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I’m Brad and I’m a 22 year old guy. I was on holiday in Spain when I finally plucked up the courage to visit my first nudist beach. It had fascinated me for a while and I decided it was now or never.

I grabbed a towel and threw a few things into my rucksack and set off down to the sea. I had checked out the beach on the first day of my holiday and noticed the signs so I knew if I headed out to the west of the main beach I would find the nudist area.

When I walked onto the beach I noticed it was largely empty. There were a few people near the water’s edge and some others in the middle. I chose a spot near some rocks near the cliff face at the far end and unpacked my towel.

Even though I’d been planning this for some time I still felt incredibly nervous. I took off my t-shirt first and then quickly looked round to see if anyone was watching. I decided to take the plunge and whipped off my shorts straight away. I quickly felt the breeze and heat on my bare skin and I enjoyed the sensation. My cock is nothing extraordinary and I had been worried about it misbehaving. I looked down and was relieved to see it was asleep. I sat down on the towel and poured lotion over my body and settled down to sunbathe. I decided to lie on my front 1st to let myself get used to the situation.

I quickly dozed and I didn’t stir until I heard voices nearby. I looked up and saw two women setting out towels nearby,

The one closest to me looked to be in her early 20’s. She was slim blonde and had a nice pale green bikini on. The other woman must have been in her late 40’s. She was gaziantep bayan escort shorter than the other one and she had on a more conservative patterned bikini. They began to settle down onto their towels and I noticed the older one took the lead and untied her top and slipped it off. Her breasts were quite firm and she had large dark nipples. She then pulled off her bottoms and to my frustration turned away so all I could see was her behind. Still it was worth seeing and was still nicely rounded.

The younger woman then followed suit and untied her top. Her boobs weren’t as big but were very firm and she had no hesitation in pulling down her bottoms. I could see her pussy was neatly trimmed and it was clear from her naked body that she worked out. This show had the inevitable effect on my cock which I suddenly became aware was hardening. I was relieved I was lying on my stomach. Once they settled down they both lay on their backs and seemed to drift off to sleep. I knew I had to do something to take my mind off my hard on so I decided to go for a swim. I quickly got up and ran the 50 metres or so down to the sea. The other people on the beach were too far away to notice my excitement and

I plunged into the water. After a few minutes in the sea my cock relaxed and I began to feel at ease. I swam for a while but then decided to return to the beach. I walked up the sand to my towel and as I approached the two women I noticed the older one was sat up on her towel looking my way. Her legs were spread and I could see her hairy pussy gaziantep bayan escort ilanları clearly. Straight away I felt my cock begin to harden again and I strode quickly back to my towel. I sat down and noticed she was looking my way with a smile on her face.

I got out the tanning lotion and began to apply some. She didn’t look away as I applied it to my stomach and legs. I then began to apply some to my shaft and as soon as I touched it it became rock hard. I was tempted to keep rubbing it but I stopped myself. Just then the younger of the two women got up and walked off towards the sea. I enjoyed watching her gorgeous ass as she walked to the water and strode in.

Suddenly I noticed the older one get up but instead of following her she walked over to me. “Hi I’m Jen,” she said as she stood over me. “Uh hi, Brad how are u doing?” “Fine thanks,” she replied, “your first time on a beach like this isn’t it?”

Blushing I nodded my head and a broad smile crossed her face, “Don’t worry a lot of guys get hard ons it’s human nature. Was it me or my daughter that got you hard?

I went even redder when she asked me that question and I couldn’t answer.

“Why don’t you go and relieve yourself behind those rocks?” She paused and then went on, “Or would u like some help.” I couldn’t believe my luck, here I was naked on a beach with a naked older woman hitting on me.

“Sure, let’s go,” I said. I got up and there was no hiding my cock now from her. We walked round to the other side of the rocks out gaziantep bayan escort reklamları of sight. I stood in front of her and she stood and looked me up and down. “Let me see you rub that cock of yours.” I didn’t need any more encouragement and I grabbed my shaft in my hand and started stroking it. She stood there watching me and then slowly slid her left hand towards her bush. My dick was now harder than I’d ever known it and to my joy she slid her finger onto her clit. “Do you like what you see?” I asked and she nodded a reply. “I want that cock of yours now,” she said and dropped to her knees in front of me. She grabbed the shaft in her hand and then enveloped the head in her warm mouth. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensation as her lips moved up and down my shaft. I was in heaven as I felt her tongue flick up and down the underneath of my head and I struggled to keep myself under control. I looked down and she was looking up at me as she kept sucking on my cock. She then released it and started to stroke it furiously with her hand. I wanted it to last as long as I could but the combination of lust, heat and her ability meant I was rapidly losing control. “I’m going to cum,” I groaned as I looked down at her.

She moved her head back towards my cock and opened her mouth just as the first spurt of cum exploded out of my shaft . She gulped down my hot seed and I shot another three huge spurts into her mouth and onto her face. She smiled and then slowly licked my semen off her face. She took hold of my cock again and slowly milked it dry and finished by licking it clean.

She got u p and gave me a hug “My daughter will be wondering where I’ve gone, do you want to continue this some other time?”

“Yes, I’d love to, ” I replied. She kissed me on the cheek and gave my cock a final squeeze. She gave me their hotel address and then walked out of the rocks back to the sand. I returned to my towel with a wide grin. This was turning into a great holiday.

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“How many times did you fuck them?” asked Robert.

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

“‘Bout fifteen times.”

“Each?” asked Robert.

“No … all together. What do you think I am?”

“A machine?” Jim said from the back seat.

“Jesus Eric, what happened then?”

“I was told that I was very good, and a date was arranged.”

“With which one?

“All of them … next Saturday. They want to have a foursome, whatever that is.”

“Can you understand why his nuts hurt Jim?”

“Maybe it’s to much weight lifting Bob.”

“Yah that’s probably it.”

They arrived at the house and walked slowly so Eric could keep up with them.

As they entered, their mother was laying in wait like a commando ready to strike, and then grabbed each one of them for a hug.

“Is Dad ever able to get out of that chair?” asked Robert.

“Only to pee,” said his mother, smiling and a little embarrassed at what she had said. “Boys we have guests in the backyard.”

The boys went out into the backyard. Seated on the swing was Robert’s ex girlfriend, Jennifer Conley. She didn’t appear much older than when they were dating. If she was three years younger than Robert, which meant she was now twenty-six. Her long silky blond hair was down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a Kelly green top, which set off her striking green eyes, and she had on tight white shorts. She knew Robert had always loved her in white shorts.

“Hi Bobby,” she said patting the seat next to her. “Sit down a while and talk to me.”

“How is it going Jennifer? You married?”

“Kind of separated right now. What about you?”

“Married? No … not me.”

“Why not Bobby?”

“I never really got over you, I guess.” He whispered.

“Well thank you Bobby, but that isn’t just a line to get me back into the orchard? Is it?”

“No Jennifer … no line.”

“You know that I returned from college ready to fight to the death with my parents over you and I being married, but when I got here you were gone. I wrote to you, three or four letters a week, but you never wrote back. Why Bobby?” she whispered.

“The pain of loosing was so bad I spent almost the whole first year at the bottom of Jack Daniel’s bottles. My gut hurt so much that I went to the doctor thinking I had an ulcer. Then I was on a quest to find and fuck every girl I could get my hands on. Once I had them, that was it and I dumped them. I now believe I was trying to get back at all women for what I thought you had done to me.”

“I’m so sorry Robert. I have never really forgiven my parents for the pain they caused both of us. Were any of those girls … better than me?”

“Shit … Are you kidding me? Of course not, Jenn. What about you?”

“Well as I said, when I came back you were gone, and nobody had heard from you in a couple of years. I sent letters to your last known address, but nothing ever came back. Where were you?”

“I think that I was lost … and looking for myself.”

“Did you find yourself Bobby?”

“I guess; here I am,” He said with a flourish of his arms.

“After a while my girlfriends said they were going to hold a memorial service for you so I could get you out of my system and move on. I was working as a night nurse at Cincinnati General and met a doctor; Richard, who seemed to be very nice … at the time. We dated for almost two years and then he asked me to marry him. As I had no other prospects, it seemed like a good idea, so we got married. The only good thing to come out of our marriage was our two children, Bobby and Shelley. Bobby is five and Shelley is almost three.”

“They sound great.”

“They are the only things in this universe that keep me on track. I think that without them I would die.”

Just then Robert’s mother came over to them carrying a large book under her arm.

“Hello children,” she said. “The bar-b-que should be ready in about a half hour. Are you hungry?”

“Maybe a little Mrs. English,” said Jennifer.

“I could eat too, mom.”

Robert’s mother sat on a lawn chair, which bent under her weight, and said,

“I brought the boy’s photo album out for everybody to see.”

“Just great mom.” Robert said with a scowl.

Ignoring Robert’s obvious irritation, she handed the book to Jennifer and asked,

“Would you like to see Robert’s baby photos? He’s naked in some of them.”

Jennifer took the book and said, “I would love to see Robert naked.” And under voice she whispered to Robert, “again”.

“Well I’ll leave you two to the photos. I have to turn the meat.”

“Ooooo, that sounds like fun,” said Jennifer smiling looking down at her ex-boyfriend’s crotch.

“What dear?” asked Robert’s mother.

“Nothing Mrs. English.”

“Look at this one. Robert’s cute little butt, Mmmm, I could just bite it.”

“You did.” Said Robert.

“Oh yah … huh? Sweet meat!”

The next page was Robert in various poses. The one that caught Jennifer’s eye was Robert totally naked on his back, with his legs spread, and his penis hard as a rock.

“Wow şanlıurfa escort bayan Bobby, even then. No wonder my pussy throbbed for hours after our dates.” She whispered again, “I’ve never met anybody that would fill your … shoes. Never!”

“So how come the split up?” asked Robert?

Jennifer shrugged and twisted her mouth in an expression of uncertainty. “Don’t know. Sometimes married people just get tired of each other; I guess.”

They leafed through the book then found a photo in “the religious” section. Robert was wearing a white baptismal dress. A priest was dribbling holy water on his forehead. His mouth was open and his eyes were closed. It looked as though he was yelling to high heaven.

“I’ll bet God knew he had a new member that day.”

Robert laughed and agreed. His parents had told him on several occasions that his voice rattled the church’s stained glass windows. Then he saw the top of a head of somebody standing next to the priest. Turning the page, to the next photo which was taken further back so all of the participants could be in the photo Robert saw a little girl in the picture; about four or five years old. She had beautiful little face, big wide blue eyes and a terrified expression. She was standing behind the priest, clutching his leg tightly, and sucking on what appeared to be a plastic crucifix.

“I wonder who the little girl is? I don’t remember her as being part of our family.”

“Maybe she’s a cousin Bobby.”

“No.” he said thoughtfully, “I don’t have any girl cousins that I know of.”

“Maybe,” Jennifer said laughing. “She was the daughter of the priest.”

“All that time we went together, and I never knew you had a sense of humor.”

“You never gave me a chance to kid around. All you ever wanted to do was fuck me,” Jennifer whispered, a smile beginning in the corner of her mouth.

“You always said you liked it.”

“I loved it. For a long time there, it was all I lived for. You were great. I’m just saying that I didn’t have much time to laugh. Remember when we went to the orchard every night that one summer. My mom couldn’t figure why I always wore a dress, instead of shorts or pants.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was easier because all you had to do was flip my dress up, pull down my panties, get behind me and do me doggie style. For a long time there I was contemplating, learning how to bark.

Your mom always wondered how someone your age could have so many grass stains on the knees of his jeans. I would have told her, but I didn’t want her to stop you from fucking me every night. We were lucky I didn’t get pregnant. We did it a whole year until that time I missed my period, then you got some rubbers.”

“You think we were lucky, that you didn’t get pregnant? I wanted you to get pregnant in the worst way. I wanted to marry you. I was in love with you. I still am in love with you.” His voice trailed off.

“I know Robert. Me too.” Said Jennifer thoughtfully, looking into his eyes.

“Would you like something to drink?” He asked.

“Maybe a lemonade?”

Robert went over to the table where his mother was cooking. He picked up a lemonade and said,

“Mom I want to ask you about one of my baptism photos.”

“Later Robert I’m right in the middle of dinner.”

“Mommm!”

“I said later Robert,” cutting him off. “Later …ok?”

“Ok mom.”

He took the lemonade back to Jennifer and sat down next to her.

“What happened?” she asked.”

Robert didn’t say anything. He just looked at the photo and shook his head. Ten minutes later they all stared having dinner. After dinner, Eric suggested a game of horseshoes. He knew it was the only thing that would get his dad away from the TV. Sure enough when the shoes began striking the metal pins, Earl appeared at the back door.

“You guys playin’ shoes?”

“Yah dad,” said Eric. “Wanna’ play?”

“Maybe for a little while.”

They played for two hours and everyone was having a good time except Jim, who was sitting at the table talking on his cell phone and cussing out his estranged wife.

“Don’t start bitchin’ at me Erin. You were fucking that guy at your work, long before I ever started goin’ out. Well fuck you too … bitch.”

Jim took the cell phone and jammed it down into the remaining potato salad, then sat there staring at nothing, mumbling under his breath.

“Hey Bro.” Said Eric, “that’s not good for the salad.”

“Don’t start with me Eric. Not now.”

“Sorry Bro.”

Jim just nodded his head, tears noticeably welling up in his eyes, a look of frustration on his face. His mother started in his direction when Earl said,

“Leave him alone Marge. He’s not eight anymore.”

“But Earl …”

“I said leave him alone. He don’t need no Goddamn motherin’ now,”

“Bobby,” said Jennifer. “Would you like to go for a ride?”

“I … uh … don’t have a car.”

“We can take mine. I have a little Nissan Z.”

“Sure if you want.”

Robert told his gaziantep sarışın escort bayan mother that he and Jennifer were going out for a ride and he would see them later. They went out to the front and cut across the lawn. Jennifer’s sports car was parked in her mother’s driveway.

“Where are your mom and dad?”

“They had to go to a business meeting?”

“You know that I hated them when they sent you to Texas.”

“Yah, me too. You wanna’ drive?”

“Sure why not.”

The sports car was a simple four on the floor, but Robert hadn’t driven a stick in years. It took a few blocks, but then he was shifting like a Nascar pro. They moved out of the housing tract, then onto the Expressway. The speed limit was seventy but Robert had the little sports car up to eighty-two.

“Little sucker has some nags. What’s it got, about two hundred horses?”

“Two-eighty-seven, and 3.5 liters.” Said Jennifer. “When I need a quick orgasm I just take it out on the highway and crank it up. It never fails me. Damn I’m getting damp right now.”

When Robert saw a Police car on the other side of the Expressway, he took his foot off the gas and backed down to sixty-five, then headed for the off ramp, in case the Police turned around. When he saw where they were, he realized they were almost twenty miles from their parent’s houses.

“Go down this road,” said Jennifer smiling.

“Why what’s down there?”

“Just go.”

Robert drove down the two-lane road and saw some lights up ahead. There was a gas station and a motel.

“Go in there.”

“In the motel?” Asked Robert.

“Well not the gas station, I’ve got almost a full tank.”

Robert sat there looking into Jennifer’s beautiful green eyes, not sure what to do next.

“Do you have money?” asked Jennifer.

“Yah.”

“Well go in and pay the woman for a room.”

She had the same smile she had years past when they went to the orchard.

“A room?”

She again smiled, raised her eyebrows, nodding her head.

“Yes a room Bobby. Although I am very horney right now, I’m not going to do it in the car like a couple of teenagers. Go on Bobby hurry up.”

He got out of the little car unsure if everything was real. When he looked back at Jennifer, she motioned with her hand, fingers down as a teacher might do instructing a student to move on. As it was a Sunday night and there was only one car in the parking lot, Robert went into the motel office and a little old lady asked,

“Would you like a room young man?”

“Yes for two.”

“You and your wife. Is that correct?” She glared at Robert.

“Yes … my wife … yes … my wife and I … thank you.”

“Number six has a King sized bed. Did you want a King sized bed?”

“That would be fine. Thank you.” Robert smiled.

“That will be Forty-five dollars and thirty-six cents, including tax. If you need help with your bags, I’ll call my son.”

“No … no thanks I can handle them.”

Robert handed her a Fifty-dollar bill. She handed him the key and some change. Robert was so excited he didn’t even count it. As he got back in the car he said,

“Number Six.”

Jennifer smiled and hooked her arm in his tightly, which made it a little difficult to shift, so he drove the fifty-foot distance slowly in first gear. He pulled the car up in front of room


and got out. Jennifer was already standing in front of the door, her hands clasp in front of her, like a little girl waiting for a treat at Halloween. Robert unlocked the door and Jennifer ran in making a dive and jumping onto the bed.

“Come here good lookin’. I want to play.”

“Oh crap,” said Robert.

“That’s not very romantic, or sexy Robert.”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen, so I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“It seems like the guy is always the last to know.” Said Jennifer letting out a little sigh. “Robert I’m on the “Super Pill”.

“What’s that?”

“It’s the pill you take so when you wake up in the morning, and know that you’re not pregnant, you yell “SUPER.”

Jennifer was on her knees in her tight little white shorts, bouncing a little on the bed. Her green top clashed with the orange wallpaper, and large blue butterflies.

“You know Robert, this will only be the third time we will have done it in a bed. We did it once in your bed, when I snuck into your room through your window. Remember, your mother kept banging on your door asking, “Robert, what are you doing in there. All you could say was, nothing mom.”

The second time was in my bed when my parents went out to an x rated movie, and you had to be twenty-one to get in. They should have just stayed at home and watched us. They could have saved the ten dollars.”

She then pulled her top over her head, and pulled her shorts down, tossing them across the room. She was just in her matching yellow bra and panties.

“Do you like my new panties and bra? I got them just for you.”

“Yah!” said Robert taking off his shoes. “What do şehitkamil escort bayan you mean, you got them just for me?”

“Your mom told me two weeks ago that you were coming for a visit. You didn’t think that I was at her house for her cooking, did you? I want your cock inside of me again Robert. I want you to lick my pussy, to make me cum like no other man ever has. I want you to fuck me until I bleed. Seduce me Bobby.”

“What?”

“You know say something naughty, like you used to do when we were younger.”

“Jennifer I want to suck your breasts, and lick and suck your nipples. I’m going to take your clit in my mouth and…”

“Close enough. Come here. I’m burning up. I want you to fuck me like we used to do in the orchard … doggie style.”

By the time he tore off his shirt, and pulled down his pants, Jennifer was on her knees looking over her shoulder, panting,

“I’m waiting Bobby.”

“In a second Jennifer.” He said pulling off his jockeys and his socks.

“I can’t wait a second. Come on.”

Robert got behind her, took hold of her shiny black panties and pulled them down to her knees. Holding her hips tight he pushed forward, his cock sliding in between her slippery pussy lips. She groaned and said,

“I’ve missed you so much. Fuck me ‘baby’.”

He knew that he was home again, as “baby” was her pet name for Robert when they had gone together. Robert was feeling good. Better than he had in a long time. He had missed his chance when she went away to college, but now she knew what she wanted, and he wanted her.

Robert’s cock was pushing deep into her pussy over and over again. Jennifer tried to talk dirty to him, but most of what she uttered were just moans and groans. He was moving fast, when he reached around and took hold of her boobs, and squeezed them. She let out a muffled scream and climaxed hard bathing his cock and balls in her juice. This was the same Jennifer as the one he had dated when they were younger, a little older maybe, but just the same. He loved her, and he always would.

After the previous night at his brother’s apartment, with the college girls, Robert was in no way ready to cum. He was really going to show her what she had missed. He felt a little guilty for the evening before, however that was a different time and a different world.

He was with the love of his life now, and he knew that she loved him. Only about thirty seconds had passed since Jennifer had cum. She was moaning loud and ready again. He wondered how long she had gone without sex. Her vagina emitted a gurgling sound, more juice and then she was crying.

Robert was really getting into it now. He asked,

“Why are you crying honey? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, no, God it feels so good to have you in me again baby. I love you so much. I’m crying because I love you Bobby and I have missed you. Ooooo, God fuck me harder baby shove your giant cock up my pussy. Make me cum again, and then cum in me. I want to feel your hot cum squirting into my pussy. Please baby fill me up.”

Apparently her arms and legs wouldn’t hold her up any more and she slowly eased forward onto the bed lying prone on her stomach. Robert was right with her, still fucking her as hard as he could. He moved forward on her and began fucking her in a downward movement, so his cock would come in contact with her “G” spot. It worked and she came again. Now she was motionless and very quiet so he stopped, his cock still hard. As he slipped out of her she moaned, but said nothing.

Grabbing one of the small motel pillows, Robert bunched it up and pushed it under Jennifer’s stomach causing her butt to elevate. He then pushed her knees apart and moved his face down between her butt cheeks.

Jennifer used to love it when he licked her cunt, constantly begging him for more. Her cute little puckered butt hole was right in front of his nose, as his tongue slid into her vagina, licking and fucking her with it. She was beginning to come back to life and felt him draining the juice out of her.

His tongue was now coming in contact with her clitoris. She screamed in to a pillow and began spraying his face. She was in heaven, fucking heaven. Robert slid his arms between her legs and under her thighs almost lifting her off the bed. His strong arms came around, and his hands grabbed her butt.

He thought it almost looked like a couple of naked wrestlers in some kind of a weird hold that hadn’t been done before. As his fingers took hold of her cheeks, and he spread her open, he poked his tongue into her butt hole. This was something he had never done, but the way she screamed he was sure she liked it.

As Robert was holding her up, almost upside down, his lips took hold of her swollen engorged clitoris. He sucked on “the little man in the boat” as though it was a small penis. Her vagina began pumping, opening and closing as though it was groping for his cock. Moving his legs out from under her he laid on his back not letting her go, still sucking in her clit and pussy lips.

Jennifer was lost in the fantastic lust he was providing. She had never had sex like this before, even with Robert. She was laying flat on his stomach, and she saw that his cock was pointing toward the ceiling. Jennifer slowly took hold of it with both hands. Pulling it Robert thought she was going to jack him off, however she did something she had never done in the past. She slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and began sucking lightly.

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Cynthia was twenty-seven years old when she discovered that she was unable to do whatever she set her mind to with ease.

It might seem like a strange age to discover such a thing, as usually a person will find their confidence shaken long before then. Everyone has their strengths, and all that. But Cynthia Weber, apple of her parents eye and habitual success machine had always found that she naturally took to all things she tried.

From running track and playing girls lacrosse in high school, to academics and the arts in college, to her job working as a paralegal in a large firm settled in central London. Even moving abroad and ending up in England in the first place had been a breeze, despite growing up in small town America where anything further than the Dairy Queen in the next town seemed an entire world away.

Yes, Cynthia had always held the bull by the balls. But when she discovered the severe plumbing problems in the little flat she had purchased upon arriving in London, she met her match. Her father had always done the home improvements at home, her family being the picture of traditional gender roles. So when a pipe burst and her bathroom flooded, she knew that the first call she should have made was to a plumber.

Which she did, and which she firmly regretted when she got his estimate for the job. Her savings had already dwindled to next to nothing thanks to her costly relocation. Her new home was mortgaged, and her job paid well but not enough to cover her credit cards (which were maxed) and the plumbing. So the woman made a decision; she would fix it herself. How hard could it be?

