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Santa comes just once a year,
He strokes then pumps with glee.
He fills your sock right to the top,
And hangs it on the tree.

Karen finally decided she had partied enough and most of her uni friends had gone home for Christmas. As I wasn’t working and Elaine was taking every hour the supermarket was offering, I was elected to pick Karen up from her uni bedsit. It wasn’t too far away and the early afternoon traffic wasn’t too bad.

It was a similar house to Sam’s though not as big and not as well furnished. She, too, had an upstairs room. When I arrived, I expected Karen to be packed ready to go. Stupid thought! Karen had always been untidy. Her suitcase was empty, the drawers which held her stuff were a mess. On the floor was a pile of dirty clothes. I picked up a pair of panties and put them to my nose.

“Yeuk! Have these ever been washed?” I pulled a face.

“Dad! You pervy sod. Put them down.”

“So your boyfriends never do that?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

“Hey, chill girl! It’s no great deal. And with your mother tired out after working god-knows how many hours I need something to cheer me up. It’s YOU and Sam she’s thinking of so we can all have a good Christmas. So just fucking chill!”

It’s not often I lose my cool with either of the twins. Karen knew I was well annoyed.

“And to add to that, you don’t damn well help. You do sod all at home, and by the state of this room, you do sod all here.”

Karen went quiet. Her mood changed.

“OK, OK. I get the point, and do you sniff Sam’s too?”

“Sam has been very sympathetic.”

“So you do?” Karen had calmed down a bit.

“Yes.”

“What is it? What do you men get out of it?”

“I don’t know. Pheromones, maybe. All I know is it works for me, and lots of other men.”

Karen looked deep in thought. “But surely, sniffing panties and having a wank isn’t as good as sex.”

“As I said. Mum’s tired. Has been for a while. You have your needs too. You use what? A vibrator perhaps? A rampant rabbit? Big and thick? Me? I use whatever I can.”

“That’s my business. And Sam? She lets you have her panties?”

“Yes, she does. Oh and I like looking at her tits too. That helps me a lot.”

Karen looked deep in thought. I was steaming. She backed off.

“You’ve done a lot for mum,” she admitted, “And you’ve helped us a lot. Perhaps you deserve a treat at Christmas.”

She came over and hugged me. “You should have said.” The hug was nice, especially from Karen. “Turn around. Don’t look.”

I heard the zipper go on her skirt. A rustle, a pause.

“OK, turn around.” I obliged. “Forget those, I don’t always get to wash a few pairs. Here.”

She passed me a pair of plain, practical, small-ish, pale yellow panties. Still warm, still damp, a faint creamy secretion which smelled heavenly. A very slight hint of pee was all that masked a wonderful pussy aroma.

“Any better?” she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes and an ‘I’m so sexy’ smile.

“Marvellous.” It was true. I’m not opposed to the occasional ‘worn two days’ pair … but not the brown sauce kind.

“So. Now you’re not wearing any?”

“I guess it seems that way. You never know, help me pack quickly and it might be a very pleasant drive home.”

So began the process of heaping things into a suitcase and bags, then filling the car. Did we set a Guinness world record? Maybe we did.

I don’t often drive on the motorway with just one hand on the wheel, but once out of town, Karen took my left hand and put it on her leg.

“I think it needs a massage,” she said.

“Can’t the massage wait till we get home?”

The daylight was fading rapidly. Apart from streetlights Karen’s leg was becoming less visible.

“No. It aches.”

“Around here?” I moved my hand an inch or so either way.”

“Well no. It’s nearer the top.” Her legs parted slightly. She moved my hand higher.

I slid it up further. “Damn.” A dog ran out on to the road. I braked hard, then steered with both hands for a while. The sliproad for the M1 was just ahead.

Once we were safely on the motorway Karen prompted, “It’s aching more. It needs a proper massage.” She slid forward on the seat. “Can you reach?”

“Up here?” I offered. Karen’s legs widened again. I felt the side of my hand touch not hair, but bare smooth pussy lips.

“Yes, just there.”

Now I would be the first person to agree that motorway safety is paramount, but on a straight road at a steady speed I felt I could cheat a little. Karen’s butt was now just on the edge of the seat. Her legs were parted the maximum the car would allow. I kept up a very gentle, steady movement against her clit.

The side of my hand was getting damp, making it slippery and easy to gently massage Karen’s pussy lips. I could feel my little finger persuading her clit to take more and more notice. As it did so, her breathing became deeper.

“Dad. I mistook you. I thought you were just trying to get a buzz from the awful stink of my küçükçekmece escort panties.”

“I told you why. It’s been hard for me just lately.” I knew I’d said it wrong. It had been soft far too much.

Karen then more-or-less agreed with Sam. A man needed some comforts.

She lowered the back of the seat so she was reclining, lifted her butt, pushed her skirt back. In the fading light, even with a few seconds of illumination from passing cars, I couldn’t see much of her butt. She lowered the seat back more and opened her legs as much as she could.

My work-calloused left hand was now stroking her leg, pausing at the top then massaging her wet pussy lips and clit. Anxious not to drive badly, I was doing this very slowly; no words from Karen, just pleasure sounds.

The traffic was bottling up then slowing more. We stopped. No explanation from the matrix signs. The daylight had faded completely as my hand sought to bring Karen off. She wasn’t going to cum so easily.

Eventually we passed the breakdown. Guessing Karen didn’t want a quickie, I settled down to a steady rhythm. Soon we would be leaving the motorway and that would mean extra concentration to avoid an accident.

We left the ramp and I took a small detour where the original road, pre-motorway, ran. People parked up here at weekends as it was near a popular public footpath to open fields. I stopped the car, leaned over and started to roughly rub Karen off. We were only a mile from home. She gave in, let it go. Her climax was sudden, explosive, but quiet, not noisy like her sister.

Reaching home I unpacked the car, solo. No help. No hug, no thanks, but now I’d finger fucked both daughters.

–

Elaine sighed deeply and looked at her watch. Just 30 minutes to go. Even at 8.30pm customers were queueing three deep at every one of the 20 checkouts. Tomorrow would be Christmas Eve and even more hectic. The superstore had been so helpful, giving her extra hours while I wasn’t working, that she felt she dare not refuse to reciprocate. Apart from lunch and tea breaks she had worked 10 hours most days during the past fortnight.

“It’s been hectic,” thought Elaine, as she changed out of her Sainsco uniform, but we’ve just about made it. Just one more day, then I can relax with Harry and the girls. It’s going to be a good Christmas after all.”

The store was starting to quiten down. Elaine had half an hour before the store closed to do her last food shop. The staff discount card shaved £4 off the till receipt, the end-of-day markdowns on bakery, fruit and other perishables bought extra little treats. It all added up. She just hoped that the upcoming new year would be much better.

“Harry’s been great,” thought Elaine, “I really owe him. I feel so tired, so sorry I’ve been neglecting him. I can’t get the thought out of my head. Every night when I can’t keep awake, every Sunday morning when he brings me breakfast in bed I’m never in the mood. He sees the girls are ok, and between them they keep the house clean and the laundry done.”

–

There would be no more work for me for at least another month. I’d picked Sam up from uni bedsit and Karen a week later. Karen is more outgoing, making the most of her social life … booze, parties, and sex, it seemed, with as many girls as she could. I’d had plenty of one-to-one with Sam in the week before I went to pick up Karen. We had become closer still.

“You do know Karen likes girls, don’t you?”

“I suspected,” I replied. “You included?”

“DAD! You can’t ask questions like that.”

“I just did.”

Sam crossed the lounge, sat on my lap, thought before she answered.

“You won’t say anything?”

“Cross my heart.”

“Sometimes she comes in my room if she gets horny. You do know we girls get times when we just have to … you know.”

“Yes. I realised that last time I was at your bedsit. Like you do. Especially it seems around your monthly.”

“DAD, that’s private.”

“But its true.” The raspberry coloured panty gusset gave it away.

Sam relaxed, letting her body mould to mine. She cuddled closer. “Yes. I guess it’s true.” She knew damn well it was true, at least it was for her. “How did you know?”

I laughed. “Your mum couldn’t keep me away from her. I left off for a few days but near the end we just resumed.”

Sam sat up in genuine alarm.” Not during … surely …?”

“At the end, not in full flow. Why not?”

“DAD. That’s gross!”

“Why. Your mum was horny as hell.”

“No! What about the mess?”

“Ever lick your finger after you’ve cut it?”

Sam nodded.

“It’s only blood.”

“But you didn’t …?”

I thought for a moment, laughed as I realised what I’d implied. “Oh hell, no. I’m not a vampire and I’d doubt any vampire would go down there.”

Sam laughed.

“Mess can be cleaned up. At the end of that week, mum used to be horny as hell. That made it good for me too. Try it sometime with your boyfriend.”

“I’ll pass on kurtköy escort that, thank you.”

She kissed me on the cheek then relaxed again, resting her head on my chest, thinking. Her hair, always washed daily, smelled of shampoo. Her lightly fragranced perfume, dabbed behind each ear, mingled with the residual smell of the shampoo.

“And after Karen has come in to your room?”

“Sometimes we talk. Whisper, so we don’t wake you and mum.”

“During the night?”

“Usually if she can’t sleep.”

“So why doesn’t she finger herself.”

Again, Sam answered this was ‘girl-private’ . Bollocks! Sam’ s hand creeping under my sweat-top told me otherwise.

“That’s not the impression I got when I brought your USB stick.”

“Dad. It isn’t the same. Someone else’s fingers are much better.”

“And their tongue?”

“Dad, you pervy sod!”

“Now come on, Sam, you’re not going to deny a tongue is even better. Want me to demonstrate?”

“NO! Dad, what’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing wrong with a horny chat.”

Sam had quite a tight-fitting knitted sweater on. It was very low cut, especially for Sam – at least during winter. Then I realised I’d seen Karen wearing it. Karen was justifiably proud of her cleavage. It much depended what mood Sam was in, but today she had one of Karen’s low-cut sweaters on.

With Sam so close, every time she moved I got to see just how well developed she was. Her bra was probably one of Karen’s too, pushing up, supporting her breasts and at the same time creating a magical place for any male to admire. Awkwardly I managed to reach round Sam’s back and unhook it, one-handed. I’d had plenty of practice on Elaine. Tits now freed, I could cup my hand under Sam’s warm, soft right tit. Sam had quit complaining.

My voice lowered, even though there was no-one else around. “So, Karen wants you to finger her sometimes?”

“Yes, but I’m not as good as her.”

She realised immediately what she’d said.

“So you need practice. Hell, you don’t have to be a lesbian.” I paused. Sam was shifting around. What I was saying obviously brought back memories. “So does it feel good when she fingers you?”

Sam went silent. I unzipped her Levis, they weren’t as tight fitting as some she wore. I popped the press-stud.

“Dad. Not here. Not now. What if someone comes?”

“YES here. YES now. Mum’s at work, Karen’s not back for a few days. ” I tugged gently at the Levis, Sam lifted her butt.

Sam’s panties were the minimal kind, a mid-green silky thong. In fact a mini-thong would be more accurate, the front not even hiding the pubic hair that had grown since October. The back, I figured, would be little more than a string-like piece of silky fabric nestled well into her butt crack. That, and some elastic waistband, stitched together. Complete, the garment covered very little. It was so easy for me find her clit. Juices were already flowing following our sex chat.

Roughly pushing up her sweater, I sucked hard on her tit, pulling her nipple right into my mouth and bit it.

“Fucking hell, dad. That fucking hurt.”

I said nothing. The bite would hurt but not for long. It would however make Sam very aware of where her tit end was. Moving my fingers faster into her cunt hole I made Sam aware of where her clit was too. I bit her nipple again, not quite so hard.

“Dad, for fuck’s sake, quit that.”

I let go of her tit, lifted her off my lap.

“Sit you, and fucking shut up. You got me horny. Live with it.”

Placing her down on the armchair I tugged at her Levis, then her skimpy panties, little more than a g-string. Roughly opening her legs, I went straight for her now hairy cunt, sucked for all my worth at her clit, licked her love button for all my worth, not stopping.

It took very little time before Sam shrieked loudly, her body overtaken by possibly one of the wildest orgasms she had ever experienced. Despite her trying to push my head away, I kept up my tongue attack. Her orgasm went on and on. My tongue licks slowed and so did the pulses of Sam’s almighty cum. I stayed between her legs, savouring the odour.

Sam didn’t speak. Instead she lay slumped in the armchair, as if every last drop of energy had been consumed by her orgasm. I thought at first she had fainted, but slowly her eyes opened and a smile came to her face.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” she asked after a while.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” I replied, not answering her question.

“You can fuck me now if you want to.”

