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My best friend, who’s a few months younger than me, was having a whole bunch of us sleep over at her place for her 18th birthday slumber party. We had a great time for a couple of hours – helped a little by the wine coolers one of the girls had brought! We were sitting around, talking about our boyfriends, and about sex, when the trouble started. I had described how I’d lost my virginity a few months before, and what Kenny and I had done since, and the talk had moved over to Jenny, the birthday girl. As she started talking about how she’d gone almost ‘all the way’ with another senior from our school, one of the other girls got really mad – turned out she was also dating the same guy! Well, we tried to cool them down, but a true ‘cat-fight’ broke out, loud enough to bring Jenny’s mother up to see what was going on. When she realized there was a fight, and that several of us were a bit drunk, she declared the slumber party cancelled.

I told her not to bother calling my folks to come and get me, I’d walk the few blocks to my house. I had a reason for this – when I’d asked my mother for permission to sleep over, she’d given it, but said “Just call us if you want to come home early – we’re having some friends over for dinner, and we can use the help cleaning up” – like I wouldn’t rather do anything than help clean up after one of my parents old fogies dinner parties!

I was surprised to see, when I got home, that both sides of the street outside our house, the driveway, and even the RV pad beside our house, were all full of cars. The dinner party must have been a big one, I thought – no wonder Mom wanted help with the cleaning up! I couldn’t believe she’d been silly enough to give me warning! I quietly opened the front door, planning to slip in and up to bed without them hearing me. As I crossed the hall, though, I heard a moan from the open door of Daddy’s den. I glanced through the door, and froze in amazement. A man was sitting in Daddy’s swivel chair, head back and eyes shut. He was stark naked, and a woman – just as naked – was kneeling in front of him sucking his cock!

As she pulled her head back, I could see his cock. It didn’t look anything like Kenny’s! Kenny is about 6″ long, about an inch thick, and very white and smooth. This cock was easily 9″ long, at least a couple of inches thick, and was tanned and wrinkled looking. I watched for a second or two, but I was scared he would open his eyes and see me, so I left quickly. I had sucked Kenny’s cock, but that one was twice the size – though the thought of one that big was a little exciting. I thought I should get into my room as fast as possible – if my parents found out what was happening in their house, there would be one hell of a scene! I doubted my parents had even heard of giving a blowjob – sex for them was probably one Saturday a month, lights off in the missionary position!

When I got to my room, the Godzilla “Trespassers will be eaten” poster on the door had been joined by a handwritten notice – “Off limits to party guests – please KEEP OUT”. Why on earth, I wondered, would my ‘rents feel the need to post a notice keeping their dinner guests out of my room? I let myself in, and undressed. Before I went to bed, I slipped on the oversize tee shirt I use as a nighty, and walked down to the bathroom. As I passed the first spare room, I froze in amazement again! There was a woman on her back on the bed, another woman kneeling in front of her eating her out, and a man behind THAT woman fucking her doggy style! I like doggy style myself – with Kenny not being very big that’s the way that I can get him deepest – but I’d never had my pussy licked. Kenny likes being sucked, but thinks eating pussy is gross. I stumbled on to the bathroom, my mind full of what I’d seen!! I took a pee and cleaned my teeth, my mind full of the sights I’d seen. I realized that my knees were trembling slightly, and my pussy was feeling hot. I slipped my hand up inside my tee shirt and felt myself. I was so wet that it was almost dribbling out of me. I finished up as fast as I could – I wanted to get back to bed and get myself off, as I usually have to do after letting Kenny fuck me.

I left the bathroom and hurried back toward my bedroom. As I passed the open door of Mom and Daddy’s bedroom, I couldn’t help but look in. There was a woman on the bed there too, on her back, her feet toward the door, with a man lying on top of her, his mouth buried between her legs, his cock obviously over her face. I must have gasped, because the guy raised his eyes to the door. He was a partner in Daddies law firm, a distinguished looking man in his late 50’s, that I had seen around a few times, and I saw a look of surprise in his eyes for a second, then he raised his hand and gave me a wink and a little wave. I felt my hand rise as I waved back, standing in the door, my eyes glued to his tongue as it flicked around kartal escort the woman’s pussy. How I wished I knew what that felt like! Then the woman’s voice said “God, Dave, but that’s good! Put a finger in me please!” My heart stopped – even choked off by a cock in her mouth, I recognized my own mothers voice! I left the door and dashed back to my room, slipping inside and lying on the bed. I was SO confused – MY parents up to all this?

I lay there for a few minutes, slowly becoming aware of the noises coming from outside my window. I got up and slid the curtain aside slightly. From my room, I could look down onto the patio, with the Jacuzzi at the far end of it, and the pool off to my right. Even after what I had already seen tonight, the sight down below took my breath away. There must have been two dozen people in the spa and the pool, or just standing around on the patio – and every single one was completely naked! I saw my Daddy, standing by his barbeque, a drink in one hand. There was a woman riding a mans cock on the lounger next to him, and he was almost disinterestedly squeezing one of her breasts as he talked to a really good looking man I recognized as the weatherman from one of the network TV stations. I watched the action for several minutes, getting more and more hot at the various sex acts I was seeing. I saw the classy looking Oriental anchorwoman from the same TV station getting fucked by two men at once, one in her pussy and one in her butt. I had let Kenny put it in my butt once – it had felt pretty good, but he came almost as soon as he got it in, so I hadn’t had much chance to enjoy it.

I had shed my tee shirt while watching, and was fingering myself as I stood there, my other hand holding the curtain a few inches open. I saw my Mom come out of the back door, and walk over to my Dad. She whispered something in his ear, and he reached down and shoved a finger into her pussy. He pulled it out, and raised it to her lips. He slid it into her mouth, and I realized she was sucking it clean. My knees were trembling furiously as I fingered myself, and I reluctantly let go of the curtain and turned away to lie on the bed and make myself cum. I stopped short as I turned though, as my room door was open, and Dads partner Dave, that I’d seen eating my Mom’s pussy, was standing there watching me, his cock hanging, thick, wet and glistening between his thighs. I realized that I’d seen Mom come out of the house, but not him. “I, er, Dave, er, I didn’t know you were here,” I gasped, “I didn’t hear the door!”

“You looked like you were enjoying watching the party too much”, he said, gesturing toward the curtained window with a smile.

“I’ve never seen anything like this”, I stuttered, my face going red.

“Can I help you get off?” he asked, “I’d love to lick that lovely little pussy for you!” I couldn’t! I’d never let anyone but Kenny even touch me, let alone lick me! Though, of course, Kenny wouldn’t do that anyway, and now Dave’s hand was on my back, guiding me to the bed, and I couldn’t seem to find the words to tell him no!

Dave sat me on the edge of my bed and knelt in front of me. He gently pushed me backwards, and knelt in front of me. I closed my eyes in embarrassment as he put a hand under each of my knees and lifted them up and apart. For a moment I felt his warm breath on my skin, then suddenly an electric shock ran through me as his tongue touched me by my butt and slid slowly up my pussy. I gasped loudly as it touched my clit, and then even more loudly as he sucked it into his mouth. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked at his head, the silky gray hair and tanned skin in such contrast to my pale skin and the thin dusting of blonde hairs just above my pussy. He slid a finger into me, and I moaned in pleasure and fell back again, letting my eyes close in pleasure. As he licked and sucked at my pussy, I felt the pleasure building and building – I was going to have my biggest orgasm ever any second now, and I knew it! I felt his hands on my nipples, then felt one of them replaced with his mouth. Suddenly, it hit me; his mouth was still on my pussy, so whose mouth was on my nipple?

My eyes flew open, and I looked up at a younger guy, maybe 25, kneeling beside me on the bed, his mouth over my tit. I started to protest, but then, irresistibly, I felt myself starting to cum, and I couldn’t speak anymore. As my body started to buck against Dave’s mouth, the guy next to me took his mouth from my nipple. I reached out for him, wanting it back, and felt his rock hard cock beside my head. He leant forward, offering it to my mouth, and, almost against my conscious will, I opened my mouth and took it in. As I started to come down from my orgasm, I felt Dave pull his face back from my pussy. I kept sucking at the younger guys cock, regretting that my fun was over. Then, as the thought hit me, I felt kartal otele gelen escort something else pressing against me. I opened my eyes again. Dave was still kneeling between my legs, but now it was his cock that was pressing against the entrance to my sopping wet and still throbbing pussy, not just his mouth. I gasped in pleasure as it slid in easily; I was so wet from my orgasm. Then another thought hit me – his cock was wet too – and it was with my own Mom’s pussy juice! He slid it all the way in, feeling so much fatter than Kenny’s ever had, and started to ram it in and out of me, as I licked and sucked at the cock in my mouth. I opened my eyes wide, wanting to see what I was doing before I started losing it again into my next orgasm, and, over Dave’s shoulder, I saw the two women who’d been in the spare room earlier, leaning against the door frame watching us, their hands at each others pussies. Embarrassment – and also excitement – flooded through me. Here I was, a teen with only one sex partner before, and these two good looking experienced swingers were getting off on watching ME!

I felt the pleasure starting to build up in my pussy again as Dave continued fucking me, his hands holding my legs wide apart and up in the air. The cock in my mouth was smooth and throbbing, the salty pre-cum leaking out of the tip, as I hungrily gobbled it. He gripped my hair in his hands, and started bucking his hips, fucking my mouth as Dave fucked my pussy. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, gasping for breath as I heard him start to moan and grunt. All of a sudden, he thrust his cock hard into my throat, and I felt it jerking and throbbing as the cum poured out, making me gag. He dropped back, and I let his cock fall out of my mouth. I looked down at Dave, and he grinned at me as he continued pumping. I looked over his shoulder at the women by the door. They had gone, but there were four or five other people, all strangers to me, standing watching.

The guy who had just cum down my throat wiped his cock off with my discarded tee shirt and walked off without a backward glance. Strangely, to be just, I don’t know, ‘used’ like that, just added to the pleasure I was feeling, and I dropped back onto the bed again. Dave pulled his cock out of me, and jumped up onto the bed next to me. He flipped me over onto my tummy, and lifted my butt into the air. I arched my back, thrusting my pussy into the air ready for him. I looked back over my shoulder, and watched him lining himself up. He slammed it in with one solid, hard thrust, and I groaned again in pleasure. He pulled back, and slammed home, driving it in and out as I bucked my hips up to meet him. I’d liked it this way with Kenny, but this was unbelievable – I had never felt so full in my life!

I felt the bed moving, and realized someone else was joining us. I looked to the side, and saw a woman coming over to me. She passed me, and turned on the bed, lying on her back on the bed above my head and sliding her pussy down toward my face. I remembered this exact scene from the spare room earlier, and knew what to do. I’d never even suspected that I might like to do anything with another woman, but now I couldn’t wait to taste that pussy! I dropped my mouth onto the wet target in front of me, and started licking, doing everything that I had enjoyed so much when Dave was eating me. Behind me, Dave was thrusting faster and faster, and I could actually feel his cock getting bigger and harder. I was bucking my butt back into him, feeling my own orgasm getting closer and closer, as he started moaning as he fucked me. I felt myself start to let go in another orgasm, moaning into the pussy in my mouth, my own pussy muscles rippling around Dave’s cock. That was too much for him, and I felt the cum jet out of his cock, deep into my cunt! I was still bucking my hips in orgasm as he stepped back away from me. I slid my tongue as deep as I could into the pussy in front of me, and then felt another cock pressing against me from behind. I looked back, and saw the weatherman standing there, pressing his cock into me. It slid in, and then he too started slamming in and out.

Things got kind of fuzzy then – the pussy in my face was replaced with a cock, which came in my mouth again, then with another pussy, and another cock – or was it another pussy after that one, while all the time a sequence of cocks came and went from my pussy, and I came over and over again. I snapped suddenly into reality at one point though – I was face down again – I’d been flipped more often than a burger – with my face buried in a pussy, and two guys kneeling either side of my head wanting their cocks sucked. A guy had just cum in me from behind, and I was wiggling my butt, trying to attract another cock, when I heard a voice from the door.

“Hey, people”, I heard my Daddy say, “There is a kartal eve gelen escort sign on this door saying ‘Keep Out’, you know!”

There was a muttered chorus of “Sorry”, and I tried to bury deeper into the pussy in front of me and draw the two guys closer on either side – hopefully, Daddy wouldn’t connect the cum-dripping pussy in front of him with his darling daughter, and since he was telling people to leave, I could sneak out after he left. Then to my horror, he spoke again.

“Great butt, though, who is she?” he asked. “I don’t know”, someone replied, “I think she came with Dave.”

“Guess we don’t need to leave ‘quite’ yet”, he said, and I felt another cock pressing against my pussy.

“No!” I thought to myself, “That’s not him, it’s someone else! He’s just watching, he’ll leave in a moment!” Inside though, I knew I was kidding myself, and it was confirmed when, after a couple of thrusts, I heard his voice again.

“Man, she’s too wet and loose! I’ve a better idea!” The cock slid back out of my pussy, and I concentrated on eating the girl in front of me, and using my hands on the two guys cocks to keep them close each side of my head.

I felt a hand – Daddy’s hand! – Scooping cum and pussy juice from my pussy, and wondered for a second what his ‘better idea’ was. Then I realized, as he started working the slick wet mixture into my asshole! After a second, I felt the tip of the cock pressing against my ring! I wanted to yell no, to stop it, but if I spoke, Daddy would know it was me. My only chance was to take it without speaking, and hope he came, and left the – really pretty dark – room, without ever knowing he was fucking his own daughter! I tried to relax my butt muscle as much as I could, and with an almost audible ‘pop’, the head of his cock suddenly slid into the well-wetted hole. He paused a minute, then slid it in further, out a little bit, in further, out a little bit. After a dozen or so thrusts like that, he was all the way inside my ass. I was moaning in pain and pleasure, my tongue going crazy on the pussy in front of me, my hands working the two cocks, my ass jerking back against the cock in my butt.

I told myself that that wasn’t for the pleasure of it, I just wanted him to cum as fast as he could and leave, but I knew I was kidding myself. I guess Daddy must have had several fucks already that evening, because he seemed to last forever, fucking me to at least two or three more orgasms without even seeming to slow down. The girl in front of me writhed and moaned to an orgasm, and, despite my best efforts, wriggled out from below me and left. I slipped one of the cocks into my mouth, but he must have been close already, because he immediately came, and I was left with just one guy to hide my face in! I felt Daddy’s thrusts get faster and deeper, and knew he was getting close – maybe I was going to keep my secret after all!

Then the guy in front of me pulled his cock from my mouth, and with a quick couple of jerks of his wrist shot his cum all over my face, I heard Daddy moan “I’m Cumming – let me see that cum soaked face!” and, as his cock started jetting cum up my ass, he wrapped his hand in my hair and turned my head to face him. As he did, the cum on my face and Daddy’s deep cum strokes into my ass pushed me over the edge, and I writhed and moaned into another orgasm, jerking my butt backwards into Daddy’s hips as I lost control. I saw the look of shock and horror on his face as he realized who I was, but he was cumming too, and there was nothing either of us could do but let our bodies finish their spasms. I fell forward onto the bed, and he fell with me, lying on my back.

“Oh, God, Cassie, I didn’t know it was you”, he whispered into my ear, “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I hoped you’d cum and leave without realizing it was me”, I sobbed. “Well,” he said, “it’s done now”. I felt his cock pop out of my ass.

“Can I get a turn now?” a voice said behind me.

“I need a rest”, I answered quickly, and I heard the guy leave. We were alone now, and Daddy got up, closed the door and came and sat next to me on the bed.

“How long have you been here?” he asked me.

“I don’t know”, I told him, “Since about 10, I guess”.

“That’s about two hours”, he said, “Have you been partying the whole time?”

“Yes”, I stammered, and he gave a little laugh.

“No wonder you were so wet!” I was falling asleep as I lay there, and he got up and pulled the cover over me. “Get a good nights sleep”, he told me, “And we’ll have a chat in the morning.” As he left, he turned to me one last time. “Have you enjoyed yourself?”

“Oh, Yes!” I replied, and he smiled again.

“Good, because your Mom and I just love to swing too, and you’re a natural – not to mention a REALLY hot fuck!” He grinned, and left me to sleep with a sore body, but some great memories!

The next morning, I had a long chat about swinging with both my parents, though we didn’t mention to my Mom that Daddy had fucked me in the ass. Since then, we’ve had some more great parties, and Daddy and I have had lots of fun just between the two of us – but that’s for another time.

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Paying Off the Loan

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A quick note on the language. I’m English, this story is set in England and my word processor is set to English(UK). As such my spelling is more O.E.D. and less Noah Webster. In particular, in English English the diminutive version of ‘mother’ is ‘mum’, not ‘mom’. OK?

Even before I got home from college I knew that something was wrong. Ever since dad had left mum and I had always been close. When I went away to college I used to make a point of having a good long natter on the phone at least once a week and, even though she put a good face on things, her worry came across loud and clear. And when I did get home it was even more obvious. She’d lost weight and kept biting her bottom lip.

After a couple of days I couldn’t take it any more and I was determined to get to the bottom of things. I waited until after our evening meal when we went into the lounge to watch the television.

“What’s up, mum? I know something’s wrong. Why don’t you tell me all about it?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong.”

Please, mum, tell me. Maybe I can help.”

“Oh, Simon, you’re a good lad, the best son a mother could wish for, but….”

“But what?”

“You can’t help with this one, really you can’t.”

She started crying so I scooted closer and put my arm around her shoulders.

“You could at least tell me what it is. After all, a trouble shared is a trouble halved and all that.”

“I’m deep in debt and I don’t know what to do,” she sniffed through the tears. Ten grand, ten bloody grand. How the fuck am I going to find that sort of money?”

I was shocked to the core. Mum never swore. And what was this about ten grand?

“Please, mum, tell me.”

“I owe… do you know who Andy Grantham is?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of him.” Hell, everyone on the estate had heard of Andy Grantham, the meanest, toughest loan shark in the business. “Are you trying to tell me that you owe Andy Grantham ten grand.”

“Yes, and I have to pay him back by Thursday. I’ve already sold all my jewellery. I’ve nothing left. What am I going to do?”

“How on earth did you get yourself into this mess? Why, mum, why?”

“To pay your college fees. I was desperate and, once he’s got his hooks in you….”

I sighed deeply. She wasn’t the first and I’m sure she won’t be the last. And, as mum said, once Andy Grantham has his hooks in you, he won’t let go. Mum was in deep trouble and all over my college fees. I felt like I’d been the cause of it all.

“We’ll sort something out, mum,” I said as I gave her another hug. “Something will come up.”

But we both knew I was lying. Nothing would come up. There was no way out of this one.

Thursday arrived all too soon and it was mid morning when there was an almighty crash from the front door and two thugs burst in, one holding a baseball bat. They grabbed mum, bundled her into the front room and all but threw her onto the sofa. I was in the kitchen but, when I came to see what was up, I too was grabbed and pushed, none to gently, onto the sofa next to her.

And then the third thug entered, but this one was immaculately dressed and, unless you saw the steel in his eyes, looked more like a successful business man than a gangster. It was Andy Grantham, come to collect what he was owed.

“Good morning, Maureen. I seem to have missed you down at the office this morning. Ten grand on the table by nine thirty, that was the arrangement, wasn’t it?”

“I’m sorry, Mr Grantham I…”

“Oh, dear. Sorry is all very well but it’s ten grand you own me, not sorries. What are we going to do?”

“If I could have just a little longer….”

“Ah, there’s a bit of a problem with that. I’m a business man, plain and simple, and my business works because everyone knows the golden rule; pay your debts in full and on time or bad things happen. No exceptions. Do you see the fix I’m in? If word got out that I’d been easy on you then where would I be? People would start to think that I’d had gone soft and all sorts of things would go wrong. If I let one person off the hook I have to let everyone off the hook and I can’t afford for that to happen.”