The answer was: really fucking hard.

She didn’t know a pipe wrench from a vise grip, and before long she was finding herself extremely grateful for the tiny second bathroom that still worked in her flat. But she didn’t give up hope, and found herself turning to the trusty internet to help her out. It was there that she found her a forum specializing in home improvement, where people who had an actual idea of what the hell they were doing kindly offered their expertise and assistance to the poor little American girl who had become completely overwhelmed by her task.

It was on this forum that she met Gerald Parkman. At fifty-one years old, he had ample time over the years to figure out how to fix a busted pipe. Given his natural inclination towards fussiness, he had learned to take care of many basic tasks that would have required a tradesman, and he had been a lifesaver for Cynthia.

With his instruction and patient guidance through private messages, she had slowly managed to minimize the damage and fix a few things in her bathroom. He had even helped her to find someone else who charged much less to fix what was left over, while giving her pointers for other areas of her flat that needed work.

Throughout these messages they would often slip in personal conversation, getting to know one another. She knew his favorite food, and he knew that she went for a run in the evenings. They had spoken at length about favorite movies, music and even recommended books to one another. Given the difference in their ages, they seemed to have a great deal in common.

So when the bathroom was fixed and her flat fixed up, they still continued to speak. Only they took the next step and began to write at their respective email addresses, a touch more intimate to both of them. Not that anything that was said there had been inappropriate, more mildly flirtatious. At least as much as Gerald was willing to flirt, though he seemed to delight in her occasional implications and teasing.

After a particularly long day at the office, Cynthia happily entered her apartment, slipped off her shoes and jacket and headed to her computer. As it loaded the operating system, she wandered into the kitchen for a glass of wine, pulling her long, dark hair from its bun and shaking it out over her shoulders.

She was an attractive women, though not a beauty queen. Her hair was thick and a dark brown, almost black. Her skin was a light brown, though her ethnicity was always difficult for others to distinguish. Her eyes were so dark that they glittered like polished onyx, surrounded by thick lashes that she always wished were longer.

As for her body, she always considered it average. She was neither overweight nor thin, with a soft stomach and large breasts that were not nearly as firm as she would like. Her hips were narrow, but her bottom rounded just enough to be seen in the right kind of jeans.

Cynthia curled that body into a chair now, blowing a strand of hair from her face with her full lips. This had become a regular routine, getting online to surf various forums, read blogs or watch shows thanks to her not having a television with a working license. But her first port of call was always her email account, and when she saw Gerald’s name heading a new escort gaziantep bayan tanıtımları message she grinned happily.

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 5:47 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

Hello Cynthia,

You know, it doesn’t matter how often I type your email address in, it still makes me laugh. I am almost thinking of creating one of my own, just to have something more interesting than my former work address to write to you from.

How are you? You had mentioned the other day that you had a large staff meeting to attend this morning, and you seemed nervous. I hope everything went well? In any case, I doubt you have anything to fear, even if there have been rumors of redundancies. I can only imagine they would be lost without such a clever woman on the payroll.

Sincerely,

Gerald

Cynthia read over this email with a smile. He was always considerate, and he frequently brought up things she had mentioned in the past. Which was much better than the last several men she had dated, all of whom were much too preoccupied with her tits to care much about what was going on in her life.

Taking a quick sip of her wine and placing it down on the desk, she opened up a reply window and wrote him back. Hopefully, he would be online and they could have one of their enjoyable evening chats…

* * *

Gerald Parkman had, for the most part, lived a satisfying life.

He came from a working class family, and he had not been in a position to go to university. But after working for a time at his father’s struggling building company, he had secured a low level position in his early twenties at an insurance agency. Over the decades he had managed to climb the ladder, sticking with the same company tenaciously until he had been poached by a rivaling business and placed into upper-middle management.

Marrying young, his wife Agatha had watched him become more successful. He had been able to give her the things she wanted; a nice house, regular holidays, the ability to stay home with their only son, Anthony. All of which she had enjoyed, along with her credit cards, and she showed her appreciation by being an attentive and loving wife.

Over time, their relationship had…not soured, that wasn’t the right word. More ebbed away into something barely there. They were friendly and courteous to one another, and fights were non-existent. Sadly, that was due to the lack of passion and communication, rather than any improvement in their marriage. As evidenced by their total lack of a sex life.

When they had first gotten married, Agatha had been willing to have sex, if not especially enthusiastic about it. Not that Gerald had ever complained, and over time he began to feel as though his desires were disrespectful to the wholesome woman who became all the more long suffering in performing the most basic of sexual tasks.

By the time their son was born, they made love perhaps once every couple of months. As Anthony grew, he was lucky to get any physical affection beyond a peck on the cheek. Besides the occasional spontaneous hand job out of pity, sex had entirely dried up by the time the boy was in high school.

Gerald had long since been spending more and more time at the office at this point. He would never be unfaithful to his wife, no matter how tempted, and so he kept himself busy at work. His office became a refuge, and the one place where, after hours, he would look at pornography and guiltily hide the evidence of his wanking before heading home. Usually thinking about the young women in the office that he would be forced to look in the eye the next day.

However depressing it might all seem, he was not unhappy. Sure, he was sexually unfulfilled, but he felt that it was rather his own fault for being so fixated on his desires anyway. The rest of his life had been a triumph of hard work, and he had many benefits for it. His son was a good boy, who had been accepted into a top university, which Gerald could not be more proud about. As for his marriage, he truly did love his wife and he felt lucky to have such a good woman who cared so deeply for him.

Things began to take a turn for the worst the fall of his fiftieth year. He had been in the kitchen, preparing for another long day of work. As he half-heartedly listened to his wife trying to convince him to take a holiday in Spain that year, he started to notice a tingling in his left arm.

At first, he thought it had fallen asleep and began to rub his shoulder. But before long it coalesced into a sharp pain that spread to his chest. It had been Gerald’s first heart attack, and a wake up call for a lifestyle change. The biggest of which was his company insisting that he take early retirement, cutting off his lifeline and ending a career that had given him a sense escort gaziantep bayan telefonları of purpose in life.

He liked to think that this had not triggered anything major, like a midlife crisis. It had merely forced upon him a pallor of boredom that he had been adamant he overcome. There was some belief from his wife that they would spend the time together, doing things they had always wanted. Unfortunately, it became apparent that the two had nothing in common, and within the first few months she had retreated to her own activities and left him to his devices. Who would have known that those ‘things they had always wanted’ were not the same for either of them?

Gerald had turned to projects to keep him occupied. When the small ones were not doing it for him anymore, he took on a much larger task he had always told himself he would do: a full house remodel, including an extension on the left side of the house. It was the perfect way to exhaust his energy and keep him from lingering too long on the growing discontent in the back of his mind.

While he could do a number of useful things around the house, he needed help. So he had become active on a number of websites, the most frequent being a forum that had sparked his home improvement project into a full hobby. Especially as it gave him a chance to offer his expertise to others, and so feel useful once again.

He was halfway through the remodel when he met Cynthia. The young woman was nothing more than another post with a problem, at first. But the more they spoke, the more he began to like her. And the more that tense feeling he refused to examine seemed to increase within him.

It was when they exchanged photos – a friendly gesture – that he found himself becoming a little obsessed. He had not given much thought up to that point of what she looked like. When she jokingly brought up the fact that he could be anyone, like a 14-year-old boy with a hardware magazine membership, he had laughed and searched out some old holiday photographs from two years before. Sending her one, he had been surprised when he had gotten a photo back.

The young woman in the photo was sitting with who he assumed to be several members of her family, including smiling parents and perhaps her brothers. She had dark eyes and hair, and smooth, tanned skin. The word that fluttered to mind as he studied the photograph was ‘exotic’. He had been unable to keep himself from letting his eyes glance to the slight bit of cleavage peeking through the v-neck shirt, and her large, firm breasts.

She was beautiful in an unconventional way that he found he liked, and with her warm personality, wit and charm, he was immediately hooked. Though this was a secret attraction only, and he did everything in his power to control it. He was, after all, a married man. Besides, she was a fraction of his age, and he liked her too much to make her uncomfortable. He was terrified that if she knew the developing thoughts and fantasies of which she starred, she would stop speaking to him.

Attracted he might be, but all he really sought was a bit of friendly conversation.

He had spent the day painting the small upstairs office, and it was currently airing out. The windows all over the house were open to the quickly darkening autumn night. His wife had cleared out for the evening, participating in a function he hadn’t really heard her explanation of. Some kind of raffle? Or maybe a sale of some kind?

In any case, he was alone once more with the stereo playing quietly in the background. He barely heard the music that in today’s world was classified as ‘oldies’, but he could still remember hearing for the first time as a kid. He was surfing the net to avoid having to think on that too clearly.

Taking a sip of iced tea, he opened up a new browser tab and checked his email. A small smile flickered on his lips when he saw Cynthia’s name waiting in his inbox, a reply to his earlier message. Experiencing the small wiggle of excitement that made him feel like a foolish schoolboy, he opened the email and read her response.

From: Cynthia Weber

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:25 PM

To: Gerald Parkman

Hey Gerald,

As always, you’re right. It turns out I had nothing to worry about…technically, I have been promoted. I will be heading the group of paralegals on staff, which is a step up. The problem is that my bosses are still cheap bastards, so while I will have more responsibility I won’t have a bigger paycheck to show for it. Oh well, it is better than getting canned, I suppose.

Otherwise, my day has been long but standard. What about you? You had mentioned you planned on tackling that paint job in your office. Did it go well? Feeling high from the paint fumes? I am about to feel blissfully tipsy from my wine. Wish you escort gaziantep bayan videoları were here to share a glass. 🙂

By the way, thank you for the compliment. Hopefully my employers start to see me as intelligent and indispensable as you do!

Cynthia

– – –

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:37 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

Sadly, I received many of those ‘promotions’ during my career. The good news is that if you take it with a smile and do well, a pay raise can’t be too far behind. The trick is showing them that they couldn’t possibly run things as smoothly without you there. Once you convince them of that (which I doubt should be difficult, in your case) you are on your way to bigger and better things.

The office is complete, and with minimum pain involved. Though I did have to redo the baseboard when it came out uneven near the door. Enough of that, I would hate to ramble.

I am not much of a drinker and never have been. But a glass of wine sounds nearly as lovely as the company. My own glass is filled with nothing stronger than iced tea with lemon, which is being enjoyed in an empty house.

Perhaps I will take the wine, after all. Though I would worry about my behavior. Especially if I have, indeed, been affected by the paint fumes. Who knows what shocking things I might divulge?

* * *

Cynthia stared at the message in surprise, reading over the last bit a couple of times as she sipped her second glass of red. Was he flirting? It wasn’t much to go on, but given his usual replies even when she herself teased him, it was something different.

Her eyes slid over the final sentence. “‘Who knows what shocking things I might divulge?'” she read out in a hushed voice. A small smirk touched her lips. “Oh yes, what might you say, Mr. Parkman?”

To her surprise, she found that she rather liked the idea that he may be flirting. She had never really considered him as a love interest. He was so much older than her, for one thing, and he was married, for another. She wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with anyone in a committed relationship, much less a man old enough to be her father.

Despite this, she found herself biting her lip as she typed out her reply.

From: Cynthia Weber

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:51 PM

To: Gerald Parkman

Iced tea? You are a rebel, aren’t you? 😉 If you put a splash of rum in the glass we would be talking about my kind of beverage.

I can understand staying away from the booze, and I try not to partake too much unless it is a special weekend or occasion. Though I have to say it is a real shame…I bet you have all sort of interesting secrets in let lose.

You might be shocked to know that I have plenty of my own.

* * *

As he read her message he felt his eyebrow creep up into an arch. Secrets? It seemed obvious that she was flirting with him, though she had done so playfully before. This didn’t feel quite the same, however. There was a touch more intimacy in the implication, and he felt a slight heat in his gut as he wondered at what those ‘secrets’ might be.

Though his mind was telling him he should stop this now, he ignored the voice of warning. After all, nothing had been said that wasn’t perfectly innocent. So what if there was a bit more of a teasing tone to it this time? It had been so long since Gerald had indulged in such a conversation that it seemed high time he allowed himself a minor pleasure.

He sat staring at the screen for a full minute, unsure of himself. This was unfamiliar territory, and he wasn’t sure how much was too much. In the end, he decided to follow her example and never take a step beyond where she left them. It seemed the safest route, and still thrilling to consider.

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:55 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

Secrets? Me? I am afraid that my thoughts are hardly exciting enough to catch the interests of such an enticing woman as yourself. Though I will admit that a couple of glasses of alcohol would make my confessions a tad more surprising than without them.

Now your secrets are another matter entirely. I can only imagine what fascinating quirks linger behind those big, brown eyes of yours.

Have another glass of wine, for me.

– – –

From: Cynthia Weber

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 7:01 PM

To: Gerald Parkman

Why Gerald Parkman! Are you trying to get me drunk? Because if you are, there are much more effective drinks than wine to get the job done. Then again, I might just spill my secrets without the help of liquor, if you were to coax me.

I bet your own thoughts are much more scandalous than you let on. I have to admit that my own have gotten a lot more heated since I broke up with my ex. That always happens to me when I am single.

– – –

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 7:11 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

I am sorry to say that marriage doesn’t always help that. Of course, not all couples are like Agatha and myself. We don’t discuss anything that would be considered inappropriate, as it makes her uncomfortable.

It is shocking that you are single. A woman like you must have men lining up around the block to woo you.

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Tracey stood outside the gleaming white building looking at the large sign which read,

Eastfield Medical Science Centre

and wondered again why she was there.

It was her boyfriend Steve, that was why she was there. It was him who had seen the ad in the local paper asking for volunteers to test a new breast enhancement drug.

As far as Tracey was concerned she was more than happy with the current size of her breasts thank you very much, she was the proud owner of a set of DD boobs, but everybody knew that as far as men were concerned there was no such thing as too big.

Apparently Titalin was a drug designed to increase the milk yield in dairy cattle and it had been a great success in the cows increasing their yield by 150%. Someone had noticed that the size of their udders had increased exponentially and had come up with the idea this might be a good drug to give to human females.

Nobody knew if it would make them produce milk but if it increased the size of their breasts that was a good enough reason to try it, and so human trials had been started.

The first set of tests hadn’t gone that well, the drug was too powerful for humans, it had been designed for cattle after all. They used fifty girls for the first set of tests and they all ended up with balloon size breasts that leaked milk constantly. They also ended up as brain damaged as you could get, the drug rotting their brains.

The press heard about all of this and treated the story as a funny aside, picturing some of the girls with their freakishly huge breasts and drooling from the mouth with a blank expression. One newspaper printed a picture of six naked girls in sitting in a cow stall with the heading,

The Perfect Girl!

All of this gave Tracey natural cause for concern but the advert her boyfriend saw stated that the trial was going to use a new version of the drug which had been reduced in strength.

That still didn’t exactly placate her too much but her boyfriend was not the type of man a girl argued with, a few black eyes had taught her that!

It didn’t even make her feel any better when she’d heard that the trial was to use twelve girls in total, six slaves and six free girls. She was a free girl and glad of it, female slavery had been legalised a year before and was still in its infancy.

Salves were available to buy from registered slave centres which were not in most towns, with cities having two or three of them. Although it was easy to buy a slave nowdays, anyone with money in their pockets could do it, it wasn’t cheap.

Most slaves cost over then thousand pounds with the best ones going for up to fifty thousand. There was no finance plans in place yet for buying a slave, so you had to pay in full and this put owning a slave out of reach for most people. After all who had ten thousand in cash in their bank account, not many.

So although slaves were available and there were plenty for sale, the actual amount you saw in your daily life was very few. It was a bit like seeing a Rolls Royce parked on the high street, unless you lived in central London they were rare!

The whole idea of slavery though was exciting to Tracey. She considered herself to be a submissive girl, most girls were nowdays, and after all the height of submissiveness was slavery.

Once you bought a slave she was literally your property to be used how you wished. The girl was fitted with a steel collar around her neck and embedded in that was a micro chip that gave anybody who scanned her details of her name, age, weight etc. as well as details of her owner.

The high price kept most of the sleaziest men who wanted a cheap thrill away but obviously some girls were bought purely as sex toys. The man who bought her might be a better class of person but they could be just as perverted as a man who couldn’t afford her.

The police were not interested either, after all the girl was now a slave and someone’s property, if her owner wanted to carry out his most depraved fantasies on her that was not their concern.

All of this actually added to Tracey’s fantasies of slavery, the idea that she could be bought and collared and then used in whatever way her new owner wished was incredibly exciting to her.

In real life she knew she probably wouldn’t of found it so exciting, having a red hot poker pushed up your pussy like she’d heard had happened to one girl was probably not so exciting!

That kind of thing didn’t happen too often, after all slaves were not exactly disposable at the prices they were, but rape and sexual humiliation was part of a slaves daily life.

At the moment any girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be registered as a slave and at twenty two she knew she was prime slave age. She was also a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a great figure, any man would be happy to buy her as a slave she was sure.

She had to admit that the thought of mingling with real salves during the drug trials was appealing, it was bound to add more stories and ideas to her fantasies.

So she found herself standing nervously out side the building after her boyfriend had sent off the application for her, denying her any choice in the matter.

She saw another nervous looking girl pause outside and then enter the building, and so taking this as her cue she took a deep breath and smoothed down her dress and entered the main glass door.

Inside the building was as gleaming as it was outside, Tracey was sure that if she looked hard enough she could see her reflection beaming up at her from the shiny floor. She was standing in quite a cavernous central hall and for a moment her courage almost deserted her, never the most confident girl the gleaming efficiency of the place overwhelmed her.

It was reasonably busy with people rushing everywhere and she stood rooted to the spot in confusion and fear.

She was saved when she suddenly heard a girls voice asking if she could help her coming from behind. Spinning round she saw a pretty girl of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey quickly explained why she was there.

“Oh yes, Mr Chambers bunch,” she giggled and then pointing she said, “through those doors and just follow the hall right down the end, it’s the last door on the right, there will be a receptionist and other girls waiting no doubt, just tell her who you are.”

Tracey tanked her and started off through the doors. Once in the new hallway she could see it stretching off in a straight line ahead of her.

“Even I can’t get lost here.” she said to herself without any true conviction and started on her way down the hall.

She was beginning to wonder how big this building was and whether or not she had indeed got lost when she reached the end and the promised door on the right. Smoothing down her dress she knocked on the frosted glass panel of the door and entered.

The inside was much like any doctors waiting room with one desk and a dozen or so chairs facing it. Behind the desk was a middle aged woman who looked up as Tracey entered. The chairs were nearly all occupied by girls no doubt there for the same reason she was. Ten in total so at least she wasn’t the last one there but the ting that really caught her attention was that six of the girls were sitting there stark naked!

They were obviously the slaves and were sitting there completely naturally and unembarrassed, naked apart from their collars.

Slave or not Tracey was sure that she couldn’t of sat there so casually with nothing on, for a second she almost forgot why she was there but was reminded when the receptionist asked her name and she was told to take a seat.

Sitting she would of normally said hello to the other girls or at least smiled at them but nobody was speaking or looking at her and everybody seemed unnerved by the naked slaves sitting with them. She had seen naked girls before of course but not as blatantly as this and she didn’t know what to say or how to react so instead she sat quietly like the others.

They were told to be there by nine am and Tracey could see by the large clock on the wall opposite them that it was nine fifty by the time the inside door opened and a man stepped in. He was an older man of around sixty, portly and if Tracey had seen him in the street she would of marked him down as a bit of a letch!

The naked girls didn’t flinch though now that there was a man in the presence and for his part he didn’t pay them much attention either. He walked over to the receptionist and had a quiet word with her. It appeared that the twelfth girl had not shown up which was causing some consternation. Finally though he turned to face them for the first time and said hello and told them to stand up and follow him through into his office.

They all did as they were told and walked into his smaller office where there were no seats and so they ended up all standing around his desk while he sat behind it looking at them.

He started off by thanking them for coming and for helping them with the trial.

“Unfortunately only eleven of you have turned up and we need twelve so I’m going to obtain another slave to help us so there will be seven slaves and only five free girls in the trial.” he said which didn’t particularly bother Tracey but what he said next most definitely did.

“Talking of slaves, I see that the ones here are all naked of course as they should be, can the rest of you please remove your clothes now, I want you all naked together please.”

Tracey looked at him in shock. She knew Titalin was injected directly into a girls nipples but she’d never expected to have to be naked, especially in front of this creepy man. To her surprise though the other four clothed girls with her didn’t appear to object at all and were already undoinging buttons and pulling down zips.

She knew she had a good body and nothing to be ashamed about there but she had never really flaunted herself like a lot of girls did nowdays, she tended to stick to the longer skirts and dresses rather than the micro mini skirts that most girls wore.

She panicked slightly, Mr Chambers obviously hadn’t been joking when he’d ordered them to strip and one of the girls was down to her underwear already and so taking as deep a breath as possible and telling herself she was undressing for a Doctor, although she wasn’t actually sure he was, she started to unzip her dress.

This really was an ordeal for Tracey, she even got embarrassed if her dad saw her in her underwear at home, but she forced herself to slide her dress off her shoulders and let it slip down her body so she could step out of it.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that all the other girls were now naked and he hesitancy had only now focused all the attention on to her as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She had large heavy breasts and she noticed that she was probably the bustiest girl there.

Knowing they were all now waiting for her she quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down before dropping them on the table with the rest of her clothes like the other girls had done.

“Very good,” Chambers smiled, “ doing as your told is a key part of this process and I know that wasn’t easy for some of you but you obeyed my command, just like a good girl should.” he laughed creepily.

Tracey knew she didn’t like this man already and to make it worse he picked up his phone and asked the receptionist to come in and when she did so escort gaziantep ofise gelen bayan he pointed at the piles of discarded clothes on the table and said,

“Take those away will you, they won’t be needing them for a while.”

Tracey looked on forlornly as the receptionist scooped all the clothes up and did indeed take them away shutting the door behind her. It was embarrassing enough standing there naked but now that her clothes had gone she felt even more exposed.

A second later the door opened again and in walked another naked girl and Tracey saw from her collar that she was the extra slave that had been drafted in, how many slaves did they have in the building she wondered!

“Good, now there are twelve of you please follow me to the lab area.” Chambers said standing up and they all filed out of the room like a line of baby ducks following their mother.

She found themselves walking down the same long corridor back the way she had came only this time every person they passed, and there were quite a few, was seeing her naked, a mortifying experience.

Why couldn’t they of had the waiting room nearer the lab or got them to undress actually in the lab instead of parading them naked through the whole building!

To make matters worse they had to walk through the entrance hall which was very busy with members of the public as well as building employees and she began to think that they were showing them off on purpose. She also realised that any casual observer would think that the whole group were slaves, a thought that was actually quite exciting.

Eventually they reached their destination, another room full of computers and various medical looking instruments and not much else. It did hold one other thing though, a young boy wearing a white lab coat, obviously not long out of school who looked at the twelve naked girls with much interest.

