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Semen Placement Therapy

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I couldn’t believe the size of Randall’s cock. Laying on my back in the exam chair of my doctor’s office, I looked at him wearing only a white lab coat, open in front, and displaying a magnificent long thick dick. My husband sat in a chair off to the side while my doctor prepared me for Semen Placement Therapy (SPT).

Randall’s cock was at least twice the length of my husband’s dick, and much thicker. The volume of his penis must have been many times more than my husband’s. Randall’s cock was fully erect, and as I stared at it I thought about how my husband struggles to get an erection.

Let me tell you how this all began.

Last year, my husband retired, and we relocated to an area of the country with many other retirees. In the process, we had to find new doctors. I had just passed through menopause and was enjoying the freedom of less maintenance “down there.” During my first visit to my new gynecologist, he asked me to consider a new procedure for post-menopausal women.

As Dr. Gooding explained, studies suggested that there was a way to avoid future female health problems using specially prepared live semen. There were two conditions for effective treatment. One was that the semen donor had to agree to a regimen of diet and drugs that would produce the remedial semen. The other condition was that the semen should be fresh, not collected earlier and stored, and that it needs to be deposited by direct contact with the cervix.

This meant that only males who agreed to the required necessary preparation could produce the semen, and it meant that the male making the deposit must have a penis that could reach the cervix.

With only the doctor’s nurse, Glory, in the room, I began to undress for my first exam by Dr. Gooding. Soon, I was naked from the waist down and in the stirrups. The doctor came in and began a routine businesslike exam. His gloved fingers touched my pussy, then I felt his speculum glide into me.

I heard him say, “Humm, twenty centimeters.” And his Glory made a note of that.

I asked what he meant, and the doctor said that if I chose the SPT, I would require a donor with a twenty centimeter penis to reach my cervix, and twenty centimeters was about eight inches. “Could your husband do it?” he asked.

I had to smile, and thought to myself, “Rex? Ha!” I answered the doctor, “Only in his dreams. No sir, he could not.”

“Well,” said Dr. Gooding, “Everything looks healthy and quite good for your age, if you don’t mind my saying.”

I blushed, “Well, no, that’s okay,” I said as the doctor sat between my spread legs, looking at my pussy and complimenting it. His nurse looked on as he gave my pussy a little pat.

He pulled off his gloves and stood, “You can get dressed now. I’ll review your history from your prior doctor and send you my exam report and recommendations. I would definitely recommend SPT because you are at the perfect age for it. If you wait much longer, it won’t have the desired results.”

I was confused, and said, “But doctor, if it requires long term preparation and a donor with the length it takes for proper placement, then my husband can’t do it.”

“Yes,” he said, “We can talk more about that. It must be an eligible donor who has been preparing for this service for at least six months of diet and meds and who, of course, has an adequate penis to deliver the smear. Truthfully, few of my patients’ husbands can do it. We can provide a surrogate.”

I was dumbfounded at the thought of letting a man with such a large penis do this to me, but also I was a bit aroused at the thought.

The doctor said, “Perhaps you met Randall as you came in this afternoon. He’s our front desk scheduler and greeter.”

“I did met a young man in waiting room,” I said, remembering the good looking smiling young man at the front desk.

Dr. Gooding said, “Randall can do this. He is prepared, and I know he would be more than suitable. He’s helped others, and so far we’ve had only positive responses and no complications.”

The doctor and nurse Glory watched me as I dressed. He watched me pull up my panties, knowing that I was probably thinking about Randall giving me this treatment.

Before leaving, Dr. Gooding gave me a brochure with Sahabet more information about SPT and a consent form to be signed by me and my husband. As I left, Randall opened the door for me and said, “We’re grateful you chose us for your care,” he said politely. I smiled, I think, but all I could think about was his cock giving me the treatment.

At home, I wondered whether or not to mention this to Rex. But fate took a hand. He found the brochure on the table and read it and the consent form. Without comprehending what would be involved, my husband said, “If your doctor thinks the treatment will improve your health prospects, you should probably have it done.”

“But Rex,” I said, “There’s more to it. It’s not a simple process.”

“Oh,” he asked? “How so?”

Then I told him, cautiously, about requirements one and two. His jaw dropped open, “Oh my,” was all he could say.

Just then our phone rang, and it was Dr. Gooding asking if I was considering SPT. He was scheduling other patients and wanted to know if he should reserve a day for my treatment. I told him that my husband and I were thinking it over.

“Well, in that case,” he said, “Why not come to my office and let me explain it to him and you again? How’s tomorrow afternoon?”

Before I could think, I said, “Okay.”

The next day, Rex and I sat in Dr. Gooding’s office. As we passed Randall in the reception area, I nodded and he smiled. He held my arm as we walked down the hall to the doctor’s office. My husband didn’t know at that time that Randall would be apply his semen by squirting it into my pussy.

The doctor opened a flip chart with bullet points about the advantages of the treatment. Then he explained, “Live warm semen, properly prepared with diet and drugs, is applied directly to the patient’s cervix. This provides protection for up to a year, but reapplications every three months are recommended.”

Then he reviewed my vaginal information and mentioned the twenty centimeters, or eight inches, and said, “Your wife tells me that you can’t provide that length to reach her cervix.”

My husband looked sheepish. With the doctor’s nurse watching, he said, “No sir.”

Glory spoke, “How many centimeters can you provide? For our records about your wife, we would like this information.”

Rex said, “Centimeters?”

She replied, “Or inches?”

My husband lied, “Oh, probably six, but I never measured.”

I rolled my eyes and looked at Rex, “Oh dear, I think you exaggerated.” Then I looked at the nurse and said, “Put down four.”

Dr. Gooding spoke, “Well, your wife requires eight inches, and we recommend a surrogate. He pressed a call button. “Yes?” Randall answered from the lobby.

“Please come to my office, will you?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, sir.”

Randall entered and took a seat next to my uncomfortable husband. The doctor said, “This is Randall,” and Randall shook Rex’s hand. “He is one of our surrogates we use if the husband cannot deliver or reach the necessary area.”

I was too embarrassed to speak, and my husband was still surprised by the idea of Randall delivering a load of semen into his wife. The doctor said, “Why don’t you two discuss this further and let me know. Meanwhile, I’ll schedule you for next Tuesday afternoon for the procedure. We can always cancel. You’ll need to plan on an hour at least for the process.”

An hour? I wondered. An hour with Randall to make his deposit? This would be more than the usual five minutes with Rex.

“Of course,” the doctor added, “We’ll need you both to sign the agreement, and we prefer for the husband to observe the treatment.”

I could tell that Rex was anguished, but he agreed to let me decide what was in my best interest. For Rex’s sake, I pretended to be reluctant so as not to hurt my small dicked husband’s feelings.

The next Tuesday, Rex and I arrived at Dr. Gooding’s, and Rex signed the treatment form given to him by Randall, my semen supplier.

The treatment room was less clinical than the exam room. There was a comfortable little sofa and upholstered side chairs, indirect lighting, but the exam table seemed standard.

My husband took a chair off to the side and Dr. Gooding told Sahabet Giriş me to undress when I felt comfortable. He and his nurse and Rex watched as I took off my skirt. The doctor added, “Remove your top as well because we use censors that are applied on your upper body.” Just then, Randall entered, clad only in a white lab coat with his name “Randall” embroidered in script over the pocket.

Standing there in just my panties and bra, I was aware of being watched by this little audience waiting to see my breasts and my pussy, and the thought came to me, “The show must go on.” I knew that I wasn’t there to entertain these people, but for the first time in my life my husband and three strangers were waiting to see me naked.

As I took off my bra, I saw Randall unbutton his lab coat. That’s when we all saw it. My god, his cock was so big and thick. It was half erect already, puffy and arching outward before curving downward a little.

I looked at it as I lowered my panties. As soon as Randall saw my pussy, his dick rose to its upright and full position, level and hard and every bit of the inches required, if not more.

Dr. Gooding took my hand and guided me to the exam table. I stepped up and sat and looked over to see Randall walk over to Rex and shake his hand, giving poor Rex a close up view of the dick that would soon be used in the treatment of his wife.

Nurse Glory saw to my comfort, adjusting the back and head rests before attending to my legs. She secured each leg into stirrups then pressed a button to spread my legs apart. Randall stepped between my legs and adjusted the height of the table for his cock. I was nervous and excited as I glanced at Rex who was about to see his wife penetrated by a young man with an incredible dick.

Dr. Gooding asked Randall if all the preparations were in order. He said yes, and then the doctor lifted each of my breasts and attached sensors underneath. He attached another on my abdomen at about the depth that Randall would reach.

Glory then filled a medicine dropper with something, and Randall walked over to her. She sat on a stool and wrapped her hand around Randall’s dick, raised it upward and gently opened urethral opening, then careful dripped a few drops of fluid.

“This is the last preparation for the treatment,” Dr. Gooding said, “This adds a component to invigorate the prepared semen.”

The nurse released Randall’s cock, and it resumed it’s level steadiness. She ran a bead of lubricant along the top of his dick, and caught the drips with her other hand, then smoothed the slippery ointment up and down the length and breadth of his cock. When he was prepared, Randall turned and pointed his dick at Rex briefly, then he walked toward me.

With my legs raised and spread wide and affixed so they couldn’t move, Randall stepped close and I felt the tip of his cock touch my vagina. Automatically, I flinched.

Dr. Gooding said, “If everything is okay, let’s begin the treatment.”

Randall shifted his weight from side to side, causing his cock to glide left and right and locate my entry. Randall said, “Ready.”

The doctor aske me, “Are you ready?”

I was already breathing deeply when I replied, “Yes sir.”

Then, the doctor asked Rex, “Are you ready?”

Rex told me later that he was becoming excited both with panic and with anticipation of watching this huge cock fuck me. He swallowed and replied, “Please go ahead.”

Randall now was totally in charge. He looked down at his dick, politely not staring at my eyes as he used just enough force to open me and start gliding his oiled cock into me. I was surprised how easily he entered. His size had worried me, but I soon found that I could accommodate all of him. He took his time entering, stopping every inch or so and withdrawing, then reentering, carefully probing to be sure I was adjusting to his cock.

The nurse stood next to Randall and appeared marked her clipboard chart every time Randall moved another inch into my pussy. I think she also kept track of the rhythm Randall used to enter me. Two or three strokes, then withdraw, then two or three more, gradually plunging deeper.

I looked at the clock. We had been together for fifteen Sahabet Yeni Giriş minutes, and Randall was nearing my cervix. On his next thrust, I felt his dick touch it. Glory asked me if I felt his penis reach its maximum depth. “Oh yes,” I said.

She marked her chart, then nodded to Randall.

On then did he begin to fuck me. Up until this moment, he had just been inserting and widening me, pushing in and out but only to expand my pussy for his cock and replacing my husband’s customary dimensions with his own massive dick. This was not just semen placement. It was also cock replacement treatment.

The nurse watched the clock and counted as Randall repeatedly fucked me with long slow glides and faster thrusts, each time stopping expertly at my maximum depth. I saw the Glory marking each stroke with a line, then crossing each bundle of five with her pencil. I guessed that it was just a matter of time for us to wait for Randall to emit his semen. I was to learn that a man with a dick like his could take as much time as he wanted. This was no slam-bam thank you mam fucking. Randall was an expert and knew how to pace himself.

I had not expected to get aroused myself, not with Rex watching us. The last thing I wanted was for my poor husband to see me fucked and pleasured. But Randall used his cock in ways I’d never felt before. My arousal began as his dick dragged across my clit, pushing it in as his long dick entered me, then dragging against it as he withdrew, his girth rubbing my pleasure spot as good as any vibrator could.

When he felt me react, Randall changed his pace, fucking me in bursts of two, then three, then four, then five quick strokes, then slowing down, withdrawing completely at times and letting his cock dangle in the air a few moments before everyone saw it disappear again into my pussy. Damnit, he was good.

I couldn’t resist for long, and Randall’s cock danced in my pussy like a bossa nova then a tango then a gentle waltz until I begin to cum and cum and cum. All the while, the nurse watched and marked her chart while Dr. Gooding observed, occasionally leaving the room and returning. I darned not look at my husband. I didn’t want him to see my face having orgasm after orgasm. He’d never seen my like this, not while he and I fucked. For the first time, he saw his wife fucked to satisfaction.

Glory looked at the clock and reminded Randall that the hour was almost up. She gave him a five-minute warning. At that point, he concentrated on his own ejaculation. He paced our fucking to produce his own orgasm.

The nurse spoke to me, “When he cums, he will hold his penis to your cervix while his semen treats you. You’ll feel warm fluid, and don’t worry if it seems like a lot.”

Randall put his hands on my knees as he prepared to cum. After fast moving strokes, he slowed down and made long elegant dips into me and out, slowly teasing his cum out. And then it happened, I felt his first contraction. He positioned the head of his dick up touching the deepest part of my pussy. His fluid pulsed. His cock filled me completely, but now his large volume of hot semen entered me. He let it enter me until his spasms ceased, then he gently massaged his cum into my cervical area.

He looked at the Glory and asked, “How long?”

She said, “Keep massaging it in for a minute.”

Randall stood tall, his cum emptied into me, and kept his cock in me, gently massaging his dick on the uppermost part of my pussy.

Amazingly, when he withdrew, his cock was still hard. I learned later, after several more treatments from Randall, and from another surrogate named Mac, that when men with cocks this large sustain their erection for a long time, it is not easy for them to deflate, as it were.

In fact, I learned that Randall was capable of more than one ejaculation and could satisfy more than one partner before his cock could rest properly. I know this because after one of my treatments, while I was resting and recovering on the office sofa, nurse Glory got onto the exam table, and Randall pulled down her panties. He fucked her until he spent himself again, then he joined me on the sofa to recover.

We were both still nude from the waist down, me staring at his large plump trophy of a cock that was deflated but still a sight to behold, and he looking unashamedly at my pussy. We were all laughing, me, Randall, and the nurse, when Dr. Gooding entered and unzipped his trousers. He was still fucking his nurse when I had to leave.

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Missing Pieces Pt. 03

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All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older. The dog DOESN’T DIE.

“Mom says McDonald’s is junk food,” Beth took a bite of her burger. “Good thing I’m with my cool Daddy.”

“It’s not good food, Sweetpea,” I said. “We’re just eating here because it’s convenient. You’re lucky your mom cooks such good food for you. I wish someone would cook me real food every night.” Her hazel eyes flashed up at me. I didn’t want her in a grumpy mood, but I still was working on convincing her to talk to her mom about us. With the guys on the rig it was always so easy to just come out and say what you wanted. Fuck, why was it so complicated with this girl?

I took her hand in mine and she grinned at me. “Thanks for taking me out to lunch, Daddy.” She gave me her sweetest grin.

“I’m the lucky one, I get to look at my Baby Girl. And imagine what I want to do to her later tonight.”

“Daddy!” She cried. People had been watching us since we had got into the mall, walking hand in hand. I was still getting used to being a spectacle when we went out. A few heads swiveled our way, wondering what inappropriate thing this “daddy” would do next. The attention could be a little nice sometimes. I got to show off this hot as hell girl.

She had put on the dress that I kept at my house for her. It was the blue one, that showed her freckled shoulders and showed more of her than anything else she wore. Her little nymph-like body wasn’t quite exposed, but I could see by the way so many guys looked at her that they were imagining it. I watched her get dressed and, to my delight, she didn’t put any panties on. The little outlines of her braless nipples were barely visible. Like usual, she kept me hard damn near the whole time we were out. Looking at her was enough to get me excited but then she would say something to me in that innocent but dirty way she did.

“These people are wondering what my Daddy does to me. None of the Daddies here do the things to their girls like you do to me, Daddy. I feel bad for their girls.” Her foot stroked my leg, moving up to my crotch. “It’s making me feel tingly thinking about it.”

My ears burned. “They don’t have a sexy little girl like I do though. Every daddy here wants to do things to you.”

Her foot reached all the way up and she pressed into my hardon. “Dirty Daddy,” she teased. Nothing would make her happier than to make her daddy cum in McDonald’s, but I inched back in my chair.

When we were done, we headed to the theater. She talked to me the whole time, but I was having trouble focusing on her words. Our relationship was a time bomb. She knew it as well as I did, but could push it out of her mind because of the naivety of youth. At least that’s what I thought. I knew how she felt about me, and witnessing her fervor and passion, I finally decided that I believed her when she said she loved me. But when her mom found out and blew up, when she told her that she had her whole life ahead of her, when she told her that she could get boys her age, well I didn’t know what she would do. The hardest part is that I didn’t know how to say this to her. She’d see it as a betrayal of trust, of my disappointment in her. It was just that I remembered what it was like to be young. There was no way to tell her in a way that wouldn’t sound patronizing or callous. She wasn’t stupid.

And in a way, I loved her too. I found myself finally admitting it as we walked through the mall. She was a precious girl, full of passion and care and joy, things I had missed in my life for so long. But I loved her in another way too, the way a parent loves a child, or at least how I imagined it to be. As fucked up as it sounded, it was the truth. Those two loves were at odds. While I longed to feel close to her, for her to stay with me forever and bring the things I had missed, I also wanted her to experience life to its fullest. A twenty year old girl being with the thirty-nine year old guy who was her first was limiting. Ironically, being in a relationship like this made me understand more why people were against them. I was a selfish old man taking advantage of a girl with her whole life ahead of her.

“Daddy? Are you ok?” I was snapped back to reality.

“Yeah, just got some things on my mind.”

There was a pause. She didn’t have to ask what and she didn’t want to discuss it again. “Well did you hear what I asked?”

“Sorry, Baby Girl, what was it?”

“Do you think there’s gonna be any sex in this movie?”

“It’s PG-13, I doubt it. The guy dies and comes back as a ghost to warn his girlfriend she’s in danger. I don’t know, Sweetpea, I don’t like spoiling movies before I see them. There’s probably kissing,” I grinned at her.

She rolled her eyes, “I’ve seen kissing.”

“You know, you said you didn’t like it when I looked at naked girls in magazines and now you’re chomping at the bit to see fucking.”

“Not the same,” she scowled.

“How’s it not the same? I get horny and look at naked girls, you get horny and want to Sahabet see sex.”

“It’s not because I’m horny, I’m just curious,” she said.

“You should know by now you can’t fool me. I know what a dirty girl you can be.”

“Stop teasing me, Daddy. You’re mean,” she couldn’t hide her smile.

I laughed and turned her to face me. “I’m lucky that you’re as horny as you are. Sometimes you have to be a little naughty to be good. Special girl.”

“Shut up,” she was blushing and squirmed, but her face was beaming. I leaned forward and kissed her, wanting to just give her a little peck, but she had other plans. She pulled my arms and opened her mouth. My whole body throbbed. God what this girl did to me! I reciprocated and my mouth was flooded with her taste. I wanted people to look, but this was almost too much for me. If it was anyone else I would have pulled away, but I was ready to do anything for her.

Her eyes were star struck and locked on me. “I love you, Daddy.” It was barely above a whisper.

I opened my mouth, trying to think of anything to dodge her unspoken question. She had said it to me so many times now, and I could never bring myself to do it. It was too intimate, too much to put on her, and dishonest on top of it. But now, in this crowded, mundane place, it was different. I knew she needed to hear it, and finally, finally I could say it honestly. Just for a moment I could let my guard down. “I love you too, Baby Girl.”

Her lips trembled and her eyes watered. “Daddy…” she whispered. She flung herself into me wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me harder than she ever had. With my hands on her back and head, I pressed her into me, her body trembling and tender. When she looked up at me her cheeks were wet and her whole face was red. “Happy tears, Daddy,” she said.

I was glad to see the theater wasn’t too crowded. It was midday on a Tuesday, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. And I remembered going to the movies with my girl, with Marge. All the juvenile boy tricks popped into my mind, whatever it took to touch a girl, the more sly the better. We sat in the back, away from everyone.

It wasn’t too bad a movie, and it held my attention. Demi Moore looked hot in it, and Patrick Swayze was good in anything. I could tell Beth was having trouble paying attention, and she yawned in the seat next to me. She was leaning on me the whole time, our hands intertwined. I took my hand out of hers and touched her knee. She rubbed her hand up and down my arm, an eager smile on her face.

I rubbed her knee, getting just barely higher up her leg with each rub. Her skinny leg was soft as silk under my hand, and my cock thumped and started to get hard once again. Being at the movies for a date wasn’t the only thing making me feel like a teenager. I pushed my hand further up her leg, high enough that it was higher than where she shaved, and I felt soft hairs under my hand. Up here her thigh thickened.

While I was rubbing, my arm pressed against her breasts, and then her chest between them and for a second or two, I felt her hammering, hot heart. Her breath was heavier now. Little by little I moved up her thigh, and I felt her shift downward in her seat and spread her legs. “Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.

It seemed forever before I felt the tickles of her bush and the heat of her engorged pussy on the back of my hand. I moved to the side, and touched her slim belly above her wetness. She squirmed and applied the lightest of pressure to my arm, pushing it down. “Baby Girl,” I whispered, “you don’t push a man’s hand. You’re bored and I want to spice things up for you. Trust Daddy.”

She bit her lip and nodded her head slowly at me. Her body was so soft and delicate, every curve a touch of heaven. I touched her sides, her belly, her thighs. I squeezed and rubbed and teased. She squirmed again, her body like an ocean wave, wet and rolling. “Daddy, you’re making me crazy,” she whined.

My hand moved down on her body, just barely touching the top of her exquisite hair. I ran my fingers through it and pinched a tuft in my fingers. “God, Sweetpea, you’re so wet.” So much so that her hair was already dewey with her desire. I rubbed with a single finger, between her moist little slit and her leg, never quite touching her lips. She moaned, her breath deep and quivering.

I leaned over and kissed her, and our lips locked just as they had outside. But this time our kiss was not just passionate, it was hungry. Both of us moaned as our tongues touched, the wetness and warmth and flavor of her flooding my body. I could smell her breath and her mouth, and this close the natural aroma of her sweating body reached my nose.

Then, just as our eyes opened and met, I moved in. I stroked the petals of her rose, wet and soft and slick. “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned. I rubbed up and down her slit, coating my finger with her special brew that she had made just for me. She pushed forward even more, her dress hiking up to her waist and exposing her Sahabet Giriş pussy.

I raised my finger, ripe and shining with her dew. Her face was slack jawed now, and I could tell she wanted to protest me stopping, but was so completely under my spell that all she could do was stare. Bringing my finger up to my nose, her carnal aroma filled my head, sweet and intimate. “Dirty Daddy,” she whimpered.

Her face was shocked as I licked my finger clean, but I didn’t give her time to mull it over. My finger moved straight back to her opening, and I wetted it again with her juice. I pressed, just softly enough not to penetrate her and I felt the shiver of anticipation pass through her body. Her surprise made her voice catch in her throat, and she released the breath she had been holding.

I pressed again, and this time she pushed her hips against me, but I jerked back. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at me. In a flash my finger was back on her, and this time I did put it inside her. She gasped and a tiny, desperate moan escaped her mouth. Her heat engulfed my probing finger, and I felt her wet dress with the back of my hand. I tried not to think of all the other things that had soaked into the seat. My finger moved up and down her inside, and she whimpered and squirmed with the sensation.

When I reached it, her clit was stiff and vibrant, and she sucked in a breath as I rubbed the sensitive tip of it. Nothing felt better than giving her this pleasure, bringing her into this new world of sex. I thought about when I tried to fit my cock into her, and wondered when she would be ready to take the whole thing. Poor girl. Her breath was trembling in my ear and I could hear the effort she was making not to cry out. I pressed down on her pearl, her whole body tense and jittery. I rubbed with the added pressure, and she pushed her head back and hips forward. It was time to stop holding back, and I quickened my rubbing. Beth held her jaw slack and her forehead wrinkled.

Adjusting my hand, I moved my thumb in and held her nub between it and my finger. I twisted it in my grip, sliding my thumb across its flooded surface. “Daddy, I’m so close. You’re going to make me organism again,” she squeaked. Precious girl. I kept it up, pinching and rubbing and twisting. It didn’t take her long. She thrusted her hips fully off the seat now and a single, trilling whimper came out of her mouth. She gushed, and her flood dripped down my hand to her dress below. She was using every ounce of her willpower to keep her mouth shut and not scream at the top of her lungs, and her breath hissed in and out of her nose.

But I didn’t let up, and soon Beth’s hand was down on mine. “Ugh, Daddy, it’s too much,” she said, just a little too loud. But her hand didn’t push mine away, she clutched it, as if she were trying to steady herself lest she float away. Her body trembled, still in the grips of her passion as I pushed her as far as I thought I could take her.

Finally, I let up, settling into gently stroking her soaked lips. “Daddy…” she moaned. “Thank you.” She leaned over, putting all her weight on me. When the movie was over, she had dozed off, and she got up blinking and smiling at me.

—

“This doesn’t cover anything, Daddy. You’ll be able to see all of me,” Beth said.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I said. She held up the yellow, black spotted bikini.

“Dirty Daddy. But how can I go out in this?” It’s too embarrassing.

“You can wear it around the house with me, work up the courage. Show off what you have.”

“Hmm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She wrinkled her nose.

“Just try it on. Let me see you in it.”

She huffed, but grabbed the bottom of her dress and threw it over her head. Naked as she had been when I chased her on top of the hill. I looked up and down her body, her small tits, her pink nipples, her slender waist and brown bush. I swear I had never seen anything like her, not when I was that young, not on TV, not even in my porno magazines. And she was here and real and warm and she wanted me, those alone would make her better. When she saw me looking, she grinned and turned to the side. “Having dirty thoughts, Daddy?”

I stood and approached her, placing my hand on the bare skin of her hip. Her hazel eyes locked with mine, and her lips trembled. I moved my hand up her side as she stood mesmerized with me. I cupped her breast, and the firmness and warmth of it exploded through my body. She sighed out her nose.

