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Jack and Amy are an average married couple in their late thirties. After years of a stagnant sex life, they finally built the maturity and confidence to explore their respective kinks and fantasies together.

They considered that their sex life was healthy, albeit a little vanilla. They’d averaged only 1-3 times per month. But both ensured they had an orgasm, every time. Jack and Amy figured it an achievement, especially with their respective work hours and extensive time spent parenting.

Amy was curvy. She had thick thighs and a large butt. She was half Korean-American and half Native, so she had a look that some men found appealing. Her dark chestnut hair framed a cute, round face. Jack was white, tall, athletic and had a rugged look about him. Both were relatively fit, they managed to take decent care of themselves.

Their closest couple friends were Bill and Shani- practically a mirror image of them. Also in nearing forty, they occupied a similar place in life. Careers, kids and the suburban American lifestyle defined much of their lives.

However, unlike Jack and Amy, Bill and Shani had a secret side- they’d been sexually adventurous for years. Both bisexual, their comfort zone was much wider. Their list of kinks and sexual achievements read like most normal couples bucket list.

Bill was very boyish and cute. Shorter than Jack, he had an athletic build. Shani was petite and dark, Egyptian-American with dark curly hair and innocent-looking brown eyes. Both were fit and sexy- the kind of couple that heads turned to look at.

They were longtime, close friends as families. Most importantly to Jack and Amy, Bill and Shani were highly compatible as friends and prospective and discreet sexual partners.

*****

Almost six months earlier, years of teasing and innuendos had (almost) culminated in a wild game night. They’d gotten tipsy, gotten naked and nearly fulfilled their fantasy of group sex. A poorly timed phone call from an ineffective babysitter drew the night to an early close.

It had been forever since they’d had an opportunity to reunite without the burden of kids or everyday life. Since their summertime encounter, they’d seen each other at work functions and family gatherings. Certainly not opportunities for them to fool around.

The heat of their previous encounter had simmered nonetheless. They’d kept it alive with suggestive texts and plans, all of which kept getting indefinitely postponed.

Tensions built. Looks shared. Every time the two couples saw each other was a quiet reminder of what could have been.

After Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s, things for both couples had settled back into the chaotic routine of work, school and life. Both agreed that a much-needed break was deserved.

Game Night 2.0. Babysitters arranged. Kids whisked away. Jack and Amy would host. The ground rules were set- a soft swap between the couples. Jack and Amy would finally indulge their long-standing fantasy.

*****

On the night of, Amy, the brilliant homemaker and hostess had set the stage perfectly. Every room of their two story colonial house was impeccably neat, pleasant candles were burning. Sexy, classic R&B played on their sound system- Amy had a brilliant taste in mood-setting music. Even new flowers were set out on the table.

As Amy aptly put it, “now, people are really going to want to fuck in our house.”

*****

Amy and Jack sat waiting on their couch. They scrolled through their phones, silently. There was a buzz of anticipation in the air. Bill and Shani were on their way. Their babysitter had limited time tonight. The couples had only three hours together. They planned to make the most of it.

The doorbell rang. Just a formality. Bill and Shani knew that they were always welcome in. The front door was already unlocked and they walked into the foyer.

Shani and Bill looked like the right combination of sexy and classy, bordering on nerdy, as always. They dressed as practically a mirror image. Bill wore jeans and a t-shirt under his coat. Shani wore tight-fitting dark jeans that hugged her tiny legs and hips.

Bill and Jack hugged in a taut, masculine embrace. Bill grabbed Jack’s bicep. “Man, you’re looking swole.” The gesture did not go unnoticed by Amy. She smirked to herself.She wouldn’t mind their arms around her, pinning her down…

Shani caught Amy drifting off. “Hey, girl!” she interrupted. “You look so sexy!” Shani kissed both of Amy’s cheeks.

“C’mon in, let’s get this party started,” suggested Amy.

*****

After the obligatory tour of what had been changed and redecorated, the four friends quickly settled into their natural, easy state. Amy had prepared a generous portion of sangria and snacks. The four ultimately gathered on the sofa in the living room.

They began the night with Cards Against Humanity- an old group favorite. Hilarious, raunchy, sexually suggestive cards and the right amount of alcohol mixed well. The tone was set for the night. The group was like a sexual powder keg.

Ever gaziantep eskort bayan quick-witted, Shani handily won the game.

“So, what’s next?” Shani asked.

“This the part where we all get naked!” her husband replied.

“Slow down, Bill. So, how do you feel about playing the Sex Dice game that we talked about,” Amy asked Shani.

“Oh my god, yes!” Shani agreed. The two women shared a conspiratorial look and left the living room.

Jack glanced at Bill. The two shared a look and a smirk. Evidently, their wives had discussed tonight much more than they’d let on in the group chat.

Amy briefly left the room, returning with a tiny wicker basket. In it, the sexy dice game, a handful of lubricants, condoms and two vibrators. Jack loved it- his wife was an amazing hostess, even when it came to their introductory experience with swinging.

Shani returned with the refilled pitcher of sangria, pouring another round of drinks for everyone.

*****

It was Game On.

*****

After both horny couples were seated, Amy and Jack explained the rules of the sexy dice game.

The game was simple, players would roll a set of dice and perform the actions displayed on the die. Some combinations would be sexy, others less so.

They split into two teams: guys ‘versus’ girls.

The four decided on the ground rules. Since Amy and Jack had earlier decided penetration of the other’s spouse was off, they opted to remove the sex position die. Anything else was on the table tonight for their ‘soft swap.’

“Clearly not made for a foursome,” commented Bill, who was reading the instructions on the packaging. “Is it worthwhile, though?”

“Yeah, it was pretty damn good when just the two of us played” offered Jack.

Amy laughed and rolled her eyes. “It might get spicy,” she added.

“Okay, here we go,” said Jack. He kissed his wife and rolled the three dice. The three dice landed. The group leaned in close to see the results.

Both & Spank & Ass were shown on the dice.

It was the guys’ turn to spank their wives asses.

“Huh,” said Jack. “Okay, so whose ass now?”

“Both?” replied Bill. He’d already dropped his jeans, revealing his buttocks.

“Smack his ass!” shouted Amy, giggling.

Shani nearly fell from the sofa, laughing. Amy couldn’t catch her breath laughing.

“Okay, fine,” said Amy, standing and bending over slightly. She faced away and stuck her big butt out towards the guys. Bill playfully smacked her ass. Not to be outdone, Jack smacked Amy’s ass again, but harder.

Amy yelped and giggled. She was quickly getting turned on, the idea of both guys smacking her ass. There was something deep and primal about it. She stirred eagerly.

“Okay, from now on, house rule: every roll must remove an item of clothing.” Jack stated. He said nothing else and simply pulled off his jeans, letting them fall around his ankles. He wore tight black boxer briefs underneath.

Amy smiled. She looked on approvingly. She enjoyed seeing her husband like this. Dominant and assertive.

“Wait, is that everyone?” Shani asked.

Jack looked at her, puzzled.

Amy knew what her husband meant. She explained. “Yeah, anytime you roll, your team of guys or girls take off an article of clothing.”

Shani smiled. Bill took off his jeans, tossing them aside. Underneath, Bill wore bright red briefs.

“Those are quite the underwear, Bill,” Amy joked. She was surprised by how loud his underwear were.

“Don’t you just love it?” Shani quipped. She grabbed the bulge in his briefs with a flourish.

It was now Amy’s turn to roll the dice. She sipped from her drink first, then shook the dice in one hand. She dropped them onto the coffee table.

You & Suck & Nipples

“Okay, whose nipples am I sucking on?”

“Shani’s,” replied Bill and Jack simultaneously.

“Umm, okay,” said Amy. Shani got to her knees on the couch. Amy knelt in front of her, about to lean in to kiss her.

“Stop.” Jack commanded.

Both women looked at him. Bill understood.

“He wants you to remove an article of clothing,” Bill said, nodding at Jack with a wink. “You know, house rules,” he added. Jack gave Bill a high-five.

Amy led the way. She was no stranger to being commanded by Jack. She loved hearing him take charge in their bedroom. It turned her on- she felt abuzz with arousal.

Amy pulled off her t-shirt and threw it at her husband, who caught it and threw it aside, Underneath she wore a red lace bra. Amy had small, delicate tattoos on her wrists and forearms.

Shani did the same. She lifted her t-shirt off and dropped it to the ground. She wore a simple black sheer bra. The translucent black fabric allowed her nipples to be seen. Her dark skin was marked with tattoos- on her back, shoulder blades and upper arms.

“So, how should we do this?” Amy pulled down one half of her bra, exposing one of her perky nipples.

“I feel like I should kiss you first,” said Shani.

Amy eskort bayan gaziantep felt butterflies in her stomach. She said nothing, just reached out for Shani.

The two embraced. It had been a while, but the two women were still comfortable with kissing each other. Lightly at first, then Shani pulled her in deeper for a kiss with tongue.

The men did nothing, simply watched. Jack felt himself harden with arousal.

“Okay, that’s better,” said Shani. Her hands were on Amy’s curvy hips. She traced them up to the red lace of Amy’s bra. Again, Amy exposed a nipple and Shani first kissed, then sucked on the taut, sensitive nipple. Amy gasped a little.

“Thank you,” Amy kissed Shani on her mouth. Amy now had her hands on Shani. Instead of just exposing a nipple, Shani simply unclasped her bra, letting it fall. Shani’s small breasts and dark, round nipples were exposed, perky with her own arousal.

“I haven’t done this…” Amy started to say. She was kissing Shani’s chest.

“Before?” asked Bill.

Amy cupped both of Shani’s small breasts. She took one of Shani’s nipples into her mouth, teasing it for a few seconds.

“No, in a long time,” answered Amy. Bill would not have known about a handful of her same-sex encounters in college.

Amy and Shani kissed again, then returned to their seats.

“Wow, what’s next?” asked Bill. He grabbed the dice and shook them in his cupped hands.

Bill rolled the dice. He eagerly looked on for the result.

Both & Kiss & Neck landed face up.

“Okay, so, we’re kissing necks!” Announced Bill.

Jack removed his shirt first. Shani took a few seconds to admire Jack’s physique. He had some chest hair, unlike her boyish husband.

Any certainly noticed Shani checking out her husband. In Amy’s mind, it added to his rugged appeal. In the months since their last encounter, Jack had increased his work in the gym.

Amy would later confess to Jack that watching another woman blatantly check out her husband made her a little jealous. She couldn’t explain it, but she wanted to fuck him and simply make Shani watch.

Bill did the same and removed his shirt. Like his wife, Bill wore many tattoos on his smooth, hairless chest.

Amy pointed at her neck. “Okay, right here.” Jack nuzzled into her neck and gave her a couple of slow, warm kisses.

“May I join in?” asked Bill.

“You may,” Amy replied.

Jack’s hands were on Amy’s hips and behind her neck. Bill nuzzled into the other side of her neck and started kissing.

“Oh my god,” whispered Amy, to no one in particular. She melted into their kisses. She wanted to be consumed by the two men.

Bill stopped first, then Jack. Jack paused to give an affirming kiss to Amy.I’ll be back for more, he promised, unspoken.

In seconds, both men were kissing Shani’s neck. She too, gave a breathy moan. She leaned back into the couch. Jack backed off and allowed Bill to be with his wife. Bill continued kissing her neck and collar bones. Before long, he was kissing and kneading her small breasts and dark nipples.

Amy and Jack kissed and watched the show. Amy’s hand easily found Jack’s growing erection. She felt herself getting wet. Amy unconsciously touched herself with her free hand.

Longtime voyeurs, they were enjoying watching their friends’ foreplay. Finally, Bill stopped teasing Shani and both sat up.

“Okay, next round,” announced Shani. She picked up the dice, cupped her hands into a little bowl and churned the dice around, before dropping them onto the coffee table.

You & Spank & Sexy Bits

Jack just laughed.

“What the fuck?” asked Bill.

“Babe, I think I have to slap your penis,” Shani said, barely able to hold in a laugh.

“Clothes, ladies,” reminded Jack sternly.

“Always the rule follower,” Amy rolled her eyes theatrically. With that, she unzipped her jeans and sat back on the couch to slowly peel them off- offering a faux striptease as she did so. Underneath, she wore matching red lace cheeky underwear. Not a thong, exactly, but when she stood up, anyone would see plenty of her big butt.

Shani stood to remove her own tight jeans. Shani wore a pair of black briefs with a sheer backside- her ass was exposed through the fabric.

Amy reached over to her husband. She gave a playful slap to his erection through his briefs. Afterwards, she felt the outline of his cock- hardened for her. The tip poked out from his waistband. She lingered and continued to stroke him for a few more moments.

Bill, apparently ready for any reason to expose himself, stood and removed his red briefs. He stood in front of his wife, who grabbed his stiffened cock. She pressed it against his lower abdomen and gave the underside a gentle smack.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll give it a kiss later,” Shani said in a faux-cutesy voice.

“Okay, next roll,” announced Jack, rolling the dice.

Me & Caress & Neck

“Looks like we’re caressing some necks” said Jack.

“Bill, how about Jack gaziantep bayan eskort caresses my neck, and you go with Amy?” suggested Shani.

Amy, a little buzzed, took the last gulp of her sangria.

“Alright, William” said Amy. “Sit back and get to work.”

Amy suddenly straddled Bill on the couch. Bill grasped her next, firm, but slowly massaging. Unbeknownst to Bill, this was a huge turn on for Amy. She gasped.

“Everything okay?” asked Bill.

“Yeah, I didn’t say stop,” smiled Amy.

“May I kiss you?” whispered Bill.

“I suppose you may,” replied Amy.

Bill kissed Amy’s collarbones and chest, much like he’d done earlier with his own wife. Amy unconsciously started grinding onto his lap. His hardened cock rubbed against her lace panties. Amy started kissing Bill on the lips. At first gentle, then very deeply. She was more turned on now than she’d been in a while. She figured correctly that her husband and Shani would be doing the same, if they weren’t already.

Shani and Jack now sat on the couch, where she too straddled him. Jack gently grabbed Shani by the neck, pulling her close. He caressed her neck, but it was obvious that she wanted more.

“Kiss me,” Shani demanded.

They kissed very slowly at first. Then, they picked up tempo, kissing deeply and savoring each other’s touch. Without saying a word, Shani stood up to slide off her black panties. Unlike Amy, Shani had some neatly trimmed dark pubic hair. Feeling her, it was damp to the touch, which Jack found impossibly sexy.

Amy then interrupted. “How about we roll again?”

“I think it’s my turn,” said Shani. Shani slid off his lap so that she could grab the dice from the coffee table.

Both & Spank & Nipples

“Yeah, no” Shani said with a smile.

“Hard pass,” agreed Amy, rolling with laughter. She handed the dice over to Bill.

“Wait- clothes, babe” Bill reminded his wife.

Shani removed her black bra, letting her small round breasts free. Her dark nipples were hardened- she tossed the dice on the coffee table.

You & Kiss & Inner Thighs were rolled this time.

“Okay, here we go!” announced Shani.

Jack put his hands around Shari’s tiny waist and lifted her up, flipping her around on the couch. Within seconds, he was kissing her collarbones and neck. He quickly kissed her breasts, feeling her hard nipples under his tongue. She moaned softly. Jack positioned himself so he could access between her legs. For a few short, teasing moments, he kissed her soft thighs.

Then, Jack eagerly started to lick and kiss Shani’s pussy. Jack savored her taste, which was different from Amy. Shani pulled his head close.

Amy was comfortable and totally aroused. She stood and removed her red lace panties, revealing that she had freshly waxed. Bill quickly discovered her slick with wetness and impossibly smooth to the touch of his fingers. He motioned for her to lay back, which she did, spreading her legs. Bill too, spent a few seconds kissing her soft thighs, before moving to her pussy. Her hips squirmed as his mouth found Amy’s most sensitive parts.

Bill followed Jack’s lead. He grabbed the second vibrator. It buzzed to life with a push of the button. Amy writhed under the stimulation.

“Don’t you dare stop that,” Amy ordered.

Minutes later, Amy screamed out loud, rippling with an orgasm.

“Wow” said Amy, after finally catching her breath.

“Wow indeed” replied Bill.

“I think we’ve got another roll coming,” offered Amy, who reached for the dice.

Both & Kiss & Inner Thighs

It was the wives turn to kiss their husband’s thighs. The soft swap was going comfortably, so the two couples agreed to continue with the other’s spouse.

Shani dropped to her knees between Jack’s legs and started to tease. She playfully kissed his stomach and thighs, watching him throb but never touching his erection.

“Shani, what if you suck his dick and Amy sucks my dick?” Bill suggested.

“No way. Still playing a game here.” Amy chimed in.

Amy was busy, she’d been kissing and licking on Bill’s inner thighs. He squirmed with anticipation, as she breathed warm breath on his stiffened cock. Amy was becoming turned on by the tease- she started to rub herself while she teased him.

“So, whose roll now?” asked Jack.

“Why don’t you roll again, babe?” Amy suggested.

Jack picked up the dice. He rolled again.

Both & Kiss & Lips were rolled.

“Hmm,” said Bill.

“I think we’re way past that,” said Shani.

The group laughed.

“Okay, what were we saying earlier?” Shani asked.

Jack smiled from ear to ear. He knew what his wife was going to say next. Amy reached across and grabbed the dice. She tossed them over her shoulder. Instead, she grabbed a pump bottle of water-based lube.

“How about we see those dicks now?” Amy asked. Jack hadn’t seen this horny side of Amy in twenty years.

Jack and Bill sat next to each other on the couch. Jack’s wife got to her knees first, applying a generous amount of lube to Jack’s cock, then to Bill. For a quick few second, she each man’s erect penis in her hands and she and Shani shared a playful laugh.

Shani got to her knees in front of Jack and started to work Jack’s cock, sliding him into her mouth. She gave a slow blowjob. He felt that he would blow at any second, after having being teased almost to the point of no return. She didn’t rush it.

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I was 19 and had recently moved in with my boyfriend. We’d been long distance for a year, but he was moving closer and I had just decided to take a break from college, seemed like a perfect time. Most of my days were spent in our little apartment watching trash tv and playing on Facebook. But once April rolled around and it started to warm up that of course meant time for the apartment’s pool and working on my tan. It was there that I met Ron and Freddy. They were both in the their 60’s and retired. They spent most of their time either at the pool, grilling or drinking (sometimes a combination of all 3). I could tell immediately they were excited the first time i layed out my towel on a chair and took off my clothes to show my tight teenage body in my bikini. Now I’ve always attracted the attention of older men, I’m blonde,, 5’7, 36dd, and had been a cheerleader since I could walk, so it came to no surprise when I saw them eyeing me across the pool, but I just put in my headphones and soaked in a little sun.

The next day the same thing happened, but on the third day as I walked through the gate of the pool i found them not in their usual chairs on the shady side, but rather on the sunny side where I had staked my claim and right next to my chair. I approached them with a smile, “Do you mind if I join you guys?” They nodded their heads yes and we introduced ourselves. We made small talk for a while, they asked if I was new to the complex where I was from, etc. I found out Ron was divorced and was a retired car salesman and Freddy was a retired high school football coach and married, his wife was 10 years younger and managed a jewelry store.

For the next few days we hung out by the pool nearly everyday, soaking in the sun, swimming, and having a few drinks. I’d occasionally catch them both staring at my legs or chest when they thought I had my eyes closed beneath my sunglasses and to be honest, I enjoyed the attention. I thought about them all weekend when I had the day shift at work and couldn’t make it out.

As I came out on Monday i found them waiting for me once again in our usual spot. “There’s my favorite guys” I said as I removed the big shirt I had on over my bikini and greeted them both with a hug.

“Beer?” said Ron as he held one out for me.

“Sure, just let me rub some oil on and dry my hands first” I said as i pulled a bottle of tanning oil from my gaziantep masaj salonları bag.

“Dont worry about that sweetie,” said Freddy as he reached for my bottle of oil. “You just lay down and let me handle that for you.”

I was actually a bit surprised at myself as i happily handed the bottle over a layed on my back. Freddy drizzled oil from my thigh down to my ankle and started rubbing it in. His hands felt so rough and strong. “Mmm”, I let out a soft moan as Freddy rubbed my thigh, was I actually getting turned on by this?

“Hey, how about sharing some of that over here,” said Ron as he held out his hand to do my other side. Ron rubbed oil all over my leg, but crouched down to give me a good calf massage.

“Mmm, that’s so nice” I said to them. Wait, was I starting to get horny? This felt wrong, but I couldnt help but get turned on as their strong, weathered hands rubbed my legs. I know they were enjoying it also.

“I appreciate you shaving for us” joked Freddy as he took the bottle and began working on my arm.

“Yes sir, I always do” I said in a flirty voice with a wink.

Next Ron took the bottle and sprayed it on my stomach. his fingers briefly rubbed beneath the top of my bikini bottom. “Gotta make sure it gets all over” he said as he proceeded to rub just under my tits.

“Can’t forget this part,” said Jerry as he sprayed a little on my chest. “Gotta make sure you’re good and covered,” while running his fingers just under my bikini top onto my breasts.

“Thanks boys,” I said as Ron finished my arm, I took a sip of my beer as they each layed back down in chairs on either side of me. i noticed a bulge growing on the front of both their trunks and the thought crossed my mind wondering how big they were. I knew I shouldnt be wondering that, but I could feel my pussy getting wet as well.

“Just let us know when you’re ready for the other side,” said Ron as he gave Freddy a little wink.

I couldn’t believe it. was I actually getting turned on by these 2? Hell, one of them was married and they were both old enough to be my father, or even grandfather. I sipped on my beer as they guys talked about their weekends, and plans for this week.

