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I’ve been around nude women nearly my entire life. Since I was 3 years old my mother worked as an exotic dancer for the High Five Gentleman’s Club. There was a special room in the back for the kids of the dancers in case they couldn’t get anybody to watch them while they worked. But it was me who was mostly there. They thought that I never saw them dancing or getting undressed backstage, but I had my ways of seeing them. Sometimes I saw my mother dance on stage. Of course back then I was too young to enjoy the sight of naked women. But the memory of all those women are still sketched in my brain.

My mother had me when she was 16. My father, I still don’t know who he is, decided to run away instead of taking the responsibility of his actions. She moved out of her parents house a couple of years later because she got tired of hearing them lecturing her about her ‘mistake,’ which was me. She worked a bunch of minimum wage jobs, but none paid well enough to take care of us both. Eventually she did some bartending for a couple of bars, then to the High Five Club. She started dancing when she realized that that was where the real money was. A few years later she started dating the club owner, he was a real nice guy, I was glad that she married him. But five years later he died of a heart attack and left the club to her.

She’s just the manager now, but every now and then she dances again for old time sakes. she was 38 years old now, but still looks hot as she was when she had me. She had long, light brown hair, very thin body, you can see her ribs, a nice pair of 38D tits which were real unlike some of the other dancers, and an ass that any guy would want to stick his dick into. I know this, because I’m one of those guys bursa escort that want to stick his dick into her. For years now I’ve been fantasizing about her, I know its unnatural for me to have these feelings, but how can I resist her. I try to shake the thoughts out of my head but I can’t.

One night, at around 2:30 a.m., I was with her all by ourselves cleaning up after a rowdy night. She was dressed in her usual managers uniform, which was a tight pair of black pants, and a sleeveless black shirt that tied in the middle but still showed an amazing amount of cleavage. How can I not be turned on by that? I worked there in the summers and on some weekends, we often stay alone together after the club closes to clean up, and sometimes just to talk over drinks. She danced that night for the first time in maybe a year and a half. She was still as good on stage as she ever was, but I was teasing her a bit and said she was loosing her touch.

“How can you say that?” she asked

“I’ve seen you dance here nearly a hundred times, but today you weren’t that good as before,” I said. Although I was just playing around with her, she really was good tonight.”

“I can’t believe you said that. Are you saying I don’t have what it takes anymore?”

I didn’t reply, I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders, getting her good and angry. I often did this to her just to joke around with her, I’m surprised she hasn’t caught on to that yet.

She gave me a cold angry stare, she was definitely mad. I was gonna tell her that I was kidding around, but then she made that look as if she was planning something and got me curious of what she was thinking.

“Come with me,” çanakkale escort she said grabbing my hand and taking me upstairs towards the couch dancing rooms.

“What are you doing?” I asked, although I had a good guess.

“You’ll see,” she said.

We entered the doors to the couch dancing room and let me to a red couch all the way to the end and made me sit down. I was a bout to speak but she to me to be quiet. She said that she was gonna prove to me that she still got what it takes, and she wasn’t gonna let me go until she finished. I knew better than to argue with her, although this time I was very excited of what was about to happen.

The music was still playing in the background with the volume turned down by half. She often kept it on when she was cleaning at nights. I was sitting on the soft plush couch, leaned down a bit, with my legs wide open like how you do with most exotic dancers when receiving a lap dance. She began by dancing in front of me, touching her tits and crotch. She looked at me with a sexy look that all dancers give there men in this room. After a few minutes she sat down on my legs, gyrating her hips around my groin. her tits were right in front of my face, I had the urge to stick my face in them but resisted. I got one of the biggest erections that I ever had, and she could feel it against her pussy. She then untied her shirt and flung it off. She was now wearing a very sexy black lacy bra. She then grabbed my head stuck it between those huge tits of hers. This was a dream come true. My hands were now on her back to keep her tits in my face.

“Take off the bra,” she said. I tried to find the latch, but it wasn’t rize escort there.

“No,” she said. “It’s in the front, use your mouth.”

And I did. I found the latch with my mouth, and used my teeth and tongue to undo it. Her bra snapped right open and I threw it right off of her. I grabbed her tits with my hands now, squeazing them, and sucking on the nipples.

She then pulled my head up and started kissing my passionately on the mouth. I almost couldn’t believe it. I was making out with my own mother. We did this for several minutes before she moved downwards to my pants. She unzipped it and pulled it down a little along with my underwear. My dick shot right up into her face, and she seemed surprised. She started rubbing the shaft with her hand, looking up at me with a smile as she did this.

After a while she stuck it between her tits and rubbed it between them. It felt great, I never fucked a woman’s tits before. And finally, she started licking the head of my erection, and kissing it with her lips. And then in one huge swallow she took all 8 inches of it into her mouth. Her lips were tightly sealed around the shaft, she bobbed her head up and down faster and faster. My hands were on her head guiding her motions. After 10 minutes I felt the need to cum, but resisted as long as I could to keep this moment going. But after another 10 minutes I warned her that I couldn’t hold on any longer and had to cum. It shot out like a volcano with stream after stream of my warm juices. She swallowed it all and sucked it dry.

After it was over she stood up. She scooped up the cum that was coming off the side of her mouth with her finger and licked it off. I handed her shirt and bra, and she put them back on. I still sat there with my pants down, still in disbelief over what happened. She bent down and gave me another soft kiss on the mouth.

“Don’t ever say that I don’t have what it takes anymore ever again,” she said. And gave me another kiss. She walked away and left me there to think about what had just happened.

To Be Continued…Maybe

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The next day I went to school and struggled through my classes. Spring break was coming up and I couldn’t wait. After school I went by the coffee shop where Julie and I had met, but she wasn’t there. I went home and found mom making a big dinner. She seemed happier, but still avoided direct eye contact whenever possible. We talked about the weather and school and then Rhonda got home just as mom put the food on the table. Mom and Julie drank most of a bottle of wine and I had a couple of beers. Mom kept most of the conversation light and fun. There were a few awkward silences, but overall, we joked and talked like we used to do. It was comforting to me and I could tell it helped Rhonda immensely.

Back in my room, I looked for 1HotTigress with no luck. I sent her an off-line message asking if everything was okay and waited for several minutes to see if she would respond, but she never did. Julie was on-line and we chatted for a little bit and asked me again about Friday. I promised her I would be over. She asked me if I had thought more about the backseat of her SUV and I told her I had. Truth was I had jerked off thinking about it the night before. She said she was very anxious to have my cock inside her again. She turned on her web cam and flashed me her tits and asked me if she should get a stud for her tongue. I told her her tongue was fine without one, but that it was up to her. Looking at her tits and talking about blow jobs I got all excited and jerked off into a t-shirt. She seemed quite happy that she was able to get me so excited.

Friday came and I stopped by a local watering hole with one of my old high school friends. My afternoon was free, so we had a few beers then I went home. It was a warm day and mom had the front and back door open with the screens up on the screen doors. Upstairs, my bedroom door was open. I walked carefully into my room and saw mom had come in and opened the window. I stepped on a t-shrit on the floor and realized it was one I had cum in the other night. I wondered if mom had seen it. Then I turned and saw my lap top was turned on. The laptop was password protected, but I definitely remembered turning it off before I left for the day. Had mom been checking out my room? Had she tried to get online and see where I had been surfing?

Mom was out back drinking a beer and taking in some sun. I asked how she was doing and she said “Fine.” She then said she had ordered a couple of pizza’s and thought that she might go out for a bit after we ate. She didn’t look at me, she kind of spoke toward the house, but she never really looked at me. Rhonda came home just about the time the pizzas came. She grabbed a couple of slices, changed clothes and took off again. Mom left the house about seven and I went to see Julie. I had about six condoms in my room and I took five with me.

Julie wasn’t feeling great and hinted that she was getting her period. So, we watched a movie and then she gave me a hand job. It was her idea and she insisted that she at least do that for me. After the hand job she said I should go and that we’d get together on Sunday. I left, feeling a bit uncertain and more than a little awkward, but Julie assured me it was just he approaching period. We talked on Saturday and on Sunday, but we didn’t get together. She said by Wednesday she’d be over her issues and then we would be able to have more fun.

Mom seemed to avoid Rhonda and I and the house all together. I didn’t see her all weekend. On Sunday morning when mom left the house, Rhonda came running into my room naked and jumped on me. In no time at all we were both naked and I was inside of her. Rhonda was nearly screaming about needing sex. I worried the neighbors would hear, but she didn’t care.

Afterwards, we laid side by zonguldak escort side, both of us staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. Finally I said, “We have to be careful. I think mom’s spying on me.”

“You too?” My sister said then groaned, “I’d kill for a cigarette right now.”

“I didn’t think you smoked.”

Rhonda shrugged, “Sometimes. Especially when I’m tense.”

“I thought that was what the sex was for. To relax.” I replied.

Rhonda smiled, “Yeah, that took the edge off.” She elbowed me, “Some girl’s gonna marry you for that cock of yours.”

I grinned, a little embarrassed, then thought about what Rhonda had said. “Mom’s spying on you?”

“Yeah. She had gone through my room about a week ago. Said she was looking for her hair brush.”

“You confronted her on it?”

Rhonda sat up in bed, “I fucking caught her. She was looking at my laptop and digging in my desk.”

“She was in my room, turned my laptop on.”

Rhonda laid back down. “She’s confused about things. I really think I need to talk to her.”

“About sex?”

“About everything. Dad, sex, her feelings, her desires; she’s got too many hangups.”

“Maybe that’s why dad left.”

“You mean, you think she was a prude?”

I looked at my sister, she looked young again, younger than me at that moment. Kind of wide-eyed and wistful looking. “I found a couple of dad’s old VHS tapes when I was in high school. I think he was looking for someone who’d be more adventurous.”

Rhonda sat up again. “It wasn’t like kinky stuff, was it?” She shuddered.

“No. Threesomes, some light bondage, anal sex. Stuff like that.”

Rhonda sighed, “Mom wouldn’t have been up for that. I think she was the straight, missionary position and maybe a blowjob type of wife.”

“A long time ago, I remember dad and mom fighting over something that happened and dad said that if she could use her mouth for sucking like she used for talking, she’d be a pro.”

Rhonda stood up from the bed and picked up one of my t-shirts. She pulled the t-shirt on, it hung down to her thighs. “Mom was inexperienced. Dad’s a prick.”

I didn’t know what to think. I rolled to my stomach and into the wet spot on the bed. “Seems like she’s been trying to ‘loosen up’ with those movies she’s got.” I stood up and picked up the cum t-shirt from the floor and wiped the cum and pussy juice off of my cock and thigh.

“She’s still –” Rhonda moaned. “She’s just such a — a stick in the mud. If she’d just loosen up. If she’d let me eat her pussy or let someone eat her pussy she’d be better off.”

I looked at my sister, her nipples standing out through the t-shirt. She looked pretty damn hot. “She’ not you, Rhonda. She’s not going to change.” I moved closer to my sister and hugged her. “God, we’re such a fucked up family.”

Rhonda nuzzled her face into my neck, “You’re horny again.”

I pulled back and looked at her, “What do you expect? We’re talking about sex, you’re standing her looking like — like you’re so — fuckable.”

“You’re funny.” Rhonda pushed me back. I fell back on the bed. Rhonda pulled the t-shirt off. “I was going to get some breakfast, but…”

I dropped the cum t-shirt and Rhonda dropped to her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her hand and started stroking it. “Bet you’d like to see me and mom sixty-nine each other, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded. “I’ve always wanted to have two women at once.”

Rhonda licked my cock. “That’s what every guy wants. How many can say they’ve had their sister and their mom at the same time.”

My cock was fully hard again. I put my hand on the back of Rhonda’s head and pushed her face down to my cock. “Just suck me, sis.”

Rhonda bursa escort slurped on my cock then pulled back and looked up at me, “You like that idea, don’t you! It turns you on to think about me and mom fucking one another.” She smiled.

I pushed her head back down. “It turns me on to think about you licking mom’s clit while she sucks my cock.”

“Mmmmmm.” Rhonda moaned and pulled off just long enough to say, “That would be so cool.”

“Especially, if she was sucking your pussy juices off my cock.” I said with heavy breath.

Rhonda pulled back and stood over me. “Now my pussy is really wet. You’re going to have to fuck me again.” She had a wild look in her eye as she lowered herself down on to me and started fucking me. Rhonda kissed me hard and then whispered in my ear. “I want to kiss you with mom’s pussy juices on my lips. I want it. I want it.” Rhonda rode me like a crazy woman, “I want to make her cum”. She screamed, continued to ride me until I came shortly after her and then she collapsed on top of me. We laid like that for several minutes, then we heard the front door open. Rhonda jumped off of me and ran out of the room. I got up and shut my bedroom door quietly and crawled back into bed. A few minutes later, I heard mom and Rhonda talking, just a quick conversation then Rhonda was in the shower.

When I went downstairs mom was making breakfast and talking on her cell phone to a friend. It seemed that once again, Rhonda and I had escaped detection. Mom smiled at me and continued what she was doing. Rhonda came down the stairs a few minutes later and said she was going shopping before she went to work. I thought about the conversation Rhonda and I had had regarding mom. I watched her move about the kitchen, her hair tied up with a ribbon, her eyes bright, she had a bounce in her step. It was the first time in a long time that I had seen her seem so carefree. I went into the living room and turned on the television, that conversation seemed so crazy now.

