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My son Gus really loved what has been going on between us lately and frankly I love it as well. Gus loves the way I dress for work, I wear skirts and blouses and low pumps in either black patent or spectators which are black patent at the heels and toes and white between and yes nylons with the black seem running up the back of the legs.

One day when I got home fom work I saw my son Gussy dressed as I dress, a skirt; blouse; and nylons; and my heels which he seemed to have learned to walk in, and rather well. He had a pair of my silver half-square reading glasses hanging across his boobs which was simply a bra stuffed with socks and from who knows where a wig that looks the way I wear my hair and I had to admit to myself I was quite pleased my son had a desire to look like his mom.

I felt bad he is a son with no brothers or sisters and that is probably why I allow him or not get angry about cross dressing and I know that guys will take care of their needs but never thought of them doing that dressed as their mom.

Gus has never gotten into trouble, he works over at the Barrowsville Bleachery in Norton and his two hobbies are baseball and ham radio, well looking like his mom seems to be his new hobby and I suspect cross dressing will be with him for quite some time.

I was thinking about Gus one day at work and thought I would encourage him to dress as his mom, which he loves doing and what is quite interesting is that once I started to talk to Gus and have a few meals with him, he became much more helpfull around the house, really!

The kitchen never had a sink full of dishes, the floor was washed, furniture polished. I mean damn, I would come home and the house would be looking great, clean and orderly.

One day after work I went shopping and bought a few skirts in Gussy’s size as well as blouses the style I wear, my heels fit him well and he liked that style.

I was getting wet thinking of the things my son and I would do during the week-end, I wanted him and I knew he wanted me. Not just to do me but he wanted the foreplay that went along with loving a woman, what I had no idea was is he wanted us to shower together and I thought that was great, In some ways Gussy is say ten years older maybe like in his forties, I mean it is one thing for a son to want his mother but to be so passionate about it is something else.

As I shopped I bought myself some black lacey panties and a black garter belt to hold up my nylon stockings with the black seem running down the back of the legs, same for Gussy. I also bought a pair of patent black stiletto’s and those would blow his mind.

I fixed a nice supper that Friday night as the house looked so nice and laundery was washed;dried;folded and put where it belonged.

“What’s in the bags mom?”

“You’ll find out after supper, dear.”

He had matured nicely, he did not go snooping or try to find out. He knew he would know sooner than later and after we ate I said,”Let’s take a nice shower.”

“O.k. Mom, I like that idea.

So we are in the shower and he takes a face cloth and puts my favorite soap on it and washed my breasts as he stands there with his cock the size of a flagpole karabük escort sticking out horizontal and I wrapped my hand around it but could not get my fingers all around it and Gus looked at me like This is so nice and it was. He washed me up very nicely and lovingly, maybe the whole idea of doing my son is wrong and perverted but damn, he loves me more than that useless bastard who walked out on me only to get a piece of tail seven years younger. Never once did he offer to shower together.

We finished showering and he had me on the bed, drying me up and powdered under my tits and where my bit of belly hung over my legs.

“You should put powder here mom, so your skin moves smoothly over skin and it will feel nice too.”

That is true but how does he know that.

“Well Gussy, you have been wonderful to be with and I have done a bit of shopping. First let me say,’ I am pleased you love dressing as I dress, obviously you have great sense in woman’s style and it seems you really love older ladies, I think that you would have no trouble with a lady who is say thirty years older than you.”

“So you know about that. . . mom?”

“Know what Gussy?”

“That a few of the ladies over at the bleachery, that I get along with them, more than nicely?”

“No I did not know but if they are nice or very nice to you it only means you are very nice to them, I have no trouble with that at all, Gussy.”

“Here is what I bought for you and I gave him the bags and my was he pleased. I dressed him up with the nylons and garter belt;slip;panties skirt and blouse. Go get a pair of half-glasses with beaded neck chain Gus.”

Gus was looking ‘HOT’ a black skirt and white blouse with ruffled Vneck, nylons with the seems, that wig, heels in in patent black he found in the closet that he got to look brand new, ear rings too. I was very proud of the way my son depicts a woman. There is a lot of love here. I read articles of guys who cross dress and look like “Tarts” or “hookers. Gussy dressed as a woman of substance and that spoke well of him. I was wet thinking about what we would be doing.

“So Gussy, like moms new heels?” Oh they sparkled all right and I could see the lust in Guss’s eyes.

“How about my nylons?” and I lifted my skirt so he could see my garter belt.

“Oh mom, the things I want to do.”

His voice was dripping with sex.

“I know dear, that is what I want you to do. I know you are in love with me and how I dress and many times at work I think about it and it gets me all squishy down there and I love how you make me feel so womanly. Yes I am your mom, but also a woman who knows has her needs.”

“Gussy, we have the whole evening and week-end together. I was supposed to have worked tomorrow but I swapped it out for alternating Saturdays and of course no Sunday’s.”

I laid upon the bed and Gus got on top and opened my blouse and removed my tits from the bra and with the beads of my new round glasses began to run them past my nipples making them quiver. Then he took my new glasses and rubbed them over my nipples and realised they are new and he likes them.

“When osmaniye escort did you get these mom? and why?”

“Well Gus, I needed to see more and quicker so these let me see more than half-glasses but when I am home, I’ll wear the half-glasses style you like so much.”

“I could get to like these too, Mom.”

“O.K I will let you do things with them.”

He went back to rubbing those smooth cool glasses he would find himself loving, over my nipples and feelings of love,joy and sex were radiating from my size 40D tits down to my garden. I am a woman who is so totally being turned on by my lover and yes I love it.

“Do that down there Gus.”

So he took my round glasses and beads and touched them all over my labia and ran the small pearl beaded chain over my labia too I was npw thrashing around and bucking,Oh GAWD what a lover Gus is! Where in hell’d he learn these things?”

Where he learned them was not important, what is, is that he knows what to do down there and he knows what to do with my tits. Damn, I can respect Gussy for this and I know we will get a lot closer.

By now I wanted my son in me way into me and I started to touch him down there.

“Lets sit up for a few Gus, I need to do something.”

So we sat up and I took that new pair of round glasses and wrapped its beaded neck chain round my sons cock and stroked his balls with my new reading glasses.

“Oh Mom, I see you really want me to like these.”

“Yes I do and I want you hard when you get into me.”

A few minutes later my son was harder than rebar, Those heavy rods of iron or steel used to put more strength in concrete.

I was now wearing that large round pair of glasses as my son came into me and the way he looked at me was so full of love, and I said to myself, said to myself, “I love his fetishes.”

“Do me slow Gus, I want to enjoy this.”

And he did me nice and slow, I could smell his sex and feel his strength. He is all guy but dressed as me he was also harder than a rock, and that is just what I needed. He looked sexy in a skirt and blouse with heels, wearing my silver half-round glasses with the small purple beads.

I pulled him into me, my legs over his back with my patent black stiletto’s digging into him, later I would jerk him off with my new heels and have him cum those new round glasses he was liking and I love that he loves his moms things.

“Faster, harder Gus, do Mom really good now.” I said between some heavy breathing. I could feel him in me with a cock that would make my X-husband envious.

Just because he was a big prick, did not mean he had one.

My dear old pussy has not seen this much action in a while, she was being beat upon like a hurricane wall being battered by a boiling and quite angry sea and I am loving every minute of this. Then after hours of being pounded, that hurricane wall crashed to the ground as my son shot his cum way up into his mothers warm and loving pussy, and Damn it was probably the best orgasm I have had in quite a while. I could get used to this.

Holeee Crumins, what a mother needs from time to time to marmaris escort get back into sync with the hum drum of everyday living. I mean what an attitude adjuster a great lay is.

I would not have to hang out at bars looking for something from a guy I knew nothing about, probably he would get his needs filled an roll over and snore, Not with me.

“Oh Mom, Damn that was so good, how do ya feel now?”

“Like a million dollars an no tax! what a lover, where in hell did you learn the things you did to your mom?”

“Here, there and everywhere, than I think about you and wonder what you would really like to have done and thanks so much for the skirts and blouses and nylons.”

We got washed up abit and went down to eat, as we both had a serious case of the munchies, mom picked up a few roast beef subs with cheese black olives and mushrooms and I had some ber in the fridge.

We slept together that night and the next morning woke up feeling totally grand.

“Run over to the waffle house and pick me up a few breakfast sandwiches on wheat, sausage egg an cheese and bacon,egg an cheese and get what you want too.”

Mom was putting up coffee as I headed out to get the sandwiches.

We sat at the kitchen table with the afterglow of last night and I was so loving moms company.

“Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes,” said Mom.

My eyes were glued to the clock on the wall, in five minutes I headed to mom’s bedroom.

There sat Mom on her bed with a black lacey bra on and her new black patent heels as well as various pairs of her half-glasses. She had her new stiletto’s on the bed and I saw they had ankle straps.

“Mom, these are fuck-me pumps.”

“Are they now?” she said as she looked at me over the tops of her half-glasses.

Mom, I really like these half-moon glasses.

“Why do you call them half-moons. . .Gussy?”

“Actually, these are sold as ‘half-moons style’ reading glasses on the internet.”

Mom started to jerk me off as she lovingly stroked my balls with her new new large round glasses with the beads wrapped round my cock.

The smoothness and coolness of her glasses felt great on my balls as I saw the reflections of a candle in her silver half-glasses with the purple beads softly swaying.

Mom was ready as I came, rope after rope of thick white cum all over her new large round glasses. She kept miling my cock to get every last drop and her glasses were covered with the stuff she so loves. She licked those glasses clean, looked at me lovingly and smiled.

Later that day mom called me back to her bedroom, she was wearing a bra and panties as well as her sparkling black fuck-me pumps.

“Sit here Gussy.”

She took her silver half-glasses and wrapped the purple beads round my cock. Mom was now on her belly with her new large round glasses at the end of her nose with the small pearl beads hanging from them and as before a candle burning had its reflection in the sexy round glasses and with moms lips round my cock and her hand stroking my balls with her silver half-glasses.

I loved seeing moms head bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock, the reflection of that candle burning in her large round glasses is so erotic.

I came like I never came before and mom lost not a drop of that man sauce.

When she was done, we held each other for a while then took a nap together.

The

End.

This story is for you Molly, thankyou so much for your comments on my other stories

Raymond

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A lot of strange thoughts have been going through my mind lately. Since I broke up with my husband, I have been so horny. It wasn’t like he was giving me sex towards the end, so that was part of the problem. Joe walked out on me and now it is just my son Justin and myself in our apartment together. I have been looking at my son and thinking about his cock.

I know how wrong it is to have those thoughts but I see Justin walking around and I can clearly see his cock bulge in the shorts he wears. I often go back to my bed and get naked. I pull out one of my dildos and I go to work on my pussy. I push my plastic cock all the way inside me and dream it is Justin fucking me. I must have gone crazy one day. I think I called out Justin’s name he and must have heard me.

He came running into my bedroom and there I was naked with my artificial dick inside me. You should have seen his face. He turned to rush out of my room but I asked him to stay.

“Please Justin, don’t go!”

He turned around and walked over to where I was.

“I need you baby, please?” I called out to him.

I guess I was mildly shocked when my son began to strip out of his clothes. It was just like I had thought. Justin’s bone was long and thick. I sat up on the side of the bed. I reached out and took Justin’s cock fethiye escort in my hand and I stroked it.

“Suck on it Mom, I’ve been thinking about this,” he told me.

It was if we both needed each other and now we were acting on it. I took Justin into my mouth and his cock slid deep down my throat. Justin placed a hand on the back of my head and urged me to take every inch of his dick. I have to admit to gagging some as I sucked right down to the root. When I finally pulled away I was staring at an eight inch erect cock.

“Fuck me Justin,” I begged him.

I got onto my back and Justin climbed in between my thighs. He guided his long prick into place and he entered me. I let out this whimper as my son pushed all the way into me and then held his cock in place. My pussy muscles were twitching as I was squeezing Justin’s dick. I brought my legs up around his back and I locked them into place. Justin began to fuck me like I was his whore.

All those months I was thinking of this moment and here was my son pounding my wet hole. The beauty of having a young man as your lover is that he has so much stamina. Justin was twenty at the time. It seemed like he could fuck for hours. That first time we did it, my pussy was so sore alanya escort for the next few days. Justin circled his cock around inside me. He was hitting so many spots that I had multiple orgasms.

My pussy was soaked from all the juices my son stirred up. Justin also worked on my tits. I am a ‘C’ cup and my nipples are light brown and shaped like silver dollars. Justin lowered his face and he started biting on the tips of my nipples. I lost control of myself. I was screaming as Justin worked my body over with his mouth and cock together.

“I’m going to seed you Mom,” Justin kept repeating to me.

I was on the pill but I began thinking about my son coating my eggs with his sticky cum. What if he made me pregnant? It sent chills up and down my spine. I told Justin I needed his love cream inside me. I wanted him to explode in me and give me his hot juices. That must have been just what Justin needed to hear. He started to speed up and bury his cock as deep as he could. A few hard strokes like that and then Justin blasted me with his cum.

I felt the heat of his cream hitting my pussy walls. My body began to shake and I placed my hands on Justin’s hips and I held on as he continued to fuck me hard. I had more orgasms as my son manavgat escort filled my hole with his liquids. When Justin finally went soft, he pulled out and I could feel his load escaping from my pussy. His cum was running out and down my ass crack.

Hold me,” I begged Justin to wrap his arms around me to contain my body convulsions. He took me in his arms and we held onto each other after the hot sex we had just experienced.

“I’m going to fuck you Mom, as much as I want,” he told me.

He was right about that. This wouldn’t be a one time mistake on our parts. Each night Justin would be in my bed. I would get him hard with my mouth most times. Justin liked to get onto his back. I would climb over top and then guide his erect rod to my opening. I lowered myself as Justin brought his ass up and fill me with cock. He also liked to get me on all fours. He would make me crazy by rubbing his cock across my ass crack.

A few minutes of that and I would do anything he told me. I would feel his mushroom at my slit and he would drive into me as hard as he could. You could say I was crazy for my son’s cock. He would use my body and fill me with loads of his man sauce. It got me so worked up once that I told him that I wanted him to impregnate me.

“You want me to give you my baby seed for real?” He asked.

I told him yes, I would get off the pill and he could seed me until be gave me a big belly. That is what we are doing now. I just quit taking my birth control. You could say we are now practicing up for what is about to happen. The sex is more intense these days. I know one day soon Justin is going to give me his baby.

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This story is pure fiction. If incest stories bother you, please do not read.

I’ve been despondent since my wife died two years ago. I have a daughter and a son, both married and living on their own. My very pretty and gifted daughter, Rose, met Roger while in college and married soon after graduating. When son, Bob, was going to college, he moved in with a very gorgeous girl named, Betty. However, they married before graduating. All four of them now have productive jobs but no children as yet. They often invite me to their homes for dinner or social activities. Although that helps me from being so lonesome, I still miss my wife and having a love life of my own. One evening I was invited to my daughter’s home for dinner. When I arrived, son Bob and Betty were there, too. After partaking in the nice dinner Rose had prepared for us, we sat in the living room to relax with after dinner drinks.

My daughter, Rose, was always the inquisitive one. She asked me, “Dad, how is your love life? Are you dating anyone now?”

Everyone’s eyes turned toward me for an answer. “I haven’t been dating at all lately. The last lady I took out to dinner turned out to be a dud, as far as I was concerned.”

“That’s too bad. I asked you to call Gladys, a lady I know. Did you call her?”

“Yes, and she couldn’t meet me because she was dating someone else.”

“Sorry, that didn’t work out for you.”

Rose turned to the others to say, “We have to do something for my lonely dad.”

Bob responded with a slight chuckle in this voice, “I think he needs a lady for an intimate relationship. Being in bed with a lady is just what he needs to cheer him up.”

Bob’s wife, Betty, was quick with a response, “Dad is a very handsome guy. I don’t know why the ladies won’t go for him. I know I would if I had a chance.”

Bob looked at his wife, “What do you mean if you had a chance?”

“Dear husband, you know I love you very much, but we’re open minded about sex.” She looked around the room at everyone. “Why don’t we tell dad the truth that we two couples share sex.” The room hushed until Betty looked at me, “You’re not my real father, but I love you just the same and I’ll be the first to volunteer to get in bed with you, that is if Bob will agree.”

Betty looked at Bob for an answer.

Bob quickly replied, “Yes, we all want the best for dad. It’ll all be in the family, no outsiders.”

I had been sitting quietly in my chair listening to the conversation and could hardly believe what they were saying. Were they actually suggesting that these two lovely women, one of them my own daughter, are willing to have sex with me?

“Wait a minute,” I said, “I know you want to cheer me up, but that is going to an extreme. If I did have sex with you, I might get you pregnant. I just can’t do it.”

Rose said in a very stern voice, “Dad, we’re going to get you out of your slump and we’re going to make you feel good. I’m on the pill so you’re not getting me pregnant.”

Betty took her turn to say, “I’ve been wanting to get pregnant and these two guys have been unable to do it. I keep thinking about going to the doctor to see if we can determine the problem. Maybe it’s just me and I can’t get impregnated. You’re a healthy man and fathered my handsome husband. Maybe I would like to get pregnant by you.”

I kept looking at these two beautiful girls and felt like I could go along with their suggestion even though one is my own daughter Previously, I could never imagine having sex with my daughter, but now I’m looking at her in a different way. She is a sexy looking grown woman and married.

“Dad,” Betty said, “I think tonight would be a good time to start making you feel better. It’s not too late for me to go in the bedroom with you right now.”

Rose butted in to say, “Wait a minute. He is my dad and I want to be the first to initiate him. I can take him into my bedroom and you two won’t have to wait around until dad and I are finished to go home. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Guess that does make sense right now,” Bob said, “Betty and I can go on home. Betty can take her turn later in the week.”

“Bob plays poker with his buddies on Wednesday night,” Betty said, “It will give me something to do while he is gone. I can go over to dad’s house where he has a big king size bed.”

I still could hardly believe what was happening. Two beautiful women deciding between themselves when they would have sex with me. I just kept quiet because I didn’t know what to say.

When the conversation quieted down, Betty looked at me to say, “Is that alright with you Dad?”

All I could say was, “Very good. I’m looking forward to it and I thank all of you. I love you all.”

Everyone started saying the same thing at the same time, “And we love you too, Dad.”

Bob and Betty got up to leave. Betty came over to me for a big hug and said, “Enjoy your time with Rose tonight. I’ll be over to your home about seven on Wednesday evening to see you. Goodnight for now.”

Once bahçelievler escort they were out the door, Rose said, “Come on Dad, I used to have a big crush on you.” She turned to her husband to ask, “What do you plan to do while I’m entertaining dad?”

“I haven’t had time to read a book I’ve started. I’ll read awhile.”

“Ok. That’s settled, come on Dad, let go.”

Again, it was difficult for me to comprehend that I was walking down the hall toward the bedroom with my daughter. I had done that many times years ago to tuck her in bed and tell her I loved her before she went to sleep with her dolls in bed. Now this was a different walk. I was beginning to get an erection watching her walk in front of me.

“Dad, lets use the master bedroom because it will be more comfortable for both of us.”

I didn’t say anything while I followed her into the bedroom. Then she shut the door and we were alone. The rest of the world was shut out for the time being.

“Dad, go ahead and start getting undressed. I have to use the bathroom a minute.”

I then started to get out of my clothes assuming she would be right back before I was undressed. Finally when my shorts came down and off my feet, I was completely nude and she was still in the bathroom, so I crawled in bed and pulled the sheet up.

Then I saw my beautiful daughter walk out of the bathroom wearing a very pretty and sexy short nighty. That really gave me an erection that was covered up by the sheet.

