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Famous last words. The very words I told myself only moments after Shawn rolled out of my bed. I had no excuses for it either, and though I had said that, and meant it, that didn’t change the consequences one iota. I knew then I had fucked up my life, my relationship with Shane…Shawn’s twin sister.

I had met Shane at a party a few weeks earlier, not knowing at the time she had an identical twin sister. I didn’t even find that out until we’d been dating for well over a week, finally invited back to her home where I got the surprise of my life.

Inviting me inside, she had poured us each a coke from the fridge, and then excused herself saying that she’d really like to get out of the clothes she was wearing and into her “comfy” ones. Not having a clue as to what that meant, I was content to sit there and wait on her.

I also happened to know that her dad was out of town on business and would be for the next several days. Her mother worked the night shift at a local bar waiting tables, so as far as I knew, we had the house entirely to ourselves. Not once had she ever mentioned the fact she had siblings, though in her defense, I’d not yet gotten around to asking her about that either.

Shane was a very attractive woman in every sense of the word. And I don’t mean gorgeously beautiful either, because she wasn’t. She wore her dark hair short, which was a bit unusual perhaps, but it gave her a carefree wild sort of look to match her piercing blue eyes. She was also the exact same height that I was at around five foot eight. Though thankfully preferred wearing sandals or sneakers as opposed to wearing high heels. Like I said, she was far from being gorgeous, but she had a certain something that just exuded her sexuality and sensuality. That to me made her even sexier, her wild carefree attitude and demeanor, which to me being a part of her character is what made her attractive and beautiful in her own way.

Her smile could melt ice cream, and her eyes could make it hard again. I know, because she’d done that to me more times than I could count myself now, and we had barely started kissing one another with full tongues.

Tonight however, she had hinted at the possibility of something more happening. At least I hoped so. It wasn’t so much anything she said that even suggested it. Only that she was looking forward to spending some real quality time with me later on that evening.

We had spent nearly the entire day walking around campus at a local university. Now each of us graduated from high school, and looking ahead towards our individual futures, it had been through other friends who were going to the school who’d invited us for a meet and greet. Which is how we’d met. Shane had attended an entirely different high school than I had, though within the same community. And now…here we were, walking about campus, talking about the various classes each of us hoped to be taking, three of which we likewise hoped we’d be taking together.

Sitting there drinking the coke she’d opened and poured for me, I heard her coming down the stairs a few minutes later. In moments she came into the kitchen area where I was sitting. She had told me she was going upstairs to get comfy, but when she came in carrying what appeared to be a laundry basket, I had no idea what she had obviously meant by that. She was naked, except for a pair of blue and red stripped bikini panties, which is the only thing she had on.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed upon seeing her, which was a surprise in and of itself. Not even realizing I had spoken, possibly because she jumped, dumping the basket she was carrying in the middle of the floor.

“Jesus Christ!” She screamed upon seeing me, looking at me like I was some sort of a burglar or something. “You scared the shit out of me!”

Dumbfounded, I could only sit there looking at her stupidly. I felt as though I had just entered the twilight zone or something by the way she was acting.

“Well the least you could do, is quit staring at my tits, and help me pick up this laundry!”

Even though I finally moved to help her, I was still in a confused state of shock, not at all understanding what the hell was going on here, though now…I really was looking at her tits as I began gathering up the scattered clothing that she’d basically dumped everywhere.

“I see you’ve met my sister.”

Now it was my turn to jump, spinning around to find myself staring at an identical doppelganger of the half naked woman in front of me. The one behind me, a bit more modestly attired though not by much. She wore a skimpy pair of cut off sweat shorts and a tee shirt that looked all but painted on.

“Your sister?” I said once again turning to look at the woman who now stood holding the previously dumped basket of clothing in front of her, now concealing her bare breasts, well mostly anyway. “You’re twins?”

“You must be the new boyfriend,” Shawn said just before Shane introduced me to her.

“Yeah, this is my sister illegal bahis Shawn,” Shane said finally introducing me. “And yes…we’re identical in every way,” she added once again looking at her, seeing where my eyes suddenly turned at the moment as one of Shawn’s breasts was still clearly revealed. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I looked away once again lacking any words to say for a moment.

“Well, at least now I know I didn’t step off into some parallel universe, for a moment there, I really did think I’d just entered the twilight zone!”

That made them both laugh, which eased the tension considerably. I soon after followed Shane back into the living room as Shawn completed her trip downstairs to the laundry room.

“Sorry about that, I guess I should have warned you,” Shane told me. “Shawn tends to run around the house like that whenever we’re alone. “I thought I could change and then warn her about you’re being downstairs, but she was too quick for me,” she added.

“Might have helped had I known you even had a sister, and a twin sister at that,” I stated once again the image of her beautiful well rounded breasts with the dark pink nipples capping each one filling my thoughts. “So…totally identical then?” I asked trying to hide what I was actually thinking about, though Shane laughed.

“Yeah, you’ve seen her boobs…you’ve seen mine. So I guess now, you won’t need to huh?”

