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The story below is a true account of an sexual experience someone shared with me. With her permission, turned it into a story for this site. I wanted to thank her (she knows who she is) for inspiring me to write this piece. Thank you for reading it. Your feedback is appreciated and makes this all worthwhile. Please do not forget to vote.

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I am a cultural anthropologist. I study various cultures, their customs, belief systems, and what makes them unique or similar to other cultures.

One similarity that I have found in most (if not all) of the cultures I have researched is how human sexuality is regarded, practiced, and talked about. Most cultures hold up certain sexual lifestyles as taboo. These taboos vary and cultures with differing taboos tend to clash, mostly behind the veil of religion and morality – which the cultures maintain.

In looking at human sexuality versus cultural taboos, I have found that regardless of culture, we are all similar sexual human beings…with the same underlying needs and desires. Many people may appear to uphold and maintain the cultural taboos, yet privately either give in to their deepest desires – or at least fantasize about them. Bucking our own cultural taboos does not make us immoral, nor does it mean that we are turning our backs on our individual cultures. It does mean that we are being true to ourselves and wish to explore our deepest desires.

With that in mind, I have set out to explore the sexual experiences of everyday people with ordinary lives from a variety of cultures. I want to explore “real” sexuality, not the kind of sex that could only happen in a pornographic film.

My first interview was with a woman from India. She is happily married, yet enjoys exploring her bi-sexual side with a close female friend. The following is her true account of and erotic encounter that she had while on a holiday at a resort. Her husband had some business to attend to, leaving her alone to play. Of course her name has been changed to protect her privacy.

Leyla’s Story

My husband and I traveled to a popular resort in India. It was a four-star hotel with all the amenities, including a spa. Unfortunately for me, my husband had some business meetings to attend while we were at the resort. This left me alone to find ways in which to amuse myself, or I could have joined some of the other spouses for some planned activities. I am not one for idol chatting with people I do not know, so I decided to have a nice lunch (alone), a few drinks and then possibly sit and read by the pool.

I sat at my table and ordered another drink, feeling a little down that my husband could not join me. What was the point in being in this luxurious retreat without being able to share the experience with anyone? My waiter must have sensed my tension and frustration. He suggested that he take me over to the spa and set up an appointment for a head and neck massage. The suggestion sounded like a good one, and I thought that it would at least use up some time that day.

I followed him toward the spa. When we got there, I was a little disappointed when we found out that the female massage therapist had no openings in her schedule for a few hours. I was about to leave, when my waiter offered to give me a massage instead. I had not had another man (other than my husband) touch my body, so I was reluctant to accept his offer. I guess it was because of the drinks I had at lunch, but my inhibitions were a little lower than usual. I began to think that the experience might be fun.

He took me to a room and asked me to remove my dress and put on a çatalca escort gown. He then left the room. Keeping my bra and panties on, I put on the gown. He soon returned, dimmed the lights, put on soft instrumental music, and had me sit on a stool. He then poured some scented oils on my head and started massaging slowly. First he rubbed them into my hair and then my head (he was standing behind me). This continued for some time, and then his hands moved down to my neck and massaged it for what seemed like an eternity.

We talked about general things – like where he/I came from, the weather etc. Then he started kneading my shoulders slowly – all of this was making me relaxed and was feeling wonderful. He then changed position and moved so that he was in front of me. He began to massage my head from the front, moving to my forehead. By this time he was very close to me and I could see the bulge in his shorts – it was so close that I was having difficulty resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. His hands moved to my shoulders, using the oil liberally. Since I still had my bra on, the strap was getting in the way. He suggested that I should remove or it would get stained from the oils. He left the room briefly to retrieve more. I removed my bra, but put the gown back on and waited for him to return. When he did, he then suggested that I lie down on the massage table so that he could give me a good back rub. I was unsure of what to do… my close friend, Preet, had similar encounters and had told me about then and she had ended having sex with the massage therapist. She always wanted me to have similar experience and was encouraging me to try. So I decided to see how things would play out.

He asked me to remove the gown and lie on my stomach – he held a big towel in front of him and after I lay down, he covered me with it. Then he removed the top half and started massaging my back in a slow motion – then he moved to my hands and sides, using oil liberally. It was felt wonderful. Next he started with my toes and legs, massaging them until he reached my knees. By this time, I was getting exited and was thinking about what he would do next.

He then removed the towel completely and suggested that I should remove my panties, as the oil might stain them. Before I could say anything, he was slowly removing them. Then he began to knead my bums and thighs, spreading my legs slightly. He poured oil liberally I could feel the oil trickling between my crack. It ran down and trickled along the slit of my pussy. He used his hands to pinch and massage my bums and slowly was inserting his oily finger into my crack and I knew he was trying to touch my anus. I was getting very exited and could feel the heat in my breasts and nipples and was getting wet in my pussy. This continued for some time

Then he asked me turn over. By this time I had decided to let whatever he would want to do to me happen. After I turned over, he casually said that he would not cover me since I had oil all over me. I did not say anything, deciding to see where this would lead. I could see him looking at my nipples and also my pussy. I was looking at the big bulge in his shorts. I knew that he was also getting exited. He then started with my shoulders and then moved down to my breasts. I knew what he would do next. He took a generous amount of oil and stated massaging my left breast – first from bottom to top and then back again. By this time my nipples were erect. I have long, thick nipples and he started kneading them between his fingers slowly. It was wonderful. I just closed my eyes and started enjoying. esenyurt escort He began with both hands – cupping my breasts from the bottom and taking it to top. It was so erotic to have this stranger fondling my swelling breasts and playing with my erect nipples. It felt like the sensations were sending signals from my breasts down to my swelling pussy. He told me not to talk and just enjoy the feeling. This made me exited and the juices began to flow in my pussy. He was making me almost cum. I told him stop for a while, as I could not control. He stopped for a while and let me relax.

Then he started again with my legs – quickly he came up to my thighs, massaging them and slowly opening my legs. I am sure that could see my juices flowing. I had completely shaven my pussy a few days earlier and was quite smooth down there. He poured some oil on my stomach and started massaging downwards, slowly moving towards my pussy. By this time I could not control myself. I wanted him to touch me. First, he began to caress my labia, and then he spread my legs a little more. I was sure that he could see my excited clit. He slowly began to tease it with his fingers. Then he slowly inserted his middle finger inside me and started fingering me. The sensation was electric. I shuddered and almost came. I moaned and spread my legs wider for him as his finger went in and out of my pussy faster and deeper. I could no longer control myself and within no time had an explosive orgasm.

It took me few minutes to compose myself after such a huge orgasm. I noticed that he had removed his shorts and was rubbing his cock through his underwear. His bulge was huge. I sat on the table asked him to remove his underwear. When he did, his cock sprang up, fully erect. Even though his was not big in length (about 6 inches long), it was huge in size (very thick). When I touched it, his cock began to throb so much that it was hard to hold my hand. I could see his precum leaking from the open slit at tits tip. He also could not control and when I just began to touch it – he came suddenly – squirting his juice.

Then we relaxed and recovered for a little while– talking about how we felt. He suggested that we have a wash. There was a shower panel with jets that shoot water out in three four directions. We spent time teasing and washing each other just. We soaped each other and massaged each other while standing up. By that time, his cock had started to get hard again and I was also feeling aroused again. We left the shower and toweled off.

I then made him sit on a chair. His cock was fully erect again. I felt it with my hand, tracing along the lines of its head and feeling the bulging veins of its shaft. His soft moans and breathing told me that he was enjoying what I was doing with it. I leaned my mouth over it and slowly lowered my lips onto the tip. I began to suck him. It was then when I realized just how thick his cock was. I had difficulty putting it into my mouth. Instead, I so teased him with my tongue…licking on all sides and feeling his balls with my hands. This caused him to continue to get bigger.

I was also getting very exited. My clit was getting hard and I could feel my juices running down my legs. He then suggested that I lie on floor. We put some towels on the floor and I lay down there, legs spread wide. I was exited, yet at the same time little afraid of how his thick cock would feel inside of me even though my juices were overflowing. I asked him to go slowly. He wanted to suck on me before putting his cock inside, but I told him that I knew I was so close to cumming etiler escort and wanted to cum with him inside of me. He moved to between my legs and teased my pussy lips with his cock. I was just waiting for it to enter. I wanted it so badly. My swollen labia were opening wide, ready to accept this wonderful cock.

He slowly began to press the tip against my opening, pushing it in slowly. At first it was little tight. When it was halfway inside of me, he asked whether he could push it all the way in. I told him that he could. With a final hard thrust, I felt it fill me up. I could feel the warmth and even with all the juice he could feel it tight inside. He just lay on top of me with his cock buried deep inside of my hungry pussy, not making a move for a few moments. We savored the feeling. I could feel my pussy’s walls contracting and clamping around his thick cock. Then he began to pull it back out before thrusting it back inside. Words cannot describe what it felt like to have the fullness of the cock impaling me.

He sucked on my nipples while his cock continued to glide in and out of my slick pussy. I was enjoying every second and decided that I wanted to be on top of him, so we rolled over. I raised myself up and squatted over him, swallowing up his hard cock with my pussy. He rubbed my clit with his thumb as I continued to ride him. I don’t know how many times I came. It was as if multiple waves of electrically charged pleasure washed over me.

He told me that he wanted to try it doggie style, but I was so tired I told him to cum. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew he was also close to cumming. We rolled over and he started thrusting in and out vigorously. In a few minutes I felt my final orgasm building as my entire body began to shake. It was as if vibrations were radiating outward from my pussy to every part of my body. He must have felt it too; because he suddenly groaned loudly and with one final deep push, he came inside of me…I could feel his warm cum shooting deep in me.

It is difficult to explain for me – even though I have good sex life with my husband this was a wonderful feeling to have a cock this thick inside of me. After few minutes, he rolled off of me. His cock was coated with a mixture of my juices and his cum. I savored the moments as I felt myself come down from the experience. My pussy could almost “feel” him inside of it still. My clit was still throbbing and I knew that my hole was still open; gaping wide as I felt a little more of his cum dripping out of it and running down onto my bum. I wanted to just lie there and relax for a little longer. Unfortunately, the woman massage therapist walked in and told us that the room was required for another appointment, so we had to leave. She looked at both of us and asked me if I enjoyed my massage with him. She smiled and told me that he had given her a “full” massage, so she knew exactly what I had experienced.

We washed up and left. He wanted have sex again elsewhere but I was exhausted, so I declined. I also was expecting my husband to return to our room soon, so I couldn’t. I returned to my room and slept soundly. I always get good sleep after hot sex.

Later that evening, I was feeling highly aroused, thinking about my time at the spa earlier that day. My husband sure got an unexpected treat from me that night.

I hope that this account of mine helps with your research project. I must admit candidly, that writing it out for your had helped me to relive the experience. I have been completely aroused while writing it. My best friend, Preet, has been reading this over my shoulder as I write it. She too has become aroused by it and has been fingering me, making it extremely difficult to concentrate. Now that my story is finished, I am going to quickly send it to you. Preet has gotten me so worked up and my husband is not due back for a few hours…perhaps I will write to you about us sometime.

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While you were sleeping last night, I was dreaming. I like dreams. Do you know why? In dreams there are no rules. No limits. Dreams take something or someone you know and explore it for you in a place where there is no judgment, no repentance, and no retribution.

My dream brought me your face, with that amazing, beautiful skin, with those eyes clear and bright, with that exciting hint of mischief, soft lips lightly colored, slightly parted in a pretty smile, gently inviting the caress of a loving, sensuous kiss.

My dream brought me images of you I have not seen in reality, and clothed it in things known and imagined. From somewhere, my dream conjured up silk pajamas that shimmered in soft caresses over your body, touching your flesh briefly, then softly retreating from the touch, and touching you elsewhere as you moved. The color is one of those only in the vocabulary of artists and women. The unfettered flow of the fabric suggests the freedom of nakedness beneath it.

My dream allowed me to watch you, unaware of my presence as you attended to your morning routine. A routine that is well known and automatic. It is hard to know if you’re thinking, or just going through those necessary motions. No matter.

My dream let me watch you.

My dream gave me courage, and desire.

There are no rules in dreams.

First you felt my warm breath on the back of your neck. Then, soft kisses, placed just beneath the soft hair that rests there. That’s when you stopped. Not moving. You didn’t turn though, didn’t try to look behind.

In my dream, I wondered if your stillness was fear, or acceptance.

In my dream, I kissed you gently, slowly moving down your neck. My arm slowly embraced you. Still, you did not move. My body almost touching yours as my kisses traced the collar of your pajama top, the beginning of your shoulder-line under my gaze.

In my dream, the arm embracing you, moved slowly and easily upwards over the soft fabric of your garment, located the top button, and twisted it open, loosening its own embrace of your skin.

In my dream, I thought I felt you shudder slightly as the top opened minimally. As the length of my body touched the length of yours, and my rising passion, could be felt against the soft, yet firm, curve of your rear…

My kisses move over your soft, warm flesh newly revealed by the opening of your jacket. They explore your shoulder traveling slowly and deliberately, almost to the end. Then, move back, bostancı escort retracing the warm, wet steps of my growing desire. The arm enfolding you gently pulls you tighter to me. You can feel my growing hardness against you. My kisses move up your neck, my lips part, gently taking the lobe of your ear into my mouth. My fingers twist the second button of the three that keep the soft, silk jacket on your body free from its buttonhole, and the sheer fabric slides further over your skin. My, mouth releases your ear, and I kiss down the side of your neck and along your other shoulder.

My hand slips inside the loose jacket, touching the taut skin of your tummy. My kisses return to your neck. The air invades the open jacket caressing your breasts, arousing the nipples. My hand moves upwards over your warm skin, cupping a breast. The thumb reaches up and teases your nipple, urging it to hardness.