I exclaimed, “Rose, you are very beautiful and sexy too.”

As she stood there looking at me covered with the sheet, she said, “Dad I told you I used to have a crush on you. Do you remember Johnny Brown?”

“Yes, I remember him.”

“You told me that I couldn’t date him anymore because he was no good. I sneaked out and dated him one more time. To spite you, I let him take my virginity, but after that one night I had nothing to do with him anymore. I knew he was a no good guy and I loved you for telling me to get rid of him. I also knew I loved you and wanted sex with you after letting him fuck me. Of course, mom was sleeping in your bed and I never let you know my intimate feelings for you.”

Her confession surprised me completely, “I’m so sorry if I caused you to lose your virginity that way.”

“That’s alright, Dad, it’s all in the past but I wanted to let you know. Now I’m going to get in bed with you and make my fantasy come true.”

Rose pulled the sheet back to get in bed. That exposed my erection.

She said rather gleefully, “Dad, you have an erection already.”

“Of course, you were standing there beside the bed dressed in that see through sexy nighty. Who wouldn’t be turned on?”

“Let me get in bed and hug me good. Make love to me.”

We rolled together facing each other. Our lips met in an open mouth kiss. That caused a sexual feeling to go down to make my cock even harder. After a couple more kisses like that, I tugged at her nighty to bring it up and off over her head. Then she pressed her naked body to mine as we kissed again.

“Dad, you really know how to kiss. Mom told me you are not circumcised. I’ve never had a man that way and I’ve never seen a cock like that. I want to see yours.”

She threw the sheet back to look down. She moved her hand down to clasp my erection and began to slowly jack me.

“That is so interesting, all that skin rolling up and down. I wonder how that is going to feel in me.”

She tugged at me to get on top of her while she rolled to lie on her back. She reached down between our bodies to hold my cock. I could feel her move her hand back and forth as if to play with the foreskin. I lowered my body as she aimed my cock at her hole. She was very juicy and I was soon fully buried in her.

I asked, “Can you feel any difference between my cock and Roger’s circumcised cock?”

“Now that you are in me, I can’t tell the difference. However, your cock is bigger than my husband’s cock and it feels very good.” She chuckled when she said, “Now I know what mom got all the time.”

I started slow back and forth movements. Then she said, “You are a little heavy on me. Let’s turn over with me on top.”

We rolled over allowing Rose to be on top. Then she sat up on me which allow her shapely breasts to stare me in the face. I pulled her down a little as I raised my head to kiss her nipples.

“Dad, you are a very sexy guy and a real stud. Now I’m going to ride you until we both have orgasms.”

She started gyrating on me as I was pushing up to her. I wanted her to have an orgasm either before I did or at the same time. I had to hold back to keep from cumming too soon. Then I heard her starting to breath harder and her gyrations became more frantic. I was on the edge of cumming as she started groaning and grunting through her orgasm. Now I was spurting cum in her pussy with every jerk of my cock. I was enjoying it so much that I was bağcılar escort grunting and practically yelling. Then I became worried that Roger might hear me in the living room.

She soon rolled off of me and laid by my side. We laid there for a couple of minutes before she said, “That was great, Dad. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“That was fantastic, Daughter, dear.”

She continued, “I wanted to take your cock in my mouth to explore an un-circumcised cock. Next time, let’s take a shower and I’ll do it.”

“That will be fine with me. I’ll really enjoy that”

Just then there was a light knock at the door and the door opened.

Rose responded, “Come on in Roger, we just finished.”

“Yes, I heard your dad making noises as you were finishing. I think I heard you too even though I was sitting in the living room.”

I said, “Guess we were a little noisy, but it was very enjoyable. I’ll get up and get dressed to leave you two love bird alone.”

Rose answered with a chuckle, “Dad, I think that is a good idea. I expect Roger is ready for me after you leave.”

I got up to dress and then went out the bedroom door. Roger and Rose followed me into the living room and I noticed Rose was wearing only the thin sexy short nighty. I shook Roger’s hand and kissed Rose lightly on the lips as I left. Rose’s parting words were, “Dad, we’ll do this again sometime.”

I was tired and well satisfied when I returned home and went to bed. Evidently, I slept very good because I didn’t wake up until the alarm sounded. I laid in bed a short time to think. Did I actually have sex with my daughter or was it only a dream? Maybe it was a wonderful dream. No, it was actually true. How could I have done such an incest thing? I was beginning to feel disgusted with myself. Would Roger be angry with me for fucking his wife? Last night, he didn’t seem to mind. Then I remembered Betty said the two couples shared sex and they wanted to include me. That was a wonderful gesture to want to include me and I should be happy and proud that my kids think that much of me.

I crawled out of bed, got dressed, had breakfast and drove to my office. It was difficult to do productive work that day because my mind kept wondering back to sex with my family. I was beginning to realize I had a good future with them. Now Betty wanted to come over on Wednesday evening to get in bed with me. I kept picturing her seductive body in my mind and the thought of stripping her clothes off. Just seeing her naked would be a big thrill, but in addition to that I’ll have sex with her. I think I am a lucky guy to have a loving family.

It seemed that the time went by very slowly because I was looking forward to Wednesday evening. When I arrived home from work on Wednesday evening, I had a quick dinner, took a shower, shaved and put on after shave cologne. Maybe Betty and I would take a shower together, but in the event we didn’t, I wanted to be clean.

Promptly at seven o’clock, I heard a car pull into my driveway. I walked out the front door to greet Betty.

“Hello, Betty, it’s nice to see you again. You look rather pretty this evening.”

“I was rushed a little bit to be here by seven, but I did take time to take a shower, changes clothes and freshened up my makeup to look nice for you, dad.”

“I think you always look nice and that blouse and skirt you are wearing sure makes you look sexy. Come on inside and we’ll have a cocktail.”

Once we two were seated in the living room with a drink in our hands, I held up my glass for a quick toast, “Here’s to us in our new relationship. I want to thank you for being so kind to me.”

“I call you my dad because I love you and you have done so many thoughtful things for Bob and me. For instance, you gave us a considerable sum of money for a down payment on our house. We would still be living in that small apartment if you weren’t so kind and sweet to help us. You have done so many good things for both us and Rose. It’s time we helped you out of your loneliness.”

“I helped you and Rose without any thought of something in return, but your gift of giving yourselves is wonderful to me.”

By the time we finished our drinks, Betty said, “We both have to go to work in the morning, so let’s don’t sit here very long. One drink is enough for me because I have to drive home.”

Betty and I had been sitting facing each other. She got up, kicked off her shoes, walked bare footed to sit on the couch with me and put one hand on my leg near my crotch. That gave me a tingling feeling that started giving me an erection. I put my arm around her and turned to face her. Our lips first met in a light kiss and then immediately meshed again for a very sexy kiss. Then the hand she had on my leg moved to rub my growing cock in my pants. As I kissed her again, my hand massaged her breasts through her blouse. We broke the kiss and she started removing her blouse then her bra. I complimented ümraniye escort her, “You have beautiful breasts.” One of my hands roamed over her bare breasts, then I leaned over to kiss her nipples.

I raised back up to face her, “I think it’s time to go in the bedroom.”

We got up and walked down the hall. As we entered the bedroom, I said, “You mentioned you had a shower before coming over here and I just had one, too, so do you want to shower again.?

“We’re clean enough, I think, let’s get in bed,” Betty said with a smile.

Betty unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Now I watched as her panties were pushed down to expose her beautiful naked body, then she slid in bed under the sheet. I shed my clothes as fast as possible and joined her under the sheet. We kissed some more as our hands roamed over out bodies. I was wondering if she would take my cock in her mouth.

I didn’t have to wait long before she said, “I’m going to see what you have down here.”

By now the sheet had been pushed down and practically off the bed. She clasped my cock with one hand and slowly jacked it.

She commented, “Rose called me to say that you had not been circumcised. I just had to take a look.”

Then I felt her lips circle the head as she continued to slowly jack my cock. I watched as her mouth went down to envelop a few inches of my cock. That gave me such a good thrill to see this beautiful lady go down on me and I knew if she kept it up very long, I would fill her mouth. About that time she removed her mouth to jack it a little and watch the foreskin roll up and down.

She looked up at me, “That is very interesting. I wonder if will feel different in me, I mean different than Bob’s cock. Rose told me on the phone that she couldn’t feel any difference when it was in her.”

I didn’t realize the two ladies had discussed my cock that much, but I guess since they trade off with each other’s husband, they can discuss most anything about sex.

Since she was so curious about my un-circumcised cock, I said, “I’m going to scoot down in bed a little more to give us room, then you get on top of me in the six nine position.”

She didn’t comment as we got into the position I suggested. Now I could see pussy and ass close up. I thought she had a cute puckered ass hole, so I preceded to lick my tongue over her pussy lips and on up to lightly lick over her ass. As I did that, I could feel her ass pucker. Evidently she liked that.

I couldn’t see her mouth on my cock, but she was sure giving me some thrills. Again, I didn’t want to cum too soon and had to concentrate on not cumming. I couldn’t control that very good when I was much younger, but now with age, I had better control.

I was licking and sucking on her delicious clit and noticed she was acting as if she might have an orgasm. I concentrated more on her clit and soon she was pushing her pussy harder into my face and started making noises. This caused me to nearly start cuming in her mouth, but I was able to hold it. I wanted to wait and fuck her.

Her body soon became very relaxed and her breathing was very slow and soft. After we laid in the position for maybe five minutes, she whispered, “I want this hard thing in me.”

“I was just waiting for you to say something like that.”

I continued to lie on my back as she turned around and sat up on me. She raised up, aimed my cock and slowly sat down. That felt very good to me. She started making small movements.

Then she said, “That orgasm you just gave me was very good. Now I want to get pregnant.”

I hadn’t thought of that since the other night. The two guys had been trying to get her pregnant without results. Could it be that I could father her child? Another thought came to my mind. I fucked my daughter the other night. Could I get her pregnant even if she is on the pill? I doubt it.

She was making my cock feel very good as she had control fucking me. I kept pushing up to her in time with her movements. I kept thinking about the possibility of getting her pregnant. My cock was about ready to burst since she was so sexily grinding into me. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back any more, she started yelling, “Oh….make me pregnant.. Make me pregnant…” Her orgasm came on strong as my cock was spurting my potent sperm into her womb. As we were coming down from our highs, I wondered if I had made her pregnant. It would be a few more weeks before we would know for sure.

When our breathing became normal again, she laid by my side. “Dad, I want you to fuck me some more a few nights from now. Maybe this weekend. I really would like to have a child.”

“What would my son, Bob, think if I fathered your child?”

“I had already agreed to come over here to get in bed with you, but later he encouraged me to have sex with you on a regular basis to try to get me pregnant. He thinks your sperm would be better than going to a sperm bank.”

Now I realized she was desperate to have a child and they wanted me to fuck her often. However, if both of the guys can’t get her pregnant, I probably can’t either. But I’m going to enjoy trying.

I slipped my short on while watching Betty dress. As we walked into the living room, Betty made a casual remark, “I’ll probably get home before Roger and that will give me time to clean up some more. I expect he’ll want sex..”

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This is a male’s attempt at writing from the female perspective.

*

“Hi! My name is Cassandra. I will be 20 years old tomorrow. I’m 5’9″ tall, a little on the thin side, small breasted, dark red, curly hair. In the last two years I have spent, or misspent my time, trying to get in bed with a large number of people, mostly guys. And I thought I would tell you about my adventures.”

I think my favorite is the first time I did my uncle Ray. Ray is my mother’s younger brother. I’ve had a crush on him since I was 13. I spent years fantasizing about how cool it would be to have sex with him, but never acted on it until my eighteenth birthday. Ray has always been fun to be around. Always goofing off. Much to his wife’s chagrin, he spends a lot of time with his nieces and nephews at family gatherings. I think ,maybe, he just doesn’t want to grow old, so he spends his time with us kids.

I didn’t wake up that morning with a plan to seduce him, but things have a way of working out. My parents had planned a big family pool party, complete with cookout, cake, beer, all the necessary stuff. People started coming over around lunch time, eating burgers, jumping in the pool, swigging beer, and just having an all-around good time. I had cousins over. Some were my age, some were older, some younger and we spent more time splashing in the pool than the adults. Except for Ray. Ray kept diving in, dunking a lot of us kids, and having a great time. At least until his bitch-wife, Betsy started yelling at him to act his age. Finally aggravated, she left in a huff, leaving Ray to stay overnight, since neither of my parents were sober enough to drive him home.

My older cousin Mary, on more than one occasion that day, mentioned how hot Ray was, especially in a bathing suit, which, when wet, showed off a rather nice package. At one point, she even told me that she wondered how it would feel to fuck him.

“Mary! He’s your uncle!” I said, surprised at her unsolicited display of horns.

“Yeah! That’s what makes me want him! It’s that forbidden fruit thing! I just think it would be sooo cool to have him cum inside me!” she answered before swimming over to him and trying to dunk him.

Watching her shameless display of wrapping her legs around him and grabbing his head and pulling it into her ample cleavage, I decided then and there that I would make my move that night.

For the rest of the afternoon Mary, Ray and I romped in the pool, dunking, splashing, having an all-around good time. Lots of laughing, flirting, and not-so innocent rubbing up against him.

Before she left, I told Mary of my plan. She totally approved and made me promise to text her with all the lurid details the next day.

Ray was pretty well toasted by evening and excused himself, going downstairs to the guest bedroom to sleep it off. I went up to my room to work out the details of my plan, setting my alarm for 1 a.m. I had a tough time getting to sleep, finally having to pull my vibe from the bedside table and jill off twice before I could get to sleep.

The alarm went off, and I silently descended the two flights to the basement. I had put on a semi-see-through baby doll set that had worked so well in the past at getting my boyfriend hard. Gently opening the door, I entered Ray’s room, leaving the door slightly open so I could see my way in.

Pulling up the covers, I found Ray asleep, wearing his boxers. As I crawled into bed, he stirred, not awake enough to know what was happening. I snuggling up in front of him, pressing my ass against his crotch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my right breast, holding it in place. His hand felt so nice as it molded to my small, pointed breast and I sighed, feeling my pussy moisten. “Uncle Ray” I whispered. Still a little foggy from the afternoon beers, he didn’t react at first, just moaning in reply.

“Uncle Ray” I said again, a little louder.

“Huh! What! Cassie what are you doing here?” he said, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head.

“I ….I was lonely, Uncle Ray. I ..I didn’t think you’d mind if I stayed here with you tonight”

It was then that he realized where his hand was and tried to pull it away. I caught it, held it there. “It’s OK Uncle Ray, I liked that”

“But…but…you’re my niece You shouldn’t be here!” he stammered. üsküdar escort

I let go, sat up and turned on the light. I wanted him to see me! I started to cry, hoping that it would weaken his resolve. “I’m sorry! I thought you wouldn’t mind. I needed to be with somebody tonight.”

He sat up pulled me close and said, “It’s OK Cassie! But why tonight? And why me?”

“It’s my eighteenth birthday! And I was supposed to out and celebrate with Brad, but he broke up with me last week!” I lied, knowing he wouldn’t have a clue about my love life. ” And it was so much fun in the pool this afternoon. I really didn’t think you’d mind. You’ve always been my favorite uncle.”

“I’m flattered Cassie! Really! I love you a bunch! But I’m your mother’s brother. If she came down here and saw us right now, well, she’d have me shot!”

Now was my chance to lay the guilt trip on him. “So, you don’t think I’m that pretty? Not like Mary?”

“What are you talking about?” he said. I could finally see that my outfit was registering with him. “Of course you’re pretty”

Sticking out my lower lip, pouting for effect . I repeated, “But not like Mary”

“What’s Mary got to do with it? He said, trying not to look at my gauze covered chest, my nipples tenting the material.

“She has nicer tits than me!” I blubbered.

“Bullshit! He said, “There’s nothing wrong with your…er… um”

“Tits?” I filled in. breathing in, stretching the baby doll top.

“Well, yeah!” he said trying not to stare

Now was the moment that would make or break the evening! I lifted my top over my head and moved closer to him. “You really think so? I think they’re kinda small.” My nipples were only a couple of inches from his face.

He couldn’t take his eyes off them, but he wouldn’t move closer either. “See! You don’t like them!” I said in mock anger.

I could see the conflict in his face. Here he was with a woman in his bed, practically throwing herself at him. But that woman was his own flesh and blood. I could sense that he wanted me. I could see the growing tent in his shorts. I had to make my move now!

“This is wrong!” he said. “You’re my niece!” He was still staring at the puffy crowns on my chest, his lips slightly open. I leaned forward, brushing my left nipple against his lips. It sent an electric shock through me, directly to my pussy. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him pull away, his brain triumphing over his cock. It was only for a second, but it felt like forever. Then, I felt his lips part and his tongue gently caress the dusty rose nub that sat on my chest.

My hands went to his head and I held him to my nipple as I moaned in ecstasy. “Ohhh God, Uncle Ray! That feels so good!” All I could hear in return was Ray moaning into my chest. In spite of the desire to feed him my tits, I knew I had to do something to completely draw him in. I reached down toward his waist, wrapping my hand around the thick pole still in his boxers, using the soft cloth to caress his long hard dick.

I felt him loosen his grip on my left nipple and prayed that he wasn’t going to stop, that his conscience would not get the better of him. My prayers were answered by his lips enveloping my right nipple. I could hear him sucking greedily on it. Smiling, I moaned in encouragement as I fished his cock from his underwear, my thumb rubbing against the bulbous head, smearing pre-cum all over the velvety soft skin.

He moaned into my small breast as he continued to suckle. Then I felt his hand rubbing against my baby doll panties. “Oh, yes! Uncle Ray! Yes! Don’t stop!” I whispered throatily as his fingers slid inside, drawing circles against my bare skin. I felt his finger slip up inside my weeping pussy. “Oh God!” I moaned as his finger sunk deeper, his thumb rubbing against my clit. “Make me cum Ray! Make me cum!”

Leaving his thumb in place, he began slamming his finger deeper and faster inside me as he kissed across my chest, first one nipple, then the other. On one of his trips across my chest, I grabbed his head with both hands, lifted it to my lips and shoved my tongue into his mouth, moaning in need as I did so. I humped against his hand as we frenched, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I let him re-attach gaziemir escort his lips to my tits, enjoying the sexual current that flowed from my chest to my cunt. Then it hit me. Suddenly! Completely! I orgasmed as he fingered my clit. “Ohh God! Uncle Rayyyy! Ohhh Fuck!” I moaned loudly as I soaked his fingers and palm with my juices.

Still trembling from my sudden orgasm, I tried to tear his boxers off. I wanted him naked! I had to see his cock, feel his cock, taste his cock . I wanted to OWN his cock! He stood up from the couch, and shucked the boxers from his hips, letting them fall to the floor.

His manhood was right in front of me. Long, thin, smooth, with a gentle upward curve crowned by a dark pink head and a droplet of clear liquid forming at his slit. I leaned in to kiss the greasy tip, swirling my tongue all around the mushroom head all sticky with pre-cum. I moaned again as he pushed his hips forward, feeding me more of himself. The silky smooth, taut skin of his dick slipped easily to the back of my throat and I closed my lips around it, sucking loudly on the long slim poker as it sawed in and out of my face. I could feel the ridges of his veins as I slid my lips up and down on his shaft. I felt the velvety hardness of his crown as it bumped the back of my throat! I looked up at him, seeing his eyes completely closed, his mouth slack, his hips moving back and forth. I had him! I knew then that he was mine! That he would cum in my pussy, my mouth, anywhere I wanted! That he would do anything I asked! The thought made me shudder with a pleasurable mini-orgasm!