“I’m sure they’re not exactly identical,” I said guessing, “And besides which, I didn’t exactly look at them that long to really remember what they did look like,” I said trying to worm my way out of the situation.

“Ah huh,” she said, and then smiled. “But just so you know? We really are. If you were to see us actually stand there totally naked together, I’m willing to bet there’s no way you could tell us a part. We even shave ourselves bare, so there’s nothing there either that would hint at anything. And our boobs are exactly the same size and shape too. We wear our hair in the same style, simply because it is fun to fool people whenever we do go out together, though we generally don’t always dress alike. Only when we’re in the mood to really fake people out. Then we do.”

“So you’re telling me I really wouldn’t know, wouldn’t be able to tell the two of you a part if you were to actually do that.”

“Nope! We even sound identical to one another on the phone too, which reminds me. Shawn’s a bit of a tease, even more so than I am. So don’t be surprised if and when you call, she tries to pretend she’s me.”

“Well that could get awkward. I guess I’d best not say anything too personal, though how am I to know it really is you I’m even talking to then? Maybe…we should establish some sort of a code, so when I’m not sure, I can ask you the code word, and if you give back the correct response, then I will know for sure it is you then.”

“That sounds like a plan, what code should we use?”

“How about this, something simple, but not so much she’d figure it out. If I want to know it’s really you on the other end of the line…or for that matter, even in person. If I say ‘blue’ you say, “bluer”.

“Bluer?”

“Yeah, easy…simple, but she might attempt to fool me and give another color in response, so doing it that way, I’m pretty sure I’ll know it’s really you.”

We agreed on that, and then settled down on her couch to watch a little TV, though Shawn came into the room a short while later, joining us. She had dressed herself however in an outfit very similar to her sisters, and once again, it amazed me to see the two of them together like that. I truly couldn’t distinguish one from the other. Had they gone out and swapped clothes, and then returned, I would have seriously never known.

Unfortunately with Shawn hanging around us, which we both felt she had done on purpose, we did very little but kiss every once in a while. The “quality time” I’d been hoping for to have with Shane turned out to be the three of us sitting around ordering pizza and drinking beer and then watching what turned out to be a chick-flick. The quality time I’d initially been hoping for, never happened. And even more oddly, if anyone did more flirting than anyone else, it was Shawn who was doing it.

With a long day ahead of me looking for a place to live, I soon afterwards called it a night, promising to call Shane the following day, especially if I was lucky enough to find a place. If I did, I’d invited her to come see it and see what she thought about it. I was already looking forward to her coming to visit with me, which I hoped would give us the alone time I was really looking forward to with her.

It was also interesting. Just as Shane hadn’t told me about her sister, I hadn’t told her everything about myself as well yet. For one, I didn’t really want her to know I was pretty well off. Not just yet anyway. I’d already had my fill of girlfriends who were really only interested in me because of my substantial trust, casino siteleri something my grandparents had seen to, and which was currently helping put me through school. The fact I also had a full scholarship helped, but even then I didn’t flaunt the fact that I usually had plenty of spending money. My one real luxury item was a brand new Volkswagen Bug, convertible. I had managed to pass off my reasoning behind purchasing that as it was economical as well as reliable to drive. I didn’t bother mentioning I had paid cash for it when I did. If Shane thought I was having to make payments on it, so be it. This early in our relationship, I didn’t think I needed to tell her, at least not until I was far more comfortable with her liking me for me, and not for my money.

As it turned out, I found a nice reasonable little place not too far away from campus, easily within walking distance if I chose not to drive my car. That…or even ride my bike which I was planning on doing as often as it was feasible for me to do so. I had called Shane, excited to tell her, and sure enough, found out a short time later I was actually speaking with Shawn.

“So…you found a place huh?”

“Yeah I did, and pretty close to campus too. I’m really anxious to show it to you,” I told her.

“Oh you are huh?” She giggled. “Anxious to show it to me?”

Shane and I had flirted, joked and teased one another enough so far, that it wasn’t totally out of character to be hinting at the subject she was now. But there was something in the way she was saying it, that didn’t exactly remind me of Shane. So I decided to use the code word.

“Blue.”

“Blue what?”

I waited. And then heard her laugh. “Oh, I see. Very tricky, guess you figured out it was me and not Shane,” she said still laughing. “Ok, I tried. I’ll go get her for you,” she said and then put the phone down. Moments later I heard it being picked up again.

“Hello? Dave?”

“Blue,” I said once again hearing a laugh on the other end of the line.

“Bluer,” I heard this time, and now knew it was her.

Even after that first day, Shawn never gave up trying to fool me on the phone, and very often succeeding at it until I used the code word. The first couple of times that I did, she had responded back with another color, but upon doing that, I then knew who it was I was actually speaking to. Eventually, she finally gave up trying to fool me, or even tease or flirt with me as much as she had been. After that whenever I called, she simply put Shane on the phone.

