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My sister Amy and I had just finished graduating from highschool, and our senior prom proved to be a turning point in our relationship. We turned 19 shortly after graduating, and decided to take a trip together. The goal, to explore our newly open feelings towards one another, which we couldn’t exactly do in our home town with all of our friends and other family members around. This is the story of our trip to Jamaica

I woke up on one of the first days of summer, after graduating high school, in an empty bed. For the first time in a long time I had something to smile about, and it was all because of my twin sister Amy. We had recently discovered our shared feelings for one another, and they weren’t exactly normal for siblings. Somewhere in the midst of all of our tragedy we had become best friends, then best friends to soulmates.

The shower was running so I knew she hadn’t gone too far. I got out of bed slowly, stretching as I stood up. It only took one flash of Amy’s naked body in the shower to stir my dick, and had me walking to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I walked through the steam radiating from the shower, pulled back the shower curtain just enough to slip in and join her. When I looked up her beautiful body, to her angelic eyes, I saw her trying to hide a smile from my unexpected appearance.

“Good morning beautiful,” I said, as I walked up to her. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and held her against my chest.

She replied, “Morning Handsome.”

We just stood there as the warm water rained down upon our skin. Kissing the back of her head, with my eyes closed, I held her even tighter. She squeezed my hand twice showing her affection in return. Time seemed to just disappear. Nothing mattered except being in the moment with her. She was my everything now, and it didn’t matter what came next in my life, as long as she was there with me. I slid my hand up to her chin, and pulled it to the side, turning her to face me. I met her half-way, as she leaned into me. Our lips met and we shared a soft passionate kiss. Slipping her incredibly soft tongue into my mouth, I reciprocated, swirling mine around hers. Holding the side of her face as we kissed, she brought her hand up and placed it over mine. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled back. Feeling as if I was floating on air, my eyelids felt heavy and my need for true love sated. Our eyes locked, and we both just smiled and held each other a little longer.

After we were cleaned up and dried off, we went downstairs for breakfast. Amy started to make some scrambled eggs when I asked, “So what would you think about going on a vacation this summer. We just graduated, so some time alone together to relax could be fun.”

“Sure,” she replied, “That sounds like it’d be great. And even better we could act more like a couple without our friends or family around.”

“We could hold hands, hold each other, and kiss in public and no one would think it’s weird at all,” I said with a smile on my face.

We ate breakfast, then cleaned up the kitchen. We both walked into the living room and sat down with Amy’s laptop, and began looking up tropical islands that would be fun to go to.

“After looking at all these pictures, and looking up the resorts, I would love to go to Jamaica,” Amy said with a smile.

“If that is what my lady wishes, then that is where we shall go,” I replied. Leaning in halfway, and following suit with me she leaned in the other half, and we shared a soft slow kiss. As we slowly pulled our lips apart, we leaned our foreheads together sharing a quiet moment of emotion together.

It was just four weeks later that found us on our way to the island of Jamaica. For 3 nights and 3 days, we’d be all by ourselves. Sitting in the airport, we grew more excited as they called our row to board the plane. “Well, here we go. Our first vacation together as a couple.” We boarded the plane, put our carry ons in the overhead bin, then sat in our seats. Lifting the arm rests, as we had bought all three seats not wanting to share a row with someone else. After sitting down I grinned, as I leaned into her and said, “We better make it a memorable vacation, because this is the one and only time you are getting me to a place that is so damned hot.”

Teasing me, she snorted, “Aww big tough guy, is that so? You’re such a big snuggly bear while cuddling, I guess now I know you’re a polar bear,” she said, poking me hard in the ribs making me jump.

“Heyyyyy!! Don’t start something you can’t finish!” I said. Leaning into her, trapping her against the wall of the plane, my fingers went right for her ticklish spots, as I made her suffer with laughter.

“OK ok, I give, I give!” Amy said between laughing and catching her breath. She lay up against the window, a smile on her face from cheek to cheek. Our eyes slowly met, and I bit my lower lip. Slowly her smile faded as the moment became more escort numaraları serious, and I leaned all the way in, kissing her softly. Our lips locked, and our tongues were probing inside each others mouths wildly. Interrupted by the pilot coming on the intercom to announce take off soon, we broke from the kiss giggling like little kids getting caught doing something mischievous. We buckled up, and held hands as we took off to an island where no one would know us.

In the middle of the flight, it had become dark, as this was an evening flight. Using me as a pillow, Amy lay her head on my lap, with a blanket covering her. As I watched her lie there looking so beautiful, I couldn’t help but get aroused. Under the blanket, I slid my hand under her shirt, running my fingertips over her sexy abs. Pushing my fingertips under the waistband of her shorts, then under her panties, I made my way to her sweet pussy. Tracing her swollen lips with one finger, slowly and softly, she began to stir. Looking up at me with sleepy eyes, she just smiled and said, “Enjoying the flight are we?”

I looked down smiling and said, “Well this is the first time We’ve been on a plane, so yes, I’m enjoying the flight quite nicely.” Pushing my middle finger inside her, I watched as her eyes closed and she sighed heavily. She’s just so wet, my finger slid in and out of her with ease. Hooking my finger upward inside of her, I searched for, and found her g-spot. Grinding away on it, I noticed her breathing had picked up. She was getting close to cumming, I could tell. Wiggling my finger on the same spot as fast as I could had her turning her head and biting down on my thigh to cover her moans. She wasn’t biting hard enough to break skin, but it still hurt. The pain only made me wiggle my finger even faster. Watching her orgasm, I felt her breathe against my skin, as she tried to muffle her moans as best she could. She feels so warm between her legs, and her juices flowing freely onto my fingers, and soaking her panties. Slowly sliding my finger out, as to be as gentle as I could with her pussy being so sensitive right now, she bit her lower lip in sweet agony. I brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked the juices off of it, enjoying her sweet taste. She watched as i did this, sliding her hand on the back of my neck, and pulling me down to kiss her soft lips. Sliding my hand back under the blanket, this time going upward under her shirt. Sliding my hand under her sports bra, kneading her breasts tightly with my hand. She was a nice perky 36b cup, a nice handful. She told me once that they were very sensitive being so close to the muscles in her chest. She moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed. Time seemed to fly by a lot quicker, as we made out. We were in our own little world, until hearing the captain come onto the intercom to announce we would be landing in 15 minutes. I helped lift Amy up and we buckled up, snuggling for the remainder of the time. After we landed, we found our baggage, then found transportation to our resort.

We had finally arrived to the resort, and it was late. We found our bungalow, and went in. I dropped the luggage down by the bed, and without warning, I was pushed onto it. When I looked back, Amy was lifting her sports bra off, as her shirt and shorts already lay in a pile on the floor.

“You owe me for getting me soaked on the plane baby, now pull that nice dick of yours out and prepare to get sucked and fucked!” she said with vigor.

“I dunno hun, I’m kinda sleepy,” I said in a mock tired tone with a smile on my face.

She walked seductively over to me on the bed, naked and gorgeous. Her muscled body, that of a female viking warrior. My own personal valkyrie, here to collect me as I was about to die and go to Valhalla. She slid her hand down to unhook my belt, then pulled it out of my khaki shorts. Unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts, she had them off without delay. I pulled my shirt off, and was laying on a pillow against the headboard. Laying on the bed as well, she worked her way up my body. Wasting no time, she grabbed my shaft with one hand, pushing it against my stomach, and sucking on my balls. Taking them in her mouth one at a time, sucking softly on them. She ran her tongue up my sac, up the underside of my shaft. Reaching the top, she licked her tongue in circles around the head of my cock. Teasing me, torturing me in sweet agony. Wrapping both hands around my shaft she began stroking me. Stroking upward while rotating her hands in opposite directions, while still licking the head. Surprising me, as she stroked upward all the way to the top, then immediately dropped her throat down around my shaft as deep as she could go. Holding the base of my cock steady, she sucked me, up and down. I looked down into her soft blue eyes, with her plump lips wrapped around my cock, as she drove me mad with hunger. As eager as she was, she had no intention of making me cum.

“Fuck…Amy, you’re driving me insane, suck gaziantep escort bayan numaraları just a little harder and I’ll explode in your mouth!” I said with eagerness.

She slid my cock slowly out of her mouth, licking the tip one last time. “Cum in my mouth? Why would I want that?” She giggled. “Oh no Joshua, I just wanted your dick throbbing hard. Now my pussy is going to swallow it whole.”

Still holding me in her hand, my throbbing cock twitched three times on it’s own. “And I think it’s just right for me now,” she said.

Amy turned around, her legs on either side of mine. Reaching under herself, she held my cock and guided me to her pussy lips. She smacked her pussy with my shaft, and teased herself, rubbing her lips with just the head of my cock. Then she held it to her slit, and sat down on it. Her sopping wet pussy slurping and squishing all of that sweet juice as she rode me. Grinding up and down, from the tip of my cock, slamming down to the base of my balls. Her beautiful ass bouncing up and down. I wrapped my hands around it, squeezing it tightly, and smacking it.

“Keep squeezing my ass baby, that feels soo good,” she said breathy.

I squeezed it nice and hard as she bounced herself up and down. Everything turning me on, from the feel of her ass, seeing her pussy lips straining to spread around my cock, and seeing how well she can gyrate her hips. My dick had a wet sheen on it. Her juices just flowing down my shaft as she bounced her ass up and down my cock. The harder I smacked her ass, the louder her moans became as she cried out in pleasure. Hearing the juices of her sopping wet mound as she slammed down harder and harder on me, turned me on even more. Even more juices flowed over my cock as she began cumming.

“Yesss baby, yesssss!!” she moaned out in pleasure.

Sweating and soaked, she just lay where she was. Her pussy was so sensitive after such a big orgasm. I didn’t have mercy on her this time. I lay her back on the bed, and slid my arms under her knees, pulling her close to me. Wasting no time, I guided myself into her, and began grinding my hips into her.

“Baby, fuck! aahhhhhh oohhhh yeaaaa!” she moaned out.

Even as I had just begun thrusting myself into her she came again, but I did not stop for her. Pumping myself all the way in her, and all the way out to the head of my cock, then slamming myself back into her. I slid my hands up her arms to her hands, intertwined our fingers and held them above her head. Holding her down, we squeezed our hands, feeling all the emotion each other was feeling. After a few minutes though her mind began to go primal. She was arching her back and moaning as my shaft filled her to the brim. Her lips stretching over my thickness, she felt so tight. I leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her moans down. As I felt the urge to cum, I just kept pumping harder and harder until I began spurting my hot seed deep inside her. Feeling this was driving her into another consecutive orgasm. She swirled her tongue wildly around mine, moaning, and gripping her legs tightly around my waist. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing so heavily.

“I love you Amy.”

“I love you too Joshua” I rolled over, pulling her with me so that I was on my back and she was curled under my arm. Snuggling each other, we fell asleep entwined in one another.

The next morning I woke up first. I strategically moved her arm and worked my way out of bed, trying not to wake her. But I did have other things planned. I worked my way to the lower half of her body, then moved onto the bed until my face was properly buried in her pussy. Sliding just my middle finger inside her as before, I found her g-spot, and just rubbed and grinded against it. This time though, as I did that, I was able to do more. I took her clit hood into my mouth and sucked on it. All of the stimulation woke her.

“Well good morning to you too babe,” she said cheerfully.

“I couldn’t help myself. I was hungry, and started breakfast without you. I hope you don’t mind?” I said with a smile.

“Did you hear me complaining? Go on, get back to your breakfast,” she said eagerly. She put her hand on the back of my head, pushing my face back into her pussy.

I slid my finger out, and replaced it with my tongue. Imagining her head was turned sideways, I pressed my lips to slit, slid my tongue in her pussy, and made out with her.

