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My Special Ingredient

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The premise of this story was suggested to me by my friend Kirsten. I hope she likes what I’ve done with her idea. This naughty piece of fun is dedicated to her with love.

Scarlett fussed around the kitchen and tried to prepare the meal for all the guests that would be arriving later on. Most of the food was ready, but there was one special treat she couldn’t quite get the hang of. It was driving her up the wall.

“DamndamnDAMN!” the cute redhead cursed under her breath. She hadn’t had the best of years, capping it off was the death of Beverly, her mom, six months prior. A month after that, Jeff had walked out on her after 2 years of dating, saying she wasn’t “wild” enough for him.

Asshole. He had no fucking idea how wild she could get and now he wasn’t going to. Why were men so stupid about asking for what they wanted? If he’d wanted a threesome, all he needed to do was ask. If he’d wanted to share her with another one of his buddies, he could have said so. She was no silly little girl, she was a sexy, wild, passionate young woman of 25. Jeff was certainly not the creative lover she needed either, but they could have talked about it, she thought.

If felt so unusual to be living at home again, even stranger with just Scarlett and her Daddy. Her father, Jack, was still acting a bit like a lost puppy. Scarlett had no regrets about moving home to be with him. They kind of looked out for each other, she fixed his meals and kept the house clean, he helped her with some of her writing assignments and kept her mind off missing Jeff. They were good company for each other.

At certain times her father reminded her of Jeff. They both had the same sense of humor and both had sharp, analytical minds. Her mother had often told Scarlett that her father’s mind was the first thing she’d noticed about him. Scarlett teased Beverly she thought it was Daddy’s cute butt. Her mother had laughed uproariously.

Beverly had often teasingly referred to Jack as her “boy toy”. She was 10 years older than he when they’d met, Bev was long resigned to a life of being single. Jack began work at Beverly’s law firm as an Associate. The attractive 33-year old was smitten with her younger associate from the first, and he, with her. They were dating within a month, lovers after that, married three months later. Their children had come in short order – Tricia, Julie and Scarlett, named for her mother’s favorite movie.

Scarlett was the apple of her daddy’s eye from the moment she was born. It was she that shored Jack up when Beverly’s health began failing. The cancer took her very quickly, she didn’t suffer, but her daughter and husband were devastated beyond words. Scarlett’s other sisters, Tricia and Julie were married and living away from home, so it was left to Scarlett to help take care of Daddy.

Everyone was coming home for the holidays and Scarlett wanted to make her mom’s special Gumdrop Christmas cake. She’d made a few and given them to friends, but she could NEVER seem to get it to taste the same as her mom’s. There was some secret ingredient Scarlett didn’t know about and her mom didn’t reveal. She wondered if Daddy knew, but she hadn’t a chance to ask him.

She sighed when she thought of her father, trying so hard to tie up the loose ends since her mother’s passing. Daddy didn’t share the same kind of passion for corporate law that her mother did, Jack was a Defense Attorney, and a damned good one. Many an innocent man owed his freedom to her wonderful father. She was very proud of him, Scarlett thought quietly.

Her father had always taken the time to make her feel good about herself, When boys teased her about her freckles years ago, Jack had told her that they’d find them sexy when she was older. And they did. When she was a senior in High School, the curves started coming, she let her red hair grow long and wavy and the boys flocked to her. Her friend Brandi and she often competed for the boy’s attentions, but it was a friendly competition.

She looked down at Mom’s hand-written notes for the cake – it was driving her insane, wondering just what it was that made Mom’s cake so special. She’d asked that question years earlier, her mother had just smiled reflectively and said “Love.”

“Hmmphh. Thanks bunches, Mom.”

Scarlett was being extremely careful not to make a mess, as she was already dressed for the arrival of their company. She’d put her 5’5″ frame into a pretty, white short dress, she wore her favorite powder-blue stockings and the new heels Daddy’d given her for Christmas. She’d had her hair done the previous day and had taken time Alanya Yabancı Escort to line her eyes and use a nice blue eye shadow that made her baby-blues gleam. Boy, would Jeff want to fuck me now, she thought with a sigh.

Her sex life had always been abundant – with Jeff and prior to him as well. Scarlett was a highly-sexed young lady, from what little she could figure, she got that from her mother. She knew from overhearing years earlier, that her parents had enjoyed a very active, very imaginative, sex life.

Scarlett checked on the rest of the meal and returned to making the cake. She vowed that after tonight, she was going to go out and buy herself some trashy lingerie and a few vibes and dildos. Hell, if her love-life didn’t pick up, she might even respond to one of Brandi’s none-too-subtle bi-sexual overtures.

She sighed again, mixing the batter for the cake. She’d already cut up the Gumdrops, grated the lemon peel, mixed in the lemon juice and got out the raisins. She thought that Brandi’s approach to life was the right one – live it to the fullest, try it if you’re not terrified of it, if you like it, do it more. Jeff had no fucking clue, she thought as she worked away.

“Having trouble punkin’?”

“Ohh! Daddy, you scared the daylights out of me!” Scarlett had nearly spilled cake batter on her dress, but just narrowly avoided doing so.

“What’s wrong Scarlett? You have that look on your face that you get when something’s really bugging you.”

Scarlett almost had tears in her eyes, it was if everything had piled on her at once. “Oh Daddy, I’m just – fed up. Losing Mom, then Jeff, then having to make dinner for everyone and now – this frigging cake! I still don’t know what Mom’s secret ingredient was, do you?”

Jack smiled, an odd look came over his face. “Yeah, but – well, perhaps it would be easier just to show you?”

Jack walked over to his adored daughter and leaned forward. He kissed her softly on her pouty, full lips. This was far from a fatherly kiss, it shocked Scarlett momentarily, but she found herself returning it. “Daddy?” she said softly.

“It’s okay punkin’, nothing bad is going to happen” he told her as he put his arms around her waist and lifted the tiny girl onto the kitchen counter. “You’re so beautiful Scarlett, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen!”

Scarlett’s heart was pounding in her chest. Her father had always expressed his love for her, been openly affectionate, but this was different. This was full of love, passion, lust – and she wanted more of it. It was wrong, and that added to the illicit thrill of the moment.

“I trust you, Daddy” she told him. “Go ahead.”

Jack moved forward, he gathered Scarlett’s dress up in his hands and moved it upwards, bunching it around her waist. He ran his knowing hands up her stocking-clad legs, she gave an involuntary shudder as his hands caressed her lovingly. “That feels wonderful, Daddy” she purred. “Please, don’t stop.”

“You have beautiful legs, Scarlett honey” Jack said as he kissed up her legs. “The stockings are very sexy.”

“I like stockings Daddy. I like being a girl.” Scarlett sighed as her father continued to kiss up and down one leg, then the other. She was becoming aroused, she wondered if her parent could smell the scent of her arousal. She was sure her little thong was thoroughly soaked through, but she didn’t seem to care. Her inhibitions seemed to be flying out the window as her father continued to manipulate her body.

“When does the rest of the family arrive?” Jack asked, seemingly regaining his senses for a moment.

In a dream-like state, Scarlett answered. “Ohh, not for hours.”

Jack smiled and kissed her lips and cheek softly. “Good. We have plenty of time.”

Scarlett returned her father’s smile. She felt no shame in doing this, and more than a little lust. Her father was the sexiest man she’d ever known, and she realized that she’d compared many of her boyfriends to her father – and they’d all fallen short. Her father’s intelligence, his rugged good looks, his kind heart – they were all the things she’d been looking for in a lover.

“Wait a minute, Daddy” Scarlett told her father. She moved and pulled the dress off of her body, now clad in her stocking and shoes. She also had on a dainty, powder blue bra, sheer with a flowered pattern on it. It held her 34″ breasts nicely in place and Jack kissed each tiny nipple through the fabric. Scarlett shivered in pleasure.

“I want to make love to you Scarlett, will you let me?”

Scarlett nodded, words failed Alanya Yaşlı Escort her. People would tell her this was wrong, but she didn’t feel that way. She wanted her father, wanted Jack’s cock fucking deeply in her pussy, wanted the wild – and hot – loving she was sure her father could provide.

“Yes Daddy. Take off my thong, see how MUCH I want you, too!”

With Scarlett still perched precariously on the counter, Jack removed the tiny blue thong that covered his daughter’s sweet pussy. She was soaked, her juices already making her sweet, red-furred pussy glisten. She took care of her pussy, he could tell, her bush was trimmed neatly. He kissed her, was overcome with the taste and began eating her, licking her, dining on her, making a feast out of his daughter’s cunt. The taste of her was intoxicating, nearly overwhelming his senses.

Little mewls of pleasure escaped Scarlett’s lips, she was awash in erotic delights. The sensation of her daddy’s licking tongue on her naked, exposed pussy was the best thing she’d ever known. He was adept at licking pussy, better than anyone she’d ever known. She had to give him pleasure too, she would have felt ungrateful had she not done so.

“Daddy, let me suck your cock. Please? I’ve been told I’m good. Your little girl is a good cocksucker, Daddy” she said with a little pout.

Jack smiled at his sweet daughter. “Well, you can’t do it from up there, now can you? Let me get seated in a chair. Come on down, punkin’!”

Scarlett got down from the counter as her father seated himself in one of the plush kitchen chairs. He went to unzip himself, but he saw the teasing glint in Scarlett’s eyes and decided to let her do it. She unzipped his fly slowly, rubbing his cock with the palm of her hand, he was almost erect within seconds.

She slid her tiny hand into his boxers and removed his thick cock, slipping her mouth over the crown. She circled it with her tiny, pink tongue and began to lick at it. Seconds later, she plunged her face down on her father’s shaft, from the tip right down to the base, and back up again. Jack groaned, she was right, she was a MAGNIFICENT cocksucker and she was all his.

Her tongue swirled and whirled, licked and lapped and took in all of his cock, all the while, her sparkling blue eyes looking up at him with admiration, love and lust. His cock was glistening, throbbing from her efforts and he ached to please his precious baby.

“Scarlett, once we take the next step, there’s no turning back. Are you sure you want this, baby? Are you sure you want Daddy to fuck you?”

The brightest of smiles came over her face and she practically yelled “YES!” Jack smiled. “Daddy, there’s no one else in the world I love as much as you. Why it took so long, I don’t know, but you’re going to make love to me. You’re going to fuck me. Not just tonight, but any night you want Daddy. I’m yours Daddy, if you’ll have me.”

IF he would have her? There was no one else in the world he wanted more, he leaned down and kissed her again, their tongues mingling. “I’ll have you baby. I love you, very much.”

“I’m glad, Daddy” Scarlett said softly, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.

Jack smiled. “Time for tears is over. Time for you to get fucked is NOW!”

Scarlett clapped her hands together in glee and she got herself in position. Straddling her father’s broad thighs, she sat down on his cock. It slid easily into her wet, horny cunt, like it was made to be there. She started rocking on it, rolling her hips back and forth. The chair underneath them groaned in protest, but it held their combined weight. Scarlett began to roll her hips around, in tiny circles. “Good Daddy, oooh, so fucking good, my Daddy’s dick, my Daddy’s hard dick in his baby’s pussy!”

Her lewd words turning him on, Jack rubbed the tiny bud of her clit, crooking his finger inside her pussy as she took his shaft deep inside her. She groaned and he felt the juices flowing over his outstretched hand as her muscles contracted in a mini-orgasm. She didn’t miss a beat though, she kept right on fucking her father, her pert breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Scarlett sighed as Daddy caressed them gently, sucking each nipple gently as she rode him.

“You’re beautiful Scarlett, simply beautiful” Jack said with a sigh as her body seemed to take more of his cock. She smiled and leaned in for a kiss, the two of them kissing with incestuous passion.

“I want to be beautiful for you Daddy, sexy for you, passionate for you. Is that all right?” she said, biting her bottom lip. She Alanya Yeni Escort was still apprehensive about where all this might lead, it was so new, so forbidden.

Jack nodded. “I think tomorrow, when everyone’s gone, you need to move into my bedroom. I don’t want you sleeping alone anymore. We’re also taking you shopping. You like being a girl, we’re going to keep you being the sexiest girl alive!”

Despite trying not to, Scarlett found herself crying again, tears of joy. She’d found her man, the long-time lover she’d been wanting. Who would have thought it would be her own, special Daddy. She began to move her body faster, getting into the rhythm of their fucking more.

“You’d better stock up on vitamins, Daddy-lover, because I’m going to fuck you as much as I can. Fuck me Daddy, fuck the shit out of your hot-cunted, slut of a daughter!”

Jack gave in to her demands, gripping her hips and pulling her up and down his shaft. She took whatever he gave, pound for pound. Their bodies slapped together and he knew she was the equal of her mother in the bedroom. Scarlett’s passions were different than Bev’s, but the hot-blooded girl could exhaust him and he knew it. But what a way to tire!

Scarlett ground her hips on her Daddy’s cock, gritting her teeth to keep from crying out. He was big and hard, he fit her so nicely – dared she tell anyone about this? She thought of Brandi and how shocked she’d be and thought it might be fun to shock her best pal with the news of this kinky coupling. The illicit thought made her shiver with anticipation.

“Are you going to cum Daddy? Please, cum for me Daddy. Let me feel you cum, shoot it on me body, on my face or titties if you like. Use me Daddy, I’m your slut!”

Jack grinned at her eagerness. “Are YOU going to cum baby?” Scarlett nodded and said “Nearly, Daddy.”

He lifted her off his cock, a puzzled look crossing her face. He went to the cupboard and pulled out a brandy snifter and returned to his still-confused child. “The special ingredient baby – love!”

“I don’t get it, Daddy.” He knelt down between her legs and instructed her to stand, legs spread apart. As she did so, Jack manipulated Scarlett’s clit and the juices began pouring down her thighs, She orgasmed, nearly losing her balance in the process. When she finally began shaking, she let out a giggle.

“Daddy – do you mean to tell me the secret ingredient was – PUSSY JUICE?” She laughed heartily.

Jack sat back down on the chair and she sat on his lap. “Yes. Your mother and I had sex each time she made one of these cakes. It was her kinky, fun little way of adding some much-needed spice to the holidays. Only she and I – and now you – ever knew the secret.”

Scarlett giggled, then she had an idea of her own. “Daddy, can I add a little innovation of my own?”

Jack toyed with his daughter-lover’s nipples and said “Just what naughty innovation did you have in mind, baby girl?”

She knelt down between her father’s legs and began to suck on his cock again. “You didn’t cum yet, did you Daddy?” He was confused for a second, then he caught on to what his daughter planned to do.

“Nope. And the glass is only a little full.”

Scarlett nodded and began working on her father. She knew that even days when she wouldn’t be baking, they’d be searching for their “special ingredients”. This holiday had become her favorite one of all.

A few minutes later, she felt her father’s cock begin to pulsate. She caught the remaining drops in the Brandy glass and stirred it, some of with his dick, which made them both laugh. “I love you Daddy” she sighed. “But you need to get your ass dressed and I have baking to finish.”

She allowed him to bring her a wet cloth to clean herself with, got re-dressed and re-arranged and swatted her father’s naked ass as he reached out to cuddle her once again. “Don’t tempt me. There will be plenty of holiday treats from now on.”

“I’m holding you to that!” Jack said as he walked from the room.

Tricia and Barry, Julie and David arrived a few hours later and the warm cooking smells were wafting throughout the house. Scarlett hugged both of her sisters and brothers-in-law. She squealed with joy when Tricia announced she was pregnant, hugged her and her brother-in-law and watched her father do the same.

Julie whispered in her younger sister’s ear “You’re beaming, Scarlett. Got a new lover in your life?” Scarlett merely blushed and avoided the question. If only they knew.

At dinner that night, everyone complimented her wonderful Gumdrop Cake. “As good as Mom’s!” Tricia announced, finishing off three slices. “I guess you figured out the secret ingredient?” Tricia was hoping that Scarlett would share it, but she was hoping in vain. Scarlett was going to keep that naughty secret all to herself.

Scarlett smiled and said “Yes, I did, and I added one of my own too. Love.”

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My Sister, My Teacher

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My sister is two years older than me. Two years and three months to be exact, We’ve always got along great. Perhaps it’s the age difference but I suspect it’s sports. We’ve both played every possible sport since we qualified for whatever peewee league existed in our area. So, she was busy doing her thing and I was busy with mine, we both supported each other, wanting the other to succeed on whatever team it might be at the moment. I’ve been pretty good and she’s been even better. I’m now a senior in high school and she’s at the local community college, about ready to move on to a major college next year.

I think it’s fair to say she’s a fox. She’s far from the butch dyke jock like some may think of. She’s been Prom Queen and Miss Something-or-other a couple times. She earns money modeling. Dark hair, great body, about 5’9″ tall, gorgeous face. I do all right too in looks. 6’2″, good shape, work out all the time, perhaps not movie star handsome but with the same dark hair and a face that’s definitely related to hers. We’re Irish heritage on both sides with green eyes and fair skin to go with the dark, almost black, hair.

But we’re different, too. She’s always had boy friends, dated a lot, is very outgoing. I think I’m almost afraid of girls. Can’t seem to know what to say when I’m around them. Lots of guy friends but no girl friends. I envy guys who seem to be able to just make out with any girl they see. In my senior year, already eighteen, I’ve finally got up the nerve to ask a girl for a date for the first time.

Karen’s very nice. Seems willing to put up with my being quiet. And she’s about as gorgeous as Sis. Blonde instead of dark and 5’5″ instead of 5’9″ but with a similar great body and a very pretty face. I’m supposed to pick her up at her house this Friday to go to a movie and then probably a snack or something. It scares me to death. What should I do exactly? I mean, I’m normal, at least sort of. I would hope to get around to having sex with a girl sometime and Karen would be perfect. But I don’t even know how to kiss, let alone fuck. And I have no idea of what to do to get her interested or how to go about the whole thing. I think most guys did this back in seventh grade but I never have.

Anyway, my sister, Sue, and I are sitting on the couch watching something dumb on TV. She seems to like it but it seems silly to me. A guy hugs this pretty girl and gives her a quick kiss. I never planned to but apparently my thought came out aloud.