That night Julie was in the full throws of her period and didn’t want to see me. I went for a drive that night and came home around dinner time. Mom was gone, Rhonda was working, I had the house to myself. I got online and searched for the Tigress, but knew I wouldn’t find her. I turned the laptop off just as mom got home. Apparently, she had been out on a date. I heard the guy at the front door asking if he could come in, but she said no. I went to the top of the stairs and saw the guy lean in and kiss mom full on the mouth. As they kissed, his hand came up and massaged her breast. Mom pulled back. “Let’s go slow, Tom.” He leaned in again to kiss her, but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. He said something to her, she laughed and shook her head, no. They said goodnight, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and then closed the door.

I came down the stairs. “A date?”

Mom smiled and looked shyly away. “Yes, just a dinner date.”

“He likes you.”

“How much did you see?” She stopped and looked at me as I descended the stairs.

“I just saw you kiss him goodbye and close the door.”

Mom nodded as if that was okay then headed back to the kitchen. “He wanted to come in.”

I looked mom over, she was dressed in a long skirt and a sleeveless top. She looked great. “He must really like you.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

I followed her into the kitchen. She pulled a bottle of chardonnay out of the refrigerator and poured herself a glass. I grabbed a beer. “It must be tough dating again.” I said.

She nodded and sipped the wine. “It’s odd.”

I leaned against the counter and looked her over again, she was wearing a push up bra that caused malatya escort the tops of her tits to stick out of the v-neck top. “You’ll get the hang of it. It’s good you’re getting out there. I don’t think there’s a lot of good looking women your age out there.”

Mom blushed and gulped her wine. “And you? Are you dating?” She looked away.

“Yeah,” I shrugged, “There’s a girl I met.”

“Good.” Mom looked out the kitchen window. “You can’t just study and stay home all the time.” She looked back at me as if she was going to ask a question then sipped her wine and looked out the window again. “I actually met Tom at the grocery store — I knew him from years ago. I never had to use that website thing.”

“Well, I met Julie in a chat room.”

Mom turned toward me, “Chat room? You met her in a chat room?” Her words were almost an accusation.

I shrunk back, “Yeah, no big deal. Everyone uses them.”

Mom looked down into her wine glass. She seemed suddenly flustered. “Which chat room do you use?”

I gave her the name of one of the basic chat rooms and thought about the fact that she had used chat rooms as well. “It’s a site that a lot of college students go on.” I lied.

She continued to look down into her glass. “You – you have to be careful with those sites, you know.”

“I’m safe. It’s not like I’m using it to — well, to just ‘hook up’.” I lied again.

Mom downed the rest of her wine. “That’s good.” She poured herself a fresh glass keeping her back to me. “I’ve heard stories that people go on there — just for that. To ‘hook up’.”

I looked away, “Yeah, I know. It’s all cool.”

“You know, honey,” mom said softly, “We all do things we’re not exactly proud of, but sometimes we do things because we’re trying to find our way. We’re trying to find what we want and who we are.”

I looked at her oddly, “I suppose.”

“I know I’ve been…out of sorts lately and quiet. I’m just figuring things out. I’m just finding — finding me.” She reached out and patted me on the shoulder, “So, you know, if I’m different or if I seem different or do different things, I’m just trying to… figure things out. Okay?”

I nodded, “Sure mom.” Though, truth was I didn’t know what she was saying. Then mom came closer and hugged me hard.

“I love you, Rick.” She kissed my cheek.

I hugged her back, “I love you, too, mom.”

She pulled away and drank a little wine. “I just…” Her eyes seemed to zero in on my waist. “You just have to live and – and be happy, right?”

Mom and I looked at each other, her eyes were full of questions. Just then Rhonda came through the front door. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief for the intrusion. Rhonda hurried into the kitchen and dug through the refrigerator searching for the left over pizza. Mom and I watched Rhonda inhale a piece of pizza and drink some of mom’s chardonnay right out of the bottle. We did the obligatory small talk, then mom excused herself and poured the remainder of the wine into her glass and went off to her bedroom.

As mom disappeared up the stairs, Rhonda looked to me, “What’s up? How’s she doing?”

“She had a date.”

Rhonda smiled devilishly, “She get laid?”

“He wanted it, but she kind of brushed him off.” I whispered.

Rhonda smiled more, “Good. I don’t want her just jumping into bed with just anyone.”

I considered this for a moment, “I don’t think you have to worry about that. How’s she been? I’ve hardly seen her.”

Rhonda opened the refrigerator again and looked inside, “Good, I guess. She’s been good.”

Something seemed strange, mom’s odd words to me and her avoiding looking me in the eyes, now Rhonda was awkward. “Did you guys talk? Did you clear the air?”

Rhonda moved a couple of things around in the fridge then came out with a couple of pieces of celery and a beer. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Really?” I asked. I wondered how that conversation went. “I mean, you apologized or talked about everything?”

Rhonda opened the beer, “Yeah, yeah, we talked. It’s all good.”

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It’s been a long hiatus. I just fell out of the habit of writing, and there was always one reason or another to put off picking it back up again. I’ve had to think long and hard about where I’d like these charaters to go. I’ve always had an idea of the end goal, but drawing the line between point A and point B has proven to be the hard part.

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Dawn.

The sun finally began to peek over the rim of the Sierra Nevada mountains, bathing the valley below in a fiery orange glow. As it lifted inexorably higher it began shining through windows, warming brows and lifting the fog of sleep from innumerable slumbering forms.

Tanner Macallister opens his eyes a crack, reflexively lifting his hand to shield them from the sudden intrusion of brightness coming through his window. He rolls over languidly, propping himself up on his elbows as he scratches his chest, yawning. As he waits for his sleep-numbed brain to boot up, he absently licks his lips. The flavors that linger there bring the memories of the previous night back in a rush….

A black-clad vixen kneeling in the midst of a restaurant

Massive breasts overflowing the cups of a red dress, jiggling enticingly

A pair of hungry mouths feasting on him

Flashes of brilliant white fabric aglow under a black light.

His buxom daughter wilting in his lap as she orgasms

A new lover’s nails rasping against his back as jets of his semen flood her depths.

Tanner swings his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the bedroom carpet between his toes as he flexes them. Hauling himself to his feet, he decides that a nice hot shower would be the perfect way to start his day. He momentarily considers rousting the girls out of bed, but decides not to. They could probably use the rest after the previous night. Besides, a man does some of his best thinking in the shower, and having one or both of the girls there would virtually ensure that little thinking would take place.

Tanner enters his master bathroom, his bare feet making almost no noise on the polished tile floor. He reaches into the oversized walk-in shower and spins the knob for the hot water.

Nothing happens. Not a trickle. Puzzled, Tanner spins the knob all the way around and back, with no water issuing forth. He checks the cold knob, which works. He tries the hot knob again, nothing.

Mildy perplexed, Tanner decides that the guest bathroom will work in a pinch. It won’t be as roomy, but solitude is solitude. The bathroom was also Josie’s before she left for college, being the only one besides Tanner’s on the upper floor.

Tanner picks up one of his soft, oversized towels from the rack by the shower door, and exits his room, making a mental note to call a plumber. He goes down the hall towards the guest bath. Both of the girl’s doors are still closed. Smiling to himself, he passes them both and enters the guest bathroom. It is smaller, and more sparsely decorated than his own. Instead of an oversized, glass doored, custom walk-in shower with enought room to hold four comfortably and a built in shelf for seating, the guest bath has a standard bathtub with an opaque navy blue shower curtain.

This time Tanner is rewarded with a rush of water from the hot tap, and he spins both dials to the desired temperature, which for him is hot enough to redden his skin. Steam begins to plume almost immediately.

Tanner drops his towel onto the counter and steps in. The rush of hot water over his skin envigorates him, and as he soaps himself up his mind drifts to the girls.

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Veronica Summers opens her eyes.

The room swims into focus, slightly blurry due to the lingering effects of the wine she imbibed the night before. Fortunately, there is no headache to nag at her.

Ronnie pulls herself up on one hand, her white t-shirt loose around her otherwise naked form. She runs her tongue over her braces, smacking her lips and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Coffee. Yeah, coffee is first.

She climbs from the bed, legs slightly wobbly. She feels a familiar twinge in her pussy, and her mind pulls up the memory of the exquisite fucking from the night before. Grinning to herself, she ambles over to the door and opens it, sticking her head out into the hall.

Craning her head from left to right and back again, she sees no signs of anyone else. With coffee still on the forefront of her mind, she strolls down the hall. As she comes abreast of the closed guest bathroom door, she hears the shower running.

Josie must be up.

And then the idea hits her. A prankster at heart, Ronnie used to occasionally douse Josie with ice cold water while she showered. And it looked like another opportunity had been presented on a silver platter.

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Tanner düzce escort rinses himself off. It seemed like so long ago that he never would have considered his daughter to be a lover, and yet here they are. Tanner finds himself drawn to her physically in a way that he could only compare to Josie’s mother, but he also knows that deep down in his heart, there is more than just lust.

Tanner closes his eyes, remembering how he has arrived at this point. Flashes of his daughter fill his memory.

A tiny red bikini. His cock sandwiched between two mountains of oily titflesh. Heavy ropes of his cum obscuring her grinning features.

Tanner’s cock has already begun to stiffen, and his hand latches onto it almost automatically, stroking it to full size.

Hard nipples poking into a transparent, oil drenched white t-shirt. His daughter’s pink labia parting for the swollen head of his cock for the first time. Her breath hot on his ear as she begs for him to cum inside her.

Tanner’s pace increases, droplets of water from the shower stream flying in all directions as he strokes himself to memories of fucking his little girl.

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Ronnie quickly made her way to the stairs and bounded down them two at a time, holding onto the railing for stability. She crossed the foyer and found her way to the kitchen. Moving with urgency, she began opening cupboards, searching.

There!

She reaches in and pulls out an oversized plastic pitcher. She discards the lid onto the counter, and starts the cold water tap running. As it runs, she goes the the fridge and places the pitcher under the door mounted ice dispenser. She allows it to fill about halfway full, then goes back to the sink.

Ronnie fills the pitcher up with water, the ice crackling as it partially melts and settles. Trying not to giggle she quickly returns upstairs, pitcher braced in her hands to keep it from sloshing. She slowly and quietly tries the knob. Unlocked.

Yes!

She opens the door, noticing the room is filled with steam. Water cascades against the bottom of the tub noisily, obscuring the muted sounds of rhythmic movement within…..

Ronnie holds the pitcher in her right hand, and reaches out for the shower curtain with her left. Once she has a good grip on it, she counts silently to three, and then whips the curtain back while simultaneously bringing her right arm sweeping forward.

“SURPRISE!”

*****************************************Tanner feels the tide rising in his balls, and locks on to the memory of his little girl’s tits bouncing as she sashayed across their back deck in her tiny red bikini for his big finish.

Suddenly a flurry of sound and noise from his right side.

“SURPRISE!”

A deluge of ice cold water and half melted ice cubes slams into Tanner. It strikes him mostly across his heated torso, splashing upwards to his face as well as down over his stomach. It feels like all the synapses in his nervous system short-circuit and seize up. He jerks like he has touched a live wire.

A bellow of confusion and budding rage bursts from his mouth as he throws up his hands in an instictively protective gesture. He turns towards the now gaping shower curtain, his reddening vision seeing the look of mischevous joy on Ronnie’s face as it immediately crumbles into shock.

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Ronnie sees the water splash forward, striking the figure standing in the shower dead center of mass. She immediately realizes that this form is too tall and broad to be Josie. She also sees a hard cock wobbling in the air as it is released from the vice grip it was held in.

Ronnie’s stomach drops down to somewhere near her feet as a roar emerges from Tanner’s mouth. It drops another notch when he turns his eyes upon her.

His striking blue orbs contain a look she’s never before seen from them. One of anger and confusion. His chest heaves as he scowls, fingers curling into claws. She sees a flash of white as he growls words at her through gritted teeth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

Ronnie’s mouth moves but no words come. She is frozen in place like a deer, eyes wide and unblinking.

Tanner’s right hand comes up and grips the edge of the shower curtain.

Ronnie’s lizard brain reacts, and she bolts.

And Tanner’s brain reacts in kind. He lurches after her as she darts out the door and turns down the hall towards the guest room. He is hot on her heels as she makes the turn through the door, but she stumbles and falls on the floor next to the bed. She wheels about, sitting flat on her butt, crab walking away until she hits the side of the bed with her back. Tanner is upon her in a moment. He looms over her, cowing her into stillness by his mere physical presence. He edirne escort steps within her personal space, one foot on each side of her extended legs. He leans forward and places one hand on the bedspread on each side of her head. Droplets of water from his hair and face drip down upon her neck and across the gently sloping shelf of her cloth covered tits.

“Answer me, damn it!” He barks, “What the hell were you thinking!?”

Ronnie gulps.

“I’m sorry…..” She stammers, “I thought you were Josie. It was just an accident, I swear.”

Tanner pins her with his gaze.

“Not. Funny.” He says with emphasis.

“I’m sorry.” Ronnie repeats. Her lower lip trembles almost imperceptibly as a wave of guilt washes over her.

And when he sees that slight tremulous movement coupled with her meek demeanor and her wide doe-like eyes, the bulk of Tanner’s anger washes away. His features shift, softening as he straightens up, and suddenly he realizes that his still erect cock is now bobbing in the air in front of Ronnie’s face. And the void left by the anger is immediately filled by a tidal wave of desire.

