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Pyrmont, 26 July—Dear Milena, Today you have the morning to yourself.The rest of the day is mine.Be prepared. x D.—I wake up early and still glow from the heavy scrubbing. The traces of Indian ink were harder to remove than I thought, and I ended up all rosy red. After that, I collapsed in bed, dead tired.You left a note and a small pendulum next to the served breakfast. I have all the time in the world to make my toilet, update my diary and write your detention assignment. You are right, unfortunately. The cadence of words with their explicit meaning evokes heated fantasies.It is warm and sultry today, which only adds to my need. When I’m daft enough to read back yesterday’s account, my own words add too much fuel to the bonfire of lust raging inside me. I succumb and try to satisfy myself without your permission, but can’t. Whenever I threaten to reach an orgasm, guilt at my weakness deflates the urge for satisfaction.As a diversion, I decide on writing letters to family, friends and acquaintances. It is hard to put myself in the shoes of the Milena busy dealing with her inheritance. I prefer to be used as a slave. With it, doubt returns. I enjoy your antics; you are the teacher I long for. But who am I? Why am I so affected by what you do to me?I lose myself in thoughts longer than I realise and, according to the clock, your arrival is imminent. Just enough time for my internal preparations. When I hear you dragging something heavy to my cell in the corridor, my heart is pounding in my throat with anticipation. I want this, whoever I am. She sits on one of the two wooden stools at the workbench, naked, like yesterday. I wear nothing more than loose trousers and a shirt. Despite the overcast sky, the weather is warm and oppressive and it’s no different in the atelier.Although her perfume permeates the room, the fresh scent does not dispel the heavy notes of sex. Her hair is loose and her skin has a pink hue, no doubt caused by yesterday’s bath.When I enter, she turns to me with a troubled face. I nod in greeting, hauling a thick heavy mat into the room and placing it in the middle between the workbench, the bed and the armchair.“So,” I say, a little out of breath, “What are you worried about? Didn’t you follow the rules?”She shifts on her stool, but doesn’t avert her eyes. “I did. I also wrote your lines of punishment, but it was… harder than I thought. I also wrote some letters, by the way.”“I’ll have them delivered,” I say, and pour myself a glass of ücreti elden alan escort water. Her attitude emanates frustration, not guilt. An itch not scratched. “Would you like some, too?”She shakes her head. “I’ve just had some.”“I can also forbid you to touch yourself, if you like,” I say and comb through her loose hair with my hand, “or make you wear a chastity belt in my absence.”She laughs derisively. “No thanks, I’d rather not.”How dare I think her lack of willpower requires such measures. I empty my glass and sit down on the stool next to her, take her right hand in mine, and look her squarely in the eye.“Everything all right?” I ask. She hesitates and studies our hands in her lap, then nods without saying a word. I’m not convinced yet, so I lift her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You sure?”“Sure,” she says decidedly, and nods at the mat. “What’s that for?” A question sparked by curiosity, not fear.I let her hand go and tap her knee. “For this. Offer yourself.”Her hesitation gives way to the lust of days past. She stands up and gracefully does what I ask. Her breasts caress the mat as she lays her head down sideways and looks at me with shrouded eyes.“Well, well,” I say with a sigh that has nothing to do with fatigue, “my slave seems to appreciate her gift. But what will I be if I give her more than she can handle?”“A bastard,” she says, loud and clear. I stand up and walk towards her with the oiled plug. This time, she accepts it without flinching. You blindfold me and training starts again. Stand, Kneel, Rug, Floor, Chair, Wheel, Bow, Offer, Down, Table, Serve. And again, from the beginning. I only hear your voice, you don’t touch me. It is strenuous, especially when you force me to hold certain positions, but also nice to exercise my body like this. It excites me, but in a different way than sex.When I make mistakes, you correct me using words only. It makes me feel small, but safe and protected as well. Now and then, you allow me some respite and offer me water. I am doing better each time and move ever more smoothly from one stance to the next.The poses have a logical order which enforces the right attitude, and you don’t need to correct me as often. Your voice changes, becomes lower and huskier. My body, twisting and turning on your behalf, arouses you. This awareness distracts me, but not enough to make serious mistakes.The exercise ends in ‘Stand and Present’, with ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort me still in the dark and on display: legs spread apart, hands folded in my neck, chest out and buttocks pushed back. You caress my body. Or no, you’re inspecting it. With every touch, a shiver goes through me. Am I really clean? Is all the ink gone? But my desire also grows. I do my very best to hold the pose without moving or moaning.Still, you must hear how my breathing quickens when your lips and tongue work my nipples until they are erect; see, how I tilt my pelvis forward when your hand brushes my labia; guess, what goes on in my mind when you push your fingers deep inside to test how wet I am, and if I wear my protection. In my head, I cry out, “Use me, put your cock in my mouth, let me suck you off, fuck me, wherever you want, please!” But you haven’t asked me anything, so I keep quiet.When your hand leaves me, I cannot suppress a moaning sigh. You strip me of my blindfold and continue to look at me as you remove your shirt and then your trousers. Now I’m no longer wearing a blindfold, I try to concentrate on the wall in front of me, where I can still see remnants of the word ‘bastard’, but I cannot resist glancing at your crotch. The glimpse I catch of your hard cock almost makes me drool. “Hungry, slave girl?” I ask when she swallows and concentrates on the wall again. Gleaming with sweat, she stands before me on tiptoes, her eyes glassy with exertion and excitement. As misty as mine, no doubt. Her sensual movements have not failed to affect me.“And thirsty,” she says.I pour a glass of water and stand in front of her, keeping my composure. Time for the next phase in our role play. How great an obstacle will her pride be?“Slave girls have masters, and you’re raised to speak with two words.”Confused, she looks at me.“Hungry and thirsty, Master,” I say, and let her drink from the glass. “Clear?”“Yes, Master.”I nod, satisfied. “Well said, slave girl. Just like your execution of the positions. Already much better than last time. You attended ballet, from the looks of it. Have you practiced any other fine arts besides dancing and painting?”“Singing and playing the piano, Master.”I put the empty glass on the table and cannot suppress my grin. “I don’t have an immediate application for piano playing. Singing, on the other hand, combines very well with satisfying your hunger.” ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort bayan I point to the floor right in front of me. “Kneel and Present, with your mouth open and your tongue sticking out.”She kneels on the mat and folds her hands in her neck. With her open mouth near my stiff cock, lust courses through me. I hope this bit of improvisation doesn’t upset my other plans too much.“Talking will be a little more difficult, so when you make any sound, I’ll assume you’ve called me a bastard.” You order me to Kneel and Present myself, and I don’t need to be told twice. I am led by your voice, your request and, of course, my desire to have your shaft in my mouth again. I’m not too proud to call you Master. You’re entitled to that moniker, even if it’s just a game.You grab my wrists with both hands and demand I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. With your hard cock right in front of me, I want nothing more, and slowly but surely, you shove it into my mouth.You have a firm grip on my wrists. I can do nothing to stop you. Not even when you hit the resistance of my throat. You hold still for a moment. Then I understand the reference to singing lessons and try to relax my throat as I was taught. When I look up at you again, you slowly push further until your balls touch my chin. Through a mist of tears, I see you revelling in my throat gagging around your cock. I can’t keep this up. I heave and moan anxiously, afraid to vomit. It’s with this sound that you retreat. Just in time.You wait until I blink my tears away. I nod, everything is all right. I take a deep breath before you slowly push your cock deep into my throat. Again and again, you repeat this ritual. And still, I yearn for your shaft every time you pull out.I’m blinded by tears, but it’s not frightening anymore, because I know you’ll let me go if I can’t handle it. You increase the pace, fucking my mouth. My body objects, but my head almost explodes with the urge to please you, to obey you, and to keep your delicious thick cock deep in my throat. Watching your pleasure through the tears in my eyes, I want to persist for you. I’m happy, serving you like this, relishing your hands holding me captive. Then you release me and I’m allowed to go ‘Down’.For a moment, I don’t know what’s happening. I stare through my tears at the mat and don’t hear or feel anything. I keep my pose, on my knees, arms stretched before me, because that is how you want me: a needy slut on offer. Showing you how available I am is humiliating and wonderful at the same time. Patiently (but secretly very impatiently), I wait and catch my breath.Then your hands caress my buttocks, you kneel behind me and you use me, fucking me the way I love to be fucked, head down, ass up, your hard cock deeper and deeper inside me. Your hand grabs my hair, pushes my head against the mat, and it drives me even further into ecstasy. Servile and helpless, lunged by your cock,

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As I wake, or at least my eyes and brain began to focus on the same things, I can see from the blurry image that I am inside. It is a small hut or shack, I can only see the room I’m in and from the floor at that. I can not move my body, shifting my eyes is all I can manage. Having no idea where I am, my mind starts to try to put together the events that I can still remember. The last that I can bring up is the patrol, we were on the way back from a small intelligence sweep of the sectors northeast of the firebase, looking for enemy movement in and around these areas. I was bringing up the rear and watching my patrols back as we moved through the jungle. I remember stopping to survey the area we had just moved through, making sure there was no trouble slipping up from behind. As I turned back forward, I saw the small black figure step from the bush, step in front of me, then the feeling of a sharp stinging and the sudden rush of warmth that flooded down the front of me. The world around me went black . . . That’s it, then here, not sure where here is or how I got here but the heart is still beating, all I can really ask right now isn’t it? I look around the area and it is very modest, very sparse actually. I can hear someone in the other room outside my vision, they seem to be scurrying around in that room. Other than that and the normal sounds of the jungle, there was nothing else to hear. I can see an AK-47 propped up in the corner. Seeing the weapon brings back the memory of the stinging feeling and I looked down. A large, wet, red patch of some rokettube material is across my stomach and the bedding under me seems very wet with the same. Looking around the place as I lay there, I see nothing but blurry images. Even so, my hearing seems rather clear. I can hear the sounds of a few animals, mostly chickens I assume, also, now and then I hear the traces of someone at work. The slight efforts I make to look at my surroundings tires me more than I can even imagine. Most of my time is spent dropping in and out of whateve r consciousness t his is. I hear someone enter through the back of the house, then the sound of something dropping on the floor on the other side of the wall next to me. A small body walks past the opening of the room. First in and then back out of my sight. I do not think they know I am awake, they don’t seem to be paying much attention to me. As they move around just out of my sight I catch glimpses of the person and it appears to be a young female. She is cleaning a little and I can only assume she is making something to eat. Judging from her size relative to items in the house, she is very tiny. I don’t know if she is just very young or very petite. When she hits a lull in her activities I can see she has noticed I am awake, but she does seem relieved that I am not moving. She turns and picks up a pot and holds it toward me as if offering me some. All I am able to do is blink, so I blinked twice and glanced to a spot beside the make shift bed that I am on. She comes over and sits beside me, she looks asyalı porno very young, somewhere around 17. Offering me water first and holding the cup to my lips, small sips quench my thirst and then she offers a small piece of bread crust and some gravy. It tastes just like it was expected to, but it is food, at least I hope. After only a few small bites and even smaller sips of water I can feel myself starting to drift off. “Tiger Joe needs to get strong,” she keeps repeating. It took me a little while but I remembered that I was wearing tiger-striped camo and well, we were all Joes. This is the routine for the next several times I regain consciousness . The only difference has been when she changed my bandages on my stomach. I am still not able to sit up or even raise my head to look down, I believe that is probably a good thing. She talks to me in a very broken, one word at a time type english, but we seem to be getting the gyst of understanding each other. She will not talk about my injuries or if she knows what actually happened. She also doesn’t seem to know anything about the other Joes in the area. I mentioned her family and asked where they were and all she said was, “family gone”, then went to sit across the room from me and wouldn’t look at me anymore. She stayed away until after if was dark and when I could no longer hold on she came over close and wiped my brow with a nice cool towel, checked my bandages and as she did I fell asleep again. I wake in the wee early hours and the sun is just starting azeri porno to slowly break the horizon. In a moment I see her as she stands from beside me, it is then that I realize that she had been sleeping on the floor beside me. I do not let her see that I am awake and she moves to sit against the wall down by my feet. I have no idea what she is doing and pretend to be asleep just a little longer. She sits and looks at me, like she is watching me sleep. She sits in a dark spot and the light from the window lays across my makeshift pallet. Shifting her hips as she gets into a comfortable spot, the front of her long dress falls open as she moves. Her nipples small and pointed as her fingers started to tease and play with them. She lays her head back and takes a deep breath. She trails her fingertips across the dark skin of her belly as she moves them between her thighs. Shifting again slowly, her legs part and she begins to slowly rub and tease the lips that were starting to swell and get so very wet. Fingers slide in and out as her hand begins to bring her close to her release. I strain and try not to move, but the site is driving me up a wall. I see as she brings herself to the edge and over, looking at me as she gets there. Sweat dripping from her nose and nipples as she cums over and over. Now, I know I am in no shape for anything but DAMN, that is hot. I watch as she sits and catches her breath, panting and laying her head back. I felt as though I was gonna explode, but nothing. As quickly as it started, it was over but the memory is one I will have forever. Each day was a collection of the moments from the one before. I was still not able to move on my own, which meant a large amount of contact between us. She spent as much time nursing me back as she did with maintaining her own life.

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Thanks Jerry jlo for editing yet again. I always enjoy your additions. Just a fun two man one woman threesome story.

I have been flirting with Kevin for a few months now. I have a burning desire to get a look at the cock that makes such a gorgeous bulge in his tight jeans. I’d love to get that thing into my mouth and see if I can get a few good reactions from him.

I like to get a man off. I love it when they are satisfied and shoot a big warm load down my throat, or wherever they wish to put it. There is just one problem; I can’t get him to allow me to give it a go.

We’re both married for one thing; the other thing is that he isn’t attracted to me. The only time he flirts with me is when he has been drinking. He doesn’t understand that I don’t want love, I don’t want an affair, I just want sex. I want to suck him off. Oh well, I have been fantasizing about mouth massaging that rod for months now.

Kevin has a friend named Tim. Now Tim is single and therefore may have less qualms about letting a strange women suck his dick. I told Kevin I’d like to meet this friend of his and that is where this story starts, in a bar having a few friendly drinks and a few laughs.

I went all out getting cleaned up before I met the guys for drinks; you never know where things might lead. I got totally shaved nice and smooth all over. I like a smooth shaved pussy or one with just a tiny bit of soft hair but for this occasion I went with bald. I cleaned every orifice inside and out, rubbed down with lots of lavender baby oil and then I dressed in something to show off the girls.

I had bought a nice set of black lacy underwear. I had my nails done with blood red tips. My hair was curled and I was ready for any action that might present itself.

I met the two guys downtown and we settled into a booth and ordered a few drinks to break the ice. Tim was cute; he had a muff ticker mustache and a cute sideways smile. We listened to the jukebox some; it was playing a nice mix of country and older rock. We sat and did the small talk thing about work and other bull for about two drinks.

I already knew Kevin had a sense of humor from work but I found I really liked Tim after he let loose some. He was witty and I was really enjoying the companionship of these two men. I am not the subtlest woman in the world and after that third drink I was giddy and began making sexual advances to Tim. I slid over next to him and started to rub his back and arms.

I love a man’s arms they are one of my favorite parts of a man. I like to feel the hard muscles in the upper arms, nice and firm not soft in any way. Just to lay my hands on a nice male deltoid is exciting. Tim didn’t seem to mind the backrub at all. We were all laughing and watching the other people in the bar. I was having a ball.

Tim bought me another gin & tonic and it was a strong one too. I think it was my fourth and I was laughing at just about anything already. I started nuzzling up to Tim.

Kevin was laughing from the other side of the booth. He jokingly said “Tim I think she is just about ready.”

I said, “ready for what? Are you going to take advantage of a drunk woman?” I giggled and without waiting for an answer I said, “you can’t rape the willing.”

We all laughed at that but I was dead serious. I was starting to get horny. I reached over and started to rub Tim’s cock a little through his jeans. It didn’t take long for it to stiffen up and fill out those button fly 501’s. I closed my eyes and steadily rubbed that swollen member thinking how good it would feel when I got to touch it skin to skin.

Tim said, “Whoa girl! You move fast.”

“Life is short,” I quipped back. Then I leaned in and nibbled his neck a little. Working some on his tender ear lobe. I had another drink and I was starting to get a little light headed. I continued to rub all over my new friend. Kevin was watching and laughing at us. I asked him if he was going to watch all night.

“Sure, is there going to be a floor show?” My crotch felt like a furnace on high heat and I really wanted some action. I tried to pry a few fingers into Tim’s waistband but his pants and belt were just to tight and defied my advances. Tim said, “Lets get her out of here.”

The next thing I knew I was being escorted to a car and helped into the back seat. Tim slid in beside me and Kevin drove. I was in a blissful drunkenness. In that half state, drunk but not to gone to know what I am doing. Tim reached over and fondled one of my breasts and I reacted in turn with a coo of pleasure. I started dripping into those new panties in anticipation.

We akkent escort started to kiss some and I liked it very much. To feel the heat from this man’s mouth in mine was intoxicating in itself, the tips of our tongues meeting each other for the first time. Our lips pressed against each other, our mouths opened in unison and our tongues started to explore each other. He reached down and felt me right between my legs.

He exclaimed, “Holy shit this bitch is hot”

I got a hold of his fingers and started to suck them gently. I took his fingertips across my wanton and waiting tongue. I licked up and down each digit and paused in the soft spots at the base of each finger, the area that represents the soft groin. I let him know fully what I had planned for him without saying a word.

He dug into the top of my shirt and moved the cup of my bra aside and pinched my nipple between his two fingers and intermittently cupped the breast in his hand giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. My nipples were tender and hard from the excitement. We were making out like horny teenagers and I was loving every second of it. I was kissing every bit of flesh my mouth could find.

The car stopped at a liquor store and Kevin jumped out went inside. Tim reached down into my pants and his finger just barley touched my slit and found it slick and wet with my excitement. He wasn’t able to get me into a position to get more without undressing me. Just when I was boiling and ready to slip off my pants and let him have his way with me the car door opened and Kevin got back in carrying a brown paper sack.

He handed back a couple of long necks. I am not into beer but I was in a good mood and I didn’t want to lose it. Our cuddle session cooled off some while we drove and drank our beer. I had developed a mad desire to suck Tim’s hard cock till he screamed in pleasure.

The car stopped again at a motel and we disembarked and entered a room the guys had already rented. They knew there would be drinking and did not want to try and drive home drunk. Plus they may have anticipated having some fun tonight. Kevin knows I am a slut.

I staggered into the door and sat my half-empty bottle of beer on the dresser. Now I was drunk and in the motel room with two men and I hoped I’d get some action. I sat on edge of the bed. Kevin turned on the TV and found the music channel. He put on some country station but I didn’t care. I prefer rock but anything to make my guys happy; for the moment they were my guys.

I motioned Tim in. He walked up in front of me and I grasped him around the waist hugging him while burying my face into his fully dressed groin. I rubbed my face across his pelvic area and started to feel his maleness expanding again inside those tight jeans. I leaned back and looked up at him and started to undo his belt buckle. It seemed like forever to undo the belt and unbutton all the buttons of his 501’s.