I looked at my watch. “Upstairs. Your room. Oh, and get your pussy shaved. I hate pubic hair in my mouth.”

“That’s your fault. I never asked you to go there.”

“OK, your loss.”

“And don’t bite my tits again.”

“So, you didn’t enjoy that? No pain, no gain.”

Sam thought for a while. “Just don’t fucking bite as hard.”

“Less of the language, lady. So you did enjoy it?”

“It was OK.”

By now she had shed her jeans maltepe escort and thong. Bare assed she made to go upstairs. I picked her things up in case someone came in. The sex juice soaked thong went in my pocket.

“OK? OK? I give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had and was just OK?” I slapped her bare ass hard.

“OK then, it was good. Very good.”

Sam’s pills meant she was pretty regular. I’d get in there towards the end of the week when she was next on. That would be another new experience for her.

–

So, Christmas day arrived. All four of us in the house together. Elaine and I had, since the girls were tiny, stayed in bed longer. Small presents for us all were brought to our bedroom and unwrapped.

Around 8am, acting like 2 year olds, the twins arrived at our bedside with gifts from under the tree. The usual – chocolate gingers, socks, dvd box set of Fast and Furious and a mystery package of 7 assorted ladies panties. Not even clean ones, no fancy store packaging – just 7 pairs of USED panties. Quite an assortment too. Black, silky and sexy; red and lacy; plain schoolgirl white cotton; a bright yellow g-string, pale blue chain-store minis; Hello Kitty pink print; and a leopard skin print. The girls were buckled under with laughter, nearly pissing their pants. Elaine was not amused. At least not until the twins stopped laughing.

“It was all a joke,” explained Sam.

“We figured you were tired out,” added Karen.

“So dad was doing jobs all day at home and not getting his bedroom treats.” They both said together.

“And I caught him in the laundry basket with a pair of my panties.” Sam went on, “He was in tears, asked me not to tell. I know it’s something that made my last boyfriend really horny.”

“So anyway,” continued Karen, “I was out with some mates, in town. After a few drinks I thought I’d ask some favours.”

Karen went on to explain. Included with that she’d reminded them how many times I had provided a free taxi service. The girls all agreed it was a mega sexy fun idea to each provide a freshly worn pair on Chistmas Eve.

“So we all met up yesterday and last night we put each pair in a small bag and wrapped them all together in gift wrap.” Sam was finding it hard to talk between giggles. “And here we are, a genuinely UNIQUE present.”

Both girls were laughing so much that Elaine just had to join in.

“Oh yes,” she said at last. “I used to think it was disgusting, but then I found it got him really horny for me.”

“So, dad. Have a sniff and see what you think. We have a competition between all 7 girls. Whichever panties you judge the best wins a drink for the wearer.”

I put each pair to my nose. Some were deeply musky, some were a lighter but very arousing, one was absolutely disgusting- no, strike that. One pair was challenging, like a mature strong cheese (I’d try them later), and one pair was VERY good – unbelievable. My cock got rock hard very quickly. It poked through my pyjamas, causing Elaine some concern.

“Harry, please. Not in front of the girls!”

“They’re no longer girls but young ladies,” I replied.

I decided that Maria would be the winner. I would give Karen some money to buy Maria her favourite cocktail.

“Mum, we have something to ask,” started Sam, rather nervously. “We couldn’t afford to buy dad much for Christmas. We thought a massage might be good.”

“Well OK, but as he hasn’t been doing any building work, he might not need it.”

“Mum, you’re so naive. That’s not what we meant!” Both girls were laughing again.

Elaine thought for a moment.

“And as you’ve been so tired, and dad does lots for us we though it might cheer him up.”

It was a while before Elaine spoke.

“Yes. You’re right. But … do I understand correctly? It has to finish properly, yes?”

“Yes, if that’s ok with you.” A pause. Karen continued, “You can watch if you want.”

Another pause.

“And what about me? I’ve been working hard.”

“So you want a massage too?” Karen smiled. “I’m sure we could.”

Sam nodded in agreement.

With Elaine watching from a chair nearby the girls began their second Christmas gift. Of course it had to be done naked. Maybe Elaine could learn a few tips, as first Sam then Karen bared all. I was surprised because I hadn’t seen Karen totally naked before – except from a distance on one of Sam’s photos I’d copied. The twins had different hairstyles and mannerisms, but otherwise Sam and Karen were virtually identical, double the pleasure, double the fun.

Having had a good view of those heavenly bodies I was in for a disappointment. OK, face down I had the benefit of two pairs of hands massaging me but, turned on my back, Karen insisted on a scarf covering my eyes. I had no idea of who stroked what, except for occasional whispers.

I could feel two hands tickling all over my chest, pinching my nipples. Then a pair of hands tickling my sides while other hands stroked my inner thighs up to my balls. Then a pair of lips on mine while the other pair of lips was sucking the very top of my cock. Now someone thrust a pair of panties under my nose while another pair were draped under my balls, moving slowly, coaxing a response from the sensitive nerves there. This was followed by a breast massage, one pair on my chest, the other pair along my cock, balls and legs.

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This is my second submission to Literotica; I tried to improve on my first story. Comments and feedback would be much appreciated – Enjoy!

Ben and I both in our early twenties. Ben has short blonde hair, blue eyes and a toned body; he’s roughly 6ft in height. I, myself, have medium length dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slim figure with C-cup breasts and a nice ass. I am average height, roughly 5ft5. I like to think I look after the way I look and try to be in the best shape I can. Ben never seems to complain, he’s always full of compliments. Ben and I had been planning and waiting to our holiday, we needed a break away from our busy and tiring jobs; Ben a hard working paramedic and I work in the animal industry. It had been a long time since either of us had a relaxing holiday.

We decided that the Greek island of Zante would provide us with just what we needed. We’d booked a 5-star hotel near the beach for two weeks; blue skies, sand and sun sounded perfect. In the build-up to the holiday Ben’s work became very hectic which meant we barely got to see each other, let alone make time for just the two of us. So when the time came and our plane took off we both let out a sigh, knowing that we’re both so glad to leave everything behind and focus on ourselves.

We arrived in Zante at 11AM and it was a typical hot summer day, probably near 40°C. Once we had got to our hotel room and unpacked most of our things we decided to take a wonder down to the nearby beach. Before leaving I changed from my travelling clothes in to my red bikini which revealed my C-cup breasts and my legs just enough to tease Ben, which I know he loves. I also put on a see-though and short white dress over the top. I walked out of the bathroom where I got changed and was greeted by Ben’s lips, kissing me ever so softly. He whispered istanbul rus escort “You look beautiful baby”. We both smiled and walked hand-in-hand out of our room and down the corridor out of the hotel. The beach was only a five minute walk from the complex, but it seemed longer due to the heat. It was a beautiful beach, hot white sand and a clear blue sea, we knew it was going to be a perfect holiday away. We went right down to the water and paddled in the cool waves; Ben put his arm around me and kissed my head.

We strolled further up the beach and found a nice spot half in the sun with some shade too. I took the towels out of the bag and placed them down on the hot sand; Ben sat down and got the sun cream out. I pulled my white dress off slowly, knowing that he was probably watching I pretended to accidently drop my dress, and ever so slowly bent right over to pick it up. I knew he’d like that, he always commented on how much he liked my ass, especially when I show it off. I picked up the dress and folded it up and lent over to put it in the bag, giving him a good view of my boobs as they almost pop out of my bikini top. I sit down on my towel and begin to rub sun cream into my legs and arms. Ben offers to help me; he squeezes some onto my back and shoulders and slowly rubs it in. I have always loved the way his hands felt on my skin, the way he sends tingles all over my body with every touch. He gets to my shoulders and moves my hair out of the way. He softly kisses my neck as he rubs the cream into my shoulders and down my arms.

Once he finishes I lie down on the towel and let my body soak up the sun, the heat feels so good. I slide my fingers underneath the spaghetti straps of my bikini and pull them off my arms, only to prevent strap marks. My skin always kadıköy escort goes a golden brown after I’ve been in the sun. Ben says he’s going to go for a swim and that he wouldn’t be long. He’s never really been one for sitting in the sun for long periods of time; his skin is naturally paler in comparison to mine. I drift off into a semi-sleep while Ben is gone, just listening to all the sounds around me.

It must have been about ten to fifteen minutes later when I felt my bikini top being moved aside and my boobs being set free. I opened my eyes to see Ben kneeling on his towel with a cheeky grin on his face. “You look so hot lying there baby, couldn’t help myself” I encourage him to continue with what he was trying to do. He climbs on top of me, so he’s straddling me. Then lifts me up just enough to undo the tie on my bikini, and lies me back down. Then he takes my boobs in his hands and begins to massage them, slowly at first, he leans in and kisses them both all over, kissing my nipples. Then takes my nipples in his fingers and pinches them lightly, making them harden. He kiss them again, and licking them, getting a little faster. He kisses down my body, undoes the ties on my bikini bottoms and pulls it off.

Ben uses his hands to spread my legs and gets between them. He kisses my pussy, licks a finger and gently runs it along my pussy, from my clit right down. I let out a little moan. He licks up and down my pink juicy pussy, paying special attention to my clit. He slowly licks it up and down and gently sucks on it. Ben then comes back up and kisses me again, but more passionately, I feel his warm tongue in my mouth and I’m able to taste my juices. He tells me to lay there and enjoy, which I had every intention of doing. Ben goes back between my legs again and runs his kartal escort hands down my body, spreads my pussy apart and begins to rub my clit in slow circular motion, he spits on my pussy and rubs my clit faster. I let out a louder moan. Ben begins to lick my pussy very fast, darting his tongue in and out of my pussy making me moan like crazy. I begin to feel my orgasm building in my body. Ben rams his fingers into my pussy making me scream his name. All of a sudden Ben stops. Snogs me again “I want something first before I let you cum, suck on my cock”

He lies down on the towel. I feel so turned on I practically rip his shorts off. I spread his legs and lie in between them, I take his cock in my hand and rub it up and down so fast as I watch the expression on his face change, I could tell he enjoyed it, he was also moaning very loudly, begging me not to stop. I start sucking on his cock furiously, getting it all in my mouth. When Ben’s cock is fully hard it’s around 8″, I’ve always been a lover of big cock, I love the way his feels in my mouth. Ben is almost screaming my name, he grabs the back of my head and forces my mouth down on his cock, and he repeatedly pulls me by the hair so I’m forced to suck it as fast as he wants it. He moans for me to fuck him. I don’t need to be told twice. I straddle him and slip his cock in my soaking juicy pussy and moan so loudly as it goes in. He grabs my ass and holds my hips as I slam into his cock. I rub my boobs and moan so loudly as his cock is forced further into my pussy. Ben rubs my clit as I continue to bounce up and down. Ben pushes me off him “Get on your hands and knees”

I do as he says and all of a sudden I let out a scream as his cock is rammed into my pussy from behind. Ben slaps my ass as he pounds my pussy harder and faster than ever before. It doesn’t take long before we’re both at orgasm point. I cum hard all over Ben’s cock and let out a loud moan. Ben spins me round so I’m just on my knees. He tells me to play with my boobs. I rub his cock so fast and cums all over my boobs.

This became a holiday to remember as most of our days became all about Ben and I.

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At fifty I’d felt incredibly lucky to meet a beautiful forty year old woman such as my new wife, Catherine. She was smart and sexy and when she agreed to marry me after just a few months I felt like the luckiest man alive. Our sex life was off the charts and I’d never been happier. The only snag was her eighteen year old daughter, Marie.

Marie was every bit as beautiful as her mother and smart as well but she had a devilish streak and loved to push her mother’s buttons. They argued a lot over grades and curfews and such and I just tried to stay out of it.

Marie was a terrible flirt too and I often wondered if she flirted with me just because she could or just to try and piss her mother off. I suspected it was the first reason since her worst offenses usually took place when her mother wasn’t home or at least not in the room.

Catherine was tall and statuesque with large C cup breasts, pale skin, and light reddish brown hair. Marie had inherited her father’s more swedish coloring and she was the epitome of ever male’s beach blonde, California girl. She was tall and thin with a long torso, high and round, firm breasts that were even slightly larger than her mother’s C cups. Her ass was a perfect full heart shape and her skin was smooth and blemish free. Her hair was long and silky smooth, white blonde and a smattering of light freckles across the bridge of her nose gave her just a hint of that girl next store appeal that the boys all loved.

Marie was not often without a boyfriend but none of them lasted. She was somewhat of an exhibitionist and loved to parade around the house in the skimpiest of costumes. I couldn’t help but notice but I kept my opinions to myself, only chiding her jokingly if things got too out of hand. Lately, she’d taken things to a new level. She’d walked in on me in the shower last week and then paused there, staring and smiling. Casually, she’d begun caressing her bare stomach beneath the tube top she wore and slowly licked her lips. I grew hard in an instant and did my best to cover myself with the washcloth.

