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Ch. 02 Aunt Emma

Mom and I were in Emma’s—my aunt and Mom’s youngest sister—apartment dining room, sitting across from one another at the square rustic pine dining table. Aunt Emma was in the kitchen, fixing Mom and herself some coffee, and some ginseng tea for me. We were there at my suggestion, after Mom had informed me that of all of her siblings, Aunt Emma had been the most open-minded when it came to my Mom’s former career in the adult film industry. In fact, Mom had said, Aunt Emma encouraged it, and even considered doing it herself.

But what had gotten me interested in paying Aunt Emma a visit was hearing that she and Mom had fooled around with each other up until High School, and had made a failed attempt to seduce their older brother, Uncle Greg, during her freshman year of college. She’d been just as fucked up in the head as me and Mom. Getting into her pants was going to be a cakewalk. Anticipation made my cock throb achingly behind my black jeans.

Mom stared at me. Grinning. She was just as anxious to do unspeakable things to Aunt Emma as I was. She’d worn a black tank top, revealing an awful amount of cleavage, and a pair of blue jeans. God she was hot. Looking at her only made me hotter, filling my mind—already cluttered with dirty, nasty thoughts—with memories of me and Mom’s first … encounter. She had snuck up on me while I was masturbating to her old videos online, and had given me a fantastic blow-job, and then finished me off with a tit-fuck. I had finally stuffed her cunt with my dick about a week later. We haven’t stopped since. Jack rabbits, us two.

“Tea is ready!” Aunt Emma said in her best Oxford voice, appearing in the dining room. She carried a white china platter with two mugs and a teacup resting atop of it. She and Mom’s facial features were so much alike—could almost pass for twins—but that was where the physical similarities ended.

Whereas my mother was a thick, voluptuous woman with long fiery red hair and big green eyes, Aunt Emma was slimmer, her lustrous blond hair trimmed just below the ears, and watched with dark hazel eyes. Like my mother, though, Aunt Emma was naturally well-endowed in the chest department, but she couldn’t compare to Mom’s 38G tits.

“Why thank you, dear sister,” Mom said giggling, her British accent terrible.

Aunt Emma set the platter atop the dining table’s clothed surface, skillfully keeping our drinks from sloshing around too much.

“Ginseng tea for the awesome nephew,” Aunt Emma said, carefully handing me my steaming beverage. “And two cups of java for the grown-ups.” She shot me a look, her eyes smiling.

I had been sipping my tea, and almost choked. “Oh, so I’m not grown-up now?” I said in joking offense.

“Nope,” My mother answered into her mug, slurping her coffee.

“But I’m eighteen now!”

“You’re still a little boy to me.” Aunt Emma and Mom laughed together, and I put on my best pouty face. “See what I mean?”

We all laughed.

Emma finally sat herself down, lifting her mug. “I’m glad that you guys came to visit my place for a change,” she said after taking a scalding sip, “I usually have to stop by your house.”

“I know!” Mom said. She set her unfinished coffee back on the platter, and Emma’s brow quirked up, confusion apparent in her hazel karabük escort eyes. “We’re actually here for a reason, though, sis’.”

“Yep,” I agreed, sipping my red ginseng. Something stirred in me. Energy. My cock throbbed even harder behind my jeans.

“Uh oh, who died?” Aunt Emma asked, her face serious. She stopped sipping her coffee.

“Zander and I are having sex.” Mom practically blurted out, as if telling her sister that it was cloudy outside.

“Say what?” Emma exclaimed, disbelief in her expression … and … was that intrigue? It was. So Aunt Emma really was like me and Mom, after all. I felt a bolt of relief shoot through me. “Bullshit, I don’t believe you.”

“We are,” I said while standing. I moved to stand behind Mom, my hands finding her shoulders. “Everyday, almost.”

“Mhm,” Mom confirmed cheerfully.

“No fucking way!” Aunt Emma had been smiling and shocked at the same time. I had never seen her eyes look so blue. “Roxy, you slut! You suck! You stole my fantasy!”

“What?” Mom turned on her innocent voice, giggling. “Hey, you should have gotten knocked up, then!”

“Kiss.” Aunt Emma suddenly said—no, demanded. She needed proof that we weren’t bullshitting her. Understandable. I wouldn’t have believed us either. But instead of leaning into kiss Mom, I did Aunt Emma one better.

My hands slid down the neck of her tank top, and pulled it down, bra and all, allowing her creamy tits to bounce free. Aunt Emma gasped, surprised, giving me just the reaction I was looking for. As I pincered my mom’s nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder, up to her neck, and then flicked my tongue softly against her ear.

“Mmmm, baby,” Mom moaned, her right hand reached for the nape of my neck, her left slipping down the front of her denims. “Make mommy feel good …”

Aunt Emma drew in a hissing breath then. I looked up at her. Her tongue slithered across her upper lip, squirming in her seat, eyes fixed on her big sister’s magnificent breasts. I groped them, bounced them, squeezed them; every action rewarding me with a sweet reaction, from both mother and auntie. Mom moaned and cooed, while Aunt Emma fidgeted and whined sweetly.

“God, you guys were for real,” she muttered, almost to herself.

“Of course … we were,” Mom managed inbetween moans. I had been sucking on her neck.

“But why come all the way over to tell me? I mean—”

“Because,” I said, breaking my mouth away from my mother’s pale flesh, explaining to my Aunt inbetween kisses against Mom’s ear and neck and shoulder, “we … want to … to join … us.”

Aunt Emma winced, and I flashed her a devilish smile. Time to make a move.

“I’ll move our drinks,” Mom said. I gave her enough space to get up from the table, and began removing my clothes while she retrieved the cups and the china platter, carrying them into the kitchen. Finally in the buff, I looked to my auntie, who was staring at my cock.

It was fully engorged, staring right up at me, aching. I watched her size up all eight or so inches, her tongue gliding along her lips again.

“Hungry?” I teased. “Not a little boy anymore, huh?”

Aunt Emma shot me a look, smirking. “You osmaniye escort have a pretty dick, my gorgeous nephew,” she said, “but let’s see what you can do with it, hm?” Mom slipped back into the room, her jeans draped over her arm, a fiery strip of hair right above her clit. She hadn’t bothered removing her tank top, as her tits were already exposed. Besides, she looked sexier that way.

“Gracious,” Aunt Emma said wondrously with her eyes locked on Mom, completely forgetting about me and my throbbing erection. But I couldn’t help but smile though … the fact Aunt Emma looked at Mom in such a way was stimulating. “I’d almost forgotten how fucking hot you were, sis,” Emma continued, “in person that is.”

“I bet I taste the same, though.” Mom draped her jeans over the back of one of the dining chairs, and hopped up on the dining table. She whirled around on her butt until she was facing her little sister, parting her delicious thighs to expose the quivering snatch that practically beckoned Aunt Emma’s tongue. “Wanna see?”

Emma wasted no words, rising to her feet as my mother leaned back on her elbows. My auntie delved in, slathering her tongue against Mom’s cunt, lapping and slurping hungrily. For several long minutes I only stood there, watching, my hand unconsciously stroking along my cock. Aunt Emma looked gorgeous bent over like that, her face bobbing slightly between Mom’s legs. And Mom looked just as hot. Her tits in the air, head thrown back, licking her lips and moving her hips against her mother’s mouth. It looked like they had forgotten all about me.

It was time to make them aware again.

I moved behind Aunt Emma and hiked her knee-length skirt over her ass. She jumped, surprised. They did forget about me, it seemed. But could I blame them? If I was face deep in Mom’s cunt, I think I’d forget the world around me as well. I knelt, pulling aside her nondescript panties. I prodded index and middle finger against her slit—soft and moist, emanating a heat and a fragrance that made me salivate. I shoved my fingers inside.

“Mm!” Aunt Emma moaned against my mother’s snatch.

“Slutty auntie,” I said, and Emma moved eagerly against my fingers, gyrating. Calling her by her family title did something to her, it seemed. Mom was exactly the same. I decided to play on it.

“Mm.” I licked her, slithering the tip of my tongue against her silken folds. “Auntie,” I whispered behind her, “You taste so fucking good.”

“Oh God …” Emma groaned, her breath hitching.

“Oh yeah, get it nice and wet, baby,” said Mom. “And then stuff it with your big fucking cock!”

I did just as I was told, obeying Mommy Dearest gleefully, licking and prodding and sucking on my aunt’s pussy. Tasting her, devouring her, feeling her wiggle her ass against my face, pressing my nose into her ample cheeks.

“Oh God!”

“No, no, little sister,” Mom tangled her fingers in Emma’s hair, grinning. “Big sis didn’t say you could stop eating her cunt.” Mom shoved her face back down, lifting her hips against Emma’s mouth.

I had risen to my feet, and guided myself inside of my aunt, hot and tight, her walls closing around my twitching shaft and slicking it with pussy juices. I started off pounding into marmaris escort her, my body audibly slamming against her ass. Aunt Emma tried her best to keep her mouth on her sister’s pussy, her screams smothered. I looked up to my mother, watching her tits heave on her chest. Her eyes were locked on me, watching her son slam his cock into his sexy little aunt. She bit her bottom lip, her brows upturning.

“Oh fuck!” Mom gyrated even more against Emma’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna fucking come! Fuck her harder, Zander! Fuck your slutty aunt’s pussy harder!”

Her words, coupled with the hot velvet closed around my shaft, sent raw pleasure rippling throughout my body. The need to explode in aunt’s dripping cunt roiled within, but I suppressed the feeling, easing up my thrusts. I made them long, slow, steady. An orgasm rolled through Mom, her body shuddering. Aunt Emma’s mouth was probably soaked.

Getting a handful of her hair, I pulled her up, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Hers moved against mine, allowing me to taste my mom’s delicious pussy. I parted from our lip-bruising kiss, and turned her around, pushing her against the table. Mom pulled her back against her tits, lifting Emma’s shirt and bra over her breasts. They were larger than I thought. Ripe, pendulous things that stared at me with large pink nipples. I wondered how they’d look in my mother’s mouth.

As my mom reached around and groped them, I grabbed my aunt by her thighs and slammed back into her, rubbing my fingers against her clit in small, hard circles. “Pound me …” My aunt said—whined. “Deeper … deeper! More!”

Her tits jounced around as I drilled into her shaved pussy. I moved my fingers faster against her clit, grinding my hips some. Her moans become louder, her breathing raspier. Mom had pressed her mouth against Emma’s, their tongues flicking against one another’s. And suddenly the moist velvet clinched tightly around my shaft, liquid flame drowning my length.

“Fuuuck!” Emma moaned, groping at her own tits as her body trembled with a hard orgasm. It took every erg of my self control to keep from releasing myself, exploding hot white seed inside of her.

“Take out your cock, baby.” Mom climbed off the table and walked around to kneel before me, Aunt Emma doing the same.

“I’m going to fucking lose it if you both—holy shit!”

Before I could finish my sentence, both of their mouths were on me; mom’s tongue slithered about the head of my cock, while Aunt Emma took my balls into her mouth. She eventually moved her mouth to the tip of my shaft, and I felt both of their hot tongues move against my mushroom head, lapping up every ounce of precum that dripped from me.

“I’m gonna fucking come!” I warned, bucking my hips forward some. “Awwww shit!”

I came harder than I ever had before, coating my mother and auntie with ropes of sticky cum. My cock furiously twitched with orgasm for several long moments before my body calmed down again. And I watched them, licking cum off of eachother’s faces, swapping it back and forth in their mouths. The sight was fucking hot, to say the least.

“Mm …” My auntie moaned satisfactorily. “I guess your baby boy knows what to do with that cock of his.” She gave it another kiss before she wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger.

“Tell me about it,” Mom laughed, milking my cock with her hand, trying her best to get every bit of cum. It was so sensitive. I thought I’d go mad from her touching me. Thankfully, I didn’t.

“Give me about five minutes,” I said, out of breath.

Aunt Emma looked up at me, puzzled. “For what, hon?”

“Round two,” I said. Smiled.

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Okay, I have resubmitted this story after a re-write. I thought I would try a short story before, but it seems everyone doesn’t like the short stories. I wrote the original one night for a break, so now I am re-writing it and adding some more to it. I hope you enjoy it a little more now. This chapter is an outtake story from the series Life After The Lottery. Drmac100 12/15.

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James and Dawn take a break

What happens with Dawn in the summer

Dawn and I had been sitting around naked in the house one evening after dinner in late June after we had just moved into the new house. It had been raining most of the day and had cooled off to the mid 70’s after the sun went done. It was the middle of the week and the two of us were sitting around reading instead of watching TV. I was reading the newspaper and she was catching up on some nursing journals.

“I hope the rain cools it off some, it has been hot this week for June,” I said once I finished reading the paper about 9:00pm.

“It has been hot, the pool has been nice but it is still hot and humid to be so early in the summer.” Dawn replied.

The pool was heated for the winter, but sometimes I wish it was cooled for the dog days of summer. We had made love out in the pool a lot of times at night since we had moved in, we both enjoyed the cool feeling of the water while we had sex. I was thinking about the last time we had sex in the pool the week before one night when I heard a clap of thunder and the rumble.

“It sounds like the storm front is moving through,” I said to my wife.

Dawn looked over the top of her journal at me. There was a flash and more thunder.

“Oh no,” I said.

“Come with me,” Dawn said standing.

She took my hand and led me outside to the patio. It had started raining harder a few minutes earlier. I pulled one of the big double loungers out from under the upstairs deck next and to the pool into the falling rain, knowing what she wanted. All of the outside lights were off, the only light was coming through all the windows from the lights we left on in the house.

“Lay back,” Dawn said to me as I could see her long black hair getting wet, along with her sexy body.

I laid back on the lounger as the cool night rain drenched the two of us. Dawn’s long hair was becoming wet and sticking to her naked body as the rain ran over her. She sat on the end of the lounger and starting stroking my cock. Once she was getting me hard, she leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth. After a few minutes and more thunder and lightning I was hard and we were both soaking wet. The night was still warm even though it was raining.

“You know honey, you are a little crazy when you want to do this,” I said.

“I like it. We don’t get a chance too often, and hey, it is no different than you wanting to have sex outside when it is snowing.”

It didn’t snow often where we lived, but it would sometimes. I had also taken her outside at night once or twice when we went skiing in other states. She always bitched about the cold, but she still enjoyed it.

“I always enjoy this,” Dawn said as she slipped up and straddled my cock.

Dawn slowly worked my cock into her pussy as she slowly eased down on my long cock. Our skin was getting cool to the touch, but her insides felt blazing hot as usual. She got all the way down about the time there was a flash of lightning and another clap of thunder.

“Oh god honey, we must do this more often,” Dawn said as she started to wiggle her hips sensuously.

I watched in the dim light from the house as my beautiful wife closed her eyes and dropped her head and just worked her pussy on my cock. Our wet thighs now sliding against each other as she moved. I have always thought that watching sweat or water drip off a women was one of the sexiest images there was. Now with the rain beginning to fall harder we heard thunder rumbling off in the distance again as the sky lit up occasionally. I watched the trails of water trickle down Dawn’s neck and run over her breasts and drip from her nipples as she worked her hips slowly. I sat mesmerized by this sight as she kept going. Drop after drop of water dripping from each nipple. By the dim light bakırköy escort coming from the windows, she looked so incredibly sexy as all the rain ran down her body and dripped off it in strategic places. I felt coolness on my groin despite her heat. I looked down and there was a pool of water forming between her legs and on my groin. I watched the rain trickle down between her breasts and run down and over her stomach in little rivers on its way to where we met, then to fill the growing pool.