His underwear greeted my eyes. His boxers were pulled tight and his hard prick was trying to form a tent. I could smell his maleness. I breathed it in deeply I grabbed the covered cock in my mouth and could feel his pulse. I felt it hard and yet pliable in my mouth. He helped his pants fall down around his ankles. Then he and I grabbed his underwear and simultaneously released his rock hard prick with a spring.

I was left to admire the dick in front of my eyes. The head was wide and I could see the veins pulsating with blood. I reached out to touch it. It was warm and inviting. I Squeezed it to feel the pulsating muscle in my hand. I cupped his ample testicles and smelled his public hair, breathing in the wonderful smell of man.

I then ran my tongue up and between his nuts and the length of his penis to the wide mushroom head. I settled in to a long suck. Exploring his ridge and every inch of his head. My mouth was warm and wet with saliva. And my pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

From nowhere I saw a flash. It took me a minute to figure out that Kevin was taking digital pictures of the fun. Normally that would turn me off but tonight it spurred me on. If they wanted a show I would give it to them both.

The cock became my world and my full attention was placed on it. I took a firm grip of the base and massaged it slowly and rhythmically while licking and sucking the head. I reveled in stroking his butt with my free hand, even gently maneuvering his nuts. I heard a deep sigh of pleasure from above me as Tim started to get even more excited.

I let some saliva form in my mouth and let akkent escort bayan the sound effects grow. The slurping sounds of a cock being sucked filled the room. A few more flashes of the camera attempted to break my concentration but failed.

I had to slow myself down a couple times. I was afraid Tim would cum and shorten our fun time. I slowly swallowed his thick and swollen member past my gag reflex and deep into my throat. I reached up and touched my neck and could feel him inside me but I couldn’t breath and had to pull him back till wonderful air could fill my lungs again. I think he came close to the brink twice and I would slow down just enough he could regain control.

He was getting tired of not being able to blow his load. I could tell by the way that he started to grab my hair and ears and was trying to forcefully throat fuck me.

I would have loved to swallow his hot sticky load but I wanted a little more. I wiggled away and pulled off my pants and shirt. Then I removed the black lacy panties and laid face up across the table just inside the door. It seemed sturdy enough. I scooted my ass to the very edge and spread my legs to expose my all.

There it was hot, pink and dripping my own clear sticky fluids, freshly shaved and inviting all cummers.

Kevin got out the camera and took a couple shots and I started to play with myself, dipping my fingers into the warm fountain between my legs and bringing them to my wanting mouth so I could taste the sweet salty sex fluids I was producing.

That was it for Tim. He walked up slowly between my legs and I leaned up so I could watch this hard and strange dick enter me. He grabbed the base of his penis and guided it toward my waiting hole. The excitement was building in me He rubbed it around my opening teasing me. Kevin was playing with the telephoto, taking close ups of sex before him.

Tim pushed gently at the edges of my cunt and poked at my clitoris with his manhood till I started to beg him to enter me. “Please fuck me. Pleaassseee!”

Tim said, “I think she wants it.”

Kevin nodded a reply and raised the camera to video the moment of entry.

Tim leaned in slow and finally the head of his penis started to slip past the opening and enter my body. An “ahaa,” passed my lips and I watched as he slipped inch by inch into me. The scene was overwhelming and amazingly kinky. A new lover was ravishing me on a table with a friend watching and videotaping from behind.

I could hardly contain myself. I lifted my legs up and used my abdominal muscles to squeeze his cock inside of me. He started to pound me harder and his balls would slap playfully at my clit on the in stroke. Tim, I, as well as the table started to get into the rhythm as he fucked me harder and harder.

One practically good jam had me fling my head back and pant open mouthed. I was getting ready to blow when all of a sudden I saw Kevin coming toward my head.

Kevin stood in front of my face and made a show of undoing his belt and pants. He pulled down his pants & underwear in one movement and out sprang his cock right at eye level. It looked as good as I had always imagined.

Oh God I was going to get not only my wish, but two men at one time. I guess watching had not been enough. He guided his throbbing dick to my mouth and I could smell the sweat and desire in his curly pubic hair. As my tongue touched the object of my long time desire, my brain went into sensory overload and I came like a river.

I screamed out a little but Kevin silenced me with his big cock. I felt like I was pissing on Tim. I had never come so strongly in my life. My orgasm triggered Tim to blow his hot load deep inside me. I tried to gather myself together after that awesome display and concentrate on the member in my mouth,

I was trembling from the wicked orgasm I had just had. Tim was still in me his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply and holding onto my thighs for support.

Kevin was in my mouth and I placed my arms around him and hugged his torso. My head was spinning from the alcohol and the sex. I made my lips wet and rubbed up and down that wonderful shaft of his till I had his short curly hairs in my nostrils. I poured it on.

This was my chance to make a wish come true. I wanted to make him cum and I would stop at nothing to achieve that goal. I then moved my hands in and lubricated them with my mouth and gave his base a firm but gentle grip and started a slow rhythmic stroke. I kept up a wet noisy sucking assault to the wide head in escort akkent my mouth.

I felt Tim pulling away from between my legs. I brought my right hand up to my mouth and wet down my index finger and sneaked it around to Kevin’s backside and started to massage his back door with light pressure, never entering him just hinting that it was a possibility. To my surprise I think he liked it.

My jaw was getting fatigued and the muscles in my lower jaw were hurting but I was not going to end this without tasting his hot load. Just then was that blinding flash as Tim took a photo of my mouth around his friend’s cock this time. I started to taste some fluids in my mouth and I knew it wasn’t me. It was Kevin’s pre-cum. I pulled his butt in closer to me and was really doing the best I could to take him all the way into my throat. He choked me a little but I managed to fight off the feeling. I wanted him sooo badly.

Oh my God! Something cool and hard was rubbing my clit. I couldn’t see what was going on down there. Busy as I was. It was very hard and not made of flesh. I was dying to know what the heck was going on but it was feeling good so I went with it. The cool object hit my G spot and I gasped and Kevin took the opportunity to thrust his dick in to its deepest point.

Then the object started to slowly enter me. It was then I knew what it was. It was my discarded long neck beer bottle and Tim was pushing it inside me, left over beer and all.

Oh my goodness! He was slowly fucking me with a beer bottle. I screamed in pleasure as I orgasmed again. Kevin had grabbed my breasts and was playing with them as his hips ground over and over into my face. Then it happened. He squeezed my breast tight arched his back and blew a big thick sticky load deep into my mouth.

I was so happy. I felt great and swallowed his offering with all the gusto of a starving woman. He stayed in me letting me suck and clean him for a minute then he went and got the camera and took pictures of my womanhood being assaulted with a beer bottle.

Tim was fucking me well with the hard glass and tipping it up and pouring beer into me at intervals. The cool beer ran down my freshly fucked cunt and down the cheeks off my ass. It felt so good. I had cum so much I didn’t think I had anything left but these men were going to prove me wrong.

Tim removed the bottle and gently found my clitoris and pushed the skin back away from its tip. This is my most sensitive spot on my body. His fingers wet with my sex and beer settled in to torture my G spot. After a few minutes he had my body jumping. I had absolutely no control. I could not take the feelings and started to moan, “Noo! It’s too much.”

He ignored my pleas and continued the assault on my tender tissue. I was wiggling hard to try and remove his fingers from that same spot. It was hurting and feeling good at the same time. There was no way I could take this. I bucked trying to get him to at least plunge his fingers into me but no, he kept at my poor little clit. I was starting to get loud. He ordered Kevin to shut me up.

Kevin asked how? Tim said, “improvise.”

Kevin went to the bathroom and got a dry washcloth and balled it up and tried to stick it into my mouth. I didn’t want that so I fought him. That is when I realized he was stronger than I was. He managed to shove that awful dry cloth in my mouth to muffle my cries then held my upper body down to the table. While Tim kept wiggling his finger ever faster on my G. I was dying.

I started to twitch like I was seizing, screaming into the rag to stop. They were going to force me to cum yet again. Tim was having a time trying to control my hips and legs and still keep that finger in place. Even with all that action going on I could see a wicked sideways smile on his face and knew he was enjoying himself.

It seemed like forever and my clit was raw. I was screaming, “No!” but all you could hear was muffled garble. Then all of a sudden I needed them inside me. I started to change my tune but they couldn’t hear me. “Oh God please someone fuck me,” I told the rag in my mouth. My hips started a upward grind as I tried in vein to force Tim’s finger inside me. I wasn’t fighting anymore

Kevin let go and he went around and stuck his fingers on me right next to Tim’s. He and Tim started to play around one keeping up the assault and the other blissfully finger fucking me, much more to my liking. I came again. It was too much for me, all that excitement and alcohol the room started to fade away. The sounds came and went, like a radio station you lose driving through the mountains. I started to lose consciousness.

I woke up in the hotel bed, my men on both sides of me. I was sore. My head was spinning. God knows what they did to me after I passed out. Kevin showed me pictures of a well-fucked cunt with swollen lips, red and used with what appears to be lots of white cum dripping from it.

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“Where are you going?”

“To Angela’s. Gonna hang out.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Uh, there’s a pandemic going on. They want everyone to stay put.”

“You’re going to work.”

“Yeah. My first day back, and I’m not looking forward to it. I’d rather stay home to avoid the risk.”

“Well, I’m not going to an office full of people. I’m just going down the street and we’ll stay outside and keep our distance.”

“No, Kelly, you’re going to stay home and stay safe. If you want to go outside, go in the back yard.”

“Aw, come on, mom!”

“It’s for your own good.”

“What’s going on?” Eric asked, entering the kitchen.

“Mom won’t let me go to Angela’s,” nineteen-year-old Kelly told her eighteen-year-old stepbrother.

“Thank you, mom,” Eric said. He really didn’t like calling her that, but his dad insisted.

“Whose side are you on?” Kelly bemoaned.

“Not yours! If you go to Angela’s and catch the virus, you’re going to bring it home and infect me, and mom and dad.”

“Can’t you two just get along?” Mom asked in frustration over their ongoing animosity toward one another.

“But I’m bored!”

“Clean the house,” their mom instructed. “That will give you hours of fun.”

“Yeah, good idea, mom,” Eric concurred.

“You asshole!” Kelly called him.

“Bitch.”

“Both of you, stop! And Eric, you can help Kelly,” mom said. “Maybe if the two of you did something together instead of hiding out in your rooms, you might be able to get along and not be so bored.”

“Seriously? You want me to help?”

“You live here also. Why shouldn’t you help?” mom asked.

“Yeah,” Kelly agreed. “Who do you think you are?”

With a heavy sigh, Eric grumbled, “Yeah, whatever.”

“I’ll see you two this afternoon. Behave yourselves. And do some cleaning!”

“Okay,” Kelly said. “Bye, mom.”

Eric quickly returned to his room while Kelly had breakfast.

* * *

There was a knock on his door, so he quickly covered up. “What?” Eric said in annoyance, knowing it could only be Kelly.

“What are you doing?” Kelly asked.

“Nothing.”

“Can I come in?”

“No, leave me alone.”

“But we need to clean,” she insisted.

“Later.”

She opened the door anyway and found him sitting up in his bed, covers up to his chest. “You’re back in bed?”

“Yeah. What of it?” he snapped back.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Kelly repeated, “We have to clean house.”

“There’s plenty of time to do that later.”

She took a deep breath. “Why can’t we get along?” Kelly asked, calming down.

That took him down a notch also. “I don’t know. Guess we just don’t like each other.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” Kelly admitted. “I’m just tired of fighting all the time.”

“Yeah. It is kind of annoying,” he oddly agreed.

“Can we call a truce?” she proposed.

He shrugged.

“What are you doing?

“Nothing. Just chillin’.”

“Why did you take your shirt off?” Kelly asked, noticing his bare shoulders.

“I don’t know. It’s warm in here.”

Kelly then thought the area around his crotch was tented. Smirking, she quickly reached out and yanked the covers down. Eric’s hand was firmly grasping his large, hard cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh, my. You were jerking off.”

With a heavy sigh, Eric gave up. “Yeah, and I’d like some privacy. Why I had the door closed. So what?”

“So, nothing.” She couldn’t get over the size of his dick.

“I guess to get back at me, you’re gonna tell mom and dad?” he accused pulling the covers back up.

“No. Why would I do that?”

Eric shrugged. “Because you don’t like me, and you caught me.”

“I told you, I don’t dislike you. And it’s no surprise,” Kelly said, matter-of-factly. “I figured you masturbated. Everyone our age masturbates. I masturbate.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You sound surprised.” She noticed the movement under the covers of his hand twisting imperceptibly on his cock. She tried to restrain her smirk.

“I don’t know any girls who masturbate.”

“You do. You just don’t know they do. Girls don’t talk about it like guys do.” She pulled her legs up onto his bed, bent them, and turned her body more to face him. Her short skirt rose high exposing plentiful thigh. She saw his eyes widen at the sight of her legs. “Can I see your cock again? I didn’t know you were so big.”

“You think I’m big?”

“Bigger than any guy I’ve seen. Can I see it,” she again asked.

“That would be kind of weird, don’t you think? I mean, you’re my stepsister.”

“It’s just a penis. I’ve seen penises before.”

“Not mine.”

“Actually, I just did. Remember?”

Reluctant though he was, there was something arousing about Kelly sitting on his bed in a short skirt with it riding nearly up to her crotch. He’d seen her in her short skirts many times, and many times, he’d given her a second look. But after all, she escort resimleri was his stepsister, and he’d never thought of her beyond that.

Kelly took his slow response as hesitance, but he didn’t resist as she slowly pulled the covers down until his cock was again exposed. Her breathing quickened. Yes, she really had seen other cocks, but this one was bigger than those, and the fact that it belonged to her stepbrother lent a real sensual quality to it. She was aroused. And then a really erotic thought occurred to her. “Want to masturbate together?” Her grin was almost devious.

“What? Are you nuts?”

“Why? It’s what you were going to do anyway.”

“Yeah, but alone.”

“And how were you going to do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re you going to watch porn?”

“You ask too many questions.”

Kelly hiked her skirt up around her waist and quickly shed her panties. “Then watch this.”

Eric sucked in his breath at the sight of her hairless, glistening pussy. It was a very pretty pussy, with long, flowery lips. The obvious moisture suggested that she really was aroused. His dick pulsed when she rubbed her middle finger against her clit. “You’re really serious.”

“What the hell else do we have to cure boredom?”

He’d already started stroking his cock. And he had to admit that as offbeat as this was, his dick felt like it was going to expand to twice its size. He continued to fap slowly, not wanting to cum too soon. He knew this was wrong, but damn, it was exciting.

And if that wasn’t enough, Kelly crawled up and sat beside him. She undid her skirt from around her waist and removed it, and then lifted her panties up and off, quickly followed by her bra.

“What are you doing?” Eric’s voice went up an octave on the last word.

“You’re completely naked,” she challenged.

“Wow! Where’d you get those big tits?”

With a shake of her head, she shot him a look of preposterousness. “I bought them.”

“You had a boob job?”

“No, you idiot. I grew them. They’re all mine.”

“They’re fantastic!”

“Thanks,” Kelly responded with a huge smile. She extended her left arm toward his cock. “Can I touch it?”

By now, Eric wasn’t thinking with the right head. He withdrew his hand. He shivered when her fingers wrapped around his shaft. He’d never really had a girl jerk him off before. It was kind of nice feeling a different hand holding him. He reached over and rested his hand on her vagina. She spread her legs and his fingers felt her most snatch. He flicked her clit with his middle finger, and then dared to let it slide between her lips. She was really wet. A moan escaped her lips when he forced his digit deeper. All the while, her hand was traveling up and down his rod.

To his surprise, Kelly leaned over and spit on his dick. That bit of lubrication made her hand glide more easily and it felt glorious. He didn’t know how long he could hold out.

“Mmmm. Do you know how good this feels?” Kelly purred.

“Yeah,” Eric groaned. Whenever he whacked off, the plan was to cum as soon as possible. Now, he fought it. He wanted this to go on and on.

But Kelly had another idea. He was initially disappointed when she let go of his cock, but only until she straddled his thighs and scooted up until her pussy was against his dick. She again grabbed it and stroked it a few times.

Eric couldn’t help but reach out and rest his hand on her pubic bone. With his thumb hanging down, he rubbed it up and down her slit and over her clit. Her entire body jerked at his first swipe. He placed his other hand in a similar position, and with both thumbs, he spread her lips and rubbed the inside of each.

That was all it took. She pressed his hard cock against her pussy and rotated her hips so that her pussy lips wrapped around his shaft coating it with her secretions as she slid up and down. When her pussy reached the top of his rod, she rubbed the head against her clit, letting its hood briefly cover his head before sliding back down. He let out a girl-like sound.

When Kelly eased back a bit, Eric let his thumbs rub her vulva causing her pussy lips to pout. Her body trembled again. He pushed her hands away from his cock and with his own hand pressed it against her open vagina and clit. She was breathing heavily. He swiped his dick from side to side, nudging it under her clit, and with her button resting on his peehole, he moved her clit around the helmet of his shaft. He would have loved nothing better than to shove his penis into her vagina, but he knew that was wrong, so he resisted. Besides, he’d never played with a pussy with his dick like this and it was quite enticing. Not wanting to become so aroused he’d blow a nut, he let his cock spring back against his abdomen and let his hands travel up the insides of her soft thighs and back above her pubic bone and up her abdomen to her belly button.

Kelly liked what he was doing. She’d been afraid that if he actually participated gaziantep escort resimleri in this mutual masturbation he would have beat his meat furiously until he came. But this genital play was way more than she could have hoped for. She couldn’t help but again reach for his cock. It really was a good size; big but not outrageous, yet more than enough to wrap her palm around. She could only imagine how wonderful it would feel inside her. But she doubted he’d go that far, and truthfully, she wasn’t certain she was ready to. She loved the feeling of her hand gliding up and down. Reaching down, she cupped his balls with her other hand, eliciting a moan from him. There was a tenderness to them and there was nothing else she could think to compare the feel to.

Kelly had jerked off a couple of guys she had dated, but not often. Both times had been seated in a car, parked in a corner of a parking lot. They’d made out and were both aroused. But those had been only pump and spurt sessions. There’d been no time to really explore the male organ. Now, she felt like she had all the time she wanted to just play with it. She pressed her thumbs against the soft skin on the underside of Eric’s shaft just below the split in the head. She felt two indentations and rotated her thumbs around on them.

Eric let out a slow high-pitched moan from deep in his throat. His body jerked as she must have hit a sensitive spot. Clear liquid seeped out of his peehole and she used it as lubrication. Feeling naughty, with the pre-cum smeared on her thumb, she rubbed it on her clit as her other thumb continued its circular motion on the underside of his shaft.

Eric wanted back in on the action, so he replaced her fingers on her pussy with his own. His thumb again rubbing up and down her slit. She was so wet, his thumb was coated with her pussy juice, and to his unintentional surprise, it slipped into her hole.