“So did you get any this weekend?” asked Ron. I almost choked on my drink. I had zoned out and thought the question was directed gaziantep masaj salonları escortları to me. Unfortunately, it had been a while for me. Of course, my boyfriend’s new job was causing a bit of stress, so it had caused some tension in our love making routine and I was a bit on edge.

“Nah, you know how Tina is. She hasn’t been in the mood for weeks now. How about you?”

“Nope, haven’t had any since that chick Cindy I introduced you guys to at New Years”.

I quickly finished my beer and said, “I think I’m ready for my back now” as I flipped over onto my stomach. Freddy took the bottle first and sprayed some on my shoulders and back. I could feel his strong hands rubbing my shoulders and giving me a massage. I reached back and untied my top, “Don’t want tanlines” I said as I gave him a wink. Ron took it next and sprayed the back of both my thighs. as he rubbed I could feel myself instinctively spread my legs farther apart.

“So, what about you sweetie?” asked Freddy in almost a whisper as he crouched close to my ear. Fuck, that was a turn on.

“Ummm, a few weeks I guess” I said in a squeaky voice. What was I doing? I couldn’t actually be letting this happen, could I? I could feel Ron now moving his fingers underneath my bikini bottom and massaging my ass cheeks.

“Really? I dont think I’d be able to keep my hands off you if you were mine” said Freddy as his hands moved down to the sides of my breasts.

“She does feel really fucking nice” said Ron as he pulled my bikini bottom into a thong and continued rubbing my ass.

“Ummm. Yeah. He’s just been super stressed and hasn’t had much interest” I said as I raised my ass a little higher to give them both more room to roam with their fingers.

“Mmm. Thats too bad babygirl” said Ron as I felt him move his hand from my ass down to my shaved pussy. “Looks like you really need some attention” he said as his fingers brushed against my lips, he could already feel how wet I was.

“And what do you think we should do about that sweetie” said Freddy as he cupped my breast and squeezed my nipple between his fingers.

“Mmm, fuck!” seemed like the only words I could manage to get out of my lips. His hands felt so strong, just what I needed to feel. Part of me knew I should be concerned of how public we were, but masaj salonları gaziantep the other part of me didn’t give a fuck. I rolled over and completely removed my top. Ron spread my legs apart again and began to untie and remove my bikini bottoms. Freddy was still crouched down above me and i pulled him in for a kiss. I knew he was older and married, but at that point neither one of us cared. He moved his mouth and began to lick and kiss my hard nipples as i reached for his cock.

“Not here guys, lets go back to Ron’s place” I said as Freddy began to undo his trunks.

“Just let me throw my shirt on” I said in a scramble to get covered

“Dont worry babygirl” said Ron as he gathered my clothes, “It’s not far and you wont be needing these” he said putting my bottoms in his pocket.

As I walked fully nude across the parking lot, I couldnt help but think that I shouldn’t be doing this, what if my boyfriend finds out? But the thought of being wanted so bad was overwhelming and i loved it. As soon as we were inside Ron’s apartment I gave them both a deep kiss and went down on my knees. I wanted both of their cocks in my mouth right then. The sight of 2 cocks with long gray hair made me even wetter. I had never been with more than one guy at a time and I’d certainly never been with an older guy, but both of those would change today.

“Mmm, thats such a good girl” said Ron as I licked his balls and shaft while stroking Freddy.

“I gotta fuck that tight little pussy” said Freddy, as he took me by the hand and led me to the couch. Ron took a seat and I continued to suck him while Jerry took his position behind me. I felt his large cock enter and I let out a loud moan. “Oh god, fuck me!!!” i screamed. Ron pushed my head back down onto his shaft.

“Mmm. I haven’t had a pussy this tight in years sweetie” said Freddy as he pounded me from behind. I could tell Ron was getting close to orgasm as i sucked his cock. I took it out of my mouth and began licking and sucking on his balls.

“I want you to cum in me baby” I said as I turned my head to see Freddy. He was getting close too. “And i want you to cum in my mouth” I said to Ron.

Freddy came first. I felt his hot load fill my little pussy up. Then I felt Ron push my head down harder on his shaft until his warm sticky load filled my throat. I swallowed every drop of it.

All 3 of us sat there for a while basking in the ecstasy of what had just happened.

“You owe me $500” said Freddy to Ron.

“Wait, what?” I said.

“We had a bet that we could get you to fuck us before June” replied Freddy.

Maybe I should have been upset, but honestly all I could feel was complete ecstasy at that moment. “Well, give me half and we can go again” I said as I leaned over and took Freddy’s cock in my mouth again.

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The car drew attention the moment it appeared. A sleek BMW i8 coupe in eye-catching metallic blue, it stood out among the sea of family-friendly saloons and estates parked at Sunnyvale college.

Lucy Parker walked slowly over to the metallic machine, more than a little embarrassed that Dan, her dad’s rich but nerdy friend, was making her the centre of attention. But with her parents away and their house being remodeled, it was Dan’s place or a friend’s sofa. Easy choice. After all, Dan had just moved into a VERY nice place.

Dan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. He didn’t love these college runs, the sheer mundanity of it all. School hadn’t been good to him, but he’d made his own way in life – eventually starting his own firm with his business partner Tim – his old mentor, and Lucy’s father.

Dan had known Lucy since she was nine years old, so she’d become – if not like a daughter, a niece to him. But it had been a few years since he’d seen her so when Tim had asked him to take her in for the 2-week college break, Dan was happy for the opportunity to reconnect. She must be, what, 19 now? 20?The car door opened and. Instead of the awkward young teenager Dan remembered, a beautiful young woman appeared- the unkempt red hair now down to her waist; the oversized jumpers and combat trousers replaced with a figure-hugging black top. As she leaned in to say hi, Dan found his eye briefly drawn to her cleavage before remembering himself and looking Lucy in the eye. Had they always been that heart-stopping shade of blue? She smiled.

“Hello stranger!”

Lucy pushed her bag into the BMW’s tiny back ‘seats’, jumped into the sporty bucket seat in the front and slammed the door closed.

“Let’s get out of here before anyone sees me in this thing,” she laughed. Dan shook his head and started the car.

A youthful 40, Dan had clearly been working out since they last saw each other. He was tan and toned, and between his salt-and-pepper beard and closely-cropped head, his age looked good on him.

Ten minutes later, Dan was showing Lucy around his palatial new home. She immediately knew she was in for a good time. As a confirmed bachelor, Dan had money to burn on creature comforts – the highlight of which was an indoor hot tub just off the gigantic living room. Lucy was surprised at how well she and Dan were getting on – like peers, she thought. But he still wanted to put her at ease.

“I know it’s a bit weird staying away from home, and I’m not exactly run off my feet with visitors here. So feel free to invite some friends over,” Dan said, handing Lucy a glass of champagne. “And don’t worry – I can stay out of your way.”

“Don’t be silly,” Lucy replied. “I’m sure we’ll have fun.” She sipped the champagne – unsurprisingly, the best she’d ever tasted – and thought about the cheap prosecco she was used to sharing with her best friend.

“Actually, I do know someone who’d really appreciate this. My friend Alice.”

“Invite her over, if you like.”

“I should warn you, she can be a bit of a party animal.” That was an understatement. Alice was a one-woman party.

“I’m sure you’re both house trained,” Dan laughed. “And I have plenty more. Just try not to break anything.”

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

The fifth bottle was probably a mistake. The kind of mistake that often happened around Alice. Alice was used to being the centre of attention, particularly in comparison to the shy, introverted Lucy. Though both girls were undeniably attractive, Alice’s striking appearance – closely cropped hair faded into a pixie bob, big brown eyes and naturally full lips – usually caught the eye of any men they met.

The sweet smell of cannabis filled the air and everyone was feeling loose-lipped and hazy. Even Dan was starting to feel less parental. Which was just as well, considering the way Alice had been looking at him all night.

Alice liked older men as a rule, and she considered Dan to be an exceptional example. More attractive than he realised, and lacking the arrogance of many men in his position. Knowing she’d be meeting him, Alice had worn a conservatively-cut but tightly-fitting dress, emphasising her hourglass figure. But his relationship with Lucy, Alice sensed, was getting in the way of trying to outrageously flirt with him.

As the night went on, the conversation took an inevitable turn when Alice started talking about the poor orgasm etiquette gaziantep lezbiyen escort of a recent Tinder hookup.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she was saying. “It’s like, feel free to cum in my mouth – but at least give me some warning!”

Dan interrupted her.

“I don’t want to be That Guy, but I really don’t think I want to hear about Lucy… you know.” He turned to Lucy, apologetically. “I’ve known you too long.”

Alice laughed. “Oh, you’re safe on that front. Lucy’s as pure as driven snow, aren’t you?”

Lucy blushed. “I… I mean…” She sighed. “Boys just don’t really seem interested in me.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Dan said, inebriated enough to cross the line. “Are the boys you’re meeting even into women?”

“Oh she gets plenty of attention,” Alice explained. “She’s just scared she doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“Alice!” Lucy looked less annoyed than she sounded. She secretly enjoyed the description – it was true, after all. She’d love to be as confident and experienced as Alice but it had just never happened for her – a late bloomer, by the time guys had started noticing her she had no idea how to respond or even recognise it.

“I reckon she’s a slut in waiting, actually.”

“Sorry Alice, not all of us spent our lunch breaks giving blowjobs to older boys.”

“Well, maybe you should have!” The two girls laughed. Dan was glad he was hazy; hearing this a lot for him to process. In more ways than one.

“Or maybe,” Alice sounded mischievous as she turned towards Dan and leaned into his ear. She was so close he could feel her breath on his neck, and electric shivers rippled through his body. He felt her right hand over his crotch as she whispered, “Maybe she needs… a demonstration.”

Alice’s hand came down and met Dan’s excitement halfway, her fingers wrapping round him him through his clothes. She turned her head and told Lucy, firmly, “Come here. And pay attention.”

Lucy, speechless, sidled across the sofa as Alice kneeled on the floor in front of Dan. He rose to his feet, his growing bulge at Alice’s eye level as she reached over, unbuckled him, then hooked her thumbs into his waist and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion.

Dan’s cock sprang free, slapping Alice on the cheek as it came to rest in front of her. She took a moment to admire it – neatly trimmed, with a thick shaft that she could only just get her fingers round, and a beautifully shaped head – wider still, but sloping down to a point which Alice could fit on the tip of her tongue.

Lucy stared, wide-eyed, moving to the floor with Alice so she could see everything. What at first felt wrong – Dan – Uncle Dan, her reliable guardian, a man who’d seen her cry because she didn’t like the colour of a birthday cake, naked in front of her – now felt very, very right. So right, in fact, that the sight of his arousal was making Lucy wet herself.

“And this,” Alice said, turning to her friend as she started gently stroking Dan with her hand, “Is what you do with a dick.”

She turned back to Dan, looked up into his eyes, then slowly ran her tongue over the head of his cock until it was glistening with her spit. As Dan sighed, Alice opened her mouth and engulfed his head, taking it into her mouth and closing her lips around it. She stroked the underside with her tongue, causing Dan to thrust towards her. Alice pulled away, holding the persistent cock at bay.

“Now, this is important,” she said. “You want to take as much of him into your mouth as you can, but keep your teeth tucked away. Like this.” She wrapped her teeth over her lips, then slowly let Dan’s entire length into her until her lips reached the base. She held herself there, then slowly brought her head back until only the head remained, her lips clamped down. Dan moaned, and put his hand on Alice’s head, pushing her back slightly.

Lucy was transfixed, and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. She’d watched porn, of course, but the men had always seemed so aggressive and larger than life, with cocks that looked painful rather than pleasurable. Dan’s, on the other hand, long enough to give Alice’s hands a workout but perfectly proportioned and with that big, juicy head – it looked like it would actually feel good inside her.

Lucy’s dress was hitched up to her waist, her fingers stroking her clit in time with Alice’s mouth escort gaziantep lezbiyen sliding up and down, until she let Dan fall from her lips and turned to Lucy.

“Your turn,” she said, reaching out to pull her friend gently toward her. Lucy looked up to see Dan, his face a combination of shock and joy as he watched Alice guide her towards him.

She tentatively licked his tip, pleasantly surprised by the way it felt on her tongue. Alice moved her hand away and Lucy replaced it with hers, wrapping her fingers as far as she could around it. Lubricated by Alice’s spit, she started to stroke. She noted how smooth it felt, and felt herself getting wetter as she moved her head forward and did as Alice had told her.

Dan watched as Lucy slowly, cautiously, took him into her mouth. She felt warm, welcoming. Her eyes – the ones he thought he knew, usually begging him for a toy, or explaining some ridiculous cartoon – took on a new life as they gazed up from his hard, eager cock.

He reached down and stroked her hair as she looked up at him, eyes wide. She started to suck properly, getting into the rhythm quickly. She was enjoying it.

Alice was watching Lucy like a proud teacher, whispering pointers into her ear – stop now; lick there; do this for a few seconds but not too long or he’ll cum in your mouth.

As Lucy bobbed her head, taking more of Dan each time, she felt his cock get even harder. He was pushing her head forcefully now, thrusting himself into the back of her throat.

“I’m…” he began panting under his breath. “I’m gonna…” Alice grabbed his cock and squeezed the base between two fingers. It twitched in her hand, then relaxed slightly.

“Let’s not have Lucy’s introduction be an unexpected mouthful,” Alice giggled. Lucy was relieved – she had no idea what to expect, but it sounded … messy.

“Lucy, what you’re about to see isn’t mandatory – but it will make you very popular.” Alice formed a seal around Dan’s cock with her mouth, pumping him with her hand.

Within seconds, he was shaking. Lucy saw his cock pulsing, then Alice react as the load hit her. Dan had his hands wrapped around Alice’s head now, pushing her into him. Cum started to dribble from her mouth. She pulled away, gasping, Dan’s cum all over her lips. A big smile, and then it was gone. Dan collapsed back onto the sofa.

“Did you swallow it all?” Lucy was incredulous.

“Of course,” Alice smiled. “But you still need to experience a guy coming inside you. There’s nothing like it.”

She looked over at Dan, close to passing out on the sofa. “He’s out for a little while I think, though.”

Alice lit a joint, and the two girls – Alice with Dan’s cum drying on her mouth, Lucy’s skirt hitched up and her pussy still begging for stimulation, went looking for the hot tub.

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

Dan woke up and had three thoughts, in this order: Why am I on the sofa? Why am I naked? And did I really let Lucy… he’d answered them all before he’d finished them.

He pulled himself up off the sofa and walked into the living room. He could hear Alice’s filthy laugh, and the sound of water bubbling. There was another sound too – the unmistakable noise of Lucy’s voice, moaning ecstatically.

Sliding open the door, Dan stopped in his tracks to take in the scene in front of him. The girls’ clothes lay strewn across the deck, where they’d fallen as they both stripped on their way in. Lucy was perched on the edge, leaning back, legs open wide, breasts pointing upwards, eyes closed and mouth open..

Alice, stood up in the tub, had her head between Lucy’s thighs, her right arm moving back and forth.

Dan approached from the side, giving him a view of Alice, her tongue rolling in circles on Lucy’s clit and two fingers inside of her. His cock started to fill with blood.

“I hope I’m not interrupting…”

Alice pulled her mouth away, her fingers still pumping Lucy’s g-spot.

“Right on time actually. She’s all warmed up for you.” She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted Lucy’s pussy. “Lucy – on all fours.”

In a sexual daze, Lucy did as she was told – her hands out in front of her as she presented her pussy to Dan.

“Now, remember it’s her first time. Go slow.”

Dan nodded, and lifted his cock so just the tip was stroking Lucy, starting at her wet opening and moving slowly to gaziantep lezbiyen escortlar her clit. He wanted this to feel as good for her as it possibly could. But within three strokes, she was pushing herself back into him. Lucy – already soaking wet from Alice’s mouth and on the brink of orgasm – felt an urge she’d never experienced before, an emptiness. The sensation of Dan teasing her, almost entering her, was more than she could bear.

As Dan slowly pushed his cock over her pussy her for a fourth time, her wetness pulled him straight inside of her. He stopped at the tip, and gently began to pull out before sliding it in again. Just the head of his cock, oh-so-slowly moving against Lucy’s labia.

Lucy was… not groaning but growling. Dan gave her an extra inch before pulling back again and she cried out – “I want it all!”. The third was a thrust, his whole width stretching her out, his length filling her up.

One phrase repeating over in his head: He was fucking Lucy. Lucy!

Dan had to get that idea out of his head, the sheer forbidden nature was sending additional sensitivity down his body, where Lucy’s, warm, inexperienced pushy was already clinging pretty tightly.

He squeezed her ass cheek as he pulled out of her, and sat on the edge of the hot tub. He felt a hand his shoulder, then found himself faced with Alice’s completely bald slit. He leaned forward to put his mouth on her, but she pushed him back and lowered herself, pushing his erection up so her pussy was pinning it to his body.

“I want Lucy to learn as many of my moves as possible,” she purred, rocking her hips slowly, stroking the underside and making Dan gasp with pleasure. Gradually, Alice thrust her ass further back until the dick was pointing at her, and in one move she took it inside her, sitting down hard onto Dan’s lap, pressing her breasts into his face. She was completely in control, rolling her body against him exactly the way she wanted.

Lucy, half-sitting and half-laying on the hot tub next to them, frantically touching herself, was awestruck by Alice’s confidence. And jealous that she had Dan’s beautiful dick, Lucy’s new favourite toy.

Alice could feel Dan’s mounting excitement and as much as she wanted to cum herself, she was too invested in making sure Lucy got to feel everything. She pushed Dan back, kissed him hard on the mouth, and slowly lifted herself off him, feeling every inch of him on the way out.

Lucy could see in Dan’s eyes that he’d had almost all he could take. Newly empowered, she crawled over to him and slid her hand around his cock – somehow it felt even bigger now. She whispered into his ear

“Do you want to cum?”

Dan, speechless, just nodded. Lucy threw one leg over him, and balanced herself on his shoulders as she slowly lowered herself. He held his cock up, stroking her again as she reached him. She winced with pleasure as he re-entered her and pushed herself down until he was completely filling her. Looking him in the eyes, she asked,

“Do you want to cum inside me?”

He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her passionately, urgently. She continued to push down, not letting him move.

From behind, Lucy felt Alice’s hands on her breasts, stroking her nipples. She sighed. She’d been missing out on so much.

Lucy sat still for a moment, enjoying every sensation of Dan’s cock, as deep as it could go. Of his eyes seeing her as so much more than just a little girl. Of Alice’s hands. She started to roll her hips, gripping his shaft hard with her pussy. Dan began to grind back harder into her, every time feeling like he was going a little deeper. Soon their breathing became shallow. She felt him growing harder still, inside her. She loved it. But did that mean..?

Dan was pulling her into him now, fucking her hard without letting her move.

Alice leaned over. “Oh, you’re gonna make him cum!”

“The… feeling’s… mutual!” Lucy managed between gasps, feeling a fire inside her, her pussy contracting around Dan. But he went first – falling backwards from his waist, gasping, as he pumped her so hard it began to hurt.

She felt his whole cock twitch, the throbbing of his shaft inside her finally taking her over the edge. As she came, she squeezed hard and felt the fluid warmth of Dan, filling whatever space was left inside her, the sticky sensation of the cum pouring out as he continued thrusting into her. Until he was empty.

Lucy shook on Dan’s lap until her orgasm subsided. She realised there was one thing she hadn’t yet done. She put her hand between her legs, where he was still inside her, touching herself and him, then brought her fingers up to her mouth. They were coated in his cum.

Dan’s face was a picture as she put her fingers. “I think the next few weeks are going to be a lot of fun,” she said.

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Fuck! Shit! Dammit to hell! I don’t wanna fucking do this, but I damn-well better!

Flipping open his cell phone, Jack Grant punched in Spencer’s number. As soon as his best friend answered, Jack could hear some kind of music in the background. Spencer never plays music so it must be the TV.

Jack was elated, Hot damn — at last, a fucking a break! Spencer’s busy watching a game or something. I can just tell him I’ll call back later, like maybe in a hundred years or so.

Desperately clutching at the reprieve, Jack’s words rushed out nonstop. “Hey, Spence! Sorry to interrupt. Sounds like you’re busy watching something, so I won’t bother you. It can wait. I just catch you at the office on Mon… “

“Nah! No problem at all,” Spencer interrupted him. “Hell, Jack, I’m glad you called, and I got plenty of time. Mac’s swiped the damn TV controller, bound-and-determined to watch some dance show. Not that I care; there’s nothing on it worth watching anyway. So, what’s up?”

Jack sighed in defeat. I’m a doomed man.

“Well, you might wanna find a place to get comfortable; this may take a few minutes.”

“OK. Just let me move back into the kitchen, grab a glass of ice tea, and find a place to sit.”

Jack waited several seconds. Obviously, the first thing Spencer did was tell Mac to turn down the TV. The other end of the phone got suddenly quieter, followed by the sound of a refrigerator door opening and closing. Next, there came the soft tinkling of ice cubes filling a glass and, after what seemed an eternity, Spence was back on the line. “Okay, I’m set. Fire away.”

“Here goes. First, I think I’m too old to have a teenage daughter,” Jack confessed. Start with the safe stuff! Ease him into it!

Peals of genuine laughter rang out from the other end.

“Yeah, yeah…that’s right. Laugh your ass off; it’s fucking hysterical. But, I’m not kidding, Spence; I swear to God, I barely survived the other night with Nikki and MacKenzie both here. Christ, I feel so fucking old.”

He cleared his throat. “Do they seem more mature to you? I mean do the questions they’ve started asking seem to be about more ‘adult’ stuff, lately?”

From his kitchen, Spencer looked into the front room at MacKenzie as she lay on the floor watching some dance show on the wide screen. Her ass moved in time with the dancing. Nothing new there. It’s a very nice ass. It just happens to be my daughter’s ass. ‘Nuff said!

