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Living a dream.

Tom was wide awake, dreaming of Olga, but actually having his seemingly always erect cock wanked and sucked by Vera, her short hair moved as a wave, as she wanked him with one hand and massaged his testicles with the other and sucked four or five inches of his hard rod into her warm wet mouth, her eyes were fixed on his face, her eyes were bright with lust and want. She was devouring Toms cock, endeavoring to take it all in her slobbering mouth and throat, she looked possessed in her pursuit. Vera couldn’t get him all in.

Changing position, straddling his chest, giving him to a close up view of her rear end, her puckered tight anal opening, her perfect mature wet pussy, encouraged him to it seemed greater hardness, to almost steel like, as Vera continued her effort to swallow him whole. Toms sensitive knob end was getting every nuance of her tongue on his glans, driving him to his climax.

Still Vera couldn’t engulf him fully. She stopped, raised her bum so she was up from a crouch position, lowered her head so her mouth and throat was roughly at right angles to his horizontal tense expectant body, then she slowly swallowed him fully, gagging as she did, a salivary stream of spittle flowed from her mouth, over his balls, thighs and the bed, she flexed her knees to force the up and down throat fuck, in reverse position of a seal eating fish being offered from above, her nose rhythmically prodding his full again ball sack, she gagged less as she got into a rhythm, constricting her throat around his solid member on the up stroke, relaxing it on the down stroke.

The delight of the oral sensation and the wonderful view on Vera’s body in action, her toned, slightly muscular legs, her shapely flexing bum, her tightening and relaxing anal ring matching her movement, her wet dribbling inviting under carriage, puffy pink lips, open ready for his cock, he tried to hold back but the inevitable happened, he exploded, unloading his come in Vera’s throat, causing her to gag and splutter, she swallowed as she let him out of her mouth, come and excess salivary mucus, flowed from her all over Tom as he shuddered to completion.

Vera turned on him, gasping but kissing him hard giving him a healthy mouth full of his come and her salivary spittle which he had to accept, her wet face brushed over his as she took hold of his still hard cudgel and impaled herself on him, the fluid soaked flesh on their organs lubricating them as she slid down his rod, biting her lip and whimpering as she did. Vera fucked Tom for all her worth, straining every sinew of her body, possessed to come, fucking him hard, her eyes red and dewy from gagging, her mouth wet and slack from taking him all in her mouth and throat, she looked a slutty mess. Tom held her tight and fucked her in bursts from below, several prolonged spurts of sexual energy and her riding him hard, got her over the precipice of ecstasy, climaxing forcefully. He followed, coming again, he didn’t understand how he managed it. She moaned in pleasure, thanking him, praising him, kissing and weeping all at the same time, an extraordinary display of raw sensual sexual outpouring, the like of he had never experienced before.

After a few minutes rest for Tom, Vera while cupping her come filled pussy with her hand and keeping her legs together as much as possible, awkwardly pulled him from his bed into her and Eileen’s bedroom, the adjoining bedroom.

Tom was astounded to find Eileen, naked, tethered by chains attached to each corner of the lovers over sized bed, one chain attached to each limb, making her spread-eagle in the middle of it. Eileen was breathing heavy, twitching, trembling occasionally.

Vera still cupping her pussy, in an attempt to retain Toms deposit in her cunt, straddled over Eileen’s head and removed her hand. The sticky fluid dripped into Eileen’s mouth, drip by drip for a few minutes, She tried to lick the remainder from her lovers cunt, but Vera kept her moist sticky pussy lips from her straining reach. Eileen was enjoying the cocktail of juices, savouring them as she pushed them around her mouth escort bakırköy with her tongue having given up on Vera’s tempting pussy. Then she swallowed the sperm and pussy juice and smiled. Vera repositioned herself and was boobs to boobs, tummy to tummy thighs to thighs, pussy to pussy with Eileen who tried to kiss her, but wasn’t allowed to. Tom was enthralled at what he had witness, his well used cock had amazingly revived again, it stood out from his body, hard as steel, throbbing with his pulse. Vera beckoned him pointing to her rear end which she raised in readiness for him. “Fuck me Tom, fuck me hard, fuck me now, fuck my bum.” She implored him.

Tom got onto the bed and positioned the head of his cock at the moist puckered entrance of her anus and gently leaned into her bum hole that beckoned him. His first anal fuck. She reached back gripped a bum cheek in each hand and opened herself to give him access. Tom dribbled spit from his mouth on to her resisting anal ring, he’d seen it done in porn films, it must help he thought, it did a little, it was a tight fit, he eased his rock hard cock past her sphincter a little at a time dribbled more spittle on their junction and slowly he got more cock in to her taboo hole. Vera was holding her breath till he had got past the most resistance, then he was in, inch by inch he slid into her hot soft as velvet hot anal passage. He liked it, liked it a lot, his cock, his eight inches was fully in her bum, his thighs were against hers, his groin settled against her trembling bum cheeks. Through gritted teeth Vera said “yesss…he’s in my bum Eileen, right… in, it hurts, but, but oh god… its great, fuck me now Tom.”

As Tom picked up pace, slipping in and out of Vera’s hot soft anal canal, her clit bumped and grazing on Eileen’s engorged nub. Once in a rhythm the three of them were getting pleasure from the coupling and contact. Vera got very vocal, between deep French kissing Eileen, “get me off” she demanded of her, “I’ve sucked him, fucked him and now he’s buggering me, oh god, it’s fucking amazing …” she kissed her forcefully, Tom was enjoying fucking her bum hole, gripping her hips, plumbing her anus deeply and relentlessly, “that will teach you dirty whore, fucking him without me, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck I’m coming.” Eileen still tethered and squashed beneath Vera and Toms bodies, was trembling and shaking as she started to climax too, Tom came, shuddering to his core as he shot what little come he had left into Vera’s bowels and as Vera kissed Eileen really hard she came with shuddering spasms shocking the three of them with the intensity of it, clamping Toms cock like a vice with her anal muscle, Breathless they all swore heatedly as they reached their sweaty body racking climaxes.

Tom pulled out of Vera and slid to Eileen’s side and Vera panting excitedly, slid onto Eileen’s other side. They kissed above Eileen sealing what they had shared.

“Are you going to clean him up whore,” Vera tersely asked Eileen, “lick his cock clean after it’s been up my bum fucking me?” Tom wasn’t sure Vera’s bad attitude to her lover was real, even as she twisted both nipples causing Eileen whimper in pain or pleasure. “Sixty nine her Tom, fuck her face and lick her fanny, don’t come though she doesn’t deserve anymore sperm.” Tom didn’t think he had any more come to give. He was hard but his balls were empty.

Vera sort of pulled and positioned him above Eileen, who still being tethered could not move, she forced Toms soiled cock into Eileen’s mouth, as Tom licked a her meaty cunt lips which were dripping with her juice. After a little defiant show Eileen slavishly slobbered on his cock, cleaning him enthusiastically.

Eileen carried out her ‘forced’ task enthusiastically considering her initial reluctance, Tom was not going to come again, Vera had forbid him to ejaculate in her mouth, he couldn’t have, although he wanted to. Eileen was getting more out of this than Vera anticipated, rolling orgasms engulfing her and her juices flowing from her, as Tom sucked, licked and prodded escort bahçelievler her over sensitive clitoris and labia with his tongue.

Vera excited by Eileen’s pleasure, stuffed three fingers into her cunt, finger fucking her wet hole, coming violently.

They ran out of steam more or less together, slowing down and stopping, gasping, breathing heavily, smiling, pleased with their satisfied state.

“I’m not sure I should release you slut,” Vera teasingly informed Eileen, “you look great chained, I might leave you here all day, to be able to sit on you face whenever I like, or not… .” “Vera unchain me please, I need to wee… ” Eileen said showing some desperation.

Vera smiled at her, “come on Tom let’s shower together, then we’ll let her pee, leave the door open, the sound of water running will drive home to her what a slut she is.”

After showering with Vera, Tom beat a hasty retreat to his room, leaving the two of them to play out their games. He dressed and went down to breakfast, it was just gone eight o’clock, he mused if he could cope with the demands of living here, he was drained already and the day had hardly begun. He heaped a plate with everything presented for breakfast, he was ravenous, having missed dinner and the energy sapping before breakfast escapades.

Olga joined him sitting at the dinning room table with a plate of healthy options. “Good morning Tom, you don’t look like you’ve had a good twelve hours sleep at all.” Smiling as she started to eat.

Ashine appeared carrying a tray of tea and coffee and gave him a cheery, “good morning stud, tea will it be.” Tom refused the bait and just nodded. “When you get a minute I need a job doing Tom, I need my hole filling.”

This caused Olga to laugh heartily and Tom to nearly choke on his food.

Tom quickly finished his breakfast and left the dinning room and the leering Ashine and Olga. He drove the pick up to the workshop. He spent the day there, forgoing lunch, tidying up the work area and keeping out of the way.

That evening he followed house etiquette and showered next to the boot room, he got dressed in his own room and shot out of the rear of the house to the pick up, he drove out of the farm via the Veterinary Surgery car park and to the main road. He took the road to Kinsale, arriving ten minutes later in the sleepy town. He found a service station and filled the pick up’s tank with diesel.

The girl behind the counter passed him a sheet to sign as there was a fuel account with them. Tom was expecting to have to pay. “You must be the new maintenance man, what’s the T stand for,” she asked pointing at his signature. “T for Tom” was Toms answer. “I’m Morvan, it’s good to have someone new around here, if you fancy a night out here’s my number,” she smiled as she passed him a piece of paper with it written on. She was a slim pretty girl of eighteen or nineteen, attractive without the need of much make up, beautiful eyes, an open face and attitude. “I’ll give you a call, you can maybe fill me in this place and my predecessor, when is best for you Morven, what night is best?”

Not one to hold back, Morven replied quickly, no need to call, tomorrow at seven, I’ll meet you here.” She enthusiastically replied, smiling broadly. Tom thought she was hot, young and seemed keen. They said their goodbyes and Tom got back in the pick up, leaving to explore the town with a quick drive around, it didn’t take long, about ten minutes. Kinsale seemed a nice place to him, tidy, upmarket, not to commercial for a seaside town.

He parked and got out of the pick up, stood looking at the harbor and contemplated his situation.

Nice home, great food, lots of sex, surrounded by seemingly willing women, a job, use of a vehicle, nice place, new adventure… the niggle in his mind was keeping up his sexual stamina, he was only just recovering for his pre breakfast session with Vera and Eileen… . Could he cope with all the fucking, would he be cast aside if he couldn’t perform. Since he met Vera and Eileen he escort zeytinburnu had more sexual experiences than the previous five years. From famine to feast. He decided he needed to pace himself. How he wasn’t sure…

He made the short return to the farm, getting back just before eight, right on time for dinner.

On entering the dinning room he was greeted by Eileen, she was pleased to see him and kissed him fully on his lips, Vera hugged him and kissed him continental fashion, a kiss on each cheek. Ashine and Olga were there too both dressed for dinner, both in full length dresses, both immaculate in presentation, make up and hair perfect.

Eileen explained, Ashine and Olga had dinner with them fortnightly, to ensure they knew how they were an important part of their life. They both smiled at this remark, taking the opportunity to hug and kiss Tom, Ashine very enthusiastically to the amusement of the others. Bridie and Megan served dinner, which passed quietly, general chatter about the farm, the town and Tom telling them about his day in the workshop, his trip to fill up the pick up and the look around the town. “Did Morven serve you at the petrol station?” Ashine asked him. Tom confirmed she did and added, “she seems very nice.” Ashine smiled, “she’s my sister.”

Toms heart sank, he had arranged to meet Ashine’s sister the next evening, he feared this could become a problem. Thinking quickly he told her, “She’s offered to show me Kinsale tomorrow evening, do you want to help her Ashine?”

“If you want me to, I’ll come, along with Morven.” She replied, causing the others to smile at her innuendo.

The food was excellent, potato and leek soup, Rack of Lamb with vegetables, apple pie and cream and cheese and biscuits to finish. A couple of bottles of red were consumed. Bridie and Megan who substituted for Olga and Ashine serving flirted with Tom and he learned that they were dinner guests to on occasion too.

After dinner Ashine who said her goodbyes to everyone with hugs and kisses, was picked up by taxi to take her home.

Olga was like me a resident, with Vera, Eileen and I she enjoyed a coffee and Brandy in the lounge as Bridie and Megan cleared away, after which they wished us goodnight and left for home.

Around ten o’clock Vera and Eileen suggested that we all went to bed. Olga clung on to Toms arm, following Vera and Eileen, as together the four of them walked up the wide marble staircase to the first floor. Without a hesitation Olga guided him to follow her employers into their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

Vera and Eileen got into a passionate clinch, Vera’s annoyance with her seemingly gone, their feelings for each other were total it seemed, they gazed into each other’s eyes longingly, oblivious to Olga and Tom watching them, or so it seemed. Their voyeuristic pleasure was complete as Olga and Tom watch the two lovers strip each other naked and continue their show of passion for each other. It was hot to watch.

As they got on the bed and they kissed heatedly, Tom and Olga stood at its foot, excited by Eileen’s worship of Vera’s body, her kissing and sucking her beautiful breasts, her travels down her toned body kissing everywhere till she centered on her vagina, slobbering, sucking, kissing and prodding her with her lips and tongue. Vera was gripping the sheets tightly in excitement as she rode out the pleasure she felt from her lovers administration, she writhed and moaned repeatedly.

Tom moved behind Olga who was panting in excitement as she watched, with both hands on her hips he pulled her against his hard cock, she pushed back in response, he kissed her neck, causing to her gasps, nibbled her ear making her moan.

Vera and Eileen were lost in each other, their lust making them oblivious to their audience, the onslaught on Vera’s pussy got her into a massive climax. Eileen moved around and straddled her head presenting her moist cunt to her lover, which she wasted no time in devouring.

Tom indicated his room with a nod to the door to Olga, who by now turn on so much she had her hand up her dress, rubbing between her legs, Tom was cupping her boobs. He edged her to his bedroom door, quietly opened it and they slipped into the darkened room.

Tom closed the door, lit a bedside lamp and ushered Olga to the bed. She hitched up her dress to reveal her pantie less perfect rear and bent over the bed. “You fuck me now!” she demanded.

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After a four-year stint in the Army, I declined Uncle Sam’s invitation to make it a career and returned home to my family and friends. We celebrated my homecoming with a back-yard barbecue attended by the entire family and a few old friends. My mother and father were there, of course, as were my two younger twin sisters Molly and Holly and my younger brother Jack. My beautiful sister Molly was a bartender and Holly was a student in her first year of college. They shared an apartment a short distance away. Jack still lived at home and worked in my father’s hardware store.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of my sisters. They had been beautiful when I left home, but they had truly bloomed in my absence. Although not identical twins, they looked very much alike. Both were a little over five feet tall and their curvaceous bodies weighed hardly more than a hundred pounds. Molly’s lovely face was framed by a wreath of short, curly blonde hair. Holly’s blonde hair was long and straight. She caught me staring at her and flashed what I took as a flirtatious wink.

I quickly adjusted to my new life. Like my brother Jack, I went to work in my father’s hardware store. Jack and I had big plans for opening a lumberyard next to the store. He and I had always been good friends. Many brothers squabble and even come to blows, but we had never had a fight. One evening after closing the store, we stopped off at Dave’s Tavern for a few cool ones. It was there that Jack made a shocking confession.

Jack was usually a light drinker, but that night he was putting them away. He said that he was celebrating the bank’s approval of our loan for the lumberyard, but I suspected it was something else. After watching a few innings of baseball and shooting some pool, we took a table and ordered burgers. “I’ve got to get something off my chest,” he said. “You have to promise me that you will stay calm until you’ve heard the whole story.” I promised. “I’ve been banging Molly and Holly,” he said. I nearly fell to the floor! I thought I had misunderstood and asked him to repeat himself. “I’ve been screwing our sisters.”

If we hadn’t been in a public place, I probably would have knocked him on his ass. I had always been very protective of my sisters and wouldn’t stand for anyone harming them. Now my brother was telling me that he was fucking them. “You’re joking, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I’m not joking, Danny. I didn’t seduce them – they seduced me.” There was a pause in the conversation as the waitress served our food. “Molly walked in on me while I was jacking off in the shower. When she saw how big my cock was she said she wanted to give me a hand. I was mortified and told her to get out. She told Holly what happened and they teased me without mercy. They flashed their tits and asses at me every chance they got. They made it very clear that they wanted me to fuck them.”

I could hardly believe my ears. He wasn’t kidding. He had really done it! “They called me one day at the store and said they had blown a fuse at their apartment and didn’t have electricity. I grabbed some fuses and went over to fix it. When I got there, they called me into the bedroom. I went in and found them sucking on each other’s pussies sixty-nine style. No healthy man in his right mind is going to walk out of a lezzie show. They told me I could watch, so I pulled up a chair. They saw giresun escort the bulge in my pants and told me I could masturbate if I wanted to. I took my cock out and the next thing I knew they were on their knees sucking it. They went back and forth until I shot my load in their mouths. I figured as long as we had gone that far, I might as well fuck them, too. I did them both, and, man, it was great!”

My initial anger had been replaced by a burning desire to know more. “They are going to want you, too,” he said. “I told them you’re hung even better than me.” By that time I had a throbbing hard-on. “Does anybody else know?” I asked. “No. Just you, and you can’t tell anybody.”

“Well, I guess if you want to continue your sexual relationship with them, there isn’t much that I can do about it. I’m not going to get involved, though. I’m not sure that I could fuck them even if I wanted to.”

“Oh, come on. Are you telling me that you have never thought about fucking them? That’s a load of crap. I jacked off hundreds of times while thinking about it. Now most of the things I did to them in my head, I’ve really done to them. I’ve even fucked their asses! Believe me, once you see them naked and rubbing up against each other, you won’t have a problem getting it up.”

I could hardly think of anything else for days after Jack’s confession. At night when I lay in bed twirling my baton, I tried to visualize Jack sandwiched between my beautiful sisters. The prick-teasing started immediately. One Saturday afternoon I was mowing the yard wearing only a pair of brief shorts. When I saw the impish grin on Molly’s face as her car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for some serious teasing. As she walked toward me, she swung her hips to and fro like a street-walking whore. She walked right up to me and said, “I just love a hot, sweaty man. Why don’t we go in the garage and have a little fun?” Then she brazenly lifted her shirt to expose the finest pair of tits that I had ever seen and rubbed them against my hairy chest.