I pulled my mouth from his saliva coated shaft, grabbing it with my right hand. Stroking it slowly, I reached underneath and hefted his testicles. “Uncle Ray..” I said as my lips caressed the left one. “Uncle Ray…” I repeated. His eyes opened and he looked down at me, lust filling his gaze. “Uncle Ray….Fuck me!” Then I popped the orb into my mouth, sucking gently. My tongue massaged the delicate organ. He moaned, his hands descending to my head.

I let it go, dragging my tongue over the crinkled skin of his sac. “Will you?” I waited for a second before sucking in the other one. I let it go. “Please?” I sucked in the first one again, still looking up at him.

“Oh God, Cassie! That feels so good! God knows I want to, but I shouldn’t!”

I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, my pussy grinding against his rigid cock. “Fuck me, Uncle Ray! I want you inside me! Don’t you want that too?”

I could still see the conflict in his face, so I shifted my hips a little. Just enough to nestle the head of his prick just inside me. Grabbing my ass cheeks, he turned and sat down, careful not to dislodge his member from the cleft of my pussy, and let go, allowing his entire length to stretch my cunt open as he slid inside.

We both groaned with pleasure as he filled me up. ” Oh God, Uncle Ray! So Big! So good!” My lips sought out his, my tongue delving into his mouth as I ground my pussy against him. Breaking the sloppy wet kiss, I whispered, ‘Fuck me Ray! Fuck me hard!”

His hands all over my breasts, his lips locked to mine, our tongues darting back and forth in our mouths, he bounced me on his lap, my wet cunt all but letting him escape before swallowing up his entire length, my pussy lips kissing his balls each time I landed.

It was a noisy fuck. Our bodies slapping together! His cock squishing in and out of my wetness. Both of us moaning, talking dirty between sloppy kisses. The room reeked of sex, but that only fed the fire, making both of us want more.

Too soon, Ray grunted. I felt his cock swell up for a moment, then spit gobs of warm sperm deep into my belly. I could feel him twitch as he ground against me, filling me up with his seed, all the while moaning into my mouth.

Panting from exertion, we sat there for a minute, not moving, not talking, just enjoying the moment. Looking into his eyes, I could see the guilt returning. I whispered, “Uncle Ray. That was the best I’ve ever had!”

“Too soon!” he said, still breathing hard, “Way too soon!”

“How long has it been?” I asked feeling his cock soften inside me.

“About eight months” he answered in a dejected tone, “Betsy’s just sancaktepe escort not interested anymore.”

“But I am!” I replied, getting off his cum and honey soaked lap. “Oh! Look at the mess I made!” I said smiling as I looked down at the matted hair surrounding his flaccid member. Kneeling in front of him, I picked it up and started giving it ice cream cone licks as I looked him in the eye.

Smiling down at me, he opened his legs, giving me better access. I took advantage and sucked his still leaking helmet into my mouth, moaning as I felt the soft smooth underside of his manhood as it rested on my tongue. I sucked and licked until it responded, the blood re-entering and engorging the soft spongy tissue. I loved the feel of his cock as it stiffened in my mouth. All the bumps and ridges. The smooth, taught skin, soft to the touch, but rigid at the same time, as it poked against the back of my throat. Pulling off, I licked my lips and asked, “Ray, what’s your favorite position?”

Somewhat surprised at the question, he replied with one of his own. “Why do you ask, Cassie?”

“I’m still horny, silly! I want you to tell me how you want me. And don’t tell me you don’t! Your cock says different!” I replied as I gave it a gentle tug.

Smiling again, he said, “Doggy! Betsy hates it that way. She says its degrading!”

Presenting my backside to him, legs spread, my hands pulling my cheeks apart, cum still glistening at the entrance of my cunt, I looked over my shoulder and replied, “Degrade me! Fuck me like a bitch in heat! I need it Uncle Ray! Hard and fast! And I think you do too!”

With hardly a second thought, he crawled up behind me and pressed the dark pink knob against the lust swollen lips of my pussy. Placing his hands on my hips, he thrust forward, sinking quickly into me until his testicles bumped against me. “Oh God, yes, Ray! Fill me! Fuck me! Punish your naughty little niece for making you sin like this!”

Without speaking he slapped my ass hard, leaving a handprint on my pale skin as he rode me hard. He reached around and grabbed my left breast, kneading it in his fist. Pinching and pulling at my nipple. His other hand went right for my clit, rubbing circles around it, then flicking across it, sending jets of pleasure-pain coursing through my body.

“Use me Ray! Make me your little cum slut!” I groaned as I pushed back against his thrusts, his full length filling me, stretching me. His hands playing, pulling, rubbing, tweaking, leading me toward another orgasm. At one point , he grabbed my hair, like reins and rode me hard, slamming in and out, my pussy farting with each thrust. His hands were all over my tits, my hips, my clit. It began to build faster, each thrust bringing me closer and closer.

“Ohh fuck! Gonna cum! Don’t stop! Make me cum, Ray! Pleeeasse!” I screamed into the pillow, not wanting to wake the whole house, as I felt the spasms start in my cunt, pulsing around his invading cock, radiating out to my nipples, making my toes curl.

It took another minutes of body slapping for him to reach the point where he was ready to cum again. I could sense it more than feel it. “Cum for baby, Ray! I need it! I need it all! Let me taste it!” I begged him.

He pulled his glistening member from deep within me. “Here baby!” he said.

I turned around and stared at the shiny head, all covered with froth from our previous fuck, opened my mouth, letting it rest on my tongue. Looking into his eyes, I grabbed the shaft and stroked until he went rigid, grunting loudly.

“Ohhh Fuck, Cassie!” he whispered as his prick poured its contents onto my tongue, filling my mouth with his warm, salty, life giving sperm. After letting him watch my tongue get coated , I closed my lips around his still pulsing shaft, sucking the last remnants from his dick, letting some of it drip out of the corners of my mouth, down his length, over my fist, pooling in the pubic hair at its base.

Totally spent, he sat down beside me, panting with the exertion of our act. I sat in his lap, rubbing the leftover cum into my ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Surprised at first, he quickly responded, by opening his mouth and letting me give him back some of the deliciously warm juices of our just completed incestuous fuck.

After a few minutes, we broke our embrace and I got him to promise me, that whenever he needed it, I would be available for him. “You don’t need to depend on Betsy for this anymore, Ray. You can have me any time, any way you want!” I said as I slipped back into my baby dolls and went back to my own bed.

That was the first of many nights we spent together.

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There we were, three siblings in the same room but in very different positions. On the bed sat Rebecca and me, our arms wrapped around each other’s nude bodies, my dick firmly entrenched in her warm pussy, our chests heaving from our just-concluded sex session. And in the doorway stood Amy, our youngest sister, clad in T-shirt and shorts, too shocked to do anything other than stare at the two of us.

Rebecca, or Becky, and I just looked at Amy. But I was looking at her in another way. I didn’t see her clothes, I didn’t see her look as if she had just seen someone die. No, I saw her as a young, nubile and very naked sister. And one whom I was about to make mad, passionate love to.

As for Becky, she turned her head away, cowering in shame, whimpering and sobbing. She was ashamed to be seen naked by her sister, let alone embraced by her brother. I placed a comforting hand on her hand. “Don’t worry,” I said, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

I turned to Amy. “Come here.”

She shook her head, still too shocked to say anything.

I sighed. At least she hadn’t run away… yet. I knew that I had to act quickly if I wanted to get her while she was still unsure of what to do. I lay Becky down on the bed and pulled out of her. She winced as my dick slid out of her wet hole. I smiled and said, “Be right back.” And, to add good measure, I squeezed a nipple. I got out of bed and walked towards Amy, my limp dick hanging loosely and swinging as I moved. Her eyes were fixed on it though she was still in a state of shock.

I stood in front of her and placed both hands on her shoulders. “Look Amy,” I said softly, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She looked up at me, unsure of what to say.

I took her hand that was still covering her mouth and brought it to my dick. She gasped and took a step back. Luckily, I was still gripping her shoulder and was able to stop her from making any further sudden movements. I placed her hand on my dick and made her wrap her fingers around it. She made a noise, like a sigh.

“You like it?” I asked.

She looked at me, then at Becky, who was still lying on her bed. She had turned to her side and was watching me make Amy fondle me. She became excited and brought a hand to her freshly fucked cunt. As Amy and I watched, she began rubbing herself and squeezing the folds of her labia. Her mouth was open and we saw her start to pant.

“Looks like Becky likes what she sees,” I said to Amy.

She looked at me, then down at my dick. “No!” she screamed and took her hand off it. She glared at me as if daggers were shooting out of her eyes. “We can’t do this, you’re my brother, for crying out loud!”

“But you just saw me with Becky and you know how much she liked it,” I tried to reason.

“Yes, but…” She looked at Becky again, who now had two fingers in her pussy, which she was moving in and out of her aggressively, while her other hand squeezed one of her large breasts. I smiled at the sight. Which guy wouldn’t be turned on by that? I looked at Amy. Hmm, it also seemed that no girl could resist becoming excited by my sister’s masturbation.

“Amy,” I said softly.

She looked at me. “No, no,” she protested, “whatever you and Becky did is wrong and I won’t be a part of it. I won’t!” And she ran out of the room before I could stop her.

I sighed. This was going to be difficult. Amy was always a prude, even though she was a college freshman, she had resolutely refused to have sex. I don’t think she even masturbated. It seemed that she subscribed to that age-old belief of sex after marriage. Well, I couldn’t have that, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to receive my gift from mom… which was starting to intrigue me. What did she have in mind for me? I couldn’t wait to find out, and to do so, I needed to get my dick in Amy’s pussy — or any other hole.

I glanced over at Becky, who was so deep into her masturbation that she didn’t know what was going on in her room any more. I shrugged, deciding to leave her alone there while I went after my target: Amy. Without bothering to put on a stitch of clothing, I walked directly to Amy’s room and threw the door open. She was sitting on her bed, her legs brought up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her shins and her head resting on her knees. She was crying uncontrollably and it broke my heart. I didn’t mean it to be so traumatic for her. Sex was supposed to be a wonderful, joyful experience and if I shattered that belief from her just because she had caught me with my dick in Becky’s cunt, then it was up to me to change her mind.

“Amy, may I come in?” I said softly.

She turned around and glared at me. “Go away!” she screamed. “You’re a disgusting çeşme escort man and a terrible brother! You don’t deserve to be alive!”

“But Amy, c’mon,” I said as I walked in.

“I said get out!” And she threw a pillow at me.

I caught it in the air and set it down by the door. “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to talk, can we do that?”

“No, because if we talk, I know you’re just going to make me have sex with you. And I don’t want that!”

“Do you really think that?”

“Then why aren’t you wearing anything?”

I looked down at myself and realized that I was as bare as the day I was born. It suited me fine, but it made Amy visibly uncomfortable. If I wanted to approach her, I would have to play it her way for now. I looked around and saw the pillow that she had thrown at me. I picked it up, placed it against my crotch, then walked towards her. “Is that better?”

She looked at me. “Eww, now you’ve made my pillow nasty! You’re disgusting.”

I didn’t say anything, but inside, I smiled, at least she had stopped screaming at me to leave. I took the opportunity to sit at her side, our hips touching each other. As I sat there, I looked over her 18-year-old body. Her shirt was form-fitting and showed off her naturally slim figure and respectably-sized 34C breasts. Behind, the roundness of her ass was showed off from the way she sat and with the tight shorts that she had on. God, she was so beautiful and seductive, it was hard to believe that she had managed to fend off any sexual advances to protect her virginity. I leaned down and saw her red eyes with tears running down the sides of her face. It hurt me. I dabbed her dry with my fingers. She looked at me and smiled, then turned away.

“We can’t do this, it’s wrong,” she sputtered. “It’s incest and we could go to jail for it.”

“But nobody has to know, just you, me, Becky and…”

She turned her head slightly. “And who?”

“Mom.”

She jumped and turned to face me. “What?!” she screamed. “You mean… you and… mom…”

I nodded.

“But… but… when?”

“Last night. Remember that job I had?” And I recounted my encounter in Greener’s Park. I had landed the job as an escort, without realizing that my hirer was mom. That led to us going home, then my comforting her, then our unleashed sexual attraction and passion for each other. I described in extremely vivid detail what happened the entire evening. When I reached the part about undressing mom, I heard Amy take in a sharp breath. I smiled inwardly. I was getting the exact reaction that I wanted. I continued my description, making sure that I left no juicy detail out. By the time I told her about mom and me on her bed, Amy was clearly out of control. She tried to maintain some degree of composure, but from the way her breathing had quickened and her perspiration was starting to cover her smooth arms, I knew that she was very horny and excited. When I ended my story, making sure that I emphasized how much mom enjoyed my cumming in her womb, Amy’s eyes had become wider than I had ever seen and her hands were trembling. I stopped talking and let my story sink in.

“You… you mean… mom liked…?” Amy stammered.

I nodded before she could finish her sentence. “She loved it so much, she said that we should be lovers.” Of course, I left out the bit about needing to complete my task with fucking both my sisters before mom lived up to her part of the deal.

“And you… came in her?”

“Yup. And I came in Becky too.”

“Won’t they get pregnant?”

I pondered that for a while. It hadn’t occurred to me at all, I was just so caught up with the passion that nothing else mattered except shooting my sperm into the wombs of my mother and sister. “Well, I know Becky’s on birth control, I’m not sure about mom though.”

“If she becomes pregnant, the child might be deformed.”

“Is that what you’re concerned about? Becoming pregnant with a deformed child?”

“No!” she shot back at me. “I’m concerned about how disgusting it can be to have sex with mom and Becky!”

“Well, I can assure you that they didn’t find it disgusting.” I paused, then added, “And maybe you won’t too.”

“What? No, I could never!”

“Are you sure? You seemed to enjoy touching my dick just now.”

She turned away. “No, no, I didn’t.” But her ears blushed and that gave her away.

“Yes, you did, and I know I liked it too.”

“You’re disgusting.”

I removed the pillow and threw it aside. My dick was now clearly exposed. The thought that I would be fucking Amy soon made it start to harden.

“Look at it.”

She did.

“Please…” başakşehir escort she begged. But I wouldn’t have any of it. I took her hand, she didn’t resist. I then placed it gently on my dick. Then I left it there, wondering what she would do next. And just as I wanted and expected, her fingers curled around it, gripping it softly.

“See, you do like it.”

She didn’t respond, she just held on. Since she was new at this, I figured that I should give her some guidance. I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand up and down my dick. She gasped but didn’t let go. “That’s it, it’s that easy.” I gently caressed her back as she continued stroking me. I felt her bra under the T-shirt. I wondered which one she was wearing, I hoped it was the white lacy one that had turned me on so many times. And if she was wearing a bra, that meant she was wearing panties too. Ah, the thought of stripping my sister completely made me become even more excited.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I said. I let go of her wrist and lifted her chin as I bent down. Our lips met and I kissed her tenderly. Then I let go. “How was that?” She smiled. Needing no further encouragement, I kissed her again. She became more excited judging by the way her hand was moving faster on my dick. She needed more, she wanted more. So I gave her my tongue too. She gasped, but with our lips together, she had no choice but to accept my intrusion. Our tongues met and that comforted her. I placed a hand at the back of her head and held her in place as we kissed more and more passionately.

When we finally broke off, we were panting. That was the wildest kiss I had ever had and it was clearly one of Amy’s more memorable ones too. There was no stopping now. Without a word, I raised her arms up above her head, then in one smooth move, I lifted her T-shirt over her head and off her body. I held on to it for a while, letting Amy realize that all she had on her chest was her bra. I threw the T-shirt away, then brought a hand up to a bra-covered breast. I smiled gleefully. She was wearing her white lacy bra. It didn’t push up or emphasize the shape of her breasts, but it did make them more delectable. I kissed and licked the exposed top portion as she ran her hand through my hair. “Ooh…” she moaned.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Without stopping my kissing, I pulled the straps down her arms, then flung the lacy lingerie aside. I straightened up and looked at her perky breasts. They were amazing, rounded and plump, with smooth skin, and those dark little areoles with her erect nipples centered on them. I cupped one and played with her nipple. She gasped and threw her head back.

“Oh my god, that feels so good!” she cried out.

I was amazed at her reaction, after all, I was just playing with her breast. Then I remembered that she was new to all this. I fondled her gently, not wanting to hurt her. I wanted to make her first time memorable and pleasurable.

After a little more fondling and kissing, I helped her stand on her bed. She looked down at me as I pulled her shorts down. Indeed, she was wearing panties, the bikini kind with a V-shape that showed off her rounded hips and ass. I nuzzled close to her crotch, breathing in her smell. Then I touched her panty-covered mound. It was damp.

“Do you want me to stop?” I teased.

“No, no…”

I pulled her panties down to her feet, revealing her pussy. She didn’t shave it completely, but it looked like she did keep it trim and tidy. I parted the hairs and moved my mouth close to her pink pussy. Then I stuck my tongue out and gave her labia a nice, slow, long lick. She shuddered and her legs nearly buckled, but I held fast to her at her waist. I continued licking at her. With each stroke, she groaned louder and louder until she reached a high-pitched wail. Her whole body shook, then she stiffened before letting out a long exhale. My mouth became wet from the moisture that suddenly flooded her cunt. I looked up at her.

“It looks like you’ve just had an orgasm,” I said.

“Oh my god, is that what that was?” she gasped.

“Your first one, I assume.”

She nodded. “If I had known it was that good…Please, don’t stop licking.”

“But there’s more.” I made her lie down, then placed a hand on her crotch. She parted her legs slightly, giving me more room to feel her. I moved up to her head and positioned my dick at her mouth. “Suck it.”

“No, that’s sick!”

“You’ll like, even more than touching me.” I pushed my dick at her.

She hesitated for a while, then her lips parted slightly. I reached behind her head and pulled her closer küçükçekmece escort to me. Her mouth opened wider as my dick entered her. She winced when it was inside her entirely and hit the back of her throat. She coughed and pulled out.

“No, I can’t.”

“Sure you can, just try that again.”

So she did. This time, I let her take her time. She took a bit of my dick first, then slowly swallowed more and more of it. Soon, I was thrusting my hips at her face as her oral muscles and tongue worked at my engorged dick. “Oh yeah, that’s it, Amy,” I encouraged her. “Keep sucking like that.” I rubbed and fingered her pussy furiously and she responded by sucking me faster.

Normally, I would have cum right there and then, but because I had just fucked Becky a while ago, it took a while to reach orgasm. That suited me just fine because I didn’t really want to end it by cumming in her mouth, besides, I wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. I decided that she needed some real sex.

I pulled out of her mouth and rolled her flat on her back. She watched me move between her bent legs. I fingered her pussy a bit more, making sure that it was wet and ready for me. “Do you know what I’m going to do?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yes… yes…”

“What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to have sex with me.”

I leant down and whispered into her ear, “More precisely?”

“Have sex,” she muttered.

“No, the f-word.”

She gasped. Then, “Fuck.”

I straightened up and grasped her waist. “This might hurt a bit,” I warned, “but only a bit and not too long.” She nodded in understanding. I placed the head of my dick at her entrance. Then, I slowly slid in. She gasped and groaned. I stopped, letting her get used to the intrusion. When she resumed breathing normally, I pushed further in and stopped. We did this for a while, each time ensuring that she was accepting and enjoying my dick. Finally, I pushed all the way in until our groins met.

She yelled and jumped up to grab me. “Aah…! Oh… oh…god…” She held me tightly, preventing me from moving. This startled me, I wasn’t sure how to react, so I just held her. Her head was on my shoulder and her tears wet my side. “Oh god, it’s too much… too much…”

“Maybe… maybe it would be better with you on top,” I suggested.

