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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, Cheyenne, you are beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jim, he’s…he’s watching…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” he asked, sipping his wine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

“I…I…” he stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Coffee?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that?” you say.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

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

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

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

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Living a dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My morning appointments finished early and I had time to kill before lunch and my afternoon schedule. I was nearby my brother’s house and decided to pop in for a visit.

He was on vacation so I hoped to find him home. When I arrived the driveway was empty so I assumed no one was home, I knocked on the door and no one answered. I slipped my business card with a quick note in the door and started down the steps back to my car. As I reached the bottom step I looked up to see Bill’s wife Barb pulling into the drive.

I waited there and watched her step from her car. She was in heels and a sharp looking business suit. Her skirt came just above her knee and I got a great look at her legs. Her massive, and I mean huge, tits strained against the conservative jacket and white blouse she wore.

We embraced in the drive and she gave me a sweet peck right on the lips. She quickly took a finger and wiped the lipstick from my lips. Barb invited me in for a cool drink while explaining that my brother had taken advantage of the nice early spring weather and was batman escort away on the golf course.

Her tits strained even more against the sheer fabric of her blouse as she shed her jacket. I could clearly make out the lace trim of her bra and the impressions of her nipples in the fabric. My cock stirred.

Barb was up on her tippy-toes as she reached into the cabinet for some glasses. Her fine ass and shapely legs only made the situation in my pants more noticeable. Thankfully the stretch-lace panties I was wearing held my hard cock somewhat in check.

She was having a little trouble reaching for a glass so she asked me to get it. I came around the counter and she smirked as she stared at my crotch. I quickly reached for the glass and turned to hand it to her only to catch one of her breasts with my hand.

“Oh”, she whispered, “That felt nice!”

Without warning we found ourselves in a deep kiss as she mashed he wonderful tits into my chest. Our passion was electric. Wordlessly yalova escort she led me to her bedroom. Her skirt and blouse didn’t make it that far. She tossed them off on the steps and in the hallway and stood before me in only her heels, bra, panties, and stockings. The crotch of her panties was noticeably damp.

She came to me and rubbed my cock through my pants. I was a bit apprehensive as she undid my belt and slid the zipper down. She reached into my pants to grab my cock. I could feel her hand rubbing over the delicious lace fabric of my panties. She paused for a moment and looked me in the eye.

“Wow”, she squealed, “Very kinky- me like kinky!!!”

With that she went straight to her knees and dropped my pants to the floor. I pulled off my shirt as she worked my stiff bone through the crotch of my panties. I was in heaven as her expert lips worked the length of my cock. She looked up at me as she took me deeper and deeper into her throat. She pinched and tweaked her nipples as she gained momentum and I began to face-fuck ordu escort her. I warned her I was close to blowing my wad and she only worked her mouth faster and faster up and down my cock. I came thunderously, deep in her throat, and she swallowed every drop.

She got up and lay back on the bed. I pulled her panties down and she raised her hips as I slid them over her ass. I dove for her trimmed bush and savored her musky twat. In only minutes I had her quivering with an orgasm and then another. I continued to lick her pussy and suck her clit until she came at least three more times. I then slid up her sweaty stomach and pushed the cups of her bra atop her breasts. I spent a long time kissing and licking, squeezing, kneading and sucking her wonderful tits.

As my cock stirred to new life I turned Barb on her stomach and pulled her up on all fours. I ever so slowly penetrated her to the hilt. I pulled out slowly till just the tip of my cock was in her. I paused for a few moments and slowly penetrated her pussy once more. I continued this until she began to ride my cock at her on pace. In a short time she was riding me hard. We fucked for a very long time before she and I collapsed in a simultaneous earth shattering climax.

We were sitting on the sun porch when Bill arrived home, my afternoon appointments all rescheduled due to a “family thing”.

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My mom slept right through the orgy in Aunty Mame’s family room, just a few feet from her poolside lounge chair. If she had lifted her head, she could have seen her sister fucking her husband and son while simultaneously sucking the cunt of a very beautiful young girl. Mary was a real find.

“Tell me, Mary,” Dad asked when we had fucked ourselves into an exhausted ball of flesh. There were cunts, pricks, assholes and tits sticking out everywhere. If the aliens had landed and asked for our leader, they would have expected another being with eight legs, I’m sure.

“Was that bit about calling me Daddy just a part of the game or do you really fuck your daddy?”

“No, but I want to. He is so hot! When Mom is out, I peek at him in the shower. Mom must not give him enough pussy because he is always jacking off when I watch. I sneak into the bathroom and rub my cunt while he’s stroking it and try to cum at the same time he does.”

“Maybe he knows you’re there and is fucking his fist just for you,” Mame offered.

“Ooooh! You think so? Oh, that would be so hot! But he never acts like he wants to fuck me,” she added as an afterthought.

“He can’t afford to, Honey,” Mame explained. “If your mom caught him fucking you, there would be hell to pay. Do you really want to fuck him? If you do, bring him over here. I’m sure we can get in his pants if we work at it.”

“You could get into a statue’s pants, you hot slut!,” Dad yelled as he slammed his raw dick up her ass again. He just thought he was fucked out. Mary talking calmly about fucking her father was enough to get him hard again for the umpteenth time that night.

“You girls have really made my day!,” he told them when his cum gun had fired its load again. “You’ve squeezed more cum out of my balls in one night than I get out of them in a normal month. I had no idea I was still able to cum like that.”

“So glad to be of assistance, Sir,” grinned Mary as she wiped his cum off her chin. “Now do you mind if we fuck your wife?”

“If you can get her to fuck, you’re a better man than I, little girl. I’ve been trying to loosen her up for twenty years. You saw how uptight she was tonight, and that was as far as I’ve ever seen her go. How did you get her into that suit, Mame?”

Mame, Mary and I exchanged glances. Should we tell him he had missed the best part by not seeing it when the water made it total see-through? We all decided not to and went out to check on Mom.

She was sprawled across the lounge chair, snoring loudly. One of her tits was hanging completely out of the neck of the suit. Mame stuffed it back in after we all admired it and helped her to her feet. “Come on inside, Sis. We’ll get you dressed. It’s time to go home.”

“Huh? What?” Mom was obviously still woozy. Dad picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom where she had undressed. As Mary and I watched, he and Mame stripped my mom and got her into one of Mame’s night shirts. It felt really funny to have my dad let me watch my mother naked. I think it turned him on a little. The members of our little orgy club were all still naked and his dick was noticeably rising again, although he had cum many times tonight.

Just to test my theory, I moved up between my mother’s naked thighs and rubbed my stiff cock against her bare pussy lips while watching Dad for his reaction. His dick perked up another notch, so I gently pushed in a little.

We must have all had the same idea because no words were said. Mom was lying buckass naked on her back while we all stood around admiring her. My dick was lodged in the entrance to her cunt and she was still snoring loudly. Aunt Mame and Mary crawled onto the bed on either side of Mom and rolled their naked bodies against hers. Each one lightly began sucking a nipple as my dad stroked his once more rigid cock. All of them watched as my prick slowly disappeared into the deep recesses of my mother’s cunt.

When I was fully lodged to the balls in the tightest cunt I had ever imagined, my dad moved up so Aunt Mame could suck karabük escort his cock while he watched his son become a motherfucker.

Obviously, we did not want Mom to wake up during this violation of her body, so we all moved very slowly and quietly. I took long slow strokes that brought the head of my prick almost completely out of my mother’s cunt and all the way back in to my balls.

I had gotten my rocks so many times tonight, I was totally unprepared when I felt the blast coming. Not knowing exactly what I should do, I pulled out of Mom’s cunt just as the first gob flew through the air and landed on her lips.

“Oh shit!,” I thought. “She’s going to wake up now and we’re all in trouble. I stuck my prick back in her snatch to prevent further mess–at least outside her body. It felt like I shot a gallon of white stuff in her.

However, she just smiled in her sleep, licked her lips and murmured something before rolling onto her side. Dad and Mom had been planning to go home since they only lived a few blocks away, but Aunt Mame suggested to Dad that they just cover her up and let her sleep. Tomorrow was Sunday and nobody had to get up early. Just let her sleep in.

Everybody agreed and we all crashed in a tangle of flesh on Mame’s bed

Mom was the first one up, which was almost our undoing. It took her a few minutes to figure out where she was when she first struggled up out of sleep. The room was completely unfamiliar to her and she never slept in the nude. Then it slowly started coming back to her as she noticed her clothes where she had left them before trying on the swimsuits that were still scattered around the room.

“Why was she still at Mame’s,” she wondered as she staggered into the bathroom and sat on the commode. Her private parts felt so squishy, even more than usual after she let Jim have his way with her, but she was sure she hadn’t had sex last night. On the other hand, there was that fantastic dream she had of being so loved by an entire group of people who had done so many wonderful things to her body, and there was the young man with the huge member who had given her such pleasure. She smiled to herself as she remembered how it made her feel.

“Was it wrong to feel this way? Should she be ashamed for having such an explicit dream?” She wasn’t sure. When she reached between her legs to wipe herself, she couldn’t help noticing that there was a lot of sticky white stuff soaking the paper. “Did I make this?” She remembered the feeling of experiencing an orgasm in her dream and blushed a deep red. She had experienced only one orgasm in her life and it was under circumstances she refused to think about. She had no idea if she had made this stuff or how it might have otherwise gotten inside her.

She gingerly sniffed it. It smelled a lot like the smell after Jim was finished with her. She made him use a condom to catch the vile stuff, but she could still smell it and felt dirty every time until the smell dissipated. For some reason, the smell of this stuff was pleasing to her.

There were simply too many unanswered questions. She flushed the toilet and got under the shower to clear her head and wash the rest of the sticky stuff away.

Luckily, the sound of the flushing toilet brought me out of my deep sleep. I was exhausted from all the nonstop gang fucking, but the beer wanted out. It had to be my mom in the shower, because the others were all still sprawled across Aunt Mame’s bed in a naked pile.

I thought my piss would never stop and I knew I had to get back to the bedroom and warn the others before Mom finished her shower. She was notorious around our house for her short showers. It was if she was afraid the Devil would catch her naked and stick his pointy tail between her thighs if she stayed in the shower a second longer than absolutely necessary. She also wouldn’t acknowledge the fact that there was this powerful urge to rub that thing down there that grew stronger the longer she stayed in the shower, especially osmaniye escort if the water was hot, so she normally took cool showers.

For some reason, Mom was staying in the shower a lot longer today. I had plenty time to wake the others and give everybody time to get dressed. After all this time, I could still hear the water running in her bathroom. I was beginning to worry a little. Dad was in the back yard, straightening up, so I cracked the door of the bathroom to make sure Mom was ok.

The room was full of steam! I heard moaning! Then I really started to worry. What if she had passed out or slipped in the shower or something and knocked herself out and the water was running full hot and she was being boiled alive and ….? I ran to the shower and threw the door open. My mother’s startled face peered out at me through the steam, but her fingers never stopped running through her soapy cunt lips.