“No,” he said thinking, “Only change I have noticed is my credit card sure-as-shit has taken a beating this month. That much has changed.”

Nervous as hell, Jack cleared his throat again. Christ Almighty, he’s clueless! Oh God, how am I gonna ask this without getting killed? How to ask?

“Oh, come on Jack, stop clearing your fucking throat; it’s a dead giveaway. You only do that is when you are sitting on a shitty poker hand or uncomfortable with something you need to say. We ain’t playing poker, so just spit it out,” Spence prompted.

“Has Mackenzie asked anything about sex? You know, like seeking info. Like needing info about boys or men?” Or about blow jobs? There must be a way to say this.

Spencer wondered aloud, “What’s all this about Jack?”

Okay, how about this? Hey, Spence, I’m helping the girls learn about sex? Nope! I’m helping MacKenzie perfect her swallowing technique? Definite nope! MacKenzie kissed me naked? Nope. I found MacKenzie and Nicole asleep naked and, while I watched, MacKenzie went down on Nikki four times. Nope!

In his mind’s eye, each of those statements ends with a terrifying vision of Spencer hanging up the phone and driving over to his house. Then, after crashing his steel-gray Jeep Grand Cherokee 4×4 into Jack’s front room, Spence climbs out of the SUV and proceeds to kick Jack’s ass. Finally, as an afterthought, Spencer methodically tears him limb from limb, calmly pours gasoline over his dismembered but still writhing carcass, and calmly strikes a match.

Jack rubbed his brow. “I think I may have just had the Bird’s and Bee’s talk, or a least some part of it, with Nicole. Since she and MacKenzie seem to share even the tiniest bits of information this summer, I thought maybe you should know.” Partially true at least. What I just did with Nicole was definitely within the parameters of the ‘Daddy-Daughter Talk’. Give or take an eternally damning sin or two.

Spencer seemed to take forever before responding. At last, he spoke, “Shit! I was hoping to put this off a bit. You know, till after she married? Or the last weekend before college.”

Jack damn-near passed out from relief. He bought it! Thank you, thank you, thank you God!

“Thanks, Jack,” Spence continued, “To tell you the truth, she did seem a little quieter after their sleepover. I wondered what they are talking about?” His voice rose, “What the hell am I saying? God damn it, I’m not gaziantep escort bayan reklamları ready for this!”

“Spence, I’m not sure that I’m ready for this coming of age stuff either,”Jack admitted out loud. At least, that is definitely the truth.

“So, how was the ‘Birds and the Bees Talk’?”

“What?” Shit! Shit! Shit! Jack searched frantically for some way not to talk about this.

“So help me out here, Jack; give me some pointers. How did it go? What did you talk about? I’m curious, ’cause like you said, ‘they share everything’.”

Jack scrambled, Don’t panic! Just take a deep breath! It’s an innocent enough question; nothing but two normal dads talking about how to handle similar problems. Happens all the time.

At that precise moment, Jack Grant decided to survive no matter what it took; suddenly he became the best friend another single dad could have. Keeping his voice calm and relaxed, he began, “Oh, you know, I guess the usual. Subjects like how to keep your panties on. What to do with fluids. How to tell if the boy likes you. How tricky men can be when they want to get into a girl’s panties.” Quickly clarified,”Of course, I mean how to keep her panties on. Tricks to satisfy the boy without giving up her virginity!” Jack paused, then continued almost clinically,”We covered hand jobs; we covered dry humping; we covered kisses.” And oh yeah, Spence; I find it all works best if you throw in a little ‘show ‘n tell’! God, I hope I didn’t say that out loud.

In his imagination, Jack kept hearing the distinct echo of a hammer pounding after each mention of his ‘Birds and Bees’ discussion with Nikki; he just couldn’t tell if the sound was a coffin nail being driven into a casket or the gavel on a judge’s bench. Neither image soothed his worries. It didn’t make any difference either way, the verdict was ‘Guilty … guilty … guilty’!

“Wow! Jack, that’s totally … ” Spence tried to find just the right word. Terrifying!

“Spencer, honestly it was the most emotionally and physically tiring talk I’ve ever had in my life. I’m freaking exhausted.” Maybe ‘drained’ would be a more accurate description. Drained, definitely drained!

I fucking hate being a single dad! Spencer thought. “I guess I better sit down with MacKenzie before someone else does. You know, before I walk in on her going down on someone and have to kill him.”

Kill him?! Jack cringed. “Hey, I’ll let you have the rest of your day. I’m worn out anyway. I think I’ll turn in early tonight.”

“Jack, I …. I want to thank you for all the time you let MacKenzie spend at your house. I know she can be a handful. I’m so grateful that you and Nikki share your lives with her.” Laughing, Spencer added,”And I want you to know it’s not just because you never get laid and I do!” And, God knows I’d never get laid if Mac was here all the time.

Fortunately for both of them Spence couldn’t see Jack scowl, jerk the phone away from his ear, and flip it off with the bird. Oh, very fucking funny! No, I don’t mind at all being the single father of ‘two’ girls while you get your ashes hauled on a regular basis by someone in orange shorts and a tight white shirt with Big Owl Eyes on it.

Instead, Jack graciously replied, “It’s been a pleasure to see her grow up, Spencer. I loved helping teach her to ride a bicycle. I loved teaching them to fly a kite at the beach.” And since you put it that way, I fucking loved teaching your daughter to throat-fuck. Actually I’m embarrassed to death at my lack of control, but I can’t tell you either of those things.

Jack reminisced, “They have grown up …”

Spencer finished the thought, “… like sisters!”

Jack added quietly, “It’s like having …”

Spencer chimed in again, “… two daughters.”

” ‘Night, Spencer.”

” ‘Night, Jack. Thanks for the heads-up.”

While the dads were finishing their man-to-man talk, a disgruntled Nikki walked into the living room. She plopped down on the floor on her tummy, her fingers fiddling with the small knobs on her game controller. She rolled over on her back and groaned in frustration. I’m so bored. My dad is totally useless; he hasn’t paid attention to me all day. All day! He’s just been reading some manual from one of his games. Now, he is on the phone with Uncle Spencer.

And he’s never going to answer my question! It’s been hours! I’ll go crazy if I keep thinking about it!

.

Sighing, she hit the power button on the controller. The PlayStation box lit up happily. She rolled back onto her tummy. Escape from boredom beckoned as the lighted stripe on the case began to pulse. Play me!

A dark and haunting strain of music filled her headphones as she returned to the ‘Holds of Skyrim’. It was a virtual world of myth, magic, dragons, and dragon slayers. In an ancient nation gaziantep bayan escort reklamları split by civil war, Nicole’s plays the role of a Dragonborn, a long-awaited herald of either a New Age or the End of the World. In this vast virtual landscape, her avatar, Lady Swallow, moved gracefully and noiselessly through a rustic town. It was dark outside and no one noticed her. She was like a living shadow. The haunting music of the game ebbed and flowed around her like a dirge.

Lady Swallow was hungry. It was night. It was summer. She needed to feed.

Nikki lay on the floor using the controller. The avatar that she’d created months ago was a now a vampire, which meant the whole world turned hostile if they found her out. The young female vampire looked just like Nikki. Blond, long haired, slight of build, and almost willowy, her avatar was almost girlish in figure. It had taken Nicole four hours to replicate herself in the game. She had more than a thousand hours of play in this persona.

She hadn’t planned on being a vampire, but she’d been bitten and infected during a fight with a cult of the ‘Undead’ who killed a small girl in the village. The cost of her careless moment, avenging the death of the girl, had been this curse. Now, she found it a source of increased strength and endurance.

Nikki’s avatar searched the far corners of this fantasy world for ‘words of power’. When speaking these words using ‘The Voice’, she invoked the power of the ancient language of dragons. Words shaped this world. She wielded magic like a shield. She wielded magic like a weapon. She usually fought with a dark elf at her side, but they had become separated in the underground caverns outside town. That was okay, because there were some things about herself she didn’t want the dark elf to know. The dark elf was a mercenary and master of combat. Any weapon Nikki gave her, she used to perfection. She had no mercy and Nikki never had to save her. She was totally fierce. The elf reminded her of MacKenzie.

But, right now, Lady Swallow was alone.

She didn’t want her dark-elf companion to know how hungry she was. She especially didn’t want her to know how she satisfied her hunger.

Unheard by Nikki, Jack Grant walked up behind his teenage daughter as she lay on the floor playing the game. He watched as a naked young woman on the screen moved silently down a rustic hall. Her eyes glowed. She was naked. He frowned; the character bore a distinct resemblance to Nicole. I didn’t know video games were so realistic. Her body is almost like Nikki’s. I also didn’t know video game characters were naked.

“Nicole?”

She still didn’t hear him with the game turned up, so he reached down and touched her shoulder.

“Hey there, Daddy.” She turned her head.

“Why is your character naked? I mean, don’t these games have some kind of parental controls on them for kids?”

Kid? Cocking an eyebrow, she shot him a look. “Dad, I distinctly remember turning eighteen about five months ago. You remember, the party with the Dairy Queen Ice Cream cake? How come you always seem to forget that?”

“Sorry, my bad. Yeah, yeah … you’re a young woman. So, may I ask why your character just happens to run around naked?”

“My character in the game is very powerful. I’ve played her so long that I can beat most enemies easily if I use armor and weapons. I’m playing her without weapons and armor to see if she is powerful enough to fight without them; I’m trying to see if she can win even naked. She uses magic and other powers to stay alive.”

“Other powers?”

“Watch!”

While Jack observed, Nikki’s character slipped into one of the rooms that must have been in some kind of hostel or inn. A woman lay on a bed. The avatar removed her clothes. Still, the woman did not stir. Nikki’s character bent closer. Glowing eyes!

Jack smiled. “She’s a vampire?”

“Yes, she is, but not just a vampire.” She is much, much more!

“Oh?”

The woman on the bed tried to stir. Nikki’s avatar waited till she resumed sleeping. As she leaned over the sleeping form, the question “Feed?” appeared on the screen. Nikki fed.

“She’s a sex vampire!” Nikki declared proudly. Lady Swallow is the first ever sex vampire! I rule!

“What the fuck is a sex vampire?”Jack blurted out. What the hell kind of game is this?

“Her name is Lady Swallow. She takes blood to live, but she also feeds on secret desires and fantasies. She feeds on their dreams while they sleep.” Everyone has secret fantasies, Daddy. Even you!

“You do lead a rich fantasy life, Nikki!” Like father, like daughter!

Jack took a place on the couch, not really paying attention to what she was playing anymore. However, he was paying attention to what she was wearing. He looked at his daughter, lying there on the escort gaziantep bayan reklamları rug dressed in a t-shirt barely long enough cover her small butt. He waited as she kicked each foot back and forth. He saw where her legs entered the long tee. He couldn’t see any panties, but he shook off that thought as he started reading.

Jack was already half-way through a seven-hundred page manual for the simulation game he was currently enjoying each night in his den. The title of the manual: The Falcon 4.0 Officer’s Edition Loose-Leaf Manual. He was reading-up on the procedures for aerial refueling and trying to figure out how to keep his jet F-16 from bobbing up and down behind the air tanker as he approached. The Chapter: The care and feeding of your Falcon!

Nikki reached forward, placing her game-controller carefully on the floor in front of the plasma-screen TV. Her shirt rode up just enough to answer his question. Bare cheeks. No panties. He sighed audibly and she looked over her shoulder at him. She thought for a minute and got up, stretching. That lifted the shirt enough for him to see her bald, little pussy peek out.

She sat down next to him. “I’m starving, Daddy!” Putting her head against his shoulder, she pleaded, “Feed me.” The haunting music of Skyrim filled the living room as the game’s soundtrack played on.

Jack had to laugh at the incongruity of his daughter using those words after what he’d just seen her character do in the game. Kissing the top of her head, he stood and headed to the kitchen to prepare them a dinner.

The Grants had a late supper of fresh spinach salad, chock-full of cucumbers and tomatoes and topped with bacon dressing. To hers, Nikki added sprinkles of six different cheeses and some pecan halves. She dragged her bowl back to the living room to play her game. Jack wasn’t really hungry. Satisfied she wouldn’t die of malnutrition, he retired to his den to play on the computer but his mind wasn’t in it. After a drink or two or three, he thought over the morning. Was that really our ‘Birds and Bees’ talk?

An exhausted Jack went to bed early. Tossing and turning, his last waking thought was Nikki’s warning, Just don’t take forever!

It was almost midnight, Nicole was still on the PlayStation in Skyrim. She was thinking about their morning while she played. She looked outside at the deepening darkness. Night has fallen. In the game, in the world of Skyrim, night had fallen as well.

Lady Swallow was hungry. It was night. It was summer. She needed to feed.

Armor off and weapons removed, she moved naked towards the King’s hall. Here, in the imaginary world of the Holds of Skyrim, she was a dreaded legend. She had become a creature of magic and power, both respected and feared. What I want, what I need, I take! Try to stop me if you dare!

Silently, she crept past a guard into the royal chamber. It was dark. The King, an older man, not unlike her father, lay sleeping. She looked down on him. Then, she removed his clothes. She took just enough blood to fight off the fever of her hunger. She took it with a night kiss. He lay there afterward, diminished. Swallow wanted more. She intended no real harm, but she needed this. She created a staff almost from thin air. It gleamed. Pointed it at the sleeping king; it reached out, touching his innermost fantasies. It took his dreams. The strength of his secret needs fed the staff’s power. Lady Swallow could use that power.

It was midnight when Nikki saved her progress in the game and shut down the PlayStation. She stretched. She wasn’t tired, but she was hungry. It was late at night. It was summer. She needed something.

Sometimes art imitates life. Sometimes life imitates art.

Nicole stood in front of the open refrigerator. She had a drink of milk from the bottle. Nothing in there seemed appetizing. Her hunger grew. It’s not my tummy that feels empty. This hunger is lower.

Nikki smiled faintly. Her eyes filled with need. She was beginning to recognize this feeling. Without a moment’s hesitation, she did what she had done hundreds of times in Skyrim. Nicole stripped naked. She removed the band holding her hair in a ponytail. Shaking her head, her hair fanned out dropping across both shoulders. Her appearance became wild and untamed with her hair like that. She smiled, moving soundlessly across the carpet and quietly mounted the stairs.

She was accustomed to the dark. It wrapped her in a cloak. Tonight, it would obscure what she was planning to do. Like a shadow, she moved down the hall towards her dad’s room. This night, there is no lightening to break the darkness that hides me in this hall.

“I can do this!” She closed her eyes for a moment, then Nikki’s lips whispered a silent invocation.

I am the need that burns in the night. I am the eyes that see in the dark. I am the night wind that rustles no leaf. I am the shadow that leaves no trace of passing.

I take only what I need.

He will not wake. He will not see. He will not know.

It was Nikki who moved towards her father’s door, but t was Lady Swallow who crossed the threshold to the King’s royal bedchamber. This house’s guardian, a giant and fierce bear, lay sleeping down the hall. The King is unprotected. He lays there under the covers, defenseless, before me. The man is tired. Like all tired men, he snores.

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Story so far…

Residents of Olur, a remote village in southern India fondly worship Angannan, a rural deity. The descendants of Angannan reside in the same village and their house is called ‘The Big House’.

Annam, a widow and the current descendant of Angannan is living with her son Balu. Her step-daughter Pushpa is married to Sundar, a Doctor and the couple are settled in the city.

Balu, 18 years and horny manages to seduce his own mother before the annual festival. Annam decides to find a bride for Balu after coming to know that he had spied on his own step-sister while having sex with her husband. Annam realizes that she needs to engage her son sexually to prevent him from trying any adventures with his step- sister. She seduces him again.

Sundar and Pushpa attend the ceremonious beginning of the annual festival which includes marriage engagements as well. Sundar discovers Rani, a prospective bride looking vexed apparently because of her unwillingness to get married to a man who looked old enough to be her father. Even as Pushpa expresses her helplessness in stopping such a marriage, it suddenly begins pouring. It was the village custom to abandon the festival in the event of unseasonal rains as it was considered bad omen. Sundar and Pushpa consider the sudden downpour as divine intervention and decide to rescue the young girl.

Sundar and Pushpa convince Annam to agree to get Rani married to Balu which she does. But, the mother-son duo’s sexual escapades continue and Sundar gets a glimpse of the incestuous relationship between Annam and Balu.

*****

Pt. 05

It took a few seconds for Annam to realize that someone had been spying while she was having sex with her son through the ventilator. Neither did it take much time for her to conclude that Sundar was the only other male in the Big House and in all probabilities, it was he who had watched her fuck-show. For a few minutes she went through a variety of emotions ranging from shame to anger realizing that her best-kept secret had been discovered by none other than her own son-in-law.

What next? She began thinking. Will Sundar disclose the matter to Pushpa? How will she react to such a deplorable act of incest by her step-brother and step-mother? Should Balu be informed about Sundar’s spying act? What would he do?

After some tormenting minutes when questions paraded one after another, Annam suddenly thought about the semen on the storeroom walls. Did Sundar masturbate watching her and Balu enjoying together? Why should he get aroused rather than feel disgusted even while watching a mother and son having sex? If he was indeed excited to watch her and her son, would he really bother to spill the beans to his wife?

Probably not! She thought.

“Still dreaming?”

Balu’s startling voice interrupted Annam’s thinking and she turned around to see her son’s face glowing in fulfillment after a memorable fucking session with his mother.

“You were very hot today,” Balu winked at his mother. “I need to go and set the farm house right for the guests or else I would love to stay in the bed until evening.”

‘How happy he looks!’ Annam began thinking again. ‘Should I tell him that our secret is out in the open and things won’t be the same again henceforth?’

“What is the matter with you?” Balu sounded anxious watching the slight murkiness in Annam’s face. “Are you alright, mom?”

“Sundar is upstairs,” Annam mumbled emotionlessly. “You better behave or go to the farm at once.”

“When did he return?” Balu’s voice clogged.

Annam gauged her son’s tension quickly. The worst consequence of telling him that Sundar had seen her fucking her own son would be a sudden end to the incestuous relationship, at least till Balu’s wedding. She didn’t want that to happen so soon.

“Don’t worry,” Annam replied with a forced smile. “He came back just now.”

“Thank God!” Balu sighed in relief. “I must better keep going. I don’t want those daily wagers to fool around in the farm.”

“Ok,” Annam said and watched her son rushing out of the Big House and once he vanished from her eyes, she glanced at the staircase. Then she turned around and glanced at the store room and thought about the semen on the common wall inside. She imagined Sundar jerking off inside the store room while peeping through the ventilator to watch the live sex show put on by her and her son. She was convinced that her son-in-law had enjoyed the visual feast.

She decided to wait downstairs for a while to see if Sundar comes down to have a talk with her. Pushpa had gone to the town for distributing invitations to her friends and was expected only in the evening. There were at least a couple of hours left to Annam and Balu to sort out things if at all they wished. Sundar was playing hide and seek and Annam knew it was she who needed to take the initiative. But, the question was, will Sundar talk to her when Pushpa was not around?

Annam couldn’t recollect many instances where she had ever been at a touching distance with Balu. He always looked like gaziantep escort bayan ilanları a faithful husband, respectful son-in-law and a no-nonsense individual. From whatever accounts Pushpa used to give about her husband, Annam always believed that Sundar felt discomfort mingling with women even in the city he lived. Strange it may sound as he was a practicing medical professional in a city where women weren’t so hesitant to shake hands with males or touching innocuously.

Sundar and his parents had once seen Pushpa in some marriage in the town and they were so impressed with her politeness and simplicity that they travelled straight to the Big House to seek Pushpa’s hands for Sundar. Annam still remembered Sundar squirming in the chair in absolute shyness unbecoming of a well-educated doctor. In a way, it looked as though Sundar and Pushpa were made for each other as they had so many things in common except for the fact that Sundar was born and brought up in a buzzing city unlike Pushpa who grew up in a dusty remote village. Annam had since then believed that Pushpa’s marriage was perhaps the best thing to have happened in the Big House, after all the perils that kept occurring generation after generation.

But, are things about to change? Annam wondered.

Suddenly Annam heard the footsteps on the stairs and her heart began beating fast all over again. Sundar emerged with head bowed down, walked across the huge hall ignoring Annam’s presence, opened the wooden cupboard, kept the railway time-table inside, closed the door and began walking back towards the stairs.

“Sundar!” Annam managed to call out with a shaky voice.

Sundar was taken aback as Annam had never called him by his name. As he turned and looked at his mother-in-law’s face, he couldn’t gauge her strange expression.

“I need to talk to you. Sit down,” Annam showed a chair just opposite to her. Sundar dragged his feet to the chair and sat on the edge.

‘We have never sat so close till date,’ Annam thought. ‘I am seeing the small black mole on his right cheek for the very first time. Unlike Balu, he seems to be clean-shaven every day. He must be trimming his mustache too.’

“Were you in the store room?” Annam asked bluntly. Sundar looked up, stared into her eyes for a moment before bowing his head down again.

“I did,” Sundar replied hoarsely. “I am sorry about that. I had no business to do that.”

“Well,” Annam moved slightly forward on her chair, close enough to hear Sundar breathing. “I know you are embarrassed. I am sorry about that as well.”

Sundar kept looking at the floor as if he was searching for words. It took a while before he eventually looked up and said in a firm voice. “It will remain a secret.”

Annam was dumbfounded. Obviously, she didn’t have any more questions to ask.

For the next few moments, only the gentle noise of the ceiling fan was heard in the room.

“Did you…enjoy watching..?” Annam lowered her voice and asked after prolonged hesitation. “I saw something…I thought you enjoyed watching us!”

Sundar looked up again and watched Annam very closely. He couldn’t see any hint of guilt or embarrassment. But, her eyes were sparkling with a strange glow.