You can feel my warm breath on your skin. Hear it quickening slightly, as I touch and kiss you. My mouth pushes the fabric over your shoulders and the jacket slides part of the way down your arms, brushing the skin as it descends. My kisses begin a slow journey down your spine, as my thumb excites your hardening nipple. Then, I move my hand down your body once more. My fingers find the third, and last, button of the jacket and flick it from its mooring. The jacket slides slowly from your upper body as my mouth pushes it down with each soft kiss that travels down your spine. My knees bend slightly, as my hands and mouth caress their way down your body. The silk garment floats to the floor as my mouth kisses at the nerve cluster in your lower back. My tongue traces the horizontal line of the pajama pants, as my hands rest upon your hips…

Slowly, I slide the soft, silky fabric down over your hips, my kisses following the descent of the pants over the firm curves of your rear. Inch by inch more of your beautiful nakedness is revealed to my eyes, caressed by my mouth. You jump slightly as I kiss that nerve cluster that resides at the base of your spine. You have not yet turned around. Savoring the moments? Are you absorbing yourself in the soft, sensuous, unexpected sensations? I hope so.

Gentle bites punctuate the warm kisses placed on your firm, well-rounded buttocks. I slide the soft pants down another inch. The beginning of the deep, exciting crease that separates your cheeks comes into view less than two inches from my face, and büyükçekmece escort I kiss you there. My tongue flicks into it once. I think I hear a soft, short sigh escape your mouth. I look up at your slightly flushed skin as my eyes adore your body, surveying the journey my mouth, teeth and tongue have made down it. Another inch of flesh is revealed, and my mouth welcomes it softly, gently, lovingly. The kisses cover first one cheek and then the other. Then, my mouth kisses the form defining crevice between them. Do I hear another, slightly louder sigh?

My hands have only moved in concert with the slow revealing of your body to me. They hold you firmly, yet adoringly as though you were sculpture, some work of art, appraised carefully.

Now, they move again, and the full, exciting beauty of your behind is before me. The pants stay up, resting in that slight upwardly curved indentation that defines where your gorgeous ass meets the top of the back of your strong thighs. Once again, my mouth and tongue trace the rolled waistband of the pajama pants. On returning to the middle, my tongue flicks, once again, into that delicious crevice, sliding upwards, leaving a warm moist trail to mark its exploration.

My fingertips push coaxingly into the front of your thighs, pulling outwards slightly. Your feet move fractionally in that direction.

My tongue flicks out once more, deeper this time. It finds that sensitive cluster of nerves encircling that oft forbidden opening between your cheeks, teasing it. Was that a flinch? Did I hear another intake of breath? Then, returns to my mouth. I kiss you again, this time slightly harder. My hands slide down your thighs taking the silken pants with them. They drop down your legs, caressing them, falling to the floor.

My hands slide up your body, my fingertips never breaking contact as I rise behind you. Then, one hand leaves you as the other once again encircles your naked body, cupping a breast, the thumb and forefinger finding your taut, excited nipple. The other hand quickly removes my own clothing, then, returns to your body, coaxing you to bend slightly bringing your body closer to mine. You can feel the rigidity of my excited cock against your warm, fleshy up turned ass…

Our body heat rises. I can feel you breathing. My hand slides gently down your spine. It then caresses the warm skin of your buttocks. I step back slightly causing my erection to slide over your çapa escort ass before separating from the fleshy contact. My fingers slip between your legs and touch your moist sex. They begin gently exploring you. Your labia slowly spread under my insistent touch. My fingertips are moistened by the growing wetness. I slide them along your warm, wet crevice, reaching under you and upwards. They are feeling for that small center of joy that resides there. Finding it, I apply gentle pressure. This time, I feel you shudder as your clitoris reacts to my touch. You allow me to excite you. Your breath is audible now, and quicker. I insert, first one, then a second finger into your womanhood, masturbating you, feeling the muscles begin to contract around them.

My other hand still caresses your breasts, toying with the hard nipples. After a few moments I slide my fingers from your vagina. Lifting them to my nose I inhale the scent of your excitement. Then, suck the sweet sexual nectar from them. My hand drops downward and encircles my erect cock as I step closer to you. I position it between your legs, the head just touching the soft, sensitive flesh of your wet sex. I feel you tense slightly as I push forward and my cock invades you. The penetration is slow, until you feel my testicles between your inner thighs. I hold you there for a second impaled by my cock and my desires. Then, I move my hips in slow, rhythmic movements. My cock slides easily in the lubrication of your sexual juices. My hand leaves your breasts and joins the other on your hips. Do I feel you push back at me now?

My breath quickens with my strokes. Each one is long, deep, and complete, reaching for your cervix. The flesh of my thighs smacks softly, yet audibly, against your ass as we reach symmetry of motion. My cock plunges into you, my hands pulling you onto it on each inward stroke. I feel your vaginal muscles grip me as my hard rod retreats from your hot, moist sex. My balls tighten as I near ejaculation. I slide an arm around you and find your clitoris pushing on it, wanting you to come with me. Thrusting deep into you, I feel you tighten and your sighs tell me that you are reaching orgasm.

Almost savagely, I bury myself in you. My cock spasms inside you as your muscles squeeze it. I gasp aloud, and release the first hot jet of fluid against your cervix. I continue to pump as I feel your release, your breaths short and urgent. My sperm fills you as it spews from my hard cock. I hold you close against me as we luxuriate in the moment of fulfillment. After I while, I withdraw from you, bend and kiss your sex from behind. Then, I stand, and turn you to face me. With your face in my hands, I look into your eyes, and kiss you deeply. You can taste us on my lips as we hold each other.

…and another day begins.

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[The Nikki series takes a single scene and swaps in a different partner for Nikki each time. This is the third scene. All characters are adults.]

Three months later, Nikki’s father came downstairs on a Saturday morning to find his beautiful daughter standing in the dining room in her robe. Coming up behind her, he pushed his groin in to her ass as his hand slipped inside the robe, grabbing her tit.

He played with her nipple, rolling it back and forth in his fingers, getting rewarded with a bit of leaked milk. Moving his hand downward, he ran it all over her round, pregnant belly. He stopped to think about how she was going to have a baby. Their baby. He gave her a squeeze, pushing himself in to her ass.

As he withdrew his hand he grabbed the sash of her robe, undoing it. He turned her around and kissed her, deeply. “Good morning, baby.” Pushing the robe off her shoulders he leaned in, kissing her tits, sucking on one nipple and then the other.

He kissed her cheek and then whispered in her ear, “You are the sexiest daughter on the face of the Earth.”

Nikki smiled and dropped down to her knees. Her dad eagerly stepped closer. She yanked down on his pajama bottoms and now his cock was right in front of her face. Nikki wrapped her fingers around it, staring at the precum leaking out of it. She moaned as she started to move her hand up and down, producing more precum.

“Oh, fuck, Nikki!”

Nikki engulfed her father’s cock with her mouth, licking and sucking. She made a cute yelping sound as she sucked vigorously, closing her fatih escort eyes and concentrating on the cock between her lips.

Her dad’s cock was pulsing in her mouth. She tightened her hand around the base of it, whipping it up and down while her hungry lips sucked and kissed on the tip.

He held her head with both hands, lacing his fingers through her hair, pulling on it as he fucked her mouth. His daughter was his whore now, willing to do anything he wanted. Even have his baby.

“Faster,” he moaned.

Nikki sucked his cock as fast as she could, her face turning purple as she wasn’t able to breath with his cock halfway down her throat. Then she felt a rush of air as her father withdrew with a plop, grabbing his cock and jacking it right in front of her face.

“Oh, fuck, Nikki! I’m cumming! I’m cumming all over your whore face!”

His cum blasted out, splashing her forehead, her cheek, her lips and chin. He yanked her head down and spurted directly in to her hair, determined to make a complete mess of her.

“Lay down on the table,” he said. “On your back.”

Nikki did it. She stretched out on the dining room table, her legs dangling over the sides, her wet tits and swollen stomach jiggling as her father pulled her legs up into the air and spread them apart.

“Fuck me, daddy,” she cried. “Fuck your daughter’s cunt!”

The horny daughter lifted her cum-covered head, watching as her dad’s cock slid deeply into her cunt.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Dad!”

Her father started to fındıkzade escort spear in and out of his daughter’s pussy. Nikki humped upward to meet him, her whole body jiggling and spasming as she tried to get his cock entirely within her already-pregnant body.

“Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh, fuck, Dad!” She wrapped her legs together behind his back, sinking him a little further.

He started fucking her as hard as he could. Nikki yelped as she felt his cock ramming all the way to her womb. Her dad was nailing her as fast as he could.

“Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!” Nikki yelled over and over as he pounded her relentlessly.

Nikki could feel an orgasm building up inside her. She abandoned all control as she squeezed her pussy as tightly around his cock as she could.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck your daughter’s pregnant fucking cunt! Dad! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cummming!”

She spasmed violently, her stomach flopping around as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

“Take… it… out…” she panted. “I want you to fuck my asshole. Please! Now!”

Her dad pulled his cock out of her, and her legs scrambled up his back, hooking on to his shoulders, getting in position.

Nikki felt his soaking wet cock pushing up against her asshole, which started to pucker to allow him in.

“Please, daddy! I need your cock in my ass.”

Nikki grunted as she felt her dad’s cock push in to her ass. “That’s it! All the way! Please!”

She cried out as he pushed deeper halkalı escort inside her.

“Unggh! Oh! Dad! Fuck my ass now!”

Then he pushed as hard as he could, ramming all of his cock into her asshole. Nikki bucked on the table, the pain and pleasure hitting her all at once.

“Oh, dad, fuck my asshole!”

He pulled out slowly until only the tip was still inside. With a grunt, he pushed all the way in again in one stroke. He leaned over and grabbed her huge stomach with both hands, using it to steady himself as he started blasting in and out of her.

“That’s it, daddy!” she cried. “Feel what you did to me! Feel what you did to your own daughter!”

Nikki reached down and shoved two fingers in to her cunt, rubbing on her clit as she felt her dad’s cock splitting her ass in two. They fell in to a rhythm.

“Oh, fuck,” Nikki moaned.

She squeezed on his shoulders with her ankles, urging him to fuck her ass, to fuck his daughter, his fat fucking pregnant daughter. Feeling herself getting close, she reached down and pinched her clit, hard.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed. “Oh, fuck! Fuck my asshole! Fuck your baby’s asshole! Fuck!”

She felt her dad’s cock twitch hard in her ass, and then it was gone, her asshole twitching violently. He took his cock and held it up to her, jacking quickly.

“Oh, fuck! Nikki!” he yelled as the first blast of cum hit her stomach and filled in her navel. With each yelled “Nikki!” another blast hit her midsection, making a mess of her pregnant stomach to match the one on her face.

As he started to come down he stuck his cock back in to her asshole. Nikki could feel two last blasts, coating the insides of her bowels. She laid back and relaxed her body as much as she could. Between being pregnant and her daddy fucking her 2-3 times a day, it was going to be a tiring 6 months.

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This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over 18.

I find wedding ceremonies excruciatingly boring. About the only thing that helps pass the time is checking out the women, particularly the bride and bridesmaids. So when I turned towards the back of the church to watch my niece, Carol, walk up the aisle, my cock started to tingle. I love low-cut wedding dresses. And Carol’s dress scooped way down her tan chest, practically down to her tits.

Carol is a beautiful, slender young blonde. At twenty-two, she was almost exactly half of my age. But neither the age difference nor the fact that she was my sister’s daughter kept me from silently lusting for her as she stood at the altar. I just stared at her chest, and wondered if the minister was checking out her cleavage as she knelt in front of him.

What is it with low-cut wedding gowns? A woman’s wedding is supposed to be so formal, and the bride is up there supposedly so virginal and dressed in a long formal gown, white being the symbol of virginity. And she’s parading around exposing her young chest to everyone in church! Did someone start this fashion just to give the uncles and ministers and other horny guys in attendance something to look at? And the bridesmaids’ dresses are worse! Carol’s four bridesmaids, her two teenaged sisters and two cousins in their early twenties, were wearing identical red dresses. The long gowns were off their shoulders, plunging down right down between their tits. As they stood facing the altar with their backs to the congregation, I stared at their dresses that exposed half of their backs. Were they wearing any underwear under there? Yes, I could see the back of Nancy’s white bra peeking out of her dress. All four bridesmaids must be wearing strapless bras. Front-hook or back, I wondered.

Looking back at Carol, I wondered if her bra was strapless. Her gown was pretty far off her shoulders. God, I hope I get to see her leaning over later at the reception. Her dress pulled tight at the waist accentuated the way her tits stuck out. B-cup bra, I’m guessing. Nice tits, but not huge. I’d heard family rumors that Carol was no virgin. In fact, it sounded like she may have slept around quite a bit in her college days before meeting Shawn. I started singing to my self, “I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll.” I wish I HAD known Carol better when she used to rock and roll. I didn’t see her too often, but when I did, she had a flirty kind of attitude sometimes. A physical flirt, she was the kind that would press her shoulder into you while looking at family photos, or press her knee against yours when you sat next to her on the couch.

I sat back in my pew, with my wife on my left and my kids on my right, and looked around the congregation. How many other guys were thinking impure thoughts about the bride? It certainly wasn’t a subject I was going to bring up with anyone. I looked at my Uncle Bud, who looked like he was about to nod off. And my cousins, Teddy and Mitch, with their families. At least they seemed to be looking in the direction of the altar. Were any of them mentally undressing their niece?

At the end of the ceremony, the wedding party formed a line at the back of the church to greet the departing guests. I congratulated Carol’s parents, met Shawn’s parents, and got quick hellos from the bridesmaids. Then came my favorite part. When Carol turned towards me, I put my arms around her low on her slender waist, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I wish it had been on the lips, but at least I got my arms around her, smelled her perfume, and got to put my lips on her lovely young face.