Kelly sucked her breath in, and her body twitched. But she didn’t push his hand away.

Yet, Eric anticipated that she would, so he removed his thumb, grabbed his cock, and resumed side-to-side rubbing against her pussy. Her lips had closed, but this motion caused them to spread again. With the head once more nudged underneath her clit and hood, he let it rest there while reaching up to fondle her breasts. He’d figured she had good-size tits from what he could see when she wore low-cut tops. But that had been no clue to their actual size. They were somewhat bigger than he’d thought. They were also nicely rounded and firm, and best of all, felt marvelous in his hands.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” Kelly purred.

His dick was about to pop out from the warm embrace of her clit, so Eric used one hand to press it in place while still fondling her boobs with the other.

As nice as it was having his cock where it was, she was ready to move this along, so she started pumping her hips again up and down on his rod. Getting the message, Eric held it in position so she could do that. She moved faster. Her breathing matched her motion. This was going to be one terrific orgasm. Only one thing could make it better.

“Stick it in!” Kelly impulsively commanded.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No. Much as I’d like to, that’s wrong.”

“Come on. Please?”

“We can’t do that,” he argued. “It’s wrong.”

“It’s not like I’m your real sister. I’m your stepsister. Step-siblings do it all the time.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m almost ready to blow and we have no protection.”

“I’m on the pill!”

But Eric ignored her and continued rubbing his cock all over her pussy. He even started pumping with his hips. Kelly didn’t want to ruin her stepbrother’s orgasm. She was getting close herself and she didn’t want to lose it by arguing so she pushed back and pumped and was coming in seconds. And so wrapped up in the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had was she that she didn’t realize Eric had come until she felt his warm semen coat her entire genital area. It actually felt spectacular. And when he rubbed it all over with his cock, she trembled again in an aftershock.

They both fell backward, spent, and breathless.

After several minutes, Kelly exclaimed, “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”

“Me, too. I’ve never cum that much. I thought my balls were going to deflate.”

Kelly giggled. “Glad I could help.”

“Yeah, well, we can’t tell mom,” Eric said, stating the obvious, and not using mom with derogatory emphasis.

“Ya think? What makes you think I would anyway?”

“I don’t know. It just seemed like the thing to say.”

“Okay,” Kelly said, getting up and out of the bed. “But we better get this house cleaned or not telling mom won’t be the issue.”

Eric watched his stepsister reaching for her clothes, the sight of her naked body moving around with his cum smeared all over her genital area preventing his erection from becoming completely flaccid. “You know, we’ve been step-siblings for a few years now, but gaziantep escort bayan resimleri I think I’m seeing you for the first time. You really are very attractive.”

Kelly smiled her appreciation. “Because you’re seeing me nude?”

“Partly,” he admitted. “Let’s just say it caused me to look closer at you and not just physically.”

“Okay, well, I don’t know what to say to that. But get up and let’s get this house cleaned and then we’ll have that out of the way.”

“Alright.” Eric rolled out of bed and stood with his erection still pointing ahead like a bowsprit.

“Wow. You’re still hard,” Kelly noted.

Eric merely grinned as she left his room without dressing. For her, it was because she wanted to go to the bathroom to clean his drying cum off. That done and feeling wicked, she put her skirt back on sans panties to allow her pussy to air out.

For the house cleaning, they amicably agreed on a division of labor, each taking a bathroom and their own bedroom, and working together in their parents’ bedroom, the kitchen and family room. In the rooms they did together, each continually stole glances at the other. Kelly couldn’t tell if Eric had discovered she was not wearing panties, but it was obvious he was commando under his gym shorts because his dick seemed to flop around quite a bit. It also seemed he had not completely lost his erection, which made watching him even more entertaining and enticing.

The house cleaning barely took two hours and they finished just before lunchtime. After putting up the cleaning supplies, Kelly found Eric sitting on the sofa seemingly lost in thought.

“So, did that exercise wear you out?” she asked.

He looked up with pensive expression, not the usual sneer he offered. “I’ve been thinking. You’re right—”

“Whoa! Did you sniff too much cleaning solution?”

He actually grinned. “No. I mean, we do need to try to get along. I know our parents love each other. And they do make a good couple. The only thing I ever heard them argue about is us. My dad takes up for me and your mom defends you.”

“Wow! A little mutual masturbation and you’re putty.”

“That’s partly true,” he admitted. “But as I said earlier, it’s caused me to look at you differently. I didn’t know you were so open-minded to do such a thing. And then to do it with me—someone you’ve had a rocky relationship with.”

“Like I said earlier, I don’t dislike you. But to be honest, you haven’t always been nice to me, so I’ve had to defend myself. And truthfully, when I saw your big cock, it was enough to push the other stuff aside.”

Eric smirked again. “Who knew that’s all it took? If I had known, I would have whipped it out a long time ago.”

They both laughed, elevating them to a higher plain.

Hesitantly, she asked, “Would you whip it out now?”

“Seriously?”

“I’d love to see it again.” She offered her most alluring smile.

He was really eager to do it, hoping she didn’t really just want to see it, but wanted more of what happened this morning. However, he didn’t want to seem to easy, so he slowly slid his gym shorts down below his knees.

“That really is a nice cock. Would you stroke it for me?”

Eric did a double-take. He could see the lust in her eyes. She made no move to touch it, but still, just having her want to see it was enough of a turn-on. He grasped it firmly and pumped slowly. “So, how active have you been sexually?”

“That’s a rather personal question.”

“Really? You’ve jerked me off and I’ve had my finger in your pussy; I think we’re beyond personal.”

“I’ve done a few quasi-blowjobs and jerked off a couple of guys.”

“That’s all? You’ve never gone all the way?”

“I let one guy rub his dick on me, but I wouldn’t let him put it in.”

“Why?”

“He wasn’t the right guy to go all the way with.”

He nodded and stroked a little faster, obviously envisioning Kelly doing those things.

“You’re trying to picture that, aren’t you?”

“Not really. I’m reliving this morning.” He slouched back, pushed his short down to his ankles and went back to pumping.

Kelly sat back against the arm of the sofa to watch, but after a couple of minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She hiked her skirt up to her waist—as she had this morning—and started rubbing her pussy.

The two watched each other for a few minutes until their eyes drifted up and locked on each other. In that gaze, lust was transmitted. Eric instantly stood to Kelly’s sudden frown. He reached out for her hand. She took it and he pulled her up. Cupping her neck, he drew her lips to his and kissed her passionately, his dick pressing against her. She felt the intensity of it and kissed him back. As it continued, she’d never experienced such fervor in a kiss. It pervaded her body and she felt the burning between her legs.

Breathing heavily, Kelly turned around and pulled his cock between her legs where he fucked her thighs. She pressed his dick into her pussy as he pumped. As had happened this morning, she reached her boiling point where reason and propriety melted.

“Stick it in,” she begged.

Much as he wanted to, Eric did not comply, still able to think clearly, not swayed by sexual intoxication. He continued to pump steadily. Kelly’s pussy was soaked and coating his rod with her juices, making his slide job between her legs a sweet ride.

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Cody stared out the window as their driver sped down the highway to his new school. At the age of fifteen he was finally a freshman, while his sister was a junior, and his older brother was the senor of the group. The New York skyline painted the sky as Cody kept his excitement from showing. He knew the school had one of the best high school music programs in the country. He also knew if he could excel there then he could find his way into one of the art colleges that dotted the city proper.

“Andy, Stephanie,” his mother’s voice cut through the silence of the cab of their limo. Crossing her left leg over her right Cody played off the fact he caught a flash of his mother’s bright red panties not that his mother even noticed her eyes were always on his brother and sister. At least to him he always felt like the child they never wanted yet was forced to raise. “I want the two of you to keep an eye on your younger brother. I don’t want him getting into trouble his first week of school,” her bright red hair bounced against her chest as her hand rested on Andy’s mid-thigh which seemed odd to him. “If you do…” Whatever his mother said to his brother he never knew as his mother whispered into Andy’s ear.

“Sure Mom,” Andy said his sky-blue t-shirt stretched taut across his muscular chest due to his years of constant working out to stay on the football team as the school’s star quarterback. Not that Cody was envious of his older brother he was the jock of the family — the pride of his father — who also was the star football player when he was in his own youth. Cody knew how sought out his brother was given how scouts had been stealthy scouting out his brother in his junior year on the team. Then there was his sister paying no attention to him like always, yet she was attentive to their mother’s words. He had no idea how she had managed to secure the title of head cheerleader, however, Cody tried not to eye her cheerleading outfit which to his mind truly didn’t hide her alluring body to anyone’s eye. Nevertheless, he could care less for his sister’s attitude, though Cody suspected all cheerleaders had that snobby kind of attitude or it was just his sister. Who knows?

“Good. If nothing happens by Friday, you know,” his mother winked at his older brother again this Cody found strange. Then again, he didn’t really care as his violin case sat on his lap. His main concern was impressing the musical director of the school. Cody had spent all summer long improving his skills, all so he could make the schools orchestra. Earning his families ire due the constant hum of the strings of his Stradivarius. That earn him expulsion from their home to the shed his father had bought and placed on the farthest corner of their property surrounded by boxwood hedges. To his father’s thinking out of sight, out of mind. This Cody had no problem with. It gave him the ability to play to his fullest without incurring his families wrath. He even liked that little space with its window ac/heater unit, the mini refrigerator, the music stands that held sheets of music of his favorite music, to the cot he had placed in there when he wanted to practice into the early morning hours without waking his family when he grew to tired.

“Cody, now you don’t get in your brother’s and sister’s way, you hear?” his mother said arching an eyebrow looking pointedly at her youngest son.

“Okay,” Cody said bowing his head to hide from his mother’s gaze as the limo pulled into the drop off area of the school. Not that he need his siblings help to get around the school. Cody did have an eidetic memory and having toured the school the week before he was sure he wouldn’t have a problem. It was also one of the reasons he was such a good violin player. Once he saw any piece of music his mind was like a steel trap never letting anything go.

“Listen here pipsqueak,” Stephanie said with a sneer as she looked down at her younger brother, “I don’t care what Mom said don’t you dare think to come find me or Andy while we are in school. We so run in better groups than you do,” she said with the undertones of arrogance.

“Yeah, we have reputations to live up to,” Andy said shooting his sister a coy smile.

“Come on, we have people to see Andy,” Stephanie said flipping her flaming red hair over her shoulder. Looping her arm around her older brother’s their laughter filling the air as they walked off.

Two and a half years later…

“Mr. Warlick?” Cody’s music director said peering over the rim of her glasses. His heart raced as those soft brown eyes gazed at him. Ever since he had started high school he’s had a crush on his music teacher.

“Yes, Ms. Davis?”

“Please,” her slender finger beckoning him to her desk on the other side of that large auditorium style room, “I rather not speak across the room,” she said setting down her pen as the other students packed up their instruments. Quickly wiping down his violin before placing it gently into its case. Snapping the buckles into fetiş escort place before heading over to his teachers desk. “Cody, why haven’t you turned in your permission form yet?” Ms. Davis whispered low. She didn’t want him to miss out on this chance to visit one of the most prestigious music schools in the city. Ever since she had heard him play (hiding out in the shadows as he played by himself during the walkthrough two and half years ago), she knew Cody could be one of the best. That is why she had been pushing him so hard over the past two years. So that when the time came he could awe and astound all those that had the privilege to hear the sweet melodies that he could produce.

“Umm,” Cody rubbed the back of his neck as he felt his cheeks heat. Ever since starting high school he and his parents had drifted apart. Cody couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off with his family. He found it odd that his full ride brother and sister still lived at home since they started college; and ever since his father banished him to the shed for his love of playing that awfully expensive violin. Cody lost interest in what happened in their private lives as they had done with him so long ago. “Ms. Davis do you really need it?” Cody asked dreading asking his mother or father.

“Of course I do! I can’t very well take one of my students off school grounds without his/hers parents approval. Now, I expect you to have the form on my desk tomorrow or I will take it that you must remain here next week,” Ms. Davis said sternly.

“Okay,” Cody sighed.

“Good. Because there is someone there I want you to meet, and I know if he hears you play just once you’ll be a shoe in for one of the limited spots at that school,” Ms. Davis said reaching over taking hold of his hand, “Cody, this school can launch your career. I know with that talent of yours every orchestra will be fighting just to get you.”

“Really?!” Cody said trying to keep his eyes focused on his teachers face and not on those lovely breasts of hers.

“Oh yes, I even sent him a recording of your solo you preformed last year when we went to competition. He was so ecstatic that you would be apart of the group that would be visiting his school. So please, get that form signed I want the best for you,” Ms. Davis said her eyes burning bright.

“Okay, I’ll see if they can be bothered to sign it,” Cody said not wishing to disappoint his music teacher.

Unbeknownst to Cody at that very moment at the Warlick household. What had been taking place since Andy turned eighteen was going full swing in Stephanie’s bedroom.

“God, this is one tight cunt,” Daniel grunting as he rammed his cock hard into his daughter’s cunt, “you like having us split roast you, don’t you?” he asked spanking his daughter’s ass.

“Mmmhmm,” Stephanie muttered around her brother’s cock.

“Yeah, take that cock,” Andy grunted hard as he face fucked his sister, “so Dad, how about we switch,” he said not overly fond of sloppy seconds.

“There you are!” Mariah huffed crossing her arms below her naked breasts. She would have thought her son would have been in her room by now not tag teaming his sister. She had been waiting for this day where she could spend the day in the arms of her strapping first born. “Andy, why don’t you leave your sister and come fuck me,” she cooed using that very same seductive voice she had first used to seduce her son.

“I think he wants a someone younger than you,” Stephanie smirked cruelly at her mother. Knowing this was what she had been after since they brought her into their little fun. She always had a grudge against her mother once she found out that she was able to experience both of the studs that inhabited their home.

“Don’t you dare speak to me in that tone!” Mariah growled.

“Mariah, why don’t you just go back to your room and play with that toy you always use,” Daniel said cruelly.

“Fuck you Daniel!” Mariah spat.

“There’s the woman I’ve had the pleasure to know for the past twenty years,” Daniel said rolling his eyes.

“Don’t worry Mom when I’m done with him I’ll be sure to send him to you once I drain every ounce of cum from my brother,” Stephanie said with a sinister smirk.

“God! How did you turn into such a bitch!” Mariah shouted slamming the door behind her.

“I learned from the best!” Stephanie yelled so her mother could hear her as Mariah stomped towards the room she had taken up since her and her husbands falling out.

Mariah and Daniel knew they both had far too much to lose with a divorce. So they continued on letting the world believe they had a happy marriage, yet all she wanted to do was strangle Daniel on the good days. Throwing open her walk-in closet door, snatching her light pink silk robe off of the hook. Shoving her arms into the sleeves, yet she couldn’t deny the fact she needed to be fucked. It was hard enough to sneak Andy into her room gaziantep fetiş escort at night when Cody was home. It was why they had taken to the days Andy was off from college so that Cody would never find out. However, now she wondered if her youngest child could ease her itch. She knew if she just showed an ounce of attention to her youngest son, that the boy would be so eager for her affection.

“Fine! If Andy wants to keep fucking her fine! That boy better not think he’s going to get off scoot free this time,” Mariah huffed angrily, “I’m not some whore he can just blow off and keep thinking he can keep fucking me and this wonderful pussy,” she said staring at her trimmed bush in the full-length mirror. A smirk graced her lips running her fingers through her ginger hair wondering how Cody would like the view of her body. Alternating lifting each of her breasts knowing while they sagged slightly they were still firm and eager for a man’s lips to be wrapped around them. To feel the warmth of his mouth soaking into her skin as he sucked on her nipples. Mariah began to salivate at the idea of having her youngest sucking on her breasts once again. “No sir. I do wonder how that ego of his is going to take it that he has been replaced by someone younger, although not as attractive but ten times smarter than he could ever hope to be.” Looking over at the clock knowing their driver should be arriving soon with her son in tow. Tying a knot in the belt of her robe before exiting her room. She wanted to be in position to welcome her son home.

“Thanks Greg,” Cody said as the sedan pulled to a stop, since it was only him that was still in private school it wasn’t cost affective to drive the limo into the city just for him. Plus, Cody wasn’t all that thrilled to show off the wealth that his family had, not that he had to worry about such things given the private school catered to the rich that dwelled within the city. Yet he wasn’t flashy maybe that was why he never truly got along with the other rich kids that went to that school.

“Not a problem Cody,” Greg said looking at his charge in the rear-view mirror, “so are you keeping up with your practice?”

“Of course,” Cody said smiling broadly.

“Good. So when’s the next concert?” Greg asked taking an interest in the young man. He had seen how his parents had treated the young man throughout his life. He found it wrong and reprehensible. Greg just couldn’t understand why have a child if you weren’t ever going to love them as they should be? So since his own parents couldn’t bother to bring themselves to take an interest in the boy. He and his wife made sure to fill that void underneath the nose of his employer. Not that he wanted to lose his cushy job, yet the risk was worth it.

“Next month. Oh! I almost forgot!” Cody said digging into his bookbag. Pulling out a cd he had made for Greg. “I know you and Mary might not be able to make it this time, so I thought I’d give you a recording of what we would be playing next month,” he said handing Greg the disk.

“Oh Mary will love this!” Greg said smiling at the boy.

“Sweet!” Cody said blushing at the only man that had praised him for his gift in music.

“Now you best run in,” Greg said opening up the case, “you eat something you hear?!”

“Yes sir,” Cody said flashing Greg a toothy smile as he exited the car, “Oh! I think Mary would like “Summer” when she hears it. It’s one of the three solos I’ll be preforming for the concert next month.”

“I be sure to tell her,” Greg said before Cody shut the door. Walking into his home Cody heard some strange noises coming from upstairs.

“What the fuck?!” Cody whispered low as he set down his bookbag and violin case. Wiggling out of his coat wondering what was going on up there as he hung up his coat in the side closet. If he didn’t know any better he would say someone was jumping on their bed, and he knew his mother would never allow such a thing to take place in her house. He himself had earned her scorn for daring to do such a childish thing when he was ten. Shaking his head at the noise he had things to do, a concert to prepare for Cody just didn’t have the time to be sidetracked about such things.

“Hello Cody,” Mariah said leaning against the marble counter sipping on her tea as her son walked into the kitchen. “How was school today?” she asked in her best motherly voice.

“Fine. Same as always,” Cody said arching an eyebrow as he placed his case on the counter of the island before heading towards the refrigerator. Opening up the door searching for the one thing he was looking forward to once he got home. Sighing when someone had eaten the last of the pudding cups. The door closed in a loud kiss knowing Andy had purposely ate the last one. His brother knew how he liked to indulge in that sweet snack once he got home from school. Sending his condolences to his stomach for his brother’s constant usurping of his gaziantep fetiş escort joy. “Jocks being jocks, snobs being snobs everyday life for a high schooler,” Cody said shooting his mother a look at the last part.

“You know,” Mariah said bring the steaming cup to her lips, “it has been some time since the last time I heard you play.”

“Yeah, eight years flies by don’t it?” Cody said rolling his eyes.