“No.” He says, voice firm, but far more neutral than before. “But you’re gonna be.”

“Wha-” Ronnie begins.

Tanner reaches out with his left hand and curls it around the back of Ronnie’s neck, clamping on and drawing her head forward as he grips his shaft at the base with his right. He aims it at her lips and the fat purple cockhead rams against them, stifling her words as she momentarily resists.

“Open.” He urges.

He wipes his cockhead across her lips from one side to the other, letting her feel the heat of it. Letting her feel the energy coming off of him.

“Open.” He says again. Despite the firm tone, there is an underlying layer that Ronnie picks up. She’s heard it before. The roles have been established.

Trust.

Ronnie’s lips begin to part as his cock slides towards the corner of her mouth. The friction causes a syrupy pearl of precum to ooze out that connects to the corner of her mouth and then stretches out in a clear line from lip to urethra as he adjusts his course back and begins to push between her softly puckered lips.

Ronnie feels the spongy hot head of his cock press firmly into her tongue and begin to slide back. She relaxes and lets him in, her eyes traveling up his dripping torso to his face. She locks eyes with him and sweeps her tongue back and forth along the base of his cock like a paintbrush. Her cheeks hollow as she applies suction and gazes up at him with demure eyes.

Tanner pumps his straining rod between Ronnie’s pursed lips. She moans deep in her throat as his hands grip her by the head on either side, holding her in place as he fucks her mouth. Suddenly Tanner goes deep, pushing her back firmly against the edge of the bed, his cock burrowing down into her throat, bringing a muted gurgle from her as her nails dig into his ass cheeks. He holds it there, pumping ever so slightly, watching the hot tears begin leaking from the corners of her eyes as her chest starts hitching.

Holding.

Holding.

Her eyes widen, body jerking slightly, her body heaves in an effort to inhale, but no air can pass the thick shaft clogging her throat.

“Muuurghl!” She chokes out.

And Tanner slides back, his thick shaft disgorging from Ronnie’s clenching airway. It is coated with slime and spit, and he immediately begins rubbing it over her face, smearing her cheeks, nose, and chin with shining saliva as her mouth works like a fish, gasping for oxygen while chasing the head of his cock as he teasingly manuevers it out of reach.

“Please.” She hisses, lips finding his cockhead and spreading open to envelop him again. Before she can suck him back into her welcoming orifice, he clamps down on her head again and pops it free. He then grabs her by the hair and forcefully slaps his cock against her face with a muted thwack.

“Uuungh yesssss.” She groans, braces flashing over her clenched teeth. She closes her eyes and allows Tanner to turn her head slowly from one side to the other, his cock slapping her face repeatedly. Every thud of solid flesh against her lips or cheeks or her little button nose brings a quiver to her rapidly juicing pussy.

“Please what?” Tanner says, rubbing his cock over her face. “Please what, you little slut?”

“Please fuck my mouth some more, Sir.” Ronnie says, opening her mouth wide and unfurling her moist tongue, which she wiggles alluringly.

And Tanner obliges. He plunges back into her warm suckling embrace, pumping with quick firm strokes. He goes deeper this time, his cockhead boxing her uvula every time he pushes forward.

Ronnie is in heaven. She relaxes into the forceful intrusion of her throat, whimpering like a lost lamb. One of her hands comes up underneath her shirt to twist and tug her puffy cigar butt nipples as the other drags down the elazığ escort crease between her slick labia. She feels how wet she is already, and dips her fingertips inside to coat them before attacking her trembling clit with a vengeance. It’s so engorged and tingly that the first few moments of contact send mini convulsions through her, causing her to slow slightly and touch more gingerly.

“Hmmmmm. Grghlgh!”

Tanner watches her eyes roll back, and knows what she is doing. He pushes deep again, hearing the air hissing through her flared nostrils taper off mid-breath as he plugs her esophagus again.

Ronnie’s fingers swirl over her clit in rapid circles. She flexes her throat as much as she is able, massaging his thick dripping tool as he keeps her gullet stuffed. Her chest tightens in a familiar way, and she increases the speed of her fingers as her orgasm approaches.

Tanner feels her tensing up, knowing she is moments away. He holds her tight, watching her leaking eyes over her obscenely stretched mouth until they open wide and she starts to tremble.

Tanner pulls his cock from her mouth, her moan of orgasm chasing it up. As she peaks he slaps her face again with his cock, painting her disheveled features with more gooey spit, then tips her head back while lifting the shaft and dropping his balls onto her open mouth, feeling the vibrations of her orgasmic warbling through his sack as she immediately begins slurping and bathing them as messily as she can.

Ronnie nuzzles into his warm heavy sperm pouch as her pussy explodes. Tremulous waves of pleasure cascade over her, and she feels her clenching slit oozing fluid over her flying fingers. She rides the wave, rubbing harder as she rolls Tanner’s balls around her mouth one after the other, before nosing underneath to paint the hypersensitive bundle of nerves under his balls with firm strokes of her tongue.

He moans with approval, holding on tight as her expert ministrations momentarily weaken his knees. Every movement of her tongue against him sends miniature tingles up the length of his shaft. His cock lurches, disgorging another large clear blob of precum. He brings her out from under his balls and points his shaft towards her again. Ronnie sees the blob there and licks it up without hesitation, savoring his flavor.

“Get up.” Tanner growls, reaching down to hook her under the shoulders and haul her to her feet. He pushes her back on the bed, and she giggles as she lands. She spreads her legs wide, exposing the slippery entrance of her sex to his eyes as she reaches down to spread her labia, thinking she is about to be fucked.

Tanner grabs her by one leg and tugs to one side.

“Turn over.” He says. “On your knees and elbows. Lift your ass as high as you can.”

Although somewhat perplexed, Ronnie complies. She raises her pert, pale backside high. She knows her smooth pussy is fully visible, and gives a little back and forth wiggle, waiting for Tanner to roughly impale her with his rigid pole.

But Tanner has other ideas. He reaches out and strokes the smooth flesh of her right butt cheek in small circles.

“You’ve been bad.” He says. “And you need to be punished. So I’m going to spank this little ass red. I’ll give you five hard swats on each cheek.”

Ronnie shudders slightly, equal parts trepidation and anticipation.

“Yes sir.” She replies. She bites her lip and braces as Tanner moves to her left side.

“Here it comes.” He says.

Tanner’s right hand slices through the air in a tight semicircle, his palm held firm and slightly concave. It strikes Ronnie’s right cheek hard, eliciting a crisp smack. Her flesh ripples from the impact, and begins to immediately turn pink, due to how pale she is.

Ronnie gasps. The sting from the blow is considerable. But she also feels her pussy beginning to respond with increased wetness and heat.

Tanner strikes again, this time on the left cheek. Now her pale rump has matching pink blotches on each side. Ronnie gasps again, trembling slightly.

Smack. Back to the right. Ronnie yips this time, he’s not holding back much. But she is determined to accept his entire punishment. She steadies her resolve and digs in.

The blows come in a steady cadence. Tanner does pause between them, but not for long. Ronnie’s cheeks gradually turn more red, and the blows becoming more painful. She has to grit her teeth for each one, letting out mewling whimpers or high-pitched groans when that solid hand crashes against her normally alabaster bottom. She feels gathering wetness at the corners of her eyes.

After the last stroke Tanner lowers his hand and stands there, his own palm stinging in a way that he cannot completely dismiss as unpleasant. Ronnie briefly tumbles over onto her right side, facing him. She draws up her knees and wraps her arms around them, curling into herself for a few moments. Her shining wet eyes catch Tanner’s, and she sees the expression of satisfaction on his face. She took the punishment he laid out for her, now all is forgiven.

As it should be.

She raises herself up to a sitting position and dangles her feet over the side of the bed. Without speaking she locks eyes with Tanner, and holds her arms out to him, spreading them wide in the universal gesture for “hold me”.

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Aria had been thinking a lot about sin, specifically the kind that had to do with sex; more specifically having sex with her older brother. David was always so self-assured and confident, successful at his business, with the kind of good looks that drew women to him like a magnet. He’d always been there for her, especially after their parents died, and she had to admit she’d had more than one fantasy about him. She wasn’t sure when that started, maybe when she’d caught him making out with his girlfriend in high school, seeing the lean strength of his body as he’d stripped his shirt off. The combination of his thick black hair and piercing blue eyes with that boyish grin and sexy body just made her wet in ways no other guys ever did.

After Aria’s weekend plans had gone out of control, and she’d been arrested for drunk driving, she had to call him to come and bail her out. Once they were together in his car, she fell apart like an idiot, crying a little and feeling sorry for herself. They hadn’t seen each other in awhile, and now here they were, alone in his car, as rain pelted down outside, and she was feeling vulnerable and just a little horny.

“Thanks for rescuing me. I’m just a fuck up,” she sighed.

“No, you’re not. You’re a beautiful, intelligent young woman who makes me a little crazy sometimes,” David confessed, touching her cheek. “Are you all right?”

Aria moved a little closer, suddenly feeling something spark between them and wondering if she was imagining things. “I don’t know anymore. I’ve had these feelings that make me crazy…I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what…tell me Aria,” he urged.

“You! My god, David,” Aria murmured, hiding her face. “Don’t you get it?” For a second, he didn’t say anything, and she figured she’d said too much. “Forget it, I told you I’m a fuck up.”

“No, I get it, Aria,” David said quietly. “I know exactly what you’re talking about. You want to know what it’s like to fuck me, and I want you so damn bad too. Why don’t we just give in and enjoy it? It’s wrong but what does it matter, we’re consenting adults, and who does it hurt?”

This time she did look at him, tears on her cheeks. “We can’t fight it,I want you too. I keep thinking zonguldak escort dirty things about you and I want to have your cock in me – fuck me, David, right here…”

Rain shrouded the car, as they moved awkwardly into the back seat. His hands on her skin sent an erotic jolt to her core, and she moaned against his mouth. He slid her loose sweatpants away from her hips, and nearly came at the sight of her naked body. Her eyes, so like his, shone with arousal and she grasped his cock as he undid his jeans. “This is so wrong, and yet so damn good…” she breathed, leaning over him to stroke her tongue over him. He grabbed her hair and held her in place, so that she had to suck him in completely.

“That’s it, little sister, you do know how to please me…” he rasped, as the illicit thrill of what they were doing consumed him. His fingers clenched her head tightly, and he almost lost control as she licked him up and down, stroking his balls. He nearly lost his mind, as her mouth continued to take him deeper, taking him to the edge of his climax. “Damnit, Aria! I can’t wait, need to be inside you…”

“Oh yeah, I want you to fuck me hard,” she panted, letting him go, licking her lips in pleasure. She pulled away the sweatshirt, and her breasts were suddenly bare for him to grab. He squeezed hard, so that she whimpered, his thumbs over her nipples. These were the breasts he’d been lusting after since he’d spied on her sunbathing topless a few summers ago. His cock felt harder than ever, as he touched her, wanting to do so many things to her that he’d been denying himself. That she was his sister merely added to the perverse pleasure.

“I want to hurt you, make you scream for more.” All of the pent up emotions and desire made him a little off the edge, and all he wanted was her pain and pleasure mixed up in one.

“Yes, just do it…” she begged, nearly incoherent with lust. “I’ve watched you with your girlfriends, you know, it made me so jealous.”

“Did it, now, baby girl?” he murmured, lifting her over his cock. “So here,this is all for you now, Aria, you want this just as much as I do, right? You want me inside of you…there’s no going back after this.”

Without bursa escort a word, she sank onto him and they stared at each other as the reality set it. They were really doing this, he was deep inside of her, his hands racing everywhere on her body. “God, David,you feel so damn big and hard!” She squirmed like a little virgin, and it was almost as if this was her first time; a little decadent, a little naughty,and a whole lot of amazing. This was losing her incestual virginity. “My brother, I’m fucking my big brother…oh god yes!”

“I want to come inside of you…tell me I can…” he panted, rocking his hips up harder and faster. Everything else ceased to exist, it was a mindless blur of kissing and groping and biting as they tried to tease each other into climax. “I want my cum inside of you, Aria.”

“Yes, don’t worry, I’m on the pill. I’m good, just do it, please baby…” she managed to say, inbetween kissing his mouth and biting his lip. “Just do it!!”

Her body squeezed around him, and he grunted as he came, hot and deep just as his tongue thrust into her mouth. She hit her own peak, shaking and moaning, too thrilled with the sensation of him throbbing inside of her to do anything else. He grasped her head and looked into her eyes. “Aria,I like to know that I’ve been inside of you, that my cum filled you up. Whenever I look at you from now on, I’ll remember you like this, all naked and hot, full of my cock.”

“This isn’t just a one time fuck, David…” she warned him. “Now that you’ve taken my sisterly virtue, I’m not gonna go back to the way it was.”

“Oh far from it, little sister, I intend to have you as often as possible, and you will do whatever I want. Is that clear?” He swatted her bare ass to emphasize his words and she flinched at the sudden pain.

“So very clear,” she agreed breathlessly.

“Even if I want to tie you up, or spank you, or watch you fuck another woman, we’re in this together, Aria,” he said roughly, his thoughts filled with those erotic images and his cock stirred inside of her again.

“Anything you say, David. I’m willing and ready for you.” She grinned knowingly as his hips shifted against her. malatya escort “Just like you’re ready for me.” He might hold some power over her but she knew how much he wanted her as well. She cupped her breasts and played with the nipples, holding them close to his lips. “I like having your cum in me, and on me, in my mouth and my ass. I like knowing you want to fuck me, I love your cock, David.”

