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The basement was our refuge. It was dark, cold, and filled with all the odd bits of furniture from over the years. In the corner was a blue chair, the back of which was decorated with hand embroidered roses and daisies. A coffee table with one leg nearly chewed through by a relative’s dog, and a glass top that has years of scratches and marks sits in front of the most used piece of eclectic style in the entire basement. It was a yellow couch that seated two and a half people. Three people will find that there is no room for comfort. Two people will find that there is just a bit more room than is truly needed to seat simply the pair of bodies. Therefore, it is, as it has come to be known, the two-and-a-half seater. The yellow is consistent with frozen lemonade concentrate. The fabric – miraculously the original – is soft and looks like puckered skin.

This is solely the property of the children of our family. Mom and dad never seem to venture down into the room for anything but a yearly inspection to determine if the CDC needs to be contacted. Admittedly, an omni-present scent of pizza and something yet unidentified permeate the subterranean hideaway, but that is the extent of the problems with the space.

I was sitting in the blue chair, wondering what it was going to be like to go to college. I didn’t know anything about it. I was the oldest in the family, and as usual, was the guinea pig for anything new. My sister was likely not going to college at any rate. She despised school with a loathing that I had only ever seen reserved for fascism and state sponsored canings. I could not tell what she would eventually do, but I had little doubt that it would be far removed from any form of institutionalized learning.

Jamie, three days past her birthday, and still unsure and excited about her new-found status, was sitting in the yellow couch, reading and listening to some horrific new singer while tapping her tiny fingers along to the simple beat. I looked at her and was hard pressed to see in her the 18 year-old that I knew she was. She still had a little girl’s body. Like our mother, she was tiny. If she was more than five feet tall, I would be shocked. Her face was so bright and full of wonder about anything that was new; it was impossible to believe that she was old enough to vote.

Jamie and I had always been close. We shared a bedroom until we were too old to do so with any comfort. Dad had moved all my stuff into what was his study when I was at school one day.

“Boys need their space, Les. You’ll see.” He was right, of course. I was getting to that age where it wasn’t comfortable to change clothes with her in the room. She was still my sister, and nothing had changed the fact that we were like best friends, but she was also a girl. No mater what you think at the time, that still matters.

They seemed quite pleased with our relationship. They both came from family environments where it was the natural order to torment and harass anything in the house that was younger than you were. To them, our loving and close relationship was very nearly a miracle. What they did not know, however, was how much we did love each other.

We had never done anything about it, but it was always there. Sometimes, we would act perfectly normal even when alone. Nevertheless, there were many times when it was a chore not to give in and cross that very dangerous line. I was the hold out of the two of us. Jamie had several times made the very eloquent case that what we felt was perfectly normal, and if she were not my sister, I would have expressed that feeling whenever I could.

She was, without a doubt, correct. However, the fact that she was my sister gave me pause. This did not mean that I didn’t lust after her every chance I got. I would spend all night watching her as she read in her chair, or dozed in front of the television on the yellow couch. I admit it, I wanted to be with her whenever I could, and I was tiered of not being able to hold her, or kiss her small, soft lips. I wanted to act, and I knew that I could not. I cold not condemn her to a kind of life from which she would garner noting but sorrow. I could not do something like that to someone I loved so deeply.

But, how long could I hold out? I knew I could not do it forever. In the meantime, we had resigned ourselves to time spent together. That was – in the absence of true displays of affection, and in the presence of my overwhelming fear of screwing up her life in ways that would only be evident in years to come – that was as good as it got.

“You’ve got everything all set?”

“Pretty much. I’m not taking all that much with me. Just enough.”

“So I can raid your CD’s Wile you’re gone?”

“That’s all I am to you? I’m just a bunch of free CD’s?”

“I suppose. You have your good qualities, as well.”

“Really? Do tell.”

“Well, you’re handsome. There’s always that.” Her voice kartal escort no longer had that playful, teasing edge to it. “I love the way you hold the door for me, and I know you do it for everyone, but it still makes me feel good.”

“Jamie, don’t -“

“When you laugh,” she started to say as she leaned forward on the edge of the couch to face me. “When you laugh, it makes my stomach tighten up.” She put her balled up little fist against her smooth belly. “It makes my head swim when you smile at me. I makes my knees weak when you say my name when we’re all alone.” She pulled her tanned legs under her body. “Those are just your more obvious qualities.”

“Jamie, how many times are we going to go through this?”

“Until you figure out that I’m right.”

“I love you, Jamie. I love you more than anyone I could ever know.”

“Don’t say it, Les. If you’re not going to do anything about it, don’t say it. It hurts too much.” The sadness in her voice made me cold. She turned back to the television and we didn’t say anything the rest of the afternoon.

“I don’t want to go this way, Jamie. Please, try to understand why this just could not work. Please.”

“You’re going away anyway so it really doesn’t matter, Les. You were right. Let’s just forget it.” She stretched her lean legs out and then curled them under her again as she sank down into the cushions of the couch. Her hair was bathed in changing and flickering light from the television. Her skin looked like milk in the light.

“That’s right. That’s right, I’m going away in two days. Two days, and I don’t want those last two days to be like this. I don’t mean to hurt you, Jamie, but you have to understand that what you want, it just would not work. Please, talk to me.”

“You keep telling me that we can’t work. If that’s true, then why are you so set on talking about it? Don’t’ you understand that it rips me up to talk about this if all it can be is talk?” She looked over her shoulder at me and fixed me with her big, gorgeous eyes. “Are you arguing with me, Les, or with yourself?”

“I’m arguing…I’m just saying that we have to come to an understanding about this. I don’t want to go and leave you feeling this way. I don’t want to go and leave ME feeling this way.”

“How do you feel, Les? Tell me.”

“Stop it, Jamie. Just stop.” I wanted to say so much more, but I couldn’t manage the words. I didn’t know what it was that I wanted. I just stopped talking and tried to forget the whole situation.

It was my last night home before I left for school. I was driving up with a friend the next afternoon. My family had given me a nice going away dinner, and all their well wishes. The only thing left was Jamie.

It was around two in the morning. I was agitated about my situation with my sister, and a little anxious about going off to school so far away. I was sitting downstairs trying to watch TV to settle my nerves. I heard the door open at the stairwell and waited to hear my mom tell me to turn the television down. Then the door shut, and I heard the soft steps of feet on the thick carpet stairs. Jamie came around the corner and sat down, reclining into me, worming under my arm. This was how we used to sit and while away the time. She hadn’t done so for a week or better, and it felt wonderful to have her body against mine for the last time in a long while.

I started to say something but she put her finger to my lips and told me to just relax, and watch TV. She told me we would have plenty of time to talk, and she just wanted to be with me.

I don’t remember what we watched. It was some movie about a singer and his almost predestined fall from grace. I remember hearing her tell me that it was no wonder he couldn’t have sex, he’d been drinking a bottle of whiskey. I heard what she said. I remember every word she said, I just didn’t care what the movie was doing.

I was slouched down in the cushions, and she was sitting up on her legs as they folded under her, so she was almost up at the same level as I. I sat there and stared at her face. I wanted to burn her into my memory – just as she looked right then. I wanted to remember her eyes, wide with interest as she watched the film. I wanted to remember her lips, slightly opened, occasionally wetted by her tongue. I wanted to see in my mind the way her hair fell around her tiny ear. Her ear was a singularly beautiful thing. It was elegant, and so soft.

Jamie and I had never touched each other in any way that could be deemed inappropriate. Not so much as a tender hand in mine. Not so much as a kiss that wasn’t on the cheek and in full view of another member of the family. I knew that if we were to stretch the line of acceptable behavior just the tiniest bit, that we would plunge headlong into a very strange darkness. I had been so careful to avoid everything I had ever wanted to do with a girl when I was alone with Jamie. maltepe escort bayan I don’t understand what I did or why I did it.

My hand, with no real though on my part, came up, and with the backs of my fingers, I brushed the side of her warm cheek. My thumb strayed out to feel her hair. I felt her head press gently but firmly into my touch. I felt like I was falling. I felt hot inside. My heart was cooking in my chest. My lungs didn’t know how to pump. I tasted that same feeling on the back of my tongue as I tasted when I was afraid.

She turned and melted into me. Her arms, sliding around my body, tightened and held me, as much, I was certain, to keep me there as to feel my body against her own. My head was filling with all sorts of impulses. Run, stay, touch, kiss, escape, feel.

She lifted up and pressed her soft lips to me, shocking both of us with the sensation and opening a floodgate that couldn’t close again.

She was heat and silk and intoxicating. Her breath came hard and made my skin tingle as she moved over me. I slid my fingertips along her neck and over her shoulders. The feeling of her skin was making me crazy. My hands shook as I ran my fingers into her hair. It was hitting me all at once.

We laid there for what seemed the whole night. We kissed slow, fast, whatever we could think of. We had years of experience to get through in one night. We would never be able to do it. We settled for what we could.

“I don’t want to have sex tonight. I don’t want to hurt. Later, for that, alright?”

I just kissed her. She slid down and knelt between my legs on the floor. I was swimming in a cloud. I couldn’t think. I wanted it, and I wanted it so bad it hurt, but I didn’t want her to do it just because she thought she should do something. I started to tell her that she didn’t have to do that.

“Shh. I want to. Now, lie back, and don’t speak. Don’t speak at all. We don’t need to.” Her little fingers worked at my belt buckle, and then to my pants, and then my zipper. She pulled the pants by the waistband, slipping her fingers in and catching my underwear too. I lifted my hips to allow her easier access. She pulled it all away and slid them over my feet. I felt incredibly exposed. Not just my nudity, but in all the time we had loved each other we had never so much as skinny dipped. Suddenly, we were taking that big step to something more. We couldn’t turn back now.

My penis was sticking straight up. I don’t think she had ever seen one before, and she looked uncertain as to what to do. I pulled off my T-shirt and threw it in a pile with my jeans. She stood up and slowly took off her nightgown. She wore nothing underneath. Her tiny, elegant body was magnificent in the low, flickering, blue light of the basement. Her breasts were small, teardrop shaped handfuls, and her skin was intoxicating. I could have stared at her forever. Between her legs, I had expected a thick patch of dark hair, only to see a tiny run of fine hair that may as well have not been there for all the good it seemed to do.

She stood there, almost shy, waiting as I looked at her lovely body. I just smiled. Words would have ruined it. She blushed and gave a tiny laugh at my approval. She moved again between my knees, knelt down, and placed her hot hands along the tops of my thighs.

After a moment, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock. I almost jumped from the couch. She looked worried at my reaction. I smoothed her hair with my hand and smiled again. She felt more confident and slid her hand along my dick. Her other hand joined the action, and started rubbing the underside of my cock. I was breathing hard thorough my nose, and wasn’t sure how long I could take her attention.

I felt her hot breath on my dick before I felt the warm, moist tentative touch of her tongue on my skin. She started at the head and twirled around it, and then down the length of the shaft. When she engulfed the whole thing in her virgin mouth, I nearly cried out. She went slowly, and it was a bit awkward at first. She didn’t know what to do with her tongue once I was inside her. But it felt like heaven. I wasn’t about to criticize her technique. She moved slowly up and down, finally using her tongue on every motion. She sucked on it until her cheeks caved in, and occasionally she would let it out completely, making a tiny popping noise.

I let my hands run through her hair, feeling its silky texture and the warmth of her skin underneath it.

She was really getting into the blowjob, moving her head around, letting it slip out of her mouth and then back in. She ran her tongue all along the shaft, sliding down, letting her tongue trace around my balls. It was all very new, and at the same time, it was completely genuine. It was for her benefit. It was for my benefit. It was a way to give pleasure and to a way to be closer at the same time.

Jamie escort pendik put her mouth back over my cock, licking it first, finding a rhythm she liked. We moved together, my hips raising every so often, her mouth moving up and down, warm, and wet on my dick. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body, threatening to end it all far to soon. I pulled her off me before I lost it.

I guided her back on the floor and gently spread her legs. She understood what I was going to do, and took a deep breath as her fists clenched at her sides. She bit her lip, and pulled her feet in close to her body.

I lay down on the floor, situating myself between her thighs, letting her legs drape over my shoulders. She was warm and smelled like clean peaches. I looked at the small slit between her legs, never having seen it, and ran my fingers along the smooth plump lips. She twitched, gave a small squeal, giggled, and let my fingers continue their exploration. She was moist, and her skin was starting to sweat. I licked the inside of her thigh and she moaned, her body relaxing as she drifted into the same state of pleasure I had just been in.

I lowered my head and let my tongue run the length of her pussy. I pushed in just a touch, and she moaned. She ran her hands up her naked belly and massaged her tits. Her legs twisted around on my back, and her heels dug into my spine. I moved my tongue around inside her, tasting her, smelling her. I flicked my tongue over her clit, causing her to jump a bit. I kept my tongue in her pussy, and brought my thumb up to work her sensitive button. She was getting wetter, grinding her mound into my face, making noises that almost sounded like she was in pain. Her legs clamped around my neck, pressing my face to her cunt, and I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. She came hard, surprising me, but flooding my mouth with her climax.

She let her legs slide down off my shoulders, and sat forward as I pulled myself up to face her. We sat together, her legs over mine, and our bodies nearly touching together. She stretched up as best she could and I leaned down to meet her in a slow, burning kiss. She ran her tongue along my mouth, tasting herself, and licking what was left of her orgasm from my lips and chin. Small, doting kisses covered my face. I felt her hands slide down between us and gently grab my still hard cock. She ran her hand along her pussy, dipping her fingers inside, scooping up what juices she could, and slathered my cock with them. She slowly gave me a hand-job, letting her fingernails play up along the sensitive head. Both hands were working me, up and down, slow then fast, making it feel better than it had ever been.

Her mouth was back to mine, tasting and licking. We kissed like lovers. We moved slowly in that. Her tender lips rubbed against mine, and the tip of her tongue would dart out and graze my mouth as we broke for air.

Her small breasts pressed against my chest. Her nipples were hard and she moaned when they rubbed along my skin.

Her hands were still moving on my dick. I was getting close. I broke away from her mouth and threw my head back to hold my orgasm off as long as I could. I felt like I was on fire. Jamie realized what I was doing and slid off my lap, setting her self in front of me, still holding my cock.

She put her entire mouth over my dick, swallowing it as far as it would go. Her nose bumped my pelvis. Her throat pulsed around me, swallowing out of reflex, or instinct, or nervous reaction. It was all I could take. I felt my balls tighten up and I came hard. She had me partway into her throat, nearly gagging herself until she started to inhale through her nose. I shot spurt after spurt into her, until she had to pull off me to breathe. A last spurt hit her on the cheek as she pulled away. She jumped at the sensation. Her hand came up and wiped it off, and then she licked it clean.

I sat there catching my breath and trying to take it all in. Whatever line I had been afraid of crossing had been completely obliterated. I didn’t know what to do. We didn’t simply succumb to impulse. That was a product of the pent up feeling of years worth of need. We did what we did because we wanted to, not because we just felt like it. But that didn’t tell me what to do after that. How were we supposed to act after that? How were we supposed to treat each other? We couldn’t just keep going as we had over the last few years, and we couldn’t just leap into something more.

“We’ll just take it as it goes, Les,” she said. She had been staring at my face and, apparently, it was easy to read. Though, she might have been thinking the same thing.

However it would go, we would deal with it. I loved her, and that wouldn’t change. As we lay there, that last night at home, we made plans. We would have to be careful. It would destroy the family if anyone was to find out, and we didn’t want that.

Laying there, holding her body against mine, I knew it was right. It fit. We fit. It was that simple.

END

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Thank you for taking the time to read “Parting”. I would invite you to read my other stories, and as always, feedback is both welcomed and encouraged.

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Note: This story is actually Chapter two of the “Whores and Pimps” story in the Loving Wives section so please read that one first to get some background on the characters. This story is not really that scary except maybe for the Yankee and Boston jerseys. Enjoy…

Randy O’Bannon had just started with Bennett and James when he found the invitation on his desk. As a new lawyer in the firm you had to start on the second floor which normally meant he had to try the cases no other lawyers in the well established firm wanted. His new wife Amanda had moved with him to the big city and was finishing her MBA via the internet. She was typing away when he threw his briefcase on the bed in their two room efficiency apartment.

“Guess what?” He asked as he moved over and kissed her on her long delicious neck.

“Huh?” She said upset that he was home already. It seemed every time she sat down to work on her thesis Randy would interrupt her.

“We’ve been invited to the big man’s Halloween party.” He said overly excited.

“Who’s the big man?” She asked, still typing.

“Bennett, you remember you met him at the office last week.”

“Oh yeah, do we have to go?” Most of the ones she met were a lot older than they were.

“Yes, it will be good for my career.” He noticed she was only wearing a tight tee shirt with no bra and a pair of tiny pink bikini panties. His hands moved down over her soft shoulders to gently cup both of her small but firm breasts.