This time, she moved in, her incandescent lips seeking mine. When we kissed, I surged forward, pressing her against the dressing room wall. My hands roamed her body, seeking every warm, wet and soft spot. They came to her own hands, which I seized and pushed into the wall over her head. I could taste and smell her, not just her lips and the deodorant she wore, but the day’s sweat and even the trace of her flooding passion I had given her in the theater. I kissed down her neck, tasting the Sahabet Yeni Giriş salty smoothness of her skin.

My tongue and lips roamed her shoulders and chest, until I finally reached her nipple, erect with her electric desire. I licked around the rim, then I flattened my tongue against it. Beth’s breath came trembling. “Daddy,” she admonished, my hair bunching in her fists.

“I can’t help it,” I said between licks. “I just see them and I have to have them.”

“My boobies are nothing special, Daddy. I still don’t get why you like them so much.”

I stopped and brought my face level with hers. she looked down, unable to meet my gaze. “Baby Girl, they’re beautiful, perfect. And the most special thing is that they’re yours. I never thought I would find anyone like you, but you’re just what I need. I thought I would never love anyone again.”

She looked back up at me, beaming, but clearly uncomfortable. “Jeez, Daddy.” She gulped, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Sweetpea, all you need to do for me is just be you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, and not just because you’re beautiful. When you came through my door it was like the sunrise after a long night. I didn’t think even in my wildest fantasies that I could ever have you.” I cleared my throat, feeling more exposed than I had in years. “I don’t know if I’m making sense.”

“I don’t know what to say, Daddy,” she whispered. “Only that I love you and I don’t think you know what you do to me. I never had a dad and I had always wondered what it was like. I didn’t think I would ever have someone like you either. I know it’s weird because of… my age… but it just feels natural and right, Daddy.”

We kissed again, but it wasn’t a ravenous kiss of desire, it was a tender kiss between two lonely people who thought they would be lost and alone forever. She tried on the bikini, and I looked at her, lithe and precious, as she turned this way and that in the mirror.

She ended up buying the bikini, and we walked hand in hand toward the exit of the mall. “Daddy, look!” She jerked my hand. “A photobooth.”

“Baby Girl, we can just take pictures when we get home.”

“Daddy, you have to be kidding me. Haven’t you always wanted to do this? Take pictures like this with someone you love?”

“Beth, I’ve done it plenty of times. Sometimes I think you forget how old I am.”

“Well I haven’t,” she stamped her foot. “Come on, it’s only a dollar.”

It was one of those times where I couldn’t resist her. She had a point, after all. This was a memory, something we could look at when I was old and gray and she was… I guess middle aged. Jesus, what a thought. I was finally able to think of this as something that was going to last. I knew now that what we had could endure.

Beth fussed with her hair and clothes while we sat. “You look beautiful, you know. You don’t need to do anything.” She didn’t respond.

I reached for the button, but before I could press it Beth jumped in my lap. I grunted with the impact. “Come on, Daddy. This is the only way to do this.” I pressed the button. We kissed, we hugged, Beth laughed while I smiled. We came out and Beth squealed at the strip of pictures. I had to admit, they were perfect.

—

Beth changed into the dress she had worn, placing the “scandalous” dress in the dirty clothes hamper. Since we had got into the car, I had started to steel myself for the conversation I knew we had to have. It would be my second try, and I hoped I could get through to her this time.

She appeared in the living room in her modest overall dress, that same one she had worn the day she came into my life. When she saw me, her face changed. “Daddy, what?”

I brought her over to the couch and sat down next to her. The fear on her face was palpable. “We have some things to discuss, Baby Girl.” She was shocked into silence, afraid of what her words would bring. “This thing that we have together, our love. Like I told you today, I never knew I needed someone like you. These last few years of my life have been empty and cold, and the past few weeks have been like nothing I’ve ever experienced. That’s why I’m pushing this. We both know how right this is, and how much we need each other, but that doesn’t mean nothing can go wrong. I want what we have to last forever, I want you to be with me until you’re as old as I am now.” This drew a shy little smile from her. “But love always comes with a risk. And if this whole thing ends up going south, it’s going to be worse for you than me. You have a family and a whole life ahead of you, I don’t have either of those things. And because I love you so much, I have to tell you what’s on my mind. I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I didn’t look out for you.”

“I know, Daddy. You are a good Daddy. What’s wrong?”

“We have to decide how we’re going to move forward.” I took a deep sigh, “And so we have to talk about your mom.” Her face immediately darkened, and she opened her mouth to protest. “Baby Girl, please. Just hear me out. You’re going to have your mom forever, and even though you have your disagreements, I know you love her. That’s why we have to get ahead of this. Your mom is going to find out. Please at least tell me you understand that.”

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How Peter and I Got Acquainted

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My porcelain collection

A short introduction by Caroline

My collection was steadily growing, every trip to my moms country of origin I entered the antiquity and second hand shops to look for hidden treasures and missing pieces.

First pieces in my collection were a couple of stoneware bears in playful positions given to me as a child on Christmas Eve at grandpa´s and gradually I expanded my small collection.

Now figurines, vases, trays and occasionally some silver objects filled my cabinet.

It had started with a few gifts by morfar, mom and aunt during vacation trips on Fyn and I now that I earned a good income, I did my own collecting.

My new friend Peter had accompanied me on this trip to be introduced to aunt Inger and her husband Poul. Their two daughters M and B and son P lived nearby.

Peter was a colleague I met recently at an employee outing and seemed to be good company with an interest in Scandinavia we shared.

We had exchanged an occasional chaste kiss on the cheek when we parted and that was enough intimacy to both of us.

Peter had some trouble to pick up the language after we had arrived on Fyn but he tried hard. I could understand his ears and tongue had to adjust to the unfamiliar sounds around us.

I myself had been trained from an early age while staying with morfar during the Christmas holidays. Dancing hand in hand around the adorned tree I sang songs that after a few years were as familiar to me as our own Christmas melodies.

My porcelain collection still lacked some items and Peter knew what I was looking for. He visited the second hand shops while I browsed around in antiquity shops in the villages and towns we visited.

In just a week Peter had learned some of the basics of the language and he continued in English when the conversation did not Sahabet make sense anymore to him or the shop keepers.

He had found and bought a stoneware white bear, missing in my collection and had been invited to take me along to visit the private collection of the shop keeper.

She was of Greenlandic origin and had written her home address on the receipt.

Peter had presented her my wish list.

A crested tit was one of the smaller items missing in my small zoo of animals and she had smiled and said she had some of these items as well as some figurines displaying oriental temple dancers at her place, we would perhaps be able to afford as well as a collection that was called the ´Hemmelig line´, produced for customers who had ordered pieces based on ancient and vintage scenes.

They could also be affordable to us on certain conditions, the Greenlandic lady had promised Peter.

To cut a long story short, it turned out Peter and I were received at the ladies country house and taken directly to a barn full of objects that were exquisite.

We only stayed there for a short while, making it impossible to have a closer look at the Hemmelig collection and were urged to enter a door that gave way to an art studio.

We entered and two gentlemen and a lady greeted us, speaking English. ‘Meet my artists,’ the lady said and sat herself on a chaise longue on the side.

A man with clay on his hands greeted me. ‘Hi Peter, welcome to our studio. My name is Knud and these are Grethe and Kurt’

I noticed Knud, Grethe and Kurt were just dressed in a kind of hat or beret and a shawl around the neck.

Some candles were lit and we were invited on a platform in the middle. Knud said: ‘Thank you for coming, we look forward to be inspired by you.

I understand you can choose whatever you like Sahabet Giriş from the barn as a reward for your time with us.’

‘Make yourselves comfortable and lay your clothes on the table over there.’

I looked at Peter and whispered ‘Did you know about this?’

‘No of course not.. I only was told we could get some rare pieces at a bargain if we both came here’

I had met Peter while on an employee outing and we had not even started to consider if we wanted more than just an occasional friendship, exchanging just a few chaste kisses so far when we parted, but nothing more intimate.

The Greenland lady switched on an overhead projector and a scene on a Greek vase appeared on the wall.

‘Try that for a start,’ she said and sat down, curious of our reactions.

Peter had quickly undressed with his back turned towards me and now he turned around.

I started to take of my shirt but hesitated to go on further as Peter stepped towards me and undressed me saying ‘Did you see those rare pieces of porcelain in the barn, come on don´t be shy, a bit of posing for artists won´t hurt us’

As I stood next to Peter the Lady pointed at the scene projected on the wall,’ please inspire the artists and create your own pieces for the Hemmelig line…’

I let Peter take control and fixed my eyes on some distant point without looking at the scenes that were projected one after the other each for about 15 minutes.

Peter guided us through all of the scenes and Kurt and Grethe assistied in the group activities that were from depicted in vintage Bayros sketches and similar artist fantasies.

When we were invited to get dressed and lead into the barn, the lady told us she looked forward to the next visit if we agreed to return in future.

She presented two shopping bags to take with Sahabet Güncel Giriş us as we picked a few items, which she wrapped up carefully.

Later on we visited the shops website and we entered the secluded ‘Hemmelig line’ part of the site with the username and password we had been given on the way out.

Both in paint and in porcelain we could admire the artists impression of our performance in the studio. They were of a pretty explicit nature but in an elegant and even romantic style fitting in with the decorative styles in the more usual traditions.

One pretty raw depiction was inspired by a Greek decoration with two lecherous fauns with hooves and horns ravishing a nymph. The pastel colouring contrasted with the obscene details but it was recognisable as part of the porcelain fabrication tradition. I recognized Peter standing in front of me while I bowed down with Kurt behind me. It was simply titled “Nymph”, ignoring her companions.

I still treated this as a one off adventure that did not influence the nature of my relationship with Peter, that remained to be on a basis of polite friendship.

It had been a business deal involving a barter of services for rare pieces that now were placed in my cabinet I said to myself.

On Fyn in the meantime aunt Inger seemed to know about the antiquity shop and the barn, but had only looked at Peter with a smile from the side when we came back with our filled bags and told me she would keep an eye on the website.

I instantly suspected aunt Inger and uncle Poul were no strangers to the Greenlandic ladies Hemmelig activities and wondered whether my mom suspected anything.

After all my mom had her own porcelain cabinet that had a few locked drawers that had never been opened while I was around as a child.

‘That’s for later,’ mom had said, making me curious and hoping to get old enough soon.

Soon after we arrived back, I asked Peter if he fancied another visit to Fyn with me. He said as he smiled and winked “sure Caroline, are you planning another bargain hunt at the antique shop barn?”

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Best Friend’s Daughter

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I was pretty nervous when I checked in at the dormitory. Nobody else from my high school was going to UT Austin, so I was about to start a new chapter of my life truly on my own. Also, Texas was really different than suburban Chicago. But UT had a great engineering program, and I really liked everyone I spoke with – professors and students – whenever I visited campus. So I decided to go a little outside of my comfort zone – make that WAY outside of my comfort zone – as I started my college life.

The University of Illinois has a great engineering program, too, so I could have gone there and saved my parents a whole lot on tuition. The biggest drawback to U of I was that half my high school would be there, and I wanted college to be something different. I felt guilty about the money, but my parents assured me they had saved for college and I shouldn’t let tuition be a factor. My dad was a partner at a large Chicago law firm, so in the back of my head, I knew he could afford the tuition. But I still felt guilty about it.

Sometimes I thought about who I wanted to be. I could be ANYONE here – no one knew anything about me. I could make up whatever stories I wanted. I mean, no one would believe I was the starting quarterback on the football team, but I could tell them I was the best swimmer on the team. I WAS on the swimming team, but I was, without a doubt, the slowest swimmer in every event. At least I got to keep my body fit by swimming.

But I realized people would soon figure out that I was your basic high school nerd who was reasonably smart but really good at math and science. That’s why I chose engineering school. I didn’t think I really wanted to be a classic engineer, but my dad suggested that IF I was interested in going to law school, I might want to consider an engineering undergraduate degree and going into patent law. He never pushed me to become a lawyer, but I had expressed interest over time. If I decided not to go to law school, an engineering degree would still be a good thing to have.

We picked up the boxes we had shipped down, and my dad helped get them into my room. I unpacked a little before we decided to get something to eat for lunch. My parents understood I didn’t want them hanging around too long – not because I didn’t love them but because I didn’t want to look like the college freshman who still relied on his mother and father for everything. After lunch we were standing next to the rental car.

“I’m probably going to cry when we say goodbye,” my mom said, “so we can do it here if you want.”

I smiled and gave my mom a big hug.

“C’mon back to the dorm for a little bit, and then we can say goodbye. It’s okay if you cry mom – you’ve never done anything to embarrass me.”

She pulled her head away and looked at me.

“Never??” she said sarcastically.

I laughed.

“Well, not TOO often,” I said. “I love you, mom. I’ll be sad when you leave, too.”

“If you two are done,” my father said, not hiding his frustration with our emotional moment, “can we get going?”

“Sorry, Dave, if I’m having a little trouble thinking about leaving my baby thousands of miles from home,” my mother shot back, equally sarcastically.

“How did you two stay married all this time?” I said, laughing.

We drove back to the dorm, and when I got to my room, the door was open. I walked in and saw a guy unpacking some clothes.

“Hi, I’m Keith,” I said.

The guy turned and extended his arm.

“Hi, Keith, I’m Dan. Looks like we’re roommates!”

We shook hands, and I introduced Dan to my parents. Dan was a sophomore in engineering. He seemed friendly enough, and I didn’t see any chainsaws hanging in his closet, so I figured I’d survive. We talked for a little bit, and my dad mentioned they had to leave soon so they could return the car and catch their flight home.

“I’ll let you guys say goodbye. Nice meeting you,” he said to my parents as he shook both their hands. Then he left.

“Well, that was very considerate of him to leave so we could say goodbye,” said my mother who immediately took a liking to him. “I think you lucked out, Keith.”

I nodded my agreement. “Yeah, I think so.”

I looked at my mother, and she got teary-eyed.

“I love you, Keith. We’re going to miss you, but we know you’ll do well.”

My mother hugged me tighter than she ever had and buried her head against my chest. I might have dropped a tear or two myself. After twenty seconds, she pulled back and placed a kiss on my cheek.

“I love you, too, Mom.”

My dad extended his arm for a handshake, but then he put his other arm behind my shoulder and gave me a quick – very quick – bro-hug.

“Have a good year, son,” he said.

“Let’s go, Sharon.”

My mom gave me one more hug, a long look, and they were gone.

At that moment, I was more excited about the possibilities of the next four years than I had ever been. And at that moment, I never felt more alone in my entire life. For ten seconds, I just stood there, staring out the window.

My trance was broken when the Sahabet door across the hall opened. A tall guy walked out and stared into my room.

“Uh, hi. I’m Peter.”

“Hi, Peter, I’m Keith,” I said, extending my hand.

“Okay,” he started, “I know the routine. I’m a freshman, I’m from a small town outside of Indianapolis, and I’m in the Engineering School. I have a younger sister, and I plan to study Mechanical Engineering.”

“Wow, you’re good at that,” I said while laughing. “Let me try. I’m a freshman, I’m from a suburb of Chicago, I have no siblings, and I’m in the Engineering School. And I have no idea what kind of engineering I want to study.”

Now it was Peter’s turn to laugh.

“Why the fuck are you in the engineering school if you don’t know what kind of engineer you want to be?”

I started laughing again.

“Because I’m good in math and science, and I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Everyone said, ‘sounds like you should go to engineering school’. So here I am.”

“Well, that’s one way to get here,” he said with a laugh. “Sounds like we’ll be taking the same classes. And since I don’t know another goddamn soul on this campus, you just might become my best friend. At least TODAY you are!”

“Ha! Sounds like we’re in the same boat. Nice to meet you, best friend.”

And that’s how I met Peter, who truly did become my best friend. We had a lot of the same classes, so we often studied together. I helped him with calculus (I had gotten a year’s credit thanks to my AP classes in high school), and he helped me with Materials Science. Neither of us understood thermodynamics, but we managed to pass the course.

Toward the end of freshman year, we decided we wanted to move into an apartment. Peter had limited funds, so I was very careful to only suggest places I knew he could afford. His mom raised his sister and him by herself – apparently his dad left when they were both young – so money was always tight. Some local scholarships and student loans were helping him pay the tuition. We found a place that was fairly close to campus but was still affordable, so we excitedly signed a lease.

Sophomore year was fantastic. Having completed some of the required courses in engineering, we could start choosing courses that sounded interesting to us. I arranged my schedule with as many early classes as possible. Although I am NOT a morning person, early classes forced me to get up early. I packed courses back-to-back when I could, and three days a week I was done with classes before noon. The other two days I was done by 1:00. So, although it was intense in the morning, my afternoons were free. And since I had brought my car to school that year, it opened up new places we could go,

Aside from classes, and perhaps more importantly, our social life really picked up sophomore year. By the second month of school, I was dating Susie and Peter was dating Julie. Susie could be a lot of fun, and, I’m happy to say, she was always horny. I had a lot of sex for a couple of months, likely adding to my great attitude sophomore year.

By January, I was dating Laura, and Peter was still dating Julie. I knew that Laura was dating other guys, too, but I enjoyed the time we spent together. Peter and Julie, on the other hand, were quite committed to each other. And it made me really happy. Julie was a wonderful person – smart, funny, kind – and I thought she was the perfect match for my best friend.

Julie spent more and more time at our apartment, pretty much living there over the weekend, and I had no complaints. Besides liking her as a person, she was a great cook! Peter and I used to rotate cooking responsibilities, and when Julie became a permanent fixture, she offered to slip into the rotation. I let Peter and Julie use my car whenever they needed it, and I was more than happy to pick up either one of them if they were somewhere off campus and needed a ride.

Junior year, we stayed in the same apartment, and classes were really exciting. I decided to declare Industrial Engineering as my major since it let me take a number of computer classes and seemed the least techy / geeky of the engineering majors.

Julie had basically moved in, and the three of us were still getting along wonderfully. Julie offered to pay a third of the rent, but I refused to let her. There were two bedrooms, so I said I was paying half the rent. Whatever Peter and Julie decided between them was none of my business. Over the months, Julie got more and more comfortable with me and stopped putting on a robe when she walked out of the bedroom. She usually just wore a t-shirt and panties at night.

Julie was an average-looking woman with long, dark-brown hair that curled around her shoulders. She had a thin face with brown eyes and a small nose. She was slightly taller than average – probably five feet six inches tall. Most people would describe her as too thin with small tits; I would describe her body as fantastic. I LOVED her small breasts. They certainly didn’t stick out far, but you knew she was a woman. Sahabet Giriş I’ve always liked small breasts, and Julie’s seemed perfect. I didn’t openly stare at her body whenever she walked around, but I’d be lying if I said I never peeked. I loved Julie and I thought she could be really hot, but I NEVER did anything inappropriate. She and Peter were my best friends, and I was thrilled they were together. I would never do anything to make her feel uncomfortable.

When Peter got off the phone with his mother one night in March, he let out a deep sigh.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“My mom’s having a rough time. She misses me and my sister, she’s never really adjusted to us both being gone, and she’s not sleeping well. SHIT! I wish I could do something!”

For the next couple of days, Peter wasn’t his usual, happy self. I felt really bad for him. But suddenly, I had an idea. I solicited Julie’s help to cheer Peter up. His twenty first birthday was in two weeks, and I thought we should plan a nice night. I made reservations at a nice restaurant, but we didn’t say anything to Peter. Julie told him to reserve that night so the two of them could go out to dinner, but Peter said he didn’t want to celebrate.

“Too bad, buddy. We’re going out for dinner. You can be miserable afterwards, but for at least one hour you’re going to pretend you’re enjoying yourself and you’re happy to be out with me.”

Peter smiled at her.

“Even when I feel like shit, I’m always happy to be out with you,” he said.

She gave him a hug as she said, “I know. And I’m always happy to be out with you. I love you, you know.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

Friday night, Julie forced Peter to put on a button-down shirt for his birthday dinner. When he came out of his bedroom, I was standing there with a nice shirt on, too.

“Do you have a date tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, kinda,” I said, with a smirk.

Julie was smiling, too.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked.

“We’re all going for a nice dinner to celebrate your birthday,” Julie said.

Without skipping a beat, Peter looked at her and said, “Oh, shit, Julie, I don’t want to celebrate my birthday with Keith. That will ruin the whole night.”

Julie’s eyes got wide, and for a minute, I thought she was going to cry.

“Tough shit, buddy,” I said while laughing, “I’m coming anyway.”

When Peter started laughing, Julie finally started breathing again.

“Goddamn it, Peter, I thought you were serious. I didn’t know what had gotten into you!”

“C’mon, Julie, you know I’d never say something like that about Keith to his face. We need to pretend to be nice to him because he has a car. Let’s go, Keith. Make yourself useful and drive us wherever we’re going.”

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” I said.

Peter was surprised when we pulled into the parking lot.

“Whoa. This is a pretty fancy restaurant,” he said.

“Happy birthday, Peter. I’m throwing a party for my best friend, and I invited my other best friend, who just happens to be his girlfriend.”

“Wow. Thanks, Keith,” he said very quietly.

We walked in, and I gave my name to the hostess. She smiled at me and led us toward a corner of the restaurant. There was a screen that we had to walk around to get to our table. I pushed Julie and Peter ahead of me, and as soon as Peter made the turn, he stopped cold in his tracks.

“Mom? Sarah?”

“Happy birthday, Peter!” his mom and sister said in unison, both wearing huge smiles.

“What are you…? How are you here? How did you get here?” Peter asked as he walked quickly to give his mom and then his sister a huge hug. Then the three of them did a group hug.

“How are you here?” Peter asked again, knowing there really wasn’t money to fly to Texas.

“Keith brought us out, sweetie,” his mom said.

Peter turned and looked at me for a second before walking over and giving me a bearhug.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you.”

He released me and then gave me another hug. Then he turned to Julie.

“I suppose you were in on this, too, huh?”

“All I did was give Keith some phone numbers and agree to not make any other plans tonight,” she said.

Peter hugged Julie.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” she said.

For the first time in weeks, Peter looked really happy. He, his mom, and his sister never stopped talking the entire night. His mother was thrilled to again have both of her children together with her. I couldn’t stop smiling; I was very happy to be able to help out my best friend.

The restaurant turned out to be the perfect place for our little party. The food was excellent, the staff were attentive without hanging over us, and they never rushed us. Everybody was completely stuffed by the time we left.

As we were walking out, a lightbulb went off over Peter’s head.

“Wait a minute! Where are you guys staying?” he asked his family.

His sister started laughing.

“You JUST thought about Sahabet Güncel Giriş asking if we had a place to sleep? Don’t you have room at your place?”

“Well, yeah, sure, uh, I can sleep on the couch…”

Sarah cut him off.

“Keith got us a room at University Inn,” she said.

Peter looked at me again but said nothing.

“How long are you here for?” he asked.

“We fly back Sunday at noon,” she replied. “You’re stuck with us all day tomorrow.”

A smile slowly crawled across Peter’s face. I could see his brain already planning an entire day of events for the next day.

We all squeezed into the car, and we dropped off Peter’s mom and sister on the way home. They hugged him and kissed him before walking into the hotel. The rest of the way home, Peter said nothing.

When we walked into the apartment, Peter grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me toward him.

“This was the best birthday of my entire life. Thank you doesn’t seem enough, but thank you.”

“It truly was my pleasure. I loved seeing the old Peter again.”

Then we hugged each other while Julie just watched with a big smile on her face.

The next morning, Peter and Julie left the house to take his family to Carly’s, our favorite breakfast spot. They walked around campus, went to a couple of museums, and just enjoyed spending time together. That night, Julie told me Peter had the best time with his family.

Sunday morning, Peter was the first one in the shower, followed by Julie. Peter got dressed to take his family to the airport while Julie made coffee. When I came out of my bedroom, she was wearing a t-shirt and panties, like most weekend mornings. When Peter was getting ready to leave, Julie went over to give him a hug. I thought I heard her ask if he was sure, and I saw him smile, nod, and give her a kiss. He looked at me for a second, smiled again, and then left.

After a couple of minutes, Julie walked over to the couch where I was sitting, and said, “Stand up.”

I looked at her, confused. “Huh?”

“Please stand up.”

I did as asked. Julie put her arms around me and hugged me. I returned the hug with a chuckle.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

Julie pulled her head back but kept most of her body against me.

“You really did a nice thing. You made his weekend.”

“I’m glad,” I said.

“You know, he loves you.”

I smiled.

“I love him, too.”

“And, you know I love you, too,” she said, and she squeezed me. I thought for a second that she ground herself against my dick, but I figured it was my imagination. But I was a little embarrassed as I felt myself getting a little excited.

“I love you, too, Julie.”

“I’m glad we love each other,” she said, “but we still can’t fuck.”

I started laughing.

“Oh, bummer. Oh well.”

“But we can still hug,” she said without pulling her head away from my chest where she had laid it.

And then, there was no doubt in my mind. She was definitely rubbing her body against my quickly hardening dick. For a second, I held my breath, not sure what was going on. It felt incredible, but I came to my senses. I pulled my head back, but Julie held me tightly so I couldn’t completely break away.

“Julie, what are you doing?”

“Just hugging my friend,” she said without looking at me. “Don’t you like it?”

“Of COURSE I like it, but we can’t do this.”

“We can’t hug? We can’t fuck, but we can hug, can’t we?”

I grabbed both of her shoulders so I could pull back a few inches.

“Julie, what’s going on?”

She looked at me for ten very long seconds with a look I didn’t know how to interpret.

“You’re an incredible friend to Peter and an incredible friend to me. I just want to say thank you and let you know how much we appreciate everything you do – especially this weekend.”

Then, she repeated, “but we can’t fuck.”

