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Emma and Lucas were able to leave university a couple days early for summer break so they decided to surprise their parents who were house sitting in England for the summer.

They took a train from London to Penzance and decided to take a cab instead of calling their parents for the short 20 minute ride to St. Ives.

When they got to their parent’s house Lucas grabbed Emma’s arm to stop her from knocking on the door. “Look,” he said. “Mom’s wearing plastic panties.”

Emma looked and said, “Yeah, and Daddy’s wearing plastic diapers and has a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower.”

“I didn’t know they were into plastic. I may be scarred for life,” Lucas said smiling as he knocked on the door.

Their parents quickly donned robes before answering the door. “We weren’t expecting you for two more days,” Sheila said. “This is such a great surprise.”

Emma hugged her father and whispered in his ear, “Daddy, those plastic diapers don’t do much to control your dick.” She pressed her pussy up against his cock wishing he wasn’t wearing his robe.

When Lucas hugged his mother he said, “You’re plastic panties give me a boner.” He slid his hand inside her robe and felt the plastic panties covering her pussy.

“Stop that,” his mother said and told him to get his hand out of her pants.

—

Emma finished her early morning run and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Her mother was leaning over the sink with her plastic panties down around her knees. Lucas was holding her hips and slamming his long cock into her pussy over and over again. After cumming they both slowly sank to the floor.

Sitting on the floor with his mother sitting in his lap he looked at Emma and said, “Hi, this kilis escort isn’t what it looks like”

“It sure looks like you were sliding your dick into our mother’s pussy.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Lucas tried to explain. “I thought it was you washing dishes at the sink, not Mom. When I pulled her panties down she grabbed my cock between her legs and before I knew it was Mom my cock was buried in her pussy. By then it was too late.”

Emma looked at her mother and asked, “Are you okay Mom?”

“I’m good,” she said pulling the plastic panties up. She looked Emma and said, “I thought it was your father. He comes up behind me at the sink and fucks me all the time when I’m wearing my plastic panties.”

Emma knew that her brother knew full well who he was fucking. “Hell, if he can fuck Mom I can certainly fuck Daddy,” she thought and started to hatch a plan.

Later that morning Emma asked her mother if she could borrow her plastic panties. “I want to see if it’s something my boyfriend would like. I want to send him a few photos.”

“They’re in the top left drawer of my dresser,” Sheila said. “I’m sure he will love them. Your father’s dick is like Pavlov’s dog every time I put them on. I like giving him hand-jobs when we go to the movies.”

That’s exactly what Emma was hoping for.

Sheila gave Emma a hug and said, “Lucas and I are driving over to Penzance. Your father is in the back, working in the yard.”

As soon as her mother and brother left Emma went to her mother’s dresser and got the plastic panties. She held up the panties and saw that the crotch was just two overlapping pieces of plastic like the fly on men’s tighty-whities.

“They aren’t kilis escort bayan crotchless but they may as well be,” she thought. She stepped into the plastic panties and pulled them up tight against her pussy. “My boyfriend will love these,” she thought looking at herself in the mirror.

—

Lucas joined his mother in the car. “This is going to be fun,” he said. “Dad let me borrow his plastic diapers, see?” Lucas unzipped his pants and let his plastic covered dick out.

Sheila looked at his stiff cock and said, “You shouldn’t be doing that,” she said, but the wetness between her legs said something else.

“Come on, Mom. You let me fuck you yesterday and you said you liked giving Dad hand-jobs when he wears his plastic diapers.”

Sheila looked longingly at her son’s hard cock covered in plastic and finally gave in. “Okay, but only this one time.” She reached over and grabbed his cock through the plastic and jerked him off.

When he finished cumming she said, “Put your dick back in your pants and zip up.” She put the car in reverse and backed out.

By the time they got to Penzance Lucas was hard again and asked his mother, “Just one more time, please.”

“I said just the one time,” she said looking at his hard cock. “But I guess once more won’t hurt anything.” What she really wanted was to lean over and suck all the cum out of his cock and balls.

Walking through the store later Lucas said, “It feels weird wearing plastic diapers. I can feel my balls soaking in my cum.”

Back at the house Emma was still modeling the plastic panties when she saw her father coming up to the house.

She hurried to the kitchen and started washing escort kilis dishes just as her father came in.

Steve looked at the plastic covered ass and quickly dropped his pants. “Perfect timing, honey. Lucas told me he and Emma were driving over to Penzance.” He walked up behind her and said, “The place is all ours and you know how your plastic panties turn me on.” He grabbed both her breasts and stuck his cock between her legs.

Emma spread her legs and reached for her father’s cock, helping it find it’s way into her pussy between the flaps in the plastic panties.

“Harder, slam your cock into me,” she demanded when she felt her father’s stiff cock pounding her from behind.

Steve started to pull his cock out when he heard Emma’s voice instead of his wife’s, but the deed had already been done. He rammed his cock back into his daughter’s wet pussy.

“Don’t stop, Daddy. I’m about to cum.” Emma had to bend down and lean on the counter to stop from collapsing to the floor when she climaxed. She felt her father’s warm cum in her pussy as her orgasm swept over her.

Emma was kneeling on the floor sucking the last bit of cum out of her father’s penis just as her mother and Lucas returned from Penzance.

Sheila just stood there looking at her husband as he pulled his dick from their daughter’s hungry mouth. “Let me guess, you thought it was me you were fucking?”

Steve nodded.

Sheila looked at Emma and Lucas and said, “Fucking your parents is wrong. You should both be ashamed of yourselves.”

She tried to sound angry but wasn’t very convincing. “Give me back my plastic panties,” she said to Emma and told Lucas to return the plastic diapers to his father.

Lucas and Emma stood there, naked, as their parents retreated to their bedroom. Lucas looked at Emma and said, “Care for a quick fuck?” Emma didn’t say anything but jumped up on the kitchen counter and spread her legs. Lucas could see his father’s cum running down his sister’s legs as he guided his cock into her well lubricated pussy.

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Chadwick “Chad” Gauthier is a young high school student working part-time tech support specialist for a BPO company. He is the only child of Martha Gauthier. He lost his father when he was five. As he grows, he transforms into an exact replica of his father, with the same hair color and style, height, and weight.

Martha is an early-fifties widow who works as an office secretary for a mid-size clothing company. She is a 5’9″ dark-haired, beauty with a curvy figure, and she is well aware of it. She is always flawlessly made up and dressed to accentuate her hourglass figure. She never remarried because she is worried her future husband would not treat Chad as a son.

Because Chad’s job requires him to spend a significant amount of time working on computers, he develops the habit of occasionally visiting adult websites. Browsing these sites leads him to become a MILF fan and a fan of videos with incestuous content. These websites frequently entice him to consider having an incestuous relationship with his blood relatives, including his mother.

He’d previously lost a lot of friends due to their sexually suggestive and raunchy remarks about his mother.

Martha is outgoing and enjoys showing off her cleavage and leg. She frequently wears short, tight skirts and blouses to work every day, leaving little to the imagination. But she is a very principled woman. Even though there were men who tried to ‘mend her kettle’, she is adamant that her pussy only belongs to one man – her late husband.

Chad never realizes that his fantasies will soon become a reality.

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On Chad’s 18th birthday, Martha allows him to celebrate his transition from a boy to a young man with his close friends.

However, to her surprise, Chad celebrates his birthday with her.

So Martha decides that they will just spend some time with each other beside their small above-ground pool.

As Martha reclines on one of the chaise longue wearing a pale blue two-piece bikini, Chad asks her a question that she had been anticipating for a long time.

“Mom, can I have a beer?”

“I bought a couple of beers and they’re in the fridge. Help yourself,” she replies with a giggle.

“Thanks, mom, “Chad replies enthusiastically as he goes over to the fridge inside and opens his first beer.

He returns a minute later with a beer in hand.

“Wow, this is how a beer tastes,” Chad says after taking his first swig.

“You’re a young man now, so you’ll get used to it,” Martha counters. “But, take it slow, and don’t go binging!” She cautions.

Half an hour later, they both have the urge to pee and run to the outdoor pool bathroom. They arrive at the bathroom door together with Chad entering first and Martha following.

Chad is surprised to see his mother in the bathroom with him. He tries to object, but Martha says, “Be quick with it!”

The young man lifts the toilet seat, drops his shorts, pulls out his cock, and sprays a powerful stream into the toilet bowl.

Even though Martha is behind her son, she can still see his cock from where she is.

When she notices the size of her son’s “package,” she covers her mouth in astonishment. The last time she saw her son’s cock was when he was in grade school. She never realized that her son is well-endowed. Chad is blessed with a ‘big cock.’

In her own perception, Martha considers a big dick to be at least 7 1/2 ” long with a 4″ girth. Since her pussy only tasted one cock and medium size at that, she can safely say that she has yet to feel the ‘sting’ of a big dick.

After he’s done, Chad shakes a few drops from his penis. Martha pulls down her bikini bottom and sits on the bowl, mixing her pisses with her son’s, while he stuffs his phallus back into his shorts.

As Chad tries to leave, Martha tells him – “I never thought that you have a big cock, baby!”

Martha’s remarks confuse her son.

“I would like to touch your cock, baby. I’m just curious!” Martha remarks.

“What?…you rus escort want to what?” Chad clears.

“Will you permit me to touch your cock, baby?” Martha clarifies.

Chad is still confused but gives in to his mom’s request. He pulls out his cock once again.

Chad’s cock reacts when it feels the warmness of a woman’s hand s it slowly hardens.

Martha cracks a smile as she notices his reaction. She looks at her son and realizes he is no longer a child. He is no longer a vulnerable child. He’s a horny young man with raging hormones.

She then shifts her gaze to his cock. As his cock grows on her hands, she estimates that his son’s size is way bigger than her own personal definition of a big dick.

She considers giving it a few strokes but decides not to.

She lets go of his cock, wipes her pussy, stands up and puts back her bikini, flushes the toilet, and walks over to the sink to wash her hands.

————————————————————————————————————————-

Martha dives into the pool to dose off some heat.

Chad takes another beer and slugs a big one. He needs to erase in his mind what had just transpired. Although he is open to incestuous relationships, he does not want to do it with his mom. He prefers Margret Delaney, her aunt, and Martha’s younger sister, or with his Aunts Susan Doyle and Sandra Miles, his father’s sisters.

“Can you also give me a beer, son?” Martha requests.

Chad gets another beer from the fridge, opens it, and gives it to his mom.

“Chad,” Martha opens up after sipping her beer.

“Yes, mom!” Chad replies.

“A while ago, as I held your hard-on, I felt a tingle in my pussy,” Martha reveals.

“Did it bother you?” Chad asks.

“No, son. it didn’t,” Martha replies.

“You see, baby, I like looking at hard big cocks; big cocks attract my attention,” Martha explains. “Your cock is bigger than your dad’s. But I enjoyed my sexual rendezvous with your dad,” she adds.

“So what’s pestering you, mom?” Chad asks as he drinks his beer.

“What upsets me is that you’re my son, and you shouldn’t make me feel the same way I did when I saw and touch your big cock a while ago,” Martha explains further as she sips her beer.

“I think I understand what you mean, mom. Honestly, I have an infatuation for incestuous affairs,” Chad confesses.

“You what?”

“I know it sounds perverted, but I really do,” Chad answers back.

“So who do you want to do it with?” Martha asks.

“Anyone but you,” Chad responds as he finishes his beer.

Martha’s face flushes with surprise as she watches her son heads inside to get another bottle of beer.

She downs a large portion of her beer in an attempt to drown out her son’s revelations.

Martha is at a loss for words.

She has no idea that her son has a thing for incest.

When her son reappears, carrying another bottle of beer, Martha asks him,

“Tell me, baby, if you have a thing for incestuous affairs, why do you exclude me?”

“Am I not good for you?”

“No…no…mom, I would love to but I just can’t,” Chad tries to reason out.

Martha finishes her beer and pulls herself out of the pool.

As she wipes herself, she asks her son, “If you really want to have sex with your blood relatives, why won’t you include me?”

“I never saw you entertain other men or go on dates since Dad died, so I surmise that you don’t want to have sex with other men because of Dad,” Chad explains as he dabs his beer.

Her son’s explanation melts Martha’s heart but at the same time, she realizes how observant his son is. He knows that she reserves her pussy only for his Dad.

As she wraps the towel around her waist, she asks Chad, “Are you still a virgin, baby?”

“I dated, but I had to settle for feeling their boobs,” Chad answers as he sips his beer.

“So you’re indeed a virgin,” Martha concludes.

Chad shrugs his shoulder in response.

Martha smiles and her escort rus flirtatious side springs to life.

“OK baby, let’s not ruin your birthday. Why don’t you freshen up and go to my room afterward so that I can give my gift to you, OK?”

“OK, see you later mom,” Chad affirms as he finishes his beer.

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When Chad enters his mother’s room, Martha has just stepped out of the shower, wearing a robe.

“Hi baby, are you excited about your mommy’s gift for you?”

“I’m curious,” Chad replies.

“Sit on the bed, baby,” Martha instructs then adds, “Are you ready for it?”

Chad nods his head.

Martha removes her robe and drops them on the floor.

Chad’s mouth fell open when his mom flaunted her gift – a tall naked beaming woman with a pair of 34Fs, a shaved pussy, and a killer figure.

“What…what…” Chad stammers, still deciphering what is going on.

“Don’t you like my gift, baby?” Martha asks.

“You mean…you’re body is my gift?” Chad clarifies.

“Yes, baby…I’m granting your fantasy!” Martha clears as she makes her way toward her son.

The sight and smell of her mother’s pussy resonates with his manhood, which Martha noticed.

Her son’s erection ignites the ember that is slowly burning inside Martha’s dormant sexual desires. She had promised herself that her pussy will only belong to her husband. But Chad is a spitting image of his father. They differ in the size of their package.

“Are you having a hard-on for mommy, baby?”

“I do mom.”

“Do you want to help mommy with her itch, baby?” Martha asks.

“What itch, mom?”

“This is itching, baby,” Martha says, rubbing her pussy. “It wants your tongue,” she adds.

Chad could not believe what is happening right now as Martha lies down in bed.

The taste of his mother’s pussy is enticing that from his first taste, he concludes that he will like eating a woman’s pussy.

“Does your mommy tastes good, baby?”

“Uhum,” he replies as his mouth is stuck on her vulva. He keeps pushing his tongue into her as deeply as he can and licking up across her swollen clit.

Her son’s tongue on her clit must have felt so good to Martha that she resigns her protests and grabs his head, saying, “Oh, oh, lick me right there, baby. Suck on me right there.”‘

Chad complies with her request.

“Oh…mom, you taste really good,” Chad declares as he relishes his first pussy.

A few moments later, Martha offers, “Can I taste your cock, baby?”

“With pleasure, mom!”

Chad then removes his blue boxer shorts and his shirt. As her mom sits, he offers his cock to her hungry mouth.

Martha begins licking his penis glands before slowly swallowing his entire shaft. She then gives her son a deep throat while gagging due to its size.

“Oh, my…baby you’re so…big,” Martha admits as she wipes the saliva drooling from her mouth.

“Mom, can I feel your boobs?”

“Yes, baby. No one touches my boobs but my husband and my son,” Martha replies as Chad caresses and gropes her boobs.

“Why don’t you lick my nipples, baby?” Martha invites.

Chad licks the circles around Martha’s areola, flicking her nipples with his tongue, and alternately sucking and nibbling her nipples.

“Oh, it feels good, baby,” Martha remarks as she feels the amount of stimulation that her young son’s tongue provides.

As Chad continues to play with her mother’s mom, Martha whispers to him words that will forever break the barriers of forbidden relationships.

“On this day 18 years ago…you popped out of my pussy. So it’s only natural that my pussy will be the first pussy that your big dick has to satisfy.” Martha narrates.

“Are you sure mom? ” Chad clarifies.

“You are a stud baby and a virgin so I want that cock of yours for myself,” Martha responds as she gives her son a not-so-motherly kiss on his lips.

It never occurred to Chad that his mother rus escort bayan will be the first woman to let him see, touch, taste, and fuck her pussy.

The cool air of the January breeze is insufficient to dissipate the heat of the activities inside the bedroom.

Chad’s cock is being sucked by the most beautiful and important woman in his young life. If someone had told him the day before that this would happen, he would have thought he was insane.

This is insane–crazy with the most exciting, wonderful feelings he has ever felt.

Martha bobbed her head back and forth, sliding her son’s dick in and out of her hot mouth while playing with her own pussy between her legs.

Chad detects a rapid buildup but does not have time to warn his mother. In a series of rapid-fire squirts, his sperm erupts into her mouth. He can feel her mother’s mouth and tongue frantically working as she swallows everything.

“I’m sorry, Mom. That was never my intention. “I…I… I just can’t control it,” Chad apologizes, slumping into the bed and unable to stand.

“Don’t worry, baby. I miss it,” Martha reassures her son. “But you haven’t reached cloud nine yet,” she points out.

Despite his ejaculation, Chad’s cock only softens slightly but does not limp.

Martha swallows her son’s cock once again, resuscitating it back to life. She did not stop until she is satisfied with his hardness.

Before the young man realizes what is happening, his cock is already impaled on his mother’s pussy. He can feel the hottest and most glorious tight cavity one could imagine.

Martha closes her eyes for a brief moment as she savors a cock for the first time after over a decade of abstinence.

“Now I know why some of the guys in school talk so much about how good it feels to fuck,” Chad remarks.

Martha does not respond as she is still feeling the ‘sting’ of a big cock on her tight pussy.

Martha gradually rides her son’s cock, adjusting her pace, depth, and angle of penetration, finding the comfort that feels best for her. She finds her ideal combination just a few seconds later.

“Mom, I love fucking you so much! How I wish this would never end,” Chad tells Martha.

“Yes, baby, yes, yes, yes!” Martha replies as she bounces from her son’s cock faster and harder.

Chad feels his second orgasm developing after so much cock bouncing. He doesn’t want it. He wants to keep watching her naked breasts sway and bounce as she rides him. He does everything he can to avoid having his climax.

But Martha announces, “I’m coming, baby! “

“Me too,” Chad replies and explodes in her tightness.

Martha counters every spurt her son makes.

“Oh…that was good baby,” Martha says, slumping on her son’s chest.

One thing is certain after the smoke clears — Chad is no longer a virgin.

“Mom,” Chad calls out softly.

“Yes, baby?” Martha replies as she lifts her head to look at her son.

“I never imagined that on my 18th birthday, I’d lose my virginity to the most important woman in my life,” Chad says, smiling at his mother.

“But remember, baby, that what we did was frowned upon,” Martha reminds her son.

“Yeah, mom, I know. But, to be honest, a large part of me is happy and proud, with only a small amount of guilt,” Chad responds.

“I had my first fuck since your father died, and I committed incest by taking my own son’s virginity,” Martha bemoans.

“I really wanted to let everyone know that I’m no longer a virgin,” Chad explains. “But I’m afraid to tell them who my partner is,” he adds.