Jack came out of the house with a can of beer in each hand. “Hi, Jack, honey,” Molly said. “Seeing your big brother dressed in hardly anything has made me real horny. Want to go in the garage and play?” Jack handed me a beer and then they walked hand-in-hand toward the garage. I went back to mowing the grass, but Molly’s behavior had so distracted me that I could not concentrate and was in danger of losing a toe. The idea of my brother and sister fucking just a few feet away really blew my mind. I had to get a look. Then I remembered the small window above my father’s workbench at the rear of the garage.

I left the lawnmower running so they would think I was still cutting grass and made my way to the back of the garage. I slipped into the tall bushes and worked my way through them to the window. I spit on my fingers and made a little peephole through the layer of dust. They were fucking like two animals. She was bent over a table with her shorts around her ankles and he was fucking her from behind, slamming into her so hard that I could hear his belly slap against her beautiful ass. Each time he rammed her, her sweet cheeks jiggled as though they were filled with Jello. I freed my swollen cock from my pants and began to administer first aid.

Jack yalova escort was fucking Molly so hard that each thrust drove her up onto her tiptoes. When her bestial howls became so loud that they could be heard above the hum of the lawnmower, he handed her a leather work glove to bite down on. Molly came hard. She clawed at the table and tossed her hair from side to side. Then she suddenly went limp and Jack had to grab her hips to hold her up. He pulled his cock out and stepped back as she spun around and fell to her knees. Their timing was almost perfect. Before he could get his cock in her mouth, his first spurt splashed against her flushed cheek. Jack tilted his head back and bared his white teeth as he shot his load into his sister’s hard-sucking mouth. I jacked my load onto the wall.

I stuffed my twitching cock back in my pants and rushed back to the mower. Molly and Jack came out of the garage with big grins on their faces. The freshly-fucked slut came straight to me and pointed at the gob of cum on her cheek. “Do you know what that is?” she asked. I ignored her and continued mowing the grass. My half-hard cock made a big bulge in my pants, but if she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

Holly and Molly were relentless in their attempts to seduce me. I began to understand why my brother had finally given in to the saucy sirens. They flashed their beautiful tits and asses at every opportunity. Jack also attempted to recruit me into their little sex club. One of his favorite ploys was to tell me in detail about some new perversion the three of them had cooked up. For example, he once said, “They pressed their boobs together and I banged between the four of them.” I tried not to listen but I couldn’t help myself. One Friday as we were closing up the store, Jack said, “I’m going over to have some fun with the girls tonight. Why don’t you come along.” As always, I declined the offer.

That night I lay on my bed stroking my cock as I watched a porno tape featuring a man and two women. “Jack is probably doing some of the same things to Holly and Molly,” I thought. “Why should I lay here like a big loser and jack off when two beautiful women want to fuck me. I’ll just pretend they aren’t my sisters and give it to them.”

Ten minutes later I had my finger on their doorbell. “Who is it?” Molly’s dulcet voice drifted through the door. “It’s Danny,” I answered. The door swung open and my beautiful sister stood naked before me with a broad grin on her face. “You’re just in time. Jack just shot his load prematurely and I’m desperate for a real cock instead of a strap-on.” Jack and Holly were stretched out naked on the bed. Jack had cum so recently that his big cock was still oozing and twitching. Holly had a big dildo strapped to her belly and was apparently getting ready to finish what Jack started. As I began undressing, Molly pointed out Jack’s cum running down her thighs. Holly promptly crawled between her legs and licked it up, then she stuck her tongue right into her sister’s freshly-fucked quim and scooped out more.

As Holly sucked her pussy, Molly watched me undress. “Wow, you’re even bigger than Jack,” she said, as my hard cock came into view. Holly made way for me and I mounted my horny sister. Holly giggled as she grabbed my cock and planted it squarely in her yozgat escort sister’s cunt. One shove and we were incestuously mated. Her warm snatch was slick with Jack’s juice and her own. Molly promptly locked her legs around mine and grabbed my ass. “The Army really made a man out of you,” she hissed. “Now give it to me good and hard.”

I turned my head and watched Holly sucking Jack’s cock to get it back up. She looked delightfully slutty as her head bobbed and twisted on his pole. Before it was fully hard, she straddled him and impaled herself while Molly held it up for her. Jack was content to remain on his back sucking her fruity tits for awhile but he obviously preferred to be on top. Without disengaging his cock, he rolled her onto her back.

Jack and I matched each other stroke-for-stroke. The girls soon began to huff and puff as our cocks sawed away at their pussies. Their moans and groans grew louder by the minute. Jack clamped a hand over Holly’s mouth to shut her up. Molly gagged herself by chomping down on a pillow. She was bucking so hard that the only thing keeping me in the saddle was her legs clamped around my waist. “OH, FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” Jack cursed. It couldn’t have come at a better time. His partner’s feet straightened out and pointed at the ceiling as orgasmic spasms rippled up her legs. Molly’s cunt Kegeled my cock as an orgasm shook her petite body. I shot what felt like a pint of cum into her.

My first terrifying thought as I rolled free was that I might have impregnated my sister. I was very relieved when she said that she and Holly were both on the pill. After a rest and some very skillful cock-sucking to polish our erections, I fucked Holly and found that she was every bit as lively as her sister. I had never been with a woman who came as easily as they did.

For several months, the four of us had sex together in various combinations of threesomes and foursomes. One night while having a threesome with my sisters, Holly said something that shocked me to the core. I had just given her a string of fuck-orgasms when she gasped, “My God, you fuck even better than Daddy.” I couldn’t believe my ears and asked her to repeat it. Realizing that she had committed a faux pas, she refused to say more. I decided not to tell Jack about the incident.

One Saturday night we were having a hot foursome and I was fucking Holly and Jack was fucking Molly. We had just finished and were on our backs gasping for air when the doorbell rang. Molly went to answer it. “Hi, Daddy,” she said. “Come on in and join the party.” Jack and I bolted upright and looked at each other through wide eyes. I felt woozy as the blood drained from my head. Before I could react, Dad was standing in the doorway with a grin on his handsome face. “I figured since we all knew what has been going on that we might as well get everything out in the open,” he said.

Dad casually removed his clothes and mounted Holly. The impatient slut grabbed his big cock and stuffed it into her pussy. His grin widened as he pumped in and out of her. “Whoever slopped you up did a good job,” he said. “That was me, Dad,” I said. Dad really knew how to use his cock. He varied the angle, depth and rhythm of the thrusts so that she never knew what was coming next. “Oh, Daddy, you are such a wonderful fucker,” she moaned. “OH, YES, THAT’S IT, DADDY, DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP, UHU..UHU..UHU..I’M CUMMING!” Dad continued fucking until she had a second orgasm, then he mounted Molly and gave her the same treatment. The five of us sucked and fucked until our cocks wouldn’t get hard. In spite of his age, Dad kept up with Jack and I. I learned a lot about sex by watching him in action. I’m still learning.

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The rain throws down on our front path. I haven’t dressed for it and my green spaghetti strap dress clings to me as I make the dash from the car, carrying my bag of shopping. My red hair sticks to my face and cold rainwater runs over my skin as I unlock the door. Quietly because I want to surprise you.

I don’t call your name but listen – trying to hear where you are above the sounds of the storm from outside – and think I hear movement upstairs. I leave footprints on the hard floor and a trail of water. At the foot of the stairs, I hear you more clearly. You are talking and I wonder if you are phoning your daughter.

I have this idea, then, of sneaking behind you silently and sliding a hand between your thighs. Making you cum as you talk. So I climb the stairs, biting my lip as I do. Imagine your warm, velvet wetness on my fingers, the firm swell of your clit under my pads. But as I reach the top of the stairs I realise your phone is laid out dark on the landing. I can hear you though: indistinct, murmured words. What are you up to?

I follow the sound of your voice – don’t I always? – and it leads to the bedroom. The door is closed. I put my ear to it. Listen and then suppress a giggle. You are watching porn lover: your murmurs are pleasure, back-tracked with breathy sex noises. Not like you, I think. I am the one who gets turned on by watching that stuff. Not usually you. I put my hand on the door handle and crack it gently. The noises get louder, clearer, as I slip inside, to see what you are watching.

You moan then, loud. But he is the one I see first, not you. A big guy, muscled, with close-cut hair and clean-shaven. His naked body covering your petite form. He is writhing over you, panting and you are – I see you now – pushing against him, your slender legs wrapped around his hips. Taking him. My world tilts, I watch from the doorway, escort ataköy dripping on the carpet.

He has you tied with the cuffs we bought and blindfolded with the scarf we use together. The cuffs rattle the headboard as he thrusts into you. I hear the wet sticky sounds of his cock pushing into your pussy. My mouth is dry, I can’t breath. I am fixed to that spot, in this moment. Watching you enjoy this strange man in our bed.

As I watch, he slides one hand up and strokes your throat the way I do it. His penis is long and glistens wet from you as he slides it out. It hangs over your mound and you squirm like a hungry thing for it, trying to retrieve it. Then he freezes as he sees me, there. And I have a split second to react and just put my finger to my lips. Shhh.

“Don’t stop,” you purr and for a moment the handsome man’s blue eyes look to mine for permission. I nod. He enters you, a sweeping hard thrust that bounces you on the bed and makes you gasp. You are smiling, lustful and giggle with pleasure. I hate that sound you give him but I love it too. You are cheating on me in our bed. So why are my nipples hard through my dress, drawing his eyes?

I set my bag down on the dresser, trying to be silent. He glides in and out of you and I can see your legs tightening, trying to communicate what you need. He does not see it like I see it though: your want. That you are not getting what you need. Thinking, urgently, I use one of your lipsticks to write a message to him on the mirror. HARDER. FASTER.

His eyes widen and for a moment I wonder if he will comply. But then a fractional nod and a hard thrust that lifts your core off the bed. Our reward a deep rolling “ohhhhhh” that sounds like it escaped from the depth of your soul. He nods more certainly and pounds you now, grunting escort şirinevler and sweat breaking on his skin. Your thighs loosen and fall wider, as he finds the perfect pace. I watch, closely.

The sound of sex fills the room, heavy and breathy. My body responds and I bite my lip to stay quiet. Your lover’s eyes are on me, even as his cock shakes your body. Your toes curl. Your back arcs as you shove your hips against him. I wonder if you hear the noises you make. My heart pounds in my chest.

I reach and tease one of the wet straps from my shouder, slipping my arm from it so my breast falls free. The other follows and I step naked from it. Lover boy looks me over. He drives hard into you and you gasp as the cuffs tear at your wrists. His eyes move across me and mine across the two of you. Your pert little tits shake as you ride him. I blow him a kiss, pouting my lips, and step forward a few steps, to the edge of the bed.

He raises a hand and cups my face and I turn and suck his finger. All silent, all subtle, so that you do not even know yet you have been caught. He smiles – handsome smile, square jawed and sparky eyes – and I take his wrist. Guide his fingers over my collarbone, to my chest and across my breasts. Trying to communicate with my eyes. He squeezes my breasts and the energy flows through my nerves to my brain and into my clit. I feel it pulse and breath a little harder. I worry then that you will find our little secret.

But I need not worry because right then your body shakes and you cry out – lips parted and your tongue pink between white teeth. Your cuffs rattling and I see what he feels, the pulse of juice sliding down his shaft and dripping to the bed. I put a hand to my lips: a silent shhh. And I sink softly to my knees in the carpet by the bed, hearing the wet escort halkalı slap of cock in pussy. Hearing your pleasured moans. The sighed “no” as he pulls out and slides off the bed to feed my mouth.

My lipstick leaves an exagerated kiss around his head. His meat tastes of you: musky and sweet. I lick you off him and almost giggle as I hear you say, “Where have you gone?” I trace the veins of him – God, you have him pulsing, primed – with my teeth and he gasps. I flick my eyes up at him and wink. “Are you done with me already? I want your cum.” A breathy neediness in your voice.

“I’ll be back,” he says, “I just want to look at you.” His eyes dance between us. My hands run up his sweaty, ripped thighs and curl round to hold his butt. I keep sucking until I taste the heavier, manly smell of his cock under your perfume. Bouncing my head now. Do you hear that, love? The sloppy combination of drool, cock and pussy in my mouth. I scratch his skin and he moans. His whole being throbs in my mouth, against my tongue. I open my throat and push on until my lips kiss the base of him. His big hands grab my wet hair and pull. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

“What was that?” you say.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

I slide off his cock – mouth connected to the bouncing head by strings of precum and saliva. I lean in and lick the sensitive spot under his shaft. Tip of my tongue. Once, twice. Three times. Kiss the the eye as he spasms and releases so it fills my mouth. Sticky and heavy. I grin and gesture with my eyes and – praise be – he gets the message and pulls from me, holding his shaft and jerking so the next spray lands pale and long across your thigh and mound and stomach.

“Did you just jerk off on me?” Your voice that flirty giggle I adore. I let his cum run down my chin and drip onto my tits as I collect my wet dress and slip silently out of the room. “I hope you still have the energy to fuck me some more before she gets home.” I hear your words as I head downstairs.

I sit for the next hour on the lounger by the picture window, cum and rain dry on my skin. The sounds of your pleasure echo through our home. And I know I will ride your face tonight until I can barely stand.

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They had fallen asleep just from the comfort of being in each other’s arms. In terms of satiation what they had consumed was just an appetizer; or the taking off of the edge of mad desire.

Dipti had just taken the first few steps in reclaiming her son Ajay from the influence of his aunt (her co-sister: that would be her husband’s brother’s wife). The aunt, Shobha, had taken the nineteen year old boy in a night of happy mistakes, when she entered her nephew’s room and proceed to fellate him thinking it to be her husband. She realized the mistake very early, but it was too late from the point of view of the boy’s unbridled lust having been unleashed. What followed was the woman satisfying her lust with a stud, and the boy having lost his virginity to the mature loving woman that was his aunt.

Dipti had noticed the coming and going in the night, and when Shobha confessed to what had happened, Dipti had felt the stirrings of a shameful lust for her own son. What was meant to be just a look at her son’s sleeping form, ended up with her intending to masturbate him. And what has started as masturbation ended up with her going down on him and stroking and sucking him to cum. And then they had fallen asleep. The son had suckled his mother, and in the comfort of her arms drifted off. The mother had slept but torn between wanting more and wanting to stay the night.

Ever since Ajay had fucked his aunt, his cock would not subside. He had one prolonged erection which would recede only after he masturbated and within a very short time, it would be back again, swollen and demanding. Now, the very next night after his time with his chachi (aunt) his mother had pleasured him. That was a few hours ago and the testimony to that passage of time was his rejuvenated erection. He awoke, and realized he was in bed with a woman. That woman was his mother. When she had entered his room and taken his cock from his fist into her own hand, he had in his drowsy state, imagined it to be his aunt. When he discovered it was his mom he wanted to move away but his mother had taken him to a level of pleasure which was easy to succumb to.

As he lay there thinking of the events of the previous 24-odd hours, being taken by two women, his cock became raging hard in its state of arousal. His mother lay on his arm, her back to him. He turned towards her and snuggled up to her, his chest rubbing against her back and his arms going around her front. He remembered the aroused nipples that he had sucked as he snuggled in her arms before falling asleep. His hands cupped her breasts and his fingers found those nipples. He tugged at them and stroked the flesh, palming the nipple time and again. He hoped it would cause his mother to stir; maybe she would wake up and fuck him. He wanted to feel the woman, her wetness and her fucking.

He pressed close to her ass and aligned his cock along her ass and humped her through their clothing. He simulated fucking her, rubbing his cock against the fabric of her nightdress. Slowly he tried to lift his mother’s gown but it was pinned under her. She stirred in her sleep and reached behind as she caressed his head.

“Beta, kya kar rahe ho?” she murmured. (Son, what are you doing?)

He kissed her ear and opened his mouth to say something, but he was at a loss for words. What could he say; that he wanted to fuck her? He thought it better to just kiss her and so he proceeded to give her ear a wet kiss. Dipti sighed as she felt the warmth and the arousal that his mouth caused. Her hand found his hand and she led his fingers to her crotch. She raised her upper leg, knee bent, giving him access to the waiting pussy. Ajay ran his fingers on the furry patch of hair. He tried to delve deeper but the hair was an obstruction and the young man had neither the experience nor the guts to go beyond and discover.

Dipti held his fingers and guided it still closer, her hand showing his fingers the edge of the crevasse. She pulled open her own flesh and stuffed his hands in, the initial wetness helping him prod further. She felt soft and he was afraid he might hurt her by trying to push in harder. Then the boy’s hand swiftly moved away and he came at her from behind, between the legs under the ass and probed the same lips from bottom upward. He found a less hairy end of her cunt, and more wet and his fingers crept up the valley, going deeper as he climbed higher. Now his fingers entered the wet inner pool but it was middle finger which was ideally positioned. It slid in and the boy finger fucked his mom.

She gasped and wangled her legs to a wider position, the cunt gaping open and hardly fulfilled by a single finger sawing in and out. She moved her knees close and squeezed her thighs together, and it gave her immense pleasure as her flesh closed in on that one invading finger. And she flapped her knees open and shut like that several times, feeling the pleasure from the movement.

Ajay leaned on his elbow and reached over his mom. He knew she wanted izmir escort more than one finger and he was now able to slide in two fingers into what was clearly a far more juiced up cunt.

“Oh beta!” sighed Dipti, pulling his face and turning to kiss him with an open waiting mouth.

He raised her leg now and his cock nosed her ass, staining her flesh. The son angled his cock to try entering mom from behind. She gasped at the audacity of the boy. She reached for his cock from between her thighs and directed the head to her cunt lips. She reamed her cunt with his wet cock, painting herself with his juices. He angled himself more, searching for the way in. she held him there when the angle was right. “Now push,” she whispered. It did not even cross her mind that she was about to commit the ultimate act of incest. Ajay gripped her breast with his lower hand which was still wrapped around her chest. His other hand held his cock even as his mom made sure the trajectory of the missile was right. He thrust forward and sank into his mother’s flesh with a shudder.

“Oh ma! You are so wet, so delicious, so exciting!” he gasped as he slid in deep and settled into her womb. His hand was now on her hip, pulling her close to him so as to embed him as far as he could. He could feel that there was more to go deep into her, but he seemed able to only fuck with the first part of his cock. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnhhhh! Beta, chod mujhe, fuck me!” pleased his mother.

The boy was shocked at the language but he could relate to her uncontrolled desire. He held his mother’s hips and fucked her hard from behind.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, betaaaaaaaaaaaa! Isn’t this what we wanted, my son, my love, my dearest?” she sobbed with pleasure. She could feel his fullness more than her husband had ever driven into her. But from her waking to her fucking was very quick and she wanted more control. She raised herself a bit and drove her ass back at the cock now firmly wedged between her legs. She pounded back and he pounded into her. They both grunted and squealed their pleasure and their effort at the fucking they were giving each other.

