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Jay Gets Juiced at the Gym CH 8 Of Love and Loss

Over the next six months, Stretch and I watched several relationships bloom and mature. In fact, we had a party to celebrate our blissful first year anniversary together. Bear and Sheila were now a couple, and Stretch couldn’t remember any time that Bear seemed happier. Little John was actively dating Steve, a young and very handsome architect.

But the most unusual couple was Juice and George. George, the porn exec that arranged Juice’s porn debut, was now an intimate part of her life. Working under Juice’s talented guidance, George had lost 15 pounds of fat and added five pounds of muscle. He was a work in progress; still short, still bald, but he had a wonderful sense of humor and a warm heart. Juice would kid that she needed to sleep with him to make sure that her porn video rested in an obscure place in the back of some warehouse.

Often, we would get together as an eight-some, to play silly board games, watch movies, or just enjoy each other’s company.

Stretch, or Suzie, as my parents preferred to call her, had her own chair at my family’s table. The first time they met, it took all of 30 minutes for Suzie to endear herself to my father and mother. After the first hour, mom and Suzie were babbling like they had been friends for years. Suzie kept dad entertained with her knowledge of sports, and would have lively debates with him about which team or which player was better. I would sit back and watch her do her magic as she interacted with them. She was never at a loss of words and always had a sincere compliment to pass on. I had so much admiration and so much to learn from this incredible young lady.

At times I was jealous of the smiles that she drew from my parents upon her arrival. With each visit, Suzie would always show up with flowers for mom and a sweet homemade treat for dad. He was a big fan of her chocolate banana bread, as was I.

One quiet evening I was sitting in the living room with dad.

“Dad, how do you know if you found the right person to marry?”

“That’s a tough question, Jay. You never know until years later if you made the right choice, but there are definite clues that lead you to the right decision.”

“Do you miss and think of her when you are apart?”

“Do you feel a special warmth when she is by your side?”

“Can she make you smile, even when you don’t want to?”

“Are you prepared to defend and accept her with all her flaws and annoyances?”

“Do you feel the love you give her, returned tenfold?”

“Jay, I can keep going, but you catch my drift. I take it things are getting serious between you two?”

“Dad, I answered yes to all your questions and 100 more that I asked myself. I want to marry Suzie. I want her to be my wife and have children together.”

“You know Mom and I love Suzie as well, and would be pleased to have her as part of our family.”

“Thanks, Dad, you can start by helping me pick an engagement ring.”

“Your mother can teach you about the four C’s of diamonds and I know a diamond importer that is open on Sunday. We can all go down and see if there is escort bakırköy something you like. Should I tell your mother, or will you?”

“I will tell her later tonight, but with a box of Kleenex, in case the floodgates open.”

“You have that right son!”

I woke up the following morning to the sound of the traffic report on my radio.

“Highway 40 and the Metropolitan are both running smoothly. Decarie North is traffic-free but Decarie South is congested around the Turcot interchange. There is heavy traffic around Atwater and Notre Dame, as there was a gas explosion and fire overnight. And now for the news….”

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed as I scampered out of bed. “That’s where Suzie’s apartment is.”

Dialing her number… No answer.

“Morning Jay, breakfast?”

“Sorry, no time Mom. There is a fire around Suzie’s place, and I need to make sure that she is OK. Her phone is not picking up.”

“Drive safely,” were the last words I heard as I closed the front door.

What was normally a fifteen-minute drive took forty-five. As I approached, I could still see smoke lifting into the air. I parked a block away since getting closer seemed unlikely. As I moved closer, my level of discomfort grew. The smoke appeared to be coming from Suzie’s building.

The area around Suzie’s building was cordoned off by yellow tape. A large crowd surrounded the perimeter watching the firemen manage the last of the small flames. I peered through the crowd looking for familiar faces. Finally, I spotted Little John, Bear, and Sheila.

“Thank goodness. I am so glad to see you guys are safe. I was so worried about you,” as I gave each one a big hug. “Where is Stretch?”

Silence.

I watched as the three pairs of eyes darted back and forth. Sheila’s eyes were red, a Kleenex in her hand. Neither Bear nor Little John could face me directly.

Repeating, “Where is Stretch!” my voice louder and panicked.

Little John was the first to speak. “I got a call from a neighbor a couple of hours ago. I was sleeping over at Steve’s. I called Bear, who was at Sheila’s.”

“So where is Stretch? I don’t see her,” alarm now flowing through my voice.

Bear now spoke, his voice quivering. “Stretch slept at home last night. She was in the building when it blew up. She never got out. She had no chance to survive.”

My knees buckled under me and I would have tumbled to the ground, had Sheila not grabbed me, and lowered me to the cement. My eyes welled up trying to comprehend what I just heard. Then something snapped inside me.

I stood up and looked at the sky and yelled in my loudest voice.

“FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU, GOD.”

“ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING UP THERE?”

“YOU CAN’T BE, OR YOU WOULDN’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO AN ANGEL LIKE SUZIE.”

Bear moved to my side and placed his arms around me. “Jay, you need to calm down.”

“FUCK BEING CALM,” I continued to shout pushing Bear away as if he was a 60-pound child and not a 260-pound man.

I could feel the eyes of every person in the crowd focused on me. But I didn’t care.

Bear wrapped his arms şirinevler escort around me a second time, but this time he would not be brushed away.

I cried into Bear’s shirt for 10 minutes before I was able to calm myself.

“Jay, give me your car keys. Sheila and I will drive you home.”

I sat in the back seat nestled in Sheila’s arms. I felt her fingers toying with my hair, trying to do anything she could do to comfort me.

Bear and Sheila escorted me into my house and were immediately met by mom. I couldn’t look into her eyes as I ran straight into my room. I could hear jumbled voices through the door and knew exactly where they were in the conversation, when I heard mom’s loud and painful shriek.

A few minutes later, I heard mom, knock at my door. “Jay, are you OK?”

“I will be Ok Mom,” my voice still shaking.

Maybe what I said was true. Thinking to myself, ‘Maybe I WILL be OK, but I am NOT OK NOW!’ I was hurting. Every cell in my body felt like it was imploding. The pain was intense. I needed to exorcise the pain inside me.

I opened my desk drawer and took out my Swiss army knife. I ran my finger along the edge of the blade to satisfy myself with its sharpness. I undressed and threw my clothes in the corner, taking a seat on my desk chair. Here I sat naked with a knife in my hand.

In my estranged mind, I could only think that I could rid myself of one pain by creating another pain to replace it. The sun shone brightly through my window on my darkest day, bouncing off the silver coating of the knife’s blade. Holding the knife firmly, I dragged the shape edge across the width of my thigh and watched the white flesh separate into two parts, filling the middle with blood.

I didn’t understand why it didn’t hurt, so I made a second cut parallel to the first one. I grabbed for my gym towel but not before a small pool of blood puddled next to my feet. After the third cut, I realized that this did not provide any relief for the deep hurt I was feeling inside.

I wiped down the blade and closed the knife, pressing the bloodied towel hard against my opened wounds. Although the cutting didn’t seem to help, I took comfort that the three scars would remain, to remind me of Suzie.

The funeral was scheduled for Monday. On Sunday night around three a.m.., I couldn’t sleep. I sat down at my computer to write a farewell to Suzie. It wasn’t a eulogy or a speech. That was for the clergy. It was words that I had to write down for me to say a proper goodbye. I printed the sheet of paper and looked for a metal container and deposited my words.

Monday morning arrived. I barely ate or slept from the time of the accident. I got dressed in the pale blue shirt that Suzie said brought out the blue of my eyes. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see blue. I saw sad, black, tired eyes. As I pulled on my pants, I stopped to reflect on the three parallel lines on the side of my thigh. I felt like crying but held back.

Mom and dad were dressed and waiting for me. Dad was in a well-pressed suit and mom wore a black dress with a black ribbon in her hair. Suzie escort ataköy would have liked the way they looked.

The drive to the cemetery was quiet. No one had meaningful words to say, each one experiencing their own form of grief.

The gravesite was crowded. Bear, Sheila, Little John, Steven, Juice, George, and Harriet from the gym; along with the crew of gym buddies that knew and loved Stretch.

Bear and Little John both stood by my side during the service. I saw the preacher’s lips moving but it was like I put the remote control volume on mute. There was nothing that he could say that I didn’t know. I looked around at the others and accepted their sorrow with gratitude.

At the conclusion, Bear leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“We all loved her, Jay. Differently than you, but it is all our loss.”

“Bear, can you stay a little longer and drive me home. There is something I still need to do.”

“Sure buddy, whatever you need.”

My parents approached and asked if I was ready. I told them to go on ahead, that Bear would be driving me back.

Waiting for everyone to leave, alone, I stood in front of the freshly filled grave and removed the piece of paper from the metal container and read out loud.

“To Suzie, The Love of My Life.”

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.

My soul can reach when feeling out of sight.”

“Suzie, those are not my words but those of Elisabeth Barrett Browning. I chose those words because my words are worthy of your love. My words follow. They might not be as eloquent, but never- the- less, they are spoken from my heart.”

“Suzie,

You are my sun, my moon, my rock, my balance.

You spread your arms and provide me everlasting warmth.

You shed light at night and lead me through dark passages.

You stand in front and behind, always giving me 100% support.

You balance my irrational thoughts and turn them into rational thinking.”

Looking away from my paper, “I remember the first time we met at the gym. I saw you dance across the room, smiling like a little girl with money in her pocket, and the ice cream truck turning the corner. I think I started to love you before our first words were spoken. You had the face of an angel, the mysterious smile of a Cheshire cat, and the eyes to light up any darkened room.”

“You and Juice took care of me when I accidentally overdid it on the special brownies. Boy, did you girls ever take care of me!” I had to smile remembering that night.

“This was the week that I would have proposed to marry you.” Getting down on one knee, “Suzie, will you marry me? Will you share your life with me? Don’t feel rushed to answer. This question is open from now until eternity.”

Looking back down at my notes:

“I don’t know how I can go on without you. You complete me. Now I stand before you an incomplete man because when you died, part on me died with you.”

As I read, tears rolled down onto the page, angry at myself for soiling the paper. I rolled the love letter and placed it back into the tube. I grabbed a shovel and dug a hole in the recently filled gravesite. When satisfied, I placed the metal tube in the hole and covered it back up.

“Goodbye Suzie, my love, my life, my wife, until we met again in heaven.”

Turning and walking back toward the car.

“Bear, time to go home.”

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It was the morning of our arrival at the Empress Hotel in London’s West End. I had agreed to accompany my step-daughter Louise on a business trip which was of major importance to her company and so she faced it with some trepidation. As a consequence, she had taken the unusual step for her of asking for my support during her weekend away.

Louise was a mature woman in her early thirties and had carved a successful career for herself in the banking world. As a professional woman she was always smartly dressed and would usually wear a skirt and blouse teamed with glossy panty hose and high heels. She was stunningly beautiful, with soft auburn hair subtly streaked with blond highlights and limpid brown eyes.

Over the years I had been increasingly attracted to her and had had to suppress my feelings whilst trying to sustain my fatherly role. It was getting very difficult and my desire for her was beginning to dominate my every waking thought.

One thing in particular had become an obsession; her lingerie. Whilst she was still a schoolgirl I had once ventured in to her bedroom and, driven by a frantic lust, had sifted through her underwear drawer and found a soft, light green nylon half slip which I knew she often wore under her school skirt.

As I ran my hands over its silky folds I developed a huge erection and decided to risk masturbating then and there in Louise’s room. I freed my aching cock and proceeded to gently draw the slip back and forth over the sensitive tip. The sensation was exquisite. Before long the pre-cum was leaking in to the nylon and I knew I had passed the point of no return.

Wrapping the nylon folds around my hardness I wanked slowly and steadily, picturing Louise in my mind’s eye dressed only in bra and slip and pumping me with her slim hand. I erupted in to the nylon and called her name as I came, anxious that she might hear me as she watched television downstairs and yet also perhaps half wishing that she could be there with me.

When I had finished, I tidied myself up and took the wet slip with me, secreting it for further use. I never did return it and yet Louise never said anything about it. I was to often wonder if she knew my guilty secret.

And now, nearly twenty years later, I was accompanying Louise in a situation I could only have dreamed of before. We had booked in to the London hotel after some difficulty finding rooms elsewhere. However, all they could offer us at the Empress was one twin room. Louise had done the booking and seemed to accept that we would have to share. In fact she joked that we would have to check in as husband and wife to allay any suspicions.

When we arrived at the check-in desk, I discovered that she had done exactly that. And so, as ‘Mr and Mrs Fletcher’, we made our way up to our room. It was a spacious, if somewhat soulless room, with two neatly made single beds and the usual ensuite facilities. We dumped our cases on one of the beds, looked at each other and burst out laughing.

‘Well, hello, Mr Fletcher’, Louise smiled and then added, with a pretend coyness, ‘I wonder if this is the honeymoon suite?’

I grinned back at her and at the same time my heart leapt a little at this tantalising pretence. Did she know deep down how I felt about her?

With this thought on my mind, I watched as she started to unpack her case and put her clothes in the rather meagre drawers and aksaray escort wardrobe provided. Neither of us spoke for a time and Louise smiled at me as she sorted her clothes.

She had brought what seemed like a large selection of outfits for just one weekend but it was then that I realised with a start that much of what she was putting away was black lingerie. I sat down on the bed next to hers and drank in some of the silken delights that were emerging from the case. She caught my gaze and I reddened with embarrassment.

‘Do you like these, Rick?’ she enquired with a shy smile, ‘I always like to bring my best underwear for posh events like this. And it’s important that my slips, bras and panties match. And of course my favourite colour is black; I think it’s so sexy, don’t you?’

I gulped in acknowledgement and to my acute discomfort realised that I was developing a hard on.

‘Come and have a look,’ she added, ‘I’ve brought with me a half slip, a full slip, two bras and two pairs of panties; all in silky black nylon. And, oh yes, this gorgeous black full slip I ordered from America. It’s quite special as it is double-skirted and also so very soft and sexy against my skin. And I just love the way the two layers of nylon slither together.’

By now, Louise looked quite flushed and excited as she picked up each item in turn and felt their softness. She urged me again to come and look more closely.

‘Come on Rick, don’t be shy; surely you’ve seen lingerie before,’ she chided gently.

I felt rooted to the spot. If I stood up she would immediately see my erection and then there would be no going back.

My lust for my own step-daughter would be revealed after all these years of pretence. It helped slightly of course that to Louise I was always ‘Rick’ rather than ‘Dad’, but it didn’t really ease the sense that somehow this was all wrong and that I was straying in into the forbidden territory of incest.

However, I was becoming so far gone with desire for her that I decided to risk all. I stood up and went towards her, my erection tenting my trousers. Louise’s face flushed even more as she watched me in a mixture of fascination and anxiety.

‘Oh, God, Rick, I didn’t realise you liked my underwear that much,’ she said huskily.

‘Louise, you have no idea how much I have dreamed of a moment like this.’ My voice was barely audible as the truth came spilling out, like a dam bursting.

‘I have fancied you for years; yes, I know, so wrong, but it’s true. And what’s more I have a fetish for your underwear, especially your slips. Years ago, I used to try to look up your school skirt and see your slip and then one day I sneaked into your room and took your sweet light green half slip.’

‘So, that’s where it went!’ Louise interjected, ‘I often wondered. I thought maybe Mum had chucked it out as it was getting rather worn. But she never said. Shame on you, Rick! So what did you do with it, as if I didn’t know!’

‘I masturbated with it,’ I mumbled in reply. ‘You see, it might have been a bit worn, but that’s what made it so soft and silky. I just loved it, because it had your scent on it as well and I tossed myself off with it thinking of you.’

‘And have you still got it?’

‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘I keep it well hidden with my other slips.’

‘Wow, Rick’, Louise chuckled, ‘all these dark secrets amasya escort coming out now! Are you a transvestite then?’