I was confused why she kept using that phrase, but as soon as she said it, she crossed her arms and pulled off her t-shirt. My eyes must have looked like huge saucers as I stared at the beautiful breasts I had thought about more than once. I just kept staring without moving. Her breasts were round with brown areolas. Her nipples were hard, and I really had to control myself to not immediately start sucking on them.

“Julie, what are you doing?”

She had this innocent smile on her face as she said, “Trying to make you happy. You don’t like?”

“Jesus, of course I like, but…”

“Shhh. I just want to make you happy,” she said, as she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. Her eyes closed and she quietly moaned.

“JULIE!” I shouted, as I reluctantly pulled my hand away. “I love Peter. You love Peter. We can’t do this to him.”

As I spoke to her, I couldn’t stop my eyes from constantly dropping to her breasts.

Julie laughed. This really confused me. I’m trying to prevent us from cheating on Peter, and she’s laughing.

“Silly boy. He knows all about it.”

“Huh?”

“He knows all about it. We talked about it. We both agreed on a way to thank you for everything you do. Whatever happens in the next hour will never happen again, and we will never talk about it. Not you and me, not you and Peter, and not Peter and me. But for the next hour, I’m going to try to say thank you – from both of us. But we can’t fuck.”

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One Woman’s Unforgettable Summer

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Jules Sinclair is an extraordinary woman. Beautiful, smart, and bold. There are many fascinating stories that could be told about her. But this particular story chronicles the special summer when she hosted a young foreign exchange student.

1. THE VISITOR ARRIVES

Jules has a son who, after completing his second year in college, wanted to spend a summer in France studying Economics. In order to make that financially possible, Jules and her husband agreed to allow a French student to stay in their home that same summer as part of an exchange program. Their student houseguest would be enrolled in an English emersion program through the nearby Amber State University as part of the foreign exchange arrangement.

Jules and her husband had been provided a photo and some background information about the exchange student in advance of his arrival. His name was Alexandre, but he always has gone by just ‘Alex’. He was twenty-one years old. However, his pale, ruddy complexion, black tousled hair, and sparse Leonardo DeCaprio styled mustache and beard made him look younger. In the exchange program, in addition to English, he would be studying Philosophy.

He and his family were from an affluent suburb outside of Arles in France, and Alex attended Sorbonne Université in Paris. In his letters of referral to the exchange program, his university professors raved about his intelligence and aptitude for study.

The plans for Alex to stay with Jules and her husband for the duration of his twelve-week summer program were made well in advance. So when it happened that Jules’s husband was required to be away from home on business most of the twelve weeks, there was nothing that could be done. And of course their son was in France. So Jules and Alex were going to be essentially living together alone all summer.

Jules picked Alex up at the airport to begin his American stay. On meeting him, she noticed that he was no taller than 5′ 9″ and was thinly built. He had a brooding kind of good looks. She quickly learned that Alex was a skilled conversationalist, asking meaningful questions and listening attentively to the answers. Although his accent was a little thick, his English was already excellent.

Alex was also soft-spoken and came across as almost delicate.

His classes began and within a couple of weeks, the household had fallen into a routine. Four days out of the week, Alex would ride the bus downtown to the college for his English and Philosophy classes. His classes were all in the morning, so his afternoons were generally free. He was also off Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. At first, in his ample spare time, he would either study or take the bus to various city attractions. But there are only so many attractions to see. So after a while, Alex started spending his afternoons and off days in his American home, usually reading. Increasingly, he was spending time with Jules.

Jules was a guitar teacher, but she usually didn’t work much in the summer months. And since her husband was not going to be around to help out with anything, she had decided to take the summer completely off from teaching.

Considering the age difference, she and Alex hit it off amazingly well. Both loved the outdoors. And there was plenty of time and for her and Alex to take walks in a nearby park or longer hikes in the nearby forests, trails, and open spaces. They both enjoyed those walk and hikes immensely.

In addition, the two of them spent a lot of time sitting on Jules’s big couch, talking. They talked about music, France, current events, history, books, movies, TV, his philosophy studies, anything and everything. Their conversations were lively and fun. Whenever they were together, Jules would help him fine tune his English and introduce him to various American idioms. And in turn, he taught her some basic French.

A friendship blossomed between the two of them. They both looked forward to not only their walks and hikes, but also their increasingly frequent “couch time”.

Although their relationship flourished, Alex was not making friends at the college. He found the other students in his classes boring. His life revolved around exceling in his coursework and reading, and spending time with Jules.

2. THE HAPPY ACCIDENT

One day, Alex decided to skip his late-morning class and head back to his “home” early. He let himself in with his key and went downstairs to the guestroom that was his for the summer. He needed to answer the call of nature, and was in a hurry to get to the bathroom next to his room. Rushing downstairs, he immediately swung open the bathroom door. To his surprise, a gush of steamy warm air came out of the bathroom and there stood Jules, completely naked. She had apparently just stepped out of the downstairs shower.

There was a pause as they looked at each other. Alex was unable to look away from the beauty standing before him. Jules played it cool. She calmly lifted a towel off the rack and without hurrying, wrapped it around herself as Alex looked on.

She spoke first, “Well, I’m showering here because the drain Sahabet for the upstairs shower is clogged, and you are here because you unexpectedly came home early. So… I think that about sums it up.” Alex said, “Oh, I am so sorry to have interrupted your shower time, Jules!”

She replied, “Well, I’m sure it was not intentional. But don’t you think you should maybe close the door, with you on the other side of it?” She smiled as she spoke, showing she wasn’t angry, just surprised.

Alex blushed and closed the door. He went upstairs to use the main floor bathroom, and then came back downstairs to his room. He closed his bedroom door and laid down on his bed. Jules quietly slipped past Alex’s guest room door and up the stairs to her main floor bedroom.

As Alex laid in his bed, he shut his eyes and recalled the image of Jules standing nude by the shower door. Then he yielded to the strong urge to release the sexual pressure that seeing Jules naked had brought on. He felt better after the wet finale to his self-stimulation.

Alex spent the rest of the day sitting in his room reading. When Jules came down to his room to tell him that dinner would soon be ready, the atmosphere seemed awkward. Neither knew quite what to say.

As Jules turned to go back upstairs, Alex said to her, “Did you know that in France, ‘Jules’ is a popular boy’s name?” Jules stopped and replied, “No, I didn’t know that.” “Yes,” he smiled, “But there is no cause for confusion — you don’t look anything at all like a boy.” They both broke out into laughter.

Smiling and relaxed by the break in the tension, Jules added, “Now Alex, next time you need to use the bathroom, please try knocking on the door before you enter.” To which Alex replied, “I am so very sorry for any embarrassment. Je m’excuse!”

Jules said nothing more about it, but deep inside, she was rather enjoying the innocent thrill of Alex having seen her in the nude. There was no harm done and in any event, she liked showing off her fit and sexy body. Over the years, many men had enjoyed her natural naked beauty.

3. THE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

That summer, Alex celebrated his twenty-second birthday, and that day proved to be auspicious. Jules’s husband was still traveling so it was just Alex and Jules. She had baked a birthday cake for Alex and had a unique gift for him.

For Alex’s birthday, Jules gave him a copy of the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated. Alex had never seen nor heard of it. He asked Jules to sit on the couch and look through it with him. They both enjoyed looking through the beautiful photos of scantily clad models.

They had fun making up humorous life histories of the various women. “This one married a garbage truck driver,” exclaimed Jules. “And this one lost 75 pounds on the caveman diet”, suggested Alex.

At one point, Alex put down the magazine and said, “Jules, thank you so much for this wonderful gift! Please allow me to properly express my gratitude for your thoughtfulness.”

He reached over, clasped her hands in his, and kissed the back of both her hands. Jules was amused at what she viewed as a display of continental charm. Still holding her hands, Alex looked into Jules’ eyes and said, “Jules, none of the women in this magazine are as beautiful as you, nor could they be even half as wonderfully fun to be around as you. I am grateful for the gift, but even more grateful for your friendship.”

With that, Alex reached his arm across her waist, gently pulled her around so she was facing him, and kissed Jules on both cheeks.

Jules felt some trepidation about what was happening, but she also knew that kissing was a common expression of friendship in Europe. So she continued smiling. But then Alex surprised her. He took her face lightly between his hands and kissed her full on the mouth.

Jules pulled back and carefully said, “Alex, you are a good-looking and interesting young man and I enjoy our friendship. But we can’t do this.”

He looked at her and replied, “Why not? Oh Jules, who would know? And do you not enjoy my kiss? She said nothing in reply, and they looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Her heart and mind were racing. Alex slowly moved his mouth back towards hers, and again gently kissed her mouth.

Jules’s emotions were boiling. The truth was, she was enjoying it. She hadn’t really kissed him back, just allowed him to kiss her. But she was turned on from his gentle kisses. Nevertheless, she quickly said, “Oh Alex, I appreciate your thanks and affection but we must stop now.”

But Alex was softly persistent. He said, “Jules, I have wanted to do this since I first met you. It is my birthday, please don’t deny me the pleasure of your kiss. Please just kiss me like you mean it, as an additional birthday gift.”

A naturally generous and giving person, Jules’s resolve was weakened by his birthday plea, and she allowed her guard to drop. Without saying anything, as Alex again brought his lips to hers, she started to kiss him back. Their tongues touched and he squeezed her tightly. Sahabet Giriş Jules could see by the growing bulge in his pants that he was getting physically excited from kissing her. Jules’s body was also starting to respond with yearning and wetness.

She suddenly thought to herself, “What am I doing?” She knew she had to quit before it went any further. She knew she shouldn’t have let things go this far.

So Jules stopped kissing him and pulled back a bit. They both took some deep breaths for a moment, again looking into each other’s eyes. Alex looked worried, thinking perhaps he had upset her.

To lighten the mood, Jules smiled and gave him a big, friendly hug. She said, “I guess this is a good stopping point. But you French guys are certainly zealous about expressing your thanks and celebrating birthdays!”

Alex smilingly retorted, “Jules, no! Must we stop already? I was just beginning to, how do you say, get the hang of it!” They both laughed. She said, “And you were doing extremely well! But now you had better get back to your room and work on your studies.”

They both stood up from the couch. To show him everything was all right, Jules squeezed Alex’s hand and then gave him another big hug. She whispered to him, “It’s okay. We both enjoyed it. But we probably shouldn’t be kissing each other like that again. Save it for your girlfriends. And this needs to be our little secret.”

He smiled and said, “I understand. It will forever be our secret. Thank you, Jules, for these wonderful gifts on my birthday. I will never forget the magazine or the kissing.” He picked up his Sports Illustrated magazine and headed downstairs to his bedroom. She knew in her heart that he would always keep their secret.

4. CONNECTIVITY

On those rare days when Jules’s husband was home, she and Alex acted and spoke formally with each other, putting on a show of professional neutrality. But if he wasn’t looking directly at them, Alex and Jules would sometimes wink and smile at each other conspiratorially. Both looked forward to his departures.

After the birthday intimacy, their couch conversations took on a more personal tone. During one such talk, he asked if he could tell her a secret. She said, “Of course.” He confided that he thinks about Jules when he masturbates and that he masturbates frequently. He told her, “I imagine you naked and us kissing again, and I get really excited. And Jules, I get so big and hard. I stroke myself and imagine that it is you who is stroking me. And when I cum, I close my eyes and visualize that I am cumming all over your beautiful bare breasts.”

Jules was not naïve about what young men think about and what they do, so she was not shocked at the confession. And she already knew he masturbated regularly because she washed his sheets and because she could sometimes hear quiet moans from his bedroom when he came home from classes or at night.

But Jules was impressed he had the maturity to talk about something so personal. She knew he was taking a risk and was trusting her not to be judgmental or to react negatively. She talked with him for some time about masturbation. He had a lot of questions. Among the things Jules told him was the fact that she masturbates, too, which seemed to surprise him.

She told him that masturbation is healthy and that she was flattered that he thought of her when he was stroking himself.

He asked her if it was okay if he continues to fantasize about having sex with her when he masturbates. Jules thought for a moment but then said, “Yes, of course. If you like it, keep doing it. And as I said, I’m very flattered that you think of me that way.” She stopped short of telling him that sometimes, alone at night in her house with him just one floor away, she thought of him in “that way” too.

As this particular conversation progressed, Jules started fantasizing about taking off her blouse, feeling his manhood and stroking him, then watching him cum on her tits. That would make his dream about her become a reality! In the course of her lifetime, she had made many men’s sexual fantasies come true. This would just be one more. “Why not?” she thought to herself. In her mind, she fantasized that the handjob would be just the beginning. The thought of what might happen next gave her a thrill. But still, she kept her sexual urges in check.

On another occasion, he asked her about oral sex and again, he had a lot of questions. And again he asked if it was okay if he fantasized about them having oral sex together. He said, “I love to think about putting my cock in your mouth and you teasing the head of my hard-on with your tongue. And I fantasize about licking your pussy and tasting your sexual juices. I imagine what it would feel like for you to cum in my mouth and me to cum in yours.”

Jules looked him in the eyes and said, “Alex, listen carefully. Someday, a woman will show you how to go down on her and please her with your oral stimulation. She will guide you on how to use your tongue to bring out the maximum sexual response from her. Oral Sahabet Güncel Giriş sex can be very special for a woman when she is with someone who knows how to turn her on. Your day and hers will come someday.”

Alex replied, “Mon Dieu! I can’t wait for that woman and that day to arrive!”

As the summer drew to a close, Jules was thinking more and more about Alex, and feeling an increasing urge to become intimate with him. Some nights she laid in bed awake, imagining herself sneaking downstairs and climbing into bed with him. It took a lot of willpower to resist that urge. Inwardly, he occupied her mind a lot. But she continued to suppress these longings. And they continued to take walks and hikes and enjoy intimate discussions from time-to-time.

The closest they came to some sort of actual sexual interaction was one occasion, when Alex asked if she would watch him as he masturbated. He wanted her to watch him cum while thinking of her. He said it was a fantasy of his. He stressed that she wouldn’t have to do anything but watch.

Jules was sorely tempted. In some earlier relationships, she had made men masturbate while she watched. She would say to them, “Show me how you like to do it and then I will do it for you.” She enjoyed having that power over them. Watching men “jerk off” was something of a turn-on for her. So she almost said yes to Alex. But ultimately, she held back once again.

5. THE FINAL DAY AND NIGHT

All too quickly, the time came for Alex to return to France. He had learned a lot about English and Philosophy. But that wasn’t what he was thinking about on the day before he was scheduled to leave. He and Jules sat together on the couch for one last talk and to say their good-byes.

But Jules had more than talk on her mind. She had decided that the time had come for her to take control of her own destiny with Alex. She wanted to give them both a night that could never be forgotten by either of them.

As they sat on the couch, she took his hand in hers and said, “Alex, I don’t think you ever got to finish thanking me for the birthday present I gave you this summer.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. She leaned in closer to him and looked him straight in the eyes. She said invitingly, “Do you remember where you left off?”

He smiled, saying, “Yes, you are correct! I never got to finish expressing my gratitude! I think this is where we left off.” And with those words, he reached over and kissed her hard on the mouth. This time, Jules immediately and enthusiastically kissed him back. They started touching and feeling each other as they kissed.

Alex paused for a moment and said to her, “Jules, I realize that everyone around the world thinks of Frenchmen as being great lovers. But I must confess that I am still a virgin. I have never made love with a woman before. But I want you to be my first. I beg of you. You are so beautiful and sexy but more than that, I feel connected and safe with you. Please, you are my dream girl!”

Jules listened and when he stopped talking, the kissing continued with even more hunger and desire. Between passionate kisses, Jules whispered, “Alex, today and tonight, all your hopes and dreams about me are going to come true.” As she said these words, her nipples stiffened.

As Jules felt Alex up, she could immediately feel that his cock was big and stiff, busting to get out of his pants. She ran her fingers along the contours of his cock, squeezing the bulge in his pants from time-to-time. It sent a rush through her body. Her pussy was filling with moisture and the delicious scent of sex filled the air. “Oh Alex,” she said, “You have wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Oh yes,” he said. Jules squeezed his cock again and using a little of the French she had learned that summer, said, “Moi aussie.”

Jules stood up from the couch. As Alex watched, she kicked her sandals off and then pulled her T-shirt off over her head, revealing her firm, shapely breasts and her swollen nipples to him. She undid the waist button on her shorts, and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of the shorts and kicked them to the side. Then she slowly pushed her panties over her hips until they, too, fell to the floor and were kicked aside.

She stood before him, completely naked. She allowed Alex to stare lovingly at her for a few moments, just as she had when he saw her getting out of the shower. Memories of their bathroom encounter flashed in her mind. But this time, there would be no covering up. She was enjoying the look of rapture and adoration on his face.

Alex also seemed nervous, just sitting on the couch staring at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, and unsure what to do. Jules sat back down on the couch and wrapped an arm around his neck. She whispered, “Now it’s your turn to let me see you.”

Alex gulped. Still sitting on the couch, he slipped off his tennis shoes and socks, then lifted his T-shirt off over his head. He was hurrying, and Jules admonished him, “Slow down, Alex! We have all day and night. Take your time and let’s enjoy every minute of this experience.” Alex nodded. As Jules watched, Alex slowly unfastened his belt and pants. He lifted his hips off the couch cushion and pulled his pants and underpants off, tossing them aside. Jules told him, “Stand up so I can get a good look at you.” Alex obeyed.

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Chastity

My tennis partner, Blake, asked me to come to his new-home party. Usually, I tried to skip events like this one, and sit at home in front of my TV to watch one of the sports Channels or an action movie. However, he said I should come because later on, he’d ask me to do work in and around the house. In addition, some of the guests may also be interested in using my services. So I agreed.

I shaved, wore my favorite jeans pants with a short white blouse, and drove to the location. By the time I arrived, all the tables had guests around them, although some empty chairs were still available. I sat between an older guy and a young woman of about 25.

Blake saw me coming and introduced me to my neighbors. The older guy said, “Pleased to meet you,” and turned to the other side, to chat with his wife. The young girl seemed more inclined to talk to me.

Her eyes inspected me before meeting my eyes, and she smiled, “Hi, I’ve never seen you with Blake before. How do you know him?”

“We play tennis together 2 nights a week.”

“That explains why both of you are in such great shape.”

“Lady, 2 other evenings I go to LA Fitness and exercise for an hour or so. In addition, my work is physically demanding.”

“What do you do?”

“I am the lead guy in one of the teams of the largest landscaping companies in DC. But enough about me. What is your story?”

“I am just a spoiled brat. I finish college next year, planning to become an interior designer.”

I chuckled, “You and I could have worked together. You’ll fix the indoors, and I’ll do the outside.” She laughed, “It’s too early for me, but if you talk to me in a couple of years, we may find common grounds…”

“I was joking, of course. You are too young. What do you do in your free time? Do you like to travel? Any hobbies?”

She grinned, “As a daughter of a diplomat, I’ve been to many countries, mostly in Europe and Asia, but I haven’t been to Australia, South America, or Africa.”

“I am jealous. I am older than you, and visited only Italy, Greece, Maui, and Mexico.”

“You may be older, but not by much. You’ll have enough time to see many interesting places in the future.”

We chatted for about half an hour, and then I asked, “Did you arrive here alone?”

“No. The guy to my left is my boyfriend, but he is busy debating much more important subjects with his buddy – Did Kelce score in the 12th or 17th minute? Was he trying to score a goal or score with Taylor? Did Taylor Swift’s presence convince Mahomes to throw the ball to Kelce rather than to a guy who was free at the time?”

We both laughed, and I said, “I know what you mean. When we guys start talking about our favorite sports, there is nothing more important.”

“You sound like an interesting guy, but I doubt you’ll be interested in talking to me about shopping or fashion.”

“Sorry, ma’am…”

Blake shushed us, thanked everybody who showed up, offered a tour of the new house to those who were interested, and pointed to the corner tables that had all sorts of foods, buffet-style. I put a mixture of small portions and returned to my table. When I sat down, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. I finished eating and left 1/2 an hour later.

…

I was born 38 years ago in Texas to a Mexican father and an American-born mother. As a student I was mediocre. The teacher told Mom that I had great potential, but I was much more interested in sports and ‘fixing things’ than important subjects like math, biology, or literature. She was right, of course. I played football and baseball, and was a decent mid-distance runner. My father was a handyman. I joined him on multiple occasions, learning how to repair plumbing, appliances, electricity, etc. I loved doing it, and confided with him I wanted to do it when I grew up. He tried to convince me to continue studying, but I resisted. After high school, I joined my uncle’s landscaping business in Washington, DC. His business was much larger than Dad’s, and even had branches in the nearby states. Five years later, I became one of the 5 teams leaders, and, at a time, had up to 8 employees under me. I loved my job, the salary, and the benefits. In my free time, I met my friends, exercised a lot, and kept myself in good shape.

I remembered Blake telling me during one of our tennis games that there were many girls watching us.

I smirked, “What’s new today? I always see large crowds of women following our tennis games.”

He smiled. “You are right. But this is what I was saying – Whenever YOU are on the court, girls ogle you. I play tennis with 2 other friends, and frequently we change our days. I’ve never seen large number of women checking OUR games.

I knew what he was saying. At 6’3″, 190 pounds with good muscle tone and minimal fat, the members of the other sex found me attractive since my growth spurt started. Over the years, except for 5 ‘official’ girlfriends, that lasted between 7 months to 3 years, I had casual sex with too many girls of all colors, shapes, ages, and religions.

Yes, I loved good sex, and cared less Sahabet who my mate was, as long as I enjoyed the act. I had my own 3 bedroom home in a nice area of DC, and was happy, despite the fact that for almost a year I didn’t have a steady girlfriend.

…

Two days after the celebration at Blake’s home, I got a phone call, “Is this Leonardo Ayala?”

“Yes, lady. What can I do for you?”

“I heard you do landscaping work.”

“I do. Where did you learn about me? My name does not appear in the phone book and my company never used me to advertise our work.”

“My name is Lilian Thompson. Remember Blake’s party? I was there. I needed a landscaper to do some work around the house, and he recommended you. If you have some time, I’d appreciate you stopping by and see what it’s all about.”

“If you give me the address, I can stop at your house tomorrow around 4:30.”

“Perfect.”

The following afternoon, I finished my scheduled work at 3 pm. I went home, showered, changed clothes, and at 4:35 rang the bell of a large mansion in Georgetown. The door was opened by a pleasant looking, middle-aged lady of about 40, 5’6″, 130 pounds.

She smiled at me, “Hello Leonardo, my name is Lilian. We spoke on the phone. Do you want to drink something before I show you around?”

“Coffee will be nice. I had time to shower, but not much else.”

“I’ll make you a coffee. Care for cookies or a chocolate cake?”

“I love chocolate. I think I’m addicted to good dark chocolate, so chocolate cake will be a good addition.”

She laughed, “I like good chocolate too. I’ll tell you what, each day you work here, I’ll make sure you have excellent Belgian or Swiss chocolate. While we sit here, tell me what can you do for me. The maintenance of this large house was neglected for too long, and it needs major improvements, both inside and outside.”

“Ma’am, my official job is landscaping. However, over the years, I’ve done other jobs, so if you are interested, I can take a look at other jobs too.”

“Good. For the landscaping work, you can bring other workers to help you, but if you accept the jobs inside my house, you’ll be the only one working there. Deal?”

“Thank you for the coffee and the cake. They were great. Let’s see what is the work you want done.”

Next, she led me outside. She was right. The lawn was cut, but everything else was in bad shape. When we walked around, I estimated that with the help of 3 other employees, we’d finish everything in 5-7 days. Then we returned to the house. It was built in the 1930s and the plumbing, electrical system, and basement required major overhaul. If I did everything without help, it would take me at least a week. I told her what I thought.

She smiled again, “I’d rather you increase the number of workers outside and finish the job in 3 days, even if the cost is higher. The work here does not have to be finished on a certain date. You can work here for 2 days on one project, and move to the next one when you have free time. Again, money is not an issue, as long as I am happy with what you do around here.”

“First of all, I’d rather you call me Leo. It’s shorter, and I am used to it. Is it OK if I call you Lilian?”

“Sure. I planned to suggest it before you left.”

“Lilian, My crew is currently busy with 2 other projects. We’ll start in 10 days outside. I can spare up to 6 people working simultaneously on your yard. Weather permitting, I believe we’ll be able to finish in 3 days. I will begin working on the plumbing in 5 days, but 2 days later, I must go to New York for a day or two.”

“Everything you said is fine. Please, write a proforma with all the details, and I’ll sign it. And, please, I’d like to know 24 hours in advance before you start working inside. Leo, it was nice meeting you. According to Blake, you are a man of his word. I hope he is right…”

I laughed, shook her hand, and left.

…

As agreed upon, I arrived at her house Tuesday morning. The traffic was unusually light, and I arrived 15 minutes early, at 6:45 am. Lilian opened the door wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. She smiled, “Leo, you are early, and caught me in the middle of my yoga session.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I arrived early. Initially, I thought I’d wait for 15 minutes, but then decided to start the work early and finish early.”

“Not a problem. I’d like you to begin with the master bathroom. Hopefully, you’ll finish it today, so I can use it tomorrow.”

“I think 4 hours, and I’ll be done. If I need to replace a part, it may take another hour but no more.”

I brought my tools, shut off the main water valve, knelt under the sink, and started unscrewing the tubes. It was an old system, and I needed all my strength to open everything and lay it on the floor. I was wearing pants, and a tee shirt. By the time I disassembled all the parts, I was sweating like a pig and the back of my pants exposed the upper part of my crack. I turned around, and saw Lilian rushing back to the living room. Was she just passing by? did she watch me? I was Sahabet Giriş too tired to think. I rested for 5 minutes and began cleaning the dirty, stinky parts. Every tube had black, oily clogged part in it, with the worst one being 90% blocked. No wonder the water pressure was poor. I brought a right size filter and a rubber ring, installed them, and reconnected everything together. I opened the water, and It poured at a much higher pace. Good beginning.

