack graciously replied, “It’s been a pleasure to see her grow up, Spencer. I loved helping teach her to ride a bicycle. I loved teaching them to fly a kite at the beach.” And since you put it that way, I fucking loved teaching your daughter to throat-fuck. Actually I’m embarrassed to death at my lack of control, but I can’t tell you either of those things.

Jack reminisced, “They have grown up …”

Spencer finished the thought, “… like sisters!”

Jack added quietly, “It’s like having …”

Spencer chimed in again, “… two daughters.”

” ‘Night, Spencer.”

” ‘Night, Jack. Thanks for the heads-up.”

While the dads were finishing their man-to-man talk, a disgruntled Nikki walked into the living room. She plopped down on the floor on her tummy, her fingers fiddling with the small knobs on her game controller. She rolled over on her back and groaned in frustration. I’m so bored. My dad is totally useless; he hasn’t paid attention to me all day. All day! He’s just been reading some manual from one of his games. Now, he is on the phone with Uncle Spencer.

And he’s never going to answer my question! It’s been hours! I’ll go crazy if I keep thinking about it!

.

Sighing, she hit the power button on the controller. The PlayStation box lit up happily. She rolled back onto her tummy. Escape from boredom beckoned as the lighted stripe on the case began to pulse. Play me!

A dark and haunting strain of music filled her headphones as she returned to the ‘Holds of Skyrim’. It was a virtual world of myth, magic, dragons, and dragon slayers. In an ancient nation gaziantep bayan escort reklamları split by civil war, Nicole’s plays the role of a Dragonborn, a long-awaited herald of either a New Age or the End of the World. In this vast virtual landscape, her avatar, Lady Swallow, moved gracefully and noiselessly through a rustic town. It was dark outside and no one noticed her. She was like a living shadow. The haunting music of the game ebbed and flowed around her like a dirge.

Lady Swallow was hungry. It was night. It was summer. She needed to feed.

Nikki lay on the floor using the controller. The avatar that she’d created months ago was a now a vampire, which meant the whole world turned hostile if they found her out. The young female vampire looked just like Nikki. Blond, long haired, slight of build, and almost willowy, her avatar was almost girlish in figure. It had taken Nicole four hours to replicate herself in the game. She had more than a thousand hours of play in this persona.

She hadn’t planned on being a vampire, but she’d been bitten and infected during a fight with a cult of the ‘Undead’ who killed a small girl in the village. The cost of her careless moment, avenging the death of the girl, had been this curse. Now, she found it a source of increased strength and endurance.

Nikki’s avatar searched the far corners of this fantasy world for ‘words of power’. When speaking these words using ‘The Voice’, she invoked the power of the ancient language of dragons. Words shaped this world. She wielded magic like a shield. She wielded magic like a weapon. She usually fought with a dark elf at her side, but they had become separated in the underground caverns outside town. That was okay, because there were some things about herself she didn’t want the dark elf to know. The dark elf was a mercenary and master of combat. Any weapon Nikki gave her, she used to perfection. She had no mercy and Nikki never had to save her. She was totally fierce. The elf reminded her of MacKenzie.

But, right now, Lady Swallow was alone.

She didn’t want her dark-elf companion to know how hungry she was. She especially didn’t want her to know how she satisfied her hunger.

Unheard by Nikki, Jack Grant walked up behind his teenage daughter as she lay on the floor playing the game. He watched as a naked young woman on the screen moved silently down a rustic hall. Her eyes glowed. She was naked. He frowned; the character bore a distinct resemblance to Nicole. I didn’t know video games were so realistic. Her body is almost like Nikki’s. I also didn’t know video game characters were naked.

“Nicole?”

She still didn’t hear him with the game turned up, so he reached down and touched her shoulder.

“Hey there, Daddy.” She turned her head.

“Why is your character naked? I mean, don’t these games have some kind of parental controls on them for kids?”

Kid? Cocking an eyebrow, she shot him a look. “Dad, I distinctly remember turning eighteen about five months ago. You remember, the party with the Dairy Queen Ice Cream cake? How come you always seem to forget that?”

“Sorry, my bad. Yeah, yeah … you’re a young woman. So, may I ask why your character just happens to run around naked?”

“My character in the game is very powerful. I’ve played her so long that I can beat most enemies easily if I use armor and weapons. I’m playing her without weapons and armor to see if she is powerful enough to fight without them; I’m trying to see if she can win even naked. She uses magic and other powers to stay alive.”

“Other powers?”

“Watch!”

While Jack observed, Nikki’s character slipped into one of the rooms that must have been in some kind of hostel or inn. A woman lay on a bed. The avatar removed her clothes. Still, the woman did not stir. Nikki’s character bent closer. Glowing eyes!

Jack smiled. “She’s a vampire?”

“Yes, she is, but not just a vampire.” She is much, much more!

“Oh?”

The woman on the bed tried to stir. Nikki’s avatar waited till she resumed sleeping. As she leaned over the sleeping form, the question “Feed?” appeared on the screen. Nikki fed.

“She’s a sex vampire!” Nikki declared proudly. Lady Swallow is the first ever sex vampire! I rule!

“What the fuck is a sex vampire?”Jack blurted out. What the hell kind of game is this?

“Her name is Lady Swallow. She takes blood to live, but she also feeds on secret desires and fantasies. She feeds on their dreams while they sleep.” Everyone has secret fantasies, Daddy. Even you!

“You do lead a rich fantasy life, Nikki!” Like father, like daughter!

Jack took a place on the couch, not really paying attention to what she was playing anymore. However, he was paying attention to what she was wearing. He looked at his daughter, lying there on the escort gaziantep bayan reklamları rug dressed in a t-shirt barely long enough cover her small butt. He waited as she kicked each foot back and forth. He saw where her legs entered the long tee. He couldn’t see any panties, but he shook off that thought as he started reading.

Jack was already half-way through a seven-hundred page manual for the simulation game he was currently enjoying each night in his den. The title of the manual: The Falcon 4.0 Officer’s Edition Loose-Leaf Manual. He was reading-up on the procedures for aerial refueling and trying to figure out how to keep his jet F-16 from bobbing up and down behind the air tanker as he approached. The Chapter: The care and feeding of your Falcon!

Nikki reached forward, placing her game-controller carefully on the floor in front of the plasma-screen TV. Her shirt rode up just enough to answer his question. Bare cheeks. No panties. He sighed audibly and she looked over her shoulder at him. She thought for a minute and got up, stretching. That lifted the shirt enough for him to see her bald, little pussy peek out.