“That it does,” Mariah said nodding ignoring the vague insult. “How about you play your mother something, hmm?”

“I don’t know, I got a lot of stuff to do,” Cody said reaching for the handle of his violin case.

“Please baby, just one song,” Mariah said feigning interest. Hoping that some where in that mind of his Cody would fall for her ploy.

“One song, and I can go about my evening?” Cody asked unsure about his mother’s motives. Knowing how he could count the number of times she actually took a vested interest in his music on one hand.

“Of course,” Mariah said with a curt nod, “I know you hide out in the shed because of your father made you, so I’ve missed out on how you improved over the years.”

“And it’s not that far of a walk Mom, no one was keeping you from poking your head in every once in a while,” Cody said not entirely sure what his mother was playing at.

“I know sweetheart, humor me please?” Mariah said batting her eyelashes at him. “I promise from now on I’ll make it a habit of visiting you out there as often as I can,” she said laying on her charm.

“Alright,” Cody said plainly. Popping the latches on his case, his mind raced for a piece of music he could play and not keeping him there for minutes longer then need be. He wasn’t about to play her the song he had chosen for his audition he hoped to get to attend that school. No. His mother wasn’t that deserving to hear such a treat. He needed something quick and fast. A smile formed of his lips as the song popped into his mind as he gently lifted the bow and the violin from the velvet lining of the case. Backing away from the island to give him room for the rapid movements of Antonio Vivaldi’s “Summer.” Blowing out a steady breath as he brought his violin up to his chin, tapping his foot to set the tempo before the bow hummed across the strings.

Mariah’s eyes grew wide as she heard those crisp, clear notes. The masterful way he moved the bow, how quick his finger movements were as they flew across the fret board. Watching how her son moved as he struck certain notes. The way that melody made her heart quicken as if she herself was within that swirling storm of musical notes. She hadn’t prepared herself for how well her son was playing. It reminded her of the times when she and Daniel would visit the opera, or whichever visiting orchestra was in town before they had children.

“Well, would you look at that,” Stephanie said in awe with Andy and her father in tow behind her as the last notes died away.

“Finally good at something, huh?” Andy asked with a lopsided grin.

“As to what? Tossing a misshapen ball made from a pigskin from one end of a field to another,” Cody retorted. Cody stood on the tips of his toes as his brother lifted him up by his shirt Andy had balled in his fist while his other one was posed to bash his little brother’s nose in. “Do go on big man, show them how big and strong you are,” he said taunting his brother to act like the muscle-bound jock that he was.

“Yes,” Mariah said narrowing her eyes at her first born, “punch your brother in full view of your parents all because you don’t have the wit to counteract Cody’s words,” she said cutting Andy to the bone with that fork tongue of hers.

“Well, I think you don’t need to be out in that shed any more,” Daniel said pulling his eldest son off of his younger one, “this house could use some living up,” he said pushing his son behind him.

“Nah, I rather stay in the shed,” Cody said packing up his violin, “that was all you wanted right?” he asked looking up at his mother.

“Yes,” Mariah nodded, “thank you, for playing for me sweetheart I really enjoyed it. Maybe next time you’ll play me something a little longer and a tad bit slower. I want to experience this master that lives within this house,” she said shooting Andy a burning glare.

“So not going to happen,” Cody thought to himself as he closed up his case.

“Wait Cody!” Stephanie said racing out the door behind him. She knew her mother was up to something. Whatever it was she was determined to steal it from her.

“What now?!” Cody sighed heavily trying not to let the cold get to him.

“Why don’t you come back inside and play for me? I only got to hear the end of your song. Don’t you think it’s unfair that you let Mom watch you play and not your adorable sister,” Stephanie said flashing her brother a smile that made many a teenage boy bend to her will. Yet all the while feeling her father’s and brother’s cum leaking out of her cunt.

“Not interested,” Cody said coldly before continuing on his trek towards the shed.

“Crash and burn,” Mariah sneered from behind her daughter.

“Please,” Stephanie said flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned towards her mother sticking her nose into the air as she sashayed back into the house. “I’m only just getting started. Cody will come around.”

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I was 19 and had recently moved in with my boyfriend. We’d been long distance for a year, but he was moving closer and I had just decided to take a break from college, seemed like a perfect time. Most of my days were spent in our little apartment watching trash tv and playing on Facebook. But once April rolled around and it started to warm up that of course meant time for the apartment’s pool and working on my tan. It was there that I met Ron and Freddy. They were both in the their 60’s and retired. They spent most of their time either at the pool, grilling or drinking (sometimes a combination of all 3). I could tell immediately they were excited the first time i layed out my towel on a chair and took off my clothes to show my tight teenage body in my bikini. Now I’ve always attracted the attention of older men, I’m blonde,, 5’7, 36dd, and had been a cheerleader since I could walk, so it came to no surprise when I saw them eyeing me across the pool, but I just put in my headphones and soaked in a little sun.

The next day the same thing happened, but on the third day as I walked through the gate of the pool i found them not in their usual chairs on the shady side, but rather on the sunny side where I had staked my claim and right next to my chair. I approached them with a smile, “Do you mind if I join you guys?” They nodded their heads yes and we introduced ourselves. We made small talk for a while, they asked if I was new to the complex where I was from, etc. I found out Ron was divorced and was a retired car salesman and Freddy was a retired high school football coach and married, his wife was 10 years younger and managed a jewelry store.

For the next few days we hung out by the pool nearly everyday, soaking in the sun, swimming, and having a few drinks. I’d occasionally catch them both staring at my legs or chest when they thought I had my eyes closed beneath my sunglasses and to be honest, I enjoyed the attention. I thought about them all weekend when I had the day shift at work and couldn’t make it out.

As I came out on Monday i found them waiting for me once again in our usual spot. “There’s my favorite guys” I said as I removed the big shirt I had on over my bikini and greeted them both with a hug.

“Beer?” said Ron as he held one out for me.

“Sure, just let me rub some oil on and dry my hands first” I said as i pulled a bottle of tanning oil from my gaziantep masaj salonları bag.

“Dont worry about that sweetie,” said Freddy as he reached for my bottle of oil. “You just lay down and let me handle that for you.”

I was actually a bit surprised at myself as i happily handed the bottle over a layed on my back. Freddy drizzled oil from my thigh down to my ankle and started rubbing it in. His hands felt so rough and strong. “Mmm”, I let out a soft moan as Freddy rubbed my thigh, was I actually getting turned on by this?

“Hey, how about sharing some of that over here,” said Ron as he held out his hand to do my other side. Ron rubbed oil all over my leg, but crouched down to give me a good calf massage.

“Mmm, that’s so nice” I said to them. Wait, was I starting to get horny? This felt wrong, but I couldnt help but get turned on as their strong, weathered hands rubbed my legs. I know they were enjoying it also.

“I appreciate you shaving for us” joked Freddy as he took the bottle and began working on my arm.

“Yes sir, I always do” I said in a flirty voice with a wink.

Next Ron took the bottle and sprayed it on my stomach. his fingers briefly rubbed beneath the top of my bikini bottom. “Gotta make sure it gets all over” he said as he proceeded to rub just under my tits.

“Can’t forget this part,” said Jerry as he sprayed a little on my chest. “Gotta make sure you’re good and covered,” while running his fingers just under my bikini top onto my breasts.

“Thanks boys,” I said as Ron finished my arm, I took a sip of my beer as they each layed back down in chairs on either side of me. i noticed a bulge growing on the front of both their trunks and the thought crossed my mind wondering how big they were. I knew I shouldnt be wondering that, but I could feel my pussy getting wet as well.

“Just let us know when you’re ready for the other side,” said Ron as he gave Freddy a little wink.

I couldn’t believe it. was I actually getting turned on by these 2? Hell, one of them was married and they were both old enough to be my father, or even grandfather. I sipped on my beer as they guys talked about their weekends, and plans for this week.

“So did you get any this weekend?” asked Ron. I almost choked on my drink. I had zoned out and thought the question was directed gaziantep masaj salonları escortları to me. Unfortunately, it had been a while for me. Of course, my boyfriend’s new job was causing a bit of stress, so it had caused some tension in our love making routine and I was a bit on edge.

“Nah, you know how Tina is. She hasn’t been in the mood for weeks now. How about you?”

“Nope, haven’t had any since that chick Cindy I introduced you guys to at New Years”.

I quickly finished my beer and said, “I think I’m ready for my back now” as I flipped over onto my stomach. Freddy took the bottle first and sprayed some on my shoulders and back. I could feel his strong hands rubbing my shoulders and giving me a massage. I reached back and untied my top, “Don’t want tanlines” I said as I gave him a wink. Ron took it next and sprayed the back of both my thighs. as he rubbed I could feel myself instinctively spread my legs farther apart.

“So, what about you sweetie?” asked Freddy in almost a whisper as he crouched close to my ear. Fuck, that was a turn on.

“Ummm, a few weeks I guess” I said in a squeaky voice. What was I doing? I couldn’t actually be letting this happen, could I? I could feel Ron now moving his fingers underneath my bikini bottom and massaging my ass cheeks.

“Really? I dont think I’d be able to keep my hands off you if you were mine” said Freddy as his hands moved down to the sides of my breasts.

“She does feel really fucking nice” said Ron as he pulled my bikini bottom into a thong and continued rubbing my ass.

“Ummm. Yeah. He’s just been super stressed and hasn’t had much interest” I said as I raised my ass a little higher to give them both more room to roam with their fingers.

“Mmm. Thats too bad babygirl” said Ron as I felt him move his hand from my ass down to my shaved pussy. “Looks like you really need some attention” he said as his fingers brushed against my lips, he could already feel how wet I was.

“And what do you think we should do about that sweetie” said Freddy as he cupped my breast and squeezed my nipple between his fingers.

“Mmm, fuck!” seemed like the only words I could manage to get out of my lips. His hands felt so strong, just what I needed to feel. Part of me knew I should be concerned of how public we were, but masaj salonları gaziantep the other part of me didn’t give a fuck. I rolled over and completely removed my top. Ron spread my legs apart again and began to untie and remove my bikini bottoms. Freddy was still crouched down above me and i pulled him in for a kiss. I knew he was older and married, but at that point neither one of us cared. He moved his mouth and began to lick and kiss my hard nipples as i reached for his cock.

“Not here guys, lets go back to Ron’s place” I said as Freddy began to undo his trunks.

“Just let me throw my shirt on” I said in a scramble to get covered

“Dont worry babygirl” said Ron as he gathered my clothes, “It’s not far and you wont be needing these” he said putting my bottoms in his pocket.

As I walked fully nude across the parking lot, I couldnt help but think that I shouldn’t be doing this, what if my boyfriend finds out? But the thought of being wanted so bad was overwhelming and i loved it. As soon as we were inside Ron’s apartment I gave them both a deep kiss and went down on my knees. I wanted both of their cocks in my mouth right then. The sight of 2 cocks with long gray hair made me even wetter. I had never been with more than one guy at a time and I’d certainly never been with an older guy, but both of those would change today.

“Mmm, thats such a good girl” said Ron as I licked his balls and shaft while stroking Freddy.

“I gotta fuck that tight little pussy” said Freddy, as he took me by the hand and led me to the couch. Ron took a seat and I continued to suck him while Jerry took his position behind me. I felt his large cock enter and I let out a loud moan. “Oh god, fuck me!!!” i screamed. Ron pushed my head back down onto his shaft.

“Mmm. I haven’t had a pussy this tight in years sweetie” said Freddy as he pounded me from behind. I could tell Ron was getting close to orgasm as i sucked his cock. I took it out of my mouth and began licking and sucking on his balls.

“I want you to cum in me baby” I said as I turned my head to see Freddy. He was getting close too. “And i want you to cum in my mouth” I said to Ron.

Freddy came first. I felt his hot load fill my little pussy up. Then I felt Ron push my head down harder on his shaft until his warm sticky load filled my throat. I swallowed every drop of it.

All 3 of us sat there for a while basking in the ecstasy of what had just happened.

“You owe me $500” said Freddy to Ron.

“Wait, what?” I said.

“We had a bet that we could get you to fuck us before June” replied Freddy.

Maybe I should have been upset, but honestly all I could feel was complete ecstasy at that moment. “Well, give me half and we can go again” I said as I leaned over and took Freddy’s cock in my mouth again.

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Willow never expected having to ask her brother to put his cock in her mouth at all, let alone on camera. Nerves flutter like moths in her stomach as she watches him stumble around the kitchen, clearly fresh from a nap. He likes to sleep while she’s recording — she’s fine with that. Reduces the awkwardness. Sure, they tease each other about it all the time, but that’s just sibling teasing. The first time he offered to help her get some noise-muffling cushions for her walls was the most uncomfortable conversation they’d ever had.

And she’s about to amp it up to 100.

“…hey, Hunter?”

“Mmph?” He turns to face her, cheeks bulging from the sandwich he’s trying to eat in only two bites. He chews for a moment, his eyes drifting up and down the length of her entire body, and swallows. “Aren’t you supposed to be live right now?”

“My stream’s on hold for a few minutes. I, uh… I actually have to ask you a question.” God, the room is so cold when she’s barely wearing any clothes. She hugs herself tightly — then realizes that when her tightened arms push her breasts up and out, his eyes lock on. Is that just a shadow on his pants, or is he turned on by her almost nudity? This could work in her favor. “So…I got a request with a donation promise of a thousand dollars if I do it.”

“Hell yeah. Do it. Make that money.” He starts to turn as if leaving, but she stops him cold with her next sentence.

“My chat wants me to give you head on camera.”

He doesn’t say a word for several long, uncomfortable seconds. Finally he turns back to face her. “They…what?”

She can’t meet his eyes. “They want me to give you a blowjob on camera.”

“Do…they know who I am? That I’m… that we…”

“Yeah. That’s why they want me to do it.”

There’s no mistaking it this time. His side profile includes a prominent bulge, one that refuses to stay hidden beneath his shorts. He takes a slow, shuddering breath. “I… I dunno, Willow. That’s… a lot.”

“I’ll give you half.” The words slip out unbidden, and she can’t believe that she even said them. What is wrong with her? He’s hesitating — she could have simply shut up and walked away, but here she is, practically begging him to let her suck his cock on camera. The very thought makes her pussy throb under her skirt. Fuck. Is she attracted to her big brother? That’s not a question she ever thought she’d have to ask herself.

He lets out a short bark of laughter, but it sounds weak, forced. “Bribing me, huh? This gig means enough to you that you’ll get down and dirty with your brother to make a quick buck.”

But his cock isn’t going down.

Willow steps forward and folds her hands demurely in front of her hips, pushing her chest out further. “Please?” Her tone is soft, low, the same tone she uses for her chat when she wants them to donate big bucks. “I’ll do whatever you want — I’ll give you the whole donation. That’s all you need to get your old muscle car, right? A thousand dollars? It’s yours. Just a little blowjob — it’s not wrong, it’s not sex. You just close your eyes and pretend I’m Klara Tegan. That’s not hard to do, right?”

She’s got him there. He inhales sharply at the mention of his muscle car, lets out a strained groan when she mentions his favorite porn star. “…fine. Let me finish my drink. Text me when you’re ready.”

Without another word, he storms out of the room and into his, slamming the door behind him. She waits until he’s definitely gone before skipping back to her room, her face practically glowing with delight. Yes! She’s gonna suck her brother’s dick on camera! That thousand dollars won’t be the only donation she gets from this — hell, she’s made nearly two grand on this stream alone. The way this month is going, that thousand will be a drop in the bucket she won’t even miss.

She refuses to admit to herself that it’s a bit disturbing how willing she is to suck off her brother for a measly thousand dollars.

She has to ready herself to restart her stream. She knows she has hundreds of people waiting for her — sure, a few may have left, escort karkamış but for the most part, not many would. Not with such a lucrative offer on the table. She takes a slow, steadying breath, then throws on her usual seductive mask. Time to click GO LIVE.

“Hello, lovelies,” Willow purrs into the mic. A little thrill of glee surges through her when she sees the viewer count skyrocket to almost a thousand people within seconds of the little “LIVE” icon appearing on her icon. That’s a world record, it has to be. Take that, Klara Tegan!

“Hmm, I wonder what has you all so excited to see lil’ ol’ me today.” She presses a finger to her chin and raises her eyes to the ceiling, pretending to ponder the answer. All of them know, including her, but several comments are more than happy to remind her. “Oh, right! You all want to watch me lose my innocence to my very own flesh-and-blood brother. How naughty of you all…” She waggles her finger admonishingly, though her lips spread wide in a devious smile. “Well, is the sexy man who issued the challenge still in the chat? It wouldn’t be fair to do any of this if he isn’t here to witness with his own eyes…”

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I’m here, sweet thing… how about you show us all how you uphold YOUR end of the bargain

She can’t help but let out a single peal of laughter. “So impatient… well, I suppose I’ve kept all of you waiting long enough. Let me get him in here.”

He enters the room in seconds after she hits send on the text message summons, almost as if he was waiting outside. She spins around to greet him with her sultry smile, specially made just for the camera. “Well hi there, Hunter… why don’t you come over here, say hi to your audience.”

As he shuffles over to stand directly beside her, knuckles gleaming as he grips the back of the chair he’ll be sitting in, she sneaks a peek at his crotch. He’s not hard as a rock, like he was earlier, but there’s definitely a little chub going on there. Mm, she can help with that. A wave of guilt traces its cold fingers across her chest. She shouldn’t be so excited to go down on her brother. If it were anyone else, she’d already have her face buried in that lap — that hesitance is a good thing, she has to keep reminding herself. This is her brother, not the hottest guy at her old high school. This isn’t something she needs to be excited about. She just has to pretend for a while, just for a little while. She just needs to pretend that this is another guy, put on a fun little act for the camera, and give Hunter his $1000.

Hush money, Willow realizes now. It’s more than just a bribe. It’s hush money. It’s a silent plea for him not to tell anyone that she sucked him off — especially if he finds out she’s excited to do it.

“I think you’re ready,” she murmurs, reaching for his sweatpants. He shudders, but she can’t tell if it’s shame and revulsion or repressed excitement. He doesn’t pull away, allowing her to tease the skin just above the waistband. “Mm, you’re a little nervous, huh?”

“Mmyeh.”

“Would it help if I…distracted you?” She pushes him into the chair, then straddles his lap so her chest presses against his. His heart is pounding, each thump matching her own. She swallows hard, nervously, before offering him a light smile. “Relax,” she teases, leaning closer and closer until his hot breath brushes her lips. “Let your baby sister take care of you.”

The ease at which their lips lock, like two long-lost puzzle pieces finally molding together, is enough to drench her panties — and his sweatpants. They groan in soft agonized tandem. She can feel his cock swelling beneath her, pressing against her insistently. She shifts her weight lower so their heat throbs together, just like their lips. It’s a rather chaste kiss — to begin with. Soft gentle suction, tasting each other with little swipes of their tongues, soft moans. His hands flutter over her hips, up her sides, until they’re against the side of her breasts.