After a while, I quit worrying about using the code. Most of the time I never said anything over the phone anyway that would give Shawn any reason to try and trick me into saying something I shouldn’t. But the reality of that was, there wasn’t much I could have told her anyway. Two month’s into our relationship, Shane and I hadn’t done anything more than a little light petting. All I’d managed to do so far, was play with her boobs a little while we sat on the couch together, and then always on the outside of her clothes. I had yet to actually touch her bare flesh. We’d agreed to take things slowly…but I was starting to wonder at this point if we weren’t going a bit too slowly under the circumstances.

All that however was about to change, and in a very significant way.

I had taken my time settling into my new place, but once I had, Shane decided that we needed to have a party in order to celebrate that, a sort of home coming party. I wasn’t too sure about doing that as I knew that most of the friends we knew and had, were very much party people, and that things could easily get out of hand if we let them. Even so, I agreed, and so we called everyone we wanted to invite planning on that very weekend, including Shawn, which I’d expected Shane would do.

It never failed to startle me, even when I went over to Shane’s place when I saw the two of them together. So identical in every sense of the word. But even that failed in comparison to seeing them arrive at my new place, also identically dressed. They were indeed two peas in a pod, and spent the first several minutes driving me insane trying to guess which one was which, which I was also never able to do. When I finally got Shane alone in the kitchen as we began making up a batch of margaritas, I decided to use the code word.

“Blue?”

She looked at me and grinned.

“Blue balls!”

“Nice try Shawn,” I said looking at her. To which she laughed and then responded correctly.

“Bluer…there, satisfied?”

“Fuck…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell the two of you a part,” I told her, not without using the code word anyway.”

“Well…there is ONE way,” she said further teasing me. “But it’s a deep dark secret, so maybe later on, I’ll have to show you.”

“Show me?”

“Yeah…later, when we’ve got a chance to be alone,” she said winking at me. I could only wonder at what that might actually be, poker siteleri and then figuring maybe, just maybe it was a small mole or something in a somewhat intimate place. Something that one of them would have, and the other wouldn’t. I could hardly wait to find out.

But as it turned out, that was going to be a while. The night was young yet, and there were still several startling surprises to be discovered far ahead of that.

I had tried in vain to keep the party down to a small roar, or rather a smaller group of people than who eventually showed up. It was a lot closer to a near drunken orgy than I would have liked, with at least two dozen people there, most of them our friends, but there were a few couples who showed up that were friends of Shawn’s and not mine or her sister’s who also arrived. If I had hoped to keep things from getting out of hand early on, I was in for a major disappointment. Once the margaritas began flowing, it was pretty much a lost cause.

When someone discovered I had the old game of “twister”, that should have been an immediate red flag. Initially, it was a silly thing to be playing, but as everyone loosened up, it sounded like fun actually, and so we began doing so. Until someone else suggested we turn it into a game of “strip twister”. After that, anyone who couldn’t get into the positions they were supposed to get into, had to take off an article of clothing. Even then, I figured a little bit of bare skin might in fact be interesting. But I was also pretty sure that about the time someone lost it all, that would pretty much be the end of it. Boy was I in for a big surprise.

We played for quite some time. Eventually, there were several girls who were in fact now topless, and one or two more who had nothing more on than either a thong or panties. I figured that as soon as it came to their turns again, and should anyone lose, the game would finally be over. What I hadn’t anticipated however finally happened.

I’d already lost track of who was actually who now twice during the evening. Which was more than a little disconcerting until Shane would say something to let me know it was her, or just the opposite, with Shawn saying something to me in such a way that I also knew it was her and not her sister. Still…having been faced with that several times now during the evening made me realize even more so, just how nearly perfect the two of them really were.

When they both lost their blouses, and having not worn a bra beneath them, is when it really got interesting. Someone actually made the comment that now that they were both bare breasted, that they could find a way to be able to tell the two of them apart. I guess I shouldn’t have been all that surprised when the girls took up that challenge. Though not totally inebriated, not by any means, they had each had enough booze that neither one of them seemed to have much in the way of any real inhibitions. If anything, it seemed to bolster the mood to continue to see how long they could actually fool everyone. It was then determined that everyone and anyone could look at them as closely as they wanted to. Each of them. After that, they would then have to put up five dollars on who they thought was who. If the majority guessed wrong, the girls kept the money and would split it between themselves. If the girls lost, they said they’d match whatever money had been bet, and the rest of those who’d guessed correctly would then split it up from there.

Even I had to admit, I was looking forward to trying to guess who was really who myself, and spent an almost inordinate amount of time staring closely at their twin breasts trying to find something that would tell me which one was which. Everyone was given a minute to look, and then the girls left the room returning a few minutes later. Neither one of them spoke as everyone placed their five bucks in a plastic cup with their name on it in front of them.

Needless to say, the girls won. Though a few had in fact guessed correctly, the majority hadn’t, including myself.

If I’d expected things to mellow out some after that, I was sadly mistaken. If anything, the party got a bit wilder and wilder, especially as no one who’d lost clothes felt it was important to put them back on again. And many others then decided it felt better to be naked entirely, and soon did so. Even Shane and Shawn had stripped down to nothing more than matching blue thongs. The image of what Shane had told me a while back about them both being clean shaven there, immediately popping into my head.