“I think we better find a better place to do this,” he said quietly. “I have so many things I want from you, we can indulge in whatever we want from now on. You belong to me, this is our dirty secret.”

“Dirtier the better,” she agreed, licking her lips in anticipation.

^-^-^

“Get on the bed,” David commanded, once they were in his hotel room. “On your knees, baby girl.”

“Yes Master…” she said, half teasingly, but he nodded in approval.

“That’s right, you’re my love slave now.” He crawled up behind her, and spread her legs roughly. “Good, your pussy is drenched already, and my cum is still leaking out of you. I’m going to fill you so full you won’t be able to move,” he warned her. First he spanked her, watching her squirm, and beg for him to fuck her. “Shit, I never thought I’d see you like this, Aria.”

“Never thought it would happen either,” she sighed happily. “I’m all wet for you, David…does that turn you on?”

“More than ever.” The sight of her submissive pose nearly did him in. He had his share of women, of playing dominant games with both sexes, but Aria had unleashed a torrent of lust that couldn’t be denied. “Don’t move.” He spanked her again, relishing the sound of the slap against her skin, and the sight of the pink tinge as he kept up the discipline. “Good girl, how does that feel?”

“Ah god, good…” she muttered, her breasts rubbing against the sheets, her ass on fire and her pussy clenching in anticipation. “I’ll behave, do whatever you want, David.”

“Yes you will, Aria,” he grinned, shoving his cock into her without warning and spanking her at the same time. Deeper and faster, until they were both shaking and swearing, and he came in deep shuddering waves. “Damn you feel good, little sister. I should have done this years ago.”

He let her go, and flipped her over. “Now you’re really full of my cum, and next time I’m fucking your tits and cumming all over your face.” Then he leaned down and kissed her, tongue deep and dirty. Aria wrapped her arms around him, nearly crying at good it felt. The kiss was dark and twisted, just like they were, and she wanted more.

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The gift, the wrapping paper all-that had been simple and easy to pick. Alex Turner sat around his kitchen table hovering a pen over the birthday card. He was a software guy, words were never his thing. He doubted she’d pay attention to his scribbles, but still nothing even mildly coherent came to him.

The ringing of his cellphone broke his concentration. He looked at the display seeing the name Amy Glenn. “Hey baby, how’s work going?” Alex asked his fiancée.

“Good. I’m just calling to say I’ll be working late again. The team and I are working late on layouts.”

“Still working on the posters for Inception 2? I thought you finished that when you worked late last night?”

Amy laughed nervously before saying, “Advertising consulting isn’t all fun and games, but at least you get to attend a Christopher Nolan premiere. What are you up to tonight, working and hanging with the guys?”

“Yeah the guys, that’s rich. I had guys in Palo Alto. I had friends in Texas. I have zero here in Los Angeles. Two places I moved from, for you I might add,” Alex said, not noticing that she hadn’t answered the question by a mile.

“And I love you for it, honey bear.”

“I’m going to Lilly’s house for her birthday. I may not have any guys here but I have my best friend so I guess you’re off the hook,” Alex said preparing for Amy’s bound to be hostile response. Only seconds earlier he had reminded her that she was the reason he had quit his dream job in Palo Alto, leaving twice their current combined income to be with her here in Los Angeles, so she could have her dream advertising job.

“You don’t need to go her party.”

“I want to and I need to.”

“Why? Alex, tell me, why?”

“Because, she’s my cousin and it’s her birthday,” he said, with matter of fact laughing. Laughing that just increased Amy’s tone.

“She’s a pornstar!”

“She’s family. I’m only going to be there for an hour or so. You’re working late either way. Besides, I’m the only family she has out here.”

“She… You know what? It’s okay.”

“No, you can’t stop now. Spill it.”

“I don’t want her at our wedding.”

“It’s done, so what are you talking about?”

“I never sent her an invitation in the first place…”

“Amy, what the hell, we never talked about this. I know you don’t like her, but Christ, she’s family. She’s my blood. No discussion.”

“Don’t pull that family bull. It’s not because she’s in Los Angeles. Even if she was back in Texas she’d be just as isolated from family. No one in your family wants to even hear her voice. The slut will ruin my wedd….”

“That’s uncalled for Amy. God, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, but she can’t come,” Amy said pleadingly, pouting over the phone.

Alex sighed as the conversation ended with his unwavering defense of Lilly. He lowered the pen, making a cursive swipe. With that, his remarks were complete and the card was sealed. He took the present and letter, exiting the kitchen and the house all together.

He got into his Volvo, slowly pulling out of his garage, now driving through the heavy traffic from Burbank to San Fernando rocking his head back and forth to the tunes of Green Day; anything to distract himself from the argument with his future wife.

She was right though. His cousin Lilly hadn’t been invited home to Texas last Christmas and both her parents and his had cut off all contact with her. Sure, he wasn’t happy with her choice either and had been happier when she was simply a swimsuit model. But unlike his evangelical family, he understood the simple fact that she had a right to make her own decisions and live her own life.

As the Volvo pulled onto her street he recalled the morning when they were together sitting in Starbucks when she nervously broke the news that she had switched over to the more financially lucrative, adult modeling contract gig. His understanding and guarded reaction had given her hope that her parents would accept her decision. They didn’t, and Alex recalled the dual pressures of both his mom and Amy attempting to force him to detach from Lilly.

Alex stood his ground with unwavering loyalty to the cousin that had been more like a younger sister. Alex stopped the Volvo on Lilly’s car-filled streetand taking hold of the present, he headed towards her front door.

He waited at the front door and stood there with his image reflecting from the front door’s glass. His well-kept, wavy, medium-cut dark brown hair and strong jaw were soon replaced by more feminine traits as the doors opened to a woman with long light brown hair and unforgettable blue-grey eyes.

Alex smiled at the sight of his beautifully fresh-faced cousin. Being tall was something that ran in their family which was why Lilly had been an excellent candidate for modeling. Her height was topped off with an ageless allure that would have eventually landed her next to the likes of Heidi Klum and Gisele Bundchen.

“Hey, you tekirdağ escort made it,” she said, hugging and pulling her cousin inside. Her full bust pressed against his chest.

“How the hell am I going to forget February twelfth?” he said, as the hug eased and they walked together toward the sounds of the gathering guests.

“It’s you. I know you would never forget. I just wasn’t sure whether or not Amy wanted you here.”

“Amy’s fine with it, she sends her apologies. She’s just really busy.”

“Sure, she’s fine with it,” Lilly said sarcastically.

“No, really. This present’s from the two of us. Happy twenty-third birthday, cuz.”

Lilly lit up as Alex presented her with the poorly wrapped gift. “What is it?” she asked.

By the time she looked up from the wrapping paper Alex had crossed over into the room full of guests, mingling with his cousin’s friends and colleagues, some of whom he’d had the privilege of meeting previously, to Amy’s chagrin.

From the other side of the room Alex watched as Amy’s eyes widened, the red and green wrapping paper fell to the floor, revealing a present that only someone who really truly knew and loved Lilly, would have given to her.

Through the roar of the room he looked on to see her pink lips form into a circle as she mouthed, “thank you.”

The party moved forward as the rapping’s of Snoop Dog filled the room. Alex started knocking back a few as he talked with the other guests. The more he talked and moved around and drank, the more at home he felt and the time seemed to fly by.

Alex continued to mingle and soon was surrounded by a petite blonde named Holly and a raven haired beauty named Karen. He treated the moment with a cool calm as they asked him what he did for a living. He tried to make software engineering seem exciting, but it seemed to him like he didn’t really need to try that hard as they giggled and smiled at all he said.

Lilly came by and pulled him away from Karen and Holly. “Amy wouldn’t be too happy seeing you flirting,” she said, as she guided him to an empty adjoining room.

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“Then you need to be careful because these girls are just a bit too…. horny.”

“Ha ha, actually I should actually be going.”

“No! Not because of this?”

“Of course not, Amy should be home from work now is all.”

“Oh, well, before you go,’ she said kissing him on his cheek. Your gift was sweet. I love the Jungle Book.” She froze as she flipped inside the book, reading the date on the century old text. “A first edition, too! God, Alex, you didn’t have to,” she said, almost nearing tears.

“Well, I know Aunt Charlene confiscated the copy that grandpa had left you in his will.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I remember. Every week you saved up your allowance to buy books. Forget the porn now. You weren’t a normal kid, then,” Alex said as she laughed. “Which ten year old does that? I always said she’s either going to be President or a Porn Star.”

“Hah, thanks for the contrasting imagery,” Lilly said, looking longingly at the blue and gold book in her hands.

“You’re welcome.”

“This must have cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have. I don’t even know that I can accept it. I really want to but I can’t,” she said, pushing the book toward Alex as they walked to the front of the house.

“Of course it didn’t, plus, I’m not taking it back, and tag you’re it!” Alex ended mockingly, jogging toward the front door.

She giggled before adding, “Okay, are you sure I can’t pay you back?”

“Don’t worry. Just enjoy it. You’re worth it, Lilly Flow…” Alex said, almost saying her porn name.

“What?” Lilly questioned.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry. I must have seen it written on the cake.”

“No, it’s okay. Seriously, Lilly Flower was my nick name when we were kids, remember? I just perverted it by adding an s to the end of it and using it as my alias.

“Yeah, I just want you to know. I mean, of course, I wouldn’t watch you’re….” Alex said, hugging his cousin longingly before leaving the house

Standing at the door with him, she began to laugh. “Yeah, I get that. It’s cool. Drive safely, okay?” she said hugging him tightly, her nostrils secretly taking in a deep inhale of his musky scent.

“I’ll see you next week,” Alex said, oblivious to his cousin’s masked shows of affection as he stepped beyond the door.

“Well happy Valentine’s Day, then.”

“You, too. Yeah, I’m taking Amy to the Four Seasons for the entire weekend.”

“Swanky.”

“You know me.”

“Yes, I do,” Lilly whispered as her older cousin stepped into his Volvo. She waved him off as he pulled away in his Volvo.

Driving home he had a realization. When they were kids, he was the one that had started calling her Lilly Flower. He must have been eleven and she around seven.

Arriving home, Amy’s car was in the garage which put a wide smile on his face. The smile receded tokat escort as he ventured upstairs to see that she was already fast asleep.

“I hope this project is over soon,” Alex told himself as he headed for the shower to take care of two needs. It was a long shower.

He climbed into bed, pulling back the tightly wrapped sheets and laid his tired body down. Still deeply sleeping, Amy shifted her full frame, his heat drawing her in subconsciously. Alex smiled as he brushed away her short ash blonde strands, giving her a kiss on the forehead before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

Alex awoke with a morning need, his still sleepy lids rising to the sounds of the shower. “Ah,” he exhaled, lifting up his hands stretching them out. He climbed out of bed stripping his boxers down, tossing them into the hamper.

To the washroom he marched while scratching his firm bare ass. He opened the shower to her smile, “hey,” he said.

“Hey, to you too. I’m sorry about how we ended things on the phone,” she said, speaking over the water that was flowing through her hair down her toned body.

“It’s okay, Amy. You’re honest and you speak your mind. That’s why I like you so much,” Alex said, stepping into the shower.

“Like me? Is that all? Are you sure you just like me?” she said, while her eyes directed her attention to his raging cock. She gripped his member into her hands. “Something big tells me you love me?”

“Ahh shucks, how’d you know?” he said, as the both of them laughed.

She got within an inch of him using soap to rub his lengthy shaft, her face just below his. “Tell me what I want to here, honey bear.”

“Ugh,” he groaned as her hands quickened.

“Say it.”

“God, I love you so much, baby,” he said, while his hands rubbed over her soapy breast.

She looked up at him, giving him a wide smile, her lips moving to greet his.

He stuck out his tongue as her head craned upward. Their lips locking over each other’s, her right leg propped up on the side of the shower as her left hand slowed its rotation along his cock, her hand now moving his cock to her pussy. Pressing her against the wall, Alex slowly put an inch of his cock inside her unyielding trimmed entrance.

“Come on honey bear, “she begged, her fingers and nails bearing down on his firm cheeks, attempting to push him in further, his tip barely at her entrance. She dripped in anticipation of more while he inched forward into her pussy.

In a sultry whispered tone she declared, “I love you, honey be…” With that his hips pushed forward knocking the wind out of her.

Her back glided upward with every heated inward thrust, making her bite down on her lips. With every thrust Alex made, Amy bit down harder.

He drove in faster and faster, just to have her confirm he was driving in the right direction. She gasped: “Yes, yes!”

His hand propped her left leg upward for better access as he thrust in deeper than before, her back gliding further up the wet wall with every thrust.

“Turn me around, baby,” she said, after which he twirled her around like a ballerina.

Her hands were pressed against the showers walls, as her husband-to-be drove in even deeper than the last time. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, just!” With that he pushed in further, lacking the gentle easing motions of before, thrusting in his fully engorged length, feeding all of it into her hungry pussy. Alex pounded his entire cock into her, his balls rapidly smacking into her flesh, over and over again without relent.

Seconds later she began yelling. “Oh Gawd, Alex!” Amy screamed, her legs shaking. His cock drove in with three more strokes before succumbing to her erotic arousal.

He picked her up, kissing her as they seductively soaped up and washed each other off.

