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I was leaving for Coast Guard basic training in three weeks. I wanted to spend a week with my grandparents before shipping out, simply because I didn’t know when I’d get the opportunity again. They had moved from our home in Georgia to Canyon Country, California about two years ago, so aside from the occasional skyped conversation, it had been that long since I had last seen them. I was really looking forward to it. They may have been old—Gramps sixty-seven and Gammy sixty-five—but they were always young at heart.

The day I was to leave, Ma and Daddy dropped me off at the municipal airport in Valdosta. From there, I would take a shuttle to Atlanta where I would switch to my Delta flight to Bob Hope airport in Burbank. Gammy and Gramps were to pick me up there, and my week with them would begin.

The flight took a little more than four hours—that included baggage check in Atlanta and baggage claim in Burbank—but just an hour had passed since I had gone from Eastern Standard Time to Pacific Standard Time. I found an empty chair and sat, sure that they would be here soon to collect me, but after an hour had passed, I began to wonder if they had forgotten about me, so I decided to call.

The phone rang seven times before someone answered. “Hello?”

“Gammy?” It sounded like her, yet something seemed off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, though.

“Yes?”

And why didn’t she recognize my voice? We had spoken just last night. “It’s Sam, Gammy.”

“Sam.”

“Your grandson?” I was beginning to think she might have Alzheimer’s.

“My grandson. Sam. Yes.” It was like she was trying to process new information.

“Gammy, I’m at the airport. You and Gramps were supposed to pick me up today.”

Silence. Then, “Oh, Sam. I’m so sorry. It’s just that …”

She didn’t finish her sentence, prompting me to say, “It’s just what, Gammy?”

“It’s your grandfather, Sam. He’s had a stroke.”

“Gramps?” I asked in disbelief. “How? When?”

“I can’t leave at the moment, Sam. There’s no one here to look after him. Can you take a cab up here? I’ll reimburse you for the cost, of course.”

“Yeah, sure, Gammy,” I agreed. “Want me to call Ma and Daddy?”

“No, dear. I’ll call them as soon as I get off the phone with you,” she told me. “Just … Please get here soon, Sam. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

It was twenty-five miles from the airport to Gramps and Gammy’s house, but because of the traffic it took over an hour to get there. I knocked as I tried the door handle. It was unlocked, so I let myself in and said, “Gammy? Gammy? It’s me, Sam.” No answer. I began walking down the hall, and again called out, “Gammy?”

“Go have a seat in the living room, Sam,” a voice responded from behind the door of the last room on the left. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

I did as she bade. A few minutes later, Gammy walked in, and, “God-damn!”

She smiled. “What has you ‘God-damning,’ Sam?”

What has you “God-damning,” I thought to myself. What has you “God-damning?” Was that her response? Really? Not only was Gammy the type to reprimand me for using such language, but she never would use it herself. I decided to chalk it up to what was going on with Gramps. “You,” I told her. “Just look at you. You look twenty years younger than the last time I saw you.”

“Blame it on California,” she said with a smile as she pulled me up and hugged me to her. “Everyone out here is a health nut, and between Pilates and yoga, well … see for yourself.” She slowly spun in place. I couldn’t believe it.

Gammy had always been a large woman. I never knew her to be under a buck sixty-five, but the woman standing before me couldn’t have weighed more than 120 at the most, and she had curves. Actual, curvy, curves. “And your face,” I finally said. “What happened?”

“Oh, that,” she said with another smile. “I got one of those ‘Lifestyle Lifts.’ They’re pretty inexpensive, and everyone my age is doing it.”

“Well, you look gorgeous, Gammy,” I complimented her with complete honesty.

“Why don’t you grab your bag, and then I’ll show you to your room before giving you a tour of the rest of the house?” she offered.

“I’d really like to see Gramps right now, if that’s okay,” I said in way of a response, but,

“I just got him to sleep, Sam. He was so animated and agitated … and he … He has to wear diapers now, Sam, and I have to clean him, and …” and then she began to cry.

I took her into my arms and tried to comfort her the best I could. “It’s okay, Gammy. I’m sorry you have to go through this, but, hey, I’m here now, so I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

“Thank you, Sam. That means so much to me.” She kissed me. Not on the cheek like she had always done, but full on the lips. She lingered for about two or three seconds, but it was long enough for me to know that that was not the way most grandmothers çorum escort kissed their grandkids. She licked her lips, rubbed them together, and gave a soft sigh before saying, “So, where were we? Ah, yes. Your room.”

She led me down the opposite end of the hall and through an open door. “Well, what do you think?”

“Don’t you want me closer to you and Gramps just in case something happens, and you need my help?” I asked, clearly confused.

“He has taken to bellowing at night, Sam,” she told me. “No need to wake you up unnecessarily. I’ll call for you if I need you. Now, set that bag down so I can show you the pool.”

She guided me to her back door, which was two large panes of sliding glass. She opened them, then stepped aside.

“Wow,” I whispered. I don’t know what I was expecting—maybe one of those above-the-ground deals like we have back home—but it wasn’t this. “It’s beautiful, Gammy.”

“What say we go for a swim?” she offered. “Did you pack any trunks?”

I had, thinking we might go to the beach at some point. “Yeah, sure.”

“Go put yours on, I’ll do the same, and I’ll meet you back here in five.” She turned and left for her room, and I returned to mine.

I couldn’t help but to feel she was still being uncharacteristic of herself, but with being here tending to Gramps all by herself, then having someone to arrive who could help, I guess I would be a little happy-go-lucky myself. I switched into my trunks and returned to the back deck. There were three Adirondack chairs to the left of me, and three chaise lounges to my right. I sat on the edge of a chaise as I waited for her.

She arrived about a minute later wearing a powder blue terry cloth robe. “Oh, look at you with all those muscles,” she said as she took me in. “Do you work out?”

“You know I played football and wrestled in high school, Gammy,” I reminded her. “Not to mention I have been training for Coast Guard basic.”

“Coast Guard basic,” she repeated.

Was this the Alzheimer’s again? I silently wondered. In an effort get things back on track, I said, “This pool sure looks inviting, huh?”

“If you think that looks inviting, get a load of this,” she said as she disrobed.

My jaw dropped. It literally dropped for the first time in my life, both because of what she was wearing, and for how she looked. She wore a canary yellow bikini, the top of which held just enough fabric to cover her nipples and areola, while her bottoms were a G-string that borderlined on being obscene. What really got me, though, was her body: Perfectly tanned, breasts that had somehow defied gravity and physics and were now jutting forward instead of sagging, as I remembered them, and not a single wrinkle to be found anywhere. “Oh … My … God,” I whispered loudly, and I felt my dick jump.

“If you liked that, then you’ll love this,” she said as she turned and threw her perfectly round ass in my face. “Go ahead, touch it.”

Don’t do it-Don’t do it-Don’t do it-Don’t do it-Don’t do it I kept telling myself, even as I reached a shaky hand forward and palmed it. It was like stone. “Fuck.”

She turned, stood before me, and kicked a leg into the air, grabbed it, and was doing a standing split, her crotch eye-level with my face. “You are so fucking hot.”

She lowered her leg, pinched one of my cheeks, and said, “So are you,” before diving into the pool. I took this opportunity to dive in as well as I didn’t want her to know I had a complete woody for her right now. The pool did its job, though, and soon I was just semi-hard. We swam for about forty-five minutes, then Gammy said she needed to go back in and check on Gramps. I took this time to get my shower.

“How’s Gramps?” I asked from my place on the couch when Gammy came in.

“He wanted to see you so badly that he worked himself into a frenzy,” Gammy reported as she sat across from me. “I had to sedate him. Maybe in a few hours you can go back and see him. In the meantime, what would you like for dinner? I’m not much of a cook, though, so …”

Not much of a cook? Not much of a cook? This woman, who had become famous for her cooking in South Georgia, was telling me she wasn’t much of a cook? Then it dawned on me. She did say that everyone here was a health nut. Maybe what she means is that she’s still learning to cook this new way, whatever it may be. I figured she could use a break as well, so I said, “Why don’t I cook tonight, Gammy? I’ll make one of your favorites.”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be special?” she said as she sat up. She pulled me up to her, then slowly wrapped her arms around my neck before placing her cheek next to mine. She held me there, breathing in my essence. Her head tilted, and next thing I knew, we were kissing full on the lips. The surprising thing? I didn’t fight it. It was like my denizli escort will was not my own. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, and then …

The sound of something falling. It came from Gramps’s room. It was enough to pull us both back to the here and now.

“What was that?” I asked, deeply concerned.

“I’ll go see. Wait right here.”

“Gammy, no!” I said rather forcefully. “I want to see Gramps.”