“Why Jefferey, dear. This is so unlike you. Why are you coming into my shower?”

She was speaking in a dreamy sort of voice as if she had lost it, somehow, and sort of zoned out.

“Are you dirty, too? Mommy is so dirty. She was trying to take a bath and the mean old Devil caught her staying in the hot water too long and put his nasty old tail between her legs. It made her itch so bad, she can’t scratch it enough to make it stop itching. Are you itching, too?”

Oops! Mom must have lost it completely. What had we done? Had we pushed her so hard she couldn’t cope with it? Oh shit! I never meant to hurt my mom, I was just looking for a way to get my nuts off. Please, please, please don’t let her be fucked up. I didn’t know what the hell to do. I may be legally an adult, but I’m still just a fucking kid with a big dick. I didn’t know if I should run get Dad or try to keep her calm or what the fuck.

Meanwhile, life did not wait for my decision and simply went on without me. Mom pulled me into the shower with her and began to soap my dick. “Don’t worry Jefferey, Mommy will get it clean for you. Be a good boy and scratch that place for me while I wash you, will you?”

By this, I assumed she wanted me to play with her cunt, so I did. While she lovingly stroked my rigid dick with the hot soapy washcloth, I tickled her clit and stuck a finger in her twat. Apparently this is what she wanted, so I stuck a finger up her ass, also.

“Oh, yesss, dear. That’s exactly where Mommy was itching. It feels so good when you scratch it. Keep scratching. I’ll have you clean in a minute.”

I guess what she meant by “clean” was that she would make me blow my nuts soon. She got that part right. The first load went right past her ear, but then she opened her mouth and pointed the next load right down her throat.

She never said a word when I was finished, just turned her back and bent over the built-in shower seat. Her hand guided my still turgid cock between her fat cunt lips that swallowed my entire length in one push back of her fantastic ass.

I was somewhere between heaven and hell. On the one hand, I was a horny kid getting his rocks off in one of the most erotic possible ways. On the other, as far as I knew, every stroke was pushing my mother further toward madness. What should I do? I didn’t want to hurt her for any reason.

Once more, life failed to wait for me.

Mom began humming. Louder and louder. Then music seemed to start welling out of her every pore as she slammed back on my swollen prick, again and again. She hit high C and just held onto it as tremors swept over her body. The others heard her sing and came running into the bathroom. She held onto the note so long and so loud I was afraid that glass would start breaking soon. My prick felt like it might break. Mom’s cunt was clenching me almost painfully as she came in continuous waves.

Aunty Mame, Dad and Mary were all standing around the shower with their jaws open, wondering what the fuck was going on. I put my fingers to my lips to tell them to keep quiet and pantomimed marmaris escort that I thought Mom might have gone bananas on us. Meanwhile, she was tralaaing away at the top of her lungs and slamming back and forth on my root.

The others held a powwow and decided that there was nothing they could do to help and it might make things worse if she realized she had an audience, so they left. I noticed Dad had an ass cheek in each hand as they walked out of the bathroom.

I don’t know about you, but I love to fuck. However, this had been going on for a long time and I began to wonder when it would stop. Mom’s cunt muscles had been gripping me as her orgasms shook her body for what seemed like forever. Ordinarily, it would have been great, but there was that constant worry that I was harming her in some way. A few times, I tried to pull my dick out of her, but she wouldn’t let me. The hot water had run out completely some time ago and we were both freezing.

Finally, I made a decision, or took some action, at least. I turned off the water and picked up her wet body in my arms. She whimpered when my dick fell out of her cunt. I reached for a towel to dry us both off with. “Shhhh,” I whispered to her. “It’s ok, it’s ok. Everything’s going to be fine.” I talked her down like she was a horse that had spooked. As I talked to her in soothing tones, I led her over to the bed to tuck her in.

I guess she wasn’t ready to go back to sleep. She grabbed my arm and pulled me under the bedclothes with her. She spooned back against me and reached between my legs for my prick. As soon as she had it firmly lodged in the far reaches of her cunt, she began to hum again.

This time it wasn’t a frantic hum, only the sound someone makes when they are meditating. It was more like “Ommmmmm, ommmmmm.” It seemed to resonate with our forbidden coupling. “Ommmmmm.” I could feel it in my balls. “Ommmmmm.” It made my dick vibrate like a bell. “Ommmmmm.” I could feel another bolt of lightning in my tailbone. “Ommmmmm.” The hot cum gathered force in my balls. I could almost feel it coursing through the multiple pathways through my body, seeking the way out.

“Ommmmmm!,” I shouted with her as my sperm flew out of my body in a race to the bottom of my mother’s cunt.

“Ommmmmm!,” she shouted as she hit high C again. She was still saying “ommmmmm,” but it was no longer the low pitched hum normally used. This “ommmmmm” seemed to rasp against every nerve in my body. It woke up my entire body in ways that I never imagined were possible. My body was tingling all over as if a bolt of lightning was about to strike.

“Oh shit!,” I thought. “Maybe it is. Maybe this is where I get punished for my wicked thoughts.” But no bolt came out of the sky to punish me for fucking my mother and she eventually ran out of steam and drifted off into a deep sleep with a smile on her face. My dick was still lodged deep within her and every time I tried to pull out, she would whimper in her sleep and push her ass back against me again.

Hours later, we awoke in each other’s arms. Her eyes were clear and she seemed to be rational. “Uh oh,” I thought. “Here it comes. Here is where the shit hits the fan. She was still out of it before and didn’t really know what she was doing, but now it looks like she does and I’m still balls deep in her cunt. What the fuck should I do?”

You guessed it. Life answered before I did. My mother reached down to tickle my balls and rammed her ass back on my prick until she got me off one more time, then she got out of bed with rivulets of my cum running down her thighs and headed for the bathroom again.

“Thanks, Jefferey. I needed that,” she flung over her shoulder as she went through the doorway, apparently completely with it and all right with it.

I was in the kitchen explaining things to the others when Mom walked in completely naked and laid back on the table. “Mame, I’ve wanted to let you suck my pussy ever since that one time you did it when we were kids, but I felt so guilty about it all that I never even let my poor husband make me cum. Honey, it will make me very happy if you will fuck the shit out of that sweet young thing over there while my sister eats me out. Maybe Jefferey can get it up one more time so I can suck his cock while Mame does me. Well, come on everybody! Don’t just stand there! Start fucking! I’m way behind and plan to catch up in a hurry!”

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Warning: This is the fourth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a “Quick Read”, but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.

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When we got out into the mall, Patty steered me toward one of the upscale department stores at the very end of the mall; one of the well known anchor stores. Making our way through the store, we stopped once or twice to look at some dresses and skirts she liked. I saw some thin, gauze-like shirts which would be perfect for Patty to show off her little breast treasures. They had one style that had a low cut neck, but the one I really liked was very form fitting and would almost cling to her body, making her breasts very easy to see and admire by anyone that chose to look. I made a mental note to come back and pick one up for her. She saw the gleam in my eye while I looked at them and I think she was impressed I was thinking of her.

When we passed the Juniors section, there was a rack of tartan skirts on display, some of them red and white, and some of them were blue and white, and they reminded me of school girl or private school uniform skirts. Pulling her over to the rack, I held one up and said “Imagine this about eight inches shorter.”

“You Naughty Boy!” She said, turning to slap my arm. “That would be totally indecent to wear.”

With a grin on my face, I replied, “You mean deliciously indecent?”

I made another mental note to pick up one or two of these, too. “We’re here to buy panties, remember?” She scolded. Then, taking my hand in hers, she made a bee line directly to the lingerie department.

Their lingerie department was nothing short of huge, and it was filled with all kinds of soft, stretchy, lacy and very sexy items. As we entered, the very first thing we came upon was a display of the sheerest bra and panty sets I’ve ever seen. They were almost transparent. You could even see the nipples of the mannequins showing through. I thought about how Patty’s little breasts would look showing through a bra like that and the image in my head was tantalizing.

I stopped in front of the display and looked at Patty. “I like that bra.” I said. “I bet your nipples would look extra suckable through one of those.”

“Paul,” she replied, “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t wear bras. I think I might have maybe two at home, but, I almost never wear one.”

“But,” I answered, “those are so charming. You can see right through them…. I mean, they’re sexy and would look so good with those see through panties, and maybe one of those shirts we saw back there….. and one of those school girl skirts.”

“I see where this is going.” She replied. “Okay,” she said, with a smirk on her face, “if you insist, but, for every bra I get, you have to get one, too.”

Now, that stopped me cold. Even though I’ve worn my share of panties, the only time I’ve ever worn a bra was at the hands of my mother the days she dressed me up as my sister, Sissy. I hadn’t told Patty that part of my story yet, but I knew if she wanted to hear the whole account of my Mom and me, it would probably come out. I didn’t know if Patty’s comment was a test, or if Patty had something else in mind.

Now, just as an aside, I know the implications when a man wears a bra. Panties are one thing, but a bra is a completely different matter. A man might wear panties as a substitute for his regular underwear for many reasons: opportunity, comfort, desire, curiosity, fantasy, excitement, punishment, tradition, or even by request. A man who wears panties can normally protect his secret because his trousers cover them and he can indulge himself without anyone knowing. Basically, a man can wear panties as much as he likes with no impact what so ever to his masculinity. There are historic accounts from ages past to support the fact that a percentage of men definitely wear female underpants. That is a known fact which is indisputable.

A bra on the other hand, is a strictly feminine garment. When a man wears a bra, he is subjugating his masculinity in favor of femininity. What I mean is; a man doesn’t put on a bra simply by ‘mistake’, or without considering the implications. A bra is made for breasts, which are (in most cases) exclusive to the female. So when a man wears a bra, what he’s saying is that he’s potentially willing to set aside his masculinity temporarily, or in some cases, permanently. One of the first things an experienced dominant female will do to a male submissive is put him in a bra. That makes fethiye escort the male incredibly docile and open to suggestion. The second thing they do is make sure a third party actually sees the man wearing the bra. Once that happens, the man’s masculinity has been neutered. True, when the man sheds the bra, his masculinity can return, but, as long as the bra remains on, that submissive male can be trained to think, act and react in ways which are not influenced by his masculinity — and he’ll do so quite willingly.

And, all of that is exactly what was going through my mind just after Patty said “for every bra I get, you have to get one, too.” It’s a lot to comprehend and process at one time and I must have spaced out while trying to sort through everything after she said it.

“Paul?” Patty said, breaking me out of my trance. “Have you worn a bra before?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I answered reluctantly but truthfully, “when my Mom dressed me up.”

“Oh, now I’m REALLY going to have to hear the rest of that story!” Patty whispered to me.

“Later.” I replied. “I told you, it’s a long, long story.”

“Well, let’s see,” Patty mused, “I guess I’m looking for a 32A. Or, actually a 32AA would be better if I can find one, but these stores don’t usually carry bras that small.”