“But I haven’t got the money….”

“Oh dear, that’s a shame…,” Andy Grantham turned to the tough who was holding the baseball bat and nodded. The tough barely moved but one backhand swipe of the bat along the mantlepiece sent the ornaments flying. Andy Grantham bent down and picked up the remains of a carriage clock, turning it over and over in his hands.

“Oops! Gazza can be so clumsy! Everywhere he goes he seems to break things. What’s more, if you haven’t got the money then it won’t just be your precious little ornaments that get broken. It’s going to be a real shame to mess up that pretty little face of yours but the message has to get out there; everyone has to know, every one has to see what happens to little slags who default on Andy Grantham. Nothing personal but business is business. OK, Chas.”

The other thug, the one without the bat, reached down and grabbed mum’s wrist pulling her off the sofa. A quick rip at her housedress and the cheap material kartal escort gave way leaving it gaping open. Mum screamed so he span her around and held her against him, clamping his hand across her mouth. His other hand reached down, into her panties and his grip on her groin was strong enough to all but lift her off her feet. She tried struggling but Chas’ grip was firm and, try as she might, she was going nowhere. The other thug ripped the last shreds of mum’s housedress aside and used his bat to her in the stomach. The threat could not have been more real.

“Shut it slag!” Chas snarled.

“She’s not a slag! Leave her alone, take your hands off her.” I shouted out before I could stop myself. I got half way up from the sofa before a firm hand shoved me back.

“Ooh, hark at Galahad,” Andy Grantham laughed. “Wants to protect his mum. Do anything for your her, would you? Take the beating instead of her? Do you love your mum, sonny, really love her?”

“Of course I do.”

“How much do you love her? Do anything for her?”

“Anything.”

“Anything, really anything, because, if you really mean that I might just have a way out for all of us. Amongst my business interests is a company that makes videos. Nice, tasteful art videos; I’m sure you know the sort of thing. One of my more specialist web sites features videos of lads like you who really love their mum. I’m always on the look out for new talent, especially when the punters can tell that the participants aren’t just any old actors but really are mother and son. You’ve got your mum’s looks, you know that? There’s no mistaking whose cunt you popped out of. So, here’s the deal. Chas and Gazza escort the pair of you down to the studios and, if, by the end of the day, my producer says he’s got a top notch video, then I’ll knock five grand off the tab and give your mum a little more time to pay. Understood?”

“You want mum and I to star in a porn video?” I gasped as the import of what he was saying sunk in.

“Porn video, that’s such a brutal way to put it. Why not think of it as a graphic display of your love for each other? Or let’s put it this way, your mum is late with her payments and that means she’s going to get fucked whatever happens. It’s your choice whether it’s nice and easy in front of the cameras or whether Gazza has some fun with his baseball bat. Hey, maybe your mum won’t be the only one who gets fucked. Chas here is fond of a bit of anal and he isn’t too fussy whose arse it is as long as they’re squealing like a pig as he does it. And remember, if you don’t do the video then not only do you get fucked over but your mum still owes me the full ten grand. Well?”

I looked at mum, squirming in Chas’ grip, the tattered remnants of her housedress hanging open. She tried shaking her head but, when she did so, Chas’ grip tightened and a muffled scream came from behind his hand. She was already in pain, what on earth was to come? I knew that Andy Grantham’s threats were all too real.

“I don’t think we’ve got any option. We’ll do it.” That brought another muffled scream from mum.

“Good Lad. In that case I’ll be on my way. Oh, I’ll leave Chas and Gazza here with you. They can make sure you get to the studios and that no one gets any silly ideas about running away. And, remember, if I haven’t got a usable video by the end of the day all bets are off. Understood?” And, with that, he turned to leave.

Chas effectively threw mum back down on the sofa.

“Simon!” she all but screamed at me. “If you think I’m making a porn movie….”

“Mum, mum, we have no choice. It’s porn movie or… or….”

There was an almighty crash as Gazza’s bat made short work of a display cabinet.

“Listen to your son, Maureen. Porn star or you’re next, it’s make your mind up time.”

Mum just sobbed so I put my arm around her and held her close.

“OK,” I turned to Chas, “What happens now?”

“First things first, we need to get you dressed. Although you shouldn’t count on staying dressed for long you ought, at lest, to start off wearing something nice and sexy. Come on, let’s see what we can find in your wardrobes. Mum first.”

Mum was still pretty catatonic but she had come around to accepting that we had no other choice. I helped her up off the sofa and we all went through to mum’s bedroom. Gazza went straight to mum’s wardrobe and started pulling everything out, throwing it on the floor. Meanwhile Chas demanded to see the contents of mum’s underwear draw. He pulled the draw right out and emptied it on the bed. Mostly her stuff consisted of plain white cotton but there was a dark blue lacy number which caught his eye. He picked it out and handed it to mum.

“Here, put these on.”

“What here, in front of you?”

“Where else? And, for fuck’s sake, quit snivelling or I’ll give you something to snivel about. Come on, get your kit off and put these on. Right now, or do I have to make you?”

Slowly, reluctantly, mum shrugged off the remains of her house-dress. Chas stood by, evidently enjoying the show. Meanwhile Gazza had all but emptied her wardrobe and was surrounded by her discarded cumhuriyet mahallesi escort clothes. From this chaos he picked out a blouse and skirt for mum to wear. He turned round to see that mum was down to her underwear and nervously reaching behind herself so as to undo her bra.

“Come on, Maureen, let’s see what you’ve got. Give us lads a bit of a show. Get your kit off and give us a twirl. There’s no point in being shy, it will all be on display soon enough.” Chas reinforced his demand by taking a flick knife from his pocket and releasing the blade. “Or maybe you want me to help. That’s it, all off, now give a twirl.” Trembling all over, mum had no choice but to comply.

“She’s not bad for an old bird,” Gazza commented to me. Nice tits and her legs aren’t too bad either. What do you think?”

“I think mum’s really pretty,” I said with what defiance I could muster.

“Yeah, but have you got the hots for her. Does she rock your boat? Does she make you hard? You’re going to be fucking that in a couple of hours and you’d best make it good. Mr. Grantham won’t be paying anything for little wimps who can’t get it up, you know.” He turned back to mum. “OK, show’s over. You can put your knickers on.”

Once mum had put on her bra and panties Gazza handed her the clothes he had selected. The blouse was so sheer it was almost see-through and the skirt shorter than anything I had ever seen mum wear before.

“God, I haven’t worn that since…. since never mind. I hope it all still fits.”

Chas and Gazza stood and watched as she put on the skirt and blouse. When she had finished I have to admit that she did look pretty hot. The skirt, along with the pair of strappy high heels that Chas found for her helped accentuate her legs. I’d never really thought of mum as a sexy woman but there was no doubting that she still had some pizazz.

Then it was my turn and, together, we trooped across to my bedroom. As soon as he opened my wardrobe, Chas zoomed in on my old school uniform. God knows why it hadn’t been thrown out; I’d thought I would never see it again, let alone wear it but, in Chas’s eyes, it was just the thing for the porno shoot. I felt slightly ridiculous as I put it on but at least it still fitted and I guess it made me look younger than eighteen which is what I was at the time.

With us both ‘suitably’ dressed Chas and Gazza led us out of the house and down to their car, a recent model BMW Five Series. Chas drove with Gazza sat next to him in the front. Mum and I were bundled into the back. I was not surprised to find that, when I surreptitiously checked, the kiddie locks were on and we were effectively trapped.

Mum was still shivering with fear so I put my arm around her and held her tight.

“I’m so sorry, so, so sorry,” she sobbed. “You should never have agreed to do this.”

“Mum, really, we didn’t have any choice. You know what he’d have done if we hadn’t agreed. Remember Emma Anderson; it was weeks before she even got out of hospital and even now she walks with a limp. We’re just going to have to get through today the best we can. At least, this way, we might get out of this in one piece.”

“But we’re going to have to….”

“I know. Good job you’re the sexiest mum I know!”

“How can you joke about it.”

“Because I’m too scared not to.”

And we rode the rest of the way in silence.

The studio, when we got there, turned out to be a warehouse at the back end of a trading estate. From the outside it was all but anonymous and, even inside, there wasn’t that much to see. We went into an office where we were introduced to Bill, the director/producer, Jim the cameraman and Tracy, the gofer.

“OK, just to make sure there are no misunderstandings you’re both here for the mother son MILF shoot and no one has any problems with going bareback or doing anal, agreed?”

We both had lots of problems but, with Chas and Gazza looking on, we weren’t going to voice them so we both just nodded.

“Fine, well, if you’ll just sign these consent forms here, here, and… here and then strip off and stand against that wall.”

I glanced at what we were signing but it was all small print legalese and, anyway, there was no way we were not going to sign. Then, rather shyly, we both took off our clothes and stood against the wall. Bill had us both strike numerous poses.

“Not bad, not bad at all; you can put your clothes back on now,” Bill said once he had finished looking us up and down. “There’s a pretty good market for that ‘mum next door look’ and that schoolboy thing works as well. It certainly makes a pleasant change to be working with actors who aren’t covered in tats. I gather from Mr Grantham that you’re complete amateurs and neither of you have ever done anything like this before. Well, there’s not too much too it. Just try and relax and do what you’re told and we’ll all have a good time and end up with a nice sexy video we can be proud of. OK? Here, this is what I have in mind for you.” He handed us both a copy of the script and sent mum off with Tracy to sort out her hair yunus escort and put on some make up.

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Relax! Like that was going to happen. And, as for a video I could be proud of, it was obvious he didn’t know that mum and I were there under duress. What’s more, given how prepared they all were, it was clear that Andy Grantham had set this up some time ago. There had been no doubt in his mind that we would acquiesce. I tried to look at the script but I really couldn’t concentrate.

It was barely five minutes before Tracy and mum returned and we went through to the back of the warehouse where two sets had been constructed. One was set up as a bedroom but basically it was little more than a huge bed and some random props. The other had a large leather sofa in what purported to be a living room. It was there that we were going to start. Chas and Gazza settled down where they could watch all the action. Jim fiddled with the camera until he was satisfied all was working. The studio lights were switched on and…

“OK, scene on, sonny comes home from school, mum is sitting on the sofa. Action!”

“Hello mum” I came in, put down my schoolbooks and sat next to her on the sofa.

‘Hello son. How was school?’ Mum turned towards me. Her blouse was unbuttoned almost to her waist and she was wearing a really skimpy bra. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts.

“School was fine,” I replied.

“Are you staring at my tits?”

“Sorry mum, but they’re so lovely.”

“That’s nice of you to say. You can see more if you want.” Mum undid the last few buttons of her blouse and took it off. “What do you think?”

“Gosh, mum, they’re gorgeous! You’ve got the best tits ever!”

“Cut! OK, let’s do it again and, I know you’re both nervous, but try and sound like you mean it.”

We tried two more times and, each time, Bill wasn’t happy. After the third time I asked for a moment or two alone with mum. There was no way Chas and Gazza were going to let us out of their sight so we went over to a quiet corner.

“Mum, we’ve got to do this,” I urged.

“I know but… you’re not the one flashing your tits out.”

“No, I’m the one who’s going to have to get an erection. There’s only one way to do this. We’ve got to stop being Maureen and Simon Armstrong and start being, what was it, Candi Moreton and her son, Jack. We’ve got to stop being who we are and start pretending, really pretending, that we’re porn stars. Act at being actors sort of thing. We’ve got to because, if we can’t get it together…. Andy Grantham will want his pound of flesh. Anyway, it’s OK for you, at least you’ve got a body worth showing.”

“Simon, I’m thirty six for Pete’s sake. I’m an old hag.”

“No you’re not. You’re the beautiful sexy MILF porn star, Candi Moreton, whose son Jack can’t wait to get his hands on your tits.”

“Candi Moreton, I’m Candi Moreton.”

“Yes you are. Now let’s go out there and show them how it’s done.”

My pep talk actually worked, as much on me as on mum. Once I started being Jack Moreton mum, or rather Candi, really did have a great body and, yes, it was sexy watching her take her bra off. But it was more than that; although it was hard to get past the fact that we were mother and son, the fact that we were doing this under duress and the fact that we were doing it in front of the cameras, not to mention Chas and Gazza, once we were Jack and Candi the whole thing was a turn on. The only way to survive this was to go so far into role that I really was a young lad who was getting his rocks off with a hot, sexy woman who, in turn, was making no secret of the “fact” that she fancied me like crazy. It was as if the line between acting and reality was getting blurred. The more we pretended the more real it felt. When I was kissing mum’s nipples and she gasped ‘oh yes, like that, but harder!’ was it for the cameras or was it real or, possibly, was it a bit of both.

“OK, that’s fine. Let’s move on to the blow job,” Bill ordered. By this time mum was down to just her panties and I was naked above the waist.

“Ooh, this feels big and hard,” mum purred as she stroked my prick through my trousers. “How about I give my son a blow job?”

“A blow job! Oh, yes, please, mum!”

Mum slid from the sofa so that she was kneeling on the floor while I turned to sit with one leg either side of her. She reached up, unfastened my belt and pulled my trousers down to reveal my rampant prick. Lovingly she wrapped her fingers around it, pumping it even harder before leaning forward and taking me into her mouth.

“Oh, mum, that feels so good. That’s the best thing ever!”

The line between acting and reality was getting more and more blurred. Part of me was all too aware of the lights, the ever intrusive camera, the way Bill kept on having us stop and do things again, the way that everything was forced, choreographed. Nor was I ever going to forget that, just outside the circle of lights, Chas and Gazza were watching and making lewd comments between scenes. On the other hand, Jack Moreton was getting his very first blow job from a very sexy woman and one who, to my slight surprise, seemed to be no novice at what she was doing. Her lips and fingers were playing a very merry melody on my pleasure flute and I’d have had to have been made of stone not to have a world class boner. Under other circumstances….

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Our local community center has an exercise gym, where I work out four times a week. Because I am self-employed, I can choose any time of day to go, and I’ve learned when the place is more or less empty, and I can use whatever machines I want at whatever moment I want.

This past Tuesday I arrived at such a time, and things were even more quiet than usual. There was only one clerk at the information counter, and I had never seen her before. I can say that with certainty, because one glance was enough to know I would not forget this girl any time soon. She was young, fit and well-shaped, but above all she was stunningly beautiful. There are lovely girls everywhere, and in fact they aren’t uncommon at all – not that this fact reduces my appreciation. But every man has a certain set of characteristics that he prefers above all others, ones that elevate a beautiful woman to enthralling goddess status in his estimation. For me, these characteristics are long, very dark hair, dark eyes and lashes, and a pert little smile on her inviting lips, especially one that curls higher on one side than the other. But my particular list is not important, so long as you recognize the phenomenon of the woman who captivates you at a glance. For me, this was she.

I had no question to ask her, as I had been coming to this gym for several years and knew where to go, but I had to think of something quick. I wanted to hear her voice.

“Excuse me, miss…”

“Yes?”

“Er. Does…does this gym have personal trainers that can be hired?” Most gyms do, of course, but this was a community center, and it seemed like a reasonable question, given a few seconds to come up with something.

“Yeah, we do. Here’s a description of what we can offer.” She handed me a sheet of services and fees.

“What sorts of people are the trainers? Are they professional?” I didn’t care about this at all. I knew what I was doing in the gym and didn’t need any assistance. But the conversation gave me a chance to keep absorbing the sight of her, the flash of her eyes, the charm of how she stood there, the melted caramel of her voice.

“Well matter of fact, I’m one. I’m not a pro, but I took a few classes, and I’m cheap. Every little bit helps, know what I mean?”

“Sure. Is there a form I fill out?” She turned away and bent over to pull the form out of a drawer, and I knew I was in trouble. Her long hair slid around and over the front of her shoulder as she leaned over, but what really grabbed all of my attention was the sweetest, most beautifully curved ass I had ever seen, an absolute delight in training shorts, giving way to lean, shapely thighs. My absorption with this girl began to go beyond appreciation of beauty. I rapidly started to get the horn.

She turned back to the counter and leaned over to fill out the first couple of items on the form, her name, I guess, who cared what. As she did so, her breasts, neither large nor small, fell forward a bit, and I could see the curve of one inside the unbuttoned collar of her polo shirt.

“I tell you what,” I said. “I have an idea. If I sign this agreement, you get a percentage of what I pay, right? And the center keeps most of it? What if we make a private arrangement, and you keep it all?”

“Well, if the center caught me in there working with you, and found out there was no signed form, I’d lose my job. I can’t afford to risk that. I think we’d better stick to the standard arrangement.”

I’d arrived at a moment of truth. I had no intention of paying anyone for physical training services. I could walk away and say I’d think about it. Or I could take a chance and ask for what I really wanted. I took a quick look around to either side of me. The place was like a school hall at midnight. There was not one soul in the main hall of the center, and I could see through the glass that there was no one in the gym either. There was a handball game going on in one of the courts down the corridor, but that wouldn’t be a factor. There could be a manager somewhere behind doors. There was probably a camera somewhere above me.

“Look, um,” I looked for a name tag. “Jasmine. I’m just going to lay it out there. I’m not really interested in a trainer.” She assumed a mildly baffled look. Why was I wasting her time, then? I wasn’t. “I have in mind a different arrangement. Here’s $100. I’d like to get your help, but not in the gym.”

“I can’t come to your home, only here…”

“No, no, we’ll do this here, that’s fine, as long as there’s a good spot to do it. What I want is,” I took a breath, “I want to take your shirt off. And your pants.”

Her mouth fell open and she took half a step backward. Before she could yell, laugh, or say anything, I quickly continued. “I just want, and I mean really, really want, to see you in your underwear. And I want to be the one who takes off the clothes to reveal it. For $100. It would take five minutes, and it would be the easiest $100 you ever made.

Her mouth finally shut again. And then, to my delight and gratefulness, one corner of her mouth curled up in a smile. “You’re a filthy pig, you know that. How dare you come in escort bayan here and say that to me.”

I said, “OK, I’m sorry, I’ll go, and don’t worry, I won’t bother you…” But I knew that that little bit of smile meant that I did not need to retreat. The game was on, and I had a decent chance of winning.

“Wait. It’s boring as hell around here on this shift, and I’ve gotta say, this ain’t boring. It’s kind of scary, kind of disturbing. But it ain’t boring.”

I didn’t say a thing. I just laid the $100 on top of the forgotten form. She looked at it, then up at me, and as she gazed into my eyes and tried to size me up for a prankster, a pervert, a dangerous menace or an adventurer, I was paralyzed with adoration of those seeking eyes. So I didn’t see at first when she lifted a hand and slipped the bill down and away.

There we were. The deal was settled. I was going to strip this perfect goddess.

She turned and started to walk away, but looked back with that quirky smile, and a hand trailing behind, and I was clearly meant to follow. I would follow her into a buzz saw if she wanted; I’d sure as hell follow wherever she was going now. She came out from behind the counter while I made my way along the outer side, led me down the hall a bit, and with a key, opened a door that led into a towel laundry. She entered, waited for me to walk past her, and shut and locked the door. With the click of the lock, I had an inspiration.

“If $100 is worth getting, then $300 has got to be even better. How about this. For $100, I take off your shirt and shorts. But for $300, I get to touch everything I expose. Every little bit helps, you know.”

Her grin took on a let’s-be-serious attitude, and she shook her head a little. “Thanks for your generous offer, but I’ll take the $100.” Tucking the bill into her cleavage, she hesitated a moment, then took a step toward me and stopped just out of arm’s reach. Even being the free spirit she must be, just to be here in this room with me, clearly she was far from fully comfortable. How could she be sure I wasn’t a violent maniac? She was trusting her sense of me, based on two minutes of unorthodox chat.

