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The loud alarm awoke Stephen from his deep sleep where he had been dreaming of his encounter with Darcy the night before. It was a mild, yet cooler, Friday morning and Stephen could not stop thinking about her. It was just 5:30, but Stephen had a busy day ahead of him. Walking towards the bedroom window to catch a glimpse of the breaking of a new day, Stephen headed to the bathroom to take a long and much-anticipated shower. He undressed as he stepped into the shower to enjoy the warmth of the water on his skin and his growing erection.

Stephen tried to muffle his moans as he stroked his swollen cock, remembering Darcy’s tight pussy from the night before, wishing she were there with him now. Stephen’s mind wandered, imagining his head buried deep between Darcy’s legs while she rested on the edge of the tub with the water cascading over her swollen clit. Using the hand shower, Stephen directed the warm spray directly onto her swollen clit while his tongue started to explore her glorious, velvety smooth pussy. He then proceeded to stick his thick finger, into her tight fuck hole, which made him moan even louder. Fortunately, Alexia was already in the kitchen getting ready for her day so his sounds went unnoticed. Finally, with one last stroke of his cock, he released his hot creamy cum as Darcy reached orgasm, her body quivering uncontrollably from the touch of his tongue and lips. Back to reality, Stephen finished his shower and knew if he did not see Darcy soon, it would drive him insane.

Stephen picked out his usual Valentino suit and matching dress shoes as well as his navy blue and black tie as he dressed for the day. He made his way downstairs and grabbed a quick bite to eat along with his coffee before heading out the door. He had already choreographed a plan to get Darcy back in his home where, the two of them would fuck for hours. Stephen hopped into his navy blue Range Rover Sport, and headed to work for an important meeting with a merger client. He glanced at his Rolex, and saw it was 9 am; throwing caution to the wind, he gave Darcy a call.

Darcy awoke to thoughts of Stephen tonguing her shaved, silky pussy the day before. She was beginning to get aroused at the idea of meeting him again so they could continue where they had left off. Darcy was startled back into reality when her phone rang. Answering it, she heard Stephen’s voice.

“Darcy; Hi, its Stephen. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, no. I am just laying in bed,” she replied with a smile on her face.

Stephen had about an hour to kill, so he decided to take the long route to work. His plan was to extend his conversation with Darcy with the hopes of making her cum.

“Perfect, how long have you been awake?”

“About an hour and to be honest, I woke up feeling extremely horny.”

“Oh yeah? Hmm, well I think I could most certainly help you with that.”

“Is that so, well Sir, do tell, how exactly you are going to make me cum this morning,” Darcy replied.

“Good gaziantep ateşli escort bayan girl, I want you to take off your thong, right now,” he said demandingly.

Darcy did as she was told. She loved seeing a new, dominant side of Stephen that she had not seen before.

“It is off Sir. Now what do you want me to do?” she asked innocently.

“Mmm, that a girl. Now take your fingers and place them on the outside of your silky smooth pussy lips for me. Start caressing your pussy, and make yourself squirm, imagining me doing those things to you right now,” he said, in a seductive tone.

Darcy obeyed his command, and began sliding her fingers along the outside of her now swollen pussy lips. She then began to slowly slide her index and middle fingers into her pussy. She could feel how hot and wet she was getting for him.

“Mmm, oh fuck baby, my pussy feels so good,” she said.

“That’s it baby; now fuck your pussy for me. Oh god, you sound so fucking hot, you’re making my cock rock hard with your moans,” he said seductively.

“Oh Yes, Oh Yes, mmmm fuck, ugh yes, Oh baby, I’m going to cum. Ohhhh Yesss, mmmm fuck,” she said, as she collapsed into her bed.

“Mmm babe, if you keep moaning like that I’ll ditch work and come fuck your tight little pussy for hours,” Stephen said with excitement.

Darcy had just had the best orgasm ever, and she didn’t even have to use her one of her many toys; just the powerful voice of Stephen Hazelwood had done the trick.

“Oh baby, that was so amazing, it felt so powerful and intense,” she replied happily.

“I want you to do me a favor,” he said demandingly.

Darcy answered with anticipation in her voice, “Sure, whatever you want, Sir.”

“Dress yourself like you’re going to the beach, and wear your sluttiest bikini for me. Bring a change of clothes, so nothing looks suspicious with the kids, and drive over to my house at 3 o’clock; I’ll meet you there.”

“Three it is; see you then, Stephen.”

Just as Stephen had asked, Darcy found her sluttiest bikini – a maroon Victoria’s Secret bikini, which flaunted her perky 38D tits quite nicely and accentuated her tight, athletic body. After putting it on, Darcy examined her impressive figure in a full-length mirror. She finished preparing herself for Stephen by putting her hair into two braids and donning a modest cover-up so her parents wouldn’t question her as she left the house. Darcy grabbed her keys and she was out the door. Stopping by In-N-Out to grab some lunch, she headed over to Stephen’s place. Before she knew it, it was already 2:45, so she had to hurry. Darcy pulled into the driveway and noticed Stephen’s Range Rover was already parked in the driveway.

“Shit,” she thought to herself, “he must be wondering what the hell is taking me so long.”

Darcy made her way, to the front of the door, rang the doorbell and waited very anxiously for bakımlı escort gaziantep Stephen to appear.

“Darcy!” he said very excitingly and happily as he reached out to give her a full body hug.

“Stephen!” she replied happily.

This man was drop dead gorgeous. His crystal blue eyes could instantly make any girl weak in the knees. Not to mention, his wavy, short blonde hair and amazing smile.

“Come in, gorgeous.” Stephen said. Darcy blushed and entered the house. He held her hand and proceeded to show her the outdoor pool in the backyard.

“Oh my god, your pool is absolutely stunning,” Darcy exclaimed, “May I?” she asked with a mischievous smirk on her face as she pointed to the pool.

“By all means, babe,” Stephen replied, “Jump right in.”

Darcy removed her cover up ever so slowly to tease Stephen, finally revealing her tight body, before she stepped into the slightly warm water.

“Come on in, the water feels amazing!” she shouted.

“Oh babe, you know I will,” Stephen responded as he removed his shirt to reveal his light blue Ralph Lauren swim trunks.

Stephen slowly entered the pool, and swam up next to Darcy. He started to kiss her passionately and whispered into her ear, “I love your swimsuit, babe.”

“Why thank you, Sir;” Darcy said playfully, “I picked it out especially for you.” Darcy’s moved closer to Stephen and began to kiss him passionately while slowly sliding her hand under his swim trunks to pull out his already rock hard cock.

Stephen, not wanting to fall behind, unclasped Darcy’s swimsuit top, to reveal her beautiful breasts. Her nipples, already swollen and hard, were practically begging for his mouth to be around them. Stephen’s placed his strong hands on her juicy melons guiding one of them into his mouth. He began to suck slowly, taking time to swirl his tongue around her rock hard nipples, making her moan ever so slightly. Stephen increased his intensity as he sucked Darcy’s nipples harder and faster while his fingers slowly slipped off the rest of her bikini. Stephen guided Darcy to the edge of the pool, gently sitting her on to the top pool step so his head was level with her wet pussy. He let Darcy rest here as he slowly began to licking her pussy, swirling his tongue all over her swollen and soaking wet clit. Stephen’s tongue darted in and out of Darcy’s pussy, faster and deeper into her tight fuck hole, until Darcy body began to quiver, and as her she experienced her second orgasm of the day. Her hot pussy juices flowed into Stephen’s mouth and dribbled down his chin as he licked Darcy clean.

“Oh baby, you know exactly how to tongue fuck my pussy,” she said excitingly.

“Mmm, you taste so delicious, Darcy. I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy all day,” Stephen replied.

Stephen then slipped off his swim trunks and his rock hard cock sprang up towards Darcy’s dripping wet cunt. He pulled Darcy gaziantep bayan escort towards him as his 9-inch shaft disappeared inch by inch into her soaking wet pussy. Darcy began to moan even louder than before; her soaking wet pussy extremely tight, just the way Stephen liked it. He increased his rhythm, fucking Darcy harder and faster. Darcy was on the verge of another orgasm until Stephen stopped and pulled his cock from her pussy. Giving Darcy a reassuring smile, Stephen gently lifted her up, turned her around so her knees were on the top step with

her elbows on the pool edge, and began to pound her tight pussy from behind. Darcy held on to the edge of the pool, as Stephen pounded her tight cunt with his thick cock deeper and faster. Stephen was close to reaching an orgasm. Stephen screamed, “I’m cumming, babe,” as he released his load of hot and creamy cum deep inside Darcy’s pussy. Feeling Stephens cock get even larger at the point of his orgasm sent Darcy’s body into a spasm that ended in another tremendous orgasm for her as well. Stephen held onto Darcy’s hips as he pulled back slightly to allow his cock to be spit out by her tight pussy, followed by his oozing cum which dripped down the back of Darcy’s legs. Darcy gave Stephen a devilish look, turned around, and kissed him hard on his lips. Stephen grabbed her ass, and in the process, squeezed it hard.

Stephen and Darcy both got out of the pool, and she grabbed her towel and proceeded to get dressed. Stephen grabbed his swim trunks and his towel and started to dry himself off. The two of them headed back inside and Stephen headed upstairs to take his shower. Darcy glanced at her Tag Heuer watch, and realized it was almost 4 o’clock!

Darcy, quickly hopped into the guest bathroom and took a body shower to rinse off the chlorine and Stephen’s cum from her body. She didn’t want Alexia to notice the familiar smell of Stephen’s sex on her and get suspicious. After changing clothes, Darcy walked downstairs to make the boys an early dinner. Today she decided to make them a BLT with French fries. Darcy heard the two boys racing from the front door and into the kitchen. Both Ethan and Cody greeted Darcy and their father who was right behind them to swoop them off their little feet to give them each a kiss on their foreheads. Darcy and Stephen both gave each other a reassuring, yet mischievous look.

Darcy served the boys their dinner and sat down next to them while Stephen was infatuated with Darcy’s beauty once again. Her dark brunette hair and her captivating hazel green eyes, made him melt almost instantaneously. Her soft and supple olive complexion, gave her an almost goddess like appearance. Stephen always had a love for Iranian women. Their dark hair and dark features, not to mention their ravishing beauty that he adored which is why he was particularly excited for Darcy to become his children’s nanny. It was almost a dream come true for Stephen. When Darcy was hired, he knew he could fuck her for days on end, behind his wife’s back, and she would be completely clueless about it. Alexia was always tired after the long shifts in the ER and when they did have sex, it was quick, only to let Stephen cum inside her to fulfill her wifely deed. The romance and excitement was absent in their sex lives and Stephen knew he had found a special person whom he was going to make passionate love to for a long time.

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Dedicated to a special guy, in Cleveland…

This is another true story… At least, it was totally real for Todd. Bet you wish you could work with him, too? Huh?

I started at Piper and Associates in July. I loved my previous job at Mulligan, where the salary and conditions were superior and so I was nearly devastated when my position was eliminated in a series of cost cutting measures. I could not imagine that my new position at Piper would ever match the benefits I had previously had at Mulligan.

I met nearly everyone the first week on the job and was really impressed with the friendliness of everyone at Piper. I was soon assigned to the Northeast Division with Jack, Martin, Joe and Todd. Martina Smith was our project coordinator. All were real prime lookers, but Todd had a certain something extra that captured my attention. It might be his real deep voice? It made me fantasize about what he would sound like with his tongue buried, deep between my legs. Yummy. He made my insides jiggle every time he said anything. Sex, pure sexual arousal radiated from every pore in his extra lean body.

Maybe what intrigued me was his chocolate brown eyes or his chocolate brown hair with the bit of gray at the temples? He had a wonderful head of dark brown hair (the kind of hair you yearned to run your fingers through, thick but very soft).Yeah, maybe that was what excited me so much.

Todd was kind of on the thin side (physique wise), but tall and broad shouldered, and he had a wonderfully dry sense of humor. Yeah, maybe that was what excited me so much. The image, in my mind, of his equally thin, but very long cock hiding in his trousers. Was it bullet shaped? Or did he have a thick shaft and a bulbous helmet on top? Ah, the possibilities that filled my head knowing his cubicle was only fifteen feet away from my own.

Darn and drat! It was just too bad that we had to work together because even at Piper interoffice dating was frowned upon although NOT a prerequisite of termination. But he is sooooooooooo gorgeous and Todd figured prominently in my bedtime masturbation rituals. I wondered what he wore to bed? What part of my body he would kiss first, once I got him between the sheets. Was he a breast and tits man? Did he like to give oral pleasures?? Or was he one of these guys who wasn’t into oral, but rather liked to slip their well lubed cocks right inside and then proceed to slowly (ever so slowly) slide their battering ram in and out for a long ten, twenty, forty minutes until your pussy was dredged in wetness. I did not know what Todd’s particular sexual style was, but Boy, was I game to find out.

Of course, as I was inevitably to find out, Todd did not lead the exciting kind of life that I imagined (well, with that body I could imagine the girls throwing themselves at his luscious bod). He was, in fact, a bit of a homebody. A single father of teenagers and totally devoted to his brood, his life was a social pretzel that involved car pools, baseball practices, soccer games, and a confusing schedule of pickups from after school jobs and deliveries to orthodontic appointments. Todd’s desk and vocabulary were liberally sprinkled with the events of his children’s lives. He never mentioned the status of a wife, I only know there wasn’t one handy.

The one thing I was completely sure of. There was no time left in Todd’s busy life for dating or relationships. It seems to me that Todd did not even recognize the loss in his life. I wondered if he spent his evenings with the ol’ one-handed masseuse. Or maybe he was celibate by choice, being one of those dudes with an especially low sex drive? I wondered if he would just love for me to sneak into his bedroom, crawl up from the bottom of his bed, under the top sheet and slide up between his legs to the heart of his arousal. I would love to grasp his flaccid shaft and lick it, and rub my wet lips around the head of his dick until it filled and stiffened and I heard him moan in his dreams. Yummy, I know I would love to suck on his lollipop until I reached the juicy center. Oh, I would love to try out that sweet Todd. I bet he does taste yummy. I sure wished I could squeeze some time into his affections, somewhere.

By September, I was all settled in and very comfortable at Piper and Associates and being groomed to assume more responsibilities. When our project manager Mr. Shauffner suggested that I was ready to make a ‘road trip’, that is, a sales trip to visit and reassure our clients that Piper was doing everything in our power to uphold their interests and to bring them increased revenues. Normally, Martina and Joe were assigned to make the majority of our client meetings, but it was time for me to assume some of that workload. And, Boy, was I ever ready to.