And though no one was actually fucking, they might just as well have been as several couples now rearranged the furniture enough to dance in the middle of the room. Slow dances mostly, and very sexy in nature by the songs being played. I saw more than one hard stiff erection out there on the floor, with someone’s hand usually fondling it, amongst other things.

As much as I didn’t really want to have this party in the first place, I was now just drunk enough, and horny enough, that I was actually having a pretty good time. Of course, all this naked female flesh dancing and running around me didn’t hurt either, especially when Shane came over to the couch I was sitting on, still wearing nothing but her very brief blue thong.

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Baby Sister Ch. 03: stRAWberry SHortcAKE

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Alone with her new brothers Maria gets her first taste of being by herself without her Mother. The taste test was to her liking. Strawberries helped.

*

“Strawberries coming right up.”

Wiley Barnett paraded through the kitchen his sweat pants tented in dramatic fashion, Maria following him like a lost puppy uncertain what to do now that her Mother was gone. She was sad, yet feeling free. With her Mother gone for a month Maria could be herself, of course being herself wasn’t entirely clear. At barely eighteen and having had no real interaction with the outside world she wanted to further her education of life itself. Again, that too was unclear, having seen Wiley jerk off by the pool and he playfully exposing himself right behind her Mother in the dining room, just for Maria she found him hilarious. Where most young girls might panic, shy little Maria was not one of them. She really didn’t know right from wrong. Blame it on her Mother.

“I love strawberries.” She pepped up glued to his hip as he grabbed a bowl to put the berries in. She attempted to steal one but Wiley lifted the bowl high into the air over her 5 foot status. He being 6’3 no matter how high she jumped to reach the bowl she failed. Laughing over her unsuccessful attempts he watched her jubilant titties dancing about beneath her yellow dresses cleavage. The more she jumped the lower her dress fell, with no straps to hold it up the inevitability of her breasts being concealed much longer was only a matter of time. Facing her even more fun considering his erection stabbed straight at her, each jump led her tummy to collide with his beast, she hadn’t even realized it. To her it was all about the fruit, not the looms.

“My berries.” He teased her laughing at her tormented expression, “Pout all you want Baby Sister. You gotta earn these berries.”

“What do you mean?” She paused in her hops to study his playful sneer.

“We’ll get to that. Let’s go sit on the sectional so I can enjoy my tasty berries here.”

“You must share.” She whimpers stomping her foot, being dramatic over a pouty tantrum.

“I share when you share.” He twists in step and walks away from her. In tow she explored his muscles at wearing no shirt, having no real visual of a man’s anatomy this was her first. Oscar his Father did not count, he was ever the gentleman. Although, she did sneak a brief peek at her Mother and Oscar having sex, the images giving her goosebumps, more than any scars. She knew nothing of sex as an act of pleasure. Maria rather enjoyed watching Wiley’s tight butt leading her into the family room. Amazement to say the least.

“Keepin’ up Baby Sister?” He leered over his shoulder, she was dogging his heels with the most remarkable sparkle in her eyes. He had a hunch that she was curious, how curious remained the question. Reaching the sectional he plopped down on the sofa and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. Standing over him she fidgeted as he ate a berry.

“No fair. Share with me.”

“Sit down right here next to me.” He pats the cushion making certain she knew he meant hip to hip. Without pondering his request she just did it. Legs touching legs. “Comfy?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I ask a question and if I like the answer I feed you a berry. Deal?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. You’ve never seen a man naked before me have you?”

“I have not.” She watched him swirl a berry in the air before her eyes, following it in hopes she would be fed.

“Did you like seeing me naked?”

“That is two questions.”

“Don’t get cute, answer me.” He chuckles.

“It was most interesting.”

“Fair enough.” He presses the berry on to her lips and she nibbles it, expressing a vitamin C orgasm. “Look at that expression. You should love everything as much as that berry.”

“Everything?”

“Yep! I’m gonna take my sweats off here in a minute. A berry delivered to that tongue if you say you’re not gonna run off crying.”

“I…why would you…?” Her eyes lower to his tentpole and flare up at it’s size. While she considered it wrong as it should be, she did want to see him again. Curiosity lured the cat. “I will not run. Nor cry.”

“Good girl. There’s no need to panic all I’m doing is prepping you for the future. I like living care free so I pretty much live naked unless I’m at work…when I work.”

“Berry.” She shifts sideways facing him with a starving look in her eyes. He fed her another one but held on to it to observe her puckered lips sucking on it’s juices. Her eyes carefully studied his as to why he was doing this. Finally, he winks and releases the berry to her hunger. “Look at that ecstasy.”

“What is…ecstasy?” She took a vivid interest.

“You recall when I…stroked my boy here by the pool?” He lifts his hips up and tugs his sweats down to his ass, his dick popping free before her eyes. Just watching her eyes bulge made him grow harder. Rubbing berry juice on his cock just to be cute he awaited her answer.