She wants him to rip her clothes off and karkamış escort bayan fuck her. A terrible thought, one she dismisses immediately. This is acting, she reminds herself fiercely for the umpteenth time. You’re pretending he’s Carter Garrison. You want to fuck Carter, not Hunter. Get it together, for fuck’s sake!

Besides, he can’t rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless. The offer was for her to give him head, not actually fuck her. The only reason she’s not on her knees yet is because they need to give the camera a show.

His tongue pushes past her lips — she opens them for him, slipping her own tongue into his mouth, silent consent. As soon as he realized she was giving him blanket permission to continue, his kiss grew aggressive. He invaded her mouth and threatened to suck the air from her very lungs. His tongue probes every inch, lapping over her teeth and entangling with her own. His eyes are shut, and for that, she is grateful. She can’t do open-eye kisses. They’re…uncomfortable.

Willow can’t stop her hands from wandering all over his chest — she’s always loved a muscular man, and Hunter is no joke. She’s seen him shirtless before. That image flashes in her mind as she explores every inch of him, a visual diagram of which muscles she’s worshiping and which needs her attention next.

He can’t stop his hands from wandering either. They grip her ass firmly, lifting her with ease long enough to adjust his position before roaming up to grope her chest. He squeezes and pinches with loving care, causing enough friction to draw soft gasps against his lips without drawing pain. She whimpers softly when he finds her nipple through her mesh shirt. His nail scrapes so gently against her raspberry bud, yet she moans as loudly as if he’d pinched it. “Hunter,” she sighs, remembering with a holt that she has an audience to entertain. “Hunter, I want to suck your cock. May I suck your cock?”

He doesn’t reply with words, instead showing his desire by lifting her by her hips and guiding her to her knees in front of him. As soon as he’s leaned back in the chair again, she leans forward, hands suddenly shaking. She’s never sucked a cock before. Learning on her brother is suddenly…terrifying. Not in its inherent wrongness, but in how close they are. She can’t explain the sudden need to impress him, but it’s overwhelming, all-encompassing. There’s an insane amount of pressure to find a happy middle ground. If she’s not good at it, the awkwardness between them will shatter their friendship. If she’s too good at it, things will be just as uncomfortable — he’d never believe that he’s her first if she ends up having a natural talent for it. It will solidify the idea that she’s only doing this for the money.

Which she is, of course. She’s not attracted to her brother. Her pussy is so wet because he knows how to touch her body in all the right places. She was horny before she talked to him. She was pretending to be making out with someone else. The excuses are endless — but in the end, she’s beginning to realize that they are, indeed, just excuses.

As she pulls his cock out of his pants, she notices that he’s as nervous as she is. He’s having a little trouble staying hard. She can help with that. Throwing a sultry wink at the camera, she slips the tip of her tongue to slide it slowly across the curve of his head. She doesn’t know what she’s doing exactly — the closest thing to a cock she’s swallowed is just a silicon dildo, but it helped her get the basics down. Time to test her self-taught knowledge. Her tongue dances across him, dragging up the length of his cock before slipping back down. It tastes amazing. She can’t describe it even if she wants to — but that’s okay. Her audience is here to see her suck her brother’s cock, not listen to her describe how he tastes like this is some kind of mukbang.

Just her tongue isn’t going to get the job done though. Willow wraps her lips tentatively around him and twirls her tongue around his head until he pants above her. A soft moan bubbles karkamış escort in her throat at the sound of his need. This feels right. She never imagined putting a man’s cock in her mouth — certainly not her brother’s. But this feels perfect and right and she needs him to teach her how to worship him properly.

His hand rests on her head, his fingers weaving into her pale blonde hair. She expects him to hold her still so he can ram her throat — but to her surprise, he instead begins to pet her. A gentle nudge to the top of her head shows her that he wants to go deeper into her mouth. She almost doesn’t notice, too lost in exploring every ridge, every curve, of his head with the tip of her tongue, and lapping up every drop of the salty hot liquid that dribbled from its opening. He wants her to go deeper. She opens her eyes for just a moment, pausing in her ministration to study the barely contained need in his glittering emerald stare. He wants it. Needs it. Needs her to take more of his cock into her mouth.

But she hesitates.

Her gag reflex is already swelling with a warning. She’s only taken him about halfway, and he wants her to go deeper. Can she? What if she –? Oh god, that would be so embarrassing if she… no, she wouldn’t think it. She can do this. What was it Daddy always says? ‘Fake it til you make it’? She can do this. She didn’t think she’d make it so far as a cam girl, yet here she is. She can give Hunter the deepthroat he wants more than anything in the world right now.

The low groan above her as she inches lower and lower is the only warning she gets.

Willow snatches another breath before Hunter’s cock begins slamming in brief, short thrusts in her throat. Her hips jerk forward at the burst of stimulation, grinding her pussy against the carpet of her floor without any input from her brain. Her entire cunt burns with desire, with need. She wants to moan, to gasp, to whine and whimper and scream his praises. Her mouth, however, is extremely full, and her mind a little preoccupied. Every time he thrusts forward, the head of his cock punches against the base of her throat and forces her to gag around his monstrous girth. Every gag forces hot wet saliva into her mouth, wetting his cock so he could slip in and out more easily. It quickly becomes a vicious, endless cycle, one that brings both pain and pleasure in a confusing mess that pools between her throbbing thighs.

With her gagging, convulsing throat around his cock, Hunter clearly isn’t going to last much longer. It’s easy for even the inexperienced Willow to tell he’s getting closer — what had been mere moans become now muffled grunts as he fucks her mouth like it’s any other hole. His thrusts speed and become more erratic in his final sprint towards climax. His whole body shudders under her fingers and with a final, balls deep thrust into her mouth, his cock pulses and even noticeably fattens with the volume of cum that floods her belly. Streams of hot, salty seed hoses from his cock, emptying his balls deep inside her. Willow can’t help but feel lucky — it’s being pumped so deep that she doesn’t have to give much effort to swallowing.

Finally, it ends. Willow pulls away with a gasp for air, staring up at him with new eyes. Hunter…fuck, Hunter has a massive cock and he knows how to use it — at least, as far as her mouth is concerned. And his cum… god, it tastes so good. She licks her lips without thinking, lowering her eyes back to his messy cock, coated with her saliva and his cum. She lowers back down and cleans him with long, slow swipes, until she can taste nothing but hot skin. Perfect! Just in time — the donation ding rings one final time.

DADDY_4_U HAS DONATED $1500!

Good girl… good show. Here’s a little extra, for his trouble. I’ll be around.

Thank god. She’s still panting for air — she doesn’t have the energy to continue the stream after the mouth-fucking she just received. “Thank you so much for watching, guys!” she announces cheerfully, pushing herself to her feet by pressing her palms to Hunter’s knees. He grabs her side to help her keep her balance as the blood rushes to her head. Her balance is completely shot! “Remember to follow me to get a notification when I go live, and subscribe for exclusive content and support me! Thank you so much for all the donations and support, and I’ll see you guys soon!”

By the time she clicks END STREAM, Hunter is gone.

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I was 18 years old and had just recently graduated high school. I had already been accepted and given a full scholarship to a college that was within driving distance from home. After much discussion between my mother and me, I decided to remain at home and just commute to college. Mom had been particularly happy to keep me at home, though she had discussed with me the benefits of college life if I had lived in a dorm. She never tried to stack the deck against me living on campus but had just discussed the pros and cons of either option. I could tell she wanted me to stay home but was leaving the decision up to me. When I had finally decided to remain at home, mom had beamed at me and seemed particularly determined to keep me happy with the idea.

I am 6′ 175lbs, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Running track and swimming had toned my body into the practically iconic swimmer’s physique. Mom is 38 years old and had kept in shape as best she could as a single mother. She had received a rather substantial hush-money payment from my father just before was born. My birth was the result of a year-long love affair that had ended with my mom becoming pregnant and my father coming clean that he was married and had children. Apparently mom had been crushed by the news and had been completely unaware of my dad’s double life. My mom had the good sense to see through my cheating father’s promises and had insisted on a completely airtight child support agreement in exchange for the NDA that my father was demanding. The result has been that my mother and I were financially secure. My mom had in fact impressed her lawyer so much, that she had been offered a job at the law firm which had allowed mom to earn enough money that she was able to save all of the child support money.

I had never been interested in meeting my dad and after hearing about how he had treated my mom, I certainly felt no family bonds with the man. Throughout my life, I had taken it upon myself to never insinuate or hint at wanting to meet the man and had made it a point of never referring to him at all. Mom and I had always had a close relationship and were very protective of each other. I have never seen her dating anyone and certainly never heard her talking about wanting to date. I had thought that she just felt uncomfortable discussing the topic with me or bringing a date home with her, due to our mutual feelings of disgust for my father. I had begun to feel bad for my mom always being alone and had wondered if she was lonely. In respect to her, I never brought a girl home and made it a point to never discuss relationships with her. I just figured we were both private people who preferred to keep our romantic lives separate from our home lives in respect to each other’s feelings.

It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that I found out that mom hadn’t dated at all or had a romantic partner since my dad. She had admitted that she had thrown all of her attention and energy into raising me and keeping her job. By the time I was old enough and she had realized that she could begin dating again, she couldn’t make herself want to date anyone. Hearing mom admit to being celibate, I tried to suggest that she should date and not spend her life alone. Mom had simply smiled and shrugged, saying that she had a successful career and a loving son and was perfectly content with her life.

I had felt both happy and ashamed that mom was willing to sacrifice her own happiness just to raise me. I had made it a point of always helping out when I could and had become even more independent than I had been. I went out of my way to help mom in any way I could. By the end of my senior year of high school, mom and I were practically joined at the hip. We had always been very affectionate towards each other, but never in any taboo sense. It wasn’t until my mom blushed fiercely at my comment about staying with her in our home rather than moving out for college that I came to realize that I wanted my mother sexually.

Mom was very attractive. She had blonde hair and blue eyes like me. Her figure was perfect in my opinion, with DD breasts and a large ass that swayed erotically when she walked. She had the perfect smile that showed off her cute dimples and I made it a point to make her smile as much as possible. She seemed happiest when we would cuddle on the couch and would melt into my body as I would wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

With my active running and swimming schedule and her long hours at work, we had both come to enjoy giving and receiving massages from each other. We had actually purchased massage oils and had perfected our techniques on each other. Whoever was receiving the massage would be naked and laying on a towel on mom’s bed, with another towel covering their ass. During one such massage, I had observed mom spread her legs as she lay on her stomach, giving me an obvious view of her shaved pussy and puckered asshole. Without touching either of her delectable-looking otele gelen gaziantep escort holes, I had still massaged her inner thighs and ass cheeks, earning soft moans of pleasure from mom. I could clearly see pussy juices collecting on mom’s pussy lips and desperately wanted to drop my head and sample her on my tongue.

Not knowing if her arousal was simply due to the oil massage or if my mother wanted me sexually like I wanted her, I began to tease her pussy and asshole by massaging all around them but never actually touching either hole. Mom continued to moan softly and even spread her legs further. Fighting my urge to kiss and lick her holes, I continued to tease all around them until I watched a drop of pussy juice drip from mom’s pussy. Acting fast, I quickly caught the drop with my finger before it could touch the towel underneath her. Smiling deviously, I licked the drop off my finger and moaned quietly as I tasted mom’s juice.

After that, I told mom that I was finished with her back and instructed her to turn over. Mom turned over onto her back as I laid another towel over let luscious breasts, but not before I observed how hard her nipples were. As I continued to massage her body, I began massaging the undersides of her breasts, causing more moans from mom and causing her to squirm under my touch. Wanting to give my mother an escape route if she was in any way uncomfortable, I asked, “Is this ok, mom?”

Mom nodded her head and whispered out, “Yes, honey. It feels amazing. Please don’t stop.”

Smiling at mom’s pleas, I returned my attention to her and began massaging all of her luscious DD breasts. Mom moaned softly and continued to squirm her lower body so much that the towel covering her pussy slid off her body. Neither of us indicated that we noticed and mom continued to move her lower body sensually as she spread her legs more. Taking a chance, I grazed my thumbs over her rock-hard nipples causing mom to moan loudly and her hips to jerk upward. I continued to grope her large breasts as I teased her nipples making mom continue to erotically roll her hips and moan in pleasure.

Feeling more adventurous, I slid one hand down her body and slowly groped her ass cheek. Mom moaned and seemed to grind her ass into my hand as I squeezed her ass cheek. Going further, I began placing tender kisses along her stomach and up her naked breast. Mom gasped in pleasure as I latched my lips around her rock-hard nipple and began to suck and flick my tongue over the hard nub. I felt her hand trail through my hair as she held my face to her breast. Taking this as a clear sign to keep going, I continued to suck her nipple as I massaged her other breast and nipple with my other hand. Wanting to up my stimulation, I slowly slid my hand from her ass to her inner thigh. Allowing mom the opportunity to stop me, I slowly massaged and teased her inner thighs. Mom ground her hips into my hand and spread her legs further apart for me.

Taking this as a clear invitation, I began gently trailing my fingers around her pussy. Mom moaned and pressed herself into my touch. I then trailed my fingers between her very wet pussy lips and up to her clit, causing mom to gasp loudly and buck her hips against my fingers. Without penetrating mom’s pussy, I began teasing her pussy lips and rubbing her clit. Mom moaned louder and pulled my head harder against her breast. Smiling around her nipple, I grazed my teeth across her sensitive nub causing mom to moan loudly and grip my hair tightly in her hand.

Deciding to stop playing around, I kissed my way over her breast, up her chest and neck, and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. We both moaned into the kiss and mom tightened her grip on my hair as she pulled my face harder into her. Mom began trailing her hands over my body until she reached my shirt. She then quickly pulled my shirt over my head before pulling my face back to hers to continue our kiss. Mom then forcefully shoved my pants and boxers down and pulled me on top of her. Neither of us were speaking as I kicked off my pants and climbed on top of my naked mother. I eased my hard cock into her wet pussy as mom moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my sides. I latched my lips back on hers so we could continue to kiss passionately as I began the slow thrusts of my very hard cock into my mother’s wet pussy. Mom and I moaned into the kiss as we clung to each other’s bodies.

Feeling mom begin to grind her hips into my thrusts, I took this as a sign to add more speed and force to my thrusts. As I began fucking mom harder and faster, she moaned louder and clung to me tighter. Neither of us had spoken a word as our passions had us practically in heat for each other. Mom was grinding her pussy harder into my thrusts as my hard cock battered away at her wet pussy. I had one hand on her luscious ass cheek and my other on the back of her head gaziantep otele gelen escort as we continued to kiss passionately. Mom quickly began to moan louder and faster into the kiss as I felt her pussy practically flood with hot juices. Mom’s hands clung to me desperately as she bucked and ground her hips into my thrusts. Breaking the kiss, I trailed kisses to her ear and whispered huskily into her ear, “Cum for me, mom. I want to feel your pussy come unglued around my hard cock when you orgasm.”

Mom moaned louder than ever and shook underneath me as her orgasm crashed over her. She clung to my body and pressed her face into my neck as she gasped for breath. Feeling my mother’s pussy spasming around my hard cock felt amazing but I wanted to hold off on my first orgasm with her. As I slowed my thrusts, mom began kissing her way along my jawline until she captured my lips for a lazy kiss.

Feeling her begin to press herself against my hard cock told me she wanted more, so I rolled us over until she was on top. I then trailed my hands from her ass cheeks to her breasts as she sat up on my hard cock and moaned at the depth I reached inside her pussy. She began to move her hips to work my hard cock inside her. Mom moaned and sighed at the stimulation my hard Vick was giving her pussy and my hands were giving her breasts.

Smiling as I looked up at her blissful face and closed eyes, I lifted my head and captured a nipple between my lips to suck. Mom sighed again as she felt my gentle suction and tongue flicking over her nipple. She braced her hands on my chest and began working her wet pussy up and down my hard cock as she moaned in pleasure. I trailed my hands back down to her ass cheeks and began kneading them in my hands. Mom was quickly working us both toward orgasm as she continued to moan in pleasure.

Her moans took on a desperate tone as her need to orgasm increased. I moaned around her nipple as I felt my lust increase. I then moved my mouth to her other nipple and continued to suck. Mom was working herself into a frenzy as she smashed her pussy on my hard cock. Her moans were faster and growing in volume as her orgasm built. Knowing we would both orgasm soon, I began to graze my teeth over her nipple again.

Mom’s reaction was monumental as she slammed her pussy down hard onto my cock and cried out in orgasm. Feeling her pussy trembling around my hard cock again sent me over the edge and I let her nipple fall from my mouth as I moaned in pleasure. My hard cock swelled and then burst as I unloaded a flood of hot cum deep inside mom’s pussy. Mom moaned in pleasure as she felt my cum spraying into her pussy.

Mom then collapsed onto my chest and snuggled against me as she sighed contentedly. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as she relaxed in my arms. I felt her whole body relax on top of me as she began to succumb to her exhaustion. I smiled as I remembered that this was the first time she had sex in years and wasn’t used to two orgasms so close together. I smirked as I thought that I would enjoy working on her stamina.

The next morning, mom woke up first and quickly disentangled herself from me before crawling out of bed and practically running into her bathroom. Fearing that she now regretted last night’s frivolity, I left the room and went to my bathroom. Deciding to give her some space, I went through my morning routine and joined her in the kitchen for breakfast. Mom refused to look at me for a long time and seemed overly embarrassed at last night’s fun.

I let her keep to herself for several hours, though I tried to begin several conversations as she kept her remarks to the bare minimum. Finally deciding to end this situation, I walked up to her and hugged her body to me. Mom at first began to melt into my embrace, but soon tried to push me away. Holding her close, I asked, “Mom, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Mom shook her head as she whispered, “Last night shouldn’t have happened. I was just too needy and worked up. I’m sorry, honey. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. It was wrong of me to do that to you.”

I shook my head as I continued to hold her to me as I rubbed her back soothingly. Mom seemed to relax a little as I tried explaining that we hadn’t done anything wrong and that we were consenting adults. I told her that we had both enjoyed ourselves and neither of us had anything to feel sorry for. But mom shook her head as she looked up at me with tears in her eyes as she said, “But it’s incest.”

I held her tightly as I asked sternly, “If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t enjoy it, I will drop the subject and never speak of it again.”

Mom shook her head and refused to meet my eyes. She again tried to pull away, but I held her firmly in my arms as I said, “I’m not letting this go, mom. You enjoyed yourself and orgasmed twice. You needed this and I was happy to give it gaziantep otele gelen escort bayan to you. I enjoyed myself too. I’d be happy to prove how much I enjoyed myself again, right now, mom.”

Mom squeaked as she caught my meaning and tried to pull away again, but I still refused to let her go as I backed her against the wall and began trailing kisses down her neck as I whispered huskily, “If you want me to stop, just say so, mom. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.”

Mom was unable to speak as I continued to kiss her neck. She moaned in pleasure as she began to grip my arms. I slid my hands down to grope her ass cheeks as I whispered into her ear, “You orgasmed twice on my hard cock last night, mom. Why didn’t you tell me to stop? You wanted me as much as I wanted you. You needed me and I was more than happy to give you what you needed. I’m still happy to give you what you need.”