Amy nodded, “Ok, ok… ooh…”

I lifted her off the bed, my dick still in her tight pussy, then turned us around. I lay down, holding onto her waist, letting her get used to sitting on me. She moved a bit, getting into a more comfortable position, then she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Feel better?” I asked.

She nodded. “Now what?”

“Ride me. Move up and down, side to side, any way you want to please yourself.”

“What about you?”

“If you like what you’re doing, then that’ll be enough to make me cum.”

She grounded her crotch into me, then she moved up and down along my shaft. Her young virgin cunt muscles gripped my dick tightly, sending me into pure heaven. She moved faster and faster, groaning and moaning with each thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the immense sensation that was flooding my every being.

“Oh god… oh…” she groaned. “Oh…”

“Yes, oh yeah, that’s it, Amy…” I responded.

“Oh, oh god… oh, oh… oh fuck!”

I looked at her in amazement, never expecting her to use the f-word on her own. But that was all that was needed to drive me over the edge. My dick throbed in her pussy and I shot my first load into her virgin womb.

She felt my cum and looked down. “God, no!” she yelled. Immediately, she got off me, grabbing my dick and stroking it quickly. I didn’t have time to protest, I just kept cumming and watched my sperm shoot all over her belly. A few shots managed to reach her breasts, where they dribbled to her nipples. Man, it was such an erotic sight, my cum on my sister’s beautiful body.

She continued stroking me even after I had stopped cumming. It was too much for me and I stopped her. As she looked at me, I rubbed my cum all over her chest, concentrating on her breasts and nipples. Then I pulled her down to me and we kissed long and hard.

“That was beautiful, Dean,” she said. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you liked it. But why did you pull out?”

“Because I don’t want to get pregnant or anything, I’m not ready for that.”

I hugged her, feeling her soft smooth skin coated with perspiration. “Ok, I can respect that. I’ll never cum in your pussy again until you’re ready.”

She smiled. “Thanks.” And we kissed again.

“Ahem,” someone cleared her throat. We looked up to see Becky leaning against the door frame with one hand on her waist.

“Yes, dear sister?” I said.

“If you two are done there…” she started.

I looked at her puzzled. “What?”

She smiled. “Do you mind if I join in?”

I looked at Amy, who was smiling from ear to ear. Then I stretched an arm out at Becky. “Sure, the bed’s big enough for three of us.”

To be concluded…

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A lifetime ambition

David walked into the bar to meet his date. He was 28years old, tall about 6’2:, blonde with grey eyes and a very fit physique, weighing about 200lbs.

He had been waiting for this night for a number of years. Although they had known one another for many years, he hadn’t been courageous enough to ask her for a date before last week when they had accidentally run into each other.

Sara had been a young boy’s dream; and had turned out to be this man’s dream come true. She was about 25years old and stood about 5’6″, with ash blonde hair and green/grey eyes, depending on her mood. She had a perfect bust line, about

36C and slender build, with heart shaped hips and thighs.

As she walked into the bar, she got admiring looks from nearly all the men whowere seated there. She looked around and saw David, standing, waiting for her. As she walked up to him, his eyes roamed over her, fully appreciating the

lushness of her body, even though she was fully clothed.

David pulled out a stool and waited while she was seated. He asked her what she would like to drink.

Ä cold Chardonnay, please.”

They talked for the next 15 minutes or so, then the Maitre D’ informed David that their table was ready.

At dinner the conversation stayed on the same subjects that they had been discussing previously; that is, reminiscing about childhood history, and ïn what direction their lives had gone since the last time they had seen each other.

As it was getting late, David suggested that she come up to his suite for a nightcap before she went home. This was all that Sara had been waiting for. She so desperately wanted to be alone with him.

When they had entered his suite, David went to the large windows and pulled back the heavy drapes to let in the moonlight. He didn’t feel tuzla escort that any harsh overhead lights were necessary. He turned to find Sara just standing in the middle of the room.

She stood quite still in the centre of the room as he approached her and took her wrap and purse. She moved and tookhis offered hand, feeling the warmth and pressure of his fingers as he pulled her close. She entered his embrace willingly and slipped her arms over his shoulders.

Suddenly she was lost in the feel of his lips gently brushing hers. She felt the kiss at the corners of her mouth, on her cheeks and her closed eyelids. Sara bought her palms up to the sides of his head and became attuned to the

moulding of their bodies.

Ï can’t believe this is happening,” whispered David. That we are here together, alone.”

He stepped back to feast his eyes on the soft light shining on her and felt his heart pounding against his chest.

“Oh Sara,” he murmured.

Still holding one of her hands, he led her into the adjacent bedroom. He let her go and proceeded to open the drapes

to allow for the soft, natural light to enter the room.

She let go all of her previous hesitation and acknowledged the truth. This was her time and she was going to enjoy it.

He had already removed his jacket and tie and as she watched, he eased his shirt from the waistband of his pants.

David stopped in front of her and spoke softly to her. “Finish for me, my love.”

With trembling fingers she began on his shirt buttons, parting the shirt and exposing the contours of his chest and firm stomach. Her pulses quickened and she ran her hands over his body, her fingertips registering the soft body hair

and the hardness of his body.

She leaned forward and pendik escort kissed his bare chest. David gasped, fighting the urge to take her there and then to satisfy the torment of those hands and lips. He ached desperately, wanting to touch her.

He moved slowly, his hands started to undress her and finally he dropped the last of her clothing on the floor to join his.

They both felt light headed with the pressure of their bodies so close together. Her breast was pressed against his chest and the tingling as her nipples became rigid.

David picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bed. She was bathed in a pool of moonlight as she lay there. Her heart was racing as she watched him remove the remainder of his clothes, then he stood beside the bed looking down at her.

“You are so beautiful, Sara!” even more that I had imagined.”

He knelt at the bottom of the bed and gently took one of her feet in his hands and kissed it. He slowly worked his way up both of her legs, leaving tender kisses all over her as he progressed up her body. He purposely avoided the central area of her groin as he was saving that for later.

David lay beside her and propped himself on his elbow. “This is how I pictured you lying next to me, my love. Just like this….,in the moonlight.”

He then aimed his mouth to the juncture of her thighs. This is where he had wanted to be for so long. He licked and sucked the outer curves of that precious place. He then slipped his tongue and mouth around her labia lips and angled

his tongue to enable him to lick that sweet nubbin of flesh. Inserting his index finger inside that volcanic warmth -he massaged her to a screaming pitch; her hips writhing in time to his caresses.

“Kiss me David.” she whimpered.

He maltepe escort cupped her face with one hand and pressed his lips to her. When he moved closer she took hold of him. He groaned and drew away from her. “Love, I don’t think I can hold on much longer. I don’t want this to be rushed.”

“Male love to me, David! Make love to me….now…..please!”

He raised himself over her and thrust into her, feeling her warmth surrounding him as he penetrated that moist cavern of love. Her response was immediate. She encircled his body with her arms, loving the weight of him and the closeness

of their union.

“Sara, you feel so wonderful….so good. I don’t want to ever stop. Tell me what you want…..anything at all.”

She could hardly breathe as the undulations became harder and faster, carrying her to a fever pitch. She wrapped her legs around his hips and they soared together.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes. David was still collapsed on her. She didn’t care. His breathing was like music to her ears and created a feeling of oneness between them. She could feel the erratic beating of his heart.

“Sara, you are not only sexy, but dangerous as well.”

She basked in the euphoria of David’s loving. Her fingers still dallied in the fine hairs on his chest as she lay in his arms. He caressed her shoulders and back while she lay cuddled in his embrace. She now understood the word

‘magic’ that other women had spoken about.

Their lives would go on from here, but not alone. Why this hadn’t happened many years ago, neither of them knew. They just knew that what had just happened should have begun when they were both a lot younger. They would have known

a lot sooner that they were meant for each other and not just as Brother and Sister.

David and Sara eventually settled into a very close relationship. As both had been divorced and therefore had different names, it enabled them to get married quietly and live together in their new found love.

This has been a short romance between siblings. It could be continued but I will await your comments and feedback.

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I

Dana hadn’t been home in nearly a full year. College was college, and breaks from school were spent visiting beaches or boyfriends, or both. But at the dawn of senior year things at school, for the first time, were overwhelming. Plus, she had this monstrous paper to write and needed to concentrate. So in a fit, she had jumped in her car and driven home, looking for space and solitude to clear her head and write.

She showed up at the front door of her home with no warning. She doubted that the door was locked and was tempted to just walk in. But she hadn’t been home in quite awhile, so she acted like a stranger and pressed the doorbell. Her mother, Annabelle, or Ann, answered the door, and took in the sight of her daughter with surprise. Both mother and daughter were known for keeping their composure, and this was no different. Ann simply opened the door, greeted her daughter and they hugged. The two looked virtually identical, with shoulder length hair, a slight frame, and somewhat detached air about them. The main difference was the black frame glasses Dana favored, whereas Ann used contacts. Dana also dyed her hair jet black, whereas Ann kept her hair brown. They even dressed similarly. Both of them wore a t-shirt, from which their identical pairs of perky tits jutted forwards. Ann was wearing a tight pair of jeans that hugged her curves, but Dana was wearing yellow shorts that were short without being immodest. As they hugged, their breasts mashed together. Ann noted that she could actually feel her daughter’s nipples through their shirts and her bra. It was pretty clear that Dana had decided to go without a bra. Her breasts were jiggling and bouncing obviously in her t-shirt.

Ann invited Dana in and took her bags. She didn’t yet ask the purpose of the visit, but she sensed there must be a reason for it. The semester at Dana’s private university was almost half way through, and Dana was not in the habit of popping home midweek, or really of visiting home at all.

Dana was glad to be home. Her home was generally a comfortable, low-key, quiet (or boring, depending on one’s perspective) atmosphere. It would be easier to work at home than back at school where it seemed like everyone she knew was in crisis mode, dealing with all kinds of young adult issues. Her roommate especially had been pissing her off recently. They were good friends, but as of late her roommate had been having loud sex, almost as if on purpose, making it really hard for Dana to concentrate on her paper. This was the immediate cause for Dana jumping in the car and heading home.

Dana had arrived at dinner time and she sat down with her mom, her dad Kevin, and her brother Brendan. They were all glad to see her and wanted to visit. But Dana didn’t have time to catch up with her family, even if she hadn’t seen them in what seemed like forever. So after a quick dinner, she collected her things and shut herself in her room.

Two hours later, Dana selected a whole section of the draft of her thesis paper and slammed the delete key. It was all wrong. She was visibly trembling with the stress as she stood up, turned to the side and looked at herself in the mirror on the wall of her childhood bedroom. As she stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes blurred.

Staring at the mirror, Dana wasn’t really thinking. She just stood there, glad for reprieve from actively struggling to write, even though the tension of her frustrations still dominated her mind. Yet another problem began to present itself as she stared indistinctly at her image in the mirror: the tension kept her constantly aroused. She wasn’t sure why, but her pussy always seemed to be in need of relief these days, making it extremely hard to focus while her roommate banged away in the next room over. Something about the tension and all the pressures of the last year of school made her body go into sexual overload. Despite trying to focus entirely on her thesis, she found herself masturbating at least three times a day. During the drive back home she had kept her hand in her pants most of the way, rubbing her clit. But because she was driving, she didn’t ultimately have any relief.

Dana slipped one hand under her t-shirt and fondled her nipple. She pinched it, and felt it stiffen between her fingers. She slipped her right hand into her shorts (there was no underwear in the way) and touched her clit. Then she rubbed her fingers down over her vagina lips. Reaching the bottom of her lips, she slipped her middle finger briefly into her passageway. She was extremely wet. Then she drew her hand back up, and used her slick fingers to stroke her clitoris.

She remained standing, striking a wanton pose in the mirror and actively pleasuring herself. Every ten seconds or so her arm would dip as her fingers dived back over her lips and into her cunt for more juice to relube her outer lips and clit.

Dana liked the way she looked in the mirror. Her shoulder length black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and black maltepe escort frame glasses were perched on her small, slightly upturned nose. Her hand continued to move over her nipple, underneath a blue t-shirt that said the name of her school. Her breasts weren’t huge, but on her small frame, they were very noticeable. As she moved her hand over her clit and vagina, her breasts wiggled invitingly under the shirt.

In no time, she was rubbing her clit energetically. Her whole pubis was slick with arousal, so it was no longer necessary to keep dipping into her hole with her fingers. But she continued to do so periodically, although with two fingers, to frig her tight cavity. She liked the febrile heat of her vagina and the tightness as it squeezed her fingers. But she liked strumming her clit even more.

As she approached orgasm, her upper lip curled slightly, and the muscles of her exposed abdomen tightened as her body shuddered. Her knees nearly buckled and she took a few wobbly steps backwards to sit on the bed. She sat there for a moment as her libido came back to earth, but she kept her hand in her pants, squeezed against her wetness by her thighs.

Then all of the sudden she felt silly, and a little bit desperate. Why was she wasting time masturbating? Energized by guilt and the desperateness of her situation, she jerked her hand out of her pants and moved back to the desk. She used her left hand to toggle the mouse as she wiped her right hand against her thigh, spreading her pussy’s nectar against her skin.

Getting down to business, she rearranged her books, pulled her outline out and read it through. It dawned on her that she needed to go back and rework the whole thing. She was trying to force this paper, by making an argument without laying a proper foundation. She realized now she would need to go back to the beginning and start over, a conclusion she had been struggling against all day.

As Dana arranged her texts and scrolled up to the first page of her document, musical beats from down the hall started. She turned towards the door with the intent to yell down the hall for her brother to turn down the music. But in doing so, her knee hit her computer cord, and her computer moved on the desk, knocking her notes and texts into a jumbled pile on the floor. Dana’s shoulders slumped. She was a mess, and she would need to take a break. The trouble was that she had taken way too many breaks in the last week (often to masturbate), and completion of the paper seemed further away than ever.

II

Brendan had always liked his sister. She was pretty, but she had somehow avoided the fate of other “hot” girls who lacked any character because they got whatever they wanted. If anything, Dana’s problem was too much character. She had friends, but they weren’t very close. And she was inclined towards fits of obsession. Brendan smiled to himself thinking back to her Native American phase as a middle schooler, or her period of despondency in high school when she was became troubled by the theories of modern physics, or her agriculture phase, when her experiments with species of corn and tomatoes turned their yard into a miniature farm. Dana was very popular with adults, who were impressed with her numerous academic achievements, and the mature and confident way she carried herself. These same qualities kept her pretty well aloof from most of the other kids in high school. But that didn’t seem to bother Dana at all. Brendan gathered that Dana had become slightly less ideosyncratic, and much more popular, in college. She always seemed to be going somewhere and news of a number of different boyfriends had trickled through the grapevine to his ears. The idea of Dana having a boyfriend made Brendan uncomfortable for some reason.

Part of Brendan’s respect for Dana stemmed from his own lack of achievement. He was successful in school, but not a standout like Dana. He would have gone to a private college like her, but at the last minute he got worried about how much it would cost, and whether he wanted to take out loans. As a result, he decided to enroll in the local public university and live at home.

Brendan took introductory classes and found them to be ridiculously easy. He made friends with some guys who had a house off campus. It wasn’t a frat, but it was a lot like one. They hosted parties on weekends, and had an abiding interest in getting wasted, smoking good weed, and getting laid. Brendan was doing a lot better with getting wasted and high than he was at getting laid. He was a decent looking guy, but he was still a little skinny. One of his problems was logistical: he lived at home about 15 minutes from campus. But something in Brendan made him hesitant to move away from home.

Dana arrived on a Wednesday, three days before Halloween, just after Brendan returned from classes. He arrived home to see her standing in the kitchen with Ann. The two looked remarkably similar, despite manavgat escort the twenty-some years difference in age. Brendan compared the two sets of breasts that were displayed. Ann wore a bra under her t-shirt, but her tits seemed firm and stood proudly out from her chest. To Brendan’s delight, Dana did not wear a bra. Every one of her movements caused her breasts to sway or jiggle perceptibly, and her nipples were very noticeable. But he had to be careful that her bright, perceptive eyes didn’t catch him staring. The last thing he wanted was for his long, lost sister to catch him oggling her. He realized, though, that he needn’t really worry. Her mind was a million miles away and she didn’t really seem all that interested in where his eyes went.

Brendan couldn’t remember the last time Dana visited, and it being late October, she certainly hadn’t come home for a holiday. Halloween wasn’t really a holiday that college kids headed back home to celebrate with their family. Soon enough, it became clear that Dana didn’t come home to see the family at all. She was polite and seemed genuinely glad to see the family, but everyone could tell that she was stressed out. Dana sat down with them to eat dinner, but she barely ate anything. And afterwards, she shut herself in her room. She was “under the gun,” she said, and needed to get a draft of her philosophy paper to her adviser soon.

Brendan helped his mom clean up after dinner. She had a bounce in her step and clearly liked the idea that Dana had arrived back home. Brendan agreed.

Then he headed back to his room with no real plans. He flipped on the television and watched a comedy he usually liked, but it didn’t keep his interest. He wondered what his sister’s paper was on. He thought that it must be a real doozy if it was stressing her out so much. Then he started to think a little bit more about her. He wondered if she lived in a house. He wondered what her friends were like, and he laughed at the idea of his scholarly, ideosyncratic sister at a kegger like the ones he’d seen in college. Did she dress slutty? Show her cleavage? What would she look like drunk, or high, without inhibition? He thought about her having sex.

Brendan’s dick was rock hard and he knew that it was his thoughts about his sister that caused it. He would have to do something about it. Per his standard operating procedure, he lay down on his bed, and turned on the stereo. Then he undid his fly and let his cock out. He had a nice-sized penis and it slapped against his belly when he released it from its confines. He started rubbing it slowly, as he thought back to his sister’s tits in the blue t-shirt, and the incongruous image of her getting horny and aroused at a frat party. Before long he was stroking all the way up and down his shaft, and he closed his eyes. He knew that he was not long from orgasm.

But then he heard a knock on his door! Quickly Brendan jumped up and stuffed his cock into his jeans, barely able to button them again under the circumstances. He walked to the door and opened it, trying to effect a relaxed, nonchalant appearance.

Dana stood there but didn’t say anything at first. For the first time since she arrived, Brendan felt like she was taking a real assessment of him. Unfortunately for Brendan, she gave him a quick look up and down. His boner was apparent.

“Hey,” she said, smiling at her little brother’s awkward situation. “I’m not interrupting anything am I?” She asked it straightforwardly, as if she were being merely polite and there was no innuendo to her statement.

“Nope. How’s the paper going, Dana?” Brendan flushed.

“You know, I was gonna come here and ask you to turn the music down. I can hear it in my room.”

“Oh jeez. I’m sorry. You know, I didn’t even think about it. I can just use some headphones or something…” he trailed off.

Dana stepped past her brother into his room. “No. Its ok. I’m not getting anything done tonight anyways.”

Dana stepped into the room and they chatted for a bit. Dana realized that her skinny little brother had matured nicely since she went to college. He was even self-possessed in a way that was uncommon for Freshman, and very uncommon for people with big obvious boners sticking out of their pants.

“Hey, how about smoking a joint. That might help you relax.”

Brendan asked casually, but Dana could hear the trepidation in his voice. It was a big risk to admit to his sister he smoked weed, and she could react badly. She was tempted to act angry just to mess with him, but she didn’t feel like causing a hassle. Plus, the idea sounded pretty good to her right then.

“Yes I would, dear brother. Thank you for offering.”

They closed the door and opened a window and both took a few bong rips. Brendan was surprised that Dana knew what she was doing with the bong. She was more than just the nerdy girl, at least since she’d gone to college. Of course, Brendan şişli escort realized not many “nerdy” girls were as hot as Dana, or as cool.