Martha can see her son’s confusion written all over his young face. “It’s OK, baby,”

she says as she kisses him. “I gave you permission to fuck me. I preferred having you inside me over any of the men I’d met at work.”

“So will this be a one-time thing or we can do this anytime we want? ” Chad inquires.

“What are your thoughts?” Martha responds.

“I really wanted to do this all over again,” Chad says, caressing his mother’s face.

“If the conditions permit it, we can. You can have sex with me even if you have a girlfriend. But once you get married, I will not allow it. Will that be all right, baby?”

Martha responds as she feels her son’s cock hardening on her tummy.

“That’ll be our deal, Mom!” Chad responds cheerfully.

“So let’s wrap it up with another round.”

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The hour was late and a grave mistake had been made at the desk of P. Pace, Attorney at Law.

“You understand the distinction,” the attorney said, addressing the secretary. “I asked for the tide charts of the Swan Islands, and you’ve brought me a photograph of somebody’s breasts.”

“Clearly there’s been a terrible mix-up.”

“In fact, they appear to be your breasts.”

“No,” the secretary said, removing her pyjama top. “As you can see, the shape is quite different.”

“Perhaps because you were holding your phone when you took it.”

“Fine, you’ve caught me,” the secretary said, holding up her hands and walking steadily around the attorney’s desk. Her heels fell soundlessly on the carpet. Uplifted, her breasts looked like the photograph.

The attorney’s gaze returned to her laptop screen. On it looped a series of densely whorled surface pressure charts. Within them a solitary red snake grew, writhed, halted, and then was born anew. The attorney felt a yielding wave break against her temple. She saw a crescent-breast waxing on her periphery. She sighed.

“I just got lonely being a secretary I suppose.”

The attorney felt a weight yabancı gaziantep escort on her shoulder.

“It’s really no fun at all being a secretary.”

The attorney felt lips on her ear.

“Secretaries hardly get any attention.”

Increasingly, the attorney felt her position to be unnavigable. The Kaerimasu Maru was sunk, its cargo would go uncompensated, and, unlike the pyjama bottoms descending on her periphery, neither would rise again.

“There are more interesting things in the world than boats,” the secretary said, prising the attorney’s hand from the keyboard.

“Ships,” the attorney said, “ships.” She felt her lifeless fingers contact the secretary’s skin, which was warm and soft, then stubbly, then wet.

“I don’t like them,” the secretary said, “they steal you away from me.” Stutteringly, the attorney moved her forefinger against the secretary. “I think that’s why I call them boats, to… diminish them.” With her uncaptured hand, the attorney shoved aside an obdurate tome of sticky-note-feathered maritime law and pulled the secretary close. “Silly… little… yabancı gaziantep escort boats.”

The Kaerimasu Maru no longer mattered, thought the attorney, absorbing herself instead with the secretary: smelling musk in combination with perfume and feeling welcoming flesh lap against her nose and lips, which she pressed to the secretary – who moaned as the attorney grasped her buttocks and ran her tongue across her. The secretary listed backwards from her hips: unsteady on her heels, gripping the desk, crying out. The attorney’s nails scraped goosebumps, her cheeks conducted tremors, her chin became damp. Glancing up, she saw the secretary’s breasts – quivering, nipples stiff – between them: fluttering eyelids, a lolling mouth, a nodding head. Her breasts, of course they were her breasts, thought the attorney, what a funny lie: she’d heard the camera shutter sound, the background was patently the hallway wall, and as if she wouldn’t recognise… the Kaerimasu Maru sank in Honduran waters, that was fact, but… the shape was different – Belize. If Belize, then it wasn’t descended on at all. If Belize, yabancı gaziantep escort bayan there was no ill-fated voyage from Veracruz, no balanced sea turning unexpectedly corrugated. Belize – then it would have left port a day later, which meant they knew that the hurricane had shifted before they sailed, which meant it wasn’t an act of God, it was negligence.

“It was negligence,” the attorney said, tilting her head back and finding the secretary’s desperate eyes.

“I’m so close.”

“The log was doctored. They were never in Mexico, they sailed from the Port of Belize straight into the storm.” Abruptly, the attorney stood and walked to the map of the Caribbean taped above the fireplace, adjusting within it a pushpin which interlinked string. “Suppose they have agents in both port authorities, no wonder the investigators missed it.”

“God, Penny.”

“No desperate cleave southwards. No nighttime spent pursued. The crew lied from the moment they were rescued.”

“And the boat lies at the bottom of the sea and within it lies my orgasm and you can come lie in bed,” the secretary said, pulling up her pyjama bottoms and kicking off her heels towards the cat tree.

“Yes, I can, I actually can. You know, you’ve been surprisingly helpful.”

“I told you I would be.”

The door closed. The sound of rapidly ascending footfalls and laughter came diminished through the photograph-tessellated wall. A tome of maritime law, which had teetered for a time on the brink of the coffee table, fell with a thud to the living room floor.

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Call bullshit all you want. I’m telling you, last summer, I fucked these two girls at my sister’s mountain cabin. They had to have been seventeen or eighteen because they kept talking about starting their senior year in high school in the fall. Let me tell you, they were hot, and not just because they were a third of my age.Hear me out. My sister and a friend of hers own this cabin in the woods by a small lake. The scenery was beautiful, the lake was refreshingly cool at the end of the summer and the small community beach, if you could call a patch of trucked-in sand a “beach,” was about fifty yards away. A floating platform that was used for jumping and sunning was tethered offshore with a cinder block. On my first morning there, while I was lounging in my boxer shorts, was the first time I saw them, Tiffany and Bunny, sunbathing in the nude on the raft. I told you that the scenery was beautiful. All the trees and shit were nice too. It took me a while to learn which girl was which because they were both blue-eyed blondes with long hair. When I was their age, you could tell if a girl bleached her hair if the carpet didn’t match the drapes but nowadays – no carpets. I always told my ex that I thought shaved pussies were stupid, but I lied.  It must have been around noon when they put their bikinis back on. They damn near capsized their canoe when they climbed in and paddled off. They didn’t know what they were doing and argued about which side to paddle on. Sure enough, the boat tipped over and took on a lot of water. It drifted in one direction, the paddles went in another and the girls, well, Bunny was doing okay but Tiffany wasn’t much of a swimmer. I ran down the path and splashed in. Bunny tried to help her friend, but Tiffany was really panicking. I got there in short order and dragged her back to the raft. Bunny wasn’t too far behind. When she climbed up the ladder, I saw that she had lost her skimpy top. Gentleman that I am, I politely looked away any time that she might have caught me. As I said, the water wasn’t warm; her nipples were standing out on top of her large, firm goosebump-covered tits. We sat at the edge of the raft, and I kept my arm around her until she finished coughing. “Thank you!” Tiffany said. She wrapped her arms around my neck and warmed her chilly titties against my chest. Bunny joined us and hugged me from the other side. Her tits weren’t any smaller or any less firm. The girls thanked me again; Tiffany might have been crying a little and I just kept saying, “You’re okay, everything’s good now.” There we were, hugging and sitting in the noon sun with our legs sex izle dangling in the water. Bunny handed her friend’s bikini top to her. “Here, Drama Queen,” she said.  “What? Oh!” It took a second for Tiffany to catch on. She made like she was going to cover up, but then she leaned back with her hands on the deck and let the sun bake the rest of the goosebumps away. She got this smutty look and said, “Thanks. I don’t think I need it, though, do I, um, what’s your name?” She was looking right at my crotch when she asked, where my wet boxers were very nicely plastered against my cock. If I hadn’t just climbed out of the cool lake, it would have been lifting my shorts. Because I wanted very much to wave ‘hello’ to the girls, I jumped back into the water. I’m not going to claim that my cock is huge but it sure as hell is more than big enough. My ex called it the ‘baby bear of cocks’ which doesn’t sound all that great until you think about it. “Matt. My name is Matt. If I was your father, I wouldn’t have let you out of the house with that swimsuit, but I’m not. My answer is ‘no.’ You do not need that top at all.” “Tiffany, your dad is so hot,” Bunny exclaimed. “Nuh-uh. Your dad is hot.” “Nuh-uh.” I swam toward my cabin and waded ashore. “Nice ass, Matt!” Tiffany yelled. “Where are you going? Did we scare you off?” I pulled my shorts away from where they clung to my butt. “I’m getting my kayak to rescue your canoe.” They stood up and I could hear them pretty clearly as they chattered. “I forgot about that!” “It’s so far out. I hope my dad doesn’t see it.” “Do you think he needs help?” “Uh-oh – my phone!” “Matt!” Tiffany called out to me. “Look for Bunny’s phone!” Seriously? I thought. They capsized in about ten feet of water and there were a lot of weeds that far out from shore. Tiffany was still topless. Bunny looked worried. I grabbed my goggles and carried my boat down to my dock. “I’ll try,” I shouted back. When I tied their canoe to my kayak, I saw the phone in it. I was about to yell that I had the phone but then I thought about how much I’d like a thank-you hug from Bunny. I towed their boat to about where it would have been if it had really fallen out, adjusted my goggles, and dove under. I came back up, made a show of going in again, and did it again a few more times until I triumphantly broke the surface with my fist in the air. “I found it!” I snatched it out of the canoe and turned it off while they were jumping up and down and hugging: two almost naked eighteen-year-old girls jumping up and down and hugging. God damn. I fished out their boat cushions and paddles on my fransız porno way back, dumped the water out of their canoe once I was near the shore, and dragged both boats onto the beach. The girls jumped off the raft and waded to shore.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I got my hug – a big one – and a big kiss on the cheek. I’m going to hell; I know it.  “Does it work?” Bunny was worried again. Her phone looked new, newer than mine, and I was sure that being in a foot of water for fifteen minutes wasn’t going to ruin it. “Let’s take a closer look at it up in the cabin.” Bunny made Tiffany go back to the raft to retrieve her top, which she didn’t bother to put on, and we climbed the small hill to my cabin. The temperature was a lot cooler inside the cabin, and the girls showed it. I gave them each one of my flannel shirts and I toweled off the phone. I doubted that any water got in, but I put it in a bowl of rice anyway. I changed out of my wet boxers and put on some pants and a t-shirt. When I came back, Bunny set my binoculars back down near the patio door that had a view of the beach. She didn’t say anything about them. My sister’s little living area had some old furniture that she restored. I sat in the middle of the loveseat and put the bowl of rice on the table in front of me. There were plenty of other chairs, but the girls squeezed in on either side of me. Bunny hugged her knees and stared at her phone, and Tiffany tucked her legs up and leaned on my shoulder. I offered them blankets and some of my sister’s clothes, but they declined and snuggled in closer. Bunny rocked in her seat, wiggling her pretty toes, and waited for the phone to be all better. Tiffany caught me looking down at her naked breasts and opened the shirt to give me a better view. They told me that they had only met a couple of days ago. Their families’ cabins were close to each other, and the girls bonded out of mutual boredom and love of sunshine. I told them about my sister and her friend. “You guys had bad luck this week. My sister told me that she’s seen boys your age here sometimes.” As much as I loved chatting with these young ladies, it was past the time to let them go. I pulled the phone out of the rice and handed it to Bunny who anxiously turned it on. It booted up fine, of course, and Bunny took a selfie of the three of us. She promised to text me a copy once they went someplace with cell service. I got a couple more avuncular hugs and kisses, and they ran out the door with my shirts. I didn’t care – I had more. The door barely slammed before Bunny ran back in. She teen porno retrieved my binoculars, handed them to me, and ran out again. ~~~ I stirred when I thought I heard someone knocking on the cabin door, pissed that it broke up a great dream about the girls. I didn’t hear any more knocks and I began to doze off again when Tiffany and Bunny let themselves into my bedroom. They were wearing the shirts that I gave them the day before. “There you are!” “Rise and shine, sleepy head!” “This room seems awfully girly.” “It’s my sister’s cabin,” I said before it clicked that they were really there and not in some dream. “What time is it? What are you doing here?” “It’s the-sun-is-over-the-trees o’clock,” Bunny said. “We elected you lifeguard. Let’s go!” Tiffany grabbed my covers and yanked them all away. I sleep in the nude. “Wow,” Bunny said. (I’m not lying. She really said that. She said “wow” and kept staring.) “Nice,” Tiffany said. Then she giggled and said, “Sorry.”  I pulled the sheet up and almost yelled at them; I’m grumpy in the morning. “Can I have some coffee first?” “Ugh! Sure,” Bunny said and ran off. Tiffany stuck around. “Go help her,” I said, “Unless you want to watch me pee.” Her eyes shifted away but she didn’t move. “Go help her,” I said again. She huffed and left. I don’t give a flying fuck if you believe any of this or not. It gets better. The coffee was strong – ten scoops strong – but that was fine. I just poured it over ice in my thermos. I brought my kayak down to my dock just in case, which is where they had left their canoe. I paddled them and their gear the short distance to the raft. “Finally!” Tiffany exclaimed and she took off her shirt. Her bikini was even smaller than the one she wore the day before, not that that mattered because she stripped that off as well. “Tiff…” Bunny started but she just shrugged and stripped too. Binoculars were one thing, but, God damn… “Do me first,” Tiffany said. I turned to see her holding a bottle of sunscreen. She spun around and I firmly massaged her back with the lotion. “Hmm, strong hands.” She bounced back around when I finished and she pouted, “Aren’t you going to do the rest?” “Tiffany, stop teasing him!” I’d like all of you now to join me in my mantra: Don’t get a hard-on, don’t get a hard-on, don’t get a hard-on… “Thank you, Bunny,” I said. “Let’s get your back covered.” “Ooo,” she said when I started. I spent extra time working my fingertips into her neck. They spread the sunscreen on my back together, bumping their tits and hips against me. Don’t get a hardon… “Okay, off with your shorts! Lifeguards too!” “I’m not, I don’t…” I sputtered. Bunny shrugged. “It’s only fair. Besides…” Yeah, they had already seen me. “What the hell.” I dropped my shorts and when I did, Tiffany squeezed the bottle and shot a stream of cream at me. In retrospect, that was only fair too. 

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I spent the morning cleaning and dressing the boat. It was overcast and the breeze was fitful and against my coming away from the dock under sail. While I have an auxiliary motor, I try never to use it. For some reason, nobody else was around. A big football game or something must have been on. I had a sandwich I had packed for lunch and was taking all my cleaning gear back to my truck when a car pulled up. There were two couples in it, a bit older than me, probably in their fifties. They asked if I minded if they had a picnic on the dock. I told them to be my guest and they took a big basket and cooler down and began to look around.

They liked my boat, a thirty-two foot sloop, and, of course, wanted to come on board. The men stepped on board, and I handed the ladies aboard too. I noticed they were well endowed and not wearing anything but skirts and knit tops. One of them noticed that I noticed and gave me a big smile. She took me by the arm and asked me to show her around. We went forward and looked at the rigging and my pristine decks. In the cockpit I showed her the wheel and boom rigging and how the boom moved. Then she asked to go below. So, down we went.

The quarters are kind of close in a boat that size, but there was a tiny galley and two bunks. She squeezed by me and her full breasts were pressed against me as she passed. She paused and put her hands on my waist and pulled me to her.

“Oh, I almost fell,” she said and looked me right in the eye.”

Here, I’ll hold you,” I answered and pulled her closer. “I hope your husband and friend won’t get the wrong idea if they see us?”

She smiled and said, “I think they were hoping for just that reaction. They want me to ask you to take us out for a sail. We’ll make it fun and worth your while.” As she said the last she pushed against me harder and I was certainly getting harder.

“When do you have to be back,” I asked?

“When do you have to be back,” she countered.

I thought for a minute before I said, “When we have run out of food booze and energy. Sunday some time?”

“I’m Ann. My husband is Larry. Jane is my friend and her husband is Pete.”

“I’m Tom.”

She led me back up on deck and told the others to bring the food and wine aboard.

“We are going for a sail for along as the food the wine and our energy lasts and Tom is ready to play with us as long as we last”.

The men jumped back on the dock and loaded the coolers aboard. I had them stowed below and put the ladies in the cockpit while I got the sails up and cast off. Fitful breeze or no we were going out under sail. The gods were kind and an off shore breeze of about five or six knots filled our sails and we glided away from the dock and out of the river’s mouth like a mirage. As soon as we got clear of the land and moved off shore I began to run along the strand about a mile off shore. As arap escort I was setting the lines to keep her steady Ann peeled of her shirt and Jane followed immediately. I had an eyeful of beautiful full breasts and nipples that were standing attention to the caress of the breeze. As the ladies moved around, their breasts swayed and moved in the most seductive way. Larry went below and came right back with wine for everybody. Then he and Pete pulled off their shorts and shirts. They instantly made the two women pull of their skirts. Then they turned to me.

“OK, Captain Tom, we have a dress code on board. Nobody can be dressed! Here I’ll take the wheel. I spent twenty years in the Navy and I came to learn a few things about this sort of thing. You go sit down with the ladies and take a break while I handle this sweet boat. ”

With encouragement like that I sat down between the two ladies and savored a very good wine while the ladies chatted and sat close. At one time or another each had their arm around me and or their hand on my thigh. With my non drinking hand I reached an arm behind each of them in turn and cradled a breast in my hand. Their skin was like velvet. Their nipples were as firm as could be. Before long, my cock was beginning to do more than just swell. The pre-cum was glistening on the head and it was getting hard. Pete noticed and refilled my wine glass remarking that I was going to need the energy. Jane reached down and lifted my cock and began to talk to it and stroke it while Ann made suggestions about what might come next and who might do it. They agreed to share it and Jane went first with slow sucking and stroking. Ann straddled me high up and pushed her beautiful tits in my face I began to suck each nipple as she presented it, stroking and twirling the other when it was out of my mouth. She pressed her pussy against my belly and rubbed her clit on it. From time to time as she arched her back to press downward Jane would give her asshole a lick and Ann would moan with pleasure. After a few minutes they swapped places and I was treated to another array of hard nipples.

Jane stopped after a minute or two and picked up my wine glass. She smiled as she poured it over her breasts and I was quick to lick as much as I could from those beautiful mounds. A good bit ran down my belly and Ann told us to give her more. Pete told Larry to come give me a hand. He made each girl lie down on the cushions on each side of the cockpit and then he poured a small bit of wine in each belly button. I sipped Ann’s and he sipped Jane’s. Then we changed and had another shot. We changed back again and he poured the wine on their pussies. I got down and slurped it up giving her clit a good licking and parting her lips to be sure I had good contact and a taste of her pussy juice. She arched her body up and I grabbed her cheeks escort arap in both hands so I could lift her up and plunge my tongue into her. It was all tongue and fingers as I slurped and sucked and pushed home my fingers. I got my fingers wet and slick with her pussy juice and then slid a finger into her asshole and one into her pussy. All the time I was licking and sucking her clit,. she was moaning and shouting

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Don’t stop! Oh yes! Oh, yesss!”

She grabbed my head and held my mouth hard against her pussy and exploded with a flood of juice that washed my face and shot onto my chest.

“Now get up and fuck her hard, man, while her pussy is still pulsing,” Pete shouted.

