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This is the conclusion of the tale of a lucky Daddy and his harem. Without spoiling too much, it involves a strong theme of incestuous breeding and pregnancy, so if that is not your cup of tea, feel free to stop reading here.

The story is of course a fantasy and should be read as such. All characters are over 18 years old and all acts of sexual interaction described or imagined – past, present or future – involve only persons of legal age.

Thank you so much for encouraging comments and ratings. As always, please feel free to comment, rate and give feedback.

The story has been edited from the first publication by removing the epilogue, which will be republished separately.

/Ravengrave

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Tonight was a special evening. It really felt like a conclusion or at least a new step in the magical adventure our family had been thrown into less than a year ago. I had to work late, which pissed me off as I was dying to get home to my girls. But Anna assured me that it wasn’t a big deal, as there were preparations to be made and lots of sisterpussy to lick and poke.

As I climbed the stairs, I looked back at all that had happened. In the first two months after the magical night and morning when I claimed my harem, I usually had not been content with just one of the girls to satisfy me. I wanted to explore the dizzying possibilities of my new life, and chose two or three harem girls at a time to entertain me. I remember once lining five of the girls up naked on their hands and knees in front of me, and alternated fucking their upturned asses raw, while Morgan spanked them mercilessly. The evening ended with big sister getting the honor of my last load in her own ass as a thank you.

But as the first rush of being an alpha male in a pride of submissive lionesses slowly subsided, I started to set aside special, one on one daddy times for my girls. I wanted us to connect on a deeper level both sexually and emotionally, and show them that, despite all the debauchery and sexual domination, their amazing personalities was still the most important thing to me. Whereas Tiffany and Emma preferred their solo time with daddy to be adventurous and full of surprises, often involving public fucking where there was a chance of getting caught, my other harem girls were happy to have more traditional dates lead up to them getting their pussies pounded.

Anyway, on one of those more traditional, romantic dates with my Molly, we talked for a long time about what she had hinted at after her very first fuck: that she wanted me to impregnate her. She was very convincing, knowing that she would not win me over simply by seducing me. She told me how she had dreamed of having children of her own ever since she was seven or eight, playing with dolls. And, unlike most of other girls, she had never really gotten past the idea of being a young mother. She still wanted to have an education and a good job, but felt confident that those were opportunities that could wait for a few years. She had already discussed it with Anna, her mother, (of course) and had her full support.

“And now, daddy, I have had the extreme fortune to find a well-off, very handsome man to fulfill my dreams.” Suddenly her foot was in my groin, her toes squeezing my balls, and her smile could have made strong men cum in their pants. “What do you say, daddy, hm? It seems like the thought of pumping gallons of your thick, potent daddysperm deep into my unprotected, nearly virgin cunt makes you hard. It makes me wet enough to take you balls deep in my tight pussy right now. Mommy says the moment your sperm shot deep inside her, when you made me and Jen and Emma, was the hardest she has ever cum.” Her toes moved up to the head of my cock. “Doesn’t daddy want to make a new daughter in his little girl? Or maybe you want to aim for triplets right away, daddy? I’m game.”

Once more, despite what she was doing to my cock, I felt the need to try to be responsible, to be a parent, not just a horny daddy. I started to argue against the idea, pointing to the risks to her gymnastics career, the limitations on her life and the possibility of regret. But for the next half an hour, she continued to squeeze my cock with her foot and to refute my arguments with her logic, until being responsible seemed more and more impossible.

“Please, daddy, I’m ovulating right now. It would be the perfect night to pump me full of cum and make me your first pregnant harem slave.”, she concluded, panting slightly in her obvious arousal.

I stood up and pushed the table aside, my cock making a wet tent of my pants. Molly leapt into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist as we kissed passionately. I could feel her dry hump her pussy onto my raging hard on as I carried her to the master bedroom and threw her on the bed.

She was at the same time so innocent, knowing and beautiful that the thought of what I was about to do to her made me rabid with lust.

“So, my little teenage girl wants her own oral yapan gaziantep escort big daddy’s monster cock to slam into her unprotected baby pussy and just flood it with cum, knocking her up with a daughter-sister?” My voice was thick as I hovered menacingly over my daughter’s tiny body.

My words and demeanor hit Molly’s submissive streak hard.

“Yes! Oh, I love my big, strong daddy! Please make your little girl take your cock! I will be your breeding filly and you will be my horse cocked daddy-stallion. Please pump me full of babies.”

We quickly lost our clothes and I lowered myself over my daughter, practically covering her tiny naked body with my large frame. Then I slammed my monster cock into Molly’s tight pussy in one massive push. We proceeded to fuck passionately, her strong legs pushing me deeper and deeper into her cunt.

“Please, daddy, I want you to completely dominate me, when you come inside me! I want you to hold me down tight, so I can’t escape your cock, as it floods my young, unprotected pussy and makes me fat and pregnant with your baby!”

My Molly stretched her thin arms together over her head, inviting me to take control of her. Loving her submission, I growled and grabbed her wrists hard with my large hand, nailing her to the bed. Molly gasped as her upper body was locked down while her pussy continued to get hammered by my daddycock. I kissed her possessively and then bit down hard on one of my daughter’s tiny titties, soon to get bigger with baby milk.

The thought of impregnating my teenage daughter made sure it didn’t take long for me to get ready to fill her up. I tightened my grip around Molly’s wrists, and pressed my cock deeper into my little girl than I had ever reached into any woman.

“Oh, daddy, it’s happening, isn’t it? Will you give me all your love, and make sure I get pregnant with my own father?” I looked into my teenage daughter’s eyes as she sensed the oncoming flood of her daddy’s semen, and the combination of love, ecstasy and complete submission in her face was so beautiful.

My balls swelled up and filled my cock to the brim before I started pumping into her needy, unprotected cunt. My orgasm felt as thought the head of my bulging cock literally exploded, the release of cum was so intense. My load, the result of several days of painful abstinence in a harem household of constant temptation, shot far up into my Molly. The extreme tightness of my daughter’s pussy made sure that the cum had nowhere to go but surge straight into her fertile womb.

“Aaaah!!”, Molly shouted as she came hard on that first shot. “Please fill me, daddy! I can feel your daddycum inside me. There is so much, daddy! So much warm cum for your baby girl!”

Growling, I kept pressing my daddycock into the folds of her squeezing cunt. The second, third and fourth torrents of baby batter were almost as voluminous as the first one, and each pump of my dick seemed to set off another orgasm in my daughter, now with her eyes closed as she relished the bliss of being flooded with her own daddy’s semen.

“More, daddy, more!! Give me all your potent sperm and make your little girl a mommy!”

Finally, I just pushed my cock as deep inside my baby girl as it would go and held it in there as my daddycock kept pumping semen deep into her womb, blessing her and defiling her in equal measure.

I could see tears in Molly’s eyes, as her hand came up to caress my face.

“Oh, daddy!” She was exhausted, yet her eyes were shining. “You’ve made me so happy! I love you so much, and I am … I don’t know … grateful to Morgan that she opened this door for all of us.” Her serious expression broke into a smile. “Wow, I can feel your sperm so deep, deep inside me.” She closed her eyes again as she enjoyed the sensation of being thoroughly bred. “It’s so warm and there is so … fucking much, sorry daddy!” She giggled and opened her eyes again. “It feels like a gallon, filling me up. I can’t believe I am going to be a mommy now! You made my dream come true. And now both me and my baby will come from the same wonderful man and the same wonderful cock.”

I loved her so much and I was so happy that we could share this moment, regardless of whether she would get pregnant or not.

Yet, in the following days, I could not get the idea of knocking my daughter up out of my head. I dreamed of her tiny breasts and tummy swelling up with my seed inside her, changing her delightful, petite body by adding more female curves and making her my woman in yet a new way. I knew that our chances to succeed were excellent. Molly was at her most fertile age and time of the month. And Anna had once joked that my sperm was so potent that it could penetrate rubber. But still, I wanted to be absolutely sure that Molly’s – and now also my own – dream came true. Hence, I stalked my daughter like a ravenous beast, ready to pounce her at every turn.

Molly gaziantep oral yapan escort seemed to find this a little amusing.

“Silly daddy, I’m already the most def pregnant girl in America. As soon as you shot that very first load so deep into my pussy, I knew I was a mommy.” She lovingly stroked her lower tummy, where she claimed our baby was already growing. Even so, she enthusiastically surrendered to my demands to fuck her at least once every day for the following week, just to make sure. But when the test came back positive just a few weeks later, the little minx was so full of “I told you so” that I had to fuck her a few extra times just for that.

While we were waiting for confirmation, however, her sisters, especially Jen and Emma, were very jealous of my “obvious favoritism”. They tried their best to even the daddy distribution and as I stalked Molly, they stalked me. They offered themselves to me wherever we happened to meet at all hours of the day and night, which of course was nothing but a blessing for me. And one late night, as I vigorously pounded Emma in the light of the open fridge, bent over the kitchen isle with her pajama shorts barely pulled down enough to expose her tight ass to my invading cock, I think I finally managed to convince her that there would always be enough daddydick to go around.

As I finally arrived on this very special evening some some eight and a half months after what Molly lovingly called “the breeding date”, there could be no doubt daddy’s sperm had hit the mark that night. Molly came to meet me as I stepped inside. She was completely, gorgeously naked.

Despite being ready to drop our little baby daughter just about any day now, there was still something incredibly graceful about Molly. Her lean, well-trained gymnast body had filled out in just the right places to make her more womanly, while at the same time giving the impression that she could drop down to splits over my cock if I commanded her to.

For now my blonde teenage goddess rushed up to me. “Welcome home, daddy!”, she chirped. Her new, big breasts, already laden with milk for her baby and her baby’s daddy bounced mouthwateringly as she came up to me. Molly was so proud of how they had grown, never missing an opportunity to offer them to me for tender examination.

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and her eyes met and held mine, as she slowly knelt at my feet. She held out her breasts in supplication, but spectacular as they were in themselves, what really made them pop was to see was the beautiful baby bump jutting out underneath them. Molly’s bump was almost perfectly round and it seemed her sisters had already oiled it up for me the way I liked it. I could feel my daddycock get hard as steel from the fertility goddess at my feet, welcoming me home on this special evening.

“Please, daddy, I know this is not our night, but will you just touch me with your fat, hard daddycock before I have to give you away?” My pregnant baby pushed her still small, yet full tits together and smiled beautifully up at me.

“HEY!!!”

Just as I was going to surrender and whip my cock out, the second of my teen tramp triplets Jenny stepped into the hallway with a humorous Gotcha!-expression. “Keep your hands off my daddy, you slut! Tonight he doesn’t belong to fat preggie cows like you!”

Molly smiled and feigned mock outrage at her sister’s mean insult, as she turned towards her with an arched eyebrow. “Well, fat preggie cows like us, I guess.” Jenny admitted.

Even though her pregnancy was a month or so behind her sister’s, Jenny was almost as large as Molly. Or maybe it was just the contrast: Jenny had always been the most petite of the triplets, and a huge, eight month mommy tummy on her delicate frame made her look stunningly beautiful and almost obscene at the same time. Even though Jenny’s breasts hadn’t grown as large as Molly’s, she tried her very best to accentuate her curves. Unlike her sister, Jenny wasn’t completely naked as she came to greet me, but the thin strips of clothing only made her look more like a depraved daddy slut. A tiny, white swimsuit-like bra covered Jenny’s torso, but there was really very little cover, as big holes had been cut for the tips of her tits and her inch long nipples to show off her goodies. Similarly, you could see there were matching g-string panties disappearing somewhere beneath the big tummy, only accentuating how little protection the young mother to be had from ogling daddy eyes and groping daddy hands. The tummy itself was oiled up, just like her sister’s, just the way I loved it.

She really was a slut. And that was also how she had ended up in this situation. As I’ve mentioned, Jenny and Emma didn’t take the news of me trying to knock up Molly sitting down. They followed me around the house and even outside, offering their young, nubile bodies to me, berating me for “favoring” their sister. gaziantep oral yapan escort bayan I mostly had a wonderful time, as I tried to show my jealous little airheads that Daddy’s cock really was enough for everyone. And Emma eventually relented. She still claimed her share, but stopped pestering me about “unfairness”.

But it was harder to let go for Jenny. Fairness had always been a bigger thing for her than her trip sisters. Into their teens, she wanted all three of them to wear the same clothes, so none of them might end up better looking than the other two. As I started out on my campaign to make sure Molly was good and pregnant, Jenny would follow me around and try to keep track of my frequent hookups with her sister. I would sometimes find her sitting outside the door of Molly’s bedroom as I came out naked with my cock still fairly hard. Sometimes I would try to make a parental point on the unattractiveness of nagging children and rejected her advances, which would earn me a look of sadness and envy that made my heart ache. Most of the times I would relent and let her serve me right there in the hallway outside her sister’s door, slurping mine and Molly’s juices off of my full father dick.

A few months earlier, the thought of a nubile tight bodied teen stalking me for unprepared sex would have been a sexual fantasy. But in a house where I was the king of a family harem of willing sluts, and could satisfy my needs whenever I wanted to, Jenny’s following me around did become something of a nuisance. I loved her to bits and wanted her to take my daddycock almost every day. But, you know. Maybe not every minute of every day? I had five other women to satisfy.

It finally came to a head one Saturday night. I had been enjoying a foursome with all my triplets, ending with me filling Molly with another gallon of baby makers, while her sisters held her legs out for me. Everyone had had their fair turn, mind you, but Molly was the only one awarded with daddy seed in her pussy.

I had left Molly and Emma satisfied, sleepy and wrapped in each other’s arms on Molly’s bed, but Jenny followed me out of the room.

She was walking half a step behind me, using her pouty little girl voice. “Daddy, it feels like Molly gets to have you almost to herself now. Just because you want to put a big belly on her.”, she whined.

I tried to be patient. “But honey, daddy’s cock was pounding all of you tonight. I loved the way my little Jenny-cunt squeezed my big dick.”

“But Molly got all the cum, daddy …”, she kept whining. “My cunt didn’t get any cum, and it’s much tighter than Molly’s. It’s not fair.”

God, I just wanted to go to sleep. In all her sweet, jealous desire, she was really starting to annoy me.

“Please, daddy, please, fill me up too!” She skipped ahead of me in the hallway. She wasn’t even looking at me anymore, she was just nagging on about how unfair it was that she didn’t get as much daddycum as her sister.

Finally, my patience ran out and I snapped.

I moved up behind Jenny and caught her. I reached around and before she had a chance to react my hands grabbed either side of her buttoned shirt. I wanted to have an outlet for my frustration with her so I yanked the shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

“Daddy!” She was shocked at the fierceness of my attack. She tried to turn to face me, but I held her with my body.

