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What was I supposed to do? I mean, what could I have done? The day started out normal enough. I reluctantly crawled out of bed, turned off the damn alarm, then jumped in the shower. When I emerged I still didn’t feel quite awake, but I proceeded to brush out my hair, throw on some clothes, brew a cup of coffee, and find my keys. I was going to be late to work. Oh well, I thought as I continued to search for the keys.

Then the phone rang. Maybe I should have let the machine get it, but then I would of missed out on quite a bit. The first thing I noticed when I reached for it was my keys sitting on the table beside it. Score!

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jamie! I need a favor.” I instantly recognized the voice, though it had been awhile since I’d heard it. It was Matt, a man I had once upon time loved, hated, been indifferent to, and finally had settled into an easy friendship with. All you girls know the type. Handsome in a offbeat way, quick to smile, but always a little unreachable And here he was calling me ten minutes before I had to get to work.

I sighed. “What do you need Matt?”

“Well, I’m stranded about twenty minutes outside of town…”

I cut him off. “So that piece of shit of yours finally died? Well, call a tow truck.”

He laughed into the receiver. “A tow would cost more than the things worth. Pick me up, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

I guess I didn’t really want to work anyways. I took down the directions, Then kocaeli escort called my boss. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t fire me, which is always a bonus. For some reason I felt the urge to put on mascara before I walked out the door. You never know…Then I was on my way.

I saw the car before I saw him. He emerged from under the hood as I pulled up on the shoulder. I couldn’t control the electric surge when I saw him. He had stripped to the waist, sweat glistening on his body. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair and grinned at me as I stepped from my car.

“Well, here I am Matt, now what?”

He slammed the hood down. “Figured I’d just leave it here, maybe pick it up this weekend.”

Damn, he was so sexy. I fought down the urge to touch him. I decided to walk back to my car instead. He got in beside me and I started back to town. We rode in silence most of the way. After what seemed an eternity I pulled up in front of his place. I turned towards him. “Well here ya are, never say I didn’t do anything for ya.” I smiled at him.

“Come on up Jaime. I said I would make it worth your while.” He threw that grin of his at me again, how could I say no? Anyways, he probably was just going to give me cash or a beer, right?

I walked in behind him and sat down on the couch. He kicked off his shoes before leaving the room. “I’ll just be a second, let me get out of these sweaty things.” I waited, kuşadası escort a bit impatient. I just wanted to get home and masturbate. To make matters worse, he emerged wearing nothing but his boxers. I suddenly felt quite shy. This was crazy, I knew. Remember, we had a history, I’d seen him wearing much less before.

“So, when are you going to make it worth my while?” I asked, trying to control the trembling in my voice. He didn’t answer, instead he just leaned in and kissed me. I let his tongue explore my mouth for a moment before pulling away.

“Matt, we shouldn’t.”

“Why the hell not?” He lowered me onto the couch. “Now take off your shirt.”

I found myself obeying. He stood in front of me as I lifted my shirt over my head. I went a step further and took off my bra as well. I heard him gasp as his cock sprang to life inside his boxers. I looked up at him, to see what he would do next.

“Now you’re going to suck my dick.” He said as he took of his remaining clothes. I thought about protesting then realized that was exactly what I wanted to do. I took his fat cock in my hand and began flicking my tongue around its swollen head. He became impatient. He grabbed my long brown hair in his fist and began guiding his dick deeper into my throat. I began teasing his balls with my other hand. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He moaned as I looked up at him, his cock filling my mouth.

I was wet now, marmaris escort and still half dressed. I kept slurping on his cock, and reached down to begin undoing my pants. He must have realized what was on my mind because he pushed me onto my back. He roughly grabbed my pants, and pulled them down. He stood there looking down at me. “Do you want my thick cock in that wet cunt of yours?”

I nodded.

“Then ask me for it.”

“I want you to fuck me, Matt. Fuck me please.” I whispered.

He smiled down at me. He lightly ran his hand down my stomach, ending with a sharp slap right on my throbbing pussy. I moaned, arching up towards him. He brought his hand down a few more times before plunging his full shaft into me. I screamed in ecstasy as he fucked me hard.

Suddenly he rolled over placing me on top. I teased him, lifting up until I was nearly off him, then slowly lowering myself back down on his hard cock. He put his hands on my hips, trying to make me fuck him harder, but I resisted. Then he slapped my ass. I leaned forward, picking up the pace, as he took one of my erect nipples into his mouth, at first gently nibbling then biting. I moaned as he slipped a finger into my tight asshole. I grinded onto his cock, taking all of him, as he fucked my ass with first one, then two fingers. I couldn’t stand this much longer.

I slid up and down on him, fingering my clit I felt him explode inside me a second before I felt my own orgasm wash over me. I collapsed on top of him, gasping. I rolled over and lay panting beside him.

After a few moments Matt pulled himself up on his elbow. He smiled at me. I smiled back, languidly stretching. “So, Jaime, can I ask you another favor?”

“I don’t know. Will you make it worth my while?”

As I said earlier, what else could I do?

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Jenny slept all through the afternoon, her mind soaked in alcohol. John, after his dare master play-acting, needed to wind down. His mind went a mile a minute, recounting again and again the images in his mind. His mother had become his slave, and although drunk, she had done it willingly. Even through the flimsiest scenario of rules, she was his. He sat playing his Xbox once again as the bright sun faded, and the house began to cool. The air around him was got still, so silent. As evening came, he decided to retire to bed. His mother’s bedroom door was closed.

John had no trouble sleeping, but was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of Jenny’s door creaking open, and then the slow, heavy steps treading down the hallway towards the bathroom. A groan emanated through the thin wall. John stared into the blackness, his senses highly attuned to the movement outside. He had the passing thought that his mother was making his way to his room, driven nuts by their sexual daring this afternoon, eager to be absolutely ravished by him.

Sadly for him he heard her footsteps passing his door. His mother was making her way to the bathroom. He considered for a moment jumping out and surprising her, but was too unsure, and did not have the nerve. He would have to wait until the sober light of day to gauge his mother’s reaction. Continuing to listen, he heard her arm arming against the wall. Was she hung over? Maybe even still drunk? As she reached the bathroom door he heard her taking a drink for the facet. John rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next morning John was awoken by sunlight beaming down into his eyes. It was every bit of the scorcher it yesterday. He could already feel a sweat forming on his brow. After moving out of the light, he listened for movement in the house. There was not a sound. John trod carefully as he moved out of bed, and opened the door slowly. He listened once again, but nothing. He bit his lip, breathing deeply, and left his room.

Making his way downstairs he began to relax. He could see his mother was nowhere to be seen. John was not sure if he was ready for inevitable awkward conversation they would be forced to have. He picked up the newspaper hanging through the letterbox and moved into the kitchen, laughing at the sight of breadcrumbs on the table. Feeling mostly at ease he made some coffee, sat down and opened the paper.

There really was not much worth reading. It was all toothless local news; something about a burglary, news of a parade next week, a local election campaigner trying to rally up support. After reading for about twenty minutes John was alerted to a noise by the stairs. He looked up, but saw nothing. He kept staring. Slowly, he caught sight of his mother’s curly locks emerging from the corner of the wall. She had her back to the wall, peering round slowly so as not to be detected, like a child hiding might. Her eyes came into John’s view his heart stopped beating. He took a cold breath. For a moment their gazes met. John’s expression was without motion, lips parted slightly. When Jenny glimpsed at him she jumped a little, darting her head back behind the cover of the wall. John sat paralyzed, helpless in what he should do. After a few moments he heard a low giggle. Relief overcame him. His heart beat back into life.

“Is there any chance you didn’t see me?” Jenny asked playfully. John began smiling. He felt all his dread lifted from him.

“See what?” he teased, “Who said that?” A few moments passed, and then slowly his mother slumped from around the corner. Her hair fell haphazardly over her face, covering one eye. She held one hand on her forehead, clearly nursing a headache. She looked beaten, shoulders slumped forwards. She shuffled towards the table. John noticed a wide smile under her hair. She sat opposite him, just as she had last night, though this time eyes fixed on the table surface shrouded by locks and tresses.

“How are we today?” asked John. His mother gave a low groan, having to deal with the pain of a hangover. Taking mercy, he took a glass and filled it with water, placing it before Jenny. Some quick searching netted some aspirin which he popped out of the pack and put alongside the glass of water. He then sat back opposite her and continued reading the paper.

“Ow!” Jenny moaned loudly and ironically, clutching her head in both hands, “Pain! Dislike!” John laughed at her, throwing a glance her way.

“Think it’s funny?” she asked, one eye finding his face through matted hair.

“It’s weird. I don’t remember you drinking last night.” John smiled sarcastically. His mother gave a disapproving, yet accountable look. She slowly pushed herself away from the table and slumped back with another groan. John saw more of her face now, still as pretty but with an exhausted frustration.

“What did we do last night?” she sighed, hand covering her eyes from the light.

“Well, we drank a lot, and played dare games. You lost a lot at poker so…”

“Don’t!” his mother interrupted, gümüşhane escort trying not to smile through her agony, “I remember.”

“Do you remember everything?” John inquired. Jenny sat motionless, her son studying her body. She finally pulled her hands from her face and looked straight at him.

“Do you know how drunk I was?” She asked meekly.

“Your fault!” John said excitedly, “You sucked at monopoly, and then poker! You got so many dares against you!” Jenny groaned and hid her eyes from the light again.

“Be gentle, mom’s hung over,” Jenny was looking for sympathy. John studied her for a few moments more, picturing her from yesterday, chest coated in semen.

“At least you finished your dares!” he poked fun.

“Don’t.” smiled Jenny.

“Don’t worry, it’s pretty healthy. That was a lot of protein.” John said with a feeling of risk.

“Don’t!” Jenny could not help but laugh, leaning forward and play-slapping him. It was all a big joke. John leaned back and left her be. He was so pleased she was not weird about last night. She took it all in jest, like it was just one of those things you know you should not have done when you were drunk. John felt like everything had gone back to normal. Well, not entirely normal. There was no denying they had crossed a line, but it seemed there was no consequence. It was a drinking anecdote.

John left his mother at the table, suggesting she lay down. She did so, retiring to her room and was not seen for the next few hours. John wandered around the house, doing a few chores. He went to the store and picked up some milk and cereal. As the afternoon drew in he decided to enjoy the sun and mowed the lawn. A few hours passed, and finally his mother reappeared.

Jenny entered the kitchen while John was making more coffee. She wore a cheap blue t-shirt which hung loosely off her body. Her bottom half covered by shorts ending half way up her thigh. In one hand she held the cotton vest she had worn yesterday.

“Better?” asked John.

“Much.” Jenny said, “Fancy making me some toast?”

“I would, but I think you ate all the bread yesterday!” John teased as Jenny gave him a stern look, “Same goes for the chocolate if you wanted that!”

“You’re pushing your luck now.” His mother scorned. Making her way to the trash can, she threw her vest inside.

“What’s wrong with that?” he annoyed her.

“There’s a couple of stains on it.” She sighed. John laughed heartily.

“Look,” she began, more serious than before, “You took advantage of a drunken woman. I didn’t bring you up to do things like that!” John thought better than to make another joke.

“Don’t be such a killjoy,” John defended himself, “Don’t pretend you didn’t have a good time.”

“Not the point!” she had a tantrum, “Now you’re just being mean.” John smiled at her, reassuring her. He took her by the arm and told her to follow him. Intrigued, she did so. John led her to the computer which was whirring away with life. John sat on the chair, and directed his mother’s ass onto his lap.

“You know I’m not drunk now?” Jenny said. John tapped away on the computer, and soon the screen was filled with the forum thread they had created yesterday. Jenny’s mouth opened and eyes widened with realization. The screen loaded and flashed images in front of them. She could not speak, but only witness her own shame as she posed for one photo after another. Her tits and ass teasing the camera lens with their appetizing allure.

“Oh no, you have to take these down.” Jenny protested vulnerably.

“Just wait.” John instructed, scrolling down past his mother’s exposing images and to the list of replies. Comments filled the screen. Jenny read them in wonderment;

‘Wow, check out those curves. Her tits are amazing.’

‘I want to eat that ass. You could bounce quarters off it.’

‘Given half a chance I would fuck the hell out of this bitch!’

‘Please tell me she’s done hardcore. She’d make me cum with a look!’

The comments continued on into the dozens, many of them wanted to know her name, eager to see more of her. Jenny was transfixed. John looked at her expression tentatively, unsure if he had shocked his mother too much. Jenny took control of the mouse, scanning more and more comments on her pornographic debut. John felt her hips moving gradually on his lap. The more lewd comments made her move and twitch with more vigor. After a few minutes she made subtle grinding motions on John’s thigh.

“Do you like what they say about you, mom?” he asked sheepishly. Jenny snapped out of her trance, looking around at him, serious expression.

“Do you like men looking at you?” John continued, “Do you like their eyes over you, thinking filth?” Jenny’s eyes lowered, shadows creating an allure about her. The air around them grew hotter, hotter than just the beaming sun was making it.

“I don’t remember you using all those dares on me yesterday.” Jenny whispered hatay escort to her son. It was said so intensely. John swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt his cock bulk.

“Mom…” he began.

“Yes?” she excited interrupted.

“I… I dare you to go put on your swimming suit,” John stuttered, “the red bikini, the one that shrunk last time you washed it.” His mother gave no hesitation before pushing herself of his lap and running upstairs. John grabbed his camera from the desk, listening to Jenny fumble around in her room. He yelled up the stairs for her to put a skirt on and some sandals, and something like a light cardigan. Soon she returned to the hall way, covered mostly except for the flimsy top revealing a lot of her bikini top and curves of her breasts. John took her hand and led her out the front door.

“Where are we going?” Jenny asked, all excited.

“This is a dare. You don’t back out of dares do you?” he replied. Jenny giggled loudly, submitting to her son, putting one hand over her mouth unable to hide her grin. Guiding her to his car, John opened the passenger door and sat her in. He climbed in the driver’s side and pulled away.

They drove for a while, Jenny biting her bottom lip, excited to see where she was being taken. She never wanted to drop out of character, refusing the dare. A combination of nerves and anticipation sent shivers down her body. The blistering sun shined through the windows as they drove, moistening her skin in an excited sweat. Jenny soon realized they were driving into town. She noticed a greater concentration of people walking around, all taking in the gorgeous weather. Her nipples hardened, scared to ask John what his next dare was.

Soon they pulled into the mall parking lot. John found a space and turned off the engine, instructing his mother to get out of the car. Taking a nerve-steadying breath, she followed his command. John directed her by his side as they walked towards the exit. To Jenny’s surprise the exit led to the front of the mall rather than inside. The front of the mall faced a large open park. The heat beat down on the lush green grass, where people sunbathed and relaxed. There were a good few dozen couples in the park. John quickly scanned for children, and was relieved to see there were none around. He took his mother’s hand and guided her over to an empty patch of grass surrounded by other people. Jenny only now noticed the towel and sun lotion under her son’s arm. He laid the large towel on the grass. Jenny went to sit on it.