From the beginning, my assigned partner in training was Jack (yeah, slothly Jack with the mental maturity of a fourteen-year-old boy and the toilet bowl sense of humor). But Jack did not really care to travel and, incidentally, he had escort antep a difficult time keeping up with our client’s demands (that is, he didn’t smile very well when they made outrageous suggestions). At the last minute, Mr. Shauffner drafted Todd to join me on the business trip to Boston. I was thrilled. First, I knew Todd could handle it better than Jack. But, secondly, I was already thinking this might be an opportunity for Todd and I to get to know each other a whole lot better. Yeah, this was going to be a really great opportunity.

We arrived at the hotel an hour after our plane landed in Boston. The hotel was a quaint, very old fashioned brick hotel that had been erected in the last century. But there were not very many choices of lodgings available in Boston that weekend; as the big computer tech convention had been scheduled the same weekend as Harvard and MIT had their perspective students introduction to entice parents to enroll their babes in their prestigious programs.

When we arrived at the Dalton Inn and found our reservations completely screwed up (and I do mean royally screwed up) and that the hotel had booked Todd and I into the same room. Well, that might be because I do have a boy’s first name and they may have thought we were two business ‘men’ traveling, rather than a business man and woman. But there was no alternative they could offer us, since every single room was booked in their establishment as well as all the hotels in the immediate area of our client’s offices. I stood paralyzed, wondering what I would do? But Todd reassured the concierge that we were adults and could handle being roommates for the weekend and that we had no problem with this snafu, whatsoever.

Well, I was not so sure I had no problem rooming with Todd, but it incensed me that he had no problem. He, obviously, figured there could be no sexual indiscretions with ME!! Well, I was just so insulted by his easy dismissal of my erotic possibilities. The nerve of that man!

After quickly stowing our luggage in ‘our’ room. We decided dinner (and a glass of wine or two for me) was clearly in order before we climbed into our beds. Todd changes into skin hugging blank slacks and a tight black turtleneck sweater. God, he looked so sexy with his lean physique. I could not help noticing his muscular chest and shoulders under the knit of his sweater. And, wowzers, below the belt! It sure looked like he managed a nice arousal in the elevator on the way down to the ground floor. If not, he had some kind of wonderful private equipment hiding ( but not hiding very well) behind his zipper.

What was his private name for his member? I knew every man had a personal name for his penis. Just like that appendage was a separate individual with a separate personality and a separate mind of its own. I guess it is a guy thang? And, indeed, I have met a few cocks that bore little resemblance to the man processed them! I wondered if this was the case with Todd? His personality seemed reserved. I had already seen that his cock seemed quite animated. I was really beginning to speculate on the coming ‘evening’.

We headed for the restaurant that the concierge recommended called Oleana, which turned be one of the best-regarded Italian restaurants in Boston. It was a small, romantic café with a wonderful Mediterranean atmosphere. The romance may not have been lost on Todd, as his demeanor softened and he seemed to hang on every word that I said during dinner.

Dinner was wonderful and we chatted comfortably like old friends who had known each other for years. This totally amazed me, as I did not think we had anything in common. Todd was totally relaxed, but attentive. He laughed at my jokes, what a turn on that always is. I thought he was a darling, so good-looking he made my insides quiver. I suspected his body was perfect, smooth and graceful and admirably proportioned. I couldn’t help wondering what his cock and balls were like, the texture of his scrotum, and the shape of his glans. Oh dear, thinking about him was exciting the daylights out of me. My panties were damp imagining every naked inch of his body. Too bad we were in a restaurant.

We walked companionably back to our hotel, to turn in. The wine had left me feeling very drowsy inside. Todd took my hand and slipped it around his elbow and hugged his arm and my hand, close to his body.

He didn’t talk on the way back (and that was comfortable, too) and when we entered the elevator he didn’t attempt to steal a kiss. I thought he might have done so because his arousal was clearly back in his pants (bigger and better than ever, it appeared to me). Yummy, he was one fine looking male body! And I longed to run my hands all over it.

Todd made no move to approach me or touch me, in the elevator, nor back in out room. Darn and drat. My horniness quotient was nearing the red zone. I was really..really..really ready.

Todd immediately grabbed his small shaving escort araban kit and with a backwards, “ I’ll take the bathroom, first”, he disappeared inside.

Left in the silence of his wake, I got busy gathering up a night gown, robe, cleanser and moisturizers: my normal evening ritual. I also gathered up my favorite scented body oil (well, ya never know? He might be interested later?)

Todd emerged and bowed me into the bathroom. I could not help noticing that he wore no pajamas or robe, but was still in his street clothes.

He saw the question in my eyes and chose to satisfy my curiosity, “ I sleep in the nude”, he informed me, shrugged his shoulders, “ I had planned to sleep alone so I didn’t even bring any PJs. Hope you don’t mind too much?”

My body and my mind, running on automatic pilot, skipped (No, I am evidently not too old to skip, I found out) into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me. My heart beating at a furious pace, my head spinning. Naked? Oh, yeah, Baby! I liked it. I like it like wowzers. I changed, brushed, combed, slathered and rinsed in record time. Then slipped quickly back into the bedroom suite we shared.

The lights were muted. Todd was already in bed (what bad luck there) and seemed to be settled in for the night. I frowned to myself and scurried between the sheets of my bed. I lay there for a few minutes before Todd rolled over and clicked off the light switch.

Laying in the bed, in the dark and fantasizing about the naked hunk in the bed next to me. I couldn’t help it. My own body betrayed me. By now my body was screaming for attention, my baser lusts demanding some hands on physical satisfaction. My left hand slipped beneath the covers (is that why Catholic girls were admonished to keep both hands above the cover?) and pulled down my flimsy panties. Then, reached two fingers between my labia, separating the lips to find my pussy already wet and soaked with the juices of my imagination. I rubbed and frigged the clit till I could not resist a moment more, the electricity reaching though every nerve ending in my body. My self-induced orgasm overtook me and finally a soft moan escaped my mouth.

Wow! I was so turned on. So Hot. All the while that I was masturbating myself, I was imagining Todd’s hard, aroused body pressed into mine. And in my mind, he felt soooooo good. So good, in fact, that a mini orgasm burst through my senses. Followed by a long sigh. Wow! I wondered if I had made as much noise as it had seemed to my ears. I wondered if Todd heard the gasp of my release? What in the world would he think of me? And my wanton and slutty behavior? Sheesh……

I heard the other bed creek and the covers rustle and felt a breeze the heralded Todd’s trip to the bathroom. I had an elusive whiff of his masculine, citrus scented aftershave. Whatever brand he used, it smelled delicious.

I HAD to do something to get my mind off THIS!!! I grabbed the television remote control and hit the power-ON button. Clicked it furiously several times. And? Nothing. No sound, nor any motion on the screen (not even that annoying white dot in the middle of the screen) . Nada.

Oh, well, I thought to myself, ‘Nice try, girl’.

Ugh! My body radiated frustration. Sexual frustration. Just then I heard the toilet flush and then the bathroom door open and close in the dark and heard the shuffles as Todd returned to his bed. My eyes followed in the gloom, where I imagined his fine, nude form must be. I could tell he was near, between our two beds.

***Ping** **Ping** **Ping***

We both froze as the TV chose that moment to come instantly to life, bathing the entire room in a 20-watt glow. Catching Todd, like a deer caught in the headlights, mid-stride, but short of the sanctuary of his bed sheets.

I glanced up at Todd (still as a statue) right beside me, his navel right at my eye level. My eyes were drawn to his flat belly, with its thin line of dark hair leading down to his curly nest of dark groin hair framing (as it were) his wonderfully long, smooth bullet shaped cock. A nicely engorged cock, I must say.

I knew I should say something but what? I should at least meet his eyes, but with his best asset, like a feast before my starved eyes, I could not take my gaze from the prize I had long fantasized about, hidden until now under his pressed Dockers. Wow! What an exceptional tool he had kept from me. It was absolutely fantastic. Yummy yum yum.

I must have smacked my lips because Todd asked me, “Ya wanna sucker, little girl?” I didn’t move my head but I did finally glance up at him. I was thinking he meant his remark to be kind of cute, but there was no humor in his eyes. Nor did he show any embarrassment what so ever that I was gapping intimately at his nearly full arousal (but after all, he had NOTHING to be embarrassed about, did he?).

“Yeah?” I asked him, finally reminded of his question.

“Oh, yeah, Baby”, he replied, gaziantep arap escort bayan anticipation clouding his eyes.

I could no longer resist, and eyed the long, shiny cock before me. I reached for the thickening shaft. My fingers carefully explored the head of his penis and the contours of his shaft; I did not reach lower, YET. Todd did not know what to think anymore, but there was no way he could hide his thickening erection from my close scrutiny. It smelled clean and musky. So I rubbed the smooth glans against my cheeks and around the soft skin under my chin. A deep moan escaped Todd’s lips and a fierce fire ignited in my belly.

I licked my lips and stretched them over the head, wetting him with my moist warmth. I licked around the head a bit, gently sliding the tip of my tongue into his wide cum clit. I then sucked the thick glans for a few moments, loving the taste and the feel of Todd’s hot skin. Oh, he was much better that I had imagined. Todd rested his hands on my shoulders and gently played with my hair, slowly rocked his hips into the pleasure I was giving him with my mouth.

I moved my tongue around his head, grazing my teeth very lightly around the indentation where the helmet ballooned, though he slowed the rocking of his hips. I darted the tip of my tongue into the slit on his cock, slightly penetrating the inner, ultra-sensitive passage. He was obviously enjoying himself. I know I sure was. His cock swelled a bit more than I even thought was possible, the head heating the inside of my mouth. He felt so terrific.

“More,” I asked him?

“Uh, hah. Yeah, whatever you want”, he whispered.

So I started sucking, up and down, on his dark plum. Then I did something I didn’t know if he would like at all? I fondled his balls, rolling them very gently together and then separating the two spheres in his hairy sacs. More moaning, from both of us, and he was massaging my hair and scalp with his right hand. I was so turning him on. But I really wanted Todd to soar. So I reached back, behind his balls, rubbing and massaging the hard skin back there. Running my nail over the hard ridge of tissue between his balls and his ass. A deeper moan escaped Todd’s lips, I could feel arousal escalating throughout his body.

I could not resist anymore. Todd deserved the full treatment. I just somehow knew he would love it, too. I kept rubbing closer and closer, until my index finger rubbed right over his puckered anus. The ass hole was tight and hot, Todd groaned loudly but his rocking hips froze (in shock, I imagined), but he did not pull away. Indeed, he squatted slightly, giving me even better access.

So, I massaged more vigorously, pushing into his anus, but pushing in and pulling out in the same rhythm as my mouth was sucking on his cock. It was totally hot and his loud gasping told me how much he was getting into this.

I continued the rhythm, pumping my small little finger into his ass a little bit deeper and more vigorously with each stroke. The soft inner muscles clinched at my finger every time I made to withdraw it from his body. He very much wanted me there.

Then, his fist tugged on my hair, his breathing gasping against his lips.

“Please… let’s wait.” He was fearful I would make him come in my mouth; he wanted to be deep inside my body when his cum burst out of his body. Todd really wanted this to last longer. And I knew he desperately wanted to kiss me, sweetly and also with the hot passion that burned in him.

I gave his penis a final, affectionate squeeze and pulled away from him.

Todd pushed me back, full length, onto my rumpled bed and back against the big stack of pillows. Then he followed me down, covering my whole body with his naked, and still fully aroused body. My thin, barely there pink nightgown still separated us, but it was obvious Todd would not be dissuaded by its slight barrier.

Todd propped himself over me, waiting for some imaginary start-gun to go off, stared deep into my eyes. I wondered if he would kiss me, on the lips? Many men would not risk the taste of their own cocks on a woman’s lips. Would Todd be so reticent?

In another moment, his body lowered and his mouth covered mine. As I had imagined, sweet, but oh, so passionate. And hot. He had the hottest mouth I had ever kissed. Lips. Tongue. His hot breathe sweeping over the skin of my face, eyes and my chin. He was the most arousing smoocher I had ever had, slow and methodical. He licked my eyelids and rubbed his thin beard against my ears.

Then he moved lower, it was inevitable. Touching and suckling on each nipple, with his lips and very gently with his teeth, tugging erotically on each tip in turn while his hands plumped the sides, squeezing gently.

Then moving lower and he began rubbing his chin in the valley of my navel and even slobbering his wet tongue around my belly. What a marvelous lover, not boring or sedate and definitely NOT out of practice. Even better that I had hoped for.

Until, his patience at an end, and his large palms lifting my ass checks; he lowered his sweet mouth to the core of my lust and arousal. Yes!! Vagina. Nuzzling his mouth between my own engorged libs. Oh, I was moaning to bring the house down, and Todd’s ragged breathing told me he was at least as turned on as I was.

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I was nothing but a fucktoy.

Usually, Professor Hill and I play games such as Monopoly or Scrabble or sometimes Poker (even though we are both absolutely terrible at Poker). Then there are times when we play more adult games, like Strip Poker (where our lack of skills in mainstream Poker is actually a good thing!), or Onyx (a computerized adult variant of Monopoly), or when we play-wrestle in the nude. When we play the adult games, in the end, the professor often makes love to me, slowly causing my pleasure to increase until it finally explodes like a bomb inside me, decimating my senses.

Then there are times when I am nothing but a fucktoy.

This was one of those times.

It had started ordinarily enough. “Wanna fuck?” the professor asked me.

How could I refuse? The forbidden difference in age combined with the forbidden student-professor relationship combined with his forbidden skills in virtually all adult matters was a cocktail which would always render me thoroughly drunk after only a single taste.

On this particular night, however, there was absolutely no foreplay. There was absolutely no tenderness. The cold yet loving glare in the professor’s eyes warned me that on this night, I was not to be his favorite student who always sat in the front for of his classes.

There are times when I assume the role of a sexual object. This was one of those times.

I had barely nodded subtly in response to his question, and suddenly, he was no longer sitting on the sofa. Instead, he was pressing me hard into the wall behind me, attacking me with his lips, groping me with his hands, violating escort bayan adıyaman me with his tongue. I needed a few seconds to recover from the shock of his quick move, but then the kitten within me shapeshifted into a tigress mating with her older, wiser, stronger tiger.

My tiger, my professor, he mauled me, he bit me, he clawed me. He was a ravenous beast fully controlled by his primal hunger, his primal need. While I was definitely a willing participant, this was not about the professor’s romanticism or about his way of bestowing new thrills upon his favorite student; this was about conquest.

His conquest of his favorite student.

His conquest of me.