Dana was so glad for the chance to escape from her paper, and take her first evening home off, hanging out with her brother. She was almost giddy about the next few hours, and she was intent on enjoying the buzz and keeping her mind off her work until the next morning.

“First things first, bro,” she said, standing up from the chair and crawling over the bed to reach the stereo. As she did so, her butt wiggled directly in front of Brendan’s face. The short yellow shorts moved up as she crawled across the bed. The bottom of the shorts rode high on her thighs, and pressed against her pubis. She stayed crouched on her hands and knees while she looked through the cd’s in the shelf behind his bed, giving Brendan the opportunity to examine closely the uppermost regions of the backs of her thighs. He could see an area that was only few centimeters away from her vagina, and it was clear to him that she kept herself neatly shaven. Even more enticingly, Brendan could see the outline of her pussy lips through the nylon fabric pressing against her pussy. Although the fabric was bunched up against her vagina, he could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He wondered if the pressure of her shorts against her lips felt good; he wondered if she was as horny as he was. Eventually, Dana picked out one of her favorite folk musicians and turned the volume to medium, and Brendan’s stoned, intense evaluation of her backside came to an end.

Dana didn’t know that Brendan was oggling her tight butt, but she had a pretty good idea. She knew she looked good, she knew the poor kid had a raging boner, and she was basically thrusting her tush into his face. It would have been easy enough to sit down on the bed while choosing a c.d., but she liked the idea of his eyes on her. She had felt her shorts bunching up against her pussy, and she felt herself, yet again, start to moisten between her legs.

Dana shifted around and stretched her arms and legs out over the bed. She loved the tactile sensations of being high, and stretching her tight muscles sent waves of pleasure through her whole body. It also served the twist her shirt up and around her tits, causing the fabric to stretch against her mounds, and exposing most of her midriff. Then she had a naughty idea.

“Brendan, would you do me a favor?” she asked. “I’ve been killing myself over this paper. How’d you like to give your sister a massage to help her relax?”

Brendan couldn’t believe his luck. Very quickly, he agreed.

His sister scooted to the edge of the bed. She quickly noted with satisfaction that his hardon was still imprisoned in his jeans. If anything, it was even more noticeable. She looked into his eyes and reached out with her right hand. She put her hand on the side of his head and gently rubbed his earlobe, as she pulled him close to her.

“Thanks, Brendan. I know you’ll do a great job.” She kissed her warm lips against his forehead for a brief moment before withdrawing and laying face down on his pillows. She started to pull her t-shirt up over her while she lay on her belly, but it quickly slid back down again. So instead, she pushed up with her left hand and pulled the t-shirt off entirely. Turning to look over her shoulder at her brother, she flipped him the shirt. As a result of this movement, her right nipple pointed right at him for a moment, before she lay down again.

Brendan moved to the bed. If it weren’t for the weed, he probably would have been completely gobsmacked. But in the haze of his mind, he saw one thing clearly: a gorgeous topless woman lying on his bed, asking him to touch her. Instinct told him what to do.

He straddled her with his knees and reached to grasp her shoulders with each of his hands. Her smooth skin burned hot under his hands and she giggled playfully that his hands were cold. But they soon warmed up as he alternated between deeply massaging her back muscles, and lightly running his hands over her supple skin. He found that if he took both hands and pressed her skin towards the middle of her back, her breasts would be pulled ever-so-slightly out from under her torso. After doing this a few times, he could see a substantial part of the side of each of her breasts as he worked.

After a few minutes, both of them relaxed even more and became even more attuned to the sensations. Brendan sat lightly on his sister’s behind. His entrapped cock therefore pressed against her bottom, a fact that both of them noticed. Brendan realized that he could scoot slightly up and down against her bottom as he moved his hands all the way up from her lower back to her neck. He slid his hands up and down her back several times, reveling in the friction this movement created between his cock and her yellow nylon-covered bottom.

Meanwhile, Dana was completely given over to the pleasure of her brother’s strong hands on her back. She began moaning softly, enjoying everything that Brendan was doing to her, even the not-so-subtle grinding of his crotch into her butt.

Brendan’s massaging showed no sign of slowing, and both of them became hornier and hornier. Brendan loved the feeling of her skin and the shape of her body as much as she enjoyed his ministrations.

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Cast:

Brooke: 23 year old daughter of Mary and Paul

Kyle: Brooke’s 21 year old brother

Mary: Paul’s wife. Brooke and Kyle’s mother (41 years old)

Paul: Mary’s husband. Brooke and Kyle’s father (45 years old)

Summary:

A family with two adult children living at home, learn of the attraction between family members that has been kept secret. It starts when the daughter takes a new job as a masseuse at a local massage parlor offering special services. At the end of part 1 her brother discovered her secret and threatened to blackmail her. What he learned was his sister wanted him as much as he wanted her. In part 2 each family members secret fantasy is revealed and life around the house changes.

Note: The character’s name, whose Point of View is expressed in each chapter, is the name in parentheses following each chapter title.

Continued from Part 1…

Chapter 7 – Simply Amazing (Kyle)

The only word I can think of to describe what just happened is FUCKIN AMAZING. I know that is two words, but you get the idea. When I thought this plan up I never in a million years thought it would end up with me fucking my own sister. I admit, I had often jacked off imagining how her pussy would feel on my cock, but today I was just looking for some ammunition to use against her in the future.

Things started happening so fast I lost control and ended up having the best fuck of my life. I am pissed she caught me in a lie. Brooke now knows I don’t know the owner. Knowing her she will get even with me, but I am pretty sure after today she will not object when I want to fuck her. She has always forgiven me in the past for stuff I have done to her. I am sure she will forgive me again.

***

When I got home Mom was fixing dinner. She asked what I had done today and I told her I had just visited a girlfriend. She smiled and asked, “You will have to bring her by and let me meet her.”

“Mom, I am pretty sure you have met her. I have known her for a long time.”

“I am happy to hear you have a female friend. Did the two of you have a nice time?”

“Yes we did Mom. I think maybe it is not a conversation a Mother should have with her son, if you know what I mean.”

Mom grinned at me and said, “Honey it is healthy for a man and woman to enjoy each other’s company, and you know what I mean.” She actually gave me a wink and then said, “Honey be sure to use protection and don’t get her pregnant.”

“She is on birth control. I am always careful.”

“Good, I am very happy for you. Do you think this might develop into something serious?”

“I am pretty sure it will. At least I hope it does.”

“If she knows a good man when she sees one, I am sure she will not let you out of her sight.”

“I do hope you are right Mom.”

“Your father should be home soon. I will yell at you when dinner is ready.”

“Thanks Mom.”

As I walked off I grinned and was thinking, ‘Mom, if you only knew.’ If she did know what I had done I was pretty sure she would be pissed and disown me. My mother is a sexy woman and has an awesome body, but I am not sure if she and dad are still sexually active. I think she is pretty naïve about sexual matters. The thing is it is obvious where my sister gets her good looks. Mom is just as hot as Brooke. I would not admit it, even to Brooke, but Mom has stared in some of my masturbation fantasies. With two hot women in the house, women I meet have a lot to measure up to.

I was in my room surfing the web when Dad knocked on my door and came on in. “Hey Mom tells me you have a new girlfriend. It is about time you discovered girls.”

“Dad, she is not really a new girlfriend, she is a girl I have known for a long time and today it is like maybe we were able to take it to the next level. It was a pretty awesome day.”

“The next level huh? So my boys dick is getting a little action?”

He winked at me and it was all I could do to not say out loud, ‘Yea Dad, I learned today my sister, your daughter, is the hottest piece of ass I have ever had my cock in. If you would check out my cock you would find your daughter’s dried pussy juice is coating it and my balls.’

I knew if I did say that I would be picking myself up off the floor after he punched me and broke my jaw. My dad is a big guy and I would not want him mad at me. Just thinking about my sister had my cock starting to get hard. I tried to hide it, but that is one of the curses that goes along with having a cock the size of mine. It is hard to hide a hard cock the size of a log of summer sausage in your pants.

Dad saw me trying to adjust my cock and said, “Maybe you should have stayed at her place a little longer, son.”

“Yea Dad she is really hot and she certainly knows how to make a guy feel really good.”

“Oh how great it would be to be your age again. You guys have all that wonderful pussy in need of a hard cock.”

I was a little surprised my dad was talking to me like this. “Yea right Dad. Pussy is pretty great.”

“It göztepe escort sure is. Oh yea, Mom said dinner is ready. Come on, let’s go eat.”

When I stood up Dad said, “Fuck son, that is one huge tool you have in your pants. I had no idea. I can see why your girlfriend likes you.”

“It can be a pain Dad.”

“I bet your girlfriend had no complaints today.”

I said it almost to myself, “Yea, she was pretty happy. We will see how it goes.” I added a little louder, “Dad, she is not my girlfriend, she is just a hot girl I have known a long time.”

Chapter 8 – A Happy Family (Mary)

My son Kyle came home from his girlfriend’s house yesterday and appeared to be pretty happy. He didn’t come right out and say it, but I could tell from the way he was acting and some comments he made, he got laid. I was pretty worked up myself after my day with the photographer. He wanted to get some stock images of me for his portfolio. He said he has received several requests from customers for a female nude who could be hired in some large product advertising. It would be like a nude female figure with a car. The nude would be to draw attention to the product. He told me my body would be the focus and nobody would be able to tell who I was. He laughed and said, “Who wants to look at a woman’s face when she has a body like yours?”

I didn’t know if I should be insulted or take it as a compliment. I knew this photographer and knew he meant it as a compliment. I don’t mind being naked in front of the camera and these images were just to show the customer what I look like naked so they can decide if they want to hire me for their advertising campaign.

I do a lot of photos where I am wearing very little, but I have not done any nude work for customers. I have done some nude photography, but that was only for my photographer’s personal collection. These photos would be a little less risque that those I did for the photographer.

Almost all of the images he shot of me nude were shot from angles where my hair was covering my face and while it was easy to see I was naked I was not showing anything. The photos were tastefully done. For these customers there were no spread legs or anything like that. In all but a few my nipples were only partially showing or completely hidden by the pose. In all but a couple photos my pussy was always just barely covered or out of frame. They were very tastefully done and I was happy with how they turned out.

There were some the customer wanted to see my pussy. My lips are bald and I feel like I have a nice looking pussy. He said the customer expressed a desire for the lips to be closed and not have anything hanging out from between my lips. I asked him how he was going to accomplish this. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube of superglue. I was not so sure about this, but he said he had some nail polish remover that would dissolve the glue once he was finished.

I trust this photographer, so I consented to let him tuck me in. I sat with my legs spread as watched him put a few drops of the glue along my outer lips. He then pressed my lips together and I looked like I did when I was in grade school. Between my legs was smooth and I had to admit I liked the look. He took several photos of me with emphasis on my pussy. Once we were done he had a cotton swab he dipped in the polish remover. I told him I could do it, but he insisted telling me this was the best part.

I had to laugh as I watched him work on removing the glue and opening me up. I am convinced he took more time than was necessary, but eventually he had me cleaned up. I saw the bulge in his pants and quickly took matters into my own hands. When I left later than evening he had a smile on his face and told me I was his favorite model. He reminded me he wants to photograph Brooke.

I have worked with this photographer for several years and we always have a good time when we work together. We are both comfortable with him touching me and posing me. I don’t mind how he touches me to get me in the pose he is looking for. It never fails that during every photo shoot, his hands are all over my body. It is not uncommon for me to feel his fingers on my pussy as he is adjusting a scarf or some other article of clothing. He is always pulling the fabric of my panties or swimsuit out of my pussy. He puts his fingers in my bra cups to adjust the cup so my nipple is just barely hidden.

He works my breast to get the absolute maximum amount to tit flesh showing without any part of either of my areolas showing. I not only enjoy our photo sessions I love the way he makes me look in the images he creates of me. He makes me look better than any of the other photographers I work with.

He knows exactly what to do to make me look my best. The first time he touched an ice cube to my nipple I almost jumped out of my skin. The ice was perfect for getting my nipple hard so it could be seen poking against the fabric of the blouse I was modeling.

He çorlu escort has seen pictures of Brooke and keeps after me to bring her with me one of these times. He desperately wants to photograph her. He is so insistent I teased him telling him once, “You just want a younger woman. I am getting too old for you.”

“Nonsense Darling, you are mature beauty. Your daughter’s beauty is one of youth and innocence.”

I laughed telling him, “If you only knew my daughter you would think twice before using the word innocence to describe her.”

He started laughing and said, “But the youth of today are much less inhibited than those from our generation. Just remember I want to get her in front of a camera whenever she is ready. I am sure she will do very well if she wants a new career as a model.”

I left and headed home. I always enjoy the feeling between my legs after I have been fucked. I like a cock pounding into me hard. If I am not sore after a man uses me, I consider him to be a less than adequate lover.

The following day I needed to go back for some additional modeling. As we were finishing up and getting ready to move to our after work fun when he again reminded me he wanted me to bring Brooke in so he could get some shots of her.

“Mary,I will do a deluxe portfolio for her. I will do it for free just for letting me get some photos of her.”

I said, “I think you just want to get my daughter on that stiff monopod you carry around with you in your pants.”

He laughed and said, “You know me all too well my dear Mary, but I promise it is just business and I would never touch your daughter.”

“That is too bad, she would be really pissed if you didn’t at least try to get in her panties. If you didn’t try to get that handsome cock of yours inside her I would have to come to the conclusion you turned gay on me.”

“Okay, maybe just a little taste. You have known me too many years for me to be able to hide my true thoughts from you.”

“You are a man. It is not hard to figure out what you want. Speaking of hiding, why has that nice cock of yours been hidden away all day? It is not fair that I am the only one here who is naked.”

He was laughing and quickly lowered his pants. I was delighted to see he was not wearing any underwear. Pulling his shirt over his head he spread his arms wide and asked, “Does the lady prefer me like this?”

“Yes the lady most certainly does.”

I lay back on the pad on the floor where I had been posing and spread my legs. I was happy to see I had not lost my ability to arouse a man. He was already erect when his pants hit the floor. In a flash he was kneeling between my legs. I let out a satisfied moan as I felt his cock enter me. “That is much better. You are almost as good with your cock as you are with a camera.”

“Almost? Maybe I need to practice some more if I am almost as good with my cock.”

“Maybe. You know I am always available to help you with any practice you might need.”

“Yes Mary, I do. The question I have is, does your husband know about our after work pleasures?”

“Yes he does. He is okay with it as long as I tell him all about it. I think it turns him on that his wife can still attract a handsome guy.”

It felt great as he slowly fucked me in the missionary position. The padding was nice, but the floor was still hard against my ass. If felt great being in his arms with his hot hard manhood filling me.

As I was getting dressed I looked down at him laying there on the pad I had been posing on. He was proudly displaying his cock that was now resting on his thigh. It was still wet with my saliva after I cleaned our combined juices from his cock with my mouth.

I told him I would try and convince Brooke to come with me. He thanked me and gave me a kiss as I was leaving. He said, “Oh yes, there was one more thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

I didn’t like these last minute bombshells, but asked, “Oh, what was that?”

“Mary, I know you only model nude for me, but if you are interested in doing some nude commercial work I received a couple inquiries from magazines, tailored for men. They want to know if I know any women interested in being models in their magazine. These magazines are like most men’s magazines. The difference with these is they feature photo spreads of women in their 30’s and 40’s. If you are interested I know they would love you and you would be well paid. If you are interested I can send them some of the private photos you have done for me and see what they say.”

I told him I would have to talk to Paul before I could give him an answer. He understood and asked me to give him a call once I had talked to my husband. I promised to call and let him know either way.

During the drive home the photo shoot for a men’s magazine sounded like a lot of fun. I was not sure Paul would be comfortable with his wife’s naked body featured in magazines in every bookstore and convenience store magazine ümraniye escort rack. It would be fun, but this was something we had to discuss.

***

I waited up for Brooke to get home so I could tell her about her brother’s new girlfriend, or at least tell her what little he had shared with me. The men had gone to bed earlier. After my day with the photographer, I felt sexy and had changed into a short satin robe. It covered a little more than those Brooke wears, but it was still quite short. It is one of my husband’s favorite for obvious reasons. I wasn’t wearing anything under it as I waited. I was watching a late night adult special on cable waiting for her to come home.

Not even thinking about it I realized I was stroking my pussy as I saw the young girls on television getting fucked, or at least it was supposed to looked like they were getting fucked. The problem with television porn is they aren’t allowed to show a real cock pounding a wet pussy. Most of it is left to the imagination of the viewer. They always show lots of tits, but very seldom do they show a cock and even less rare is a hard cock.

This did not prevent me from connecting the invisible dots in my mind. My fingers felt good on my clit. I have always enjoyed masturbating. I am not too proud to admit I enjoy it. Paul likes watching me as I rub one out on my clit.

I was lost in my own pleasure and did not hear Brooke when she arrived home. She opened the door and caught me, or so it was supposed to appear that way. I knew she would be coming in through the door, and I wanted her to catch me, but I really did not realize she was home. The surprise of her entering startled me. She stood in the doorway watching me as I tried to regain my composure.

“Mom, are you Jilling off again?”

I grinned and said, “Guilty as charged.”

“I take it you and your photographer had a nice day. Didn’t he take care of you?”

“We had a great day and yes he did take care of me, or maybe we took care of each other. Honey, he still wants to photograph you one day. I think you should do it. You would have fun and he is a very talented photographer.”

“Yea right, and he is also a great cocksman. Isn’t that right Mom?”

“I admit he is pretty good and certainly knows how to use the tools nature has blessed him with.”

Brooke came over and sat on the couch with me. Instead of sitting at the opposite end of the couch like she did in the beginning, she was now right up against me. I took her into my arms and placed a kiss on her lips. “Well then, you know about my day. Tell me about your day.”

“It was pretty much a regular day, Mom.”

“Did you have any special clients today?”

“No not really. We had a few new guys stop by. I think they enjoyed themselves and will most likely be back. Anyway they seemed to be happy when they left.”

I had to smile. I was pretty sure her new clients had left a nice deposit of cum behind as they left. My daughter is a very pretty and sexy woman, I was certain she was pretty good at knowing how to make a man feel good. Hell, she has even proved to me she can make a woman feel pretty damn good as well.

Brooke had her hand high on my bare thigh as she said, “Tell me about this photographer Mom.”

Her touch really did feel good. I knew this was wrong on so many levels, but I could not resist. The need to be touched was strong and hard to fight, even if it was my own daughter who was making me feel so good. I began by telling her how I had met this photographer and how our photo shoots usually evolved with me loosing my clothing until I was naked. Unlike this last time he very rarely takes photos of me naked. After all, I was there to model clothing or to promote some product, it just so happened this time his clients were looking for a nude model.

This is not to say I seldom got naked, it was quite the contrary. I almost always ended up naked, it was just that at that point his hands were usually filled with something other than a camera.

As I was telling her about the photo shoot her hands went to the sash holding my robe closed. It was obvious where this was going and I had decided I was not going to resist. As she was touching me I wanted to tell her about Kyle. As her fingers were playing with my sensitive nipples I said, “You are never going to believe who else got laid today.”

Brooke looked at me with a questioning look on her face and said, “I am not even got to try and guess. Who was it?”

“Your brother.”

The look on my daughter’s face had me puzzled. She had stopped playing with my nipples and looked at me.

She didn’t say anything so I continued. “Aren’t you excited? I am so happy he has a girl. According to what he told your father, she is pretty good.”

“Did he tell you her name?”

“No, he is so damn private and would only say she is someone he has known for a long time and they had taken it to the next level.”