“Take mom, take. Tumhe yahi chahye than na?” he wailed, hammering away, enjoying the pleasure of the vast expanse of her skin which was caressing him in this position.

Suddenly, Dipti got too aggressive and the cock slipped out, the wet pillar smearing itself on her ass. “Haaaaaieeeee! No. Come back, here, here, take me!” she pleaded thrusting her ass back at him holding her legs apart, the upper one well in the air.

The inexperienced lad groaned as he thrust and shoved in vain. Then he pulled his mother back till she was flat on her back. Dipti held up her legs, knees bent in the classic missionary position that she had been used to taking for her husband. Ajay got between her legs. Once again, he needed help. Dipti reached between them and grabbed his cock, slippery and slithering with their juices. She guided the cock to her cunt and quickly her hands raced to grab his shoulder and ass and take his thrust in.

Ajay looked down at this mother’s crazed face, the night gown wide open at the chest and large breasts lying flat and shimmering in the lights of the night. Somewhere, the necklace signifying her married status, the mangalsutra glinted in the reflections of night. He thrust forward and groaned loudly as the cock slide straight in, deep into the hot bubbling chasm. Dipti wailed her acceptance of the manhood in her with a loud “Haaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh! Haan beta, haan! Uh. Uh. Ha- uh. Huh. Hai! Yes!” she grunted with every animal thrust from her son.

He was wider, harder and more muscled than his father, she thought, bizarrely. The pleasure was amazing, with the excitement brought on by illegitimacy only greater. Her finger nails dug into his shoulder, his back and his ass as her hands raked her young lover’s body.

Sweat dripped from his forehead on to her body as they continued to fuck. She twisted and turned her hips. She felt open and accepting. Fluids gushed down the love channel and the bed below them slowly but surely grew damp.

Ajay leaned forward to suck her breast. The combined effect of being sucked and fucked was too much for her. The biting at the breast led to tingling at the cunt. She exploded in one round of hot fluid orgasms as her body wracked and wriggled; every pore in her body exploded.

“Oh! Betaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” she blabbered, unmindful of the night and the noises it carried. Equally unmindful, she dug her nails into his ass and back deep enough to make red marks on one side, and draw blood on the other.

She pulled him down and hugged him to her, her face in the crook of his shoulder and head and she laughed as she felt her cunt tremble and fibrillate around his pulsing cock.

He was far from over and that she knew. And she knew how she wanted him to finish. She held him kahramanmaraş escort so close and cupped his ass so tightly that the only movement he could achieve was by wiggling his ass and humping her without moving his body.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh! Beta. Let mummy show you how,” she whispered to him. And then she proceeded to stroke his back and hold him close calming him down. She could feel the still –twitching cock rest inside her. She let it be. There was lots to teach the young man. And lots to take given that she was not getting enough of what she wanted, and she just had redefined the meaning of that word: “wanting”.

When he had calmed enough, she pushed him off. The young man rolled off his mother and was on his back. His arms were already outstretched as he prepared to receive his mother. He knew she would be riding him now and he was aching for her wet sheath to close around his cock again, quickly. Quickly! Urgently!

She looked down on him lovingly. Her Ajay! His hands were on her arms. She pushed him back and pulled the nightgown off over her head. And there she was, poised over him in her full naked glory. Her breasts hung, somewhat slouched but full and promising nevertheless. His hands were now on her bare shoulders, pulling her to him. He reached up with his mouth and tongued her breasts. They were long laving laps from his tongue, as if he were eating a cone ice-cream. She shivered in pleasure and threw her head back and pulled his head to the breasts, ever so ready to feed him.

The other hand reached down and gripped the soppy mess of a cock. It needed drying off. She gently pushed him back and kissed his chest, and tongued his nipples. Then his stomach and as she reached there her hair fell over his cock, staining her hair. She smiled; she would need quite a detailed bath in the morning, including washing her hair. A corner of her mind reminded her to do this before she came face to face with her husband in the morning. She used her night gown to cover the upward thrusting pillar and wiped him with a couple of thrusts. The boy winced as this proved a bit rough and painful.

The cock shrank a bit with that only to find itself smothered in her lips. She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, her sheer inexperience at this overcome by the extreme desire to please.

Ajay’s body was wracked with pleasure as he threw himself about, holding her head to his cock not letting her stop when she was ready to stop. As soon as she tried to lift her head off, she felt his hand restrain her head and she went into another bout of mouthing him. Her tongue focused on the head as she swirled him about.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, yesssssssssssssssssssssss!” moaned the thrilled youngster. Now his mother raised her head and looked up at him; his eyes were shut and he was clearly ready to cum. She held him in her fist, not willing to leave the cock unattended.

As she straddled his body she knew that his enslavement to her had to be done methodically. She kneeled on one knee and placed her other leg outward so her body was completely open. She held the cock firmly to her lips and when she had him wedged at the entrance, she sank down. Ajay raised his head and leaned forward with a loud “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yes! Fuccccccccccccccccccck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” he shamelessly used profanities to express his wild state. This was the same woman who had chastised him for years on language and manners.

She rested back on her heels, his cock firmly lodged in her womb and held his face in her hands. “Look at me,” she ordered him. Her hips continued to rock gently, the cock never missing the stroking of her flesh. She did not want him to feel desperate. Ma was here to take care of his every need and she wasn’t about to tease him.

“Who am I?” she asked, rocking gently, feeling the upper cupped chamber of her pussy slipping over the cockhead back and forth.

“Ma?” he stammered, unsure of whether he could describe her in such terms at a time of such intense desire and satiation.

“I am the woman to whom you have looked for everything for all these years, right?” she drove her point as she leaned forward a bit and took all her cunt down the full length of his cock.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Yes! My every need, ma! Yes!” he panted. His hands went to her ass and tried to pull her down and hold her there. He needed that sheath covering him, stroking him and he tried to gain command over the rhythm.

“You are not going to look at another woman for your sexual needs again, understood?” she raised her hips, and when poised over the aching cock, thrust down hard.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Boy! No, no, I am never going to need another woman in my life!” he thrust upward jabbing at her cunt with a few sharp thrusts of relief.

Now she leaned forward holding her hips comfortably over the cock so each could fuck the other, and her hands were positioned manavgat escort over his head so that her breasts hung over his face.

“Take what you need from your momma, okay?” she smiled down at him, the look on her face a mixture of kindness and lustfulness, in offering herself thus.

His lips reached her breasts and he started to suck on the nipples. Dipti shivered as she felt the nipples react and send tingling signals down to her cunt. She continued to rock gently back and forth as they fucked in the unhurried manner of a couple that had all night.

She balanced herself, a bit awkwardly on one hand, but found it necessary to massage her own mass of fleshy breast and feed the nipple to her boy. He sucked on it greedily, quickly replacing her hand with his own and meeting her need for being touched. He kneaded and massaged her breast and milked it into his mouth. His hips continued to thrust upward. Between her sliding down and his fucking up they managed to keep each others heat at bay or at least, at a manageable level of desire.

Now she sat back on this thighs giving him space to sit up. His cock popped out but it was necessary for her to get her legs around his hips and allow him to sit up. As he sat up his cock pressed against her belly. She looked down and saw the head, reddened and furious pressed between them. That exactly was where it was when she was riding him, she thought, except that it was inside her. She looked into his eyes and smiled. Raising herself a bit, the cock quickly nestled back in her and now she rocked back and forth on his lap. The cunt slid over his cock again and again. Ajay had no control on the way his mother was squeezing every drop of his desire out. He tried to raise his knees but it dropped back under her weight.

“Ui maaaaa!” she gasped as the effect of this move by him lifted her up gently but dropped her back with ferocity and she slammed down on the cock. Her teeth dug into his shoulder as she took her pleasure and Ajay repeated the maneuver a few times. Dipti held his shoulders and tried to pound down on him to conquer the marauding cock. Mother son battled thus for a few sweaty minutes, with grunts and moans dominating the proceedings.

When the limbs needed rest, both settled back into rocking. The boy looked down and saw his mothers breasts pressed against his chest, caressing him as it were.

She now kissed him gently. Close mouthed, small and several all over his lips and face. She then hugged him close.

“Who is Shobha?” she asked him, coming back to complete her re-scripting of his sexual history.

He grinned at her. His cock swelled perceptibly at the import of the question. He fucked back at her. “Who?” he asked.

“No one, right?” she looked back at him with an intensity that defied description. But the fury of her fucking him with the rapid thrusts of her hips told him that she was someone he was to forget.

“She was to bring you to me. She has done that and now she is gone,” replied Ajay.

“Yes, gone. Forever. Now it’s me. And you,” she concluded triumphantly.

She pushed him back. As the boy fell back she raised herself off him. She reached down for his cock and pumped it with her fist a couple of times. Then she descended on him with her legs closer together and her cunt muscles clenched. The cock had trouble sliding up but the juices flowing from her rapidly eased the task. She shivered as she felt that thickness once again.

Yes, Shobha was right. The boy was uniquely endowed. But she was going to keep him all to herself. She resumed fucking in right earnest plunging over the cock again and again.

“Come beta! Fill me. I am there to take care of you and every thing that you have to give!” she huffed as she exerted herself.

The breasts were flapping. The son did not know what to say in reply. He held her breasts in both hands, using them in effect to hold her up. The effect on her was electric as he mashed the breasts into her chest and rotated them.

“Unhhhhhhhhhh! Ha! Yah! Uiii maaaa!” she shuddered. Her face was screwed up in a look of intense pleasure. She pounded him mercilessly.

“Come beta, come! Fill mamma!” she pleaded.

The words did it. The stud youngster could have fucked her more, he knew it, and she knew it. She smiled at that thought. Unlimited pleasure lay there for her to take when she wanted, as she wanted. But they had both heard some door banging somewhere. Neither wanted Gopal to come and discover the wild animal incestuous ness in his own house. It would end many things; of all of those, the lust crazed woman and youth did not want this to end.

And so the lovemaking, no – the fucking, had to end. Ajay stopped the thrusting, allowing his mother to finish him. His eyes were closed. He alternated between holding those breasts and reaching up to lick them.

When the orgasm came, it started as a meltdown which grew into a roaring shot of cum as he blasted upwards. His mother, while she knew this was coming, was still surprised with the warm blast that spread inside her. “Oh!” she went. Her cunt had spasmed a million times this last hour or so and she had lost count and record of what she felt and how much of it she had felt. She reveled in the thrusts and jerks as the boy released his semen and surely – sperm, into her womb.

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I feel so wild and wicked. Middle of the afternoon, bent over the dining room table, lost in swooning feelings of pleasure as a hard cock is pounding into my pussy. With every deep, hard, deliberate thrust his balls collide with my clitoris. I’m pinned to the table in a perfect position. I couldn’t get up not that I want to. I don’t want this to stop. I want more and harder.

There was no courtship to this, no slow work up, no time for thinking. It started with a sudden passionate embrace from behind. His hands captured me by the sides of my waist and pulled me a little backwards into him. As his strong muscular arms closed around me sliding his hands across my abdomen it triggered the most lustful acceptance of his advance. I felt my face flush, my legs go weak and a moistening in my pussy all at the same time. His hot breath on my neck and the touch of his lips made me lean my head backwards closing my eyes. I could feel my nipples erecting pushing against my silky blouse.

I tried to turn and face him but he made it clear that he had other ideas. His arms gripped me a little firmer making it impossible for me to turn. I could feel his body pressing firmly against me. The bulge pressing into the dip between my arse cheeks left no doubt as to what was to come.

His hands moved up to undo my blouse buttons as I reached round to unbuckle his belt. This had been unexpected and now my hart was racing, I could hear and feel every beat of my hart, feeling so aroused, my breathing so deep and fast I was almost panting. Willing doesn’t describe how I felt, yes I was willing but so much more than that, I was in need.

My blouse was slid off my shoulders and pulled down my arms before I could even finish undoing his belt buckle. The blouse discarded on the floor as I was guided to the dining table. My hips pressed into the table by the force of the body pressing into me from behind. His forehead slid down the back of my neck and as he became level with the top of my shoulders pushed me forward. I didn’t need much encouragement, I could see this unfolding in my mind escort arnavutköy and the picture was looking good to me. Such clear sexual imagery in my mind just fuelled my excitement. As I collapsed down onto the table I felt my skirt being flicked up and over my waist. A strong hand applied enough pressure onto the middle of my back to make it clear that this is where I am to stay. This felt so sexy, I was so ready and so wanting. My pussy yearned to be invaded.

A very brief pause during which I could hear a flurry of clothes hitting the floor. I was relieved to discover that the foreplay was unusually short. One hand returned to my back confirming that I was intended to stay in this position. To comfort my position I gripped the far edge of the table with both hands. This took some of the weight off my feet. I felt a hand exploring the top of my leg and tracing the rounded shape of my arse. I parted my legs wide, I knew that in this position it would make for easy access to my lips and my clit. This was obviously taken as the invitation it was intended to be.

The hand traced down my arse, the fingers pressing gently against me forcing my labia between them, the naughty thumb pressing firmly against me tracing circles around my anus as it passed by. As the palm pressed against me I couldn’t help the groans of pleasure as the fingers reached all the way forward and tugged on my pubic hair . I felt the presence of something else, soft, hotter than the hand, this was just what I wanted, what I need, what I felt like begging for. I didn’t dare utter a word for fear that if he knew how much I wanted his hard pulsing cock inside me he would hold back and tease me. The fingers parted my lips gently but firmly as I felt the smooth hot head of his cock press against them and slide all the way forward to tease my clitoris.

He pulled back enough to guide the head of his cock to the entrance of my pussy and then gently pressed his way into me. I love the feeling of his cock expanding my pussy as he first enters. escort fatih Short thrusts to begin with. In just a little and then all the way out as his engorged cock stretches me to my fullest. So dripping wet and ready, it doesn’t take him long to penetrate me with his entire length. This is everything to me, I need the feeling of being full, I’m lost in a world of ecstasy feeling him thrusting in and out of me. He knows just what to do to get me really excited, he varies the depth and the speed, sometimes teasing and tormenting. Each time he thrusts into me I try to grip his cock as tight as I can. I want to keep it there, its for me and I don’t want it to go.

His strong hands tenderly but firmly massage my back and shoulders intensifying my pleasure and keeping me pinned down at the same time. I find the restraint such a hot turn on. It is totally clear to me that I can go nowhere.

Now his need has obviously become as urgent as mine. The thrusts are long and deep. The speed has become faster and faster. I feel the tension rising inside me that means I don’t have long before an orgasm is going to tear its way through me. I try to ignore it, Try to make it go away but it gets stronger and stronger.

There is a knock at the back door and I hear the door open.

“What the fuck?” I muttered muffled by my panting.

“Hi Sharon!”, I heard Tracy’s voice shout from the kitchen.

“Don’t you fucking stop! Fuck me, fuck me, it’s OK. Fuck me faster, harder.” I blurted out distorted by panting and grunting sounds.

This was all too much for me. I felt my pussy start cramping into an orgasm as Tracy looked around the corner and straight at us. She looked shocked but fixated, I could see a sudden flush of colour in her cheeks but she seemed unable to move her eyes away. I was unable to speak as the most intense orgasm that I have ever had exploded its way through every muscle in my body.

My face contorted into weird expressions with my eyes tightly closed that are only possible during orgasm. escort beşiktaş I couldn’t help my physical reaction to the orgasm as my legs contracted. I lost all control to the orgasm as my mind and body surfed on the waves of pleasure. My knees came right up under the table, my feet right up to my arse but I was held firmly in place . His hips pressed into my arse keeping his cock buried deep inside me. His cock twitched and tugged at my contracted pussy muscles as I felt spurt after spurt unloading from him deep inside me. Each twitch triggered a new wave of pleasure that flowed through my body.

The orgasm may well have only been a minute or so but it seemed like a long time and felt like the only important thing in the universe. As he withdraws from me and it subsides I feel my body overcome by total relaxation. A peace, a calm that is almost spiritual. I feel exhausted. My legs hang down from the table, not really taking my weight. The rest of me lays flat on the table top, overcome by the influence of gravity. I can feel every part of me still radiating heat. I could easily fall asleep, as I lay there my eyelids slowly roll open and my eyes focus.

I feel a sudden surge of adrenaline as I comprehend the form still watching from the doorway. It passes round my body feeling like needles touching my skin. The relaxed feeling is gone in a nanosecond and replaced by total embarrassment. As Tracy saw me looking she vanished out of sight into the kitchen.

“Don’t go!” I said, struggling for breath, trying desperately to sound composed as I scrabbled around getting clothes back into place. We looked at each other with big guilty smiles on our faces.

I heard Tracy say “I’m really sorry, I did say I would come round this afternoon. You did say to just come in. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“It’s OK Tracy. I’m sorry, its my fault, it’s OK really.” I blurted out unable to help the giggle in my voice.

Pulling the rest of my clothes straight I looked round the door into the kitchen. Tracy was leaning against the counter with a face that looked beetroot red.

“Coffee?” I asked.

Tracy looked at me, burst into a big smile that broke all of the tension and said “I’ll make it, don’t think you have the energy left.”

I could feel my cheeks colouring again as I smiled and shrugged.

“I’m jealous, that looked amazing.” she said deliberately avoiding looking at me.

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Susan had been frustrated. She’d split up with her boyfriend 2 months ago. They’d been going out for 6 months. Before him, she’d been a virgin, and although she’d explored her body, she’d never made herself cum, and certainly never been looking for sex. She was an 18 year old innocent school girl back then. Bob had changed all that. By the time they’d split up, she thought she’d become a nymphomaniac.

Soon after their not-so-amicable break-up, she’d felt those familiar urges, that until now, only Bob’s 6 inch monster, (or she thought then), cock could satisfy. Oh, she’d tried to use her fingers. She’d even bought a vibrator. It felt nice, but not the same. She couldn’t get away from the fact it was plastic, and not real live, hard, pulsating, flesh. Mmmm.

Eventually, she turned to porn. She’d had to persuade her dad to let her have an internet connection cabled up to her room. Once done, she was able to better fill her fantasies, whilst using her plastic friend.

Inevitably, her mind started to wander. She started reading stories on . Some of them blew her mind. When she next got a boyfriend, she was definitely going to test some of those new ideas out! She’d been getting a lot of spam lately inviting her to look at explicit video chatrooms. The sort where you can see anyone else who’s showing publicly, and also go private, either with the message or video. It became more & more appealing to her. She decided it couldn’t hurt.