I did not need to be told twice. I reared back and moved between her legs to shove my hard pulsing dick into her. I slid in like silk, and her muscles grabbed it, it felt like it would be crushed as I rammed her again and again. I could hear Jane giving cries as Larry’s cock jammed into her as his balls slapped against her ass. The rhythmic slapping was as exciting to hear as the sucking noise made by my cock as it pistoned into the delicious pussy below me. When I was about to cum I pulled out and fired ropes of my sticky juice all the way to her face and tits and down her belly. Pete, pulled me back to take the wheel and licked my cum off of her belly and then slid his purple, steel hard cock into her to cum again.

Exhausted we all sat around laughing and panting. Pete still had his cock in Ann, but it was shrinking fast, and he had a hard time holding it in. When it finally popped out she licked it clean, and he went down to bring up the lunch.

The wine and beer and sandwiches were all passed around and we settled down to good food. Then Jane found the carrots. She waved one aloft triumphantly and then began to lick and suck it with great passion. Shiny with her juices she put it between her beautiful full breasts then teased it down her belly to her pussy She slipped it deep into her and began to play with her clit while we all watched and cheered her on. Ann took another one out and did the same with hers, but instead of putting it in her own pussy, she added it to Jane’s. Soon she was between Jane’s legs manipulating the carrots and sucking on Jane’s slippery clit. She pulled one out and inserted it into Jane’s asshole and began to thrust them both in and out vigorously until Jane’s body arched up from the cushions and a great moan of ecstasy drowned out our cheers. Ann pulled the carrots out and passed them around for snacks. She then took a beer bottle and lying on her back inserted it and held it up right.

Pete said, “Watch this!” as he opened the bottle.

When he held a cup between he legs she rolled her hips down ward and poured a neat cup full of beer. Jane tried the same thing but spilled arap escort bayan some of the beer.

The warmth of the noonday sun and the beer caused all to settle down to a siesta for an hour or two. I stayed awake to manage the boat and keep everything going smoothly. It was fun to sit there surrounded by naked sleeping bodies. A couple of other boats cruised past us close enough to see us clearly and gave us a big smile and wave. Around three thirty a big cruiser passed us fairly close. At first all I could see of the passengers was a guy at the wheel and three female heads looking at us from the cockpit. He rolled on by but began a long slow turn down wind and came back around to come along side on our lee. As he throttled back to keep pace, the three girls came out of the cockpit as naked as Eve. He waved and called out a Hail. The sound woke my friends and the sat up to look at the same beautiful sight I was enjoying.

“Can we join you or would you like to join us? We have a bit more room than you do.”

The conference did not take more than a minute.

“I’ll heave to and you come along side. We will join you.” It only took a few minutes to come into the wind, lower and lash the sails and pass a tow from my boat to his as soon as all the people were on board his boat. By the time, I got aboard every body was laughing and chattering away like old friends. The big boat’s skipper was Paul.

“Glad to see you man. These girls were giving me a work out.

I laughed and told him his day wasn’t over yet as Ann and Jane came over and put their arms around him. A leggy brunette with a smile like a tigress came up to me and told me her name was Puss. I told her that was my favorite girls’ name and took her in my arms. Larry was left to take the wheel while Pete had the other two girls. I think they swapped the duty later but never had a chance to see.

Puss loved oral both giving and receiving so we spent a lot of time in sixty-nine with her on top or me on top followed by frantic thrusting as I fucked her pussy and her ass. From somewhere, she got a dildo and pushed it into my ass. When she sucked me and licked me, my cum literally exploded. It felt like the head of my cock had been torn off it was so violent, but she took almost all of it and swallowed it as it pumped into her. The drops she could not control, I licked away as we lay together on the deck.

Paul came to me about a half hour before dark and told me we were almost back to my marina. He asked if we wanted to head in. I checked with my friends and they thought it time to head for home. Puss asked me, what was she to do now. I asked what she wanted to do and without a thought she said come with me. We all got back on my boat and had pulled away with a lot of happy goodbyes and promises to do it again, when I noticed that Puss had not brought any clothes with her. When I asked if she wanted me to chase Paul and get them, she told me not to worry, her friends would bring them to her on Monday.

“But you can’t go anywhere like that until Monday.”

“I won’t be going anywhere till Monday and neither will you!” And then she smiled that tigress smile again.

The End

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I was spooned against my mother’s back when I woke up a few hours later. Carol was gone, presumably, back to her own bed. I could feel my limp cock nestled against Mom’s ass. She was breathing evenly, deeply asleep. I had one arm draped over her and she had it pulled snugly against her chest. Even though I was exhausted, the feel of my naked mother, completely relaxed in my arms, made my cock begin to stiffen.

The bedside lamp was still on. I moved as carefully as I could to turn it off but leaning across Mom roused her. She snuggled against me without opening her eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?” she muttered.

I tried not to snicker. She asked so matter-of-factly, as if asking me if I wanted a glass of water. Half asleep, she was tending to her child and accommodating her lover at the same time.

“Later,” I whispered as I snapped off the light and fell back. Mom rolled over and snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest and flattening her tits against my ribs. She draped one of her legs over one of mine and curled it until her thigh was pressing against my balls. She cuddled closer, pressing her pussy against my hip.

“Whenever you want, baby,” she mumbled as she kissed my chest and drifted back to sleep.

She was already up by the time I dragged myself out of bed in the morning. It was early enough that she and Carol should both still be home. I pulled on a t-shirt and the shorts my mother had stripped off me the night before.

The door to Mom’s room was open and I glanced in as I passed. She was standing at her dresser going through her jewelry box. She smiled when she saw me in the mirror.

“Can you snap this for me?” she asked, holding out a bracelet. My throat went dry and my cock was pointing straight up by the time I crossed the room to where she was standing.

She was dressed in a lacy pink bra and matching panties. The satin bra was built more for support than coverage. It cradled her tits without squeezing them, leaving the generous amount of flesh free to move with her every step. The cups were cut so low they barely covered her nipples. I doubted she could bend over without spilling out.

I’d never seen panties like the ones she was wearing. The waistband was sheer lace, probably two inches wide and riding high on her hips. The panties themselves were satin and barely covered her. I could see her ass in the mirror as she turned to face me. The v-shaped fabric covered her trim butt like a bikini. It was much sexier than a thong since it highlighted and accentuated the graceful curve of her backside instead of simply blatantly revealing it. Mom knew the power of leaving something to the imagination. She was an experienced tease.

The most impressive part of the outfit, however, was the garter belt. I’ve never seen a real woman in stockings before. I’ve always thought they were sexy in magazines and videos but to have my own mother standing inches away from me wearing a frilly white garter belt and sheer stockings was breathtaking. Her high heels made the muscles in her legs stand out. Mom’s always had great legs, but seeing them incased in some of the sexiest lingerie on the planet had my cock pounding.

I took the bracelet from her while she pressed her other hand against my chest, offering up her wrist. The scent of her perfume had me reeling. It was difficult to concentrate on closing the clasp while looking down at her tits slowly rising and falling with every breath. Her massaging motions and coy smile didn’t make it any easier.

“You look fantastic,” I muttered, fumbling with the catch. I took my time, in no hurry to end our contact.

“Thank you,” she breathed. “I haven’t worn these things in a long time. The fabric feels so good against my skin. I feel like a sexy little kitten. It’s like I have my own little secret. It’s fun to spend the whole day dressed like this with no one knowing.” With the bracelet finally locked, she dragged her fingernail down my chest. “Except you, of course.”

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling herself tightly against me. “Are you going to be thinking of me today while you’re in class?” she asked softly.

“Absolutely,” I answered. “I probably won’t be able to think of anything else.”

She smiled brightly as she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips against my ear. “I’ll be thinking of you too,” she breathed. She flicked my earlobe with her tongue. “And how I’m going to suck your cock tonight when I get home.”

My knees nearly buckled as she ground her taut belly against my cock. “You better go get some coffee before you make me late for work,” she whispered. She kissed my throat as she settled back on to her heels. “If you don’t get out of here, I’m going to fuck you right now.”

My cock had barely receded as I sat at the kitchen table. Mom walked in dressed for work. She was wearing a green dress that I’d seen a hundred times before. It came to just above her knees but I couldn’t help thinking about the bare thighs that lay above her stockings. There escort bayan gaziantep was something extremely erotic about knowing she was dressed like a lingerie model underneath her conservative work clothes. I wondered how many other women I encountered during the day were doing the same thing. The contrast between the hot babe I’d been cuddling a few minutes ago and the professional woman standing before me was incredible. The people in Mom’s life had no idea who they were dealing with.

“You know,” she said, absently, “something occurred to me while I was getting dressed.

“What’s that?”

“Since I just took my shower, this is the cleanest I’m going to be all day.”

I looked at her stupidly, not understanding what she was driving at. I knew for a fact she usually took another shower every evening after work.

“All of me is the cleanest it’s going to be all day,” she hinted. I still didn’t get it.

She rolled her eyes and lifted the hem of her dress, working her hands underneath it. I could see her garters and stocking tops as she began rocking her hips from side to side. Her panties soon appeared. She worked them down her legs and stepped daintily out of them. She picked them up and began folding them absently.

“If someone wanted to lick any part of me, right now would be a good time to do it,” she said, pointedly.

The light finally dawned. “I do,” I volunteered.

Mom smiled. “You do? What part of your mommy do you want to lick, baby?” She moved to stand beside me. Running her fingers through my hair, she tossed her panties on the table.

Even though my mom had used some pretty graphic language the night before, I wasn’t sure she wanted me to. “Between your legs,” I mumbled.

Mom moaned at the idea. “That’s my pussy, baby. Do you want to lick Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Say it,” she breathed. She bent down, pressing her forehead against mine. She rested her hand on my thigh. “Tell Mommy what you want and you can have it.” She ran her tongue across my lips.

“I want to lick your pussy,” I whispered.

“Ooh,” she sighed. “You want to lick Mommy’s pussy? Do you want Mommy to lie on the table and pull her dress up like a nasty little slut so you can lick her sweet little pussy?” My cock throbbed at her lewd suggestion.

“Yeah, Mom,” I answered, boldly. “Lay down so I can eat your pussy.”

She moaned and slowly stretched one leg across my lap, making sure to drag her stocking across my bare skin. She had her ass resting on the edge of the table with her crotch only inches from my face. “Push my dress up, baby,” she breathed. “Take what you want. Make Mommy your slut.”

I put my hands on her thighs and began working the dress up to her waist. Her pussy was framed by her stockings and garters and glistened with moisture. She leaned back on her elbows as I kissed her milky thigh.

“Oh, baby,” she hissed. “That’s so good. You’re making Mommy so hot.”

I ran my tongue up her thigh to her hip and kissed it gently. “You smell so good, Mom,” I breathed. “Your pussy smells like roses.” She had teased me with her questions last night. Now it was my turn. “Do you want me to lick your pussy, Mommy?” I moved my lips closer and gave her another light, teasing kiss, making small circles with my tongue.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “Yes, baby. Mommy wants you to lick her little pussy.” Her breathing was becoming ragged. “I was thinking about you when I washed it this morning. I was thinking how good it would feel to have my baby lick my hot pussy.”

I moved my hand further up her thigh, squeezing it tightly. “Did you like having my cock in your pussy last night?”

It dawned on me why my mother had been asking me the same kind of questions last night. The verbal foreplay was every bit as stimulating as the physical. My words were having as much of an effect on her as hers had on me the night before. The anticipation was as delicious as the act. The fact that we were mother and son only made it more exciting.

“Did you like the way I fucked you last night?” I asked, growing bolder. “Did you like having your little boy’s cock inside you?” I felt her shudder as I called myself her little boy.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Only you’re no little boy. You’re Mommy’s man now. You’re Mommy’s lover. I loved having your cock inside me. I love the way my baby fucked me with his big, hard cock.” She laced her fingers in my hair. “Please, baby. Please lick Mommy’s pussy.”

“All right, Mommy,” I answered, letting my breath play across her lips. “I’ll eat your pussy like a good boy. I want to taste my mommy’s juices. Is your pussy wet?”

Mom had one hand on her tits, squeezing her nipples through her dress. “It’s so wet, baby. You’ve got Mommy all wet.”

I slid my tongue through her sparse patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She had only a thin strip of hair directly above her slit. I kissed one side of her mound and then the other before flicking bayan gaziantep escort my tongue across the lips, barely grazing them. She grunted at my teasing touch.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Please, baby. Mommy will do anything you want. Just please lick my pussy.”

“Oh,” I chuckled. “Anything? You’ll be a slutty mommy? Will you wear sexy things for me everyday? You’ll be my sexy little kitten?”

“Yes, baby. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your slut. I’ll be your little fuck toy.”

I pressed my lips against her labia and moaned, sending vibrations through her. “What a good Mommy you are,” I breathed, kissing her pussy. “You smell so good and you taste so good.” I licked lightly at her lips. “You’re so wet, Mommy. You’re pussy tastes like honey.”

I stiffened my tongue and slid it up her slit, just letting it flick her stiffening clitoris. I felt her fingers clinch in my hair as she tried to pull me tighter. “Oh, God,” she groaned. “Lick me, sweetheart. Lick Mommy’s little pussy. You’re making Mommy feel so good, baby. Please put your tongue in Mommy’s pussy.”

I let my tongue slide between her throbbing lips. “Does Mommy want her little boy to fuck her with his tongue?” I held my head still while I teased her. She was beginning to writhe on the table.

“Should I stick my tongue in your pussy, Mommy?” I asked her between kisses. “Do you want to feel my tongue slipping in and out of your pussy?” Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth over her mound while I drove my tongue deeper. I could feel her clit pounding. Mom was gasping for breath as I lapped at her dripping pussy.

“Watch me Mom. Look at your baby licking your hot pussy. Do you like the way your son eats you? Do you like having your pussy in my mouth?”

“Yes, baby,” she panted. “That’s it. Stick your tongue in Mommy’s pussy and lick it. Make Mommy your slut, baby. You’re so good to me. You treat me just like I want. Use me, baby. You make me feel so sexy. Make Mommy your sexy little toy.” She was grinding her pussy against my face as I moved my lips to her clitoris and began sucking it.

I slid both thumbs to the edges of her pussy and pulled it open while continuing to caress her thighs. “Your pussy’s so sweet,” I muttered. “I love the taste of your Mommy juices.” I drove my tongue deeper and moaned. I could feel the vibrations traveling through her.

“Cum for me, Mommy,” I breathed. “Let me see my slutty Mommy cumming.” I bit her clit lightly and then slathered it with my tongue. She began shuddering.

“That’s it Mommy,” I breathed, lapping at her clit. “Cum for your little boy. I want to see my mommy cumming while I lick her hot little pussy.” I took her clitoris between my teeth for a moment, causing her to gasp. “You taste so good. Your pussy is so sweet. I want to lick it everyday,” I groaned.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’m cumming, baby. You’re making Mommy cum with your tongue. You’re such a good lover, baby. You’re more than Mommy can stand. Oh, God.”

She fell backwards on the table shivering. Her entire body flinched and contracted as her orgasm thundered through her. She was writhing so hard I thought she was going to throw herself off the table.

It took her more than a minute to get her breath back. I continued licking, kissing and stroking her thighs as she panted and moaned. I worked my hands underneath her and gave her firm butt a loving squeeze. She finally pushed me back and sat up again. Her eyes were glazed.

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “That was so intense. Where did you learn to treat a woman like that? I can’t believe how good you are.” She leaned forward and took my smiling face in both hands. “You’re such a good lover,” she breathed as she kissed me lightly, tasting her pussy juice on my lips. “You made Mommy very happy but I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a few minutes.”

We sat, smiling happily at each other, while she got her strength back. Gentle kisses accompanied her recovery. When she was finally able to stand up she made a show of putting her panties back on, turning her back to me and pulling them tight against her smooth ass. She pressed her hand firmly against the front of them and moaned before lowering her skirt and smoothing it against her legs.

“Let me suck your cock, baby,” she breathed, pushing my legs apart and stroking my hard on.

“You’ll be late for work,” I answered, arrogantly.

“I don’t care.” She sank to her knees and began tugging at my waistband. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to feel it in my mouth.”

Having realized the joy of teasing and the thrill of anticipation, I decided to use my newfound power, even though my cock was pounding. “It will feel even better tonight,” I answered, pushing her hand away. “I want you to be good and hungry when you get home.”

Mom groaned. “Please, baby,” she begged. “Just let me make you cum. I want to taste it. Don’t you want to fuck Mommy’s mouth?”

“Tonight,” I answered.

She gaziantep bayan escort made a face as she stood up. “You’re so mean,” she pouted. “Now I’m going to be thinking about my baby’s cock all day and how much I want it. You’re going to make your mommy have wet panties all day.” She gave me one more kiss before turning away.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her little girl petulance.

“Where’s Carol?” I asked, trying to keep from jumping my mom where she stood.

“She left early.” Mom rummaged in her purse, looking for her keys. “She’s having a hard time with all of this. She’s embarrassed and frustrated.

“She still thinks it’s just a matter of willpower. She’s like an alcoholic who hasn’t admitted yet that she doesn’t have any control over her disease.”

This was my heaviest class day. That’s probably fortunate since it kept me so busy I didn’t have time to obsess about my mother and sister. The drudgery of yet another lecture was interrupted in the afternoon when Mom sent a picture of herself from the waist down to my cell phone. She was sitting on the edge of a desk with her legs crossed. There was just a hint of her stocking top showing.

The guy sitting next to me in class saw it and asked who she was. “My mo… girlfriend,” I answered.

“Lucky bastard,” he grunted and went back to taking notes.

Didn’t I know it.

I was surprised to find Carol fuming on the couch when I got home after class. She was still wearing the denim skirt and tank top that I assumed she’d worn to school. Having seen Mom in stockings this morning, I guessed my sister was wearing pantyhose since the skirt was too short to cover any garters, especially when she had her legs crossed like now. She was kicking the top leg a mile a minute causing the muscles in her thigh to contract and relax. She had her arms folded under her boobs, pressing them upward.

“We need to talk,” she snapped. She was clearly pissed. I wasn’t sure why.

“Okay.” I tossed my keys into the bowl by the door and sat down next to her. She shifted away from me. “What’s the matter?”

Her eyes blazed. “You know damn well what the matter is.”

I wasn’t about to fall for that one. “Sorry. I can’t read minds.”

“You keep fucking me.”

“You keep asking me to.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to. How am I supposed to get over this if you keep fucking me?”

“Mom says you’re not going to get over it.”

“Not if you keep fucking me. I need to stop cold turkey.”

“So stop.”

We were practically nose-to-nose. I couldn’t believe I was arguing with her about her begging me to fuck her. The anger that had been fueling her suddenly ran out. She collapsed into tears.

“I can’t,” she sobbed. She leaned into me, pressing her face against my shoulder.

“I can’t stand it,” she moaned. “It’s all I think about. I fight it as hard as I can but then I break down.” She sat up, wiping her eyes. “It’s like trying to will yourself not to blink. You can do it for a little while but sooner or later you’re going to have to give in and you know it.