‘Oh God, no,’ I replied, ‘nothing like that. But I do put on my slips when I have enough private time and then masturbate into them whilst looking at pictures of you and imagining you with me, with both of us wearing slips.’

By now my cock was straining for release and my nearness to Louise and her underwear was becoming intoxicating.

Louise was strangely silent for a while and then looked at me searchingly and whispered, ‘Look, Rick, like you I know that this situation is wrong, but we are both mature adults and what we do next is entirely between us and no-one else need ever know.’

She paused and then went on, ‘I want this as much as you. It was so lucky that we got this room together where we can do whatever we want. I don’t have to be at the first meeting until this evening at six o’clock so we’ve got several hours to have some great sex together. Are you up for it?’

She laughed as she looked at my erection and realised the pun.

‘I can see you are,’ she breathed, ‘why don’t you take off my blouse and dress and see what I have for you underneath?’

With trembling fingers I slowly unbuttoned her white blouse and she helped me slide it down her arms. I took in the top half of her beautiful turquoise slip, the bust adorned with exquisite lace and covering her matching bra. She moved closer to me and urged me to unzip her smart black skirt. It slid down her thighs and she stepped out of it, her silky full slip now fully revealed.

‘What do you think, Rick?’ she whispered, ‘I know it’s not black, but it’s one of my favourite slips. Look, why don’t you take off your clothes and then you can feel my slip properly.’

Without any further urging and my head in a whirl of desire, I struggled out of my clothes and stood naked in front of Louise, my cock jutting out, hot and throbbing with the tip purple and leaking pre-cum freely.

‘Oh my God, that’s so hard,’ said Louise, lust colouring her voice.

She reached down and then, taking my cock in her slim pale hand, she brushed it gently up and down against her slip, at the same time kissing me on the lips. I returned the kiss and, as we locked together in increasing passion, Louise manipulated my cock with greater urgency against her slip clad body.

The urge to come was overwhelming and I so much wanted to erupt into her lovely slip. But Louise had other ideas. She stopped the manipulation abruptly and my engorged penis twitched in front of her as if in protest at this denial.

‘The best is yet to come, Rick,’ Louise said, her voice thick with desire. ‘My passion is silky black underwear, as you saw. So let’s enjoy this together. Take off my slip, bra and panties and then dress me in my black full slip and matching black bra and panties. I’ll leave on my glossy stockings and suspender belt. When you’ve done that I want you to put on my other black panties and the black half slip.’

By now I was trembling with passion and frustrated by the denial of my orgasm, but, as Louise had promised, it was indeed getting even better and now beyond what I thought possible. I gently helped her out of her turquoise bra, slip and panties and then gave her the silky black panties.

‘Pull them up for me’, she urged, ‘feel how they antalya escort slither up my legs and thighs over my stockings.’

I willingly complied, pulling the panties up and feeling at the same time the softness of her body, sensing the musky perfume and brushing my face against her breasts, the nipples now hard with desire.

‘Now the bra,’ she whispered, and in an amused tone added, ‘I presume you know how to fasten it.’

I nodded and smiled awkwardly, taking the lovely thing from her bed and gently easing her breasts into the cups and fastening it behind.

‘And now the slip;’ Louise indicated the black full slip which lay next to the double-skirted one, obviously having plans for the latter when we were both dressed for the sex to follow.

Feeling the soft nylon of this wonderful slip, I couldn’t resist the temptation to draw its folds across my aching cock, now so tender and sensitive. I left a trail of pre-cum on the front and Louise chided me;

‘God, Rick, don’t come in to my slip yet, I want you to save all your spunk for later. Put it on me, please, I so want to feel its softness against me….oh please, be quick.’

She sighed as I carefully slid the slip over her head and let it slide over her breasts and thighs. I noticed that she was now gently rubbing her clit through the nylon of her panties and beginning to breathe heavily.

‘And now I’m going to dress you, Rick,’ she said hoarsely, and reached for the other black panties and silky black half slip, which like her full slip had a beautiful deep lace hem with a floral decoration.

I stood rigidly as she drew the panties up and over my throbbing hardness and then the slip followed, whispering over the nylon of the panties. I nearly passed out with the sensation of the silky layers encasing my penis and, as I had done so many times before in my lonely slip wanking, I took my hardness in my hand and started to stroke through the nylon. The pre-cum oozed through freely.

Without a word, Louise took my hand away and motioned me to her bed where we sank down together and kissed.

‘Nylon on nylon, isn’t it so good, Rick,’ Louise breathed in my ear, ‘don’t you just love this magical fabric that drives us so wild?

‘Louise, you know how much I love it,’ I whispered in reply, burying my face in her hair and increasing the nylon friction between us.

I sensed that Louise was reaching for something next to her on the bed and realised it was the double-skirted slip. She pushed me up gently for a moment and slid the slip between us.

‘Feel the slip love now, Rick…..oh God,’ she moaned, ‘so many layers of rich silkiness…so good…’

I was now in a state of ecstasy as my hard cock drove against her through layers of nylon, nylon just waiting to receive the fruits of our lust.

Then came the moment I had dared to anticipate but never for a moment thought could actually happen. Through the staccato panting as Louise approached orgasm I heard her gasp; ‘Panty fuck me now through your nylon, Rick…make me come in nylon heaven…..oh, God, yes!’

In a whirl of slithering silk I pushed up our slips, gently drew Louise’s panties aside and effortlessly inserted my throbbing pantied cock inside her, the nylon easing my passage in and out as I thrust my love for her. We moved in unison with increasing urgency until Louise reached her shattering orgasm, her body bucking wildly against mine. Then came my moment as the floodgates opened and, crying out her name, I shuddered and came, through her panties and in to her secret place.

We lay together in each other’s arms, spent but in total bliss. This was to be the start of a weekend to remember.

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A continuation of Fifteen Minutes of Fame and Fifteen More Minutes of Fame.

*****

The guard didn’t bother to hide her yawn. Non-contact visits tended to be the dullest part of her day; tearful families, hands pressed to either side of the glass partition, a stream of apologies and pleas and I-love-yous and all manner of horseshit. Much better to be stationed in the main visiting room. There, at least, was the occasional fight, or a screaming kid to corral.

Still, the Senator was here today, and her stiff-backed contempt was refreshing. She hadn’t said a word as they escorted her in and settled her in her booth, and she hadn’t yet said a word to the good-looking guy—a little older than her, maybe; formal, but not quite as cold—seated opposite. Not much point in visiting, the guard mused, if all they’re going to do is stare at each other.

Another silent minute passed.

“Dear,” the Senator said at last, her voice tight with anger, “you won’t believe what the kids have been up to lately.”

***

“This was a stupid idea.” Pam’s smile stopped somewhere well below her eyes. “Someone’s going to recognize us.”

I lowered my wineglass. “So what? Nobody’s going to call us out. The staff would throw them out for ruining the atmosphere—and, besides, nobody in this room would admit to watching Springer or knowing the details. All they know is what’s in the papers, and most of that’s not about us. Of all the places to go enjoy a night out, a super-fancy place like this is probably one of the safest.”

“Yeah. But we can’t talk loud enough to actually hear each other—”

“What was that?” Her expression was murderous. “Sorry. Go on.”

“Don’t make fun of me right now, Carl. I know this was my idea, but I really don’t like this. It’s hard to talk, and I hate censoring myself, and it’s stuffy, and this dress—” She plucked at the red silk wrapped around her “— is horrible, and we’re the youngest people here, and I’m just…” Pam shook her head. “I dunno. Just uncomfortable here. This is Mom’s sort of thing, not mine.”

“Hm.” She really did look miserable. “We can go, if you want.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m just whining.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m as unimpressed with the company as you are, aside from you. And you really do look great in that dress.” She rolled her eyes, grabbed her water glass. Wait for it… When she was in mid-swallow, I added “But not as good as you look naked.”

She was quick; most of the water didn’t make it past her napkin, which she had against her mouth in a split-second. But her cough, and her furious expression, drew a few looks from other diners. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Yeah, I know.” I smiled at the predatory glint in her eyes. “Later, though. Not in public.”

“But it would make dinner so much more interesting for everyone.”

“Hey, if pleasing the public is your thing, that’s totally fine. Hell of a lot less controversial than what we’re already doing. But let’s not get ourselves kicked out of a restaurant trying it.”

“Spoilsport.”

“At least not until after we’ve eaten.”

The food was almost worth its exorbitant price, I decided. Small portions, big flavors, and enough wine made the strangest things seem appealing. Everything except for dessert, which was some creatively shaped pile of chocolate covered in a paper-thin layer of something shiny. Shiny and yellow. I poked at it with a spoon, watching it flake apart. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Depends on what you’re thinking of. But yeah, probably.”

“And I thought Goldschlager was pretentious.”

“Welcome to the nouveau riche, dear brother. May your desserts always be covered in precious metal.” Pam waited as a server topped off her wineglass, then clinked it against mine and drained it. “Let’s never come here again.”

“Deal. Wanna go?”

“God yes.” She slid out of her chair, drawing surreptitious looks—and a few blatant ones—from men around the room. The dress really did look spectacular on her. “Coming?”

I dropped some money on the table, probably way more than I needed to, but I didn’t give a shit. Managing cash was something I definitely didn’t miss. “After you.”

We linked arms as we headed for the door, the waitstaff wishing us well as we passed. Pam stopped, glancing down the corridor to the restrooms. “Are you in a hurry to get home?”

“Not really. Go ahead, if you need to.”

“That’s not really what I was asking.” She smirked. “Go bribe the hostess, would you? Get them to put an out-of-order sign on it or something.”

“I thought you didn’t want to attract attention? And won’t that make you look, y’know, whorish?”

Pam rolled her eyes. “You have no sense of style. Be back in a minute.” Giving me a little push towards the bathroom, she walked over to the front desk, hips swaying. I tried to beat down the rising sense of excitement, of sudden nervousness, and let myself into the men’s room.

I took a long look at myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes; I hadn’t slept well urfa escort in a month. Stupid, really. Everything was going amazingly. My life was better than it had at any other point in the past decade. I had more money than I’d ever had, with more on the way soon. Pam and I were in love, or something like it.

“You fucking idiot.” My face glared back at me. “You’ve got everything you wanted and you’re still terrified it’ll just fucking disappear overnight.” It was something I was getting used to telling myself.

“You too, huh?”

I spun, almost slipping on the tile. Pam was closing the door behind her. “We’ve got twenty minutes, but I’m sensing that the mood’s a bit dark right now.”

“Nah, I’m just being stupid. Worried about shit I shouldn’t be worrying about. The usual.”

She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. “Jesus. We’re such fucking failures. We even fail at dealing with success.”

“Hey.” I waited until she opened her eyes, met my gaze. “Question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you have any idea what the fuck is happening anymore?”

“Sure. We’re making ourselves rich. We’re gonna finish our interviews with Roger, and he’s gonna finish the book, and we’re gonna make a shit-ton more money on it. Then we’ll move somewhere that isn’t Crack Alley and… well, we’ll figure that part out when we get there.”

“Glad you’ve got it worked out that far, at least. Might be a bit harder to get there than that, but we can make it work.” I frowned. “We.”

“Got a problem with that?” Pam’s tone was curious, but her face had something accusatory in it.

In three steps, I crossed the bathroom and had my arms around her. “Nope,” I murmured, my head on her shoulder. “Quite the opposite.”

She didn’t say anything, but her arms tightened up on my back.

I still wasn’t happy. Still couldn’t shake that bad feeling. But I was better, for now, at least. And that dress was awfully thin. Could feel almost everything beneath it. That helped, too.

“You know,” she said, sliding a leg between mine, “I gave that bitch an awful lot of money to have this room.”

“And?”

“And we’ve still got plenty of time left. It’d be a shame to waste it.” Her hands slid down my back, moving steadily ass-ward. “I picked the restaurant; your turn to call the shots. What do you want to do?”

I glanced around the room. Nice, well-decorated, and it seemed clean enough, but I didn’t think Pam’d be too keen on lying down on the floor. One place to sit, but no guarantee it’d hold two people—and it didn’t exactly suit the mood, either. Oral was great, but it was also one-sided, and I wanted to feel close right now.

And then I saw the mirror again.

“Here’s an idea,” I said, taking a step back. “Grab the sink. Or the counter, I guess, not the sink itself.”

“Ooh, look at you, Mister Authoritative!” Pam brushed by and stood in front of the sink, her smirk reflected back at me. “Like this, ‘master’?”

“Oh, fuck off. There’s no way you’d be a sub. Way too stuck up for that.” I moved behind her and ran my hands over her sides, feeling her warmth through the thin dress. “Not that it wouldn’t be nice to not be bossed around once in a while.”

“Lost that battle when you were born, kiddo.” Her eyes were closed, the smirk fading into a more relaxed smile as I caressed her. “You’re the younger one. Tough luck.”

“Only a couple years. Hardly relevant.” One hand was under her dress now, and I was trying to undo the fucking second button on my damn suit pants with the other. I pushed, gently, with two fingers, feeling the dampness of her panties. And feeling the panties themselves. “Lace?”

“Couldn’t find the garter to match.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Pamela?”

“Like you need lace to get hard.” She was relaxing, pressing herself against my hand. “You’d be fine fucking in ratty-ass sweats.”

“Oh baby, so hot, et cetera.” Finally had my cock out; I nudged the lace aside and brushed the tip against the hot, slick flesh beneath. Felt her shiver. “A request.”

“You’re in charge. But no anal.”

“I get enough shit from you as it is. Look up.” As I’d hoped, she got it: her eyes found mine in the mirror. “Now stay like that. As long as you can.” And I pushed forward, easing myself into her, savoring the sensation on every fraction of every inch of my cock.

Her lips pressed together, then parted in a sigh. “Best part of the night, right there.”

“It’s still early. We’ve got…” I pulled back slightly, then drove forward up to the hilt. “…A long way to go.”

Pam rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Look at me.” I punctuated the reminder with another long, smooth stroke, one hand on her waist, the other curling around towards the heat between her legs. “I want to watch your face.”

“Creepy motherfffff…” Her jaw clenched as my fingertips found her clit. But her eyes didn’t move.

“Sisterfucker, I think, is more appropriate.” Stroke. Stroke. I tried to relax, to keep sivas escort it slow and deliberate. “Unless there was…” Stroke, and this time I held it, every bit of my length inside of her, pulling her towards me for a long few seconds. “…Deeper meaning to that phrase?”

“One more pun and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Fair enough.” I watched her face—the parted lips, the rhythmic exhalations timed to my thrusts. The momentarily squeezed-shut eyes as I pressed with my fingers. I’d gotten pretty good at reading her lately, but being able to see her from behind like this was uncharted territory. And only about half my attention was on Pam’s expression, anyway. The other half was fighting the instinct to drop all pretense and pound as hard and fast as I could, to give in to pleasure and biology and just thrust until—

I stopped. Caught myself right on the edge. Focused on breathing. In. Out. In…

“Something wrong?”

…Out. “The opposite.” Bit down on my cheek, hard. I tried to save that for important situations; might not be good to convince my brain that mouth pain and orgasms went together. Might make dentist visits easier, though. “Give me a second. You doing okay?”

“I was, until you stopped.” She raised an eyebrow. “Awfully deliberate tonight, aren’t you?”

“Is that code for ‘slow’?” I kept a finger lazily circling her clit; no reason both of us should have to reset. “I thought that was a good thing.”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re keeping an eye on the clock. No bitchy waitresses at home, after all.”

“Well, there’s one, at least.”

“Listen, trashdick, you—”

Her voice cut off, lips jammed against each other, as I started to move again. Not sure how long I’d hold out, but I’d bought myself some time. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I said you’re a literal pile of garbage, a useless—” A sharp inhalation, almost a yelp, as I caught sensitive skin between thumb and forefinger. “Fuck you.” Her breath was ragged, heavy, syncopated against the movements of my hand and dick.

“That’s the plan.” I felt myself speed up. Couldn’t help myself. Sweat was beading down my back and the room was stifling and it was all good, too good. “Ten seconds.”

“Pressure. And faster.”