“Stop. I have to finish this section.” She said pulling his hands off of her.

Randy smiled and moved away and as he walked from the room he said, “The good news is that we don’t have to buy a costume. Bennett is providing them.”

“What?” Amanda asked as his words sank in. “He’s selecting our costumes?”

“Yes.” He yelled back.

“What if I don’t like it?” She was too late because Randy was gone.

*****

Bill Bennett laughed as he opened the boxes of costumes he had ordered almost two months ago. The costumes were ordered as pairs. There was a cow and a bull, Mickey and Minnie, Fred and Wilma Flintstone, and a priest and a nun. He had ordered extra sizes of each costume so he would be sure to have the right fit.

He called Dr. Lawrence to make sure the video tapes were ready to go with the costumes. *****

Jake and Dan were standing by the coffee pot in the seventh floor break room laughing at the Halloween Party invitations they had received from Mr. Bennett.

“Looks like Bennett is at it again.” Dan chuckled. “I wonder who the new victims are going to be this time.” He quickly thought back remembering how his wife Ellen and he were the new victims of the “Whores and Pimps” party Bennett had thrown last year. At that party the men were all dressed up as pimps and the women as whores. They used phony money to purchase the sexual favors during the night and the men who had the most money were promoted. Although, Dan and Ellen had intercourse with others they had not done anything more than oral sex with their best friends Jake and Marty.

“It’s been kind of boring lately and I’m looking forward to it.’ Jake laughed. “I wonder how the girls will take it.”

*****

Sally had dinner ready when her husband Paul walked into the kitchen smiling. “Looks like we’ve been invited to a Halloween party.”

“Really? I love Halloween parties.” She said smiling. “Who’s giving it?”

“Can you believe Bill Bennett?”

“Bennett as in Bennett and James?”

“Yep. Randy said he and Amanda were invited as well.”

“Good. At least I’ll know somebody at the party.” Sally said. They, like Randy and Amanda, had recently moved to the city and were living in the same apartment complex. Since Randy and Paul were both new they had attended all the orientation meetings and had gotten to know each other pretty well. It was natural for the two couples to bond together.

“I’ll call Amanda and see what costume she will wear.”

“Don’t bother. Bennett is sending out the costumes.”

“What if I don’t like it?” She said upset.

“Tough. I’ve heard you don’t say no to Bennett.”

*****

It was two day’s later when Sally returned with her groceries when she discovered a large box on her front door step. She quickly put away the frozen food and ripped open the box. Inside the large box she found two more boxes. One addressed to Paul and the other one with her name on it. The box had the words ‘to be opened privately by addressee only”. It had to be the costumes she thought as she quickly opened her box. Inside the box were a video tape and a plastic bag containing the costume. She held up the costume and grinned. She was going to be Minnie Mouse. Her face dropped when she picked up the last two articles of clothing. NO WAY! She thought.

*****

Two apartment buildings over Amanda also opened her box and discovered a video tape and her costume. She giggled as she held up the Wilma Flintstone costume. This was going to be a fun kartal escort party she thought.

She quickly called Sally. “I received my costume!”

“Me too.” Sally replied.

“Did you look at the video tape yet?” Amanda asked.

“No. The instructions said I have to view it by myself. Do you have any idea why?” Sally asked.

“I read that too. Who knows?” Amanda answered. “I’m going to look at it now.”

“Me too. Bye.” Sally said as she hung up the phone and clicked on the VCR.

“Hello Sally, in case you do not remember me I’m Bill Bennett. I am so happy Randy has joined my company and to celebrate I’m inviting you and Randy to a special Halloween party to be held on Saturday October 30th at my home. This will give me a better chance to get to know the two of you. Please try on the costume and let my secretary know as soon as possible if it does not fit you properly. Please keep the identity of your costume a secret, even from your husband, until the night of the party.

As you will find out at the party I love to have fun so come prepared to really enjoy yourself. Take care.”

Suddenly the screen went blank.

She still couldn’t figure out why there was separate video tapes except for the directed message to her. That must be it she thought. She grabbed the box and ran up the stairs to try it on. The plastic bag had more inside than Minnie Mouse’s costume. Sally picked up the skimpy pair of panties which had Minnie Mouse’s head on the front of them. The semi-bra was also very small. Why did he send underwear? There was no way anyone but Paul was going to see them. She pulled off her sweat shirt and bra and snapped the half-bra around her firm mounds. She gasped when she looked in the mirror to see her small but rock hard nipples bare above the bra cups. The sweat pants and panties dropped to the floor and she pulled the white thongs up her tanned thighs and over her full bush. Again she took a deep breath when she saw only her pubic mound covered by the silky undies. Minnie Mouse was smiling up at her and was surrounded on the sides by some curly dark pubic hairs that had escaped. If she was going to wear these panties she would need a good trim job. Sally forgot that no one but Paul was going to see them.

*****

Amanda stared at Wilma Flintstone’s face resting at the junction of her thighs. She too had looked at the video but had stripped in the den to try on her costume. Amanda found the panties but couldn’t find a bra. Surely, he didn’t expect her to go braless she thought. She looked again but the bag was empty. She turned and looked in the mirror over the fireplace to see her bare ass cheeks with the small thong strap cutting down the center of her soft buttocks.

She slipped the tight leather top over her mounds and realized why there was no bra. The top cut across her chest with only one strap so if she was wearing a bra it could be seen. Luckily the leather was thick enough that her hard nipples could not poke out the material. She slid the short leather skirt up her legs. God. The skirt barely covered her panties. There was no way she was going to wear this costume in public. She picked up the phone to call Randy and stopped. Bennett had said she could not tell her husband what she was wearing until the night of the party. She put down the phone and called Sally.

“I can’t tell you what my costume is but I can tell you it is very reveling.” Amanda whispered.

“Mine too.” Sally giggled. “Do you think the other women’s costumes will be the same?”

“Probably.” Amanda said. “Randy heard that Bennett throws some wild parties.”

“I’m only wearing it because it will help my husband.” Sally said with her excited voice.

“Me too I guess.” Amanda replied. “Maybe we can stick together to help each other if need be?”

“Good idea.” Sally said.

*****

As soon as Randy entered the house Amanda was standing there with his box in her hand. “Here this is your costume. You have to open it in private and watch the video tape alone.”

“What is your costume?” Randy asked as he carried the box into the den.

“I can’t tell you….until you see me wearing it before we leave for the party.”

That afternoon Dan, one of the higher up lawyers had walked into Randy’s office to introduce himself. Dan asked if he was going to a Halloween party at Bennett’s and he said yes. Dan laughed and moved over to his bookcase to look at his wife Amanda’s photo. After Dan glared at the picture for over a minute he turned and left.

There was something about this party that scared Randy as he watched the video.

Amanda’s curiosity got the best of her as she stood near the door to the den. She listened as Mr. Bennett’s voice echoed through the closed door.

“Hello Randy. I am so happy that you have joined my company and to celebrate I’m inviting you and your wife to a special Halloween party to be held on Saturday October 30th at my home. This will give me a better chance to maltepe escort bayan get to know the two of you. Please try on the costume and let my secretary know as soon as possible if it does not fit you properly. Please keep the identity of your costume a secret, even from your wife, until the night of the party.

As you will find out at the party I love to have fun so come prepared to really enjoy yourself. Take care.”

Amanda tiptoed away from the door puzzled. The video had basically the same words. She guessed Bennett wanted the video to be personal.

Randy opened the box and pulled out his costume. Shit. It was a… He laughed out loud when he saw the picture of a ball bat across the front of the boxers.

*****

Paul watched the video twice to make sure he didn’t miss anything. No big deal he thought as he opened the costume to find a set of plastic bull horns for his head and a long brown gown with a tail for his body. Lastly he pulled out a pair of boxers with the words “COW LICK” written on the front of them. At least I’m not wearing leotards. Paul thought. He put the costume back into the box and carried it up to his room. What all the secrecy was about he didn’t know.

“You still want to go to this party?” Paul asked his wife who was unusually quiet during their dinner.

“Yes………..I mean only if you do.” Sally said. Her mind kept drifting back to the skimpy panties and bra. Never in her life had she worn such sexy clothing. Just the thought was making her excited. Her mind moved to the possibility of being alone with Randy who she thought was a real hunk. Paul was the only man she had been intimate with and now after three years of marriage she had wondered if she should have done some experimenting before the wedding.

“Sure let’s go. It should be fun.” Paul said.

*****

Randy was reading the newspaper when he heard Amanda walk into the den. He figured she would turn on the TV like normal but was surprised when she stood directly in front of him. He glanced over the paper to see her face smiling. He slowly lowered the newspaper to see her bare neck, upper chest and finally her naked breasts.

“Damn.” He said, visibly shocked. Amanda never was naked outside their bedroom and bathroom.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come upstairs with me.” She asked in her best little girl’s voice.

Randy noticed she still had her panties on. “What did you have in mind?” His heart pounded in his chest.

“This.” She giggled as her fingers pinched the tight elastic of her bikini panties and pushed downward.

The newspaper fell to the floor as Randy watched and waited for her thick pubic mound to appear. Shit. The pink panties moved down showing a thin strip of curly hair leading downward to her………..shaved pussy lips. God. He had never seen a pussy shaved before.

“You like?” She giggled as she slowly spread her legs to give him a peek at her pink folds.

“Ahh…………..” He grunted. “YES! Why?”

Amanda thought about the new panties but knew she had to keep them a secret. “I read that it’s better for……….you know….”

Randy gave her a puzzled look.

“Oral sex.” She blushed.

Dan was really shocked now because normally she did not like oral sex. He had done it to her a few times but she would not go down on him at all. Sometimes she would kiss up and down the sides of his shaft.

“I don’t know what’s going on but I’m not complaining.” He said as he stood and followed her cute little behind up the stairs.

Amanda turned off the table lamp next to the bed and moved over to lie on her back. She grinned at her husband’s silhouette in the doorway light as he undressed. When he turned she saw the shape of his long seven inch hard-on. He moved to the bed to position himself in the normal missionary position but she grabbed him arm and push his head downward which brought his feet to her head.

Holy shit, Randy thought as they moved their bodies into the normally taboo sixty-nine position. He glanced back in the dim light to make sure it was truly his conservative wife who had her fingers wrapped around his prick and saw pulling to towards her opened lips.

“OH FUCK!” Randy cried out when her lips moved over and around the swollen crown of his prick. He quickly moved his own lips to the bare pussy lips next to his face. Her pussy juices met with the ones on his tongue as it plunged deeply into her moist depths.

Amanda realized it didn’t taste that bad as her lips sucked off the spitting juices of his pre-cum. Her own pussy was throbbing while his tongue danced over her hard clitoris and around and down her dripping slit.

“OHHH!” She screamed when his lips sucked in her hard knob and his tongue flicked rapidly across it. Her mouth opened wide and moved over the now familiar crown and down, down and down as far as her throat clearance would allow. Her lips against tightened and slowly moved back off. Again she did it and escort pendik again. She heard his warning but didn’t flinch as she held her lips tight feeling the pressure flying up the middle of his pole. The hot juices splattered against her throat and she quickly swallowed to keep breathing.

Randy felt his explosion and raced with his own tongue to get her off as well. COME BABY COME! His mind screamed as he concentrated on her clit. She did.

“OH GOD RANDY!” She cried as her mouth popped off of his shaft. Her hands held his face tightly against her lower stomach as she climaxed for the first time because of oral sex. Her ass moved up and suddenly fell. They were both spent.

Randy didn’t ask what had caused this suddenly escape from her conservative sexual practices. He didn’t want to ruin it.

*****

“What now?” Ellen asked her husband Dan when he tossed the invitation on the table. After their four people orgy in the gazebo with Tommy and Barbara the two of them had promised to not sway away again.

“Bennett is having a Halloween Party and guess who is invited?”

“Ah..could it be US?” Ellen said expanding on the ‘US’.

“I think once is enough.” Ellen continued. “It was fun but not really good for our marriage and my job.” She added thinking of having sex with one of her high school students.

“I think I am firmly planted enough in the company for us to say no to anyone’s advances. I know I’ll be able to.” Dan said without smiling.

“Hey, you were the first one to fuck someone else not me.” Ellen quickly added.

“I know. Bennett tricked us and put the pressure on us to do what we did. It won’t happen again.” Dan thought about the new lawyer’s cute wife and wondered if he did have enough reserve to turn down someone like her.

“I figured you would bring home the invitation because the costume boxes came today.” Ellen said smiling. “I’ve already opened up my costume and saw my video.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Sorry. I can’t tell you.” She laughed. “Your box is in the den.”

Dan quickly walked in and opened his box. What a stupid costume he said as he held it up. He put on the video tape and listened to his bosses instructions. He played it again trying to figure out Bennett’s angle. Somehow he would arrange it for everyone to fuck. He played the video again and still couldn’t come up with it with the angle.

Although neither said it they were both going to the party.

*****

Jake and Marty too were wondering just how Bennett would twist things around to get everyone to mess around with the other’s spouses. The last time he dangled the promotion carrot to get them to cross over the line. How would he use costumes and a Halloween party to do the same?

They put their costumes away and tried to forget about the party.

Maybe this time I’ll get a chance to fuck my best friend’s wife? Jake wondered as he watched the video. To see that high school kid’s smile when they came out of the gazebo was too much. He knew she had to be good in bed or anywhere else for that matter.

*****

It was the day of the party when Bennett’s door bell rang. He answered it to see Dr. Lawrence smiling.

“Hello Bill. The cute blonde doctor said as she walked past him into the house.

“Gina. Thanks for coming over.” Bill said. “I just want to go over what I need to do tonight to get everything to work properly.”

“Actually I was hoping you would ask me to stay and take part.” She grinned. “You do still have that Nun costume right?” He had invited her to come and be a nun but at first she had refused.

Bill grinned. “Sure honey. I have all the costumes you want to wear.” He had drooled thinking about how she looked under those clinging dresses and how her lips would look locked around his thick cock.

They walked into the house and over to the boxes of costumes. “Just my size.” She giggled as she picked out the Nun bag.

“Where can I put it on to see if it fits?” She asked looking around.

“Right here. I won’t look.” Bennett laughed.

“Yeah right.” She giggled. She took the plastic bag marked “Nun Size 6” and headed into the bathroom.

Gina took her time removing her dress, slip, bra and panties. She looked at her naked body in the large mirror and smiled. Not bad for a forty year old mother of two she said to herself. When Bennett first came to her with his idea she almost ran him out of her office. But, after a few days thinking about it she knew she had to try it out in the interest of science and for her own pleasure. Her shaven pussy was moist as she pulled the jet black panties up against it. The half-bra quickly snapped around her slightly sagging 36b boobs and the long black habit fell over her head. She tied the black belt around her waist and laughed at the long slit up the side almost to her hip. She took a deep breath and walked out to show the rich man.

Bill was smoking a cigar when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned and almost dropped the smoking stick. “Shit.” He said amazed at the site in front of him. Sister Gina Lawrence stood erect like his penis was soon to be.

“You like?” She asked as she turned quickly. The side slit opened showing him her bare leg and lower hip.

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Author’s Note: Are you getting sick of these notes? Well, too bad because here’s another one. I just wanted to thank everyone for their patience and support. The feeling seems to have migrated from “This is too slow and boring” to “This is too fast and orgy-ish” to “Take your time and write it as you please.” As I said, I’m not that far ahead of what I submit, and due to computer problems I just lost an entire chapter. I may be able to get it back, depending on whether the hard drive needs replacing, but if not then I’ll just have write it again. Remember to keep the feedback coming. Are you sick of hearing that too?

And another big thanks to MaginMan for the proofread. Here it is:

***

Chapter 13

Josh’s life was something of a double-edged sword in the days after his full-fledged sexual encounter with Dawn. On the one hand, he now had an amiable relationship with his erstwhile nemesis; he was able to satisfy his sexual urges almost whenever he wished; and though he and Jacquie hadn’t been intimate in over a week, they had settled into a comfortable relationship that Josh knew he couldn’t do without. On the other hand, he was having an incredibly hard time lying to his sisters or skirting certain issues whenever he spoke to them. Once he had committed his thoughts to his diary, Josh began to formulate a rudimentary solution to his problem. He needed to simplify things; to slow down and stop hurtling towards so many new experiences that they threatened to suffocate him. Of course, formulating this plan and implementing it were not equally simple. Dawn made sure of that.

She would pop up in the most unlikely places, or at the most bizarre moments, pattering Josh with her sexually charged lingo.

“Hey, Josh,” she would say, “I’ve got a craving for some cock,” or, “My clit is so swollen – can you lick it for me?”

Josh did his best to discourage her advances, but Dawn would have none of it.

“Slow down?” she said when Josh raised the point one Tuesday afternoon. “Why would I want to do that?”