“It gets so bad that I have to do something. I keep playing with myself, hoping that if I make myself cum I’ll stop thinking about it. But it doesn’t work. It just makes it worse. What am I going to do?” she sobbed.

I didn’t want to see my little sister in tears, but I didn’t know how to help her. She buried her face in my shoulder while I stroked her hair and tried to comfort her. “Why don’t you get another boyfriend? I’m sure there are lots of guys in school who want to take you out.”

“Don’t you think I’ve thought of that?” she sniffed, slapping my shoulder. “I’m horny, not stupid.”

“So?”

“It’s not the same.”

“The same as what?” I was genuinely confused. It seemed like a simple enough solution to me.

Carol hesitated. She at up and dabbed her eyes before lowering her head. I felt like we were finally getting to what was really bothering her.

“It’s not the same as with you,” she mumbled.

Of all the answers she could have given, that was the one I least expected.

“Even when I’m with another guy, I’m thinking of you,” she muttered. “It’s not right for a girl to think of her brother that way.” She finally looked up at me and shrugged. Her eyes were red and still teary.

“You’re the one I want to be with and that’s wrong. I fantasize about fucking you and that drives me crazy. Then, when I finally give in and do it, I feel guilty. Then, a day later I’m right back to wanting to fuck you again. Mom was right. I have to fuck. But you’re the only one I want to fuck and that’s killing me.”

I didn’t know how to respond. She had a point. What we had done, at least in our culture, is taboo. Mom and I had managed to get over society’s restrictions but, clearly, Carol hadn’t. I don’t know if we were more pragmatic than her and saw a happy solution to a physical problem or if we were just more perverse.

“When I came downstairs naked the other night, don’t you think I knew what I was doing?” Carol asked. “Why do you think I was so out of control? It wasn’t because I missed Dave. It was because I wanted you and it was driving me crazy. I keep wanting the one man in the world that I can’t have. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. I still do. That’s why I’m mad. There are thousands of guys out there that I could fuck. Why are you the only one I want?”

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Paula, walked across the plaza, back the way she had come earlier in the day. Her mind was spinning at the events that occurred during the interview, which she was still turned on by.

She wasn’t sure how she now felt about the role, on the one hand the salary was a big increase, on the other hand she was unsure about how she would feel having sex to relative strangers, some of whom she might not be attracted to. Paula was as broad minded as the next person but the expectations of the clients, how frequently she may be required to play in the name of research were still questions she wanted to think further about.

Once thing was certain, Paula was very turned on by what she witnessed and she was still wet as she approached the corner of the building and stepped into the side street with the work team still digging their hole.

“Way hay! lads, she is back!” Shouted one of them.

The one called Jonno, stopped and climbed out of the ditch he was digging. “Well hello again Miss! How did your interview go? Whatever it was I would give you the job!” He smiled.

“Well it was an interesting experience.” smiled back Paula in return.

“Well done, I am sure you knocked them out! Would you like to join us for a quick drink in celebration? We have some beers in the office.” he said pointing to the demountable cabin close by.

“I shouldn’t really, as I need……” Paula was interrupted by a loud scream “PAULIEEE!!!” and the sound of clacking heels from behind her. She turned in time to almost get knocked off her feet as her friend Octavia grabbed her in a big bear hug. Octavia was a big bouncy high energy chick, from a hard working family of Jamaican origin. Her bubbly loud personality was on display for all to see with her bright coloured dress style and bright red lipstick and nails, accentuating her beaming smile and pearly white teeth.

“What are you doing here babe?!” exclaimed Octavia. “I haven’t seen you in ages, babe! Was going to give you a call over the weekend but was preoccupied with a few other things…if you know what I mean!” She smiled, winking at Paula.

“…..and who are these nice looking gentlemen? I hope you are going to introduce them and not keep them all to yourself, you greedy girl!”

“Jonno at your service Madam!” replied Jonno, again taking an exaggerated bow. “My pals are Davie, Micky and Billy, also at your service. We were actually trying to persuade your gorgeous friend here to have a drink with us, as we are about to knock off work for the day. I hope you can also convince her and you would of course be most welcome too! We only have beers but it sounds like your friend may have some need of celebration from her interview.”

Paula felt a little bewildered in that the conversation about her was happening around her. “Now hold on a moment, I haven’t got the job yet so don’t want to count my chickens!” exclaimed Paula, holding her hands high.

“Oh don’t be an old stick in the mud P, let’s have some fun with these guys. I have every confidence in you to win out. You always do!” said Octavia, placing her arm around Paula’s shoulders and guiding her towards the cabin. The work team started packing their equipment and followed them across to the office in the cabin.

Jonno opened the office doors and immediately opened the fridge in the corner of the office, pulling out ice cold beers and placing them on the small table, opposite his desk.

“So what is this job you have applied for?” asked Octavia. Paula described the role and the company but didn’t go into the detail of the type of work or research activities she had just been exposed to. “mmmm….most intriguing.” replied Octavia. “What type of treatments are they researching? Did they go into details?”

Paula looked around and the rest of the workmen had now joined them. Paula took a gulp of her beer. “They did but I am not sure if I can share. I am still trying to process it myself.”

“Oh come on P, unless it is illegal we are all adults here, aren’t we boys?!” Octavia said with a naughty smile on her face. “Yeh, course! Come on tell us it won’t escape this room.” said Jonno, the rest of them nodding in agreement.

“Well the research is based on linking individual’s sense of wellbeing and harmony evi olan gaziantep escort to the effectiveness of their rate of recovery or ability to battle illness. The job is to provide personal care and at the same time monitor data on their vital signs and indicators associated with their medical conditions. That way we can see the effect of their environment on their treatment.” Replied Paula.

“Sounds like a lot of medical mumbo jumbo to me,” said Jonno “but what type of personal care do they mean?”

Paula instantly blushed and Octavia, noticing said “Come on Paula, stop being secretive, you look like you are the cat with the cream. Spill the beans!”

“Well it involves some role playing with the client. To help them act out their fantasies, or provide therapy to relax them in times of stress.” explained Paula.

Octavia snorted in laughter “I could do with some that therapy right now.” and slapped Jonno on his backside giggling. “Haha, me too.” he replied putting his hand on Octavia’s shoulders. She turned and smiled at him, squeezing his ass through his jeans. “Although, I do like a little rough from time to time.” stated Octavia as she looked into Jonno’s eyes.

“Hey lads I think we have a real pair of vixens on our hands! How about some more drinks?!”

Billy went to the fridge and brought another round of beers to the table and hunched down next to Paula. “So who are the clients then?” he asked. Paula looked at him, noticing he had deep brown eyes, dark eyebrows but blonde highlights throughout his hair. His one piece overall was open to the navel and she could see a nice firm tanned body, with a light coat of chest hair. “Mmm, very nice!” Thought Paula as she really noticed him for the first time.

“I believe they are wealthy clients, which can afford the personal care and are wealthy enough to support medical research. In return they get to feel good, at a private retreat.” Explained Paula further.

“Wish I had that much money, I could have a lot of fun in that retreat….without being ill.” said Jonno

Octavia smiled at him and said “You don’t need money to have fun darling! You just have to play your cards right!” Winking as she smiled at him again squeezing his ass.

“I love to play cards, how about a game now then?” He replied looking around at the rest of the work team.

“Absolutely Darling!” Said Octavia standing to face him, her face close to his. “I have a better idea of games we can play” she reached down and grabbed his crotch, squeezing it gently. “Mmm…that feels like you have a nice pack to play with!”

She then grabbed Micky by the hand pulling him towards her, kissed him slowly and grabbed his crotch also. “Yummy, another nice pack to play with”

Paula watched in amazement as her friend went around the room, grabbing each of the work team, feeling the size of their manhood, one by one.

Billy who was sat on the floor next to Paula stayed seated, looking at Paula in amazement. Paula felt protective towards him and ruffled his hair. “Dont worry, her bark is worse then her bite.” Paula felt sorry for Billy as he was the youngest in the group and he was cute but unsure of himself. Paula had seen Octavia play the field when they had been out partying at night before. When she was on the rampage, guys had better watch out as she would devour them. Octavia was always the one who hooked up first, sometimes with more than one guy. Her exploits were legendary amongst her friends but this was the first time Paula had seen her in action during the day.

Octavia now had Jonno and Micky with their arms around her, kissing them in turn, their tongues intertwining. She had one hand on Jonno’s ass and one hand on Micky’s neck pulling him towards her.

Micky reached up and grabbed Octavia’s left breast squeezing it through her blouse. “Not so fast now Micky!” Slapping away his grubby hand. “Plenty of time for that my dear, we need to make ourselves comfortable and make sure nobody gets left out, eh Davie?” She winked as she looked across to Davie who had been distributing the second round of drinks and was watching on from the well worn sofa that was against the cabin wall. Davie laughed, took gaziantep evi olan escort a long swig from his beer can and moved across to join Octavia, wrapping his big arms around her and gave her a long lingering French kiss.

Their tongues intertwined, exploring, tasting, reaching deep into each other’s throat as far as they could. Octavia ran her fingers over the front of his jeans, searching for his rapidly growing hard on. After a quick squeeze she scraped her red fingernails along the length of his bulge until she reached his balls, where she cradled them, massaging them in the palm of her hand. “Mmm, another one with a fine package.” she purred. With that she started to unbuckle Davie’s belt “So let’s see what a fine package looks like then shall we?” Octavia licked her ruby red lips and stared into Davie’s eyes as she pulled down his zip, releasing his work trousers which dropped to the floor. Davie was already getting hard and Octavia started to run her red fingernails along his length. “My my what have we here then!” she exclaimed as she continued to stroke his length along the outside of his underwear, then moved to caress his balls with her finger tips. “Now let me see” as she pulled the waistband out and over his engorged cock which sprang free, pointing upwards.

“Mmmm, just look at this P! I think I am going to have to taste this one!” She stated as she grinned at Paula, then looked around the room at her thoroughly engaged audience of workmen. She leaned forward and licked the underside of the purple engorged head of his cock. Rolling her tongue around the rim of the mushroom shaped knob head before taking it fully into her mouth and wrapping her bright red lips around his cock. She pulled back his foreskin and proceeded to stroke his length, all the while sucking and licking him. She looked up at Jonno and Micky. “Well, boys, what are you waiting for? Who is next?”

The boys looked at each other, smiled and started to quickly strip off. Paula looked down at Billy who sat agape at what was happening in front of him. Paula ruffled his blond curly hair and smiled at him. He smiled back unsure what to do next.

“Don’t worry Billy, it’s all just fun.” said Paula reassuringly. Billy smiled back at her nervously and whispered “I haven’t done this before.” Paula quickly looked back at Billy shocked. “Wow, you really are the baby in the team! Don’t worry, you can just watch if you don’t feel comfortable. I will take care of you.” and with that she ruffled his hair and smiled at him again whilst taking his hand in hers.

They turned their attention back to Octavia, who now had all three remaining workmen stood in front of her with their trousers around their ankles and their rapidly hardening cocks in hand pointing in her direction. Octavia got down from the table she had been perched upon and stood in the middle taking Jonno and Davie in hand caressing their shafts, pulling back their foreskins whilst licking her ruby red lips at the prospect of what was to unfold. Micky reached around and started to unbutton her blouse “Let’s see what package you have to offer as well Octavia! You have us at a disadvantage” she shrugged her blouse off both shoulders to reveal a black and golden laced bra which was struggling to contain two coffee coloured globes which were bursting out over the top of the cups, jiggling as she massaged the hardening cocks in front of her. Micky reached behind her back and un-hooked the clasps, releasing her boobs and exposing two dark brown, puckered nipples at their apex. Micky reached up, started to squeeze her boobs and flick her nipples before taking her right nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking on it eagerly.

“oh yes Micky, keep doing that and you WILL be a lucky boy this afternoon.” she responded.

Jonno followed his lead and started sucking on her left nipple, all the while she was pulling and rubbing their cocks in turn. She then got down onto her knees and started to suck on Jonno’s cock, initially licking the glans of his knob, flicking her tongue around the rim, then up and down along his length. Micky was next and she noticed his pre-cum was forming a clear bead at the tip, using her fingertip she gaziantep evi olan escort bayan smeared the sticky fluid all over the head of his penis before devouring it hungrily, taking his whole length into her mouth.

One by one she licked and sucked them in turn, making sure she didn’t linger too long on any one individually. Jonno broke away and moved the table into the middle of the room and led Octavia to get on top and lie down. He then proceeded to remove her skirt and the matching gold and black panties. He put them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “These are very wet you naughty girl! I think we will need to give you a good seeing to!”

“Oh yes please!” she squealed in response. Davie moved to one side and Micky to the other side of the table, where she could reach out to wank them further. Jonno positioned himself between Octavia’s big thighs, opening her legs wide to expose her wet, pink slit. He caressed her inner thighs, moving his hands slowly upwards closer to her hot slick pussy, that was leaking profusely.

Jonno knelt down kissing her inner thighs, whilst wrapping his arms around her muscular thighs and started caressing the top of her legs and lower part of her belly. Jonno could see her glistening slit with her labia puffed up and slightly protruding, topped with a trimmed triangle of dark hair which was fine and downy to the touch. Octavia squirmed on the table and hungrily took Davie into her mouth as Jonno continued to torment her, touching and caressing her without venturing to her red hot pussy.

Billy looked up at Paula and grinned. He moved his chair closer for a better view of the action and Paula came and sat on his knee to join him.

Jonno used his strong fingers to slowly open Octavia’s pussy lips to reveal a wet, bright pink hole which was leaking pussy juice down between the cracks of her voluptuous ass cheeks. Octavia, purred as she sucked on Micky and Davie’s cocks in turn, devouring them as her desire was elevated as a result of all the attention she was getting from Jonno and the feel of the hot hard cocks in her mouth and hands.

Jonno started to lick the outer hairless lips of her pussy using long slow strokes upwards but making sure he avoided the fleshy hood covering her clit. He then licked her inner labia, also using long slow strokes, first one side then the other. Octavia clamped her strong thighs around his head, pulling on Davey’s cock. Jonno then sucked on each of her labia in turn, pulling and stretching them between his lips before releasing them. He admired his handiwork then flicked his tongue at her swollen clitoris, teasing and tormenting Octavia before using his tongue to slowly lap along the length of the hood of her clitoris. He slowly moved his tongue first upwards along one side then down the other side.

Octavia was is heaven and leaking juices all over Jonno’s face. “Fuck me Jonno! I can’t wait any longer!” She yelled as she continued to stroke and lick the cocks of Davey and Mickey.

Jonno stood and positioned his knob head at the entrance to her sopping wet pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit, making a figure 8 when he got to her swollen clit, teasing her further. He slowly sunk his dick into her, sliding in easily as he felt her squeeze him firmly with her inner muscles. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she pulled him inside using her heels. He started to thrust strongly, going as deep as he could, feeling his balls hit her ass cheeks each time with a slap.

Billy was watching the action transfixed, his eyes wide, staring at the wanton action that had evolved on the table in front of him and Paula. She held his hand reassuringly giving him a squeeze. He looked up at her and smiled. “You ok?” She mouthed, to which he nodded positively. “Want to stay or do you want to get out of here? He looked back at the action where Jonno was now pounding Octavia accelerating his rhythm and thrusting harder and deeper into her dripping wet pussy. Octavia was sucking and licking on two rock hard cocks in turn.

Billy looked back at Paula and said “Can we go for a drink round the corner where it is quieter? I think this is a bit too much for me to take in.”

Of course we can babe! Replied Paula and took him by the hand leading the way. “See you later babes!” she exclaimed to Octavia whose mouth was too full of cock to reply. She just winked and gave her a thumbs up sign.

Paula and Billy made their way out the door and heading towards the pub. “I am buying Billy, as I need a drink and you can tell me all about yourself and why you are still a virgin, such a lovely looking lad like you!” Paula led the way pulling Billy behind her.

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It was the best night’s sleep she’d had in a long time. Even though some distant sound had awakened Stella, she still felt well rested. The bed was extremely comfortable, too. A smile came to her lips as she fondly recalled last night’s activities. It could have only been better had it just been her and Louis, but she realized that Chrissy was likely to always be around. At least, the young woman was pleasant and likeable. And Stella sort of had her first threesome.

As Stella continued to lie there, she suddenly had this weird feeling that she was not alone. Lifting her head up, she was somewhat startled to see Chrissy standing near the door.

“Good morning,” Louis’s girlfriend greeted cheerfully. “I was hoping you’d wake up on your own. I didn’t want to frighten you by doing it myself.”

“Good morning,” Stella returned groggily. “What are—”

“I’ll be a production assistant for today’s shoot. My job will be to escort you around, place you in optimal viewing spots while making sure you’re not in the way. My other duty will be to get Louis to where he should be when he is needed in the scene. You’ve got about an hour to get ready if you want to shower. I’ll also bring you breakfast. There’s a variety of pastries. Do you drink coffee?”

“Yes.”

Watching Chrissy flit out of the room, Stella realized that she was about to embark on an experience today that would likely blow her mind. She arose and glanced down at herself to discover she was nude, having simply gone to bed as she was once returning to her bedroom. It also occurred to her that having been seen by Carly, her romp with the young couple would now be common knowledge amongst the Littletonians in this house.

The en suite bathroom was as big as the master bathroom in Stella’s home back in Littleton. It would have been nice to soak in the large Jacuzzi tub, but she knew she didn’t have the time for that, so she switched the water on in the spacious shower stall. The warm water beating down on her was relaxing. She went through her shower routine, and after washing all the soap off and opening her eyes, she was startled to see Louis sitting on a bench in the bathroom. Her instinct was to cover up, but he was nude, he’d already seen her nude a number of times, and she forced herself to realize that nudity was nothing to these people.

“Good morning, Louis,” Stella offered, reaching for a towel to dry off.

“Morning, Stella. Chrissy is bringing us breakfast.”

“I know. You’ll be joining me?”

“Yeah. I hope that’s alright. Didn’t want her to have to deliver to two rooms.”

“No problem.” Stepping over to the vanity to brush her hair before quickly drying it, she noted, “You look lost. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he responded. “Every time I do one of these scenes, I go through this mental exercise of questioning myself. What am I doing here? Why am I doing this? Is this what I really want to do? Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.”

Stella nodded and said, “I have also wondered if this was what you really wanted to do.”

Chrissy returned with a tray of coffee, three cups and a plate of various pastries. She set it on Stella’s dresser and stood in the bathroom doorway, having heard the exchange.

Louis shrugged. “I’m not sure what I really want to do. I always thought I wanted to do something with computers, information technology, and I am getting to do that with Lonnie’s company. I’m making good money with hardly any expenses. I’m going to a university I couldn’t otherwise afford. Lonnie and Carly mother me, Diane and Gwen are like big sisters, and I have the best girlfriend I could have ever hoped to have.”

Chrissy beamed.

“Not to mention getting to have sex with a lot of attractive women,” Stella added.

With a grimace, Louis revealed, “It was fun in the beginning. Now, it’s just work. You’ll see it’s not like what you watched yesterday and last night. That was fun and enjoyable. Doing it with you was fun and enjoyable.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Louis, but what you and I did was nothing like what you and Chrissy did.”