Gone were the days of innocence. She used the nickname ‘Showmeyourcock’. She was inundated with requests for men to show what they had for her. She loved it! Although she didn’t have a cam, most of the blokes were so horny and desperate, they were glad to wank and cum for her. She couldn’t get enough of seeing the cum spurt out of the piss holes of all sizes, shapes and colours. She’d been reluctant to taste Bob’s cum before, but now she regretted not trying it. The next cock she had, she’d definitely try it. To her, it was all about the cock, now. There may have been a man attached to it, but it didn’t really matter right now.

She’d been feeling the need to give something back. Yeah, right! She wanted those horny guys to see her fingering her sopping pussy. If she’d thought more about it, she might’ve thought it was maybe because she wanted to prove she was a woman, not just a bloke pretending to be one. She also missed the compliments about her body. She wanted them to make her feel sexy. It wasn’t enough for her that she could see all the cocks she could ever imagine, (and also more than enough that she wished she could forget — those wrinkly dirty old men — ugh!)

So she bought herself a webcam. It didn’t cost much & was a nightmare to install. She’d done it all herself, though. So noone else knew about it in her family. Her Mum had been telling her to get out more, so she didn’t want to arouse their suspicions anymore than necessary.

She got right into performing for her admirers straight away. She’d decided to set up her own room, to see how many were just watching her. She had over 100 within 5 minutes of showing some cleavage. The board was going crazy & she gave up trying to keep track. She was tempted to block the private messages, but she was getting too carried away with her performance. She’d wanted to tease them, but got lost in the moment & was soon naked & fucking herself with her dildo. Her screen was full of hard cocks. Every time one would explode, she’d send the owner a quick thank you, then move onto another.

She’d meant to only show her body, but ended up showing them her face several times. Who cares? They’re all on the other side of the world. Then she couldn’t stop cumming. The cocks on her screen had all cum by now & closed their cams. She gave up trying to keep track. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the moment. As she came down, she decided that was enough for the night. Hopefully she didn’t make any noise!

She said it was time for her to go on the board. She came out of the room, but stayed online for a short while longer, reading the sexy messages she’d been left, closing them as she went. After about 10 minutes, she was about to disconnect, when she received another message from someone called English_Hunk.

‘That was incredible, Susan’

Any excitement left in her body vanished. Who the fuck was it?

‘Who’s that?’ she said. She wasn’t stupid enough to reveal her identity.

‘Oh, only an admirer.’

‘Ok.’ Must’ve been a lucky guess, she thought.

‘Bob was a fool to dump you.’

Fuck!!! ‘What are you talking about?’ Keep calm.

‘Just that. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.’ Too right, she thought to herself.

‘Will we be seeing you performing on here any time, soon, then?’

Up until a moment ago, she would’ve been tempted to go back the next night. But now everything had changed. She couldn’t let someone who knew her see doing that. She couldn’t let her reputation be tarnished at gümüşhane escort school!

‘No, I think that was a one-off.’

‘That’s a shame.’ ‘It’s a good job I recorded your 15 minutes of fame, then.’

OH MY GOD!!! ‘You what?’

‘I thought it was such a good performance, someone should keep a record of it.’

Then she lost it. ‘You fucking wanker! If you show that to anyone!’

‘You’ll what?’

She was stunned into silence. What could she threaten him with? He had all the cards. She’d have to play it by his rules for now, until she could find a way of finding out who it was, or better yet, getting the video deleted. ‘What do you want?’

‘Well, for a start, you won’t call me a wanker again. I think you’d better do what I say from now on. It would be a shame if the video was accidentally emailed to your Mum, teachers and friends, wouldn’t it?’

All the blood drained from her head. How could this have happened? & why did it have to happen to her? ‘You’re serious?’

‘I’m just an admirer. That was a great show, Susan. Yes, I am serious, though.’

‘What do you want me to do, then?’

‘That’s more like it.’ ‘This doesn’t need to be difficult. It’s just a bit of fun. You like fun, don’t you?’

Maybe she could go along with it. He’d probably want to have sex with her, but was that so bad? ‘Yeah, I like fun.’

‘Much better.’ ‘I want you to give someone a blowjob. On camera, so I know you’re really doing it.’

She sighed. She knew this was coming. It didn’t make it any easier. ‘Fine. But then that’s it. I want you to delete the video after that. Deal?’

‘You haven’t even asked who it is, yet. I promise that I’ll delete that video once I see you swallow Geoff”s cum.’

Geoff was her younger brother. ‘You’re joking?’

‘No, dead serious.’

‘No way. Anyone but him.’ This nightmare was just getting worse & worse.

‘There is no negotiation. Either you suck him off in the next hour, or I email everyone.’ That was it. She had no choice in the matter.

‘Please! Don’t do this. I’ll do anything else. I’ll fuck you if you want. I’ll fuck anyone else. But not him.’

‘Don’t try my patience. The choice is yours. I’m making this easy for you. It’s not like I’m making you show the video in the public room.’

She started crying. This couldn’t be happening. The only way she could go through with this was by drinking. ‘I don’t have much choice, then. I guess I’ll have to do it.’ She nearly called him a wanker again, but held off.

She remembered seeing a bottle of red wine downstairs & decided the sooner she drank it, the sooner she could get this over with. ‘What if he says no?’

‘Don’t worry about that. Just get him in your room & let nature take it’s course.’

‘I don’t believe you, but, fine. Give me some time, then.’

This was surreal. She pulled on her dressing gown. She was too upset to bother to get dressed again right now. She sneaked downstairs, trying to avoid make any noise, or attract any attention. Noone was around which was a good thing. She began to wonder how big Geoff’s cock would be. She couldn’t believe she was thinking it, but very shortly she’d see what no sister was ever supposed to see & do what no sister was supposed to do. I wonder what cum really tastes like? I wonder what his cum tastes like? I wonder if I’ll like it

She was already accepting the situation. Her pussy had become moist again. She couldn’t believe her body was betraying her like this. It wasn’t like she wanted to do this, though. In a way, thinking that made it far easier to deal with. Perhaps it also helped to stir up her emotions. Being a submissive had always been a fantasy for her. She’d never had the opportunity to try it out, though.

She took the bottle up to her room, & started swigging it while looking at the computer, amazed at the predicament she found herself in. Within minutes, the bottle was half empty. Her vision was already blurring. She felt the room spinning around her. She was ready.

She went out into the hallway & knocked on Geoff’s door. Her nerves were a lot calmer now. She heard some rustling from his bedroom. ‘Yeah?’ She heard him say.

‘It’s Susan. Can we have a chat? In my room?’

‘Why? What is it?’

What could she say? She hadn’t really thought about she could explain it. ‘If you come into my room, I’ll explain.’

‘Ok, if you say so. Give me a minute.’

She went back into her room, leaving her door ajar & turned the webcam back on, putting it in private. She made sure it could see the whole of the bed. She left English_Hunk a message to say that the password was ‘wanker’. She thought that would be appropriate.

Just then, Geoff came in.

‘Oh, Geoff, hi, thanks for coming on. Shut the door.’ He followed her instruction.

‘What’s up?’ He asked.

‘What’s up? Oh, well…sit down on the bed hatay escort — no not there, there’, pointing to where she wanted him to sit. He gave her a funny look, but did as directed. ‘I need to…’ she couldn’t bring herself to ask him. She was nervous as hell. A sweat was breaking out on her forehead. She glanced briefly in the direction of her desk, and therefore webcam. She realized she was out of view.

‘Is everything ok? Geoff asked.

She decided to sit down next to him. ‘Erm, sort of.’ Before he could comment, she decided to press on. ‘Geoff, I need to you to trust me. I really need your help with something.’ She couldn’t tell if he was perplexed, scared or something else — his expression was unreadable. ‘Can you do what I ask without question?’

‘Erm, I guess. It’s not illegal is it? He grinned.

She managed a small smile back. It helped to lighten the tension a little. She had an idea. ‘Please don’t tell Mum. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I want to practise something & I couldn’t ask anyone else.’ That’s better, she told herself. More convincing.

She steeled herself. ‘I really want to know what it’s like to kiss a guy.’

‘You’re kidding, right? You’ve never kissed a bloke, before? What about your ex?’

‘No, not kissing on the lips, kissing down lower.’ She let him take a few moments to twig.

‘Oh, ooohhhh. Am I understanding you right? You want to know what it’s like to give a bloke a blowjob?’

She got nervous again. ‘Erm, yeah.’

‘& you want me to help? But why me? I’m your brother. I’m sure that’s supposed to be wrong.’

‘Please — look, if I just did it with some random bloke, it would soon get around & I’d get a reputation. My life would be ruined!’

‘Is it really that important to you?’

‘I asked you to trust me. Yes, it’s really important to me. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,’ she said seductively. A part of her brain was screaming at her — what are you doing flirting with your brother? That part was becoming insignificant, though, as she got turned on. Part of the turn-on was down to the fact she was going to give a blowjob. Part of it was down to the taboo of the situation. That small part of her was also yelling — you can’t let this turn you on, it’s wrong!

‘Take your trousers off, Geoff.’ As he complied, she got up & locked the door. She went back & knelt down in front of him.

‘I’m only doing this because I want to help you, ok?’

‘Oh yes, absolutely. I really appreciate this.’ How could this be happening? She managed a smile for him, though. As he sat down in his white boxer shorts, she knew there was no going back now. She noticed an erection tenting his underwear. ‘Well, at least I don’t have to get you ready,’ she chuckled to herself. She was also enjoying the view. She was telling herself, it’s just a cock. Focus on the cock. Such a big one, too, by the looks of things. She noticed a wet patch around the spot where the underwear was tented. She looked up into his eyes, as she pulled the elastic down over his cock.

‘Fuck me, Geoff, it’s a monster!’ She’d never seen anything as big before, at least not on cam. He was as big as the biggest she’d seen on any pictures on the web. This was definitely a good thing. Although quite how she’d fit it in her mouth was going to be another matter. She did some calculations in her head. ‘It must be 10 inches long & over 1 wide.’

’11 long & 1 ½ wide, actually,’ he said smugly.

‘Wow! The last time I saw this, was when we were still kids & Mum would make us bath together.’ Geoff just sat there, grinning, enjoying the attention.

‘It can get a bit awkward when I get turned on,’ he laughed.

‘I bet. Is it ok if I…you know?’

‘Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?’ He said with mock honesty.

She reached one of her delicate hands to touch the skin. It was warm. She reached around at the middle section, but her fingers wouldn’t reach the whole way. Without realising it, her mind was wondering if it would somewhere else other than her mouth. Imagine what it would feel like…’Mmm’ she said out loud.

‘Sorry?’ Geoff asked.

‘Oh, nothing, my mind was wandering. Ok, I hope this is ok with you, but I’m going to kiss it, now.’

‘Ok, whatever you say.’

She leaned down, still holding his cock firmly with one hand, pulling her shoulder length brown hair back with the other. He was uncircumcised. This was a novelty for her as well. Bob had been cut. She could see moisture at the tip. As she got closer, she pulled the skin down, until it was tight & she could see his piss-hole. She kissed the tip with puckered up lips. They got all sticky with his moisture.

‘Call that a kiss?’ Geoff asked.

‘What? This is my first time,’ well sort of, she said to herself. He wants a kiss? I’ll give him a kiss then. First off all, I want to see what he tastes like. She dabbed ısparta escort her tongue on the tip. She swirled it round her mouth a little. She decided it wasn’t too bad, really. Something about it, too, really felt very nice. Must be the hormones. But, oh, must have more of that!

This time, she gave him a full swipe of her tongue. She carried on lapping until he was relatively dry. She looked up into his face, but his eyes were closed, and his head tilting back slightly. She smiled to herself. Part of her felt some pride for making him happy.

She carried on licking down to the bottom of his pole. She could now look sideways up towards his face, but his eyes were still shut. She looked toward the camera. She realised that the majority of the time, only her head could be shown, so she moved around slightly, to give the camera a better view. She imagined looking into her blackmailers eyes. She wasn’t sure whether she was angry, or turned on by the ordeal. Certainly if it had never happened, she may never have seen or tasted a monster this big. Every she cloud has a silver lining, she smiled to herself.

She moved back up his cock, keeping her lips as locked as possible, til she reached the head. This time, her lips were covering him, not just her tongue. They were being stretched, & she was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. After all, hers wasn’t the biggest mouth in the world.

All of a sudden, she felt Geoff’s hands on top of her head. She started to panic, pushing against the bed, but it was useless. Geoff was far stronger than her & was in a far better position. At the same time, she felt him pushing his cock up into her mouth.

Her whole jaw ached, as he forced himself deep into her mouth. All she could do was hum noises. She gave up fighting. He paused as he reached the back of her throat. She managed to take several deep breaths. This wasn’t so bad after all. Ok, her jaw was stretched, but a part of her wished she could do this far more often. Perhaps Geoff would understand if she could do this again in future. She hoped so.

Geoff pushed her dressing gown down off her shoulders. She’d forgotten she was still naked underneath. Shit! Then again, Geoff wasn’t exactly covered up. Never mind. Let him enjoy the view. I’m certainly enjoying mine! He leaned down and undid the belt still holding it up around her waist & then the gown pooled around her knees on the floor.

As the pressure on her head reduced, she looked into his eyes, then moved her head back up until she reached the head again. She paused not just a cock, a fucking huge monster cock, she was beginning to enjoy herself. She’d always been too grossed out and desperate to move onto the proper sex with Bob, to really enjoy cock sucking for what it was. Part of her regretted that. Oh well, she couldn’t worry about it. What’s done is done. Besides, she had another cock to play with. ‘Mmmm.’ She realised her left hand was between her legs. Oh well, who cares?

‘Fuck, yeah, what a fuckslut,’ she heard Bob say. She’d been lost in her own world & his cock to remember he was attached to it. How could her own brother call her that? Then again, how could she have her brothers cock in her mouth? She really was a fuckslut & was loving it. She decided it was time to start bobbing her head faster. His breathing began to get louder, and his hips started bucking faster. She felt a little disappointment, as she know this would soon end, but at the same time, proud for doing such a sexy, good job.

The majority of Geoff’s cock hadn’t felt her mouth sliding down on it, only her hand rubbing. As she reached the bottom of her stroke, though, Geoff’s hands pushed her down hard. This time, there was no relenting. He was at the back of the throat & despite her struggles, she was having trouble breathing. She knew what he wanted, though. She wanted to try to help him. She forced her throat muscles to relax. She could tell it was having an effect, as she felt him slide slightly deeper. After a minute or so, he was in! Then he kept pushing & pushing. Before she knew it, her nose was being tickled by his pubes.

She closed her eyes. She was rubbing herself hard, now. Geoff’s fingers were still tangled in her hair. Then she felt the cum rising up through his long tube. He went completely still. As he exploded in her throat, she started coughing. His grip on her head had loosened, though, allowing her to pull free. She came off his cock completely, which carried on spurting thick, warm, salty globs in her mouth, as it left it. She was too busy choking to notice, though. He carried on spurting reduced quantities over her face, as her breathing returned to normal. She looked down at his shrinking cock. Such a beautiful thing. She started cleaning up the mess on him. For some reason, the taste & smell of his cum sent tingles through her whole body.

She hadn’t managed to cum, but she would treasure this event for as long as she lived. Finally he was clean. He was looking down at her cum stained face. She looked back up at him, but couldn’t read his expression.

‘Thanks Geoff. I hope you’re ok with this?’

He was silent for a few moments. He started pulling back on his boxers & pulling up his jeans. ‘You really are a slut. Look at you — you’re still rubbing yourself!’

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Jim and I had met online after I had contacted him about my fascination with the stories he submitted to Literotica. Every story was vivid and erotic, no matter what the topic, and I wanted him to know how much desire I had burning inside me for him, just because of his stories, so I dropped him a note. He contacted me immediately and we began a relationship unlike any I’d ever experienced before. Our mutual love of story-telling and of course, sex, put us on a course for a relationship neither of us had looked for and now neither of us was willing to give it up.

We began by exchanging stories that each of us would continue where the other left off. They were erotic, sensual, scorching hot and I felt a release with him that I’d never felt before. I thought it impossible. After all, it was through e-mail, nothing physical, yet I felt it as if it were. He touched me in ways I never imagined and I relished in his attention. I ached for his words every day and when I would receive one of his spellbinding stories, he took me to places I’ve never been…not even with my own husband.

Yes, Jim and I were both married, just unfortunately, not to each other. His sexual relationship with his wife had soured due to, sadly, her mental depression that she couldn’t shake – wouldn’t shake – not even for him. I was mostly happy in my marriage. I loved my husband but he couldn’t always satisfy me sexually. He tried, but his enthusiasm didn’t always make up for his lack of expertise and abilities. I never planned to cheat on him but I searched out men online for some cyber fun and for the private sexual release that I would give myself afterwards. I had plenty of men offer to meet me but I never felt connected enough to risk my marriage for a quick fuck. No, I wanted someone who would love me like in my stories…like Jim’s stories.

I’d never thought of meeting Jim in person, despite where our fantasies had taken us. He was sexy and sweet and when he’d tell me things I could only imagine a man saying to me in my dreams, my knees would weaken and my heart would race. Over time, I realized that he was the only man who could truly allow me to feel what it was like to be uninhibited and sexual and who would, and could, explore all my fantasies with me. We had begun to talk on the phone once a week, sometimes talking so sexy to one another we’d eventually get each other off. It never even dawned on us that we were engaging in phone sex, so immersed were we in one another.

Sex with my husband became better because I was fantasizing about Jim and all the things we’d dreamed of doing for one another. He was even willing to run the gauntlet of my fantasy about him impregnating me instead of my husband and all the adventures after that. I knew then he was my equal sexually and I had to have him.

I told my husband that I wanted to take a weekend trip – alone – to clear my head. The stresses of my job and his obsessive need to please me allowed me to do so without him questioning me. I only told him I’d be in Virginia and nothing else. I book a room in an expensive hotel and when I arrive, I took a long sensual bath with scented bath water and then called Jim at work. He picked up immediately and I told him, in an excited voice, that I was in town. He was amazed and I asked if he was willing to meet me. A thrill shot through me when he agreed.

He would come to the hotel at 8pm. I had the expectation that we would make love, but I wasn’t sure. We had talked about it, dared to dream but never seriously talked about the real possibility and I wanted to see how far it would go. How far he was willing to go.

I dressed in a tight stretch knit dress that hugged my shapely body. I’m not one of those skinny model-type women. I had a lot of curves and some might even call me fat, but I never got a complaint and I think a lot of men like soft womanly bodies to make love to. I was sure Jim wouldn’t be disappointed. With my black hose held on with black garters and black push up bra, I was ready to knock his socks off. Slipping my feet into heels, I jumped when the knock came.