Although she was shaking her head, she said, “Fine. Come along if you must.” We entered the room—she kept a door key on a key ring—and once I stepped in, “Gramps? No!” I couldn’t believe it. As young and beautiful as Gammy looked, he looked that much older and decrepit. I looked at Gammy. “What …? Why does he look like this?”

“It’s the stroke,” Gammy said. “It was like it changed him overnight.”

I looked back down upon the man who had been such an inspiration in my life, who was the well-spring for vitality and youth, who had been one of the most integral parts of my life since birth. I reached out to him just as Gammy said, “Oh, God! What am I going to do?” and ran out of the room.

I should go after her, calm her, then come back to see Gramps. I began to move, but Gramps latched onto one of my hands with one of his. He was jerking me. His mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear anything. I moved closer, close enough that I could finally hear his faint whisper of, “Don’t … Don’t …” and then he was asleep.

I stayed with him a few minutes, wondering what he was trying to tell me as I made sure his covers were straight and his pillows were not misaligned. I then went to render what comfort to Gammy that I could.

I reached the kitchen to find her standing by the sink. “Gammy?”

“Oh, Sam,” she greeted me with a big smile. “I just got finished ordering us a piz-za. It should be here in an hour.”

Now, she didn’t pronounce the word like she normally had—like everyone normally does (peet-suh)—but more like a first-grader trying to read an unfamiliar word (pizz-zah). She even paused between syllables, like the word was alien to her. That was strange in and of itself, but her demeanor? One minute she is bawling like a baby and the next, just as happy as she could be? Was she bi-polar as well as having Alzheimer’s? And did she look younger? I swear to God, she actually looked younger. “Um … Are you okay, Gammy? Is there something I need to know about?”

“I promise you I will divulge everything tonight,” she told me, and for now, that would have to suffice. There were other things, though, like, “What did Ma and Daddy say when you called them earlier?”

“Ma and Daddy.” It was like she had some kind of mental rolodex she had to sift through to retrieve information. “Oh, Ma and Daddy. Yes. They said they would come here when you went to …” She was doing it again. “… basic … training? Yes. Basic training. When you go there, they will come here.”

“Maybe I should give them a call,” I said as I reached for my phone, then I remembered, “Oh, the three-hour time difference. It’s already after ten there. I’ll call tomorrow.”

“After ten there. Call tomorrow,” Gammy repeated.

Did Gammy look relieved, or was I starting to imagine things because of all the strange circumstances that were going on? She finally said, “I can’t wait for that pizz-zah. The man said it was called a ‘Mighty Meaty.’ I like things that are mighty meaty.

I laughed at the blatant double-entendre. Not being clever enough to respond in a like manner, though, I opted to say, “I guess I’ll go put my clothes away while we wait for the pizza.” I said the word as it should be pronounced.

“Pizza,” she mimicked, then slowly nodded her head.

“Before I go, though, tell me why you keep Gramps’s room locked and keep the key on your key chain.”

She looked at me for all of ten seconds, then held the key chain out to me as she said with a slight pout, “Go ahead. Take it, if that will make you feel better.”

“I left his door unlocked and ajar,” I informed her. I didn’t want to believe that Gammy could be hiding something. I didn’t want to believe that she had bad intentions toward Gramps. She loved him. I knew this to be true. They had been married for over forty years. All I could do, with what little information I had, was draw my own conclusions, which prompted me to say, “Look, Gammy. Whatever happened to Gramps, it’s not your fault, and it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed over. You probably look in a mirror and see yourself as the picture of health while Gramps looks like he’s knocking on death’s door. Again, it’s not your fault. You’re doing the best you can with him. Anyone can see that. This is taking its toll on you as well. Just let me know how I can help, and I’ll do everything in my power to make your life and his so much more easy.”

She walked to me, wrapped her arms düzce escort around me, and hugged me close to her. “Thank you, Sam. That means a lot to me, and I’ll hold you up to that promise.” She breathed in deeply, like she had done earlier, and I could feel her nipples harden against my chest.

I had to will myself to pull free, but I did. “Tell me when the pizza gets here,” I said, then went to my room.

I finished putting my things away, then kicked back and chilled until the pizza came. It did, and we ate. Apparently, the guy Gammy spoke with was right as this was one hell of a meat lover’s pizza. Of a six-slice medium, I ate two while Gammy ate the other four. “That can’t be too good for your California health nut diet,” I observed.

“Let’s call this my cheat day,” she said just before popping the last bit of it into her mouth. She washed it down with a Frostie root beer. Her third during this meal, actually. She burped loudly, then said, “I love this stuff,” before wiping her forearm across her mouth.

I laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing—I can’t say.”

“Why?”

“Because, it would be inappropriate.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“It’s just … You’re not the woman I knew in Georgia. It’s like, you’re someone completely different. I look at you now, and I don’t see my Gammy, but a woman I’d really like to just hang out with.” Then, to even my surprise, I added, “A woman I’d like to have sex with.”

She smiled, then looked at the clock. “I need to check on your grandfather, then I’m going to get my shower. Please clean this up?” and before I could even answer, she was gone.

Gammy found me out by the pool. I had stripped down to my boxer-briefs and was stretched out on one of the chaise lounges, enjoying the light of the full moon as a warm breeze washed over me. I looked in her direction as she stepped onto the patio, and extended my hand when she handed me a drink, but, “Is this wine? I’m too young to drink.” And when had she started?

“My house, my rules,” she said with a wink and a smile.

“How’s Gramps?”

“Asleep.”

“How are you?”

“Glad that you are here.”

She sat down at the foot of the chaise I occupied. She was wearing a long house robe. It was black, and it looked to be made of silk or satin, one of those materials that give off a shine. “Beautiful night,” I said. She smiled. “Oh, so you told me earlier that you would divulge everything this evening.”

“That I did,” she stated, “That I did. I’m just wondering, though, if you are prepared to hear my truths.”

“I want to know everything, Gammy. I can accept whatever it is you say.”

She smiled, nodded, then said, “Okay. You asked for it.” She took a deep breath, then began:

“You think you know me, Sam, but you really just know a part of me. The woman I was in … Georgia? You saw only what I wanted you to see. Sam, I am a nymphomaniac. Do you know what that means? It means that I don’t just enjoy sex, but that I crave it. It’s not just something I want, but something I need. I’m like an addict strung out on … opium, reveling in the current fix but always having my mind on when the next fix would come.

“Your grandfather was always able to keep me satisfied because we would have sex up to seven times a day when I was super horny. Why do you think he had this stroke? He was on top of me when he did, Sam. I guess that’s why I feel so guilty, because I think I pushed him too far, asked too much of him at his age. If you have seen me acting strangely, it’s because my mind begins to falter when I don’t get the sex I need. That is my withdrawal symptom, that I forget things and act moody and even say and do things that might not be characteristic of who I am, like right now.”

She stood and disrobed. All she had on was a black lace garter belt and black thigh-high fish net stockings. The rest of her was nude, and the most gorgeous body I had ever seen, especially the way the lights of the pool reflected off her. For some reason, I didn’t even question that she had the body of a thirty-year-old, so into her had I become.

“I need sex, Sam. I need sex from you. I’ve heard every word you have said to me today, and I am aware of every look you have stolen when checking me out, and let’s be honest here, I really haven’t tried to hide the fact that I find you sexually attractive, either. Give it to me, Sam. Give me what I need.” She squatted and began to rub my cock, which was hard and poking out of my underwear. I moaned softly, and she said, “All you have to do is say yes, Sam. Say yes, and this could be so good for us both.”

“Yes,” I whispered without hesitation, and she was upon me.

She pulled my boxer-briefs from me and immediately placed her mouth on my cock. I came instantly. “Oh, God. So sweet. So fucking sweet,” she said as she came off me. Then, still smacking her lips, she straddled my hips and lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was like a blast furnace. I cried out in purest pleasure. “Yes, yes,” she said as she began to ride me. “So young, so hard. The only thing that would make this better is if I knew you were still a virgin.”

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Author’s Note: Hey everyone this is my first submission, I’ve never let anyone read my erotic or sexual writing ever. It’s just a quick little jot I wrote a while back. The whole thing was really a stream of thought, no facts checked, no ideas denied. Anyway, I’ve tried to clean it up and improve it how I can, tips or suggestions are appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

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The rusty key opened the old hotel door easier than Casey figured it would, and as the old door creaked inwards the room was laid bare before their eyes. He grimaced and shivered violently as he took it in. The rust red carpet was worn ragged and had holes in it where the concrete floor could be seen. The walls were a particular shade of yellow that Casey imagined had gone out of style in the 50s or 60s. On top of that, they were covered in a smattering of bad drywall patches. Above them the staccato ceiling was somehow stained in half a dozen places and the ceiling fan was off kilter.

