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The following is a true story that just happened to me some time ago…

I sometimes get bored and tired when my woman turns me down for some basic loving. ESPECIALLY when it comes down to getting’ some head. Sometimes, I prefer that over getting in the pussy…ANYWAYS, here is my story.

So this one Saturday was a VERY lazy day; me and woman went out on Friday night and I had a few drinks (no lovin’ though) and I didn’t get out of bed until about 11AM. Oh well, I’m thinkin’- my woman’s at work until 5PM and I don’t have anything (or anyone) to do.

So around, 3PM, I finally motivate and get my ass out of the house. I go to the chicken shack, order some wings and fries for dinner and call mama bear to be ready to eat when I get there. She says to get something to drink with the food. Now, this is where the WOW begins…

So I get to the liquor store, open the door and notice this lady scooping down picking up some shit that fell out of her purse, I mean her ass was all in my path toward my Remy; any REDBLOODED dick slayer would have noticed her. At the same time, I also notice that she’s on her cell and has about 6 grocery bags full of various shit; apparently talking to someone to come and take her home.

Being the gentleman that I am, I help her pick up her shit and off handedly say to her “By the way, shawty, if he can’t come for you, I’ll gladly offer to take you home.” She smiles at me and continues talking on the phone, so I went to do my liquor shopping. I end up buying a fifth of Remy VSOP, a quart of Bacardi Limon and some OJ, Pineapple and cranberry juice (I planned on getting mama twisted and then see what positions I could get her into).

As I’m walking out, I noticed shawty is STILL waiting for a ride. She looks at me and says “were you serious about giving me a ride? I live about 5 minutes away from here but I don’t feel like walking-it’s too damn cold out there.” Again, I’m a gentleman, so I say to her, “I don’t know, you look a little suspect to me. Imma have to keep my eye on you shawty. You might try somethin’ and then imma have to retaliate.” All the while, smiling escort çekmeköy at her with my devilish grin. She says back “I bet you will. I bet you will” and we commence to walking to my ride.

As we’re walking, we make small talk, and find out she’s single, has a kid who is not home until TOMORROW night, and that she has some GofG-Gift of Gab. She’s real cool and like she said, she was only about 7 minutes from where the liquor store was. Now, I’m the kind of guy that let’s game come to me-I spell out what I want, talk my shit and then let a chick decide the next move. Like I said earlier-I have mama bear at home waiting to get twisted and possibly perform some tricks for me!

So, we get to her apartment building, she says without hesitation-“hey, can you help me with my bags? I live on the first floor, apartment 105. I would like to reward your kindness somehow.” So, of course, I said “okay, but to be honest,your conversation has been payment enough.” Now mind you, from the first peep of shawty up to this point, I’m taking note that she’s a little shorter and thicker than I like (about 5’1″ and over 200 pounds) but her face, lips and her demeanor were giving me a MAD hard-on!

I was glad I had on jeans and not my normal slacks and shirt. So I figured, if she’s half as game as I think she is, I might just get my dick sucked-and I could REALLY use a sloppy blowjob. So she grins her own devilish grin and says, “Come on. It will be well worth your time.” And we commence to going to her apartment building. Like she said, she’s in apt 105, so it’s a short walk. Once we get to her spot, I say to myself ‘what the fuck, the worse she could say is NO, so why not go for it.’

So I say to her-“when did you say your daughter would be returning home”

“Tomorrow sometime. Until then, imma be all by myself.” And she pouts and licks her luscious lips.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. What about your man?”

“What man? I haven’t been with anyone for quite some time. I told you I was lonely.”

At that statement, I say to myself ‘OKAY, escort içerenköy here it comes’

And she says, “When will your woman be looking for you to come home? I would REALLY like to thank you for giving me a ride home. But I don’t have any money but I can think of other ways to say ‘thank you'”

“Oh, yeah? How would you do that?” and then I pull her to me, and help her take off her coat and gloves. And I coax her hand to my crouch.

She smiles, looks up at me, still rubbing my dick and says “You really are very direct, aren’t you? Now what should I do with this ‘thing’?”

I say, “Whatever you want, but those lips look awfully soft.”

“Oh, yeah, they do, hunh” and she pulls down my zipper and pulls out my dick and starts jacking him. At this point, I’m in hog heaven ’cause I KNOW that the only thing between me and a blow job from this chick is only her saying STOP-STOP means STOP in my book and if she said it, I woulda zipped up, apologized for being so forward and left. BUT-she kept jacking and says to me, “uh, hunh. Yeah. We have to do something about this right here. He looks like he needs some attention.”

She lets him go and says, “You wanna see what my bedroom looks like?” and starts walking to the back of her apartment. I, of course follow her shucking off my cap and leather coat leaving it in a chair in the hallway.

So we get to her bedroom, she shucks her sweater and bra and is now topless showing off the HUGEST titties I’ve ever seen. They have to be 48DD’s! Now, at this point, she says “Do you have any condoms? I REALLY wanna suck this dick but I need a condom,” and she commences to pulling on him again.

“Look here, I didn’t expect this to happen so; I don’t have any Trojans on me so she looks in her drawer-NO CONDOM! DAMN, I’m thinking, oh well. Maybe next time. But she says “Look, man. I have a kid and I kiss her all the time. Are you clean? I mean, really. It’s been SO long since I saw a dick, I REALLY want to suck yours.”

“Yeah, I’m clean. I don’t do this on the regular and I haven’t been escort çakmak doing anything” so with this said, she looks at me quizzically, and says for me to follow her into the bathroom where she hands me a clean towel and some soap. I get the picture and scrub his head and shaft real clean and then rinse off-I don’t want her to taste nothing but prime A-Class D-I-C-K.

After I wash and rinse, she indicates for me to sit on the side of her bed. Now it’s time for me to talk some shit-“So just how good is your head game, shawty? I like someone who knows how to work a dick. Is that you?”

In response, she straddles my thighs, pulls my pants all the way down to my ankles and then says “You might wanna take these all the way off. Once I get started, I REALLY get kinda lost in my work” so I take them all the way off (there would be NO explaining why the front of my jeans are so fuckin’ wet) and then get back on her bed. She straddles my thighs again and then repositions herself right in between my legs-I could tell this chick knew her way around a dick-and I was right.

She sucked my dick every way from Sunday to Saturday. I got a hum job, a ball licking, and for about a minute there, she was licking my ass-I had to stop her or else I was gonna start whimpering. Anyway, she was doing a FINE job, and after about 10 minutes of looking at her look up at me and then dive back down to sucking my dick, I told her I was about to bust a nut.

She just looked at me with her big ol eyes, smiled and kept sucking and humming-she was DEFINITELY a Master Degree earning Dick Sucker and I could tell she wanted to taste this nut. I grabbed her hair in my hand, started using her mouth like it was a pussy and pumped away and then “UNNNGGHHH!!” I drained my nuts in her mouth, on her cheek, in her hair and in her eyes. AND SHE KEPT SUCKING! MAN, what a fuckin’ find she was! My thighs and stomach were coated with my nut and her slobber and I was in HEAVEN! WHEW!

After about 3 minutes, in which time she was cleaning up the mess she made and licked my balls, thighs and stomach clean, I decided she was through. All I wanted to do was take a nap but I knew I had to get my ass outta there or mama bear would start blowing up my cell phone asking me where in the hell I was.

So eventually, I got her number and bounced with the promise that we would finish part two (fuckin’) later on that week. That, my friends is another story!!

What a Weekend!!

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter 7

Fyr grunted, face pressed into the pillow she’d hugged to her chest and neck. Her crimson scales dripped with sweat and she groaned, muffling her sounds of pleasure the best she could, although there was no denying the joy the thick, draconian-cock dildo brought her. The strap-on hadn’t been one she’d bought, the harness too fine and far beyond her pay check, and, in all honesty, she would have wanted to see how it was to use one on a male rather than take the shaft herself, if anyone had asked her before after a few glasses of wine. It might even have been fun the other way around. After all, in a marriage, wasn’t that what a husband and wife was supposed to do — experiment? She simply hadn’t expected to be the one pinned down and filled with its delicious, ridged length, each thrust grinding over her clit in a way that made her eyes roll back into her head.

The shaft struck a particularly sensitive spot inside her, teasing over the cluster of nerves within her hot, clenching passage, and she yelped, pushing her tail up further over her back. Her short claws ripped through the pillowcase, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Behind her, the divine being giving her such pleasure chuckled warmly and ran her fingertips up the dragoness’ spine. Against herself, Fyr shivered and pushed into the touch, craving more, always more.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Her mother cooed, fingers curling around her shoulder. “Am I going too hard for you?”

Shaking her head, Fyr trembled and tried not to think of just who was fucking her. Her mother… Her own mother. As if there would be any other kind of mother for her — well, certainly not a mother in law, considering Ropes’ ancestry — but the blue dragoness had well and truly taken on a new role in her daughter’s life. Who could ever have known that telling her mother about one crazy dream where she and her husband, Ropes, were fucking could have escalated to such wonderful heights?

It was different, it was new and it was always, always a challenge. Even taken the shaft — it was as if Sasha was intent on seeing just how much she could take before she snapped and growling, her rough she could be with her own daughter. What she had not yet learned was that her daughter lusted after it more than she’d even let on to her husband. She’d even taken things well when it had been revealed that Sasha was pregnant, although one could only discern the slight swell to her stomach if they really squinted and even that could have been a trick of the light. Moaning, she arched back into each and every thrust, tension building in her loins as if a cord was being wound tighter and tighter.

Yes… It was worth it for the moments like those. The dragoness tipped her muzzle down, snorting into the pillow as her lusts rose. It wasn’t conventional, but it was impossible to hide or conceal just how aroused the relationship made her. Watching Ropes fuck her mother… She shuddered, though Sasha put it down to her thrusts and gripped her tighter, claws digging in as she sped up, hips slapping her daughter’s buttocks. Fyr moaned. Oh, yes, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, better than any other sex too. And Fyr found she didn’t mind being reminded of her new place in the family. As long as she was reminded often, that was, and she wasn’t above stepping out of line to get the discipline that made her so wet between the legs.

“Again?”

The dragoness stiffened, but there was nothing she could do in her position to stop her husband from seeing her in all her naked, happily abused glory on the bed. Groaning, she pushed her muzzle beneath the pillow, cheeks heating up as a familiar paw trailed across her buttocks.

“Back off now,” Sasha admonished and suddenly that warm paw was gone. “She’s my treat right now. You can have your turn when I’m good and done, sugar.”

Ropes growled and Fyr could almost imagine just how his hackles looked, raised on the back of his neck, as his tentacles twisted into one another like a nest of snakes.

“I don’t take sloppy seconds.”

“I won’t be the one cumming in her now, will I, kitty?” Sasha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Be good and wait your turn.”

Fyr trembled with a suppressed giggle, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth. Yeah, like that was going to happen!

The mattress bowed as the cougar clambered up, lacking a shocking amount of feline grace, and Sasha moaned as he pressed up to her.

“Ohhh…”

Fyr didn’t have to turn her head, pulling it from under the pillow, to see what was happening, but she did so anyway. It was one of the perks of being a voyeur. kırklareli escort Her husband’s brown fur pressed into her mother’s scales as he pushed over her, a low purr rolling from his lips. His pale white eyes locked with Fyr’s as his cock sank in, a lewd squelch of juices demonstrating very viscerally just how wet the dragoness was.

Lips parted, Sasha groaned like a virgin getting fucked for the first time and trembled between the husband and wife, thrusts pausing for a moment as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Fyr suspected that that particular strap-on had been purchased with the intent of the dragoness wearing it at the time getting some certain fun herself.

“Fuck me, stud.”

Ropes was only too eager to oblige. Arching his back, he wrapped Sasha in his tentacles and rocked forward, squeezing his glutes as he drove into her. The dragoness gasped, though had no time to regain her breath as the cougar bucked into her, claws pricking past her scales to dig deliciously into her hips as he covered her as only he was permitted to do.

Fyr couldn’t imagine her mother bending over for anyone else after seeing her in Ropes’ arms. And she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

She climaxed with a howl, pressing her muzzle into the pillow as her whole body quaked, beyond her control as it had been since the dominant pair had well and truly taken over her life. Fyr tried her best to muffle her shrieks of abject pleasure, but there was no hiding just how divine that faux cock felt inside her passage, each thrust and grind of the ridged length sending another wave of ecstasy rippling through her until she was but a mumbling, gibbering mess, tongue lolling as she collapsed to the mattress. Of course, her state didn’t stop Sasha from taking her pleasure, the dragoness groaning lustfully as she pounded her daughter’s cunny, the cougar hardly helping her to be gentle.

“Ah…” Her head rolled back as Ropes’ lips played across her shoulder, showing her the faintest hint of teeth and gentlest love-nip he could have possibly managed. “That’s it, Ropes… Take me good and hard!”

Shuddering, she made no complaint as his claws dug even more fiercely into her hips and the cougar wrapped his tentacles around her waist, dragging her back onto his uncut shaft with each and every sharp, driving thrust. The tip of his cock rammed up to her cervix as she moaned, stilling with the dildo buried in Fyr to the hilt with only the roll of Ropes’ body to grind it even deeper, setting off sparks behind the dragoness’ lowered eyelids. Helpless to do anything but wait patiently while they made use of her, her inner thighs soaked with her own feminine juices, Fyr moaned. It wasn’t as if it was a bad place to be, by any means.

A horny cougar could not last long with such an erotic sight before him, however, Sasha moaning like a whore as Fyr whimpered and pleadingly caught his eyes. What she was pleading for, he’d never know as Ropes suddenly slammed in with a savage growl, ears pinned back as he spent his seed. Sasha licked her lips in time for another moan to pass then, eyes closed as she arched her back and curled her tail around as much of the cougar’s waist as she could manage, the tip hanging freely.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “Now don’t forget about me, my sweet, stud kitty. You wouldn’t leave a lady wanting now, would you?”

Grunting through climax, Ropes’ whiskers quivered.

“Ah… I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind helping you out with that little problem,” he growled, his voice low and thick. “She does have an exceptionally talented tongue.”

Cum drooled out around his thick shaft as Sasha wriggled, jostling the dildo within the avidly listening Fyr. It only took a snap of her mother’s fingers and a pointed look before she was squirming, wincing as she awkwardly dragged herself up and off the dildo. Moving slowly, she couldn’t help but gasp as the tip popped out of her, leaving the toy crudely gleaming with her arousal, impossible to hide. She blushed hard and quickly spun around, tail thwacking the headboard and set about getting her fingers underneath the straps of the harness, quickly and skillfully working the buckles loose. After all, it wasn’t as if she’d never taken it off her mother to please her with her tongue before.

And when the dragoness’ pussy was revealed in all its flushed, glistening glory, Fyr’s heart leapt into her throat. She didn’t pause, just leaned in and ran her tongue along her puffy sex to a chorus of moans.

“Oh…”

Ropes’ cock softened within her and Fyr eagerly lapped up the stream of cum as he pulled out, semen splattering lightly onto the bed. She would have languished in cleaning off his cock, but her mouth shoved her pussy into her daughter’s face, effectively commanding her attention above all else. Grunting softly, Fyr lapped and pushed her tongue into her, murring at how the dragoness’ pussy clenched and rippled wantonly around her tongue. afyon escort She shivered. She felt as if the cougar had dumped more than one load into her, if not several, but her husband seemed to be especially virile of late.

Losing herself in the giving of pleasure, Fyr swirled her tongue around the dragoness’ clit and pressed down harder with her moans. It didn’t take long for Ropes to feel up to the challenge of joining in once again and Fyr did not complain when his hard cock once again pushed past her tongue into the dragoness’ sweet treasure. Bucking and groaning, Sasha clenched her jaw and spread her wings, the membranes quivering like the frailest of spider webs between the finger-like spines. And Fyr chose that moment to bear down, wrapping her lips warmly around her clit and sucking it into her mouth.

As if electrified, the dragoness contorted and bucked and cried out, head rolling back as orgasm devoured her like a flame to kindling. She twisted and moaned and there was nothing she could do to stop the wildfire as it carried her on. Emboldened, Fyr dug her fingers into her thighs, the softer scales giving to her grip, and lashed her clit as the cougar thrust and ground, panting and yowling like a feral feline as he spurred the dragoness on into the explosive climax that they’d all known she would make her own from the very start.

Her howl may have contained words, but they were none that Ropes or Fyr could discern as Sasha clawed at the bed, breasts heaving in great, needy gasps. Yet there was no way for her to drag enough air into her lungs as orgasm hurled her about like a rag doll, a toy for its own amusement, as shockwave after shockwave of electric pleasure coursed through her nervous system. Bearing down, Fyr purred against her clit, letting the gentle vibrations travel down her long tongue and ever so gently stimulate the throbbing, pulsing nub through which she delivered her mother to such wonderful heights of pleasure. The dragoness’ thighs pressed in around her muzzle and head, Fyr’s nose squashed into her scales, but she couldn’t have thought of anywhere else she’d have rather been — as the cuckold wife.

Ropes’ paw latched onto the back of her head, claws catching one of her frills, and the dragoness grunted, yet did not stop. After all, she hadn’t been told to stop or pushed away. It was sometimes debatable which method Sasha preferred, but it was only when she had that clear, sharp signal to move that her daughter would stop pleasing her as only she could. The cougar had no such rules to follow and grunted as he slammed in, uncaring for how long he lasted while Sasha quaked beneath him, seeming only to be held up by the strength of the two bodies adoring her.

Eventually, however, she became too sensitive and the palm of her paw shoved ungracefully into the side of Fyr’s muzzle, telling her quite clearly that her job was good and done. Hardly one to complain — her jaw, after all, was a little sore — Fyr licked her lips and wriggled back, panting softly as she rolled onto her back and took stock of the situation, head spinning. Her mother’s pussy stretched around Ropes’ thick shaft and Fyr watched avidly as the skin on his cock tugged back and forth, a drool of cum and feminine arousal gleaming at the exposed base of his uncut length. Against herself, the dragoness moaned.