“Privacy, please, Marie,” I prompted.

She didn’t budge at first, continuing to rub tiny circles across her flat, tan stomach.

Finally she tore her gaze from my barely covered package and made eye contact.

“If you insist,” she drawled with a pouty smile.

“If you change your mind, you know where my room is.”

I wanted to chalk this up to simple teen-aged teasing but I have to admit it got part of me wondering… what if?

I’d be crazy to act on this, I told myself. I already had Catherine. I loved her and our sex life was great. If only Marie weren’t so amazingly beautiful and sexy in her own right.

Lately, Catherine had been having trouble sleeping and she’d taken to using a prescription sleeping pill to help her get to sleep. The medication worked like a charm and she now slept deeply for at least six hours. I’d tried to wake her to take a phone call a few nights ago and was unable to even wake her long enough to take it.

We joked about it at dinner and Marie got the strangest look on her face. I caught her eye and she gave me the same pouty little smile she’d topkapı escort flashed at me in the shower the week before and winked subtly before excusing herself to do some homework.

Catherine and I made love quickly that night, just after she’d taken her sleeping pill. It was satisfying but not one of our more adventurous nights and I was still slightly horny and left thinking about Marie after Catherine was breathing deeply beside me.

I tossed and turned for another twenty minutes or so and then finally felt myself drifting off to sleep.

What seemed like only moments later, but a quick glance at the clock confirmed was an hour past, I felt my cock being softly stroked beneath the thin sheet that covered my lower extremities.

Amazing, I thought, Catherine must not have been satisfied either.

In the split second it took for me to think this I quickly became aware of two things. My wife’s deep breathing was unchanged beside me to my right and to my left, softly backlit with the light from the hallway streaming through our bedroom door, was my step-daughters face, inches from mine, where she kneeled beside the king-sized bed.

“Marie,” I hissed, reaching down to pull her hand away.

She tightened her grip though and I only found myself squeezing her hand tighter around my now awake again, cock.

“Shhh, Daddy. You wouldn’t want to wake Mommy, would you?” Marie teased. She never called me Daddy in our day to day life but apparently this fantasy was all part of the turn on for her.

“Go back to bed, Marie, you’ve got to stop this.”

My breath caught in my throat as she loosened her grip slightly on my now engorged cock and began stroking it, ever so softly.

“I love your mother, Marie. This can’t happen.”

“I love my mother too, Daddy. But, you make me so horny and she never has to know. Did you fuck her tonight?”

When I didn’t answer Marie flicked the sheet off of me where it landed across Catherine’s bare hip and leaned over me where she ran the flat of her tongue up the length of my rock hard shaft.

“Mmmmm… you did fuck her tonight,” she murmured and sounded satisfied.

“Good, you’ll last a good long time for me then won’t you?”

I looked over at Catherine. She was naked and uncovered except for a triangle of sheet that barely covered her knees. Her breasts were beautiful in the soft light of the room and while I didn’t want to hurt her, that was the last thing I wanted, the whole situation suddenly seemed like such a fantasy situation that I knew I couldn’t pass it up.

“Go to your room, Marie, and I’ll meet you there.”

I thought she was going to follow my directions for a moment as she unfolded from her kneeling position and stood beside the bed but as quickly as she stood she squeezed onto the bed next to me, her head at my knees, one leg flat on the bed beside my head to brace herself and the other crooked up and braced against her knee, leaving her shaved bare pussy wide open next to my head.

“Uh-uh, Daddy,” she whispered. “I want to fuck you right here. You heard Mommy at dinner. Nothing wakes her on this medication.”

And tuzla escort then my cock was in her mouth and involuntarily my hand snaked it’s way through the open v of her legs and I felt my step-daughter’s soft, smooth pussy for the first time.

I worked hard to stay quiet and as still as possible as she licked and sucked at my cock, having no problem taking almost the entire shaft in her mouth before releasing it slowly and then licking and nibbling at the sensitive head and underside, working her way down until her incredibly wet mouth was sucking my hairy balls deep into her mouth. I knew I must still taste of Catherine’s juices and the knowledge that Marie was obviously loving that fact made me harder still.

I worked my fingers into Marie’s pussy. She was much tighter than Catherine, of course, and she began moaning as I moved from two to three fingers.

“shhh…” I warned her and pulled my fingers out.

“No,” she gasped, “don’t stop, I’ll be quiet… please…”

Something about the way she begged like that made me crazy.

I shoved three fingers roughly into her tight little pussy and was satisfied with a sharp sigh but true to her word she kept the moaning quiet.

“God, you’re so wet.” I couldn’t help whispering. My fingers were coated with her thick juices.

“Let me taste,” she said and released my cock, moving up on the bed and straddling my stomach.

My hand hung off the edge of the bed, where it had flopped when she pulled her pussy off of it and she now grabbed it up and pulled my hand to her mouth.

She looked deep into my eyes as she slowely sucked each of my fingers in turn into her mouth, tongue swirling seductively around each digit.

My other hand moved to her perfect, beautiful tits and began stroking the firm flesh, the harder I twisted and pulled her hard nipples the harder she sucked my fingers. I knew I must be hurting her to some degree but she only squirmed happily above me.

Finally, she released my hand and I grasped both tits in each hand, pulling her toward me, where I kissed her deeply even as I manhandled her fleshy breasts.

She looked to my right and I took the opportunity to bite and suck her neck, wanting to taste all of her before I realized that her attention had been diverted.

Pulling back I looked over to see her gently rubbing Catherine’s nipples which were already puckering under her daughter’s ministrations.

“Mom has great tits, doesn’t she?” she asked, staring once again, deep into my eyes.

I knew I should push her away and not allow this invasion of Catherine but although my mind told me this, my body reacted far differently.

“I want to fuck you, Marie,” I growled. “I want to fuck you right here, next to your mother.”

Marie laughed then and ran her fingers over my chest, pinching my nipples only half as hard as I had just molested hers.

“I want you to fuck me too, Daddy,” she leaned in, whispering in my ear. “But first I want to suck Mommy’s tits. Don’t you want to see me do that too?”

And I did, God help me. As soon as she said it, that’s exactly what I pendik escort wanted.

We shifted positions and Marie squirmed in between us. I lifted enough to watch her ever so softly licking Catherine’s rock hard nipples, Marie’s long fingers toying with the nipple of her far breast, while her mouth and tongue gently worked at the one closest to her.

I moved lower and kneeled on the bed, spreading Marie’s long legs around me.

Even in the dim light I could see Marie’s pussy glistening and the tight puckered asshole just above.

As Marie lovingly toyed with her mother’s breasts I wet my fingers in Marie’s dripping cunt, dragging the moisture up to her tight little ass until it was wet enough. Then I began working my finger in.

Marie tensed for a moment, looking over her shoulder at me.

I put one finger to my lips.

“shhhhhh.”

Marie smiled and moved back to her mother’s damp breast, sucking a bit harder now, confident that she wouldn’t wake.

At the same time she lifted her hips and spread her legs further, allowing me open access to her pussy and ass.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

My cock strained against her tight hole for only a moment before I was inside, my finger found it’s way back to Marie’s tight little asshole and worked it’s way inside.

I could feel my cock sliding along my finger through the thin skin between her pretty little pussy and ass.

“Oh god, Marie,” I whimpered. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Mmmmm…” was Marie’s only answer but I noticed she’d forgotten all about her mother now and was bracing herself and pushing back against me.

My cock slid to the hilt with every stroke and beneath me I watched as Marie slid her hands all over her own body, up over her tits, back down over her ass, pressing my finger even tighter into her asshole, and then underneath her front. I could feel her fingers fluttering against my cock as she played with her clit while I fucked her.

“Oh God, Marie, I’m going to come!”

“Not yet,” she cried, “I want your dick in my ass, fuck my ass Daddy!”

I knew we were being too loud but Catherine had only shifted slightly and still seemed deep asleep.

I slowed my fucking, I wanted to last for Marie.

Leaning over her I worked up a great gob of spit in my mouth and let it drop onto her ass. Almost a bulls-eye, I worked it into her tightest of holes and then repositioned my cock.

I pushed but made no headway.

“Do it, Daddy,” Marie urged. “Fuck my ass… please…”

I redoubled my efforts and finally felt a satisfying little “pop” as the head of my dick breached the tight ring of muscle in my step-daughter’s ass.

“Oh God, yessssss…” Marie trailed off nonsensically, her fingers a blur on her hard little clit.

Her enthusiasm was all I needed and with one final hard push I plunged myself balls deep into her beautiful heart-shaped ass.

She came clutching the sheets with one iron grip and her left breast with the other and I follwed seconds later, pumping what felt like gallons of hot cum deep into her bowels.

“Oh my God. I knew you would be good,” Marie whispered, “but I had no idea.”

Awkwardly, we pushed ourselves up off the bed and moved into the adjoining bathroom to clean up.

I expected her to bolt and run but was surprised when Marie hugged me tight, our bodies still slick with sweat.

“Same time tomorrow night?” she asked with a chuckle.

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[Author’s Declaration: I wish to assure the reader that every single character in this story, even if most briefly mentioned, is well above the age of 18.

Author’s Note: Unlike the other stories I have posted on Literotica, this one is not short but instead is a fully fleshed out novella. While highly erotic and dripping with the taboo of incest, I have taken my time in creating what I hope are much more believable and three-dimensional characters. If you’re looking for a “quick fix,” I recommend one of my shorter stories. If you’re interested in taking your time, then read on, my friend, and enjoy.]

“The trick,” I said, scraping my knife briskly against the flint, “is to make sure you have your larger twigs and pieces of wood near you once you get the tinder ignited. It’s a little embarrassing to get your fire started and then remember you still need fuel to keep it going!”

The small group around me chuckled then offered their expected noises of delight and amazement when I finally got my sparks to ignite the small bundle of dried pine needles. I bent over and blew gently on the embers to bring them to a fine glow, then began placing some twigs and larger pieces of wood onto the small licks of flame.

“And voila,” I said, “man makes fire. Now, it’s your turn.”

I stood and watched them disperse, three couples. It was my latest survivor school class. So far my A-students were, surprisingly, among the oldest students I’d ever had, both in their mid-sixties, but both absolute troopers in the harsh summer conditions. They got their fire going in about five minutes. The other two couples weren’t quite as adept. There was a nerdy-bookish duo in their mid-forties, and a young silly pair of lovers in their early-20s. (I could say “young” and “silly” because I was comfortably in my 30s.) The young couple was somewhat quarrelsome, too, which was surprising. I was hoping it wouldn’t get worse as the stress of the hike mounted. All of them, however, had good credit lines, and they’d all paid the healthy fee to hire me, their survival guide, for a seven-day trek through this particularly unpopulated section of the Sierra Nevada mountains.

Just to get here we’d had to hike over 10 miles. As everyone in my group was already in fairly good shape (it’s a survival school, not a fat farm) and had left with full bellies, the hike had been quite pleasant. But now, several hours in, they’d had little food and few breaks. They would soon be in full survival mode, but this was what they’d paid for, so spirits were still somewhat high. It would be interesting to see how they digested their share of the large rattle snake I’d trapped, killed and skinned for dinner this evening. All of our meals on this trek were going to be only from what nature could provide. By the end of this journey we would each burning upwards of 4000 calories per day yet ingesting little more than 500. If they knew what was good for them, they’d enjoy—or at least appreciate—their snake supper.

Eventually, with only a little coaching from me, everyone got their fires going, each proud that not a single match or drop of lighter fluid had been used. And as I suspected, they ate their roasted snake meat with only minimal squeamishness. The evening was made all the more enjoyable when I produced my hidden canister of single malt Scotch whisky, just enough for the seven of us to have a couple of small shots. I told them that this was the last bit of booze they’d be enjoying for the next six nights.

Earlier in the afternoon I’d shown them all how to make simple lean-to shelters with pine branches, sticks and pine needles for padding, and eventually the couples began settling into their rudimentary shelters. Well, that one young couple had gone off somewhere. I’d assumed they’d just been eager to fuck each other in the wild outdoors and I certainly couldn’t blame them. We were in pristine country: forest, lakes and mountains untouched by human industrialization. But I was wrong. I saw the girl, Karin, wander back into the camp area, alone.

I asked her, “Where’s David?” Her husband.

“Who the fuck cares?” she replied.

I looked at her, surprised. She was a cute girl, about five-and-a-half feet tall, short brown hair, brown eyes, nice teeth. Though slightly chunky, Karin had a nice round ass and full, milky breasts, which I’d noticed right away. But she’d come here with her husband. Kind of hard to hit on a girl in a situation like this.