“I didn’t say to do anything yet.” John teased. Jenny put her hands behind her back and swayed, pretending to be like a child who had been told off.

“Sorry, sir.” She gave sly smile, trying to look serious. John inspected his surroundings.

“Look around, mom,” he began, “Look at all these people. All these eyes can see you.” Jenny looked at the people surrounding them, who seemed to take little interest in them at the moment.

“Imagine all those eyes probing and studying your bare skin.” John continued, “Watching single beads of sweat running down your back, so vulnerable.” Jenny felt a sticky wetness between her legs. She gently rubbed her thighs together.

“Now, I dare you to strip down to your bikini.” John spoke softly. Jenny heard, continuing to study the people around her. Slowly raising her hands, she unclasped the front of her cardigan, allowing it to fall around her heavy mounds. John could see the bikini top was too small. Her tits strained against the material and looked as though they could burst through at any moment. He helped her along by pulling the cardigan off of her shoulders. Jenny folded her arms over her breasts, suddenly feeling a splash of self consciousness.

“Come on,” encouraged John, “You’re not backing out now. You’re loving this aren’t you?” Jenny gave a forced smile. Her usual charm and carefree attitude overcome by fear and excitement. She noticed a man on the grass with his girlfriend had taken notice of her, studying her ample fleshy tits. In spite of this, her hands found her way down to her skirt. It looked easy as she slipped it down over he hips letting it crumple of the floor. Like her top, the bikini bottoms were a little small, riding up the crack of her ass, demonstrating her apple-bottom cheeks. John noted their ripeness. He really did just want to bite into them.

A number of people had now thrown her a gaze, massaging their eyes over her slender curves. John let his mother become a little wound up by all the attention, her skin ever more moistened in sweat, before he eventually letting her sit down. Jenny did so quickly. Her skin glazed in the sun. John passed her a pair of big bug-eye sunglasses which Jenny had not worn for years. He had wrapped them in the towel when they left. Jenny put them on, looking a little movie star-like.

“Cross your legs, out in front of you,” John asked. Jenny threw a look over both shoulders, noticing a few people, ısparta escort both men and women, still looking at her. Whereas everyone else who was enjoying the sun wore vests and tank tops and shorts, John’s mom showed flesh, a lot of flesh. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her legs out in front of her, crossing one over another just as instructed. She leant back on her hands, bust pushed proudly forwards, and watched John as he fired up his camera. The first image was captured. John was careful to include the dozens of people in the background. He wanted to make it look like an authentic public scenario. Jenny looked to the side, hair cascading down her shoulder. A few more clicks of the camera were heard. John stood up, circling his mother, clicking away. More people around them took interest, wondering why this young man was taking photos of what must be a model.

John pushed down on his mother’s shoulders making her lay on her side. Her top leg curled upwards, her head rested on her bent arm. Jenny tried to keep a forced smile as he began taking more photos. The pair of them began to feel the blistering heat more. Those watching them had their view slightly distorted by heat lines rising from the grass. John told his mother to lay on her front. This made her tits push against the ground and spread slightly beneath her. She rested her chin on the backs of her hands in front of her. A few more photos pushed the image counter into the thirties, and then John stopped. Smiling a little to himself, he climbed over her body putting one knee each side of her ass. Leaning down slightly, he placed his mouth close to her ear.

“Look at all the people, mom.” whispered John. He ran his fingers across her back, from top to bottom. He felt her shiver. Slowly, his fingers found their way under the thin string of the bikini top tied in a bow.

“Think about what they can see,” he continued. John slowly tugged on it making it become looser. Jenny could feel the material tickling her heat sensitive skin. Slowly the bow became smaller and smaller.

“Imagine, in front of all these people.” John grew more intense. His mother looked around sheepishly, knowing the amount of people watching her. John kept tugging until the string disappeared into the knot. Jenny swallowed. The knot pinged open, strings falling either side of her body. Jenny rested her eyes while John guided her arms out of the shoulder straps. Her back was entirely bare.

John looked down at his mother, submissive and defenseless, and then around at the surrounding men and women. Nearly everyone stared at her; the men in lust, the women in envy. John licked his lips before taking his camera again. More photos were taken. Jenny noticed a couple get up and walk towards them. Her sweat became cold. John watched them as well. They were a young couple, both pretty attractive, holding hands, and stopped a few feet from Jenny. Their gaze probed her curves and crevices. John looked up at them, grinning.

“What’s the photo shoot for?” asked the lady. Jenny was too scared to speak. She lay motionless.

“We’re increasing her profile.” John notified. They continued looking at her for a minute. The man took out a cell phone with a camera, looking at John.

“May I?” he asked. Jenny was desperate to protest, but was stifled in fright.

“Go for it.” John smiled, looking down at his mother, “make sure you get those curves. They’re her best assets, don’t you think?” The man bent down and began taking photos of her, with his girlfriend looking over his shoulder at the shots, appearing just as eager.

“You’re a lucky young man, getting to photograph such a beautiful woman.” The lady remarked, eyes fixed on Jenny, “Does the agency you work for… the models… um…”

“What?” John asked, recognizing the lady’s stuttering.

“Do the models show more than this?” the man completed, walking around Jenny. His girlfriend giggled, placing a hand on his arm. John nodded subtly, careful for his mother not to see. Quietly he bent down next to Jenny and yanked her bikini bottoms down over her ass. Her gorgeous ripe ass suddenly felt beams of sunlight. Jenny bit down hard, screwing her eyes beneath the cover of the sunglasses. The lady moaned with approval, nudging her boyfriend to take photos of the naked goddess.

Jenny wanted to hit John. Not that he had taken this too far, this was exactly the kind of terror and excitement she had felt posing for the delivery man yesterday. Sticky juice coated the very tops of her inner thighs.

“Who’s the pornstar?” a new voice came. John looked around to see a guy about his own age standing there.

“Who is she?” he asked, noticing the young couple taking photos on their phone.

“She’s a new model. A MILF.” John said with confidence. The new attendee of their little party wasted no time in getting out his own camera and began snapping away.

“Wow, great ass.” He complimented, getting low to capture the curves of her body. John stood back, grinning, watching the three of them examine his helpless mother. He noticed more people standing around them, but not approaching. Just watching what they assumed was a nudie magazine shoot. The young man reached out his hand and placed it on Jenny’s round ass. He gave a firm squeeze, then a quick slap which left a white handprint on her cheek. Jenny screamed.

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I would like to thank Wickedinside, for all their help in editing and punctuation. Without you it would be a very rough read. Also like to thank “Alise” for being such a brilliant and willing subject for “James” to experiment on, then write about his findings. Thank you all a ton!!

*****

It was a typical Saturday morning as James awoke from an erotic dream. Looking over and seeing Alise still sound asleep, and knowing he still had some time before she awoke, James jumped out of bed. Still proud of his night’s accomplishments, and with some new ideas, he leaped in the shower to start his day. While in the shower, Alise awoke and came into the bathroom to begin washing her face. Hearing the shower running, she began to tell him all about her plans to hit the garage sales and do brunch, not knowing he had different plans of his own. As the shower stopped, she went back to washing her face, not knowing the now naked and dripping wet James was coming up right behind her.

As Alise stood back up from splashing water on her face, James grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it straight up and off her. Alise being unprepared, quickly turned and came face to face with James’ broad chest. She was not a short woman with her 5ft 8 frame; James was a tall muscular man at 6ft 5. James just as quickly had reached back down grabbing Alise’s panties, and pulled them straight down and given the order for her to step out of them. Still dazed and blurry eyed, Alise obeyed and using his wide shoulders for balance stepped out of her panties.

As James slowly rose back up he gave Alise a direct order. “Get on your knees” he said. Alise, rubbing the water out of her eyes, quickly obeyed. Slowly getting down on her knees she noticed James’ thick cock at full attention. “Grab it.” James instructed. Alise could do nothing but comply, noticing as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, the feeling of it throbbing hard. “Stroke it.” James commanded. Alise, looking up at James, slowly started to stroke his cock, then looking at her actions noticed her hand was only taking up half of James cock, and begin to reach up with her other hand to cover the whole shaft.

James seeing this, grabbed her other hand and said “No”, pushing it away at the same time. Alise, confused, was not ready when James had instructed her to open her mouth. James seeing her disobey his order, quickly grabbed Alise’s hair and forcefully yelled “Open your mouth.” Alise, startled back to her task at hand, began opening her mouth, as James’s cock was thrust in, forcing her mouth to open faster. As she had half of him in her mouth and the other half in her hand she looked up at him just as he was giving her the next task. “Suck it and stroke escort soğanlık it” he said, still holding on tight to her hair. She wrapped her lips around his cock, and slowly she got into a rhythm of stroking while sucking hard on his long thick cock.

Alise glanced up at James while accomplishing her task, noticing the look of ecstasy on his face. Along with James’s look of pleasure, Alise was then brought back to her own body as she noticed how wet her pussy was, almost to the point of it running down her leg. James, getting to the point of no return, stopped Alise, and pulled her up to her feet. He then grabbed her ass, and lifted her up on the counter top. James gave the direct order “Spread your legs, and spread your pussy.” Alise spread her legs, and with her left hand, spread her pussy wide. Feeling very exposed and vulnerable, she looked up at James and asked “Like this?”

James looked down at her wet pussy, grabbed his cock, and gently placed it at her hot, wet opening, then looked Alise directly in the eye. As they made that brief eye contact he thrust with his whole body deep inside her, slightly pushing her ass further onto the countertop. But he didn’t stop there; he then pulled completely out, just leaving the tip of his cock’s head in and repeated the thrust over and over. Alise being somewhat un-prepared for this sudden burst of energy, inhaled deeply and gave a small cry of pain at the sudden fullness. She then could do nothing more than grab the edge of the countertop and hold on to the sudden assault on her wet pussy. As James kept thrusting, she noticed her pussy seem to get even wetter and more accepting of James’ large cock and the feeling was becoming much more enjoyable.

James having almost gotten his fill of Alsie’s inviting pussy, noticed that her creamy pussy juice was just the thing he needed for his final act. He thrust in deep 1 last time then slowly pulled his wet creamy cock out and took a step back. Alise startled at his sudden stop, as she was but 1 or 2 more thrusts away from his cock throwing her over the edge to an orgasm she hadn’t realized she had been wanting. James, having taken that step back, noticed that longing desire as Alise looked at his dick, knowing then that she was but a few moments away from an orgasm, said “Don’t worry I’m not through with you yet.” He proceeded to put her legs together, grab her ass for a 2nd time, and bring her down from the countertop.

Just as her feet touched the ground, James was already turning Alise around, and started to bend her over. Alise was half standing, half clinging to the countertop as she was sure her legs would not support all her weight. Just as her chest escort esenyalı started touching the countertop, James quit pushing her down and she could feel her hair being wrapped in his hand. Even though she could feel it coming she was still unprepared for the actual pulling of her hair, while James commanded “Look into the mirror, I want you to see your face, and see me while I fuck you.” She couldn’t help but smile, as the sound of his voice seemed to make her pussy that much wetter with every word, and she could actually feel all her juices running down her leg now.

“Spread your ass.” James barked

Alise reached around with both hands and grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart, while trying to arch her back and present her very wet pussy as a sacrifice to this man’s cock. James looked at Alise’s juicy pussy just waiting to be fucked again, and noticed that her perfect little asshole, tight and still untouched, was ripe for the taking. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down Alise’s pussy, making sure his cock was well lubed with her own juices, and then placed the head right at her back door entrance.

Alise was just beginning to enjoy James’s hard shaft teasing her pussy, half expecting him to shove it in hard. She suddenly became aware to its current position. James saw the look of confusion on Alise’s face in the reflection of the mirror, and saw that as the perfect time to act on his threat. James slowly started to put pressure on her asshole, Alise feeling this, widened her eyes and she made a peculiar “O” shape with her mouth. She could feel his big hard cock slowly pressing, and yet her asshole would not give way and just accept him, no matter how much she wanted it to. The pressure kept mounting, and mounting, and Alise was expecting at any moment that her asshole would just open up and swallow his cock whole.

Just when she couldn’t stand it any longer, her asshole finally gave way, and she began to realize James’ actual cock size and thought it was too big to keep going. James didn’t stop pushing though, and Alise was stuck with her wide eyes and “O” face as she felt each and every inch of James’ 8 inch cock, slowly expand her asshole. Finally Alise could feel James against her and knew she had all of him in her, and was waiting for the new sensation of the pull out, but James had stopped and was looking at her in the mirror. She suddenly became very aware of her own reflection, and closed her mouth and eyes in embarrassment, just to hear James chuckle and say “That was my face, only meant for me to see, and only meant for me to treasure.” She opened her eyes to look at his reflection and nodded in agreement, escort güzelyalı still being unable to talk with all of James in her, but realizing that was their secret from now on.

James decided then not to pull out, but slowly start to rotate his hips in a clockwise fashion, to help Alise become more comfortable with him inside and loosen her up for what was yet to come. Alise felt his cock start to make big circles in her ass, and didn’t know what to make of it other than it felt so good, like James’ cock was dancing in her ass just for her. After a few circles clockwise James stopped and then went counter clockwise, which then seemed to send a new shiver up Alise’s back. James started slowing down his rotation and then stopped. He then started to pull out, slightly faster than his push in. Alise wasn’t ready for this new sensation to end, and tried to push James back into her.

James screamed “Stop”

Then James proceeded to exit Alise’s ass, which had become much more cooperative with James’ girth and size. Slowly James started his thrusting again, and with each in and out he would pick up the pace. Alise was just starting to feel James’ balls slap against her wet pussy, when that familiar sensation started to build up inside of her. Alise knew she was but a few more thrusts away, and she was going to cum. She could feel the buildup of this one and knew it wasn’t just a normal orgasm. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop it, and doubted even if James stopped fucking her ass, that that would even halt its progress. She couldn’t stand it any longer, and she just let loose, and James was just hard thrusting into her ass. It started as a small roar but just as fast became a tremble that shook her to the core. She could feel her pussy dripping, as James’ balls slapped it. She could feel her asshole grab James’ cock as he was thrusting, which made her start cumming again, which just added onto her current orgasm, shaking her that much harder.

James, who had slowly started to feel his own orgasm coming, did not want to stop it or slow it down, and started thrusting faster and harder, as it built up. Then as Alise’s orgasm hit, and her asshole grabbed his cock, that little extra tightness threw him over the edge. He gave one last thrust, shoving his cock as far inside Alise’s tight asshole as he could, and started depositing his cum deep inside her. With each wave of orgasm he could feel his cock shoot another load of his hot sperm deeper inside Alise. Out of breath and cum, James stood back and admired his handiwork. Alise bent over the sink, pussy dripping from her own juices, her asshole beginning to have James’s cum slowly run out and down to mix with hers. James, satisfied, slapped Alise’s ass and said “The shower is free”. Alise, wanting to catch her breath, and store this memory in a special place inside her head, could only mumble a very low “Thanks” and collapsed to the ground thinking how dirty she was, but how very very right it all felt, and she couldn’t do anything but wonder what was in store for next time.