“I wish I could do that.”

“Do what, Mikey?” Sue asks me.

“Oh, like that. Just casually hug a girl and kiss her. It seems like everyone can do that but I can’t.”

“Can’t hug? Can’t kiss? Why not?”

“I don’t know. It’s just I’ve never done it. I don’t know how. And I don’t have the nerve to do it.”

“You have a date tomorrow don’t you? And that’s what’s bothering you.”

“Well, yeah. I guess so.”

“Who with?”

“Karen.”

“Little blonde Karen with glasses?”

“Well, yeah but she isn’t all that little any more and she doesn’t wear glasses any more. I think she’s pretty and she has a terrific body. I’m surprised she agreed to go out with me but from what I’ve seen, she really hasn’t dated a lot either.”

“If I remember, her parents are pretty strict. Probably scared off some dates.”

“Well, I’ve always got along with them. I don’t think they should be a problem. My problem is, how do I go about kissing her without scaring her and making her mad at me? And how do I move on to something more if I ever do manage to kiss her?”

“Well, the kissing part is easy.” She hunches herself over right next to me. “”You’re going to a movie with her, right?”

“Yeah.”

“O.k., pretend I’m her and we’re in the movie, sitting next to one another. Put your arm up around behind me, yeah, like that. Drop it a little so you’re holding my shoulder. Yeah, like that. I’ll be willing to bet she’ll lean to you and put her head on your shoulder, like I’m doing.”

She snuggles up next to me and leans my way and puts her head on my shoulder. “I think that’s what she’ll do. If, instead, she grabs your hand and tosses it back at you, well, you aren’t going to get anywhere anyway, so lets forget that. O.k., lean your head down some and kiss my face wherever you can, the side of my face maybe. “

I do as she said. I manage to kiss her cheek. She turns her head and looks at me. “I bet she’ll do what I just did. Now, kiss her on the lips. I mean, kiss me.”

I kiss her.

“No, Mikey. You’re not kissing the teacher or grandmother. Kiss her for real. Here, let me kiss you the way you’re supposed to kiss her.”

Her lips are soft and they push against my lips. Her lips seem to move a little. And she keeps kissing me, it isn’t just a peck. She stops. “Like that,” she says. “Now you try it on me.”

So I do. I try to do as she did. “Well, that’s better. A lot better. But it doesn’t seem like you really have any emotion behind it.”

“Well, you’re my sister.”

“Well, yeah. But just for the moment pretend I’m not. Pretend Alanya Sarışın Escort that I’m a girl that you want really bad.”

So I try again. I can actually feel my cock getting hard. “There,” she says. “That’s it. Kiss her like you want to. That was great Mikey. Now let’s try it again. This time, pretend you’ve already kissed her several times and you want to move on a little. O.k?”

She leans to me and kisses me. I kiss her back like I did before. She starts pushing her tongue between our lips. “What are you doing?” I ask her, breaking our kiss.

“I’m french kissing you. It’s sexy. It lets her know you’re interested in her as being sexy. She’ll probably let you, will even put her tongue into your mouth. You can sort of suck on each other’s tongues. So, let’s try it, o.k?”

So we kiss again and it actually is very sexy. I manage to get my tongue into her mouth, too. It’s a little messy, trading saliva, but it’s fine.

“O.k. Mikey, end of lesson. We keep this up and we’ll end up in bed and brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do that. But just do like we just did. It’ll work. Let her respond, you don’t want to move ahead any faster than she’s willing for you to.”

She hunches herself over a couple feet away and we both start watching the TV again. But my mind is racing. I liked that, really liked it. I hope Karen does.

Karen does. It takes me awhile in the theater to get up my nerve to try it but it works. She kisses back pretty much as Sue had. Neither of us sees much of the rest of the movie and when the lights come on we both lean back and look at each other as if we wish it had stayed dark and we were still kissing. We then went and had coffee and some pie and talked. I’ve never talked to a girl as easy as I did with Karen. Another big, long kiss at her front door. She agrees to go out with me the following week.

Next day, Sue asks me how it went and seems happy when I tell her it was all perfect, thanks to her help. But then I spend several days worrying about what to do next with Karen. I can’t just keep kissing her, she’s going to want to move on but I have no idea what to do next. Thursday evening, Sue and I are again on the couch watching the same stupid program as we had the week before.

“What do I do next?” I asked her.

“Next?” she says. “What do you mean?”

“With Karen. We’ve kissed and she seems to like it. So now I need to go to the next step. What do I do next?”

“Mikey, most guys have gone through this on their own when they’re maybe fourteen. What you do next is feel her up a little.”

“Feel her where?”

She slides over next to me. “O.k., kiss me like we did last week.” So I do.

“I think you’ve gotten pretty good at that. Practice must help. Now, no girl likes to be too surprised or get mauled so whatever you do, be gentle and kind about it, like you like her. Now, we’re sitting her kissing. What do you do with the arm that’s not around my shoulders?”

“Well, as I think about it, I put it on her waist.”

“Do that.” I do. “Now, just take that hand and move it up onto my breast.” I do. “Gentle, I said. Don’t grab just feel it lightly.” I do. “That feels good. I bet Karen will think so, too. If she doesn’t, she’ll take your hand and move it away. I’m not sure because I’ve never done that. She probably means it but if she does that, kiss her some more and then try it again.” Through this, I’m softly holding her breast.

“Uh-huh, like that. You’re doing great. Now the question is, what next? You can’t just stay holding her like that for hours. If she’s letting you do that you need to try a little more.

Depending on what she’s wearing, you want to try and get your hand under her blouse or top onto some bare skin. Maybe unbutton a button, maybe pull her top up out of her skirt or pants, whatever.”

She’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I slip my hand up under her T-shirt and move it up until I can hold her breast again, over the brassiere she’s wearing. ‘Good move, Mikey. Comfortable, not scary. But now you have to get under the bra somehow. Most bras fasten in back. So move your hand around onto my back. Uh-huh, like that. Now just feel my back a little, run your hand up and down. Caress is the word, I think. You’re not giving me a massage you’re trying to tell me you like the feel of my skin.”

I do that. She feels great. I kiss her again as I caress her back. “Oh, yeah Mikey, like that. Now, feel the back of my bra strap, find the hooks. You’ve got to do this one handed if possible. You want to pull the hooks out of their holders or eyes.” I try. “No, don’t break them, just slide them out. Yeah, you did it.” I’m now running my hand up and down on her bare back. I kiss her again. She takes my arm and pulls on it a little and I realize she’s trying to get me to move it around to her front and onto her breast again. So I do that, onto her stomach and then up some, sliding under the loose bra and holding her bare breast.”

“Mikey you’re a natural. Now move your hand a little and find my nipple. Yeah, Rub Alanya Şişman Escort it between your fingers. Yeah. Pull on it a little. Oh my, Mikey. I think that’s the end of the lesson. I may have taught you too much because you’re turning me on and you’re my brother. In fact, I need to go to my room and use some of my toys.” She pulls away from me and stands up and leaves. I watch her go, realizing that’s she really is a gorgeous, sexy girl.

In the movie the next night, Karen and I are kissing right off the bat. It takes me half the movie or more to get the nerve to try what Sue had suggested to me but it works. Karen doesn’t have on a T-shirt, I have to unbutton it a little but the result is the same. It takes me even longer to get her bra unfastened but she leans forward a little to give me room and I do it. In a little while, I’m holding her bare breast, playing with her nipple. She uses her one hand to grab my cock. I have on underwear and pants so she’s feeling it outside all that material but she’s grabbing and moving her hand and figuring out what I’ve got there. I’m hard as a rock. She’s not nearly as gentle as I’ve been.

“Michael,” she says. “Kiss my breast, suck it.” I pull my hand out for a moment and unfasten two more buttons and then get my hand back on her breast and lean down to get my face to it. I kiss it like she asked. I get my tongue out and lick around on it, getting my tongue to her nipple. Then I get my lips onto her nipple and suck like she asked. She’s moaning and working her hand on my cock like mad. I think she’s going to make me cum. Then she leans her head against my shoulder. She’s almost biting my shoulder and I can hear her making a noise but muffling herself into my shoulder. Her whole body sort of jerks and jumps, her hips are jumping and she grabs my cock really hard and just holds it. Then she falls back almost like she’s fainting or something. I move my head back and look at her. She’s smiling.

We kiss again and the movie is over. She buttons her blouse and we get up and leave. I can tell, her bra is still unfastened and she doesn’t seem to care. She says, “I don’t really want any coffee or anything, why don’t we just get in your car and spend some time.”

It ends up that I suck on her breast and then the other one and we kiss a lot and she feels my cock through my pants and moans a lot. Then she does like she did before and stiffens and then faints sort of and says she needs to go home. At her front door we kiss and she tells me that next week her parents are going away and I should come over and we can just stay at her house instead of going to a movie.

The next day and Sunday both Sue and I work at our part time jobs and don’t see each other except as we eat or pass on our way in or out. Monday evening, she’s on the couch watching TV, another dumb show of some sort. I come in and say, “Sue, I have another problem.”

“Oh, Karen?” she asks and I nod yes. “How did it go last time?”

“Very good. I not only felt her breast but kissed it and sucked on the nipple. And then the other one.”

“You’re doing great Mikey. What did she do?”

“Well, she felt my cock a lot. Not bare, it was inside my pants. And the reason I sucked her nipples is that she asked me to.”

“Great, Mikey. I think she’s ready for more, don’t you?”

“I know she is. She told me that her parents are going away and she wants me to come over to her house and we’ll be alone and able to do whatever we want. So now I’m going to need to do a lot more that I don’t know how to do.”

Sue looks at me and grins. “That doesn’t strike me as a big problem. It should all come pretty natural. But if you can, get both of you naked in her bedroom. Or in some bedroom. Naked bodies pressing against each other is always really sexy. It turns me on just thinking about it. And somewhere along the line you should eat her.”

“Eat her? What do you mean?”

“Get your face to her pussy and lick her, use your tongue on her clit and make her cum. I guarantee you, every female in the world loves to get eaten.”

“Oh, I’ll screw that up. I’ve never even seen a pussy, I have no idea what a clit is. There must be good ways and wrong ways to do that and I’ll hit the wrong one, I’m sure. It scares me.”

“Oh shit, Mikey. I’m into this too far to stop now. Let me show you.” She stands up, grabs her shorts with her hands and pulls them down her legs, then grabs her panties and does the same. She standing there in front of me naked from the waist down. She gets on the couch right next to me and turns and lays on her back and spreads her legs real wide, one foot is up on the back of the couch, the other on the floor. “Lean down Mikey and take a good look.”

She’s hairy. “You’re hairy,” I say.

“Well, yeah. I’d be even hairier but I trim it so it doesn’t get in the way of what you’re about to do. Maybe you should trim your hair down there, too, for Karen. Now lean down closer, lower than all the hair.” She has her fingers down there. “See,” she says, using her fingers to pull herself Alanya Sınırsız Escort open. I can see, she’s all pink inside. ‘Now put your tongue in there and lick me.” I do that. “Aah,” she says, “yes, like that. You’re eating pussy whether you know it or not. Now lick down a little lower. Yes, push with your tongue. Yes. That’s my vagina, that’s where your cock would go if you were fucking me. Now lick up inside me some. Ah, yeah, right there. Feel a bump? That’s my clit. Karen will have one, too. That’s the most sensitive spot on my body. Lick back and forth right there. Ah yeah. Like that. Just flick your tongue on it.” She makes a funny moan kind of noise.

“Now take a finger and reach down below your chin and see of you can push it into my vagina where you licked before.” I do that and can feel it slide in. “Yeah,” she says and moans a little. “Keep licking my clit and start sliding your finger in and out.” I do that. “Oh shit, Mikey, this is all too much. I know you’re my brother but let’s go up to my room and let you find out what it’s like to be naked with a girl.”

She puts her legs together and swings them over my head as she swivels to get her feet on the floor. She grabs her shorts and panties and says, “Come on,” and heads out. So I stand up and follow her. We go upstairs to her bedroom. She goes in and waits for me then closes the door behind us. “Take off your clothes and get naked before I change my mind,” she says to me as she starts taking her blouse off. Then we’re both standing there naked, looking at one another.

“Oh my God, Mike,”: she says, staring at my very erect cock, “you’re going to make a lot of girls happy with that.” Then she looks at me and grins. “Well, Karen will probably do this so maybe you should be prepared.” She steps to me and kneels down and grabs my cock with one hand and kisses my cock. Then she sticks out her tongue and licks it, bending her head to the side to lick back and forth. Then she gets her lips around the head and starts licking me inside her mouth. And sucking on me. And taking more of me into her mouth. Her one hand holds the base of my cock, the other is supporting my balls and sort of feeling them or rolling them around in her hand. I’ve never, ever felt anything like it. I know I’m going to cum. This is all too much. She swallows more and more of me, has over half in her mouth. She grips tight with her lips and slides back some, then back again, sucking and licking all the time. She only does this maybe three times and I start shooting off into her mouth.

She never lets go of my cock with her mouth. She must swallow what I shoot into her and she keeps on working back and forth on my cock with her mouth until she must have every last possible drop. She leans back and looks up at me, smiling. “You have a really great cock, Mike.” Then she stands up and heads to the bed and lays on her back. Her whole naked body laying there. She’s absolutely gorgeous. “Now, Mike, come her and start by kissing me. Then kiss down some and do to my breasts what you did to Karen’s. Then kiss on down and eat me like you were doing downstairs just now. C’mon, Mike, do it. This is what you’re going to do with Karen.”

I noticed that I’m now Mike and not Mikey and I hope that’s good. To Karen I’m Michael and I hope that’s good. So I start off doing everything she asked. We kiss and suck tongues. I think I can taste my cum. Then to her breasts. They’re perfect but I think Karen’s might actually be a little bigger. But Sue moans as I suck on her nipples just like Karen did. It’s amazing to have a gorgeous naked body to do all this with. I kiss her stomach. A lovely, firm stomach. Then I crawl down more to get between her legs. She lifts her legs up and moves her knees almost to her shoulders and I can see her pussy and lean in to get my tongue working on her.

I lick up and down. It’s nuts but for some reason, maybe I’m perverted, I actually like this. The taste is probably like raw meat sort of. Slightly salty but some other taste, just female sex I guess. I slide a finger into her and get my tongue flicking on her clit. She lasts a lot longer than I did but she finally cums. I wasn’t aware that a girl came like that. It’s different than when I cum but it’s sure obvious it’s happening. Lots of juices, she’s actually wet and so is my face. And she squeals some and her body jumps around and then does like Karen did and just relaxes, almost faints.

I look up and she just lays there and says, “You’re great at that Mike. Now fuck me. Get that big cock in me and fuck me.”

It all fits, almost surprisingly so. I find her vagina right away and start pushing into her. My cock hardened up again while I was eating her. It’s tight, seems to be pulling my skin back a lot as I push on in but there’s nothing in the way or anything, I just keep pushing until my pubic hair hits hers and I can’t go any further. “Mike, you really fill me. Now fuck me, pull out some and push in again, over and over.” I do that. The feeling is amazing. “I know I told you to be gentle but now start not being gentle. Fuck me as hard as you can, just really pound into me like you’re trying to hurt me.” I do that. And some more and even more. Sue is making noises now all the time. She has her arm in front of her face, trying to stifle her sounds. Makes me realize Mom and Dad are down stairs and she doesn’t want them to find out what we’re doing.

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My Sisters Ch. 04

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Monday morning I awoke early and feeling good about my plans, took the time to prepare a good breakfast for my three sisters and myself. They were all surprised when they came downstairs and found that I had been busy. All three finished and went off to work.

For myself, I went down to the electronics store I managed and got some supplies, then called my assistant manager to have him come in, pretending I was ill. Gathering my stuff together, I headed back home.

It took a few hours but eventually all three of my sisters’ bedrooms had hidden cams installed. I could now watch them in the bedrooms as well as their bathrooms.

I called Nicole and thanked her for her efforts in breaking up Lauren and Joe. She told me that she had left shortly the bar shortly after I did, leaving Joe to drown his sorrows over a beer. “Remember our agreement Don, you owe me.” she said.

“I know honey, can I pay to tomorrow? I have plans tonight.”

“No problem, see you then” she responded and we hung up.

I sat back and relaxed for a moment: so far, I had installed six cameras, broken up Lauren and Joe and recorded all three sisters naked. So much for easy part, now it was time to work on seducing them. Tonight’s dinner with Cassie was the start of that process.

I lounged around the rest of the afternoon, and finally, around 5:30, I heard the door open. Cassie walked in from her job at a convenience store. She looked a bit tired but when I reminded her of our dinner plans, she seemed to brighten up.

“Let me change and then we can go,” she said with a grin. I told her I would get ready as well and we both went up to our rooms.

As soon as I got in my room, I turned on the TV and was soon watching Cassie’s bedroom from the camera I had installed earlier. She had just taken off her uniform top and was working on the pants. She slid them down her legs and then stepped out of them. The blue panties she was wearing soon followed the pants and then off came the bra. I watched her open up her lingerie drawer and she stood there for a second before grabbing a black mesh thong and putting it on. She grabbed a matching bra and put that on as well.

Sitting on her bed, she then reached under it and pulled out the diary I had read the other day. She grabbed pen and spent a few minutes writing, then closed the book and replace it under the bed. She stood up and checked herself out in the full-length mirror on her closet door. Seemingly satisfied with what she saw, she then opened the closet; pulled out a short skirt, and patterned top and got dressed. She then started to apply her make-up. I quickly got ready myself and then turned off the TV and went downstairs.

Cassie came down a few seconds later and as we were leaving, Kayla pulled up followed by Lauren. “Hey guys,” I said. “I am treating Cassie to dinner this evening; we need some time to catch up. We will be back later.” Both Kayla and Lauren looked surprised but said nothing as Cassie and I got into the car and drove off.

I drove to the restaurant I had chosen earlier, an Italian place that served great food Alanya Ukraynalı Escort and where the ambience was perfect for my plans. We arrived and I got out, opened the passenger side door for Cassie and escorted her inside.