My hands quickly found her small naked tits – none of the triplets ever needed or wore a bra – and I squeezed them hard as I felt my cock growing, pushing against the tiny training shorts Jenny had put on to sleep in.

“I love you, baby!”, I growled into her ear. “But you have to stop! You should never doubt that daddy’s cock will be enough for you as well!”

Jenny moaned loudly, and leaned back into me as I manhandled her tits, pulling at the perfect nipples. But I was not going to make this so easy for her.

Before she knew it, my right hand left her tit and I coarsely grabbed her by the pussy. My hand slipped into her shorts, finding no panties, and as I groped her pussy, I found it moistening to my rough touch. I thrust a fat finger inside her and pumped a few times before I pulled her shorts down. Jenny yelped in pain as I grabbed each of her wrists and pushed her up against the wall. With my knee I forced her legs apart until she was a tiny, helpless X, nailed up for me to take.

“Daddy, wait! I …”, Jenny tried to turn her head and gain some control or understanding of the situation.

But I just slammed my cock into her. Jenny groaned, unable to keep up with the speed at which things were moving.

“Daddy!!”, she shrieked. “Let me …”

I ignored her and set up a furious pace, hammering her pussy. With each pump of my cock into her, she was slammed into the wall, smashing her small tits flat. I was still annoyed with her nagging and disobedience before. So this would be a rage fuck to let me let off some steam and to teach my bad little girl a hard lesson. Jenny wailed in time with the pounding she took, by the sounds oscillating between pain and pleasure. Pretty soon, my pummeling seemed to sap her energy to keep up and her body relaxed. Under my tall iron grip on her wrists, she flopped around like a rag doll as I pleasured myself on her teen cunt. Her head hung limply forward, which exposed her neck and made her blonde hair cover her face.

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The ping from his iPhone caused him to jolt, as he suddenly awoke from his doze, disorientating him for a few moments. Realising where he was, he sat up and grabbed at his phone, clumsily knocking it onto the floor. He managed to retrieve it by the second ping. It was a text message from Cole.‘Lydia is on her way home.’He automatically turned to the lounge window, looking out onto the road, as a picture appeared on his screen.‘She has a present for you in her knickers.’Lee’s hand shook as he took in the full context of the picture. It was an upskirt shot of her. White cotton panties under a short summer dress. He knew immediately that it was his wife, Lydia. He had taken so many of her over the years; on escalators, stairs, under tables, standing over him as he lay on the floor, she loved to be snapped. Sometimes he snapped her without knickers too, but his preference was with them. Knickers that clung tightly to her sex, showing its camel-toe shape. Yes, Lee was a bit of a perv!But this photo was special. It showed wetness; wetness from semen; semen that had come from another man. Another ping took his concentration away.‘Lydia says you like upskirt pics, so here’s one I took just before she left. By the time she gets home to you there’ll be more cum. I fucked her again ücreti elden alan escort after she had showered and dressed. See how I think of you Lee? Enjoy my gift to you – it’s a thank you for giving me your wife for the night. She is one hot fuck!’Both his hands were shaking now, and he also realised that he had an erection. All these years of wanting to share her with another man, wanting her to let another man fuck her, had now come to pass. He could picture the scene now; Lydia dragging herself out of bed to the hotel room shower after a night of fucking with a stranger. Letting the warm spray revitalise her, as it washed her body, cleaning all remnants of the sex that had taken place between them. Preparing to come home to her husband as clean and pure as she had left him.He pictured Cole watching her dry her body; seeing her dress to go back home to her husband, perhaps smiling as she picked up her panties to put on. Then stepping in and taking them from her hand. His erection firm and ready. “I have a present for you to take home to your husband,” he could almost hear Cole say to her.Lydia smiled as she fell back on the bed, hitching up her dress and spreading her legs wide, saying, ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort “Yes, why not. He deserves a creampie.” His cuckold angst began to kick in, and he sat back down in his chair, still clutching his iPhone. Last night he had not expected things to get this far. Lydia had been reluctant at first to cuckold him. She enjoyed the fantasy; enjoyed the role-play; enjoyed the spicing up of their sex life. However, breaking her marriage vows was never on the agenda, then one day she had come across an article in a magazine she had picked up from her hairdressers as she was waiting. It was about cuckold marriages, wives becoming the dominant partners in the bedroom and taking sexual freedom over their submissive husbands.The story of one couple spoke of her and Lee, the husband always wanting to share her with another man; always fantasising about watching her getting fucked by a well-endowed male. And then came her decision to take him up on his fantasy. She trawled a myriad of sources on the internet where experienced men were available for couples to enjoy. The female of the couple found one site that catered for women interested in interracial sex. Her account ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort bayan of their first meeting was vivid and enthralling. She went home to her husband the next morning a liberated and fulfilled woman. Five years on from that encounter they were now a throuple with two children.Lee had been excited when Lydia had a change of mind, he set about searching for someone, but she told him that she would find her own lover and he reluctantly stepped aside. She found a site similar to the one the girl in the magazine had found, joined up and placed an advert.Couple seeking an experienced male to introduce them to the cuckold lifestyle. She, twenty-eight, medium height, slim(ish), attractive with long light brown hair. He, thirty, tall. Both professional people. Preference for a long-term relationship with a professional male. No time wasters please!Lydia had been astonished by the number of replies, but this was quickly reduced by the numbers who actually followed up with pictures. This was narrowed down further to ten, and then after a few telephone conversations, reduced to two. Lydia was picky! She chose Cole first to have coffee with at their local indoor shopping mall. The chemistry was there between them, and with his dick pic being impressive, she arranged a further meeting with Lee being brought into the picture. Last night they both met with him for dinner.Lydia hadn’t really kept Lee fully up to date with progress. She was afraid that he might have a change of mind, but after her lunch date, she had put him fully in the picture. Even though she had taken an overnight bag with her, it was still going to be an exploratory meeting to give Lee the chance to make the final decision.

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Karl Davidson, aged forty-nine, had never thought of the woman that he and his wife Monica had lived next door to since they bought their house fifteen years previously, to be attractive, until now.The woman was divorcee Lorraine Macey, aged sixty-one.Karl was currently looking over the back garden fence into Lorraine’s garden, and Lorraine’s large bottom in jeans was pointing towards him, as she was on her knees sorting some plants.In recent times, Karl had started to notice Lorraine more, not because she had changed in any way but because Karl’s wife had lost interest in sex, or so he thought.Actually, Monica had not lost interest in sex, she was getting it elsewhere, with her boss at work, but Karl did not know that.The ironic thing was that Lorraine did know about Monica’s infidelity, because the two women had become close friends over the years, and Monica had recently confessed to Lorraine, telling her not to tell Karl.Lorraine had always fancied Karl, even before her divorce from her husband Steve, six years ago. Lorraine had had a couple of relationships since the divorce, plus a couple of one-night stands, but had not had sex for several weeks.Knowing that Karl was going without, at least with his wife, had turned Lorraine’s thoughts towards her neighbour, but she did not think he had or would have any interest in her. It did not stop her from masturbating thinking about him though.Karl’s penis stiffened in his jeans, as he watched Lorraine gardening. She had nice-looking arse. The rest of her was not bad either, certainly not ugly, it was just that Karl had not thought of her in a sexual way, but he was now.It seemed that Karl had been staring at Lorraine’s backside for ages, although it was not very long when she scrambled to her feet. In getting up, the size and shape of her buttocks were emphasised even more for an instant, as she had her arse in the air as she stood up.She half-turned and saw Karl on the other side of the fence.”Morning Karl, I didn’t know you were there; nice day, isn’t it?” smiled Lorraine, a very attractive smile, Karl thought.”Um, xnxx morning Lorraine, it is a nice day, um, I am just pottering around,” said Karl, pleased that the fence was hiding the bulge in his jeans.”Yes, I am pottering around too,” replied Lorraine, wishing that she and Karl could potter around in the bedroom.”Well, I will let you get on,” said Karl, feeling embarrassed because of his thoughts.”Is Monica in?” asked Lorraine, not sure why she asked that question.”No, she has had to go to work for a few hours,” replied Karl. It was a Saturday, so Karl was not working, nor would Monica be normally, but she had told Karl that she had some things to catch up on, and would be at work most of the day.”Oh, do you fancy a coffee?” asked Lorraine, her smile almost twinkling.”Yes thank you, um, shall I stay here, or…?” responded Karl.”No, come around to my back door, we will not have the fence between us then,” said Lorraine, wondering quite what was going to happen, although she knew what she would like to happen.Karl went into his house, closed his patio doors, went out and went down the pathway to the side of Lorraine’s house.”Come in Karl, don’t be shy,” called Lorraine, seeing Karl at her open back door.Karl went in, feeling nervous and excited.”You take two sugars and milk, don’t you?” said Lorraine, remembering from the occasions that she had made coffee for her neighbours before, although for Monica far more often than for Karl.”Yes please,” answered Karl.As Lorraine made the coffees, she was thinking about how surreal the situation was. Karl’s wife was almost certainly getting a fucking from her boss right now, but Karl had no idea. Lorraine would love to bed Karl, but he was probably not interested, plus Monica was her friend and despite what Monica was doing, Lorraine was unsure whether her conscience would allow her to have sex with Monica’s husband.”Let’s sit in the lounge,” said Lorraine, placing the coffees on the coffee table, Karl looked at her arse as she bent over.”You make yourself comfy on the sofa, I will put my big bum down bakire porno here,” chuckled Lorraine, sitting in an armchair.Karl felt horrified for a moment, did Lorraine know that he had been looking at her arse?That chat was general to start with, but Lorraine wanted to find a way to get it onto sex, although she would not be telling Karl that his wife was getting shafted by another man.Karl kept thinking of Lorraine’s bottom in those jeans, he was also thinking that his penis needed some action.”If your Monica had been home I am sure that you would be having more fun than sitting drinking coffee with the boring and ugly old woman next door,” said Lorraine.”You are neither boring nor ugly, you are an attractive woman,” blurted Karl, he would not even have thought that a few weeks ago, but he thought it now.”Oh Karl, you will make me blush; I wish I could find a man that found me attractive,” said Lorraine, her face flushed a bit.”I mean it, I find you attractive,” said Karl, wishing that Lorraine would join him on the sofa.”I am sure that you have enough to handle with your sexy wife,” said Lorraine, knowing that the neighbours’ marriage was currently sexless.”If only you knew, Lorraine, Monica seems to have lost interest in…um, you know,” said Karl, thinking that he had said too much.”Oh, that must make life, um, difficult for you,” said Lorraine, consciously opening her legs in the armchair opposite Karl.”Yes, very; Don’t tell Monica I told you,” said Karl, his eyes on the woman’s inviting cunt area.”It will be our secret, Karl,” said Lorraine, in a very sexy voice.”Um, I had better go home, before I say something silly,” said Karl.”You do not have to go, and you can say whatever you want to say,” said Lorraine, putting one foot on the armchair and making her pose even more provocative.”No, you might be offended,” said Karl, his voice showing signs of his arousal, as was the expanding bulge in his jeans, which Lorraine had noticed.”See, I knew that you didn’t mean it when you said I was attractive,” laughed Lorraine.”Oh bedava porno I meant it, Lorraine, I find you very attractive,” responded Karl.”You could go home now, or I could join you on that sofa,” said Lorraine, hoping that Karl would choose the second option.”I would love you to join me here,” replied Karl.”If I do, you know where things might lead, right?” said Lorraine, feeling damp between her legs.”Whatever happens, please don’t tell Monica,” said Karl.”I will not tell Monica,” said Lorraine, getting up from the armchair and moving the coffee table before joining Karl on the sofa.They looked at each other for a moment, before Lorraine put her lips on Karl’s and they kissed. The kiss got more and more passionate, as they each ran their hands over the other’s bodies.The kissing got more and more heated, as their excitement mounted.”Shall we go to my bed?” said Lorraine, her eyes showing her lust.”Yes please,” croaked Karl, his penis rigid in his jeans.They got up from the sofa, and Lorraine led the way out of the lounge.”Lorraine, earlier in the garden, I was looking at your arse,” confessed Karl.”Were you? Are you looking at it now?” asked Lorraine, stopping just before she reached the stairs.”Yes I am,” replied Karl.”Touch it, Karl,” said Lorraine, her body stiffening a bit.Karl ran his hand over Lorraine’s buttocks, feeling the curves of her arse cheeks.”Oh Karl, I am so horny, I so need a fucking,” said Lorraine.”My cock is rigid for you, feel it,” invited Karl.Lorraine reached behind her and caressed the large bulge in Karl’s jeans.”Oh baby, let’s get to my bedroom,” said Lorraine.They stumbled up to Lorraine’s bedroom, their needs becoming urgent. They kissed, and they each fumbled to undo the other’s jeans. With their jeans undone, they broke from the kissing and each removed their own.Karl’s underwear did little to hide his boner, and Lorraine’s knickers revealed the wetness between her legs.”I have not had sex for quite a while,” said Lorraine.”Ha, nor have I,” said Karl, taking off his underwear and having his erection on display.”We are going to end our barren times now,” said Lorraine, stroking Karl’s cock as he fingered her through her knickers.They snogged again, and Karl’s hands went inside the back of Lorraine’s knickers and on her bare arse as his penis prodded her front.

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“Well, if you expect me to just sit around forever, until you get your shit together, you better think again!” That was the final dagger I thrust into a marital argument that had been brewing for weeks.

“Fine; you do what you gotta do, I’m outta here!” Donny’s words lingered, before I heard the sound of one last door slamming.

Funny thing is, after nearly 25 years, I still can’t remember what sparked such a huge quarrel. It would be a period of about six months until things between us worked out and we fell back into each other’s arms. The year was 1983. I was nearing my mid-thirties. Baby Josh was only about three years old, and my younger brother Rudy was twenty-four, when Donny (my hubby) decided to take his sabbatical. I mention Rudy, as he figures prominently into this part of that otherwise regrettable interlude.

They say a woman hits her sexual peak in her mid to late forties, and I surely won’t debate that. However, being accustomed to having sex 3 or 4 times a week with Donny, after three months I was ready to climb the walls.

Even with my husband living in a rented apartment across town, I dare not interfere with his so-called mid-life crisis. I elected to hide our separation from my large group of siblings, but Rudy was always someone I could confide in. My husband and Rudy were also close, but Donny opted to use this period for introspection (I assumed), and never contacted him.

At that time, Rudy had taken up residence in an old warehouse loft apartment with a mutual friend, Chuck. The two of them had finished college, except for Chuck, who was doing graduate work on his art degree. A pair of young bachelors reveling in their freedom, they had plenty of female distractions around to keep things interesting.