“You did enjoy that Sundar,” Annam reiterated. “You left behind some clue and it is still very much there.”

Sundar was still staring at his mother-in-law. He couldn’t meet her eyes for long and had to lower his eyes when he saw her breasts heaving beneath the saree. He felt as though it had just dawned onto him that she doesn’t put on a bra or blouse. His mind began rewinding the scenes he had witnessed and he could remember how Balu was playing with her huge boobs with unabashed lust. He also felt his dick had begun throbbing and his heart beating at a rapid pace.

“I am sorry,” Sundar said with folded hands, stood up and started walking towards the stairs.

Annam didn’t stop him.

‘He will turn around to look at me,’ Annam told herself. ‘If he does, it means he wants me.’

Balu could have easily jumped the stairs and reached upstairs but just as he was about to place his foot on the wooden stairs, he got some mysterious instinct to turn back and look at his mother-in-law. He failed in overcoming the urge, stopped and turned back to look at Annam.

Annam smiled at Sundar as her expectation had come true. But, what she did next was something which Sundar never expected.

Even as Sundar stood wondering to smile back at his mother-in-law or not, she shockingly pulled off her saree from her left shoulder and revealed her naked boobs. Sundar froze at once but his eyes zoomed on Annam’s marvelous boobs, dark red areola and perky nipples which looked like inviting him to savor. It took a few dreary moments for Sundar to come to terms with the reality before he swiftly turned away and climbed up the stairs quicker than ever before.

Annam continued smiling as she covered her naked breasts again and began walking towards the kitchen. escort bayan gaziantep ilanları She was convinced that Sundar has developed a deep lust for her and it was just a question of time before he eventually consummates. In hindsight, Annam also realized about her own lust for Sundar which seemed to have sprung from nowhere.

By the time Pushpa arrived early in the evening, a few things had taken place in the Big House. Sundar had masturbated a couple of times after his mother-in-law had sleazily displayed her boobs to him. Annam had managed to clean the cum stains on the store room walls with quite a bit of effort. The aroused lady still found time to fetch a fresh cucumber from the backyard and had played with her pussy fantasizing about her handsome son-in-law. Needless to say, preparing the evening snacks and country coffee didn’t take much time for the experienced woman.

“Why are you always away from home?” Sundar chided Pushpa as she entered their room with the baby. “At least you can leave the baby with me if you are so keen in roaming around in this heat.”

Pushpa was surprised at her husband’s irritation.

“What is the problem dear?” She came close to Sundar and gently planted a kiss on his lips. “I know I am leaving you alone because of the marriage arrangements. But, we always have the nights to be together. Don’t we?”

Sundar felt ashamed to have vented his anger on his unsuspecting wife. He was going through turmoil after watching Annam and Balu have sex; the conversation with his mother-in-law; her exposing of boobs and last but not the least the masturbation sessions he had been forced to indulge after all the day’s developments.

“I love you Pushpa,” Sundar muttered as he pulled his wife into a tight hug. “I wish we could leave this place as quick as possible. Let us return to our own sweet world.”

Pushpa stroked her husband’s hair and remained silent. She innocently assumed several reasons for her husband’s sudden disenchantment. She was aware that Sundar was deeply attached to his parents as well as his profession. Although he loved visiting the village once in a year, he was extremely critical of the superstitions surrounding the Big House and the medieval beliefs of the village. She realized that the annual festival was packed with certain rituals which Sundar dismissed as irrational and demeaning women. Sundar was religious but was extremely averse to senseless customs in the village.

The third day of the annual festival was a testimony to what Sundar had always perceived as a blind faith. The day included some strange ceremonies that belied even common sense.

All the adult male residents of the village were mandated to move out of the village before dawn and stay near the community cremation yard which was a good four kilometers from the village. After sunrise, women of the village, wearing just a towel to hide their breasts and womanhood would walk towards the river with metal pots. The women would then take bath in the river, fetch water, carry the pots on their heads, march towards the temple and pour the water on the deity. New sets of dresses would be distributed to each one of them and the women would break coconuts to signal the culmination of the ceremony. Men were supposed to return only after hearing the temple bell once the coconut breaking ceremony was completed. In all these rituals, widows were forbidden to take part.

During this time, no vehicular traffic was allowed in and out of the village and if any male adult was found anywhere inside the village, he will be tied to a tree till evening. After sunset, the oldest living women of the village will hit the man with a thick stick and pour cow dung on his head before he is freed.

There were several explanations for the ritual and the simplest of them was to stop ghosts and evil spirits from entering the village while the women indulge in the purification act. But, as years passed by, the ritual served as an opportunity for many men of the village to gamble, consume country liquor and even visit whores elsewhere.

The funniest part of the whole ritual was that, members from the Big House were exempted outright. So, neither the male members of the Big House moved out of the village nor the female members needed to perform the purification rituals. After all, the Big House members were the heirs of the deity.

Balu had grabbed this opportunity to earn the goodwill of the village males. The family owned vast palm groves in the outskirts of the village and Balu ensured to be present in the farm the previous day itself. The hardworking peasants of the village were fond of ‘toddy’, a sort of alcoholic beverage extracted from the palmyra trees and they were very fond of the taste of the toddy from the saps of Balu’s palm groves. Balu engaged daily wagers from outside to extract sufficient toddy for the villagers and of course, himself. He also knew a few aged widows who were keen to taste the toddy and had even offered a pot to gaziantep bayan escort ilanları his own mother sometime ago. Among umpteen reasons, Annam had always hated even the smell of toddy and had never even thought of trying it even once.

But, the Big House had witnessed more bizarre things happening and the future held a few more in its stock which none of the family members were. Not the least, Pushpa!

Pushpa somehow pacified her disturbed husband after which she sat with him to check the list of guests who might start arriving in four or five days. After spending some time with him, she laid the baby to sleep and went downstairs. Within seconds, Sundar’s mind was engulfed with lusty thoughts about his mother-in-law and he realized that his arousal was becoming uncontrollable.

Annam, in the meanwhile saw nothing worrying in Pushpa’s face and quickly concluded that Sundar had kept his word. She tried to be very normal as Pushpa explained about the list of guests Sundar had prepared. Just as Pushpa was about to move to a different topic, Annam quickly intervened.

“Is Ponni in the guest list?”

Pushpa stood silent for a moment.

“Aunt Ponni?” Pushpa asked in utter disbelief.

“Yes,” Annam quipped. “She is my only sister and Balu’s wedding could help us settle all our disputes.”

Pushpa was delighted to hear what Annam said. Aunt Ponni was her favorite relative with whom she had spent a significant part of childhood. Somehow, things fell apart between Annam and Ponni and they stopped even talking to each other.

“I thought you scold me even to hear her name,” Pushpa giggled. “You made my day mom. I will go right away and invite her for the wedding.”

“That sounds good,” Annam smiled. “I need to have a look at the list you and Sundar prepared. Why don’t you ask Sundar to come down? By the time you return from Ponni’s place, both of us could finalize the list.”

“Sure mom,” Pushpa cheerfully kissed Annam on her cheeks and sped upstairs.

Sundar was really annoyed with Pushpa but he managed to keep his nerve. He couldn’t help cursing himself as he watched Pushpa walking out of the Big House carrying the baby. Images of Annam exposing her boobs started haunting Sundar all over again.

Sundar had heard the word ‘Cougar’ several times from his not-so-good friends in the city but he suddenly realized that Annam whom he had considered a prudish woman behaved more like that cougar. Not content with her incestuous affair with her son, she is planning to knock out her son-in-law as well. The damned woman seemed to have decided that the younger men of the family were good enough for safe seduction.

‘Was she secretly lusting for me all these days or is she just trying to seduce me so that her affair with her son remains a secret forever?’

‘Let me get over this ordeal as quickly as possible,’ Sundar told himself before picking up the hand-written list and going downstairs again.

His discomfort grew when he realized that Annam was inside the bedroom instead of the hall where she normally sits while talking to someone. Sundar, although not afraid was nervous for sure as he inched closer to the bedroom. He saw Annam sitting with her back resting on the headboard and legs stretched on the mattress. She seemed to have taken another bath after that terrific fucking from her son and the loose strands of her long hair blew in the air.

Instinctively Sundar momentarily turned to his left looking for the ventilator before quickly reverting to Annam. The clever woman smiled mischievously as though she had expected him to have a look at the ventilator.

“Show me what you got,” Annam spoke in a husky voice.

Sundar handed over the list with a gentle fear that the horny woman might try to touch his fingers while receiving it. His fear wasn’t unfounded as Annam’s fingers teasingly brushed his fingertips. It was deliberate and she wasn’t making any attempt to conceal her intentional tease.

“I am sure you have seen everything, isn’t it?” Annam asked Sundar with an undertone of sarcasm.

“Yes!”

“Anything you need to check again?” Annam winked at her son-in-law.

“No!”

Sundar watched Annam’s face shimmering with a crooked smile, her eyes gawking into his eyes. Strangely, he couldn’t evade her probing eyes as he started looking at her eyes intensely. Annam lowered her eyes and smiled inexplicably watching the inflating tent on Sundar’s pants. That was a good enough clue for the horny woman as she got up from the bed and disregarding Sundar’s edgy look she gently planted a lustful kiss on his lips.

Sundar felt the warmth of Annam’s lips and the heat in her breath. Suddenly, their tongues were intertwined and their bodies were pressing hard against each other. Annam’s nipples twitched and hardened against Sundar’s chest and she felt Sundar’s arousal rubbing between her thighs. Sundar stayed motionless as he could feel Annam’s hands pulling him onto her and her fingers grabbing his ass cheeks to let his tent press hard against her crotch.

Annam being the more experienced, skillfully managed to let her saree slid through her left shoulder while her mouth held her son-in-law’s lips deep inside. Sundar’s trembling hands began wandering over his mother-in-law’s body and paused momentarily on her shoulders before grabbing her wonder globes tentatively. Annam knew that Sundar can’t go back after falling prey to his lust and decided to tease him before letting him surrender completely.

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Chapter 3

The taxi ride to the resort wasn’t anything to write home about. The smell was something I could do without for the rest of my life. After the thirty-minute ride that took us through several sections of dense rainforests and some hilly terrain, we arrived at the resort. Palm trees, white sandy beaches, and clear blue water surrounded the property. Check-in was usually uneventful, but not this year. To our surprise, our father had checked us in as adults, which meant we would be able to drink if we liked. It was all in the color of the braided wristband, something that you could never take off until you checked out. The plastic oval with the resort’s logo in the center did a few things. But, most importantly, it was the key to your room. The logo was also the very thing that told staff you were staying and not just a guest from a sister resort. With it being a large chain resort, it had an added perk that you could also go to the other resorts under their umbrella companies to eat, drink, and swim in their pools for no cost. We were excited, to say the least.

The next surprise was the one that would change everything in our lives forever. The resort had screwed up our reservation, and after a lot of bickering back and forth. My father finally and reluctantly agreed after the resort threw in some extras and upgraded our rooms. The girls were also going to get some extra spa days free of charge. As far as the rooms went, they were still side by side, but our upgrade had put us in suites. They also didn’t have that pesky little door between rooms that would benefit our parents to come in and out whenever they pleased. My father and his newfound relationship with me had saved us and mainly because we hadn’t brought any friends. What a great decision at the time, especially one we didn’t want or like.

The rooms were almost identical, both with beautiful white marble flooring and high-end décor. A large hot tub sat in the middle of the suite, and one on the balcony for the sunsets the resort called “magical.” The large walk-in shower had two full-body jet systems, three showerheads, and a thirty-inch rain shower. It was the most extensive shower I had ever seen in my short life. However, the minibar was anything but that. With a complete range of top-shelf liquor on the wall and a large lounge area, you could host a hell of a party and still have room. Last but not least was the giant king-size bed that looked to be floating three feet above the floor finished off the room nicely. Even with the resort being a luxury resort, the suites were next level.

“Are y’all sure this is okay?” My father asked, walking into the room and looking right at the king-size bed, the only bed in the room.

“Of course, dad, we’ve slept in the same bed a bunch of times before. Share the same tent when we go camping. We’ll be fine.” Katie said like it wasn’t a big deal. She was back to her old self and feeling better than ever.

“Just stay on your side of the bed, butthead,” I said, as I tried to back her up and put my father at ease.

“Well, if it gets too weird, I’ll let you sleep with mom, and I’ll come over here, okay? And please try to get along.” My father said as he left and closed the door to our room.

“Oh my God, this is beautiful. I can’t believe I get two weeks alone with my man, and we get to sleep together every night.” She said, now in my arms, having run across the room, leaping into my arms and placing little wet kisses all over my face.

“Yes, this is going to be awesome.”

Not thirty seconds after the door closed. The hotel phone started to ring, causing her to leap out of my arms and onto the bed on all fours. She made sure to crawl as seductively as she could over to it, putting her lovely round ass on full display for me. The tiny cut-off jean shorts that rode way up into her ass also left little to the imagination. About 3 inches of her ass cheeks protruded below the bottom of the shorts when she was standing. I now knew why she had a sweater tied around her waist when we left the house. With her back arched and her ass high in the air, I could clearly see the lips of her sex on each of the tiny strip of denim. It was only suitable for covering her entrance at this angle.

“Hello.”

“Ok”

“What time?”

“See ya then.”

“Bye”

“Mom made reservations for us at 7:30, so that means we have six hours to do whatever we want. Wanna go to the beach for a little while?” she giggled.

“As long as we make a drink before we leave. I’m down.”

“Good call, babe,” she shot back. “Lock the door.”

I headed to the door, turned the deadbolt, and walked over to the minibar to make some beach drinks.

“Hey Siri, what’s the best mix drink for the beach?”

“For six drinks:

12 ounces silver tequila

6 ounces fresh lime juice

1.5 ounces light agave

1.5 ounces hot water

1.5 ounces room temperature water

Six lime wheels (if you’re fancy).”

“Ummmm, nope, let’s try Google,” I said under my breath.

“Ok, Google, what’s the best mix for the beach and ingredients.”

“Ok, for Sex gaziantep escortları on the beach, you’ll need. Peach schnapps, cranberry juice, orange juice, and vodka. Came through the speaker on the phone.

“Well, baby, it looks like we’re having sex on the beach,” I said a little too loud.

“That sounds like fun, but we better wait until dark, though.” She giggled

“No, it’s the name of the drink,” I said, turning around. “Holy shit. I mumbled to myself.”

She was standing there fully nude as she looked through her suitcase for the perfect bikini to wear. This was my first experience seeing her fully naked in the daylight. I had only seen her topless at the pool just last week. She was unbelievably sexy. Her perky D cup looked huge on her small frame as she bent over. Her nipples were puffy and shaped like a cone and almost hot pink in color, with the sun shining through the balcony doors hitting them just right. Just watching her dig through her suitcase was arousing. Her breast being squished between her arms made me want to shoot my cum all over them. It was a sight that would never get old. The small patch of hair just above her sex was now gone, and her puffy lips were now the only thing to see. I felt my cock start to swell and push hard against my shorts.

“How are those drinks coming along?” She asked, never looking at me as she continued her search for a bikini.

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” I shot back after and turned around to hide my erection.

After packing what seemed like too much stuff, we headed to the beach, large resort cups in hand full of Google’s version of sex on the beach. As we reached the hotel’s first set of pools, it was all eyes on deck. She had tried on several bikinis but decided on a conservative two-piece. It was navy blue, with strings tied in a knot on the sides and top to hold the ensemble together. The sheer black wrap that covered her bottom did nothing to hide what she was wearing or her plump ass that she sashayed back and forth. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, with what looked like two black chopsticks shoved in each side to keep it from falling. The black oversized brim sunglasses tied the outfit together perfectly. She looked killer. Every guy and gal turned to look at her as she walked by. She kept her chin up and shoulders back while having her arm weaved through mine with all eyes on her. She knew she looked good and wanted to make sure everyone knew she was off the market. I just tried not to smile too much, look cool and keep pace with her stride.

Finally we located our personal cabana, that was another added perk of the room upgrade. We placed our things down and headed for the water. I lagged behind just to watch her ass shake as she walked. She turned to look at me just as her feet reached the water and saw what I was doing. Pulling her sunglasses down her nose and smiling, she waited for me to catch up. As I got to her, she pulled me up real close to her, smashing her large breast between us as the waves washed over our feet.

“How’s it feel knowing I’m all yours, and I’ll do anything you want, anytime? And baby, when I say anything, I mean anything you want.” She moaned, just inches from my mouth.

“Fucking amazing!” I growled and pulled her even tighter into my arms. I kept one hand on the small of her back and the other one squeezing her soft yet firm ass.

“Mmmmmm,” Her lips now touching mine.

“If it’s ok with you, I would like to swim first? Unless you need me right now? Is that what you need, baby? Do you need me on my knees with your hard throbbing cock down my throat? Just say the word, and it’s done.” She moaned in my mouth.

“Baby, we need to get in the water right now. My cock is so fucking hard,” I said after biting her bottom lip.

She smirked as she kept me close and pulled me deeper into the water. Just as I felt the warm ocean water wash over my balls as I lowered myself into the water, releasing her to move about freely. It felt amazing holding her out in public with everyone watching us. Well, until I had a nervous feeling wash over me as I had forgotten that our parents could be watching us. I turned to scan the beach, looking for a giant angry man to be staring me down but didn’t see one. With the panic finally subsided and my hard on now gone, I was free to move about and enjoy the beautiful water and the sun beating down on my shoulders.

We splashed and played around for what seemed like hours before finally coming out of the water to get something cold to drink. As we settled in our cabana, the drinks I made in the room were anything but that hot and not very tasty. Much to our surprise, a young fellow walked up in a shirt that displayed the resort’s name across his chest.

“Hello, friends, is there anything I can get for you?”

“Yes, do you have any drinks that taste like a drink called Sex on the Beach?” I asked, taking the lead for us.

“Yes, sir, we have an excellent drink called Island Dreams. It’s a fruity drink with vodka and…

“Sounds perfect, two of those.” I escort gaziantep interrupted him before he could finish what was in the rest of the drink.

“Yes, sir, right away, sir. He replied in a Jamaican accent as he turned and headed to get our drinks.

“Yes, sir, right away, sir. I like the sound of that. I’m going to start using that one. I like the word Sir; it’s so dominant.” She smirked at me.

“It’s so beautiful here. I’m really going to enjoy these two weeks. Especially after last week.” She said.

“It really is. I missed you so much last week. I’m so glad you’re feeling better, and we get to be here together.”

“Me too, I..”

“Here is your drink, madam and sir, he said, not meaning to interrupt Katie.

“Is this your first night at the resort?”

“Yes, we just arrived a couple of hours ago,” I replied.

Are you on your honeymoon?”

“Yes, we are,” Katie spoke up quickly.

“Well, madam, we have a cruise every Friday. It’s just for our honeymoon couples. It leaves at sunset and is gone for approximately 3 hours. You will be provided with a wonderful five-star meal and, of course, all the alcohol you can drink. If you need more in-depth information, the front desk would be happy to fill you in on all it entails. But, if there’s nothing else you need right now, have a wonderful day, and I will be by later to check on you if you’re still here. I hope to see y’all aboard.”

“Thank you,” I said and handed him a couple of dollars for a tip.

“That sounds like so much fun, but we should really start getting everything packed up and head back to the room. It’s getting close to dinner time, and I still have to shower. I want to look hot for you tonight.”

I was the first to shower. I wasn’t one to hang around in the shower. I only need five minutes to wash my hair, my body, and sometimes jerk off. My sister, on the other hand, could spend an hour in there. Other than shaving, I had no clue what took women so long. Katie wanted to go last so she could get ready without me seeing her. “I want to surprise you. I bought a new outfit just for this,” she said before kicking me out, still naked and dripping wet.

“I’m ready when you are,” I said several times and resting my face on the outside of the bathroom door the last time.

“Almost done, just 2 minutes more”, she said, laughing. “It’s what all girls say no matter how much more time they have.”

“Sounds about right,” I laughed.

It was only 6:40 pm, and we had plenty of time. Even though I didn’t want to wait until the last second to leave, our reservation wasn’t for another 50 minutes. So I kicked back on the bed with the TV on, not really paying attention as I looked out through the balcony doors. The small boats anchored about a hundred or so feet offshore just rocked up and down in the ocean. It was beautiful here; maybe we could live here where no one would know we were brother and sister. I could become head pro at one of the resorts teaching the tourists how to play. I’m sure the pay is good. Katie is super intelligent; she could get a job anywhere, hell, she could probably run one of these resorts. The thoughts that were currently running through my head and kept me occupied while my sister finished getting ready. Maybe later this week, I will talk to her about it, and we can ask around. I had a checklist already piling up in my head. Cost of living, jobs, income potential, housing, and I’m sure I’ve missed some stuff.

“Connor, Are you ok?” She asked, standing at the end of the bed looking worried.

“Holy shit! You look amazing.” I blurted out.

“Thank you,” she said, her smile slowly returning. “Is everything ok?” She asked with a worried look in her eyes.

“Yes, baby, everything is wonderful. Why do you ask?”

“It’s, just Ummm, you look like there’s something wrong,” her eyes getting glassy and starting to puff up.

“Oh no, baby, everything is great,” I said, sounding as reassuring as I could. “I was just thinking about our future. You know, If things don’t work out back home, maybe we could move here. Nobody would know that we’re brother and sister. I was just going over the logistics in my head—no need to worry. I love you. Are you ready to go eat?”

“Yes, I love you too. She said, trying to hold her tears back, using her hands to fan her eyes and keep her mascara in tack.”