As they all stood around in a semi circle facing Mr Chambers he explained that they were going to be hooked up to a machine which would in effect pump the drug into them.

“Now as you are all no doubt aware this experiment is to test a new version of the drug Titalin and you have all signed forms committing you to this procedure?” he said.

Tracey had indeed signed a plethora of forms once she’d volunteered, she didn’t read them fully, who does, but she understood the gist of them which was basically that she agreed to do whatever she was told to.

“This is indeed a new version of the drug, reduced in strength but we intend to pump larger doses into you to make up for that,” he carried on, “the ultimate aim is to produce large breasted females who will contribute to society by producing milk by the gallon.”

Tracey knew what the aim of the drug was before she signed up but having it explained to her while she stood naked in a air conditioned room with the temperature settings seemingly set to freezing did not ease her concerns. Of course the main reason she signed up was because her boyfriend told her to.

“Now we fully expect to have to go through several versions of the drug before we reach our goal and some of the more unpleasant side effects we witnessed last time may still happen with this version but more than half of you are slaves and quite frankly we can absorb the loss.” he smiled.

Absorb the loss! What loss! Tracey didn’t like the sound of that one bit, she knew the previous test subjects had been reduced to mindless vegetables but she’d assumed they had ironed those problems out and that’s why they were testing this version.

She was about to say something when another girl in a worried tone asked him how dangerous this drug was.

“Oh very dangerous, this is version two of what we fully expect to be ten versions before we are satisfied with the results, to be frank even if this was version five or six I would be very worried.” he said flippantly.

“Well I’m sorry but I’ve changed my mind.” the girl said trying to sound strong and determined but sounding like what she was, a naked and scared girl.

Chambers sighed as if he’d been expecting this,

“I’ve just asked you all if you’d signed your assent forms and you all assured me you had and therefore you cannot change your mind you silly girl,” he said annoyed.

The girl looked confused and worried but made no attempt to leave as Chambers carried on,

“You are all going ahead with this trial now like it or not and if you don’t the consequences for you will be dire in the extreme I can assure you of that.”

Tracey wondered how much more extreme they could be but like the others you stood quietly, subdued by his words.

He turned to the boy and started telling him to prepare each girl for to be attached to a rather frightening machine which appeared to consist of long needles attached to thin tubes that were in turn attached to a central pumping unit. Preparing the girls involved rubbing their nipples with an antiseptic wipe and tweaking them to make sure they were erect as possible, a job the boy loved and which wasn’t really necessary in the coldness of the room!

To unnerve the girls even further the man laughed and said,

“I should warn you that the needles have to be pushed through the centre of your nipples as deep into the tit as we can, that will cause you an awful lot of pain, but don’t worry, I quite like the sound of girls screaming and crying.” he chuckled.

Not for the first time Tracey thought about simply running away but she was naked and her clothes were on the other side of the building so instead she gave serious consideration to punching Mr Chambers as hard as she could on his nose but ultimately decided against it.

He hadn’t been lying though, when her turn had come to be injected she knew from the screams from the other girls that he’d been telling the truth, she’d never felt pain like it, the sting of the needle piercing her nipple was extreme but even worse was when she felt it being pushed deeper and deeper into her breast.

It felt to her like a solid foot of needle was pushed into her, it couldn’t be that much of course but it felt like it. With most immediate pain it quickly dies down to a manageable level but this didn’t, the level of pain stayed extremely high throughout.

She managed to look around at the other girls who were now all kneeling in a circle hooked up to the central pump and all seemed to be in as much agony as herself.

It wouldn’t of been so bad if they were unhooked after five minutes, well that was a lie, it would of still been bad, but they were left with the needles deep inside them for an hour, the machine constantly throbbing and pumping the drug into them.

They were even left alone in the room for half an hour, each girl too weak to do anything about it, and even though it was the most painful hour of her life, Chambers and the boy seemed if anything rather bored.

Eventually the boy went around the circle rather roughly yanking the needles out of each girl, accompanied by yelps of pain as he went. It seemed to take an age for him to reach Tracey but he did and she almost collapsed fully onto the floor like several of the girls had done.

“Well done girls, “ Chambers clapped, “ that’s your first session done, only five more to go, “I’ll see you all back here in a weeks time, “ he laughed, “ in the meantime make sure you keep a record of breasts, size, weight, tenderness, you probably won’t see too much improvement during the first week and we will scan you again next week but it’s important that you keep a record as well”.

Tracey was just glad the needles weren’t in her any more and the walk back through the building seemed slightly less embarrassing than before, very slightly!

As he had said there wasn’t too much noticeable difference during that first week, maybe her bras pinched a bit but may as easily be her imagination rather then any increase in the size of her breasts.

Her boyfriend seemed disappointed, as if he were waiting for her to sprout beach ball size breasts overnight and he acted like a sulking school boy when they didn’t.

Tracey was quite pleased, maybe the lack of any visible signs would mean that he didn’t make her go back for week two but it was her that ended up disappointed when he reminded her of the appointment at the centre and made it clear he expected her to attend.

So at the correct time she presented herself at Mr Chambers office and took her seat in the waiting room with the other girls. As before they were kept waiting well past the appointment time and when he finally did come out and usher them into his office it became clear that two of the girls hadn’t shown up.

Two of the free girls, the slaves were all there of course and Tracey wondered if they’d ever actually left the building at all or were they kept inside the medical centre somewhere.

In reality although angry Chambers was also philosophical about the missing girls, as if he’d expected it.

“I told the bosses we should only use slaves for this, at least they will turn up!” he muttered under his breath as he picked up the phone and asked someone to send him two more slaves.

Tracey herself probably wouldn’t of come back if it hadn’t of been for her boyfriend, the thought of being injected with those needles again filled her with dread.

Once again they had to strip naked in the office and joined by the two new slaves the group were marched through the building to the lab area where they were once again scanned. It hadn’t missed her attention that they group now conisted of nine slaves and only three free girls.

A new boy was there this time and Tracey wondered what had happened to the first one, surely he wouldn’t give up a job like this one unless he was forced to.

The dreaded time came and again the room was full of the sounds of squealing and crying girls while Chambers stood to one side smiling to himself, God she hated that man!

Once again the hour passed slowly with all twelve girls kneeling around the pump they were hooked up too. She knew the sight they must be presenting Chambers and the boy, they for all the world looked like twelve dairy cows being milked although the were having drugs pumped into them and nothing being taken out, not yet anyway.

They were left alone for a while again, Chambers obviously having more important things to do and when he returned she was sure that each girl heaved a sigh of relief as they knew it must be close to having the hated needles taken out.

As the boy made his way round unhooking them Chambers coughed and started his little speech,

“Well done girls, only four sessions left now, during this week you should start to see some changes, “he said,” nothing too dramatic at this stage but your breasts should increase in size noticeably and you should start to feel different mentally as well, less alert, more confused, more, let us say, accommodating.” he laughed.

Tracey was now back on her feet like the others thinking to herself how much she hated his laugh.

“Don’t worry about these changes, embrace them, feel happy that they are happening, after all this is only the start and any changes will only become more pronounced as the trial continues, well that’s the plan anyway.” and there was that hateful laugh again.

They were marched back to his office to retrieve their clothes, only the three of them this time, the slaves being taken somewhere else, clothes not escort gaziantep öğrenci bayan needed for them. Although there was only the three of them dutifully marching behind Chambers through the building Tracey did feel slightly less embarrassed, walking naked through the busy corridors was becoming less inhibiting, was that the drug working though or was that her mind following his little speech to them. She didn’t know, she just knew she was walking along more confidently and if people saw her naked so what.

Again not much happened the first few days but towards the end of the week she did notice that her bras no longer fitted her. Whereas they pinched slightly a few times during the first week now she couldn’t even get them on without breathing in and even then it was a struggle.

Her boyfriend controlled the household finances and he had always been mean with money for her needs and she knew before she asked him for some money to buy some new larger bras what his reply would be and so on day five of the week she stopped wearing bras at all.

Normally she would have been embarrassed about this, she’d had large breasts before this trial even started and they bounced and jiggled alarmingly under her clothes if she ever went braless, something she very rarely did anyway.

Now her breasts were definitely bigger, bounced and jiggled even more, and she didn’t care at all. The few times she’d been braless before had always been in the privacy of her house and now she was happily going down the shops without a bra on and enjoying all the stares and comments she was getting.

Well a few women had made some catty nasty comments but the men seemed to like seeing her braless and that was the most important thing.

She’d struggled to wear a bra to work on the Friday and the next trial session was on the Monday ad she knew she wouldn’t wear a bra to work on Tuesday.

Her boyfriend was happy, he was beginning to see results from the drug and was enjoying her new larger breasts as much as she was. As well as being bigger her nipples were becoming more and more sensitive as well. It didn’t seem to matter how roughly her boyfriend treated them, pulling, pinching, biting, everything he did was a sensory delight to her and she loved it all.

Trial week three time came and they’d lost another free girl, they were down to just the two of them now but Tracey didn’t mind, the naked walk to the lab had been positively thrilling this time and she’d walked down there like she was a model on a catwalk.

She couldn’t say the needles were any less painful but once hooked up she was content to kneel there on the hard floor and feel the steady pulse of the pump as it filled her tits with the drug.

The hour seemed to fly by this time and before she knew it she was dressed again and out of the building desperate to get home to satisfy the burning itch in her pussy.

She had no real recollection of how she actually got home, she knew it must of involved catching a bus, or did she walk, she couldn’t remember, all she knew was once she got home she stripped off all her clothes in double quick time and found her biggest vibrator and flopped down on her bed and started using it and that’s how her boyfriend found her when he got home three hours later.

The next day their landlord came round, Mr Johnson, he was an fat oldish man who Tracey had never liked. He was creepy and always had a roving eye whenever he was around her and she was sure that if her boyfriend was not there he would try to take advantage.

Luckily her boyfriend was there today when he called round and said he’d come to talk about some repairs that needed doing to the flat.

Straight away his eyes were fixed on Tracey, she only had a thin dressing gown on which as well as being thin was also quite short.

She’d started off sitting opposite him on the sofa with her boyfriend as they chatted and then she’d been told to make Mr Johnson a cup of tea and so she’d got up to do so. As she brought it in and placed it on the table beside him he grabbed her arm and jokingly said she could sit on his lap now.

Now normally she would of run a mile at such a suggestion and he was probably expecting her to do just that and he looked just as surprised as she felt when she didn’t resist the pull on her arm and let herself be pulled down onto his lap.

If he was surprised he recovered quickly as he snaked an arm around her waist and held her firmly in place as if it was all a big joke and she would quickly jump up laughing and pulling away.

Instead she sat there perfectly content while the two men carried on chatting. She did worry that her boyfriend might create a fuss but over the last few days, even in her befuddled state, that he was enjoying showing her off, letting other people enjoy seeing her new body shape.

“Is she alright, I mean she looks a bit blank that’s all.” Mr Johnson suddenly asked laughing slightly.

“Oh sure,” her boyfriend laughed, “ she’s started a trial for that new tit growing drug, it makes their tits bigger and rots their brains a bit, well a lot.”

“Oh I saw a story about that in the papers, “ Johnson said excitedly, “they end up as dribbling morons with huge tits don’t they.” he chuckled.

“Well that’s what I’m hoping anyway.” her boyfriend laughed, “ her tits have got a lot bigger already and you can see how stupid she seems now.”

“Oh they are bigger already are they?” Johnson said looking at her chest with interest, “can I have a look, she was quite a busty girl to start with they must be huge now.”

“Be my guest.” her boyfriend replied as if he didn’t mind in the least at a creepy old man ogling his girlfriend.

With almost trembling hands Johnson reached out a few inches and pulled on the cord holding Tracey’s gown together and pulled on it,untying it until it hung loose and open on her shoulders.

“Take it off her completely if you like, I don’t mind.” her boyfriend laughed.

Now although her mind seemed to have a permanent haze over it nowdays Tracey was still aware that a few days ago the idea of being stripped naked, for she was naked under the gown, by Mr Johnson while sitting on his lap would of sent her running and screaming from the room but now she just sat there quietly while he reached up and pulled the gown off her shoulders and down her arms.

She didn’t even resist when he pulled her arms up so he could pull them through the sleeves and with a little flourish he threw the gown behind her to her boyfriend leaving her sitting there completely naked.

In the position she was sitting he couldn’t see her pussy but he certainly had a perfect view of her breasts and he quickly brought his hands up and started squeezing them happily, loving every second of it.

“I see what you mean, these are great.” he laughed.

“They sure are,” her boyfriend laughed with him, “give her nipples a hard pinch, they are super sensitive now.”

Happy to oblige he did just that and Tracey couldn’t help but moan bringing fresh laughter from the men. She knew this was wrong but what could she do, she never would of let her landlord play with her like this and she hated the way her boyfriend was letting it happen but it felt so good! Mr Johnson had big rough hands and he was being very rough with her breasts and now her nipples and she was loving it.

“I tell you who would love these.” Johnson smiled as he continued to play.

“Who?” her boyfriend asked.

“Charlie Slate, he owns the Red Lion down the road, they have strippers down there most nights and he’s always looking for new girls, the punters would love these beauties,” he laughed, “she’d earn you a few extra bob as well.”

“That’s an idea,” her boyfriend smiling obviously thinking the idea over, “You’d love stripping and shaking your new tits around in front of a pub full of horny men wouldn’t you Tracey?”

A few days ago she couldn’t of thought of anything worse, she knew a lot of pubs had strippers now but she’d always found it degrading to women. It wasn’t just taking their clothes off either, they were expected to fully entertain the crowd with full on lesbian sex with the other strippers, to public masturbation and giving out all kinds of sexual favours to the customers.

Tracey had been in a pub once with her boyfriend when a stripper had sat on the table in front of them stark naked and proceeded to finger herself to orgasm right there. It had taken a few minutes and whereas her boyfriend had loved it and had been enthusiastically cheering her on Tracey had been mortified by the whole thing and was relived when the girl had finished and moved on, her boyfriend had loved the show of course.

She currently had a good job, boring but safe, she was working for ABC Insurance dealing with claims that came in. In truth they were instructed by the bosses to try and find every way possible to decline any claims which often made her feel uncomfortable but the pay was always welcome at the end of the month.

She knew her boss wouldn’t like her moonlighting as a stripper but then he’d been angry with her the last few days as she couldn’t seem to concentrate at work any more. The prospect of sitting at her desk and staring at a computer screen four ten hours a day bored her to tears.

The men employed by the company only worked six hour shifts compared to the women’s ten hours. They often got paid more as well even though they did less hours.

Tracey didn’t complain though, none of the girls did, the price of slaves was falling slightly and only destined to fall even further. It would soon be cheaper to buy a slave and have the associated costs of of feeding and housing her than actually paying someone to work.

She was brought back to the moment by a sharp pain as Mr Johnson bit down hard on her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth.

He slapped her thigh and told her to stand up,

“I may as well see the whole package.” he laughed as she got to her feet

She stood without embarrassment in front of him, posing and twirling for him to see every last inch of her body.

“Oh yes, Charlie will love her.” he chuckled , “show us a few dance moves darling.”

Being naked in front of him was no longer cause for embarrassment, dancing naked for him was, she did her best though and he seemed satisfied with her efforts.

The idea of dancing naked for the horrible landlord would have been preposterous even a few days ago but now she was shaking her booty for him as if it was natural.

“Yes take my advice son, take her down to Charlie and get her working there, I take it she’s going to get worse?” he looked at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

“Worse?” he said confused.

“Yes, you said she’s half way through the trial so I guess the drug will destroy her brain completely by the end?”

“Oh yes,but her tits will be huge.” her boyfriend laughed callously.

“Well get her stripping soon then while she can still dance.” Mr Johnson smiled and with a final squeeze of her breasts he left without ever mentioning why he’d come in the first place.

The next few day dragged by, she went to work each day but had no real interest in it, she spent most of the time looking up porn on the computer which was strictly forbidden but nobody had noticed yet. She wouldn’t of gone in at all but her boyfriend made her saying something about wanting the money.

She knew her boss was close escort bayan oğuzeli to firing her and she wondered if it might be a good idea to start offering him a blow job every day now.

Finally the day of the trial came up and Tracey presented herself at the centre on time and eager to start the procedure. All the girls were now expected to sit in the waiting room naked, rather than undress in Mr Chambers office they had to do it outside in the waiting room. The slaves were already naked of course so it was just Tracey and the other free girl, a pretty girl called Emily, that had to undress and hand their clothes to the receptionist for storage.

Tracey could see that all the girls now had much larger breasts than when they’d started the trial and all sat with the same vacant look on their faces that Tracey often had. So far at least it looked like the drug was a roaring success.

This time when they were ushered into Mr Chambers office he told them that two people would be observing them in the lab, his seniors.

“I have told them a little white lie unfortunately”, he smiled, “I told them that the group consisted of all slaves, which it practically does, but for today I’m going to have to put slave collars on the two free girls here and issue you with slave numbers just in case they scan you.”

Now even in the fog of her current mental state Tracey knew that this wasn’t good. And from her worried look neither did Emily.

“Don’t worry.” he said raising his hands to placate them, “ I’ll take the collars off again once they have gone, I can’t do anything about the slave numbers unfortunately but if your not collared nobody will have anything to scan so nothing to worry about.” he smiled.

Tracey knew her days of arguing with him were long gone anyway so she knew she would agree to it but the thought of being made a slave, even for an hour, troubled her.

He did some typing on the keyboard of his PC and after a minute he pulled two stainless steel collars out of his desk drawer and motioned for Tracey and Emily to approach him.

“Right I don’t think these are the permanent type so lift your hair up for me and lean forwards so I can put these on you.”

Tracey exchanged a glance with Emily and saw straight away that like herself any possibilty of objecting was gone and so she did as she was told and offered her neck to him and felt the cold steel close tightly around it.

The click as it locked was thrilling but alarming too and she didn’t quite know how she felt as she straightened up, the weight of the collar feeling much heavier than she thought it would.

“Good girls.” Chambers laughed ,” now remind me to take them off when you leave or else I’m bound to forget and as far the the computer and our guests are concerned you are just two more slaves at the moment.”

The walk to the lab felt stranger this time, not because of the nudity but because everyone who saw her was seeing her as a slave, a properly collared slave and when she saw the two strange men waiting for them in the lab she knew that as far as they were concerned twelve naked slaves had just entered the room.

The needles hurt as always but this time the hour spent on her knees seemed to fly by and before she knew it she was back in Chambers office. She had no idea if his bosses had been impressed with what they saw or not, although mind you they had basically seen twelve large breasted naked girls kneeling on the floor in front of them for an hour, what wasn’t there to be impressed with!

True to his word Chambers appeared to forget about taking the slave collars off and if it wasn’t for Emily reminding him she was sure she would of left the centre with it still on. He even joked about it,

“There wouldn’t be much point in you getting dressed if I had forgot, who’s ever seen a slave with clothes on.” he laughed.

Tracey was still in two minds about the whole slavery thing, the idea of being a slave was exciting, but she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to be one.

Over the course of the week her breasts got even bigger, they were approaching ridiculous size now and people were noticing, Mr Johnson called round for another play and with her boyfriends blessing he ended up fucking her vigorously over the end of the sofa.

Her mental state stayed the same thank God, she found it hard to think of one subject for more than ten seconds, giggled a lot inanely, and basically acted like the worlds biggest airhead.

This disturbed Tracey, she was never the brightest girl but she was bright enough and now she could hardly string two words together and those two words usually made no sense.

She knew this wasn’t right but was unable to fight it and all her boyfriend did was make fun of her, mocking her for he dumbness and doing things like letting the landlord fuck her!

Even in her current state she could sense that her attraction was wearing off on him as well, although he was still having fun with her now enormous breasts it didn’t seem enough to hold his attention for long and she started to wonder if he was looking for another girlfriend.

The subject had been brought up by Mr Johnson while she was sitting naked on his lap again while he played with her boobs,

“Well if you want to get rid of her I’ll take her off your hands.” he’d laughed.

“No your alright, a couple of guys from work have offered to buy her.” her boyfriend replied.

“Well make sure you get a good price for her, she’s a cracker.”

“I’ll see, they are mates so I’ll give them a big discount, I’ve shown them a video of what she looks like now and they are looking forward to getting their hands on her, I just want her off mine.” he shrugged.

Tracey couldn’t remember posing for any videos recently and she shuddered wondering what the video showed.

“Well it will be a shame to lose her but maybe your right, get yourself a new girl to have fun with, this one’s had it.” Johnson laughed while pinching her nipples hard.

She got fired from her job the next day, even though her boss had been happy to accept the daily blow jobs and tit wank from her he couldn’t let her continue to work there, she had no attention span and was rude to the customers.

Of course he waited till after she’d sucked his cock that day before he told her he was letting her go. Even though she was happy that she wouldn’t have to go in every day now she was worried about what her boyfriend would say, especially about the loss of income, maybe he would start her working as a stripper now.

Week five of the trial arrived and Mr Chambers once again collared Tracey and Emily, he didn’t give a reason this time, he just did it and Neither of the girls complained, just offered their necks when he told them to.

By now Tracey didn’t mind the walk to the lab but today for his amusement he decided that it would be fun to make all the girls crawl there on their hands and knees. So everyone that passed them that day saw a line of twelve naked girls crawling down the long corridors, their large breasts swinging freely beneath them.

It took the line twenty minutes to reach the lab, Chambers walking in front smiling with pride as he paraded his girls through the building and everyone enjoyed seeing them.

Tracey felt neither ashamed or embarrassed, if Mr Chambers wanted them to crawl through the building that was his choice, he was the boss and it had nothing to do with her.

They were injected as usual and Chambers seemed happy with the way things were going,

“Next week is your last week girls”, he addressed them, “you should see one more growth spurt and maybe some lactation happening, embrace the change, milk those tits, if you do it will only encourage them to produce more and more milk,” he laughed,” so ask your boyfriends etc. to milk you every day, we want those tits full of fresh creamy milk don’t we.”

Everyone nodded in unison but to be honest if you’d told us all to assassinate the Queen we would of all nodded.

Once again he forgot to take off their collars and once again Emily reminded him, he seemed surprised that she dd but he took them off anyway.

The next day her boyfriend marched her down to the pub Mr Johnson had told her about and asked to see Charlie who was immediately interested in having Tracey dancing for him in the pub. If she’d known any better she would of felt ashamed as he told her to take her clothes off and dance around the bar naked showing Charlie her moves.

As it was it seemed like a reasonable request and so she did as she was told and was soon dancing her sexiest while the two men looked on appreciatively and within minutes the deal was done, Tracey was now a stripper!

She knew deep down that she should have been appalled but the idea of stripping and dancing naked for a bunch of strange men turned her on tremendously and she could hardly wait for her turn to arrive.

She’d been in the pub a few times before with her boyfriend and she hadn’t particularly liked the place, there was a rough atmosphere and most of the men looked nasty, not the kind of place you would bring your parents for a drink.

This time round though the place seemed fine, the men were friendly and loud and sure there were grasping hands everywhere but she didn’t have any clothes on, how else would the men react.

Her breasts were grabbed and mauled more times than she remembered and two men had even managed to insert their fingers into her pussy but she didn’t care, the men were happy and surely that was the important thing.