I opened the door and all my worries about whether he would like what he saw disappeared.

“God, Cheyenne, you are beautiful.”

I blushed and let him into my room. He was wearing a dark suit and I marveled at his size. He was bigger than my husband and he smelled great. Before I could say anything, he took me in his arms and swept his mouth down in a passionate kiss. Our mouths opened and allowed our tongues to mate as his hands roamed down my back. I felt them caress my ass and a small moan escaped through my lips. Finally he pulled back. We were both breathing heavy, my heart pounding escort taksim in my ears.

He smiled and I melted. “Ready for dinner?”

I nodded, still unable to speak. I was already hopelessly lost in this man and food was the last thing on my mind. I wasn’t a whore but I felt like one with the thoughts I had that very moment.

Jim took my hand and we left my room. After a short walk to an Italian restaurant down the block and we were seated in a quiet corner, a fine bottle of wine before us. We sipped the wine and he whispered to me, telling me how wonderful it was that I was there to see him and how beautiful I was. I blushed furiously but felt the heat rise in my loins.

Jim ordered a simple meal for each of us and as the waiter moved away, he put his hand on my upper thigh. I’m sure he could feel the heat from my core burning his fingers. They rubbed lightly over my flesh as I watched his eyes dance playfully.

“Jim…” I stuttered. “Jim, if you don’t stop…I’m…we’re going to have to…”

“What, Cheyenne? Have to what…?” he teased moving his hand higher. “Mmmm, I love the garters you are wearing, honey,” he whispered as he moved down and licked my shoulder.

I shuttered and groaned softly as his hand moved up further. He lightly brushed his fingers across my moist mound and he chuckled deeply. Oh, did I forget to mention that I wasn’t wearing panties?

“Yes, honey, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” he purred in my ear as his fingers deftly parted my pussy lips and he slide a bold thick finger inside me. I was wet and I was hot. A guttural moan escaped my lips as he plunged that single digit in and out of my hot tight hole. I looked around the room hoping no one could see us and spotted a man seated directly across from us watching us. I blushed profusely as Jim’s fingers toyed with my pussy. One finger continued to plunge inside me while his thumb moved over my hardened clit. I was mewing, unable to take my eyes off the man seated across from us.

“Jim, he’s…he’s watching…”

Jim leaned closer and licked my neck. “Mmmm, yes he is. Doesn’t that make you hotter, baby? Knowing that he knows what I’m doing? I bet he’s wishing he was doing this to you.”

I moan and closed my eyes as he inserted another finger. It was tight but I was so wet that his fingers slid in smoothly. My hips were moving now, seeking a release. He’s kissed my throat and whispered sexy hot words to me as his fingers assaulted my very core. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.” His words urged me on and I felt my stomach tighten, the slow aching building in my belly and rising – fast – through my heated and moist flesh. My hips rose up and I exploded, my pussy squeezing his fingers as my orgasm raged through my body. I moaned, deeply and finally, collapsed. My heart was racing and my breathing labored but I was euphoric. I looked at Jim and he smiled blissfully.

“Now that’s what I call a hot appetizer,” the man said from the other table.

Jim nodded in acknowledgement before licking his fingers clean. I was both embarrassed and insanely turned on. He had to know what he was doing to me…the teasing, the wanting. “Jim, please…” I begged him quietly. I wanted to leave, return to the hotel and make love until we couldn’t move an inch. But then I realized that we had never actually agreed to make love. His touching me was a surprise. Based on our last telephone conversation, when we had teased about what would happen if we really met, he had committed to nothing but wanting to watch me masturbate and maybe some touching and caressing.

“In time, my love. In time,” Jim whispered.

We ate our meal, mostly in silence. I tried to hurry him but he wasn’t having it. I was actually embarrassed that I couldn’t control myself where this man was concerned and that was able to do so. “How do you do that?”

“What?” he asked, sipping his wine.

“Control yourself like that. I want you so bad right now I feel faint.”

He chuckled softly before responding. “Honey…Cheyenne…if you could know how bad I want you right now. My cock is about ready to burst through my pants. Thank god, I’m wearing loose fitting pants. But don’t you see? The anticipation is going to make whatever we do much more special. And truthfully, I’m not sure that you or I are ready for the physical relationship that we talked about, no matter what our bodies are telling us.”

“I suppose you’re right,” I replied. “I thought briefly this was one sided…that I was the only one going insane with desire.”

He took my hand and placed it on his crotch and my eyes widened in escort çapa surprise. He was large and very hard against my palm. “Does that feel like I’m not going insane with desire? Just hearing you cum almost made me cum in my pants.”

“Can we go now, Jim?” I asked sweetly, cupping his throbbing cock through is pants and squeezing. I looked at the man at the other table and could see that he was rubbing himself and I smiled. “Please, baby?” I purred, licking his neck. I was now determined to seduce him, make him make love to me despite his previous protests that we would keep our distance. He’d already crossed the line in the restaurant. I wanted him completely over it and under my control.

Jim called for the check and we hastily left the restaurant, much to the disappointment of our admirer. We walked hand in hand down the street to the hotel. Once the elevator’s doors closed, I grasped Jim’s cock once again as our mouths met and mated. He pulled away, panting. “Keep that up and I won’t make it to the room.”

I giggled. The elevator’s doors opened and we made our way to my suite. Once inside, I told Jim I was in control now. After all the teasing in the restaurant, I was determined to make sure he was tortured a little as well. If he wanted to just watch me, then I’d let him. I was curious to see how fast his willpower collapsed so sure I was that he really wanted to make love to me.

I sat atop the room desk. The buzz of the hotel air conditioner pierced the otherwise silent room. My hair was pulled up loosely with strands hanging down, caressing my face. Long dangly earrings hung from my lobes but otherwise, I was without jewelry. He says that he loves my dress, the way it hugs my shapely body and I smile. He was talking to me but his eyes were fixated on another part of my body. My dress is bunched around my hips, exposing my bald pussy, its lips moist and puffy. My hands were clutching my legs, holding them open.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, my voice soft but deep.

“Mmmm, yes,” he replied. He was sitting in the desk chair across from me, perhaps 5 or 6 feet. Close enough to see everything but far enough away to not touch. He was still fully dressed but I could see his cock outlined in his dress pants, pulsing and trying to burst out.

“Do you remember our last phone conversation…before today? We teased each other about meeting but you never figured I’d really want to…so you kept teasing me. You said, ‘I just want to look at you’. We won’t really make love.” I reminded him.

He nodded silently, his eyes still fixated on my pussy lips.

“You said, ‘Let’s just meet for dinner’. And I agreed, right?” I continued.

He nodded again. “You said ‘Yes.’ after reminding me that you said you couldn’t be satisfied with just dinner.”

It was my turn to nod. “Yes, Jim, and you told me that you would be strong. You wouldn’t cave in and make love to me. You wanted to just see me, look at me, have dinner then be on your way. Did you lie?”

“No,” he croaked out. “I meant it…at the time.”

”But now, seeing me sitting next to you at dinner…in the flesh…touching me so intimately…you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes.” That single word came out in a hiss.

I shivered in response. It was what I hoped for the most; it was also in a way, what I feared the most.

“So here we are. You’re seeing what you wanted to see. And you’re not touching me. You vowed to not touch me, just to see me that night on the phone, didn’t you? Yet you did touch me – a little – during dinner.”

“Yes.”

“Can you keep the remainder of that vow, Jim?”

“I…I…” he stammered.

I wasn’t teasing him, really. My heart was racing and my mind was a mass of goo. I really wanted to know what he was thinking. On the phone it was easy to tease and say that we’d only just look and not touch. After all, he’d made a vow to himself. His strength would be tested and he had to know that. When I suggested meeting, I told him how hard it would be for me. I imagined it would be equally hard for him. And here we are. What would he do next?

“What’s to happen next, my lover?” I asked, quite seriously.

“Pull your lips apart for me,” he begged huskily.

I moved my hands down, keeping my legs lifted and parted my moist folds. I heard him groan when he saw the pink flesh beneath the puffy lips.

“What’s to happen next, my lover?” I asked again.

He stood up and moved between my legs, placing my thighs on his hips. He touched my face, his eyes moving from my pussy up to my face. I opened my mouth to speak and he put his finger over my lips, silencing escort şişli me.

“I was mistaken. I can’t be this close to you and not touch you. Just let me touch you a little bit. Just a little bit.”

He slid the stretch fabric of my dress over my shoulders in a bunch around my waist. He looked at my breasts, full but not as firm as a young woman’s breasts might be but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed my lips, softly at first, then more demanding. His tongue caressed mine and they met and mated. Moving to my throat, he planted light kisses over my most sensitive spot on my throat and then he moved lower still. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he loved it with a great passion. I moaned and arch my back. He took the other nipple in his mouth and repeated the loving caresses.

He stepped back and I was panting. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged cock. I looked at its size and marveled at its beauty. Never have I thought of a man’s cock as beautiful…until then. It was swollen and hard and precum was leaking from the slit. I searched his eyes, questioned his next move.

“I…I just want to touch it to you, Cheyenne. That’s all. I won’t fuck you.”

I wondered whether he believed the words as he was speaking them any more than I did.

He put the head of his cock to my pussy lips and ran the precum over my clit, causing me to arch my back and moan. My restraint was nearly gone and I wondered how he couldn’t simply thrust inside me as we both wanted. He rubbed his cock head up and down my slit, our moans mingling through the air.

“God, I can feel your heat, Cheyenne,” he said in a whisper.

He continued to rub his cock against my folds, concentrating on my clit. I moaned and cried out as my orgasm raged through me. I came hard and my body shook. He felt my juice leaking out of me as it coated his cock; my breathing rough and raged.

“You are incredible to watch when you cum,” he said huskily, still pressing his cock to my pussy. “I just want to put the head in, baby. Just to feel your heat. Your tightness.”

I remained silent but my body screamed “Yes” as he pressed the head of his cock inside my womb. I nearly fainted from the fullness of his cockhead inside me.

“God, you’re so tight. I knew you’d feel like this. I just knew it.”

He stood there, the head of his cock just inside my pussy. He looked into my eyes and moved his hips, pulling out the head before moving his hips forward, just enough for the head to go back in. True to his word, he only allowed the head in. He continued to thrust in this manner and my lips were forced wide with each tiny thrust. I moaned as he said, “Just a little bit of thrusting. That’s all. I just need to feel your pussy squeezing me.” I nodded and he continued to pull out and push back in.

After several minutes, the only sounds emitted in the room is the humming of the A/C and our moans. Finally he spoke again. “I can’t help myself. I need to be inside you. All the way inside you. Please, baby, let me fuck you…more. Deeper.”

I nodded, too turned on to speak and he smiled weakly. He pushed in, deeply, his cock filling my pussy. I moaned and gasped, the size of his cock stretching me more. “Yes, Jim,” I hissed, near tears from the intense pleasure I knew he was going to give me.

He began to move, babbling words of love as he thrust inside me. “I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. I’ve wanted this for so long. Baby, you’re so tight. So wet. So hot. God, I could fuck you forever. I’m not making love to you. Not now. I’m just fucking you. I’ll make love to you later. Slow and with the passion you deserve. I just…I just need to fuck you now.”

I continued to moan, louder and louder; my moans echoed through the room as he filled me. He still talked on, “I was delusional into believing I could restrain, even after all that we’ve shared with one another.”

I responded by taking his hand and kissing the palm lightly, my tongue caressed the soft lines. He moaned against my throat.

“I’m going to cum baby. Cum with me, please.”

I feltl my own orgasm building and knew I was close.

“Tell…me…what…you…feel…” I cried out in gasps.

“I love you. I never thought it possible, not in this way, but I truly love you. I love you. Oh god!”

I felt him explode inside me and it triggered my own orgasm. As I came, my pussy muscles clenched his cock like a vice. “GOD!” he cried out, as shot after shot of his seed planted inside me.

He remained in me, his cock deflating as he kissed me tenderly.

“I love you,” I said in a whisper. “This was all I ever wanted. Thank you. I never thought…I never thought you’d give me this gift.” I was crying now, but out of happiness, not sadness or loneliness.

He smiled and kissed me again. “Thank you. For giving yourself to me in this way. You are incredible.”

We disengaged and climbed onto the bed, where we fell asleep in each other’s arms, not knowing what would happen next.

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All Characters in this story involved in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age.

The feeling struck me. This was a random occurrence—which made sense because I was a teenager. Technically, I was almost done with that phase since I was 17 at the time. Being nerdy, unconfident, and a regular at MTG tournaments made me the epitome of the stereotype for the opposite of a womanizer. I only had 1 girlfriend, and I was to hormonal for her. Obviously, dating her wasn’t my best idea since she was a catholic who strongly believed in abstinence and I was…a guy. But when push came to shove, I asked her out—unaware of my intentions, she agreed. This was around the end of the first semester of my senior year of high school. Needless to say, I was planning on using her for experience before college. She, being smarter than I gave her credit for, saw through this and I ended up getting the short end of the stick.

All of this background, as compelling as this trip down memory lane is, isn’t all too relevant. All that you need to know is that I was kind of depressed and had a serious case of blue balls after the (over the phone) breakup.

I did what any 19 year old when he’s not busy drinking or smoking—I jacked off. I did this a lot. Honestly, I even think I went a bit off the deep end at that point. The days mostly consisted of school, homework, masturbation, dinner, masturbation, and sleep. I admit, this cyclical environment got a bit boring after a while—but I had hope it was going to all change for the better in college.

It changed for the worse, before graduation even happened. One day, my friend Ryan and I were in the midst of a very engaging conversation in 10th period study hall. Revolving around sex, porn etc things of that nature—basically normal teen stuff. Both of us being scrawny and nerdy, (this was before I started working out) girls didn’t really pay much attention to us. Not that I minded, this was the time when the “Ugg boots” craze caught on, making everyone look and act like tools. That didn’t stop us from undressing the hot ones in our minds and swap opinions on who we’d fuck, much to the disgust/entertainment (depends on the day) of the only girl at our table. Who was actually the little sister of Chris, a mutual friend of ours that I had lunch with a few hours before.

Anyway, I came home really horny one day. Come to göztepe escort think of it, I was so horny that it began affecting my thinking. Usually I could manage maintaining a decent composure. What started as a nice conversation, veered off to Chris’s little sister gently rubbing my dick through my jeans. Without having enough courage to finish myself off in the school bathroom—I decided to take my chances with the 45 minute bus ride home.

Every girl was overly sexualized on the way home. My mind worked itself in circles trying to imagine realistic naked bodies. It was to the point where I got a massive erection when I even saw anyone. My sister, her friends that shared our route (even if they were freshman), teachers, everyone. No one was safe.

When I got home, I thought about running up to my room but I decided against it since it would cause too much suspicion. So I did my daily routine. Ate, did homework, chatted with my parents about the day (I left a lot of thing out), then…the main event. This was surprisingly more difficult than usual. Remember how I said that NO ONE WAS SAFE. Apparently, my twisted mind clumped my mom into the category. I vividly remember trying to keep eye contact with her in with her toned body, low miniskirt, and size C boobs threatening to grab my attention. I even undressed her with my eyes at one point. I put it out of my head and just attribute this to my overactive hormones.

Finally, I made it to my room. I got a cup of water, some soap, and started browsing on my ipod. For some reason, I took all my clothes off too. I knew it wouldn’t last long so I would stop before climax, wait, and then start again. I did this as many times as possible in order to get the best orgasm—but on the fifth time….

“Marko.” My mom said sweetly as I heard the door knob turn, to my horror.

“Fuck! I knew I should sat against the door!” I yelled at myself. Well, it sound like yelling—but Thank God it was only a whisper.

I don’t remember what she wanted exactly, all I remember was my frightened reaction and my mom’s eyes on my cross-legged naked body. My penis was the hardest it’s ever been—and my own mother was staring directly at it. Once or twice I hoped it would start to wither because of the embarrassment and utter disgust I felt. But, I wasn’t so lucky. Her eyes çorlu escort were still fixated on me, both our mouths were open, and we had stunned expressions on our faces.

The next thing that happened was almost fluid: I quickly uncrossed my legs, hesitated for a second while trying to search for something to cover up, then simply stood up and walked to the door to close it.

“Oh Shit! I’m sorry!” She shrieked and turned to run out, just narrowly before I pushed the door closed.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!”

I don’t remember how many times I swore to myself that night, but over 9,000 was a good guess.

Still self-conscious and very shy about myself and outspoken at school back then, I was terrified about the whole situation. I remember just laying on my bed with a no longer erect dick thinking “Fuck, What I will do? I can’t ever talk to her or look at her again!” It was pretty extreme. Tears even flowed don my face in the middle of thoughts. I just stayed up in my room the rest of the night and ignored dinner.

It was like that the next few days also. It’s not like I tried to be awkward, I tried to be normal. The daily routine: school, homework, snack, and then my room started all over again. Even though, I was extremely horny I still didn’t jack off for the next few days. This didn’t last long. My mom stopped coming down for conversation, and I lost interest in homework.

“Hi, how was your day at school?” This was her first attempt in days. It was met with a one word answer and a quick retreat to my room.

“Good.” She was just sitting at her desk but I saw her as completely naked. This was really starting to get to me.

“We need to talk!” She yelled down the hall as I was about to enter my sanctuary.

“What?!” I yelled back with a hoarse voice. I was so nervous that I almost threw up. I was shaking and my face was the palest I ever remember it being.

I felt everything spinning as I closed the door to my room. I had no idea what to expect—but indefinitely wasn’t ready for what was coming next.

“Marko!” She yelled as the door slammed behind her. “I know I caught you in a very intimate moment the other day, but just get over it!”

Short, sweet, and to the point. ümraniye escort That wasn’t like my mom. As I quickly found out—she was just breaking the ice so she could use a different approach.

“I know mom…it’s just…” I tried to croak out as I lay on the bed, feeling like I was having a panic attack.

“It’s just that what?!” He sternly said with her hands on her hips.

I debated telling her about the half-hand job I got the other day and the reasons why I was so horny and what this was all doing to my brain. I just said:

“I just jerk off sometimes.”

She surprised me by joining me on my little twin bed and kissing my forehead. “Why?”

“It fells goo…” I began.

“I know that,” She snapped “I thought I raised you better than this!”

I had no reply. I just sat there feeling stupid and kicking myself. She successfully guilt-tripped me and I felt like total shit. If I was horny before, I definitely wasn’t now.

“I’m sorry, mom” I said with downcast eyes. I noticed my vision getting blurry and one or two tears were beginning to fall. I know it was immature, but this was probably the most terrifying thing I could’ve imagined back then.