Familiar phrases, clipped short with mere essentials. She was close, and like hell I was going to finish before she did or I’d never live it down. My fingers dug in, pushing hard on her nub as I picked up the pace of my thrusts, thoughts grasping wildly for something dull, anything that wasn’t the feel of my sister wrapped around my cock and the breaths and groans and other sounds of our exertion and the smell of sex and the sight of her in the mirror, eyes locked on mine, intense, almost in agony in anticipation of—

And Pam stiffened, stretched, her white-knuckled grip on the counter holding her steady as she pushed herself into me, gritted teeth beneath red lips stifling the moan that erupted from somewhere deep inside. Muscles tightened, everything tightened, as the orgasm hit, and I tried to keep up, guiding her through it as best I can.

And she didn’t break eye contact. And I saw the fire in her eyes, the burning that drives her, and it was more than I could take.

I lasted another second, maybe, before I lost it, hands clutching feverishly as my cock thrusted as deep as it could, spasms of pleasure shaking me as I fired off inside of her. Of Pam. My Pam.

We panted, together, as we waited for the aftershocks to cease.

At last, they did.

“That was…” She stopped. Swallowed, eyes closed. Caught her breath. “Okay. I have to say. That was pretty fucking weird.”

“Thought it might be romantic. Or something. I dunno.” Not exactly my wittiest, post-coital.

Pam slid away from me, disengaging herself from my softening cock. “That much eye contact? More rapey than romantic, I’d say.”

Ow. And not the joking, playful-banter ow. “Well, excuse me for experimenting. Nothing but sixty-second missionary from now on, like a good by-the-book Protestant.”

She turned, grabbed my collar, pulled me into a savage kiss. “Still hot, though,” she whispered, an inch from my face. “Let’s try it again sometime, in a place that doesn’t smell like piss and air freshener.”

“What, sixty-second missionary?”

“Don’t tempt me, smartass.” She gave me a gentle push, then turned back to the mirror to un-muss her hair. “Next time, I get to call the shots. And you’ve not seen everything in my toy box yet.”

“The ‘no anal’ clause goes both ways, I think.” There was no hiding what we’d done, and I didn’t much care to try, so I just made sure nothing was hanging out and led the way out of the bathroom. “Beyond that, I’m willing to negotiate.”

“Aww, and I had a strap-on picked out and everything. You sure you don’t want to meet Mister Twisty?”

“Can we table this discussion until we’re in a cab, at least?”

Pam waved at the hostess, whose mask of professionalism cracked just enough to reveal the disgust underneath. tekirdağ escort “Please. A hundred bucks says half of the old fucks eating here have gimp suits and latex masks in their closets.” Her smile turned wolfish, and her hand found mine. “And it’s not like we’re ever getting a reservation here again. Shall we go, my dear brother?”

I brought her hand up to my lips. “After you, sister of mine.” We’d put enough emphasis on those words that they carried back into the main dining room. A conversation or two stuttered to a halt, and I grinned. “What happens when we run out of restaurants?”

“We buy a new house somewhere else, of course.”

“Of course. You’re always so sensible.”

“Damn right I am.”

***

Not until halfway through Attack of the Giant Leeches—a particularly shitty film, even by the standards of our usual Friday booze-and-bad-movie nights—did my mind finish chewing over my doubts and spit out an answer.

“Serious question.” I muted the TV; now I’d never find out what giant-tits said to husband’s-friend-who’s-gonna-fuck-her, because I sure as hell wasn’t sitting through this thing again. No real loss.

“One sec.” Pam spun, pulling her still silk-wrapped legs off of my lap, then tilted back and drained her glass, which she’d filled maybe two minutes ago. “‘Kay. Go ahead.”

“Mom’s finished, at least for a while. Career’s done, legal sex offender, political hypocrite, all that jazz. Done with public life, thanks to us.”

“Yup. High-five.”

I shook my head, but couldn’t leave her hanging. “Fine. And you and I are set, for now. The advance pays the rent; if the book does half as well as Roger says, working’s optional. Maybe no flashy sports cars, but enough to live on.”

“That all seems right on track so far.”

“So. We won. Now, what, we retire? At twenty-something?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Might be.” I paused, tried to get my thoughts in order. “Mom was driving us forward, right? We had a goal. It got things out of stasis. Moved things, brought us somewhere. And now there’s nothing there to keep that momentum.”

“Getting awfully existential there. Been reading Nietzsche under the covers at night? Reliving your teenage angst?”

“Please, Pam. Just one actual, serious conversation. Minimal bitchiness from both of us.”

“That was minimal bitchiness.”

“Look. What I’m trying to say is that Mom brought us here, and now she’s out of the picture. So where do we go?”

The expected retort didn’t come. She was frowning at the ice cubes in her glass. “There’s two things there, I think, and you’re trying not to talk about one of them.” A pause to gauge my reaction; I guess my face said more than I thought it did, as she pushed on. “First, the cunt made change happen, and that’s good, but that doesn’t mean change has to stop. If this isn’t your thing, then go back to school or whatever, or, I don’t fucking know, go spend time picking up dogshit at the animal shelter. It’s not like the only thing worth living for is fucking over other people.”

“Strange, hearing you say that.”

“Now who’s being bitchy? I’m not vindictive and spiteful every second of the day—just around you.” Her smirk only lingered for a second. “But that’s the other half of what’s eating you, yeah? The whole ‘us’ thing. Specifically, the fact that ‘us’ came from Mom in more ways than one.”

“Basically.”

“And now the thing that got us here together is gone, there’s no reason for us to be here together?”

My chuckle sounded forced, even to me. Probably because it was. “Sounds pretty fuckin’ shallow when you say it like that.”

“And I don’t think you believe it for an instant. If you did, it’d be a lot less funny for me to call you dickless.”

“Ah.”

“Because you wouldn’t have a dick.”

“Right.”

“Because I’d have ripped—”

“Yes, I get the picture, thank you.”

Pam reached for the bottle, tipped a little more into both glasses. “Here’s the way I see it. And you’re free to disagree, even though I know I’m right and you’re deluded.”

“Kind of you.”

“One: the reason we started spending time together was because of Mom. And the reason we started throwing shit in her, and her god’s, face was obviously because of her too. But the key word there is ‘started.’ We could’ve fucked once, done the show, and moved on.”

I faked a sneeze. At her glance, I shrugged. “Allergic to bullshit.”

“If you’re gonna rip off movie lines, at least pick ones that aren’t literally horse jizz. And, anyway, that’s my point. You can’t imagine doing that, right?”

No deliberation, no need to think about it at all. “Nope.”

“Right. Mom was the catalyst and we’re the parts keeping it going. She started the reaction, or maybe she just sped things up; after that, it’s all been on us. Basic chemistry.”

“Chemistry?”

“I did more than just beat up bullies in high school.”

“News to me.”

“Anyway. Two: we’ve got more in common than a shared hatred of the bitch-queen of the universe. Like this.” She gestured towards the low-budget explosions on screen. “Like laughing at stuff that isn’t funny. Like the shit we had to put up with growing up.”

“Bad movies and a bunch of shared family crap. There are worse things to build on, I guess.”

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The gallery had not opened for the day. The artist, Alexander was his name, though he preferred people refer to him as Alex, tall, with a shaven head, stood looking out over the amazing view of the river valley the gallery and studio was situated next to in the small coastal town. He shifted his gaze to the parking area and noted the white BMW pull in and the most amazing redhead step out.

She had a tall, full figure and awesome full breasts that filled her bra cup nicely. She walked purposely across the parking, heading for the gallery and smiled almost knowingly to herself, ducking her head into the slight misty rain that was falling.

She climbed the few steps to the entrance doorway and entered the gallery premises. She walked through to the central display area passing through the entrance lobby quickly and looked around for the only other person who she knew was waiting for her. Alex saw Gabriella enter and held back from rushing to meet her so as to cover his excitement and growing eagerness to be with her.

Gabriella walked a little faster to hug and greeted the tall handsome Alex warmly, reaching up to kiss him as she said a sparkly “Hello, lover…” her deep husky voice sending shivers down to Alex’s cock that was already a little swollen and growing by the second.

“I have your bracelet you left behind in the ladies on Friday, Gabriella. So glad you called to let me know where it was, it made it so easy to find.” Alex said, trying to sound professional.

“Come now, Alex, yesterday we were strangers, today we have had lots of IM chats about what we already know we escort bayan bakırköy want. You want me and I want you. What more is there to discuss?” Gabriella was direct

It was true, they had had a lot of messaging back and forth all day. So often he had been on the verge of taking himself off to the bathroom and jerking off, to relieve the tension.

She removed her scarf and jacket and dropped them with her handbag onto a bench, then moved closer to Alex. She reached up and around his neck and kissed him full on the lips, their tongues automatically beginning to play with each other. Alex, in turn, reached around and pulled her to him, squeezing her against his hard on and eliciting a small moan of anticipation from Gabriella.

Their kiss, burning them in a fire so soon, very quickly had Alex slipping his hand between them and he began to unfasten her belt, while he manoeuvred Gabriella backwards into the back room of the gallery where there was a countertop he had earlier cleared of all items.

“I will make sure the next time we are more comfortable, I promise.” He grunted.

It was all a bit frantic and hasty, but by the time they reached the counter, Gabriella’s pants and panties were around one ankle, and Alex had found her pussy with his fingers and felt the moisture there. He slipped a finger inside her and she moaned, “Oh GOD that feels so fucking good.”

She ripped at his belt and unbuttoned his jeans then forced them down over his hips, and revealed his enormous cock. Gabriella groaned excitedly, “Oh what a fine one escort halkalı you have!” and held it gently and reverently. She threw her arms around him again and pulled him to her, closing the gap between cock and pussy and almost driving him inside her with that move.

She was sitting on the counter top now, legs spread wide and Alex sank down onto his knees and buried his face in between her luscious legs, tongue snaking out and seeking the wet warmth that she had been teasing him with all day.

Gabriella threw her head back and moaned, “Oh my god that is good. Mmmmm… god!”

Alex stood up and embraced her again, kissing her, letting her suck his lips and tongue. He pushed his hands up under the top she had on, and pulled her bra down under her boobs, those gorgeous boobs he had noted from her walk across the parking.

He lifted her blouse and revealed the gorgeous orbs to the open air, and lowered his head down to begin sucking on her superb nipples, and she again emitted a low growling sound of appreciation. She threw one hand around the back of Alex’s head and drew him to her, so as to ensure that he would not stop doing that, it was so pleasurable.

“Fuck me, Alex, Fuck me now!” she ordered.

Alex pressed his cock forward against her pussy opening and it slipped effortlessly inside because she was so wet and receptive. “Oh, GOD, that feels so good, and you’re so wet! This is amazing, I am going to cum so quickly!” Alex said.

Gabriella was almost speechless as she was fast approaching her own orgasm and very quickly they were both escort bayan ataköy twitching and grinding against each other. Gabriella grabbed onto Alex and held him kissing him softly, sucking his lips and goatee beard, sticking her tongue into his mouth and he responding by doing the same.

“I have to tell you, that was the best I have had in a long time,” Gabriella said as she rearranged all her clothes, “You know this will be a regular thing now…?”

“I was hoping it might become that.” Alex smiled, “I enjoyed that so much, too.”

Gabriella was now dressed and she picked up her bag, put the “missing” bracelet into a pocket in her handbag and then lifted her pert little nose up to Alex and kissed him again before turning and walking to the door of the club.

“Hold it!” Alex called, “When are we going to repeat this?”

“You didn’t think that this one episode was going to satisfy me, did you?” Gabriella retorted. “We’ll just have to check our schedules, and make the necessary arrangements.”

“Say, what do you think of me doing a nude painting of you sometime…?”

“I think that would be an amazing experience…” Gabriella mused. “Let me think about it. I’ll let you know soon.”

She stepped out into the rain and ran to her car, slid inside and drove off. Alex stood watching her go, already feeling a little heat in his groin developing in anticipation for the next time. And she was gone out the parking lot.

Beep! Beep! His cell phone indicated a message a few seconds later.

‘I can still feel you inside me, Stud!’ she said.

‘Stop texting while you’re driving and watch the road, please.’ He replied.

‘I can’t stop thinking how good you are, you’re simply superb.’

‘Thank you. Now stop texting.’

The phone thankfully stayed silent this time. Better clean up, he thought, gallery opens in a few minutes for the evening viewing session.

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The day at the beach turned out better than I had expected. My wife Beth was back from her conference, early, and apparently in a good mood. Even our daughter noticed the change, no longer being hounded about sun-screen or time in the sun.

I was a bit mentally checked out, having just masturbated for my daughter in the tall grass. And, frankly, I had to put the blame on Sarah.

She asked me for money.

She bought a tanning suit.

She wore it in front of me.

She let her boobs slip out.

She went into the water and created a see through nightmare.

She bought the tanning oil.

She complained about our door being locked at night.

She accepted the offer to let me put on tanning oil for leaving our door unlocked.

She had larger breasts than her mom.

The list could go on and on. I rationalized, examonized, and justified from all angles. Sarah seemed completely unbothered by the experience. But I kept watching my wife, wondering if she noticed anything different about me. Like, did she notice that I had enjoyed our daughter?

We left the beach late in the afternoon. Beth had brought lunch, so we had a nice family picnic. Sarah wanted to stop and shop, and Beth was feeling generous, so we went to the mall and walked around. While we were alone, Beth let me know why she had been so stressed.

“I gave my presentation today. I’m sorry I’ve been so bitchy, I just get so nervous when I have to talk in front of so many people.”

I didn’t even know she was giving a presentation.

“Wow, honey. You never even said anything about it. What was it about.”

She went on to talk about language development in children, things I really didn’t pay much attention to. I was jus glad to know that the cold shoulder would be hopefully going away. That days would be less aggravating, that Sarah would be spared her mom’s bickering, and my nights with Beth might be a bit more of what a horny husband would hope for.

After a couple of hours of walking through the mall, Sarah and her mom each had a couple bags of things I’m sure they desperately needed. It was like any other day at the mall, and I almost thought that entire beach experience might have been a dream. But, when Beth slipped into the bathroom, just before leaving, Sarah gave me a coy smile.

“So, are you going to get mom the suit?”

The tanning suit. The one I sarcastically said I was going to buy for Beth. The one that led to my bargain with Sarah. Putting on tanning oil, which led to slipping off her suit, which led to more things a father should not do to his daughter.

“I…didn’t see one here…”

Sarah smiled, clearly not buying it.

“Well, it still has to be unlocked…”

I shrugged and smiled, pretending to have no clue what she was referring to.

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

Sarah stuck out her tongue. Beth saw, walking back from the bathroom.

“What’s that all about?”

Sarah looked at me, smiling, letting me know she knew that I knew she had I secret that I didn’t want her mom to know about.

“Dad just said he didn’t like my suit.”

My eyes flinched at the word. Sarah grinned at my reaction. Beth just moved us along.

“Well, maybe you and dad can get a new one before you go the beach tomorrow. Yours isn’t quite appropriate for Florida beaches.”

I had news for her. The alternative suit was much less appropriate.

Dinner at the hotel was, well, dinner at the hotel. We ended up having it in our rooms, all three of us on the bed, watching the latest Mission Impossible release. I’m not even sure what the movie was about, spacing out, catching my daughter smile out of the corner of her mouth any time I glanced at her. We had all changed into our pajamas, trying to relax and wind down from the day. It was not working.

Sarah and I were each counting down the hours. The minutes. The seconds. Sarah was clearly excited, I was clearly nervous. Was I really going to let Sarah peek on her mom and I having sex, if we did even end up having it? What sounded like a funny little joke on the beach had turned me into a big, dirty dad.

By the time the movie ended, it was a little after 9pm. Sarah gave a big stretch and yawn. Her shirt pulled tight against her chest and Sarah knew it. She was reminding me of her breasts, what I did to them, what she expected from me. Sarah gave her mom a peck on the cheek, came over to me, looked at me purposefully, and kissed my cheek. Sarah walked to her adjoining room and slowly closed her door.