Looking through the bras to find her size, she turned to me and asked, “What size for you?”

Luckily, there wasn’t anyone around us – I looked to make sure. A woman and her daughter were a few racks away, but I don’t think they heard her ask me what size bra I would wear. I cringed at the thought of some woman overhearing Patty and I discussing my bra size.

“38.” I said softly.

I watched as Patty sorted through the rack, pushing bras back and forth and digging into the back to find matching bras in our sizes. Finally, she found two bras, 32A and 38A, and two panties, an extra small for her and a medium for me. She picked white, but there was yellow and pink, too. I breathed a sign of relief when she didn’t pick the pink.

We looked through every table, rack and display of that lingerie department together, and for each pair of panties we got for her, she picked out a matching pair for me, in my size. By the time we were done, we probably had a total of forty pairs of panties for the two of us. She’d picked out a rainbow of colors for us, including many different shades of pink.

She’d seen me flinch the first time she reached for pink, and I saw a little grin creep up on the corners of her mouth when she saw my reaction. “Listen,” Patty whispered, “girls wear pink. I’m a girl. I like pink. It’s not going to kill you.”

Then she added, “Look at it this way…. you’ll be so much better in tune with your feminine side wearing pink.” After that, I think she made a deliberate decision to choose pink panties when she able to find matching styles and the right sizes.

“It’ll be fine,” Patty assured me, patting my chest lightly, “no one’s going to see them besides me, anyway. Except maybe your Mom,” Patty added as she smiled up to me, “and that would be perfectly fine with me.”

If I didn’t already figure out Patty was very interested in my Mom and I, I think I knew for sure now. She’d said she wanted to hear the rest of my story, and wanted to know the details of what we did, and now she was telling me she’d be okay with my Mom seeing me in my pink panties. I stopped for a second to consider how she was going to react when I told her the whole story about my Mom.

As we walked to the cashier counter, the lady behind the counter looked up to greet us. Laying the merchandise out on the counter, the saleslady began to sort through the bundle of softies and looked at Patty.

“Some of these are different sizes, Miss.” She said. “The bras, and the panties, both.”

Patty turned to me, and just as casually as you can image asked, “38A and Mediums for you, isn’t that right, Paul?”

I wanted to crawl into a hole right then. She even called me by name. But, Patty reached down to grasp my hand and she squeezed it as she asked. I could feel my face turn red and the saleslady, seeing my obvious mortification, immediately turned her attention back to the pile of lingerie on the counter in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” the saleslady said softly as she looked up at me, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It’s okay,” Patty replied, leaning over to whisper to her, “I guess you don’t get many male customers in here buying women’s panties and bras for themselves.”

Patty was laying it on pretty thick. She didn’t even lower her voice and I saw a woman customer snicker when she obviously overheard what Patty said. She held my hand tightly , too — keeping me right next to her so I wouldn’t try to sneak away.

“Honestly,” the saleslady answered quite softly, “we do get couples from time to time….. uh, like you, buying different sizes. And we get some men shopping alanya escort for their wives and girlfriends….. they say.” The woman busied herself with the tags and laying everything out so she could ring them up.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” the woman continued, leaning over and speaking softly to Patty, “if I was a man, I’d prefer to wear these, too.”

“See?” Patty said, turning to look at me, and clutching my hand even tighter. Then, turning back to the saleslady, Patty asked, “If Paul wanted to shop by himself sometime for his own panties, could he come here and ask for you?”

“Oh, please!” I prayed silently in desperation. “Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

“Of course.” The saleslady replied, and picking up her business card from the counter, she handed it directly to me and told me I could stop by anytime and she’d be honored to help me.

I stood there, red faced and about to start to sweat as she finished ringing up our purchase and putting our combined lingerie in the bags. While we stood there, Patty snuggled up to me and covertly reached down to press her hand against my crotch. I didn’t realize how hard I was, but, feeling the steel rod in my pants, Patty looked up at me with a knowing smile. Between the embarrassment, the humiliation and the excitement, my cock was throbbing inside the ruffled bridal panties I was wearing. And I could tell Patty’s was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.

When the saleslady finished our purchase, Patty said “Thank You” and we walked away, hand in hand.

“Damn!” I whispered to her, when we turned out of the lingerie department. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”

“Oh, and you’re acting like you didn’t enjoy all that?” Patty replied as we walked. “Your cock sure seemed to enjoy it. Besides,” she went on, “that woman doesn’t know you – and now you’ll be able to come in here alone and buy things for the both of us.”

“Well, I do try to keep my panty wearing a secret, Patty.” I said. “Hardly no one knows and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Really?” Patty replied. “No one knows? Let’s see….. well, your Mom knows, and your sister probably knows, and some of your ex-girlfriends know…. and I know, and that woman knows. And, you’re still alive and no one has put out a ‘Wanted’ poster for you, have they? I guess maybe it’s not such a horrible thing if someone knows, huh?”

“Well, Miss Smarty Pants,” I broke in, “my secretary doesn’t know, and the people that work for me don’t know, and your father surely doesn’t know.”

“I don’t know about your secretary or the people at your work,” Patty answered, “but, I guarantee Daddy wouldn’t care. You know, Paul,” she added, “personally, I love the idea of my guy wearing panties. If it was up to me, I’d want you to wear them all the time.”

“Somehow, I’m finding that hard to believe.” I replied.

“Well, just to prove I’m telling the truth, would you let me come over to your house first thing tomorrow morning and throw out all the male stuff in your underwear drawer and replace it with all the cute things we’re buying today?” Patty asked.

Memories of my Mom putting my sister’s lingerie in my drawer at home flooded my brain, and I was impressed with Patty’s keen sense of understanding and awareness. I started to visualize Patty doing that, just as my mother did years ago. The vision was potent and I couldn’t deny the fact that I liked it the idea.

We playfully taunted each other back and forth as to what she might put in my drawers for me, and how she would arrange it all — by style or by color. As we walked, I asked her if she was serious about wanting to come over tomorrow morning to throw all my underwear out.

“Hell, yes!” She answered. “Every damn bit of it. Every boxer and brief you have would go straight in the trash. Well, maybe you can keep one pair for when you go to the doctor.”

” Oh!” Patty added, “And you can keep anything special you got from your Mom. One thing, though,” she said with a serious tone in her voice, “when you get home tonight, you better get rid of anything you ever got from any other girl before I get there, because I’ll be pissed as hell if I ever find any of that stuff.”

“Okay,” I replied, “that works for me.”

Before long, we came to another store that sold lingerie. She looked at me and said “Are we going in, or should we call it a day?”

“Damn straight we’re going in!” I said, strongly.

Patty informed me she was keeping her mouth shut this time and I was doing all the talking. Then, before I could protest, she pulled me in and took me right to the lingerie section. Before long, a salesgirl — probably about Patty’s age, came up and asked if she could help us.

“Yes.” I answered quickly, trying to show Patty I could handle this smoothly. “We’re looking for underwear…. something comfortable, but still… you know… sexy.”

“Okay,” the girl manavgat escort replied, “what size are you?” She asked, looking at Patty.

Patty didn’t say a thing. I spoke up right away, acting cool and confident, saying, “Extra Small for her and Medium for me.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Patty smile.

The girl didn’t seem to flinch at all. “Let me show you these first.” She said, pointing to a rack several feet away. Patty and I followed behind her until she stopped at a rack that had some very nice panties in many colors.

“You’ll like these,” she said to me, “they don’t have a lot of scratchy lace.” Then pointing out the style she added, “They have full coverage in the back, and a good waistband to keep them tight on you…. uh, around your front.”

Looking around quickly to make sure we weren’t too close to anyone else, the salesgirl leaned a bit closer to Patty and I and then said, “These are the ones I get for my boyfriend,” she added matter of factly, “it’s all he wears now. Except the pink ones. He still won’t wear anything pink. Yet.” She added, slightly amused.

Stunned at the salesgirl’s willingness to be so open with us, I looked at Patty to see her standing there with a smug look on her face. I picked up a pair of the panties and looked at them. The girl told me the fabric was the newest kind; it was made to ‘breathe’. She also pointed out the integrated crotch panel saying they were easy to care for and was sure I would find them comfortable, especially, as she put it, “because regular panties aren’t really cut for a guy,” and adding, “I’m sure you’ll find these much better than other panties you’ve tried. They’ll keep you, you know…. inside.”

Breaking her silence, Patty asked, “I’m just curious….. do you sell a lot of panties to men? I mean, for themselves?”

“I certainly try to.” The salesgirl answered. “Whenever I see a man with a woman, or male customer by himself, I always watch for the signs he might be shopping for himself. Believe me, some men are so relieved when the find out they don’t have to pretend anymore and they buy a lot!”

“That’s actually pretty interesting to hear.” Patty replied. Then she added, “Paul, I think we should get one of every color for both of us. If they are as great as she says, then we’ll know what kind to buy in the future.”

In all the previous times I’ve shopped for panties, I, too, always had to pretend they were for someone else. This was the first time I’d volunteered the fact that they were for me. In a way, I felt proud to be overcoming my anxiety. This girl didn’t look at me weird and she obviously knew her merchandise. For once, I was being completely honest and everything was going fine.

The girl helped us find the right size in each of the colors, even helping us decide on the style: bikini, hipster, tanga, boyshorts, etc. She warned that the bikini cut wasn’t necessarily the best style for a man, but added that her boyfriend had a few pairs of bikinis and she liked the way they looked on him. She took us over to another display which had some different bikini panties which she said fit her boyfriend much better because the elastic waist band was better. The way she said it, I got a vision of some guy wearing bikini panties with a hard-on trying to poke its head out. So, what she said made good sense to me.

We ended up spending forty five minutes with the salesgirl picking out panties and when we were done, we had two armfuls. Just when we thought we were done, the girl bent over and whispered for a few seconds into Patty’s ear. Patty looked at me and then whispered something back to her.

The salesgirl stepped next to me and said, “Let me show you something over here we just got in the first of last week.” We followed her around the next two aisles and came to an end cap display with some bras hanging up.

“We just started carrying these, and I don’t know if you’re interested in them but….. uh.” The salesgirl looked at Patty and in turn, Patty nodded her head to the girl. “Well, the salesgirl continued, “my boyfriend has always had a hang up about wearing a bra but I knew the thought of it really interests him….. you know…. a lot.. When I saw these, I bought one for him and he liked it so much I bought six more two days later, so, he has one for each day of the week. Kind of like those ‘Days-of-the-Week’ panties.”

I’d never seen bras like these. They looked like short, lightweight cut off tank tops. The material felt and looked exactly like the nylon nightgowns and Baby Dolls Mom and Sissy used to have long ago. There were no wires or clasps, and there were no cups. It was a little stretchy and looked like one piece of material that made up the whole thing. Even the thin lace piping on the shoulder straps looked like it would have perfectly matched Sissy’s Baby Dolls. Maybe these were tops to pajamas or something.