“I think what he means,” Chrissy spoke up, “is, before you, the only women he had sex with were in the porn business. They are women who, shall we say, are skilled—”

“Not ordinary women, like me,” Stella finished for her.

“On the contrary, you did what came natural. It was not scripted, it was not based on performing, it was—”

“Ordinary,” Stella again had to say.

“And that’s what he liked about it,” Chrissy revealed. “Any time you want to speak up, Louis . . .”

“She’s right,” Louis agreed. “I didn’t have to perform. We did what we wanted, what we felt.”

“And what did the two of you do yesterday and last night?” Stella wanted to know. “Looked pretty natural to me.”

“It was,” Chrissy said. “But we are also two people who—”

“Are skilled,” Stella filled in.

“Something like that.”

They followed Stella back into the bedroom where Chrissy poured coffee and they ate while Stella dressed.

“Just be casual gaziantep rus escort and comfortable,” Chrissy advised.

So, Stella wore another dress similar to last night, this time with panties, but no bra.

Chrissy grinned. “Now, you’re getting the hang of it.”

“So, have you answered your other questions, Louis?”

“Yeah,” Louis said in a tone that made it sound like he was just bemoaning. “I really am content. This is just not anything I ever thought I would be doing. Not even in my wildest dreams. Questioning myself is just more of a sanity check.”

Stella nodded her understanding. “Well, with all due respect to you, Chrissy, Louis, if you ever need to talk to an ordinary woman, don’t hesitate to call me.”

They all laughed, at which point, Lonnie entered. “I was wondering where you all were.”

“Just having breakfast together,” Louis said.

With a nod, she asked, “Can we go over the scenes?”

“Of course.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Stella asked.

With a frown, Lonnie said, “Of course, not. This is your room.”

“We are finally going to do a sequel to your screen test, Louis,” Lonnie began. “If you remember, we did three scenes under the premise that Carly was your new neighbor, and Teri and Trudy were her daughters that you met and fucked. Carly caught you and was angry, but only because she wanted you for herself. And of course, she got you.”

“I’d love to see that,” Stella commented.

“You know what?” Lonnie said, a thought just occurring to her. “We should be able shoot everything today. We’ll edit it tomorrow, and when it’s finished, we’ll screen the original and the new one the next night.”

“Great idea, mom.”

“So, the sequel,” Lonnie went on, “will be the daughters have invited you to swim at their house. The daughters are out at the pool, and you go inside for something to drink. Carly seduces you and you fuck her in the kitchen, and then go to the bedroom. The daughters will catch the two of you and argue over you. In the end, you’ll propose a compromise and do a foursome with all three women. How does that sound?”

“You wanted to do a foursome in the first one, didn’t you?” Louis asked.

“I did, but I really didn’t think of until after we shot the transition scenes and I let the crew go. And I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

He merely nodded.

“Any questions?”

“So, you came up with this since last night?” Stella asked.

“No, of course not. I just like to irritate Carly,” Lonnie answered with a smirk.

“But Aunt Carly knew better,” Chrissy clarified. “Those two are like kids.”

“Alright. Chrissy, let’s go make sure everything is ready and then you can come back and get Louis and Stella.”

“Well, this is exciting,” Stella said.

“Just another day at the office,” Louis commented with a smile as he enjoyed another Danish. “Be more exciting if it was you.”

“If what was me?”

“If I was doing a scene with you.”

Stella was a little embarrassed by that. “I don’t think I’d be cut out for this. After all, with me it would just be ordinary.”

“It wasn’t ordinary,” Louis corrected. “It was natural. And I really enjoyed it. I hope we get to do it again.”

“Lonnie asked if I would be interested in doing a scene.”

“Would you?”

“As I said, I don’t think I’d be cut out for it.”

Chrissy reappeared with a swimsuit. “We’re all set.” She handed the trunks to Louis who quickly slid them on.

All three then headed downstairs.

* * *

Stella was amazed by all she saw when they reached ground level. Lights were set up, a couple of cameras were lying around, a make-up table was set up where two attractive ladies and Carly were being attended to, and there were cases everywhere that obviously held the various types of equipment.

Following Louis to the make-up area, Stella watched as he greeted the two women, both clad in the skimpiest bikinis. Each stood and hugged him making certain to rub their bodies against him. Stella thought to glance at Chrissy. She just had a big smile on her face.

“Stella,” Louis said, “this is Teri Russell and Trudy Jenkins. Stella is a friend of Lonnie’s from our hometown.”

The two ladies each extended a hand, which Stella took and shook, and exchanged greetings.

“How are you this morning, Stella?” Carly asked with a big grin. She was wearing a low-cut dress that showed off her big tits.

“Just fine.”

Lonnie then approached the group. “Okay, glad you’re all together. We’ll start with a shot of Louis, Teri and Trudy lounging by the pool. Louis, you will get up and come inside and go into the kitchen.” She handed him and Carly some pages. “Here’s the exchange the two of you will have, and the action. Take a few minutes to look it over and when you’re ready, we’ll begin.”

Both Louis and Carly skimmed it quickly. She dropped hers on the table.

Louis handed his to Stella. “Hang onto this for me, would you? Feel free to look gaziantep rus escort bayan it over.”

Stella glanced at it and assumed it to be a script of sorts.

The porn stars then headed off to their places, Carly to the kitchen, Louis, Teri, and Trudy out to the pool. There were a couple of light stands outside, but it was another day of sun in Los Angeles. Lonnie followed them outside, as did a man holding a video camera and another with a still camera.

Chrissy led Stella to a spot where she could observe the action outside, but not be in the way when they came in.

“Alright. Places, everyone.” Lonnie glanced at the camera operators. “Ready?”

Both nodded.

“You’ll see mom stop the action quite a bit so the still camera can take pictures that will be posted on our websites,” Chrissy whispered to Stella, who merely nodded. Stella could see the man with the still camera already at work.

“And action!” Lonnie called out.

“Anyone want something to drink?” Louis asked. To which Teri and Trudy replied negatively. “I’m going get something.” He then arose from his lounger and headed toward the door.

“Cut!” Lonnie shouted.

Both cameramen came inside to capture Louis entering.

Louis was standing outside the door, and when Lonnie called for action, he entered and walked to the kitchen. Carly was leaning against the counter and watched him enter.

“Robbi, what are you doing here?” she asked.

Stella quickly realized they were using Louis’s stage name.

“Your daughters invited me,” Robbie/Louis answered.

“They did, did they? They didn’t tell me they were inviting you. I thought we had a rule about you hanging out with my daughters?”

Robbi/Louis became nervous. “But I like them. You want me to leave?”

“No. Maybe I’ll put on a bikini and join you to keep an eye on all of you,” Carly said seductively.

“Oh, well, that would be . . . that would be . . .”

“That is, unless you want to help me out.”

“Uh, uh, what do you want?” Robbi/Louis asked nervously.

“My neck and shoulders are sore. Guess I slept wrong. Maybe you could rub it for me?”

“Gee, I don’t know, Ms. Saunders. I—”

“You know the rule, Robbi. You want to play with them, you have to play with me.”

Carly turned her back to him and he hesitantly raised his hands and started kneading her shoulders. Carly slipped the strap off her shoulder, but Robbi/Louis nervously moved it back.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Carly purred. She casually reached around behind her and rubbed his cock through his swimsuit.

“What are you doing?’

“Just seeing if you’re interested.”

“Please, Ms. Saunders.”

She then stepped backwards pushing him against the opposite counter. Turning around, she pressed her body to his and resumed rubbing his dick. “Mmmm, you are interested.”

“Please, Ms. Saunders.” Robbi/Louis exaggeratedly glanced back out toward the pool. “If your daughters see us—”

“What do you think they’ll do?” she asked as she undid his swimsuit.

“I . . . I . . . don’t know.”

“Well, I really enjoyed our last time together.” She pushed his trunks down below his scrotum, grabbed his cock and stroked it. “Didn’t you?”

“Uh, well, uh—”

“I see the way you look at me.” She pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and then stooped down. She held his dick at the base and gave the head a tentative lick. That caused Robbi/Louis to shiver. She then started sucking him and it was too good for him not to enjoy it. His swimsuit dropped to the floor.

“Oh, wow!” Robbie/Louis said. He couldn’t help but moan his pleasure.

Carly then tilted her head to suck his balls.

“Damn, she’s good at this,” Chrissy whispered to Stella, who merely nodded.

“Cut!” Lonnie called out and Carly halted with her mouth on his scrotum as the still photographer snapped a few shots.

“I thought there would be more stops and starts,” Stella whispered.

“Not so much with Carly. When she’s with Louis, she doesn’t want to stop,” Chrissy responded.

“Alright, go, Carly.”

Carly returned to sucking him. “I’ve dreamed of sucking this cock again.”

“Oh, oh!” Robbi/Louis whined.

“Have you been thinking about this, too?” She peeled her dress down to expose her boobs.

“Yes.”

Carly licked him all over, and his scrotum, then she deep throated him, and his knees buckled.

Stella wondered if that was acting or not. But Carly was good at oral.

Carly mouthed his balls again while stroking his cock, and then she pressed her tits around his shaft and used them to jerk him.

Robbi/Louis emitted a continuous string of expletives denoting his enjoyment.

“You like fucking these tits?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Carly stood again, raised her dress above her hips, stripped off her panties, and bent over the counter. “Stick that cock in me!” she ordered.

He wasted no time in complying. But after only a few thrusts, he escort rus gaziantep pulled out and licked her pussy and asshole.

“Oh, my!” Stella exclaimed as silently as she could. She hadn’t expected that.

Carly lifted one leg and rested it against the counter and Robbi/Louis shoved his dick back inside her. She moaned her pleasure with a huge smirk on her face. Robbi/Louis reached around and grabbed her tit. He fondled it, but not so tenderly.

“Oh, fuck!” Carly yelled out.

“Cut!” Lonnie yelled.

“Are you fucking kidding?” Carly yelled, but Robbi/Louis halted while the still photographer got some shots.

“Go, Louis,” Lonnie ordered.

He resumed pounding her, amid her constant moans.

“Alright, cut!”

Carly growled.

“We’re going to move to the bedroom,” Lonnie announced. “Carly, give us the line and then cut again. Go!”

Carly pushed Robbi/Louis back and seductively said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom. Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?” She grabbed his dick and pulled him, leading him away. Once passed the camera, she stopped.

“Okay, everyone. Take a break while we set up in the bedroom,” Lonnie said.

“We won’t get much of a view of the bedroom scene,” Chrissy said. “Only mom and the cameramen can get in. We can watch on the monitor, though.”

“Okay,” Stella said.

“So, what do you think?” Louis asked, approaching them.

“Very interesting,” Stella commented. “Seems it really is a lot of work. And this seems to be a simple story. I couldn’t imagine how a more detailed story would be done.”

“Unfortunately, the kind of people who watch these videos don’t want much story,” Louis bemoaned. “They just want the sex. I have long wanted to do a video that had a real story. I believe there’s a market for it.”

“You mean, like a regular movie but with graphic sex?” Stella asked.

“Like that space movie we watched at your house. The human man and the alien woman got together. A real inventive sex scene would have done well there.”

“Hmmm.” Stella considered that for a second. “That would have been interesting. Lonnie does not have interest in that?”

“Not so much,” Louis said.

“Too be honest,” Chrissy spoke up, “she’s just chasing the dollars.”

“What does that mean?” Stella asked.

Waiving her hand around, Chrissy explained, “It costs a lot of money to bring in all these people and four players. Louis, or Robbi Rodman, has become a popular, well-known porn star. Teri and Trudy are reasonably well-known, and of course, Carly has been around for years. And though she’s not a big draw anymore, having her in the video will carry more weight than some lesser-known older woman. So, all in all, this video should play well on our membership websites.”

“What about DVD sales?”

Chrissy grimaced. “People don’t buy many of those anymore. We’ll print a few for some of the adult stores and we might sell some online, but I wouldn’t expect us to make much from that.”

Teri and Trudy approached sipping bottles of water.

Trudy gently grabbed Louis’s flaccid cock and stoked it a few times. “How have you been, Louis?”

“Good, and yourself? Still dancing?”

“Occasionally.”

“Trudy started out as a dancer,” Louis explained, for Stella’s benefit.

“What kind of dancing?” Stella felt she should ask.

“I started out in musicals, but they wouldn’t hire me after I got into porn,” she said. “I’ve worked a few strip clubs, but the clientele in those places are not what they used to be.”

Stella nodded but had no clue what that meant.

“I wish there were more scenes to do,” Trudy said.

“So, do I,” Teri agreed. “I wish Lonnie was doing more. I really like working for her.”

Again, Stella merely nodded. There were some questions she would have liked to ask—like why Teri liked working for Lonnie—but wasn’t certain she should.

“Alright. Carly, Louis, on set. Teri, Trudy, standby,” Lonnie called out.

Chrissy moved them into position to watch a monitor as Robbi/Louis and Carly stood outside of the downstairs guest room. The videographer stood behind them, and the still photographer had already gone into the room.

“Places,” Lonnie said. “Action.”

Robbie followed Carly into the bedroom with the video camera following. They stopped beside the bed, with Robbie/Louis behind Carly. Once inside, Lonnie halted the action for the video cameraman to go in and reposition.

Though Lonnie had not resumed the action, Stella watched the monitor because the cameraman was still recording. She noticed Louis leisurely stroking his cock, obviously to keep it hard. The still photographer fired off some shots, then nodded to Lonnie, who called for action.

Carly’s dress was now around her waist and she pushed it down to the floor and stepped out of it. She bent slightly over the bed as Robbi/Louis put his hands on her ass. She bent over further and Robbi/Louis buried his face in her butt, licking and slurping. Carly lifted one leg onto the bed to give him greater access. She then crawled onto the bed on all fours. Robbie/Louis got behind her and slid his cock into her pussy.

“Cut!” Lonnie called out so the still photographer could get some more photos.

Stella noticed that Louis would pump every few seconds, again she assumed, to remain hard. The ever anxious Carly would also push back eager to get the fucking going.

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Histoires de la Bienheureuse Agnès 4

1ère Histoire – Soir d’octobre en Beaujolais — 4

Episode 4 / 6 : Où le lecteur a la confirmation qu’Agnès est tombée dans un traquenard.

Remarque préliminaire : Pour la compréhension de l’histoire, il est très utile d’avoir lu les épisodes précédents.

… Déjà Armand et Hubert, le blondinet, revenaient avec quatre ou cinq bouteilles. Ils avaient pris au passage chacun sous un bras, la portugaise complètement ivre, qu’ils traînèrent jusqu’à la table pour l’associer aux libations du groupe. Tandis qu’Hubert tenait la portugaise pour ne pas qu’elle roule à terre, Armand déboucha les bouteilles et les posa sur la table entre les jambes d’Agnès. Celle-ci, assise depuis qu’elle était détachée, n’avait pas bougée, perdue dans ses pensées… On remplit rapidement les verres que la Bernadette et Elise avait disposés sur le bout de la table. Agnès n’osait refermer les jambes de craintes de renverser verres et bouteilles. Elle resta donc les jambes écartées, laissant voir sa moule à travers sa toison assez peu fournie. Elle se dit que les poils masquaient un peu sa fente qui ne serait ainsi pas trop visible aux gens qui faisaient cercle autour de la table.

Sur sa gauche, Agnès remarqua que la Brigitte s’était discrètement éclipsée entre deux rangées de tonneaux. Là, penchée en avant, écartant bien les jambes, les fesses presqu’à toucher la paroi, elle pissait debout ou presque. Agnès l’entendait uriner. Seul Adrien, semblait avoir remarqué le manège de Brigitte et se tenait debout à l’entrée de la petite allée entre les tonneaux. Il observait la rousse en train de pisser en branlant sa queue dressée. Tout en urinant, Brigitte lui adressa un sourire. Le garçon se sentant encouragé, s’avança entre les tonneaux. Brigitte fit alors un demi-tour sur elle-même lui présentant ses fesses écartées qui finissaient d’uriner. Adrien s’accroupit derrière elle et enfouissant sous visage entre les fesses de la rousse, lui lécha avidement la fente encore toute ruisselante d’urine chaude.

Pendant ce temps les hommes faisaient boire les femmes. Au deuxième verre, la petite portugaise échappa à la vigilance et au soutien d’Hubert et roula par terre, sous la table, la jupe remontée jusqu’à la taille, les fesses et le con à l’air. Elle devait être proche du coma éthylique, car elle y resta là, incapable de se relever et personne ne s’en occupa plus.

La Bernadette remplissait de nouveau les verres. Les hommes, les femmes, tous burent au moins deux verres chacun. Elise, la jeune brunette était maintenant pratiquement ivre et avait du mal à rester assise sur le banc à la droite d’Agnès. Quant à la blonde Hélène, elle était complètement saoule et c’était le Françou qui la faisait boire au verre comme on l’aurait fait avec un enfant… Revenue dans l’assemblée, la Brigitte but aussi, largement autant que les autres, mais on aurait dit que le vin était sans effet sur elle : elle avait toujours cette prestance provocante et son regard aiguisé, dur et hautain. La Bernadette but elle aussi et sans doute plus que la plupart, cependant elle portait très bien l’alcool, car rien dans son comportement et son physique ne laissait paraître le moindre signe d’ébriété. Le Jacquot, ivre depuis déjà un bon moment, était plus rouge que jamais, mais les quelques verres de plus ne semblaient pas l’atteindre davantage ; l’entraînement sans doute… Le Françou aussi avait son compte, mais sans plus. Il faisait surtout boire la grande Hélène. Il lui parlait beaucoup alors que la fille, ivre depuis longtemps, ne semblait saisir le moindre mot du discours du vieil édenté… Et puis Armand, le rouquin buvait lui aussi beaucoup ce qui le faisait transpirer abondamment.

Armand et le Jacquot, chacun un verre plein à la main, entreprirent de faire boire Agnès. Celle-ci serrait les lèvres et résistait. Le vin coulait de chaque côté de sa bouche résolument fermée et dégoulinait le long de son cou, sur ses seins, son ventre et finissait par faire une flaque sur la table entre ses jambes qui lui mouillait progressivement les fesses et l’entrejambes. Le Jacquot avait posé son verre et de ses deux mains, il tentait de lui desserrer les dents. Il y parvenait en partie et invectivait Armand pour qu’il lui verse le vin par la petite ouverture entre les lèvres :

– ” Armand, Bon Dieu! Vas-y, mets-lui dans le bec! … Vas-y… N’est pas peur… S’il en tombe, c’est pas grave… Y en a d’autre!”. Le grand rouquin versait du mieux qu’il pouvait. Agnès fut bientôt vaincue et finit par ouvrir la bouche. Elle se disait que si elle était bien saoule, elle ne subirait plus l’humiliation de la même façon… Elle aurait alors l’excuse de l’ivresse pour subir et accepter, puisqu’il n’y avait, pour l’instant, pas d’autres moyens de faire autrement… Elle se laissa donc faire. On lui fit boire deux verres coup sur coup et comme l’Armand s’approchait pour lui faire boire le reste directement à la dernière bouteille:

– ” Suffit!!, tonna la Brigitte qui décidément avait gardé toute sa tête. Comment voulez-vous que nous en profitions encore, si elle est ivre morte? Si vous la saoulait complètement gaziantep escort ce sera une loque, une épave comme la Maria, là, dessous et qu’est-ce vous en tirerez, hein? Rien, rien du tout! Et surtout, elle ne se rendra plus compte de rien! Alors?! ” Elle avait nettement haussé le ton sur la fin de sa tirade. Il y eu un silence. Même le Françou s’arrêta de parler. Après avoir mesuré son effet, la Brigitte reprit :

– ” Allez, allez, occupez-vous d’elle sans plus tarder et que d’autres en profitent, un peu, bon sang! ” La Brigitte devait être un peu jalouse de la condition de femme de la ville d’Agnès et même si elle ne lui enviait pas son physique, elle lui enviait à coups sûrs sa liberté et son statut social… C’était comme une sorte de revanche qu’elle prenait là sur sa propre vie.