I listened. She did not lock it. The game was on. Beth got up and walked over to the curtains, drawing them tight. Turning on the fan. She looked around the room, assessing it for privacy, walking to the double doors that led to Sarah’s room. Closing the door that remained open. She looked at me, sultry, knowing that it was now just the two of us.

“So…what should we do now?”

Beth looked at me with a knowing grin. I remained silent, still contemplating afyon escort my agreement with Sarah. Beth climbed up to the bed, crawling towards me in her pink flannel pajamas. I looked at her flowing blonde hair, thinking of how lucky Sarah was to take after her mom’s beauty. The soft pale skin. The dark blue eyes. The fair, angelic skin.

“I can think of one…maybe two things…”

Beth kissed me gently, kneeling over me, eyes smiling.

“Just one…or two…?”

She felt my penis, finding it raging hard. As my excitement grew throughout the evening, so did my erection.

“I found something I might like to do…”

Beth gave my penis a soft, loving squeeze. She got back off of the bed, slowly walking back to the doors. She locked it, tested it, and gave me a coy smile as she turned off the light to the room. The bathroom light spilled out, shining on her.

“And it doesn’t involve our daughter…”

She entered the bathroom and shut the door. I listened as the water was turned on, letting me know that she was cleaning herself, primping herself for what was about to happen. It was her usual five minute prep for a sexual foray. I looked at the door.

Having Sarah half naked before me, on the beach, made rational thought nearly impossible for me. Hell, she was 99 percent naked with that suit on. What difference did the extra 1% make? But, here, in a barely lit room, with soft light creeping in around the curtains, I was able to quietly, rationally contemplate. The water had turned off. Time was running out.

Fuck it. Who was I kidding? My raging erection fooled certainly not me. I was as excited for Sarah’s potential leering eyes on us as I was when my eyes were on her. I may have tried to feel like I was in a moral dilemma, but my morals had a very cheap price. $40, the cost of Sarah’s tanning suit.

Beth was running the blowdryer, her last little personal fluff, so it was now or never. I zipped out of bed, light on my feet, and quietly turned unlocked the door. I paused, wondering if Sarah might just instantly run in and hide under the covers, but nothing happened. The blow dryer turned off, so I jumped back into bed.

Light streamed out from the bathroom as the door opened. Beth turned off the main light, but the soft glow of a nightlight remained, dimming as she closed the door to a crack. Beth was never a lights on girl in the bedroom, and the faint glow was all I would be getting tonight. But, as my eyes adjusted, it was sufficient. I made her out as she approached.

The blow drying did the job. Here hair was full and straight, hanging several inches below her shoulder. It almost floated around her. Beth’s pajamas remained, but she had unbuttoned her front so that her cleavage could be seen. Nothing pornographic. A very subtle, sexual display.

“I’ve got a little something I bought today…”

Beth said it in a teasing tone, standing at the top of the bed. Her blue eye looked at me, inviting, and her mouth puckered in a sucking motion, looking sexual. The pajama’s hung loose and straight around her soft, but still shapely 40 something body. Her daughter was hot for a reason. The apple almost looked to be still on the tree.

“Ohhh…I hope it is a real little something…?”

I played along. Clearly, it was going to be something I liked. Something that she knew I would like. Beth crawled onto bed, walking on all fours up to me. Our eyes locked, smiling at each other, playing the little game of Beth’s. The sexual game of 20 questions.

“Do you know what it is…?”

I licked my lips, mouth dry and excited. My eyes were on my wife, lying before me, but they were seeing the door to our room softly open a crack.

“Is it bigger than a shoe box…?”

Beth gave me my punishment for a wrong guess. She traced my lips with her tongue, eyes wide and deep. I could smell the fresh dose of perfume, decorating Beth with a soft floral scent. Tongue on her lips, she backed away. The door was clearly cracked a couple of inches.

“Much smaller…”

I leaned forward and kissed her, softly, keeping her focus on me. If I could see the cracked door, so could she. I wanted to yell across the room to Sarah that it was too much. Be more discreet.

“Is it for me…?”

Her hand found my erection, rubbing it softly through the fabric as she punished me again. This time, her tongue slipped into my mouth, darting across my teeth. The door was opening wider. I held Beth’s head, afraid she might notice. My punishment was over.

“No…but yes…”

She squeezed my erection, telling me it was time for another guess. The door was now open at least six inches. What the hell was Sarah doing? There was no way her mom wouldn’t notice. Fuck! I was going to be killed if Beth turned around. I had to keep the game going forever.

“Is it…a new computer…”

Beth smiled, pinching my erection to let me know I was wrong, punishing me for a poor guess. I didn’t care what she did, aydın escort as long as she didn’t turn to notice the door that was now peeking open. I forced my eyes not to look as my brain screamed at Sarah for her stupidity.

“No…that’s bigger than a breadbox…”

Beth was wiggling her ass, kneeling into my face. Eye’s trying to draw an answer from me. Time seemed to stop with the open door. I kissed her, wanting to force her eyes closed so I could wave a hand at Sarah to close the door. Beth didn’t let me.

“Not with such a bad guess…mister…”

I had to stop playing with fear and start playing with passion. Beth could always end things at a moments notice, for the slightest thing. It had happened many times before, as it happened just last night. I wasn’t going to let that happen again with an open door to our daughters room. Thank god the fan from the window was on, hiding any subtle noises.

“Is it…something I can see…?”

I tried to be as soft and sexy with my voice as possible. Two bad answers in a row would be a wrong move. Beth leaned forward, licking my nose, sliding down to my mouth, pressing her lips into mine. My hands held her hair, trying to keep her tongue pressing into mine. She forced herself away.

“No…not yet…”

The door remained open, inviting Beth to turn around. Maybe it seemed like just a crack to Sarah, but it seemed like an open barn door to me. I locked my eyes on her chest, her body, anything to let her know she was my focus.

“Is it…something you’re wearing…”

Beth’s eyes glowed at the response, letting me know I was clearly on the right track. She rubbed her hands into my sides, leaning in as she licked my ear. I instinctively closed my eyes at the move, rolling my head into hers. She spoke softly.

“Yes…I am…”

Beth leaned back. She slowly unbuttoned the soft pink top, keeping it closed as she did so. My eyes watched each finger effortlessly move over the buttons, preparing herself for the big reveal. I felt my erection grow. Beth could feel it grow, sitting on it gently.

“Ohhh…somebody else wants to guess…”

Beth slid off of me and lay on her side, gently playing with my penis through my pajama’s. She looked up at me, open mouthed, and ran her tongue along the side of my erection while holding it. Then, she leaned her ear against it, pretending to listen.

“Wow…what a good guess…that’s right…”

Beth licked my erection, wetting my fabric, letting it slide into her mouth. Fuck, it was starting to feel good. I closed my eyes, letting my wife start the sexual foreplay. Forget the door. If Sarah gets herself in trouble, let her.

Beth stopped her slow mimic of a blow job. She slid her body up along my stomach, butt in the air, and pushed me into the head board that I was propped up against. We kissed, passionate, knowing that as soon as her little gift made an appearance, the foreplay would quickly move into sex play. Beth seemed ready for it, leaning back. She saw my eyes, not on her, and turned around.

“It’s locked…you’re safe…Sarah won’t walk in on daddy playing with mommy…”

The door was closed. Shut tight. Sarah must have either gotten herself off already, or realized what an idiot she was being. Thank god for that. Beth turned back to look at me, smiling deviously.

“But, she might be listening…do you think she can hear us…?”

Beth moved forward, kissing me, not waiting for an answer. She moaned excessively loud, as though trying to give Sarah something to listen to, exaggerating the noises. My erection throbbed at the imagery, pushing into Beth’s thigh. She pulled back, thankfully smiling wryly at my non-verbal response.

“Then we better be quiet…”

Beth looked at me with a knowing smile, sharing a mutual secret that neither one of us acknowledged. She was slightly turned on by the fact that, perhaps, our daughter was on the other side of the door. Thinking of her own child hood, knowing her own past transgressions. And I was turned on by the fact that our daughter actually as on the other side of the door, listening, having just peeked at our activities. I was ready for my present.

“So…can I see…”

Beth’s eyes lit up. She wanted me to see. To be sexually aroused by her. To want her. Leaning back, Beth held her chest high and proud, clutching at the unbuttoned top. Her tongue rested on her lower lip, herself excited with what was about to happen.

“So, I thought my might like…”

Beth slowly opened the top of her shirt, exposing the middle of her motherly chest. A chest that, once large and firm from pregnancy, was now large and soft from motherhood. I still loved the size and shape of her nipples, the swell of her chest, and the forbidden pleasure of watching her rub them in the shower. But, as with all woman over 40, the better years of her breasts were behind her.

“…something like…”

Still, as Beth opened her shirt, I was immediately shocked at the restored ağrı escort firmness that seemed to have returned to her breasts. The football swell had been restored, creating a higher and larger cleavage. The white virginal skin glistened in the new ways it was being stretched, almost back to her younger days. Large, dark nipples pointed forward with purpose instead of dragging towards the ground.

“…this.”

Beth was wearing a bra that had no coverage of the breasts, merely a black lace support. Her boobs were being held up, practically thrust up into position, letting all of the milky fat return to its original glory. My eyes gave Beth the answer she so eagerly awaited.

“They look good, don’t they…”

I leaned forward, looking closer. Not one stray black hair floated around her nipple. I could tell that she shaved them as all of the little blonde hairs seemed to be gone as well. Beth had carefully and meticulously prepared her breasts for the show. I could even smell a hint of the lotion that she apparently rubbed onto them in the bathroom, wanting them to glisten. I pushed my hands into them, feeling the chest of the once nursing mother.

“Oh, honey…they look so good…”

I began kissing them. Running my tongue over them. Smelling her skin, her nakedness, her exposure. Circling her areolas, licking the bleached white skin that was exposed on the underside. Beth’s nipples were rock hard, female erections that showed her incredible excitement. I smothered one, sucking on her, nursing.

“God, Peter…oh…jeeze…”

I flicked her hard nub with my tongue, moving to the neighboring breast, and repeated the pattern. Cupping her breast with my hand, holding it in place even though the black lacy bra was doing the same. I looked up at her face, finding her eyes locked on mine as I suckled. My hands moved to her back, pulling her breast further into my mouth.

“Your tongue…on my nipples…feels so…good…”

I opened my mouth and showed her my manipulations, flicking the tip, circling the deep red skin full of small ridges and pores. Beth ran her tongue over her lips, nostrils flaring, and eyes pulsing. I kneaded her ass behind the heavy fabric of her pajamas, feeling the soft flesh mold to my hands. I backed away, wanting to see Beth’s chest again.

“Wow…it’s almost like a boob job, but better…”

Beth was leaning back, letting her tits stand proud with the sheen of my saliva. She ran her own hands into her breasts, gently cupping them, dragging her thumbs over her nipples.

“I think I might wear it to the beach…”

I smiled.

“You do, there won’t be a soft dick anywhere…they look huge…”

Beth had positioned herself sideways on the bed. She was looking at her profile in the mirror, letting her chest stand proud in all of its glory. Her chest was almost the size and shape of Sarah’s. It was an amazing transformation.

“God, there almost like Sarah’s…”

I looked at her face, shocked at the comparison I was also just making. To acknowledge her statement in any way, to agree, would be an admission of noticing our daughter had large breasts. Which she did. Which, as a father, I should know. Perhaps not as well as I did, but, christ. There was not response I could offer. Beth turned to look at me, knowing I had a response, but seeing I was not providing it.

“Oh, come on…don’t pretend you haven’t noticed…”

I stared blankly. Beth, the over 40 woman, was taking pleasure in a make believe return to being 18. Sarah was apparently just a reference point for her. For me, it was a sexual point. I looked at Sarah’s breasts and wanted to molest them. Beth looked at Sarah’s breasts and respected them.

“I’ve noticed nothing…”

Beth was pushing me down, pinning me, pretending to force the answer out of me.

“Oh…so you haven’t noticed that Sarah’s has…”

Now, it was Beth’s turn to stumble. Here we were, rolling around in bed, and she makes a reference to her daughter’s boobs. That was her mistake, not mine. She seemed to realize it as I looked down at her tits, now hanging wildly beneath her. I rolled her over.

“You mean…that Sarah has…what…”

I moved in to kiss Beth’s chest, inhaling her nipple, looking up at her face. Beth smiled back as I made fun of her topic of conversation in the middle of our alone time. I remembered the word Sarah used, telling me how her mom described them.

“..banana tits…”

Beth laughed slightly at the funny description, one she apparently used frequently enough with Sarah that she was accustomed to it. Beth responded matter of factly.

“Well…she does…”

I leaned back, looking at Beth’s chest. She had paused her wiggling now that my hand had loosened. Beth was happy to let me look at her chest, thinking of herself as the firm teenage girl. My tone was softening.

“…with puffy nipples…”

Beth’s body lay still, feeling my hands move around the base of her breast. Finding one of her erogenous zones. Rubbing it softly.

“…and they’re so firm…”

My fingers pressed into Beth’s chest, watching the shape move with my probings. Beth let herself be manipulated, as if lying in her parents basement for the first time, being explored.

“…they do look like Sarah’s…”

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Hello! I wrote the second part of this story in the view of me. I thought that switching it up might have made the story a bit more clear. Everyone in the story is older than 18 in all parts. Please tell me what you think or leave any feedback, thank you very much!

Yours truly,

Melanie

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I opened my eyes and looked into the darkness. I heard the soft breathing of my brother, Eddie, and my sister, Katelynn. I was still touched by the warmth of my brother’s naked body. It wasn’t much though because Kate likes being wrapped up in the covers. I woke up because as I was rolling over and my body touched the cold wall. The covers weren’t really on me, they were more on Kate’s side of the bed. I let out a cold shiver. I wiggled myself under the covers and wrapped my thighs tightly around my brother’s right leg. My vagina was pressed against it and it made me feel excited again. He wasn’t awake so I decided not to do anything sexual to him. I wrapped my arm around his upper body and put my head right up against his. Every time I cuddle with Eddie, it gives me the most safe feeling in the world.

I had a really messed up feeling now. My world was shaking and I didn’t have control over my feelings. I couldn’t believe that I had sex with my brother twice in the same night. It was really amazing and I loved every single second of it but the pleasure was shattering my world for a little while. I guess it was because I had sex with someone who has taken care of me all of my life. Things would never be the same again but they would be a bit better now that I have a closer relationship with my brother. Thoughts flew through my head but I didn’t care because I found one of my desires and that’s all that mattered.

Without even knowing, I was dead asleep like before. I was dreaming. Katelynn was walking in the woods with me. She was wearing a tank top, short black shorts, and red sandals. I was wearing a bikini and black flip flops. The sunlight glazed through the treetops faintly and made everything a dark haze. Every thing was shaded from the trees but there was the little bit of sunlight peeking through. I loved Katelynn so much, for many, many years of my life. Countless times I have tried to tell her how I felt about her and I could never pull myself together to say it. Even though it was May, it was pretty hot outside. May isn’t really a warm month for the part we live in of Canada.

Well, what can I say about Kate? She’s really a sweetheart because of her personality. Maybe it’s because the things I’ve experienced, she’s gone through already. She looks out for me a lot and I really like that because it’s like having a guardian angel at your side. Kate and I share a lot of interests. We love watching horror and drama movies together. We’re both not really into those romantic movies. We think they’re all the same and have the same dull storyline. We laugh about it because a lot of girls love romance movies. She likes the same food that I do but we do part ways now and then. For example, she likes chocolate chip cookies. I like them too, well who doesn’t? But they have to be really soft and warm for me to enjoy them. She thinks it’s funny that I don’t like crunchy cookies.