Mom moaned softly at my words, the feeling of my hands groping her ass cheeks, and my body pressed against hers. She looked up at me with wide and needful eyes, as I continued, “I took it easy on you last night, mom. I was still hard when you fell asleep with my cock inside you. I could have kept going. Can you imagine how many times you would have orgasmed if I had kept going?”

Mom let out a needy whine as she gripped my arms tighter and pressed herself into me. I smiled down at her as I took her hand and guided it to my hard cock, as I said, “I’m rock hard for you, mom. Can you feel that? Can you imagine how amazing it would feel to have my hard cock slide into your pussy? I bet your pussy is soaking wet right now. Maybe I should check….”

I slid one hand down into her panties and trailed my fingers tenderly between her pussy lips, causing mom to moan and grind her pussy against my fingers. I smiled as I teased her pussy and said, “You’re soaking wet, mom. Are you this wet for me, your only son? Do you want me to stop, mom? But I can feel how wet your pussy is, mom. And I know what you really want.”

With that, I dropped to my knees and trailed my hands down mom’s body until I reached her pants. Gripping the top of her pants, I looked up and asked, “Do you want me to stop, mom?”

Mom shook her head no as I kept eye contact with her and began to pull her pants and panties down. I pulled her pants down to her ankles and she quickly stepped out of them as I trailed my hands back up her thighs. Keeping eye contact, I placed a gentle kiss on her shaved pubic bone making mom gasp. I smiled up at her as I smelled her arousal and said, “I’m going to make you orgasm now, mom. If you want me to stop, say so now.”

Mom remained silent as I trailed my tongue from her clit to between her very wet pussy lips. Mom threw her head back, grabbed the back of my head, and moaned in pleasure. I began trailing my tongue up and down between her wet folds as she continued to moan in pleasure. I moaned as I sucked each pussy lip into my mouth and enjoyed her juices. Looking up at mom’s heaving chest as she continued to hold her head back, I smiled as I let my tongue begin to probe her pussy.

Mom immediately bucked her hips as my tongue entered her pussy. I watched as she brought her head down to stare into my eyes with an overwhelmed smile. I began swiping my tongue deep into her pussy as I gauged her reactions. Mom bit her lower lip as she moaned in desire and ground her pussy against my face. I smiled against her pussy as I gripped her ass cheeks to hold her in place. I started to tongue fuck her wet pussy and aimed as deeply as I could making mom moan deeply.

I noticed my nose was pressed firmly against mom’s clit, so I started to give her more stimulation by rubbing and circling her clit with my nose as I continued to tongue fuck her pussy. Mom’s mouth dropped open and her lips trembled as she let out a long-winded moan of pleasure. She began nodding her head as if begging me to continue as I focused on bringing her to orgasm. Mom stopped grinding her pussy against my face as she began to press her back against the wall for support. I smiled as I watched her legs begin to shake as her chest heaved.

Looking up, I watched her eyes slide shut as she continued to moan in pleasure. My licking tongue was hitting her pussy amazingly well as I continued to stimulate her clit with my nose. Considering her reactions to me going down on her, I wondered how she would react to what else I had planned for her. I smiled against her pussy as I tightened my grip on her ass cheeks. I watched mom’s facial expression with rapt anticipation as I continued to work her pussy and clit. Mom was moaning louder and her grip on my head tightened as I felt her pussy tremble around my tongue.

Mom’s face then scrunched up and she held her eyes tightly shut as her moans grew louder. With a final cry of ecstasy, mom bucked her hips against my face as her orgasm crashed over her. I continued to lick deep into her pussy as I licked out all of her delicious juices. Mom rode out her orgasm against my face and seemed to come down with a satisfied sigh.

Smiling up at her I slowly withdrew my tongue from her pussy and smiled up at her, as I asked, “Does incest still feel wrong, mom? Would you like me to stop making you orgasm? I enjoyed making you cum on my tongue. You have a very tasty pussy. Maybe I should lick you more often. You certainly seem more relaxed now.”

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Voici une histoire en 13 parties sur le thème de la soumission d’une enseignante.

Il s’agit d’une traduction d’un texte de « Anne ».

Avertissement : Certains passages sont assez durs et peuvent choquer. Si vous avez l’âme sensible, fermez cette page.

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1 – L’arrivée à l’école.

Les bâtiments étaient vieux et respiraient la tradition. Anne aimait ce lieu avec le grand parc qui entourait cette école. Elle était heureuse d’avoir pris ce travail dans cette école privée plutôt que dans une école publique. Elle suivit l’allée qui contournait le bâtiment jusqu’au parking du personnel. Bien que ce fût le jour juste avant la rentrée scolaire, il n’y avait qu’une demi-douzaine d’autres voitures. Elle trouva facilement une place pour sa petite Clio. Saisissant son petit sac, elle se dirigea vers la porte d’entrée. Elle se dit qu’elle récupérerait sa grosse valise plus tard, quand elle saurait où elle logerait.

Elle poussa la porte et se retrouva dans un long couloir désert. Incertaine, elle marcha en écoutant le son de ses pas. Apparemment la direction n’était pas fan de l’affichage des différents lieux. Il y avait des chiffres sur les portes mais aucun panneau n’indiquait où se trouvaient les bureaux de l’administration et celui du directeur.

Anne avançait en cherchant quand, tout à coup, deux adolescents sortirent d’une pièce. Les deux jeunes semblèrent tout aussi surpris qu’elle, mais après l’étonnement, deux paires d’yeux scrutèrent son corps puis se posèrent sur sa poitrine. Bien que Anne connaisse l’effet de ses gros seins sur les hommes, elle essayait toujours de les cacher dans des soutien-gorge amples. Elle rougit et s’efforça de rester calme. Elle se dit que ça ne servirait à rien de s’énerver la première fois qu’elle rencontrait des étudiants.

– Bonjour, je suis nouvelle ici. Pouvez-vous me dire où se trouve le bureau du directeur?

Bien qu’ils aient du mal, les deux garçons levèrent leurs yeux sur son visage. Un des deux, blond, ayant environ 18 ans sourit :

– Bien sûr mademoiselle. Au bout du couloir, à gauche, la dernière porte.

– Merci messieurs.

Elle repartit. Les garçons avaient l’air amicaux. Elle expira et sourit de sa nervosité. Elle trouva la porte désignée assez rapidement et se présenta au directeur. Lui aussi sembla amical et accommodant. Il avait un peu plus de cinquante ans, légèrement chauve et un peu en surpoids. Après quelques minutes de discussions sur la météo et son voyage, il en arriva aux choses sérieuses :

– Bien Mademoiselle POISTOUT, je suis sûr que vous êtes impatiente de savoir en quoi votre travail ici va consister. Je sais que c’est un peu inhabituel, mais puisque votre prédécesseur nous a quitté assez soudainement, vous allez devoir vous occuper d’une de nos deux classes de dernières années. Elle a 17 élèves dont douze garçons et 5 filles. Ils sont tous très bien. En vérité tous nos élèves se comportent très bien. Bien que comme vous le savez sûrement, les adolescents peuvent être chahuteurs. Monsieur BERGER s’occupe de l’autre classe et je suis sûr qu’il se fera un plaisir de vous aider. Êtes-vous prête pour cela?

Anne répondit en souriant :

– Oui bien sûr! Je sais qu’il me faudra de l’aide pour comprendre mon travail, mais je suis prête à travailler dur et à prendre conseil auprès des enseignants plus expérimentés.

Le directeur sourit :

– c’est l’esprit de ce pensionnat. D’autre part, vous devrez prendre des tours en tant que surveillante de dortoir, ou maîtresse de maison comme vous voulez.

Ils partagèrent un sourire avant que le directeur ne poursuive :

– Mais il y a un problème. Vous allez partager la responsabilité de la maison Emile ROUX qui abrite les 35 élèves de dernière année, avec Monsieur BERGER et deux autres enseignants. Il y a deux ailes, garçons et filles, bien sûr. Tous les professeurs doivent s’en occuper environ deux fois par semaine. Le problème, c’est que nous sommes à court de logements. Votre prédécesseur était marié et avait une maison dans le village. Ici, il n’avait qu’une petite chambre, juste pour ces soirs de service.

Anne l’interrompit.

– Mais je pensais que j’aurais un logement ici, je n’ai pas pris de disposition pour une location ailleurs. C’est dans le contrat d’ailleurs.

Le directeur leva la main.

– Attendez! En fait, vous avez un bel hébergement. Quand vous êtes arrivée, vous avez peut-être vu un petit chalet à gauche sous les arbres. C’était anciennement pour le jardinier. Je pensais vous y installer. C’est un peu petit, mais très agréable pour une personne seule comme vous. Le problème est que la seule chambre que vous pouvez avoir lors de vos nuits de service est du côté des garçons. Je les ai déjà avertis clairement qu’ils devront être décents dans le couloir et dans les salles de bain. Pensez-vous que ça ira?

Après le choc, Anne fut soulagée :

– Bien sûr, pas de problème. gaziantep ucuz escort Je garderai ma porte fermée et j’avertirai quand je quitterai la chambre.

Le directeur sourit. Il prit un trousseau de clé sur son bureau.

– Super. C’est la clé du chalet. Je vais appeler un de nos garçons pour qu’il vous indique le chemin. La soirée précédant la rentrée, nous organisons toujours un dîner pour les membres du personnel. Si vous pouvez être à 19 heures dans la salle à manger, je vous présenterai les autres professeurs.

Il décrocha le téléphone et composa deux numéros :

– Ici BONHOMME, qui êtes-vous? Ah MAURICE. Je souhaiterai que vous consacriez quelques minutes pour montrer à votre nouvelle professeure son logement dans la maison du jardinier… Non MAURICE, pas plus tard, maintenant…

Il raccrocha le téléphone en secouant la tête.

– La plupart de nos étudiants sont bien élevés, mais ce MAURICE a vraiment besoin d’une main ferme. Il se considère parfois au-dessus des règles. Il est très intelligent et son père très riche.

Le directeur sourit avant d’ajouter :

– Mais je suis sûr que vous allez pouvoir le tenir, il est dans votre classe.

Quelques minutes plus tard, on frappa à la porte et un jeune homme séduisant, aux cheveux noirs, entra en souriant de manière un peu sardonique. Le directeur fit les présentations, puis Anne suivit l’étudiant. A l’extérieur, celui-ci ralentit pour être à côté d’Anne et fixa ses seins. Elle fit semblant de ne pas le remarquer. Si elle râlait à chaque fois que les hommes regardaient sa poitrine, elle ne ferait que ça.

MAURICE identifia rapidement sa voiture. C’était probablement la seule qu’il n’avait jamais vue. Il se dirigea vers la porte passager et s’écarta comme pour attendre que Anne lui ouvre la porte. « Tu peux toujours attendre » pensa Anne en se dirigeant vers la porte conducteur. Elle entra et le jeune garçon fit de même. Tout de suite il recula le siège. Du coin de l’œil, Anne vit qu’il appréciait la vue sur son chemisier. Elle s’autorisa un petit sourire en pensant qu’il se branlerait probablement ce soir en se remémorant ses seins.

– Qu’est-ce qui est si amusant? Demanda soudainement MAURICE.

C’était les premiers mots qu’il avait prononcés depuis le bureau du directeur. Pendant une fraction de seconde, Anne eut l’idée de lui dire sa pensée, mais elle se retint.

– J’attends seulement mon nouveau travail avec impatience.

– Oh, je pensais que vous aimiez être seule avec moi.

Anne leva les yeux et le vit sourire.

– Ne vous faites pas d’idées MAURICE. Répondit-elle sèchement.

Le trajet jusqu’au chalet fut court. Tous les deux restèrent silencieux. Quand ils furent sortis de la voiture, MAURICE se tourna vers elle et dit, les yeux fermement fixés sur sa poitrine :

– Je suis sûr que nous nous verrons souvent Anne.

Il se lécha lentement les lèvres.

– Ce sera Madame POISTOUT pour vous MAURICE. Il semble que vous ayez oublié les bonnes manières pendant l’été. Mais soyez rassuré, vous allez les retrouver rapidement, je vais m’en occuper. Je suis une fervente partisane de la discipline. Vous pouvez partir maintenant.

Un instant, MAURICE sembla furieux d’être renvoyé de la sorte. Mais son visage se fendit d’un sourire de prédateur.

– D’autres ont essayé avant vous Madame POISTOUT.

Il mit un ton insolent sur le nom d’Anne, puis il ajouta :

– On verra qui va apprendre les bonnes manières.

Avant que la jeune femme ne puisse donner une réponse, il se détourna et marcha vers l’école. Anne soupira, à peine arrivée, elle avait déjà un élève à problèmes. Pourtant elle s’attendait que les étudiants d’une école privée se comportent mieux.

Elle se tourna et mit la clé dans la serrure.

2 – L’installation.

Le chalet fut une bonne surprise. Elle s’attendait à un appartement austère dans un immeuble bruyant, mais ça ressemblait plus à une petite maison de vacance bien aménagée. Certes, c’était petit, mais comme elle était célibataire, elle n’avait pas besoin d’une maison somptueuse. Elle entra directement dans un salon confortable avec une petite cuisine et un comptoir pour déjeuner. Les meubles étaient un peu démodés, mais l’endroit avait du caractère. Il y avait même une petite cheminée à foyer ouvert. Un couple de fauteuils confortables, une table basse et une petite commode occupaient la pièce. Sous une fenêtre, il avait été placé un petit bureau.

Deux portes ouvraient sur une salle de bain bien équipée avec toilette et une chambre à coucher. Anne sourit quand elle vit le grand lit. Elle aimait bien être à l’aise pour s’étirer. Mais le meilleur atout du logement était le jardin. La chambre et le salon avaient des portes -fenêtres qui donnaient sur un jardin clos. Il semblait un peu envahi par la végétation, mais en jardinant quelques week-ends, gaziantep ucuz escort bayan elle aurait un espace privé adorable. Cela compenserait les deux ou trois nuits dans la chambre petite comme un placard à balai pour surveiller les pensionnaires. Elle se promit de beaucoup travailler ces nuits-là pour pouvoir profiter des autres nuits dans son chalet.

Le son d’un carillon la fit sortir de ses pensées. Elle était à moitié chemin de la porte d’entrée quand elle réalisa que le son venait de l’intérieur de la pièce. Elle sourit en voyant la petite horloge sur la cheminée. Celle-ci indiquait 15 heures 30. Anne se dit que si elle se dépêchait de ranger ses affaires, elle pourrait profiter d’une heure sur sa terrasse avant d’aller dîner.

Elle récupéra ses deux valises ainsi que son ordinateur portable dans sa voiture et s’occupa à ranger le tout dans le chalet. Elle avait beaucoup de place, car elle avait laissé beaucoup de vêtement et presque tous ses livres chez ses parents pour les récupérer plus tard. Elle pensa qu’avec une bibliothèque près du bureau, elle pourrait tous les ranger. Elle eut un moment de panique quand elle se demanda où brancher son ordinateur, mais elle trouva une prise électrique et réseau derrière le bureau.

Il était presque 17 heures quand elle finit. Elle sourit en se disant qu’elle avait le temps pour une bonne douche et un peu de bronzage au soleil. Elle se dirigea vers la salle de bain puis s’arrêta. C’était son logement privé après tout. Alors elle alla se déshabiller dans sa chambre, mit ses vêtements dans la panière de linge sale. Puis, nue, elle alla dans la salle de bain.

Quand elle ouvrit la porte, elle se retrouva face à elle-même, complètement nue. Un grand miroir couvrait presque totalement le mur du fond. Elle leva les bras. Bien que ses seins n’aient pas commencé à s’affaisser, elle savait qu’ils étaient toujours plus jolis quand elle levait les bras. Marie lui avait dit. Elle rougit et écarta cette pensée. Elle se retourna et regarda par-dessus son épaule. Ses fesses étaient rondes et bien fermes, mais après quinze jours à Ibiza où elle n’avait pas bougé, elle se dit qu’il fallait qu’elle fasse de l’exercice pour les garder ainsi. Elle nota mentalement qu’il faudrait qu’elle demande au directeur si elle pouvait faire du jogging dans l’enceinte de l’école.

Quand elle se tourna à nouveau, ses yeux se posèrent sur le petit buisson blond entre ses jambes. Elle le gardait bien entretenu et ajusté à son bikini, mais elle aimait la texture soyeuse de cette petite touffe. Lentement elle passa sa main dedans. Ses mamelons réagirent instantanément. Cela faisait presque une semaine depuis…

Quand elle toucha ses petites lèvres, elle gémit doucement et ses jambes s’écartèrent légèrement. Ce n’est pas bien de se toucher devant un miroir. Depuis qu’elle avait oublié de verrouiller la porte de la salle de bain et que sa mère l’avait attrapée avec ses doigts entre ses jambes à l’âge de quatorze ans, elle craignait les remontrances qu’elle avait reçues à cette époque. Pourtant elle ne pouvait s’en empêcher. Hypnotisée, elle regarda ses doigts écarter ses poils et pénétrer entre les plis humides. Elle eut le souffle coupé quand ses doigts trouvèrent son clitoris. Elle commença à respirer bruyamment quand ils le caressèrent et le titillèrent. Sa main gauche commença à tripoter ses seins tandis qu’elle continua de se masturber. Enfin elle ne put se retenir et elle ne parvint pas à retenir le cri de jouissance intense.

Respirant fort, avec l’odeur de son excitation, elle resta debout une minute pour se calmer avant de passer sous la douche. L’eau la rafraîchit. Elle se sentit merveilleusement détendue et à l’aise quand elle s’allongea sur la chaise longue de sa terrasse. Ce n’est que lorsqu’elle rentra, qu’elle se rendit compte qu’elle était toujours nue.

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Contrairement à ses craintes, le dîner fut amusant. Les autres professeurs, une douzaine environ, formaient un groupe hétéroclite, mais tous lui semblèrent gentils. Elle eut immédiatement l’impression d’être intégrée. Après avoir mangé, quand ils se mélangèrent tous, un verre à la main, elle se tourna vers Nicolas BERGER, l’autre enseignant responsable de ses étudiants. Il était à peine plus âgé qu’elle, avec des cheveux bruns coupés court et une silhouette athlétique. Ils discutèrent du programme de l’année et il lui montra quels professeurs enseignaient les différentes matières. Il lui expliqua aussi ses tâches en tant que maîtresse de maison. Cela ne lui sembla pas trop difficile. Elle devait juste s’assurer que tout le monde soit présent à 22 heures et couché à Minuit. Il ajouta :

– Je crains que vous ne soyez responsable de l’aile des filles et des garçons. Nous ne sommes pas assez grands pour avoir des maisons séparées et nous passons nos nuits dans la fosse aux lions.

Soudainement il ucuz gaziantep escort sourit :

– Avez-vous déjà rencontré un de nos lions?

