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This is my first attempt at writing erotica so please feel free to comment. Also I want to take this opportunity to affirm that my stories are purely fictional and fantasy. Some characters may be real but names and actions are fantasy and changed to fit the story. Please enjoy and I love comments so please tell me what you think about my stories or about me.

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Let me start by explaining that I am a divorced father. I have been divorced for sixteen years now at fifty years old. I came home from work to find my ex wife gone and my whole world turned upside down. Here I was a thirty-four year old father working full time and finding myself alone with four wonderful kids to raise on my own. It was often times a hard time but we made it and now all my children are grown with lives of their own and I am starting a new chapter of my life being free of child responsibilities.

I think it was at around forty-two years old that I discovered I liked watching bisexual porn on my computer. I would spend hours locked in my room after the kids were in bed watching porn and stroking my seven inch hard cock and making myself cum all over myself. It all started watching three-way porn with two men and a woman. I absolutely love watching a woman get fucked by two hard cocks. Seeing her with a cock in her mouth and pussy at the same time just blows me away. When they fill her mouth and cunt with hot juicy cum I always lose it and cover my hand and stomach with my own hot juice.

As I found myself increasingly only watching bisexual porn and getting more and more aroused by it to the point that I could almost only cum if I was thinking about it. I happened to find a video one day of a woman forcing her husband to be bi and to suck her lover’s cock. She made him get it hard and wet. She then made him guide his big fat cock into her completely shaved and ready pussy. As her lover pounded her tight pussy she moaned and groaned like a whore in heat. Her lover filled her gaping cunt with a huge load of hot cum. He pulled away and immediately she made her husband bury his face in her pussy and lick and suck out all of her lover’s stinky cum. I was hooked. I started searching for more and more videos of forced bi and even got so far as to find women dressing their boyfriends and husbands up like sissy bitch bois and making them perform. I became obsessed.

I started buying panties and bras and stockings and all sorts of lingerie. I also started buying lots of toys. I bought vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, all sorts of bondage stuff, and mouth gags that both prevented me from speaking and also the o-ring type that holds your mouth open wide. I even bought a strapon harness in hoped that one day I would meet a woman that wanted to pound my starving asshole. The toys kept getting bigger and bigger until I had added to my collection some quite large dildos.

Now at fifty years old and living alone I had ample time to enjoy my obsession of dressing up like a sissy and playing with my toys. On my days off work I would take my time with a long hot bath soaking in my huge garden tub. I would shave my legs, shave my under arms and shave my face twice to ensure it was very smooth.

After the bath I love to take my time dressing up. I first put on stockings (I don’t care for panty hose). I add a garter to hold up the stockings. Then I add a lacy but firm tummy flattener followed by a bra and matching panties. I often wear thongs but I have all sorts of panties. Bikini, boy shorts, thongs, g-strings, crotchless, french cut and the like. Then I would start doing my face. I had bought all the makeup I had seen my ex wife and daughters use. I wasn’t very good at it but it still made me feel quite slutty to put makeup on. I always use blue and purple on my eyes as I think it is truly sissy colors and bright red lipstick because I think that makes lips look like they crave cock. I take my time adding glue on nails and paint them bright red to match my lipstick. I then add really high heels like the kind strippers wear and top it all off with a wig. I have blonde wigs and bright red wigs. These two colors seem sluttier to me. I look in the mirror and I know I am not very passable but it is the feeling I crave not the ability to pass as a woman. Something about being dressed up like a sissy whore but still knowing that if some one were to see me they would know I am a man trying to be a sissy cock lover really turns me on.

Living alone now I can finish dressing and doing my face and walk all around the house as much as I like feeling like a complete whore. I often dream about the cable guy, the mailman, the meter man or any other service man knocking on the door and I open it dressed as I am. In my fantasy they always come in and all but rape me leaving me in a sweaty cum covered heap when they are done. We will leave those fantasies for another story.

It was one such day that this story takes place. I had taken about two long hours preparing myself. I had also given myself a very thorough enema düzce escort as I planned on using almost every toy in my arsenal today. I wanted to spend the entire day home alone prancing around like a cock craving cum loving whore dressed like a sissy slut sucking and fucking my toys until I couldn’t move anymore. I had been working a lot and finally had a couple of days off and wanted to enjoy them to the fullest. After my enema I had dressed and admired myself in the mirror thinking this is going to be a fun day. Little did I know that the fun part was right but in no way was this day going to go as I had planned.

I walked out of my bathroom and headed down the long hallway in my home towards the kitchen to get myself a drink. I find a couple of cocktails always help me relax and push myself to the limit. I walked out of the hallway into the living room heading to the kitchen and came face to face with my twenty-eight year old daughter Alicia. She had let herself in because I had not heard her knocking. At first she didn’t recognize me and started to turn away thinking I was one of her dad’s lady friends and she didn’t want to see me dressed this way. But as she said excuse me and started to turn away I saw her eyes change and I knew that she recognized me, my heart sank. I was paralyzed in fear of what she would think of me or worse would she say anything to her siblings. I have two other daughters and a son.

I started to babble some incoherent form of an explanation but only succeeded in sounding like a blithering idiot. Alicia for some reason recovered from her shock faster than I would have ever imagined she would. As I was trying and failing to explain Alicia put her hand up palm facing me as if to say stop talking. For some reason the way she did that like there was no chance of not doing as she said made me stop talking and just stand there dressed like a sissy, embarrassed beyond comprehension and not knowing what to do next.

I tried in vain to cover myself with my hands. Putting both hands in front of my withering cock. The shame and embarrassment had made it shrink to almost nonexistent. As I stood there dying of shame and wondering how I had not locked the second lock on the front door to assure that my kids who all had keys could not get in I saw Alicia eyeing me all over. I noticed in her eyes that she was looking at me not in an angry disgusted way but more in an “I have got you way”.

My daughter Alicia, my oldest is actually a very beautiful young woman. She stands about 5’1″ tall. Guessing her weight I would say 100 pounds give or take a pound or two.

Although she has already had one child of her own, her tummy is excruciatingly flat. She has well toned legs and perfect feet and toes. I love feet and have often thought as she was growing up how beautiful her feet and toes are. Her breasts are a perfect 32B. Not big but so perfectly proportioned that her swimsuits always look amazing on her. Her face is smooth and her complexion is a perfect light tan with cheekbones rising just right. Add to all of that her dark blonde hair that falls just to her shoulders. Even though she is my daughter I have often thought how lucky her boyfriends are.

Alicia snapped me out of my thoughts by pointing to the couch and telling me to sit. I moved over to the couch and slowly sat down trying to keep myself covered as much as possible. I picked up a pillow and buried my face in it wishing that when I pulled it away Alicia would not be there and it was all a dream. This was not to be as Alicia took the pillow and told me to look at her. As I lifted my head she asked if I was expecting company? I said no I am not why do you ask that? It was then that I saw her looking at the coffee table at all the toys I had lain out to play with. I was even more mortified than I already was. Alicia’s tone became slightly firmer at this point. “Dad are you a FAGGOT?”

I almost died and said no I am not why do you ask me that and so harshly? Here is my normally soft-spoken demure little daughter coming across as a woman who would not be denied and demanding the truth. I knew at that point that Alicia would not be leaving today until she got every dark little secret I had out of me. So again she asked, “Are you a cock loving FAGGOT?” Again I said no. She reached over and picked up an eight inch long very fat perfectly cock shaped dildo with balls and said ok then, “Why do you have ALL these cocks?” You are not expecting company, you are dressed like a faggot sissy whore and you have all these cocks out on the table. If you aren’t expecting anyone they must be for you Dad.

I knew I was busted and any shreds of hope that I held on to that I would get out of this with some lame explanation were now gone. Alicia reached over and grabbed my chin hard and forced me to look right into her eyes. “Dad tell me everything right now or I will call all of your children”. In mortal fear that she would and the look in eyes told me she was edirne escort not bluffing I began the long story of how I had discovered porn on the internet and how you could find ANYTHING on there. I told her of how I had stumbled across bisexual porn and how that had progressed to forced bi and forced feminization porn. Before I realized it I had told her of all my fantasies of being forced to be bi by a woman and forced to lick cum out of her pussy after her lover had cum in her and on and on until there was nothing left to tell her.

Finally I took a long sigh and stopped talking. We sat there in silence for what seemed like forever before either of us spoke again. I could see Alicia was thinking hard. Finally she looked dead into my eyes and ordered me to stand up. I hesitated and she reached for her phone. I saw her select my second oldest daughter form her speed dial. I panicked and begged her to please stop and stood so quickly that on the six-inch heels I was wearing I almost toppled over.

I regained my balance and stood motionless less than a foot away from my beautiful daughter thinking of how stupid I was for letting myself be caught and winding up in this position. Alicia instructed me to slowly turn around in a circle two times. I knew I no longer had any option of denying her anything she asked me to do so I rotated in front of her. I was in shame so I held my eyes closed tight. I could still feel her gaze on me as I turned so she could inspect her sissified father.

She then told me to kneel in front of her, which I did quickly and obediently. I held my head down and my eyes on the floor in front of me. I was still too ashamed to look at her.

“Look at me Dad” Alicia said firmly. I looked up to see her running her hand over the seven dildos and two anal plugs I had lying on the table. Which one do you like best Dad? I could not bring myself to say the twelve incher with the fat head. For some reason it was like she already knew. Her hand came to rest on the largest of all my toy cocks. She picked it up and tested its weight in her hand. It looked gigantic in her small hand.

Alicia brought the big twelve-inch cock right in front of my face. “So you like big COCKS do you Dad?” You are a size queen aren’t you bitch? I could not believe the words coming out of my innocent daughter’s mouth. I felt my face burning with shame and knew I must be beyond red. Alicia said DO NOT lie to me Dad if you want me to keep this a little secret between us. So I slowly nodded my head yes I do love big cocks. Nodding my head was not good enough. Alicia said “I want to hear you say it Dad”. I said yes baby “I love big giant cocks”. It was then that I noticed she was recording our conversation on her phone. She must have turned on the recorder when she threatened to call my other daughter.

She picked up her phone and sent the recording to herself in an email. She looked at me and said insurance Dad. You will now do anything I say, anytime I want or all your family will hear you saying how much you love big giant COCKS. I knew I was done. I had no choice but to do as Alicia wished from now on.

She again picked up the twelve-inch cock and held it right in front of my face. Lick it Dad. She touched the fat head of the cock to my lips. I slowly opened my mouth and lightly licked the tip. “Come on Dad” is that any way to lick a cock. She pushed it against my lips harder and this time I ran my tongue all around the head and even licked the fake piss hole. Alicia pushed harder and forced the huge cock into my mouth. “Wow my dad does love COCK”. In and out she pushed it forcing me to suck it deeper with each push. After a short time she was forcing about seven inches of the twelve into my mouth, gagging me with it as it worked its way into my throat. My eyes were watering causing mascara to run down my face, Alicia didn’t stop she forced on and when she got almost nine inches down my throat and I was gagging profusely. “My dad the cock sucking SISSY FAGGOT”.

Alicia told me to take the huge cock in my hand and to keep sucking it. Saying I had better get it really wet for what was coming next. For a moment I wasn’t sure what she had in mind until I saw her reach for the strapon harness. Oh my god my tiny daughter is about to fuck my sissy ass cunt with this monster cock. She stands and dons the harness right over her jeans. I was slightly disappointed at not seeing her take her jeans off. For some reason I was hoping to see her panties, as I knew from doing laundry in the past that my darling Alicia loved very sexy panties.

After she had the harness on and cinched up tight she took the monster dildo cock from my mouth and ordered me to help attach it to the harness. I cannot even begin to explain the erotic sight of my 5’1″ daughter standing there with a twelve-inch fat cock protruding from between her legs. It looked even more freakishly huge on her small frame than it did lying on the table. “Suck my cock elazığ escort SISSY COCK WHORE dad”! Alicia grabbed the hair of my wig and pulled my face to her massive cock and forced it into my mouth. “Get it really wet BITCH or this next part will make you scream”. I did my best to spit on it as much as possible. “Ok now bend over the ottoman Sissy”. I lay on my stomach across the ottoman and felt my tiny daughter with the giant cock move up behind me.

Alicia spits into her hand and rubs it onto my asshole before moving closer and lining up her enormous cock with my boi pussy. “Take a breath and let it out Sissy”. As I exhale I feel her drive the fat cock right into my waiting hole. Alicia pushed about half of the cock into me before she stops. I am writhing in agony, as before now I have never started with the big daddy of all my toy cocks. She pushed it in so fast and so deep that it took my breath away or I am sure the neighbors would have heard me scream. As she held it deep inside me she leaned over my back and said, “How does your daddy pussy like my big cock?”

Daddy pussy? I shivered at her words still unable to speak. Where did this woman come from and where was my sweet little girl? I heard her laugh as she straightened back up.

“I have wanted to fuck a man pussy for a long time” she said. Who would have ever thought I would be fucking my Sissy dad right in his boi cunt. Where were these words coming from? My daughter had never spoken this way. So nasty, so demeaning, I LOVED it.

She began to pull back until only the fat head of her giant cock was left inside my daddy pussy as she called it. Then she pushed again, hard. I felt my breath again leave my body, and she didn’t stop this time until I felt her pelvis against my ass cheeks. I knew without a doubt she had driven all twelve inches of her cock into my ass. I could not breathe or speak. I was dying it hurt so much but at the same time I was turned on more than I have ever been before. Never before had I been able to push all twelve inches into myself. Yet here was my small 5’1″ daughter driving it into me and not caring about my agony. She simply wanted to fuck me and she was not going to be deterred. Alicia began to rhythmically piston in and out of her daddy pussy with her giant cock. Slowly the pain stopped and I could again focus on what was happening.

I was bent over the ottoman in the middle of my living room dressed like a cock loving sissy whore and my own precious daughter was pile driving my daddy pussy with the largest of all my toy cocks. How did this happen? Would it happen again? Did I even want it to happen again? Oh god this feels so good. I didn’t even realize I was moaning and begging my daughter to fuck me like the bitch I longed to be until Alicia spoke.

As she laughed and pushed harder she said, “My own dad I can’t believe my own dad loves fat cock in his daddy pussy”. It was true, I was loving it. I was loving every hard inch of it. Alicia grabbed my panty-clad hips and started pulling me back to meet her thrusts fucking me harder.

Suddenly she pulled all the way out and ordered me over on my back. My daddy pussy felt empty and I could feel it gaped wide open. I landed on my back and Alicia right away took my stocking covered legs and put them over her shoulders. Moving in she shoved her massive cock back into my waiting hole and started fucking me hard and fast.

Here I was, on my back being fucked in my man pussy by my own sweet daughter. I was being forced to see her face as she drove into me. Alicia leaned forward pushing me up onto my shoulders and she fucked down into me. My own cock was dangling right over my face. I wondered if this was her plan. “Stroke your Sissy FAGGOT clit daddy!” Reaching up I started stroking my cock. The huge cock slamming in and out of my ass prevented me from becoming more than slightly erect. But I stroked my semi soft sissy clit anyway.

In less than two minutes I began spewing cum down onto my face and some into my mouth which was open and moaning. Seeing this Alicia drove deep and held her big cock all the way into my daddy pussy. When I finished cumming she slowly pulled out and let my legs fall and my feet touch the floor. Alicia walked around and bent to rub the cock head on my face collecting cum on it. After a moment she shoved it right into my mouth and ordered me to lick my cum off her cock and suck it clean. “Taste your daddy pussy on my cock”.

After she was satisfied that I had cleaned her cock thoroughly. She backed away and stood up. Alicia ordered me to help her take the cock off. I helped her and she sat on the couch to rest. I noticed a big wet spot in the crotch of her jeans and wondered if she had cum from fucking her sissy daddy. I knelt on the floor at her feet.

As I knelt she opened her jeans and slid her hand into them. My daughter started rubbing her pussy right in front of me. Her head leaned back and moans were coming from her mouth. I wanted to slide her jeans down so badly and be obliged with the sight of her sweet pussy but I knew better than to touch her without her permission. She had not said this but I just knew somehow, it would be the rule. I did not kid myself as to who was in charge here. She had the recording and I knew it. I knew I would be doing anything my suddenly dominant daughter said from now on.

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The dawn light illuminated the tent and I rubbed my wet ass with a towel and slipped into my jeans and top. Jim’s cock still looked semi hard and I rolled it my hand and started to milk it. There was no sign of any change in hardness from his pole but it felt good and made my own cock start to stand up hard.

I unzipped the tent and got out, as I stood up and stretched in the cool morning air, and gazed at the sights and sounds around us.

“Hey how goes it man,” said the guy on the next pitch.

“Ok, it’s a great morning isn’t it?” I responded.

“You two guys aren’t into fishing really, are you?” he quizzed.

“Oh no?” I said “what makes you say that fella?”

“I liked the Asthma bit last night, that’s a first and original if I ever heard it” he said with a sneer.

“Mind your own God damn business will you!” said Jim as he emerged from the tent “what’s it got to do with you anyhow?”

He stepped right up to the guy within inches of his face and sucked in a great lungful of air, puffing out his great hairy chest.

He looked twice his size and ominously threatening.

“Ok, Ok you made your point and I think I made mine,” said the guy as he back peddled away from the situation.

He wondered away back towards his own pitch and when a comfortable distance away he made a hand gesture and said something neither of us could make out.

I grabbed Jim’s sleeve as he was about to go after the guy.

“Leave it, let’s get out of here and try another campsite or maybe even go home”

“The cheeky god’damn bastard” Jim huffed and puffed.

We dismantled the tent and packed all the equipment back up into its carrying cases and loaded the car. We drove out of the track and onto the main road.

“Let’s go home shall we?” I said

“Sure, but maybe we can stop somewhere along the way and have a ‘play” Jim smiled

“Sure why not,” I responded

We drove along the road and I slid across the front bench seat close up to Jim.

My hand sliding up and down his inner thigh and occasionally up over the front of his jeans. I could feel his cock rising inside and slowly unzipped him and pulled the front of his trousers wide apart. His white briefs were packed full of hard throbbing cock and I massaged tekirdağ escort his growing cock through the tight white cotton.

I couldn’t resist it any longer and tugged at the tight elastic band, pulling it outwards to reveal the pulsing pole that lay beneath.