“Maybe we should find a different place?” Casey suggested to the two behind him after a long moment of shock. When they did not say anything he turned to look at the two. Both of the women were soaked though and shivering violently same as him. They both looked just about as miserable as he felt. Groaning, he stepped inside and kicked his soaked sneakers off to the corner as he looked around. He continued to shiver from the ice cold rain outside as he walked into the room and turned to glance back at his family.

“Is there a shower or bath or something?” his sister Karen wondered as she came in, clutching her arms around her chest. Her teeth chattering as she spoke and her bare legs had gone pale from the cold. Her short skirt, like the rest of their clothes, was completely soaked with icy water.

“Do you suppose they’ve got a washer or something we can use?” his mother Tamara asked quietly. She too was drenched. Her white t-shirt clung to her large breasts as she shivered and their movement was somewhat mesmerizing under the cloth. Casey pulled his eyes away from her and walked into the room. He eyed the one bed dubiously. Someone was going to have to sleep on the floor, and he would have bet a fortune he knew who.

“Washer and dryer will cost money, and I’m just about broke now.” he said, then walked over to the heater on the side wall while Karen chattered her way into the bathroom. He took a look at the controls then fumbling with the heater knob to turn it on. There was no response from the ancient thing. It looked like it had been built in the seventies, he punched it, the hit landing lighter than he would have wanted due to his involuntary shakes. He cursed under his breath. “The heater is broken.” At about the same time he heard his sister cry out in the bathroom, causing their mother and him to turn that direction quickly. Before they could run over she walked back out and shook her head.

“You have to pay for hot water.” she muttered. “What the hell kind of hotel is this?”

“The kind you get a room for the night in for ten euros.” Casey groaned. “This sucks.”

“It’s better than being out in that rain though.” Tamara spoke up, walking over and staring at the bed for a second. “They didn’t have a room with at least two beds?” she wondered. Casey shook his head.

“Not for what we had anyway. How much does it cost to get some hot water?” he wondered. Karen sighed and shook her head.

“Five euros for five minutes.” she muttered. Casey dug in his pocket for a moment and produced a single dripping bill and a handful of coins. He counted the coins out slowly.

“I got three euros, does it take bills?” he wondered. She glanced back into the bathroom, then shook her head.

“Looks like just coins. There’s no way all three of us can get in there in two minutes.” she muttered, then brightened momentarily. “Coin toss for dibs on the shower?” Casey shook his head in dismay, then spoke without thinking. Chivalry sucked sometimes.

“I’ll skip, so long as I don’t have to sleep on the floor.” he muttered as he glared in disgust at the dirty shag carpet he was sitting on. He glanced back up at them and saw Karen crouching on the floor, her knees were aimed right at him. A pair of soaked pink panties dared him to stare, but he pulled his gaze away from his little sister and looked up at his mother. Tamara seemed to be contemplating something very deeply, her eyes staring at the ceiling as if in thought. She spoke up after a moment of silence that seemed to stretch forever.

“We should all take the shower together. That way we’re not shivering anymore at least.” Tamara suggested. Karen and Casey stared for even longer than she had thought about the ridiculous plan. Casey could not tell if she was joking or not, her expression was completely serious. Tamara saw the skeptical looks and continued. “We’re going to have to get out of these soggy clothes anyway, don’t worry about it.” she explained waving her hand to dismiss their concerns. They bitlis escort both glanced down at their clothes and than at each other, and then at her.

“You’re serious?” Casey wondered.

“You’re kidding!” Karen objected. They looked at each other again and Casey sighed. Tamara pulled a couple of coins out of her pocket and tossed them to Casey.

“Why would I joke? We’re all freezing. I won’t let either one of you object to it, especially if the heater is broken.” she said. Casey picked up the coins she had tossed at him. That brought it to four euros. Four minutes of shower time, he glanced at the two and his chivalrous side objected, he punched it in the face.

What was four minutes really? Karen seemed to be thinking about it as well and apparently came to the same conclusion. They each nodded solemnly. “Then first thing we need is to get these clothes hung up and drying.” Karen muttered, looking around the room for suitable drying spots. Casey nodded and looked to the broken heater, it wouldn’t do much good at heating the room, but it would work well enough as a clothes rack. He quickly stripped his shirt off and laid it down on the heater.

“I can’t believe I just agreed to this.” He heard Karen muttering, he glanced over at the other two. Both were doing the same as him. Karen had unbuttoned her shirt and was laying it over the wooden chair in the corner while Tamara had removed her t-shirt and the tank top she had worn beneath it, letting her large breasts spill free. He found himself thinking her breasts must have been freaks of nature to be that large and not have begun to sag. Her round dark nipples looked incredible, erect as they were from the cold. He abruptly looked away when he realized he was staring and a sudden hesitation gripped him. Frowning his knightly side wondered if agreeing had been the right thing to do, like he had much of a choice.

This entire trip had been a disaster. First they had missed their flight due to unforeseen work matters for Tamara. Then they had had been forced to pay more for new tickets. Their flight had been forced to land several times and they had switched planes. When they reached their destination everything but their carry on bags had been lost in transit somewhere. They had become lost due to a faulty navigation system, and then the rental had broken down in the middle of nowhere. They didn’t have working European cell phones, so they had left their rental and their bags by the side of the road while they walked to the nearest civilization. That was when the freezing rain had started, making their lives even more miserable.

He thought he had steeled himself for the worst. Taking a shower with two female family members had not been on his worst case scenario list. In fact he laughed at how completely overlooked that particular scenario had been. He resigned to remember it next trip they took while questioning his sense of humor about the situation.

“Slowpoke, come on, I’m freezing still!” Karen chattered. Casey took a breath, then removed his pants and boxers in one motion. He wasn’t going to let it get to him, desperate times and all. He laid the clothes next to his shirt and quickly pulled his socks off. When he turned both the women were gone, presumably they had already entered the bathroom. He took the change from the floor and covering himself as best he could, walked to the bathroom and peeked in.

Tamara was standing there with her lightly tanned back turned to him. His mothers nicely rounded ass seemed to draw his eyes unconsciously, and he noted the lack of tan lines. Meanwhile Karen was already crouched in the tub. Her hands covering her smaller but no less perfect chest. She blushed brightly when she saw him looking and turned her head. Tamara turned around and brushed her long brown locks back from her face as she motioned for him to come in quickly. Somehow she managed to cover both of her tits just one arm while she did.

“Come on, get in here, in front of your sister so she’s not worried about you seeing her.” Tamara instructed, then stepped aside. Casey did what he was told and walked past, his movements jerky and quick. The entire time he tried to keep his eyes averted from the two of them as he stepped into the tub. Tamara followed him in behind Karen and then slid the curtain closed.

“I’m going to start it up.” he advised, then started feeding change into the rusty coin slot next to the cold water handle. There was a thunking sound, followed by a groan and the water started flowing sporadically. It wasn’t very hot, but it was plenty warm after the soaking they had endured, and after a moment the pressure went up and it sprayed them all thoroughly.

He heard Karen sigh as the water hit her. Chivalry bore it’s noble head again as he realized he was getting the brunt of the water. He grudgingly tried to move aside o they could get more of it.

“Karen you should move up here so you bolu escort can get into the water a bit more.” he suggested, pushing himself against the wall and shutting his eyes.

“What? That’s too close.” she said, then gasped and he felt her brush him momentarily.

“Don’t worry about it Kay, your brother is doing you a favor.” Tamara said happily. “And I don’t mind a little extra water myself.” He heard Karen laugh nervously at her mother.

“Just, don’t open your eyes, okay dummy?” she said. He nodded, keeping them shut and enjoying the warmth of the spray that was hitting him. The tile at his back was a little cold but he ignored it. The problem was keeping the proximity of two nude women from his mind. Despite knowing the two were related to him his penis was starting to get a little too comfortable. He could feel it starting to grow, the little bastard! He desperately hoped that neither woman was looking, but couldn’t tell with his eyes closed.

“Karen you’re stiff as a board, relax a little and try to get warmed up okay?” Tamara said. “Casey I put a brush on the little ledge next to your hand. Can you hand it to me?” He nodded, then felt around for the brush. His fingers touched the bristles and he clutched it. When he raised it up to hand it to her his hand impacting something warm and soft as a pillow. He abruptly jerked his hand back and held the brush up.

“Uh, sorry, I can’t see where you are.” he tried to explain, wondering just what it was he had touched. His imagination pulled up images of his mothers large breasts to go with the feeling. He felt his penis start growing dangerously fast once more and fought to think of something completely unappealing to stop it.