Soon they were walking back to the bedroom where they both saw the time and realized they had precious seconds before needing to leave for work.

In the kitchen they zipped past each other. With coffees in hand, they were both on their way.

Amy exited the driveway first as Alex gave her passage to do so. If this happened today, what would happen tomorrow on Valentine’s Day? He asked himself.

He watched her Acura LX drive off and couldn’t wait to surprise her at the office that night. Alex had the whole day worked out. He’d go home and pack their bags after work, then surprise her at work and from there they would drive to the five star hotel where they would stay in the large Love Birds suite he had booked.

The entire weekend, just the two of them alone! She’d been working so hard. This morning was the first in a long time that they had had sex. As Alex walked into his workplace, Capricorn Computer Inc, he swiped his ID along the security scanner while Chuck the security guard observed, “Thank God it’s Friday!” Alex agreed.

For the entire day Alex watched the clock. Time seemed to stand still. He wondered if he might be able to invent an alternative trabzon escort way of measuring time.

Soon he was leaving his desk and passing Chuck on the flip side. His tires screeched as he headed home to pack the bags and head out again in the Volvo.

On the way to pick up Amy, Alex made a quick stop to purchase flowers. Minutes later he arrived at the large studio complex where Amy worked. Oddly enough, just as he pulled up to the movie studio’s gate, he received a call from her. “Hey, look who it is,” he said. With her not knowing why he was so chipper, he was just about to tell her why, and to call down to security to give him access when she stopped him in his tracks.

“I’m going to be working late again, baby. The colors need tweaking for our online banners.” Alex wasn’t sure how to respond. It was the night before Valentine’s and his plans appeared to be heading south.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, honey bear.”

“Ugh,” he mumbled, clearing his throat. “I’m not happy, Amy!”

“Look, you’ve been great about this, Alex. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Do what you have to do, I guess, but we’re going to need to figure this out.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll see you at home, Amy.”

“Don’t wait up. Love you,” she said, ending the call. Alex began to turn his Volvo around, but then he saw Amy’s Acura exit the opposite gate.”

“What the fuck is this?” he said to himself, turning his Volvo around chasing after the Acura. Alex followed Amy for a short while before she stopped at Kev’s Motel, a seedy establishment on the outskirts of Burbank.

He pulled in seconds after her, turning down his car’s beams he sat waiting for her to exit. Instead, a Mercedes pulled in next to her Acura.

Alex had hoped that he was being paranoid. His head began to pound as his mind ran rampant with anger, only to be mellowed with confusion. “Okay, nothing happened; this could be nothing.

His reason was thrown out the window as Amy stepped out of her Acura while the balding driver of the Mercedes stepped out of his. They then hugged each other. “No foul,” Alex thought, lying to himself.

Amy and her Mercedes “friend” began to walk off together and then Alex saw it, what he knew was a kiss. He was too shocked to even blink. Temporary paralysis came over him for a bad two minutes. He knocked his head on his wheel before jumping out.

Passing the Mercedes, Alex kicked out the left rear lights before moving forward, angrily hunting down the cheating couple. He looked at the row of generic looking doors wanting to kick each one in, but he knew it was unrealistic.

Alex walked nearer to the doors he thought Amy had entered and he pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. He heard her Beyoncé ringing tone. Alex stopped and focused on room 12, from where it resonated.

Alex wasn’t going to knock, that was for sure. He pulled his body back, fiercely driving his weight forward into the wooden door, smashing it on the first try.

Amy was on all fours getting drilled from behind by the older man, Alex recognized him as Charles, her Studio Head Boss.

“That’s right, fuck me!” she screamed to Charles. Alex wanted to slap the hell out of her and kick Charles’ balls to hell and back.

Amy saw Alex and jumped to the very top of the bed. “No, oh God, Alex, I’m so sorry!”

Without thinking, without listening to the curdling screams of a pleading ex-fiancée, Alex marched toward Charles who stood up with his hands held up in surrender.

“Look Alex, it’s not what you think!” Charles pleaded, backing up and looking to Amy for guidance as she too begged for mercy.

“Alex, please?” Amy begged.

Not saying a word, Alex ran toward Charles winding his arm back to land a clear punch across his jaw, dropping him to the floor where he mercilessly wailed on his old ass. Standing up Alex gave Charles five swift emergency room kicks to the ribs and crotch, before making his exit.

“Alex, please no!” Amy yelled, now covering her nakedness with a sheet and chasing after a leaving Alex.

“Baby, I’m sorry, Alex!” she cried, screaming her lungs out, following Alex to the door as he walked to his Volvo. He drove enraged, hearing Amy’s screams in the background.

Alex didn’t go home. Home is where the heart is and his was no longer there. He drove toward the Four Seasons(?) where he had booked the Love Birds package, knowing no one would be able to find him there. He just wanted to be alone.

After tossing Amy’s overnight bag in a dumpster, Alex carried his into the hotel and checked in, then went to bed. He lay there fuming. He set his phone on vibrate then his anger took over sending it airborne into the wall. The phone crashing into the wall and breaking apart calmed him, steadying his heartbeat.

Alex then somehow managed to drift off to sleep but woke up not feeling any better. A knock came to the door with the pre-planned Champagne Breakfast for two.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sir, and thank you,” the waiter said, after receiving his tip.

Alex took his plate and the bottle of champagne to the couch in the spacious suite. He finished eating his breakfast and lay down on the bed, guzzling most of the bottle by the afternoon, his head was spinning. Lunch came just the same as breakfast had. He had planned what was supposed to be a romantic weekend perfectly.

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Closing my eyes, I could still see the screen in front of me. No matter what, there was always more to read. Every day from noon until 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning I was there, reading, asking questions, reporting what I found and making recommendations. That didn’t leave much time for anything else, including sleep, and my few diversions consisted of shift change meetings and uninspiring visits to the DFAC. I had settled into a routine and decided it was going to be a long four months.

One evening as I walking back with my friend Lisa through the blistering Iraqi heat from another slightly nauseating round of plain noodles, soggy broccoli, and some unidentifiable meat-like substance, I saw a new guy waiting at the ECP, talking to guards about where he could drop off his gear. The one positive thing about the place, I had to admit, was the scenery. There were lots of incredibly attractive, unbelievably fit men running around in the smallest shorts I’d ever seen apart from my 8 year-old niece’s dance costumes. And while he was wearing regular clothes and not my favorite little black shorts, I couldn’t help but stare at the guy as I walked by. He didn’t look much different than most of my favorite scenery — tall, shaved head, broad shoulders, great ass — but something about him just looked like more fun than any of the others.

While the enormously lop-sided ration of men to women was something I was particularly fond of, it did make everyone look at you and say hello when you walked by and my attempt at smooth and surreptitious thus failed miserably when he caught me checking him out. The best I could do was just to look him in the eye and smile, admitting without words that I had, in fact, been staring at his ass and daring him to do anything about it.

As soon as we were out of earshot I turned to Lisa. “Oh my God! Did you see that guy? He totally caught me checking him out!”

Already laughing at me, she replied, “Yeah, but come on. He was hot. You couldn’t not look. He’ll get over it. I’m sure he was flattered.” Two steps later she added, “After all, how many dusty, dirty, sweaty women in oversize T-shirts and cargo pants have probably checked him out since he arrived?”

“Bitch!” I said as I jokingly shoved her towards the concrete barriers lining the sidewalk. “Besides, you looked too. I know you did.”

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Lisa didn’t say anything about him for the rest of night and I had almost forgotten the incident as I walked back through the dark towards my trailer. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to a nice cool shower and a few uninterrupted hours of sleep. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I changed from boots into flip flops and headed through the dark rows of trailers towards the showers. Not nearly as good as my bathroom or shower at home, it was still one of the best parts of my day… washing off the dust and grime that managed to permeate every layer of clothing and getting rid of the Iraq Smell, as I called it. I always felt more like myself after a shower and more like a woman, softer and clean-smelling. Both because of the hours I worked and because there just weren’t many women there period, I usually had the whole shower trailer to myself. Deciding to take advantage of the moment, I closed my eyes and pictured the new guy… staring at me while I stared back at him, smiling. With the water running over my body, I thought about what it would feel like to get my hands on him… and to feel his hands on me. I slowly reached down to touch myself, mildly surprised at how aroused I was just thinking about him. Fingering myself to orgasm I smiled, thinking that this is what I would be thinking of the next time I saw him.

Turning off the water, I stepped out of the shower to towel off and threw on my gym shorts and T-shirt for the walk back to my trailer. No matter what I decided to wear to bed (or what I decided not to wear) I knew better than to walk back in a towel.

As I disappeared between the rows of sandbagged trailers, I lost count of how many I had passed and missed my usual landmark of where to turn. Thinking I couldn’t have gone more than one row beyond my own, I turned around and walked back one row to my door.

I walked inside the dark room and closed the door, but realized something was wrong as soon as I went to hang up my towel. I stubbed my toe hard on something I didn’t remember leaving on the floor and I sat down on the bed, cursing loudly. My toe was quickly forgotten, however, as I felt movement on the bed beside me. A split second later there was a strong escort bahçelievler arm pinning me to the bed as a light clicked on.

In the light from the bedside lamp I saw that I had obviously entered the wrong trailer and instead of being in my own room in my own bed, I was in his. His. The guy from the ECP. The guy I had just been fantasizing about in the shower. I blushed deep red as he looked at me.

“…Sorry…” I managed after a second, “Wrong room.”

“Not at all,” he replied. He seemed content to just stare at me and made no move to let me up. Slowly I became aware that I had nothing on beneath my t-shirt and my nipples hardened beneath his gaze.

“Are you going to let me up?” I asked.

“That depends,” he replied. “Do you want me to?”

Unable to answer him immediately, I closed my eyes as he slowly traced his free hand down my body. Responding to his touch, I shuddered beside him, breathing harder as my mind raced to consider the possibilities of the situation.

Clearly not objecting so far, he leaned down and kissed me. I knew then that all was lost. I couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped as his mouth moved from my mouth to my neck. My hands reached out, seeking his body, wanting to pull him closer.

Realizing that I wasn’t able to reach what I wanted, his quickly released me from his grip and allowed me to move closer to him on the small bed. Kicking off my flip flops, I stretched out my legs and pushed myself up from the foot of the bed until I was parallel with him.

As I wrapped my arms around his sheet-covered body, I realized he was naked, not just shirtless, and I felt a tingling warmth spread through my body at the thought. Grabbing his perfect ass, I pulled his hips to mine, feeling the length of his hard cock against me.

Reaching beneath my flimsy shirt, he cupped my breast, squeezing and kneading it as I continued to grind my hips against him. Kissing me deeply once more, he grasped my wrists in one hand and held them over my head as his other hand slid beneath the waistband of my shorts. Smiling as he found nothing under them but a small patch of neatly trimmed hair, he covered my pussy with his palm and plunged two fingers into my wet hole.

Unable to stop myself, I felt my hips buck to push against his hand, willing escort zeytinburnu him to reach deeper into me. Slowly thrusting them in and out, he relished the feel of my wet pussy at his fingertips. As my breathing became shallower and my body more urgent, he wickedly withdrew his hand, grazing my clit.

Smiling at my look of lust and outrage combined, he slowly removed my shorts, kissed the top of my thigh, and slowly licked up the length of my slit. Feeling my whole body squirm beneath him, he spread my lips with his fingers and slowly began to circle my clit with his tongue. Moaning as I began to grind against his face, I felt my orgasm building. Sensing I was close to the edge, he slid his fingers back inside as he began to suck on my clit and I couldn’t take any more. My orgasm rocked my body as I felt myself cumming on his mouth, my legs locked around him as I rode wave after wave of pleasure.

Slowly withdrawing his fingers as my body began to relax, he lightly kissed the top of my pubic mound.

“Hi,” he said, “My name is John.”

“Mmmmmhhhhhnnnnnn” was all I could manage.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

With that, he sat up and helped me out of my shirt. Feeling my bare chest again his as he pulled me to him was incredibly hot. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him as we kissed and tongued one another. Throwing off the sheet, he rolled over, pulling me on top of him. Bringing my legs up to straddle him, I could feel the head of his hard cock pressing into me and as I leaned forward, I felt it slide along my wet slit. Moving just slightly, I spread my legs wider and raised myself up until I felt his head slide into just the right position. I slid down, taking the length of him into me all at once, gasping as I felt him fill me, inch by inch. Holding myself there for a second, getting accustomed to the feeling of being impaled on his hard cock, I leaned back and began to grind my hips against him, feeling him moving inside me. Unable to keep it slow and steady, I began to rock faster, bouncing myself up and down on his shaft.

Wanting to make sure I felt every inch, he began to thrust his hips up to meet me, driving his cock deeper into me with each stroke. In minutes my body was again on the brink, vibrating with intensity each time he slammed his cock into me. Arching my back and grabbing his thighs behind me, I tumbled over the edge as his thumb brushed my clit. I rode him hard as wave after wave crashed over me. I felt his body tense beneath me and he grabbed me and crushed me to him, pumping me full of his hot cum.

“Oh my GOD,” I whispered as soon as I could manage words.

“No, no… it’s John,” he replied, smiling.

**********

to be continued…

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More than anything at that moment, I wanted to be the naked girl in the picture, my cunny open and exposed, my nipples ripe and erect — all of me the driving force of a guy’s pleasure as he played with himself and made himself cum…

At the summer house, I’ve always had to share a bedroom with my older brother, Benjamin. We ran in and out of there totally naked as children, but that stopped cold when adolescence hit. We became like an old Shaker couple, barely looking at each other.