“What else did he say?”

“Not much really. He said he it is pretty serious and he hopes they continue to be close, or something like that.”

“I see. Well I am happy for him and hope he doesn’t fuck it up. He better be good to her.”

“Honey, I am sure he will be good to her. Your brother can be quite a gentleman. In case you have not noticed he is quite handsome and have you seen that monster in his pants?”

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Megan had always known there was something different about her growing up. Although no one else would have guessed quite what that ‘something different’ was about her, not really.

She had long dark curly hair, and pale white skin. She wore thick-rimmed dark glasses, and always wore unflattering baggy jumpers and jeans, and was seen as something as a geek throughout her school life. She had few friends, and those she did were similar in their dress sense and all-round geekiness. She was super-intelligent, and had studied hard at school to get t a bunch of A-grades in all her exams, as well as a first class degree at university, but still she was seen as different, geeky and weird. The friends she did had weren’t the kind of friends other girls might have, she never had sleepovers or any friend over to her family home, she never went out, she was a recluse.

But Megan had a secret. A reason why she was keeping her body so wrapped up and hidden from the world, a reason why she never let anyone get close to her, including her family. Most of the time she just stayed in her room, coming out only to go and study, or to eat. Her family had worried about her for a long time, but eventually had just accepted that was the way she was, they had no idea of what that ‘something different’ really was either.

Megan’s family was especially large, and maybe some put it down to that — “middle-child syndrome” some call it. The middle daughter in an otherwise normal family also tends to have something slightly weird about them don’t they? But this was harmless, just some geeky weirdness and lack of social skills, or so everyone else thought.

Her father, Michael, was a well-built former amateur boxer. He had a chiselled jaw, and a chiselled body. He would do that Rocky thing even now, constantly training, slurping down raw eggs to build his weight, and beating his punch bag in the basement. His day job was boring office work, but it was in boxing and the gym where his real passion lay. Looking at Michael, most boys in the neighbourhood were immediately scared off dating either of his daughters for fear of what Michael might do to them, but Megan’s younger sister Carly hadn’t let that stop her developing into quite the little nympho, in fact Megan considered that maybe the risks of her dad finding out were part of what urged Carly on. No such luck for Megan though, whilst she thought about sex constantly, boys were not interested in her weird and frumpy ways, and to be fair she could not envisage a day when it would happen, with what she knew about herself. So by aged 21, Megan was still a virgin.

Megan’s mother, Theresa, was a dark-haired, Mediterranean-tanned hottie. Younger than Michael by some 10 years, she had been allured by his rugged good looks and bulging biceps. Megan had inherited her mother’s dark hair certainly, but not the skin. The pale white skin would never tan, although maybe it would have helped if she spent more time outdoors in the summer, instead of locked away in her room or in the library studying, but Megan was as pale as a porcelain doll, and this was only accentuated more by the dark curls of her long, but often messy, unstyled hair. Megan was not one for grooming, she didn’t go in for all that like her mother and sister did, she didn’t think it mattered. The dark hair inherited from her mother did not stop just at her head, she was naturally very hairy, just like her mother. But whilst Theresa spent hours ‘defluffing’ as she called it, removing all traces of hair from her body, with the exception of her head of long-dark straightened hair, Megan just let it be.

This was part of Megan’s fears. The reason perhaps that she was the way she was. You see she had tried early on to ‘defluff’, but her hair seemed to grown unnaturally fast. That along with the other ‘differences’ she noted during her childhood had led to her reclusive ways, and now at 21 she felt no need to fight the unnatural growth. So it was that unbeknownst to anyone, that underneath Megan’s layers of clothes, she was covered in her strange fur. Her legs were as hairy as any man she had ever seen, swirling strands of dark hair from her shins up to her thighs. Her virgin pussy covered with a thick dark layer of fur, a treasure trail thick and black dancing up her slightly chubby belly up to her belly button, swirls of dark hair around the areola of her pert but ample breasts. Her arms too had thick dark curls of hair just like her legs. Her back was pretty much hair- free apart from the area just above the crack of her ass, where tufts of hair sprouted from deep into the crevice.

Every time she had tried to remove the hair by going through the pain of shaving, waxing or exfoliating, they had come back within hours, and whilst at first she would persist over and over again, hoping they would not come back this time, they always did, and now she had given up trying. That’s the reason she had kept herself covered up for so long, avoiding any exposure of any part of her body to the outside şişli escort world, but that wasn’t the whole story. There was something else going on in Megan’s life, something much more difficult for her to live with.

Going back to the body hair issue though, she had in fact come to love her hair. She had seen photographs on the Internet of numerous hairy women and been surprised by the number of men who liked that sort of thing. Sometimes when alone in her room she would imitate their poses whilst standing in front of the mirror, and she became more confident in her natural womanly state. She stayed covered up of course, as there were far more people, mainly other women, who looked down on body hair than there were found it attractive, but when on her own, she loved the feeling of stroking her hairy legs or twiddling the sprouts of hair from her nipples round her fingers.

Carly, her younger sister, obviously didn’t have the same issues as she did. She too had the dark Mediterranean tan and dark hair, but like her mother, Carly spent hours ‘defluffing’. Carly was two years younger than Megan, and exactly the kind of babe that Megan had once wished she could be. She had a petite frame, with gorgeous long legs which she revealed often in her short little dresses. She had a firm, tight ass that sent guys wild, and she was very popular. She was always out clubbing and meeting men. She rarely stayed at home as she was fucking someone pretty much every night. As the youngest daughter, daddy’s little girl, she was spoilt rotten. She had him completely wrapped around her little finger. She didn’t work yet, and had dropped out of college, but Daddy was paying for her to maintain her status as the town bike, even if he didn’t know what he was paying for.

Even Jason, Megan’s older brother, didn’t seem to be affected by whatever it was that had affected Megan. He was very similar in looks to his father, though slightly less rugged having never boxed or got his nose broken. He was a very good looking man, and every girl Megan knew would have given their right arm for one night with him. He carried himself as smooth and charming, and at this point had a long-term girlfriend, Kelly, who was a hot blonde, exactly his type.

Megan wasn’t sure yet whether she was gay, straight or bi. She had never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Never been kissed, and still a virgin. She had a feeling that she was bi, because of how hot she found all the women in her life, the models she was looking at on the Internet, as well as her mother, sister and brother’s girlfriend. But equally she had enjoyed watching porn on the Internet, watching a well-endowed man roughly take a girl from behind for instance, she longed to feel a cock inside her. But she didn’t think it would ever happen to her, she had to keep herself bottled up, under control, but it got more difficult every single day, a huge pressure building inside her waiting to explode.

You see Megan’s biggest, most shocking secret, even moreso than the unnatural hair growth, was her insatiable desire for all things sexual. It was strongest when there was full moon, and through her hours of study researching what might be wrong with her, she had often considered the idea that maybe she was some kind of werewolf. But that instead of wanting to devour people, when the transformation happened she wanted to fuck everything, anything.

She stayed in her room all the time, because the feelings of lust were often controllable. She imagined her rugged, manly father pinning her down and prizing her tight virgin pussy wide open with his huge cock. She imagined her mother and sister and brother’s girlfriend all over her, licking her sopping wet cunt, her brother’s cock filling her mouth with seed. She imagined being cum all over by hundreds of guys, being pissed on and spat on. She imagined being tied up, her super-sensitive nipples clamped and tweaked, to be spanked hard till her ass cheeks were bright red. The thoughts and the fantasies just kept coming.

She had reverted to the Internet to try and help her ease the building pressure, by watching pornography and learning about everything sexual she could consume. There was no fetish that didn’t appeal to her, she wanted to get a webcam and exhibit herself to the world, to be adored as a sex object by millions. But she had to keep self control, she had to stop herself, especially on a full moon, from exposing the disgusting desires that filled her every thought.

Megan locked herself in her room, and tried to relieve the pressure by masturbating. Touching herself, fucking herself with her hairbrush, stealing large pointy objects she found around the house to insert into cunt or her ass later, always needing a different sensation to try to get the release she needed, but the pressure just keep building regardless. Even after the momentary pause following one of her insanely powerful orgasms, as every orgasm she had was, the thoughts remained. tuzla escort It was just like the hair, she could try to get rid of the desires she had inside her by fingering them away, but in no time they were back.

She dreaded the odd occasion when during a full moon, she would be called out of her room by someone. Her mother or father perhaps nagging again about the fact that she’s always locked up in her room, and why doesn’t she come out. Sometimes, on those nights, she could get away with it, remaining hidden in her cell. She thought of it as a cell at those times, because it was protecting her family from what she might do if she came out. Other times they were so insistent she had to come out, albeit briefly. She’d open the door to her room, her dad standing there wanting her to come and join them downstairs. She’d refuse of course, it would be too much, but the powerful urge just to dive down and stick her daddy’s fat cock in her mouth, or pull him inside to fuck her senseless was always there, overwhelming her, she had to be quick to make her excuses and get back inside to finger herself to yet another powerful orgasm.

The pressure kept building, and she knew that at some point, she just wouldn’t be able to control herself anymore, she knew that sometime soon something was going to send her over the edge, but still she tried to bottle it.

Maybe she was some kind of werewolf? She had the fur, she had the uncontrollable desires that werewolves had, particularly around a full moon. What other explanation could there be? Maybe it was because she had been born on Halloween she thought, and she had researched this too with some success.

She eventually came across stories of other women with similar conditions to hers. The unnaturally fast-growing body hair, the affect of the full moon, the insatiable desire for sex. But the stories seemed all to be fictional, she could not find any mention of it really happening to anyone. Maybe if there were others, they were all in the same position as her, trying to control themselves, locking themselves in a room away from prying eyes, trying to find out more online.

She set up a site, appealing for others to come forwards, but all she got was pervy guys telling her how hot body hair was, and how they wanted to fuck her. The thought of all these strangers wanting her turned her on so much, it was just adding to the pressure, it was just making her more and more insatiable.

As her 21st birthday fast approached, another Halloween with another full moon — she had got used to checking out when every full moon was due in the calendar, so for her birthday, Halloween and a full moon all to coincide at once was not that rare, what made it different was that she was to be 21. No longer a child, but a real woman. Maybe this was a phase, maybe once she was out of childhood, it would all sort itself out and she would become normal. She didn’t really believe that, but the hope was there.

Her birthdays were always a struggle, especially when there was a full moon. She would not be able to lock herself in her room that night. She knew she would be expected to celebrate her birthday with her family somehow. Usually she managed to get away with it just being a short family meal followed by a bit of TV, then feigning exhaustion from her studies and going to bed, but this year was going to be different.

It was her 21st birthday after all they had said to her, she will only be 21 once. Daddy’s little girl all grown up. She wasn’t Daddy’s little girl of course, that was Carly, but Megan got the idea. They were going to do something special for this birthday, something more than usual, and so Megan was wary. Wary of what she might do, worried that the pressure might build to a crescendo that would lead to her revealing her depraved fantasies, trying to force herself on her brother or something like that. She had to try and relieve the pressure, and so she spent most of the day masturbating, trying to get it all out of her system.

The nights were getting darker in late October, the full moon would be impaled in the sky as a warning to all around her that is never heeded by 6 o’ clock at the latest, with the impromptu party that her family had organised for her expected to start around 7. That was good she thought, because at least she had an hour to assess what affect a full moon on her 21st birthday at Halloween might have on her cravings. If she felt like she was not going to be able to control herself, she could disappear and return the next morning, make up some excuse about being too shy, too self conscious, although going out into the night in that state might lead her into more trouble. She was worried.

As 6 o’clock drew nearer, and a veil of darkness slowly began to descend on the earth, Megan was trying to make herself presentable. Her mother and father had put forward the idea of everyone getting dressed up in Halloween costumes for our little pendik escort party, and so she had found herself a witches hat, and wore a black long-sleeve blouse and black trousers. It wasn’t the best witches costume in the world, not sexy in any way, but it covered her fur, and that was her main consideration when choosing it.

As she was getting ready, thoughts of her fake plastic broomstick being rammed up inside her suddenly began to fill her mind, then more and more depraved fantasies began to surface. She looked out of the window to see the full moon now bright in the night sky, it was 7 already. She looked down to see her brother’s girlfriend waving up to her, she was dressed as little red riding hood, but a much sluttier version. And here was Megan, the wolf in the story, looking down at her, wanting to rip off her little red skirt that barely covered her at all, wanting to sink her tongue deep into those little red crevices. The scene playing in Megan’s mind. Her brother grabbing her from behind.

“Oh my, what a big cock you have!” she would say to him.

“All the better to fuck you silly with!” he would reply, and whilst Megan’s tongue continued to lap up Kelly’s moistness, he would be behind her fucking her hard.

Megan shook her head to clear her thoughts, drawing her fingers back away from her pussy. She couldn’t do this. This was going to be too hard. The sensations she was feeling tonight felt even stronger than during a normal full moon. She wasn’t going to able to control herself. She could run off as planned, but she’d need to go somewhere quickly, somewhere no one else would be. She couldn’t risk running into anyone, she wouldn’t be able to stop it.

She couldn’t think of a safe hiding place, a sanctuary to wait it out until morning when it would pass, but she knew she couldn’t stay there. She opened up her window, feeling the cool October night air against her face as visions of men plastering her cheeks with their cum rammed itself into her skull. Again she shook her head, and began to climb out of the window and against the drain pipe, ready to make her escape. The drainpipe pressing against her pussy, she imagined a man with a cock as big as a drain pipe, the girth splitting her wide, she let out a slight moan as the pipe brushed against her crotch, then again composed herself and began to climb down.

She stopped looking over to her sister’s bedroom, there was Carly brazenly walking around with the light on, completely naked. Her freshly shaven pussy on display for anyone who wanted to look through the open curtains. More thoughts, thoughts of Carly teasing her, masturbating in front of her, willing her to lick her.

This was going to be a tough night, never had these thoughts come so quickly or vividly, even on a night of a full moon. Something strange was happening, this was too much for her.

Eventually she managed to will herself to continue climbing down, but as she reached the bottom, she felt an uncontrollable desire to touch herself. She was transfixed now, not thinking about anything but her pleasure, she pulled down her trousers and panties, her furry legs and pussy, never before seen publically, never before having felt the cool breeze on them like this. Her fingers frantically frigging at her furry pussy, she began to feel an orgasm building inside her. She wanted to scream out, call everyone everywhere to come see, to come fuck her.

“Oh shit…fuck!” she exclaimed, suddenly realising what she was doing, and re-dressing herself.

“I’ve so got to get out of here,” she said, making a decision to go now, far away and not come back till morning.

But only seconds after she had adjusted herself, but a gentleman approached her.

“You must be Megan,” he said walking over to her, “I’m Jim, a friend of your mother’s, she thought it might be quite nice if I came and spent some time getting to know you.”

Megan looked at him with immediate carnal desire, and no doubt he could tell. He held out his hand as if to shake hands, and when Megan extended hers to meet him, fire still in her eyes, she watched him bend down and kiss her hand, her hand that had just been stroking her soaked cunt. She wondered if he could smell her sex, whether he could taste her juices on her hand. She had visions of him licking her right there, strangers fucking in front of her parent’s house.

He could sense the depravity of her thoughts, she knew it.

“You look ravishing,” he said, “here let me take you into the party.”

She had no choice now but to be escorted inside by this kind gentleman. She wished that he was not so kind, that he would just stop here right now and have his way with her, force himself on her. Because if he didn’t, maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t be able to stop herself forcing him to the ground and straddling his face. Maybe. But no she had no choice but to go inside.

Jim was wearing a vampire costume, complete with fake blood around his lips, and strange eyebrows. Oh how Megan wished he would sink his teeth into her neck, or suck her womanly juices from her hairy wet cunt. He held her hand to his mouth, he was sniffing her scent surely she thought, he knew she had been fingering herself, maybe he’d even seen. She wanted him now, right now, and she went immediately in for a deep lingering wet snog.

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You and I are very close. I actually feel closer to you than I do to my own mother. I just graduated high school and never had a real boyfriend. One reason is that I was always to busy studying, the second was that no guy ever measured up to you. Now that I am 18, I plan to have you.

The three of watch TV together every night in the den, mom in the recliner and you and I sit together on the love seat. This particular evening the window is open allowing the crisp cool air inside the house. You are dressed in lounge pants and I in just a long t-shirt and panties. I get chilled so I run to the closet and get a blanket, laying it over both of us. I snuggle next to you trying to warm up from the heat your body is emitting. You feel me shiver and run your hands up and down my thigh in an attempt to warm me up. Your hands feel so big and strong on my skin, and I long for them to touch me intimately. My hand falls into your lap feeling that you have an erection, and I find this very exciting. I slowly rub my hand along you and can feel you take a deep breath and hold it. I look over and see mom has fallen asleep which she almost always did. I look up at you and see a longing in your eyes I have never seen before. I lick my lips and slide my fingers under the waste band of you pants, waiting for you to tell me to stop or grab my hand. You did not, so I slowly slide my fingers further feeling your pubic hairs tickling my fingers as I make my way to your cock.

My fingers are soft on your skin as you grow harder against them. I run my finger along the head and feel pre cum that has pooled there. I remove my hand and place that finger in my mouth tasting the saltiness and essence of you. I am still curious and wish to explore more, sliding my hand back into your pants where it is so very warm.

I slowly trail my fingers up and down before finally wrapping them around your thick cock. I feel how hard you are and run my hand up and down you, as it grows even larger. Your hand on my thigh begins to go higher until it reaches my panties. You feel the moisture has soaked into my panties making them nice and wet.

I had touched myself before, but I never felt as excited as I did knowing it was your hand there. You start to pull your hand away and mine grabs yours holding it still, “Please daddy,” I whisper softly knowing you would do anything for me. I feel your hand relax some as I slip it into the front of my panties. Your fingers are so much thicker than mine and it feels so different having you touch me. I spread my thighs open more as I move your fingers over my bare pussy. We both breathe in at the same time as I guide your finger to my tight opening, both for different reasons. Myself as I was going to be touched by a man, and you because you are about to touch your step daughter. I let out the air I had been holding deep in my chest as I push your index finger inside. You let out a moan as the tightness of my virgin pussy is such a turn on. I look over towards mom and see she is still sleeping.

I begin to run my fingers up and down you again as I had stopped momentarily. My fingers travel down to your izmir escort balls exploring the wrinkled skin. I alternated between the two gently squeezing and tugging on them. All the while my fingers explored you on my one hand; my other hand was controlling your finger as I slid it in and out of me. My hips began to press against your hand needing more. I gripped my fingers back around you and began to stroke you to match my fingers instinctually. I look up at you to see your head back on the couch your breathing becoming rapid. Your finger feels so much better than mine and I long for more. A rustling noise makes us both freeze and I look over to see mom is starting to wake up.

“You probably should head off to bed,” she says.

“Okay mom,” I reply as I slowly slip your finger out of me and remove our hands from my panties taking special care for her not to notice. My hand releases you as I slip my hand from your pants. “Good night daddy. I love you,” I say as I give you a kiss on the lips running my tongue quickly across them, which surprises you.

“Good night princess,” you manage to choke out.

I slip from the underneath the blanket and walk over to mom giving her a peck on the cheek. “Good night mom,” I say as I skip off to my room.

That night I dream about you and wake up with the goal of one day going even further. I get out of bed and put on my short shorts and cropped tank top with no bra, as it was Saturday and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I see you sitting at the table reading the paper. “Good morning daddy,” I say in my sweetest voice as I kiss your cheek, pressing my breasts up against your arm, my nipples erect.

You clear your throat before you reply, “Morning princess.”