– ” Oui, oui… Tu as raison ma chérie!, enchaîna le Jacquot. On va s’en occuper tu vas voir! Que ceux qui n’en n’ont pas encore profité puissent en prendre un peu! Et j’en suis!!”

– ” Oui, oui, renchérit Armand, qu’on en profite quoi… Je l’ai sucé à fond, j’voudrais bien la mettre un peu au bout de ma queue! ” Disant cela, il s’astiquait doucement la tige pour ne pas débander.

Profitant de ce moment d’incertitude, et choisissant que tout le monde se fut arrêté, Agnès sauta de la table. Hélas pour elle du mauvais côté, car elle se trouva face au Jacquot, qui l’enserra dans ses bras forts et la retint avant qu’elle ne puisse s’esquiver. Le membre court et trapu de l’homme frottait son ventre de façon obscène. Son halène chargée des relents de vin et d’alcool, l’asphyxiait littéralement. Agnès suffoquait presque et n’ayant pas eu le temps de se remettre de l’épisode précédent, chancelait sur ses jambes flageolantes et engourdies par les liens. Elle voulu se dégager du Jacquot en le repoussant, mais déjà Brigitte, perfidement s’était collée derrière elle et l’appliquait avec force sur son époux, lui disant doucement dans le cou :

– ” Tiens regarde, chérie… Tu sens comme il bande mon Jacquot, tu sais il a peut-être les mains rudes, et toi tu n’y es pas habituée évidemment, mais il baise bien et il pourrait bien te remplir ton trou de salope, sais-tu? ”

– ” Oui, ajouta la Bernadette, c’est vrai que c’est un bon coup au lit! Le Jacquot et mon Françou, pas la peine d’aller voir ailleurs, t’auras ce qu’il te faut, ma belle!… ”. Disant cela, elle vint se mettre à genoux aux pieds de la table, juste derrière le Jacquot, et commença à lui palper les couilles.

Brigitte avait fait signe à Johann d’écarter les cuisses d’Agnès, debout entre elle et son homme. Ce qu’il fit en lui saisissant le mollet gauche et en lui relevant la jambe. Puis la jolie rousse qui avait passé son bras devant Agnès, s’était saisi du vit du Jacquot, et le faisait aller et venir sur le pubis et dans la fente de la jolie bourgeoise. La vulve d’Agnès était évidemment très mouillée et le membre court, mais épais, glissait parfaitement d’avant en arrière, de la rosette jusqu’au clitoris…

La Bernadette, à genoux derrière le Jacquot, surveillait les allers et retours de la bite du Maître dans la fente mouillée de l’infirmière. Elle avait été rejointe par le portugais qui s’était traîné à genoux aussi, jusqu’à elle. Il avait bu plus qu’il ne pouvait en contenir et l’on ne pouvait dire s’il était encore en mesure de comprendre ce qui se passait autour de lui.

Le Jacquot avait fléchi sur ses genoux pour que son membre se trouve un peu en dessous de l’entrejambes d’Agnès. La main de sa femme assurait le va et vient de la pine qui bandait toujours fortement. De temps à autres, Bernadette se baissait un peu plus et donnait par derrière, des coups de langues sur les couilles du Jacquot, le nez entre les fesses de ce dernier. Les poils de la vulve d’Agnès étaient assez longs et parfois le membre les frottait et les lui tirait de façon douloureuse, au point qu’elle regretta un moment de ne pas s’être épilée comme elle avait coutume de le faire régulièrement. Elle ferma les yeux un instant, évoquant ce que pouvait être la scène, vu par quelqu’un qui serait extérieur, à quelque mètres d’eux dans la cave.

Agnès se représentait debout au milieu du groupe, les fesses appuyées sur le bord de la table, une jambe levée assez haut, tenue par le grand blond. Elle était plaquée sur le ventre poilu du Jacquot qui lui passait sa large bite dans le con. Derrière elle, La Brigitte qui venait de lâcher le membre de son homme, branlait maintenant doucement et avec application Johann juste à côté d’elle, lui roulant des patins très mouillés. A genoux au pied de sa patronne et derrière elle, Armand lui caressait la chatte et se faisait sucer par Elise, la brunette. Elle-même se faisant caresser par Adrien. De l’autre côté du groupe et dans son prolongement, à genoux derrière le Jacquot, se tenait la Bernadette qui caressait les fesses et les couilles du patron. La grande vieille avait les cuisses écartées ce qui permettait au portugais de continuer à la branler d’une main tout en continuant de boire de l’autre.

Le Françou quand à lui, un peu retiré de gaziantep escort bayan ce groupe, avait investi l’autre côté de la table avec Hubert. Ils s’occupaient d’Hélène, la grande blonde. La fille était visiblement très saoule. Et tandis qu’Hubert lui suçait les seins, le Françou l’avait renversée sur la table. Et lui passait son vit monstrueux dans la fente. C’était là un tableau surréaliste : un braquemart énorme, noueux et difforme, qui passe et repasse sur la petite chatte d’une très jeune femme, encore fine et serrée, qui disparaissait sous la monstruosité du membre…

Le Jacquot, fléchissant encore un peu plus les jambes, s’enfile au con d’Agnès. C’est vrai que la bite, bien que très courte, la remplit bien, et ce malgré la largeur de son orifice. Elle en a très honte, mais elle est enfin baisée. Depuis le temps qu’elle en a envie… Cela fait maintenant plusieurs dizaines de minutes qu’elle attend d’être enfin prise… Elle a bien davantage honte de se retrouver dans cette situation avec ce genre de personnes que du principe et de l’envie se faire baiser. Elle accepterait volontiers de se faire prendre tant elle en a envie, à condition que l’on enlève, que l’on élimine, que l’on fasse abstraction de cet environnement vulgaire et écœurant… Pourtant la bite du Jacquot lui fait du bien et l’apaise. Avec son ventre, elle va même au devant du va et vient du vit qui la pénètre en force. La Bernadette d’une main ferme pousse à chaque avancée, les fesses du Jacquot, ce qui fait pénétrer le vit encore plus à fond dans la matrice. Avoir la jambe levée, ce qui facilite la pénétration du membre, est un plus pour Agnès… Et là, maintenant, alors qu’elle est enfin bien baisée par devant, elle a très envie, pour que ce soit parfait d’avoir même temps un doigt dans le cul.

Juste à côté et derrière elle, Brigitte s’est accoudée à la table et elle se fait prendre en levrette par Johann, le joli blond. Il la baise bien à fond, la poussant à chaque fois sur la table. Elle gémit de plaisir, tout en se branlant le clito par-dessous. Adrien est venu s’accroupir sous la jambe levée d’Agnès, sa tête à remplacée la main de Johann sous sa cuisse. Il lèche doucement le clito et ce qui reste accessible de la vulve d’Agnès, alors que le Jacquot la baise en lui remplissant bien son trou de femme. Sous la caresse de la langue du garçon brun, Agnès trésaille et commence à gémir doucement. Le Jacquot qui lui fait face est légèrement plus petit qu’elle parce qu’il a fléchi les jambes pour la pénétrer. Il lui a pris les seins en bouche et les tète goulûment avec des remugles de vin et des rôts, sonores et odorants. Qu’importe, la belle bourgeoise oublie un instant la vulgarité de la situation et gémit de plus en plus fort. Au point que le Jacquot, relevant la tête s’adresse à elle :

– ” Tu trouves ça bon, hein!!… C’est pas souvent que t’es baisée comme ça dans cette position!… Tu vois ma garce, que nous aussi les gars de la campagne, on peut aussi te faire du bien!… Hein, ma cochonne…!

La Bernadette toujours à l’affût de tout ce que pouvait faire Agnès, en remet un peu :

– ” T’inquiètes pas le Jacquot, elle aime tout! Pourvu que ça rentre…! C’est pas la peine qu’elle fasse comme ça la fine bouche, on sait ce qu’on sait!… ”

– ” Oui, continua la Brigitte entre deux gémissements, sa vraie nature ne peut pas tromper son monde tout le temps! Profite-en bien le Jacquot, un petit morceau qui a tellement été essayé qu’il n’y a pas de raison que tu en sois privé! Hein?! ”

Agnès restait sourde à ces sarcasmes, du moins, ceux-ci ne l’atteignaient plus. La langue d’Adrien sur son clitoris et sur les petites lèvres de sa vulve dilatée, la faisait chavirer… Oui, oui, trois fois oui, elle voulait maintenant plus que tout, une caresse à sa rosette : avoir un doigt dans son cul… Doucement de sa main gauche, elle vint chercher la main d’Adrien posé sur cuisse et l’amena entre ses fesses. Le garçon compris tout de suite ce qu’elle souhaitait et se mit à lui caresser doucement la raie des fesses, le périnée et jusqu’à venir toucher la bite qui pistonnait le con d’Agnès. Puis il s’attarda sur la rosette, mouilla son majeur aux bords du trou baisé de la belle infirmière et lui enfonça doucement dans le cul. Agnès crût défaillir et dû se rattraper aux épaules de son fouteur. Maintenant, elle était partie et elle savait qu’elle ne pourrait arrêter la folle jouissance qui montait en elle… Elle se mit à balancer la tête dans tout les sens et à divaguer avec les mots :

– ” Ahhhhh… Oui!… Ouiiiii…! Vas-y!… Vas-y… Baise-moi bien!… Baise-moi, salaud… Ahhh, c’est bon!… Ouiiii …!! ” Et quand Adrien lui enfila un deuxième doigt dans la rondelle, elle éclata dans une jouissance folle, déchargeant des flots de cyprine chaude à la fois sur le bas ventre de son baiseur, mais aussi sur le visage de son lécheur. Sa décharge coulait en nappes le long de sa cuisse et se répandait sur la terre battue de la cave… Elle fut parcourue de soubresauts qu’elle ne pouvait réprimer, qui tétanisaient son corps et firent désenconner escort gaziantep la bite du Jacquot ; ces soubresauts qui lui firent perdre l’équilibre. Elle tomba à la renverse et se retrouva assise, sur les jambes d’Adrien qui ne put la contenir à temps… Elle déchargeait encore. Et là, à cet instant la jouissance avait été trop forte et elle ne put retenir l’envie d’uriner qu’elle réprimait depuis qu’elle était avec le vieux dans la maison de la Toinette. Le relâchement provoqué par la jouissance extrême eu pour conclusion qu’elle se mit à pisser, libérant toute sa vessie, sans pouvoir aucunement se retenir. Elle choisit de se laisser aller en silence… La Bernadette toujours à genoux entre les jambes du Jacquot, donc tout près d’Agnès, s’aperçut évidemment que l’infirmière urinait… Elle en avertit l’assistance en beuglant :

– ” Ah, mais la voilà qui pisse, maintenant!… Eh salope, tu ne peux pas te retenir un peu et comme tout le monde, aller te cacher, hein! Mais t’es pire qu’une vraie salope, toi!… Faire ça au milieu de nous et devant les hommes!…”

– ” Pas étonnant, dit l’Armand, avec tout ce qu’elle a éclusé!… ”.

– ” N’empêche, insista la grande rustaude, c’est pas des choses à faire! Sauf si on est une cochonne sans fierté!… ” Puis hurlant sur Agnès qui ne pouvait s’arrêter :

– ” Hein, mais t’arrêteras-tu, salope?! ”

– ” Laisse, la Bernadette, j’aime bien voir ça, ma!”, dit le Jacquot en se baissant et en écartant les jambes d’Agnès. Celle-ci maintenant se laissait aller, ne cherchant plus à se retenir et donnait libre court à sa miction. Le jet était encore dru et puissant. La pisse roulait sur le sol battu de la cave et s’activait vers une petite dépression creusée sous le pied d’un tonneau, où elle se répandait en une nappe fumante et colorée.

– ” Et moi aussi!…”, dit le Françou qui s’empressa de venir se mettre à genoux à côté d’Agnès pour mater sa fente qui urinait. La petite infirmière balbutia une excuse à l’adresse des hommes qui l’entourait et aussi de la Bernadette :

– ” Je vous demande pardon… Je ne l’ai pas fait exprès… Je n’ai pu me retenir… Pardonnez-moi!…”, implora-t-elle.

– ” C’est rien ma jolie, libère-toi bien avant les prochaines festivités, cela n’en sera que mieux!” lui dit insidieusement la Brigitte entre deux soupirs de plaisir, car elle continuait de se faire prendre en levrette sur le bord de la table par Johann.

C’est alors qu’Elise se releva et demanda :

– ” La coquine m’a donné envie de faire pipi, à moi aussi!… J’ai très envie… Comment je fais? ”

– ” Te gêne pas pour nous, ma belle lui répondit très vivement Armand, fais-le là aussi toi, si tu veux! ”. Il désignait le bout de la grande table sur laquelle la Brigitte se faisait baiser.

– ” Oui, oui… Sur la table, là… Oui!” renchérit le Françou, qui déjà se relevait d’entre les jambes d’Agnès et se précipitait vers Elise, debout près de la table.

– ” Ah ben, je voudrais bien voir ça! s’écria la Bernadette, Et puis quoi aussi, vieux salaud! ”

– ” Doucement, hein, on se calme!… fit Brigitte qui décidément contrôlait tout, même pendant une levrette. Elise tu n’as qu’aller entre deux tonneaux, vers le fond de la cave…. Et puis tu emmènes qui tu veux avec toi si tu en as envie!… ”

Elle n’avait pas terminé sa phrase que déjà Armand se précipitait :

– ” Allez viens, Françou, on l’emmène là-bas…!” Déjà ils avaient pris Elise sous chaque bras et l’emmenaient tambour battant jusqu’au fond de la cave.

Le Jacquot lui, avait fait signe à la Bernadette de venir aider à relever Agnès qui était restée assise sur la terre battue, les fesses dans l’humidité du sol et de l’urine… Bernadette aida la jeune femme à se relever et avant de la faire asseoir sur le banc, lui essuya les fesses toutes ruisselantes avec un torchon pris sur le panier aux provisions. Puis, lorsqu’Agnès fut assisse sur le banc, elle la renversa un peu de sorte que le dos d’Agnès fut appuyé au bord de la table, juste à côté de Brigitte qui continuait de se faire baiser en levrette. La Bernadette lui écarta les cuisses, bien large et s’adressant au Jacquot, elle l’invita à venir se servir.

– ” Aller, vas-y mon Jacquot, je sais que tu aimes ça…! Lécher une femme qui vient de pisser…Vas-y, nettoie-lui la fontaine, la garce n’attend que ça, tu peux en être sûr… mets ta langue bien profond dans le trou qui pisse, et même le reste si tu veux!… ”. La vulgarité des propos choquèrent profondément Agnès, qui eut un haut-le-cœur à l’évocation de sa moule où devait perler encore des gouttes d’urine. Sa pudeur s’insurgea et se rebellant au plus profond d’elle-même, la fit frissonner… Cependant, elle savait bien qu’elle avait encore envie, confusément, mais de façon très intense, que sa chatte soit léchée, sucée, baisée et prise encore… Elle se sentait saoule aussi. Pas au point de ne plus pouvoir bouger et de ne rien ressentir, non, mais quand même tout ce vin bu l’engourdissait et lui tournait la tête, ralentissant son esprit. Le fait d’avoir changé de position et d’être à demi-couchée sur le bord de la table accentuait encore ses vertiges d’ivresse. Là, maintenant, sans savoir comment cela lui était venu, l’image de la bite énorme et difforme du Françou s’imposa à elle au point de ne pouvoir la chasser de son esprit. A l’idée de ce vit fabuleux et d’une langue dans sa vulve, elle sentit son clitoris se rengorger et se dilater en haut de sa fente…

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This chapter is a bit intense as it reads and may feel kind of abrupt compared to previous chapter. Answers to questions you may have at the end of this chapter will be answered in the chapter(s) to come.

Chapter Six – “Ruby Changes Everything”

Her tone was almost cold or even clinical, like a psychiatrist. There was no change in the way she handled me with her words. I decided to see if I could turn the tables by motioning her to come to me. She dropped her arms and used her shoulder to push herself from the wall and move closer to me. Jimmy took that as an opportunity to put both his hands on my hips and slowly fuck me.

“I want you, Ruby,” I confessed to her. I studied her face for any sign of positive reaction.

She looked me deep in my eyes then shifted her gaze to Jimmy.

“Control her,” she stated plainly to my son.

Jimmy quickly resumed his powerful grip on me. Within seconds his hand was around my throat, and I was standing nearly straight. She reached in and turned the water off before stepping in and taking a stance directly in front of me. She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I know you do,” she said as she placed a finger top on my nipple. She denied me any reciprocation. “When I fingered your pussy,” she added as her finger traced its way down my body, “you responded in a way that told me you wanted the whole package.”

“Why didn’t you let me have it?” I asked breathlessly. Jimmy was full-on fucking my ass at that point.

“Why should I?” she said, raising her eyebrows as she asked.

I was at a loss for words. Her finger was trailing down the hairless mound that she shaved nearly twenty-four hours before.

“Was that orgasm from me fingering you not enough?” she seriously asked.

I was intrigued with her every word. I wanted to learn more about her as she spoke and dealt with me, but I wanted a little more control of the situation. `

“Hold on, I want Jimmy to finish fucking me,” I announced.

Jimmy took the queue and began to go to town on my ass. Ruby looked mildly put out by my dismissal of her question. I was dying to know what she was thinking. I watched her face as she looked down at her exploring hand and watched her finger begin to dig its way into my pussy.

“You’re not very perceptive,” she said to me as she continued to slowly push her finger into me. “If it wasn’t particularly obvious to you, I’ll say it plainly to you. I’m being paid to be here and with that said, I’ll be in charge. Understand?” she stated. She moved her face closer to mine and her stare drilled itself into the center of my eyes.

“You see,” she said as she pointed to Jimmy, “He’s going to cum in my hand and then you’re going to ask me to feed it to you.”

It would seem Jimmy was enjoying that idea because he announced his orgasm shortly after she issued her commands. I wanted to see how set in her ways she was going to be.