Kissing her lips deeply, as my tongue swirled wildly inside of her wetness, I swallowed all of her juices. She tasted so good, so sweetly. I pulled away from kissing her pussy, and slid two fingers in this time. Grinding her g-spot for a few seconds, rotating to pumping my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could for a few seconds. Grinding her clit, finger fucking her, grinding her clit and finger fucking her back and forth, while flicking my tongue as fast as I could on her clit.

“Mmmmmmmmmm baby!” she moaned.

She gaziantep escort numaraları began cumming, and all of her extra wetness just flowed from her pussy into my mouth. I drank her up, swallowing all of her juices. After a few moments, for her to catch her breath, she looked down at me like a well sated cat who drank its bowl of cream, and said, “I’m hungry, what’s for breakfast?”

I couldn’t help but laugh happily, that I had made her feel so completely relaxed and good. “Well, there is a fresh fruit platter here, or we can go to the cafe down the path.”

“Fruit” was all she could manage.

I smiled, and got up, walked over to the little kitchen area and made her a plate of strawberries, cantaloupe, and pineapple. She looked at me hungrily as I walked back to the bed still naked, and I said, “I can’t tell if that look is on one hand for me, or on the other for the fruit?”

Giggling, she said, “put your hands together!”

I laughed, genuinely just so happy right now. As I made my way to the bed, I lay down next to her. I picked up a strawberry and slowly fed it to her. Taking her smiling as enjoyment, I continued to do so for the rest of the plate. After she was finished, I wrapped my arms around her and we just lay there for a few hours, just holding one another, occasionally making out.

Later in the day we ended up going to a little local cafe for lunch. Afterward, we walked around, hand in hand, checking out some stores for souvenirs, and enjoying the sights. Before we knew it, it was dusk. We had worked our way further down the beach from the resort than any other guests had. Being on the south side of the island, we got to see both sun rise and sun set. She had pulled off her shirt and shorts, and stood before me in a very sexy string bikini. With her tanned body, her sleek sexy muscles, and her hair in braided pigtails, she looked better than a professional fitness model mixed with every man’s fantasy. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of her.

Taking notice, she said, “See something you like?” Then bit her lower lip, enticing me even more. But I was feeling very primitive, only wanting to just take her, so I did.

I pulled her hair, yanking her head back, and kissed her neck. Working my way up her neck to her ear, I traced her ear lobe with my tongue. Taking her lower lobe into my mouth I sucked on it as I pulled away, then tongued inside of her ear. Moaning her approval, I turned her around to face the sunset. Kissing more on her neck, then pulling her down to her knees by her hair. I pushed her forward just enough so that she went onto all 4’s. I slid my bathing suit down just enough, and pulled her bikini to the side, pushing my dick deep inside of her. This was no gentle, tender moment. It was purely animalistic, for both of us. I held her braided pigtails in my hands, pulling tightly as I rode her. Pumping and thrusting my cock into her, slamming so hard, my balls slap against her clit. Panting she began to mimic my motions and fell into rhythm with me. Pulling forward as I pulled out, and slamming her ass backward into me as I thrust forward, pushing me deeper inside of her.

Soo turned on by the situation, she yelled back at me, “That’s right. Fuck your dirty little cum slut on a public beach. Fuck her for all to see that she’s YOURS!!”

Turned on by her unexpected words, I pulled a little harder on her pigtails, and used all the strength in my hips to slam into her. Pumping in and out, until I started to feel my balls tighten, getting ready to explode. Spurting my hot seed deeper and deeper into her womb. Sitting on my knees, I pull her pigtails until she was upright with me, off all 4’s. I kissed her neck, and slid my hands around under her bikini top, caressing her perky tits, with my dick still buried inside of her. She slid her hand down and fingered her clit as fast as she could, while I pinched her hard sensitive nipples. Gyrating her hips on my cock as she worked her clit, she began to cum. Her body spasming, she fell forward, pulling my cock from her pussy with a wet pop. This caused more shocks throughout her body from the orgasm, and from her pussy lips being so swollen and sensitive. Just sitting there for a few moments, I pulled my shorts up, as she recovered. On her back, she reached up, and pulled me down to her. Kissing me deeply as the last glimmer of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, and the stars came out.

Making our way back to our bungalow, we collapsed in bed and went right to sleep. Laying there, entwined in each other, exhausted from our long, but fun day.

We woke up the next morning at the same time. Cuddling her so close to me, I didn’t want to ever let go.

“This was such a great idea Josh, I love that we can just walk around like a couple without worrying about anyone else knowing. Granted, if they looked close enough at our features they’d see similarities, but we don’t talk to anyone long enough for that. I don’t know how I’m going to do it when we go back home.”

“Do what?” I asked, as I ran my fingers through her hair.

“Go back to being brother and sister. Go back to just being the twins, other than when we’re at home alone. We are so connected, so apart of one another, more than anyone else can conceive. Closer than most couples ever get. Being twins, we have a bond that other people will never have nor understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, hell yeah, I did!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One night stand?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 3

The taxi ride to the resort wasn’t anything to write home about. The smell was something I could do without for the rest of my life. After the thirty-minute ride that took us through several sections of dense rainforests and some hilly terrain, we arrived at the resort. Palm trees, white sandy beaches, and clear blue water surrounded the property. Check-in was usually uneventful, but not this year. To our surprise, our father had checked us in as adults, which meant we would be able to drink if we liked. It was all in the color of the braided wristband, something that you could never take off until you checked out. The plastic oval with the resort’s logo in the center did a few things. But, most importantly, it was the key to your room. The logo was also the very thing that told staff you were staying and not just a guest from a sister resort. With it being a large chain resort, it had an added perk that you could also go to the other resorts under their umbrella companies to eat, drink, and swim in their pools for no cost. We were excited, to say the least.

The next surprise was the one that would change everything in our lives forever. The resort had screwed up our reservation, and after a lot of bickering back and forth. My father finally and reluctantly agreed after the resort threw in some extras and upgraded our rooms. The girls were also going to get some extra spa days free of charge. As far as the rooms went, they were still side by side, but our upgrade had put us in suites. They also didn’t have that pesky little door between rooms that would benefit our parents to come in and out whenever they pleased. My father and his newfound relationship with me had saved us and mainly because we hadn’t brought any friends. What a great decision at the time, especially one we didn’t want or like.

The rooms were almost identical, both with beautiful white marble flooring and high-end décor. A large hot tub sat in the middle of the suite, and one on the balcony for the sunsets the resort called “magical.” The large walk-in shower had two full-body jet systems, three showerheads, and a thirty-inch rain shower. It was the most extensive shower I had ever seen in my short life. However, the minibar was anything but that. With a complete range of top-shelf liquor on the wall and a large lounge area, you could host a hell of a party and still have room. Last but not least was the giant king-size bed that looked to be floating three feet above the floor finished off the room nicely. Even with the resort being a luxury resort, the suites were next level.

“Are y’all sure this is okay?” My father asked, walking into the room and looking right at the king-size bed, the only bed in the room.

“Of course, dad, we’ve slept in the same bed a bunch of times before. Share the same tent when we go camping. We’ll be fine.” Katie said like it wasn’t a big deal. She was back to her old self and feeling better than ever.

“Just stay on your side of the bed, butthead,” I said, as I tried to back her up and put my father at ease.

“Well, if it gets too weird, I’ll let you sleep with mom, and I’ll come over here, okay? And please try to get along.” My father said as he left and closed the door to our room.

“Oh my God, this is beautiful. I can’t believe I get two weeks alone with my man, and we get to sleep together every night.” She said, now in my arms, having run across the room, leaping into my arms and placing little wet kisses all over my face.

“Yes, this is going to be awesome.”

Not thirty seconds after the door closed. The hotel phone started to ring, causing her to leap out of my arms and onto the bed on all fours. She made sure to crawl as seductively as she could over to it, putting her lovely round ass on full display for me. The tiny cut-off jean shorts that rode way up into her ass also left little to the imagination. About 3 inches of her ass cheeks protruded below the bottom of the shorts when she was standing. I now knew why she had a sweater tied around her waist when we left the house. With her back arched and her ass high in the air, I could clearly see the lips of her sex on each of the tiny strip of denim. It was only suitable for covering her entrance at this angle.

“Hello.”

“Ok”

“What time?”

“See ya then.”

“Bye”

“Mom made reservations for us at 7:30, so that means we have six hours to do whatever we want. Wanna go to the beach for a little while?” she giggled.

“As long as we make a drink before we leave. I’m down.”

“Good call, babe,” she shot back. “Lock the door.”

I headed to the door, turned the deadbolt, and walked over to the minibar to make some beach drinks.

“Hey Siri, what’s the best mix drink for the beach?”

“For six drinks:

12 ounces silver tequila

6 ounces fresh lime juice

1.5 ounces light agave

1.5 ounces hot water

1.5 ounces room temperature water

Six lime wheels (if you’re fancy).”

“Ummmm, nope, let’s try Google,” I said under my breath.

“Ok, Google, what’s the best mix for the beach and ingredients.”

“Ok, for Sex gaziantep escortları on the beach, you’ll need. Peach schnapps, cranberry juice, orange juice, and vodka. Came through the speaker on the phone.

“Well, baby, it looks like we’re having sex on the beach,” I said a little too loud.

“That sounds like fun, but we better wait until dark, though.” She giggled

“No, it’s the name of the drink,” I said, turning around. “Holy shit. I mumbled to myself.”

She was standing there fully nude as she looked through her suitcase for the perfect bikini to wear. This was my first experience seeing her fully naked in the daylight. I had only seen her topless at the pool just last week. She was unbelievably sexy. Her perky D cup looked huge on her small frame as she bent over. Her nipples were puffy and shaped like a cone and almost hot pink in color, with the sun shining through the balcony doors hitting them just right. Just watching her dig through her suitcase was arousing. Her breast being squished between her arms made me want to shoot my cum all over them. It was a sight that would never get old. The small patch of hair just above her sex was now gone, and her puffy lips were now the only thing to see. I felt my cock start to swell and push hard against my shorts.

“How are those drinks coming along?” She asked, never looking at me as she continued her search for a bikini.

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” I shot back after and turned around to hide my erection.

After packing what seemed like too much stuff, we headed to the beach, large resort cups in hand full of Google’s version of sex on the beach. As we reached the hotel’s first set of pools, it was all eyes on deck. She had tried on several bikinis but decided on a conservative two-piece. It was navy blue, with strings tied in a knot on the sides and top to hold the ensemble together. The sheer black wrap that covered her bottom did nothing to hide what she was wearing or her plump ass that she sashayed back and forth. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, with what looked like two black chopsticks shoved in each side to keep it from falling. The black oversized brim sunglasses tied the outfit together perfectly. She looked killer. Every guy and gal turned to look at her as she walked by. She kept her chin up and shoulders back while having her arm weaved through mine with all eyes on her. She knew she looked good and wanted to make sure everyone knew she was off the market. I just tried not to smile too much, look cool and keep pace with her stride.

Finally we located our personal cabana, that was another added perk of the room upgrade. We placed our things down and headed for the water. I lagged behind just to watch her ass shake as she walked. She turned to look at me just as her feet reached the water and saw what I was doing. Pulling her sunglasses down her nose and smiling, she waited for me to catch up. As I got to her, she pulled me up real close to her, smashing her large breast between us as the waves washed over our feet.

“How’s it feel knowing I’m all yours, and I’ll do anything you want, anytime? And baby, when I say anything, I mean anything you want.” She moaned, just inches from my mouth.

“Fucking amazing!” I growled and pulled her even tighter into my arms. I kept one hand on the small of her back and the other one squeezing her soft yet firm ass.