Quand Anne raconta sa rencontre avec Éric MAURICE (en laissant de côté les insinuations sexuelles), l’enseignant acquiesça :

– Ouais, c’est notre MAURICE, le roi de la maison. Son père a beaucoup d’argent à dépenser. Mais la vraie raison pour laquelle il est si gâté, c’est qu’il est non seulement beau mais aussi très intelligent. Quand il s’applique c’est un élève exceptionnel. Toutefois, même sans application, il reste un élève ayant toujours les meilleures notes. Tous les garçons suivent son exemple. Et toutes les filles… eh bien, elles l’adorent. Et il le sait. Il se considère comme irrésistible. Franchement, je serais étonné qu’il n’ait pas flirté avec vous. Mais ce n’est pas mon problème bien sûr.

Anne était sur le point d’admettre que MAURICE l’avait un peu dragué, mais elle repoussa l’idée, pas besoin d’expliquer tout ça. Quand les premières personnes commencèrent à partir, Anne s’excusa. Elle était venue à pied et le retour à son chalet dans l’obscurité fut agréable. Elle dormit profondément dans sa nouvelle maison.

3 – Service de Nuit.

Les premiers jours d’école se passèrent bien. Elle était entrée en salle de cours avec des papillons dans le ventre, mais les étudiants avaient été gentils et sages, plutôt disposés à accepter son autorité. Même Éric MAURICE avait montré son meilleur côté. Les autres cours qu’elle donna furent tout aussi faciles. Elle s’installa dans une routine en appréciant ce qu’elle faisait.

Quand elle entra à l’école tôt le jeudi soir pour sa première nuit de surveillance, elle était confiante. Sa chambre était tout petite mais pas tout à fait comme le placard à balais décrit. Il y avait un lit, une étagère et un bureau. C’est tout ce qu’elle avait besoin. Elle fit ses premiers tours en annonçant sa présence et en rappelant aux garçons qu’elle était de service et qu’ils devaient être décents s’ils se promenaient dans les couloirs. Ils semblèrent l’accepter sans hésitation. Le seul inconvénient était qu’elle devait utiliser les toilettes des filles qui se trouvaient tout au bout de l’aile.

Elle passa quelques heures à préparer ses cours, interrompue seulement lorsqu’elle dut sortir pour rappeler à certains garçons de ne pas être trop bruyants dans le couloir. Ils s’excusèrent immédiatement. A 22 heures, elle commença sa tournée pour vérifier que tout le monde était là. Elle passa quelques minutes à parler avec certaines des filles, puis elle retourna du côté des garçons. Elle frappa fort à la première porte et elle s’annonça. Elle attendit un moment puis entra. Les deux habitants de la chambre la saluèrent avec un sourire et rigolèrent :

– ALTMANE et PICSON, Madame!

– Bonne nuit Messieurs! Répondit-elle en souriant.

Ce n’était pas aussi difficile qu’elle le craignait. Les autres chambres ne présentèrent pas de problèmes non plus. Quand elle se dirigea vers la dernière, David GRIFFON, le camarade de chambre d’Éric MAURICE s’approcha. Il désigna la salle de bain et elle acquiesça. Elle frappa à la porte et s’annonça comme elle avait fait aux autres portes, puis elle entra. MAURICE était allongé sur son lit en pyjama. Il la regarda sans un mot.

– Bonsoir, tout va bien? Je vérifie que tout le monde est présent.

Le jeune garçon sourit insolemment.

– Présent? Oh oui je suis bien présent.

Il baissa les yeux et Anne suivit automatiquement son regard. Sous le fin tissu du pyjama, il avait une érection évidente.

– Voulez-vous vérifier ma présence de plus près, Madame POISTOUT?

Pendant une seconde, Anne eut l’impensable idée de casser son bluff et de le faire exposer sa virilité, mais bien sûr elle ne ferait jamais ça. Elle resta silencieuse.

– Impressionnée? Demanda MAURICE avec désinvolture.

– Je serais plus impressionnée par des résultats scolaires hors normes MAURICE.

Elle savait que c’était une réponse pas très appropriée mais ce fut la seule réponse qui lui vint à l’esprit. Elle tourna les talons et partit.

« Qu’est-ce que c’est que ce garçon? ». Elle était habituée à ce que les hommes regardent son corps et ses seins en particulier, mais MAURICE semblait vouloir aller plus loin. En même temps il était assez intelligent pour ne pas être trop évident. Elle haussa les épaules. Il n’irait nulle part avec elle. Elle retourna dans sa chambre et ferma la porte derrière elle. Elle décida de se mettre à l’aise et d’enfiler son propre pyjama. Puis elle s’allongea sur le lit pour lire un moment. A minuit, elle sortit pour une dernière vérification. Tout était calme. Mais lorsqu’elle revient de chez les filles, elle rencontra MAURICE qui sortait des toilettes. Comme il était minuit passé, elle attendit qu’il entre dans sa chambre. Le garçon prit son temps et se dirigea vers elle en la regardant. Avant d’ouvrir la porte de sa chambre il se retourna une dernière fois.

– Superbe! Sourit-il en regardant sa poitrine.

Quand Anne baissa les yeux, elle réalisa que, dans le couloir froid, ses mamelons avaient durci et pointaient à travers la soie fine de son pyjama. Elle releva les yeux en essayant de trouver une réplique cinglante, mais le garçon avait déjà disparu dans sa chambre.

A suivre…

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Part 10- If They Only KnewRosa had said several times that one of the unique things about our relationship was that, in a brief period, we were sharing our most intimate fantasies … those related to spanking anyway.  It was certainly the most I’d ever shared about my wants and desires, but it seemed obvious that a common interest such as we had would naturally generate such openness.  Rosa wished that were true, and having no other experience to go on, I had to acknowledge her view of the world as truth … at least until I’d seen otherwise.Extended periods of time apart made our phone calls that much more precious … and stimulating!  Our conversation still centered almost entirely on our favorite pastime and rarely went into anything but the most superficial of small talk.  After a couple of months, I started wondering how long it could last because our discussion made it plainly obvious that we still had almost nothing in common, and were it not for a mutual love of a sore, red bottom, we’d have nothing.  Further, we both openly acknowledged it by openly discussing how to find and connect with other fans of spanking.Still, we spoke of getting together again and a couple of months after her trip south, I made another trip to New York.  Rosa didn’t get as much vacation as I did so she couldn’t take the time off as I had for her, but staying at her home still allowed us many opportunities to put each other across our respective knees for a good bottom smacking. As an early riser, I would get up with her, often before, to share breakfast and take her to work so I’d have her car to use during the day.  I don’t cook much of anything, but I can make a rather good breakfast and did so for her several of the days I was there.  One breakfast was made more memorable than the rest when Rosa found fault with my preparation of her eggs and bent me over the table for a fast and furious spanking to make sure I didn’t do it again.One of the private topics we often shared on the phone was the way a really sore bottom sikiş izle might affect activities immediately following a long, hard spanking, whether one was just going to bed … sleeping face down, of course … or having to be with other people unaware of your condition.  Rosa mentioned more than once how she had never had to go to work and face her colleagues with the pain of a really sore bottom to distract her … clarifying the difference between a night-before spanking versus one just received.  When she was a little bitchy one morning, I decided to make sure she no longer considered this an experience she had not had yet.  I offered to pick her up for lunch and she agreed with a grumble.  As we drove her to work in her ‘big, stupid car’, I formulated a plan.After dropping her off at work, I started looking for a park. Why not make it a public spanking as well and hit two of her favorite fantasies.  I knew of two parks within a reasonable distance of her office, and I came upon a third as I surveyed the other two.  The last turned out the best with a nice bench under a tree, in full view of most of the park, yet far enough away from the masses and a clear view of who might be able to see us.Next, I had to find a good deli nearby so I could get a good picnic lunch that wasn’t just fast food.  Rosa had mentioned a place called Dominic’s as a place she frequented for lunch, so I went to check it out and found your typical great New York deli with great hot sandwiches … pastrami, corned beef, club sandwiches, etc. Finally, I went back to the house to have breakfast, shower, and dress, after which it was almost time to leave.  I grabbed the leather paddle I’d brought from Florida, hid it in the back of the van and set off for Dominic’s.  I got there early intentionally to avoid being held up by the lunch rush.  After getting our lunch I headed back to her office and arriving about ten minutes early, settled in to wait for her to come out.  I didn’t have to wait long as she had seen me pull brazzers up and her boss let her go early.”Mmm, something smells good!” she said as she got in smelling the hot pastrami.  While I was planning earlier, I realized I wasn’t really sure what she’d worn today except that I was pretty sure it was a dress and made a mental note to pay attention to it when I picked her up.  She wore a light summer dress in a burgundy calico pattern that had a peasant top with a wide round neck and short, puffy sleeves.  The skirt portion was quite full and therefore would present no problem pulling it up once I had her across my knee.Clearly, in a better mood than when I’d dropped her off, I told her what my plan was … at least up to the point of her spanking … and we made our way to the park.  I parked as close as I could to the site I’d picked, but we still had a good walk to the shady bench I’d picked out.  We’d brought a blanket Rosa kept in her car and spread it on the grass right in front of the bench.  I handled the serving as I knew who got what and we began eating, all the while not talking at all about the morning, but having pleasant conversation, nonetheless.  We were nearly done eating so I decided to get the real party started.”So, you seem to be in a much better mood now.””I was pretty bitchy this morning, wasn’t I?  I don’t know why … Just got up on the wrong side of bed, I guess.””There was no reason to direct your mood at me, was there,” I replied more as a statement, than a question.”I know. I’m sorry.””You should realize by now that sometimes ‘sorry’ isn’t enough!””I’m gonna get a spankin’ when I get home tonight, aren’t I?” she said trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile behind a pouty face.”Perhaps … but I see no reason why we have to wait till then.””What, here? Now!?” she asked as she looked around in a panic.”There’s no one anywhere near us and we can see any potential onlookers coming from quite a ways away.””But …””The only butt I need right now is yours fake taxi porno across my knee,” I said as I moved to the bench and patted my lap. She smiled at my play on words and guardedly placed herself across my waiting lap still scanning the horizon for threats.  I left her dress in place and began spanking her right away to give her time to get comfortable with her surroundings, and eventually so turned on she wouldn’t care if someone walked right up and watched. I could tell she’d worn full panties and suspected they were quite tight as well, so I was betting she’d worn my favorite pair of tight, white panties in anticipation of getting spanked today … even if she hadn’t been expecting it so soon.”Was it fair to inflict your bad mood on me this morning?” I scolded as the barrage of swats to her gorgeous bottom continued relentlessly.”No, sir!” she cried in pain both real and desired,”In the future, you’ll let me help you get out of a bad mood?””By spanking me like this!?” she replied, intentionally provoking me.”Excuse me? Are you getting smart with me?” I challenged, although she was right.  Grabbing the hem of her dress I yanked it up unceremoniously to see I was right about her panties.  The white contrasted nicely with the pink hue of the flesh that hadn’t been protected by her panties.  Stroking those firm, warm globes in appreciation of such a sexy sight, I was awakened from my reverie by her reply.”No sir!! … and yes, sir!” I spanked hard and fast on the very top of each cheek, letting her know I didn’t like her answer.  “Oww! No, sir, I’m not getting smart with you and … Ow-ow-ow!! … yes, sir, I’ll let you help me with a bad mood!  Owwww!!!””That’s better”, I replied simply, letting my hands do the talking as they peppered her hot bottom with fast, firm spanks.  I was going to make sure she remembered this spanking all afternoon while she tried to work.  Looking at my watch I saw time was running out and it was time to move it along.  My hands went to the waist of her panties, and she instinctively raised her hips to allow me to pull them down well below her reddening mounds, but that didn’t stop her from protesting.”Please not on my bare bottom, sir?!  I have to go back to work, and I’ll be sitting down most of the afternoon!”

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The sound of the headboard banging against the wall in tune with the motion of the ocean could be heard through out the apartment and also probably to the neighbors downstairs. But I didn’t care; who could when you are as deep as you can go in a warm wet snatch, with a pair arms tightly wrapped around your body?

I had been doing a lot of fucking lately, as I was newly in a relationship with a nympho-maniac! And I mean that in every sense of the word. I could ask for it anywhere, (well with in reason) and she would pull my cock out and lift up her skirt, or lose the pants. I loved it! On my car, (a couple times, and in different places) in my car, at the mall, in the park, and a plethora of different other places.

But anyways, that particular day, I was fully engulfed in my newly found play toy and I was loving it! I looked her in her eyes and the climax inside me was building like a boiling volcano. The feeling inside me made me feel as if I was going to rocket straight into outer space. I started to fill her as my impending boiling orgasm over took my body. I expelled jet upon jet of fresh baby batter into the soaked and soiled flower that surrounded my hard cock, and I kept thrusting as not to lose the erection that I had. This felt too good, as she always did, and I had to go another round!

The blonde rats nest that was her hair, was sloppy on top of her head, and there was blonde hair everywhere. Beads of sweat were lining her head, and her mascara was a smeared mess on her face. The red lipstick that was supposed to last for a full twenty-four hours; didn’t, and it too was smeared across her freckled face. And I’m sure I looked a hot mess too, but I can’t see my own face, so we’ll just leave it at that.

The text message ring on my phone scared the piss out of both of us, as we were in a euphoric state, and the light from the screen lit up the room.

“Who’s bad timing is this?” my lady asked me sternly.

“Beats the piss out of me, it’s probably one of the boys, it’s late, and they don’t care if they bother me in my sleep.” I said picking my phone from the bedside nightstand.

“Hey Sam, Sorry it’s so late, I was out at the bar, and realized that I still had your clothes in my car. I’m sitting outside if you’d like to come to the door, I have it.”

“It’s Amanda from work honey. She picked up my new uniform and jacket for me the other day, and I haven’t gotten it from her yet. She’s harmless, I will just grab the stuff and I can pick up where we left off when I get back. Ok?”

My girl rolled her eyes, but complied and slapped me on the ass playfully. “Just put on at least your boxers, I don’t want this ‘Amanda’ (said really sarcastically) to get any ideas about my man.”

I just laughed and got out of the bed.

Truth be told, Amanda did have ideas about her man, and I had ideas, and even fantasies about her too! My friend Gabe had introduced the two of us at work a couple of months prior. We talked a little, laughed a little, and at the time, she was single, and so was I. But I met my lady and although Amanda and I talked about it, and even fantasized about it, I hadn’t been able to find the time to go and see what this girl was all about.

I went to the door, and when I opened it, she was standing there in all of her glory, with the big smile that she was famous for, plastered across her face. “I’m sorry I’m coming by so late, but the bar that I was at with a friend of mine is just down the street, and I figured I would drop by. I’m sorry if you were sleeping, or busy…” she looked down noticing my anal yapan gaziantep escort boxers only, hiding a half aroused snake just from her view.

“I was busy, but it’s nothing I can’t get right back into.” I said as she laughed lightly and absent-mindedly licked her lips.

I blushed lightly when her eyes met mine again, and I looked her up and down. Just then, Amanda stepped closer to me to hand me the clothing that she was cradling in her arms. I reached out for my belongings, and as I did, I felt a small hand slide into the hole in the front of my boxers. My cock lunged forward, filling her hand fully and my body responded also as I jerked. My eyes got big, and my mouth dropped open, and although I wanted to speak, I couldn’t.

She didn’t say anything either, but pulled her hand back out of my shorts, and wiped the wetness that was still on my cock onto my boxer shorts, all while she never broke eye contact.

“I wanna watch.” Was the inaudible sentence she mouthed to me as I still stood there in awe.

What do you say to that? My girl would kill me. Some of them would leave over this, some of them would freak out on the both of you… I didn’t know I had never been to this bridge to cross it!

“I can’t. She’ll kill me!”

“I got this, trust me.” she mouthed back.

I didn’t know what to do. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and I was starting to sweat again, but most importantly, my cock was standing at full attention, through the whole in my boxer shorts.

I didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to hurt the girlfriend, didn’t want to upset my friend, but most importantly, and I guess the biggest deciding factor, I didn’t want to lose this moment, or my erection for that matter! It may never come again! (The moment, not my hard-on)

The worst my girlfriend could do was leave right? And in this current state, with Amanda feigning over me the way she was, I would win either way! Maybe I could see more of her. Well that is assuming that… the worst my girlfriend could do is leave. She was known to have a temper, maybe she wouldn’t just leave, and maybe she would start an all out war in my bedroom that night? I didn’t know, and didn’t have time to care.

I set the clothes down on the kitchen table, thanked Amanda out loud, and bid her farewell as I closed the door behind her. When I turned to greet her eye to eye again, I mouthed, “I trust you, don’t get us killed!” And with that, I walked into my bedroom and dropped my boxers to the floor.

The lady was laying just as she was when I left her and her eyes were closed as she was lightly snoring. ‘Perfect,’ I thought.

I padded lightly across the bedroom floor, and knelt onto the bed between her legs. I stroked my cock a couple of times as I was getting ready to enter back into her, and lay between her legs, sliding my chocolate meat into her. Without opening her eyes, a moan escaped her lips, and the walls of the Venus Fly Trap tightened around my hammer.

I got into rhythm and started thrusting to meet her body’s responses. I peppered kisses all over her neck and face, leaving love bites in my war path all over her neck, ears, collar bone and chest. I pounded into her slowly and deliberately. Each thrust meant something and my heart was still pounding out of my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I had Amanda in my house, about to spy on my girl and me fucking! And sure enough, as I was pounding away, I looked up at Amanda, who was in the room anal yapan gaziantep escort bayan now with her hand slowly rubbing and pinching her own exotic flower.

My head was fucking spinning. I didn’t know what to do, or even what to think! This type of stuff never happened to me. And now, here I was, entertaining one, and pleasing another!

Amanda was now pinching her round swollen nipples while she was rubbing her wet engorged lips and hard nubbin. Her pants were in a denim pool at her feet with a spot of hot pink in the center of the pool. Her shirt was up and a very full globe was out in the open as she pleasured herself to the sight of me pleasuring my girlfriend.

And there was me, thrusting as deeply as my cock could go inside of the tight walls that surrounded it. I was giving it all that I had, as if it were the last fuck I’d ever have! (Because it very well could have been! But if it were, who would be telling the story?)

And when I didn’t think it could get any more crazy, my mind was totally blown from my head. Amanda walked over to the bedside and knelt beside it right above Stephanie’s head. Steph’s eyes were closed and she was moaning loudly and rolling her head back and forth. Amanda reached her hand out to stroke Stephanie’s blonde hair, but I was able to reposition my hand to grab hers and pin it to the bed. Fire shot across my pupils and I looked Amanda in the eyes, and again, she mouthed the words, “Trust Me!”

I moved my hand from hers and she went back to her delivery. Her hand touched Stephanie’s forehead, and Steph’s eyes immediately fluttered open. Just as Stephanie went to speak, Amanda’s mouth covered hers, and her tongue began to explore the blonde girl’s mouth. I took this as cue, and started fucking my girlfriend for all it was worth. I even placed my thumb on her clit as I started rolling it back and forth to bring on her orgasm twice as fast. Amanda’s hands found Steph’s nipples and they started pinching and rubbing while Stephanie’s mouth was full of another girl’s tongue.