She was ignored. As Sasha gasped and regained her sense of self, Ropes snarled and slammed in deep, yowling as he spilled his seed and gave her, at the very least, her second load of the day. Biting her lip, Fyr leaned in, but did not quite dare play her tongue around the base of his shaft where their bodies joined, balls churning as he ejaculated with fervour, the cougar’s chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon. In all honesty, he wasn’t in much better shape after such a steamy session than the dragoness he took such great joy in breeding. And the evidence of that lay in the dragonet growing in Sasha’s belly.

Quietly, Fyr left them to it, turning on the shower for the couple to take their leave of the bedroom and perhaps join her for dinner, if they chose to eat what she made for them. Ropes had rolled his eyes more than once at whatever meal she’d come up with, but, where he would have before sat down with only a grumble, he was easily swayed by Sasha’s lure of a dinner out. And then Fyr was left with a cold dinner that she had only wanted to eat with company while the lovers enjoyed better company than she. Yet it was the notion of just what they were getting up to that kept her warm on the sofa at night while the guest room was being turned into a nursery, a paw between her legs and a smile on her lips.

It wasn’t her place to question what they were doing, after all. Not on that side. She still, of course, had her position in the household to keep on top of and, sometimes, that required a little bit of a louder voice than she was used to.

She busied herself with dinner, humming a tune to amasya escort herself as she prepared the meat for the rice dish, something new and daring that she hoped would come together in just the right way. That was always the risk with a new recipe, just like a new relationship, as one could never tell if they would do quite the right thing at quite the right moment for all to blossom fruitfully in the way one imagined.

Her mother and Ropes moseyed their way down into the living room while she bustled and went through her usual routine, the dragoness only pausing to pour a glass of wine for her mother. Ropes would have whatever he wanted and never seemed to know when she asked, yet he didn’t mind sourcing his own drink either, so she did not worry about not being able to place an appropriate beverage in his paw. Her mother, however, had a growing penchant for finery and was certainly more easily pleased.

Popping the glass on the coffee table, Fyr bobbed her muzzle and smiled, ensuring a coaster was below the circular base. Sasha sighed softly and leaned back into the plush sofa, the curtains already drawn against the street outside, a garden setting the front of the house back from everyday life. Although she didn’t interact with her neighbours much, Fyr supposed she would have to sooner or later if she wanted to get the ranch set up for their new life. That was a trial in itself, however, with so much going on.

Her mother eyed her as she retreated, her words curling around Fyr’s ear frills and down around her throat like a wrapping of silk.

“So, Fyr, how is the cleaning of the nursery coming along?” Her mother said conversationally, her feet up on the coffee table. “Did you get the paint we decided on too?”

Fyr eyed her and her rather comfortably placed bare hind paws, but made no verbal comment. The ‘we’ that her mother spoke of did not apply to the crimson dragoness and Ropes like it should have done.

“It’s…” She licked her lips, moistening a suddenly very dry mouth. “It’s coming on well enough. I’m not sure if it’s going to be too small though.”

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Sasha waved her paw dismissively.

“You two lovebirds are due an extension on this place already — make some more room for yourselves.

“Maybe I’d have time to do that if Ropes lent a paw once in a while.”

The snap was out and past her lips before she could stop it and she clapped her paws over her mouth too late. Sasha’s eyes narrowed and she slowly swung her hind paws down from the coffee table, letting them thump onto the carpet with a final, foreboding air.

And yet… Fyr took a deep breath and clenched her fist. Hadn’t she yet learned her lesson about pushing back? Oh no… But it was true. She could get a lot more done if one or both of them helped her — just look at what a state the barn was in that she and Ropes were supposed to be fixing up! She doubted that the cougar had set paw in there since he’d last fucked her mother against the half-broken stable door that she still hadn’t found the time to fix and there wasn’t any good reason for that either.

Clearing her throat, Sasha stared her down.

“I’m waiting.”

Fyr bristled.

“For what, pray tell?”

“Your apology.”

Pressing her lips together so that she did not pant, dragging in short, sharp, anxious breaths, Fyr pressed her fingertips together before her breasts, letting them form a pointed triangle.

“Mother, it’s true. I am only one dragoness and I can’t do all of this by myself.” Gulping, she looked down at her hind paws, toes curling and flexing in her sneakers. “I can get the nursery done, more or less, but I want it to be wonderful for the little one… I want it to be the best nursery ever

“Well, you’re simply going to have to put in a few more extra hours then, aren’t you?”

The words came like a slap in the face and Fyr reeled, jaw dropping.

“You can’t be serious?” She gaped. “We’re really going through this again? Just what are you? You’re not my mother! My mother would never say anything like that!”

She didn’t expect the smirk that crossed Sasha’s lips like she didn’t expect the words that followed. And yet the scene before her seemed to move in slow motion, each movement her mother made dragged out and exacerbated so that every little detail shone in sharp clarity. Collecting her wine glass from the coffee table, Sasha gave a huge, heavy sigh, shaking her head slowly as she swirled the crimson fluid around the interior. Opening her mouth to speak, Fyr closed it again, the words she wanted to say drying up on the tip of her tongue as if they’d never actually existed.

“Oh, darling, I’m far more than just your mother now,” Sasha purred, fingering the stem of her wine glass before downing the last drops with a sigh of evident pleasure. “And it’s high time you learned that.”

She laughed mockingly and pointed a slender finger at her daughter’s chest. Fyr fought not to flinch away, digging her heels into the carpet, holding her ground with every ounce of strength she possessed.

“Or maybe you need another lesson.”

“There are no more lessons to be learned, mother,” Fyr murmured, her tone set. “Not by me. I know where I stand and I only have our best interests at heart. You should see that. Ropes should see that.”

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A lifetime ambition

David walked into the bar to meet his date. He was 28years old, tall about 6’2:, blonde with grey eyes and a very fit physique, weighing about 200lbs.

He had been waiting for this night for a number of years. Although they had known one another for many years, he hadn’t been courageous enough to ask her for a date before last week when they had accidentally run into each other.

Sara had been a young boy’s dream; and had turned out to be this man’s dream come true. She was about 25years old and stood about 5’6″, with ash blonde hair and green/grey eyes, depending on her mood. She had a perfect bust line, about

36C and slender build, with heart shaped hips and thighs.

As she walked into the bar, she got admiring looks from nearly all the men whowere seated there. She looked around and saw David, standing, waiting for her. As she walked up to him, his eyes roamed over her, fully appreciating the

lushness of her body, even though she was fully clothed.

David pulled out a stool and waited while she was seated. He asked her what she would like to drink.

Ä cold Chardonnay, please.”

They talked for the next 15 minutes or so, then the Maitre D’ informed David that their table was ready.

At dinner the conversation stayed on the same subjects that they had been discussing previously; that is, reminiscing about childhood history, and ïn what direction their lives had gone since the last time they had seen each other.

As it was getting late, David suggested that she come up to his suite for a nightcap before she went home. This was all that Sara had been waiting for. She so desperately wanted to be alone with him.

When they had entered his suite, David went to the large windows and pulled back the heavy drapes to let in the moonlight. He didn’t feel tuzla escort that any harsh overhead lights were necessary. He turned to find Sara just standing in the middle of the room.

She stood quite still in the centre of the room as he approached her and took her wrap and purse. She moved and tookhis offered hand, feeling the warmth and pressure of his fingers as he pulled her close. She entered his embrace willingly and slipped her arms over his shoulders.

Suddenly she was lost in the feel of his lips gently brushing hers. She felt the kiss at the corners of her mouth, on her cheeks and her closed eyelids. Sara bought her palms up to the sides of his head and became attuned to the

moulding of their bodies.

Ï can’t believe this is happening,” whispered David. That we are here together, alone.”

He stepped back to feast his eyes on the soft light shining on her and felt his heart pounding against his chest.

“Oh Sara,” he murmured.

Still holding one of her hands, he led her into the adjacent bedroom. He let her go and proceeded to open the drapes

to allow for the soft, natural light to enter the room.

She let go all of her previous hesitation and acknowledged the truth. This was her time and she was going to enjoy it.

He had already removed his jacket and tie and as she watched, he eased his shirt from the waistband of his pants.

David stopped in front of her and spoke softly to her. “Finish for me, my love.”

With trembling fingers she began on his shirt buttons, parting the shirt and exposing the contours of his chest and firm stomach. Her pulses quickened and she ran her hands over his body, her fingertips registering the soft body hair

and the hardness of his body.

She leaned forward and pendik escort kissed his bare chest. David gasped, fighting the urge to take her there and then to satisfy the torment of those hands and lips. He ached desperately, wanting to touch her.

He moved slowly, his hands started to undress her and finally he dropped the last of her clothing on the floor to join his.

They both felt light headed with the pressure of their bodies so close together. Her breast was pressed against his chest and the tingling as her nipples became rigid.

David picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bed. She was bathed in a pool of moonlight as she lay there. Her heart was racing as she watched him remove the remainder of his clothes, then he stood beside the bed looking down at her.

“You are so beautiful, Sara!” even more that I had imagined.”

He knelt at the bottom of the bed and gently took one of her feet in his hands and kissed it. He slowly worked his way up both of her legs, leaving tender kisses all over her as he progressed up her body. He purposely avoided the central area of her groin as he was saving that for later.

David lay beside her and propped himself on his elbow. “This is how I pictured you lying next to me, my love. Just like this….,in the moonlight.”

He then aimed his mouth to the juncture of her thighs. This is where he had wanted to be for so long. He licked and sucked the outer curves of that precious place. He then slipped his tongue and mouth around her labia lips and angled

his tongue to enable him to lick that sweet nubbin of flesh. Inserting his index finger inside that volcanic warmth -he massaged her to a screaming pitch; her hips writhing in time to his caresses.

“Kiss me David.” she whimpered.

He maltepe escort cupped her face with one hand and pressed his lips to her. When he moved closer she took hold of him. He groaned and drew away from her. “Love, I don’t think I can hold on much longer. I don’t want this to be rushed.”

“Male love to me, David! Make love to me….now…..please!”

He raised himself over her and thrust into her, feeling her warmth surrounding him as he penetrated that moist cavern of love. Her response was immediate. She encircled his body with her arms, loving the weight of him and the closeness

of their union.

“Sara, you feel so wonderful….so good. I don’t want to ever stop. Tell me what you want…..anything at all.”

She could hardly breathe as the undulations became harder and faster, carrying her to a fever pitch. She wrapped her legs around his hips and they soared together.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes. David was still collapsed on her. She didn’t care. His breathing was like music to her ears and created a feeling of oneness between them. She could feel the erratic beating of his heart.

“Sara, you are not only sexy, but dangerous as well.”

She basked in the euphoria of David’s loving. Her fingers still dallied in the fine hairs on his chest as she lay in his arms. He caressed her shoulders and back while she lay cuddled in his embrace. She now understood the word

‘magic’ that other women had spoken about.

Their lives would go on from here, but not alone. Why this hadn’t happened many years ago, neither of them knew. They just knew that what had just happened should have begun when they were both a lot younger. They would have known

a lot sooner that they were meant for each other and not just as Brother and Sister.

David and Sara eventually settled into a very close relationship. As both had been divorced and therefore had different names, it enabled them to get married quietly and live together in their new found love.

This has been a short romance between siblings. It could be continued but I will await your comments and feedback.

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The beep of the security alarm surprises me as I finish brushing my teeth. It’s Halloween and I am about to turn in from hours of handing out candy to the neighborhood broods. House sitting for my ex girlfriend. She is not supposed to be home for a couple days yet.

I grab a robe, a bat and head downstairs to check the house. Going down, I spy the shadow of a figure walking through the kitchen. Creeping around the corner, I see the back of a young woman I immediately recognize.

“What the fuck are you doing home?” I ask in a half irritated and half joking tone.

The abruptness of my speech makes Julie jump. She pivots around, hits me in the chest, and yells -” Jesus, don’t do that to me. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Scared the shit out of you? I was about to go to sleep when I heard someone sneaking into the house on Halloween night.”

“Sneak? It’s my fucking house, asshole.”

“Yes, I know. It’s the one I have been house sitting for you as a favor if you remember.”

“Yes, sorry for yelling. You just scared me. How’s it been?”

“Fine, nothing of note. I cleaned up a little since you left a mess.”

“Yeah, was running late for my flight and didn’t have time to clean up before I left. If you remember, I am a bit challenged with time management.”

I laugh and grin at her – “yes, I do recall something about that. What are you doing back early? I thought you were back on Wednesday?”

“Eh, I wasn’t having the best time so I took an early flight.”

“You could have texted and given me a heads up.”

“Why would I do that? I wanted to see what you how you were taking care of the place and besides I thought I might catch you fucking someone in my bed.”

“You wanted to catch me fucking someone? What you wanted to watch?”

“No, just wanted to see what you were up to while I was away. There’s not anyone in my bed right now, is there?”

“No, I appreciate the vote of confidence but all you might have caught be doing is jacking off alone.”

“Uh, no ladies in your life?”

“Nothing steady since you which is why it was pretty uncomplicated for me to housesit for you.”

“Oh come on jack, you gotta get out there.”

“Who says I’m not out there? Just haven’t found anything steady.”

“But you have found some tail then?”

“Occasionally.”

“Well, escort beykoz good,” she said leaning on my arm and looking up at me. “Can you help me with something else?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I got a late invite to this Halloween bash and need to pull together a costume really quick. Need your creative mind.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, party starts right now and goes till late. You wanna come too? I think I can bring someone.”

“No, I was about to go sleep when you came in; I have to work in the morning.”

“Ok, well come up with me.”

We both start toward the stairs. I flick the kitchen lights off and go up behind her.

I stare at her body the whole way. She was always gorgeous; petite, lovely, and the best curvy ass you could hope for. Her leggings are skin tight and leave little for the imagination. But then again, I don’t have to imagine. I just remember. It was 8 months ago that we broke it off but I can still remember every curve and contour of her body.

She leads me back the way I came and we go into her bedroom.

“Wow, you really did clean up in here. I hope I can find everything.”

She looks in her walk-in closet and starts talking about the party-

“So, this is some Halloween private party. I don’t know the hosts but Jenny sent me the invite. She said they want last year and stayed till 4am. She recommended something Halloween sexy.”

“Ah, Halloween sexy. The official uniform of young women for October 31st.”

“Shut up and help me figure something out.”

Julie has a lot of clothes so there were plenty of options.

“What about this” she said as she grabs a red jacket off the hanger, “I could go as red riding hood.”

“But it has to be sexy red riding hood” – I note as I looked through her dresses.

“I need a red dress with it but I don’t think I have something that will work.”

“You could try this”. I said pulling a hung up red shirt from a hanger. “I always liked this one on you.”

“Ohh, nice. That could work. Ok, go in the other room while I change in here.”

I go back in the bedroom and take a drink of water on the nightstand. The room is dim with the only light filtering in from the bathroom. I had left iTunes playing and a percussive beat teased in the background.

I escort sancaktepe wait on the edge of the bed and heard heels against the hardwoods.

Looking up, there was the fantasy that had held my attention these last 8 months and beyond.

Julie had belted the red shirt to convert it to a dress and looks down at me with a flirtatious question – “So what do you think?”

“What do I think?” – I stand up to get a better look. “I like the leather belt. It’s a nice touch.” I put my hands on the sides of the belt as if to admire how it was made. I move my hands slowly down from the belt to just touch the red shirt’s fabric as she turns – poking her ass towards me, asking – “Is it too short in the back? It is a shirt, you know.”

“Let me see,” I say as I pull my hand back and slap her covered ass.

She laughs – “What are you doing? You always did like my ass best.”

“Excuse me, but I liked the whole package. The ass is just too hard to keep my hands off.”

“Is that so?” She leans back into me, pushing her ass toward my cock. My hands are at her hips as she wriggles her body into me. I slide them down as she moves, getting to the skin of her thighs. With my hands on her skin, she intentionally dips and forces my hands to push up her dress, exposing her black lace thong.

I am dizzy with excitement. I grab her ass hard and squeeze as she pushes back into me, pulsing with the beats of the music. My cock leaps to attention in my boxers – my robe coming apart in the middle.

She grins and moves away from me. She puts both hands on the wall and bends over – moving from side to side in the most seductive dance I have ever seen. She looks back over her shoulder and whispers above the music – “What are you doing over there?”

I take two steps toward her undulating body – my cock fighting to get out. “That’s better…” she says brushing the front of my shorts, teasing me with her movements.

I grab her hips again from behind and begin moving with the music as well – “That’s it,” she whispers. From behind her, I move my hands so they slide down the front of her thighs. She dips again, forcing the dress up once more and exposing the front of her thong.

She reaches back with her arm and wraps it around my neck. With the music as my guide, escort bağdat caddesi I glide my hand between her legs and feel the warmth of her aroused sex. She is fire and water in one. I slide two fingers over the top of her and she gasps. Up and down with the music, my fingers twitching with anticipation. I slide them deep and grab all of her at once – she smiles, moaning loudly over the beats.

The softness, the heat of her overwhelms me. I turn her around, lead her to the bed and bend her over. I pull aside her thong and trace my fingers around her pussy – wanton and wet. She lays her head down, grabs her breasts, and pushes her ass further in the air. I know the request and oblige, plunging two fingers into her. Hard, quick movements – my hand now pulsing to the music – filling her, fucking her.

She is excitement and desire. She melts further into the bed; I move with her, making sure not to stop my movements. She pulls aside the shirt and pinches her hard nipple. She licks her fingers and circles it around – tracing her fingers over and over.

I suddenly feel her other hand near mine. Face still down, she rubs her clit as I continue to pump her with my fingers from behind. Her breath accelerates and then stops as I feel her body tighten with the first wave of climax. I know her body and what she is capable of – I speed up my movements – hard, fast force.

She screams as I do this and cries out, melting further into the bed. I keep moving with her and don’t stop fingering her – prolonging her climax as much as she wants. She shudders again and again. In the midnight hour, she cries “More, more, more.”