My other hand delved into the hot and sweaty heart of his pants and gripped his shaft tightly. He slipped back in his seat and closed his eyes and I could feel him almost relax at the prospect of what was to come.

I tugged his cock completely out of his pants and helped his balls to sit over the elastic band. It gave tension to his ball sack and I could concentrate all my efforts on his cock.

I rubbed it with both hands and spit on his cock head to lubricate his foreskin. It made the rolling of his cock so much easier as I gripped hard at the base with one hand and started to quicken the pace with my other hand.

He started to buck and ride my fists as they pounded his meat and I dropped my hot lips onto his cock head. Licking and sucking at the tip of his meat made him groan and ride my mouth. He tried in vain to get more cock into my mouth but I teased him and resisted, licking the tip with long slow straight licks right up the shaft to the very tip of his now bright purple cock head.

I became aware of a slight tapping noise in sync with the bobbing of my head over Jim’s huge monster pole. I glanced up to see a check shirted forestry worker stood at the window of the car with his cock out, stroking it in time to my head. His shirt sleeve was catching the car window and his cock was poking out through the front of his blue coverall. I gasped in surprise and Jim opened his eyes and stared at the man who didn’t stop stroking his cock.

“Go ahead you guys, don’t mind me, this is the best ever,” said the guy.

“Shall we?” I asked.

“Why not,” said Jim “It’s too late now”

Jim pressed the window down button and the driver’s side window slid down as the motor whirred.

The guy stood nearer to the car door and his cock was poking through the window opening. Jim grabbed a handful of this new cock as I continued sucking and licking. The forestry guy reached into the car and stroked the parts of tokat escort Jims cock not already in my mouth. He also tried to put a couple of fingers into the corner of my mouth and I sucked them as I sucked Jims cock head at the same time.

The guy started to moan and groan as his cock pulsed and a thick white single stream of come shot all over the door panel and seat of the car. This was followed by several more pulses of come shooting wildly over the outside of the door panel and wing of the car.

“Jeez you guys, that was hellish good, let me return the favour,” and he leaned into the car and took Jims hard pole into his mouth and sucked him to a conclusion. His mouth was firmly clamped over Jims cock head and as he pumped his spunk into the guy’s mouth, you could see him drinking down every last drop. When Jims had shot his last stream the guy took his head off the purple cock head and licked his lips.

“Can I suck you too, young fella?” he asked.

“Sure, come round this side,” I said.

I opened the car door and unzipped my pants and slid my briefs down over my now hard cock.

The guy knelt at the open door and without any pre warning his head dropped onto my cock head and he was slobbering and sucking me for all he was worth.

It took literally just a minute for me to start to blow my wad into his mouth and exactly the same as Jim he sucked every last drop out of my cock and balls not losing a drop. He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, zipping his pants and coverall and said goodbye and went into the forest track.

“How about that?” I asked

“How about that, indeed,” replied Jim.

“I know he made my cock ache,” I said “he sure knew what he was doing there!”

“Let’s get back on the road,” said Jim, and we turned back onto the highway and made our way back home.

We pulled into our driveway and started to unload all the tackle into the garage.

Mom came out to look at what we were doing and kissed us both on the cheek.

“Well, how did it go,” she asked.

“Ok I suppose,” I said “not really what we thought it would be”

There was an awkward silence as we continued the unloading process.

“I hadn’t expected trabzon escort you back today so I guess I should go to the supermarket and get something for evening meal,” she said

She went into the house and took her coat and car keys and said she would be back in a little while.

“Race you upstairs,” Jim said.

He was gone like a flash, running up the stairs two at a time. I followed him and saw him disappear into my room, I followed and shut and locked the door.

He was already totally naked with his pole raising up and pulsing with eager anticipation. I stripped naked in a matter of seconds and lunged at his rock hard cock with both hands.

I stroked it and sucked at it eagerly as he worked his way into a laying 69 position and fingered my ass hole with two then three fingers, gently running his tongue over my now rigid cock end.

He knelt up and indicated that I should kneel in front of him. My cock was solid and stuck straight up in the air, my balls hanging tightly under it and I tingled from head to toe.

He pushed my head down towards the mattress and with a gentle but firm movement, slid the whole length of his cock into me. I thought I felt it pushing out of my throat, he gave me so much cock all in one thrust. It felt magic, super, exhilarating and made my own cock move in time with his thrusts into my bowels.

He pumped all of his 9″ in and out the full stroke. My mouth itched, my eyes became tight and my face contorted as a huge and powerful orgasm welled up inside me. I felt my ball sack lift up to my body, and as he slid his whole length in and out of my ass I could feel the single long string of white creamy come shoot from my slit. It dribbled and shot in time with his thrusts. I felt his cock going harder and his hot balls hitting my ass as he started to unload deep into me.

He continued to shaft me even when there was no more come to shoot and he was on auto-pilot.

He pumped and pumped as the tremors shot through him and into his legs which shook the bed from top to bottom.

He pulled his now shrinking cock from my ass and it dribbled the remaining drops onto the bedclothes. We both made our way shakily to the shower and both stepped into the tray and turned on the warm water.

I kneaded his cock and ass and he responded in kind doing the same to me, with lots of shower gel and warm water I came yet again.

We towelled each other dry and I went back into my bedroom and lay flat out on the bed totally and utterly exhausted by the recent events, Dad went into his bedroom and fell fast asleep on their king size bed.

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This is a continuation of an earlier work of fiction titled “Crack-Head”. You may want to read that before continuing, though it probably isn’t necessary. — I had so much fun with my messed-up, drugged-out crack-head daughter Hannah the first time that I just couldn’t wait to bring her back for more. The rest of that evening was spent making a few arrangements, and the next morning I called her up bright and early to tell her to come on over in the afternoon for round two.

She showed up around 3 p.m. looking like complete dogshit. She’d obviously already blown a fair amount of the money I had given her as reward for the thorough face-fucking to which she had submitted.

“Hi, there, cunt,” I grinned as she walked through my door looking bleary-eyed and unkempt, wearing a loose, dirty t-shirt and pair of shorts with the word “Hottie” printed across the seat. She tried a smile, “Hi, Daddy.” “Rough night, huh? Well, go take a shower and brush your teeth. I can smell your filthy ass from across the room, and I’m not sticking my cock in there until you’ve washed it, no matter how much you beg me.”

I walked up to her and put my arm around her waist, pulling her to me tightly and running my tongue up the side of her face. She closed her eyes and grunted as her resistance already began to give way, so I stuck one hand up her shirt and pinched her nipples roughly.

“This is going to be a day to remember, bitch,” I smirked, then turned her around and pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.

When she came out from the shower, I had a surprise ready.

“I bought you some new work clothes, slut. Put them on.”

Laying on the bed in front of her were a tiny red miniskirt, a skimpy white tank bursa escort top with two cherries on the front, and a pair of five-inch red high heels. No panties.

As she began dressing, I took out my digital camera and started snapping pictures. “We’re going to document the occasion today,” I said. “These are the ‘before’ photos.”

Once she was finished, I gave her some red clips to put her hair up in pigtails. Then, I helped her make up her face using some blush, mascara and eye liner, and bright red lipstick I had bought. She looked like a perfect little-girl whore, and it was making my cock hard, so I went ahead and took off my own clothes.

Continuing our photo shoot, I had her walk around in her new outfit and strike all kinds of poses. I got a variety of great pictures – standing, sitting with her legs crossed, laying down, close-ups of her slutty face in various expressions, and some classic naughty poses with her skirt raised showing her bald puss and tight young ass.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat on the edge of the bed stroking my prick and made her crawl over to me on all fours. I took a picture of her on her knees between my legs with my hard cock aiming at her face – just an inch away – then groaned and started to piss. She squealed in alarm and tried to get up as the first blast of smelly urine hit her in the face, but I grabbed her by the hair and held her down while spraying her lips and cheeks and continuing to document her degradation with my camera.

She was by then sobbing openly and fighting to keep the piss out of her mouth, so I shook her by the hair and said sternly, “Open.” “I can’t,” she cried, and çanakkale escort while her mouth was briefly open I put down the camera and – still holding her by the hair – pushed three fingers down her throat, making her gag and retch. When I pulled my hand out of her mouth, it was covered with disgusting slime and drool, so I smeared it all over her pissy face, which was already streaked with tears and makeup.

“You love it, don’t you? Admit it, you need this.”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy, I didn’t think so at first, but I do.” Her eyes were bloodshot but pleading. “Please don’t stop.”

“All right, you piece of shit, it’s time to pop that cherry ass of yours,” I said, raising her unsteadily to her feet, turning her around, and bending her over against the bed. I lifted her skirt up and smeared a nice dab of her throat-snot against her puckered shithole, then rammed my raging hard-on up inside her.

I don’t mind telling you that I fucked that dirty little bitch up the ass just as hard as I could. I really wanted to hear her scream and cry and beg, and she did not disappoint me. “Oh God! Please!” she yelled through sobs.

“Aww, does the poor little baby want her daddy to stop?” I mocked her cruelly while pulling slowly out of her tender crapper.

“No, please, deeper!” she responded quickly.

“Okay, sweetheart, there, there, everything is going to be all right” I said, grinning as I looked down at my blood and shit-covered rod. “Just sit down and rest for a minute while Daddy cleans up.”

I had her sit on the floor with her legs stretched out in front of her and her head resting on the side of the bed, then straddled her chest rize escort and shoved my stinking cock between her whorishly red lips. Holding a pigtail in each hand, I gripped her head motionless, held it solidly against the mattress, and began thrusting firmly to the back of her throat. After a few dozen times, I pushed as hard as I could and felt a pop as the last inch of my dick entered swiftly and my balls banged against her chin. “Oh, yeah!” I grunted. “That’s a good little girl. We’re going to open up your throat really wide today. Now get ready, I hope you’re thirsty.”

Then making sure she couldn’t move I started to piss again, this time directly down her throat. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, which only excited me further. Once my bladder was emptied into her belly, I pulled out of her mouth and pushed her up onto the bed on her back. I had her lift her legs up as high as possible by pulling on her own ankles, then re-entered her hideously stretched asshole again. I was really enjoying the intense sensation this time, and stroked a little more slowly.

Leaning forward and looking her deep in the eyes, I felt the cum boiling up in my balls. She was crying uncontrollably now. “Open your eyes, whore, and look at your daddy while he cums inside your ass,” I sneered. When her eyes met mine, I came hard and repeated the words, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.”

She shuddered and breathed, barely audible, “Oh, oh, oh, Daddy,” and came with me, her whole body shaking and convulsing with the power of her first orgasm of the day.

I withdrew and made her scoop the jism from her ass and eat it while I took eight or 10 “after” photos. I offered her a cigarette, and took a number of pictures of her messy face while she took drag after drag until I finally got so turned on that I jacked off onto her face while she smoked.

Just then, we heard footsteps in the hall, and in walked my best friend John. He laughed when he saw us and said slyly, “Hey, pal. I got your message. Looks like you started without me. Is she warmed up yet?”

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Declan

The girl that he saw standing at his mothers front door was nothing like he’d expected. Her dark hair fell around the fair skin of her face and licked her cheekbones. Her eyes, which sought his in greeting, were disarming and unusual, grey within a deep blue circumference, and when she smiled at him they crinkled up in support of her mouth. For the next hour he sat with them all in the front room and he watched her charm everyone. She was all genuine, heartfelt warmth and good cheer, and it illuminated her. Even though she had just blown in from the street, with the cold still clinging to her, and the mist shining in her hair, she lit up his mothers front room and her warmth seeped into every corner.

She played subconsciously with her hair as she talked, twisting it up into a large claw clip, exposing her smooth white neck, emphasising the line of her jaw, before letting it spill out over her shoulders and lick at her cheeks again. She did this repeatedly, taming, releasing, taming, releasing. He made himself take his eyes off her. It was quite the effort for him to appear casual. Whilst sharing stories of her travels her eyes would land on him, the sun shone out of them, and he could not bare it in a room full of people. He realised with some disturbance that he wanted her to look at him alone. He was greedy for her attention.

So when she slipped out of the room, he followed at leisure and found her fiddling with the lock on the back door. She turned on that brilliant smile that he knew had convinced a hundred men to do her bidding.

“If you help me open this door I’ll make it worth your while.”

“What will you give me?”

“Anything you want,” she laughed uncomfortably.

“I can’t believe you are trying to escape already,” he said dryly as he worked the lock.

And she laughed. It made him feel wonderful in a schoolboy kind of way. He had made her laugh.

They tumbled out into the back garden and she regarded him as she dug around in her handbag for her cigarettes. Finding one she lit up and leaned back against the wall, looking around. She was uncomfortable and he could have filled the silence with inane chatter about something. But the tension between them as they stood in the tiny rear yard was entrancing, electric, confronting, and so delicious that he didn’t want it to end prematurely. Neither did she it would seem. She had swapped the happy chatter of the front room for something else entirely. He expected her to try to fill the quiet void and make everything easy and companionable, try to disarm bilecik escort his quiet mood, push him into a more relaxed congenial humour. Perhaps they would share a joke and she’d see him laugh. That would make her feel more at ease, and by rights he knew he should give that to her. Then the light in her eyes would shine on him again, and he would bathe in it. But that would come another time.

After a while she glanced sideways at him, looking up from under long lashes.

“So, what is it we are to each other,” she half whispered. She had apparently decided that attack was her best form of defence.

“Hmmm… That all depends what you mean.” He turned in to her conspiratorially and made a little corner of their bodies against the wall. Though the were not touching it was an intimate gesture. He could see the rise and fall of her breasts as she sucked in some deep breaths, and it excited him that this was the effect that his proximity had on her.

She needed something to distract her and so drew back on her cigarette.

“Can I have a puff,” he asked, just to watch her hand, slightly trembling, move towards him through the small space between them. He took it gently, without making contact with her, and held it between his fingers.

“Well….,” she really didn’t want to have to say it, and now she turned to face him and the light from the window fell fully on her face. A little crease of disapproval had appeared between her eyebrows. “We are…related,” she hissed secretively.

And there it was. Everything that had been said between them up to this point could have been an exchange between any two cousins. But now she had given voice to the undercurrent and she was looking for an early resolution, she wanted to know how it would end. So soon? He knew she was probably used to feeling powerful around men and here, in this situation, felt confused by the power shift. But he wasn’t going to let her get out of it that easily. He knew what he had to do to keep her balanced on a knifes edge.

He drew back on the cigarette and used the opportunity to take in huge, delicious eye-fulls of her. Being obvious, making sure she was aware of his appreciative gaze. She was so well put together. He ran his eye languidly over those inviting curves, so well proportioned, hourglass. Skin so soft, yielding, young, flawless. The hollow of her throat. The sway of her back. Her stance. Her breasts. He felt like a predator. Even when he had been 25 (her age now) he had never met any manisa escort girl like this. Which was a good thing because he wouldn’t have known what the hell to do with her back then. But now, 10 years later he knew that she was something rare, and this night was something rare. They would never be the same people again and never feel quite the same as they did right in this moment. So tonight they should immerse themselves in it, entwine their lives and bodies and minds so completely that they wouldn’t know where one stopped and the other began.

Scenarios of all her secret places that he would go, ran through his head in a giant mosaic. The sweep of her bottom to her thigh, looking up at the underside swell of her breasts, his thumb grazing across her nipple, his mouth on the side of her neck, her head thrown back in passion.

“So we are,” he said giving nothing away with his words whilst his gaze painted a different picture for her all together.

Emma

She wanted him to take her. Right then and there in his mothers courtyard. She wanted to surrender herself to him and let him do anything he wanted to. If he had been anyone else, she would have cornered him, propositioned him. She wasn’t shy. But this time she found that she was the prey rather than the hunter, and she was in fear. Fear of what he would do to her when he caught her, but an even greater fear than that. The fear that he would leave her, and not bother with her at all.

She believed that he still hadn’t made up his mind. There were complications. They had never met before this night but they had both been raised on the same Irish Catholic Values, where guilt was a very large feature of the education system. Now, usually Catholic guilt only goes to improve fucking out of wedlock, making it that little bit more naughty. But cousins, uh uh, cousins, no matter how distant, were still family. And you just didn’t fuck family did you! She wondered if this was adding to his allure. Was it the illicit nature of her feelings making her so wet between the legs that it was painfully erotic to move. He had to take her. He had to give it to her. So she did something that she loathe to do and laid her cards on the table. To try to secure the deal as it were.

So when he said, “So we are.”

she said, “I don’t think I can go inside now Declan.”

“Why ever not.”

“Because my knickers are soaking wet,” she whispered, staring at her feet. How was he making her feel this way? “Show me,” he demanded.

She mersin escort froze…what did he mean?

“Take them off,” he said.

She glanced nervously sideways at the light spilling from the kitchen window.

“They can’t see you in the dark here, not when they have the light on” he chastised.

She reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs under the waistband, pushing her undies down and wriggling a little to get them down and over her heels. Then she bunched them up in her fist. He put out his hand and she still couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Give them to me.” He unfurled them and held them out in front of him.

She hadn’t dressed to be undressed. They weren’t anything terribly special but he seemed to admire them for a second and then popped them in his pocket.

She found the nerve to look at his face again and the eyes she found there were soft and deep and the darkest warmest brown. He was looking at her kindly. He stepped into her and leant over to whisper in her ear

“Show me more,” he said. His warm breath shimmering down the side and back of her neck.

She reached out to him.

“Don’t touch me,” he ordered softly. He leant in closer to her and she could feel his cock pressing into her thigh. She felt a proud desire for the erection that she had given him. Her stomach clenched and a shiver shot down into her pussy which spasmed and clenched aching for his prick to fill it.

“Put your finger into your pussy,” he said, “and show me how wet your slutty little hole is Emma. But don’t come. You’re not allowed to come yet”

Yet she thought, and gasped as her cunt spasmed again but she didn’t make a move to touch herself.

“Do it Emma! It’s begging to be touched. It’s not like you haven’t touched it before is it. I bet you play with that fucking beautiful, sopping cunt all the time.”

Emma squeaked a repressed moan and exhaled. No one had ever dared speak to her like this and she was disturbed and excited to find she loved it.

She pushed her breasts into his chest “Touch me!” She hissed forcefully in his ear.

“If you want me to touch you Emma, you are going to have to do as I say.”