Chuck was a sturdily built farm boy that no one would have suspected to be an artist. The whole time he and Rudy were growing up, he would always get a bit red-faced around me. Although he was too shy to act on it, plus the fact that I was already taken, I always figured he had a crush on me. In my current state of “going without”, it was only a matter of time, before my curiosity regarding the young artist got the best of me.

“Donny’s picked up the baby up this afternoon for the whole weekend, so I was wondering if I could come over and hang with you guys?” I asked.

“Sure Sis, you know you’re always welcome,” Rudy replied.

“Don’t want to intrude, if you guys have something going on,” I excused myself.

“No, nothing special planned that I know of. The girls might be here. We rented some movies. Ya know, anything to break this damn heat. Come on over.”

“Girls? Is Chuck seeing someone?”

“Oh, they come and go. This one’s name is Betsy. He’s been with her for about two months now, I guess. Why, were you thinking about taking advantage of the poor boy?” Rudy joked.

“Actually… the idea had crossed my mind. I mean if circumstances presented themselves.” I admitted.

“God Sis, you DO have a bad case of the hornies! All I can say is you’d better come packing plenty of ammunition,” he laughed.

“So, it wouldn’t embarrass you if I came on to him?”

“Hell no. We could do with a little excitement around here,” he cackled.

Ending the phone call, I went to the bedroom to scavenge for just the right ammo. The heat had been oppressive for the past few weeks, to the point that several of the town’s inhabitants had to be hospitalized. Even with our A/C cranked to the max, I still felt clammy, as I tried on a variety of revealing tops.

I finally settled on a white cotton halter-top I hadn’t worn since before we were married. Fortunately I had successfully lost my baby-making fat from around my waist and thighs. However, after breast-feeding for two years, my boobs kept their inflated size. A few unavoidable blue vein lines had emerged with the swelling, even after regularly tanning.

“God, these big suckers will never fit into this old 34-inch top,” I pondered, as I scooped and stuffed my full d-cupped 36-inch tits inside. “Hmm, plenty extra hanging out the sides, but maybe that’s the extra ammo Rudy was referring to,” I smirked. Squeezing my hips into a pair for freshly severed low riding bell-bottom jeans, I was pleased with my reflection in the floor-length mirror. Peering at nearly a foot-long amount of cleavage, a shapely toned bare midriff, and tight tanned thighs, only slightly draped by the ragged ends of my short-short jeans; I was still damn hot for a mom in her mid-thirties.

Slipping on a pair of heeled open-toed sandals, I touched up my lipstick and spent an undue amount of time ratting up my way-too-long curly ’80’s blonde hair. “Have to do something about that one of these days,” I reacted, spotting several strands of gray starting to streak my locks. Punching in a pair of new extra-long dangling silver earrings, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

Making my way downtown in our trusty golden Dodge Duster, I soon found myself standing outside the rickety door to Rudy and Chuck’s third floor apartment. Dabbing away a gaziantep escort pornoları few beads of sweat from my chest, I took a long breath after climbing the three flights and exhaled before knocking. Suddenly having misgivings about being over- exposed in front of my baby brother, I casually brought my hand up to cover some cleavage, when the door swung open.

Staring up at my six-foot three-inch brother, I was speechless. “I… I,” was all I could lamely offer. He slowly reached out and lowered my hand to give me the twice over.

“Wow Sis, that’s some SERIOUS ammo you’re packing!”

“Oh God–too much, I’m sorry,” I lowered my eyes.

“Don’t be silly. You look fucking delicious,” he reassured me, before taking me in his patented bear hug.

“Well I guess that was the idea,” I admitted, whispering in his approving ear.

“Why, if you weren’t my sister…” He leered, broke our embrace, and let his hands slide down my arms. Ever so gently, he squeezed my elbows, which proudly pouched out my cleavage even more.

“Yeah well, let’s not forget that,” I smiled, and pulled his arms away.

Stepping inside from the short hallway, we were abruptly in a great room with extra tall ceilings and aged red brick walls. The clip-clop of my heels on the wooden floor slightly echoed as we entered the sparsely furnished apartment. This was obviously a bachelors’ pad based solely on practicality. I took note of a long couch, that only Goodwill would have turned away, facing a 25-inch television, with a hand-me-down leather chair next to it. Directly staged behind the couch, up against the only wallboard, was Rudy’s extra-long king-sized bed and box spring sitting on the floor. Bed linen and blankets were strewn around to give the place a lived in look, I’m sure.

“Hi, you must be Barb. I’m Penny,” said the petite brunette stepping away from the kitchenette counter. Holding a tall drink in one hand, she extended her other hand to greet me. The thin, but attractive girl I imagined to be in her early twenties, glanced into my eyes, then down to my chest, as we shook hands. “Rudy’s told me so much about you.”

“All good things I hope,” I smiled, letting her warm handshake continue.

“Those are beautiful,” she blurted out. Pulling her hand from mine, she reached up to caress my long earrings.

“Thanks.”

“Look Rudy; see how sexy they are. You can get me a pair just like that for my birthday!”

Rudy ignored her statement completely. It seems my brother was more intent on operating his latest purchase, a new VHS recorder, while his girlfriend continued to ogle my jewelry.

“They really do add length to your neck. That’s what I need. Mine is so short,” she lamented, letting her index finger run the length of my neck. “Do they ever get in the way when you’re… you know, making out?” Her dark eyes shifted to mine for a response.

“I really don’t know. Haven’t had a chance to…” I was somewhat taken back by her openness.

“Oh God, I’m sorry! I forgot about your husband. That was a terrible thing to say. Please forgive me?” Penny begged, affectionately running her tiny hand across my bare shoulder.

“Hey, there’s nothing to forgive. Don’t worry about it,” I smiled and returned her sign of affection with a soft hand to her cheek.

“We’re having Tom Collins; can I fix you one?” Penny offered.

“Sure, that sounds great on a day like today,” I answered, backing away from any further signs of affection. “You’ll have to give me the grand tour of this old place,” I said, as she turned back to the counter.

“I just thank God at least we have air conditioning in here. Chuck’s not so lucky.”

“Oh, is Chuck here?” I asked, fiddling with my halter strap.

“I think so. Rudy, are Chuck and Betsy still here?” Penny asked, as she topped off my drink.

“I don’t know. Is the door closed?” Rudy replied, remaining focused on the VCR.

Glancing at a closed door next to the kitchenette, Penny nodded. “Yep, still here. Must be still screwin’,” she laughed.

“Still?”

“Oh yeah. When Betsy comes over, it can be a regular marathon. In this damn heat, I can’t figure how they keep from passing out in that damn oven. HEY YOU TWO, fresh TC’s out here, if you want some!” Penny yelled.

“Be right there,” came a familiar masculine roar from beyond the door.

“As far as the guided tour, I’m afraid what you see is what there is. That door leads to a shared bathroom, and that’s about it.” Penny stated then went to join Rudy on the couch.

They started watching a rented videotape of “Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid,” as I escaped to the small bathroom for a quick touch up. By the time I returned, Chuck and Betsy were at the kitchen counter.

“BARB! Wow, I can’t believe it!” Exclaimed a shirtless Chuck heading my way. “I haven’t seen you in… like forEVER!” He added, giving me a totally unexpected hug.

With one hand clutching my purse and the other holding my drink, I couldn’t return the embrace, as his escort pornoları sweaty chest pressed hard against me. “You look fantastic,” he whispered, while his hands excitedly explored my bare shoulder blades and back.

“So do you,” I almost swooned, at feeling a man’s hands finally touching me after three months.

“Hey man, you didn’t warn me your sister was dropping by,” he declared, backing off for a better look at me. Resting his hands on my midriff, for the first time his eyes bathed in what he had only imagined for so many adolescent years. Of course his obvious glaring didn’t go unnoticed by Betsy, who cleared her throat.

I nervously moved away from his grasp to meet his girlfriend. I exchanged introductions with the pretty 20-something blonde, feeling Chuck’s eyes on my backside the whole time. “You look strangely familiar, Barb. Have we met?” Betsy asked, trying to place me.

“Nope, don’t believe so, unless Rudy has a strangely familiar family photo around here somewhere,” I returned. We traded a few more cordial observations about the heat wave, before she joined Rudy and Penny on the dilapidated couch. With her back to us, I took the opportunity to use more persuasive body language with Chuck, as we caught up on each others’ lives over the last few years. I couldn’t help but notice the clumsy, blushing boy I remembered had all but disappeared. What remained was a total rock-hard stud of 25 with the hint of a nasty twinkle in his eye.

After a bit of token beer crying regarding my current separation, our conversation got around to his graduate work. Seeing my excitement about his work, he asked if I was interested in viewing the latest additions to his portfolio. We made an unannounced exit from the others to the “oven,” a large combination studio and bedroom.

“You may want to keep that door open. There’s no A/C in here, and it can get unbearable,” Chuck warned. I shut the door anyway.

“A little heat doesn’t bother me, unless you want it open,” I said with an air of seduction, as I strode across the floor toward a huge freestanding painter’s easel.

“Wow, I still can’t believe you’re actually here, and looking like that!” He said, watching me viewing and flipping page after page of his excellent drawings.

“What do you mean? How would you expect me to dress on a steamy day like this?” I asked, with my eyes never straying from the easel.

“No, no, don’t get me wrong, Barb. You look perfect. So, what do ya think of my stuff?”

“Your “stuff” is good–VERY good, in fact. I’m quite impressed,” I added paging closer to the end of his collection. “Hmm, this is NICE. Is that Betsy?” I remarked at seeing the life-like, half-finished charcoal drawing.

Suddenly he stepped between the easel and me. “Yeah thanks, I’ve just started on it. And that’s about all there is,” he said, coaxing me away from viewing the few remaining pages.

“Why Chuck, are you hiding something I shouldn’t see?” I grinned, fully expecting to flip the page and see a nude drawing of her or worse.

“Let’s just say, I’d rather you stopped there.” He said, while I nudged him aside.

“Yeah right! After you’ve peaked my curiosity, I’m supposed to stop now?” I laughed and flipped Betsy’s drawing over. “Oh MY GOD!” I exclaimed and backed up for a better view of a full body nude charcoal rendering of me. “Oh my God,” I repeated, as my arms subconsciously crossed, at seeing a mirror image of myself.

“Damn, you hate it. I KNEW you would,” Chuck said, hanging his head. Judging from my stunned expression, he went to the easel to dispose of the drawing.

“Don’t you DARE! I won’t let you!” I demanded, pulling his arm away from the page, and wrapping it behind me. Our sides pressed together, as I continued to admire the rather erotic pose he had me in. “I LOVE IT! How did you ever get the proportions and everything so perfect?” I marveled, as I felt his hand on my bare back. “I mean we haven’t seen each other in what–three years?” His hand moved slowly up my backbone.

“Guess I just have a good memory,” he shrugged.

“I’d say a fairly well developed imagination too,” I added, bringing my hand up from my side to rub his muscular back. “I never told Donny, but I modeled in the nude for art classes back in college.”

“Oh REALLY!”

“Yeah, just on a lark, ya know. But those drawings never came close to anything like this. Hell, they didn’t even show my face. Would this be really considered a nude? I was thinking more like erotic or something. What would you call it, hmm?” I turned to him for a response.

As I completely turned to face him, our faces mere inches away from each other, his other arm wrapped around me. “I call it a poor excuse for the real thing,” he whispered. Glancing down at my open cleavage, he brushed my waist length hair behind my shoulders, and returned his eyes to meet mine.

“That’s so sweet Chuck,” I said, fixated on his deep brown eyes. “So, who else has seen this masterpiece?” I asked, letting my hands fall from his escort gaziantep pornoları back.

At first ignoring my question, he leaned in and started kissing my neck and shoulders. “No one. It’s strictly for my pleasure,” he whispered in my ear, before lightly probing it with his tongue.

This immediately sent a shiver through me and left me weak-kneed. Sensing my arousal, after biting my ear lobe, he thrust his tongue back in my ear. My fingers rimmed the waistline perimeter of his jeans until they settled on his fly.

“And just how often do you take pleasure in it?” I teased and unzipped him.

“Every chance I get,” he breathed, while I reached inside his jeans.

After having sex with bouncy Betsy for God knows how long, he was still naked underneath his jeans. I grabbed hold of his more than adequate, rock-hard dick and whipped it out. “How about taking one of those chances right now?” I teased and roughly stroked his full erection.

I continued jacking him, until I felt his fingers fumbling with the tie on my halter-top. Still gripping his thick tool, I quickly backed away. Taking one of his hands in my free one, I led it to join the gripping one.

“Ah-ah-ah, you know your little girlfriend is in the other room,” I warned, backing further away from him. Switching my focus between his eyes and his sturdy erection, I backed up until I felt the bed. “Wouldn’t want to ruin a good thing now, would you?” I purred and slinked into the bed.

Chuck jacked away, shook his head and smiled, as I endeavored to strike the same pose as in the drawing. Taking in the pungent aroma of fresh cum, I seated myself in the middle of the unmade bed. I glanced at the drawing, spread my legs open, and bent my left one at the knee. Raising my other knee, I brought a straight arm behind me for support. Leaning slightly back, I cupped my boob with the other hand. Twisting my head down a little, I looked up and generally imitated the sensual expression he depicted.

“There, how’s that?” I winked.

“Perfect! Just fucking PERFECT!” he exclaimed, jacking his cock faster.

“Even with all these clothes on?” I asked, holding the pose.

“Hey, beggars can’t be choosers,” he shrugged.

“Ya know Chuck, don’t take this the wrong way, but come to think of it, there are a couple areas that aren’t quite accurate,” I said, slowly reaching behind my neck to loosen my halter top.

“Oh really?”

“You did get the size and shape of my boobs just right,” I acknowledged and finished untying. Holding the undone halter close to my chest, I added. “You realize this is strictly for the sake of art appreciation,” I offered a vague caveat.

He licked his lips, smiled with anticipation, and nodded. I pealed the halter-top over my full, tight melons and gave them a healthy shake. “See how much bigger my nipples are?” I kept my focus on my tits, tracing the broader outline of my areolas.

“Y-yes, I can see that now,” he said, slapping his cock harder and faster.

“Umm, they get even harder and bigger, when I’m aroused,” I simmered, as I grabbed hold of each jug to smash and grind them together. I heard him take a few steps forward on the hardwood, and gave him a straight-armed command to stop. Taking a good chunk of each melon, I hoisted each one up to lick and suck. Bringing them back down, I finally looked up at him. “See how nice and big they are now,”

“Simply incredible!” He answered. Grabbing the base of his sturdy, multi-veined, nine-inch erection, he continued stroking the length of it with his other hand.