“Mmmmmm,” Her lips now touching mine.

“If it’s ok with you, I would like to swim first? Unless you need me right now? Is that what you need, baby? Do you need me on my knees with your hard throbbing cock down my throat? Just say the word, and it’s done.” She moaned in my mouth.

“Baby, we need to get in the water right now. My cock is so fucking hard,” I said after biting her bottom lip.

She smirked as she kept me close and pulled me deeper into the water. Just as I felt the warm ocean water wash over my balls as I lowered myself into the water, releasing her to move about freely. It felt amazing holding her out in public with everyone watching us. Well, until I had a nervous feeling wash over me as I had forgotten that our parents could be watching us. I turned to scan the beach, looking for a giant angry man to be staring me down but didn’t see one. With the panic finally subsided and my hard on now gone, I was free to move about and enjoy the beautiful water and the sun beating down on my shoulders.

We splashed and played around for what seemed like hours before finally coming out of the water to get something cold to drink. As we settled in our cabana, the drinks I made in the room were anything but that hot and not very tasty. Much to our surprise, a young fellow walked up in a shirt that displayed the resort’s name across his chest.

“Hello, friends, is there anything I can get for you?”

“Yes, do you have any drinks that taste like a drink called Sex on the Beach?” I asked, taking the lead for us.

“Yes, sir, we have an excellent drink called Island Dreams. It’s a fruity drink with vodka and…

“Sounds perfect, two of those.” I escort gaziantep interrupted him before he could finish what was in the rest of the drink.

“Yes, sir, right away, sir. He replied in a Jamaican accent as he turned and headed to get our drinks.

“Yes, sir, right away, sir. I like the sound of that. I’m going to start using that one. I like the word Sir; it’s so dominant.” She smirked at me.

“It’s so beautiful here. I’m really going to enjoy these two weeks. Especially after last week.” She said.

“It really is. I missed you so much last week. I’m so glad you’re feeling better, and we get to be here together.”

“Me too, I..”

“Here is your drink, madam and sir, he said, not meaning to interrupt Katie.

“Is this your first night at the resort?”

“Yes, we just arrived a couple of hours ago,” I replied.

Are you on your honeymoon?”

“Yes, we are,” Katie spoke up quickly.

“Well, madam, we have a cruise every Friday. It’s just for our honeymoon couples. It leaves at sunset and is gone for approximately 3 hours. You will be provided with a wonderful five-star meal and, of course, all the alcohol you can drink. If you need more in-depth information, the front desk would be happy to fill you in on all it entails. But, if there’s nothing else you need right now, have a wonderful day, and I will be by later to check on you if you’re still here. I hope to see y’all aboard.”

“Thank you,” I said and handed him a couple of dollars for a tip.

“That sounds like so much fun, but we should really start getting everything packed up and head back to the room. It’s getting close to dinner time, and I still have to shower. I want to look hot for you tonight.”

I was the first to shower. I wasn’t one to hang around in the shower. I only need five minutes to wash my hair, my body, and sometimes jerk off. My sister, on the other hand, could spend an hour in there. Other than shaving, I had no clue what took women so long. Katie wanted to go last so she could get ready without me seeing her. “I want to surprise you. I bought a new outfit just for this,” she said before kicking me out, still naked and dripping wet.

“I’m ready when you are,” I said several times and resting my face on the outside of the bathroom door the last time.

“Almost done, just 2 minutes more”, she said, laughing. “It’s what all girls say no matter how much more time they have.”

“Sounds about right,” I laughed.

It was only 6:40 pm, and we had plenty of time. Even though I didn’t want to wait until the last second to leave, our reservation wasn’t for another 50 minutes. So I kicked back on the bed with the TV on, not really paying attention as I looked out through the balcony doors. The small boats anchored about a hundred or so feet offshore just rocked up and down in the ocean. It was beautiful here; maybe we could live here where no one would know we were brother and sister. I could become head pro at one of the resorts teaching the tourists how to play. I’m sure the pay is good. Katie is super intelligent; she could get a job anywhere, hell, she could probably run one of these resorts. The thoughts that were currently running through my head and kept me occupied while my sister finished getting ready. Maybe later this week, I will talk to her about it, and we can ask around. I had a checklist already piling up in my head. Cost of living, jobs, income potential, housing, and I’m sure I’ve missed some stuff.

“Connor, Are you ok?” She asked, standing at the end of the bed looking worried.

“Holy shit! You look amazing.” I blurted out.

“Thank you,” she said, her smile slowly returning. “Is everything ok?” She asked with a worried look in her eyes.

“Yes, baby, everything is wonderful. Why do you ask?”

“It’s, just Ummm, you look like there’s something wrong,” her eyes getting glassy and starting to puff up.

“Oh no, baby, everything is great,” I said, sounding as reassuring as I could. “I was just thinking about our future. You know, If things don’t work out back home, maybe we could move here. Nobody would know that we’re brother and sister. I was just going over the logistics in my head—no need to worry. I love you. Are you ready to go eat?”

“Yes, I love you too. She said, trying to hold her tears back, using her hands to fan her eyes and keep her mascara in tack.”

She looked stunning. Her white top was cut into a deep V. The amount of cleavage was breathtaking. My father wouldn’t think so, but this wasn’t for him. Her black pencil skirt looked to have been painted on, and it hugged her wide hips and plump ass to perfection. Her long wavy hair was parted down the middle, framing her face perfectly. Her makeup was so smooth it looked to be airbrushed on by a professional. The bright red lipstick that matched her heels covered her full pouty lips. It made them look as though they were wet and bleeding. She was downright sexy; that was all she was going for tonight. She could be classy, but tonight she wanted to show off for me. Too bad she had to go with a bum gaziantep bayan escortları like myself. I didn’t bring anything that would come remotely close to what she was wearing tonight. I was wearing a pair of royal blue slacks with a white button-up shirt with the cuffs flipped back once. Matching peanut butter in color, belt, and shoes finished off my ensemble quite nicely. I thought I looked good until I saw my sister.

The whole walk to the restaurant, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Neither could anyone else as we walked through the resort lobby. As we reached the hostess podium, she instinctively bit her bottom lip as she looked my sister up and down. It was easy to see exactly what she wanted to do to my sister.

“Do you have a reservation? She asked almost in a moan and never taking her eyes off Katie.

“Yes, we do, I said. The last name is…”

“They’re with us, ” the soft and pleasant voice of my mother’s spoke as she reached the podium. “Oh my goodness, Katie, you look gorgeous,” she said just above a whisper. “Who’s this strong and handsome young man?” She blushed and winked at me.

“Why thank you,” she said. “This is the date I picked up on the way down here, and his name is Connor.” She shot back, never missing a beat, and causing my heart to almost stop.

As we reached the table, my father’s eyes grew large. Then back to normal as he exited his seat to stand and welcome us to the table.

“I,…I, you look, great honey,” He said. Keeping his eyes locked on Katie’s, so he wouldn’t check out his own daughter. “Hi, son, how are you doing?” He asked, now focusing all his attention on me with his hand out, looking to shake hands.

“Awe, thanks, Dad,” she smiled.

“Hi Dad, I’m doing great,” I said as I extended my hand to him and shook his hand firmly.

As dinner wore on, we had several glasses of wine, and we’re all feeling the effects of the Red Cabernet Sauvignon. Our parents had spoken to us all night long like we had grown up and had left home years ago. It was way different but nice. The man who could barely speak to me had changed his whole attitude towards me. Ever since that fateful night Lucas came over, it’s been a complete 180. It was great to have him act like a normal dad. During the dinner, we had all agreed to go dancing afterward. I didn’t know how to feel about partying with our parents. I knew we had two full weeks left, but tonight I really wanted my sister all to myself.

As we saw the entrance to the club, we already had more alcohol in us than the legal limit to drive. But, seeing the LED lights flash into the hallway to the beat of the music made our pace speed up a little. You could feel the bass hitting harder and harder below our feet as we walked closer to the door. This is great, I thought, our parents won’t make it long in here.

“Good evening, and welcome to the best party on the island. Please, come in.” The gentleman spoke in a broad Jamaican accent.

I continued to feel very apprehensive with our parents in tow. Katie had become more and more aggressive ever since the fateful night Lucas made his appearance. Her boldness kept me on edge and was making me extremely nervous. Everyone other than our parents that saw us automatically assumed we were a couple. They had even made complements, “What a lovely couple,” one time. “Cherish her young man; she’s a keeper,” on a separate occasion, an older gentleman said. Both times we were just sitting there, not even holding hands or anything. I was worried, would our parents start to see what everyone else apparently saw?

As we entered the club, my father’s eyes squinted as if he was looking into the sun. The music was loud, almost deafening. Even I was even wondering if I would have any hearing left at the end of the night. But watching my mother and sister act as if nothing was happening made my father and I suck it up. We finally made our way through the crowd of dancing people and unscathed as we reached the bar. Even though we had to stop and wait a couple of times so my mom and sister could dance for just a second.

“What can I get you?” The bartender yelled.

I slid up to the bar, “can I get four Island dreams?” I asked at the same volume.

“Coming, right up,” He shot back.

“What’s that?” my mother asked.

“We had them on the beach earlier today. They were delicious.” Katie spoke up.

It was cool but very different to see them cutting loose and having a good time. They were always so strict every time we went on vacation. Constantly questioning us, where are you going? Who’s going to be there? Who are their parents? It was a constant battle. But, now they were laid back and enjoying their vacation. After ordering our drinks, I had placed my back to the bar to hold our spot until they had arrived. While waiting for our drinks to come, my mother had her ass mashed and grinding into my father’s crotch as she danced to the hip-hop music. It had my heart racing a hundred miles an hour as she took her cue from my sister. Who was grinding her perfectly round ass into my now semi hard cock. Both girls were smiling and having a wonderful time. My father and I were both stiff as a board and not moving. With my mother continuing to copy Katie’s every move, the more I began to sweat. Finally, the music slowed, and even more people lined up to the bar. There was just enough room for Katie to slowly slide up and down as she ground and rolled her ass into my now rock hard cock.

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Robin’s Journey – The Conclusion

This is the last part (for now) of this series. Apologies for the delay in getting this posted…life, death, a move and retirement have consumed my time.

If you have not read the first two chapters, you may want to do so to better understand the setting for this chapter.

There was a quiet knock on the door. Robin cracked the door and peeked outside, as I heard muffled voices from across the room, turning to me, she said, “Close your eyes.”

I sat on the bed, closed my eyes and heard the door open and felt the presence of someone entering the room.

“What’s going on here, Robin?” I asked. “Shhh, everything is fine, you’ll see for yourself in just a minute”.

I heard soft footsteps on the carpet, and Robin announced, “You can open your eyes”.

As I opened my eyes, Lauren, the best man’s wife, was standing in front of me wearing the hotel bathrobe.

“Alex is playing golf with the rest of the gang this morning, and I thought Lauren would enjoy some attention”, Robin said.

“Are you out of your mind? I asked, as I arose from the bed. “Does she know?”

“Mmhmm” was Robin’s response.

“How can you be so irresponsible? You know the trouble this can cause if our secret gets out; nobody will come out of this unscathed! I screamed.

Lauren had taken two steps back during my rant, Robin moved in front of me, and put her hands on my shoulders to comfort me. “Everything will be fine,” she said. “One evening after a few glasses of wine, Lauren and I were playing in bed…”

“Now, wait, you and Lauren play?” I asked.

“Yes, we have enjoyed each other for some time. The boys islahiye escort don’t know about it, and we are keeping it that way. And, Lauren has just as much to lose, so please relax and enjoy this. I want two people I love to enjoy this moment with me.”