She sat down next to him. “I’m starving, Daddy!” Putting her head against his shoulder, she pleaded, “Feed me.” The haunting music of Skyrim filled the living room as the game’s soundtrack played on.

Jack had to laugh at the incongruity of his daughter using those words after what he’d just seen her character do in the game. Kissing the top of her head, he stood and headed to the kitchen to prepare them a dinner.

The Grants had a late supper of fresh spinach salad, chock-full of cucumbers and tomatoes and topped with bacon dressing. To hers, Nikki added sprinkles of six different cheeses and some pecan halves. She dragged her bowl back to the living room to play her game. Jack wasn’t really hungry. Satisfied she wouldn’t die of malnutrition, he retired to his den to play on the computer but his mind wasn’t in it. After a drink or two or three, he thought over the morning. Was that really our ‘Birds and Bees’ talk?

An exhausted Jack went to bed early. Tossing and turning, his last waking thought was Nikki’s warning, Just don’t take forever!

It was almost midnight, Nicole was still on the PlayStation in Skyrim. She was thinking about their morning while she played. She looked outside at the deepening darkness. Night has fallen. In the game, in the world of Skyrim, night had fallen as well.

Lady Swallow was hungry. It was night. It was summer. She needed to feed.

Armor off and weapons removed, she moved naked towards the King’s hall. Here, in the imaginary world of the Holds of Skyrim, she was a dreaded legend. She had become a creature of magic and power, both respected and feared. What I want, what I need, I take! Try to stop me if you dare!

Silently, she crept past a guard into the royal chamber. It was dark. The King, an older man, not unlike her father, lay sleeping. She looked down on him. Then, she removed his clothes. She took just enough blood to fight off the fever of her hunger. She took it with a night kiss. He lay there afterward, diminished. Swallow wanted more. She intended no real harm, but she needed this. She created a staff almost from thin air. It gleamed. Pointed it at the sleeping king; it reached out, touching his innermost fantasies. It took his dreams. The strength of his secret needs fed the staff’s power. Lady Swallow could use that power.

It was midnight when Nikki saved her progress in the game and shut down the PlayStation. She stretched. She wasn’t tired, but she was hungry. It was late at night. It was summer. She needed something.

Sometimes art imitates life. Sometimes life imitates art.

Nicole stood in front of the open refrigerator. She had a drink of milk from the bottle. Nothing in there seemed appetizing. Her hunger grew. It’s not my tummy that feels empty. This hunger is lower.

Nikki smiled faintly. Her eyes filled with need. She was beginning to recognize this feeling. Without a moment’s hesitation, she did what she had done hundreds of times in Skyrim. Nicole stripped naked. She removed the band holding her hair in a ponytail. Shaking her head, her hair fanned out dropping across both shoulders. Her appearance became wild and untamed with her hair like that. She smiled, moving soundlessly across the carpet and quietly mounted the stairs.

She was accustomed to the dark. It wrapped her in a cloak. Tonight, it would obscure what she was planning to do. Like a shadow, she moved down the hall towards her dad’s room. This night, there is no lightening to break the darkness that hides me in this hall.

“I can do this!” She closed her eyes for a moment, then Nikki’s lips whispered a silent invocation.

I am the need that burns in the night. I am the eyes that see in the dark. I am the night wind that rustles no leaf. I am the shadow that leaves no trace of passing.

I take only what I need.

He will not wake. He will not see. He will not know.

It was Nikki who moved towards her father’s door, but t was Lady Swallow who crossed the threshold to the King’s royal bedchamber. This house’s guardian, a giant and fierce bear, lay sleeping down the hall. The King is unprotected. He lays there under the covers, defenseless, before me. The man is tired. Like all tired men, he snores.

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I’d noticed my stepson had started eyeing me shortly after I married his father, but I thought nothing of it. Boys will be boys and I had to admit it was a bit flattering to think that I “still had it” despite being significantly older. If he had tried to do something about it that would have been another story. But what was the harm in a few glances here and there? 

I had married his father Alan when my stepson Jay had just turned fourteen. I was quite a bit younger than Alan who was 36 at the time. On occasion I had been mistaken for Jay’s sister.

Despite our age difference Alan and I had plenty in common. Aside from our sex drives. That hadn’t been as much of an issue when we were dating but once we were married I often found myself frustrated. However I resolved to remain faithful to Alan who didn’t mind my ever growing collection of toys.

I noticed however as Jay became older he was slowly becoming more distant. He was living with us but spent most of his time with his friend group or various girlfriends. It was fine that he had a social life but I missed the friendly relationship we’d had when he had first come to live with us. Now four years had passed and it was like karataş escort we were complete strangers.

One night Jay had come home late. I’d noticed because he was loud and slammed the door behind him. I’d always been a light sleeper and he knew this. I assumed he must have been drunk.

I groaned and got out of bed to say something but when I got to the living room he wasn’t there. He must have gone to his room and passed out. Something however flashed out of the corner of my eye. It was his phone. He must have set it down and forgotten it when he went to bed. I grabbed it with the intention of sliding it under his door. Then the screen flashed again. Without meaning to I looked at it and saw a text from a girl named Jenna.

“I wanna be fucked by your big fat cock till I squirt and cum. I want my pussy to be wet and numb.”

I felt my face flush warm with embarrassment and then looked around but of course no one had seen me. That text made me feel shy but also something else. It lit a fire in me I hadn’t felt in quite a while.

I laid down on the couch and stared at the text blankly for a moment, unsure of what to do karataş escort bayan with myself or my growing feelings. I hadn’t had the time to take care of myself in a while yet a dirty text to my stepson had ignited something in me I hadn’t felt in quite a while.

I knew I had to see more, and yet if I did there wouldn’t be any coming back from this. I sighed and swiped at his phone. Of course it was password locked. I tried his birthday. No luck. Then his father’s. Almost on a whim I tried my own. The phone opened.

I wasn’t sure what to do with this information but right now I was searching for something else. I opened the text from Jenna. She had clearly sent that text in reply to something he’d sent her. And then I saw it. A video. I inhaled sharply.

The pause screen of the video looked like a man with the camera pointed downward. I had an idea of what it was but I couldn’t stop myself from clicking play.