Recognizing this, I retreated to the kitten persona, a very odd counterpoint to his low growls and his scratching fingernails. My shoulder throbbed from where he had bitten me moments earlier. My belly quivered from the clothes-protected contact of his hardened manhood. My breasts ached with desire from his rough manipulations. My lower lip felt slightly puffier from his having fiercely sucked it into his mouth. I held him close, accepting it all, reveling in my ability to provide the professor what he clearly needed at that moment and unable to envision any of his other female students in my consensual position: backed hard against a wall, being mauled and bitten and humped by a tiger in heat.

…and having my clothes ripped from my body, specifically my pale blue tank top being ripped apart from the neckline down. I shrieked from the unexpectedness of the violent act, of the destruction of a tank top escort baya nakkent I particularly liked. I was naughty, for was not wearing a bra, so my chest was suddenly exposed to his view, my hardened nipples no longer masked by the taut fabric.

Without warning, he dove, the tiger’s teeth closing painfully hard around my right nipple. I screamed, tears instantly coming to my eyes, even as I clutched his head to my chest. The pain filled my breast, radiated outward, shot like a bullet directly to my clitoris. My left breast was not immune, being roughly squeezed, the claws burrowing into my tender feminine flesh, the additional pain wracking my body and redoubling my scream and my tears.

Professor Hill stepped back, grabbed the torn sides of my tank top, and hauled me toward him. I stumbled forward, completely off-balance, naturally acquiescing to his lust-inspired guidance as I was spun and practically flung toward the sofa. Landing on my back, I bounced briefly upon the upholstered cushions, suddenly aware that he held a large scrap of pale blue in each fist and that he was about to pounce upon me.

The look in his eyes was a strange mixture. I could see the forbidden love in those eyes, yet I could also see something dark, almost sinister within him.

Before he could land upon me, I rolled to the floor, banging my knee hard against the tile and biting back a new scream of pain. But the new source of pain slowed me just enough that he was upon me, tearing my tank top anew, ripping the back apart as I tried to scurry away, ripping it completely to the bottom escort gaziantep anal yapan bayan hem.

My denim skirt was fortunately not about to be ripped, but with his strong powerful hands, he had no problem pulling the skirt over my hips and down my thighs, revealing my black thong. His renewed growl as he grabbed and yanked down my thong was clearly a growl of warning, and I collapsed to the floor, panting heavily, my fingers attempting to burrow through the tile, the various parts of my body still aching.

Yet I was quite aroused. The rough treatment, the torn tank top, the growl of the predator – the individual elements all combined to arouse me as I had not expected, even as the tears continued to fall.

I was spanked hard, twice, then a pair of all-too-familiar fingers were forcefully thrust inside my all-too-willing body. I groaned aloud at the violation, instinctively backing into my older hand. He withdrew his large fingers and spanked me again, thrice, harder and harder and harder, spreading my love upon my warming backside.

After a moment of hesitation, I felt it rub the length of my clitoris, causing me to shudder and moan. I had not heard him lower his zipper, nor had I heard him undressing.

Without preamble, the tiger was inside me, plunging forward into my body with such force, such violence. He pummeled me, fucking me fast and hard, growling like a mating tiger, his claws burrowing painfully into my tender skin. Yet I took it all: the pain, the violence, the roars, the primal need…

His grip upon me tightened even more as he erupted inside me, the mating finally achieving its climax. The pain had thwarted any chance of my own orgasm blossoming to life, but as he collapsed upon my back and wrapped his arms around my chest and breathed heavily into my ear, I felt a sense of pride, for clearly the use of my body had made him happy, had given him what he needed.

After all, what young student doesn’t want to make favorite professor happy?

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Year: 2050

It was the evening of Alexis’s nineteenth birthday. She was my sister, and she was a year younger than me. Even though she was my sister, I had no problem admitting she was damn fine. She had perfect D cup tits. I knew from snooping in her bras one day. Might’ve been a little creepy, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. However, like most girls in 2050, she seldom wore a bra, which made her nipples show through her shirt anytime it was even a little cold. Some girls would even wear translucent shirts so that they might as well be topless. Sadly, my sister did not participate in that fashion trend.

It was the weekend, so I came back from my out of state college to celebrate with my family. Dad had grilled up a great dinner while Mom baked the cake we were eating. It was a chocolate cake with white icing, with ‘Happy Birthday Alexis’ written in blue icing. Mom made it from scratch, which was something seldom done these days. My parents were a bit old fashioned and liked to make everything by hand. It was probably why our family didn’t have a robot butler, even though they were in almost every other household. Having moved off to college, I had come to miss their cooking.

We gathered around our wall sized TV and finished off the cake Mom had made. It was an action flick starring Keanu Reeves. Apparently he has been a famous actor for a long time, back when our grandparents were kids.

“So, like, does this guy ever age?” Dad joked.

“He actually looks a little younger in this than in the Matrix,” Mom said.

I began to harden as I watched Alexis eat her cake. Her tongue licking the icing off the fork. Leaving traces of saliva on it. It shined with her saliva, which was perfect for my plan. She ate her last bite and stood up to put her dirty dishes in the sink.

“Oh no, sis,” I said. “I’ve got this.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” she said. Shit, I need that fork.. “I need to get going anyway.”

“Big party tonight for our 19 year old?” Dad asked.

Alexis nodded proudly. The drinking age was lowered to 19 around 2035, so we all knew that she would be going out tonight. I don’t even fully remember my 19th birthday.

“Try not to get too drunk.” Dad said.

Alexis chuckled. “Don’t worry, Dad.”

“I’m not sweetheart. I know you’ll make the right choices.”

Alexis handed me the dishes so she could hug and kiss Mom and Dad. Just what I wanted! I took a second to look at her amazing ass before carrying away her dirty dishes.

When I got to the kitchen, it was time to look at the dishes I had. On the cup, there was no clear distinction where her lips had been, so I couldn’t get a sample there. The plate was obviously no good. But that fork was perfect. It was still shining slightly, exactly I had fantasized about on the couch. Alexis came through the kitchen as I loaded the plate and cup into the dishwasher.

“Thanks for coming over bro.” Alexis’s breasts pushed into my back as she hugged me from behind. Her warm lips pecked me on the cheek just before she released me from the embrace. It was nothing more than a sibling embrace. There was no way something was going to happen sexually between us. That’s why my plan was necessary.

“I was glad to see you.” Innuendo aside, I did enjoy seeing my sister again. I am more than just my dick. “Have fun tonight.”

“Oh, I will.” Alexis gave me a wink before heading to the garage. All cars were automated, so there was no danger gaziantep zenci escort bayan of her driving drunk. It was a bizarre thought that such a thing was a real danger for people in my grandparents’ generation. So many young deaths.

I took the fork to the bathroom and got as much of Alexis’s saliva as I could with a cotton swab. I put it in a baggie and grinned as I stuffed it into my pocket. The plan was completely set and ready to go first thing in the morning. For a second, I worried I was gonna have to cancel my appointment.

***

I ate breakfast with Mom and Dad. Alexis was passed out in her car in the garage.

“She came in at 2 in the morning,” Mom said.

“She gonna feel it when she wakes up,” I laughed.

Dad chuckled. “You certainly did.”

“Yep, I did.” That was a terrible day, and I could feel my head pounding just from thinking about it. “She’ll recover.”

I finished eating and left. Alexis was indeed passed out in her car, which was parked next to mine. Her shirt looked bunched up, and the top couple buttons were undone on her shirt. One of her breasts was almost freed, and I saw a hint of her pink areola. Temptation was to reach in the car and give her shirt a slight tug. I rubbed the cotton swab in my pocket and told myself there was no need to violate her when I had something far better.

My heart was pounding as I got in my car and typed in the address. Here I go! I was really doing this!

***

“Hello, and welcome to Lusty Robotics!” Beautiful women greeted me at the door as I entered the building. They were so lifelike, I had no idea if they were real or not. A similarly beautiful women greeted me at the receptionist desk and I told her I had an appointment.

“Ah yes, David. Right this way.” Her high heels clicked on the floor as she guided me to an office where a man sat at his computer. “Your 9 o’ clock is here.”

The man stood up and shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, David.”

I returned the greeting. He was so professional, that it was almost surreal to believe what he was about to give me. He wore a business suit with a solid gold watch. He wore glasses, which were a fashion choice since sight defects had been cured decades ago. The woman had left and closed the door behind her.

“So, I gotta ask, is she real?”

“She is. The ones by the doors aren’t though.” The man typed at his computer. “I see you’ve prepaid and submitted the personality test as well as how you noted that you want her personality to differ from reality. Now we need either a DNA sample or a picture. For full realism, a DNA sample is recommended.”

I gladly reached into my pocket and handed him the cotton swab that contained my sister’s spit.

“Perfect.” He pulled a latex glove onto his hand before unzipping my baggie, and putting the swab into his machine. A hologram appeared that showed a double helix, and then a moment later, my breath caught in my throat. A 3D representation of my sister was in front of me, and she was butt naked. Her full breasts were tipped with beautiful pink nipples, and her pussy was fully bald. As was her head, which made her look unusual. The only hair was her eyebrows. “DNA doesn’t show hair length. How long is Alexis’s hair?”

I took a second to breathe and act natural. “About shoulder length.”

He pushed a button, and brown hair grew out of Alexis’s scalp. “And hair gaziantep escort bayan on her bikini area?”

I hesitated, and the guy chuckled a second to lighten the mood. “Haven’t seen her naked before?”

I shook my head.

“Well, we can make it whatever you want. It can stay bald as it is, or—”

The man pushed a button and Alexis’s pussy grew a full unkempt bush. “And anything in between.”

“How about a little stubble.”

The man nodded and pushed a button. Alexis’s bush shrank to only a few stray hairs. Just the way I like women. Of course, I had no idea how the real Alexis groomed her pussy, but this reality was as good as any other.

The man typed into his computer. “And you opted not to see the process?”

“It keeps the illusion.” Not many knew the process, and I certainly didn’t know the intricacies, but the gist was that the flesh is grafted onto a robotic skeleton. It was a process that I had no desire to see, it would be better if she simply walked through the door as my sister.

“Right, well, she will be here in just a minute.”

My palms became slippery with sweat as I waited in the room with this man. I grew nervous. What if I couldn’t go through with this? She was after all, a simulation of my sister. As much as I’ve masturbated to her, could I really fuck someone who is designed to look and act exactly like her?

As my mind raced, Alexis walked into the room. She moved incredibly lifelike, just like the robots by the door. “Oh, David, there you are.”

“Alexis?”

She nodded. “The guy said that I could find you in this office. Ready to go, bro?”

“Yeah, lets get out of here.”

“Go have fun with your sister,” the man said. “Just have her back within three days.”

“Of course.” Owning a custom robot like this would cost tens of thousands, which was far beyond my savings. I had to settle for renting. Besides, keeping a permanent replica of my sister around would cause problems sooner or later.

“We’re coming back here?” Alexis asked. “Why?”

I tried to think of a bullshit explanation to tell her. “Doctor appointment. They need to see you again.”

“Oh, OK.” One of the few constants in their programming was that they would never question why they had to return. I could have told her it was to get donuts and she would’ve agreed.

Alexis took my hand in hers as we walked to my car. Her synthetic flesh felt so real, it was just like my sister’s hand, except the real Alexis wouldn’t hold my hand like this. Not that I was complaining.

When we got to the car, I typed the address to my dorm and Alexis blasted the AC. Cool air hardened her nips almost instantly, and they poked through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Ever been to a college dorm?”

Alexis shook her head. “What’s it like?”

“Oh, it’s great, you’ll see.” I tuned the radio to find a good song to listen to.

“I bet it is.” Alexis smiled. “Big bro all on his own.”

“You’ll have one next year.” It just felt natural to treat her like my real sister, since she acted so much like her. I couldn’t believe how accurate the personality test was. The only variation that I requested was of course that she be willing to have sex with me.

“And I can’t wait.” She leaned toward the vent some more to get more cold air. Since this wasn’t my real sister, I made no attempt to hide my staring. “Enjoying the view?”

“What?”

“I know you’re looking at my tits, David.” Hearing Alexis’s voice say those words was such a turn on. “I know you’ve lusted after me for a long time.”

“Really?”

“You really think I didn’t notice?” She leaned forward, almost close enough to kiss me. “Or any of the other times that you didn’t think I was looking. Or those times I would come out of the shower wearing only a towel. Just a cloth to separate your hungry eyes from my flesh.”

Hearing Alexis talk like this, I was speechless.

“David, I’m your sister,” Alexis said with a scolding voice. Then she smirked. “Or maybe that was part of the turn on for you.”

We locked eyes and slowly leaned together for a kiss. Her mouth was warm and wet, just as it should be. Her lips were as soft as I remember from her real life sisterly pecks on the cheek. Except, this wasn’t how a sister kisses a brother at all.

Alexis guided my hand between her legs. I pulled at the waistband of her leggings and I touched the stubbly hairs that I saw on the hologram. My fingers found her clitoris and she was already moist. She didn’t break our kiss even as she moaned into my mouth. Hips bucked slightly against my hand.

“Oh, David.” She broke the kiss for a second, but she was still close enough that I felt her hot breath as she spoke. “That feels so good.”

I slowly climbed over my sister as we made out. Alexis pulled the lever on her seat so that it leaned back all way. She was fully lying down, and we were out of easy view of most traffic passing by. Anybody trying to look could still see, but neither of us really cared at this point if people looked. Alexis’s hands went up as I pulled her shirt over her head. Perky, full tits with pink nipples were fully in my view, and I held her soft flesh. I really had my sister’s tits in my hands! And they were every bit as incredible as I imagined.

I bent down to take her right nipple into my mouth. She moaned slightly and ran her fingers through my hair while I suckled. My tongue ran around her areola and my lips pulled at her eraser tip nipple. A short squeal encouraged me, and I moved to suck on her other tit. “That’s right, David, just like that.”

A bump in the road forced my face even more into her soft breasts. She helped me out of my clothes, and I pulled down her leggings so that we were both naked in this autopiloted vehicle. I took a moment to admire my sister’s gorgeous naked body, which was what I had wanted to see for years. She spread her legs and rubbed her wet pussy. Her eyes were locked onto my hard cock, and she had a horny grin on her face that I will never forget.

“Damn, my brother has an amazing cock.”

“Wait till it’s inside you.” I wasn’t a virgin, but I had never fucked a girl bareback before. Too risky. However, sexbots can’t get pregnant, and new synthetic flesh after every user meant no diseases. Feeling warm juices and every muscle of her inner organ with no barrier was like losing my virginity a second time. The fact that it was my sister’s pussy made it even better.

“That’s right, David!” Alexis moaned. “Fuck your sister!”

I slowly let my cock slide in and out of her as I listened to her moans. We held and kissed as I gently made love to her. “Harder.”

I sped up my thrusts.

“Harder!”