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“Oh my god!” a female voice said.

Startled, Kyle covered his business with his hands. He had padded naked into the kitchen and to the refrigerator.

“What the… Are you Rajan’s cousin?”

“Yes. I guess you’re Kyle,” the woman said in her lovely Indian accent.

The woman sat on the sofa, holding her hand in front of her eyes. Her spreading fingers didn’t quite hide the sight of him. Apparently because of the mix-up she’d used a cushion as a pillow and her jacket as a blanket.

“Yeah, but I thought you weren’t coming till Thursday night.”

“I told Rajan repeatedly I was arriving Tuesday night!” she said with exasperation.

“No, he told me Thursday. And I expected a guy.”

“I’m not a guy,” Lakshmi said. “But you definitely are.”

Kyle had no idea that Rajan’s cousin was a woman. Not only that, she looked like a Bollywood actress. Despite being messy, her hair was long, thick, and shiny. The skin on her pretty face was radiant, and she had a knockout figure.

Kyle stared blankly at the wall for a moment. It was possible that Rajan had said Thursday, but because of his accent Kyle hadn’t heard him right.

“Well, you’re here. And you found the place okay. Did you have any trouble getting in?” he asked.

“No, Rajan mailed me his key to the lockbox, so all I had to do was open the doors with the key in there.”

“I didn’t even hear you come in!”

“Sorry to surprise you,” Lakshmi said. “I’m not surprised if Rajan told you the wrong day. He’s so absent-minded. Anyway, I decided to sleep on the couch rather than find my way in the dark to my cousin’s bedroom.”

“No problem. If I’d known you would be here Tuesday I’d have left a light on,” he said. “Well, seeing as how you’re here, I’d better get decent. I’ll shower before breakfast.”

“Yes, I think you should!” Lakshmi said with a musical laugh. “Get decent, I mean.”

He retreated the way he’d come, leaving Lakshmi with a view of his bare butt as he walked away.

Rajan hadn’t told him that his cousin was a gorgeous woman. But why would he? Rajan had said it was okay for Lakshmi to stay at his and Kyle’s apartment for a few days. She’d arrived from India and had some interviews lined up. It had worked out well, because Rajan had flown to Texas to visit his brother. Lakshmi had been to the US before and spoke almost perfect, though accented, English.

Nothing more was said about the awkward introduction. Later that day, Lakshmi rented a car and took care of some business. Thursday she drove around San Bruno to get the feel of the city. She also drove by the company where her interview was.

Kyle, trying to be a good host, took Lakshmi to a local Indian restaurant Friday night. She said the food was decent. Then they returned to Kyle’s apartment and talked and played video games.

Later that night, Kyle was startled to find someone climbing into bed with him.

“Huh! What the f…” he began.

“Sh, it’s me, no need to vipsevgilim.com be afraid,” said a soft, heavily accented female voice.

A finger was placed over his lips. He could smell a woman’s perfume.

“Lakshmi?” Kyle asked.

“Of course! Who else would it be?”

“But, what…” he began again.

“Sh,” Lakshmi said, and then she replaced her finger with her lips.

She moved until she lay with the upper part of her body on his. Succumbing to her womanly charms, Kyle relaxed and responded to her kisses. Her lips were full and sweet as she took light pecks at his. As he responded more confidently, so did Lakshmi. Soon her tongue began to explore his mouth, her breath echoing tantalizingly in his ears.

He felt her soft hand on his bare chest, and his responses quickened as she slid it down underneath the waistband of his pajamas. Her hand felt cool as it touched his warm, growing cock.

“Mm, nice,” Lakshmi moaned into Kyle’s mouth.

“The Basket” – The man sits with one leg stretched out and the other leg bent at the knee to help him balance. The woman sits on his lap. While she can control most of the movement, he also has some control with his hands on her hips. He is also in the ideal position to kiss and suck her nipples while having sex.

Kyle reached around her and placed his hand on her back between her shoulders. He shouldn’t have felt this comfortable and relaxed in bed with his roommate’s cousin. But he did. It wasn’t him, it was her. He thought it was because she wasn’t of European descent, and therefore had a more relaxed attitude to sex.

Lakshmi’s hand stroked his cock, which was fully hard. She pulled back the sheets gracefully, and then pulled his pajama bottoms down.

“Lovely. Like alabaster in the moonlight,” she said, looking down at his package.

Next thing Kyle knew, his rod was enveloped in her silky wet mouth. He moaned, and rolled his head in disbelief. This was a dream, right? Any minute now he’d wake up and find himself alone in his bed.

Lakshmi pulled her hips and legs around so they were next to his head.

“Feel me. I’m so wet,” she said, slipping his dick from her mouth for a moment.

Kyle lifted her kimono. It was longer than a kimono, and made of a silky material. His hand found its way between her legs. A furry thatch of hair greeted his fingers, which slipped easily into her wetness. After fingering her for a few minutes, he moved his hand to her clit. Her fleshy nub became harder as he stroked and rubbed it.

“I want more!” Lakshmi said, re-arranging herself so her cunt came down on his face.

Lakshmi’s pussy tasted sweet and pungent, and licking along her folds made her wetter. She resumed sucking his dick. Kyle lapped at her clit, which made her moan loudly around his cock.

Kyle thought he was in heaven with her creamy thighs around his head. His licking inflamed her passion, so that she moved faster and more urgently biristanbulmasali.com than before. Kyle moaned at the skill she showed in her going down on him.

“Please. I want to be inside you,” he said.

“I want you inside me-real bad,” Lakshmi said as she moved off of him. “Do you want to try a position from the Kama Sutra? I really get off on it, and it’ll make you last longer.”

If it weren’t for the pussy juice on his face, Kyle would have again thought he was dreaming. Lakshmi took off her kimono.

“Yeah! How do we do it?”

“It’s called ‘The Basket,’ and you hold me like a basket as I face you. Sit on the bed with your back to the headboard.”

Kyle followed her instructions.

“Now stick one leg out, and bend the other knee in. Great, now I’ll sit in your lap.”

Lakshmi took her time with this, needing to align her sheath with his pole. In a moment she slid down onto his rod. Kyle felt his cock enter her spongy, wet interior, felt it envelop him.

“Oh my god, you feel so good,” Kyle moaned.

“It’s good, isn’t it? Now let me move on top of you. You can hold my hips-and even suck my tits while I move.”

Lakshmi slid up and down on his cock. Taking a break, she drove him deep and ground down on it while looking into his eyes. Her dark eyes burned with a fire as she did this, looking into his blue eyes. He took one of her dark brown nipples into his mouth and sucked it. Lakshmi moaned, and returned to the sliding afer a few minutes of this. Kyle noticed her pussy had gotten wetter, and he slipped back and forth easily.

Again she ground down, her pussy juice seeping out around the base of his cock. Unable to focus on sucking her nipple, he flicked it with his tongue. Lakshmi wrapped her arms around his shoulders, held on, and ground down hard.

“I’m close,” Kyle gasped after a minute.

“Put your arms around me and let it fly, baby. It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” she said. Her voice sounded frantic, she was so turned on.

Kyle didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, feeling his cum bubble to the surface like lava.He grabbed Lakshmi tighter and pulled her onto him.

His white-hot lava spewed into her depths with a fury as he cried out, groaning.

Lakshmi shut her eyes tightly, and her mouth opened in a large “O” as she felt the flood fill her cavern.

“Aaagh! Oh, yeah! Oh yeah, baby, so good! So good!” she cried in a high-pitched voice.

They sat together in the same position, panting, their chests heaving. Kyle felt a small flood of liquid oozing from her pussy and into his crotch. His dick was shrinking, and then he slipped out of her.

“Oh, so sad! I wanted you inside me all night,” Lakshmi said.

“I wish I could,” Kyle replied. “But there’s tomorrow morning,” he grinned.

“And my cousin won’t be here for a few days,” Lakshmi added with a smile. “Well, time to dismount. I couldn’t manitam.net stay in this position all night anyway.”

She moved from off his lap and stood up. Then she mopped up their combined fluids from her pussy with a corner of the sheet. She lay back down on the bed next to Kyle, who had stretched out onto his back, and faced him. He felt her caress his chest, then place her soft hand on it.

“I’m going to have to do some research into that book,” Kyle said.

“Oh, the Kama Sutra! Yes, there are a lot of great positions in there, and good ideas. But for some of the positions you have to be real limber and athletic!”

They were quiet for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“I lost quite a lot of those little guys,” Kyle said dreamily.

“You did! Some of them are still leaking from me. That was quite the load. You must be tired after cumming so much.”

“Mm,” Kyle said.

…

Kyle awoke in the morning feeling Lakshmi’s naked body spooning his.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” she asked in her exquisitely soft accented voice.

“Solidly. I had a wonderful sleep. How about you?” he asked.

“Pretty well. I kept waking up though, wanting to climb on top of you again.”

Kyle was quiet for a moment, wondering what could have lit this exotic woman’s desire for him.

“So, I’m curious. What made you come into my bed last night?”

“Hm. How about I tell you when my cousin comes home?” Lakshmi asked.

“Huh. Okay.”

“Right now, I’m going to climb on top of you and fuck you until you can’t even see straight.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Kyle asked.

“Both,” she said with a grin, rolling him over onto his back.

They made love the next three nights.

Rajan returned on Wednesday. Kyle kiddingly chided him for not telling him that his cousin was a stunning woman.

“Oh, I didn’t? She’s something, isn’t she? Sometimes I’m sorry she’s my cousin,” Rajan said.

Kyle grinned at that.

He never slept with Lakshmi again during her stay at his and Rajan’s apartment, but that night he had a moment alone with her in the kitchen.

“Hey, remember you said you’d tell me why you climbed into my bed?” Kyle asked her.

Lakshmi took his hand and smiled.

“You didn’t have a good time?”

“Of course I did! I had a fantastic time. But why?”

“Because I have an attraction to blond guys-you Vikings and your proud spears,” she said, accenting the second syllable in Vikings.

Kyle made a short laughing sound as he grinned at her.

“That’s all it was? I guess blonds are rare in India.”

“Yeah,” Lakshmi said, as if it were obvious. “Besides, it turns out you’re a nice guy, with a good sense of humor. I wouldn’t have touched you the morning after the first, if you weren’t.”

“Too bad we had only a few days.”

“Who says we have only a few days? I told you, my interview went well. If I get the job I’ll be moving here, and we can explore more of the Kama Sutra,” she said, her dark eyes twinkling.

“Oh! Then I’ll see who I should talk to in the hiring department there,” Kyle said with a smile. “Put a good word in for you.”

Lakshmi’s musical laughter bubbled through the kitchen like a babbling brook.

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

*

“Suck it, baby…suck daddy’s great big cock!”

Jake tossed his head back, grunting loudly as cum erupted from the end of his dick.

“Shit!” He cursed as he gazed down at his computer—cum was everywhere. On the monitor, a porn actress, her dark hair in pigtails—even though she appeared to be at least thirty—was on her knees in front of a grey-haired man, who was busily thrusting his cock deep into her mouth while he urged her to suck harder.

Sighing, Jake turned off his computer and stood, using tissues to mop up the mess he’d made.

Wadding them, he tossed the tissues in the trashcan before heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Really, he thought, who hires these actresses? This one had obviously left her teen years more than a decade ago, with a hard look about her that was neither youthful nor appealing. Still, the fantasy was hot and it got him off big-time.

He soaped his body up, saving his cock for last. Once, a couple of years ago, he’d come across a porn clip that had a girl in it that looked very much like his own daughter with pale skin, pink cheeks, wavy blonde hair that fell below her shoulders and sky-blue eyes. The best had been her small, perfect tits and perfectly smooth pussy. Jesus, he’d come to that clip hundreds of times before accidentally deleting it during a hard-drive reformat; he’d never found it again although he’d searched online for months.

He wondered what his daughter, Emily, would say if she knew dear old dad sometimes liked to imagine himself laying on top of her while pounding her tender pussy with jackhammer thrusts until they both came in ecstatic joy.

Probably that he was a pervert, right before she called Child Protective Services.

He soaped his cock, hardening slightly as his hand moved on his shaft, thoughts of his daughter still in his head. Shit, he really was a pervert, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensations.

“Yeah, baby, just like that…stroke Daddy’s cock the way he likes,” speaking softly, imagining his daughter’s hand on him.

Emily was the love of his life and had been from the day she’d come into this world. He’d never had any sexual interest in her when she was younger but lately, since she’d turned eighteen and his wife had left him, leaving just him and Emily alone in the house, things had changed—at least for him.

She was a beautiful girl, with perky breasts, tipped with pretty pink nipples and a bald pussy—something he’d learned when he’d accidentally walked into her room without knocking and found her changing clothes. She’d screamed at him to get out but it was too late, the image of her naked body was seared into his memory and had served as masturbatory fodder for the past five months—like now.

His hand moved faster on his cock, thrusting into his soapy fist, imagining it was his daughter’s tight sheath he was fucking.

“Jesus, baby…that feels good,” hips jerking hard.

Home from classes, Emily opened the back door and tossed her backpack on the kitchen counter.

“Dad, I’m home!” she called out, but when there was no answer, she grabbed a soft drink from the fridge, drinking it down quickly. Tossing the empty can in the recycling bin, she picked up her backpack and headed upstairs to her room, figuring her dad was out running errands. Once in her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower only to remember she’d used the last of the shower gel yesterday. Rolling her eyes, she slipped into her robe and hurried down to Daddy’s bedroom, planning to steal the bottle from his own bathroom. As she entered his bedroom, she noticed his bathroom door was slightly ajar but it wasn’t until she was practically at the threshold that she heard the shower running, indicating he was home. Backing up to leave, she was brought to a dead stop as she heard him speak.

“Yeah baby, fuck daddy’s cock…he needs your pussy so badly.”

Although the words were softly spoken, Emily could hear them as clearly as though she was standing in the bathroom with him. Who was Daddy having sex with? And why was he referring to himself as Daddy to whomever this…this…sugar baby was? She was surprised how angry she felt to think of some other girl calling her father “Daddy.” There was only one person allowed to call him Daddy and that was her! Sneaking closer, she stood quietly by the door, trying to figure out who was with her father.

“God yes…you feel so good on Daddy’s dick…take it, Emily…take it all!” Jake’s hand slammed against his body as he jacked himself, getting closer to cumming. His body tensed as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls.

Emily’s eyes went big as she heard him speak. Was Daddy imagining he was fucking her? No, that couldn’t be true…there had to be another girl in there, one with the same name as herself.

Peeking into the bathroom, izmir escort she found her father totally alone in the glass-encased shower, whipping his hand up and down his cock…his huge cock.

“Jesus! I’m cumming, baby…cumming deep in your little pussy!” His hips jerked as he came hard, squirting his seed in long ropy strands that landed on the tiled wall. Shuddering, weak-kneed, he propped his hand against the wall to hold himself up. “Fuck, that was good!”

Emily quickly backed up, returning to her bedroom. Once there, she closed the door, sitting on the edge of her bed, completely shocked by what she’d seen and heard. Her dad fantasized about fucking her?