“My boyfriend has been wearing them under his shirt to work and you can’t even tell he’s got a bra on.” She said as I stared at the rack. After a minute, Patty moved over next to me and gently nudged me closer to the rack. “Would you like to try one on?” The girl asked very quietly.

I looked at Patty and she nodded her head up and down slightly. I felt my throat go dry and I nodded my head, too. “About what size?” The girl asked.

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I walked into my house from school. It was end of the school term and I had a week off. I am eighteen years old, 6 foot tall and weigh 200 pounds. I as enter my house I saw that both my parents were packing.

“Where are you two going?” I asked my mother.

“Oh hi Brad. Me and your dad have to go to Washington for the paper.” My parents were editors in a city paper and went on trips frequently

“So I will be me here alone?” Thinking that I can throw party and fuck some girl from school.

“Not quite, you will be going to stay at Uncle Henry’s. Don’t worry it will be only for a week.” Mom told me.

I wasn’t worried. I was excited. Uncle Henry and his wife moved to our city fours ago, before that I had never seen him or his wife before. Since I was fourteen I always wank thinking about his wife, Aunt Phyllis. Aunt Phyllis was in her mid-forties; she had long brunette hair and a pair of huge tits. I think there are 42EE cup. Whenever I am near, I just freeze looking at that extra-large bust. Recently she has caught me looking down her blouse but she just smiles at me. If we are ever alone she teases me by bending down right in front of me.

Monday morning came around quickly and my parents dropped me off at my Uncle’s.

“Don’t be a too much of pain to Phyllis and try to help her out. OK?”

“OK I won’t, Bye”

The door open and my uncle Henry showed me the guest room. I started to unpack, then she was there at the door. She was just wearing a robe holding a shampoo bottle.

“Hi Brad” She gave me little smile. “I will make breakfast for you after I have a shower.”

Then she accidentally dropped the bottle. She bent down to pick it up giving me great view of her ass. She stood up and noticed I was looking at her ass.

“Hope I gave you a good look.” She smiled at looking at my tent in my pants and blew me a kiss and walked off.

I quickly closed the door and started rubbing my dick.

After that I went down to watch some TV. Aunt Phyllis called me for breakfast. I walked in the kitchen and sat down at the table. My uncle was reading the paper and my aunt was reading some magazine wearing a baggy sweater and jogging bottoms. zonguldak escort I quickly ate my breakfast and returned to watching the telly. Uncle Henry told me that he going to worked now and will be back at 12. My aunt told me that she would be doing some cleaning.

An hour later I was still watch TV when it turn it self off. I looked behind and saw me aunt holding the remote and smiling.

“I think you watch too much TV.” She stood right in front of me. I just noticed what she was wearing. She had a tight white blouse which was nearly about to explode. I could see through her blouse and she was wearing a black bra. Below the blouse she had on a tight black skirt that didn’t even reached her knees.

“Your are naughty boy aren’t you. Looking at your aunt like that with so much lust.” I stared to get hard when she spoke and me mouth was wide open.

“It was a good thing that your mother sent you to me so I can punish you cause you such a naughty boy! Boys always try to push me but then will end up being punished” I was really getting turned on by the way she spoke to me. Now I was just staring at those ripe melons.

“What are you looking at? Oh, you looking at my busty breast aren’t you! Well don’t! OK? It is rude to stare. I will not want you to stare at my breast whenever they jiggle, bounce or if the nipples get hard. Do I make myself clear!?” Aunt Phyllis screamed.

“Yes, okay.” I replied cowardly.

“Good. Now aunty wants you to draw her a picture.” She sat down and gave me a pencil and some paper. I was really turned by her clothes and the way she talked to me as child. So I decided that see how far I could push her.

“So what have you drawn for aunty?” I gave her my picture and seen what she will do. “WHAT! This is supposed to be a picture of ME! My breasts are not that big. And I just told you off and you now do this. Your are a naughty boy and now you will be punished.”

Aunt Philia quickly grabbed me and put me over her knee. I knew where this was going and I was going to enjoy it.

“You are going to be spanked until your ass goes red. Stop squirming.” Philia rip my pants down leaving bursa escort my cock touching her knee. “Are ready for your punishment” With that question she started spanking me. It was the most hornyest thing a woman has done to me.

Each blow of her hand was making my cock harder. After five minutes of spanking I was starting to moan.

“The naughty bastard is turned on.” Now she began to slap harder making me moan even more. I grabbed my cock to start wanking it.

Suddenly Phyllis stopped spanking me pushed me on to the sofa and spread my legs.

“You did get really turned on, didn’t you?” She kneed in front of my cock. I lifted my cock and pushed it in her mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” My aunt moaned. I started fucking her face. After a few minutes of fucking, my balls tightened, I knew that I was to cum soon. Then I blew all my cum in my aunts mouth. She swallowed every drip of it. She laid down on the floor for a few minutes and then told me:

“You got a bigger load then your uncle. I think you have learnt your punishment. If you are a good boy later on, I will give you present, it could be sucking my tits or a fuck. Now put your pants and go to your room, your uncle will be back soon and I got to get changed.”

Both of us ran upstairs quickly, but just before I went in my room she gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered that I better be a good boy after lunch.

My uncle arrived on 12 o’clock on the dot. Throughout lunch, my aunt was giving me sexy looks as my uncle rushed through his lunch. At half past, he left Aunt Phyllis and me alone again.

I was fantasying about want ways will I fuck her. While I was daydreaming my aunt stood in front of me. I got out of fantasy to see her standing in front of me in just matching bra and panties.

“I new you will enjoy this look.” She pointed at my growing erection. “I told you early that good boy get presents, so be a good boy and give your old aunt a neck massage.

She sat down on the couch facing away from me. I started rubbing her shoulders for a while. After a few minutes she began to moan with pleasure,, so to speed malatya escort this up I started to kissing her neck.

“Oh Brad that feels so great.” I moved my hands to here tits while still kissing her neck and cupped them. Then pulled my hands off and got up.

“That’s enough, you have shown me that you are a good boy. So come upstairs with me for your present.” I eagerly follow her to the bedroom.

We began kissing while we took off each other’s clothes. We got to the bed; I slide my tongue into her mouth. She pulled her tongue out and told me lie on the bed. She got on top of me and push her tit into my mouth. I sucked on the nipple for ages. She grabbed my cock and began playing with it. She placed it between her tits and fucked herself with it.

“Oh fuck that’s good, keep on going.” I moaned. She then slid all eight inches of my cock in her mouth. She rubbed up and down while the head was in her mouth. “You’re ready for a fuck.” She told me to lean my back against the headboard. She got on top of me and slid my dick all the way in her soaking entrance. “We will make love later okay baby” I didn’t really care as long as I could fuck her right now. Phyllis began bouncing up and down on my cock while moaning heavily. “Oh fuck this good. Keep on fucking your aunt baby. Shit your uncle bad at this.” I grabbed on of her tits and started suck the nipple. “Yeah baby go on suck your aunts nipple. Shit I think I am gonna cum on your cock Brad” Phyllis started screaming as she reached her first orgasm. “Come on Brad cum inside your aunts pussy. YES OH YEAH BABY GO ON CUM IN ME.” I exploded my load into her pussy. She started to slow down until my cock went limp. “That was great there Brad.” She congratulated me. We began to start kissing until she stopped. “I will like this to go on but your uncle will be her in ten minutes and you know he’s never late.” We got dressed and waited for him come back, Phyllis told me there will be more tomorrow.

When uncle Henry came back we sat down for dining and just watch some TV. It was 11.00pm and I got board so I went to bed. Half ad hour later my aunt came in. The first thought that came in my mind was she wants to suck my dick so I pulled it out.

“Sorry I don’t want to suck you off. I came her tell you that your Uncle will have to go a business trip on Wednesday, so we can have some fun all the way to Sunday without interrupting.” She gave me a kiss and walked out of the room. I started to think about all the stuff I want to do to her.

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Chapter 1

Mortified. If Ron had thought of the word he might have used it to describe how he felt at the moment — so embarrassed and so angry at himself that he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He had been so freakin’ stupid!

She said she was going to the grocery store!

He usually locked his door when he did it, but he had been in such a freakin’ rush to get to his room to gawk at Mrs. Gregerson sunning at her pool, her freakin’ bikini top undone, her half way decent ass barely covered. He ran up the stairs, praying, hoping that he’d get to his bedroom window and not miss it, if and when she propped herself up with her elbows to reach for her ice tea or whatever the hell she drank. Last week when she did that she had twisted her torso and he had seen her naked tits for at least five seconds.

Even without the bare tit or tits, he’d still have a good time beating off, watching her, thinking about how good it would be to fuck her, then shoot his jiz all over her face, her tits, her ass. He’d look at her nearly naked body and think about ramming his cock into her, just like in the porn vids his friend Josh would let him rent when the manager wasn’t in the store. Ron had made copies of ten of them with his two VCRs.

Watching Mrs. Gregerson sunning was almost better than beating off to the porn vids, actually each made the other better. Without the porn vids he would never have thought of ramming his cock into her hot asshole, or rough fucking her mouth, or having his cock between her big tits, her hands holding those big fleshy orbs together making a tit-cunt for his sliding prick then shooting his wad all over them. And when he watched the porn vids on the days Mrs. G sunned, he’d imagine the chicks in them to be Mrs. Gregerson, begging for it in her ass, or it would be her screaming, “Harder! Harder! Ron! Fuck me harder!”

He would watch her from his bedroom window, usually naked himself, his palm all slicked up with hand lotion, yanking his crank seeing her nearly naked on that cushioned redwood chaise, but also seeing her in his mind, fucking her, fucking her so good, so hard, her mouth, her cunt, her asshole, and the combo of that would make him cum so freakin’ hard he’d shoot jiz onto the window sometimes, and it felt so damn good while his prick pumped, but then fifteen minutes later he’d feel so damn ashamed, not only for being a perv, but for his nearly complete failure with girls.

He wasn’t a virgin, he had hooked up twice, fucked both chicks, not total dogs, but he wouldn’t have been interested in either of them if he had been sober. He had a few “Clinton” hookups too when he had been drunk but he now no longer counted those as anything. When he liked some hot, pretty chick, he was so freakin’ nervous, that whenever he had a chance to talk to the girl his brain would go blank, switch off. Most girls thought he was an asshole, thought he was stuck up, or a hard-ass loner, or god knew what.

There had been two girls during the past couple years he had really liked, wanted to go out with, not only wanted to thoroughly fuck them, but actually wanted to get to know them, and he had blown it with both girls. Each had approached him at parties or at school, smiled at him, tried to get him to talk, and he’d mumble something about how he needed to get another beer, or if it was at school he’d say he had to see the coach or something. Excuses to walk away so they wouldn’t see how much he liked them and how damn stupid and nervous he was. His brain just shut down around girls he liked!

She was supposed to be at the grocery store!