With that, Robin turned and extended her hand to Lauren, who grasped her hand and stepped forward, standing beside Robin in front of me.

“Alex gave Lauren a present this morning, and she is interested in the same treatment you give me,” Robin said.

Looking Lauren in the eye, I said, “Are you sure about this?”

“Oh yeah,” Lauren said. “Ever since Robin told me about the fun between the two of you, we have been trying to figure out how to make this happen. We began planning this very moment, months ago. Having you help with the wedding preparations and decorations was the icing on the cake, to make sure you were here so we could pull this off.”

“If this is too much, I get it,” Robin said. “Otherwise, you should enjoy Lauren before all of Alex’s cum runs down her legs and ends up on the carpet.”

My mind was racing on so many levels. I knew this was not a great idea; however, the smell of sex in the room, combined with a gorgeous young woman standing in front of me, offering me her cum-filled pussy to devour, was too much to take.

I grabbed Lauren’s hand and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees, I placed my hands on her legs, just above her knees, and her legs instinctively spread open. Her pussy was gorgeous; shaved lips with a small landing strip of red hair, guiding me to the prize she had waiting for me.

I islahiye escort bayan pushed the robe out of the way, as she leaned back on her elbows, exposing her stomach and breasts.

I suppose she thought I was going to dive right in to eat her; instead, I lifted one of her legs and brought her foot to my mouth. Her toes were a perfectly-polished dark blue, which complemented her creamy-white, lightly-freckled skin.

As my tongue ran along the bottom of her foot, from her heel to her big toe, I saw her head fall back, and heard a low moan escape her lips. I began to lick, suck and worship her foot, while running my hands up and down her legs. As I kissed my way around her foot and toes, I began to trace my tongue up her calf, past her knee and up her thigh, teasingly avoiding the sweet prize between her legs.

I massaged her thighs, as I slowly and teasingly moved my mouth closer to her cum-filled pussy. She began to gyrate her hips, pushing them forward, closer to my mouth. When neither of us could not wait any longer, in one swift motion, I glued my mouth over her entire pussy, and began sucking…she sat up, grabbed my head and held me tight to her needy pussy, and immediately began pushing a sweet load of cum into my mouth. I continued my relentless sucking and probed my tongue into the depths of her pussy to get every drop of nectar.

When she was sufficiently clean, I stood up, pulled her to her feet and kissed her so she could taste her husband’s cum, mixed with her juices on my lips. Our tongues danced and she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth, a sign of what she wanted and needed.

Pushing escort islahiye her to her knees, I said,”My turn.”

She looked at Robin, who looked at me. I nodded my approval, and she knowingly took her place next to Lauren.

Lauren wasted no time in sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. From the prior activities, I was sufficiently aroused, and her mouth on me brought forth a long string of pre-cum, that she greedily lapped up. Seeing that, Robin quickly replaced Lauren’s mouth with hers, I watched in awe, as my niece and her friend, coated my cock with their saliva.

When I could take it no more, I grabbed Robin, pulled her to her feet, turned her around and pushed her head to the bed. Standing behind her, I pushed her legs apart, pulled her hips back to mine and slid balls deep inside her. Turning to Lauren, I said.” Get on your knees in front of her.”

Lauren’s mouth found Robin’s clit, Robin began to shudder from having her clit and pussy pleasured simultaneously. I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I came, so I pumped harder and when I knew I was close, I pulled out of Robin’s pussy, and put my cock in Lauren’s face. She knowingly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The first rope of cum landed on her face. She grabbed my cock and pulled it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, as her hand stroked me to get every drop of cum into her mouth.

When I was drained, she stood up, pulled Robin into her, and kissed to share my cum.

As my mind cleared and I came to my senses, I looked at my watch in horror. I needed to get going, to not throw up any red flags; I threw on my clothes and headed for the stairs and back to my hotel room to get a shower.

The wedding went off smoothly, and it was a thrill to dance with both Robin and Lauren, knowing what took place the day before. Nobody was the wiser, but we had satisfied smiles on our faces.

The adventures continued after Robin married…I will save that for another story.

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Author’s Note: Welcome! I wrote this story last year at the request of one of my readers. He wanted a bespoke story tailor-made to his specific fantasies (brother sister incest & wife sharing) and fetish (female legs). He enjoyed it very much and I hope you do too.

The characters in this story are Indian and the dialogues have few Hindi words sprinkled between predominantly English words. I hope the Hindi words add more authenticity for readers familiar with the language. The rest of the English dialogues should make this readable for other readers.

All the characters in this story are above 18 years of age when engaged in sexual activities.

***

“Achha suno. Ansh called earlier today. He’s coming this Saturday,” Ishika said, fastening her seat belt.

“Cool. I’ll restock the bar!” I said, grinning as I drove the car out of the parking lot of her office.

She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance as I laughed out loud.

I am Kabir, a 35-year-old doctor at Artemis Hospital. My wife, Ishika, is 32 and a banker. We live in Gurgaon and have been married for the last four years.

My brother-in-law, Ansh is Ishika’s younger brother. He is 30 and lived in Bangalore. He and I share a great rapport and are good buddies. We have a great time whenever we meet. Ishika adores him. Few days back, he informed us that he has taken up a new job and would be moving to Gurgaon. We were thrilled at this news as it meant the three of us could hangout more often. We offered him to stay with us till he finds a new house and gets acquainted with his new office.

I drove out of a particularly busy junction and entered a relatively open road as we made our way to our 3-bedroom apartment home. I had picked up Ishika from her bank after the end of my hospital shift in the evening.

As I glanced at the left ORVM of the car, to check the traffic behind me, I saw Ishika smiling mischievously.

“Kya hua?” I asked, smiling.

“Milind was checking me out again today.”

“Really! Did he say anything?”

“Zyada kuch nahi. He complimented me. Said I looked good and all that. But rest of the day, I could see his eyes fixed on me,” she said and giggled.

Milind was a new colleague of Ishika, who had joined her office recently. He was younger, yet seemed smitten by her. When Ishika had mentioned him, I had cheekily asked her to tease him a little.

Ishika is a gorgeous woman, very sexy having a great body with curves at the right places. Her best feature are her smooth, fleshy legs which I absolutely love. She has a dazzling smile and a very easy personality which attracts everyone to her. Her girl-next-door vibe and friendly attitude wins hearts all around, especially those of her male friends and colleagues.

Yet, being shy, she has never been comfortable with too much flirting and maintains distance from guys who flirt too much. I, on the other hand, love when guys check out my wife. It gives me a sense of pride that guys covet what I have. It thrills me that she loves only me and I am able to enjoy her body and fuck her, which the other guys could only dream of. She was a virgin when we married and I am the only lover she’s ever had.

Over the course of our marriage, I have steadily been able to open her up to enjoy other guys’ attention. I encourage her to be flirty with guys who flirt with her, as long as it’s harmless and fun. This has slowly transformed her into a woman who is now more confident in her sexuality and able to bask in the attention showered on her. It has also led to some kinky role-play in the bedroom, where I ask her to tell me fictional tales of her sexual escapades with her admirers, as we have sex. It heightens both our arousal and usually leads to some of the most mind-blowing orgasms.

“And, what did you do when he was ogling you?” I asked.

She put her hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my crotch and said, “I’ll tell you tonight… in bed.”

I looked at her. She smiled mischievously. God! I couldn’t wait to get home.

***

“This is delicious, didi. I had missed home cooked food and especially your cooking,” Ansh said.

It was the evening on Saturday and the three of us were having dinner. Ansh had arrived earlier that day. Ishika and I had picked him up from the airport.

“Glad you still like my cooking! This guy doesn’t,” Ishika said, poking me playfully on the forearm.

“Hey! Aisa kab kaha maine?” I said, defensively. I winked at Ansh and said, “Never get married, unless you wanna hear such taunts.”

Thankfully Ishika ignored my comment and said to Ansh, “So, how’s your girlfriend?”

“Kaun? Neha? We broke up like six months ago. I am single now.”

“Aw, that’s too bad, yaar. You two made such a nice couple,” Ishika said.

“Yeah, well, itna bhi serious nahi tha. We weren’t exactly in love. Once I decided to move here, we called it off mutually. Ye long distance relationship nahi hoga humse.”

“Koi baat nahi. There’s plenty of fish in the pond,” öğrenci gaziantep escort I said, winking at him.

“I know. Hope ki yahan ki ladkiyan hot hogi. Once I get settled here, I’ll jump back into the dating scene.”

“How does a dork like you attract so many girls?” Ishika asked, teasing her brother.

“I am no longer a dork, didi. I am a Casanova now!”

“In your dreams, you dork!”

We all had a hearty laugh. I had heard of Ansh’s numerous girlfriends over the last four years. He had shared some of the details with me. To his sister, he might still seem like a dork, but I suspected he was smooth and had a way with the ladies.

***

We cleared up after dinner. Ishika said her goodnights to me and Ansh and retired to the bedroom to watch her Netflix show. I and Ansh got our glasses, soda, water, ice cubes and whiskey and settled in the living room.

We spoke about sports and movies. As the drinks started flowing, we started getting high. The conversation moved towards topics of sex. I knew he had the exact fascination with female legs as me. I unlocked my phone and opened the pictures I had downloaded. We went through the pictures of Bollywood actresses of the previous decades showing off their smooth and fleshy legs. We remembered those days fondly when Bollywood actresses had flesh and curves and we complained about the new generation of skinny actresses and their overly toned figures.

“Pata hai, jiju, I have lost count of the number of times I’d have jerked off to Rani. Mast hot lagti thi woh! Even now I pull out old photos of her sometimes,” Ansh said, his voice slightly heavy with alcohol. He looked at the Rani’s pictures on my phone and said, “Damn! Just look at those legs, those thighs. I could just lick them all night long.”

I nodded in agreement. He became silent for a moment and started smiling, goofy. I thought he was completely high.

“Kya hua?” I asked.

“Pata nahi, achanak se khayal aya. Didi kind of looks like Rani, doesn’t she?” Ansh said.

I shrugged and said, “I guess. She definitely has lovely legs too.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“College ke time pe, ghar mein shorts aur mini skirts pehen ke ghumti thi. I used to ogle at her legs,” Ansh said, grinning.

I laughed and said, “She still roams around in her shorts here. You’ll see for yourself.”

I was slightly high by that time. In the spur of the moment, I said, “In fact, why don’t we see some of that right now.”

I opened the secret, password protected folder on my phone. Inside that I had stored few risqué pictures of Ishika. Whenever she was away from home for few days, visiting friends or family, I asked her to send me pictures of her bare legs from the waist down. We’d then have some sex chat and I would jerk off looking at those pictures. Other times, when she was home, I would ask her to pose sexily for me in nighties or lingerie. Over the years, I had amassed quite a collection of sexy pictures of her in my phone.

I unlocked few pictures that showed just her bare legs. She had worn her panty and crossed her legs. I gave the phone to Ansh and said, “Enjoy.”

He took the phone, looked at the screen and with wide eyes. “Whoa!”

I smiled, nodded and winked. He swiped through the five pictures I had unlocked and went through them again, admiring each of them. I looked at his face, gauging his reaction. He seemed completely engrossed and mesmerized.

“Wow! She looks hotter than I had ever imagined. You’re a really lucky guy, jiju.”

“Yep, I am well aware of that.”

“I think I should retire for the night,” Ansh said.

I could guess he was very aroused by then. A quick glance at his crotch confirmed it. He definitely wanted to jerk off badly.

“I could send you these pics, if you’d like…”

“I’d love that. Hope it’s not weird for you.”

“Not at all. You’re her brother after all, not some random stranger. I trust you’ll keep them safe and private.”

“Yeah… of course!”

I sent him the pics, we finished our drink and called it a night.