As the video began to play, a man unbuckled his pants in a dimly lit room. I could vaguely see the outline of his penis inside his boxers, and I could hear him breathing. His breath caught as he reached inside escort karataş the fly and took his dick out.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It had to be my stepson’s cock. And it looked bigger than I ever could have imagined. His hand temporarily left the frame as he squired something into it. He then brought his hand back to his cock and began to lube it up. I was watching my stepson’s dick get hard as he stroked it. I realized there was a growing warmth at my loins as I watched his manhood come to life.

He began stroking it harder and more forcefully and it became huge once fully erect. I could hear a few small moans escape his lips as he masturbated. I was practically drooling at the sight. He continued to pleasure himself until he came powerfully, letting out a loud, satisfied grunt. Cum shot out forcefully and coated his dick.

It was hard to believe I was getting wet at the site of Jay stroking himself for some girl. Before I could control myself my hand slid down my stomach underneath my panties. I could already feel some moisture on the outside. I spread my soft pussy lips and put a finger inside. I was gushing. I continued to finger myself and my clit thinking about my stepson’s huge dick inside of my dripping wet pussy.

I was almost jealous that he had wasted all of that cum. I wanted to be pumped full of his sperm. He didn’t need to waste it showing off for some girl when he could be spilling it all inside of me!

I came powerfully thinking about being filled with his seed.

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This is a fiction story. All characters are 18 or older. Also, I remain adamant, unprotected insemination is completely unadvised and meant for serious couples that want to have kids. There is a real responsibility. But this is just a fun fantasy that explores the erotic part of unprotected sex.

A DOME APART Chapter 4

Summary:

A young group of female-only scientists are picked for a thorough research assignment in a sealed-off Dome. But through some small mistakes on both sides, a guy ends up paralyzed and unable to exit the dome before it is shut off from the world for a year.

Now, Yumi catches Sayuri mid orgasm and confronts her, not knowing of why her sister came so hard. And Tim doesn’t know it yet, but an innocent game would throw a curve ball, while a dare of panties would start turning gears that never turned before.

Not written as a stand-alone. So, just know it’s best read as a series.

Important notice: I’m also NOT writing this to be scientifically accurate in practice or jargon. It’s just a fictional story.

Part 1

~Sayuri Ozawa~

Sayuri stared in disbelief at her sister having caught her in the act. Of her biggest orgasm ever, no less.

She couldn’t keep her hips and pubic area from getting aftershocks, with the clear feeling of her unprotected vagina happily sucking on the sperm on her panties’ crotch.

The danger of that caused her to reach down to yank the offending panties away before doing more damage, but then…

The light in the room flashed on and Sayuri hurriedly covered her crotch with her hand, her bare titties bouncing in the air.

“Yumi! Put the light out!” She whined.

Her sister just stared at her, quite a bit dazed.

“Yumi…”

Finally, the girl shook out of her trance.

“That was so hot! My gosh! I have to know what made you cum like that!” Yumi said with excitement. “I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard.”

Sayuri groaned in embarrassment, and all too aware, in covering her crotch, she was pressing more sperm into her vagina.

She bit her lip as her perineum still contracted alongside her vagina opening that kept sucking all too happily on the offending material.

“You know I can’t tell you that…” Sayuri finally said almost too distracted by what was happening between her legs.

“Not can’t, I’m sure!” Yumi said. “Now spill it!”

Before Sayuri could further tread into Yumi’s court of play, her mind snapped to something her sister said,

“You said, you’ve never seen someone cum that hard! Do you watch many people masturbate?” Sayuri asked, knowing she evened the playing field.

“I… you… Fudge! Fine, I like watching my friends cum when they think everyone is asleep. There, now you know another secret of mine.”

Sayuri’s eyes widened, she did not know that side of her sister.

“Just watch. I’m just into boys. Though, I like watching them cum thinking about boys.” Yumi said quickly before she could respond, her cheeks red.

“Wow… I didn’t know that about you.”

“Well, I didn’t know you had these wild masturbation sessions. Mind telling me why you came so hard?” Yumi asked staring at her.

“I… as much as I want to tell you at the moment, I just can’t,” Sayuri said, pressing the crotch of her sperm-covered panties deeper into her vagina. Not that it could go any deeper being blocked by her hymen.

“Look at you, your nips are completely swollen, and I can still see your hips jerking. Can’t you just tell me? You know I’m super curious, I won’t be able to sleep.”

Sayuri knew Yumi wouldn’t drop it, but she could NOT tell her sister she inseminated herself with Tim’s sperm and that’s why she came that hard.

Not a chance she would tell her that. She would have a fit. Though Yumi also was still a virgin, she had played with cocks before, so she knew they had meaning. The risky kind.

Yet, at the same time, Sayuri knew she had to give her sister something.

“I saw Tim and Cora masturbating together while watching us three in the baths!” Sayuri blurted, and then utterly regretted it. Why did she tell her that!

She groaned, inadvertently pressing the crotch deeper again. Her hips trembled once more.

“NO FRIKKEN WAY! I don’t believe you.” Yumi said wide-eyed.

“Yes ways! I saw it with my own eyes!” Sayuri fired back.

“So, he…”

“Saw us naked? Yeah.”

“And Cora um made him cum while he watched us naked?”

Sayuri nodded, and then she saw Yumi shiver.

She took a breath to say something, but she saw her sister’s hand reach down and rub her cameltoe through her pink panties.

“Hey! You are getting off on the idea.” Sayuri accused.

“No, I’m not!” Yumi gasped without thinking.

“Liar liar, pants on fire!” Sayuri shot back, totally surprised that her sister even denied it. They didn’t do that to each other.

“Crap! I’m sorry Say. I… I was just embarrassed. I shouldn’t have lied.” Yumi said, her eyes sincerely remorseful, but her hand was by no means slowing down on her pussy.

“I forgive you. But, olgun gaziantep escort honey, I can see you want to cum after I told you that. You didn’t have to hide it.”

“I really do need to cum, Say. Tell me, did you see his cock?” Yumi muttered, her fingers sliding wetly over her now cum-soaked panties.

Sayuri nodded.

“Oh!… A-and how big was it?”

She held up her hand from her one knee, generally showing the size she thought it was.

“No, way! That’s so much bigger than the guys I’ve sucked off.” Yumi said wide-eyed.

“It’s true. Just by the way, how many guys have gone down on?”

“Two.” Yumi blushed.

“Just two… could’ve sworn… Anyway, you just went down on them?” Sayuri asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re not lying?”