She was happy too and when Charlie told her it was time to stop she was disappointed, she could of carried on dancing all night.

She’d ended the night getting screwed by Charlie while bent over the bar, she wasn’t sure that was part of the deal but he certainly didn’t mind.

She walked home happy that night which hardly seemed possible after her feelings about strippers before.

Her breasts did continue to grow and everywhere she went now she heard people laughing and making comments about her freakishly big tits, especially as she never wore a bra now, she doubted she could buy one to fit her!

She didn’t mind the looks and jokes, she was proud of her tits, why shouldn’t she be, they were massive.

The day after week five of the trial and true to his word she started producing milk. Not a lot to start with but she was soon producing two pints a day and being milked by her boyfriend who enjoyed himself tremendously.

He would milk her like a cow, her naked and on all fours, her breasts hanging down beneath her and the milk being squeezed out of her into a large jug. He even let Mr Johnson have a go and he laughingly told her boyfriend that Tracey was his best tenant ever.

Week six of the trial came around, Tracey only remembered the appointment because her boyfriend reminded her countless times, she didn’t remember anything nowdays, everyday life seemed so hard.

Standing collared and naked in the lab as usual. Mr Chambers told them all how pleased he was with them, apparently the average breast size increase throughout the group was five cup sizes and they were all producing milk now.

“This is your last series of injections but you can expect your breasts to continue growing for a while longer until they reach they optimum size”, he laughed, “ you will also produce more and more milk, and I’m afraid whatever remains of your tiny brains will dwindle even further.”

Tracey had no idea what that meant but he looked pleased and that was good enough for her, after all pleasing men was all that mattered wasn’t it?

This time Emily forgot to remind Mr Chambers about taking their collars off and they went home with it still on. They had finished the trial now and were not due back at the centre for months so how would she get it off, she decided she didn’t care.

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This is another of my life stories, names are changed for obvious reasons, as I remember it many years ago. I was 48 and my 18 year old son lived at home with me as it was his last year of high school.

Normally, I work an 8 am to 5 pm office job and visit clients periodically. I get home about 6 pm. My son, Steve, played football until he broke his arm so now he gets home about 3:30 pm, prepares dinner and does his homework. He has lots of friends in the neighborhood near his age and they visit our house often. The only rule is that the girls cannot come by until I am home. Just keeping him out of trouble and college in his future.

Anyway, one day, after visiting a client at his place of business, I decided to go home early instead of back to the office where I would just have to turn around and leave in 20 minutes and fight traffic. I arrived home about 3:45 pm, pulled into the back driveway, enter the house through the garage and headed for my room. Going through the den, I saw clothes on the floor, Steve’s and a girl’s.

I’m not dumb; I knew what was going on. I quietly walked down the hall and peeked into Steve’s room (the door was open). WOW!!! On his bed was Steve and two girls, both neighborhood girls. One, Marie – 18, lived across the street and the other, Dana – 19, lived at the end of the block. Maria is a beautiful Hispanic girl with olive skin and dark black hair past her shoulders, small breasts, and long legs and big kissable lips. Dana is a reddish brown haired Scottish girl with very white skin. She is shorter than Maria but has larger breasts and a fine figure. Both are good lookers. All were naked!

Steve had his cock sliding in and out of Maria while Dana was kissing Maria’s tits. It was a wonderful sight. Steve was over Maria on his hands and knees doing what looked like push-ups while his cock slid all the way to his balls into her and then he would push up and leave just the tip of it in her cunt. His cock was coated with her juices and seemed to sparkle. Maria’s cunt was covered with trimmed black hair also wet from their fucking. Her far leg was raised and the closer one was flat on the bed. At the time I couldn’t see her breasts well because of Dana.

Dana was standing on the floor next to the bed leaning over with her ass pointed toward me while she sucked Maria’s tits. From my position, it looked like she was clean shaven and I could see her cunt with it’s swollen lips. I was sure enjoying the sight when Sam looked over toward the door and saw me.

“Dad”, he said, and everyone look my way.

Everyone tried to cover themselves with a pillow or part of the bed sheet.

Steve said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be home so early. We were uuh” and he left off any further explanation.

Maria and Dana just looked scared and were quiet. I was silently enjoying the situation and sight.

Then Maria said, “Mr. B, we are so sorry.”

I said, “For what?”

That kind of surprised her and she paused for thought.

I continued, “There is nothing wrong with enjoying your sexuality as long as you are being safe. In fact, seeing all of you naked, it is making me horny.”

Dana said, “You’re kidding aren’t you?” I replied, “No, both you girls are beautiful women with beautiful bodies and believe me, I am getting horny.”

Dana Ankara travesti said, “If that’s true, show us.”

So I did. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled my zipper down, and lowered my pants and shorts. My cock stood to attention. Dana smiled and said how nice it looked.

My son said, “Dad!”

I just smiled at them all.

Maria asked if I wanted to join them. Of course I did. I removed my shirt and shoes and socks and walked over to the bed. I kissed both girls and rubbed my son’s head, the one on his shoulders. Not his favorite thing for me to do, but I told him that he sure knew how to pick beautiful girls and ones who obviously enjoyed their sexuality. I told him to continue with Maria and I would pleasure Dana for awhile.

I took the pillow from Dana so as to see all of her and tell her how delicious she looked. I sat beside her and leaned over and holding her cheeks in my hands, kissed her lips. Our lips parted and we both began probing with our tongues. Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue was sensuous as ours touched and explored. My hands moved from her face and down her body caressing her breasts. She was warm and her breasts firm (probably 36C). I cupped them and surrounded them with my fingers with the palm of my hand on her nipples. I could feel them harden against my palm.

I broke our kiss and gave her several quick kisses before lowering my head and kissed the tops of each breast in turn. Now her nipples were really hard. I removed my hand and looked. They were at least a half inch long, a light brown against white breasts. She must have not done much sun tanning for her body was nowhere tan, just a beautiful whiteness.

As I continued kissing those wonderful breasts, her hand began roaming over my body, my chest, my nipples, then my stomach and my ass. And it felt great! I held one of Dana’s breasts in my hands and kissed it top, bottom, side, and in-between. She felt so warm and smelled so sweet. Then I repeated the kissing on the other breast pausing in-between again. We took our time and enjoyed touching one another. She had wrapped her hand around my cock and was slowly stroking it.

Now I paused and sat back to just look again at Dana. WOW, Damn WOW! I looked at all of her, her round face, brown eyes, small nose, and reddish brown hair. Then I gazed at her shoulders and breasts, seeing again their perfect shape and pointed nipples. More than a handful each, soft and white with little bumps on her light brown areolas. If I could read brail, they would have said, “Kiss here.” Each stood straight out from her body, no sag, perfectly shaped. Now I lowered my gaze to her belly and her cute inny button with a silver stud in it [I would kiss it later.] and then to her sexy pussy which she had completely shaved. The outer lips were puffy and pale. Her inner lips slightly extended out so that I could see them and she had the largest clit I had ever seen, like a tiny prick. She watched as I looked and she spread her legs more so that could get a better look.

“You like what you see”, She asked.

“Beautiful”, I said.

She smiled.

The she looked at my standing prick and reached over and again put her hand around it. It jumped and she laughed and said how anxious it must be and began slowly stroking it. I am not İstanbul travesti overly long (6-1/2 inches), but it is fat (her fingers didn’t quite touch as she held it. I told her to be careful; it had not been used in quite a while.

A big grin came on her face and she said, “I will eliminate that.”

Then we were distracted as the bed began to bounce and we looked over and saw my son again over Maria, pounding away into her. Her arms were around his waist and she pulled him into her with each stroke. Dana and I watched. She and I both enjoying the sight of their love making. Dana leaned over and put her hand just above where Steve’s cock was entering Maria’s cunt so she could feel both of them at once. I leaned over and played with Maria’s small nipples and tits and then began kissing the one closest while nipple twisting the other one. Maria was purring like a satisfied cat. She love the attention and caressing and fucking. Her breathing became harder and she began to shake as she orgasm began. She pulled Steve down into her and bucked up. Then Steve exploded in her several times. Dana encircled his cock with her fingers as he shot his sperm into Maria.

When Steve pulled out of Maria, Dana took his cock in her mouth and cleaned him, licking all his sperm and Maria’s cum off cock. Then she dove over Maria and licked all the juices flowing out of Maria’s cunt. She licked and licked and Maria began having another orgasm and Dana licked harder. I never saw a woman love cum so much.

I saw that Steve hadn’t worn a condom and suggested that we get some, but he told me that both girls were on the pill and that they were all disease free [I am also by the way], so we did not have to worry.

When Dana finished cleaning Maria’s cunt, she said that it was now her turn to be pleasured and that she wanted me to be the one to fuck her. I told her I would love to do it but that first I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. She lay back on the bed, opened her legs and told me to take my time. I knelt between those white legs and began kissing those pouting lips of her pussy as though they were her mouth lips. She raised her hips and begged me to lick her clit. I began licking her slit bottom to top until I found that protruding clit and swirled my tongue around it. It must have been a half inch long outside its hood. Then she really started bumping on the bed. I put my lips around it and sucked it; I licked it; I pressed it with my tongue. Dana was going wild. She pressed my head harder into her with her hands. I licked harder. I licked farther down into her cunt and tongue fucked her. Her cum started flowing. I drank it with vigor. She tasted so good! Then she told me to suck her clit some more and I did. Again, she went wild and came at least twice more.

The Dana pulled my head up and said, “Fuck me, fuck me now.”

I needed no further enticement. I and my member were ready. I got up over her and she reached down and guided me into her wet cunt. She was warm, wet, soft. I slid in with ease all the way to my balls. It was definitely nor her first time. But her cunt was tight against my cock and it squeezed me tight. I held it deep in her for over a minute and then slowly drew it out until only the tip was in and then slowly entered her again, repeating this again and again.

I could see İzmir travesti Steve and Maria watching us, but did not pay much attention to them. Each time I lowered into Dana, I kissed her lips or her tits. She matched me stroke for stroke. Squeezing my cock each time I was deep inside her and wiggling her ass as I withdrew. With one hand I reached down between us and put my finger on her clit. She jumped and began raising her hips and fucking me from below. Ten or twelve more strokes and she began cuming hard. I felt her juices flowing over my cock and balls. It seemed to go on forever and then I could hold no longer and shot my cum into her wet cunt. We were spent and I lay on her for a minute. Then I rolled off her and quick as a wink, she was sucking and licking my cock to get all the cum she could.

I watched and enjoyed and then saw Maria get behind Dana and lick my and Dana’s cum out of her cunt. Everyone was happy and satisfied. The two girls sat back on the bed and looked at Steve and me. They asked us to stand together so they could compare out pricks. We did as asked. Steve is longer than I am; I am larger in circumference. Steve’s cock is also curved and mine straight. After they had fun comparing us they asked us to sit down on the bed in front of them. We faced them with our legs spread and they faced us with their legs spread.

First, I moved my foot between Maria’s legs and touched her pussy with my big toe. Then Maria touched my balls with her toe. Steve and Dana began doing the same thing. Maria said to Dana that she bet she could get me hard before Dana could get Steve hard. So the contest was on. They both put both their feet on our cocks and began stroking us. Maria and I lost. Steve got hard within a minute. I took longer since I am older and had just shot my wad. Sam’s cock stood up over his belly button; mine just below. We were horny and so were they.

Now I recommended that they should each get on their knees and raise their asses up and we would fuck them from behind and see which of them could cum first. They didn’t waste a second; they were up and bent over the pillows. Steve and I got behind them, counted to three, and began fucking them. Steve took Dana and I took Maria. With each stroke Maria shoved hard onto me. I thought she was going to take both my shaft and balls into her. I saw Steve doing the same to Dana. Our cocks were wet and shinny with their and our earlier cum. Within a few minutes Maria began moaning and a flood of cum began dripping from her cunt. It so excited me, I shot my cum into her. We had won, but only by seconds. Dana was cuming; Steve was cuming.

We both pulled out at the same time and Dana said, “lick us clean.”

Steve and I began to do so. Maria was as sweet as Dana. Her cunt hairs were dripping wet, but I enjoyed licking those cunt hair. I especially like licking her cunt lips and slit clean of our cum. Both girls were satisfied as were we.

For the next several hours, until the girls had to go home, we sat around naked and talked about sex, what was fun, and how they liked doing it with a father/son combination and that we must do it again. Then Dana told me that her mother, who was divorced, had not had a man in almost a year and maybe I would take her out to dinner and then make love to her. I said I would, but that is another story. We all did meet again several time until they all went off to college a few months later.

There has been no other fucking time that was as much pleasure as when we four got together except maybe the one time Dana and her mother had me together on night several months later.

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This is the ninth part of the Mrs. Wentworth saga. It comes after “Mrs. Wentworth and Stephen.” It moves slowly and I like it that way. I always appreciate comments and suggestions and thoughts and I reply to every feedback that has a reply email in it. Enjoy.

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The last week had been a whirlwind of emotions for me. I started annoyed at my Mom. She hardly even noticed I was alive but when she went away for some sort of work trip she made me stay with Mrs. Wentworth who had been my teacher when I was younger. I tried to resent her but I found out I liked her a lot. I started to discover how sexy she was. She had started out teaching me about dating but then I sort of fell for her. In fact last night after the opera was amazing. We had a very erotic night and then this morning it went much further. We actually slept together. It was the most amazing night of my life and not just because I had sex but that was a big part of it.

Now we were back home, at Mrs. Wentworth’s house that is. I was going to bed and found my sheets were being washed. When I told Mrs. Wentworth, she said “Stephen you might as well climb into bed with me for tonight and we’ll worry about the rest in the morning.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I quickly stripped down to my shorts, coincidentally they were boxer shorts she had bought for me. I climbed between the sheets she had held back for me and onto the spot on the satin sheets she was patting with her hand. The satin sheets felt very nice on my almost naked body. I loved the slippery feeling and there’s something just plain sexy about satin.

Mrs. Wentworth pulled the sheets up and then she rolled over to turn out the only light left on. After she turned it out she rolled back over and pulled me closer to her. “There. This should be more comfortable than sleeping in the spare room without any sheets on the bed. Besides, I bet you have never slept on satin before. Do you like the way it feels soft against you? I think it’s very sensual.”

“No, Mrs. W- I mean Lana. I’ve never slept on satin. It really does feel nice.”

While I was talking she reached over and took one of my hands and rubbed it on her thigh so I could tell she was wearing a satin nightgown. She kept moving my hand across her thigh, then her stomach, then up to her breasts. When she let go, I just kept massaging her.

“Yes, Stephen the softness of silk and the way it gently rubs against us is very erotic. The way two lovers feels completely surrounded by and encased in silk. The way, OH yesssssss.”

The last part was because I suddenly decided to take her nipples, hard and excited nipples, and pinch them gently but a little firmly. She obviously liked it so I kept doing it. I started to massage her breasts briefly and then pinch her nipples. It made her squirm in the bed and she was no longer talking. She made noises but none of them were words.

After a few minutes she grabbed my head and pulled me to her, pressing it down to find her nipples. She was moving in every direction on the bed but pulling my head to her nipple, holding it there and watching to see my tongue poke at the bumps in her nightgown. Then I decided to suck on her nipple through the nightgown. She moved her head back and started at the ceiling.

I reached up and moved her gown strap off her shoulder and peeled the top of the nightgown back to expose her breast. Then I attacked it with my tongue, swirling around her nipple, touching it with my teeth and finally sucking on it with lips and tongue together. She responded by crying out, almost screaming, and arching her back like a cat.

The whole scene was thrilling and made me want it to continue. I paused for a minute and she pulled on my head pulling it up and started to kiss me. She was out of breath and excited. While she kissed me she reached down and I felt her grabbing on my cock bulging in the shorts. I don’t have to tell you I was already very hard. Then I felt her hands exploring and pushing down on the shorts until they were shoved off and out of the way, almost down to my knees.

She moved and I moved until we settled into the right position but our lips never broke their lock. Finally with her legs on either side of my body and her hand tugging her nightgown higher and higher, she broke our kiss and whispered out of breath, “fuck me, my darling.”

I moved slowly as she guided the tip just inside her. I would have gone slower but she was hungry and moaning and thrust her hips up to push onto me. I didn’t need much more encouragement and started pushing in and out faster and faster. Underneath me she was controlling the pace and squirming almost out of control.

The noises coming out of her were strange and wonderful. She was loud and soon I felt her pushing upward on my chest until I was almost sitting up. Her legs soon locked behind my back and she was arched and bent backward a little, her arms spread out to either side. I was trying really hard to last while she gyrated every way you can think of.

Finally, she stopped gaziantep escort ilanları moving and her body got real tense and her face froze in a position, mouth open. It was like someone had stopped time but only for a second or so and then she screamed louder than anything I’d heard and her body started shaking over and over and over again.

Within seconds of this fireworks starting, I couldn’t hold on and I let go and came inside her holding her twitching body tightly against me.

It was amazing. After a few more seconds, without moving her legs from their locked behind me position she sat up a little and grabbed my shoulder and pulled on me until I went down and lay on top of her with our heads next to each other.

I was a little out of breath but she was still gasping for air but also very happy. We lay like that for a very long time with no need to speak or do anything but feel our warm bodies next to each other and feel our hearts beating a little fast.

I almost fell asleep like that but sometime later, maybe an hour maybe it was less, she sighed and squirmed a little. “I have to go freshen up, dear.”

I got off her and carefully pulled out, half hard by now. As I slid it out she used the silk of her gown to wipe it off and then rolled out of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I lay there naked now and thought about getting up and finding pajamas somewhere.

When Mrs. Wentworth came back, she was wearing a different nightgown but also satin. She climbed in and told me to stay naked. Then we went to sleep next to each other, my naked body cocooned by the satin sheets and my lover.

I woke up in the morning after a great night’s sleep. Mrs. Wentworth was looking at me and said “Good morning, sleepy.” I just smiled.

She said “I can’t believe you’re both up,” and giggled. I felt her hand on my morning hardness which was making an embarrassing tent in the satin sheets. I was about to say something when she turned and kissed the tip of the sheet tent. Then I felt her mouth close on it, still sheathed by the satin sheet.

She pushed a hand away and started giving me a satin sheet blowjob. With her hands rubbing the satin sheet where it came in contact with my balls, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She paused and said “don’t hold back.” I didn’t need any extra encouragement.

Within thirty seconds my first orgasm of the day was on me and my cock released itself surrounded by sheet and mouth. She sat up again and smiled. “I should have saved some for my morning coffee.” And then she laughed a naughty little laugh.

I looked down and could see a mess in the sheets now.

She got up and started to dress. “Be a dear, after your shower, bring the sheets for the washer.”

Other than that and the fact that we had now had sex twice and shared a bed and morning blowjobs were now normal, it was a morning like most other ones.

We had a slow breakfast on the patio and enjoyed the day.

I said out loud, “I wish this would never end.”

She looked at me very intensely and said only, “it doesn’t have to.”

I wouldn’t have minded if we spent the whole day alone but Mrs. Wentworth had put off her friends yesterday and today was their normal day for tea or lunch. So they were scheduled to come over at 2:00.

Mrs. Wentworth said, “maybe we should call your mom before we get started?”

I just shrugged and said, “not today.” She had a mysterious smile on her face.

We went upstairs to get ready, together, in the same room. I didn’t mind when she picked out my clothes. Since it was tea, she wanted me to serve again and laid out the tight shorts to hold me in. “I don’t know if our friend can get hard again but you know how you can be,” she said playfully. Then she watched carefully as I put them on and stood there waiting.

Actually I liked the feel of the tight shorts, like biking shorts but softer, almost silky like a combination of spandex and satin. Mrs. Wentworth had bought them to keep my erections from surprising people last time I acted as a waiter for her.

Today she smiled and said, “I like that.” She reached down and gently manipulated me, my erection getting harder while she groped me, and moved my cock so it was firm in the slightly looser pocket just down the right leg for it.

Then she stopped. “I don’t want you to make a mess.”

I waited while she took off all her clothes and put others on. She started with a pair of black satin panties which were very tight on her. “Originally, I thought they were a size too small but I like them, don’t you?”

“I like them a lot,” I said. And I meant it. I stared while she didn’t put anything else on. She had her back to me and kept bending over and down looking for stud on the floor. Every time she did, her beautiful butt looked gorgeous encased in tight black satin.

She kept doing it then she crawled across the floor to a dresser across the room. I finally figured out she was partly doing gaziantep escort kadın it to tease me and it worked. I then watched her put on a matching bra which she asked me to help her hook. “Be a dear and fix me up, honey,” she said.

Then she put on stockings and garter belts. That is a very sexy look and it drove me crazy. I watched each garter strap as she put a leg up and hooked it, her crooked leg drawing it tight. She got a dress out of the closet but announced it needed to be ironed. She thought she’d just put it in the dryer for a few minutes instead so she handed it to me to hold. Then she put on nice but not flashy black heels and walked ahead of me downstairs. I followed her as she put it in the dryer and she stayed like that in her underwear.

I thought it was super sexy and realized that actually I only had my tight shorts on. She intended to stay dressed like that but she had me run back up and put my shirt and pants on. “They’re on the bed in the spare room,” she said.

I dressed quickly and came back down. She was in the kitchen checking last minute on a lot of the food and showing me where everything is. “Wait a second, honey, let me look at you and make sure you’re okay.” She looked, walked around me, paused in the back, ran a hand over my butt cheeks which were prominent because the pants were cut real tight in the back, and then said “yes, that will be fine.”

She was still just in her underwear which was fine with me. She took her dress from the dryer and put it on a hanger but didn’t put it on yet. “I want to be careful of wrinkles.” She finally put it on a minute or two before the doorbell rang. I had just finished helping her zip it up when the bell rang. Walking around in her underwear had managed to keep me hard for the last 45 minutes. I wasn’t poking out but remember that these pants were a little tighter in spots and didn’t exactly hide it.

I answered the door and it was her friend Janine. She swept in and said, “oh hello darling, it’s just me and Kimmie today, I hope that’s enough women for you.” With that she kissed me on the cheek and swatted my butt and walked in. Kim was behind her and was politer but also hugged me.

Mrs. Wentworth welcomed them in and we all went straight to the dining room. Janine got things started by saying, “Stevie, darling, I know you’re happy to see me.” She looked down at the visible outline of my erection and winked while I blushed a lot. “But let’s not waste time today. Open the wine and skip the tea.”

I went to the kitchen to get the wine and they kept talking. “Doris, I love this piece of man flesh you have staying here. And I know Kimmie was staring at the bulge he has for us, weren’t you Kimmie?”

Kim giggled and I could just hear her say “stop that Janine.” I expected Mrs. Wentworth to say something but she didn’t.

I came in and did my best waiter impression and served. Janine completely ignored me while I poured but her hand, out of sight below table level, reached over and squeezed my bulge while I poured. Kim didn’t ignore me and didn’t touch me either but she was friendly. Mrs. Wentworth was talking to Janine but paused to say, “thank you, dear” and give my bulge a couple pats.

I wasn’t sure who knew what or what they could see or what Mrs. Wentworth was expecting but I didn’t think about it while I got the lunch plates together and out on the table before sitting down myself. Right before I sat down, I tried to sound like a very official servant. “Lunch is served.”