We were seated and I told her, “Cassie, you look great; I cannot believe you are all grown up now.”

She blushed slightly and replied, “Thanks Don, you look very handsome yourself.”

“Now that the mutual admiration society has met officially met, how about ordering?” I laughingly said. She joined me with a giggle and we grabbed the menus.

“Order whatever you want Cassie,” I said, “Tonight is on me.” The server came by shortly and I let Cassie order first and then followed. ‘Also” I added, “A Vodka Tonic for myself and a White Russian for the lady.” The server nodded and walked off.

“Don! You know I am not old enough to drink” Cassie whispered.

“Never mind, you can pass for 21…easily.” My complement had the intended effect as she blushed again.

Dinner arrived along with the drinks and we had a pleasant time talking about her life and mine. “At one point she asked nonchalantly if I was seeing anyone. “Not right now, “I replied, ‘Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” she said, casting a glance at me as she quickly took a sip of her drink.

We finished dinner and I ordered a second round of drinks. She was not used to imbibing and I soon noticed that she was becoming more animated and talkative as the alcohol kicked in.

I decided to test the waters a bit. “OK Cassie, let’s try this. You tell me your deepest, darkest secret, and I will tell you mine.”

“I already know yours” she replied. “You like to whack off.” She suddenly looked askance at what she had said. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe I just said that!”

I laughed it off and told her not to worry about it. “You are right, Cassie, that was supposed to be a secret, but I guess secrets do not last long in our house huh?”

Cassie took another sip of her drink. “Let me say again how sorry I am Don, I never would have opened that door if I knew you were….busy”

“No problem Cassie, you just caught me in a moment of weakness, that’s all.” I gave her a big smile and squeezed her hand with mine. “But you never told me a secret of yours, and as I see it, the tables are uneven right now.”

“I don’t have any secrets.” she said, “At least not ones I can share with you.”

“Not fair, not fair at all.” I replied with a laugh.

“It is a woman’s right to keep her secrets to herself.” she then said with a grin.

“OK, you win…for now.” was my response.

We finished our drinks and I ordered a third round, figuring a bit more alcohol would really loosen her up. We chatted until we finished our drinks and then I paid the bill. We left the restaurant and as we got to the car, she stumbled a bit. I grabbed at her to keep her from falling and she ended up leaning against me.

We both realized at the same time my hand had ended up on her breasts I had reached around her. She looked up at me, Alanya Üniversiteli Escort her face turning red. I moved my hand and said “Now it is my turn to apologize sis, I was trying to keep you from falling, not feeling you up.”

She giggled and said, “Well, I guess we are even now. An accidental look equals an accidental grab.”

I laughed and agreed and we got into the car. As I prepared to start the engine, I noticed her skirt had bunched up a bit as she got into the seat. She was either unaware of how much leg she was showing or just did not care.

“Trying to distract me?” I asked, nodded at her legs.

She glanced down then, without adjusting her skirt asked, “IS it distracting?” I looked her in the eye and told her it was, as she was a beautiful woman. She still had not adjusted her skirt and was just looking at me. Here eyes were fixed on mine as she slowly reached down and pulled the skirt lower on her legs. “Is this better?” she asked with a smile.

“Actually I think I prefer it the way it was.” I said quietly. Her eyes grew wide and I slowly bent towards her and kissed her lightly on her lips. I was surprised but elated when she kissed me back. I put my hand behind her head and the kiss became more intense, more erotic. When we finally broke away from each other, I looked down and noticed her nipples had grown hard, poking through the thin material of her blouse.

She breathed heavily and said, “Now you know my secret, Don, I have wanted to do that for years.”

“Me too,” I replied and we kissed again. My hand found her breast and squeezed lightly and she offered no resistance as I reached under her blouse and felt the soft material of her bra under my fingers.

After a few minutes of kissing and petting I told her “Let’s go someplace not so public.” and started the car. We drove in silence for a few minutes and ended up at my apartment. Without speaking, we entered the building and I opened the door to my unit. I closed it behind me after we came in. I took a seat on the couch and Cassie sat next to me. I pulled her close and as we kissed, I undid her blouse. My hand caressed her breasts and I reveled in the sensation. Her nipples were hard points surrounded by softness. Her breathing grew ragged as did mine. My lips left hers and kissed their way down her neck as she moaned quietly. I reached around and undid her bra, letting the cups fall away from her chest. Her breath stopped momentarily as my mouth found a nipple and kissed it lightly.

I pulled away and looked at my sister. She looked at the floor and quietly said, “I am scared Don…I have wanted to be with you but now I don’t know if I can go through with it. You are my brother, not just some guy.”

I lifted her face up and looked her in the eye. “Cassie, there is no need to afraid, we both want this.”

“But it’s wrong” she said quietly. “We are related.”

“Does this feel wrong?” I said, cupping her breast with my hand. “Or this?” I then kissed her.

“It feels wrong…AND right” she responded.

“If you want to stop Alanya Vip Escort we can.” I told her. She thought for a long moment.

“No-one can ever know.” she said. She then stood and let her skirt fall to the floor. I reached over and hooked her panties with my fingers, slowly pulling them down her legs. She stepped out of them and stood before me naked, not an image on a television screen anymore.

I stood up and undressed, her eyes fixated on my hard cock as I did so. I grabbed her arm and led her to bedroom. We stood before my bed and kissed as my finger slowly traced her vaginal lips. Her hand, in turn, reached down and enveloped my cock in its grasp.

I laid her down on the bed and knelt down beside her, she let me spread her legs and I slowly began to lick her inner thighs. I felt her flinch as my tongue brushed against her slit and then penetrated between the warm folds of flesh. The taste, the smell, all excited me tremendously as I found her clit and teased it lightly.

She moaned loudly and pulled my head further into her crotch. A few minutes passed and my efforts paid off as she stiffened and cried out with an orgasm. I stood up and lay beside her on the bed. “God Cassie, you are beautiful.” I said “Absolutely beautiful.”

She smiled at me and quietly said, “I have never come so hard before, no other guy has ever done that as well as you did. Let me repay you.” She straddled me and took my cock into her mouth. I lay back as my sister gave me an incredible blowjob. Her mouth and tongue worked wonders. I felt myself getting close and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down onto me. I jerked and moaned as I came into her mouth. She tried to lift her head but I kept the pressure on and emptied into her mouth.

When the spasms finished I released her head. She sat up and swallowed. “Why wouldn’t you let me up?” she asked with a hint of fear.

“I apologize Cassie; I just let the moment get the better of me.” I replied, sounding contrite.

“Please don’t ever force me Don,” she said, “I need you to be gentle, to be….caring.”

I took her in my arms and held her close. “Always, my angel, always.” We lay in each other’s arms for another 15 minutes or so. I then said, “We should get back home, the others may begin to wonder what happened if are much later.

Cassie stood up and walked into the other room to get dressed. My eyes watched her ass as it swayed away and then glanced at my desk. My computer was there, on top of it a webcam with the red ‘record’ light on. “Another video for the collection” I thought as I stood up.

We both dressed and rove back to the house. I kissed Cassie in the car before we got out. “Thanks for a wonderful evening honey,” I said. She nodded without speaking then said, “I hope this was not a mistake Don, I just don’t know.”

“I DO know.” I replied. “This is not a bad thing, Cassie; I love you and I hope you feel the same.”

“I love you too, but I cannot help but fell that we did something dirty.”

“How can love be dirty?” I asked. “Because society made up a rule that siblings can’t experience sex with each other? That is bullshit and you know it.”

She nodded again. “Just please, please don’t ever mention this…It would kill me if others knew.”

“Our secret is safe Cassie” “No-one will ever know” I kissed again and this time she kissed back. We got out of the car and entered the house.

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My Son’s ED Ch. 02

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Chapter 02: The Left Hand Path

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I have no fockin’ idea how I managed to get out of me mum’s office that quickly. I suppose it was similar to when athletes recount being in the zone during a particularly impressive feat.

I just pulled my briefs and pants up, at once, buttoned up, grabbed my backpack, jacket and stormed out of there.

First I didn’t know what to do. I stopped right around the corner, turned around, looked for something to cling on to I guess, but nothing presented itself. So I just started running again, not before properly buttoning up my trousers, otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten all too far without them dropping down to my ankles again.

I fockin’ love this city, but right there and then… I hated it… with all my heart. London… you shitty cunt!

It was only the second time I visited mum’s office, and the first time was fockin’ ages ago.

Truth of the matter was, I had no idea where I was but still I kept running. I was in good shape, even though it was early January and all that Christmas food was still lying heavy in my stomach. But almost like all the professional footballers in the English leagues, there was no leaning back for us youth players either, come Boxing Day we were back on the pitch.

After running for a while longer I was panting heavily. What the fuck? Am I in this bad a shape? To be honest, I kinda lost track of time so could be I ran for an hour or so. I highly doubted that though.

When I looked up I saw I was running down Exeter Street. Alright then, we were getting somewhere.

I turned a left corner, ran some more, finally came to a halt on the Strand.

I felt my heart pumping, no, it was racing. Honestly, I expected to drop down any second and just die from heart failure.

Under the current circumstances, that wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen.

Well, I managed to snap out of that depressive cloud right away, looked around and saw a hotel actually right in front of me, the Savoy.

‘Looks fancy this!’ I thought to myself.

I looked down at myself, as always dressed like a fockin’ casual, I could as well be coming from a game, and the way I was panting, I could have easily be running from another crew so I wouldn’t get the shit kicked out of me.

To be honest, I’m not much of a hooligan. I dress the Casual part, I like going to the games, looking for trouble, but most of it is pretend. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been involved in my fair share of fights, but nothing like you would see in movies like Green Street or The Football Factory.

You know, I never really aspired to be a professional footballer, and I don’t think I’m actually going to get down this way, and I didn’t have footballing idols like Gascoigne, Shearer, Lineker or other English greats.

Admittedly, back then, when I started to develop a healthy interest for football, I loved watching Shearer play and score one goal after the other for Newcastle United. Too bad I fockin’ hate those Geordie fuckers, but Shearer was a god.

But when I turned 15 or so, I first came in touch with a book called Terrace Legends, and bam, it hit me, that’s what I wanted to be. A fockin’ hooligan legend like Cass Pennant. Well, until the first fight that was. I got beaten up pretty badly, but the real drama of course awaited me at home. Dad was home, he refused to talk to me that evening, so I knew he was superbly pissed, but my mum of course wasn’t one to punish me with neglect. No, she was beyond mad and screamed like I never heard her scream before or after (well, that’s not quite the truth).

I wasn’t allowed to go to the stadium for a whole fockin’ year. At my first game back there was another fight, in the stands actually, but I kept my head ducked and tried to stay away. And that’s what I’ve been doing from there on out.

Since fighting isn’t really my thing I got more interested in the Ultras movement that originated in Italy. 90 minutes of clapping, singing, chanting, choreographies, banners, that is exactly my kinda thing. There are a few groups developing in England, but basically Ultras are no existent here. So for now I settled to dress the Casual part but stay away from the fighting when I’m at the game.

There’ll always be a West Ham While there’s a river Thames Descending from the ironworks These proud and loyal men.

“Sir? Sir?”

The concierge or whatever this grey haired wanker is called snapped me out of my footballing thoughts as I was already standing in the hotel lobby.

“I think you’re in the wrong place” he said, with all the obvious snobbery he could muster.

“Oi mate, I think you’re in the wrong place!”

I wasn’t using my indoor voice and I made myself look bigger. I was ready to go. This old geezer I could take out in a second.

‘You fockin’ bellend!’ I thought as he already phoned hotel security.

Truth is, I didn’t want any trouble, because I didn’t want to search for another place to sleep this night.

“Alright mate” I said, “I didn’t mean to raise Alanya Zenci Escort my voice. I’m sure you’re a fine lad and I want to apologize.”

He still had the telephone receiver by his right ear looking at me with suspicious caution.

I held up my left index finger signaling him to wait for just a second as I grabbed my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans. I got my credit card out and placed it on the counter.

“I’d like to have a room please” I said in my best John-Cleese-aka-Basil-Fawlty-English.

The old geezer behind the counter put the phone back down still looking at me with utter snobbery. He took the credit card and did his thing obviously checking if I really had the means to stay in this fancy place, even just for a night.

“Very well sir” he said after a minute or so.

A couple minutes later I was taking off my shoes and jacket and lied down on a big fockin’ bed.

I managed to avoid thinking about what had happened just an hour earlier in my mum’s office, but I knew I had to deal with it sooner or later, above all with my mum of course, but for the time being with my own stupid self.

I took out the phone, snapped a picture of the room, sent it to mum via WhatsApp and captioned it: “I’m staying at a hotel. Don’t worry.”

I put the phone on the bed.

I looked out the window for a while, taking in the sight of London by night.

I grabbed my phone again, saw that my mum had received my message but had yet to read it.

“I’m sorry” I typed next and sent it.

The moment I did, I saw that mum read both my messages. My heart was racing. I looked away, phone still in my hand. I didn’t dare to look at it.

My phone buzzed. I received a WhatsApp message.

I still didn’t dare to look. I couldn’t.

Well, obviously I had to move out of our house the next day, because if I couldn’t look at a message from my mum, how am I supposed to look at her in person, actually talk to her?

Fuck this!

I brought up the phone in front of my face, eyes closed.

One… two… three.

“Me too” She put a heart next to it.

I can’t quite describe what I felt at that exact moment, but I think it was joy mixed with relieve mixed with love mixed with butterflies in my stomach.

And all of a sudden I felt a twitch in my cock.

I throw the phone onto the bed but the impact made it bounce up again and it fell on the floor.

‘Stupid blitherin’ idiot! All this is your fault you fockin’ bellend!’

I actually screamed these words, but soon after I realized I was staying in a hotel room and I didn’t want to cause any trouble with other guests. I laid quietly on the bed, carefully listening to any voices which might indicate I’m in trouble.

Nothing happened.

I got up from the bed, grabbed my phone from the hotel room floor.

For a couple minutes I stared at the message mum just sent me.

I started typing and deleting it, started typing again, deleted it again. That went on for a while, until I finally sent her another message.

“Good night” I also put a heart next to it.

I could see mum read it right away, I also saw her typing, but then it stopped and she didn’t answer for a while.

“Good night” she answered then.

I was still standing beside the bed. I let the phone fall back on it, unbuttoned my jeans and started to completely undress.

I looked around the room, wondering what this would cost me.

Yeah, I know, how could I afford a room at the Savoy in the first place?

Well, for my 18th birthday my parents gifted me a credit card with 18000£ on it. They’re fockin’ loaded. Of course I don’t know how much money they both got in the bank, all I know is we’re living the good life. Even though it may sound like I got sugar blown up my ass all my life, it sure wasn’t like that.

Both mum and dad know a great deal about saying ‘No!’ to their two children, no matter how much we screamed for a toy or stuff we wanted to have. My sister and I, we’re not spoiled, not in the common sense of the word that is.

I walked around the room a little, still wondering what I would have to pay in the morning. I had no idea. I wasn’t living in the real world yet, I didn’t know what stuff costs. Anyhow, I googled the Savoy.

“Hahaha… 500 and 50 pounds!”

I think it’s a good thing that I didn’t know what to make of that, I had no clue if it was too expensive or an actual steal. But I didn’t really care either. I was there, I had the money, and I was going to pay.

I put the phone back on the bed, stepped over my clothes which were now lying on the floor and I made my way to the bathroom.

Despite all my wannabe toughness and dreams about hooliganism, I still loved a good ole bath. It always relaxed me, no matter what the day was like, as soon as I stepped into the water and lied down, I was off to another world.

Water poured into the tub, I put a fluid from one of the glass bottles which were placed on the edge into the water Alanya Manken Escort and I got in.

I stared at the ceiling for a while, waiting for the warm water to engulf my whole body. I closed my eyes, let go of all thoughts and feelings. I tried to sleep a little.

Obviously sleep wasn’t an option right now. I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the running water, all my senses right in here with me, in the tub.

Well, I guess I was just delaying the inevitable and my thoughts suddenly started to form again. I saw my mum, kneeling in front of me, getting sprayed with my cum. I could feel the sensation again that I felt back then, all the shivers running through me like I was struck by lightning. In my mind, in that moment, I knew it was wrong, yet I trembled with excitement as I looked at this white seed of life splattering all over my mum’s face, into her mouth and onto her tits.

Funny thing is, I never actually saw me mum’s tits, except for that time in my life when she breastfed me. Our family wasn’t uncomfortable with sexuality as a subject of life, but we clearly drew the line at being naked in front of each other. Thinking about it, I don’t want to see my sister’s tits or pussy, but… well… but now that I was really thinking about, I kinda wanted to see my mum’s bosom.

Out of all the MILFs or mature women I personally know, she’s definitely got the biggest ones, at least what I can tell. Trish’s mum actually has a pair of knockers that could match those of my mum’s, but who knows.

Well, and those two got me going in the first place.

Fuck, that whole examination thing was awkward from the very beginning, but when I was standing there and my mum sitting down on that swivel chair, I couldn’t help myself but look down her glorious cleavage. To be honest, there wasn’t all that much to see, even if she had released on more button from its counterpart, there still wouldn’t have been all too much to look at, but I guess it’s all about the things one cannot really see.

What if… ‘No… stop it! This… has… to… stop! She’s your fockin’ mum you pervo!’

But a really hot one, that much one has to admit.

When friends came to our place, at least when we turned 15, 16, some of them would always comment on her looks. It was obvious that all of them, even those who didn’t say a thing, would wank their fockin’ cocks off thinking about my mum once they got home.

The craziest thing though is the fact that even some girls would comment on my mum’s looks once they had laid eyes on her.

Older/younger lesbian porn has always been a staple in my wanking repertoire, but now that got a whole new twist, thinking about some of those girls getting their hands on my mum.

Fockin’ell, I should have groped her tits once I had the chance!