He was calm, and she was so desperate to please him that she reached between her legs and, avoiding her clit, soaked two fingers in her juices. After which,meeting his eyes with a look of defiance, she held them up in front of him where the light caught them sparkling in the darkness.

“Declan!” Someone called from deep within the house.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, “Now taste yourself Emma.”

She was starting to feel humiliated but didn’t want him to know, so as she brought her fingers down to her mouth, and brought out her tongue to lick them clean in 2 long, slow strokes, front and back, she never took his eyes off his and was pleased when she saw a brief flicker of weakness in his countenance.

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The warm water from the shower felt great cascading over my tanned skin. I have always loved showering, and this night for some reason, it felt particularly good. It was Thursday night, the first night of vacation in Cabo San Lucas and I did not have to rush off to anywhere early in the morning. Our arrival earlier in the day had kicked off a week of relaxation. Each year I take my wife and daughter to Mexico. However, with my wife’s passing this year, I almost cancelled. But my teenaged daughter really wanted to go and take her friends.

In the end, I brought Nicole my 18 year daughter and her best friend Bella. The girls claimed the bedroom on the 2nd floor of the villa. I took the master loft on the 3rd floor overlooking the living room. After unpacking and cooling off in the pool, we all hung out for a bit. Watching two 18 year old girls in bikinis was a great way to relax, even if one of them was my daughter. Bella’s black shoulder length hair and slim figure was a nice contrast to my fair skinned, curvy and slightly shorter daughter. Nicole had chopped her hair into a pixie cut before the trip in order to better enjoy all the time she planned on spending in the water. Both girls attracted a lot of attention, and I fought to keep my thoughts in check as I watched them. Finally the girls went their separate way and I went out to the deck to enjoy the sound of the surf. After finishing my margarita, I went indoors to wash the pool water off of me.

Everyone was finally asleep in the villa. Nicky and Bella had kept giggling until I finally turned out the lights for them. But now, their snoring hinted that they were out cold. I had left the door ajar so that I could hear if anyone called for me.

I could just relax and let the warm water do its magic on my tall, athletic frame. It had been years since I left the military, but I kept my 45 year old body in shape. I had no plans to return to the dating scene after my wife’s passing, but I did get second glances, and more than one lady has traced the outline of one of my tattoos. As I turned from side to side and from front to back I would duck my head in and out of the spray. It felt fantastic. I started to feel that familiar feeling again between my legs. My cock thickened and began to hang heavy between my legs, the circumcised head started darkening as my cock engorged itself. Yes this was one of those nights I could give myself a good stroke. I closed my eyes as my thoughts drifted from my many fantasies. Which one to choose? As my mind drifted from fantasy to fantasy my cock got thicker and thicker and hung heavier and began to rise forward between my legs.

Then I heard a noise. The telltale sound of someone walking up the tile steps to the master bedroom. I tried to listen to see if anyone was calling me, but nothing. It was then I noticed something out the corner of my eye. Some movement or something just passed the doorway. I immediately looked up. It then hit me. Shit, I said under my breath. Someone had heard the shower and had woken up. Who could it be?

Panic set in. I turned immediately to hide myself. My cock was still very heavy between my legs and it could be quite embarrassing for anyone to see me like that, obvious that I was jerking off in the shower. It was the only sexual release I had been getting recently. I glanced back toward the door and watched.

Was it my imagination? Was there someone there? If there really was, I would hope they would call out or something, announcing that they was there.

For a brief moment the thought crossed my mind that it was the wind but that thought quickly faded when I saw her through the crack in the door. It was definitely my daughter’s friend Bella. She had was hiding outside my bathroom. My head was slightly turned but I was able to clearly see her. She didn’t seem to notice me.

Moments passed and she made some noise yet again. This time when I looked, she was much closer to the door. Her gaze was at my body at first but then quickly she looked up toward my face. I hastily looked away acting like I did not see her.

My heart raced. She was definitely taking advantage of the situation and checking me out. Surely now she will call out and announce that she was there and that she was wondering what the noise was. But she did not.

I laughed it off and lightly shook my head back and forth in disbelief. My daughter’s friend was actually checking me out. Well that’s it, I figured. That was the end of it. She had gotten her little peek in and surely now she would go back to bed. I relaxed a little and turned to face the spray of water. I had yet to shampoo my hair and fully soap up and clean myself.

As I started to do so I again saw movement out of the corner of my eye. This time I only caught a glimpse muğla escort of something in the hallway. ‘Oh she must be on her way back to bed’ I naively thought to myself as I again turned my body to continue washing. But several long moments passed and I did not hear footsteps on the very loud Mexican tile. What is she doing? I was beginning to get a little impatient. I don’t want to wait forever.

Eventually I turned my head and looked directly out toward the door. Seeing nothing I tried to listen for her. Still nothing. It then occurred to me that a direct line of sight through the door was not the only way to see into the bathroom. Using the mirror above the sink you could see the shower if you stood in just the right location. It just so happened that that location was very near the stairs. I held my breath.

When she had come up from the bedrooms, she could have very easily noticed and if she had found that spot she would have a wonderful view of me standing there naked in the shower. I discretely searched the mirror for the proper angle. My heart raced when I found it. Sure enough she was there. She was hiding herself behind the corner of the wall next to the bathroom door. Seeing her I did my best to casually drift my eyes past her position as if I did not notice her. In so doing, I saw that she was not alone! My daughter Nicole was also spying on me! In spite of my attempt to be subtle, the panicked and quickly ducked back behind the corner of the wall concealing themselves and cutting off their view.

I could not believe it, my daughter and her friend were not only checking me out but they were actually spying on me. The little minxes were voyeurs! My mind was awash with thoughts as I still could not come to grips that they were actually doing this. I began to doubt myself. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me and my daughter was doing something else. I had to know for sure. I again peeked into the mirror but this time even more discretely. Yes they were still there. Out of the corner of my eye I could make out their outlines. They were still there alright and watching me intently. I began to feel awkward. It then hit me fully. I can’t possibly let this continue.

What to do… what to do, I quickly thought to myself. My heart raced even faster. I felt like calling out but something inside stopped me. Deep down I knew nothing good could come of it, busting them like that. They would feel awkward and I would feel awkward. We were going to be living in this villa for the next week. So yes it was better to let them have her little fun and be done with it. But in order for this charade to continue, I can’t let on like I know, I have to shower normally or at least try. In doing so I would have to turn and face the water at some point and time and thereby expose myself to them and allow my daughter and her friend to see me.

Knowing my daughter’s eyes were on me was a strange feeling. Slowly I turned and faced the water exposing myself to this these teenage girls for the first time. Surely their eyes were dancing over my body and paying particular attention to my large cock and balls. From their angle they were seeing me pretty much in profile with a slight angle towards them. With my cock continuing to grow between my legs I could only imagine what this all looked like to them. What was going through my daughter’s mind? She must be getting some strange pleasure from this. It must be turning her on or fascinating her in some way or why else would she stay there and watch.

I brought my hands up and ran them through my hair as I tried to act natural. As I did this I rinsed water over my face and head and I then stepped back to let the water hit me in my chest. The water cascaded down my body and over my cock and balls. It felt great. I could not help looking down at myself and again imagining how this all looked to the two girls watching me. I was consumed with the thought of these girls’ eyes on me. From their angle they would have a wonderful view of the water as it cascaded down my body to my cock where it streamed off the tip and down into the drain. Slowly I turned my body to face my daughter and her friend. My cock hung long and thick down between my legs and they were seeing it for the first time straight on. I felt myself immediately get hot as I knew their eyes were on me and on my cock and balls.

I felt my cock begin to stir and thicken. It slowly inched its way downward and then started to arch upwards. Shit, this was arousing me! I can’t possibly let myself get aroused not in front of my daughter and her friend. It is one thing to let her see me naked and quite another for her to see me getting an erection. I can’t let this happen, I can’t possibly let ordu escort myself get hard but my cock had a mind of its own. I turned to hide it from them. I began to panic. I can’t possibly shower like this Nicole and Bella will know something is up, they will know that I know. But if I turn they will see me, they will see my growing erection. I must calm myself, I must relax, I repeated quietly to myself but it was of no use.

My daughter’s eyes were on me — she and her friend knew what I had been doing. My cock had thickened and push up and outward yet further. I grabbed the soap and proceeded to wash my upper body. This was a huge mistake. My skin had become ultra-sensitive from my arousal and the feeling of my own soapy hands gliding over my chest made my cock stiffen even more. I was now fully erect. It was that quick.

Take a deep breath maybe it will ease up and go away, I told myself but I knew that this was foolish and was not going to happen. Well if I do not turn soon and shower more normally they will know something is up. Nicole and Bella will know that I know they are watching me. But if I do turn, they will also know something else. They will know something very special about me. They will know something very special about my cock and balls. They will know what my cock looks like when it is hard. They will know its size and strength, its thickness and veiny contours. They will know of my balls and their roundness and fullness and how they pull up taught at the base of my cock when I am erect.

It was then that I knew I was going to do it. I was going to turn and expose myself fully to my daughter Nicky and her friend. I was going to let them see me. I also knew I was not doing it to protect their innocence or to protect their little voyeuristic secret from me, but it was for my own want and desire to expose myself to my daughter and her friend. I had to admit it. These girls secretly watching me had stirred something inside me that was driving me crazy. My body, my cock, my mind was telling me so.

Their little secret, would become my little secret, would become our little secret. I did not care that it was inappropriate or simply wrong to be exposing myself to Nicole and Bella. Maybe it was because of these things, and my new found incestuous lust that was making me so excited. In any case the decision was made.

I grabbed the soap and began to lather up my chest as I slowly began to turn. My heart pounded hard and heavy in my chest. It seemed like it took forever to come around but when I did and my cock came into full view I heard faint but distinctive gasps come from beyond the door. They were definitely there and my daughter was seeing me in full glory. Amazingly with the knowledge that their eyes were on me, my cock stiffen yet further. It felt like it was going to explode and I had yet to touch it.

I tried to act casual but found it extremely difficult. How can anyone with a woman secretly watching him shower while he is sporting a huge erection? I had to, I had to keep up this charade. So in profile view I rinsed the soap off my chest and then worked each of my arms. First lathering them up and then rinsing them off. What an incredible turn on. My skin tingle from my own touch.

Now for my legs. Slowly I turned such that I faced them. As I did so I kept my head and gaze down, not wanting to spook them. My heart pounded and pounded. My daughter now had an unobstructed of my cock and balls straight on. I could see the outlines of both girls, I could see the obvious motion of them touching themselves – watching me. I started on my left leg first. I teasingly concealed my cock and balls from their view with my thigh. I then bent forward and did my calf and foot. As I cleaned myself I was very deliberate almost massaging myself. My soapy hands glided over my sensitive skin effortlessly.

Once finished, I started on my other leg in the same fashion. This time there was nothing blocking their view. As before, my cock and balls swayed heavily between my legs. As I began to soap up my thigh I turned my leg further out opening up my crotch further exposing myself more fully to them. I never felt so nasty and exposed in my life and I could only imagine how all this looked to them. I did my thigh first and then bent forward to reach down and did my calf and foot. Even over the smell of the soap, I caught a whiff of musky feminine scent.

It was now time for my cock and balls — and I am sure they were waiting for this as well. I was beside myself with anticipation and began to get dizzy. I felt so nasty to be exposing myself to my daughter and her friend in this way. This was it, I was going to really give these girls a show. With my crotch fully exposed osmaniye escort to them I lathered up the soap in my hands and began to massage it into my inner thighs at the base cock and balls. As I did this I pushed my hips forward and ever so slightly upward. This caused my cock and balls to turn up as well giving her a very personal view of the full length of the shaft of my cock and my swollen balls dangling at its base. I pushed my hands deep into my crotch forcing my swollen balls up even further.

My cock and balls were now prominently displayed for them, and surely imprinting an image in Nicole’s and Bella’s minds that they would never forget. What an incredible turn on! It was now time to finish myself off. I couldn’t wait any longer. I slowly worked my right hand up and around the shaft of my cock. I held it there as I held my breath. I am sure that they too were beside themselves. They knew what was next. I could hear the slick and sticky noises of their self-love from here.

Slowly I stroked down. The head of my cock swelled in size and became purple from the pressure. I almost exploded right then and there but somehow I held it off. I shuddered and I took a couple of deep breaths and then slowly and more cautiously stroked down again. I shuddered again and knew I would not be able to take much more of this. I released my cock just in time. It twitched and twitched but I held off coming. Yes I must hold off coming I told myself, I was enjoying this way too much to have it end so quickly.

I again soaped up my hands but this time I began on my balls. Slowly and very deliberately I cleaned and massaged them with both my hands. They were extremely full and quite sensitive. As I massaged them I pushed them from side to side and up and down and around and around. Even this was enough to set me off as my cock began to twitch yet again. I quickly removed my hands and watched along with the two voyeurs my cock twitch wildly.

‘Okay, enough is enough’ I said under my breath. I can’t take this any longer. I took my foot down and stood up straight and turned so my back was to the water. I was now again in profile to her but this time facing the other direction. I steadied my stance and pushed my hips slightly forward pushing my cock up and out toward the sky. I reached up and grabbed it.

This was it.

A few quick hard strokes and my daughter will see me empty my balls. These teenaged girls will see me cum, they will see me shudder, twitch, and convulse as stream after stream of my sperm shoots forth. The thought of my daughter and her friend seeing me do this excited me beyond what I knew possible. As I began to stroke I could not help finding them in the mirror. I did not care if they saw me see them.

Something inside me told me that it was safe. They would not be looking at my face, how could they? They would be focused on something else. They would be focused on my rock hard cock, my daughter and her friend would be focused on my hand as it pumped up and down on my shaft, they would be focused on my ejaculate as it shot forth for my cock.

Yes, they were there and they were watching me or, should I say watching my cock, but that was not all. Their bodies were shuddering up and down. I could not see but I knew exactly what this meant. Their hands were buried deep in their pussies and to my disbelief my daughter was vigorously fingering herself looking at my – her father’s — cock. She was flushed and the look in her eyes was intense. I would not disappoint her.

First, I called out my daughter’s friend’s name “Oh, Bella…” then one stroke, two strokes, and three quick strokes. I wanted her to know that I was thinking about her, even if she thought I didn’t know she was there.

Yes this was it.

I pushed my hips hard forward and gripped down hard on my cock. I called out my daughter’s name “Oh, Nicky…” as I exploded shooting stream after stream all the way to the back of the shower in a high arc.

My legs became weak as I continued to stroke my throbbing cock. Four, five, six streams of sperm continued to shoot forth with each pump. Finally it stopped but I kept pumping. It felt too good to stop. My cock was still hard, I could feel the veins pulse in my hand. I tried to pump some more but there was nothing left to give. Finally I stopped and opened my eyes not realizing that at some point I had closed them.

Do I dare look for them in the mirror? I decided against it. One of them may look up at my face to see my reaction, to see my satisfaction. I closed my eyes again and stepped back into the spray and let the warm water sooth me. Incredible, absolutely incredible. I turned and faced the water and proceeded to finish up.

As I toweled off, I knew they had long since vacated her hiding place. My thoughts turned to facing them without leading on like I knew. This could be quite difficult since they had just given me, indirectly, one of the most intense orgasms of my life. But I must do it. After drying off, I climbed into bed knowing that they were sleeping downstairs. What would the rest of the week bring?

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“I think I need to have a long talk with Miss Winterton,” Kelsey said darkly.

Before Carynne or Amanda could reply, Kelsey gave Amanda a reassuring kiss on her cheek and set off after Stacey, with the two girls quickly following her. The busy crowd made it difficult for her to gain much ground on her friend, however, and she was unable to catch up until Stacey and Siara had already reached the town square where they’d left the guys.

A huge crowd was surrounding the Bossa Ball playing field, and there was a very noticeable buzz coming from the assembled gathering. Rather than the buzz they’d noticed earlier, when all the spectators had been cheering and laughing, this one seemed rather more ominous.

Siara let out a small “Oh no!” before quickly setting off into the crowd, struggling to get through, with Stacey following closely on her heel. Kelsey gave Carynne and Amanda a confused glance, then she set off after the two tall girls.

Her slender size helped her flit through the massed crowd a bit easier, and she’d just caught up with Stacey and was about to grab her when they all reached the end of the throng and saw what the commotion was all about.

Ryan and Damon were standing just beside the massive trampoline-like playing field, being confronted by a group of large guys, several of whom were clenching their fists. Damon had a worried look on his face, likely on account of being outnumbered six to two, but Ryan seemed more angry than anything else.

“I don’t like losing to a cheater!” said a tall black guy, who seemed to be the leader of the group confronting the two swimmers.

“And I don’t like being called a cheater!” Ryan said heatedly. “You lost! Whining about it isn’t gonna help!”

The black guy took a step forward, loosely rolling his shoulders. The crowd held its collective breath, apparently waiting for the blows to start raining down, but Ryan just stepped forward himself, coming to stand within an inch of the taller guy, a menacing scowl on his face. Both Damon and the other guys stepped forward as well, and a fight seemed inevitable.

“Bugger!” Siara groaned.

“What’s going on?” Stacey asked.

“I don’t know, but he always gets into situations like these,” Siara sighed. “He always refuses to back down, even over the smallest bloody things!”

“Hang on, I’ll get my bodyguards,” Stacey said, looking around for the group of men that she knew would be close by. When she couldn’t see them, she frowned in annoyance, then she rejoined the crowd of people in an effort to go find them.

“We need to do something!” Amanda said anxiously, obviously worried over Damon.

“Yeah. Let’s go and see if we can get this resolved peacefully,” Kelsey agreed.

Siara, having heard the two girls, turned around and shook her head. “Don’t worry. Ryan and Damon aren’t in any danger.”

“That’s not really how it looks,” Carynne said with a determined grimace on her face. She’d never let a friend down when they needed her, and she wasn’t about to now, especially not when it concerned the brother of the girl she loved. She took a few steps towards the group of quarreling men, but Siara gently took hold of her arm and pulled her back.

“You don’t have to go over there. Ryan can easily handle these guys,” Siara said.

“Are you sure?” Amanda asked doubtfully. “They look awfully big to me.”

Siara smiled in a resigned fashion. “Trust me, Amanda.”