“That thing isn’t going to explode, is it?” I said, noticing the telltale signs of precum on the tip of his cockhead.

“It…it j-just might,” he stammered, as I continued to fondle my tits.

“But I haven’t shown you the other mistake you made,” I pouted.

“There’s m-MORE?” He asked, as I undid the back tie on my halter.

“Guess we don’t need this anymore,” I smiled, tossing the halter on the bed. Kicking off my sandals, I stood up on the bed, and loosened my jeans. “Once again, this is solely for art appreciation, right?” He eagerly nodded, as I squeezed out of my cut-offs. Stepping out of them, I sensuously edged my white cotton panties down and kicked them aside.

Now standing totally naked on the bed, I rested my hands on my hips, spread my legs, and proudly thrust my chest out. “There now, notice anything different?” I asked.

“Oh my GOD; you’re Superwoman!”

“No silly, besides that,” I squinted.

“Well, you’re not nearly as hairy down there as my drawing shows,” he offered.

“That’s right; and what else?” I prodded him. He shook his head. “See that line Chuck? It’s too long. Come here, let me show you.” Bending at the knees, I sat down and reassumed the erotic pose.

“OH MY GODD! That’s the pose! That’s what I was going for!” He declared.

“Okay, now pay attention,” I ignored his revelation. “See my pussy?”

“Yes Ma’am!” He dutifully replied.

“It’s not near as big or long as in your drawing.”

“Looks the same to me,” said, jacking his meat with long strokes within arms’ length of me.

“It might LOOK the same, but… here, maybe you can feel the difference,” I said, pulling his jacking hand, and prodding his finger inside my slit. “Oh MY!” I exclaimed, at feeling another person’s touch on my wet pussy. I knew right then what going without sex for three months felt like.

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A pale naked, honey blonde woman grabbed a blue towel from a stack on top of a black minifridge and started cleaning her nubile cum-covered body. Across from her, both on their knees on a king size bed was a platinum blonde with bangs and a naked muscular man. The platinum blonde’s pale skin contrasted with the caramel-colored skin of the handsome man in front of her. He was holding her small round butt tightly. They all looked around college age, the woman cleaning her body looked like the youngest, and the man the oldest, but only mid twenties at most. He had a V-shaped body with a chiseled six-pack and messy black hair. The platinum blonde was thin, wearing a frilly camisole top, but nothing below her waist.

“Are you ready to start Ashley?” The young man asked the woman in front of him.

“Not yet. You need to clean your dick,” she said looking down. “You still got Caity’s blood on you.”

“Yeah.”

A layer of dried blood had coated his large dark, half-hard phallus.

“Caity, grab me a water bottle from the mini-fridge and a towel.”

“Sure Marlon,” said the beautiful girl cleaning off her body. “Ashley where are my glasses? I can hardly see anything.”

“Let me get them for you,” she said.

Marlon released Ashley’s ass. She grabbed a pair of rimless glasses on top of a pile of clothes on the floor and handed them to Caitlyn. Then she opened the refrigerator.

“This water’s gonna be cold Marlon,” she said grabbing the plastic bottle.

“It’s fine,” he replied. Caitlyn handed Ashley a towel and she took both to Marlon. He poured water into the towel and used it to clean off his dick. He dropped the dirty towel onto the floor when he was done, took a small sip of water and offered it to the women.

“No that’s ok,” Ashley said.

“Thanks,” Caitlyn smiled as she grabbed the bottle. She took a long sip and then set it on the ground after capping the top.

“Let’s go,” Marlon said, patting the bed. Ashley got up on the sheets and lay on her back. “Caitlyn, why don’t you sit right here? You can watch Ashley lose her backdoor virginity,” Marlon said, pointing to the other side of the bed.

“Huh?” she said dubiously, as she crawled up next to them.

“He’s going to fuck me in the ass,” Ashley explained.

“Oh,” Caitlyn said with a furrowed brow. “Why?”

“She wants to try something new right?” he said, stroking his cock until it stuck out, curving up a bit towards his torso.

“Sure that’s it,” Ashley said with a laugh. “Not that I made some stupid deal with you.”

“Flip over,” he said.

“No I’m fine like this,” Ashley said.

“Suit yourself,” Marlon smirked.

“Couldn’t we do this tomorrow?” she asked, looking at his massive erection. She knew it was going to hurt, even if he went slow.

“Come on I’ll be gentle,” he said.

“Right, but I don’t know… I’m not sure it will fit,” she said.

“I haven’t even tried yet,” Marlon countered. “You just need to relax.”

“It’s tough to do with that massive thing in front of me.”

“Fine, let me help you out,” he said bending down, his lips hovering over her vulva, right above her clit.

“Ooo,” she moaned as he began to kiss her pussy.

“Are you ok?” Caitlyn asked.

“Yeah,” Ashley smiled. “You’ve never had this done to you?”

“No.”

“You’re next boyfriend should know- uhhh…”

“He should know what?” Caitlyn aasked

“How to do this. Oh yeah…” she said with a smile. Marlon licked and probed her pussy. His fingers entered her juicy slit while he licked her clitoris. “Oh yes, harder.”

“How does it feel?”

“You wanna know? I’m sure Marley could show you.”

“Oh no, that’s ok,” she said.

“Let me get your sister started, then I’ll do you next,” Marlon said.

“Umm… ok. How will this help you have sex in… in her… butt.”

“Get her all relaxed and loose. And…” Marlon pushed his pinky into Ashley’s pussy, then he held up his hand showing his wet finger. Then he lowered it down between her legs, and pushed it slowly into her asshole.

“Ooooh,” Ashley moaned, as he penetrated her.

“That’s the idea,” he said. He licked at her pussy and pushed his finger all the way. She grabbed the back of his head as he went down on her. She let go after a few minutes.

“Hey girl,” Marlon said to Caitlyn, “how bout you suck me off while I get your sister ready? Get some more practice in,” he smiled.

“Ok,” she agreed. She got on her back, perpendicular to Marlon and placed her head beneath him. She grabbed his cock, lowered it into her mouth and started licking over the purplish head.

“That’s it girl. Ok Ashley, I’m gonna gaziantep escort ilanları stretch you with a few fingers at a time,” Marlon said, holding up his hand with a smile, his ring finger folded back.

“Go for it,” she said with a laugh. He pushed his hand between her legs. His index and middle finger went into her wet pussy and his pinky finger went into her ass. He used his thumb to rub her clit.

“Oooo yeah,” she moaned. He pushed his hand back and forth into both of her holes.

“Ok let’s try another one.” Marlon moved his ring finger into her ass.

“Oooh,” she moaned. He added another finger every few minutes until he had fit all of his fingers from one hand into her asshole. “Oh fuck,” she swore as he pushed back and forth.

“Relax your ass. You’re squeezing too tight. “

“I’m trying.”

Marlon licked at her pussy as he pushed his fingers deeper. She felt her neck and face become hot after being completely stretched while he pushed his hand back and forth into her butt all while nibbling and licking her clit.

Caitlyn was still between Marlon’s legs, sucking on the big tip of his cock and keeping him hard.

“Oh yeah,” Ashley said. “Keep going.”

Marlon started moving his tongue faster. A warm feeling grew more intense and then pulsed over her body.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuck!” she cried as an orgasm overtook her. She felt it all over, echoing in waves of pleasure. She shivered and convulsed, her pussy was trembling. It was quite powerful until she came down from the amazing feeling.

“There you go,” Marlon said, pulling back his mouth. When she was finished she saw Marlon standing over her, his rock hard dick sticking out. Caitlyn was stroking him.

“Wait, not yet. Get that lube Caity,” Ashley said, pointing to Marlon’s bag. “You gotta cover the whole thing,” she said firmly as she pushed herself up a bit, watching her sister look for the lube in her brother’s duffle bag.

“Here,” Caity said from the side of the bed, holding out the tube of lubrication.

“Come up here,” Marlon said, tapping the bed. “You do the honors.”

“Ok,” Caity replied.

“Put a lot,” Ashley said as her sister squirted a dollop onto her hand.

“Is this enough?”

“More.”

Caitlyn squirted about another half teaspoon onto her hand.

“Ok that’s good.”

Ashley watched her sister Caitlyn spread the thick substance over his cock. His dick seemed to be growing even more, curving up and almost pulsing. Caitlyn spread the lube all across the impressive length of his thick piece of meat.

“That’s enough girl, thanks,” Marlon said.

“Sure.”

The dark surface of his dick now glistened with shiny lubricating gel. It looked huge, beautiful, and also a bit scary. He lined up the tip to Ashley’s ass, poising it as if he was waiting for a signal.

“Ok Marlon go sl-” Ashley stopped as he began to push inside. “Ahh,” she grimaced.

“I will,” he said.

“I think it’s too big,” Caitlyn said. She was watching intently.

“It’ll fit,” Marlon countered.

“Uh!” Ashley cried as he pushed deeper. It felt different than his fingers. Not as rigid but, still that feeling of being full and having to pass something out, while instead allowing it to enter.

“You ok?” he asked.

She breathed heavy. “How much is in?”

“Just the head,” he said. “Are you ready for more?”

“Really? Oh god,” she replied. He slipt another inch inside.

“Wow,” Caitlyn said with wide eyes.

“Damn that looks beautiful,” Marlon smiled.

“I’m not sure how much I can take,” Ashley said with a grimace.

“Still got a ways to go,” he said. She felt him push again. Every bit of him that entered was expanding her colon.

“Woah, woah,” she said, pushing her hand to his hip. She looked down his rock hard abs to the base of his dick.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked.

“No, it just felt really… um deep,” she explained.

“I’m almost halfway in,” he said.

“Oh shit,” she swore. “Hold on for a second.”

“You need to relax,” he said.

“Just saying that is not gonna make it happen,” she replied.

“Ok let me try something.”

“Woah.” She felt his thick member retreating. Her stepbrother was pulling his hips back. Then he pushed forward again.

“Ah,” she cried.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s ok.” He entered and then back again, nearly popping free of her ass. “Oh wow,” she said.

“How does it feel?” Caitlyn said.

“It’s hard to… to explain.”

“Does it feel bad?”

“No, just different,” gaziantep escort bayan ilanları she said.

“Marlon rested his hand between Ashley’s legs, on her shaved pussy, with his thumb over her pink button. He began to rub as he fucked her ass.

“Oh my god,” Ashley said.

“What?” Caitlyn asked.

“He’s rubbing my clit,” she said.

“Your what?”

“Her clit. Here,” Marlon said, pushing his finger between Caitlyn’s legs.

“Oh,” she blushed.

“Why don’t you lay down and rub yourself?” Marlon said to Caitlyn.

“Oh, um I don’t like doing that in front of people,” Caitlyn said.

“Even after all we’ve done together, you’re still embarrassed?”

She shrugged.

“Marlon, how about you show her your tongue?” Ashley asked.

“Ok.”

“What do you mean?”

“Get your ass up here,” he said, patting a spot next to Ashley.

“Um.. ok”

She moved her butt next to Ashley’s head.

“But Ashley-“

“Don’t worry girl,” he said.

He leaned down to Caitlyn’s her pussy lips and began to lick slowly.

“Oh my,” she said.

“Good huh?” Ashley asked.

“It kinda tickles.”

“Bud do you like it?”

“Yeah.”

Marlon sucked and licked over Caitlyn’s clit, as he rocked his cock back and forth into Ashley’s tight ass.

“Fuck,” Ashley cried.

“You’re doing good girl,” Marlon said. Then he pressed the flat of his tongue against Caitlyn’s pussy, licking up until the tip pressed against her slick pink pearl.

“Oooo my,” she moaned.

He began fucking Ashley’s ass a bit faster as she began to use her middle finger across her sweet spot.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her head rolling back.

“It feels good?” Caitlyn said.

“So good,”Ashley said, her eyes closing firmly.

“Ah!” she said when she felt his hips hit her ass, and his balls slap against her.

“Take it all bitch,” Marlon grinned.

“That’s mean,” Caitlyn said.

“What?”

“Calling her the b word,” Caitlyn said with a frown.

“It’s like a pet name,” Ashley grinned.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Marlon smiled, kissing Caitlyn’s pussy.

“Ok, I guess. Just sounds kinda weird.”

Marlon pushed his tongue across Caitlyn’s clit a bit more firmly.

“Ooo!’ she moaned loudly.

“You’re both my bitches,” he said.

Caitlyn’s brow was furrowed as she looked at Marlon, her mouth wide as she moaned, his tongue deftly plunging into her pussy and then licking up over her clit.

“You getting close?” Marlon asked.

“Uh huh.” Caitlyn was breathing hard.

“I want you to cum all over my tongue. You do that for me girl?”

“Yes.”

He licked hard, his tongue flicking and twitching onto Caitlyn’s pussy as he plunged into Ashley’s ass.

“Fuckin come for me bitch, cum in my mouth,” he said. His tongue was flopping up and down over her slippery pink button. Ashley was watching her stepbrother lick like he was ravenous between her legs. His tongue was plunging in and out and then up and down her clit. Her sister was moaning loudly, her chest heaving, her large tits rising and falling, as her neck and face became red. She was moaning loudly and holding fast on the bed until she cried out.

“Ohhhhhh,” her voice was high as she shook the bed with tremors.

“I… I came,” she said with a sigh.

“Good girl,” he smiled at Caitlyn. “Your sister’s pussy tastes like strawberry cream,” he said with a grin, looking at Ashley. His soulpatch was covered in pussy juices. “Time we finish this.” Marlon sank deep into Ashley’s anal canal his balls slapping her ass.

“Oh fuck!” she swore. He rocked his hips back and forth against her ass.

“Bitch, I’m gonna open up that tight ass.”

She could tell by how he was moving and how he was speaking that he was close. So was she. She licked her lips and held her legs apart.

“Oh shit, fuck me daddy! Oh god, oh god-” Ashley was feeling warm again, her neck flush, she felt like her body was on fire. The intensity and size of his cock in her ass was such that she felt it pressing through her colon, causing quakes along the walls of her pussy.

“Oh god!” she cried and began convulsing. This came on her suddenly, like the flood gates of a dam were swung wide. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back as she squirted and cried out. Marlon covered her mouth as her cries became even louder. It was more intense than she’d ever felt before. A transcendent feeling of pure pleasure came over her, while her pussy was fluttering and her asshole was spread wide by her stepbrother’s massive escort bayan gaziantep ilanları rod. When she came to her senses, she saw Caitlyn was looking down at her.

“What happened? Are you ok?” she asked.

“Oh god, that was amazing,” Ashley said with a laugh.

“You had an orgasm?”

“More than an orgasm, that was… wow,” she smiled. “Ooo,” she moaned as she felt Marlon slip deeper.