“That’s fine thanks.” Tamara said, then he felt the brush vanish from his hand. “I’m going to brush your hair a little Kay.” she said. Casey forced himself to relax and listened as his mother combed Karen’s hair quietly.

A minute later the water faltered and then stopped with an audible groan from not just the pipes, but each of the family members. They’d have to get out now, and they didn’t have any clothes to wear. The thought sent Casey’s hormones raging again. He tried to cover his crotch, but his penis was already half erect. He groaned quietly and prayed they weren’t looking.

“Kay are you feeling a little better now?” Tamara asked. Casey felt a pang of annoyance at his plight, and wondered if the two were ever going to get out of the bathtub or if they intended to stay there all night.

“A bit better.” Karen said, then he heard the shower curtain yanked back.

“Just a moment.” Tamara said, and then Karen let out a little squeak of surprise. Casey kept his eyes shut and wondered what was happening. “Your still really nervous.” Tamara continued.

“Wait mom, what…” Karen’s sentence was cut off suddenly and she mumbled something. After a moment she gasped. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly.

“Nothing, come here.” Tamara said. Suddenly Casey felt something warm touch his penis. His eyes shot open and he saw his mother holding Karen’s hand up to his crotch. Karen was shaking, staring widely at it in fear.

“Whats going on?” Casey wondered grabbing Karen’s hand to pull it away. Tamara pushed herself up against him and enveloped his lips with her own. He stared wide eyed as she kissed him, this was crazy, his own mother was kissing him. A moment later she pulled away and smiled. Casey stood there in shock for a moment, then looked at his sister. Her hand was still on his erect penis, but Tamara wasn’t holding it there anymore.

“It’s, big.” Karen mumbled, then seemed to regain herself and pulled her hand away, looking up at him guiltily. “Sorry, she made me do it.” Casey blinked at her, then looked to his mother. Tamara’s hand suddenly grabbed his penis gently and began working it.

“She’s right, it’s pretty big.” his mother said, then looked back at Karen. “Come on honey, he doesn’t mind at all.” Casey was stunned, then groaned as her hand stimulated him.

“It’s..uhg alright.” he managed to say, then Tamara grabbed his hand and shoved it against her breast. He squeezed and felt her soft mounds one by one. The feeling was amazing and he wanted to say something, to tell her but his jaw wouldn’t work. He just stared dumbly as her flesh moved under his palm.

As he continued he felt another hand on his crotch and glanced down. Karen was hesitantly touching him with her right hand, her face bright red as she tried to cover her chest with her left. He thought to himself that it didn’t seem in the spirit of this crazy affair, then reached over with his free hand and pulled her arm away from her breasts. She looked up at him with eyes wide as he began rubbing one of her breasts as well. While her breasts weren’t as massive as his mothers they were pretty impressive themselves, bigger than he could wrap his large hand around anyway. He rubbed them one by burdur escort one and while she continued to stare at him, and then his dick, he heard her sigh appreciatively.

“Case, that’s…” Karen muttered then stopped mid sentence as Tamara removed her own hand from Casey’s penis and pushed it between her daughters legs. “What, ohh!” Karen moaned again as her mothers fingers caressed her nether lips. Casey kept rubbing his sister’s breasts, but couldn’t see what his mother was doing that made Karen go limp as a rag doll and clutch his shoulder. Thinking that seemed rather interesting, he moved his hand from his mothers nipples to her crotch. He slid his fingers down her slit and felt her shiver as he worked his digits back and forth over her lips.

“You two are pretty knowledgeable.” Tamara muttered. Casey didn’t reply, he figured he was as knowledgeable as anyone else who had watched porn for years, his experience was limited however and he doubted his skill. His mother’s breathing heavy as he slipped a finger, then a second into her hole. Still she wasn’t nearly as loud as Karen, who was huffing and puffing under the movement of her mothers fingers. His sister released his dick and grabbed onto her mothers shoulder as her legs began to give out.

“Mom, what are youuuu?” she couldn’t even finish her sentence. Casey laughed and pulled Karen a little closer to him, as much to help support her as to feel more of her near him. She nearly fell over but he held her up with both hands. Tamara grinned and dropped to her knees in the tub and pressed her mouth to her daughters lower lips. “Ahhh!!” Karen moaned as her mothers tongue slipped along her labia and circled her clit. Casey moved both of his hands around to her breasts and began kneading and tickling them. He pressed his cock into her rear and rubbed against her. “Wait…Case!” she muttered. She turned her head to look at him and he kissed her She didn’t pull back, and instead her eyes drooped halfway in submission. When he released she gasped for air, then let out a terrific moan and her whole body tensed up. Her back arched and pressed heavily into him, and she gained inches as she stood her toes as she cried out.

He held her tight and after a moment she slumped in his arms. Tamara pulled back from her daughters crotch and grinned happily, then stood and kissed Karen. After a moment she pulled away and Karen let out a little laugh, then smiled.

“That was, kinda nice.” she admitted between breaths. Casey laughed at her, then looked at his mother.

“Whats going on with you?” He asked her.

“We’re not done yet.” she just replied, then helped Karen wobble out of the tub. Casey followed, his hardon throbbing. Tamara led Karen to the bed and pulled back the tacky sheets, letting the girl sit down, then she turned to Casey and crouched down, taking his cock with both hands.

“That feels great.” he muttered as she rubbed his penis slowly. Then she licked her lips, and then shoved his cock into her mouth. He jumped and grabbed her head, then felt the tip strike the back of her throat. It took him a few seconds to recover from his surprise as his mother began deep throating him.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Karen asked, watching with interest from the bed. Casey groaned happily as his mother pulled her head back then slammed his cock to the back of her throat again and again. Her lips sucked at his skin and her tongue wrapping around his member with each thrust. After a moment, Karen got up and crouched low, watching with interest as their mom sucked him off. It took a few minutes, then Casey felt himself at the brink.

“I’m about to cum mom, pull it out!” he told her, but she ignored him and kept going. He groaned in exstacy and thrust his hips towards her one last time. Then suddenly he felt the rush in his nether regions and a river of spunk shot out into her mouth and throat at full power. She stopped moving and he saw her throat working as more and more shot into her. After a few seconds it stopped and she pulled away, licking her lips.

“Pretty good shot there.” She commented, then looked at Karen, who was staring in awe.

“Can you teach me that?” Karen wondered. Tamara smiled, then leaned over and kissed her again. Karen accepted the kiss without hesitation this time and moaned happily.

Casey watched the two and wondered why his mother had gotten them all started like this. After a few moments of kissing Tamara backed off and got up, climbing onto the bed, her large breasts swinging around beneath her as she did. Casey caught a glimpse of her cunt and anus and blinked as he realized she was shaved completely clean.

“You shave your crotch mom?” he asked, helping Karen to her feet. As he did he glanced down at her crotch as well. It was neatly trimmed to a landing strip above her slit, when he looked back up at her face she blushed brightly like he had never seen before.

“I’ve never had much hair actually.” Tamara said, then reached down and rubbed her crotch seductively. “Come on up here Karen.” she patted the bed beside her. Karen nodded and climbed onto the bed, crouching next to her mother, but keeping her legs firmly shut. Casey couldn’t help but stare at the two beautiful girls that sat there.

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That night, Lucas ran the experience over and over through his mind. Stroking himself, he would picture the way Elisa’s lips looked wrapped around the head of his cock. The way her small, pale breasts pressed against Emily’s as they shared his cum in a deep kiss. He came pretty quickly, letting it coat his hand and cock, and continued stroking. He imagined it was Ellie’s hand on him. Then, he thought of the way it had felt to have both his sisters touching and exploring it.

Emily, beautiful Emily fingering herself to orgasm, her other hand buried between her twin sister’s legs. Lucas came again without ever going soft, and fell asleep covered in his own cum.

As Lucas walked nervously down to breakfast, he wondered how his sisters might feel about the previous night, having had time to think about what they had done. What if they told their mom? But, they couldn’t do that. Unless, they somehow blamed it on him. But, breakfast was the same as it always was. Mom would be home early that night, and the girls were sleeping over with the squad.

“Oh, Aunt Jenna has a seminar tomorrow, and needs a babysitter. She’ll pay, but you have to get over there pretty early. How about it, Lucas?” His mom asked over coffee.

“I have a paper due on Monday. It’s on the effects of-“

His mom held up a hand. “You lost me at paper. That’s okay, I’ll just go. I haven’t seen her kids in months, anyway.”