He wasn’t thirteen anymore! He wasn’t sad about his mother dying unless he really thought about her, and he hated to admit it, but he really didn’t think about her very often anymore. He was eighteen now! When his father went around the country for three months every summer to supervise road or freakin’ bridge construction or whatever that damn company built around the country, he didn’t need Aunt Jean to freakin’ baby-sit him anymore! He would be in college in a few months! He would have been okay being alone for the summer since he was freakin’ fifteen!

And she was so freakin’ weird! She had never gone swimming in the freakin’ pool, not once, not one freakin’ time during any of the fucking summers she had been here. And she always wore those dumb-shit, dorkwad clothes! Who the fuck wore long, blue jean shorts that were hemmed?! And she must have five fucking pairs, and those damn stupid tee shirts that are always too freakin’ big on her! The only freakin’ parts of her he had seen were her oddball fat calves and piano ankles, her arms basically from her elbows down, and her head!

All that first summer she had stayed, he thought she was real fat under those clothes just like her fat-ass ankles, but then at the end of summer, on a windy day, her stupid baggy tee shirt had been plastered üsküdar escort against her side and she wasn’t fat at all, which just proved what a freakin’ dork she was! She couldn’t even buy clothes that fit right! And that fuckin’ freak eye of hers she was always hiding with her hand, and those stupid large plastic frame glasses! It was like she was a freakin’ cyclops, or… or always taking a freakin’ eye test looking at a fuckin’ chart on the wall!

His self-loathing skyrocketed with that last thought. He was an asshole. She wasn’t a cyclops, she could see out of the always squinting eye. That odd shape to her eyesocket and cheekbone, and that drooping scar around the socket forming a backwards “J” on her face was from a car crash when she was about his age. It hadn’t even been her fault. According to Dad, she had almost died, and that freaky eye and freaky part of her face had gone through six operations, plastic surgery and other shit, and it was the best it was ever going to look. He said she had other operations too but he hadn’t gone into much detail about those.

Ron knew he definitely was an asshole. He was trying to put her down in his mind and all she had ever been was nice to him. She had never been some dictator during the summers she stayed with him, although she wouldn’t let him walk all over her either, but he had never really tried that. She had never attempted to be a replacement mom either. If he thought about it, she had been nice, had even tried to be his friend, and he had never responded in kind. He did what she said he had to do, and when he tried to pull something she pointed out that Dad had told her the rules. He had done some shit a few times, coming home drunk, or drunk and stoned, actually more than a few times, but she had only realized he was high three or four times. She had told Dad, but had spoken with him first, saying she wasn’t a tattletale, spy, or informant on him, she was just following his dad’s instructions, and his dad trusted her to tell him when Ron broke the rules.

Those times had made him mad as hell because he never told on her. He hadn’t really noticed when he was thirteen that first summer, actually it wasn’t until near the end of the next summer that he figured out Aunt Jean got drunk at least once a week. He could sort of tell from the way she walked, and sometimes she would forget to angle her face away when she spoke to him, and she’d forget to used her hand to hide the scars and disfigurement especially when she watched TV. Once she wasn’t even wearing her thick framed glasses when he first walked into the family area, but she had quickly put them on. Mostly it was her slurring of words that let him catch on to it.

Those nights would always end the same way. She’d go to the guest room early, saying she was sleepy. She’d take a bath, or shower in the guest bathroom, and then on and off for the next couple hours she’d be in the bedroom, he guessed on the bed, crying on and off, fits of sobbing really. He had noticed other signs too. She always used one of the dark blue glasses they had when she drank alcohol, not the clear glasses. He never mentioned it to Dad. He didn’t want to get her in trouble, and she hadn’t told on him a few, well, more than a few times, when he had broken some rule — I won’t tell your Dad this time, but you have to promise me you won’t do that again. He’d always promise.

She was supposed to be at the freakin’ grocery store!

He got off the bed and started pacing. He’d have to leave his room sooner or later. When he realized Aunt Jean was getting drunk and crying, he had felt sorry for her, but even with the pity, he never was very nice to her. He should have been. Maybe it was that she was such a dork, or the way she acted so weird about her eye that first summer she stayed, even though he had seen her at least a couple times every year all his life.

Her eye had creeped him out as a boy when Mom had told him to give Aunt Jean a hello or good-bye hug. That was when he was a little older, but when he was he was really young her weird eye didn’t bother him much. She’d always play with him quite a bit when she’d visit for a week or so during summers and a week during Christmastime. Maybe she knew how to relate to kids better. She taught first grade. That was why she had the summers free to be here. He could recall snippets of those early times, and he couldn’t remember her covering her eye up or turning her face away to the side when she talked with him. Ron couldn’t even remember noticing the eye when they played and laughed together. Maybe she had been baby-sitting him then too, just for an evening or day when Mom and Dad went out.

He recalled telling her when he must have been about nine that she’d be really pretty if she didn’t have the ugly eye. In his boy’s way, he had thought it was a compliment. The comment had made her cry. He wasn’t sure, but he sort of recalled gaziemir escort that after that, she had started angling her face slightly away from him whenever she was around him. Just like she did now. It was after that the hugs started creeping him out.

Yeah, he had been an asshole to her.

But she said she was going grocery shopping!

Yeah, and he told her he was going to get his running shorts and go for a run. He shut his eyes tight. He had been so close to shooting his wad, holding his breath, ready to feel the surge, slowing down the strokes, squeezing his hand tighter around his aching hard, thick prick, his sliding hand was Mrs. Gregerson’s torrid asshole, she was begging him to fill her ass with his hot cum. He was a few seconds away from shooting it, his body stiffening, his torso curving forward a little. Then his bedroom door abruptly swung opened.

He wasn’t sure if he jumped but he instantly turned towards the sound, his hand still gripping his deep red, throbbing rod. He wasn’t certain he had jumped, but he was positive Aunt Jean had. She had let out a brief high pitched yelp too. Her good eye went really wide and her freaky eye strained to open wider too, so much so there had been a sort of stretch crease by her odd, disfigured cheekbone. She had frozen after her little “EEEK!” Her eyes fixed on the hard rod in his hand. It had to look like he was pointing it right at her, which in essence, he had been. Her jaw couldn’t have dropped lower.

He had frozen in pose too, still hunched over a little, gripping his throbbing prick at the base, he had stopped breathing. Time seemed to become suspended, or at least super slow motion. Her eyes on his cock, his eyes on the extra distortion behind her thick framed glasses around her freak eye. It seemed they had stared at each other for ten seconds, although it couldn’t have been more than a couple, yet he recalled that he had thought at the time, Why aren’t either of us moving? A few moments, maybe microseconds, after that thought, Aunt Jean moved first. Her face raised slightly, followed by her good and freaky eye, which met his eyes. He remembered her mouth still open wide like an elongated “0,” then the next moment, she dropped the folded tee shirts, underwear, and socks she had in her arms, turned and ran out of the room. He became unfrozen, virtually jumped the ten feet or so to his door and slammed it closed then pushed the button on the knob to lock it.

That was forty minutes ago. Jeezuz. It’s only June tenth! I have to face her for two and a half months more! I’m eighteen! She doesn’t have to be here!

He and Dad had talked about that. Dad agreed he was old enough to take care of himself, but he also said he thought Ron would end up partying a hell of a lot and that worried him, things getting out of control, someone getting hurt, the liability. He added that since he had suggested Ron take this summer off, not work for the contractor this summer and just enjoy himself before college started, that the old adage about boredom being he devil’s playground had some validity to it.

Ron had said he could trust him a dozen times, but Dad said he knew how peer pressure worked, he knew that even if Ron didn’t plan a party, maybe some friends would just show up some afternoon, and in a friendly way they’d share a six pack and after Ron drank a beer or two suddenly having just one party wouldn’t be that bad because everyone would be careful and adult about it.

Dad then admitted that half of the reason, maybe the larger part of he reason he wanted Aunt Jean to stay the summer again, was for Jean. He said it was good for her to get out of her little house, swim in their pool, relax in a change of scenery. When Ron had told him Aunt Jean never used the pool, Dad hadn’t believed him at first then had sort of believed him. Dad said that Jean had some unresolved “issues” since the auto accident. It wasn’t just her face that was injured but she had other scars too. That maybe she was shy because of that. He had told Ron that she had really been a very pretty girl, very nice and sweet, popular, and all that in high school, then in her senior year the accident had happened. Ron had been about six at the time.

Ron now blinked with an epiphany. That’s why I don’t remember her face being fucked up when I was real little. A second realization hit him. When he was really young, she had only been a girl, like twelve or thirteen. That would make her like thirty or thirty-one now. A third realization hit him– He had never wondered how old she was. She was Dad’s little sister, so maybe he assumed she was in her thirties, because Dad was forty-one, but hadn’t Dad been in high school when she was born? No, maybe he was in middle school? How old is she? The way she dressed and the freaky eye, mostly it was the way she dressed, he just thought “dork” when he’d look at her, not any age. sancaktepe escort Ron’s gut instantly tightened at the sound of the three soft taps on his door.

Jean cleared her throat. “Ron? Ron, I… I think we… um… I think we need to have a brief talk. I… I’ll be in the kitchen. Come down, okay?”

FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! Ron took a slow breath. “Uh… yeah. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, in… in a minute.”

“All right.”

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! His gut was in a knot. He had been hoping she’d just pretend it hadn’t happened. He tried to think of some excuse or explanation but what explanation could there be but the real one? SHIT! He figured he better go down and just get it over with.

He left his room and went to the kitchen. When he entered Aunt Jean was sitting at the table not the island counter, her right elbow on the table top, her forearm vertical, her hand at her face as if resting her head slightly against her palm, or holding the dorkwad thick plastic frames of her glasses, but he knew it was there to cover her freak eye. She was staring down at a glass of water. Her head moved slightly, her good eye looked at his waist then back down at her glass of water. He sat down at the end of the table, she was at the side of the table, her good profile towards him. It was their usual positions on the rare occasions they both sat at the table. He usually ate his meals in his room or in front of the big TV. She usually ate in the kitchen area.

Ron took a quick breath. “I’m… I’m really sorry, Aunt Jean. I…” He didn’t know what else to say.

“I… I’m sorry too. I… I should have knocked. I…” She stopped talking and sipped her water. “I thought you were out running and so when I brought the laundry up I didn’t think you were home.” She took a breath.

Ron needed to ask and spoke fast, “Are you going to mention this to Dad?”

Jean kept staring at her water glass. “No.” She took another breath. “I don’t think that’s… it’s not necessary. You… you were just doing what… what a normal boy would do. And… and I know when there are… are attractive women around that…”

OH SHIT! She knows I was checking out Mrs. Gregerson! Ron’s gut knotted tighter.