The girls fretted for another moment, then they returned their attention to the confrontation in the midst of the town square. Apparently Ryan and the black guy had traded some more verbal jabs, and the black guy was now clenching his jaw and his fists, obviously spoiling for a fight. “I think I’m going to beat the shit out of you and your boyfriend!” he sneered. “Maybe that will teach you not to just come here and ruin everyone’s fun.”

Ryan shrugged in an unconcerned manner. “Are you sure you have enough of your buddies with you to try it? There’s only six of you, after all.”

The blow came quickly, though it wasn’t the black guy who’d thrown it. One of the guys right behind him had stepped forward and swung a right hook at Ryan’s face.

Ryan stepped aside so smoothly that it seemed like his opponent was moving in slow-motion. He caught his adversary’s wrist, somehow wrapped his hand around it, then twisted it violently; with a loud scream of pain his opponent practically flipped in the air and landed on the pavement with a loud thud while Ryan kept holding on to his wrist and caused the guy’s arm to be extended just a little further than it should, at a very uncomfortable-looking angle.

Two of the other men rushed forward, but Ryan just squeezed the wrist a little harder, and the ensuing cries of anguish caused the two of them to back off again.

“Now, how about you all just walk out of here, I’ll let your buddy go, and we can all just forget this ever happened, okay?” Ryan said calmly.

The black guy and his friends looked at each other as if to ask the others artvin escort what they thought they should do. Before they could come to any kind of conclusion, however, several policemen broke through the cordon of spectators. The guys bolted at the first sign of the cops, leaving Ryan and Damon standing there while the policemen walked up to them.

“What is going here?” the officer in charge asked, his gaze alternating between the guy on the ground who was still being held by his wrist and the group of men who had already vanished into the crowd.

“Just a minor misunderstanding, sir,” Ryan said politely. “There was an argument over who’d won the last game. It’s nothing worth getting excited over.”

“Then why are you holding this man?”

“Because I want to make sure he understands that it’s nothing worth getting excited over as well,” Ryan said pointedly.

“Yes, yes! You guys won fairly, I agree!” the guy groaned, his face having turned white from the undoubtedly painful position he was in.

“Thank you,” Ryan said, letting go of the guy’s wrist. The guy winced in agony as he got up, clutching his sore wrist, then he scampered off in the same direction his buddies had gone.

“I apologize for the disturbance, sir,” Ryan said to the officer after the guy had left.

The policeman shrugged. “Winston and his friends are known to us; they tend to go around looking for trouble. I would advise you not to stick around and to return to your resort as quickly as possible, however.”

Ryan nodded. “We will. Thank you, sir.” Without saying anything else, he motioned for Damon to follow him, and they quickly walked off towards the girls who were waving at them.

“What the hell was that?” Damon asked, a little in awe.

“Nikkyo.” Ryan shrugged. When he saw that Damon didn’t understand, he added, “It’s Aikido.”

Damon waited for him to say something else, but apparently Ryan wasn’t in the mood to share more. The two of them reached the girls, and they both went to hug their girlfriends.

“I was really worried about you,” Amanda said after kissing Damon. “What happened?”

“I’m not really sure. One moment we’re playing the game, Ryan scores an awesome point, and the next thing we know, these guys are accusing us of cheating,” Damon explained.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay!” Amanda said in relief.

“Me too!” Damon grinned at her. “Though I think that Ryan could have easily held them off. I’ve never even seen a move like that before!”

They both looked over at Ryan, who was having a rather different sort of discussion with Siara.

“Why can’t you ever just back down?” Siara asked in a seemingly resigned tone.

“Come on, babe. It’s not my fault! They just jumped us after I scored and won the game!” Ryan said defensively.

“Did you cheat?”

“No! One guy on the other team had done the same thing not five minutes before, and nobody bitched at him about it!”

Siara sighed, after which she gave Ryan a huge hug. “I just wish you wouldn’t get caught up in all this nonsense.”

“Me too, Sia. But it’s not like I go looking for this kind of shit…”

“I know.”

The two of them looked at each other for several long moments, then they kissed.

Kelsey smiled at them both, then she looked at Damon and Amanda kissing, and her smile grew even bigger. She wanted nothing more than to kiss Carynne, but she figured there had been enough excitement for the afternoon already. The crowd was bound to go wild at seeing her and Carynne make out; after all, every other group of people that had ever seen the two of them kiss had gotten pretty excited too.

Stacey walked back up to her group of friends, her four bodyguards in tow. “I’m sorry that took so long! We kept missing each other!” she said, obviously annoyed. All four men looked decidedly chagrined, perhaps angry that they had managed to lose sight of their charge.

“It’s alright, Ryan took care of it,” Siara said with a wry smile. She looked at her boyfriend and was able to resist his silly grin for almost five seconds before she broke out laughing.

“I do think we should go, though. I don’t want that joker to come back with twenty of his buddies in tow,” Damon said.

“Yeah, let’s go. You guys want to go get changed, and then we can meet up for dinner later tonight at that grill just down Main Street?”

The girls all nodded their agreement, and the group set off back towards the resorts.

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As soon as Stacey closed the door to their villa behind her, she was confronted by an obviously angry Kelsey.

“I need to talk to you,” Kelsey said curtly.

“Okay. Here in the hallway, or do you want to go into the living room?” Stacey asked calmly, though she felt her stomach twist in a knot. She had a pretty good idea what the talk was going to be about, and she’d prepared arguments for both Damon and Amanda if they were to confront her. Kelsey being the one who was upset aydın escort because of it had never occurred to her, however.

Kelsey turned around without saying a word, storming into the living room. She saw Carynne settling into one of the leather couches and preparing to turn on the TV, and she walked over to her girlfriend. “I hate to do this to you, hon, but would you mind leaving us alone for a bit?” she asked.

Carynne nodded and quickly got up. “I’ll go take a shower. Just promise me you won’t do anything you’ll regret later, okay? I can tell you’re pretty angry,” she said seriously.

“I won’t, I promise,” Kelsey said softly.

Carynne gave her a long kiss, then she squeezed Kelsey’s amazing ass. “And if there’s going to be any make-up sex afterwards, you two better come have it in the shower with me!”

Kelsey tried not to, but she couldn’t help but giggle. Carynne just gave her a quick grin as she scampered off up the stairs, happy with herself for making Kelsey laugh again. She knew her well enough to know that making her laugh kept her from staying angry. She made up her mind to take an extra long shower, because the prospect of having sex with Kelsey and Stacey in the hot water made her pussy practically leak with desire.

As soon as her girlfriend disappeared from view, Kelsey’s smiling face turned back into a scowl, and she turned around and faced Stacey, who had taken a seat on the largest couch.

“What did you say to Amanda?” Kelsey demanded angrily, her fists on her hips.

“The truth.” Stacey shrugged. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And what’s your idea of the truth?”

“That you miss her, she misses you, and you’re both miserable because of it.”

Kelsey ordered her heart to stop messing around, as it skipped several beats before it began thudding quite heavily—which was nothing compared to the churning in her stomach. “Well, of course we miss each other, but that doesn’t make it right for you to trick her into coming into that dressing room and fuck me and Carynne!”

“Trick her? I didn’t trick her. I just told her what you and Carynne were doing, and I asked her if she missed it. She said yes, and she joined you two.”

“There must have been more than that! She wouldn’t just break her promise to Damon like that without something else!”

Stacey gave her a hurt look. “Why are you so angry at me, baby? Isn’t getting Amanda back what you wanted?”

“I’m the one that chose not to be with her and Damon anymore. It wasn’t her decision, or even what she wanted, so why didn’t you come talk to me? You’re acting like it was her fault!”

“Because you were absolutely right. For you to go off and be with Damon and Amanda while Carynne can’t join is completely unfair to Carynne. Talking with you about that wouldn’t really have made much sense, would it?” Stacey said in a reasonable tone of voice. She curled her knees up on the couch in front of her, locking her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. It was a position she always took when she had an argument with her dad, or with one of her brothers, since she knew it made her look cute.

“Stop trying to talk around the issue. I made a decision, and you went and talked with Amanda and tried to change her mind about what she’d decided. Why did you do that?”

“You were all so unhappy, anyone could see that! All of you have been sad and mopey during the past couple of weeks. You’re crying all the time, and I hate it! I hate seeing everybody in pain and so dreary; you most of all, Kel… I love you too much to not try to help when you’re unhappy,” Stacey said, her voice on the verge of breaking.

Kelsey felt her heart ache for her friend, and though she tried to maintain her anger, she could feel it melt like snow before the Bahama sun. She let out a deep sigh. “I love you too, Stace, but you didn’t have the right to interfere in Damon and Amanda’s lives like that.”

“I didn’t interfere, I swear! I just talked to them. All I said was that they’d already made an exception in their exclusivity for you, and it wouldn’t hurt them to make one for Carynne as well.”

“Wait… them? You talked to both of them?”

Stacey nodded.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why was Amanda so upset that she hadn’t talked to Damon about it, then? If you’d already talked to both of them…”

Stacey blushed slightly. “Eh… I might not have told them that I’d also talked to the other one about it.”

“So you snuck around behind both their backs?”

“I didn’t sneak! I wanted to see how they both felt about it before I got them together to talk to them.”

“Why?”

Stacey frowned. “Because I figured it was easier to talk to them separately first, and—”

“No, I mean why did you feel the need to talk to them in the first place?” Kelsey interrupted. “Why did you take it upon yourself to mess with our decisions?”

Stacey lowered her head until her face touched her knees. “Don’t you love balıkesir escort being back with Amanda?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, but not if it means…” Kelsey started, only to quickly stop to bite back the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes. “Not if it means she and Damon are going to have trouble because of it!”

Stacey lifted her head again, her eyes also filled with tears. “Trouble? Why would they have trouble?”

“I’m not sure, but Amanda seemed really worried. I could just tell.”

“Kel, they both want this!”

Kelsey gave her a doubtful look. “Really?”

Stacey nodded rapidly. “Yes. When I talked to Damon on the beach, that morning when you came back crying so hard after talking to them, he was pretty close to agreeing that having Carynne join the three of you wouldn’t hurt them. And then Amanda felt the same way when I talked to her in the bikini shop!”

“You should have told them, Stace. Now Amanda is scared to death over what Damon will think!”

Stacey sighed. “I didn’t mean for that to happen! I just wanted you all to be happy again. I hate seeing you all so miserable, and I’ve missed…” she stopped suddenly and hung her head, blushing furiously.

Kelsey’s curiosity was piqued as she tried to figure out what that meant. She sat down on the couch beside her friend and wrapped her arm around Stacey’s shoulders. “What did you miss? Us being happy?” she asked, pulling Stacey close against her.

“Yeah, but also… I…” Stacey stammered, her face still pressed against her knees.

“Is it Amanda?” Kelsey asked. Her voice was full of compassion as she added, “Do you miss her?”

Stacey didn’t respond for a few moments. Eventually she raised her face just a little and whispered, “Yes. You and Amanda were the first girls I’d ever gotten close to, and I just have a special place in my heart for you two. I miss not being able to… to do anything with her anymore.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Kelsey said sympathetically. She began stroking her hand through Stacey’s blonde hair, trying to comfort her friend.

Stacey turned to face Kelsey, blinking away a few tears. “I do. I’ve just really missed having her come over and hang out, and fool around, and all the fun stuff we used to do together.”

“I’m sorry. Carynne and I have really tried to make up for her absence.”

“I know, and you two are so wonderful. But… I just… I dunno. Maybe it’s not even so much that I miss her, and it’s more that I’m just kinda lonely.”

“Awwww!” Kelsey said while squeezing Stacey tightly against her, trying to think of what to say. Now that she knew, it made perfect sense that Stacey was lonely; of the group of friends, she was the only one who didn’t have someone of her own. With Ryan and Siara having joined them, it just reinforced the fact that she was by herself.

“And I’ve missed your brother too,” Stacey whispered, almost inaudibly, after almost a minute of silence.

Kelsey did a double-take, and her hand froze. Had she heard that right? “What?”

“I miss Damon.”

Kelsey gazed at her friend in amazement for several long moments, pondering what she meant. Did she miss just having sex with him, or was it something more? It seemed unlikely it was just the sex, since Stacey could have basically any boy she wanted. “Stace, are you in love with Damon?” she finally asked.

Stacey turned her head away, but Kelsey quickly drew it back, forcing her friend to look her in the eyes. “Are you?” she repeated.

“Yes,” Stacey finally said. “But I swear that I’m not trying to break up him and Amanda, Kel. I know that with my meddling of the past few days it may look that way, but I just want everyone getting back together and having fun. I didn’t do it to wreck their relationship! Please, you have to believe me!”

“Sshhh, I believe you. But why didn’t you ever tell me? Or him?”

Stacey shrugged, her face a little sad. “What good would that have done? He’s happier than anything with Amanda, and then he had you too. Even if I wanted to, how could I’ve ever competed with that?”

“Well, you could have kept buying him awesome cars,” Kelsey said with a smile. “Get him one of those Veyrons he keeps talking about, and he’ll likely forget all about us.”

Stacey stared at her for a second, then she started laughing. “To be honest, I don’t even know what I feel for him. There are days when I think I genuinely do love him, and there are other days when I’m sure I just feel this way because no other guy has ever treated me as wonderfully as he has.”

“Oh Stace,” Kelsey said affectionately. “There’s a guy out there for you too; or a girl, whatever. Just because you haven’t found him yet doesn’t mean you never will.”

“I hope so. It’s just hard when the four of you are so obviously wonderfully happy together, you with Carynne and Amanda with Damon, and… and I miss being part of that. I miss being together with all of you, and having all of you come over to my room. That Saturday, when Damon swam his semi-finals, was the greatest day of my life! I want that back. Remember how happy and carefree we all were?”

Kelsey swallowed several times, loudly sniffing her nose. “Yes, I do. I miss it too. A lot has changed since then, though.”

“I know, but I figured if you and Carynne could join Damon and Amanda again, then maybe…”

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Conclusion and epilogue.

After Mike and Steve had their shower, and they dressed, this time in tee shirts and shorts, it was at last time to part. Steve drew a big envelope from his backpack, and handed it to Mike. “It’s a set of photos of me, and a some of me and Mark together. I have your addresses, and as soon as I have developed and printed the pix I shot back home, I’ll mail you copies.”

He and Mike embraced very warmly, and shared a deep kiss. He couldn’t resist running his right hand down the front of Mike’s shorts and grabbing his big fat penis. Squeezing it a little, he said, “Mike, I’ll never forget the times we shared together, and I feel that we’ll always be friends.” Turning to me, he said, “As for you, Mikey, I’ll be picking you up on American 2337 next Sunday night at Denver International.” Steve would be meeting me, taking me to Cheyenne and then to the family ranch, where I’d meet Mark; and two days later he’d drive me down to the dude ranch at Rand. I know we had great hopes and expectations of a hot, hot summer. How that summer turned out, and what it led to, is a story for another time.

Down in the parking area, Steve removed the towbar, and folded it and stowed it in the Boxster’s compact boot, along with bayburt escort his backpack. He had about 740 miles to cover to get back to Cheyenne; and two days later he’d pick up Mark at last, also down in Stapleton. Giving us each another embrace and another kiss, he got into the Porsche and pulled on his baseball cap, and with a final wave, pulled out of the lot and headed for the east-bound ramp of I-80.

I climbed up into the cab of the rental truck, and my uncle took the passenger side. We had about 480 miles to go before Mike’s ‘joyeuse reunion’ with his Allie, and in fact my reunion with Alice was only 8 hours away. Although we covered a lot of territory, going over everything that had happened in the last four days, which so profoundly reshaped my life, the principal topic of conversation was about Alice, and the kind of woman she was, and what to expect.

There was no doubt that Alice had meant everything she had said to Mike about there always being a place in their lives for me; but the exact shape of that place depended upon how the three of us worked out the details, and it would be a complex and subtle matter. Mike said that I shouldn’t expect to just jump into their bartın escort bed, but that that would come in time, provided I proved to her that in reality I had the character and the qualities of manhood that Mike had represented to her that I possessed, that I was one in whom she could vest every confidence and trust; and of course that I respected her and her position in Mike’s life.

It was late afternoon by the time we pulled into the driveway of Alice’s condo in Portolo Valley, near Palo Alto. What happened in the next four nights and days was truly interesting and absolutely remarkable, but an accounting of these events constitutes another story.

The day after we got there, there was a delivery to Alice from Gumps in San Francisco. It was 12-armed 2,000 piece antique Venetian chandelier. The engraved card said Stephen Rutland Manners, and it was endorsed in hand: “Best wishes to a lovely bride and to a very lucky man.” It was incredibly gorgeous, and must have cost $10,000 at least, and maybe twice that. Mike had not too much trouble explaining the story to Alice, she was wonderfully understanding, but it turned out to be somewhat complicated think of how to explain this dramatic ığdır escort gift to the gathering wedding guests. They couldn’t quite say it came from some uncle or some old roommate or something of that sort, since there were plenty of real relatives on both sides present at the wedding, and plenty of real old roommates, too. So they just left it in the box, and did not display it with the other gifts; but once they moved into their new house, they installed it in their dining room, and never a day passed in which they didn’t see the magnificent object, and in its brilliance think of Steve.

These events took place in the early summer six years ago. For anyone who has read this account this far and who is interested in where Mike and Alice and Steve and Mark and I are, and what we are doing, just drop an email to the link below and I will give you the complete epilogue.

As for Scotty, he copied Mike’s address from the motel registry, and every year sends him a Christmas card, updating him. He finished at UNLV with a major in hospitality, and now he manages the hotel where he used to work, and since it’s owned by his parents, he has plans for buying it from them. In the course of years, he has had encounters with quite a number of guests, but none of them could ever compare with the greatest hour and a half in his life. Someday one of us will find ourselves in Battle Mountain, again, and we will surely look him up.

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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter 7

Fyr grunted, face pressed into the pillow she’d hugged to her chest and neck. Her crimson scales dripped with sweat and she groaned, muffling her sounds of pleasure the best she could, although there was no denying the joy the thick, draconian-cock dildo brought her. The strap-on hadn’t been one she’d bought, the harness too fine and far beyond her pay check, and, in all honesty, she would have wanted to see how it was to use one on a male rather than take the shaft herself, if anyone had asked her before after a few glasses of wine. It might even have been fun the other way around. After all, in a marriage, wasn’t that what a husband and wife was supposed to do — experiment? She simply hadn’t expected to be the one pinned down and filled with its delicious, ridged length, each thrust grinding over her clit in a way that made her eyes roll back into her head.