Alexis’s tits bounced around as I slammed my dick into her. Moans became screams and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her pussy pulsated around my cock and I felt my first spurt into my sister. There was no holding back this orgasm, and I let myself come inside my sweet sister.

“That was amazing David.”

“Plenty more where that came from,” I said.

“Oh, I certainly hope so,” Alexis said. “I’m gonna need more of my brother’s cock.”

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When Sunita saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to collapse at her feet. Despite the bleak February skies, the dark- haired young woman’s spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree tune, Sunita dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went to get the day’s mail. The voluptuous beauty felt only mild curiosity when she saw the envelope addressed to Mrs. Sunita. Probably just some ad, she thought, placing the rest of the mail on top of the television set.

It wasn’t until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat. Sunita’s hand flew to her mouth and her face flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.

DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read. THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SUNITA. BECAUSE YOU’LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!

A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the photographs that had fallen to the floor. Pictures Sunita had hoped, desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to shove into some dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had always been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up again to threaten her happiness. As Sunita lifted the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for she knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid past she had tried to escape had finally caught up with her, threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear. Her beloved husband Vishal and their precious daughter Jaya.

Vishal loved Sunita, trusted her, held her on a pedestal. “Meree pyaree Sunita,” he often whispered as he held her close. “Tumhare jaise patni milke mujhe bahut kushee hai!”

Every time Vishal uttered those words, Sunita felt a wave of guilt ripple through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her husband imagined. And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that her past would remain buried. She feared that Vishal would be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth, that the wife he held in such high esteem had posed for pornographic photos before they were married! Sunita had agonized countless times over the possibility of Vishal’s discovery of her sordid past, wondering what would happen if that fearful day should ever arrive. And she always came up with the same frightening answer.

“He’ll divorce me,” she whispered to the empty room, her hand clutching her constricted throat. “And take my darling Jaya away from me, declare me an unfit mother!” The mere thought of that occurring made Sunita’s lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears. She loved her husband and daughter with all her heart. They were Sunita’s whole world now. They had completely filled the emptiness that had settled after her mother’s death five years before. Sunita had not really begun to live until she met Vishal. The four years of their marriage, despite its problems, had been the happiest Sunita had ever known. And little Jaya was the precious living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous letter in her shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one of them.

Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met Vishal. Who had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark secret that Sunita had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That she had needed money so desperately during the final months of her mother’s lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front of a camera.

Sunita had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had no other choice. Her modest secretarial salary just would not stretch to cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother’s illness. When she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous Sunita was told that she was not at all suitable for modeling clothes, for her eye-catching figure was far too voluptuous.

Not long afterward, Sunita saw the newspaper advertisement for a photographer’s model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad stated. Sunita answered the ad eagerly. When she heard how well the job paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured her that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The new medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her mother’s pain was so expensive that Sunita worried about how she was going to manage to have it refilled. There were no other relatives to turn to for financial assistance, and her mother was solely dependent on Sunita. Landing this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to her financial problems.

It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before the camera, that Sunita discovered just what type of modeling the job entailed. At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return. The things gaziantep yavuzeli escort bayan she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson. Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had just received another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory tests her mother had required. To add to her problems, she was almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug that her mother needed to lessen the agony of the dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And Sunita knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice in the matter. She needed money desperately and this was the only way she could get it. I’ll do it for mother, she told herself as she started to remove her clothing. And no one need ever know!

That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her mother just a few months after Sunita had begun her secret, part-time modeling. When her mother died, Sunita quit her extra job immediately. With her mother’s insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she had done out of necessity out of her mind, Sunita never stepped in front of the camera again. She was not proud of what she had done, but Sunita knew that it had been unavoidable. She would do it again, if she had the opportunity to go backward in time, because she received some small comfort from the knowledge that her beloved mother had suffered far less because of the money Sunita had earned from her secret and sordid job. It’s all in the past now, Sunita tried to tell herself, as she concentrated solely on her secretarial position. And no one need ever know!

Six months later, she had met Vishal and he more than compensated for the unhappiness she’d known during the trying time of her mother’s terminal illness. After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long, Sunita finally had someone to look after her. Six years her senior, Vishal treated her as though she were made of spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman could ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.

The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual fulfillment. Although Sunita found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot husband extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in their marriage bed. Vishal was a gentle, considerate lover, but not very demanding or adventuresome. He treated Sunita like some fragile china doll, and somehow Sunita longed for more. Although she hated herself for her lustful thoughts, the pretty woman found herself thinking, longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities she’d engaged in during her brief, secret modeling career. The men who were her partners had been strangers to her, but still, Sunita recalled with ripples of both excitement and shame, she had responded to their touch. She had been instructed to portray pleasure in front of the camera and Sunita did as she was told. Only she knew that the response she displayed was often genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was performing for money.

I must be oversexed, Sunita often thought, her cheeks burning with shame.

Sunita found herself thinking that often after she and Vishal were married. If our sex life is enough for Vishal, why can’t it be enough for me? she often wondered. Sunita dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking. Instead, the well-stacked beauty felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just once, she wished that Vishal would take her roughly and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into her cock- hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse language that the actors used during the pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while they made love.

Sunita found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been Vishalmed in her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the male models she had worked with, Sunita had liked the feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sunita did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cVishalming their merciless rods into her heated cunt from every imaginable position. Sunita had learned a great deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.

She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Vishal would put a stop gaziantep yeni escort bayan to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Vishal had proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sunita reached a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sunita yearned for so much more!

The thought of cheating on Vishal, however, never entered the shapely beauty’s mind. Sunita devoted herself to her husband with the same fervor she’d dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those she loved always came first with Sunita. That’s why she never told Vishal of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sunita was convinced that Vishal preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy. She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated cunt. Then, Sunita would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto she wished Vishal would show during their lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry out with her husband.

“Chodh mujhe, Jorse chodh mujhe!” she would gasp, her legs trembling as she masturbated with vigor. “Aur jorser, aur andhar tak!” she’d beg, thrilling to the forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. “Meree chooth ko chodh!” she’d cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sunita’s frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.

Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in her luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?

Sunita grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole beneficiary of her mother’s insurance policy, the woman’s monumental medical bills had consumed every penny. And Vishal gave just a small personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm. Vishal just didn’t make that kind of money. Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television repair shop, it required careful budgeting.

How can I silence him? Sunita wondered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sunita did not know the answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar photographs she’d received in the morning mail, the lovely young wife knew that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she had been living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had known with Vishal had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!

As Sunita viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became aware of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her. Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples of desire from washing over her body. One photograph showed Sunita naked and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous beauty licked her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameVishalan. Sunita recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue … and her mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him and take his Vishalpaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.

Sunita’s voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed gaziantep zayıf escort bayan harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled between her obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sunita recalled as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had moved on to another lurid pose, Sunita had grabbed her partner’s head and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the table.

Sighing, Sunita recalled how that had been the very first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the cameVishalan unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted Sunita with revulsion. That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her lewdly parted pussy. Sunita remembered too how she had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the cameVishalan had teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time of her life. After that, Sunita secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely to the ensuing lewd acts.

How many times had Sunita longed for the feel of Vishal’s tongue between her open legs. So many times when Sunita had had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue-hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock and disgust Vishal, would shatter the false image he had created, the one of the sweet and innocent young wife.

The next morning, Sunita would wait until Jaya was either at nursery school or sleeping. Then she would close and lock her bedroom door so that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt. As she would work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her saturated membranes filling the empty room, the lovely Sunita pretended that it was her husband’s tongue making those delicious slurping sounds. She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm. Then she would remove her hand from between her parted legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again and again, she would bring herself to a point close to orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. “Mujhe chaat, meree chut chaat!” she’d scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she bucked up and down in wild abandon.

Sunita’s hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo. A soft moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good-looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open, as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her tunnel of love. Her naked partner had his hands on Sunita’s pale moons, and the sexually aroused beauty recalled how the man had used her bare asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he pulled her down on his towering shaft, Vishalming his crimson prick into her sensitive cervix. Sunita could tell by the lustful expression on her face that the photo had been taken just as her skillful partner had slammed her body down on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points beneath her blouse as she relived the glorious carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had created. Being fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sunita’s favorite poses, for her partner’s prick always seemed so much bigger as it penetrated her slick canal.

She wished fervently that Vishal would fuck her this way. Her husband’s enviable cock was the biggest she’d ever seen and Sunita often fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of him, her legs spread and her wet pussy parted. I’ll bet Vishal’s prick would drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she speculated as she stared at the photograph she’d posed for years before. Instead, however, Sunita had learned to be content with the usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting on top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.

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It’s a cold January day. A silver nondescript mid size car pulls into the attached garage of a mid sixties middle class suburban home in a quiet neighborhood. As the garage door rattles down two beautiful blond ladies get out.

The driver is Angela, AKA Angel. She’s wearing low heel red leather ankle boots. A snug yellow long sleeve knee length dress is under her three quarter length arctic wolf fur. Her hair is tied in a pony tail by a yellow ribbon. She’s thirty one years old and has just picked up her older sister at the train, two hours drive away.

Her thirty five year old sister Valeria (Val) is wearing a red fox cape that flows down to her knees, it’s luxurious hood draped down her back. Under it is a turquoise long sleeve cowl neck angora sweater and an ankle length smoky blue wool skirt. Her shiny black four inch heels wrap her feet in knee length elegance.

Her hair is brushed to a roll on the back of her head, held by a big pink plastic clip with rhinestone trimmed butterfly wings. They match her pink plastic hoop earrings and pink, rhinestone trimmed, heart shaped shades. As Dolly Parton once said “It costs a lot of money to look this cheap.”

She grabs her soft travel bag from behind the seat and follows Angel into the kitchen.

“My God Angel. This is your bride? She’s so beautiful!”

Just turning from the stove is a tall statuesque beauty with long thick black hair. Her dark brown eves are accentuated by long lashes. She’s wearing a red and pink gingham apron with frilly trim. On her feet are extreme spike heels, pink with little white bows over the toes. Her pink chastity belt matches her collar and cuff set. There is a sixteen inch chain between her wrists and a nine inch one between her ankles. A twelve foot chain attaches her collar to the bottom corner of the counter. She’s forty three years old.

“Come here my love.”

Her heels click and her chain drags across the slate tiles. Her eyes are lit up, her smile full of love. She and Angel hug and share a tender kiss.

“Gloria Darling, this is my sister Valeria. Val, my wife Gloria. Darling, give Val a kiss.”

Such a warm welcome from her new sister in law.

“Gloria, be a dear and pour us three glasses of Chardonnay. You may join us.” They draped their furs over the backs of the tall chairs at the kitchen island. Gloria sat silently on the chair closest to the stove. So happy her love was home. She quietly listened to the sisters chatting. She knew not to interrupt when Angela had guests.

“So, Sis, the divorce is finally over.”

“Finally! I got the condo, he got the lake house. I got a very good cash and stock settlement too, which reminds me, I changed my will. There’s a copy for you in my bag. You are the principal beneficiary.”

“Lets go sit in the front room while Gloria finishes cooking supper. Put your bag in the second bedroom on the right.”

Val picked up her bag and cape and left. Angela wrapped her arms around Gloria. “My beautiful, beautiful bride. Do you know how much I love you?”

They kissed. Long slow and tenderly. Angela opened a drawer on the island and lifted out a pink ball gag.

“Darling.”

Gloria almost whimpered, but knew not to beg. She opened her mouth obediently.

Wrapping her arms around Gloria’s waist, she grabbed two handfuls of ass cheek. “You are so wonderful. Ring your bell when gaziantep vip escort bayan dinners ready and I’ll unlock your chain so you can set the table for three, Beautiful.”

Soon the sisters were kissing very inappropriately on the couch. Val slipped her hand up under the hem of Angel’s dress.

“It seems my little sister forgot her undies today. I’m going to have to give her a licking.” Her other hand was sliding the zipper down on the back of Angela’s dress as she spoke.

Angel lay back on the couch wearing only her bra. She smiled, reminiscing, as Val ate her.

Mommy went all ape shit when she caught them sixty nine in Val’s bed that morning. She’d met some people on the dark side in college. When Daddy went for his annual fishing trip with his pals they’d over powered Mommy and introduced her to lesbian sex. She cried a lot as they took turns using her. Poor Mommy. The slavers paid a generous finders fee.

Daddy read ‘Mommy’s’ “Dear John” letter over and over. He never re married.

Gloria rang her bell. Dinner was wonderful. Irish stew and dumplings. Perfect for a cold winter’s night.

“Gloria, you are a wonder. I’ve never had such fluffy dumplings. Yummy.”

“Thank you Miss Valeria.”

“Well, I think my bride deserves to cum tonight. What do you say Gloria?”

“Yes, yes please Angela. I’ll be a good wife.”

“I know you will be Darling.”

It was a few years ago. Angela had just finished college and taken her first job in this medium size city. She was looking for a place to board while she looked for an apartment. She answered the ad in the ‘Penny Saver.’

Gloria, James Walker’s widow, wanted company more than she needed the money.

Soon Angela’s bed didn’t need making It was a gradual process.

“Gloria, let’s try something different. let me tie you down with scarves to the bedposts and ravage you.”

After an evening out. “Oh Dear, leave your heels on, you look so sexy in them.”

“We’re alone, take off your skirt for the evening. For me, Baby.”

Soon she’s waiting for Angela to come home wearing just her bra, panties and heels.

Then the ‘gifts’ came by UPS. “Just to show how much I want to keep you safe, Dearest.”

Fur lined cuffs and collar sets, and a variety of ball gags.

“I read this will make your orgasms way more intense. Try it on.” She handed Gloria the chastity belt and showed her the matched set of tiny gold padlocks she’s bought. “These are symbols of my undying love Gloria.”

Canada had legalized gay marriage decades ago so even in this small city it wasn’t difficult to find someone to marry them.

Gloria had drifted away from all her old friends. Some wondered when she’d changed teams when they heard about the wedding.

Angela looked after her so completely. She’d never been happier.

They all cleared the table. Angela put her bride. The most beautiful woman in the world, on her chain and they shared a long tender kiss. Angel could never get enough of Gloria’s kisses. She held up the pink ball gag. Gloria opened wide. “I’ll be back for you soon. Get the cleaning up done My Love.”

Angela and Valeria shared a shower, of course playing their favorite shower game. Finger fucking each other under the hot water, seeing who would lose and come first.

“You gaziantep yabancı escort bayan cheated!”

“No I didn’t. Did Angel say ‘No rectum diddling?’ I think not.” They both giggled as they toweled each other dry and brushed their hair.

It was so good to be back with her little sister, thought Valeria.