“I just think we’re taking things a little too fast,” Josh replied, taking a step back against the wall. Dawn’s proximity was doing crazy things to his mind. The smell of her hair was like a hammer that was smashing his Time-To-Simplify plan to bits. Have I adopted the hippie motto? Josh thought to himself.

“Too fast?” Dawn said, her voice still – at this point – even. “We’re not dating Josh. We can do whatever we want.”

“I know,” Josh replied, fetching up against the wall. “I just…maybe it’d be better if we…you know…savoured what we were doing…rather than doing it so often.”

“Oh, so you don’t want to fuck me any more? Is that it?”

“No,” said Josh. “Of course not. I…I like fucking you. It’s great fun. Really great fun. I just…”

“Just what, Josh?” Dawn took a step forward, putting her palms flat on the wall on either side of Josh’s body. Her face was perilously close, looking innocently up at him with her big brown eyes sheltered beneath her eyelashes.

“…want to slow down,” Josh squeaked.

Dawn stared at him blankly for a moment; then she stepped back and looked at him as if he had gone quite mad. “What is wrong with you?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I thought teenage guys were supposed to be horny twenty-four seven. You should be…pulling my skirt down or something.”

“It’s not like I don’t want to,” Josh replied defensively. “I just…don’t want to do it so often that it becomes…boring.”

Dawn’s eyes flashed. “So I’m boring now, am I?”

“No…no! Of course not.”

“Well, sorry if I’m boring you Josh. I didn’t mean to be such drag. I guess having your cock sucked by your sister isn’t exciting enough for you!”

“Not what I said,” Josh replied feebly. Dawn wasn’t exactly taking this the way he had hoped. But then why should that surprise him? “I didn’t say you were boring. You’re not. You’re…far from it.”

“Far from it?” Dawn asked, calming down (Josh hoped – he could never tell with Dawn).

“Yes,” replied Josh. “Far, far from it. The complete opposite of boring.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“But you want to slow down?”

“If that’s all right with you.”

Dawn sighed and put her hands on her hips. “I suppose I should listen to you considering you’re the deep-and-meaningful-relationship guy.” Was that an insult or a compliment? Josh wondered. “So what exactly do you mean by slowing down? Can we still fuck?”

“Yes. But not every night.”

Dawn snorted. “Well that’s no fun.”

“We might get caught, Dawn!”

“We didn’t get caught the other night.”

“But we could have been. It’s dangerous.”

“Okay, okay,” Dawn said, sighing. “No daily-fucking. What about all the other stuff?”

“We can do that too. Just not every time the others have a toilet break or something. We have to be alone.”

Dawn sighed again. “Fine.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“All right.”

Dawn looked down at the floor for a minute and then back up. “Wanna go make out?”

“Sure.”

***

Josh kartal escort began to experience pangs of guilt whenever he was around Jacquie. He felt almost as though he had betrayed her by shacking up so shamelessly with Dawn. He did, however, still have the desire to be with Jacquie again, to be nervous and tender and exploratory. Not only that but he really enjoyed their subtle flirting. Subtle was a word completely foreign to his other, raven-haired sister.

“Good day today?” Jacquie asked once she’d returned home and started on dinner. Dawn had slipped out the door soon after saying she might be late so they could eat without her. Josh had wondered into the kitchen and offered his services, which Jacquie had greatly accepted and asked him to start peeling some carrots.

”Not bad,” Josh replied.

“Things going okay with Valerie?”

“Yeah. They’re good.”

“And the whole friendship thing?”

“It’s nice. I’ve never really had a close female friend before.” Jacquie turned towards him with a wounded expression. “Excluding you, of course,” Josh quickly replied.

“Nice try,” Jacquie said with a smile.

“You’re more than a friend, Jacquie – you know that.”

“Sorry, Josh, but flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

“You once told me it would get me pretty damn far.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re after, is it?” Jacquie asked him with a grin.

“Wh— no. No, I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to…”

“Josh,” said Jacquie, leaning closer, “you’re rambling.”

“Oh,” said Josh sheepishly. “Right. I’ll just, uh, peel these carrots.”

“Good idea,” Jacquie said, smiling warmly at him.

Half an hour later, Alice arrived home, her face glittering with her usual optimism and her hair done up in… Pigtails, Josh realised with a sinking feeling.

“Hey, you two,” she said, putting her bag down on the table.

“Hey, Al,” Jacquie called over her shoulder.

“Hi,” Josh mumbled, staring down at the carrot he had in his hand.

Alice walked up behind Josh and leaned around him. “Ooh, they look nice,” she said, pinching a peeled carrot.

“Hands off,” Jacquie said.

Alice walked off towards the stairs with the stolen carrot in hand. She disappeared for several minutes and returned downstairs in a different top. Josh’s eyes were drawn to the folds between her breasts. Alice! he reminded himself.

Laura came home an hour after that, and sat down at the table looking exhausted. “Rough day?” Jacquie asked her.

“Very,” Laura replied, accepting a glass of water from Alice. “You’ve got dinner started?”

“Under control,” Jacquie replied.

“Thanks, girls.”

“Hey!” Josh barked resentfully.

“Sorry, dear,” Laura replied.

Jacquie laughed and put her arm around Josh’s shoulders. “Can’t forget about our little man of the house, can we?”

She made gave Josh a sloppy kiss on his forehead, and it took him a moment to realise he would have to react angrily.

“Argh, yuck!” he cried vehemently.

Alice laughed along with Jacquie. The laughing made Josh’s irritation real. He watched his mother leave the room and then raised his foot and kicked Jacquie in the butt.

“Josh!” Jacquie cried. She looked at him with open-mouthed amusement. “You’re not supposed to do that to girls.”

“Your point?”

Behind Jacquie, Alice opened her mouth in shock, her eyes holding the same amusement that Jacquie’s were. “He’s like this all the time,” Jacquie told Alice with a roll of her eyes.

Josh turned smugly back to the carrots, pleased he had gotten the last word. It was always a possibility when Dawn wasn’t involved.

When the meal was prepared and on the table, Dawn was still nowhere to be seen, so they ate without her. Josh had never thought he would force himself to stare at Jacquie’s breasts to deter his wandering eyes; but at this point it seemed the lesser of two evils. Alice never dressed in a slutty fashion, and never wore clothes that even came close to Dawn’s outrageous attire. But she did tend to cling to her older items and as such many of them were slightly small on her, as the top she wore now was. So Josh scolded himself for looking and trained his eyes firmly on Jacquie’s large melons. That’s better.

Primetime television wiled away the rest of the night, Josh taking the opportunity to focus instead on the female newsreader’s rack. Dawn still wasn’t home though, and it looked like she’d be out late.

Eventually, tired with the reality trash that his mother and sisters insisted on watching, he retired to his room and read the books that Alice had given him for his birthday. But then the books triggered memories of Alice, and Alice triggered memories of Alice’s breasts, and…where the hell is Dawn!?

Josh took a deep, calming breath and kept reading.

***

Josh woke up the next morning without being aware he’d fallen asleep. The Iliad was lying beside him and the bed was still made. He rubbed his eyes and walked down the hall to the bathroom. maltepe escort bayan Falling asleep so suddenly had screwed up his sense of time. He felt as though he was late for school, when in fact he was up earlier than he usually was.

The water from the showerhead did wonders for his sleepy body. He donned his uniform once he was back in his room and headed downstairs. Apparently, no one was up yet. It was strange, not seeing Jacquie in the kitchen, preparing breakfast – her smile was usually the first thing that greeted him in the morning. He walked into the living room to watch some TV to pass the time.

Apparently, someone was up, if not awake. Dawn was reclined on one of the sofas, snoring loudly with a pillow clutched in her arms. Josh grinned when he noticed her.

It was always endearing to watch Dawn sleep, and he’d had the chance to do that up-close recently. But with her snoring like a lawnmower – something she’d never done before that he knew of – Josh struggled to refrain from bursting into laughter. He couldn’t refrain though, from walking up to her and pinching her nose closed. She snorted a few times, jerked awake and opened her eyes.

“Josh!” she yelled, loud enough to wake the rest of the house. “You little fucker!” Josh held onto his stomach, doubling up with laughter. “I am going to kill you!” Dawn squealed.

She made no attempt at the moment, however, as Josh suspected she was still too dazed with sleep. She sat up and glared at him indignantly. “You bastard. What’d you do that for!?”

“Entertainment,” Josh replied.

“I’ll give you entertainment, you little wanker.”

Josh continued laughing. “You were snoring, you know?”

Dawn opened her eyes and mouth wide with offence. “I was not! I never snore.”

“Beg to differ,” said Josh.

“You’re lying.”

“Nope.”

“Fuck you.”

“Right back atcha.”

Dawn gave him a “very funny” look. “You’re such a turd, you know that.” She swung around and planted her feet on the floor, leaning over to rub the sleep from her eyes. Josh noticed that she was still wearing the clothes she had been wearing yesterday – her going-out clothes, which included the khaki skirt that had ridden right up her legs and was showing off a pair of pink cotton panties. His cock responded immediately.

Dawn looked up and stood. She walked towards him and stopped two feet away. “See these?” she said, grabbing her tits, “no morning snack for you.”

Josh would have apologised fervently if the others hadn’t been upstairs and likely to walk in on them at any minute, given the volume of Dawn’s indignant cries.

Dawn spun around and flounced irritably from the room. Josh was sad to see her go. So was his cock.

It wasn’t the best start to the day, and it certainly wasn’t going to make it a good one. In Josh’s experience, whenever he repressed his sexual tension he tended to come down with minor stomach cramps. So into the toilet he went to engage in his first masturbation session for a while. It was so dull compared to what it had to live up to though, and all it did was empty hormones – which, in the end, was all Josh needed it to do. Satisfied, he left the bathroom.

Jacquie was alighting from the stairs just as Josh walked into the kitchen. “Morning,” she said. Boy did she look gorgeous. Apparently all Josh’s sisters looked extremely attractive when they were just waking up. “You’re up early.”

“Went to bed early,” Josh replied.

Jacquie headed towards the kitchen counter and started on breakfast. If Josh hadn’t just blown his load all over a wad of tissues, he would have found it hard to keep his concentration off the bare stretch of legs beneath Jacquie’s robe.

Then again, he thought, as Dawn bounded down the stairs, at least Jacquie wears a robe. It was typical Dawn fair to come down to breakfast wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a sports bra. None of the others ever seemed to find this peculiar, but in the past, Josh had never been able to make his toast interesting enough to take his eyes off her. He’d never realised what it was at that point though. Now he did: sheer, unadulterated lust!

Dawn glared darkly at him as she entered the kitchen. As she walked past him towards the fridge, she took advantage of Jacquie’s turned back and brushed a hand over Josh’s crotch and stuck her tongue out at him. Bitch, Josh thought as he stared at her ass while she leaned over to inspect the interior of the fridge. She was doing that on purpose!

“You working today, Dawn?” Jacquie asked her as she pulled a bottle of juice out of the fridge.

“No.”

“Can you pick Josh up from school then?”

Dawn glanced suspiciously at Josh as though he had planned this. “Why?”

“I’m going to see Leah again – take her shopping to cheer her up.”

“And you want me to pick up Josh?”

“If you can.”

“I’ll walk,” Josh interjected.

“It’s going to be a hundred today!” Jacquie informed him.

“I don’t mind,” Josh replied.

“Don’t be stupid,” said Jacquie. “Can escort pendik you pick him up, Dawn?”

Dawn grinned widely at Josh, and behind that grin, Josh could see the promise of mischief. “Sure. I’ll take you now if you want too.”

“Thanks, Dawn,” said Jacquie.

Josh, cursing both sisters, turned around and stormed back upstairs. In his room, he packed his books roughly into his bag and sat on his bad and looked out the window. Bloody hell, it looked hot outside even this early in the day. Not as hot as Dawn though, thought Josh. Damn! Why can’t I ever just be angry with her without thinking about her ass?

Josh was roused from his thoughts by none other than Dawn’s voice, calling from downstairs. “Time to go, Joshy,” she shouted. He kicked his bed and then picked up his bag and walked downstairs. The front door was open and Dawn was already walking down the driveway.

“See ya,” he muttered to Jacquie.

“Bye,” Jacquie replied. “Have a good day.”

Not likely, Josh thought slamming the door behind him. He walked down the driveway and around to the passenger side of Dawn’s car. It was a hatchback – a real chick’s car. Josh glared angrily at it noting that Dawn owned a pair of panties that were the exact same green as the car. He opened the door and climbed in beside her.

“Ready to go to school, Joshy?” she asked in a mocking tone.

“Shut up,” Josh snapped.

“Oh, is Joshy still upset? Maybe I should talk to your teacher.” Josh turned to glare at her and Dawn burst into laughter. She turned the engine on, looked over her shoulder, and backed out of the driveway.

“When are you going to get your license?” Dawn asked.

“When I’m ready,” Josh replied shortly.

“Driving’s fun you know,” Dawn said, glancing at Josh with a smile. “You get to use this big, hard gearstick.” She slid her hand up and down it for emphasis.

Josh narrowed his eyes as Dawn laughed again. “It feels really good in my hand, Josh – kind of like something else. I can’t remember what though.”

Dawn was clearly enjoying watching Josh bristle with fury. She taunted him in this vein the entire way, until they reached Josh’s school. Dawn didn’t make the correct turn though – she continued past the main gate and swung into a side street where she parked the car on the side of the road.

“Why are we stopping here?”

“You’re still early,” said Dawn indicating the clock.

“So? Just drop me off.”

“In a minute,” said Dawn. “Let’s talk first.”

“About what?” Josh snapped.

“About how you’re still angry with me, and about how I can change that.” Dawn unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the gearbox to Josh, putting her hands on his chest. “Want me to make it up to you?”

“Dawn!” Josh exclaimed. “We’re right next to my school!”

“No, we’re not,” said Dawn, looking outside the windows. She turned back to Josh with a seductive smile. “How ‘bout we play naughty teacher and failing student. You can be the teacher if you like.”

“Dawn!” Josh glanced nervously around, looking for goggle-eyed passers-by. There were none though, and no cars were in the street they had turned into. Not that it mattered – Dawn was already unzipping his fly.

“I really need to pass this class,” she said musically, her hand snaking its way down to Josh’s underwear. She yanked them down and pulled his cock out. “I’ll do anything, sir.”

Josh cast a last, anxious look around as Dawn lowered her head, one hand holding her hair back, and sucked his cock into her mouth. Josh exhaled deeply, his eyes shutting of their own accord.

“Mmm,” Dawn purred. She was slowly moving her mouth up and down Josh’s very erect cock. The way she was holding her hair back in her hand was turning Josh on for some reason.

He put a hand on her back and another on the door handle; he only hoped Dawn’s ass wasn’t sticking up above the windows – that would make it extremely simple for people walking past to figure out what was going on. Josh couldn’t spare much thought for them though, as his mind was lost in the elation Dawn was making him feel.

She licked her way off his cock. “Having fun, Josh?”

“Yeah,” Josh gasped.

“Am I doing it right, sir?” Dawn asked in a voice younger than her own. “Is this how I’m supposed to suck cock?”

Dawn’s words, as always, drove Josh crazy. He had cum once already this morning but he didn’t see it being a problem again; not with Dawn using her tongue like that. God!

She wasn’t keeping quiet either, but making those muffled sounds that porn stars always liked to make when they were doing the same thing. “Fuck,” Josh said aloud.

Dawn didn’t slow down a bit; she kept sliding her mouth up and down until the pressure in Josh’s balls became too much. “I’m gonna cum,” he gasped out. Dawn, however, didn’t lift her head; she simply stopped moving it, with close to Josh’s entire length inside her mouth. He started to cum, squirting it up inside her mouth. He wasn’t sure how she managed to take it like that without gagging or choking, but she was – all of it. She slurped it down as quickly as it spilled from Josh’s cock until there was none left, and Dawn was sucking hungrily on his softening cock for more. When she’d extracted the last drop she looked up at Josh and grinned. “Mmm. Thanks for breakfast.”

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I see the vague outline of a beautiful woman slowly taking my dick in and out of her mouth. This is a woman who has had a lot of experience with this sort of thing, since there is no way an amateur could work the muscles and tongue like this. My hands move to her head and I feel her hair in my hand. She starts to take my shaft deep into her throat and I feel her tongue send additional pleasure by working my balls. I let out a soft moan to show my appreciation and her mysterious eyes focus on my face.

My eyes open from the incredibly erotic dream and I smile as I can still feel everything like a perfect echo. It takes a brief moment for me to realize the sensation is not just some incredibly powerful remnant from a dream, but the sensation on my dick is very real. I feel her hair in my hands and there is no change of pace, regardless of my waking state. I can sense someone else in the room and my eyes start to clear of the morning fog.

I look over and see my father standing next to me with a smile on his face. He holds a finger to his lips to ensure I don’t say anything and have every intention of lying back and enjoying the best blowjob of my life. I wonder if he got me a prostitute for my birthday, since that would explain the sensation tearing though my body. I look between my legs and get a little startled by discovering the owner of that wonderful mouth.