“… that guys… boys, I mean… young men…” She took a sip of water. “That guys will… will have thoughts and…. and will fantasize.” Another sip of water. “Girls… girls… I mean, everyone… I mean both sexes… masturbate. It’s… it’s a psychological and biological function. So… so… I don’t… I don’t think you should feel embarrassed about… about it. And… I… I can understand why… why you were watching Eileen, but… but…” She took another sip of water. “I’m not sure… that… that you should be looking at her… without…. her… I mean… without her knowledge, it’s like you’re… I… I mean… I don’t think that’s a good… habit to…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. “You’re eighteen, Ron, I… I know you think I shouldn’t be saying anything to you about this, so… I… I mean, I guess that’s right. You’re a young man now, and I’m… I’m….”

Jean turned her face away from him. Her hand rose and quickly wiped both her eyes. Her head swiveled forward again and she drank more water. “And… I’m just some… some ug… some… aunt who’s a… a grade school teacher, so… so I know I shouldn’t be telling you how to live you life or… or what to do.”

She cleared her throat and then took yet another sip from her glass. “And… and… I… I really didn’t mean to… to just stand there, but… but… I was… so… so shocked… I mean surprised, that I… I froze. I’m sorry about that too. That and not knocking. I’ll never again go into your room without knocking first, even… even if I’m sure you’re with your friends or out on a date with some girl or something.” Jean took one more sip of water. “Is there anything… do you want to say anything?”

“I… I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m… I’m very, very sorry.”

Jean pushed her chair back and stood without looking at Ron. “I… I… I’m going to do the grocery shopping now.”

“I’m… I think I’m gonna drive over to Josh’s and… and I may uh… grab a burger later… with… uh… the guys. So… I’ll be home… like late.”

“All right.” At the doorway to the laundry room she lowered her hand from her face.

*

Ron turned onto his street. It was near midnight. Josh’s mom had essentially thrown him out at 10:30 because Josh was working tomorrow morning. Ron had gone to a cafe in town and nursed an iced cappuccino as long as he could, then just walked around the dead shopping area for a while. He finally ran out of options and slowly drove home. As he approached the driveway he noticed a lamp on in the family room. That didn’t mean Jean was up. She usually left an undercabinet light on in the kitchen and a lamp in the family area when he was out and she went up to bed. He saw a subtle flicker, changes of light at the closed drapes. Shit! She was up. She had the big TV on.

At the cafe he had decided to just act as normal as possible around her. He didn’t want any more tension or weirdness between them than there had been prior to her barging in on him beating off. He just wanted everything to go back to normal.

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[A moment’s inspiration. Something hot and sweet, if not many pages. I hope you enjoy!]

“Michael? Your grandmother called. She would like some help clearing out her attic. I told her you’d be glad to help this Saturday.”

I groaned inwardly. I love my mom, but she had a habit of volunteering me for duties that I really would rather NOT do.

And don’t get me wrong — I love my Gram, too. But still, spending most of my weekend dragging around dirty old boxes just wasn’t something I looked forward to.

” ‘kay, Mom,” I mumbled and shuffled off to my room where I indulged in downloading porn and jerking off. I figured I’d reward myself in advance, since I’d miss out on time to do this during the weekend.

Saturday came and my mom dropped me off at my gram’s house — a quaint two-story on a quiet, tree-lined lane. The neighborhood had that all-American look: plenty of grassy lawns, each house different from the other (no blocks of look-alike, cookie-cutter urban sprawl); the Normal Rockwell of standard American neighborhoods.

“Michael!” my grandmother opened the screen door and welcomed me in with a tight hug. She smelled good, like apple pie and mild spices. It was a comfy smell, and I kissed her cheek and squeezed her back.

“Hiya, Gram,” I replied shyly. My grandmother’s affection always felt a bit overwhelming to me and made me contract in compensation. But I liked her, and so it wasn’t unwelcome.

My gram was an attractive woman, only in her early sixties, though slightly out of shape. Still, she wasn’t OLD old, you know?

“How about some cookies?” she asked with a glimmer. My gram knew my penchant for baked goods, and hers were among the best.

“Maybe later,” I said as I stepped in and adjusted to the dimmer interior. My gram kept the curtain drawn “to keep her cooling bills down.” I smiled and looked toward the hall. “Mom said you needed help moving things out of the attic?”

My gram nodded, her expression going apologetic and kind of sad. “Yes. I figured it would be good to get rid of your grand’s old things — knick knacks and whatnots, old clothes, that sort of thing.”

“Sure, Gram,” I said. “No problem. What should I look out for and what should I keep?”

My gram shrugged. “Oh, I’m not sure, really. Pictures I want to keep, of course. Any old photos or artwork. The rest, well, I’ll trust your judgment on what might be worth some money and what to donate.”

My grandfather had been an amateur painter, but not without skill. He supplemented his retirement with selling paintings — still-life and a few portraits — at the local flea market. It wasn’t much, but people enjoyed his paintings and it gave him some free spending money.

“Sure, no problem,” I repeated and headed to the attic.

The attic. Ah, such a place of mystery and some superstitious dread when I was a kid. Now, it seemed kind of — empty. Lonely. Devoid of life.

I looked around at the piles of books, stacks covered in old linens, and boxes of all sorts, and sighed. “Where do I start?” Since it didn’t seem to matter, I picked the closest pile and started in.

I spent time sorting things and dragging boxes downstairs for three groups: donate, toss, and possible sale. I was startled out of my focus when my gram said: “Here! Some cookies and milk!”

I smiled weakly, thrown by how much I’d lost track of time. I took the plate and glass from her and said, “Thanks, Gram,” and munched on a warm, chewy, chocolate chip cookie. “You just made these?”

“Well, I started before you arrived. But, yes, they’re fresh baked,” my gram said as she surveyed what I had cleared. “Oh, my, but you’re fast! You’ll be done göztepe escort in no time.”

“Oh, hardly done, but I might get a good start on it today. I can always come back tomorrow if need be.”

My gram pat my arm. “You’re a good boy,” she said and headed back downstairs.

I ate a few more cookies and had some milk. Well, soy milk — my gram had moved on into that realm of alternative “milks” years ago when I let her know I was lactose intolerant. Still, the sugar and liquid renewed my energy and I dove back in.

It was a little after midday when I moved aside some boxes and found a stack of paintings hidden under some drop cloth. The first few were some of my grand’s still-lifes — fruit bowls and flowers, that sort of thing — but under a few of those was a nude, and it was actually quite good!

“Whoa, Grand!” I muttered and drew the painting over to the sunlight coming in from the small shutter that let a bit of fresh air in. “This is actually pretty nice!”

I studied the painting. It was a woman, probably in her early thirties — slender and graceful. She had a lovely body, and looked vaguely familiar. I figured I’d ask my gram about it when I had the chance.

Under that were a few more still-lifes, and then a series of more nudes. The model was clearly the same, and in one she was posing with a younger female, probably late teens, and the two of them were caressing each other in a very lovely and sightly erotic manner.

“Grandpa!” I chuckled and set the series out where I could see them all in a line.

“Oh!” I heard my gram say and turned to find her looking embarrased. “I had forgotten all about those!” she said.

“You recognize them?”

My gram nodded and smiled shyly at me. “Of course!” she replied. “Who do you think modeled for him?”

I was stunned and looked back at the paintings. Now, of course, the resemblance fell into place. “That’s you?”

My gram laughed and said, “You don’t need to sound so surprised. I was quite a looker in my day!”

I smiled and apologized. “Sorry, Gram — I didn’t mean it that way. But, yeah…” I looked at the painting and then back at her again “… you really were. Are! You really are!” I tried to cover my blunder.

My gram bat my arm and grinned at me. She stood next to the pictures and imitated one of the poses. “I know I’m not as lovely as I used to be,” she said. “But I can still turn a head or two when I want. These still get plenty of attention, and not just by dirty old men!” she laughed as she cupped her large breasts through her dress.

I laughed with her and nodded. “Yeah, Gram, I can see that!” She brightened at the compliment, even if she didn’t take me seriously. I looked at the paintings again, and found myself feeling strangely aroused – just slightly! But it was odd because she was my grandmother, and I was ogling pictures of her from when she was younger and admittedly “hot”.

“You’re a good boy,” my gram said again and kissed my cheek as she left me to continue.

I stopped her and held up the painting with the other female in it. “And who is this?”

My gram gazed at me and her eyes grew mischievous. “Can’t you tell? That’s your mom,” she replied and grinned as she turned and left me alone.

I was stunned and stared at the painting. “Mom?” Again, I was able to see the resemblance, but also found myself examining her figure far longer than I was comfortable doing.

I set the paintings aside in the “keep” pile, and found myself glancing at them time and again as I worked. I knew my mom was attractive, and wasn’t surprised to see evidence of just how sexy çorlu escort she had been as a young adult, but the painting — more so than a photo might have since it was somehow more “artistic” — kept hold of my attention, and stirred odd feelings of arousal in me that I tried to bury in busyness.

I worked another hour or so and then took a break. My thoughts were obsessing over the series of nudes, and I was wondering if I might find more. My gram was pleased when I said I’d be back the next day to continue.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was horny and unable to relax, so I went to my porn and jerked off. But my porn seemed so lifeless, so lacking in artistic merit, all of a sudden, and so it was not very satisfying when I finally came.

Sunday, I went over early to get a good start, and was delighted when I found some sketches of my grand’s — more nudes, but much more explicit nudes. Nudes of my gram spreading her pussy as she gazed down at herself. And sketches of my mom, naked, doing similar things — masturbating and relaxing in sunlight nude. They were lovely and terribly erotic, and I found myself getting really horny and aroused. I tucked those away where I could find them, but hidden in case my gram came up, which she did.

“How’s it going?” she asked and gave me more cookies and soy milk.

“Good!” I replied and wolfed them down. “I’m making good progress.”

“Find any more goodies?” my gran asked, and looked at me with playful interest.

I smiled and nodded. “Some, yeah,” I said. “But nothing of note.”

She nodded and left me. “Well, I’m sure you’ll know what to do with them if you find any more,” she muttered as she wandered off.

I returned to my task, moving boxes aside and taking some downstairs to get rid of or sold. I was getting discouraged when I found an old shoebox-sized container. It was tied, and I undid the string and opened it.

Gold mine!

Inside were photos — mostly black and white, but some Polaroids — and they were also explicit nudes of my mom and my gram, and some of them together. Nothing overtly pornographic, but very erotic and sensual — pictures of them laying together, intertwining their hands or caressing each other’s belly’s or thighs or breasts. I was horribly aroused by them and pulled my cock out and started jerking off to them.

“Ah!” I heard my gram’s voice behind me along with a slight chuckle, alerting me to her presence. “I didn’t think about any of those,” she said and gazed at me with a strange amusement. She glanced down at my hard cock and smiled. “But I see they still have the same effect as when we took them!” she laughed.

I stared at her like a deer in headlights. “Gram!” I was too startled, and too caught, to hide or deny what I was doing.

“Oh, don’t worry,” my gram muttered and came closer to me. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she joked. She looked at me and reached down and gently put her hand on my cock. “May I?” she asked.