Kate and I aren’t exactly alike but a handful people can basically see us as the same people but in different bodies. That’s for the outside world that everyone lives in. Overall she’s a really sweet girl that I care about deeply. I also had sexual feelings for her. It all started with a simple smile she gave me. We were having a staring contest in the kitchen and that’s when I first studied the characteristics of her eyes. They were a really nice green and they really lead the path to her soul. Looking into her eyes was a whole new experience for me even though I’ve looked into her eyes countless times before. Her lips looked really soft and squishy. Her cheeks looked nice and fleshy. These features on her face made me really excited.

I’ve never ever kissed her before, I’ve hugged her and felt her breasts squish up against mine but that was it. I have never looked at females in a sexual way. I usually watch Kate when she changes because we share a room. I’ve looked at her bare legs and bare back but that’s it. I have gotten glimpses of Kate’s breasts when she bends over and when she crouches. I also enjoy looking down the back of her pants, it makes me quite excited.

People always told me incest is wrong and it’s disgusting. There’s no right or wrong there for me because Kate is a very wonderful and charming girl and I am comfortable with myself about having sexual feelings for her. I don’t think she’s disgusting because she’s really got a pretty face and a sexy looking body. Who is one to tell me my feelings, right? My feelings are every thing for me.

We walked down the trail in the shade. It was really nice, the atmosphere was really quiet and there was no loud noises around us.

“God it’s nice down here, Melanie, thanks for walking with me.” Kate said to me.

“You’re welcome Kate, I enjoy doing things with you van escort because you’re the best.” I said. I’m a really big suck up to my sister.

Kate smiled at me and put her arm around my neck. She felt very warm.

“I love you, Kate.” I said.

“Hehehe, I love you too, sweetie.” She told me.

I really wanted to tell her how I really felt about her but I was really scared to because I didn’t want to see her react negatively. The look of her breasts made my vagina sore. I wanted to put my hand down there to satisfy it but it would’ve been a really awkward moment. Her short shorts formed deep in her bum, it looked so sexy. I put my hand around her lower back and tried to find a chance at touching her bum. Sadly, one never came. We walked over to a large grassy field, it looked beautiful!

“Kate, I think you’re very pretty.” I said while giving her a red face.

“Awww, thank you, Melanie, you’re very cute yourself.”

“No, I mean, I really think you’re pretty, in another way.”

Kate blushed and smiled at me. I was a little irritated that she didn’t catch on to what I was trying to do. I was really, really anxious. My feelings took complete control over me and it just fell out.

“Kate? I have something to tell you…” I said.

“Yes? What is it, sweetie?”

“I think I’m in deep love with you, I love you more than a sister…” I stuttered.

Kate looked right into my eyes. I looked into hers and I really tried to make myself have the most wanting eyes for that moment.

“Oh dear…are you serious?” I heard her say in a soft tone.

I felt her hand run through my hair and touch my shoulder softly. I looked over into the field because I felt like shedding a few tears. It wasn’t because I was sad, it was because I was very nervous and I actually said what I wanted to say to her. The sun made my face really hot. I had no idea what touched me on the cheek at first, it felt like a touch of warm water. I looked over at her. Her face was so red and she had this very embarrassed smile.

“Did you just kiss me?” I asked.

“I sure did, cutie.” She responded.

Those words hit me like bullets.

“Come! Sit down in the grass with me.” She said.

She walked a bit further in the field and sat down. She moved downwards so her back was on the grass and her knees were arched. She put her arm out and I set myself down right next to her. She put her left leg over top of mine and rubbed my arm.

“Melanie…do you think anyone has ever seen this place?” She asked.

“I…don’t know, I don’t think anyone has, we walked pretty far away from the cabin.” I said.

“This place is really beautiful, I think.”

“I think so too, Kate. I love the forest around the field because it’s so peaceful. No airplanes, cars, nothing.”

“I couldn’t agree more, my little sister.” As Kate said that, she kissed the top of my head.

“Melanie? What do you like about me? Tell me everything, cutie pie.”

“As in what?” I asked.

“Everything that you love about me. Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.”

“Well, Kate…Your hair is really nice, it’s soft and the way you wear it is really cute. You’re pretty green eyes are the base of your character, they cannot describe anyone else but you. For your body, I really like your legs because they look so nice in jeans and shorts. Your stomach is also really cute. I haven’t seen anything above your stomach but you are an athlete and I’m sure that it looks even better. Most of all though, I love your personality, the way you talk to me is the most touching thing I can ever feel from a voice.” I said.

“Wow, really? Tell me more, sweetie!” She said happily.

“Well…I love how your bum looks. It’s really sexy and inviting. Like today, it forms right in between of your bum and it’s like the biggest turn on for me. Even sometimes when you bend over, I can see part of it and it really excites me. Another part I like about you is your shoulders. I love how you wear tank tops and how it completely exposes your shoulders and arms. Lastly though…I love you’re breasts, they look extremely cute in the tops you wear. I’ve only got a couple of glimpses down your shirt but from what I’ve seen, they look really soft and squishy.” I said and then giggled.

“Wow, Melanie, you really think so? That means so much to me, sweetie. I just…I love you so much Melanie, I’ll tell you what I like about you.”

“Okay!” I said with a big smile. I hoped she would say some good things about me.

“Well…I’ll start with your pretty brown eyes, they’re just so deep and cute. They’re like, so caring and loving. Your hair is so cute, it fits you so nicely. I also love how you can’t tell that it’s dark brown, it looks like it’s black most of the time and that’s so hot for me. I love black hair. You also have to cutest smile in the world, you can make anyone go ‘awww’. You make me all do that a lot of the time but I do it in my head.” She smiled.

I had an exciting smile on my face as she talked to me.

“You have such a cute yalova escort bum, even though it’s small, your jeans manage to form around it and turn me on. I love when you crouch too because I can stare down the back of your pants. The same with you’re breasts, even though they aren’t really that big, they’re still very perky and cute through the tops you wear. Don’t let anyone get you down because of your size Melanie. You’re a very pretty young athletic girl. You mean the world to me.”

“Oh my god…Kate…I love you so much…” I said.

“I love you so much, too, cutie.” She said back.

I gazed into Kate’s eyes. Slowly, but surely, I moved my head centimeters closer to her. Her eyes closed slowly as mine did and our lips touched. Hers were very soft and wet. She sucked on my lips pretty hard. Eventually she started kissing them faster and faster. Intense pleasure swam around my entire body. The tingles of my sister’s kisses really threw me out of my senses. She continued to peck at my lips and rub our cheeks together. She moaned very quietly as our wet lips touched. Again, she rubbed her cheek onto mine and I took the chance of licking her.

I tilted my head down to her neck and slid my tongue out of my mouth. Her skin was really smooth and inviting. I moved my tongue slowly across her neck. I moved my tongue all the way up to her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled at me while blushing. I put my lips on hers and pushed my tongue out of my mouth into hers. My tongue connected with her lips. Her lips gladly allowed my tongue to slide into her mouth and feel her warm saliva. Her tongue was very soft and warm as it slithered around freely into my mouth.

I inched myself on top of Kate. Our legs rubbed together. Hers were damp and warm and that turned me on so much. Kate put her arms on my shoulder blades and moved downwards to untie my top. I smiled at her as her firm hands touched my bare back. My top fell loosely onto hers. My breasts were completely exposed to her eyes.

“Mmm, wow, Melanie, do they ever look perky and oh my, so pretty.”

I blushed so hard as she said that to me.

“Can I suck on them, my little sweetheart?” She asked.

“You sure can, Kate.” I said.

I moved my body up closer to her face. I felt Kate’s wet mouth sucking on my left nipple. More intense pleasure shot through my body and the most pleasure shot into my vagina. My body jolted as I felt the force of her lips sucking on my nipple. I put my hand down to my crotch and started rubbing at a past pace. My bikini bottom was really damp from being turned on.

“Melanie, don’t masturbate! That’s what I’m supposed to do!” Kate said and then laughed.

“Kate, please do me, I really want you to lick and finger me, please!” I begged. I really, really wanted Kate at this moment.

“Pull ’em off and relax for an orgasm, cutie!” Kate said.

My heart filled with joy. I couldn’t believe my sister was going to lick my vagina! My eyes overflowed with delight as Kate smiled. I rolled off of Kate and lay on my back in the grassy field. Kate put my top next to me and moved over to my feet. I pulled down my bikini bottom down to my knees. Kate pulled them off the rest of the way. I spread my legs wide apart and Kate crawled forward to my crotch. I could see down her top and god, her breasts looked beautiful. Kate licked my inner thigh which made me sensitive and ticklish.

“Melanie, I can see your cute pink pussy! Can I lick it?”

“Stop teasing me!”

Kate laughed and gave me an air kiss. Her tongue touched the outside of my right pussy lip and then lashed off all the way to the right. Pleasure burst into me and I shuddered. She slid her tongue between my two fleshy pussy lips and started going in an up and down motion. I felt her warm, wet tongue swish in the smooth walls of my vagina. My breathing became more consistent and heavy. Pleasure shot all around me.

Kate started licking faster and faster. I was forced to arch myself up using my arms because Kate was really nailing my favourite spots. I looked past Kate’s silky hair and looked at her bottom. Her tight shorts formed deep into her bum. I could feel juices leaking out of the inner parts of my pussy. I wanted to feel Kate’s bum so bad! I wished she would’ve taken her clothes off because this was a really big tease.

The pressure built up inside of me. I was like a balloon nearing its popping point. Kate slid her index and middle fingers deep inside of my dripping pussy. Her fingers slid in and out as she licked erotically. I was moaning very softly. It literally sounded like I was crying very passionately. Kate didn’t stop what she was doing, she kept on sliding her fingers in and out and kept her tongue swishing. I was extremely close to cumming on my sister!

I took a deep breath in and then it hit. My world was shattered with extreme pleasure and the sky got all blurry. Waves of pleasure swam through my entire body. My vagina was spurting wet, sticky sex juices all over the place. I was awake again, I looked down at Kate.

“Oh çorlu escort my god, honey, you taste so sweet!”

“My goodness, Kate…I can’t believe how amazing that felt. Can I return the favour to you?”

“You know I wouldn’t let you go if you didn’t.” She smiled.

Kate crawled up next to me and put her lips right on mine. Hers vibrated on mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I let my tongue slide it’s way across hers to lick her inner cheek. She moaned and pulled herself away and pulled her top off along with her bra. Her breasts had to be almost twice the size of mine! They looked so soft and squishy and her nipples were hard like candy. I inched myself over on top of her and started playing with them.

“Haha! I thought you’d do that!” Kate said.

I smiled joyfully and squeezed her soft breasts. They were really warm and damp. Kate was smiling as I explored her squishy boobs. Kate turned over onto her stomach and formed herself into a doggy-style position. I looked at her beautiful bum. I slid down her shorts and panties down to her knees. There it was! Her sexy bum and pink vagina. I put my hands on her butt and squeezed. Next, I moved my right index finger over to her bum hole and firmly placed it on there. I moved my face down to Kate’s pussy and started licking at her really hard.

Kate’s pussy was wet. My tongue slithered around the soft fleshy walls and welcomed her sex juices. Her vagina was really smooth and she tasted very sweet. Kate was moaning like a little girl, I loved it so much! I took my left hand off of her bottom and slid two fingers deep into Kate’s wet puddle. Kate let out a moan of relief as I did that. Her shiny back was a pleasant sight to see because it showed the natural side of my sister.

I tongue screwed Kate as best I could. I’ve never licked a girl before Kate, I tried doing my best inside of her because she pleased me so well. She was breathing really heavy and her moans soared into the open field. Kate was nearing her orgasm at a fast pace. I licked and fingered her as fast and hard as I could and then I heard it. The sounds of Kate’s scratched out moans and the juices of her pussy flowing into my mouth made me know Kate was cumming. I slowed my pace down by a whole lot. I pulled out my fingers and started licking her very slowly but passionately.

I could feel her vagina pulsing with pleasure around my tongue, it tasted amazing and soothed my tongue. I licked up all the wet liquids that came out of her but left a mess of my own saliva. I’m sure she liked it because when she rubbed herself and got a bit of my saliva, she smiled as she licked her hand. I crawled over to Kate. She hugged me and pulled our wet bodies together.

“Melanie, sweetheart, that was amazing. Have you done that before?”

“No…you liked it?”

“Loved it, cutie. There’s something I want to tell you, Melanie.”

“Yes, Kate? What is it?” I asked pleadingly.

“I want you to know that—-“

I woke up in the bed. Damn! What was she going to say to me? My mind went totally blank. That dream felt so damn real too! I was in the same position against my brother. I went down to rub my crotch just for a second and it was drenched in my warm juices. ‘Oh shit’ I thought to myself. My dream made me the wettest I’d ever been. The memory of being in the giant forest really pleased me. The atmosphere soothed my mind so well like no other. The warm sunlight gleaming through the trees and the comfort of the field. I haven’t thought about that memory for weeks!

Gosh it was really warm under the covers. It was really, really inviting and comfortable, I hoped no one wanted to move for a long time. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness but I wanted to make love to my brother and sister again. I started kissing my brother’s neck really softly and I started to rub my vagina against his leg. After a good fifteen seconds of making love to his neck with my mouth, his mouth found mine and we started kissing. His lips were very soft as he gently kissed me. Breathing through my nose got too hard so I had to pull my mouth away from his. I breathed over his face really hard and climbed on top of him.

“Eddie, lets have sex again.” I whispered.

Without an answer he shuffled around quietly. My vagina rested on his stomach. He moved himself up slowly and touched my vagina with his cock. I let it slide right into me and it sure felt good when being extremely turned on and being very wet. It slid in very smoothly because my vagina was very slippery. I leaned forward and put my upper body on Eddies and then started to lick his lips. I started to go up and down on my brother’s really hard cock and it slid in and out very fluidly. My vagina pulsed intensely every time my brother’s cock made it’s way in.

Each breath became shorter and shorter just like my brother’s did. We were breathing heavily in each other’s mouths, it was an amazing feeling. I wasn’t going down on him too hard because I didn’t want to wake up Kate. She loves sleeping and doesn’t like being bothered. My brother’s cock felt so smooth inside of my pussy and I was really getting close to cumming on his cock. I was flaring up as I fucked my brother, it was really hot under the blankets. Kate was turned away from us and wasn’t up against Eddie like I was so that was a bonus on not waking her up.

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As he stood up next to the sand dune where they’d left their towels, Luke watched as Kate emerged from the water. Holding the towel in front of him, he used it to dry himself off; letting it at the same time hide the raging erection pushing out the front of his boardies [#board shorts].

Luke had been content to get out of the water and let himself dry while they waited for Karen and Greg to come back from their morning run along the beach. But Kate had wanted to finish with a couple of sprint laps along the section of beach where she and Greg had traditionally swam for their surf training.

Playing and frolicking in the water with Kate had raised Luke’s manhood to an unyielding, cock-splitting hardness. It had been aching and throbbing with desire. Had it not been for the possibility of Karen and Greg suddenly appearing, he would have tried to take her in the water.

There was a reason, in her own subtle, flirtatious, feminine way, that Kate had made sure that Luke’s boner was teased up to the point of exploding. Kate had wanted him to take her; there in the water where they’d been frolicking. She shared none of Luke’s inhibition about being caught in the act by Greg and Karen. Short of pulling his pants down and sticking his cock into hers, there wasn’t much more she could have done to give him the message. And the only reason she didn’t do that was because she wanted to make sure he was a willing participant.

In fact it’s likely that somewhere in the complex relationship Kate had with Greg there may have actually been a desire to be caught. Not to make Greg jealous; because she knew Greg harboured no sexual ambitions towards her. As her friend he’d comfortably stood by her for many years as she went out and got herself laid by every guy who took her fancy.

In part Kate was experiencing a prolonged period of heightened arousal – sexual and emotional -from the anticipation of her reunion with her friends with her first ever true love interest in tow. She’d been feeling it ever since they packed their back in Canberra to return to her home town for the summer break. With the long drive and late night arrival, there’d been little opportunity for any release from it since.