She looked stunning. Her white top was cut into a deep V. The amount of cleavage was breathtaking. My father wouldn’t think so, but this wasn’t for him. Her black pencil skirt looked to have been painted on, and it hugged her wide hips and plump ass to perfection. Her long wavy hair was parted down the middle, framing her face perfectly. Her makeup was so smooth it looked to be airbrushed on by a professional. The bright red lipstick that matched her heels covered her full pouty lips. It made them look as though they were wet and bleeding. She was downright sexy; that was all she was going for tonight. She could be classy, but tonight she wanted to show off for me. Too bad she had to go with a bum gaziantep bayan escortları like myself. I didn’t bring anything that would come remotely close to what she was wearing tonight. I was wearing a pair of royal blue slacks with a white button-up shirt with the cuffs flipped back once. Matching peanut butter in color, belt, and shoes finished off my ensemble quite nicely. I thought I looked good until I saw my sister.

The whole walk to the restaurant, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Neither could anyone else as we walked through the resort lobby. As we reached the hostess podium, she instinctively bit her bottom lip as she looked my sister up and down. It was easy to see exactly what she wanted to do to my sister.

“Do you have a reservation? She asked almost in a moan and never taking her eyes off Katie.

“Yes, we do, I said. The last name is…”

“They’re with us, ” the soft and pleasant voice of my mother’s spoke as she reached the podium. “Oh my goodness, Katie, you look gorgeous,” she said just above a whisper. “Who’s this strong and handsome young man?” She blushed and winked at me.

“Why thank you,” she said. “This is the date I picked up on the way down here, and his name is Connor.” She shot back, never missing a beat, and causing my heart to almost stop.

As we reached the table, my father’s eyes grew large. Then back to normal as he exited his seat to stand and welcome us to the table.

“I,…I, you look, great honey,” He said. Keeping his eyes locked on Katie’s, so he wouldn’t check out his own daughter. “Hi, son, how are you doing?” He asked, now focusing all his attention on me with his hand out, looking to shake hands.

“Awe, thanks, Dad,” she smiled.

“Hi Dad, I’m doing great,” I said as I extended my hand to him and shook his hand firmly.

As dinner wore on, we had several glasses of wine, and we’re all feeling the effects of the Red Cabernet Sauvignon. Our parents had spoken to us all night long like we had grown up and had left home years ago. It was way different but nice. The man who could barely speak to me had changed his whole attitude towards me. Ever since that fateful night Lucas came over, it’s been a complete 180. It was great to have him act like a normal dad. During the dinner, we had all agreed to go dancing afterward. I didn’t know how to feel about partying with our parents. I knew we had two full weeks left, but tonight I really wanted my sister all to myself.

As we saw the entrance to the club, we already had more alcohol in us than the legal limit to drive. But, seeing the LED lights flash into the hallway to the beat of the music made our pace speed up a little. You could feel the bass hitting harder and harder below our feet as we walked closer to the door. This is great, I thought, our parents won’t make it long in here.

“Good evening, and welcome to the best party on the island. Please, come in.” The gentleman spoke in a broad Jamaican accent.

I continued to feel very apprehensive with our parents in tow. Katie had become more and more aggressive ever since the fateful night Lucas made his appearance. Her boldness kept me on edge and was making me extremely nervous. Everyone other than our parents that saw us automatically assumed we were a couple. They had even made complements, “What a lovely couple,” one time. “Cherish her young man; she’s a keeper,” on a separate occasion, an older gentleman said. Both times we were just sitting there, not even holding hands or anything. I was worried, would our parents start to see what everyone else apparently saw?

As we entered the club, my father’s eyes squinted as if he was looking into the sun. The music was loud, almost deafening. Even I was even wondering if I would have any hearing left at the end of the night. But watching my mother and sister act as if nothing was happening made my father and I suck it up. We finally made our way through the crowd of dancing people and unscathed as we reached the bar. Even though we had to stop and wait a couple of times so my mom and sister could dance for just a second.

“What can I get you?” The bartender yelled.

I slid up to the bar, “can I get four Island dreams?” I asked at the same volume.

“Coming, right up,” He shot back.

“What’s that?” my mother asked.

“We had them on the beach earlier today. They were delicious.” Katie spoke up.

It was cool but very different to see them cutting loose and having a good time. They were always so strict every time we went on vacation. Constantly questioning us, where are you going? Who’s going to be there? Who are their parents? It was a constant battle. But, now they were laid back and enjoying their vacation. After ordering our drinks, I had placed my back to the bar to hold our spot until they had arrived. While waiting for our drinks to come, my mother had her ass mashed and grinding into my father’s crotch as she danced to the hip-hop music. It had my heart racing a hundred miles an hour as she took her cue from my sister. Who was grinding her perfectly round ass into my now semi hard cock. Both girls were smiling and having a wonderful time. My father and I were both stiff as a board and not moving. With my mother continuing to copy Katie’s every move, the more I began to sweat. Finally, the music slowed, and even more people lined up to the bar. There was just enough room for Katie to slowly slide up and down as she ground and rolled her ass into my now rock hard cock.

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(This is my effort here on Literotica, though I have been writing for many years. If you find the content offensive, please do not read. I’d really like feed back, good and bad as this will determine, weather or not, I will continue the story)

I was tired. ‘Dog-tired’, as the saying goes. The warm water coursed down my body soothing away some of the aches and pains of a thirteen hour flight from Sydney. Twenty-six hours of flying for a 3 hour meeting, 3 hours of waiting at the airport for my return flight, and two hours of traffic on the 405 back to my home in Huntington Beach. At the moment, I was feeling every one of my 42 years old.

I finished my shower and toweled off. Looking at my watch I saw that it was just past 9:00 o’clock. Was it a.m. or p.m.? My head was too foggy to know from the time change and travel. Wiping the steam from the mirror I looked at my reflection. Wearily I shaved and brushed my teeth thinking all the time about how good my bed was going to feel when I finally dropped myself into it. For 42 I was still in pretty decent shape. Granted I didn’t have the lean toned body I once had but I was in better shape physically than many men my age.

Setting my tooth-brush back on the counter I picked up the silver framed photo sitting nearby. My wife of 17 years, Amanda, looked back at me smiling, her arms wrapped around our daughter, Mandy on her 13th birthday. Both were giggling. I had taken the photo that day years ago and had never been happier. I thought it would last forever. Forever turned out to be just hours. The photo was the last I had of Amanda.

Two days after Mandy’s birthday her mother collapsed in our kitchen having suffered a massive stroke. It had happened about 10:00 o’clock in the morning while Mandy was at school and I was at work. When my daughter called me at 3:30 saying that she hadn’t been picked-up, and her Mom wasn’t answering the phone, I knew there was something wrong. Something was so very wrong. She was only 36 when she had died. I felt guilt when this happened. I still felt it all these years later though the doctors told me had I been there, the moment it happened, and gotten her to the hospital with haste, there still would have been nothing they could have done to save her.

That first year had been hard. I didn’t know how to handle or deal with a teenaged girl. I admit freely I wasn’t a very good father during that period either. I worked many hours and I was angry. At 36 I was a widower and a single father to a budding teenaged girl. We battled! Oh lord how we battled that first year. It was hard on us both but eventually we had called a quiet truce. And over the last few years we’d become more than just father and daughter. We’d become friends. I taught her to golf, she taught me to be cool, or so she thought. Hell, I’d always been cool. She just didn’t know it.

As of late though, she seemed to change. Her demeanor was different on a day to day basis. I assumed it was just the adjustment from high school to college. The stress of growing up.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into my bedroom. I was surprised to find Mandy sitting there looking at me crossed legged on the bed, looking so very much like her Mother. In fact, my wife used to sit the same way waiting for me to finish my shower after a business trip in a faded UCLA Bruins T-shirt.

I felt a yearning deep in my soul and it made my heart ache again like it hadn’t ached for some time now.

At 5’2″, and roughly 125 lbs, Mandy was an exact replica of her mother at that same age when she and I first met. We were both in our 1st year at UCLA at the time and my mind flashed back to that very first meeting….

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It was a Saturday night in November of 1984. The Bruins had just defeated cross town rival USC. USC had already clinched the PAC-10 title and was going to the Rose Bowl. It made the win that much sweeter for our school. It was the 3rd year in a row we had beaten the mighty Trojans!

I was eighteen and pretty drunk when I bumped into a tiny wisp of girl with blonde curls cascading well past her shoulders. I spilled half of my beer right down the front of her Bruins t-shirt.

“You fucking idiot this is a brand new shirt,” she screamed at me over Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf.’

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Looking back now I have to laugh. It was a rather inauspicious first meeting with the woman who would become my wife a year later the mother to my only child 5 years later and the only woman I had ever been to bed with.

I was a virgin as was Amanda when we met. In the six years she’d been gone I hadn’t wanted or gaziantep escort telefonları even considered taking another woman to bed.

“Hi Daddy,” Mandy said with a sigh. Her breasts heaved slightly and were accentuated by the same faded UCLA Bruins T-shirt that I had spilled beer on when I was a freshman in college. That T-shirt brought back many memories of her mother. She’d worn it on our first date. It was the first shirt I had taken off Amanda to reveal her beautiful breasts. She’d worn that shirt and nothing else the whole next day as we made love again and again in my apartment.

Mandy’s tanned legs and smooth round thighs stuck out from under her short skirt. Sitting like she was a substantial amount of her skin was visible to me and I felt a stirring in my groin that I was knew was wrong. Her thick blonde hair fell in curls around her shoulders.

She looked so much like her mother.

In the past couple of months I had been noticing more and more how much like her mother she really was. How she walked… talked… flipped her hair out her eyes… chewed on her bottom lip when she was feeling pensive about something. All reminded me so much of my dear Amanda.

“Hi baby,” I said, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Is there something wrong?”

She turned her face away and drew a deep breath. Her breasts were impossible to ignore in the faded paper-thin baby blue t-shirt with the Gold nearly impossible now to see UCLA letters stretched across them. Of late, she’d taken to wearing the shirt on what seemed a daily basis. I never asked her how she got her hands on it or where she had even found.

When she faced me, I could see tears in her eyes.

“What is it honey? Talk to Daddy.”

After what seemed an eternity of silence she spoke. Even her voice sounded like her mother and my heartache.

“It’s been six years Daddy,” she began poignantly her voice soft. “Six years today,” she paused, and then continued in a more rushed voice, “I just miss her so much. There are so many things I feel like I have missed out on not having a mother. So many things she hadn’t taught me that I need to learn.”

“Hey,” I said, with a slight laugh trying to bring a smile to my beautiful daughters face, “what? Your old man is chopped liver? Haven’t I taught you some good things?”

I knew full well what today’s date was and I had tried to put it out of my mind. Losing the love of your life is not something you get over. It is something you learn to live with. After six years I still had a hard time trying to live without my wife.

“Oh daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound like you haven’t been there. You have. You are the best Dad ever. But teaching me how to hit out of a sand trap isn’t exactly what I meant.” She tried not to smile as she said that last bit but did in spite of herself.

Her smile faded as quickly as it had come. She looked at me very intently her eyes boring into mine. Her mother’s eyes.

“Daddy?” she began, “Was Mom a good lover?”

I have to admit I was a little surprised by the question but I answered without hesitation.

“Yes, honey she was.”

“Why?”

I guess I had never thought about exactly WHY my wife had been such an amazing lover. We had been each others first and only sexual partners (well, sort of, but that is a story for another time). Was it because I didn’t know any different? Was it her willingness and openness to experimenting with new things, positions, and sexual games?

“Well…..” I hesitated not really sure how to answer. Not really sure why my daughter was asking this question of me.”

“Well?” she questioned. Impatiently. “Well, what?”

“It’s hard to explain why someone is a good lover honey…”

“I don’t care somebody, daddy. I want to know if mom a good lover? What made her good? What did she do that made her good? You guys were eighteen when you two met. Did you teach her how to be a good lover? I mean I’m sure you both had experiences before meeting each other, right?”

Her questions came at me in a rush and I didn’t know how to answer her. “Whoa, baby! Hold on, slow down! Where’s this coming from Manda.” The words came out of my throat harshly. I didn’t mean them to be or sound, harsh and she didn’t seem to notice I called her Manda (like I use to call her Mom) as opposed to Mandy.

“Please Daddy,” My daughter pleaded with me, her eyes smoldered and they pierced my heart. “I need to know.”

“Where is this coming from Mandy?” I asked again softer this time though she didn’t seem to hear me.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset.” Tears welled escort gaziantep telefonları in her eyes and she started to rise from her sitting position.

Gently, I reached out to her to keep her seated. “No, I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’ll answer your questions,” I shrugged, “you just….I guess…. kind of caught me off guard.”

I tried to ignore the fact that I was sitting there with nothing more than a towel wrapped around my waist as I tried to gather my thoughts to answer my baby’s questions.

Slowly, the words formed in my brain and made their way to my lips, my mind drifting with memories of the feel and the touch of my wife. Of how her lips tasted against mine. How her body would melt into mine as I would slide into her. How her inner most core tasted on my lips. I will always remember her taste. Sweeter than the sweetest taste I could have ever imagine.

“There are a lot of reasons why your mother was a good lover honey. We were always open and I guess open-minded about sex. It was the 80’s and there was a lot of stuff going on. We were both virgins when we met…”

“Wait! WHAT?”

“What?” I asked momentarily coming out of my revere.

“You were BOTH virgins?” Mandy asked, in a shocked voice.

I nodded with a half smile. “Yes,” I answered, “we were.”

“Oh my god,” Mandy said in shocked voice.

“What? We were eighteen. Freshman. We were kids.”

“Well yeah Daddy, I know that. But Nana and Papa always talk about when you were in high school and all the girls you dated and….”

“Yes?”

“You never did it with anyone?”

“No. Not one of them. There has only your mother. She’s been the only one… ever” I emphasized, the last bit.

Shock, wonder, amazement all played across her face. “The only one, Daddy? Really? You mean…”

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “Manda was the only one. Ever.” Again, I emphasized the word EVER.

“So you haven’t….uh…..ya know…” she stammered, seeming a little embarrassed.

“No honey,” I said, looking directly into her eyes. “I have not made love to another woman since your Mother died.”

I couldn’t tell if I saw respect in her eyes from my statement or sadness. Truth of it was there was no other woman in the world I could ever want but Manda Yes, there had been a few dates here in there in the last five years, or so. There had been a few propositions in hotel bars from women while on business trips out of town. But no woman, no matter how beautiful, intelligent or sexy they might be, could ever match up to my Manda.

“Not even a blow job?”

“Mandy!” I said, in the ‘shocked father voice’ I am sure every man, with a daughter (who ever heard those words come out of his daughters mouth) gets.

She giggled then held her hands over her mouth as she did so. This too was something her Mother would do when she said something someone would deem, well, naughty. Her laughter though was contagious and I began to chuckle too. To an outsider I am sure it would seem very odd maybe inappropriate for a father sitting in his bedroom in just a towel laughing with is teenage daughter over the fact that he hadn’t had a hummer in 6 years.

Little by little our laughter subsided and my beautiful daughter smiled at me. Her mother’s smile.

I felt a stirring under the towel and shifted slightly under her gaze.

“I’m surprised Daddy. Honestly I am. I never thought about it really but I just always assumed you were” she hesitated searching for the right words.

“Getting some?” I said with another chuckle.

“Well, yeah. You know all my friends are always telling me how hot they think you are. I mean it shouldn’t be hard for you to find someone to have sex with. I’ll bet half the women in this neighborhood would line up outside your bedroom door here if you opened yourself up for business,” she giggled.

“Maybe sweetie. But I’m not open for business, as you so delicately put it.” I responded to her. “There is no one,” I began, “who’s like your mother.” I stated. Though sitting here, looking at my precious daughter, I knew that statement not to be true. “There is no one who could ever replace her.”

Mandy’s look turned serious then and she asked, “Why Daddy?”

My thoughts turned back again to Manda and I began to speak.

“Your mother was beautiful in everyway. Her looks, her body, everything was perfect. But it was so much more than that. It was the passion in her eyes when we made love the touch of her hands on my body. It was the feel of her skin under my hands against my skin. How she kissed,” my eyes closed gaziantep escort bayan telefonları and I could almost feel her lips against mine again.

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I could see her, standing there in front of me then. I remember the day so clearly it was a Friday and Mandy would be turning 13 the next day. I’d come home from work at my usual time and there she was at the foot of the steps. Like so many other times, she wore her faded Bruins t-shirt. The only other accessory this time though was a sexy pair of ‘clear heels’ I had bought Amanda for her birthday, and a she was wearing a tiny lace thong that I knew would barely cover her mound. “Mandy is having dinner with my parents tonight and staying the night there since they can’t be at her birthday party tomorrow. We have the house to ourselves.”

She turned from me then and started up the stairs. My eyes watched her ass shift from side to side as she shimmied her way up the stairs. Half-way to the top she stopped and looked at me her green eyes smoldering with passion. “Are you coming?”

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“She kissed me like…I don’t know…like no one else has ever kissed me, before or after. She loved to kiss. She could spend hours just kissing.” My voice was husky and I could feel my cock growing hard at the memory. If I could have stood right then and put some jeans on me, I would have. If I had there would have been no hiding my erection from my daughter. Fortunately, my seated position and the towel kept my erect cock from being noticeable to my daughter

“I’ll bet you couldn’t though could you Daddy?” Mandy said with a slightly wicked laugh.

“Couldn’t what?

“Just kiss for hours and hours,” she said to me teasingly

I laughed.

“It wasn’t always easy, but it sure was worth it once she was ready to move from kissing to, uh…” I paused and chuckled, “uh, other things”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” I nodded smiling. “Other things.”

“How did she kiss you Daddy that it made it so amazing?”

I struggled for the right words to explain. How do you tell your daughter that all it took was a tiny kiss from her mother to make me rock hard and ready to take her? How do you explain the soft, yet firmness of perfect lips? Lips that were exactly like the ones I now looked at attached to a young woman who was created from what started as a simple good night kiss.

“It’s hard to explain really, Manda.” I again slipped, calling my daughter by my wife’s name. This time, she did notice.

My eyes met my daughters then. Slowly she lowered her eyes and said quietly, “Show me Daddy.”

I sat there dumbfounded. Did my daughter, so much like her mother in everyway I could see, just ask me to show her how her mother used to kiss me? I shook my head, trying to clear my head. The jet lag was getting to me. The hot shower. The beauty of my wife looking at me wide eyed in the form of my daughter. Her green-eyes carried the same sensually smoky look her mother’s eyes had so often given me.

“Baby, I Ca…”

She leaned forward and placed her finger against my lips. “Yes, Daddy. You can. I want you to. I want you to kiss me and teach me how to kiss you, like she used to kiss you.”

She rose from her seated position and shifted to her knees, kneeling in front of me.

Slowly she leaned in towards me. Time stood still. I was eighteen again and Manda was leaning in to kiss me at the end of our first date. That first kiss, there at the door of her dorm room, had led to us quickly walking practically running back to my car and driving to my apartment. Within minutes of arriving there we tore at each others clothing and would spend the next 48 hours making love in every conceivable position we could think of. I wanted her. I wanted her like I have never wanted anything or anyone. I wanted my… My daughter! I wanted my daughter.

My brain screamed at me how wrong this was my protest however was a feeble one.

“You’re my Daughter Mandy,” I said weekly.

“Did mommy kiss you like this Daddy?”

She pressed her lips to mine then. They were soft, so very, very soft and so very much like her mother’s lips. Pressing her moist slightly parted lips to mine I could feel my partially erect cock spring to its’ full length and girth. I groaned with the strain I felt deep inside me.

Her right hand had moved to my cheek and I could feel her soft of palm against the freshly shaved skin and her lips moved against mine.

My heart pounded as if it were going to explode from my chest. I could almost feel the movement of my blood as it entered my cock and made it harder still. It strained against the confining cotton of the towel. The softness tickled the tip and sensitive rim around the engorged head.

As Mandy’s tongue slipped into my mouth searching for mine, my head reeled. I was kissing my wife again. I could feel her. I could taste. My heart, my soul, my cock screamed out to me to take her. To make her mine, once again, like I had so many years ago…

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My name is Bharath, and I am a 20-year-old guy. My summer break was going on. So like every day, I had woken up and had gone to play cricket with my friends. But it got very hot, really soon. So around 10:30 am I decided to go home and get some rest.

As I entered home, I saw no one. So I thought my mom, Pooja, a school teacher and looks very much like Tisca Chopra, the actress, had left for her school. She had just celebrated her 41st birthday this year and was still in her prime age, looking like a damsel.

I didn’t see my brother Chetan either. I thought he must have also gone to play with his friends. So I walked towards our shared room and opened the door. But what I saw had shocked me for a moment. Chetan, who was around 19 years old, was sitting in a chair with his shorts pulled down to his ankles.

His hard cock was in his hand, which he was slowly stroking, looking at the laptop. I understood that he was watching porn. Being a studious student, I did not expect this from him. Chetan, who suddenly realized I entered the room, looked at me and was almost in tears.

He closed the laptop and pulled up his shorts and started saying, “I am very sorry bhaiyya (brother), I thought you went out. Please, bhaiyya, don’t tell this to mom. I will be screwed.”

Listening to this, I burst into laughter. I moved closer to him and sat next to him on the bed. I opened the laptop to see what he was watching. I said, “Don’t worry, Chetan. I will definitely not tell mom. It’s common to jerk off at this age. You don’t have to be so embarrassed.”

Listening to this, Chetan calmed down a bit. As I opened the laptop, I saw he was watching some low-quality MMS videos. I jokingly gaziantep escort reklamları said, “It looks like you like MMS videos.” Listening to this, he turned a little red. I asked him if he knows how to clear the browser history to which he nodded no.

I asked him what if mom found about it through browser history to which he had no answer. Then while showing him, I proceeded to clear the recent browser history so that my mom wouldn’t doubt.