She’d never seen a guy cum before and was surprised by how erotic it had been to watch it shooting from the tip of her daddy’s cock. Without even thinking, her finger wormed inside her robe and down between her thighs, finding her clit. She began to rub as she lay back on the bed, her feet hanging over the side, thighs parted. One hand rose to knead her breast, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, imagining it was Daddy who did that with his mouth and teeth. She was so wet…so excited, rubbing frantically between her legs as she closed her eyes, remembering what she’d seen. Her daddy’s cock was so big…so long…so thick…and the way he’d stroked it as he called out her name—he’d actually cum thinking of her!

Her fingers rubbed faster, hips grinding on the bed, cheeks pink with color.

“Fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me!” As she said the words, she pumped her finger into her sodden hole, imagining it was her daddy’s cock that slammed deep and hard inside—only it wasn’t. Her finger couldn’t compare to her daddy’s big dick.

“Omigod!” she whined, feeling a rush of pleasure flood her body. “I’m cumming, daddy!” squealing softly as she plunged her finger as deep as it would go, thighs clamped tightly shut, body tense and arched as her pussy convulsed with hard, sharp contractions. When finished cumming, she slumped back onto the bed, legs spread lewdly wide, a sheen of girly juices on her pink, silky folds.

Outside his daughter’s bedroom door, Jake removed his eye from the keyhole he’d been peeking through and slowly straightened. Shit! Did he just see what he thought he had? Hell yes, he had! If he hadn’t cum twice already, he’d be in her room and in her little pussy right now. He made his way back to his bedroom, deep in thought.

He loved his daughter, the way a father should—but something in his feelings had shifted once he’d divorced Emily’s mother, because he’d discovered she’d been cheating on him. At first, he hadn’t dated because he had Emily’s feelings to consider—it was hard enough knowing her mom had been slutting around town with a number of men without him bringing women home. Besides, his work kept him busy which didn’t leave a lot a time to meet women, except for an occasional hook-up, so watching internet porn and using his hand had to do for now.

Only he wanted more than porn and his hand so, slowly over time, he’d started to fantasize about Emily, imagine him fucking her the way a woman should be fucked and best of all, imagining her absolutely loving it.

He was grateful she’d chosen him over her mother, but then she’d always been a daddy’s girl…his precious little princess…and that would never change, regardless of what might between them in the future.

In his bedroom, he tried to decide what to do next. Was he actually considering making his daughter a sexual partner? In his mind, she was perfection: perfect body, perfect face, perfect breasts, perfect ass. He’d be willing to bet she had the perfect pussy too—tight and gripping. But did he really want to find out? Fantasy was one thing—reality, another.

Hell yes, he wanted to find out! Even now, his cock was coming to life again at just the thought of drilling deep inside his daughter’s pussy.

He didn’t want to force her into anything—that wasn’t his style; besides, he loved Emily—but what if he could get her to voluntarily fuck him? While force wasn’t his thing, persuasion was more than permissible and he was a good salesman. Hell, that was his job. His cock gave a slight jerk, as though nodding its head ‘yes’ to his plan.

He grinned. Okay, persuasion, it was—now to come up with a plan.

The next day found Jake making his rounds to various clients. He was a sales consultant to several large companies in town—which meant he worked out of his home office a great deal of the time—but not today. His schedule was booked throughout the day so he’d told Emily at breakfast they’d go out to dinner when he returned home.

After she’d left for classes, he’d pulled up one of his favorite daddy/daughter porn movies, leaving it running on his computer before he left the house…carefully looped…so, hopefully, she’d find it when she came home. That was the first step of his plan—letting her kahramanmaraş escort know he had an interest in that sort of sexual fantasy—and might be willing to turn fantasy into reality.

She obviously had similar fantasies, judging from what he’d seen through the keyhole of her bedroom door yesterday, when she called out his name as she came. He was curious about what had put that fantasy into her head—hopefully, he’d find out soon…preferably when he was on top of her, fucking the shit out of her tight little sheath.

With that optimistic thought in mind, he headed out the door.

************

The school day had been a long one and Emily couldn’t wait to get home and lock herself in her bedroom. All day long, her pussy had throbbed and drooled juices as she remembered the look on her daddy’s face when he came in the shower, yelling out her name. She needed to cum badly, planning to play with her pussy before she did anything else once she got home.

She pulled her car into the driveway, quickly bringing it to a stop. She practically ran into the house, calling out her dad’s name before remembering he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours—perfect, because it gave her plenty of time to take care of her needy pussy.

Running lightly up the steps to the second floor, she paused when she heard voices coming from Daddy’s office. Had daddy come home early? Making her way down the hall, she pushed the door to his office open but found it empty, the voices coming from his computer. Realizing it was only something he’d left mistakenly running before leaving this morning, she turned to head back to her room. She had taken only a few steps when a bit of dialogue stopped her dead in her tracks.

“What a good girl you are! You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? Love to fuck it and suck it? And daddy loves that pretty pink pussy of yours. Spread your legs, honey…daddy needs to cum so badly.”

WTF? Emily hurried to the computer, staring at the screen. On it, a man was fucking a young girl on the kitchen table, her thighs spread wide as he thrust into her, grunting like an animal on top of her. The girl looked a little like herself, only her hair was red. She realized Daddy must have been watching this before he left the house, forgetting to turn it off.

So this is the sort of porn he enjoyed watching? When he watched, did he imagine himself doing these things to her own pussy?

She could feel her juices sliding down to dampen the crotch of her panties at the thought of her daddy fucking her the way this man was doing his daughter. Sitting in Daddy’s chair, she reached under her skirt to slip her panties down to her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She found her clit and began to rub. God, this was hot…watching a father and his daughter fucking onscreen, wondering if they were really related or just actors. Pulling her top and bra off, she squeezed her breasts roughly while her fingers continued to rub her slippery nub.

“Daddy…” she whispered, “I need you in me so badly.”

Jake stood frozen in the doorway as he heard his daughter’s words. His last meeting had been canceled so he’d gotten home earlier than expected. Entering the house quietly, in hopes of catching Emily playing with herself again, he still hadn’t expected to find her in his office watching the porn clip he’d left playing. He’d hoped she’d find it and realize he was open to this sort of sexual activity but actually finding her in his chair, her hand working frantically between her legs, was an unexpected bonus.

His cock hardened as he watched his baby girl playing with her pussy, hearing the wet sounds her finger made as it pumped her slit.

Emily thrust her finger deep into her hole before adding a second, then a third. She placed the soles of her feet on the edge of daddy’s desk, knees wide apart as she pumped deep, her eyes never leaving the action on the screen.

“I wish it was you in my pussy, daddy…I wish it was you fucking my little hole hard like this man.”

Quietly, Jake approached Emily, wanting to get right behind her before revealing his presence. He looked down, watching her firm breasts bouncing in time with the movements of her fingers as she cunt-fucked herself.

He wrapped his hand around her body, pinning her to the chair, while his other hand snaked down her body, pushing her own hand aside so he could cup her smooth mound with his own.

“It can be, baby,” said Jake. “Let Daddy help you.”

“Daddy!” Emily shrieked, horrified to know her dad had not only caught her watching this porn but with her own fingers buried in her pussy at the same time. Her face flushed with humiliation as she tried to get away, wanting to run back to her room and hide but his arm around her tightened, holding her in place.

“Shh…it’s okay, baby. Daddy likes to see you enjoying yourself—and to find out you like the same sort of videos he manavgat escort does.” He leaned down, his hand still cupping her pussy as his lips latched onto hers. He kissed her deeply, feeling her body frozen in shock. Any minute, she might come to her senses and push him away, so he had to act quickly. Still kissing her, he inserted his own finger into her little hole, pumping deeply while letting his thumb graze her clit with each thrust. He captured the moan of pleasure she made in his mouth, noting the way her hips jerked up to meet the inward thrust of his finger. A sense of elation filled him, knowing in that instant, he had her.

As Emily’s feeling of shock subsided, pleasure moved swiftly to take its place. She kissed her father back, tentatively at first, but soon with increasing passion as his fingers stirred her up. She gave a soft whimper as his fingers slid from her pussy, but realized it was only to remove her clothing, and then his. When they were both naked, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her down to his bedroom to lay her gently on the bed. She stared at him wide-eyed as he got into bed next to her.

“Daddy?”

“It’s okay, princess…this is about love, not just sex. Daddy needs you so badly…more than you know.” He took Emily’s hand and placed it on his cock, moving it up and down. “Stroke daddy like this…make me really hard.”

Emily obediently did as her father asked, eyes staring at his thick shaft. It was so hot in her hand, veins springing up, the head reddening. “Can I taste it, Daddy?” Weird, she’d never sucked a guy’s cock before but watching the girl in that porno do it to her daddy…and seeing her own Dad’s gorgeous cock…actually had her mouth watering.

Jake groaned at his daughter’s question. “Yes, baby…take daddy’s cock in your precious mouth.” He lay back on the bed as she got between his legs, feeling her dainty fingers on his shaft. Holy fuck, it felt good! As he watched her parted lips move closer to his cock, he knew it was about to get even better.

“Lick the head, sweetie…mmm, yes, just like that,” groaning with pleasure as her pink tongue slid wetly over his cock, like it was the most delicious lollipop in the world. “Put it in your mouth, baby…suck daddy’s big cock.”

Emily took him into her hot, wet mouth, tongue busily scrubbing the sensitive spot beneath the head, as she started to suck.

“That feels great, princess!” Jake couldn’t believe how good it felt. She wasn’t the best cocksucker in the world…yet…but the eroticism of having his own daughter suck him, more than made up for her lack of experience.

He fucked his cock deeper, loving the feel of her slippery tongue as he thrust into her mouth. Grabbing her head with both hands, he held her tightly, keeping her seated on her cock.

The minute he thrust his cock into her mouth, something shifted in him. She wasn’t daddy’s little princess anymore; she was daddy’s little slut…the one who was going to take care of his cock from now on, the one who would make sure he never went to bed horny, the one who took his first seed of the morning. She better like cock because from now on, she was going to have one shoved deep inside one of her holes several times a day.

He heard her gag as he started to ram deep but didn’t care, pounding the back of her throat hard. He wanted to shove it down her tight gullet but didn’t want to scare her off the first time. Soon, he promised himself, he would have her trained as daddy’s perfect cocksucker. She would not only drink gallons of his cum, she would learn to love every slimy spoonful.

He could feel his orgasm approaching but wasn’t ready for it yet…he still had more things he wanted to do with his daughter. He slipped from her mouth, hearing her take a gasping breath. Grabbing her body, he hauled her up the bed, flipping her onto her back before sliding over her small body. He kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring her honeyed sweetness.

“Daddy,” Emily whimpered, feeling his weight press her into the mattress.

“Daddy loves you, baby slut…you’re so good to take care of daddy’s cock the way he needs.” He wedged his body between her thighs. Emily was a petite girl but he’d never realized how small she was until he was laying on top of her. He was a big man, in peak physical condition, and found the contrast between their sizes incredibly erotic; he practically dwarfed her.

“Daddy, I’m not sure if we should do this…”

“It’s okay, baby…I am sure. It’s what I want—and it’s what you need. Just wait, you’ll see I’m right.” He planted his cock at the entrance to her pussy, gathering up her juices. Was she still a virgin? He was about to find out.

He pushed steadily inward…hearing her tiny squeal as he met resistance…and then it was over as he surged inside, tearing the small bit of skin at the entrance of her cunt. He gave a deep groan of satisfaction as he worked himself deeper, knowing he’d been his daughter’s first.

Emily gave a soft whimper as Daddy shoved inside her pussy. Omigod, he was so big…so hard. It stung at first but didn’t so much now. She stared at his chest, having to tilt her head back to look into his face. His eyes were closed, a look of incredible satisfaction on his face so it must feel really good for him. That made her happy.

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It was another warm evening in Arrecife, Barbara and I were having a drink in the hotel bar before heading out for the night, our usual Bacardi and cokes taken in the shade by the main pool bar. I had phoned Dave earlier, I knew he was working on a big project and didn’t want him fretting about me.

“Hiya love,” he answered on the second ring, “How’s it going?”

“All good, how is work?” I asked.

“Going great ta, just about to open a bottle of wine to celebrate actually. Are you too behaving or misbehaving?” He chuckled.

“A bit of both, you’ll have to wait until I get home. I don’t want to get you bot and bothered when you are all on your own!” I laughed.

“Oh, shit you’ve got me guessing now,” he laughed. “Whatever you do have fun but be careful.”

The pips sounded.

“Love you,” I said quickly.

“You too.” Dave replied, “Can’t wait…” the call terminated.

“You two having fun then?” It was Rob and Ian, the two young men we had spoken to briefly a couple of days ago, fellow residents for the week.

We turned our heads, “Oh hiya,” Barbara answered. “Yeah, we are aren’t we Jane.” “It’s been good so far anyway.” I added.

“What have you two been up to?” Barbara queried giggling, “Or maybe not, I’m not sure we need to know!” More giggling.

The two young men just laughed. “So where are you heading to?” Rob, the taller of the two asked.

“That gay bar in between the clubs,” Barbara volunteered cheerily, “we love it there don’t we Jane?” She nudged me. “Oh yes, it ticks the boxes!” I said, maybe a bit too quickly.

Barbara went to get us two another drink, I could hear Rob and Ian talking and I turned a little to listen…”Fucking shame that mate, I know they are older but have you seen the tits on Jane and that Barbara looks fit as well.” It was Ian, his voice was deep and no doubt carried further than he thought. Rob replied, “Yeah mate old but gold, let’s set off out mate, see what the night brings.” They finished their drinks and left. Their voices were northern maybe Cumbrian from what I could recall from holidays up there.

When Barbara returned with the drinks, I told her what I had heard. She laughed, “Fucking hell they have us down as lesbians now what was I thinking of.” She laughed, “I’ll never get fucked at this rate!”

“That’s not what we are here for Barbara, is it?” I said. She put her hand on mine, picked up my hand and kissed it. “No, it isn’t and thank you Jane.” She had found her husband having sex with their daughter’s 17yr old friend. The divorce had been messy and hurtful, I had been there for her, then and now.

“Mind you I wouldn’t mind a stiff cock up me sometime soon.” She whispered. “You have Dave, what we share is special, but a good hard cock would be nice.”

“Are you thinking of those two?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink and looking at her. “Surely they are not interested in us, they will be shagging their way around the young easy prey. They are good looking lads, not hard up enough for us oldies.”

“Fuck off we are not old,” Barbara replied draining her drink. “Come on let’s go party!” she said, getting to her feet.

I left part of my drink; they were cheap enough anyway!

We went from bar to bar, eventually making our way to our favourite one. The door staff knew us now and we went straight in.

Drinks bought and a table found, a karaoke competition was announced. I looked at Barbara, “Fancy a go?”

“Oh yes but what are we going to sing?” She asked.

“Sisters are doing it for themselves?” It jumped into my head.

“Oh shit let’s do it.” Barbara beamed.