I cannot stop – her body is an addiction to me and I have been without it for too long.

As she finishes a second climax, I rotate her around and kneel on the bed, turning her ass sideways toward me. I undo the belt and free her from the red jacket and shirt. I grab her other breast as she continues to tease the first. My cock is swollen, red, and begging for relief. I enter her slowly and she cries out again as she pulses her other hand on her clit. I want to take it slow. I want to take it so slow. I want to savor every minute with her, every drop of sweat, every texture; I want the minutes to turn to hours. But in the midnight hour, she cries “More, more, more.” My movements quicken to satisfy her requests as I fuck her harder and harder. She raises her leg suddenly and screams, the hand from her breast gripping the sheets. She contorts as the pleasure washes over her again and again. I push harder and deeper into her; my own climax growing until it explodes into her writhing body. I collapse onto her and cover her in an embrace as she finishes her last orgasm.

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Conclusion and epilogue.

After Mike and Steve had their shower, and they dressed, this time in tee shirts and shorts, it was at last time to part. Steve drew a big envelope from his backpack, and handed it to Mike. “It’s a set of photos of me, and a some of me and Mark together. I have your addresses, and as soon as I have developed and printed the pix I shot back home, I’ll mail you copies.”

He and Mike embraced very warmly, and shared a deep kiss. He couldn’t resist running his right hand down the front of Mike’s shorts and grabbing his big fat penis. Squeezing it a little, he said, “Mike, I’ll never forget the times we shared together, and I feel that we’ll always be friends.” Turning to me, he said, “As for you, Mikey, I’ll be picking you up on American 2337 next Sunday night at Denver International.” Steve would be meeting me, taking me to Cheyenne and then to the family ranch, where I’d meet Mark; and two days later he’d drive me down to the dude ranch at Rand. I know we had great hopes and expectations of a hot, hot summer. How that summer turned out, and what it led to, is a story for another time.

Down in the parking area, Steve removed the towbar, and folded it and stowed it in the Boxster’s compact boot, along with bayburt escort his backpack. He had about 740 miles to cover to get back to Cheyenne; and two days later he’d pick up Mark at last, also down in Stapleton. Giving us each another embrace and another kiss, he got into the Porsche and pulled on his baseball cap, and with a final wave, pulled out of the lot and headed for the east-bound ramp of I-80.

I climbed up into the cab of the rental truck, and my uncle took the passenger side. We had about 480 miles to go before Mike’s ‘joyeuse reunion’ with his Allie, and in fact my reunion with Alice was only 8 hours away. Although we covered a lot of territory, going over everything that had happened in the last four days, which so profoundly reshaped my life, the principal topic of conversation was about Alice, and the kind of woman she was, and what to expect.

There was no doubt that Alice had meant everything she had said to Mike about there always being a place in their lives for me; but the exact shape of that place depended upon how the three of us worked out the details, and it would be a complex and subtle matter. Mike said that I shouldn’t expect to just jump into their bartın escort bed, but that that would come in time, provided I proved to her that in reality I had the character and the qualities of manhood that Mike had represented to her that I possessed, that I was one in whom she could vest every confidence and trust; and of course that I respected her and her position in Mike’s life.

It was late afternoon by the time we pulled into the driveway of Alice’s condo in Portolo Valley, near Palo Alto. What happened in the next four nights and days was truly interesting and absolutely remarkable, but an accounting of these events constitutes another story.

The day after we got there, there was a delivery to Alice from Gumps in San Francisco. It was 12-armed 2,000 piece antique Venetian chandelier. The engraved card said Stephen Rutland Manners, and it was endorsed in hand: “Best wishes to a lovely bride and to a very lucky man.” It was incredibly gorgeous, and must have cost $10,000 at least, and maybe twice that. Mike had not too much trouble explaining the story to Alice, she was wonderfully understanding, but it turned out to be somewhat complicated think of how to explain this dramatic ığdır escort gift to the gathering wedding guests. They couldn’t quite say it came from some uncle or some old roommate or something of that sort, since there were plenty of real relatives on both sides present at the wedding, and plenty of real old roommates, too. So they just left it in the box, and did not display it with the other gifts; but once they moved into their new house, they installed it in their dining room, and never a day passed in which they didn’t see the magnificent object, and in its brilliance think of Steve.

These events took place in the early summer six years ago. For anyone who has read this account this far and who is interested in where Mike and Alice and Steve and Mark and I are, and what we are doing, just drop an email to the link below and I will give you the complete epilogue.

As for Scotty, he copied Mike’s address from the motel registry, and every year sends him a Christmas card, updating him. He finished at UNLV with a major in hospitality, and now he manages the hotel where he used to work, and since it’s owned by his parents, he has plans for buying it from them. In the course of years, he has had encounters with quite a number of guests, but none of them could ever compare with the greatest hour and a half in his life. Someday one of us will find ourselves in Battle Mountain, again, and we will surely look him up.

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There we were, three siblings in the same room but in very different positions. On the bed sat Rebecca and me, our arms wrapped around each other’s nude bodies, my dick firmly entrenched in her warm pussy, our chests heaving from our just-concluded sex session. And in the doorway stood Amy, our youngest sister, clad in T-shirt and shorts, too shocked to do anything other than stare at the two of us.

Rebecca, or Becky, and I just looked at Amy. But I was looking at her in another way. I didn’t see her clothes, I didn’t see her look as if she had just seen someone die. No, I saw her as a young, nubile and very naked sister. And one whom I was about to make mad, passionate love to.

As for Becky, she turned her head away, cowering in shame, whimpering and sobbing. She was ashamed to be seen naked by her sister, let alone embraced by her brother. I placed a comforting hand on her hand. “Don’t worry,” I said, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

I turned to Amy. “Come here.”

She shook her head, still too shocked to say anything.

I sighed. At least she hadn’t run away… yet. I knew that I had to act quickly if I wanted to get her while she was still unsure of what to do. I lay Becky down on the bed and pulled out of her. She winced as my dick slid out of her wet hole. I smiled and said, “Be right back.” And, to add good measure, I squeezed a nipple. I got out of bed and walked towards Amy, my limp dick hanging loosely and swinging as I moved. Her eyes were fixed on it though she was still in a state of shock.

I stood in front of her and placed both hands on her shoulders. “Look Amy,” I said softly, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She looked up at me, unsure of what to say.

I took her hand that was still covering her mouth and brought it to my dick. She gasped and took a step back. Luckily, I was still gripping her shoulder and was able to stop her from making any further sudden movements. I placed her hand on my dick and made her wrap her fingers around it. She made a noise, like a sigh.

“You like it?” I asked.

She looked at me, then at Becky, who was still lying on her bed. She had turned to her side and was watching me make Amy fondle me. She became excited and brought a hand to her freshly fucked cunt. As Amy and I watched, she began rubbing herself and squeezing the folds of her labia. Her mouth was open and we saw her start to pant.

“Looks like Becky likes what she sees,” I said to Amy.

She looked at me, then down at my dick. “No!” she screamed and took her hand off it. She glared at me as if daggers were shooting out of her eyes. “We can’t do this, you’re my brother, for crying out loud!”

“But you just saw me with Becky and you know how much she liked it,” I tried to reason.

“Yes, but…” She looked at Becky again, who now had two fingers in her pussy, which she was moving in and out of her aggressively, while her other hand squeezed one of her large breasts. I smiled at the sight. Which guy wouldn’t be turned on by that? I looked at Amy. Hmm, it also seemed that no girl could resist becoming excited by my sister’s masturbation.

“Amy,” I said softly.

She looked at me. “No, no,” she protested, “whatever you and Becky did is wrong and I won’t be a part of it. I won’t!” And she ran out of the room before I could stop her.

I sighed. This was going to be difficult. Amy was always a prude, even though she was a college freshman, she had resolutely refused to have sex. I don’t think she even masturbated. It seemed that she subscribed to that age-old belief of sex after marriage. Well, I couldn’t have that, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to receive my gift from mom… which was starting to intrigue me. What did she have in mind for me? I couldn’t wait to find out, and to do so, I needed to get my dick in Amy’s pussy — or any other hole.

I glanced over at Becky, who was so deep into her masturbation that she didn’t know what was going on in her room any more. I shrugged, deciding to leave her alone there while I went after my target: Amy. Without bothering to put on a stitch of clothing, I walked directly to Amy’s room and threw the door open. She was sitting on her bed, her legs brought up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her shins and her head resting on her knees. She was crying uncontrollably and it broke my heart. I didn’t mean it to be so traumatic for her. Sex was supposed to be a wonderful, joyful experience and if I shattered that belief from her just because she had caught me with my dick in Becky’s cunt, then it was up to me to change her mind.

“Amy, may I come in?” I said softly.

She turned around and glared at me. “Go away!” she screamed. “You’re a disgusting çeşme escort man and a terrible brother! You don’t deserve to be alive!”

“But Amy, c’mon,” I said as I walked in.

“I said get out!” And she threw a pillow at me.

I caught it in the air and set it down by the door. “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to talk, can we do that?”

“No, because if we talk, I know you’re just going to make me have sex with you. And I don’t want that!”

“Do you really think that?”

“Then why aren’t you wearing anything?”

I looked down at myself and realized that I was as bare as the day I was born. It suited me fine, but it made Amy visibly uncomfortable. If I wanted to approach her, I would have to play it her way for now. I looked around and saw the pillow that she had thrown at me. I picked it up, placed it against my crotch, then walked towards her. “Is that better?”

She looked at me. “Eww, now you’ve made my pillow nasty! You’re disgusting.”

I didn’t say anything, but inside, I smiled, at least she had stopped screaming at me to leave. I took the opportunity to sit at her side, our hips touching each other. As I sat there, I looked over her 18-year-old body. Her shirt was form-fitting and showed off her naturally slim figure and respectably-sized 34C breasts. Behind, the roundness of her ass was showed off from the way she sat and with the tight shorts that she had on. God, she was so beautiful and seductive, it was hard to believe that she had managed to fend off any sexual advances to protect her virginity. I leaned down and saw her red eyes with tears running down the sides of her face. It hurt me. I dabbed her dry with my fingers. She looked at me and smiled, then turned away.

“We can’t do this, it’s wrong,” she sputtered. “It’s incest and we could go to jail for it.”

“But nobody has to know, just you, me, Becky and…”

She turned her head slightly. “And who?”

“Mom.”

She jumped and turned to face me. “What?!” she screamed. “You mean… you and… mom…”

I nodded.

“But… but… when?”

“Last night. Remember that job I had?” And I recounted my encounter in Greener’s Park. I had landed the job as an escort, without realizing that my hirer was mom. That led to us going home, then my comforting her, then our unleashed sexual attraction and passion for each other. I described in extremely vivid detail what happened the entire evening. When I reached the part about undressing mom, I heard Amy take in a sharp breath. I smiled inwardly. I was getting the exact reaction that I wanted. I continued my description, making sure that I left no juicy detail out. By the time I told her about mom and me on her bed, Amy was clearly out of control. She tried to maintain some degree of composure, but from the way her breathing had quickened and her perspiration was starting to cover her smooth arms, I knew that she was very horny and excited. When I ended my story, making sure that I emphasized how much mom enjoyed my cumming in her womb, Amy’s eyes had become wider than I had ever seen and her hands were trembling. I stopped talking and let my story sink in.

“You… you mean… mom liked…?” Amy stammered.

I nodded before she could finish her sentence. “She loved it so much, she said that we should be lovers.” Of course, I left out the bit about needing to complete my task with fucking both my sisters before mom lived up to her part of the deal.

“And you… came in her?”

“Yup. And I came in Becky too.”

“Won’t they get pregnant?”

I pondered that for a while. It hadn’t occurred to me at all, I was just so caught up with the passion that nothing else mattered except shooting my sperm into the wombs of my mother and sister. “Well, I know Becky’s on birth control, I’m not sure about mom though.”

“If she becomes pregnant, the child might be deformed.”

“Is that what you’re concerned about? Becoming pregnant with a deformed child?”

“No!” she shot back at me. “I’m concerned about how disgusting it can be to have sex with mom and Becky!”

“Well, I can assure you that they didn’t find it disgusting.” I paused, then added, “And maybe you won’t too.”

“What? No, I could never!”

“Are you sure? You seemed to enjoy touching my dick just now.”

She turned away. “No, no, I didn’t.” But her ears blushed and that gave her away.

“Yes, you did, and I know I liked it too.”

“You’re disgusting.”

I removed the pillow and threw it aside. My dick was now clearly exposed. The thought that I would be fucking Amy soon made it start to harden.

“Look at it.”

She did.

“Please…” başakşehir escort she begged. But I wouldn’t have any of it. I took her hand, she didn’t resist. I then placed it gently on my dick. Then I left it there, wondering what she would do next. And just as I wanted and expected, her fingers curled around it, gripping it softly.

“See, you do like it.”

She didn’t respond, she just held on. Since she was new at this, I figured that I should give her some guidance. I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand up and down my dick. She gasped but didn’t let go. “That’s it, it’s that easy.” I gently caressed her back as she continued stroking me. I felt her bra under the T-shirt. I wondered which one she was wearing, I hoped it was the white lacy one that had turned me on so many times. And if she was wearing a bra, that meant she was wearing panties too. Ah, the thought of stripping my sister completely made me become even more excited.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I said. I let go of her wrist and lifted her chin as I bent down. Our lips met and I kissed her tenderly. Then I let go. “How was that?” She smiled. Needing no further encouragement, I kissed her again. She became more excited judging by the way her hand was moving faster on my dick. She needed more, she wanted more. So I gave her my tongue too. She gasped, but with our lips together, she had no choice but to accept my intrusion. Our tongues met and that comforted her. I placed a hand at the back of her head and held her in place as we kissed more and more passionately.

When we finally broke off, we were panting. That was the wildest kiss I had ever had and it was clearly one of Amy’s more memorable ones too. There was no stopping now. Without a word, I raised her arms up above her head, then in one smooth move, I lifted her T-shirt over her head and off her body. I held on to it for a while, letting Amy realize that all she had on her chest was her bra. I threw the T-shirt away, then brought a hand up to a bra-covered breast. I smiled gleefully. She was wearing her white lacy bra. It didn’t push up or emphasize the shape of her breasts, but it did make them more delectable. I kissed and licked the exposed top portion as she ran her hand through my hair. “Ooh…” she moaned.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Without stopping my kissing, I pulled the straps down her arms, then flung the lacy lingerie aside. I straightened up and looked at her perky breasts. They were amazing, rounded and plump, with smooth skin, and those dark little areoles with her erect nipples centered on them. I cupped one and played with her nipple. She gasped and threw her head back.

“Oh my god, that feels so good!” she cried out.

I was amazed at her reaction, after all, I was just playing with her breast. Then I remembered that she was new to all this. I fondled her gently, not wanting to hurt her. I wanted to make her first time memorable and pleasurable.

After a little more fondling and kissing, I helped her stand on her bed. She looked down at me as I pulled her shorts down. Indeed, she was wearing panties, the bikini kind with a V-shape that showed off her rounded hips and ass. I nuzzled close to her crotch, breathing in her smell. Then I touched her panty-covered mound. It was damp.

“Do you want me to stop?” I teased.

“No, no…”

I pulled her panties down to her feet, revealing her pussy. She didn’t shave it completely, but it looked like she did keep it trim and tidy. I parted the hairs and moved my mouth close to her pink pussy. Then I stuck my tongue out and gave her labia a nice, slow, long lick. She shuddered and her legs nearly buckled, but I held fast to her at her waist. I continued licking at her. With each stroke, she groaned louder and louder until she reached a high-pitched wail. Her whole body shook, then she stiffened before letting out a long exhale. My mouth became wet from the moisture that suddenly flooded her cunt. I looked up at her.

“It looks like you’ve just had an orgasm,” I said.

“Oh my god, is that what that was?” she gasped.

“Your first one, I assume.”

She nodded. “If I had known it was that good…Please, don’t stop licking.”

“But there’s more.” I made her lie down, then placed a hand on her crotch. She parted her legs slightly, giving me more room to feel her. I moved up to her head and positioned my dick at her mouth. “Suck it.”

“No, that’s sick!”

“You’ll like, even more than touching me.” I pushed my dick at her.

She hesitated for a while, then her lips parted slightly. I reached behind her head and pulled her closer küçükçekmece escort to me. Her mouth opened wider as my dick entered her. She winced when it was inside her entirely and hit the back of her throat. She coughed and pulled out.

“No, I can’t.”

“Sure you can, just try that again.”

So she did. This time, I let her take her time. She took a bit of my dick first, then slowly swallowed more and more of it. Soon, I was thrusting my hips at her face as her oral muscles and tongue worked at my engorged dick. “Oh yeah, that’s it, Amy,” I encouraged her. “Keep sucking like that.” I rubbed and fingered her pussy furiously and she responded by sucking me faster.

Normally, I would have cum right there and then, but because I had just fucked Becky a while ago, it took a while to reach orgasm. That suited me just fine because I didn’t really want to end it by cumming in her mouth, besides, I wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. I decided that she needed some real sex.

I pulled out of her mouth and rolled her flat on her back. She watched me move between her bent legs. I fingered her pussy a bit more, making sure that it was wet and ready for me. “Do you know what I’m going to do?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yes… yes…”

“What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to have sex with me.”

I leant down and whispered into her ear, “More precisely?”

“Have sex,” she muttered.

“No, the f-word.”

She gasped. Then, “Fuck.”

I straightened up and grasped her waist. “This might hurt a bit,” I warned, “but only a bit and not too long.” She nodded in understanding. I placed the head of my dick at her entrance. Then, I slowly slid in. She gasped and groaned. I stopped, letting her get used to the intrusion. When she resumed breathing normally, I pushed further in and stopped. We did this for a while, each time ensuring that she was accepting and enjoying my dick. Finally, I pushed all the way in until our groins met.