“Cum in my ass, baby!” I announced in contradiction to Ruby’s words.

She got directly in my face and grunted at me.

“He will not,” she demanded. Her thumb began to work my clit as she spoke to me, and I nearly lost my footing. “It’s simple. You comply or I walk. I can easily arrange for someone a bit more … prudish to come deal with you every day.”

“Make me cum, Ruby,” I whined at her.

“Ha! Let’s not ask things of me until you can prove you can follow simple instructions,” she commented as she put out her hand.

Jimmy laid in a few more strokes before pulling his cock out of my ass and rubbed off into her hand. I watched each spurt shoot into her hand, and she was careful to catch it all.

“Get on your knees,” she told me as she pointed to the floor of the tub. “Do it slowly as to not injure yourself further.”

I did it without question, albeit slowly. She knelt beside me and grabbed a handful of my hair and squeezed.

“Are you ready to submit to me?” she asked.

I attempted to nod. She pulled my head back and I opened my mouth, knowing what she intended. My son’s cum slid down her hand and drooled into my mouth. She made it take an agonizingly long time, but I was finally done swallowing his cum.

“Now, you’re going to finish getting cleaned up,” she said looking at Jimmy. “You and I are going to have a little chat. Do not put any clothes on.”

She looked me up and down.

“Yes, just come out to the living room when you’re done drying off. Understand?”

It struck me then that I was about to embark on a unique adventure that really could satisfy my intense sexual needs. I was happy to play Ruby’s game and see where it took me. Us.

I wandered naked into living room where I hoped to be greeted by anything except what was waiting for me. Ruby stood fully clothed next to the side table flipping through a magazine. I hobbled over to her since I took extra liberties with my broken self in the tub at her request. When she noticed me coming, she looked briefly at me, then held out her hand and pointed a finger down to the sahibe escort floor. I took that to mean she wanted me to stand in that particular spot. When I arrived, she continued browsing the magazine as I stood patiently waiting for her.

“I will tell you,” she started as she continued looking at the magazine, “that this will be the one and only time I will ever apologize to you.”

I must have had a confused look on my face. She let out an exaggerated sigh and put the magazine down. She came to stand in front of me and apparently, I was not as attentive as she demanded.

“First off, when I am talking to you, you will look at me. Understand?” she said, forcing me to look at her like a mother does with a misbehaving child. “Now, like I said. I should have been a little more attentive to you when telling you what to do in the tub.”

I went to tell her that it wasn’t her fault, but she cut me off.

“Stop talking. I said I should have been more attentive because at this point, you’ll follow directions from me without question, do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Good. That said, you’ll get a small reward.”

She leaned down and took one of my tits in her hand gently and slowly suckled my nipple. It was heavenly. Before I was ready, it was over.

“That was a small reward?” I asked, attempting to be playful.

She looked at me sternly.

Damnit, she said no talking! I chastised myself.

I felt stupid in that moment as I had just realized what was happening. She was a dom, and I was about to be her new sub. I mentally shrugged having already given myself into a new adventure. I still wished she were naked or wearing something other than her conservative scrubs.

“There are rewards along the way, all of them better than that. That was more of a …” she said before thinking for a second, “treat.”

She looked me over before continuing.

“Okay, I think it’s time to explain what is happening to you. Yes, I am still your nurse and I’ll be helping you through all this. Part of my ‘help,'” she said with air quotes, “will be helping you with your other problem. Actually, we’ll be taking control of that and making it not a problem.”

I watched her intently. Every word she spoke made me wetter and I wanted her more and more with each breath she took.

“Your insurance pays for my visits for six weeks. That means I’ll be over here every night and sometimes, all day, and you will present yourself to me exactly how I tell you. Do not respond to me now, I think we’ve come to the understanding that you’re going to do what I tell you.”

She took away every opportunity for me to talk to her.

“The first thing you’re going to do is when I arrive tomorrow, you will have your toy collection laid out on this table,” she said pointing and looking at the coffee table. “The next thing you’re going to do is not have sex with your son tomorrow.”

Damnit.

“From there, be prepared to call your therapist and cancel your visits with whoever it is. You won’t need them anymore. Once that is done, we’ll start. Do you have questions?”

I was surprised I was asked my thoughts. I stood stupidly in the middle of my living room failing to find a question to ask the woman who seemed to have taken control of my family. I asked the only question that came to mind.

“What are we starting?”

“Look, if you’re going to be difficult, this isn’t going to work,” she said aggressively. “I will nurse you back to health and provide your therapy at the same time.”

She leaned in closer and touched my cheek with hers as she whispered in my ear, “Because you’re not alone.”

My eyes opened a little wider at the idea that she knew exactly what plagued me.

“And if you don’t believe me, allow me to show you.”

I was curious what she meant before she startled me out of my thoughts.

“JIMMY!” she yelled loudly.

She waited impatiently as she looked towards the only entrance into the living room. Within seconds, my son entered the room wearing only his boxers. I wanted to snicker at him since I could tell he was probably jerking his cock thinking about what happened in the bathroom. Ruby repositioned herself in front of me. She put her hands on my naked hips and pushed her ass back a little.

“Tell your son to stand behind me.”

“Jimmy, stand behind Ruby,” I said to him. I had a feeling I knew what was about to happen.

Jimmy moved and stood behind her as if he had no idea what was going on.

“Tell him to lower my scrub bottoms,” she said looking directly into my eyes.

“Do it, Jimmy,” I told him. The look he gave me told me that he felt like he was betraying me.

He hooked his thumbs into her scrubs and pushed them down.

“Tell him to fuck me,” Ruby said, shooting darts into my eyes. I was beginning to feel actual jealousy.

“Tell him,” she hissed, sensing my hesitation.

I nodded to Jimmy.

“No. Say the words to him. Tell him to put his dick in sahibe escort bayan my pussy.”

I held her stare like we were in a showdown.

“Put your dick in her pussy,” I said with my voice shaking a bit.

Jimmy was in a bad way. I knew he wanted to, but he also knew Ruby was doing this to show me who was in charge. He followed the instructions regardless. It seemed his cock slid right in.

“Did you see that?” Ruby whispered to me. “It slid right in. Do you know why?”

I held my stare without answering her.

“Because you turned me on and my pussy has been wet since I saw him fucking your ass as I walked into the bathroom,” I smiled a little at her confession. She leaned up and as lightly as possible, she kissed my lips.

Whether or not she realized it, she gave me more than a treat. She gave me a reward. Jimmy saw the smile on my face when Ruby moved her head and smiled at me. I gave him a small wink, encouraging him to fuck the nurse as well as he fucked me earlier. He put a hand on her hip and the other on her opposite shoulder and began to pull her onto his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I heard Ruby whisper to herself as Jimmy slammed his cock into her. I was actually happy that she was enjoying herself. I was happy to see Jimmy enjoying himself. I was shocked to find myself satisfied that they were enjoying themselves. I realized then that I seemed to be every bit as much a voyeur as my son was.

Before long, Jimmy announced he was going to cum.

“Do not cum in or on me,” she demanded.

She stood up, forcing Jimmy’s cock to fall out of her. She pulled him towards me and began to stroke his cock.

“We don’t need a mess in here, so carefully, get on your knees. Hurry!”

I almost rolled my eyes at her contradictory statements but obeyed still.

“Open your mouth and take your son’s cock in it,” she said as she continued stroked him.

When my mouth began to encase his cock, she removed her hand and allowed me to finished sucking his cock. Seconds passed before I felt a couple shots of cum dribble from my son’s cock onto my tongue and begin to slide down my throat.

Before the act was done, she got back to business.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed and check your dressings and casts,” she said as she pulled her pants back up.

Jimmy waited outside my room while Ruby attended to my medical needs. I tried to dive into her thoughts while she worked, but she actively dodged every question with responses that indicated that in the end, I would understand. She had opportunities to hurt me and hasn’t so I decided to trust her for the time being. She smiled warmly at me as she announced that she would return the following day.

“Don’t forget! You may not fuck your son tonight or tomorrow,” she reminded me as she walked out. It was clear she was not interested in any response I would have given.

Ruby and Jimmy had worn me out all day. Despite my hypersexuality, sleep is what I wanted more than anything. I intended to refrain from calling Jimmy in to make sure all was well before he went to bed, but as soon as the front door closed, he turned the corner into my room.

“Are you good for the night, Mom?” he asked, holding onto the doorframe.

I enjoyed his presence of mind. He deliberately did not come to my bedside without asking. He had already learned to separate our recent revelations from his role as my son and it was delightful. It played well into my sexual needs that only he could provide. While he played the role of ‘son,’ he was tempting but when the leash was off, his natural behavior was the aphrodisiac I needed to make fucking him into a wild event.

“Mom?”

I snapped out of my revelation.

“Sorry, honey. No, I just want to sleep. You two wore me out today,” I admitted.

He looked as if my question sparked thought within him.

“Are you having any regrets about anything we’ve done? I’m not just talking about what Ruby had me do to her.”

“Not at all, honey. I am excited to see where it will go,” I said, “The future will not be like anything I thought but it will be better than what I feared. Maybe Ruby will bring me stability. Maybe she will also help you in your youth. She’s already helped us, Jimmy.”

A large smile developed on his face, “I think so, too. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning, Mom. You did more today than you should have, and you should get some rest. Besides,” he said as he started to walk back to his room, “you’ll probably need your rest for tomorrow!”

“You sneaky child!” I yelled to him. I was sure he was giggling to himself in his room. I was also sure he would have his hand stroking his cock within the next sixty second.

The next morning, Jimmy was there as he promised and had a plate full of breakfast. Eggs, biscuits, bacon and sausage was what was on the plate, and I was delighted for him to bring me the meal. He set it down on my lap and I was anxious to dive into the food. Jimmy surprised me escort sahibe with another facet of the meal.

“Is it good, Mom,” he asked curiously.

“I love it, baby,” I responded.

As I began to devour my meal, he began to devour a meal of his own. He spread my legs and immediately slipped his tongues into my slit.

“Baby, I we can’t have sex… Ruby… ” I started.

“Mom, she said we can’t fuck! I just want to make you cum.”

“Do it, baby! Slide your tongue all over my pussy!” I told him. I was hot as hell and still desired my son’s cock.

He did exactly as I requested. His tongue dove deep into my slit and very soon after, it was in my vagina. His tongue was fucking me better than I remember his father ever had. I was enraptured by his adventurous nature, but I was curious of his limitations.

“Baby… lick my ass!” I said in my heightened state of ecstasy.

“Your wish is my command, mother!” he replied. I looked down at him and saw my juices surrounding his mouth.

The next thing I knew, I felt his tongue circling my asshole and then digging in. I wanted to finger my own pussy as he did his thing, but the cast made me a slave to his actions, and I was forced to beg for his sexual attention.

“Baby, when you lick my ass, it makes me want so much more!” I announced to him.

He didn’t respond to me.

He shoved his tongue deeper into my ass than I’d ever experienced before, and I wanted more. I wanted his cock in any and all my holes.

“Fuck me, baby, put your cock in me!” I demanded of him.

“Mom,” he said.

“I KNOW WHAT SHE SAID!” I announced loudly.

“But Mom…” he replied.

“He’s right, you know,” we both heard from the door frame. Ruby was standing there in her scrubs looking sexy as hell.

“I’m impressed with you, Jimmy. But you…” she said as she walked towards me.

She stood next to my bed and put her hands between my legs. Her fingers found their way between the lips of my pussy and began to massage my clit.

“God damnit, Ruby!” I said out loud.

“What?” she said as she put her face close to mine.

I decided to play the part I’d seen in porno movies.

“Nothing, Mistress,” I said silently and released my body to her.

Jimmy stood back for his lesson, and I laid in bed waiting for her touch. Ruby slid two fingers inside my pussy, and I wanted to cum so bad.

“Ruby, make me cum, please! I need it so bad! I need you!”

“You need me?” Ruby said inquisitively.

I thought through several scenarios, and I came to the one that made sense.

“You’re beautiful and more experienced than me and I love that you’re here teaching me!” I said between breaths as she worked me.

“You love that I can make you cum with every movement of my fingers,” she said factually.

“Yes,” I responded.

“Yes, what?” she asked.

“Yes, baby” I risked saying.

She leaned over and pressed her lips against mine. It was electric. I was in love and confused at the same time.

“You’ll not feel that again. Cover yourself and get to the bathroom. I told you what I wanted you to have done by the time I arrived today, and you didn’t do it. I’ll bathe you and we will move on with the day as I see fit,” she informed me.

“The day?” I asked.

“I’m here all day,” she revealed.

I apparently looked confused.

“You’re hot for some sex but I’m here to teach you how to control it. It would also seem that you need more care than we initially anticipated so we’re here to make sure you’re cared for. Nothing but the best for our customers.”

I felt like we hired a service that was not legit until she whispered to me.

“If you’re wondering where I came from, I’ll tell you that I’m an absolute lady in the streets. But… it seems you needed something better from our first encounter. Say the word now and all of this can be erased … Say anything at all,” she dared me.

I thought about what she said, and I remained silent.

“Your silence in my answer,” she said as she pushed down her scrub pants, “You’re going to eat my pussy and I’m going to do absolutely nothing in return.”

I was surprised and not surprised at the same time until the situation matured. She moved to sit on my face, and I began to lick her pussy.

“You stay right where you are!” she said, looking at Jimmy, “She’s going to eat my cunt and you’re going to stand there. If you want to jerk your cock, feel free.”

I watched Jimmy’s reaction as I ate Ruby’s cunt. I assumed he was enthralled with what was going on. I looked down at his crotch and I saw he was hard, but he was doing nothing about it.

“Jimmy baby, stroke your cock for me. I want your cum to mix with Ruby’s juices when the time comes. Give me that cocktail, babe.”

He moved closer to me, and I went to work on Ruby’s clit. I watched him jerk his cock as my tongue moved across Ruby’s clit. I’d never had sex with a woman before. Licking Ruby’s pussy was a first for me. In the moment, it felt as if I had no idea what I was doing, but my the sensations on my tongue felt very familiar. I knew enough about my own pussy to know hers. It was my first time, but it felt like I had experience.

“Will you get naked for me, mistress?” I asked, playing the submissive role.

“No. You have done nothing to deserve that, my slave.”

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Deuxième et dernière partie

Miranda était terrorisée en se rendant compte qu’elle n’avait aucune échappatoire. Si elle tentait de rejoindre l’orée de la forêt, elle se ferait abattre bien avant d’y arriver. La seule solution était de ne pas bouger mais Dieu sait ce qu’ils allaient faire d’elle une fois entre leurs mains.

Sa nudité n’allait pas arranger les choses et malgré le soleil qui lui brûlait la peau, elle choisit de rester sur place en se disant qu’elle ne devait surtout pas parler de ses deux amis.

Maousse et Burd étaient partis en exploration pour rechercher la source de la rivière qui passait près de leur grotte. Ils étaient sûrement loin de se douter du drame qui se déroulait près de sa capsule de survie.

La navette tourna encore un peu autour d’elle avant de se poser. Ils prenaient leur temps, sachant pertinemment que la femme nue qu’ils avaient en visuel était à leur merci.

Lorsque l’engin fut enfin sur le sol, à une dizaine de mètres d’elle, une porte s’ouvrit sur le côté et deux hommes armés en descendirent. Ils étaient vêtus de treillis très légers étudiés spécialement pour les planètes très chaudes.

La jeune femme sentait ses jambes se dérober sous elle et elle dût faire un effort important pour ne pas tomber. Lentement, elle leva les bras au ciel pour montrer qu’elle n’était pas dangereuse. De toute façon sa nudité n’en faisait pas une adversaire bien redoutable mais elle ne voulait pas qu’ils tirent sur elle sans raison.

Les pirates avancèrent lentement, prenant leurs temps tout en se délectant de la vision qu’ils avaient devant eux. La jeune femme était magnifique et lorsqu’ils furent en face d’elle, ils lui demandèrent, tout en gardant les canons de leurs armes dirigés sur son ventre.

– C’est toi qui étais dans cette capsule

– Heu… oui

– Il y a d’autres personnes avec toi sur cette planète

– Non, je suis seule. J’ai atterri ici trois ans après le crash de mon vaisseau. Tous les autres membres d’équipage ont péri.

Depuis que toute la galaxie avait opté pour une langue unique, le franglais, tout était devenu plus simple, que ce soit dans le commerce ou dans l’exode sur les planètes lointaines. Miranda ne fut donc pas étonnée de comprendre les pirates même si exceptionnellement elle aurait préféré le contraire.

L’homme qui venait de parler la regarda attentivement avant de lui demander de baisser les bras pour les mettre dans le dos.

En voyant la femme depuis le ciel, il avait dû anticiper car il sortit de sa grande poche de pantalon des liens magnétiques afin de la menotter.

Docile, Miranda ne fit aucun geste lorsque le pirate passa derrière elle pour lui attacher ses deux poignets ensemble. Elle savait que sa seule chance de survie était de rester calme et de ne pas se rebeller. Elle tressaillit mais se laissa faire lorsque la main de l’homme vint se poser sur une de ses fesses, la palpant en toute impunité.

– Et tu es à poil depuis que tu t’es posée?

– Heu… oui. Avec la chaleur je ne supportais plus mes vêtements.

L’homme rigola en se disant qu’ils avaient de la chance de posséder des tenues ayant une fonction rafraîchissante.

– Je crois que le capitaine va être content de notre trouvaille.

– Il va se la garder juste pour lui, lui répondit l’autre. Elle est canon et je me la ferais bien avant.

Celui qui avait mis les liens à Miranda hésita. Il avait peur de son chef et ne voulait pas qu’ils se mettent en rogne s’il apprenait qu’ils avaient baisé leur captive. Et pourtant le corps nu de la jeune femme l’excitait énormément et la proposition de son copain était tentante.

– Ok… on l’emmène à l’arrière de la navette.

Lorsque l’homme la poussa en direction de l’engin, Miranda ne résista pas. Elle savait que sa vie était en jeu mais il y avait aussi autre chose qu’elle n’arrivait pas à s’expliquer. Lorsque le pirate avait parlé de l’emmener pour la baiser, elle n’avait pas été choquée comme si la drogue était toujours présente en elle.

Elle avait découvert le sexe récemment depuis que son corps avait été libéré du traitement qui avait muselé sa libido durant des années. Maintenant, elle n’avait plus peur de ce qu’il pouvait lui faire comme si un verrou avait sauté.

Elle ne réagit pas lorsqu’elle fut poussée dans le dos un peu plus fortement au moment où elle passait la porte de la navette. Ses bras attachés dans le dos ne lui permirent pas de garder l’équilibre et elle tomba lourdement sur le sol de l’engin.

Elle ne se fit pas trop mal mais en entendant les hommes rigoler elle comprit vraiment dans quelle galère elle se trouvait. La prenant par un bras, elle fut relevée sans aucune précaution et emmenée vers le fond de l’engin où se trouvait une couchette sûrement prévue pour les voyages un peu plus longs. Elle ne résista pas lorsqu’elle fut allongée sur le ventre et maintenue fermement.