But if you really pushed you might just have managed to extract from her a guilty confession that she would have liked to have flaunted her own sexual performance in front of Greg. Karen and Greg hadn’t set out to put on any public displays when they’d unleashed their passions all through last summer in the gully behind where Luke now stood and just occasionally in the water where they’d been playing. It was a quiet, rarely used, part of the beach. But Karen was a noisy love-maker and Kate had been thrown temporarily off balance by the torrid affair her previously virginal friend and security blanket had suddenly become immersed in. She’d hung around where she wasn’t expected and heard and seen things not intended for her.

As she got to know and like Karen better, that had resolved itself and she’d found a new equilibrium. But the simple fact was, the complexity of Kate’s emotional life that her parent’s messy divorce and her subsequent adoption of Greg as a comforter, surrogate brother, best friend and maybe even father substitute, had left her with a more nuanced sexual attitude towards Greg.

Now Luke watched as Kate glided towards him with all the poise and natural style of a catwalk bikini model. She displayed an attractive confidence that belied the complexity of her inner emotional life. Nearly everyone took her at face value because that’s what she wanted; a woman in complete control of her own sexuality, able to wrap men around her little finger with little more than a smile and a good cleavage display. Only Greg, and maybe more recently Karen, really understood her.

Even Luke, her recently acquired boyfriend and love interest, only had the most superficial insight into the more complex Kate. And he, at this moment, was transfixed by the sight approaching him.

Tall and beautifully proportioned, Kate oozed the fitness and strength of the surf lifesaving iron woman competitor she was. As she walked her muscles rippled under that clear light olive skin. The only thing even slightly wobbling were her breasts. Those beautiful perky orbs that bounced ever so classily up and down with each step; drawing out the tethers of the strings of her bikini top and releasing them again.

Her long surf blonde hair draped in strands over her shoulder; stuck to her skin in its wetness.

The water was dripping off her. It ran off the tip of the hard fully raised nipples pushing out the thin translucent material of her too small bikini top. It ran out of her crotch as it trickled down her torso, through her pants and ever so teasing down her leg. Luke thought that if only he could collect that water he’d drink it; salt and all.

Her tight little low slung bikini pants clung to her mons, divided itself into a camel toe and could be seen stretching bakırköy escort bayan and contracting to accommodate every movement through her crotch as she walked. It his vivid male fantasy imagination, Luke pictured it tickling up her clit with each step.

She was smiling at him in the most endearing, compelling way. Her bright blue eyes were large round circles of seductive joy and happiness. Luke didn’t doubt that she knew full well he was simply perving at her as she approached. Kate knew guys. But she also seemed to forgive their more harmless weaknesses and accepted that admiring the female form was one of them.

Indeed, the way she normally dressed almost demanded that guys perve at her and encouraged that subtle feeling of a stirring in their loins that inevitably caused. She also understood the danger that could put her in with a guy who didn’t want to play by the rules. Luke had noticed how Kate judged the time and location of her flaunting herself with an eye to risk. Like some security crazed politician, she’d even never jogged the same route when she went for her afternoon run; least some guy got obsessed with her sexy outfits and set an ambush for her.

And Luke knew that, now he was on the scene, Kate used him for additional protection.

But the good thing was that Kate knew the difference between perving and objectification and to the extent there was a fuzzy dividing line between the two, gave the latter a minimalist role.

As a younger lad he’d had a serious crush on the model Kate Upton. As Miss Upton got older, got a little more solid, supposedly developed a more precious reputation and eventually faded from everyday view, that crush had dissolved. But from the time he first met her, Luke had felt that this Kate was like a younger, improved version of Ms Upton. The same cherubic face and smile. The same womanly figure but without the padding that suggested a fallen glory in her mature years. This Kate’s hair was a natural blonde with eyebrows and body hair to match.

And most important of all, Luke’s Kate had a personality that gave reality to the playfulness that Miss Upton projected to a camera, whatever the reality behind Miss Upton might be.

The first time Luke had made love to this Kate, it was like his teenage fantasy had come true.

Of course, there was a lot more to Kate than that. She was intelligent, but also had a directness of manner that sometimes left Luke standing open mouthed. There were times that was great for getting around an awkward moment or breaking the ice – she wasn’t scared to call a fuck a fuck – but at other times he was left wondering if you could really say that. Once Luke realised that anything she said was completely devoid of malevolence and often tinged with a wicked sense of humour then it almost became endearing, but he could see not everyone else got her.

By the time she reached him Luke’s attempt at subduing his erection had failed and reversed itself. He’d felt it fill out and swell again, the tip projecting a full two inches over the top of his boardies. It felt hard, it felt nice, it yearned to be used, to find the warm embrace of Kate’s womanhood. But Luke knew it would have to wait. Karen and Greg were due any time. Hidden around a projecting sand-dune, as Kate would have it, they were even now pounding their way towards the appointed rendezvous. Evidently, Karen and Greg were nothing if not punctual.

As they sat on their towels to dry, Luke focused once again on getting his erection back under control. Even as Kate innocently swayed her wet, barely covered, nipple projecting breasts right under his nose as they chatted, he tried not to look.

For Kate, the absence of Greg and Karen from her life since last summer, as they went to Universities in different towns, had left a big hole that meeting Luke had only started to help fill. They were friends of the most special kind; especially Greg. Explaining to Luke how important they were to her had been almost impossible as much as he listened and tried to understand.

Luke had seen and overheard Kate interact with them on Facebook. But even the most excited, animated conversation conveys only so much.

He had been trying really hard to look up at Kate’s mouth as she spoke instead of down at her breasts, where the golden brown colour of her projecting nipples was showing fairly clearly through the translucency of the wet material plastered to them. So, looking up and across Kate’s face, it was he who spotted them first; a pair of runners emerging from around a sand dune that projected out across the beach about 150 metres away.

Pointing in their direction, Luke enquired if that was them. The only reply he got was an ear shattering scream as Kate stood up and started running towards them; squealing all the way with her arms outstretched.

Uncertain as to what he should do, Luke stood up and started to follow Kate at a walking pace, taking the escort esenyurt chance to study these people who were so important to the girl he had come to love.

Perhaps understandably, his gaze fell first on Karen. Kate had described her appearance in such glowing terms that Luke has actually been looking forward to get an eye full of her. For Kate to say another girl is much pettier that her is really setting a high bar; even if Luke suspected it would really come down to a question of taste.

The first thing he noticed, even from a distance, was that Karen’s bikini tastes were the same as Kate’s. She was wearing a string tie bikini with a slightly undersized top and a minimalist pair of pants; the only difference being Karen’s pants had string tie sides too. How often he’d dreamed that Kate’s bikini pants would fall away with the pull of a string.

The girl he saw was a bit taller but slimmer than Kate. Not in a malnourished sort of way; just built on a lighter frame. Her breasts were smaller; maybe a B cup. They suited her frame, indeed looked impressive on it, but lacked that capacity to bury yourself in them that Kate’s had. The hair that streamed in the wind behind her as she ran was the same sort of surf bleached blonde that Kate’s was, although her complexion was a darker shade of olive than Kate’s much lighter one.

Luke had always hoped he wasn’t alone in judging even an action movie in part by the quality of the eye candy female lead. This girl reminded him of someone and he scanned his memory of his favourite starlets to think who. While there were a lot of slim, tall, perky breasted young things around at the moment, most seemed to carry a bit more padding and have a little less muscle tone than this girl. And yet he knew she was a ringer for someone who had caught his attention lately. When the answer occurred to him it was more out of field left; the model Paige Butcher who he’d been reading an article about the previous week. Karen’s red bikini was even similar to the one Paige had been pictured in for the article.

Still, Luke couldn’t agree with Kate. Karen was a stunner, there was no doubt about that. But he thought Kate much the prettier.

Greg had the same lean figure as his girlfriend; taller and slimmer than Luke with a well sculptured body.

As Kate reached them she collected them both in her outstretched arms, bundling the three of them into a tight huddle. Luke watched as Kate spoke animatedly with them, frequently breaking the flow of conversation to plant a kiss on the cheek of one or other of them. Just when Luke thought the exuberance of the greeting had died down, when Kate was simply standing taking to them, stretching her arms out to have a hand on each of their outside shoulders, Kate halted.

Then suddenly she turned and embraced Karen. This was no girlie, air kiss embrace. Kate had her wrapped up, one arm drawing their chests together, the other around her bum, pulling her crotch tightly against Kate’s. Then she held her there in a long moment of silent contemplation with their chins across each other’s shoulder before planting a prolonged kiss on her cheek. Watching them in profile as he still approach; noticing how their breasts interlocked and bikini bottoms merged tightly together, Luke found it rather hot. Like some sort of male fantasy.

Luke wondered if she’d do the same to Greg and, if so, what effect it would have on him.

It wasn’t long before he found out. Breaking away from Karen, Kate put a hand on each of Greg’s shoulders, contemplating him at arm’s length. Then without warning, she threw herself at him; cat leaping up and wrapping her legs around his hips as her arms bundled his head against her chest. Greg staggered and nearly fell backwards; only just managing to keep his balance. Automatically he’d put his hands under her bum cheeks to support her weight, having little time to think about positioning or placement.

Now Luke had the sight of Greg’s fingers pushing Kate’s bikini bottoms deeply into her bum crack, like he was anally fingering her; pulling her pants half way down in the process and exposing a long line of exposed bottom. Rationally Luke knew it was just the way Kate had landed on him. He knew Kate didn’t tolerate any anal play, so nothing was really happening. Still he felt a pain of jealously.

That wasn’t helped by the fact that Greg had been a bit aroused by Kate’s initial intimate embrace of him. Now as she rocked back and forwards on him, that arousal became complete; an erection pushing a fold of the material of his racing brief swimwear up over the waistband where it seemed to contact Kate’s crotch. As she rocked back and forwards, his erection bent under the weight and straightened up again, making it pretty clear it was banging against her womanhood. All the while his face was buried in the folds of her bosom where, for all Luke knew, a dislodged exposed nipple might be brushing his cheek; or sitting on his lips.

Then ataköy escort bayan bending down and into his face, Kate held the back of Greg’s head as she gave him a prolonged kiss on the lips.

Luke had been warned that Greg had been a friend of Kate’s since childhood; her best and most important friend in the world. Probably as a way of subtly reassuring Luke about the lack of real threat Greg posed to their relationship, she’d also revealed to Luke that both Karen and Greg had been virgins when they got together last year at the age of 20; the message being that there had been nothing physical between Kate and Greg. Still, Luke felt somewhat uncomfortable with what he was watching, even as his own manhood filled out to a full erection from the action as it played out.

Finally Kate dismounted, unavoidably dragging Greg’s erection down so she was momentarily straddling it between her legs. Luke watched as the tip emerged out the back of her legs, then bisected the cheeks of her bottom and through the centre of her crotch until it was released. It left Kate with the waist band of her pants pulled down to the extent of almost full exposure, a fold of material pushed deeply back up into her front and back creases and the leg hems loose enough Luke could see the lips of her labia exposed.

Ignoring her pants and, apart from casually readjusting a triangle of the top to tuck a nipple back in, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Kate then introduced Luke to Karen. Karen reached around his shoulders and pulled Luke into her, close enough for him to feel the hardness of her nipples pushing into his chest while he fought to minimise her feel of the erection in his pants against her stomach. For a long moment she just held him, then she kissed him on the cheek; something Luke awkwardly reciprocated.

Then Kate formally introduced Greg; who gave him a man hug; each of them being careful not to let their erections come into contact.

What Luke couldn’t know was that, recognising the overboard exuberance and sexuality of Kate’s greeting, both Karen and Greg had themselves been much more tactile than normal in their greeting of Luke; as if by way of reassurance to him that he shouldn’t read too much into it. Karen was well aware of the overt physicality of the way she hugged Luke. She knew her nipples were up as a result of the breeze blowing across her sweat soaked top and were pushed hard into Luke’s naked chest. She didn’t even seek to avoid contact with the erection she could see loitered in his pants. It wasn’t normally how she greeted a relative stranger. Nor was Greg all that much of a man hugger in normal circumstances; but each felt something was called for.

But the reality was, Kate was too excited to over analyse things like the way she’d greeted Greg. In her mind, the advantage of Greg having a girlfriend and she at last a boyfriend, was that the potential for playful sexual contact between them to be misinterpreted as a come on was gone and with it the inhibitions that followed. After all, while Karen looked on at the end of last summer, she’d danced naked in full body contact with Greg at Zoe’s party and glimpsed Greg making out with Karen out in the lake there. What’s more they’d watched from behind a tree as she’d got herself laid by her date for the night. It was that sort of party.

Then there’d been the threesome Karen had organised between the three of them; which Kate knew would be the one and only time she’d actually get to have sex with Greg.

So enjoying a few sneaked bounces of his cock against her womanhood as she’d greeted him was, in her mind, nothing really. As for the dismount. Well, that was pure accident. She hadn’t really thought about the fact that as she dismounted, his erection would have no-where else to go except between her legs. A quick and innocent thrill for both of them was all she saw in it.

Luke noticed Kate had at least readjusted her pants while he was being greeted by the other two. For about ten minutes they stood around chatting; the normal animated small talk of friends who hadn’t seen each other for a long while and were at the end of a long drive.

Then Karen announced that, after their long run on what had become a fairly muggy morning, she really needed a dip in the ocean. She wondered if they’d excuse Greg and herself while they freshened up. Kate indicated they wait for them back by the gully, and took Luke’s hand to lead him back to where they were sitting as Karen and Greg headed down to the water.

When they got back to their towels, Kate didn’t stop. Instead, with her free hand she bent down, scooped up the towels, and led Luke into the gully; shaking the sand off them as she walked.

“They’re going to be half an hour. They usually do a couple of k’s of swimming when they get started.”

That wasn’t what Luke thought he heard. He understood they were just going to freshen up. Still, it seemed Kate had something in mind and Luke thought he was going to enjoy it. She knew her friends; why resist or debate the issue? Already he was enjoying the sensation of the flood of blood into his manhood as it anticipated what was to come; following a step behind where he could see Kate’s bikini top ties swingingly temptingly as she walked.

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Julie knelt there, naked and worried, in the shower for nearly four hours before she heard the front door slam and Paul enter. Julie was going to call out to him, tell him she wanted to end this, she didn’t want this any more but just as she opened her mouth to speak she heard both Paul and a female voice laughing and giggling as they came up the stairs. Julie just shut up and listened, the aches of her bondage now quite forgotten.

The voices moved into their parents bedroom but as Julie strained to hear more her eyes were suddenly dazzled by the overhead light in the bathroom bursting into life. Her brother came in looking and smelling pretty drunk, the misogynist bully of earlier replaced by a bemused smile as he saw his older sister naked, collared and chained in the shower.

“Paul! Where have you been?” Julie hissed under her breath, desperate not to be found like this by whoever her brother had brought back.

“The pub, I told you bitch.”

He semi snarled his disdain for her from earlier quickly returning. He turned away and unzipped his dick and tried to aim at the toilet bowl.

“Let me out of here. I ….”

Julie broke off as her younger brother smirked then staggered over to her, dick still in hand and with a grunt started to piss on her!

He managed to hit her open mouth straight away before she had the chance to close it and a dose of the foul, yellow warm liquid shot down her throat. It smelled and tasted awful from the beer Paul had obviously been drinking and as it flowed freely over Julie’s face and hair she was stunned by the depravity of it yet deep down she knew that this humiliation was also the most thrilling thing she had ever done. It was a prodigious piss, lasting over a minute all the time flooding Julie’s face and body with urine, she blinked and coughed but determined not to make too much noise she could not afford to be caught like this by anybody. Paul finally finished and shook out the last drips into his sisters saturated hair before slapping her in the face a few times with his wet dick.

“Now you be a good cunt and stay here while I go and give this slut a good hard fucking, after all it’s not as if I can fuck this, is it?”

He prodded his foot into Julie’s pussy as he said this. Julie just looked up at him, her face gleaming and balefully shook her head.

“Once I’ve seen to her I’ll think about letting you go?”