My wife and I had a room at the same hotel where the reception was taking place. I rested in the room briefly, waiting for the cocktail hour to start. As I walked into the reception hall, I saw Uncle Bud, Mitch, and Teddy sipping beers near the bar. At the reception, I helped my kids with their meals, and again checked out the wedding party sitting at tables on risers facing us. They looked like they were knocking down quite a few bottles of Champaign. Carol’s sisters, Pamela and Nancy, weren’t even old enough to drink, and they were pouring multiple glasses of bubbly.

After the dinner and the usual toasts, the bar re-opened and the dancing began. I spent some time with my wife and kids mingling with relatives. Eventually my kids found cousins their age to sit with, and my wife sat with my parents. I ambled over to a round table on the aisle near the bar where Uncle Bud, Teddy, and Mitch were sitting, and sat next to Mitch as they continued an ongoing conversation.

“See if you can get her over here,” said Teddy to Uncle Bud. “Pretend you’re hard of hearing and get her to lean way over.”

“You call her over here, and I’ll get her to lean over,” replied Uncle Bud. All three were looking in Carol’s direction.

Carol was mingling with guests at a nearby table, a Champaign glass in her hand. When she turned away and walked by our table, Teddy grabbed her beşiktaş escort arm. Carol said “hi,” and stood between Uncle Bud and Teddy’s chairs.

Teddy grabbed a Champaign bottle off the table. “You’re empty,” he told Carol, and when he held the bottle up, Carol held out her empty glass and leaned over to accept the beverage. I glanced around, and Bud’s, Teddy’s, and Mitch’s eyes all peered down at Carol’s chest as she leaned forward. So did mine.

Straps. The white bra had straps, clearly visible as she leaned forward. I could see the tops of her young tits hanging out of her lacy cups.

When Teddy finished pouring her drink, Uncle Bud said something to Carol that I couldn’t hear above the music. She replied back, but Bud indicated that he couldn’t hear her. Carol leaned over and repeated herself. Uncle Bud grabbed her elbow and pulled her down closer to his ear. Carol was now bent forward, her lips near Bud’s ear. I could see Uncle Bud glimpse into the bride’s gown at her chest. Teddy was also leaning in from the other side, quite obvious in his effort to look down his niece’s dress. Mitch was practically standing up to get a better look. And I also stared down her gown.

I could see her lacy bra cups hanging, and most of her tits came into view. Beyond her tan line, her pale, smooth tits hung down. She put her glass down on the table and crouched down, her chest at table level, as Bud and Teddy continued looking inside her gown. From my angle I could see the full shape of her tits, almost to her nipple, as her bra hung open. I wondered if Teddy or Bud could see her nipple.

Uncle Bud said something to Carol about her dress. I heard the word “cleavage.” Carol looked down at her dress hanging open, and then at her Uncle Bud and Uncle Teddy leering at her chest. “Uncle Bud!” she said, but said it with an embarrassed smile, and pretended to hit him on the shoulder. But she made no attempt to cover her exposed cleavage.

When another relative got Carol’s attention and led her away, the other three uncles grinned at each other. “Pink,” a grinning Teddy said. “Very light pink, small areola, eraser-sized nipple, not erect.”

“I didn’t see ’em,” replied Uncle Bud. “But I wanted to lean over and put one in my mouth.” I couldn’t believe these dirty old men were openly talking about their niece that way. Uncle Bud was about sixty-eight. Teddy was maybe fifty-two, Mitch fifty. “I’d love to be Shawn tonight in the bridal suite, banging the hell out of that.”

Uncle Bud, Teddy, and Mitch continued commenting on their niece’s body and what they’d like to do to her as the evening wore on. When they weren’t watching Carol, they were looking at the bridesmaids and other young girls on the dance floor.

My wife and kids eventually got bored and tired and went back to the hotel room, as did Uncle Bud’s wife, and Teddy and Mitch’s families. I decided to stay a while longer. Usually I’m one of the first to bug out of a wedding reception, but I was enjoying the free booze, the view of the young girls dancing, and listening to my uncle and cousins’ frank and crude comments on the girls.

Late in the evening, I could tell that Carol and Shawn were pretty drunk. Their dancing was sloppy, and Shawn fell down once. Uncle Bud managed to snag Carol and get in a slow dance. He was holding her pretty tight, leaning his head down and whispering something. Uncle Bud was a big guy; well over six feet tall, with combed back hair that was partially brown but mostly gray. He danced in the far corner in semi-darkness. When he returned to the table, Mitch asked him, “Did you get in any good feels?”

“I got a little side action on her tits,” replied Bud. “Brought my hand up under her arm and squeezed the side of her bra.”

“What was her reaction?” asked Teddy.

“I think she moaned,” said Teddy. “She’s pretty drunk.” Here I was worried that someone would see me staring at my niece, and Uncle Bud is bragging about taking advantage of his drunken niece and copping a feel of her tit.

A fast song was playing, and I was watching Carol dance. Her left shoulder strap kept falling off her shoulder, exposing her bra strap. Carol repeatedly pulled it back up, but eventually gave up and let it fall. Now the top half of her bra cup was exposed to all of her guests. Her tits jiggled in and out of her bra as she jumped around. On the higher jumps, I could see the exposure of her tit south of her tan line, her white puppies popping out. Finally, her left nipple popped out several times. It was hard to see from this distance, but it did appear to be a very light pink, almost invisible. There was a relative from the other family with a camcorder taping Carol as she danced. I wondered if he caught her nipple popping out.

Carol was dancing with her equally drunk bridesmaids, who were also exposing the tops of their bras. They were dancing wildly in an ever-widening circle, to the song “Shout.” There’s the part where everyone lays beylikdüzü escort on their backs and kicks their feet up in the air like dying bugs. Carol was facing us when she went down on her back. As she kicked her legs up into the air, her bridal gown and petticoats slid down her legs. Carol’s legs were spread wide, her knees bent. I could see her white stockings over her curvy calves, and the white garters that held them. I could also see her bare thighs beyond her stockings, and a glimpse of her white panties at her crotch.

When she got up, Uncle Bud pointed to the guy videotaping and laughed, “I wonder if he’ll sell me a copy of that video!”

The bride and groom disappeared from the banquet hall for a while, and the hall started thinning out. The four of us decided to call it a night, and all headed for the hallway bathroom to drain our bladders. When we exited the bathroom, Carol was standing alone in the nearly empty hallway.

“Can you guys help me?” she asked. She led us around the corner to a lounge area. Her groom Shawn was passed out on a couch. “I can’t wake him up,” said Carol. Bud and Mitch attempted to pull Shawn upright, but Shawn slumped back down. “Can you help me get him back to our room?” the helpless bride asked.

Mitch and Teddy, both big guys at well over six feet, picked Shawn up under his arms half-led, half-dragged Shawn down the hallway. Uncle Bud and I helped in case the dead weight fell, but mostly I trailed behind, as Carol lead the way to the bridal suite.

THE SUITE

Arriving at the bridal suite, Carol struggled with her key, and finally got the door open and the light on. My big cousins dragged Shawn through the suite’s outer room, followed Carol into the bedroom, and dropped Shawn on the bed.

“Oh, I hope he’s alright,” fretted the bride.

“He’s ok, but it looks like he’ll be out for the rest of the night,” said Uncle Bud, while the rest of us got Shawn’s jacket, tie and shoes off, and rolled him over onto his stomach. When there was nothing else to do with him, I wandered out into the suite, along with Carol. My niece spotted a bottle of Champaign in ice by the wet bar.

“Do you guys want to have a drink with me? I’m not ready to go to sleep, and I’d hate to waste the Champaign. It’s my wedding night, and I don’t want to be all alone.”

“Sure,” said Teddy and Mitch. Carol found two water glasses to go with the two Champaign glasses, and poured us a drink. Carol swigged right out of the bottle.

Carol looked at me with her dreamy drunken eyes, and said, “Uncle Jim, you didn’t dance with me.”

“I don’t dance,” I said, staring at her youthful face.

“Oh, you can’t say no to the bride, c’mon,” Carol said, and grabbed my hands. We started slow dancing in place to imaginary music, while the others drank and talked. Without anyone else’s eyes on us but my dirty cousins and uncle, I felt freer to let my hands wander and take advantage of Carol’s drunkenness. First I put my hands under her head veil and on her bare back, and then on her slender waist. She was average sized for her age, but I’d forgotten how slender and petite that young girls were. She felt almost fragile in my arms. I wanted to pick her up.

Carol laid her head on my shoulders. I lowered my hands down further, to her tailbone. When I heard no objection, I lowered them further, over her butt cheeks. I could just barely make out the shape of her ass globes through all of the layers of material. Carol in turn slid her hands down my back, and squeezed my ass. I pressed up against her, my hardon sliding against her tummy.

I tried Uncle Bud’s handed-down trick, and ran my right hand up her side, under her arm. I moved my hand over the side of her bra, and pressed it against her tit. Carol emitted a pleasurable moan. So I moved my hand fully over my niece’s tit, and squeezed it over her silky dress.

That was as far as I dared take it, especially with witnesses. I slowly released Carol, and grabbed my Champaign glass. Carol gave me a dirty smile and swigged her bottle. Then I stood back and watched her dance with Teddy and Mitch, and witnessed them getting their feels in.

Uncle Bud and I sat on each end of a small couch, and Carol squeezed in between us. Her full dress fell over my legs, her left arm pressing against my right shoulder.

Carol leaned forward to set her bottle on the coffee table. She stayed leaning forward as she talked to us. “Well, I guess Shawn and I won’t be consummating the wedding tonight,” Carol said straightforwardly.

“What a waste!” said Teddy while looking down at Carol. She giggled, her gown falling off of her left shoulder again. Uncle Bud put his arm around Carol, his meaty hand on her bare left shoulder. Her dress gapped open, and Bud and I got to stare down into her bra again. I could see right between her tits all the way down to the lower band of her bra. Carol crossed her legs and pulled up on her dress to get comfortable, beyoğlu escort bunching it up on her lap and exposing her knees. She put her right hand on Uncle Bud’s thigh, and her left hand on my right thigh.

“I used to have crushes on all of you,” blurted the intoxicated bride. “When I was real young.” I put my right hand on my niece’s leg, just above her knee, letting it hide under her dress. Carol moved her hand higher up on my thigh. I subtly rotated my palm over her thigh, feeling the coarse stocking. While talking, Carol uncrossed her legs, momentarily removed her hand from my thigh, and gently pushed my hand up higher on her thigh. I was now feeling the top of her stocking, and touched her garter belt.

Carol placed her hand way up on my thigh, near my crotch. Her other hand was near Uncle Bud’s crotch. I slid my hand up higher, and felt her bare, smooth, warm thigh above her stocking. My hand was hidden under her bunched-up dress, but any of the other three could figure out where it was if they looked. Carol took another swig from her bottle, and then placed her hand directly over my hard cock, which was lying along my right thigh. She gently wiggled her fingers over it. I moved my hand higher, and grazed my little pinky over her silky panty. Carol responded by spreading her thighs wider and pressing her crotch forward. My heart pounded as my fingers slid up and down my niece’s silk-covered pussy mound.

Teddy, the most drunk of us four men, said, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do to a woman in a wedding dress.”

“What?” asked Carol.

“This.” Teddy got on his knees in front of Carol between her legs. He lifted her dress up, and burrowed his head under the layers of material. I got my hand out of there, and Carol flinched and opened her eyes wide, but she didn’t scream or push Teddy away.

Bud and Mitch and I laughed at the site of the large, drunken, fifty-something-year-old man with his head under the bride’s wedding dress. Carol emitted a little squeal, and said, “Uncle Teddy, you’re naughty!” I couldn’t see exactly what Teddy was doing under there, but with his head up by her crotch, and Carol emitting little gasps and giggles, I had some idea.

Uncle Bud’s arm was still wrapped around Carol, but under her arm now, his hand completely wrapped around her left side, and he was cupping her left tit over her gown, subtly squeezing it and stroking it with his fingers.

Carol attempted to converse like nothing was amiss. “Shawn’s not even going to get to see me in the sexy underwear I bought for him. I’m wearing all these expensive undies under here just for him, and no one’s going to see them.”

“Well, why don’t you show us, then?” asked Uncle Bud.

“Oh, Uncle Bud!” said Carol to a man that was born about forty-six years before her, that just asked to see her underwear.

“Shawn’s not going to wake up. We’ll tell you what we think of your lingerie.”

Teddy came out from under her dress and said, “Yea, c’mon, Carol.”

“Sure, no one’s going to know,” chimed in Mitch.

To my own surprise, I turned to my niece and said, “We’d all like to see your underwear.”

The others continued coaxing their drunken niece to take off her dress for them. A dirty little smile formed on Carol’s young mouth as she looked at us. Slowly she stood up. She reached back and tried to unclasp the back of her dress. Mitch was quick to get behind her and help her with the clasps. After he got a few undone, Carol climbed up on top of the coffee table in her high heels.

Carol faced the couch where Bud and I were sitting. Mitch now stood behind the couch, and Teddy was sitting in a chair to our left. Carol had dreamy eyelids that told me she was quite drunk. She started to slowly dance to some music in her head. She slowly swayed from side to side, sometimes humming something. She got a dirty smirk on her face as she dropped her gown off of her left shoulder again. She teased us with the right shoulder, pulling it up and down, wiggling her shoulder in our direction. Finally, she let the dress fall from her shoulders.

The drunken newlywed stood dancing above her four uncles as she pulled down the front of her dress. She tugged it down her waist, and exposed all of her lacy white bra. She worked at a few more buttons in the back as she danced, while we stared at her bare, tanned midriff, and bra. Then she tugged at the sides, and pulled it off of her hips. She bent over as she pushed the jumble of white silk and lace down her legs. As she leaned over, the top of her tits spilled over her bra cups.

I looked at my niece in her white hose, white garters and belt, skimpy white panties, white bra, veil, and white high-heeled shoes. She almost fell over stepping out of the dress, and then stood before us in her underwear, half- posing and half-dancing. I inspected her panties closely. They appeared to be silk, and very skimpy. They were tight over her crotch and flat stomach, and quite low, scooping down a little from the thin straps at the side. They were cut so low that I looked for pubic hair sticking out the top, but didn’t see any. Her bra cups were cut real low, barely covering where I guessed her nipples would be. They were pushing her tits up, which is why they appeared to be ready to fall right out of her bra.