“No, Say. I won’t after earlier. I just pulled them out of their zips and blew them to orgasm several times, but it never went further than that. You know how strict mom was about us having sex without serious consideration.”

Sayuri nodded. That was the truth, to be honest, she was actually surprised Yumi went that far after Mom caught them making out with boys that once and laid the hammer down. No sex!

“You say serious consideration, I distinctly remember ‘don’t either of you dare get a penis close to your vaginas or there will be war in the household’.”

Yumi thought back and suddenly remembered the moment.

“Yeah! You are right. But I think Mom was still very angry at catching those boys making out with us. One even was fondling my breasts. I did ask her later about that night and that’s where she said the serious consideration thing. Yet, now that I think about it, she did still give me a very intense look…”

Sayuri stared at her sister rubbing her covered pussy and something bubbled in her until she couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I gave Tim the panties I masturbated in!”

“Oh fuck!” Yumi sucked in a breath, her hand flicking over her clit.

“It’s not the time to swear.” Sayuri admonished.

“Why the heck not? You gave him your cum drenched panties?!!” Her sister asked incredulously.

“Yeah, and I really, really liked how it made me feel all naughty,” Sayuri said, biting her lip.

“Whoa… How did you end up doing that? It seems like a lot.”

Sayuri shook her head.

“To be honest…” She said, not knowing why she was spilling so much to her sister, yet not able to stop herself.

“What?” Yumi asked her hand suddenly still on her pussy.

“We masturbated together in the sauna!” She blurted.

Suddenly Yumi’s eyes went wide and she flopped back onto her bed and giving no heed to her sister, fingered her wet vagina with three fingers until her hips shuddered a few moments later in her own orgasm.

Sayuri gaped. Her sister looked so wanton.

“Whoa, sis. You could have told me to leave.”

“Oh…. Pheeeew. Ngh. No… I’ve been secretly watching you cum for years now, so it’s only fair.”

Sayuri just shook her head at the revelation. No wonder the girl went that far with boys already, she was a horny little girl. Which made her think about what she saw…

“Yumi, you fingered yourself with three fingers. Where is your hymen?”

Yumi blushed covering her soaked pussy with her pink panties once more.

“Well… I found mom’s vibe the one day. And it’s a little bigger than two fingers and well, it tore my hymen. Hurt like crazy, though it didn’t stop me from cumming on it only a minute later.”

“That’s wild. Mom would have a fit, you know. A hymen is important, to give to that special someone.”

“I know. To be fair, it was an accident.” Yumi said, her cheeks a little rosy. “But hey! You and Tim masturbated together! What gives?”

Now it was her turn to blush.

“Well… It was those days we started eating the leaves with the spines, you know?”

Yumi sat up on her elbows and nodded.

“So what happened?”

“Well, I was all horny from the leaves, and not having cummed when I entered the sauna and well, he was just in his towel as well. But what triggered it all was when my pussy juice started plopping down on the wood boards below me and Tim clearly knew what it was.”

Yumi pressed her clit right then.

“Wow, that is crazy hot. I guess he couldn’t resist then.”

“Yeah, it happened so fast, I came under my towel and then ran away.”

“Aw, no kisses?”

“No, but I did go again and we came together under our towels.”

“Sis! I never knew you had it in you! So naughty. And so hot…” Yumi rubbed her pussy faster again.

“Yumi!” Sayuri gasped. “You are totally a voyeur! You’re wishing you could have watched, aren’t you?!”

Yumi shuddered under her fingers in her pink pussy.

“I aa-mmm- hh-hh. Okay?”

Sayuri could just stare at her cumming sister watching her vagina contract over and over.

She licked her lips, and she wondered how it would look to push her finger covered in Tim’s sperm into Yumi’s contracting vagina…

The thought caught her so completely gaziantep olgun escort left field, she gasped and fell off the bed before she hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

Part 2

~Tim Harmony~

He sat on the bed, still a bit taken aback by what happened in the bathroom, it had been so fast. His cock had touched Sayuri’s pussy… A Japanese girl.

He had been surprised she was mostly clean-shaven. But that wasn’t what really caused his mind to whirl.

She had asked him to cum in her panties! It was so odd… Yet, the fact that she wanted it in the crotch was such a turn-on to him. Like she wanted his cum against her wet clit. Oh, and he knew how wet Sayuri got…

He smirked. It hadn’t taken him more than a couple dozen strokes to fill her panties with cum then.

Wondering what on earth she would do with them, had left him in a state of constant arousal during the afternoon duties.

And this time there was no one to cum with. April had thrown Cora into one of the many lesser documented sections.

And Sayuri was nowhere to be found. Everybody was just busy. So he watered plants in the chill sections where nothing needed to be carefully planned. He trimmed some plants with red and green veins. Throwing into the basket of edible leaves for that evening.

Cone to think of it, he hadn’t tasted these yet.

He took a leaf and nibbled on it, it had a minty flavour to it. But immediately a little rush washed through his body. But after a few bites, the rush wasn’t there anymore, yet…

He felt his cock stiffen to rock solid.

Tim laughed, that was hilarious!

It caused erections.

“Hahaha-“

“What’s so funny?” Emily suddenly asked from behind him.

He blushed deeply, keeping his back to his sister. They only shared a mom, but still! He did not want her to see his raging boner.

He willed it to go down, but nothing.

“Nothing, I just saw something funny.” He said truthfully.

“What was it,” Emily asked also busy trimming the red and green-veined plants.

“You know, it’s hard to explain.” He started chuckling, not sure why he felt so giddy in the situation. “I think going to skip eating tonight.”

“Hey now! Oi, don’t keep walking. Hey! Don’t think you can worm yourself out of the massage! Look at me.”

Tim freaked, it would be hard to hide it from her.

Luckily just then, he got to a fork in the path and he stepped behind a bush, hiding his big erection.

Emily was angry, her eyes a fiery passion.

“Chillax, little sis. I won’t worm out of it. But be sure to get your cute but back to the room by 7 if you want me to give you the massage.” Tim said looking down at the bobbing crotch of his pants.

“Okay, I’ll be there- hey! Stop looking down so much.” Emily said puffing her cheeks.

Tim just couldn’t take her seriously when she did that. She looked beyond cute.

His cock throbbed harder.

Oi, hey now… He willed himself not to respond like that to his sister’s cute puffed-up cheeks.

It throbbed again.

Tim shook his.