– Je vais enlever tes liens, à la moindre tentative de fuite, je te tue, est-ce bien clair?

– Oui.

La jeune femme avait peur tout en étant excitée. De se vip gaziantep escort retrouver à la merci de ces deux hommes lui procurait une sensation étrange, presque jouissive même si elle ne voulait pas mourir.

Lorsqu’ils lui libérèrent ses poignets, elle ne fit aucun mouvement pour bien leur montrer sa docilité et elle se laissa positionner sur le dos sans se rebeller. Tout son corps tremblait et elle en ignorait la raison véritable, ne se reconnaissant plus. Elle savait qu’elle était tombée entre les mains des pires bandits de toute la galaxie et elle s’étonnait de ne pas être plus paniquée que ça.

Lorsque les deux hommes se déshabillèrent, elle constata qu’ils ne prenaient aucun traitement en apercevant les membres bien raides qui ne demandaient qu’à la pénétrer. Pour le plus grand étonnement de celui qui lui avait enlevé ses liens, elle écarta les cuisses comme pour l’inviter à venir se servir.

Si elle voulait rester en vie, elle devait être obéissante même si là elle dépassait le stade de la résignation.

– Il paraît que toutes les femmes sur les vaisseaux terriens sont vierges, on va voir ça tout de suite.

Miranda, pour ne pas trahir la présence de ses amis, répondit.

– Pas sur mon vaisseau où on ne prenait aucun traitement contre la libido. Mon capitaine ne voulait pas de drogues à bord.

Les deux pirates furent surpris, pensant qu’ils étaient des exceptions. La jeune femme, en voyant l’incrédulité sur leurs regards poursuivit.

– J’étais là pour les satisfaire.

– Aucune Terrienne n’accepterait ça.

Miranda comprit qu’elle devait faire très attention à ce qu’elle leur disait.

– C’est que je ne suis pas une Terrienne, je viens de Mira 4

Elle avait cité la seule colonie lointaine qu’elle connaissait vu qu’il s’agissait de la destination du Crotal avant qu’il ne soit percuté par la météorite

– J’en ai entendu parler, c’est le trou du cul de l’univers.

– Oui, et comme je ne voulais pas passer le restant de ma vie là-bas j’ai accepté la proposition du capitaine pour pouvoir voyager et quitter la colonie.

– Et en contrepartie tu faisais la pute c’est ça?

– Oui

– Putain, on est tombé sur un phénomène et je comprends mieux pourquoi elle est si accueillante, dit l’un des hommes en rigolant.

Elle ne bougea pas le moindre muscle lorsque l’homme vint s’allonger sur elle. Elle venait de leur faire croire qu’à bord du Crotal elle donnait du plaisir à tout l’équipage et si elle ne continuait pas dans cette lignée, elle risquait très gros.

Miranda, malgré son stress, ne put s’empêcher de pousser un petit cri de plaisir lorsque le membre s’enfonça en elle. Depuis qu’elle avait goûté à la mangue bleue et qu’elle avait été se baigner dans le petit étang comportant les mêmes enzymes, son corps était devenu très réceptif et malgré l’horreur de la situation, elle adora sentir le sexe pénétrer son intimité.

Le pirate ne devait pas violer des femmes si souvent que cela et apprécia énormément ce corps magnifique. Il se mit à la prendre lentement, la faisant gémir à chaque coup de rein. Il n’eut plus aucun doute la concernant, persuadé avoir affaire à une prostituée d’une colonie lointaine.

Son copain trouvait le temps long, voulant lui aussi baiser cette pute. Il comprenait mieux pourquoi le capitaine du Crotal l’avait embarqué à son bord et pourquoi il interdisait le traitement de la libido. Quand on a la chance d’avoir une aussi jolie salope dans son équipage, on en profite au maximum.

– Dépêches-toi de la baiser, j’attends.

L’homme qui besognait la jeune femme ne répondit pas, trop bien installé dans la chatte frémissante de leur belle prisonnière. Il n’avait pas l’intention d’aller plus vite, voulant prolonger ce moment le plus longtemps possible.

Lorsqu’elle serait entre les mains du capitaine Nolan, il y avait peu de chances qu’ils en profitent souvent car même s’il la donnait en pâture à l’équipage, ils étaient bien trop nombreux pour qu’il puisse de nouveau l’avoir juste pour eux.

Miranda finit par décrocher, prenant elle aussi un plaisir incroyable. De sa baignade dans l’étang vert, il devait rester quelques résidus dans son organisme pour qu’elle appréciât autant ce moment. Dans son état normal, elle aurait dû être écœurée voire même traumatisée alors que là elle aimait ça.

Lorsque le pirate explosa de plaisir, crachant dans son ventre sa semence, elle ne s’en rendit pas vraiment compte. Juste avant que les flots de spermes inondent l’intérieur de sa vulve, elle avait été emportée par un orgasme violent.

Elle ne réalisa le changement de partenaire que lorsque ce dernier la pénétra d’un coup violent. Le deuxième homme avait attendu tellement longtemps et était tellement impatient qu’il la prit de façon presque bestiale.

Il donna des grands coups de reins pour se soulager rapidement, aimant trop les textures des chairs qu’elle offrait à sa queue. L’homme ne fut absolument pas gêné par le sperme déjà présent dans la chatte, gaziantep vip escort bayan ne voulant que se vider les couilles.

Ce fut beaucoup plus rapide que son prédécesseur mais tout aussi intense. La jeune femme eut un nouvel orgasme et poussa des cris de jouissance pour le plus grand plaisir des deux hommes.

Lorsqu’ils eurent pris tous les deux leurs pieds, le premier parut hésiter.

– On devrait se débarrasser de cette pute je ne sais pas comment va réagir Nolan s’il apprend qu’on la baisait

– Tu veux la tuer?

– Oui, on jette ensuite son corps dans le désert et demain il aura complètement disparu.

Miranda paniqua en entendant les mots de l’homme. En se faisant passer pour une prostituée, elle pensait que cela était une bonne idée mais elle s’était trompée.

– Vous ne pouvez pas me faire ça, je vous promets que je ne dirais rien.

– Comment pourrait-on te faire confiance.

Miranda réfléchit quelques secondes avant de dire.

– Pour moi, c’est la seule façon de quitter cette planète. Si je ne dis rien, votre capitaine me prendra peut-être dans son équipage. Et je vous promets que je ferais tout pour que vous puissiez profiter de mon corps le plus souvent possible.

Les deux hommes se regardèrent et celui qui l’avait pris en dernier finit par conclure

– Elle a tout à gagner à fermer sa gueule et je pense qu’on peut lui faire confiance.

– C’est que…

– Et on pourra peut-être encore en profiter dans le vaisseau. Bousiller un corps pareil et le jeter en pâture aux bêtes du désert, je trouve que c’est du gâchis.

Son copain finit par être lui aussi convaincu et ils décidèrent de l’emmener au vaisseau pour le plus grand soulagement de la jeune femme. Elle savait que sa vie était toujours en danger mais, qu’au moins, elle ne finirait pas bouffée par des créatures du sable et cela la rassurait.

Elle se laissa faire lorsqu’ils la relevèrent de la couchette pour lui remettre les liens magnétiques, lui attachant ses poignets dans le dos.

Ils la firent asseoir sur le troisième siège du poste de pilotage et décollèrent rapidement. Miranda eut un pincement au cœur lorsque, après avoir survolé sa capsule de survie, ils la firent exploser en envoyant un missile.

– Il ne faudrait pas que ta balise de détresse avertisse d’autres vaisseaux.

Ils tournèrent un peu autour, la regardant brûler avant de prendre la direction du nord. Miranda savait qu’elle risquait ne plus revoir ses amis mais elle préférait se sacrifier plutôt que de leur faire courir le moindre risque.

La navette, durant son trajet, garda la forêt en visuel et il fallut vingt minutes de vol pour arriver à destination. En restant en atmosphère, l’engin était limité en vitesse mais pour la jeune femme, le temps passa bien trop vite car elle savait ce qui l’attendait là-bas.

Le capitaine Nolan était sûrement le pirate le plus connu de toute la galaxie et son vaisseau, le Mélorus, était redouté par tous les navigants. Miranda savait qu’en tombant sur deux membres de son équipage, elle avait eu une malchance incroyable mais essayait de ne pas y penser.

Lorsque au loin le vaisseau apparut, la jeune femme eut du mal à réaliser ce qu’elle voyait. Il était au moins trois fois plus grand que le Crotal et sa forme profilée laissait deviner une puissance et une rapidité hors du commun.

Contrairement à tous les vaisseaux de cette taille qui restaient toujours dans l’espace, il était posé sur le sable, pas trop loin de la forêt. Lorsque la navette fut plus proche, la jeune femme put se rendre compte de l’activité intensive qui régnait autour du Mélorus.

Des véhicules sur coussin d’air faisaient des allers et retours entre les bois et les soutes du vaisseau tandis que des hommes s’activaient sur le sable.

C’est alors qu’elle remarqua la couleur bleue qui se dégageait des caisses et elle comprit alors qu’ils chargeaient des mangues dans le vaisseau.

En voyant le regard de la jeune femme, un des pirates lui dit.

– La plus belle trouvaille du capitaine. Une fois travaillée, c’est une drogue que tout le monde nous arrache et on a plus besoin d’attaquer des transports.

– Moi j’aime quand on se fait une petite attaque dans l’espace car au moins il y a toujours quelques femmes à violer dans les équipages capturés. Avec ces fruits les gars ont les couilles pleines et je peux te dire que tu vas être la bienvenue et que tu vas faire des tas d’heureux.

Miranda préféra ne pas répondre, réalisant seulement maintenant qu’elle était encore plus dans la merde que ce qu’elle s’était imaginée. La navette ne se posa pas trop loin du gros vaisseau et lorsque les deux hommes ouvrir le sas pour la faire sortir en premier, elle ne passa pas inaperçue. Les pirates qui étaient à proximité cessèrent de travailler pour regarder, étonnés, cette jolie femme nue qui précédait leurs copains.

Les mains entravées dans le dos faisaient ressortir son adorable poitrine et en voyant tous les pirates gaziantep vip escort à proximité de leur navette la regarder avec envie, elle sentit une certaine excitation l’envahir.

– Ou vous l’avez trouvée demanda un homme qui portait une caisse remplie de mangues.

– Son vaisseau a explosé et sa capsule s’est posée sur cette planète

– Et qu’est-ce qu’elle fout à poil.

– C’est une prostituée venant de Mira 4. Le capitaine est où?

– Il est dans la soute 4 du vaisseau en train de contrôler le chargement. Vous n’avez qu’à me laisser la pute pendant que vous le chercher.

D’autres pirates se trouvant à proximité avaient abandonné leurs taches pour se rapprocher. Les deux hommes qui avaient emmené la jeune femme étaient plutôt fiers d’eux et ce fut sous les regards envieux et certains commentaires scabreux concernant Miranda qu’ils se dirigèrent vers la soute ouverte dont la porte basculante servait également de rampe d’accès.

Le capitaine Nolan était en pleine discussion avec un de ses hommes, demandant combien de caisse de mangues il pouvait encore caser. Le chef des pirates devait avoir une cinquantaine d’années et une force tranquille se dégageait de lui. Une cicatrice lui zébrait la joue droite et son regard vert clair donnait froid dans le dos.

– Je vous ai envoyé pour découvrir d’où venait ce signal de détresse et vous me ramenez une femme à poil!

– C’est sa capsule qui envoyait l’appel et elle était seule. C’est une pute d’une colonie éloignée qui était à bord d’un vaisseau qui a explosé.

Nolan la regarda attentivement avant de dire.

– Une pute? Pour des mecs qui ne bandent plus depuis des années

– Non, à bord de son vaisseau, leur capitaine avait refusé le traitement contre la libido et elle avait été spécialement enrôlée pour les satisfaire.

Le chef des pirates s’était avancé pour se retrouver juste en face de la jeune femme. Lorsqu’il lui saisit un sein, elle essaya de ne pas bouger comme si cela était normal. Elle savait que sa vie allait se jouer dans les minutes à venir et essaya de ne pas montrer sa peur.

Le fait qu’elle soit également excitée par ce qui se passait n’était pas normal et lorsque l’homme se mit à lui masser son globe de chair, elle le regarda droit dans les yeux.

– Donne moi une seule raison qui ferait que je ne te tue pas, demanda-t-il

– Je suis une pute et ton équipage n’a pas de femmes pour se soulager.

Nolan parut surpris par sa réponse qui était soit courageuse soit inconsciente.

– J’ai 75 hommes d’équipage et tu te proposes d’être leur défouloir.

Miranda savait que sa réponse allait être capitale et tout en continuant à regarder l’homme qui n’avait toujours pas lâché son sein, elle lui répondit.

– C’est ce que je fais de mieux.

Le pirate fixa la jeune femme avant de lui dire d’une voix sèche.

– Généralement, lorsqu’un prisonnier me regarde droit dans les yeux, je le fais immédiatement exécuter, mais toi, je vais peut-être attendre un peu.

Miranda baissa immédiatement son regard pour ne pas avoir l’air de le provoquer. L’homme était trop dangereux pour s’amuser à l’énerver.

– Je vais voir si tu mérites de te faire baiser par mes hommes. Suces-moi.

– Hein, maintenant?

Miranda n’eut pas le temps de comprendre ce qui lui arrivait tant la gifle fut rapide. Malgré la douleur elle essaya de ne pas pleurer, comprenant qu’avec leur chef, il valait mieux qu’elle obéisse sans poser de questions.

S’agenouillant devant l’homme, elle lui ouvrit son pantalon pour en sortir un membre dont l’odeur forte ne donnait pas envie. En se rendant compte qu’il bandait déjà, elle fut fière en se rendant compte qu’elle lui faisait de l’effet et même s’il avait un sexe moins gros que celui de Maousse, il était tout de même bien fourni.

Elle n’avait jusqu’à ce jour effectué qu’une seule fellation et c’était avec ami, mais là, il fallait qu’elle se surpasse si elle voulait rester en vie.

Les hommes présents avaient fait un arc de cercle autour de leur chef pour regarder comment se débrouillait leur prisonnière. La jeune femme ne réfléchit pas et malgré la propreté douteuse du sexe du capitaine, elle le prit dans sa bouche en essayant d’en oublier l’odeur.

Ne sachant trop comment s’y prendre, elle commença des va-et-vient très lents en le pressant entre sa langue et son palais, ce qui eut l’air de plaire à l’homme. Pourtant, ce dernier finit par lui saisir la tête pour lui donner un rythme plus soutenu.

Miranda, ne voulant pas déplaire, ne résista pas et conserva la vitesse que le pirate lui imposait.

Elle crut s’étouffer lorsqu’il voulut lui faire une gorge profonde mais heureusement pour elle, il n’insista pas, trouvant du plaisir malgré tout.

Lorsqu’il éjacula dans sa bouche, elle faillit tousser lorsque les jets giclèrent sur sa luette mais après un gros effort elle put se contrôler. Elle déglutit pour avaler le sperme abondant puis comprima le gland pour en extraire jusqu’à la dernière goutte.

Ce n’était pas très bon mais elle devait tout faire pour montrer qu’elle aimait ça et ne pas s’attirer les foudres de l’homme.

Ce fut lui qui la repoussa pour libérer son sexe et, s’adressant aux deux hommes qui avaient capturé la fille, il leur ordonna.

– Emmenez-la dans la cabine du vieux Ducky, cette pute me fait trop bander et surtout ne la quittez pas des yeux, je finis ici et j’arrive.

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It was clear from all the broken glass that this was a secret drinking spot (and who knows what else) for local youths or vagabonds or both.I was about to give up and accept that I’d been hoaxed with the false promise of intercourse. I even turned around to begin making my way back to my car when the sound of something falling over came from deeper inside the house. I swung the light from my phone around, but everything was once again silent.“Steph?” I called out again. Nearly every particle of my being was telling me to go, but as long as there was a hint of a possibility to get laid, I knew I would stay.I ventured further through the decaying rooms, until I reached what was once a kitchen in the back of the house. The low humming sound that I’d first taken to be the wind was more noticeable Konulu Porno there. As I listened, I started to pick out a pattern, almost like several voices chanting. I couldn’t actually hear the words, though, and wasn’t entirely sure if it wasn’t just my senses playing tricks on me.I looked out the back window, and finally saw her, the girl from the restaurant yesterday. Steph was dressed in a black hooded cloak and nothing else. Her naked body looked pale blue in the light of my phone as if she were dead. Despite her ghostly appearance, I couldn’t help but gaze hungrily at her bare breasts and let my eyes drift downwards to the small groomed tuft of black hair between her thighs. I sucked in my breath sharply in appreciation, allowing my excitement to overtake my good sense.“There you are,” I said.“Here I am,” Steph agreed.“What are we doing here?” I asked. In all my fantasies of losing my virginity, I’d never imagined it taking place in a creepy abandoned house.“Shh…” Steph said. “Come on, I need you…” And then after a beat, “We need you.”“We?” I repeated with a cocked eyebrow.“I invited a few friends.”“Friends?” I asked, confused and unable to do much more than parrot the words of the naked woman standing in front of me.“Come on, you’ll see,” she assured me.Steph turned and walked towards the trees. I followed her, watching her cloak swish against the back of her ankles, a little frustrated that it hid the rest of her from my eyes. After we’d gone a few paces into the woods, she came to a stop and turned, looking at me with a slight smile on her lips.“We’re here,” she announced.“Here?” I asked.She nodded Porno İndir and looked down. The light from my phone followed her gaze to the ground, uncovering a set of old steel doors. There were crude pentagrams scratched into the metal. Steph bent and pulled one of the doors open with a loud squeal and clang. Beneath it was a set of descending stairs. There was a faint glow like the one I’d glimpsed before somewhere below. The chanting I’d heard earlier was clearer now, but the words weren’t in a language I understood.“This way,” Steph invited, leading me underground.There were more pentagrams and other symbols scrawled on the walls. We descended into a long chamber lit by torches, with a large circular wooden table carved with a pentagram in the center. There were five more women at each point of the star, chanting over it. On the back wall was a large digital clock with bright red numbers that read 11:47.The girls were dressed identically to Steph. I stopped to admire their figures: A tall blonde, a curvy redhead, a Black girl wearing glasses, a skinny Asian girl, and a short, mousy-looking brunette; All naked, all beautiful.  They paused their chanting as we entered the chamber and looked me over. I noticed their eyes going to my crotch and realized that I had more than the beginning of an erection developing there. Self-consciously, I moved my hands to cover my shame. This was met with titters from the girls.“Good work, Steph,” The blonde commented.“But are you sure he’s a virgin?” asked the brunette.“Come on, look at him,” Steph replied. I took some offense, but knew anything I said in my defense would only further incriminate me.“We should be sure,” the redhead warned. “I mean, if he’s not, the sacrifice won’t work.”“Sacrifice?” I repeated.“Relax,” Steph assured me. “It’s fine.”“What the fuck is going on here?” A sense of panic was crawling up my spine.“Not too smart, is he?” the Black girl commented.

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