***

I went to the bedroom and found Ishika watching Netflix on her iPad. I got into the bed and snuggled close to her. As she continued watching the show, I slowly moved down and pulled her nightie up towards her waist, uncovering her legs completely.

I’ve strong fetish for female legs, especially those with fleshy thighs and calves. And Ishika’s legs have all these qualities. I just love them! The sight of her fair, smooth, fleshy legs made me salivate.

I tickled her legs and traced my fingers from her ankle to thighs. I focused on her left leg and licked it, starting from the ankle up towards her thigh. She had recently waxed her legs, so my tongue moved up the silky smooth skin effortlessly. Making it wet with my saliva, I continued to lick it. As I moved up her leg, Ishika started to squirm in pleasure. I licked gaziantep öğrenci escort her thigh all around till I reached her panty.

Ishika pushed her hips up slightly and I pulled her panty down and off her body. The smell of her arousal was evident. She put her iPad away and looked at me, in anticipation. I ran my fingers through her trimmed pubic hair and touched her pussy. It was soaking wet. I rubbed her pussy lips and smeared her juices around. Ishika moaned with pleasure.

I moved up and Ishika pulled me towards her, planting a passionate kiss on my lips. She frantically pulled off my t-shirt and trousers making me naked. I pulled off her nightie, exposing her lovely 34C breasts. Her brown nipples were erect and goosebumps around her areolas. I bent down and took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked. She moaned again and grabbed my hard cock, giving it a few quick strokes. I pulled her legs apart and got on top of her. I rubbed my rock hard erection over her slick pussy lips and entered her warm love hole. We both moaned in pleasure, as my cock was engulfed by her moist and warm canal and I filled her up completely. She embraced me tightly as I started to fuck her.

I was extremely horny after my chat with Ansh. Had he ever jerked off to his sister before? Was he doing it now, looking at her pictures? Has he ever thought of fucking her? All these thoughts and questions swirled in my mind, adding to my arousal.

A powerful urge overcame me in that instance. A wild thought. I whispered in Ishika’s ear, “Oh didi, it feels so good.”

She froze and went rigid for a moment. The only person who called her didi was her brother. I pressed both her hands down, pinning her on the bed, taking charge of her body. She looked at me curiously.

I whispered again, “It feels so good, didi. Does it feel good to you?” I pushed myself deeper into her. She moaned and whimpered.

As I got her moaning and groaning, thrusting my cock in and out of her, I whispered again, “Oh God! Didi, look, my cock is in your pussy.”

“Yes, I can feel it,” she said, moaning. “Oh! Fuck me!”

“Didi, tumhari pussy itni tight hai. Bahut mazaa aa raha hai. Tumhe kaisa lag raha hai? Batao na, didi. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, bahut achha lag raha hai,” she whispered back.

“Say my name, didi. Kya chahiye tumhe?”

“Oh God!”

I stopped thrusting into her and urged her. “Say it, didi. Say my name. Tell me what you want?”

“Oh Ansh, Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” she groaned.

My mind was blown with excitement. I resumed thrusting into her and fucked her harder but I was so aroused that I soon went over the edge. “Oh didi, I am gonna cum!” I grunted. Ishika moaned and held me tight as she herself started to spasm and climax. With a loud grunt, I shot load after load of my hot semen into her pussy while she rode out her orgasm.

***

The next evening, I and Ansh sat for a drink again. We had some initial chit-chat as I waited for him to get high. Then I steered the conversation towards the topic I had in mind.

“I hope you had a good time last night with those pictures,” I said with a wink.

“Haan, jiju. In fact, I jerked off thrice last night. By the third time, I was just shooting blanks,” he said and laughed.

I chuckled and said, “I had a wonderful time last night as well. Tumhe yakin nahi hoga kal kya hua!”

I quickly told him the events of the previous night. Ansh was dumbfounded to hear it. “What the fuck! Jiju, stop messing with me. Aap mazaak kar rahe hain, right?”

“Bilkul nahi. God’s honest truth. That’s what happened.”

He was silent for a while as we continued our drinks. “Jiju, kya aapko lagta hai ki… I mean it sounds ridiculous… but…”

“You mean if she might be interested in fucking you? Pata nahi, probably. But… the question is… are you interested in fucking her?”

Ansh was silent and took a sip from his glass. “God! I can’t believe we’re having this discussion. Sach bolu toh, I have fantasized about didi quite a few times back when we were in college. Hum jhagad te thhe, like regular siblings, and I hated her for bossing me around. Achanak se, she entered womanhood when she started her college. The change was quite stark and sudden that I, a horny young man, just had to take notice. That was the first time I jerked off, fantasizing her. Baad mein awkward laga, but it was so arousing.

“Shortly after, she moved out to stay with her friends in hostel and I got to see her lesser and lesser. Over time, I stopped fantasizing her as I got intimate with my girlfriends. Yet, seeing her pictures yesterday, brought back all those memories. So… I guess… agar mauka milta hai… I would love to fuck her, only if both of you are cool with it. Anyways, this is just a hypothetical scenario… right?”

I gave him a sly smile and said, “Kya pata… under the right circumstances… kuch bhi possible hai.”

We finished our drinks and gaziantep öğrenci escort bayan Ansh said, “So… do you have any other pictures of her?”

I opened up my phone and sent four of Ishika’s lingerie pics to Ansh. He looked at his phone and his eyes widened. Two of them had Ishika posing on the living room sofa in black lacy lingerie, with her legs stretched out and prominently displayed. In the other two, she was wrapped in a pink towel from chest to upper thighs, just out of shower. Her hair was wet, water drops on her skin and she had a seductive look, biting her lower lip.

“Wow!” Ansh said, “I had never imagined her looking so seductive.”

“She’s very seductive… and an absolute delight in bed.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I can only imagine.”

“Maybe you’ll get a chance to find out yourself. Let me see what I can do.”

***

Over the next couple of days, Ansh and I discussed how we could get Ishika to fuck him. I knew she was definitely turned on by the idea, but fantasy and reality are very different. I had no idea if she’d actually be interested in incest in real life. My job was to facilitate in creating the right opportunities and Ansh’s job was to seduce her.

For the entire next week, I mostly had evening or night shifts at the hospital. I told Ansh to utilize this opportunity and spend maximum time with Ishika. He was using her car anyway, so he started to drop her at her office in the morning and pick her back up in the evening. Since, it was just the two of them at dinner, he helped her around the kitchen. They also spent time together after dinner, watching movies. Ansh found an apartment near his office. The brother and sister went shopping, to buy him all the required items to set up his house before he could move in.

All this gave Ansh ample opportunity to be near Ishika and work his charm on her. He showed her the funny, charming and flirtatious side of himself, which she had been oblivious to earlier. He was also able to be more touchy-feely with her in a natural, inconspicuous manner which made her more comfortable with him.

Ansh kept me updated daily about his activities with Ishika and any small yet significant development between them. Our goal was to warm her up to the possibility of seeing her brother in a new light, as a charming and desirable man. Beyond that, we had no idea how we’d be able to achieve any sort of a breakthrough. Luckily, we got a chance sooner than we thought.

***

“We have an office party coming up this Saturday,” Ansh said, one evening, during dinner.

“Cool! Where is it?” Ishika asked.

“Green Orchid Farms resort.”

“Achhi jagah hai. You’ll enjoy it,” I said.

“Pata nahi, jiju. Not sure if I’ll go.”

“Kyun?” asked Ishika.

“I don’t know anyone that well at my office yet. It’s a family event with spouses and kids. Bachelors can bring a date but I don’t have one. I don’t wanna go alone. Bore ho jaunga.”

“Take Ishika with you,” I said.

“It’s either girlfriend or a date, jiju. Sister nahi chalegi.”

“Then take her as your date,” I said.

“What?” Ishika said, surprised.

“You’re new to the company. No one knows you that well. Introduce her as your date, spend some time there, enjoy the food and drinks, then come back. Kisiko pata nahi chalega ki she’s your sister,” I said, with a shrug to make it sound casual.

“Are you crazy? That’s ridiculous!” said Ishika.

“Actually, not a bad idea, jiju,” said Ansh, quickly, “Come on, didi. I don’t wanna go alone and it’d look bad if I skip it. Need to make an appearance, being the new guy and all. Chalo na, didi, please!”

Ishika looked at me with annoyance. Finally she said to Ansh, “Theek hai. I’ll go. But this is not a date!”

***

On Saturday evening, the day of the party, I and Ansh, waited in the living room for Ishika. Ansh was already dressed up and ready to go. Finally, Ishika came out of the bedroom, all dressed and made up. Both Ansh and I said “wow” simultaneously. She was dressed in a beautiful long gown, deep blue in color, which she had bought earlier that day. I was surprised to see the amount of skin it exposed on her shoulders, chest and back, more than any of her other outfits. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her make-up and other accessories.

“How do I look?” she asked us.

“Beautiful! But a slight problem. Let me fix it for you,” I said and slipped off the wedding ring from her finger. “It’d be weird if someone noticed that you’re married.”

Ansh and Ishika exited the front door. I said, “Enjoy the date!”

Ishika rolled her eyes and said, “This is not a date.”

***

I had been waiting anxiously for the past three hours since Ishika and Ansh had left. I kept imagining what might’ve happened, if Ansh had been able to make some progress with his sister. As the clock ticked by, I became more and more anxious. I got a drink from the mini-bar in my living room, to soothe my nerves. Finally, my phone chimed with notification. I grabbed it quickly and opened it up.

A text message from Ansh. It read — Kissed. Handjob. Coming home now.

My eyes were wide with amazement. I read the message multiple times. Excited, I dimmed the lights in the bedroom and got into bed, waiting for Ishika. I heard her open the front door with her key and get into the house. Few minutes later, she got into the bedroom.

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The panties and the perfume had knocked me off guard completely.“Suzanne?” Still no reply as I slowly walked up the grand staircase to our bedroom. Nobody home.OK, let’s just take this at face value, I told myself. So Suzi’s outside, she wants me to fuck her in the hot tub or something. I undressed from my work clothes and grabbed my bathrobe off the back of the master bath door — the one with no belt, of course. I descended the staircase, my big dick dangling sınırsız gaziantep escort out from my parted robe, and went to the wet bar for a bourbon on the rocks. Then I walked out the sunroom door and down the marble staircase to our Olympic-sized pool and spa, and prepared to fuck my wife.Instead, I dropped my rocks glass. It shattered on the marble deck and my mouth hung open in abject terror.“Hello!” Sophie said from the middle of the pool, waving cheerfully at me.Sophie is a Hungarian pornstar and the escort I had been boffing weekly on the regular for the past 10 months. Sophie is the one who wears Dahlia Divin. I gave her a bottle during our Christmas fuck-fest while Suzanne was back home in Baton Rouge with her Mom.“Sophie!” I hissed, trembling. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”“I am Valentine!” Sophie purred, tucking her chin into her shoulder and rubbing her hands along her body the way she would one of the photo sessions at the studio I had quietly opened on Figueroa Street. She was wearing a pink lamé slingshot bikini that only nominally covered her enormous, plastic 34DD tits — the ones I paid for right after she arrived in the U.S. on a camp counselor’s visa. Sophie’s mid-neck length bob was completely wet, but she was still fully made-up, smoky eyes, intoxicating lashes, full, ruby, blowjob lips, nothing running or smearing.Still, gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan the danger was unmistakable. Oh no, my wife didn’t invite Sophie over to fuck me for my Valentine’s present. “Sophie,” I said urgently, throwing off my robe to enter the pool, wearing only my medallions and aviator sunglasses. I took her by the hand urgently. She was actually wearing her goddamn clear plastic stripper heels in the pool, and she wobbled and stumbled as I tried to take her out to safety.“You need to leave now,” I said. “This isn’t safe. Suzanne is my wife, and she might … she might hurt you.”Sophie’s bright expression dropped. She seemed confused more than frightened. “Hurt? But we spend whole day together!”“You … you what?” I said.“We get tan, then we do hairdo, then lunch,” Sophie said. “Then come back and fuck in shower, on bed, in sauna …”“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I exclaimed, exasperated. Sophie stopped in the middle of the shallow end and resisted my pull.“We play cowboy and indian, too!” she giggled. She what?! That was our favorite costumed role-play; Sophie would put on a head-to-toe feathered headdress, I’d wear chaps and a Stetson hat, and she would ride me while a tom-tom drummed ritually over the boom box I’d set by the motel bed. It was now clear that Suzanne knew everything. She must have hired a P.I. or gaziantep sınırsız escort something. I realized I probably wasn’t going to be living in this house after today. If I was living at all.Then Sophie looked over my shoulder and waved. “Hello!” she said brightly. “Hello, Miss Suzanne!”Oh fuck, I thought.Slowly, I turned, and saw my wife — my all-American good girl bride, Miss Photogenic at Miss Louisiana USA 1990, LSU homecoming queen, descend the staircase to the pool, her high heels banging out gunfire on the pink travertine. She was wearing a black, flat brimmed stetson and black leather chaps, with an enormous, metallic gold strap-on dildo dangling beneath their belt. 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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