Like most of the times they’ve gotten together, the ladies talked a lot about a lot of things that I didn’t really know about. They talked about old times and mutual friends. After a bit, Mrs. Wentworth asked me to get another bottle of wine. I did and started serving it.

I started with Mrs. Wentworth who said, “I could get used to being waited on.” She smiled and patted my bulge again, this time giving it a couple of squeezes just so it didn’t get soft I guess. I’m sure she knew all her friends could see the outline, after all she noticed the last time we did this (see “Staying with Mrs. Wentworth, Part three.”). But she still wanted to keep me nice and hard, like she was showing off.

When I filled Janine’s glass, I noticed her blouse was practically half unbuttoned and she was almost showing herself off. While I poured, she kept stroking me the whole time and said “I have to get one of these.” The other ladies thought she meant a servant which I was pretending to be today but from where I was standing she might have meant something else.

Kim was last and said less but asked me a couple questions about the wine and about lunch and about how I was enjoying myself. She would ask a question that needed a long answer every time I stopped talking. It kept me there. She didn’t make eye contact and just stared the whole time at my bulge. It made me nervous but it was also kind of arousing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mrs. Wentworth watching. gaziantep escort kızlar She wasn’t obvious and she wasn’t mad. As I finally finished and found my seat again, Mrs. Wentworth asked with a smile, “Is everything okay, Kim?”

Kim blushed and muttered something.

The rest of the lunch nothing much happened.

That was okay though. I was just having fun being around three women. They were all very nice. Kim was very nice and it was cool that she kept staring at my bulge. I kind of liked that. Janine was like a wolf and had this really hungry look. I don’t know if she really wanted me bad or she was just teasing Mrs. Wentworth. I guess it didn’t matter only Mrs. Wentworth didn’t get upset at all today. In fact she touched me more when people weren’t looking than any of the other women did.

When it was time to leave I got the door and was there to help if anyone needed anything. Kim kissed me on the cheek and was very nice. Janine kissed me on the lips and kissed pretty good actually with her body pressed against my bulge. She whispered in my ear “next time maybe I can have that for lunch” and then licked my ear.

Mrs. Wentworth surprised me and them by saying “don’t I get a kiss from the waiter too?” Then she grabbed me and kissed me more strongly than Janine did, had both hands on my ass pulling me into her and made me throb inside the tight pants while her friends just stared.

Finally she let go and turned to them. “Thanks for coming girls. Have a good night.”

They left and were talking the whole way out to the car.

Mrs. Wentworth giggled a little. “I think maybe that was bad but I liked it.”

I laughed and said “they’re going to think it was bad.”

She turned and said, “oh no. It was very naughty. I think you bring out the worst in Lana, darling. Do you think Lana was a very naughty girl?”

I laughed and played along. “It’s okay. Yes, Lana was naughty but I don’t mind.”

She got a funny look on her face. “No, I know the rules. I’m not supposed to be naughty. I know that Lana must be punished.” And then she took my hand and led me into the family room and closed the curtains.

Then she had me sit on the couch and got on her knees in front of me. “I’m so sorry Stephen. I’ve been very bad and I know you must be firm. I know that Lana deserves a spanking.”

Then she stood up and laid herself across my knees, holding one leg. It happened to by the leg with my cock hard in my pants and she seemed to squeeze me a lot while she did it. She smoothed her legs out. She had kept her heels on and her dress this time. But I could see the outline of her garters while she lay there smoothing her dress tight against herself. Then she reached out and placed my hand on her ass.

I gave her two quick smacks. They weren’t real hard but they made noise and I know she felt them good. It was also different from the first time I spanked her (see “Staying with Mrs. Wentworth, Day 2”). That day I was confused and surprised. Today I knew her and I knew I was going to enjoy it. I also knew she seemed to enjoy a spanking too. I had never thought of spanking as an erotic thing but somehow with Mrs. Wentworth it was.

I smacked her butt just hard enough but not too hard. After each one I smoothed her skirt again. I liked watching it get nice and tight across her butt, the lines of her panties and the bumps from her garters were all visible. I liked that.

After four smacks, she stood up. “No, Stephen, this won’t do. This is supposed to be a punishment for a very bad girl, that’s what I am. As I lay here on you, I can feel that you’re being punished too. Go ahead and remove the tight underwear I made you wear. I don’t want you to be restricted like that. She waited while I turned and took off my pants and the biker shorts style underwear. I didn’t want to take the time so I just slipped the pants back on without underwear. There was a lot of room and I felt a lot better.

“Now undo me please, sir.” She turned and obviously wanted her zipper released. I did that and she took down her dress before walking back and settling in my lap. “A naughty girl doesn’t get to wear her dress for the spanking.”

No she laid back down and squirmed. I stared at the tight, shiny satin stretched across her and remembered how she said they were probably a size too small. I like the way a size too small looks and I took a few seconds to just caress the shiny butt across my lap. Her squirming was making me hard but I just focused on her. Then I started spanking again. Smack.

I paused between smacks and listened to her breathe, felt her squirm, and enjoyed the noises she made. I knew I wasn’t hurting her much so the groans were different. Smack. Pause. And again and again and again. I did twelve and was going to stop but she suggested more.

In a very breathy voice like she was trying to hold on and gasping for air she said “I think I’ve been naughtier than that, sir.”

I didn’t disagree because I loved it. I smacked her butt another eight times total. By that time, my cock was throbbing in the pants and leaking a lot. She was moaning each time and squirming a lot. When I stopped she lay there for a minute and I sat back and just stared at her. I watched her shaking slightly and still squirming in my lap. I stared at the way the panties were so tight across her butt. My cock was twitching and she bumped it a few times with parts of her body.

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My head perked up as soon as the shower stopped running. In a matter of seconds, my sister would step out of the steaming bathroom with a thin towel wrapped around her curvy body. She would clutch the towel at her chest as she made the short trek to her room. Every night, I prayed that it would slip through her clumsy fingers and fall to the floor. Just once. Michelle had tripped on and slammed into just about every piece of furniture in our apartment and dropped her fair share of fine china. Surely, she could accidentally release her towel before making it to her bedroom. Just once.

Michelle and I had been practically inseparable since childhood, so it was inevitable that we would attend the same college. However, she got there first because she was a year older than me. By the time I arrived at our Southern California apartment, she was 19 and I was 18. She had already established roots and joined a sorority, while I was a fish out of water. Being the dutiful older sister, she would always try to drag me out of my shell by inviting me to dinners and parties with her friends. I never fit in with those people. I only went because Michelle asked me to, and I could watch her dance in her skimpy outfits.

Sometimes, when she got particularly tipsy, she would drag me to the dancefloor, and I would hesitate at first but ultimately succumb to her propositions. Her friends thought it was hilarious, but I found it incredibly arousing to feel her body so close to mine and to feel her hips gyrating against me. Her undersized crop tops accentuated her supple breasts and exposed her stomach, and her bare thighs were highly visible thanks to the miniskirts and short shorts. All of that, combined with the erotic way in which she moved, caught the attention of many guys, and I could always feel them watching. I couldn’t blame them, as I was ogling the exact same features that made them drool. The only difference was that it was my crotch she grinded up against, my erection that she teased with her round buttocks. It never took long for me to mysteriously disappear into the bathroom.

When I didn’t go out with Michelle, I eagerly waited for her to return and take her hot shower. I sat dutifully on the living room couch every night, pretending to watch TV. In reality, I was waiting to catch a whiff of her sugary scent as she passed by on her way out of the bathroom. Just the glimpse of her bare skin in my peripheral and the knowledge that she was naked under the towel had me fully erect. Her perfectly curved pink soles teased me as she disappeared into her bedroom. I would have given anything to make that hallway longer.

Friday nights were the most exciting, as we would always watch a movie to relieve the stress of our classes. Michelle had a particularly sexy and carefree aura about her when the weekend came around. She giggled more, showed more skin, and was more physically playful. She would kick me like siblings do to annoy each other, having no idea how turned on I was at the feeling of her soles against my skin. I would ask her to stop and insult her “smelly” feet, prompting her to rub them in my face and allowing me to inhale her scent for the briefest of moments. She would try to smother me with the couch cushions, not knowing how close I was to cumming when she straddled me.

She would wear short, thin, and lacy nightgowns through which her nipples were easily visible. When she leaned against me lovingly, it took an extraordinary amount of willpower not to peek down at her cleavage or bare legs. It was worse when we watched horror movies, as she would grasp me tightly and bury her face into my shoulder.

Once, a particularly shocking scene made her jump, and she fell onto me, her body pressing against my erection. I came into my pants as she gripped my shirt and screamed into my neck. That was the closest I had come to sex at that point, and it was courtesy of my own sister. Michelle was never shy about flaunting her sexuality, unknowingly torturing me on a daily basis, but that was on another level. I could only imagine what it was like for the guys who actually had sex with her. I could never fathom why she constantly torpedoed her relationships and only picked guys who didn’t know how to appreciate her devastating beauty.

One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and made the fateful decision to follow Michelle to her room after her shower. She stood in front of a standing mirror, shuffling her damp blonde hair. From the slit in the doorway, I had almost the perfect angle. After a few moments of cleaning up her face, she finally slipped off the towel. My eyes went wide and my heart pounded furiously. I almost exploded right then and there.

Michelle’s perfect bare ass was in full view, and her hourglass figure was stunning. This was leaps and bounds beyond what I had been exposed to up to that point. Desperate and reckless, I opened the door just a smidge and squinted my eyes. I only caught a tiny hint of her brown areola, but that was more than enough. seks hikayeleri I had only ever glimpsed her plump breasts through her clothing, occasionally catching the outline of her nipples when she chose not to wear a bra. Now I had just a little bit more, but it felt like I had won the lottery. I escaped back to my room to satisfy an unbearable urge.

Since then, I viewed Michelle in a totally different light. I was always attracted to her, but now I knew what she looked like without all of her obstructive clothing, and her naked body was all I yearned for. How could I look at her backside and not think of her smooth, round asscheeks hiding just beneath her jeans? How could I catch a glimpse of her cleavage without imagining the soft, brown areola being pressed against the fabric? She was driving me wild, and she didn’t have a clue. She just kept strutting her legs and swaying her hips as she walked in front of me, twirling her hair and humming in her sexy voice as we drove, and laying on her stomach with her feet dangling cutely behind her as she relaxed on our couch.

I had it bad, and my mind was swirling out of control. I needed more. I wasn’t satisfied with the occasional peek through her door after a shower, or the inadvertent foreplay that only happened on Friday nights. I needed something more permanent to satisfy the urges that flowed through me day in and day out. I gathered the courage and decided to take a picture of Michelle during that brief moment when she transitioned from towel to pajamas, when she would be completely naked, just like I saw that one night. This would have been safer than ogling her all day long or peeking through her door every night. Or so I thought.

So, one night, I followed Michelle to her room after her shower, as usual. But this time, I took my phone with me, my hands trembling with anticipation. As I opened the door to take the photo, the phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the carpet with a soft thump. That was enough for Michelle to spin around, clutching the towel close to her chest. When she saw my phone on the floor and me peering through the doorway, she let out a sharp, prolonged gasp.

“Oh no, sis. It’s not what you think, I swear!” I blushed at how pathetically unconvincing I sounded.

“Then what were you doing outside my room with your phone?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I-I-I… I was just passing by, and it slipped.” I shrugged awkwardly.

“Oh, really? It slipped past my door and into my room?”

I glanced sideways, unable to come up with another lame excuse. I swiped my phone from the floor and bolted.

“What the!? Nick, you perv! Get back here!” Michelle’s screams disappeared behind me as I ran into my room and locked the door.

A few seconds later, I heard the inevitable pounding against my door. “Nick, you better open this goddamn door! I’m gonna fucking bury you!” With one final kick, Michelle let out a frustrated scream and retreated.

I was too scared to leave my room for the rest of the night and ended up falling asleep on my bed. I thought I had gained some temporary peace. I was wrong.

I woke up to the feeling of my arms being raised in an awkward position. When I tried to move, I felt pressure against my wrists, accompanied by the sound of metal. I looked up and realized that I was handcuffed to the bars of my headboard. My jaw dropped in horror as I struggled futilely to free myself. Soon, my wrists turned red, and I was out of breath. I gave up, chained to my bed like a prisoner. I knew I deserved it, but I was terrified for what might come next.

A few minutes later, Michelle burst through the door, and I saw in her eyes that her fury hadn’t subsided. The noise made me jump, and I was actually shaking. I had never been this afraid.

“S-s-sis! What are you… how did you… w-what’s going to happen? I’m really sorry! Please don’t hurt me, okay?” I tried to squirm away as she walked closer, but with both arms locked behind me, I remained exposed to her anger.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to be sneaky around here.” She tossed the paperclip that she had used to unlock my door. “And you can forget about the keys to those handcuffs. I don’t even remember where I put them.”

“Oh, come on, ‘Chelle! I said I’m sorry. What more do you want? What are you gonna do?” I was almost crying.

Michelle grabbed my phone from the nightstand. “I bet you deleted the photos after sending them to all your friends.” She scrolled through my phone, her fingernail tapping angrily against the screen each time she swiped. Finding nothing, she threw it at my stomach. It landed with a slap, causing me to groan in pain.

“I-I didn’t send it to anyone, I swear!”

“That means you were taking them for yourself to jack off with. Isn’t that right, you little pervert?”

I realized then just how idiotic I was. I had practically confessed everything. As my last hope, I thought that gaziantep şişman escort bayan maybe Michelle could see how sorry I was. She either didn’t see it, or didn’t care.

“So I’ve been thinking…”

It was bad enough when Michelle said that under normal circumstances. Now, with me chained to the bed and her standing angrily over me, I legitimately thought I might die right then and there.

“…about what to do with you.”

Would it be a knife? Was she going to stab me through the heart? Or perhaps smother me with a pillow?

“It’s only fair if we give you a taste of your own medicine.” She took the phone. “Let’s see how you like it when our friends get ahold of your inevitably tiny dick.”

I was relieved that I would live to see another day, but it only lasted for a second. Then, the repercussions of what she suggested hit me like a freight train. “WHAT?! No, please don’t do that, sis! I’ll do anything else. Literally, anything!” I would actually have rather died.

“No.”

“But I really wasn’t going to send them to anyone!”

“What, so it wouldn’t be fair if I sent out your nudes? Boo hoo. Like I give a damn at this point.” She pulled my shorts off and tossed them to the floor.

“Wait! Please, Michelle. You can have your revenge. You can do whatever you want to me. Just not that. Pleeeassee!”

She paused as her hand hovered over my boxers. She looked up and, for a second, seemed to take pity on me. “I guess the punishment should fit the crime.”

“Yeah, yeah, exactly! That’s all I’m saying!” I nodded fervently, desperate to avoid the possibility of my penis being spread all over the internet.

“Too bad I don’t give a shit about what’s fair, you little perv.” She snatched my boxers off and threw them aside.

“Noooo! Please, don’t!” I tried to turn away from the camera’s incriminating flash, but Michelle sat on my legs.

“Let’s get a few good angles. Yeah, that’s it. Perfect.” She snapped countless pictures of my semi-hard penis as I writhed desperately beneath her. “And let’s get one of it standing up.”

I couldn’t believe that Michelle would actually touch me there. As soon as her fingers made contact with my shaft, I became rock hard. It stood at full attention with no effort from her. I grimaced and slammed my head down onto the pillow, feeling betrayed by my own body.

“Ooh, what’s that?” Michelle tilted her head and grinned devilishly. “Yes, that’ll do juuuust fine…” She expertly worked the phone to take what I thought would actually be pretty flattering photos, if I were in any other situation.

I was a bit disturbed that snapping pictures of genitals came so naturally to her, and a little more disturbed that she seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Sis, please don’t do this…” My voice faded along with my hope.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying this. Look at you! You’re about to cum, for Christ’s sake!” Michelle scoffed as the phone emitted one final flash. “Pervert.”

As she left my room, she turned around, and her gaze traveled downwards. She bit her lip before disappearing, leaving me still chained to the bed.

Michelle returned about an hour later. I was still naked from the waist down, and I instinctively became semi-hard at the sight of her appearing in the doorway. I lay helplessly as my cock, which was resting innocently against my scrotum, grew and flopped onto my stomach. Michelle must have seen it, though her reaction was difficult to judge.

“How’s my little peeper doing? You ready to become internet famous?” She held the phone threateningly, as if about to push the trigger on a bomb.

“Please don’t. I’m begging you! I’ll never do it again. Promise!” I moved my hands some more, as if I could somehow reach for the phone in this state.

Michelle scoffed. “As if I’m gonna believe you.” She raised her forefinger and slowly moved it towards the phone.

“No, I’m serious! You’re not even that hot!”

Her mouth was left ajar as a deafening silence filled the room. I wondered whether I had improved my chances or sealed my fate.

Then her eyes flicked up and her piercing gaze burned a hole straight through me.

“Uh, uh, uh… w-what I meant was… I, y’know, have no reason to do it again.”

“Then why’d you do it the first time?” she asked menacingly.

I inflated my cheeks and glanced off to the side, looking for a reason.

“So you’re not attracted to me.”

“Ew! No… No! Absolutely, definitely not. Never in a million, billion years.” I shook my head emphatically.

“Prove it.” Her tone had changed—she sounded more pouty now. Her eyes welled up.

I was taken aback. “What? How?”

Michelle glanced down at my penis, still half erect from her presence. She put the phone down, and her hands hovered over her jean zipper. I watched in awe as she slowly pulled the metal down to reveal gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan her light blue panties underneath.

I opened my mouth to say ‘no.’ That would have been the logical thing to do. The right thing. But I didn’t make a sound. Despite the fear and the guilt, I couldn’t deny my own curiosity.

Twisted thoughts flooded my mind as my cock twitched in anticipation. I dreaded what would happen when Michelle finished what she started. Would I explode right away? Michelle’s beauty outclassed all the sultry models and porn stars I used to drool over. Of course my body would react to her. It was inevitable, and I could only lie still and await my doom.

Finally the zipper arrived at its destination. Michelle was teasing me and she knew it. So cruel and so alluring. I was finally staring raw sex appeal in the face. The curvatures of her body, the mounds protruding from her chest, the skin of her legs as she slid the jeans off. Her golden hair, glossy lips, stunning blue eyes. All of it was on my bed, mere inches from my naked penis.

I was hard before her pants hit the floor. Michelle stood on her knees with me between her legs. She was staring down at my erection.

A wide grin cut across her face. “Liar.”

Then she flew off the bed and landed on her feet, light as a feather. I could hear the pitter-patter of her soles against the wood floor as she walked towards me. I turned and was greeted at first by her bare thighs. Then she bent down and her face came so close to mine that I could feel her hot breath.

“Stay put, naughty boy. I’m not done with you.”

She placed the phone on my chest and glided out of the room. I stared at her backside as it swayed with every step. Then my attention turned to the screen in front of me. It was a slideshow of the pictures I had taken, restored from the trash folder I had stupidly forgotten to empty. Interspersed throughout were the snapshots of my erection.

I groaned desperately as my cock throbbed and emitted a stream of precum onto my stomach. I knew then that this was going to be a long night.

In my dreams, she’s laying on the floor, completely naked. There is nothing else in the room, just her. It’s dimly lit and flickering, as if by candlelight. This obscures most of her body, as my mind can’t complete the image and refuses to implant what isn’t real onto her. I catch glimpses of her skin, which is a golden bronze under the lighting. Otherwise, it’s mostly her silhouette. But it’s unmistakably Michelle. I can see the glare from her belly piercing and the gloss from her lips.

She spreads her legs and begins to rub her pussy. It’s a slow, circular motion at first—probably just teasing her clit. Then she sucks her fingers, moistening them in her saliva, before penetrating herself in earnest. Her other hand cups her breast, fingers teasing her nipple. Her back arches and her toes curl. Her mouth opens wide and emits an orgasmic symphony of moans and gasps as she becomes engulphed in climax.

“Nick! Nick!”

That was new. She never screams my name. My imagination was progressing. I dreaded taking it too far. I was content with just being a fly on the wall… wasn’t I?

“Nick!”

My eyes snapped open, and I flinched in surprise. Michelle’s face again. She was gripping my hair tightly, as if preparing to bang my head against the pillow had I not woken up to her voice.

“What now?” I asked groggily.

A smile broke across her face. “There you are. Now, where were we?”

She walked across the room with a sultry gait. I realized that she was wearing black lingerie, stockings and heels included. When she reached the wall, she leaned against it with her back to me, her ass protruding prominently. She gave it a brief shake before reaching back to spread her cheeks. Then she slapped it hard.

“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered.

“No… this isn’t real… it can’t be.” I tried desperately to convince myself that I hadn’t actually woken up. But whether it was real or not, my eyes were fixated on Michelle, and no force in the universe could have made me look away.

She giggled. “Well, if this isn’t real, then I can do whatever I want, right?”

She approached my bed once again and dropped to her knees. Her hand glided up my bare thigh. I quivered under her touch and became fully erect. I watched as she arrived at my crotch and reached out to take her prize.

“No!”

Her hand froze in midair, fingers open and ready to grasp her brother’s cock.

“You’re crazy. Don’t do this,” I pleaded. “What happened earlier—it didn’t mean anything, alright? It was just a natural reaction. I swear!”

Those pouty lips again, eyebrows furrowed in anger. Michelle grabbed the phone and showed me the picture of my penis. Her finger hovered over the ‘send’ button. She stood up and paced around, her heels clacking intimidatingly against the floor.

“You know, I’m getting tired of your lies, Nick. Are we just gonna ignore the way you’re fucking me with those eyes?”

“W-what? No, I didn’t…” I glanced away.

“Liar!” she screeched.

“Alright, alright! Calm down.” I gave in with an exasperated sigh. “You look gorgeous, sis. You always have. What do you want from me?” I shrugged it off, as if it were normal for any guy, even me, to want to stare at Michelle.

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THE REUNION WITH MY SEXY AUNTIE GETS HOTTER. Ch. 02

Recap: After several years apart I’d gone to visit a lady I liked to call Auntie. She was a few years older than me and I’d got to know her when we worked at the same company when I was a teenager. I’d always wanted to fuck her, but never had the courage to ask her out. Now, as a young adult, I’d gone to stay with her for a few days and after a nervous start I’d convinced her the age gap between us was irrelevant, we’d started to get intimate, and eventually fucked each others’ brains out.

The following day…

I woke to find the bed next to me empty. Yawning and stretching I turned over and laid my head on her pillow – a hint of her perfume lingered on the soft fabric. Memories of the past night ran through my head. We’d held each other, kissing and exploring each others’ bodies, and made love until exhausted, falling asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Reluctantly I dragged myself out of bed, jumped in the shower, then pulled on a pair of shorts and made my way downstairs.

“Good morning darling,” she smiled with more energy than I felt was proper after the exhaustion I felt from our incredible night.

“Morning beautiful,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her waist, tasting the sweet moistness of her lips.

“Go sit on the terrace, I’ll pour us coffee.”

I watched as she walked out of the kitchen, marvelling at how fresh and radiant she looked, a loose red shirt fluttered over a short white denim skirt, exposing a lot of her slender, tanned, legs.