She yelled and jumped up to grab me. “Aah…! Oh… oh…god…” She held me tightly, preventing me from moving. This startled me, I wasn’t sure how to react, so I just held her. Her head was on my shoulder and her tears wet my side. “Oh god, it’s too much… too much…”

“Maybe… maybe it would be better with you on top,” I suggested.

Amy nodded, “Ok, ok… ooh…”

I lifted her off the bed, my dick still in her tight pussy, then turned us around. I lay down, holding onto her waist, letting her get used to sitting on me. She moved a bit, getting into a more comfortable position, then she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Feel better?” I asked.

She nodded. “Now what?”

“Ride me. Move up and down, side to side, any way you want to please yourself.”

“What about you?”

“If you like what you’re doing, then that’ll be enough to make me cum.”

She grounded her crotch into me, then she moved up and down along my shaft. Her young virgin cunt muscles gripped my dick tightly, sending me into pure heaven. She moved faster and faster, groaning and moaning with each thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the immense sensation that was flooding my every being.

“Oh god… oh…” she groaned. “Oh…”

“Yes, oh yeah, that’s it, Amy…” I responded.

“Oh, oh god… oh, oh… oh fuck!”

I looked at her in amazement, never expecting her to use the f-word on her own. But that was all that was needed to drive me over the edge. My dick throbed in her pussy and I shot my first load into her virgin womb.

She felt my cum and looked down. “God, no!” she yelled. Immediately, she got off me, grabbing my dick and stroking it quickly. I didn’t have time to protest, I just kept cumming and watched my sperm shoot all over her belly. A few shots managed to reach her breasts, where they dribbled to her nipples. Man, it was such an erotic sight, my cum on my sister’s beautiful body.

She continued stroking me even after I had stopped cumming. It was too much for me and I stopped her. As she looked at me, I rubbed my cum all over her chest, concentrating on her breasts and nipples. Then I pulled her down to me and we kissed long and hard.

“That was beautiful, Dean,” she said. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you liked it. But why did you pull out?”

“Because I don’t want to get pregnant or anything, I’m not ready for that.”

I hugged her, feeling her soft smooth skin coated with perspiration. “Ok, I can respect that. I’ll never cum in your pussy again until you’re ready.”

She smiled. “Thanks.” And we kissed again.

“Ahem,” someone cleared her throat. We looked up to see Becky leaning against the door frame with one hand on her waist.

“Yes, dear sister?” I said.

“If you two are done there…” she started.

I looked at her puzzled. “What?”

She smiled. “Do you mind if I join in?”

I looked at Amy, who was smiling from ear to ear. Then I stretched an arm out at Becky. “Sure, the bed’s big enough for three of us.”

To be concluded…

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A plan formed in my mind that night, which I put into action the next morning. I made a few calls, setup a few appointments, and then called my girls to let them know I would be at a conference for the weekend. Each of them handled it differently. They all wanted to go, but when I told them that I wouldn’t go with anyone who continued to treat me indifferently, their personalities came out.

Geo informed me that she would start treating me properly when I agreed to her terms, but to have fun. Dixie commented that she probably shouldn’t go anyway, as she had a lot of homework to get done. Amber was the one who seemed to be having the hardest time. She went back and forth, wanting to be with me, but unwilling to break her word to Geo. In the end, I went alone, which was just as well. I didn’t want any of them knowing what I was really doing.

So on Thursday afternoon I found myself flying out west to Las Vegas. There was a conference going on where all the major strip club owners were getting together, and discussing various ideas and ways to improve business. My club was doing great, but why not get help from the big guys? At least, that was the premise for this trip.

I was lucky enough to get a window seat, and the plane was mostly empty. Thankfully the flight was plenty short, and I stepped into the dry hot air of Nevada. Catching a Taxi to my hotel was easy enough, and I sank onto the bed as soon as I entered my room.

I decided to be somewhat magnanimous, and called the girls to let them know I was alright. Once again, Amber was the most emotional, telling me how much she missed me, while the other two just gave me their love, and told me not to gamble too much.

My main appointment wasn’t until tomorrow, but tonight was when the conference started. I thought it would be a good idea to come back with something to show I had actually attended the conference, and walked down to the conference rooms where the event was taking place.

Checking in with the registrar, I pinned my name piece to my jacket, and walked into a room full of noise. I checked the schedule, and saw that there were events for both strippers and owners. I decided to go to one for owners first.

It was a boring affair, consisting mainly of good business practices, and ways to stay within the local laws, without staying within the laws.

I debated on going into one for the strippers, until I noticed other men going into it as well. It wasn’t until I was seated that I realized that the other men must be male strippers. Vegas was very different from back home, and there were just some things that I seemed to struggle wrapping my head around.

“You must be an owner,” a soft voice said beside me. I turned to look at the speaker, and had to swallow. The dry Nevada air had already made my throat dry, but the brunette sitting next to me in very skimpy clothes was beautiful.

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“Well, you are muscled enough to be a bouncer, but they rarely ever get to come to these, but not chiseled enough to be a chip’n’dale, though you do have the face for it. Also, your suit knocks that last out. Male strippers prefer to show off their wares more. I’m Angel, by the way,” she offered me her hand, and I shook it.

“Yeah, I own a club back east, and thought I’d see how things are done out here.”

“Well, if you’d like, I’d be happy to show you around…” I had heard of scam artists here in Vegas, but figured she was safe enough. A woman this hot couldn’t be bad, could she?

I agreed, but thought to keep one hand on my wallet. Throughout the afternoon, Angel showed me around, introduced me to a few of the really big club owners, and made me feel pretty important. I made some great contacts, but I noticed that people constantly stared at us everywhere we went. I was even certain a few took pictures.

“What’s the deal with people out here?” I finally asked as the day started to draw to a close. “I mean, you’re beautiful and all, but people stare at us like we’re famous or something.”

Angel looked at me with her cool brown eyes, and I felt like my soul was being measured. “You really don’t recognize me, do you?”

Oh shit! Did I go to school with her or something? I started to wrack my brain for anything that might remind me of who she was, but kept coming up blank. I hated to do it, but I had to tell her the truth. Hopefully she wouldn’t hate me for not remembering her. “I’m afraid I don’t. I’m really sorry!”

Angel laughed, and I knew all was forgiven. “You really are too much, John!” She placed her hand against my chest, as she continued to laugh. I was starting to feel foolish. “At first I’d thought you’d sat next to me, knowing who I was. But when you didn’t start hitting on my like every other man here, I assumed you were gay.” I immediately opened my mouth to protest. I didn’t have any problems with the gay community, I just knew I wasn’t. “Oh, I know you aren’t. You have been a perfect gentleman, but I have still caught escort acıbadem you looking at the other women here, and I have seen how you try your best to look me in the eyes, but sometimes fail.” Her bluntness was really starting to turn my cheeks red. I had thought I was being discreet, but apparently she had been watching me closer than I’d thought. “When you continued to treat me like a person, Instead of a– Well, I started to wonder if you truly didn’t know who I was. I kept waiting for you to make your move, but you haven’t.” She looked at me, and I felt that weighing sensation again. “It has been a long time since anyone has treated me like that.”

“I’ve only tried to repay the kindness you’ve shown me today,” I said lamely, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. She obviously expected something else, and my curiosity was now completely peaked. “Umm… So who are you?”

She laughed again, and this time I found it infectious. “I guess I still haven’t said, have I? Come with me, I’ll show you.” She grabbed my hand, and led me to a different part of the conference that we hadn’t made it to yet. The different scenery was the first thing I’d noticed. Instead of strip club advertisements, I now started seeing advertisements for porn videos. Having the very strict religious upbringing my parents had given me, I’d never actually watched one before. Even owning the club, and considering some of the things I’d done with the girls, I was shocked to see some of the lewd things that were on the covers of the DVDs. Call me dense, but I couldn’t figure out why Angel was bringing me back here, until she stopped, and shoved one in my hands.

“I don’t…” I said, confused.

“Look!” She pointed, and I looked where her finger ended. There Angel stood, completely nude, except for tiny stars covering her crotch and nipples, on the cover of the DVD case. The title read ‘Angel’s Day off,’ and on the back were a number of smaller pictures, most of them with her in them, in various sex acts. Oddly, I felt embarrassed to be looking at this friendly woman in so personal a situation, even though she was barely clothed in front of me now.

“So you’re a…”

“A porn star, yes.” There was a question in her eyes, as she looked up at me. Then everything she had said only a few moments ago made sense.

“That’s why you thought… But then I… And then I didn’t…” I couldn’t seem to form complete sentences in my head as she continued to look at me.

“I shouldn’t have told you.” I could tell she wasn’t happy now. “You were treating me so well, not like I’m a complete slut or a whore, and now you see me differently, don’t you?”

How did I see her? Was she the nice woman that had helped me around the conference all afternoon, or was she the girl on the cover of the DVD I still held in my hand? I put the DVD back, and placed my hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

“I have strippers that work for me that have Master’s degrees, and I have some that dropped out of high school.” She arched one delicate eyebrow, not understanding what I was getting at. Well, it was payback for a bit ago, I thought. “Just because they are strippers, doesn’t mean they are dirty sluts that would do anything to get a buck. Oh, I know some of them are, but they don’t work long for me.” She still looked confused. “Okay, look. You have been great today, showing me around, and helping me make those contacts. That is how I think of you. So you have a job doing porn. So what? If it pays the bills, and you enjoy it, I’m the last person to judge.”

I knew she finally understood when she flung her arms around my neck, and her lips were mashed against mine. My arms reflexively wrapped around her waist as I returned the kiss.

When we finally parted, I noticed a noise that had been drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears.

Clapping.

Looking around, I saw a lot of people staring and clapping, and a few were even giving me a thumbs up.

“Let’s get outta here,” Angel said, and I was all too eager to agree. We wound our way back to the stripper side of the conference, and a thought occurred to me.

“If you do that for a living, why were you over here today?”

“I started out as a stripper, and a producer saw me dancing. Sometimes when the fans get a bit overwhelming, I like to remember my roots, you might say.”

“Why haven’t any of your fans approached you while I was with you?” I asked, wondering.

“I know a few wanted to, but the way I hung on your arm, might have kept them back. I truly enjoyed spending the day with you, John.”

“And I, you!” I replied with an honest smile, and then noticed we were at the elevators. “Umm… Would you like to come on up?” After what she’d just revealed to me, I realized how my question might sound, and started trying to backtrack. “I didn’t mean for… I mean… I would if… But that wasn’t why…”

Her finger pressed against escort dudullu my lips shut me up. “I would love to.” I pressed the button on the wall for my floor, and we rode the elevator up, in near silence, except of the occasional smacking noise or moan as we made out. We had to stop on the fourth floor, however as a stuffy old couple stepped in with us.

When we finally reached my door, it took me a couple tries to get the keycard in the lock, and I almost broke it, in my hurry to open the door. It slammed against the wall as Angel forced me inside. I felt the bed hit the back of my legs, and I toppled over backwards, only to have the air pressed out of me as Angel landed on top. Our tongues met and writhed, matching the rhythms of our bodies, as my hands traveled along her back, thighs, ass, head, and basically anything else I could reach.

Her hips lifted, and I felt her hands at my waist, trying to undo my pants. Seconds later they were on the floor. Angel sat up, and I slid my hands up her sides, lifting her shirt up over her head, to join my pants. She was beautiful, as she sat on me, in only a black miniskirt and pink lacy bra. My hands darted to her back, and it only took me a second to undo the fastener. Since my mouth was already nearly at her chest, I bit between her cups, and growled as I yanked back, revealing her handful sized breasts. I was shocked at how pink her nipples were. I had never seen any so pink before, and my mouth watered at the sight of them.

I brought my lips to her left nipple, kissing it tenderly, until she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to it. I began to suck like a man starved, as my hands dove into the waistband of her skirt, cupping her tiny ass in my hands. I used my hands to grind her against my boxer covered crotch, eliciting a moan from both of us. Her hand on the back of my head pulled me away from her pretty pink nipple with a sloppy pop, and I looked up to meet her gaze. Hungrily she brought her lips to mine in a kiss that was both tender, and passionate. The way her tongue and lips moved against mine increased my lust for this woman tenfold.

With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I lifted her up, and then quickly pulled down her skirt and panties, bringing them to her knees. She broke the kiss to finish removing them, and I got the opportunity to really admire her naked beauty. Her breasts were slightly pointed, topped by the aforementioned pink nipples. Her waist was thin, but not so thin she looked anorexic. Her legs seemed to start at her ankles and just keep going, finally terminating in a small triangle of fuzz at her pussy. Her inner labia were large, and very swollen, protruding from her outer labia by a small bit.

That was all I was able to note, as she gripped my boxers, and nearly tore them from my body. I unbuttoned my shirt, I don’t remember taking off my jacket but that didn’t surprise me, and soon sat just as naked as she was.

“Holy shit! You should work in porn with a cock that big!” She exclaimed, admiring my package. “It is pretty rare to see one so–” Her words were cut off as she bent over and lustily swallowed the head between her lips. I have had some good blowjobs before, but the way Angel used her tongue, lips, and even teeth had me blowing down her throat in only a couple of minutes. Since my lack of sex lately, it was a pretty intense orgasm, leaving me panting by the time it had finished washing over me.

“Holy shit, yourself! I’ve never had a BJ that… That… WOW!”

She smiled up at me, licking up a bit of cum that had leaked out, and swallowing it. “I hope you’re not done yet.”

I knew it would probably be a few minutes for me to fully recover. “Come here, I want to taste you, now!” I demanded, and then braced myself as she nearly tackled me with her pussy. I have never tasted one with such big lips, but I used what the girls had taught me to great effect. Sucking hard on her labia, I ran my tongue between them, occasionally darting up to her clit, then back down to her hole, where I would shove my whole tongue in as deep as I could.

I felt her lips wrap back around my cock, and moaned into her pussy as she began to revive it with her excellent technique. One of her hands cupped and fondled my balls, while the other slid up and down my shaft, and her tongue worked the head.

Suddenly her whole body froze, and I could feel my cock vibrating between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she mewled loudly in her own orgasm. My mouth was soaked, as her juices escaped my lips, and started trickling down my neck and cheeks.

She rolled off me, and turned up to grab my wet cheeks. “I haven’t cum like that from having my pussy eaten in years! Where did you learn to do that so well?” She said, staring deep into my eyes. Before I had a chance to answer, her lips were pressed to mine again, as she licked her wetness from my face. She rolled on top of me, and I positioned my cock for her escort kavacık entrance. “Oh, Gawd, I’ve got to feel that monster in me!” She nearly screamed when it bumped her cunt.

I grabbed her hips, and gradually pressed her down, as I lifted my hips. I felt her lips spread over my cock, and gently swallow me in. She had told me she was a porn star, but she was tight! I had to slowly work in and out of her, despite how wet she was. She would loosen up as I moved in, but when I started to pull out, she would clamp down so hard, it hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. I had heard of women with strong kegel muscles, but she must really work hers for them to be this powerful.

Finally I felt our pelvises touch as Angel threw her head back to let out a throaty moan. I leaned up, and started nibbling on her neck, while she started up a rhythm with her hips.

“Oh, fuck… I feel you in every inch of me. Oooh, I am getting close.” I latched onto her pink right nipple, and with my hands still on her hips, picked up her pace. Lifting my hips slightly, I was able to go just a bit deeper into her. “Oh, Gawd, that’s it! Fuck me, I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggggggg!”

I had to stop moving her altogether, as her strong cunny muscles gripped my cock with enough force, I was almost afraid she was going to rip my manhood off. I just lay there, and as she started to relax, her inner folds started massaging more than gripping, and I moaned into her tit.

I rolled us over, and lifted her hips slightly as I got up on my knees. I put my arms under her legs, drawing them up to my shoulders, while I groped her tiny rear. Turning my head, I gently nibbled on her ankle, and then kissed my way along her slender foot. I was using my grip on her to slide her up and down my slick cock, as I started to suck her toes between my lips.

“Wow, what are you doing to me?” She asked dreamily, and I picked up my pace a little. “Damn, but that feels goooood.” She drawled out the last part, then bit her lower lip, and started pinching her pink nipples. I kept this up, switching to her other foot, and knew she was starting to get close again from her breathing. I was glad, because the way she was milking me on every thrust had me about ready to spew my second load for the night.

I reached around with my right hand, and started rubbing her clit with my thumb, sending her crashing into another powerful orgasm. I kept pushing in and out of her, despite (or maybe because of) the way she gripped my cock. Just as she started to come down, I let loose with stream after stream of my seed. She screamed as another orgasm took her, and it felt like her vagina was trying to milk every ounce of jism out of me, that it could.

I collapsed onto my side; next to this aptly name Angel, trying to catch my breath.

“Mmm, that was phenomenal. How often do you come to Vegas?”

I had to laugh. “This was my first visit, but now that I now there are Angels here, I may have to come out more often!”

“Well… We’d best make the most of this trip then. What are your plans for tomorrow?”

Shit! Tomorrow I had my appointment, and I knew I wouldn’t be up for any extracurricular activities afterwards. Not for a couple days at least… That’s why I had made this trip; to be away from the girls, so that I could recover before I came back. Now that I thought more on it though, my conscience started to fight me. Was I prepared to deceive the women I loved? I felt like I was sinking to the level they had been treating me at. I resolved then and there to call the doctor and cancel my vasectomy. I didn’t know what would happen, but I was determined to remain honest with the girls. The hand sliding gently up and down my arm, as the beautiful Angel still looked at me, waiting for my answer brought me back to the here and now. Well, honest about some things at least…

“Well, I’m not due back home till Monday, and the conference was the only thing I had planned…” I trailed off as I felt Angel’s lips on my neck. I was nowhere near recovered, but I had more than my penis at hand to try and please this insatiable woman.

The only time over the next few days that we left the room was to eat (when we didn’t just order room service).

* * *

I was a bit disappointed when I stepped out to the baggage claim area, that Amber was the only one to greet me.