Now that I was 18, however, another change had come over us. I was no longer a virgin, for one thing — with several cute guys under my belt. Though few as handsome as my brother, I must say.

Okay, so I’ll admit it up front: which is, that nothing — but nothing! — turns me on like a guy checking out my body. So I’d get changed in front of my brother because I knew he was doing just that, although he masked his ogling as a form of impishness: I’d yell at him for taking pictures of me with his phone when I was pulling up my white cotton bikini panties after a shower — but I was actually secretly thrilled by his interest and I have to admit I let him see me nude a lot.

I even outright posed for him once, while pulling up my panties, pausing them at mid-thigh, a big smile on my face as Bro snapped away. I was rocking my hips to give him different angles on my all-bare-there — I had just shaved Kitty in the shower, which meant that I had just masturbated Kitty in the shower, since I can’t do the one without doing the other. I maintain a very smooth kitty!

Anyway, on this particular holiday up in the country it had been raining for days, and we were stuck inside the cottage with Mom and Dad — who seemed to be doing a lot of fucking, to pass the time. Fine if you’ve got it!

I like to read so it was no problem for me to hang out in the attic all afternoon. Ben came in and said he was going nuts, waiting for the rain to let up. He flopped down onto his bed, which was not quite parallel with mine because the roof line bumped his bed more forward into the room. So I had a view of all of him but he’d have to tilt his head back to look at me.

It was humid and warm so I was only wearing my usual cotton panties and a tank top. I have small breasts, unrequiring of a bra, except for the fact that my nipples are large and distinct and always sticking out. I like how they look through the thin fabric of my tank top — I like even more how Daddy and Bro are always stealing glances at them.

Mom has “stopped battling” me about what I wear around the house — and not only in the country but also in our city flat, in a grand old building erected during the outer swellings of some previous century’s economic bubble. The place is steam-heated, to this day, to an equatorial temperature. So be it January or July, this is how you will find me at home: tank top for my titties, panties for my kitty.

I know how much Daddy checks me out, so Mom should thank me, really, since she gets a lot of good fucking from Daddy — I think as a direct consequence of my always being “barely dressed” hee hee.

Anyway, back to that rainy afternoon in the country! So I’m on my bed, my brother is on his, when all of a sudden Ben hops up and peels off his tee shirt. His lean well-muscled chest was beaded with perspiration. Then he took off his shorts, so that he was now wearing only a pair of fitted boxers. Oh, fuck me! The bulge on that boy! He lay back down on his bed and started idly thumbing through pictures of girls on his phone with his left hand, his right hand brushing beneath the band of his boxers.

This had been going on for several minutes and I was thinking of returning to the story I’d been reading when all of a sudden Ben lifted his butt up off the bed and whisked his underpants down to his ankles. When he did this, his long thick dick and big balls came tumbling out.

Ben had gotten comfortable masturbating with me in the room some time ago, actually — but only at bedtime, when I could hear him but not see him. I found this incredibly frustrating, especially when I was quietly strumming my cunny, listening intently to my brother’s every muffled gasp and groan and to the slick thwacking sound of a hand beating a penis. Now it was the daytime, I could see everything, and I was fascinated!!

Totally ignoring me, Bro started to oh-so-casually play with his cock. It was wobbly, not yet fully hard, but a bead of clear precum had already formed at the slit. The bead grew in size — quivering tenuously, amazingly, at the tip of my brother’s dick.

He dabbed it with his thumb and pulled up a long strand of precum, which he then rubbed around his swollen purplish cockhead, making it glisten in the diffuse light of this overcast afternoon. The shaft of my brother’s hard penis was a deep red, like the inside of a brick; his balls were more pinkish, and as all-bare-there as my pussy.

Interesting! erzurum escort I reflected. Bro keeps his balls eminently lickable.

Looking back, I see this precise moment as the turning point for me, in terms of what was to follow — having this item of important new information about my cute brother.

Suddenly I am salivating, as I imagine slathering my tongue along my big brother’s neat pink nutsack. Then I am taking each tender rolling testicle and coddling it in turn in the heat of my mouth.

While all these images were flashing, uncontrolled, if not unbidden, through my mind, my brother was still merely toying with his penis. But it was very hard now, twitching with his heartbeat, standing full erect.

At last he began to jerk off properly vigorously — but keeping it to long, even strokes. His slim hips were gyrating, as if helping to position his dick so that his hand could spank it for the maximal possible pleasure.

Every now and again he’d simply stop — pause the action — while he looked for a particular picture on his phone. Then he’d start up again, unhurriedly playing with his dick, just enjoying himself.

As for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off my brother. My white cotton panties were now thoroughly soaked at the crotch, the material there gone visibly grey with my juices.

My nipples were so popped up they dragged painfully against my tight thin tank top as I (barely) breathed: I was trying to be silent so as not to break the spell of my brother’s openly masturbating in front of me — masturbating as if I weren’t there, just a few feet away from his own naked display!

Ben started moaning quietly as he got more into his frig. A pattern developed. His hand would be jerking his penis faster and faster, and then the pause for edging: he’d stop momentarily and toy with his dick, weighing its heft in his hand or grabbing it at the base and squeezing, just letting it waggle around.

A steady stream of precum was oozing out of his jizz-slit and some of it dribbled like a gossamer thread onto his tummy as he clenched his cock in his fist, just above his balls.

Despite the tightness of his scrotum, my brother’s big balls were rolling around as if of their own volition, obviously aching to release all the millions upon millions of little spermies they were always manufacturing.

Ben never looked back to me on my bed. I’d long since tossed aside the story I’d been reading on my own phone. My hands were clamped to my thighs. I was willing my fingers to resist traveling up my crunching tummy so that they might touch and tug my so-needy nipples.

But this business of keeping my hands out of play, so to speak, had the unintended effect of crushing my pussy even tighter between my thigh muscles — my hands were pushing my thighs in a pattern of squeeze-and-release, squeeze-and-release. It felt amazing!

So, yes, I was masturbating, too — in my way. While not acknowledging it. Much as my brother wasn’t acknowledging me. But he just had to be aware he was putting on a show for me, and it was turning me on to think how he was turning himself on by being so brazen.

Because it was an amazing moment: Except for the boxers bunched at his feet, my brother was totally nude and playing with himself in front of his little sister!

I drank it all in: the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing got heavier, the flexing of his arm muscles as he pumped his dick, the way his thigh muscles flexed also — wholly in response to what his hand was doing to his penis.

I liked the way his open legs kicked and twitched, the way his feet shuffled involuntarily, turning and twisting the jumble of his pulled-down underpants at his ankles.

But most of all I drank in the sight of my brother’s beautiful penis — hard, huge, proud, and at last being jerked firmly and ferociously.

Ben had settled on a picture of a girl who had a figure very much like my own, I couldn’t help but observe with a rush that I felt from my clit to my throat: she was slim and small-breasted, and with the same disproportionately large and prominent nipples. Also like me, she had a flat well-defined tummy and an all-bare-there pussy with plump labia — all the plumper when sexually excited!

The girl was sitting with her legs parted, a giant grin on her pretty freckled face, grey-blue eyes twinkling merrily — as if in acknowledgment of all the handsome boys like my brother, jerking off while gazing upon her nudity.

Benjy really liked this girl! He flipped among several pictures of her, including one where she was on her tummy — butt-up, head down, peering over a slender shoulder, coolly regarding the camera. Her hand clasped her ass cheek, her thumb tugging sidewards the dark triangle of pink flesh that defined her pucker. It was like she was saying to my brother: “Here. Fuck me here. I want your big eskişehir escort dick thrusting deep into my ass.”

My own butthole tingled. I’m still a virgin there. I often play with my ass when I masturbate, and I’m thinking of asking Mom to order me a dildo from her catalog. We’re very open with each other about sex and masturbation, my mom and me, and we often skinny dip together in the conservatory hot tub, jilling via the jets while trying to keep a coherent conversation going at the same time.

If I gave the impression earlier that Mom is some sort of prude: far from it! She just doesn’t like my “flaunting how pretty you are, Katie — the world will acknowledge this without your stripping for it.”

But I wanted to strip for the world! I desired to flaunt it! And more than anything at that moment, alone with my brother in our cozy room, I wanted a boy to look at pictures of me while he masturbated. I wanted to be naked, my cunny open and exposed, my nipples ripe and erect — all of me the driving force of a guy’s pleasure as he played with himself and made himself cum.

My brother was really jerking it hard now! The wet slapping sound of his hand on his cock reverberated about the tiny room at the top of the cottage under the slanting rain-pummelled roof.

It was so loud that anybody listening outside the door — like you, Mom — could have heard it!

But Ben didn’t care. His low groans had become sudden gasps as his hand blurred along his rigid dick, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

I was so excited that I was going to get to see my brother’s semen come squirting out of his penis! I squeezed my legs together in a way that shifted my swollen clit against my panties, producing the sudden surprising jolt of a mini-orgasm. The wispy blonde hairs along my arms all stood up, as if an electric current had passed through them.

I gasped — to my horror.

But my brother didn’t seem to have heard me over all the noise he was making — the grunts and groans of pleasure, the steady whack-whack-whacking of a hard penis being hard-masturbated.

Ben was spanking his cock with ferocious intent, his hips rising and falling as he alternately fucked his fist and jacked his dick. This action exposed my brother’s taut cute ass, flexing with his entire body’s excitement.

His cock was all purple now, slick with precum, the veins standing out defined and throbbing as his cockhead swelled, the slap of shaft and hand like the cracking of a whip, until — with a loud groan issuing from deep within his chest — my brother’s orgasm commenced and he started ejaculating!

First there was an almost indiscernible surge of semen: it popped from Ben’s jizz-slit, splashing the blondish thicket of pubes that my brother keeps close-cropped at the groin.

This was followed immediately by the first mighty jet of jism — shooting out, arcing high, and then splatting against Ben’s neck and chin.

The next massive blast landed squarely in the middle of my brother’s sun-kissed chest — a wet pearly dollop of pure cum. It streamed the tiered ridges of Ben’s rib cage, spilling over onto the counterpane.

Third, fourth, and fifth spurts dappled the plateau of Ben’s trim belly, forming estuaries of grey-white jizz that filled and overflowed the deep well of my brother’s navel.

All the while he was muttering “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” — his face contorting in ecstatic agony.

So much jizz soaring skyward! I imagined all of it being squirted instead into my hungry slurping mouth and down my greedy gulping throat. Or — even better — my brother was blasting all those hundreds of millions of little spermies up into my cunny, to plume my cervix and swirl within my womb. (Okay, cap your twisted thinking: I’m on the pill!! I mean, jeepers: can’t a girl engage in a little consensual incestuous no-fallout fantasizing without, oh, I dunno, having her diary confiscated or her blog deleted?)

My butthole was tingling, too, of course — so that thought occurred to me in that instant as well: that I could feel, through the exquisite stretching of my ring by the root of my brother’s penis, its pulsing as my brother pumped his cum into my most intimate depths… Yes, I think it was at that moment I felt it as never before so fully: the desire to give my ass to a boy. To the right boy…

Gradually my brother relaxed his straining, bucking body and his hand slowed. His penis slumped and wobbled slightly, but was still erect.

The last few pops of cum flipped across the back of Ben’s hand as he squeezed and pulled his dick really hard. Much harder than I’d have pulled it, in that condition. Believe me, I was taking an entire binder’s worth of handjob-giving notes!

I love giving handjobs, by the way — I’ve actually lost count, the number of boys I’ve jerked off. I so enjoy making out, and having a boy gaziantep escort feel me up under my shirt — “It’s so cool you don’t wear a bra!” they all say — and me masturbating him till he can’t kiss me any more, he’s experiencing such bliss. And then the sudden warm soaking of my busy wrist…

I will never get tired of simply “petting” with a guy. A term I learnt from Mom when we were in the hot tub together recently.

“That’s what your grandmother c-called it,” she explained, concentrating fiercely on what she was saying while tilting her clit against the return jet.

“An-nother w-weird express… express… sion!” I was working my own jet, while also trying to hold up my end of the conversation. What I was trying to say: That there were lots of antique terms — “petting,” “necking” — to describe the simple pleasure of kissing a boy with your hands down his pants and his up your shirt.

I wanted to note this fact, to make a larger point about any given generation’s relationship with its sexuality, but when you’re with your mom, and you’re both nude and masturbating together in a whirlpool sauna in a greenhouse, and it’s night and the winter stars are winking overhead and you’re trying so hard not to cum, because it feels so good… You don’t get to finish your thought before someone starts wailing.

Happy memories. I love jilling with my mom in that hot tub. We don’t do it nearly enough these days — my fault, spending so much time as I do with my boyfriend. Boyfriends I should say, because Jackson has a fraternal twin, and they both fuck me. But not this holiday — traveling with their parents in Northern Italy, of all the rum luck. Which added to the thrill of witnessing my brother’s self-play. I hadn’t seen a nude male body in over a week, in real life I mean, and I was famished for the experience.

My brother was now just toying with his penis, dragging it through the cum on his tummy, idly waggling it, his breathing calming, all of him — from his forehead to his toes — sweat-bedewed: That manly redolence mingled with the delicious chlorine smell of spunk. It permeated the tiny room, making me so high-on-horny I thought I might spontaneously orgasm, myself! I think I gasped, again — rather, it was an exhalation: I hadn’t been aware of holding my breath, but there it was.