“Yes.” She grows shy suddenly and stares at it. In her lured in gaze he swoops a berry etiler escort under her face and feeds her again, more juices rubbed on his crown right in front of her.

“I want you to understand I’m not here to hurt you Maria. I just need to know you’re alright that I walk around in front of you naked.”

“This is your home. I am a guest.”

“It’s your new home too. So, you’re okay seeing me nude?”

“Yes.” She eyes the bowl of berries which he placed in his lap right above his monster erection.

“You might catch me jerking off a lot. Can you live with that?”

“If you must. Berry?”

“Choose one and pick it out of the bowl.” His erection arching right over the bowl made her hesitate. Still, the temptation was too great and she reached in to pluck up a berry without touching him. Devouring it she studies his eyes as she knows he was looking at her cleavage. Blushing she shares her thoughts.

“Why do you look at me so?”

“Sorry. It’s a guy thing. You know that you’re beautiful.”

“I think so.” She giggles and shares a hint of ego.

“See my dick?” He points at it again reeling her in.

“Yes.”

“This is what happens to a guy when a beautiful woman is in the room.”

“Does it hurt? It looks…painful.”

“Hurts terribly until you work it out. Recall my jerking off and that white stuff shooting out of my crown right here?” He taps his urethra as she examines it from a distance.

“I…did not get a good look. You were too far away.”

“I’m closer now. Want me to show you what beauty does to a man?”

“You…want to…?”

“If you’re going to live in this house you can’t be shy over things like this Maria. Grab a berry.” She instinctively goes after a strawberry. In her decision to choose a larger berry it meant grazing her knuckle on his crown. She freezes up watching his face at her accidental caress. He went into theatrics expressing pain.

“Fuck that hurt.”

“Forgive me Wiley. I did not mean to hurt…touch you.”

“Relax! I know you didn’t. I’m not mad.” He reaches an arm out and draws her closer into him to hug her. Kissing her forehead she trembles. “No harm done Baby Sister. You’re shaking like a leaf. Everything alright?”

“I hurt you Wiley. This upsets me, even if you say it is okay.”

“Look kid…the pain goes away quick, but the only real way is for me to work out that white stuff. It’s a daily agony for men.”

“Even your brothers?”

“Of course. All men deal with the pain. It’s how we embrace the pain that makes us a man.”

Bashfully she looks up into his eyes without blinking, “You may fix your pain.”

“You’re the one that caused it to hurt. You fix it.” He chuckles as she lowers her jaw in shock.

“Me? I…do not know how.”

“Berry juice helps the pain, you did notice I wiped some on it earlier right?” He counts on her naivety to keep her interest.

“Yes.”

“It’s an old Indian trick. Berries help some but the real pain reliever is this.” He digs into his lowered sweats pocket for a small bottle of lube, showing it to her. “This stuff coats it and heats it up. It neutralizes the pain until the white stuff ejects. Notice it’s berry flavored?” She winces at the bottle poised before her eyes, “Indian’s make a killing bottling this stuff.”

“Oh! I am going to eat another berry.” Her attention span fades fast as she reaches in for another berry. Again she grazes his crown, but this time on purpose. Expecting him to grit his teeth she looks up to see his eyes rolling back into his head. “Have I harmed you again Wiley?” She lifts up beneath his arm turning more to face him, placing her left hand on his chest without thinking. The slightest touch to his flesh sent electrical current throughout her entire body, she had no clue what her sensations meant.

“Hurt like a bitch. You keep doing that and you’re going to be the one jerking me off to ease the agony.”

“I…will try if it eases your pain.”

“Naaaa! Much as I respect your offer I was just kidding. I don’t think you’re Mom would be too happy about you helping me out.”

“She does not know that I watched you by the pool. I did not want her to yell at me.”

“So, you kept it to yourself.”

“Yes. I will not tell her. I do not like when she scolds me.”

“I can understand that. Pact? I don’t tell, if you don’t?”

“Yes.” She smiles warmly, “If I may help you I will. Mother did tell me to try and bond with my new brothers.”

“That’s a good thing. All of us boys could use your help. We can return the favor whenever you need something from us.”

“Like new clothes?” She peps up, “Mother told me you would take me shopping.”

“We can do that. You’re going to be spoiled in no time Squirt.”

“I like being spoiled. Mother spoiled me every day. Clothes, jewelry, perfume, massages. The only thing is…I was not allowed outside our home. We ordered everything in. Only Mother was allowed out of our house.”

“That sounds horrible. A cutie like you should be shown off. A lot escorts of men out there in pain.” He laughs.

“Perhaps this is why Mother kept me isolated.”

“Probably so. I’m sure she’s helped a few guys in her life. Alright! I’ll let you help me out. Trial basis?”

“I will do my best.” Her hand still on his chest she feels his heartbeat. She had not even realized her hand was loitering there. He didn’t tell her to back off so surely he was alright with her close proximity. Blushing again she removed her hand and reached slowly down to…procure another berry. Stealing it giggling she fed her lips with an alluring gaze.