“Didn’t know you were a squirter,” he said.

“I never have before,” she said with surprise. “Ooo,” she said as he thrust back and forth with vigor. “Oh my god,” she cried. She held her knees apart, trying not to clench.

He was still fucking her asshole as he wiped clean his mouth with the back of his hand and looked into her eyes. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, kissing his lips. She was surprised with the taste of his mouth, hints of her sister’s juices. She put those thoughts out of her mind as he pulled away with a smile and pushed up her camisole, so he could put his lips on her small breasts. His mouth sucked particularly hard against her right nipple.

“Ahh…”

“Fuck girl, you’re ass can really take it,” he said.

“Holy shit,” she moaned, as he pushed deep.

“I’m almost there,” Marlon said.

Her sphincter felt hot as her stepbrother’s long dick plunged in and out.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can last Marley. Uh! Your black dick is so big.”

“You’re taking it like a pro,” he grinned, inches from her face.

She pulled him closer and kissed his thick lips, but this time no hints of her sister. He kissed back, parting her lips, tongue plunging into her mouth to dance over hers. ThenHhe pulled his head back and plunged deep, his balls slapping against her ass loudly.

“Fuck!” she swore.

“Take that dick bitch,” he said.

“Oh my god. Uh! Your fucking dick is destroying my ass.”

“You ok Ashley?” Caitlyn said with concern.

The platinum blond covered her sister’s mouth.

“Fuck my ass daddy, give me all your cum,” Ashley said.

He kept thrusting, her moans high and pitched.

“Bitch you really want it?”

“Please daddy, cum down my throat.”

He rocked his hips back and forth, his thick cock piercing into her tight asshole as he grunted feverishly. Her ass felt like it was pulling him back, trying to keep him inside, but when he finally pulled out it felt like she was gaping.

“Come here,” he said.

She rushed towards his cock as he pressed the tip to her lips and he groaned, a burst shooting into her mouth. She held it there and he shot again. He kept going, nearly filling her mouth before she swallowed it down.

“Damn…” Marlon smiled and lay back. Caitlyn was looking intently at her sister.

“Why’d you swallow it?” she asked.

“It doesn’t taste terrible,” Ashley said, cleaning her teeth with her tongue, savoring the unique flavor of her stepbrother. “Pretty good actually,” she grinned.

“Why were you saying all that… stuff Ashley? I’ve never heard you talk like… Well yeah I’ve heard you curse, but never like that before.” Caitlyn lay down next to Marlon on one side and Ashley on the other.

“It’s just dirty talk,” she said. “I don’t mean everything I said.”

“You sound like you meant it,” Caitlyn said as she rubbed her hand across Marlon’s bicep and nestled into his shoulder.

“Oh she does,” Marlon chuckled.

“Fuckin’ Marley,” she said with a wan smile. She gave his wide muscular chest a slap.

He laughed. Ashley grabbed his arm in an embrace and draped her leg around his.

“Looks like you got another fan,” Ashley said, looking how Caitlyn was holding Marlon on the other side.

“Remember, this isn’t gonna turn into a relationship or anything,” Marlon said.

“I know,” Caitlyn said. “Still I… I kinda wish I did this sooner.”

“What do you mean?” Ashley said.

“I mean… I didn’t know sex could feel this good till today.”

“With the right person,” Ashley said. She grabbed her stepbrother’s now flaccid, but still impressive dick. “This helps too,” she smiled.

Caitlyn smiled and Marlon chuckled. Ashley dropped his cock and grabbed his large balls, feeling stubble across his tight scrotum. Caitlyn rubbed her hand back and forth along the hills and valleys of his muscular torso. Marlon folded his hands behind his head with a sigh. The three step siblings lay there for several minutes, in a post-coital afterglow, until Ashley broke the silence.

“We should probably go upstairs and take a shower before mom comes back.”

“Ok,” Caitlyn said.

“Sophia made breakfast if you want anything,” Ashley said, as she pushed herself up using her stepbrother’s muscular chest.

“Hell yeah girl,” Marlon said, giving Ashley’s ass a slap when she got off the bed.

“Ok see you upstairs later.” She pulled up her pajama bottoms as her sister dressed.

“See you upstairs Marlon,” Caitlyn said with a sweet smile. “I’m just gonna go… wash your… stuff off.”

He gave her a nod and a smile as they walked away.

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“Hurry mom, I’m gonna be late!” Olivia yelled as she waited for her mom at the bottom of the stairs.

Her mother, Ashley, was a single mother, having had Olivia at just 19 years old. Olivia’s dad left town almost immediately after finding out Ashley was pregnant. Her mother had always told her to stay away from older guys, but naturally, she didn’t listen.

Ashley ran down the steps, slipping and catching herself on the last stair as she usually did. Their loft apartment wasn’t big, but it was enough space for the two of them. Ashley, now 26, had come far in the past few years. She went from a dead-end restaurant job, to now working as a property manager, overseeing 15 different properties in the area. She was able to escape her mother’s 2 bedroom house and finally get a place of her own for Olivia and herself. There was, however, one thing missing.

Due to the hustle of the past few years, Ashley had let her love life come to a screeching halt. After having Olivia, half of her friends stopped keeping in touch, and the other half either got married or moved to the West Coast. For the most part, she was okay with this, as she was quite busy. She had made many positive changes in her life over the past year for herself and Olivia. One thing she couldn’t change however was her proclivity to be late for everything.

“Let’s go! Out the door. Hurry, hurry!” Ashley exclaimed as she pushed Olivia out the door, closing and locking it behind her. They jogged to the car, trying not to slip on the fresh coat of black ice the freezing temperatures of the night had left behind. They rushed into the car, covered with a reflective coating of ice, started the engine, and blasted the heat toward the windshield. Realizing this was going to take more time than they had, she rushed out and started scraping like her life depended on it. And while her life did not truly depend on it, Olivia’s perfect attendance at the Oak Ridge Private School did.

Ashley was always a little shorter than other girls. She didn’t mind as this had allowed her to do all the stunts in her high school cheerleading days. It also kept her closer to the ground when she would slip on the bottom step of their apartment. She had naturally blonde hair and pretty blue eyes that seemed to glow in the sunlight. She had put a little weight on in the past few years, but it fit her well.

As they pulled up to the school, Ashley quickly got out and swung around to help Olivia out, grabbing her backpack and rushing her to the front door. They were 5 minutes late, and Ashley was stressed knowing she would have to talk her way out of Olivia being tardy. Her scholarship was dependent on maintaining attendance and certainly not being late. They were let in by the door monitor and rushed to the front office where Ashley began apologizing profusely to the heavy-set woman that sat in her rolling chair across from them.

“This is the fourth time this month, you two must start getting here on time! The bell already rang and this will only serve as a distraction to the other children!” the heavy-set woman said condescendingly.

“I know, I know! This is the last time, I promise!” Ashley begged.

“I’ll let it slide once more. But only this one time!” the woman continued, “and we would very much appreciate it if you made it to the PTA meeting tonight.” The woman pulled her glasses slightly down her nose and sneered up at Ashley. “For Olivia’s sake.”

If there was one thing Ashley despised it was the PTA meetings. But if it meant keeping Olivia at her school, she would go. In the past two years at this school, she had only attended one meeting. Unsurprisingly, she was the youngest parent there and had had no voice when it came to the decision making. She tried to say something once, but was quickly spoken over by a witch of a woman named Sandy.

Tonight, Olivia was staying at her grandmother’s house and Ashley was able to make it to the meeting. She pulled into the school parking lot, this time 5 minutes early which was a first for her. She got out of her car and headed towards the door. Her jacket barely kept her warm with the wind chill creating sub-freezing temperatures. A single light above the main entrance door buzzed as she approached the door. She grabbed the handle, pulled open the door, and headed inside. The warmth of the building felt nice as she made her way to the auditorium.

There was a healthy number of parents there tonight. As she expected, many of the mothers gossipped in the corner by the stage. A few of the dads were engaged sat in the front row, waiting for leadership to kick off the night. The other dads, whose wives gossipped, sat a few rows back, watching the football game on their phone.

Ashley made her way down the aisle and sat on an end seat about 7 rows back. To her left was a dad she recognized but had never spoken to, although she wished she had. He remained staring down at his phone as she took off her jacket and placed it on her lap. What was his name? Brian? Whatever his name was, he was hot as hell. He had to have gaziantep masaj salonları been around 6 and a half feet tall and no older than 40. The collar of his button down shirt came through his navy blue sweater. His brown hair was slicked back. Ashley came to realization that she was staring after too many passing seconds.

“Can I help you?” Brian asked without even looking up from his phone.

“Huh? Me?” Ashley replied, slightly shocked.

“Yeah you,” he said, turning his head to see who his admirer was. His eyes widened a little bit as he was hardly expecting a girl as pretty as Ashley. And she did look quite pretty tonight. The cold from outside had rosied-up her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, however this was probably just tears from the windchill.

“I don’t remember seeing you here before,” he said as he clicked off his phone with his thumb, giving her his full attention. “Are you a new teacher or something?”

“No, no. My daughter goes here,” Ashley blurted out. “I’m just not usually into this type of thing.”

“Not into what? Supporting your child’s academic endeavors?” He looked sternly at her and she started to appear uncomfortable. “Relax, I’m fucking with you.”

Suddenly, Ashley’s phone slipped from her hand and fell at her feet. They both reached down, and her hand covered his. It felt nice. Soft, but also rough. She resisted the urge to keep her hand on his and quickly pulled it back.

“Thank you,” she said as he handed her the phone. They both smiled at each other as she slumped back into her chair, slightly embarrassed.

A woman she recognized as Sandy started walking up the aisle, she looked annoyed.

“Are you really sitting all the way back here?” her arms were crossed as she snapped at Brian. “Get up. We’re going to the front.” Sandy completely ignored Ashley.

She stormed back down the aisle back to front of the auditorium as Brian started to get up.

Brian looked down to Ashley, “Well, duty calls. Nice meeting you, uh…”

“Ash…Ashley,” she said.

“Well Ashley, I’ll see you around.”

Ashley stood up, making space in the narrow row for him to exit. As Brian tried to scoot past her his back was to her as he shuffled left, his ass rubbing against her front. He smelled good.

The meeting started and, as expected, was not something Ashley was even remotely interested in. There was arguing, laughing, plans being made, trips scheduled, all of which Ashley paid no mind to as she couldn’t get Brian out of her mind. She stared at the back of his head from her seat.

“Alright everyone. We’re going to take a quick break and be back in 10 minutes.” the president of the PTA announced. “Coffee, donuts, and fresh fruit in the back.”

Ashley stood up to stretch her legs. It had already been 45 minutes. She got up, and headed out of the auditorium to go use the restroom. She walked past the coffee table and into the empty corridor, the heavy auditorium doors shutting behind her. She walked into one of the one unlocked restroom they had for the night. She peed and washed her hands. As she went to pull the door open, a familiar face began to push. Ashley and Brian locked eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” He smiled at her.

Ashley was once again embarrassed. “I guess, I’ll see you back in there then.” Ashley played it cool, but secretly loved the idea of being alone together right now.

As she was about to exit the bathroom and head back, Brian started to speak. “Or as an alternative option, you could close the door. Lock it. Turn around and let me you right here.”

Ashley couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her heart started to pound. She felt her pussy starting to get wet. The room was spinning. Was this really happening?

She slowly turned around to see Brian leaning against the sink like a modern day James Dean.

She was in a trance. His trance. She pushed the door closed with her back, and slowly brought her hand up to turn the lock. She fumbled with it as she couldn’t stop staring at Brian’s beautiful eyes. She really started to examine his body, from the bottom of his dark jeans, to the bulge in his pants, and up his chest. She wanted him bad. But wait, what about his wife?

She blurted out, “Your wife!”

“Ex-wife,” he responded, smiling back at her.

With the door locked, they both immediately started taking off their shirts. They only had 10 minutes, and time was ticking. Her long-sleeve t-shirt came off quickly, leaving her standing there with her red bra squeezing her tits tight to her chest.

His undershirt and sweater flew over his head, revealing a tight and toned body. His abs were out of a magazine and his biceps were loaded guns. Her breathing quickened. Her pussy felt full.

She fell into him as he towered over her. He easily lifted her half-naked body up from the ground and placed her on the sink counter. Ashley thrust her tongue into his mouth as his hands gaziantep masaj salonları escortları gripped her waist. He squeezed tight and she squealed, biting his lip. His hands ran from her waist to her back, his middle fingers fitting perfectly in her back dimples. He pulled her closer to him. She was on the edge of the counter, and could feel his cock pushing and pulsing through his tight jeans into her groin.

Ashley always enjoyed the feeling of being submissive. The feeling of a man taking control felt raw and hot, even though she knew that she was the one really in charge.

“Please, Daddy,” Ashley whispered into Brian’s ear. That word always made her sexual partners go crazy, and with Brian, it was no exception.

Brian unhooked her bra as they continued to kiss intensely. His hands pulled the straps away from her shoulders and it started to fall down her arms. Her breasts stood out from her chest and she pushed them against Brian’s chest, he could feel her hard nipples poking into him. She threw her head back as she pushed into him harder. Brian continued to kiss her, leaning into her ear and sucking her ear lobes. His heavy breathing gave her chills. He continued down from her ear to her neck and playfully bit.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispered as they embraced.

“I’m clean and snipped.” he smiled and chuckled back to her.

Brian then reached down to her jeans and started to undo the button that led to her pussy. At the same time, her right hand reached to the outline of his cock straining his jeans and rubbed intensely back and forth. With her pants undone, Brian placed his palm against her belly button and slid his hand down over her freshly shaven mound, until he reached her clitoris. With two fingers, he rubbed in a circular motion. Ashley couldn’t take it and started to hump his hand. This pushed her jeans further down and over her ass. The more she humped, the further his hand moved down until he had two soaking wet fingers finding their way into her slit and deep in her vagina. Ashley let out a gasp and a soft moan.

Knock Knock. Someone was at the door.

“Occupied!” Brian yelled out.

As much as Ashley didn’t want to stop, the fear of getting caught in here allowed her to compose herself quickly. Brian looked at her and put a finger up to his mouth, motioning her to stay quiet. She jumped off the counter and buttoned her pants and rinsed off their hands. They both grabbed their shirts and swiftly put them back on. They waited a few minutes, hoping the coast would be clear after the unknown person got tired of waiting or used one of the other restrooms.

Brian unlocked the door and briefly looked around before signaling to Ashley that it was clear. They both made their way back to the auditorium, Brian staying a few steps behind so as to not look like they were just having sex in the bathroom. They stopped at the coffee table.

“Are you free tonight?” Brian asked, obviously still looking to get some. “I usually have some of the other dads over for a beer after these things.”