Abruptly, Ben shifted himself up onto his left elbow and peered back at me on my bed. He smiled and said, “You like?”

“Yes!” I actually shouted, grinning and twisting my legs, crushing even tighter my soaking pussy between my thighs. “Dude, that was so cool! You had a lot of baby batter stored up in your balls!”

“Yeah, I’ve been so horny all day. I couldn’t wait till bedtime and I detest whacking off in the loo,” my brother replied. “Usually I do it in the pines, or down by the lake, if you’re reading up here, but all this fucking rain! I didn’t want to wreck my phone.”

“What about the hot tub?”

“Oh, man! Mom is so on my ass about the ‘condition’ I leave that tub in. No thank you.”

“Yeah, well I can see now what she’s on about,” I laughed. “Yuck. I don’t want to swim in your spermies.” (Total lie: I wanted him to soak me in them! I wanted him to jerk his dick and splatter my naked body with his jizz, the way he had just done to his own.)

“Plus—” he held up his phone.

“You need the nude girls to masturbate to?” I asked.

“Hell yeah!” my brother said. Then he thought about it for a moment. “Well, no. To be honest. Just makes it better.”

“How ‘better’?”

“They’re so pretty. They make me cum so hard, just looking at them! I love looking at naked girls.”

“More than fucking them?”

“Well… no. It’s different. I like doing it and thinking about it doing it almost equally, now you mention it.” To which he added: “Nosy.” And my brother looked at me in a most curious way.

I’d been rumbled. Bro was onto me. Because in my normal, cheeky-little-sister mode, I should’ve been teasing him mercilessly for playing with himself in front of me like that. But I was so turned on by everything I’d seen and heard in the past quarter hour, all I could do was babble excitedly, telling my brother how beautiful he looked, masturbating openly and completely nude.

He blushed when I said this, and got up from the bed, rising to his full six-something. This afforded me a different mouth-watering perspective on the sheen of jizz and sweat across my brother’s lean tan torso. Which he nonchalantly mopped up, using his tee shirt as a cum rag. (I thought I might cry.)

Bro seemed in no hurry to not-be-nude. He started searching for something in the top drawer of the high boy we share. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, I was so keyed-up, my pussy so poised. I thought I might cum just by gazing upon my brother’s beautiful naked body. I could see that his penis had to it what Emily Dickinson would describe as “that certain Slant” — not fully erect, but hardly relaxed. Not calm. Needing. Needing masturbating.

“Oh fuck me,” my brother muttered, finally extracting our spare phone charger from the back of the drawer. “Now I’ve gone and done it.” Turning to face me, his cock standing fully erect, he said wistfully: “Kate, I’m sorry. Once I start I can’t stop. I need to jerk off again.”

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A lot of me went into this story. A lot of it is true. Back in the late fifties, western Montana was a wild place to be and the girls were just as wild as the country. I guess I just want to remember almost how it was.

Ironworker

He slid down the steel column from the third deck to the ground. Quitting time! His favorite time of day. “See ya tomorrow, Johnny,” he said as he headed for his truck. He took off his tool belt and dumped it into the built in tool box, jumped in the cab and sped off to the motel. He loved these out-of-town jobs. He was in Kalispell, Montana erecting a big storage facility. He had been there for two weeks and he estimated he had another six weeks to go to completion.

He opened the door to the motel room and flopped down on the bed. He rested there for half an hour, then rose and got into the shower. Iron work was hard, dangerous, dirty work. He scrubbed his body clean. “Time to eat,” he thought.

He got in his truck and drove to the diner. It was a typical small town eatery. It wasn’t big, but the food was good and there was plenty of it. He had a big T-bone steak, chocolate malt and apple pie for desert. After the meal he drove back out toward the job site, parked and just sat watching the river flow past. He saw a few trout jump and resolved to come back tomorrow with his fishing gear.

The sun was going down so he drove back into town. On the other side of town was a bar, The Green Lantern. As he walked in the door he was greeted by some of his crew and the bartender. He was well known on the local bar circuit. He sat at the bar and guzzled the first beer of the evening.

Half an hour later one of the local sluts came into the bar and sat on the barstool next to him. “Buy a lady a drink, hon?” she asked.

“I might if one ever shows up,” he sneered. The slut was one of many sperm receptacles that inhabited the bar circuit. He had seen her many times and even screwed her once when things got desperate.

He was just about to leave and go to the next bar when a new, very pretty face walked in. The face sat atop a body that was to die for. Nice big, round tits, a wasp waist and super-fine round little butt. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched as she approached.

“See something you like?” she asked.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he replied. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure,” she answered. “I want a rum and coke.”

The drink was ordered quickly and they sat at the bar and talked. She was very easy to talk to. “So what are you doing in this bar? It’s kind of a rough place,” he asked.

“Maybe I’m looking for a kind of rough guy,” she answered. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Benny, Benny Joseph,” he replied.

“I’m Kate Thompson.” She stuck out her hand. He took it and shook it lightly. “Your hands are rough, but your touch is gentle,” she remarked.

“I’m an ironworker. We’re building that storage facility out on the river.”

She squeezed his bicep. “Oooh, hard. I like that!” she exclaimed. She looked him over more carefully. He was only 5’9″ but he had no fat at all escort ataköy on his well defined body, at least the parts she could see. He had several scars on his hands and his nose looked like it had been broken more than once. “Do you get in a lot of fights?” she asked.

“Only when I’m not dancing,” he laughed.

“Now here’s a guy who can take care of himself,” she thought. “What are you doing later?” she asked.

“Usually I have a few beers and if there isn’t any action, I go home and go to sleep. I have to be up early in the morning.”

“What kind of ‘action’ do you expect to find?”

“You never can tell out here in these little bars.”

The band took to the stage for the first time that evening and started playing some country songs. When their first break came the lead singer came over to Benny and said, “You want to sing a little tonight?”

“Sure, why not?” said Benny.

“Do you sing?” Kate asked.

“That’s a matter of opinion,” he replied. “I’ve had good reports and bad reports. Are you gonna stick around for my moaning session?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Kate answered.

After the first break, the lead singer walked up to the mike and said, “We have a guest singer with us tonight, Mr. Benny Joseph.”

Benny got off the barstool and jumped up onto the stage. He hit a few chords on the borrowed guitar and then the band started playing. He started singing.

To Kate’s surprise, he sounded just like Marty Robbins. “This might be fun1” she thought.

Benny sang a couple of songs and then went back to the bar. “Well?” he asked.

“Not bad. You’re definitely not in the howl and moan group,” she said enthusiastically.

They had two more drinks. Then Benny said, “Well, I’ve got to get some action or get some sleep.”

“I know where there’s some action,” Kate remarked.

“Yeah? Where?”

Why don’t you follow me and I’ll show you?”

She walked out in front of him and got into a bright green Camaro.

He followed her out of town to a small house set back in the woods. He parked behind her.

“Home, sweet home,” she giggled as she skipped up the steps and into the house.

He followed her into the house, close behind.

As soon as he stepped through the door she spun around, grabbed his neck and rammed her tongue down his throat. He was startled at first but was soon returning her greeting with some tongue of his own. She tasted great. Her lips, her tongue, the whole package. She broke the kiss. “Action?” she asked.

“Wow, I’ll say!” he answered as she led him into a small living room and pulled him down onto the sofa.

“Less talk, more action,” she requested, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight.

“Yes maam,” he complied. He squeezed her really hard and heard her start panting for air. He lightened up a bit and started unbuttoning her blouse. He tossed it into a nearby chair. He unsnapped her bra and admired her perfect tits as the bra joined the blouse. He escort şirinevler dipped his head and sucked one of her succulent nipples into his mouth.

She let out an audible gasp and started fiddling around with his belt buckle. Soon she had it unfastened. His pants dropped to the floor and then followed the rest of the clothing into the chair. She quickly divested him of his shirt and t-shirt.

He removed his boots and socks. Only his briefs were left. He unzipped her skirt. It went to the chair. He removed her boots and socks. He noticed that she had tiny, little, perfect feet. The moment of truth had arrived. He pulled her panties from her body.

She quickly jerked his briefs off. The panties and the briefs reached the chair at the same time.

They stood nude in front of each other. He reached for her and she melted into his big, rough arms. He hugged her tight, but not too tight. She kissed his chest and then sucked one of his nipples.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he croaked.

“C’mon, I’ll show you,” she answered.

The bed was the only big thing about the house. It filled the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and pulled him down beside her. She kissed him tenderly and then with accelerating urgency.

He knew there was no turning back from here for either of them. He rolled her over on her back and spread her legs. He dived on her muff. She had a beautiful pussy and it was swollen and ready. He flattened his tongue and licked her from asshole to clit and back again.

She squealed and jumped. Nobody had ever kissed her pussy before. She had only read about it in magazines. It felt better than anything she had ever felt in her life. She pulled his lips tightly against her greedy sex. “More, more, more,” she begged.

Benny lapped at her pussy. She had started to produce some love honey and he drank as much as she could put out. He jammed his rolled up tongue into her love channel and she bucked hard, almost throwing him off. He slid up her cunt and took her clit in his lips. She screamed. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed it gently with his tongue.

Kate had completely lost her mind. She was feeling things she hadn’t even suspected existed up until this moment. She was squeaking and yelling and moaning all at the same time. All she could think about was Benny’s magic tongue in her pussy.

If Benny hadn’t had so much experience, he would have thought he was killing her but he knew she was just having a good time. As she wiggled and wriggled under his tongue he ran his hands all over her body. She was hot and soft. He really liked it. He cupped her ass cheeks and rubbed her asshole.

She screamed again. He was making her cum. She had only made herself come. The boys who had fucked her before (3) just jumped on, got a nut and jumped off. She thought that was all there was to it. Now she was finding out what sex was all about and she loved it. Suddenly she had a wild desire to taste his cock. “Can I taste yours?” she asked meekly.

“Of escort halkalı course honey,” he replied and scooted around into the ’69’ position.

She saw his big, hard cock drooping over her face. She tentatively took it in her hand and felt it. It was bigger than the other three she had seen. She gingerly kissed the tip. A little pre cum oozed out of it. She licked it. She thought it tasted pretty good, but she needed a bigger sample. She wrapped her lips around the cock and sucked on it. She heard him moan a little so she figured she was doing something right. She sucked as much as she could into her throat. She was bobbing her head faster and faster. She came again. She felt his dick swelling even more in her mouth but she didn’t have enough experience to know what came next.

What came next was Benny. He fired the biggest load of his life down her throat. She swallowed it all. She trembled and twitched. He sucked harder on her clit and she almost jumped off the bed. Then she collapsed. Benny knew she had just fainted. He pulled his wet dick out of her mouth and scooted around so he was head to head with her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. He smiled back. “Nobody ever made me cum before,” she whispered. “Can we do that again?”

“Maybe later,” he whispered back and started to finger her vagina. He rubbed it gently and then stuck his finger in her and massaged her G spot. She was pumping hard against him as he finger fucked her. She hadn’t known about her G spot either. No one had ever touched her there before. She humped a little harder, he rubbed it a little faster and soon she was cumming again.

“Please fuck me now,” she whimpered. “Please.”

Benny crawled between her legs and sank his cock into her hungry pussy. He was stroking very slowly and it was driving her out of her mind. The boys she had been with had nowhere near this much skill. “Faster, faster,” she begged.

Benny shortened his stroke and increased his prick velocity. He was determined to get her off before he came. He used every little trick he had ever learned, jamming it all the way in so far you couldn’t tell who the balls were on. Slipping it almost out until she cried, “NNNNOOOooooo.” He tried approaching her from different angles. The longer he fucked her, the louder she grunted.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn,” she groaned in rhythm with his thrusting. Finally she screamed, “Oh Jesus Christ!!” and was still once more.

Benny stopped stroking her and waited for her to come to. Soon she waded through the dense fog of sexual satisfaction and came back to the world. He started fucking her again.

“God damn, this is so much fun,” she laughed. “I love every minute of it. I had no idea that sex was this good!”

“It ain’t over, babe,” declared Benny as he stroked harder, seeking release. She started helping him by bucking her hips up in time with his thrusts. “I’m gonna cum now babe,” he groaned.

“Me too,” she answered. And cum she did. And he did. “I can feel it shooting into me!” she screamed. “Oh god, I’ll never fell this good again.”

After they came down from their orgasmic highs, he said, “You’ll feel this good again. If you want to go out tomorrow night.”

“Try and stop me,” she replied.

Benny knew he had, at the very least, found a source of pussy for the next 6 weeks.

Kate was thinking much further into the future than that.

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My wife went camping with her brother, his son and our daughter’s son. They left on Monday and I never heard a word from them until Friday night. She called me to tell me that she was at her brother’s house and was going to stay the night before driving home the next day. As soon as she walked in the house I sense that something was different. She said that she had a good time but would give me very little detail of the trip. All she would tell me is that everyone had fun and that they fished most every day and that the kids caught quite a few fish. I kept trying to get her to tell me more details of the trip but she would change the subject every time.

I finally confronted her and told her that I wanted to know what went on during the camping trip and what was she hiding. She again tried to change the subject but I told her to stop it and tell me what was going on. She looked down and started to cry. I told her that I wanted to know everything and that I was not going to stop until I heard everything that went on.