Catching my stare Karin said, “Oh, he’s just over there, near the edge of the lake. He’s okay.”

“Good,” I said. The safety of these six people was my absolute priority.

“It’s just,” she said in a whisper, “he can be such an asshole sometimes!”

I nodded. They’d had a fight. That wasn’t exactly uncommon when couples were subjected to the stress of survival training. I was just surprised they were at each others’ throats on the very first night, but their tepidly argumentative attitude toward each other earlier today had foreshadowed this.

“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t pendik escort mean to vent.”

“No worries.”

She looked at me up and down. She said, “You’re pretty easy-going, aren’t you, Cal?”

“I suppose.”

We locked eyes. Something connected there, I was sure. Admittedly, however, I was the first to look away. Having spent a lot of time often alone in the wilderness these last few years, I’d pretty much lost the ability to flirt or seduce. My “people skills” were very rusty. If something was going to happen here, I was shying away from it like a novice.

“Well,” she said at last, “I’d better get back to my little shelter. You said we were moving on at dawn, right?”

I managed to glance back to her face. “Yeah.”

Karin reached for my arm, turning my watch so she could see the time on its luminescent dial. It was a little after nine. Her fingers felt nice. Christ, I hadn’t been laid in a long, long time.

She said, “We’d better get some sleep.” Giving me a strange look.

“Yes.” All I could stammer out.

She moved off and I watched her full round ass, trying to determine if she was wearing a thong despite being in the wild. I hoped so. Then again, what did it matter? She’d be settling down with her asshole husband, I’d be bedding down alone, as usual, as always….

* * *

With those thoughts being the last of my waking state, it was in a dreamy state that I’d been fantasizing about Karin settling down beside me, in my own shelter, reaching under my shirt, under my pants…then it became a waking dream, a highly erotic dream, because I knew I was aroused, fully erect, and feeling the most wonderful pressure from what I imagined to be Karin’s hand….

“There you go,” I heard a soft whispering voice say. “That’s my hard mountain man.”

I opened my eyes, realizing that the dream was a reality. In the pitch dark, under a moonless sky of twinkling stars, I could not actually see—but certainly feel—Karin squirming against me. She had one of her legs over mine as I lay there on my back. Her breasts were squished against my arm, her warm breath on my neck. Her hand was busy in my unzipped shorts, where she’d secured a firm grip on my hard cock. She began pumping more steadily when she sensed that I’d awoken.

“Karin…”

“Shh, Cal, shh,” she cooed softly. “No words, baby, just enjoy it.”

“But…”

“It’s okay. He went to go sleep down by the lake. We’re still mad at each other.”

I digested this, all the while feeling my scrotum contract and my cock twitch in the sheer delight of having a woman’s soft hand stroking me. If her husband was down by the lake, he was a good hundred yards away, well out of earshot. However, the next shelter closest to mine, the elderly couple, was only about fifteen yards. Silence was a necessity.

So I kept silent and allowed Karin to work on my cock. In return, I managed to get an arm around her and began to massage her back and feel her body as much as I could in my position. She was a little plump but she was also soft and warm—and female. I was as horny as hell now.

Eventually, Karin got my shorts and underwear undone and pulled down to my knees. Her stroking was smooth and steady, experienced.

“You’ve got a nice big cock, baby,” she whispered. “Gonna be a nice tight fit.”

My pine-needle bedding poked and itched my naked butt, but as long as this woman was manipulating my genitalia and talking like that I felt like I could tolerate a bed of nails. I frowned when I felt her hand temporarily pull away from my cock, but I soon realized it was only so she could remove her own shorts and panties. She began to straddle me. I began trembling with excitement. Here I’d been only childishly hoping for a simple hand job, but it turns out I was about to get laid!

As Karin slid her body on top of mine, I began to feel her up more aggressively. She still had a tank top on, but she’d removed her bra, and now her huge tits squished and swelled in my hungry grip. Her nipples were rock hard. Lower down, I felt her stomach brush against mine, and there was a further smoothness…she was fully shaved down there! Her baby-smooth pussy was now rubbing against my throbbing cock. How she had planned on keeping that thing shaved so nicely over the course of a hike through the wilderness was neither here nor there at the moment. What mattered is that it was smooth now, and it was grinding against my cock. She let the moisture of her slit lube my shaft as she slid up and down, letting out little quiet gasps as our privates heated with sexual friction against each other.

“Try not to cum too soon,” she whispered in my ear.

Considering how horny I was, and how long it’d been since I’d last fucked a girl—months at least—there was no way I could guarantee how long I’d last, but soon we’d find out because I now felt Karin lift her hips slightly as she reached down for my cock. With the tips of her warm fingers, she angled me slightly. She began to lower sefaköy escort herself down.

Thumping.

My heart, was it my heart? Thumping that hard? Who cared, I didn’t care. I was ready to insert myself into a pussy. A wet, willing and equally horny pussy. I got a grip on her naked hips now, trying to force her on to me. But just as Karin lowered herself down so that the lips of her pussy only just began to split slightly against the tip of my penis, she paused.

Thumping. Louder. Thump, thump, thump…

We both cocked our heads. What the hell was that? We could feel it in the ground, in the air. It wasn’t a stampede, there were no elk or horses or cattle around these parts. It wasn’t someone running; it was too heavy and all-encompassing.

Jesus, the head of my penis was virtually inside this girl now, this wonderfully plump and squishy and warm and wet girl. If only she would lower those strong hips down on my—

Thumping became chopping, became loud, very distinctive chopping.

“Oh no,” I uttered.

“What is it?” she asked.

Our answer was given in the form of a blast of wind and sound and light. But not from any natural phenomenon. It was a helicopter, which burst upon the scene with a hideous thumping and chopping noise as it came up over a nearby mountain and into the little valley where we were camping. It’s search light was piercing the darkness, its strobes were winking, and of course the sound of the chopper blades cut through the peaceful night. As it approached, the search light became more precise in its arching back and forth, until it found our camp, until it found me.

“Oh fuck!” Karin gasped.

She scrambled off of me, clutching excitedly for her shorts. I lay there for a moment, my aching cock exposed to the world and this spotlight. But soon I covered up and stood. Karin had run back to her own shelter. I wasn’t sure who in the camp had seen her with me, but I suspected the elderly couple had.

In a clearing about fifty yards away, the chopper set down and someone jumped out, immediately jogging directly in my direction. Before he said anything, I knew it was my business partner and fellow survivalist, Kevin.

“Hi, Cal,” he shouted cheerfully over the sound of the chopper. He glanced toward the camp, then back to me, grinning. “Who was that?”

“No one,” I grumbled. “What the hell—”

“Sorry, dude,” Kevin shouted. “You got an emergency call, but I couldn’t reach you on the SP.”

I glared at him. In the event of a dire emergency—broken leg, food-born illness, bear attack, etc.—I kept a satellite phone in my pack. But there’d been no reason to turn it on. Kevin must have found me through the emergency GPS chip I also kept in my pack.

I shouted, “What the hell could be so important that it can’t wait a few days?”

“Your sister,” Kevin replied. “She’s been trying to reach you urgently since shortly after you started out with this group.”

I frowned. My sister was half a world away, conducting research in New Guinea. What would be so urgent that she’d leave the jungle to reach me in an equally remote location?

Kevin put a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll take over here. Joe will fly you back.” He jerked the thumb of his free hand toward the waiting helicopter.

I glanced around. Everyone in the camp, including Karin and David, were watching. I exchanged a brief glance with Karin in the dim light. She looked disappointed. I knew I was, but of course I was curious about my sister.

Kevin said, “Don’t worry. I’ll explain the situation and take good care of them.” I nodded, shrugged a sort of apology to my group, then began trotting over to the helicopter, leaving my gear behind for Kevin’s use.

I could just hear Kevin’s parting words following me as I headed away, “Did you save any of the whisky?”

* * *

An amazing fact about living in the 21st century is that it is very realistically feasible to get from any random point on the planet to any other in about 24 hours. Sure it could cost a hell of a lot, between booking last-minute commercial and chartered flights, but as I stepped from the hatch of the small twin-turboprop onto a gravelly tarmac outside Papua, New Guinea, just over 23 hours from the moment I lifted off from my Northern California camp site, I was proving this theory sound. Ironically, I was even early! When I made my way to the little weather-beaten single-story building at one end of the runway—what passed for a terminal—I saw no sign of my sister.

Inside this building, there was no relief from the blast of heat and humidity that had pummeled me upon egress from the plane. It felt like about 90 degrees with easily 99% humidity. Pretty damned sticky after the more comfortable dry heat of the Sierra Nevada mountains.

“I’m sorry to do this to you, but I’m desperate,” she had said last night—well, a day ago. Her soft voice had sounded stressed over the crackling of the satellite phones we had been using.

Miss Tara Staddon, silivri escort soon to be Doctor of Anthropology Tara Staddon, was my 29-year-old younger sister. My only sibling. Being no less an adventurer than me, she’d found a post-graduate program that kept her in the field as much as possible, and her latest project was supposed to keep her in New Guinea for the better part of a year. She was only about six months in so far. All I knew about her project was that it required living with a particular group of natives and studying various aspects of their lives. I mused at the image my tall dirty-blond blue-eyed sister must have made mingling amongst what I imagined to be much shorter, much darker members of some backward tribe in the middle of the jungle.

In the “terminal,” I dropped by duffle bag on the floor and stretched. After spending most of the last 23 hours in a seated position, I was happy to stretch to my full six feet and let the legs learn how to walk again. There were only a couple of other people here: an old Asian-looking man sleeping in a chair, his bag between his knees, and a middle-aged woman with a brown walnut-shaped face at the counter of what appeared to be a snack bar. I frowned. I only had American currency and I doubted a place like this would take credit cards. Nevertheless, I was hungry, having had little more than peanuts (and some snake) in the past day. Certainly she’d accept dollars, though I’d probably have to pay five times the normal asking price as an “exchange” rate. The next trick would be how to talk with her, since other than English I could get by tolerably well in Spanish but that was it.

“Calvin!”

I spun around, ignoring the fact that I hate my full name being used, and was very happy to see my sister already running toward me from the doorway.

“Hey, kid!” I said as we embraced. At five-nine, she did pretty well in keeping up with my height. Nevertheless I used my joy at seeing her as an excuse to lift her bodily against me and swing her around a bit. We kissed cheeks, hugged a long time, leaned back to look at each other, then hugged some more. The lady at the counter smiled. The old man never stirred.

We finally detached and I took a good look at her. She was still the tall and slender girl I remembered, wearing khaki shorts and a white tank top. Looking me up and down as much as I was examining her, she said, “You have no idea how happy I am to see you, Cal. You have saved me!”

I thought she was making it sound more melodramatic than it really was. Apparently, the project Tara was on required two researchers. Her fellow grad student and friend, John, had taken a turn for the worse, Tara explained, after a strange spider bite on his thigh had become infected, and he had to be invalided home a few days ago. Tara had gone on to clarify by phone that if she didn’t get a new research partner by her side within a week she’d have to shut down the project and go home. No other students in her class were available—or reachable—and that’s when she’d thought of me.

“But I’m no scientist,” I had said through the phone static.

“You’ll make up for it in other ways,” she had countered. “You are an expert in survival techniques, Cal. You’re used to any array of extreme conditions, and I need someone who’s not afraid to go without running water and can handle getting dirty. Also, from all your excursions around the world, you’ve had all the necessary shots and can acclimatize to the jungle immediately, whereas anyone else would need to prepare for weeks, if not months! And you may not be an anthropologist but you have a good head on your shoulders and can still make good observations. As a former Navy SEAL—”

“I was never a SEAL,” I had said quickly, my ears reddening. “I washed out in Hell Week, remember?”

“Close enough, Cal. You blew your knee out on the second to last day!”

“Well…” It was no use arguing that I hadn’t been allowed to try again, my ACL reconstruction surgery having proven somewhat complicated. Instead, I finished my service in the regular Navy, resigning honorably as a lieutenant after six years. I had wanted to be a SEAL, in Special Operations, not driving a ship. If I couldn’t do the former I was never going to be satisfied with the latter.

In any event, I was now here in one of the last remaining truly remote parts of Planet Earth with my sister who needed my help. Other than having to cancel future survivor school outings back home, this wasn’t costing me anything. Tara’s grant had covered every aspect of the amazingly expensive series of connecting flights to get me here so quickly.

She stepped back and looked at me. “You look tired, Cal, but you look good.”

“You too, sis.” I glanced at the snack bar, then back to her.

She smiled. “I have some food in the Jeep. Let’s go.”