The shaft struck a particularly sensitive spot inside her, teasing over the cluster of nerves within her hot, clenching passage, and she yelped, pushing her tail up further over her back. Her short claws ripped through the pillowcase, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Behind her, the divine being giving her such pleasure chuckled warmly and ran her fingertips up the dragoness’ spine. Against herself, Fyr shivered and pushed into the touch, craving more, always more.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Her mother cooed, fingers curling around her shoulder. “Am I going too hard for you?”

Shaking her head, Fyr trembled and tried not to think of just who was fucking her. Her mother… Her own mother. As if there would be any other kind of mother for her — well, certainly not a mother in law, considering Ropes’ ancestry — but the blue dragoness had well and truly taken on a new role in her daughter’s life. Who could ever have known that telling her mother about one crazy dream where she and her husband, Ropes, were fucking could have escalated to such wonderful heights?

It was different, it was new and it was always, always a challenge. Even taken the shaft — it was as if Sasha was intent on seeing just how much she could take before she snapped and growling, her rough she could be with her own daughter. What she had not yet learned was that her daughter lusted after it more than she’d even let on to her husband. She’d even taken things well when it had been revealed that Sasha was pregnant, although one could only discern the slight swell to her stomach if they really squinted and even that could have been a trick of the light. Moaning, she arched back into each and every thrust, tension building in her loins as if a cord was being wound tighter and tighter.

Yes… It was worth it for the moments like those. The dragoness tipped her muzzle down, snorting into the pillow as her lusts rose. It wasn’t conventional, but it was impossible to hide or conceal just how aroused the relationship made her. Watching Ropes fuck her mother… She shuddered, though Sasha put it down to her thrusts and gripped her tighter, claws digging in as she sped up, hips slapping her daughter’s buttocks. Fyr moaned. Oh, yes, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, better than any other sex too. And Fyr found she didn’t mind being reminded of her new place in the family. As long as she was reminded often, that was, and she wasn’t above stepping out of line to get the discipline that made her so wet between the legs.

“Again?”

The dragoness stiffened, but there was nothing she could do in her position to stop her husband from seeing her in all her naked, happily abused glory on the bed. Groaning, she pushed her muzzle beneath the pillow, cheeks heating up as a familiar paw trailed across her buttocks.

“Back off now,” Sasha admonished and suddenly that warm paw was gone. “She’s my treat right now. You can have your turn when I’m good and done, sugar.”

Ropes growled and Fyr could almost imagine just how his hackles looked, raised on the back of his neck, as his tentacles twisted into one another like a nest of snakes.

“I don’t take sloppy seconds.”

“I won’t be the one cumming in her now, will I, kitty?” Sasha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Be good and wait your turn.”

Fyr trembled with a suppressed giggle, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth. Yeah, like that was going to happen!

The mattress bowed as the cougar clambered up, lacking a shocking amount of feline grace, and Sasha moaned as he pressed up to her.

“Ohhh…”

Fyr didn’t have to turn her head, pulling it from under the pillow, to see what was happening, but she did so anyway. It was one of the perks of being a voyeur. kırklareli escort Her husband’s brown fur pressed into her mother’s scales as he pushed over her, a low purr rolling from his lips. His pale white eyes locked with Fyr’s as his cock sank in, a lewd squelch of juices demonstrating very viscerally just how wet the dragoness was.

Lips parted, Sasha groaned like a virgin getting fucked for the first time and trembled between the husband and wife, thrusts pausing for a moment as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Fyr suspected that that particular strap-on had been purchased with the intent of the dragoness wearing it at the time getting some certain fun herself.

“Fuck me, stud.”

Ropes was only too eager to oblige. Arching his back, he wrapped Sasha in his tentacles and rocked forward, squeezing his glutes as he drove into her. The dragoness gasped, though had no time to regain her breath as the cougar bucked into her, claws pricking past her scales to dig deliciously into her hips as he covered her as only he was permitted to do.

Fyr couldn’t imagine her mother bending over for anyone else after seeing her in Ropes’ arms. And she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

She climaxed with a howl, pressing her muzzle into the pillow as her whole body quaked, beyond her control as it had been since the dominant pair had well and truly taken over her life. Fyr tried her best to muffle her shrieks of abject pleasure, but there was no hiding just how divine that faux cock felt inside her passage, each thrust and grind of the ridged length sending another wave of ecstasy rippling through her until she was but a mumbling, gibbering mess, tongue lolling as she collapsed to the mattress. Of course, her state didn’t stop Sasha from taking her pleasure, the dragoness groaning lustfully as she pounded her daughter’s cunny, the cougar hardly helping her to be gentle.

“Ah…” Her head rolled back as Ropes’ lips played across her shoulder, showing her the faintest hint of teeth and gentlest love-nip he could have possibly managed. “That’s it, Ropes… Take me good and hard!”

Shuddering, she made no complaint as his claws dug even more fiercely into her hips and the cougar wrapped his tentacles around her waist, dragging her back onto his uncut shaft with each and every sharp, driving thrust. The tip of his cock rammed up to her cervix as she moaned, stilling with the dildo buried in Fyr to the hilt with only the roll of Ropes’ body to grind it even deeper, setting off sparks behind the dragoness’ lowered eyelids. Helpless to do anything but wait patiently while they made use of her, her inner thighs soaked with her own feminine juices, Fyr moaned. It wasn’t as if it was a bad place to be, by any means.

A horny cougar could not last long with such an erotic sight before him, however, Sasha moaning like a whore as Fyr whimpered and pleadingly caught his eyes. What she was pleading for, he’d never know as Ropes suddenly slammed in with a savage growl, ears pinned back as he spent his seed. Sasha licked her lips in time for another moan to pass then, eyes closed as she arched her back and curled her tail around as much of the cougar’s waist as she could manage, the tip hanging freely.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “Now don’t forget about me, my sweet, stud kitty. You wouldn’t leave a lady wanting now, would you?”

Grunting through climax, Ropes’ whiskers quivered.

“Ah… I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind helping you out with that little problem,” he growled, his voice low and thick. “She does have an exceptionally talented tongue.”

Cum drooled out around his thick shaft as Sasha wriggled, jostling the dildo within the avidly listening Fyr. It only took a snap of her mother’s fingers and a pointed look before she was squirming, wincing as she awkwardly dragged herself up and off the dildo. Moving slowly, she couldn’t help but gasp as the tip popped out of her, leaving the toy crudely gleaming with her arousal, impossible to hide. She blushed hard and quickly spun around, tail thwacking the headboard and set about getting her fingers underneath the straps of the harness, quickly and skillfully working the buckles loose. After all, it wasn’t as if she’d never taken it off her mother to please her with her tongue before.

And when the dragoness’ pussy was revealed in all its flushed, glistening glory, Fyr’s heart leapt into her throat. She didn’t pause, just leaned in and ran her tongue along her puffy sex to a chorus of moans.

“Oh…”

Ropes’ cock softened within her and Fyr eagerly lapped up the stream of cum as he pulled out, semen splattering lightly onto the bed. She would have languished in cleaning off his cock, but her mouth shoved her pussy into her daughter’s face, effectively commanding her attention above all else. Grunting softly, Fyr lapped and pushed her tongue into her, murring at how the dragoness’ pussy clenched and rippled wantonly around her tongue. afyon escort She shivered. She felt as if the cougar had dumped more than one load into her, if not several, but her husband seemed to be especially virile of late.

Losing herself in the giving of pleasure, Fyr swirled her tongue around the dragoness’ clit and pressed down harder with her moans. It didn’t take long for Ropes to feel up to the challenge of joining in once again and Fyr did not complain when his hard cock once again pushed past her tongue into the dragoness’ sweet treasure. Bucking and groaning, Sasha clenched her jaw and spread her wings, the membranes quivering like the frailest of spider webs between the finger-like spines. And Fyr chose that moment to bear down, wrapping her lips warmly around her clit and sucking it into her mouth.

As if electrified, the dragoness contorted and bucked and cried out, head rolling back as orgasm devoured her like a flame to kindling. She twisted and moaned and there was nothing she could do to stop the wildfire as it carried her on. Emboldened, Fyr dug her fingers into her thighs, the softer scales giving to her grip, and lashed her clit as the cougar thrust and ground, panting and yowling like a feral feline as he spurred the dragoness on into the explosive climax that they’d all known she would make her own from the very start.

Her howl may have contained words, but they were none that Ropes or Fyr could discern as Sasha clawed at the bed, breasts heaving in great, needy gasps. Yet there was no way for her to drag enough air into her lungs as orgasm hurled her about like a rag doll, a toy for its own amusement, as shockwave after shockwave of electric pleasure coursed through her nervous system. Bearing down, Fyr purred against her clit, letting the gentle vibrations travel down her long tongue and ever so gently stimulate the throbbing, pulsing nub through which she delivered her mother to such wonderful heights of pleasure. The dragoness’ thighs pressed in around her muzzle and head, Fyr’s nose squashed into her scales, but she couldn’t have thought of anywhere else she’d have rather been — as the cuckold wife.

Ropes’ paw latched onto the back of her head, claws catching one of her frills, and the dragoness grunted, yet did not stop. After all, she hadn’t been told to stop or pushed away. It was sometimes debatable which method Sasha preferred, but it was only when she had that clear, sharp signal to move that her daughter would stop pleasing her as only she could. The cougar had no such rules to follow and grunted as he slammed in, uncaring for how long he lasted while Sasha quaked beneath him, seeming only to be held up by the strength of the two bodies adoring her.

Eventually, however, she became too sensitive and the palm of her paw shoved ungracefully into the side of Fyr’s muzzle, telling her quite clearly that her job was good and done. Hardly one to complain — her jaw, after all, was a little sore — Fyr licked her lips and wriggled back, panting softly as she rolled onto her back and took stock of the situation, head spinning. Her mother’s pussy stretched around Ropes’ thick shaft and Fyr watched avidly as the skin on his cock tugged back and forth, a drool of cum and feminine arousal gleaming at the exposed base of his uncut length. Against herself, the dragoness moaned.

She was ignored. As Sasha gasped and regained her sense of self, Ropes snarled and slammed in deep, yowling as he spilled his seed and gave her, at the very least, her second load of the day. Biting her lip, Fyr leaned in, but did not quite dare play her tongue around the base of his shaft where their bodies joined, balls churning as he ejaculated with fervour, the cougar’s chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon. In all honesty, he wasn’t in much better shape after such a steamy session than the dragoness he took such great joy in breeding. And the evidence of that lay in the dragonet growing in Sasha’s belly.

Quietly, Fyr left them to it, turning on the shower for the couple to take their leave of the bedroom and perhaps join her for dinner, if they chose to eat what she made for them. Ropes had rolled his eyes more than once at whatever meal she’d come up with, but, where he would have before sat down with only a grumble, he was easily swayed by Sasha’s lure of a dinner out. And then Fyr was left with a cold dinner that she had only wanted to eat with company while the lovers enjoyed better company than she. Yet it was the notion of just what they were getting up to that kept her warm on the sofa at night while the guest room was being turned into a nursery, a paw between her legs and a smile on her lips.

It wasn’t her place to question what they were doing, after all. Not on that side. She still, of course, had her position in the household to keep on top of and, sometimes, that required a little bit of a louder voice than she was used to.

She busied herself with dinner, humming a tune to amasya escort herself as she prepared the meat for the rice dish, something new and daring that she hoped would come together in just the right way. That was always the risk with a new recipe, just like a new relationship, as one could never tell if they would do quite the right thing at quite the right moment for all to blossom fruitfully in the way one imagined.

Her mother and Ropes moseyed their way down into the living room while she bustled and went through her usual routine, the dragoness only pausing to pour a glass of wine for her mother. Ropes would have whatever he wanted and never seemed to know when she asked, yet he didn’t mind sourcing his own drink either, so she did not worry about not being able to place an appropriate beverage in his paw. Her mother, however, had a growing penchant for finery and was certainly more easily pleased.

Popping the glass on the coffee table, Fyr bobbed her muzzle and smiled, ensuring a coaster was below the circular base. Sasha sighed softly and leaned back into the plush sofa, the curtains already drawn against the street outside, a garden setting the front of the house back from everyday life. Although she didn’t interact with her neighbours much, Fyr supposed she would have to sooner or later if she wanted to get the ranch set up for their new life. That was a trial in itself, however, with so much going on.

Her mother eyed her as she retreated, her words curling around Fyr’s ear frills and down around her throat like a wrapping of silk.

“So, Fyr, how is the cleaning of the nursery coming along?” Her mother said conversationally, her feet up on the coffee table. “Did you get the paint we decided on too?”

Fyr eyed her and her rather comfortably placed bare hind paws, but made no verbal comment. The ‘we’ that her mother spoke of did not apply to the crimson dragoness and Ropes like it should have done.

“It’s…” She licked her lips, moistening a suddenly very dry mouth. “It’s coming on well enough. I’m not sure if it’s going to be too small though.”

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Sasha waved her paw dismissively.

“You two lovebirds are due an extension on this place already — make some more room for yourselves.

“Maybe I’d have time to do that if Ropes lent a paw once in a while.”

The snap was out and past her lips before she could stop it and she clapped her paws over her mouth too late. Sasha’s eyes narrowed and she slowly swung her hind paws down from the coffee table, letting them thump onto the carpet with a final, foreboding air.

And yet… Fyr took a deep breath and clenched her fist. Hadn’t she yet learned her lesson about pushing back? Oh no… But it was true. She could get a lot more done if one or both of them helped her — just look at what a state the barn was in that she and Ropes were supposed to be fixing up! She doubted that the cougar had set paw in there since he’d last fucked her mother against the half-broken stable door that she still hadn’t found the time to fix and there wasn’t any good reason for that either.

Clearing her throat, Sasha stared her down.

“I’m waiting.”

Fyr bristled.

“For what, pray tell?”

“Your apology.”

Pressing her lips together so that she did not pant, dragging in short, sharp, anxious breaths, Fyr pressed her fingertips together before her breasts, letting them form a pointed triangle.

“Mother, it’s true. I am only one dragoness and I can’t do all of this by myself.” Gulping, she looked down at her hind paws, toes curling and flexing in her sneakers. “I can get the nursery done, more or less, but I want it to be wonderful for the little one… I want it to be the best nursery ever

“Well, you’re simply going to have to put in a few more extra hours then, aren’t you?”

The words came like a slap in the face and Fyr reeled, jaw dropping.

“You can’t be serious?” She gaped. “We’re really going through this again? Just what are you? You’re not my mother! My mother would never say anything like that!”

She didn’t expect the smirk that crossed Sasha’s lips like she didn’t expect the words that followed. And yet the scene before her seemed to move in slow motion, each movement her mother made dragged out and exacerbated so that every little detail shone in sharp clarity. Collecting her wine glass from the coffee table, Sasha gave a huge, heavy sigh, shaking her head slowly as she swirled the crimson fluid around the interior. Opening her mouth to speak, Fyr closed it again, the words she wanted to say drying up on the tip of her tongue as if they’d never actually existed.

“Oh, darling, I’m far more than just your mother now,” Sasha purred, fingering the stem of her wine glass before downing the last drops with a sigh of evident pleasure. “And it’s high time you learned that.”

She laughed mockingly and pointed a slender finger at her daughter’s chest. Fyr fought not to flinch away, digging her heels into the carpet, holding her ground with every ounce of strength she possessed.

“Or maybe you need another lesson.”

“There are no more lessons to be learned, mother,” Fyr murmured, her tone set. “Not by me. I know where I stand and I only have our best interests at heart. You should see that. Ropes should see that.”

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It was late; he’d been drinking and had fallen asleep on the lounge. Matt was home for Christmas break. He’d been off at college for three years and this was the only set of holidays he came home for a visit; all the others he spent away with his friends or on campus.

He was snoring lightly and reeked of strong spirits. I guessed he’d probably be out for the duration; and would probably wake up with a headache.

It was nearly two thirty in the morning and I was standing beside the couch looking down on him thinking wicked thoughts! I’d heard him come stumbling in. He thought he was being quiet but he could have woken the dead with the amount of noise he made. Mom and Dad seemed to sleep through it; but I couldn’t, and I was kinda peeved at him for waking me up.

I poked him in the ribs. He was passed out cold. Oh the things I could do to him! I thought with glee.

I ran on tiptoes back to my room and grabbed my marker pen off my desk; then I stopped by the bathroom on my way back and grabbed the shaving cream. What was it they said about falling asleep at a party and not doing it? Well this technically wasn’t a party, but hell I could overlook that fact, my sleep was precious to me!

I was smiling like a fiend; trying my hardest not to giggle as I put down the shaving cream, opting to draw on his face first, thinking that that might be the easiest one to start off with, a nice moustache and small pointy beard, and maybe some nice big freckles! I smiled, removed the cap and leant forward.

I’d barely gotten within six inches of his face when his hand shot up and grabbed my wrist. I sucked in a breath of surprise — too damn surprised to even squeak out a sound. His eyes had flicked open and were staring me right in the face.

“Hey sis!” He whispered with a grin. “Planning on doing something naughty with that?”

“No.” I whispered back lamely, knowing I’d well and truly been sprung!

“Liar!” He whispered back with another grin and then yanked me towards him.

I fell sprawling on top of his hard body with an ‘oof’ and he quickly twisted so I was halfway on my back and he was half on my front, pinning me down. He had my hands held together above my head. He freed the marker pen from my grasp. “Hey!” I hissed angrily.

“Shhh!” He admonished as he moved a little more atop me. “You’ll wake the olds! Then you’ll be in trouble.”

“Why me? You’re the one making all the noise.” I said squirming under him. My heart rate had jumped a little and I was feeling strangely tingly all over.

“Yes but you’re the one that was going to deface — my face.” He smiled wickedly at me and then rubbed noses with me. “Besides I’m a better liar than you are!”

“Arsehole!” I breathed indignantly, though my insides quivered.

“Oh tut tut, such language!” He patronized, staring down at me. His breath still stank of hard liquor, and perhaps it was making me a little giddy, but I felt a small thrill shock through me as I looked back up into his grey eyes.