Lucas didn’t really have a paper due, but he certainly didn’t want to watch his bratty cousins all day. With his mom home all day today, he was planning to take advantage of the empty apartment tomorrow for a lot of time masturbating. That was pretty much all he wanted to do anymore. Especially after that first glimpse of his sisters.

Emily called shotgun on the way to the car. They only lived about fifteen minutes from the school, but it was usually fifteen minutes of nonstop chatter of whatever teenage girls talk about. That morning was the complete opposite, until Lucas decided to break the silence.

“Um. So. About yesterday?”

“What about it?”

“I mean, it was wrong. Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do stuff like that.” It wasn’t how he really felt, but he thought he should say it.

“Stuff like what?”

“You know what.”

Emily proffered a wicked little grin and said, “You mean like sliding my hands up and down your hard cock? Or how you filled Ellie’s mouth with your hot, sticky cum? Or maybe it was watching us push your cum back and forth with our tongues?”

Elisa laughed from the backseat. “God, Em, you sound like a total slut.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like a total slut. Seriously, Lucas, what you saw us doing before. We were just curious, and it felt pretty good. But ever since I saw your cock, I’ve been horny like nonstop. God, just talking about your big, beautiful dick is getting me wet.” Emily giggled as she looked down at Lucas’ lap. “I guess you like it when I talk like that. Did I make your cock all big and hard talking about how much I want it? Can I see it? Can I touch it?”

Her hands were already undoing his jeans and fishing out his erect cock. She wrapped her soft hand around it and began stroking. Lucas glanced over his shoulder to see that Elisa was leaning forward so she could see. She had hiked up her skirt, pulled aside her panties and was rubbing her pussy. Lucas struggled to keep his eyes on the mostly empty road.

The car swerved and Lucas pulled it straight with a gasp. Emily had lowered her head into his lap and taken half of his cock in her mouth. Her velvet tongue slid hungrily along his shaft as her lips locked down and she sucked hard. His hips rose and he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Her head jerked up as she gagged. Then, she drove her mouth back down. She began bobbing her head up and down, her hot, wet mouth filled with his throbbing cock. He hit the back of her throat over and over, and she gagged a few times, but managed to fight through it.

In the backseat, Elisa had thrust two fingers in her wet pussy. She worked them in and out as she rubbed her clit with the middle finger of her other hand. Watching her twin sister sucking their brother’s cock, she started cumming with a loud moan.

“Oh god, yeah Em, suck his big cock. Ooohhhh, fuck, I’m cumming, yes, god yessss.”

Hearing his sister’s orgasm, Lucas began pumping cum into Emily’s mouth faster than she could swallow. Cum dribbled out of her mouth back onto his cock, and she bobbed up and down, slurping it back into her mouth. When he finished cumming, she sat up, with a huge grin, lips glistening with his cum. She licked her lips, and giggled.

“That tastes so good. I didn’t think it would, but when I tasted it yesterday, I knew I had to have more. Did you like it?”

“Jesus, Emily, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt.”

—-

Class and work that day passed in a haze. Lucas was ordinarily an excellent student, but there was simply no way for him to focus on anything but his sexy sisters. After bayburt escort school, he went home. He thought about going to the game, but none of his few friends would be there. Also, seeing Elisa and Emily in those little cheerleading outfits would just make him horny.

“What do you want for dinner?”

Elisa’s pussy, Lucas thought, or Emily’s. Either one would be fine. “Doesn’t matter, whatever you want, mom.”

“Well, I think I’ll just order something.”

“Sounds good.”

Lucas spent most of the night in his room, doing homework, then getting on his computer for some gaming. When his mom went to bed, he went looking for some porn, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the twins.

Quietly, he opened his door and poked his head out. No light was showing under his mom’s door. He crept down the hall, and listened for a minute before slipping into the twins’ room. Stroking his cock inside his shorts, he carefully picked through Elisa’s drawer of bras and panties. Then, he noticed a small pile of clothes next to Emily’s bed. There was a similar one near Elisa’s and Lucas’ hopes and level of arousal rose. In each, he found a pair of panties they had worn recently. Emily’s were some green stretchy material and Elisa’s were satiny and blue.

He rushed back to his room and stripped naked. Laying on his bed, he wrapped Elisa’s panties around his cock and began stroking, while he brought Emily’s to his face and inhaled the musky scent of her pussy. He thought about what it would be like to lick those sweet lips, to dip his tongue inside her. He imagined her shudders of pleasure as he tasted her. He began licking the crotch of Emily’s panties and was soon cumming into blue satin, coating Elisa’s panties, which felt even better sliding up and down his cock. He fell asleep with Elisa’s cum-covered panties on his cock, and Emily’s over his face.

He woke hard. He must have been having a sex dream. He could still feel his cock engulfed in wet heat. Then, he realized it wasn’t his imagination. His eyes opened and he saw Elisa’s mouth on his cock. She had her hand wrapped around it, sliding up and down with her lips as she bobbed her head. Emily looked up from next to her, where she had been watching intently.

“Ooh, he’s awake.” But, Elisa ignored her. “You were quite a sight when we came home.”

Lucas blushed, but realized his sister was more turned on than anything else. With his little sister’s mouth enveloping his cock, he assumed the girls weren’t angry about what he’d done to their panties. He decided boldness might be his best course of action.

“I loved the smell and taste of you on your panties. Can I do it for real?”

Emily squealed in delight and quickly stripped down. Her eyes flashed in anticipation, hungry for the feel of his mouth. She climbed on top of Lucas, straddling his head, and lowered her already wet pussy to his waiting mouth. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly, as his hot breath washed over her. He licked softly along her lips, and she tried to take her time enjoying the tender attention, but her body took over and she ground her pussy against his mouth. Lucas drove his tongue deep inside her, trying to lick everywhere he could. The taste of his sister’s pussy was going to drive him over the edge when Elisa pulled her mouth off his cock. This was almost a relief, as now Lucas could focus entirely on pleasuring his sister with his tongue and lips, although that’s when he realized there wasn’t a whole lot more he could do. Emily was kneeling over him, with his arms pinned under her legs. The most he was able to do was keep as much of his tongue in her as possible while she rode his face.

“This is so hot, Em.” Elisa’s voice came from nearby. He caught glimpses of his sisters kissing. Elisa’s hands were all over Emily’s breasts, rubbing, squeezing, pinching and pulling nipples. Emily began moving faster, her hips bucking harder as she began to cum.

“Oh yes, oh god, eat me. Eat my wet pussy. Fuck, I’m cumming!” Her pussy slid all over Lucas’ face and she finally slumped down on top of him, moving down to lay beside him. Elisa moved in and began kissing her brother. He could have done that for hours, but after exploring his mouth with her tongue, she moved on to lick Emily’s pussy juices off of his face. She finally sat up with a sheepish grin, before her eyes were drawn back to his hard cock.

“I could suck your cock all day, Lucas. I really love it.”

“I’m not going stop you. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Well,” Elisa said, “that’s not all I want.”. She raised an eyebrow at Emily, who replied, “We are on the pill… So that’s one less concern.”

“Wait, you guys are on the pill?”

“Yeah, mom put us on it a couple years ago. Not for sex!” Emily said, giggling, when she saw Lucas’ look of disbelief. “Girl stuff, it does other things, too. You probably don’t wanna hear it.”

“Well, if you’re thinking what I think you are, isn’t it supposed to hurt the first time? Wait, will bilecik escort it be your first?”

“Of course, silly.” Elisa rolled her eyes. “Anyway, all those years we danced, well, it’s supposed more comfortable for us.”

Lucas had heard something about that, and then it dawned on him what was about to happen.

“Are you sure we should? I mean, it’s incest.” He was nervous, and somewhere in his mind, there was guilt. Regardless, he could think of nothing he wanted more than to feel himself sliding inside one of his little sisters.

“Oh, and all this other stuff isn’t? Honestly, Lucas, Elisa and I talked about it, and we both really, really want to know what it feels like to have your big hard cock inside us. I want you to fill my pussy with it. God, I’m getting even hornier just saying it.”

Lucas smiled and looked back and forth between his two hot sisters. This was really going to happen.

“Do Elisa first, I want to watch.”

Elisa crawled up Lucas’ body, kissing his stomach and his chest. As her tongue snaked around his, he could still taste Emily’s pussy in his sister’s mouth. His cock was between her legs the head of it rubbing against Elisa’s pussy. She moved beside him, laying on her back, and pulled Lucas on top of her.

Elisa looked deep into Lucas’ eyes and said, “Take me, Lucas. I want you in me.” She reached down between them and guided the head of his cock to her waiting pussy.