Next, I had to find out why the water in the large tub was not draining. Ninety percent of the time it’s a combination of hair, soap, and occasionally other things that fall into this area. Again, dealing with very old pipes is not easy. The screws are not the ones we use today, and rusted. I bent down and tried. Pretty soon I was sweaty again. I removed my tee shirt, and added another tool to use as leverage. This time it opened. I was relieved. I sighed and moved back.

Lilian stood by the door with her Yoga attire and her eyes fixated on me. She noticed I was watching her and blushed, “Leo, I didn’t know it’s such a tough work. I looked at you, admiring your muscles. You are a very strong man.”

I grinned, “I may not be the smartest around, but all my life I worked my muscles – Doing exercises at a health club, playing balls, and landscaping.”

“When do you think the work here will be finished?”

“I’d say about 2 hours. Why?”

“Because I plan to go suntan on the balcony for 1-2 hours, followed by going to the jacuzzi. So if you are interested, you can join me later.”

“Lilian, Relaxing in the jacuzzi after hard work is wonderful. However, I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll manage. Tomorrow you can bring your swimsuit, and use the jacuzzi when you need a break.”

“Sounds good. Thank you.”

It took me 2.5 hours to finish in the bathroom, but now everything was working perfectly. I was topless and perspiring profusely. I went to the balcony and saw Lilian. Did I say ‘saw?’, I meant ogled her. She wore a skimpy black bikini, that exposed an ample cleavage and a toned tummy above her low cut bottom part. Her body was much more attractive than I thought it would be for a woman in her 40s. She had large dark sunglasses and didn’t move. I watched her beautiful body and then coughed mildly.

She inquired, “Leo, are you done?”

“Yes, Lilian. Your master bathroom is ready for use, although I prefer you start tomorrow because I glued 2 parts. Is the offer to use the jacuzzi still on?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Do you mind if I use one of your other bathrooms to shower first? By the way, we haven’t figured out what should I wear in the jacuzzi.”

She smirked, “Leo, I have a new swimsuit I bought for my husband years ago. He didn’t like the color and never used it. Back then, he was somewhat skinnier than you. An alternative is to use your underwear. Or… my husband was the consul in Berlin for 8 years. Over there people were naked frequently, and it wasn’t an issue. It’s up to you to choose one of these 3 options. I already put the swimsuit and a new towel on the dresser in the bathroom on the second floor. Go shower there. When you are done, come down. You’ll find me in the jacuzzi. It’s the second turn on the left.

The pouring water on my aching body was amazing. After drying, I tried the swimsuit. It was one size too small, but I managed to get in. I went to the jacuzzi room. The room was 15X15 feet, and in the middle was a jacuzzi for 4 people. Lilian was standing there, wearing her black bikini. I entered the hot water slowly. Her eyes explored my body, pausing a fraction of a second on my groin.

I commented, “Lilian, your body looks amazing for your age.”

“Oh, thank you. Actually, since YOU are here I wore the bikini. Other times I do it naked. Many of my friends have been to Germany too, and often we gather in jacuzzi in the nude.”

I smirked, “Lady, feel at home. If you rather be without your swimsuit, I promise not to complain…”

She laughed, “Are you sure? I am no longer 20…”

“Try me.”

She gazed at me for a moment and unclasped her top. The bottom part disappeared shortly after. I stared at her fantastic tits that floated on the surface. She watched my eyes like a hawk with a strange smile.

The lady was sexy as hell and she knew it! My cock began to expand and harden. Luckily, the bubbling water hid it. She leaned her back on the ledge and closed her eyes. Her breasts moved up with her hard nipples pointing at me. My prick continued engorging. It became torture – The small swimsuit barely contained my lower body before. Now, with a full erection, it ached and demanded to be free.

I sighed and blurted, “Lilian, I think I have a problem.”

She opened her eyes, “What is it?”

“I hate to bother you, but the swimsuit is relatively small. As a guy who hasn’t been to Germany, your amazing body woke my penis, and… it hurts.”

She chortled, “Young man, thank you for the compliment. As I said, I do not have another swimsuit. Just take it off.”

“Are Sahabet Güncel Giriş you sure? I am not a rapist, but a sexy lady with a naked man she hardly knows may, on occasion, be a recipe for a bad outcome…”

“Leo, I am not concerned. I am not a virgin, so I have nothing to lose. You are very attractive too. I am not trying to seduce you, but if you have the urge to play with me. I don’t think I’ll resist for too long. And it’s not just because you are much stronger…”

I didn’t believe it. The lady gave me permission to touch her body! I removed the swimsuit, and felt much better.

“Lilian, if I take the opportunity to caress your breath-taking body, will it change the work I’ll be doing for you?”

“Not really. The job is yours to complete as we agreed. Everything else is a bonus.”

I moved slowly in her direction. She smiled and stared at my pectorals. I stood inches from her. She raised her face and looked at me. I kissed her lips gently. They opened, allowing my tongue to penetrate her hot mouth. She tasted sweet. Her right hand moved to my chest and massaged gently my muscles. her breasts crushed against my lower chest and her nipples poked me.

I disengaged and whispered, “Lilian, it is so erotic to see you naked, feel your gorgeous tits, and kiss your soft lips. But I see another problem coming…”

She grinned, “Sir, may I help with the problem? And did you mean ‘coming’ or ‘cumming?”

“It may be late to ask, but what about your husband?”

“I wouldn’t worry about him. We opened our marriage about 10 years ago, and each one can do whatever they want, as long as it’s safe. In any case, these days, he is on a European mission, and will be back in 2 weeks.”

I lifted her onto the side wall and spread her legs. The narrow landing strip ended with 2 puffy, reddish labia.

I glanced at her eyes, “Lilian, your cunt looks amazing, like the rest of you. I am hungry, and today you didn’t offer me anything to eat. I’ll have to munch on your pussy.”

Her eyes focused on my face. She remained silent.

I bent and licked her folds, tasting the jacuzzi water mixed with her own juices. Her legs moved apart wider. My tongue began trailing in a circular mode, avoiding her clit. Then it started moving up and down along her snatch, almost touching her love nub. She groaned and extended her pelvis toward my face. Next, my tongue penetrated her pussy, and began dancing the Rumba. Lilian placed her hands on my head and pushed me into her. Her breathing intensified and I felt her muscles start to flex. It was time to let her have her climax. I stuck 2 fingers deep in her vagina, rubbed her G spot and my tongue moved to tap lightly on her clitty. Seconds later, her body extended, and her mouth whimpered. Her body shivered, and if my left hand didn’t catch her in time, she would fall backward. I continued my ministrations for another 10 minutes, prolonging her climax. I slowed down, and gently placed her on the wooden floor.

She opened her eyes, and smiled, “Leo, this was a good one. But you didn’t cum yet. May I return the favor?”

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d rather have sex with you, and have a raincheck for the oral thing…”

Lilian laughed, “Even better – Double the pleasure for me! Is your intention to do it here or in bed?”

“Let’s dry up and go to your bed. I want to play with your body in a comfortable place.”

“Sir, I trust you. Let’s go.”

She went out first, and my eyes followed her round ass cheeks. She knew I’d do it, and swayed her way to the bedroom. I followed her, led by my 7.5″ rock-hard cock.

She lay on the bed and stared at my penis, “Leo, you have a beautiful specimen. If you know how to use it, it will be a perfect day.”

I smirked, “We’ll see about that soon, won’t we?”

I landed between her thighs, and leaned my head to kiss her tempting nipples, which I neglected until now.

She quivered and whispered, “Be gentle, they are very sensitive.”

My lips milked her right nipple, as my hand lightly caressed the left one. She moaned. I aimed my pecker at her entrance and advanced 1/2 an inch inside her. Her moans increased and her hands grabbed me, trying to pull my dick deeper.

I muttered, “Lilian dear, you climaxed once. Now it’s my turn, so be patient.”

She mumbled, “I don’t want to be patient. Please, enter inside…”

I pushed it another inch into her tight pussy, and stopped again, while my hand kneaded her tit slightly rougher.

“Leo, please, I am too horny for games, please, shove it in. Now!”

I whispered in her ear, “Lilian, this was not part of our contract. If you want something extra, I wish to hear the details of what you want me to do.”

“You bastard! I want you to insert your cock inside my cunt and fuck me hard. PLEASE!”

“OK, girl. It’s time for a rollercoaster!”

I shoved my pole all the way in one big stroke and waited there for a moment. She gasped, her pussy trying hard to adjust to the new large hard object. Then I started pounding her vagina at an accelerating pace. Within 2 minutes her torso shook violently, and she began crying. I intensified my pounding into her, and my palm tweaked her nipple harder. Her cries turned into screams, alternating with incoherent mumbling, “Oh, fuuck! God… I caaan’t stoop! Yeeesss!!!”

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Man…. Man, man, man, man, MAN……

Things just feel so FUNKY right now.

Samantha’s been in our bed all day so far. She seems to have started coughing, ever since everyone’s gotten up this morning.

She seemed perfectly fine, when all of us went to bed last night. Being trapped dead center, between all of the girls while we’re sleeping, does give me the vantage point, to be able to tell if any of them seems off. But now Big Sis seems like she’s just come down under the weather all of a sudden… I hope she’s alright.

Cindy, Victoria, Anastasia, Tammy, & Ms Tasha and I, are all dressed, and here together in the living room. There’s a marginal dour mood, cast amongst all the girls and me, as we’re all here just doing our things. We all had a big day planned for us. We were all going to head out together, maybe hit up the mall, the museum, get out and stretch our legs a bit. But now there’s certainly there’s an underlining concern about Samantha, as we’re hoping nothing serious has affected her.

Sitting here on the couch, I look out over at Anastasia, the oldest out of all of us students. She’s standing whilst leaning against the wall, and reading a little book that’s in her hand. For a moment, I can’t help but notice her tall, somewhat curveous figure. This older Goth student, really is eye catchingly beautiful. I still can’t how LUCKY I am, to have been able to have my face between her legs.

I realize that I’m staring at her too much. I begin to try looking someplac else, Anastasia then notices me looking at her. She lefts her head up from her tiny book, she then turns her head towards me, while still standing against the wall. She then flashes me a brief devious smile, and slowly licks her lips, not breaking eye contact with me.

Shocked, my eyes widening HUGE, I then look back down in embarassemt. Remembering all of the kinky things, this senior-year student has done with me. I still can’t believe it…I CAN’T believe it, I got to taste a senior-year’s student’s pussy & her PISS in the shower, at her Sorority house, that I wasn’t even supposed to be in. It was freaking unbelievable. Feeling this hot older Goth student, along with her sexy younger sister, urinate all over my face, and in my mouth in their luxurious shower, as I focused my COMPLETE attention on her pussy was just… God I can’t think about that.

I then look over to Ms Tasha, who is sitting in our recliner. She seems to be rummaging through her purse, looking for something very specific. God, even as she’s minding her business, even though she’s just SEARCHING for something, she looks… absolutely incredible. I can see my teacher’s massive chest, just HEAVING up and down, as she continues to shuffle through her stuff. I can’t help but to stare at my teacher hard, remembering all the crazy times, and realizing how blessed I am to have met her. God her titties are so BIG, and she’s actually allowed me the privilege to suck on them… Ms Tasha notices I can’t take my eyes off of her, I can’t help but to stare at her. My beautiful teacher then flashes me a smile, and turns her body more directly to face me, from the recliner.

“Hmmhmmhmm… now now Danny… are you thinking about something young man?”

Ms Tasha says to me with a grin. Suddenly without notice, Ms Tasha begins to just OPEN her legs right in front of me, to witness. All of the girls erupt in cheers, my jaw absolutely hits the floor. Seeing my gorgeous teacher, spreading her legs right before me, right here right now in the living room. She is wearing midnight-blue panties… She is keeping her legs open, prompting me to keep my attention between her legs. I can’t even help myself. God it’s so SEXY being able to look between Ms Tasha’s legs. I can see little strands, of her Crimson red pussy hairs, God I wish I could taste those again. Just like the time, her, Tammy, and myself spent in the lecture hall after class. How could I ever forget…

“COUGH ! Cough… cough!”

Samantha begins sounding again from the bedroom. All the girls and I begin looking at each other, out of concern.

“Samantha..!! Dear… are you alright in there? Hehe…”

Ms Tasha calls out to her, in a somewhat semi-concerned voice.I look over to Ms Tasha as she speaks to Samantha, wondering why does she not seem so worried.

I then look over directly to my right, and see Cindy sitting right beside me, looking right up towards my face. An expression of slight sadness and concern is written all over her. My beautiful GF is clearly worried about Samantha, as much as I am… I realize I have to do something, and want to make Cindy feel calm any way that I can.

“Danny? Samantha’s going to be alright right?”

Cindy then asks me directly. I take a deep breath, then begin to offer her some words of comfort. It is then feel a tug at my shirt, from the left side of me. I turn then to the left, and see Victoria showcasing the same level of conern for my Samantha.

“Samantha is strong just like you. Our new sister, will not be harmed correct Danny?”

Victoria says to me, in her usual haunting mellow vocal tone. I go to try and answer her, but it is then I notice Cindy crawling up closer to my face. I jump back in surprise of Cindy’s actions, but shockingly notice VICTORIA is starting to move closer to me on the couch too.

“Danny?”

Victoria calls out to me. Looking me dead in my face, with her piercing icicle blue eyes.

“Dannnnnnyyyyy.”

Cindy then says name in her usual playful fashion. I’m stuck between both of these smaller framed students, not really knowing what to expect. I feel my dick twitch suddenly in excitement, knowing what these two are CAPABLE of. Though at times they really don’t seem to get along the best, when they work together (especially on me), they are truly unstoppable.

I feel my GF place her hand on my chest, as she moves her face directly next to me ear, causing me to jump a bit. I then suddenly look down between my legs, as I feel Victoria place her hand down here. She has also moved her face right next to my other ear, it is then both girls begin kissing, and nibbling, and licking against the edges of BOTH of my ears simultaneously.

“Wait…! Hnnnn….”

I moan out loudly. But Cindy and Victoria do not stop. Both girls continue to mess with me, both playing with my ears orally, however they choose. My face immediately goes red, unable to move or rest these two smaller students actions. I moan out loudly again, as Victoria’s hand between my legs, begins shuffling around trying to bring my dick to attention.

“Mmmmnnnnnnnn wa-… wait…”

I try to sputter out, but the two smaller girls do not stop. I look out to the other ladies in the room, and see Tammy, Ms Tasha, and Anastasia all watching with unbreaking attention. I feel Victoria slide down from my ear, and begin kissing and licking all over my neck. Cindy refusing to be outdone, begins going down, and orally teasing me on my neck too.

“Fuck!”

I yell out in half-blinded lust, causing the rest of the girls to erupt into cheers & laughter once again. My dick really starts swelling up inside my pants, as Victoria’s attention to it doesn’t wane. Cindy’s has lifted the front of my shirt up, exposing my hardened nipples for the rest of the girls to witness.

“Mmmmmm you have made the Young Prince horny, Sweet Sister…”

Anastasia calls out to her younger sister. Anastasia bearing that same trademark unreadable expression, that only she and Victoria can project.

Victoria then pulls away from licking my neck, and answers her older sibling.

“It is my duty Beautiful Sister. I must serve his lust dutifully, every time that he needs it…”

Victoria answers Anastasia. She then goes back to kissing, licking, and nibbling on my neck. I then feel Cindy start to pull away from me, she then speaks out to the rest of the girls.

“Danny is MY boyfriend… What kind of selfish GF would I BE, if I didn’t take care of his DICK every single morning. I gotta pee in his mouth, and get out every single drop of his milk, that way I can have it all in my belly oneday.”

Cindy states… The entire room erupts with hoots and cheers, from all of the girls inside the room. Oh my GOD… Why did Cindy have to say that so loudly? Why’d she have to sound so PROUD, talking about pissing in my mouth? Wait… what the HELL did Cindy just say??? Is she saying she wants to have a KID with me oneday? I’m not ready for that… we’re not ready… this is too soon.

I then look down over to Tammy, who is laying on one of our bean bags on the floor staring. She’s laying completely flat on the bean bag, and looking back & UP towards me from the floor, broadcasting the most wicked smile of them all. The firey red-headed cheerleader, really seems to be enjoying the show, being put on, by the two eager younger students.

Wow, she really is pretty… With her stunning red hair (she always keeps in a ponytail). Her athletic physique & prowess, not to mention a firey domineering spirit, that she’s used on me ever since the first day that we met… leading her to piss directly in my mouth, in Cindy’s bedroom over at their Sorority house.

I can’t help but look past her expression, to see she has her TITS completely pulled out… Tammy is playing with her titties, as well as keeping one of her hands inside of her pants, while laying on the floor. Tammy is honestly PLAYING WITH HERSELF, watching Victoria and Cindy putting me into heat along with these two??? Tammy notices that I FINALLY caught on to what she’s been doing, and she then from down the floor, decides to speak up to me.

“You freaking brat Danny! You’re just gonna keep teasing those girls like this? I should come up there right now, and teach you a lesson… Maybe I should go pee pee right in your mouth, one more time… Make you swallow it in front of everybody right here… Have you gulp it down loudly, so everybody can hear it… You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you Danny? You nasty little FRESHMEN. Having my hot pee in your mouth swishing around, so you can taste it, and remember it’s flavor all day?”

Tammy says… Oh my god… I can NOT believe she just uttered that.OPENLY… right in front of everyone… My dick JUMPS in anticipation, at what Tammy had just exclaimed. Would she really do that? Would she go… pee in my mouth again? Right here, right now in the living room???

No… NO… got to fight my hormones. I try to look away from Tammy, but I am unable to. I keep staring at her playing with herself. She seems to really be getting turned on, seeing her nice sized titties jiggle around, as she contines to play in her pants. I keep my focus on her, and I instinctually lick my lips, staring right at her hungrily.

“His dick jumped…”

Victoria calls out. it’s true… What Tammy had said, really turned me on. I honestly WANT to be able to taste her piss again, what am I gonna do???

God these girls… these GIRLS… How did I get into this? How did a situation this crazy, even come to be in my life???

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●Samantha – My big Sister… Stunning… Absolutely stunning… A natural beauty, with statuesque physique. She’s got a body, that seems sent down from heaven. Big Tits. Gorgeous hips & thighs. With a fluffy juicy butt… God, I can’t believe I even look at her so lustfully. She’s 1 year older than me. Green eyes, long flowing brown hair. About the same height as me… maybe a half inch taller. With her knockout figure, she’s always teased me in subtle little ways. Even when we were younger. I really try not to think of Big Sis in erotic ways, but she really gets such pleasure, in tempting me any chance that she gets. Big Sis is simply irreplaceable.

●Cindy – Samantha and my childhood friend. We’ve all known each other, since forever. All growing up together, we’ve always been inseperable… I’ve always had a secret crush on her. She’s the same age as Samantha. She’s super cute, really smart, with an infectious smile. Natural shoulder length blonde hair, with deep blue eyes… She’s a bit of a nerd, also quite the shortstack. I can’t remember how long I’ve been in love with her, probably since I was a kid. She’s always been playful with me. My heart truly belongs to her. Confessing my true feelings, was the best thing I’ve ever did. No wonder I’m so head over heels for Cindy. She’s everything I could’ve hoped to find in a GF… even if she’s a bit of a playful brat sometimes. 🙂

●Victoria – Where do I begin… GOTH… The very definition of the word “alluing”. She’s got really long raven black hair. Just like her clothes, which tends to be black. Really soft spoken… she really tends to LOOK, more than she tends to speak. Not to mention, her eyes are a light icele blue. This girl is simply STUNNING. Her face is that of curiosity, and pure innocense on top of it. But that’s all just a ruse. Beneath her cute tiny exterior (she’s honestly just a hair shorter than Cindy), lurks a devious kinky little MONSTER. She’s just so fucking cute… We met in a shared class, taught by our teacher Ms Tasha. She’s the same age as me. The more time we spend together… the closer and closer we seem to get. She’s so fascinating to me, a part of me is growing ever more infatuated with her. I think I might be catching feelings.

●Anastasia – This girl… this girl right HERE… She is just so… damn.. fine. A senior year student. She is the older sister of Victoria. Gothic style just like her younger sister. She’s the oldest out of all of us students. The tallest out of all the girls, just slightly taller than me. We first met, when I was snuck over into hers/Cindys/Victorias/Tammys Sorority house… But more on Tammy later (oh my god). Samantha and Cindy had ordred me, to walk over to the front door of the Sorority, and open it, letting Anastasia/Tammy/Victoria in. I actually had Cindy and Samantha’s PANTIES IN MY MOUTH. My Big Sis & GF wanted the other three girls to see it. I really didn’t know what to say, When they all looked at me. I tried spitting their panties out, but was ordered to stop doing so. Anastasia’s friendly/calm demeanor just automatically kicked in, and she made me feel better in the strangely odd erotic situation. As beautiful as she is, what I honestly appreciate abouther the most, is her soothing, calm, mature presence that just… always makes me feel better.

●Tammy – The fireball. The livewire of the bunch… It is NEVER a dull moment, whenever Tammy starts being playful. God, I honestly love that about her. Firey red hair, and a demeanor to totally match. She’s a third year student, which makes Anastasia the only student older than her. She’s a cheerleader at our university. Tammy and I actually first met, when Cindy invited me over to her Sorority house, thinking her and I could be alone. I came over to fix Cindy’s bed (which she messed up by actually jumping up and down on it like a kid, having the house all to herself). Cindy rewarded me for repairing her bed for her by… letting me put my face between her legs. I was TRULY in heaven at that moment. I got to taste my GFs juices, even some of her pee. But to my shock… Tammy had come into the room, and stood their silently, while recording me drinking Cindy’s juices, from their bedroom doorway with her cell phone. It was a horrifying moment for me kinda, but Tammy promised not to snitch about me being there, if Cindy would let her… USE my services, which Cindy happily (laughingly) did so. I ended up laying face up on Cindy’s bed. Tammy stood directly over my face, and I serviced this older student’s delicious pussy. Drinking everything she was willing to give. Ever since then, Tammy has enjoyed teasing me, and using my services, to get pleasure anytime she needs it. She’s so wicked and playful, it’s almost surprising that her and Ms Tasha are actually SISTERS…

●Ms. Tasha – The Goddess… The Queen of the Castle… A teacher at our local University. She heads at least one of the classes, that all of the girls and I take. Her figure is simply ASTOUNDING. Her tits are HUGE, her ass and hips are simply INCREDIBLE. It’s a wonder why she choose to be a teacher, instead of a famous SUPER MODEL or something. She could easily do it if she wanted. Not only this, she is Tammy’s Big Sister. Red hair just like Tammy’s. But Ms Tasha’s is certainly a darker hue of red. Honestly Crimson like. She cares a lot about all of her students, especially me for some reason. I think she’s worried my grades will slip, I won’t let that happen though I promise. One day Tammy walked over to Ms Tasha before class, and showed her the pictures she took of me, in her Sorority bedroom. They both flased a wicked smile at me and…. Both of them used my services to their COMPLETE satisfaction after our class. Their pussies taste so idential, just like Anastasia & Victoria taste so alike. Having Ms Tasha’s guidance (especially when my face is between her legs), has been so helpful to my existence.

During the pandemic, Samantha and the rest of the girls from over at the Sorority house, had a conversation without me. It was decided, that they’d all move in “temporarily”, to Big Sis’ and my 2 bedroom apartment, that way we could all monitor each others safety…

But even with everything winding down, it seems the girls all have an hidden agreement, that staying all together under one roof, is just much more fun.

Ohhhhh boy…

Samantha’s mattresses was moved into my bedroom, along with some more that were bought. Turning “MY” bedroom, into kind of community sleeping area. We all fit together just fine. Sleeping together next to 6 girls however, comes with it’s own set of… situations sometimes.

You would think living side by side, with 6 beautiful girls would be great… right??? Or so at first, that’s what I thought. Don’t get me wrong… I’m not REALLY complaining… they’re all gorgeous to look at. I can barely keep my dick under control, when any of them start messing with me. But when one starts teasing and messing around with me, they ALL seem to dog-pile on me together. Often leaving me even barely able to speak.

These are our stories… These are our crazy adventures… Who knows what the hell they’ll come up with today. I guess… all I can do is watch and find out together.

Let’s go!!! Hopefully they don’t screw me up TOO much today.

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“Well Starzbet now…”

Ms Tasha calls out to all of the girls, while simultaneously clapping her hands, bearing a friendly smile across her face.

“I think that it would be best, if us girls went out to the store, and bring back Samantha some… hehe… medicine.”

She exclaims while still smiling. Victoria and Cindy immediately pull away from playing with me. Leaving me breathing hard, and comepletely flustered while sitting on the couch.

“Samanthaaaa… we’ll be heading out for a moment now… hehe… We’ll get you some things, to make you feel better. Alright dear???”

Ms Tasha then says…

“Alright Ms Tasha… (c-COUGH cough). I think… I’ll feel better with some rest.”

Samantha responds back to Ms Tasha, from the bedroom. Cindy and Victoria spring up from the couch, Anastasia stands up straight, from posting on the wall, I then see Tammy get up from the bean bag on the floor. Her perky sizable titties still hanging from out of her shirt, she’s not even trying to tuck them back into her bra. Still bearing her signature playful domineering grin, she just walks DIRECTLY over to me.

Cindy and Victoria scatter from the couch, leaving me sitting here all by myself. Lustfully, partially still in a trance, I look directly up at Tammy. She stares back down directly/confidently back at me. Towering high above me while she stands, her gaze sharpens still smiling down at me, she places both her hands onto her hips.