“Oh shut up and get off me. Let me up.” I told him quietly though firmly as my young, hormonal body began to react to his manhandling and teasing.

“No I don’t think I will.” He said with a chuckle. “You have to apologise first.”

“Apologise? What for? I didn’t do anything.”

“No but you were going to.” He said with a raised brow and crooked grin. “Admit it.”

“Never!” I whispered.

“A pity.” He said cryptically and then smiled as he transferred the grip he had on my wrists to one hand. With his free hand he trailed it along my raised arm and down towards my smooth armpit. “You know we have ways of making you talk!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” I breathed, my eyes going wide.

“Oh wouldn’t I?” He teased some more as he lightly ran his fingers across my armpit making me squirm and jerk even more underneath him.

“If you do you know it’ll wake up mom and dad.” I tried not to sound desperate, I hated being tickled.

A thoughtful look passed over his face. “Hmm, that’s true. And we wouldn’t want that would we Mandy?” (Our parents hadn’t been very imaginative.) “Well I guess I’ll just have to think of another way.”

He shifted again and his leg pressed down between my thighs and hard against my mound, as his hand continued to trail downward along my ribs and over my waist. I bit my lip and tried not to groan or let my eyes roll up into my head like they wanted too. Unfortunately I couldn’t stop my nipples tightening up into hard little nubs. Which Matt noticed almost instantly I was sure as I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining things but I could have sworn I felt Matt grind his pelvis against my hip on purpose. Was it just me or was that something hard digging into my thigh?

The hand he was trailing down my body held the marker pen and I wondered what on earth he was going to do? “Please Matt.” I said swallowing at the sensations shivering through my body. “Let me up.”

“Ah-uh.” He chuckled. “Not just yet.”

“Please Matt.” I said again, squirming even more against kütahya escort his grip. He just smiled at me; this time biting his bottom lip a little and letting his eyes close for a moment.

“Nope. Turn around is fair play.” He said.

“What the hell does that mean?” I hissed beginning to worry.

“It means baby, that since you were going to tag my ass, I get to tag your ass!” Matt replied with a smug grin as I felt his fingers dip beneath the hem of my bed shirt.

“No way!” I nearly yelled, but Matt must have known I was going to do that because he covered my mouth with his hand and smothered the sound. I bucked and jerked and kicked around but I couldn’t get free and only managed in working myself into a more restricting position. I was nearly but not quite, lying face first on the couch now, my head and shoulders trapped under Matt’s left arm and armpit and he had his right leg thrown over the backs of both of mine, effectively pinning me down. “Matt stop it!” I whined; my hands now trapped against my chest.

I felt him slap me lightly on my exposed butt which made me jump a little as a shock of sensation rushed through me and I could feel myself getting damp between my legs.

“Not on your life.” He told me. My bed shirt had ridden up in the struggle and exposed not only a goodly portion of my back but also my panty covered bottom.

I felt his fingers as they slithered against the sensitive skin across my lower back and it made goose flesh rise up. I shivered and then gasped as I felt his fingers dip under the waistband of my panties. “MATT!” I hissed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing baby sister? I’m going to tag your ass!”

“No fucking way Matt!” I growled struggling again. “I’ll tell mom and dad!”

“Go right ahead. Then I’ll have to tell them how you’d planned on coming out here and doing the same to my face, and worse — that you were planning on shaving my eyebrows off.”

“I was not!” I denied vehemently as I stopped wriggling about. (I really wasn’t going to go that far). “I was only gonna put it in your hand and then tickle your nose!” My breathing was a little fast from the exertion and my heart rate was up, but it wasn’t entirely due to my struggles. Matt’s fingers were still under the top of my panties and the backs of his knuckles were stroking back and forth across my skin. It was maddening, and thrilling and not a little disconcerting!

“Well I wasn’t to know that! Besides; you know they’ll believe me over you. I’m the favourite after all.”

I ground my teeth. It was true, Matt had always been the favourite, but he usually didn’t use that against me! “You know Matt sometimes you can be a grade-A prick!”

“Now is that any way to speak to your big brother? You know I ought-a wash your mouth out with soap!” He replied calmly; his fingers still stroking back and forth just under the waistband of my boy-leg panties; driving me crazy, making my skin tingle and my young body ache like never before, I could feel the betraying throb at the centre of my thighs and I swallowed hard in desperation. What was I going to do?

The very tips of his fingers were just (and I mean just) brushing against the top of my butt crack and it was taking all my concentration not to wriggle around some more so his fingers would dive deeper.

I knew I was young, and as a result, hormonal, but what in the hell was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my older brother. I could get horny at the drop of a hat, but now? With my brother pinning me down to the couch? What was up with that! And to make matters worse, I was now positive that that wasn’t his keys — or a misplaced torch if you catch my drift — digging into my thigh either. The prick had a boner, and he was using every opportunity I afforded him by wriggling about under him, to rub it against me!

And the sick thing about it was; I kinda liked it.

It made me hornier knowing that Matt was horny, go figure! I was young and legal after all, eighteen and at that ripe age, that right age to be sexually burgeoning, discovering what made me hot, experimenting, testing the waters. He was twenty two and if I was honest, kinda hot. Tall, athletic, like most guys these days — body conscious and fit! I’d seen him with his shirt of the other morning and God Damn! Even then I’d thought, shit if only he wasn’t my brother! I would so jump his bones — or boner as the case may be.

Well it looked like it might be heading that way regardless of him being my brother.

I felt his hips grind against me again, and I knew he was doing that on purpose. I could feel the hard length of his cock as it pressed against my thigh. I bit my lip to stop from groaning and buried my face in the sofa cushion. “Fine if you’re going to do it, get it over and done with already!” I mumbled giving in, it was no use, I knew I was beat.

I felt him pause and then his hands retreated. I raised my head in confusion as I felt malatya escort him shift and he rolled me onto my back again; though he didn’t let me up. He rearranged himself, his thigh pressed once more between mine, his hard cock pressed against the top of my thigh and hip, stomach to stomach and nearly chest to chest. He resecured my wrists above my head in his one handed grip and stared down at me; marker pen forgotten.

“What?” I queried a little harshly, feeling incredibly self conscious under his intense grey eyes. “Aren’t you going to tag my ass now?” The question was heavy with sarcasm.

“Nah, you gave up. It’s no fun when you don’t put up a fight.” Matt said with a half smile. “You know sometimes you really do give up too easily.”

“Yeah well I know when I can’t win a fight.”

Matt was still staring, and still making me uncomfortable. “What?” I asked flustered.

“Nothing.” He replied with a crooked smile, knowing that that would piss me off.

“Matt, quit staring!”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because is not an answer.” He said.

“Just… because!” I said again unable to fully form thoughts let alone words. All I could concentrate on was the feel of his hard dick pressed against me, his chest half pressed against my breasts and those eyes of his as they stared at me. I was feeling very exposed, very vulnerable, very horny.

He shifted, maybe to get comfortable, maybe just to tease me more, but whatever the reason, it made his thigh press harder against my young aching pussy and I bit the inside of my cheek hard to stop the moan as I let my eyes close. I felt his hips shift towards me, grinding himself into me and it made me shiver. I opened my eyes and saw that he was still staring.

“What?” I whispered breathlessly.

“You know you get prettier and prettier every year I come home for Christmas. You make it hard on a guy to ignore certain things.” Matt told me as I felt his thigh flex between mine, his knee moving to make the contact between our bodies more intense.

“Wha… ah, what do you mean?” I managed to squeak out.

“I mean baby sis, that if you weren’t my sister…” Matt left the sentence hanging as he licked his lips, he leant in and rubbed noses with me again before drawing back and looking down at me once more.

“If I weren’t your sister — what?” I asked knowing full well what he was getting at but wanting to hear him say it. This time when he shifted his thigh between my legs I flexed my pelvis up to increase the pressure against my pussy hoping it would help to ease the ache. It didn’t; it only served to make it that much more intense.

I saw his eyes flutter and he bit his bottom lip a little. I could hear his breathing. It was as laboured as mine. I could see he was holding back — just barely.

“I mean baby sis, that if you weren’t my sister…” He paused, drawing out his answer just to tease me. He used his free hand to stroke along my raised arms and towards my armpit and the side of my young breast, down to my hip and the back up again. On his return trip, I felt his palm brush purposely against the side of my breast and it made me shiver; my nipples pulling yet tighter on my chest. “If you weren’t my sister, I’d be all over you like a rash!” He whispered as he stared down at my chest, taking in my peaked little nipples.

I felt his hips grind down against me and this time I let mine grind up to meet his. I bit my bottom lip and looked up at him. I could feel myself blush before I even opened my mouth because I couldn’t believe I was going to say this. I swallowed and whispered quickly, “I don’t mind a good rash every now and again.”

His hand had stopped beside my breast and his thumb was stroking back and forth over the side bulge of my boob, making the nipple remain peaked. “Don’t tease about such things baby sis. You’ll give a guy the wrong idea.” Matt warned gently, with maybe just a hint of hope in his voice, his thumb incessant in its stroking.

My eyes fluttered as I took in a shaky breath. My nipple was aching to be touched and I was wishing he’d hurry up and move his fingers over and just squeeze it for me! “Who’s teasing?” I stated in a quiet whisper as I opened my eyes and looked up at him again.

He stared at me for a long moment, trying to judge if I was telling the truth or not I guess, if I was really giving him permission to ‘be all over me like a rash’. He was taking his sweet time though and I was getting impatient. “What? Are you gonna chicken out now?” I said and cocked an eyebrow at him. I even sneered a little because I knew he hated when I did that to him.

“I’ll show you chicken!” He breathed heavily as he shifted his hand the last few centimetres and let his palm close over my shirt covered breast. His fingers scissored over my nipple and squeezed it tight. I bit my lip and smothered a low groan as my spine arched high forcing my boob harder into his hand. “Oh fuck!” He whispered when he saw and felt my reaction to his batman escort hand — and I think that was the end of the teasing on both our parts.

It happened fast…

His lips were suddenly on mine, his tongue delving deeply, possessively, into my mouth, demanding entry and not bothering to wait for an invitation. The kiss was hot and wet, and tasted of bourbon, but God I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t believe it, my brother, my big brother, was kissing me! His hand was groping at my breast, his fingers pinching the nipple between them, making me whimper against his mouth as hot shocks arced their way along my belly and centred in my throbbing clit! Each time his fingers tweaked at my nipple, my spine snapped upward forcing my fleshy orb harder into his palm.

His teeth nibbled at my lips and I nibbled back, sucking at his tongue, licking at his lips, feeling our teeth as they clashed against each other again and again. I didn’t think it was possible, and I never once in my life thought about this happening before tonight; but damn I was horny; hornier than I’d ever been and that was all due to my big brother. I was surprised, amazed and dumbfounded by the situation; by this overwhelming sense of sexual yearning and wanting I could feel growing inside of me. But mostly, I was just horny and damn but it showed.

I could feel my pussy slick and wet, hot and aching, crying out to be touched, stroked, petted, fingered! I clamped my thighs harder around Matt’s one that lay between them and humped against it moaning softly as his mouth, lips and tongue punished mine; as his hand continued to grope and fondle my eagerly swelling breast and my hard nipple.

I broke the kiss, turning my head, trying to catch my breath. Matt continued, his lips trailing a hot path along my jaw and down my neck. I stifled another moan as I felt his hand slide away from my small, pert breast, glide lower over my tummy and then I gasped as I felt his fingers slide under the hem of my shirt, this time with real intent. I shivered and my skin broke out in goose flesh as his hand began to slowly inch its way higher once again. My spine spasmed almost constantly under his touch and I gurgled as his mouth, lips and tongue, nipped and licked and sucked at my neck and shoulder.

As his hand trailed inexorably upward, it drew with it my shirt and I could feel the cooler air as it caressed my skin, making me shiver even more as the chill followed the heat of my brother’s touch. When his fingers finally reached their destination, I was hard pressed to keep my moans down to a quiet whimper. I wanted nothing more than to cry out in ecstasy as Matt’s palm slid into place and those wonderful fingers of his rolled my tight bud between their tips. I was dry humping his thigh harder now, trying to ease the ache that was burning between my legs. My pussy was soaking wet, my panties saturated, and I was sure there was going to be a huge wet patch on the leg of his jeans when he cared to look. But for right now, I wanted him to hurry up.

While I was totally engaged with what was going on, a small part of my brain still realised that we were out in the lounge room; and that it didn’t really afford us a lot of privacy and in fact made it entirely too easy to be caught by our parents. I think, in all honesty, that fact alone made the whole encounter that much more intoxicatingly addictive, that much hotter. That sense of danger, that sense of furtiveness that was required, that we may be caught at any given second, only served to increase my sexual arousal and it made my breathing even shallower as I strained my ears.

Matt pushed my shirt up those last few centimetres and eagerly exposed both of my young, small breasts to his eyes. He drew back and looked down at my chest. I watched him lick his lips. “Damn sis! You’ve got pretty little titties!” He whispered before he dropped his head down.

At the moment his lips touched my nipple, my eyes rolled up into my skull and I couldn’t help the loud long groan that escaped me. Matt quickly released the hold he’d maintained on my wrists and used that hand to cover my mouth, never once breaking contact with my sensitive bud. I arched my back, trying to push more of my boob into his hot, sucking mouth. His tongue swirled over my aching nipple, my flushed skin, my fleshy orb of girlie breast and it drove me wild. My hips were humping against his leg constantly now with more vigour, and Matt was reciprocating in turn; his thigh crushed against my pubis employing great friction while he ground his thick engorged cock against the top of my thigh and hip, hunching his hips against me like he wanted to root my leg — hell like he wanted to root me!

I opened my mouth beneath his smothering hand and licked at his fingers. He broke away from sucking at my breasts long enough to lean back a little and stare at me. His hand shifted, sliding away from my lips just a fraction as he turned it and let his fingers dip inside my mouth. I licked and sucked at them; imagining it was his cock I was blowing and not his digits and I knew he was thinking the same thing, or at least thinking how much he wished it was his cock I was blowing. He watched with avid interest as he slid his forefinger over my lips and into my willing mouth. His eyes fluttered closed for a second when he felt my tongue curl around the underside of his finger and undulate along its length.

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Note: This story is a sequel to Controlling Daughter.

*

I opened my eyes a little after eight the next morning. Susan had left over an hour before with Carla James to visit Carla’s mother in a town not far away. It would be an all day affair and I didn’t expect my wife to return home until late evening. I had the day to myself and I lay in the bed for a few lazy minutes planning my day when suddenly the events of the night before came back in vivid clarity.

My cock was instantly hard as I remembered my sexy daughter spanking my ass, teasing my hard cock and licking my asshole. In all of my years I had never experienced what many would call kinky sex. The images of her toes in my mouth, my tongue gliding between them and over the soft, pink soles of her sexy feet, the feel of her wet little cunt around my thick cock, brought a long, loud groan to my mouth.

I got up finally and hit the shower. While I stood under the hot spray of water the urge to jack off was overwhelming, yet I maintained some restraint. I could still hear Becky’s voice telling me that I was hers from now on and she intended to spend a lot of time fucking me. The last thing I wanted to do at that moment was waste any cum since I was looking forward to another hot time with my daughter that day. Susan would be gone all day and that made plenty of time for my little girl to once again take control of me.

I padded barefoot down the hall to Becky’s room to say good morning. The door was open and the room was empty. I checked the den and the patio, then the kitchen, without seeing a sign of my sexy little girl. I was disappointed. I was just finishing breakfast when I found a note attached to the refrigerator with a magnet.

Come down to your workshop, daddy, it read. I looked at the locked door and smiled. I knew what the cryptic note meant and I was instantly glad that I had worn nothing under my robe. I opened the door to the basement and hurried down the steep wooden stairs. As it had been last night, the lights in the immediate area of my shop were out, but a light filtered from the area where Becky and I had made love last night.

I came to a complete halt when I rounded the corner and saw Becky and her longtime friend Samantha. Then it came back to me, an important piece of the night before that I had forgotten. Becky had told me that Sam wanted to fuck me. Both girls sat on the old comfortable sofa, dressed in robes staring at me. It was obvious from the way they were dressed that both girls had something else in mind other than kicking back in the old man’s hideaway.

“Hi, daddy!” Becky chirped. “You sleep good last night?”

“I, uh, yeah, I slept ok,” I stammered. Then, looking at Sam, added, “Hi, Sam.”

“Hi, Mr. Bryant,” she said with a smile. Her voice held a rather sumptuous tone, one I’d never heard from her before.

“We’ve been talking about you, daddy.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes,” she giggled, as she cast a look at Sam. “I, um, told her how sexy my daddy is.”

“Yeah, Mr. B.” Sam’s light gray eyes dropped briefly to the midsection of my robe.

“Take your robe off, daddy,” Becky said, her tone light but commanding.

I will admit I was a little uncomfortable with undressing in front of these two young, sexy girls. Had it just been Becky, there wouldn’t have been a problem considering what had happened the night before. And, even though my daughter told me that Sam wanted to fuck me, the idea of stripping down to nothing in front of them was a little awkward for me.

“You know the rules, daddy,” Becky said in that soft commanding voice I was beginning to get used to. “You belong to me now and you will obey me.”

“Take your robe off, Mr. B.,” Sam added with that delightfully sultry voice.

I sucked in a big breath of air and let it out as I slowly shrugged out of my robe. I stood in front of Becky and Sam, completely naked while they were still dressed. There is something wicked and naughty about being the only one naked, which probably makes me an exhibitionist.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” Sam exclaimed as she stared at my semi-hard cock.

“What did I tell you,” my daughter chuckled. “My daddy has a nice cock and it feels so nice in a girl’s cunt!”

“How big is your cock, Mr. B.?” Sam asked, her eyes wide and staring.

“Seven inches,” I said, my voice little more than a gasp.

“It’s so fat!” Sam’s voice clearly indicated her admiration.

“Are you ready to service us, daddy?”

At that moment I was ready to do anything my daughter asked me to do. Then, again, I didn’t really have much to say since she had already set the rules last night. I belonged to Becky and I was bound to her in such I way that I could not disobey her, and much of that was due to the fact that I wanted her to control me. I wanted to be submissive to Becky.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Take off your robe, Samantha,” Becky said with her lovely eyes on me. “Daddy is going to eat your delicious asshole.”