Ashley was just as horny and one way or another she would be getting off on that dick tonight. She smiled at him but didn’t answer, trying to play it cooler than she had earlier in the night. Brian grabbed a napkin from the coffee table, took a pen from the suggestion box that sat next to the kettle, and wrote his address down.

“Up to you,” he said, giving her another wink with his blue eyes. He started to walk down the aisle, as Sandy gazed back from the front row, looking upset. Ashley however was not paying attention to this, but rather his ass in those jeans. That sweet, sweet ass. Was she really going to go over tonight? She wanted to, oh boy did she want to, but did she really want to be just a booty call for someone she’d just met tonight and would no doubt see in the future?

Ashley didn’t bother staying for the second half. They already saw me, she thought, I’m probably good, right? She braved the cold and left the school. She got in her car and took the side streets back to her cozy apartment. It was just about 7:45 PM. Tomorrow was her day off, and she usually would end the night by drinking a glass of chardonnay and watching whatever the top Netflix option was that day. Tonight was different though, and Ashley had a new option. But whether she would go or not, she still didn’t know. On one hand, she wanted Brian’s dick. On the other, well, she couldn’t quite think of a reason not to go.

Ashley had not had sex for at least the past 7 months. She’d been so wrapped up with work that she was relying heavily on her vibrator. With OIivia staying at grandma’s house, this night was for Ashley and Ashley alone. Noticing that she had no bottles of chardonnay left in her makeshift wooden wine rack, she decided the decision was made for her right there.

She freshened up, brushing her hair and throwing it into a cute top bun. She put on some fresh makeup, put her coat back on, and left the masaj salonları gaziantep apartment. She was going.

Ashley once again braved the cold night. In just that short amount of time, it felt like the wind had gotten stronger, and the temperature continued to drop. It hurt for her to breathe in the icy air. She got into her car, plugged Brian’s address into her phone, and navigated her way through town. As she drove, the houses got bigger, and the No Solicitation signs increased in number. She hadn’t been in this part of town before. She then pulled up to a beautiful white brick house, reminiscent of the movie Home Alone. She noticed there were about 3 other cars parked in the horseshoe driveway that led to the front door.

Ashley parked her car and waited for a few minutes as she confirmed the address. Her stomach grumbled, partly due to nerves and partly due to the fact she hadn’t eaten dinner. She proceeded to get out of the car, holding on to the car door and trying not to slip on the ice. She shuffled her way to the front door and rang the doorbell.

After a few seconds, Brian opened the door with a glass of beer in hand.

“I was hoping you’d end up here tonight,” he said with a smile. “Come on in, I’ll introduce you to the guys.”

As Ashley entered through the door, into a large foyer with a beautiful staircase. She assumed all of the parents that sent their kids to Oak Ridge had money, but this was next level. He shut the door behind her.

Ashley followed him into the kitchen where three other men stood around the table, laughing and drinking their beers. As Brian did before, all of these other men looked slightly familiar, and she had seen them before, probably at other meetings in the past. Two of the men appeared similar in age to Brian, while one man with silver hair was likely in his early 50’s, but no older. They were all handsome. Quite handsome actually, and Ashley always did like the daddy-type.

“Guys, this is Ashley,” he introduced her as he stood behind her and grabbed her shoulders. She liked feeling his touch again. It made her pussy feel full like before.

“Hi,” she lifted her hand up and gave an awkward wave. The guys were all smiling at her like they knew something. And in a twisted way, she was hoping they did.

The man with the silver hair held out his hand, he had big eyebrows, and a sculpted jawline. Something about him reminded her of James Bond, only without the British accent.

“Hi there, Jack. Pleasure.” The silver haired man shook her hand, still smiling. The other guys on the other side of the kitchen island introduced themselves as well.

“Kevin,” said one of the dads with what appeared to be a long Viking-like beard and a hell of a dad bod.

“Jason,” said the other, with his dark skin and head shaved into a buzz cut. She would’ve guessed he was a Marine.

Ashley and the four men stood around the island. There was a few seconds of silence, before Brian jumped over to the fridge to grab a beer for Ashley. The room then lightened up a bit.

“So Ashley,” Kevin said, “You have a kid at Oak Ridge? You can’t be more than what? 22? 24?”

“26 actually,” she shot back at him. She always felt she looked on the younger side, but 22 was a bit of a stretch. “I had my daughter young.” Kevin gave her a nod.

The group continued to talk, letting Ashley get acquainted with the other men. They discussed their lives, their kids, and what they all did for work. Ashley was right about Jason being in the Marines, or at least he had been in the Marines. One thing she recognized was that all conversation usually ended up about her. They all seemed quite interested, even with the more mundane aspects of her life. She liked the attention. In fact, Ashley really enjoyed the attention she was getting. Brian stood beside her, and would often place his hand on the small of her back.

After a few minutes, silence hit the group again. In the silence, the men looked at Brian, and he looked down to Ashley.

“So we were thinking…” Brian started. Ashley half-knew what he was about to get at and she was here for it. “How would you feel about all of us getting a taste of you?”

And there it was. Ashley wasn’t mad. No, in fact she was very turned on by this proposition. She wasn’t sure what type of swinger group she’d stumbled into tonight, but she was ready for it, whatever it was. She had worked so hard over the past few years, and felt that she deserved a little fun tonight.

Ashley looked around at the guys in the kitchen. They were all unsure how she would react to this. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst. She then looked up to Brian with wide eyes and smiled.

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” she said, grinning happily.

“Well gentlemen, should we take this party somewhere a little more cozy?” Brian gestured to the group. Brian took Ashley by the hand and walked her to the basement door. The rest of the men followed, with Jack already starting to take off his shirt. This didn’t seem like a new experience to them.

As they made their way down the stairs, the basement dramatically opened up. The walls were a combination of red brick and white plaster. Two red couches sat opposite of one another. In between them, multiple ottomans were placed creating a makeshift king-sized bed. There was a large stereo speaker that Brian quickly turned on from his phone. It started to play some type of lo-fi beats that Ashley didn’t recognize.

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“We need to talk.”

Willow can’t believe she’s the one starting this talk. She was planning on letting the awkwardness blow over on its own, pretending it didn’t happen until she moved out so she’d never have to confront it again — yet here she stands in Hunter’s doorway, hugging herself to stay warm in spite of standing directly under the AC vent. Giving him head bothered her more than she thought but not in the way she expected.

She’d had to make herself cum four times just to get her head on straight for this conversation.

Hunter doesn’t say a word. He reclines on his bed, one hand behind his head, the other under the blanket that covers the lower half of his body. Is she interrupting something? She can’t stop a glance at the cover hanging over his raised knee — there isn’t even a whisper of a bulge, let alone movement. Damn it. Is she wrong? Is Hunter not…?

Willow wills herself to take a step forward. “Um… are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t I be?” His only reaction is a lazy blink, like the acknowledgement of a cat patiently waiting for her to finish so it can go back to its nap.

“No!…I mean, yes!” Her voice is too panicky, too shrill. She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “I… don’t know.”

“I can tell.” The corner of his lip twitches in tandem with the sparkle in his eye. “You seem a little frazzled. You good, Will?”

She huffs, folding her arms over her chest. She doesn’t realize that she’s pushing her breasts up in her tank top, adding more cleavage for him to see — if he’s looking. Is he looking? Why does she care? “I’m fine. But apparently, so are you! And that’s not okay –“

“Why not?”

“Because!” She flaps her hands, more to give them something to do than anything else. “I –” Oh right, Daddy’s asleep in his room just half a room away. She lowers her voice to a strained whisper, trying to yell without actually yelling. “I sucked your dick today, Hunter! I’m your sister, and I sucked your dick! Doesn’t that bother you at all?!”

He gestures that she should come sit down. She half-obeys, walking to his bed but not lowering herself to it. A smirk flashes across his face at her inherent brattiness — she never was the kind to obey orders. “Should it?”

“I’m your sister!”

“What’s your point?”

Is he really this dense, or is he just being a little shit? Willow scowls at him, her face heating up at the sheer discomfort tingling every nerve in her body. “It’s not — we shouldn’t — you shouldn’t be so chill about this! It’s not normal for a brother and a sister to – to –“

“You don’t think I should be so cool with you kneeling in front of me, desperate to suck my cock?”

It’s not his words that make Willow gasp — it’s the way he, in one single motion, both throws the blanket back as his hand shoots out to grab her wrist and drag her over him. Without thinking, she straddles his escort karkamış lap like she did in her computer chair just a few hours ago. The bulge she’d sneakily sought out presses against her inner thigh, separated from her hot pussy from only the thin nylon of his shorts. He pulls her closer, presses their chests together until her tits squish almost painfully against his pecs, and whispers so softly that she feels the words, hot against her lips, more than she hears them.

“You think I shouldn’t like the way you kissed me like you needed it more than air? You think it’s wrong to want me as bad as you clearly do?” She hems and haws, attempting to at least stammer her way through an explanation, but he doesn’t let her finish. “Well, why would I think it’s wrong? I want you too, Wills. I want you more than any woman in the world. Getting to touch you, to feel you today… I’ve never felt more alive.”

Willow tries to speak again, but Hunter silences her by capturing her bottom lip between his. This kiss is different from the kiss from earlier today. That one had been rough, hungry, primal in its need — this…this is soft. Gentle. Slow. She shudders under his touch as he runs his hands all over her body, feeling every inch of her, discovering her truly for the first time. Her own fingers explore the curves of his neck, the sharp line of his collar, the stern strength of his sternum. After a moment, she rests both of her hands on his pecs, a place they seem content to stay for now.

A sharp pleading whimper pushes itself against her as his hips move beneath her, his throbbing cock slipping back and forth against her. She can’t hold still any longer. Her hips throw themselves back and forth. She forces herself farther down against him, slipping her hips back so her clit can rub more easily against him. Pleasure shoots into her core with every scrape of his head against her nub, and she groans, an almost vulgar sound that, despite her job as a camgirl, she has never made before. “Hunter,” she sighs around his lips, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him even closer. “More, please? F-feels good…”

“I want you, Willow.” His groan is as vulgar as hers, as deep and hungry as she always yearned to hear Carter get. His eyes drift closed, burying his bright green eyes behind soft lids. He lowers his head to lavish the crook of her neck with kisses and soft suckling. His hands slide down her back until they grip her ass cheeks, his fingers sinking into the fatty flesh so he can lift her. She throws her head back forward to stare at him with need and confusion. “Why..?” she whimpers, thrusting her hips against his hands in a desperate plea for him to let her back down, to rub her pussy against that throbbing cock.

He offers her a cheeky smile, a familiar smile, the smile he always gives when he’s about to do karkamış escort bayan something she doesn’t expect. She can feel him again, but it is no longer the long firm rod she’d been stroking so eagerly. It is firm still, but pliable — and it pushes against her pussy lips with a determination that both arouses and terrifies her. She can’t stop the panic that bubbles up, terror at a new experience she mimicked intimately with various toys for her virtual audience but has never actually participated in. She is terrified — but ready, oh so ready. “Be gentle, Hunter,” she whispers, forcing herself to hold perfectly still.

Hunter would never hurt her.

Her hands slid up to his shoulders, fingers tightly gripping him to keep herself steady as the pressure intensifies between her thighs. First the head slides inside, much broader and thicker than it felt in her mouth earlier today. She inhales sharply, not quite a gasp, not quite a wince of pain. There is…some pain. A light stinging, burning as her walls rush to stretch around him. He inches further and further, deeper and deeper, so slowly that it is almost maddening. In spite of the stinging pain, there is more pleasure — but this is different than her fingers or toys, or even grinding against him. This is deeper. Far more intense. Better.

She tries to keep the noises that urge to spring forth buried, but the father down she slides on his massive cock, the harder it becomes to stay silent. She can’t do it anymore — if Daddy hears her, he can put on headphones or something to block it out. A whimper, shrill and soft and keening with both pain and pleasure, whispers into his ear. He moves her again, and again she whines, a little louder this time. The concept of being ‘full’ was teased when he pumped her belly full of cum a few hours ago — but this is completely different. She understands it perfectly now. She can feel every inch of him as intimately as if he is a part of her, every pulse, every throb. It feels almost like he’s rippling inside her, and somehow, she knows to squeeze.

Her brother groans loudly and pulls her tighter against his chest. He grinds her down on his cock, as finally, finally, she nestles in his lap again — though it’s quite different this time. His head presses against something deep inside her, his length pulsing against spots she didn’t know she had but is now extremely aware of. It feels…fuck, it feels incredible.

“How does it feel?”

She stares into his emerald eyes, only somewhat visible beneath his lids, chest heaving as she pants from the intensity of it all. ‘Good’ is the only word she can think of, but it’s not even close to right. She chooses to respond, not with words, but instead tightening her grip on his shoulders so she can lift herself up. Slowly, carefully, in case he slips out of her — but she karkamış escort doesn’t have to worry about that. She only manages halfway up his cock before the pleasure is too intense. Her legs tremble against his, weak with stimulation, so she lets herself go to slip all the way back down in a smooth motion. That was how she’d seen porn stars do it — faster, harder, better.

Is that possible? It already feels amazing.

“More,” she pleads past a moan, louder than she expected, far too desperate. But she doesn’t care. She wants to feel him moving inside her. Already the coil of orgasm tightens deep in her core, already threatening to explode inside her, but she doesn’t want to cum yet. Not yet. Not before he fucks her, good and proper, like a big brother should.

He presses his lips back to hers — but this time, there is no slow exploration. This time, he plunders her. The kiss is frantic, hungry, impatient. He palms her plush ass and lifts her again off his cock, just to drive back into her with one smooth motion. After a pause to let her trembling pass, he does it again. And again. At first nothing but spaced out, deliberate, full thrusts that drive his cock home into her cunt. Each one results in a wet slap of skin on skin that echoes through his small room.

His hips buck and his hands move her, his deliberate thrusting turning to reckless abandon. Willow tries to keep the rhythm, tries to allow her body to move for her, her deeply buried instincts to take control — but he pumps his cock into her needy, inviting cunt with no rhythm, no thought. Every time he lifts her, even if he doesn’t fully leave her pussy, she can’t bear it and throws herself back down. She moans with every thrust of her hips and sighs with contentment every time he fills her again.