“Dixie wanted to be here, but she had some big tests to take that her professors wouldn’t let her out of,” the sexy pregnant redhead told me. “Geo is another matter. Did you really have a vasectomy while you were away?” Amber planted herself in front of me, and glared as she blocked my path.

“How… How did you hear about that?” I stammered in disbelief.

“They called to confirm your appointment shortly after you left. You gave them the landline.” Her voice was dry, and I could see the fire burning in her eyes.

“What did Geo say?” Was all I could think to ask.

“‘What did Geo say?’ Is that all you can think to ask? Is she the only one whose feelings you’re concerned about?”

I knew I was in serious trouble now. Amber’s tone left no doubt in my mind. “No, of course not! I just didn’t think–“

“Of course you didn’t think!” She cut me off, and stormed back to her car. Even pregnant, she could move with speed and grace when she wanted to.

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“I think I need to have a long talk with Miss Winterton,” Kelsey said darkly.

Before Carynne or Amanda could reply, Kelsey gave Amanda a reassuring kiss on her cheek and set off after Stacey, with the two girls quickly following her. The busy crowd made it difficult for her to gain much ground on her friend, however, and she was unable to catch up until Stacey and Siara had already reached the town square where they’d left the guys.

A huge crowd was surrounding the Bossa Ball playing field, and there was a very noticeable buzz coming from the assembled gathering. Rather than the buzz they’d noticed earlier, when all the spectators had been cheering and laughing, this one seemed rather more ominous.

Siara let out a small “Oh no!” before quickly setting off into the crowd, struggling to get through, with Stacey following closely on her heel. Kelsey gave Carynne and Amanda a confused glance, then she set off after the two tall girls.

Her slender size helped her flit through the massed crowd a bit easier, and she’d just caught up with Stacey and was about to grab her when they all reached the end of the throng and saw what the commotion was all about.

Ryan and Damon were standing just beside the massive trampoline-like playing field, being confronted by a group of large guys, several of whom were clenching their fists. Damon had a worried look on his face, likely on account of being outnumbered six to two, but Ryan seemed more angry than anything else.

“I don’t like losing to a cheater!” said a tall black guy, who seemed to be the leader of the group confronting the two swimmers.

“And I don’t like being called a cheater!” Ryan said heatedly. “You lost! Whining about it isn’t gonna help!”

The black guy took a step forward, loosely rolling his shoulders. The crowd held its collective breath, apparently waiting for the blows to start raining down, but Ryan just stepped forward himself, coming to stand within an inch of the taller guy, a menacing scowl on his face. Both Damon and the other guys stepped forward as well, and a fight seemed inevitable.

“Bugger!” Siara groaned.

“What’s going on?” Stacey asked.

“I don’t know, but he always gets into situations like these,” Siara sighed. “He always refuses to back down, even over the smallest bloody things!”

“Hang on, I’ll get my bodyguards,” Stacey said, looking around for the group of men that she knew would be close by. When she couldn’t see them, she frowned in annoyance, then she rejoined the crowd of people in an effort to go find them.

“We need to do something!” Amanda said anxiously, obviously worried over Damon.

“Yeah. Let’s go and see if we can get this resolved peacefully,” Kelsey agreed.

Siara, having heard the two girls, turned around and shook her head. “Don’t worry. Ryan and Damon aren’t in any danger.”

“That’s not really how it looks,” Carynne said with a determined grimace on her face. She’d never let a friend down when they needed her, and she wasn’t about to now, especially not when it concerned the brother of the girl she loved. She took a few steps towards the group of quarreling men, but Siara gently took hold of her arm and pulled her back.

“You don’t have to go over there. Ryan can easily handle these guys,” Siara said.

“Are you sure?” Amanda asked doubtfully. “They look awfully big to me.”

Siara smiled in a resigned fashion. “Trust me, Amanda.”

The girls fretted for another moment, then they returned their attention to the confrontation in the midst of the town square. Apparently Ryan and the black guy had traded some more verbal jabs, and the black guy was now clenching his jaw and his fists, obviously spoiling for a fight. “I think I’m going to beat the shit out of you and your boyfriend!” he sneered. “Maybe that will teach you not to just come here and ruin everyone’s fun.”

Ryan shrugged in an unconcerned manner. “Are you sure you have enough of your buddies with you to try it? There’s only six of you, after all.”

The blow came quickly, though it wasn’t the black guy who’d thrown it. One of the guys right behind him had stepped forward and swung a right hook at Ryan’s face.

Ryan stepped aside so smoothly that it seemed like his opponent was moving in slow-motion. He caught his adversary’s wrist, somehow wrapped his hand around it, then twisted it violently; with a loud scream of pain his opponent practically flipped in the air and landed on the pavement with a loud thud while Ryan kept holding on to his wrist and caused the guy’s arm to be extended just a little further than it should, at a very uncomfortable-looking angle.

Two of the other men rushed forward, but Ryan just squeezed the wrist a little harder, and the ensuing cries of anguish caused the two of them to back off again.

“Now, how about you all just walk out of here, I’ll let your buddy go, and we can all just forget this ever happened, okay?” Ryan said calmly.

The black guy and his friends looked at each other as if to ask the others artvin escort what they thought they should do. Before they could come to any kind of conclusion, however, several policemen broke through the cordon of spectators. The guys bolted at the first sign of the cops, leaving Ryan and Damon standing there while the policemen walked up to them.

“What is going here?” the officer in charge asked, his gaze alternating between the guy on the ground who was still being held by his wrist and the group of men who had already vanished into the crowd.

“Just a minor misunderstanding, sir,” Ryan said politely. “There was an argument over who’d won the last game. It’s nothing worth getting excited over.”

“Then why are you holding this man?”

“Because I want to make sure he understands that it’s nothing worth getting excited over as well,” Ryan said pointedly.

“Yes, yes! You guys won fairly, I agree!” the guy groaned, his face having turned white from the undoubtedly painful position he was in.

“Thank you,” Ryan said, letting go of the guy’s wrist. The guy winced in agony as he got up, clutching his sore wrist, then he scampered off in the same direction his buddies had gone.

“I apologize for the disturbance, sir,” Ryan said to the officer after the guy had left.

The policeman shrugged. “Winston and his friends are known to us; they tend to go around looking for trouble. I would advise you not to stick around and to return to your resort as quickly as possible, however.”

Ryan nodded. “We will. Thank you, sir.” Without saying anything else, he motioned for Damon to follow him, and they quickly walked off towards the girls who were waving at them.

“What the hell was that?” Damon asked, a little in awe.

“Nikkyo.” Ryan shrugged. When he saw that Damon didn’t understand, he added, “It’s Aikido.”

Damon waited for him to say something else, but apparently Ryan wasn’t in the mood to share more. The two of them reached the girls, and they both went to hug their girlfriends.

“I was really worried about you,” Amanda said after kissing Damon. “What happened?”

“I’m not really sure. One moment we’re playing the game, Ryan scores an awesome point, and the next thing we know, these guys are accusing us of cheating,” Damon explained.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay!” Amanda said in relief.

“Me too!” Damon grinned at her. “Though I think that Ryan could have easily held them off. I’ve never even seen a move like that before!”

They both looked over at Ryan, who was having a rather different sort of discussion with Siara.

“Why can’t you ever just back down?” Siara asked in a seemingly resigned tone.

“Come on, babe. It’s not my fault! They just jumped us after I scored and won the game!” Ryan said defensively.

“Did you cheat?”

“No! One guy on the other team had done the same thing not five minutes before, and nobody bitched at him about it!”

Siara sighed, after which she gave Ryan a huge hug. “I just wish you wouldn’t get caught up in all this nonsense.”

“Me too, Sia. But it’s not like I go looking for this kind of shit…”

“I know.”

The two of them looked at each other for several long moments, then they kissed.

Kelsey smiled at them both, then she looked at Damon and Amanda kissing, and her smile grew even bigger. She wanted nothing more than to kiss Carynne, but she figured there had been enough excitement for the afternoon already. The crowd was bound to go wild at seeing her and Carynne make out; after all, every other group of people that had ever seen the two of them kiss had gotten pretty excited too.

Stacey walked back up to her group of friends, her four bodyguards in tow. “I’m sorry that took so long! We kept missing each other!” she said, obviously annoyed. All four men looked decidedly chagrined, perhaps angry that they had managed to lose sight of their charge.

“It’s alright, Ryan took care of it,” Siara said with a wry smile. She looked at her boyfriend and was able to resist his silly grin for almost five seconds before she broke out laughing.

“I do think we should go, though. I don’t want that joker to come back with twenty of his buddies in tow,” Damon said.

“Yeah, let’s go. You guys want to go get changed, and then we can meet up for dinner later tonight at that grill just down Main Street?”

The girls all nodded their agreement, and the group set off back towards the resorts.

*** ***

As soon as Stacey closed the door to their villa behind her, she was confronted by an obviously angry Kelsey.

“I need to talk to you,” Kelsey said curtly.

“Okay. Here in the hallway, or do you want to go into the living room?” Stacey asked calmly, though she felt her stomach twist in a knot. She had a pretty good idea what the talk was going to be about, and she’d prepared arguments for both Damon and Amanda if they were to confront her. Kelsey being the one who was upset aydın escort because of it had never occurred to her, however.

Kelsey turned around without saying a word, storming into the living room. She saw Carynne settling into one of the leather couches and preparing to turn on the TV, and she walked over to her girlfriend. “I hate to do this to you, hon, but would you mind leaving us alone for a bit?” she asked.

Carynne nodded and quickly got up. “I’ll go take a shower. Just promise me you won’t do anything you’ll regret later, okay? I can tell you’re pretty angry,” she said seriously.

“I won’t, I promise,” Kelsey said softly.

Carynne gave her a long kiss, then she squeezed Kelsey’s amazing ass. “And if there’s going to be any make-up sex afterwards, you two better come have it in the shower with me!”

Kelsey tried not to, but she couldn’t help but giggle. Carynne just gave her a quick grin as she scampered off up the stairs, happy with herself for making Kelsey laugh again. She knew her well enough to know that making her laugh kept her from staying angry. She made up her mind to take an extra long shower, because the prospect of having sex with Kelsey and Stacey in the hot water made her pussy practically leak with desire.

As soon as her girlfriend disappeared from view, Kelsey’s smiling face turned back into a scowl, and she turned around and faced Stacey, who had taken a seat on the largest couch.

“What did you say to Amanda?” Kelsey demanded angrily, her fists on her hips.

“The truth.” Stacey shrugged. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And what’s your idea of the truth?”

“That you miss her, she misses you, and you’re both miserable because of it.”

Kelsey ordered her heart to stop messing around, as it skipped several beats before it began thudding quite heavily—which was nothing compared to the churning in her stomach. “Well, of course we miss each other, but that doesn’t make it right for you to trick her into coming into that dressing room and fuck me and Carynne!”

“Trick her? I didn’t trick her. I just told her what you and Carynne were doing, and I asked her if she missed it. She said yes, and she joined you two.”

“There must have been more than that! She wouldn’t just break her promise to Damon like that without something else!”

Stacey gave her a hurt look. “Why are you so angry at me, baby? Isn’t getting Amanda back what you wanted?”

“I’m the one that chose not to be with her and Damon anymore. It wasn’t her decision, or even what she wanted, so why didn’t you come talk to me? You’re acting like it was her fault!”

“Because you were absolutely right. For you to go off and be with Damon and Amanda while Carynne can’t join is completely unfair to Carynne. Talking with you about that wouldn’t really have made much sense, would it?” Stacey said in a reasonable tone of voice. She curled her knees up on the couch in front of her, locking her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. It was a position she always took when she had an argument with her dad, or with one of her brothers, since she knew it made her look cute.

“Stop trying to talk around the issue. I made a decision, and you went and talked with Amanda and tried to change her mind about what she’d decided. Why did you do that?”

“You were all so unhappy, anyone could see that! All of you have been sad and mopey during the past couple of weeks. You’re crying all the time, and I hate it! I hate seeing everybody in pain and so dreary; you most of all, Kel… I love you too much to not try to help when you’re unhappy,” Stacey said, her voice on the verge of breaking.

Kelsey felt her heart ache for her friend, and though she tried to maintain her anger, she could feel it melt like snow before the Bahama sun. She let out a deep sigh. “I love you too, Stace, but you didn’t have the right to interfere in Damon and Amanda’s lives like that.”

“I didn’t interfere, I swear! I just talked to them. All I said was that they’d already made an exception in their exclusivity for you, and it wouldn’t hurt them to make one for Carynne as well.”

“Wait… them? You talked to both of them?”

Stacey nodded.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why was Amanda so upset that she hadn’t talked to Damon about it, then? If you’d already talked to both of them…”

Stacey blushed slightly. “Eh… I might not have told them that I’d also talked to the other one about it.”

“So you snuck around behind both their backs?”

“I didn’t sneak! I wanted to see how they both felt about it before I got them together to talk to them.”

“Why?”

Stacey frowned. “Because I figured it was easier to talk to them separately first, and—”

“No, I mean why did you feel the need to talk to them in the first place?” Kelsey interrupted. “Why did you take it upon yourself to mess with our decisions?”

Stacey lowered her head until her face touched her knees. “Don’t you love balıkesir escort being back with Amanda?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, but not if it means…” Kelsey started, only to quickly stop to bite back the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes. “Not if it means she and Damon are going to have trouble because of it!”

Stacey lifted her head again, her eyes also filled with tears. “Trouble? Why would they have trouble?”

“I’m not sure, but Amanda seemed really worried. I could just tell.”

“Kel, they both want this!”

Kelsey gave her a doubtful look. “Really?”

Stacey nodded rapidly. “Yes. When I talked to Damon on the beach, that morning when you came back crying so hard after talking to them, he was pretty close to agreeing that having Carynne join the three of you wouldn’t hurt them. And then Amanda felt the same way when I talked to her in the bikini shop!”

“You should have told them, Stace. Now Amanda is scared to death over what Damon will think!”

Stacey sighed. “I didn’t mean for that to happen! I just wanted you all to be happy again. I hate seeing you all so miserable, and I’ve missed…” she stopped suddenly and hung her head, blushing furiously.

Kelsey’s curiosity was piqued as she tried to figure out what that meant. She sat down on the couch beside her friend and wrapped her arm around Stacey’s shoulders. “What did you miss? Us being happy?” she asked, pulling Stacey close against her.

“Yeah, but also… I…” Stacey stammered, her face still pressed against her knees.

“Is it Amanda?” Kelsey asked. Her voice was full of compassion as she added, “Do you miss her?”

Stacey didn’t respond for a few moments. Eventually she raised her face just a little and whispered, “Yes. You and Amanda were the first girls I’d ever gotten close to, and I just have a special place in my heart for you two. I miss not being able to… to do anything with her anymore.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Kelsey said sympathetically. She began stroking her hand through Stacey’s blonde hair, trying to comfort her friend.

Stacey turned to face Kelsey, blinking away a few tears. “I do. I’ve just really missed having her come over and hang out, and fool around, and all the fun stuff we used to do together.”

“I’m sorry. Carynne and I have really tried to make up for her absence.”

“I know, and you two are so wonderful. But… I just… I dunno. Maybe it’s not even so much that I miss her, and it’s more that I’m just kinda lonely.”

“Awwww!” Kelsey said while squeezing Stacey tightly against her, trying to think of what to say. Now that she knew, it made perfect sense that Stacey was lonely; of the group of friends, she was the only one who didn’t have someone of her own. With Ryan and Siara having joined them, it just reinforced the fact that she was by herself.

“And I’ve missed your brother too,” Stacey whispered, almost inaudibly, after almost a minute of silence.

Kelsey did a double-take, and her hand froze. Had she heard that right? “What?”

“I miss Damon.”

Kelsey gazed at her friend in amazement for several long moments, pondering what she meant. Did she miss just having sex with him, or was it something more? It seemed unlikely it was just the sex, since Stacey could have basically any boy she wanted. “Stace, are you in love with Damon?” she finally asked.

Stacey turned her head away, but Kelsey quickly drew it back, forcing her friend to look her in the eyes. “Are you?” she repeated.

“Yes,” Stacey finally said. “But I swear that I’m not trying to break up him and Amanda, Kel. I know that with my meddling of the past few days it may look that way, but I just want everyone getting back together and having fun. I didn’t do it to wreck their relationship! Please, you have to believe me!”

“Sshhh, I believe you. But why didn’t you ever tell me? Or him?”

Stacey shrugged, her face a little sad. “What good would that have done? He’s happier than anything with Amanda, and then he had you too. Even if I wanted to, how could I’ve ever competed with that?”

“Well, you could have kept buying him awesome cars,” Kelsey said with a smile. “Get him one of those Veyrons he keeps talking about, and he’ll likely forget all about us.”

Stacey stared at her for a second, then she started laughing. “To be honest, I don’t even know what I feel for him. There are days when I think I genuinely do love him, and there are other days when I’m sure I just feel this way because no other guy has ever treated me as wonderfully as he has.”

“Oh Stace,” Kelsey said affectionately. “There’s a guy out there for you too; or a girl, whatever. Just because you haven’t found him yet doesn’t mean you never will.”

“I hope so. It’s just hard when the four of you are so obviously wonderfully happy together, you with Carynne and Amanda with Damon, and… and I miss being part of that. I miss being together with all of you, and having all of you come over to my room. That Saturday, when Damon swam his semi-finals, was the greatest day of my life! I want that back. Remember how happy and carefree we all were?”

Kelsey swallowed several times, loudly sniffing her nose. “Yes, I do. I miss it too. A lot has changed since then, though.”

“I know, but I figured if you and Carynne could join Damon and Amanda again, then maybe…”

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This is a male’s attempt at writing from the female perspective.

*

“Hi! My name is Cassandra. I will be 20 years old tomorrow. I’m 5’9″ tall, a little on the thin side, small breasted, dark red, curly hair. In the last two years I have spent, or misspent my time, trying to get in bed with a large number of people, mostly guys. And I thought I would tell you about my adventures.”