I took a step forward too, and another. I reached out with my right hand, and took a gentle grip on the bottom edge of her shirt. But I looked into her dark, magical eyes. Ever so slightly, she cringed, then steeled herself, then found it in her somehow to give me that crooked grin. I was going to fall in love, right here among the sweaty towels and five gallon jugs of detergent.

Still looking into her eyes, smiling broadly now myself, I took hold of the edge of her shirt with both hands, and began to slide it up. Out of the lower extreme of my peripheral vision, I could see the lovely slope from her hips to her toned tummy, but I never looked away from her eyes for one moment.

And here, in the very first inning of the ballgame, I began to cheat. I let go of the shirt with my fingers but put the palms of my hands on her unclad sides, in such a way as to hold her shirt up where it was, scrunched up nearly to the underside of her bra. And I began to slide my hands upward, never taking my eyes away from hers. As the hands rose, I made them slide around the back, gliding over the bra strap and raising the shirt almost to the shoulders in back. In front, the shirt still flowed over her breasts and hung down a bit below them. I slid the hands around again to the front, and began to push upward, bunching the shirt up so that the bottom half of her delightful breasts, clad in comfortable white that offered little support, which was not needed anyway. I discovered this as I let my palms slide up the outer curves of the breasts, and my thumbs slide across the undersides.

Her eyes now began to narrow. She was about to say something, but I let go of the shirt entirely and let it fall back into its original place, and her expression calmed, though she now displayed a slight downturn in that delectable mouth.

Quickly I kneeled, and renewed my soft assault. I reached up and slid a hand inside each hip of her shorts. My left hand began to slide downward, slowly, so that every inch of hip and other treasures was going to be revealed at a pace allowing full appreciation. But my right hand took a bit different approach. It too slid into the shorts, but as it did, I hooked just my index finger inside the hidden panties as well, so that as I began that slow slide downward, the panties threatened to come along. I got them down about three inches, her sensible white cotton panties, and felt her soft skin with that sensitive fingertip, before a third hand came down and curtly pulled my hand out of there.

Now I hooked just the waistband with that hand, but the other was still inside her shorts, and the two of them began to draw those pants down. Not an inch was revealed that I did not inspect as closely as I could, every curve, every plane, every mesmerizing texture and shape. I’m sure she could feel hot breath on her hip, and then on the front of her upper thigh, then where her tummy disappeared into her panties, and then where her thigh met her tuzla genç escort panties, and then…as close as I was, I could easily discern that the front of her panties was not quite smooth, that there was a slight puffing up from under, and below that, just a hint of two nether lips, meant to be hidden away.

My left hand, shoving the shorts down, was sliding down her hip, and then down her thigh…and then, dammit, the shorts fell to the floor. The pants were off, which was great, but under our deal it meant we were halfway through. I took one more brief look at her shielded pubic area, then looked up to see her looking back down at me. Behind the deep dark waterfall of her long falling hair, I couldn’t clearly see her eyes, but it looked like they might be glistening just a bit. Her mouth I could see, but it had an uninterpretable expression. Her lips were slightly open.

I stood again, and pushed her hair back behind her left ear. Her eyes glanced up at me and then away again. I put my hands on her tummy and began to push the shirt up once more, with my wrists, until my fingers touched the bottom of her bra – and then kept rising, my fingers riding up across the front of her breasts, and then with my hands fully upon the breasts, I pressed in, lightly. Of course, this had nothing to do with getting the shirt off, but I didn’t care.

She spoke again, her voice cracking for just a moment and then a little higher in pitch than it had been. “As long as…as long as I’m going to be touched anyway…I’ll take the $300.”

I smiled as widely as I ever have in my life, and gave a little nod. I got out my wallet, took out two more bills, and started to reach them towards her. She raised a hand to grab them, but I pulled them back. Her hand lowered, I reached forward again with the bills, and I gently tucked them into her bra where their sibling already lay, so warm and snug and lucky.

“But only where my shirt and pants used to be.” Sure. I’ll be a good boy.

I wasted no further time getting her shirt off. And now my hands got busy. I ran one slowly from her ear down her jaw line to her chin. I caressed her perfect neck and throat. I embraced her, our necks and cheeks fitted together, in order to run both hands from her shoulders down her back and to the top of her panties, where I probed a bit of finger underneath, then withdrew. I glided just my fingertips along her tummy, around her navel, down to the front panty-line, and again, took just a bit of liberty there – and again, no particular reaction. But I thought maybe I heard a little more breath than I had before.

I knelt and stroked each calf, and squeezed them, and felt the beautiful toned firmness. And then her thighs – first touching, softly, running a finger along each delectable curve and surface, then tracing circles up and up her inner thigh, pressing slightly. My other arm was wrapped around her other thigh, and stroking with fingertips. It was absolute heaven. She was perfection.

Teasing the thighs closely like this meant that my face was just a few inches from her crotch. I did not have any scruples about staring. The edges of her panties framed a shape of hidden delight, a slight mound, a hint of lips, all in excruciatingly beautiful proportion to her hips and thighs. I took some deep breaths, and I was quite sure I detected the tell-tale scent of arousal.

I could have enjoyed these sensations all day. But I stood again. I wanted to keep moving, keep her guessing, letting little surprises turn her on. I slowly dragged a fingertip along her upper lip. She shuddered and smiled, then rubbed her lips. Her hand fell back again as I touched the outer top of each arm, and began to slowly slide my fingers down, stroking much as I had her thighs. Again she shuddered, and now her eyes closed. She was focusing on the pleasure. This was going so well. I ran each hand down each arm, and at the wrists, I put a thumb on the inner side and a forefinger on the outer side, and slid right down to the fingertips. Then I turned her palms upward and circled them with fingertips, gently, slowly. I knew the feeling in her was turning electric.

Back to her neck now I moved my wicked hands, stroking, and then in circles all over the area of chest between her neck and her cleavage – an area that needs a name of its own. And when that area had been gently caressed, I drew a line along every edge of her bra – down the straps, under the arm, under the cups, then down along her cleavage, stroking the exposed surfaces of her breasts, on each side.

And then I repeated that exact pathway around the bra, but this time, I slipped a fingertip just under, all the way around, touching breasts otherwise hidden, on all sides and around and around, into every little nook that was almost but not quite exposed.

Now I took another little step over the line. I had been pressing things so gradually that I hadn’t alarmed her, and hadn’t been stopped. But now I was going to take a chance that could startle her into calling a halt.

Closing a hand around each upper arm, I leaned in and kissed her neck, under the jaw, then under tuzla kendi evi olan escort the ear, and then I kissed her ear and slipped a bit of tongue just barely inside. My chest was against hers, my hard cock pressing against her tummy. She remained quiet for a moment more, but rose up out of the place of pleasure she was in.

“OK now, wait, I know it sounds ridiculous to put my foot down when I’ve already consented to being molested, but I never agreed to be kissed anywhere. That’s just too intimate.”

And now I played my trump card, hoping desperately that it was good enough to win the trick.

“You agreed to be touched in all of these places. Nothing in the agreement specified what I would touch you with. My lips are part of me just as much as my fingers. To earn the money, you have to let me kiss you, wherever your shirt and pants used to be.”

“My shirt was not up by my ears,” she countered, but she had not really thought that through.

“OK, I’ll stick to the rules,” I promised again, and I lowered my mouth to her shoulders, and kissed her all along her collarbones, and down along her chest to her cleavage, where I not only kissed but began to open my mouth and take little “bites” with my lips. After a few delightful moments of this, I knelt and delivered the next telling blow. I began to kiss and lick my way up each inner thigh, alternating, and as I neared her panties she began to melt, to sag, so lost was she in the feeling of this. She began to fall back, and I had to stand and put my arms around her to keep her from falling down.

And standing there with my arms around her, looking into her staggeringly beautiful face, seeing that she was at war within herself between resistance and surrender, breathing open-mouthed, gorgeous eyes lidded, sweat along her upper lip, I could not help myself either now, and I bent down and kissed her passionately, leaving no doubt about how purely I worshipped her body and everything that I held in my fortunate arms. I kissed her at length, honestly and desperately, and she understood, and she didn’t resist, and then she began to kiss me back.

This moment was the high point of my erotic life thus far. She was won over all the way. And all the way was where we were going to go.

As I kissed her I reached up and slid her bra straps down and then undid the hooks, and then slid my hands into the rear of her panties, and began to squeeze her perfect ass and press her into my rigid cock. I broke the kiss, finally, and noted her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open – and heard it whisper:

“Please.”

I pulled the bra away (hundred dollar bills flying in several directions) and revealed her gorgeously proportioned breasts, and made love to each in turn, kissing, suckling, tenderly squeezing, then a bit more strongly as I sucked the eager nipples. She gasped and sighed and it was the sound of paradise approaching.

I disengaged for a moment. “There’s one more part of me that I’d like to touch you with,” I said, and I moved one of her hands to the top of my shorts. She bent over and slid down my pants, and I took hold of her breasts and squeezed them with her nipples pointing through between my fingers as she set my cock loose. I grabbed it and touched her cheek with it, and her neck, and ran the head of it around a breast, then one nipple. She used her hand to press it into the breast, and reached the other one under my balls and began to caress them. I look down at this gorgeous thing paying erotic attention to me, and knew it was a gift beyond price.

And then she kissed the head of my cock, licked underneath it, and stroked the shaft with her hand. She took three long licks all along the underside, and then put her lips to the tip and pressed, and took more and more of its length into her sweet warm mouth, while her fingertips made circles on the underside of my balls. I ran my hands through her beautiful hair, squeezed her shoulders, stroked the sides of her breasts.

It was glorious, delirious pleasure. It felt like what I existed for. And yet I stopped her. I was going to come a monster if she went on for another minute, and I didn’t want to come, yet.

I pushed her gently away, and she looked up at me with a puzzled expression on her angelic face, and I smiled warmly back at her, and pulled back up to standing in front of me. I put my hands on either side of her neck and pulled her to my lips, and kissed her again, with complete devotion. But I was going to show her this in more ways to come.

I led her over to a chair and sat in it. Then I sat in my lap, side-saddle, and kissed her some more, while my hand caressed her outer thigh, and then slid a finger under the lower edge of her panties. It wiggled along from the hip towards the center, and then fell into a delicious valley between her pubic area and her upper thigh. It rested there just briefly, the back of it cradled against her warm, soft body, while I focused on bending to a breast and again loving it vigorously. But after a moment, the finger began to slide up and down, feeling the pubic hair that just barely reached out that far, and the soft, soft flesh of her pudenda. Then the finger got restless, and slid its back against her vulva, teasing her lips, up and down, while I continued to suckle a breast. She was gasping a little now, “oh oh oh,” and I thought I might come just hearing that angel song.

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Our Son, The Porn Star Ch. 04

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When Ken, Ian, Christopher and I got back from our run in the woods, during which time we’d stopped off for some red hot incestuous gay sex, it was gone noon, proof indeed that time really does fly when you are enjoying yourself. We’d left Linda, Marion and Sally sleeping off the excesses of the previous night’s gangbang but as we trotted up the side of the house, it soon became obvious that the ladies were now wide awake and, furthermore, had been treating themselves to a nice little lesbian threesome in our absence.

Sure enough, as we stepped into the garden, there was my wife and Ken’s wife and daughter naked on the lawn, Linda on her hands and knees with Marion’s tongue deep in her asshole while Sally was treating her mother’s pussy to a nice long lick with her offspring tongue. I started to fondle my cock through my shorts and glanced at my son Christopher, whom many of you will know better as the current number one male porn actor Wayne Benton, and Ken and his son Ian and was pleased to see that they were doing the same. Notwithstanding that it was only an hour or so ago since we had all shot our loads over each other, with Christopher going a stage further and flooding out Ian’s asshole with his pornographic sperm, us men were raring to go again, our stamina and enthusiasm undaunted.

“Well,” I said, “looks like we can’t leave you fucking whores alone for long,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah,” said Ken, “who gave you sluts permission to start without us?”

“Don’t give me all that, Ken,” Linda replied. “I bet you lot haven’t only been out running, the amount of time you’ve been away.”

“What else would we be doing?” Ken said, smiling mischievously.

Marion removed her tongue from Linda’s asshole and smiled over her shoulder at us. “Shut the fuck up, wise guy,” she said, “we ain’t stupid. All of you,” she continued, her smile widening as her eyes took in all four of us groping ourselves through our shorts, “get those cocks and asses over here. Now!”

“Yeah,” breathed Linda, huskily, “then we’ll show you just how great us whores and sluts can be.”

Ian, Ken, Christopher and I quickly removed our bulge and bum hugging shorts, shugged off our boots and socks and moved naked over to the ladies, our hard-ons leading the way. Ken and Ian knelt down in front of Sally who spread her legs wider to take both her father and brother’s tongues simultaneously while Christopher and I moved round to get our cocks once again sucked by Linda.

“Wow, dad,” Ian said, his voice full of lust as his eyes took in the beauty of his sister’s fully exposed pussy, “hasn’t Sally got the most delicious-looking cunt?”

“Sure has,” Ken replied, as his eyes likewise admired his daughter’s womanhood, her clit fully on show through all the folds of her pussy skin, “my little sex kitten’s cunt is just begging for a nice long lick.”

Linda was sucking hard on our adult movie actor son’s cock as Ken and Ian’s heads dived in and they vied for position in Sally’s cunt with their hot wet masculine tongues. Both men were on their hands and knees, sticking their recently fucked asses in the air as they prodded the young vixen’s femininity. Marion went back to licking Linda’s asshole as Linda let Christopher’s cock fall out of her mouth and then his mother went to work on his massive balls. He’d emptied their contents inside Ian’s asshole earlier that day but I could see that they were already starting to bubble up with a fresh supply of his rich porn star cream.

“Here dad,” Christopher said, ever considerate to my needs as well as his own, “don’t stand there on the sidelines wanking. Come and have your cock sucked by mom.”

I smiled gratefully at my son as my wife went on slurping her talented tongue over Christopher’s sweaty nuts before taking the whole of his pink wrinkled scrotum into her mouth. As soon as she released the round ballsac into the atmosphere, I moved in and slid my fat rod deep into my wife’s mouth for some legitimate cocksucking. Meanwhile, Ian was still licking his sister’s pussy as Ken moved round behind his son and began to tongue the young man’s asshole. From being a dull morning earlier on, the sun was now high in the sky, beaming down on the naked flesh of the fully consenting blood-related adults, the sky blue and dotted here and there with little candyfloss clouds.

“What a load of fucking sex mad whores,” Christopher said, a smile of true happiness on his handsome face as his family and the Murchison clan sucked and licked as if they were discovering sex for the very first time. “I shouldn’t be the only porn star around here, you all ought to be doing it,” he continued. “You’re all fucking fantastic.”

Ken gave Christopher a thumbs up sign without breaking his rimming of his son’s asshole. Ian removed his tongue from Sally’s pussy and smiled over his shoulder at his father.

“Yeah, dad,” he said, lustily, “I love your daddy tongue up my tight fuck hole. Feels so fucking good.”

Sally needed to come up for air and relinquished kaynarca escort her tongue from her mother’s pussy and Marion likewise removed her tongue from Linda’s asshole and quickly maneouvred her sexed-up body from the sun lounge to get on her hands and knees next to Ken to watch her husband licking their son’s asshole. Linda started slurping on my nuts as she had done Christopher who moved round and slid his big infamous prick into Sally’s mouth. After the gangbang the night before, us men going gay with each other in the woods that morning and now a Saturday afternoon al fresco orgy, the weekend was shaping up into just about the horniest sleaziest get-together we have ever had …

2.

Ken removed his tongue from Ian’s asshole and he and Marion watched fascinated as their son, smiling at them over his shoulder, clasped his buns and spread them wide, showcasing his asshole to his parents. It was still red and sore-looking from the heavy pounding it had taken from my son’s prick when we were in the woods that morning and Ken and Marion whistled with excitement as their eyes took in the close-up pornographgic style view of Ian’s exposed fuck pit.

“Take a look at this, mom and dad,” Ian said and immediately began working his ass muscles in and out, stretching the long thin lines on the walls of his ass, his hole twitching immediately in front of his parents’ eyes. Christopher took his cock out of Sally’s mouth and led her by the hand to get a good look at the delightful asshole he had given all his attention to earlier while my wife went back to sucking my cock, the only action at that moment which would not be considered taboo by the more ignorant members of society.

Christopher peeled back his amazing porn star foreskin and Sally dropped to her knees and started to kiss and lick the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was seeping delightfully out of the porn star Wayne Benton’s piss slit. Marion and Ken were taking it in turn to rim Ian’s asshole while my hard membrane felt so good with Linda’s mouth wrapped tightly around it.

“That’s it, Sally,” I said, “suck my son’s cock as hard as you can. You know you fucking want to.”

Sally increased the pace of the suction, almost choking as she swallowed whole the head of the porn actor’s horse-like cock. Linda could see our son getting sucked out of the corners of her eyes as she continued to demonstrate her cocksucking prowess on me and both of us were once again filled with parental pride as Christopher soaked up the euphoria of Ken and Marion’s daughter’s expert blowjob.

“Sweetheart,” we all heard Marion say as she gave Ian’s ass cheeks a little pat, “that hole of yours looks really sore. Would you like mommy to kiss it better for you?”

“Oh yes, please, mom,” Ian readily agreed, “please make it better with your nice hot tongue.”

“That naughty porn star must have really given your ass a good seeing to,” Marion went on, adopting a mumsy voice, “I wish I had been there to see it.”

“He fucking well did, mom,” Ian replied, “and I enjoyed every mind-blowing second.”

“Don’t worry, Marion,” Christopher said, inbetween grunts, his cock still embedded deep in Sally’s mouth, “I’ll fuck that sex-mad son of yours again later and then you can sit back and watch him take my every inch of my big cock up his ass.”

“Like Sally’s doing with her hot little mouth,” Ken murmured.

“Come on, mom,” Ian begged, “make my ass better, like you said.”

Christopher pulled out of Sally’s mouth and Linda removed her mouth from my rock hard membrane and we moved round to watch Marion deliver the incestuous rimming. Ken, Christopher and I moved into position alongside each other and began wanking our cocks while Linda and Sally folded themselves into each other’s arms and began touching up each others tits as they watched.

Ian gasped as his mother’s tongue worked its way along the crack between his buns before sending its tip deep into his fuck box. Ken’s pride was and is as great as mine and Linda’s is for Christopher as he watched his wife rimming his son. He clapped and cheered as Ian grunted and groaned for more.

“One of you’s go and muffle his screams,” Ken said to Christopher and I, “I’m gonna go and get my cock sucked by that wife of yours, Alan.”

“Be my guest,” I said, “you know from all our past gangbangs just what a great cocksucker she is.”

“I sure do fucking know it,” Ken replied, “in fact, your wife has got to be one of the world’s greatest cock-sucking sluts of all time.”

“What a compliment, mate,” I said, really thrilled to hear Ken’s remarks and giving his ass a little pat. “She’s all yours.”

Christopher and I moved round in front of Ian and held our hard cocks aloft in our hands in front of hie face. As he opened his mouth and, somewhat surprisingly, took me inside first, I was expecting him to go for Christopher before me, Ken moved over to Linda and Sally who immediately got on their knees as Ken invited them to attend to his needs …

3.

Linda orhanlı escort was determined to prove once again that I was not wrong in mine and Ken’s compliments on her cocksucking skills and without a moment’s hesitation, she enveloped my best mate’s rigid pole in her superb mouth while Ken’s daughter Sally stuck out her tongue and went down on her father’s juicy balls. It was really great to see my wife sucking another man’s cock while his son was still hungrily sucking on mine.