I said, “You got to be more careful from next time, Chetan. There are a lot of ways you can get caught. Have you seen any porn before?” He replied that he saw some small clips on his friend’s phones but never on the internet.

Then I told him watching porn on the internet is a little risky as mom might catch him. I proceeded to show him a secret folder on the laptop. On opening the folder, there were various subfolders which had hundreds of video clips. My brother was shocked and asked me what they were.

I replied, “It’s my porn collection of 2 years.” After hearing this, he got a little bit comfortable thinking that his brother is also not very different. I asked him what kind of porn does he like. He replied that he doesn’t really know as he was very new to it.

I took the liberty to play a video from the ‘myfav’ folder and told him it was one of my all-time favorites. He started looking at the laptop keenly as the video started playing. The video was of some newlywed couple’s honeymoon sexcapades.

The girl in the video was very hot and was one reason I like the video. It starts with the guy slowly undressing the girl wearing a saree as if it was gaziantep escort bayan reklamları their first night. While kissing her on the lips, he slowly removes her pallu first. Then he unhooks her blouse and removes it.

Next, he makes the girl stand up and removes the rest of her sari and petticoat. Now she was standing there just in her bra and panty. He immediately removes his clothes and hugs the girl very tightly to which she responds the same way.

Then he pushes her on to the bed and starts kissing her from the legs, slowly making his way upwards. He reaches to her pussy where he slowly kisses her panty and immediately pulls it down to her ankles. Then he continues to kiss her on her pussy.

He slowly inserts his tongue into her pussy, licking it like there is no tomorrow. Then he places both his hands on her boobs and squeezes them tight. She lets out a sigh with pain, but he continues to squeeze them. After a couple of minutes of squeezing and licking, he gets his face up from the pussy.

He gives a liplock to the girl letting her taste her juices. He removes her bra, exposing some of the best milky-white boobs I have ever seen in over 200 videos. The girl who was now completely naked looks much hotter than most of the Bollywood and the porn actresses.

The fact that this was not a porn movie, but a homemade one makes it even hotter. I observed that Chetan started getting a little uncomfortable with his again hardened cock in his shorts. So I told him, “Let the rod free, Chetan. It needs some air.”

He replied, “But how can I do it in front of you, bhaiyya.” Then I asked him escort gaziantep reklamları if he never removed it in front of his friends. Listening to this gets him a little shocked.

Then I again burst into laughter and said, “You have to learn a lot, my boy. When I watch porn with my friends, all of us have our cocks out and stroking them and sharing what all we want to do with girls in the video.” After this, he got a little courage and got his cock out and started rubbing it hard.

In the video, the guy continues sucking the 36 size boobs of the girl, which turn red now with all the sucking. He slowly inserts his finger into her pussy. She lets out a big moan with pleasure. He goes on to finger her for a while, which leads her to climax and leak her juices.

He gets his face near her pussy and starts licking all the juices. Now she can’t bear any longer and asks him to fuck her hard. He gladly obeys and inserts his cock into her pussy and starts stroking slowly. She commands him to go faster. He gladly accepts, and within a few minutes, both of them cum together.

Looking at this, even Chetan reached his climax and rushed to the bathroom to clean himself. The video was 40 minutes long, and we were still at 10 minutes mark. The couple explores various positions like doggy style, fucking the ass, 69 position, and many more.

Also, they have sex in various places like the bathroom, balcony, and kitchen. The best part was the girl gets ready in so many cute dresses and all. We were continuing the video when my brother had cum for the second time at 25 minutes mark.

Finally, even I ended up reaching my climax at 35 minutes mark. After cleaning myself in the bathroom, I came out. I told my brother that I must have seen this video atleast 20 times, and I never reached the end of it. My brother replied that it was a very good video.

Since it was time that my mother might return, we closed the laptop. We went to the hall to watch TV. I told Chetan to first watch all the videos in the ‘myfav’ folder whenever he wants to watch porn, to which he obliged. It was our brother’s bond.

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*school bell rings*

“Hey Jessica do you wanna hang out today?”

“Oh sorry Sarah, I can’t. My dad n I are having a father daughter thing so….maybe Tuesday?”

“Sure, call me.”

“Ok, I will.”

My mom normally gets me from school, but she’s visiting her side of the family for the holidays. Since my dads side has all passed, he’s got me for winter break while my mom’s away. I’m pretty excited; I always have fun when I’m with my Dad. I wonder if anything’s going to be different since I turned 18 a few days ago.

*car horn honking*

Looking both ways up and down the street, I dart across to my dads black suburban and hop in.

“Hey Dad, thank God you have the heater on, I know how you like the cold.”

“Well hello to you too sweetie.”

“So what’re we gunna do for the three weeks I have off?”

“You’ll see, I’ve got lots planned” my dad replies.

As we pulled into the drive way I noticed dad wasn’t wearing his ring. My parents have been divorced for several months but I never thought he’d take it off just yet. As we got in the house, I took off my coat, my dad did the same.

“I’m gunna watch some news before I put the movie in.”

“Ok cool, I’m just gunna shower first.”

When I run up the stairs I get that old familiar feeling. The feeling where my lips are sliding together and my underwear is clinging to me right between my slit. Oh gosh, I haven’t been this wet in months. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my Dad; I had forgotten how handsome he was. His name was Jack, he was 6’1″, green eyes, shaved head, strong shoulders and arms, no 6 pack but no beer belly either, with a killer warm smile. That’s my dad for ya.

I got to my room and went to see if my batteries were still good in my vibrator… *buzz …..zzzZZZZ* yup, still good. I quickly got undressed, and stopped myself when I passed the mirror to my door. I turned to face it, dropped my towel and toy, and stared for a bit. I gave myself a once and twice over glance…then began to study my body, all 5’8” of me. I focused on my full medium length hair, dirty blonde and how it draped around the tops of my shoulders. Then down to my soft arms and delicate hands. Nicely decorated with pale pink nail polish.

Then I glance over my chest, full 38in C cups with big pink areolas, with tiny knobby nipples. I move down to my waist, 35in to be exact. I glide my palms over my ribs and squeeze in tight on my waist. It makes me think of being bound, which I have yet to be. I release and then move down to my 48in wide, soft hips, and round ass. An ass I’ve been told is very spank-able. I personally love it when I feel the sting of the smack and my cheeks become bright red and flushed with blood. Almost so sensitive it hurts to sit the next day. Then I look over my thick, shapely thighs, and strong calves. I turn to the side and take in my silhouette, giving myself a once over. Then I remember the shower.

I grabbed the towel and ran for the shower with vibe in hand. The water felt so good. It was super cold outside. My toes hurt when the hot water flowed down my body. After standing under the stream for a few minutes, I reached out from the shower curtain and grabbed my turquoise g spot vibe. Long and slender with a tilted bulbous head. I begin caressing my body, dragging my finger tips along my neck, down to my left breast, and pinching the nipple. I bite my lip from the sting, getting hotter with each gallon of water that passes over my body.

I turn on my vibe in my right hand, on the low setting. I begin running it over my nipples and down my tummy, and begin rubbing along my slit, and push it between my lips so it hits my clit. I jump when it does. I lift up my left leg to make a 125 degree angle and place it on the shower wall in front of me. Doing so opens me up, my legs open, my lips open, wide. Hungry for pleasure. I position the head of the toy right above my clit; I begin to ride my toy.

I gaziantep escort numaraları let the warm water cascade over me and I slip the head inside me, my muscles clench around it when the thought of me being pleased by my father slips inside my head. This does happen quite often. He’s the man I’ve always wanted. Sexy, strong, protective…all I have to do is think of him and I’m turned on. As I’m picturing him in front of me in the shower, I begin to pump my toy in and out of me, a little harder with each thrust. I picture my Daddy instead of my toy, pumping in and out of me harder and faster. A few minutes go by and I’m ready to cum. But I stop myself right on the brink and put the toy aside.

I finish up my shower and get dressed to go downstairs. I pass through the kitchen arch way in my pink slippers, red flannel draw string pants, and a tight white tank. I wanted to look good for my dad so I skipped on the bra. “Hey dad” I said as I walked passed him to get a glass of water. I walked to the living room and got under the thick heavy blanket on the couch and got all snugly. Still creamy from my shower I clenched my legs together when I got comfy and accidentally let out a soft moan.

“Are you ok?” my dad asks

“Oh ya…I’m fine”

My dad finally came and sat next to me after the popcorn was made.

“So…What’re we watchin’?” I say with a smile.

“Just some old horror flick” he replies

“Ok cool”

I pulled back the blanket so Dad could get in, he let me lay on him and cuddle up on his right arm before he pressed play. The movie was the original Halloween, with the soundtrack on loud. As the movie played, all I could think about was how wet I still was. I grabbed for my dads hand during the scary scenes. Every now and then I’d accidentally brush against his crotch when I jumped. It was getting late and, I was becoming tired. I lowered my head to my Dads lap and drifted to sleep.

Apparently I slept through the whole movie because I woke up in my bed the next morning. I got up, went down stairs and found my dad making breakfast. My favorite, french toast n powdered sugar.

“Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”

“Uhm that’s fine, take a seat…there’s something I wanna talk to you ’bout”

I thought it was odd, but did as I was told and hoped it wasn’t anything bad. He handed me my breakfast and some OJ. I sat there eating curious beyond belief about what he had to talk to me about. He sat there, drinking coffee. As I was cutting up my french toast he asks me

“Do you remember what happened last night?”

To which I responded, “I remember us watching Halloween and then I passed out before it was over. Oh by the way, thanks for taking me upstairs to bed”

The next few words came to a bit of a shock.

“Jess, when you fell asleep, you began…moaning” A long pause happened. “Moaning and touching yourself…”

My cheeks became so red and flushed; I could feel my face getting hot. So many thoughts began racing through my head that I forgot to chew the rest of the french toast that was in my mouth. Dad wasn’t done talking though.

“…and saying…Daddy. Oh Daddy, yes…upon other things.” I bashfully look up at him with worry in my eye.

“How long have you been having thoughts like this?” he asks

“Truth?”

“Always” he said.

“For a few years.”

Then I ramble on. “I’m sorry dad it’s just that….I’ve always thought you were so sexy….and I don’t know why mom divorced you and I’m sorry I don’t know what to say, I’m so embarrassed, are you mad? I’m sorry dad. It’s just that…etc” And so on I ramble, my dads worried face began to soften, and before long I was out of words. I put my hands back on the table to try and finish my breakfast; I could only take one more bite before I tried to leave the table. I was almost out of the kitchen arch way when he said…

“Wait”.

I gaziantep escort bayan numaraları stood there gulping my food down in embarrassment and turned around slowly. Standing there with my hands behind my back and my feet pressed together. Waiting for his words, He gets up and walks towards me, stands in front of me and lifts my head up by my chin and looks me in the eye “go up stairs to your room and wait for me”.

Puzzled, I do as I’m told without a word said. I went up stairs and sat in the middle of my bed. Twenty minutes go by and I have no clue what to think, except I think I’m in trouble.

“Are you thirsty? Do you want water?” He yells from downstairs.

“Uh ya sure, thanks” I quickly reply.

A few minutes later he comes up stairs with two glasses of water in hand and my toy that I stupidly left in the shower. Again, I’m beet red embarrassed. I bring my palm to my face and pull my knees to my chest.

“Are there any other toys that you have that I should know about?” he asks.

I reluctantly remove my right hand from my face and point to the bottom drawer on my night stand. I gasp as I see him lean forward and reach to open it. The sound of wood sliding against wood as he opens the drawer, gives me chills. There it is my black box.

He pulls it out and sets it between us. I look at him with a questionable and worried look on my face. He opens my box and puts the top on the floor. He snoops around inside and finds a variety of items. He dumps the box out onto my white comforter, and there lies my exposed, pleasure chest if you will.

My box entails, some black nylon rope, black blindfolds, a black ball gag with holes in it to be able to breathe, three dice with words written on all sides. As well as clothes pins, tons of different sized batteries, and my two of the three vibrators. There’s the turquoise one that my dad brought in, and my silver bullet with a clear, very knobby sleeve, with a remote to it with eight speeds. I can barely get to 5 without cumming. Last but not least, my anal probe, its purple and the shaft gradually gets bigger, going towards the base, five inches long. They all vibrate.

There we are, sitting and staring at my toys. I wait in anticipation of what will happen next. As seconds pass, my dad asks me to show him what I do with the toys.

I’m in shock, frozen there for a minute, my dad continues to say, “come on, show me”. So I do as I’m told.

So I take what I normally use, all three toys and move everything else out of the way. So I then scoot myself towards the head of my bed and surround myself with pillows. I sit there, knees bent up with a bit of butterflies going on inside.

I stare at him, then I lift myself up to lower my pants and boy short underwear, to my ankles n then lift up my feet and look at him to remove my bottoms. I shudder as I lower my feet to the bed. I look down and take a deep breath in before I realize what’s going to happen, my fantasy. I open my knees, and spread them wide, almost to where it starts to hurt my inner thighs. I begin.

I begin with letting my hands caress my body, rubbing my thighs and chest with a bit of quiver in my hands. I pinch my nipples hard, and then lick my finger tips to wet them. I blow on my nipples making them stand with the breeze. As I grab my bullet toy, I then spread my lips open, and lay the toy on my clit and then wrap my lips around it. I turn it on, one click to start. Then I turn on my turquoise toy on low, then set it at the opening of my pussy and just let the blood flow to it. Then I grab the purple toy, and realize I’m out of lube.

I lay my head back onto the wall and look at my dad. I muster the courage to say, “I’m out of lube dad…” He then jumps up like a spring and heads out of my room, he then comes back with a tiny bottle of it, vanilla flavored by the way.

I escort gaziantep numaraları blush n say “thanks dad, can you help me?”

I close my knees, grasp the toy and turn over so my ass is sticking in the air and I turn my head to face my dad.

“Can you squeeze a little on my asshole?” I wait anxiously for the answer.

“Yes.” He leans over and spread my cheeks a little, I inhale fast and grab the sheets as I feel the drops hit my skin and then spread out.

I swallow the spit that’s collected in my mouth from the excitement and turn on the purple toy and place the tip at the entrance of my asshole. I let the vibration wake up my nerves for what’s about to happen. I slowly push the toy in and out, centimeter by centimeter. In the process of turning over, my turquoise toy fell onto the comforter. As I reached for my remote, I asked my dad if he would help me please myself.

He picked up the bulbous headed toy and got into position, I spread my legs for him and held my bullet on my clit and clicked the button two more times. I let out a few moans and let my breath become heavy. All while my dad sat there, staring at his baby girl pleasing herself for him. Holding the toy on her clit, and the other fucking her big ass, all for him.

Meanwhile I am yearning for him to put the toy inside me, I clear my throat… “Daddy… can you put the toy in me?” I turn my head and look in the mirror on my dresser, and look at our reflections. As I do that, he slowly slides the toy in and turns up the intensity. I clench and quiver in different spots all over my body, closing and holding my eyes tight. My breathing becomes un-even and even more heavy. I open my eyes as he angles the toy to hit my g-spot every time he pushes it in and pulls it out.

I moan loudly “oooh fuck Daddy….oooh, toy fuck your little girl. Mmmmm. Oh yaaa. Uhhh uhhh”

In doing so, I push my purple toy further into my puckered asshole, passing the muscles, and turning the knob to just under high. Then I click the button on my bullet vibe, 2 more times and maneuver my lips to spread and get the toy on just the right spot. My clit is completely swollen and full of blood. Yet my clit is still covered by its hood.

I set two of the knobs on the sleeve of the toy, on either side of my clit and push down. I’m dripping wet and almost too slippery. I get a good grip and pull my lips up, so the skin on and around my clit is taught. Mean while my asshole is getting a good, deep fucking, while my daddy pleases my… his pussy. I’m near an orgasm. I feel my feet get tingly, my calves and thighs clenching, my breath becoming short and quick.

“I’m gunna cum” I say aloud.

My dad quickens his pace and turns both toys on high for me. My dad keeps the head of the toy just behind the entrance of my pussy; I inhale quickly, and inhale quickly again.

“Oh God Daddy. I’m gunna cum, don’t stop d…on..t sto….p. Mmmm”

I let out my breath and inhale quickly once more. While my calves shoot up to meet my thighs in a tight squeeze, I click the bullet up once more. I involuntarily begin shaking.

“Don’t move!” I scream, and I allow my body to ride the brink of the orgasm just to the peak.

The entrance of my pussy clenches and releases the head of the toy over and over again, all while I hold my breath and lose feelings in my legs. I like to push myself to enjoy the orgasm longer each time I cum. This time, I almost faint and scream “pull out, pull out, pull out” in a long winded exhale. I collapse.

Thankfully my dad turns off the toys. He covers me with the furry blanket that got pushed to the foot of my bed and lays next to me. I lay there, eyes closed; still breathing fairly heavy and still enjoying the minor orgasm waves that flow through my body.

“Dad… why’d you make me do that?” I ask.

He responds with “I’ve wanted to please you one way or another, since you became a teenager. I’ve been patiently waiting until you turned 18.”

“Really?”

“Yes”

With that, my dad pulls me close and kisses my forehead, nose, and then lips. He allows me to fall asleep in his arms. Hours go by and I’m awakened by fingers caressing my pussy. It’s 3:20 am. I open my eyes and the light from the street lights shine through my window, just enough light to see that it’s him. My dad.

“I’m not done with you yet…” He says.

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Roller Coaster Ride

There is no sex involving minors. I edit my own work, so am responsible for the errors you have to endure. Chapter 9 ended following the NYE orgies on the Guadalupe River; probably need to read that one before this one. Here’s the ending of that chapter.

“Britt hops out of bed and runs over to me as I start to open the other door and in a very serious voice tells me quietly “Tim, I hate to even say this, but don’t have any physical contact with Katy until she’s been checked for STDs. I don’t know those assholes that were with Malcom, but I’ve seen them with him at the club where he’s a bouncer on weekends.

“I was singing there about a month ago and on break I heard them talking about all of them all getting a STD from ‘some skanky crackhead waitress’ at the club. Malcom said it was worth it because the video got another 25 members on their website. Then they started hitting on me! Can you believe that? I told them no thanks, since they were just talking about their STDs.

The other girls at the club say he’s a sadistic bastard and to stay away from him, so I don’t even play that club anymore. I think all three of them had pregnant wives at the time, but at least one has had a baby recently, from what I heard.”

I thank her, give her another soft, sweet kiss, tell her I’ll see her in a few minutes, and open the door to the other room to find Joyce spooning Audrey. I walk over and kiss each of them, and tell them “Thank you!” Audrey replies “No, thank you! That was the best start to a New Year I’ve ever had!” Joyce echoes “me too!”

Chapter 10: The Aftermath

I start to the meeting room where we are supposed to have a buffet brunch. I wonder if my loving wife will be there, or if she’s getting breakfast in bed. I should be furious at her, especially after what Britt just told me, but I’m just resolute. She had her fun with her friends, but I’m absolutely positive her fun didn’t match up to mine!

She wants to play; I’ll show her how to play! Or I’ll divorce her ass and we can play full time!

I turn the corner just as the four married band members enter, and hear them talking about their wives still being in bed. They turn right to the buffet, but as I enter behind them I see a cluster that includes Malcom gathered around a table toward the back, and away from the food.

They are all facing away from me, seemingly looking at something. I slip around the tables quietly and approach from the back, stopping far enough away to not be seen or felt, but close enough to hear. I set my iPhone to video and prop it up on the table with a napkin dispenser to record what’s happening and what’s coming.

“God damn! That is one fine piece of ass! She is going to make us a lot of money, boys!” says Malcom loudly. I see now that it’s the three frat rats and the two young band members. Blonde frat rat Terry exclaims, “Damn it Malcom, what the fuck were you thinking rubbing coke on her gums while I’m filming? And then later you inject her with something on fuckin’ camera! What the fuck was that? We could end up in prison, you dumbass!”

“Oh, come on man, you can edit that shit out when you get it ready for the website” Malcom responds. “She was running out of steam so I gave her some coke, then when that started running out again I injected a little X so she would fuck some more. I mean we all took some sextacy, so I figured she needed some help too!”

One of the young guys asks, “Is that why she let two of us fuck her at the same time? After that she was bleeding, but she didn’t even complain.”

Malcom replies “Fuck yes — a slut full of roofies, K, coke, and X will let you do anything you want, and love it; their bodies are ‘On Fire with Desire’!

“You boys need to subscribe to our website so you can learn a thing or two about fucking sluts like her: we call it WantonSluts.com. It’s only $25 per month for great porn, man. We have over 500 subscribers now, but Katy will be an absolute star, so we may double that number! Don’t worry; we take care of our male stars! Terry will blur all of our faces before it goes up. You can watch yourself fuck that slut senseless, but no one will know it’s you except you!

Rob interjects, “And the best part is, now that we have all this on film we can tell her we’ll send copies to her husband, parents, and the school board; after that she’ll do anything we want, just like the others. We’ll make a bunch of porn movies with her! She’ll make us a lot of money, until she’s worn out!

“They usually only last for 6 or 7 movies, but Terry’s sister-in-law made 8. She has the record, but she got addicted to the crack and is in rehab, so we had to move on.

“This slut, Katy, will be our star for the next six months! We could use some young guys; want to fuck her some more?”

One of the boys says she’s the finest he’s ever had, but he doesn’t want to participate in something where she’s been blackmailed; the other agrees.

Malcom tells them eve gelen gaziantep escort “Shit, boys, we’re only helping her do what she loves to do, just like last night. You saw what a slut she is! Believe me, anybody that does what she did loves cock too much to stop! A cock-craving slut like her will always be happy to take more cock!”