I went to the bar and got us registered, getting two more drinks as well.

Returning to the table Barbara asked “What is our name Jane?”

“It is a daft one but I didn’t have much time, Urethra Franklin and Fannie Lennox.” I spluttered.

“Love it, love it, love it.” Barbara laughed.

After listening to several dire versions of the usual crap we were called on stage as the last act, our names alone drew a gathering clapping of hands and whistles.

We walked on hand in hand, we had checked the lyrics on our phones, the prompt screen blinked…I caught it right on cue.

“Now there was a time”

The crowd got louder with every line.

We started to walk hand in hand off the stage, “Whoa ladies.” A voice boomed out from our extravagantly clad host; he swivelled his hips towards us. “Right dearies, you two are obviously the winners!” he raised his arms to the acclaiming crowd, whistles and approving shrieks erupted.

“The prize!” He took his arm from behind his back. He held in his hand a vibrator, it was big, it was black!

“Take it then,” he squealed, “and make a speech but keep it fucking short dearies.”

I was a bit frozen to be honest, but Barbara didn’t let me down!

She seized the vibrator in one hand and held it up triumphantly, “Too right, sisters will be doing it for themselves tonight!” She shouted; she ran back to our table alongside me.

“Do escort sultanbeyli you want to try another bar?” Barbara asked. “I think we have seen the best of this one now.”

“Why not, let’s have a look anyway.” I answered, we finished our drinks. Barbara managed to fit the vibrator into her shoulder bag.

We wandered off down the main street, some nice soul sounds were thumping out into the night air at one bar, “That sounds good,” I suggested, “fancy giving it a go?”

“Yeah, why not.” Barbara replied cheerily.

With the night air chilling we opted to go inside, we located a table on the outer edge next to a wall, it was pretty crowded.

A waiter soon arrived though and we ordered our usual Bacardi and coke drinks. We gave the waiter a reasonably generous tip when the drinks arrived having sussed that is the way to get prompt service.

I looked at the tables around us, couples or mixed couples on most, on the one towards the inner part of the room were four men, twenties by their appearance. They were obviously English, their accents southern as far as I could tell.

“Cheers Jane,” Barbara said raising her drink to mine, we chinked glasses. “Cheers, looks ok in here anyway.” I answered.

The mellow tones of Marvin Gaye faded away as the track ended. The DJ in a booth in a corner of the room talked his spiel, introducing the next track. “Ladies and gentlemen…and others, in fact everybody, the wonderful Aretha Franklin and Annie Lennox and Sisters Are Doing It for Themselves.”

We just looked at one another and burst into laughter.

“Fuck me it’s fate!” Barbara giggled.

“It sure is!” I added.

As the song ended I overheard from the next table, “Fuck me lads, this place is so sad, shite music and a pair of middle-aged old slappers next to us, why don’t they play Who Let the fucking Dogs Out!” Barbara and I both looked aghast as he continued to his adoring mates, getting to his feet.

“Look at the fucking state of them, I can smell mutton and it isn’t cooked yet.” His mates cheered as he continued, “Probably like fucking the top of a wellington boot.”

I got to my feet as did Barbara, we were ready to leave rather than put up with this.

“Sit down ladies,” It was Rob with Ian at his side, “We just spotted you two and were on our way over to see if you were ok.”

He turned to the other table, moving close to the one standing. “Shut up, don’t bother drinking up just fuck off!” he said non too quietly. His voice was menacing as if he was used to this sort of stuff.

The standing guy laughed, turning to his mates, “Tough guy eh?” he motioned to them to stand, as they did they each clasped a bottle in their hands!

“Well,” he looked at Rob, “there are four of us, you might have bottle already but you’ll have more fucking bottle than you want if you don’t fuck off…and now!” he hissed.

He barely had the words out of his mouth before his nose exploded in blood, Rob’s head had hardly moved he obviously knew what he was doing. Ian was not inactive, as soon as Rob had headbutted the leader his wrist was locked on the bottle holding hand of the nearest of their aggressors. The man screamed and then fell unconscious as Ian’s big fist connected with his chin.

The other two lost their bottle, literally. They dropped the bottles, which smashed on the floor, hurled the lightweight table in our direction and ran, the bar staff were heading our way, Rob shouted at us, “Get back to the hotel, go indoors they will have the police looking for us.”

We were shocked, we did as Rob said, “Jeez that was awesome,” Barbara said as we scurried back to the hotel, heels don’t allow much speed!

Dave was a good fighter I has witnessed a few in our early days but these lads were in a different class.

Gaining the security of the hotel, we calmed a little. “I need a drink,” I said to Barbara. It was still only eleven o’clock, early for here. “Yeah, me too,” she answered. We took a table in a quiet corner of the bar.

About ten minutes later Rob and Ian strolled in, smiling. They bought drinks and headed in our direction, “Our heroes,” Barbara said as they arrived at our table, she pulled out a chair for Rob, I felt obliged to do the same for Ian.

“No problem,” Rob said, setting his beer down. Ian doing the same in between me and Barbara.

“Those wankers deserved a smacking, the other two would have got one too if they hadn’t run.” Ian said, his deep voice reminding me of what I had noted when he had spoken earlier.

“The Police are searching everywhere now, they’ll trawl the street either side of the bar with a couple of cars in each direction, if you see a blue flashing light we need to not be here.” Rob interjected.

“Should be a while though, they have a few places to check.” Ian again with his deep voice.

Barbara caught the eye of a waiter, “Two Bacardi’s with coke and…gents?” “As a thanks for looking after us?” Ian looked at Rob, “No you aren’t paying escort şerifali ladies we are, that was a small problem and easily dealt with.”

“Two Bacardi and coke and two red, two white bottles of decent wine, none of the house crap.” He added “For when the cops come.” He laughed.

The drinks arrived, the white wine in sleeves to keep them cool. Four wine glasses were distributed, me and Barbara elected to drink the white, the lads the red.

Ron did the honours of pouring the wine, “So where did you two learn to fight like that?” Barbara asked after nodding her approval after tasting her wine.

“And where are you from?” I added, “Your accents are baffling me!”

“So many questions ladies,” Rob said, “We are both from near Kirkby Lonsdale you know it?”

“I do,” I said. “Been through or rather round many times on the way to the Lake District with Dave.”

It explained the accent Kirkby Lonsdale was in Cumbria but close to the borders with both Lancashire and Yorkshire.

“Dave?” Rob enquired.

“My husband.” I smiled.

“So, you two aren’t…” Rob said embarrassed.

“Aren’t what?” I smiled.

They both chuckled, “I hope you aren’t offended ladies, but you had us fooled.” Rob said.

“We’ll let you off,” Barbara said, “So the fighting skills?”

Ian spoke up, “We are both farmers sons, farming is knackered so we joined up together, been in the marines for eight years now. We had some leave coming, spent some time back on the farms then decided on a holiday before we go back.”

“Yep, and this was a bargain,” Rob continued,” we have an apartment on the top floor, massive balcony and great views.”

“Better than ours then,” I said., “Barely room to get our feet on our balcony let alone tables or chairs.”

Ian refilled the wine glasses, “Keep an eye on the windows, when you see blue lights run for the lift.” He observed. “They won’t be long now.”

“Thanks guys,” I ventured. “Me and Barbara haven’t done anything wrong, why should we run?”

“A fun run!” Barbara offered.

I had a look round; the mood was mellow and chilled. Then the blue lights, “Grab and run,” urged Rob, “Get the bottles and glasses, floor six ladies, me and Ian will take the stairs.”

Barbara grabbed my hand and we ran to the lift together, it was already on the ground floor and the doors opened. I looked at the numbers, we were on two. “Hit six Jane,” Barbara said, her eyes full of life. I took a breath, I pressed six…

The doors opened, Rob and Ian were there waiting and grinning, not even out of breath after running up several flights of stairs. The bottles of wine clutched under their arms, the wine glasses with little visible spillage were held in their big hands.

“This way,” Rob gestured to his right, he placed some of the drinks on the floor before he dipped his hand into his pocket emerging with the key card. We walked in slowly, as he placed the drinks and glasses on a table he moved around switching lamps on and opening the doors to the balcony.

Ian similarly disposed of the glasses and bottles in his charge, impressively he seemed to know whose was whose as he offered glasses of wine to me and Barbara, he picked up what he seemed to know which was his own and walked out to the balcony, gesturing us to follow.

“The police here are muppets,” he laughed, “we did some drug smuggling work with them, thick and lazy spring to mind mate don’t they!”

“For sure, “Rob added joining us, “They will do a cursory search tonight because the bar owner has 50 euros of damage, tomorrow they won’t care.” “Have a seat ladies, please” he pulled the plastic tables out from the circular table, the parasol in the centre was furled and clipped in place.

We sat with me opposite Barbara, Rob and Ian equally so.

“So, what are you two doing here?” Rob, always the more talkative said. He looked at Barbara, “Jane is my best mate…” she faltered.

“Barbara has had a shit time, bastard of a husband and a divorce,” I took it up, “Dave agreed it would be good for me to help her have some relaxation and some sun.”

“Some more wine ladies,” Ian suggested, without giving chance for a reply he filled the depleted glasses.

The lights were twinkling around the town from our elevated view. Barbara in her own way broke the silence, “Jane heard what you two said earlier you know,” …”Earlier when?” Rob ventured.

“Like earlier round the pool bar?” Barbara giggled; I felt a flush of heat.

“Shit we are busted mate!” Ian’s voice boomed.

“Sorry ladies,” he added, “It was complimentary I hope.” His voice softening.

Rob added, “Just happy to keep you safe, sorry if we offended you, there they go,” he said gesturing at the departing blue lit police car. “We’ll be ok in the bar now.” He added.

“I’m fine here if that’s ok.” Barbara chipped in, a little bit too hastily, then added, “If you are Jane?” looking at me, her eyes telling me what she wanted me to say.

I escort söğütlüçeşme took a breath, thinking, we were enjoying the company of two good looking men, she was starved of attention. “Yeah, let’s stay up here, have we got enough wine?” I looked at the others.

Rob took charge of that, “You two deserve looking after, leave the wine with me, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

“What would your husband say if he knew you two were on a balcony with two young blokes Jane?” Ian looked at me.

“He would be fine; we allow one another a bit of space.” I smiled back.

Barbara chuckled, “Yeah, a good job.” She looked at me with a loving smile.

Rob arrived back with more wine, “It’s getting chilly out here,” he said. “Nice though, look at all the stars.”

We all looked up, millions of stars lit the sky.

As Barbara reached for her wine glass Ian put his hand on hers, “Any chance of a kiss?” his deep voice resonated in the still night air.

My friend turned her head to his, “I thought you’d never ask!” Their lips met, I knew she was a lovely kisser, her lips were full, her tongue mischievous and darting.

“And us?” Rob breathed in my ear. “Just wait, I like watching!” I said. He placed a hand on my thigh, me and Barbara both had wrap around skirts on, his hand fell between the folds of mine, on my naked inner thigh.

Ian and Barbara’s lips finally parted; their eyes locked on one another. “You kiss well, soldier boy.” Barbara’s voice was husky, and then she laughed, reached for her drink and sat back in her chair.

“Your turn Jane!” she said, taking a drink of her wine.

I looked at Rob, his dark eyes stared into mine, he was gentle, his first kiss was almost just a brushing of our lips. Then another, more urgent, more pressure, more prolonged. The next was urgent, his tongue meeting mine, darting and tasting.

“We both like watching, is it time we went indoors.” Barbara breathed.

Their apartment had one small table, two chairs and two doors, one obviously a bathroom, the other must be a bedroom.

“Probably more comfortable in here.” Rob led the way into the bedroom, pressing the light switch on his way in. “Bring the table mate.” He added.

Ian picked up the plastic table as we walked slowly in, the drinks and bottles were placed as we looked around. Rob was busy, turning on bedside lamps and then turning off the main light. He placed an arm around me as we sat on the edge of one bed, Ian mirroring his action on Barbara on the other.

“Have you got condoms?” I asked Rob, “I’m not on the pill.”

“Of course, no problem.” He answered.

“I’m ok, ever optimistic I stayed on the pill.” Barbara chimed in.

I took a hefty drink out of my wine glass and then looked at Rob, “Can you kiss me again please?” His lips met mine and we fell onto the bed, he kissed all round my neck, his fingers busy on my blouse. I swear he kissed every inch of me that he uncovered, I was almost pushing his head downwards. As he parted my blouse he gasped, my usual sheer black bra showed my nipples bulging obscenely through it. His big fingers brushed them, tingles and shudders shook through me, I clasped him for another deep kiss.

As our lips parted I glanced across at the other bed, Ian had already removed Barbara’s blouse and bra, his lips were clamped on her dark chunky nipple closest to me, he grinned across the void as he slipped his lips off that to move to the other equally stiff bud.

Microseconds…I felt my bra strap slacken, Rob had undone it…I shrugged it and my blouse off my arms and laid back, he caressed my breasts tenderly, gently. His fingertips brushed round and across my turgid nipple, his head dropped as he sucked firmly on each one alternately. “Jane they are gorgeous,” he whispered.

He kissed down my body, undoing the clip on my skirt when he reached that far, I raised my hips allowing him to push it down and off. He pulled off his tee shirt, his body was rippling with big firm muscles, his biceps were huge, his six pack clearly defined.

His lips met mine again, we were being slow and unhurried, when our lips parted I kissed his nipples, biting gently making him squirm. I carried on down his lovely toned body, touching the outline of his cock through his shorts.

His shorts were elasticated, I tugged them down as he raised his hips for me. His cock came into view, inch by inch, it was very thick and very long and veiny. I dragged his shorts down and off his legs, then knelt between his legs. I teased his thighs with my fingernails, scratching softly upwards towards his heavy balls, then on them and up and down his twitching cock.

“Oh shit that is heavenly!” he breathed.

“Oh fuck yeah, fuck me!” Barbara’s voice shrieked. I looked across the room, her and Ian were naked and her legs were clasped behind him as he slid his cock into her.

I took hold of Rob’s cock in my hand, easing the skin up over the big head and back down slowly, looking him in the eyes I slowly lowered my head, the tip of his cock touched my lips, I opened them and took as much of it into my mouth as I could.

I started a slow rhythm of sliding my lips up and down his cock, his hands gripped the loose bed sheet. “Whoa Jane, you’ll make me come with any more of that.” He pleaded.

I smiled at him, “Go ahead, I’m sure you can get it up again after a little rest!”

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Chapter 8: Mala’s Dilemma

Mala woke up refreshed the next morning. She went to the kitchen to make coffee for herself and her dad in her night dress. She thought of her dad and couldn’t help thinking about his naked form she had seen the previous night.

She shook off that image, steeled herself and came out of the kitchen with his coffee. As she reached the drawing room she found the front door being opened and her dad entering the house after his early morning walk sweating all over. She beamed at him and said:”Hello Appa” (father in Tamil).

Venkat was surprised to see her, but absolutely delighted. He approached her with a huge smile and opened his arms for her. Mala hurriedly put down the coffee cup and they both hugged.