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I looked out my back window and saw him. Gavin was playing catch with his dog and all I could think about was the other night. My hand slid to my already throbbing pussy.

We had been in the pool, my fiancé was out, and Gavin and I had a heated moment between us. My clothes were off and he was hard as a rock. He picked me up, I had my legs around him and he had me pinned against the side of the pool. I could feel his heavy breathing in my ear as he was thrusting against me-not yet inside me but so close. I rubbed my pussy on his cock wanting so bad to just let him slip in. His fingers slid effortlessly inside me and he was surprised to feel that I was so incredibly wet.

Just thinking about it made me want it again even though I know it was so wrong. We didn’t have sex, but I wanted to. My hand slipped down my shorts and I began playing with myself, eyes closed, imagining the pool encounter just days ago. I promised myself I’d keep myself in check with him. I wasn’t about to cheat on my fiancé- we were to be married in less than a year! Yet I’ve never had such a strong sexual attraction to another man in my life. From the moment we moved in I’ve had fantasies about him.

I quick pulled out my vibrator. There was a possibility I’d see him tonight and I didn’t want to be so horny that I couldn’t control myself. I imagined the way he grabbed me in the pool and pleasured myself until climax. Taking a deep breath, I finished my housework and headed outside.

Having the night to myself was my favorite. The fire-pit was so mesmerizing I got lost in thought. Half a bottle of wine in and killing it with my guitar. I barely heard him sneak up behind me.

“What cha up to?” He asked, whiskey in hand.

“Just getting bahçelievler escort some guitar practice in.” I answered, feeling the butterflies in my stomach start.

“Sounds good. May I join?” He asked.

“Of course!” I answered. Realizing I sounded a little to eager to see him.

An easy few glasses of wine later and the flirting started. I bent over to add to the fire and I felt him slap my ass hard.

“Your ass is looking nice” he commented. I just smiled. I went to sit back next to him on the bench but he grabbed me by the hips pulling me to straddle him. My lips barely grazed his as I felt his hands yank my shirt up and exposed my tits from my bra. He started at them for a moment then put his mouth on them. It took me by surprise and I let out a moan.

I took a quick look around to make sure no one was outside and then I leaned into Gavin and grinded my hips against him. I felt him pull me even closer rubbing his near rock hard cock against me. I clenched his shirt into my hands as I instantly wanted to rip his clothes off. He took another breath and picked me up. With my legs around his waist he carried me up to the deck and sat me on the table.

I hadn’t planned on this but I couldn’t stop it now.

“We shouldn’t…” he whispered.

“Please Dont stop” I whispered back. Instantly not knowing where those words came from. Who was I?

I stood up so he was able to unbutton my shorts and slide them down to my ankles. Be threw them to the side of the deck. I started to slide his shirt up to expose his military chiseled abs. He pulled his shirt off seeing that I wanted to touch him. He got down to his boxers and I had to just stare at bahçeşehir escort him for a minute. He was absolutely the sexiest man I’d ever seen. He instantly put me back on the table laying me down spreading my legs apart. I could feel myself dripping wet already. His face came in between my legs breathing heavy through my lacy thong underwear. He kissed my thighs and pulled my underwear to the side. I saw stars as he put his whole mouth on my pussy licking me in full strokes, moaning as he was doing so. I didn’t know where to put my hands, how to hang my legs I was just completely in ecstasy. I could feel an orgasm creeping up. I began to moan and he quickly put a hand up over my mouth to stop me. He stopped eating me out and stood up again.

I shot up on the table and grabbed him by the hips. There was no resisting this now. I was too far gone. I went to pull him out of his boxers but he stopped me again.

“Please” I whisper moaned to him.

“Not yet” he whispered back.

I could tell he was so turned on his cock was buldging through his shorts.

He led me into the house. Oh god. The house I shared with my fiancé. This was so incredibly wrong. But I no longer cared. Gavin roughly pinned me up against the counter, his hands reaching around to caress my stomach and grabbing my tits and then sliding down ever so slowly. I felt a finger slide into my now dripping pussy. I pressed my hips back into him as I heard him begin to pull his boxers down. I felt his cock hard against my ass. I didn’t care what he wanted to do to me- I wanted every inch of him.

He pulled away again. He guided me to the floor. The kitchen floor of all places. Climbing on top of me he grabbed bakırköy escort me by the hips and grinded his hips into me again.

“What do you want me to do?” He whispered in my ear.

I didn’t say a word but grabbed his cock in my hands and guided him to my pussy. Almost expecting him to pull away I was pleasantly surprised to feel him ram into me with no hesitation. Thrusting deep into me I felt how much larger his cock was compared to my fiancé. My pussy wasn’t used to the size but I was so lubricated that he glided through with ease. I thrusted back against him fully letting go.

“Oh my god you’re so wet” he told me as he flipped me over onto my knees taking me from behind. Gripping my hips tightly he entered me slowly. He began thrusting deeper and harder as his hands traveled to play with my tits.

“Get up” he suddenly said as he stopped. I stood up and turned to look at him holding his cock. He pointed to the couch. Practically running to it we embraced passionately again. This time he kissed me, grabbing my head tightly in his hands. He turned me back around and bent me over the couch.

I couldn’t take the anticipation much longer. He started fucking me from behind with meaning this time, spanning me every so often. His hand reached around to my clit and he began to rub. I couldn’t hold my orgasm any longer and began to cry out as I felt my juices run down my legs and onto the couch. Just as my orgasm was almost finished I felt him thrust three more times and as he moaned he released his load into me. We paused for a moment after and I turned around. Breathing heavy and full of cum, I walked to the bathroom to clean up. He spanked me again as I walked past. I couldn’t wrap my head around it yet, I just fucked my neighbor.

“This isn’t over yet” he said.

“Oh?” I asked, a smirk on my face.

“Ten minutes. Meet me outside” Gavin says as he heads out to the porch.

I knew it was so wrong but I knew I wanted to fuck him again and again before the night was over and before my fiancé came home.

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Chapter 3

The next several weeks were nerve wracking, the fight after the discovery was epic. They had never argued like that, but Seamus knew he had hurt Cleo. He knew that not only had he hurt her by fucking another woman, but by bringing that woman to their bed. She had not said anything to Jennifer but the truth be told she didn’t seem mad at Jennifer.

Jennifer had barely spoke to Seamus, the best he could figure was she was giving him time to work things out with Cleo. On the one hand Seamus was glad because he did want to work things out. On the selfish side he was horny as fuck and after going from two sources of pussy to none, his hand just wasn’t cutting it. He knew he had to do something about it.

On a rainy afternoon Seamus went for his monthly haircut, his stylist was a beautician because she gave an amazing cut at a fair price and she wasn’t bad on the eyes. She was at least 10 years his junior with two kids and the body of a brick shithouse. This appointment had been scheduled for early but he shot her a message and asked if they could make it later. He knew she often stayed at the shop late and was hoping he could be her last customer after everyone left. He was hoping her last message to him where she said she fucking loved him would pay off.

He got to the shop at 8:30pm as they agreed and as he hoped there was not a soul in the shop. Katrina shut ataşehir escort the door and locked it behind him. The haircut began like always Seamus was trying to remain as still as possible. The conversation was one sided with Katrina doing all the talking. She asked if everything was alright Seamus proceeded to tell her mostly. She asked what was wrong and he hesitated to tell her, but then he realised he had not talked to anyone about what had happened and Cleo basically wasn’t looking at him so she sure as shit wasn’t talking to him. He told her everything and when he was finished so was his hair. He felt somewhat better but it didn’t resolve his horniness and from reliving everything to this beautiful younger woman he had quite the erection.

He had noticed Katrina glance down, he knew he was nothing special but she was definitely checking out his package. She bit her pouty red lip and then just said “No I shouldn’t.” He looked at her with a quizzical stare. Finally after a long silence she said “I don’t wanna make things worse.”

Seamus responded, “What do you mean?”

“Well the shop is empty and there is a massage table back there, I could give you a massage and make you forget about some of this stress.”

The idea sounded good so Seamus replied “Fuck it, sounds good!” Without a further thought he went to the room stripped avcılar escort down and covered with a towel. He heard the door open and didn’t even look up but felt two dainty hands working the muscles of his back. It felt good and the tension did start to release and as it did he got hornier. Katrina asked him to roll over and when he did he looked over and realised for the first time she was naked too. She removed the towel from his waist and said “we won’t be needing that now will we?” She worked his chest and her beautiful C cup breast were in his face. Katrina after all was about 5 foot 2 and 120 pounds soaking wet and based on the smell of excitement that hung in the air she was soaking wet. Her small frame held large breast for her size and her always colored hair was perfect.

All of a sudden he felt her mouth on his cock, his daydream thinking how beautiful she is had been interrupted. She gave him a blowjob that would make you slap your grandma. Just before he was about to blow she stopped and straddled him lowering her wet pussy down and on his hard cock. He almost blew right then but let her ride him. They fucked with her on top working his cock for about 15 minutes. Then he rolled them over and got between her legs. He slid his cock all the way, in finding her cervix and then pressing. Her pussy clamped down and would not let go. The muscles avrupa yakası escort started milking his cock, he screamed out “FUCK I’M GONNA CUM!”

Katrina responded, “yes please do, shoot that load inside me”! With that he thrust in again and emptied his balls into Katrina. She lay there smiling, his cum beginning to trickle from her now used twat.

It was in this awkward moment that he knew he just needed to talk to Cleo. He asked Katrina what he owed her, she answered “nothing this was payment enough.”

He went home and told Cleo he was sorry. He confessed to her that he still loved her but that his love had multiplied and that he thought if she would be willing he would like to find interested parties in threesomes. He told her that he desperately needed to fuck her too. He threw her on the bed, ripped the clothes off of her and with his already hard and used cock he began to fuck her. He was extremely turned on that he was fucking his wife with a still moist dick.

When they were spent, Cleo asked what he needed. He told her that he would like to find people who would fuck them together. He wanted Cleo to get as much out of it as he was. Cleo asked who their first victim was and he told her he would like to bring Jennifer back. Cleo agreed but did so on one condition. She set it up and he would not know when. She also said he could only have blowjobs until it happens and her goal was not to get him off, it would be his job to will himself to get off. The only other rule was no masturbation. With that arrangement, Seamus pulled out and blew his load right on Cleo’s stomach. He shot so hard that some of the cum reached her chin, not bad for a second load in an hour.

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Warning! I debated about where to post this story. The fact is I could post this in Transgender & Crossdressers. So this is a warning for those who don’t want to read about the protagonist’s new sister who used to be his brother. Nonetheless I wrote this story with incest in mind as my preferred taboo so I hope other’s will enjoy the story as well in this regard. There will be a second part soon that will finish the story.

I do read every comment so feel free to criticize and give me ideas for the next part. Thanks for reading.

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When my brother came back from college he had changed. I was aware that there had been a change before he arrived. He had told us.

I had just turned 18. He was 23 then and none of us, not my father, not my mother, nor me, had seen him in over four years. He had left to college at 18 but after his first semester he got an opportunity to study abroad. He stayed abroad for the remaining of his education, in Spain.

My parents didn’t like this but they couldn’t do much about it since he was an adult. He talked to our parents on the phone while away but it wasn’t until his final phone call before visiting us that he told them about his change.

He rang the bell and I answered the door. My brother had left over four years ago and now my sister had returned.

I was stunned. I wasn’t sure how to react so I didn’t react at all for a few seconds, I froze.

“Let me guess? You don’t recognize me.”

I shook my head and then we hugged. I asked boring questions about the trip absentmindedly. Then my parents came home from the store and hugged Brian and told her how happy they were to her. I remained mostly quiet for the rest of the day.

This was a big change for Brian but I knew he had transitioned. The change however was bigger than I had expected.

“Call me Bree.” She told me the next morning at breakfast. I had been quiet the whole day she arrived because I was too concerned about what I was seeing.

First of all her voice was soft, which I didn’t recognize on my brother. She was about my height, skinny, and pale white. She had a tattoo with a Chinese symbol on her left arm. She had a nice figure. There was the subtle curve of her breasts. She had boobs. These weren’t gigantic but many girls would envy them. When she picked up her luggage her blouse had allowed me a peak at the new cleavage.

I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was all natural flesh. She had a small waist and then came the kicker.

My brother had an average dude’s body though I never paid any attention to it. The woman eating at my table didn’t. The best way to describe it is my calling it a plump butt. She had been wearing leggings when she showed up and her raised and rounded butt drew my attention right away.

This morning she was wearing gray drawstring track shorts. They displayed her womanly sharp legs.

After breakfast I couldn’t help myself but peek at the back. The shorts covered her butt but there was something too tempting about the way they stopped just under the butt cheeks. When she walked her ass cheeks stretched and shaped her shorts and I was stupidly caught staring down when she turned around.

Nothing was said but it bothered me to have been caught staring.

These thoughts were plaguing me. The days went by and I had to start avoiding her. I mean, we’re family. Besides, I’m not gay and well, I don’t know what’s going on at the front end. I felt confusedly and aroused throughout my days.

Why was she so careless? At home she wore mostly small shorts and thin blouses. Her nipples were visible at times.

One day she came up from behind me, slapped my ass, and then put her arm around me. By this point I was talking to her like a normal human being. We laughed and then I put my arm around her lower back. We joked and then she turned away from me. I slapped her butt.

“Ouch!” She exclaimed. She twisted her upper body around, her head turning towards me while her butt remained in the same spot. I liked the expression of pretended pain in her face. She was pretty, I noticed. She placed her hand down over the butt cheek I had just slapped.