Rob looks over his shoulder at the boys “The stuff on WantonSluts is heavily edited so we don’t get in trouble, but if you like what you see, email the webmaster and I’ll set you up with a half-price account on another site we have. It’s on the dark web, away from prying eyes, so we’re free to post the true hardcore porn! You’ll see what you lived last night in its entirety, and much, much more! We have several hundred subscribers there, but Katy Slut will double or triple that; especially when we announce she’s starring in a series!”

My blood is running cold now; the Lord saith, ‘Vengeance is Mine’ but the Lord is going to have to settle for whatever I leave of these evil assholes — they pay first right here on Earth!

I lean over one of the boys to view the iPad and see Katy on her knees with a dick in her mouth and one in her hand. She sucks one, jacks the other, and then switches.

The youngster notices me looking over his shoulder and flinches, moving quickly aside. I step up beside brown-haired frat boy Rob with the iPad and beside Malcom.

Malcom sees me and laughs; “Here’s the Cuck! Come by to watch your wife get fucked by real men?”

I say, “Nah, I came to get dickweed here to airdrop that video to my phone so he can erase it on his iPad.”

Malcom swells up to his full height and laughs loudly; the others move a step away. Britt, Bree, and Angie come in the door and look at us with horror; the other band members turn from their breakfast and look shocked.

I face Malcom and step closer “I told you what to do, asswipe: airdrop the video to my phone, then erase it.”

Malcom pushes me “You fuckin pussy! No one is afraid of you! You ain’t a real man — if you was your wife wouldn’t be fucking everybody that wants to! Now get the fuck out of here!! You want to see her you can buy a subscription! Maybe you’ll learn how to treat a slut like her!”

He pushes me in the chest and laughs. I stumble backward and turn to the table behind me. He laughs louder and taunts me “I knew you was a pussy! Gonna go hide you little fairy ass and cry?”

My phone camera is recording and has been since I walked toward the cluster. I reach over to the napkin holder to change the angle slightly so it will record everything that’s about to take place. I make sure the angle is good and step back toward Malcom and his two buddies.

I stop three feet away, and in a cold, dead voice recite, “I’m required by law to warn you that I’m trained in martial arts; my hands and feet are considered deadly weapons. If you persist in assaulting me you may be injured or killed.”

He and his two buddies laugh uproariously and two of them face me; the kids look scared and back away. Brownie is still seated at his iPad and turns to film my upcoming ass kicking.

Malcom steps toward me, taunting: “I ain’t scared of your sissy ass! I’m going to make you my bitch like I made your wife my slut.”

The look on the faces of Britt, Bree, and Angie changes from concern to horror as the Berserker rage on my face registers; he has no idea how close he is to the final abyss, but they do!

“Not unless you doped me up like you did her, you chicken shit rapist!” I taunt back so loudly everyone in the room hears clearly. All movement and noise ceases as they focus on the two of us

Malcom grabs at me, but I swat his hand away and warn, “Don’t say you weren’t warned when you are lying on the floor in your own piss and blood, bitch!”

He cusses me, draws back, and launches a roundhouse right at my head. I step inside as it passes over my shoulder and pound both fists into his ribs, then step back. He grasps his sides, but now his assurance is feuding with his fear.

He rushes at me and swings again at my head. Slow learner; this time I bury my stiff fingers in his fat belly just below his liver, step back, and when he leans over, I slap him as hard as I can with my right hand and then my left. His head flies back and forth; he straightens up, lets out a roar, and lunges at me with his arms extended. His plan is to get hold of me and use his superior size to wrestle me down and hurt me, I guess; bad plan!

I grab his arm as he rushes me, drop to my back, put both feet in his stomach, and launch his sorry ass about 6 feet in the air and that far behind me; he lands on a table, cries out, regains his breath, and gets up off the table. Stupidly, he tries it again, but he’s hurt, and the rest is just punishment.

I let him get close, hit him in the solar plexus, pound both ribs when he straightens up, and his kidneys when gaziantep eve gelen escort he turns away. With a scream of anger, he turns back, swinging at me blindly. My left hand shoots out and up at his throat, grabbing it just under his jaw and lifting upward.

He stops in his tracks, gurgles, and grabs my wrist with both hands. I lift him until he’s on his tiptoes and then walk him purposefully across the room to the wall, where I pin him with his toes barely touching the floor.

The look of fear on his face is soul satisfying as I quietly tell him “You are one worthless piece of shit; I may just end you right here and save the air you breathe for someone worthy.”

Then loudly, “Only total pieces of shit would be out cheating on their pregnant wives or running around with a wife and month old son at home! Even worse are pornographers who drug women and then blackmail them, like you three! We can play this one of two ways: either airdrop the video to me or your pain is going to get real!”

Blondie gets brave, picks up a chair and tries to sneak up behind me. He raises it over his head, Bree screams, and he swings down at me. I nimbly step aside and he hits his buddy Malcom with the chair, bloodying his face and nose, and probably breaking his collarbone with the leg. Malcom screams with pain and falls to his knees before he topples over and pisses himself.

I side kick blondie asshole in the ribs, breaking at least a couple. He falls to his knees in agony, gasping for breath, only inches from his butt-buddy. I cuff him over the ears with open hands, right and then left; he screams and grabs his ears, from which blood is pouring. I hold his hair in my left hand and break his nose with a short punch from my right. He topples over beside Malcom, pissing and shitting himself as he cowers in the fetal position; the stench is horrible.

Walking crisply toward the remaining frat boy, I ask “Okay, Dickweed, do I take your iPad from your crushed, bleeding body, or do you airdrop the videos to my phone?”

The brown rat is terrified: “Airdrop!” I hold my phone beside him; he completes the transfer, and looks up at me: “Now you will erase it from your iPad and from iCloud. Is that clear?” He nods and I watch as he completes the erasures.

Leaning over him with a sadistic smile, I promise, “Just in case you did some tech magic shit, or made another copy, let me assure you that if this ever shows up on the internet your family will never see you, or your asshole buddies again. Is THAT clear?” He nods.

“Now, go over and give the girls your statement.” Malcom and Terry are on the ground, moaning and crying, lying in their own excrement.

Retrieving my phone from the table, I ask Britt, Bree, and Angie to record a statement from each witness on their phones, and then record their own statements. They appear to be in a state of shock, but nod and go over to the group that is staring at the carnage.

I loudly announce that everyone will need to give a video statement of what just happened, and ask if they understand. They nod and the girls begin recording statements. Andrew goes first with Britt, and I can hear him giving a clear, concise statement of what he witnessed. Chad says he concurs with everything Andrew said. Bree and Angie begin with Johnny and Tommy, and their statements sound similar. I tell the two youngsters to go over and give statements.

The other statements have been given, and everyone is looking at me. I point at Johnny, Rocky, Tommy, Elliot, Andrew, and the two youngsters and beckon them to me.

They look equal parts terrified and guilty as they walk to where I’m standing away from the others. I huddle them up, and warn them, in a quiet but threatening voice and a menacing stare. “Boys, if any of you recorded any of the going’s on with Katy last night, you need to tell me right now. Because if I ever see it on the internet or hear of it being passed around, you will greatly regret your actions, like Malcom and Terry do, but I won’t be as gentle. Anyone?”

Everyone shakes their heads except the two youngsters, who look guilty. I step to them and order, “Boys, take out your phones and show me your videos.” They do, reluctantly.

I tell them to airdrop them to me, and then erase them on their phones and on the cloud, which they do, reluctantly. One kind of bows up and starts to say something: I put my hand over his mouth and squeeze. I tell him to think before he speaks; adult actions and adult words have adult consequences. He blanches and shrinks up, then completes the erasures.

I look at the others. “Each of you and Katy – that was consenting adults, right? There were no drugs given, no force or coercion was involved?”

Tommy, Johnny, Andrew, and Elliot nod in unison; Johnny swears, “Not that we’re aware of, I promise!”

“Okay. If the films bear that out we won’t see each other again; if they don’t gaziantep eve gelen escort bayan support your statements, we WILL see each other again, and what happened to Malcom will happen to you, in spades!

“So, I’ll ask again: were you involved in drugging her, forcing her, or coercing her? Truth or Consequences, Boys!”

Andrew looked around and spoke up. “I’m not going to lie or downplay what happened. She consumed far too much alcohol, beginning at midnight. Also, Malcom and Terry were bringing the drinks to her and to us when we got back here. Did they begin drugging her then? Looking back on it, probably; but at the time, she just seemed to be horny and having fun.”

“Hmmm. Anyone else suspect she was being drugged early on and do nothing but take advantage?”

I surveyed them and knew they all suspected or knew; they just wanted to fuck her, so someone helping them “persuade” her was acceptable.

“As I suspected; a bunch of chickenshits ready to take advantage of someone you knew full well was impaired! Speaks to your character, doesn’t it?

“Regardless, I’ve become more than a bit concerned about the company you boys keep: keeping company with sexual molesters, blackmailers, druggies, and STD-infected porn site administrators are not what I expect from a band I’ve always enjoyed.

“Therefore, I’m going to keep my distance from you in the future, and you need to reciprocate. Are we clear?” They again nod in unison; I turn and walk away.

The girls scramble to meet me at the door; just before I leave, I turn and ask the group I just left “So where is Katy?”

“She’s in their room,

9″ one of the youngsters says quickly, pointing at the two now leaning on the tables and swaying while holding their injuries.

I ask them “You want me to call the cops so you can try to press charges? I guess not, since I have you on video starting it and trying to hit me with a chair.

“Okay, how about the EMTs — you two look like you’re in pain?

“No? Okay, tough guys, remember this: if ANYTHING having to do with tonight appears on the internet, this beating will serve as a mere warmup for the main event.”

I stare them down, gather my ‘girlfriends’ and walk out the door. Joyce and Audrey are just walking up; they look at us and excitedly ask what is going on? Bree and Britt shake their heads, but Angie takes them aside and starts animatedly talking.

I walk to room 19 and knock; no answer. I try the door and it opens, so we enter. Katy is lying on her side in a fetal position, moaning; the sheets are stained with blood and seminal fluids. Bree rushes to her and asks if she’s all right.

She defiantly and angrily declares, “Yes, leave me alone!” Bree says “I’m a nurse, Katy, let me examine you.” “No! I said leave me alone!” she yells.

Joyce enters and rushes to the bed “Katy – are you all right!”

“Yes!!!” she screams. “Quit asking me that! Get my clothes!”

I start toward the room, but Audrey already has her bag in hand “Let us get her dressed and ready. You load the car, or something.”

I walk back to the breakfast area, enter as a hush falls on the assembly, which now includes the four wives, and see Malcom and Terry slumped in chairs, blood and gore all over their clothes. I walk directly to them.

“I just found Katy lying in a pool of blood and excrement. I’m taking her to the nearest ER, where I’m going to have her examined and her blood tested for drugs. The extent of damage the mother of my children has suffered will determine how much more damage you three — and anyone else involved — sustains.

“If they find the drugs you mention in the video you made, I’ll ruin your lives! Don’t take that as a threat — that’s a promise!”

I get three big cups of coffee and leave without acknowledging the buzz behind me.

After putting the coffee in cup holders, I move the suburban as close as possible to room 19. The girls walk Katy to the SUV, with Joyce steadying her. Joyce opens the back door and tells Katy to lie down on it. She scurries to get her bag and quickly returns, jumping in the front passenger seat.

I smile at the girls, who have looks of deep concern, and tell them, “I’m sorry you had to see that, but they left me no choice.”

They all, including Joyce, rush to my defense. “It wasn’t your fault! You tried to do the right thing, they are just too stupid and evil to recognize it!” professes Bree. The others agree loudly.

“Thanks! Y’all are the greatest! Can I have a goodbye kiss?” They look into the back seat, then defiantly line up and kiss me through the window.

Britt is last; her kiss is longer and softer than the others ‘Remember what I told you. She needs to see a doctor immediately and get tested.” I blow her a kiss and pull onto the highway.

Joyce looks at me, looks at Katy sleeping, and leans toward me. I keep driving and tell her, “Your kiss comes later, after you help me with this mess.” She nods, and looks back at the mess, sleeping on her side and moaning each time we hit a bump.

I’m so disgusted with her I run off the road a couple of times on purpose, eliciting more moaning.

Joyce and I resolve to ignore the situation on the second seat until we get to the San Marcos hospital, so we discuss the costumes/uniforms, the matching Kelly Green dresses, and her plans for their wardrobes for the summer tour.

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Sibling love

Leah spent the morning cleaning. She needed everything to be perfect today, the flat, her, the day. Her brother Evan was coming home for the first time in 5 years. The last time he had seen her she had been a mousy, chubby 16-year-old. Now she was 21, tall, had lost 30 pounds and took care of her body. She had grown her hair long and kept it a shinning golden blonde. She had grown into her figure too, her waist was slim and defined, her tits had grown to perky double D’s. Her ass was toned from daily yoga. She looked good now and she knew it. Before he left Evan had always stood up for her when other kids picked on her for the way she looked and she wanted him to see that she was grateful, that she had changed, and he wouldn’t have to protect her anymore. So, everything had to be perfect today.

Evan had left home, moved from Glasgow to study in the US on a scholarship less than a week after he had finished high school. She had been 13 then and he had hardly been home for visits since. He had met a girl at uni and stayed with her for most important holidays, but it seemed things had gone sour. When she spoke to her mother about Evan coming home, she found out he had caught the girl cheating. He had asked his company to transfer him to their UK branch and now he was going to come home, for a week to see if he wanted to make the move home permanently. And he was coming to stay with his little sister, at least for that week.

She put the finishing touches on the flat. Fluffed cushions, put away dishes and sorted any out of place odds and ends. She made up the spare bedroom in her flat, nice new bedding and soft comfy pillows. She had made sure to keep all the girly things out of this room so her brother would feel as at home as possible. Now, it was time to get herself ready. She showered and spent a long time making certain her makeup was perfect before styling her long blonde hair. She took too long deciding what to wear, laughing at herself. She was being weird, and she knew it. It was only Evan, sure, 5 years was a long time, but he was still the same brother who had protected her when the rest of the world made her feel like a piece of human garbage. She hoped it wouldn’t be awkward and they would have things to talk about. Just in case she had bought plenty of booze to see them through the night.

She finally decided on a light summer dress. She loved how it hung on her body and felt like it was a cute outfit. The red material made the paleness of her soft skin more pronounced. Her long hair covered the thin staps and she decided against a bra. She was happy with how she looked, even if she did feel a little silly. He would be here any second though, it was far too late to change again. She sat on the sofa but was too excited to relax and went back to pacing the flat. She hoped that her brother was still the goofy, nerdy idiot she remembered. Hoped that the easy humour he always had was still there, despite the hard times he had gone through recently. Downstairs, a car door slammed, and she ran to the window. He was already in the building though. Leah sighed in frustration at missing her chance to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way upstairs, ringing the doorbell when he reached her flat.

“Evan!” Enormous, matching smiles radiated genuine happiness and excitement. They had been so close when they were younger but had barely spoken since she was 13, not seen each other at all since she was 16. She pulled him into a tight hug and grinned more as he pulled her closer and kissed her on the cheek. It was like electricity coursing through her body as her braless tits pressed against his hard chest. He was much stronger, more toned and defined than she remembered.

“Leah! Jesus, let me catch my breath!” He was laughing as he untangled his arms from around her. There was that humour she remembered and her worries about an awkward visit instantly disappeared. She stepped to the side to let him into the flat and took in every inch of his body as she did so. He was taller, at least 6’4 now. He had obviously been taking care of his body too, his chest muscles were clearly defined under his simple t-shirt. Tight jeans showed the muscles in his legs. His fair hair hung around his ears, curly and scruffy. He had stopped wearing glasses, but his eyes were still a shining icy blue, glittering with the mischief she loved so much. His short beard tickled her face as he pulled back from the hug, one hand lingering on her waist just a fraction too long.

“You look amazing, you’ve gotten so handsome since I last saw you!” She closed the door as he came in, dropping his bag on the floor as he did so.

“You’re going to make me blush sis.” He smiled again. She had forgotten how infectious his smile was and felt herself beaming back at him. She really had missed him. “I can see you’ve been keeping in shape too.” He said as he nodded to her toned body, her large, full breasts just barely covered by the loose-fitting summer gaziantep escort kız dress. He threw and arm around her shoulder and she rested her head on his chest. She was so happy to have him home.

“I’ve got so much planned for us this week. I was thinking we could start with a museum if you’re up for going out?” She headed through to her living room, Ethan following close behind, smiling at the back of her head.

“Should have known you’d want to do something educational” He chuckled as he sat down on the sofa. “Sounds good though. Shall we just head out now, before I get comfy?” She smiled at him again and extended a hand to pull him up off the sofa.

*

They spent the entire day wandering around a series of museums and shops. The longer they spent together the more their easy banter grew more frequent and natural. Over coffee and cake in the museum cafe they chatted and joked, catching up on each other’s lives. They were both recently single and both were looking forward to the single life. Leah managed to get a little more detail out of Evan, discovering that his girlfriend in America had been cheating for almost 2 years and that he hadn’t had sex in that entire time, right up until now.

“Got any hot friends you can introduce me to while I’m here? Maybe you can help me get over this dry spell.” He asked her, playfully nudging her in the ribs. She could tell he was serious though. Despite his laughter it was obviously something that played on his mind. She had been cheated on in the past too and knew how it felt to doubt yourself and question why someone didn’t want you anymore.

“Maybe, you got any for me?” She laughed as she slapped him on the thigh trying to lighten the mood and make him smile a genuine, happy smile.

By early evening they were exhausted and in desperate need of food Instead of finding a place to eat they headed for home and ordered in. By the time they arrived home all either of them wanted to do was curl up in pyjamas, eat junk food and relax with a couple of beers.

“Aw, this is so good!” Ethan had found a classic movie they had both loved when they were children and had paused it on the massive TV in Leah’s living room. “I’m going to get a beer and stick my pjs on.” He used her thigh to push himself up from the sofa and disappeared out of the room. Leah thought his idea sounded excellent and decided to do the same. She slipped on an oversized shirt that she always wore to sleep in, then for modesty’s sake added a pair of shorts too. He was already back on the sofa when she returned, sprawled across it, one leg over the back in just a loose-fitting pair of pyjama pants.

“Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” She joked as she pushed his foot over the back of the sofa before grabbing two beers from the fridge. When she returned, she grabbed his leg, forcing to move and give her enough room to sit down. “My feet are killing me.” She complained, putting them up in his lap as she opened the beers and handed him one.

“That’s what you get for wearing stupid heels to walk around in all day. Though they do make your legs look good.” She threw a pillow at him as he laughed, using one hand to dodge the pillow and the other to protect the bottle of beer he still held.

“Someone had to show you round. And if I didn’t wear those stupid shoes, I’d look like a midget next to you. You’ve gotten so tall and strong.”

“Charmer. I did grow up here you know, I can find my way around. Want me to rub your feet for you?” He asked sitting up a bit and putting both of her feet in his lap.

“It’s been a long time bro, I doubt you know where anything is anymore. Yes please, that would be amazing.” She smiled wiggling her toes at him. He gently took one foot in his hands and began to rub and knead the soles of her feet. “That feels so good Evan!” She arched her back as she relaxed into the sofa, his hands getting a little firmer on her foot. As he worked his knuckles into the balls of her feet, she let out a long low moan without realising she had done it. Ethan laughed as he worked on the same spot again, making her moan several more times. He did the same to her heel which caused her to stretch her leg out as she continued to make the low, contented moans. She knew he was deliberately hitting the parts of her foot that prompted her to loose those moans, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t help herself from making noise as he rubbed and massaged the tender skin.

“Like that?” She nodded. He let go of her foot and let it drop into his lap. Her body instantly tensed a little as her foot came to rest on something hard. Did Ethan have a boner? She wriggled her foot a little as he began to rub the other, continuing to moan whenever he hit her foot just right. She traced the hardness with the foot he had dropped, long and thick. She was certain now; it was an unmistakable boner she could feel through his thin pyjama bottoms now. She couldn’t escort kız gaziantep help but smile at this even though she knew it was wrong. But if he could try his hardest to embarrass her by making her moan then two could play at that game. Knowing that it was wrong didn’t stop her pussy from getting wet either. She felt her cheeks grow red as the moistness between her legs increased. She made more of a big deal of her moans now, wondering if she could embarrass him with them, before she made a big deal of his boner.

“Oh Ethan, you’re so good with your hands.” He gripped her foot hard, a cough escaping him as she arched her back more, closing her eyes.

“You don’t even know the half of it, little sister. These fingers can work magic”. He pressed down hard on her foot again making her cry out in pleasure. She let her mind wander, imagined those deft fingers working up her calves just a little…

“Oh, is that so?” She was panting when she said this. He laughed again as she moved her other foot more obviously onto his now rock-hard cock. This time it was Evan who moaned, deep and guttural as he gripped her foot hard. With her eyes still closed she was surprised to feel something wet caress her foot, the one held in her big brother’s hand. She opened her eyes to see him planting gentle kisses all over her foot. He kissed all the way from her toes to her ankle.

“Did I ever tell you I have a foot fetish?” He sighed as he bent to kiss her foot again.

“No, but I guessed from this.” She moaned as she ran her big toe up the length of his rigid penis. It was bigger than she had expected. It felt thick and strong under her delicate foot as she stroked it. The little kisses on her feet were heaven. With each one he planted she felt her wetness spreading.

“Careful. You might regret doing that.” With one hand he held her foot tight to his cock and ground his hips, rubbing it against the sole of her foot through the fabric of his pjs. He was so big; she could feel her own arousal leaking out of her panties as he continued to grind his stiff length against her.

“I don’t think I will.” She said. She wanted so badly so reach into her panties and rub her hungry clit but used all her restraint to keep her hands still.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” They were both so turned on now that there was no going back. His mind had wandered to what was under his sister’s shorts, what those big titties looked like naked. He had already decided to push forward and see how far she was willing to go. It had been so long since he had any kind of sexual gratification. He licked her long, smooth leg from her big toe all the way up to her thigh. The musky scent of her arousal was almost too much for him. It filled his nostrils and sent thought to his head that no brother should ever think about his little sister.