Taylor lay back on the grass and stretched. The early afternoon sun felt wonderful on his skin. What felt even better, though, was being almost completely naked on campus. His body was entirely exposed except for a tight Nike racing brief. Beneath the spandex, his dick pulsed against the suit, unable to grow in its confinement, but aroused and dripping precum nonetheless. The swimmer was only partly grateful that the pattern of his suit helped conceal his leakage. Imagining the reaction of others to his arousal doubled it at the very least.

“You look good enough to suck,” Josh said, looking down on his roommate. His classes had run later than Taylor’s and the blonde had taken the opportunity to get in some impromptu tanning time in a very exhibitionistic way.

“So do you,” Taylor flexed as Josh snapped a couple pictures of him. He was gaining dozens of followers a day and collecting quite a few lustful comments in his new persona. And he loved every minute of it. To express himself through his body was natural for an athlete. It was who he was, fully realized. He reached out and ran a hand up Josh’s smooth leg. “Get down here and kiss me.”

Josh already had his shirt off, having long ago developed the art of stripping as soon as he got out of class. Toeing off his Havaianas, he dropped his shorts to reveal a simple white Marcuse brief-with a quick-release buckle on one hip. He lowered himself onto the towel next to his lover and sensuously kissed him.

“I hope they’re taking pics of us,” he whispered to Taylor as they made out.

“They are,” Taylor reassured him. In case they hadn’t been noticed after all, he pulled Josh into a spooning position with him and snapped a photo.

“Does that speedo feel good on your dick?”

“A few years ago I used to just cum and cum all afternoon, humping my bed in a swimsuit. I love the pressure. Even if my cockhead isn’t as obvious as yours.”

“You’re so wet I can feel it on my ass. Through two layers of spandex. Jockwhore.”

“You’re rubbing your slutty bubble butt on my cock. What do you expect to happen?”

“Exactly what’s happening.” Josh pulled away and stood up. “Let’s get going before someone calls security because they can’t take our natural heat.”

“Well, fuck them,” Taylor said, reaching for his shorts. “Serve them right if we screwed right here and melted their fragile little snowflake minds. Where are we going, anyway?”

“You’ll see,” Josh smirked. The swimmer admired how fast the Miami boy was at folding a towel.

“Who are we fucking?”

“You’ll see.”

“Come on!” Taylor pleaded. “You said it would be something good. And you only blew me once this morning.”

“Just get in the car,” Josh replied, swishing his butt. Taylor slid his hand down the back of the teen’s shorts as they walked. He loved the stares they got from guys and girls alike. And Josh’s casual cockiness, the way he had of raising an eyebrow at people to dare them to say something, was a huge turnon.

Taylor unlocked his Jeep and climbed in. “Now will you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“Phone, please.” Josh tapped in an address.

“You really keep the surprise going.”

“I try. And you might as well take your shorts off, you won’t be needing them any time soon.” The runner was already down to his swimsuit again.

“You make clothes seem more stupid than anyone else I’ve ever met,” Taylor grinned. He put up absolutely no resistance when his friend wrestled his shorts off and threw them in the back of the Jeep. Driving in a swimsuit was something he’d always wanted to do back home, but it wasn’t the right environment for it. Here in the tropics, though, he fit in perfectly being himself.

The address Josh had punched in turned out to be a fairly typical Florida home, single-level and positioned at the front of its lot. “Pull into the driveway,” Josh instructed him.

“You sure no one will mind?”

“I guarantee it.” Josh stepped out of the car and went straight to the front door. It was open and he walked straight in. To Taylor’s surprise-and enjoyment, he dropped his backpack and immediately stripped off his speedo, hanging it on a rack by the door. The swimmer noticed there were other items of clothing already hanging there.

“Well, come on!” Josh prompted him. The blonde had no idea where this was going, but he figured that if he was getting naked already, it had to be good. Not to mention that it was always an immense relief to free his cock after a few hours of confinement. Variety was fun. He let his speedo drop and followed Josh out through a sliding door to a patio behind the house. The space occupied most of the property, and was taken up by a large pool, several substantial trees, and a tiny poolhouse, as well as tall fences covered with morning glories and bougainvillea. There were two people sitting on chairs by the pool, a man and a woman, both very good-looking. The woman turned her head as the door opened, and got up to meet them, smiling. Josh went straight up to her and kissed her. Taylor felt his cock rising at their obvious passion.

Josh broke the kiss and stepped gaziantep escort pornoları back. “Hi, mom.”

“Hey, Josh.” She kissed him again, not minding at all that two naked guys were watching her French kiss her son. “So is this Taylor?”

“Yep!” Josh turned and waved Taylor over. The swimmer’s head was spinning as he crossed the few feet of distance that separated them. He couldn’t believe his roommate had just made out with his mother in an undeniably sexual way. Nor could he believe how hard his cock was. “Taylor, this is my mom, Rachel.”

“Hi, Taylor,” Rachel said. “Josh has been going crazy about how wonderful his new roommate is. I’m glad you decided to spend the weekend with us.”

Fuck, Taylor thought to himself. My roommate is fucking his mom. And they want me to spend the weekend fucking with them. Rachel, he realized, was a knockout. She didn’t look old enough to have a son in college, not by a good decade. Her body was toned and flawless, her breasts substantial yet perky. Long hair in a ponytail fell halfway down her back. Her skin was darker than Josh’s, shining in the sun with oil and sex fluids. She had no tanlines whatsoever. Taylor knew, without hesitation, that if this woman had come up to him at the beach, he would have accepted her offer instantly. Why should he let her love for her son, his friend, interfere with that?

At the same time, he knew he was crossing a line that few of his peers would ever have the courage to cross. And because he was who he was, that realization made him want it to cross it even more.

Taylor bent down and kissed Rachel, trembling as she gently pulled him closer to her. She took his mouth assertively, confident in the young man’s lust for her, and pleased that he responded so readily, rejecting all his previous notions of what was taboo or inappropriate. Apart from that, his hard cock, against her abs testified to his total arousal. Now she began to believe everything her son had told her about the athlete who was diving into debauchery with all his heart.

“You are a beautiful boy,” she told him, stroking his face. “Your performance with my son yesterday was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.”

“Fuck!” Taylor actually blushed bright red under his tan. “Josh, you showed your mom-“

“Of course. We were hot together. Why wouldn’t she like it?”

“We had to watch it three times while fucking,” the other man said with a huge smile on his face. “You were better than hot. That’s some of the greatest porn I’ve ever seen. Period.”

“Taylor, this is my mom’s lover, Jason,” Josh said, petting a gorgeous, perpetually smiling Latin boy who was stroking Josh’s cock while watching them. Jason was short, maybe five foot seven at best, but broad and beautifully muscled, the caramel to Rachel’s chocolate cake. His uncut cock was similarly thick, almost as thick as Taylor’s. On his small frame it looked almost savage. And yet his ass was round and fuckable. It was dizzying to the swimmer to think of what the two of them must get up to in bed-and out of it.

“Hi, Taylor!” Jason said enthusiastically. He turned out to be very tactile, running his hands all over Taylor’s muscles while kissing him and encouraging him to do the same. The teen obliged. The older man’s body was a work of art, and the reverence he felt for the perfection to which the jock’s physique could be brought fed his lust.

“Lover, eh?” Taylor finally said, straightening up. “That covers a lot of possibilities.”

“Jason is an intern in my mom’s law office,” Josh explained. “And she seduced him a couple weeks after he signed on. I believe he wanted to work there in large part because he immediately fell in lust with her, but he denies it.”

“He went instantly erect in his dress pants the first time he saw me,” Rachel said, eyes fixed on her boytoy even as she manipulated the college freshman. “I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything else between them and his dick. And that made me hot for him right that second. I knew he was an explosive exhibitionist.”

“Let me guess,” Taylor said, deciding to be bold. “You came home and told Josh about it. And you added that he wasn’t wearing any socks with his sexy loafers and Josh got hard and told you to go get him.”

“Well, shit,” Rachel breathed deeply and looked up at him. “You’ve been getting to know my son very well indeed.” She pulled him in for another kiss, and the blonde could tell she was turned on by him. He couldn’t resist gently teasing her between her legs. His fingers came away wet. Dizzy, he realized he was going to spend the weekend having sex with this incredibly sexy woman. And committing incest with her. A week ago everyone had thought he was straight. A week ago he had been straight, as far as experience was concerned.

He slid his fingers into Rachel’s mouth and made her lick them clean.

“I have. So I’m guessing the next thing he did was fuck you.”

“Right again. But now I want to fuck you.”

She grabbed his hand and led him over to the poolhouse, which had shutters opening on all sides to let the air through. It was built to provide shade and diffused light, and little else. escort pornoları Most of the space inside was taken up by a daybed. Behind the poolhouse, a rock wall trickling with running water gave an added sense of privacy. Taylor thought he’d walked onto the set of a porn movie. Jason could have been a Falcon model, and the location was straight out of Hegre. He’d developed a very fine taste in porn over the past summer, thinking about what he wanted to do in college. Now, to his shock, he was getting to do it. All of it and more. It would have been a complete lie to claim he wasn’t turned on by incest, just like everyone else who approached sex from a positive standpoint. If making love was good, and making love was better with someone you loved, wouldn’t making love to someone whom you loved as deeply as a member of your family be the best of all?

Jason and Josh were already sitting on the bed, both in the lotus position and facing each other. They were trading kisses and lightly stroking each other’s bare feet. As Taylor and Rachel approached, Josh took a hit off a cute little glass bong, then exhaled it into Jason’s mouth. The position and the weed had their erections looking hard enough to burst.

“That smells delicious,” Taylor said, lying down and stretching out. “Can I have some?”

“Of course,” Josh grinned. He took another draw before leaning over and blowing it into his roommate’s lungs. An explosion of lemon filled Taylor’s mouth, and his lungs tingled, but in a good way that he knew how to manage. Josh fed him a second hit, and as they made out, the swimmer opened his eyes to realize that Rachel was halfway down his cock,

Josh broke their kiss. “What were you just thinking? I felt you trying to smirk.”

“Fuck, I’m such a jockstud,” Taylor chuckled. “You and your mom and the same time. So hot. Thanks, Josh. I love you.”