Even though with all the guilt and shame I felt, there was still a part of me that enjoyed this whole episode that went down earlier. If I tuned out the fact, that this woman I planted my seed on was actually my mother, it was a glorious experience. Having my cock groped and jerked by a beautiful MILF, then spraying her with my cum and her draining me till every last drop went down her throat.

Brilliant!

Except of course, that beautiful MILF was in fact… my mum.

You sick fockin’ bastard!

I opened my eyes and saw my cock in full attention, poking a good portion out of the water, my bellend glistening in the bathroom light.

Ah what the hell!

I started stroking my rock hard shaft and the first thing I saw before my inner eyes was my mother’s face from earlier, when I was about to cum. I didn’t even last 30 seconds until I erupted into a stream of white cum exploding from my cock.

Alright then, this whole thing won’t be going away anytime soon.

I actually napped a little, then got out of the tub, dried myself off and went back to bed, where I turned on the TV with the remote. I switched to Sky Sports where I caught a game of Darts, the Premier League I supposed, between Gary Anderson and Raymond van Barneveld. Hahaha, two fat blokes throwing darts at a cork target, I’m fockin’ loving this! But every so often when I’m watching Darts, I dozed off to sleep.

[2]

“Please come home!”

That was what the WhatsApp message read my mum sent me the next morning.

“I will” I replied adding a kissing smiley at the end, which she sent in return.

I smiled, got out of bed and walked to the windows. I let my eyes wander over the mighty Thames, and all of a sudden I was in good spirits and life didn’t seem quite as gloomy and grim as it did last night.

Since I hadn’t anything with me I blatantly skipped brushing my teeth, instead took care of my morning wood, got dressed, collected my things, as in one backpack, and went down to the lobby.

I put the key card on the counter wondering if that old geezer was here again.

‘Probably not’ I was thinking to myself as I locked eyes with an amazingly beautiful woman, possibly in her mid-30s, long Alanya Anal Escort brown hair that reached gracefully over her shoulders, brown eyes, and a mouth that for all I knew could do magical things with and to you.

She wasn’t quite as beautiful as mum though…

“Alright asshole… this has to stop, in all seriousness!”

“Ahm… what?” I suddenly heard the girl say.

What? Did I just blurt that out loud?

Fockin’ell, maybe it was time to check into a mental institution.

“Oh, sorry… ahm… didn’t mean to… sorry!”

“Checking out sir?”

I certainly wouldn’t get used to everyone calling me “Sir” around here. I’m not a fockin’ royal!

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy your stay?”

“Very much so!”

“I’m glad to hear that.” She hammered away on a keyboard, took several glances at the computer screen, and then turned back to me. “That would be 595 pounds.”

I handed her the credit card.

Upon giving it back to me a couple seconds later she said: “You care to have a breakfast sir?”

“How much would that be?”

“Oh, that’s included.”

“Alright then!”

“Have a great day sir!” she said to me as I was making my way to the breakfast room.

‘Oh I’m gonna show you lot!’ I thought.

For almost 600£ I would be really digging in, and I meant it.

I took off my jacket and put it on the chair next to me, where I already placed my backpack. Got my phone out, snapped a picture, and sent it to mum via WhatsApp with the caption ‘Breakfast’.

“Bon appetit!” she replied with a winking smiley.

I wanted to send her that too, instead used the kissing one again.

A little embarrassed I turned the screen off and put it in one of the jacket’s pockets.

When I stepped out on the Strand I thought about puking. I overdid it a little with my revenge breakfast. Almost two hours I was in there. I was actually ushered out, well, in all friendly formality which of course was accompanied by calling me “Sir” a couple times.

Since it was Saturday I didn’t have to go to school, so I guess there was no point in delaying another inevitable action.

The happiness from when I was standing at the window earlier was suddenly gone. Gloom and doom was tweaking its ugly head again and I could see dark clouds on my personal horizon of thoughts.

Well, I could shy away from fights at a game, but I sure couldn’t shy away from this particular confrontation.

Hmmm, wait, I could walk all the way home, which would take at least three hours off the clock. And so it was decided. I started walking.

What I didn’t think about of course was the fact, well, that I had a lot of time to think about…. things.

Oh my, I really dreaded this moment, when I finally stood in front of my mum, having to face her, having to look her in the eye, having to talk to her, above all about the things that happened yesterday.

Both my parents weren’t ones to dissect every little detail about our lives. They knew when and how to leave things be. But this wouldn’t go away just by ignoring it, that much was clear.

I was wondering what she was thinking? How she felt? What she had to say about all of this?

Fuck I hated my life right now!

Why in the fockin’ hell couldn’t you just let it go, just let her do her exam and that would have been that. Of course it would have been awkward for a while, it still wasn’t an all too common occurrence, but it would have been way better than how things were now.

But thinking back to this very moment, when my mum first touched my cock, was that really the way how a doctor would touch a patient?

Well, I’m her son, so I wasn’t a normal patient, yet still, the way she let her fingertips slide across the length of my flaccid shaft, that wasn’t supposed to be a mother’s touch either.

Did she actually enjoy this?

Of course she did, otherwise it wouldn’t have gotten that out of hand. So the question was, did she actually initiate it?

‘Huh!’ I thought, that was a whole new vantage point.

Suddenly I felt a little more comfortable again, pushing aside some of the clouds still lingering over the landscape of my perverted 18 year old mind.

‘Maybe it was just the size of my cock?’ I began to think about it again, reasoning with me.

I know I’m pretty big, given all the cocks I’ve seen, which is not too many mind you, be it friends from school, teammates and of course porn actors, I’m right up there. So maybe that whole thing was just a natural, in one way, reaction to the sheer size of my cock?

The only other girl who had actually seen my cock was Trish, and her jaw fell open the moment she laid eyes on my member. And she didn’t even see it fully erect.

I also know that she told some of her friends about it, and maybe I was imagining things, but I could swear them sizing up my crotch the next time our paths crossed.

Women always tend to underline that it’s not about the size of a man’s cock, but what if it is?

To be honest, I’m not experienced enough to be able to answer such questions, but I assume if there’s love involved, real, deep, undying love for each other, I guess then it really doesn’t matter. But in the heat of a moment, when the sheer size of a man’s cock induces lust and sexual hunger in a woman, it’s all about that size.

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My sister lives on the other side of town with her husband and her two kids. I am just “uncle” there, and I have my own set of keys. I frequent the house a lot and I am pretty much a member of the household. Her husband and I go hunting now and again, sometimes bringing their son along, but their daughter, Kaylynn, never joins us. When she was little she was a great kid, but as she grew up she grew a bit cold, and distant. I guess she grew into a woman very quickly, and once she started dating her mother tells me she got to be a real bitch sometimes. The infusion of confidence and power into her was simply what she needed to go from giggling girl into a willowy, statuesque, almost hauntingly beautiful woman.

She and I used to have a great report, but lately, things have been complicated between us. We don’t talk anymore, as there is some sort of unspoken wall between us. She knows what I do to women, and I have guessed what she does to her boyfriends, and we have decided to leave it at that, and not cross paths, like a lion and a tigress sharing the same turf.

Now this one night it was pouring down, and it got bitterly cold. I had planned to go out to the bars, but most of my friends had bailed out on the idea, and the thought of walking from bar to bar in the rain simply was not my idea of fun, so I drove over to my sister’s house. She wasn’t home I knew that. She, her husband and their son were off on a trip with his school or somesuch. Kaylynn was never home either, she hung out at the mall, or slept at friends’ houses when her mother was not there to command her home. As I drove up the house was dark and the driveway empty. I parked and let myself in. I shook some of the worst rain off a I hung up my heavy coat.

The lights all off in the house, only the glow from the TV to light the den next to the door, and I turned I saw something, quite amazing, as she’d fallen asleep on the sofa, stretched out in panties and a tank top, skin chilled from the cool night air. It was Kaylynn. I shook off some more rain from my hair and face before I head into the den, stopping as I see the curvy shape in the couch, glowing in the low-light of the television. I felt my breath catch at the vision before me.

“Oh my….” She was deep into her dreams, the din of the TV drowning out all other noise. Her restless body shifts, stretches… rolls gently, slowly. She was lost in her deep sleep, weary from a long day and happy to dream of wonderful things. I walked somewhat closer, seeing the way her smooth skin curved and dipped over her nineteen year old form, the perfect round breasts in that top, the way her abs stretched and flexed as she moved, the hint of muscletone of her thighs as she turned. As I watched a slight groan escaped me, a vision this lovely, this strong, can simply not be real, or resisted. But then again, we had steered clear of each other for a few years now, and there was no friction. Was it worth the risk?

In the dream, warm summer sun glowing down on her, she dropped down into the long grass. Bare bodied, the cool feathery blades of grass caress her flesh, cool the heat of the day. She stretched yet again, inhaling deep, lifting the rise of her breasts higher yet, her exhale settles her deeper into the slumber. Another shot like this would not come again though, I knew that much. I slid down to the side of the couch, sliding my strong arm in under her knees, the other under her shoulders as I easily picked her up, my 6’5″ muscular frame hardly noticing the extra weight as I gently lifted her from the narrow couch, and stepped lightly through the room to the base of the stairs of the quiet house.

She was lithe in my arms, her curvy strong body curls naturally into the cradle of a strong embrace. Fire red curls stream is silk rivers, hanging gently over my arm, pale smooth skin warmed by my touch. She stirred quietly, murmuring nothing coherent as I carried her up the wide stairs, and into her room.

I walked in, up to her queen-sized bed, and put her gently on it, smelling the unmistakable scent of sweat and sex in here… my my… someone has been enjoying her evening. I wonder where the boy… or indeed girl… went?

Without thought or provocation she wrapped her arms around my neck.. sleepy instinct when being carried. The dream moves on, the waves of grass caressing her skin, she warm and glows in the radiant light. She stirred as I set her down. She blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness, squinting at first to see who was here.

I gently put her down on the bed, moving the cover out of the way as I felt her arms wrap around my thick neck. I smiled as the smell of sex was even stronger on the bed. She must really have worked that boy over I muse for an instant as I smelled her skin, her youthful strength. As she rested on the bed I slid my hand down her flat belly and down the top of her toned thigh.

“Who…?” she whispered. It was barely a question. The gentle caress calms the alarm in her, she stirs further awake, the dream of Alanya Olgun Escort fields now gone, or is this yet another dream? it is hard to tell.. but the touch, that touch is real enough.

“Shh… It’s just Uncle Carmicahel. Go back to sleep…” I whispered back. I slid my hand along the upper and outer curve of her strong thigh, feeling the smooth and warm skin under my hand. I so yearned to run my hand over her magnificent chest, fondling those big and firm breasts, play with the hint of an erect nipple I can see through the fabric of the white tanktop… I must resist it….

“Ssshhh..” is what she hears, the rest a dim murmur. Her head tucked down into the sound, and she obeyed, not fighting the urge to sleep on. That touch, that caress, it tugged at her, makes her drift between sleep and wake, her body responds, shifts, turns into the touch and when she stretches back out the thin little top pulls tight over plump ripe breasts with pearls of pink nipples dotting through the material. Her thighs shifted together, barely-there lace panties rubbing gently on her folds. Oh gawd…. she is amazing… I just watch the heavenly body moving… those thighs rubbing together, the slender and strong hips on the bed, the perfect curve of her breasts rising and falling in the tight top. The nipples now firm shadows in the dim light of the room… I slid a hand over her belly again, feeling her abs under smooth skin, so strong… I managed to think how amazing it is that she could keep herself so strong and yet not show a bulging 6-pack of muscles, but remain so soft and feminine. I marvelled as my hands explored… Oh gawd… hand sliding further up… up… Her belly rippled gently from the tickle of the touch, she smiled in her sleep and rolled her head gently back and forth. She drew in a deep breath and it is held, lifting her tender young breast high off her chest, straining the top further, looking as though she might rip it apart. The thoughts rocket through my mind. Oh fukk… how can I possibly resist something like this?

I slid my hand in under her top, gently caressing the inner and lower curve of those round orbs of pleasure as I lifted it, leaning in to gently kiss her left nipple, pushing the top over the curve of those magnificent breasts, where it gently parked itself, stretched across her upper chest. My tongue and lips played gently with the pink hard little bud. She drew a shuttered breath, jiggling her breasts against my tongue and then she moaned in her sleep. Her body knew how to respond, she needed not be awake or think, she needs to rest, to ease under the touch and let her body enjoy. She was made for this.. enjoyment. The ripe sweet scent of her arousal started to fill the air, the friction of her thighs rubbing causing her to stir and cream. Her bare feet run one up and down her calf as she hummed to herself, lost in heavenly dreams. Her nipples are turgid pebbles, dusky red and filling with blood as they are suckled upon, toyed with. Her belly tightened, twisted and she breathed slow and deep.

This is what glorious dreams are made of. I gently cupped the firm round breasts, nibbling and lapping at the hardening nipple, then over to the other, feeling her back arching gently under the onrushing waves of pleasure now flooding into her. Oh how wonderful her body is to react to a simple touch like this… so strong, so soft and warm, and so very sensitive… She was arching up, her body exclaiming a resounding ‘yes’ at the touch, tall and gentle, stretching her lean young form and straining all her muscles. It felt good.. too good. Her hand lifted, searching, but her eyes remained closed. Her hand searched for something to touch in return and she founds my thick neck, nails light on my skin, just touching.

The thought speed across my mind… I wonder if I could tame one as strong as this wonderful girl… could she be made to submit under the pleasure I could provide, or would her youthful strength and what I can only assume, awesome stamina, simply wear me out… Such thoughts are so dangerous. Should I pit myself against her I could lose. Under the heel of a girl this lovely, I am sure there is no end to what she could dream up. I have seen her parents spoil her, and how she treats her boyfriends. I must only come to the conclusion that she has the might to tame them, and uses them as she sees fit once she is done with their “treatment”.

However, the bare thought of having a girl like this addicted to what I could do, tamed in on my cock… oh lord… I feel a deep throb in my trunks at the thought… maybe I could… I slid a hand off her firm breasts down her belly, down… into the hem of her lace panties. Her hips rolled. They are slim but curving as a womans does, she is young and fit, but she is all girl, shaped for speed and sex. The faint touch of something low on her belly and instantly she rose from the bed, heels dug into the covers, thighs flexing to lift her bottom from the bed, all of her lifted easily, with the Alanya Otele Gelen Escort flexibility of a gymnast and the grace of a ballet dancer. I bit my lower lip as I saw the reaction. I must dare, even though the consequences may be dire. I wonder if she will just brush me off and laugh at me, drain me with her power, or of I actually stand a chance… I slid a hand into the lace panties, feeling her legs gently part a degree or two to allow my fingers to trace down to her heated folds. My tongue and lips still on her hard and now glistening nipples.

What else is a man for but to please a woman? This is her belief, this is all that she knows. She is beautiful and fair and boys… men… they yearn to please her… She lets them, uses them and then is done with them… They are weak, she will only be satisfied by the strong. She has never know strength in a man before. None have even gotten close. This touch between the smooth bare folds alights her fire, her hips begin to dance and sway, pressing up into the touch, needy for it… so needy for it. I responded by caressing the folds of supple sensitive skin, caressing and teasing as I felt her hips rising, gyrating, swaying. My tongue lapping, flicking the hard nipples, seeing a bead of sweat form on her forehead at the sensations that are now crowding up at her.

I felt her light but strong hands on my neck, holding me to her firm breasts, as I teased and played with it, the ridge of my index-finger trailing across the hood of her clit.

She was writhing, her whole body squirming upon her bed, under my mouth, under my hand, her body drawn to every sensation I was offering. She stirred, half awake, half asleep. She wants this dream to go on and on, but is it a dream? Is it real? Would she let just any man please her? Would that not make her a slut? She would hate to be called that even if it were true, she would balk.. fight against the image. But her body betrays her. It craved the carnal pleasure. It desired more of my touch and little by little she builds, every muscle tightening, her sweet tender peach of a pussy drenching my fingers and pulsing tighter and tighter. She wanted this, wanted this sensation, would do anything for it. Would I just give it to her? Would she have to demand it? Would I make her beg for it? Her body moved as if in conflict with itself. I felt the strong body under my touch grow restless, as my now glistening finger tapped the hood of her clit, teasing it before rubbing it for 1… 2…..seconds, then withdrawing, feeling her hips trying to push up as I caress the glistening labia, then as they settle I tapped hood again, rubbing her clit 1… 2… 3… then withdraw.

If I am to stand any chance against this tigress I must work to unbalance her now. Once she realizes what is happening there will be no more chances, I fear.

“Mmmm mmmm.” It is a gutteral moan, low and throaty. She is greedy, needy and gets what she wants. Her body wants more, demands more, but how will she get it. It could stop at any moment. She is a long languid jungle cat, stretched out on the alter before me; the hunter. Would I sacrifice her to my pleasures? To my desires? She is normally the strong one, and it shows that this is new territory to her. Her hips churned and jumped, straining against my finger tips, always seeking more more more, sometimes not finding it when I pulled my hand away and then her moans turn desperate.

“Mmmm more…” I hear whispered. Is it demand or plead? I was loving the insecurity in her movements and voice. I am sure that were she awake she would simply have taken what she wanted, and once she does wake up I am sure she will, but maybe, just maybe, I can unbalance her enough so that she can’t break me easily or quickly, give me a chance to actually make this a challenge… I rubbed back onto her clit. 1… 2.. 3.. 4.. then off again, nibbling on her nipples slightly as I caressed her now almost dripping folds.

“Mmm aaaahhh.. again.. please again.. ” The please is a rare word for her. It must be because she is still half dreaming, half awake. Her pearl beneath my finger pulses and rolls. It makes her shimmy and squirm and hump at my strong hand. Yes she is a greedy slut, always anxious for more… more…

“MORE…” Would I you deny her? Could I? Would I give in as all the rest do, would I be satisfied with one night of pleasure? For that is all the weak are allowed… one night… will it be enough for me?? Slowly her eye lids lifted, long sooty lashes bat slowly over vivid green eyes. She looked at me, watched quietly as I fondled her and brought her pleasure but she says nothing.