I think my favorite is the first time I did my uncle Ray. Ray is my mother’s younger brother. I’ve had a crush on him since I was 13. I spent years fantasizing about how cool it would be to have sex with him, but never acted on it until my eighteenth birthday. Ray has always been fun to be around. Always goofing off. Much to his wife’s chagrin, he spends a lot of time with his nieces and nephews at family gatherings. I think ,maybe, he just doesn’t want to grow old, so he spends his time with us kids.

I didn’t wake up that morning with a plan to seduce him, but things have a way of working out. My parents had planned a big family pool party, complete with cookout, cake, beer, all the necessary stuff. People started coming over around lunch time, eating burgers, jumping in the pool, swigging beer, and just having an all-around good time. I had cousins over. Some were my age, some were older, some younger and we spent more time splashing in the pool than the adults. Except for Ray. Ray kept diving in, dunking a lot of us kids, and having a great time. At least until his bitch-wife, Betsy started yelling at him to act his age. Finally aggravated, she left in a huff, leaving Ray to stay overnight, since neither of my parents were sober enough to drive him home.

My older cousin Mary, on more than one occasion that day, mentioned how hot Ray was, especially in a bathing suit, which, when wet, showed off a rather nice package. At one point, she even told me that she wondered how it would feel to fuck him.

“Mary! He’s your uncle!” I said, surprised at her unsolicited display of horns.

“Yeah! That’s what makes me want him! It’s that forbidden fruit thing! I just think it would be sooo cool to have him cum inside me!” she answered before swimming over to him and trying to dunk him.

Watching her shameless display of wrapping her legs around him and grabbing his head and pulling it into her ample cleavage, I decided then and there that I would make my move that night.

For the rest of the afternoon Mary, Ray and I romped in the pool, dunking, splashing, having an all-around good time. Lots of laughing, flirting, and not-so innocent rubbing up against him.

Before she left, I told Mary of my plan. She totally approved and made me promise to text her with all the lurid details the next day.

Ray was pretty well toasted by evening and excused himself, going downstairs to the guest bedroom to sleep it off. I went up to my room to work out the details of my plan, setting my alarm for 1 a.m. I had a tough time getting to sleep, finally having to pull my vibe from the bedside table and jill off twice before I could get to sleep.

The alarm went off, and I silently descended the two flights to the basement. I had put on a semi-see-through baby doll set that had worked so well in the past at getting my boyfriend hard. Gently opening the door, I entered Ray’s room, leaving the door slightly open so I could see my way in.

Pulling up the covers, I found Ray asleep, wearing his boxers. As I crawled into bed, he stirred, not awake enough to know what was happening. I snuggling up in front of him, pressing my ass against his crotch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my right breast, holding it in place. His hand felt so nice as it molded to my small, pointed breast and I sighed, feeling my pussy moisten. “Uncle Ray” I whispered. Still a little foggy from the afternoon beers, he didn’t react at first, just moaning in reply.

“Uncle Ray” I said again, a little louder.

“Huh! What! Cassie what are you doing here?” he said, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head.

“I ….I was lonely, Uncle Ray. I ..I didn’t think you’d mind if I stayed here with you tonight”

It was then that he realized where his hand was and tried to pull it away. I caught it, held it there. “It’s OK Uncle Ray, I liked that”

“But…but…you’re my niece You shouldn’t be here!” he stammered. üsküdar escort

I let go, sat up and turned on the light. I wanted him to see me! I started to cry, hoping that it would weaken his resolve. “I’m sorry! I thought you wouldn’t mind. I needed to be with somebody tonight.”

He sat up pulled me close and said, “It’s OK Cassie! But why tonight? And why me?”

“It’s my eighteenth birthday! And I was supposed to out and celebrate with Brad, but he broke up with me last week!” I lied, knowing he wouldn’t have a clue about my love life. ” And it was so much fun in the pool this afternoon. I really didn’t think you’d mind. You’ve always been my favorite uncle.”

“I’m flattered Cassie! Really! I love you a bunch! But I’m your mother’s brother. If she came down here and saw us right now, well, she’d have me shot!”

Now was my chance to lay the guilt trip on him. “So, you don’t think I’m that pretty? Not like Mary?”

“What are you talking about?” he said. I could finally see that my outfit was registering with him. “Of course you’re pretty”

Sticking out my lower lip, pouting for effect . I repeated, “But not like Mary”

“What’s Mary got to do with it? He said, trying not to look at my gauze covered chest, my nipples tenting the material.

“She has nicer tits than me!” I blubbered.

“Bullshit! He said, “There’s nothing wrong with your…er… um”

“Tits?” I filled in. breathing in, stretching the baby doll top.

“Well, yeah!” he said trying not to stare

Now was the moment that would make or break the evening! I lifted my top over my head and moved closer to him. “You really think so? I think they’re kinda small.” My nipples were only a couple of inches from his face.

He couldn’t take his eyes off them, but he wouldn’t move closer either. “See! You don’t like them!” I said in mock anger.

I could see the conflict in his face. Here he was with a woman in his bed, practically throwing herself at him. But that woman was his own flesh and blood. I could sense that he wanted me. I could see the growing tent in his shorts. I had to make my move now!

“This is wrong!” he said. “You’re my niece!” He was still staring at the puffy crowns on my chest, his lips slightly open. I leaned forward, brushing my left nipple against his lips. It sent an electric shock through me, directly to my pussy. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him pull away, his brain triumphing over his cock. It was only for a second, but it felt like forever. Then, I felt his lips part and his tongue gently caress the dusty rose nub that sat on my chest.

My hands went to his head and I held him to my nipple as I moaned in ecstasy. “Ohhh God, Uncle Ray! That feels so good!” All I could hear in return was Ray moaning into my chest. In spite of the desire to feed him my tits, I knew I had to do something to completely draw him in. I reached down toward his waist, wrapping my hand around the thick pole still in his boxers, using the soft cloth to caress his long hard dick.

I felt him loosen his grip on my left nipple and prayed that he wasn’t going to stop, that his conscience would not get the better of him. My prayers were answered by his lips enveloping my right nipple. I could hear him sucking greedily on it. Smiling, I moaned in encouragement as I fished his cock from his underwear, my thumb rubbing against the bulbous head, smearing pre-cum all over the velvety soft skin.

He moaned into my small breast as he continued to suckle. Then I felt his hand rubbing against my baby doll panties. “Oh, yes! Uncle Ray! Yes! Don’t stop!” I whispered throatily as his fingers slid inside, drawing circles against my bare skin. I felt his finger slip up inside my weeping pussy. “Oh God!” I moaned as his finger sunk deeper, his thumb rubbing against my clit. “Make me cum Ray! Make me cum!”

Leaving his thumb in place, he began slamming his finger deeper and faster inside me as he kissed across my chest, first one nipple, then the other. On one of his trips across my chest, I grabbed his head with both hands, lifted it to my lips and shoved my tongue into his mouth, moaning in need as I did so. I humped against his hand as we frenched, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I let him re-attach gaziemir escort his lips to my tits, enjoying the sexual current that flowed from my chest to my cunt. Then it hit me. Suddenly! Completely! I orgasmed as he fingered my clit. “Ohh God! Uncle Rayyyy! Ohhh Fuck!” I moaned loudly as I soaked his fingers and palm with my juices.

Still trembling from my sudden orgasm, I tried to tear his boxers off. I wanted him naked! I had to see his cock, feel his cock, taste his cock . I wanted to OWN his cock! He stood up from the couch, and shucked the boxers from his hips, letting them fall to the floor.

His manhood was right in front of me. Long, thin, smooth, with a gentle upward curve crowned by a dark pink head and a droplet of clear liquid forming at his slit. I leaned in to kiss the greasy tip, swirling my tongue all around the mushroom head all sticky with pre-cum. I moaned again as he pushed his hips forward, feeding me more of himself. The silky smooth, taut skin of his dick slipped easily to the back of my throat and I closed my lips around it, sucking loudly on the long slim poker as it sawed in and out of my face. I could feel the ridges of his veins as I slid my lips up and down on his shaft. I felt the velvety hardness of his crown as it bumped the back of my throat! I looked up at him, seeing his eyes completely closed, his mouth slack, his hips moving back and forth. I had him! I knew then that he was mine! That he would cum in my pussy, my mouth, anywhere I wanted! That he would do anything I asked! The thought made me shudder with a pleasurable mini-orgasm!

I pulled my mouth from his saliva coated shaft, grabbing it with my right hand. Stroking it slowly, I reached underneath and hefted his testicles. “Uncle Ray..” I said as my lips caressed the left one. “Uncle Ray…” I repeated. His eyes opened and he looked down at me, lust filling his gaze. “Uncle Ray….Fuck me!” Then I popped the orb into my mouth, sucking gently. My tongue massaged the delicate organ. He moaned, his hands descending to my head.

I let it go, dragging my tongue over the crinkled skin of his sac. “Will you?” I waited for a second before sucking in the other one. I let it go. “Please?” I sucked in the first one again, still looking up at him.

“Oh God, Cassie! That feels so good! God knows I want to, but I shouldn’t!”

I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, my pussy grinding against his rigid cock. “Fuck me, Uncle Ray! I want you inside me! Don’t you want that too?”

I could still see the conflict in his face, so I shifted my hips a little. Just enough to nestle the head of his prick just inside me. Grabbing my ass cheeks, he turned and sat down, careful not to dislodge his member from the cleft of my pussy, and let go, allowing his entire length to stretch my cunt open as he slid inside.

We both groaned with pleasure as he filled me up. ” Oh God, Uncle Ray! So Big! So good!” My lips sought out his, my tongue delving into his mouth as I ground my pussy against him. Breaking the sloppy wet kiss, I whispered, ‘Fuck me Ray! Fuck me hard!”

His hands all over my breasts, his lips locked to mine, our tongues darting back and forth in our mouths, he bounced me on his lap, my wet cunt all but letting him escape before swallowing up his entire length, my pussy lips kissing his balls each time I landed.

It was a noisy fuck. Our bodies slapping together! His cock squishing in and out of my wetness. Both of us moaning, talking dirty between sloppy kisses. The room reeked of sex, but that only fed the fire, making both of us want more.

Too soon, Ray grunted. I felt his cock swell up for a moment, then spit gobs of warm sperm deep into my belly. I could feel him twitch as he ground against me, filling me up with his seed, all the while moaning into my mouth.

Panting from exertion, we sat there for a minute, not moving, not talking, just enjoying the moment. Looking into his eyes, I could see the guilt returning. I whispered, “Uncle Ray. That was the best I’ve ever had!”

“Too soon!” he said, still breathing hard, “Way too soon!”

“How long has it been?” I asked feeling his cock soften inside me.

“About eight months” he answered in a dejected tone, “Betsy’s just sancaktepe escort not interested anymore.”

“But I am!” I replied, getting off his cum and honey soaked lap. “Oh! Look at the mess I made!” I said smiling as I looked down at the matted hair surrounding his flaccid member. Kneeling in front of him, I picked it up and started giving it ice cream cone licks as I looked him in the eye.

Smiling down at me, he opened his legs, giving me better access. I took advantage and sucked his still leaking helmet into my mouth, moaning as I felt the soft smooth underside of his manhood as it rested on my tongue. I sucked and licked until it responded, the blood re-entering and engorging the soft spongy tissue. I loved the feel of his cock as it stiffened in my mouth. All the bumps and ridges. The smooth, taught skin, soft to the touch, but rigid at the same time, as it poked against the back of my throat. Pulling off, I licked my lips and asked, “Ray, what’s your favorite position?”

Somewhat surprised at the question, he replied with one of his own. “Why do you ask, Cassie?”

“I’m still horny, silly! I want you to tell me how you want me. And don’t tell me you don’t! Your cock says different!” I replied as I gave it a gentle tug.

Smiling again, he said, “Doggy! Betsy hates it that way. She says its degrading!”

Presenting my backside to him, legs spread, my hands pulling my cheeks apart, cum still glistening at the entrance of my cunt, I looked over my shoulder and replied, “Degrade me! Fuck me like a bitch in heat! I need it Uncle Ray! Hard and fast! And I think you do too!”

With hardly a second thought, he crawled up behind me and pressed the dark pink knob against the lust swollen lips of my pussy. Placing his hands on my hips, he thrust forward, sinking quickly into me until his testicles bumped against me. “Oh God, yes, Ray! Fill me! Fuck me! Punish your naughty little niece for making you sin like this!”

Without speaking he slapped my ass hard, leaving a handprint on my pale skin as he rode me hard. He reached around and grabbed my left breast, kneading it in his fist. Pinching and pulling at my nipple. His other hand went right for my clit, rubbing circles around it, then flicking across it, sending jets of pleasure-pain coursing through my body.

“Use me Ray! Make me your little cum slut!” I groaned as I pushed back against his thrusts, his full length filling me, stretching me. His hands playing, pulling, rubbing, tweaking, leading me toward another orgasm. At one point , he grabbed my hair, like reins and rode me hard, slamming in and out, my pussy farting with each thrust. His hands were all over my tits, my hips, my clit. It began to build faster, each thrust bringing me closer and closer.

“Ohh fuck! Gonna cum! Don’t stop! Make me cum, Ray! Pleeeasse!” I screamed into the pillow, not wanting to wake the whole house, as I felt the spasms start in my cunt, pulsing around his invading cock, radiating out to my nipples, making my toes curl.

It took another minutes of body slapping for him to reach the point where he was ready to cum again. I could sense it more than feel it. “Cum for baby, Ray! I need it! I need it all! Let me taste it!” I begged him.

He pulled his glistening member from deep within me. “Here baby!” he said.

I turned around and stared at the shiny head, all covered with froth from our previous fuck, opened my mouth, letting it rest on my tongue. Looking into his eyes, I grabbed the shaft and stroked until he went rigid, grunting loudly.

“Ohhh Fuck, Cassie!” he whispered as his prick poured its contents onto my tongue, filling my mouth with his warm, salty, life giving sperm. After letting him watch my tongue get coated , I closed my lips around his still pulsing shaft, sucking the last remnants from his dick, letting some of it drip out of the corners of my mouth, down his length, over my fist, pooling in the pubic hair at its base.

Totally spent, he sat down beside me, panting with the exertion of our act. I sat in his lap, rubbing the leftover cum into my ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Surprised at first, he quickly responded, by opening his mouth and letting me give him back some of the deliciously warm juices of our just completed incestuous fuck.

After a few minutes, we broke our embrace and I got him to promise me, that whenever he needed it, I would be available for him. “You don’t need to depend on Betsy for this anymore, Ray. You can have me any time, any way you want!” I said as I slipped back into my baby dolls and went back to my own bed.

That was the first of many nights we spent together.

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“Don’t you want to fuck me too?”

The 18-year-old babysitter’s words echoed in my mind in the next few days at my soulless office, which was lit in a permanent florescent noonday glow. The night after she gave me the blowjob, I paid Kristine for her time babysitting, and told her to go home. As much as I wanted to take her up to my bedroom and have my way with her, I simply couldn’t risk the fact that my son might hear us.

After his mother’s passing Luke had had trouble at school. Not acting out, really, more like the opposite. He withdrew and stayed alone on the playground. A teacher found him sitting in the sandbox where the younger children play, quietly sifting the sand through his hands, staring into the dust it stirred up when it hit the ground.

“It’s like he’s having an existential crisis, and he’s only ten,” Mrs. Lehmann, the school counselor, told me. She didn’t know if this was normal behavior for children who had lost parents. She didn’t have any recommendations, except that I keep an eye on him and try to get him to talk about his feelings, which I did anyway. Her eyes were visibly moist, and when she talked about the teacher finding Luke alone with the sand she even seemed to suppress a sob.

I didn’t know if it was normal for counselors to be unable to control their emotions, and I decided it didn’t matter. I had a hard time myself sometimes.

For this reason and many others, I decided I could not see Kristine again. The moments of lust that we had shared for time that she was stretched across my lap and while she sucked my cock had been a welcome change from the constant drudgery of my life after my wife’s death, which consisted of the gym, office and home. I loved my son and I loved every moment that I was able to spend with him, but I sorely missed my wife’s touch. For the first few months after her passing, I couldn’t be aroused by anything.

I even tried sleeping with a friend of my wife’s who had more or less thrown herself at me during the funeral. She was a quite attractive 40-year-old mother of two who was in great shape from her job teaching bikram yoga. We fucked for almost an hour in a variety of positions until I had to admit to her that I couldn’t feel anything and was never going to cum. She never called me back afterwards, even though she assured me that she understood. I went months without even thinking about sex. Kristine had been the first to change this.

After my decision not to see Kristine anymore, I had to hire a new babysitter. I really disliked the process. Mike, my poker buddy, vipsevgilim.com had recommended Kristine to me because his oldest daughter was a classmate of hers. I couldn’t ask him for another recommendation without telling him about our encounter. I went through the process of placing ads. I knew that I was going to have to explain to Luke at some point why Kristine wasn’t coming back, so I stayed around the house for the next several weeks and did without seeing my friends or any kind of adult contact outside of work.

In the meantime, several calls came from local girls who wanted to babysit. I interviewed three of them, but they all seemed immature. I considered hiring a 19-year-old college student named Katie who seemed responsible enough, but when she mentioned her boyfriend I couldn’t help but flash back to the night I saw Kristine giving head to her friend from school, and so I told her I’d think it over, but I never called her back. I couldn’t risk hiring a slutty sitter for a second time.

Finally, I ran into an older woman from the church we used to go to who offered to sit for Luke anytime that I wanted to go out. She told me that her daughter, recently divorced, was ready to date again. Thinking I should take my mind off of Kristine, I decided to take the woman up on her offer, and to give her daughter a call as well.

Her daughter’s name was Mara, she was 28 years old, and she worked in human resources for a local company but was passionate about writing. I had no idea what this particular combination of qualities would add up to in person.

She was obviously expecting my call, so we moved past the formalities quickly and arranged to meet at a local TGI Fridays. I was afraid my choice of restaurant would insult her writerly pretensions but we both lived nearby and the closest non-chain restaurant was an hour in every direction.