“Love you too, stud,” Josh said, kissing him again without the weed. “Here, take a hit yourself. This is some Super Lemon Haze. It’s going to make you ridiculously horny.”

“I already am, but I could be more.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jason said approvingly. “No such thing as being too horny.”

Taylor got high and felt his dick thicken to its limits. Smoke filled the air around him. He couldn’t think straight, and found it hard to protest when the other guys played with his tender nipples. They kept kissing him, too, and he started licking Josh’s body at random for no particular reason. Rachel took a couple of hits before going back down on him, swallowing his shaft down her throat with smoke pluming out around it. It was one of the most arousing sights he had ever seen in his life.

Rachel must have sensed his closeness to orgasm, because she pulled off his cock and climbed atop him. Crouching over him like a lioness, she kissed him, and they tasted the weed on each other’s tongues. The teen instinctively thrust his hips up in a vain attempt to hump his erection against her before controlling his movements. She was teasing him, but at the same time she was very much in earnest.

“Fuck me,” she urged him. Taylor opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Not yet.” He gently pulled her upright and faced her towards Josh. “Show me.”

A smile crept over Josh’s face. “Already?”

The bigger jock kissed him. “I want to see it happen so bad.”

“You’re incredible.” Josh unfolded himself and pulled his mom back down onto the mattress. His prick, erect and red where her boyfriend had been teasing his glans, rubbed over her smooth slit. The folds of her pussy were open and swelling for him. The friction of her clit hood against her son’s foreskin made for an incredibly erotic site. Taylor pulled off the bed, watching in astonishment and even reverence as Josh prepared to go back where he came from.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” Jason whispered. Standing next to the blonde, he idly teased his erection. “They’re so good together.”

Josh was holding Rachel’s arms down on each side of her head, dropping kisses all over her face while he frigged her. Almost any other man in that position would have plunged in and fucked the hell out of the lustful woman beneath him. But Josh chose to jerk her off with his cock instead. Taylor had never seen it done, not in porn, never read it on Nifty or Literotica. It wasn’t traditional. It looked hot, though. Everything Josh did was teaching him how to be a better lover.

She came, and then Josh entered his mom, sinking deeply into her well-lubed passage. Rachel let out a continuous groan, and when Josh bottomed out and his smooth groin ground against her clit, she came a second time. Their bodies flowed together. They clutched each other, embracing in a way that was far more loving than the perfunctory hugs most families exchanged.

Taylor realized his fingers were gently stroking Jason’s smooth hole, and occasionally reaching forward to toy with his balls. “So when did Rachel tell you that her son was also her lover?” He kept his voice low, his eyes on the wonderful sight in front of him.

“About two weeks after we started fucking,” Jason said. That smile of his was devastating. “I’d met him about a week before. She could escort gaziantep pornoları tell I was attracted to him and probably fantasizing about him. And honestly, if I’d met him on the beach, the chemistry would have had us in bed before the afternoon was over. I just didn’t know how this amazing woman would react to the idea that I wanted her athlete son to fuck my brains out. Ahhhh.” The teen’s fingers entered his hole. Two of them at once, without any straining.

“You’re lubed. Are you a bottom?”

“I’m mostly a bottom for guys.”

“And girls?”

“Mostly top. But Rachel fucks me all the time. It’s one of my favorite things about her.” Jason was beginning to drip from the treatment Taylor was giving his prostate, and spread his stance a bit to give the teen better access. “So one day she tied me up and edged me for hours, and gave me one of the most shattering orgasms of my life. Then she untied me and we cuddled. And when she had me all softened up like that, she popped the question.” The twunk shook his head in admiration. “She’s good. She’s a killer in court. I couldn’t say anything, but my erection against her hip told her everything. She rolled over and looked me in the eyes, and just asked if I would have done him if he hadn’t been her son. I had to say yes. She kissed me and told him he would be home in a few minutes, and she was going out to hook up with one of her friends that night.”

On the bed, Josh had straightened up and and was worshiping his mom’s foot, kissing her sole with the same passion he kissed her lips and her pussy. He decided to share it with her, and folded her back until she could suck her own toes while he licked her sole. Meanwhile, he never stopped his steady thrusting inside her. When he pulled his cock back and rubbed at just the right spot inside her, she came again, squirting this time. Josh was wet with her juices.

“I took him on that bed,” Jason breathed. “Right there. He begged me to take him first, and I couldn’t possibly say no. Because I was his mom’s lover and he felt that was appropriate. And that was also the first time I realized he could cum without touching himself.”

Cream dripped from Jason’s thick erection, tall and veined yet velvet-smooth. The combination of the memory, Taylor’s finger-banging, and the view had been too much for him. Josh and Rachel were lip-locked again. The two men standing watched Josh’s golden muscles spasm, watched him thrust deep and pump his load inside his mom, watched him grind on her and drive her to orgasm with him.

Taylor slid back onto the bed. Josh’s thrusts had ceased, but he and Rachel were still making out ardently. He took the runner by the hips and lifted him off his mom. When Josh realized Taylor was there, he rolled over eagerly, wanting to see the swimmer satisfy himself.

Crouching, Taylor spread Rachel’s legs, and licked up her perineum, catching a drop of her son’s cum on his tongue where it leaked from her pussy. He looked her in the eye and swallowed it. His tongue parted her folds, seeking more of the teenage juice. A little at a time, he worked his way into her, sucking and carefully probing. Eating boy and girl cum at the same time was the hottest thing he’d ever done.

I want a girlfriend I can eat other men’s loads out of, he thought to himself, and nearly came just from imagining it.

He licked up to Rachel’s clit and teased it with his tongue, easing two fingers inside her at the same time. Almost immediately, he touched her g-spot, and she gasped. The swimmer backed off on his oral efforts, slowing his pace. Sometimes he stopped licking her entirely and blew gently on her engorged clit instead. Sometimes he contented himself with flicking his tongue over it. All the while, his fingers never stopped working inside her. Rachel hung on the verge of orgasm, and Taylor kept her there until her labored breathing had a note of desperation in it.

With calculated intent, he went down on her again and kissed her clit sensuously. Rachel came hard, punching the mattress and trying to stifle a scream, but Taylor didn’t back off. He kept right on working her. Josh took that as his cue to start making out with his mom again, so that she could yell into his mouth. That always made him hot. His roommate gave her three more orgasms, each more intense than the last, then suddenly changed positions. Before Rachel knew what was happening, Taylor had his cock fully inside her and had turned her tonguing of Josh into a three-way kiss.

She was wet with her son’s seed and hot with lust around him. Josh pulled back and let them fuck. Jason cuddled up to him, enjoying the show. Rachel was a petite woman, and if Taylor wasn’t twice her weight, he was very, very close to it. He dominated her utterly simply by being there. Unlike most teen boys, though, he was gentle. Each stroke of his cock might be long, but they were slow. Rachel realized that Taylor understood how to cum hard and please his lovers at the same time: instead of pounding away, he carefully edged his cock inside them, building their joint lusts to a delayed explosion. Between the pressure of their bodies together and the way his glans throbbed inside her, she kept cumming. His hands were busy over her body; when he tweaked her nipples, he felt her clamp down on his shaft, screaming into his mouth. Now she was the one controlling the fuck. Her pussy felt too good on his dick. No matter how hard he tried to resist it, no matter how much he slowed his movements, he felt himself cumming. Without thrusting, he came so hard that both of them felt him squirt inside her.

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As I stood up in front of Tony, I said, “Remember how I got Tracy fucking you guys to get us out of debt? Well you’re in debt, you could be her pimp, and she could fuck for you!”

Tony’s statement was, “Are you serious? Me, her pimp!”

I reassured him that I was serious and that I know that he could get a lot of his friends as clients to fuck my wife. I reminded him about all the stories of his black buddies and how they love fucking white pussy.

I continued by says, “So Tony, here is your white pussy and one that does it all. Not just straight fucking, but she swallows, does anal, tit fucking, and even gangbangs. Tracy is a complete slut!”

Tony was wide eyed and with a smile from ear to ear.

After a few seconds of thinking he asked, “Are you sure about this? You would not mind me pimping her out to strange guys?

I answered back, “Whether she is fucked by my buddies or by other guys is no difference. The thing is she is built for fucking and very good at it!”

His next response was, “Hell ya!!! You bet I can!!! Once word gets out, there will be guys lined up around the block to fuck her!!”

Tracy just finished cleaning herself up and walked into the living room asking, “What’s l=all the commotion about?”

Tony and I looked at each other and without speaking; we both knew what each other was thinking. What we where both thinking was to fuck her again. I already had a raging hard on thinking about her being pimped and Tony as well. Not just that but, Tracy just came out with nothing on except for her heels and her bra with her tits hanging out. She too was looking to get some more cock looking like that and not bothering to get dressed.

I jokingly said to Tony, “Now see what I mean! She is not only hot and built to fuck, but she is also always ready to fuck and can take numerous rounds of cock!”

Tracy asked, “What’s up with that?”

I moved over from Tony to make room so that she could sit between us. As soon as she sat down, we both reached over and started playing with one of her tits each by pulling and tweaking her nipples. My wife in turn, started moaning right away.

“Well you know how I got you started fucking my buddies because of my kinky side and to get us out of debt?”

Tracy just nodded her head yes.

“Well since Tony is in debt, I came up with the idea that he can become your pimp until he gets back on his feet as well!”

Tracy angrily responded by looking back and forth between the two of us while stating, “What do you mean my pimp? I am not a whore!”

I reminded her that she was in effect since she started fucking for money and has been fucking my buddies every time for money these past two months. The only guy that she has been getting fucked for free was Tony himself just like tonight.

To my surprise, her answer was that she never thought of it that way since it was only a select group of guys that we both knew and that it was also to fulfill my kinky side of watching her fucking other guys.

I told her that it was only a select group of guys because we had to keep it on the hush hush. However with Tony, there is a whole other group of guys that do not know either of us that she could fuck for money. That she would get 75% of the fee and Tony the other 25% as your pimp. He sets up the clients and you would fuck them.

Tracy was trying very hard not to moan but could not stop. I think, she was also getting excited by the idea. The next set of words out of her mouth was, “Are you serious? You want me to get fucked by Tony’s friends and other strange guys as his whore? You know this would probably be dozens of different guys that would be fucking your wife.”

I knew that at this point the idea was starting to get into her mind all I needed to do was close the deal. I then moved my other hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. Tony did the same by sticking two if not three fingers into her pussy.

I told her that I would be always horny knowing that she was being fucked by strange men as a whore, and that I she would also love the variety of strange cock. That as I have always said, “you are built for fucking and that no one was being hurt by this. The guys would certainly enjoy fucking you, I would enjoy it, Tony would be getting out of debt, and she would also enjoy the strange cock.”

The only thing that Tracy could do at this point was moan. With both of us playing with her tits and pussy, she had no hope of saying no. She had her eyes now closed for a time, and with the shine of pussy juice on Tony’s fingers, she would be coming very soon.

All of a sudden, down the hall, the front door opened with his two roommates coming home early.

I told Tony to ask them how their pussy hunting, as they call it, went and stall for some time. I quickly stood up and pulled Tracy into Tony’s bedroom still naked.