“Oh god, this is sooo…sexy. Outside at night, in the rain, just working your cock in me as I listen to the rain falling.”

When we did this when it rained, and sometimes stormed, the sound of the rain hitting the house and splashing in the pool was about all you could hear when it was raining hard, except for Dawn moaning as she worked my cock deep inside her as she wiggled like a very sensuous snake. I had asked her a few times if she had ever taken belly dancing classes because she was so good.

I held my wife’s thighs as she worked her own magic to get her to where she wanted to be. The longer we went the more aroused the two of us became. As our skin cooled, the only heat between us was surrounding my cock. More and more Dawn worked her pussy on my cock as I watched her wiggle in the dim light. She was moaning loudly and I was enjoying watching her.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

“Oh fuck yes!” Dawn screamed and sped up a little. Thunder and lightning always excited her when we did this in the past. Sometimes I worried that she was being just a bit too dangerous.

She sped up as the thunder rumbled off in the distance.

“Oh fuck yes, this is so exciting!” Dawn screamed as she worked harder and harder.

I held on to Dawn as she worked toward her orgasm. More lightning flashed in the distance, then the thunder.

“Oh god honey, I’m coming!” She screamed as she worked her hips faster, then I felt her tense up. A loud moan and few seconds later I felt the warmth of her love juices squirting onto me. “Oh god yes!!”

More lightning, more thunder.

“Honey, don’t you think it is time to go back inside?” I asked.

“Oh…not now, I’m just getting started!” Dawn yelled over the thunder.

“You know you are a little crazy.” I told her, she just smiled.

“No more than you!”

There was a bright flash and then close thunder.

“Oh fuck yes! Now I want on the bottom so I can see! Drive your cock into me hard!”

I held Dawn and stood up then turned and laid her on the lounger. She lifted her legs up and spread them and laid them over the arms of the chair waiting for my cock.

“James, please! Do me hard!”

I got between her legs and slowly eased my cock back into her warmth. With her lying back now I could see the rain splashing on her face. Her wet hair was stuck to her face as she laid back. I took my hand and pushed the hair away from her face. I held myself up for a few minutes and ran my hands over her wet breasts as the water beaded on them. I ran my hand over her wet lips finally, then leaned down and kissed her for a minute.

Another flash and more thunder. Closer this time.

“Oh yes honey! Fuck me!” She screamed. It always seemed her arousal grew as the storms would grow closer.

I held myself up while we looked at each other and then began thrusting my cock into Dawn harder and harder. I knew this was what she desired.

“Oh yes, that’s it!” She screamed.

More lightning. I could see her looking up at me with each flash. I worked my cock in and out in long, deep, hard strokes, Dawn was thrusting up to meet each of my thrust. We were both getting more and more aroused as we kept going.

“Ahhhh!! More, more, more!!” Dawn screamed as I felt her arousal growing inside her.

I kept thrusting into my beautiful dripping wet wife. Slipping and sliding between her rain slickened thighs.

“Fuck me!!” She screamed as I kept driving into her. Sliding in and out of her in the rain was like sliding in and out of her in the pool. I would feel her heat, then coolness, then her heat, then coolness. I kept this up for a long time.

My wife was starting escort bahçelievler to get off again. I could tell she was growing toward another huge orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in tight.

“Ahhhhh! Yes! Harder, honey, harder!!” She screamed.

I drove into my beautiful wife as she tried to hump her hips up into me with each of my thrust.

“James!!!”

Dawn started coming, coming hard. She kept screaming as she jerked beneath me. A huge flash of lightning and an immediate burst of thunder.

“Ahhhhhhh!!! I’m coming!!!” She screamed as I felt her orgasm start around my cock and then run through her entire body. “Oh, fuck!!!” She screamed over and over for a minute or more as she trembled beneath me.

When her orgasm was about finished, she reached up and grabbed me and pulled me down to lie on top of her. She kissed me for several minutes.

“Are you about ready to go inside before we get hit by lightning?” I asked her.

“Oh, I was just hit by lightning!” She said to me then giggled.

“I get worried about you when you want to do this,” I told her.

“No you don’t, you love it too.”

“I love making love to you in the rain. I’m not sure about in a thunder storm.”

She pulled me down and kissed me again to the rumble of thunder. I looked at her face as she stared up into my eyes. A sudden smile grew on her lips.

“What?” I asked.

“Finish me and fill me full of cum and I will let you go inside you pussy.”

“What would you like?”

“From behind, nice and slow and hard.”

I got up and Dawn turned over and got up on all fours. About that time there was another flash of lightning and more thunder. The wind had also picked up and was blowing steadily. I grabbed my wife’s hips and eased my cock back into the only warm thing I could find.

“Ahhhh!”

I held her hips and slid out of her slowly, then rammed my cock back in hard.

“Oh god!! Yes!!”

I kept this up as the rain pounded us now and the wind blew harder. Dawn grabbed the arms of the chair to help hold herself up. I slid slowly out and rammed back into her for a few more minutes. She moaned and cried out each time I shoved back inside her.

“Oh god, keep going!! Harder!!”

I kept going and started thrusting into her harder and faster. She cried out each time. I held her tight and fucked her hard and fast. Despite the weather I was caught up in only pleasing my wife now.

“Oh…my…god!” Came from my wife. She was growing more excited and aroused as she was nearing another huge orgasm. “Ahhhhhh!!!” She screamed as I felt her hot pussy tighten around my swollen cock.

“Honey, I am about to fill you full of cum!” I screamed.

“Wait…wait…wait!!”

I held back as I felt Dawn’s pussy begin to squeeze my cock over and over. I knew she was about to explode and come hard. A minute later she screamed.

“Fuck…I’m coming!! Now!!!”

I felt her crush my cock with her strong pussy muscles. The two of us jerked and humped into each other and came together hard for a minute. More warmth in her insides from my hot cum.

“Oh my god!! That was great!!” Dawn screamed.

We laid on top of each other until a brilliant flash of lightning hit nearby.

“Fuck, let’s get inside!!” I yelled.

“No!! Get up!!” Dawn yelled at me over the pounding rain.

I got up and stood. Dawn got up and grabbed the lounger and pulled it back under the overhead deck next to the house. We laid down together.

“I’m not sure this is much safer,” I told her.

“You’re a pussy. Hold me.”

I held Dawn tight in the breeze. We were cool from being wet and the wind. She wrapped a leg around me and pulled the two of us close together.

“I love you,” Dawn said and kissed me.

“I love you too.”

We kissed for a minute then separated our lips.

“Dawn, you are a little crazy wanting to have sex outside during a thunder storm, why?”

“I always enjoying watching a thunderstorm through the windows when I was a kid. I asked my parents to go outside, I wanted to experience the power of the storm, but my parents wouldn’t let me of ataköy escort course. The first time we were outside having sex during a rain storm and it started thundering and lightning the feelings I got from the storm aroused me incredibly.”

“I remember.”

“You kept wanting to go inside.”

“You kept telling me and to shut up and fuck you,” I said.

“I remember! And, you did.”

“Are you cold?”

“Yes, but it feels good.” Dawn said as she held me.

I held her tighter as she hugged me. We laid for a while then finally went back inside. Dawn led me down to the sunroom and we slipped into the hot tub. She slipped down in the hot water until it was up to her chin.

“Emmmmm,” escaped from her.

I watched my wife as she tilted her head back against the side of the hot tub and closed her eyes and soaked. After about 30 minutes we both got out and dried off and went upstairs to the bedroom. We both slipped under the sheets on the bed and I turned out the light. I spooned up behind her and held her in the dark.

“Did you get warm?” I asked.

“Yes, but you can hold me tight, please.”

I held her tight and pulled her body close to mine. The warmth of her ass pressing against my cock felt great after being cold. Dawn grabbed my hand and placed it between her breasts. I placed my hand over one of her breasts and felt it.

“Your hand is still cold,” Dawn said as I squeezed her breast.

“Well, your breast is warm, so it will warm it up.”

I played with Dawn’s breast for several minutes. I felt her nipple get hard and stand out.

“James, I can’t go to sleep now.”

Dawn reached back and found my cock and began playing with it. Her hand was warm, and it felt good. The longer we played with each other the more my cock grew. After a few minutes my cock was hard and poking into Dawn’s ass. I slipped my hand down and ran my fingers over her pussy lips.

“You’re already wet,” I said.

“I’m still horny.”

Dawn raised her leg and placed it over mine and pulled me to her.

“Fuck me again, in your safe warm bed,” she said with a giggle.

She held my cock as we worked around until I could slide it into her from behind. She pulled me tighter with her leg as I eased all the way into her pussy from behind. She took her hand and reached around and placed it over my cock and her pussy and felt me slowly begin to slip in and out of her. I held her tight and pushed my cock all the way in and held it there.

“Ahhhh…” eased out of her.

“Honey, we always end up like this on the few occasions that we make love in a storm. Why do you always feel so energized?” I asked.

“My mother always told me that I wanted to go outside in the storms because I could feel the energy from nature. She said her father would do that too.”

“He was the Cherokee medicine man, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you feel the energy from the storm?” I asked.

“Yes. I always feel more energized after I have been outside, you know that.”

“I just wanted to know.”

“Fuck me.” Dawn asked.

I held her as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy. Dawn was quiet as I kept doing it for a long time. I felt her pull me in tighter with the leg that was wrapped over mine. I knew from experience she would build to a nice strong, but gentle, orgasm.

“James, I feel you,” Dawn said.

“I know you do.”

The warmth of her insides and the on and off squeezing of my cock by her strong muscles kept adding to my own arousal. I kept going as Dawn moaned gently. She always felt incredible when we took it nice and slow. Time passed as we enjoyed the way each of us felt.

“James. I’m about to come.” Dawn told me.

I knew just to keep doing what I was doing and wait and hold on. It was several minutes later.

“Honey, I am going to come, now please.” Dawn whispered to me.

I felt her pussy muscles squeeze me as she started to shiver gently.

“Now.”

I slid all the way in until the end of my cock was pressing against the end of her tunnel. I let go and started filling her full of cum.

“Ahhhhhhh…oh god yes.” Dawn said as she shivered in my arms. I could feel the gentle waves running through her body as I kept pumping cum into her.

“You feel good,” I whispered in her ear.

“You do too.”

As we finished I kept holding her and kissing her gently on her shoulder and neck.

“James, I love you.”

“I love you too. Go to sleep.”

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Crystal

Maria, Teri and Norma were whores but Crystal was a slut. Libby never rushed her favorite customers like me and we would sit around and talk and have a couple drinks. She usually had at least two and often three or four girls in the house at any one time. Libby had told me that she had “someone special” named Crystal for me and to hurry up and get there. The first time I saw Crystal at Libby’s she was sitting across from me on the couch with one of the other girls, a very intriguing looking black lady with great tits and a fine smile.

Libby often “fibbed” about the looks of the girls and as I checked out Crystal I was sure that she had done so this time. Crystal was a thin woman with real short blond hair. Her tits didn’t look real promising and she was dressed in a cheap, short skirt that allowed her stocking tops to show and a blouse with long sleeves. Real white trash!! She crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously several times when she knew I was looking and made sure that I could see her panties. Libby told her to get me a drink.

When she came back with the drink she took the opportunity to sit next to me on the couch. We all drank our vodka, laughed at dumb, dirty jokes and chatted about nothing in particular. Shortly, the doorbell rang and another customer entered and Libby quickly ushered him and the black girl – who I was really interested in – into the bedroom to do their thing. After a few minutes escortkagithane.org Libby excused herself to go make lunch leaving Crystal and me alone in the living room.

She had barely left the room when Crystal started rubbing my thigh and said, “Libby told me what you like and said to be sure to please you.” She quickly moved her hand to my cock and in a flash had my zipper unzipped and started French kissing my ear. I quickly responded by reaching my hand up her skirt and feeling her through her panties. She opened her legs and put one foot up on the couch to allow better access to her cunt. Just as I was about to slip my hand under her panties Libby came back into the room and told us “Save that stuff for the bedroom.” We composed ourselves and waited while the other couple finished. It seemed like forever.

As soon as the bedroom was available and Crystal and I wasted no time. I sat on the bed with her standing before me and reached up her skirt and felt her fanny though her panties. I traced the crack of her ass down to her asshole and spread her cheeks and felt it with my middle finger. She pushed back on my finger and I knew that I was in for my kind of thrills!! I asked her if she would give me a real nice pussy show and she immediately laid down on the bed, spread her legs and proceeded to pull her white panties aside and showed me her dark brown haired cunt.

As she escortortakoy.com masturbated for me she spread her lips open to reveal a cute small hooded clit, a pink, juicy cunt hole and a very clean, puckered asshole. In a flash my tongue was slowly licking her all over starting at her clit and working down to her asshole. Her feminine aroma was fabulous and my hardon grew immediately. All the while she pinched her clit and fingered herself until between my tongue and her masturbating she came with a thunderous orgasm.

I stood up and she started licking my balls and sucking my cock until I had to pull out because I didn’t want to come yet. I lay on the bed and she positioned herself between my legs and once again started her licking and sucking. She licked slowly from the tip of my cock, past my balls and down to my asshole and back up again several times before she started about the best slow sucking blowjob I’ve ever had. Her technique was incredible and as she sucked up and down my cock her tongue never stopped licking me softly. I could see that she was fingering herself as she sucked me and when I suggested that she turn around and let me eat her more she did so without any hesitation. She slowly pulled down her panties that she was still wearing and handed them to me and told me to suck or sniff them if I wanted to.

Before I had a chance to do any of that her cunt was positioned beyogluweb.com over my mouth and I lapped it furiously. She continued to suck and lick me and I ate her cunt hole and asshole in a 69 fashion. The sight of her pink hole and her little clitty combined with her expert cock sucking almost made me come several times but she seemed to anticipate this and slowed down when she sensed my impending orgasm.

She came several times and my face was soaked with female jism. She asked me, “Do you want to fuck or should I suck you off?” I told her that I definitely wanted to fuck and she stopped her sucking for a moment and then started again. Something was different! My cock felt different! One quick look showed me what it was. She had put a rubber on me with her mouth. Wow! What an expert! She smiled when I complimented her and turned over on her back spread her cunt lips with her fingers and I took this opportunity to give her cunt and asshole a few final licks before plunging my engorged cock into her.

We fucked like crazy for a few minutes and then we changed to the doggy position. When we did the sight of her asshole and wide open cunt drove me crazy and I would have come right then if she didn’t ask me to let her get on top. We did, and after only a few strokes I shot a huge load.

I lay back with my eyes closed and just savored the memories of a great fuck when I realized that she was licking down my stomach to my now softening cock. She once again took it in her mouth, bit the tip off of the rubber and sucked out the cum and swallowed it. I wanted to keep her panties, but she said she didn’t have any more with her. She gave me a pair of nicely stained great smelling pink panties the next time we met. I still have them.

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1.