Even just having the head of his cock inside a pussy was so incredible, Lucas closed his eyes to focus on the feeling. Elisa’s pussy was hot, really hot, and soaking wet. It was quivering around the head of his cock, eagerly awaiting more. He opened his eyes to see her head tilted back, her mouth slightly open, and she was breathing hard, like she was using her whole body. He kissed her neck and closed his eyes again, slowly pushing his cock deeper into his sister’s pussy.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhh.” They moaned together. Her pussy was tight around his cock, and despite what the girls had said earlier, he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt her. He raised his hips, Elisa whimpering at the feel of him sliding out of her. When just the head of his cock was inside his sister’s pussy, he thrust slowly into her. Working his way deeper into her with slow thrusts in and out, he stared at his beautiful sister’s face. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip. Hands clenched in the sheets, nothing existed for her but the feel of her brother’s cock filling her more and more. Finally, his cock sank completely inside his sister. He stopped then, gasping for breath. The feeling was completely overwhelming. There was nothing to which he could compare it. He clenched his eyes shut, amazed that he hadn’t already come as he had taken his little sister’s virginity. His cock throbbed inside her, as Elisa’s pussy squeezed down on him over and over. He regained a small amount of his composure and looked down at his sister, who was staring up at him.

“Do it, Lucas.” Emily was staring intently at where her siblings’ bodies were joined. “Fuck her. Fuck your little sister. This is so hot.” Her hand slid down her body and her fingers began caressing the folds of her pussy.

Lucas slowly pulled his hips away with a shudder. It was complete ecstasy. His sister’s tight pussy made his entire cock feel the most intense pleasure. Before, he got halfway out, Elisa’s hands flew up to his ass, pulled him hard back into her. She groaned loudly, a deep, sexy sound that was half-growl, half-moan. Lucas began pulling out again and she pulled him back in again, thrusting her hips into him. He began thrusting on his own, and he realized he was going to cum.

“Ellie, I have to, I can’t, I’m going to- oh fuck. Oh. Oh. Ohmygod.”. He buried his face in his neck as his entire body began to spasm. His cocked jerked wildly inside his sister’s pussy, as it began to shoot stream after stream of cum into it. It felt like forever, but his orgasm subsided, and he lay atop his sister, trying to catch his breath. He was pulled off by his shoulders, and his cock slid out of Elisa’s pussy. Emily got between her twin’s legs to see her pussy.

“I’m sorry, Ellie, I couldn’t stop, I-“

But, Elisa wasn’t listening. Emily, seeing the cum dribbling out of her sister’s pussy, was completely taken over by the idea of eating her sister’s pussy and her brother’s cum at the same time. Lucas moved down to see better exactly how she did it.

Emily was giving Elisa’s pussy long, slow licks. As the cum leaked out, she would lap it up, and lick all the way up her sister’s pussy and give her clit a flick with her tongue. Elisa’s entire body was undulating, her small, pale breasts heaving as her chest rose and fell. Lucas reached out and cupped one, squeezing it gently. Elisa moaned as he circled her nipple with his finger. He realized something.

“Do you always shave down there?”

“We did it a couple weeks ago,” Ellie managed to say between gasps, “we think they’re prettier this way.” She looked bingöl escort down at Lucas’ cock resting against her thigh, and took it in her hand. She stroked it slowly as her sister’s attention to her pussy took her to the edge of ecstasy. Emily had taken her twin sister’s clit into her mouth, moaning deeply as she licked in tight circles. Her fingers slid up and down the folds of Elisa’s pussy. As Elisa’s hand froze, gripped tightly to Lucas’ cock, a high-pitched “Ohhhhhhh” filled the room. Lucas pinched Elisa’s nipple and gave it a little twist, which sent her into a wild orgasm. Her groans and moans sounded like words but were unintelligible. Her body rocked and bucked, spasms took over her muscles, and as her climax subsided, various parts of her body would twitch as aftershocks of pleasure coursed through her.

Emily managed to extricate herself from between her sister’s legs, and saw Elisa’s hand still clenched around her brother’s cock. He was staring down in awe. The intense orgasm his little sister had just had was an incredibly erotic display, and he realized he would soon be hard again.

“You mind if I take over?” Emily asked as she removed her sister’s hand. Elisa mumbled something that could have been anything. She was still trying to recover her senses. Emily bent down and began licking the head of Lucas’ cock. She opened her mouth and bent forward, letting his cock slide in on her tongue. There she waited, holding his cock her in mouth as he grew completely hard again before pulling her mouth away from him. Her slid up Lucas’ thigh to cup his balls, and as she massaged them, a bead of precum appeared at the tip of his cock. She quickly scooped it onto her tongue, sliding it around the head of his cock.

“Mmmm, you like that? You like it when your little sister licks your big, hard dick?” Lucas didn’t know where Emily had learned to talk like that, but it made him even more turned on. “Oh, Lucas, I want it. I want it bad. Do you want to put it in my little pussy?” She put a hand on his chest and pushed him down beside Elisa. Then she straddled him and positioned her pussy over his cock. “Can I? Can I please have it? I need to feel your huge cock filling my tight, little cunt.”

Lucas had been struck dumb by how slutty his sister was sounding. It was better than any porn he had ever seen. His hips responded by pushing the head of his cock up into his little sister. Beside him, Elisa was watching lazily, her hands slowly sliding over her skin. She caressed herself softly, content to be a spectator for the moment.

“Oh yea, Lucas, that feels so good.” She had placed the head of Lucas’ cock inside her, and was looking down at him, chewing her lip, a nervous expression on her face. Her eyes, however, had a mischievous gleam. “Are you going to take my cherry now? Do you think this big thing is going to fit in my tiny, little, virgin pussy?”

Emily grinned then, and moaned as she pushed her tight pussy down onto his cock in one smooth motion. When she got it all the way in, she started rocking her hips back and forth. “How’s that feel Lucas? How’s your little sister’s tight pussy feel around your huge cock. It’s filling me up so good. I’m gonna ride this big dick of yours until you fill my sweet little snatch with cum.”

Lucas couldn’t believe how dirty his sister could talk, but he was loving every bit of it. He decided to see if he could turn her on more.

“Yeah, Em, ride my cock. Your tight pussy feels so good. Take your brother’s big cock and fill your pussy with it. You like that? You like my huge cock, you little slut?”.

He stopped then. He’d gotten carried away and wasn’t sure if he’d gone too far. But, Emily squealed in delight, and slid her pussy back up his cock. She grinned down at her brother and slammed her cunt down on his cock with a soft grunt. She leaned forward and braced her hands beside him. The she began fucking his cock with long, hard strokes. Her ass rose and fell in sharp thrusts. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes closed tight. Her breath came in short gasps. She rode her brother’s cock faster and faster.

Lucas was mesmerized by Emily’s small, pale, perfect tits hanging over him. They swayed and jiggled with her thrusting. Raising his head, he managed to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. His cock was wrapped tightly in his little sister’s pussy as he moaned onto her nipple, his tongue licking quickly as his lips held it in his mouth. She fucked him faster and harder, and he grabbed her hips so he could thrust into her as she shoved her pussy down onto his dick.

“Oh, oh yeah, fuck it’s so good. Fuck my tight pussy with your big cock. Shoot your cum in me Lucas. Fill my little pussy with that hot, sticky cum.”

Lucas let out a loud, long moan and came with a violent bucking of his hips.

As Emily felt her brother’s cum filling her, her soaking wet pussy swelled and tightened as her breath was taken away by a powerful orgasm. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, and she thrust her hips through the waves of pleasure.

She collapsed on top of Lucas as they both tried to catch their breath. Elisa began stroking her hair, and Emily simply enjoyed the tenderness of it as she rested her head on her brother’s chest. They all lay there for a while, silently basking in the afterglow of what they had shared.

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

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

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

“The pub, I told you bitch.”

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

“Let me out of here. I ….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said don’t you bitch!? Answer me!”

“Y-Yes Master, I do.”

He smirked and ruffled her hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My sister. I told her to.”

The girl did not react more than a wily smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning slave.”

“Good Morning Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

She asked me for money.

She bought a tanning suit.

She wore it in front of me.

She let her boobs slip out.

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

She bought the tanning oil.

She complained about our door being locked at night.

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

She had larger breasts than her mom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…didn’t see one here…”

Sarah smiled, clearly not buying it.

“Well, it still has to be unlocked…”

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

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

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

“What’s that all about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So…what should we do now?”

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

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

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

“Just one…or two…?”

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

“I found something I might like to do…”

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

“And it doesn’t involve our daughter…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you know what it is…?”

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

“Is it bigger than a shoe box…?”

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

“Much smaller…”

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

“Is it for me…?”

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

“No…but yes…”

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

“Is it…a new computer…”

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

“No…that’s bigger than a breadbox…”

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

“Not with such a bad guess…mister…”

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

“Is it…something I can see…?”