Let me give you some info about his two roommates at this point. They have never met my wife. One guy is black eskort gaziantep and the other is white and from seeing them around the apartment several times and other sporting events< I knew that both of the guys were well equip, as well if not better equipped then Tony and I. The biggest dick that Tracy had been fucked with was one of my buddies, which was about 10 inches. The one thing that I was a little worried about was what Dwayne, the black guy, was packing in his pants. Every time that I have a glance, it liked like an elephant trunk. I told Tracy to stay in the room until I came back. She looked at me and said, ” Ya right! Where am I going to go butt naked like this? I need you to bring me my clothes so that I can get dressed.” I smiled at her and said, “If I plan this right, you will not be needing your clothes for a few more hours.” When I got back into the living room, the guys were harping on Tony about the rent again. Tony just looked at me wondering what to say. I looked at Bill, the other roommate, and Dwayne, and said, “Guys, have I got a deal for you! Have a seat and listen.” I told them that I had a friend that like Tony needed to make some quick cash and she was of course willing to fuck for it. Thinking of Tony and her, I had set up a meeting for the 2 of us to fuck her for five hundred bucks. That she was actually here now, and that Tony and I were just about to go and fuck the bitch ourselves. If you guys would like, the two of you could go and fuck the bitch in our place right now for the same five hundred bucks off of the rent money that Tony was owing. I knew they would go for it since they were both horny as hell and in effect it wasn’t costing them anything since Tony could not pay them the money. Not until he had pimped out my wife several times and that was going to take some time. The guys did not believe me, so I said, “If I go into Tony’s bedroom and come out with a hot, big titted chick, that sucks, fucks, and does anal, do we have a deal?” They both said yes at the same time. When I walked into the bedroom, there was my wife playing with her clit trying to get off from the job that Tony and I had started. She asked, “So how am I getting out of here?” I sat down and took over for her and said, “There’s no time like the present to get started. The two of them agreed to fuck you for five hundred bucks towards the money Tony is owing tonight. So therefore, come with me and I will introduce you to your first two clients!” I just stood up, grabbed her by the arm, and brought her out into the living room butt naked with her jaw wide open before she able to say a word. Both of the guys stood up and I sort of tossed Tracy between the two of them and told them to have a good feel. They did just that. Each cupping a tit and grabbing her ass and then asking again, “is this for real? Are you sure about this?” I said, “Guys, she’s all yours for the next couple of hours just don’t damage the goods. Use her as you like but don’t hurt her in anyway. Other then that, you can fuck the shit out of her, she likes it like that.” In a flash, they whisked her off to Dwayne’s bedroom while stripping on the way there. My wife looked back at me and I just gave her the thumbs up. I also shouted out to the guys to leave the door open and that we would from time to time come and have a look to make sure everything was fine. The guys were more then willing to be loud in their fuck session. Within a couple of minutes if that, Tony and I could hear them saying things like, “dame she has big tits and can’t wait to fuck those tits. That’s a good girl, suck my cock bitch! And dame I am going to fuck the bitch’s ass hard with my cock after she first sucks me off!” This went on and on as Tony and I just sat quietly listening and drinking our beers. Soon we heard Bill cry out, “Dame she’s tight!” We both knew that the two of them was now fucking her for the first time of the night. Dwayne said out loud, “I wonder what she would say if she could talk, but having her mouth full of my cock I guess she can not say much. I will thou have her crying when I stick this cock of mine into the pussy. It will never be the same once I am through with this whore. Bill loosen her up buddy, I am going to go balls deep with this bitch all night long!” At this point, both of us just had to go and have a look. Tracy was on her back with Bill plowing his good-sized cock in and out of her pussy like a madman. Dwayne was kneeling by Tracy’s head and feeding his cock to her mouth. Dwayne was at the top of her head with his monster cock reach the length of her face and bent over into her mouth. He was yet fully hard, more like semi hard. What shocked both of us was that his dick was not just long and as thick as my wrist already at this point, but the head of his cock was like a giant mushroom. Huge to say the least and Tracy could not even get it in her mouth as much as both Dwayne gaziantep eskort bayan and she tried. Dwayne was using his hands to try and stretch her mouth, and still his cock could not get into her mouth. When I looked at Tony, he immediately said, ” I swore I never knew he had a cock that big!” If, or more like when he started fucking her, it would be more like being fisted with that huge mushroom tipped cock of his. There was no way that she would be able to take it balls deep as he said. We both knew to stick around in case she needed him to stop at any time.

In the meantime, Bill was hammering away at her pussy with his cock while grabbing and pulling on her tits. Dwayne just kept on taking to Bill and telling him to fuck the shit out of the bitch. Dwayne stated, “loosen her up and oil her up buddy. I think you might have to fuck her twice before I have a go at the bitch!”

Bill shot back, “no problem buddy! I am going to oil her up right now!” Just then he thrust all his cock into her pussy and started unloading his cum into my wife’s pussy. This was what they meant by oiling her up. At this point it hit me about using a rubber and how could we have forgotten about using one. Well, it was too late now, and besides, I don’t think there was one made big enough for Dwayne’s cock.

About a minute or so later, Bill came back down to earth and looking at Dwayne said, “buddy she is the best pussy that I have ever had. Its a shame that her pussy is going to be destroyed once you fuck her!” They both laughed out loud as Bill rolled off. As the last of Bill’s cock came out of Tracy, we all heard a pop sound coming from her pussy. I just looked at their surprised faces and said, “I told you guys that she was tight and knew at this!”

Dwayne that got her up off the bed and onto her feet, leading her over to a nearby chair as he sat down by grabbing her hair and pulling her with him. He then told her to keep licking his cock and suck on his balls since she could not get it into her little mouth. He never did let go of her hair and would guide her mouth to the parts that he wanted her to work over.

Bill got up and came over to us as Tony gave him a beer. He had a smile from ear to ear and he was all sweaty from the fucking that he just finished giving my wife. He commented that the bitch was super hot and that his dick was still mostly hard even after fucking the bitch. That he was going to love fucking her again and that this time, he would last even longer then the first round of fucking.

The three of us just turned and watch Dwayne having my wife work over his cock for the next five minutes or so while we drank our beers.

Bill then walked over to m wife and slapped her hard on the ass causing her to let out a little scream. He then bent over and spread her ass cheeks to have a look at her ass hole and pussy. He started laughing once he, and even us from a distance away, could see cum running out of her cunt and down both sides of her legs.

Bill, laughing said, ” I knew that was the biggest load of cum that I ever shot and it could not have been into a better cunt then this one!” He then, pointing to his cock and then her pussy, asked Dwayne “buddy do you mind if I fuck the bitch again?”

Dwayne said, “not at all, I love the way this bitch is sucking on my balls and cock!”

Bill got right behind her as Dwayne tightened is grip on the head, and then just slammed his whole cock into her cunt. Tracy tried to scream out but Dwayne buried her face into his crotch.

Bill, the first ten or so strokes, would pull his cock out slowly and then slam it into her hole. As she would moan, the guys would just laugh even more.

Dwayne then said to his buddy to have fun with the bitch that he was going to have a beer and lube up his dick for his turn.

Bill had Tracy on all fours, grabbed each of her arms pulling them back, and slamming his cock in and out of her pussy like a mad man. The way that he was holding her, as I also would, made sure that she could not move away and it pushed her tits out more as she was fucked. I myself love watching her tits bouncing around and flopping back and forth while getting fucked. I often fucked her in the same way with a mirror in front just so I got a better view of her tits.

Dwayne watched and drank his beer with Tony and I as we watched. Dwayne then went into the bathroom and came out with a big chunk of Vaseline in his hand and started rubbing it all over his dick. His cock was so big and think, that it just huge facing down. He would stroke it now and again just to keep it rock hard. He then shouted out to his buddy Bill, “How much longer buddy? I am all oiled up and ready for me turn!”

Bill just lasted seconds longer since he had been pounding her ruthlessly for the past ten minutes or more. Again, he went balls deep on the last stroke into her pussy and started dumping another load of cum into her. When he was finished, he let go of gaziantep eskort her arms, and he just fell back onto the floor while my wife fell forward onto the floor. Neither one moved.

Dwayne soon walked over to Tracy, again grabbing her by the hair, and said, ” get up bitch, you are going to need some cushion for the fucking that you are about to get!” He got her up and over to the bed again telling her to get into the doggy position. He pulled her right to the edge of the bed and placed a couple of pillows under her stomach. He then spread her legs wider thus opening up her pussy more. Again she was leaking Bills cum out of her pussy.

Dwayne then placed his dick along the length of her ass crack and asked us, “what do you think guys? Do you think she will be able to take it all? No bitch has ever been able!”

He then told Tracy to reach back and spread her ass cheeks and to get ready for the fuck of her life. He told her that he was going to be gentle with her in the beginning and if she was a good girl he would not be to rough with her. She did as she was told as he started trying to get that huge mushroom cock head of his into her well used and lubed pussy of hers.

All three of us guys stepped up close to get a view of his event. No of us had ever seen Dwayne fuck a chick nor had we ever since a porno in which a chick took such a huge cock as my wife was about to take.

Her pussy just would not open enough for him to get his cock into her the first few pumps that he tried. So Dwayne then took two fingers from each hand and inserted them into her pussy and then pulled her pussy open. Tracy had her face buried into the bed sheets as she held her ass cheeks open and Dwayne was attempting to get his cock into her. I thought for sure that Tracy was going to tell him to stop, but she did not. He pulled her pussy apart and pulled his fingers out as he got more and more of the cock head into her hole. Finally, his fingers popped out, and his cock head popped into her hole. Tracy let go of her ass cheeks and grabbed the sheets of the bed as she let out a long and loud groan. This was only with the cock head in her. There was still a good 11 or 12 inches of cock meat to get into her pussy.

Dwayne then grabbed each side of her hips and while smiling and laughing said, “this is the fun part guy’s getting the rest into the bitch’s hole!”

He then started pushing his cock into her hole and every time, about a quarter to half an inch would sink into her pussy. Tracy would let out what would seem like a scream every time. We all knew that her insides where being stretched like never before. At one point< Tracy looked back at me and I could see tears in her eyes. She also gave me the look of not wanting to stop. I was amazed myself by all the events that were unfolding. After about five minutes of Dwayne pulling his cock out and back in further into her pussy he stated, “okay guys, this is the most any bitch ever took, now I am going to put the rest of it into her! It looked as if a baseball bat was in her pussy and was about too ripe it open. Two more thrusts, Tracy started shaking and moaning out loud. She was coming herself just from the stretching of her pussy from the monster cock. Once she came back down, Dwayne started right back at working the entire length of his cock into her. He now had a mean look on his face as if there was no way that he was not going to stick it all into her. Two or three minutes more, he announced that he had hit bottom for the first time in his life. He could not believe the feeling of having his whole dick into her pussy. He then pulled out about an inch of his cock and pushed it back into her. Tracy lifted her head and arched her back letting out a long and loud moan. Dwayne then did this again 4 quick times and then he started unloading his cum into her pussy. When he came back down to earth, he looked at us and said, “the fucking bitch made me cum. I have never had a bitch make me cum that fast. She is one hell of a bitch! I am going to fuck this bitch over and over again! I have never come across a pussy like this in my life!” He then started pulling about an inch of cock out and back into her hole. Over and over again, each time pulling out more and thrusting it back into her pussy harder and faster. Within a minute or so, Tracy came again. He never stopped. Just laughed out loud and drove his cock in and out of her pussy more and more, faster and faster. Dwayne was quickly up to the point in which he would pull about 8 inches of cock out of her pussy and then slam it back in. Tracy had a third orgasm and just seemed to pass out as Dwayne just kept picking up the pace. Bill who was sitting down and watching from the side, announced that you could see her stomach swell each time he drove his dick into her. Tony and I both looked over, and yes, you could see her uterus and stomach swell as he drove his dick into her. A few minutes later, Dwayne arched his back and thrust forward driving as much cock into the as he could and started pumping a second load into her pussy. Dwayne after stepped back and fell onto the floor. Tracy just lay there not moving with her legs spread wide. We all noticed that that was not the only thing spread wide. Her pussy was just gapping open with cum flowing out of her pussy and dripping onto the floor below.

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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.

*****

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.

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“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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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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