“So! You really think you’re ALL THAT, don’t you Danny!? You really think you’re gonna MESS with these poor innocent girls, right in FRONT OF ME, and pretend nothing even happened right? You fucking brat! You need to be taught a LESSON, for turning me on like this.”

The girls begin to cheer at Tammy’s playful antics. I instantly look over to my side, as I think I even hear SAMANTHA, laughing a little bit at the situation from the bedroom.

“Here!”

Tammy immediately scolds. Taking her finger, and pointing it directly at her crotch. I ignore her directions, and choose to look up towards her instead. I can see BOTH Tammy’s nice tits hanging out of her shirt, GOD she’s really got a hell of a body on her. Being quite the athletic type, not to mention a cheerleader here at college, really does show in her physique. The tone & contrasts of her well-definded figure, is really damn mesmerizing to look at and admire, being up close.

“Here Danny..! Now!”

Tammy scolds me again, this time even louder. Signaling, that she’s pointing towards her crotch area once again. She wants me to stare at her pussy region of her pants. I feel a cold streak pass over my body, I feel myself lowering my head & my eyes, directly down to where her pussy is.

“That’s It… Be A GOOD Boy Danny!”

Tammy commends me. My eyes fully drop down, and fixate COMPLETELY onto the crotch of Tammy’s jeans. Tammy is still pointing directly at her pussy area, my mouth begins to open up, and hanging down slowly. It is then I actually notice, I can catch just the FAINTEST whiff, of her aroma which is seeping out the front of her croth region in her jeans. My eyes widen as I detect Tammy’s pussy scent. It… it smells MOIST down here between her legs. I can… I can… kinda TELL, she MUST have been horny watching, Victoria, Cindy, and myself getting busy here on the couch.

“Smell Good? Do you smell something you like Danny??? Be a good boy, do your job… open my pants up, and sniff up every bit of my wetness…”

Tammy commands me. I need no further instruction… I immediately lunge forward off of the couch, right down onto my knees, before the older red-headed student. Like I wild animal, I immediately begins shuffling around Tammy’s pants. Her button… Her zipper… I get them both open and undone, trying to get to my prize, and do whatever this beautiful sassy cheerleader wants.

“Mmmmmm he wishes to serve Tammy now. Such a good, obedient Young Prince.”

I hear Anastasia utter, from off in the distance. I am so HORNY, I can’t take my eyes off of Tammy’s unbuttoned pants. I see Tammy is wearing distinctive dark BLUE panties today. Wow, they’re so pretty… I kinda thought maybe she’d have on some red panties, for some reason. Kinda match her firey personality a bit.

“Yeahhh… he needs my pussy in his mouth always! He’s a fucking brat! If a woman doesn’t dominate his mouth, the way that he needs it, he’ll never be truly happy satisfied deep down. Ain’t that right boy!?”

Tammy scolds sterly down towards me. Her words come down on me from up high, seeming like there’s a hidden authority within them I kind of enjoy. Such a strange feeling, every time I’m with her. Is the smell of her pussy turning me on THAT MUCH??? The fragrance between Tammy’s legs, grows even stronger I notice. I begin sniffing at it loudly, as the girls notice and begin cheering out super loud in the apartment.

“My goodness Danny… you are hungry today aren’t you? I haven’t seen you so happy being down on your knees, since you licked my pussy and my asshole in the lecture hall that day… You remember that moment danny? You pushed your tongue so FAR up my asshole, it felt amazing… I still remember how hard I came inside of your mouth.”

Ms Tasha calls over to me. A SHOCK of my lustful hormones, comepletely rushes over me. FUCKKK how could I ever forget that day. Serving Tammy & Ms Tasha in the lecture hall AT THE SAME TIME after class, was one of the most forbidden and erotic moments in my entire LIFETIME. I’m so grateful to God, these two actually allowed me the privilege of serving them.

My mouth hangs down fully open, reminiscing of the past. I can’t… I can barely think straight, as the girls have some strange hold over me, causing me to feel like I’m slipping into a trance of hot wetness and lust.

“Here!!!”

Tammy scolds me again, pointing back to her pussy region. Snapping her finger TWICE, and pointing fircely between her legs, commanding me NOT to take my attention away from her.

“Pull my pants down a little, and pull my panties to the side Danny! You know what to do little boy…”

Tammy commands, in a sexy way down towards me. I instantly give in to her demands. I slide Tammy’s jeans down towards her thighs, then reach towards her panties, and dutifully pull & hold them over to the side. Tammy is kind enough to open her legs a little for me. I’m so lucky! She’s actually ALLOWING me, to serve her magnificent pussy.

Taking in the moment, feeling overcome by pure joy, I can not but help but to marvel at Tammy’s pussy. Her firey red pussy hair (though not as dark as Ms Tasha’s), standing out proudly. All of the girls trim their pubes a little, and Tammy is no exception. Her pussy hair is almost glowing, because of the hot red hues of her color between her legs. The smell down here is EXQUISITE, her moist pussy musk, is completely clogging up my senses. I take in an extra loud SNIFF, while my eyes start to squint, the girls all see & hear me do it, and they erupt in cheers, for my respecting of Tammy’s pussy.

“Mmmmmm that’s it boy. Put that clit in your mouth…”

Tammy commands from way above me. I instantly do as I am told, and lean forward, sucking Tammy’s clitoris in my mouth. I suck on it hard at first, Tammy’s legs SHAKE harmoniously from the initial pleasure. I place my other free hand on Tammy’s thigh, I let Tammy’s clit out of my mouth a little, before licking circles around it, and sucking it little clit right back in.

“Ohhh!!!”

I hear Tammy bellow out from above me. I can’t even deny the fact, of how WET Tammy’s pussy is down here. Tammy’s cum was EVERYWHERE down between her legs. Now I can feel her warm pussy liquids, mostly at the bottom of my chin, and towards the lower-right hand part of my face.

God Tammy’s cum is really really HOT, she must have been getting pretty excited, watching Cindy and Victoria playing with me for so long. Her pussy’s flavor is more salty than anything. It’s salty yet feminine, hot & definitely musky, with a sexy slight bitterness to it. God, there really is something special about this slightly older student’s cum. I can’t believe I have my FACE between the legs, of one of the college’s cheerleaders once again.

“Mmmmm fuck…”

I hear Tammy moan out. The girls all cheer again, marveling at my performance. I feel Tammy’s legs open a bit wider now, and immediately feel Tammy’s hand, towards the top/rear of my head. I can feel Tammy’s hand playing with my hair a little, but she’s also starting to PULL on the back of my head towards her soaking pussy.

“Mnnnnhnnn yea Danny…”

Tammy utters. I KNOW my job. I KNOW what I am supposed to do. I have to SERVE this woman’s pussy, I have to make ABSOLUTELY sure, she is receiving all the pleasure that she requires. I open my mouth a bit wider, and try to take more of Tammy’s PUSSY into my mouth. I make a loud (slurping) noise, the girls all cheer once again. I try and Tammy tries as well, to fit ALL of her wet pussy, inside of my mouth. Her cum completely soaks, both sides of my lips. Tammy’s flavor from her pussy hole, become even darker and even hotter. I just slurp over and over against Tammy’s wet clit, her hips are now BUCKING slightly against my wet pussy soaked mouth.

“God… Eat that!!”

Tammy cries out more forcefully. I keep Tammy’s panties pulled to the side, I will NOT let her pussy down, I will do my absolutely BEST, to ensure this junior-year student’s pussy, is served 100% to her satisfaction. My head is bouncing back and forth, against Tammy’s bucking hips. I can feel her cum completely dribbling, down onto my t-shirt. Tammy’s legs open even WIDER now, and her hips begin just SLAMMING into my face. I can hear her breathing hard, from up above me.

“More… MORE Danny… I need to, I nee-…. Hahhhh!!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..”

Tammy screams out. Her moans and yells, completely fill up our living room. Her hips and pussy, are completely smearing all over my face & my lips. God, her flavor is fucking delicious. Getting to eat out an older student, is an absolute PRIVILEGE I will never disrespect. I keep sluring on Tammy’s clitoris, every time she is kind enough, to put it in my face. I take dutiful time, sucking on it everytime she’s thrust forward, without a single thought. Tammy’s legs begin shaking hard one last time, almost like she’s trying to SHAKE the last droplets of her pussy juices, out from between her legs. I swallow down every bit of cum, that the cheerleader gives me. I swallow it down some more, and wait until Tammy’s orgasam is thorough and complete. Her legs stop shaking, and I feel my job serving her pussy is done. I look up and Tammy, from down on my knees, looking to see how she feels at my performance.

“Mmmmm good boy… Fuck… You’ve done good this time Danny… WAIT! Hahaha…. Look at all that cum on your face. Who the hell did that to YOU Danny???”

Tammy giggles. The rest of the girls burst out laughing at me as well, I can even hear Samantha giggling inside of the bedroom. Everyone knowing what Tammy had just did to me, I can’t help but smile as well, as I feel so PROUD of making Tammy feel so good.

She then zips up and buttons her own pants, after stepping back from my face. Fuck, my breath smells really STRONG now, breathing in and out, catching the scent deep from Tammy’s pussy.

All of the girls begin making a motion towards the front door of the apartment. I know they said they’re going to head out, to get some medicine for Samantha. I hope they won’t be gone for too long, there’s too many people acting a fool out there these days.

Ms Tasha heads out the door first, swishing her curvaeous ASS behind her, causing me to stare. She then turns back towards me, as I’m still down on my knees, and My beautiful teacher addresses me with a smile.

“Now Danny… All of us are counting on you… You do good now, and watch over your sister, while we’re away. I promise I’ll bring back something good for you too, young man alright?”

She says, then heads right out of the door. Next Anastasia follows behind our teacher, but turns briefly backward towards me, smiling & speaks.

“I will return to you shortly, my young handsome Prince. I have something incredible planned for you, later on tonight…”

She says in her Goth-like almost monotone, sort of way. I look up towards Anastasia confused, wondering what the hell she’s talking about. It is then I see her raise up her index, and middle finger of one of her hands, and she slowly runs her TONGUE, from the base of her fingers, all the way up to the tips. My eyes widen suddenly, as Anastasia then turns forward and heads through the door. Who then follows behind her, is Tammy’s wild ass with her hands on her hips. Swishing her Ass REALLY HARD, just like her older sister, proudly attempting to get me to look at it.

I look down at Tammy’s ass uncontrolably. Damn it… How does she keep DOING THIS???

“Mmmmm yeah! Danny…?”

Tammy says. Playfully-sternly down towards me, not even looking back in my direction, as she stands in our doorway, with her hands still at her hips.

“Yeah uh… What the hell’s up Tammy???”

I clear my throat and say, back towards the older cheerleader student. Tammy’s erotic pussy smell, is still radiating hot out of my breath. I try to clear it from me, but it’s no use, the scent is so strong and tasty, it ABSOLUTELY smells like this 3rd year college student’s hole.

“You LOVE how this pussy tastes. Right Danny???”

Tammy says down towards me. From on my knees still, I can’t help but stare at Tammy’s beautiful ass. Try as I might, she’s just so… damned attractive. Keeping my eyes glued onto Tammy’s butt, she then procedes to reach back with both of her hands off her hips, then plants them firmly on both of her butt cheeks.

“Mmmmm I can’t HEEAAARRRR YOU Danny. I asked you a question. You better tell me the truth, you horny Freshmen.”

Tammy says to me. She starts rubbing her butt in circles, I can’t take my eyes off of this beautiful 3rd year student for a second. I can hear the other girls are paying attention, to Tammy messing with me again. God… why… she just makes me so fucking horny. My dick hasn’t gone down, since Cindy & Victoria have started messing with me. Falling under a spell caused by Tammy’s pussy scent all around my breath, I cannot help but to answer the gorgeous older student directly.

“Yes Tammy. Your pussy tasted SOOO good. I really appreciate, you allowing me the HONOR, to eat you out to an orgasm once again. I would gladly eat your pussy or your asshole, anytime you needed some relief.”

I murmur outward. All of the girls cheer once more again, a little shame comes over me, but even greater is a sense of pride. That is ABSOLUTELY how I feel, for any of the girls really. Anytime, any place, I’m MORE than willing, to take care of the needs of their pussy.

“Good boy! Just for that… when I get back from the store, I’m probably going to have to pee real bad. You’re going to drink it, as soon as I come back Danny.”

Tammy says to me, rubbing her butt still. Tammy then stops rubbing her ass, and walks out of the door moving proudly. Victoria then follows right behind Tammy immediately. Inside of the doorway, Victoria stops, looks back towards me, then she too speaks out over to me.

“I will return shortly my Prince. I will be saddened, being away from you. When I return, I will give you everything you wish. My mouth, my pussy, my ass… my soul will be completely yours to dominate, anyway you see fit my love.”

Victoria says to me. Keeping that same Gothic, almost monotone frame of voice, that her and Anastasia are both highly known to produce. Gothic girls sure are an interesting bunch. WAIT… did Victoria just say, she’d even give me her ASS? I mean… I have eaten her out, multiple times already. Her pussy and her asshole, are quite delicious. But… she’d… let me put my dick inside of there too???

I look hard over at Victoria, from on the floor still. She cracks me a mischievous, yet somewhat unreadable smile… I SWEAR, between her and Anastasia, trying to make heads or tails, on whether they are SERIOUS or not, even what they’re thinking, is really difficult most of the time. Those almost nearly blank expressions that they do, really makes them… alluring, in an almost haunting, kind of distant yet loving sort of way.

Still… Victoria would really let me, fuck her in her ASS? I mean I WOULD… right? She’s so short… and nicely slender, just like Cindy is. I couldn’t image, just how TIGHT Victoria would be. God, I bet it would feel absolutely incredible, if she’d let me smash that way. Shit… if ANY of them, would let me hit it from the back like that… I mean, I’ve already eaten all of their asses before.

I stare continuously at Victoria, almost starting to feel warm at her sight. She’s still looking at me, flashing her unreadable expression in silence. What is this strange feeling, she’s starting to make me occupy?

“Nooooo you DON’T!”

Cindy creeps up from behind, to Victoria. My little short blonde GF, begins moving the similarly short Goth girl, through the apartment doorway.

“You’re not going ANYWHERE near my Danny, unless I say so you NASTY Goth!”

Cindy spites. My little girlfriend gets Victoria further out the door. Victoria clearly offering somewhat of a resistence, not trying to leave with the others just yet.

“Save me my Prince… The wicked NERD, has me in her cluthes.”

Victoria moans out to me. I watch Cindy out-wrestle, and easily get Victoria all the way out of the apartment. After Victoria is out of sight, Cindy being the only one left in the doorway, my GF turns back to me, with her adorable playful smile, that I’ve come to love.

“Hehehe… Don’t worry Danny. I won’t let any of these COWS, take advantage of you, so long as I’m around. You know what? When the time comes… I know you and me, will have a BIG HAPPY family together. I’m gonna have your face between my legs SOOOO much. Your breath is going to smell like, my coochie and my pee almost every single day I love youuuuu!”

Cindy says over to me. Her words really do make me feel peaceful. I finally begin getting up off from the floor, and sit myself back down onto the couch. I stare again towards my GF, who is still offering me her purest happiest smile. God, I really do love Cindy. it’s Starzbet Giriş amazing, that God blessed me with a GF, who is so precious, yet is kick ass in her own cool little way.

“Cow!? But Danny loves sucking these big titties of mine. He’s said to me in private, how he loves them so much…”

Ms Tasha gleefully, yet teasingly utters. Completely out of my line of eye sight. Having the LARGEST TITS out of all the girls, I wonder was she making FUN of the rest of the laides, since theirs aren’t as big as our teacher’s.

“The young Prince is infatuated, with my Empress chest. He has said they taste absolutely exquiste, and can never get enough…”

Anastasia then kicks in, from the other side of the apartment front door.

“Nasty fucking Freshmen! I let him taste my titties constantly! He’s told me so much, that mine without a doubt, taste the best of them all!”

Tammy chimes in loudly next.

“I felt in my heart, my Prince deep loves my breasts. Everytime I let him have me, he instantly goes to them… Once he has even uttered, how he wishes my milk would come out. I feel like my breasts have gotten bigger, from my Prince sucking on them, whenever we’re together…”

Victoria then says, quite softly from the background. I can’t help but blush a little, from what the girls have all just said. It is true… I HAVE sucked on all of these girls titties, more than once. What can I say… they TASTE GOOD. Just like their pussies, just like their ass holes, I’m more proud than anything of that fact. I’m a little worried however. Someone might HEAR THEM, saying all of this so openly and proud.

I see Cindy now has a somewhat annoyed expression, due to what all of the girls have just said. It’s written clearly across her face. I might’ve fucked up… I can see it. Surprisingly, my GF brings back her pure, joyful smile. She then looks at me again in pure silence, then she looks briefly towards my side a little, she then speaks out towards me once more.

“Alright… We’re off Danny! You be good in my absence OK!? Don’t go getting into any trouble… Take care of your sister!”

Cindy says. I go to answer her, wanting to make sure she’s not too upset with me. But before I can get a single word out, Cindy cuts me off, to finish her statement.

“And Samantha… you take care of Danny as well!”

Cindys says, still looking over towards the side of me. My eyes JUMP in confusion, and I look over towards my side from the couch, and who do I see… It’s Samantha, flashing me an almost HUNGRY wicked-like grin.

“Oh yeah… Count on it…”

Samantha says. Not breaking eye contact with me, even for a moment.

“Hehehe…”

I hear Cindy laugh , before closing the front apartment door behind her… Quicker than I can get out a word, Samantha just tackles me from across the arm-rest of the couch, completely onto the cushions towards the center.

“Waughughh!”

I yell out, as I am completely unable to resist my Big Sister’s power and speed. She brings me down flat on couch, and immediately props herself up on top of me.

Coming out of my daze of mind fog, from just being jumped by my big sister, I can see she’s still wearing the same long grey t-shirt that she slept in last night, as well as some basic white panties… I look my Big Sister up and down, and notice she’s not even saying a word. Samantha is simply maintain her coy hungry-smile, looking down upon me, as she straddles me, with both of her hands on my chest.

I try to wiggle around a bit, giving one last ditch effort, to get from underneath Samantha… It’s no use… She’s got me trapped. My big sister, has completely has me pinned directly underneath her. Samantha’s coy expression grows even more confident, I can’t help but notice how Big Sis’ chest bounced around, from my wiggles trying to get from underneath her.

Laying underneath Samantha in silence, my eyes can’t help but gazes downward towards her rather large tits. My eyes jump a bit once again, as I can easily see Samantha’s nipples poking through her t-shirt. God damn… look at them… they’re so fucking BIG, for real. I keep my eyes on Big Sis’ tits even more, I see her chest heaving and bouncing up and down as she breathes. Oh fuck… I think my dick just twitched. It really hasn’t even gone down fully, from when Cindy & Victoria were messing with me here on the couch.

“What is THAT Danny!? Is that something for me???”

Samantha says from up above me. I still can’t help but take my eyes off her titties, but I then feel one of my Big Sister’s hands, starting to slip inside of my pants. I wince a bit at first, from the pleasure feeling of my Big Sis’ soft hand. I can feel Samantha slowly guiding the tips of her fingers, completely along the length of my dick inside of my jeans.

“Nggghhmm… wait… Sis…”

I murmur outward. My body feels really warm, as I am becoming hypnotized, being unable to stop looking at my older sister’s tits. Oh fuck… Samantha is purposely bouncing her tits around in front of me now. God…. Her nipples look even MORE erect. They keep gyrating and jiggling up and down, I can’t take my EYES away from them at ALL…

It is then I hear the zipper of my pants, getting pulled down. Samantha reaches her soft hand, through my zipper, into the crotch hole of my boxers. My dick is hard as STEEL, as Samantha then brings it out, and rubs my dick completely against the front of her panties between her thighs.

The sensation of my Big Sister’s panties, is a complete and utter SHOCK to me. My Big Sis’ undies feel ungodly soaking wet. My eyes jump again in shock at the sensation. It literally feel like her panties were dipped in hot water, as she then slides my dick up and down her soggy underwear.

“Mmmmmm… Can you feel that Danny? My panties have been sticky and wet, ever since I woke up this morning. I had a really good dream about you last night, when I slept. When I woke up, my pussy was soaking wet, my panties must’ve soaked it all up.”

Samantha says down to me… My dick JUMPS even harder in excitement, from her words. Did Big Sis really dream about ME??? What did her and I do? It’s all so much, to take in during the moment. It is then I feel Samantha’s hand taking my dick, and MOVING her panties over to the side… I still cannot take my eyes away from Samantha’s big big titties, she has me completely under her spell. I can feel Samantha rubbing my dick, all along the folds of her pussy. Her pussy hairs graze across my dick, letting me feel the droplets of her cum between her legs. It’s like she’s simply WIPING her juices all over my dick, choosing to give all of it to me. Samantha keep using my dick, as her own personal pussy rag. I can feel that my dick has been utterly covered in Samantha’s cum.

“Mmmmmm feel that Danny… All of that is for you. YOU did this do me in my dream last night, it’s only right that I give all this to you little boy.”

Samantha says down to me. My eyes are still fixated on her marvelous tits, I just love these big huge things so much, I want to taste them SOOOO BADLY.

Samantha notices, I haven’t taken my eyes away from her chest. Shockingly s he stops rubbing my dick all over her bare pussy, she proceeds to crawl FORWARD a bit, and then hook the back of my head, inside of her t-shirt directly under her tits.

“OH MY GOD Samantha!”

I bellow out, from inside of my Big Sister’s t-shirt. From inside I can see everything, as I suspected she wasn’t even wearing a bra. Samantha’s titties are absolutely astounding, so soooo BIG. My Big Sister’s areola are nice healthy proportion, in size her her huge titties. The way they MOVE, the way they JIGGLE, from here inside of her shirt, Samantha’s tits freely jiggle every way with her movements.

“Mmmmmm, is that what you wanted Danny? You like Big Sister’s tits all up in your face??? Perverted little boy…”

Samantha says from above me. I can only imagine her SUPERIOR expression, that she’s wearing on her face right now. She has me exactly where she WANTS ME, no… this is where I WANT to be. Even the smell inside of here, is absoltuely incredible. Big Sister’s tits, even though she seems a little sweaty, smell so fucking HOT inside of her shirt. Samantha lowers her tits on top of my face from above. Both of them MUSH on top of me, my face goes right in the middle of them, their sweat SMEARS across the inner-right side of my face. God I’m so happy… I’m so HAPPY feeling this. My Big Sister’s huge warm breasts, are in my face, I can smell them, I want to know what they taste like today.

I start to lick the crack between Samantha’s titties. YEP… I was right… they ARE sweaty a little. My poor Big Sister, I’ve been lacking in my responsibilities. Has she been sweating, has she been suffering through this, all this entire time??? It’s no matter now, I know what I must do. I’m have to CLEAN my Big Sister’s titties, use my tongue to make her breasts prestine and lovely, they way they’re SUPPOSED to be.

“Mmmmmm Danny. I can feel you licking my tits. Do they taste good, you tiny little pervert? Answer Big Sister… Do my titties taste good Danny???”

Samantha says confidently… I pull my face out of Samantha’s crack a little, to answer her directly.

“Uh huh! Your titties taste SUPER good, Big Sis… I’m so grateful, you’re allowing me to clean and taste them for you.You are so great!”

I utter in response uncontrolibly. I get my face back in DEEP, of Samantha’s titty crack. I taste my sweet precious time, licking and lapping at all of her slightly salty titty sweat. Samantha is helping me, rubbing her tits all over my face. My face and my mouth, have truly become her titty-sweat rag. This must be what pure JOY feels like. I’m cleaning my Big Sisters titty’s off, she’s giving ME the privilege, of tasting her big beautiful tits under her shirt…

“Mmmmmm oh fuck…”

I hear Samantha moan out, as she lifts her shirt off from the top of my head. Being able to see Samantha’s face, it appears she’s in a bit of discomfort.

“What’s WRONG Sis? Was my job not satisfactory for you??? I can do better if you wish!”

I say in urgency to her. I WANT to make sure, that Samantha is utterly satisfied, with my cleaning of her precious tits for her. I look up at her longingly, awaiting her answer to me. I need my Big Sister to GUIDE ME, in whichever direction she wants me to go for her.

“Mmmmphhhh… gotta piss. My panties have been soaked, all the way since this morning. I should’ve just put your FACE between my legs, and went to the bathroom right in your mouth, in the bed, while everyone was sleeping. My PANTIES wouldn’t be so soaked and ruined right now…”

Samantha says. My mouth hangs open a bit. Would she really have gone to the bathroom, in my mouth, right in my own BED, while the rest of the girls were sleeping beside us???

“Yeah… you should have…”

I utter in response, without the slighest bit of control, or resistance… Samantha laughs down in my face at my reponse. Then goes right back, to her superior expression that she had upon her face once again.

“Mmmmmm… Save me Danny. Be my hero once again… Help me go to the bathroom one more time… please Danny.”

My Big Sisters says down to me. This time with a softened yet sexy tone, while still maintaining her sexy, confident, in-control demeanor. My body literally twitches for a moment. Samantha sees that her words have excited me. I notice real quickly, that her smile grew even MOREplayful/devious, as I began shuffling beneath her, and she moves off top of me, and we both get up off the couch.

“Pleeeeasssse. I need to go PEE PEE Danny. Will you help me go right now. I’ve already peed so MUCH into my underwear, needing your help. Please please please!?”

Samantha says even softer right in my face. I look at her innocent pleading expression, as my dick gets SUPER HARD from her request. I quickly reach both of my hands out towards Samantha, and grab both of her own, walking backwards guiding my beautiful Big Sis, towards our apartment bathroom.