“Fuck, that feels good!” She had spread her legs a little now and he could see a damp patch at the crotch of her shorts, so close was he to that barely covered pussy. He lifted his ass just enough to pull down his pyjama bottoms and free his straining cock. He put her foot back on it. She felt her body tense. Was that really his cock? Were they really going to cross this boundary, do something so taboo and naughty? She was so turned on there was no way she could stop now, and she felt certain the same was true for him.

“Evan, maybe we are going too far. I don’t think this is a good idea.” She sat up but didn’t move her foot from his cock. She wanted to give him a chance to back out before they fully crossed a line no brother and sister should ever cross. So could at least say she had tried to stop this if they regretted it when it was over.

“That pussy juice on your shorts tell me you want this just as much as me. You’re dripping for me.” He was right, her slit was slick with desire. “Don’t you want to look at how hard you’ve made me? Leah, open your eyes!” She did as he asked and looked at his exposed cock. She had to admit that it was a nice cock. It was about 9 or 10 inches long with pronounced veins on the shaft and had a nice girth, three fingers at least. He was fully erect, his head throbbing red and ready. She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips.

“Well big brother, I’m pleasantly surprised. You’ve got a nice cock.” Was she really complimenting her brothers’ cock? Was she truly getting wet at the thought of sucking it? God, she wanted to suck it so bad. Instead, she ran her foot up and down it before placing her other foot on the other side of it and pumping her feet up and down.

“Fuck, that’s so hot!” He reclined on the sofa, letting her stroke up and down his length several times with her feet before he moved them away and pushed her flat onto her back on the sofa. He kissed her roughly as he started to unbutton the oversized shirt she wore. She opened her lips to let his tongue inside her mouth as she kissed him passionately, loving the feel gaziantep escort kızlar of his hot, hard cock pressing against her thigh. His hands had now freed her from the shirt and were beginning to work on teasing her nipples to a point. He squeezed and tweaked as she sighed and thrust her pelvis against his. Her pussy ached with the need to be touched.

“This is so wrong.” He whispered in her ear “But I can’t stop now, you’re too sexy, I need more!” He moved one of his hands away from her tits and used it to slide her shorts down. He began to slowly slide his finger up and down the dripping lips of her pussy before he sunk a finger inside.

“No going back now.” he grunted as he finger fucked his little sister’s tight pussy. He grinned when he realised, she was shaved clean down below. She was so slippery he was able to easily add a second and then third finger using more force and fingering her harder with each passing second as their tongues fought in each other’s mouths. He found that sweet spot inside her and rubbed her g-spot relentlessly as she panted his name into his ear. Soon she had warped a hand around his cock and was jerking him hard. It felt so good and had been so long that he had to concentrate hard not to cum then and there.

He moved back into a sitting position pulling her to her knees as her did so. He put a hand gently on the back of her neck as the other held his cock still. He lowered his sister’s face downwards and she hungrily opened her mouth to taste him. This was the moment she had been longing for, she had been so desperate to suck his big cock. She closed her lips tight around the head and began to suck. She moved her head in time with the thrusts of his hips as he held her head in place with his hand, tangling his fist roughly in her blonde hair. She started to take more and more of his shaft until his entire length disappeared down her throat. She was furiously rubbing her clit as she sucked him for all she was worth. Watching her play with her sweet pussy over his cock made him fuck her face harder as he slammed into her mouth roughly over and again. He could feel his orgasm coming faster and faster when she started to gag on his cock but wasn’t ready for this to be over yet so pulled her head away from his cock. He felt like one more lick from her tongue or tight suck from her greedy mouth would be enough to make him explode.

He pulled her forward, so her ass rested on the edge of the sofa and got on his knees between her legs as he spread them wide. He started to rub her small pink clit with his thumb as he dipped his head to run his tongue up the length of her slit. She tasted amazing, so sweet and the smell of her aroused pussy was almost too much. He felt her entire body shudder with pleasure as he plunged his tongue deep in to the sweet pink folds of her cunt. She ground her hips against his face, her juices covering his cheeks as he switched to licking quick circles around her clit, occasionally pressing his tongue hard against the sensitive, swollen nub. He buried three fingers in her pussy again and relentlessly flicked and rubbed at her g-spot. In seconds she screamed his name as her pussy tightened deliciously around his fingers. He licked her clit faster, sucked it harder and fingerfucked her forcefully as her slick walls tightened around his fingers in an intense orgasm.

As she came, he knelt a little higher and began to run the head of his cock up and down the slit where his fingers had been, getting it nice and slick with her juices ready to spear and stretch that tight pink slit. He slapped it against her clit several times loving the wet, slapping sound it made before he took it in his hand and lined up with the opening of her twat ready to slam to the hilt and fill her with his cum. He had the head between her lips, all it would take was one thrust and he would be inside his sister’s cunt. He wanted to savour it, slide it in slowly, but she pulled away from him, sitting bolt upright and covering that sweet hole with her hand.

“No way! You’re not going in my pussy. That’s too far!” She protested.

“Sis, Lucy, fuck you can’t leave me this hard with no release. You want me to fuck that tight pussy. You are so fucking wet for me, don’t pretend you’re not. I need to bury it inside you. You know you want to feel my cock in you.” She was quite for a while. She did want him inside her but that was too far. But oh god she wanted his cock. She was such a slut, she knew it, she wanted that hot cum in her.

“What if I get pregnant?” She had opened her legs again, relaxed and moved closer to him. He held his cock ready and moved closer still as he lent in to kiss her. He could feel the heat and the wetness, her slit was ready for him, less than a centimetre away. Just one thrust and he could be inside her before she could stop him.

“We’ll get the morning after pill” Fuck. He was going to do it. He gripped his cock with one hand and used the other to pin her down. He pressed against her wet opening. He was almost in now. He could hear her weak protests, but he also felt her grow even wetter as he pushed in a little. The delicate pink folds spread to accommodate his significant girth.

“Evan, god, this is too far. Fuck you’re so big.” He pressed a little more, he was passed her lips now, could feel her cunt open to welcome him.

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Sally’s Second Session with Theresa

Before turning on the recording of my session with Theresa, I had set my alarm for 5:00 A.M. Monday morning. I was joining Robert at his favorite restaurant at 6:00 P.M. and my son had a swim meet after; the only time I would have for the gym was the crack of dawn. While on the treadmill I intended to select some counselors to recommend to Theresa. I had lost any sense of therapeutic objectivity with her, it was my ethical and professional responsibility to withdraw. I was also worried about myself. I attributed much of my success to self-discipline, my thoughts and desires were now ricocheting around beyond any power I had to control them. I was scared; part of me liked those thoughts. Unchecked, they could endanger my career, my place in society, my sense of self, and my accomplishments.

I arrived at the office a few minutes early wearing a conservative blue business suit. The day proceeded well, but as 4:00 P.M. approached my uneasiness grew. I liked Theresa and we had established an instant rapport. I did not look forward to disappointing her.

At 4:00 P.M. my staff buzzed me to let me know Theresa had arrived. I opened the door to see the two women who work for me happily holding up potted plants decorated with large red bows.

Theresa explained. “As late as we ran on Friday, I figured these ladies probably stayed a little bit late trying to figure out what to do. These,” pointing to the plants, “are my apology and thank you.”

Theresa seemed a different woman than she had on Friday. She was wearing make-up and her hair, which was pulled behind her head during our last visit, now fell freely to her shoulders, framing her lovely face. She was wearing mid-calf level boots with two-inch heels, a skirt that reached her knees, and a loose fitting pressed man’s shirt whose top two buttons were open, revealing a gleaming white tee shirt underneath. She was probably not wearing a bra, I thought.

The biggest difference from our last visit, however, was the smile on her face. Whatever had happened since Friday’s session, Theresa had liked it.

I invited her into my office. As soon as the door shut Theresa hugged and kissed me on the cheek. Her breasts pressed against me, confirming my thoughts about her bra. She stepped back slightly, taking my hands in hers, and the words spilled out of her.

“I had the most amazing weekend. There were a dozen roses waiting for me when I got home with a note from Miles to meet him in the bedroom. I guess it’s our bedroom now. The sex was tremendous. He promised to celebrate our time alone my cumming inside me in each room of the house. We didn’t quite make it – it’s a big house – but it wasn’t for lack of trying. During our breaks I told him about our session. He said he will support whatever I decide. Sally, I know we didn’t conclude anything during our last visit, but you treated me with respect. I came in feeling like a pervert and left feeling like a woman. A woman with an issue, but not a crazy deviant. I understand I may need to stop it with my son, but for the first time in months my sense of nagging self-loathing is gone.”

This was not the time to tell her she needed a new therapist. I put down the list of other mental health professionals I was going to ask her to consider. I would call on my training and experience and get through this session.

“Miles asked whether you wanted to see him.”

I had thought about that. In order to properly evaluate her and her relationship, protocol required that I talk to her son. To do that both of them to would need to waive confidentiality so I could freely discuss with each what I learned from the other. In normal couples therapy a waiver of confidentiality was assumed and could be verbal. Theresa and Miles were not a normal couple. A formal written waiver of confidentiality was required. However, I expected this to be my last session with her. I knew I needed to refer her to someone else. I decided to postpone discussing an appointment with her son until the end of the session.

“That was actually one of the matters I intended to discuss with you. We’ll get to that later.”

Letting go of my right hand, she still held my left while we walked to the couch. Her body language and tug on my hand indicated she expected me to sit next to her as I had at the end of our last session. I had intended to sit in my chair, but realized my rule about physical boundaries was already hopelessly compromised. Any effort to re-establish it now would be artificial. It would also signal disapproval to Theresa, which would impede our progress. I sat down next to her.

We discussed the first two issues I had addressed in my research. She was aware of the increased risk of birth defects and assured me she was on birth control. I also reviewed my research about incest as a universal taboo; its prohibition was not just an artifact of Western culture. As I suspected, her concern was not incest’s rejection as a universal norm, but the harm it might be doing to two very specific people: her and her son.

I turned to this concern. I could see she gaziantep escort kadın was nervous. I took her hand in mine.

“Theresa, there is no reason to believe that incest is inherently harmful. It can be, but there is no research to conclude it must be. While I can understand why it is against the law, there is no evidence that incest is always damaging.”

Her relief was palatable. For the second time that session she threw her arms around me and hugged me. This time I found myself looking forward to the crush of her breasts against my body.

“Let’s not celebrate too quickly. There are still serious issues here. I would like to discuss the first two together. Your son is a teen-age boy. He should be developing conventional social ties and growth. He is not going to take advantage of the full opportunities of life if his primary focus is finding ways to get his father out of the house so he can make love to his mother. Concomitantly, your marriage is not in good shape. Sex with your son is going to distract you from any effort to address it.

“On the other hand, let’s say he ends his relationship with you to lead what society would call a normal life, how would that affect you? You’re his mother. He would not be like a high school boyfriend who left you for a girl he met in college. You wouldn’t need to interact with that guy ever again. You will need to do so with your son. How are you going to react when you can no longer be his lover?”

Theresa took her time. When she replied her tone of voice was contemplative.

“I hadn’t thought about it in exactly those terms, but you’re right. My son was awarded a full scholarship to Stanford. When our affair first began he talked about going to a local school and not a college two time zones away. The first few weeks I agreed, but then the mother in me stepped forward. I knew, we both knew, that Stanford was the right place for him. It’s going to be terrible not being with him full time. We even discussed my moving to California, but we both realized that would just delay the problem. At some point he needs to move on.

“As to my marriage, you’re right again. But, the point is, I don’t really want to fix it. My husband has his job, it’s his one great love. I am quite happy letting my husband be absorbed in his work while I am absorbed in his son.”

She was clearly upset. She looked down, then back at me, all the time rubbing her hands together or fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. I put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

The contact helped. She continued. “It’s funny you brought this up. My son mentioned over the weekend that he might have an answer to at least some of these problems.”

“Did he explain what it was?”

“No, I asked. He said it was one of those ideas that if you looked at it too hard, it would never thrive.”

“Did you think he had a real idea or was he just comforting you?”

“Something real was in his head. This is not something he would kid about.”

I decided to pass over his comment. We would get back to it later.

“Theresa, I raise these issues because they should be considered. By themselves they are not reasons to end the relationship. In fact, while they may be good grounds not to start an incestual relationship, once you’re in it they simply become things that need to be worked out. The fact that you and your son are talking about them are good. You should continue to do so. Which brings me to my last concern, consent.”

I explained the general concerns about consent in incest before arriving at her particular case.

“When you told me about the night you became lovers, I was struck by the number of times your son asserted control over you. He made you promise to obey him before you went shopping, talked about taking you from his father as if you were property, and spoke about owning your cunt.”

Theresa took a few seconds to answer.

“He is an aggressive lover. I love the power I feel in him when we are in bed. Of course, I not exactly sure how he would have gotten me into his bed without his being aggressive. I wasn’t about to volunteer.”

That drew a smile from me.

“An aggressive powerful lover is fine. I am not saying there is anything wrong here, but I do want to explore it further. Have you two ever had sex to which you initially objected?”

“Yes, is there anything wrong with that?” She seemed confused.

“No, every couple but the dullest has. When I asked you the question did one particular event come to your mind.”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I did go to school for this stuff. You were thinking about consent in your relationship. When I asked you about agreeing to do something to which you had initially objected the strongest example would be the first one in your thoughts. Now I want you to tell me about it.”

She hesitated for a second, decided to go ahead, and scooted closer to me on the couch, placing her left hand on my right knee. The physical contact made her feel more comfortable and I, to be honest, enjoyed it. escort gaziantep kadın I decided to let it slide.

“Since we became lovers my son had asked me about anal sex. I have a few girlfriends who have tried it and none of them endorsed it. My husband tried it once, but he hadn’t even penetrated me when I panicked and told him to stop and he is not nearly as big as my boy. So I told Miles no.

“He never insisted, but he was clearly still interested. He never missed an opportunity to complement my butt. He found my backside especially fascinating when his father was around. I had given up trying to stop him from putting his hand on my fanny or pressing his erection against it, when his father was in the next, or sometimes the same, room.

“He also included it in our lovemaking. He loved to give me a back rub, ending up gently biting me at the base of the coccyx, nibbling along the length of the edges of the crevice in my butt….”

Here she turned to me. “Is there a word for that?”

“Several,” I answered, “intergluteal cleft, vertical gluteal crease, and gluteal cleft are some.”

The absurdity of these terms in the present context brought a soft laugh from both of us. She continued.

“You do know some stuff. Well, he would nibble along the edges of that thing you said, then kiss it, then run his tongue along it, then do it all again. He would separate the cheeks of my ass and run his tongue along the bottom of the cleft. He would then pay special attention to my anus. He would gently blow air onto it, which would make it quiver. He would lick it and force his tongue inside my sphincter. He often brought me to orgasm by reaching under me with his hand and masturbating me while his mouth paid attention to my ass. When we first started out there would be some tension back there, but after awhile I started to relax. He noticed it also and commented on how mush easier it was to push his tongue inside me. I was sure happy for that, because I was learning to love what he did back there. I never knew my butt was such a sensitive area and could bring me such pleasure. When he tongue-fucked my sphincter while stroking my clitoris with his fingers, it seemed that the same fire that burned in my cunt was burning in my backside.

“It worked the other way. When his mouth was on my pussy he would use his fingers to stimulate by fanny. He would stroke my anus and then slip a finger inside me. He was always careful to use a lubricant. He started out with his pinkie, but over time he worked up to his middle finger. Often he would slip his thumb into my vagina and his middle finger into my butt while sucking on my clitoris. He developed a rhythm so everything down there seemed to be moving together. I had not imagined that my butthole could be a source of such pleasure. I went from anxiety when he approached my butt to yearning for it, but still there was a big difference between his fingers and that fat cock of his.

“The big moment came during Family Day at Coliseum, my husband’s company. The company throws an annual picnic for its employees’ families. It starts with a high-tech presentation about the company followed by the usual trappings. The company hires a local band, there are softball and volleyball games, and the food and beer flow freely. As the wife of an executive my attendance is essentially mandatory, but Miles hadn’t gone in years. Thus, I was surprised when he said he would love to go when my husband asked him That night, after my husband had fallen asleep and Miles and I had finished making love on the couch downstairs, I asked him if he was up to something. He said he certainly was, but I would have to wait to find out what.

“It was bright and sunny the day of the picnic. As a result even more people attended than usual. When the presentation in the auditorium was announced my son held me back for a second so that we were among the last to enter. All of the seats had been taken, so my son directed me to the half-wall and railing that ran along the back of the auditorium. I leaned against the wall; my son stood behind me. Then he leaned forward slightly, and I felt his hard cock touching my butt.

“As I instinctively pulled forward, he whispered, ‘Look around, it’s safe.’ I did; he was right. The half wall was interspersed with thick square floor to ceiling columns. We were standing between the final column and the wall of the auditorium. The column blocked any view of us from the side. The lights had been turned off and the light from the stage was blocked by the half wall. The area behind it was near pitch black. The only possible way you could see what was going on would be if you were standing right on top of us, and there was nobody within twenty feet.

“‘You’re still being bad,’ I told him.

“‘I can be worse, you know,’ and with that he slipped his fingers into the belt loops of my shorts and pulled me back until my rump was planted on his erection. He didn’t rub it against me, but he definitely let me know it was there.”

“Did he stop?”

“No, and I didn’t ask him to. gaziantep kadın escort It was turning me on but I figured nothing could come of it. We were surrounded by hundreds of people, but all I realy cared about was his presence. I loved the way his strong body felt against me and, oddly considering the packed room, I remembered how good he smelled: he was wearing an aftershave and cologne we had picked out together.

“After the presentation my husband went outside to drink beer and share war stories with his buddies. My son and I wandered throughout the facility. He was still bad, whenever we were alone he would stroke my butt and kiss me. When we had the chance we held hands like teen-agers. I was still pretty aroused and enjoyed his tongue in my mouth even with my eyes open to make sure no one saw us. Then we went outside and separated for awhile. He played volley ball while I chatted with some people I knew. The next time I was aware of him was when I heard his voice behind me. He had two plates full of food and two soft drinks. ‘Hungry? Thirsty?,’ he asked.

“We sat and ate. As we did so he pointed to his father’s office on the second floor of the building. He observed that the combination of the darkened environmental-friendly windows, the brightness of the sun, and the lack of any lights inside the offices meant you couldn’t see in the offices from the outside. I looked up and, wondering what he was up to, agreed.

“‘For example,’ he went on, ‘I can’t see the three foot tall model of Dad’s latest project that sits on the conference table under that window.’ He pointed. I looked up again. He was right. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at.

“‘Maybe someone stole the model. You and I need to investigate.’

“He stood up and offered his hand to help me up. I grabbed it and stood next to him.

“We started walking towards the building, which made no sense. While guests had been provided with a temporary key cards to get into the main building, for security purposes the individual offices had been locked and screens covered the windows in the doors. “You know we can’t get inside his office,’ I told him.

“As we reached the building my son, looking like the cat who caught the canary, reached into his pocket and fished out a small key, ‘Well there is that spare key he keeps at the house.’

“We used the key card to enter. I started up the stairs, my son behind me. I was about to object to his entire plan when he said, ‘Those shorts sure do show off that fine butt of yours. I have been able to think of very little but your rump since we got here. I’ve been thinking about shoving my tongue inside, I’ve been thinking of tickling it with my pinkie, I’ve been thinking about …’ He continued in this vein, describing in detail all the things he wanted to do to my backside. I couldn’t believe the conversation, walking through my husband’s office building while my son described in minute detail how he was going to make love to my ass. He stopped for a moment when another couple entered the stairwell, heading downstairs. It was the company’s senior vice-president and his attractive young secretary. I had seen his wife outside. Hanky panky in the building was apparently company policy.

“The second floor hallway was empty and my son resumed his inventory of the ways he lusted for my ass. I was getting extremely turned on. He opened the door to my husband’s office and holding my hand walked over to the table: the model was still there. Standing behind me, he reached his arms around to cup my breasts, which he gently kneaded. ‘We now know two things,’ he announced, ‘the model is still here and no one can see inside this room.’ He was kissing me on the neck and nibbling on my ears. He was gently rocking his erection against my behind. His left hand left my breast and slid down my body, where he placed it on my belt buckle and started moving by body in the same rhythm as his, making sure I could feel his hard cock as he our bodies swayed in rhythm.

“I was still worried. I asked him what we would do if his father came through the door. Miles told me what I wanted to here. ‘It can’t happen. First, he is already three sheets to the wind. He couldn’t make it up the steps or fit a key in the door. Even if he did, he wouldn’t recognize or remember what he saw. But we don’t need to worry about even that. He asked me to bring him his keys when we left the house. I gave him the set without the office key.’

“The hand which was rocking my hips unbuckled and unzipped my shorts. He dipped his hand inside and started playing with the entrance of my vagina. He could feel how wet I was. He was not going to believe any protest I made about making love in his father’s office, but it really didn’t matter any more. Any desire I had to say no was a fleeting velleity.

“His middle finger slipped inside my vagina. His thumb rested just above my clitoris. He started to move his thumb in slow gentle circles. My clit was throbbing under this indirect stimulation. With his other hand he continued to caress my breasts through my bra, which made the fire between my legs burn even brighter. I matched his movements, keeping his monstrous erection pressed against my butt. He unhooked my bra and his left hand moved around to my left breast. Mostly he just held and gently squeezed it. Occasionally he would tease my nipple with one of his fingers, which further heated up an already over-heated pussy. It was a position meant to arouse me, but not to push me over the edge.

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