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

“No…not yet…”

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

“Is it…something you’re wearing…”

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

“Yes…I am…”

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

“Ohhh…somebody else wants to guess…”

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

“Wow…what a good guess…that’s right…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then we better be quiet…”

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

“So…can I see…”

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

“So, I thought my might like…”

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

“…something like…”

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

“…this.”

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

“They look good, don’t they…”

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

“Oh, honey…they look so good…”

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

“God, Peter…oh…jeeze…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled.

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

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

“God, there almost like Sarah’s…”

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

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

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

“I’ve noticed nothing…”

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

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

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

“You mean…that Sarah has…what…”

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

“..banana tits…”

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

“Well…she does…”

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

“…with puffy nipples…”

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

“…and they’re so firm…”

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

“…they do look like Sarah’s…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘And have you still got it?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My name is Taylor. I always had the same dream. My twin sister Makayla and I finally got what we had wanted for so long, and fucked our daddy. He would ride us for hours until finally cumming on our faces, and I would wake up, my pussy soaked. Then I’d go to school and think about it all day. It was an endless cycle.

Our mother left our daddy when we were twelve, about five and a half years ago, and he’d raised us alone ever since. She was an idiot for leaving a man as clever, kind, and sexy as him. I didn’t understand why she did it…

Anyway, Makayla and I often fantasized about our daddy, sometimes masturbating together, but we’d never had sex, with each other, or any other boy. But when we were seniors, our long dream finally came true.

We had just come home from school, and we saw our daddy working out in the garage. He was a very strong man, and was benching about 300 lbs.

“Wow, daddy,” Makayla said, “you’re really strong.” Makayla was wearing a sleeveless blue top and jean shorts that hugged her hot ass very tightly. Her top showed off her small, perfect 26B tits.

Daddy grunted and set the bar back on the bench. He was wearing bicycle shorts and no shirt. His muscles gleamed with sweat and he panted us a hello.

I walked over and pressed the button, closing the garage door. Makayla and I has gone over this plan at least twenty times that day, and we were ready. We walked daddy back inside and I got him some water. He said thanks and drank it quickly.

“Hey daddy?” I said slyly, “Now that I’m 18, I was thinking about getting some breast implants.” I gestured at my small but firm titties.

“No daughter of mine will ever get any form of plastic surgery!” he said strictly. “Besides, it’s not like you need implants.” He blushed very soon after saying that, and left the room. Makayla and I followed him, our chocolate brown hair sweeping behind us.

“I don’t know daddy.” ardahan escort Makayla said. “Taylor might be right. I mean, look.” She started rubbing my tits with both hands. “They seem pretty small to me.”

Daddy moaned quietly, and I could see a slight bulge coming from his bike shorts.

“You’re one to talk.” I told Makayla. “Yours are smaller than mine.” I said as I fondled hers in return.

Daddy moaned a bit louder and said, “Girls, stop this right now.” But we had him right where we wanted him. I tore at Makayla’s shirt, ripping it and exposing her bra. She cried out and did the same to mine. We started “wrestling” on the floor, and deliberately undid each others’ bras in the process. Our bare tits bounced around slightly as we groped each other.

“Girls!” Daddy shouted. We stopped and looked over at him. His bulge was now huge as he stared at our slim bodies. “I want you to…” But he never got a chance to finish, I reached over, pulled down his shorts, exposing his large, beautiful cock, and popped it in my mouth.

Daddy groaned like I’d never believed he would. I felt his hands on the back of my head, and thought he was going to make me stop. Disappointed, I was ready to give up when he pulled my mouth toward him, wrapping my mouth completely around his dick, all the way to the base.

I gagged as my throat stretched, and I had tears in my eyes, but I finally had what I wanted, and wasn’t about to give it up. I vigorously started working his shaft with my mouth, savoring the flavor of his large manhood. I could barely contain it. I swear it was at least 7″ long.

Behind me, I heard Makayla unzipping her shorts. She came up behind me and played with my tits. Daddy looked at his twin girls lovingly, and with something new. Lust. He took his cock out of my mouth and I pouted.

“It’s Makayla’s turn.” He told me. So I let my sister take over and I undid artvin escort my pants and pulled down my panties. I sat there and watched them, my pussy growing wetter and wetter until I had to finger it. I moaned and moaned for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, at long last, Makayla was done sucking. Daddy looked satisfied with us. But he hadn’t cum yet and I wasn’t anywhere near done with him. I pushed him down on his bed, took his cock, rubbed it on my pussy, and shoved it in forcefully.

I was in heaven. The pain was delicious. It made me even hornier, and pleasure soon overtook it. I fucked him cowgirl style, loving the feeling of his enormous cock sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Something incredible happened inside me. Pleasure overtook me completely and I screamed.

“Oh my God daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your little girl! Make me cum!” I kept screaming until I could barely breathe. Daddy hadn’t cum yet, so I got off his cock and let Makayla enjoy his cock. She gasped as it slid into her. She leaned forward so her ass was sticking out, and she kissed daddy on the lips. Their tongues danced across each other. I stared in awe as daddy’s dick slid out of Makayla’s pussy and slammed back into it. She gasped every time he did it.

“Oh my fucking god! Fucking cum in me daddy! Give it to me! I want to milk all your cum out of you! Uhh! Oh God! Ahhhh!” Daddy thrust in her one last time and groaned loudly. Makayla screamed and cum flooded her pussy. She slumped over daddy, her body spent of all its energy. But I still had one more fantasy to live before I could be satisfied. Grabbing her by her tits, I moved Makayla over to the bed, her back on it, and her legs hanging off. I took her legs and slung them over my shoulders. I stared at her pussy, just inches away from my face, and dove in.

I licked and slurped at her slit and she moaned with pleasure every time I tongued bodrum escort it. She started to convulse and I had to grab her legs to keep her from thrashing. Daddy held her arms down as she bucked and squirmed, screaming all the while. My twin sister tasted delicious. Her moist cunt tasted slightly of sweat, but it smelled like the melon body wash we use. I kept digging inside her until I got what I wanted. My daddy’s cum. Excited, I dove my tongue inside her and ate our daddy’s cum out of my sister’s pussy. The taste of cum mixed with pussy was by far the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I continued to tongue fuck her for about five more minutes until I was sure I’d gotten it all.

Makayla was absolutely spent. She passed out from sexual exhaustion. I walked over to Daddy and sucked his tongue. Then I walked back to his bed, leaned down on it, my body bent over, but still standing up, reached back, and spread my ass, revealing my small little hole.

“Oh Daddy,” I sang, “I’ve got something new for you.” An excited glimmer flashed across his eyes and he walked over. He drooled on my asshole, rubbed spit onto his gorgeous cock, and shoved it in my ass. It felt fantastic. I felt the walls of my anus stretching, even more than my throat did, and enjoyed him slamming into my ass.

“Daddy! Spank me! Spank me!” I begged, “Make me your anal cumslut! You can do anything you want if you spank me!” He bowed to my wishes and hit my ass, hard. I cried out with pleasure and begged him to do it again. He hit my ass over and over again. It turned pink, then bright red. I could still feel his huge cock sliding in and out of my asshole. He groaned, slid it out, and moved me over next to Makayla, so our faces were touching. She was still passed out, but I licked her lips sexily while staring at Daddy’s eyes. He was jacking off furiously, and groaned loudly. His cum shot all over our faces, hitting my lips, cheeks, and neck. I looked over at Makayla and licked all of it off my sister’s face. I then opened my mouth, full of cum, and stared Daddy in the eye as I swallowed.

So that was the first time I lived my dream. Now, five years later, I still continue to live that dream with my Daddy and my sexy twin sister.

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She stood there in the doorway to the shower, dripping, the towel rubbing her shoulders, then blotting at her hair. I had just come in from out in the shop; she had left the door to the downstairs bathroom open.

“Uncle Bill, I didn’t know anyone was home!”

“I have been out throwing in the shop, I didn’t know you were up.” I tried to look away from her, but couldn’t help it, she was so wet, and the water made her body shine in a thousand droplets under the bathroom lights.

She was trying to keep covered up, and yet continue to dry herself.

“Your breasts and nipples are really very beautiful. I love large nipples, and nice rounded breasts.”

She blushed, not knowing just what to say, and then answered with a quiet demure” thank you”

“Are they sensitive? Do they like to be touched” I stammered as I moved closer, looking right into her eyes.

“Uhh, yes, but we shouldn’t be. . .” I reached out and rubbed a finger over the right nipple where it was exposed above the towel.