Never breaking eye contact with Samantha even for a moment, I feel the bathroom door, I bump it open with my back, and pull Samantha slowly inside. I pull Samantha over to the toilet seat. Living currently with so many females, I see the seat has already been left down. Looking back towards Samantha, her devious expression is still written all over her face. Samantha clearly wants this moment to happen, she must’ve been planning to get me alone, so she could play with me like this again.

“Alright Sis… I’m gon- (AHEM!) I’m gonna help you pull your panties down ok.”

I say directly to me gorgeous Big Sister. Kneeling downward to the floor, I can’t even HELP but slide my FACE, between her big, soft, fluffy tits. Which causes me to sniff as LOUD as I can. I couldn’t miss the opportunity, to smell my Big Sis’ beautiful tits could I?

“Oh! Hahaha…”

Samantha giggles out. She then falls back onto the toilet seat, and opens her legs, before I even have the opportunity to get her panties off. I look slightly upward at her in confusion, from on the bathroom floor. Samantha’s expression is still right there, she’s planning something. I’ve got a feeling in my gut, that Big Sis is getting closer to her Master Plan.

“You know what… Can we leave them on? My panties are already soaked… I think it might be fun to SEE what happens. Can’t you smell them Danny??? My pee pee really squirted, inside my panties earlier. While all those other heffers were taking away your attention before, I needed MY little brother, MY Danny to watch have my piss this morning. Now some of it, is embedded forever inside of these soggy undies.”

I exhale and look downward to the floor at that moment. Samantha’s powreful words, take the breath right out of me. Big Sis’ notices my demeanor, and giggles from high up above me. Finally paying closer attention, WOW…. I actually CAN smell her underwear, from even down here on the floor between her legs. My eye close a little down here, and I begin sniffing at the air. There’s no mistaking it, that’s the smell of my Big Sister’s urine, AND the smell of her pussy juices, mixted together real DEEP inside of her white tight underwear.

“That’s it… Smell it..? You like that boy..? Does Big Sis’ dirty wet panties smell good to you, down there boy???”

Samantha says to me. Her tone is so INCREDIBLY sexy. It feel so richly, deeply embarassing, that my Big Sister knows how to turn me on so much. I can’t even help but sniff the air even HARDER… The strong salty fragrance of Samantha’s piss, completely fills my senses, drawing me to crave it even more. GOD it smells good… My Big Sis’ pee inside of her dirty underwear, is one of the most addicting things, I’ve evern smelled.

“Danny…”

My gorgeous Older Sister, calls down to me. I muster up the strength, to look up to her directly. She then simply takes her finger, and points it directly between her legs. She begins to lean backwards a bit, while sitting on the toilet. I need no furthere instruction, Samantha is beckoning me, to come to her… her pussy is in need of service.

I crawl forward a bit to Samantha, her legs are open nice and wide, to accommodate me between her. I learn my face forward, getting it RIGHT in between her legs. My nose and mouth and now TOUCHING her underwear. The smell… her smell is so STRONG… it smells even MORE bitter, yet good, wet, and salty… her panties are wet to the touch on my skin. Even her pussy hairs, feel nice and damp. I can’t help myself, but to kiss and the pussy region between her panties. I kiss Big Sister’s underwear, and FEEL her pissy cum now stuck on my lips. I notice Samantha put up her leg to my right, and place it directly onto my shoulder.

“Nnnnn YEAH… I like that… That’s comfortable. You’re going to be my chair, for the moment Danny… “

I then feel one of Samantha’s hands, place on the top of my head. Her other hand goes down, right between my face and her underwear. What is Samantha doing? I try to lap at her underwear once again. My tongue lashes against her fingers, trying to get to the warm bitter moisture, that’s been harboring inside of her panties for me. I lap at it again, hoping Big Sis would part open her fingers for me. Samantha keeps her fingers closed, almost causing me to let out a whimpering begging MOAN, signaling I NEED to taste her piss once again. Samantha’s hand on top of my head, brings me even closer. Now my face is practically MUSHED in, next to her fingers guarding her underwear.

“Mmmmm oh… OH, nnnnnn Danny. Danny? I gotta pee pee RIGHT NOW. You can…. Here… I want you to have this for me.”

My Big Sister says, in one of the most erotic tones, I’ve ever heard in my entire life. Samantha parts her fingers a little bit. I JUMP at the opportunity, and begin licking at her dirty soggy panties. I lap at them once again. MMMMM… they really do taste so fucking GOOD. Samantha’s dirty wetness is MINE, the salty, bitter, heavenly flavor of her piss that spread in her underwear, is my treasure to collect. Her flavor scatters across my tongune, the fabric of her panties, scrapes across my lips, as I continue to collect it. All of a sudden without warning though…

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…. Mmmmmmmmmm….. Mmmmhmmmm…. Mmmmmm Danny… Taste it….”

Samantha moans out. Suddenly… a SPRAY of Samantha’s heavy piss, begins raining RIGHT INTO her white underwear, spreading rapidly and falling right through, allowing me to FEEL it, as it drips mostly past my mouth.

Samantha’s new piss is noticeably, much STRONGER in it’s flavor. It is much sharper, much saltier, and above all much HOTTER, than the piss that collected inside of her underwear. I can’t help but notice the (fizz) of her piss. It’s like soda… it’s so hot and sparkling at touch. I instinctly lick my lips, trying to wipe off the fresh gift, that Samantha kindly shared. Before I finish licking it up, ANOTHER spray goes right against me, but this time, more of it enters my mouth. My eyes widen… Part of me can’t believe it. The strong salty overflow of her gush, enters my mouth, splashing mostly on the ROOF inside of my face, and cascading like a waterfall, downward onto my tongue below.

“Haha… Mmmmm…”

I hear Samantha laugh, high above my position. The fizziness of Samantha’s piss, is truly powerful. The flavor of her unique piss, is actually quite delicious. I let the Starzbet Yeni Giriş moderate pool of Samantha’s piss, settle in my mouth. I just want to roll my tongue around it, and let it bathe in her juicy waters.

An even HEAVIER gush, shoots out from Samantha’s pussy, spreading through her panties and her finger, before splashing around all inside of my mouth. This torrent scatters across my front teeth, before shooting mostly across the inner-side of my left cheek. I can REALLY feel the heat of my Big Sister’s piss, as it hit my inner cheek there. Perhaps the skin there is more sensitive. All I know is that Samantha’s pee is really really HOT this morning. God… the feeling is unquestionably sensational. The fizzy, salty liquid is really starting to gather in DEEP inside of my mouth. My breath which once smelled like Tammy’s pussy before, now 100% smells like my Big Sister’s pussy. Not really wanting to ever part ways with it, I muster up the strength, to gulp Samantha’s pee down finally, and I do it loudly.

“Hahaha… Good boy Danny… You’re the best tiny brother ever… Ahhhhhh! Mmmmm… my pee pee Dany…”

Samantha softly says, before the heaviest torrent of her piss, begins coming forth with heavly FORCE, right in my face and my mouth. Big Sis’ pee stream is incredible, I couldn’t believe she is capable of pissing with such beautiful force. I open my mouth wide, practically out of instinct. Samantha’s piss spreads her panties and fingers, and massacres WILDLY inside my mouth. It goes basically in every direction. Samantha’s piss almost shoots out like a spiral, hitting my FRONT teeth, my BACK teeth, my tongue gets soaked REALLY HARD. Even my gums get a bit of punishment, everywhere is free reign for my Big Sister’s superior pee pee. I try to swallow it, but I fail due to the sensations. It’s a complete sensory overload, my entire life is being dominated by my Big Sis’ hot piss stream. Samantha’s piss runs out my mouth and down my chin, some of it gets onto the front of my shirt. I can feel Samantha’s piss, crawling down my neck and everywhere on my clothing. I gulp at it in desperation, I don’t want to WASTE any of my Sister’s precious piss. This is liquid GOLD, it holds the same value to me. I manage to gulp down, the little bit that didn’t spill outta my mouth. Samantha laughs, she’s feel real good, knowing I’m swallowing her piss down for me. Sis’ piss has slowed to a moderate dribble. I gulp at it once again, get this load down a bit easier. I lap at Samantha’s piss, fingers, and underwear, obediently getting it… I can’t miss this moment, when I have the chance. I feel the stream slow to some drips. Is that it? Did Samantha really just let out all of her piss??? I raise one of my hands up from the floor, I begin wiping my chin, and the outside of my mouth, I REFUSE to miss any of my lovely Sister’s piss. The fizziness has evaporated a little, I’m so grateful, I was even able to experience that portion of it. No one deserves to taste Samantha’s piss except for me. After licking Sis’ piss off of my mouth and my fingers, I look up over at Samantha, she’s smiling back at me loving, before giving me her words.

“Here… You’ve been so good. I can still feel some pee, inside of my pussy. Let’s go into the shower Danny…”

Samantha says to me. Before she gets up from the toilet, she puts her fingers that were covering her panties, right near my mouth. I do not hesitate for a moment. I WANT to taste Big Sister’s fresh pee. I instantly lick her piss off of her fingers, getting that rich, salty, valuable flavor, in my mouth once more.

Sis takes her leg off of my shoulder. I look down, and thankfully notice, none of it got onto the floor. Wouldn’t want to have to explain THAT, not to mention the smell, to any of the other girls. I get up from the floor, and help my gorgeous older sister, up from the toilet. I flush the toilet behind her, watching her golden piss water disappear. I’m so grateful with all of my heart, I was able to taste a good portion of that. I immediately know what to do… I reach into the shower controls. I turn the water on, activating the shower, and I get the temperature ready, knowing just the amount of warmth that she likes.

“Wow, you really are the BEST Danny…”

Big Sis offers me her praise. I can’t help but smile, as she then raises her hands up, and I immediately gently, take her up and off for her. I can’t help but gaze down, at my older Sister’s big titties. Her nipples are SUPER hard. She’s been just as aroused as I have. Well… maybe not as much as my horny self. I dutifully fold her shirt up for her, and place it on the bathroom sink. I begin to undress in front of her, but just thrown my clothes to the floor. I don’t give a fuck… I then kneel down before her again, trying again to pull down her semi-soggy underwear. Thankfully I sucked most of the juice from them after she pissed. Samantha just walks into the shower, with them STILL on in front of me. Once in the shower, she motions me to join her with her finger.

“Here boy…”

Samantha says in her sexy, sultry, strong tone. I do so as my Big Sister commands, without any form of opposition. I step inside the shower, the warm comfortable water hits the left side of my face and my naked body. I can’t even hide my erection. My Big Sister, has turned me on, most of all this day. Samantha looks down at my hard cock and smiles. She moseys along to the read wall of the shower. Still in her panties facing the wall, the presses her hands up against it, poking her butt out and then she speaks.

“I still haven’t finshed peeing Danny. Hurry up boy! Catch it up good, and make me feel better…”

My Big Sisters orders me, using her same sensual yet domineering voice, maintaining command. I can’t help but IMMEDIATELY kneel down, before her curvy big behind. I notice Samantha’s expression while I’m kneeling, her face is that of only PARTIAL satisfaction. My Big Sister, clearly needs more of my attention for her alone.

She offers me her big ass. Poking it out, letting me SEE the stains of her piss and her cum inside of her underwear. FUCCKKK… they still smell amazing. Who knew my Big Sister’s piss, along with her cum gathered inside of her underwear, could produce such a rich, pungent, absolutely hypnotizing aroma… I resist the urge to lick them again, knowing my older Sister, will give me even MORE of her fresh morning liquids, if I am nice to her, and fulfill her requirements. I reach up to the waistband of her panties. I pull them down slowly, noticing just how much they are STICKING to the crotch region of her pussy.

“Oh!” Samantha cries out softly inside of the shower. The warm shower making everything steamy, but I manage to get Samantha’s panties down all the way to the floor. Samantha stands up straight for a moment. She places a hand on the top of my head for balance, then steps out from up top of her underwear, making sure she doesn’t lose her balance and falls. Getting her underwear free from her, I raise them up, and almost without a single BIT of control, I start LICKING at the center crotch, of my Big Sister’s underar.

“Mmmmmmmmmm… MMMMMM, God.”

I moan out while licking it. Samantha’s panty stains, taste absolutely INCREDIBLE. I know she just peed inside her panties, only moments ago. But the fresh piss inside of her underwear, mixed with her CUM that’s been gathering inside overnight, tastes absolutely without a doubt mesmerizing. I lap at it again, taking lonnnng, slooowww, laps at it. Samantha is look down and back at me, enjoying the flavor. I then put Samantha’s underwear inside of my mouth. I being trying to siphon all of the juices, that are inside of my Big Sister’s underwear. The bitterness… the undeniable BITTERNESS of her old cum and fresh piss. The taste makes my mouth tighten up a bit, but I love it… I can taste this wonderful flavor all day. Samantha then reaches down, and yanks her panties out of my mouth. I try to fight her back a little, not wanting to let her panties out of my mouth. She pulls them out though, taking them from me.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnn!”

I moan out in need, and satisfaction of tasting her underwear. Samantha still looking backward yet down to me, raises her panties up to HER eye level, she looks at them, then begins to speak…

“So… You really like these huh Danny? Big Sis’ dirty panties inside your mouth??? You can have them then, if you promise to be good. I want you to taste every pee droplet, I’ve got in my pussy.”

Samantha says. Looking up at her, she is still maintaining that same level, of superiority, dissatisfaction, and need on her face. Big Sis still needs to finish peeing, she needs ME to be the one, to get it out of her pussy for her. I’ve GOT to help her. I’ve been so infactuated with her underwear, I completely forgot she still needs to finish going, only if I wasn’t so STUPID, getting lost in the flavor of her soggy underwear.

“Of course Sis… I LOVE the taste of your panties, I really do, they’re delicious. But I love YOU, making sure you are HAPPY most of all. Can I eat your pussy if you’ll allow me? I promise I’ll be good, and drink all of your remaining pee, down to the very last drop!”

I spout outward, from down on my knees. Secretly wishing, Samantha would give me back her soggy underwear. Samantha smiles down at me, approving of my response that I gave to her. Sis actually reach back down to me with her dirty underwear, but instead of handing them off to me, she actually HANGS her damn panties, around my neck like it’s a gold chain or something. I look down at her panties around my neck, in surprise. Even with the shower waters hitting, the back of my head and body, I can STILL clearly smell the scent of Samantha’s piss and cum in her underwear, now hanging off of my neck. This makes me happy, as Samantha again BENDS OVER right in front of me, placing her giant ass, her pussy, and her asshole right next to my face.

“Mmmmm hurry. Hurry and be good Danny. I want you to taste this last remaining bit, directly from the souce. You lucky nasty little boy!”

My Big Sister taunts me, wiggling her curvy bottom right in front of my face. My smile beams outward. What a SIGHT… Big Sis’ ASS is right in front of me. I can smell her piss soaked pussy, AND her asshole at the same time. The steam from the shower, makes her lower fragracnes more apparent. Sis’ brown pussy hair looks magnificent even being soaked from her pissing.

“Hell yeah I’m lucky! I’m the luckiest guy, in the whole fucking world! I get to help my Big Sister go pee pee whenever she needs to. Thank you for letting me have your dirty panties Sis. I’ll value them forever, and NEVER get rid of them EVER I promise!”

I respond to my Big Sister, in the shower out loud. Samantha laughs at me from above, my smile gets even wider. I push my face even closer, into Samantha’s ass and her pussy. Before I barely have time to even think, my senses are bombarded by the smell of my elder Sister’s tart ass hole.

My eyes widen a bit from the shock of Samantha’s ass scent. It’s not really dirty or anything, but the scent emitting from back here, is sooo FEMININE, yet really really tart, it’s amazing my sister’s ASS, can produce such a melodious scent. I pull my head back out of Samantha’s ass for a moment, and look at it. Her ass is so BIG, it’s so curvy, God Big Sis’ ass is such a work of art. I can’t help but get lost, just admiring how beautiful her big behind really is.

“Man…”

I murmur outward, completely speaking from my heart. I don’t think ANY girl I’ve ever seen, has a more beautiful rear end… except for Ms Tasha of course. My hands instinctually, go up to my Big Sister’s ass cheeks. I lustfully pull them WIDE open, with a devilish grin. I WANT Samantha’s pee hitting me, all the way in the back of my mouth. I lap around Big Sis’ ass hole for a moment. Circling my tongue, around her perfectly round ass hole. I collect her bitter tart ass taste, all over my tongue tip, and I then proceed to take lonnng, slowwww, licks of it up and down.

“Fucccckkk!”

I moan out again. Samantha’s ass hole taste, has driven me crazy. I still can’t get over the fact, that this is my own SISTER’S ass, that tastes this fucking incredible. Her scent back here is amazing, just the view itself from behind her is incredible, I’ve got to get her ENTIRE taste of her ass, all over of my mouth.

I dive back into Samantha’s ass, this time on a more focused mission. I stiffen my tongue up a little, and proceed to PUSH IT slowly, inside of my Big Sister’s moistened ass enterance.

“Mmmmmm that’s it Danny. Mmmm… MMMMMMmmmm… I’ve needed this for so long boy!”

My Big Sister praises me. I try to look up to see her, but can’t see anything past my Big Sister’s glorious rear end. My tongue reaches even DEEPER inside of her ass. I make sure to move my tongue all around, to make Samantha’s ass hole relax, and pull out as much of her ass hole taste into my mouth. Samantha reachs back with one of her hands once again. My Big Sister places her hand on the top of my head, and proceeds to hold on to it, as she guides me all around her ass hole, as I clean it thoroughly, and make absolutely certain, that SHE is the focus of all my attention. Big Sis is the only thing in the WORLD that matters to me now. She’s given me her dirty panties as a prize, I HAVE to make sure her ass hole is cleaned to perfection.

“Ohhhhh, mmmm, fuck… Danny I gotta piss again. I need you to drink it all for me…”

Samantha murmurs out towards me. I say not a word, I just lower myself even further, and place my mouth against my Big Sister’s pussy hole. Keeping both of my hands, on my elder Sister’s ass cheeks, I wait there patiently, as Samantha begins wiggling her ass all in my face.

My head starts to move all around, being controlled by the motions of my Big Sister’s ass gyrations. I don’t mind any of this at ALL, I get to smell Samantha’s wet ass hole, as well as her freshly pissed pussy, and she’s willing to share even MORE of it with me. I’m just so happy, how could a happiness like this even exist? Tammy’s pussy taste so amazing, her flavor is distinctly different from my older Sister’s. Samantha begins shaking her ass HARD, from side to side, like she’s almost trying to SHAKE the last bit of her piss out in my face for me.

“Yeaaahhhh. Get thi-, get this Danny…”

Samantha says with a softened tone. My face still shaking side to side, from Samantha’s big ass, I feel a SUPER WETNESS, splash against my nose, down to my mouth, which I allow all that can roll inside get all the way in. Samantha then just lets it go, her HOT pussy water, just SPLASHES really hard, directly into my mouth and across my face. She just keeps shaking her ass, she’s REALLY trying to shake it all out right onto me. I can barely keep Samantha’s piss in my mouth, she just keeps gyrating against my mouth, as I swallow a little of her fizzed up pee, but more is running down the front of my face. The SUPER salty flavor as returned, how could I ever forget it’s magnificent and powerful flavor.

“Hahhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

My Big Sister echoes in the shower. She’s clearly enjoying, simply letting all her piss go, in her little brother’s face. I gulp it down again, but some of Samantha’s piss rolls right of my mouth, from trying to swallow. FUCK… I didn’t mean to spit any of that out, I might NEVER get to taste Sis’ wonderful piss ever again, I’ve got to do better and swallow it all. She keeps gyrating, letting her now-slowing stream, still go into my mouth. It’s slowing stream, makes it easier for me to control. I swallow her piss again, feeling more of it go down my throat this time. That was a GOOD load of it, I can feel the fizz of Sis’ piss, really traveling and making my throat feel warm. I gulp more of it down, the smell in my throat, completely has been covered, by Samantha’s piss fragrance. I love it…

“Get that last bit Danny. Clean it up for me ok? I’m your Big Sister…”

Samantha says, in a kinda pleading sort of way. I happily oblige. I begin licking at her pussy lips, wanting to make sure, that Big Sis’ pussy is all the way clean. Between the smell of her pee on my breath, and the taste of her ass hole embedded on my tongue, I don’t know which one of them actually tastes better. It doesn’t matter to me, I know I’m damn lucky. Big Sis is using me, like her own personal toilet, and her butler. I get to taste her ass, her pussy, and her piss. Yay!

Making her her lowers are totally clean, and that she’s satisfied, she pulls her ass away from my face, I look up to her to see if she is satisfied with my work.

“Hahhhh… Hahhhh…. You little runt. You actually made me cum a little. Did you like that? Making your Big Sister cum like that?”

Samantha says, as she then PAPS me on top of my head in the shower.

“Uh uh! It tastes GREAT Sis!”

I utter out immediately in reponse with pride. Smiling up at Samantha, and her smiling down towards me, our passionate moment in the shower, gets interupted surprisingly.

“Young Prince, you are amazing… I can not wait to feel that sensation, with you in the shower again.”

I hear the voice of Anastasia say, past the sliding shower doors.

“Wow! he’s so kinky…As expected of our Danny Man!”

I then hear the voice of Cindy say.

“Oh my… I bet that felt wonderful. I need to go use the restroom in Danny’s mouth in the shower myself.”

The voice of our teacher rings out. Causing my dick to twitch, at what Ms Tasha just uttered.

“Ohhhh yeah. You and me BOTH Sis. We should get him in the other TOGETHER, and fill the little perverts mouth UP. Would you drink both our piss together AGAIN Danny!?”

I hear the fierce sexy voice, that could only come from Tammy. A smile cracks across my face. Not even wanting to imagine, what her and Ms Tasha would do to me alone.

“My Prince… I have returned to you. Have you healed our new sister’s pain? I have some special medicine for you, I need you to drink from between my legs tonight.”

I hear the voice of Victoria chime. The girls opening the sliding shower door, I look over to the girls from down on my knees, with Samantha’s PANTIES still hanging around my neck. The girls all erupt, in hoots and hollers in the bathroom. I don’t care though, I feel a sense of PRIDE, having Samantha’s soggy panties around my neck.

It’s just another day. Another crazy sessions, with all of these crazy girls and me living in this small place. Who knows what antics, they’ll have in store for me next. Whatever it is I’ll be waiting…. God, my breath really smells real strong right about now.

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A Neighborly Affair

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Things got back to normal after that last pool party. Rose seemed to be her normal prim and proper self the next day. She never mentioned what had happened at Ted and Alice’s house. We did go to Barney and Betty’s house the next day. To my surprise, Alice was still there, running around the house in an extra bathrobe and helping Betty get things together for lunch. Barney and I were quickly involved in the game, and I didn’t pay much attention until Alice came in to say goodbye, leaned over the recliner, and kissed Barney far from just a friendly peck on the cheek. When I saw his hand go up the back of her leg under the robe, I knew it was a little more than a neighborly goodbye. She briskly headed out towards home.

A week or so later, I came in from the club at the center and found Rose talking to Carol. I was surprised because Carol is usually busy during the day and sometimes in the evenings. Seeing her at our house in the afternoon on a weekday was shocking. They were chatting and had been at it for a while. I headed upstairs. At the time, I didn’t overthink it.

That evening, Rose informed me that Carol had come over to invite us to a Halloween party at their house. She and Bob were planning a costume party for Halloween and wanted to cover some of the details with Rose.

“What details does she need to cover about a costume party?”

“It’s a themed party?”

“What’s the theme.”

“Movie characters.”

“Why all the planning.”

“She wants us to decide on our costumes before the party and tell her so there aren’t duplicates.”

“Seems like a lot of trouble to me. Why can’t we just have a party.”

“Oh. Come on, you old grouch. Get with the idea. It will be fun.”

“I assume you already have an idea for costumes?”

“I do!”

“Mind sharing.”

“Yeah. We are going as Bogart and Bergman from Casa Blanca.”

I had stopped to consider that. Rose knew I was a huge fan of Bogart and that Casa Blanca was one of my favorite films. I loved the genre and the period. That means I got to dress in a 1940s suit, and Rose would wear the same period costume.”

“Ok. I can deal with that. But the costumes must be spot on and complete, right down to the socks.”

She had smiled at me demurely and agreed.

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The week before the party, we went downtown to a theatrical costume shop to find our outfits. We told the woman in the store about the party and our plan to go as Bogart and Bacall. She smiled and nodded.

“That’s an excellent choice. Come back here. I think I have what you are looking for.”

On the way toward the back of the store, the woman pointed to a rack of period dresses.

“You can look for a dress over there while I help the gentleman with his costume.”

Rose headed toward the racks, and I followed the clerk further back. She finally stopped at a vast display of men’s suits, which looked brand new. She smiled.

“There are all period pieces. All Authentic. Let’s find your size.”

She soon had me holding a period 1940s suit in a brown pinstripe. She added a fedora and pulled a white shirt and tie from a shelf. I looked at them, and they looked perfect to me. I looked at her.

“Shoes and socks?”

She grinned, asked my size, and produced a pair of brown wingtips with white toes and a pair of argyle brown socks.”

“That should do it.”

I nodded.

“There is the dressing room. I’m sure we will have to alter the suit to fit you. Put it on with the shoes and come back out. I’ll mark it.”

When I returned, I saw Rose heading to another dressing room. As the clerk measured the hem on my pants and the waistband, Rose came back out. My eyes nearly bugged out. She wore a suit like the one Bergman had worn in the movie. She even had on the hat. The clerk looked up and saw her.

“You look fantastic. The clothing from this period is so classic and elegant.”

Rose had walked and turned slowly. She came over as the clerk stood up and finished with my fitting.

“I think the jacket may need a little adjustment. I’m a little bigger in the bust, and it doesn’t quite fit right.”

“We can handle that.”

Rose looked at me with a wicked smile.