As she sat down I leant forward to kiss her again, my hand running along the soft, cool, flesh of her thigh. “That was an incredible night Auntie, I didn’t want it to end.”

She laughed seductively. “Me neither darling… but tell me what’s with the Auntie? We’ve played around with it, but you keep calling me that, so unless you’re trying to remind me of my age – what’s it about?”

“Well, I told you I’ve had a crush on you for so long, your look, your sexiness, your elegance, everything about you has been my fantasy woman for as long as I can remember.”

“OK, so why Auntie?”

“Cos that’s what I fantasised about every time I masturbated. I was thinking of you. You were, and still are, the sexiest person I’ve ever known. In my fantasies you were my Auntie. I wanted you to seduce me, so I made up a world where you were in charge and made me do all of the sexual things I dreamt about. You must know that every young man dreams of having sex with an older woman? Oh, you think I’m silly, don’t you?”

“No, not at all. I’m flattered. It just never occurred to me you felt like that, especially wanting to have sex with your Auntie…”

“I can’t explain what a turn-on it is thinking about you like that. Don’t you get turned on being a sex goddess to a younger man?”

“Mmmm, I have to admit that it does have its appeal. Do you think there are others that think of me like that?”

“Hey, you stop that now, you’re mine…”

She burst out laughing and slapped me on the leg. “Come on I thought we’d go to the beach today – if you’ve got the energy of course. So, grab your gear and be quick – otherwise Auntie might get cross…”

**********************

Later, driving along narrow, winding lanes, I watched avidly as each time she changed gear her skirt crept a bit higher.

“I see you’re not taking in the beautiful countryside again.”

“I’ve got a better view in here watching your skirt creeping up your legs – and hoping it gets all the way up to your knickers.”

“Sorry to disappoint darling, but we’re here.”

“Oh, give me a flash Auntie.”

“Later, if you’re a good boy,” she whispered as she swung her legs out of the car.

Picking up our bags we made our way along a sandy path, open fields on one side, thick pine trees on the other.

“I love this place, the trees protect the sand dunes, but also make the beach very private. I often come here to spend a few hours relaxing, swimming, reading. It’s good for the soul.”

After a while she took a path, that disappeared into the trees, and eventually came out onto sand dunes sloping steeply down to a vast expanse of beach. It was a hot day so we set up our chairs and blanket in the shade of a tall pine.

Nicole took off her shirt then let her skirt fall to the ground to reveal a white, halter neck, bikini.

“Wow. Very sexy. You look gorgeous.”

“I thought you’d approve. Come on let’s go down to the sea.”

She ran off, sliding down the steep dunes as I threw off my t-shirt and chased after her. Halfway to the sea I caught her, wrapped my arm around her waist and swung her off her feet, both of us laughing loudly. As we walked on I squeezed her bum and settled my hand into the back of her bikini bottoms. We chatted and kissed splashing along in the shallow water, holding hands demurely when somebody passed by.

Sometime later, we returned to our blanket in the shade of the pine, the sun escort gaziantep evi olan bayan now high in the sky.

“I see what you mean about this place, it is idyllic, especially with you sitting next to me. Wanna slip out of that bikini and make it paradise?”

“Ouch. I hope you don’t use cheesy lines like that on other girls…”

“Don’t be so hard on me Auntie, I’m only a youngster…” I grinned.

Laughing, she got up and kissed me on the cheek: “There, there, now don’t you get upset my pretty boy. Auntie still loves you.”

I reached out to grab her bum, but she stood back: “Later, you naughty boy. Let’s head off and find some lunch, there’s a nice deli in a village not far away, we can get a picnic there. Keep a lookout for me, will you? I need to get changed and I don’t want somebody to come along while I’m half-dressed.”

Out of her bag, she pulled various items of underwear and a light summer dress, which she laid on the chair. Then, standing on the blanket she looked at me: “Is there anybody around? Is it clear?

“Nobody for a long way, you’re OK.”

Reaching behind she unclipped her bikini top and slipped it over her head, her breasts falling out of the cups. I watched avidly as she brushed some sand off them with a towel, then slid her arms into a white lace bra and fastened it at the front.

Slipping her thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottoms she pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them. My eyes widened as she stood up and I saw the dark, thin smudge, of hair above her pussy lips. Picking up a white suspender belt she placed it on her hips, then reached behind to fasten it.

“You’re supposed to be on the lookout, you know! Half the people on the beach could amble past here and you wouldn’t notice.”

“But you can’t get dressed in front of me and not expect me to watch, that’s insane,” I laughed.

“Well while you’re watching make sure you keep an eye out for unwanted guests.”

Taking a packet out of her bag she carefully removed a pair of chocolate coloured stockings. Gently gathering one up, she slipped it onto her foot, then slowly rolled it up her leg, pulled lightly on the welt, then reached behind to fix the suspender.

“Oh Auntie, you don’t know what that does to me. The sight of a lady putting on her stockings and fastening suspenders is the sexiest sight in the world… I’m in heaven.”

“And you’ll be in big trouble if I see somebody suddenly wander past.”

She fastened the other two suspenders then pulled on, and fastened the other stocking, adjusted the welts to check they were even, then stepped into a pair of white, lacy panties and pulled them up, sadly hiding her pussy from my view.

Slipping the summer dress over her head she straightened it, slipped her feet into some low, sling-back wedges, then looked at me.

“Well, will I do?”

“Absolutely, you look gorgeous.”

“Come on then, let’s get this stuff back to the car and see what we can find for our picnic.”

Walking back through the cool forest I put my arm around her, stroking her bum, feeling for the outlines of her suspenders. “You do know that watching you getting dressed just now has made me really horny?”

“Well I’ll have to see what I can do about that later, won’t I?” She laughed.

Arriving back at the car we threw the bags inside and drove off down the lane. Reaching over I slid her dress up above her stocking tops and stroked her legs.

“Hey, go easy young man, I’ve got to keep my mind on the road.”

Running my hands over her stockinged legs I caressed the suspenders, then let my fingers brush over the soft skin above, moving slowly between her legs, feeling the wet fabric of her panties.

“Enough!” She shivered. “I’ll have us in a ditch any minute.” Pushing my hand away she lowered her dress.

“Ohhhhhhh. That’s not very nice Auntie – look what you’ve done to me…”

“Ahhh, has my pretty boy got a nasty swelling in his pants?”

“Yes, I have, and all because of you, what are you going to do about it?”

Giggling she pulled off the road into a car park and stopped the engine. Reaching over she took hold of my erection and stroking it looked into my eyes. “Now are you going to be able to drag this package into the deli – or do you need to convalesce in the car while I go foraging for some lunch?”

“Oh, come on, that’s not fair, I meant what are you going to do to relieve me, not make it worse. “Nasty Auntie. You’re just teasing me now aren’t you?”

She opened the door, swung her legs out of the car and stood up, looking back at me with a mocking look in her eyes.

“OK if that’s what you want. But everybody in there will see I’ve got a huge boner. Aren’t you going to be embarrassed about that?”

“No, I don’t think so, they’ll think your just an over-sexed youth who can’t control his hormones,” she laughed.

“OK, have it your way.” I got out of the car, walked around to her escort gaziantep fetiş bayan side and took her hand as we walked into the deli.

As we wandered around picking up items that looked good for our picnic she constantly broke into laughter whenever she saw the large bulge in the front of my jeans. At the counter, while we were waiting to be served, I stood close behind her, pressing myself against her bum. Each time the assistant turned away to pack up something she rotated her hips, pressing her bum harder against my dick – just stopping in time when the girl turned back towards us.

After paying we walked back to the car, my hand fondling her ass, running my fingers over the suspenders I could feel through the thin material. She slipped her hand into the back of my jeans, running them over my bum and squeezing my cheeks.

At the car, she put the picnic into a cooler box, then strapped herself in and started the engine. “Let me slip your dress up, I love to look at your stocking tops while you’re driving.”

“OK, but no touching or we’re going to have an accident,” she smiled, as she slipped her dress up, tucking it under her seat belt.

My eyes were transfixed by her legs, her stocking tops and suspenders and the hint of white knickers I could see between her legs.

As she drove out of the car park I unzipped my jeans, painfully releasing my cock from the constriction it had been under for so long. “Is this Ok Auntie?”

She took her eyes off the road for an instant, paused, then: “That’s very OK darling, but it looks like you need a little help.” Reaching over she took my dick in her hand and began slowly stroking it.

I laid back in my seat, moaning at the sensation of her hand moving up and down my cock, then she let go and I snapped back to reality.

Slowing the car she turned off the road onto a grassy track. “Where are we going?”

“Wait and see.”

We bumped along the track for some way, between fields of crops, then along the edge of some trees until we came to a clearing where she pulled up and switched off the engine. Releasing her seat belt she leaned over my dick, taking it in her hand, her tongue licked the tip as she started to wank me. Parting her lips she took my cock into her mouth, slowly moving down, drawing more of its length inside, sucking, licking, up and down, driving me insane.

“Stop, get out, now!”

I ran round to her side of the car as she got out, took her tightly in my arms, my tongue sought out hers, my cock pressing urgently against her. Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to wank me again.

“Get your knickers off I need to fuck you – now!”

Lifting her dress she pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them as I ripped my shorts off.

“Turn round.”

She bent forward over the car’s bonnet as I lifted her dress and pushed it high up her back. Sinking to my knees I buried my face between the cheeks of her ass, my tongue seeking her hole. I ran my hands frantically up and down her legs, stroking her stockings, fingering her suspenders, kissing her stocking tops. Pulling her legs apart I forced my tongue towards her pussy, pushing it between the lips and inside as far as it would go – she gasped, then let out a low moan.

Standing up I took her hips and pulled her against my cock.

Pulling her cheeks apart I looked down on her freckle as I slid my cock between her legs, sliding back and forth against her wet pussy.

“Oh yes baby, get inside me – now!”

Pushing her hips back, her cheeks closed on my cock as she rubbed her ass against my pubes. Reaching between her legs I opened her pussy lips with my fingers, rubbing her clit as she writhed against me. I guided the tip of my cock to her pussy and thrust forward, slipping deep inside her. My hands gripped her hips as my thumbs opened her ass cheeks – I could see my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Leaning forwards I slipped my hands under her dress and cupped her breasts, slipping them out of the cups of her bra.

“Oh God, I’m loving this, get your cock right up inside my pussy,” she gasped.

Dropping my hands I fondled her stockings tops, slowly easing my cock back until it was almost out of her pussy then ramming it back in deep, her cheeks slapping against my pubes. “I’m fucking your cunt and I’m not going to stop.”

“Go on baby, fuck your Auntie, I want your cock right up inside my cunt, fuck me, fuck me…”

I thrust my prick in and out of her pussy faster and faster, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks, my hands squeezing her tits, her nipples hard against my palms.

“Wait, let me get on the ground.”

I slipped out of her pussy as she stepped back then lowered herself onto the grass. Lifting her dress high above her stockings and suspender belt she opened her legs wide and laid back. “Come on get that cock back inside me, you’re going to fuck me until I tell you to stop.”

Dropping bayan escort gaziantep to my knees I moved between her legs, feeling the soft nylon of her stockings pulled taught over her knees.

“Let me put your cock where I want it. Mmmm, feel how wet I am? Do you like your cock rubbing against my wet pussy? I’m going to open my cunt lips with your cock, can you feel it against my clit? Oh, baby, that’s making me shiver, get inside and fuck me now.”

Laying back she pulled me on top of her as I slid deep inside her dripping cunt.

Grabbing her legs I pulled them onto my shoulders. “Oh, Auntie the feel of your stockings against my cheeks is fucking amazing.”

“Kiss my stockings then baby, you love them don’t you? You wank thinking about my stocking tops and suspenders don’t you? Would you like me to stand over you while you’re lying on the floor?”

“Oh yes Auntie, I want to see all the way up your dress. I want to see your stocking tops, your panties covering your pussy between your legs, that would be fucking incredible.”

“Open my legs wide darling, can you see your cock fucking my cunt? Fuck me harder, harder – I’m starting to cum – I’m cumming, oh baby do you want to shoot your load inside your Auntie?”

“Yes, yes Auntie, I’m going to shoot my cum right up inside your cunt, I’m going to fill you with my spunk.”

Our bodies went rigid as we both orgasmed, my cock shot cum inside her cunt, again and again, her pussy lips gripping it tightly as she writhed against me, pulling my hands against her tits, her hair in my face as I kissed and bit her neck.

“No love bites,” she gasped. “Auntie will not be happy with that.”

Gripping her legs I thrust my groin hard against her pussy, ecstatically revelling in the final convulsions of our orgasm.

Breathlessly falling forward on top of her I looked deeply into her eyes: “You are incredible. I’ve never had sex as good as that. You are out of this world.”

She smiled as I slipped out of her pussy and laid by her side, stroking her stockings. I kissed her gently, running my fingers across her naked groin, she shuddered: “Oh, that tickles, stop.”

Slipping down her body I ran my lips across her stomach, gently kissing the soft skin as I moved down to the tuft of hair above her pussy, running my tongue over the wet juices. Teasing her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue I gently parted them, tasting the nectar of her cum.

“Mmmm, that is wonderful, I could lay here forever while you do that, but we need to get cleaned up – come on, pour me a glass of that Rosé we bought for lunch.”

Reluctantly I got to my feet, walked to the back of the car, lifted out the cooler box and pulled out the bottle and two glasses. As I poured the wine I watched her, enjoying the sight of her holding her dress high as she wiped herself, opening her legs to reach her pussy and the inside of her thighs. Stepping into her knickers she pulled them up her legs and settled them over her hips and between her legs. After adjusting each of her suspenders and smoothing the welts of her stockings she brushed her dress down then took a glass from me and sipped the wine.

“So are you going to get dressed, or do you plan to walk around naked all afternoon with your cock swinging?”

“I’d like to stay like this if that’s OK.”

“No, it’s not,” she laughed. “Get dressed before somebody comes along and thinks you’re a flasher.”

Reluctantly I tidied myself up, then we spread the beach blanket in the clearing and settled down with our wine and picnic. Everything in the world felt good, a soft breeze rustled the branches above us as we gazed out across golden fields to hills in the distance.

After the picnic we sat with our backs against a tree, luxuriating in the peacefulness of our surroundings and our sexual contentment.

My fingers caressed her stockings, slowly working their way up her thighs, slipping her dress up and lingered over her stocking tops and suspenders. I stared at the flimsy white material of her knickers as it disappeared between her legs. “Your panties are beautiful, so delicate, so sexy. I wish I could look at them all day…”

“I’m pleased you like them.”

“I adore lingerie – soft, silky, all the different colours and styles. I love to just look and admire it, the delicate, flimsy feel of the material…”

“So it’s not just stockings, you get turned on by the whole ensemble?”

“Oh yes. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I sometimes go into the lingerie section of stores to see what’s on display. I bet you think I’m weird now, don’t you?”

“No, not at all darling. There’s nothing wrong with you liking sexy lingerie, or looking at it in the shops, I bet there are loads of men that do it.”

“The joke is I get so embarrassed when I’m amongst all that lingerie, I look a couple of times then quickly leave. I don’t have the nerve to browse, or touch anything.”

“Really? I’ve always thought you were such a confident young man.”

“Not when I’m amongst all those bras and knickers,” I laughed.

“Mmm, you’ve given me an idea. Come on let’s get all this cleared up.”

“What are you thinking of?”

“Wait and see…”

With everything packed into the car, we bumped our way back along the track to rejoin the road.

“Where are we going?”

“Patience my love, all will be revealed in time, but first I need a quick shower.”

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My name is Mike and I live in a small town in southern Alabama. The town was a small farm community when I was growing up but the new interstate came through and the town became an overnight spot for vacationers traveling to Florida. It grew into a striving community of restaurants and hotels. I spent my high school years in vocational school learning auto mechanics and after graduating got my first job, I bought 20 acres on the east side of town. It was away from the tourist traffic and I had a modular home with an oversized garage built on the property. It was about that time that I married my girlfriend, Sally. She was taking up nursing at the vocational school when we first meet.

She had joined the National Guard to pay for her advanced nurse classes after graduating and pick up some extra money each month. We were married about a year when the state national guard was called to duty in the Middle East. We never thought that she would have to see active duty much less than being told she would be gone for 18 months. After a tearful goodbye at Birmingham International, I was going to be without my wife for a year or so. I spent the next few days keeping busy at work and working on my 68 red GTO convertible but after awhile, that was not keeping me occupied. I was invited to Sunday dinner with my family the following week. Normally, I did not care to go to these family get togethers but I was glad to attend this time.

My mother and father had this large farm and did quite well by selling part of the property for the interstate and the commercial lots close to it. It was a mild southern afternoon in September when I pulled up in my GTO. My mother had a full chicken dinner spread out on some picnic tables and all my family was there. Aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers, and my younger sister were there. Laurie, my younger sister, came running over to the car. I was her favorite brother and thought I had the hottest car in the county. The car was over 30 years old but was still a chick magnet. We walked over to the table and chatted with the relatives. Of course, everyone wanted to know how Sally was and how I was doing. Laurie and I sat down to eat and during conversation, she was telling me about being on the cheerleading team and how she was having trouble coming home from practice. She did not have a car and could not depend on her friends to take her home all the time. Mom and Dad picking her up was not cool either. I work weekends but have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off which is when Laurie had her practices. I told her that I would pick her up from practice as I did not have much else to do on those days.

After dinner, things were getting boring around the family farm when the talk turned to politics, cotton, and town gossip. I asked Laurie if she wanted to go cruising in the GTO and get away for awhile. She was more than eager to get away. I had the GTO opened up over the country roads and paraded around the tourist end of town. Occasionally, Laurie would see a friend or they would see her and they would all wave and ask about the cool car. It was fun being with Laurie. She had grown up some since I left home. She still had beautiful reddish blond hair, blue eyes, and long skinny legs. It was very nice being in the company of another girl again, even if it was my pretty sister.

I was working around the house on Tuesday afternoon and remembered that I had to pick Laurie up from school. I was getting into my pickup truck when I thought that my sister would be mad if I didn’t come in the GTO. I switched cars and headed for the county school. I arrived somewhat early and waited in the parking lane next to the gym. I exchanged a few smiles with some girls as they passed by the car. Soon, the practice ended and my sister with some of her friends came out the gym doorways. They came over with Laurie and raved about the car and who was that driving the car, etc.. Laurie climbed in and to show off, I peeled rubber as I sped out of the parking lot. Laurie was laughing and thought it was so cool. I could not take my eyes off my sister in that cheerleading outfit. She had on this yellow knit blouse with a big blue “D” on it and a very short blue mini skirt. What drove me crazy was her long legs in these white stockings. I took the long way to our home and dropped Laurie off. Before long I was looking forward to Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons. Sometimes it was just my sister and I and sometimes we would take some of her cheerleading friends for some fast food and cruising.

After a couple of weeks, I asked Laurie if she wanted to hang out at my house for awhile before going home. Since she had no homework that day, she loved too. Mom and Dad’s house was boring for her. The country music was cranked up loud at my place and no one was telling Laurie she could not do this or could not do that. She liked being around me and my place and she became my house guest every Tuesdays and Wednesdays until about nine in the evening. I enjoyed having Laurie over and wished escort gaziantep özbek bayan she could be there more often. Our Mom and Dad were glad to know where Laurie was at with her big brother and not running around with guys in town.

One rainy Tuesday, I picked Laurie and headed for my house. We were in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator when Laurie started to ask about what I did when I was in school. I told her that being in vocational school was different and more serious than regular school but we did fun stuff.

Willie Nelson was playing on the radio when Laurie asked, “Did you ever smoke any weed when you were in school?”

I laughed and said, “Sure. Sometimes Sally and I still smoke some. How about you?”

She sighed, “Once. My friends do a lot and sometimes I pretend that I smoke a lot too.”

I looked into my sister’s blue eyes and with a wicked grin asked, “Want to try some?”

Laurie looked surprised and said, “I guess”

I left the kitchen and went into my garage. I rumbled through some boxes and pulled out an old tackle box. I opened the box and removed a false bottom where underneath was a small tin of pot and some rolling papers. I returned to the kitchen with the tin and took Laurie by the hand into my bedroom. We sat on the bedroom floor next to the fireplace where I poured some brown grindings into an open paper and rolled it into a cigarette.

“Where do you buy your stuff?” asked Laurie

“I don’t, too risky” I said, “I have a few plants growing in the back 10 acres which is enough for me when I want some” I licked the cigarette end and rolled it shut with my lips. I took the lighter from my jeans and lit one end. I inhaled deeply and handed it to my sister.

“Don’t laugh, it has been awhile since I tried one” said Laurie as she put the cigarette to her lips and inhaled. She held her breath for a few seconds and handed the joint back to me as she exhaled.

I didn’t laugh but just smiled. I did find it funny as she was still in her cheerleading outfit smoking weed but she looked beautiful. We had finished the joint and soon we were laughing about nothing and constantly talking. Time seemed to fly by and I began to roll another cigarette.

Laurie lay back flat on the floor and asked, “You rolling another one?”

I looked down at my pretty sister and said, “Yes, actually my homegrown stuff is weak and it takes two to feel really good. Was one too much for you?” I teased.

She looked up at the ceiling and said, “One was good but I can handle another. You ever smoke weed in the nude? Some of my friends do that and they say it is the best way to smoke.” What looked like slow motioned, Laurie stopped looking at the ceiling and looked at me with a big Cheshire grin.

I couldn’t tell if she was teasing me or double daring me. I lit the freshly rolled joint and said, “Yes I have and I enjoy it that way, especially if I have someone to enjoy it with.”

I handed it to my sister who inhaled deeply and said, “You first”

I laughed and then she started to laugh. I stood up and her laughter died to a giggle when I pulled off my sweatshirt. She was still grinning when I slid my jeans off and her mouth dropped open when very slowly I slid off my briefs. I sat across from her, inhaled, handed the joint to my sister and said, “Your turn”

Laurie took the cigarette and inhaled deeply, finishing the smoke. She extinguished the small end into an ashtray, looked straight into my eyes and grinning said, “OK”. She reached for the edge of her cheerleading blouse and pulled it over her head and threw it to the floor. I started to feel my cock stiffen watching my sister in just her bra, skirt and stockings. She lifted her hips and slid her skirt along her ankles and then onto the floor.

Smiling at me, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding off each strap, and laid her bra on top of her blouse. She was still rather flat chested but had beautiful small pink nipples. Her nipples harden as I stared at her body. She tucked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them off. Laurie had a small strip of fluffy red hair

on her pussy. Then she started to unroll her white thigh high stockings but I asked her to leave them on and she did. We sat there for awhile, buzzed, looking at each other’s nude body until my sister broke the silence.

“Nice cock” she grinned

I looked down and my cock was as hard as a rock. He smiled back and said, “You see a lot of these?”

Laurie looked down and said, “Only pictures and some videos. You are the first man that

I’ve seen naked. In person I mean.”

I asked, “You have seen or touched a guy before? Not on a date?”

“No” said Laurie, “You know how strict Mom and Dad are. They won’t let me date yet

and I don’t have a way to sneak out for a guy for any length of time. Don’t blab this to my friends as I porno videolar have told them some white lies about guys and myself.”