“Aaaagh!” cried Ken, placing his left hand on Linda’s head and his right on Sally’s and drawing them in closer, both women making little gagging sounds as Ken pressed his body up against them, “feels so fucking good.”

Ken had his back to Christopher and I and was fully aware that my son and I were both ogling his tight naked ass. Mindful of Christopher’s consideration earlier when Linda was giving us her attention, I signalled with my eyes for him to replace me in Ian’s mouth. Ian had his eyes shut tight as his mother continued to display all her powers of concentration rimming his asshole and I doubt the young man even noticed the change of cock, even though Christopher’s porno prick is a tad longer and thicker than mine.

Marion removed her tongue from her son’s ass and gave his cheeks several little pats with the flat of her hand. “Does my sweetheart’s ass feel better now?” she asked, once again speaking in her clumsy mumsy voice.

“Much better, thanks mom,” Ian breathed, “but I could sure do with something nice and hard inside it again,” he added.

“I’ve got just the thing,” I said and, without saying anymore, I turned and went into the house.

“Where you going, dad?” Christopher asked.

At the door, I turned and tapped the side of my nose to tell my son to wait and see and then vanished upstairs. It took me only a few minutes to find the Wayne Benton strap-on Christopher had presented to his mother when he arrived home on Thursday and I hurried back outside with it clasped in my hand.

“What you got there?” Marion asked, now having a breather after a thorough rimming of Ian’s asshole, a rather stupied question, I thought but not voicing that opinion, since Ian’s mother would need to be blind not to notice what I was holding aloft in my hand.

“Christopher gave this to his mom,” I said, “it’s modelled on himself. Put it on, Marion, and let’s see you fuck your son’s ass with it.”

“Yeah, honey,” Ken said, his head swinging round over his shoulder while Linda and Sally continued their joint assault on his manhood, “he’s already been fucked by the real thing today.”

Marion took the strap-on from me and gave it a quick suck. “Mmm,” she said, “just as good as the real thing.”

“I doubt that,” I said. Honestly, Marion did come out with the most astonishing statements sometimes.

Ken was still enjoying being sucked and licked by Linda and Sally but he didn’t want to miss the almost hypnotic-like vision of his wife fucking his son. He hauled my wife and his daughter to their feet and led them over where they immediately dropped to their knees again and resumed their oral skills on my best male friend but with Ken in such a position that he could now watch the action without having to keep twisting his head over his shoulder. Ian was still sucking Christopher as Marion fixed the strap-on around her middle and moved forward and deftly began to insert it in her son’s asshole.

Again, I didn’t want to cum yet but the sight of Ian with my son’s cock in his mouth and the model of my son’s cock in his ass almost tipped me over the edge. Ken was grunting and groaning as Linda and Sally gave all their attention to his cock and balls but watching the spit-roasting of Ian out of the corners of their eyes. Christopher looked at me and smiled, a radiant smile that, if the sun wasn’t already shining, would have made it feel as if it had just decided to.

“Fucking fabulous, eh dad?” he said, “your mate’s son with my cock in his mouth and my cock in his ass at the same time.”

I had slowed down the pace of my wanking considerably as I agreed with Christopher about the awesome action taking place right in front of us. My son might be Wayne Benton, the world’s number one porn star, but I have to say that, great as he is on film, even porn movies pale into insignifance when you are heavily engaged in the real thing …

4.

With Christopher’s cock muffling Ian’s grunts of pleasure, Marion had now successfully worked the strap-on across her son’s pain barrier and was giving him everything she had. Her big tits swayed about as her face became drenched in sweat while Ian pushed his ass backwards and forwards to greet each and every powerful thrust. Ian was wanking his cock through his legs as every inch of the Wayne Benton strap-on was swallowed up by his all-conquering asshole while, at the other end of him, Wayne Benton’s real cock had similarly disappeared from view, gobbled up my Ian’s hungry mouth.

“You fucking whore, Marion,” Ken said, tepeören escort “fucking your own son’s asshole. I shall have to give you a good seeing to later.”

Marion’s grunting grew louder as Christopher pulled out of Ian’s mouth and Marion leaned forward across her son’s back to give my son’s cock a good suck too, without breaking her incredible pounding of Ian’s fuck hole. Ken, Linda and Sally had a perfect view of Marion’s bare feminine ass in all its naked beauty clenching and wobbling like mad as she plundered on inside Ian’s ass. Ken was so overcome with pride that he couldn’t control himself any longer and, seconds later, groaned as he squirted his cream over Linda and Sally’s faces and tits.

Marion transferred her mouth from Christopher’s cock to mine and gave me a great blowjob just as my wife had given her husband. Linda and Sally were smothered in liberal helpings of Ken’s spunk and I could see just what Christopher meant, each and everyone of us would be certain to make excellent porn movie actors.

Linda’s eyes, nose and mouth were an absolute mess as were Sally’s tits. Alongside me, Christopher was wanking furiously and I could sense that he was not far off cumming himself, as neither was I. Sure enough, seconds later, Christopher let out a loud groan, screwed up his eyes and rocked on his slim athletic legs as he blasted Ian in the face with a fresh supply of cream. I pulled out of Marion’s mouth and sent a similar load over her face and tits as she pulled the strap-on out of Ian’s ass and rolled over onto the grass, where she proceeded to play with her pussy.

Linda and Sally, still covered in Ken’s gooey sperm, moved across and Linda began sucking Marion’s tits while Sally dived her tongue into her mother’s pussy. Christopher, Ken and I were slowly starting to get our breaths back as Ian, his face still covered in Christopher’s cum, moved round in front of Marion, Linda and Sally and started again to wank his stiff pole in front of the ladies. Surprisingly, he had no difficulty walking, amazing when you think he’d taken my son’s cock up his ass in the morning and my son’s model of his cock up his ass from his mother in the afternoon. His asshole had been well and truly stretched and it looked like one or other of us would have to give him another rimming to relieve the soreness, the one his mother gave him earlier having been wasted when she fucked him with the strap-on.

The ladies were enjoying a string of orgasms as Ian stood in front of his mother, his legs almost giving way as he felt another sensational orgasm approaching. Ken’s eyes were riveted to his cum-smeared son about to discharge his own precious sex juice as he tugged hard on his long uncut cock. The wait was worth it for, a few moments later, Ian threw his head back, gave out a loud cry of sheer pleasure, and came in several thick hot reams all over his mother’s face and tits. Everyone applauded the expected yet sudden appearance of Ian’s spunk.

“Oh yes, sweetheart,” Marion said as she took each blast with maternal pride, the thick cream getting in her eyes and running down her nose to her chin. She opened her mouth and Ian aimed the last few spurts successfully into his mother’s mouth and Marion didn’t stop swallowing until she had taken every droplet.

The joy on Ian’s face and his pride in showing his mother his love for her and rewarding her for the tremedous fuck she had given him with the Wayne Benton strap-on with a rich lavish helping of his sex cream were obvious and a joy to behold by all of us. Even with his face still covered in Christopher’s spunk, his radiant smile somehow managed to shine through from underneath the porn star’s glossy wads.

Linda and Sally moved in and began to clean Marion’s face with their tongues, lapping up the salty masculine discharges from her temporarily disfigured face that Ian’s mother hadn’t manage to take into her stomach. When Marion was recognisable again, Ian stooped and took her head in his hands and kissed her lovingly on the lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Marion said, licking Christopher’s sperm from Ian’s face when they finished snogging, “you’ve done your old mom really proud.”

“You ain’t old mom,” Ian said, “but you are a right fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” said Ken, proud beyond belief of his horny son and sex-mad wife, “what are you?”

“A right fucking slut,” Marion murmured, as she rolled over onto the grass alongside Linda and Sally and the three women started to get their breaths back.

“We’re all fucking sluts,” Christopher said, “and none of us would want to be anything else, would we?”

There was a general nodding of heads and murmuring of agreement at this consensus of opinion. Saturday morning and afternoon had been just the most wonderful experience in our shared sex lives so far – and there was still the evening to go …

5.

The afternoon wore on into evening when we called time on the proceedings for a moment or two and went into the house to freshen up and enjoy some refreshments. Being last in line as we trooped indoors, my mouth drooled as I ogled six pairs of naked male and female buttocks swaying along in front of me, the cheeks rising and falling as they climbed the three steps up onto the verandah.

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I walked into my sister’s bedroom confident of the vision that would greet me and, whilst I was not disappointed, it was still a sight that made my twisted libido soar with Dominant lust as if I was seeing it for the first time. As ordered my 18 year old sister was stood erect and naked in the middle of the room she’d grown up in, the happy gleam in her eye partly due to the unexpected opportunity for play that had been given us with our parents’ announcement that they were going out for the evening and partly due to the fact that she was eight months pregnant and her swollen belly matched her swollen breasts in their appeal to me. The fact that I had taken her as my willing submissive slave eight months previously and had been filling her with my incestuous seed at every chance since was no co-incidence to her present delicate condition.

That I was the proud father was also beyond doubt considering I’d taken her virginity shortly after her 18th birthday and, despite her natural wantonness, I was still the only man she’d been fucked by as befitting being her possessive Owner… Her slutty instincts I’d allowed to run free in her bisexual tastes and she seemed content with the arrangement, in fact being so beautiful and flirty with a deviant imagination to match my own she was extremely adept at seducing other girls or older women and bringing out their lascivious sides.

The fact that she now stood expectantly and heavily expectant before me made my heart beat faster and my erection lurch in protest at its confinement in my trousers. Since her pregnancy became obvious our relationship had taken on new heights of depravity. When she first surrendered herself sexually to me all those months ago it felt instantly right to use her as I wanted and she took to being my 3 hole whore with an enthusiasm that made my senses swim… She dedicated herself to her education in deviant sex and the unique pleasures of BDSM with an insatiable zest and was never happier than when my cock was pounding her cervix and filling her womb with heavy loads of cum. Thoughts of contraception never entered either of our minds since the relationship of Master and slave felt so natural… and so nature followed its course and my sweet angelic slut sister was soon impregnated.

She rose to this unplanned development wonderfully, tearfully spinning a convincing story of an unknown boy at a student party being the father; a tale performed so well that our parents’ shock and disapproval was wiped away instantly and her caring big brother entrusted to protect her virtue in future. Since I was her Owner and intended to continue to ensure that the only cock she enjoyed was mine I accepted my responsibilities easily, especially since it meant that the unusual amount of time we spent in each others’ company went unquestioned by our mother and stepfather, who hardly expected that we could barely contain our perverse lust for each other.

My sister had been an eager debauchee since that magical weekend I first took her as my possession, but pregnancy had intensified her need for hard physical sexual gratification that was bordering upon nymphomania; the hormones and other natural chemicals pounding round her young body had her radiant in more ways than usually associated with the delicate condition and I had been doing everything possible to defile the purity of motherhood-to-be. So when the opportunity to have the house to ourselves arose every minute was to be savoured….

Hence the instant the parental car pulled out of the drive I’d produced her collar, fastened it round her slender neck, and ordered my sibling slave slut to go to her room and prepare herself. Such was the conditioning that she’d surrendered herself to that the very act of putting her in harness began her descent into her aroused sub-state and now running an approving eye over my sister’s pale nakedness, still slim except for the rounded swell of her smooth belly, I was delighted to see the glistening torrent of female fuck juices already leaking from her engorged cunt….exposed and shaved clean as it was on a daily basis.

This lewd appraisal of my precious pain whore had my erection stirring, painfully trapped inside my trousers and I wanted to sink it deep between her soaking thighs where I belonged, but I held my rising lust in… The truth was that my sister was just too delicious to not tease and torment into a deranged passion. I raised my eyes up from the intoxicating folds of her freely flowing cunt and with a smile observed that her breasts were following suit… My clever sister just couldn’t wait until the birth to start expressing her mothers milk and had joyfully induced the lactation early by using suction cups on her sensitive tuzla escort nipples… Now, in her perversity, sexual arousal started them leaking in the way that a baby’s crying would normally

The hours of dedicated playing with her tits was paying dividends in a way that excited us and had proven an unexpected attraction amongst her more bold girlfriends. If we’d had more notice of our free run of the house I’d have instructed my slave girl to invite a couple of her female lovers over; the look of bliss on her face when she breastfed them was only beaten by the inevitable straying of their hands to her splayed thighs and the orgasms they forced upon her without relinquishing the enlarged teats they feverishly suckled upon.

However, tonight she was mine to enjoy alone and her clear blue eyes sparkled at the prospect. Keeping that beautiful fresh face staring expectantly into mine, I strolled provocatively close to her body until her protruding belly was touching the strained yet concealed by pants erection that had placed her in this condition. I pushed my groin forward slightly so she could feel my hardness against her curved stomach and she groaned appreciatively and shifted her body weight artfully to rub the incestuous fruit of our unnatural relationship against her Master.

She certainly knew how to ignite my lust and I grabbed her flame-coloured tangled locks at the nape of her neck and forced her lips to mine roughly for a long overdue passionate kiss that soon had our tongues dancing against each others’ in an imitation of my hands gliding forcefully down her spine and kneading her pert buttocks in a way that had her thrusting her pelvis towards me in a vain effort to crush her rigid clit against my clothed body for relief.

Unfortunately, her occupied womb wouldn’t allow freedoms she’d enjoyed in previous months. As I lost myself in the smoldering effects of the kiss, I realized how wrong it was for me to still be dressed and be denying myself the sensuality of holding her naked against me, so returning my grip to the convenientleash that was her hair I eased her head backwards and broke the spell that locking lips with my sister always inspired.

“Undress me, slave,” I said, these words breaking the silence that had been maintained throughout apart from the heavy breathing.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered demurely and without hesitation reached down to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my trousers….she had her priorities fixed in her mind as usual. I allowed her to unzip them so they were free to fall to my ankles and, ignoring the blatant bulge in my underwear, I lifted my arms in indication that she should lift my T-shirt over my head next… a hint that she complied with. Once my upper torso was as naked as hers I stepped out of my trousers and took her tiny hand and placed it over the erection shaped tent pole straining for release… I guided her fingers along the cloth-covered shaft and made it linger at the end of the protrusion so she could see the effect she had on her brother. As usual when she got me this hard she inspired a flow of pre-cum which whilst modest compared by her production was still enough to have made a spreading dark circle in my underwear. Her fluttering fingers sent electric thrills across my sensitive cockhead as she swirled the slippery cloth against its swollen bulb, then unbidden she dropped to her knees and lapped at the sticky mess… Well she’d made the mess; it seemed fair that she cleaned it in the best way available.

I felt the warmth of her saliva soak back through the material as her tongue swirled as best it could at the concealed length of prick meat and I could resist no longer… I pulled my underwear down and my rock solid erection sprang up triumphant at its final liberation…

Grabbing her hair once more, I pushed her face into me and was rewarded by the unique feeling of my slave’s soft, wet, and welcoming mouth encasing my bobbing knob end, her well practiced lips dragging my foreskin clear of my bulbous purple cock-end in the process. The familiar tingling warmth spread down my shaft and throughout my whole body as my orally inclined sister worked her dedicated devotion upon me, recklessly driving my erection into her throat without regard for her own modesty. She was eager to please her Owner and knew how to fuck me with her mouth, but as usual having my pregnant slut naked on her knees below me had my more fierce lusts raging and I wanted harder gratification.

“Enough, slave,” I barked and she instantly withdrew her angelic face from my groin and looked up at me expectantly. If she didn’t recognize the wild look in my eyes she certainly knew that tone in my voice and what would be in store… pendik escort She wouldn’t be allowed to make me cum until I’d extracted my fill of perverse pleasure from her still slender and extremely fuckable impregnated body.

My enslaved sister rose to her feet without being told to do so and stood upright once more, her poise to compensate for her extended belly meaning she unconsciously arched her back and thrust her lactating chest out proudly. Spontaneity was always the secret to keeping Domination fresh and seeing those unusually full breasts displayed so innocently, all rounded and firm and tempting decided me on how I wanted to warm my pain whore up. I glanced over to my darling sister’s dressing table; obediently she’d laid out all our favourite instruments carefully once she’d been given the order to make herself ready in her room. With slow deliberation I walked over to the ever expanding collection of contact play implements and picked up the smallest flogger… with what I had in mind I wanted to be able to stand in close proximity to my abused sub.

Her eyes glistened with undisguised licentiousness as I showed her my choice—the flogger was her personal favourite dispenser of chastisement, as she’d once breathlessly confessed after a particularly energetic punishment session, its stinging caress was like having her whole body fucked at once. I gave the flail a test flick into thin air and her gaze traveled to her Master’s face expectantly; maintaining eye contract I moved back to stand in front of her.

My slutty slave really was irresistible and I allowed myself the luxury of another long lingering kiss, in doing so taking hold of her collar with my flogger still gripped in my fist and pulling it backwards to ensure she remained at the correct ramrod posture. Our tongues danced madly against each others’ as my rampant erection poked up against the belly bulge it had created, the heavy stream of my pre-cum making its contact slick and surprisingly arousing on my sensitive cock-end as my free hand naturally found itself straying to her literally overflowing breast to take a jutting nipple, wet with precious mother’s milk and pinched it firmly to enjoy the effect it had on the urgency of my sister’s mouth locked against mine.

Without warning I let loose the hold on her collar and in the same action swung down with the short handled flogger ensuring its tails stuck hard across her tight buttocks; the unexpected contrast in caresses made her squeal and break off the kiss without permission. Recovering her submissive composure instantly she realized her transgression without me having to say a word.

“Please forgive me, Sir, I wasn’t ready for the blow,” she said meekly, which was perfectly true but I wouldn’t be any kind of Dom if I let such things go unpunished and, besides, I knew my pain whore was aching for harsher treatment.

“You’re my good slave, but you must learn respect,” I taunted her and the contrite expression on her lovely teenage face almost moved me to forgiveness… if only I wasn’t so primed with vicious Domineering lust and the knowledge that my incestuous slave was aching for painful indulgence.

Taking a step back and losing the delightful sensation of warm impregnated flesh against my cock (although a sticky thread of my pre-cum kept us connected briefly I was amused to notice….a perverse umbilical cord from her pronounced stomach to my bobbing erection), I let the fact that harsh chastisement was imminent sink in, allowing the tension to build as my wanton sister let her demented imagination run wild. What she anticipated I’ll never know, but I certainly caught her off-guard with the sudden strike I made with the flogger aimed at her maternally prepared breasts, the leather straps hitting firm tit flesh with an obscene smack. My sister flinched under the assault upon those most taboo of targets, but held her position well. I placed the flogger’s handle under her chin and gently pushed her head back with it.

“Chest out and stand up straight,” I ordered kindly and without warning took a second brutal swipe at her already reddening chest, the flail’s cruel caress catching hard nipples and tender aureoles this time as I’d found my range. A shudder of excruciating pleasure seemed to ripple through my masochistic sibling’s lithe except for the midriff frame and she bit her lip as if to stifle any moans that I might judge disobedient. However, the bright wildness shining her eyes and the way her parted thighs were running with viscous fuck juice left me in no doubt at her increasing state of arousal. The third embrace of the flogger across her tortured tits actually brought a small spurt of breast milk squirting forth, a development aydınlı escort I had not expected but which obviously delighted us both. I had watched and participated in my sister’s determined exercise to induce lactation prematurely but this was the first time that I’d witnessed such a deviant display… It was as if I’d managed to corrupt and defile her most natural bodily reactions, a living testament to my complete Ownership of her.