Julie was and is proud of her body and its power to turn the men – and women – in her life on, especially her boobs which though they were not the largest the world has ever known, were certainly more than a mouthful for any of the members of her incestuous family who daily made her sex life so exciting and enjoyable. Julie didn’t have favorites, neither, whoever was attending to her tits at any given time was always the best and, right now, she was beside herself with joy from the thorough mauling they were getting from her two horny twin nephews, Michael and Robert.

“I’m pleased you persuaded me to stay, sweetheart,” said Julie, glancing across the room to where her brother Mark, Michael and Robert’s father, was fucking her daughter Jenna with all the force he had at his disposal. He had already fucked his niece once before that evening, back at the marital home Julie shared with her husband David and their daughter, but such was the enthusiasm for hot kinky taboo sex that all of them were able to keep going for hours, indeed until sheer exhaustion finally got the better of them.

Jenna smiled at her mother as she rode happily on her uncle’s thick pole, “I knew you would be, mom,” she replied, “pity dad, gran and gramps aren’t here, too.”

“Yeah,” said Janine, Julie’s niece who was being similarly fucked by her father Paul, Mark and Julie’s brother, “they should have been here.”

“Aren’t we good enough for you then?” laughed Robert, momentarily looking up from munching on his aunt’s tits.

“Don’t be daft,” said Janine who was about to say something else but instead let out a loud scream as her father came in her cunt. At the same time, Robert went back to sucking Julie’s tits while Michael went down on his knees and began to give his undivided attention to Julie’s hot steaming pussy. Julie gasped as Michael’s tongue began its journey up and down the groove between her silky pink cunt lips, having not had the pleasure of his aunt’s pussy for several months.

Paul was milking another of his stupendous orgasms as he flooded his daughter’s cunt with his thick incestuous sperm. “Oh, darling, that was fabulous,” he said, his breathing coming in short irregular gasps as he tried to regain his equilibrium and he pulled himself free from the greasy confines of Janine’s tight juicy hole, “your cunt felt so good round my prick.”

“And your prick felt so good inside it, dad,” smiled Janine, “as it always does.”

Paul rolled over onto his back and lay flat out on the lounge carpet, his big cock deflating before everyone’s eyes. Mark was still giving Jenna’s pussy a thorough going over and she turned expertly without breaking the fuck, lifting a leg over her uncle’s head and falling forward to smother him with her tits. Mark lifted his head and began to suck and lick the erect nipples standing out firm and inviting from Jenna’s dark aureoles while still pounding his prick in and out of her cunt.

“Fuck,” said Robert, watching his father in action out the corner of his eyes with his mouth still wrapped around his aunt’s melons, “that looks fabulous.”

“Yeah,” said Michael, momentarily relinquishing his tongue from Julie’s cunt, “why don’t you go and fuck Janine? She looks like she’s still hungry for cock, even after the thrashing uncle Paul gave her.”

Julie didn’t mind Robert abandoning her tits, not when her pussy was being ravished kuşadası escort to such a glorious extent from Michael’s tongue. As Robert leaned in to place his stiff rod in his cousin Janine’s pussy, where the creampie her father had given her still languished in dribs and drabs, Julie lay back on the sofa and lifted her legs in the air, signalling Michael to follow.

“Don’t stop now, Michael,” she said, “run that hot tongue of yours round my clit.”

Michael didn’t need any encouragement, the grunting and groaning coming from the fucking across the room helping to spur him on as he placed his head in Julie’s dripping cunthole. He licked up and down her cuntal walls and then, as if discovering it for the first ever time, he located his aunt’s clit and began to kiss every bit of it before encircling it with his superbly experienced tongue.

His uncle Paul, having recovered from his orgasm, sat up and rested back with his elbows of the carpet to get a better view of the action. To the right of him, his daughter Janine was being mercilessly fucked by his nephew Robert’s magnificent hard-on while to the left, his sister Julie was having her cunt brought to the boil by his other nephew Michael’s tongue. And over in the corner, his niece Jenna was still riding the crest of a wave as his brother Mark fucked her and licked her tits simultaneously.

Janine and Jenna grunted and groaned as they surrendered their pussies completely to their menfolk’s pricks. Mark glanced across to smile at Robert, getting an unobstructed view of his son’s sexy bare ass cheeks rising and falling while Janine pushed back to meet every thrust of her cousin’s prick. Julie squealed too as Michael continued to expertly demonstrate his cunt-licking skills and glanced over his shoulder to smile at her brother and daughter. Jenna’s graciously-curved ass cheeks were bouncing up and down as her uncle Mark went in for the deep penetration which he knew from past experience his niece both loved and expected …

2.

“It sure is a shame David and his parents aren’t here,” mused Julie, echoing silently to herself Jenna’s words of a short time earlier, “my hubby would be bowled over by all this hot action.”

Julie needn’t have worried since, at the same time as the gangbang was taking place in Mark’s house, David was enjoying a hot sleazy threesome with his parents Jack and Shirley. After fucking his father for fifteen minutes or more, as a reward for the fucking Jack had given him, David had shot another load of his rich cream all over his dad’s ass cheeks as his mother watched, having been an enthusiastic audience throughout the proceedings as she waited patiently for her husband and son to fuck both her holes simultaneously, just like they’d done years ago before David had married Julie.

Shirley had been beside herself with pride as she watched her son discharging his spunk over her husband’s backside. If anything, it proved the insidious view of many that sex is just for the young to be nothing but a myth since even David was not exactly in the first bloom of youth anymore while Jack and Shirley’s love of passionate sex was just as strong now in their old age as it had been when they were first married and before their son had even been born.

Julie could imagine the scene back home as she placed her hands on Michael’s head and drew him closer kocaeli escort to her, the better for his tongue to gain even deeper access to her pussy. As he plowed it into her sweaty depths and Paul moved round to get a closer look, ten miles away Shirley had slowly impaled herself on her son’s prick, fresh from his father’s ass, while her husband moved in to slide his rod into his wife’s asshole. Mother, father and son rocked together as they once again demonstrated their love for each other, rolling back the years as if they were just starting out on the taboo relationship which had lasted for a quarter of a century now and had served their sexual needs so well.

Julie closed her mind to what David, Jack and Shirley were doing as Michael hauled his aunt to her feet and stood in front of her with his hard cock throbbing in his hand. “Now it’s my turn, aunt Julie,” he said, “get on your knees and suck my prick.”

“Say please,” said Paul, giggling and now fully recovered.

“Please,” said Michael, mimicking a little-boy-lost voice as Julie went down on her knees and quickly took her nephew into her mouth. Mark now had a great view of not only Robert’s ass but Michael’s too and his pride in his sons swelled accordingly as he felt his balls start to contract as his orgasm approached. Nobody would ever be in doubt about Mark’s stamina, nor Jenna’s neither, they’d been fucking like mad for over twenty minutes, non-stop while Robert and Janine ran them a close second, as the cousins fucked, squealed and groaned to the music of all the other hot action taking place around them.

“I’m there!” cried Mark at the top of his voice and immediately shot his load into his niece. His sons spun their heads over their shoulders to watch their father cum while Jenna gave herself a round of orgasms within seconds of taking her uncle’s spunk.

Julie stopped sucking Michael’s cock to watch her daughter as Jenna reached her climax. Michael moved over to his father and cousin and began masturbating in front of them. Paul didn’t waste a second, now fully back on the horn again, and jumped up quickly to take his nephew’s place in Julie’s mouth. As Paul’s sister began to suck hard on his rigid tool, Robert suddenly signified he was about to cum and let out a shout of triumph as he spewed out one ribbon of spunk after another in Janine’s cunt, his sperm mingling with the remains of his uncle Paul’s which Janine’s father had deposited earlier.

Mark clapped and cheered as he watched Robert emptying himself into Janine’s pussy, his love for his sons knowing no bounds. Paul’s love for his daughter rose to new dizzy heights as she came as well, her body wracking with pleasure as her orgasms overwhelmed her.

Meanwhile, back at Julie’s house, her husband David was shooting yet another load into his mother Shirley’s pussy while his father Jack came in his wife’s asshole …

3.

Michael slowed down the pace of his wanking as Robert and Janine rolled over together and folded themselves into each other’s arms where they languished on the carpet the very same spot Paul had rested earlier. Julie was still hungrily sucking her brother’s cock as Jenna lifted herself off Mark’s prick and went to sit in an armchair to recover from a whole evening’s worth of truly amazing incestuous fucking.

“Thanks, uncle Mark,” Jenna said, as she lowered her ass konya escort into the chair, “my pussy feels like it has been completely destroyed by that wonderful fucking you gave me.”

“I hope not, ” murmured Mark, still getting his breath back, “I’m sure some of the others will want to fuck you too, if you play your cards right.” He glanced up at Michael whose cock was still standing out at an acute angle from his body though he was no longer masturbating. “Aren’t you gonna cum, son?”

“Not yet, dad,” he said. “I want to fuck aunt Julie and I was also hoping mom and aunt Cathy would be back by now.”

Julie suddenly stopped sucking Paul’s prick and stood up. “Perhaps we ought to get going,” she said. “I don’t think your wives will take too kindly if they get back and find Jenna and I here.”

“Oh for crying out loud, sis,” said Paul, “Sandra and Cathy aren’t ogres. I think you should stay and we can clear it all up once and for all.”

“Yeah, aunt Julie,” said Michael, “it’s all so silly. The last thing a family like ours needs is a feud, for fuck sake.”

“Too right,” said Mark. “Why don’t you stay until they get home?”

“Just think,” said Robert, still wrapped in Janine’s arms, “if you ladies start to get on with each other, then we can not only have you and Jenna over from time to time but uncle David and his mom and dad, too.”

“Yeah,” said Janine, “and think what a great family gangbang that will be.”

“Too fucking right,” said Mark. “Your dad and I both treated Shirley to a double penetration earlier this evening, the old girl didn’t want us to stop.”

“I wouldn’t mind giving her one, too, dad,” said Robert, “I’ve never fucked a lady of that age before and she does still have a great body, at least she did the last time I remember seeing her.”

Julie couldn’t help smiling, even though she tried to suppress it. “Oh, she’s still beautiful, all right,” she said, “I only hope I’m still as sexy as her and want sex as much as she still does when I’m her age.”

“I can’t think any of us will ever lose our love of sex, sis,” said Mark, “it’s in our genes and it’s what this family is all about.”

“Please, mom,” said Jenna, flashing her eyes at her mother and hoping her powers of persuasion would work again as they had when they were in the car and she had got Julie to agree to not going home straightaway.”

“Well, I’ll think about it,” replied Julie, “but right now, if Michael wants to fuck me, my cunt is all his.”

Michael smiled at his aunt and walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the lips as the rest of the family drew round to watch. “How d’you like it, my dear aunt?” he said, when he had broken the snog, “doggie-style?”

“Yeah, mom,” said Jenna, “let’s see Michael fuck you with you on your hands and knees.”

“Go for it, son,” Mark said, “give my slutty sister the full benefit of that lovely rod of yours. Then you can fuck me later, too.”

Michael smiled at his father; having bided his time most of the evening, he was now raring to go and was looking forward to fucking any of his family who wanted it. But right now, it was his aunt Julie who was going to feel the thrill of her nephew’s prick in her pussy and as Julie got into the requisite position, the others moved in even closer to watch the penetration. Michael greased his prick with some KY and smeared some onto his fingers which he then used to lubricate Julie’s cunt, enjoying the feel of his fingers in her fanny.

Then, with his family’s mouths drooling with anticipation, he slid his stiff rod into his aunt’s tight greasy canal, Julie’s groans muffling the sound of a key being turned in the lock of the front door …

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I had been dying for a long ride in your slick, hot car and you knew it. You promised to take me for a spin. I always figured it was just talk.

Several months ago, you’d walked into the bed and breakfast where I worked. The first time you walked up to the reception desk, I thought to myself, Wow. Those are blue. Your eyes startled me with their intensity. After a couple visits, you started lingering in the office and making small talk.

Your eyes were mesmerizing, but what really made me crazy were your hands. I would expect someone like you to have a business man’s hands: soft, weak, manicured. The first time you shook my hand was when I noticed. Rough, scarred, and calloused. Those were hands that had known hard work. They’d been put to practical, earthly labor at some point. I liked that. I wondered what brought you here, of all places.

“What brings you through this neck of the woods so often?” You were staying sometimes three nights a week, at least twice a month.

“My business is expanding. My job requires me to travel, hit the local markets. I’m on the road for most of the year now.”

“Why don’t you stay down at one of the other hotels, closer to the highway?” My little inn was tucked up into a sleepy little mountain town, miles from anywhere of consequence.

“Because then I wouldn’t get to see you.”

Your face was deadpan and unreadable, but your eyes sparkled, making my stomach flip over several times. I wondered at the unfamiliar sensation and laughed at the joke. Too soon you took your leave, off to yet another meeting.

I found myself making my lunch breaks coincide with your arrivals. While I was outside sipping some coffee and maybe reading, the sun would flash off that sexy car of yours as you pulled up the drive. I started to really look forward to seeing you pull up, for the little thrill that would chase around in my tummy. You were the flirtatious sort and it became contagious. Soon it seemed we were in a game of innuendos. It was fun, but I knew I was just a distraction for you. Why on earth would you be interested in me?

I was flattered by the attention, even though it couldn’t be serious. I didn’t think of myself as attractive. No, not pretty, there’s nothing pretty about me. I was coarse, crass, and uncouth. I cursed like a drunken gypsy and wore my clothes well past their rightful retirement. I was nowhere near your league, with your neatly ironed, brand name duds and pricey sunglasses. But here you were, flirting with me, no matter how baseless. I figured you were likely poking fun at me, seeing how big a fool I could make of myself.

How pathetic I was, the worthless cunt getting a pat on the head and wagging her tail in anticipation. No; no longer that, no more thinking like that. I pushed the self-deprecating thoughts away. It had been less than a year since I’d been in a very bad place. Since I got free, I’d had no interest or inclination in being pretty. My focus had been solely on surviving and reconstructing my life.

A friend had pulled me out of the ugly situation long enough for me to see clearly. It was an incredible blow. It still hurt like hell. Looking back, I had been a mess. A shivering, sniveling little thing, terrified of the world, of life alone, of just living life. Now I was changing my priorities, trying new things, though I was still timid. I relocated, got a job, and rekindled a beloved hobby I had dropped years ago. I’d started saving and planning to travel.

Life was meant to be lived to the fullest, out loud, moment by moment. I was damned well never going to forget that again.

And then you started coming around. With your enigmatic eyes and engaging charisma, I couldn’t help but return the attention you were giving. You were a fascinating person and I found myself looking forward to the short conversations with you. Something about you made me want to take chances. And I had been admiring your car for some time. It looked as if it could take corners nicely. So one day I worked up the nerve to ask if you’d take me for a spin sometime.

“Did I ever tell you you’ve got a cool car?” Brilliant, smooth. I cringed at how foolish I sounded.

“You think? I like it a lot. I’m on the road so much; I’d better have something I like, right?”

“I bet it’s fun to drive. Maybe you could show me sometime.”

You cocked your head at me, a small smile playing at your lips. I flushed and looked away. Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut? I knew I was being the first to push beyond merely chatting. I braced for the excuse from you, or for whatever form the rejection would take.

“So you’d like to take a spin. In my car.”