Angela put on the pastel green satin peignoir Gloria had given her for Christmas and went for her. With lots of kissing she undressed Gloria in the bathroom. “Now remember, no cumming in the shower.”

“I know. I’ll be good.”

Valeria was sitting on the king size bed in the master bedroom. She wore a black gossamer ankle length robe. It’s back was bare to the crack of her ass. A frill of the transparent material flounced up, over her shoulders, then dove down to her belly button. So elegant, yet totally revealing.

“Doesn’t Val look beautiful Dear?”

Gloria nodded as she licked her lips.

“Sit on this chair. We’re going to play a game as I brush your hair. If you cum, we’ll put your ‘no touch’ restraints on and you can watch Val and I make love. If you hold off, you may come as often as you like tonight.”

Valeria began edging Gloria as Angela brushed her long black hair. Gloria was quivering, but she held on.

“Good girl. You win. Lets get you fucked Darling.”

Naked, she was the filling in a sister sandwich. They kissed, cuddled and stroked.

Valeria slipped down. The feel of her sheer soft gown on Gloria’s legs as she was kissed ,fingered and licked drove her wild. She came almost instantly.

Val kissed up. Angel kissed down. They met and adored Gloria’s generous breasts. Kissing licking and suckling. Gloria stroked the beautiful sister’s blond heads. This was better than she’d ever imagined.

Angel kissed on down. Past her belly button. Skirting her pussy. Down her legs. She kissed and sucked each pretty little toe. Meanwhile Val kissed up to Gloria’s open mouth and warm kisses.

As Angela kissed her way up to Gloria’s pussy, Val climbed up, floated her gown over Gloria and grasped the diamond tufted white satin head board, then lowered her cunt to Gloria’s lips.

Gloria knew she was the luckiest girl in the whole world. Her beautiful young bride eating her out so lovingly. Her elegant sister in law’s sweet pussy dripping cunt juice down her chin as she lapped and kissed.

Soon Angel’s loving attention did it. She came again. Her gasp as she licked sent Val over the top at the same time.

The three beautiful ladies cuddled and kissed. Gloria’s fingers drifted down to her loving bride’s treasure.

They say there’s nothing as pious as a reformed whore. Maybe there’s no more dedicated carpet licker than a lady who’s switched teams. Gloria slid down between Angela’s legs and began to worship. She started with a big wet lick along the puffy lips. Then kisses, lots of them. Teasing and teasing. With fingers and kisses she parted the lips to heaven and lapped Angel’s juices.

Angel loved the tickle of Gloria’s long beautiful hair on her thighs as she received her love’s attention.

Valeria had a surprise. “Keep eating sweetie, but get that beautiful butt up.” She slipped her strap on cock into Gloria’s pussy.

With arms around Gloria she cupped and fondled her big swaying boobs gaziantep yaşlı escort bayan as she drilled her. Both Angel and Gloria came.

They all cuddled in a soft warm tangle.

Gloria reached for Val’s discarded cock.

“Miss Valeria, I’d like to fuck you.”

Giggle. “I thought you’d never ask.’

Bonking the driver of the limo that took her to the train this morning had been OK until he came too soon.

Gloria knew what she was doing. She gave her sister in law a good hard missionary screwing. Valeria’s boobs jiggled with each solid thrust.

They all kissed and whispered until thoughts were lost part way through a sentence.

Gloria woke with Angel’s hand over her mouth and a finger to her lips She indicated towards the door with her head. Gloria slipped out of bed and quietly closed the bedroom door behind them.

“Let’s get dressed in the other room while Val sleeps.”

After a shared shower where they fingered each other to a delicious orgasm they got dressed.

“We’ve got company coming this morning, but I’ll take you for your walk after lunch. I’ve laid out your French Maid outfit.”

Gloria loved that outfit. It’s black cuffs collar and chastity belt were all trimmed with white lace. It’s ballet boots had integral six inch chains between them. It’s ball gag was white with black velvet straps. There was a black velvet top with white lace trim. The lace, loose and pleated, covered her nipples but left then available. It’s bottom was just below her navel. By evening she’d be almost begging for permission, she felt so sexy.

They sat together at the kitchen island eating breakfast then sat there sipping coffee and talking until the door bell rang.

“Right back Love.” Angel locked Gloria’s chain onto her collar and went to the front door.

In the drive was an older Mercedes wagon with dark tinted rear windows. On the porch stood two ladies in their late sixties or early seventies. They both wore low heeled ankle boots. One had an old style natural mink. The kind with the lay down collar and cuffs four pelts wide. The other a raccoon.

“Welcome ladies. Come in out of the cold. Let me take your coats. I’m Angela.”

“I’m Edna, this is Jane.”

“Would you prefer coffee or tea?”

She led them to the kitchen.

“Is that the thing? We specifically told the lady at The Institute we wanted a blond.”

“Oh no, ladies. This is my wife Gloria. Darling, this is Edna and Jane.”

Without prompting Gloria came across to them. Her heels clicking and her chain dragging. “Welcome to our home Ladies.” She bowed low and kissed the their hands.

“Be a love and pour the ladies some coffee, Dear.” She was so proud of her Gloria.

Gloria stood quietly, her back to the kitchen counter as the ladies got acquainted. Although arranged through The Institute due diligence was required.

When they were all satisfied this wasn’t some kind of police sting operation they left Gloria to clean up and went to the bedroom.

Valeria woke to confusion. Then panic. Angela was gently shaking her and two old ladies were looking at her like she was a piece of meat.

“What the fuck?” Only with the ball gag in her mouth it came out as ‘Ghh gd fgh!”

Her wrists were bound snug at her waist. A belt was around her legs just above her knees. Another was around her ankles. A stiff leather collar was around her throat.

“How flexible are you on the price? It seems quite high.”

“Not at all, Jane. As you can see, this is a top quality piece. That’s it’s natural hair color. Feel that soft skin. Not a wrinkle, scar or tattoo. Look at those beautiful terrified blue eyes.

“Think of the years of pleasure you’ll get from it.”

Valeria began to cry.

The End

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Thanks for all of the wonderful mostly positive feedback on “Size8 Panties: To Daddy.” So many readers requested a part 2 I just had to write it. I hope what you find here meets with your approval. Thanks again for the input, it means a lot. And yes, for the lady who so requested the color Yellow will not be forgotten.

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After making out with her daughter and kissing her husband after coming in the door from the makeover party Pam went back to her bedroom. When she got there she stuffed a bag under her bed and changed into her nightie. The 39 year old woman was hornier than she had been in a long time and couldn’t help feeling herself up as she changed.

Tonight she wasn’t wearing just any nightie. Her short pink gown with the plunging neck line was screaming out that she needed hot sex. The garment was short enough that if she moved at all her teal bikini panties would show. She thought teal and pink didn’t go together very well but figured the fact that she had been leaking like a faucet into the crotch ever since she left that afternoon would make up for the lack of fashion sense.

Looking over at her daddy as her mom left the room Brenda noticed the large bulge in his pants as he watched Pam’s big ass walk away. The girl figured she had him alone for; at least, a couple of minutes and walked up to him and gave the tent in his pants a squeeze. Then caressing the erection she purred, “Daddy, Do something for me, please? When mom comes back take her to the couch and make out with her. I want to watch.”

Getting more than a little turned on Dale reached up and grabbed one of her large melons. Confused by the request he answered, “I can’t smooch in front of my own kid besides, and even if I could your mom would never go for it.”

“Daddy you fucked your own kid just a couple of hours ago so surely you can play with your wife in front of me. I just want to see you guys caress and kiss. Actually, I’d love to see full fledged foreplay and see if you guys play with her panties like we did. Even better I’d love to see you stick this monster in her pussy but that is too much to ask.”

“Brenda, your hand feels great down there. Alright, I’ll give it a try, but no promises.” Just then they heard the bedroom door open and they quickly parted as Brenda took a seat across from the couch. Dale and Brenda gasped and nearly passed out when they saw how hot Pam looked in the nightie.

“My God, Mom, what’s that you are wearing?” Brenda asked as her mom walked passed her swaying her ass sensually in Brenda’s face as she went.

“Pam, you look amazing,” Dale stammered out. He wanted to shout out something about how could she wear something like that in front of their daughter but in light of what Brenda wanted him to do he decided that it was pointless. He patted the couch cushion signaling Pam to sit next to him.

The trio exchanged small talk about the party Pam had been at and the other non-sexual parts of the day. Dale was surprised that Pam had sat down so that their thighs were touching. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth he gently placed his hand on her knee and began caressing her. Gradually his hand worked its way to her mid thigh and he put his other arm around her and leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.

As he slid his arm more fully around her shoulder so that his fingertips were just touching the top of the meaty part of her breast a concerned look came over Pam’s face. She was truly enjoying his attention, but this was not the place. She pressed her lips against his ear, causing her nightie to slide up showing Brenda her undies while stabbing him with one of her nipples, and whispered, “Panty man, let’s go to the bedroom for this.”

“Let’s stay here just a bit longer so I can drive you mad,” he whispered back. Then putting a hand on her chin he pulled her to look him in the eye and gave her a soft sensual kiss lightly pushing his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together merrily before Pam sat back in position. Pulling her closer Dale’s hand crept further up her thigh.

“If you two are talking about not wanting to make out in front of me don’t worry about it. I’ve watched plenty of my friends smooch and much more so it’s no big deal. Besides it is kind of cute and even a little sexy to see you guys like that,” Brenda spoke trying to use her most reassuring voice. Not wanting to scare his wife off Dale simply kept rubbing Pam’s upper leg and shoulder for a couple of minutes while she thought over the situation. Then turning he flicked his tongue out and nibbled on her ear.

Pam felt herself melting as she had always been an easy conquest for her husband. She reasoned there was no harm in a little kissing and light petting in front of their daughter. The gusset of her panties was already getting wet as she leaned into Dale and passionately kissed him while running her hand over his strong chest. Their tongues did a furious tango as their hands crazily explored gaziantep ucuz escort bayan one another’s backsides.

Shivers went up Brenda’s spine as she watched her parent’s necking getting more and more serious. Her dad had gotten a hand on her Mom’s panties right in the middle of the ass cheek and was softly kneading it. As her dad nibbled on her mom’s neck her mother unbuttoned Dale’s shirt. To Brenda’s amazement it was clear that her mother had already forgotten she was there; she wasn’t sure about her dad.

Looking on Brenda’s honey was beginning to flow and she reached under her blouse and toyed with her breasts pushing her bra out of the way just as her father laid her mother flat on the couch. As Dale pulled the nightie off of Pam’s shoulders revealing her twin mounds she was unfastening his pants. Brenda was disappointed by what her dad said next, “Pam, remember our little girl is watching.”

The truth was, however, that Pam’s lust was in overdrive from the earlier sessions with her husband and daughter. Grinding her tits in Dale’s face she pushed his pants and briefs down showing Brenda his tiny ass. Roaring she answered him, “Let the little slut get her own cock because if she wants this one she will just have to wait.”

Neither Dale nor Brenda thought that Pam was going to let Dale fuck his daughter figuring it was just the lust talking. For the second time in just a few days Brenda watched as her mom yanked on her dad’s prick. She wasn’t being at all gentle as with every yank Dale grunted. Climbing off the sofa Dale stood beside Pam as she continued to give his cock a workout while he leaned down and pulled off the nightie and teal panties.

Upon seeing this Brenda threw her clothes aside and used both hands on her cunt caressing the lips before jabbing a couple of fingers in and out of it while her other hand concentrated on her turgid joy button. Dale exclaimed, “Oh shit, Pam, I am on fucking fire! God, your body is fucking amazing.”

“Then give me the fucking panties and get this thing inside of me my Panty man,” Pam eagerly responded. Brenda didn’t believe that they were about to fuck right in front of her. This was not the parents she had grown up with, or maybe they had kept most of it hidden from her. As Brenda looked on, frozen in place, Dale carefully laid the silky undies on Pam’s boobies. As he placed a hand on each side of Pam’s shoulders getting into position she dropped one leg to the floor spreading herself wide open for him.

Brenda walked over closer so she could get a better view of the action that was unfolding in front of her. Picking up her undies Pam did what she had done dozens of times before and rubbed the material all over her chest while her husband was finding the opening of her cunt with his big cock. Their daughter’s fingers were busily working on her own pussy transfixed by what she saw.

Just as Dale’s cock bottomed out in Pam’s twat the two woman’s eyes met. At first a look of shock came over the older woman’s face but then she remembered that Brenda had never left. Figuring it was too late to undo things now Pam simply smiled up at her daughter and wrapped her arms around Dale’s back pulling him tighter into her.

It wasn’t long before Dale and Pam found their rhythm and he was traveling briskly in and out of her slippery pussy. Moving a hand from his back Pam removed the panties from her nipples and started playing with them between their two faces. It was then that Brenda got a Wonderfully sinister idea.

Practically skipping over to where she had dropped her own panties Brenda scooped them up and headed straight for the couch. Without a doubt these were her sexiest pair of underwear and she had put them on to try and seduce her father again later, but now she had a better idea. They were silk lemon bikinis with lace accents around the edges. The cotton crotch was large and retained a lot of cunt drippings.

Feverishly Brenda rubbed her undies against her cunt hole collecting her juices. Watching her mother playing with her own panties Brenda picked a moment when Pam was in pure ecstasy to grab the teal pair and quickly replace it with her own soaked yellow pair. To her own surprise Brenda was soon licking and sniffing her mom’s panties.

Dale and Pam did not miss a beat as Pam continued toying with Brenda’s panties sharing them with her husband. Their hips were banging hard against each other with each thrust of Dale’s cock. Her parent’s mouths and noses furiously worked over Brenda’s panties. The girl knew it wouldn’t be long before she came with all of this stimulation so she leaned down and queried, “Do you guys like your baby girl’s dirty cunt honey filled panties? Are you both gonna cum smelling and tasting what came from my honey pot?”

Both parents were too far gone and upon hearing Brenda’s questions began fucking even harder losing all control. Pam dropped gaziantep ukraynalı escort bayan Brenda’s panties to her mouth and Dale leaned down and passionately kissed her hard right through the material. His balls were slapping against his wife’s crotch as she writhed in sexual bliss under him. Pam hollered out, “Come on, cum fucker, cum inside of me, oh yes fill me up, bastard.”

“Sweet bitch, I am fucking cumming; you wanted it you got, shit!” With that he let lose onto the walls of Pam’s cunt. It wasn’t a big load, but considering all of the action earlier he was surprised he shot that much. Exhausted Dale and Pam fell into each other’s arms. Brenda’s yellow undies were laying between Pam’s shoulder and head, so Brenda reached down to reclaim them.