I heard the voice, and biting down gently on her erect nipple, lashing the hard nub with the tip of my tongue as I let my finger slide down over the hooded pearl, the movements of her powerful hips the only stimulations I am providing, simply something to grind herself again, and her thighs moved, shifting her hips, rubbing up against it, needily. How Alanya Rus Escort can I survive a girl like this… Look at how strong she is… maybe I still have a chance… I lapped at her nipple as I hooked my finger slightly, caressing the opening of her pussy as the palm of my hand rubs into the hood over her most sensitive pearl.

The more she wakes the more it builds. The more it builds the more she wants. Her hand stiffened on the back of my neck, clutching at the broad expanse. It is a little hand compared to mine, compared to any part of me she is little. but size doesn’t matter in these things, it is the WILL that matters. Who wants it more, who will serve who, who will yield? She shook and trembled, her muscles all tightening as I massaged her sensitive folds and clit.

“Ohhhh god… yes… please…” Then looking at me, waiting, searching my face to see if I are serious or just playing around. She wants to see what I answer as she whispers out.

“Make Me Cum.” I met her gaze, holding it as I slowly slid my finger deeper into her, watching for any sign of weakness or doubt in her utter control and strength as I gently hooked it into her, expertly finding her g-spot, rubbing into it as I palm at her clit, gently rubbing it down, my tongue out, lapping at her nipple as I lay, my face resting against the curve of her firm breast. Would I yield as all the rest do? Would it be that easy to tame me? Her little spot found, rubbed… it pushes her nearer and nearer the edge of oblivion. She fucks and rides and grinds against my hand, forcing my head all the harder to her breast. No weakness shown, not to me, if she even has a weakness I’ll have to demand to see it. For now she lets me bring her along, right to the edge…OOoooo gawd… oOooo gawd… She teeters on the edge… right there… her whole body quaking. Would I simply let her have it?

“Please Uncle Carmichael… Please…” I smiled quietly as I bit down onto her nipple harder, knowing that she is strong, but wondering still if the orgasm will make her stronger or make her falter for a moment… Only one way to find out as I thumbed her clit, much like pressing a firingstud, shooting lightingbolts of pleasure into her as my finger perfectly rubs her spot deep in her, feeling her walls tightening and quivering around my finger!

“Oohhh fuckkk fuckkk fuckkkkk” she groaned out, arching up off the bed, only heels and crown of her head touching the sheets. She cries out wild and free and humped my hand without shame, fucking that thick fingered hand and seeping her juices down my palm. She cums hard, her body rocked, she is gone into the wind, gone into the lust. She is lost there, panting and gasping for breath, quivering with the waves of pleasure. She whimpers out

“More… more more… please more… please… please…” I felt her tighten around my fingers, her arm locking me down to her breast as she came, and with the heel of my palm rubbing into her clit as I don’t stop. Indeed, quite the opposite.

I kept rubbing into her gspot, sliding another finger into her as I rubbed her hooded clit with my palm, not letting her come down. She may have gotten smaller boys to stop and think it is “their turn” with an orgasm this hard and this physically displayed, but I have broken many girls before, and I know when to keep a good hand in play, rather than fold at the first sign of effect. She panted, her body wanting to relent, to sag and enjoy the ripples of pleasure as she comes down. But I do not stop and she looked at me, trying to look stern. Her knees came together and clutched at my wrist.

“Ohhh that is enough dear uncle thank you.. you may go now. ” But I do not stop and she can’t help but let her body sink back under the spell of the strong hand. I let her see I am undisturbed by her command. She shakes again… so close to the edge still… so close. Feeling those strong thighs close around my wrist, the sudden flashing realization of those legs locking a boy in who wants to withdraw, escape her powerful squeezing muscles, looking up at him as he thrashes, defenseless, unable to not cum hard in her hot pussy as she just holds him to her, as I continue rubbing into her, feeling her hot spasming walls around my fingers, now spreading into a gentle V, stretching her somewhat as I keep rubbing her inner surfaces, tighten, quivering, as her hips spasm.

“I said I’ve had enough.” Her voice quaking with each word but I do not listen, instead I teased her body viciously, palm and fingers working in harmony over her raw and sensitive clit and cunt… oohh sweet lord.. she can’t help but to cum harder the second time. She screams out loud, bucking wild and free against my hand, splattering it with girly cream. She shakes… she trembles… she wants to come down… wants to rest.

“Please Uncle… please let me rest…” It is much less of a command now. I was listening to and feeling how she came again, her body arching and flexing hard, her inner walls constricting around my finger and releasing, over and over, as her breaths almost became ragged. As she laid back down onto the bed, I could smell the sweat on her now. I lifted my head off her breasts, gently holding her eyes with mine as I slid my fingers from you, dripping with her nectar now, but still palming her heated folds, not letting go.

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At First Sight

Walking down the gallery of my new flat I love it even though I have no furniture. It is a beautifully designed building, expensive but I don’t care I have a two year lease and I’m going to study and get my degree and then the rest of the money under the terms of my parents divorce and yeah.

The gallery joins the private part of this huge place with the public part if ya like, the kitchen and dining room and so on with the lounge room sort of off the gallery and then the private end the bedrooms and bathroom and so on. Three bedrooms well one is mine of course and one will be a study no idea what I will do with the other one I certainly don’t want to share I love my new place all mine.

So I have been to the toilet and now I am going to the kitchen to get a drink of water and then I will have a shower and get dressed and go and get some furniture I don’t want to spend another night in a sleeping bag on the floor as nice looking wooden floorboards as it is. Then I realise oops. I haven’t drawn the curtains on the gallery windows and they are almost full length and I look out across a space maybe six metres and there you are sitting at a table in your gallery drinking coffee I suppose it is and smoking this makes me want a cigarette and I don’t have any. I stop and look across at you and wave.

You are beautiful no more than twenty I would guess I saw you moving in late yesterday afternoon I suppose your furniture is arriving today did you sleep on the floor. Is it ok if I look at you I’m forty seven but I am only looking I do not leer I am admiring your beauty it just as well we are both on the first floor-top one-of this two storey building otherwise anyone above me could see what I can see. You are beautiful. White undies from here I can see them tight on you and a blue singlet thin material aren’t you cold my eyes strain for a sign of your nipples but I am too far away I guess. I can see tighter material at the end of your breasts and the white undies high cut you are beautiful. You stop and look over at me I’m sorry but wait you wave at me. I wave back.

You wave back and I am glad I wonder how old you are I am nineteen just a little while ago and I look more closely at you can you be the one I wonder you are not leering I like that if you were I would have run to the kitchen out of your view, then closed the curtains no you look nice from here I turn my back to the window so you can see the way the material of my undies hugs my bum I am tempted to wiggle it at you what if you think I am a slut so fucking what I know I am not only five guys that’s not many not nowadays so I don’t care if you do think that you will soon see that I am not I give my bum just a little Alanya Suriyeli Escort wiggle and turn back around and I am smiling and I wave again.

Why did you do that? I mean it was a beautiful thing to do you have a beautiful arse but why did you wiggle it surely you are not flirting with me no can’t be you are teasing me but I don’t care you are beautiful and fresh looking. You wave again so I smile and wave back again.

I turn back to the window put my hands on it there is a tightness deep in my belly and a pain there I can feel a bit of trembling deep in me I think should I do this can I trust you I decide yes I can I make these sort of decisions sometimes. I turn and face you and put my hands on the band of my undies and push down with my right hand now you can see my pubes they are pale light brown sort of colour I trim them but I like them I look over you are looking that is good I smile and stand for a second or two like that the crotch of my undies is still high enough up that you can’t see any lower than my mound but don’t worry I am going to show you all of me I know you will like and appreciate that I feel a little heat flash deep between my thighs I have never been an exhibitionist but you are my fantasy man and this is turning me on is it turning you on too I hope so.

Wow what are you doing it is twenty feet between us I know I am an architect and I designed this building you have pushed your undies down and I can see your mound little trimmed hairs oh my this is beautiful but why.

Now I am going where I have never been I want to do this so I dare myself to do it which I must now it is often the only way I can beat all my fears I dare myself to strip naked in front of you I am glad no-one else can see but I am more glad that you can.

I bend over and push my undies down to my knees as my face is closer to my cunt I love that word it is all the opposite to my oh so proper upbringing it is almost as if I can smell my arousal I know what cunt smells like I have put my tongue into several but I won’t tell you that not yet I look closely over at you and smile you are looking at me in a nice way would you like me to be closer.

My breathing almost hurts as you push your undies to your feet I can see the space between your thighs now I can see the hairs thicker above your clit and between your thighs I can see the lower side of the cheeks of your arse as you bend down I wish I was closer but that will never be I have no idea why you are doing this for me but I love it.

I turn my back on you and wiggle my bare bum at you just a little wiggle I laugh softly this is really hot doing this do you like my bum now you can see it all.

Such Alanya Türbanlı Escort a beautiful cute little bum your arse crack is lovely your arse so tight so firm the crease under your cheeks ohhhhh my cock hurts I want to kiss your bum crack how stupid am I being you are so beautiful.

I now turn and face you again naked from the waist down I smile and wave at you again you nearly drop your lighter in your rush to wave back I giggle I have the urge to masturbate now I wonder if you would like to watch me do that but not now I want to be close to you when I do that I want you to smell me I can feel the wetness between my thighs I just stand there so that you don’t have to rush your look at my mound and the little hairs.

My cock feels painful pushing against my bathrobe as I look at you, you are standing there quite still not minding at all that I am looking at you. Your thighs are so trim and fresh looking you have light tan lines but then again it is the middle of winter right now but I can make out the shape of your bikini from what I can see I look trying to photograph forever in my mind this sight of your beautiful little mound. And the tops and insides of your thighs the gateway to your private places who am I fooling I will never get there.

From the floor to the windows there is about half a metre of really nice wood panelling, that matches the floorboards. I decide to tease my little fantasy man and I kneel down now you can’t see my bush are you angry if you are then you are not my fantasy man, then I get up on my knees and lift my singlet up over my head, showing you my breasts. They are smallish pointing straight out at you my nipples pale pinky point out at you I can’t tell if they are erect from the cold or from my horniness whatever they are aching from horniness I want to touch them I want you to touch them would you like that.

Your breasts are beautiful they point straight out at me firm and high I am glad I do not really like large boobs but yours are perfect I squirm just a little I feel like I am going to come but I know that would not be right not while you are watching in my cupboard I have a few packets of woman’s undies when you are gone I will go to my room and wank into a pair of them thinking of you and then I will come and I will feel ashamed. Where have you gone?

Teasing you I lie down on the floor for a moment enjoying the pain of the coldness of the polished wood the discomfort it is really cold actually, I don’t think I can do this much longer the pain of the cold floor I rub my bum on it the urge to touch myself is so strong are you feeling that too do you want to wank I want to watch you do that I open my legs you can’t Alanya Ucuz Escort see what I am doing at the moment I open my legs lift my knees I imagine I have called you the door is unlocked I lie on the floor my thighs open waiting for you waiting as you come in the door and see me lying here you can see the moisture at the opening of my cunt and you come in and you fuck me and it is perfect as I know it will be when we actually do it. A slight quiver runs through my body I didn’t come exactly but the thought of it all has given me what I call my mini-come I did that once in a theatre the movie was so boring I fantasised and I came without even touching myself I was imagining Drew Barrymore was kneeling between my thighs licking me another tremble runs through me as I think all this and I sigh and sit up you can see my face now does it look slightly flushed I see the happiness in your eyes that you can see me again. I smile at you again and wave.

For a moment I wondered where you had gone. You are sitting up now, I can see your pretty face and you are smiling I wave back when you wave at me what did you do while you were out of sight for a moment I saw your knees lift please don’t tell me you wanked if you want fingers on you and in me please let them be mine, I am just being so silly now, you are teasing me, and for a moment I am angry at you, why are you doing this, are you really just a little tease.

I stand up now, and turn and face you, showing you all of me fully naked the front of me, why did you look annoyed just then? I suppose you think I am just teasing yeah sure like I am in the habit of doing strip shows for guys I don’t even know. I wiggle my hips. I want a cigarette. I put my fingers to my lips and make a smoking gesture, then point to you.

I can see all of you naked there now, fuck you are so beautiful, your breasts firm pointing out at me, cute little belly, then it moulds away to your mound and the promises of your slit as it disappears between your thighs. You are making the smoking gesture. Do you want one I signal, holding the packet out to your window.

I nod, yes, and I point in the direction of the hallway, your door would be somewhere there, then I point to myself, then in the direction of the door.

Shit you want to come over. My heart races and my belly is jumping, I nod yes of course you can. This is amazing, you have shown me your body and now you want to come into my apartment. Just for a cigarette, I remind myself. Of course, but even so. Now I cannot see you, you have run back down the gallery to where I know the bedrooms are. I will stay as I am, waiting for your knock.

I run into my room, leaving my undies and singlet there on the gallery floor. Quickly I pull on a pair of faded blue jeans and an orange pullover. I rush out of my apartment, I don’t want you to have time to get dressed. I walk really fast through the little foyer thing, this is your door, I knock, my breathing is fast, I am so, so horny. Soon I will know if you really are my fantasy man.

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We’ve been neighbors for twelve years, our kids play together and I, along with my wife and her husband, have spent many nights on her back patio eating barbecue and discussing politics, sports and the inherent flaws in the American education system and what it means for the future of my son and her daughter.

How then, did we end up here? In her upstairs bathroom—me with my pants around my ankles, she on her knees with my rock hard cock sliding in and out of her luscious mouth. Her World’s Greatest Mom t-shirt is pulled up around her neck and her bra, still clipped in the back, is down around her waist.

I had always been curious about those big, beautiful tits and, my god, here they are. For me to fondle, pinch and suck.

She would often barbecue wearing a bikini top, cut offs and flip-flops and must have seen me watching her all those times. My wife had certainly noticed.

“Do you wish I had breasts like Kathleen?”

I told her no, of course, that she had beautiful breasts (that was true) and size didn’t really matter to me (that wasn’t).

“Well, in case you think I don’t notice you watching her, I do.”

“Noted. And in case you think I don’t notice you watching Eddie Connors mowing his lawn shirtless, I do.”

“Noted.”

And there it would end.

“Nice cock,” my neighbor mutters breathlessly as she takes it out of her mouth and works it with her dishpan hand. “I always knew you must have a nice cock.”

I’m about to speak but she opens her mouth again and takes my nice cock deep into her throat, gagging a bit as she does so but not seeming to mind. The “gagging thing”, as my wife calls it, has kept her from performing fellatio for over a decade. I’ve missed it, missed it terribly and more than once have masturbated to the fantasy that I am living out at this moment.

Kathleen stands and faces me, her hands still working my dick. We kiss again—this is how it started, with a deep kiss that surprised us both.

There I was, installing the new shower head that her husband kept promising to install and she kissed me. Just kissed me, like we’d been kissing for years and, of course, I kissed her back, introducing the tongue into the mix.

Guess you could say we seized the opportunity. Her husband had taken their daughter to see an ailing grandmother three states away. My wife had taken our son to a Renaissance Fair more than an hour away.

I was supposed to go but dreaded the proposition—a fucking Renaissance Fair, are you fucking kidding me?!—and got out of it only by promising to finish a few chores—at home and elsewhere.

“Bill is never going to install that shower head. What a flake. Just do it for Kathleen so I don’t have to listen to her complain about it again.”

I groaned in response like a teenage boy who’d just been asked to spend his Saturday cleaning out the attic.

“Don’t be such a baby. Just do Kathleen this favor. OK?”

So here I was, doing Kathleen this favor.

“Let’s give the shower head a try. Whaddya think?” says Kathleen with a mischievous smile. She lifts my sweaty t-shirt over my head and flicks her tongue across my nipple a few times. I kick off my shoes and pants as she unfastens her bra and tucks her thumb into her gym shorts. She pulls them off revealing a deliciously taut ass and a thick, almost overgrown blond bush.

Beautiful and natural, thankfully unlike the shaved and polished pussies that populate the men’s magazines these days. Luscious and inviting, I can’t resist touching it and as I do she thrusts her pelvis forward into my hand. My finger probes her clit for a few seconds but I have to get inside, to feel her wetness and I know she wants me in there. Alanya Grup Escort

I jam two fingers into her moist cunt and she moans, wraps her legs around my waist and hikes herself up so I can go deeper. I do and she counters by shoving her tongue into my mouth, sucking mine into hers. She bobs furiously up and down on my hand and in less than a minute is shrieking with orgasmic delight.

“Shhh,” I caution, remembering the particularly catty and gossipy neighbor whose bedroom window is within spitting distance outside this second floor bathroom. To silence herself, she buries her face in my neck, clutching me so tight that I can feel her quiver.

I am tempted to jam my cock in and split that sweet blond bush right then and there but I want to see those amazing tits wet and sudsy, I want to see my cum dripping down them and I want it to last as long as possible. So I set her down on the sink and reach in to start the shower. She hugs me from behind, one hand stroking my stomach, the other stroking my cock.

“Such a nice cock. So thick. I knew it. I just knew it.”

I grab her hand away from my cock and pull her to me forcefully. She gasps excitedly, her eyes flashing with desire.

“Here’s what I want, Kathleen.”

“What? Tell me, please.”

“I want you to do what I say what to do from now on. And here’s what I want.”

Her pendulum breasts heave up and down as she awaits my instruction. I pause just long enough to make her beg me for it.

“What?” she says, barely audible. “What do you want?”

Another moment more before she says oh-so-sweetly, “Please.”

I lean in to her. She instinctively reaches to embrace me but I pin her arms at her side and put my mouth as close to her ear as I can without touching her.

“I want to fuck you, Kathleen. I want to fuck you deep and hard and rough. I want to fuck that sweet hairy cunt of yours until it aches. I want to fuck you until I come and I want to come all over those perfect tits of yours. Is that what you want me to do?”

“Oh yes.”

“Then get that beautiful ass in the fucking shower and do as I say.”

Holy shit! Who is this guy making these demands? I’d never spoken to a woman like this before, certainly not my wife who at the first hint of losing control of the situation would leave the room before I could say, “OK, then how about a hand-job!” But I am in control now and Kathleen clearly loves it.