You leaned back in the patio chair and put your hands behind your head. Your eyes were catching the slanting, late afternoon light, exaggerating the azure and bringing out hints of turquoise. I held my breath, waiting for it. I wanted to slink quietly away and save us both the embarrassment.

“Sure. Next week. I’m coming bakırköy escort bayan through for a night; we’ll meet after you’re off.”

You went on to tell me about a book you thought I’d like while I made sure my mouth was closed. At first I couldn’t believe that you’d just agreed. I pulled myself back to the conversation, though I was still a bit shocked. I figured there was a good chance you wouldn’t be back.

The week passed, and that morning you came in as you’d said, to both my surprise and delight.

The promised joyride was now imminent. And I knew I was going too far. It is one thing to chat with a customer and quite another to be meeting him someplace to ride in his car. But why not as friends, just having a bit of fun? At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

The next day I found myself in a daring mood, ready to burst with the need for some fun. The August afternoon was hot, and I was sweating by the time I pulled into the trail-head parking, our agreed meeting spot. I got out of my truck and the mountain breeze cooled me slightly. I stretched, feeling muscle and tendon pop along my tall frame.

Very curvy and heavy breasted, I would always be more voluptuous than tight and lean. I wore a white halter top and a pair of loose cargo Capri’s. The top was maybe a bit revealing, but I hadn’t been able to resist. I wore no bra beneath the spandex halter that held my breasts snugly. The late afternoon sun caressed my skin and raised gooseflesh along my arms. My nipples were making themselves quite obvious. I shouldn’t have worn this top. I didn’t have anything else in my truck, either. Oh hell with it. I straightened my shoulders and reminded myself not to slouch, one of my numerous bad habits.

I pulled my hair loose from the severe, tight ponytail that was threatening to give me a headache. I grabbed my brush and started pulling out the tangles. Mousy brown in color but streaked from the sun, my hair fell almost to the top of my hips. I hated how it tangled up at the slightest breeze. I contemplated, once again, just having it bobbed to my chin.

As I brushed out the last of the knots, you roared into the lot. Music blaring from your car, you leaned out your window, “Hey man, you coming or not?”

I bit back the myriad inane responses that rolled into my head and walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and slid into the seat. My belly was tight with anticipation. This is crazy! It was long past time I started nurturing the pitifully atrophied adventurer in me.

“What a perfect summer day”, I said as I buckled into my seat belt, grinning like a fool. You smiled back at me and we were off.

The windows were down and you opened the sunroof. Turning out onto the street, the wind blowing in cooled my body and lifted my hair, sending it flying wildly around me. I tackled it and smoothed the strands into a semblance of order, taming it by pulling it back and tying it off.

There’s no way you could know how much I love going fast. How intense the sheer pleasure of flying down a mountain road, the forces of the turns and curves, the almost-out-of-control feeling of cornering. It gave me both a rush of excitement, loss of control, and an unexpected meditative calm. I thought you would understand the contradiction, if I dared tell you of it.

The thrill of flying down the road flooded my senses. I laughed out loud as you shifted through the gears, but the sound was lost in the roar of our passage. I wanted to hang out the window and shout at the trees that sped by. My senses aroused, I delighted in the vibrations of the engine as you pushed it harder. The heavy beat of the music blasting from the speakers reverberated up my spine. I felt intoxicated by the pleasure, awakened by the sensations.

You downshifted for the tighter curves ahead and your hand brushed my knee. I felt the touch acutely, it galvanized me. I suppressed my reaction to jerk out of range and look weird, so I kept my leg right where it was and pretended not to notice. I figured it was probably an accident. But the sensation of the light touch lingered.

Coming out of the last turn and into a longer stretch, you shifted back up again and urged the vehicle into another burst of speed. This time instead of letting your hand rest on the gearshift, you let it rest on my thigh. Holy shit. I froze. The exhilaration of the ride had aroused me, but the weight of your hand sent electricity up my thigh and started a slow burn between my legs. I glanced at you, but you had your eyes on the road. Your sunglasses covering your eyes allowed no hint as to whether you were teasing, or what. Is he fucking with me? Why hadn’t I pulled my leg away? When you took your hand back, I felt as if it should have left a smoldering imprint through to my flesh.

I saw that we were nearing a side road that I knew well. I leaned as close as my seatbelt would allow so you could hear me and suggested we take it. escort esenyurt I knew I was pushing the dare and wondered if you’d bite. He likes the attention and so do I, that’s all!And I was starved for it. I’ve been so good for so long. For over a year I had practiced a self-imposed asceticism, a barrier to hold together the broken bits of me. I was realizing that rather than helping me to heal, it was just another face of the masochism that had helped destroy my life. Self honesty was important to me and I was being selfish today; and reckless.

I couldn’t help but smile when you pulled your clean, shiny car off the safety of the pavement and onto the well-worn, dirt track. The dust kicked up behind us as if to conceal our passage. We went a couple of miles farther up and I gestured at a spot ahead to pull off. You stopped the car and killed the engine; the hot metal of the engine ticked in the silence. You looked at me questioningly.

“There’s a place here you may like. Come with me.”

I got out of your car and turned to see if you would follow. You stepped out, slipping the keys into the pocket of your khaki shorts. I took in your lean frame; not too much taller than me, you looked comfortable in your skin, confident. Your darkly tanned legs were nicely muscled. You looked good in your green tee shirt, with the lean build of an endurance athlete. Well built. It was not the first time the thought had occurred to me.

I could see the California sun had kissed your brown hair. I was both annoyed and relieved that your sunglasses prevented me from seeing your eyes. The amused set of your mouth told me some, and the easy stance of your body was familiar to me now as you waited for me to lead.

I turned and walked into the trees. We started to ascend steeply up a small trail, just wide enough for us to traverse side-by-side.

“So when’s your next trip?”

“I have to go up to Santa Barbara next Wednesday. Then I have a few days before I have to be in L.A. again.” You paused as if you were about to add something else to that but then decided not to. “What have you been up to, beautiful?”

“I’ll be taking a long weekend. I’m going in for that certification I was telling you about. So, I won’t be here.”

“Then I won’t bother stopping in.” You grinned and I smiled back. I’ve been told I have a nice smile. Another thing I had decided I needed to do more of, smiling.

Pine needles and dry oak leaves rustled and crunched beneath our feet, sending up the most heady, earthy scent; like vanilla and pungent, sweet resin. The trees from which that carpet had fallen loomed above us and shaded our path. It was cooler here, beneath the pleasant smelling trees. The sun filtered through the canopy in warm rays that sparkled with the dust stirred by our footsteps. It only took about fifteen minutes of walking before the trail opened onto a clearing in which a small, clear pond was surrounded by granite boulders and more forest.

“Here’s the place. I thought we could cool off a bit.”

“Nice.”

You followed me to the edge of the water, taking in the serene setting. I splashed my face and neck, bracing for the frigid water, so cold it made my head ache. It felt delicious and wonderful. The water trickled down my neck and made its way down between my breasts. My nipples hardened at the icy shock of it, turning to dark, hard knots under the white fabric. Nice thinking, terrifically brilliant move. I turned away from you and the pond, self-conscious. Thankfully, you seemed not to notice. You pulled off your shirt and tossed it onto a big rock and followed suit in cooling off.

I wandered over to where you had thrown your shirt, the huge slab of granite that angled sharply up out of the earth in the shade of an oak and sat, watching you. As you splashed your hair the water ran down your back, almost as tan as your legs. Oh hot damn. The muscles beneath your skin rippled as you moved. You had told me you were over forty, but you certainly didn’t look it. Sufficiently soaked down, you turned and walked over towards me. I glanced from your flat belly down the trail of hair below your navel that disappeared into the waist of your shorts. My body flushed hot. Already awakened from the ride, the throbbing between my legs deepened to an ache. I looked away, blushing, and hoped you didn’t notice.

What am I doing here? The question popped into my head for the umpteenth time… But I knew. I was challenging circumstance and too curious to stop. As you approached the rock, I started blathering on about how I first found this place and how I used to come here all the time. You stood facing me, listening politely, arms crossed on your chest. Crap, no sunglasses. I was trying hard to maintain eye contact, which can be tough with you, if I need to speak intelligently. You looked amused, which was unsettling.

“So, yeah, this is a really great spot to just come and meditate, have some quiet time, you know? ataköy escort bayan And it’s amazing how few people know about it, considering it’s not so hard to get to…” My words trailed off. Why do I have to babble like an idiot?

I hopped down off the rock and stood leaning back against it for support. It was wonderfully warm from the sun and the roughly textured, solid feel of it against my skin anchored me to the moment. I looked around, desperately trying to find something else to talk about. Or, barring that, I searched for maybe an escape of some sort, anything to cover my awkward shyness.

You watched me for a moment; I thought I felt you watching me, at least. Why doesn’t he say something? I dared to look up and found you were looking off into the trees. Why am I even here? I should suggest we go. Instead, I took in your profile, the set of your mouth, the barest traces of a beard on your unshaven face and the line high on a prominent cheekbone where that stubble abruptly ends. I really liked the smattering of grey at your temples. Fucking sexy is what. My eyes fell back down to your lips. They were sensuously curved, like they could turn from snarl to smile in an instant.

I let myself imagine the feel of them on my skin. I thought your lips would be soft and the stubble would prickle at me. A little shiver ran up my spine and I quickly corrected my thoughts. This will not do. You walked up beside me and reached past me to retrieve your shirt from the rock. I tensed, your proximity sending alarms ringing. My heart pounded. I started racking my brain to think of something to say. Ask a question, you idiot, anything, now! I opened my mouth, likely to begin babbling again. I met your eyes, direct and intense and missing nothing, as always, and my brain blanked.

Stormy blue eyes in an unreadable raptor’s gaze held me against my will. I felt the flush rise in my face as I tried to break eye contact; I failed. I took a breath and cleared my throat, about to say something, anything to ease the tension I felt. My heart was pounding loudly in my own ears, I was afraid you were close enough you could hear it. I was having a hard time getting my breath, now very unsure what, exactly, I thought I was doing here.

You had to notice my change of breathing, the flush of color I could not control. I couldn’t think with you looking at me like that. I felt like the mouse that sees the hawk too late. I swallowed with difficulty, watching as the gaze that pinned me to the rock behind me slowly shifted into something else, something harder. You looked like a predator that was done playing around.

Hellfire, he’s hot. My heart stopped at the look in your eyes. You leaned close, too close, and I froze in shock. I could feel the warmth of your body, so near it made my skin tingle. I felt your breath. Oh holy hell. I felt like I didn’t have enough oxygen and took a deep breath. The spice and brine scent of your skin assailed my senses. I chanced meeting your gaze, no longer able to disguise the lust that simmered under my skin. I desperately wanted you to do your worst, but I still didn’t really think you would do anything.

And then your lips met mine. Firm and sweet, your kiss was an attack on my will. Currents of excitement zapped and arced in my middle, like electricity. My lips opened, yielding to the insistence of yours. Your tongue met mine, sparking a current that ripped through my core and made my legs unreliable. My heart pounded and my mind raced, protesting. This shouldn’t be happening; this isn’t happening. Oh holy fuck, this was happening. Why was I kissing you? Sudden fear coursed through me. Fear of the unknown, of complications. I had held myself too still, too tightly controlled for so long, I couldn’t give myself permission to have this.

I raised my hands to your shoulders and began to push you away. I need to stop this now. I was starting to panic and curse my own stupidity and rash behavior. How do I let myself be so stupid? I should never have come, never asked, never agreed to meet him! Instead of yielding to me you leaned closer, holding me firmly pinioned to the rock. Your kisses became more demanding, more insistent, overwhelming my senses. The weight of your body on mine was delicious. Oh my God this feels good.

Your hands held my hips firm, while your lips explored my jaw, my neck, and back to my hungry mouth. One of your hands slowly moved up my side to cup a breast and I quietly moaned in response, wanting this. Your bare hand was a brand against my skin, the heat traveling like a flow of electricity and settling between my thighs. You pushed up my halter, freeing my heavy breasts. You lifted them, feeling the weight of them as they filled your hands, gently massaging. Ah fuck.

When your thumb brushed across my sensitive nipple, coherent thought fragmented and was lost. I moaned against your lips. My paralysis broken by desire, I needed to touch you, feel you.

I ran my hands through your hair; my fingers caressed the back of your neck and slid softly down to spread across your shoulder blades. I let my fingers trace the muscles of your back, and then flattened them to feel the rhythm of your breath, the play of bones and sinew beneath your skin. Touch was sacred to me, and I wanted to feel every bit of you.

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Hi Everyone… This is my first entry, but I’m hoping it will be the first of many. This scene starts with my best friend, his little sister and me waiting for a table to open up outside of a restaurant. Comments, good or bad, are encouraged.

Thanks!

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There was hardly any room between us, but Amanda managed to wiggle her petite body right in there. She was leaning mostly on me as I felt I did a good job of hiding my uncomfortable excitement. She had grown up so fast, I can’t even remember how long it had been since I had seen her. She was suddenly this beautiful teenager; still as skinny as ever, but now with perfectly shaped breasts and an insanely cute butt. Her big, brown eyes gave her beautiful young face an innocence that was too adorable to ignore. She looked up at me like a younger sister as we waited for a table to open up.

Soon after she squeezed between us, her brother removed himself from the bench to wait inside with the crowd. Amanda stayed leaning against me, ignoring the now empty other half of the bench. I asked her about school, trying to play everything cool. She knew enough about me that her feelings were already made up on me, and this was no time for me to make any sort of move. The idea was to just play it cool.

“Are you still dating Maria?” She asked.

“Not at the moment. How’s Justin?”

“It’s Jason.” She corrected. An honest mistake on my part.

“We don’t talk much anymore, he’s off at school and we ended things.”

“Sorry to hear that. You should be focusing on colleges anyway.”

I couldn’t help but still act big brotherly. My attraction to her is more because of my perversion than anything else. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but what could I do?

“He had a small penis anyway.” She responded casually.

I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. She now had this mouth like a sailor. I should probably tell her to keep it clean, but who was I to talk? Pretty sure I taught her every bad word in the book.

“That isn’t something I want to hear…”

“Face it, I’m grown up now.” She interrupted. “I just bagcilaronline.com turned 18, I’m not the innocent girl you once knew.”

This was something I could not deny, I had to control my urges. Amanda adjusted her lean against me to get closer and rubbed against me in a way I wish she hadn’t. It was cold out and she was clearly just looking for warmth. The conversation got silent and I found my imagination taking control of my mind. My cock twitched in my jeans. I tried to act like nothing happened, but she was having none of that.

“HAHA… you have got to be kidding me…” Embarrassment ruled my face, and I was speechless. “Guys really are all the same huh…? Don’t worry about it, I won’t say anything, I am complimented by your attraction.” She added with a smile, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes.

The submissive look made things worse, I twitched again, and Amanda’s smile grew with a chuckle.

“Sorry.” I finally mustered.

“I said not to worry about it. Let me help you out.”

Amanda squirmed a little to reach her tiny hand around to my waist. She was able to slip it into my jeans and instantly put her tiny fist right around my cock. Her hand was freezing cold, but it felt amazing. She immediately began stroking. I grabbed her wrist.

“Stop it. There are people around.”

“Oh shut up… you’re the one that got turned on…. and no one is around, the street is empty. Everyone else is inside.”