“Marko,” she placed a hand on my thigh for encouragement. “Masturbation is wrong and I raised you not to look at women in that way, as objects.” I don’t know if I imagined this, but I could’ve sworn her hand moved higher.

With that, she stood up and was about to leave me alone to my self-pity when “actually, I will take your iphone.”

As you could imagine, this was the worst thing that could’ve happened in my mind.

“MOM PLEASE!!! IM SORRY!”

“Nope”

“I SAID I WAS SORRY!”

“I want to be sure you won’t do it again.”

After a few minutes of her waiting at my door with an outstretched hand, she told me to stand up so she could give me a hug. I fell for it and felt her hand ding around in my pocket for my iphone. I got angry at myself for not seeing this coming, but that feeling dissipated when I felt her fingers brush up against my rising penis. I was confused, surely it wasn’t on purpose. That all changed when I felt her fingers slide up and down my shaft in, a gliding, tickling motion. It was probably just and accident. It didn’t feel like she meant it and she certainly didn’t seem like she was in the mood for to pull a stunt like that…but… As soon as she fished it out, I was left phoneless in and emotionally drained in my room with the memory of my mom feeling up my cock to distract me so she could steal my phone.

I laid down on my bed and wallowed in self-pity over the last developments.

“I HATE HER!” “FUCK THIS!”

But…part of me was okay with it.

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With another long day behind us and a new twilight upon us, it was time once again to rejoice our being together. I , freshly washed and shaven and her finally draining all of the hot water from the shower to be had, and freshly shaven as well, prepared for our sensual rendezvous.

While I had lit the dozen scented candles that were scattered in the room and programmed the CD player with a bevy of soft jazz and slow sensual tunes, she emerged from the bathroom. The steam rolled out from the room when she opened the door, as a heavy London fog would as it infiltrated the pristine air of a clear night.

She stood naked in the doorway, still toweling her dampened hair. Her clean scent permeated my nostrils. Simply intoxicating. I smiled as her raised arms moved as she vigorously toweled her hair. I was fixated on her breasts as they swayed and shook as she dried. Her nipples jutted from her breasts from the cool air conditioned room in transition from the hot steamy shower that she had just come from. My eyes eagerly gazed at the rest of her form. They drank in her soft flesh and the contour of her body. I could see a shadowy hint of her smooth, clean shaven cleft as she stood with her legs together.

She smiled at me as she walked to my prone body on the bed, tossing the towel at me as she did. She walked past the bed and walked to the dresser and picked up the spray bottle of perfume. I watched as she sprayed a delicate mist into the air directly in front of her, then as she walked through the fine mist. I could smell the soft scent of the fragrance.

She then walked to the bed, and plopped onto the mattress next to me. I bounced when she did this. There is something so erotic about watching such a beautiful creature from a distance in one moment, to having her lying next to you the next. It’s almost as if lunging from fantasy to reality in a matter of mere seconds. A dream come true.

We began to snuggle into each escort topkapı other as we lay on our sides facing each other. Then came a first kiss. A little peck on the lips. Then we hugged each other, pressing our flesh together. My hands began to caress her. Not in any particular area, mostly all over her. The feel of her soft flesh to my hungry hands was a real enjoyment. My fingers would trickle up her leg, then at her hip, I would lightly glide across the small of her back. I would use the flat of my palm and gingerly slide it up her back to her neck. It was then, as I held the back of her neck, that I leaned into her, pressing my lips firmly to her and part my lips as I felt hers part. Our tongues would glide the tip of the others tongue at first. Then a full assault would ensue, as our tongues intermingled with each others, exploring, and tasting. Many minutes would pass while we kissed and touched each other.

Our breathing patterns began to grow heavier and light moans would escape our lips in our transformation from two separate people into one entity. We would take turns, me on top of her, then her on top of me as we continued our unspoken oral kindling. After several rotations, when she was on top of me, did I suggest that she grab the bar of the head board and move into a squatting position. She quickly reacted and did as I had asked. I slid down, between her legs and directly underneath her soft folds and her derriere. I lifted my head and took a long deep breath through my nose. Her excitement was her most prevalent scent now. The soft fragrance of her perfume was now secondary, but equally as intoxicating. I inched the tip of my tongue upward. I grazed the side of her thigh. I kissed firmly where my tongue had just touched. I heard a moan escape from her. I then kissed her opposite thigh in the same manner. I then took long, slow deliberate licks from her thigh to her pouting escort güngören lips. I began to lick the meaty flesh as one would lick an ice cream cone. From the bottom of her cleft to the top, making sure that I didn’t touch her trigger point, yet.

As I continued my oral torment, I began to lick from the bottom of her fold, backward to her tiny puckered rose bud. I would virtually drag my tongue over her puckered orifice, only to lightly trace each side of her cheeks on the way back down to where I began. Her moans were louder now. I now poised the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her lips then pressed inward as my tongue began a slow ascent between her puffy lips. I delved my tongue into her wet opening. Then I continued upward. At the top of her opening, I began to wag my tongue from side to side as I felt her familiar swollen clit as I licked upward to the top of her pussy. When my tongue wagged across her swollen trigger, she moaned words, to which I could not understand, and didn’t care to understand. After reaching the top of her mound with my tongue, I licked slightly downward again until I found the thickest part of her pearl. I then sucked the miniature fuse into my hot mouth. I tugged on it until it popped from my greedy lips. She let out a loud moan when I did.

I knew her lust was beginning to come to a boil when I felt her hand grab a thick lock of hair on the top of my head. But what she did next took me totally by surprise. I felt the heat of her butt cheeks rest on my chest, which placed her folds completely over my mouth. Her hips began to writhe quickly up and down my mouth and nose. She was grinding her punani into my dew covered face. I reciprocated by jabbing my tongue out as far as it would go. I could feel the soft folds and intermittent heat from the inside of her dripping opening as her juices flowed from her center. Her moans were now groans as her wave escort güneşli of pleasure reached her point of no return.

When she released her passion, I felt a gush of her fluid as it cascaded down from my nose to my chin. I greedily lapped as much as I could onto my hungry tongue, but with her hips bucking wildly, I received the remainder of her lust on my face. She began to come to rest and she lifted up from her wild ride. Her stickiness left us connected with a couple of strands of her spent emotion from her reddened lips to my face. In the shadows of the glowing candles, the strands appeared to be made of silver.

Now that her sexual energy was in motion, she climbed down from her position and lay on top of me. She kissed my face and lips and cooed her delight as she did. My energy was at an all time rigidity now. She easily slid my excited cock into her depths. Her intense heat generated by her minutes old climax was incredible. The muscular walls of her pussy enveloped my aching cock shaft with its hot, wet, slippery grip. My mind was so infatuated with the thought of her satisfaction, that it wasn’t but a mere several minutes of her riding my cock at her fast pace, that I felt my eminent eruption begin to bubble from my depths. She sensed this and began to slow down and lift her weight from me. I grabbed her ass with one hand, and placed my arm around her neck, pulling her firmly back into me. I began to jab my hips up into her and she counteracted by slamming down onto my throbbing cock. In seconds, I groaned my sensual song of climax, as the thick , hot cum raced up the inside of my convulsing shaft and spewed deep into her depths. Jet after jet of the white fluid bathed her inner walls. She grunted as I was ebbing with the last twitch of my climax. The heat from the thick cum that coated her depths had sent her on yet another climax. I could feel the velvet walls as it gripped my spent cock when she came. It was incredible!

Now the both of us lay next to each other, holding and touching in the afterglow. The lights of the candles began to softly flicker in the shadows on the ceiling as if joining in on the celebration of out togetherness. The scent of sex, mixed with the cinnamon scent of the candles filled our senses, and yes, it was intoxicating.

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She wanted him to stick it in her; she wanted to taste his cum in her mouth. Chelsea wanted many things as she felt her boyfriend’s hard-on press against her bare ass. But her parents were about two feet away from them, sleeping in the same tent. Chelsea let out a small moan as Taylor’s cock slipped in between her thighs and rubbed up against her moistening pussy. She wanted it so badly, but she didn’t want the first night of her family’s camping trip to end with her parents waking up to her moans.

Lisa woke up to the small moan of her daughter. She slowly turned her head and opened one eye. She couldn’t see much, just the sleeping bag covering Taylor, her daughter’s boyfriend. Lisa wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let them sleep together, but since they were both over 18 and seemingly in love, she wasn’t going to be the asshole mother who split them up. Lisa closed her eyes and looked forward to the next week; one whole nature-filled backcountry camping trip with her family, no neighbors, no worries, and some quality time with her family. She was also looking forward to getting to know Taylor more. He seemed nice, was very handsome for his age, and was always very polite. Lisa heard some movement from her daughter’s side of the tent and slowly glanced over again. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the sleeping bag had been pulled up and she could almost see Taylor’s entire backside. Her eyes roamed down his muscular back to the top of his ass. She almost gasped when she noticed his boxers had been pulled down to his ankles, her own body reacting as she took in the body of her daughter’s boyfriend. Being as he was completely turned facing her daughter, she couldn’t see anything else besides his muscular back and firm ass, realizing suddenly that she wanted to see more.

Chelsea had rolled away from her boyfriend; pulling the sleeping bag with her and feeling his cock pop out from her slick thighs. She was hot as hell, and it was hard to deny her boyfriend what they both wanted. She turned to face him, lifting the sleeping bag to glance down at his growing member.

“I want it in my mouth,” Chelsea said to her boyfriend quietly, licking her lips. “I want your hot cum dripping down my chin,” Chelsea leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

Lisa’s jaw almost dropped at her daughter’s words, her legs spreading slightly, unnoticed. She suddenly wished it was her saying those words, her sex life being practically non-existent. Her hand found the way down to her panty covered pussy. She gasped slightly when she felt the moistness. Resuming her undercover mission, Lisa watched as Taylor began moving his hips ever so slightly. She heard a moan of pleasure escape his lips, watching his ass move back and forth, slipping a finger under her panties to rub herself. She gave way to her body’s desires, disregarding her morals. Taylor’s legs spread apart ever so slightly and she could see the underside of his balls. She watched as they tightened and loosened, realizing her daughter was stroking him as she slipped one finger inside her sopping cunt.

Chelsea brought her hand away from her boyfriend’s cock, bringing it to her mouth and licking it, tasting the precum from his tip. She drooled on her hand, letting the saliva drip from her mouth. Resuming the handjob, she rubbed her saliva covered hand all over Taylor’s head, watching it glisten.

“Are you gonna cum for me big boy?” Chelsea asked with an innocent smile. She pulled her thong from her ankles and wrapped it around Taylor’s cock. “I want you to cum in my panties, I want your cum to warm up my pussy all night…”

Lisa imagined it was her saying those words, imagining her hand was stroking Taylor’s cock.

Chelsea smiled as her boyfriend stifled his moans in his pillow, feeling her panties soak through with his warm cum. She couldn’t believe how big his load was, her skimpy thong dripping as she pulled it away. In one move, Taylor quickly grabbed her thong and dropped it behind him, smiling at her. Chelsea smiled innocently, knowing how much he enjoyed her naked body at night. Turning around, she let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling his cum-covered cock retake its position in the crack of her ass.

Lisa was in a trance, staring at her daughter’s cum-soaked thong just inches from her face. She could smell the musky scent as her hand willed itself to grab them. Slowly picking them up, she watched the cum drip from the panties to the floor of the tent. She wanted to taste it, to feel the warmth of Taylor’s cum on her pussy. Trying not to make much noise, Lisa reached down and removed her panties ever-so-slowly, placing them where her daughter’s had been, right on top of a pool of Taylor’s cum. Lisa took maltepe escort her daughter’s cum-covered thong and slipped her feet inside, pulling it up slowly, feeling the warmth of Taylor’s cum cover her entirely. She made sure to pull it up firmly, the thong raping her ass as she did so. Her fingers rubbed her pussy mound with abandon, feeling the cum of her daughter’s boyfriend lubricating her completely. She inhaled sharply, the cum seeping into her, warming her insides. Lisa was completely sopping, her own juices mixing with Taylor’s cum, her pussy radiating with heat. Her fingers became aggressive, one hand rubbing her clit, spreading the sticky cum, the other diving into her hole. As she came close to cumming, she grabbed her panties with one hand and shoved them in her mouth, stifling her moans of pleasure. She could taste Taylor’s cum in her mouth, her panties soaked with it. Lisa could feel his cum inside her, and she let out a final moan as her body gave way to her perverse acts. After her intense orgasm, Lisa sucked on her panties, tasting Taylor’s cum and feeling the aftershocks. She took them out of her mouth, placing them on the floor of the tent. She smiled with pleasure as she felt the warmth of her daughter’s panties all night.

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Chelsea woke up before anyone else and quickly reached behind her boyfriend to grab her panties. Pulling them on, she was surprised to find it wasn’t a thong, but thought nothing of it. She thought she wore a thong last night but wasn’t sure. Chelsea got up slowly as to not wake anyone and walked out to the car to get some clothes. As she pulled on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, Ted, Chelsea’s dad emerged from the tent.

“Good morning baby,” Ted said while stretching, “Whadaya saw we get a fire going!”

“That sounds great dad,” Chelsea was hungry for breakfast and eager to get warmed up. Chelsea’s mind traveled back to last night, her pussy twitching, as she and her dad got busy working on the fire.

Lisa woke slowly, but felt very refreshed. She glanced around and noticed it was just her and Taylor in the tent. Mortified, she realized she still had her daughter’s thong on, but where were her panties? Her mind went back to last night as she reached down and felt the dried cum all over her pussy. It quivered to the touch, and she glanced over at Taylor, the upper half of his body uncovered. She admired his chest, his strong pecs, and his firm abs. She watched his chest rise and fall with his heavy breathing, thinking about the view she had of his ass and balls last night. Lisa suddenly was overcome with the desire to see his cock. Her mind raced as she unzipped the door to the tent barely and saw her husband and daughter busy working on a fire. Being woke up while camping was a pet peeve of hers, so she knew she would not be bothered. Her pussy moistened as she thought about how to get a glance. She noticed his boxers at the foot of the sleeping bag, quickly grabbing them and throwing them behind her. If he did get up, she could play innocent as he tried to find them. Her hand shaking, she grabbed the sleeping bag and slowly pulled it down. Lisa smiled as she saw the base of his cock, clean-shaven. She continued pulling and her eyes opened wide as she marveled at his girth. She hadn’t uncovered his head yet and she was already at seven inches at least. Her pussy twitched, dampening the front of her daughter’s thong. Finally, she yanked the covers completely free and her jaw dropped. She was staring at the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, a full eight inches in its flaccid state, from base to tip, and completely shaven. Lisa wanted, no, she needed to feel it in her hand. Going against everything she believed, she reached out and ran her finger from the base to the tip, feeling the veins running to his head, and tracing a small circle when she got to the purple head. Taylor’s cock twitched ever-so-slightly and Lisa was enthralled. Her pussy was practically dripping with excitement, and she responded by placing one hand on her mound, rubbing it gently. Lisa slowly picked up Taylor’s cock, her hand grasping it at the base, her fingers barely circling its entire girth. Her fingers pressed against her clit as she leaned in for a closer look.

Taylor felt a hand grasp his cock, waking to the touch. Thinking it was Chelsea, he slowly opened his eyes and was instantly shocked. It took all his might to not jump up from his sleeping bag instantly. His girlfriend’s mom was holding his cock straight up, her face mere inches from the tip, studying it intently. His body responded, blood flowing to manavgat escort his member and hardening quickly. He watched Lisa as her eyes widened, realizing her hand was tucked between her legs. Oh my god, she’s getting off, Taylor thought. His mind raced, where was Chelsea, where was her husband? He couldn’t help but look Lisa over as he thought, her bare legs, her small nightie stopping just above her waist, her c-cup breasts hanging down with no support. He realized she was a gorgeous woman, a woman who took care of herself physically. Her body was slim and firm, her breasts sagging only a little, her ass still tight from this angle. His entire body jolted when he felt the warmth of lips around his head.

Lisa couldn’t help herself. As Taylor’s cock hardened in her hand, she marveled at its strength. She was holding a stiff rod in her hand, a powerful pump that she felt the urge to milk. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and opened her lips to take in this monster, forgetting all consequences, abandoning all morals, and giving in to her desires. Her soft lips touched his head, opening wide as she penetrated her mouth with his cock. Her tongue touched his tip, tasting precum as Taylor’s body jolted and she snapped back to reality.

Taylor quickly closed his eyes. Shit! He thought. His girlfriend’s mom had quickly gotten up and was moving around the tent. He didn’t think she saw his eyes open, but he wasn’t sure. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, turning to see Lisa on her knees folding her sleeping bag, her bare ass staring him in the face. It was beautiful.

Shit! Lisa thought to herself, realizing the predicament she was in. She heard Taylor get up behind her and was aware she was completely exposed, but what could she do? Seeing his boxers in the corner of the tent, she smiled innocently, deciding to play it off like nothing happened.

“Well good morning sleepyhead,” Lisa said, glancing over her shoulder, “looks like someone had an exciting night.” Her eyes shot down to his crotch, taking in the sight.

“Ummm, I guess so…” was all Taylor could get out, as he desperately searched for his boxers, trying to keep his eyes off Lisa’s toned and firm ass.

“I think these might be what you’re looking for honey,” Lisa got on all fours, leaning forward and grabbed his boxers with her hand. She could feel her ass cheeks spreading as she leaned, exposing herself further.

If Taylor’s cock wasn’t at full attention before, it surely was now. He almost choked while he watched his girlfriend’s mom present herself to him. He saw her thong-covered pussy mound, completely soaked and see-through. He gasped at how sexy and smooth her pussy was, glistening in the morning light. She really did take good care of herself, he thought. He suddenly came to a realization, quickly jumping at his chance.

“Don’t move Mrs. Borne,” Taylor quickly shot out, his own voice betraying what his mind was telling him to do. Lisa froze, frightened and unsure of what was going to happen next. She closed her eyes as she heard him shuffle towards her on his knees. His hands grasped her hips and she felt his warm breath as he leaned in towards her ass.

“This thong looks awfully familiar,” Taylor’s nerves were on edge, but he forced himself to speak clearly and powerfully. “Does it belong to you?” Taylor had put two-and-two together, realizing she had on her daughter’s panties, the ones he had cum into last night. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip from his fingers. He forcefully grabbed the sides of the thong and yanked it down to Lisa’s knees.