Julie nodded obediently, his tone and treatment of her unlocking something in her mind that was almost addictive. She had thought of this in the dark awaiting his return, thought of all the things he had done to her and called her earlier upon discovering her enjoying his hardcore porn stash. And the worse he had treated her the more excited and aroused she seemed to be getting. So she knelt there on the hard shower floor, piss dripping from her and listened hard as she heard first giggling then the noises of a rough coupling next door from her brother’s room. Grunting and moaning and exclamations from both male and female followed by a squeal of pleasure as the girl came then he came deep inside her.

Then the house descended into silence and Julie knelt there worrying that Paul had fallen asleep and she would be left like this all night. But she was wrong, ten minutes later her adana escort padded through, naked into the bathroom. She instinctively glanced at his flaccid dick, obviously sticky with a long trail of cum hanging down. He stood over her.

“Lick that up Sis. Give me a good clean and I’ll let you go for your next job.”

She didn’t think twice about it, she leaned her head forward and licked at his slick cock before accepting it inside her mouth and sucking and cleaning it further. He just stood over her smugly.

“Got a real taste for my cum don’t you bitch?”

Julie just looked at him but that got her a slap in the cheek.

“I said don’t you bitch!? Answer me!”

“Y-Yes Master, I do.”

He smirked and ruffled her hair.

“You are starting to learn bitch. You might be my big sister but from now on you do whatever I tell you. Now let’s see if we can’t get you some more cum shall we?”

Paul finally undid the handcuffs restraining her to the shower and Julie felt some blessed relief in her wrists. Before she could recover too much though he had grabbed her by her piss soaked hair and dragged her on all fours into their parents bedroom where Paul’s conquest for the night lay unconscious on top of the bed, naked.

“I’m sure if you suck hard enough Sis you can get some of my juice out of her. I did her in the cunt by they way, might do her ass later. Or you.”

Julie looked up at him a little in disbelief at the depths of depravity her younger brother was sinking to. Worse, she was aroused by this, her body was hot at the humiliation of being treated like a pet by him. Paul looked down at her and suddenly grabbed her piss soaked hair.

“Wait a second sis! I can’t let you in there in that state, we’d better clean you up some!”

With that he hauled Julie back to the bathroom and over to the toilet bowl. There he released Julie and looked expectantly at her. She looked at him blankly.

“Well? What are you waiting for you dumb cunt? Get your head in there and flush, that will clean up the fucking mess you are in!”

Julie had a moment as that instruction set in before her brother grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head forward and past the rim of the toilet bowl. Then he grabbed her right wrist and pulled it up to the silver handle.

“Get your face right in there and flush yourself bitch.”

Unseen to Paul her left hand reached between her legs and rubbed furtively at her clit as she forced her head down until it was in the cold water then pulled the handle to send her head spinning in a maelstrom of water.

It was cold and miserable and deeply humiliating, like she was a pathetic schoolgirl being bullied rather than an adult doing this to herself but it was also turning her on immensely and it took all her self control not to rub even harder at her pussy as she knelt there being flushed away. Finally the flush subsided and she opened her eyes to look down at the saturated tangles of her brown hair that hung, lankly into the bowl. Paul pulled her head up by the hair and deliberately spat right on her nose.

“Don’t want you too clean bitch. Now hurry up and get in there and see how much of my cum you can reclaim from that whore’s filthy cunt.”

With her hair saturated ankara escort and plastered to her head Julie crawled through the dark house back to their parents bedroom. From where a low drone of snoring could be heard. The girl in there was in a deep sleep. She had drunk quite a bit before Paul had picked her up, Paul didn’t even know her name. She was a trashy blonde with big tits, that was enough for him. He looked down on her laying naked on top of the big bed and prodded his big sister with his foot.

“Get going bitch, I don’t have all night.”

Julie gabbed onto the bed and pulled herself up on her knees and found herself between the young blonde’s thighs. She was shaven neatly and Julie could see some of Paul’s cum glistening on the girl’s wet lips. Paul prodded his sister’s head, hurrying her up and she dipped her head forward and down and extended her tongue and began to lick, tentatively at her slit.

Paul took a step back and slowly stroked his cock as he watched his sister get to work between the girls legs. Looking at the prone figure on the bed she really wasn’t that great looking. She was a bit over weight, her boobs drooped a little but Paul had enjoyed the fuck and was enjoying this too. Apparently Julie was getting into it as well as the pace of her licking was picking up and her head was moving up and down between those thighs.

Truth was Julie was enjoying this, despite what her ‘good’ side was telling her this was. The humiliation of being talked to and treated like a piece of shit by her little brother was arousing her far more than she dared acknowledge. She knew it was wrong on so many levels but on the basest level it felt so good and her body and mind seemed incapable of getting past that fact. Again her hand was dropping down to her own sopping wet pussy to play with it as she increased the speed of her licks into the girls used cunt. She tasted Paul’s cum and sucked it out and with a start the sleeping girl suddenly stirred and pushed herself up onto her arms. She seemed nonplussed by the fact she was being eaten out by a young woman and she looked across at Paul as if looking for an explanation. He proffered it simply.

“My sister. I told her to.”

The girl did not react more than a wily smile.

“And does she do everything you tell her to?”

“Pretty much yeah. She’s a very obedient bitch.”

He was trying for a reaction from her but got none other than for her to reach down, grab Julie’s hair and push Julie’s face right into her wet cunt.

“Well big sister get licking harder because I want to cum all over your fucking face!”

Julie obliged and minutes later all three were in various states of excitement as the girl sitting on the bed gripped her thighs tight on Julie’s head and came in a gasping, squealing, squirting climax all over her face and in her mouth. The girl collapsed back exhausted and just as Julie started to really play with herself Paul hauled her to her feet then pushed her face down on the bed beside the girl. With strong hands he pried Julie’s ass cheeks apart and slid his hard cock in between and grunted as he forced it forward into her tight anus. She gave a cry as he penetrated her like this while the girl could not keep her eyes off the kinky siblings. adıyaman escort Paul mounted her like an animal would and began to roughly ass fuck her, slapping her ass and her tits, pulling her hair and miscalling her with every vital stroke and plunge into her.

He fucked her like that for five minutes before he erupted inside her spraying his warm seed deep within her bowels. But he gave her little time to recover or get off herself. Instead he pulled her up and turned her over and had her suck his dick, fresh from her own asshole, clean. As she was doing this she realised her own feelings were past the point of no return and the merest touch to her clit sent her over the edge and she came too, whilst cleaning her brothers shit stained cock.

All three lay there on the bed afterward, recovering before Paul pushed himself up and spoke.

“I’m going to sleep now. Sis, pay this bitch what she’s due and see her out and wake me up at nine with a blow job.”

At that he wandered out of their parents bedroom and into his own. Julie was surprised and looked at the other girl for explanation.

“I’m a working girl love, that’s £200.”

She was a whore! Julie was stunned and couldn’t believe she had just paid to eat out a whore. She used the cash from her holiday fund to pay her off and saw the girl out before heading to bed and setting her alarm for 8.45.

Julie had only a fitful, disturbed sleep that night. She could not quite believe all she had done and had done to her. She tried somehow to justify all her actions to herself, to find some crumb of comfort that allowed her to justify this depravity but in the end she couldn’t. She had to face the truth that she not only enjoyed being treated so badly by her younger brother, being used like a piece of meat, but that it actually aroused and excited her. At various points during the night she determined that she would put an end to this once and for all but then why did she set her alarm clock for quarter to nine?

At eight fifty Julie was stood in the corridor outside Paul’s bedroom trying once again to convince herself not to do this. But she did, she turned the door handle and entered his dark room. She moved on shaking legs towards his bed and dropped to her knees at the side of the bed Paul was lying at. She grabbed his duvet and wormed her head under it and located his naked body beneath. He stirred slightly and Julie thought of withdrawing but did not. Instead she opened her lips and began to slowly lap at her brother’s flaccid dick. It sprang to life moments later and Julie slowly opened her mouth wider and started to take the whole head into it and began to gently bath it in her tongue and saliva, probing her tongue at his foreskin and piss hole.

He came to with a start but quickly realised what had woken him and seconds later Julie found her hair being pulled by his hand. He flung back the covers and smirked as he saw his big sister with his dick half way in her mouth. He pulled her off him.

“Morning slave.”

“Good Morning Master.”

He pushed her face back roughly back onto his dick and started to play with her long hair.

“You know Sis you’ve always been so fucking proud of this hair. It’s always been your thing hasn’t it? Your long, silky hair. Well I’ve decided you need to shave it all off as a display of your obedience.”

As Julie gagged on her brothers cock the words hit her hard and despite her utter repulsion at the thought deep down she just knew that she would end up doing his bidding. She was stuck now, she was his own personal bitch.

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“Happy Father’s Day!” Lucille said as she barged into her daddy’s room with a homemade breakfast of eggs and bacon. Her daddy, John, awoke suddenly and smiled at his girl.

“Why, thank you princess! What a nice gift, but of course the best gift is you,” he said as he took the food and began eating.

Lucille was a young girl of 20 years. She lived at home with her father and attended university close by. John didn’t want her to move away for college, so he paid for her tuition at the nearby university.

Lucille sat next to her father on the bed and put her head on his shoulder, like she had done since she was very young. But this time was different as she couldn’t help but notice her father’s morning wood through his boxer shorts. Embarrassed, she stood up from the bed and blushed.

“Princess, you don’t have to leave. Sit here and eat with me. It’s delicious!” John said.

Lucille cleared her throat and sat next to him on the bed. She tried to ignore the tightening of her pussy in response to his morning erection.

“Daddy, I’ll miss you when you leave on your business trip,” Lucille said, trying to ignore her troubling thoughts about her own father’s cock.

“I’ll only be gone two days, Lucy” John said, finishing up his meal, “But I’ll miss you too.”

He gave her a kiss on the forehead and Lucy took the breakfast tray to bring it downstairs to the kitchen. John started to get out bed but stopped, and Lucille averted her eyes in embarrassment again to avoid him catching her watching his cock.

She wondered if he even noticed? Why would he parade his cock around like that? And most importantly, why was she tingling? It’s sick to get wet off of your own father. Lucille turned red in shame and quickly left her father’s room.

John watched her leave the room. He was also embarrassed as he realized he was about to get out of bed with a boner. He frequently got an erection when his daughter came into his room and laid her head on his shoulder in bed. He also frequently jacked off after she left, knowing that it was wrong to get hard off his own daughter, but couldn’t help it.

He got up and closed the door to his room, went into the bathroom connected to his room and jacked off, thinking of his daughter’s soft white skin, her brown curly hair, her small perky tits and her round, smooth ass.

Fuck. What a sick bastard. He thought to himself after cumming from thinking about all he could do to his sweet young little girl. He got into the shower, thinking that it had been so long since he had a woman after his wife and Lucille’s mother died 10 years ago. It was good he was going away on business. Maybe he would return without all these sick fantasies of fucking his daughter. ———- Meanwhile Lucille was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes, trying not to think of her father’s erection and how it made her body react.

As soon as she heard the shower, she thought of him naked, jacking off his morning erection. She could feel a wet spot forming in her panties, and her clit was itching.

It’s not like she didn’t have fantasies of her father before. Sometimes when he touched her waist, kissed her or hugged her, she felt his strength and his love and her pussy reacted without her wanting it to. She would go to her room and masturbate thinking of him, always feeling ashamed afterward.

And that’s exactly what she needed to do now. She quickly finished the dishes and ran up to her room, trabzon escort eager to cum before her daddy left the shower so he wouldn’t hear her. Sometimes she couldn’t help but moan out.

She laid down on her back and began rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. She wore a purple tank top with purple pajama bottoms, with no bra and crisp white panties.

Her nipples hardened and she continued rubbing her tits with one hand, while the other hand attended to her pussy, burning for attention. Her pussy had become swollen with desire and soaking wet. The continuous flow of pleasure from her tits rushed to her pussy, keeping it wet.

She pulled her pants down to her ankles and spread her legs wide for herself.

The first touch of her cold hand to her hot pussy made her jump and gasp. She massaged her outer pussy lips with her two fingers, making a peace sign. Then she touched her middle finger to the opening of her pussy to get it nice and wet with her love juice and slid her finger through her pussy lips to her swollen clit.

She let out a soft moan as she put soft pressure on her woman spot and rubbed slowly, working herself up. Sweat began to bead on her forehead. It was a hot morning.

She began rubbing faster at her clit and putting more pressure, preparing her self to cum. She though of her daddy and his hard cock and how she wanted to feel his hard cock in her hands, her mouth and her pussy.

She was rubbing harder and faster, pinching her nipples so that they hurt in sweet pleasure. She lost her control and began moaning, but tried to muffle herself with a pillow. She moaned “Daddy, Daddy, Oh! Daddy!” ———- Lucille didn’t notice that the shower had stopped. She hadn’t noticed that her door was open just a crack, and she didn’t noticed her daddy watching her and listening to her muffled cries of pleasure.

John’s cock grew harder than it ever had before. His daughter wanted him too? He gripped his cock in his hand and it was all he could bear to keep from going into his princess’s room and make her cum, as she was about to do while moaning his name. ———- Lucille was about to come when she thought of how wrong it was to want her own father’s sex. The thought of its wrongness and her disappointment at the fact that her daddy would never fuck his own little girl ruined her sex drive. She let out a sigh and rubbed her clit at a slower pace, calming herself down. ——— John saw his daughter stop masturbating. Did she cum? he wondered. It sure didn’t seem like it, though she was sure close. He was jacking off his cock, and didn’t want her to stop pleasuring her beautiful body. He hadn’t seen her vagina since he changed her diapers, and it looked like a beautiful woman’s cock-hungry pussy from afar now that she was 20.

John couldn’t stand that she looked so sad after moaning his name and didn’t even cum. He wanted his daughter to have the best of everything, even her own masturbation.

He put his dick back in his jeans, zipped them up and knocked on her door, and walked in almost immediately afterward, not giving her a chance to get dressed. ———- Oh fuck. Lucille thought. There was her daddy at her door and she was laying on her bed with her pants at her ankles, rubbing her pussy while her other hand was underneath her shirt playing with her tits.

“Daddy! Oh my god, Leave!” Lucille shrieked, shocked, excited and embarrassed.

“Oh princess, tunceli escort I’m sorry. I heard moaning and I thought you were crying,” John lied, turning red, as his erection swelled watching Lucille stumble off of her bed and scramble to pull up her pants.

But John didn’t leave.

“Daddy!” Lucille said, expecting him to leave and feeling very confused when he didn’t.

“Baby,” John said, approaching Lucille with his arms open.

“Yes, Daddy?” Lucille was confused, and a little frightened. Why was he not leaving he room?

John sat on his daughter’s bed and motioned for her to sit on his lap.

Lucille hesitated, and John lost it. He could smell the sweet scent of her fresh young pussy and now that he knew she masturbated to him, he wanted to fuck her.

“Princess, come sit on my lap” John said in a stern tone. When Lucille stood next to him blushing and breathing heavily, he told her, “Be daddy’s good girl and come sit on my lap or daddy will have to punish you.”

Lucille’s pussy, freshly denied of an orgasm, immediately became swollen and wet again and begged for attention. Lucille decided to fuck her daddy, but she wanted a little more fun first.

“No, daddy. This isn’t right” Lucille said, pouting her lips.

“I’ll tell you what’s right and what isn’t” John said, pulling his daughter by her arms and her hair down across his lap. He had her young fine ass in his lap, and his dreams had finally come true.

Lucille smiled to herself and whimpered in pleasure at the pain of her hair being pulled and he daddy being so forceful with her. She liked it when he acted strong and forceful. It was manly and made her pussy tighten with anticipation.

John pulled down his girl’s pants and massaged her soft, smooth ass cheeks before smacking one.

Lucille jumped and squeaked with the spank. John continued to spank her, and she started squirming as her ass cheeks began to burn with pain and pleasure. She let out a moan with each slap on her ass.

“Are you going to be a good girl for your Daddy, princess?” John asked as he watched her ass turn white to pink to red.

“Yes Daddy!” Lucille moaned to him. She wanted the spanks to stop.