“Thief.”

“I told you I adore berries.”

He sits the bowl into her lap and stands up to remove his sweats before sitting back down in all of his glory. His dick wagging about amused her. “Fuck even that hurt like crazy.”

“Show me what I must do.” She turns sideways completely and sits Indian style, in her unladylike posture he could see her cute little pussy. She hadn’t even considered that he might be looking until she notes his eyes lowered. The bowl in her lap concealed her as she trembled.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t be checking you out. Feel free to tell me to behave if my eyes get too nosey.”

“I should be wearing underwear. I did not have a matching set for this dress. Mother insisted I go without because she wanted Oscar to feel good about buying it for me.”

“Mom has a point. Statistics say woman should never wear underwear. Clothing for that matter. I hear it causes cancer.”

“What?” Her eyes bulge, “Do they really?”

“Only what I’ve heard.”

“I…would explore that online. Do we have a computer here?”

“You had a computer at home?”

“No. My Nanny looked up things for me and made copies of it. Mom would not let me have a computer.

“Only for business. Don’t let Dad ever catch you using it or he’ll spank you red.”

“I do not know how, you could make copies for me. He would do this?”

“We all learned our lessons the hard way growing up.” He touches his cock then gnashes his teeth, “Still hurts to high heaven.”

Unbeknownst to Maria she and Wiley were being observed by Matthew in his Father’s office. Hearing his brother mention underwear and clothing causing cancer he had to roll his eyes. Chuckling he set about making a fake medical report to share with Maria later. This game was just too much fun. Laughing about it he sent a text to his other brothers telling them to stop wearing underwear. Their reaction was priceless. Easy enough they concurred.

Back in the family room Wiley stroked his cock and applied lube to it, making it shiny, his eager thrusts making the lube squishy in sound. She was mesmerized by its reaction to his grip. Blushing she ate another berry almost seductively, her thoughts on her assistance coping with her nerves. “You sure you’re okay Maria? I don’t want you doing anything you don’t wanna do.”

“I will watch for now.”

“Fair enough. The lube helps ease the pain. If you’re too shy to help out I totally understand.”

“I will work on my shyness. I told Mother that I would be a new person when she returned.”

“We’re all happy to help you Baby Sister.”

“I like being called that.”

“True ain’t it?”

“Yes. We are now related. I am much younger than all of you.”

“Exactly. It’s our job to guide you along. Maybe not so much like what I’m doing right now. I don’t want you to think we’re all as open as I am.”

“I will learn about each of you in time.”

“Absolutely! Move over here under my wing like you were earlier. I might need your support the more I rub this stuff in.”

She scoots back under his arm and he hugs her tightly to his hip, rubbing her bicep briskly. The sensations made her bite her lower lip, her eyes flaring up beneath a shared gaze. “May I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Does it help that I am closer to you when you…do this?”

“It does actually. While I’m in excruciating pain, the closeness of a beautiful woman eases the hardship. Closer the better.”

“I am getting goosebumps.”

“Too many strawberries. You might be breaking out in hives.”

“That is not true.” She giggles.

“Never know. I read a lot of medicine books. From what I’ve read goosebumps mean a person likes being close to others. I know I like being close to you. How about you Maria?”

“I…will get used to this closeness if it helps.”

“Helps more than you know Maria. Can you…get closer?”

“How do I do this that you ask?”

“You had your hand on my chest earlier. We can start there if you’re comfortable.”

Without a word she shifts in his grasp slightly, her left leg moving over his hip to settle in. Palming his chest he notes her eyes sparkling at being able to touch him again. He nodded at her reaction, “Any closer?”

“How?”

“Let’s move your hand down some.” He leads her hand from his chest getting lube on her knuckles. Sliding her fingers down to his chiseled abs her heartbeat stormed her own bagcilar escort chest.

“You are very fit.” She expels nasally.

“I work out. Not as heavily as Owen but I’m getting there.”

“Does my touch…help?”

“Any touch helps Maria. It’s just the closeness that takes the fire out.” She listens as she watches him stroke his cock below her hand.

Avoiding words Maria makes a surprising move on her own. Sliding her fingers down into his pubic hair she shivers at what she had managed to make herself do. “Better?”

“Hell yes. Only thing better is if you took over. My hands getting wore out.”

She expresses tension but sighs and eases her hand down to gravitate over his meaty crown. “Touch him. It’s not going to bite you.”

Hissing at her decision, she places a finger on his crown and jumps back. His grip on her body held her firmly from evasion. Not that she was trying to escape, merely coping with her thoughts and emotions. “This is…new to me.”

“Understood.” He releases her arm and stretches back in the sectional, arms folding behind his head, “I’m not going to keep you here if you wanna go.”

“I do not wish to leave you in pain.”

“A true Barnett, even if not in name. None of us would ever leave you hurting either.”

“Thank you. May I try again?”

“Go for it. Here let me put more lube on him.”

“May I do it?”