I was floored! I stood there stunned and numb as she got down on her knees and took my cock into her mouth.

“Ohhhhh, God, Gram…” I moaned. It felt so good!

My gram smiled and sucked on me really, really sweetly. “Glad you enjoy it,” she murmured and looked up at me with wickedly playful eyes. “How about giving your old gram a treat, huh? Why don’t you cum in my mouth?”

I was floored once again, both by the unexpected offer, and by the expertise of her oral skill. I nodded and struggled to stay standing as she sucked me into climax.

“Oh, God, Gram! Fuck!” I groaned as I flooded her mouth with jizz.

My gram took it all, ümraniye escort letting me pump my load into her mouth, and then swallowed it all down and cleaned my cock with her tongue. She stood up and wiped her lips and watched me with that same odd, wickedly playful gleam. “Thank you, Michael,” she said and smiled at me. “Though I think that was as much my treat as yours.”

I stared at her, in awe and in a whirlwind of confusion. I saw her both as my gram and as a terribly erotic older woman. A woman I was still hard for!

My gram watched me and stepped close to me, running her hands across my chest and down my arms.

“Is there something else you’d like?” she asked, her voice low and husky. “To fuck, maybe?” She smiled as she saw the desire in my eyes.

My gram took me by the hand and lead me downstairs to the guest room and laid me back on it. She undressed me and then herself, and smiled at my gaze as I watched her with new appreciation.

“Oh, Michael,” she murmured as she straddled me and took me into her pussy. “You’re very good for this old lady’s ego!”

My gram rode me slowly, but with growing urgency and passion, until she came, arching on me and then laying down on top of me. She kissed me, and it was a strange mix of a lover’s kiss and a more familiar, grandmotherly kiss.

“You’re very quiet,” my gram said to me as we lay together. “Everything alright?”

“We just had sex,” I said, more confused than guilty.

“Yes,” she replied. “And it was very nice. But it would be even better if you gave yourself to it.”

I stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” my gram said as she rolled onto her back and drew me into the male-dominant position, “FUCK me, Michael. Fuck my pussy!”

She got right to the heart of it, and made it clear she had no problem with the incest.

“FUCK, me, Michael,” she crooned, and drew her legs around my ass as I started to fuck her. “Fuck me until you cum!”

I picked up pace, and thrust harder and faster. I buried my face in her large breasts, and then I grabbed her and turned her over onto all fours and took her from behind.

“Oh, my gracious!” she gasped with delight. “Oh, yes!”

I fucked my gram hard from behind until I came, driving my cock deep inside of her. I felt the hot backwash of my jizz and then the slow dribble of it as it crept out of her pussy along my shaft.

“Oh, my sweet Michael!” she exclaimed as she slid off of me and got down and licked my cock clean. “Oh, what a pleasure!” she muttered as she licked up our combined cum.

When she was done, my gram drew me down to her and cradled me, holding me close and caressing me.

“Oh, but that was lovely!” she murmured and kissed my head. “It has been a long time since I’ve had sex so sweet!”

I was returning to reality, and felt uncertain of how to hold all of this. It felt wrong, but also felt so terribly good!

I studied her. She was still my gram, but she was also someone new, someone sexy, and I could see the younger, sexy model she had been still there in her.

“Gram?” I said. “You and mom — did you ever…?”

My gram laughed and caressed my face. “Oh, goodness, yes. We all did! Your grand, me, our daughter.”

I let that sink in, and felt a new stirring at the thought of my mom, naked and sexual, giving head, licking pussy — it made me very horny, very fast.

“Oh! Look who’s ready for more!” my gram laughed and grasped my hard cock. She rolled me onto my back and mounted me again. “Is it thinking about your mommy and me that’s got you so worked up?”

I nodded, and growled. “Yes!”

She chuckled and rode me hard, her tits bouncing up and down. “Ha! It is sweet, isn’t it?”

We fucked for hours that afternoon. I promised to return the following weekend, and my gram kissed me lovingly before I left.

“Say hello to your mom for me!” she laughed and winked as I walked to my car.

“I will!” I answered, and grinned wickedly as I drove home. “I certainly will!”

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This one has a bit of everything in it. I’m keeping it in the Incest category, but Group, and Lesbian would be equally appropriate. As always, all characters are over eighteen.

Vonnie and Danny are just getting started. Shelagh has decided to join them.

Need I say more?

Oh, and… Pace yourself. There’s a LOT of sex in this one.

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My brain was quite obviously losing touch with reality.

First my beautiful, young, sexy Aunt welcomes me into her bed. Now, my equally alluring sister is here, taking off her clothes, intent on joining us?

Yes, I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation.

Funny though… It doesn’t feel like a hallucination.

No, it feels like I have my Aunt Siobhan’s big, soft breasts pressed against my ribs. It feels like she’s actually here, in my arms. I can still taste the kisses. But it can’t be true, because if it is, then I can only assume that what I’m seeing is true, as well, and what I’m seeing is just… Oh my.

Despite my mind’s attempts to make rational sense of the situation, I had no choice but to admit that I was not hallucinating. My second youngest sister, Shelagh, was indeed here, in my Aunt’s incestuous bedroom, about to remove her blouse.

I felt Vonnie’s hand on my erect penis, stroking softly, as the last button was dispatched. Shelagh had always had an excellent fashion sense, and even in the summer, never really dressed down to the level of t-shirts and shorts. She always looked like she was ready for an impromptu dinner party to break out, and was prepared to host it.

So today, her hair was brushed out, and hanging like a sensuous boa over her left shoulder. Mom’s hair was red… I mean, RED… but most of us kids got a slightly darker version, just to the red side of auburn, a hint of Dad’s DNA. Shelagh had beautiful hair, and her blue eyes were positively huge. Coupled with her full lips, it gave her a look that was part cartoon, part incredible sex goddess. I couldn’t believe she was the only unmarried sister I had left, because I had always thought she was the prettiest.

The blouse she had just unbuttoned, and was holding by the lapels with both hands, was classic black. Crisp, impeccably ironed, and fitted to her body, she held it, as though for effect, waiting for my eyes to wander up to hers. I was currently trying to pierce the shadows that obscured the chest I hadn’t seen since she was much, much younger… and much, much less developed; back in the days before I had been banished from my sister’s rooms for showing a little too much interest in their bodies. I knew she was bigger, but beyond that, this was all new. I finally looked up.

Shelagh smiled, and rolled her shoulders out of the top, opening it wide as it moved down her arms. She was… breathtaking, and she was still mostly dressed. I gasped, and so did Vonnie.

Her bra was black as well, and struggling mightily to contain her voluptuous breasts. While she wasn’t quite in the same league as Mom and Vonnie, she was very, very well built, as were all my sisters. Is there any wonder I developed a thing for women with big boobs?

Vonnie gave my dick a surreptitious squeeze under the covers, and I glanced at her briefly. She was grinning; I assume she was pleased that our little group was growing. She nodded in Shelly’s direction, and I turned just in time to see my sister, hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. She held it in place for a moment.

“Danny, I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Shelly smiled. “I remember kicking you out of my room because you were looking at me funny when I was dressing. You were so young. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I croaked, my voice cracking. Vonnie stroked me again. My cock was like steel. Apparently, it was ready, too.

Shelagh took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She raised her arms slowly. I expected the satiny, black bra to drop, but it held on for a few maddening seconds, clinging to her abrupt, firm breasts while I willed it to fall. As her arms extended over her head, her breasts spread wider, and the bra finally succumbed to gravity. Her breasts did not, riding high and proud on her chest, crowned by light pink nipples that were equally proud and tall.

“God,” I breathed. “They’re beautiful. I… uh… I mean, you’re beautiful,” I corrected.

Shelagh smiled, and turned her body gently from side to side, causing those spectacular globes to sway slightly. She slowly brought her arms down, running her hands over them as she did.

I noticed that Vonnie’s hand had stopped its motions, and she had her fingers in a tight ring around the base of my cock. I hadn’t realized how close I was to cumming, but my ever thoughtful Aunt had noticed the signs, and gripped me tight to stem the tide. She was snuggled into my side, watching Shelagh strip with an interest as keen as my own.

My sister reached back, and unzipped the elegantly sexy, knee-length skirt that she was still wearing. Matching black, the monochromatic bahçelievler escort look really looked good on her.

It looked even better on the bedroom floor, as she stepped out of it, leaving her in her tiny panties, also black. She was nothing if not consistent… and gorgeous.

“This is very exciting,” Shelagh whispered, hooking her thumbs in the thin strips of fabric that arched over her hips. “I never even considered doing it before yesterday, but it’s soooooooo hot!”

She wasn’t very specific about what ‘this’ was. Stripping for another woman? Stripping at all? I chose to assume she meant getting naked before my eyes, and I agreed with her assessment; it most definitely was soooooo hot.

I suddenly realized how unfair I was being to Vonnie, staring at my sister… who was now totally naked, having stepped clear of her panties… as though she was the first unclothed woman I had ever seen. Two days ago, I was looking at her that way. I didn’t want her to think I was over her already. I didn’t want to be that guy.

She didn’t even notice. She was too busy checking out Shelagh’s pouty little pussy to pay any attention to me, so I didn’t fight it. I cast my eyes on the little gap at the top of my sister’s thighs as well, where two lips laid open like butterfly wings.

“Oh god, Shelly, you’ve got such a pretty kitty,” I heard, but it wasn’t my voice that said it. It was Siobhan, who apparently had as great an appreciation for my sister’s vulva as I did. I looked at her, a bit surprised.

“What?” she giggled, with a smile. “I think most women are a little bi-curious. All I know is… that’s a very sexy pussy. I’d lick it.”

What was that sound? Oh, right… My mind being blown. My Aunt… who just happened to be naked, gripping my erection tight, and my lover… had just told me she would willingly lick my sister’s cunt. The sister, who was also naked, and currently looking for a way under the covers to join us in bed. The whole ‘no sex with blood relatives’ thing was going to take a beating today. Of that I was sure.

“Um, I think I’d like to see that,” I laughed, lifting my arm to allow my sister to squeeze in beside me. She slid her body along mine, and within seconds, I was in boob-lover’s heaven, with a voluptuous pair pressed against me from each side. “Hi Shelly,” I smiled.

“Hi!” she giggled. “You’re so warm,” she commented, caressing my chest with her hand.

“Warm?” Vonnie asked. “You have no idea, sweetie. Wanna see it?” She moved her hand, shifting the tent pole and focusing everyone’s attention on the obvious bulge in the covers.

I was the ‘it’ in this case. Well, a particular part of me, anyway. Vonnie still had her grip on my twig and berries, and was offering Shelagh a peek.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” I objected. “After all, it’s my dick.” I was joking, of course. Shelagh could look at it all she wanted to. I was hoping she’d do a lot more than just look.