Lisa was taken aback. The change in Taylor’s voice had frightened her at first, but now it seemed to have another affect, bringing about a sexual response. She felt her pussy moisten, completely exposed to her daughter’s boyfriend. Lisa felt Taylor pull the thong from her legs; she was embarrassed, but also excited. She gasped when she felt Taylor’s monster cock probing the entrance of her ass, her entire body quickly tensing.

“Did you hear me slut?” Taylor leaned forward and whispered in her ear, just loud enough to scare her, but quiet enough so his voice wouldn’t carry outside the tent. “Who does this thong belong to?” Taylor held the thong in front of her face, letting her smell her own scent. “Tell me bitch,” Taylor pressed his cock up against her tense asshole, his head fighting against her tightness.

Lisa almost started crying, her body was responding in ways she never would have thought, adding to her embarrassment. “It’s my daughter’s,” she managed to say, in between her stifled sobs. She gasped as he probed against her asshole, şişli escort feeling her body slowly relaxing, not wanting to fight it anymore.

“How would you like me to tell her what you’ve done, you fucking slut?” Taylor was completely in charge now, and he was loving it. He felt her asshole relax slightly, and he pressed his head against her even harder, his tip almost completely in her asshole now.

“No! Please no!” Lisa couldn’t believe this was happening to her, but in a strange way she wanted it. She was so embarrassed, but her embarrassment was exciting, and it encouraged her to play the part. “I’m not a slut!”

“You are a slut, you’re a cum slut,” Taylor’s mind reeled as he thought of what to do next. “You’re gonna let me fuck your ass, or your daughter is never going to respect you again.”

Lisa heard the words and savored them, she wanted him in her ass, and she wanted him to fill it. “Please, no. I am a cum slut, I am.” She closed her legs and tried to fight it, but Taylor was much more powerful, spreading her legs forcefully and placing his tip at her entrance again.

“You’re mine for the rest of this trip,” Taylor was looking forward to this camping trip more and more each second, “Do you understand slut? Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cum, I’m you’re cum slut for the whole trip,” the words liberated her, and Lisa relaxed her asshole, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Her back arched and her mouth opened wide, Taylor’s head was completely inside her ass now. Lisa moaned and Taylor stuffed the thong in her mouth. She had never felt anything so large inside her before. She had messed around anally, but only with toys, never with the real thing. Lisa put her face in the sleeping bag, sticking her ass as high as she could, opening it for her daughter’s boyfriend. She reached her hands around and grabbed each cheek, spreading herself wide for the onslaught she desperately wanted.

Taylor couldn’t believe his luck. He watched as his cock disappeared inch-by-inch into her girlfriend’s mom’s ass. Her legs were kicking, her hands were desperately trying to spread her asshole further, and her moans were constantly muffled by the thong she had in her mouth. Finally, he was all the way inside; he loved the feeling of controlling this woman.

Lisa almost lost control; her entire ass was filled with cock. She felt him pull his cock out all the way, and she whimpered softly. He probed her entrance again with his head, and she worked to open her ass further. This time he was not so gentle, ramming his cock in her like a jackhammer. She felt tears run down her face, and she used one hand to rub her pussy. She was crying tears of embarrassment, tears of humiliation, but also because she wanted this more than anything. Her fingers worked her clit furiously, and as Taylor rammed his cock inside her, she felt the orgasm rising.

Taylor was nearing his climax, pumping her ass full of his cock again and again. His balls slapped against her pussy over and over, every time a shudder running through his girlfriend’s mom.

“I’m going to cum in your ass now, and you’re going to take it like the cum slut you are.” Taylor laughed to himself. “Don’t even think about letting it drip out, you need to hold it in there all day bitch.”

Lisa moaned in reply, her orgasm reaching its peak. Her legs shook, her pussy convulsed, and she became everything she wanted in that moment. She felt Taylor’s cock ram deep inside her ass, and she used her hand to milk his balls. She felt the warm cum filling her hole, tears running down her face, her hand massaging all the cum from his balls. It felt like an eternity, and she loved it. Finally, he pulled his cock from her ass, dripping with cum. She tensed her asshole and kept his cum inside of her like he had asked, it was liberating for her to follow his orders.

“Now suck this clean,” Taylor watched as his cum slut turned around on her knees, taking his cock in her hands and licking it like a lollipop. “Do you like my cum?”

Lisa moaned with a mouthful of cock. She was in for an exciting week. She finished up and pulled on her daughter’s thong, keeping the cum in her asshole. She was embarrassed as she stepped out of the tent, her daughter and husband waving at her with smiles on their faces.

“Hey mom, looking good!” Chelsea laughed from her spot by the fire. “I hope you didn’t wake Taylor up… did you?”

“Don’t worry, he’s sleeping like a baby,” Lisa responded. She quickly walked to the car and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Walking over she sat down next to her daughter by the fire. She felt some of Taylor’s cum leak from her asshole, pooling up underneath her.

“I’m in love with him mom,” Chelsea innocently said, “I think we’re gonna get married.”

All Lisa could muster was an “mmmm,” as her mind traveled back to her daughter’s boyfriend’s cock and how she couldn’t let Chelsea have it. She felt the warmth of his cum on her ass and was reassured that she belonged to him.

To be continued…

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“Daddy?”

He heard her voice from his home office. Had he spent all morning grading papers? He took a quick look at his watch. 12:30. His daughter was as punctual as ever, and he had just spent 3 hours grading final papers.

“Daaaad! Are you home?”

Jessica had decided to drive home from College for the Holidays despite her father’s persistent offers to pick her up. It wasn’t that long of a drive—maybe 3 hours—but Daddy always wanted to make sure his little girl was safe even though she wasn’t that little anymore.

He remembered noticing the slight swell of her breasts under her too tight t-shirt the day he gave her a ride to her new dorm last September. He also remembered the shame he felt on noticing such a thing.

Later that night, he had jerked off to thoughts of pretty young things walking around in short skirts and tight cropped tops. Ever since the divorce his libido had taken an ascending curve. He had that Poker Face song stuck in his head—his daughter had played it over and over during the trip—and was fantasizing about the cute College girls he saw on campus.

He was pumping his rock hard rod, picturing the cute College students shaking their tight ass at him. Then all of a sudden his daughter’s barely blossomed breasts popped in his mind.

The inappropriate thought immediately was dismissed, and Seth kept on stroking his stiff cock, picturing an anonymous mouth pleasuring him. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock has been this hard. He had came in what seemed like buckets, his daughter’s pert breasts still somewhere in the back of his mind.

He of course never intentionally masturbated to the thought of his daughter slowly lifting her t-shirt and asking her Daddy why her nipples were so hard …but this very image did creep up on him from time to time, when he got very horny.

He once again chased this sexy image of his daughter out of his mind and hurried out of his office. When she saw him Jessica’s eyes lit up and she grinned at him with her plump lips.

Goodness she looked beautiful with her long, straight dark hair now streaked with red. Was that make up she was wearing?

“Welcome home sweetheart!”

She ran into his opened arms and hugged him, her perky little breasts crushed on his powerful chest. She was just as tiny as he remembered her—maybe a little curvier.

“I missed you Daddy!”

Her angelic voice went straight to his cock when it usually went straight to his heart. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—believe his daughter was getting him hot. He caressed her hair and kissed her forehead before gently pushing her off him.

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

She walked towards the kitchen and babbled on about her first semester of College. Something about a new friend (Alex), a cool drawing class and grades as perfect as usual. She was cutting vegetables for a salad and Seth felt like a complete pervert, leering over his daughter’s delicate hands stroking the cucumbers or testing the ripeness of the tomatoes.

Where did these highly inappropriate thoughts come from? He was a Professor; he was used to seeing young, sexy girls walk around in mid-thigh skirts and off the shoulder sweaters similar to the one his daughter was wearing now. But there was something different about his daughter. It was almost as if she was stroking those vegetables in an obscene way on purpose.

She kept on chattering about her new friend Alex —was that a he or a she? He hadn’t paid enough attention to remember— as she whisked a Dijon dressing. The quick back and forth movement of her arm got her firm tits to gently sway. He stared a little longer than necessary.

What was he doing, staring at his daughter’s breasts? He took a sip of beer and munched on a piece of bread. Jessica dipped a finger in the Dijon dressing and brought her dripping finger to her mouth. Her gesture seemed deliberately sexy and Seth felt his cock begin to grow hard as his daughter sucked and licked on her finger.

“Mmmmm Alex gave me this recipe. Here Daddy, taste it!”

She plunged her index finger back in the dressing and brought it—French manicured? Since when did Jess get manicures?—to her Daddy’s mouth. He opened, almost reluctantly, and she slowly slid her finger between his lips, brushing it on his tongue. Dear God! She could not be this obscene on purpose, could she?

The dressing was indeed good. Her daughter proudly smirked when he let out an impressed moan.

They ate and chatted without any more sexy displays from Jessica—thank goodness!

It was around three, and Seth was grading a rather poorly written paper when Jess peeked her head in his home office.

“Daddeee?”

She looked adorably innocent when she called him Daddee and he couldn’t help but smile; of course he knew she’d ask for something—money probably—but he didn’t mind.

She walked over to him, still wearing her off the shoulder pink sweater. Her nipples were hard and poking through it. He repressed a gasp, the line ardahan escort between shame and arousal blurring quickly.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was shallow. He was losing his mind; he imagined her aroused.

“I am going shopping with Alex and was wondering if I could get like 100 bucks for a skirt I saw at Bebe…”

She sat on his lap. Goodness she hadn’t been on his lap in ages! His mind was playing tricks on him; he could have sworn her breath smelled of sweet pussy. His cock twitched in his slacks. Jess giggled and wriggled her tight little ass on her Daddy’s lap as if she wanted to grind against his hardening cock. ‘What is wrong with me, imagining my daughter is purposefully arousing me?’ he thought to himself.

“Of course babygirl. Here, take this and buy yourself something nice.”

He gently pushed her off his lap and handed her his Amex. He quickly sat back on his leather chair and put his legs—and his too rapidly growing erection—under his desk.

“Cool thanks Daddy!”

She gave him a slow kiss on the cheek and hugged him, her crotch brushing on his thigh.

“Love the new cologne Dad!” she complimented as she finally left his office.

Seth let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He was too turned on to not do anything about it. He left the awful paper aside and turned on his laptop. He needed to see skin; tits, pussy, ass; anything that didn’t belong to his daughter.

He had come across a rather interesting website where people posted pictures of themselves in provocative poses. He had ended up posting some pictures of his 9-inch cock on which he was regularly complimented. It aroused him to know women—and men—he didn’t know were getting off looking at his erection.

There was one horny little minx who kept sending him nasty messages; what she’d do to him, how she’d suck him off, how her tight, wet hole would milk his fat cock. She had said she was 18 and had huge fantasies involving older men, which suited him just fine since he had huge fantasies involving younger girls.

As he suspected, when he logged in there was a message from her. He teased himself, not reading his horny little minx’s message and surfed the amateur pictures instead, rubbing his cock over his pants.

“Look at that…” he whispered to himself when he saw his little minx had posted pictures of herself. He clicked the link and saw a first picture. A shot from behind, where she wore her hair in pigtails, her short skirt hiked up her tight buns, her pristine white panties bearing a wet spot. Her hair was dark with red streaks, which reminded him of his daughter’s…once again, he chased the thought of his gorgeous daughter off his mind and opened another picture of his sexy online slut.

It was a close up of her young pussy—of her bald, wet, tight young pussy. She was spreading it open with French manicured hands, showing her delicate pink. The horny cunt was obscenely wet on that picture! He unzipped his slacks and pulled out his raging hard on.

He opened another picture; a chest shot, where she was unbuttoning her white blouse, her red-streaked hair cascading on her slim shoulders, her pink puffy nipples poking through the thin material of her blouse. “Holy fuck…” he whispered to himself, slowly stroking his cock up and down.

The little girl looked so much like his daughter it was frightening—and somehow incredibly arousing. His cock leaked pre-cum. He opened the last picture attached to her post. Her entire torso was in the shot, white blouse unbuttoned, her small tits displayed, puffy nipples erect, her tiny hand buried in her wet, white panties.

Enough teasing; he opened his inbox and clicked on his horny minx’s message. He leaned back, grabbed the baby oil bottle he kept in his desk drawer and started reading.

“Hello there handsome! I don’t have a lot of time today; I’m driving to my dad’s.”

She had mentioned having a thing about Daddy/daughter stories and despite his best denial, so did he.

“I get so horny when I think about my dad it’s unbearable! But I won’t bore you with this.”

If only you knew, sweetheart, how much I would love for you to write about your fantasies involving your father…

“I masturbated looking at your cock again. God you’re one sexy man Seth! You turn me on so much. So this morning just before I left to go to my dad’s I took my big dildo, you know the one I bought so I could pretend it was your cock, and slowly licked it up and down getting it wet. I looked at the pictures you sent me and felt my little clit swell.”

He heard the front door open. Was Jess back already?

“Daddy! Come see what I bought!”

She sounded excited. “Shit!” he muttered between his teeth. He ran to the bathroom, holding his pants up as best he could, his throbbing erection pointing the way.

“In a minute sweetheart!”

He stood over the adıyaman escort bathroom sink and jerked off hard and fast. He couldn’t let his daughter see him like this and there was no way he could lose that throbbing erection; he had to cum. She knocked on the bathroom door just as he let out a low and long moan. ‘Oh please Jess go away!’ he thought.

“Hurry Daddy I need to pee badly!”

Her soft voice made his dick burst. He grunted as his cock spurted 4 thick ropes of hot cum in the sink.

“Daddeee!”

“Holy mother of God!” he thought as her plea made his balls produce another 2 spurts somehow.

How could he look her in the eye after that? He felt so ashamed of his behavior. He quickly washed his hands and the sink and was barely out of the bathroom his daughter rushed past him, lifting her skirt and dropping her panties to her knees. Dropping her pristine white panties down to her knees.

Seth forced himself to look away and shut the bathroom door. The laptop screen was still displaying the provocative pictures and the half-read message. He shut down the thing and tucked away the oil bottle. “Awful, perverted man…” he thought.

Jessica came in his office, proudly showing off the two big bags she was holding.

“Oh good you’re here. Sit in your chair and I’ll model my new clothes ok?”

She was so playful he had to smile.

“Sit,” she demanded like the spoiled child she was. He complied and watched her walk out of his office, her round behind swaying perhaps a bit too much.

A minute or two passed, and a weird song blared from Jessica’s room. She loved making fun of actresses and models and her impersonation as she walked in his office was dead on: long strides, angry expression, hands on her hips, shoulders straight (tits proudly leading the way).

The singer in the song Jess had put on was moaning on a beat that belonged in a gentlemen’s club. How odd. Jess was wearing tight jeans and a brown leather jacket. High heel leather boots and a matching handbag completed the outfit. She paused and turned in front of him, giving him a fake wink. Her tight bum looked incredibly delicious in those jeans, and her little pussy lips were almost clearly visible the denim was so close to her skin.

He clapped his hand as if he were a fashion reporter, playing the game his daughter started. (Was that woman singing, “Do you think I’m a nasty girl”?)

She walked out of his office shaking her little ass and came back a minute or two later wearing a completely different outfit.

“I see you have bought a new winter wardrobe sweetheart…”

Jess winked at him again, and modeled her new black leather skirt and corset, that singer still moaning rather obscene lyrics (I need seven inches or more!).

“Just what is that song honey?”

She stroked her leather covered thighs.

“Oh a silly song from the 80’s: Vanity 6, Daddy. Is that corset too tight?”

She leaned forward her perky breasts trapped in the leather corset, which probably was too tight but the silhouette it was giving his daughter was so erotic he denied it.

“No sweetheart, it looks perfect!”

Noticing the quality of the leather Seth couldn’t help but ask, “So what’s the damage Jessica?”

A pout. Then she bit her plump bottom lip. He cleared his throat and shifted in his leather chair. He refused to be aroused by his daughter.

“Well, I didn’t really add…I mean I shopped at Bebe and then 2 or 3 other stores so I don’t really know Daddy.”

He sighed. She was his babygirl and she looked so happy with her new clothes it didn’t really matter how much it all cost. Besides, this short fashion show—his daughter moving to that lewd song—would keep him hot for a long time.

He brushed the thought away. What was wrong with him?

“You’re the best Daddy!”

She hugged him. The new leather scent mixed with his daughter’s aroma aroused him. He cupped a quick feel of her tight bum over the smooth leather and could have sworn his daughter grinded her pussy against his thigh.

Dinner and the rest of the evening was uneventful if one would leave aside how it ended; Jess wanted to watch a movie (Lolita, apparently at her English Lit Prof’s recommendation) but was tired from the driving she had done in the morning so she curled her slim legs under her and snuggled against her father.

She was wearing some sort of low-rise sweat pants and a t-shirt, her hair in pigtails just like his online slut. He felt the urge to masturbate again, especially when he happened to glance at his daughter’s chest and noticed her little nipples were hard again.

She moaned and slid her head down his chest and stomach. He held his breath when she laid her head on his lap; he hoped his cock wouldn’t grow hard. Another moan escaped her parted lips and she shifted her body so that her cheek was resting on his crotch. Jessica was either purposefully trying to arouse him or he was going crazy.

He karabük escort carried his daughter to her room. He laid her on the bed and tucked her in. She opened her arms and he hugged her good night before kissing her forehead.

“I love you Daddy.”

She was half asleep but he answered anyway.

“I love you too babygirl.”

He tidied up the kitchen and went to bed; the Holiday dinners and parties would start soon enough, he’ll need his rest.

He woke up at 2 in the morning for no apparent reason besides his cock being hard. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then he heard it—a long moan coming from his daughter’s bedroom.

“Please honey be dreaming,” he silently begged as Jessica moaned a little louder and his cock twitched as he imagined his little girl playing with her young cunt. He even caught himself wondering if she was still a virgin; with a body like hers, he painfully accepted she probably wasn’t.

“Ooohh yessss! Your cock feels so good!”

Was there some boy with her in there? Seth slipped on cotton pajama pants and walked to his daughter’s room.

“Sweetheart? Are you all right?”

He knocked on the door before opening it. She was alone (thank God!) and was asleep, her t-shirt lifted up to her rib cage and the covers down to her ankles. She was on her stomach, her sweat pants thrown at the foot of the bed, her naked, round behind exposed.

His dick jumped in his pajamas when she let out another low moan, her fine hips rolling on the mattress, her little pussy probably grinding on the soft sheet. He should have gotten out of her room right then but was hypnotized by her perfect, tight little ass.

“Get out, get out, get out!” his mind was screaming. His cock, on the other hand, was screaming, “Don’t you dare leave this room.”