Mala who had just shaken off his naked image was suddenly flustered and shivered involuntarily in his embrace. Venkat too felt her shiver, released her from his arms and asked her:”What’s wrong Mala? , is every thing all right? And any reason for this unannounced visit?”

Mala told him to relax, have his coffee first and then they could talk. They had their coffee in silence. She told him that she wanted to surprise him and her friend Devaki. She did have some marital problem and would explain everything later in the day.

She told her dad that she wanted to go and look up her friend Devaki and Kruthika next door and spend some time with them. Venkat told her:”Go ahead and I’ll join you later in Devaki’s house.”

She changed, went next door and surprised Devaki who was nursing Kruthika. The child was awake and happily suckling at Devaki’s milk filled breasts. When she saw Mala walking in unannounced, Devaki let out a loud hoop and delightedly welcomed her dearest friend.

Due to this Devaki’s nipple slipped out of Kruthika’s tiny mouth. Devaki laughingly put it back in the child’s mouth. Mala felt envious looking at this very homely scene.

Devaki told Mala that she was not her usual chirpy self and asked the same questions that Venkat had asked her about her visit.

Mala told her: “Yes I do have a problem with Krish which I wanted to share with you and ask your advice. Also I wanted to surprise you and my dad last night by arriving unannounced. However it was I who was surprised in the bargain seeing you and dad together in the penthouse.”

Devaki looked at Mala quizzically and said” How long did you watch us?”

Mala replied:”From start to finish.”

Devaki gestured for Mala to sit down next to her and took her hands in her own and asked her:” Is that all or you want to say or you have some thing more?”

Mala nodded her head and became highly emotional. She cleared her throat and started to narrate her marital troubles:

“You know that I have been married for more than a year. The first six months were blissful. Krish and I got along very well both temperamentally and in bed. Thereafter things started to slowly go down hill.

Krish started to spend more time out of home citing his job. His sexual activities started to wane. When we did engage in it he seemed disinterested and distracted. Since we were open with each other, I asked him about his disinterest. He was vague initially and then confessed that he was and is a gay.

He liked having sex with me and was happy during the first six months of our marriage. Thereafter he started loosing interest in me as his male lover who had gone abroad was back for good. He got married to me to keep up the appearance of a heterosexual male.

I was devastated and I told him so as it was a bolt from the blue for me. I have nothing against homosexuality. A person’s sexual preference is their own business. However this affected my sexual life. It came to a grinding halt.

We were both pretending to lead a normal life except in the bedroom. Other than his homosexuality, Krish continues to be a wonderful guy. He was liberal enough to tell me that he wouldn’t mind if I find myself a lover.

I hope he could have told me all this before the marriage and we could have gone our own ways. I had nowhere to turn to and was highly confused. I immersed myself in my work to keep highly busy so that when I returned home in the evenings I was dog tired to think only about sleep and nothing else.

This was alright for a few months. Then my craving for normal sexual life resurfaced in spite of my tiredness after work. I watched blue movies. I indulged in stimulating my self. There was never a complete satisfaction in all these self indulgence.

I reached a breaking point. I couldn’t keep things bottled up anymore. That’s the reason why I came here all of a sudden without informing you or dad. I didn’t have the courage to converse about this over the phone. Even now I am not sure whether I can tell dad all the things I narrated to you.

Then last night I saw you and dad having sex with abandon. It rekindled all my last six month’s pent up desires. Once earlier, you came home after mom’s death to console kastamonu escort and be with us at my request. I had seen you and dad making love boisterously. Dad was with his back to me and you were riding him like a horse naked below the waist.

However I saw dad fully nude for the first time only last night. I was amazed at his huge cock and I couldn’t help but compare it with Krish, the only other grown up cock I have seen, which is like a child’s. It really creamed me.

Your ability to match him stroke for stroke with your petite body was really wonderful. You feeding dad milk like a baby, the oral sex you performed on each other and the various positions in which you made love further turned me on and made me realize what I was missing. Some of it I have seen only in hard core porn sites.

I was embarrassed for spying on you both initially, but that soon turned me on mightily. Looking at you making love, I masturbated myself to climax. Later in my own bed I was once again highly aroused by thinking about my naked dad and climaxed for the second time.

I was mightily aroused last night resulting in subsequent actions. I met dad in the morning after his walk. As usual he hugged me, but this time I felt a delicious shiver trickling down my spine and pussy.

This has never happened to me before. Is it because I saw him naked? I think dad felt me shiver. He asked me if I was alright. I told him I’ll discuss with him later. I liked the feeling of being hugged by him in a non-daughterly way. I cannot wish away the fact that it aroused me considerably.

Are these feelings normal erotic arousal for a girl like me who hasn’t had sex with a male for a long time? Between last night and now I have often wondered if these feelings are incestuous. I am royally confused. You are the only person who can advice me”.

By now Kruthika had had her fill and was fast asleep with her mom’s teat in her mouth. Devaki gently put her down in the crib next to the bed where they were sitting. She turned towards Mala, embraced her and then they both sat on the bed.

It was Devaki who now started to verbalize her thoughts.

“Mala I can well understand what you are going through. Something similar happened in my life also. In my case it was Kumar who was and is least interested in sex. He is a workaholic.

So soon after our marriage, I wanted a baby so that I could keep myself busy. Here again Kumar turned out to be a disappointment. His sperm count was very low to be of any use. Karthik wouldn’t have been born but for me dragging him to fertility clinics for treatments. After Karthik’s birth my sex life turned from bad to worse.

When Karthik started going to kindergarten, I wanted another baby. It didn’t work out. I was so frustrated. That was when I came to Coimbatore to console you and your dad. Having sex with your dad was initially to pull him out of the loneliness he was in.

Slowly that turned into yearning for each other in a way neither of us anticipated. It turned into unconditional love by the time you were married. We were literally besotted with each other. If we were in the same city it became difficult for us to remain apart.

Neither of us considered this a sin or immoral. That’s why I call him by name and not uncle when we are alone. Your dad loves being called Venkat by me. For him age difference between us doesn’t exist.

Your dad is a fantastic lover. He becomes a teenager when we make love. We have no inhibitions between us. In spite of staying in different cities ardent feelings for each other didn’t diminish. It became raging in fact.

It was providence which brought me to Coimbatore in the form of Kumar wanting to shift his business here. Your dad and I were thrilled. It was doubly fortunate that Kumar, me and Karthik moved to this house next to your dad’s.

However, we had an understanding that if Kumar was in Coimbatore your dad and I won’t get together for sex. Then there was Karthik. We didn’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings by being promiscuous. Your dad got the penthouse done up and gave me a duplicate key for us to meet.

After coming here, Kumar wanted to admit Karthik in Lawrence School Lovedale in Ooty being his alma mater. I was very reluctant initially to put Karthik in boarding from such a young age. But Karthik was up to it. Once we visited the school I too was convinced.

My love life was now fabulous. However with Karthik in boarding school my feeling of loneliness became acute. Kumar’s problems still persisted. So I prayed for a second child. One day I mustered enough courage and asked your dad whether I can have his child.

He was initially taken aback. I explained Kumar’s inability to father a child. This convinced him and he agreed. But he wondered whether he was potent enough to impregnate me? We got tests done and which confirmed that he was more than capable.

Do you remember last year when your dad kayseri escort visited you? I also made a trip to Chennai to meet my parents. That was the fertile period for me and your dad and I made love like there was no tomorrow and I conceived Kruthika.

Your dad also confessed to me that he wanted another child after you were born, but because of some complications your mother couldn’t conceive. When I became pregnant with his seed he was overwhelmed. He is a fabulous guy and I wouldn’t mind having more children by him.

We were so happy when it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I made love to Kumar around the same time. Also I substituted Kumar’s sperm with your dad’s in the fertility clinic so that I getting pregnant didn’t look amiss. Eventually every one was happy”.

Mala found that every second she seemed to be learning new facts about Devaki and her dad. She realized the depth of love between her dad and her dearest friend. She too was happy for both of them.

She happily blurted out:”Therefore, de-facto Kruthika is my step sister and you are my step mom. I can now listen to what ever my mom advices.” Saying this she hugged Devaki with tears of happiness in her eyes.

Devaki told her: “My advice to you is, listen to your conscience and act accordingly. Sin and morality are chimeras. As long as you don’t hurt anybody or force yourself on anyone, I don’t consider any act sinful or wrong.

You are yearning for physical love and there is absolutely nothing wrong in having erotic thoughts even if it’s about your own dad. Since it involves another person, whether these thoughts will fructify so that you achieve sexual satisfaction is something I can’t answer for.

You will have to be your own lawyer, judge and jury. Talk to your dad and come clean. It will benefit everyone in the long run. I will the happiest person if you succeed in your endeavors”.

By now Kruthika had woken up and Devaki once again fed her milk. Mala was fascinated and she felt wistful. She wondered if she would ever become a mother and nurse a child at her breasts.

Devaki correctly read her friends thoughts and told her:”Don’t worry Mala; you have all the time in the world to become a mother. Have patience.” Mala hugged her gratefully and playfully told her:”You sound exactly like my mom.” Both of them burst out laughing breaking the somber mood.

“Both of you seem to be having a good time it looks like:” said Venkat who had entered unnoticed. He too quickly grasped the mood both the women were in. His eyes turned misty seeing the three most important females of his family together. He found a lump forming in his throat when he tried to speak again.

He quickly came to them, knelt down and took all three of them in an embrace. He showed no embarrassment in hugging half naked Devaki in front of his daughter Mala. Both the women in turn hugged him back and sat silently for a while. Mala’s melancholy mood was lightened by this gesture.

Devaki was the first to break the companionable silence. She told Venkat:”Mala has some serious marital issues which we have discussed about. During this dialogue I have confessed all about us. She wanted my advice and I have been open with her. I request you also to listen to her with an open mind as soon as possible.”

Having known Devaki intimately for the last two years, Venkat was not surprised by her talk. He nodded his head as he had a great respect for her intuitive thinking. He got up, kissed little Kruthika and Devaki and offered his hand for Mala to get up and join him.

They both took leave of Devaki and left her room. Then they had lunch at a restaurant and went for a drive. Mala narrated about her marital problems with Krish.

Venkat was terribly saddened by the news. He never imagined that Mala’s married life would end up like this. Then Mala poured her heart out as to how frustrated she was sexually without a heterosexual husband.

Venkat had led a sexually active life with his wife. After her demise providence interfered in the form of lovely Devaki, his daughter’s young friend who was keeping his libido highly active. Therefore he was able to easily empathize with his daughter on her frustration.

So he told her:” I can only offer words of comfort for now and pray that things turn out for the better. I can easily arrange for a divorce if you so wish. You are just about thirty and can easily get married again. You are a beautiful girl and getting a husband won’t be a problem.”

Mala told him:”Appa (dad in Tamil), I’ve considered this option and have rejected it. It’s going to hurt a lot of people once it becomes public. That’s why I came here to brainstorm with you and Devaki to find an alternative. My surprise visit resulted in something else altogether.”

She went on to tell her dad what she witnessed the previous night at the penthouse. Before her dad could respond she narrated her feelings and actions kıbrıs escort during the witnessing and thereafter when alone in her bed.

“So I am in a dilemma Appa. Is this erotic feeling due to being without sex for long? Or am I really attracted to you? This morning when you hugged me I was aroused and that’s why you felt me shiver in your arms” added Mala.

Having heard all this, Venkat stopped the car in a quiet place, turned in his seat and faced Mala.

He took Mala’s soft face in his hands and looked at her. He found an innocent, attractive, troubled, healthy, and sexually active young woman done in by providence. But she was also his daughter. He was greatly upset that it was the same providence which brought him and Devaki together to heights of happiness had pushed his daughter into a deep trough.

He started to address Mala:” My dear girl, I have now perfectly understood your predicament. Your ruined married life has resulted in a sexual vacuum for you. Watching Devaki and me having the time of our life has reignited all your pent up passion. I am not at all embarrassed that you witnessed it and it turned you on. There’s nothing wrong about it. It’s only natural.

Also I further feel that you are attracted to me on a sexual rebound. Given time you will definitely find a good young man to take care of your sexual needs. I therefore feel that we should sit back and give ourselves time for this adrenaline rush to subside and take it on further from there.

I am not a preacher of morality. Sexual partner should be according to a person’s preference and nothing more.”

How ever as I am your dad, your pining for me has put both of us in a big spot. You are a beautiful woman whose desires need to be satisfied. I would be lying if I deny that I am not attracted towards you physically. I am not ashamed to admit it.

But I don’t want us to rush into anything which we might regret later. That’s the father in me speaking. I don’t want you to get hurt mentally once again. You recounting all the actions in the penthouse between me and Devaki have aroused me also quite a bit. That’s the virile male in me which has responded”.

Mala looked at her dad in the eye, took hold of his strong arms and told him:” Appa, I know that you are a decisive person. I think I understand you reluctance in coming to a quick decision. I truly respect that. You have understood that my frustrations are genuine. Tell me when the time is right.”

Venkat was not surprised by Mala’s reply. He knew her to be a strong willed girl like her dear friend and now his lover Devaki. He knew that she analyzed things quickly and arrives at a fast decision.

He once again hugged her and could hear her increased heart beat. He gently kissed her on her brow and felt her stiffen. He wanted to more than comfort her there and then. But with a sigh, he let go of her, started the car and drove home.

On reaching home Mala went to her room for a nap. Venkat went next door and met Devaki who was alone with Kruthika and recounted his conversation with Mala.

Devaki found him to be composed. She realized that he had made up his mind as to what needs to be done to keep Mala happy. But she waited for him to enlighten her.

He sat next to her on the sofa, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She responded accordingly. He broke the kiss and started to tell her his thoughts on his daughter’s dilemma.

“My love, when I was down in the dumps with self pity after Kalyani’s death, you came like an angel to me one afternoon and put me back on my feet a complete man. I now find that my daughter is down in the dumps and come to me for a solution and she has decided that I am the solution.

My apprehension is neither sin nor morality. It’s just that how long I will be able to satisfy her. Also I can’t just forget you or neglect you. You are the love of my life and someone else has arrived to share it. Will I be man enough for both?”

Devaki in her forthright fashion told him:”Dear Venkat, I will answer the second question first and assure you that you are more than capable for both. As to the first query, since nothing is for ever the question of ‘how long just doesn’t arise’.

For God’s sake I am sharing something precious with my best friend in her time of need and I have no problems over that. Remember I am her de-facto step mother. It’s the least I can do.”

Venkat was overwhelmed by her generosity and broadmindedness. He told her so. Devaki hugged him and told him:”Don’t worry darling, everything will workout alright. Now go and see how you can comfort Mala” and sent Venkat home.

That evening Devaki, Kumar, Mala and Venkat had dinner together at Kumar’s place. It was like old days. Karthik’s life at Lovedale was the main topic for discussion. Kruthika was also nearby sleeping peacefully in her crib.

On completion of dinner, Venkat took leave and with Kumar went out for an after dinner stroll. Venkat thereafter returned home to his room on the first floor for the night.