“Fuck, yeah!” Sam exclaimed.

Sam ardahan escort stood and slipped out of the terrycloth robe she wore and I groaned loudly when I say her naked body. She was short like Becky, her skin soft and pale with a light smattering of freckles on her pert nose, shoulders and slender thighs. Her pussy was shaved, the lips pink and glistening with her juices. Her small tits were cone shaped with fat pink nipples that were hard and ready to be sucked.

“You like my body, Mr. B.?”

“I love it, Sam!” I gasped.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” she said as she walked to where I stood. Sam touched the tip of one long finger to my chest and let it slowly make the journey down across my stomach to the thick patch of pubic hair. “Becky says you’re a nasty boy and I love nasty boys!”

I gasped loudly when she started caressing the underside of my cock with a fingernail. The action was a repeat of what my sexy daughter had done to me the night before and the feeling was exquisite. My legs began to tremble and I stood in front of this sexy young girl as she teased my hard cock until I thought I would scream with desire. I didn’t move or touch her because Becky hadn’t given me permission.. I still remembered the rules.

“You can touch her, daddy,” Becky said suddenly as if she had read my mind. “I want to watch my daddy fuck my best friend and lover.”

“That’s right,” Sam chuckled in that low, sexy voice as she read the surprised look on my face. “Becky and I have been lovers for a couple of years.”

“That is so hot!” My voice had become shaky with lust and I sucked in a big breath.

“Make love to me, baby,” Sam said, her face twisted into a wild look of lust and desire, her beautiful eyes locked onto mine. “Start with my shithole!”

Sam turned and bent over at the waist and placed her hands, palms down, on the coffee table. She spread her legs wide and I stared at her lovely pale ass for a moment before dropping to my knees behind her. Her cheeks were spread wide with the way she was positioned and I could easily see her sopping wet pussy. But it was Sam’s pink little asshole that drew my attention. Without waiting I pressed my face eagerly between her cheeks and began to lick her crack. My tongue traveled slowly up and down the sexy redhead’s ass crack, licking and savoring her sweet taste. She groaned her pleasure loud and long.

“Lick her nasty ass, daddy!” Becky hissed.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Sam cried out. She pressed her lovely ass hard against my eager face.

I stuck a middle finger into my mouth and got it wet, then pressed it against Sam’s tight, pink asshole that was already wet with saliva from my tongue. I pushed and watched through lust-glazed eyes as it sank into her ass. She squealed with delight and tiny whimpering sounds came from her mouth.

“Such a nice little-girl ass!” I said with a lust-filled voice.

“You like little girls, don’t you, daddy?” my daughter asked as she slipped from the sofa to the floor beside me.

“Oh, yes!”

“Rim her ass! Push your greedy tongue into her asshole!”

I groaned with unbridled ecstasy, removed my finger and began to probe Sam’s sexy asshole with my tongue. Sam began to grunt and writhe, as I loved her little asshole. When I slipped a finger deep into her pussy, Sam screamed. Her voice, so sexy and feminine and young, sent shivers of delight deep into my belly.

“Kiss me, Becky!” she cried out.

My daughter scooted around to the coffee table, planted her sexy ass on it and took her friend’s face into her hands. I watched in amazement as my daughter and her best friend kissed deeply and passionately. Their faces twisted side to side as their lips and tongues consumed each other.

“Your daddy is so hot, Becky!”

“Wait until he shoves his cock into your cunt!”

“Oh, fuck!”

It’s difficult to find an analogy that adequately describes how I felt watching my daughter and her best friend kiss deeply, their tongues clashing with hot, blistering passion. Their lips made smacking sounds as they kissed and both girls groaned with loud unbridled desire while their hands caressed and explored. My own desire continued to swell and pulsate with each second that I bathed Sam’s hot puckered hole with my greedy tongue.

Sam’s lips kissed my daughter’s face and neck; her tongue licked and tasted Becky’s soft skin, while my daughter’s pretty eyes locked onto mine. I could see the passion in her eyes and in the way her lips trembled with desire. When Sam began to lick the small, soft globes of Becky’s tits, the young raven haired beauty gasped loudly.

I turned around and rolled onto my back, then scooted under Sam until her wet, slippery cunny was just above my face. With a squeal of delight, she lowered her pussy and I began to eat the soft pink meat ravenously. I groaned forcefully. It was so damned intoxicating that I felt dizzy with the pleasure that flashed through my sex-numbed brain. I lay on adıyaman escort the floor with a most desirable young girl’s wet pussy rubbing my greedy mouth in tiny, quick circular motions, my hands caressing her soft hips and thighs.

“Fuck, yes!” Sam cried out. “Eat my cunt, Mr. B.!”

“Such a nice little pussy!” I groaned. “So wet and hot!”

“MMMMM! My daddy likes little-girl cunts!”

“That’s it, Mr. B.!” Sam cried out. “Suck my clit!”

I squeezed her soft ass cheeks while I attacked her pussy with my tongue and lips. While Sam ate my daughter’s tits, I slipped a finger into her pussy, then a second and a third. Sam’s hips began to rock wildly as I pumped her wet fuck hole with three fat fingers. When my fingers were wet and slippery with the young redhead’s pussy juice I pulled them out and pressed the middle finger to her small, wrinkled asshole and pushed. She screamed her delight when I sank my finger deep into her ass and began pumping it hard and fast.

“Oh, Fuck! Yessssssssss! Finger-fuck my asshole”

Sam was hot. She dropped her head between Becky’s spread legs and began to devour my daughter’s pussy with her mouth. I head my daughter scream and heard the creaking of wood being jostled around forcefully as my daughter’s hips began to rock madly. Sam had slipped beyond the boundaries of sanity and reasoning as she suddenly began to convulse frantically with orgasm. I pumped her asshole with a fat middle finger and sucked on her clit while she screamed into Becky’s pussy.

I held onto Sam’s wildly gyrating hips as her pussy rubbed my mouth until the spasms subsided and she collapsed with her head between my daughter’s spread legs. She gasped for breath and I could feel the tremors that still shook her small body. I got onto my knees just behind her and began to plant small kisses on her soft back while I reached under her and began to caress her tits and tummy.

“That was so fucking good!” she exclaimed.

“What did I tell you?” Becky grinned as she cut her eyes toward me.

“Do you still want to have my baby, Sam?” I asked softly.

Sam looked over her shoulder and grinned at me. “Oh, fuck, yes! I’ve wanted you to breed me for so long now!”

“Yeah, daddy, fair is fair.” Becky had a knowing smile on her face and the cryptic words piqued my interest.

“What’s fair?” I asked playing along.

“Well…” And the two girls laughed as they traded a look. “I’m late, daddy. I should have had my period two weeks ago and I bought a tester at the drug store. I’m pregnant and the only man I’ve been fucking for the past two months is Mr. Tyler.”

I stared at my daughter for at least two full minutes without saying a word. Curiously, Becky’s admission that she’s been fucking Harold Tyler, a good friend and neighbor, over the past two months didn’t bother me. Of course, after what I had done with my daughter and what I was about to do to his, sort of leveled the playing field. What was incredible to me was that Becky was pregnant with Harry’s baby and that knowledge began to stoke the fire of my lust to a bright, white-hot flame.

“So, are you gonna make a baby in me, Mr. B.?” Sam’s voice was soft and hesitant and I could tell she was unsure – mostly because of the long pause as I digested the startling information.

“I’m going to shove my cock in your hot little cunt, Sam, and fuck you until I fill you up with my baby seed!”

“Yessssssssss!”

“Fuck her, daddy! Make a baby in her!”

I touched the head of my cock to the delightful little redhead’s pussy and moved it up and down a few times between her wet, slippery lips. Then I positioned it at the entrance to her hot fuck hole and pushed hard, both of us gasping with pleasure when the head spread her lips and sank deep inside of her.

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!”

As I began to fuck Sam’s pussy with slow, hard thrusts, she quickly buried her face back between my daughter’s wide, spread legs. Becky’s eyes, which had been on mine, glazed over as her friend’s tongue began to once again devour her steamy wet pussy. I couldn’t believe that I was on my knees behind a sexy young girl, fucking her hot pussy that felt like wet satin to my hard, throbbing cock while she ate my daughter’s pussy. It was the most erotic experience of my life!

I caught Sam’s tits that were swinging madly and began to fondle them. She groaned her approval into Becky’s cunt while my fingers pulled, pinched and twisted her delicious hard nipples. The three of us were panting and gasping as we fucked, sucked and licked each other. Sam’s tight little cunt was like a velvet glove around the fat shaft of my raging hard cock.

“You like that, baby?” I gasped as I pounded her pussy. “You like my cock in your cunt?”

“Oh, fuck, yes! You feel so good!”

“It makes me so hot to watch you fuck my lover’s pussy, daddy!” Becky exclaimed breathlessly. “Now I want to see her tummy get big with your baby in her!”

“Make a baby in me, Mr. B.!” karabük escort Sam whimpered into my daughter’s sopping wet gash.

“I think both of you should start calling me Jim,” I said. “Especially you, Sam, if you’re going to have my baby.”

“MMMMM! I like that!” Sam hissed.

My baby girl was beginning to grow more and more excited as Sam continued to consume her pussy. I could see her desire and the hot, steamy lust in her expression as she stared at me. She was leaning back a little with her hands, palms down, resting her weight on the table

“Does it make you hot to know I’m pregnant with Mr. Tyler’s baby, daddy?” Becky asked with a smile on her lust-filled face.

“Oh, yes, baby! I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look with a baby in your tummy!”

“And now you’re going to make my best friend pregnant!”

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned. The idea of making the delightful little redhead pregnant nearly caused me to blow my seed into her cunt before I was ready. I was trying valiantly to make myself last the course. “Sam is so beautiful and I can’t believe she wants to have my baby!”

Sam groaned as she ate my daughter’s pussy and shoved her sweet ass back hard against me. I let go of her tits and began to fuck her harder and faster, shoving her pretty face harder against Becky’s steamy cunt, which caused my daughter to cry out with pleasure. Then, without a word, Becky raised her sexy feet and settled them gently on Sam’s back.

“Lick my feet, daddy!” Becky said breathlessly, her pretty eyes on me. “Suck my toes and lick my feet like you did last night.”

“Oh, baby…”

I grabbed both of my daughter’s feet and raised them to my mouth. I became an animal as harsh, guttural sounds issued strongly from my mouth. I sucked a big toe deep into my mouth and began to suck it as I would one of her fat nipples. She whimpered with delight. I began to swirl my tongue around her big toe, licking and sucking it as she roughly fondled her tits. I took all of her toes into my mouth and loved them until I saw the stirrings of Becky’s approaching orgasm. I licked the soft, pink soles, kissed them and pressed them hard against my face.

Becky began thrashing, bucking wildly as she suddenly exploded into orgasm. Seeing my little girl cumming from the attention of another girl’s mouth brought me to the edge and I erupted deep inside of Sam’s pussy. I dropped Becky’s feet and reached under Sam, found her clit and began to rub it furiously. The combination of my finger rubbing her clit and the sudden explosion of cum inside of her, brought the cute redhead to a mind-numbing orgasm.

* * * * *

Several long minutes later I lay on the floor on my back with Sam on one side and Becky on the other. I held both of the girls against me tightly as our bodies trembled. Two long, soft legs were entwined with mine as they lay close, their hands lightly caressing my chest and stomach. Looking down over my stomach I could see my limp cock glistening with Sam’s pussy juices and her cum.

“Thank you, daddy,” Becky said raising her head and looking into my eyes. “You are so hot!”

“I think I should be thanking both of you,” I chuckled lightly. “Last night and today has been the most incredible time of my life!”

“You are so sexy, Jim,” Sam murmured, raising up and looking at me. Then she lightly touched her lips to mine and kissed me softly. “I’ve wanted you so badly for so long.”

“And now you have each other,” Becky smiled.

“You know,” I said hesitantly, as a thought came to mind that I didn’t think either girl had considered. For that matter, it looked as though I hadn’t though of it. “Have either of you thought about your mothers? While Harry and I would love this arrangement, I doubt your mothers are going to be thrilled about us making you girls pregnant.”

“I think that’s a little late, daddy,” Becky laughed. “At least for me it is.”

“And it will be too late for me, Jim,” Sam said. “You and are going to make a baby today.”

“Besides, Sam and I have all of the bases covered,” my daughter put in. “We’ve already seduced her mom and she’s thrilled about our plan.”

“Wait a second,” I said quickly. “What plan?”

Becky looked at me with an exasperated look on her face. “After you make a baby in Sam, we’re gonna change places. I’m going to move in with Harry and Gina and Sam will move in with you and mom.”

“Well…” I started laughing. It was the craziest plan I had ever heard of, not to mention the most impractical. “You may have seduced Gina and she might be all for your plan but your mother is gonna go nuts. Trust me…I know your mother, baby.”

“Trust me, daddy,” Becky said with that knowing smile of hers. “This plan is going to work.”

Suddenly, I felt a small, soft hand on my cock and I looked down to see Sam’s fingers curling around the limp shaft. Then, without a word, Becky began to suck and nibble on my right nipple while Sam attacked the other. Together, in the small space of maybe fifteen seconds, they had my cock hard and throbbing again. I couldn’t believe it! I was hard again!

“We have a baby to make,” Sam said softly as she gently kissed my lips.

“Oh, Sam…”

“You know what I said last night about me owning you, daddy?” my daughter asked. When I nodded she said, “Now you belong to Sam. Whatever she says, you have to obey her.”

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This is a story of how a son helps his mom cope with a family loss.

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The funeral was over and the limousine was taking me and my mom home to our empty house.

We just buried my dad who died suddenly from a heart attack. My mom was devastated as was I. Dad was only 50 and never had a health problem. This took us completely by surprise.

Now, my mom at 45 and I at 18 had to move on with our lives, alone.

Fortunately, my dad had great life insurance from work plus his own private insurance so we didn’t have to worry about money. The house was paid for, as well.

Over the next few weeks, neighbors and friends stopped by with food and to see how we were doing. But after awhile, this became less and less.

At night, I would often hear my mom crying in her bedroom. I didn’t know what to do or how to comfort her.

I was supposed to go to college in the fall, but I put it off one semester so I could stay with my mom.

No matter what I did for my mom, it just seemed like it didn’t help.

One night I took my shower before I went to bed. As I finished my shower, I wrapped myself in my towel and was heading to bed when I heard my mom sobbing.

I went in her bedroom to try to comfort her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in tears. I went over to her and sat down not realizing my towel had parted a bit and I was exposed.

I held her in my arms and told her everything would be fine. I reminded her that we were well off financially and that dad would not want her to be constantly crying or feeling badly. He would want her to go on with her life.

We held each other for awhile and for some strange reason, I started getting an erection. I tried to hide it but mom noticed it and suggested I go to my room and to bed.

As I got up, the towel fell to the floor and I was now naked in front of my mom. kastamonu escort I looked at mom and she looked at me and started crying again.

I didn’t even bother to cover up again as I asked Mom what the problem was. She looked at me and said that one thing she will miss a lot is the intimacy she shared with my dad and that seeing me naked reminded her of that.

I sat down again and held her. Suddenly, she turned her head towards me and kissed me, not a thank you kiss, but a sexual type kiss.

I pulled back and asked her what she was doing. She looked at me and said she needed me. She kissed me again and this time I didn’t pull back.

Her tongue entered my mouth and mine met hers. I turned my body to face hers and our kisses became more passionate. My cock was hard and I could feel my mom’s hand gripping it and starting to stroke it.

I leaned back and then my mom lowered her head and her mouth engulfed my cock. She started sucking it and I could feel the pressure building up. I knew it was wrong but how could I deny my mom.

As she was bobbing her head up and down my shaft, I told her I was going to cum. She sucked my cock harder and squeezed my balls and then I shot my cum load into my mom’s mouth and watched as she swallowed it all. I fell back on the bed, spent.

After I rested a bit, I got up, picked up the towel and went to my room and got into my bed, naked.

At some time in the middle of the night, I felt the covers move. I looked over and there was my mom, naked, getting into my bed. I made believe I was sleeping and didn’t notice.

As I laid in bed, I could again feel my mom’s hand on my cock, jerking it softly. She got it hard and then lifted up the covers and straddled me. In an instant she pushed her cunt down onto my cock until it disappeared in her cunt.

I kayseri escort woke up and asked her what she was doing. She looked at me and said that she needed this and wanted to be my lover. She pleaded with me to let me fuck her.

I told her I would and with that, my mom rode my cock hard until she had an orgasm and I came in my mom.

She rolled off of me and laid next to me. Her nakedness was pressed against me. Her tits on my chest. Her nipples hard as rocks as she slid one in my mouth and told me to suck it.

I did as I was told and my cock was hard again. This time I asked my mom to spread her legs as I mounted her.

My cock found its wet target and slipped in her cunt easily. A few thrusts and my mom had another orgasm. I pulled my cock out and came on her tits.

I fell to the side and we fell asleep in each other’s arms with my cum on my mom’s tits.

The next morning we woke up and my mom gave me a big kiss. I asked her if she was ok. She smiled and said she felt great, thanks to me.

She got out of bed, took a shower and went to make breakfast. She just threw on a short robe that barely covered her inviting ass.

I followed and took my shower, put on a pair of shorts and met her downstairs.

As we ate, I asked her if she was ok with what happened last night. She smiled and said it was the best night she had in a lot of time. She then asked me how I felt.

I looked at my mom and said, “Mom, you are very beautiful and you don’t need me. You can find someone who can satisfy you. I am your son and we shouldn’t be doing this.”

My mom looked at me, “Son, You remind me of your dad so much and I need you at this time. Please say we can be lovers. I will do anything you want, anything

We finished breakfast and I told her that I would do kıbrıs escort whatever she wanted.

I went upstairs and waited for my mom. After a few minutes, she came up and stood in front of the bed. She took off her robe and for the first time, I really saw my beautiful mom naked in the light.

Her breasts hung down a bit but they were so sexy. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was neatly trimmed. She was a vision of loveliness.

I approached her and pulled her to me. Her tits pressed up against my chest. She put her hands on my shorts and slid them off of me. My cock pressed up against her pussy.