“Mmmmm Daddy…”

Daddy? Did his daughter just moan his name? He stormed out of her room before he did anything he might regret. He rushed to his room and locked the door, grabbed the baby oil bottle he kept in his night table and got naked.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and the angle of his erect cock made him leak pre-cum. “So narcissistic.” He kept on staring at his long, thick cock, picturing against his will his daughter’s plump lips slowly swallowing it.

He poured baby oil in his hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked at himself masturbate. “I should make a video and send it to my little minx” he thought to himself, his hand slowly stroking up and down his long shaft.

He was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Daddee? Can I sleep with you? I am so used of Alex sleeping in the same room I keep waking up alone and I don’t like it!”

Goodness! She had interrupted him twice in the same day; was she doing this on purpose? And how could he be so excited at the thought of having his daughter in his bed? He couldn’t refuse her anything, though, and he quickly got his pajamas back on and unlocked the door, making sure his back was turned on his daughter as he climbed back into bed and got under the covers.

“Of course babygirl.”

His voice sounded husky, even to his own ears.

“Are you OK Daddy?”

Jessica—who apparently didn’t put her sweat pants back on but did put on impeccable white panties and kept her loose t-shirt on—carefully climbed in his king-sized bed. She curled on her right side, facing her Daddy. The way she bit her bottom lip was both cute and alluring.

“Daddy’s fine babygirl, just a bit tired. Now get some sleep ok?”

She nodded and closed her baby blue eyes. He stroked her cheek and suffered until his erection finally subsided—at least subsided enough to let him get some sleep.

He woke up again. The clock on his night table indicated 6:25. He was hard again, and his daughter was curled on her left side, her tight behind brushing on her Daddy’s stiff rod whenever she moved.

How could he be so sick? Getting horny at the sight of his daughter’s ass, at the thought of her hard little nipples, at the desire to feel her wet little girl’s pussy? “I am a sick pervert!” he thought to himself, his heart broken. Jessica’s tight behind brushed once more on his pre-cum leaking cock.

He stood still, his dick never deflating, torn between the desire to be a proper father and the desire to have his little girl suck his cock. He didn’t dare move, fearing he might molest his young daughter if he even moved a finger. He stood still, suffering his daughter’s firm ass brushing on his painfully erect cock whenever she moved.

She finally seemed to wake up and stretched. Seth closed his eyes, feigning sleep. She whispered, “thank you Daddy” and kissed his cheek before carefully getting out of bed.

The minute she closed his bedroom door he turned on his back, yanked his pajamas down to his thighs, grabbed his throbbing cock and jerked off. He was under the covers, his hand moving the sheet up every time he reached the head of his cock. He could hear the familiar “fap” and lost in lust wished his balls slapping on his sexy daughter’s clit were making that sound.

He wished he could spank that tight ass; give the little slut what she deserved for teasing her Daddy. He wished she would bluntly crawl under his desk and unzip his pants willingly so he could stop feeling guilty of wanting her so much.

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“Why are you home? You’re never home. You’re always out on dates,” he said making quotation marks with his fingers of both of his hands when he said the word dates. “Did the drugstore run out of condoms?”

She gave him a cold, hard stare before blurting out her contempt of him.

“Fuck you,” she said giving him a mean look before giving him a smile.

She got his joke. She had a fun sense of humor. Instead of being mad, she laughed. His sister was so pretty but when she smiled in the way she just did; she was even prettier.

“Sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up by getting you to smile. You’re so much prettier when you smile,” he said paying his sister a rare compliment.

He always thought of his compliments in regards to his sister but seldom verbalized them. Whenever he thought about complimenting his sister, he couldn’t possibly verbalize the inappropriate sexual things that flooded his mind.

‘God, my sister has such big tits. Jesus, my sister has such a nice ass. I’d love to spread her long, shapely legs and eat her pussy. I’d loved to tap that ass. She looks so hot in that tight, skimpy outfit. Damn, I can see her nipple through her blouse. Like mother like daughter, she has such big nipples.’

By the looks she gave him, she was always suspicious of his motives whenever he complimented her so he seldom did. With him never complimenting her unless he wanted something, she made a face.

“I can’t help it if I’m popular,” she said with a sexy laugh while tossing back her long, lush, brown, hair with a flip of her head.

As if she was getting ready to blow one of her many boyfriends or hopefully him by moving her hair out of the way, he loved it when his sister flipped back her hair in that sexy way. With him thwarted from seeing her panties or her pussy, he stared at the big impressions her breasts made in her blouse. Not that his sister needed a padded bra, she didn’t, but with most bras sold today padded, he was unable to see the impressions his sister’s nipples would have made through her bra and blouse. Not even giving him a glimpse of her cleavage, but for one unbuttoned button, her blouse was buttoned nearly all the way to her neck.

“So why are you home?”

She made a sour face and rolled her eyes.

“My date cancelled at the last minute. We were supposed to see a movie. He has the flu,” she said. “Well, now that you’re home, I’m going to bed,” she said standing without parting her knees as if her knees were cemented together. “It’s late and I’m tired.”

He was touched that his sister waited up for him to make sure he got home safe.

“Thanks for waiting up for me,” he said.

Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her while thinking about offering his sister money to strip herself naked and have sex with him. He’d love nothing more to see his sister naked with a hundred-dollar bill placed on each of her nipples and another one placed on her pussy. She gave him a dirty look in response to his thanks for waiting up for him.

“I wasn’t waiting up for you. I was on the phone and then I was watching a movie,” she said. “Goodnight,” she said.

Even though she was such a bitch, he still stared at the sexy shape her ass made in her skirt as she climbed the stairs. If judging her body by her breasts, by all the wet T-shirt contests she had won during Spring Break, not only did his sister have beautiful breasts, breasts that he had yet to see, she had a beautiful body too. The perfect package with a very pretty face, big tits, and a shapely ass, she had long, sexy, shapely legs too.

With him being the incorrigible pervert that he was, he was tempted to run up behind her and squat down on the stairs for an up skirt peek to see if she was wearing panties. Only, not wanting to be a total degenerate and not wanting to ruin his chances with her, he’d save his incestuous lust for a little later when confronting her with money. He turned off the television, turned down the heat, and turned off the lights.

Chapter 02:

Instead of running up the stairs behind her and squatting down on the stairs to peek up her short skirt to see if she was wearing panties, Jason waited for his sister to climb the stairs. Not easy to control the urge, he so wanted to know if she was wearing panties or not. He so wanted to peek up her skirt to see her the in between her legs peek of her panty clad or of her naked ass.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs while waiting and listening for his sister to finish using the bathroom. Not wanting her to see him, he ducked out of the way when she walked by the second floor landing to go in her room. He waited and listened until he heard Jennifer’s bedroom door close and before he slowly and silently crept up the stairs. As if on a mission and he was, he was as nervous as he was sexually zonguldak escort excited. As if a planned invasion, hoping to catch her in her sexy underwear, topless, or even naked, he was going to barge in his sister’s bedroom in hopes that she was indecently dressed.

Slowly but surely, step by step, as if he was a burglar in his own house, he quietly snuck up the steps. As if he was a Ninja assassin in readiness to kill someone, he didn’t make a sound. As if he was an intruder who wanted to remain undetected until the last possible instant, he crept up the stairs while wondering what his big sister was doing behind her closed, bedroom door.

Spending a lot of time alone in her room lately, her private place and her sacred space, when she wasn’t out on a date, she was always in her bedroom. What was she doing, he wondered? Was she already undressing herself? Was she brushing her beautiful, long, brown, lush hair in the mirror while in her sexy underwear, topless, or naked? He wondered that too. Or was she doing nothing sexual and just removing her make up. He didn’t know. He couldn’t tell. He had no idea but it was pure torture wondering if she was already undressing.

Truth be told and something he’d never tell his sister for fear that she’d hit him, she looked so much better with her make up than without it. A pretty woman anyway but with makeup making a dramatic difference, and with her going from a nine to a ten plus, she was sensational looking with all of those beauty products on her face. As if her face was a blank canvas that she painted with her cosmetic brush, by adding the right amount of shades, tints, and colors, she knew how to make herself look even more beautiful. Then, when she smiled, such a shocking transformation, as if her beauty and white teeth lit up an otherwise dark room, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

With her always on her cell phone, he always wondered if she was talking on the phone to one of her hot girlfriends or to one of her many boyfriends. Not having a life of his own, he lived vicariously through his sister and his mother. Whatever they were doing, whether freely, begrudgingly, or reluctantly, they always invited him and included him. He enjoyed being around them as much as they no doubt rather that he was out with a girlfriend. Only, there was no woman that he wanted more than his sister and/or his mother. They were the only women for him. They were so beautiful. They were so sexy.

He didn’t have a cell phone, unable to afford one, until now, his sister’s phone was always ringing off the hook. No doubt because she always put out on a date with another new man and never said no, not one to disappoint and sexually frustrate her date, there was always some man sniffing around her. Like mother, like daughter, his sister was such a whore. Like mother, like daughter, and like grandmother, they were all such whores.

Rather than imagining her getting ready for bed, as he enjoyed imagining, maybe she was getting ready to masturbate. The only thing he’d like more than walking in on his sister undressing is walking in on his sister while she was masturbating.

‘In the way I’d love for my sister to know only catch me masturbating but also watch me masturbating, I’d love to catch my sister masturbating. I’d love to watch my sister masturbating,’ he thought.

Fingering herself with her fingers or rubbing her clit with her vibrator, he imagined his sister fucking her pussy with her dildo. She had a big, black dildo that she named Tyrone. He’d love to watch her fuck her pussy with that big, hard monster.

As if she was an exotic and erotic stripper on stage, he’d love for his sister to give him a personal, private masturbation show of the interior of her pink pussy. He’d love to watch her feeling her big, naked breasts and fingering her erect, naked nipples, while playing with her wet, naked cunt. He’d love for his sister to ask him for a helping hand, an eager mouth, or a fast finger. Just as he’d love to masturbate together with his sister, he’d love for his sister to watch him masturbating too.

‘How hot is that? I’d definitely pay to see her tease her clit with her vibrator before fucking her cunt hole with her dildo,’ he thought while thinking about all of the things he could persuade his sister to do for money.

Only, once he opened that Pandora’s Box of incest there was no turning back. Once they crossed that line of incest, nothing would be the same. Their incestuous, sexual memories, would be forever etched in their minds. Even after they married, had children, and lived respectable, separate lives, the guilt and the remorse that he had sex with his sister would always haunt him.

Impossible to know, he stood still on the steps to listen while trying to hear what his sister was doing in her room. Careful not to step on the creaking steps to alert her in knowing that he was there waiting while listening, he made it to the front of her bedroom door without making a sound. This fethiye escort was it, alone with his hot sister, and with his mother not around to run interference and ruin everything, he was so close to Nirvana and to claiming his sister as his prize. He couldn’t wait to see her in her sexy underwear. He couldn’t wait to see her topless. He couldn’t wait to see her naked.

By unexpectedly barging open her bedroom door at the precise moment, he was hopefully going to see his sister in her panties and bra, topless, naked, or pleasuring herself while naked on her bed. This was it, this was finally it, his sexual fantasy come true, with his mother not around to interrupt him, he was finally going to see his slutty sister without her clothes. As nervous as he was sexually excited, he couldn’t wait to barge open her bedroom door. He couldn’t wait to see something of his sister that he shouldn’t see and had never seen before. He just couldn’t wait to quickly open her bedroom door. He couldn’t wait.

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Their mother was gone for the weekend visiting her sick mother, their grandmother, Jean. The first time in a long time, finally, he was home alone with his sister for an extended period of time. Hopefully, with her cooperating, this was his chance to see his sister in all manner of undress. He just hoped to God that his mother didn’t bring his grandmother home to stay with them again. He loved his grandmother, of course, but sometimes she was too much.

Once here, squatting in the spare bedroom, she never leaves. As if a ghost who haunted the house, she was here, there, and everywhere. With her short fuse and hot temper, she sometimes reminded him of Granny Clampett of the Beverly Hillbillies fame. With her hearing everything and seeing all, she was omniscient in her awareness of what he was doing and when he was doing it. Something he got away with his mother, his grandmother was always hitting him in the head for misbehaving, for being impolite, and for being disrespectful.

Her weapon of choice, as if it was an extension of her hand, was her heavy, cast iron, 12″ frying pan. The heavy pan must weigh ten pounds. When she wasn’t walking around swinging her cast iron, frying pan at his head, she was making pan-sized pancakes that nearly weighed as much as the pan. Because of the things he did, didn’t do, said, or forgot to say, especially please and thank you, she was always bopping him in the back of his head with that pan. Now even in his sleep, he heard a gong sound of iron against bone.

“Geez, Grandma, you’re going to give me a concussion or brain damage,” he said rubbing his head every time she hit him with her pan.

She made a sour face at him as if he was a crybaby.

“You’d have to have a brain to have it damaged,” she said laughing. “With you masturbating night and day and with you sneaking around trying to see your sister and your mother without their clothes, the only brain you have is in your penis. Now unless I hit you with my frying pan in your testicles, you’re safe from being brain damaged,” she said with a loud, annoying laugh.

With her wearing a lot of costume jewelry, able to smell her before entering a room or after she left a room, she always smelled of BENGAY and cheap Avon perfume. Showing no embarrassment or shame, she was always walking around him in her granny panties and her huge five hook bra, topless, or naked, and without her teeth. The first time he saw his grandmother in her bra and panties, with him always so horny and filled with testosterone, he masturbated night and day. The first time he saw her topless, he again masturbated himself night and day over seeing her giant, sagging breasts, her large areolas, and her big, erect nipples. Then, the first time he saw her naked, after seeing her wrinkled ass and bushy brown pussy, he broke his old record by masturbating himself five times in one day.

Accustomed to seeing her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked, he seldom masturbated over her anymore. Now seeing his grandmother topless and/or naked was much like getting used to seeing naked people on a nude beach. Only, having a sexual overload, he’d never get used to seeing naked women, of course, but that’s what he heard happens on a nude beach. Seen one, seen them all was hard for him to believe. Yet, had he not experienced that sexual disinterest with his grandmother’s naked appearance, he may not have believed that a nude beach phenomena was the same.

He wished his sister and mother were exhibitionists in the way that his grandmother obviously was. He wished his sister would walk around him in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. He wished his mother would walk around him in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. If only his mother and sister would take a lesson from his grandmother, he’d have no need to pay them money for sex. If only his sister and mother would walk around him naked, he’d freely walk around them naked too. Just as he wished he alanya escort could see them naked, obviously they didn’t want to see him naked.

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In the way his sister was young, at 23-years-old, and his mother was mature at 46-years-old, his grandmother was old, wicked old at 69-years-old. With her nipples pointing at her feet instead of pointing straight ahead, her big breasts sagged as much as her body was wrinkled. Actually making her look older than what she was, drinking and smoking had taken a toll on his grandmother’s body. Nonetheless, with her 69-years-old, she was closer in age to 80-years-old than she was to 50-years-old.

In the way he was always trying to see his mother and his sister without their clothes, convolutely weird, his grandmother was always trying to see him without his clothes. He wished it was the other way around. He wished his mother and sister were intent on seeing him without his clothes. Willing to show them what he imagined that they so wanted to see, he’d love nothing more than to expose his cock to his sexy sister and his MILF of a mother. Instead, not nearly the same, he was relegated to being forced to expose his cock to his ancient grandmother.

The oracle of the family, never filtering anything before saying it, and fearing no woman or man, his grandmother was a character. In the way that his sister and mother were whores, so wasn’t his grandmother. Only, in the way that his sister and mother went out of their way to hide their whoredom, seemingly, his grandmother didn’t care. She was proud of being a whore.

Perhaps too old to care what anyone thought of her, his grandmother was out in the open about her nasty, incestuous, sexual behavior and her slutty sexuality. She loved telling off-color and dirty, filthy, disgusting jokes to anyone who’d listen, even strangers on the street. Wishing his bedroom door had a lock on it, she always barged in his bedroom on the pretense that she needed his help with something just as he was shooting a load of cum all over his chest and stomach.

Wishing it was his mother or his sister catching him masturbating and cumming, his grandmother had an innate sense and a psychic way of somehow knowing when he was ejaculating from masturbating himself. With his hand tightly wrapped around his cock, his headphones on, and his eyes closed, he couldn’t count how many times he opened his eyes to see his grandmother standing in his bedroom with his door closed behind her. As if she was a ghost haunting him or she magically appeared seemingly out of thin air, she was always there watching him masturbating while staring at his cock. In the way that he leered at his sister and mother, his grandmother leered at him. Obviously, in the way that he sexually wanted his sister and mother, his grandmother sexually wanted him.

“Gees, Grandma. What the fuck? Am I not allowed any privacy? Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing. You need to knock first before opening my door. I was busy doing something,” he said embarrassed that his grandmother caught him cumming all over his chest and stomach, yet, again.

Too big and too stiff for him to cover his erect prick with his hand and to stuff it back down out of her view, she always stared at his exposed cock. Whenever she caught him naked and stroking himself, she stared at his engorged prick in the way he imagined his sister and mother staring at his engorged prick. Even though he wasn’t sexually attracted to his grandmother in the way he was sexually attracted to his sister and mother, whenever his grandmother stared at his cock in the way she did, she made him horny. She made him want her to stroke him. She made him want her to suck him. She even made him want her to fuck him.

“Busy my ass. You were busy masturbating yourself again is all. You’re going to go blind,” she said pointing her crooked, tobacco stained finger of accusation at him. “Boy, you need to get a hobby other than jerking off. You need to get a job,” she said. “You need to get out more. You need a girlfriend,” she said posing, smiling, and batting her eyelashes at him as if hinting for him to make her his girlfriend.

Embarrassed that she caught him jerking off, yet, again, now he knew how his sister and mother must feel with him stalking them in hopes of seeing something that he shouldn’t see of them. Now he knew how his sister and mother must feel when he stares at them and leers at them. Now he knew how his sister and mother must feel when he undresses them with his eyes.

“Next time knock, please, Grandma,” he said with his hand covering most of his cock but with his hairy balls in plain sight.

Before closing his bedroom door and leaving without even telling him what it was she wanted, she looked from his cock to look at him before staring down at his engorged prick again. She stared at his exposed prick as if she wanted to suck him and fuck him. Then, she said something that he wished his sister and/or his mother would say to him instead of his grandmother.

“Next time,” she said moving her hand up and down as if giving an imaginary hand job. “So that you don’t run the risk of getting hairy palms, I can help you with that,” she said giving him a sexy smile, a naughty look, a dirty laugh, and a wink. “Whenever you’d like me to do that for you, I could give you a hand job. I don’t mind,” she said with a dirty laugh.

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