As Friday approached, I was nervous about the date, but not for the normal reasons. I was afraid of disappointing Mara because of my general apathy; I was afraid she would feel like I was using her as a foothold on my way out of my pit of despair.

She was already at the bar when I arrived. I recognized her from the pictures we had exchanged via e-mail. She had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a sympathetic face. Thankfully she was slim, which was by no means something that goes without saying the in Midwestern united states. I was relieved to see her drinking beer, and a Samuel Adams at that, which spoke volumes for our potential future compatibility. biristanbulmasali.com

We sat at a booth and ordered an appetizer, an assortment of small bits of food, each of which had lost its individual particularities of appearance and flavor during its trip through the deep fryer. I was relieved to discover that Mara was not a vegan.

After the appetizer, our beers were almost empty. Now was the time to decide whether or not we would have a second drink. Mara had proven herself to be an engaging conversationalist. She had worked for newspapers, had lived abroad, and had taken the job in the HR firm as a way to save money before launching a career as a freelancer. I was pleasantly surprised.

As we asked the waitress for another round, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Thinking it might be from Mara’s mom who was sitting for Luke, I excused myself quickly and took it out to read it. I was completely unprepared for what it said:

“Hi Mr Richards. So you decided to come see me at my new job? I’ll meet you in the men’s room in 5 min. – Kristine.”

“Everything ok?” asked Mara as I stared at the screen.

“Yeah. Yeah everything’s fine. It’s the phone company telling me they’re going to deduct my bill for this month,” I said.

I tried to smile as if nothing had happened. On the one had I was angry that Kristine was trying to ruin my date with Mara, but on the other hand, I couldn’t forget the image of my spunk coating her beautiful teen face and her licking it up with gusto. In the end, my cock made the decision for me.

“Could you excuse me for a second?” I asked, “I have to go to the restroom.”

The men’s room was handicapped-accessible, that is, it was a large room with no stalls and a lock on the door. A few seconds after I went in, I heard a faint knock. My heart pounded as I turned the knob and Kristine bounded in, her perky breasts poking out from under her unflattering TGI Friday’s uniform. She turned quickly to lock the door behind her then jumped up to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Happy to see me Mr Richards?” she asked.

“Surprised is more like it.”

“But you’re a little happy?”

“Part of me is happy.”

“What part is that Mr Richards?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

She dropped to her knees and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her ample cleavage. This time, her bra was black. She looked up at me playfully as she unzipped my pants.

“Are you sure your girlfriend won’t mind?”

“Are you sure your boyfriend manitam.net won’t mind?”

“We broke up.”

I gasped as she took my cock in her mouth.

“What happened?”

She bobbed up and down for a moment before coming up for air.

“He caught me sucking his friend’s cock in the school parking lot.”

“Imagine that,” I said, watching my cock disappear between her thick, full lips.

“I guess my secret’s out,” she said, taking my rock hard cock out of her mouth, standing up and pulling down her uniform pants.

“Oh?” I asked, stroking my cock as she pulled down her black thong panties and leaned forward to support herself against the wall.

“I’m a total slut,” she said, taking my cock in one hand and guiding it into her moist pussy.

“Mmm,” I said, savoring the first thrust inside her, “you certainly are, aren’t you?”

I began to fuck her like I hadn’t fucked anyone before but my wife. I started out slow, then sped up, then slowed down again. I twisted my hips and Kristine moaned as my cock stroked unknown pleasure points inside her pussy. I reached around and teased her clit with my fingers. I slapped her ass so hard I left a big red handprint on it. I was so lost in the moment I almost forgot I was on a date and that Mara was waiting for me at the table.

“Cum for me you little slut,” I said as I sped up.

“Oh yes,” she cried, “Your cock feels so good.”

“Tell me you want it.”

“Oh yes Mr Richards. I want your cock.”

“Yell it. Scream it so they can hear you outside.”

“GIVE ME YOUR COCK MR RICHARDS,” she screamed.

“Yes, take it you little whore,” I said, fucking her harder and slapping her ass.

“OH PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE.”

She came hard on my cock, her inner muscles trembling in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” I announced, speeding up.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, coming down from her orgasm, “fill up my pussy with your cum.”

I came in a hard burst, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into her tight 18-year-old pussy. After I had loosed the last volley, I pulled out and caught my breath. To my surprise, Kristine turned around, got on her knees, and sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock. Then she smiled up at me and said “You can go back to your girlfriend now. I hope she doesn’t smell my pussy on you when you fuck her later tonight.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said, zipping up my pants and inspecting my clothing for traces of our encounter.

“Whatever,” said Kristine, “you’ve got my number. We should do this again sometime.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek, zipped up her pants and disappeared out the door. As I washed my hands I got another text message on my phone:

“I can feel your cum dripping down my leg ;-).” It said.

God, I thought, how am I going to deal with this woman?

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The warm water from the shower felt great cascading over my tanned skin. I have always loved showering, and this night for some reason, it felt particularly good. It was Thursday night, the first night of vacation in Cabo San Lucas and I did not have to rush off to anywhere early in the morning. Our arrival earlier in the day had kicked off a week of relaxation. Each year I take my wife and daughter to Mexico. However, with my wife’s passing this year, I almost cancelled. But my teenaged daughter really wanted to go and take her friends.

In the end, I brought Nicole my 18 year daughter and her best friend Bella. The girls claimed the bedroom on the 2nd floor of the villa. I took the master loft on the 3rd floor overlooking the living room. After unpacking and cooling off in the pool, we all hung out for a bit. Watching two 18 year old girls in bikinis was a great way to relax, even if one of them was my daughter. Bella’s black shoulder length hair and slim figure was a nice contrast to my fair skinned, curvy and slightly shorter daughter. Nicole had chopped her hair into a pixie cut before the trip in order to better enjoy all the time she planned on spending in the water. Both girls attracted a lot of attention, and I fought to keep my thoughts in check as I watched them. Finally the girls went their separate way and I went out to the deck to enjoy the sound of the surf. After finishing my margarita, I went indoors to wash the pool water off of me.

Everyone was finally asleep in the villa. Nicky and Bella had kept giggling until I finally turned out the lights for them. But now, their snoring hinted that they were out cold. I had left the door ajar so that I could hear if anyone called for me.

I could just relax and let the warm water do its magic on my tall, athletic frame. It had been years since I left the military, but I kept my 45 year old body in shape. I had no plans to return to the dating scene after my wife’s passing, but I did get second glances, and more than one lady has traced the outline of one of my tattoos. As I turned from side to side and from front to back I would duck my head in and out of the spray. It felt fantastic. I started to feel that familiar feeling again between my legs. My cock thickened and began to hang heavy between my legs, the circumcised head started darkening as my cock engorged itself. Yes this was one of those nights I could give myself a good stroke. I closed my eyes as my thoughts drifted from my many fantasies. Which one to choose? As my mind drifted from fantasy to fantasy my cock got thicker and thicker and hung heavier and began to rise forward between my legs.

Then I heard a noise. The telltale sound of someone walking up the tile steps to the master bedroom. I tried to listen to see if anyone was calling me, but nothing. It was then I noticed something out the corner of my eye. Some movement or something just passed the doorway. I immediately looked up. It then hit me. Shit, I said under my breath. Someone had heard the shower and had woken up. Who could it be?

Panic set in. I turned immediately to hide myself. My cock was still very heavy between my legs and it could be quite embarrassing for anyone to see me like that, obvious that I was jerking off in the shower. It was the only sexual release I had been getting recently. I glanced back toward the door and watched.

Was it my imagination? Was there someone there? If there really was, I would hope they would call out or something, announcing that they was there.

For a brief moment the thought crossed my mind that it was the wind but that thought quickly faded when I saw her through the crack in the door. It was definitely my daughter’s friend Bella. She had was hiding outside my bathroom. My head was slightly turned but I was able to clearly see her. She didn’t seem to notice me.

Moments passed and she made some noise yet again. This time when I looked, she was much closer to the door. Her gaze was at my body at first but then quickly she looked up toward my face. I hastily looked away acting like I did not see her.

My heart raced. She was definitely taking advantage of the situation and checking me out. Surely now she will call out and announce that she was there and that she was wondering what the noise was. But she did not.

I laughed it off and lightly shook my head back and forth in disbelief. My daughter’s friend was actually checking me out. Well that’s it, I figured. That was the end of it. She had gotten her little peek in and surely now she would go back to bed. I relaxed a little and turned to face the spray of water. I had yet to shampoo my hair and fully soap up and clean myself.

As I started to do so I again saw movement out of the corner of my eye. This time I only caught a glimpse muğla escort of something in the hallway. ‘Oh she must be on her way back to bed’ I naively thought to myself as I again turned my body to continue washing. But several long moments passed and I did not hear footsteps on the very loud Mexican tile. What is she doing? I was beginning to get a little impatient. I don’t want to wait forever.

Eventually I turned my head and looked directly out toward the door. Seeing nothing I tried to listen for her. Still nothing. It then occurred to me that a direct line of sight through the door was not the only way to see into the bathroom. Using the mirror above the sink you could see the shower if you stood in just the right location. It just so happened that that location was very near the stairs. I held my breath.

When she had come up from the bedrooms, she could have very easily noticed and if she had found that spot she would have a wonderful view of me standing there naked in the shower. I discretely searched the mirror for the proper angle. My heart raced when I found it. Sure enough she was there. She was hiding herself behind the corner of the wall next to the bathroom door. Seeing her I did my best to casually drift my eyes past her position as if I did not notice her. In so doing, I saw that she was not alone! My daughter Nicole was also spying on me! In spite of my attempt to be subtle, the panicked and quickly ducked back behind the corner of the wall concealing themselves and cutting off their view.

I could not believe it, my daughter and her friend were not only checking me out but they were actually spying on me. The little minxes were voyeurs! My mind was awash with thoughts as I still could not come to grips that they were actually doing this. I began to doubt myself. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me and my daughter was doing something else. I had to know for sure. I again peeked into the mirror but this time even more discretely. Yes they were still there. Out of the corner of my eye I could make out their outlines. They were still there alright and watching me intently. I began to feel awkward. It then hit me fully. I can’t possibly let this continue.

What to do… what to do, I quickly thought to myself. My heart raced even faster. I felt like calling out but something inside stopped me. Deep down I knew nothing good could come of it, busting them like that. They would feel awkward and I would feel awkward. We were going to be living in this villa for the next week. So yes it was better to let them have her little fun and be done with it. But in order for this charade to continue, I can’t let on like I know, I have to shower normally or at least try. In doing so I would have to turn and face the water at some point and time and thereby expose myself to them and allow my daughter and her friend to see me.

Knowing my daughter’s eyes were on me was a strange feeling. Slowly I turned and faced the water exposing myself to this these teenage girls for the first time. Surely their eyes were dancing over my body and paying particular attention to my large cock and balls. From their angle they were seeing me pretty much in profile with a slight angle towards them. With my cock continuing to grow between my legs I could only imagine what this all looked like to them. What was going through my daughter’s mind? She must be getting some strange pleasure from this. It must be turning her on or fascinating her in some way or why else would she stay there and watch.

I brought my hands up and ran them through my hair as I tried to act natural. As I did this I rinsed water over my face and head and I then stepped back to let the water hit me in my chest. The water cascaded down my body and over my cock and balls. It felt great. I could not help looking down at myself and again imagining how this all looked to the two girls watching me. I was consumed with the thought of these girls’ eyes on me. From their angle they would have a wonderful view of the water as it cascaded down my body to my cock where it streamed off the tip and down into the drain. Slowly I turned my body to face my daughter and her friend. My cock hung long and thick down between my legs and they were seeing it for the first time straight on. I felt myself immediately get hot as I knew their eyes were on me and on my cock and balls.

I felt my cock begin to stir and thicken. It slowly inched its way downward and then started to arch upwards. Shit, this was arousing me! I can’t possibly let myself get aroused not in front of my daughter and her friend. It is one thing to let her see me naked and quite another for her to see me getting an erection. I can’t let this happen, I can’t possibly let ordu escort myself get hard but my cock had a mind of its own. I turned to hide it from them. I began to panic. I can’t possibly shower like this Nicole and Bella will know something is up, they will know that I know. But if I turn they will see me, they will see my growing erection. I must calm myself, I must relax, I repeated quietly to myself but it was of no use.

My daughter’s eyes were on me — she and her friend knew what I had been doing. My cock had thickened and push up and outward yet further. I grabbed the soap and proceeded to wash my upper body. This was a huge mistake. My skin had become ultra-sensitive from my arousal and the feeling of my own soapy hands gliding over my chest made my cock stiffen even more. I was now fully erect. It was that quick.

Take a deep breath maybe it will ease up and go away, I told myself but I knew that this was foolish and was not going to happen. Well if I do not turn soon and shower more normally they will know something is up. Nicole and Bella will know that I know they are watching me. But if I do turn, they will also know something else. They will know something very special about me. They will know something very special about my cock and balls. They will know what my cock looks like when it is hard. They will know its size and strength, its thickness and veiny contours. They will know of my balls and their roundness and fullness and how they pull up taught at the base of my cock when I am erect.

It was then that I knew I was going to do it. I was going to turn and expose myself fully to my daughter Nicky and her friend. I was going to let them see me. I also knew I was not doing it to protect their innocence or to protect their little voyeuristic secret from me, but it was for my own want and desire to expose myself to my daughter and her friend. I had to admit it. These girls secretly watching me had stirred something inside me that was driving me crazy. My body, my cock, my mind was telling me so.

Their little secret, would become my little secret, would become our little secret. I did not care that it was inappropriate or simply wrong to be exposing myself to Nicole and Bella. Maybe it was because of these things, and my new found incestuous lust that was making me so excited. In any case the decision was made.

I grabbed the soap and began to lather up my chest as I slowly began to turn. My heart pounded hard and heavy in my chest. It seemed like it took forever to come around but when I did and my cock came into full view I heard faint but distinctive gasps come from beyond the door. They were definitely there and my daughter was seeing me in full glory. Amazingly with the knowledge that their eyes were on me, my cock stiffen yet further. It felt like it was going to explode and I had yet to touch it.

I tried to act casual but found it extremely difficult. How can anyone with a woman secretly watching him shower while he is sporting a huge erection? I had to, I had to keep up this charade. So in profile view I rinsed the soap off my chest and then worked each of my arms. First lathering them up and then rinsing them off. What an incredible turn on. My skin tingle from my own touch.

Now for my legs. Slowly I turned such that I faced them. As I did so I kept my head and gaze down, not wanting to spook them. My heart pounded and pounded. My daughter now had an unobstructed of my cock and balls straight on. I could see the outlines of both girls, I could see the obvious motion of them touching themselves – watching me. I started on my left leg first. I teasingly concealed my cock and balls from their view with my thigh. I then bent forward and did my calf and foot. As I cleaned myself I was very deliberate almost massaging myself. My soapy hands glided over my sensitive skin effortlessly.

Once finished, I started on my other leg in the same fashion. This time there was nothing blocking their view. As before, my cock and balls swayed heavily between my legs. As I began to soap up my thigh I turned my leg further out opening up my crotch further exposing myself more fully to them. I never felt so nasty and exposed in my life and I could only imagine how all this looked to them. I did my thigh first and then bent forward to reach down and did my calf and foot. Even over the smell of the soap, I caught a whiff of musky feminine scent.

It was now time for my cock and balls — and I am sure they were waiting for this as well. I was beside myself with anticipation and began to get dizzy. I felt so nasty to be exposing myself to my daughter and her friend in this way. This was it, I was going to really give these girls a show. With my crotch fully exposed osmaniye escort to them I lathered up the soap in my hands and began to massage it into my inner thighs at the base cock and balls. As I did this I pushed my hips forward and ever so slightly upward. This caused my cock and balls to turn up as well giving her a very personal view of the full length of the shaft of my cock and my swollen balls dangling at its base. I pushed my hands deep into my crotch forcing my swollen balls up even further.

My cock and balls were now prominently displayed for them, and surely imprinting an image in Nicole’s and Bella’s minds that they would never forget. What an incredible turn on! It was now time to finish myself off. I couldn’t wait any longer. I slowly worked my right hand up and around the shaft of my cock. I held it there as I held my breath. I am sure that they too were beside themselves. They knew what was next. I could hear the slick and sticky noises of their self-love from here.

Slowly I stroked down. The head of my cock swelled in size and became purple from the pressure. I almost exploded right then and there but somehow I held it off. I shuddered and I took a couple of deep breaths and then slowly and more cautiously stroked down again. I shuddered again and knew I would not be able to take much more of this. I released my cock just in time. It twitched and twitched but I held off coming. Yes I must hold off coming I told myself, I was enjoying this way too much to have it end so quickly.

I again soaped up my hands but this time I began on my balls. Slowly and very deliberately I cleaned and massaged them with both my hands. They were extremely full and quite sensitive. As I massaged them I pushed them from side to side and up and down and around and around. Even this was enough to set me off as my cock began to twitch yet again. I quickly removed my hands and watched along with the two voyeurs my cock twitch wildly.

‘Okay, enough is enough’ I said under my breath. I can’t take this any longer. I took my foot down and stood up straight and turned so my back was to the water. I was now again in profile to her but this time facing the other direction. I steadied my stance and pushed my hips slightly forward pushing my cock up and out toward the sky. I reached up and grabbed it.

This was it.

A few quick hard strokes and my daughter will see me empty my balls. These teenaged girls will see me cum, they will see me shudder, twitch, and convulse as stream after stream of my sperm shoots forth. The thought of my daughter and her friend seeing me do this excited me beyond what I knew possible. As I began to stroke I could not help finding them in the mirror. I did not care if they saw me see them.

Something inside me told me that it was safe. They would not be looking at my face, how could they? They would be focused on something else. They would be focused on my rock hard cock, my daughter and her friend would be focused on my hand as it pumped up and down on my shaft, they would be focused on my ejaculate as it shot forth for my cock.