“These are mine so I’ll take them. Guess what, none of us has to worry anymore about wearing clothing around each other.” The last statement seemed silly but it was true as she admired her mother’s cum soaked pussy and her father’s limp prick Brenda put back on her lemon panties. Then leaning down she gave her mother a quick kiss while squeezing her breast and then kissed her dad giving his withered dick a tug.

Not giving her parents a chance to say anything Brenda scampered out of the room and climbed under the covers. For their part, Pam and Dale just laid together not knowing what to say or do. Emotions were spinning out of control as they knew what had just happened was very wrong. But, neither of them could admit what a turn on it had been let alone that they had each had sex with their daughter or even worse that they would like to have a threesome with her.

Five minutes must have passed before either of them moved. Dale climbed off of Pam and sat upright on the sofa followed by Pam pulling her legs out from behind his back and swinging her body up beside him. Dale spoke first, “That was so fucking amazing Pam, but I am so fucking confused.”

“Fuck yes, on both counts; but, I think we both suspect something because Brenda wouldn’t just watch us like that unless something had changed around here.” Pam knew her daughter like the back of her hand and now realized she wouldn’t have made a pass at her unless something was also going on between her and her father. She was mad at herself for not thinking of this in the heat of lust when Brenda had her fingers up her skirt.

“Like what,” was all Dale could muster being careful not to be the one to reveal a secret of this proportion. He had to be sure before he said something he would regret as he wasn’t sure Pam would really make out with their daughter.

“Like I would be willing to bet that she has now slept with both of us.” Dale’s jaw dropped as he couldn’t believe in so few words she had both confessed of lesbianism with their daughter and accused him of fucking their baby. Both of their faces turned crimson and nothing needed to be said.

“So what do we do next,” Dale asked. He wasn’t sure that he wanted the answer as he really wanted to keep fucking both of them not really caring if Pam and Brenda continued sharing each other. This thought started to bring his erection back to life.

“I don’t know sweetheart; why don’t we sleep on it and see what happens tomorrow?” Pam’s mind was racing and judging by her husband’s erection she thought she knew what he wanted to do. Picking up their stray clothing they walked back to their room and slept snuggled in each other’s arms.

Dale awoke in the morning to his wife giving him a kiss goodbye as there was a door buster sale she needed to get to at the local department store. She wanted to talk things out but the sale was only good until noon and she had to get some new jeans even if it meant Dale and Brenda might get together again.

Just the little peck she had given him had awoken Dale’s cock and remembering yesterday’s events he laid there and thought about making a trip down the hall to Brenda’s room. At first he resisted as he began to stroke his prick. Somehow this seemed very unsatisfying to him. The more he rubbed himself the less he felt like he was going to cum as he knew where he could get a real pussy. Giving in after a couple of minutes he climbed out of his bed and took the short walk.

Gently he pushed Brenda’s door open and looked at her bed. There she was laying on top of the covers totally nude other than those silky lemon yellow panties. The naked man strolled over to the bedside and gently sat on the edge. Wasting no time he placed his big firm hands on her large ass cheeks and began caressing her silky butt. Sleepily turning her head toward him the girl said, “Good morning, are you going to fuck me this morning?”

“Do you want me to fuck you, little girl,” he asked exploring the silky crotch. Brenda reached down and wrapped her fingers around his member.

“Oh yes, daddy, I want your big cock in my little bitty pussy. Daddy, I want to gaziantep üniversiteli escort bayan be your little fuck slut.” As she said this she sat up beside him and then planted a masterful sensual kiss on his lips. Hotter than ever Dale grabbed her twin globes and sucked them in turn into his mouth while she teased his pecker and balls.

It didn’t take long before Brenda was sprawled out on the bed, legs wide apart, with her father’s head shoved up against her crotch sucking her cunt through the material but he was so worked up that this didn’t last long. Soon, he was on top of her pummeling her tight twat like a machine gun with his big cock.

Brenda pounded the bed with her fists as thrust after thrust lifted her off of the bed. Her father’s face was contorted as he strained with each downward motion. Both lovers were gasping for air as they came closer and closer to the mountain top. One last loud grunt and Dale released a flood of spunk into his little girl’s pussy just as wave after wave of orgasm was rushing over her. He kissed her on the forehead and thanked her.

Hurriedly Dale left the room feeling a bit guilty and also feeling very wonderful. He knew his wife would help figure things out when she got home. A half an hour later Dale was in the living room and had gotten dressed when Brenda came in all cleaned up but wearing nothing but those sexy yellow panties. He was opening his mouth to tell her to put some clothes on when instead the front door opened and in walked Pam.

Brenda had been looking out her window to see when her mom pulled up so she could time her appearance in the front room perfectly. Pam was only mildly surprised to see her daughter almost nude. Dropping her packages on a side table she glanced at her husband and noticed the enormous bulge in his pants as Brenda ran over to her and gave her a peck on the lips purring, “Hi mommy.”

“Brenda, what do you think you are doing traipsing around the house like that?” Pam asked this question trying to sound very stern but at the same time wanting to grab one of her daughter’s tits and suck it into her mouth. She also knew that given the slightest nod from her Dale would be all over both of them as oversexed as he was.

“Well, remember I told you last night that we didn’t have to worry about how we dressed around each other after I saw daddy’s big cock fuck your sweet tasting pussy. After all, mommy, I watched you and dad both sniff and kiss my nasty panties; this very pair that I have on.” With one hand Brenda pinched her nipples while she sensually ran her other hand over her undies. “Dear, that should have never happened. That was a one time thing; it was wrong,” Pam gulped as she spoke She knew full well that if Brenda didn’t go back to her room things were bound to happen.

“I don’t believe you, mom! I bet that if you sniffed my panties right now the three of us would be making love in seconds. Come on, mom, I dare you to sniff my nasty panties. If you don’t start making love with me in one minute I will go back to my room and get dressed.” Pam thought about it and decided to take her daughter’s challenge hoping to resist so that she could put off the inevitable until they could talk about it and decide how far they wanted to go.

“You promise that if I don’t try to make love to you in one minute you will get dressed and we will talk this over like adults.”

“Yes, mommy I promise. Daddy you count to sixty for us. Ok, sweet mommy bury your face in your little girl’s crotch.” Judging from what she had witnessed Brenda figured her mom would not make it quite the whole minute. Pam slid to the floor and once her face was against the bright yellow material Dale started counting.

He counted very slowly making it clear that he wanted a family orgy. He needn’t have worried as Brenda’s Panties reeked of her sweet cunt and by the time he reached the count of five Pam was already caressing her daughter’s butt and boobs. By fifteen she was pinching Brenda’s nipples between her thumb and fingers. At thirty she was sucking the juices from Brenda’s panties and when he reached forty she threw off her blouse and bra while moaning deeply.

Dale stopped counting and scurried from his chair, stripped and joined his wife and daughter. Planting kisses all over Brenda’s silky ass Dale was in pure heaven hoping his wife would not come to her senses. Pam began kissing up her daughter’s belly and noticed that Dale had joined them. In resignation she whispered, “Ok, baby I guess you win; but your daddy needs to get the package of rubbers so you don’t get pregnant before we get you on the pill.”

Dale was relieved that the only obstacle to both of these sexy ladies was he had to run and get a box of condoms. Not wasting any time he got to his feet and ran to the night stand in the bedroom and grabbed a supply. Meanwhile, both ladies were on their feet passionately kissing and caressing. He got back just in time to see Pam kick off her shoes as Brenda pushed his wife’s skirt down revealing an almost identical pair of yellow panties.

Squeezing each other tightly mother and daughter were grinding hard against one another. Dale wasn’t sure how to join in. Finally, they broke apart and Brenda motioned him over. Both ladies took a turn kissing him. Hands were busily pinching, pulling, rubbing, caressing and squeezing whatever body part they could reach.

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As the Birthday party wound down and the sun dipped below the tree line, the bartender and DJ began packing up their equipment. Fatima was using Mom’s kitchen to prepare an evening meal of baked ham and mac n’ cheese. Mom was helping her. Dad and Aunt Mary had disappeared again. The twins and the other girls, still in their bikinis, retreated to the family room to play video games. Jaz had mostly sobered up and joined the others in the family room. She apparently didn’t remember anything of her earlier exhibition.

I grabbed a couple sodas from the refrigerator as Jaz staggered into the kitchen to ask Mom if she could stay over tonight. I could understand that she had no interest in going home to her mama in the condition she was in. Mom pulled Jaz’s bikini top back in place to cover her exposed right nipple and then told her that she had already called her mama for permission. I could see the relief in Jaz’s face.

Fatima took advantage of Mom’s distraction and ran her hand up the leg of my bathing suit and cupped my balls. She sent me an air-kiss and released me but the damage was done and my cock started its steady rise in spite of my efforts to squelch it. I hurried out of the house to the yard before anyone noticed my condition. I handed a soda to Sylvia and with my body blocking the view of everyone else inside, Sylvia picked up where Fatima had left off.

Her nipples hardened and pushed on the shimmering material of her bikini top. They were very close to being exposed by the swooping neckline. Her face flushed and her breasts swelled from the increased blood flow. She was already heaving in air and her nipples broke free. She tried unsuccessfully to pull her top up to cover them. There was just too much boob stuffed in there already. She looked up at me and her eyes were on fire. She gripped my hard cock and said, “I’m so horny. Is there someplace we can go?”

With the sun no longer boring in on us, the temperature had cooled. I nodded toward the hot tub. She turned her head to look and then released my cock and headed that way. I followed and glanced back at the house to see if anyone was paying too much attention to us. No one was, except for Fatima, who grinned and gave me the jerk-off signal with her hand. I signaled her back by flicking my tongue rapidly up and down like the forked tongue of a snake sniffing the air.

As we settled down in the swirling water of the hot tub, Sylvia positioned herself in front of me and tugged on my bathing suit. I lifted my ass and she pulled my suit to my thighs as my cock surged out splashing water in her face. She pulled her face back and spit out water. She grinned as she looked down at my cock, visible just below the surface. She was submerged to her neck but her motion indicated that she was tugging her bikini bottom from between her legs and her eyes closed as she moaned. She was obviously fingering herself. I watched the various contortions of her face as she diddled herself with her left hand and stroked my raging hard cock with the right.

She looked around the hot tub and pulled my cock to the right to guide me into a deeper sitting seat. Where I was sitting, she would have been fully exposed if she pulled herself up and on my cock. In the new position, she would be shielded by the water, especially if the jets were on, which she then reached over and turned on.

She wasted no time as she pulled herself to me and positioned herself in my lap. She didn’t face me or position herself facing away either. She was sideways and she turned her head slightly and kissed me passionately. I held her with my left arm with her feet positioned outside my right hip. With her hand guiding my cock, she fine tuned her position and slowly slid herself onto my cock. She moved slowly, aware that the water would wash away her lubrication, but she was so horny that she slid all the way to my balls without discomfort. She turned her upper body to face me and put her hand gently to my face and kissed me again. She flexed her pussy on my cock and I returned the favor. She grinned at me and flexed again. I did the same and she groaned. Her hand went to her sex and I could feel her fingers stroking through my pubic hair and her sex. Neither of us were giving any physical indication that we were fucking as neither of us moved. To anyone watching us, Sylvia was just sitting in my lap as the jets splashed water around us.

We may not have actually been fucking but my climax began swirling around in my groin. The additional hardness signaled Sylvia and she muttered, “Oh my gawwdd, Dex. I’m so hot. I’m almost there. Wait for me.” She flexed her vaginal muscles hard on my cock. I gritted my teeth to hold back and to flex my cock as hard as I could. Fuck, I was close and I thought my head would explode trying to wait for her. We were in a passionate kiss preparing for our joint explosive orgasms when there was a different kind of splashing. I broke our embrace to see what it was.

As hard as my heart gaziantep suriyeli escort bayan was hammering in my chest already, it leaped up into my throat when I saw Dad and Aunt Mary settling down in the hot water beside us. Aunt Mary had her bathing suit on. Dad had settled down into the water before I opened my eyes. I could only surmise that he had his bathing suit on too. I couldn’t imagine him otherwise with Sylvia sitting here in my lap. They didn’t seem to realize what we were doing or else they didn’t care.

Sylvia was so close to her orgasm that she didn’t immediately register the rise in water level from two more bodies. I nudged her with my arm around her back and she opened her eyes and they went wide when she saw Dad and Aunt Mary sitting there beside us with bubbling water surging around their necks. Their eyes were closed as they luxuriated in the hot water.

My pending orgasm disappeared almost instantly and I started to lift her off my cock as inconspicuously as possible. Sylvia resisted and mouthed the word, ‘no’. I let her settle back down on my cock and she stared at Dad’s and Aunt Mary’s closed eyes as she flexed her vaginal muscles again. I mouthed the words, ‘Are you crazy?’ She just grinned at me and flexed again. I flexed too and it wasn’t long before she was back up again. I was nowhere close.

As her orgasm eased into her, she pushed her face into the crook of my neck and shoulder and buried her groans there. The roar of the jets prevented even me from hearing her. Her body writhed in my arms as her pussy clenched hard and then released on my cock. It repeated several times. The waves caused by her lurching body were lost in the water bursting to the surface.

The jets were on a timer and they could shut off any moment. When Sylvia’s orgasm subsided, she kissed me on the chin. I was concentrating on Dad and Aunt Mary sitting beside us. I slowly lifted her off my granite hard cock and she pulled the material between her legs back in place. While she was still lifted off me, I lifted my ass and pulled my suit back up. It was a struggle getting a wet bathing suit on over my erection, but I finally got it.

We stood up and the receding water level caused Dad to open his eyes. He looked at us and an odd smile formed. I couldn’t be sure, but my guess was that he knew exactly what we were doing. He closed his eyes again and I helped Sylvia step out to the ground.

When we got back to the table, we had used all day, Sylvia was snickering with a hand to her mouth. I was trying to figure out what to do with my raging hard-on. She pushed her body to mine, pressing my hard-on to my stomach and whispered, “Oh my gawwdd, Dex. That was awesome. Do you think your dad knew what we were doing? God, I hope not.” I lied and shook my head. She gripped my erection and said, “I have to change. I’ll be right back.”

As she left swishing her ass from side to side in an exaggerated motion, I grabbed my tented bathing suit and waggled my hard cock at her when she turned back to see if I was watching her go. She grinned and jabbed her tongue in and out of her cheek.

I grabbed a towel and dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist to hide my erection. As I headed inside, I glanced into the hot tub and Dad and Aunt Mary hadn’t moved. The jets had shut off and there wasn’t any hint of impropriety through the crystal-clear water.