“Just be there!”

With that, he turned and walked off briskly.

As he got to the middle close to the eating area, he was about to go to his and Emily’s room, when Yumi came from the side.

Time gasped and quickly sat down at the table. Trying desperately to stay calm and keep his crotch hidden below the table.

Unlike normal, Yumi didn’t go sit on the other side.

No, she came around the table to Tim.

He was sweating bullets.

Then she sat her cute ass on the side of it propping herself up.

“You like doing rounds with my sister, don’t you?” She asked sweetly.

“Uh, yeah. She is fun to work with.”

“Fun?” Yumi said with a little smile on her face. “Why fun?”

“You know, she has a certain energy about her? I feel at ease in her presence. ” Tim said sincerely, but he couldn’t help but keep the more sexy side of her out of his mind.

“Oh. She seems to like your ‘energy’ as well.” Yumi said smirking.

Tim’s leg was twitching by then. He sat there not knowing what was up or down with her at the moment.

“Get… I mean, is there a point to this, conversation?”

Yumi actually blushed then, and the Japanese chick got all fidgety then, right until she sighed deeply and stood back up.

“I left you a little present in the bathroom on my pink hamper.” She whispered in his ear.

Then as she walked off, she stopped and pulled her skirt up on side of her leg until Tim was completely sure she was not messing about, she had no panties on under her skirt. Though he didn’t see her pussy, the way she lifted it left no doubt in his mind.

She sat down at the far edge of the eating area as more girls filtered in.

It was not all of them, since April had started to rotate herself and some of the other girls to study and tend to the more nocturnal plants.

Still, Tim sat there nervous as his steel-hard cock still gaziantep olgun escort bayan bobbed about under the table.

Then he looked at Emily as she brought bowls of the red and green-veined plant leaves and plopped them on the tables.

Tim was about to stand up and say it was not so good idea when he remembered his state.

He stayed quiet. Watching the girls eat the leaves.

The first symptom was quite visible as each of the girls got a sudden flush to their cheeks. And the girls with a cleavage? Well… Tim could just stare as the flush coloured the tops of their breasts.

But then he wondered what the secondary effect would be on women.

He scratched his chin as he pondered the fact.

Then he saw. One by one their nipples started making hard points through their clothes.

It was then that Emily jumped up gasping.

“Oh my gosh! Okay… um, Tim. Can you go finish your dinner in the room? I’ll be there in a short bit.” She said, her own nipples making points in her shirt.

Tim briefly glanced at them, before he decided it was the best opportunity to slip away as most of the girls seemed preoccupied.

He jumped up and could hear a single gasp before he dipped.

As he got to the room, he went to the bathroom and it took literally 10 minutes for him to take a pee as he had to push down the steel pipe that was his cock. It hadn’t gone down for one second for the last half an hour.

Then his eyes flashed down to the two hampers of Sayuri and Yumi, on them both was a pair of panties.

He was so flustered by everything, he hardly noticed that the panties on the pink hamper were blue panties and the panties on the blue hamper were pink.

He didn’t think, he grabbed the ones on the pink hamper, remembering Yumi’s words, she left them for him to find. If he had been more clear-headed, he might have thought the colours weird, but he wasn’t clear-headed.

There was a really big wet spot on the crotch of the blue panties.

He brought it to his lips and tasted it with the tip of his tongue.

The taste of horny girl pussy assaulted his senses. He licked the crotch with the broad length of his tongue.

His steel-hard cock leaked precum. He was tasting Yumi’s delicious.

Just, he wasn’t.

Then he took the pink panties from Sayuri’s hamper and started rubbing that wet crotch under his cock head.

She had already told him to cum in her panties. So he was going to cum in them again.

He just didn’t realize last time they were blue and the pink wasn’t matching their colour theme.

Tim just grunted and groaned as he jerked off with the pink panties while licking up the slimy wetness from the crotch of the blue panties.

Finally, with a groan he filled the pink panties with sperm, the crotch was covered with his white spend. But it continued past normal amounts as more and more sperm flowed into the fabric.

Finally, his orgasm ebbed and he tentatively put the panties back where he found them.

The pink ones, now with a lot of cum in them, he placed on Sayuri’s hamper. And the blue ones he licked, he placed on Yumi’s hamper.

Then he stuck his still iron-hard cock back in his shorts.

Just as he got to the door of Emily’s side, there was a knock from Sayuri and Yumi’s side.

“Come in, I’m finished,” Tim said.

Sayuri stuck her head in.

Then she smiled.

“Had fun?” She asked huskily.

Tim just nodded, a little embarrassed.

Just then Sayuri looked towards the hamper.

It was clear as day, the pink panties on her hamper were absolutely drenched in sperm. While the other one was pristine.

“Oh! Goody!” the girl beamed.

Tim felt a little awkward, so he slipped out of the bathroom, not at all seeing Sayuri switching the panties.

He missed that detail.

Tim was nervous. Never before after an orgasm did he stay that hard. He felt like he hadn’t cum at all.

To top it all off, Emily wanted a massage…

Tim looked around, he had to find some way to hide the grand erection in his shorts.

Just as he heard the door open, he grabbed a towel folding it over his left forearm and letting it hang in front of his throbbing crotch.

Emily entered, looking more than a little flushed.

Tim’s eyes naturally dropped to her breasts.

The tips of her nipples clearly still protruding under her shirt.

“Hey, Tim. Sorry for the rush to get you to leave earlier, something a little bit… urgent came up.” Emily said, playing with her hair somewhat nervously. “Anyway, I’m quickly going to get ready. So, I hope you’ve stretched your fingers, Tim. I need a good massage after today.”

“Yeah… I’m as ready as I’m probably going to get.” Tim said just as his half-sister entered the bathroom.

A short while later, Emily emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Her bra straps were still there over her bare shoulders.

It wasn’t strange for him to see her that way, as she often walked down the hall like that back home.

Problem was, she didn’t go back to her wardrobe, instead, she plopped down on the big bed laying on her belly as she deftly undid her towel.

Tim suddenly coughed wildly as his spit went into his airways when he sucked in a sudden gasp.

“You okay?” Emily asked sincerely.

Tim could just nod as he regained his breath.

There was Emily in a lace underwear set, with a bra and boyshorts.