“I understand” I said comfortingly, “I know how Mom and Dad are. I know how hard it is to keep up your status with your friends. Especially since most of your friends are the cheerleaders.”

“Yes, it’s hard to hang in that group but I bet they lie about a lot of the stuff that they say they have done. It’s not like I don’t know about sex or want to try stuff. I think about that a lot! Especially when I’m alone and feel like pleasing myself” smiled my sister.

“I enjoy getting myself off too” I grinned, “I mean I like good sex but since Sally is away, I’ve been stroking myself pretty often”

“How long have you been doing that, like at what age did you start touching yourself? smiled my sister, “Ever masturbate with anyone?”

“Wow” I thought back, “It’s been such a long time. I guess that I found out that touching my cock felt good around 10 years old but I really didn’t have an orgasm and cum until I was about 11 or maybe it was 12. I’ve jacked off with guys when I was younger. I think all guys do that. What about you?”

Laurie was really buzzed and with a silly grin said, “A couple of years ago. You know Mom never talks about sex and I heard about stuff from the other girls in school. I tried it and really liked the feeling I got from touching myself. My problem is that Mom and Dad are home all the time. I love it when they are gone and I have the whole house to myself. I get naked on my bed and really let loose on my pussy. I’ve jilled off with a few friends too.

“Jilled off?, I asked

“Yeah, you know!” laughed Laurie, “Guys jack off and girls jill off!”

“Oh, OK.” I stated as I stretched my back which unconsciously made my cock look more prominent. “So, you have jilled off with friends? Who and what did you do?”

“You know Mandy and Patty?” asked my sister.

“Yeah, I know Patty and isn’t Mandy the cheerleader with that long black hair?”

“Yeah” said Laurie, “The three of us having a sleepover at Mandy’s and we were talking about guys, guys from school, singers, guys in the movies. We were getting horny from all that talk and Mandy said we should have a jillin session. We all got naked and fingered ourselves for a couple of hours. Patty even let Mandy finger her pussy one time.”

“Mandy touch you?” I ask curiously

“No” she sighed, “Patty really got off on it and I liked watching but at the time I was not comfortable with it and I passed. Maybe sometime I will.”

“I see” as I stretched again, “Ever use a vibrator or anything?”

“You sure ask a lot of questions” laughed my sister, “I know about that stuff, vibrators, dildoes but I haven’t used any. I’m still a virgin and even my fingers don’t go in very far.

I did try using a candle once. Mandy talked about something that looks like a dick in her butt and I thought that I would try it too.”

“How did it feel?” I asked

“At first it felt weird and then it felt pretty good but it didn’t feel as good as having my pussy rubbed so I didn’t do it again. I was afraid to stick it in too far. Maybe it would have felt better if I did.” Said Laurie

“Where did you get the candle from?” I asked, “I don’t remember seeing any around the house.”

“From that ornamental candle holder on Mom’s dinner table” and we both rolled on the floor laughing. It seemed like forever before we stopped laughing and then Laurie would begin to start giggling and we would laugh all over again.

Finally the laughter died out with an occasional deep breath and a sigh. I asked Laurie,

“I’m kind of horny with this sex talk. I don’t know if you are or are not but would you want to jack and jill off with your brother? I mean if you think it’s weird or something, I understand.”

“I’d love to” said Laurie in surprise, “I’ve been getting horny since taking off my clothes.

Doing it with you sounds cool and kind of nasty, you know.”

I wobbled to my feet and propped up several pillows against the headboard of the bed. I helped my sister to her feet and we climbed into my bed. We sat side by side with our backs against the pillows. I was stroking my cock while watching Laurie. She had her head back with her eyes closed with one hand feeling her breasts and hard nipples while her other hand was massaging her pussy. Her index finger slipped between her pussy lips and began to move up and down across her clit. She smiled widely as she opened her eyes and watched my hand pump my cock.

“Your cock is so wet and shiny. Do you get off already?” asked Laurie

I chuckled and said, “That’s just precum. Cocks, kind of ooze this stuff out. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to cum.”

“Oh” said Laurie who closed her eyes as she pleased herself. Soon, she had both of her hands playing with her pussy. She had her lips open with one finger rotating rus escort bayan gaziantep her clit and another finger with the other hand pushing in and around her pussy hole. She was having a series of easy orgasms as she let out little sounds of “oohs” and “ahhs”. Each sound of her voice got me hornier as I pumped my hand faster. Suddenly she pushed her hands hard against her pussy, arched her back, and let out a moan of pleasure. She came back to reality a few minutes later as her eyes fluttered open. She looked down to my hand pumping my cock as she returned to lightly caressing her clit. “Are you coming soon?”

“In a second” I gasped. Then my back straighten, my hips pushed up, and my brain was on fire as streams of white cum shot into the air.

“Oh wow, oh cool!” was all I could hear my sister say.

The pleasure slowly eased from my head and I looked over to my pretty sister. “Pretty cool eh. Sounded like you enjoyed watching a guy cum.”

With a smile of satisfaction, she said, “Yes I did. I had a really good orgasm. Mike, this was a lot of fun. Let’s do this again. OK?”

“I enjoyed it to and would love to do this again.” I replied and glancing at the clock, said, “It’s after eight and we better get dressed and get you back to Mom’s.”

We wobbled to our feet and began to get dressed. It was almost as much of a turn on to watch my sister dress as it was to undress. We got into my pickup and headed back to the old home. It was a quiet ride as we were still enjoying the buzz from the pot and the bliss of an orgasm. Honestly, I hadn’t felt this sexually satisfied since Sally left. I dropped her off at the door and reminded her not to forget her school books on the seat. She reminded me to pick her up tomorrow as it was Wednesday. She waved as I pulled away and then she went into the house.

That next afternoon, I pulled my GTO in front of the gym and waited. Soon, Laurie came out chatting with a group of girls including Patty and Mandy. I could never look or think about them in the same way anymore. Laurie jumped in the car and was in a very excited and happy mood. I peeled out and drove back to my house. I was ready to get some more pot to smoke with Laurie but she just wanted to go into the bedroom and do a repeat session of jackin and jillin. We hadn’t been home more than 15 minutes before we were naked in bed watching each other get off. It went on like that for several weeks and I began to live for those Tuesdays and Wednesdays to be naked with my sister. She felt the same way about it too. We even had one of those rare hot afternoons in November and we sat naked on my back deck and get ourselves off in the outdoors. Laurie enjoyed that day the most and thought it was so cool to do it outside.

I drove to the school the day before Thanksgiving and had been anxiously waiting for this day. Work was closed for the holiday and Laurie was going to spend the night with me under the pretense of helping me prepare food to bring for the family meal. Actually there was not that much food to make but my family thought I was helpless in the kitchen without Sally. Laurie could not wait either. When practice ended, she only waved to her friends, raced to the GTO and we drove to my place. We brought her gym bag with her change of clothes into my bedroom and soon we were naked again. We were beginning to watch each other touch ourselves when Laurie asked to smoke some weed. It had been awhile since either of us had smoked some and thought that I could use a good buzz too.

I went naked into the garage, retrieved the tin and papers from my hiding spot, and returned to my bedroom. Laurie wanted to try and roll one herself. With some help and a few tries, she rolled her first number. She lit it, inhaled, and passed it to me.

I took a smoke and said, “I think the ones you make taste better”

“You are just being nice” said Laurie, “I think this one is going to fall apart”

She was right. She took a smoke and handed to me. I took a smoke and the cigarette fell apart, leaving loose pot and a burning end on my carpet. I quickly extinguished the burning end with my hand and scraped the loose pot back into the tin.

“I’m sorry” said Laurie, “I’m not very good at that yet.”

“No problem” I smiled, “Actually you did better than I did when I rolled my first one”

Laurie was starting to feel the buzz and had her hand between her legs already. She looked at me and said, “We have been doing this for some time now and there is something I want to ask you.”

I was getting very relaxed but my cock was hard as a rock. I said, “Go ahead and ask..

No secrets between us now.”

Laurie slyly smiled and said, “Well I’ve been watching you jack off for some time and I wonder how come you have never asked me to touch you or stroke your cock?”

“Hmmm,” I pondered, “I didn’t think you wanted to. I assumed that watching each other was as far as you wanted go. Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes I do”, my sister said in a low voice, “I have never touched a guy before and watching you has been driving me crazy the last couple of weeks.

“I’d love for you to do that.” I smiled, “But fair is fair, I get to feel your tits”

“I think I’m getting the better deal” she laughed, “There isn’t much there to feel. So do you want me to do you or how do we do this together?”

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Rose had been working at his house for three weeks before she ever saw him.

She’d gotten warnings from his estate manage, Lynnette, about how to conduct herself. “Ryan’s very laid-back,” Lynnette said, disapproval ringing from her tone. “It’s up to you to behave professionally.”

She had already long since gleaned that Lynnette wanted the Harleighs to behave in a much more upper-crust manner than they—well, than Ryan—generally did. At least Ryan’s wife, Jillian, with whom Lynnette spent her days in endless consultations about the cleaning solutions with which their submerged basketball court’s floor ought to be treated and which lampshades best complemented the faux finish in the second guest suite—at least Jillian had the sense to consult the best interior designers and spend more on what she wore in the course of any given day than Rose spent on rent in a year. On the other hand, Ryan’s only lifestyle acknowledgement of the obscene wealth his engineering firm had made him was the Maybach Landaulet he drove. It was, Rose thought as she walked past it in the garage each morning, quite the spectacular acknowledgement.

The “house” was Ryan’s other concession to his wealth. The newly-built 40,000 square foot property was home to a lodge-sized great room, three parlors, sixteen bedrooms, a submerged bowling alley, hockey rink, and basketball court, full, his darkrooms, her hobby rooms, and as many bathrooms as the whole apartment building Rose lived in.

For Rose, working at Ryan and Jillian Harleigh’s house was an exercise in facial muscle management; a typical day was a roller coaster between class rage and firmly squelched eye rolling. On the day that Rose first saw Ryan, the reigning crisis was Jillian’s shower steamer; she was in a tizzy because her old one had created steam in “like, twenty seconds” and the new one took three endless minutes. “I have sinus issues!” she told Lynnette, waving her Cozumel-tanned and gym-toned arms. “I thought you were going to take care of this!”

“I’ve told the builder this is completely unacceptable,” Lynnette said soothingly. “I’m sending Rose up with the instruction manual to see if there’s something that can be adjusted. One of the builders will meet her up there.”

“Thank God,” Jillian blew out an exasperated breath.

“While I have you here, let’s clarify some of the landscaping procedures we talked about,” Lynnette segued smoothly, nodding at Rose to head upstairs with said manual.

So what else could she, a graduate student in the social sciences on summer vacation—what could Rose Telfair do but go upstairs and try to fumble her way through improving the functioning of a commercial-grade steam producer?

She was sitting on the floor of the shower, the manual open in front of her, intent on understanding the automatic water-feeding mechanism, when Ryan Harleigh walked in. She took him in an instant, his muscular frame, his air of unfazeability, his sharp green gaze.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” she said, assuming he must be one of the contractors, sent up to deal with this latest “rich girl” problem that had been shunted off on her. “I have no idea how this shower works.”

“What’s the issue?” he said easily, lowering himself down beside Rose.

She sighed. “Jillian’s not happy with how quickly it produces steam.”

He raised a brow. “Jillian’s not happy, huh? What a surprise.” That he was aware of Jillian’s attitude didn’t surprise Rose—Jillian had gotten on the bad side of most of the people working there—but that he was so cavalier about it distinguished him.

He picked up the manual, glanced at the model for a moment, and then got on his knees to pull the cover off the steamer in the shower wall.

“You… you’re sure you can put that back together, right?” Rose was nervous as she watched him pull tubes out and examine them before tossing them carelessly aside.

He looked at her, surprised, and then seemed to have a realization as a smile flitted around his mouth. “What do you think the missus will do to me if I can’t?” he drawled.

Rose smiled thinly. “Well, she fired one of the housekeepers last week for failing to disinfect her feet after she came in from sweeping the patio, so…”

“She what?”

Rose shrugged. “She’s used to everything being easy,” she explained what she’d gleaned through inference in her first days on the job, “so she invents problems and adversaries to have something to think about.”

His eyes narrowed, and skimmed over her black hair, her flat stomach and flashy curves appraisingly, and Rose was suddenly very, very aware of her own body, of her breasts, of his physicality, his maleness. “Who are you?” he asked abruptly. “And how did you figure out—”

“Ryan!” They heard Jillian’s voice from the foyer balcony.

He stood up slowly as she walked in.

“Ryan.” She put her hands on her hips as she saw what he was doing. “How many times do I have to ask you to let professionals fix our appliances?”

He Ankara travesti laughed at Jillian openly, something Rose could never have imagined anyone doing before that moment, and with that sight came the shock of revelation.

He’s Ryan Harleigh and he owns this lot.

Presently, Ryan Harleigh was looking at his wife mockingly. “Maybe if you ask enough times, all my engineering degrees will stop existing.”

She made a face at him. And then turned to Rose for support. “I swear to God, Rose, the first time I met him, we were at a party at Reynard du Plein’s and he—at the du Plein’s!—took apart the light fixtures because the bulbs kept flickering. It’s some kind of disease.”

Rose, who had not the first idea of who or what Reynard du Plein was, saw the genuine irritation in Jillian’s eyes, shrugged her shoulders in what she hoped passed for tacit agreement. She shot Ryan a look of apology at the same time. Ryan noticed, and he narrowed his eyes at her.

“I’ll fix the steamer for you,” Ryan told Jillian calmly. “And she—Rose, right?—will help. Get the manual, will you?”

Jillian rolled her eyes and stormed off. Rose did as he requested, and hoped he hadn’t dragged her onto the wrong side of her summer job. She needed this job if she was going to make enough money to fund her research in Strasbourg, which, aside from getting some reading done in the evenings, was her whole goal for the summer.

But that fear dissipated quickly when Rose saw him flex his broad shoulders and squeeze his eyes shut as his wife walked out of the room. “‘Welcome home, Ryan,'” he muttered. “‘How was your trip?'”

“How was your trip?” He’d just come back from a business trip to Paris, Rose knew.

He looked at her, now. “C’est en forgeant qu’on devient forgeron,” he said acerbically. “Which means—”

“The blacksmith is created through—actually smithing.” Rose was quiet a moment, just looking at him as he studied the parts in his hands intently.

“Exactly,” he muttered. “The trip was good. I’m—getting back to basics.”

He turned back to the open steamer in front of him, obviously not intending to say any more, as Rose settled back into the corner, manual open in her hands, and watched his hands move over the machine.

Even then, she was imagining those hands on her body.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She watched him whenever she could over the next two weeks, and there were moments when she believed he, twelve years older than her, a thousand times more successful, and the very definition of “out of her league”—was watching her, too.

He was, and couldn’t help himself. But he was discreet enough that Rose was the only one who could have noticed, intent as she was on his every movement. He would linger just a little too long in a doorway, or walk needlessly close to her as he passed by.

She was fascinated by him, by his easy way with the various crews at work on finishing the house he was trying to live in, the calm way he commanded respect, his habit of pitching in with the day laborers. He was a man who had more respect for hard work than money, and because of that, all of the workers seemed to genuinely respect him.

She had a crush. She knew it, and knew it was hopeless. Rose felt ridiculous as she took extra care on her eyeliner each morning on the off-chance he might be working from home, or get home before she left for the day. But knowing it was hopeless didn’t stop her from lying awake at night, getting hot for him—didn’t stop her from dressing with him in mind—from weaving elaborate fantasies about him as she worked, fantasies about his mouth on her body, his body inside her.

One morning, he was leaving through the garage as she was coming in. He stopped short when he saw her. “Rose.” He cleared his throat. “How are you this morning?”

“Fine. I’m—fine.” The two of them stood there, not moving, alone in the space around them for the first time since he’d fixed the steamer. She was transfixed. He was struggling not to be, and she tore his gaze from his mouth, his throat, to see him fingering his wedding ring idly. His mouth twisted and he tore his gaze away. “Right. Well—watch out for my wife this morning. She’s in a bit of a mood.”

“More troubles with the staff?” Jillian’s fights with housekeeping were legendary.

“No, no. With me this time.” He scowled. “I’m not dragging you into this. I just—be kind to her, this morning. And tread lightly.”

“OK.” Rose paused. “Are you—OK?”

He didn’t look at her, just lowered himself into his car. “Have a good day,” he said, in a tone meant to dismiss her.

“You, too.”

He stared at her in his rearview mirror as he pulled out of the garage. Her breasts did obscene things to that blouse, he thought, and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will away the image.

But it, and others—her thighs, her shoulders, her eyes—persisted. It got worse at night.

*****

There came, as there always comes, an evening—a Konya travesti moment—when everything seemingly changes all at once, even if it’s really the culmination of weeks of pressure being suddenly released.

Jillian was away for a few days at their summer house up the coast, and Lynnette left early to negotiate with some restoration experts about Jillian’s mother’s antique chaises, and Rose was stuck waiting to do payroll and hand out checks for all the contractors. When the last of them left, she gave into her temptation. She didn’t think about it, or name it. She only knew she wanted to see him. Whole days had gone by without her hearing his voice, or seeing him more than peripherally, and it was eating her up.

She went to his office and lightly knocked on the half-ajar door

“I’m about to head out for the day,” she told him, savoring the sight of him, an open textbook in his hands, his feet propped up on his computer tower, “and I was wondering if you needed anything…?”

She honestly didn’t mean the question to be suggestive, and blushed as he swung his feet to the floor and said teasingly, “You shouldn’t say thing like that to a man if you don’t mean them, Rose.” He set the book down and let his eyes drink in the sight of her. “Come in and sit down a minute and talk to me about why someone like you is doing this job.”

So she told him—about her parents and sisters, about her undergraduate degree and current graduate work, about her reasons for taking this job in the ‘burbs and her summer sublet in the city.

“A good neighborhood to be young and single,” he said easily. “I lived there myself when I was your age.” That would have been a decade back, they were both thinking. Not so long, Rose considered, but Ryan was thinking, A lifetime ago.

“How long have you and Jillian been married?” Rose asked bravely.

“Six years.” He met her eyes and smiled, though it looked a little forced, to Rose—though she told herself fiercely to stop seeing only what she wanted to see. “It’ll be seven in September.”

“I noticed there’s a nursery in the floor plan… are you guys thinking about having kids?”

His eyes shadowed. “Jillian can’t have children,” he said shortly. “But she’s… we’re thinking about adopting.”

“Oh, well…. that’s—that’s good. More people should—”

He put her out of her misery by getting to his feet and coming around the desk. “How’d you get that bruise?” he asked, indicating her right arm.

“You know those giraffe statues? The ones that used to be in your living room. At the old house.”

He grinned. “Those giraffes and I go way back.”

“Well, Jillian wanted them in the third guest suite—so I was moving them up, and I bumped one on my arm, that’s all.” His eyes seemed fixed on that bruise. “I bruise easily, don’t worry. And with all the heavy things that need moving around here—”

“We’ll get you some liniment,” he said briskly. “And from now on, get one of the men to lift for you—”

“I don’t need a man–“

His brows shot up. “Don’t you?” he asked, and the question hung in the air. Both of them lived, for a moment, in the meaning of those words—she, with confusion about his intentions—he, with the need to make up his mind about them—both of them sensing that, once he had, there would be no uncrossing the line.

In the next instant, hesitation gone, he lowered his mouth—first to her arm, to the bruise, to kiss it very, very gently. She never thought about pulling away. She was trembling, which she must have felt as he firmly grabbed her hands and lowered his lips to hers.

There, he was only gentle for a moment. It quickly became fierce—rapacious—and wet. When he let go of her hands, it was to grab her hips and pull her against him. When he let go of her hands, they went straight to his neck, to his hair, to pull him down into her.

He lifted his mouth, and his breathing was heavier. “Rose,” he said quietly, “I… want… you. Now.”

It was a moment straight from one of her fantasies. It was also a moment of reckoning, a moment when he made it clear that he intended to fuck her, right there, that night, and in which he dredged up his old sense of honor and gave her an opportunity to refuse. She looked up at him, her eyes clear, his gleaming down at hers.

She didn’t refuse, of course. Her heart was racing, every sensitive point of her body—nipples, clit—throbbing… her brain felt like it was on fire. For him. And she had never felt anything like it.

“How much?” she asked impishly.

He grabbed one of her hands in his and pulled it between their bodies onto his cock, already hardening. “This much,” he said, answering need with like need. He pulled her back into a kiss with a low moan, this time sliding a leg between hers, a leg which, as his kiss grew more passionate, she quickly clamped her legs around, riding his thigh, grinding it against her wet, aching pussy.

His hands stroked lightly over her whole body, possessing İzmir travesti some innate quality which made him confident he was welcome and would please her. He never seemed to have any doubts about her pleasure. And consequently, she followed his lead. When he backed her against the wide ledge along the wall-length window, she complained only when his mouth lifted from hers. By then, he was kissing his way down her body… biting his way down her torso, licking the sensitive skin above her belly button as he impatiently pushed her blouse to the sides. When he, on his knees in front of her, reached the waist of her skirt, he paused.

“I’ve imagined you—this—so many times,” Ryan said, “I just want to take a moment….” He savored his anticipation, lowering his face onto Rose’s skirt and breathing deeply the muted scent of her pitched arousal.

Then, without looking up at her again, he raised the hem of her skirt very, very slowly, revealing her pale thighs an inch at a time, raising it until the whole of it was bunched around her waist and he had an uninterrupted view of her underwear, which was trimmed with lace and covered in tiny umbrellas.

He smiled against the crotch of them. “You need these,” he danced his fingers softly over the umbrellas, “because it’s very, very wet down here.”

She groaned at the double entendre, but it quickly turned into another moan as he laughed softly and said, “Forgive me,” and then shoved her underwear to the side and thrust his tongue into the heat.

“I—forgive you,” she managed, and was rewarded with a chuckled against her sensitive clit.

His tongue was long and strong and playful. It danced tantalizing circles around her clit that left her gasping and grasping at his hair, and then he pressed it hard in her center, barely entering her, working her hard and leaving her clutching the window ledge and bucking into his chin.

“Ryan. Ryan.” His name was a mantra.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, honey. Tell me what you want.”

“I’m—oh, God, mmm, I—I—oh, God… it hurts.” He lifted his mouth immediately, his eyes flashing fear that he’d inadvertently hurt her, but she clutched his hair and pulled him back to her. “I want—more.”

He heaved out his breath, suddenly seeming like a relieved teenage boy, and reached up and used his thumbs to pull her lips apart around her clit, exposing its greediness. “You want to come?” he asked, his lips around it.

He didn’t seem like a boy, now.

“Yes, please.” She struggled to prevent her desperation from reaching her tone—but he heard it, and answered it.

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and she screamed—and shattered, bucking against him wildly as though trying to struggle free when that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted his tongue, his mouth, his body, his passion. Again and again.

He tongued her softly as she came down, and then, licking his lips to clean her from them, to swallow her taste, he stood up and kissed her. “All you had to do was ask,” he whispered, and her cunt clenched hard, and she kept trembling.