There is no doubt the woman is my mother and she is smiling with her mouth wrapped tightly around my cock. My hands are holding onto her long red hair and her hazel eyes show satisfaction at her work. I think this must be a dream, but all the details are far too clear for that to truly be the case. My hazel eyes lock onto my mother’s face and I cannot pull my gaze away as her head moves up and down very slowly.

My father grins and says, “You’re mom is one hell of a cocksucker.”

I let out a moan as she takes my entire shaft into her throat, then say, “Oh fuck.”

He looks at my mother and says, “Guess that means he agrees. Now, Bart, you need to tell us when you’re about to cum. You’re going to see something really fucking hot.”

I nod and find his eyes are looking at my mother’s mouth working my cock and there is something odd in his brown eyes. My eyes move from his face I focus them on her lips as she slowly releases my shaft from her throat. I let out another moan as she starts to work my shaft with her hand. There is no way I can last much longer, but don’t want it to end. I have never felt anything like this before and can’t believe my mother’s mouth and hands are causing this much pleasure to course through my body.

Once on the verge of release, I say, “Oh fuck, mom. I’m going to cum. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck.”

Her mouth moves so just the tip of my dick is inside of her and she starts to work my shaft like a pro. I close my eyes as my body starts to quake with a fury. My hands grip her hair tightly and I try to pull her head down, but she ignores the discomfort of my action. I manage to open my eyes and see my cum start to drip down my shaft, since her mouth is completely full. She continues to work my shift with a vengeance until I have no more cum to give her. The explosion was far too short lived for my taste, but that was one hell of a blowjob to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.

She releases the head of my dick and I am watching to see her swallow what I have given her. Instead, she gets up and quickly places her lips to my father’s and she shares my load with him. Some of my cum drips onto his chin while her tongue is clearly moving with dominance over him. I never thought seeing something like this could ever be erotic, but I cannot deny there is something very sexy about the whole thing.

Their lips part when there is no more of my cum for them to share and her hand, which is coated with my cum, starts to work his very hard dick.. She gets on her knees and aims the head of his cock towards her tits. There is nothing really extraordinary about either of them, since his cock seems to be about the same size as mine and her tits are medium sized. Even her nipples don’t stand out all that much, since they are only a few shades darker than her pale flesh.

That does not stop me from watching with great interest. I should turn in revulsion at seeing my mother jerk off my father, but I cannot look away. He lets out a groan as he starts his orgasm and my mother makes certain both of her tits are covered by his creamy release. Once he is finished, my mother takes the head of his cock into her mouth and greedily swallows what remains.

This is definitely one hell of a show they are putting on and I am about to say as much, but my mother releases the head of his dick and he moves his mouth to her tits. He starts to lick and suck up everything he can find and is doing a damned good job with leaving nothing. The man must really love it, because he is very thorough for there to be any other reason. Once he is satisfied there is no cum left to be found, his lips press kartal escort to hers and this time it is his tongue that is very dominant. More of the white substance drips out of their mouths and adds to what is already there from my release.

Their lips part again and I see a string of cum stay attached to both of their lips. It snaps in two and disappears against their cum covered mouths. I am at a complete loss for words as I am trying to wrap my mind around what I just saw. They turn to leave and my eyes move quite unnervingly to her ass. I see some signs of sagging on her cheeks and find myself enjoying the movement that comes with each step she takes.

I slowly get out of bed and follow them without any concern over my naked body. Hell, if they can walk around in the buff, then so can I. I follow them to the table in the kitchen and my father takes a seat. None of us say anything as my mother starts a pot of copy, then sits next to him. I take a seat and see both of their faces have cum that is just starting to crust on their lips and chins. My eyes move to my mother’s tits and she gives no sign of embarrassment over my clear ogling of them. Much like her ass, there are signs of sagging, but somehow find them a very pleasurable viewing experience.

My mother asks, “Well, Bart, what did you think of your wake up?”

I struggle to find the right words, then say, “It was interesting, mom.”

My father laughs, then says, “I’ll bet it was. Your mother’s a damned good cocksucker, isn’t she?”

I move my eyes from her tits to her face and I find no sign of embarrassment in regards to the words he just used, then say, “Yes.”

My mother smirks a little as she says, “Go ahead, Bart, you can say it. I’m not going to be embarrassed by being called a cocksucker by you.”

I feel my cheeks get a little red and look over at the painfully small amount of coffee in the pot, then say, “Alright, mom. Dad’s right. You are a damned good cocksucker.”

Her smirk turns to a smile, then she says, “Thank you, Bart. I’m glad you think so. Now what did you think of seeing your father and I do the things we did after I made you cum?”

My father has an odd look on his face, which I can’t quite place, as he says, “Be honest with us, Bart?”

The coffee pot is starting to get close to having enough of something I really need right now, which gives my eyes something to focus on that isn’t my parents naked bodies sitting across form me. I am really struggling to find the right words, but it isn’t easy. There is just too much there to give a simple answer. I cannot wait any longer, so I get up and am very aware at the two sets of eyes that are staring at my flaccid dick. I walk over to the coffee pot and grab a cup, then start to fill it with the black substance of life.

As I pour, I ask, “Anyone else want a cup?”

They both respond quickly in the negative and I set the pot back to continue to fill. Then take a sip and let the warmth wash over my body. I return to the table and set the cup down on the surface of the table. I once again take my seat across from them and know they are waiting patiently for my answer. My mind is still trying to comprehend everything my eyes had shown it and I am not certain what I think of the affair I witnessed.

My eyes look down into the blackness of my coffee and I say, “It’s a lot to take in. The first thing that comes to mind is disturbing. But, hell, I don’t know. Something else. Erotic is not quite the word, but I can’t think of anything else to describe it. So, disturbingly erotic is the closest I can think of.”

My eyes move from the black of my coffee to my mother’s face and she is very pleased with what she just heard me say. I move my gaze to my father’s face and he is looking for more than just pleased. There is a sense of excitement in his brown eyes, which I find to be oddly interesting.

My father laughs as he says, “Disturbingly erotic. I like it, Bart. Now your mother and I have some things to tell you, OK?”

I have no idea where they are headed with all of this, so I simply nod and say, “OK, dad.”

He says, “I know you’re going to be tempted to say something before we get a chance to finish. Hell, Bart, probably a lot of things, but please let us finish. There are some things you might find even more disturbing than what you saw us do. All we ask is that you hear us out without interruption.”

I cannot fathom how anything can be more disturbing than what I witnessed and very tempted to tell them just that, but I nod and say, “You’ve got it, dad.”

My eyes move to my mother’s face as she says, “Before you were born, your father and I had certain sexual proclivities, which we discovered early in our relationship. I like to fuck other men and your father likes to watch. Doesn’t even matter which hole a guy would stick his dick into. Hell, Bart, it makes me so damned horny to see him watching me get fucked hard and filled with someone else’s cum.”

My eyes maltepe escort bayan turned to my father in this much practiced speech, as he says, “Not just horny, Bart. She could be taking a cock in the ass and have one hell of an orgasm, which is something that just doesn’t happen any other time your mother has anal sex. For me, what really got me, was when a guy would cum inside of her and she would push it out of her body. But the part I loved the most is drinking their cum from wherever it happened to be dripping out of her. Ass, pussy, mouth, doesn’t matter one bit.”

He wasn’t kidding when he told me it would be disturbing. My eyes move down to my cup and I take another sip. I want to say a great deal, but I made a promise and I will keep it. I put the cup down and maintain my view of my coffee. No child should ever hear about the sexual exploits of their parents and I should have the desire to leave the table. However, this just isn’t the case and I find their words to be erotic.

My mother says, “Your father never drank all of it. We always shared, just like we did with your cum and his. Fact is, Bart, we both love the taste of cum. We both love the feeling of swallowing it. It was almost always with just one guy, but I did try a gang bang once. It was your fathers idea, since it was supposed to give us a lot more cum to share.

“The problem with fucking five guys and having them cum inside me in different places is the feeling of being rushed. Sure there was more for us to share, but we didn’t get to really enjoy it. Not the way we enjoy me getting fucked by just one guy.”

My father says, “We haven’t done anything like that since you were born. We never wanted you to see us like that. Neither of us ever wanted you to see us in any kind of negative light. We wanted you to think we were normal parents when it comes to having sex. Now, Bart, you’re probably wondering why we’re telling you now?”

My mother says, “Simple enough reason for it, Bart. You are eighteen and legally old enough to make some very important decisions when it comes to sex. Your father and I have talked this over for many years and we want to continue what we were doing. But not with just anyone. Bart, we want you to join us.”

My eyes are still focused on the black of my coffee and I take a sip, which is no longer necessary due to the unfortunate cooling process. Once again, my mind was trying to wrap itself around something I could not full fathom. My parents had never come across as comfortable when it came to matters of sex. Now they’re speaking very cavalierly about far more than just the sex talk they had with me many years ago.

My father says, “Think about it this way, Bart. By joining us, you get to have anal whenever you want. Pretty damn rare for a woman to give up her ass. You’ll never have to wear a condom again. Feels a lot better without the damn things getting in the way.”

My mother says, “Not just my ass, Bart. We weren’t going to tell you this right away, but decided to be completely honest with you. We would never push this on you, but if you are ever inclined, you can fuck your father’s ass.”

My father says, “That’s right. My ass, my mouth, whatever you want. Hell, if you ever get the itch, I’ll fuck your ass as well. But if you have no interest anything like that, no problem. We understand completely. Very few guys have any interest in doing anything like that, so we will never bring it up again. Unless you want us to.”

My mom says, “There you have it, Bart. Any hole you want, whenever your father and I are together. Neither of us will ever say no to you.”

My father says, “That’s right. We both have to be there before anything can happen. Other than that, Bart, you’re in complete control of everything.”

My mother says, “I know we’re asking a lot from you and we don’t want an answer right away. Why don’t you go take a shower and think it over. Then let us know. If you say no, fine. We’d be a little disappointed, but we’ll get over it. If you say yes, great. Means you’re in for one hell of a ride.”

They both get up to grab a cup of coffee and my eyes move to my mother’s ass. There is something exciting about seeing her cheeks bounce as she walks. I should be completely disgusted over everything they just said, especially the part about my father’s bisexual proclivity. However, I can’t say that I feel much of anything right now, since there is far too much swirling around in my mind. I finish my coffee and leave the room. They’re right, I need to take a shower and clear my head. I step into the shower and begin to wash my body and let the thoughts form naturally.

My initial thought is not being able to do what they want. To start, they’re my parents and incest just isn’t my thing. Sure my mom has a damned good body for a woman her age, but she is still my mother. Then there is the problem with what my father wants to do. I know they said they would never bring it up again, but I know it is something escort pendik he greatly desires. If I go through with this, then it has to be all the way. I have never even come close to thinking of bisexuality as something I desire and the idea of being with a man like that is something that sickens me just a little.

Then again, that was a damned good blowjob. I don’t have much experience in the ways of sex, but enough to know I want her to do it again. Only next time, I want to be awake for everything. So what if my parents like to share my cum? If it means I get my dick sucked like that whenever I want, then I can learn to live with it.

There is also being able to fuck her pussy without ever putting a condom on again. I have had my dick in some tight pussy, but always with that damned thing on. I just never really got to fully enjoy it as much as I would have otherwise. So what if my father wants to suck my cum out of her pussy? If it means I get to cum inside of her pussy whenever I wish, then that is also something I can learn to live with. Damn, I can’t believe I’m actually considering any of this.

The final caveat is guaranteed anal. I have tried to get every girlfriend I have ever had to let me try it with them, but it was always to a resounding negative. The idea of having access to her asshole is one that cannot be ignored. I find I can push the idea of incest as being wrong far to the back of my mind. Even if that were the only hole I had access to, it would be more than enough for me to go through with it.

My newfound acceptance of having and incestuous relationship with my parents aside, there is still the issue of my father. I just don’t know if I can do what he wants. Then again, maybe I can start off with something small and go from there. Something along the lines of getting a hand job before fucking my mother’s ass. Hell, if I can do that, then I can probably get around to do the other things he wants to do with me. After all, if I can consider joining them as something very erotic, which there is no doubt in my mind that I do, then fucking my father in the ass is really not that far removed from anything else I am considering.

Considering is not the right word to use, since it does not really mean what I want it to. I’m going to do this, no matter how strange this situation is. If they want to share my cum, then so be it. I turn off the shower and step out with a very hard dick that needs to be buried inside my mother pretty damned quick.

I step into the kitchen and my parents are both waiting eagerly for my answer. Both of their eyes fall to my very hard dick, which gives plenty of indication as to my answer. They both start to grin in great anticipation of the wonders to come from my decision. My mother’s hazel eyes sparkle beneath her red hair. My father’s brown eyes are filled with lust and great yearning for action.

My mother does not move her eyes away from my very hard dick, as she says, “Guess we know what the answer is.”

I nod, even though neither can see my head move, then say, “I’ll do it. I’ll join you and give you both plenty of cum to share.”

My father grins and says, “Glad to hear it, Bart. You’re going to have a lot of fun with us.”

I smile a little as I say, “I’m sure I will, dad. And you might as well both know. I’m in with everything.”

My mother lifts her gaze from my dick to my eyes and asks, “You mean you’re going to be with your father like that?”

I smile and say, “I’m not going to fuck his ass, at least not right away. I’m going to start off slow and work my way up to it.”

My father continues to stare at my cock with great desire as he excitedly says, “Hot damn, Bart. You won’t regret this one bit. We’ll take it as slow as you want. Just keep this in mind. Your mother likes to swallow cum out of my ass, just as much as I like to do it to her.”

My mother grins widely and says, “Enough foreplay, you two. Let’s get to bed and have some fun.”

My father goes to the cabinet and pulls out a shot glass, which leads me to say, “Kind of early for that. Don’t you think?”

My mother grins wickedly and says, “It’s to hold the cum before we drink it.”

I shrug my shoulders and say, “Whatever works, I guess.”

We move to their bedroom and my mother lays on her back with her legs spread very wide. I take my time admiring her pussy, which is mostly free from blockage from her lips. I notice for the first time there is no sign of a single pubic hair and get very excited. If my dick weren’t already hard, it would be as a result of seeing my mother like this. She pulls her lips apart and I see a wide open hole that is just calling out to my dick.

She lifts her legs and I can see another hole that is also calling out to me. It looks amazingly tight and my dick actually ges a little bigger. Her hands move to either side of her cheeks and she spreads her asshole open a little for my viewing pleasure. My eyes are locked onto her asshole and I know precisely what I am about to do.

My father is kneeling beside her and looks at my dick as he says, “Take your pick, Bart.”

There is no need for clarification as I have already decided, so I look into my mother’s hazel eyes and say, “I’m going to fuck your ass, mom.”

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This is a true story that happened to me right after my divorce. I’m hoping she returns, but maybe that will be a story for next year. Enjoy.

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Since my divorce I’ve encountered women everywhere that are either in a similar situation I was in, or are still in one. My situation was, that my spouse just stopped liking sex, no its not me, just one of those things that happen to some marriages. Right after my divorce I moved back to Texas, wasn’t looking forward to the lonely holidays, because of being away from my kids. Halloween was the first holiday to come along, after the move and divorce, if I’d known things were going to be like this, I’d not been so down about the holidays.

I moved into a neighborhood that had quite a few families in it. One I like the quietness of the streets at night, and not having to worry about loud parties at all hours of the night and day. I decorated the house moderately for Halloween, I’ve never been one to spoil the fun of children just because I’m going through personal issues. I bought a lot of candy and some silly toys for the kids, and patiently waited for the trick or treaters to start showing.

Just about dusk, I got the first doorbell of the night, I got up and turned on the CD player next to the door, I had it timed just right for as I opened the door, a blood curdling scream came out from behind me, making the kids waiting jump. I’m not a tall man, but a big man, barrel chested and still fairly massive from my weight lifting days. I was dressed in a black hooded robe, I’d changed the front porch light to a black light and had painted my face in some paint that only is seen under a black light. So as I swung the door open suddenly, the scream and the appearance of me and my glowing face, (it looked kinda like a glowing skull), the kids screamed bloody murder, one actually turned and ran back to his parents waiting at the curb. Once the initial scare was over, the kids started laughing, I handed out the candy and toys, wishing them all a Happy Halloween. This continued off and on through out the night, actually I was a little disappointed in that there weren’t more showing up.