Just the site of what was going on, and the thrill of seeing it unfold before my eyes brought me to my own orgasm. I also felt Stephanie breathing faster, and by this time, Amanda had also started rubbing herself again while she knelt beside the bed. The sites and sounds, smells and feelings of everything that was going on had me in complete euphoric high, and I wanted nothing more than to blow my load deep inside the hot cavern I was pounding into, and just then…

The orgasm that ripped through the three of us was like having each one of our souls torn out. I felt explosions from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, and by all of the shaking, shivering, moaning, and screaming that was coming from the two of them, I think the same feeling was occurring in them.

*

When everything calmed down the look that I got from my now very coherent girlfriend didn’t at all look like she was ready to get it again! It looked more like I was probably going to pay dearly for what had just happened with out her permission.

“So you’re a great kisser, but if I may ask, who the fuck are you?” Stephanie asked very sternly.

“I’m Sam’s coworker Amanda. I’m so sorry if I caused any discomfort, but I smelled sex in the air when I came in, and I got slightly jealous of the lady that was getting the treatment in here, and I asked if I could watch. Sam told me no, but I almost begged him. I haven’t had sex since my man and I split ways, and I’ve escort gaziantep anal yapan always liked Sam, and envied the lady that got to lay beside him. I would never dream of stealing him from you, so please don’t go crazy, I respect you and I respect him, so I don’t want to break up a happy home, I just wanted to watch a little bit.

Then of course, I started watching in person, and I started to get hot, and before I knew it, I was walking towards the bed, and reaching out to touch you.” Amanda said almost regretfully.

“Is this true?”

“I don’t lie to you Stephanie.”

“I swear it’s true Stephanie. I wouldn’t lie either, and like I said, I don’t want to mess up a happy home. I just wanted to participate a little tonight. I’m buzzing off of the alcohol I drank, and just wanted to feel loved a little tonight, and when I saw your man in his boxers, smelling of you, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity! I’m so sorry if I over stepped my boundaries.”

Steph was silent for a minute, but there’s not much that can keep her that way, so she spoke up. “Listen you two, I am highly upset, but I can forgive this whole thing if the both of you promise me one thing! Sam, if you ever cheat on me with this girl, or any other girl with out my prior knowledge, I swear to you I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life! Promise me you will keep your word!”

“I promise.”

“And you Missy, I swear on everything I love and hold dearly, if I find out you’re trying to take my man from me, I will go to jail for a very long time. After I deal with him, I’m coming for you! Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good, Now if one of the two of you don’t get me off again like that, I’m going to lose my cool and come down off of my emotional high!” Stephanie said.

I took my cue, and moved to the tip of Stephanie’s toes, and started kissing and licking every square inch of her body as I worked up her right leg, and then back to the toes of the left leg, while Amanda started kissing her again.

I moved to burry my face in Stephanie’s flower, and Amanda pushed my head backwards. “It’s my turn to have a little fun.”

And with that, she knelt between Stephanie’s legs and pushed me out of the way. Steph looked at me through halfway closed eyes, and whispered, “Bring me that cock.”

I stood up and did what I was told, and walked to her side, where she leaned up on her elbow and pulled my prick into her mouth and started slobbering all over it.

In no time flat, Steph had came, and I was looming on my second also while Amanda was still eating Steph out. I took this opportunity to go and stand behind Manda and finger her pussy. She was running down her leg, literally. Her juices were running in rivers down her thighs and onto the floor at her knees. Her hot box was so wet that the fingers that I inserted slid into her with ease.

“Put that prick inside me. No let me mount you.” She said in between moans. I laid on the bed beside Stephanie, and Amanda stood up and got onto the bed and slowly impaled herself onto my sword.

She started bouncing up and down on it and at the same time, my lady stood over my face and slowly sat down onto my face so I could continue getting her off. I stuck my tongue out, and Steph started bouncing on my tongue as if it were a cock. And me… Need you ask? I was Feeling Fucking Fantastic!

That is until Amanda got close to her orgasm, stood up, rubbed her pussy a couple times, and expelled streams of lady cum all over my girlfriend and me. And as she finished her orgasm, I exploded with Stephanie, and the second orgasm was almost as good as the first one!

*

Amanda, Steph, and I fucked a couple more times before Stephanie and I went our separate ways, (for different reasons) but I’ll never forget any of the times that we got together. And I’ll definitely never forget the time Stephanie met Amanda.

* * * * *

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The Locker Room (Part 4)

Kathryn M. Burke

With the onset of the new semester, studying for classwork took precedence over lovemaking. But DeAndre was getting more and more insistent on Camilla reconciling with her sister. It was, in his view, very bad for these siblings to be at loggerheads, and Camilla shouldn’t hold any grudges against her twin.

But although he repeatedly urged his girl to contact Naomi and establish at least some kind of détente, an unexpected meeting on campus turned the trick.

It was a bit surprising that the two women hadn’t run into each other before, but their schedules were actually quite different, so their chance encounter outside the student union took both of them by surprise.

“Hi, Camilla,” Naomi said timidly, fearing a hostile response.

“Hi, Naomi,” Camilla said, feeling not anger but mortification at her own pig-headedness.

“You . . . wanna talk?” Naomi said.

Camilla nodded, and turned right around and went back into the building. It was a cold day in February, and the outdoors was no place for any sort of discussion.

They sat down at an empty table in a coffee shop. At first neither said anything, but both women could see that the other was looking good. Perhaps the wintry day had put a rosy glow in their cheeks, but it was probably other things as well.

“So . . .” Naomi began hesitantly, “you’re with DeAndre Wilkins.”

“Yup,” Camilla said.

“You’re the talk of the college.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah. He—well, everyone thinks the world of him.”

“You know, there’s a lot more to him than just being a football player.”

“I’m sure there is.”

“He’s a real sweetheart.”

“He treats you well?”

“Yes, he does. And I’ve met his dad.”

“His dad? Gee, that’s great!”

“He’s a sweetie pie too.”

They fell silent for a time. Then:

“How—how’s Matt?” Camilla said.

“He’s fine.”

“Does he treat you well?”

“Of course. He always has.”

“That’s good.”

Another silence. Then Naomi said in a rush: “Oh, Camilla, why don’t you come over to our house? Bring DeAndre along—we’d love to meet him.”

“Yeah,” Camilla said wearily, “maybe we’ll do that.”

“You should!” After a pause: “Matt misses you, you know.”

“Does he?”

“Sure, he does! You and he were—”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

“Does, um, DeAndre know—about Matt, I mean?”

“Yes, he does.”

“Good. Well, you should come over for dinner sometime.”

“Sure thing. Are you still doing all the cooking?”

“Yes.”

“Well, maybe we’ll come over early and I can help you cook.”

“That would be great!”

The dinner date was scheduled for Friday night. DeAndre was more than eager to meet Naomi and Matt—more for Camilla’s sake than his own. They did come early, around 5 p.m., and the two sisters retreated to the kitchen while the men got acquainted. It proved to be a wonderful meal of pork chops, roasted potatoes, and string beans, with a store-bought apple pie for dessert.

DeAndre, while participating in the conversation, really acted as a kind of spectator of the interactions between the other three, since he knew that they had formerly been intimate. And he also had to admit that he could hardly take his eyes off Naomi—so similar to his own girl in appearance, but so different in personality (but not quite as different as they used to be, now that Camilla had resolved to be somewhat more “feminine” than before).

As Matt and Naomi were tidying up in the kitchen, DeAndre said, “I’m glad we did this. I’m glad you did this.”

“I know, I know—sisters shouldn’t be at odds with each other.”

“It’s more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

DeAndre peered at her intently. “You and Matt.”

Camilla turned away from his gaze. “What about me and Matt?”

“He cares for you—cares deeply. And you care for him.”

“How can you know that?”

“It doesn’t take a genius, Camilla. Just the way you two look at each other.”

“Hey, we had a relationship once, and we don’t have it anymore. That’s all there is to it.”

“That isn’t all, and you know it.”

“You think I’m still in love with him?” she said, almost outraged.

“I know you are.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Is it?”

“It is!”

“Well, I know he still loves you.”

Camilla’s shoulders slumped escort reklamları from her boyfriend’s intense questioning. “Okay, sure, I have feelings for him. And maybe he has feelings for me. So what?”

“So . . . you should be able to express those feelings. It’s not healthy to bottle them up.”

She stared at him wide-eyed. “What—what are you suggesting?”

“I think you know.”

She looked down at her hands. “You—you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“I guess”—she eyed him askance—”that means you want to cuddle up with Naomi.”

He smiled genially. “I won’t say no. If she wants me.”

“If she wants you? You gotta be kidding! I think she’s been fantasizing about you the moment she saw you!”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do! Believe me: she may seem shy and retiring, but she has a lot of passion under that timid exterior.”

“Well, then, shall we do something about this?”

“You mean right now? Tonight?”

“Why not? We don’t have classes tomorrow. It’s the perfect time.”

“Let me go and talk to them.”

And she got up and stalked, a bit stiffly, into the kitchen. A few words were passed, and from his vantage point DeAndre could see Naomi clap a hand over her mouth at something her sister said, then cast a quick glance toward where he was sitting. In a few moments Camilla had come back to the living room.

“Okay, it’s all set,” she said with a bit of smugness.

The two couples made a pretense of having a bland conversation on general subjects for another hour or so; but by 9 o’clock it was obvious that all four of them were itching to get going in the night’s festivities. Camilla and Matt retired to the master bedroom, while DeAndre and Naomi made do with the ample quarters of the guest bedroom.

The first couple got down to business right away, stripping and engaging in only the most token foreplay before Matt plunged into Camilla’s pussy. They both responded with a kind of muscle memory, as their bodies instinctively recollected the frequent lovemaking of their earlier relationship. Matt thrilled to reacquaint himself with Camilla’s lovely body, so similar and yet so different from Naomi’s. It took two feverish copulations—vaginal and anal—before they settled down for a little chat.

“You know,” Matt began, “I never preferred Naomi to you.”

“I thought you did,” Camilla said. “But I guess it doesn’t matter. I have DeAndre now.”

“I’m sure he’s a lot better boyfriend than I ever was.”

“No way! He’s just different.”

“Well, he’s certainly an impressive physical specimen. And there’s clearly a lot going on in his mind and soul, too.”

“You can say that again.”

Then they resumed their coupling. It was frenetic and gentle at the same time, and there were moments when they just languished with their bodies fused, Matt hardly doing any thrusting, as they gloried in this physical and spiritual reunification.

With Naomi and DeAndre, it was a different story. Even though she led him by the hand into the other bedroom, she stood irresolute as he gazed fondly at her. Her native shyness came out as she contemplated the unprecedented act of joining bodies with a man she’d only just met. And yet, it did seem as if she’d known him for months or years.

DeAndre sensed her indecision, saying, “We don’t have to do this, you know. We don’t have to do anything.”

“No, I want to,” she said, “I really do.”

And so she began calmly, almost resignedly, taking her clothes off, turning her back to him in one final moment of embarrassment, her face turning crimson. DeAndre did the same, and he was finished undressing sooner than Naomi. So when she turned around and saw his member, already quivering with anticipation, she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Omigod!” she cried. “It’s so . . . big.”

“It’s not that much bigger than Matt’s,” he said. “I’m sure you can manage.”

She fell to her knees, almost in an attitude of worship, and took as much of that cock into her mouth as she could. That wasn’t very much, but her small mouth licked and sucked it with a kind of innocent lasciviousness: she frowned in concentration as she earnestly worked at her task. After a time DeAndre lifted her up and carried her to the bed, placing her down as gently as a father would her cherished daughter (but of course, father and daughter wouldn’t be naked and gaziantep escort reklamları planning to do what they were about to do).

With his placid eyes gazing down on her, he himself fell to his knees next to the bed, took hold of Naomi’s thighs, and buried his face in her sex. She gazed down in amazement as this man—whose exploits on the playing field had made him a legend on campus—proceeded to eat her out with both tenderness and passion, and in only a few minutes she was writhing and shaking from her orgasm—the first of several she expected to have that night.

But when DeAndre climbed into bed and placed his big, muscular body between her legs, she experienced a sense of trepidation that she couldn’t control: after all, he was only the second man who would be invading her private parts, and his broad frame looked like a giant’s as she lay helpless under him. She closed her eyes tight as if preparing for some exquisite but unavoidable torture.

DeAndre felt a wave of pity for her—she was so young and naive! He stroked her face softly, and she opened her eyes at the unexpected caress. She gave him a brave smile and said, summoning up all her courage, said, “You can go in me now.”

As he did so, her eyes expanded as she felt that long, thick cock probing her deeper and deeper, and she let out a little whimper as she felt impaled on his organ. He hadn’t gone in all the way, but he stopped and began pumping her gently. She seemed to like that sensation, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing him down on herself. DeAndre loved the feel of her soft but firm breasts against his chest, and as she hooked her legs around his hips he stroked her back and bottom as he continued to thrust into her.

Naomi expelled a soft sigh as she felt the full length of DeAndre’s cock now buried in her. She felt a swelling pride in her femininity as she made herself available to him—that was what she was put on earth for, wasn’t it? But at the same time that she felt totally submissive—the living receptacle of his ardor—she felt an inner strength as she realized, perhaps for the first time, how her own desirability as a female had in a way subjugated this powerful man by making him yearn impetuously for this fusion of their bodies.

And when he poured out his essence into her, she felt such an overpowering affection for him that she thought her heart would burst. She could have sworn that she experienced a mini-climax at the mere thought of his seed being so copiously deposited into her.

After a rest, he entered her bottom, and later they had a long session of sixty-nine before finally falling into an exhausted sleep.

In the morning, after a robust breakfast, the quartet decided to spend the day becoming better acquainted—and, in the case of the twins, becoming re-acquainted after their unfortunate and needless falling out. Dinner at a nice but inexpensive restaurant was followed by a return to Matt and Naomi’s house—and somehow, without anything being said, everyone knew what would happen next.

In short, only one bedroom would be used that night.

Everyone undressed quickly, and the sisters got a good look at each other’s nudity for the first time in many years. They marveled at both the similarities and differences in their forms—an echo of the parallels and variances of their temperaments. They had to give each other a warm hug, breasts mashing together delightfully, before they flopped onto the bed.

It was evident that double penetration was on the agenda, and Camilla lubricated herself as she prepared to demonstrate to her inexperienced sister how it was to be done. She got on her side and beckoned the men to their positions: Matt in front and DeAndre in back. As Naomi watched in amazement, the two guys entered her at the same time; and even though she was well used to this procedure, she still let out a gasp as she perceived the incredible sensation of being filled in two orifices at once. They pumped her vigorously, each of them holding a breast as they did so. It wasn’t surprising that, only a few minutes later, both men exploded with thunderous orgasms, matched by Camilla’s own.

They untangled themselves, and as the guys rested, Camilla got up from the bed and said, “Okay, Naomi, you’re next.”

Without further ado, she scooped out more cold cream from the jar and approached her sister.

“You’re going to lubricate gaziantep escort bayan reklamları me?” Naomi said in vague alarm.

“Sure thing, sis,” Camilla said. “I’m a pro at this.”

Naomi stood silent and nervous as her sister spread the cold white stuff all over and inside her anus. Then she surveyed the two men lounging on the bed with slowly hardening cocks as they envisioned this second round of double penetration with a woman who was essentially a virgin (as far as this act went, anyway).

She said, “Okay, guys, how do you want to do this?”

“I think that should be Naomi’s decision,” DeAndre said.

“I—I don’t know what to do!” Naomi cried in a sudden spasm of fear.

“Put her on top of me,” Matt said, “face up. I’ll go into her butt, and DeAndre can go into her pussy.”

Even though Matt knew that DeAndre had entered Naomi’s bottom yesterday, he still felt that in this process that man’s large cock would be better off in her vagina. So he lay flat on his back and urged Naomi to get on top of him. He slipped his cock into her bottom, and as Naomi lay there with legs awkwardly spread, DeAndre kneeled in front of her and inserted his cock into her pussy gently but firmly.

Now it was Camilla who enjoyed the incredible sight of her sister being pounded by two men at once. But she wasn’t as inclined as Naomi to be a passive spectator. After the guys had gotten into a good rhythm, she climbed onto the bed herself and, placing herself directly above Naomi’s face, sat down on it.

An incoherent “Mmmm!” escaped Naomi’s lips as she tasted her sister’s sex for the first time. It was already leaking come from both of her lower orifices, and Naomi automatically swallowed it as it dripped thickly into her mouth. She took hold of Camilla’s bottom and squeezed it hard, just as the two men were pummeling her with increased fury, ready to come again.

And when they did, the two women also cried out—Naomi’s cries somewhat muffled, as her mouth was still covered by Camilla’s pussy—with shuddering climaxes of their own. There was a lot of writhing and shaking and trembling and groaning as this quadruple orgasm worked its way through all the participants, until they finally had to separate, lying haphazardly over the bed.

The women were interested in more activity right away, and expressed a certain annoyance about the need for men to rest up before they were ready for another round. This time, Naomi and Camilla got into sixty-nine position on their sides, and as they were furiously licking and sucking each other, each man got on either side of the females and plunged into their bottoms—DeAndre in Naomi’s and Matt’s in Camilla’s. Each woman thereby had an up-close-and-personal view of the other receiving a big, thick cock into her anus, and the men added to their enjoyment when they pulled out and spattered their come all over the girls’ faces. They screamed in delight as the hot liquid poured over them like a spray of lava.

That was, really and truly, the end of an incredible foursome—but somehow they all felt that it would be something they would repeat many times in the future.

The next morning, Naomi pried herself out of the tangle of bodies and drifted over to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. She saw her sister already sitting at the table, drinking coffee with a smug expression on her face.

Camilla said, “Had a nice time last night?”

“Sure,” Naomi said in a dreamy voice. “But—”

“But what?”

“Oh, Camilla, we were so naughty!”

“Nothing wrong with having two guys in you at once. I’ve had more than that in the past.” She couldn’t ever forget that incident in the locker room, which had led to her acquaintance with DeAndre.

“I don’t mean that. I mean—you know . . .”

“Licking each other’s pussy, you mean?”

“Yes.” Naomi was now blushing furiously. “You’re my sister, for God’s sake!”

“Oh, Naomi, it’s nothing. We’re all adults here. Anyway”—her voice became more tender—”it was just a way of our showing how much we love each other, wasn’t it?”

Naomi smiled weakly. “I suppose so.”

“And you liked it, didn’t you?”

“I did. It’s funny—your pussy smells and tastes a little different from mine. I mean, I’ve never actually tasted my own pussy, but when I remember what my fingers smell like after, um, playing with myself, my stuff doesn’t smell the same as yours. Isn’t that strange?”

“DeAndre once told me all women’s pussies smell and taste just a bit different.”

“Men’s cocks smell and taste pretty much the same, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s just one more way we’re more special than men!”

It was Sunday, and after their usual big breakfast all four of the participants decided that it was a day for studying, and so they hit the books right away.

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