“Aah! Hunter!” Another slam, tears an even shriller cry from her — she tries to beg again, beg for more, more, more, but her entire body is aflame with the searing inferno of lust and the coil inside her winds tighter and tiger and every move he makes hits a new spot that makes her mad with lust and god there right there right fucking there

She doesn’t hear the scream of pure ecstasy that tears itself from her very soul, a shuddering wail that echoes around the small room. She doesn’t know that Hunter’s name burns across her tongue, flies from her lips, the single word simultaneously thanking him and begging him for more. Her body sings and thumbs with pleasure for him as liquid warmth blooms inside her. The first jet is powerful, barely contained. Each pulse of his cock brings another gush of thick, sticky cum inside her, even as her own juices wash down his length. He doesn’t slow or stop — instead, they become short and erratic, exactly like they did when he came down her throat. She clings to that certainty as her belly extends, just a little more plump than before, his grunts punctuating her screams like periods at the end of a perfect sentence.

She doesn’t even realize it’s over until she wakes up in his bed a few hours later, wrapped in one of his shirts. His warm arms stay around her, comforting, clinging to her as if she’s comforting him as much as he’s comforting her.

She can’t bring herself to leave.

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The appetite grows with the food. After the stage of piggybacking and masturbating to my imagination and newspaper images, it was time for moving pictures. At that time there was no Internet. I didn’t even have my own computer on which I could watch anything that my friends sometimes gave me on various media.

However, there was a video cassette player in the house, which was used by everyone in the house, as I discovered years later, not only when we were all watching companies together, but also as I was doing, that is, watching a film when no one else was home.

One day I came home from college faster, but I walked in through a door that was open and entered quite quietly. From afar I heard sounds that were familiar to me because I often watched this scene from the movie when I was alone. I quickly took off my shoes and tiptoed to see what was going on in the room where the TV was, but I didn’t go in there. In the mirror mounted on the wardrobe door, I saw the reflection of the porn movie on the TV screen and my mother, who was lying on the couch with her legs spread wide and aggressively thrusting in and out of a vibrator that I also knew from her lingerie wardrobe.

Fearing not to be noticed, I backed out of sight, but just enough to still see in the reflection what was being displayed on the screen. My eyes saw an already otele gelen gaziantep escort familiar scene: a middle-aged woman lying on her side with her leg raised bent at the knee was being fucked in the ass by a huge black penis, while another woman, a little younger was sliding a dildo into the older woman’s pussy. After several pushes, she put dildo out from pussy and started to insert her hand into pussy of older woman. Of course, the pussy was in the centre of the screen, being pushed apart by the gel toy (and hand later) and right next to it, the black penis was almost tearing apart the anus. My ears, on the other hand, were receiving a rich salvo of moans and screams from my mother, who was literally raping herself with that stringy vibrator that I used to almost abhor, but from that moment on began to find almost arousing.

I have mentioned before that I found a videotape of German porn companies in a drawer at my mother’s house, which after a long time I managed to devise a method by which I could also watch this tape and my mother did not know that I was using her videotape of porn for my masturbation sessions. Countless masturbation with this tape, dozens if not hundreds of ejaculations of cum running down my thighs, scrotal sac, hand, and also falling on the gaziantep otele gelen escort floor and being wiped with a tissue or towel to cover the traces of my playing.

There came a point when this tape stopped providing so much entertainment, almost every scene was already familiar to me. Watching a woman’s pussy being pushed around by another woman’s hand or a man’s hand excited me any more, I became tired of seeing a woman standing apart in a car repair shop and peeing into an engine part lying on the floor; a woman lying in bed with her boyfriend reading a book and after a while being completely naked but in knee-high boots riding him and sucking his cock; a guy tied to the bed with a rubber bone in his teeth having his cock smacked and licked by two middle-aged women; young girls playing football and after a while working their coach’s balls, who was playing with a volleyball…

There came a point when I decided that it was time to look for some other films as well, because these no longer make you cum at the very thought of watching one of these more or less perverse scenes.

Nowadays, the younger generation may not remember such an invention as video cassette rental shops. You could rent there practically any film, regardless of the genre. There gaziantep otele gelen escort bayan were comedies, thrillers, dramas, wars, adventures, but of course they could not lack more and less hardcore porn movies. From one such rental store I watched – of course not from the first minute to the last — probably more than a hundred different films.

Most often, on my way home from college, I would go in there, look at the different covers and then, remembering the number, I would go through a few other departments, only to walk up to the counter a few minutes later and ask for the cassette with the number that rang in my memory. The saleswoman handed over the tape, looked at me, and I became increasingly red. I got the impression that she knew perfectly well that I was cheating with other movie categories and excuse, that I was renting on my parents’ card, and that in her mind she had already judged me and passed a sentence according to which I was just a horny masturbating moron…

Thanks to these rental tapes, I could also see other films featuring women who, for example, had completely shaved pussies, or were simply much prettier in shape than the middle-aged ladies from German hardcore porn. It wasn’t much new for me, because of the dicks thrust deep into the anus, pussy and mouth, the ejaculations of cum on the breasts, face and tongue, the girls surrounded by a garland of erect penises around their faces, more or less eagerly sucking them and massaging with their hands both the dicks and the testicles hanging below them, group orgies with the participation of several people in various configurations, everything was simply already well known to me, of course only from watching such scenes on video tapes or from newspapers bought in newsstands…

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Traduction d’un texte de « Anne ».

Avertissement : Ce récit raconte l’humiliation et la dégradation d’une jeune enseignante. Certains passages sont assez durs et peuvent choquer. Si vous avez l’âme sensible, fermez cette page. Tous les personnages de ce récit ont plus de dix-huit ans.

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4 — Arrivée d’un email.

Cela commença à la fin de la deuxième semaine. Après quelques jours de pluie, le week-end fut beau et elle passa son temps à bronzer dans le jardin. Elle avait consacré le samedi à remettre l’espace en ordre, mais le dimanche fut réservé à la détente et au divertissement. Ses soirées en tant que maîtresse de maison étaient pratiques et elle y allait tôt le soir. Comme elle n’était pas distraite, elle travaillait beaucoup pour ses cours. En conséquence, elle pouvait profiter de son temps libre à la maison.

Quand le soleil se coucha, elle entra à l’intérieur et s’assit devant son ordinateur. Elle vérifia sa messagerie et répondit à certains courriers. Les heures passées au soleil la laissaient légèrement en sueur, mais complètement détendue. Elle savait qu’il y avait une autre chose qui la détendrait encore plus. Elle alla sur son site Web préféré de récits érotiques et en téléchargea certains récents. Le seul inconvénient de travailler dans un pensionnat était qu’il n’y avait guère de chance de faire des rencontres. Depuis qu’elle avait rompu avec son petit ami en janvier, elle n’avait eu aucunes relations sexuelles convenables avec personne. Sauf que… elle réprima rapidement cette pensée.

Elle était peu susceptible de rencontrer quelqu’un ici. Le village le plus près était assez petit et la ville la plus proche à des dizaines de kilomètres. Elle se demanda si Nicolas était célibataire. Il semblait gentil.

Elle choisit une histoire et commença à lire. Bientôt elle n’avait plus de haut et ses mains étaient occupées sur ses seins. Aahhh que c’était bon d’être caressée, même si ce n’était que ses propres mains. Alors que l’action se développe dans le récit, une main se faufila entre ses jambes, caressa sa toison blonde et plongea dans les plis humides. Ce fut encore mieux quand elle trouva son clitoris et commença à le taquiner. Elle se pourlécha les lèvres tout en suivant l’intrigue et en caressant son clito pendant que l’homme dans l’histoire léchait la chatte de son amante. Quand il glissa entre ses jambes et la pénétra, les doigts d’Anne firent la même chose. Tout en respirant lourdement, elle les bougea de plus en plus rapidement jusqu’au moment où le couple dans l’histoire jouit une première fois.

Son cri de jouissance fut interrompu par le ping de son ordinateur. Une petite enveloppe apparut, lui indiquant qu’elle avait du courrier. Anne jura à haute voix, c’était probablement un spam stupide qui avait gâché son orgasme. Refroidie, elle cliqua pour ouvrir le message et elle fronça les sourcils.

« De : [email protected]

Pour : [email protected]

JE SAIS CE QUE TU AS FAIT CET ETE.

Plus de soutien-gorge à partir de maintenant. Montre tes nichons. »

Le message n’était pas signé. Un instant elle craignit… Mais non, comment quelqu’un pourrait-il? C’était stupide. Il était évident que des petits imbéciles s’étaient amusés à envoyer ce genre de mails à toutes sortes de gens. Anne supprima le message.

Oubliant ce courrier indésirable, elle se remit à lire. Après quelques minutes, elle alla dans sa chambre et prit son vibromasseur. C’était une belle histoire et elle se sentit très détendue à la fin.

Une autre chose se produit le lendemain pendant la pause du déjeuner. Mme MARTIN fit irruption dans la salle des professeurs :

– Regardez cette saleté que je viens de retirer du tableau d’affichage dans le hall. Je me demande quel est le gosse pervers qui l’a mis là pour que tout le monde puisse le voir. Il y a quand même des jeunes enfants qui passent constamment devant ce tableau d’affichage.

Elle posa une feuille de papier sur la table. Anne put simplement voir que c’était une photo. Elle s’approcha mais les autres professeurs étaient devant elle et lui cachaient la vue.

– Eh bien, j’ai vu pire! Commenta doucement le principal.

Mais il ajouta :

– Mais bien sûr, vous avez eu raison de la retirer immédiatement Madame MARTIN. Ce n’est peut-être pas aussi pornographique que certains documents que j’ai dû confisquer, mais ça n’a pas sa place ici. Le problème est que nous ne trouverons probablement pas le coupable. Les garçons ne vont pas se dénoncer et soutenir celui qui l’a fait. Et les filles ne voudront pas être traitées de mouchardes. Je vais quand même chercher le coupable.

Il recula et Anne put voir la photo pour la première fois. Elle blanchit. La photo montrait quatre femmes dans un club. Deux d’entre elles avaient libéré les gros seins d’une troisième et jouaient avec en plein milieu de la piste de danse.

Bien que le visage soit noirci, il n’y avait aucun doute dans l’esprit de Anne de la femme qui était sur la photo. Il y avait beaucoup de gaziantep ucuz escort lumières stroboscopiques dans ce club. Et l’une d’elles devait être le flash d’un appareil photo. La panique saisit l’enseignante. Si quelqu’un à l’école découvrait que c’était elle, elle aurait des histoires. Correction, si quelqu’un d’autre le découvrait. Cette photo apparaissant dans cette école à ce moment précis n’était pas un simple accident. Et pourquoi avait-on pris la peine de noircir le visage? Quelqu’un savait que c’était elle.

– Tu vas bien? Tu es toute pâle Anne?

Elle fit un effort pour revenir à la réalité.

– Non, non, c’est juste que… je ne… je ne me sens pas très bien. Mais c’est bon, ça va passer.

Le professeur qui lui avait demandé (dans la confusion, elle ne pouvait même pas se rappeler son nom) ne sembla pas trop convaincu, mais s’éloigna avec un sourire encourageant. Anne s’assit dans un coin et ramassa une revue au hasard. Pour le reste de la pause déjeuner, elle se cacha derrière pour essayer de se calmer.

Elle donna ses cours de l’après-midi puis se précipita à la maison. Elle alluma son ordinateur et immédiatement elle vit clignoter l’icône lui indiquant qu’elle avait du courrier. Elle avait plusieurs messages, mais elle vit tout de suite celui qu’elle redoutait. En se mordant les lèvres, elle l’ouvrit.

« De : [email protected]

Pour : [email protected]

Tu es une grosse salope. Quand on te donne un ordre tu obéis. Il semble que tu as besoin d’apprendre la discipline. Donc demain, je m’attends à voir tes nichons se balancer librement. Et à chaque fois que tu entreras dans une salle de classe, tes mamelons seront durs et pointeront. Sinon tu apprécieras la réaction des professeurs et des étudiants regardant ta poitrine nue. Tu as le choix salope! »

Et jointe au courrier, se trouvait une nouvelle photo qu’elle reconnut instantanément. Bon sang, pourquoi était-elle allée dans ce stupide club avec Marie? C’était la dernière soirée des vacances et Marie avait voulu la célébrer. Ce club était à la mode et elle l’avait donc accompagnée. Cela lui avait tellement plu qu’elle avait bu un ou deux verres de trop. Et quand les choses commencèrent à dégénérer plus tard dans la nuit, elle avait été au centre de la fête. Elle rougit en pensant à tout ce qui c’était passé. C’était déjà grave que ces images fassent surface ici. Que d’autres choses soient révélées n’était pas pensable.

Mais cela ne résolvait pas son problème. Pourrait-elle vraiment aller à l’école sans soutien-gorge? Elle savait que ses seins étaient fermes et qu’elle pouvait se permettre de ne pas porter de soutien-gorge (bien qu’elle ne l’ait jamais fait). Mais le fait d’avoir ses tétons pointant sous le tissu attirerait l’attention de chaque élève sur sa poitrine. Elle rougit de honte simplement en pensant à cette éventualité. Peut-être qu’elle pouvait discuter avec celui qui envoyait ces mails. Elle cliqua sur « répondre » et écrivit :

« De : [email protected]

Pour : [email protected]

Attendez, qui que vous soyez. Ce que vous me demandez est déraisonnable. Je ne peux pas aller à l’école habillée de cette façon. Retrouvons-nous et discutons de ça. Je vous promets que si ça s’arrête maintenant, il n’y aura pas de conséquences. Cependant vous devez comprendre que ce que vous faites constitue du chantage. »

Elle cliqua sur « Envoyer ». A peine dix secondes s’écoulèrent avant qu’elle ne reçoive une réponse.

« De : [email protected]

Pour : [email protected]

Premièrement, bien sûr, je n’ai pas lu ce que vous venez d’écrire. Je me fiche de ce que vous pensez. Juste quelques indications, espèce de stupide salope :

* Il n’y a rien à discuter. Quand je te dis de sauter, tu sautes.

* Je ne suis pas intéressé par l’argent. Je veux juste m’amuser un peu avec toi. Et je le ferai.

* Il n’y a aucun moyen de retracer ces courriers électroniques, je passe par plusieurs serveurs.

* Si tu vas à la police, tu devras leur montrer les photos n’est-ce pas? Je suis sûr qu’ils les accrocheront sur un tableau après ton départ. Ou peut-être feront-ils du social et les donneront-ils aux ivrognes dans les cellules pour qu’ils se branlent dessus.

* Il existe plusieurs sites sur internet où je peux publier tes photos pour que tout le monde puisse les voir.

* J’ai essayé d’utiliser des mots simples pour qu’une simple idiote lécheuse de cul comme toi puisse comprendre.

* Si tu m’ennuies avec un autre mail, je montrerai ta poitrine à tout le monde.