At a little past 10, I hadn’t had anyone show up for almost 30 minutes, and was about to turn off the front light when the door bell rang again. I turned on the CD, waited, then swung the door up quickly, but instead of trick or treaters waiting, was the most beautiful woman I’d seen in a very long time. She jumped a little, then giggled, her giggle alone made my dick twitch. She was a vision of anything but Halloween, she was about 5′ 2″, very small, very petite, her long flowing blonde hair reached to almost the bottom of her buttocks. Her eyes even in the black light, I could tell were almost an ice blue, her mouth was small and pouty, I was truly amazed. My cock started to twitch and rise. When the woman saw my puzzled look, she giggled and tried to explain. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, I’d brought my daughter by earlier, and I was watching you with the kids, you are truly amazing. For the rest of the night, all she could talk about was the man in the black robe that scared her so badly. It was the highlight of the night for her and I wanted to come back and say thank you.” I smiled and replied, “Oh the pleasure has been all mine, I love kids, and miss mine so much. I did this hoping it’d help me cope with not having them close.” She frowned, and I continued. “I’m divorced, and they live in another state with their mother. escort bostancı I only get to see them in the summer.”

“How sad, I know that must be hard, on you.” And with the word hard, her eyes traveled down towards my crotch, when her eyes met mine again she smiled. I put my hand out and said, “I’m Jerry, you want to come in for some witches brew?” She took my hand, hers was soft and cool, as our hands met, I could feel her trembling. I stepped back to make room for her to enter the house, she entered and I closed the door. Turning she smiled and said, “I’m Terrie.”

“Terrie it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I said, “Where’s your daughter now?”

“Oh, her dad picked her up and took her to his part of town to finish the night of trick or treating. I’m divorced also.” She explained with a smile. We headed into the den, I offered her a spot on the love seat and asked. “So name your poison Terrie, I have beer, gin, rum, bourbon.”

“Mmmmm, I’d love a gin and tonic.” she purred. I went to the wet bar and mixed up a couple of drinks and returned. I had pushed back the hood of the robe and then we sat and talked for a few minutes. Exchanging the usual banter of age, how long divorced, birth places, and such. I could feel an attraction forming between us, and soon felt very uncomfortable about the paint on my face, even though it wasn’t visible under regular lighting, I wasn’t sure if she would be able to feel it or taste it, if we got that far. I excused myself telling her I was going to change out of the robe and wash the flourescent paint off my face. As I stood, her hand caressed my thigh, “Please, don’t, I think you’re very handsome in your robe, and was wondering what it’d be like to have the devil himself.” I laughed, thinking she was teasing me, but when she stood, her hand sliding up my thigh, she stood on her tip toes, took my face in her hands and our lips came closer together. As they got closer I could feel her trembling even more, her breath against my lips, our lips barely touching. I felt her tongue probing my lips, I opened my mouth, and our tongues caressed the others.

As we parted from that first kiss, a smile grew on her face, and a look of mischievousness came to her eyes. “Can we put the black lights in your bedroom?” she asked. I smiled and nodded, went to the front door, and removed the darkened bulb. I led her into my bedroom, she stood in the doorway while I changed the bulbs in the lamb by the bed. I removed the shade so that the effect would be at its best. I turned for her approval, “Where’s the paint that you used?” she asked. “In the bathroom, down the hall on the left.” I told her. She then told me to go back into the den until she called me, she disappeared into the bathroom. It seemed like hours, but I know it was only a few minutes, I soon heard her voice calling to me.

I could see she’d turned the black light on, I walked into my bedroom, there on the bed naked, I saw her laying there. She’d taken the paint and highlighted different parts of her body, I was amazed to see her glowing like this. I almost laughed, but knew that she’d done this for me, and I was touched by her quick resourcefulness. While in the den, I’d taken the liberty to remove my shorts and underwear, as I walked to the side of the bed, my cock started to rise from the fold of the robe. “Looks like something’s rising from the dead.” She said with a giggle. She leaned forward, and let her tongue flick across the opening in my cock head.

She ümraniye escort looked up at me, she’d drawn an arrow going from her forehead down her nose, at the tip of her nose the arrows pointed v went back up under both eyes along her cheek bones. I moaned as she took me all the way into her throat, I could feel my cum rising, her hand cupping my balls, as the tightened in preparation for my cumming she pulled back looking up at me and whispered, “Not yet.” She lay back and spread her legs and up along the insides of both legs were two more long arrows pointing up towards her bald pussy. In the black light I could see her juices glistening, flowing from her down the crack of her ass. I leaned down, as I got closer the design she’d drawn on her stomach and pubic area started to focus, it was like a tattoo tribal design coming together I realized it said ‘lick me here’, this woman was amazing. I traced my tongue along the crease of her leg, letting my tongue get its first taste of her juices from the area between her pussy and ass.

She tasted so sweet, it was thick and clear, I’d never before had a woman that had juices like this. I traced her outer lips up to the top of her crack, then down the other lip. Back at the top, I let my tongue just barely graze her slit. Savoring her taste and smell, letting the tip of my tongue just barely touch her asshole, I could feel it move in approval. I moved back up to the top of her slit, I pressed my tongue into her folds. Moving downward I could feel her clit hood and was pleased to find her clit hard and erect, poking out from her hood proudly. I spread her pussy lips and saw that her clit was the size of the tip of my little finger. I licked it, and took it into my mouth sucking it like a little dick. She moaned and thrust her hips into my face, her hands going inside the hood of the robe, finding my long hair she gripped the back like the reigns of a horse.

Guiding my tongue to where she needed it, to make it the most enjoyable. My tongue plunged deep into her pussy hole, the heat and tightness were intense. Her juices were flowing out faster than I could lick up, the sheets below her were getting wet as well. She placed her legs over my shoulders and lifted a bit, I smiled to myself knowing what she desired. I spread her ass cheeks and could see her ass hole, it was covered in her pussy juice and glistened brightly. I lightly and gently let my tongue flick around the tight little brown ring. She groaned out her approval, I started to gently probe into her tight little hole, she thrust her ass against it trying to get it into her tight ass. She relaxed it enough for me to enter into her ass more than any woman I’ve ever known. My nose was going into her pussy hole, I could feel it squeezing on the tip of my nose. When I pulled back to take in the view, I could see that some of the flourescent paint had come off onto her pussy. I continued to lick and suck her pussy and ass, and was soon rewarded with her screams of ecstasy. I wish I had a tape recorder going, her screams would’ve been better than the phoney ones on the Halloween CD I’d used that night.

As she started to cum, I was momentarily surprised, she started to ejaculate. A watery, milky thick type liquid shot out of her pussy hitting me in the face and mouth. Unbelievably it was sweeter than her pussy juice, I sucked and licked as much of the cum up that I could find. Her body was shaking and trembling, she moaned my name, I could feel her hands kartal escort bayan gently tugging on my hair, urging me to come up to her face. She kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth as the tip of my cock grazed her pussy. I pushed inward and was happy I’d lined up just right, the head entered her, spreading her as it entered her. She was kissing and licking my face, I was getting so hot, I untied the robe and pulled it off. As I arched my back to remove the robe, the caused my cock to push deeper into Terrie’s pussy. Her eyes widened as she looked up at me, momentarily she had a look of fright in them.

She reached up and pulled me back down into a deep passionate kiss. I pulled my dick out of her till just the tip was in her, and pushed it in hard and fast. ” Oh yes, fuck me hard.” she whispered into my ear. I pounded in and out of her for several minutes, knowing I couldn’t last long if I continued that pace, I slowed to long slow thrusts. Angling myself so that the shaft of my dick was rubbing her clit, I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, she’d painted bulls eye type circles around her breasts. I could feel her pussy starting to get wet, she was lightly squeezing my dick as it moved slowly in and out of her. I looked into her eyes, and saw nothing but lust now, we kissed deeply. I picked up the pace and she started to thrust back at me, meeting my thrusts. I could feel my cum boiling up inside of me, I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I thrust hard and deep inside her, she dug her nails into my shoulders and back, screaming out her orgasm once again.

As I felt her pussy shooting off against my pubic area, I pushed in as deep as I could go, my cock swelled and shot deep inside her. She started to shudder when she felt my cum hitting against her womb. We lay there for a few minutes, our breathing rapid, sweating. She pushed me back onto my back and crawled down and started to lick and suck her cum off my pubic area and dick. Once she’d cleaned up as much as she could find she moved back up and kissed me deeply. The taste of our cum on her lips was intoxicating, this woman was intoxicating, I kissed her deeply again. She looked over at the clock on the night stand, she looked back down into my eyes, smiled sweetly and whispered, “I’ve got to go, my ex will be bringing my daughter home shortly.”

We got up and got dressed, in the den we exchanged phone numbers and addresses, she told me she wanted to see me again. I told her I too would like that. As she was walking out the door, I asked her why she’d had a look of fright on her face as I was entering her. “When I looked up, you looked like the devil inside that hood, then it turned into a skull. It was so real looking, I guess it gave me a fright.” She kissed me, and whispered into my ear. “And if you are the devil, you can fuck me anytime you want.” She kissed my ear, then my mouth, caressed my face and walked out into the darkness. I closed the door, and called her the next day but there wasn’t an answer, I went out of town on business for several days, upon returning I saw that she’d called several times as well. She left a couple of messages saying she’d really enjoyed our ‘trick or treating’, and hoped we could get together again soon. But with one thing or another, we kept missing each other, we finally did get together for dinner one night, and had the same amazing sex. But again our busy schedules kept us from getting together as often as we wanted.

Halloween is only a few days away, and this year I’m going all out on the decorations and special effects, this year I’m dressing as a vampire. I’m hoping my beauty will return and let me suck more than her blood. Halloween has now become my favorite time of the year.

Happy Halloween to all.

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Third and final part of the triplets tale. Sorry it took so long but I ran out of idea’s for a while. May (but only MAY) try to write this from the girl’s POV at some stage. Hope you like!

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We were about two-thirds of the way through our parentless summer and for the three of us the days had settled into a rhythm. Every morning we did our designated chores for the day before spending some time doing our own thing; meeting friends, doing some personal shopping, maybe some reading, just stuff to give the outside world the idea that nothing else was happening between us. We got together for one or two meals a day, generally prepared by Pam. I offered to cook sometimes, but the general feeling I got from my dear sisters was that they’d rather starve. After the evening meal had been cleared away we’d talk; sometimes for just a short while, sometimes for longer. But we’d always end up in the same place; our parents double bed. Even then we didn’t always make love. On occasion we just lay with our arms around each other, enjoying the presence of our sibling’s naked bodies.

It was during one of those quiet nights that Pamela sparked off our next erotic experiment.

“I wonder how it feels to have two cocks inside you.” She said out of the darkness beside me.

I looked around into her eyes, bright in the night; she meant it.

“I don’t think I can help you there Pammy, I’ve only got the one, sorry.” I grinned.

“I think it sounds cool.” Pippa piped up from my other side. “Hey! Maybe we could get another guy?” The question hung in the air while we all thought about it.

“Nah!!” All three of us said at the same time.

“How about the vibrator?” I asked.

“I don’t think that would be quite how I meant.” Pam said dubiously.

“I know!” Pip sat up. “What about one of those harness things with a dildo that girls use?” She said brightly.

“You mean a strap-on?” I asked in puzzlement. Surely Pip knew what they were called? I had the feeling I was being set up again some how.

“You’re the porn expert.” Pip smirked.

“That will so work Pipsqueak.” Pam sat up too with a grin on her face, reaching across me to kiss her sister. Now I knew they had planned this earlier.

“Where are you going to get one of them?” I said as they kissed above me, deliberately teasing.

They broke the kiss.

“Well, I heard about this new adult store opening somewhere in town. Maybe I can find it tomorrow.” Pip said.

“Then I’m coming with you. I don’t think you should go into one of those sort of shops on your own.” I said firmly, trying to ignore the fact that Pips hand had now slid down to my dick and was slowly pumping it.

“I’m coming with you.” Pam said, her hand joining Pip’s.

“Are you sure Pammy? You might get embarrassed at the stuff in there.” I said, trying to ignore what Pip was doing. I was a little worried, I always knew Pamela was more sensitive than the outgoing Pippa. The way their hands were moving on my dick was making me sensitive in a different way. Much more of their digital manipulation of my cock was going to bring me off. I told them that and a little reluctantly they stopped but left their hands in place.

Pam spoke again, obviously having considered my worries.

“No. I’m not letting you two loose in a place like that; who knows what you’ll buy.”

“Pam! I’m shocked that you think so little of us.” I said in mock astonishment.

“She has a point though.” Pip laughed.

“Fat lot of help you are Pippa!” I laughed too, so did Pammy. “Okay then: Tomorrow the three of us will go and find this place.” The girls murmured their agreement and then went back to massaging my dick.

I had been ready to fall asleep but the feeling of the two hands on my cock pushed all thought of that aside. I lay back and let them do what they wanted. I sighed as the hands disappeared, thinking they had got bored, but sat back up as I felt two sets of lips replace them. I looked down and saw a pair of smiling faces at work around my rigid tool. Between them my sisters licked every part of it, from the tip leaking pre-cum to below my ball sack and every part in between. It soon became too much and I shot several strings of cum over both their faces.

“You both wear it well.” I smirked.

“Let’s clean each other off.” Pip said, licking at Pam’s face.

“After you little sis.” Pam replied. That was the last thing I heard as I finally got to fall asleep.

When I awoke my sisters were already up and about as usual, I could hear them moving around downstairs. I rolled out of the bed and showered before venturing down to join them. The pair of them were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when I came in. They were obviously waiting for me for some reason. Pam got up and made me a mug of the hot brown coffee, pushing it across the table to me as I sat down. I sighed as the drink finished waking me up. They were both looking at me expectantly.

“Ready then?” Pip asked as I finished the drink.

“For what?” I replied.

“Our shopping trip to the sex shop dopey. You are slow in the morning sometimes.”

“You meant that last night?”

“Of escort bostancı course we did.” Pam joined in. “Pipsqueak and I have done a little research and found out where it is. We can be there and back in an hour.”

“As long as you don’t get carried away.” Pip added cheekily.

“Me!? Whose idea was this anyway?” I rejoined with a grin.

“All right, all right. Just hurry up with that mug and we can get going.”

“Eager aren’t we?”

“YES!!” They chorused.

With a sigh I got up and swilled out the coffee mug.

“Come on then.” I said, picking up our car keys.

I suppose I was expecting a seedy looking back street shop. Instead it was a small unit in an industrial estate. Inside it was an airy warehouse with wide aisles and high shelving with the adult goods on display. Even though I was having sex with my siblings it felt strange taking them to a place like this: Hell, it felt strange just BEING in a place like this. The girls soon saw the sort of thing they were looking for and began to compare several different strap-on’s. I wandered off by myself to explore the rest of the place. I came up to the bondage equipment and stopped. As I looked at some of the more serious implements I found myself hoping that Pip had been kidding about going further than just having her hands cuffed. These things looked painful and I knew I could never hurt her or Pam even if they asked me. I moved away quickly in case they saw and came over to look. I found the ‘fantasy costumes’, short, plasticky versions of uniforms. They looked nowhere near as sexy as my sisters’ old school uniforms did. I walked away and wandered further down the aisles, wondering if there was anything at all here that interested me. I circled the warehouse and had made my way back to the entrance. It was then that I saw there was: My two beautiful sisters at the checkout with a bag each. I caught up to them and we left for home.

When we got back home my two sisters disappeared upstairs, clutching their carrier bags and giggling. It was obvious to me that they had bought more than just the strap-on we’d gone for but they were not going to tell me what. As I parked the car I had seen that it was about time the lawn was mown. I sighed to myself; that was one of my chores. I went to get the mower from the garage.

Trimming the grass didn’t actually take that long, but as I returned the mower the garage door got stuck. It took me well over an hour to fix it. Consequently I wasn’t in the best of moods as I entered the kitchen to clean off. In spite of being back for nearly two hours there was no sign of my sexy siblings so I grabbed a cola and went into the lounge to wait and see what the devils were up to. I had barely sat down when one of them appeared in the doorway, throwing a sexy pose before giving me a sultry look. For the first time in many years I was unsure whether it was Pam or Pip. The pose and the outfit, silky black lingerie and stockings, were pure Pippa, but it didn’t seem as effortless as usual. Just this once I was unsure which sister was standing in front of me. Whichever one of them it was, they sashayed their way over to where I was sat on the sofa and draped themselves over the arm at the other end to me. As I stared into the face I could tell that it was Pammy; her eyes told me. A further look told me she was nervous too.

“You look absolutely gorgeous in those Pam.” I said in a voice just above a whisper. “Truly stunning. Did you get them at the shop?”

“Yes.” She said a little breathlessly. “Pip said it was about time I got something a little sexier than my usual undies.”

“You look sexy whatever you wear.” I assured her. “And I suspect Miss Pippa wanted you to buy those wispy garments so that she had an excuse to get herself something as well.”

“So, do you like my new underwear?” Pam looked at me almost fearfully.

“Of course I like it silly. But you don’t have to impress me. I think Pip plays us both at times, so that she can get what she wants.” I paused, realising I was being a bit nasty about Pip without meaning to. “What did she get?” I asked to cover myself.