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1The nightclub’s like a sauna but far from being claustrophobic. People are dancing all around her and buoyed up, energized, by the rhythmic and pulsing beat of the music. It sweeps you up and takes your spirits along with it. A spotlight sweeps the floor with an arctic white beam, glitters off the mirrored surface of glitter balls that are hung from the ceiling beams. It picks out only those closest to them. Others wait for their turns to take to the crowded floor, get sweaty and drink too much in the heat.She loves coming to this club. She’s grown used to the crush, bodies brushing past and her eyes always taking in what the guys and young female clubbers, like her, are wearing. She breathes in the waft of a multitude of perfumes, body sprays, and aftershaves.Closest of them all, of those who brush past her or dance, is Mats, her spiky-haired, lean-faced and attentive boyfriend, a guy with an only too open mind and forgiving heart. He kisses her throat, bends closer to do so, and she turns towards him as his hands roam over her swaying hips, her favoured dark blue body-con dress his favourite to see her wear. It is stylish, short hemmed, and shapes her body in its sequined brilliance.“You sure look good, lover,” he breathes in her ear. “I’ll dance with you soon, I promise…unless we find special company first.”“I’d sure like that!” she says, resisting the urge to shout over the noise. His hands move to brush over her breasts. She’s forsaken a bra, not that she needs one; her tits are round and firm and they’re just as he likes them. She can’t help but grin as she notes how his eyes have again drifted away from her.She follows his gaze, and it confirms what she’s known all along; that they’re not here just to have a drink or two and to dance. Mats’ hawkish gaze has settled on a chick in an off-the-shoulder, tie-fronted ruched dress that has flared ends to long sleeves; her wavy blonde hair is like a beach babe’s and her tits are shaped so well. What she brings is just what Mats likes to pursue. Their ‘friendship’ allows them both to seek out others and to share the heat. It has not taken them long to reach this stage of the evening but where is she to go with it if she doesn’t find a mate too?“I didn’t think it would happen so soon, we’ve only just gotten here,” Mats mutters in her ear, his breaths again making her shiver and look his way.“She’s dancing alone…”“I can sure see that!”Hanna hears in his voice his state of involvement with her, that the türbanlı gaziantep escort girl’s wound his clock. She’s dancing and looking embarrassed to be doing so on her own, or wondering if she’s in the right spot with so many others around her.“Mats?” she asks in some dismay as one of his hands grips her dress and lifts it a little higher and then caresses her bum, his touch sending little shocks of pleasure coursing through her midriff and down to her pussy. She wouldn’t have felt it if she’d worn another dress with a thin slip underneath it. She leans against his touch, and it moves over her belly and presses down between her legs. His claims upon her are slow and sensual and he moves with the beat of the music. It brings her on. “I know…I know what’s going on!”“I can’t help it, lover, sorry.”Her breaths are on his face, but Mats is involved with the girl in that red dress. He’s lusting after her as his fingers touch the one he’s with, for now.“Go to her,” she says, finally. He’s brought her on, but this is as far as it will go. They understand each other, she and Mats.She takes pleasure from seeing how he can win young women over as if to wind them around his finger or onto his shaft, after he’s broken through their reluctance to be picked up. The chick in the red dress seems a bit withdrawn, surprised by Mats coming on to her and she looks around. A good-looking guy is with her…just like that. She may even be wondering where her boyfriend’s gotten to.“Keep your distance, Hanna..”While she’s taking in the scene, playing out, a young guy steps in close, his light grey shirt studded with tiny reflective beads. It glitters and it opens, revealing a silver disco medallion on a chain. There’s something about him being so close, that draws her in, along with his wild hair and a lovely aroma of an unrecognizable body spray. He might ask her to dance given Mats is enraptured by that chick.“What do you think of those two?” he asks straight out, holding cocktails in his hands, “they look good together and I reckon they’re flirting. I only need to turn my back and this happens.”“And I’ll help you deal with it,” Hanna tells him, leaning in to do so and breathing in the guy’s ear. He soon stands closer as if to let her know that he’s taken by what she’s done.“It was supposed to be a first date and now I see Lara dancing with some guy.”“My guy…that’s whom we’re looking at.”He’s heard to gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan laugh in disbelief. “Sorry about that!”“Don’t be. I wouldn’t have met you, would I?”“True.” He grins and gives her an appraising glance as he sips at one of the drinks. “What am I going to do with two rum and coke cocktails?”“Share one with me, if what’s going down doesn’t bother you?” She says it on taking one of the glasses out of his strong hand and sipping greedily at it. His look is on her, taking in what she may bring. She lets him do that.He soon realizes the game that’s being played, her taking one of the drinks perhaps part of a plan, now that she’s taken in his predicament. A guy is coming on to his girl, or date, and they’re both looking on.“No, it doesn’t bother me,” he smiles, holding her look up at him and how she sips on her ‘snatched’ drink, meant for another. Her lovely lips are parted, the disco lights making pearlescent lipstick glisten. “People do what they want or like in places like this. You live it all out.”“Like this, you mean?” Hanna’s provoked into replying.He’s strong and she feels it as he’s pulled towards her, and a moment’s exploratory kiss becomes so much more. He kisses her back and she feels his cold glass on her neck, on her bare shoulder, as he presses against her. They kiss greedily and deeply, forsake all restraint as the music booms all around them and others, dancing and whooping in pleasure, ignore what’s going down between them.When she opens her eyes and tries to catch her breath, after sharing deep open-mouthed kisses with a stranger, she sees Mats standing before her, a wide grin on his handsome face, and the girl in that red dress beside him. It shapes her and Mats is in thrall, already. He’s triumphant, pleased beyond words, at the success of his lustful approach to the girl. “Meet Lara.”“I have, and my name’s Bram!” is said, as much for Hanna’s benefit as for the guy with his girl, or date. “Why don’t we make a night of it?”“Great! They’re our thoughts too,” Mats answers, enthusiastically, and on hearing Hanna’s soft laugh in dismay at the quick turn of events. “So, are the two of you coming back with us?”2They sit in silence as the taxi wends its way through the quiet city streets, two couples who were strangers to each other until Mats had acted true to form. Perhaps, even now, they are unsure how things are going to play out. The silence gaziantep türbanlı escort may set the taxi driver into thinking that they have fallen out.What he cannot see is how Mats has placed a hand on Lara’s bared thigh, under the skirt of her dress, and they flutter over her skin. Bram looks on with a smile creasing his lightly bearded face.Hanna feels a little light-headed after drinking that rum cocktail so quickly. She tries to pretend that Bram’s erection is not pressing against her as the taxi sways through cones marking some road works. She’s fallen against him before moving away.“What are you into?” she asks Lara, leaning closer and slowly pressing her lips to her mouth, a soft sigh from Mats declaring he’s into this first step that she’s made. The arm she holds out for balance is soon gripped by Bram and tugged down to his crotch. She looks his way for an instant, even as Lara’s hands brush over the front of her dress. “I’ll get to you, I promise.”“Stop here, it’s fine!”, Mats calls out and the driver slews to a stop by a row of tenement buildings along the canal side they have rumbled over. Notes, that he and Bram agreed on, are soon handed over and they tumble out of the taxi, the girls gripping the guy’s hands as they walk over the pavement’s uneven surface. “It’s not far over this obstacle course…they’re laying some fibre optic cables.”“Never mind all that!” Hanna interrupts. “Let’s get inside.”“Inside what, or should I say whom?” Bram laughs, an arm about Hanna’s shoulders and stopping her for a moment to kiss her, his hands gripping her buttocks and letting her know that he’s more than game for whatever is planned. “You’re into her too, aren’t you?”“Sure, but I want it all…from both of you.”They take the few steps that rise from the pavement to the front door and take to the stairs, three flights that lead to the apartment; a secluded bolt hole and a love nest. They all seem to know that nothing’s off limits or expected; that everything is allowed.♥They don’t bother with drinks or snacks. As soon as the front door is shut and locked, clothes are shrugged off and left lying on the floor; looks of expectation are followed by touches and kisses, the men then stepping away and Hanna kissing Lara as the men’s hands caress their naked skins, grip breasts and then slide over their bodies, fingers and hands poking and palming their sexes. Flurries of kisses are exchanged between them, the chicks into each other before sharing moments of wanton foreplay with new guys.Lara’s firm breasts and hard nipples attract Hanna’s attention and she cups and kneads them; gasping and deep open-mouthed kisses soon urging them on.  She feels compelled to pull on them, put them in her mouth and she bends to the task, Lara’s hands guiding her in these claims. Nothing is said. The air is filled with heavy breathing and soft groans of pleasure and expectation.