Puckering at her determination he squeezes the bottle over her palm and coats it. With a shiver at her future endeavor she reaches down and hovers at his cocks side, uncertain how best to approach it. Finally, Wiley lowers his hand and draws her fingers to his girth. Curling her fingers around him he lets out a growl of agony. “Fuck that hurts. You have to get busy Maria. The more he stands there the more he throbs.”

“I…can feel the throbbing.” She looks haunted.

“It’s the pain. Stroke him like I was doing.”

“Like this?” She moves up and down on his cock slowly.

“Faster. Grip it tighter to show him you mean business. Use both hands if you need to.”

“I will need to change positions if I am to use two hands.”

“Crawl up on your knees facing toward your job there.” She moves quickly and leans over his lap to return to her mission. In her current stance her ass was in the air, her skirt already short revealed her tight little heart shaped booty. Careful not to let her notice he pinched the skirt and lifted it for a succulent view of her clam and tight butt pucker. Whistling silently, the Coyote howled.

“Am I doing it right?” She asked leering back at him. Again his eyes were white. “Am I hurting you more? I cannot see your eyes.”

“Don’t stop. If you let him think he’s winning I’m going to start screaming. I’m just trying to fight off the torture he’s causing.”

She takes more interest in her mission. Doing her best, she increased her speed and rhythm in hopes that she was doing him service. Finding it fun she took time to admire his crown, eyes flaring at how purple it was. Further inspection she realized his balls were bulbous and tight. Watching his scrotum dance about under her hand motions made her grin sheepishly. She was liking men, her Mother’s distaste for letting her see the world for what it was hurt her feelings. Hearing Wiley groan she wasn’t certain if she was doing him justice. Still, he did tell her not to stop so she refused. Until he told her not to she intended to bring out that nasty white stuff he said hurt him so much.

In his delirium of lust Wiley Barnett found himself unable to not touch her. His left hand slipping under her skirt to palm her spine made her jump and hesitate briefly. Knowing that he fucked up he quickly removed his hand and pulled her skirt as low as it could go. “Sorry Maria. I didn’t mean to do that. I meant to rub your back because you’re slumped over. It can’t be good on your posture. Only…on top of the dress.”

She trembled heavily having been touched in places only her female masseuse had been allowed to back in Colombia. Beet red she resumed her stroking, trying to overlook his hand which now rubbed the same spot but only outside her yellow skirt. She realized then that he could visually see her private parts, eyes flaring at the thought she felt caught between a rock and a harder place. “Wiley?”

“Yes Baby Sister?”

“May I sit up and finish? I…do not feel comfortable that you may look up my skirt.”

“Trying not to. See I have my eyes covered.” She looks back to find his right forearm over his eyes. “That’s why I accidently went up your skirt, because I was rubbing blind. Not saying I didn’t see your cute lil’ ass but it wasn’t intentional.”

“You think my tushy is cute?” She blushes even harder trying not to laugh.

“Don’t make me blush too. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” He bluffed her.

“Would a gentleman want this of me?” She pauses to stare at his cock.

“OWWWWWWWWW!” He blurted, “DON’T STOP. IT’S ALREADY RESISTING YOU.”

Immediately, she returned to jerking him off, living with her predicament of he being able to see her bottom. He grew smug that she was falling for his every word. Naïve was her middle name. Sensing his body quivering at her grip she brightens her eyes and dares to look back at Wiley without warning. “You are looking.”

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My Secret Glory Hole Addiction

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Someone said: Was wondering if you could write more stories about glory hole or continuation stories about the one you’ve already written… I loved it.

Slut-solutions said: Sure. Below you will find an old story that I wrote. I’d say I wrote this about 3 years ago. Then you will find the continuation of the story that I wrote for you today. I’ve cum a long way as a writer! ENJOY!

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My Secret Glory Hole Addiction 1

My sexual addiction to glory holes was almost unexplainable. It was an obsession, one I’m ashamed of but couldn’t stop. I had found an old fashioned video arcade, the kind that takes five dollar bills and twenties. I would gather up my money and head to the dirty bookstore whenever possible. I would slink back to a video booth and I would feed my money into the machine and wait for the shitty nineties porn to spring to life on the old, beat up screen.

I would pray for a cock to poke through one of the glory holes on either side of the booth. Sometimes no cocks would poke through at all and I would get my pussy out and play with it while I waited.

Other times a cock would poke through one of the holes. I would start by grabbing it and fondling it a bit. Sometimes I could hear the moans of pleasure from the man the cock was attached to on the other side of the booth wall and it made me smile. I loved knowing I was making their cocks feel good. I would get my mouth down there and suck on the cock, working it with my mouth until I felt like it was about to cum.

Then I would pull my mouth off of that cock and I would back my pussy up onto it, holding onto the other glory hole with one of my hands to get some leverage. I would push myself back on that cock and use it to make myself cum. I came so fucking hard that I could barely handle it. It felt so wrong to fuck a stranger’s cock through the glory hole! It was the kind of wrong that made me cum hard and the way my pussy came it would drain whatever cock I was fucking right up into my pussy.