She starts to pull her t-shirt off over her head but I tell to leave it on. “Pull it down over your tits and get in the shower.”

“But—

“Just do it.”

She pulls the shirt down as I request and for good measure she gives her melons a quick squeeze. I smile in approval; she giggles and steps into the shower.

“Joining me?” she asks.

“In a minute. Get under the water.”

She smiles that smile again and says, “You know in college I once took part in one of those contests. Wet T-shirt thing, you know? Spring break.”

She steps under the stream of water and I watch as the shirt clings to her form like saran wrap. Her nipples assert themselves proudly and to help them along she pinches each one between thumb and forefinger. I begin to stroke my cock.

“Did you win?” I ask her.

“Well, that’s an interesting story,” she tells me as she begins to massage her breasts. “Tammy Tidwell, this stuck up bitch in my sorority was also taking part and, stuck up bitch though she was, she had one spectacular set of ta-tas. And she was strutting and shaking and prancing and the boys were all goin’ wild and it was clear she was the favorite. So what I did, you see…”

She moves her hands to her neck and starts to pull Alanya İranlı Escort at the fabric. After a second it begins to tear.

“I did just like this.”

And she rips her t-shirt right down the front, slowly getting to the top of her breasts and exposing her cleavage.

“And everybody starts to look away from the bitch and straight at me.”

She rips the shirt a bit more.

“And the bitch starts shaking her hips but I do this…”

She squeezes her breasts together with her arms.

“And then I do this…”

With one quick yank, she rips her shirt all the way down so that only a few threads hold the garment together just below her navel. Standing with a hand on one hip as the water splashes off her cleavage, she says, “And finally…”

She shimmies her shoulders and the shirt falls to the floor. Water runs in rivulets down her plump and glistening tits. A waterfall forms at the bottom edge of her pubic hair, sending a steady stream of water down the inside of her silky thighs.

“And the boys went crazy.”

I try to speak but am breathless.

“So I went and found the two hottest boys in the crowd. Fucked them both at the same time in the back seat of a convertible. One in my ass, one in my pussy.”

She pinches her nipple, twisting it a bit.

“Never told anybody about that. Not Bill, not my college roommate, not my shrink. Wildest thing I ever did.”

“Until today.” She smiles, I smile and bark out another command. “Suds up.”

“Will you fuck me then?”

“If you do it right. Now suds up.”

She grabs a plastic bottle of body wash and squirts it onto her tits. With one hand she soaps up her breasts, with the other she runs her fingers through her pubic hair, one long red-nailed finger playing with her clit. It is an extraordinary sight, this magnificently built and beautiful woman pleasuring herself.

I fear that if I keep stroking my cock I’ll lose control before I get inside her. So at last I climb into the shower and help her with the suds. She moans, leans into me and coos, “Please fuck me.” She giggles, then adds, “Fuck my hairy cunt.”

And with that I grab her ass, pull her to me roughly and back her into the corner of the shower stall. She wraps a leg around my waist, pulls herself up and slides down onto my massive erection, moaning deeply as she does so.

The fucking is rough, violent. At least I think so.

“Harder,” she pleads. I place my foot on the edge of the tub for leverage and give it all I’ve got.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just like that. Just like—AHHHH!”

She is responding to a particularly rough thrust, which I accompany with a smack on that tight ass.

“Again.”

I smack a second time.

“Again.”

A third…and a fourth and a fifth, all the while plunging my cock as hard as I can into her sopping cunt. “Goddamn,” she squeaks, “I have wanted to fuck you for so…fucking…long”, her last three words keeping time with my thrusts. She wraps the other leg around me and I go deeper.

“Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. FUCK!” she cries.

I think again about the nosy neighbor outside the window but I don’t care now as I can feel her coming close to another orgasm.

She pushes back harder and faster, her breasts bunched up against my smooth and muscular chest, until she finally lets out one prolonged moan and I know she is there.

Rocking up and down furiously on my cock, she whispers breathlessly into my ear, “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fill my cunt, fill my…ohhhhh my god…fuck meeeeee.”

She pulls herself off of me and sits on the side of the tub. Looking at me hungrily, she makes a demand of her Alanya Manken Escort own.

“Come on me,” she says simply and quietly as if she was asking me for a cup of sugar. “All over me.”

With this last request she grabs my cock and strokes it roughly, her fist wrapped around the base, her tongue flicking the head.

“My face, my tits, my cunt. Come all over me.”

But I am still not ready for this to end so I hang on, even as she strokes my rod feverishly, even as she clamps my cock between her wet and soapy tits. Finally, she circles the tip of my cock with her sweet, soft tongue and I have no choice but to give in as my whole body radiates with pleasure.

The first stream of jizz hits her chin and drips onto her cleavage. Grasping my cock firmly, she repositions me so that I shoot a load across her tits with the propulsion of an eighteen year old boy. There is one more shot left in me and sensing this she wraps her mouth around the head and I shoot a load directly into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” she purrs, swallowing. She pulls me out, kisses the tip and leans back against wall, her legs still open, her pussy lips peeking out from behind that beautiful thick patch of blond.

Spent, I lean back against the wall of the shower, the hot water feeling so good against my chest. Kathleen, as if all that still was not enough to sate her, takes a finger-ful of cum from her chin and scoops it into her mouth.

“Yummy,” she says as she rubs the remaining droplets into her heaving breasts.

We are both silent. I turn away—putting my face under the shower and, after a moment, I feel her strong arms encircling my waist. Her breasts bunch up against my back and I feel her soft, sweet kisses on the back of my neck.

I turn to face her and, again, we kiss long and deep. The fierce passionate energy that drove us earlier is gone, replaced now by the warmth and solace of a gentle kiss. She burrows her face into my chest and we stand there together, the water rushing over us.

I break the silence.

“We probably can’t do this again anytime soon, can we?”

Her immediate response is to hug me closer.

“No, probably not,” she finally concurs. I think I hear the slightest sob in her voice and I take her radiant face in my hands and look at her. A single tear rolls down her cheek. I am about to speak when a telephone ring shatters the silence and takes us both back to the real world.

“Bill,” she explains.

“Right. Bill.”

She kisses me simply once more before reaching behind me to shut off the water. Grabbing a towel off of a nearby rack, she wraps herself before handing me a clean folded towel from a rack above the sink.

She leaves the room and reaches the phone on the fifth ring.

“Hi, honey. How’s your mother?…Oh, what good news. I’m so glad.”

I pull on my ragged jeans and t-shirt, stick my bare feet into my slip-on sneakers and after quickly drying my shaggy mop, hang the towel neatly on the shower door.

As quietly as I can, I pick up the few tools I brought with me and head out the bathroom door. Kathleen, still wrapped in her towel is standing in the doorway of her bedroom speaking into the phone.

Our eyes meet and she smiles, a bit sadly it seems to me, as she says into the phone, “So you think you’re leaving a day early? Great!”

I am next to her now and she leans into me. Putting my free arm around her, I kiss the top of her head and give her one last squeeze before pulling away. I am halfway down the steps when I hear her say, “Wait.”

I stop and turn. Looking at me, she lets her towel drop to the floor. Her magnificent body is framed in the doorway and it occurs to me that I may never see a more beautiful sight. Still speaking into the phone she says, “I just wanted to tell you that I love you. Hurry back.”

After a moment, she turns away and disappears into the bedroom, her voice fading as she does so. I walk down the steps, out the front door and across the street. Home.

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My Sister And My Bloated Balls

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I had flown up to my sister’s place for a few days vacation after a hectic past few months of work.

My sister, Jane and her hubby, James, who were both 31, had regularly offered for me to come and stay at their place – as I rarely got to see them these days. They lived on the Gold Coast, 1000km north of my home city of Sydney.

Both my sister and her hubby were highly paid professionals, and owned a large house overlooking Palm Beach. It was a great location to get away to, relax and feel totally unwound.

I am a 28 year old, who is very athletic, being heavily into cycling and also enjoying working out at the gym regularly. I always had a huge sex drive, and although I did not have a serious girlfriend at the time of visiting, I had a number of women who enjoyed satisfying my sexual needs back in Sydney. My sex drive had always been high, and I really enjoyed certain sexual acts. For some reason I had always really enjoyed unloading my balls all over a pretty women’s face.

I was only going to stay on the Gold Coast for 3 days, as I had to get back to Sydney for some important work that was coming up. Since it was such a short stay, and I didn’t know anyone else on the Gold Coast, I presumed that I wouldn’t be blessed with a woman’s nice wet mouth and woman’s hand to relieve my swollen cock and balls. I figured I would have to wank myself off in my sisters spare room that I was staying in, or in the shower in the morning – and just before bed.

I loved wanking. I always loved pleasuring myself. Ever since I began wanking, I loved wanking off. A woman’s hand, mouth or wet vagina was a pure blessing, though wanking off at my own pace was heaven in its own right. These days I still loved to jerk my fat cock off with long and slow wank sessions. I love to build up the maximum amount of cum, to shoot as much cum as I can, and experience the maximum pleasure during orgasm.

I always tried to drain my balls in the morning when I got up, and at night before bed. If I missed my early morning or night time wank sessions, I would not be able to function properly. If I missed my morning wank, my balls would be loaded up with so much cum that I would not be able to concentrate on my work. If I missed my night time wank, I would not be able to sleep as my hard on would push into the bed, not allowing me to sleep.

Those days that I did not get to drain my balls in the morning, although frustrating, and clearly affecting my work ability, I really enjoyed as my cum filled balls and dirty mind would tease me all day, so that when I got home id shoot the biggest load of cum when I ejaculated. On these days that I did not get to wank in the morning, my cock would generally thicken up around morning tea time, and id start thinking nasty thoughts, especially when a woman with a nice face was around.

I always had 1 day off work during the week, as my work offered 4 day work weeks. My daily schedule on this day off would be to get up early and go for a bike ride of approximately 50km. After my ride I would usually try to run some errands. I loved going to the shops or the gym after my ride, as my hormones would be raging. I especially loved having my thick dick become semi erect (as I had not yet unloaded my balls), as I thought of shooting my load all over one of the pretty mothers faces walking down the isle of the local grocery shopping centre, or cumming all over the face of one of the ladies at gym that was working out. I loved it. My balls full of cum. Precum oozing out of my thick cock. A pretty woman’s face to look at while thinking of my lucky balls unloading all over her face.

Jane and I had had an interesting relationship growing up. She was daddies little girl and always got her way, and I had to accept that she would always generally get her way, even though she often was clearly deceptive when arguing with our parents to get her own way. She was very smart, well educated, very pretty, and had long blonde hair and blue eyes and perfect white skin. All the boys at my primary and high school wanted her, even though she had small tits, they all loved her figure and pretty face. My father and mother thought she was the perfect daughter, as she had also been her Primary School Captain and High School Vice Captain which also gave her added marks.

I always new she had a dark side, and it became clearer to me just how dark that was, when Alanya Esmer Escort I was listening into a phone conversation she was having with a friend one night when she was 18. She was talking to another girlfriend, and I could just hear the detail of the conversation. They had been talking about their boyfriends. I had heard his name a few times, “Jack”, and some other casual talk, and then all of a sudden I heard something that shocked me. I heard my sister say, “Yeah, but he always just wants to shoot his cum in my face”. I was shocked. I didn’t even know how to masturbate and cum yet, though for some reason the words I just heard stirred some amazing thought sand sensations. Looking back on the day, and now knowing in retrospect, I realize the amazingly erotic feeling was that of my big balls filling up with cum and becoming extra heavy. Not that I knew what to do about it then!

The tone in which she made the statement was quite stable and flowing. She did not seem upset by it, though was just making a comment.

At such a young age, and with my sister being only 18, I had just found out that my sister, with the perfect image – let her boyfriend “Jack” – shoot his load in her face, and regularly by the sounds of it, as she said “always wants to shoot his cum in my face….”.

It was 2pm in the afternoon, and my sister Jane and I had been chatting a little, relaxing, and watching the view out to the ocean as their hour overlooked the beautiful Gold Coast beach of Palm Beach. Her hubby James was at work, and she had taken a few days off as well seeing as I was up. That morning I did not get to wank my load out of my cock, as I had bumped into my sister’s hubby after my morning toilet stop, and stopped and chatted with him as he got ready for work. As soon as he went I did the dishes, and before I knew it my sister was up and so I quickly got out of my boxers and into my daily clothes. Catching up with James had kept me busy, not allowing me to dump my load onto the sheets in the spare bedroom I was staying in, or even taking an early morning shower where I could dump my load onto the shower floor. My balls would be full of cum today!

Although I hadn’t wanked all day, and had an overnights and full morning’s worth of cum built up in my balls, I wasn’t thinking nasty thoughts as I was just in the company of my sister. My balls were heavy – I knew that, though I wasn’t thinking nasty thoughts. All of that changed though during a conversation with Jane.

My sister asked if I was in a relationship. I explained to her that I was not seeing anyone seriously, though I was enjoying my single life. She looked at me and smiled and said,

“I bet you are. I bet that you are only seeing the ones who give good head?.”

I was shocked by the forwardness, though we were just joking around and being 100% honest due to the fact we were sister and brother. I replied,

“No that I don’t just see the ones that give good head; I am kind of looking for the right woman now.”

Then all of a sudden she said with her words trailing off at the end,

“Do need them to take your load in their face as well?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

The “as well” bit was muffled and silently trailed off, as if the shock of actually saying the words had beaten my sisters controlled lips. Though it was without doubt, she had asked if it was important for me for a woman to take my hot load in her face. I did not answer for a second or two, but then replied in a happy joking way,

“That is hot, cumming all over a pretty woman’s face”.

Jane then replied,

“Nasty. Nasty, nasty, nasty. My little brother is a kinky, naughty boy”

“But it’s just so hot. It feels so good when you blow all over a pretty woman’s face”, I said.

After another few seconds of awkwardness my sister said,

“Well I hope you make a lot, because the more cum you shoot, the hotter it is for the woman as well”.

That was it. My cock was now semi erect in my pants, fully loaded with cum and wanting to blow after that 2 minute long conversation, which seemed to linger for a longer period.

I could feel the precum oozing out of my cock head as I watched my sister cut the last few cuts of cucumber with the knife. I watched her hands chop the cucumber quickly, as if trying to make some noise that would Alanya Eve Gelen Escort cut the quiet that had now occurred, after the explicit conversation my sister and I had just had.

The conversation changed topic, though I did not know what she was saying to me, or I was saying in reply. The words coming out of her mouth, and coming into my ears, were blurred by my brains heinous thoughts. All I could think of was my sister saying that the more cum being blown on the woman’s face the better. My balls were aching. My knees were weak from the feeling. I had to shoot the load that had just built up in my balls quickly – or I was sure I would dump it in my pants.

I quickly told my sister,

“I just need to go to the toilet”.

She said, “Ok, but don’t be too long, lunch is nearly ready”.

I went into the laundry next to the kitchen which leads into a toilet. I closed the door behind me and quickly pulled my hard cock out. It was thick. Precum was oozing out. My balls were heavy and totally loaded up with hot cum.

I quickly gave my cock a few good wanks back and forth to give my thick dick the craving it was after. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was so nice. Those first few tugs were heaven. My dick was finally happy. It felt so good wanking my cock after listening to my sister say that the more cum blown all over a woman’s face the better.

Although I could have blown really quickly, I didn’t want to cum too soon, and wanted to enjoy this wank. I thought that I had a maximum 5 minutes in the toilet before my sister would start to wonder what I was doing, so I was able to slow it down a little, with nice big long strokes of my thick cock. Precum was dripping out of the fat purple head.

After a few minutes I heard my sister come into the laundry. She must have been putting a wash on, or taking clothes out of the machine. Either way I was so wound up by now I was wanking hard, though hoping she would not hear by controlling my strokes and not slapping my cock too much back and forth, rather holding firmly and tugging strong and hard.

I thought I was being quiet enough, though then I heard my sister say,

“What are you doing?”

I froze for a second, but the feeling was too good and I just slowly kept wanking.

I replied to her, “ill just be a minute”.

I was hoping I would not give myself away, but the sound of my voice gave it away. My voice was so oxygen filled, the way it is when you are in the middle of great sex, that she would have known straight away that I was wanking off. About 30 seconds went by. She had not left the laundry, but I continued wanking hard, hoping to cum quickly so that I could get out of the toilet. The thought of her knowing that I could be wanking was quite a turn on, and my dick was now aching to cum.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

I was busted. She knew.

All of a sudden and coming so naturally I replied,

“Yes, it feels so good”.

“That’s good to hear” Jane replied.

I was in heaven. I was wanking my fat cock with fully loaded balls, and I knew that my sister knew I was jerking off in her toilet, and that she was actually trying to listen in. It was so kinky and such a turn on.

For some reason – I’m not sure why, but all of a sudden I leant over and turned the door knob and slowly released the door. I didn’t fully open it, though released it just enough for my sister to be able to peak in if she wanted to.

It took a few moments, but then there she was. She was looking at me through the small crack of the opened door. She looked down at my fat 7 inch cock and clearly liked what she saw. She was smiling brightly. She grabbed the door and swung it open further so that she could see well.

I stood there looking at her while I wanked. It was hot. It felt so good and so right. I finally realized I was now wanking off for my sister. She was totally engrossed, looking up and down between my eyes and my fat cock.

All of a sudden she walked into the cramped toilet, and pushed me back as she did. I stepped back to accommodate her, continuing to wank my thick cock.

Once enough room was made for her in the cramped toilet space, she knelt down in front of me.

It was pure bliss. My sister was now kneeling in front of me while I was wanking off.

She Alanya Evi Olan Escort looked at me, looking at my eyes for a long time while I stroked my big cock. She then turned her face down to be starring at my thick cock as I stroked it, now so ready to cum.

She was now just looking at my cock, watching me wank harder and harder. She knew I was about to cum.

I was ready. My balls were now full of cum and I was about to unload. I needed to drain my balls, and maybe my sister was going to let me drain my bloated balls on her face.