I repressed the compulsion to bend my head down and suckle upon those leaking hard knots; my deliciously depraved sibling was absorbing her cruel punishment too well to discontinue it so soon and I’d have to be some kind of a sadist to deny her this painful treatment. However, there was a powerful surge of twisted lust rising in me… I was regretting my haste in choosing my sister’s bedroom for this rendezvous—I should have used the basement. I knew from past happy training sessions how useful the low ceiling beams down there were; my pain whore would have looked stunning strung up arms above head and fully exposing her tight supple pregnant body to the flagellation she was now enjoying.

Still faint Dom never won fair sub and I must take full advantage of the current situation. Besides, we should have enough time tonight before the parents returned for me to lead her on all fours down the stairs for further debauchery… Being impregnated had increased my sister’s sex drive to insatiable levels and her cravings were not so mundane as wanting to eat unusual foods.

With the thought of a subterranean second round later, I quickly snatched up an ever-present length of black rope that we kept within reach and ordered my slave to put her arms behind her; she’d looked too comfortable with them hanging by her side and I suspected that a few more blows and she wouldn’t be able to keep her active fingers from straying to her aching, rigid clit. I wanted her to feel the reassuring security of being bound and helpless under my chastisements so I tied her wrists together in the small of her back with practiced ease, then took a couple of slaps at her irresistible rounded buttocks for good luck. I then stood in close proximity to her back so I could reach round and fondly capture a breast in each hand; they normally were the perfect size to hold fully in my cupped hands but I enjoyed their increased mass also, so firm and perfect with the added sensation of warm mother’s milk dribbling over my tweaking fingers as I pulled her against me.

As I massaged her tortured teats with the familiarity of Owning her I lent forward enough to nuzzle and bite upon her slender neck and this double stimulation obviously had its desired effect for she brazenly began to stir her bound hands and desperately reach out her fingers with some difficultly to stroke at my rock hard erection that was smearing sticky pre-cum against her back. I allowed this pleasant interlude to continue a little while then relinquished my milking grip on her leaking tits and move once more to face her.

My teenage sister looked even more adorable in the prone bound position, the reddened breasts streaming white seepage that had cascaded down onto the smooth curve of her protruding stomach and was dripping to her pretty toes in a mirror of the copious flow of girlie fuck juice flowing freely from the engorged folds of her pouting cunt. I was struck with the sudden urge to coat her entire beautiful body with a concoction of bodily fluids: Milk, cum, saliva, sweat and female lube… Make her glow and shine with a wet sheen of lustful outpourings. To that end, I reached between her flawless thighs and scooped up a sticky load of her natural nectar, smearing her fascinating tits with the precious liquid and mixing it firmly into her milky nipples until her chest shone with perverse moisture, a concoction that I would not deny either of us tasting. I thrust my fingers into my sub slut’s mouth and felt her tongue eagerly lap away and I caught a bobbing nipple between my teeth and chewed at it whilst enjoying the tangy, heady flavour.

As I suckled and bit at my lactating slut’s breasts I cursed myself for being distracted so easily, but my slave didn’t seem to be complaining. I, however, was getting aroused beyond self control, which is not healthy for a Dom to allow himself, so I drew my teeth along the fat, stiff nipple and disengaged my oral grip. Retrieving the flogger I consoled myself that the weakness I’d displayed had at least soaked the swollen target; resuming the flagellation I knew the wet flesh would sting even more and the crack of the leather tails as they made contact confirmed this. My slave sister was fully surrendered to her sub-state of mind by this point and the sharp contract between my mouth’s embrace of her tender tits and that of the flogger produced a dreamy smile of ecstasy across her angelic face that increased my resolve to make the events of the evening memorable in the depth of their depravity.

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Amateur

I found myself in a position at work where I had to take a couple of weeks leave or lose it. “To be taken immediately,” yapped the Personnel Department. “Too many employees aren’t taking enough of their leave and we’ve been instructed to reduce the amount of outstanding leave.”

So there I was with two weeks and nothing to do. Still, it was summer, so I decided to take a room in a guest house down by the seaside and enjoy two weeks of surf, sun, and sand. And even some sex if a friendly young darling came my way. One could always hope.

I rang my dear old mother and got the name of the guest house we used to use when I was a lot younger. My mother never throws anything out and I was quite sure she’d still have the information about the guest house. She gave me the name and number and I rang through a booking for a couple of weeks.

When we went there in my youthful days it was a full service guest house. It appeared that those days had passed. It was now more a bed and breakfast with a fancy name. Fortunately there were a few decent eating places and fast food franchises in easy reach.

It’s amazing what you don’t notice as a child. Things that have a tendency to bite you on the bum when you’re an adult. I had assumed that my room would be complete with an en suite. Wrong. The place had two common bathrooms, first come, first served. I hated sharing a bathroom with strangers.

At the first breakfast I attended I became acquainted with the other guests. There were only a few. A couple of doddering old ladies and a couple of equally old men, some teenage surfers who were sharing a room, and a young married couple in their early twenties. Plus me. A fine upstanding young man who had been sent into the wilderness by a heartless Personnel Department. By young I mean I’m in my late twenties. Too young to be of interest to the four elderly people and too old to be of interest to the teenage surfers.

The young married couple considered me to be the right age to talk to. Or she did. He was relatively silent, probably unable to jam a word into the constant stream of twittering babble that emanated from her mouth.

Her name was Jane, you know, like in Tarzan and Jane, and her husband’s name was John, which was a nice coincidence, as Tarzan’s real name was John Clayton, which made them a real life Tarzan and Jane, not that they would want to live in the jungle but they did enjoy the outdoor life, and while John didn’t go hunting, and couldn’t use a spear anyway, he did like to go fishing and that counted as hunting, when you really consider it.

All that was in just her first sentence. I also learnt that the old people went on bus trips, generally leaving right after breakfast and not returning until late afternoon. The teenage surfers, and she didn’t know how they could all fit in that tiny room, as she and John were crowded in a similar room, and there were four of the surfers, and as there were only two beds they would have to share them and as they were all men did that mean they were gay, not that it mattered, but one did wonder, and they would also leave right after breakfast and waste their time on the beach, unlike her and John, as John would go fishing and she would tour the neighbourhood looking for old shops because you could sometimes find some wonderful bargains in old shops as the shopkeepers had no idea of what they were selling, and it was almost a crime to take advantage of them.

Jane was actually quite pretty but I’m only speaking about her face. A very appealing face actually, although it would be improved if she could just shut her mouth. She was a blue eyed blonde and she had a figure that was impossible to describe. That’s because it was covered in the frumpiest clothes I’d ever seen on a woman. I could understand John wearing old clothes as a suit and fishing just don’t seem to go together, but I’m afraid that I had to put Jane’s clothes down to her having a negative fashion sense. I’m surprised that John hasn’t spoken to her about it and made a few suggestions.

On second thoughts I wasn’t really surprised. She probably hadn’t given him a chance to tell her. I couldn’t help wondering if she’d said the ‘I do’ for him during the marriage ceremony, saving him having to open his mouth.

I finally made good my escape, quickly saying I had to run as I had an appointment the first time she shut-up long enough for me to speak. Did I have many appointments? What sort of work did I do? How long had I been doing it? What brought me down to the seaside? How had I learnt about this lovely guest house? Did I know Mrs Manning, the woman who ran it? She goes shopping every morning right after breakfast, you know, so that she always has fresh things available for her guests. Not all guest houses are that accommodating.

It would have been impolite to run away screaming but it was a near thing. I vanished into my room for half an hour and when I came out everyone had vanished. Bus tours, surfing, fishing, kurtköy escort and shopping having accounted for all my fellow guests and the owner. I wandered out and went about my business, determined to take it easy. I’d relax even if it killed me.

The second day was much the same as the first. Breakfast while Jane’s verbal diarrhea washed over everything, me going into hiding, coming out when it was safe and heading off to the beach and some relaxation. At the beach I could flirt with the beach bunnies and one never knew, one of them might be interested in enjoying some quality time.

Listening to Jane on the third day I was seriously considering buying some earplugs. I wondered if John had some that I could borrow. I bet she even talked in her sleep. He’d need the earplugs to get to sleep. Or maybe he was lucky enough to be deaf. I scoffed my breakfast and retreated. I had a newspaper that I wanted to read.

One of the odd things I’d noticed about Jane was that she gave you a great flood of questions as she talked, while not giving you time to answer them. That’s the way it seemed but if you actually answered a question, even while she was talking over you, she heard what you said.

How did I know this? Jane had been discussing pets and during her discussion she’d asked me if I had any pets. Even though she was still talking I mentioned I owned a monkey and a komodo dragon and that the monkey would ride on the komodo dragon’s back. John heard my answer as he smirked and looked at Jane. It turned out that Jane also heard my answer, examined it, and rejected it.

“Anyway, when you’re comparing cats to dogs you’ve got to go for cats every time and even those cute little pigs are better than dogs and you can’t really teach monkeys to ride komodo dragons as komodo dragons are carnivores and they’d eat the monkey, being cold blooded reptiles, and I don’t believe you have a komodo dragon or a monkey, although Michael Jackson had a monkey but you can’t have a dragon as a pet because I’m sure if you could film stars would have them and I’ve never heard of a film star who owned a komodo dragon and you seem to be the type of person who would keep a fish in a bowl to help you relax.”

And more along those lines, totally disbelieving me, but showing that she did hear what was said. It was shortly after that that I’d bolted again.

I grabbed a newspaper on my way back to my room and took me time perusing it. It also had a fairly decent cryptic crossword that I worked on. By the time I’d finished that the guest house was silent and I guessed that the inhabitants had all gone their various ways, leaving me head of the house, ruler of, well, me, I suppose. I decided that it was time for me to hit the beach and get in some more relaxation.

I barged out of my room and promptly had Jane bump into me. Or maybe I bumped into her. What I did know was that it turned out that Jane had an impressive set of bumpers. I always had the vague impression that she was probably a little on the fat side. Wrong. Totally wrong. Couldn’t be more wrong.

I suppose you’re wondering how I could tell this through her frumpy clothes. It was because she wasn’t wearing them at that moment. Right now she was tastefully clad in a towel and, being rather on the small side (the towel, that is) it was doing a woefully inadequate job of covering her. I hadn’t known just how useful small towels could be.

The towel covered Jane from her breasts to her groin. Nearly. Her long slender legs were totally exposed and they were beautifully curved. The sort of legs you just want to run your hands along, especially when you’re parting them. Her arms were also slender and graceful, arms that I was sure would feel very nice wrapped around you. Actually, I found myself thinking the same thing about her legs.

Jane’s full bust meant that the towel was struggling to stretch all the way around her, the ends only just meeting because Jane was clinging tightly to them, holding them together by effort of will. Not being very wide the towel didn’t reach to the top of her bust, barely managing to cover her from the nipples down, resulting in some pretty impressive cleavage.

It seemed to me that her taste for frumpy clothes was explained. If she dressed to impress she’d have a complete coterie of lustful men trailing along behind her. I guessed the frumpiness and the talking were her way of discouraging them.

She started talking, of course. Anyone else caught in this situation would have squealed and dived into their room in a great hurry. Jane started talking.

“Oh my god. What are you doing here? You’ve no right to be here. You went out. You said you were going out. The place is supposed to be empty. You have no right to be here when you say you’re somewhere else. Just look at me. Do you think I’d be walking around like this if I thought there was someone else around? Why are you looking at me? I didn’t say you could look at me. Alright, maybe aydıntepe escort I did, but I didn’t say you could look at me like that. What are you doing? You can’t take the towel off me. Give that back to me, I need it. Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m naked without that towel? Give it to me. Why are you looking at me like that? Hey. Why did you do that? You can’t go around touching a girl on the breast. That is most certainly not the correct thing to do. Hey, I said you can’t touch my breast, not change which one you’re touching. Oh my god. Not touching my breast doesn’t mean you run your hand over my tummy.”

In case you didn’t get the gist of what she was saying let me explain it to you. Initially I’d just been looking her over with some amusement, finding her to be very attractive, much more so that I’d have guessed. I was letting her words just wash over me, not really listening, but I did catch her telling me to look at her.

What could I do? If that’s what she wanted then that’s what I’d do. I took her wrists and moved her arms apart, the towel obligingly parting at the same time, and she was delicious. All creamy white with smooth curves that just encouraged the eye to follow them. Not even a little patch of fur to break the expanse of shiny silky skin. True, there were a couple of neat little nipples that seemed to be a glowing pink, and they were pointing at me.

Ever been in a situation where you see this big button that says press me? That’s the situation I was in right then. I twitched the towel out of her grasp and let it drop. I must admit that I sort of assumed that at that point she would hastily hide her charms behind her hands but she didn’t. She just waved them about, emphasizing the points she wanted to make and she seemed to be making a lot of them.

The points that I was interested in were the points of her nipples and I just naturally reached out and pressed one. It was already standing out but that light touch made it stand out just that little bit more, her other nipple matching the movement. It would have been rude to show favouritism so I reach out and gently pressed her other nipple.

I heard something to the effect of moving my hand so I did, first letting it close over her breast and then smoothing its way down, gliding over her abdomen, continuing down to skim lightly over her mons, before reaching even further and slipping between her legs to close upon her mound which I proceeded to gently rub.

Her voice just kept on going, her words drifting past me. She seemed to be telling me what I shouldn’t be doing and what I couldn’t do, evidence to the contrary being ignored, but she wasn’t using nasty little words like ‘no’ or ‘stop’ so I just kept on touching.

Maybe my investigation of some of her sweet curves got a bit too personal as I heard her voice go up several tones as she talked. I took my mouth away from her breast to look at her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that. Were you asking me a question? Try to answer in ten words or less if you want me to listen.”

“I asked you if you were going to fuck me. You’re touching me in most inappropriate ways despite me telling you you shouldn’t be doing that.

You were kissing my breasts. Don’t deny it. Look at my nipples. They’re both red and wet from you chewing on them. Why are you doing this?”

Was I going to fuck her? That was a good question. I hadn’t actually got that far in my thinking. Now that I thought about it I hadn’t been thinking at all, just reacting. I slid one hand around her to cover her bottom, holding her against me, while my other hand went up to cover her mouth, because she was still talking.

“Just hush for a moment,” I told her. “You can answer by nodding or shaking your head. I have to admit that I hadn’t really been thinking about fucking you but now that you mention it it seems a great idea. Um, I assume you wouldn’t want me to do it right here in case someone comes?”

She managed to shake her head a little, still mumbling something behind my hand.

“OK, so we would have to do it somewhere else. Again I assume that you wouldn’t want to use your room so my room would be better. Right?”

This time she nodded her head. I’m not sure if she was agreeing to having sex with me or just wanting to get out of the hallway in case someone returned. I chose to assume that she was agreeing to whatever I wanted.

Seeing we were right outside my room it was a simple matter to move her the few steps required to be inside it. I scooped up the towel on the way.

“But why do you want to have sex with me?” she demanded. “And even if you do and aren’t just pretending we couldn’t do it right now. It’s the middle of the day.”

I hastily tuned out the verbiage and considered her initial question and statement.

“As to why,” I said, “it’s because you have a fantastic body, one just made for mammon to worship. How could I look upon you and not want to make love to you.”

I tuzla içmeler escort rather hastily dropped my trousers, showing proof positive that I did indeed want to make love to her. Her eyes opened wide and she was so shocked that she even stopped talking for a few moments.

“And what on earth does the time of day have to do with things?” I asked. “Personally, I’m going to be ready at any hour of the day or night if I think a young lady wants my loving attention. Feel for yourself how ready I am.”

I took her hand and wrapped it around my erection and she just clutched hold of it and hung on. She had a very shocked look on her face and she didn’t resume talking, being too busy looking down at what she was holding onto. Damn it, she was married. Surely she’d played with married people’s toys before.

My hands were back on her, paying loving attention to her body. The beautiful sounds of silence persisted while her hand started wandering up and down my shaft. I took advantage of her distraction to ease her back towards the bed until she was backed up against it. That’s when I extract my weapon from her clutches and eased her onto the bed, flat on her back, legs parted and me standing between them.

Problem was that now she didn’t have my cock in her hands her voice was back, running away with her. I had to wonder if that woman ever stopped to think or if her voice was her thinking process.

Now if a woman is naked and flat on her back with her legs spread and a man with an erection is standing between those spread legs then surely it is obvious what his intensions are. Apparently not.

“What are you going to do? You’re not thinking of using that thing on me, are you? Anyone can see it’s too big. You need to find a larger woman to handle something like that. Cocks shouldn’t be that size. This is totally unfair. I mean, you have just been kidding me, haven’t you? You don’t really intend to have sex with me. I didn’t ask you to, you know. It wasn’t my fault that you didn’t go out when you said you would so you can’t blame me for bumping into you when I only had a towel on. And you’re the one who took it off me. You shouldn’t have done that you know. I didn’t say you could. You probably shouldn’t have touched me either.”

And on she went, spouting drivel, non-stop. I’ll admit she hadn’t asked me to, ah, pay her some very personal attention, but at no stage had she told me to stop, just expressed a series of doubts as to the validity of my actions. As far as I was concerned they were perfect reasonable actions right up to the point where she says no, and it was starting to register that she couldn’t say that, probably because it was a single little word and she didn’t believe in saying anything that short and succinct.

As for her comments on the size of my cock, flattering though they may have been, modesty insists that I point out that it’s within the standard range of such equipment. Maybe on the plus side of average, but not by all that much.

It was blatantly obvious to me that her body was ready for my attentions. Her labia were flushed and swollen, puffy and damp, hot enough to light a fire. I saw no reason to put things off. I leaned over her, adjusting the position of my cock so it was pressing against her. Her lips yielded and my cock started sinking into her, her lips promptly closing over me, showing no intention of letting me escape.

Jane had two reactions. One was to start pushing up against me, helping me to slide in nice and deep. The other to change the subject from how she was sure I wasn’t really going to do this to the fact that I was doing it and the affect it was having on her.

“Oh my god, you’re really doing it. I didn’t think you would. It’s too large. Can’t you see that? Argh, I can feel it going in. There’s too much of it. It’ll never fit. I can see what you’re doing, you know. What makes you think you can do this? How much more is there. Oh god, that much.” She’d craned her neck to get a better look as to how far in I’d already gone. “Do you want to stop now? I think I can handle this much but I’m not sure about the rest. You’re not stopping, are you?”

I was going deeper and she was pushing strongly up against me and twittering the whole time. I was going with the conclusion that John rarely touched her because she’d be giving him a constant critique the entire time he was on the job, with additional information afterwards. If she were my wife I’d be training her in blow jobs just to get some silence.

I tuned her out using selective hearing as practiced by teenagers everywhere. I also kept drilling in. No matter what Jane was saying about King Dong I was comfortable certain that she’d be able to entertain my entire length. I finally banged home and held her pinned hard against the bed.

As soon as I started to pull back her legs came up and wrapped around me, Jane clinging on for all she was worth. This still left me sufficient freedom to start a bit of man/woman interaction, pulling back and driving in hard.

I had intended to take it easy to start with, slowly building things up. She’d got me in the mood that what I now wanted to do was bang her as hard and as fast as possible, and that’s what I did.

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Brunette

Chapter 4 – Daddy Again

Mom gave me a dirty look when I came inside. It was the special kind of dirty look she reserves for when she is going to give me a lecture. I wondered for a second if she knew about Grandpa and his buddies having sex with me at the park and I had broken one of their dumb incest rules, but of course there was no way she would know yet about that. It was about my Daisy Mae costume and it was about wearing it around Daddy who had just got home from his business trip, only she tried to dignify her objection.

“What is the matter with you picking a comic strip character for your history class?”

That was her opening. I won’t bother you with her middle because it was totally predictable, and I didn’t make a very good argument for my side of the question except for pointing out the clothes weren’t for a class but a costume dance. She ended by saying,

“I don’t need to be reminded of your bad judgment. So please do not wear that outfit around the house.”