Yes, they were there and they were watching me or, should I say watching my cock, but that was not all. Their bodies were shuddering up and down. I could not see but I knew exactly what this meant. Their hands were buried deep in their pussies and to my disbelief my daughter was vigorously fingering herself looking at my – her father’s — cock. She was flushed and the look in her eyes was intense. I would not disappoint her.

First, I called out my daughter’s friend’s name “Oh, Bella…” then one stroke, two strokes, and three quick strokes. I wanted her to know that I was thinking about her, even if she thought I didn’t know she was there.

Yes this was it.

I pushed my hips hard forward and gripped down hard on my cock. I called out my daughter’s name “Oh, Nicky…” as I exploded shooting stream after stream all the way to the back of the shower in a high arc.

My legs became weak as I continued to stroke my throbbing cock. Four, five, six streams of sperm continued to shoot forth with each pump. Finally it stopped but I kept pumping. It felt too good to stop. My cock was still hard, I could feel the veins pulse in my hand. I tried to pump some more but there was nothing left to give. Finally I stopped and opened my eyes not realizing that at some point I had closed them.

Do I dare look for them in the mirror? I decided against it. One of them may look up at my face to see my reaction, to see my satisfaction. I closed my eyes again and stepped back into the spray and let the warm water sooth me. Incredible, absolutely incredible. I turned and faced the water and proceeded to finish up.

As I toweled off, I knew they had long since vacated her hiding place. My thoughts turned to facing them without leading on like I knew. This could be quite difficult since they had just given me, indirectly, one of the most intense orgasms of my life. But I must do it. After drying off, I climbed into bed knowing that they were sleeping downstairs. What would the rest of the week bring?

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This story is pure fiction. If incest stories bother you, please do not read.

I’ve been despondent since my wife died two years ago. I have a daughter and a son, both married and living on their own. My very pretty and gifted daughter, Rose, met Roger while in college and married soon after graduating. When son, Bob, was going to college, he moved in with a very gorgeous girl named, Betty. However, they married before graduating. All four of them now have productive jobs but no children as yet. They often invite me to their homes for dinner or social activities. Although that helps me from being so lonesome, I still miss my wife and having a love life of my own. One evening I was invited to my daughter’s home for dinner. When I arrived, son Bob and Betty were there, too. After partaking in the nice dinner Rose had prepared for us, we sat in the living room to relax with after dinner drinks.

My daughter, Rose, was always the inquisitive one. She asked me, “Dad, how is your love life? Are you dating anyone now?”

Everyone’s eyes turned toward me for an answer. “I haven’t been dating at all lately. The last lady I took out to dinner turned out to be a dud, as far as I was concerned.”

“That’s too bad. I asked you to call Gladys, a lady I know. Did you call her?”

“Yes, and she couldn’t meet me because she was dating someone else.”

“Sorry, that didn’t work out for you.”

Rose turned to the others to say, “We have to do something for my lonely dad.”

Bob responded with a slight chuckle in this voice, “I think he needs a lady for an intimate relationship. Being in bed with a lady is just what he needs to cheer him up.”

Bob’s wife, Betty, was quick with a response, “Dad is a very handsome guy. I don’t know why the ladies won’t go for him. I know I would if I had a chance.”

Bob looked at his wife, “What do you mean if you had a chance?”

“Dear husband, you know I love you very much, but we’re open minded about sex.” She looked around the room at everyone. “Why don’t we tell dad the truth that we two couples share sex.” The room hushed until Betty looked at me, “You’re not my real father, but I love you just the same and I’ll be the first to volunteer to get in bed with you, that is if Bob will agree.”

Betty looked at Bob for an answer.

Bob quickly replied, “Yes, we all want the best for dad. It’ll all be in the family, no outsiders.”

I had been sitting quietly in my chair listening to the conversation and could hardly believe what they were saying. Were they actually suggesting that these two lovely women, one of them my own daughter, are willing to have sex with me?

“Wait a minute,” I said, “I know you want to cheer me up, but that is going to an extreme. If I did have sex with you, I might get you pregnant. I just can’t do it.”

Rose said in a very stern voice, “Dad, we’re going to get you out of your slump and we’re going to make you feel good. I’m on the pill so you’re not getting me pregnant.”

Betty took her turn to say, “I’ve been wanting to get pregnant and these two guys have been unable to do it. I keep thinking about going to the doctor to see if we can determine the problem. Maybe it’s just me and I can’t get impregnated. You’re a healthy man and fathered my handsome husband. Maybe I would like to get pregnant by you.”

I kept looking at these two beautiful girls and felt like I could go along with their suggestion even though one is my own daughter Previously, I could never imagine having sex with my daughter, but now I’m looking at her in a different way. She is a sexy looking grown woman and married.

“Dad,” Betty said, “I think tonight would be a good time to start making you feel better. It’s not too late for me to go in the bedroom with you right now.”

Rose butted in to say, “Wait a minute. He is my dad and I want to be the first to initiate him. I can take him into my bedroom and you two won’t have to wait around until dad and I are finished to go home. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Guess that does make sense right now,” Bob said, “Betty and I can go on home. Betty can take her turn later in the week.”

“Bob plays poker with his buddies on Wednesday night,” Betty said, “It will give me something to do while he is gone. I can go over to dad’s house where he has a big king size bed.”

I still could hardly believe what was happening. Two beautiful women deciding between themselves when they would have sex with me. I just kept quiet because I didn’t know what to say.

When the conversation quieted down, Betty looked at me to say, “Is that alright with you Dad?”

All I could say was, “Very good. I’m looking forward to it and I thank all of you. I love you all.”

Everyone started saying the same thing at the same time, “And we love you too, Dad.”

Bob and Betty got up to leave. Betty came over to me for a big hug and said, “Enjoy your time with Rose tonight. I’ll be over to your home about seven on Wednesday evening to see you. Goodnight for now.”

Once bahçelievler escort they were out the door, Rose said, “Come on Dad, I used to have a big crush on you.” She turned to her husband to ask, “What do you plan to do while I’m entertaining dad?”

“I haven’t had time to read a book I’ve started. I’ll read awhile.”

“Ok. That’s settled, come on Dad, let go.”

Again, it was difficult for me to comprehend that I was walking down the hall toward the bedroom with my daughter. I had done that many times years ago to tuck her in bed and tell her I loved her before she went to sleep with her dolls in bed. Now this was a different walk. I was beginning to get an erection watching her walk in front of me.

“Dad, lets use the master bedroom because it will be more comfortable for both of us.”

I didn’t say anything while I followed her into the bedroom. Then she shut the door and we were alone. The rest of the world was shut out for the time being.

“Dad, go ahead and start getting undressed. I have to use the bathroom a minute.”

I then started to get out of my clothes assuming she would be right back before I was undressed. Finally when my shorts came down and off my feet, I was completely nude and she was still in the bathroom, so I crawled in bed and pulled the sheet up.

Then I saw my beautiful daughter walk out of the bathroom wearing a very pretty and sexy short nighty. That really gave me an erection that was covered up by the sheet.

I exclaimed, “Rose, you are very beautiful and sexy too.”

As she stood there looking at me covered with the sheet, she said, “Dad I told you I used to have a crush on you. Do you remember Johnny Brown?”

“Yes, I remember him.”

“You told me that I couldn’t date him anymore because he was no good. I sneaked out and dated him one more time. To spite you, I let him take my virginity, but after that one night I had nothing to do with him anymore. I knew he was a no good guy and I loved you for telling me to get rid of him. I also knew I loved you and wanted sex with you after letting him fuck me. Of course, mom was sleeping in your bed and I never let you know my intimate feelings for you.”

Her confession surprised me completely, “I’m so sorry if I caused you to lose your virginity that way.”

“That’s alright, Dad, it’s all in the past but I wanted to let you know. Now I’m going to get in bed with you and make my fantasy come true.”

Rose pulled the sheet back to get in bed. That exposed my erection.

She said rather gleefully, “Dad, you have an erection already.”

“Of course, you were standing there beside the bed dressed in that see through sexy nighty. Who wouldn’t be turned on?”

“Let me get in bed and hug me good. Make love to me.”

We rolled together facing each other. Our lips met in an open mouth kiss. That caused a sexual feeling to go down to make my cock even harder. After a couple more kisses like that, I tugged at her nighty to bring it up and off over her head. Then she pressed her naked body to mine as we kissed again.

“Dad, you really know how to kiss. Mom told me you are not circumcised. I’ve never had a man that way and I’ve never seen a cock like that. I want to see yours.”

She threw the sheet back to look down. She moved her hand down to clasp my erection and began to slowly jack me.

“That is so interesting, all that skin rolling up and down. I wonder how that is going to feel in me.”

She tugged at me to get on top of her while she rolled to lie on her back. She reached down between our bodies to hold my cock. I could feel her move her hand back and forth as if to play with the foreskin. I lowered my body as she aimed my cock at her hole. She was very juicy and I was soon fully buried in her.

I asked, “Can you feel any difference between my cock and Roger’s circumcised cock?”

“Now that you are in me, I can’t tell the difference. However, your cock is bigger than my husband’s cock and it feels very good.” She chuckled when she said, “Now I know what mom got all the time.”

I started slow back and forth movements. Then she said, “You are a little heavy on me. Let’s turn over with me on top.”

We rolled over allowing Rose to be on top. Then she sat up on me which allow her shapely breasts to stare me in the face. I pulled her down a little as I raised my head to kiss her nipples.

“Dad, you are a very sexy guy and a real stud. Now I’m going to ride you until we both have orgasms.”

She started gyrating on me as I was pushing up to her. I wanted her to have an orgasm either before I did or at the same time. I had to hold back to keep from cumming too soon. Then I heard her starting to breath harder and her gyrations became more frantic. I was on the edge of cumming as she started groaning and grunting through her orgasm. Now I was spurting cum in her pussy with every jerk of my cock. I was enjoying it so much that I was bağcılar escort grunting and practically yelling. Then I became worried that Roger might hear me in the living room.

She soon rolled off of me and laid by my side. We laid there for a couple of minutes before she said, “That was great, Dad. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“That was fantastic, Daughter, dear.”

She continued, “I wanted to take your cock in my mouth to explore an un-circumcised cock. Next time, let’s take a shower and I’ll do it.”

“That will be fine with me. I’ll really enjoy that”

Just then there was a light knock at the door and the door opened.

Rose responded, “Come on in Roger, we just finished.”

“Yes, I heard your dad making noises as you were finishing. I think I heard you too even though I was sitting in the living room.”

I said, “Guess we were a little noisy, but it was very enjoyable. I’ll get up and get dressed to leave you two love bird alone.”

Rose answered with a chuckle, “Dad, I think that is a good idea. I expect Roger is ready for me after you leave.”

I got up to dress and then went out the bedroom door. Roger and Rose followed me into the living room and I noticed Rose was wearing only the thin sexy short nighty. I shook Roger’s hand and kissed Rose lightly on the lips as I left. Rose’s parting words were, “Dad, we’ll do this again sometime.”

I was tired and well satisfied when I returned home and went to bed. Evidently, I slept very good because I didn’t wake up until the alarm sounded. I laid in bed a short time to think. Did I actually have sex with my daughter or was it only a dream? Maybe it was a wonderful dream. No, it was actually true. How could I have done such an incest thing? I was beginning to feel disgusted with myself. Would Roger be angry with me for fucking his wife? Last night, he didn’t seem to mind. Then I remembered Betty said the two couples shared sex and they wanted to include me. That was a wonderful gesture to want to include me and I should be happy and proud that my kids think that much of me.

I crawled out of bed, got dressed, had breakfast and drove to my office. It was difficult to do productive work that day because my mind kept wondering back to sex with my family. I was beginning to realize I had a good future with them. Now Betty wanted to come over on Wednesday evening to get in bed with me. I kept picturing her seductive body in my mind and the thought of stripping her clothes off. Just seeing her naked would be a big thrill, but in addition to that I’ll have sex with her. I think I am a lucky guy to have a loving family.

It seemed that the time went by very slowly because I was looking forward to Wednesday evening. When I arrived home from work on Wednesday evening, I had a quick dinner, took a shower, shaved and put on after shave cologne. Maybe Betty and I would take a shower together, but in the event we didn’t, I wanted to be clean.

Promptly at seven o’clock, I heard a car pull into my driveway. I walked out the front door to greet Betty.

“Hello, Betty, it’s nice to see you again. You look rather pretty this evening.”

“I was rushed a little bit to be here by seven, but I did take time to take a shower, changes clothes and freshened up my makeup to look nice for you, dad.”

“I think you always look nice and that blouse and skirt you are wearing sure makes you look sexy. Come on inside and we’ll have a cocktail.”

Once we two were seated in the living room with a drink in our hands, I held up my glass for a quick toast, “Here’s to us in our new relationship. I want to thank you for being so kind to me.”

“I call you my dad because I love you and you have done so many thoughtful things for Bob and me. For instance, you gave us a considerable sum of money for a down payment on our house. We would still be living in that small apartment if you weren’t so kind and sweet to help us. You have done so many good things for both us and Rose. It’s time we helped you out of your loneliness.”

“I helped you and Rose without any thought of something in return, but your gift of giving yourselves is wonderful to me.”

By the time we finished our drinks, Betty said, “We both have to go to work in the morning, so let’s don’t sit here very long. One drink is enough for me because I have to drive home.”

Betty and I had been sitting facing each other. She got up, kicked off her shoes, walked bare footed to sit on the couch with me and put one hand on my leg near my crotch. That gave me a tingling feeling that started giving me an erection. I put my arm around her and turned to face her. Our lips first met in a light kiss and then immediately meshed again for a very sexy kiss. Then the hand she had on my leg moved to rub my growing cock in my pants. As I kissed her again, my hand massaged her breasts through her blouse. We broke the kiss and she started removing her blouse then her bra. I complimented ümraniye escort her, “You have beautiful breasts.” One of my hands roamed over her bare breasts, then I leaned over to kiss her nipples.

I raised back up to face her, “I think it’s time to go in the bedroom.”

We got up and walked down the hall. As we entered the bedroom, I said, “You mentioned you had a shower before coming over here and I just had one, too, so do you want to shower again.?

“We’re clean enough, I think, let’s get in bed,” Betty said with a smile.

Betty unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Now I watched as her panties were pushed down to expose her beautiful naked body, then she slid in bed under the sheet. I shed my clothes as fast as possible and joined her under the sheet. We kissed some more as our hands roamed over out bodies. I was wondering if she would take my cock in her mouth.

I didn’t have to wait long before she said, “I’m going to see what you have down here.”

By now the sheet had been pushed down and practically off the bed. She clasped my cock with one hand and slowly jacked it.

She commented, “Rose called me to say that you had not been circumcised. I just had to take a look.”

Then I felt her lips circle the head as she continued to slowly jack my cock. I watched as her mouth went down to envelop a few inches of my cock. That gave me such a good thrill to see this beautiful lady go down on me and I knew if she kept it up very long, I would fill her mouth. About that time she removed her mouth to jack it a little and watch the foreskin roll up and down.

She looked up at me, “That is very interesting. I wonder if will feel different in me, I mean different than Bob’s cock. Rose told me on the phone that she couldn’t feel any difference when it was in her.”

I didn’t realize the two ladies had discussed my cock that much, but I guess since they trade off with each other’s husband, they can discuss most anything about sex.

Since she was so curious about my un-circumcised cock, I said, “I’m going to scoot down in bed a little more to give us room, then you get on top of me in the six nine position.”

She didn’t comment as we got into the position I suggested. Now I could see pussy and ass close up. I thought she had a cute puckered ass hole, so I preceded to lick my tongue over her pussy lips and on up to lightly lick over her ass. As I did that, I could feel her ass pucker. Evidently she liked that.

I couldn’t see her mouth on my cock, but she was sure giving me some thrills. Again, I didn’t want to cum too soon and had to concentrate on not cumming. I couldn’t control that very good when I was much younger, but now with age, I had better control.

I was licking and sucking on her delicious clit and noticed she was acting as if she might have an orgasm. I concentrated more on her clit and soon she was pushing her pussy harder into my face and started making noises. This caused me to nearly start cuming in her mouth, but I was able to hold it. I wanted to wait and fuck her.

Her body soon became very relaxed and her breathing was very slow and soft. After we laid in the position for maybe five minutes, she whispered, “I want this hard thing in me.”

“I was just waiting for you to say something like that.”

I continued to lie on my back as she turned around and sat up on me. She raised up, aimed my cock and slowly sat down. That felt very good to me. She started making small movements.

Then she said, “That orgasm you just gave me was very good. Now I want to get pregnant.”

I hadn’t thought of that since the other night. The two guys had been trying to get her pregnant without results. Could it be that I could father her child? Another thought came to my mind. I fucked my daughter the other night. Could I get her pregnant even if she is on the pill? I doubt it.

She was making my cock feel very good as she had control fucking me. I kept pushing up to her in time with her movements. I kept thinking about the possibility of getting her pregnant. My cock was about ready to burst since she was so sexily grinding into me. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back any more, she started yelling, “Oh….make me pregnant.. Make me pregnant…” Her orgasm came on strong as my cock was spurting my potent sperm into her womb. As we were coming down from our highs, I wondered if I had made her pregnant. It would be a few more weeks before we would know for sure.

When our breathing became normal again, she laid by my side. “Dad, I want you to fuck me some more a few nights from now. Maybe this weekend. I really would like to have a child.”

“What would my son, Bob, think if I fathered your child?”

“I had already agreed to come over here to get in bed with you, but later he encouraged me to have sex with you on a regular basis to try to get me pregnant. He thinks your sperm would be better than going to a sperm bank.”

Now I realized she was desperate to have a child and they wanted me to fuck her often. However, if both of the guys can’t get her pregnant, I probably can’t either. But I’m going to enjoy trying.

I slipped my short on while watching Betty dress. As we walked into the living room, Betty made a casual remark, “I’ll probably get home before Roger and that will give me time to clean up some more. I expect he’ll want sex..”

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