“You’re brother is one of those people.”

“You can’t tell anyway. Just looks like we’re sitting here.”

She continued stroking and I was helpless to resist. My cock grew quickly. Amanda sat there with the smile on her face only getting larger.

“Holy shit.” She added. “You’re huge.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m serious, when is this thing going to stop growing?”

I was almost fully erect. Amanda’s eyes opened wider as the length of my erection increased.

“Have you ever measured this thing? It’s gigantic.”

I’m a little bigger than average in terms of length, but girls are most impressed atakoymarka.com by my thickness. Amanda quickly removed her hand when she saw John waving us in from the restaurant, signaling that the table was ready. Amanda got up first, I followed and quickly was able to hide my erection in my waistband. Amanda walked in with a smile on her face, while I cautiously looked around to make sure no one was looking. Amanda added something under her breath before we got to the door, but I couldn’t make it out.

Amanda and John sat next to each other in the booth, with me across the table. Didn’t take long for her to start playing footsie with me. This girl was taking way to much pleasure in teasing me. I was in way over my head. After we ordered, I needed a moment and excused myself to the bathroom. As I walked through the diner and into the restroom, I didn’t even notice her right behind me.

“What are you doing?” I asked with surprise.

“I told you to meet me in here… Didn’t realize you were so anxious, I was going to wait until after, but this works for me also.”

As she said all of this, she undid my belt buckle and was taking me out of my pants.

“We cannot do this.” I struggled to grab any sort of control of the situation

“We already are.” She replied.

I looked down just in time to see my cock sticking out of my fly and watched Amanda close her eyes and put her perfect lips right over my head, sliding my cock into her wet little mouth. The sensation ruled me. My whole body relaxed as I fell into a lean against the stall. Amanda opened up her eyes and looked right up at me, a little smirk on her face as she felt me get fully erect. She removed my cock from her mouth, gave a light kiss to the tip and said: “Just relax. Give me two minutes, and then we’ll go back out.”

I nodded. What else could I do? Amanda grabbed my cock with both hands and guided it back to her lips. She didn’t waste any time as she began jerking and sucking just about every inch of me at the perfect speed. It had been 3 days since my last orgasm, and I typically bakirkoymarka.com was a twice a day kind of guy, so I could feel myself close. I continued to look down at Amanda while she went to work. It appeared as though her eyes were closed. I knew that if I wanted to cum in the limited time frame I would need to change that.

“You like that big cock, baby?”

Amanda immediately looked up at me with her big eyes and moaned a nice long yes, taking me to a whole new level of pleasure. She must have noticed this, because she continued to look up at me submissively and moaned in pleasure as she went faster and faster with my member. My balls tightened as I felt it coming.

“Here it comes, baby.”

Amanda removed my cocked from her mouth and began furiously jerking it off with one hand, aiming me right at her face as she closed her eyes. “Show me that big load.” She begged.

I didn’t stand a chance. I erupted, a huge string of cum hit her right on the face, a huge line from her chin, all the way to her forehead. She smiled as the second shot hit her the same way on the other side. The smile became a slight laugh of joy. The third rope hit her on the mouth as she opened up to accept the rest of my load. The fourth squirt went straight down her throat. I looked down to see her smirk again as the fifth and sixth soon followed. She swallowed and put my cock right back on her tongue as she started sucking again. I felt the seventh string join them. She looked up at me, still sucking hard as I convulsed the last few spurts into her. Her face was soaked in my cum and she still worked like a champion. Eyes wide open as I caught my breathe and was brought slowly back to reality. I basically had to pry Amanda off of me as she just didn’t want to stop. I cleaned myself off as she went to the sink to clean her face. I went up behind her to make sure she was all good she turned quickly to give me a hard romantic kiss. The look of pure satisfaction ruled her face as the now familiar smirk took over again.

“Thanks.” She added softly as she vacated the restroom.

I threw some water on my face and tried to come up with an alibi for John. I left a few seconds later to see Amanda already explaining everything. Apparently I walked in first and the place was a mess, so I straightened it up a bit before Amanda went in. Waited for her and then did my thing. Who knew I was such a gentleman…

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Sometime during the night, the rain started. We awakened to a gray, wet day. It was even chilly in the house so t-shirts and sweat pants or robes were in order. We all liked to be nude at home, but there are times when clothing is needed for protection or because of a social event or situation.

When I came into the kitchen, Mom was just starting a pot of coffee. Sue was rummaging around in the freezer. “Good morning. Sue, what are you looking for?”

“Morning, Bud. I’m trying to find some juice other than orange or grapefruit.” Sue was wearing one of Mom’s robes and a pair of her slippers.

“Oh. It looks like you are on a treasure hunt by the way you are digging in there.”

Sue straightened up with can of grape juice in one hand. She turned and tried to push the cold can against my chest. She laughed, “See, Mr. Smart Ass, I knew there was some different juice around.”

“Anything I can do to help, Mom?” She was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and sweat pants. I stepped behind here, put my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

She turned inside my arms to face me. “Not at the moment. The coffee is on. Dad is outside trying to find the morning paper.” She tipped her face up and kissed me on the mouth. “How’s my favorite son?”

“I’m fine. Where is Uncle Bob?”

Sue spoke up. “He’s probably still showering or shaving. Can you reach that juice container on the top shelf?”

“Sure.” As I stretched to reach the container, Sue stuck the cold juice can under my t-shirt and against my back. I turned to grab her but she dropped the can and ran around the center island in the kitchen. We were both laughing as I tried to reach her across the island.

“Now, now. No rough housing in my kitchen.”

“It looked more like the start of a grab ass session than rough housing.”

“Morning, Dad.”

“Morning, Bud. Morning, Sue. Dad tossed the bagged newspaper into the sink. He put his arms around Mom and gave her a bear hug and a French kiss.

She pushed on his chest, “What’s that all about?”

“That’s just because I haven’t kissed you in ten minutes. Man, is it nasty out there. The rain is cold and the wind seems to be picking up. Where’s Bob?”

“I’m right here.” Uncle Bob came into the kitchen and picked the bagged paper out of the sink. “Good thing they bag these things, otherwise, with the rain, this paper would be so much pulp.”

“If I’m going to fix breakfast, I’ll need some room to work.”

“O.K., Mom”

“Yes, Dear.”

We all started out of the kitchen. “I’ll set the table, Mom.”

“Thank you, Bud.”

“I’ll fix and pour the juice and make toast.” Sue came over to me. “I’m sorry about the cold can on the back.” She put her arms around me and ran a hand under my t-shirt and up my back. She stood on her toes and whispered, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

It didn’t take Mom long to fix scrambled eggs, sausage and potatoes. Sue poured the juice and fixed toast and I poured the coffee and started a second pot as we sat down to eat.

Mom asked her brother, “Did you sleep well, Bobby?”

“Sure did. And the shower made me feel like a new man.”

Dad looked at Uncle Bob and grinned, “What’s the matter? Aren’t Bud and I good enough for you anymore?”

Bob laughed, “That isn’t what I meant. You guys are great.”

Sue said, “I think they are very, very good, but I’m not sure about great.”

Mom smiled, “I think we need to change the subject.”

Everyone laughed. Dad was looking out of the dining room window. “I’m sure glad we got all of the firewood moved off the hill yesterday. It would be a real chore today. Is it all under cover, Bud?”

“All except the last load or two. There wasn’t room in the shed and I didn’t think to cover it with a tarp.”

“That’s o.k. I don’t remember hearing a forecast for rain, but this is about right for the monsoon season to start.”

“I don’t remember anyone having time to turn on a radio or TV to hear a forecast.”

“Yes, Bobby, you guys were really busy with other things,” Sue piped in.

“Well, I’m glad we got it done. I doubt if I’d be of much help today.” Uncle Bob flexed his arm and shoulder. “I feel like I pulled a muscle.”

Sue giggled, “And I know which muscles got pulled the most.”

Mom scolded, “Sue, you are incorrigible!”

We all laughed and continued to eat. When we finished, Dad and Bob cleared the table and I put on a jacket and cap and ran out to the woodshed. I hauled a half dozen big armloads of wood to the wood box by the patio door.

“Boy, is it raw out there.”

Dad looked at Mom, “I think I’ll go into town and check the house and mail. And I might stop by the office. Is there anything I should pick up?” “No, I can’t think of anything. Just be careful driving.”

Bob was on the telephone.

“Who you calling?” Sue asked.

“I’m checking our voice mail at home. Listen to this.” He handed her the telephone.

Sue listened. “Maybe you better call your office. This sounds like you kahramanmaraş escort might be able to make a pretty good commission.” Sue looked at the rest of us. “Bob’s company just won a bid to supply a lot of equipment and supplies to a large manufacturer.”

“I’d better run into the office too. I can check our house and mail while I’m there. They may want me to cut the vacation short by a couple of days. You could still stay here, Sue, but I doubt if I’ll need to go back to work early, since I’m going back next Monday anyway.”

Dad and Bob left for town. I fired up my computer and checked in with my online job. There were a few things to respond to and a couple of phone calls to make, but there weren’t any programs that needed debugging or anything urgent. I worked up to lunch time.

After lunch, I decided to take a nap. Mom thought she might also. Sue said she was going to read. I went to my room, stripped and slipped under the covers. I had been napping for about forty-five minutes or so when I heard the door open. Sue was standing by the bed. I watched as she stepped out of the slippers and slipped the robe off.

She pulled the covers back and got into bed beside me. “Everyone is sleeping and I got lonely.” She leaned over me and kissed me. “Actually, I’m here to make up for the cold can on the back.” She stretched out so she was sort of laying on top of me. She stuck her tongue between my lips and we worked that into a French kiss.

I stroked her back and ran my fingertips up and down the cleft between her ass cheeks. She pushed herself up on her arms and rocked so her breasts rubbed against my chest. “I love to feel your chest hair tickling my nipples and tits.”

Sue started to rub my chest and stomach. She worked her hand down to my crotch. Then I felt her breath on my cock. She licked the top side of the cock shaft, then slipped her hand under my balls and cradled them.

She turned to look at me. “I used to give Bobby a blowjob just about every time we had sex, but we’ve gotten away from that. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed sucking a cock until we came here for the week. My cunt really gets wet when I’m going down on a hard cock. I wonder if Bobby has remembered how much he enjoyed eating me.”

“Well, I can’t speak for Uncle Bob, but if you will swing your cunt over my face I can show you how much I enjoy tickling your clit with my tongue.” Sue swung her leg over me. I propped my self up on my elbows and tongued her cunt. She looked down her belly, between her breasts, and watched as I worked my tongue up and down her slit.

I spread her outer lips with my tongue, then after licking and sucking her tender inner lips, I extended my tongue and ran it around the entrance to her love tunnel. Sue wiggled her hips. “I’ll give you an hour to stop that.” I continued what I was doing and I reached down and softly squeezed a breast. Sue lowered her head and began sucking my cock. I found her clit with my lips. Sue pressed her cunt against my face as I sucked her clit.

I don’t know how long we were in the 69 position, but I was still sucking Sue’s clit and had worked a finger into her ass when I felt a hand touch mine. Sue was licking my cock shaft and swabbing the cockhead with her tongue. I looked up from between Sue’s legs to see Mom. Somewhere, she had lost her long sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants.

“I wondered why it was so quiet in here. I’ve been watching you for ten minutes and I just had to join you. “May I?”

I slipped my finger out of Sue’s ass and lay back on the bed. Sue let my cock drop out of her mouth. She turned and when she saw Mom, she got a big grin. “I wondered how long it would be before you joined us.” She rolled off me and patted the bed.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed. I watched as Sue crawled up behind her, put her arms around her and hefted Mom’s breasts. “I love your tits. I wish mine were as full and heavy.” Mom turned and kissed Sue’s neck. Sue lay Mom back on the bed and Mom turned and swung her legs up onto the bed.

After they got positioned near the center of the bed, Sue began to suck and kiss Mom’s breasts and nipples. I quietly watched as Sue slid a hand down Mom’s belly to her crotch. Sue cupped and fingered Mom’s smooth bare pussy. Then she followed her hand with her head.

Sue got on her knees between Mom’s legs. She pushed Mom’s legs wide apart then she leaned down and began to tongue Mom. I watched as Mom touched Sue’s face with one hand and pinched and squeezed her own nipples with the other. “Oh, that feels so good.”

I had my cock in my hand and was slowly stroking it as I watched the two women. Sue was still on her knees with her face buried in Mom’s pussy and her ass in the air. I crawled across the bed and kneeled behind Sue. She didn’t stop eating Mom as she moved her knees and feet apart so I could kneel between them.

I put one hand on her hip and guided my cock to the her cunt. Sue reached back with one hand and touched my cock as I slipped kastamonu escort it into her warm wet pussy. Sue continued to eat Mom as I fucked her with long slow strokes. I moved my hips in a circling motion as I pumped my cock in and out of Sue’s cunt. Sue would occasionally rotate her hips too.

She stop licking Mom’s pussy lips and clit and lay her head on Mom’s belly. “You cock feels like it is probing every part of my pussy. I can’t concentrate. I just want to be here and feel you fuck me.”

I put my arms around Sue and pulled her up so she was leaning against my chest, then I leaned back so I was on my knees and my ass was sitting on my haunches. Sue’s legs were over my thighs and her legs were spread wide.

Mom rolled onto her stomach in front of us. She licked my balls, then up my cock shaft. Then she licked up Sue’s slit to her clit. “Sue, you should see how beautiful your pussy is with your engorged, pink lips spread by Bud’s thick cock.” Mom licked us from balls to clit. Sue just sighed.

I cupped each of her firm breasts in my hands. As Mom concentrated on Sue’s clit, I rolled and pinched her hard nipples. She would move her hips a little as I held her. Her breathing changed to quick shallow breaths as Mom sucked hard on her clit. She used one hand to press Mom’s face hard against her cunt and she squeezed one of my hands holding her breast with her other hand. Her back stiffened and Sue tipped her head back and began a soft wail as she began to cum.

Mom softly kissed and licked Sue’s pussy and my cock and I held Sue until she relaxed. I let her down to her knees. My hard cock pulled out of her cunt as she lay down on her side. Mom grasped my cock. She got on her knees in front on me. She positioned herself then slid her lips down my cock shaft until my cock was buried deep inside her mouth.

She clamped her lips tight and pulled her head back. I could feel her tongue pressing hard against the underbelly of my shaft. She backed until my rigid cock came out of her mouth with a pop and slapped upright against my stomach.

Mom got on her knees and crawled up against me. She hugged me and flattened her breasts against my chest, wrapped one hand around my cock and the other around my neck. She pressed her lips against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

We shared a grinding tongue churning French kiss. Mom was twisting and jacking my cock. I slid my hands down to her ass cheeks and pulled her tight against me. We broke the kiss. She turned around and got on her knees in front of me.

As she presented her ass to me, she put one hand on her pussy and pushed two fingers into herself. I didn’t need a second hint. I crawled up behind her and pressed my hard cock into her hand. Mom gripped it and held it against her slit as she pushed her hips back. I groaned as my cock slipped into my Mother’s hot, wet cunt. I groaned a second time as Mom gently squeezed my balls as my pelvis pressed against her soft ass as my cock was buried completely and deeply within her.