“Don’t you mean, don’t wear it around Daddy?” I was mad at her.

Her eyes blazed. “Do not take that attitude with me. Who do you think you are? And yes, your father doesn’t need to be reminded he has a slut for a daughter.”

Not needing to be reminded, it seemed, was a new favorite phrase. She retracted it. The blaze went away and her eyes got misty, and she hugged me.

“I’m sorry. That’s not fair. You’re not that at all. You’re a sweet, carefree girl, Elle, and you have a good heart.”

“Plus a hot you know what,” I grinned. The hug was pressing her boobs against mine and we were both conscious of it.

“Well, you can’t help what the Lord gave you. But do be careful, please.” She was looking at our touching tits. Hers are bigger than mine, and beautiful if you like big tits. Her top was a woman’s version of a man’s short sleeve shirt, with a collar and buttons down the front and the top three buttons were open. She twisted a little, making her tits rub against mine.

“Be careful about not wearing my outfit?” I twisted a little, making my tits rub against hers.

“Yes. Not in the house.” She hooked a finger into my scooped blouse and pulled. You could see the tops of my tits.

“Okay, I promise,” I said. I pushed my hand across one of her tits to the fourth button on her shirt. I opened it.

“Mmmmm, you shouldn’t do that,” she said the way you tell someone to keep doing it.

“We slut daughters can’t help ourselves,” I said, softly.

“I know. I used to be one,” she smiled, and kissed me.

We did more things than kissing and pretty soon my panties were off, which is a habit of theirs, and that’s when the fun ended. I hadn’t cleaned up very good in the woods and she noticed.

“Your grandfather!?,” she said, crossly.

I didn’t say anything.

“That was his bowling team in the car.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Oh, good God,” she groaned, and got off the couch where I was sort of spread out with the guilty evidence on display.

Well, after that she was worse than ever. She hardly tuzla escort talked to me. Whenever Daddy and I were both around she watched me like a hawk. And she watched him. I’m pretty sure she had talked to him about me because Daddy kept his distance. She never mentioned my cousin usurping her mother’s place in the marriage bed but you knew that was what was driving her; nothing like that was going to happen to her! I got pretty sick of the whole thing. Then one morning I woke up knowing I had had enough of her crabby jealousy. I think it was three mornings later. I heard them downstairs, in the kitchen. Daddy was leaving on another business trip that day, a week away from home. I wondered if he would like a going away present. I didn’t have a lot of time since my bike was out of commission and I had a school bus to catch.

We have a huge kitchen. It takes up a whole side of the house from front to back and has a stone fireplace at the middle of the inside wall. The windows are very large, like all the downstairs windows, and for privacy there are curtains. You’ll see later on why I’m telling you this.

Since I was still under orders not to wear my Daisy Mae costume around Daddy, and I didn’t want to be a disobedient child, I went through my closet and came up with a tan skirt that had a little more cloth than a handkerchief and a top to match in the sense that the top did for my tits something similar to what the skirt did for my legs. It fit like a glove, you could say. I brushed my hair and put on lipstick. I wasn’t Daisy Mae but I was at least as bad. I would need a bit more modest outfit for school so I picked out a regular short-short skirt and top, got my sandals, and went downstairs, dropping the clothes on the living room sofa.

“Good morning!,” I piped, sashaying into the kitchen.

Daddy was in his striped cotton bathrobe at the table, with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. He reads the New York Times. Mom was at the counter. They looked at me with serious expressions on their faces. Mom’s was very serious. Speaking of being reminded, it was me this time suddenly reminded of the fantasy I had during my “wedding” about Daddy fucking me at breakfast and Mom there jealously watching, and now the fantasy might be coming true.

“You’re going to school like that?,” she barked.

“I don’t know,” I sighed and I stretched like I was yawning from just getting out of bed. I had checked in the mirror the neat effect this had on my tits. “I was thinking about it. Why, don’t you like it?”

“It’s completely inappropriate!”

I wiggled over to the table. “Do you think it’s inappropriate, Daddy?”

Daddy looked up at me. He didn’t have to look up much to see my tits saying hello to him from behind the jersey and that’s where he looked. A glint came into his eyes. The glint told me that maybe he had had enough of Mom’s bitchiness, too.

“What was that, sweetheart?,” he smiled.

“I said do you think my outfit is in appropriate. You know, the way it shows people my boobs and my bottom, and you can almost see my panties. tuzla escort bayan I was wondering about that, actually. Do you want to see them, Daddy?”

“See your panties?”

Mom was fuming. I’m not sure why but she wasn’t butting in so far. I think maybe she was afraid Daddy would tell her to butt out and she was trying to come up with a way to deal with the situation.

“Yes, see my panties.”

“What color are they?”

“Hmmm. Let me check.”

I pulled up the tiny skirt. “They’re purple, Daddy. At least the bottom part where my cunt is is purple. Should I check the top part?”

“Let’s check the back part, where your other fuckhole is?”

“Oh, okay. That’s an important part of a person, isn’t it, Daddy?” I turned around and bent over, showing Daddy my bottom in the purple panties.

“It’s an important part of you, sweetie, that’s for sure. Yup, purple there as well.”

“She’s going to her miss bus, Arnold!,” Mom shouted. “It will be here any second for God’s sake!”

“Be quiet, Sally,” Dad said.

“Hmmm, these panties are itchy. Would you mind if I take them off, Daddy?”

“On one condition,” he said.

“What?”

He opened his bathrobe. His pajamas were cotton, like the robe, light for summer sleeping, and his fly was a pup tent that had a pole that was too big for it. He slid his hand inside and brought out his cock.

“That after you take off your itchy, purple panties, you sit right here.”

“Is that so you can fuck me, Daddy?”

“It is.”

“Hmmmm, is Mom going to stay?”

“Sally, if you want to stay here, do the dishes,” Daddy told her. I would have laughed if I wasn’t so excited.

Mom was red as a beet. She whirled around and slammed a cabinet door that had been open. I took off my panties.

“Should I take my top off, in case you want to see my tits while you fuck me, Daddy?”

“Good idea. Take it off.”

I pulled off the jersey and it joined my skirt and panties on the tile floor. I could tell that Daddy wanted to look at me a little so I backed up a step to give him a good view and I posed there, turning this way and that way, showing him all of me, but mainly the front of me. And then I went and climbed up on him and put my legs around his legs and braced my hands on his shoulders and let myself down on his cock until it went inside me. It went in the whole way. His scraggley hairs were doing the itching job I had kidded about my panties doing but that wasn’t the only feeling I was having. There was a better one.

Daddy put his hands at my waist. He lifted me and let me down, lifted me and let me down.

Over and over he did that. When I opened my eyes it was like the kitchen moving except it was me moving and there was Mom, at the sink, watching. I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to see her but I was getting an extra pleasure out of her seeing me. Daddy gave me my big pleasure. I came quickly, which is par for my course. Daddy took longer. He was taking longer on purpose, fucking me slowly, and stopping me both times that I tried escort tuzla to help by moving myself up and down at a faster pace. Daddy wasn’t worried about me missing my bus.

Mmmm, neither was I worried about it. I closed my eyes and let him ride me up and down the riding pole, hoping I might have another orgasm before he had his and was done with me.

But then he did cum. My personal volcano.

I lay against him with my head over his shoulder when he finished in me. Mom was watching again with those jealous eyes, watching her daughter getting her breath back, seeing her daughter’s face flushed from the fucking her husband had given her, hearing her daughter’s happy panting from having been fucked good and hard. A horn beeped. The bus was at the driveway.

“Oh gosh!” I jumped off Daddy, put my panties back on and ran to the living room. I got dressed as fast as I could in the skirt and top and sandals I had left there and hurried back into the kitchen on my way to the door. I knew the bus would wait for me at least a couple of minutes. It honked again. Mr. Buckely, the senior citizen driver, thought I was cute and sometimes I joked with him. Probably Mr. Buckely wanted to fuck me, I thought, feeling grateful to him. He could have not waited for me at all. I gave Daddy a quick kiss on the cheek and told him to have a good trip and then I felt something. There was cum dripping down both of my thighs.

“Good grief,” I said. I grabbed a piece of Scott toweling and ran out off the house, wiping my legs as I ran.

I was the third kid on the bus route. The two kids already on the bus were a couple of boys and they were at the back of the bus. Mr. Buckley shut the door and told me to sit down in the seat behind him. His tone of voice worried me.

“Look out the window at your house,” he said.

I looked. “Why?”

“You see your kitchen window?”

Now I was really worried. “Yes.”

“You can’t see it but the view through your window is about where the kitchen table is. You’ll notice the curtain isn’t closed all the way. When I stopped the bus I wondered if you were taking your bicycle again. I was going to honk for you but then I saw your head in the window. I thought you were doing exercises. Your head was going up and down.”

“It was?”

“You know it was. I didn’t honk. Not then. I got out of the bus and walked up to the window. What do you think I saw?”

It was one of those questions you don’t have to answer.

“Do you have enough toweling there, Elleann?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you, Mr. Buckely.”

“You know, an old gent like me still has strong desires, Elleann.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re a girl who makes those strong desires swim in a fellow’s head.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“Mr. Buckely are you saying you want to fuck me and that if I let you, you will forget about what you saw in the window.”

“And not report it to the authorities. That’s right, Elleann.”

“Hmmmm. Well, that sounds fair to me, Mr. Buckely. When?”

“This minute, dear, but we’ll have to wait til it’s practical. I’m a-thinking. You take the bus again tomorrow and I’ll let you know then.”

“Sure enough, Mr. Buckley. Thanks.” I gave him a smile and settled back in the seat for the ride to school.

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On Her Knees Ch. 06

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***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.

It had been six months since Phil had gone to a strip club. Understandably, it was closed down because of the pandemic like so many other businesses. It wasn’t like he went there a lot in the first place, he made sure he didn’t become one of those guys who always found themselves going to strip clubs. But the pandemic made it harder for him to have some real female contact. Unless you were already in a relationship during that time, it was hard to meet up with women who wanted to take the risk of meeting up in person. So, when it was finally time to reopen the clubs, he was excited to finally see some naked women and even get a lap dance.

He didn’t actually go right away when it first opened, he thought he should wait a while. He had heard form another friend of his living in another city that when the club near him opened back up, it took a while for some of the hotter dancers to come back, so he waited a few extra weeks until he was sure about it. Also, he thought he should wait to see if there were any reports of people getting sick after it opened up. Fortunately, it seemed they took the COVID-19 precautions very seriously there, and he decided to finally go.

He took a few hundred dollars from his banks atm earlier that day, because he remembered how big the atm fees were at the strip club. He dressed casually, but in a new shirt he got and made his way to the club. He had asked a few of his friends if they wanted to go, but they declined. He didn’t like the idea of going alone; he had done it before but it’s not as fun as going with friends.

He decided to go around 6pm, before it got too busy to avoid a big crowd; he still felt he should be careful because of the pandemic. At the front door, the bouncer pointed one of those infrared thermometers at him and told him the basic rules they now have because of the state laws now require them. There were no more sitting at the counter by the stage, instead they set up a series of small tables a little bit further away from the stage and from each other. When sitting he could take off his mask, but when he stood up to move around, he had to put it back on. There was also now a two-drink minimum that he had to pay for no matter what. He didn’t mind, he was going to drink only two beers and that was it.

He found a good table to sit down at, one that had a perfect view of the stage. He ordered a drink, got some twenties converted into ones and sat back to watch the show. There were two women dancing, one on each side of the large stage; both blondes with big breasts, but one had more tattoos. They were the first naked women he saw in months that weren’t on his computer, and was great. He saw a few dancers walking around to the customers, chatting them up and trying to get them to buy a lap dance from them. There were a few dancers he recognized from several months ago from before the pandemic, and there were now a few new ones he enjoyed seeing.

A few dancers had come around to him and he tipped them. They asked him if he wanted a private dance but he declined. He thought it was best not to go for the private dances right away, he wanted to enjoy watching the girls dance on stage first before getting a private dance form any of them.

“Hello,” said a woman’s voice coming from the side as she gently touched his shoulder.

“Hello,” replied to her.

He turned to look at her and saw a beautiful, big breasted blonde woman wearing a see-through bra and sequined panties. She was also wearing a mask on her face, a requirement for all the dancers who weren’t on stage. When they sat down to speak with the customers or take them to get a lap dance, they could take it off, but other than that they had to keep it on. Phil believed that masks worked to help spread covid-19, but thought the rules about them in the club were kind of ridiculous

“I’m Sapphire,” she told him. “Are you having fun tonight?”

“Yes, I am,” he replied.

She did a little dance for him and he tipped her one dollar in her top and then another one in her escort bayan panties. She then got close to him, put her arm around his shoulder and got her breasts close to Phil’s face. Phil in turn, put his arm around her and placed his hand gently on her ass.

“Do you want a dance?” she asked him.

“Yes, I would,” he told her. He turned down enough dancers already, he felt it was now time to get a private dance that he so long waited for.

He got up from his table and put his mask back on, and she guided him towards the back area to the door that led to the private rooms. There was a bouncer standing at a desk by the door, he took his money for two private dances. Before the went in, there was a sanitizer lotion dispenser where Sapphire said they had to use for their hands. After that, she led him inside and to an area where they had more privacy. The private dance area was sectioned off by a series of partitions for privacy, but luckily for him, since he decided to visit the place early in the evening and not at night, there was nobody else there so it gave extra privacy.

Phil sat down and got ready for sapphire. She took off her top and released her large breasts for him to see and they were magnificent. She sat down on his lap and began to move around his body; Phil began touching her ass, before moving his hands up her body and to her breasts and gave them a good squeeze. It was such a relief to finally put his hands on some tits.

“Oh, I forgot, we can take our masks off here,” she told him.

“Oh, good,” he said. Another crazy mask rule, but he was ok with it.

They took off their masks and revealed their faces to one another. Finally seeing Sapphire’s face gave him a tremendous shock as he recognized her instantly.

“Carrie,” he blurted out.

“How did you know—” she stopped and got a good look Phil and finally recognized him. “Oh, shit.”

During the pandemic, Phil decided to grow a beard, just something fun to do during this time. He decided to keep it when people started commenting on how good he looked with a beard. In some cases, some people he knew didn’t recognize him at first until they got a good look at him, like what just happened with Carrie, aka Sapphire. It had been a long time since Carrie has seen Phil, so it took a while for her to recognize him with the beard, but she was now looking at the face of one of her cousins.

“Oh shit, I just gave a lap dance to my cousin,” she said sadly.

“I just felt up my cousin,” said Phil. He was shocked to find that the first tits he got his hands on, were that of his cousin Carrie.

They both agreed to stay where they were and talk things out. Apparently, Carrie had been dancing for a few years now in secret, but at other clubs. The one she used to work at still haven’t opened back up yet so she decided to come to this one, not knowing that it was the one that Phil sometimes goes to.

When their time in the private room was over, they got up and left the area. Phil tried to say something to Carrie, but she walked away to fast for him to get a chance speak. She moved on to the next customer she could see and began chatting him up, not even looking at him.

Phil honestly couldn’t blame her; it was an embarrassing situation for the both of them. Sure, he has thought about her naked in the past, even fantasized about her when jerking off just like he did with his other attractive cousins, he was every guy has done that at some point. But he never thought he would actually be in a position to see one of his attractive cousins naked, let alone feel them up. He decided that it would be best for him to just leave, rather than make her uncomfortable by staying. He thought he would still go back to the club again; they have the dancers schedule up on the website so he could just see it to know when Carrie was working and avoid her.

The next day, he was just hanging around his apartment. He decided to check out the club’s website and saw that Carrie was not scheduled to be there that day, so it was safe to try again. He was thinking about calling Carrie to talk things out, but decided it was too tuzla genç escort soon to do that. He figured he’d wait at least a few days before makes a call. But it turned out he didn’t have to wait long to hear from her as he got an unexpected knock on the door.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“It’s Carrie,” was the reply.

There was a long pause, Phil had no idea what to do. He was thinking about what he might have to say to her if he had to talk to her again, but thought he had more time to come up with something.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” she asked.

He opened the door and they both said their usual greetings, but very nervously which was obvious to both of them. He led her in and took her to the kitchen where he offered her a beer and she accepted. Carrie was wearing jeans, and a long sleaved pink shirt that just slightly hugged her breasts to show how big they were. Phil was sure that her breasts were fake; he had seen her in bikinis years ago and there was no way her breasts grew that big naturally. Of course, he wasn’t going to bring that up, he was sure that she was there to talk things out with him.

“So that was crazy last night, wasn’t it?” she began to say.

“Yes, it was,” he replied.

“If I had known you lived that close by to the club, I don’t think I would’ve applied to dance there.”

“If I had known, I probably would not have come.”

“Probably?” she asked.

“Yes, well, you know what I mean.”

“I think I do,” she said.

Carrie put down her beer on the kitchen counter and without giving any warning, she quickly threw off her shirt. Phil was in too much shock to say anything, he just stared at her standing there in her white bra. He thought of something to say but again was stopped when Carrie took off her bra, releasing her large breasts to him.

“Oh,” was all that he could say. He had no idea that any of this was going to happen.

Carrie got close to Phil and then got down on her knees in front of him; she began to unbuckle his belt and unzipper his pants, she could see the bulge in his pants growing in excitement. Phil put down his beer next to the one Carrie left and leaned back against the counter, getting himself ready for what was going to happen. Although he fantasized about this, he never would have thought it was going to happen. Part of him wanted to say ‘No, stop, we’re family’, but pushed those thoughts back.

Carrie got his pants and boxers down at the same time and Phil’s fully hard erection popped up in her face, nearly hitting her nose. She was impressed by the size of dick; it wasn’t the biggest she had ever gotten her hands on, but it was still good. She spat in her hand a couple of times and began stroking his shaft. She then put the head into her mouth and began suckling on it. Phil enjoyed the feel of her tongue flicking around the head of his dick. After a minute, she opened her lips wide and took the whole dick in her mouth, at least as much that she could fit in. Her lips were firmly sealed around the shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth. She began slowly, letting Phil enjoy the feeling of her mouth and tongue doing its magic. A few times in between, she slips it out of her mouth to lick head with her tongue, before putting it back into her mouth again. She had done this numerous times with a variety of men, and she knew what they liked when she gives them head.

Phil’s hands were on her head, holding on to her blonde hair as her head as her head bobbed back and forth. Now and again, she would look up at him with her lustful eyes and winked at him. She began to suck on the dick faster, he can feel the head hitting the back of her throat. There were moments when she held it all in her mouth, gagging on it, and then pulling it out of her mouth to get some air. Then she would do it again a few more times in a row.

Phil was near the moment of climax and she apparently sensed that because she began slow down, getting herself ready for what was going to com. Phil did his best to hold off as much as he could, he wanted the moment to last longer. It was one of the best blowjobs he ever tuzla kendi evi olan escort had. Eventually, the moment was finally about to come and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Carrie sensed that about him and got herself ready. Phil’s dick began to swell up in her mouth and his cum exploded into her mouth; several streams of warm white fluid spilling out and landing in her mouth. Carrie squeezed out whatever she could from his shaft, getting a few extra drops, and then pulled his dick out of her mouth just as it was starting to get soft.

Carrie stood up to face Phil, and she swallowed back the cum that was in her mouth. Phil was surprised that she did that, he never had a girl swallow his cum before, no matter how much he asked them to. He pulled back up his pants as Carrie put her bra and shirt back on; she then took back her beer she left on the counter and took a few sips from it.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she told him. “You have tasty cum.”

“Thank you,” he told her.

“So now I did this for you, we have an understanding now, am I right?”