“Oh pleeeeease, Danny” she begged. “I didn’t really get to see it that well last night, and it’s been driving me nuts ever since. Show me. Lemme see? Please?”

She was probably yanking my chain, but having any woman, especially one as beautiful as my sister, beg for a peek at my package? Oh yeah. Really good for the ego.

I picked up the edge of the covers, and peeled them back slowly. Shelly leaned closer. I guess I wasn’t going fast enough, so Vonnie pulled my stiff shaft out into the open.

“Ta da!” Vonnie smiled.

“Yowza! Where did THAT come from?” Shelly asked, eyes wide, staring at my cock intently. “Maybe you got all the penis each of us girls didn’t need when we gave up our Y-chromosome.”

“Why? Is it big?” I asked. I wasn’t one of those guys who goes around comparing his Johnson to everyone else’s in the locker room. I figured it was what it was… but if what it was, was big? Well, a woman’s opinion couldn’t hurt.

“Oh yeah!” Vonnie chimed in. She turned it slightly with her hand, admiring it. She smiled. “It’s huge.”

Shelly’s eyes were still locked on my penis, and she nodded.

“Yup, that’s a big dick,” she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. “Who knew my brother was hung?”

“Who knew my sister was stacked?” I returned the compliment.

“Thanks,” she blushed, “but these are hard to hide,” she said, cupping her firm breasts. “I had no idea you were packing that monster.”

All this dick appreciation was going right to my head. Prior to now, ‘hung’, ‘huge’, and ‘monster’ were not words I would have used to describe my equipment. I had a new love for my sister, and we hadn’t even had sex yet.

“Um, I really hate to bring this up,” Vonnie said, making a sour face, “but, there’s only one of him, and there are two of us. Who gets to have him first? Rock, paper, scissors?”

“No, no,” Shelly shook her head. “You were here first. I’m the interloper. You fuck him first. I trust you won’t mind if I stay and watch?” bağcılar escort

“Not at all,” Vonnie smiled. “It’s okay if your sister watches us have sex, right?” she asked me.

Another question I never thought I’d be asked. I shook my head.

“What? You won’t let her?” Vonnie gasped.

“No. I mean yes, of course she can watch, but that’s not what I shook my head about,” I clarified. “I was just wondering what I did to get so lucky that two women, whom I both love, want to share me.”

“Well, we’ll see about the sharing part,” she smiled. “Right now? Now serving number one!”

Vonnie dropped her mouth over the head of my cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I hissed, dropping back onto the pillow.

“Oh wow!” Shelagh gasped.

“Mmmmm, yummy,” Vonnie added, pulling my dick out of her mouth for a second. She plunged it back in a moment later.

Shelagh laid next to me, watching my Aunt sucking my cock from close range. I could see the excitement in her eyes. Vonnie was slurping loudly, drooling all over my shaft, and stroking the half that wouldn’t fit in her mouth.

“This is much better than porn,” she giggled, tracing a finger across my chest. She leaned closer, crushing her breasts against me, and kissed me. Shelagh had kissed me before… on the cheek. Never on the lips, and certainly not on the tonsils, which is pretty much what she was doing right now. I found myself kissing her back, and it was goooooooooooooood.

Suddenly, she was gone, slipping out of the bed while I watched. Her ass wiggled across the room, and she took a seat on the chair by Vonnie’s dressing table. She smiled, and hooked a leg over the armrest, giving me a very nice view between her legs.

I realized the reason she had left the bed… Vonnie was mounting me, so we needed the space, and the chair afforded her a great place to watch from… and masturbate! While I felt Vonnie’s pussy sliding down over my cock, my eyes were inexorably drawn to the juicy pink lips of my sisters own vagina. She began to gently caress herself, and I felt a hand on my chin.

I looked up at Vonnie, who was showing a bit of displeasure on her face.

“Poor etiquette, young man,” she directed. “When a woman is in bed with you, she deserves your full, undivided attention… even if your sister is fingering herself a few feet away! She’ll get her turn when I’m done with you.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I smiled, receiving a kiss for my efforts to ignore the elephant in the room.

Who knew how hard it would be to keep from looking over at my sister? I mean, you’d think that the incredible sensation of a warm, wet vagina, gripping my cock snugly as it slid up and down, would be enough to keep my attention. Any other day, or with any other distraction, that would be true, but today was unique in multiple ways.

It was the first time I was being watched. It was my first experience with group sex. It was the first time a woman was openly masturbating right in front of me, other than the window washer game yesterday. Most unique of all… all those elements were being provided by, of all people, my sister.

That will test your concentration.

Vonnie was very understanding, allowing me a few peeks across the room to where Shelagh was jamming three fingers into her cunt, and twisting her nipples. She took a few looks over there herself. It was easy for Shelagh; her fingers weren’t jealous of her eyes.

My Aunt was moaning softly, rising and falling with exquisite slowness on my dick. She leaned closer, blocking my view of Shelly with her big, round tits.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she breathed, looking down at me.

“Mmmmm,” I grinned, and latched onto her left nipple, sucking as much of her large, dusty-rose coloured areola into my mouth as possible. I flicked my tongue across the rubbery nub of her erect nipple.

“Oh fuck!” Vonnie gasped. “I just love the way you do that! It goes straight to my clit!” She picked up her pace a little, groaning with each stroke. “Oh Shelly, you’re going to love this big cock! It fills me so good! I hope your pussy can handle it!”

I couldn’t see my sister, as Vonnie’s beautiful rack filled my field of view, but I could hear her ragged breathing and moans of escalating passion. I could imagine her fingers plunging deep into her beautiful pussy.

“Oh fuck, Danny, I’m cumming,” Vonnie grunted, yanking her nipple out of my mouth as she sat up to grind herself over my cock harder. She threw her head back, and screamed. “Yes! Yes! YESSSS! THAT’S IT! YESSSSS!”

“GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN! YESSSS!” Shelly sang in harmony, drawing my eyes to her. She was hunched down in the chair, with both legs pointed at the ceiling in a wide V formation, finger-fucking her cunt furiously. Their orgasmic aria echoed through the house, and my brain, until they both stopped singing, and tried to catch their breath.

Vonnie looked down at me. She took a deep ümraniye escort breath.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you throbbing,” she smiled.

“Very,” I nodded, gritting my teeth.

“Shelly? Want to help me make him cum?” she asked.

My sister was back in a flash. “Oh yeah! Sounds like fun!”

Vonnie quickly dismounted, and gripped my shaft with her hand. Shelly took a spot next to her, and did the same.

My cock was soaked with Vonnie’s abundant juices, and when Shelly touched it, she brought her fingers to her nose. She now had one hand covered in her own honey, and one slick with our Aunt’s slippery discharge. She sniffed them both, and smiled at me.

“Damn! We both smell delicious!” she giggled, helping Vonnie stroke my shaft.

Okay… That’s more than I can take. First, I’m fucking my buxom Aunt, then my sister shows up, and gets naked before my eyes. Then she spreads her legs and masturbates herself to orgasm, while my Aunt is fucking herself on my cock. Now, she’s sniffing her fingers and saying she smells delicious, and so does my Aunt’s pussy. My imagination went in the logical direction, and pictured both of my lovely ladies locked in a sapphic embrace. Oh, and they’re both jerking me off? It was the final straw.

“Ohhhh FUUUUUUUCK!” I bellowed, and erupted.

Usually, Vonnie would be swallowing the ribbons of hot cum that I was shooting. Today, I felt like the fountains at the Bellagio, sending ropes of semen arching though the air while the two of them stroked me to completion, and moaned excitedly.

“Ooooo, yes, Danny!” Shelagh gasped. “Cum Danny! Shoot that hot jizz all over!” Her hand kept jerking my cock furiously, while Vonnie stopped to watch her. My cum was dripping down her hand, and she kept going, squeezing every drop out of my dick. “Shit! That’s a lot of cum!”

She was right about that. There was cum in blots and pools all over my chest and stomach. She released my flagging shaft, which flopped into a puddle of glop. I watched her admire the streams of semen oozing down her hand as she held it up, and gasped as she let some drip from her fingers into her mouth.

It almost made me cum again.

“Oh god, Shelly!” I groaned. “You’re nasty!”

“Mmmmm, yes, and you’re yummy,” she smiled.

Vonnie grabbed Shelly’s hand and sucked three cum covered fingers into her mouth.

Oh shit, they’re both nasty. It’s going to be quite the day, here in Vonnie’s bedroom. I hope I can get it up again within the next thirty seconds, because I have a fresh pussy to fuck.

Watching them clean my cum from each other’s fingers was very enjoyable. The sensation of them licking the spillage from my chest and stomach was equally arousing, but my dick didn’t really react until they were trying to decide which one got to suck the remains from my wilted cock.

It was actually a pretty quick decision. Vonnie slurped my noodle into her mouth, and Shelagh gave me a sly look… and straddled my face! If I thought her pussy looked good from across the room? Well, you should see it from six inches away!

Yes, my sister’s pussy was spectacular; juicy, succulent, aromatic, among other descriptives. Those butterfly lips which the removal of her panties had revealed, had become engorged with blood, and now dangled, pouting open in anticipation of meeting whatever would be parting them. Right now, while Vonnie was resurrecting my erection, what would be parting those lips was my tongue. I craned up, and grazed her labia with my nose, then licked her softly.

“Oh, Danny, yes!” Shelagh moaned. “I love getting my cunt licked! Go for it!”

Go for it indeed! I could feel my cock beginning to respond to Aunt Siobhan’s ministrations, and wanted to get a taste of Shelagh’s delectable snatch before I was forced to fuck her. Forced. Yeah. That’s my story, Mom, and I’m sticking to it. First your sister forced me into her bed, then your daughter did the same. She’ll buy that, right?

Perhaps not.

Well, anyway, Shelly settled lower, letting me reach her soaking wet gash without causing injury. I diddled those butterfly wings playfully with my tongue, and buried my face up her cunt, ramming the bridge of my nose into her clit. I gave her several long licks, from her tart asshole to her excited clitoris. I could just see up her body along her tummy, and through her wide cleavage, occasionally making eye contact as she glanced down past her breasts.

Suddenly, my cock was wet and alone. One disembodied hand reached around and cupped Shelagh’s left breast. Warmth once again surrounded my cock, but it wasn’t from Vonnie’s mouth. She was impaling herself again, and moments later, her other hand grabbed my sister’s right breast. Shelagh leaned back, letting our Aunt fondle her big tits, and me feast on her drooling pussy.

“Oh god, you’re both making me so wet,” she smiled, as Vonnie, kissed the side of her neck. “You’re going to make me cum again!”

I could testify to the wetness, as I was cheeks deep in her cunt. She was dripping, and every bit as delicious as I had hoped. Her thighs were making hearing her vocalizations difficult, as they were against my ears, but I could hear enough to know she was having a very good time. When she grabbed my hair and mashed her pussy on my face, while lolling her head back on Vonnie’s shoulder, I knew what was cumming.

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