“That better not leave a mark!” And she raised her short’s ‘sleeve’ enough for her ass cheek to come into view. It was a little red. “My skin is so pale see, now my cheek is red.”

“It’s gonna be alright. I’ll even it out if you want me to.” I blurted out.

She smiled. “I’ll make you pay for this.” And she walked away.

What did I say? This small interaction gave me a lot to think about. What had my intentions been by that comment? I went on worrying and trying to not think about the reactions my dick was having on a daily basis.

She helped Mom wash the dishes. I’d make excuses to go into the kitchen and glance at her ass as they spoke. She would shake her butt from side to side as she spoke. Was she doing that for me?

It was a daily routine they had. Washing dishes, mother and daughter. Then one day I came into the kitchen, they didn’t turn around. Bree’s left hand grabbed her hip topkapı escort and pulled her shorts up revealing some skin. She knew I was watching, I was sure. But then the real shock came over me when she laughed and her right hand moved to rest on Mom’s hip and then drop down on Mom’s ass.

As I was walking away I noticed a small squeeze she gave her.

Then one day she moved.

She found a job a week after arriving home and weeks later Bree moved to her own place. We visited her as a family a couple times and then I didn’t see her for a little while. Mom visited her regularly by herself and often talked about her at home.

Her absence didn’t help. I began to think about her more and more.

I wasn’t the master of my brain.

So I paid her a visit.

“Hey!” She greeted me at the door.

“Hey.” I replied shyly. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“That’s just the TV. Come inside.”

She was wearing pink sweatpants and a small blouse that ended on her belly button. The sweatpants were a bit baggy except for her butt area where the flesh inside stretched the pants to the shape of her butt.

“I’m not doing anything right now, just bored so I’m glad you came.”

We walked towards the kitchen. “So what’s it like to have a house.”

“Oh, it was exciting just at first. What would you like to drink?”

“Oh, just water would be fine.” She opened her fridge and pulled out a water bottle for me and a corona beer glass bottle for herself.

“You’re a drinker now.” I observed.

“I’ve been a drinker for a while. A lot has changed little brother.” She smiled. “Anyways, it’s really exciting having a new house at first but now it’s kind of a pain.”

“How so?”

“It’s expensive for one. And then the fact is I don’t really need all this space. I have three bedrooms and for what?”

“You never know who’ll come visit.”

“That’s what I thought but mostly people don’t stay overnight. This house is meant for more people.”

“There you go, then I can be the one who stays here overnights.”

“You are welcomed any time.”

“What about work? Do you like it?”

“For the most part. There’s a couple assholes at work but assholes are everywhere.”

“Yea, they’re everywhere. There’s two here right now.”

“That’s true but some assholes are prettier than others.”

I laughed. “Hah, and are there two pretty assholes here or is one prettier than the other?”

“Well, I like to brag sometimes and between you and me I have one very pretty butthole. I’d be surprised if you had something to compete.”

I didn’t know where this was going and I didn’t know what more to say. I had been thinking about that butt for too long and the subject had to be changed or else…

“Are those ‘assholes’ at work gonna cause problems?”

“Problems for me? I don’t think so. You should understand something about me. I’ve been around men all my life. I know how they are and how they act when they think no one is around. I know how horny and stupid they act, I have a dick too…” I blushed at hearing this. “But I’m a woman now so I have to experience the other side of it. The usual stuff women get. These asshole are not actually doing anything dramatic, it’s just the offhand comments.

“‘You look beautiful today Bree’, the way they look at me. One of them is my boss and he’s been calling me to his office for no good reason. He makes me serve him water every time I’m there and thinks I don’t notice that I have to bend down and stick my ass out towards him while I do it. He ogles me.”

“That’s stuff I never have to deal with.” I said.

“Yes. It’s just the work environment. I don’t want to get involved with anyone I work with. It usually ends badly.”

“Why would you get involved with them? Don’t you hate them?.”

“It depends. One coworker I do like.”

“So are you… um.” I hesitated.

“Gay? I’m your sister John. You can ask me anything. And yes and no. I’m a woman, so no I’m not gay if I have relationships with a guy, and yes I’m gay if I have relationships with a girl.”

“If?” I smiled.

“If. There’s still boundaries. I’ve been away for a while so you’ll get to know me better.”

I continued my visits thus for the next few weeks. We got along well but after a while I had to admit it to myself. Lust was building up in me.

So one evening I decided to stay over at her place. She went off to shower while I watched TV on the living room. I stumbled upon a show we used to watch before. When she came out of the shower and into the living room she was wearing shorty shorts like the ones used for track and field. Black ones that allowed me to admire her smooth legs and a simple yellow blouse.

She saw what I was watching. “I love this show.” Then proceeded by moving between the TV and me and dropping down.

First she knelt facing me. This caught my attention right away. The way she looked at me was strange. It wasn’t a blank stare, it was calling for my attention and daring me with her eyes. tuzla escort So she turned around and dropped down on her belly.

So she lay down on the floor between the couch and the TV. It took me no time to forget about the TV. The shorts lifted up a bit to reveal the very bottom of her recently showered butt cheeks. There, flat on the floor, her butt stood out. It was beautiful and full. Plump. A bubble butt, whatever you want to call it.

She watched the TV with her elbows to the floor and her hands under her chin. Unconsciously it seemed, she began to rock her ass right and left.

I moved off the couch and sat on the floor.

“Sis.”

“What’s up?” She didn’t turn towards me.

I grabbed her naked foot and began to move my hand up her calve and back to her foot again. I wasn’t brave enough to say more yet but she broke the silence.

“I like how you do that with your hands. I’ve been walking all day little brother, please continue.”

So I put my other hand to work too and began massaging her calves. Then I moved them a little higher, just eyeing my goal up ahead. Her legs were so tender and clean. She had great skin.

When I finally got up to above her knees I slowly touched. I was still unsure of how far I would go but I also didn’t want to do anything stupid. But then I felt her left foot.

Her left foot moved up and found my crotch. I hadn’t even noticed my erection until the bottom of her foot found it.

She moved her foot up and down against my cock. Since I was wearing shorts the barrier between our skins was so thin I could feel the shape of her foot. This sensation stopped me for half a minute.

“Please continue John. My legs are so sore.” This snapped me back to the task at hand. I could not ignore the foot lightly slapping me cock and it increased all other sensations.

She had nice legs. Shapely womanly legs. Her thighs were so soft, I moved faster. I couldn’t help myself.

I massaged her legs for just a minute before I moved up. I moved my crotch past her foot which meant not more footsie cock slapping. But that was the price I was willing to pay because now my hands took hold of the thigh area just underneath her butt cheeks. One hand stayed there and then my right hand ascended.

Lightly I placed my hand on her butt cheek. She didn’t react so I pressed more and more firmly.

Then I dragged my left hand up her thigh to her other butt cheek. Without realizing how fast things had moved, I found myself playing with her ass, pressing my hands, pinching her, feeling her. I was so worked up then she raised her butt up by lifting her hips off the floor.

I was breathing harder when I grabbed her hips and moved up against. She has such beautiful ass and my cock was big inside my shorts. I grabbed the elastic waist of my shorts and pulled them down. I was acting on instinct, with no consciousness, when my erect cock popped out.

The fabric of her shorts was also very thin.

I just needed to move a little closer to get my dick to rest on her ass. My cock sat in between her ass cheeks. I let it be for a few seconds.

Then I bounced it lightly up and down enjoying every time my cock touched her. The longer this went the hornier I got. I brushed my cock from left to right all over her ass.

I backed up a little and moved the tip of my cock against her skin just under the shorts. I saw the wetness of my head transferred to her skin. I moved it up so it found its way into the shorts. The shorts were so tight that it was difficult to do so. On one side I felt the shorts against my cock which wasn’t the most pleasant. On the other side however it was heaven.

My cock was hard pressed against her butt so I started moving forward and backwards. She broke the silence.

“You’re not so little any more, my little brother.” I continued moving. “I think it may be time to prove it to you how pretty my butthole is.” My cock was so hard at her words. After a minute or so she continued. “I’m so hard already.”

I snapped. I still felt very confused. I became more aware of how much I had gone. I was so turned on and yet…

I stood up abruptly.

“I… I should go.”

“What?”

I pulled up my shorts and picked up my shoes.

“I need to go..” I said.

“Aren’t you gonna finish what you started?” She shook her butt at me.

“I.. I’m sorry I have to go?”

“You’ve been looking at it from day one brother.”

We made eye contact. I didn’t know where the strength to turn away came from but I did. I left the house with a raging boner in my shorts.

I tried to avoid thinking about what had happened but I couldn’t. I didn’t sleep much that night. At 10:30 when I arrived home Mom was in the living room hanging up the phone. She wasn’t surprised to see me.

“Hey honey, I thought you were staying at your sister’s, did something happened?”

Her eyes moved up and down on me.

“No, I, I, changed my mind. I have some stuff to do tomorrow morning.” I quickly hurried away doing my pendik escort best to hide.

“Okay, goodnight honey.” She yelled behind me. Damn it, she saw it. My shorts were not good at hiding my boner.

I had to calm down. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was so horny.

To my surprised the door to my room opened. It was Mom. I was sitting at the edge of my bed.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes, Mom.” She entered the room.

“Should I call your sister?” I must be losing my mind I thought. Mom was wearing a light pink flowy nightgown that was see through. Underneath she wore lace black panties and a black brassiere.

Somehow my first thought was Mom’s thickness. She wasn’t fat, you would think of her as skinny but maybe that’s just because she is a bit short at 5’3″. Yet I couldn’t help but notice how her panties pressed down against her skin and then I hadn’t noticed before that Mom had big breasts.

“No, why would you? I just had to do something tomorrow.” She sat down next me.

“Baby, you know you can tell me anything that is bothering you right?” She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down against her chest. I had many thoughts going through my head with my eyes wide open and so close to her breasts.

Yet even so I wasn’t prepared for what came next.

In the middle of my answer, “Yes Mom I know…” Her hand landed on my cock. “There’s… nothing wrong…” She patted my member over my shorts.

“Okay I’m glad you know you can trust me. I’ll let you go to bed now.” She let go of me and stood up, was about to walk away but stopped.

She picked up some piece of clothing from the floor, what piece of clothing? I do not know.

I do not know because her nightgown was magnificently shorter from the back, when she bent down I was flashed by her chubby ass stretching her black panties only a couple of inches away from my face.

She stood back up, murmured something I didn’t hear, and left my room.

I rolled around in bed for a while. It was a strange night in which I had to come to some conclusion. Of course I masturbated but it didn’t help in my confusion, my mind was haunted.

Main conclusion about my sister: I wanted to fuck her. Mostly because that ass was incredible. This thought carried over to the rest of her body. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those perky tits. I kept thinking… She had a beautiful face, fuckable I might add. Fine features all arounds, her make-up wasn’t being over used but it highlighted the sculpted face. I wanted to do things to that mouth I could not deny this.

Which brought me to the second conclusion, or question. She had a cock. I have never had a desire for men, thus her cock was in the very least an intimidating concept.

What was I supposed to do with it? I certainly didn’t want to be fucked by it. Tonight I had lost my mind in such a wonderful way. My cock had rubbed against her skin. It was scary to think about how far I could go. It’s all confusing. Then what the fuck had happened with Mom? I pushed thought thoughts out of my head.

I only slept that night because I gave up at some point and I masturbated again to the dirty thoughts I was having.

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I didn’t get much rest. Not only did I not sleep much but the next morning was a Saturday and it allowed a certain someone to visit.

Bree was having breakfast in the kitchen by the time I woke up. “Hey Bree.” I didn’t make eye contact, I couldn’t. Yet she moved around the kitchen after she had finished her breakfast and my eyes drifted towards her. She had a plain white t-shirt and a velvet red skirt.

The skirt was short and as she moved it swung from side to side threatening to display more and more flesh. And then she did.

While I ate she talked to Mom who was washing some dishes. They spoke and I looked up. Her hands came down to the small of her back and then it went lower and lower, reaching the lower edge of her skirt.

For me and for me only, she knew what she was doing. She lifted the skirt slowly revealing the absence of another piece of clothing underneath.

Her round beautiful butt cheeks. Her hand yet again was lowered keeping the skirt up and away. She grabbed the bottom of her ass cheek and squeezed. That meat could be mine. I thought.

I couldn’t help but grow a boner. Yes, I could have walked away but can anybody blame me for not doing so? When Mom walk away Bree slapped her ass. Mom didn’t react and simply walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t hear where she was going, I didn’t hear anything that had been said between the two. Bree came to sit next to me.

“How you been since …?” She asked.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Wonderful.” She placed her hand on my leg and began to move up and down just barely touching my dick. I stood up once my dick began to move on its own.

I walked to the sink and began washing my plate. She didn’t hesitate. “Here, a woman should do the dishes.” She grabbed the dishes from my hands and suddenly she had moved against my body.

I gave way until she stood in front of me. My hands found her hips and I pulled her butt closer. My cock wasn’t fully erect for just a moment. Then it was big, it was hard, and I felt her cheeks against it. She pushed back, I pushed forward.

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Hey y’all, sorry for taking so long. I’m a busy person. I’ll try to be more consistent this summer…

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“Hey, come over will ya?” I said as soon as she picked up.

“Why haven’t you texted me back? I’ve sent you so many pictures begging you for some!” She said in a bitchy tone, her usual tone.

“Just come over, babe,” I insisted.

“We literally have been going nuts over here-“

“Ok I’ll see you in a few, bye,” I hung up. They had been sending us nudes for the past twelve hours and asking for some of ours, as if they didn’t have enough already. But she didn’t need pictures of my dick, she needed my dick itself.

I called her as soon as mom said she would go out for groceries, seeing an opportunity to level the tent me and my brother had in our shorts. We woke up horny from a scarce day yesterday, and had a sexy event happen with Mom, and then we saw the babe down in the next block in her parent’s garden on our way to the thrift store. We relieved ourselves some with her, which is another story,, but it wasn’t enough.