My sister continued to stare at my cock, and must have known I was about to cum from the changes in the strokes. They were now long and slow strokes.

She then looked up at me and nodded.

“Drain your bloated balls over my face. Shoot that wad in my face”.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. My sister had just asked me to drain my balls all over her face.

I was about to get to cream my sister’s slut face. She was amazing too look at while jerking my fat cock. Her pretty face, hair pulled back up in a bun and dorky glasses on that looked so hot and would allow me to blow in her face as hard as I could, not worrying about shooting into her eyes. Hopefully she would keep her eyes opened and would let me blow in her face as she watched.

I grabbed her head and guided her to be more underneath my cock head, at the perfect angle to receive my load. She opened her mouth wide, and was staring at me, seemingly urging me on with her eyes. All of a sudden my balls started to unload. My first thick white stream of cum blew out of my cock head and ran up the middle of her head, up her chin, in her mouth and up her nose until shooting into her forehead and into her hair. Her glasses now had a nice thick line of cum running vertically up them. It was the perfect first thick stream of cum, and perfectly aimed as I pulled her head back a little to take it perfectly up her face. A second and third load quickly blew out, and I aimed my dick directly between her eyes to be able to cream her face properly. I blew hard. Her face was covered in my hot load. Cum had begun to drip down off her nose and onto the floor. Then cum on her chin was starting to drip.

She kept looking at my cock. It was odd. I never wanted to put my cock in her mouth, and I don’t think she wanted to suck my cock, as is normally the case, but she just knelt in front and let me blow all over her face. I didn’t want her to wank me either, and nor did she try to wank me. It was as if we both thought that me just standing in front of her and blowing all over her face was nothing incestuous, that we had not broken the lines as we had not touched each other. Which ever perverted logic we both used; it was the perfect excuse for more cum loads to be aimed into my sister’s face.

I was now looking at my sister’s cum smothered face. It was incredible. She sat there and then just looked up at me and said,

“That was nice”.

Jane then ran her fingers over her chin and then ran some cum into her mouth to taste.

“Tastes great too”.

I was spent. My dick was now hanging low, after unloading a huge load. I felt incredible, and my sister was sitting below me with my cum all over her face. She stood up and walked out of the toilet and into the laundry. I walked out a few seconds later after pulling my pants up, and stood watching her clean the cum off her face with a towel. I said thank you to her, to which she replied,

“Your welcome, I often dreamed of having you cum all over my face for some reason, as if it was meant to be that one day this day would come”.

I was in heaven. My sister had taken my load over her face, and was not upset at all.

“Can I shoot another load over you before James gets home?”

“Yes that would be hot. One more load in my face before he gets home. Then a few more wads tomorrow”.

That afternoon at about 4.30pm in the afternoon I blew another load in my sister’s face.

The next morning, after James left for work, I covered her 3 times before lunch.

At random times throughout the day she would walk up to me, and then kneel down in front of me anywhere around the house. Id then pull my pants down and pull my cock out, and begin wanking it even if flaccid. I would just wank my dick in front of her face wherever we happened to be in the house. Id get fat within a few minutes, and just shoot it in her face, not even letting her touch it, or getting her to suck it.

It was perfect.

Every time I was about to blow she would say,

“Unload your balls all over my face”.

I can’t wait to go back up there again.

Hopefully this coming Christmas ill get back up to paint her face.

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“What the hell am I doing here?” I thought as my husband Mark pulled our car into the parking lot for the sex party. Yes, the SEX PARTY. To say this is outside of my normal activities would be a bit of an understatement. Typical for me is more along the lines of refreshing Facebook at the computer, going to the gym or, more typically working as a researcher at a hospital. I’m not really a sexual person, though I do enjoy sex. As Mark has been saying since we decided to attend a sex party, “That’s the point Pammy! This is not something we would normally do, but we’re only getting older and I’m tired of regretting missed opportunities.”

As we got out of the car and looked around it’s hard to describe where we were. It was in a pretty rich vacation town, and the grounds were filled with houses, yurts, mud huts, plants and emu’s. Nothing says “sex party” like a bunch of emu’s running around. Mark gave me one of his trademark goofy grins and took my hand as I stumbled up the path in my rarely worn high heels. That’s the other thing, we were both as dressed up as we’d been since we got married 12 years ago. It had actually been 15 years since we started dating, and two kids and a mortgage later we desperately needed something to spice up our marriage and our lives.

We politely nodded to some people we saw, and since we were early there was only a few people milling about. Honestly they all seemed very relaxed, happy and strangely enough, normal. I don’t know what I expected, but normal wasn’t it. I thought this would be filled with old creepy men or saggy breasted hippies. Some looked to be professionals, and amazingly most of them were actually pretty hot!

Mark and I both have struggled with body issues and failed diets our whole lives. Giving birth two our two (wonderful) kids didn’t help my body, but lately I’ve been really making an effort to exercise more and it’s been paying off. Mark has not only been complimenting me more, but I catch him just watching me undress or dry off after the shower and honestly it’s nice to know the work has been appreciated. I’ve always been curvy with a big ass, but I have curves where they’re supposed to be and cute if not large 36C breasts.

As we walked in there was a friendly man checking to make sure we’d registered and paid. He smiled at us and welcomed us and it just felt comfortable and even less strange. The party itself had a “newcomer” orientation first (as Mark kept saying, “everyone new needs to come”…not his best material). We walked into a pretty nice living room with pillows and couches everywhere. There were already a number of people sitting at the main area (again, some really sexy guys and some hot ladies) so we walked over to the side couch.

There was a lady relaxing there who looked like just a normal lady in a pretty flowered dress. She introduced herself as Margie and warmly smiled at us. We made small talk with her and looked around the room at people who were all there, like us, to watch and possibly engage in sex with total strangers. Suddenly I started to get nervous again and wonder what the hell we were doing there. Luckily, just at that moment they showed up.

It was a younger couple who looked to be in their mid-20’s (I later found out this was correct). She was very cute with curly dirty blonde hair pulled up in a very intricate and adorable princess-style braid. She was wearing sexy black stockings with a nice lace detail up the back and a plunging tight black top that showed off her nice chest. I looked over at Mark and could see him admiring her as he scanned her up and down. I grinned as his eyes paused for a bit longer on her admittedly nice breasts (Mark is a breast man).

The other half of this couple was a young cute looking guy. He had dark hair that he would absentmindedly brush away from his forehead. He was more casually dressed in black slacks and a black shirt. My heart raced a bit faster in a good way as I thought to myself, “This guy is cute!” I’ve always had a thing for younger guys which Mark and I had only recently been exploring in the bedroom.

They introduced themselves as Shelly and Dan and we all made smalltalk for a bit. The room was filling up and we were a bit surprised how many people had shown up. Dan and Shelly sat next to us and I could tell Mark liked them since he kept cracking goofy puns and quoting movie lines and they were actually laughing with him! Our hostess entered the room and everyone took a seat. She introduced herself and welcomed us. She asked how many of us were at a party for the first time, and most of the room raised their hand. Knowing that we weren’t alone as first timers made me feel a little better.

The orientation was actually pretty interesting. As I’d never been to a sex party before I had no idea what to expect, how it worked or what the rules are. It turns out it’s pretty simple, you ask very clear questions and must respect a clear “Yes” or “No” answer. I can do this…I hope.

After Alanya Anal Escort the orientation more people started arriving and they rearranged the room to have more space. Those of us who hadn’t been to this house before were given a tour, and that’s when the butterflies came back. They walked us around to the different rooms, “This is the main sex room where you can fuck your brains out or just watch.” Sure, that’s normal, I hear that every day.

There were three rooms dedicated for sex, as well as a decent buffet (sex AND food, hell yes!) a hot tub and really nice fire pit. As I looked around the room I was again shocked how normal and attractive most people were. There were definitely a few guys who creeped me out, but honestly the number of truly hot people outnumbered them.

As we were touring around I noticed that we’d gotten separated from Shelly and Dan, and was happy when Mark took my hand and casually led us over to where they were standing. We awkwardly waited while they finished talking to another couple and smiled at them. Their warm returned smiles gave me a nice warm feeling. Also…did I get a tingle between my legs? Couldn’t be…

Mark was the first to speak up and say, “Do you guys want to go look in one of the sex rooms?” We all said yes and slowly made our way upstairs to the big room. There was one couple already on the bed, and we were all shocked to realize they were easily in their 80’s. We tried not to giggle, but they were both completely naked and the lady was voraciously giving the guy a really good blowjob. I shook my head when I realized I was a little jealous about her technique.

We stood on the side of the room as Laura, a really sexy thin redhead came into the room with a guy. He was an attractive guy with a rugged build. The four of us stood there-me in front of Mark and Shelly in front of Dan-and watched as Laura and the guy started roughly making out and groping. He was unbuttoning her blouse and she was pressing her toned body against him. I could feel Mark’s dick getting hard as he pressed it into my back.

The guy quickly took off Laura’s bra and her cute small breasts came into view. None of the four of us said anything and we were all transfixed on what we were watching. The guy starting roughly sucking on her now rock hard nipples and she threw her head back and let out an immensely satisfied moan. This was hot! I occasionally look at some porn-mostly photos of younger guys or my favorite, black guys-but this was like nothing I’d ever seen. An incredibly sexy couple was making out and about to fuck in front of us.

As we were watching another couple (less attractive than Laura and her random guy but still good looking) walked into the room and stood in the middle. The woman took off her dress and they started kissing as the man shoved his fingers into her clearly soaking wet pussy. The sound of that made my breath catch as I could HEAR his fingers pushing in and out. She was clearly enjoying it as she pressed her hips against his hand and devoured his tongue.

The new couple had slightly blocked our view of Laura and so we all goofily stepped to the right to get a better view of everything. We all giggled quietly since it had been done in unison without anyone saying anything. I snuck a peek behind at Mark and saw he was alternating between watching the show and admiring Shelly’s cleavage. I think he wished he had a few extra pairs of eyes so he could watch everything at once.

We stood there as time seemed to stop. The room was heating up from the passion and additional people who came in for a bit, watched and then left. Laura ripped the guy’s shirt off and I definitely felt a tickle in my pussy as I saw his honestly pretty nice body. She took his pants off and seemed to dive onto his cock, devouring it into her mouth and sucking it like she had waited her whole life for this moment. We were transfixed as she bobbed up and down on his gorgeous cock and he leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, enjoying her work.

Suddenly I felt Mark’s hand reach into my dress and cup my breast. Normally I swat him away, but for some reason I didn’t move and let him cup and squeeze my breast. He switched to the other and I could see him looking over to Shelly and Dan to see if they’d noticed. I think he smiled when he could tell that they had noticed but were doing everything they could not to show they were watching us. Laura’s guy was clearly enjoying her cock sucking skills as she bobbed up and down following each suck with some well timed hand strokes, but clearly they both wanted more. He flipped her over on the couch and ripped her black thong panties off. He reached into the bowl on the table and ripped open a condom. As he slid it onto his cock and positioned himself over her the four of us froze and just stared. Mark’s hand stopped moving around but squeezed my right breast as the guy plunged his large cock into Laura.

She Alanya Çıtır Escort moaned and lost control of her hands and arms as she rubbed and pulled at the guy to feel all of his cock in her. He obliged and quickly thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. The sound of her pussy slurping on his cock as he pushed in and out was amazing. I felt Mark reach up and slowly pull the top of my dress down. I don’t know what came over me, but not only did I permit it, but I helped. My dress came down to my waist, my bra came off and suddenly I was standing in a room watching one couple fuck, another finger and a third continue an epic marathon oral sex session with my breasts just out there.

I think I heard Mark groan as he pressed his hard cock against my ass and massaged my breasts. My heartbeat increased as I could see various people in the room take notice and look at my exposed body. I saw Shelly and Dan glance over and I could see his hands rubbing and squeezing her breasts over her dress and bra. What was happening? Why wasn’t I freaking out and running out of there? Why was this so fucking hot? This was nothing like I’d ever thought I’d experience in my life…and I loved it.

Not to pull away from the sex for too long, but it will probably be helpful to have a little background on myself and Mark. As I said we had been together for 15 years and married for 12. We were both in our mid 30’s and were well into our own professional career. Our life was as “typical” and boring, yet stable as we’d ever hoped. Daily routine revolved around getting the kids to/from school, going to work, making/cleaning up dinner and all the countless other mundane tasks that are our life.

It’s not to say that we don’t like our life together, our kids are amazing, we’re financially very stable, but…it’s just boring. Nothing exciting ever happens. In the bedroom things are so much better than they used to be. Mark actually was my first and only partner. I was a virgin when I met him and never did any serious dating in college. There were a few random guys, but mostly they were jerks or stupid and nothing happened past some un-enjoyable kissing and groping.

At the beginning of our relationship I did not enjoy sex at all. All my life I had learned that sex and masturbation were not things to ever talk about. I never had “the talk” and without any experience of my own I just figured there was something “wrong” about it. Sure I masturbated, but it was always done extremely quietly and quickly, just a task with a goal.

For years when we had sex I just laid there and waited for it to be over. I knew that we were supposed to have sex, but it just didn’t feel right or normal to me. I could tell that Mark knew that I didn’t enjoy it, and we had way too many discussions and fights about it. It was a big deal. Mark is much more sexual than I am. He’s honestly a bit of a hornball and is on the high end of the sexual spectrum. That’s not to say he’s had a lot of partners, but he thinks about sex all the time and probably is more addicted to porn than is normal.

As our marriage progressed we had ups and downs. About six months ago we had the worst time ever. We stopped talking and were just done with each other. We both now admit that we were ready for a divorce and didn’t care anymore. I don’t know what happened, but one night we had a huge fight, which was the most talking we’d done in months. Mark told me that he knew a lot of this was his fault and that he realized he was depressed. We calmly talked and he decided to see a therapist.

I don’t know what they talked about, but over the first month that Mark saw the therapist things changed amazingly. We started talking more, he started being sweet and polite to me, and I found that I started desiring him again and looking forward to sex. I guess I’m a typical woman and 90% of sexuality to me is in my mind. When I was mad at Mark I had absolutely no desire for him. Now that we were getting along, communicating and he was clearly happier, I started to look forward to sex.

One thing we spoke about was that both of us felt like we’d missed out on sexual adventures and growth when we were younger. As I said, I had no other partners besides Mark, and he had only a handful (which is surprising considering how much he thinks and talks about sex). Our talking turned to fantasies while we had sex, and Mark would be a random stranger fucking me. It was HOT! The fantasy usually had Mark watching while the random guy fucked me, his wife. It was some of the best sex we’d ever had!

Eventually Mark brought up that it doesn’t have to remain a fantasy. He said I was sexy and we should find a guy to fuck me while he watched. I wasn’t entirely into the action of it, but the idea was pretty hot and we’d look through Craigslist classified ads for guys. We even replied to a few from an anonymous email account, but never followed up. Usually after looking we’d fuck like animals and he’d Alanya Elit Escort be one of the random 20-something guys from the ads.

Talking turned to fantasy, fantasy turned to looking, and looking turned to us going to a sex party. We didn’t plan on doing anything, but we honestly didn’t know what would happen. That brings us back to the party and watching Laura get pounded while my exposed breasts were being massaged by Mark.

Laura and the guy changed positions again and he sat on the couch and she kneeled over his bobbling cock. He reached his hand down and guided it into her obviously drenched pussy and she slammed down on it over and over again. We lost count of the number of times she came. Suddenly the guy grabbed her back and pulled himself deep into her and came inside her shaking as he did. Mark leaned down and asked “Should we clap?” which sort of ruined the moment but also was really funny. We all giggled as Laura shakily climbed off the now softening cock. The guy pulled the condom off as she wobbled and flopped down onto the couch. She was shaking and had a look of both shock and pure bliss on her face. She struggled to her feet, picked up her haphazardly discarded clothes and limped to the bathroom.

A few minutes later she came out wearing just her bra and thong with a look showing that she had just been superbly fucked and had desperately needed it. She wobbled down the stairs as we all watched her really quite nice ass round the corner. After that show we all needed a break and Mark suggested we go out back for some fresh air. We followed him down the stairs and outside.

It was nice in the cool sex-free air. I could see Mark smile as he watched Shelly talk, he was clearly happy with the current situation and I could only imagine what he was fantasizing about her, but I’m sure it involved her full breasts and his mouth (I know my man). At the same time, I found that I was drawn to Dan. He was cute and nerdy and really just my type. Mark is taller and could probably throw Dan, but they’re both dorks and adorable.

We talked outside and came back down to reality for about 30 minutes. We all laughed at each others jokes (even Mark’s typical goofy ones) and really enjoyed each other’s company. I came to this party not knowing what to expect, but as I stood there I couldn’t help wonder if there was a possibility that the four of us could do something, or if I could feel Dan’s cock inside of me. I shook my head as the thought of him sliding into my wet pussy almost took over and my knees got weak.

Dan was thirsty, so we all went inside and had some soda and snacks. The other odd thing about the party (other than the wild fucking and naked people) was that there wasn’t any alcohol. It made for a very relaxed, friendly atmosphere. No one was drunk or jealous or stupid, and everyone was just having fun. As I looked around the room I noticed people in various states of nudity, and even people who didn’t have a “model” body were amazingly comfortable just walking around naked. It was really nice to know that they could be so comfortable with themselves, and despite their nakedness, it put me at ease.

Shelly was the first to suggest we watch more sex, so we all nervously walked to the smaller sex room and walked inside. There on the bed was a naked woman with very large breasts flopped to the sides. A guy was between her legs hungrily licking and sucking her pussy. She was moaning and groaning and loving what he was doing. We all stood and watched for a couple minutes when Mark said something to Shelly and Dan that would change that night and our lives for the better.

“Do you guys want to lie on the other bed with us?” Mark asked. Dan and Shelly looked at each other and nodded yes. What was happening? Were we all going to fuck? What did Mark have in mind? We laid down on the bed and Mark and I started kissing while Dan and Shelly kissed. Mark sat me up and slid my dress off. I kicked it off and he threw it onto the floor. His pants soon followed. Amazingly we were at a sex party lying on a bed with another couple, me in just my new red panties, Mark in his somewhat unbuttoned shirt and black silk boxers. That wasn’t the crazy part though. The crazy part was that it felt great and comfortable and I wanted more.