With the girls in the family room playing video games, I sat down at the bar and watched Mom and Fatima working in the kitchen. I caught Fatima ogling Mom’s cleavage in her bikini top. Mom noticed too and she grinned over at me.

A couple minutes later, I noticed movement to my left. I glanced to see what it was. It was Sylvia, fully dressed as she had arrived, on her hands and knees crawling along the wall toward me. She had a very sultry look on her face as she grinned at me. She came up under the bar and parted the towel and reached up my leg into my damp bathing suit. I didn’t look down to give her away but I involuntarily sucked in air in a gasp when Sylvia pushed her lips onto my cock. Mom heard my gasp and looked over at me for a moment and then returned to her task.

I had done this before with Mom and I knew the drill. I concentrated on keeping my facial contortions in check, and it took everything I could muster as Sylvia bobbed her head up and down from tip to balls. Mom kept glancing at me and I just smiled back at her. Sylvia gave me a little reprieve as she sucked her way to the ridge and released the suction, so she wouldn’t make a noise. Then she gripped my cock lightly to hold it in place as she licked her way down my shaft to my balls and pulled one and then the other into her mouth. She pulled on my ball-sack and eased them from her lips and tongued her way back up to the tip.

Fatima bent over to look in the oven and took the opportunity to pull her short white cotton skirt up her thighs. She gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan wasn’t wearing panties and she reached down and ran her fingers through her sex for me to see. Mom was pulling dishes from an overhead cabinet and didn’t see. I was getting close and it was getting harder to maintain a casual appearance. My balls were working on my pending load. Fatima stood up and closed the oven door and then came over and put her elbows down on the bar with her face a foot from mine and just looked at me. I was sure that I couldn’t pass close scrutiny like Fatima was giving me right then.

My hands needed to do something so I gripped the edge of the bar to hold on. Sylvia was sucking on my cock so hard; I was sure I’d blow backwards when I came. Mom chose that moment to leave the kitchen. My heart leaped up into my throat. Fatima saw the change in my expression but she had no clue as to the cause. Fortunately, Mom turned left into the family room and announced that dinner would be ready in five minutes.

Sylvia’s head was driving up and down my shaft and cum boiled out of my balls and launched up my shaft into her waiting mouth. I couldn’t help but let out a groan that brought Fatima up on the bar so she could look into my lap. Sylvia was gulping down my load and making her own noises in the process. Fatima’s eyes went wide when she saw Sylvia with my cock buried in her mouth. She mumbled, “Oh my gaawwdd, guys.” She looked up at me and said, “Your Mom will be back any second. Jesus.” Sylvia swallowed several times and pulled her lips off my cock when she was sure I was done. She licked all around my shaft and then rolled away from me and crept back along the wall to the hallway looking back at me with a Cheshire Cat grin.

Before I could pull the towel back over my cock, Fatima reached over the bar and grabbed my slowly softening cock and stroked it a few times. Then she dragged her index fingernail through the ‘eye’ to collect post-cum that Sylvia hadn’t had time to get with her tongue. Fatima slid back across the bar to her feet and just as Mom walked back into the kitchen, Fatima pushed her index finger into her mouth. Mom looked at her and said, “No sampling dinner with your fingers.” Fatima grinned at her and pulled her finger from her lips. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

Sylvia appeared from the hallway and she sat down on the stool next to mine. She grinned at Fatima with a little embarrassment on her face from getting caught sucking my cock. At the same time, Sylvia slid her right hand along my thigh and under the towel to tug on my softened dick. I don’t think she expected to get any reaction but she was wrong. My dick took up the challenge and slowly hardened again. She leaned closer and whispered, “You’re amazing. How do you do that?” She just held it and tightened her grip as it got harder. She didn’t try to jerk me off. She just held it as she kept a close eye on Mom across the bar.

Fatima got the meal on the dining room table and Mom took up the task of getting a roomful of mostly inebriated teenage girls to the table. Dad and Aunt Mary were drying off in the backyard and they came to the table with towels around them. I pushed Sylvia’s hand off my cock, cinched my towel up and moved over to the table before the room full of tittering girls came in and caught me with another erection. Sylvia followed and sat beside me. She giggled as she looked into my lap to see me hiding my hard-on with my hands above the towel.

Dinner was interesting. The twins seemed sober but they had always been good at hiding it if they came home from a date a little drunk. Jillian wasn’t fooling anyone and wasn’t trying to. She came close enough to going down in her dinner plate that when she caught herself and sat back up, she had yellow cheese on the end of her nose. That got all the other girls roaring with laughter. I chuckled a little. I couldn’t help it. Sylvia elbowed me in the ribs.

I kept checking to see if Sylvia was okay to drive and she seemed fine. I had a few beers during the day but had stopped several hours ago. Dad had a lot of beers and he was the only one at the table still drinking. Jaz was sobering up after her ‘nap’ but she still struggled to keep her balance in her chair. Her bikini top was in disarray again and her right nipple was showing again. This seemed to amuse Sylvia the most and she finally leaned over and yanked Jaz’s top back in place. Jaz turned her head slowly as it wobbled on her neck and gave Sylvia a derisive look and muttered, “Bitch.”

Sylvia turned back to me and grinned as she said, “I think she’s pissed at me because she didn’t get her fuck on the picnic table.” I leaned forward to look at Jaz. The look that she had given Sylvia quickly morphed into a smile as she pursed her lips and gave me an air-kiss and mouthed the word, ‘Later?’.

Sarah and Amber had been really buzzed earlier in the gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort bayan day but they were recovering as they both surreptitiously listened in on Aunt Mary’s and Mom’s quiet conversation across the table in front of Dad, seated at the end of the table. They were both leaning toward each other; each with a hand on Dad’s thighs to balance themselves. Both of them were beyond buzzed. I couldn’t see what they were doing under the table but from the giggles coming from Sarah and Amber, they could see fine.

After dinner, Fatima and Sylvia cleaned up together. Fatima washed the dishes and pans and Sylvia dried. They used the time together to talk and I left them alone and went to sit in the family room. Sarah and Jennifer were on the video game and the others hooted with a good move and teased with a bad one.

I helped Fatima carry her equipment to the truck and once stowed properly she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. She broke the embrace and said, “Silly and I are getting together at her apartment soon. I hope you can make it.”

I smiled as a vision of a ‘two-on-one’ flashed through my mind. I nodded and said, “If that’s what Sylvia wants, she’ll let me know.” Fatima nodded and jumped up in the driver’s seat. The DJ was in the passenger seat patiently waiting. I watched and waved as she exited the driveway.

As I opened the front door, Sylvia was just reaching for the doorknob. She had her stuff in her carry-bag and her car-keys jangled from her left hand. She pushed herself against me and went up on her toes to give me a kiss. She said, “I had a wonderful time. I love your family. They made me feel right at home. I’ll call you tomorrow to see if you survived the night.”

I laughed and held her close and looked down into her beautiful eyes. I said, “I was just curious how your nickname came to be ‘Silly’.”

Sylvia giggled and said, “Tima and I became roommates at the start of our junior year. We were kind of getting to know each other and I made the mistake of assuming her nickname was ‘Fati’. She was anything but fat but she let me know in no uncertain terms that if I was going to call her that, we were going to have some problems. So, I came up with ‘Tima’. She liked it. We were at a frat party one night and I was pretty blasted. She was keeping an eye out for me. Guys were circling like sharks trying to take advantage of my condition. I’m a happy drunk and I couldn’t stop giggling and laughing. I guess Tima had had enough and she busted through the guys crowded around me and said, ‘Come on Silly. It’s time to go.’ To say the least the frat boys were upset with her. We made it out of there okay and she’s called me ‘Silly’ ever since. She’s the only one who calls me that and don’t you even think of calling me that, at least not at work.”

She stretched up and kissed me again and then went to her car. She waved out the open window of her Mini Cooper as she drove off. I stood there watching until she was out of sight and then went back inside. I went up to my room to get out of my bathing suit. The nylon net liner, inside my suit was chafing my balls. I pulled on my knee length nylon basketball short without underwear and marveled at how much better that felt. I pulled on a fresh tank and when I opened my bedroom door I nearly ran into Mom.

She pushed me back and closed my door behind her. She walked past me and sat down on my bed and said, “I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love Sylvia. She’s beautiful. Are you going steady or an item or whatever you call it these days?”

I looked at Mom for a moment as I thought on her question. Then I just shrugged my shoulders, “Hard to say Mom. It’s physical and for the moment, and that’s enough. Mom smiled and nodded. “Mom?” I said. “Where is everyone sleeping tonight?”

Mom replied, “In the same beds as last night. Sarah, Amber and Jaz are sleeping in her dad’s van. I’m told that the back-seat folds down to a bed. I also heard that you know all about that.” A sheepish smile formed on my face. I guess the twins ratted me out about my shopping trip to the mall. “If Sylvia had opted to stay over, we would have been okay with her sleeping in here with you if she wanted to. I’m glad she didn’t stay though. It could have been awkward for her and your father if the wrong person saw her car here overnight.” She chuckled and whispered, “Besides, I have plans for you tonight. I’ve been missing you.”

I could only imagine what that meant and I knew she wouldn’t reveal her plans until the time came. My cock was anxious and it lifted the long nylon pant leg of my shorts. To change the subject, I decided to broach the subject of Dad and Aunt Mary again. “When did Jillian and Jennifer start joining you and Dad and Aunt Mary?” Mom’s mouth fell open slightly as her eyes darted everywhere but at me. She didn’t respond for several seconds.

She started examining her fingers and finally looked at me and motioned for me to come closer. She gripped my hardening cock through the nylon material with her right hand and just held it as I sat down beside her. She said, “Two years ago. They caught your father and Aunt Mary in bed together. She was riding him cow-girl style. That’s her favorite position. She never got to be in control with your Uncle Ray.” She was heading off on a tangent and I twirled my hand in the air to get her back on track.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So I’ve been thinking…”

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

“…about what to do with you.”

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you’re not attracted to me.”

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

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

I was taken aback. “What? How?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

“Nick! Nick!”

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

“Nick!”

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

“What now?” I asked groggily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Liar!” she screeched.

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

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

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

“‘Bout fifteen times.”

“Each?” asked Robert.

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

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

“Jesus Eric, what happened then?”

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

“With which one?

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

“Can you understand why his nuts hurt Jim?”

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

“Yah that’s probably it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How is it going Jennifer? You married?”

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

“Married? No … not me.”

“Why not Bobby?”

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

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

“No Jennifer … no line.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you find yourself Bobby?”

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

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

“They sound great.”

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

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

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

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

“I could eat too, mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What dear?” asked Robert’s mother.

“Nothing Mrs. English.”

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

“You did.” Said Robert.

“Oh yah … huh? Sweet meat!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe she’s a cousin Bobby.”

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

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

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

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

“You always said you liked it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe a lemonade?”

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

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

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

“Mommm!”

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

“Ok mom.”

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

“What happened?” she asked.”

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

“You guys playin’ shoes?”

“Yah dad,” said Eric. “Wanna’ play?”

“Maybe for a little while.”

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

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

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

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

“Don’t start with me Eric. Not now.”

“Sorry Bro.”

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

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

“But Earl …”

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

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

“I … uh … don’t have a car.”

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

“Sure if you want.”

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

“Where are your mom and dad?”

“They had to go to a business meeting?”

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

“Yah, me too. You wanna’ drive?”

“Sure why not.”

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

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

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

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

“Go down this road,” said Jennifer smiling.

“Why what’s down there?”

“Just go.”

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

“Go in there.”

“In the motel?” Asked Robert.

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

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

“Do you have money?” asked Jennifer.

“Yah.”

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

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

“A room?”

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

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

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

“Would you like a room young man?”

“Yes for two.”

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

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

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

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

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

“No … no thanks I can handle them.”

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

“Number Six.”

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

---

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

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

“Oh crap,” said Robert.

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

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

“I’m waiting Bobby.”

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

“I can’t wait a second. Come on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robert was really getting into it now. He asked,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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She fumbled with my zipper and gasped as she freed my cock. “It’s even bigger up close!” She quickly engulfed about 4 to 5 inches of my cock. I knew I should stop her but her lips, tongue and mouth were magical. She guided my hand to her pussy. She was soaking wet.

“Oh god.” And a few moans was all that I could muster. I was so incredibly turned on by what was happening. My cock was rock hard and throbbing as she continued to suck harder and faster.

She was sopping wet as I slowly inserted 2 fingers into her tight pussy. I was slowly finger fucking as her moans started to increase on my cock. I was so close to cumming in her hot mouth when there was a knock on the window. She raised her head from my cock as we both looked towards the window. It was the police. Dina sat back up. We only received a warning from the police and were told to move on.

That was a close call as I zipped up and started to drive away.

We had to head to the hall where the repass was being held. She was already late. What was I going to do once we were there. gaziantep sahibe escort bayan I wanted my cock in her tight pussy. I’m sure she wanted it too. I had to figure out something.

I dropped her off near the entrance. And parked the car and waited a few minutes before I went inside.

I went inside and started to talk with old friends and family. I tried to avoid Dina because I didn’t want to sprout a hard on in front of everyone. I could see her watching me as she mingled with everyone. I was watching her too. I want ed this thing to end so I could take her to my motel room.

She texted that she wanted to finish what we started. She said she didn’t want to wait any longer. She told me to meet her by the coat closet in 5 minutes.

My heart started to race as I looked for the coat closet. I found it off to the side of the entrance. It was unmanned for this event so the counter was closed. I entered the door and there was Dina bent over the counter with her dress around şahinbey escort bayan her waist. She was reaching behind her with right hand rubbing her pussy intensely. I could hear her moans as I approached her. What a sight to see. That golden brown heart shaped ass. I Walked up to her and replaced her hand with my own. My god she was wetter than in the car. Her moans increased as I was rubbing her clit as I inserted 2 fingers into her. She shuddered and came all over my hand.

“I need you cock now. Please I need it now.”

I lowered my pants very quickly as my rock hard cock sprang free and brushed her sweet ass. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy to make sure it was nice and wet. She held her ass open for me as I continued to tease her. I slowly entered her tight pussy for the first time. I only inserted the head and just stopped as she tried to push her ass back up against me. I wanted to take it nice and slow.

“Please just fuck me. Pound me from behind. We şahinbey bayan escort don’t have any time.”

“OH GOD”, as I completely entered with one hard stroke. I started to build a rhythm as I grabbed her hips. I was starting to pound her harder and harder. Her pussy felt so good. Her pussy gripped like a glove.

“Your cock is amazing. Please don’t stop fucking me. God it’s so big. I have never been filled up like this.”

I held onto her hips and was pounding away like a madman. She was moaning I was moaning. She was pushing her ass up against. I was so deep inside with each thrust. I could feel she was close to cumming.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Fill my pussy with your cum. OH GOD!!”