Mom began to rotate her hips. I quietly kneeled behind her and enjoyed feeling her pussy move around my cock. I held her hips to steady myself and began to fuck her back. I pumped with long slow strokes and began to rotate my hips in the opposite direction. It did feel good!

Aunt Sue rolled over to watch. I lifted Mom up until she was leaning against my chest, then I leaned back on my heels like I had earlier with Sue. I held one of Mom’s breasts in one hand and rubbed her clit with the fingers of the other. Mom used one of her hands to guide me around her clit.

Sue lay in front of us. She licked my balls and tried to suck one into her mouth, but I couldn’t spread my knees wide enough to give her good access to my sac. So she licked up my cock shaft and replace my fingers with her lips on Mom’s hard little clit.

I looked over Mom’s shoulder as she lifted her other breast and tipped her head to lick her nipple. Sue was gently tugging and squeezing my ball sac as she sucked away on Mom’s clit.

Mom’s thigh muscles began to twitch. Sue sucked and pressed harder with her lips and tongue. Mom’s breathing changed to rapid sort breaths and she was making huffing sounds. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. She gripped my arms and dug her nails into my skin as her orgasm rolled through her.

Sue had turned onto her back. She arched her back and buried two or three fingers in her pussy as she brought herself off with her soft wail.

I held Mom until her breathing returned to normal and her muscles relaxed. Then I lowered her head onto a pillow. I helped Sue turn around and lie down. Then I got between my Mother and my Aunt and pulled up the covers. I put my arms around their shoulders and they both turned up on their sides and leaned against me. We fell asleep together.

A ringing telephone awakened us. I don’t know how long we napped, but the rain was still pouring down and the room was almost dark. Sue rolled over and got kayseri escort out of bed to answer the phone.

When she returned, she got sat on the edge of the bed. “That was Bob. They are going to stay at your place in town. The rain has caused some rock falls in the canyon and the road from town is closed. They said both houses are o.k. but the streets and low areas are pretty well flooded. I told them we were o.k. too and the rain was still pouring down here.”

Sue got up on her knees beside me. I pushed myself up and kissed a nipple. Mom reached up and touched Sue’s other breast. “You have beautiful breasts, Sue.”

Sue straightened up and cupped her breasts. “My tits are o.k., but I wish they were more full like yours.” I pulled Sue down and sucked a nipple and areola into my mouth.

She flipped the covers back. “You poor man. You still have a hard-on and you haven’t popped your rocks.”

Mom reached down and grasped my cock. “We’ll take care of that later.”

I smiled around my mouthful of tit.

Mom dropped my cock and slid off the bed. She watched as Sue picked up and rubbed and twisted my cock and as I continued to suck, kiss and lick Sue’s tits. “You two better take a break and relax a little. It could be a long night.” I stopped my tit sucking and Sue and I watched as Mom turned and walked out of the room.

Sue looked at me, “She sure has a nice ass.” Sue squeezed my cock. “And she’s right. This should be saved for later.” She slid off the bed and bent to pick up her robe.

I rolled around on the bed, “Speaking of nice asses.” I grasped her hips and pulled her back towards me. I kissed each of her ass cheeks and ran my tongue up her butt cleft to the small of her back. “Yours is one fiiinnne ass!”

Sue touched my head. “Hold that thought.” She wiggled her ass and did a couple of hip thrusts as she walked out of the room.

After I got up, I built a fire in the fireplace and refilled the wood box. I decided that I’d better refill the outside wood box too. I got soaked to the skin even though I I was wearing a jacket and cap. I went to my room and changed out of my wet t-shirt and sweatpants and into a robe.

When I got back to the living room, Mom was looking out the patio door and Sue was sitting on the couch near the fireplace. Both were dressed in robes and slippers. I turned on the TV to the local news. The announcer told us that most of the streets were flooded and that there were power outages in parts of the town.

“I’m glad the two of them decided to stay in town.”

“Yes. They’re safe and sound and we’re safe and dry and warm. Really, really warm.” Sue fanned her robe open and closed.

we ate a light dinner. There was an air of anticipation or expectancy and also a hint of hesitancy as to how, or if, we should, or could, pick up from where the telephone had interrupted us earlier.

Mom was sitting on the couch and I was stoking the fire, when Sue said, “I wonder what it is like to soak in the hot tub in the rain?”

“It’ll be a warm and a cold wet since the tub is in the open.”

“Let’s do it!”

“You’ll freeze your butt getting in and out, Sue.”

Sue dropped her robe and stepped out of her slippers and opened the patio door. “Let’s go!”

She dashed across the patio. I dropped my robe, kicked off my sandals and chased after her. I heard Mom laughing, “I’ll have dry towels waiting for you two loonies.”

The rain was cold! I caught up with Sue as she was trying to move the cover off the tub. We got the cover off and jumped in. She threw her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. I put my hands under her ass and we stood there in the steam and rain as we engaged in a mouth probing kiss.

I sank back into the warm water and Sue rolled so she was sort of floating on her back. “I wish the rain was warm.”

“Why?”

“So I could lay on the grass and fuck in it.” She put her arms around me and we kissed again.

It was sort of strange to be sitting in warm water with cold water pelting your face and head. Sue was fondling my cock and balls and I was cupping and rubbing her smooth bare cunt. “Since it is too cold to fuck in the rain, lets do the next best thing.”

“Which is?”

“Fucking in front of a roaring fireplace!” Sue stopped rubbing my cock and climbed out of the tub and ran to the house. I got out of the tub and nearly froze while putting the tub cover back over it.

When I got back inside, Mom was drying Sue’s back. I picked up a towel. Sue stepped over and started to dry my chest. She stopped long enough to pull me over to stand in front of the fireplace. Mom began to dry my back.

“Did you see the steam coming off Sue as she ran to the house?”

“I may be only steaming on the outside but I’m boiling on the inside.” Sue dropped the towel and sank to her knees in front of me. She kissed my cock. “You poor, cold wet thing. I have a warm place just for you.” Sue sucked my cold soft cock into her mouth. She sucked like she was sucking soda through a straw as she rubbed her nose against my pubis.

It didn’t take long for Sue to suck up a hard-on. I looked down and watched as she would swallow my cock, then pull it out of her mouth and run her tongue up and down both sides of the cock shaft and around the cockhead before swallowing it again.

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I’m a rather conservative guy, and my girlfriend has occasionally chided me about not being as forceful and aggressive as I could be in initiating sex with her. One night we were driving home from dinner with friends, and she started in again about how I’m sort of prudish and not very adventurous and how I would never take any kind of risks with our sex life. As a guy, this kind of teasing can only go on so long before I just have to prove myself to her, and I made up my mind that I was going to show her just how adventurous and spontaneous I could be when it came to our sex life.

As we pulled into my condo complex, I hit the remote for the door to my garage, which has a shared wall with my next door neighbor. Our garages are attached to one another, as are the breakfast nooks that are just inside the condo from the garage. After we pulled into the car, I quickly hopped out of the driver’s side of the car and came around to Julie’s door before she had gotten herself out of the car. I intentionally left the garage door open as I circled around. She stepped out, but had left something behind inside the car, so she turned to retrieve it, and that was her tactical error.

As soon as she turned her back on me, I pounced. I came up behind her and grabbed her firmly around the waist, pressing my turgid cock, straining at the seam of my pants, up against her ass. My warm breath was against her ear as my hands moved up and roughly pawed at her breasts. I nipped at her neck with my teeth as I reached down and undid her belt. I swiftly unbuttoned her pants, and unzipped her zipper. She tried to ask what I thought I was doing, but I clamped my hand against her mouth, and yanked down her pants and panties with my other hand.

While my right hand was keeping Julie from speaking, my left hand went to her cunt and I slipped first one and then two fingers inside her. She was bakırköy eskort already dripping wet and ready for me. I took my hand from her mouth and pushed her forward at the waist. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my rock hard cock out, and suddenly and savagely slammed it into her drenched pussy. I grabbed her about the waist and pounded out her in long, deep thrusts as she moaned in pleasure. I took my left hand and entwined it in her hair, pulling tightly as I fucked her harder, faster, and with more ferocity with each thrust. The slapping of my hips against her round, toned ass echoed throughout the garage and Julie’s screams of pleasure could be heard up and down the street.

As I pulled her hair with my left hand, I used my right hand to slap her ass, bringing red marks on both her cheeks as I continuously slid my 7 inches of meat into her sopping wet love hole. Within a couple of minutes of my assault I could feel the walls of her snatch spasming around my pole and I knew she was coming for the first time this night. As she came down from the high of her orgasm, I pulled out of her and spun her around to face me. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her from her position between the interior of the car and the passenger door where she had been bent before me. As she struggled to free her feet from her pant legs and dragged her toward the front of the car.

She had just gotten free of her pants when I stopped her and ordered her to remove her blouse and bra. Doe-eyed, and somewhat frightened, she complied without a word. When she had removed her garments, I dove for her milky white tits; sucking on one large nipple while I squeezed and pulled on the other. Her breath was becoming ragged again as I pulled my mouth from her nipple. I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her onto the hood of my car. I pulled her legs apart and escort fulya stepped in between. I aimed my pussy-juice slicked prick right at her snatch and slipped it in. I grabbed each of her legs and put them over my shoulders and began pounding away at her as she cried out in pleasure. I knew that the neighbors were home as I saw their lights on as we approached and knew that there was no way they couldn’t be hearing our lovemaking. I stroked deep and long into her pussy, causing the hood to bend and creak with each thrust. Just as Julie was about to cum for the second time, I stopped and pulled away, leaving her begging me for me; imploring me to keep fucking her so she could cum again.

I stepped away, and opened the door from the garage into the breakfast nook area. I pointed toward the inside of the house, and without a word, Julie complied with my silent command. As I followed her into my condo, I discarded my remaining clothes. Julie hopped up onto the kitchen table and spread her legs for me. I again strode between her legs and slid my pulsing cock between her red, engorged pussy lips. I hooked my arms under her thighs and with one strong tug I slammed my cock to the hilt inside her vagina. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I began thrusting forward with my hips and pulling her thighs toward me to get maximum penetration.

Each thrust caused a loud slapping sound as our hips met, almost forcing all of the wind from Julie lungs. However, she still had enough breath to cry out “fuck me, oh fuck me harder”. Her one and only command, I followed to a T. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. The slapping of our bodies, the squishing noises made as my cock slammed in and out of her juicy pussy, and her cries of mixed pain and pleasure filled the entire condo. We fucked in this position for several more minutes ataköy eskort until I could see Julie’s eyes rolling back in her head as she came for the second time, her body jerking and twitching in ecstasy.

I released her legs, and sat down on the kitchen chair as she levered herself up and off of the kitchen table. She stepped over the chair and impaled herself on my shaft as I grabbed the firm, globes of her ass and pulled her breasts against my mouth. I squeezed her cheeks as she bounced up and down on my cock, all the while I sucked and nibbled at her luscious melons. Our bodies were covered in sweat and I could feel her juices dribbling down across my balls and puddling on the chair on which I sat. I could feel the telltale signs of my impending orgasm welling up inside me, but I didn’t want to come inside Julie this time. I had something else entirely in mind.

The next time she slid up my shaft, I pushed her up and off of me, as I stood up from the chair. I placed my hands on her shoulders and forced her to kneel in front of my hard cock, as it bobbed with the beat of my heart. Once she was positioned in front of me, I slid my cock into her waiting mouth. I grabbed the sides of her head with my hands and began thrusting in and out of her hot, wet mouth. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, but I also knew Julie was going to swallow every drop of my cum. I could hear the gurgling sounds emanating from her mouth as my prick slipped into her throat with each thrust, and I could feel her tongue lapping at the underside of my cock as I fucked her mouth. Julie began to fondle my ball sack, and I knew the moment was at hand: I squeezed her head as I pulled her against me, her nose pressing up against my hard, flat stomach, and I unleashed a torrent of cum right down her throat. She took it all in stride, milking my cock with her tongue and her hands, drinking down every drop as I collapsed back onto the kitchen seat, while Julie knelt between my legs.

She looked up at me with those big, doe eyes, and with a wry grin on her face said “is that all you got?” At that moment, I knew this was just the beginning of a very long, sweaty, night of sex.

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Walking hand in hand through the dark, we seem to know exactly where we’re going. But little do you suspect I’m the smallest bit confused as to where my new place is, and every street in this sprawling residential neighborhood looks maddeningly the same. Cortland Street? When did I see that before? Did we take a left at Orinoco Drive? That means that Aquarun must be the next one, or at least the next to next one….

I’d probably be more than a little irritated at my inability to master the streets of my own new crash pad if it weren’t for the fact that every step we take, and every step we’ve taken for fifteen minutes now, reveals more and more just how stupendously fabulous we happen to look tonight. From nine to eleven-thirty we danced at a charity benefit, spending the two hours before that getting dressed up as intensely as we ever have, dropping much more money on our clothes than we did on the tickets to the benefit. As a result, I’m wearing a tuxedo for only the third or fourth time in my life. I’ve gotten rid of the tie and undone the top couple of buttons on my blindingly white shirt, but otherwise it’s still intact. Compared to you, though, I happen to think I look like something the bottom of a shoe might find on the bottom of its shoe. You arrived at the party in a ruby red gown with a plunging neckline and a provocative slit down the right leg, sporting a new jade necklace and shiny black high heels.

Gazes followed you all around the dance floor as you spun and wallowed in my clumsy hands, laughing when I turned right when I was supposed to turn left, stepped forward instead of stepping back. Not that you were exactly Gregory Hines yourself out there, but when you look as glamorous as you did, no one much cares about winning any contests. We decided as the party wound down that it would be a minor crime not to exhaust all the possibilities of our clothing, so we decided to park a few blocks shy of our intended destination and wow the public by just strolling down the street, looking wildly out of place, the jewels of the earth. Of course, ten minutes past midnight in this sleepy community has given us exactly no audience except empty sidewalks and lonely lamplights under which you stop once and execute a flawless pirouette as I stand and applaud. The night is warm and the moon is full, and we mosey along looking as if we’ve stepped out of a musical. I’m thinking The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, you’re leaning toward Moulin Rouge. Hell, either one works for me. It’s a great way to close out the night, being beside such a vision in red, your hair tied up with a small silver clasp, your lips the innermost color of fire, the cheap lamplights overhead shining on your necklace and your eyes. Beautiful.

When I know that you’ve started to wonder just where the hell we’re walking to, I begin to plot the neighborhood in my head, still a little buzzed from the champagne we drank so freely. Maybe it’s the champagne that makes me think that if we just cut between two big houses just up ahead, sitting tastefully at the edge of the cul de sac on Wynwyd Lane, we’ll eliminate having to walk five more blocks and halve the distance between us and my place, where I plan to take you right to bed and make love to you in the dark.

“Yeah, definitely if we just cut through here, all we have to do is cross Burberry and we’re there,” I tell you confidently, about eighty percent sure of what the hell I’m talking about. Well, seventy percent.

“I assume by the way you feel the need to convince yourself that you’re actually pretty clueless,” you point out..

“Clueless, yes, but I’m in a tux, so my decisions all seem to make perfect sense, don’t they?” I pull you gently in the direction of the nearest driveway, where a couple of Lexuses are parked obnoxiously side by side. You follow willingly enough, your natural urge to resist my geographical instructions overwhelmed by some residual tipsiness from the booze. Good stuff it was, too.