“Uncle Bill, please don’t do that, “her voice was soft and quivering. The nipple began to harden to my finger and thumb twirling around it as her aureole puckered with little goose bumps.

“It seems to like it, don’t you?” I was becoming more confident, and I started to pull and pinch at the nipple as it hardened even more. I reached up with my other hand and began to play with the left nipple sliding my hand under the towel.

“Please, please don’t,” her face flush with a look of confusion.

“You do like it, don’t you, you don’t want me to stop. It feels good doesn’t it, having your uncle play with your nipples.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t be . . .” her confusion much more apparent.

I lowered my mouth to her right nipple and encircled it with my tongue, sucking lightly. My left hand was unoccupied and I sent it on a mission to her ass, roaming and squeezing. She squirmed but said nothing, as I sucked the nipple in hard and then snapped it with my tongue.

“Ohhhh,” she whimpered.

My lower hand found the inside of her thighs rubbing against both at once as they moved upward.

“Nooooooo, don’t, don’t,” and she clamped her legs together tightly. I moved my mouth to her left nipple, licking her flesh as I went, then sucked on it as I had the right, drawing it into my mouth and snapping it, then lightly grazing it with my teeth.

“Mmmmm,” her voice was muffled as she tried not to make a sound.

I continued to play with her thighs, what had I to lose. If I stopped now, she might tell, if I didn’t stop, maybe just maybe. . . I played with her nipples now and her breasts, my mouth going from one to the other at will, she didn’t seem to resist at all anymore. My lower hand brushed over balıkesir escort her bush, on the outside, a narrow strip of hair. I let my hand follow it downward to the Y of her legs, I could feel the fatness of outer lips, and insinuated my finger between them,

“No noooooo, don’t,” she moaned.

The towel dropped. I lowered my head to her mouth and kissed her, not hard or forcing, just kissing, she kept her mouth shut, but I continued. My left hand played with her nipples, her ass, her hair. I whispered into her ear “I feel your wetness, your nipples are sensitive, and they have lit a fire in your pussy Karen.”

“You always liked breast feeding your 2 children, strutting around with them at your breast, giving a small show to me when you fed them during your visits.” I sucked on her right nipple again, lowering my head and my body slightly, giving my lower hand more room and leverage. I worked the finger in between her legs, sliding between her inner lips to find a damp trickle from her opening. I sucked on the nipple a little more then to the left one as my finger rubbed around her clit, spreading her juices.

“Mmmmmm “she moaned not so restrained.

I moved up to her face and kissed her lips again. She still didn’t kiss back, but I continued with my triple attack, two hands, and my mouth working at her. Her legs were the first thing that gave her feelings away, they relaxed, slowly, and as they did I thrust a finger into her depths swirling it in the dew.

“gggggggg” she tried to pull back, but the bathroom wall was there.

I decided that there was only one way to settle this. I dove at her breast again, taking the nipple in and sucking hard, pulling and sucking, as my teeth nipped at it, then diving lower, the inside hips above her “Y”

were licked and kissed by me. I moved my tongue to the wetness tasting the sweet saltiness of her, as I pushed my tongue along the route my finger had taken.

“Please, Uncle Bill, I can’t take this, don’t” she whimpered, but I found her clit, and encircled it, as my middle finger of my right hand thrust into her honey pot, hooking and rubbing for her “g” spot as my left hand pinched and fondled her nipples. She was breathing much harder now, and her hands tried to push me away, weakly. I continued, working an elbow between her knees, giving my hand and my face more room, her juices were sweet, there is nothing like warm damp pussy, I thought. Her legs were now spread, and her movement towards my mouth imperceptible, but there, in spite of herself, she wanted more. I worked my arm sideways spreading her legs a little more, and began making long strokes over her clit with my tongue, down into the opening where my fingers bartın escort massaged her “g” spot. Her squirming was becoming more intense, and her knees seemed to be buckling, I took her right leg and put it over my shoulder, propping her up. I reinserted the middle finger into the seeping hole at the heart of her and used a jack hammer motion to reassert my control over her, she responded by placing her hands on my head, pressing me into her as her hips jerked at my face. I didn’t fight her now, just let her ride my questing tongue and fingers until she started quaking at her belly, ripples running down her legs, the moans, so intense.

“Ooooh gdd, I’m cumming, please . . . don’t stop.”

I didn’t intend to. I continued to lick at her until the tremors subsided and she calmed, moving her leg off of my shoulder.

I stood up and kissed her, her arms came up and wrapped themselves around my neck as I held her ass, the kiss was intense. I stroked her ass, and kissed her again.

“There is more where that came from,” I said as I dipped my face to her right nipple, licking it, and then sucking it to a new hardness. “Take out my cock”

She faltered, but I went to the other nipple, and sucked it in nibbling on the tip,

“Go on.”

She seemed to be trying to make up her mind, then slowly she unzipped me and reached into fish out my cock.

“Aunt Janet said it was large, I heard mom and her talking.”

“Not so big” I said quietly, enjoying the feel of her fingers stroking up and down it.

“I have never had one this big,” as she started to stroke him in earnest.

I didn’t care what she thought. She was looking at my cock with a strange look on her face, and I asked her,

“Do you want to taste it”? I kissed her again, while rubbing her nipples with both hands, then with my hands on her shoulders pushed her gently down, it didn’t take much. My cock was standing at full mast, but I swear it got harder as her tongue reached out and touched the tip, licking off a drop of precum. She continued by licking under the shaft, and then swirling her tongue around over the glans. Heavenly! I was now the one to get weak kneed as she took the shaft and sucked it into her mouth with a light vacuum as her right hand came up to tickle my balls. I looked for her left hand, and saw it down under her body, and the upper arm and elbow moving in a jerky motion, she was fingering herself. Her sucking was having a strong effect on me, but since I don’t cum easy on blowjobs I let her continue. I undid my jeans, and removed my shirt, kicking everything away. Then I pulled her up and kissed her, her arms raised to my shoulders wrapping around my neck as I played with a nipple and started batman escort to rub at her pussy with my thigh.

She responded by riding my leg. The kiss was followed by another and another, ’til I sat on the toilet.

“Come sit on me”

“No face me”

She straddled my legs, moving forward, and began to sit.

“Go on, You know what do with that.”

She grabbed my cock by the shaft and placed it at her gaping wet honey pot, rubbing it back and forth in the wetness. My hands went to her hips, as I leaned forward to take a nipple in my moth to suck. She began to descend on me, relishing the feel as it entered into her belly. She sank all of the way down to it and sat still. I kissed her again and her arms came up to encircle me again.

“What do you want, Karen?”

“Tell me what you want.”

She sat there, looking at the space between us, knowing that this was the future and the past all in one answer.

“Fuck me, fuck me now.” Her voice was distant far off, and too quiet.

“No, look in my eyes and tell me what you want.”

She looked up at me, “Fuck me Uncle Bill, Please Fuck me, I need it now.”

I moved my hands to her ass, and lifted her off my cock, and when it was about out of her I let her drop again, I started working to a rhythm as she started to fall into the same with a forward and back motion. We continued on as her motion caused my cock to ride over her clit, and then hit the front of her cunt, pounding at her “g” spot. Soon there was a sheen of sweat glistening off of her body and mine. Her moans were intensifying, and she was shaking slightly, all signs of her impending climax. Remembering how she liked her nipples played with I dived my head at her left breast and started to tease the nipple. She began to cum only a few seconds later.

She began urging me to cum, “come on Uncle Bill, I want to feel you spurt in me”

I couldn’t think of anything more pleasurable and was soon dumping my seed deep in her wetness at the center of her universe. It took a while to recover, both of us sitting there entwined as we came down from the mountain. She kissed me, her tongue reaching in to my mouth to search for my tongue and then retreat, a game. We continued to kiss, and fondle for long moments, then she lifted herself off of me, looking at my shrunken member, kneeling to take it into her mouth and like it clean. I was totally surprised, she was now on her own, and doing this. After long moments, she stood up, I looked at the body I had just possessed standing before me, appreciatively. I stood, and held her close, feeling her breasts at my chest as we kissed again and I fondled her ass and breasts.

“We can’t do this often,” she said, “Randy would wonder.”

I thought to myself, her husband, what about my wife? “Does this mean that you want to do this again?”

“Oh yes, but now I don’t have to pretend, the next time will be different.”

“One fantasy down, many more to go.” Her mouth descending on mine for another wonderful questing kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I know it,” I assure him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“True, true,” Terry admits.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you still dating Maria?” She asked.

“Not at the moment. How’s Justin?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry.” I finally mustered.

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

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

“Stop it. There are people around.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We already are.” She replied.

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

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

“You like that big cock, baby?”

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

“Here it comes, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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