I skip away and open the fridge and bend down to look at the bottom drawer, spreading my legs a little as my shorts slide up exposing a good amount of my ass cheeks. I don’t see anything in there, so I shut the door and grab a banana and sit down at the chair beside you. I peel the banana slowly and slip the tip of it into my mouth, moving it in and out. I raise my eyes and see you peeking around your newspaper. “Mmmm, this is so good,” I moan out as I take my first bite.

“Princess,” you say sternly as you go back to reading your paper. I finish eating as you don’t look towards me again.

“I am going to the mall today. I’ll see you later daddy.”

It was mid afternoon when I came home and went to the kitchen to grab a cherry popsicle. I walk to the den where you are watching a baseball game. “Where’s mom?” I ask when I notice she isn’t in her chair.

“She had a headache, so she is laying down,” you answer. I sit down on the love seat next to you and begin to watch the game. I bring the popsicle to my lips slowly tracing them with the pointed tip. My mouth opens and I lick the cold juice off of my lips. I can see you trying to watch the game but I know you are sneaking peaks at me. I run my tongue from the bottom of the popsicle to the top, before wrapping my lips around it and sliding it into my mouth. I move kahramanmaraş escort it in and out seductively as if it was a cock. I pretend to watch the game as my mouth makes love to the popsicle, and I secretly hope that you are enjoying the show. My lips have gotten very red between the cold and the coloring of the red popsicle. “Hey daddy, look at my lips they are red now,” I say as I make a kissy face at you.

“That’s nice princess,” you say in a voice that sounds strained. I look down to your lap and see that your cock is hard. I cup my hand around it squeezing it. You grab my hand and push it away from you, “Don’t. What happened last night was a mistake, and it can’t happen again.”

My eyes fill with tears as I say, “Why don’t you want me daddy?”

‘It’s not that I don’t want you princess. Fuck, god knows I want you so bad. But this isn’t right.”

I softly say, “I understand daddy,” as I stand up and walk to my room, locking the door behind me.

Time for plan B I think to myself as I lay down on my bed, planning my next move. I fall asleep for what turned out to be hours when I hear a soft knock at the door. “Princess, are you okay?” you ask in a concern voice.

“I’m fine daddy,” I reply. I hear you walk away and the bathroom door open and close, the shower starting. Bingo I think to myself.

I strip off all my clothes and throw on my black silk robe. Quietly I unlock and open my bedroom door. I quickly peer into your bedroom where mom is still sleeping, before creeping down the hall to the bathroom. I slowly turn the knob and open the door. The steam of the hot water has already engulfed the room, and I quickly slip inside. I see your beautiful naked body before me and slide my robe off of my shoulders, it dropping to the tile floor.

Slowly I enter behind your pressing my naked body against your back. I wrap my arms around you, my hands running over the muscles in your chest. Slowly I move them down your chiseled abs and stomach until I wrap my hand around your hard cock. “Oh yes darling I am so glad your headache is gone,” you groan out as my other hand cups your balls.

I begin to stroke your cock slowly up and down, and you put your palms against the shower wall, your eyes closed. I slowly move around you and get down on my knees in front of your hard throbbing cock. My tongue slowly runs up the underside of you and I feel your cock twitch against it. I kiss the thick head of your cock, my tongue darting out to taste it. My lips slowly wrap around the head as I begin to suck it, my lips stroking the rim. You hips begin to thrust and I feel your hands on my head.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good, don’t stop,” you start to say as you open your eyes. Your whole body stills as you see me looking up at you, the head of your cock still in my mouth. I feel your hands leave my head and I know that you are going to tell me to get up. Just as you begin to say, “Stop.” I slide my mouth further down your cock my lips gripping it tightly, and then slowly slide back up to suck just the head again. I look manavgat escort up and see your eyes gazing at me.

I hear you let out a moan in surrender as you hoarsely whisper, “God help me,” as your fingers grab my hair. I slide back down your hard cock taking it even deeper and back up again to the tip. Slowly my tongue licks the head before wrapping my lips around it again and sliding back down taking even more of you into my mouth. Your hands begin to push me down as your hips begin to move thrusting your cock even deeper into my mouth causing me to gag as it hits the back of my throat. The sound turns you on even more as you continue to throat fuck me. I feel your cock swell and then pulse just before the first stream hits the back of my throat. You hold me down on your cock until you are finally spent and then slowly pull my mouth off of you.

You grab my shoulders lifting me up to a standing position and then look down out me, and say, “Princess that was amazing however it can never happen again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes daddy. I understand perfectly,” I purr as I step out of the shower and put my robe back on, slipping out the door leaving you alone in the bathroom.

The next few days go by and we act like nothing happened between us, carrying on the same way we always did.

Mom had to go out of town on business and she was taking a late flight out. I took her to the airport as you had a dinner meeting with clients. It was after midnight when I finally get home and you are already asleep in bed. I remove my clothes and climb into bed with you. You are on your side and I slide under the covers facing you. I run my fingers along your shoulders and then down your chest, pinching your nipple. Your eyes fly open and before you can say something I cover your mouth with mine. I kiss you hard my tongue seeking out yours, stroking it.

Your arms wrap around me as your mouth takes control. Your tongue sweeps in, exploring my mouth as you pull my body closer to you. You change positions and quickly I am under you. I feel your knees spread my legs as you settle in between them, your cock resting at the entrance of my pussy. You pull your lips away from mine and I open my eyes. “You should leave now,” you groan out knowing that you are losing control.

“No,” I whisper, “I want you to make love to me.”

Your mouth comes crashing down on mine as you slowly push your cock inside. My body tenses as your cock reaches the barrier. You kiss me slower and more passionately and as I begin to relax you thrust in. My eyes water and my cries go unheard as they drown in your mouth. You stay still allowing my pussy to get accustomed to you being inside. “Are you okay?” you whisper against my lips.

“Oh yes,” I purr as I wrap my legs around your waist. You slowly begin to move in and out of me. My body begins to move with yours as I rise up to meet your every thrust. Your hands grab my ass and begin driving even deeper.

“Oh god baby, your pussy is so tight, I won’t last long. You are going to make me cum,” you moan out. My hands move down to your ass grabbing you, pulling you in deeper. You thrust a few more times and I feel your cock thickening as you get closer to orgasm. You cry out as you slam into me filling my pussy with your thick hot cum.

You collapse beside me, kiss my lips gently. “I love you princess,” you whisper.

“I love you daddy,” I reply. You pull me close as we drift off to sleep in each others arms.

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My Daddy just finished teaching me how to give him the best blow job ever and he rewarded me by feeding me a belly full of his super salty cum. His orgasm had hit him so hard that his body had erupt into shakes, his legs nearly giving away so that he had to plop onto my bed before he collapsed to the floor.

I’m laying beside him, caressing his stomach lovingly; I’m annoyed that he won’t let me touch his cock, again, but he says it’s too sensitive. He and I are talking about how good it’s going to feel when he puts his mouth on my too-hot pussy and I can’t wait; I hope I cum as hard as he had, my body shaking uncontrollably like his had.

I shudder this time, my eyes wide as I examine his face. “You’re going to suck me, Daddy?” I whisper in shock, too nervous to ask it any louder. I take my bottom lip between my teeth as he turns onto his side facing me, his right hand moving between us toward my dripping wet cunt lips that are throbbing with need. I feel another puddle of girl cum ooze from my opening to coat my lips, my clit beating in time with my heart.

My Daddy nods, his eyes dark with arousal and his lips parted in an almost evil looking smile. “Abso fucking lutely.” he growls his answer, his index and middle fingers pressing to my aching bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy; he smiles when I moan for him and kick my leg up over his hip to spread open for him. “You ever have your pussy eaten, Baby Girl?” he asks me softly, his eyes glued to mine as he watches to see if I lie.

I shake my head in the negative, my eyes wide as they lock with his. “No, Daddy…” I reply softly, with my little girl voice. “I am completely untouched. I swear.” I add softly and feel a blush burn across my cheeks as he lowers his fingers toward my dripping hole. “You’re the only person to ever see or feel me there, Daddy…ever. It’s yours.”

He moans at that, his eyes glowing with pride. “Daddy’s good Baby Girl…” he praises me with a kiss to my forehead as he rubs his 2 fingers through my slit along my opening; he eases just his index finger into my tight wetness. “Fuck me…you’re such a good girl.” he purrs, his lips moving toward my mouth; he kisses me then, his tongue slipping between my lips when I gasp in surprise. “So responsive.” he groans, then he kisses me like a man kisses his woman and he pulls back when he feels me start to ride his finger.

I open my eyes to watch the hunger darken his eyes to nearly black. “Does it…” I whisper curiously, then blush with embarrassment; but I desperately want to know. “Does it feel good, Daddy? Does my pussy feel good on your finger?” I ask him as I push and pull my pussy on the single digit penetrating my virgin depths; I frown when I realize that he withdraws before he can go deep enough to pop my cherry.

I guess he wants that for his cock. I smile. “Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?”

“So good, Baby Girl.” he promises me, then he pulls his fingers from between my legs toward his mouth; he smiles most deviously when I gasp in shock, then he slides the cunt juice smeared fingers deeply into his mouth with a satisfied groan. “So delicious, Baby Girl. Your pussy juice tastes better than the freshest fruit juice and Daddy is going to feast on that delectable young pussy!” he growls, then he shoves me onto my back.

“You know how to suck dick now, Baby Girl.” he purrs as he kisses along my neck, then starts his way lower. “Now I’m going to show you how a pussy gets eaten. Every time you make Daddy happy with that perfect fucking mouth, Daddy is going to do the same thing for your sweet little snatch.” he purrs, his lips kissing down the column of my neck; he kisses down toward my left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth with a violent suck, then he bites town a bit too hard before twirling his tongue around it.

I cry out and arch up against him, my pussy colliding with his cock above me.

“No, no, no.” Daddy admonishes me, his hand moving to my hip to press me back down to the mattress. “Daddy is going to fuck his Baby Girl and he’s going to fuck her good.” he growls, his tongue licking across my chest toward my other nipple. “First, I’m going to eat you and you’re going to fucking love it. Daddy has a magic tongue.” he laughs, then suckles, bites, and licks at the other nipple just as he had the first.

I moan and writhe beneath him, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing. “Daddy…” I cry out softly, my eyes watching his lips and tongue working my nipple; it’s like he’s directly between my legs with that mouth and I might just explode for him. “Daddy, I’m so hot…so wet…please.” I beg not caring how desperate it makes me. “PLEASE!”

“Such an impatient little girl is Daddy’s Baby Girl.” Daddy chuckles softly, his lips and tongue burning a pathway down over my stomach; he blows softly on my belly button, then kisses lower still. “So eager for Daddy to swallow her cum.” he purrs; when he gets to the top of my pubic mound, I nearly scream out at the touch zonguldak escort of his lips to my clit.

He chuckles, pulls his left arm up to place his left palm heavily on my belly to keep me pinned down; his right hand pushes my left leg up from beneath my thigh so that my pussy is completely open for him. “Fuck, would you look at that beauty.” he growls before he leans down and suckles at the distended bundle of nerves that has me on edge; his chin in immediately coated in my girl cum and he moans.

“So wet for Daddy.” he growls happily, his tongue sweeping between my moist folds toward my needy opening. He moans as he gets a full flooding of my girl cum, then he gently pushes his tongue into my whole as far as it can go and moans, again. “Help Daddy. Hold your leg up for me.” he instruct me and waits for me to reach down beneath both of my knees to pull them apart and up toward my chest; he adjusts himself so that both of his hands are now on my smooth pussy, then pulls the lips apart so widely that he has a clear view of my engorged clit, throbbing pink virginal slit, and puckered asshole.

“Fuck me, that’s gorgeous.” he swears before he leans down to press his tongue to my anus; he moans, twirls his tongue around it to lap up my leaking pussy cream, then licks back upward toward my now open entry hole. “So fucking pink and innocent. Daddy can’t wait to fuck it, Baby Girl…to fill it with my cum day in and day out.” he growls hungrily, then leans back down to lick into my canal; his tongue sinks into me, his chin pressing against my labia and his nose brushing my needy clit.

I moan for him, try to buck against his mouth, but he merely sucks at my swollen labia. “Oh, Daddy, please.” I whimper, my eyes glancing down between my legs to watch him; I moan, again, when he licks me from anus to clit. “Daddy, please. I need it so badly. I’m so hot for you. I need to cum. Please make me cum. Please, Daddy, PLEASE!” I whimper, as I watch him trace the tip of his tongue around my clit in lazy circles; I feel the lightest touch and it’s driving me mental. “DAAAADDYYY!!!” I whine.

He chuckles, his eyes locked with mine. “This is how a pussy should be properly eaten, Baby Girl.” he begins in his perfect College Professor voice; he smirks when I gasp at him in exasperation. “The clit is red, swollen, and throbbing. It should be handled with care or the woman could blow much too soon.” he warns, then locks eyes with me as he leans forward to pull it into his mouth like a pacifier; he sucks a few times like I had sucked at his cock head, then he twirls his tongue around it almost roughly.

I gasp and arch against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, then gasp when he stops.

“Down here is your vagina, Baby Girl.” he continues as if I hadn’t just cried out in frustration at him; he runs his tongue between my folds toward my clenched opening. “Daddy’s cock is going to sink right into this little hole, Baby Girl, and stretch you right out. He’s going to fit so snugly inside of your moist heat.” he promises, his index finger pushing inside of my hungry cunt while his lips return to my clitoris.

“Oh, Daddy, PLEASE.” I whimper now on the verge of tears.

Daddy’s finger curls inside of me and presses against a spongy wall of tissue that makes me gasp. “That’s your g spot, Baby Girl.” he coos, his mouth closing over my aching bundle of nerves to suckle at me, again. “I’ll always press you right there while sucking on your sensitive little nubbin. I’m going to make you cream Daddy’s face so you will be wet enough for me to bury my fat cock deep inside you without pain.”

I feel fire burning along my every nerve. “Oh, Daddy.” I gasp, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I revel in the feelings taking over me. My clit is so hot and hard in my Daddy’s mouth, my pussy clenching and sucking at the digit buried inside of me. I hug my legs tighter to me as I feel my muscles clench. “I’m going to cum for you, Daddy. I’m going to cum so hard for you. Please don’t stop sucking my pussy.” I beg as I grind against him now. “Oh, Daddy, please don’t stop eating my tight little virgin cunt!”

My Daddy doesn’t stop.

His drives his finger against my inner g spot with rapid thrusts, his tongue and lips working at my aching clit. He circles the bundle of nerves, sucks it deeply into his mouth, then bites down on it a little bit too hard; but it’s enough to make my body explode beneath him. He continues licking and sucking back and forth between my oozing cunt hole and throbbing clit, his finger now saturated in my girl cum.

I scream things. I have no idea what I say, but I scream them. My throat burns with the screaming, my body tight and convulsing. White lights dance behind my tightly squeezed eyelids and I struggle to breathe as my body seems to be one giant cramp; my pussy pulsates around my Daddy’s finger a second before I melt.

I release my legs and they flop to the bed around my Daddy, my entire body fethiye escort sinking into my mattress as pleasure relaxes me from head to toe. I force sleepy eyes to open, then smile down at my Daddy quite contentedly; I lick my lips and open my mouth to thank him, to tell him that it’s the best orgasm that I have ever had in years of masturbating, but my brain won’t connect to my mouth and I can only giggle.

Daddy smiles, then eases his way up the bed, his once again rock hard cock being stroked with his right hand. “Daddy’s going to fuck you now, Baby Girl.” he purrs, his left hand shoving my weak right leg out of his way so that he can press the tip of his heavily swollen cock at the opening to my drenched vagina. “Daddy’s going to take that cherry and make you mine. I can’t wait to pop that cherry wide open and fill you up with my cum!” he says excitedly, then aims himself at my core.

I glance down at my labia, watch them greedily spread for his cock. I’m so wet.

Daddy presses his cock head to my waiting hole, eases it in a bit, his eyes wild with lust.

I bite my lower lip as I wait for him to sink home, to take my virginity.

“Dillon?”

Daddy freezes, his eyes locked with my equally wide ones.

“Dillon? Can you come downstairs, please? I need your help.”

Daddy shoves off of me, his cock head glistening with my cunt juice, and practically leaps off of the bed; his now softened cock dangling dejectedly between his legs. “I’ll be right down.” he calls to his wife, then looks down at me with a moan. He leans down to kiss me quickly, a rough press of his lips to mine, then he reaches down for his clothes and bolts out of my room with a soft click of my door.

I hear the bathroom door click shut, then the sink water running and I pout while caressing my aching cunt lips; I’m burning with need, my pussy pulsing against my hand. I slide from my bed and look for my clothes, skip the bra and panties, and slide them back on. My pussy is tender, the soft cotton of the crotch rubbing at the still sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy and I really hate my Mother in that moment.

Yes, I had a massive orgasm on my Daddy’s mouth and it was a fucking great one, but he was about to fuck me. He was about to fill me with his delicious cock and make me his once and for all, but noooooo. She had to come back home and ruin it for me; even as my muscles are still soft and jelly-like from that cumming, I feel unfulfilled. I need more. I need my Daddy to fill me in every possible way.

“Dillon?”

I glare at my bedroom door, my Mother’s voice coming from just outside of it.

“Jesus, Vera, I’m taking a shit!” my Daddy snaps nastily. “That okay with you?” he demands nastily, the toilet flushing and the sink running, again. The bathroom door clicks open and I hear my Daddy in the hallway with my Mother. “I told you that I would be right down. You don’t need to come up and fetch me!”

“Dillon, why are you yelling?”

“Because sometimes you can be just so…unnecessarily annoying.” he growls, then his footsteps can be heard stomping away toward the stairwell. “Let’s go! You needed my help so badly that you had to come and interrupt me in the bathroom. Let’s go and do whatever it is that you needed my help doing.”

“Hurrumf.” comes Vera’s whispered grunt, but then her footsteps vanish down the hall.

I smile to myself, a seed of thought planted in my head at that moment. I want my Daddy to fuck me, but we can’t risk getting repeatedly interrupted by my Mother. I also don’t want to share him with her; I want his cock filling me and only me; that means that I’ve got to convince Daddy now more than ever that we need to move out.

ASAP.

Now I know exactly how to do just that.

Over the next few days, Daddy and I don’t get to spend too much time together because my Mother was in psycho mode and she became the one doing all of the driving me around. She drove me to practice in the early mornings, stayed and watched me run laps, snuck into the ladies locker room to make sure no boys came in while I showered, then left when the first bell rang; she did this for a week straight.

At home, she wouldn’t let me leave my bedroom except for dinner.

I never had anything to say to her or him at that point; I was furious.

A week after Daddy and I had our first orgasms with each others’ mouths, he finds me in the basement doing a load of laundry. I’m wearing a t shirt and sweats, no underwear at all since it’s laundry day and they’re all being washed. I am just pouring a cup of detergent into the running water when I feel hands sweep across my bare stomach beneath my t shirt; I moan softly and toss the soap aside to turn toward my Daddy.

He pulls me close and presses his lips to mine, then shoves his tongue into my mouth. His hands sweep beneath my t shirt, up to my tits where he plucks and twists my nipples; his heavy erection presses against alanya escort my stomach as he shoves me back against the washing machine. “I’m going fucking crazy with how much I need your mouth.” he growls, his hands sweeping down my ribs, along my waist, into the back of my sweat pants to cup the bare firmness of my ass; he lifts me up to straddle his waist.

I kiss him back, my hands in his hair. “I’m so horny, Daddy.” I gasp, my lips and tongue warring with his for control of our kiss. “I hate that she keeps getting in the way, Daddy. I need you so much!” I cry, his hard cock dry humping my pussy; I moan as my sweat pants scratch deliciously at my clit. “We need to move, Daddy. Take me away from here! Think of all of the fucking we could do. Don’t you want to fuck me, Daddy?”