The girl I called was Angie. Or Lexi. I don’t really know which one, they’re identical twins just like T and me and we don’t really care about what makes them different because they’re both fucking fantastic. All of us have been buddies for… a very long time. A decent portion of our lives, and we’re all just 19. We only started banging recently though, once they turned 18, so they’ve been struggling to take us inside em.

After hanging up, mom was gone and I stripped off my t-shirt and plopped on the loveseat nearby in the living room. Mom didn’t like us getting on the furniture sweaty like this, but that’s because she doesn’t know that we soil it regularly with cum and just clean it. My penis was stretching my shorts almost to breaking point so I tried slipping them off. But my dick was sticky from that girl on the other block’s pussy, so it took some work. But before I freed my monster, I heard the familiar slap of a huge dick hit a hard, fleshy surface. Of course, Tony had beat me to completely stripping and he sat on the sofa, naked, with his dick still wobbling from being liberated and bouncing back to smack his pecs. He yelped at his dick slapping his wounds, which made me chuckle. Soon enough though, I caught up and was punched in the chest by a sticky cockhead. Now there were two alpha studs with almost 30 inches’ worth of extra thick man beef between the both of us visibly throbbing and profusely leaking.

“Mom wants us bad, bro,” T mentioned, forcing his hand to stay away from his rod.

“Well it’s about time we have her, that sweet body of hers deserves a heavy duty pounding,” I admitted.

“She’s definitely getting it, but before we come up with a plan we need more pussy,” he said eyeing his dick while I massaged my nuts. They hurt and we desperately needed release.

A few minutes later the door opened, and a pair of long, muscular legs and big, perky tits pounced on me, being the closest one to the door. She mashed her lips on mine and squeezed my balls hard, making me groan out. I heard Tony yelling at me, “How many rounds?” and I responded with just two fingers on my right hand. That meant two rounds before we switched girls. I guess he had his dick attacked before his face.

She wasn’t just kissing me hard, shoving her tongue for me to suck in my mouth; she massaged an orange sized testicle in each hand and had her mini skirt ride up her tight waist above her bare, wet pussy so that she could rub it up and down my shaft, marinating my steak before I fed it to her. Her tits were pressed on my upper chest as we face fucked each other, but I just kept my hands behind my head for now. I had to keep myself under control, being so horny and provoked at the same time, otherwise she would get brutalized.

I heard heavy moaning from the other pair, between them both, actually. Either T was praising the chick for taking his dick like a pro or she would moan around his dick or pull back to tell him how delicious and huge he was while she speed-jacked his slobbery shaft with both hands and room to spare.

Then my girl covered up my view with her cute, little, sopping wet pussy while she took the throat plunge on my dick. And of course I did not hesitate to dive into her love well and appreciate her pussy before I smashed it into unrecognizability while she sucked my turgid rod. She only took a few to swallow my entire girl buster, and would take even less to earn breakfast. I was way too horny to hold back, and she was massaging my nuts in just the right way to entice them to blow up.

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T

I had my pants off and my dick flopping and slapping around before G, but he had a slut literally go at him face first and in an instant pull her skirt up to show me her sweet, sopping wet cunt, only to hide it behind his shaft to rub him while şirinevler escort they made out. Staring at that didn’t let me get ready to have my dick plunged three quarters of the way down the other girls throat before she even knelt in front of me! I groaned out loud and asked G how many rounds till we switched, but he couldn’t even answer me so he just put out two fingers to let me know. It was not going to take a long time to get me to shoot a wad.

I still had the scent of my sweet mother’s love in my nose from being the one closest to her while putting the box spring in the room. She had jacked off to her own sons! And I was intrigued. I am more than eager to include her in our sex life and can’t wait to introduce her to our love weapons. She already had a short encounter with them, but that would not be enough. She must get the whole experience now that she had a sneak peak.

But that was a plan to figure out later, because at the moment, there was someone taking part in the whole experience, literally. She, as always, had my whole length down her throat in less than a minute. I was losing it, of course, while she praised my size and taste in between chugging my XXL man sized meal. She would hum with my cockhead in her mouth, which drives me crazy and occasionally give my pipe a break and attack my fattened up nuts. I let her know how slutty and awesome she was whenever I wasn’t choked up on a groan myself.

I got mentally lost in lust and pleasure for who knows how long until I felt her trying to climb me. I opened my eyes and realized she was trying to pull a sixty-nine, and I was more than happy to eat some pretty pussy; I was parched and hungry for femaleness. I had barely positioned her legs around my head when I felt her swallow my entire length effortlessly again, leading me to stiffen up initially and then relax so my face landed on her sweet little core. It smelled wonderful and I couldn’t wait to pound this one or the other twin.

I ate that cunt like it was the last time I ever would. I quickly found her clit and played with it and nibbled on it and shoved my long tongue to reach as deep as I could into that velvety chasm. For the most part she was shooting lady juice at my face and I was just cleaning her up inside and out, sipping her sweet tea while she choked on my drill. She was coming so readily I was almost worried if she kept up like this she wouldn’t have enough later to bathe my dick in!

But I spoke too soon. Moments later I felt my mighty balls rumble under the grip she had gotten of them when she got into the sixty-nine position. Obviously she used her hands to balance herself while she pulled and dove from and onto my dick, so since she had my nuts in her hands they were getting squeezed and rubbed harshly nonstop, which caused me to go crazy faster than usual. Both me and my brother have weirdly overly-sensitive balls, super responsive to any touch when we’re horny and they become a shortcut to getting us off, which the girls knew from experience. They really must have been starving.

After me triggering her largest and strongest orgasm so far, reflected by the cascade of cum she almost choked me on, she figured out the daily combination of humming pitch on my shaft, lip pressure on my glans and tonguing depth in my cum hole to open up my flood gates for blasts of thick wads of wholesome semen and draw a hearty groan from me. As soon as she realized my load was getting pumped up my lengthy shaft she plunged all the way to my thick root. If she stayed at my tip her swallowing would not be fast enough, so direct delivery was necessary. We didn’t have time to make a mess in that moment.

I roared at my first few shots and then was too dizzy to know what happened after that. Then I heard my brother grunting and his bitch screaming and looked up to see her huge ass bouncing as her pussy glided up and down his pussy juice soaked pole. I could only smile as I heard her strained screams and saw his hands at her hips pulling her up and shoving her down on him. My own dick throbbed and released one last load into the lips of my slut as she worshipped my cock head with kisses and licks and sucked the cum left in my cum pipe. I hadn’t softened one bit, instead I felt bigger and harder, ready for the real hardcore work.

Her lips stayed around the crown of my staff as I got up. She sucked hard one more time to draw out the last ounce of seed and then pulled out with a loud PLOP. She immediately took off everything she had on and got on all fours on the couch I was sitting on. I turned to face her fat ass and slobbering pussy with my glowing weapon. It curved up to point at a forty five degree angle from my abs, so I had to aim it manually towards it’s victim. But I didn’t want to take the plunge yet. I placed my shaft under her belly past her pussy and began şişli escort sawing back and forth, humping her while her pussy bathed me in lube and I covered her belly and tits in precum.

She whined in protest of not getting fucked, but I kept humping her, slapping her ass with my lower abs and punching her labia with my thick cock base. My dick was squirting my own lube on her titties and I reached down to spread it all over those large orbs and her tight belly I would soon bulge out of. I sped up gradually then after a few minutes I slammed onto her one last time hard and stayed there, my dick squirting out one last bit of macho honey before I pressed my shaft against her belly to show her how deep I would go. She gasped, even though we’d done it before, when she felt my deep purple glans releasing huge amounts of heat just under her tits. In the midst of her sister screeching wildly and my brother grunting out, I pulled back till my cockhead slapped my pecs, then aimed my weapon at her gaping hole, grabbed her by the hair, pushed my hips forward, pulled her back, and impaled her on half my megacock.

She screamed an intense, ear piercing scream, but I was certainly not preoccupied with that since my dick had skin tight lady muscle massaging half its length. I groaned deeply before pulling her hair and thrusting my hips to shove more of me in. That double motion control I used kept the pressure constant in her canal and prevented her pussy from pushing me out or the fluff of the couch from yielding to my shoves, preventing me from going deeper. So she had no escape from my strong pole and the large amount of pressure my girth put on her walls and her special gate. I reached that checkpoint immediately after pushing half of me in, and stretched it with considerable force the second thrust.

I let go of her hair and grabbed her wide hips instead and pushed farther. She still resisted and managed to keep me out of her box. I pushed some more, to no avail. Well then! I was gonna have to work for my prize today, and I didn’t have an issue with that at all.

I pulled out the entire length I had stuffed her with so far. She stopped screaming and moaned instead while she pushed back at me. I chuckled at that. I had barely broken a sweat so far, but I sure was gonna be dripping soon once I got into her forbidden kingdom. My dick had hardened even more inside her and had bounced up to my pecs all slobbery and swollen and purple, my scratches from earlier barely bothering me. I aimed at her core again, needing to use more force to lower my dick this time, and pushed just half of my tip, grabbed her by the hips, and plowed through her walls and her cervix in one go with a grunt, which turned into a loud groan once my balls slapped against her lower belly and her pussy spasmed in a violent orgasm around me thanks to me.

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G

After eating out my girls pussy while she choked on my dick in a sixty nine, I had to focus hard on not busting down her throat. Then, I stayed in my sitting position and moved her around so I could bounce that gloriously tight pussy on my length. She begged me to go easy on her, but I didn’t make any promises. She was lightweight enough that I could lift her up with just my arm strength and lower her sopping wet cunt on my dangerously huge cock. I penetrated her slowly, since she was more used to my size with her throat than her cunt, but she still always prevented me from going my own speed by using her legs to get up and her arms against my pelvis to keep me from lowering her.

“You’ve gotta fucking stop, babe, I’m the one doing the fucking here, alright?’ I clarified. She didn’t say anything, she just stopped and let me do my job. As I always did when she resisted me, I slammed her down on my hilt instantly, eliciting a silent scream, a series of powerful orgasms and contractions, and probably left her buzzed for the rest of day. In a second I had smashed through her vagina and her cervix, and punched her uterus into an orgasmic frenzy.

Of course I didn’t leave it at that. I began bouncing her nearly unconscious body on my pole, letting the pumped up veins all along my shaft scrub away any doubt that she was mine to have and use as I pleased. And I could hear my brother was doing the same to his slut. We made sure to hand each other drained yet stuffed sluts to each other once we swapped girls. They should be drained of energy and resistance yet stuffed completely with fresh, hot cum. The only way to ensure that was to plow her pussy to my balls’ content, then fill her up with my thick splooge. Which didn’t happen in too long a time, since I was primed up from getting sucked off. When the time came, I pulled out and shoved half my length into her esophagus to release half my thick load, then quickly plunged into her pussy mid-shot to shower her love. I fucked her taksim escort while I came in her pussy and I didn’t soften one bit.

As I bounced her on my oversized tap root I stared at her massive jugs dancing for me. I was definitely slapping some cum on those tonight. And I am planning on having her tit fuck me later. Goddamn I’m horny today!

Both the twins had awesome 36DD breasts that were pretty firm on their chests but more than willing to jiggle and shake if you were fucking them hard enough. They were so soft and they fit perfectly in my palm and around my cock shaft, the latter being a rare but awesome occurrence. Her nipples were just under an inch long and dark pink, getting rock hard as soon as I was near them. I had lifted her crop top to watch them visually serenade me as I plowed their owner senseless. The girls didn’t wear a bra when they came over to give me and my brother easy access, and it was worth it. My brother and I love playing with tits and watching them jiggle as we blast cum on them.

Anyways, those fine titties were getting to me and so was the convulsing pussy around my throbbing staff. My brother’s grunts were becoming deep groans and so were mine, which meant we were close to busting our second load of the session. Just as our gonads rose to the occasion just under our swollen penises, my phone rang.

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Just as my thrusts were beginning to get choppier as my cock swelled to pump my bitch full of another load I heard a phone ringing. It was G’s phone, and it was the ringtone he had for mom. Immediately I slammed balls deep into my slut’s cunt, punching her lungs and forcing a silent scream from them, and looked back to watch G let his girl drop to the hilt of his cock and cover her mouth. I did the same, and then he answered the call.

“Oh, ok. We’ll be waiting for you. Ok… ok… bye,” he hung up and had an annoyed look on his face. “Mom’s on her way back and she needs help with groceries.”

“Oh fuck!” I said as I pulled out till just my head was sheathed, then slammed back harder than ever, repeating that as fast as I could. Instead of rushing to clean up our sweaty, sexy mess, we fucked harder, trying to draw out this second load before we had to pack up the guns.

I let out a long, loud groan as my balls blew up in my scrotum. I kept my shaft shoved all the way in my girl until my contractions stopped, then I heard G’s groans as he too finished busting his nut in his girl’s pussy. Unfortunately for our current situation, we bust massive wads that almost always end up dripping normal men’s loads all over the place after they fill up the receiving pussy. And if we pulled out there would be huge loads of cum cascading out of each pussy, which would be impossible to clean up in time. So we had to climb up the stairs with the girls still stuffed with cock, shove them in our closet to take care of later, and clean up our mess. As soon as both nearly unconscious babes were laying on two layers of towels in the closet squirting out freshly churned cum from their conquered pussies, we ran downstairs to clean up with paper towels. Luckily, we contained our loads pretty well and there wasn’t much from us, but when those girls squirted, it either went directly to the hardwood floor or against us, where it splashed onto the furniture fr our torsos. We were almost done when mom pulled up and Greg ran out after wiping down our wet footprints towards and up the stairs to keep her out a little longer. I finished wiping the furniture just after and ran to get febreeze to spray in the living room and the entrance to the house, hoping she would get hung up on that and not notice any stray wafts of hardcore sex.