“I will also need all the right foundation garments for this period. We want it to be correct to the last detail.”

“No problem.”

THe clerk turned to me.

“Sir. You can go and get dressed. Hang the suit back on the hanger and return everything to the counter.”

I nodded and headed toward the dressing room. I saw Rose and the saleslady talking almost excitedly. When I was dressed and had gathered all the costume clothing, the two were back at the counter waiting on me. I am just slow. I nearly gagged when the sales clerk rang up the total. Those two costumes cost me more than I usually spend on clothes for a year. Rose patted me on the shoulder and assured me it would be worth it in the long run.

THe costumes wouldn’t be ready until Friday, so we headed out to have lunch Starzbet in town before returning home.

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Saturday was a quiet day for me. I did go to the club and spent a little time in the fitness center. I am active enough to stay in reasonable shape when the weather permits. In the winter, I get on the treadmill or the stationary bike several times a week and work up a sweat.

Rose was busy with Carol and Betty at Carol and Bob’s house getting things ready for the party. She still wasn’t home when I returned from the club, so I went upstairs to shower and shave so I wouldn’t occupy the bathroom when she got home.

I was out of the shower and downstairs in a robe when she came in. She stopped, kissed me quickly, and headed to get ready. I was sure, from experience, that I had a couple of hours before Rose would be ready. I fixed myself a sandwich and grabbed a can of soda. I headed to the den. I can catch the last part of the game.

I got to see the game, which was disappointing as my team managed to fumble the ball with less than 3 minutes to go. THe opposing team scored and put the game away. I took my dishes to the kitchen, put them into the sink, and decided to head upstairs and get ready.

It didn’t take me long to get into my costume. A white undershirt stripped boxer shorts, and argyle socks with calf suspenders were first. I slipped on the white button-down shirt with a stiff collar. The shirt had been laundered, starched, and pressed. I slipped on the trousers, finding them perfect, and pulled the suspenders over my shoulders. I took the tie and moved to the mirror to knot it. The silk was soft and easy to work and formed a perfect knot. The suit coat went on, and I saw that the clerk had put a matching pocket square in the suit pocket. I looked at myself and thought that Bogart didn’t have shit on me. I found the fedora, plunked in on my head at a rakish angle, and did my best Bograt impression.

“Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”

I slipped on the wingtips and pulled on the gray trenchcoat, flipping up the collar like Bogart. Except for my mustache and goatee, the image was complete. I wasn’t shaving my face for any party of costume. I heard Rose from the bathroom.

“Get out of here. Go downstairs and wait. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

I gathered my pocket gear, which wasn’t much for a night at the neighbor’s house, and headed downstairs to wait. It was a rather long wait. I have learned patience simply by waiting on Rose. While I am 10 minutes early, no matter how much I urge her, hurry her up, or start her earlier, she is 10 minutes late. It’s some sort of cosmic time thing that I don’t understand.

Finally, I heard the bedroom door close and looked up the stairs. I saw Rose’s feet first, clad in the period low heels. Her legs were stockinged, and the hem of the dress came down just below her knees. I saw the suit jacket and the white collared blouse as she descended. The blouse showed a hint of cleavage, but the way it was cut seemed to make her breasts more prominent. I didn’t understand until later what was behind this phenomenon.

I saw her face last. She had fixed her hair almost the same way Bergman had worn hers in the movie. Atop her head was a hat nearly identical to the one from the movie. I stopped and whistled and then gave a catcall.

“Whoa, Mama. You are a sight to see.”

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and slowly turned, coming around a full circle to face me.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I stuck out my elbow and spoke to her in my best Bogart drawl.

“Here’s looking at you, kid.”

When we arrived, almost everyone else was already at Bob and Carol’s house. It was like walking into a movie lot. Everyone had gone all out on their costumes. I was glad we had spent the money on ours.

Bob came over and welcomed us. There was no mistaking who he and Carol had chosen as their movie couple. Bob looked like the notorious and roguish Rhett Butler from Gone with the Wind. Carol wore a replica of the green dress Scarlet wore in the movie, complete with the full petticoats. Even her long black hair recreated the curls made famous by Scarlett.

Just behind Bob and Carol, we found Barney and Betty. Barney made an imposing figure wearing a complete Roman centurion army uniform with the short toga, laced leather sandals, and a convincing-looking shortsword at his side. Carol captured the allure of Cleopatra. She replicated the blue gown Elizabeth Taylor wore in the movie. It displayed a fantastic amount of her cleavage with its scooped and keyhole neckline. As Betty was walking away, Jack only noticed later that the floor-length skirt, which appeared to be opaque when she stood still, was quite filmy and allowed the occasional glimpse of her legs up to her ample behind.

Standing off to one side, Rose and Jack found Matt, Kitty, Ted, and Alice near the bar. Matt was imposing at his height and girth, dressed as one of John Wayne’s many cowboy characters. He had the hat and the Starzbet Giriş six-gun, but I couldn’t determine why he was carrying a small black shovel. When I saw Kitty beside him, I understood immediately.

With her red hair, Kitty looked a bit like Maureen O’Hara. In the 18th century underclothing, she looked even more so. I am a huge fan of the Wayne/O’Hara movies. In particular, the comedy Western McClintock has been one of my favorites. You must admit when Wayne chases O’Hara through the western town and finally pins her down on his lap to administer a sound spanking with the coal scoop. It is not only a great scene. It is sexy as hell.

Standing with Matt and Kitty, Ted and Alice had taken a little more modern turn. Ted had chosen to reprise the role of Han Solo from the Star Wars sagas. He wore the black vest, white shirt, and the ever-present blaster on his hip. Next to him, Alice evoked one of the most memorable scenes of the original Star Wars trilogy. Alice had opted for the barely there leather outfit that Princess Leia wore when captured by Jabba the Hut.

In the kitchen, we found Fred and Wilma. Fred wore simple black slacks and a pinstriped shirt open at the neck. On his head was a newsboy cap. Beside him stood Wilma, decked out in a slinky 30s sheath dress, complete with fringe and beads. She looked every bit the flapper, completing the image of Bonnie and Clyde.

That left only Kent and Lois. Rose finally found Lois sitting in the shadows in an oversized chair. Kent, as usual, was away on business, leaving Lois to go stag to the party. She wore a long red evening gown with a belt made of gold medallions. It was long-sleeved. I couldn’t figure it out. Lois had smiled at me, standing and offering me her hand.

“Princess Buttercup. Are you the Dread Pirate Roberts?”

I understood at once.”

I assume that if Kent were here, he would be Wesley.”

“Of course.”

Behind us, the party was getting started in earnest. The food was coming out, the bar was busy, and everyone was anxious to see what else Bob and Carol had planned for the evening.

&&&&&

I remember it was nearly 10 when Bob called everyone and announced that we would play a game. He then went on to explain the game and the rules.

“This is a form of strip poker. I tried to make it much simpler and faster so we don’t spend all night. We will deal two cards to each person and then flip them. The low hand is the loser and must give up one clothing article. An article of clothing doesn’t include shoes, socks, gloves, or anything else. It has to be a substantial piece of clothing. Oh. And the loser has to take a double shot of their choice of booze. We then do the whole thing again. We play until someone gets naked, or we all end up passed out drunk.”

I listened and thought this was the most juvenile thing our group had come up with yet. But there didn’t seem to be anyone else that was reluctant. Even Rose seemed a little excited at the prospects.

I decided to bite my tongue and go along. We all gathered around the dining table, and Bob shuffled the cards. He offered them to Ted, who cut them and handed them back. Don began to deal, placing two cards face down on the table in front of each of us. When everyone had two cards, he looked to his left at Carol.

“Ok. You start.”

Everyone compared cards. It was quickly evident that Lois had the two lowest cards on the table, three of clubs and two of clubs. She took a deep breath. The only top clothing Lois wore was the red evening gown. She stood up and unzipped it, pulling it down off her shoulders and then past her hips to step out of. She laid it neatly on the back of a nearby chair and returned to her seat around the table. She was now clad in a beautiful red lace corset and matching red stockings. Bob looked her up and down and then asked.

What is your drink of choice?”

“Vodka.”

He nodded and poured a double-shot glass full of the clear liquid. Lois took it from him and, without hesitation, tilted her head back and gulped the vodka in one shot. She handed the shot glass back to him with a smile.

Bob gathered the cards again, shuffled, and then dealt.

I watched in consternation as my hand showed a five of spades and a three of spades. Obviously, the low hand on the table. I shrugged off my suit coat and hung it on the back of my chair.

“Scotch. Single malt if you have it.”

He nodded, and I saw him pour a full-shot glass of Glen Fiddich. I took the shot glass and tossed it back. At least there was one positive side to this idiotic game.

Again, Bob shuffled and dealt. Fred came up with the low hand and tossed the newsboy cap on the table. Everyone booed, and Bob looked at him.

“Come on, Fred. That’s not going to get it done.”

Fred shrugged, unbuttoned his shirt, and flung it toward the wall. He looked back at Bob.

“Bourbon.”

Bob filled the shot glass, and Fred tossed it back.

The deal went around the table again. This time, Starzbet Yeni Giriş I watched as Rose came up with the low cards. She didn’t seem to hesitate. She pulled off the suit coat and hung it from the back of the chair.

“Tequila”

My eyes went wide. I watched as Rose took the double shot of tequila and tossed it back like she did it every day. Matt watched and then spoke to Bob.

“Let’s speed this up. Deal one card to everyone. If we get a tie, the losers draw another card.”

Everyone seemed to agree. Bob shuffled and dealt the cards.

Kitty drew a 2 of clubs. She smiled and removed the white cotton corset around her waist. She dropped the corset on the floor beside her chair and looked at Bob.

“Vodka will do for me.”

Bob poured, and Kitty drank.

The next round proceeded.

Carol drew the three of spades.

She stood in the large flowing antebellum gown and looked at Bob.

“Can you help me, dear? I’m afraid I can’t manage this by myself.”

Bob moved behind her, helping undo the large number of hooks on the back of the dress. She started to remove the massive skirt. Carol started to leave the petticoats in place. She grinned wickedly and pulled the petticoats off as well. She returned to her seat.

“Vodka, dear.”

&&&&&

The game continued in earnest. It was apparent to me that the whole basis for this game was to get everyone as drunk and as close to naked as possible in the shortest amount of time.

No one had gotten all the way naked yet. Fred was close. He had lost his pants and now sat in his boxer shorts and the newsboy cap.

Wilma was just a little behind. She had lost the sheath dress and sat in a silk bra and a pair of thigh-high stockings with elastic garters around her things. A pair of tap pants matched the bra.

I was down to my suit pants, and Rose still had her camisole and slip. She was having a great time and was enjoying herself to no end. Bob called a pause in the game to let everyone go to the bathroom. We all mingled briefly, and I saw Barney speaking to Ted. Ted headed out to the other room and was soon back with an ornately carved box that he sat on the kitchen counter. In seconds, he was rolling another of the extra-large size joints. Barney was watching and smiling.

The game resumed, and Fred lost his boxer shorts in no time. He dropped them on the table, stood with his arms raised to his sides, and turned slightly from left to right. Everyone cheered, some applauded. I saw several of the women gauging his cock. Even Rose gave an admiring whistle.

The game took another break. By now, the joint had been around the room twice and was mostly gone. Ted had another crafted, and it was being passed from person to person. I managed to avoid the first round but couldn’t manage to miss the second round. When it came to me the third time, I gave up, grabbed it, and inhaled deeply. If you can’t beat’em, join’em.

&&&&&

BY midnight, more than half the people at the party were naked. Some of the women still wore their stockings and shoes. Most of the men were down to boxer shorts or briefs. The game had lost most of its interest as the participants got down to their last articles of clothing. It was Ted who offered an alternative.

“Let’s alter the game a bit.”

He passed out notecards to everyone with pencils.

“Everyone write down your darkest or wildest sex fantasy and then turn your card face down on the table.”

Everyone was quickly writing on their notecards. It wasn’t long until everyone had a notecard on the table before them. Ted began again.

“Bob. Deal one more card to everyone face up. The low card has to turn over their notecard and read their fantasy. “

Several of the women giggled. Bob began to deal the cards again.

I was sweating when I saw the three of diamonds land beside my card. I breathed a little easier when Lois drew the two of spades. She was holding the joint and took a long drag from it, passed it to Bob, and reached for her card. She turned it over and read.

“My fantasy is to be the center of a gangbang.”

There were hoots and hollers. Several women’s eyes were wide, and a couple nodded appreciatively. Rose tossed the card back on the table and reached for her drink. I could see that she was more than a little drunk and high. She slumped slightly in the chair with her legs spread.

Bob started to deal again when Ted stopped him.

“Let’s add another kink. Only deal to the women. This time, whoever loses turns over their card, reads it, and then we see if we can make the fantasy come true.”

I was listening, and I started to protest. Rose was still in the game, and I wasn’t sure I wanted this to go further. I had no idea what fantasy she had written down, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. After some discussion, we agreed to continue, but only if the unlucky or lucky winner agreed.

Bob dealt the cards.

I saw that Rose had drawn a four of hearts. Wilma held a 4 of diamonds. Bob reshuffled the cards and dropped a card in front of Rose and Wilma. I saw the cards fall and sank back in the chair as I saw another four fall in front of Rose. Wilma drew a three of clubs. She looked a little shocked. She reached for her card and slowly read out loud.

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Hell At Home

Weak of body and will.

Carol cowers as the girl yells at her. “Dammit mom, just do it yourself. I don’t need you telling me you want my dirty clothes. You want them so badly, then just gather them and leave us alone.”

Carol thought about speaking but didn’t. Not after last time when Ann shoved her so hard she nearly fell over. She just turned to leave so as not to argue over dirty clothes. She gave thought to not washing them at all and let the girl do them herself. Wanting a car she should maybe be a bit nicer instead of getting meaner by the week as she had been lately.

She again wondered if she should tell Ray how badly their daughter was getting out of control lately. He was so busy with the farm expansion she hated to bother him with it. He and Ann barely talked. He was mad at her for not helping and didn’t want to deal with her so he basically ignored her. She would maybe do the same.

At the door on the way out she heard. “What the hell, mom? Take the clothes with you. Geez mom”

She didn’t stop but did hesitate when Ann yelled “ Mom! Get your ass back in here and pick up my damn clothes!” She kept walking until she heard Ann’s feet hit the floor and yelled “ Stop! Stop your ass right there mom. To her utter humiliation she stopped.

She knew she was no match for her daughter now. Having been small all her life and thin weak arms she learned early that the bigger kids could pick on her and get away with it. She had lived her adult life with that behind her until her own daughter realized she could push her around physically and now she was trying to do it mentally too.

Letting out a quiet sigh to try to stay calm and get out of this, Carol turned to start gathering the clothes scattered about in the messy room. Ann got in her face with a wild but excited look in her eyes. “ No mom, not so fast. “ The girl’s hand came up to the middle of her chest and shoved her back . “We need to talk about how things need to change around here. You are going to start showing some respect, lady” Ann was using the same tone that her mom had used with her as if she was a child.

Lisa watched and listened with a smile on her face as her best friend got harsh with her mom. Ann had been telling her how she was getting the best of her mom and that getting physical with her was the best way to handle her to get what she wanted. She could see in the woman’s eyes and actions she was not going to put up a fight. She watched with rapt attention as Ann took another step and pushed her mom back again. Like watching girls fight at school and the urge to cheer or jump into, Lisa found herself getting up and going to stand just inside the doorway to watch what was happening out in the hall.

When Lisa got up it was clear that Carol was even more intimidated from the look in her eyes as she looked back and forth between the two girls.

“Ann, please.., okay. Okay okay, I’ll get the clothes and go and we can talk later, okay? Pleasee. “

Ann was fired up and didn’t hesitate to shove her mom again and this time grabbed her arm and used it to turn her back to the wall and push her back against it.

Easily pinning one arm to the wall, Ann leaned into her with her finger wagging in her face.

“ Oh no mom, we will talk now. I want Lisa to hear this. You are going to stop telling me what to do like I am still a little girl and you are going to learn to deal with the fact I’m more woman now than you are. You are a weak little pussy and always have been and things are going to change around here. Now, here is what’s going to happen now. Me and Lisa are going out to the pool and you are going in my room and not only picking up my clothes but cleaning it up good while you are at it. You got that …mother ! ?”

Carol hated being so weak and feeling so small so she just nodded that she understood.

“ Oh and mom, make us some cheese sandwiches for lunch and bring them to the pool. Okay mommy dear?” Ann said with dripping sarcasm, smiled then turned and left.

She cleaned the room quietly and quickly and on the verge of tears by the time she was done. In the laundry room she sorted and started washing the sheets first and put the delicates in a basket for last. A pile of underwear more sexy than anything she wore seemed to support what her daughter was saying about already being more woman than she ever was. Only her tits were bigger than her daughters. Ann was taller and stronger and now meaner than she could ever imagine being. She felt that Lisa being there was making Ann want to show off and worried about the long summer ahead with them out of school and the girl there even more often.

Out in the pool bath as the girls were changing into their sexy little bikinis and talking excitedly about what had just happened Lisa exclaimed. “ Holy shit! When you had her up against the wall and seeing your mom cower like that and you all bossy bitchy with was damn, kind of hot…like wow, hot, ya know? “

Then she laughed to make light of it but she was for the first time in her life Lisa was turned on by how incredibly sexy she found it to see a grown woman getting pushed around and especially by her daughter. To top it off she could not help but watch the woman’s perfect tits heaving as she was trying to fight off the panic she was feeling. Carol was known as the hot-mom in their circles of friends. God she has great tits! Lisa thought as they finished changing.

Ann had not replied to the comment and went out to the pool ahead of Lisa quietly thinking.

Lisa stayed in the pool bathroom saying she had to pee. She did pee but she also took a long moment to diddle her wet little twat and think how she wanted to shove Carol around some too.

Inside, Carol made lunch for the girls as she thought but how the shoving in the hall had made it clear her daughter was not only stronger than her now but stronger of will too. She was literally no match for the girl. When Lisa stepped up with that excited look to watch Ann push her around and then kept looking at her tits had really scared her. Lisa had never shoved her but she was at least as strong as Ann. If she could not defend herself against either one of them, she would be more than outmatched if they teamed up on her. There was nothing to stop them and with the way Ann was being it seemed only a matter of time they would completely take over. She looked out the kitchen window across the farm to the old farmhouse that was being remodeled for her brother and his family to move back after being away for several years. She really hoped that Ann would be nice to them. She had been on the last holidays spent together but that was before Ann had taken such a drastic change.

Strong of mind and body

A loud bang …. Followed by a yelp and furious tapping “I give up” … was what could be heard when walking into the gym as Alex had been sparring with her teammate in wrestling class… she’d thrown the other girl to the floor and put her in a vice-like hold with her strong arms within seconds… the girl tapped out immediately and lay on the floor exhausted.

“You okay Mel … did I go too hard on you?”

A little bit Mel said while catching her breath… “Gosh Alex, how are you so strong? I wouldn’t want to fight you for real. You threw me like I weighed nothing and I’m not a small girl, not to mention 3 years older than you.”

Alex was already 5”6’ 140 lbs and was expected to grow to at least 6 feet in the next few years. She was on the school wrestling team competing with the older girls and just like she had just done with Mel, she was often beating them pretty quickly. She was not only strong but fast. Her martial arts teacher worked with her on moves and speed of actions and it was stunning to all of her opponents.

Alex, standing up first offering a hand to help her defeated opponent up. “ I work out like hell and just lucky to have my dad’s genes, I guess”

After getting showered and changed Alex met best friend Sophie outside school… Alex and Sophie had been best friends ever since Alex had defended Sophie from being bullied by a mean classmate.

Sophie was a pretty small and fragile girl really struggling to stand up to her bullies. When Alex saw the cute girl getting pushed around helplessly and felt something for Starzbet her… she got mad, grabbed her bully and pushed her hard up against the locker. The bully cowered knowing exactly who Alex the wrestler and martial arts student was and wanting no part in being on her bad side never bothered Sophie again.

Since that day Sophie and Alex had been best friends. Alex had walked Sophie home from school everyday just to make sure she got home safe. Over the years Alex had become very protective of her little friend, even a little controlling… She’d tell Sophie not to leave the house until she got there to pick her up… of which Sophie obeyed without question… the neighborhood wasn’t the safest place and Sophie was a little scared to go out alone in anycase.

Through Sophie, Alex started to realize she liked girls…. And in particular had a soft spot being most attracted to petite weak little girls like sophie. She loved protecting them and she also loved how submissive and obedient Sophie became in being so dependent on Alex for protection… This led to Alex being a very protective, possessive, dominant and controlling best friend. And led to Alex and Sophie being very close and fond of each other…Even though it had never become sexual between them there were nights in her bed Alex thought of it being very sensual and even sexual.

That’s why it came as such a sad surprise when Alex’s parents told her they were moving away … back to the farm they’d lived on when Alex was younger alongside the rest of the family… They needed help managing the farm and Alex’s dad Jack had agreed to come back to help out.

Alex hadn’t seen her family in years… she remembered her older cousin Ann and little Aunt Carol … who she’d always liked, Carol in particular she remembered being so sweet to her, she remembered how her dad would always tease her about being tiny and lift her up whenever he saw her… though they definitely had a loving relationship, he was quite protective her his little sister, which is trait that Alex seemed to inherit with her friend Sophie. But the last time she’d seen them was such a long time ago … she hoped they’d remember her as fondly.

When the moving day came Alex packed up her things, and said a sad goodbye to Sophie… Sophie was in tears .. and it broke Alex’s heart to leave her .. but it was out of her hands. She picked Sophie up under her armpits and gave her a kiss peck on the lips… stay safe little thing… I’ll be back as much as I can to see you.

At that, Alex got in the car and her dad drove them … it was a long journey back to the farm and Alex was imagining what her Aunt and Cousin would be like these days… it’s been several years since she’d seen them. …

It’s getting worse for Carol.

Days after the shoving in the hall things had only gotten worse with Ann’s bossy attitude but she had been helping with the housework some to keep her dad off her ass. Carol basically did the work and Ann took credit for it. That left the girl far too much time to lounge in the sun with her buddy Lisa. Carol was just finished with the last of the kitchen cleaning for Ann and her own work in the garden she did every morning when Ann came in from the sun and shivered and scowled at her mom.

“Damn, it’s cold in here. Go get your red bathrobe for Lisa and mine from my room and toss them in the dryer for a few minutes while I go pee, then fix us something for lunch.”

Carol was no longer arguing at all. It only made things worse. She was tired of being yelled at, threatened and shoved around. Most of all she did not want Lisa getting in on it again. The last time had been bad and she was getting scared of what the girl was heading towards. Lisa had helped Ann corner her in the living room and held her hands pinned down and apart as she lay face down on the floor squirming while Ann whipped her ass with a belt. Lisa was saying how next time it would be her hands tied and pants off she would be doing the whipping and to more than just her ass. Carol heard the door close when Lisa came in.

“So, is mommy poo going to fix us lunch or what?” Lisa said aloud as she headed towards the bathroom where Ann is.

Carol was ready to start the dryer when Ann yelled out. “ Hey mom, hurry up and bring them in the bathroom when they are warm”

Carol was not expecting to see Ann naked in the bathroom standing behind Lisa brushing her long dark hair facing the mirror looking at each other. She had wondered if they were lovers and the comfort they had in that intimate moment made her think they were. She was taken by how hot they were with nearly matching tan lines from the same suits and wondered if they did it on purpose. She knew they both were into tan lines. They had similar bodies with Ann being only an inch shorter than Lisa’s 5’4. Lisa’s leaner body was very fit with small but very firm B cup breasts under the tiny bikini top that was still damp making her nipples stand out from the chill.

Her daughter with her more curvy body and lighter skin tone has great C cup breasts that have the firmness of youth. Her ass is well rounded and legs fit and strong.

Being only 5’½” tall and thin with D Cup breasts she felt and looked and felt like a pale little barbie doll compared to them.

Lisa looked at her in the mirror and Ann turned her head to look at her when she came in with the warm robes.

“ Well don’t just stand there gawking at us. Put hers on the counter then put mine on me and then do her’s. Do I have to tell you every little thing? “

Ann let her mom slide the warm robe over her arms then pull it over her shoulders.

With her daughter’s warm robe wrapped around her, picking up her red robe that Lisa would wear while she made them lunch then moving towards Lisa, the girl stopped her.

“Oh no mommy pet, not over my wet suit. I have an idea” Turing to Ann

“What do you think of getting mommy poo here to take my suit off for me and we make it a little challenging. “

Ann grinned back at Lisa.

“Oh, what do you have in mind?”

With that, Lisa said to Carol.

“Take the sash belt off that robe and hand it to me, mommy poo.”

Lisa had brought her phone in and picked it up from the counter and handed it to Ann.

“Here take this and get a few good shots of our little maid undressing one of her owners the hard way. “

Then she laughed.

“Hard way for her but fun way for me.”

As soon as Carol handed her the belt and set the robe on the vanity top Lisa grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed the back against the wall.

“ oh no… pleasee this..”

Was as far as she got in protest before Lisa slapped her face.

“ Oh no, my ass. Oh yes, is more like it, mommy dear, now shut the fuck up and turn around”

Grabbing her firmly to spin her and shoving her hard against the wall then jerking her around like a rag doll and shoving her to the wall again she yelled “ Just keep your mouth shut and do as told. God, Ann is right. It’s like we have to tell you everything”

Ann liked watching Lisa being physical with her mom. She loved how weak and pathetic the woman is in her feeble attempts at fighting her off. Lisa had started with her making a lot of hints about how sexy she found her. Lately that had progressed into a fantasy about making her a slave and tying her up. The idea of them dominating the weak older woman was clearly turning Lisa on as she held the weak and afraid woman pinned against the wall. Ann was even considering trying something with her best friend. Seeing her friend lusting after her mom was hot and yeah, mom has a hell of a hot little body. She was getting a few really good pics of them as she stood as far back as she could in the good size bathroom. Ann’s pussy was getting into it too.