“I don’t know.” Pam replied. “Whatever it was, it was quite small, it went into the same carrier as the….you know?” She blushed in that delightfully simple way she had sometimes.

“No doubt we’ll find out later.” I sighed. “Now come here and sit on my lap in all your fine lingerie.” I smiled. “I need to investigate fully.”

Pam smiled as she slid across to me and threw her arms around my neck. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and our tongues danced momentarily.

“You don’t love Pip more than me then?” Pam asked as we pulled back a little.

“I told you before; I don’t love either of you more than the other.” I admonished her. “I love you both the same, but probably for different things. Things that I’m not going into detail about because I don’t want the two of you jealous of each other about anything.”

Smiling, Pamela lowered her lips to mine again, our tongues entwining as they met.

“You are a wonderful brother you know?”

“And you and Pip are very special, very sexy sisters.” I said, kissing ümraniye escort her softly.

“HEY! No starting without me.” Pippa called out as she entered the room, naked except for the strap-on jutting strangely from her groin.

“Well hurry up then slowcoach.” Pammy grinned. “How long does it take to do up a couple of buckles anyway?”

“Wasn’t just the buckles.” Pip muttered, reddening at the same time. Pam and I waited. “What?” Pip said.

“If it wasn’t the buckles what was it then?” Pam sighed. Then with a sudden insight: “Was it the extra things you bought then?” As she asked that I noticed the two small battery packs clip to the strap-on harness. There was a lead from each one disappearing under the device, one towards her cunt, the other her ass.

“What did you buy Pippa?” I asked.

She looked down at the carpet.

“Two vibrating eggs.” She said quietly.

“Why?” Pam asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Cos I don’t think I’ll be able to cum just from using the strap-on to fuck you Pammy.”

“We could swap later on?” Pam offered.

“No, it’s fine sis.” Pip looked a little sulky.

I laughed.

“Just switch your new friends on Pip and we’ll try this. Who do you want where Pammy?”

Pam gave us a thoughtful look.

“Well, I really like your dick in my bum Petey….”

“Looks like you’ll be needing one of these.” Pip grinned, her sulk forgotten, as she tossed me a tube of lube. “I bought a couple of them too.”

“How are we going to set up for this?” Pam asked.

“It’s your fantasy sis,” I said, “how do you want us?”

She paused for a moment.

“I think,” she said slowly, “that Pip should lie down and I’ll lower myself onto the thingy, then Pete can get behind me.” Pip and I nodded. “But I’m going to take off my lovely new undies first.”

While she did that Pip and I cracked open the lube; neither of us wanted to hurt Pammy. Pippa lay on her back, the strap-on pointing towards the ceiling. When she was settled Pamela straddled her stomach and then, reaching between her own legs, she took hold of the plastic phallus and guided it carefully towards her pussy. She gave a little grunt as it entered her, parting her cunt lips. I watched in fascination as the thing sank all the way into her.

“Ooo! It’s cold.” She said. “But not as big as it looked.”

Pip reached up and began to fondle her sister’s breasts. I knelt behind Pam and gently pushed her down toward Pip so I could lube up her ass hole. The two girls kissed.

“This feels odd.” Pip said.

“What does?” Pam asked, jumping a little as I slipped my fingers into her butt.

“The way our nipples brush against each other.”

“I kinda like it.”

“Oh, me too. It’s not a bad ‘odd’, just a different ‘odd’.” They wrapped their arms around each other as they spoke.

“Ready Pam?” I asked quietly.

“What? Oh yes. Go on Petey.”

With infinite care I put my knob against her rear entrance and eased it in with a gentle pressure. Pam gave a low moan as she felt my balls brush against the backs of her legs.

“You two okay so far?” I asked, leaning forward.

“Fine lover.” Pip said, stretching her neck to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Just give me a sec.” Pam panted. “I feel so full of cock.”

“Just tell us when you’re ready for us to do more sweetie.” Pip said encouragingly.

“S’okay.” Pam breathed. “Hey, if we roll onto one side then you can both fuck me properly, yes?” Pip and I exchanged glances and then carefully the three of us followed Pam’s suggestion. “All right, I’m ready.” Pammy almost whispered.

Pip pulled her hips back a little with me following suit and then we began to fuck our big sister.

“Oh Pip.” Pam said. “Your vibrating egg thing, it’s making the strap-on vibrate too.”

Pip grunted in acknowledgement, concentrating on thrusting her hips back and forth. I couldn’t feel any vibration, but I could feel the fake cock occasionally rubbing against mine through Pam’s inner walls as my and Pips strokes coincided.

“Oh god! This feels incredible.” Pammy cried out. “I’m gonna cum so quickly.” Her body clenched and spasmed as her orgasm took her. Pip and I slowed our thrusts and then stopped. “NO! Keep. Going.” Pam managed to pant. “I want. You two. To cum. As well.” It was all the encouragement I needed and I began to pump her beautiful ass once more. Pip managed to find a slow rhythm fucking the dildo into Pam’s pussy. I realised it was odd for her to actually find a rhythm rather than respond to one but being Pip she found a way.

“Pam, Pammy, I’m not gonna last long.” I panted out.

“Just. A. Bit. More.” She gasped out.

Pip was strangely quiet. I could see the determination in her eyes; she wanted to do this for our sister, but wasn’t getting much out of it. Pam saw it too and began to suckle on Pip’s left tit. I leant forward a little more and managed to lick at her right tit. A light came on in her eyes and within moments our attention had increased her pleasure.

“Pam, here it comes.” I wheezed, feeling my nuts tighten.

“Me too.” She said, her ass gripping my dick as she orgasmed. kartal escort bayan That set me off completely, my spunk invading her butt-hole. I stopped my thrusting and let Pam get her breath back, lowering my head once more to Pip’s nipple. She too had stopped moving, but I could tell she wasn’t going to cum.

“Pammy, we need to get Pip off too.” I whispered in her ear.

I slipped out of her ass and she moved aside. Pip lay back looking at us, disappointment written over her face.

“I’m sorry.” She said.

“Why?” I said, kissing away the tear that was forming in her eye.

“I couldn’t get off with the two of you.”

“We’ll finish you off sis.” Pam said, undoing the strap-on and pulling it away from Pip. She lowered her face between Pip’s legs and plunged her tongue into the wet slit. I stayed with her tits, playing with her nipples with my tongue, my teeth, and my fingers. Pam pulled the vibrating egg out of Pip’s cunt and thrust her tongue in instead.

“Maybe I should have turned it fully up?” Pip said as the egg came out still buzzing.

I kissed her.

“Shut up Pip. Let us do this for you. I think you just need to get used to it.” I paused. “That’s if you want to try again.” She suddenly stiffened as our joint ministrations took her over the edge.

Pip looked at us lovingly as she got her breath back.

“I think I do. I don’t like being beaten by you two.” She grinned.

“I know I want to try again.” Pam said from between Pip’s legs. “We can do it the other way round if you like. I’ll wear the harness and you can feel two dicks in you.”

With only three or so weeks left of our summer idyll I suddenly realised that some of the jobs that I had promised Mom and Dad that I’d do were still not done so I set a few mornings aside to work through the short list. Soon I was down to the last item; repainting the back door. It was a bright morning when I started, gradually getting warmer until I was sweating in my overall. By midday I had almost finished.

And then the girls, my sweet sisters who had been out all morning thus far, decided they were going to sunbathe in the rear garden. If that was all they had done I would have finished so much quicker. It was distracting enough having the two of them reclining nearly naked only a few feet away, but then Pip made up her mind that I was ripe for some teasing. She kept brushing past me, much closer than was necessary, on the pretext of getting a drink from the kitchen. Pam watched in amusement a couple of times and then decided to join in with the tease. Every time one of them squeezed past they made sure their ass or their breasts rubbed against me. My work got slower and slower. It wasn’t as if the scraps of material masquerading as bikinis covered up much anyway. Despite their not entirely unwelcome attention I finally managed to finish the door and went into the garage to take off my overall and get the paint from my hands.

As I looked out at my two gorgeous sisters giggling on their sun beds I felt a tinge of regret. Not over what we had done, but more a feeling that this would be the last time the three of us spent an extended period of time in each others company. I was due to go and work for my father when he got back; Pam was going to take a business degree; and Pip, well even Pip wasn’t sure what she was going to do, other than it would be an exciting adventure. I sighed and determined that we would make the most of the rest of our time alone. But first was the matter of revenge for the mornings teasing.

I got the garden hose out.

“Hey ladies!” I called out and opened the tap, spraying cold water over my two tormentors. They both squealed at their unexpected drenching but quickly recovered and dived on me, trying to wrench the hose from me. By the time Pippa had managed to pin me down helped by the fact I was laughing so much we were all thoroughly soaked. She sent Pam to turn the hose off and lay on top of me. Her nipples, made hard by the cold water, poked through the material of her swimsuit into my chest. I gazed lovingly into her face and saw the ‘naughty idea’ grin begin to cross her features.

“What? Out here?” I said.

Her grin just grew wider and she began to grind her pelvis down on my cock through my now soaked shorts. She bent her head forward and kissed me.

“Why not? We’ve done it practically everywhere else?”

“People will see.” I said, trying to ignore the raging boner she had caused to rise.

“I doubt it very much. The fence is too high.” Pippa said, reaching behind her and releasing her bikini top. She dropped it to one side and wiggled her perfect breasts in my face. With a roar I rolled over on top and kissed her hard, our tongues dancing around each other. Her hands went to the top of my shorts and undid them, pushing them and my boxers down and releasing my straining cock. At the same time my mouth was exploring her breasts once again; I would never tire of the feeling of sucking on her or Pam’s tits. Her hands came up to my head and gently pushed me lower. My tongue trailed across her damp belly, stopping at her belly-button for a moment before continuing down to the scrap of material covering her pussy. I teased the string ties of the bikini undone and revealed Pip’s exquisitely trimmed pussy. I stopped for a moment and then lowered my face between her legs. Pip was still, waiting for me to plunge my tongue into the folds of flesh of her pussy.

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A hot breeze blew in the passenger window of my brother’s car as we sped down 16th Street. The AC was on the fritz, just in time for the hottest weekend of the year. The open window didn’t provide much relief from the heat, but it was better than nothing. Rivulets of hair flowed all around my head, sometimes covering my eyes or mouth. A perfect weekend to spend someplace cool, but instead I was forced into manual labor in the heat.

Behind the wheel was my brother Ken, equally conscripted into the weekend’s chore. The car slowed to a stop at a red light, and my hair slowed and stopped right along with it, resting around my shoulders. We were on the way home from the paint shop, where we’d just bought a gallon of brilliant white exterior enamel. This gallon of paint would symbolize my lack of freedom, for as long as paint remained, I would not be free.

The light turned green, and we were off again. My parents were in Memphis for the weekend, and fortunately they left Ken and me to fend for ourselves. They’d threatened to bring us along with them on this getaway. My brother and I disagree on almost everything, but we were united in our pleas to not go. I can’t even believe they thought about bringing their 18-year-old daughter and 19-year-old son with them, but the last thing we needed was to waste a weekend wandering around in the heat and humidity with our parents.

They let us stay behind on one condition: we had to paint the flagpole. Most people just fly their flags from a little bracket on the side of the house, but not us. We have a gigantic flagpole, right in the middle of the front yard, probably 20 feet tall, with nylon cords and everything. Just like the county courthouse. My dad was in the military, and the flagpole is his way to “give something back.” Whatever. I think if he really wanted to give something back, maybe he should actually volunteer somewhere, or at least contribute to some cause, but what do I know?

I don’t know when the flagpole was painted last, but I will admit that it was looking shabby. The white paint was peeling in several spots, and bits of rust were starting to take over.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” Ken asked, breaking the silence.

“I hope no more than a couple hours,” I said, although I really had no idea, never having painted a flagpole before. After all, it couldn’t take that long. It wasn’t like we were painting the whole house or something.

“Then maybe I’ll be able to hang out with the guys this afternoon,” he said, referring to the gang of misfits he often spent time with.

“Yeah, probly.”

We got along well enough for siblings of about the same age. We pretty much kept to ourselves, but when we had to work together on a project, like for school or something, we got done what we needed to. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending the morning with Ken, but it wasn’t the end of the world either.

Ken pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. “Let’s do it,” he said as he got out.

While I carried the paint can from the car to the flagpole, he went in the garage to get a ladder.

“I’ll be right back,” I yelled to him. “I’m going to put on something I don’t care if I get paint on.”

“Aw, come on, Amy! Don’t you have any confidence that you won’t spill any paint?”

“I have plenty of confidence in myself. It’s you I’m worried about.”

I wandered upstairs to my bedroom and put on an old white tee shirt over my sports bra, along with dark blue shorts. I’d had the shorts for years; they were frayed around the hems from so many washings. By the time I got back outside, Ken was already in high gear. He was standing on the top step of the ladder, on his tiptoes, sanding the top foot of the flagpole. He hadn’t bothered to change, but then, he was wearing pretty crappy clothes to begin with: a green tee and white basketball shorts. He did have a lot crappier clothes than these, though, so I was surprised that he’d started work already.

I grabbed a sheet of sandpaper and started working on the bottom part of the pole. Some of the old paint peeled off in long strips, but other parts were stuck securely. It didn’t take too long to sand, but it was messy. After a few minutes, I had a fine layer of rust dust all over my shirt, most of which probably came from standing under Ken. The pole was in direct sun, and the dust was mixing with my sweat to create a gross, smelly paste all over me. I was already glad to have changed clothes.

Fortunately, the sanding was finished after a half hour or so, and I was pleased with our progress.

While Ken tried his best to clean himself off, I said, “How about I get some newspapers to spread around the bottom of the pole?”

“There you go again, planning for disaster. How about planning for success instead?”

I was already on my way to the recycle bin to get some old papers. Planning for success certainly doesn’t mean ignoring the possibility of a problem. There’s a reason fighter pilots wear parachutes. There’s a reason cars have airbags.

When I got back with the papers, escort bostancı Ken already had the paint can open and was stirring feverishly with a wooden stirring stick. Globs of paint were splashing over the side of the can, landing in the grass.

“Take it easy there, big boy,” I teased. “We don’t need to paint the whole lawn.”

“These few blades of grass needed some touch up paint. Don’t worry about it.”

Right around here is where the problem started. I was arranging newspapers around the bottom of the flagpole, and Ken went up the ladder and left the can of paint balanced on the top step. Then he came back down the ladder and said, “Where’s the brushes?”

“I don’t know! How am I supposed to know where the brushes are? Did you look in the garage?”

“Dammit, we should have just bought new brushes when we got the paint. The guy even asked me if we needed any.”

Ken went back to the garage to look around, while I continued laying papers in a generous radius around the pole. It was completely surrounded by grass, so it wouldn’t matter too much if some paint spilled, but who wants paint all over your front yard for weeks? Pretty soon I heard him yell, “Aha!”

He jogged back to the pole, handing me a clean but well-used brush and keeping one for himself. I didn’t see exactly what happened next, but apparently Ken decided that the ladder wasn’t in quite the right place, and he grabbed it and pushed it a little closer to the pole. The trouble is that he must have forgot about the paint can, which in a split second tipped over, sloshed its entire contents on his head, and then fell to the ground, narrowly missing him.

“Aag!” he said. Paint was running down his entire body, enough that he looked like a white statue, except he was moving around and cursing. After every cuss word, he spat out what paint had run into his mouth while it was open. The taste of the paint evoked more cussing, and the cycle continued. I have to admit that my first reaction was to laugh hysterically. The sight of him was right out of the Three Stooges; he couldn’t have planned it any better. Paint splattered on me too, but nothing compared to the complete soaking he got.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands, but this was a big mistake, because his hands were covered with paint too, and this certainly didn’t improve his vision.

“Fuck, I need to go inside and take a shower,” he said.

“Not in a million years are you going inside right now, ” I said.

He ignored me and started toward the house anyway. “I’ll be back in a while.”

I ran in front of him and put my hand on his white enamel chest. “You’re not going in the house, you idiot. You’ll get paint all over everything, and mom will kill you.”

This stopped him. He was leaving thick white footprints on the grass, almost like he was molting his outer skin. There was a huge pool of white paint around the base of the ladder, extending way beyond where I’d laid out the newspapers. “Fine. Then how am I supposed to get the paint off me?”

“Wait right here,” I said. “I’ll go get a bucket and some soapy water.”

I took a few steps toward the garage before I realized that I was dripping paint too, mostly from my right hand where it’d been planted on Ken’s chest. But the rest of me was spotted with paint too, my shoes and my legs and arms and even my hair, and I didn’t want to make a mess of the driveway or the garage if I didn’t have to.

I pondered my options. “What are you doing?” Ken said. “Hurry up!”