As Rose recovered, Ryan reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and then pulled down his jeans and boxers to reveal a thick, heavy cock dripping a bit of precum. She wanted to reach down and touch herself, just looking at it. She met his eyes uncertainly as he, his eyes fixed on her face, slowly lowered himself onto the chair behind him, rested his arms on its arms.

She was damp with perspiration and her own come, her skirt around her waist, her long brown hair tumbling around her, her blouse unbuttoned, her panties failing to shield her, open to his gaze on the window ledge.

“What do you want?” she whispered, and he almost moaned at the question alone. It had been so long since anyone had asked it; Jillian thought she already knew the answers, and anyway, she imposed so many rules about where he could touch her, and how, and when, that he’d long since given up thinking, in bed with his wife, about what he really wanted.

And he had never cheated on his wife before, despite—everything. But Rose, with her perfect skin, her intelligent eyes and her fine humor, her huge, beautiful breasts that had been driving him mad—she’d quickly become an obsession, and changed all his rules.

He wanted her to suck him, and fuck him, and dig her nails into his back and moan for him, plead for him, work to please him, fall apart for him, and thank him for pleasing her. It was primitive, and Ryan couldn’t have articulated it, and wouldn’t have even if he could have. He was too private a man, too wary to expose his need.

So he didn’t tell her any of that.

She was watching him now, mesmerized, as his hand lowered to his cock and began to stroke it before her transfixed gaze. She licked her lips nervously. “What I want,” he said evenly, “is for you to follow your instincts and do with this,” he pulled on his long, straining cock for emphasis, “exactly what you want.” And he meant it as he said it.

She let out a shuddering breath and, on shaky legs, got to her feet, readjusting her skirt and pulling off her panties and discarding them. She walked between his knees and stood there for a moment, watching him pull on his cock, licking those lips again and again.

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Let me start off by telling you all that this is a true story and happened about 3 years ago when I was 18 years old.

From a very young age I had always found older women very sexy and were usually the centre of my fantasies during my daily masturbating sessions. It wasn’t just any type of older women, it was always my teachers at high school.

At school, I never had any problems finding girlfriends, in fact I was kind of a ladies man, something I was quite proud of. During high school I screwed a lot of girls, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy my needs, I needed to fuck a teacher.

This teacher that I lusted after was called Mrs. Stern, my economics teacher. She was in her late forties, stood about 5’6 tall, slightly over weight, not particular good looking, but she had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. I knew the first time I saw those breasts that I had to have them wrapped around my young cock.

Every time that I had a lesson with her, I would always go to class a couple minutes earlier, knowing that she would be there waiting at her desk. “Good morning Mrs. Stern, you’re looking well today.” I would always tell her that she looked well, nothing more, didn’t want to sound inappropriate. She would smile and thank me for my comment, returning my compliment by telling me “you’re real sweetie,” as she would put it. This wasn’t the usual student-teacher relationship, but I think it excited her as much as it did me and continued almost every time we saw each other.

On 1 occasion, I had just finished lunch gaziantep bayan escort numaraları earlier than usual and thought that it would be a good idea to go to the library to start on 1 of my many overdue assignments, when I heard what sounded like someone crying coming from Mrs. Stern’s office.

The door was slightly open, I could see the woman of my desires sitting by the window, her back facing me, unaware of my presence. I looked around to make sure no one else was around, then gentle knocked on the door and entered without being asked, closing the door shut behind me. “Alex, what are you doing in here?.” Her voice was filled with shock and anger at the same time. “I heard you crying from the hallway and came to see what had happened, sorry if I startled you.” This time she just looked down at the floor, still with tears filling up in her eyes.

Moving closer to her, I reached into my pocket searching for a tissue to give to this sweet teacher of mine, wanting to wipe away her tears and the pain that was showing on her face. As she took the tissue she told me that it was not right me being there, alone with her with the door closed. While she was talking, as I stood over her, I couldn’t help but stare down at her blouse, a couple of the buttons unfastened allowing me to get the best view of those monster breasts. A bulge was starting to show in my trousers, so I decided to get out of this situation now before things started to get too sticky. gaziantep escort bayan reklamları “I’ll leave you alone now Mrs. Stern, see you tomorrow in lesson.”

“Thank you Alex for your kindness.”

When I went home that night I couldn’t get Mrs. Stern out of my mind, thinking about me and her in that office together all alone made me want her even more. I had to fuck her soon and decided that I would make my big move on her tomorrow.

The next day, I arrived at Mrs. Sterns class more excited than ever, knowing that this was going to be the day I got to finally fuck my teacher.

Walking into class, I was greeted with a welcoming smile from behind her desk. she was sitting there looking very inviting, wearing a tight fitted sweater, holding her firm breasts in place, making them look even bigger than I thought could be possible.

After the class had ended, I waited till everybody had left and went up to Mrs. Sterns desk to ask her if she could help me with a piece of work. “Come to my office after school and I’ll help you out with anything your having problems with.” My cock began twitching at the thought of a little after hours tutoring. “Ok, thanks Mrs. Stern, see you later.”

When school had finished, I waited 30 minutes, making sure less people would be around, then went to Mrs. Sterns office. Knocking on the door, this time waiting for an answer. “Come in.” As I entered she told me to close the door and lock it shut. I did gaziantep escort kız telefonları as she asked and waited for the next words to come from her kissable mouth. “I want to speak to you about what happened yesterday when you saw me crying.” She told me that she trusted me and needed to tell someone. The fact that she was gonna tell me a secret made me feel kinda special and turned on at the same time.

“2 days ago during lunch time, I was in my office marking some papers and realised that I had left some important papers at my home. With still quite some time before the next lesson, I decided to rush home and find them. When I arrived, in the driveway was my husbands car, which I thought was strange.” It was obvious were she was going with this story, she caught her husband fucking some twenty year old girl on the dining room floor.

She began to sob again, and I thought that this is my chance to make a move on her.

I began to walk towards her and put my arms around her, holding her tight to me. She responded to this by wrapping her arms around me and resting her head on my shoulder. Her hair felt so soft brushing against my face, the sweet smell of her making me take a deep breath.

We stayed in this position for a couple of minutes, my hands roaming down her back, stopping just above her ass. I whispered in her hear, telling her that her husband was a bastard and that he was crazy to cheat on her. “your too sweet Alex.”

“I mean every word of it Mrs. Stern, I think you are a very sexy woman.” With that said I leaned forward and pressed my lips gentle against hers. At first she tried to resist, saying that it was wrong, but she was fighting a losing battle and began responding, letting her mouth take control of the situation. Her tongue entered my mouth, probing deep inside as my hand found itself rubbing against her soft, round ass.

I was beginning to get more aroused, when there was a knock at the door…

to be continued…

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As the Birthday party wound down and the sun dipped below the tree line, the bartender and DJ began packing up their equipment. Fatima was using Mom’s kitchen to prepare an evening meal of baked ham and mac n’ cheese. Mom was helping her. Dad and Aunt Mary had disappeared again. The twins and the other girls, still in their bikinis, retreated to the family room to play video games. Jaz had mostly sobered up and joined the others in the family room. She apparently didn’t remember anything of her earlier exhibition.

I grabbed a couple sodas from the refrigerator as Jaz staggered into the kitchen to ask Mom if she could stay over tonight. I could understand that she had no interest in going home to her mama in the condition she was in. Mom pulled Jaz’s bikini top back in place to cover her exposed right nipple and then told her that she had already called her mama for permission. I could see the relief in Jaz’s face.

Fatima took advantage of Mom’s distraction and ran her hand up the leg of my bathing suit and cupped my balls. She sent me an air-kiss and released me but the damage was done and my cock started its steady rise in spite of my efforts to squelch it. I hurried out of the house to the yard before anyone noticed my condition. I handed a soda to Sylvia and with my body blocking the view of everyone else inside, Sylvia picked up where Fatima had left off.

Her nipples hardened and pushed on the shimmering material of her bikini top. They were very close to being exposed by the swooping neckline. Her face flushed and her breasts swelled from the increased blood flow. She was already heaving in air and her nipples broke free. She tried unsuccessfully to pull her top up to cover them. There was just too much boob stuffed in there already. She looked up at me and her eyes were on fire. She gripped my hard cock and said, “I’m so horny. Is there someplace we can go?”

With the sun no longer boring in on us, the temperature had cooled. I nodded toward the hot tub. She turned her head to look and then released my cock and headed that way. I followed and glanced back at the house to see if anyone was paying too much attention to us. No one was, except for Fatima, who grinned and gave me the jerk-off signal with her hand. I signaled her back by flicking my tongue rapidly up and down like the forked tongue of a snake sniffing the air.

As we settled down in the swirling water of the hot tub, Sylvia positioned herself in front of me and tugged on my bathing suit. I lifted my ass and she pulled my suit to my thighs as my cock surged out splashing water in her face. She pulled her face back and spit out water. She grinned as she looked down at my cock, visible just below the surface. She was submerged to her neck but her motion indicated that she was tugging her bikini bottom from between her legs and her eyes closed as she moaned. She was obviously fingering herself. I watched the various contortions of her face as she diddled herself with her left hand and stroked my raging hard cock with the right.

She looked around the hot tub and pulled my cock to the right to guide me into a deeper sitting seat. Where I was sitting, she would have been fully exposed if she pulled herself up and on my cock. In the new position, she would be shielded by the water, especially if the jets were on, which she then reached over and turned on.

She wasted no time as she pulled herself to me and positioned herself in my lap. She didn’t face me or position herself facing away either. She was sideways and she turned her head slightly and kissed me passionately. I held her with my left arm with her feet positioned outside my right hip. With her hand guiding my cock, she fine tuned her position and slowly slid herself onto my cock. She moved slowly, aware that the water would wash away her lubrication, but she was so horny that she slid all the way to my balls without discomfort. She turned her upper body to face me and put her hand gently to my face and kissed me again. She flexed her pussy on my cock and I returned the favor. She grinned at me and flexed again. I did the same and she groaned. Her hand went to her sex and I could feel her fingers stroking through my pubic hair and her sex. Neither of us were giving any physical indication that we were fucking as neither of us moved. To anyone watching us, Sylvia was just sitting in my lap as the jets splashed water around us.

We may not have actually been fucking but my climax began swirling around in my groin. The additional hardness signaled Sylvia and she muttered, “Oh my gawwdd, Dex. I’m so hot. I’m almost there. Wait for me.” She flexed her vaginal muscles hard on my cock. I gritted my teeth to hold back and to flex my cock as hard as I could. Fuck, I was close and I thought my head would explode trying to wait for her. We were in a passionate kiss preparing for our joint explosive orgasms when there was a different kind of splashing. I broke our embrace to see what it was.

As hard as my heart gaziantep suriyeli escort bayan was hammering in my chest already, it leaped up into my throat when I saw Dad and Aunt Mary settling down in the hot water beside us. Aunt Mary had her bathing suit on. Dad had settled down into the water before I opened my eyes. I could only surmise that he had his bathing suit on too. I couldn’t imagine him otherwise with Sylvia sitting here in my lap. They didn’t seem to realize what we were doing or else they didn’t care.

Sylvia was so close to her orgasm that she didn’t immediately register the rise in water level from two more bodies. I nudged her with my arm around her back and she opened her eyes and they went wide when she saw Dad and Aunt Mary sitting there beside us with bubbling water surging around their necks. Their eyes were closed as they luxuriated in the hot water.

My pending orgasm disappeared almost instantly and I started to lift her off my cock as inconspicuously as possible. Sylvia resisted and mouthed the word, ‘no’. I let her settle back down on my cock and she stared at Dad’s and Aunt Mary’s closed eyes as she flexed her vaginal muscles again. I mouthed the words, ‘Are you crazy?’ She just grinned at me and flexed again. I flexed too and it wasn’t long before she was back up again. I was nowhere close.

As her orgasm eased into her, she pushed her face into the crook of my neck and shoulder and buried her groans there. The roar of the jets prevented even me from hearing her. Her body writhed in my arms as her pussy clenched hard and then released on my cock. It repeated several times. The waves caused by her lurching body were lost in the water bursting to the surface.

The jets were on a timer and they could shut off any moment. When Sylvia’s orgasm subsided, she kissed me on the chin. I was concentrating on Dad and Aunt Mary sitting beside us. I slowly lifted her off my granite hard cock and she pulled the material between her legs back in place. While she was still lifted off me, I lifted my ass and pulled my suit back up. It was a struggle getting a wet bathing suit on over my erection, but I finally got it.

We stood up and the receding water level caused Dad to open his eyes. He looked at us and an odd smile formed. I couldn’t be sure, but my guess was that he knew exactly what we were doing. He closed his eyes again and I helped Sylvia step out to the ground.

When we got back to the table, we had used all day, Sylvia was snickering with a hand to her mouth. I was trying to figure out what to do with my raging hard-on. She pushed her body to mine, pressing my hard-on to my stomach and whispered, “Oh my gawwdd, Dex. That was awesome. Do you think your dad knew what we were doing? God, I hope not.” I lied and shook my head. She gripped my erection and said, “I have to change. I’ll be right back.”

As she left swishing her ass from side to side in an exaggerated motion, I grabbed my tented bathing suit and waggled my hard cock at her when she turned back to see if I was watching her go. She grinned and jabbed her tongue in and out of her cheek.

I grabbed a towel and dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist to hide my erection. As I headed inside, I glanced into the hot tub and Dad and Aunt Mary hadn’t moved. The jets had shut off and there wasn’t any hint of impropriety through the crystal-clear water.

With the girls in the family room playing video games, I sat down at the bar and watched Mom and Fatima working in the kitchen. I caught Fatima ogling Mom’s cleavage in her bikini top. Mom noticed too and she grinned over at me.

A couple minutes later, I noticed movement to my left. I glanced to see what it was. It was Sylvia, fully dressed as she had arrived, on her hands and knees crawling along the wall toward me. She had a very sultry look on her face as she grinned at me. She came up under the bar and parted the towel and reached up my leg into my damp bathing suit. I didn’t look down to give her away but I involuntarily sucked in air in a gasp when Sylvia pushed her lips onto my cock. Mom heard my gasp and looked over at me for a moment and then returned to her task.

I had done this before with Mom and I knew the drill. I concentrated on keeping my facial contortions in check, and it took everything I could muster as Sylvia bobbed her head up and down from tip to balls. Mom kept glancing at me and I just smiled back at her. Sylvia gave me a little reprieve as she sucked her way to the ridge and released the suction, so she wouldn’t make a noise. Then she gripped my cock lightly to hold it in place as she licked her way down my shaft to my balls and pulled one and then the other into her mouth. She pulled on my ball-sack and eased them from her lips and tongued her way back up to the tip.

Fatima bent over to look in the oven and took the opportunity to pull her short white cotton skirt up her thighs. She gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan wasn’t wearing panties and she reached down and ran her fingers through her sex for me to see. Mom was pulling dishes from an overhead cabinet and didn’t see. I was getting close and it was getting harder to maintain a casual appearance. My balls were working on my pending load. Fatima stood up and closed the oven door and then came over and put her elbows down on the bar with her face a foot from mine and just looked at me. I was sure that I couldn’t pass close scrutiny like Fatima was giving me right then.

My hands needed to do something so I gripped the edge of the bar to hold on. Sylvia was sucking on my cock so hard; I was sure I’d blow backwards when I came. Mom chose that moment to leave the kitchen. My heart leaped up into my throat. Fatima saw the change in my expression but she had no clue as to the cause. Fortunately, Mom turned left into the family room and announced that dinner would be ready in five minutes.

Sylvia’s head was driving up and down my shaft and cum boiled out of my balls and launched up my shaft into her waiting mouth. I couldn’t help but let out a groan that brought Fatima up on the bar so she could look into my lap. Sylvia was gulping down my load and making her own noises in the process. Fatima’s eyes went wide when she saw Sylvia with my cock buried in her mouth. She mumbled, “Oh my gaawwdd, guys.” She looked up at me and said, “Your Mom will be back any second. Jesus.” Sylvia swallowed several times and pulled her lips off my cock when she was sure I was done. She licked all around my shaft and then rolled away from me and crept back along the wall to the hallway looking back at me with a Cheshire Cat grin.

Before I could pull the towel back over my cock, Fatima reached over the bar and grabbed my slowly softening cock and stroked it a few times. Then she dragged her index fingernail through the ‘eye’ to collect post-cum that Sylvia hadn’t had time to get with her tongue. Fatima slid back across the bar to her feet and just as Mom walked back into the kitchen, Fatima pushed her index finger into her mouth. Mom looked at her and said, “No sampling dinner with your fingers.” Fatima grinned at her and pulled her finger from her lips. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

Sylvia appeared from the hallway and she sat down on the stool next to mine. She grinned at Fatima with a little embarrassment on her face from getting caught sucking my cock. At the same time, Sylvia slid her right hand along my thigh and under the towel to tug on my softened dick. I don’t think she expected to get any reaction but she was wrong. My dick took up the challenge and slowly hardened again. She leaned closer and whispered, “You’re amazing. How do you do that?” She just held it and tightened her grip as it got harder. She didn’t try to jerk me off. She just held it as she kept a close eye on Mom across the bar.

Fatima got the meal on the dining room table and Mom took up the task of getting a roomful of mostly inebriated teenage girls to the table. Dad and Aunt Mary were drying off in the backyard and they came to the table with towels around them. I pushed Sylvia’s hand off my cock, cinched my towel up and moved over to the table before the room full of tittering girls came in and caught me with another erection. Sylvia followed and sat beside me. She giggled as she looked into my lap to see me hiding my hard-on with my hands above the towel.

Dinner was interesting. The twins seemed sober but they had always been good at hiding it if they came home from a date a little drunk. Jillian wasn’t fooling anyone and wasn’t trying to. She came close enough to going down in her dinner plate that when she caught herself and sat back up, she had yellow cheese on the end of her nose. That got all the other girls roaring with laughter. I chuckled a little. I couldn’t help it. Sylvia elbowed me in the ribs.

I kept checking to see if Sylvia was okay to drive and she seemed fine. I had a few beers during the day but had stopped several hours ago. Dad had a lot of beers and he was the only one at the table still drinking. Jaz was sobering up after her ‘nap’ but she still struggled to keep her balance in her chair. Her bikini top was in disarray again and her right nipple was showing again. This seemed to amuse Sylvia the most and she finally leaned over and yanked Jaz’s top back in place. Jaz turned her head slowly as it wobbled on her neck and gave Sylvia a derisive look and muttered, “Bitch.”

Sylvia turned back to me and grinned as she said, “I think she’s pissed at me because she didn’t get her fuck on the picnic table.” I leaned forward to look at Jaz. The look that she had given Sylvia quickly morphed into a smile as she pursed her lips and gave me an air-kiss and mouthed the word, ‘Later?’.

Sarah and Amber had been really buzzed earlier in the gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort bayan day but they were recovering as they both surreptitiously listened in on Aunt Mary’s and Mom’s quiet conversation across the table in front of Dad, seated at the end of the table. They were both leaning toward each other; each with a hand on Dad’s thighs to balance themselves. Both of them were beyond buzzed. I couldn’t see what they were doing under the table but from the giggles coming from Sarah and Amber, they could see fine.

After dinner, Fatima and Sylvia cleaned up together. Fatima washed the dishes and pans and Sylvia dried. They used the time together to talk and I left them alone and went to sit in the family room. Sarah and Jennifer were on the video game and the others hooted with a good move and teased with a bad one.

I helped Fatima carry her equipment to the truck and once stowed properly she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. She broke the embrace and said, “Silly and I are getting together at her apartment soon. I hope you can make it.”

I smiled as a vision of a ‘two-on-one’ flashed through my mind. I nodded and said, “If that’s what Sylvia wants, she’ll let me know.” Fatima nodded and jumped up in the driver’s seat. The DJ was in the passenger seat patiently waiting. I watched and waved as she exited the driveway.

As I opened the front door, Sylvia was just reaching for the doorknob. She had her stuff in her carry-bag and her car-keys jangled from her left hand. She pushed herself against me and went up on her toes to give me a kiss. She said, “I had a wonderful time. I love your family. They made me feel right at home. I’ll call you tomorrow to see if you survived the night.”

I laughed and held her close and looked down into her beautiful eyes. I said, “I was just curious how your nickname came to be ‘Silly’.”

Sylvia giggled and said, “Tima and I became roommates at the start of our junior year. We were kind of getting to know each other and I made the mistake of assuming her nickname was ‘Fati’. She was anything but fat but she let me know in no uncertain terms that if I was going to call her that, we were going to have some problems. So, I came up with ‘Tima’. She liked it. We were at a frat party one night and I was pretty blasted. She was keeping an eye out for me. Guys were circling like sharks trying to take advantage of my condition. I’m a happy drunk and I couldn’t stop giggling and laughing. I guess Tima had had enough and she busted through the guys crowded around me and said, ‘Come on Silly. It’s time to go.’ To say the least the frat boys were upset with her. We made it out of there okay and she’s called me ‘Silly’ ever since. She’s the only one who calls me that and don’t you even think of calling me that, at least not at work.”

She stretched up and kissed me again and then went to her car. She waved out the open window of her Mini Cooper as she drove off. I stood there watching until she was out of sight and then went back inside. I went up to my room to get out of my bathing suit. The nylon net liner, inside my suit was chafing my balls. I pulled on my knee length nylon basketball short without underwear and marveled at how much better that felt. I pulled on a fresh tank and when I opened my bedroom door I nearly ran into Mom.

She pushed me back and closed my door behind her. She walked past me and sat down on my bed and said, “I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love Sylvia. She’s beautiful. Are you going steady or an item or whatever you call it these days?”

I looked at Mom for a moment as I thought on her question. Then I just shrugged my shoulders, “Hard to say Mom. It’s physical and for the moment, and that’s enough. Mom smiled and nodded. “Mom?” I said. “Where is everyone sleeping tonight?”

Mom replied, “In the same beds as last night. Sarah, Amber and Jaz are sleeping in her dad’s van. I’m told that the back-seat folds down to a bed. I also heard that you know all about that.” A sheepish smile formed on my face. I guess the twins ratted me out about my shopping trip to the mall. “If Sylvia had opted to stay over, we would have been okay with her sleeping in here with you if she wanted to. I’m glad she didn’t stay though. It could have been awkward for her and your father if the wrong person saw her car here overnight.” She chuckled and whispered, “Besides, I have plans for you tonight. I’ve been missing you.”

I could only imagine what that meant and I knew she wouldn’t reveal her plans until the time came. My cock was anxious and it lifted the long nylon pant leg of my shorts. To change the subject, I decided to broach the subject of Dad and Aunt Mary again. “When did Jillian and Jennifer start joining you and Dad and Aunt Mary?” Mom’s mouth fell open slightly as her eyes darted everywhere but at me. She didn’t respond for several seconds.

She started examining her fingers and finally looked at me and motioned for me to come closer. She gripped my hardening cock through the nylon material with her right hand and just held it as I sat down beside her. She said, “Two years ago. They caught your father and Aunt Mary in bed together. She was riding him cow-girl style. That’s her favorite position. She never got to be in control with your Uncle Ray.” She was heading off on a tangent and I twirled my hand in the air to get her back on track.

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