With the febreeze bottle still in my hand, I heard the door opening and my mom’s voice coming in and realized I was still buck naked and she would flip if she saw me again, especially now with a soaking wet semi and an obviously freshly fucked look on my cock. So I ran to the living room and pulled my shorts back on around my sticky, tenting rod. Greg had done so before, and I saw his own semi trailing behind mom as they made their way to the kitchen. He has wiping his abs with the paper towel, trying to make it less obvious he had gotten a pussy shower just minutes ago. I then did the same as I walked out, barefoot and shirtless, to pick up the last of the groceries. Our front door neighbor saw me like that as she walked into her car to leave and she winked at me smiling. I did the same but added a flex to my cock, making the tent of my shorts bounce before turning around to get to the trunk. I got the stuff and shut the trunk, then walked in the house. My mom already looked uncomfortable, probably because me and my brother were shirtless, soaked in sweat (and other things) and only had our supermanly cocks covered by the lightly colored, thin, stretchy fabric of our shorts, which soon soaked up the sex sauce on our rods and basically fully displayed our cocks. I put the stuff I was carrying where it belongs the pantry, then walked into her room, where G and she were.

She had a horny look in her eyes. I decided to advance and said, “So is it time to build our bed?”

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Sometimes things just happen…

Margy was a forty-nine year old divorced mom, still in good shape, attractive but far from flashy. She had been divorced eight years now. Online dating had been a complete bust. Being forty-nine meant that most of her “likes” came from guys in their fifties, sixties and even their seventies. She had no interest in a relationship with a man whose idea of “going out on the town” in three years would be a doctor’s visit, a stop at the pharmacy, and an early bird special at the local Chinese buffet. Margy felt like there was no place for her.

Her son, Jack, felt similarly disconnected. He had just turned eighteen and was working in a local burger joint for the summer until he went away to the state college in the fall. He never really fit in. He was too dorky for the stoners, not smart enough for the dorks, not good-looking enough for the cool kids, and had no desire to be part of the gym rats with their tank tops and protein shaker cups.

It was a typical Friday night. Jack was working, so Margy picked up a salad on her way home from work and ate her dinner on the couch, looking enviously at her old married friends’ posts on Facebook of couples’ dinners and flashy vacations, while some boring series on Netflix supplied the background noise that helped keep the apartment from being so quiet. Dessert was her typical Friday treat, a scoop of ice cream, half an Ambien and a couple of glasses of convenience store Chardonnay.

Jack got home from work around eleven. He took off his fast food uniform, threw it in a ball in the corner of his room, and grabbed a semi-clean t-shirt from the hamper. He stuck his head into Margy’s bedroom to make sure she was sleeping and then took his laptop, bong and baggy with the three grams of weed he had left out onto the patio behind their apartment. As was his Friday routine, Jack sat on the plastic patio furniture in his underwear, smoked his pot and surfed the porn sites. He found a couple of decent videos, good enough to get him hard, but he was too bored and lazy to jack off. By twelve-thirty, he finished his weed, packed up his computer and went inside. Jack turned on the bathroom light, took a piss, and then looked at himself in the mirror. He was decent-looking enough, carried his “dad bod” well, but too unmotivated to try to find a girlfriend.

As he turned to leave the bathroom, he saw that the light shone across the hallway and into Margy’s bedroom. She was fast asleep, the covers were kicked off, and her grey nightgown had crept up around her waist. Margy’s pale, white ass glowed in the light filtering in from the bathroom. Maybe it was the pot that lowered his inhibitions, but Jack thought to himself, “Hmmmm, this is worth checking out for myself.”

Jack walked silently into his mother’s bedroom. She was asleep on her side, naked from the waist down, with her ass facing out, close to the edge of the bed. She was snoring lightly. The light from the pendik escort bathroom made it easy to see. Jack took his time, looking her up and down. He started at her feet, looking carefully at her pedicure and the curves of the arches of her feet. His eyes moved up the backs of her calves and thighs. “No cellulite, Mom’s kinda tight for nearly fifty.”

His gaze met her ass. Jack knelt for a closer look. Margy’s knees were drawn up slightly, leaving her cheeks open slightly and exposing her pussy to view from the back. Jack looked closely at her puffy mound and thin, small pink lips. Margy was hairless. Jack looked closer, close enough now that he could see the faintest sign of razor bumps. “Fuck man, Mom shaves her pussy!” Jack was close enough to feel the heat of her skin. He inhaled deeply, taking his mother’s scent, which was a distinct combination of her favorite body wash and her natural smell. “Mmmmmmm, she smells so fucking good.”

Jack stood to continue his survey. His gaze traced up her crack to the small, hollow where Margy’s back met her butt. His eyes traced the bumps of his mother’s spine until they disappeared under her nightie. He looked at how the swell of her hips narrowed to her tummy. He moved up her back, admiring the fair skin of her shoulders exposed under the straps of her nightgown and admiring her thin arms. He was impressed. “Forty-nine and no bat wings. Pretty fucking nice!” Just the mere thought of bat wings reminded Jack of Mrs. Murphy, his old homeroom teacher, whose skin on the underside of her arms would flap as she wrote on the blackboard, sometimes so violently that Jack thought she might take flight. But Margy’s skin was firm and taught.

Jack reached the head of the bed and looked down at Margy, still fast asleep. Sure, he had seen his mother millions of times, but he never really looked at her. She really was very beautiful. Her auburn hair, tousled from sleep, still framed her face. Her skin was smooth and soft, unblemished even without makeup. He studied her for maybe the first time ever, from the curl of her ear, down her smooth jawline, to her chin with the slightest hint of a cleft. Even without lipstick, her lips were full. Her nose was small, curving up slightly at the tip, and with her eyes closed, Jack could see how long her lashes were without mascara. Jack was stunned. “I never really thought of her that way, but Mom is really hot.”

As he stepped in for a closer look, Jack tripped over Margy’s slipper on the floor. He stumbled against the side of the bed and then froze. He was certain that he woke her. Jack’s pot-addled brain struggled to come up with some plausible explanation for why he had spent the last twenty-five minutes staring at his own mother. Lucky for him, Margy didn’t even move. “Holy fuck! She slept through that! What the fuck?”

Jack scanned her nightstand with the empty wineglass and the bottle of Ambien right next to it. He understood. sefaköy escort Margy’s Friday treat, a sleeping pill and a couple of glasses of wine, did the trick. She was fast asleep with no sign that Jack’s little stumble woke her at all. Having dodged a bullet, Jack felt emboldened. He touched her arm. No reaction. He rubbed her thigh. Nothing. He rolled the back of her nightgown up higher on her back. She didn’t move a muscle.

“OMFG, could this be?” Jack wondered, “Would Mom really stay asleep no matter what?” He reached under her nightgown and slid his hand up the front, all the way up, until he cupped her breast. Not as tight as when she was in her twenties, but Margy was proud that even in her late forties, her boobs continued their fight against gravity. Jack was amazed how perky Margy’s boobs felt. “What great set of tits Mom’s got! What a fucking rack!”

Jack withdrew his hand from under Margy’s nightgown and stood at the side of the bed, proud of himself, as if he had been some great explorer of an undiscovered country. At that moment, Jack became very aware of his own erection. His penis was rock hard, pitching forward and upward, straining against his well-worn briefs. “Fuck man, I’m pitching a tent.” Emboldened by his success, Jack pulled down his briefs and allowed his cock to spring out. Impressed with himself, Jack pulled off his t-shirt and threw it on the floor next to his underwear. “Fuck yeah! I’m naked in Mom’s room!” Jack amused himself with a little celebration dance, his hard cock bouncing up and down.

Confident that nothing would break Margy’s drug-and-booze sleep, Jack lifted one knee onto the bed, the tip of his penis close to Margy’s pussy as she lay on her side, knees up. He leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock against her soft lips. He reached forward, pulling up the nightgown and exposing her breasts. This was amazing! He continued to rub his cock against her lips, which were becoming slick with his precum. Lost in his own pleasure, Jack did not notice Margy’s legs begin to stir.

Even through her self-medicated haze, Margy began to feel herself being touched. Convinced it was just a dream, Margy struggled to stay asleep, not wanting these sensations to stop if she woke. “If this is a dream, please do not let me wake up.” But, the sensations grew stronger. She could feel a hand on her breast and the head of a penis running along her slit. Wait a minute! What the fuck? This is no dream! Margy woke and realized this wasn’t her dream, it was happening for real. Immediately, her body stiffened involuntarily.

Realizing his mother was awake, Jack panicked. He lurched forward to cover her mouth and stifle a scream, but in so doing, he drove his penis deep inside her. Margy gripped the hand that now covered her mouth, her eyes darting around to understand what was happening. It took only seconds to understand that her assailant, the man fucking her, silivri escort was her own son! Jack kept his hand closed over her mouth, whispering, “Shhhhhhh, it’s ok,” over and over, while continuing to rock back and forth into her. She loosened her grip on Jack’s wrist and he slid his hand back to her breast,squeezing her nipple as he continued to slide back and forth inside her.

Jack and Margy stared at each other as they continued to fuck. He withdrew almost completely and slid back in deep. Margy was tight from her lengthy dry spell and her muscles gripped tightly on Jack’s shaft as he continued to move into her. Still limber, Margy lifted her legs and rolled onto her back while Jack remained inside her. Now, with both feet planted firmly on the floor, Jack pulled Margy to the edge of the bed, her ankles resting on his shoulders. He grabbed both her breasts with his hands and began to fuck her harder, deeper. Margy pulled her knees up, allowing Jack deeper inside her.

Jack slid his hands from Margy’s breasts and gripped her hips as he continued to pump his cock into her. Unknowingly, Jack slid his hand across Margy’s lower belly, his thumb running over the small C-section scar from the last time Jack was this far inside her. Their gaze remained unbroken as Jack quickened his pace. His balls, which had been bouncing freely, pulled up close and tight. He fucked her as hard as he could. Margy put her arms across her tits to prevent them from bouncing violently, painfully.

Jack could feel his climax coming, reaching the point where he could not stop it any longer. He thrust into Margy hard three more times and then held still. Margy could feel his penis twitch and spurt as he came deep inside her.

Although still hard, Jack began to withdraw, but Margy clamped her legs around his back,holding him inside. “No way! I am too fucking close to stop now!” she thought to herself. She grabbed his hand, placing his thumb over her clit and began to grind hard against Jack. He stood in stunned silence, not moving as his mother fucked herself against his hard cock. Margy gyrated, grinding against Jack, moaning and grunting. Years of sexual frustration and neglect gave way to pure animal lust. Margy bucked hard against Jack,her legs trembling as her own orgasm built from deep inside. Lost in the moment, Margy bore down hard, feeling everything tighten as she came harder and stronger than she had in her entire life.

Panting and sweating, Margy kept a tight grip on Jack holding him inside her as she allowed the aftershocks of her orgasm dissipate. Even as she relaxed,her legs remained clamped around him. Margy took his face in her hands and pulled Jack close. She spoke calmly, “This will never be discussed and will never be repeated.” She released the grip of her legs from around Jack’s back, allowing him to withdraw completely. She lay still on the bed, knees up with her son’s semen oozing from deep inside her, while Jack grabbed his clothes from the floor and left her alone in the quiet of her room, the only sound being her still-heavy breathing.

True to her word, Margy never mentioned another word of what happened to Jack or anyone else. They went back to their lives, never discussing or reliving what happened that night.

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***

“My first impression?” Juliet smiled to herself as she thought about the first time she had laid eyes on Matthew. Her smile grew a little wider, and she hoped her mischievous thoughts weren’t visible from her face alone. She remembered seeing him looking at her from across the room the first time they met, he was wearing a suit with a blue tie that matched his eyes. And her first thought after that was an inappropriate one. “I remember thinking that your tie matched your eyes. Then when you introduced yourself, I had this feeling that you were such a gentleman. I couldn’t get over how nice you were.” Matthew seemed taken aback by this, slightly surprised by her sincerity. Juliet laughed lightly at his reaction. “So what was yours?”

These types of questions were common during their almost daily after-work coffee ‘dates.’ It was the perfect time for the two co-workers turned friends to talk about any and everything.

Matthew thought back to when he first saw her, he was immediately captivated and it wasn’t simply her beauty, it was her smile. The way she smiled made him immensely happy all day long. He knew her positivity wasn’t forced, he could tell by looking at her eyes. And smiling was something that was natural to her, her preferred state in fact, which was definitely rare in this professional environment. From across the room, he decided he needed to get to know her. “I thought you had the most gorgeous and kind smile I had ever seen.” He took a sip of his coffee and looked away nonchalantly.

She smiled as her heart pounded in her chest. She knew they were strictly friends, but often times Matt said or did things that made her wonder if he ever thought otherwise. More recently, she had been able to control her reactions to these statements, not showing him how much they had affected her.

But unbeknownst to her, Matthew thought about her more than he should have. From the beginning he knew they could only ever be friends and their relationship would need to remain professional if they were to avoid trouble from the higher ups. So while he secretly fawned over her positive personality, gorgeous face, and professional ambitiousness, he hoped they could both maintain this friendship without true feelings surfacing.

***

“Okay Matthew, of all people I thought you would be the happiest about this news.” His supervisor shook her head in mock disappointment. “I mean look at Juliet, she is practically vibrating out of the chair. That is the type of excitement I am looking for!”

“Thank you for this opportunity, Mrs. Woods!” Juliet practically shouted. Matt looked over at her beaming smile. As if reading his thoughts, Juliet could sense that something was wrong with him. His jaw was set and in his eyes she caught a glimpse of conflict.

“You deserved it. You all have been working very diligently these last few months, and we are proud to have you representing our hospital.” At that Juliet and Matthew left, with their co-workers Andrew and Caitlyn trailing behind. The four of them were those selected to attend the biannual conference in New York.

“Can you believe it?” Juliet looked over at Matt, who seemed upset. She grabbed his arm lightly and shook him, “10 days Matt, in New York! You’re not excited?” He looked over at her and forced a smile, but over a year of friendship made it easy to recognize that something was wrong. “Are you okay?”