“ Hands behind your back, mommy poo” With one hand pressing her to the wall Lisa guided the woman’s hands.

“ Keep those weak little arms crossed like that and don’t move…and keep your mouth shut”

The sexual tension in the room had ramped up. Ann leaned back against the wall watching her mom’s hands being tied behind her back. She could see her mom starting to shiver from the rough handling. She had suspected her mom may be getting aroused from being pushed around and Starzbet Giriş it was looking like it as she stood still breathing deeply with her body trembling a little.

Lisa looked at Ann and grinned as she put her fingers in the waistband of Carol’s soft cotton shorts getting ready to pull them down.

“Now when I pull these down you will step out of them” Lisa said firmly.

When the gray shorts were off and revealing the still firm little ass of the small woman the girls could see the strand of the red G string panites going down between the cheeks.

“Nice panties mommy poo. We know what a lingerie slut you are. Are you wearing the matching bra to these lacey little panties? Hummm? Mommy poo?”

Tossing the shorts on the vanity, Lisa grabbed her by the arms and easily moved Carol in front of the mirror and looked over her shoulder into the woman’s eyes. They all watched as the girl lifted the bottom of the pullover sweatshirt up and over her head and slid the top down her back over her bound arms until it bunched up behind her lower back.

“But of course you have on the matching bra. You are such a sexy little milf… you know that mommy? Do you have any idea how hot you are or how much it turns me on how weak you are? “

After a long drive Alex and her parents finally arrived at the farm and were greeted by Aunt Carol holding a small plate of freshly baked cookies upon our arrival.

Aunt Carol had a big smile on her face and looked really happy to see family… though Alex noticed she also had signs of mascara dripping down from her eyes giving the impression that she’d recently been crying.

Upon getting out of the car Alex immediately saw how tiny and slender Aunt Carol was… after all Alex was only 9 the last time they’d met and Alex had grown considerably in that now dwarfing little carol despite being much younger.

“omg is that you Alex… my you’ve grown… whats my brother feeding you over there .. you’re so big and beautiful” Aunt Carol exclaimed excitedly.

Alex’s Dad embraced his sister , as a big man he really towered over her;.. lifting her up as they embraced … happy to see his little sister. Then as he put her down Aunt Carol ran over to embrace Alex. Alex was shocked to feel just how light and fragile her Aunt felt… it felt like she was cuddling a fragile little kitten who might snap in half if Alex squeezed too hard. Alex immediately felt endeared towards her little Aunt… it reminded her of her dear friend Sophie although Aunt Carol’s hug certainly gave the impression that she was much more delicate than Sophie…

After being handled so roughly by the girls, Carol was tense when Alex first hugged her but it was tender and loving in her strong arms and she melted into the hug. As strong as the girl had become she was still very loving and kind. Unlike the tears of shame she had cried over the lusty arousal she had begun feeling whenever the girls overpowered her and made her do things or shoved her around the new tears that wet her eyes came from joy that Alex was there and maybe things would get better.

She had not cried at the time they made her undress Lisa with her teeth and lips and hold the robe in her mouth as the naked teen slipped her arms into it. She had cried later from the humiliation for the powerful arousal she was still feeling thinking about it. How she could fear it and hate so much being the weaker one and still be turned on so damn much by it was surely sick.

Later on Ann came out to greet them… her older cousin was also someone Alex remembered fondly; they’d spent some great summers together when Alex was little …. the last time she saw Ann she was definitely the smaller one. Ann was now taller than Carol by an inch or two. She looked up to her cool older cousin and wanted to be just like her… this time it was certainly Ann who was looking up at her bigger, taller younger cousin. It was strange to feel how things had flipped.

The two cousins hugged and laughed and it was a good greeting that carried on into the house for the rest of the afternoon. Carol was glad Lisa was not there and the girls had time to be alone that evening.

Alex got settled in and within a couple of days was already out there with her dad working on the farm… it was a good workout so Alex didn’t mind… lifting large bales of hay and digging ditches for drainage around the old barn… Alex quite enjoyed the physical work on the farm… and quite often started noticing little Aunt Carol watching her through the window as she was lifting and throwing heavy bales of hay. Alex smiled and waved to Aunt Carol… gosh she’s so little and sweet Alex thought to herself….

Alex settles in

It became one of Carol’s favorite things to cook meals for the now extended family. It was one way she could help her brother’s family have time to get moved and settled. There was still much to do. She liked cooking and her kitchen offers a wonderful view over the farms. Large double doors to a screened patio and more windows around the room and bay window let her watch much of what they were doing to clean out and begin on farm upkeep that had lagged for so long.

She didn’t mean to stare and knew she had been caught looking but young Alex’s body was just so amazing. With her tall fit body she looked much older than her age. She had strong abs and arms and her legs were like dancers with long toned muscles. Her back stout and body just ripped the girl had both the genetics and training to be just fucking hot for any age.

That she was so young and still the same sweet girl in so many ways was hard to get used to but very welcomed into Carol’s life. So was so unlike Ann who was being careful to not let others see how she treated her mom when no one was around.

Jack and Ray had left for the lumber yard with a large order for rebuilding one of the old barns with a new roof and stalls for horses and indoor-outdoor runs for large breed dogs Jack wanted to raise for the guard, police and service industry as a sideline now that he was back on the farm. Their father had raised dogs and he remembered them fondly. The horse breeding idea was his wifes. She had been in touch with breeders who needed more stalls and half of the old barn would be rented out to them. There were still some stalls for their own horses they would ride over the farm and surrounding areas and into the state park only a half hour’s ride away.

Alex and her mom Jan had gone to meet with Brenda, the woman who runs the horse breeding operation on the farm as well as owns the local feed and tack store. They wanted to see the horses she would be boarding full time at the farm. There would be two studs Toby and Pistol and the other stalls were for the mares who would stay during their week of estrus.

Ann had not come out of her room yet when the kitchen door opened and Lisa walked in, making Carol pause at the kitchen counter. Her heart raced not only from the surprise but knowing she would be alone most of the day with the girls. She had hoped Ann would sleep even later.

“ Oh hi Lisa, Ann is not up yet but of course you can go on back” Carol said and turned away hoping the girl would leave her alone in the kitchen. The look that quickly came to Lisa’s face worried her.

Lisa had been surfing online and didn’t know yet how she was going to deal with Ann but she knew in her heart after the last few days she wanted to be a lesbain or at least bi-sexual. She had been obsessed with what she found when she did a search for “women dominating women” and then even found some stories about “daughters dominating moms” and that really got under her skin. She just knew she had to talk Ann into the two of them turning her weak little mom into some kind of sex slave they could dominate and she didn’t think it would be that hard to convince her.

She figured Ann would like to at least do it for getting money and that new car she wanted out of it they played their cards right and maybe blackmailed her if they had to. Lisa was not sure but she got the feeling that she was not the only one turned on by seeing Carol looking so hot when she was overpowered and roughed up a little.

There were lots of stories about blackmail she had read and wanted to talk to Starzbet Güncel Giriş Ann about and then there was the bondage too. After tying Carol’s hands behind her back and making her use her sexy mouth to timidly pull the wet bikini off her it was pretty much all she could think about. She had been looking at a lot of bondage too. A lot of it was production and a lot of it was hot as fuck. And the stories about women and girls and blackmail and it was all too fucking hot and she wanted Carol’s little ass badly.

She was tempted to hang in the kitchen with the sexy Ms Carol but she wanted to wake up Ann and show her what she had found and saved to her laptop that was tucked under her arm.

“ Oh okay Ms, Carol, I will do that. I have something I am sure Ann will want to see” Lisa said and smiled as she touched the laptop and turned away down the hall.

To Lisa’s surprise Ann was not in bed but in her bathroom at the mirror with her earbuds swaying to some music that must be sultry given how sexy her moves were. Her backside was to the room making it easy for Lisa to close the door and walk up near the door jamb and watch her sexy friend wash her face and then start brushing out her wavy brown hair. Ann was in panties and cut off Tee-shirt. Her pretty bare feet on a plush pink rug. She was short and getting curvy like her mom. She may not have as big of tits as her little mom yet but the idea of reaching under her shirt and feeling them up was so incredibly tempting to Lisa at that moment.

Lisa finally walked into the bathroom to catch Ann unaware touching her shoulder just as Ann saw her in the mirror. Ann was startled for a second but recovered with.“Hiya Lisa, you are the early bird today. What’s up?”

Lisa was having a hard time not looking at Ann’s sweet round tits. “Girl, You have to put a top on so I can talk to you. My hands are wanting to get grabby and we need to talk.” Holding up her laptop she added “about this and something you need to see on it.

“Hey slut if you want to get all grabby is one thing but what is on that you have not shown me already. You are really into the porn lately. I can see your mind spinning the last few days. What gives my slutty friend? “ Ann stared her in the eyes, put her hands on her hips, stuck out her chest almost daring Lisa to reach for her tits. Lisa had her hands full with the laptop and a carry bag she always had with her or she may have gone for it but Ann moved to grab her Tee she had already set on the dresser top.

Lisa followed her in to sit on her bed and opened her laptop. For several long minutes Lisa did most of the talking as she told of her grand idea for them to have the most exciting summer of their lives with money to spend and a way to get around and most of all to have a weak little sex slave who would do anything for them.

It did not surprise Ann at all when she asked. “And just who is this generous sex slave going to be?” and Lisa replied.” You know who. Your mom. She is perfect for it and you know it. You saw how weak and submissive she was when I tied her hands and made her take off my swimsuit with her mouth. She is more than perfect for it; she is practically begging for it. She is already cleaning your room and is afraid of us. We can run her life this summer now that classes are out.

Lisa looked up at Ann seriously “ I may as well say it. I am hot for your mom and well, you too. Lisa, I think I am a lesbian and that’s all I think about. You and your weak little sexy hot mom are all I think about.

Ann looked back at her best friend who had just proposed the most insane idea at the same time as dropping the lesbian bomb on her and all she could think of was to lean in caressing her face, tiling her head a little and kissing her. Lisa let go of the laptop and it fell to bed as she put her hands on Ann’s sweet tits as the kiss went sensually ballistic !

It was after Ann’s second orgasm and maybe the fifth for Lisa when they finally lay back and rested. Ann nodded off for a few minutes. Lisa was on her laptop when she woke up. As they looked at videos of hot lesbian women doing some really kinky things to other women tied and forced to do things or endure things, Lisa went for Ann’s pussy again to soon had them both excited and ready when she said, “ Lets go get your mom and pull her in here, tie her up and make her watch us have sex. “

Lisa had played it just right. She had not said to make her a sex slave or even to have sex with her but only to make her watch and Ann found that idea hot and went for it. Of course Lisa was hoping it would go further.

“So what’s the plan?” Lisa asked with her heart in her throat and nearly shaking with a rush of excitement.

“Call her in here. We gag her, tie her hands, slap her around some, yell at her, tie her up more and make her watch and as we fuck we tell her how fucked she is now. Call her in. I have a kneesock gag and cords ready in my bag. “ Lisa grinned.

Lisa was not the only one who had been getting into her being bossy with her mom. After a little more discussion Ann was fully on board by the time she stood up and took a deep breath. “ hey mom…mom…get your ass in here! Get in here now…we need to talk! “ she yelled.

After feeling like ice water had been thrown on her when hearing Ann yelling for her in such a bossy way Carol’s heart pounded in her chest. She stood at the doorway. “What would you like to talk about? Can I get you something?”

“ Yeah mom you can get your ass over here and stand by the bed. We are going to talk about how things are going to change around her even more than they have. You see mom…you are ours now. Me and Lisa own your ass now. Right now I want you to kneel facing the bed and Lisa is going to tie you up.”

Carol was stunned by the frank way she said it.

“ What? …What do you mean, owned? “

Ann jumped up and faced her mom who cowered and looked down submissively for fear of being slapped.

“ I mean owned mom. Like a slave or a pet. You ass is mine and you will get on your fucking kness now! “ Then she slapped her face with her right hand turning it one way then slapped it just as hard with the other hand knocking the opposite way over and over three times each before Carol cried out for mercy. Knowing the girls could easily overpower her and force her into it she would have to do as told but something primal in her took over in a moment of panic and she tried to put her hands up to protect her face when she felt Lisa grab her arms and easily pull them behind her back. She tried to pull away but didn’t have the strength. She twisted her body and even tried to fall down but the girl just laughed.

“God Carol, you are so fucking tiny and weak i can hold you with one hand” She said as she did so and used her other hand to reach around and grab one of her nipples and pinched it hard making her squeal loudly.

“Get on your knees you weak, pathetic dumb little bitch and I will stop slapping you” Ann yelled at her.

Lisa easily pushed Carol to her knees and lay her face down on the bed. Lisa stayed behind her and used one of the cords Ann handed her to bind her thin wrists tightly. She wanted it so tight it would hurt the woman’s wrists and pulled and yanked it hard as she tied the knot. Then she took another cord and bound her ankles just as tight. Ann took more pictures as Lisa put the gag in her mouth. Lisa easily yanked the feeble woman back and up to her feet again then shoved her down on the bed hard. She tied the end of a long cord to the one on her ankles and tossed it over the center where the canopy frame came to a finial and pulled as she lifted her ankles until her ass was raised off the bed a few inches.

Carol had never been or felt so weak and helpless in her life. She was truly a little toy the stronger girls could do with as they pleased and that weakness made her sick and ashamed.

“Now time for some ass whipping until you are begging to lick pussy, slave bitch” Lisa growled.

She had just started whipping the backs of her thighs and ass cheeks when Ann started taking off her thin cotton shorts she slept in and her phone chimed she had a text.

“ Fuck… its Alex, She wants to come over and help mom and hang out with her. I swear it’s like she loves her or something. Mom…you little ass just got lucky for now but your ass and those big tits will be ours later. Lisa, let the bitch down so she can see her little lover girl. “ Ann said as was pulling her shorts back on.

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Lucy’s Tale (Part 7)

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Part Seven

My exhaustion from my day of incredible sex was total. I feigned a little sunstroke and with my Mum being, well, a Mum, she gave me some painkiller and packed me off to bed. I was asleep in minutes.

Mike did wake me up as he came to bed and we had a little cuddle. I felt myself falling asleep in his arms, wishing we could do this all night, every night.

I woke early next morning and tiptoed to the bathroom. After I had freshened up, I quietly snuck to our parents’ room and peered in. Both of them were sound asleep and I silently closed the door and made my way back to my slumbering lover.

I peeled the covers back, knowing I had to be quick, and fished his soft cock out from the front of his boxers and engulfed it greedily into my mouth. Mike roused instantly and so did his prick and it wasn’t long before he had hold of my head and was fucking my throat, nearly as hard as he would fuck my pussy. The more times that I put myself in an out of control situation, the more I realise it turned me on like crazy. This was definitely something I needed to explore a little more. In a matter of minutes, I was rewarded with my protein breakfast. Several blasts of Mike’s morning spunk filled my tongue and I gulped it greedily down before jumping onto him for a passionate kiss. We hugged for another five minutes or so and then I jumped up to get ready, turned towards our door and froze.

The door was open a few inches and I was mortified. I had definitely closed the door when I came back in, I remember it, I’m sure I did! I looked through the crack and saw nobody. I ran silently down to our parents’ door again and they still seemed to be asleep. With my heart pounding, I ran back to Mike to tell him why I had just darted out of the room. He smiled and said I mustn’t have closed the door properly. My mind was doing somersaults and I was a little torn, very confused and felt quite sick at the idea that we could have been caught. I dressed and made my way downstairs.

As I set up the coffee maker for when the family got up, I was mentally kicking myself for being so careless as well as playing over my movements again and again and again. I began to feel sick as I became more convinced that I had really closed the door. Had Mum or John seen us and then ran back to their room? Why would they do that? If it had been Mum, surely to God she would have screamed so loud we would have all needed hearing aids by now.

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts, I nearly jumped out of my skin when Mike walked into the room and said Hi.

‘Jesus Christ, don’t sneak up on me like that!’ I snapped

‘Easy Tiger!’ Mike said softly, ‘What the hell is eating you up Lucy? I’ve never seen you like this!’

I looked up at him, my eyes filling up and I felt my lips begin to quiver. Seeing this, Mike pulled me close to him, realising that I was still concerned about the door and he all but convinced me that I quite simply, must have made a mistake and the door mustn’t have been shut properly. He also said that he had just come past our parents’ room and they were still sound asleep. I felt stupid and I could feel the tears rolling down my face. I realised that it wasn’t just the thought of getting caught and as I raised my reddened eyes to look at Mike, I spoke from the heart with my voice breaking uncontrollably, ‘I just don’t want to lose you!’

The tears flowed hard and Mike kissed my head and shushed me a little, ‘I won’t let anything separate us baby, I love you way too much’

His words helped and I tried to dry Starzbet my eyes a little. I looked into a little mirror on the side and saw how red and bloodshot they had become so I went into the downstairs toilet to splash on some cool water and I took my make-up bag to try with a bit of disguise as well. I realised that it was the first time I had even used the bag since we arrived and by the time I came out, even though it was mid morning, I looked ready for a good night out.

A little while later, Mum came down, shortly followed by John. Mum gave me grief for my excessive make-up saying I was pretty enough and didn’t need all that crap on my face and five minutes later, John came down and did a little wolf whistle saying I looked great! Of course this cause Mum to have a go at John and Mike signalled for me to escape the room. As he caught me in the hallway he whispered to me, ‘That didn’t look like the actions of someone who has just seen you sucking your step-brother’s cock does it? I gave a half smile and thumped his chest. He had a point but something was nagging at me. I had to lean more towards Mike’s point of view though and I decided to let it lie, deciding to be just a little more vigilant.

That day was planned to be a driving trip, with a ferry crossing, to mainland Greece. I was ready for a long and frustrating day until Mike asked to borrow my phone before we set off. I asked him why and he said it was a surprise! I handed him my Blackberry and he disappeared upstairs. When he handed it back he whispered a word I had never heard before in my ear, ‘ToothTalk’. I looked at him with a ‘What the fuck are you talking about’ look on my face and he laughed and pointed at my phone. As we set off, I took my phone out of my pocket and realised that it had been muted. I then clicked into applications and saw something new called ToothTalk with the Bluetooth logo as the symbol. I opened the software and instantly there was a message from Mike saying, ‘Hi Sexy’

Mike led with a hint and took his earphones out and plugged them into his iPhone. I did the same and gave our folks a warning that we were both listening to music. I settled down for a good, silent chat with Mike.
Me: Who’s a clever boy then?

Mike: Well I couldn’t stand not being able to chat to you all day

Me: Sorry for being such a wimp before but I was scared. Still not 100%

Mike: No worries honey and by the way, thanks for the awesome blow job this morning. Best way to be woken up ever. Maybe I can return the favour some day?

Me: You better had boy!

Mike: Oooh bossy!

Me: Damn right lol

Mike: OK wanna play a game?

Me: Hmmmm parents too close

Mike: lol not that kinda game babes

Me: Ahhh OK, what game then?

Mike: Well it’s not really a game, it’s more a case of ‘Ask whatever you want for an honest answer!’

Me: OK and we can ask anything?

Mike: Yeah, the idea is that u can ask something u may normally be embarrassed to ask.

Me: Anything?

Mike: Anything and you cant refuse to answer.

Me: OK, you go first lol

Mike: OK here goes. We have made love a few times now and we not used a rubber. Should I be worried?

Me: LMAO – did I not tell u I was on the pill??

Mike: phew, and no you didn’t lol

Me: Ooops sorry honey xxx My turn then. You sure anything?

Mike: Totally, I have no secrets from you

Me: OK, when we were in the dunes with that blonde guy, I looked down at one point Starzbet Giriş and you two were jerking each other off. Was that a first for you? Or are you bi?

Mike: Did it bother you?

Me: Err you didn’t answer the question!

Mike: Oooh clever. No it wasn’t a first time and I think I could be bi. Does that bother you?

Me: No, not at all. It’s a bit hot actually. Did it bother you when I was doing a 69 with Kathy?

Mike: Yr fuckin jokin right??? I’ve NEVER seen anything so hot! Would you do it again with a girl?

Me: I think so, it was weird but so sexy. No offense but her tongue on me was incredible. Do you have a boyfriend?

Mike: lol no I don’t. But, there is a guy that I have done it with a few times. Im gonna guess this question isn’t over?

Me: Correct! (That was yr question) My turn. How old is he and how did it happen.

Mike: He is much older than me, in his early 40’s and it just kinda led up to it over a long time. Anything else?

Me: Yes! (u gotta be careful with your questions lol) How far have you gone with him?

Mike stopped typing and stared out of the window for a minute. I sent another message quickly

Me: Sorry, that’s too personal, you don’t have to answer that.

Mike: It’s OK, I really like the guy but I guess it went further than it should with him. We did everything. First he gave me the most amazing BJ and then I returned the favour and over quite a few times and after quite a bit of drink, I let him fuck me. I’m not gonna say I didn’t enjoy it, cos I did, and we have done it a few times since, but I suppose I shouldn’t have really gone that far with him.

Me: Cos of his age?

Mike: You could say that yes!

Me: OK I won’t ask anymore, def your turn!

Mike: Sure you still not turned off me now?

Me: It would take a lot more than that babes! And now I wish I’d seen you sucking off that guy in the dunes! He was hot!

Mike: Nice cock too lol!

Me: OK, ask me a question!

Mike: If we got caught out, would you run away with me!

Me: Would you want me to?

Mike: Cheating! Answer the question!

Me: In a heartbeat baby. I know I am only young and some may a bit stupid for saying this but I cannot imagine my life without you by my side to hold and love me. So YES YES YES!!!! I would miss my Mum terribly but if she didn’t like our relationship, I couldn’t stay. So would you want me to?

Mike: No!

Me: What???????????

Mike: I would want that as a last resort. I would want them to accept us and deal with it. Would you want them to discover us or would you rather we told them?

Me: Wow, that shows my immaturity doesn’t it. I didn’t even think of telling them. I just thought of ways for them not to find out. But that woud be the right way. Certainly not just now cos yr Dad might drive us off the road lol

Mike: Hmmm good point and hide the knives from yr Mum?

Me: Good thinking!

Mike: OK, what is my most attractive feature?

Me: Hmmm, definitely your smile. Mine?

Mike: Oh without question, your bum!

Me: What?

Mike: It is the most perfect bum ever! You are lucky you don’t have teeth marks in it!

Me: Errr thanks I think!

Mike: It was a compliment! I could marry your bum!

Me: Well it looks like I am dating one!

Mike: Yr calling me a bum now? Hey are we dating?

Me: Feels like it!

Mike: Starzbet Yeni Giriş I guess it does. I love you so much Lucy, it actually hurts and I’ve never said that to anyone before.

Me: I’m in the same place Mike. I know it is a cheesy line from a movie but, you complete me!

Mike: Yes cheesy, Jerry McGuire, but perfect for me too. I will not lose you, I refuse.

Me: Deal xxx

We asked a million more questions during the trip and even though we barely looked at each other during the trip, I felt so much closer to Mike after our ‘honesty session’. He admitted to feeling the same and the conclusion was that we needed some more alone time, not just for sex, but to have some true lovemaking. We also agreed that while our situation was awkward, there was nothing morally wrong with what we were doing. We weren’t REAL brother and sister, it was only because our stupid parents got married. We both felt bad because we muted that we hoped their marriage failed! We each apologised for that but still had a laugh about it.

We had a great day out and it was late when we set off back to our island. It had been a long day and I still felt a little exhausted from the day before. When we got into the car for the return journey, I settled back into my seat and tried to sleep but could not get comfortable. I made it very public knowledge and my Mum was the one who asked Mike if I could lay on his lap. He grumbled a bit but allowed me (hee hee). Mum passed me a thin blanket and I was soon very comfortable. The only person who could look back was John and he did once or twice, so I kept a close watch on him as I brought the blanket right up and slowly extracted Mike’s cock from his shorts, so it was hidden from view. Then, just using my tongue and the tips of my lips, I began to give him the longest, most sensual blow job of his life as my hidden hand caressed his smooth balls. My poor cunt was leaking like crazy but had to remain untouched by my lover as I slurped noiselessly on his perfect tool. At least half an hour later I felt him squeeze my arm hard and I prepared myself for feeding and I wasn’t disappointed. Blast after blast of his man cream filled my mouth and I relished his juice before I allowed it to slide down my throat. How he ever managed to stay silent and undetected through that is beyond me. I moved forward slightly and held him gently in my mouth until his ardour and his racing heart subsided then carefully put him back into his shorts. Contented, I drifted off to sleep.

When we arrived home, I was very groggy and did not want to move from my comfy place and I felt a pair of strong arms pick me up and start to carry me into the house. My eyes were closed but the hands held me a little oddly as we moved up the stairs. One was around my back and the hand was resting firmly on my left breast and the other was supporting me by my bum and it felt like a thumb was pressed right up on my pussy lips and with such thin material, the bounce of each step was making the thumb move a fraction further against me. Before we reached the bedroom, I opened my eyes expecting to see Mike smiling a dirty smile at me but no, it wasn’t Mike, it was his Dad and as soon as my eyes opened he seemed to reposition his hand immediately, trying to make a bit of a joke, ‘Jeez Lucy, you weigh a bloody ton!’

My mind started to play the same tricks as it had done earlier with the door business and I pushed it to the back of my mind. John had never been like that with me, why would he start that now? I was being ridiculous, it was narrow set of stairs and it can’t be that easy to carry someone my size up to bed. Being a bit paranoid, I went to the bathroom and found the set of scales. The most important thing on my tired mind was, ‘Am I really that heavy?’

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