“Understanding?” Phil asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

“I gave you a blowjob, so now you don’t tell my parents I’m stripping,” she told him.

“Carrie, I was never going to tell them,”

“What?” she said with surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Is that really why you did this?” Phil asked.

“Yes!” she yelled at him. “I was scared you were going to tell on me. Oh, my God, I can’t believe this.”

On that note she stormed off out of the living room, roaming around Phil’s apartment cursing and yelling herself and finally locking herself in his bathroom.

“Carrie, are you alright?” Phil asked from outside the bathroom door.

“No, I’m not, I just sucked my cousin’s dick because I’m an idiot who thought he was going to rat on me, and now I feel like more of an idiot because instead of just leaving the apartment, I locked myself in the bathroom.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he told her, although he couldn’t help thinking that she could’ve thought things through a little more before she came over to his apartment. “I’ll give you some time to calm down. I was planning to order a pizza before you came, I’m going to do it now. Do you want to share with me?”

“Can I have mushrooms?” she asked.

He told her ok and decided that he wanted mushrooms as well. The pizza came twenty minutes later just as Carrie came out of the bathroom, completely calmed down from her outburst before. Phil gave her another beer, and they both ate the pizza out of the box.

“I don’t blame you,” she began to say. “I’m an idiot for not thinking this through, I could have at least talked to you to see if you were going to tell on me or not.”

“I’m sorry for not stopping you,” he told her.

“Please, you’re a guy. You were offered a blowjob, of course you were going to take it,” she told him. “I’m sorry for putting you in this position. I just hope you don’t think I’m a total slut.”

“I don’t think that,” he told her. He actually did think it was a slutty thing for her to do, but he wanted to make her feel better. “You were just scared and confused. I just hope we can get passed this.”

“How do we do that?” she asked.

Phil suggested they take the pizza to the living room and enjoy a movie on Netflix. She thought that it was a strange idea but went along with it. Half way through the movie, they were enjoying themselves, laughing and replaying scenes they liked. She realized Phil was right, having a fun moment and eating pizza was a great way to make things better between two people. They watched one more movie, something that Carrie liked and they both enjoyed it. By the end, Carrie still felt bad about what she had done, but felt better about herself and thanked her cousin for making her feel good again.

She told him she was still going to be dancing at the club and that he could visit her. He said he couldn’t do that, but she assured him that she was ok it and that he already seen her naked so it was no big deal, and Phil agreed. Since then, when he saw her at the club and she wasn’t entertaining other guys in the private rooms, she sat with him to have a drink and have fun hanging out with each other. He only got one more private dance from her on his birthday and at her insistence, other than that they just had fun hanging out with each other.

THE END!!

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Old Family, New Loves Ch. 03

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Savannah was turning into my home. I was learning to love the ambience of this historic and enticing city. It had its modern parts, surrounding the inner core of beauty and tradition. Many of us avoided those areas of the city and stayed where we felt the depth of the history seeping into our hearts.

I had become a part of it. I had also become part of my new family. I’m Patricia, or Trish, if you remember.

Kate was not really a mother to me. She was more of an old friend and confidante. She had been my mother’s big sister, and had loved my mother almost as much as had I. Along with her husband Pierce, they made me feel that I was almost another daughter. But not quite.

I still had stirrings in my sweet parts when I saw them around the house with no clothing on. We all practiced nudity now. That is, Kate and Pierce and I. That was how I really knew I was considered a daughter. They always bared themselves, even when their children were around. They were naturists, it is true, and their progeny knew that. I always felt loved and welcome.

Like many of the older families in Savannah, there were rumors and gossip about this family. I haven’t given Pierce’s last name to protect them all from identity, and perhaps some speculation. But the rumor about their nudity was true, of course.

And I had grown to love being nude whenever I was at home. I could even sunbathe in the nude because our veranda was completely enclosed. I always went naked when the children were home. We didn’t often get visits because they were all busy young people. But when they did visit it was so much fun.

Having found a job in city hall, I would go to work every day now with Pierce. We were so close to our places of employment that we would walk. We went most of the way together, and then we would separate and he would go to his law office. My job was in the computerized mapping section of the Planning Department.

It was actually interesting work, developing maps of the city and surrounding areas. But I did love getting home in the evening, going upstairs to my room, and disrobing. I loved the freedom of nudity now. We would dine happily that way, drinking wine with dinner, and enjoying stories about work and play.

They would describe their trips to various resorts where naturists could be free to practice their sun worship. They had been taking those trips for most of their lives, and they had always told the children what they were doing. It seemed that they were pleased to continue recounting their stories to someone they could talk freely with about their nudist adventures.

As we grew closer they would even tell me a few stories of how they had also got into swinging. Kate had blushed when Pierce first brought it up, but that soon passed. I enjoyed hearing all of it. It did make me feel close to them. And it made me often go upstairs and play with some toys that Julia, their youngest, had given to me to please myself.

One morning Kate was excited. I could guess why. She loved it when one of her children was able to come home. During breakfast Pierce and I were eating, fully dressed, ready to go to work. Kate was naked and her breasts were bouncing up and down as she let me know that Samuel and his new girlfriend were coming for a visit.

This was good news. I had been here over a year now and only Chester and Julia had been able to come home. Now Samuel was coming, and I was pleased. Though we had all seldom seen each other, I still loved to visit with them all. Mom had regretted living so far away, but it had been her job, and then her sickness, that kept her from coming here more often.

The bedrooms of all the children had been kept ready for them to come home. I was sleeping in the room that Julia had shared with her sister Gwendolyn. We had made love here, when she initiated me into the world of sex. I had visited the room Chester slept in with his brother Samuel. He and I had made love there. That had been sweet.

I was certainly developing some wonderfully sensual memories of this house. Now Samuel and his sweetheart were going to be in that room. It had twin beds, but I assumed they would push them together. I was beginning to expect that every person in kaynarca escort this family would enjoy sex to the limit.

They arrived during the day, before Pierce and I arrived home. They were installed upstairs and were now down in the parlor with Kate, who was now fully clothed, of course. We would not be nudists in front of Samuel’s girl. I knew my cousin Samuel. I had last seen him at Mom’s funeral.

His girlfriend was a lovely little thing named Sandy. She was Asian looking. I couldn’t tell where her ancestors came from, but her English was perfect. She was completely American.

During the conversation it was revealed that she was born in Seattle of a Japanese mother and an American officer in the Navy. Her hair was black as night and her eyes were brown. She was dressed elegantly in a lovely sundress.

I could see she was tiny, but her breasts were rather larger than I expected from a Japanese girl. She was a graduate of the University of Georgia in Geography. I liked her immediately. She seemed so poised and cultured. I felt a little intimidated by her intelligence, but she was completely gracious and open.

We dined and then spent the evening learning all about each other. Mostly it was Samuel’s parents getting to know this new girl in his life. I was left out a little. But they brought me into the conversation enough that I never felt like an outsider. Sandy was especially interested in my work on maps, since she had lots of experience with Geographic Information Systems.

Anyway, the time passed and eventually Kate and Pierce went to their master bedroom on the main floor. Samuel, Sandy and I chatted for a few minutes more and then all went upstairs to our rooms.

I got ready for bed. I took my shower, which I do at night. Then I toweled dry and left all my clothes off, of course. It had taken me almost an hour to get ready for bed but I was in no hurry because tomorrow it was going to be Saturday.

Well, it already was now. I was still up after midnight. I had taken some time to send an email to Julia telling her I missed her and discussing her brother’s girlfriend. So I was climbing into bed when I thought I heard a cracking sound. It was faint, but I was curious. I climbed out of bed, slipped on a peignoir, and went out into the hall.

In the hallway everything seemed quiet. But then I heard another crack down the hall. I slowly tiptoed down there until I was outside Samuel’s room. The door was shut, but light was slipping out under the door.

I heard the crack again, and what could only be a moaning sound. I was frightened, but I needed to at least check and see if they were okay in there. I didn’t want to intrude, but this was so odd. I tapped on the door.

Just like when I had tapped on this door when Chester was staying here, I heard a scampering sound. This time the door was opened slightly by Sandy. She peeked out around the door and smiled at me. I could see her looking at me in the peignoir. I had forgotten that it was completely transparent.

She widened her brown eyes, and the door gap, and I saw she was dressed in a bustier holding up her brown tipped breasts. I could see her nipples were hard. She had no panties. Only black, silk stockings held up with garters, and ultra-high heels. Her pussy was shaved and the lips were swollen. I started getting moist, very moist.

“I was afraid something was wrong. I’m sorry to disturb you, Sandy. I guess it’s okay. I’ll just get back to bed.”

I wasn’t really wanting to get to bed. I was wanting to know what in the world was happening. I wondered where Sam was. Was he okay? Also, she was so arousing to me. I was reluctant to leave. I wanted to know what was going on. Even more, I wanted to know if I could be part of it. I was becoming a real slut, but I loved it actually.

“No, no Trish. I was thinking of you just a few moments ago. Tell me, are you a naughty girl? If you are I’ll show you something you’ll like. Want to come in? Please, let me entertain you.” And she laughed.

This was going to be interesting, I was sure. My pussy was already tingling. I loved this family! I eagerly entered the bedroom and there, stretched out on one of the orhanlı escort twin beds, with his wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts, was Samuel.

He was completely naked, and his ass and back showed the marks of what could only be some sort of whip. He was moaning. But I thought I heard him whispering for more, more.

Sandy was standing beside me, almost as tall as me with her high heels. She placed her arm around me. Then she handed me the whip she had in the other hand. It was leather, with about half a dozen straps attached to the handle. It felt oddly good in my hand. She smiled at me again.

“Go on, dear. He loves it. He wants it. Tell her you want it you little pussy boy! Tell her you need to be whipped. Speak up, or Mistress will be angry. Hear me, little slut boy?”

“Please whip me. Oh god, I want it. Yes I want it. I need to come Mistress. Please Trish, punish me. I’ve been bad, so bad.”

“I didn’t tell you to come yet. Don’t you dare you little prick. Whip his ass Trish. Do it. But take off the gown first. Alright dear? Let me see that lovely body. I lusted for you when I first saw you. Oh yes, I did.”

I was lusting for her too. I don’t know how she knew I liked girls, but I was happy she did. My pussy was so wet now. I think I was dripping. I put down the whip and stripped out of the peignoir. Then I picked up the whip and I slapped Sam’s ass. Not too hard. I was not sure how to do it right yet. I didn’t want to really hurt him.

“Don’t worry, Trish. Whip him so that you can see the mark. He won’t enjoy it any other way. I know that from experience. I’ve been his mistress now for months, and I have yet to have him ask me to stop. He loves it, and I love giving it to him. I think you may too. Go on. I’m just going to play with your pussy now. You want that, don’t you love? Sam, you want me to cram a dildo up her cunt, don’t you dear little prick?”

I smiled at her and she kissed my lips, and then got a thick, rubber dildo from her bag. She slowly inserted it and began to fuck me with it. I was beginning to moan, but I started whipping Sam at the same time.

I timed my strokes to the fucking I was getting. Every time she rammed it into me I whipped Sam’s ass or back, and he moaned with pleasure. Finally, I started coming so hard I had to stop. Besides, my arm was tired.

“Sandy, could I eat your pussy? You make me so horny.”

“Thought you’d never ask little girl. You’re a choice piece. I was creaming tonight just hoping I could get together with you. Let the little pussy boy stay there. You and I are getting on the other bed, and I’m going to come all over your pretty face, my dear. Come on, let’s share some pussy eating.”

I scampered over to the bed. I was completely naked and my nipples were aching because they were so hard. My pussy was leaking, just waiting for some lady tongue to lick it. I wanted to eat some pussy too. I was really hungry.

It had been too long. I lay supine on the bed with my legs spread apart. Sandy got over me and lowered her shaven pussy down to my lips, as she began to lick around my thighs, teasing me.

I spread her lips apart and licked them. I rubbed her clit with a thumb and ran another finger up her cunt to find her G-Spot. She whimpered a little as she kept licking my thighs, and began nibbling my cunt lips. Two soft lady mouths started sucking each other’s shaven pussy to get that sweet, honey cream.

I ran my tongue into her pussy and tried to fuck it hard and she did the same. Biting my labia she moaned again and began thrusting her pussy down onto my face. I almost couldn’t breath, but I wanted that cunt. I wanted it, and she wanted mine.

I was starting to squirt a little and she gasped as it hit her in the face. But she just giggled and kept licking me. I knew she was coming from all the juices flowing into my mouth. We were both coming and loving it.

With some exhaustion we separated at last and she rolled over to cuddle with me. Sam was still moaning over on the other bed. He was still begging to be whipped and to come. Sandy just looked at him and laughed. Then she looked at me, and she had a decisive look on her face.

“Do you want tepeören escort to help me give my sub a little pleasure? He’s been rather good tonight and I think he could use some reward. What do you say? You’re into cock aren’t you? Along with pussy? I am, and I thought you were the same.”

“Oh sure, Sandy. I love a good hard fuck. The harder the better. I love everything about sex. I think I’ve just found out I’m into dominance too. I’ll see how that goes in the future. Right now I’d love a hard cock in my pussy. I bet Sam would love to fuck something about now. He hasn’t come tonight, yet. Oh, my he must be getting blue balls along with the red ass shining in the light.”

I giggled and Sandy leaned over and kissed me. I almost forgot that I was going to get fucked. Her lips were so sweet and gentle on mine. But I pushed her away at last.

“Come on. Let’s do some fucking.”

She got up quickly and ran over to her bags. She searched until she found a strap on. I knew those well. I had lost my pussy virginity to one while Julia fucked me with it.

“I thought Sam was going to fuck me, Sandy? What’s with that?”

“Don’t worry my love. Let’s get Samuel up and standing. I want you to lean against the chifforobe and let him fuck your cunt from behind. Sound good? Sam, get the fuck up and do your job.”

She untied him, and he unsteadily rose and climbed off the bed. I felt sorry for him for a moment. Then, I remembered him begging for more whipping. He was enjoying this. His prick was hard, and it was nice and fat too. I loved to be fucked with a long, fat cock. This was going to be fun.

I leaned against the piece of furniture and Sam came up behind me. I was still wet and slimy from our cunnilingus so he could slip right into my pussy. He was eager to come. I guess he knew he was going to get to fill me with his jizz. I hoped so. I loved come, in my mouth and in my pussy.

I could feel him begin thrusting into me deeper and deeper, and it was so fucking good. I was shivering with passion; now and then I heard him groaning. I took a quick look back and saw that Sandy was now fucking him.

His ass was filled with her strap on. I had seen it, and it was a long one too. I know he was enjoying it because he increased his fucking. God, it was so fucking good. I was squealing with lust for more cock. I was begging now. I wanted to keep coming while he filled my pussy with his creamy seed.

Sandy was panting loudly and yelling at him to fucking come, because she was. She must have liked it when he shot at the same time that she had a huge orgasm. I felt one last, hard ram. His milk was filling me up. I could feel it running down my legs as he kept fucking slower now.

“You fucking little pussy! Did you come for her? Did you? I’m pleased tonight, you cunt lapper. I won’t punish you this time, little bitch. Okay, take your dirty cock out of her. Hear me little bitch? Take it out.”

Sam kissed the back of my neck as he pulled his limp prick out of me. I had to get down on my knees now. I wanted to suck it. I was hoping Sandy wouldn’t mind. I love sucking a cock, especially one covered with my pussy juices. I taste so good, you know?

I was gobbling his dick, and Sam was groaning because it was so sensitive now, after just coming. Sandy was laughing. I think she was just happy. This had been a good night for her. She got to whip her sub, and she got to suck my pussy, and she got to fuck the ass of her little pet.

When I finished with Sam’s cock I stood up, naked and glad, and grabbed Sandy. I put my arms around her and began feeding my tongue to her. She was kissing me back with fervor. Our lips were soft and yet forceful too. I loved making out with a pretty girl. She was beautiful. She was fine. I hoped she liked me too. I think she did.

After awhile I needed to get to bed. I said goodnight to Sandy and Samuel. He kept his head down for now. He was a sub when in the bedroom. Sandy said goodnight. I went out and back to my room. I didn’t hear any more noises. I wondered what other play they were up to. But I was too tired now. I slept quite well that night.

In the morning, I was downstairs before the two of them. Kate and Pierce were working in the kitchen and greeted me. I could see they were preparing a special breakfast for their beloved son, and his new girlfriend. I almost laughed out loud, but I didn’t. I had a thought, not his new girlfriend, but his new Mistress. What a fun family I was part of now.

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I want to kiss you for hours. Soft, wet, open-mouthed, sighing kisses. Feeding on your mouth, offering you mine in return. I want to kiss you until I can’t breathe. Until I’m sighing and gasping, but you don’t let me get ahead of myself. I want my lips to tingle with the taste of you, my breath to be filled with the smell of you, to live for those moments when you are my world.

I want to feel every inch of your body with my hands. To lose them in your hair, to catch myself on your broad shoulders, to wrap my hands around your arms, to slide my fingertips under your chin, to hold your mouth as we kiss, to slip my nails lightly across your chest, to trail my fingers down your stomach to your waistband, where you catch my hands gently in yours. Calming me. Slowing me down.

You release my hands to push my hair out of my face, stroking the long strands behind my ears, looking into my eyes as they see nothing but you. Caressing my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, my lips as I breathe you in. Then, your hands move across my shoulders, down to cup my breasts as I press up toward you, slipping down around my waist to pull me against you, but not hard enough to allow me to come… yet…

Finally, we realize that we won’t be happy until we’re naked. The hair on your chest tormenting me. Your thighs tight against mine, though you still don’t let me come. You know it would only take me moments to get myself off on you, to work myself tuzla escort all over you until I’m screaming. But you also know how to make me wait – and that it will only get better. Sweeter.

I want to rub my face on you, absorbing your taste, your smell, -you- through my skin. mouth open, sliding across your chin, licking and nibbling at your ears, you can hear me breathe, teeth skimming open over your neck, light enough to almost tickle, but driving you to want more just the same. As I move further down, you know that I want you in my mouth. I always want you in my mouth. But you’ve got another plan for me for now.

Your hand is gentle under my chin as you raise my face to look at you. Rolling me over, I sigh as you allow me nothing but respite. Your hands are as soft and unsatisfying as mine as you stroke my face, my neck that arches back for you, my sides, down to cup my sex, wet and heavy for you as ever, like a ripe peach. I’m breathing heavier, begging with every movement for you to take me, make me yours, but you’re still waiting. I’m still waiting. Back and forth your fingers slide through my wetness, tempting, pleasing, arousing, but never quite satisfying. When I think I can take no more, you pull back and do nothing but watch. Watch me writhe, watch me beg, watch me breathe, watch me watching you.

I want to sit up, taking you in my mouth, returning your teasing favors. On my own right now, I’d want nothing tuzla escort bayan more than to swallow you whole, and I pray that someday I can. But not tonight. I wrap my tongue around the head, licking at your sweet gift for me. I lift your balls with my tongue, pushing, licking, but not feeding. Not yet. This is not about how fast, or how hard, or how much, or how long. This is something else entirely tonight.

Moving back up, you lean back, allowing me to cover you. I’m so hot and wet at this point that you feel me when I’m still inches above you. Our lips meet again. Tasting, sliding, wet and soft, open and hot. As open and hot, wet and soft as my sex as we move together, not penetrating, just teasing, drawing it out. I’ve never been this wet, this hot, this open. This open.

Finally, with a subtle twist of my hips, you are no longer sliding back and forth, but resting in my opening. Not inside me. Not yet. Not until I shift my weight up on to my knees. Circling my hips to slide you ever so slowly deeper. Ever so slowly further into me, until there’s not the space of a thought between us. Until we share one breath, one thought, one heartbeat. A heartbeat that I can feel as I pause to enjoy the thought of you.