I could see Shelly and Dan’s eyes look at my mostly naked body. It was amazing to feel the lust from them. Dan’s stroking of Shelly quickened and she reached down and pulled her tight black top off exposing some very nice full breasts pushing against her cute bra. Mark was openly staring and licked his lips as he watched Shelly’s bra fall off her shoulders and join her shirt on the floor. He never took his eyes off her breasts as Dan ran his hands over his girlfriend’s nipples.

“36DD?” Mark asked. Shelly seemed a bit shocked that he knew, but as Mark always says, he’s not only an admirer of all breasts, but a connoisseur. He knows his breasts, I’ll give him that. It was interesting to see the contrast in my breasts and Shelly’s. Hers are young and full and very firm with tiny cute nipples and almost no areola. Mine are smaller 34C with larger areola and eraser sized nipples. It was clear that both of the boys were in lust as their hands groped and squeezed the women they’d come with.

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[Thursday, 11:18pm]

The elevator door slid open with a whoosh onto the sixth-level parking garage, a soulless cavern due to the lack of working lights. It was past 11 pm and few vehicles remained in their assigned stalls. Slight trepidation coursed through Jaina Grayson’s veins, as the garage could be a dangerous place late at night. She flicked the remote on her key chain, which made a little red light flash, as did a black BMW Z4 Roadster chirp twice in response, disabling the alarm. She walked across the parking area to her car, heels clicking on the concrete. The sharp sound echoed throughout the garage, amplifying the fact that there wasn’t another person around.

Calming herself, she thought about her posh little sports car, a 6-speed she gifted herself with when she made chief resident at Health Valley Medical Center. The sleek machine empowered her, though it also drained her, almost poor because of it. Once she reached her car, she set her briefcase down to stroke the side of it.

“Mmm, so beautiful.” She slipped the key into the lock.

Out of shadows, someone grabbed her from behind and dragged her towards the rear of her car, out of view of passerby’s. She screamed, but he cut it off short with a hand clamped on her mouth and she kicked her briefcase over with a loud clatter in her struggle to get away from her attacker. Her heart pounded in her chest as notes of bergamot, fern, and patchouli invaded her nose, along with an aroused male scent.

Crude, strong hands moved over her expensive suit, tearing off her jacket, and tossing it aside on the ground into a pool of oil. The black soaked through the caramel colored garment in an instant. Anger flashed through her brain, but the feeling cut short when she felt him jab his vulgar intent between her thighs. She stiffened, uncooperative as he lifted her off the ground, groaning his desire into her ear. He pressed his hard body against her, melding them together, along with his harder erection wedged into her vee.

“Please,” she begged, “let me go.”

“I will, eventually,” he growled at the nape of her neck. “But not before I fuck that sweet slit of yours,” Setting her on the ground, he jammed his hand down the front of her skirt and untucked her blouse.

One hand went under to the front clasp of her brassiere where he unlatched it with ease and let her heavy bosom spring free. He grasped one, squeezed, and massaged it, before he surprised her with a sharp nipple pinch. “Don’t you scream or I’ll hurt you. Don’t fight me or I’ll hurt you. Don’t try to get away or I’ll hurt you.” He warned her, setting a knife on the trunk of her car-the glint of light off the blade served as a warning that she should obey. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpered and trembled. “I won’t scream,” she craned to the side, wanting to get a glimpse of him.

Catching her before she did, he grabbed her chin, nipped her neck, and shoved her forward again. “Now sweet thing, that’s a mistake, you really don’t want to see,” he whispered, trying to seduce her as his other hand slipped under her blouse and caught the top button. He ripped open her top and mashed her breasts together, and pinched both nipples at the same time. “Faceless is safer for the both of us.”

“Ohh-ow,” she gave weak protest. “You are hurting me.”

Ignoring her plea, he pushed her down onto the car, and jerked up her skirt, exposing her ass to the air. God! Why did she wear thong panties? He picked up the knife and she felt the cold metal blade where the thin strip of material of her panties joined the waist band. Fear slammed into her brain as he slit her thong, but he did not cut anything else because he set the knife aside again. He slapped her ass as he unzipped and kicked her legs apart.

“Wait!”

The rapist slammed her against the trunk of the car with one hand on the back of her head. “Is this what you want?” He asked hard and cold. “My cock is going to turn you inside out, bitch, and you’ll love it.”

“Please,” she shook her head side-to-side, “Uhhh.” Moaning, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do.

Adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream and she shivered, anticipating his next moves. He slid the head of his cock along her vulnerable slit, spat and lubed himself up with his spittle. Forgetting his instruction, she jerked her hips away, but he pulled her back into position. Breathing hard, she waited. Waiting, waiting, and then he did. He thrust in and filled her as he looped an arm around her midriff to get a good hold.

“My god!” She cried in surprise as he drew out enough that tip of his penis rested at her entrance and slammed in, lifting her off her feet. She grunted, felt dirty, and defenseless. He stroked hard, fast, and brutal. “Oh! That hurts,” she moaned because of Alanya Fetiş Escort how big he was-too big. My god, he’ll split me in two.

# # # #

“Two drinks… buzz,” Jaina licked the sweet anise flavored liqueur off her bottom lip and half-grinned. “I’m buzzing hard.”

Three shots of Sambuca in a short amount of time had her drunk and mellow. She swept the room with slow-eyed regard, feeling more at ease then when she first entered the swinger’s club, but not intoxicated enough to fuck a stranger on a stage in front of an audience full of strangers. Her friends, Elise and Shelly might have given bad advice, telling her that getting back into the dating game was what she needed. They had said that nasty and nameless sex was the best for her to get over her cheating, low life, waste of sperm, ex-husband.

Oh, she agreed that she needed to do it too, but an upscale, secret hardcore sex club for the rich and connected wasn’t where she should begin because in reality, a wallflower best described her, always hiding in the background. The truth hurt, although she knew she needed. The introverts tended to get their heads stepped on by the extroverts who got on top and waved their arms for attention.

Leaving the main room, she wandered about and grabbed a glass of chardonnay off a silver tray a waitress offered to her. Her friends had already found partners for the night and engaging in a hundred and one hedonistic acts elsewhere. They were comfortable doing that because they had come to the club several times before without her.

“Be fearless,” Shelly had given words of encouragement, but naughty Elise with her slick city attitude had said, “get fucked like you never have and forget the bum already!” Both were right, she knew that, so perhaps if she loosened up a bit maybe the swinger’s club wasn’t such a wrong place to liberate.

With her little inner pep talk, and the liquid courage from both the Sambuca and the wine, she took note of the club for the first time. The club itself wasn’t really a club, but an impressive Italian mansion named Villa A Pacifico.

The outside grounds of the villa had strategic floodlights to show it off at night, but the inside revealed a complete opposite, with unlit rooms to set the mood of the evening. The mansion had immense archways that led to tremendous rooms, with glowing candles on tall wrought iron stands for enough light to walk without stumbling. Jaina likened to see the place during the day because if the size of the mansion indicated of how grand it was then the decor would steal her breath away.

Regular patrons of the club stayed on the first floor, but the VIP’s could play on the upper levels of the mansion. As she passed the barricaded staircase, the guard, an imposing man dressed in black, nodded at her, though, she felt his eyes burn holes into her ass as she walked by to an archway made of marble. The room contained group sex for women only and the same for the room next to it, but for men. All of the rooms had some flavor of sex taking place; however, nothing that she delighted to engage in so she went back to the main area. It was gloomy here, except for a round stage in the center of the room, with a spotlight on a couple engaging in nasty exhibitionism.

Jaina leaned against the doorway, half in and out of the room, sipping the last of her drink and watched the show on stage. The room reeked of cigar smoke, liquor, and come. She couldn’t see them, but she knew the shadows held voyeurs either masturbating or having sex with other voyeurs because the seductive techno-style music didn’t disguise the moans and groans-it only enhanced it as they voiced their passion in beat with the music.

It all turned her on-the sight on the stage, the smell of spent erotica, and listening to others having sex made her clit throb and ache as she watched. Maybe voyeurism had its hold on her too because the two blondes who looked like twins made her horny. This was even more so with the mood and their exquisite shapes engaging in erotic poses on black satin sheets while under a black light. Their bodies glowed in all that darkness, putting them on display for the hungry-eyed patrons. One lay on her back with her long legs spread wide and draped over the other’s shoulders. The girl between her partner’s thighs had her face planted deep in the other’s center.

Jaina was straight, but turned on by the sapphic love. She didn’t hear anyone complaining about the two women ravishing each other. Not her either, the scene had her pussy throbbing for sex.

Now bothered, she squeezed her thighs together. She repeated this secret masturbatory technique while drinking the rest of her wine. With vivid detail, she imagined that she lapped at the blonde’s pussy as she licked the edge of her glass; she tasted Chablis, but fancied a musky flavor instead.

“Come on over to my table, and I can take care of that for you,” croaked a hideous Neanderthal who breathed whiskey vapors into her face. “I have a couple of fat fingers that’ll frig your cunt until its spitting cream.”

In the lighter Alanya Gecelik Escort side of the archway, he wagged the fingers he suggested using on her. They were knobby, hairy and sported two chunky diamond rings. “Eh, baby, I’ll take you for a ride of your life.”

Repulsed and shocked, she stuttered, “Uh-huh, I don-“

To the left of her, a strong, nice looking, masculine hand shot out from the shadows, took her hand, and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “She’s with me,” said a smooth timbered voice, much to her relief. “So move along and harass someone else with your cretin-like pick up lines.”

“Huh?” Neanderthal stupidly asked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

At last, she regained composure, “It means to piss off, dumb ass.” She gave a wry smile as she slid into the booth with her rescuer. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he said, striking a match, which illuminated his face for a moment before he lit what he was smoking. Clove and vanilla sweetened the fetid air of the club. “Some try too hard. They act aggressive like he did,” he explained, with the cherry ember growing bright with a draw on his exotic cigarette, “while others, such as you, are timid.”

“Timid? I’m far from that,” she scoffed, feigning bravado. “I’m here aren’t I?”

“Oh, by your own choosing, eh?” He chuckled. “I rather doubt it.”

Who is he to question my self-confidence? She thought in annoyance, wishing she had gotten a clearer view of him instead of the quick look in low light when he lit a match. Although what she had appeared attractive-his firm jaw line, and ample lips that teased with a certain rakishness.

“No, it wasn’t my idea to come here, but I can ‘own it’ if I so choose.”

The stranger took her hand again. “Are you choosing?”

With her heart flitting around inside her chest like a caged bird, she slid closer to him. “I am,” she said, wanting his seduction, as he appealed more to her then any other and she wasn’t leaving Villa A Pacifico without getting fucked, as she’d never had before.

Already knowing she had chosen to have sex with him, she asked, “What have I chosen?” The question still titillated her upon asking.

“To be free,” he replied.

“Confident words from a stranger to a stranger.”

“Colin.” He pulled her to him so that they both sat in the middle of the overstuffed U-shaped bench with her back to him and between his thighs. “Now, I’m not a stranger.”

“Jaina,” she relaxed and leaned back. “Now I’m not a stranger either,” she said, knowing that they really were, but not caring.

It seemed as if his hands were everywhere, though they weren’t, he stroked her cheek with such a slow sensuousness that it made her nerve endings flood her body with a swell of feel-good dopamine. It was the same with his caress over her breasts, belly and finally, at her mound. He pressed a hand there on the silky, knit-covered pubic bone, she pushed up, wanting him to touch her deeper, but he did not. His other hand squeezed a breast and flicked a nipple to a point.

“Tell me your fantasies. The one scene you play over and over in your head when you masturbate or are with a lover,” Colin asked, slipping the hand at her breast under her clingy midi-top. “The one that gets you off faster with then without.”

Share her fantasies with him? Could she? Jaina wondered.

With a little luck, he unfastened the front closure of her bra and resumed his petting on her bare skin. His hand felt worn, as if he worked outdoors with them or washed them often throughout the day. She liked the feel of them on her sensitive flesh.

Kissing her neck, he breathed a hot wave as he whispered, “Tell me.”

Jaina moaned; the pressure at her clit was unbearable. “I imagine that I’m alone at night… sleeping and I’m wakened by the sound of a broken window. I don’t investigate because I’m afraid.” She felt him grow hard against her back and knew her fantasy turned him on. “A man climbs through the window into my bedroom.” Her talk caused his nipple flicking to become rough and she wondered if revealing more would send his other hand beneath her skirt. She was ready for him, wearing a skinny g-string bikini-easy access for whatever he had in mind. “The man isn’t there to rob, but there to rape me, he’d been watching me for months and he is lust crazy.”

“I can see why.” He groaned as he wedged his erection against her while his other hand slipped up her mini-skirt. “You’re making me insane.” He stroked her freshly waxed pussy lips. “So he’s in your bedroom,” he prompted her to go on.

“He jumps on me and puts his hand over my mouth tells me not to scream.”

“Don’t scream, bitch.” His fingers found her wet clit where he strummed it as he did her nipple at the same time. “You’re going to like this.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Exactly.” The slow throbbing between her legs turned hot and spread to the pit of her stomach. “I sleep in the buff so he jerks my legs apart, unzips, rubs his erect penis until he’s slick and pushes into me.” As she said the last part, Colin’s fingers entered her then slipped Alanya Genç Escort out and back. He fingered her slow and deliberate while he twisted her aching nipple. Orgasm was close to ‘no return’ and she moved with him to get to the edge. “Oh, that feels good.”

Sensing she was close, he backed off. “Continue.”

“He-he finds out I-I’m already wet.”

“You want it?” Colin asked, continuing his tease. “Don’t come. If you do I’ll quit.” He stroked harder. “So he rapes you, but you like it?”

“G-god yes!” She hissed through clenched teeth, putting the breaks on her climax. “No, I love it.”

Flexing against her, he asked, “do you come with him?”

“Yesss…like I want to now.” My, oh my, she thought, feeling his hard-on press into her back again, he’s really big. “Let’s forget my fantasy, I want you instead.”

Jaina turned to face him and they kissed with fervor, tongues moving in sync. As turned on and mindless as she was, she still took note that he kissed well, which indicated that he he’d give good head. Her ex-husband was a lousy kisser.

“I want to see your face.” She unbuckled and unzipped him.

“No,” Colin said. “You have your fantasy and I have mine.”

“Which is?”

“I like to fuck strangers.”

“We’ve already established we weren’t strangers,” she teased, stroking his long cock. He was what she thought-big and hard. “Real nice.”

“Thank you.” He laughed. “Now why don’t you slide on an-“

Interrupting his chatter with a kiss, she did what he suggested and drew him into her sopping sex. “Ah.” They groaned in unison.

Jaina felt Colin wiggle to force her to move down faster, but she backed off because she wanted to savor the slow erotic feel of him filling her up inch by inch. He was a tight squeeze once she had him to the hilt then she rose up suddenly and right back down, slamming her cheeks onto his thighs.

Damn, doesn’t he feel good? Elise was right; this was what she needed. She rode him with pleasure, bending back to sink his cock deeper, he supported her waist and he groaned as she bowed him. Very close to orgasm now; she ground her hips side to side. He joined in with movements that started slow with her grind.

Enjoying the result of their combined effort, she let him take the lead. He teased her by bucking with deliberate, shallow strokes that penetrated two inches inside, but with her on top and leaning as she was, meant that the head of his cock rubbed sensual bliss right on her G-spot.

The orgasm put off, rolled upon her.

“Oh-mi-god!” She called, surprised and shuddering as she came. “Mmm, yes.”

Pushing up her skirt higher, he leaned her all the way back, and laid between her thighs so he could thrust hard and fast. “We’re going to get together again.” He slammed his demand through ragged breaths.

“Yes!” Another orgasm or the same one, she wasn’t so sure, erupted as he continued to ravage her pussy with his thick cock. ” Ooh, yes, yes, yes.” She chanted.

Faster, his slim hips pumped then he stopped, went rigid, and grunted, “I’m going to come.”

# # # #

Come splattered on the curve of her pretty lily white ass. He grinned, and watched his load slip and drip in long strings onto the ground. His call of passion still echoed throughout the empty garage when he climaxed. Colin pulled up his trousers and swiped the remaining spunk off and stepped forward, reached around, and offered it to her. Not hesitating for even a second, she licked his finger clean.

“Mmm,” She laughed, low and sexy as she tried to look at him again. “Just what the doctor ordered.”

“Jaina.” He chuckled, biting the back of her neck. “Stop.” He leaned over to pick up her oil stained jacket and tossed it on the trunk of the car. Caressing her luscious ass one last time, he straightened her skirt and pulled her ripped blouse together. “Sorry about that, I’ll buy you a new suit.”

“If you do, make it black instead.” She poked her round backside into his groin, trying to tease him awake again.

Colin glanced at his watch and saw that he was very late for his shift. “I’ve got to go, and so do you. You’ll need your sleep,” he swiped the nape of her neck with long lick and blew, making her shiver. “Leave your bedroom window open before you go to bed.” He walked away, left her at her car, and stepped into the shadows.

For a moment, he watched her looking for him, but he knew she wouldn’t find him. She gave up, jumped into her car, and sped off. Once her car disappeared, he headed to the elevator she had left earlier for their tryst. The elevator door slid open and closed after he stepped in. He pushed the button for his floor where his medical lab was, which was on the same floor as the emergency room. Colin knew Jaina, but she didn’t know him.

TONIGHT

[Thursday, 11:48pm]

The hospital elevator came to a stop on the first floor and opened up in the foyer across from the emergency room where all the patients sat, expecting to see a physician. It was a typical night when the moon was full because the waiting area was still a madhouse from last evening. Some were pacing the floor while others groaned in pain as they sat on the hard plastic seats. Health Valley was too cheap to spring for comfortable seats for their patients. They seemed to prefer money spent on the never-ending construction with yet another corridor, room, or office to build.

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