A couple of hours later we were still speeding along a narrow muddy road, the jungle beginning to thicken around us. My lunch had consisted of a can of tuna and crackers. It was the fanciest, most Western type of meal Tara could provide from her camp supplies. She explained that she had long since switched to the native diet of the people she’d been studying, but she figured I’d want to ease myself into that unique diet slowly. I was still yet to learn about whatever that “native diet” consisted of.

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What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy. She lived on a small farm just over a day’s ride from the nearest town, which was small in any case, just a church, a saloon, some stores and a few houses. She lived with her three older step-brothers and her Pa (who was really her step-father – her father died just before she was born and her mother just after she turned 10), and a few farmhands: four black men and a fat white man who bullied them. They were fairly poor, she hardly ever had new clothes, only her brothers’ old clothes and what was given by relatives, and she had to sleep in a room with her youngest step-brother, four years her senior.

Life was not pleasant for her, she had to work on the farm from a very young age, and their Pa, Mr. McKinley, was very hard on them, striking them frequently with his cane. He especially picked on Nancy, whom he blamed for the death of his wife, so she grew to hate him. It is rather ironic, therefore, that her first and many subsequent sexual experiences involved him.

The first came when she was just turned eighteen, as she was beginning to awaken sexually. It was summer so she was wearing an old yellow and white light dress of a cousin, which was quite a bit too small for her. If she’d grown up with any female companions would have known was indecent, stopping as it did some way above her dirty knees, and hugging her thin but womanly hips. She had tied her long brown hair back in two thick braids to keep it out of the way during work, and tucked any stray hairs behind her ears to stop them falling into her pretty brown-eyed, freckled face.

Pa was shouting at her. Nancy had done something fairly minor, but he called her into his room which always meant a whipping. As always she obeyed, wanting it over and done with. She followed him into the dark windowless room with one lamp burning, and he closed the door and locked it, which was unusual. His mouth stern as ever under his graying moustache, he pushed her roughly against a chest of drawers and forced her to bend over it with one massive rough hand while with the other he lifted her skirt.

Picking up the cane he brought it down with stinging force over her buttocks, making her cry out. However, though he didn’t know it, this was actually in pleasure. Over the years she had grown so used to a regular beating that it no longer had much effect on her, though she still pretended it did for fear that he would find some other punishment. Since entering puberty she had begun to find it even pleasurable, the stinging on her behind, and developed this, getting a strange satisfaction from enjoying what was meant as punishment from her hateful father.

This time began no different, ten loud cracks landing on her ass, but then they stopped, and the cane dropped to the floor. As this had happened küçükçekmece escort before she was not too curious, and sure enough he began spanking her with his hand, and as she screamed in fake pain she felt a damp sensation in her crotch she’d been getting a lot recently. But soon the spanking stopped too, and all she could feel was his thick calloused fingers feeling and kneading her cheeks, stroking the backs of her thighs and even touching her vagina briefly making her gasp. Her soft young skin reminded him of his own young experiences with his first wife.

Something in her silence seemed to snap him out of the momentary tenderness and with a last slap, he pulled her off the chest by her dress which ripped sharply, and ordered her on to her knees. She watching with interest, though she was careful only to show fear and subservience, as he undid his belt, dropped his pants to his boots and presented her with a huge pair of wrinkly balls and his five inch long, one and a half inch thick, limp cock. Of course, living in a house of only men she’d seen their genitals before, but never up close, and despite its wrinkled, almost gray appearance, found it rather attractive.

“Now listen carefully you little whore,” he hissed nastily, grabbing Nancy’s braids in both hands to look down into her forced tear-stained face with his lined, stubbly old one. “What I want you to do is so simple even a moron of a child such as you should be able to understand: just lick and suck this until I tell you to stop. If you bite you will get such a hiding you’ll wish you were never born. And for once in your worthless life at least pretend to enjoy something.”

With that he pulled her face into his groin, and she set to work, licking the odd smelling, sweaty skin and then took it in her small mouth and sucked. This brought back memories for him, and soon to her surprise it began to swell and grow, becoming stiffer. The folds of skin at the end rolled back and tightened to reveal the smooth round end, until it was at least double in length and two inches in diameter. Gingerly, the petite brunette licked the end of the massive cock, her small red tongue exploring the unfamiliar texture of the head. It was not very clean, and despite her determination to enjoy her punishments it was genuine revulsion that flickered across her face as her tongue encountered a clump of smegma just under the ridge of the head.

Her step-father though was becoming irritated by the teasing of the little tongue, and gripping her head he forced her down on his big dick, her small mouth straining to admit the first two inches. At first spluttering in surprise, Nancy soon realised what was wanted and began sucking, and her head was released. Back and forth her head went, one hand on her father’s hairy leg to steady herself and the other firmly on his kurtköy escort shaft. Now and again she would stop for breath and begin licking instead, but each time she was quickly pulled back by her hair into sucking again, her chin soon shiny as saliva ran out of her mouth to drip on her clothes.

McKinley had rarely had sex since the death of his second wife, only the occasional prostitute, and was too strict a Christian to masturbate. So it was no surprise that after three minutes of being given a blowjob by his eighteen year old step-daughter’s hot mouth, he should feel the pressure in his balls as an orgasm built up. Seizing her two plaits in his hands he began fucking Nancy’s mouth, pulling her head towards him as he thrust forwards. Nancy just kept her mouth open and tried to relax her throat as her step-father rammed four inches of his fifty-seven year old penis in and out with a loud squelching noise.

As his orgasm broke he held her head in an iron grip, filling her mouth with jism so it dribbled out the side, and squirting it down her throat making her choke so badly on the strange salty-sweet liquid he had to release her. Coughing a mouthful of semen out in a lumpy, stringy, translucent white cascade over her chin, she was half blinded as he ejaculated again, this time aiming at her face with his hand so his cum streaked over her freckles into her eye. Another six shots plastered her face and skin, making her shriek in order to please him while he tried to humiliate her. Then with a sound that he thought was fake but was in fact genuine delight, Nancy caught the last three on her tongue.

Then, having recovered from the choking and to her step-father’s sadistic delight, Nancy began to wipe as much cum from her face and into her mouth as possible. Pretending to be disgusted, although she actually quite liked this new and interesting taste, she swished it around in her mouth before swallowing it, lumps and all.

Her father leant panting against the chest of drawers, his head bowed, as she got up to leave.

“Here,” he said gruffly, pulling a filthy rag from his pocket, “wipe yourself off before you go out.”

She did so, though the semen on her dress was still clearly visible in one large and sticky smeared patch and lots of small splatters, which attracted a lot of dust and muck as she worked that day.

***

Though she was very close to her step-brothers, who were always very sympathetic towards her for the way their father treated her, she didn’t mention anything to them all day. It was only that evening, when the lamp in the room she shared with her twenty-two year old brother George had been blown out that she began answering his questions. In a whisper she told him what happened, and how it didn’t seem as bad as being beaten.

“He made you do WHAT?” George whispered incredulously.

“It’s maltepe escort easier if I show you,” Nancy replied. “Come over here.”

Quietly, George got out of bed, pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with moonlight, and sat on the bed next to his little step-sister, dressed in her mother’s old white nightgown. He was tall, broad shouldered from working in the fields, with short blond hair, and handsome, though not outstandingly so due to having his father’s large nose, and still bore a certain amount of acne. As it was hot, he was only wearing his underwear, and before he could stop her, his step-sister had undone it and got his cock out.

“What are you doing Nance?” he whispered as his step-sister held his limp organ in her little hands.

“Showing you what Pa made me do to him.” And with that she lowered her head over his groin, her hair falling over her freckled face, and took her brother’s dick in her mouth, keeping eye contact with him as she did so. As well as not being erect, it was quite a bit smaller than Mr. McKinley’s, so she had no trouble fitting him inside. She also loved her step-brother, and so was trying to please him and could fully enjoy giving him his first blowjob.

Soon he was hard in her mouth and gasping as his little step-sister sunk down on her knees between his legs, giving him sensations unlike anything he’d done by himself with his hands. Although he didn’t want to harm Nancy at all, he couldn’t stop her, and when he came he could not stop himself from thrusting slightly. Nancy caught most of the semen, licking up a bit that had dribbled down his shaft and wiping her face with her hand, being careful not to soil her clothes. Then she got back on the bed and looked at her step-brother.

“So, was it nice?” she asked.

“Nice?” he replied in a hoarse whisper. “That was incredible! Let me pay you back.” And he lifted her nightgown, pushing her back on to her pillow and started kissing her hairy, virgin vagina. At first she just lay back, pleased as his affectionate lips touching her skin haphazardly, the moustache on his top lip tickling her, but due to his inexperience and hazy knowledge of the female anatomy doing nothing special for her.

Suddenly she shuddered and gave a loud gasp. He had kissed her clitoris.

“Did that hurt?” he whispered, stopping and looking worried. “Should I stop?”

“Stop? No, keep doing what you did just there!” He resumed his kissing and she felt shivers of excitement course through her. Her pussy began leaking juice when he started licking, tentatively at first, but then faster, Nancy having to hold her hands over her mouth to stifle her moans. In the end though, it wasn’t enough to conceal her cries as she orgasmed, and anyway, she shook so much that the bed banged loudly against the wall.

It was the most wonderful feeling she’d ever had, but it had barely faded when they both heard the familiar sound of Pa’s footsteps striding towards their room. George kissed her goodnight, jumped up, pulled clothes up and closed the curtains at the same time then leapt into bed. Nancy had just got back into bed when the door flew open.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Tomas has been surprised when the little Asian flower had addressed him in Spanish.

“I am Diwata. Most call me Di. Hello? You want haircut?”

She looked every bit a small, Asian Hispanic girl. Tanned skin, long black hair, brown eyes, but not the Native American mix he had come to know. She was very much Asian. He held her small hand out to shake with his, and began to blush as he stared down at her dumbfounded. Di

“I’m Tomas. Your learned Spanish living here in New Mexico?”

She giggled. “I have always known Spanish. We speak it in the Philippines, where I am from.”

She spoke it so well he was having trouble keeping up. “English is my native language,” he admitted. “You speak English?”

“Not so much,” she replied in English. “But I am learning.”

So Spanish became their conversational tongue, where he had to struggle to understand her dialect, and she his poor Spanish.

“You are white then, not … um, how you say? Hispanic?”

“No, I am Hispanic. We just don’t all speak Spanish anymore. My family have been here since New Spain.”

“Ah, yes, the Spanish Empire conquered both these our lands.”

He was distracted as he sat down for his haircut, and as she worked so close to him. She wore only a small, loose white tank-top with no bra, and leaning over all innocent, he could almost see her nipples. Small, young breasts, and her hair smelled like soap. With it, small, tight shorts that seemed almost see-thru, and barely covered the bottom of her ass-cheeks. She had a nice round ass, though small along with her frame. She had matching white wedged high-heels, open-toed to reveal dainty feet and painted toenails. Long, slender legs and delicate hands, she was the very essence of femininity. He began imagining fucking, such a small creature at his mercy, trembling from the orgasms he could give her.

His dick began getting hard and sliding along his jeans, and would be noticeable soon. He didn’t mind if she noticed, and wasn’t shy. And they were the only ones in the barber shop at the moment. A lazy Tuesday afternoon, his day off from work.

“You have a boyfriend?” he asked.

“Why you ask? You want to date me? No girlfriend? I have no boyfriend, I just come here to America.”

Lucky him, he thought. “I’m not sure dating is what I had in mind. I have no girlfriend. But I’d love to show you the city and places around here. You like to hike?”

She smiled. “Yes, I would like that. But isn’t that a date?”

He looked down at his pants, and then her eyes looked down at what he was looking at, and then went wide. She blushed at once.

“Ah, you horny for me,” she whispered. “You like me?”

“Oh yeah,” he said. Then he gently took her free hand and placed it on the swell of his cock beneath his pants.

Despite blushing fiercely, she did not withdraw her hand, but seemed curious and began to feel.

“It too big for me!” she said.

“I can make it fit. What are you doing tonight, Di?”

And he got a date with his barber.

—

Tomas arrived early on purpose. He had a good feeling about Diwata that she would let him use her any way he wanted. He never pushed himself on a woman. He never had to. But each was very different, and had different needs. Diwata was inexperienced, but coming into her own. A young woman, maybe late teens or early 20’s. Horny, curious, and probably thought a blond-haired, blue-eyed Latino like himself was exotic in her culture.

She lived in the War Zone of Albuquerque along with many Asians, Trumbull and Louisiana area. Her apartment was poor and run down, as he had expected. He used to live in the ghetto until college and career got him out of it.

Dressed casual with jeans, dress shoes, and black button shirt, and holding roses, he ran the bell and waited.

Di cracked open the door a moment later, and as he had hoped, was just barely getting out of the shower. Still wet and dripping.

“You early!” she protested. “Not ready yet.”