“Of course.” He looked away. Matt could feel her staring at him, analyzing his face, observing his lie. Within the previous ten minutes he had just gone through a rollercoaster of realizations. First, the delight he felt when he found out that Juliet and him would be practically on a vacation for over a week was overwhelming. He thought about all the things they could do together, exploring New York mostly on the company’s dime. He wanted to joke with her over dinner, then share a dessert. He wanted to see her in her pajamas just before she went to sleep, and then maybe again when she woke up.

Then it hit him. This could never happen, and he absolutely should not be thinking that way. Even though they disregarded the distinction unless absolutely necessary, technically Matt was a supervisory level above her. Relationships with subordinates, even the reported ones, were highly looked down upon and complicated their delicate workplace environment. Throughout his time with the company he had even seen people get unofficially blacklisted for the more public or raunchier relationships. Now instead of all of the wonderful things that they could do together, he began to wonder how he was going to keep her at an arm’s length. He looked over at her again, her smile had faded and her brow was slightly furrowed. Unsurprisingly, he thought, he had already screwed things up. He hated knowing that he was the reason her smile had faded. Matt nudged her playfully, “Sorry, I was lost in thought.” She looked over at him and searched his face, not yet believing that he was okay.

She could read him like a book. Where would he find the balance of remaining friendly mecidiyeköy escort and not falling for her even more? Matt smiled at her, “I was wondering how much fun we would be able to have, while still staying ‘responsible.'” He leaned in closer to her, “How about you and me hit up a bar or two on one of our free nights?” She chuckled back at him, seemingly convinced that everything was okay. “Although I guess, we’d invite Andrew and Caitlyn.”

“Sure we will, it’ll be great!”

***

On the flight to New York, Juliet practically begged Matthew for the window seat, her excitement overflowing. They would arrive early Friday and have a quick check in session. The rest of the weekend free to do as they pleased, within the realm of remaining professional of course. And they wouldn’t be leaving until Tuesday of the next week. At their large hospital, the opportunity to be an administrator or physician selected to attend this convention was the most sought after. Not only was it hosted in New York, but there were two free weekends during the conference and a majority of the networking was done informally at events that were more fun than work.

Matthew looked over at Juliet, she was wearing boots, yoga pants, and a slightly oversized knit sweater. When he teased her about her outfit, she had given him a small piece of hell. Repeating over and over how ‘comfy’ it was and how quickly it would get her through the checkpoints. In all actuality he loved those yoga pants. He could only imagine those long slim legs wrapped around his waist. If it wasn’t for that adorable sweater, not much would have been left to the imagination.

Three hours into the flight, Juliet gently tapped him. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t worry, it was a light nap.” Consistently throughout the flight, they had been encountering what they pilot called, ‘slight weather disturbances’ which gave the plane a few good bumps before settling again.

“I seriously need to use the bathroom.” She glanced past him, the smaller plane they were on had two seats and then the aisle, meaning Juliet would only need to get past Matthew. “I can just climb over you, don’t worry about getting up.”

After a quick bathroom break, Juliet freshened up with face wipe and a small Wisk toothbrush. 3 hours down, 3 to go she thought to herself. Heading back to her seat she was still just as excited to land in New York as when they first started. Matthew saw her on her way back, and made a motion to unbuckle himself and get up. “No, no. I already climbed over you once, I can do it again.” She laughed lightly. The first time she climbed over him she faced the front of the plane, meaning her yoga pants clad bottom was ridiculously close to his face. He looked away of course as she profusely apologized, but the problem was how much he liked it. This time maybe to try and make things better, she faced him as she climbed over. If anything it made things worse. She was practically straddling him, as her delicious floral scent wafted over him. Without warning the plane shook, and Juliet lurched towards him. Quickly, Matthew grabbed her hips, steadying her. Her hair draped forward, brushing across his face. It was as if a curtain has closed around them. Even in the crowded plane, they were alone, face-to-face.

Juliet broke the silence with a breathy whisper, “God, you are really hot.”

Matthew’s face expressed a mixture of confusion and appreciation and Juliet’s eyes widened in surprise of what just came out of her mouth. Suddenly she righted herself, let Matthew’s hands drop, and sat down into her seat. Her ears were on fire with embarrassment and she began to visibly blush. “I really did not mean to say that out loud. I was thinking more of temperature wise….Your hand was hot I mean.” She looked over at him and made a hilarious cringe-y face.

Matthew chuckled, he could see through her lie like a window. “Well, you are utterly adorable….I mean temperature wise of course.” Balance seemed to have been restored, and the tension was broken yet again. Still, his mind wandered to his hands on her body. He longed to run them up under her sweater, all the way up. He wanted to kiss her lips, her neck, along her collarbone. To remove her bra, while she moaned underneath him, begging him to touch her. And he would. Grab her perky small breast and wrap his warm mouth around her nipples. Maybe she would moan out his name sending shivers down his body. His tongue would roam over her and his fingers would find themselves in her lacey underwear, slowly rubbing her wet…

NO. This trip had not even started yet, and he already began failing at his goal. No more touching. Or looking. Or thinking. Shit, Matthew thought, this is going to be a long trip.

***

After a check in session that lasted until 5PM, Matt, Juliet, Andrew, and Caitlyn each went to their rooms. Thankfully, they were all adjacent to each other. Agreeing to meet for dinner in an hour they parted ways. The rest of the weekend was essentially free except for some materials to review and presentations to prep. At 6, Juliet stepped out into nişantaşı escort the hallway and waited

for the rest of the group to arrive. After a couple of minutes her impatient side took over and she knocked on Matt’s door. After a few moments he opened the door, his face was fresh and his hair damp from a shower. Juliet smiled at him and reached out to tousle his hair. “You smell so fresh. Like a garden or maybe fresh laundry.” As he stepped outside, he playfully leaned forward closing the gap between them. She stood on her tiptoes, her slender 5’4″ frame just a small space away from him. She closed her eyes and breathed in, “Like a sexy spring meadow.” She giggled and looked up at him. He looked down at her smiling face, so close to his. It would only take a moment, a quick lean forward and their lips would be touching.

Without warning, Caitlyn stepped out of her room, and Matt and Juliet jumped apart. Caitlyn looked over, “Why the heck do you two look so guilty?” Juliet looked like a deer caught in the headlights, “God damn, chill out.” Caitlyn’s relaxed and blunt attitude always so transparent.

Juliet’s light olive skin was fiery red across her freckled cheeks and the tips of her ears. She wouldn’t look up at Matt or Caitlyn. Her thoughts were flooded with how close she just came to kissing Matt. She thought the signs were there, and that maybe he was on the same page as her. She normally knew what he was thinking, which made them great coworkers, but lately it was all mixed signals. Moments of intense sexual tension mixed with times of odd coolness. Finally, she looked up at Matt who was talking with Caitlyn while she was lost in thought.

“Have fun.” Matthew said as Caitlyn walked away.

“Sorry I was totally distracted what’s happening?” Juliet’s confusion was apparent.

“Andrew and Caitlyn are going to grab dinner and drinks with another rep team that they met earlier today. I figured we could just grab dinner, relax, and then do some New York sightseeing tomorrow?”

“Yea that sounds good.” A whole night together. Juliet thought, I’m sure I can not jump his bones in that time frame.

***

After a drink and a half at the bar (Matt graciously offered to drink the other half for her if she was too ‘tiny’ to handle it), Juliet was definitely tipsy. Matt felt the familiar warmness of alcohol as well, “Let’s go upstairs.” Matt’s hand found the small of Juliet’s back and led her to the elevator.

“We are so lame. It’s not even midnight yet and we are calling it a night. What the heck?” Juliet leaned on Matt slightly, glad for his support as the combination of being tipsy and her new heels was not going well. The mild drunken urge to dance was slowly making it’s way through her body.

“I didn’t say we had to go straight to bed. We can do something fun. I just want to change into a T-shirt and lounge for a little bit.” After making it back upstairs, Juliet joined in Matt’s comfort and went to her room to changed into an oversized T-shirt and short shorts that were almost invisible under her shirt. Letting her dark curly hair down she walked over to Matt’s room.

“Is it alright if I sit on your bed?” Matt looked her up and down, in what he suspected was a very obvious manner. Her long legs were on display, and yet again her bulky top left him wanting so much more. One thing that was obvious was the lack of a bra, leaving her breast vibrantly free. Her long brown hair reached her lower back, it was refreshing to see it down instead of her usual bun. Taking her all, caused an unwanted warmth in his groin.

“Of course! Get comfortable.” Matt adjusted himself in an attempt to hide the beginning signs of his arousal.

After watching an episode of a baking show, playing charades on their phone, the conversation turned to their goals. Juliet was laying on her stomach, kicking her feet around while Matthew sat up on a pillow and looked up at the ceiling. While talking he avoided looking at her. After a long explanation of why he thought taking risk at work made him successful, Juliet lightly poked him in the ribs asked, “Do you always think it’s preferable to take risk than to play it safe?”

He finally looked over at her and smirked “It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

Juliet stood up. Slightly confused since it was so sudden, Matt leaned forward. “Where are you going?” Juliet walked away, “Just to the bathroom.”

He got up and walked over the window. He realized the hypocrisy of using that quote and sighed. It was almost 1AM and he was starting to think it might be time to wind down, maybe it was the flight or maybe it was the alcohol but he was finally getting tired. As he turned around Juliet walked out of the bathroom and straight towards him. She didn’t stop until she was a few inches from his face, “I think I am going to sleep now.” She looked up at Matt, their positions mimicking their closeness this morning. “But can I tell you a secret first?”

“Of course.” He replied quietly, taken aback by her sudden closeness and change of manner. His mind and body raced with the otele gelen escort possibilities. This could be the moment all of their animalistic urges and tensions were released. His previously subsided erection, began to return at the thought of finally seeing her in the throes of pleasure. Snapping back to the moment he added, “Anything.”

“It’s not that I am scared. But there is something about this moment, where I feel that I can’t leave.” she paused and looked down slightly. “If it’s alright with you…” The words caught in her throat as feelings of embarrassment returned.

He looked down at her lowered face and crouched down slightly to try and get her to meet his eyes again. Her face looked so concerned and innocent, Matt couldn’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness, his hand fell onto her shoulder and squeezed slightly, “Jules what is it?” He smiled at her as she seemed to relax slightly.

“Can I sleep in here? With you?” She smiled back at him shyly, her body burning with the closeness of him, his gentle touch on her shoulder, and his warm but surprised smile.

10 minutes later, with the lights off a shirtless Matt lay in his bed next to the woman he could only describe as a piece of him. Everything he told himself he would need to avoid during this trip had started on the first day. Juliet’s breathing evened out and in her oversized T-shirt she rolled on her side to face him. “I’m not drunk Matt.”

He looked over at her and smiled in the dark, “I’m not either Jules.”

“I wanted you to know that.” She sighed, “It’s just that I can’t do another lonely and quiet night right now.” This may have been first time Matt had heard her sound sad, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest. Without speaking he faced Juliet, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close to his chest. She sighed deeply breathing him in and wrapping herself around his torso, tangling her legs in his. In this moment everything felt so right, her body and his body pressed against each other as if they were meant to be, it made her want to cry. Instead she held tight, unsure if this would be a one time experience.

***

Waking up to Juliet was everything Matt imagined it would be. Laid out on his back he looked down to see her sprawled across his body. Her head tucked into the crook of his arm, her arm wrapped around his waist, and of her one legs buried under one of his. Her curly hair looked positively absurd, surrounding her in a wild untamed halo. Her dewy face remained neutral with each deep breath in and out. The urge to smother her with kisses was overwhelming, but one night of comfortable intimacy might have meant something different to her than it did to him, and so with his free arm Matt grabbed his phone and started checking his emails and the weather. Within a few minutes Juliet began to stir and he decided he would treat this morning like any other.

After extricating themselves from each other, the morning continued as if what had just occurred was an innocent sleepover between friends. They both mentioned how wonderful they slept, Juliet padded around the room and stretched, and Matt brought up the possibility of snow this afternoon. Collectively they decided to grab bagels and do some sightseeing on their comfortable Saturday.

“Dress warmly!” Matt shouted as Juliet snuck out of his room.

Weirdly, everything stayed the same, but at the same time everything had changed.

***

Juliet and Matt walked from Battery Park after returning from a trip to Ellis Island. Their day together was comfortable, talking about the weird physician that was too blunt to his patients and the new plans for a rooftop garden, conversation flowed easily. Juliet regularly bumped into Matt’s shoulder playfully and he returned her cheerful demeanor with teasing and smiles. After a 30 minute cab ride to Central Park’s Conservatory Garden they walked a comfortable pace around the dormant trees and beautiful pergolas. Suddenly, Juliet stopped and a small, “Oh” escaped her lips.

Matt turned around and looked back at her, “What is it?”

She beamed at him. “A snowflake just landed on my nose.” She looked upwards where a dusting of snow began to fall. Without waiting for a reply she spread her arms and ran down the uncovered path laughing, “You don’t get beauty like this in San Diego!” She shouted back to him while spinning with her head to the sky. Matt looked on a sprinkles of snow caught in her hair and landed on the path around them.

Breathless Juliet lowered her arms and turned to Matt who was approaching her with an unreadable expression. In one motion Matt’s hands found her rosy and chilled cheeks and his lips met hers. Soft and sweet, just like the rest of her. Passionately he pressed his body into hers, taking her in his arms as he had imagined hundreds of times before. Her lips and body pressed into him as well, her hands landing on his chest. Her lips parting gently as they kissed deeper and more passionately. Pulling each other closer and closer she felt the beginning stages of his arousal, causing a jolt of pleasure throughout her body. Everything fell away for what felt like a century, leaving them only with the feel and taste of each other; satisfying a craving they had both had for too long. Eventually starved for breath, they pulled away, leaving wisp of vapor where there lips had just met. Matt didn’t let her go, caressing her face in the falling snow where he couldn’t deny his feelings anymore.

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