After the men folk left, Mala and Devaki cleared the table and sat down to talk as there was lot of catching up to do between the friends. After a while Mala too went home for the night. Before she left, Devaki hugged her and told her:”Don’t worry my dearest friend, things will workout fine pretty soon.”

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“It’s Valentine’s Day.”

He wasn’t an angry man, or one prone to negative outbursts, but the day seemed to always bring out the bitter pessimist in him. He mildly disliked all the marketing that led up to the day, the countless sales on chocolates and flowers. He was vaguely annoyed with the amount of chick flicks that played on tv for the whole month, over and over, to get couples into the spirit. He bristled slightly with the constant love songs blaring on the radio, on every station, constant requests from one sweetie to another to celebrate whatever.

But when it came right down to it, that phrase bothered him the most. The phrase was spoken by happy people, ignorant of his own loneliness, and seemed to intone that everyone should be as happy as they were on that god-forsaken day. Every other day of the year he was calm, collected, a salt of the earth unflappable type. But on that day, when the chocolate and chick flicks and love songs came to a towering crescendo of emotion, he always felt the most alone. His wife had left him years back, almost two decades ago in fact, but somehow that day seemed to make the impossible possible; he felt his heart beat faster in agony, felt his back shiver with rejection, and felt that same dread from 18 years earlier that he would never find someone else to marry him. Valentine’s Day brought it all back and then some, and he usually decided to just sink down on the couch with a beer, find one of the rare channels playing a sports film or monster movie, and fall asleep before he could think about it too much.

He was so ingrained into his normal routine of barely checked depression that it took him quite some time to react when he walked in the door. There were flowers everywhere, small red lace decorations hanging from the rafters, and he could smell dinner cooking. The confusion only lasted a moment though, and then he realized the only person who could make the house look so friendly and so romantic at the same time: Danni.

She went to college over an hour away, but his only daughter always found time to stop by and visit. He wasn’t old enough to retire yet, not by a long shot, but he was at that comfortable point in his life where taking an impromptu sick day to spend time with his family was easily done. The surprise was more that she still found time for him, went out of her way for it. Most college girls could think of a million more things to do on a busy weekend than go home to visit their father, even if the relationship with said father had always been very close.

He walked into the kitchen slowly, still not sure what to think, and he saw his daughter sitting at the stove stirring pasta sauce. She was in her old pajamas, he saw with a smile, a cute pink set with red hearts. Her short red hair was done up in pigtails like she used to do it, and his smile broadened. He’d always loved it when she’d worn her hair like that, although looking at her from behind, the pajamas lovingly holding onto her 23 year old body, she cut a much different image than she used to. He cleared his throat softly, and she whirled around, a bright smile on her face.

“Daddy! You’re home early. I was hoping to have this ready before you came in.”

She pouted slightly, sticking out her adorable lower lip, and he laughed to himself.

“What are you doing here, princess?”

Walking over to give him a hug, she shot him another heart melting smile.

“I know Valentine’s Day is just your favorite holiday in the whole wide world, so I thought I would come over this year and make dinner for us, see if I can’t maybe change your mind about it.”

Taking her in for a big hug, smiling down at her, he felt a small pang of guilt at his earlier bitterness towards the holiday.

“Aw, angel, I’m sure you have a million other things you’d rather do on Valentine’s Day than sit here at home with your old man.”

Still holding onto him, she backed her head up to look into his eyes, an odd expression flitting over her eyes.

“Nope. Why, you don’t have a hot date or ‘nuthin, do you?”

Wait, that look, was it jealousy? He shook his head, both to clear the thought and to answer no to her question. Her smile returned and she laid a quick kiss on his cheek before skipping back over to stir the sauce.

“Good,” she said. “I want you all to myself tonight.”

***

The dinner was lovely, after he had added a few spices. Danni was a beautifully smart girl, well on her way to a micro-biology degree, but cooking was not one of her fortes. They sat on the couch, her nestled up against his large frame, making fun of all the romantic comedies that peppered the stations. Her small laughter was contagious and he already felt the yearly Valentine’s day bitterness start to ebb out of him.

“I have one more surprise,” she said suddenly, slowly, as if she had been trying to work up the courage to say it for a long while.

He smiled and gave her another quick kiss on the head, squeezing her.

“This has been more than enough honey. şişli escort You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”

Danni bit her lip, looking down, then back up at him.

“Well, the surprise isn’t completely for you. It’s something I want to. Something I’ve wanted.”

He looked at her puzzled, but a small worm had started to crawl up from inside his belly. Inexplicably, the side of his chest where he chest nuzzled felt electric, tingling. It wasn’t a completely unpleasant feeling.

“Anything for you, angel. Especially after this gorgeous meal.”

She smiled at him again, eyes sinking back down to the couch, and then she stood up. Walking briskly, she turned off the tv and exited the room.

Not sure if he was supposed to follow or wait, he decided on the passive and sat very still on the couch. He hoped she hadn’t gotten him anything expensive. Although his savings were more than able to pay for her school and living expenses, she still insisted on having a job, much to his continued chagrin. His insistence that she should concentrate fully on school were usually just waved off though, usually with a quip about needing “Daddy present money”. Her gifts usually slid towards the more expensive though, and he hoped that wasn’t the case here. He didn’t want the night to be sullied by their usual exchange trying to convince her to return it, and buy herself something.

His thoughts jarred slightly as he heard music come on from the other room. It was low, just enough to hear, but he could make out the romantic nature from here. The lights still dim from watching movies, he suddenly felt a slight twinge of doubt.

She came back quietly, her pajamas rustling slightly, and kissed him quickly. Absently he noted that his first estimation had been right: she must have been working up the courage for this all night. Caught off guard, he did nothing, just felt her body sink into his as she slipped into his lap. Her small hands were tangled in his hair, tracing patterns there, and his breath caught in his throat. The heady taste of the red wine she’d had at dinner entered his mouth, her soft lips carrying it to him, and he felt her tongue slip out of her mouth and lightly brush across his lips. Slowly, she pulled back, and he saw uncertainty as clear as day painted across her face in broad strokes.

“Daddy…?” she whispered, soft.

He was silent, felt his mind strain into his chest for words, but none would come. He could acknowledge that there had always been sexual tension between them, he forced himself to acknowledge it now, but he had never known she had felt this strongly about it. But this was his little girl, his angel, and he didn’t want to do this to her, to corrupt her, to be like all those sad stories he saw on the news. He found his words, and would have spoken, but she interrupted him.

“Daddy…” she breathed, the confidence he knew coming back. She must have read his thoughts on his face. “I want this. I’ve always wanted this. I think you’ve wanted it to. I’m an adult, you’re an adult, and more importantly, I want this.”

She leaned in again, kissing him lightly, a weird mix of daughterly love and sensuality, then leaned back.

“We can talk tomorrow about how right it is, how wrong it is, what we want to do about it. But ‘it’s Valentine’s Day’ and it’s been too long since those words have made you happy. Please.”

The last word wasn’t a request, wasn’t anything, because she was kissing him again, softly, and he felt the need in her. It was all the verification necessary to prove her words true and, his conscious mind shutting down, he pulled her closer to him.

The kiss remained loving for only a moment, a brief but eternal moment, then Danni was pulling herself ever farther into his arms. Her small wet mouth was searching his hungrily, passion renewed by his approval. Her hands flew up and down his chest, affirming he was real, that this wasn’t a dream, and she moved her legs to straddle him.

His nose caught a brief scent of jasmine from her hair, a silky smell, and then she was back kissing him, hands pulling him into her world. He could smell something else, faintly, a slight musk, stoking his passion from a small ember into a full-blown forest fire. Pulling sharply on her arms, he ground his hips hard up into her, into her sex, and felt a slight whimper come from deep in her throat as a result. It was a soft cry, nothing but pure passion, and his cock throbbed at the sound of it. Brazen and unflinching, his powerful hands slid down her back and cupped her round ass through the pajamas. She had always been self-conscious about her butt, feeling it was too big, disproportionate to the rest of her slim body. What she didn’t know was that she had the kind of ass men dreamed about, her daddy thought. An actual ass, not a super model’s, but two perfect round globes that were amazingly succulent without being dumpy. The disdain that she felt being able to lose weight everywhere but in tuzla escort her ass simultaneously made every guy’s fantasy come true.

He slipped his hand underneath the elastic waistband of her pajamas, grabbing her perfect round ass and using it as a ground to pull her roughly against the bulge in his pants. She moaned something low into his mouth…

“Oh god, Daddy…”

… and then was squirming against him even harder, grinding her pussy against him while his hands moved from her ass to her front.

Amazingly, he was able to completely unbutton her pajama tops without breaking stride. Danni softly let it slip off her shoulders and onto the floor, breaking the kiss to sit back slightly and look at him. Her face was heavenly framed by those glowing red pigtails, a dazed look of pure desire sketched into her. She was breathing heavy, light perspiration on her brow, and with every breath her breasts moved up and down. They were encased in a black and pink lace bra, definitely not typical under pajama wear, and he wondered how long she had been sitting on the couch working up the nerve.

“I bought this for you,” she said dreamily, almost as an after thought.

The pink lace of the bra blended the black perfectly into her creamy white skin. Her small breasts heaved with every intake of breath, threatening to break out from their lace prison. He brought his hand up, lightly running it over her shoulders and the myriad of freckles there. A true red head, the sun always cause more of the small spots to break out, peppering her alabaster skin with a stippling of color. As his fingers lightly brushed them, her breath caught in her throat, coming fast and hard. Closing her eyes, her breasts began moving up and down even harder, begging to be let out. He decided to take his time though, tracing his finger down the hollow of her throat, in between her perfect cleavage, and down over her belly button. He had never seen her naked, not since she had been a child, and he didn’t want to rush anything.

Seeming to sense his intentions, his daughter smiled at him softly, passion dancing back behind her irises, and she slid off of him, standing up. His eyes tracked her, locked onto her body, as she slowly untied her pajama bottoms and let them slide off him. His present, obviously, had been a set, and he saw where her lovely legs met that a matching pink and black lace thong completed the vision. He sat still for a moment, trying to calm his racing thoughts, trying to make this last forever and to take her all in.

She had grown up, that was for sure. Her perfect pear shaped outline tormented her to no end, but she had to know at least a little bit from her gentlemen callers that this was exactly what men wanted. Her perfect face, pixie like, complete with gorgeous red curls. Her amazing shoulders and arms, sensual and strong, leading into her perfect tits. They were slightly more than a handful each, he judged, looking at them, and he couldn’t imagine a more perfect set. Continuing down he took in her stomach, pierced belly button, down more to her perfect hips. They were wide, she’d gotten it from her mother, and perfectly supported her amazingly round ass. She had one of those asses, he noted, that seemed to defy gravity. It was ample but didn’t look large, just looked soft, perfect. Her legs completed the image, long and flowing, marked with bruises from play just like when she was a kid. Her small feet toyed with themselves idly, betraying her slightly nervous air as she waited for his approval.

“Princess,” he said, finally, “you are so perfect.”

She laughed softly at this, cheeks growing hot as she dipped her head in embarrassment. Reaching out to squeeze his hand, she smiled up at him radiantly, briefly, and then sunk down to her knees. Fingers working diligently, she quickly undid his belt and had his pants open. He had a brief thought of protest, but it died in his throat as she rested her elbows on his knees and looked at the bulge in his boxers intently. Biting her lip, preparing herself, she finally pulled back the soft fabric and let his manhood come into view.

The look on her face was pure bliss as she saw it, the look of someone long denied something they yearned for, and he also noted how her eyes widened slightly at his girth. He didn’t think of himself as large, not small, but not large, but her look of subtle surprise made him feel like he wielded a two by four between his legs. The thought was momentarily wiped away, however, as she leaned in and licked the tip. It was similar to how someone would lick a fresh lollipop, taking in nothing but that first hint of flavor, and it sent sparks coursing from his center all the way into his brain. Noticing his reaction, she smiled and took him into her mouth.

His daughter’s mouth was wet, unbelievably warm, and his mind trailed off into nothingness as she began to suck him off. Tightening her lips as she neared the base, she pressed her tongue close to his shaft pendik escort as she tried to take him all the way down her throat. Failing, she would return back up, never taking her mouth off him, swirling her tongue around the tip and causing pleasure to rake it’s way up his back. A moan escaped his lips and was immediately returned by her, the soft vibration in the back of her throat causing his pleasure to double. She started really blowing him now, head bobbing up and down faster and faster. He could tell by the moans coming from her that she was enjoying herself, and she looked to be in something of a trance. Leaning forward slightly to try and hold himself off, he found the view to be another surprise. Looking past her head he could see her perfect ass beneath her, sticking out just enough to be visible. His orgasm was approaching, and he wasn’t sure if he remembered anymore how to stave it off.

“Oh god, Danni, angel, I’m going to come…”

She brought her lips off him, the moan building in her throat finally coming to fruition as her eyes locked with his. Using her hand to jerk him off, never missing a beat, he heard her confidence shine though in her voice, mixed with her lust.

“Come in my mouth Daddy. I want to swallow my Daddy’s come.”

With her order given she sank back down on his dick, warm mouth in contrast to the cold air in the living room, and he grabbed onto her head. His hips were raising off the couch now, pumping into her mouth, and with his help she finally managed to sink her lips all the way down to the base of his cock. It was more than he could take, that heat, her moans, and with a final push he felt his orgasm rise out of him. He exploded, his mind shooting out of his cock with his come, jetting into her mouth. She made the same sound he’d heard while enjoying her pasta earlier, moaning in approval as she swallowed each wave that he shot down her throat. With a final moan, his daughter let his cock slide out of her mouth, smiling up at him. He noticed, his cock twitching in approval, that a small amount of his come had dribbled down from her perfect lips, dipping down her chin. She looked as content as he’d seen her look in years.

He realized than that the romantic music was still playing, the echo dying out of his ears and following the rest of his senses return. He realized she was going to stop, going to finish him and that’s it, crawl up next to him and cuddle. He didn’t know if this was going to continue, if they were out of their minds or not, but he knew he didn’t want this to be it. He reached down, lovingly but forcefully picking her up, and threw her back onto the couch.

Danni let out a surprised little “eep!”, just a syllable really, before he had peeled off those tight little panties and started to lick his way down her long legs. Eyes wandering, he took in the sumptuous sight of her soft little pussy in all its glory. She trimmed, that much was given, but he was amazed to see the soft downy mound of red hair that crowned her perfect little slit. It was curly and thick, like the hair on her head, but just a tuft. Like everything else, it was perfect. He rested his nose in it lightly, taking in the aromas, as his tongue slowly licked her warm center. She cried out at this, faint shock tinting the lust, but her hips shot off the couch to reach his tongue even deeper inside her. She tasted good, exactly as he’d expect, like jasmine, like springtime, a deep musky earth that overpowered his sense and left him wishing he could stay here forever.

“Oh god, Daddy, please, please…” she moaned.