“It’s alright. I can wait for you inside.”

She stared at him, only one eye visible, and then another, and then she unchained the door and let him in.

“I no have towel. No clothes on yet. You wait…”

“Can I see you naked?” he asked, as if that was a perfectly normal request.

She turned red, and seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Asians were so modest it seemed. He took out his wallet and showed her his FBI badge.

“I actually work for the FBI. Do you know what that is?”

Her eyes went even wider, and her mouth gaped.

“You cop? Am I in trouble?”

“No, of course not. I just want to make you my girlfriend. I think you are very beautiful. And I do not lie. I want to see you naked, if that is alright. And make love to you, when you are ready.”

But he knew she would be intimidated now by his power. What woman wasn’t?

She opened the door wide and let him in, and see her naked. She looked afraid and shamed, and yet so compliant. Some people and cultures had a natural inclination to respect authority, and he was abusing that mecidiyeköy escort without apology. She stood tall and rigid.

But she was so cute and adorable without clothes, and his cock swelled with desire for her at once. Small but perky tits, a small but round ass, long legs and small feet. She had long black hair and big, Asian eyes alit with wonder, desire, and fear of him. Her stomach was flat, and skin dark and smooth.

He handed her the roses, and she took them, softening a little.

“So, this really a date?”

“No. I just wanted to come over and have sex. And then take you out to eat.”

“But, that is wrong!”

“Why? Are not not attracted to me?”

“No, no, I think you very attractive,” she blushed.

He looked around. A messy place.

“I have roommates, they very messy. Let me get dressed.”

“But I like you naked. You are very beautiful. Very sexy.”

She retreated to her bedroom, and he followed. “No, no, wait outside.”

But he came in anyway, embraced her, and kissed her mouth. It was as far as he dared go unless he received clear signals to continue. His mouth engulfed hers, tasting the sweetness of her, and their tongues flicked at each other.

She kissed him back with closed eyes, pressing her naked body against him. Then she pushed away, falling backward on her bed and sitting down.

He fell to his knees, pushed her on her back, spread her legs, and then went down on her. Her smoothly shaved pussy was amazing. A small cleft, and when her pussy lips were spread, an inviting pink flower that was enticing beyond his imagination.

She tried to push his head away, but he persisted, and licked and sucked away, finding her clitoris and going to town. Her gasps and moans came quickly, stifled by a pillow she had grabbed to put over her face.

The smooth skin of her thighs, her ass hanging partially over the bed, her tiny little anus, all made him rigidly and painfully hard for her. But he took his time, and figured out her rhythm, his tongue dancing and playing over her opening.

“You bad man!” she shrieked. “Very bad!”

“Yes I am,” he admitted. “Did you want me to stop?”

“No!” she sighed, as if in defeat.

He could feel her relax as he went to town on her pussy, and how wet she became. She orgasmed with a whimper, and a muffled shriek. Her body shuddered with it. He then took off his shirt and dropped his pants, revealing his hard cock leaning to the right slightly.

She got up on her elbows and looked at him as he rubbed his cock against her clitoris. He had been blessed with a godlike cock, eight inches of thick, uncut pale and pink meat. Her eyes widened at the size of it.

“That won’t fit!”

“You don’t want me to try?”

She looked at him, and then let her head fall back, and put a pillow over her face. He assumed that was acceptance. He pushed his mushroom head against her opening, feeling its wetness against his tip, his precum already oozing. Then he pushed it into tightness, amazed by the feeling of her.

“Oh wow, you feel so good,” he breathed. “So tight.”

She got up on her elbows and watched, unable to take her eyes off her pussy being stretched and fucked. She was breathing hard, her nipples hard, and a gleam of sweat broke out over her body.

He pushed into her, and out, and did what he normally did with anal sex. A little more in, then out, then back in deeper and deeper. She groaned louder with each deeper thrust, her pussy stretched to its limits. Seeing his enormous shaft sliding into her tight, Asian vagina only made him harder and want to pump it more.

“Please,” she pleaded. “Do not cum in me, okay?”

“Okay, I will come in your mouth. You swallow it all, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied, surprising him. He had been testing her resolve. But evidently, she was entirely his to do with as he pleased.

He fucked her good and hard, her toes splaying as another orgasm washed over her body, and she bit her pillow. And just when he was about to come, he pulled out, took her arms, and stood up while drawing her up into the sitting position.

With his cock at her face, she opened her mouth, and he began ejaculating into it, his orgasm so intense he moaned louder than he had intended. Perfect! He filled her whole mouth with his cum, and she swallowed. Then he filled it nearly a second time, and she swallowed that too, and then began to suck him off.

“There, not a drop on me, so I don’t have to shower again,” she said, looking up at him. “Was that okay? You like?”

“I like very much. You?”

“Yes, very much,” she admitted.

She played with his balls, huge in her small hands. “You so big. I never seen such big balls, and big dick. It hurt, but I liked it.”

He saw the dress she planned on wearing, a thin summer dress with flowers. And her white wedge heels as well.

“No underwear. Just the dress and heels. Let’s go eat.”

—

Tomas liked having the tiny, sweet, and sexy Diwata next to him in the car. His BMW cruised nişantaşı escort silently across the city. He took her to dinner and got to know her more.

He treated her to a nice restaurant, and sitting next to her at a booth, enjoyed slipping his hand up her thigh and fingering her shaved pussy.

She would blush innocently when he did this, but did not tell him to stop.

“I never met man like you. Bold, know what you want. You just do it.”

“Is that OK? If you don’t like it, you say no.”

“I will. But I like it. Most American men…” and she giggled, and rolled her eyes. “Not real men! Sissy men.”

“America has fallen on hard times, I must admit. The FBI has trouble finding good recruits these days.”

“What are you going to do to me next?”

He smiled broadly.

“Well, I”m taking you to the movies. But I know a place in the parking lot that is very dark. I’m going to bend you over in the backseat of my car while I stand outside, and fuck you. And this time I’m going to cum in your pussy, and hope you get pregnant.”

She turned red and gasped.

“You’ll just have to hold my cum inside you. After the movie I’m going to take you home, and fuck you in the ass. Then I will have cum into all three of your lovely little holes, and leave you sore, satisfied, and thinking of me always.”

Her eyes went wide with terror at that.

“No! I cannot handle you that way!”

“Sure you can.”

“But I said no!”

“Ok,” he smiled. “But I can bend you over in a parking lot?”

She blushed. “Yes, if you promise not to … do my butt!”

—

In the parking lot, in a dark area, he backed his BMW in next to some bushes and trees. Totally isolated place. Then they got out, and she shyly came around to him.

“I like you very much, but you scary,” she said. “You too big. You be gentle?”

He only smiled and kissed her, loving how she tasted. So sweet and small a woman, like a child in his arms. No wonder American men liked Asian girls. The true hallmark of femininity.

He opened the back door on his side, and she climbed in and got to her knees, her ass towards him. The perfect height for him to stand and have his way with her.

She lifted up her dress, revealing that perfect, round, little ass. The light was too dim to see much by, but he could see enough. He took his cock out, already stiff and ready, and pressed it against her.

She guided it to her pussy, and he pressed it into her. She gasped and moaned as he gripped her waist and pushed it in deep. She was already so wet. The combination of wetness and incredibly tightness was amazing.

“Oh man, you feel so good, Diwata.”

“You so big, Tomas! Tomas the train!”

Mm, that was an apt description from her perspective. He pushed his thick train all the way into her, and holding her firm, fucked her good and hard.

She took it like a champ, biting his leather seats to keep from screaming out. Her muscles constricted with an orgasm, and her tiny little frame shuddered.

This made him cum deep into her. He pulled his shaft out as he came, wanting to leave all of his sperm inside her by leaving room as he ejaculated. He always came more the second time around.

She reached back and squeezed his balls gently, as if squeezing more of him into her. It was over quick, but the orgasms for both of them was intense and very satisfying.

She got back out and stood up, and then held her thighs together like she had to pee. So was so cute that way, toes crossing each other, a look of shyness.

“That hurt, Tomas! You too big!”

“You came, though.”

“I sore now. I never have a big dick.”

He put his dick away, and they began walking. “Wait, you have something? It is messy.”

“I want to see my cum slide down your legs. Just let it go.”

They started walking hand-in-hand, and he felt possessive of her. He was falling for her already, and wasn’t sure why. She was smart and sexy, and that was the most important thing. But he had his needs, and so far she seemed like she could handle it.

Inside the lobby of the theater, she kept her legs closed. But to no avail, as he could see his cum slipping down her inner thigh. It was awesome. She smiled at him wickedly, knowing what he was looking at.

“You like me soiled and dirtied by you, no?”

“I do,” he admitted.

The movie was surprisingly good, and he could actually stop thinking about sex with Diwata watching it. Even despite her playing with his cock beneath his pants, keeping him semi-erect.

—

On the way home, she unbuckled her seatbelt and unzipped his cock, and then went down on him.

“Oh wow, you still horny?”

She did not answer with a mouth full of Tomas in her mouth. She took him deeply down her throat, gagged a little, and then came up for air.

“I want you drained so you will stop thinking of my ass.”

He laughed. “You still say no?”

“Yes, I say no! It is too much! And my pussy hurts. If you have more, I swallow it.”

“I otele gelen escort am pretty drained, Di. But that feels really good. I have to be at work early. When can I come by again?”

“Any time,” she said.

She kept sucking him anyway, and got him hard. But he wanted to savor the moment, and be a gentlemen.

“My roommates are home. And my jaw hurts now. You too big!”

“It’s OK.”

He walked her to the front door, and they kissed passionately. He guessed he had left quite an impression her. He pulled her dress back and sucked on a nipple, and then the other.

She moaned with passion, but then peeled away from him. “I see you tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

Reluctantly, they parted ways.

—

When he got home, he was as horny as ever thinking of Diwata. Hard as a rock, in fact. He should have tried to get her to suck him off again so he could sleep.

But he tried to sleep anyway. Two hours later, he gave it up. In sweats, he got back in his car and headed back to Diwata’s apartment.

He knocked on the door, and a blurry-eyed Asian woman answered, looking annoyed. She looked him up and down and smiled lasciviously.

“I’m Diwata’s boyfriend. I need to see her.”

“Oh, handsome man. You see me instead?” she offered.

She was stoned or something, and not the least bit attractive. He showed her his FBI badge. Her eyes went wide, and then she oepned the door.

Another man came to see what was going on, and got angry ats the woman. They talked back and forth in heated Spanish. They were married, and he was tired of her being slutty. Mm, drama. He hoped this older man kept his paws off his Diwata.

He went to Di’s door and opened it, and let himself in, then locked it. He snuck over to her, and found her sleeping under a sheet. It was hot inside. Swamp cooler was not working well. It was too humid to work well.

He peeled back the sheet and found her naked, and she slowly stirred.

“It’s me, Tomas,” he whispered. He turned the light on so he could see her.

She smelled sweet and soapy. She had bathed. Suddenly excited, she sat up and kissed him. “Oh, Tomas. I was dreaming of you.”

They kissed passionately, his dick already hard for her. But he had other needs this time. He pushed her back and started eating her out. Her pussy tasted so good, so wet already. She bent her legs and moaned, and then brought a pillow over to bite into.

Taking the vaseline out of his pocket, he lubed up his thumb and then inserted it into her tiny little anus.

With her hands she tried pushing his hand away, but he persisted. She moaned with this new violation.

“You too big!”

But she did not say no. And he hoped she wouldn’t.

“I need all of you. I want to leave my cum in every hole.” He kissed her stomach. “My cum is inside there.” Then he kissed her pubic bone. “And my cum is still in there, too.”

“Yes!” she whimpered. “But not butt! Cum in my pussy again!”

He worked her anus open with his thumb, gently and firm. He inserted it a little each time as he suckled on her clitoris and drove her nuts.

He took his time, and made her orgasm with his tongue and lips. God, she tasted so good. So clean. He pushed his thumb all the way in. Then next, he inserted one finger, and then two, being sure to stretch her anus and massage the muscles open.

She struggled the whole time, squirming this way and that. But she never said no.

Then he got her on her stomach, stretched her legs, and pressed his cock against her anus.

“Tomas! I can’t!” she cried.

“Yes you can. Trust me. I know you want it.”

“I want all of you. But it will hurt!”

But still she did not say no.

He pushed the head of his cock against her anus. It took awhile to work it in, but with a plop it finally penetrated it, stretching it wide.

She groaned and bit the pillow. A deep groan. It only made him harder and push deeper into her. But he took his time and worked himself in and out of her, going a little deeper each time.

There was nothing like anal sex for a man. The tightness and heat. With good lube and bareback, it was simply amazing. He pushed a little deeper, and then pulled out.