She finally said that she would tell me the whole story. She said that everyone was having a great time and they did spend most of their time fishing or down by the water. They were with the kids most of the time. She said nothing much happened during the trip but they did have some heated conversations at night after the kids went to bed. I asked her what she meant by that and she said that the conversation turned to them telling each other about their sex lives. She said that she told him that it had been some time since we had made love and that she missed it. She said that Steve, her brother, told her that since his divorce several years earlier he also had very little sex. He lived in a small town and the prospects were not very good. Cheryl, my wife, said that they shared some of their past sexual experiences and how good it used to be.

Cheryl told me that when Steve was married that his then wife and he had tried wife swapping several times and that he liked it very much. He told her about the first time as they had some friends over one night when the husband told Steve that he and his wife swapped and asked Steve if he was interested. Steve said that he told him that he was but he did not think his wife would be. Steve said that the guy then said that he would seduce the wife and that if Steve wanted to make love to his wife then it was ok. Steve said they played cards and it wasn’t long before things turned sexual and for the first time he got to see zonguldak escort his wife make love to someone else. He told Cheryl what a turn on it was to watch another man fuck his wife in front of him.

Cheryl told me that the story got her hot but she told Steve that she could never do something like that and did not think that I would be interested either. She told me she told Steve how I liked to sunbath naked in our backyard pool and got caught by our neighbors a few times and some friends that dropped by one day unexpected. She told me that she told him that I was more open than she was. She said that Steve told her that she needed to loosen up some and go with the flow. He asked her why she never went swimming nude and she said that she was too scared that someone would catch her. He then asked her what was the worst that could happen if someone did catch her, after all she would be in her back yard. She said that it would be embarrassing is all.

She told me that every night they would talk more about it and he had her convinced that she should open up. She said that Friday night when they were at his house they stayed up late and talked into the early morning hours and again sex was the main topic. She said as they decided to go to bed that Steve asked her if she was going to open up a bit and be more daring. She said that she told him yes and see if that would help with us having sex more often. She said that he then said that she should try and see if she could right there. That it was a good time to see if she could be more free. She said that she told him that it would not be right to get naked in front of him. He told her that she was inside a house and no one other than him would be able to see her and if she could not get naked in front of him then she could never do it if she thought a stranger might see her.

Cheryl told me that Steve said that he would make it easier for her and started undressing in front of her. When he got down to his boxer shorts her told her that it was her turn. She said that she is not sure why but she took off her shirt and dropped her pants. She said that she was down to her bra and panties and just stood in front of him while he just stood there taking it all in. She said that he then asked her if she was going to go any further and when she hesitated he dropped his boxer shorts and stood in front of her in all his glory. He said that she should not be embarrassed and take fethiye escort everything off. She said that he was not hard and seemed to be only interested in helping her so she took the bra and panties off. She said that they then decided to go outside and run around the house. She said that since it was almost 3 in the morning she figured that it was pretty safe. She said that she felt really free running around outside naked for about 10 minutes.

Cheryl then told me that when they went back inside it was then that she noticed that Steve was hard as a rock. She said that it looked nice with an upward turn to it. She said that she could not get away from looking at it and Steve seemed pleased that she was looking. She said that Steve finally asked her if she liked it. She said that she thought it was nice but that they should get dressed now. She said that Steve just walked up to her and pulled her to him and let their bodies touch and his cock rubbed between them. She said that she wanted to back away but for some reason she did not and just let him rub his body against hers and his cock just kept rubbing against the front of her cunt. She said that she was a little excited from running around naked outside and being naked with a naked man. She said for a few minutes she forgot that it was her brother that was holding her and she got lost in the feeling of the cock rubbing up against her.

She said that they started to kiss and she was kissing back and it wasn’t until he started to lick and suck her breast that she realized that it was her brother doing this. She said that she tried to break away but he held her tight and continued to suck her breast. She said that it had been so long since her and I had made love that the feeling of someone sucking her breast was too much for her and she grabbed the back of his head and pushed it into her breast. She said that she does not know why but she gave in to the feeling and continued to let him lick and suck each breast.

She said that he must have kissed her breast for a good five minutes before he brought her over to the couch and sat her down and continued to suck on her breast. He then laid her down and proceeded to work his way down her body until he worked his tongue into her hole. She said that she came immediately and he licked her to two more orgasms before he crawled up until his cock was right at her entrance. She said that she knew what she was doing was wrong alanya escort but the feeling was so overpowering that she could not stop. She said that she rose up her legs and asked him to fuck her. She said that when he first penetrated her that she never felt so alive in her life. She said that every fiber in her came alive and all she could feel was how good a cock felt in her. She said that they fucked for about ten minutes before he came in her. They laid next to each other after and told each other how great that it felt and how long it had been for both of them.

Cheryl said that they both got up and went into his bedroom and climbed under the covers. She said that as soon as they had gotten in bed that they started kissing and holding each other and exploring each others body. She said that it was not like a brother and sister but like two lovers. She said that she felt like it was her first time and she was like she was when she was 19. She said that she went down on him and started to suck his cock until he was hard again. She said that once he was hard she rolled over on top of him and took his cock into her again and rode him hard until she climaxed once more. She said that he then rolled her over and fucked her for another 15 to 20 minutes before they both came together.

She said that they made love twice more that morning until they knew that the kids would be getting up. She said that they did not want the kids to find them in bed together as they were old enough to know what it meant. She said that she started feeling real guilty when she was driving home and realized what she had done. She told me that she had never cheated on me before and was not sure what got into her this time. She said that it all felt so natural and sexy and the feelings just were too much for her.

I asked her what was going to happen to us now. She said that she loved me and did not want to lose me. I asked her what about her brother. Was this a one time thing or could it happen again? She said that she could not guarantee me anything because the feeling was so overpowering that she did not know how she felt right then. She said that it was the most intense thing she has ever done and was not sure what she would do if the situation presented itself again. I then asked her what was going to happen the next time that they were together. She said that it would be a bad idea to leave them alone again but if I was with her then nothing would happen. I told her that I could not be with her all the time and that when he came for a visit that the two of them stayed up much later than I did. What was she going to do if he tried something after I went to bed. Cheryl started crying again and said that she thought that it would happen again if that happened. She said that she did not think that she could stop herself if she was alone with him.

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We had been chatting for almost a year online. We had got to know each other very well, we discussed everything in our lives, food, favourite tv shows, friends, family but first and most romance and of course SEX!!

We both know we had liked what we saw, it began with us just exchanging photos, to exchanging nudes, to us seeing each other on cam, to masturbating and watching each other cum, you would slowly strip for me each time we were on cam, then begin by playing with your breasts and your nipples, lifting them to your lips and licking them, I would instantly become hard as a rock.

I would then strip off my jeans and boxers as you removed your pants and thong, sometimes you wouldn’t even take it off you would just pull it to one side, and begin to finger your wet, juicy pussy, as I would stroke my cock slowly, then you would pull out your rabbit dildo with the vibrator and start sliding it in and out, going slow at first as you watched me, then faster and harder and deeper, until you were ramming it in and out like a jackhammer as you watched me stroke my hard 8 and a half inch cock faster.

You loved not just how long it was and the fact that I am cut, so each time I came you could watch my cum gush out, but how thick I was at 2 and a half inches thick. We would also play nightly over the phone, hearing each other tell the other all the dirty things we wanted to do to each other until we both moaned in unison that we were cumming.

Neither one of us had really planned or thought we would actually meet, until one day when I told you I had got a nice raise at work and would either be able to come travel to your city, though you didn’t live far from me by Greyhound bus, or I could easily pay for a ticket for you to come see me. So excited you said you wanted to come here and get away from the city you lived in as it was basically in the middle of nowhere. So the next day I went to the station and faxed you a ticket. You get a call from the depot in the middle of the afternoon to inform you there was a return ticket for Hamilton sitting there in your name for you to come pick up. You knew this day was coming so you excitedly had already packed the night before.

Within an hour you were at the station, getting your ticket and boarding escort arnavutköy the bus, thoughts filled your mind, what did I have planned for you? How long would it take for me to make the first move? Was I all talk and no action? You continued to mull these over in your head for the next few hours as you travelled along with the thoughts of us making love and my mouth on your breasts, my hands all over your body, you sucking my long, thick hard cock, then feeling me licking your pussy and finally the feel of my long hard cock buried deep in your now as you realize it, very tight hot and now very wet pussy.

Finally the bus arrives in Hamilton and as you disbark from the bus, you see me there smiling, I walk over and you drop your bags as I take you in my arms and hold you tight, then we kiss, first a gentle peck on the lips, then a full deep passionate kiss. I tell you I got a motel room for us at The Sheraton which has the nicest of all the rooms as I wanted the next few days to be very romantic and special.

I hail a cab for us even though it is only like 5 blocks away. We arrive at the motel and you set your bags down and ask if it would be ok if you showered before we went out. I smile and tell you of course. You slip into the washroom and you get undressed and you turn on the water, allowing it to run and get nice and hot, you then remember you didn’t lock the door, but you shoose not to, wondering if I would slip in and join you. You step into the shower and allow the hot water to run over you. After a few hours on a bus it feels great.

You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of the water running over your body when you hear the bathroom door open and see me walk in naked. You love my body and how slim I am, but you also look down and notice I am getting hard just looking at your sexy naked body. Your firm D cup breasts, your shaved pussy, your firm tight ass, you long sexy legs. You watch as I step into the shower with you and as I grab the soap off the ledge. You feel my hands all over you as I lather your body. I tell you to turn so you do and I lather your back and ass, then I grab the shampoo and I wash your hair for you. You love it as you have never had a guy wash escort fatih your hair for you.

You then ask to return the favour. You lather my body all over with the soap along my now hard jutting erection. As you kneel in front of it you decide you can no longer control your urges. You take it in your hand and begin to stroke me. I moan gently and tell you how good it feels. You then stick your tongue out and you lick from my heavy ball sack, up the shaft all along it top and bottom, teasing me, you then lick around the head, noticing a drop of precum forming on the tip you lick it off. You moan at the taste as you have always loved the taste of cum.

You slowly take me in your mouth as far down as you can then you come back up. God my cock is so hard and feels so good in your mouth. You continue to stroke annd suck me but you begin to go faster now and begin to take me deeper. You feel my hands on the back of your head, grabbing your hair, guiding you up and down on my cock as I thrust in and out of your hot, wet, warm mouth.

You love how I fuck your mouth and I push your head down, making you now deep throat my entire length, almost gagging you with it.

Finally I just pull you off and I take you by the hand and I guide you to the bed. I lay you back, with your legs hanging off. I kiss up your thighs slowly, we are both still wet from the shower as we hadn’t dried off yet, but neither of gives a damn. I kiss up your thighs making my way to your pussy. I finally reach my destination and you feel my tongue running up and down the length of your slit. God it feels so good you think.

You feel me then lick and suck on your clit. This is driving you wild. I slowly insert first, one, then two fingers in your now moist pussy and I curl them in you to find your g-spot.

The combination of my tongue and lips all over your pussy and me sucking on your clit with my fingers stimulating your g-spot as I move them in and out drives you so wild, you clamp your legs around my head and you moan loudly as you orgasm and fill my mouth with your sweet juices. You look at me and tell me you want my hard cock buried deep in your pussy. I smile and I stand and I glaldy oblige you.

I tease escort beşiktaş you first though, I slide the length of the shaft over your now wet pussy and I tease you with the head and tip of it, tapping it on your clit, you’re going insane so you just yell at me “God Damn it Michael, just put it in me and fuck me already” I laugh and suddenly you feel me thrust deep into you with one long, hard thrust. “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN ME” You yell.

I moan back “MMMM you’re pussy feels so hot, tight, and wet and feels so good around my cock” . I begin to slowly but deeply thrust in and out, I know it won’t take me long to cum as I am still quite sensitive to the blowjob you gave me in the shower. I lean down and begin sucking and licking your hard nipples,Alternating back and forth.

You moan to me “God Mike I want to ride your cock”. I pull out and I lay back on the bed. You straddle me and slowly slide your tight pussy down on my cock. God it feels so amazing. You lean down and we kiss passionately. You begin raising up and down on my hard cock. Our breathing quickens. I moan that I am getting so close and I am going to cum. You begin to ride me faster, harder, taking me as deep in you as you can.

You feel your own orgasm impending. Suddenly you feel my cock thicken and begin to twitch and you hear me moan, “OH GOD BABE I AM GOING TO CUM” You moan back that you are going to as well. I feel your pussy begin to pulse and tighten around my cock trying to milk the cum from me.

Finally I can hold back no longer, I moan loudly “OH GOD BABY, I’M CUMMING, I AM SHOOTING MY HOT SEED DEEP IN YOUR WOMB” You feel me erupt deep in your now convulsing pussy.

You as well scream out “OH GOD BABE YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM TOO!!”

We both orgasm simaltaneously and I fill you with my hot seed, so much that some drips out of you. You collapse on top of me as we enjoy the sensation of our orgasms. Finally I slide out of you as I begin to go soft. and We kiss and I ask if I was as good as you hoped, “MMMMM Much Better, god that was amazing” you reply. I Tell you that you were more amazing than I could possibly had ever imagined.

We lay there holding each other as we catch our breath, You laugh and say, “well looks like we are going to need another shower before we go for dinner” I smile and laugh and I grab your hand and lead you back to the shower, kissing you and telling you how beautiful and sexy you are. We shower, finally dress and go out for the rest of the day and evening for the beginning of an amazingly romantic and sexy weekend together.

The End

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