“Just a sec.” After considering a few possibilities, I peeled off my white tee-shirt, hoping my sports bra wasn’t too revealing for the front yard. I turned my shirt inside out and dabbed it all over the rest of my body–arms, shorts, legs, head–hoping to get the worst of the paint off. I took off my shoes and socks too, leaving them in a pile on the grass with my shirt.

Convinced that I was clean enough, I started back toward the garage, where I found a bucket and filled it with water from a hose on the side of the house. I had no idea where to find any soap outside, so I didn’t bother with it. I figured plain water would be good enough.

I carried the bucket back to Ken, who was still standing in the same place, in an ever-growing pool of paint, squinting and trying to swipe off paint with his fingers. I had to stifle a chuckle. I didn’t have a rag or sponge or anything to clean him off with, so I just put my hands in the bucket and made them into a little pool, brought up some water, and tossed it on his chest. His eyes were still closed, but he heard me, and he bent down and felt for the bucket with his hands, reached them in, and started washing himself off, little by little. After he’d used it only once or twice, the water in the bucket was just as white as the paint on the ground.

After a minute or two of watching him, I said, “This isn’t helping much.”

“Well, do you have any better ideas?” He ladled some water on the top of his head and shook like a dog. Diluted paint splattered in every direction, which caused ümraniye escort me to let out a yelp.

“Try to control yourself, Kenny. Maybe you need to be hosed off.”

“God dammit.” His eyes were still squinted shut. “Yeah, get the hose.”

“C’mon, I’ll walk you to the back yard. But first take off your shoes and socks.” He bent over to untie his shoes. The laces were almost indistinguishable because there was so much paint all over the shoes, but he got them untied and off soon enough. We started walking around to the back of the house, me holding one of his hands and guiding him past trees and shrubs.

I looked over my shoulder as we rounded the house. The flagpole looked worse than ever–after all, we’d sanded it and took off most of what little paint had been left. The ladder stood next to the pole, sitting in a pool of brilliant white. White spots of various sizes and intensities led away from the pole, and there were two piles of shoes. It suddenly occurred to me that this project would be taking much longer than a couple of hours.

I led him around to the back of the house and then backtracked to the hose, grabbing the end and turning on the water full blast. The water didn’t come out right away, because the hose had one of those nozzles on it, where you had to squeeze the trigger to get the water to come out. I’d noticed the nozzle earlier when I’d filled the bucket.

I carried the hose back around to where Ken was waiting, and I aimed it right at him, gangster-style, and said, “Reach for the sky, buddy.” Of course, his eyes were still closed, so he couldn’t see how little I resembled a gangster, with old spattered blue shorts and just a jogbra. But he obediently raised his arms above his head, and I squeezed the trigger, sending a violent stream of water square into his chest. He grunted, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he was annoyed by the water or because he was glad to finally be getting clean.

There was a certain satisfaction in shooting my brother at close range with a hose, knowing he wasn’t going to try to get me back. He had done a lot of dumb things in his life, and this was at least a little payback for his most recent dumb thing.

Water splashed everywhere. Sheets of water cascaded down Ken’s body, finally beginning to reveal bits of the natural color of his skin and clothes and hair. I held the hose over his head and let the water work its way down his face. But around in here is where another problem started. I don’t know why I said it, but I said, “Take off your shirt.”

He paused for a few seconds, but complied, peeling his wet, gross green shirt over his head and tossing it on the lawn behind him. I don’t remember the last time I’d seen Ken without a shirt on–it must have been years. I remember him being scrawny, but his pecs and biceps were surprisingly well developed. His pecs still had a tinge of whiteness, but it was rapidly dissolving under the stream of the hose.

I stepped closer to him and noticed on his chest a few scraggly hairs, which were not coming clean as easily. I aimed the hose at them and used my free hand to rub at them a bit. This did the trick quickly, and I found myself strangely enjoying the experience of touching his skin, feeling a solid mass of muscle in his chest. I let my hand roam his chest, finding and thoroughly working on first one nipple, then the other, revealing a torso that was becoming continually more attractive as I worked on it.

I worked on his legs for a while next, having the same problem with the paint in his leg hair. White-tinted water was dripping from the hems of his shorts, and I said, “Take off your shorts too.”

“What? No thanks, sis. I can get cleaned up the rest of the way inside.”

“Bro, you still can’t go in. You’re better, but you’re a huge mess. You can’t wear those shorts inside anyway because they’re soaked. Look, nobody can see you out here, just take off your shorts so I can clean you up better. You’re wearing underwear, right?”

“Yeah, but . . .”

“Come on, Ken, let’s just get this over with.”

Utterly defeated, he turned around to face away from me before he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pulled his shorts down to his ankles, then stepped out of them one leg at a time. He was wearing grey underwear, boxer-briefs I guess, and they left much more of his legs exposed for me to work on. Surprisingly, even the backside of his underwear showed splotches of white paint, despite the dousing I’d already given him.

I sprayed the hose at his back and butt, appreciating for the first time the curve and shape of his ass, which was usually hidden under the baggy clothes he always wears. “Okay, turn around,” I commanded.

He didn’t move. “Umm . . .” he said.

“Um what? Turn around so I can clean your front.”

Slowly he turned around, hands in front of his crotch. I sprayed the hose at him some more, working on the fronts of his legs with my fingers. Finally I just moved his hands out of the way of his crotch, and I was shocked at what I saw: the clear outline kartal escort bayan of a hard cock straining against the thin wet fabric. Why would his cock be hard? Was he turned on by this?

I continued to keep the water on him as I thought about it, but my eyes were glued to his crotch. I could see his cock clearly under his soaking underwear, the head pointed up and out, a nice mushroom top. It had a slight curve, but it was so much bigger than I’d have guessed. This was Ken? Scrawny little Ken?

My reaction to his cock surprised me almost as much as the cock itself. I was entranced, wanting to see more, the thrill of the unknown sending electric shivers through my body. I turned the hose directly at his cock and watched intently as it shifted slightly from the force of the water. I ran the nozzle from the base of his cock to the tip and back again, moving in closer until I was just a few inches away. Ken moaned quietly.

By this time, all thoughts of paint had left my mind entirely, and I tried to put aside my thoughts of his cock too, focusing on the job at hand. I alternately sprayed and rubbed his belly button, clearing the paint flecks from a thin line of fur that led down from there, disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. I worked my way down too, and when I got to his waistband, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I slipped my fingers under and pulled it down an inch or so. The hair was thicker and darker the further I went, but it was still so flecked with white that it needed my attention.

“Amy . . .” Ken said.

I let go of his waistband, which snapped back into place, and released the trigger of the hose nozzle. The roar of water stopped abruptly, leaving a surprising quiet. “What?” I looked at his face and saw a distinct red tinge over his cheeks.

“I think I can take care of the rest in the shower.”

“You’re already out here now, I might as well get you all the way clean,” I said.

“But I –“

“Listen, Ken,” I interrupted. “I’ve got the hose, which makes me in charge. Just stand here for two more minutes and we’ll be done. Sheesh.” I aimed the hose nozzle right at his cock and squeezed the trigger wide open, freshly soaking his boxers. He bucked and moaned, but he didn’t retreat to the house.

I released the trigger again. “You’re going to have to take off your underwear too.”

“No way, Amy, I can’t.”

“Sure you can. No one can see you back here. This is your punishment for being such an idiot.”

“But you’re my sister.”

“So? Who better than a family member to help you through this embarrassing time?”

“I don’t usually get naked in front of my sister.”

“You also don’t usually dump a gallon of paint all over yourself. Plus, I’ve seen you naked before.” I felt a grin forming as I said this.

“You have not!”

“I have too. When we were little we used to take baths together all the time.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not? You’re the same person now as you were then, aren’t you? I think you have all the same parts.”

“Yeah, but some parts have gotten bigger since then.”

At this remark, I couldn’t help glancing down at his cock again, and my grin returned. His wet boxers were quite transparent, and I could make out the color of his cockhead–pinkish–as it strained against the fabric. When I looked back up, I saw that he was watching the path of my eyes, and he had a look on his face I’d never seen before.

“I’ve noticed,” I said. “One part in particular is kinda hard to miss.”

“Oh, there’s other parts too.”

“OK then, so let’s see what I’ve been missing all these years. Peel ’em off and let’s get on with it.”

Ken and I were normally comfortable in silence, but an awkward silence fell over us then. Ken made no move to take off his boxers, and instead shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

I said, with an unusually forceful voice that came from somewhere inside me: “I have the hose, buddy, and I’m in charge. So strip. Now.”

Finally, Ken grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slowly started to pull them down. He didn’t bother to turn away from me this time, so I watched intently as more and more of his pubic hair came into view.

As it descended, the waistband was pushing his cock down against its will, and it took just a second before I thought I could make out the base of his cock nestled in a forest of curly dark hair. Then, suddenly, the tip of his cock overcame the force of the waistband and freed itself, bobbing up at me. He pulled his boxers off the rest of the way and tossed them aside. I knelt down in front of him, and didn’t even notice when my knees got soaked in the swampy grass.

I never would have imagined seeing my brother naked, but here he was, naked as the day he was born, out in the open in our backyard, in full sun, pointing his rock-hard cock right at my face. The head was indeed pinkish, but it was a deeper color than it had seemed through the gray fabric. The shaft was a rich brown, much darker than you’d have thought by looking at the rest of his skin. It had a slight bend, and a couple of veins snaked along its length. As I watched, I could see it gently pulsing up and down in time with his heartbeat. He was totally turned on, and although I wasn’t sure why, I knew he was making me turned on too.

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“Over my knee!” … an appointment with the hairbrush.

As an 18-year-old, I was quite frequently disciplined by my strict Aunt Julie. She was a domineering bitch who could really bring a man to tears spanking him over her knee with a hard wooden hairbrush, but I loved her all the same. We lived in a wooded area across the street from a cornfield. The backyard offered complete privacy, the view from the road being blocked by the house. My Aunt Julie is very sexy and often sunbathed in the backyard in her bikini, giving me the opportunity to admire her lovely body. She had a nice tan which complemented her shoulder length black hair. She was tall, and solidly built with large breasts, wide hips, meaty thighs and ample buttocks. Needless to say I had a rock hard cock most of the time. I wanted to make love to her but felt guilty about these incestuous thoughts. I wanted to feel the soft flesh of her bottom and thighs against my cock.

* * * * *

One day she ordered me to follow her into her bedroom where she would punish me. She told me to takeoff my shorts and my underwear.

“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom just like a bad little boy!” she said. While I was undressing she sat down on the bed and I noticed that she had an old fashioned wooden hairbrush beside her. My mother spanked me quite often on my bare bottom but never with a hairbrush. Mom also used to take me over her knee in the kitchen and swat my backside with a wooden mixing spoon. The wooden spoon used to sting like hell and I was afraid that my Aunt’s hairbrush was going to hurt even worse! To complicate matters, I was getting aroused looking at her sitting there on the bed. She had been sunbathing and was still wearing her bikini. Although I dreaded the spanking that was to come, I couldn’t wait to go over her knee and feel those silky smooth thighs against my cock. Standing there, frightened, she ordered me to lie across her lap. Slowly I obeyed, gently lowering myself onto her thighs. Her thighs felt good to my stiffening cock but I didn’t get a chance to enjoy it because she started the spanking straightaway. She began to spank my naked buttocks with her open palm, very hard and at a furious pace! She plays tennis a lot so she has very strong arms. Her sharp, stinging slaps really hurt! In a very short time I was squirming on her lap trying to avoid her merciless slaps.

“Hold still or I’ll use that hairbrush on your bottom!” She warned in a stern tone of voice.

I had a feeling she planned to do so anyway. I could barely contain myself and I began to whimper and moan. Reflexively I reached back with my right hand to protect my naked buttocks. When I did this she began spanking the backs of my thighs. I found out the hard way that my thighs are even more sensitive than my bottom. At this point I really began to wriggle and squirm, kicking my legs and begging her to stop. She grabbed my hand and pinned it behind my back and returned to spanking my bottom.

“Just for that I’m going to blister your bottom with the hairbrush!” She yelled. “Don’t you ever put your hand in my way when I’m spanking you! Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She was not happy with my answer and began laying into my bare bottom with the hairbrush.

“I’m going to teach you some respect young man. The next time I as you a question you’ll answer me “yes Ma’am.” Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied quickly.

She continued spanking me with that hairbrush, at a slower pace, making sure every stroke was delivered full force to my bare bottom. Each stroke made a vicious “crack!” that echoed in the air. By now my bottom was bright red and I was crying profusely. My cock was growing harder and harder from squirming around on her lap. Her smooth, tanned thighs against my flesh really turned me on. To my surprise, the spanking also excited me, though it hurt terribly! I’m sure she could tell I was enjoying it. There was no way she could not notice my hard cock grinding against her bare thighs as she paddled my bare bottom with the brush.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much. I’m going to have spank you harder!” she said.

So far she had been alternating from one cheek to the other at a moderate pace, about one stroke every 2 or 3 seconds. Now she started spanking as fast as she could, sometimes giving me 3 or 4 swats on the same cheek before adjusting her aim to strike the other cheek. I couldn’t keep still for this onslaught, so she draped her leg over the back of my knees so I couldn’t kick. She then proceeded to spank my thighs with that awful brush! I couldn’t contain myself.

“Owww!!! Please don’t spank my thighs! Oww! Oww! Oooh! That stings!!! Please Julie! Please stop!”

I had forgotten to address her as “Ma’am”, and at that she began swatting my thighs even faster!

“What did I tell you?” (Crack!) (Crack!) (Crack!) “I (Crack!) told you (Crack!) to (Crack!) address (Crack!) me as (Crack!) Ma’am! (Crack!) “

“Owww!!! Yes Ma’am. Ow! I’m sorry escort ataşehir Ma’am! Ooooh! Please don’t spank my thighs anymore,” I pleaded!

I was howling in pain. My thighs felt like they were on fire! After a few more swats she stopped. She slowly ran her fingers along the back of my thighs and over my bottom. I was very sore but her touch also felt good, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Does that feel better?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied. I remembered to call her Ma’am. I didn’t want to risk the consequences.

“Your punishment has just begun. After your spanking you’re going to get a good switching and a taste of the belt. I’m going to lay the leather to you good!” She said.

“Yes Ma’am.” I said.

She picked up the hairbrush again and spanked me with that slow steady rhythm again. I started crying and squirming again.

“You’re going to get a full five minutes worth! I’m going to blister your bottom good young man!”

Now she began to concentrate on the crease of the buttocks where your bottom and thighs meet. This is the most sensitive part of your bottom and she knew it! I was in agony (and ecstasy)! I couldn’t stand the sting of that hairbrush on my ass and at the same time I couldn’t help humping her silky smooth thighs with my rock hard cock. I had gotten my wish — I wanted to feel the silky smooth flesh of her thighs against my cock — but I hadn’t counted on getting my bottom blistered with her hairbrush! I couldn’t stand the sting. I was squirming all over her lap trying to get away from her brush. True to her word she spanked me for a solid five minutes. She really knew how to take control! As a finale she assaulted my backside with a flurry of swats delivered as hard and fast as she could. This was more than I could bear. Those smooth tanned thighs felt so good against my rock hard cock. As I thrust my hips violently against her thighs with those last painful swats I came explosively, shooting my load all over her thighs! This really infuriated her!

“Get up!” she screamed. “Look what you’ve done! You’re really going to get it now boy! I’m going to cut me some fresh switches and whip your backside good!”

I was just sitting there on my knees rubbing my sore bottom with both hands. I didn’t know what to do.

“Get over here and lick that off!” She screamed.

“Yes Ma’am” I replied as a scrambled over to her. I was really excited now! I never dreamed that I’d get to run my tongue and my lips along her luscious thighs. Slowly I liked the semen of her thighs stealing a kiss here and there. She seemed to enjoy it. She slowly opened her legs wider. As I slowly kissed my way higher up her thighs towards her crotch she grabbed my hair and threw me back. I didn’t say a word. I was genuinely afraid. I knew how much a switch stings, especially in the hands of an angry woman. She told me to stand up and as I did so she grabbed my rock hard cock and pulled me toward the bathroom, hairbrush in hand. She took a washcloth and wiped my cock clean. Then she took the washcloth, wet it and wiped it over my red, sore bottom cheeks. The cool water felt good. She put her left foot up on the toilet, pulled me over her leg and applied several hard swats to my wet buttocks. I cried out and jumped at the pain. I couldn’t believe how much it stung!!!

“You come on my thighs again without permission and I’ll wet your bottom again and then spank you! It hurts ten times as much when you’re bottom’s wet.”

“Yes Ma’am. I’m sorry Ma’am.” I said.

She gave me several more swats for good measure and said, “Now follow me.”

She led me outside, naked, into the backyard towards the woods. There are a few birch trees on the edge of the woods. She selected three switches from one of the birches. She tested each one on my thighs as she went along. Armed with her switches she ordered me back to the house, slowly, so she could switch my bottom and thighs as we walked back. Once inside it was back to the bedroom where she placed two pillows on the center of the bed. She intended to elevate my bottom to make it a more enticing target.