We laid on the bed and began making out. As we kissed, my mom sucked my tongue into her mouth. My hands roamed all over her nakedness. Her nipples were hard and pressing into me. My mouth found one and I started sucking it hard while kneading her other tit.

I could feel her wetness on my leg. I knew it was time for me to slip my cock in her cunt.

I told her to get on all fours and I lined up my cock to her slit. I slipped my cock in her and pushed until it was completely in her cunt.

As I started fucking her doggie style, her tits swayed back and forth with each thrust. My balls were hitting my mom’s ass as I fucked her. Her moans and body tremors told me to fuck her harder. I started ramming my cock in her.

She started screaming over and over that she was cumming and for me not to stop.

A couple of more thrusts and I came deep in my mom’s cunt. When I pulled my cock out, my cum oozed out of her and onto my cock.

We fell over in a heap, exhausted.

My mom took my face and kissed me, telling me how much she loved me as a lover.

We rested with her head on my chest as she fell asleep.

Our relationship went on for a few months until I had to go off to college. By this time, my mom stopped crying and got on with her life.

When I came back for spring break, my mom told me she met somebody who she liked and was seeing him. I congratulated her and told her I was happy for her.

That night we had dinner and relaxed. Then my mom asked me if I wanted to go upstairs with her.

I looked at my mom, smiled, got up and followed her upstairs.

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Chapter VII: The Princess Escapes

Horror clamped around Lisa like a vice. It took every iota of her strength to keep quiet, not to show any reaction to the news. She hadn’t even known his real name. Paul Twilley. She’d only called him fag, wimp, Lisa. He was dead, split from his mutilated cock to his false tits. There were pictures.

Her horror had two parts. First came the irrevocability and senselessness of the violent death of someone she knew. He’d fucked her. She’d fucked him. She probably still carried minuscule traces of his life deep in her cunt. The thought made her nauseous.

The second aspect was that her double life could well be exposed. The recorded time of death put her in the alley with him less than four hours before some deranged animal had ripped him open. The investigation could turn her up. If it did, there went the ball game. Fuck. She could produce an alibi, if the other whores on her street would speak up, but that would still totally destroy her life.

She excused herself, too abruptly, and locked herself in a bathroom stall. She didn’t puke, like she thought she would. Her smoke tasted like dried cabbage. Slowly, over the time it took to finish the cigarette, she saw that, regardless of whether she was implicated or not, life would never be the same.

Whores like Paul/Lisa died all the time. They were beaten to death. They were stabbed or shot. Sometimes their bodies were found. Sometimes they simply vanished, like the girl she’d gotten her corner from. Every time she put herself out there, the man she ended up with could be some psycho. There was no way to know, beforehand.

She’d heard the stories the girl’s told. She’d been aware of the risk factor. But this drove it home. This made it personal. It could happen to her.

No, she corrected. It would happen, not could. If not by knife or gun, by disease or drug. It had to. What she was doing to herself wouldn’t make sense otherwise. If it didn’t happen on its own, she’d do something to make it so.

Peculiar place to find one of those crossroads in life, she smiled thinly. The middle stall in the ladies’ shitter on the seventh floor. Guess it’s appropriate, in a way.

She heard the door open, recognized the faint squeak of Ann’s beige pumps. She dried her eyes.

“Having trouble with the plumbing, Lisa?”

“Nothing serious. Who drew the . . . Twilley thing?”

“Homicide took it away from us, as usual. Why?”

“I can’t talk about it now. Not here. Want to go for a ride?”

“Where?”

“To the morgue.”

Trotter didn’t answer. Lisa flushed the toilet, drew a deep breath, and faced her. This was going to be a class A mother-fucker. But the sergeant didn’t do anything more than meet her eyes and follow her from the room. The elevator ride was also silent. Only in the car, with Lisa staring out the passenger’s window, did her partner speak up.

“You knew this guy.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. Biblically.”

“It wasn’t any accident he was going by your name. Hair like yours.”

“No. No accident.” She spilled all of it, never once looking inside the car.

Autumn was encroaching on summer. In the park, the trees were still green, but they knew. By the angle of the sun and the length of the days, by the first fluttering northerly breezes, they knew. Change was coming. They didn’t resist in any way.

In a week or two, they’d begin to release their leaves. They’d served their purpose. It was time to go. Sometimes, she guessed, you’d find them blocks, maybe miles away. These very leaves, skittering through the concrete canyons, blown up against alley walls in little drifts.

“So what are you going to do?”

Lisa found a cigarette. “Better cover your ass, Ann. This is going to get messy. I’ve got to tell Homicide what I know. No way I’m coming out with my badge. I’ll be damned lucky to stay out of jail. If you stand too close, they might want to sniff your cunt, too.”

Trotter drove a half block in silence. “I can’t let you do it, Lisa. I want you to keep that beautiful mouth shut. There’s no fucking reason to do it. None at all. He’s gone. Dead. You can’t bring him back. All you can do is take yourself down.”

Lisa shook her head. “I wish I could just forget about it, Ann. But it’s more than feeling responsible for what happened to her. Him. Twilley. Paul Twilley. I can’t let that happen to me. And it will, if I don’t stop it.” And it’ll happen to you, too, someday, she thought. We both know it will.

“Okay. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. You’re right, you know. They’re bound to investigate everybody who ever had anything to do with you. You’re going to be responsible for taking others down, too. Like Wilson, maybe.”

She knew it was true. Her heart felt like lead. It’d be so easy. So easy to just listen to Ann. She’d heard those sweet lips murmur words of love to her mere hours before. Now she was on her way to destroying yet another life.

Maybe, she reminded herself. Maybe not. I’ve got to follow my convictions. It’s the right thing izmit escort to do. Fuck, is it better to let her end up with a knife in her guts, or a reprimand? Surely that’s all she’d get. Too many people owe her favors.

Trotter read her re-formed determination. Her anger showed through. “How about Wilson, then? You expose yourself as a whore who he just gave a juicy transfer to, and what’s going to happen to him?”

Lisa stared out the window. “I’m sorry, Ann. I’m really sorry. But it’s the only choice I have left. I’ve tried everything else, don’t you see?”

“No. I don’t see. And lots of other folks won’t, either. And believe me, babe, you haven’t really tried everything yet.”

She spent the span of a red light staring coldly at Lisa’s graceful body. The curve of her slim, round hips. The ripe swell of her full little tit. What she could see of her face, the rich red corner of her pouty mouth, the artfully traced and tinted corner of her eye.

“That’s too bad, hon. What a hell of a waste of talent.” She pulled away when the light went green, speculatively raked her companion’s body one last time.

“What are you going to do after the dust clears? And it will, you know. You won’t do any time. The papers’ll give you your thirty seconds of fame, and things’ll settle down after a while. But what about you? Where will you go? What will you do?”

Lisa shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. That’s not the point anymore.”

“What is the point?”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s not what I thought it was. It’s never been what I thought it was.” She’d tried to do what They told her. She’d failed. She’d tried to set up her own system. It’d turned out to be just as full of lies as Theirs.

Trotter stopped the car in front of the building housing what was left of Paul Twilley. “Why the morgue, Cole? Why the fuck do you want to do this to yourself? It’s not necessary.”

“Maybe not. But unless I do it, I’m afraid I’ll change my mind someday. It won’t be real anymore. I’ll forget. I’ll only remember the good parts. What it felt like to clutch a hundred bucks in my fist while some stranger’s cock split my cunt. And that’s not what it’s really about. That’s only part of the truth.”

She nodded toward the doors. “There’s another part in the basement, in a cooler, wearing a toe-tag. And there are other parts I don’t even know about yet.”

Trotter’s smile was icy. “At least there’s something we agree on.”

She did puke, later. She’d known she might. Fuck, maybe she wanted to vomit as much out of herself as she could. Maybe she wanted to feel drained, bleached as clean as she could get.

Then, it was off to an appointment with the homicide boys. Trotter had run away to make ass-covering phone calls, no doubt. That was just as well. She needed to do this on her own. They’d kissed goodbye in the elevator.

“Will you come by tonight?” Trotter had asked, still slightly cool, despite the knee pressed firmly between Lisa’s thighs.

“You’re sure that’s smart? Risking being seen with me?” Lisa moaned.

“You’ll be discreet. Come in the back way.”

“Yes. I’m not going to want to be alone after this. Have some decent wine chilled? And be ready to fuck my brains out.”

It went better than she’d expected. The two dicks on the case, Rogers and Brandt, stayed polite throughout, kept their questions and comments civil and to the point. She saw their anger and outrage, though. Not because she’d been a whore, but because she was hurting the Force. She’d tarnished her badge, the same one they wore.

They didn’t take it from her, of course. Neither did Captain Sloan. She marched straight into his office and laid it out for him, too. It was pretty mechanical by the third telling. He was shocked, then grim. He didn’t actually can her. He couldn’t, until she actually signed the statement tomorrow. But he did suspend her without pay pending a review board. They both knew how the board would find.

That night, at Ann’s place, she let her hurt and fear come out in the only way she felt strong enough to act it out. She got drunk and decadent.

Trotter laughed and broke the kiss Lisa had initiated. “Jesus. You are one horny bitch, Cole. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Why? Don’t you want me?”

Ann cradled a hard little tit. “There. Does that feel good?”

Lisa arched her back, pressed into the caress. “Umm. It’s a great start.”

With her other hand, Trotter tickled a darkly stockinged thigh. “You look so soft tonight. So feminine. It makes me want to take charge, Lisa. It makes me want to dominate you.”

Lisa’s legs slowly parted. She cried out softly as the slender, wise hand stroked her upper thigh, insinuated itself upward. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please. Do whatever you want to me. Tell me what to do, Ann.”

Submission was exactly what she’d been craving. She wanted to relax, to not have any responsibilities at all other than to follow very explicit orders. Lick pussy, suck tit, lay still, bodrum escort roll over. It would make life so simple, make all the day’s horrors and uncertainties vanish.

That was exactly the sort of release she craved after ruining both her careers. To have no worries for a while. No fears. To escape. To not have to be strong, just for the night.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her cunt suddenly sodden, even though no fingers had petted it. “Hurry. Please.”

Trotter shook her head soberly. “No good, babe.”

“Ann, please. I need -“

“I know what you need. I know even better than you do, slut. Don’t I, you cheap whore? You’re going to do whatever I tell you, right?”

Lisa began to protest, began to let her hole chase the hand that was so maddeningly close. She bit her lips, made tight fists. More than she wanted immediate gratification, she wanted the other more. The helplessness. The infantile dependency. “Yes. Whatever you say.”

“That’s the idea. I’ve had all afternoon to think about it. I made some phone calls. We’re going to have a little going away party.”

She groaned. “Ann, I don’t think I’m up for -“

“I’m talking a real party, whore. I’m going to see to it you get so thoroughly fucked tonight that you’ll never want to turn another trick as long as you live. Put down that glass, wipe that insipid grin off your face, and go take a fucking bath.”

She did as she was told, trying to imagine exactly what was up. All her regular johns? A train of tricks some of the street girls put together?

By the time the bath was draining, her nipples had been tweaked to full extension and her pussy lips were red from rubbing. She scraped the rough towel over herself more thoroughly than necessary.

Trotter had an absolutely scandalous outfit laid out for her. A black lace bustier, webbed down the gaping front, would cradle her tits, not hide them. Its garters would support her hose. The crotchless g-string panties left everything important exposed. The fingerless lace opera gloves were something new. No skirt. No blouse. Just stiletto heeled sandals.

She didn’t ask, didn’t protest, just dressed. Trotter examined her, adjusted the garters and tits to suit herself, then ordered her to the vanity to be made up.

Lisa did nothing but watch and wonder. Watch the consummate whore’s face her lover was creating, plastering her face with too much of everything. And wonder at the anger, the barely contained rage she did it with. Even through Lisa’ building lust, it didn’t feel right. It was more than part of the game. It hadn’t been like this before. She wasn’t at all sure she liked it, but did nothing to break the spell the vast space inside her cunt was weaving over her judgment.

She stared raptly into the mirror, watched her face bloom with wicked color. Her sultry lids turned deep grey and silver all the way to her penciled brows and temples. Her lashes became black, long and thick and brittle. Their roots were traced with a black tinged with blue, making her azure eyes glow darkly.

The pores of her face vanished under foundation and powder. Her high cheekbones were unnaturally flushed above the artificially pallid perfection of her skin. The contours of her nose and chin had been visibly shaded. Her lips burned with her most treasured deep scarlet lipstick. Her mouth had been reshaped by a false outline, the color so thickly applied and so heavily glossed that no texture showed through. Her lips looked as slick as molten glass, and that hot.

“And you’ll keep them that way, you fucking worthless cunt. Every time you smoke a cigarette or take a drink, or swallow a cock, you be damned sure your mouth is fucking perfect. Understand?”

“Yes, mam.”

“Every time you fuck up and forget, you get three lashes with this.” She slapped her leg with a short whip. It was soft, but hurt like hell. Lisa should know. It was hers. She’d both used and felt it before. She hated it, and Ann read it by her visible cringe. Why the threat of real punishment? Was she really still that mad?

“I won’t forget. I promise.”

“We’ll see. Now, to make sure you stay in here without peeking until I’m ready for you to come out, I’m going to tie you to the bed. Lay down.”

Lisa’s fears were again lost in a hollow rush of need. She spread herself, her haunted eyes locked on the overhead mirror as the padded restraints were fastened around her wrists and ankles. They were hers, too. Had Ann broken into her car and lifted them? It didn’t matter. They felt perfect, gripping her, stretching her, displaying her. She was a doll, a grotesque Barbie. Her nipples bulged, strained toward the ceiling. Her cunt steadily oozed fluids. Her parted, panting, gleaming lips said she was on the brink of orgasm. And they didn’t lie. But there was no blindfold. And Ann, instead of fucking her with the huge dildo laying on the floor, left and closed the door.

It was all different, all new. She’d never been bound and left alone. She’d never looked like this, not even at her most alanya escort wild. Never felt like this, so fucking turned on it was insane, and unable to do a damned thing about it. It was torturous. It was cruel and heartless.

And she loved it. Everything about it was perfect. The way her crimson mandarin nails hooked over the palms of her gloves, and her matching toes peeked through the impossibly tall shoes. The way the seams of the hose twisted gracefully as she turned her legs, admiring their beautiful shape. It was all absolutely ideal. She recognized, after a time, that this was what she’d always had in mind, how she always dreamed she should look. It wasn’t who she was. It was who she craved to become with all her heart and soul. In a way, it truly was her soul made visible.

Ann must be trying to show her this about herself. That was why she was mad. Because Lisa had been blind to something she should know about. Something vital. Seeing herself this way changed everything. How could she ever stop being this, now that she’d finally seen it?

She was still enraptured, her vision so powerful that it kept her right on the edge of a stupendous orgasm, when she faintly heard the doorbell the first time. A few minutes later, there was a distant knock. The guests were arriving. She could hear the confused murmur of deliberately lowered voices.

Soon They would come for her. Come to look at her. Come to fuck her in every hole, all at once. It wasn’t important who They were, as long as there were enough. It had to go on and on. She didn’t care about anything beyond the realm of cocks and holes. Until she recognized, through the deafening din of her fantasies, a particular laugh.

Captain Wilson’s laugh.

Then, other voices became clear enough to recognize. Ann’s, of course. But, wasn’t that Chandler, from the old precinct? And Riley and Donovan, the inseparable duo in Vice?

Her panic and denial rose sluggishly through the clinging fog of her transcendent lust. No. It couldn’t be. Ann wouldn’t do that to her.

The shrill cackle of that asshole Deputy Chief Walters’ distinctive giggle shattered her refusal to face the facts.

That’s exactly what Ann had done. Her peers. Her superiors. They were all out there. Soon, Ann was going to lead them through the door, show them who Lisa Cole really was.

She fought lethargically. She had to escape, snap or stretch the thick, soft ropes enough to wriggle free. It was hopeless. She knew from experience they were stronger than they looked, not mere props. All she succeeded in doing was wrinkling the bedspread.

Before the totality of the humiliation to come really registered, brought with it a desperate anguish and hysterical tears, the door swung open. Ann stepped through, smiling harshly, raking her with cold eyes.

“Well, well. The little slut’s figured out what’s going on. She’s not as brainless as she looks, guys. Come on in. Say hi to the guest of honor.”

Men began filing through the door. She knew them all. She’d worked beside them, heard their briefings or seen them pass through on their way to Wilson or Sloan’s office. And they were staring hungrily and mockingly and pityingly and hatefully at her totally exposed self, painted and garbed like the Princess of Whores. They were all going to fuck her. She knew it by the look in their eyes as much as the bulges in their pants. They were going to gang rape her. And there was nothing in heaven or hell she could do to stop it.

“The sloppy cunt’s chewed her lipstick guys. Can you believe it? She’s in love with her mouth, you know. Know how many different red lipstick’s she’s collected. Forty-four. Right, Lisa?”

It was really forty-nine. Five more had come in the mail the day before. But she couldn’t speak.

“I told her what’d happen if she did that without fixing it. Told her I’d use the whip on her. God she hates that. Loves to dish it out, but can’t take it.”

That drew a low chuckle from some of the audience. Most, though, seemed not to have heard Trotter. Their unwavering stares hurt. She’d never been looked at this way. The eyes bruised her tits with their collective weight, sank into her cunt like an invisible cock. But the pain was subtle, just as subtle as the discomfort of chains after wearing them for a while.

And, like that, it easily became pleasure. The lash fell across her thighs. Lisa felt a hard squeeze somewhere within her cervix. A second blow fell, across her stomach. The knot opened, bloomed like a night flower. They might hate her and pity her, but they’d fuck her anyway. The third blast of searing pain came from her tits. The black blossom became all there was. She plunged into its core with a shrill scream. She was nothing like any of them had ever seen before.

“Here, whore. Let Annie fix your lipstick for you. Hold still. I know the brush tickles. That’s a good girl. You want to be sexy for the boys, don’t you? I thought so.” Aside. “Look at this, fellas. The slut’s having an orgasm. I told you she’d be glad you all came.”

They started fucking her soon after shooting a couple of rolls of film of her. Nobody’d ever done that before. Ann held up mirrors so she could always see exactly what the lens was seeing. They were capturing her there. They were trapping her, freezing her as she was at this moment. They were making her real. For all time, that’s the way she’d be.

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