Then he could hold back no more, and plowed all of himself deep into her guts, his whole eight inches of thickness ripping her rectum wide.

She screamed into the pillow, but still she did not say no.

He waited for a moment, his whole length inside her rectum. His body on her back, pinning her down. She was totally at his mercy. Then slowly he began fucking her some more, pulling out, and then thrusting back in.

She moaned and pushed her ass back against him. That’s how he knew she had adapted. What a champ! She was getting into it, as he knew she would.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed.

He pounded her little ass good and hard then, pulling most of his length out of her, and then plowing back in. Her groans and grunts when he fucked her ass made it even better.

He came deep into her colon, he was sure. But still he was hard, and well-lubed still, he kept going.

She stretched her legs all the way and pushed her hips back against him.

He reached around and felt her stomach, and could feel himself make her insides bulge. It felt amazing. Even though she bit the pillow still, it was to keep from screaming out in orgasm now.

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We’ve met at the airport, and are driving to my home. We are making small talk when I look over and see you’ve made a tent in your pants. I immediately feel my nipples harden and my pussy getting hotter. I reach over and lightly rub your crotch, asking you how come you are so excited. You tell me that you realize now that I was telling you the truth when I told you it was not a very flattering picture I sent to you, that I don’t look as innocent as you thought I did. That I am a very sexy lady and I turn you on very much.

I remove my hand from your crotch and return it to the steering wheel. We drive for a couple of minutes. I am deep in thought and don’t say anything, which makes you nervous. You ask me if anything is wrong. I tell you no, everything is wonderful, that I am very happy you are here, and that I am very excited. I explain to you that having you with me is a dream come true, that we are going to have a wonderful time together, that you are going to enjoy very much the time we will spend together. It has been so long since I have been with a man that I am going to be insatiable for days, that we are going to do so many erotic things together, and if there is anything you want to try just ask, because I want to try everything. I want to make you cum so much you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven. I want to cum so much that my knees will be weak and I will have trouble just standing.

I glance down between your legs again and see the tent has become even larger, and that there is now a wet spot on your pants. I see what I have said to you has excited you even more. You confirm that the idea of being each others sex toys has excited you very much. I ask you to trust me, to do what I ask, that if you do, you will remember this as the best time you ever had for the rest of your life. You tell me you trust me, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have come all this way to be with me. I am satisfied with your answer.

Suddenly I turn of the highway on to a less traveled road. This road also leads to my home, but is much darker and very isolated. We drive for a couple minutes, then I pull over to the side of the road and turn the cars headlights şirinevler escort off. I keep my foot on the brake so if anyone comes up behind us they know we are there and won’t run into us. I tell you to get out of the car and remove your shoes and pants. You look very scared and very nervous. I assure you that you can trust me, that I wouldn’t do anything mean like leaving you out in the middle of nowhere, in the dark cold night. You take a deep breath and open the car door. As you stand next to the car you realize how cold out is is. You feel your erection shrinking, your balls drawing up close to your body in an attempt to stay warm. You remove your shoes and stand there, not knowing what to do next. I tell you to hurry and throw them into the back seat, get your pants and underwear off and get back into the car. I don’t want the inside of the car to become cold.

You do as I say and are now sitting next to me in the warm car, your clothes in the back seat. I tell you not to forget to put your seatbelt back on, so you do. Your hands are trembling as you do so. I ask you if you are shaking from excitement, cold, or fear. You tell me it is a little of each. I am disappointed and tell you you need not have any fear, that my only goal is pleasure for the both of us. I reach over and touch your semi erect cock, rubbing it gently, cupping your balls with my warm hands. I bend over and lift your cock, stick my tongue out and lick you slowly from your balls all the way to tip of your cock. Your erection is now back fully, and I see a drop of pre cum . I scoop it up with my finger and rub it over my lips. So delicious, I think you must taste, so I kiss you, first rubbing my lips against yours. You keep your lips closed, so I run my tongue over them and push it between your lips. I hear you moan, and you open your mouth for me. I explore your mouth with my tongue, kissing you very passionately.

Suddenly I break the kiss, turn the headlights back on, and continue driving . I look over at you and see you are very excitied. You are staring out the window, with your hands clenched at your sides. I can see your cock in the lights şişli escort from the dashboard, so big and hard and beautiful. It is sticking up and bobbing and twitching from the movements of the car, and from your excitement. I tell you that I want to watch you stroke it, play with it, but not to cum. You take your hand and slowly begin to slide it up and down. You start moaning and pump it even faster. I tell you that you must not cum, that you should slow down. You have a hard time complying with my wish, so I tell you to stop. You return your hand to your side.

I remove my right hand from the steering wheel and open my coat. I pull the right side of my coat back, so you can see what I am wearing underneath. I have a white satin blouse on. It clings to my breast. I rub my nipple through the material. It becomes very hard and erect. You can see my nipple through the blouse, and are very excited by the site of it. There is a river of precum coming from your cock. It twitches violently. You are VERY excited. You feel like you might cum without even touching your cock. I slowly pull the blouse up over my breast, and tuck it under so it will not fall down. I reach over and take some more of your pre cum and rub it into my nipple. It is so shiny and hard, and it is sticking out about 1/2″ from the rest of my breast. I rub and pinch and pull on it, teasing you. You ask if you can touch it, and I say yes, but only with one finger. I return my hand to the steering wheel as you reach over. You touch my nipple very lightly, rubbing your finger in circles around it. It feels so good, all hard and erect and sticky, just like a miniature cock. You can’t take your eyes off it, and long to have it in your mouth. Your are about to ask if you can do this when I push your hand away and cover my tit with my coat. Your face is crestfallen, and you look so sweet. I explain to you that we are approaching the town we have to go through to get to my home. You ask if you should cover yourself, and I say no, no one will see your cock down there, but someone passing in a car might see my exposed breast.

We drive through the town, it is about 2 miles taksim escort from one end to the other. You think it looks like a very nice town. There is snow on the ground, and all the businesses still have their Christmas lights on. It looks like a picture postcard town. We drive though and are finally on the other side. We are getting very close to my home, only a few more miles to drive. As the town disappears behind us I reach down and lift my skirt. It is very short, so I don’t have to lift it very far. I push my panties to the side, and slip a finger into my pussy. It is so very hot and very wet. I tease my clit for a second and then push my finger inside. It feels so good I moan out loud. I remove my finger and rub it under your nose and on your lips, so you can smell and taste me. I push my finger past your lips and fuck your mouth with it. You are moaning and sucking my finger, it tastes so wonderful. I put my hand back on the steering wheel and slow down to turn a corner. You say “please may I touch your pussy?” I tell you it is okay. Go ahead. I spread my legs as far as I can as we drive the last mile to my home.

I slow the car down, I don’t want to drive off the road. You reach over and pull my panties to the side. Slowly you rub the outside of my pussy. The lips are so soft and smooth and puffy with arousal. Very gradually you begin to open my pussy, feeling for yourself how very hot and wet it is. You rub the inside lips, and occasionally tease my clit with your finger. I am having trouble concentrating on driving. We turn another corner and we are on the road that my home is on. Suddenly you push your finger all the way inside. I groan and you can feel how tight my pussy is, the muscles are squeezing your finger very tightly. You pump your finger in and out very slowly, making me very hot.

I feel like I am going to come. I take my foot off the gas pedal. You have two fingers in my pussy and are massaging my clit. I am going to cum, and I am going to cum very hard. We are coasting down the road, it is downhill to the end of the road and my home. Only 1/4 mile left to go. You lean over and start rubbing my breast while you are playing with my pussy. OH I’m cummming. You can feel my orgasm, my pussy muscles contracting around your fingers, and a rush of my juice gets your hand very wet. Your cock is longing for some touches and some relief. I stop cumming and you remove your hand. We are parked in my driveway. The fun has only just begun…

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This story is the second part of the “Naked Alley” series. It is advised to read the series in the sequence of the stories. As always, all persons have reached the age of eighteen years or more since they were born.

Note to the reader. Many thanks to oldnakeddad for editing and proofreading this story and making it more readable. English is not my first language so it may have otherwise read as if you were listening to somebody from a foreign country.

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“Naked Alley” was the nickname my daughter Bibi, and her friends, used for what was officially known as “Nature’s Ally – Naturally”. Together with her friend Tanya, who owned the nudist camp, and a group of girls, they had organised a nude Father’s Day event.

Some non-members, like myself, were invited to join and get acquainted with life at a nudist camp. At the end of a very special day, during which the love between us fathers and our daughters created a whole new universe and after very earthly drinks and a dinner, we had decided to stay for the night.

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1.

The sun had shone through the window and, lighting the dust like a veil of fog, one could feel its beams already starting to warm up the room. The old timber beams and roof were giving shelter to a peculiar group of sleeping people.

After a few minutes of being awake, I propped myself up on my elbows and viewed the scene. The three other dads and I were surrounded by our girls plus one. I saw it was Emels’ back I had been admiring since opening my eyes.

For some reason, the girls hadn’t chosen to lay next to their dad’s but, instead, had spread themselves between us. I saw Bibi lying between Lucas and Marc, she had spooned herself against Marc’s back. On the other side of Lucas, who was laying on his back, was Eve. Her face was buried against his shoulder, the red waves of her hair and one arm lying across his chest.

Between Marc and me, Anne was sleeping on her belly, her face turned towards me, her breathing regular. Emel had spooned herself against the back of Nico, who was facing Maria as she was lying on her back.

The sheets were a complete chaos, sometimes covering a person, sometimes pushed downwards and getting stuffed between the legs of two people.

I laid down on my back again and closed my eyes, thinking of last night and the events that had led to it. The last thing I noticed, before drifting back to sleep again, was the arm of Anne being stretched across my belly.

The first thing I noticed, when I woke up again, was Anne’s arm stretched across my body, above the sheet, but she clearly wasn’t sleeping. Her hand was slowly massaging my balls below my rock-hard morning wood that stood up and tented the sheet towards the roof.

I turned my head towards her and saw her lying on her side with her eyes closed. A warm smile betrayed that she knew exactly what was going on.

“I thought Father’s Day was yesterday,” I whispered.

“You’re not my father,” was her quick answer while opening her eyes.

“So, good morning, Mr. President,” she whispered in my ear whilst continuing to stroke my balls with her hand on top of the sheet.

“Good morning to you, too, sweetheart. Is this still all part of the plan?” I replied.

“Nope. After you all went to bed last night, we gossiped about the day, of course, and it got us all turned on again. But to be honest, this feeling never left after the island session.”

“So?”

“So, we decided we’d wait until today and see what happens. No plans but no inhibitions either.”

Suddenly, I felt the sheet being pulled up a bit and Emel’s warm body snugged itself against my side. Her arm glided under the sheet and her hand rested on my breast, her fingers slowly moving back and forth.

I turned towards her and looked into two big, black eyes. Without saying anything, or even smiling, she closed her eyes again. I moved my arm so her head rested upon my shoulder.

Behind her, I saw Nico lying against Maria’s back, her head on his arm and his other arm reaching downwards across her body. Her arm disappeared between their bodies and very slow, small movements were visible underneath the sheets.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of two young bodies lying against me as Anne had crossed her thigh over mine and her other arm, trapped between our bodies, went down between her legs. With a flat hand, she continued to caress my balls and dick on top of the sheet.

On the other side, I felt the delicious breasts of Emel pressing against my skin and her hairy pelvis slowly rocking against my hip. Slowly, her hand went from caressing my breasts and nipples to stroking across my stomach and my belly. Because my hard-on made such a big tent, she had plenty of space to move around in.

These were the terrible moments, the anxious moments, the moments filled with desire, the desire to be touched in the right places. The hand that moved on top of the sheet, the hand that moved underneath it. Two independent movements, nothing istanbul rus escort in sync, just the teasing that went on.

Suddenly, I felt her warm hand cupping both of my balls and softly squeezing them underneath the sheet. Anne reacted by holding my thick dick and wrapping the sheet around it with her whole hand, pushing it almost flat against my belly.

Emel went on and hooked her thumb around the base of my dick, pulling it to stand up again so Anne could move her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft. My breathing became louder, as did theirs, but ours were not the only ones. All kinds of sounds became audible from across the attic.

I took a sneak peek around the attic and saw Eve lying on her back with Lucas kissing her breasts and working his hand between her legs. Her moans became higher pitched with every minute. It was clear that, underneath the sheets, Eve had a good hold of Lucas’ hard cock while her other hand squeezed her other breast.

Next to us, my daughter, Bibi, was taking care of Marc. She had slipped underneath the sheets and I could see the big bulge of her head resting on his belly. Marc had his eyes closed but his mouth was half open and muttering words that were not really understandable.