But, as much effort as you’ve put into calming me, into gentling me, into seeing that I can survive this, it’s just so much. I slide back, almost letting you slip out, only to rock back on to you. escort tuzla And I lose it. Every sense of control and decorum and pride that I’ve ever had, I lose in that moment. I am nothing but what you make me feel. You make me wild. Though I’m perfectly still above you, I’m trembling inside. I’m so close that I’m frightened. How do you do this to me? How do you take me so far? And do you promise to be there when I come back?

One hand slides up to the small of my back, pushing me onto you, against you, but denying me movement while the other slides up to cup the back of my neck, holding my mouth over yours as we kiss. Again with these soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses that break me open inside. Still not moving, I come. You can feel it inside me, though the rest of my body is still. I can’t take it any more, crying into your open mouth, the taste of my tears somehow as welcome to you as the taste of my cum.

I want to gather my wits enough to give you what you’ve given me. Slowly and deliberately, working myself up and down you. Pushing slowly yet promisingly against you. Until you can’t not push back. As rich and full and slow as honey, back and forth. As your hands reach for my hips, guiding me in pleasuring you, I lean down to take your mouth again. My hands tangle in your hair, holding your mouth still under mine, swallowing your breath and soft sighs as you get closer. And closer. Until you’re the one holding me still again as I feel you coming into me. Hot, and wet, and hard, and oh so… Feeling you fill me.

Bones melted, needs met, hunger sated, we sag against each other, grateful, drained, and safe from the world.

I want to make love with you tonight.

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I can’t think of too many other things that make a woman look more feminine than long, well manicured fingernails. Even hair, or lack of, doesn’t hold that stark reminder of feminine sexiness like fingernails do. I’ll never forget one encounter where my lover had her nails, all hers I might add, at a length of about an inch and a half in length. They were tapered down to a nice round pointed tip. She knows that I love the dark red colors, and this night she had painted them a dark red, almost burgundy color. She was very picky about her nail polish and always bought the expensive kind. I guess its like a auto body person picking out a color to paint a car. You want the finish to be perfect. In any case, the color she had picked was not only the perfect shade, but the polish had a depth to it once it was on the nail. Deep and rich with a perfect tone and sheen.

We had spent the hottest part of the day at poolside, which most times meant that poolside was accompanied by several mixed drinks. Hers were tropical, pina colada, and daiquiris’ while mine were basically spiced rum and coke. By the time we had decided to come in from the heat, we had already removed all of the clothing that we had on when we were at poolside, albeit skimpy enough to really not notice being now, nude.

The first ritual after sunning was to jump into a nice hot shower to rinse away the lotions and the chlorine from the sparkling pool water. Showering together was always fun. Getting to watch the other as they got all sudsy and glide the thick bubbles all around into all the nooks and crannies was always a turn on, visually. On a more practical side, the other could help when it came to washing the others back too, which always feels so damned good. I stood in the back and let her soap up first, not only to show a courtesy but to enjoy the view as well. There is something very sensual about seeing a naked woman all wet and lathered with bubbles. I have yet to refrain from helping to spread the lather around when we shower.

My arousal was quite obvious to her as I watched her glide and roam her hands over her entire body, watching as her fingers and nails would disappear from my sight under the thick lather or into the soft folds of her crotch and the crevasse of her tanned butt cheeks. She began to rinse and passed the bar of soap to me, as a runner would pass the baton in a relay race. I began to spread the soap all over my front, before dropping the soap to the floor of the shower.

As I began to slide the bubbles all around me, spreading the thick foam on my naked wet flesh, she knelt down to retrieve the skittering bar of soap. She looked up from her kneeling position, her face a mere two inches from my out stretched cock, and smiled as she said “ Heat get to ya?”. I smiled back and replied that the heat from the show of her washing got to me.

I stepped into the stream of the shower head tuzla escort and rinsed the front, watching the thick lather dissipate into the rushing water on the shower floor and disappear down the drain. When I turned to rinse my back side, she told me to keep my back to her. She gathered the thick lather from my shoulders and spread them over my back. As she massaged the bubbles into the flesh of my mid section, I felt a very relaxing feeling from her massage. Then with her nails, oh those long beautiful nails, I felt her begin to lightly scratch every inch of my back. It’s no wonder that a cat will arch it’s back when someone beings to scratch it. Which is exactly what I did, too. Oh my God! It felt delicious. She really surprised and aroused me though, when she moved one hand to my ass and began clawing at the thick meat of my right cheek. My cock sprang back to its rigidity when she did this. The massage and back scratching had relaxed me into a nice lull, causing me to lose some tinsel strength of my previous excitement.

I turned around, now facing her wet naked, nicely scented body. Her breasts glistened as the water beaded and ran down her chest and tummy, collecting into a nice funnel at the pelt of the Y shape of her crotch, and then down her legs to the floor. She taunted me by raking her crimson nails over her breasts, firm enough to leave little white streaks from the pressure and only to disappear as quickly as they had shown up. She slowly and firmly dragged her nails over each erect nipple, causing the pliable nubs to bend from the pressure, only to rebound with a more erect posture.

With her back to the wall, she leaned back and took her nails of each hand and placed them on each of her full pussy lips. She spread the lips apart and asked that I move so she could make sure that all of the soap was rinsed away. I did as she asked, but couldn’t resist a closer look and knelt down in front of her as she was still spread apart as she was when she rinsed. I could feel the thumping of water from the shower head as it rained on the back of my head as I looked at her long nails as they kept her pliant flesh spread apart. The thumping of the water matched the thumping of the blood, as it raced through my cocks pulse as I gazed. The look in her eyes was lustful as she peered down at me as I looked. I stuck my tongue out and leaned in the two inches to feel the soft velvety texture of her softest spot against my dripping tongue. I wagged my tongue across the slightly raised cover of her swelling clit. I felt my tongue as it met the talons that held her flesh apart so I may have a taste. I glided my hungry tongue over each of the claws, feeling the shiny smooth surface as I did. She released her lips and grabbed a thick handful of my hair with one hand and lifted slightly, guiding me back to an upright position.

Off to the bedroom we headed. Once there, pendik escort she stopped and turned and knelt down in front of me. She then placed each of her hands onto my chest and stomach. With her face level with my protruding cock, she opened her mouth and slowly slid my length into her hot mouth. Her tongue grazed and bathed my sensitive underside until the tip of my cock rested at the back of her throat. I felt that my balls were nestled tightly against the base of my cock base from excitement. Once she had me in her mouth as far as it would go, she then clamped her lips around the shaft tightly and began to lightly suck. At the same time, she dragged her nails down from my chest and over my stomach very slowly and deliberately. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was directly under the flesh that she was clawing. Her hands didn’t stop until I felt the nails lightly clawing around the base of my cock and finally scratching at my scrotum. She began bobbing her head back and forth on my engorged cock. With the suction that was created with her clamping her lips firmly around the base, each time she pulled her head toward the tip, it made the suction that much greater. All the while, her nails were raking my heavy balls until they hung back down into the sac. Knowing that I couldn’t take much more of this play, I stepped back from her.

I helped her to stand, and walked her to the wide bed. I crawled onto the bed next to her and slid my body onto her reclined position. I asked if she would spread herself for me as she had done in the shower. She smiled, before asking me if I had liked that, already knowing my reply. I slid off of her and repositioned my self so I could watch her play her tingling flesh with her crimson talons. At first she used the palm of one hand to rub her pubic mound while the other grasped at one breast. I was startled when she smacked her pussy with the fingers of her exploring hand. My surprise was her delight, and she smacked it again for good measure. Then she slid the other hand down to spread her soft folds apart. She only used two fingers, aligning the meaty folds between her first and second finger then spread them apart. My cock was burning with desire as I watched her two slender fingers, crowned with long burgundy claws, spread the puffy lips apart, exposing her flesh covered trigger. It was more than I could resist.

I lowered my head and began to taste her. Her fingers never faltered as she kept her lips apart for me. I licked hard over her now fully erect clit. It reminded me of a flesh speed bump. I put my lips on either side of her swollen bud and tried my best to create a suction, and then tug, hearing a small pop as it popped from my lips, only to dive back in again to repeat the same technique. Her moans were growing in intensity as I continued to lap and lick at her. I asked her if she was ready for some good loving. aydınlı escort She looked at me through glazed eyes and inserted two of her fingers deep into her soft pussy. She drew her fingers out. They glistened with her wetness. I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my lips. I slowly licked each finger, watching her watching me as I did. I slid my tongue under the long talons and tweaked the sweet nectar that had collected there as well.

I climbed atop her reclined and leg spread position. My aching cock slid easily into her folds. I felt her heat as my cock etched slowly into her hot tunnel, until my cum laden balls rested against the cheeks of her ass. I began to saw in and out of her, filling her with each stroke. My pace quickened after several minutes. I would fill her, then pull out an inch or so only to delve in again. I kept my short hard chopping strokes for a few minutes and replace those with long full thrusts, alternating from time to time. When I gave short hard strokes, I could feel my ball sac as it would cling to the sticky cheeks of her ass when I’d withdraw.

She told me that she wanted to change positions. I climbed off and she scampered onto the bed on all fours. She told me that she loved it this way. I replied that it wouldn’t be me to deny her what she longed for. Again, I easily slid my full length into her and began sawing in and out of her at a fervent pace. Her chest was resting against the pillows and she had one hand tucked under her, wildly massaging her clit. I could feel the tip of her clawed fingertip every few strokes as it would touch my cock as it pistoned in and out of her. Her moans were now turning into cries of passion. My balls ached with anticipation and I knew that I would “take her there” before I released my pent up lust. It was as if she heard my very thoughts. She took her one free hand and reached way down in between her thighs and began clawing at my churning balls while I thrust into her with long , hard , deep strokes. The enticing clawing sent my cum, bubbling from my depths and racing up from the base of my cock, as I cried out that I was going to “spurt hot cum” deep inside of her . Much to my relief and delight, she came exactly at the same time as the first jet of cum spewed from the tip of my convulsing cock. I felt the walls of her pussy rapidly grasping my cock as her climax began and then started to ebb as her waves of desire flowed from her.

Completely spent, I withdrew from her and as she rolled and lay down I lay down next to her. After we regained a more regular breathing pattern, I told her that it felt as if I had cum a lot. She slid two fingers deep into her dripping punani and pulled them out. Her fingers were smeared completely from her knuckles to the tips of her long nails with our emulsification of juices. Her crimson nails were clouded by the thick creamy color. As I had done before, and much to her surprise, I grabbed her hand and licked our fluids from one of her fingers and nail. She smiled, and repeated the same thing that I had just done. We then kissed each other deeply, tasting our efforts before she snuggled to me as I cradled her into my arms for a nice rest.

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I had a suspicion that my older brother Jared had been snooping in my room; nothing I could put my finger on, but things weren’t exactly the way I left them when I had gone to school that morning. I wasn’t too worried about it: the things that would have been really bad for him to find were all safely locked in a box under my bed. Nothing was missing, nothing seemed to have been disturbed… but I was pretty sure that I hadn’t left the panties I wore yesterday on top of the pile of dirty clothes. No, they had been buried under my pajamas, I was pretty sure of that.

Jared was home from college that semester, living at home and working to save up money. The idea of him rooting through my dirty underwear just wouldn’t get out of my head. He wasn’t a bad looking guy really. He was tall and lean, and the only blond in the family. He had filled out since he had left for college; he was definitely a man now. I was eighteen, tall and gawky, in my senior year of high school. If he hadn’t been my brother…

The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. I was a virgin at the time; I hadn’t dated much, and the only boy I had ever dated had broken my heart the last summer. I knew that my body had changed a lot in the last few years, and I was insecure about it. I wanted to be sexy. I wondered what Jared did with my panties. I wondered if he masturbated with them. I kind of liked the idea, though I knew I shouldn’t. I decided to try an experiment.

That night, after I got myself off (thoughts of Jared and the bulge in his jeans kept coming unbidden into my head and I had to push them away), I pressed the crotch of the underwear I had been wearing that day against my pussy. I wiped my wetness into them. I held the damp material to my nose. My scent was all over them. I left them on top of the big stack of dirty clothes in my closet. Then I pulled a hair from my head and laid it across them.

When I got home from school that afternoon, Jared was still at work. He did noon to ten o’clock shifts, six days a week. I ran up to my room and checked the closet. Sure enough, the hair was missing, and I was sure that my panties had been moved. So it was true; someone had been messing with my dirty underwear, and I knew it wasn’t Mom. Somehow I found that really exciting.

I was bold that night. I wore my red thong, my “first date” underwear, as I called it, to bed. I fucked myself hard with my vibrator, leaving the panties on, pulled to one side. Needless to say, they got soaked. I moaned out loud when I came, as loud as I dared. Jared’s room was next to mine, and I found myself half hoping that he could hear me through the wall.

The next morning, after making my bed, I took a deep breath and made my decision. kurtköy escort I left the red thong (still damp and reeking of my sex) sitting on the top sheet of my bed. I got a piece of paper and a pencil and left a note next to them:

JARED-
I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING
-A

All day at school I thought and worried about what would happen when he found the note. Or maybe I had been making it all up. Maybe the hair I had left the other day had just blown off. What did he think about when he borrowed my underwear? Did he jerk off to them? I kind of hoped he did. I kept getting excited thinking about it. What kind of a pervert was I? I had a hard time concentrating on schoolwork.

When I got home, I ran straight to my room. My panties were still there, untouched as far as I could tell, and there was a new note next to them:

ANDREA-
I’M REALLY SORRY. I WON’T ANYMORE.
-J

I felt really bad. I hadn’t meant it that way. I didn’t want him to feel bad. It wasn’t as if he was hurting me. When we were younger, I used to borrow magazines from under his bed, and he had never said anything, though I suspected that he knew. Anyway, I didn’t really want him to stop.

I hadn’t been in his room since he had been home from college. It was tidy (not like mine), and quite bare. Just his clothes in the closet and his shoes next to the neatly made bed. No decoration, just a few books. I looked under the bed, but no magazines there; they had gone away when he had left for college, and apparently hadn’t come back with him. It seemed more like a hotel room than someone’s bedroom. I left the dirty red panties on the middle of his bed with a new note:

J-
IT’S OK I DON’T MIND.
YOU CAN BORROW THEM
-A

I wondered what he would think when he found them. I was tense all evening. Mom asked me what was on my mind. I told her I had a lot to study for in school. I made sure to be in my bedroom before Jared got in; I didn’t want to run into him before he found my note. I was confused and anxious. I didn’t even masturbate that night.

When I got home from school the next day, there were my panties on my bed, with another note next to them:

A-
THANKS!!
(IF YOU REALLY DON’T MIND)
-J

I really didn’t mind. And so, believe it or not, this is how things went: every night I would masturbate with my panties on, or wipe my come into the crotch of that days panties; the next morning I would leave them sitting on my bed for my brother. I rarely saw Jared at home, with him working and me in school, but when we did see each other, he never said anything, and neither did I. It was as if nothing was different.

The next week I had a Monday off. “Teachers aydıntepe escort Planning Day” or something. Kind of a non-holiday, but I wasn’t complaining. I took the rare opportunity to sleep late. I half woke up around seven when Mom left for work, but I rolled over and went back to sleep. Usually by now I would be getting ready to start first period history. Staying in bed was such a luxury! I dozed on and off, and started to think about getting up.

When my bedroom door opened, I woke with a start. I had forgotten all about “The Panty Game”, as I called it to myself. Of course Jared was coming to my room to get the panties I had left for him. Or would have left for him, if I had remembered. I was, in fact, still wearing them.

When Jared saw me, half sitting up in bed, he turned bright red. “I’m sorry” he stammered, backing out of my room “I didn’t realize you were home.”

I felt oddly calm just then, sitting there in my pajamas, my hair all over the place. “No, its ok Jared” I said “I forgot. You don’t have to go.”

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was looking at the floor, not making eye contact with me. I knew he was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. I sat up and smoothed my hair out of my face. “Do you still want to borrow my underwear?”

He nodded, still not meeting my eyes. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind.” I said “actually I think it’s kind of sexy. What do you do with them anyway? Do you wear them?

“Oh no!” he answered quickly.

“Do you masturbate with them then?”

He nodded. “I like… I like the way they smell.”

“It’s ok” I said “It’s only natural. I mean guys like pussy right? And my underwear smells like my pussy… its all about pheromones.” I realized that my nipples were getting erect. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my pajama tops and I wondered if Jared could see.

“Thank you Andrea” he said “This is really embarrassing for me” he added.

“Listen” I said, and now it was my turn to blush “Would you mind if I watched once?”

“You mean?”

“Yeah… while you masturbate with my panties.”

“Ok” he said “If you want me to.” He sat down on the edge of my bed.

“You don’t have to” I said, “If it makes you uncomfortable.” I was blushing hard, my heart was racing, but my pussy was getting damp.

“No” he said “It’s only fair really.”

There was a long pause.

“Hey” I said “Would you like to borrow my underwear?”

He laughed “Yeah” he said “I would like that.”

Under the sheets, I squirmed out of my panties. I wasn’t wearing anything fancy, I remembered with a little regret, just white cotton bikini briefs. I handed them to Jared. tuzla içmeler escort I noticed that the crotch was a little wet.

Jared took them shyly, then held them to his face and inhaled deeply. I realized that I was incredibly turned on. I let a hand slip under the sheet, softly and unobtrusively caressing my slit.

Jared looked at me once, shrugged as if to say “What the heck”, unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of them. He was wearing boxers, and his cock made a huge tent in the material. A little trail of fur led down from his navel, promising hidden delights below. I had never seen an actual cock before, and my pussy was drooling with anticipation.

He pulled off his boxers, and his cock sprung free. It was even better than I had hoped. I mean I had seen pictures, and read stories, so I had a pretty good idea what to expect, but I hadn’t imagined how sexy and delicious it would look. I also didn’t think it would be so big. It was bigger than my vibrator, but not so big that it was really intimidating. “God, I could take that.” I thought involuntarily. His balls were drawn up tight, and a clear drop of fluid glistened at the end of the swollen purple head.

He started stroking it, his face buried in the crotch of my moist panties. Under the sheets, I diddled myself in time with him. I couldn’t believe how tight he held his cock. It was red and purple and totally excited. I knew I was close. Jared was pumping himself faster and faster, till his hand was almost a blur. Finally he shouted and come shot out of his cock, all over my sheet. It was amazing how much came out, gobs and gobs of pearly white, and it kept on leaking out as his cock wilted. He lay there, breathing hard for a few minutes, his eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his lips. My dirty panties lay on the bed next to his face. With a groan, my hips bucked and I came. I rode the waves of my orgasm, coming and coming. When I was done, I held my slimy fingers out to him. “Do you like the way this smells?”

He surprised me by licking my fingers clean. “I have to go to work now.” He said “Thank you Sis.”

He put his boxers and jeans back on as I lay there, head reeling. Then he left, shutting the door after himself. On impulse, I stuck my tongue out and sampled the biggest puddle of semen. It wasn’t bad, a little salty. It tasted like sex. I licked it all off my sheets, swallowing hungrily. I couldn’t believe how much he had shot out. I wished I could shoot like that.

I realized that I was still incredibly turned on. I pulled the vibrator out of the box under my bed, and quickly gave myself another orgasm. I couldn’t help imaging that the buzzing latex tool in my pussy was Jared’s swollen cock, spewing come inside me as my cunt shook.

Afterward, I lay there, head spinning with guilt and confusion. Knowingly letting my brother borrow my panties was one thing, a little naughty maybe, but basically harmless. This was something else; I had crossed a line this morning. I was a pervert now, and I knew it.

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