“We’re going to get shot cutting across their lawn,” you tell me. “That’s really how I want to go, too.”

“They’re not going to shoot people in evening gowns and tuxes,” I insist. “Most they would do is beat us senseless.”

I’ve lowered my voice just a bit, and still holding hands we move past the side of the anonymous sleepers’ house. You put your head on my shoulder and wrap both arms around my waist after pausing briefly to remove your high heels. You curl your toes in the grass once to get that nice summery feeling and then we move on, me gallantly holding your shoes for you.

We walk between two big backyards and the scene opens up a bit on a common field between two long rows of houses. Already I know I’ve made a wee bit of a mistake, but I don’t let on. We amble off to the left through a little thatch of trees and come up against a long running fence protecting evildoers like us from reaching the properties of the semi-rich and never-to-be-famous-unless-they-wind-up-on-some-stupid-reality-show. We walk between the nisantasiescort.com fence and the foliage and critique peoples’ nicely manicured back yards as we pass them. After four or five houses, the wooden fence becomes a chain link affair and we hear soft conversation coming from a house up ahead. So we’re not the only ones awake past midnight on a Saturday after all. Good. Maybe someone will see us pass and think they must be dreaming to see such an image of exotic opulence drifting through their mist. Maybe they’ll even think we’re ghosts from the Titanic or something. I always wanted to be one of those.

We see through the dark that the mellow conversation is coming from two couples sitting poolside at the end of the row of houses. They’re sitting in deck chairs behind the largest house of all, having opened a bottle (or two, looks like) of wine. Their pool is a very nice affair, lit on each side by running lights set into light pink cement. The water is perfectly still. From the looks of them, my neighbors have been taking an occasional dip, as they’re all wearing swimsuits, but the time for actual physical activity is long past. As we go by, we nod and I lift a hand, and one of the women lifts a hand in return. We hear a couple of friendly hellos and we smile and go on, disappearing from their view behind a very tall, intricately cut wooden fence which borders the south side of their property. We angle to the left when we clear their view so as not to head into the large community garden which slumbers under the moon in front of us, and start to climb up a mild, very gradual grass rise that leads to Burberry Lane in another few hundred feet. Home isn’t far away. I start to rub your back, which is exposed confidently by your dress, the rear of which starts almost at your waist. I can’t wait for the pictures they were taking tonight at the dance to be developed so I can make every man I know weep with jealousy.

“Hello, excuse me,” we hear a laughing voice say to our left. One of the women from the pool has poked her head out of a swinging wooden door on the side of the house. She’s younger than I thought she was, maybe late twenties. We stop and turn, and my first thought is that she’s going to ask us if we’re lost.

“Um,” she says, giggling, “I think I should tell you my husband’s in love with you.” She’s looking right at you when she says this (Whew!) and you raise an eyebrow. I do the same and we take a couple of steps toward her when a second head appears behind hers, a guy of about the same age.

“I am so sorry, please excuse us, my wife is insane,” he says, smiling, playfully pulling on her left arm.

“No, seriously, he just told me he’d do anything to have you,” the woman says jovially.

“I can understand that,” I say to them, “but unfortunately she’s taken. Unless we’re talking about a cash offer, of course.” You elbow me in the side and laugh, obviously flattered by this man’s attention. How could he not want you, and say so even in the presence of his wife? You’re obviously the most stunning thing ever to walk past their house.

“Yes, cash, that is what we’re talking about,” the woman says. “Could I buy her for about ten minutes as his present? Just to have her stand by the pool so he can look? His tongue’s hanging out of his mouth.”

“That may be true, but we’ll let you good people be on your way,” the husband says, rolling his eyes. “Lots and lots to drink, obviously.”

“How much do I get for standing by the pool for ten minutes?” you ask, laughing again, stepping over to the swinging door. You’re just a couple of feet from them and I can see the man clearly drop his eyes to your chest for a not-so-subtle glance. I step beside you and play along, what the hell.

“Well, see, it’s his birthday, and I told him he could have anything he wanted in the world because he hated the shaver I gave him,” she tells us.

“I do not hate it, I do not,” the husband insists, sighing and shaking his head.

“So for twenty dollars, you’d get me off the hook,” the wife finishes. “Twenty dollars, I’ll give you a check!”

“Twenty dollars and a glass of wine for each of us sounds more like a deal,” you say toyingly, and the woman claps her hands in joy.

“Yes, absolutely, that’s all included, come on in,” she says, and swings the wooden door open wider, and you, seeing the opportunity to make your second grand entrance of the night, step over the threshold, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. I always love your spontaneous ideas, especially when they involve scoring us some cash and some liquor. I’m actually wishing I had my swimsuit with me because I wouldn’t mind a dip in that nice pool.

The husband and wife step back to allow us in, introducing themselves. “I’m Sarah and this is my husband Shaw,” she says, touching her chest and then his. She’s in a bikini and he’s in a pair of fairly tight black trunks, and they’re both pretty fit, both of them blonde, way too young escortcapa.com to have the kind of money it took to buy this house, but we can forgive them since they’re so silly. Sarah seems like the classic sorority type, full of energy and deeply tanned, probably liking married life in the ‘burbs but wondering why everyone can’t be a little more fun. Her husband is sandy-haired, stylishly stubbled. We introduce ourselves as Declan and Lilli, mysterious visions of glamour and intrigue. We tell them we’ve been dancing all night and intend to wear these clothes for the rest of our lives.

“These are our friends Muriel and Terry,” Sarah says, gesturing as we approach the pool to the other married couple. They nod and smile, a more subdued pair in their late thirties, maybe even early forties. Muriel is a pleasant-looking, unspectacular woman with a very plain haircut that probably hasn’t been changed since the early nineties, and Terry is about twice her size, looking like he could spin Muriel on his little finger. She’s wearing a conservative polka-dot sundress while he lounges in his deck chair in white trunks. We are the extremes of nighttime wear, tuxes and gowns versus whatever the upper middle class happen to have lying around on the deck of their pool.

“I bought her for Shaw for ten minutes so we can settle this,” Sarah informs them, and Terry laughs heartily while Muriel chuckles modestly, looking a little embarrassed.

“I hope you got fair market value for her,” Terry says.

“Twenty bucks, don’t you think her doing a quick fashion show is worth that for my pervert husband?” Sarah asks, tickling Shaw’s ribs.

“You are unbelievable,” Shaw says. “However many apologies I have in me for this, I’m sure it wouldn’t be enough,” he says to us.

“No need to be sorry,” you tell him. “I’m only too happy to make a marriage stronger. What sort of show shall I give you?” You raise your arms like a ballerina up in the air. I can’t stop myself from looking at the slopes of your breasts, straining against the straps of your gown, wildly erotic. Shaw and Terry can’t stop themselves either. They also notice the slit down the side of your gown and all the wonder it promises to the naked eye.

“Look at that,” Sarah says to Muriel. “You see where their eyes go? I should make Shaw pay me for this.” Muriel only smiles politely, maybe a little uncomfortable around strangers, especially like this. The human body is probably not her most passionate interest in this world; scrapbooking is probably more her speed, being obviously a very well-bred, refined, somewhat shy woman. Funny that she and Sarah are friends.

Sarah claps her hands. “Okay, for twenty dollars, and to shut Shaw up about the awful shaver I got him, and to make his birthday complete—” she begins.

“Okay, the shaver was not good, I’m sorry,” Shaw interrupts, grinning.

“—and to make up for the fact that I’m not ever going to do a threesome with him despite his begging to do it just once—” Sarah goes on, obviously quite drunk.

Terry lets out a “Whoa!’ and leans forward, laughing, and Shaw’s eyes get big as he puts on a look of comical embarrassment. Muriel puts a horrified hand to her mouth.

“—yeah, to make up for all that and to give him a nice birthday, I need you to, um…..do just a small dance beside the pool, that’ll be good.” She turns and lifts a small battery-powered boom box off the deck beside the long lounge chair she and Shaw have settled down on.

“She is so drunk,” Shaw says bashfully, though there’s nothing bashful in the way he’s looking at you when he thinks I’m not noticing. “The whole threesome thing is a total joke from college—“

“Oh, right, a joke, suuuuuuuuuuuure,” Sarah says, fiddling with the buttons on the boom box.

“A small dance, okay, I think I’m up to that, but where’s our money?” you ask, running your hands down your gown, straightening it, smiling.

“I have my checkbook right here,” says Terry, lifting his keys from the table beside him and picking up his wallet. “I’ll make it out to Cash. Sarah, you can pay me back.”

“All right, now we’re talking!” you say, and look up at me and smile. “I hope you’ll be watching too, sweetie.”

“Of course,” I say, and take one of the free deck chairs, crossing my legs, entirely amused now, and more than a little aroused. My spiffy clothes seem to keep me in control somewhat, as if it’s just not terribly dignified to be thinking about naughty things in such finery.

“This is a little bit too decadent for me, I’m afraid,” Muriel titters, and Terry rubs one of her shoulders affectionately.

“Oh, Muriel, this’ll be great, to watch Shaw salivate,” Sarah says, and presses Play on the boom box. A slow Sam Cooke song begins to play: “That’s Heaven to Me”.

“Okay, where do I stand?” you ask, and drop me a little wink. Terry has gotten up and put a glass of wine in your hand. You thank him and give him a nice look, more than aware escortfindikzade.com of where his eyes are directed. You don’t mind a bit. You’re feeling especially flirty after the dancing and the champagne.

“Oh, just get right next to the pool so you’re in the lights, sort of,” Sarah says, pointing. “Okay, honey, take a good look, happy birthday,” she says to Shaw, who’s all eyes and isn’t quite able to keep up the impression that it’s all too silly to watch.

“Well, if it’s what you really want,” Shaw says, and leans back on the lounger a bit.

Ten feet away, you start to sway a bit as you step next to the pool, and in one smooth motion place your wine glass down at your feet beside you. The running lights built into the deck shine on your legs but don’t go much above that, so you’re something of a shadow outlined by the cool blue glow off the water. It’s intoxicating to just look at you as you begin to move, closing your eyes and putting your hands behind your head, running your hands through your hair and smiling contentedly.

“You’re a lucky, lucky man,” Terry says to me.

“Oh, I know it,” I assure him.

The music sinks into you and you turn slowly, moving your hips in time to the languorous music. Sarah and Shaw both look at your tanned lower back, your shapely ass, your legs. I look higher, at the artful slopes of your breasts as your side turns to me. You bend your knees slightly, dipping a bit, and then you raise your hands to the level of your bosom, at your sides, and slink them down your red dress toward your hips. You squeeze your shoulders together, creating a heart-stopping moment of pure, unadulterated cleavage for everyone to see. Shaw whistles and Sarah laughs. Terry claps while his wife pays close attention, amazed and blushing.

“How am I doing, folks?” you inquire as you put a little more hip into your movements.

“Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea,” Shaw says. Sarah leans back against him on the lounger and kisses him once, touching his nose fondly, then resumes watching the show.

“You’re great, you have to teach me sometime,” she says to you.

“All in the legs,” you say, and during the bridge of the song you put your hands on your knees seductively and bend at the waist, giving us all a fantastic view of your chest. “Yikes!” Terry says as his polite wife’s face reddens a bit. You straighten back up and give us a rear view once more, your ass moving very slowly left, then very slowly right, commanding attention. You stoop for a second to pick up your glass of wine and as you sip you rotate once more and look me in the eyes, lapsing into a slow, erotic, whole-body vibe which loosens every part of your body. Beginning at your stomach, your free hand glides across your hips and then down to your thighs, which you squeeze together suggestively. You look at Shaw and Terry in turn, sipping more wine, and then you reach back and undo the clasp that holds your hair up. It spills around your shoulders and you toss your head this way and that, shaking it all out, then, as the song reaches its end, you place one finger into your glass. You remove it and push it into your mouth as you look at everyone one by one, ending with me, winking one more time.

“God, we are really getting our money’s worth!” Sarah says. The others have been hypnotized for the moment, unwilling to spend a single second speaking lest they miss some subtlety of your swaying, some minor motion they want to savor right this minute.

The song fades out entirely and you spread your arms, waiting for applause. We all give it to you, of course, and you laugh and bow gracefully.

Sarah lets the CD run on and looks at you in awe. “If that’s what we get for twenty dollars, maybe we should up it some!” she exclaims.

“Yeah, I’d be willing to go much higher than that for more of a show,” Terry says.

“He’s offered to pay me for something like that before,” Muriel says, surprisingly. “Now I’m sure I’ll get even more offers.”

“True, true,” Terry admits.

“Well,” you say, emptying your wine glass, “let’s hear some offers.”

“I’ll spend exactly how much the shaver was, which was sixty-two dollars, so that’ll make it nice and even for this worthless loser,” Sarah says, poking her husband.

“For fifty, do we get to see some skin?” Terry asks, and Muriel shakes her head disbelievingly.

“Oh yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?” Sarah asks Shaw. “That’ll be a great gift.”

“What sort of woman did I marry, I wonder?” he replies, rubbing her shoulders.

“Skin, huh?” you say to them. “What do you think, Dec?”

“Fifty dollars could upgrade my tux for next week,” I say to you, cocking my eyebrow lasciviously.

“Yeah, but, um, fifty dollars should also buy something for us ladies, me and Muriel, so we want to see you both in your underwear, then you can do one lap around the pool for us.”

The others laugh, but not you. “I think that’s a bargain,” you say, and step over to me, grabbing me by the hand and yanking me up to my feet.

“Keep your checkbook out, Terry,” Sarah says.

“Could I make one small request?” Shaw asks, raising his index finger. “And Sarah will understand this, trust me. Could we maybe….could we maybe have the heels on when you do this?”

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Will Brady was hard at work in his wood shop when the phone rang. It was a warm Thursday afternoon, he had the radio cranked and his belt sander on, so it was a minor miracle he heard his phone ring at all.

Will looked over at his cellphone, it was his mother. He put down his sander, turned off the radio and picked up the call, “hey mom” he greeted his mother.

“Thank god you picked up, this is the third time I’ve called you!” his mother exclaimed.

“I’m working in the shop, what do you expect? Anyway, what’s up?” he asked.

“I need you to prepare dinner for your sisters again, something has gone haywire with the Star Media account and I need to stay late at work,” Will’s mother said.

This wasn’t an unusual request. Ever since his father had passed away 10 years ago, Will had often helped his mother at home. Mary, his mother, had gotten a job in marketing and advertising and had proven to be quite good at her job. It required a lot of travel and uneven hours so Will did his part to help his mother whenever he could.

“Sure thing mom, no problem, should I save something for you?” he asked.

“Don’t bother, I’ll grab something here, don’t wait up,” Mary said.

“Ok, don’t work too hard,” Will added as he and his mother said their goodbyes.

Will was always telling his mother to take it easy, but she didn’t progress quickly at the company because she took it easy.

Will looked at his watch, it was almost five o’clock. He set aside his tools and walked outside; making the short trek into the house he shared with his mother and two sisters.

At 24, Will was a little old to be living at home, but he did have his privacy. He didn’t want to move out and leave his mother and sisters alone when he graduated high school so instead, he moved into the basement apartment the family had previously renovated and rented out. It wasn’t anything great, but it provided privacy, was connected to the house and better yet, free.