Word traveled fast that a aksaray escort hot girl liked to frequent the glory holes and it seemed like whenever I would show up to fuck cocks in the video booths that they would get busier. Most nights I would have a steady stream of cocks that I would fuck, sometimes two at a time. I loved the times when I would get to fuck a cock through one glory hole while I sucked the cock poking through the glory hole on the other side.

I spent most of my free time there, taking stranger’s cocks like that, addicted to anonymity. I loved being able to suck and fuck strangers without knowing who they were. I loved getting their loads of cum in my mouth, in my pussy and sometimes even in my ass. It made me feel like a real gutter slut and that pleased me somehow. Stranger sex was my biggest turn on and glory holes were my biggest addiction.

My Secret Glory Hole Addiction 2

Years had passed and I was still the same glory hole slut that I had always been. I know that it’s disgusting. I’ve thought about it every single day for the past three years of my life. Every night I tell myself I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to get up and put on a slutty dress. I’m not going to get in the car and drive across town to the old fashioned video arcade I have visited almost every night for the past three years. I’m not going to fuck tonight.

Then I get up and put on a slutty dress, my heart pounding. I grab my keys and get in the car. I drive across town, my palms sweating. It never gets any easier. I’m always just as much afraid as the night before but I thrive on the fear. I can feel it pulsing inside of me, causing me to shake from the inside out in anticipation. I’m sure I probably have every disease in existence by now and I know I should get checked but I’m a disgusting, little slut and I know it. I push those thoughts from my head and continue to drive, the pressure in my pussy slowly mounting.

I can feel the tension in my muscles as I exit my car. I feel like I’m going to 68aksarayspor.com vomit but this feeling is normal for me now. I know that once I get inside and get the first dick in me that all of my fears will drop away and I will exist only in the moment as a fuck object. I will be a set of invisible holes to countless men who have driven from all over the county because they know that I will be here. They know that they can count on me because I’m addicted to all of their cocks.

I’m addicted to the faceless, empty transaction of sex behind a wall. I’m addicted to cumming on all the cocks. I don’t care if they are big, small, or somewhere in between. All I know is I need more of them. I secretly hope they fuck my holes and then tell all their friends about it so they can come along the next time and make me cum even harder.

No one in my real life knows what I do each night when I get in my car and drive out into the night. If anyone asks I tell them I’m going to church and they leave me alone. I guess it’s not really a lie. The glory hole is my church and I worship at the altar of every cock that shoves its way into each hole. I always choose one of the middle booths with a glory hole at each end. It’s easier to satisfy my cravings for meaningless stranger sex when I have one cock in my pussy and the other in my mouth.

The men all know that I will fuck them all. I’m so horny once I get the first cock in my pussy that I couldn’t say no to any of their cocks if I tried. Instead, I give in, finding mercy in the taste of their cum and seeking forgiveness in every creampie. I know there is something wrong with me because as long as I’ve been cumming here there has never been another woman. I’m the only one and I guess I don’t really mind. I enjoy having all the cocks to myself. It’s just that it makes me wonder why I’m so fucked up. Why am I the only woman that likes to let every guy in the county go bareback in my holes?

The thought of it has me crazed as I find my way to my favorite booth. I have carved my name into the wooden side to mark my territory. I’ve thought about adding my phone number but that might be too much. I don’t want any of these men to actually know who I am. I like to keep them confined to their role of meaningless dick. I am using them just as much as they are using me. They just don’t realize it.

Every cock and every load of cum is a tribute to me and my sluttiness. I revel in it and if I’m being honest, the only time I truly feel alive is when my mouth is wrapped around a nameless, faceless cock and my pussy is filled with another. I take my position, waiting for the next cock, and then the next one. I can hear them talking about me.

“She’s such a slut,” I hear them say. I wonder if I really am a slut and though I’m sure I am, I don’t feel like one. I’m just a horny girl with a secret addiction that I try to hide from the world. I’m not sure anyone would really believe that a girl that looks as innocent as I could be a glory hole slut and I guess that’s what I’m counting on. I’m the kind of girl that would get away with it, even if I got called out.

I drain their cocks faster than ever now having had so much practice. I used to be so tentative but now I know how men like it. I know how to suck every drop of their cum out with my pussy, ass, and mouth. I know how to make them cum whenever I so desire. I grip their thoughts with mine as I suck and fuck, edging them with my pussy or teasing them with my mouth. I pull their cum out with my thoughts, willing them to orgasm, extracting the very essence of their manhood and swallowing it into the deepest chasms of my being.

This is when I feel the most alive. It’s not when I’m cumming, it’s when I’m draining the shit out of their balls. The way they moan as they ejaculate leaves my mind in shambles. The way they dump their load deep into whatever hole I’ve given them is what tears me apart inside. I fucking love it so much. I can’t get enough. The taste of their cum is always on the tip of my tongue and it brings me back each night, craving more. There will never be enough cocks and my holes will never be satisfied. Still, I keep searching for meaning with my pussy, ass, or mouth pressed up to the glory hole begging to be used.

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