I let out a moan and groan from deep inside me. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

She straightened up and wrapped her arms around my neck as my cock was starting to soften. I nuzzled her neck and squeezed her tits through her dress.

“I want your cock after this is over.”

“I want you too.”

We dressed and went back out to our friends and family. I needed a beer. I was sitting there drinking and I received a text from Dina.

“Check your pocket.” It was her panties as I quick stuffed them back in my coat pocket.

“I’m not wearing any panties and your cum is dripping down my legs right now. I want to feel your cock in all of my holes. Please fuck my ass tonight!!”

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Here is a second chapter for the story of sinning with Cyn, as always it is a complete fiction in an artificially simple world combining unreal innocence and debauchery.

No relationship to any real persons living or dead is intended.

We start now with the last few lines of Chapter one . . .

*

Cyn headed to the bedroom door.

“Its also high time I looked in on your brother. I think it is time for him to learn a few things about becoming a man that only a woman can teach.

At least he knows how to shave.

Maybe I’ll get him to teach you to shave — or will I tell Daddy to do it?”

Cyn closed the door on a shocked face and headed down to the basement where Devlin was working out after coming home from college. That was his job. Cyn wanted him to be strong and manly as he grew up so she supervised and coached his efforts on the weight lifting equipment.

Cyn was wearing her own exercise costume when she entered the weight room area. Her baggy basketball shorts and loose top were all she was wearing this time. She had discarded her damp panties when she cleaned up after bringing Hazel to her first orgasm, and she decided to take off her snug sports bra as well when she changed to the shortly nylon top and short basketball shorts.

“There you are Dev. Are you working out the sets I scheduled for you?”

“Pretty well, Mom, I just have these arm curls to finish before the dumbbell work. You said you wanted to check some things before I went to the new weight.”

Cyn leaned against the door jamb and watched her adopted son curl the weights one handed with his elbow resting on the small shelf beside the window.

He was thin and wiry, with his muscles standing out in profile as he strained with the weights. Cyn liked to look at his naturally bare and hairless chest as he worked. She liked smooth men over hairy ones. Bill had to wax almost daily to come to her standards of hairlessness. She also liked that Dev had nice dark prominent nipples for a boy.

“Twenty four, twenty five. OK Dev, stow those weights and come over here, I want to check your progress.”

Dev usually enjoyed this progress check when he was feeling he had done a good workout. He liked to have a physique that pleased Mom and Daddy, especially Daddy he often confessed to himself. This was the first time in a long while that Mom had wanted to do a check out before he ended.

Dev presented himself in front of Mom in the way she had taught him, feet exactly two and a half feet apart, erect with his hands clenched together, raised above his head.

Cyn took out her little cloth seamstress tape from the tiny desk in the corner. She began to measure Devlin and mark the results on her chart.

Stepping close to him she passed the tape around his chest, nipple high. Her breasts touched his chest lingeringly as she passed the tape behind him, fumbling a bit as the tape changed hands. Cyn liked the heat and slight odor of maleness coming from her son. She slid her nipples along his skin a bit before stepping back.

Cyn wondered what Dev would think, feeling her softness instead of the usual firm press of her confined breasts. Her nipples began to elongate as she thought of what she would be doing to Dev pretty soon. She marked the result carefully before measuring his waist.

Looking down, she could see a slight protruding of genetalia. She liked that in a man.

Cyn next measured Dev’s biceps and fore arms before walking around behind him to appraise the looks of his back.

She slapped his buttocks as the signal to demonstrate his flexibility and Dev promptly bent forward to touch the floor with his palms straight down between his feet.

“Hold that pose, Dev; I am going to measure your upper thighs.”

Cyn knelt down and passed her tape around one of the thighs straight and straining before her. The wide spread pose allowed her an almost perfect view up the loose shorts at Dev’s manhood, packed tightly into his athletic supporter. She was pleased to note no hair at all in the inner thighs and upper legs. Her breath blew slightly on to his skin as she laid her cheek on one buttock to reach around and measure the other upper thigh.

“Stay like that while I write this down.”

Dev wondered what his Mom wanted gaziantep özbek escort bayan now.

A few seconds he felt a small hand enter the leg of his shorts and cup the pouch holding his ‘jewels’ as the guys in sports called them.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Just checking if you have the right kind of athletic supporter for the next series of heavier weights. Stand up and lower those shorts to half mast.”

Cyn sat back on her heels and waited for Dev to comply.

“Mom do I have to?”

Cyn slapped his right buttock smartly.

“Do as I say.”

“Mommm!”

Cyn slapped the other cheek.

“Do I get out the paddle, young man?”

Dev stood reluctantly and lowered his shorts to his knees.

“Spread those knees young man, and hold those pants with them.”

Dev was intensely aware of his Mom right behind him as his knees reluctantly spread farther apart to hold the shorts up from the floor. He knew the straps of his jock did not even cover his anus. He felt her fingers slip under the straps and lift, stretching them away from his butt. She let them snap back.

“The tension seems about right. Does this feel a bit snug; is there room for all of you?

Dev felt the fingers sliding all over the pouch feeling the outline of his balls. The hand cupped him, lifting a bit.

“What about support? Do you feel dangly or firm?”

Cyn slid her hand around his package, noticing the elongation in the part farthest from her. She traced its outline lightly.

Dev began to feel even more embarrassed as his cock began to get stiffer and thicker.

“Is your hair control up to date, young man?”

Cyn wormed her finger under the join of straps at the rear of the pouch and peered in at the balls revealed, packed together at the rear. Is your Daddy doing a good job? Stand up!”

Cyn slapped the bare buttocks for emphasis as she walked around to look at his front.

“Reach up and clench, young man.”

Cyn looked over the bare torso now completely revealed. Her nipples were stiff and she could feel them pressing on the slick inside surface of her nylon top. She stood to one side of the young Devlin and allowed her nipple to drag over his rib cage as she cupped his jock strap.

“We don’t want a hernia here, do we?”

Cyn watched the elongation under the pouch straining its way to the top, trying to slip up under the waist band. She fingered it briefly and cupped the pouch lightly.

“Devlin, I think your supporter is ok. I want to supervise you wearing it as you do the next bit of workout. Let those shorts drop.

Cyn stood back and watched her son drop his shorts and turn away, heading for the barbells, while simultaneously trying to conceal his obvious stiffie from his mom.

Cyn watched her son do the required number of reps with the new weight, satisfied at his hormonal reaction as well as the full development of his genetalia. She would do a more complete examination later with Bill, but right now she wanted to see if he was susceptible to sight arousal as well.

“Devlin I want you to do the bench work now. Do some reps with the bar at this new weight. I’ll spot you.”

As Dev settled on the bench with his head at the end and the bar bell across the supports, his mom came and stood near his head. He was intensely aware of his semi erection still filling out his pouch. Suddenly he noticed he could see up the front of Mom’s top. She had no bra!

Dev could see the tight nipples hanging down from his Mom’s titties. Her teats ready to suck.

“Oh God,” he groaned inwardly. He felt his boner squirming forward again. He just knew his tip would show under the waist band this time.

Then things got even worse as he raised the barbell and his mom took the final step forward to put her hands on the bar too.

Devlin saw straight up under his Mom’s shorts at her spread open crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties! He could see her entire open wide vulva. There it was right up there a foot from his face, open to his view.

He licked his lips and almost lost the concentration to keep lifting the bar.

“One,” said his Mom.

Dev lowered the bar. His cock strained at the band at his waist. porno videolar

“Come on, now Dev, two.”

Dev strained the new weight up again and looked again under his Mom’s pant leg.

He saw a very slightly open long slit. It ran from the tight brown opening at her rear all the way to the front. The inner edges were slightly pink and glistening. Smooth and completely hairless, it had a powerful looking mound in front.

As Dev put the weight back down on the forked rest, the worst happened. The waist band of his jockstrap lost the struggle to contain and his cock head popped up.

“Oh God, I’m sunk.” he thought.

Dev felt his mom’s hands wrap around his, keeping them on the bar.

Cyn stayed there with her legs wide spread showing Dev the space between her legs as she looked down his torso at the little mouse popping out of his jock. She liked the delicious feel of being innocently exposed to her son and she especially liked his obvious reaction.

“Young man! You keep these hands here on the bar while I take a look at that athletic supporter of yours. It seems to be at least one size too small.”

Dev rested there trying furiously to make his boner go away but the more he thought of it, the worse it got. He suddenly liked the idea of a woman, even his mother, looking at his erect cock even if it was hidden under some cloth. His cock strained fuller trying to slip farther out of its confinement when his Mom knelt beside him and looked it over.

He felt her warm breath on his belly as she leaned over to look at his tip. Her breasts dangled low under her top and he could see them swinging slightly as she hovered over his waist.

“Lift your legs,” she said briskly.

Dev raised his legs to feel his Mom swiftly strip the waist band up and off then lift the jock free from his balls and letting his cock pop free.

In all her time as a woman this was the first time Cyn had been able to look thoroughly at a naked, non threatening male.

Growing up she had known she was a bull dyke and had never really looked at either boys or men. Bill never saw her naked and she was not interested in even looking at Bill as a sexual feature in her life. She did other personal, much less intimate things to Bill.

She knelt at his side and looked him over. She took her tape and laid it along the penis, wondering how it stayed so stiff rising in the air, pointing at Dev’s chin. She went to her notebook and wrote the measurement down.

“Nice size Dev, I have dildoes that size, Mel used to prefer one like that. She liked long and slim.”

Cyn ran a finger up the straining cock from balls to tip. “I am glad we decided not to have a boy circumcised at birth. Your tip looks almost like a big clit I played with once.”

Cyn heard Devin groan as she ran her finger lightly around the tip.

She poised her fingers around the tip and pressed the loose skin down, revealing the complete head.

“Arlene was her name and she loved it when I did this to her.”

Cyn looked up at Dev’s face as he stared mesmerized at the fingers pushing the loose skin back from the head of his cock. She pulled the skin back up, pinching it closed over his cock head.

“Does this feel good, baby boy?”

She stripped the skin firmly back down, revealing the red cock head as she spoke.

“This used to drive Arlene wild.”

Cyn ran her finger around the rim of the sensitive, now almost purple mushroom shaped cock head.

She watched as a single tiny globe of clear fluid sprouted at the tiny opening at the tip of Dev’s cock. She touched her finger to it and spread the juice all over his tip so it glistened.

Devin gasped.

Cyn took her finger tip and sniffed it.

“This feels and smells just like an excited woman, Dev.”

She ran her finger tip around the slick cock head again then stroked her finger around Dev’s nostrils.

“This is what you smell like. This is what you taste like.”

With the last statement, Cyn ran her finger along Dev’s lips.

She looked back at the glistening cock head and swatted the side of the cock. She smiled as it bobbed and swayed to the side before coming back to a quivering stand in the middle.

“Maybe I will gaziantep rus escort bayan use this little thing as a punishment if you are naughty. A few slaps to the side should straighten you right up.”

Cyn snickered.

“Oops. Straighten up. I made a joke about your privates.”

Cyn smiled at Dev, “Let me make it feel better, my big baby boy.”

Cyn caressed it softly again.

“Mom please,” gasped Devin, “My balls are starting to ache.”

Cyn stopped smoothing her hand over Dev’s cock and looked down between his legs at his now bloated balls. She cuddled them up from their space between his legs in her palm.

“Nice looking balls, Dev. I see your sack is hanging loose. No hair either. I like that too.”

Cyn felt around in the loose sack and outlined the balls under the loose skin.

Does your Daddy help you with the shaving, Dev?”

Dev gasped again.

“Yes, every second day. He gets me to do his cock and balls too. An exchange, he said.”

“When he shaves you do you have a nice big erection like this?”

Dev shook his head.

“Usually I am sorta limp and half hard. Daddy strokes me the same as you do but maybe you know how better. But Daddy gets hard like this when I have to shave him. He pulls my penis around with the tip skin when he shaves me.”

“What else does he do?”

“He likes me to pull his penis straight down between his legs and milk him while he kneels on the bed. He says that all farm boys learn that way of clearing out the surplus semen. He says he will do that for me when my erections get strong enough.”

Cyn seized Dev’s cock head by the loose foreskin and began to tug it around in circles. “Does your Daddy handle your cock like this?”

“Y-yes.”

“But now you are stiff. I think I should clear out your surplus semen. Do you want that, my baby boy?”

Dev lay there with his hands on the cold steel barbell and thought about the strange turn of events.

He loved the touch of a woman on his equipment much more than the feel of his Daddy, Bill.

“Yes please, Mom.” He said.

“Kneel up young man, knees wide on this bench and place your hands on the floor.”

Cyn clapped her hands as the flustered young man stood hastily with his boner pointing straight out so it rubbed slightly across her cheek. Cyn liked the incidental caress from Devin’s cock as she sniffed his arousal.

Cyn ordered Dev’s knees wider until she could easily get both hands deep between his legs. She reached through and grabbed the loose skin at the tip in a vice like grip, tugging it straight back until Dev’s balls were hanging over each side in their loose sack.

“Does your Daddy like you to do this to him?”

“Oh yes, Mom, how did you know?”

Cyn ran her finger around the still slick cock head. She transferred the slickness to Dev’s brown pucker.

“Does he touch you here too?”

“Yyes, Mom. He says he will show me how to use it later when I am fully developed.”

Cyn pressed her finger gently through the tight sphincter.

“It feels a bit like this to start. Done right I hear it feels wonderful.”

Devin cocked his hips a bit to align with the probing finger but it went away.

He felt the lightest warm breath on his wide spread rump.

“Does my little baby boy need some release? Do you want me to clear out the nasty stale semen for you?”

“Please, please soon Mom.”

Dev hung his head straight down and spread wider as a firm hand gripped his cock and began to strip the skin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his cock head.

His Mom pointed his cock straight down and gripped it harder in her tiny fingers. It was almost painful when she jerked the skin suddenly off the sensitive head and rammed it down his shaft. Her knuckles bumped on his balls with every stroke and it was not long before the sensations built to an intolerable level.

Dev squeezed his eyes closed and gasped as he began to strobe jet after jet of semen from his cock.

Cyn cooed, “That’s right my big boy. You empty those balls. ”

She kept right on stripping the ropes of white from the cock as it jumped in her hand. She milked him thoroughly on to the towel spread between his knees as her other hand smoothed the skin of his tight butt.

When he was completely drained, she folded the towel over the puddle of semen. She gave his raised ass a tender kiss. She smoothed her hand lingeringly down to cup the hanging balls. She shook them gently.

“There there, baby boy, all empty now. Go take your shower and meet me in your bedroom in a half hour. Be properly dressed for track and field.”

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