– Maintenant : TAIS-TOI ET FAIS COMME JE DIS! »

La photo qui accompagnait ce message scella son destin. On y voyait Marie, penchée dans le club, la jupe relevée et sa culotte écartée par une fille blonde dont Anne ne se rappelait même pas le nom. Et, à côté de Marie, Anne était accroupie et passait sa langue sur la chatte de sa copine.

Anne fixa l’écran, elle était effondrée. Apparemment gaziantep ucuz escort bayan son maître-chanteur avait anticipé sa réponse et tous les arguments qu’elle aurait pu avancer. Il avait fait en sorte qu’elle ne puisse plus discuter avec lui. Elle secoua la tête. Il n’y avait plus rien à faire sauf… elle rougit violemment.

5 — Sans soutien-gorge.

Anne était restée éveillée la moitié de la nuit, essayant à la fois de trouver un moyen de sortir de cette situation et de trouver ce qu’elle pourrait porter, ce qui n’était pas évident.

En fin de compte elle choisit un ensemble en laine vert clair finement tricotée. Elle pouvait garder la veste fermée sur ses seins la plupart du temps. Mais elle savait que lorsqu’elle entrerait en classe, elle devrait l’enlever pour que ses tétons soient visibles.

Le temps était un peu frais pour la saison. Mais les pointes de ses seins ne bougèrent pas dans la salle des professeurs. Quand elle se dirigea vers son premier cours, elle s’aperçut qu’elle avait un problème. Ses tétons ne voulaient pas durcir. Elle essaya de passer des images érotiques dans sa tête, mais ça ne marcha pas, elle était beaucoup trop nerveuse. Ses étudiants de 2ème année semblèrent ne rien remarquer d’inhabituel. Mais il était peu probable que ce soit eux qui aient envoyé le mail. C’était trop bien pensé pour de jeunes étudiants.

Le deuxième cours était un cours d’éducation physique. Il était prévu de faire un match de basket-ball. Anne se changea et enfila un tee-shirt fin. Comme le vestiaire des professeurs était un peu froid, ses mamelons durcirent légèrement. En entrant dans le gymnase, elle vit certains jeunes garçons se donner des coups de coude et sourire. Elle se mordit les lèvres et fit comme si rien ne sortait de l’ordinaire. Elle essaya de ne pas faire de mouvements brusques, mais au fur et à mesure que le cours avançait, elle se concentra sur son travail et oublie sa tenue. Comme ses élèves n’avaient pas compris comment sauter pour faire un panier, elle demanda le ballon et elle leur montra. C’est seulement quand elle a fini sa démonstration et qu’elle a vu les visages ébahis des garçons qu’elle a réalisé qu’ils avaient dû voir bien des choses.

Son troisième cours de la journée était avec des 1ères années. Elle décida de ne prendre aucun risque et de laisser sa veste ouverte. Mais encore une fois, ses tétons ne voulurent pas durcir. Elle espéra ardemment que son maître-chanteur ne faisait pas parti de cette classe.

Le dernier cours après le déjeuner était avec ses étudiants attitrés. Elle passa la majeure partie de sa pause déjeuner à essayer de trouver un moyen de faire durcir ses tétons, comme le voulait son tourmenteur. Finalement, elle ne trouva aucune alternative à la solution drastique.

Deux portes avant sa classe il y avait des toilettes pour filles. La plupart des étudiants étaient encore dans le couloir quand elle passa. Elle se rendit directement dans les toilettes et se précipita vers un des box. Nerveusement elle posa son sac et passa une main sous son pull. Elle pinça et roula ses mamelons jusqu’à ce qu’ils soient bien durs et qu’ils pointent. Elle rougit en pensant que peut-être quelqu’un d’autre était dans les toilettes. En sortant du box, elle se vit dans le miroir. Elle eut le souffle coupé. La fine matière tricotée moulait sa poitrine et faisait ressortir ses seins. Ses tétons dépassaient d’une façon presque obscène. Elle se regarda pendant quelques secondes, mais il n’y avait aucun moyen de faire autrement. Elle prit une profonde inspiration et se dirigea vers sa salle de classe.

Son entrée provoqua un grand silence et 17 paires d’yeux se fixèrent sur sa poitrine. Elle salua en bégayant et essaya de commencer son cours le plus vite possible. Mais ça ne marcha pas. Les étudiants fixaient ses seins à chaque occasion, que ce soit fille ou garçon comme le remarqua son esprit. Elle était trop énervée pour réfléchir. Donc, au bout d’un quart d’heure, elle leur donna un travail de groupe et alla s’asseoir pour rassembler ses pensées.

Elle fut dérangée quelques minutes plus tard quand elle vit Éric MAURICE s’approcher. Serait-il…? Mais le garçon posa son manuel devant elle et lui posa une question sur un passage qu’il ne comprenait pas. Elle se concentra, consciente de sa présence à quelques centimètres d’elle. Elle lui expliqua le passage, mais quand elle leva les yeux sur son visage, elle vit qu’il regardait ses seins par-dessus le manuel. Quand il remarqua son regard, il sourit et se lécha lentement les lèvres.

– Nous avons dû être de bons élèves dernièrement. Dit-il à voix basse.

Elle le regarda, confuse. Il leva un sourcil et ajouta :

– Seuls les bons élèves reçoivent des récompenses de leurs professeurs. Et aujourd’hui, vous nous donnez beaucoup de plaisir.

Il se tourna et alla s’asseoir à son pupitre avant qu’elle ne trouve une réplique appropriée. Bon sang, elle aurait dû s’attendre à une remarque ucuz gaziantep escort de cette sorte de cet étudiant.

De retour à la maison, elle alluma l’ordinateur avec un mauvais pressentiment. Le courrier qu’elle redoutait était arrivé quelques minutes plus tôt.

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Vraiment de beaux nichons, comme je pensais qu’ils seraient. Bien gros et pulpeux, ils donnent envie de mettre une grosse bite entre eux. Je suis sûr qu’ils ont dû faire bander notre vieux directeur. Et je suppose que de les montrer à tout le monde a du bien t’exciter.

Tu n’as sûrement pas pu attendre de mettre tes doigts dans ta chatte. Es-tu une salope qui se masturbe dans les toilettes entre les cours?

Toutefois il semble que tu as enfin compris. Quand je veux que tu sautes, tu sautes. Très bien.

D’ailleurs, tu peux complètement oublier les soutiens-gorges. Ta poitrine rebondit trop bien.

Tu sais ce qui va se passer si je te surprends avec un soutien-gorge n’est-ce pas? »

Anne déglutit, mais le lendemain elle retourna à l’école sans soutien-gorge. Au moins, elle ne devait plus faire durcir ses tétons.

Deux jours plus tard, elle était de nouveau de service au dortoir. Le matin elle était allée travailler en tee-shirt. Il était plus mince qu’elle ne l’aurait souhaité, mais porter quelque chose de plus chaud aurait attiré encore plus l’attention. Elle remarqua que certaines filles avaient, elles aussi, laissé leur soutien-gorge dans l’armoire. Mais leurs seins étaient beaucoup plus petits. Les regards dans les couloirs étaient toujours les mêmes. Et même dans la salle des professeurs, elle vit que certains hommes regardaient ses seins et souriaient.

Pendant la pause de midi, elle décida de faire une promenade dans le parc, à la fois pour profiter du beau temps et pour s’éloigner des regards. A l’extérieur du bâtiment principal, un groupe d’étudiants se prélassait pour apparemment prendre aussi le soleil. Elle reconnut une partie de sa classe dans le groupe, et elle leur fit signe. Ils firent aussi un signe de la main, mais certains des garçons souriaient étrangement.

Elle était en train de tourner l’angle quand quelqu’un la heurta. Elle perdit l’équilibre et serait tombée si elle n’avait pas été attrapée par une paire de bras forts. Elle se retrouva à regarder le visage de MAURICE.

– ARGH, je suis tellement désolé, et regardez le désordre que je viens de faire. Dit-il.

Elle suivit son regard et eut le souffle coupé. Le garçon tenait un verre d’eau et le liquide s’était répandu sur son tee-shirt. Le tissu collait à ses seins et ses mamelons étaient clairement visibles sous la mince matière.

– Laissez-moi vous aider! Dit MAURICE.

Il tira un mouchoir propre de sa poche et commença à le presser sur la poitrine d’Anne. Pendant quelques secondes elle fut incapable de réagir, laissant ainsi à l’étudiant le temps de tripoter ses seins à loisir. Puis elle leva la main et le gifla.

– Éloigne-toi de moi pervers! Siffla-t-elle.

Ne sachant que faire d’autre, elle se tourna et s’enfuit vers son chalet pour se changer. Elle passa devant le groupe d’élèves et elle fut suivie par les gloussements de MAURICE.

Une fois calmée, elle se demanda s’il fallait qu’elle informe le directeur. Mais que lui dire? Ils s’étaient heurtés malencontreusement, il tenait un verre d’eau et il a essayé de réparer les dégâts. Elle pouvait presque entendre sa défense devant le directeur. Mieux valait laisser les choses passer et ne plus attirer l’attention.

Puis une autre pensée la frappa. Elle avait giflé MAURICE, c’était une réaction naturelle. Mais si c’était lui le maître-chanteur? Est-ce qu’il allait prendre la gifle comme une insulte et allait publier les photos? Anxieusement, elle ouvrit sa messagerie mais fut soulagée de la voir vide.

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Le soir, elle entra nerveusement dans le couloir du dortoir. Mais ses élèves la saluèrent de manière habituelle, avec des sourires amicaux, et des regards de plus en plus cachés sur sa poitrine rebondissante. Même MAURICE fut calme et amical, même s’il n’essaya pas de s’excuser pour ce qui s’était passé. Soulagée, elle ferma la porte de la petite chambre derrière elle et elle tenta de se concentrer sur la préparation de ses cours.

Elle travailla toute la soirée, ne s’interrompant qu’une seule fois lorsque le bruit dans le couloir devint incontrôlable. A minuit, elle fit une dernière ronde puis revint à sa petite chambre. Comme elle n’avait pas de cours les deux premières heures du lendemain, elle n’était pas pressée de dormir. Elle décida de lire un peu. Elle se déshabilla, enfila une chemise de nuit, s’allongea sur le lit et prit un livre.

Quelques minutes plus tard, elle entendit un bruit dans le couloir. Elle était sur le point de se lever lorsque la porte s’ouvrit et que MAURICE entra comme s’il était chez lui. Elle ouvrit la bouche pour le sermonner mais il lâcha quelque chose sur son ventre. Un coup d’œil lui suffit pour comprendre. Elle se mordit la lèvre. Comment diable avait-il eu ces photos?

– Bonne salope. Vous savez quand garder la bouche fermée. Dit Calmement MAURICE.

Il ferma la porte derrière lui.

– Qu’est-ce que tu veux?

Anne essaya de mettre de la colère dans sa voix, mais elle ne parut que confuse et effrayée. MAURICE leva un sourcil.

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It was the start of our office Christmas party and me and some of my colleagues were in the lounge having a drink before going into the main dance hall. I was 17 and had started work the previous year with this company. Unfortunately I was unable to have a drink due to my age and my colleagues wouldn’t sneak me a drink. However I found that I wasn’t going to need to have a drink that night when my boss walked in looking absolutely stunning. Short silver dress, silky smooth legs and nice heels.As my boss walked in our eyes met and although nothing had been there before there was definite electricity passing through our eyes which hit me in the trouser department almost instantly. Thankfully everyone had started moving through to the main hall and my throbbing member had not been noticed.The night went on like a normal Christmas party night and nothing more happened between me and my boss before I headed home for the night.Now my boss and I never really got on that great in work.Working for her was a pain in the ass but she was great to look at. She was very petite, about 5,2 and long brown hair and some of the provocative clothes she wore helped the day pass quicker.Anyway after the Christmas night she seemed to have taken more of a liken to me, being nicer and more chatty to rokettube me. I wasn’t sure what was happening and was possibly too young to read the signals well of a 40 year old woman.The following month in January I turned 18, I was now a big boy in the world, 18, had a job and had just passed my driving test. It was great to just be able to go out and drive on my own as I still lived with my parents. It was like a new freedom, my parents didn’t mind me being out all night as trusted me as a sensible guy.One night I was driving around and found myself near my boss’s area, it was about 8pm and thought I would drop her a text asking what she was up to. To my horror a few seconds after sending the text my phone started ringing. I answered nervously to my boss who put me at ease by asking me what I was up to and was I having a good night. She didn’t seem at all fazed that I had contacted her out of hours. I explained to her that I was just driving round and that I was a bit bored. She then said, “If you’re bored you can pop up here for a coffee.” Let me tell you at this point never for a second (once again probably down to my age) did I think that anything was going to unfold when I went up there.I parked the car outside her tenement block and pushed her buzzer. She answered asyalı porno almost straight away, buzzing me in, telling me that she was the right hand door on the second floor. I made my way up the stairs still wondering why I had texted her and why I was going up to her flat.I arrived at the now open door with my boss holding it open. She looked great just wearing a pair of jeans and a low cut top showing off enough of her small breasts to make my heart pound. I walked in by her and through to the living room where I sat on the sofa. She took her place back on the floor next to the chair across from me where she must have been sitting as a mug of tea and a book lay there.We started general chit chatting before talk moved onto the Christmas night out which had taken place now about a month ago. Her eyes kind of lit up when we spoke about it. She asked if I’d seen any girls I liked and I said a few (I mean I was 17, anything with a pulse I was interested in). I asked her the same question and she replied, “Not really.” My heart sank at this news. I said, “So no one caught your eye?” She asked why I continued to ask. I replied and still can’t believe I said it but said, “I thought you stared at me strangely when you walked in.” She said, azeri porno “I did. You looked handsome and it was the first time I had thought of you as a grown man.” I said that I thought she looked great that night and that I had thought what it would have been like to kiss her.She sat back a bit taken aback at my honesty and said, “Well if you had tried to kiss me out of sight of the others I wouldn’t have pushed you away.” “So you would have kissed me then?” My youthfulness was now taking over. She replied again, “Yes.” I said, “Would that only have been because you had a couple of drinks?” She said, “No, I would kiss you sober.”Next came a moment of stupidity or bravery. I said, “What would you do if I did this?” as I knelt down on the floor and moved beside her before moving my lips slowly against hers. To my amazement she kissed me back, putting her hand on my cheek as she opened her mouth to let her tongue slip into mine. I was in dreamland, I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I had never been with a girl before. Hell I’d never even done anything with a girl indoors. There had only been snogs round the back of gardens or lanes.She continued to kiss me passionately pushing me against the sofa. She took my hand and slid it down onto her breast above her top. She put her hand on top of mine and helped me to squeeze her tits, her eyes watching me to see how I was taking it in.She let my had go to continue playing with her tits alone as we continued to kiss like school kids for the first time (probably my fault).

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