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Jack and Paul were on their annual golfing trip, so Linda and I made plans to go dancing at a club a few miles from home. The four of us have been there several times in the past. But dancing just isn’t our husband’s thing, and they prefer to sit back, drink, and people-watch while Linda and I get our groove on. I was excited to go out with Linda. We always have such a good time together. She is my other soulmate, and I love her dearly. I drove over to pick her up, she was waiting outside, and I must admit I got a little excited watching her tits bounce up and down as she walked toward the car. I leaned over, and we kissed. It lasted for a minute or two before we reluctantly backed away from each other. If we continued that steamy kiss, we would get tempted to go inside and party instead of going out.  It was a hot sultry night, so I had dressed casually. I wore a pale blue crop top, beige mid-thigh gym shorts, and strappy wedge sandals. Linda was dressed similarly, wearing a green crop top, black gym shorts, and sandals. It was about 9:00 pm when we arrived at the club. It was still quite early for a club, so not many people were there. We sat at a table drinking our wine, waiting for the DJ to start playing, and when he did, we were the first ones out on the dance floor. We enjoyed three or four fast dances, and when a slow one started playing, we returned to the table.  A few guys came over to ask us to dance, but we politely declined. After fifteen minutes or so, we got up to dance again. We were on our third fast dance when two gorgeous-looking black guys approached us and asked if they could cut in and dance with us.  “I would love that,” I said. Linda nodded her head in agreement. One of the guys took my hand, and we started dancing. “I’m Phil, and my friend dancing with your friend is Sam.” “I’m Sue, and my friend is Linda.”  Phil was an excellent dancer, and he was so good-looking. He was probably about six feet two tall and weighed around two hundred lbs. He wore a tight black T-shirt showing off his chiseled upper body and muscular arms.  Watching him move on the dance floor had my nipples hardening and my pussy wetting my panties. After a couple more fast dances, I was glad when a slow one started. Phil didn’t even hesitate and pulled me in close. I instantly melted into his strong arms as we danced. I felt my hard nipples rubbing up against his chest, and I could feel how wet my panties were. I didn’t object when he slowly moved his hands from the middle of my back to cup my asscheeks, gently squeezing and kneading them. I could feel Phil’s hard cock pushing up against my nether region. The club lights were low, and looking around, I saw other couples, including Linda and Sam, similarly engaged. Another slow song started right away, and as we danced, he steered me toward the side doorway that opened to the bathrooms.  Sure enough, that’s where we ended up. Once through the doorway, he took my hand, walking me past the men’s and ladies’ bathrooms. Phil eased me back against the wall just past the ladies’ bathroom and leaned in to kiss me. For a fleeting moment, I thought, what the hell was I doing, I had just met him, but he was one of the sexiest guys I had ever met. xnxx Just watching him dance had me in heat. And feeling his large cock rubbing up against me had me so horny I threw all reasoning out the window and kissed him back. He was a great kisser, aggressive but not overly so. I loved how his tongue dueled with mine. I loved his hands all over my ass and feeling his hard cock rub against my pubic area. I also slid my hands to his muscular backside, pulling him into me.  We continued to kiss for a while before he moved his hands onto my bare abdomen, sliding them up and under my crop top. I gasped in sheer pleasure as his big hands cupped my breasts. Phil began squeezing them and playing with my rock-hard nipples. I groaned into his mouth with pleasure. I love my nipples being pulled and twisted. I’m one of those women who can orgasm just from that alone. I pulled his shirt out of his shorts, ran my hands onto his skin, felt his rock-hard abs, and started playing with his nipples.  Then suddenly, he broke our kiss, lifted my top over my breasts, leaned down to suck my right nipple into his mouth, and covered my left one with one of his big hands. It was pretty dark at that end of the hallway, but I was nervous about what we were doing in a public place. But as his teeth gently bit down on my hard nipple and he pulled on it, any thought other than needing to cum quickly passed. Not pushing him away gave Phil the green light he was looking for. He quickly moved his other hand into my shorts. Phil’s large fingers slipped inside my panties and rubbed across my blood-engorged clit, making my entire body shudder. Curling his fingers up, he began to run them up and down my soaking wet vulva, using my juices as lube as he teased my clit. I was way past giving a fuck about anyone catching us now, so I unzipped his shorts and slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I had never been with a black guy before and had always wondered if the stories were true. Oh my fucking God, I thought he felt huge. I wanted to stroke it, but it was so long I couldn’t pull it through the opening of his boxer shorts.  I managed to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and released it. It was by far the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen.  Phil hadn’t let up on me at all and now had two of his big fingers inside my sodden pussy, curling them up against my G-spot and massaging it while stroking my clit with his thumb. I was moaning nonstop from the intense pleasure. When I announced that I was cumming he bit down on my nipple, and I convulsed in an explosive orgasm flooding his hand as I squirted over and over. I felt my legs giving way and probably would have fallen if not for the fingers inside my pussy holding me up. “My God, that was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had!” I said as I got my breath back. “I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard before. You squirted all over my hand. Your shorts are soaked through, and there’s a little puddle of your squirt on the floor. Let’s get out of here I want to fuck you so badly and have you squirt all over my cock.” He was right. From the waist down, I was wet. Even my sandals had my pussy juices on them.  “Look, Phil, I want to bakire porno fuck you so bad right now as well, but I can’t leave Linda here alone.” “Hey, no problem. I’m sure Linda and Sam would also be up for returning to my apartment.” We got ourselves as presentable as possible and went back inside the club. As we walked back to the table, I saw the familiar sight of Linda’s flushed face post-orgasm. I would later find out that he fingered her to multiple orgasms under the table while we were gone. She immediately agreed to go to Phil’s place.  We left the club; she rode in Sam’s car, and I drove Phil. Driving there, I thought about how bold we were going to a stranger’s home, but there hadn’t been any red flags so far. It’s something I haven’t done in a long time, and never without letting Jack know where I was. But with the thought of Phil’s huge cock running through my brain, making my pussy soaking wet, I just went with it. I parked the car in front of his building; it looked really lovely. The apartment was more like a townhouse with individual units attached. We had just started walking to the front door when Linda and Sam pulled up. We waited until they got out of his car, and the four of us walked arm and arm into his place. The décor had a masculine feel but was classy and appealing.  I thought that Phil would be all over me once inside, but instead asked if we wanted to use the bathroom to get freshened up while he went to get drinks for us. Such a gentleman, I thought. The bathroom was big and had two sinks and a large shower. I peeled off my shorts and panties, still soaked from cumming earlier. Linda did the same as hers were soaked as well. I told her about Phil fingering me in the hall by the bathrooms, making me cum, and she told me that Sam had fingered her at the table to several intense orgasms. She said that she had his cock out, stroking it under the table, and it was huge. I told her about Phil’s size, and I was super excited to fuck such a huge cock. We dried ourselves as best as we could, I kissed her, and we wished each other good luck for the rest of the evening. We decided to leave our clothes in the bathroom, having decided we were there to fuck and wouldn’t need them. We walked back into the living room together, naked. I could see the smiles on their faces as they stared at my red landing strip and Linda’s black landing strip. I walked over to Phil, climbed up on the couch, and knelt on either side of his legs. Leaning down, I kissed him. While we kissed, I reached down and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I sat back to admire his ripped body and ran my hands all over his pecs and abs, teasing his nipples. After a few minutes, I sat up and shoved my right tit into his mouth. He greedily began sucking my hard nipple. He took his hand and started to play with my other nipple. His actions were causing my pussy to start gushing profusely. Not wanting to wet his shorts, I undid his belt and the button on his shorts and pulled down the zipper.  I moved down onto the floor between his legs and reached up to grab his shorts. Phil lifted up, and I slowly pulled them off. No longer confined by the shorts, I saw a huge tent had bedava porno developed in his boxers. I reached up and grabbed them and slowly pulled them down his body. I gasped when his cock sprang free. I could think of a couple of one-word adjectives to describe it: massive, immense, gigantic, huge, girthy! It was even bigger than I felt when I stroked it at the club, and I didn’t think it was fully erect yet! I reached up and grabbed it with both hands around the base, and there must have still been five inches exposed. Besides the length, it was also really thick, my fingers not closing around it completely. I loved how veiny it was and how it throbbed in my hands. I slid my hands up its length to the huge bulbous head, rubbing the pre-cum all over it. Mesmerized by the sight I the biggest cock I had ever handled, I began to slowly stroke up and down the shaft. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the underside of the head. Keeping my hands around the thick shaft, I eased it into my mouth. I had to open wider than I ever had. I knew I could only take a little at a time, but I finally got close to six inches down my throat before I started to gag and choke.  I backed off a little and tried again, but I didn’t think I’d get it much deeper it was just too big. I proceeded to go up and down while stroking his shaft and playing with his balls! He was helping me by grabbing the top of my head and guiding it up and down his shaft.  It didn’t take long before I heard him start moaning with pleasure, and I could sense he was building to a climax. Then surprisingly, he lifted my head off of his cock, and said that he wanted to cum in another hole instead. That was music to my ears as I was very excited to feel his beautiful cock stretching my tight married pussy. I stood up, and so did he, and I looked over to see Linda was also sucking Sam’s huge cock. “We are going up to my bedroom. Do you two want to join us or use the spare room?” Phil said, looking over at Sam and Linda. Linda and I love fucking each other’s husbands on the same bed, so almost in unison, we both said, “Same room. We love watching each other fuck.” The four of us proceeded up the stairs into a very spacious master suite centered by a massive four-poster bed. It seemed wider than a king as the four of us lying side by side fit comfortably. Taking charge, Phil picked me up and deposited me on my back on the left side of the bed. He pulled a pillow down, and I lifted my hips. He placed it under my ass and then knelt between my legs. Phil grabbed my legs and spread them wide, pushing them up and back, exposing my open ginger cunt to his lustful gaze.  I squealed in delight as I saw the look of pure desire as he gazed at my gaping cunt. I could feel my cunt juice leaking out, running down to my tiny pink butthole. Phil began to tease me, rubbing his fingers along my labia while blowing on them, making my head roll from side to side. All I wanted was for him to cover my entire cunt with his large black lips and taste me. As if he had read my mind, his mouth engulfed my entire cunt as his tongue thrust deep inside me.  “Oh my fucking God, Yes. Suck my cunt, Phil, eat my slutty little hole.” Urged on by my open profanity, Phil quickly started to lick long strokes of his tongue from my asshole to my clit. I was in heaven, and my pussy was gushing heavily. Phil sucked and drank all my juices as they poured out of me, and I was quickly closing in on a massive climax.  

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