“I want to fuck you so badly, Baby Girl.” he growls, his hands shoving my t shirt up so that he can bend down to suckle at my nipples. He moans with need as he sets me on my feet, then yanks the sweatpants down hard enough to make them fall to my feet. “I need it.” he growls, then drops to his knees in front of me and proceeds to feast on my cunt.

I bury my hands in his hair and pull his face closer to my pussy and moan. “I want your cock, Daddy.” I groan, as he laps at me hungrily; I’m so close, already, my clit so hard against his probing tongue. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out knowing that my Mother is right at the top of the stairs making dinner in the kitchen. “Daddy, I’m going crazy with not being able to have you. Please. Take me away somewhere. I need you.”

My Daddy’s tongue sinks into me. “I know, Baby Girl.” he moans, then returns to sucking my aching clit. “I’ve tried to sneak in to your room every night this week, but your Mother is being so needy since our fight last week.” he grumbles, his index finger easing into my tight passage. “Come, Baby Girl. Climb on my face.” he commands me, then lays down on his back against the cold concrete of the basement floor; he undoes his jeans button and zipper, then frees his thick erection already oozing precum.

“I’m going to teach you how to 69 with me.” he growls as he strokes his thickness, then he moans and spreads his legs a bit. “Take off your pants and straddle Daddy’s face. Put one leg on each side of my head with your pussy over my mouth, but make sure that you’re facing Daddy’s cock so that you can take it into your mouth. Hurry, Baby Girl.” he commands, stroking himself faster; his stomach muscles clenching.

I kick off my sweats, then hurry to straddle his face before leaning forward toward his cock. “If we lived alone, Daddy, we wouldn’t have to wait for moments like this.” I grumble, then circle his cock head with my tongue while stroking his length with a tight grip. I lean forward and suck the whole thing down into my mouth and throat to wet it up, then pull it free and stroke it some more all the while he sucks furiously at my clit. “I want us to fuck, Daddy, and not have to be all quiet because Mom is across the hall. I want us to fuck and I want it now. We need to move out of here. Please, Daddy.”

“I know, Baby Girl.” he groans, his tongue licking up my slit toward my anus. “I need to fuck you so badly. My dick has stayed hard since almost sinking into you the other day.” he moans, then returns to sucking my clit. He pulls my pussy harder against his mouth, his tongue working back and forth between my clit and penetrating me.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” I whimper softly, then lean forward to take his cock deeply into my mouth as I ride his tongue to orgasm. I feel the warm lady jizz pour from me all over my Daddy’s face as I suck and stroke his cock; I moan around a mouthful of his man meat, his tip hitting the back of my throat as I quake around him. I suck and stroke him harder and faster, feel it thickening against my tongue, and then I’m swallowing down his semen in giant squirts that nearly gag me.

He moans from between my legs, his body shaking. “Fuck.”

I clean him up thoroughly as he licks the last of my juices away, my tongue licking his entire length on all sides, then I make up my mind. I carefully lift my leg from around his head and turn my body around. “I fucking want it.” I growl, then kick my leg over his pelvis to fit his spent cock between my drenched cuntlips; I grind against his limp length trying to coax it back to life. “I need to have you take me, Daddy, please!”

He moans, his hands reaching for my tits as they hang down over his face beneath the t shirt. “I know, Baby Girl, I know.” he groans, his hips thrusting up to meet my every drop onto him; he moans, his cock becoming wet with my pussy juice. “I want to fuck you so badly that I’m going insane with it. You were so tight around my tip when I–“

“Dillon?”

“You have GOT to fucking kidding me!” I moan as Daddy shoves me off of him; I fall onto my left hip with a slap of skin that is barely drowned out by the loud washing machine running. I glare over at my Daddy as he crab walks backward from me.

He scurries to his feet, zipping himself up as he moves. He hurriedly wipes his face on his t shirt, then appears at the bottom of the stairs. “Yeah?” he calls up, a basket of clean clothes suddenly in his arms. “I was just grabbing my clean clothes for the week and helping Shayna sort through hers. Did you mix your stuff into the bathroom hamper?”

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My earliest memories of childhood are clouded in a mist of sorts. I can remember my daddy coming home at weekends but nothing of him during the week. As I got older it became clear he worked very hard for us.

One of my most abiding memories of him is standing for hours on Friday evening, waiting for his car to come into the drive. As soon as the engine stopped I would rush out to meet him, jumping into his arms.

He had a warm comfortable smell about him, a mixture of engine oil and tobacco – he smoked a pipe in those days. He would throw me up in the air and put me on his shoulders as he marched into our lovely home.

But suddenly he didn’t come home. I was seven and couldn’t understand why. My mom told me they were going to divorce, but I didn’t know what it was about.

Then my mummy met another man. She brought him to our home and told me to call him Daddy, but I couldn’t. My daddy was a big man who loved me so much, not this rather smarmy little man she had in her bed at night, Mom making all sorts of very strange noises, frightening me.

Because I didn’t like him, couldn’t like him, I was sent to boarding school at ten, made to grow up before my time. I know I became a right little bitch, but made friends at the all girl school, even going home for the holidays with my new friends.

Anything to not have to be in the same house as her new man. He made me feel so strange with his sneaky looks every time I was not fully dressed. He would take every opportunity to come into the bathroom when I was bathing, and his hands were always touching me.

My dad used to send me parcels every week, and money. I was probably one of the richest kids in the school, always having the best clothes, but I so wanted to be with him. I wrote to him, sometimes twice in one day, always begging him to take me with him, but Mom had custody of me till I was eighteen.

At last that day came, my birthday, eighteen at long last. Oh, how I longed to go to him. My birthday present was a new car, a shiny new bright red Mini.

The head teacher gave me the keys and said, “There is something in the car for you.”

I rushed out to unlock the car and on the seat was a road map, with directions to his home.

The letter read “There will be a proper grown up party for you at seven this evening. Please, don’t be late.”

I studied the map for ages, till I knew every turn I had to make, right to his door. My best friend had been invited so was going with me on this first ever journey in my own car. I had passed my test as soon as I was seventeen, so I’d driven on many occasions, but only the school’s mini buss.

I can’t remember much about that journey except it brought me nearer to my dad. At last we turned the corner. His house stood well back from the road. It was huge. He had done very well for himself, now owning of the company he used to work for.

He met me at the door his arms going out to pick me up like he used to but he stopped and said, “Perhaps it’s not the way to treat a very beautiful young woman.”

Instead he took me in his arms and hugged me tight, the smell of oil and tobacco still there. I had come home at last.

The party was great, even the older people seemed happy with the rock band, not once complaining about it being too loud. The food was fantastic, but the highlight of the whole evening was when he took me onto the floor and waltzed me around the room in his big strong arms. I felt so safe, at last.

My friend was almost as smitten with my dad as I was. She talked about him all night, telling me how wonderful he was and what a lucky girl I was to have such a wonderful dad.

We crawled out of bed at lunch time the following day. Dad was up and working in his study so we made some breakfast and sat with him as he worked at whatever it was he had to do.

He announced it was time for a swim, “I hope you girls have brought your bathing suits with you.”

I told him we hadn’t known he had a swimming pool.

“Not to worry,” he replied, “there are some things in the bedroom that will probably fit you.”

I suppose you ought to know what we looked like. I was five feet five high, with a trim size ten figure, but my boobs were a lot bigger than my size ten ought to have, only 34″ but double D. My friend was about the same size, just a little shorter with normal size C cups.

We found some swimming things, but they weren’t the sort we were used to, our school swimming costumes were the regulation black with full bodies. All we could find were very skimpy bikinis, and even those were a bit too tight around my bust, causing me to almost spill out over the top.

With a towel wrapped round me to hide the fact that I was too big for this costume, we went down to the pool. It was outside but covered by a roof and surrounded by a high hedge, giving us total privacy. We got in quickly because both of us felt overexposed. Do you remember your first bikini? Well, this was much smaller then it ought to have been.

Dad came giresun escort out in a pair of Speedos. Yes, they were the fashion then, black and very small, emphasizing his masculine charms.

“Oh my goodness,” my friend gasped, “he looks like some sort of god.”

I was annoyed at her remark, after all, he was my dad. He dived in, swimming across the pool towards us. My heart was beating so hard. I didn’t want him to think I was too big, but knew he had noticed my womanly assets as we danced last night.

The bikini I had on was pale pink. It had become almost transparent in the water, and my nipples showed though. I know he noticed because his eyes kept straying back to them, no matter how hard he tried to look into my eyes. He just couldn’t help straying back to my tits.

“You look like your mother when she was your age, but even more beautiful.”

I know I blushed, I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

We swam for a while, all the time my mind wondering how the hell I was going to get out of the pool without showing even more of my very ample charms. Up to this point I had been so proud of my bosom. The other girls at college had been so envious of the attention my tits received, but at this moment I would have gladly swapped my friend for her more modest “C” cups.

Dad climbed out and walked across to the BBQ shouting, “I hope you girls like steak, because it’s all I’m good at cooking.”

There was nothing for it, I had to get out. And because of his idea of eating outside, I was going to be in this revealing outfit for the next hour or so at least.

He had loungers around the BBQ so we sat on either side of him as he expertly cooked the steaks. Because of the angle of the seat I was leaning back showing my tits off to his roving eyes. He also noticed my flat tummy and I’m sure he sussed out the wet triangle of my tiny briefs, only just hiding my smooth pussy.

Why did an eighteen year old virgin take the trouble to depilate her bush? It’s simple really, I hate hair on my body. Except my head, of course. Some of my friends had hair on their legs and under arms, but I thought it looked horrible, so at first I shaved it off. I later learned about better ways, so bought a machine that made me so smooth. It made me feel so womanly and cute.

The effect of this tiny bikini and my smooth pussy was the material pulling into the cleft of my sex and accentuating the shape of my outer lips, leaving not a lot to the imagination. I noticed his trunks were struggling to contain his rather large package, it seemed to have grown since he first walked to the pool. Was he getting off watching his own daughter?

Later that evening my friend’s parents called to pick her up. We had arranged it earlier because my dad’s place was halfway home for her. We kissed and held each other, not knowing when we would meet again. Our college course was over now, we were going into the real world.

She whispered in my ear as she left, “I think your Dad is the sexiest thing on legs.”

I gave her a slap on her bum as she climbed into the car.

That evening I learned so much about my Father, and his failed marriage. I never knew what had split them up. Apparently my mum was having an affair with the man she brought into our home all those years ago. My dad wanted me to live with him but due to his life style it was agreed that I would be better off with my mum. If only he knew the truth.

We sat talking into the early hours of the morning, him asking about my life, wanting to know who I had dated and even asking me how far I had gone with the boys I went out with. I thought it would have embarrassed me to talk like this to my dad, but it was just so easy, he seemed to make me feel safe.

I told him I had petted and even held a boy’s cock in my hand but never gone all the way with any of them. I explained how it didn’t feel right at the time. I admitted to him that one boy in particular had touched me there and made me feel so sexy, but something had just held me back.

He told me how proud he was of me, for being so strong, “It should be something very special the first time. You were so right not to have given in to the temptation.”

We at last went to bed, Dad in his own room, me in the guest room he had prepared for me. It was perfect, a mix of girly pink and teenage horror, even my favourite group posters on the walls, with a TV and music centre, everything a girl could want.

He had gone when I got up next day. His housekeeper, a stern looking older woman, came in to clean and prepare our evening meal. We couldn’t have been more different; she was as black as I am white, she was short and plump to my skinny, her hair was short but mine hung down my back in great waves of shimmering auburn. We had one thing in common though, she had a huge bust, even bigger than mine.

Jasmine, as I found her name to be, was a widow who was glad of having the work to supplement her meagre income. We became yalova escort friends that first day despite my first impressions of her sternness. She showed me all over the house, telling me where everything was kept and showing me how to use the huge range in the kitchen. I love cooking so asked if I could prepare the evening meal.

With her help I made Dad’s favourite supper. As soon as she left I dashed up to my room, finding the best clothes I owned, right down to my very best underwear, a balconette bra and matching thong in soft pink. You may have guessed my favourite colour is pink. I finished the outfit with hold up stockings and a short skirt. My top was a bit daring but he had seen most of me, at the pool yesterday.

I added a little of the perfume he had provided for me, it looked and smelt very expensive. I had just finished putting the final details on his supper, and myself, when he breezed in asking, “How’s my favourite girl?” He took me in his arms, giving me a kiss that made my knees go weak.

The meal was a wonderful success and he complimented me many times. The wine was stronger than any I had drunk before and I could feel it going to my head, making me say and do things perhaps I should not have.

We sat in the lounge watching the TV for a while before he asked if I wanted play chess. He knew I was good, but I didn’t know how good he was. We played for over an hour, before deciding to give it up for the night at a stalemate. It was getting quite late, but tomorrow was Saturday so he didn’t have to get up for work.

I had felt his eyes on me so many times, it was confusing. I was quite used to men looking, with my chest it was almost normal, but he was my dad. It made it feel somehow perverted, but it also turned me on so much to think he fancied me.

I went to bed and played with myself to relieve the feelings that had built up in my body during the evening. I remembered what my friend, Sandy, had said about my dad being the sexiest thing she had ever seen, and as I reached my climax it was him I was thinking of.

Dad woke me the following morning with a coffee. He sat on the side of my bed in just a robe, and not a very long one. It just about covered his obvious erection, but only just. I had on baby doll pj’s, not hiding much. They were pink, of course, and see through; just a little lacy strappy top with a thong. The covers hid me from the waist down.

I didn’t feel so embarrassed this morning, it seemed more natural to be with him in this rather daring attire. I sort of felt proud that I was so good looking, more so than ever before. I wanted to look sexy for him.

I had to go to the loo, and the en suite was only a few feet away but I knew as soon as I pushed the covers back I would be very exposed.

I said, “I must go to the loo, do you mind?”

He stood up and walked towards the door. As I stepped out of the bed, he turned to say something. I will never forget how his face lit up with pride and yes, lust, as he took in my body standing there in nothing but a little lace that enhanced my figure rather than hide it.

I ran to the toilet, locking the door behind me. I was shaking, but not with fear. His look had done something to me that I simply can’t explain. His eyes had made me feel so desirable, so downright sexy. Stripping of my pj’s I got into the shower to try to wash away the feelings he had generated deep inside me.

What can I say, it didn’t work. The hot water streaming down my body just made me feel more turned on, to the point where I had to use my fingers to give myself another orgasm and even that didn’t lessen the lust I had for my dad.

Wrapping a large towel round my body I ventured back into the bedroom and found him still standing where I had left him, his face was a mirror of my own feelings.

In a very gruff voice he asked, “What the hell are we going to do about this? I feel terrible wanting my own daughter, but you remind me so much of your mother when we first met.”

I said, “Come sit on the bed with me, let’s talk about this.”

I thought I was so grown up, giving council to my own father. As soon as he came near me the feelings multiplied by hundreds. I almost grabbed him, having to use every bit of self control I had to stop myself.

We tried to talk but as soon as I opened my mouth I knew talking wasn’t what we needed.

I just looked at him and pleaded, “Show me how to be a woman, please, Dad.”

He held me in his strong arms for a long time, my breathing shallow, my heart racing, my hand so near his huge erection.

Did I dare touch it?

I let my hand wander those few inches till I was touching his enormous cock. My fingers opened, letting it slip into my hand. It felt so very big and hard. He groaned as he felt my tiny, cool hand on his hot cock.

Dad moved to give me easier access to his wonderful cock, as we were so close it was difficult. In doing so it caused the towel to slip down my yozgat escort body, exposing my naked tits to him. His hand, like mine, was drawn towards them, first just touching the tips. It was like getting an electric shock as his fingertips touched my hard nipples.

We sat holding each other for some time, it was the most natural thing in the world to me. No embarrassment at all now, just a feeling of deep contentment. His fingers making little circles round my engorged nipples, sending wonderful feelings down my body and making my pussy throb with wanting.

He eased me back till I was lying across the bed, the towel slipping down to the floor. He stopped touching me, then standing between my legs just looking down at me.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect. I want you so much.”

I closed my eyes, and waited for him to penetrate me.

Being so naïve, not understanding what can happen between a man and a woman, I expected him to just stick it in me. I wanted him to so much, but he was on different plane than me. He knew how to please a woman.

He dropped to his knees, his face only a few inches from my sex. I could feel his hot breath on my naked pussy, making me feel so hot and sexy. Then he did something I will never forget. His tongue parted my lips, finding my clitty instantly. It only took a few seconds of this wonderful sensation to bring me off big time.

As I thrashed around the bed in the throes of the biggest orgasm of my young life, he just watched till I regained some level of control of myself.

He repeated, “You have the most amazing body I have ever seen,” and with that he returned to my pussy.

His tongue entered me like a tiny cock probing my inner lips, flicking my clit every so often as I begged him to make me come again.

Of course he obliged, making me come so many times I lost count.

“Your turn now.”

I honestly didn’t know what he meant.

“You will have to tell me what to do.”

He stretched out on the bed beside me, his cock sticking up. So sexy.

“Kiss it for me.”

I leaned over till it was touching my lips, not knowing what to do with it.

“How do you want me to do it?”

“Just open your mouth and let it in.”

I did as he told me. It felt so big. My mouth was open wide but it pulled at the corners, as he pushed about two or three inches in.

It was uncomfortable leaning over as I was, so thinking it would be better, I got up on my knees, moving between his legs. This was much easier. He groaned as I took as much as I could in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on his big knob. By the sounds he was making I had got it right, he sounded like he was enjoying it.

I had never dreamt of this. Sucking a man’s cock was something I had not contemplated, but it was making me so horny to give him so much pleasure.

“Slow down or you will make me come.”

I didn’t want to stop, his groans of lust were like music to my ears.

But he had warned me and suddenly his cock erupted in my mouth, almost choking me as his come streamed out. I had to let his cock come out of my mouth, but his stuff kept coming, splashing all over my face, in my eyes and down over my tits. He must have come gallons.

I sat back on my heels looking down at my dad. His face was a picture of pure pleasure. He looked at me, his come running down my face and dripping onto my tits.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Never.”

“You are either a very quick learner or a complete natural. That’s the best blow job I have ever had.”

His cock had softened; I thought I had done something wrong, so asked him why it had gone little again. He smiled, explaining that a man needs time to recover after a climax, not like a woman, who can go on having one after the other.

“Don’t you like it when it’s little?”

“I don’t know but I want it inside me,” I replied, “how long do we have to wait?”

He laughed and told me if I wanted it big again quickly to do what I just done again, but first he wanted to do something to me. He laid me back on the bed, and kissed me both on the lips and on my tender nipples. He kissed all his come off me, letting his lips nip my bare flesh all over till I was a quivering wreck.

By the time he had finished I didn’t need to do anything about his cock, it was as hard as iron again. He moved till he was between my legs, his hands on either side of my head, his cock only a fraction of an inch away from my waiting pussy.

I have no idea why I knew I needed to guide him into me, it just seemed the right thing to do. As his cock entered me, my hips tilted up to meet his cock with no conscience thought from me, just pure instinct.

He lowered his body down, driving his cock deep into me. Yes, it hurt just a bit, but the sensations were thousands of time greater than the pain. Then I felt his coarse hairs touching my bare sex and thought it was right in. I sort of relaxed, but he pushed more into me, this time with some passion. It took me by surprise, so much so that I climaxed.

If I thought the orgasm he had given me with his tongue was good, this was on a different scale altogether. It felt as if it came from my toes and rushed through my body like an express train, taking all of my senses with it, exploding in my head.

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