Will had opted against going to college after he graduated high school, normally his mother would have been upset, but Mary wasn’t in Will’s case. He was mature beyond his years and the whole family knew he was talented with his hands.

Will worked construction after graduating, then worked for a short time as a mechanic before finding his calling as a carpenter. He had his own wood shop at the house where he made furniture he sold to stores or private clients. It didn’t make him rich but it made him happy and the family wasn’t in dire straits financially due to his fathers life insurance and his mothers job.

Will was the oldest of three kids, at 24 he was four years older than Alexandra, otherwise known as Lexi and six years older than Margaret, otherwise known as Maggie or Daisy.

Will was 6’3 with short brown hair, blue eyes, a slightly hairy chest, a deep voice and big hands. He’d always been a protective big brother to his sisters, who didn’t chafe at the way he’d try to intimidate their male suitors.

Lexi and Daisy liked the attention they got from their brother; they appreciated how he helped raise them and enjoyed how their friends were jealous they had a brother who didn’t annoy them, which was the case for their friends.

Lexi was 5’5 with blonde hair, green eyes, a tight round ass and breasts that made other girls in the neighborhood jealous. She was going to school at a local junior college and working at a nearby restaurant to help cover costs. Her mother was paying for her classes, but she wanted to do her part.

Lexi was the kind of girl who was outgoing and opinionated, who got along better with guys than girls. This often led to men thinking she was into them when she wasn’t. While she had rebelled slightly as a teen, it progressed through her system quickly.

Daisy was named after her grandmother on her mother’s side, who was French and the two shared a nickname. At 5’8 she was taller than her sister but shared her brother’s brown hair and blue eyes. Her breasts weren’t as large as her sister’s but her ass was enough to make traffic stop as she walked down the street.

Daisy was smart but a tad shy and very much a girlie girl. Despite that she enjoyed spending time with her big brother while he worked in his wood shop, watching him make something out of nothing. Not everyone called her Daisy, to earn the right without getting on her shit list you had to be family or a close friend.

Lastly, Mary was a combination of Lexi and Daisy. She had dark brown, almost black hair. She had hazel eyes with plump breasts and a figure she worked hard to keep. Mary was always on the go, working, working out or spending time with her kids.

Will was busy making dinner when his sister’s arrived home, first Daisy then moments later Lexi.

“Mmmmm what smells good?” asked Lexi as she walked into the kitchen. Will smiled as he looked up, “just making mom’s famous lasagna,” he replied.

Lexi leaned up to kiss her brother hello on the cheek, “mom home?” she asked as she sat down at the kitchen table. Daisy walked downstairs kütahya escort from changing out of her school uniform, kissing her brother hello just like her sister did as Will replied. “No, she’s working late again, it will just be the three of us.”

“I wish she didn’t have to work so hard all the time,” Daisy said as she reached into the fridge for a bottle of water.

“It’s almost summer maybe she’ll be able to take some time off,” Will said as he started to make a salad.

“Speaking of summer,” Lexi said as she turned to her sister, “why are you home so late? School is almost done for you!”

Daisy smiled, “I was just working on a couple things for grad is all,” she replied, ever the hard worker.

Both sisters stood up and started to set the table, grabbing veggies from their brother’s salad as they went along. He playfully smacked their hands away as they giggled, “well, this weekend you’re going to relax,” he said, “no sister of mine is starting her summer vacation after graduating high school with bags under her eyes.”

Daisy giggled, “yes sir Mr. Brady” she playfully mocked as she went over to give her big brother another kiss as the three siblings sat down for dinner.

~

The next day was fairly uneventful, Daisy went to school while Lexi and Mary went to work. Will finished up a dresser he had been working on and put a call into his client to say he’d deliver it Saturday morning.

He finished his work in the wood shop in mid-afternoon and decided to relax. He went down to his apartment, put on his swim trunks and decided to go for a swim in the backyard pool. Will was just finishing up his laps when Lexi walked out back.

“I thought I’d find out back here,” she said.

Will looked at his sister, “aren’t you home a little early?”

Lexi made a face, “yeah, the restaurant was slow so Terry (her manager) cut me early, how’s the sun?”

“Just great,” her brother replied.

“I’ll go get my suit on and join you!” she exclaimed, turning around before her brother could even respond.

A few moments later Lexi returned wearing a skimpy bikini. She laid a towel down on a deck chair and pulled up beside her brother.

It was impossible for Will not to notice his sister. Lexi was attractive, hell, she was a knockout and any guy would be lucky to be with her. Just because he was her brother didn’t mean he was blind.

Lexi enjoyed the reaction she got from her brother. She didn’t have any trouble turning heads, but always enjoyed the attention she got from Will. Truth be told she’d always had a (not so) little crush on him and always enjoyed stretching in his presence. She knew if it got a reaction from Will, her outfit was a keeper.

Will tried not to ogle his sister, while he was aware of her beauty, he didn’t lust after her, although it had become more difficult as she evolved from a girl to a woman.

“Could you rub me down?” asked Lexi.

Will snapped out of his mini day dream, “huh?” he asked.

Lexi giggled, handing her brother sun tan lotion, “I don’t want to burn,” she said.

Will grumbled as he stood up, “sometimes I think all I am to you girls is your cabana boy.”

Lexi snorted with laughter, “maybe, but better you rubbing that lotion on me than Brian, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, referencing an old boyfriend.

Will grunted, “that putz, I never knew what you saw in him.”

Lexi laid on her front, smiling to herself as her brother reached over to rub her then gave up and straddled her from above to rub her back.

His hands rubbed her soft skin as Lexi squirmed beneath her brother. Will felt his cock rising slightly and shifted to avoid an embarrassing moment with his sister.

“Brian had his strengths,” Lexi said, thinking about his cock. “Mmmm, but apparently he wasn’t as strong as you,” she said as she felt her brother’s hardening cock against her ass.

Immediately Will’s face flushed red, he stood up, “Lexi! Come on! I’m your brother!”

Lexi giggled again, “I’m just teasing BIG brother.”

Will was about to respond when Daisy walked outside, “I thought I’d find you out here,” she said, unknowingly parroting her sister from before.

Daisy was already in a bikini of her own, her ass swayed sexily back and forth, Will caught himself staring at his sister before looking away.

Daisy walked up to her brother and kissed him hello on the cheek like she always did, “could you oil me up too big brother?” she asked with puppy dog eyes.

Will sighed with exasperation, signaling his defeat, Lexi started to laugh in response as Daisy got in position.

Will didn’t get as close with Daisy as he did with Lexi, but just staring at her body made it difficult to keep his growing erection under control.

Once he was finished he said “there, all done,” and playfully smacked Daisy’s ass, just he always had, out of habit. He immediately regretted it.

Lexi smiled, “how come I didn’t get a smack?” she teased.

Daisy looked up at her brother, manisa escort “how about one more for the road?” she playfully added.

“You two are the worst,” he said as his sister’s laughed.

Will turned away from his sister’s and moved over to the pool, diving in, desperate to rid himself of his erection.

Lexi and Daisy watched their brother swim, and then enjoyed the view as he got out of the pool. Like her older sister Daisy harbored a crush for her big brother, in fact, it was more than a crush, it was a full on fantasy. Still a virgin, she knew who she wanted her first to be.

“Looking good Billy!” his sister’s catcalled, using the nickname only they and their mother used.

Will walked over to his sister’s drying himself off, “you two need a cold shower,” he said before going inside.

That night after the family had dinner they decided to watch a movie. Mary went to bed early, bushed from a long work week, leaving Will with his two voluptuous sister’s.

With a sister curled on either side of him, both in various states of undress, they watched a horror movie, Lexi’s pick.

Will had to admit there were worse ways to spend an evening, even if the women with him were his sister’s. After watching some late night TV the siblings said goodnight. Will watched his sister’s walk upstairs to their rooms, his eyes drawn to their asses once more.

He shook his head as he admonished himself, “what’s wrong with you?” he asked as he walked to his basement apartment, leaving the door that connected his apartment to the house open as he often did.

He sat down on the couch in his apartment, visions of Lexi and Daisy in his head. “What kind of brother thinks about his sister’s this way?” he asked himself.

Unable to go to sleep yet he decided to watch tv, flipping around the channels until he found some soft core porn. Given the state of his cock all afternoon, he put the remote down.

The plot wasn’t much but it would do, in fact, one of the actresses even looked like Lexi. Will thought about changing the channel but his cock was already out and hard.

Will started to stroke his cock slowly; he watched the action on the screen but soon closed his eyes, his mind once again putting images of his sister’s front and centre.

He was too horny to care. Will stroked his cock again and again, squeezing his shaft and playing with himself as he thought of his sister’s.

His head fell back as he stroked his cock and moaned, his sister’s names escaping his lips ever so softly. Lexi first followed by Daisy.

He stroked his cock faster and faster with visions of his sister’s, now nude, running through his head, finally his cock throbbed and exploded.

Will groaned in pleasure, unaware he had a silent witness to his masturbation.

~

The next day started with Will loading up the dresser in his pickup truck and an offer from Daisy to tag along. Mary was going out with friends and Lexi was working another day shift at the restaurant so Daisy didn’t want to be home alone.

Will helped his sister into the cab of his truck, his eyes washing over her body, her legs on full display thanks to her short shorts.

“Thanks for letting me come with you,” she said as they pulled out of the driveway.

Will smiled, “I’m the one who should say thank you, and it’s always more fun with company.”

Daisy smiled and then proceeded to tell her brother about the latest gossip amongst her friends, not caring how interested he was to hear it.

Finally when they were stopped at a red light Daisy looked over at Will, “do you ever get lonely?” she asked.

“Lonely?” Will questioned.

“Yeah… lonely… you know… ” she blushed. “You’re always working or looking after Lex and I.”

Will smirked, “let’s get something straight, I don’t ‘look after’ you and Lexi, neither of you have needed a babysitter for a long time. You two permit me to exist at home peacefully,” he joked.

Daisy smiled and then giggled, “I guess that’s true, but still… “

“I get out,” Will started, “but I also like being with my girls,” he said.

Daisy smiled again, shifting closer to her brother, “good, because I’m not ready to see some skank on your arm.”

Now it was Will’s then to tease, “who has time for skanks when I have you and Lexi.”

Daisy gasped, smiled and then smacked her brother, all in one motion, “you jerk!”

The two laughed then silence filled the truck as Will drove.

“I’m a virgin, you know… ” she said.

“There’s noth-…” Will started before Daisy cut him off. “I know,” she said, “but I want to lose it sometime… soon…” she continued.

“I was just kidding Mags,” Will said.

Daisy smiled, “I know.”

“And I don’t want you to do anything because you feel you have to, do it because you want to.” There was a pause, “I trust you to do whatever you want, just don’t expect me to like the guy with my little sister.”

Daisy smiled and kissed her brother’s cheek, “you’ll always be mardin escort my favorite,” she whispered in his ear.

The drop off went well, the family was ecstatic with the dresser although the father and son had a tough time peeling their eyes away from Daisy.

She did her part to tease, but also happily wrapped her brother’s arm around her and rubbed against him while Will talked to the family before leaving.

~

That night Will drove Daisy over to her friends for a party and throwback school girl type sleep over, barely escaping when the girls teased him to stay.

When he arrived back home Lexi was in the living room watching tv.

“Where’s mom?” he asked.

“She went upstairs for a long bath before bed,” replied Lexi.

“No hot date?” Will lightly teased his sister. “I could ask the same” shot back Lexi.

Will grinned, “who needs dates…”

Lexi smiled, “want to go into the hot tub?”

Will paused for a moment, then nodded, “sure, you go get ready, I’ll turn it on and get us something to drink.”

Lexi squealed and ran upstairs to change.

Will went outside to turn the hot tub on before going down to his apartment to get his swim suit. When he came back he went to the liquor cabinet and got some tequila. Their mother didn’t mind the girls drinking so long as they did it at home, Mary knew youth was guaranteed to rebel, experiment, or both and tequila was a personal favorite of Lexi’s.

When Will walked back outside he found his sister waiting for him, already in the hot tub.

Lexi smiled when she saw the tequila and two glasses, “see? Who needs a date when I’ve got my big brother?”

Will smirked as he got in the hot tub and slid beside his sister, pouring a drink for the both of them.

The siblings let the warm water relax them as they chatted about life, work and the summer ahead. The pair drank more and more tequila before Lexi popped the question, repeating something Daisy had asked earlier, “do you ever get lonely?”

Will smirked, “do you and Daisy compare notes or something? She asked me the same thing earlier.”

Lexi shifted closer to her brother, “what did you tell her?”

Will looked at Lexi, “I told her I get out.”

Lexi snorted and giggled, “when!?!”

Will looked at his sister, “what’s it matter to you?”

Lexi smiled, “can’t a girl care about her big brother?”

Lexi slipped even closer to Will, her body now against his, she straddled his lap.

“Quit fooling around sis,” Will said.

“I’m not playing around Will,” Lexi moaned.

The sexual tension was high in the air. Will knew he should push his sister off his lap but couldn’t find the energy, his cock growing harder by the second.

Lexi felt her brother’s hands slide over her body and moaned softly, she reached over, thrusting her breasts in her brother’s face and poured another drink.

“I get lonely too,” she huffed softly.

“Do you now…” Will groaned as he pulled his sister down harder on his lap, letting her feel his hardon.

Lexi moaned again, lust in her eyes as she bit her lip and nodded.

Lexi took another drink and put the glass down. Her nipples were hard, her heart beating fast as she leaned even closer into her big brother.

Will felt those gorgeous breasts against him and gripped her body even tighter. Lexi pressed down against her brother’s cock then moaned with satisfaction when he finally kissed her.

The two siblings kissed in the hot tub. Will could taste the tequila on her lips as their mutual must boiled over in their embrace.

Lexi felt her brother undo her top as they kissed, his cock getting harder and harder. She reached down and undid his trunks, her hand snaking in to grab his shaft.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yea” she moaned as she grabbed his dick.

Will couldn’t believe what was going on as he kissed his sister, the sensations, the desire, the pure unadulterated lust. It felt so good to kiss her, it felt so good to have her grab his cock, it felt so good to have her body on top of his.

They kissed like long lost lovers when all of a sudden memories of his father and Lexi as a young child flashed in his head. He broke the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” Lexi asked.

“I can’t do this, it’s wrong,” he said.

Lexi smiled, “it doesn’t feel wrong, and little Willy seems to agree with me.”

Will lifted his sister off his lap, “Lexi, you’re insanely hot, I want you, part of me wants to just bend you over this hot tub and fuck you raw but it’s wrong. I’m supposed to look after you, I’m supposed to beat guys up for taking advantage of you, and I’m not supposed to be the one taking advantage.”

With that he stood up and got out of the hot tub, leaving his horny half naked sister alone as he went inside.

15 minutes later Will was downstairs in his apartment, the door connecting him to the house closed when he heard a light knock on his door.

“Will? Can I come in? I want to talk,” asked Lexi.

Will sighed; he had hoped to delay this but should have known better, “come in Lex.”

His sister opened the door and walked down the stairs, she had changed into a tank top and shorts, her breasts bouncing softly as she walked downstairs.

“Can I ask what the hell just happened?” she said as she sat down on his couch.

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