“Lie down, and prop your ass up on those pillows. If you move you’ll get a paddling with your father’s fraternity paddle, after I’ve thrashed you with the belt! Do you understand me?” She said in that stern tone of voice.

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied obediently.

My cock was beginning to stiffen again. Although my bottom hurt like hell I was becoming aroused by the sight of her prancing around in her bikini wielding the switch. … and her voice! She was mean as hell when she was angry and the sound of her voice as she ordered me around excited me. I couldn’t resist that authoritarian tone as she growled her commands through clenched teeth. This combination of sensations was overwhelming … The pain and the pleasure … my red hot bottom, my rock hard cock, the sound of her voice, and the sight of her! … That smooth, tanned, well-muscled, bikini-clad body … Poised to kadıköy escort bayan lash out with that wicked switch!

I could learn to like serving a domineering, bikini-clad bitch! I’d managed to buy some adult magazines that summer and had read about women spanking and whipping men. I’ve been fascinated by spanking for as long as I could remember. I’ve fantasised about putting pretty girls over my knee and spanking them … And I’ve also wanted to get my bottom spanked by a beautiful woman. I especially like girls in bikinis — there’s a pretty girl down the street named Lori who looks fantastic in her light blue bikini with white polka dots — I’ve always wanted her to take me over her knee and spank my bare bottom. My fantasies were becoming a cruel reality at the hands of my strict Aunt! I’ve read stories of Mistresses who whipped their male slaves mercilessly and fantasised over the pictures of these lovely models in black leather. My mind was beginning to picture my Aunt Julie dressed in a black leather g-string and thigh high boots. I could picture myself tied over a whipping bench as she whipped my naked bottom with a cat o’ nine tails!

This thought, being whipped by my lovely Mistress Julie, went through my mind as I lay down on the bed with my ass prominently displayed and presented for punishment. She wasted no time laying into my naked buttocks with that switch! (Swishhh!!!) the switch slashed into my sore buttocks with incredible force! I howled in pain at that first stroke! I’d been switched by my mother before and I knew how much it hurt but this was worse! Julie wound up and given me a stroke delivered with full force! It felt like she’d laid a red hot wire across my ass! She continued whipping my upturned bottom with a vengeance … working her way slowly up and down my buttocks and thighs! I couldn’t keep quiet. I was kicking and screaming, wriggling my ass trying desperately to avoid those vicious strokes as they bit deep into my tender flesh, and bawling at the top of my lungs! She was enjoying herself immensely and made sure that I did not. I was genuinely scared at this point. She meant business! She was mad as hell and was whipping my bottom and thighs hard, slashing away with that switch at a fast and furious pace. This beating was punishment for my misconduct the night before and she was determined to see that I did not sit comfortably for a few days.

I had never endured this much pain before and I swore to myself to obey her, in fear of another thrashing. I had enjoyed the spanking over her luscious thighs and relished the thought of being whipped by a beautiful Mistress but this whipping with that long, flexible switch was too painful to be pleasurable. My cock was still hard but I wanted her to stop! I begged her desperately to cease.

“Ooooohhhh!!! Oww!!!” I howled. “Please don’t whip me anymore Julie! I’ll behave. Ooooohh!!! oww! Oww! Oooohh!!! Please!!! I’ll do anything Julie! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Ooohh!!! Please! Not so hard!!! Oooohhowwwww!!!!!!!”

After another dozen strokes she paused. She reached out and gently stroked the tender flesh of my backside and said, “I’m going to give you another two dozen strokes with the switch before you get the belt. After each stroke you’re going to thank me for that stroke. I’m going to switch you as hard as I can because I don’t want you to ever forget this lesson! Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I whimpered. “Thank you Ma’am,” I added quickly!

I was thankful that the end was in sight but I dreaded the next two dozen strokes. She stood up, spread her legs for better footing, raised her arm and brought that switch down on my bottom with a wicked “swish!”

“Aaaaaaaaahhh!!! ooooooohh!!!” I screamed. The pitch of my voice rose to a squeal at that first stroke!

“Owww!!! thank you Ma’am.”

“You’re squealing like a little girl!” She scolded. “Maybe I’ll dress you up in some of my panties and spank your little bottom like a naughty little girl, hmmm? Would you like to feel the sting of my hairbrush over your panties?”

“Yes Ma’am!” I blurted out without thinking. “I’ll do anything Ma’am!”

“Mmmmm!!!” she said seductively. “You’ve said that before! You bet your sweet little ass you’ll do anything I say! You’re going to obey me or else! I’ll wallop your backside good! From now on I’m going to spank you on a regular basis. I’m going to take you over my knee and give you a dose of my hairbrush every Friday afternoon before your father gets home from work! You’re going to get a spanking every week whether you’ve behaved or not. I’m going to teach you some discipline! And if you whine about it or hesitate I’m going to make you wear my panties when I punish you! When you whimper and whine like a little girl I’m going to treat you like one! When you learn to take your spanking like a man I’ll beat your with a belt! And if you misbehave during the week, I’ll take you over my knee or send you out for a switch!”

I was glad for this little lecture. It provided escort bostancı me with a brief respite from my ordeal beneath the switch. What I soon began to realize was that she planned to discipline me regularly for her pleasure … and for mine! My hard cock had shown her that I enjoyed being punished and dominated at the hands of a cruel woman.

“Do you want to go over your Aunt Julie’s knee?” She asked enticingly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.

“Do you like it when you cock touches my bare thighs?” She asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied … a little ashamed but excited.

“I know little boy. I can feel you humping my thighs when I spank you. You’re not just dodging my spanks. You’re enjoying it. Well I’m going to show you how to please a woman. Every time you come on my thighs I’m going to make you lick them clean. I’ll show you what to do with that tongue. And every time you come I’m going to wet your bottom and spank you.”

I was hanging on every word! I couldn’t decide if I was in heaven or hell … Being spanked mercilessly by this bikini-clad bitch!

“Do you like it when I spank you?” She asked.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Do you want me to spank you even when you’re a good boy?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Do you want me to teach you discipline?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Will you obey my every command?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Will you submit to me when I decide to punish you?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Will you submit to whatever punishment I decide to give you?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Good. I’ve seen those magazines you’ve been hiding in your room. Do you want to serve a beautiful Mistress? Do you want to be my slave, my own personal ‘whipping boy’?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Do you want me to train you to be my slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Would you like to address me as ‘Mistress’?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. You will continue to address me as “Ma’am”. You will only call me ‘Mistress’ when I tell you you’re my slave … Or when you want me to punish you. I know you enjoy looking at me. You love it when I’m in my bikini. I can feel your stare as you admire my legs and my ass. Would you like to see me naked?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied eagerly!

“Tell me how much you admire your Mistress. Talk dirty to me.” She commanded.

“You’re beautiful Mistress. I love to see you sunbathing in your bikini. I want to see your breasts. I love your silky smooth thighs. I like to lie across your lap and rub my cock against them when you spank me. I want to see you take your bikini off. I want to see your beautiful bare bottom and your cunt.”

With blinding speed she brought the switch down across my ass!

“Don’t you ever say cunt again! You say that word again and I’ll give you a hundred strokes with my switch on your bare thighs!”

“Yes, Ma’am. I mean yes, Mistress! I’m sorry Mistress!” I stammered.

Again she switched my bottom.

“If your a good boy I’ll let you see my pussy.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now I’m going to finish switching your bottom,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She raised her arm and brought the switch down sharply across my lower buttocks where they meet my thighs. I howled in pain as I ground my hips into the pillow.

“Ooooowwwwwww!!! ow! Oohhh! One, thank you Ma’am.”, I sniffled.

Again she brought the switch down with all her might, the thin, flexible branch wrapping around my naked buttocks! I sucked in my breath at the intensity of that stroke, then let out a squeal.

“Two, thank you Ma’am.”

She continued to 24, true to her word. I lay there sweating and exhausted. My bottom and thighs were covered with angry red welts from the onslaught of her switch. Looking me over she decided that she wasn’t finished with the switch just yet. She picked up the thinnest and swished it through the air.

“No please Julie! I can’t take anymore. My bottom feels like its on fire. Please don’t switch me anymore. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. Please!” I pleaded.

“You said you’d let me punish you any way I liked … and I’m going to try this little switch. Its thinner so it will sting more. If you take your whipping like a good boy I’ll stop after this and let you take your beating with the belt tomorrow.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.”

She gave me another dozen strokes each, first on my thighs and then on my bottom. Again I kicked and screamed, desperately waggling my ass to cool the fire. When she finished she sat down on the bed and caressed my sore bottom and thighs. Her touch felt so good. It still hurt like hell but it excited me to have her touch me there.

“Now stand up,” she said. I immediately complied.

My cock was hard again from her loving attention to my tortured backside.

“Ooooh!” She said, “You’ve still got a hard little cock! I’ll take care of that!”

She grabbed my cock by the base and squeezed. This felt great and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together and thrust my cock forward. She leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock, the proceeded to lick up and down the shaft, pumping it a little with her hand, then stroking it with her tongue again. I came again, moaning as I released. She wiped the semen off my cock and smeared it on her thighs.

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“Guess what I’m looking at.”

Dee pondered the sentence in the chat window that had just popped into view.

“I have no idea,” she typed back, “and I almost hate to guess.”

She had almost added “perv” to the end of that statement but didn’t, not wanting to embarrass herself if it was something completely innocent. Knowing Andres, however, it most likely was something sexually oriented. It was pretty much how Andres was wired, and it was very much a part of what attracted her to him in the first place.

Andres was very sexual, but he wasn’t crude about it. He was certainly dirty-minded and had no qualms about whatever he said. Dee wasn’t even sure it was what Andres said, but how he said it. When talking together it wasn’t as openly sexual as when they chatted on line, but God, he could get her juices flowing when he teased her. Her heart jumped a bit as she was startled from her thoughts by the ding of another message.

“I’ll give you a little hint…”, below which was a button asking her if she wanted to accept a file from him. Ooo, what’s this? She clicked to accept the file as she felt her skin flush. Her anticipation gave way to puzzlement as she looked at the postage stamp-sized escort bostancı picture on her screen. At first she thought it was a pinkish upside-down double-u. Then, she saw it. Those look like fingers.

She typed back, “You’re looking at a hand?”

“Not just any hand,” came the reply, again, with a request to accept a file. This time, when the picture came up she gasped. Laid out on her screen was a closeup of her own hand, the immaculately painted nails pressed slightly into the tender flesh of her freshly shaved pussy. The tip of her middle finger was slipped between the large inner lips, seeking the warm moistness of her love canal. She could see that she was wet, her juices collecting at the base of her slit, similar, she could feel, to what was happening in her right now.

Where the fuck did he get that? Then she remembered a time about 4 years ago when she was feeling particularly randy and wanted to do something a bit naughty. She hadn’t heard from Andres in a few weeks and thought she would see if she could get a rise out of him, so to speak. She had taken a few snaps of her pussy, with and without her hand doing things to it, and emailed them to Andres. The whole time all she could think about was what it would feel like to have his hard cock slamming into her. She had had at least a half-dozen orgasms ümraniye escort that night. Normally she would go for a long, slow build up to a single, body-numbing gusher and then blissfully fall asleep. That night, she remembered, an animal had awakened in her and she just wanted to be fucked; used, taken, owned.

Dee squeezed her legs together to help alleviate the itch beginning to stir in her groin. Her hands trembling, she typed back, “and what are you doing while looking?” Her heart was pounding now as she waited, anticipating what he would come back with. It took only a few seconds.

“See for yourself.” This time a request to join a video chat popped up. She didn’t have a camera on her computer but she knew he did. She clicked the Accept button as she could feel her juices begin to find their way down the crack of her ass. She loved how slippery she felt when she got this worked up.

Up popped the vid window and there it was. He had his hand wrapped around that glorious eight-inch cock, slowly stroking it. She could see the head glistening with pre-cum. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

“You like what you see?”

Dee pressed her fingers into the front of her crotch, feeling the dampness that was seeping through her shorts. “OMG baby I’m squishy,” she typed back one-handed (after three attempts) and pressed kartal escort bayan harder against the material. She shuddered as the seam of her shorts rubbed deliciously across her clit.

The chat client dinged again, “What’re you gonna do about that?”

“I’m going to strip off my shorts and panties.” She could see him begin to stroke faster as she did just that. “Then I am going to rub my clitty til I explode!”

Dee circled her button with her middle finger, much like the picture that was still showing on her screen only partially covered by the vid of Andres pumping himself.

“I wanna see.” He typed back.

“You know I don’t have a webcam.”

“I’m going to have to fix that one of these days.”

“Promises, promises,” she giggled again, then gasped, throwing her head back when her fingernail dragged across her g-spot.

When she looked again at her screen, Andres was gone from the vid window, leaving her a decent view of the bookshelves behind his desk. A few seconds later Dee sensed his presence behind her and a wry smile played across her lips as she slowly pivoted her chair around and spread her legs. He stood in the doorway of her office, naked from the waist down with his rigid cock swaying before him.

“Like what you see?” she asked coyly, her middle finger slowly spreading her nectar over her nether lips.

“Oh my God, baby, I couldn’t be squishy if I wanted to,” Andres quipped.

“What’re you gonna do about that?” Her eyes laughed as she teased him.

“Let me show you.”

That night, Dee got what she wanted. Fucked. Used. Taken. Owned.

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I had just been swimming at the local pool. I hadn’t been there before because of the crowds. Today was just too hot so I went. I was surprised at how good looking all those ‘moms’ were, but my eyes were drawn to the women at the other end of the pool.

I like full breasts and there were quite a few. After swimming for a while I was baking in the sun and looked over to the lady next to me. She was putting sun screen on herself and noticed me watching her. Repressing a smile, she gave me a little show, slowly rubbing the sun screen on the edges of her breasts and upper legs. I couldn’t stop the bulge that was forming in my swim suit, so I put a towel across my lap. There were too many small children around. She smiled and gave me a nod.. like she was saying, “Thanks for being a gentleman.”

Throughout the day, both of us were in and out of the pool without ever saying a word to each other. At times, she would be near me in the pool, and just gave her breasts a quick rub so no one else but me could see. I got a serious erection and was glad I was in the water. escort bostancı Understanding my predicament, she would swim away from me and let me regain my composure so I could exit the pool.

Later when I was on my way home, I noticed the grocery list I had strategically placed on the passenger seat before I had gone to the pool. As I was driving, I was still thinking about that woman at the pool. I really didn’t want to think about grocery shopping right now but knew I really needed to.

At the store, I was just walking up and down the aisles when I saw her again. This time she was wearing a low cut sleeveless top with a short skirt. Another serious erection was on the way. At the checkout line, she was in front on me and every time she bent over to get something out of her cart, I got a good look at that great cleavage. The edge of a lacy bra was just visible. It was like she was doing it on purpose, taking only one item at a time and making sure I had a full view down her top. Then, pulling something out of her purse, she dropped something ümraniye escort on the floor. She started bending down but, noticing people behind me, stopped, and bent at the knees to pick up the item demurely, like a lady. She gave me a slight smile, knowing I had caught on to her little game.

After paying, she pushed her cart forward and parked it a few paces away from the till, busying herself with putting her wallet back in her purse. Turning to see what I was doing, she smiled as I tried to hide my erection when I took the money from my pocket. The checkout clerk noticed and gave me a smile. As I finished paying and grabbed my two bags of groceries, she pushed her cart out slightly ahead of me, swaying her hips to some unknown tune. After we left the store, I noticed that she was heading in my direction. I always park in the last row, and back in to keep the sun off the dashboard of my car. She was parked next to me almost like this was planned. As I put my groceries away in my vehicle, she gave me a big smile and I asked her if she needed kartal escort bayan any help.

She graciously accepted my offer and opened the trunk of her car. Before I could actually help, she surprised me by turning around, rubbing my crotch and pushing my shorts down in front. My stiff cock sprung into view and she gave it a squeeze. She then bent over into her trunk and flipped her short skirt up in the back revealing her lack of panties.

“Do you think you can fill this spot for me?” she asked.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward and thrust my hard cock into her wet pussy. It wasn’t long before we were both moaning despite trying to be quiet.

“Your cock feels so good.” she whispered, “Fuck me harder and faster.”

I pounded into her as I looked toward the store. Watching all those ladies pushing their shopping cart toward their cars while I was fucking a hot tight pussy was just too much and my cock erupted. I felt her pussy gripping me as she groaned and her body tensed into her own orgasm.

She quickly stood up and straightened her skirt, then pulled up my shorts hiding my deflating cock. Before I knew it, she’d put her groceries in her trunk, closed it, gotten into her car and driven away without ever telling me her name.

This was certainly the best shopping trip I could remember.

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