“Yes sir?” John commanded, with two more spanks.

“Yes sir, yes Daddy!” Lucille cried out. Her pussy was so soaked she left a wet spot on Daddy’s jeans.

John let his daughter get up and commanded her to strip naked.

“Yes sir” Lucille said, as she quickly removed her top and kicked off her pants. She couldn’t believe she was standing naked in front of her daddy as a grown woman, and she was loving it.

John surveyed his daughter’s body. She had a small frame and had nice wide hips, a narrow waist and a beautiful dripping pussy.

“Oh, baby, you’re so pretty” John said as he stood and embraced her small frame in his large one.

They kissed, father and daughter. A long sensuous, wet kiss that made Lucille shiver with lust.

“Oh, Daddy” Lucille said, about to beg him to take her now.

John began kissing her soft neck and moved down to her collarbone. He got to his knees and began sucking her small breasts. Lucille gasped and moaned softly, closing her eyes and enjoying his hands running up and down her waist, hips and thighs and his lips enclosed around her nipple, sucking gently.

John began planting kissed down her belly, stopping just above the division of her uşak escort pussy lips.

“Princess, you are beautiful” John said, unable to ignore his pulsing erection any longer. He wanted to pleasure his little girl, but needed to relieve some pressure from his cock. He stood up and pushed her shoulders down until she kneeled in from of him.

“Baby, you know what to do, right?” John asked as he took off his pants and underwear, revealing his thick, hard cock to his baby girl.

Lucille immediately started rubbing her clit at the sight of her daddy’s cock. She wanted it for so long, and it was the perfect size. Not too long and not to short. Nice and thick and hard as steel.

“Oh Daddy, I know what to do. I know how to suck cock, Daddy” Lucille said, choosing dirty words on purpose and kissing the head of her daddy’s cock.

She put the head of daddy’s cock in her warm wet mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

“Fuck” was all John could say as his princess wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and sucked the rest of it, moving her head back and forth slowly at first and then more quickly.

As John watched her lips around his cock and watched her cheeks suck his hard shaft, he couldn’t help but grab her hair and shove his cock deep into her mouth. He wanted to own her, and show her how to fuck although she was great at it already.

Lucille almost choked as her daddy shoved his cock into her throat, but held her gagging down. She furiously rubbed her clit and moaned onto his cock. He was taking control now, using her face as a fuck toy, dominating her. She loved it.

“Take it, baby. Be a good girl and take daddy’s cock down your throat,” Daddy said as her moved her head back on forth on his cock with her hair. He loved her moans and the small tears forming in her eyes from almost gagging on his cock.

John felt his balls tighten to cum, but didn’t want to cum yet, so he released his precious girl, and she gasped for breath as his cock left her mouth.

“Good girl. Do you like sucking Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes sir, I love sucking your cock Daddy.” Lucille said, still rubbing her clit and approaching orgasm for the second time.

“Stand up and stop touching yourself,” John commanded.

Lucille unwillingly stopped rubbing her clit, robbing it of an orgasm yet again, but obeyed her Daddy.

He led her to the bed and she got on top of it on her hands and knees, sticking her ass and pussy out for her Daddy, eager for his cock.

John wasted no time and pounded his cock into his precious daughter. Lucille moaned in ecstasy and quickly came all over his hard cock.

“You like that cock, don’t you baby girl?”

“Yes Daddy! I love you cock Daddy!”

“Oh what a nasty girl, fucking her daddy”

“I’m your nasty little girl daddy! Please fuck me like that Daddy!” Lucille screamed as John pulled her head back by her hair and slapped her ass while pummeling his cock into her soaked, tight, hot pussy.

“I’m your nasty little girl daddy! Your little slut princess,” Lucille moaned again, as her daddy leaned forward to grab her throat and pulled her hair as his balls tightened to cum into his little girl’s sweet pussy.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming.”

“Oh, Daddy, cum inside me, Daddy. Please Daddy, I want your hot cum!” Lucille reached orgasm herself and came again all over her dominating daddy’s cock.

The contraction of her body and her pussy pushed John over the edge and he shot his hot seed into his little girl’s womb.

The two collapsed onto her bed, panting and sighing in ecstasy. John held his daughter in his arms as his cum leaked out of her pussy onto her thighs.

“What a bad girl you are”

“What a naughty daddy!”

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Australian Katrina Boswell arrived at LA airport to be greeted by an assistant PR person, camera-woman and soundperson.

Away to their right the candidate from the United Kingdom, actress and novelist Lisa Roughbottom, was besieged by the media, the CEO of the contest sponsors and a busload of semi-professional actors hired to create an orgy of excess in the ‘Welcome to America’ animated revelry tailored to be selected as the lead item on the entertainment section of ‘News at Six’.

That is, unless sixteen people in the Middle East had blown themselves up making bombs or a heartthrob actor of the moment had been caught with his trousers down behind the wife of a Senator from the South.

The $1,000,000 Brains Trust of the Century contest organizers had made it quite clear that Lisa Roughbottom was to be fed the easy questions to ensure she won with Robert Tiplady from Texas to be runner up. They selected muddled Maggie O’Connor from Ireland as the other quarter-finalist.

Rigged? Of course not, it was simply accommodating sponsor’s wishes to secure a satisfactory outcome for the viewing public and, of course, with the promotion corporation locking in sponsorship money for the staging of next year’s contest.

Typical of people receiving ‘star’ treatment, Lisa Roughbottom went by limo to the Oasis Haven where she was provided with a hunk taking the second lead in the “Adventures of a Randy Man’. The fact that Lisa was a dedicated lesbian had escaped the attention of the PR department.

Robert, Maggie and Kitty (she couldn’t stand the name Katrina) were crammed into the assistant PR’s small Japanese car and taken to the Motel Extraordinaire. The only thing extraordinary about this flea bit joint was that it managed to stay in business.

“That English woman has been picked to win this contest,” said Robert.

“Over my dead body,” Kitty simpered.

“What a body,” oozed Robert.

“I want your body, Robert,” Maggie sighed, wagging her eye lashes excessively.

“No sex for me until tomorrow night,” Robert apologized. “I’m off to my room.”

Maggie and Kitty watched his tight ass until the elevator doors closed behind it.

“Do you think he’s gay?”

“Very happy I should think,” Kitty responded.

“Oh, you misunderstood me – never mind. Do you drink?”

“A little bit, enough to drink and Irish girl under the table.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, let’s waggle our asses to our rooms like Robert and come back down and find the bar.”

Twelve drinks later Kitty had labeled Maggie as ‘Maggie ‘O Mammary ‘(they were 38c’s} before Maggie slid to the floor unconscious, Maggie had dubbed her now white-faced and dangerously swaying companion, ‘Kangaroo Kitty’. Kitty adored her nickname and sang its praises in full-blown contralto when leading the two security men to deposit Maggie ‘O Mammary on to her bed.

The show to find the two finalists was held at Club Curacao and televised nationwide. The questions seemed unfair.

Master of Ceremonies, Freddie Peabody, resplendent in a gold, blue and silver iridescent body suit, swept his blonde wig back with a sweaty hand and began feeding the questions.

“Maggie: What is a moa – spelt m-o-a?”

“Nothing.”

“Incorrect.”

“Challenge!”

“Yes, Kitty?”

“Ask her what a moa was.”

“Maggie, what was a moa?”

“A very large, flightless bakırköy eskort bird of New Zealand, now extinct.”

“Correct, ten points.”

“Robert: What is a rodeo?”

“A carnival to allow cowboys and cowgirls to display their skills.”

“Correct, ten points.”

“Lisa, what sea lies between Britain and Ireland?”

“The Scottish sea?”

“Is that your answer?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“It’s the Irish Sea – no points.”

“Kitty, what is a swami?”

“An Indian title of respect for a Hindu saint or religious teacher.”

“Er, are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Er, ten points.”

“Robert, define the meaning of a magnetic field.”

“A field of force surrounding a permanent magnet or a moving charged particle in which another permanent magnet or moving charge experiences a force.”

“Well done, Robert. That moves you to twenty points.”

“Maggie, name two regions in which a mahout is indigenous.”

“Um, India and…er…Pakistan?”

“I’m sorry, India and the East Indies according to the answer I have here. Fifteen points in total.”

“Lisa, if the time on Big Ben in London is striking midnight, what time is it fifty miles south of London.”

“Eleven o’clock?”

The master of ceremonies clutched at his ear-phone and nodded.

“Lisa. I suggest you carefully reconsider your answer, keeping in mind that the world is divided into time zones, each division being 15 degrees of longitude. Perhaps you may wish to reconsider your answer?”

The MC Freddie Peabody patted his sweating brow dry.

“Ten o’clock?” Lisa said brightly.

Freddie groaned, looking to the ceiling. “I am sorry; when Big Ben struck midnight it was exactly twelve midnight fifty miles south of London.”

He wiped his brow again, looking anxiously to his right.

“Kitty, what is a Carolingian?”

“A member of the dynasty of the Carolingian Franks.”

“Correct, ten points, taking you also to twenty points. So you and Robert progress to the final tomorrow evening.”

“Thankyou for your very competitive participation, Maggie, and Lisa you did brilliantly but were dealt an unfortunate blow by the extremely difficult random questions that came your way. Well, ladies and gentlemen – that’s all from us until tomorrow evening at seven o’clock from the final screening on the channel you are watching now. Good evening.”

Lisa and Maggie were told to leave immediately, taking a cab to the airport. Kitty went with them, really to say goodbye to Maggie. Lisa was sobbing most of the time, feeling as if she were stripped of fame, but Maggie was relaxed and at the airport waiting for the midnight flight she and Kitty demolished a number of very potent Harvey Wallbangers.

Kitty returned to the motel after midnight to find Robert waiting for her in the bar.

“It’s not fair,” he said. “I’ve been told that I am to win the contest.”

“Well, good luck to you Robert. Be a great champion for Texas.”

“Thank you Kitty, you are a great competitor. May I sleep with you tonight?”

Kitty licked her lips. Christ, it had been eight days since she’d been shafted.

“Yes, but you must realize you won’t get much sleep and I’ll probably drain you of your energy so you may not cope well in tomorrow evening’s final.”

“I’ll take my chances. It’s been ten days since I’ve escort fulya shafted anyone so I have a build-up to unload.”

“Oh Robert, you are so romantic.”

When in Robert’s room she felt to find what he had behind his zip, Kitty wriggled her toes and felt a hot flush sweep her.

“God, Robert, is this all you?”

“I always aim to satisfy.”

Kitty unzipped him and carefully divested it of clothing. She licked her lips and felt a release of juices trickle between her thighs – a part of her that was heating up like a compost pit.

“You possess an unbelievably beautifully sculptured penis?”

“Do I? I really don’t get into the position to make comparisons.”

“May I give it a working over?”

“Please do.”

Robert lay back, hands under his head, preparing for a rip-roaring diddity-do mouth pounding for which woman from his home State of Texas are famous. Instead he felt a pathetic cat-like tongue stroking with an occasional flicks wrapping around the head. His penis stiffened, so obviously it had not problem with the administrations. Then the mouth went from him and he was about to groan in frustration when he felt his complete right-hand testicle being swallowed and jiggled around and then teeth clamp down between it and the top of its sack.

His eyes opened in horror, he didn’t know this woman. He froze, wondering if he were about to be half castrated.

The tongue tickled the imprisoned testicle and he groaned but really thought it was his penis groaning in pleasure.

The testicle was allowed to roll out unharmed and in one plunge her mouth enveloped the whole of his penis and her lips smashed against his pelvis. Ohmigod, most women who sucked him complained about his length and thickness while others worked and worked to cram as much of it as they could into their oozing facial gash.

She’d had the full eight and a half inches swallowed before he finished saying ohmigod. He was unable to hold back, unable to warn her – he fired three salvoes and felt incredibly heroic.

On the second blast she was squeezing his balls, sending extra fire-power to his canon. His eyes watered and almost closed – red, white and black flashes blocking his vision.

His whole body jerked and he roared, “Oh fuck!”

She climbed up on him, cum dripping out of both corners of her mouth – the most beautiful whore he’d ever seen. He felt compelled to say in ultimate praise, “I love you” so that’s what he said.

“No you don’t,” she cooed. “Your only interest in me is my three larger orifices.”

“Eh?”

“You heard. Now it’s your turn,” she said, sitting on his face and throwing her head back and his tongue began clit-stroking while he occupied himself at finding how many fingers he could insert and waggle.

With his tongue tired, his neck aching, he knew when she tensed that she was cumming. She made no noise; her body simply heaved, near-drowning him in a massive ejaculation.

“God, you’re good,” she said, yawning. Want to lick me clean?” But big boy was already falling asleep.”

Kitty went down to the bar, had a drink and a steak sandwich, and then went back to her own room, showered and went to sleep.

Next day they went out for lunch and walked a couple of beaches and then went back to their respective rooms to rest. Robert had made an alternative suggestion but Kitty reminded ataköy eskort him some of his strength and brain power went out of his penis during sex and the recovery time was probably 24-hours.

After five rounds Robert was in the lead by five points. The final round commenced.

“Kitty, what is a threnody?”

“I don’t know.”

“Robert, I don’t know.”

“Kitty, what is a soiree?”

“An evening gathering in a private house at which guests listen to, play or dance to music.”

“Excellent, ten points which takes you to thirty-five points, with Robert on thirty. Robert, what is the state bird of Texas?

“The mockingbird.”

“Correct.”

“Kitty, your final question which by the rules of this contest I must take from this sealed container: What is the exact distance of a marathon?”

She hesitated then looked confident: “Twenty-six miles and 385 yards.”

“An excellent answer, correct. That leaves you on forty-five points and Robert on forty, so he only has to answer this final question correctly and he wins.”

Freddy took the question from the sealed container and grinned.

“Robert, what is a flapper?”

Robert looked puzzled and finally answered. “A sheet drying in the wind?”

Freddie looked devastated and the audience groaned.

“I’m sorry Robert, but the answer I have here is a young woman of 1920’s vintage, especially one who flaunted her unconventional behavior.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, our winner is Kitty Boswell, from Two Creek in Australia’s Northern Territory. Congratulations Kitty. We’ll now go into a commercial break before awarding the prizes.”

While assistants attended to Kitty’s make-up during the break Kitty watched the PR people in damage control mode hovering over the company president and CEO of the sponsors. They were experiencing a torrid time.

Back on air, Freddie received his check for $25,000 and thanked the sponsors for producing breakfast foods which he said – reading the auto-cue – were extremely popular with children.

He added, with unauthorized recklessness, “Thank you Freddie for being such a patient quizmaster and I’d like to thank my rival for her awesome competition. I thought she came from a little region Down Under but she’s convinced me that Australian’s Northern Territory is twice the size of Texas. When I disputed that she said to me in a good old Aussie twang, ‘Go bite your bum’. Kangaroo Kitty, you deserve your success.”

The assistant PR person slumped to the floor in a faint, while her boss raced over to the sponsors screaming, “We’re saved, did you hear that: Kangaroo Kitty! We must have her with that name on every packet of product.”

“Is your nickname really Kangaroo Kitty?” asked Freddie, turning to Kitty.

“Yes – rather cute don’t you think?” “I certainly do. Well, I’ll call on the president of Body Building Foods Inc., Charles B. Buckwell Jnr to present you the winner’s check of $75,000.”

Back in bed that evening, in a suite in the Oasis Haven that had been booked for the contest winner, Kitty promised Robert as he stripped her that she’d visit Texas as soon as her immediate obligations to sponsor Kangaroo Kitty cereals were completed.

“Ooh, we’ll have a great time together. We should get a clause inserted into that contract you are signing tomorrow requesting you be provided with a luxury RV for the duration of your contract and any renewals.”

“You arrange that, Robert. You are my manager. Now, what have you got for me?”

“This,” leered Robert, on his knees above her, holding a dripping penis in two hands.

“Roll over, darling. Big Tex has come to play with Kitty’s clitty.”

THE END

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