He finally brought a hand down her stomach where it had been resting and slipped a single finger lightly inside of her. She was wet, wetter than he would’ve imagined possible, and his digit slipping side like it was home. She squealed at this, her pleading turned into pleasure, and he let his tongue and mouth slowly drift from her wet center to her clit. Taking it into his mouth, lightly, exploring, he began to tease it in time to the motions of her finger. Her orgasm was approaching, quickly he guessed, and he continued to tease it out of her body with soft motions from his hands and lips.

“Oh Daddy, Daddy, FUCK…”

The word escaped her lips effortlessly, just air from her throat, but it hung there. She never cussed around him, he never around her, and somehow it felt like the years of not swearing had built up to now. The importance of the word, the sheer weight of it after so much neglect, pushed his passion for the moment back into the red. He started eating her harder, taking her clit all the way into his mouth, sucking on it, lightly nibbling it. His finger curved up inside her, now no longer plunging in and out, but rather finding her spot, the small texture inside her that signified her pleasure center.

Danni’s body arched into the air as he found it, began playing her nerves like a violinist. She was past moaning, past pleading, past swearing; she was into the one area where the mind cannot venture idly, the place of pure sensual bliss. Her body screamed release, her lungs sucked in breath that couldn’t fill the warm void her orgasm was leaving inside her. She felt the first shudders coming, felt her father move his hand under her ample ass to hold her steady, felt his mouth and fingers causing the waves of pleasure to ripple against her bodies shore.

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Chapter 4: Interlude

The drive to her Aunt Tera’s home was mostly in silence, as if Sabrina thought she’d burst or explode with all the emotions running through her. She continued to be overwhelmed by her mother, everything that the beautiful woman did astonished her, surprised her and made her horny as hell.

The ride was smooth inside her mom’s sporty little convertible. The two pretty women let their hair blow in the wind, enjoying the beauty of the day.

Sabrina had already begun to liberate herself, sexually. She wore no bra under her sheer spring dress and the panties were barely-there as well. If her mother hadn’t been with her, she’d have fingered her pussy all the way to her aunt’s home.

The drive was long, but Sabrina didn’t mind. She was lost in her thoughts, losing herself in her newfound sexuality. All of her thoughts seemed to center around sex, about fucking, about being licked and nibbled, about being a total sex-toy.

Cock. She thought about it all the time now. She loved the primal sound of the word. Cock. She couldn’t wait to feel one fucking deep into her pussy. To have one in her mouth, pulsating and throbbing with lust. Her pussy was aching now, she wanted to fuck. Ohhh Mom, hurry up and get to Aunt Tera’s, I wanna play with my pussy, she thought inwardly.

Caroline glanced over at her daughter, noting her obvious distress. She thought it was wonderful that Bree’s long-suppressed desires were coming to the surface and she hoped her horny little daughter would yield wonderful, loving passions.

This was the kind of day that inspired Caroline’s lusts. She and Tera would often go on picnics, either wearing frilly spring frocks with little underneath. Once at their destination, they’d find some secluded spot, strip each other slowly and make wild, passionate, lesbian love. On occasion, they’d bring a 3rd partner, like Tera’s sensual mom, but usually it was the two of them.

Caroline couldn’t wait to see her lover again and, throwing caution to the wind, put her foot to the floor and accelerated the car.

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At the same time Caroline was winding her way down the road to Tera’s home, Tera was exceptionally kırklareli escort busy.

She smacked, hard and quickly, at the rounded buttocks that were in front of her. The sweet cheeks glowed red and the woman face-down on the bed moaned with intense passion.

“You’ve been a miserable, fucking bitch, haven’t you?” Tera said as she slapped the ass again.

“Yesssss!” Michelle hissed in passionate response.

A few months into their lesbian / incestuous affair some years back, Michelle had confessed to her daughter – while eating cunt with love and affection for Tera, the daughter who’d released her inner kink – that she liked to be spanked when having sex.

“Daddy won’t do it for me anymore hunnycunt!” Michelle said between lavish slurps at the font of her daughter’s pussy. “He says we’re getting too old for those kinds of games – hmmphh, I am only in my 30’s – so we should just fuck and get it over with!”

Tera ran her fingers through her mother’s thick hair, which still shone brightly, despite a few flecks of grey. “Do you still have that Tortoise-Shell brush mother?” Tera asked.

Michelle’s eyes grew bright and round, and she ran from the room, returning a few seconds later with the brush. “This one, you mean?” she purred suggestively.

“Yessss, you nasty fucking bitch!” Tera squealed with delight. She grabbed the brush from her horny mother and swatted her on the ass with it. “You nasty slut, eating your own daughter’s pussy!”

The depravity of her daughter spanking her rounded ass and fingering her pussy at the same time made Michelle’s cunt flow like a river. She orgasmed within minutes.

Since then, Tera had always administered spankings to her mother. Michelle really got off on them. Sometimes, she’d practically beg her sexy offspring to spank her. She bought Tera a naughty black riding crop for her birthday, which Tera used on her unmercifully, swatting her mother’s round ass until it glowed red, even striking her engorged clit a few times, which caused Michelle to practically pass out from orgasm.

Michelle loved to tease her daughter now. She made every one afyon escort of their sessons special for Tera. She’d buy the nicest clothes, designer stuff – over her husband’s objections – and wear them for her daughter / lover.

Michelle had come to their lovemaking session today dressed-to-kill. She wore the “Power Suit” that Tera adored, her mother looked trim and stylish in it. And what was underneath always made Tera’s pussy drip with desire.

Today she’d worn the pinstripe blackish / grey suit that was Tera’s favorite. Her heels were stilettos, one of Tera’s turn-ons, and now Michelle’s. She’d mastered the art of walking in them, adding a gentle sway to her walk that ignited a heat in her lover / daughter.

She had stood in front of Tera, undressing slowly, teasingly, one button at a time, until Tera was almost mad with desire to rip the outfit from her mother’s lush, mature body.

But she didn’t. And the end result was always worth it.

Today, Michelle had worn an outfit underneath to entice. The bra she wore held her round, gorgeous tits, but just barely. As she removed her top, she wiggled out of the pants next. The shimmy she used was overtly sexual.

Once she was out of the top and pants, she stood before her lusty offspring clad in a bra, sheer lace panties, black stockings and garter. Her daughter reached for her, but Michelle pulled away, just out of her reach.

“Uh, uh, uh baby – be patient!” she giggled at Tera. Patient, Tera thought, Fuck!, I am dying to lick that hot pussy of hers! But she knew her mother well enough to know that Michelle would make it worth the wait.

Michelle walked around the bedroom, pirouetting in front of Tera, cupping her large tits and playing with her nipples, running her fingers over the stockings, sliding a finger into her wet, soft pussy and fingering herself. She offered one pussy-slicked finger to her daughter, who sucked at it eagerly.

She slid onto the bed and was amazed, yet delighted, when Tera’s hand smacked at her gorgeous, rounded ass. “Bad Mommy!” Tera yelled at her. “You made me wait to get at that luscious cunt of yours! Bad Mommy!” Tera amasya escort swatted at her mother / lover unmercifully, making her ass cheeks glow a delicious red.

She used the riding crop too, and Michelle was on the verge of pain – yet it was still pleasurable. Tera knew this, and buried her face in her mother’s pussy, licking at it, slurping up all the juices as she now gently caressed her mother’s buttocks.

They were in a “69” now, mother licking daughter, daughter licking mother, soft moans coming from both women.

They wiggled on the bed, their bodies similar in height, so the lovemaking was fierce, passionate and skilled. In the years they had been lovers, Michelle’s lesbian skills had developed to the point she was nearly as good as her daughter.

She drilled her tongue into Tera’s cunt, swirling it around, up and down, licking at the clit and stroking her soft thighs.

They adjusted positions, Michelle lying on top of her daughter, their breasts squashed together, rubbing pussies together, the wetness from both women lubricating their heated fucking.

Michelle’s brain drifted back to how all of this had started, her daughter and Caroline seducing her into this new, deviant – yet happy – lifestyle – and she smiled as she continued to dry-hump her horny daughter. Her husband didn’t spend a lot of time with her in bed nowadays, but she didn’t care – she had Tera and in the years since, had found a few other female playmates. She didn’t crave cock much anymore, but the gentle caress of a woman’s hand, her soft lips, her gentle touch, the subtle aroma of pussy and perfume – those made her ache with lust now.

Tera’s fingers pumped in and out of her mother’s cunt now, bringing her to mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, Michelle was nearly out of her mind with lust and passion. Over and over she came, her juices slicking her daughter’s fingers, until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and came, an explosion that nearly knocked her off the bed.

She snuggled with Tera, toying with her daughter’s nipples, cradled in her arms. “When are you expecting the girls?” she asked.

“In a few hours, so you need to get your shapely ass home to Daddy!” Tera giggled, swatting her mother’s ass as she got up from the bed.

Michelle pouted a bit, as if wanting to stay. She did want to see Caroline again – and she wondered if her daughter would be as wild as the mother. But those were thoughts for another day. She dressed and left, blowing a kiss to her daughter, knowing there would be more pleasures yet to come.

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“Ramesh, why are you naked? And why are you hard? Nanda, did you two go swimming? Why is he naked, then?”

“Mom, we did go swimming! Ramesh is great at it! I couldn’t catch up with him! Of course, he can’t swim naked in public, but he can be naked at home!”

“But why? Doesn’t he have any shame?”

“Mom, he’s not a woman. He doesn’t need modesty. When you were growing up, didn’t boys swim naked? Didn’t you see naked men all the time? Wasn’t it improper for a man to see a woman the same way?”

“I suppose so. I don’t have any problem with it; I was just thinking about you, Ramesh. If you’re fine with it, then I am.”

“Thanks, Mom. Also, what do you want to do with your favorite kid now that he’s here?”

“Hey!” Nanda spanked Ramesh.

“You know I can’t pick favorites. But yes, we should all do something together!”

Ramesh didn’t tell Dhanya about him dating Nanda because he was afraid she would get mad at them. Nanda didn’t tell her either. Dhanya was wearing a saree, made of a sarong and a blouse. In addition, she wore a shawl down her shoulder. While her daughter was thin and very short, Dhanya was of average height and a little fat. She was plump and motherly. Although she didn’t have an hourglass shape like Nanda, she had huge breasts and a nice, plump, juicy butt that Ramesh wanted to get into. His erection was not subsiding because of her attractiveness.

“Hey, Nanda, can you get a bottle of oil? I’m going to give Ramesh an oil bath. Let’s go outside. I don’t want to clean up after we’re done.”

Ramesh was now outside, and he could see multiple women looking at him. He even saw a flash of light from a woman’s phone, knowing çeşme escort she had taken a picture of him.

“Ramesh, I haven’t seen you naked since you were a little boy!” Staring at his penis, she said, “and you’re not so little anymore!”

Ramesh blushed, turning away from her. “Hey, I’m your mother! I’m just delighted to see my little boy has finally grown up! With this body, girls must be all over you! Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, Mom. Hey, here comes Nanda.”

“Nanda, I want you to watch me bathe him so that when you have kids you will know how to bathe them.”

Dhanya put a little bit of oil in her hands and started massaging his scalp with it. Then, she moved on to his face and shoulders. “You have very wide shoulders, Ramesh! I know you’ll protect your future wife with your strong frame. Hey, what if we get you married?”

“He’s old enough, Mom. Why not?”

Now massaging his chest, Dhanya asked, “Do you like girls with big boobs, Ramesh?”

Ramesh was mortified that his own mother was talking to him like this. “Well, what man doesn’t? Of course I do!”

Now rubbing his stomach, Dhanya said, “When you get married, get your wife pregnant as soon as possible. I want grandkids!”

Nanda couldn’t stop laughing. “Hey Mom, I wasn’t going to tell you, but now that we’re all here, why not? Ramesh is my boyfriend. We might get married.”

“What? So that’s why he was naked? Listen, I’m fine with that, but this is too far. I can’t let my children marry each other. I would become the laughing stock of the town!”

“Mom, we love each other! How can you keep two lovers apart? başakşehir escort It’s the 21st century; the town will become used to it.”

“I suppose. But you’re not engaged yet. However, if you two want to get married to each other, I’m not going to stop you.”

Ramesh didn’t say a single word about his point of view, and it turned him on a little. These women were making the most important decision in his life, and he had no part in it.

Now massaging his testicles, Dhanya said, “So here are my grandkids.” She kissed his scrotum. “Stay safe, little ones.” Now she was stroking his penis. “Nanda will be quite happy with this. Your father was only four inches, and I’ve seen plenty of dicks, but this is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen! You’re huge, Ramesh!” She finished putting oil everywhere on his body.

Now shining, Ramesh was beaming with pride.

“Hey Mom, come inside. I have something to tell you.” And so Dhanya and Nanda went inside, leaving Ramesh outside. They locked the door too, leaving him with no escape. A woman was coming down the road and walked up to him.

“Hey, how’s it hanging? Must be pretty hard carrying that monster around!”

“Well, at least I can let loose and expose my body! I don’t have to cover up like you.”

“Yeah, but I have to stay clothed! Nobody cares if you wear clothes or not. It’s important for you to stay nude so we know when you have a boner. If you do, women have to be kept away! And there’s a lower chance of you hurting women if they’re kept clothed. You know, it’s legal for men to be naked in this city. You just never see it anymore. People küçükçekmece escort today think men need so much modesty! For what?”

“Yeah, I love being nude! My girlfriend and I do CFNM. Have you heard of it?”

“Of course I have! I hope CFNM can be achieved all over the world someday. Just remember–your duty is to protect us women, but please don’t hurt us. CFNM is necessary to achieve a balance. Although women are weaker than men, them wearing clothes and men not wearing clothes evens it out. I often walk into the men’s bathroom to check out dicks. It’s an anatomy lesson for me,” she said while giggling.

“Well, nice meeting you, but I have to take a bath now. Bye!”

“See you later!”

“Ramesh, you have to take your bath now!” Dhanya dumped a bucket of water on Ramesh, making all the oil come off. She then shampooed his hair and put soap all over his body, making sure to squeeze his muscles. She suck a soapy finger up his butt and wiggled it around.

“Hey! Mom! Cut it out! My asshole is clean!” Dhanya and Nanda giggled. Dhanya pulled her finger out and she pulled back his foreskin.

“Ramesh, what is this? I told you when you were little to get rid of this foreskin cheese! You don’t clean yourself, do you? You dirty boy!” Dhanya began to vigorously clean his glans with soap and water, making Ramesh scream in pain.

“Ow! Mom, that hurts! Stop it! I promise I’ll clean it better next time!”

“This is what you get for not cleaning it. You brought this upon yourself.” Dhanya washed his glans off and put his foreskin back. Finally, she dumped another bucket of water on Ramesh and toweled him dry. “Now my son’s squeaky clean!”

Ramesh and his family played cards and charades together, becoming closer than ever before. Nanda began to sit in her boyfriend’s lap, and Dhanya saw the couple display their affection for each other frequently. At the end of the night, Dhanya went to sleep. Ramesh and Nanda went to his room.

“Hey, how about that handjob I was talking about earlier?”

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