Maria and Nicholas had gone one step further as he was slowly fucking her from behind, his hand still working her front. Maria’s moans, still relatively quiet, filled the attic and made us all aware we had passed the phase of touch and play. Or, did we? From downstairs, Tanya’s voice filled the air.

“Good morning!!”

Her footsteps on the stairs followed her wake-up call. Her head became visible at the top the stairs before she quickly stood in the middle of the attic.

“Good morning and don’t tell me you’re still sleeping,” she smiled.

She looked around at all of the bodies that were lying on the mattresses and under the sheets. Nine pair of eyes looked straight up at her, some a bit dazed, others a bit confused. Bibi’s head had just turned up above the sheet, Nico and Maria could hardly stop moving.

“Well, well, I guess not. If ever I could smell sex in the air, it is on this beautiful spring morning!” she said with a broad smile.

“Ok, people, I’ll leave you here to finish business but, first, I want you to know breakfast is being served on the terrace. It’s all out on the table, so my advice to you is to remember that the cold things will become warm and the hot things will become cold.”

With a big smile and a kiss blown into the air, she went downstairs leaving everyone in doubt and frustration.

“Ok, everybody. What shall we do? I asked.

“I think we should not keep our lovely host, or our breakfast, waiting.”

“You’re right! The day is still young, as is our company, and I have already started counting my blessings today!” Lucas spoke out then gave Eve a small kiss on her mouth.

“This leaves us with unfinished business.” Emel whispered softly to me.

But not too softly that Anne didn’t notice and she squeezed my dick…hard!

“She’s right. We’ve got some unfinished business,” Anne whispered back to me and looked into Emel’s smiling eyes.

2.

It took some time to wash up before going downstairs to meet the other people from the camp. Finally, we managed to get there and sat around a beautifully set table. All of the things one could wish for breakfast were present…fresh fruits, cereals, boiled and scrambled eggs and orange juice. Also present were Lola and Sophia who, together with Tanya, had taken care of this splendid breakfast table.

During breakfast, we talked about all kinds of things. Of course, the two girls were curious what had happened upstairs but most answers were very vague and left a lot to the imagination, which was obviously the purpose of those giving the answers.

At one point, I realised that our nudity wasn’t an issue anymore. We were who we were and we were having breakfast. The intimacy we had gone through had made us a small, tight group within twenty-four hours. It really showed the power of a shared experience.

I guess most of us were aware of this bonding when the discussion became a central one on the topic of the program for the rest of the day of, more precisely, should we invite our wives and mothers to the camp?

Most of us tended to stay with the group as it was. Lucas, who was a bit timid to join the Father’s Day event in the first place, warned us that there was no way he could keep his wife, Maria’s mother, away from the camp. It was her enthusiasm for the event that had, more or less, been the decisive factor in getting him to go along with Maria’s plans. So, we decided it was up to the mothers if they would like to visit.

Tanya told us that we could do as we pleased, after breakfast, but she would go on with her work of running the place. The girls could show us the rest of the camp and we could make some arrangements for lunch. If we wanted, we could leave our clothes kadıköy escort and stuff where they were, in the dressing room.

We could also use the showers but we were to be aware that in those buildings, along with most of the camp, public intimacy was really not done. Respect for all different attitudes towards naturism, nudism, etc. were what made the place so unique. But if we didn’t leave, she would see us later.

After breakfast, most of us were content to just sit in the sun and have a cup of coffee. So, we all cleaned the table and grabbed a chair in the sun. Other members of the camp passed by to the shower room or sat next to us to have a coffee of their own.

It was really a mixed bunch. Young families, a few adolescents and elderly people. People of all shapes and sizes, even a pregnant mother with a small child passed us on her way to the shop.

After a while, it became really hot so some suggested taking a walk around the camp. We all got up and wanted to leave the terrace when Lucas said he was going to check his phone to see if his wife had already tried to contact him. This made us all aware that this could be the case for all of us so we went to the dressing room to check our phones, too.

I spoke to Bibi and asked her what she wanted to do. She didn’t mind, and neither did I, so we decided to leave it to my wife Carolina, or Caro for short, to decide if she wanted to come up and join us for a while. While Bibi was calling her mother, Emel came up to me.

“After sleeping and all of the sun after breakfast, I really would like to have a shower instead of going for a walk,” she told me.

“And what do you want?” she asked while looking coyly at me with her dark eyes while coming very close to me.

“I don’t mind. Maybe my wife will come and then we’ll have a tour of the camp anyway, I guess. And a nice cool shower would be great!” I answered her and touched her magnificent hips with my hand.

“Mmmm, I like my shower warm, hot is even better,” she joked putting her arm around my waist.

Bibi came over to us, looking curiously at Emel, and told me mom was coming.

“She asked if she had to get naked, so I told her of course. Then she hesitated but in the end she agreed to come over. Cool of her, I didn’t think she would dare to do so.” Bibi told us, smiling proudly again.

“Are you coming?” She asked as the others were already going outside.

“No, you go. I really would like to have a shower now and we’ll see the site when mom has arrived, ok?” I answered and she returned a cynical smile.

“Ok!”

She walked outside to the waiting group, as Emel stayed behind in the dressing room. Then the pregnant mom came out of the showers with her little girl, both dripping wet. Emel knew them so she started chatting with the little girl.

“Hi, shall I help you with drying yourself?” she asked the little girl.

After the little girl nodded, Emel picked her up, put her on the wooden bench and started to dry her. Her mother dried herself until she couldn’t reach her feet because her belly was in the way.

“Sorry, ma’am, but as Emel’s doing, may I be of any help?” I asked her, guessing she was quite confident with her pregnant, naked body in the company of other people.

“Please, I’m so clumsy these days!” she laughed.

She handed me her towel.

“You see, honey, even mommy needs some help with drying herself,” she said to her child.

“Maybe you should sit down on the bench as well, that way you can’t lose your balance,” I said as I knelt before her.

So, she did and, with her big belly in front, she spread her legs to sit stable. Her vagina showed itself in all its bald, shaved glory. Her breasts were full, big pears with stretched, dark areolas and nipples so large, ready to be sucked on. So when I took her foot to gently dry it underneath and between all of her toes, I couldn’t help becoming aroused.

“Want to come with me to say hello to Tanya?” Emel asked the little one now that she was ready and they both left the dressing room.

After one foot, I turned my attention to the other and gave it the same slow, thorough treatment. There is something about feet. They give access to some open ends of your nerves. What you feel with your feet, you immediately feel with your whole body.

So not only was blood flowing into my cock, blood was also flowing into her vagina and getting it even more swollen than it already was. I looked up to see her reaction and saw her laughing at me.

“Are you enjoying it? “I know I do!” she asked.

I smiled back while I went on drying both of her legs. Then I stood up and handed her the towel.

“I guess you should finish drying yourself before you get wet again.” I said.

“Mmm, that’s a pity. And what’s the use?” she asked with a sorry look.

She took the towel and rubbed it between her legs for a little longer than seemed necessary. She moved the towel to her nose, smelled and smiled. kartal escort

“I love the fresh smell of my body after a shower!”

She looked at me then closed both of her eyes for a moment. Suddenly, Anne came running into the dressing room.

“Aah, there you are! Oops, sorry,” she immediately said when she noticed my semi-hard-on.

“Have you seen Emel? I discovered the two of you were missing and…”

“Emel’s outside with Charlie, to see Tanya” the woman said.

“Can you tell them we’re coming?”

“Ok, I will. See you outside.”

Anne walked out of the dressing room. The little girl’s mother, Sabine, asked about our activities. She had read, on the bulletin board, about the Father’s Day program. While walking outside, I told her a bit about the program that the girls had come up with and that we decided to stay for a night, sleeping in the attic with all of the Father’s Day guests.

Her child, Emel and Anne were waiting outside. She took her daughter by the hand and gave Emel a kiss to thank her as she whispered something into her ear. Then she turned around to give me a quick kiss on my cheek.

“Thanks for helping me out.”

They waved goodbye and walked away.

3.

“So, what were you two thinking, sneaking away like that?!” Anne asked while taking Emel’s hand in hers and walking towards me.

“Nothing, we just wanted to have a shower first but then this lady and her child needed some help,” I said.

“Sure! That explains your hard-on when I came into the dressing room. I guess you discovered a secret fetish?”

Anne smiled while taking my hand. Her hand felt young, soft and tender and I looked at her with a pleased expression.

“Ha, no. Not really, getting women pregnant might be my fetish but never mind. Shall we go in and have this shower now?” I replied.

“Ok, let’s get our stuff,” Emel answered.

We walked into the building then to the dressing room. Once inside, I wanted to walk into the shower space but Emel stopped me.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To have a shower,” I answered.

“Not in here, silly,” Emel laughed.

They laughed loud because the look on my face betrayed my naivety at that moment.

“Never mind,” Anne said. “Let’s go, there’s another place on the site where we can shower more privately. Only private might not be the right description.”

We all grabbed our stuff, like towels etc. Emel took her whole bag with her. We walked outside into the warm air, the sun almost at its highest. We passed the place where the boats were and went on to a more remote part of the camp.

We walked through a smaller passageway along the lakeside and passed a round sign that read ‘eighteen plus’ with a broad, green ribbon around it. Underneath it was an equal sign with four feet on it, with the middle two pointing downwards, the outer two pointing upwards. It was a friendly way of telling people that one could encounter public acts of intimacy anywhere past the sign, as Emel explained it to me.

“I thought we were going to have a shower?” I asked them, playing dumb.

“That’s what we wanted you to think,” Emel replied laughing.

“There’s a small sanitaire cabin at the end of this space.”

We walked past a field that was semi-circular. At the edge, there were different kinds of tents, small cabins and a few campers. In the middle, was a big fireplace and on the straight edge was a long wooden jetty with some stairs and some places with sand where you could get into the water. From there, one couldn’t see the other places or the island on the pond and, with the thick shrubbery around it, it was a very private area.

We saw Norbert sitting in front of his cabin and he waved at us to go over. We walked up to him and, by the time we arrived, his wife had appeared from inside of the cabin. She was almost the opposite of how we had come to know her through her daughter’s, Nathalie, description.

Nathalie’s mother was blonde, with half-long hair in a classical style and a well-built body. She would undoubtedly look like a business woman when clothed in the proper attire. Standing naked, in front of us, she showed her real self with her two pierced nipples, a long tattoo from her right thigh, up her side to underneath her arm.

Another, smaller, tattoo was on the left side above her completely bald pussy, which had a small silver ring pierced just above her clit. Two other things about her that were impressive were her two very friendly eyes and a face that seemed to laugh all of the time. We greeted her, heartily, and I asked where Nathalie was.

“She’s still sleeping. After she returned last night, she had a long talk and some good sex, I guess. He went away earlier this morning. We’ll see,” she answered as she ruffled her hand through Norbert’s hair.

“So, was she happy about yesterday and how all of our plans eventually worked out?” Anne asked her.

“I don’t know, neither she nor Norbert would say. That was the agreement, wasn’t it? Don’t ask, don’t tell, as they say. So, I didn’t ask. But maybe I missed some good sex myself!” she joked, laughing out loud.

Norbert pulled her towards him on his chair and sat her on his lap.

“I plead guilty! And I’m willing to make it up to you any time!” he laughed out loud as well.

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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.

Note to the Reader: This is Ch. 02 of my series called ‘My Women’. Please read Ch. 01 first. The story here continues where it left off at the end of Ch. 01.

Also, I intend to tell this story in a slow burn. If you are looking for instant gratification, please be aware that you may not find it here. But I promise you, if you are prepared to stick with the series, I’ll make it worth your while. Happy reading!

*****

Dark cloudy sky became a permanent fixture as rain lashed Pune mercilessly all through July. The earth was wet with puddles of muddy water. I felt like the weather reflected my muddled state of mind. I was playing all these different roles, two of which were at odds with each other. On one hand, Swetha’s face had the glow of pregnancy reminding me of the not too distant future where I would be holding our child in my arms. On the other there was this undeniable mutual attraction between me and my sister-in-law, Navya. While the former role made me feel wiser and more grounded, the later made me feel young and enthusiastic. These two roles could not be allowed to inhabit me at the same time. I had to keep these two worlds that I was living in from overlapping and messing everything up. The care required was stressful at times.

Thankfully, my third role as the dutiful son-in-law offered a brief respite in the form of a trip to Calicut. Uncle had found tenants for my mother-in-law’s house. Mom had to be there to sign the Rent Agreement. Swetha had some pending work at her bank and couldn’t accompany us. Mom decided that Navya would stay at Pune and keep my pregnant wife company. So it was settled that me and mom would leave for Calicut on Friday night and come back on Monday morning. Navya had sulked at not being allowed to come along but Mom had put her foot down. Navya had looked at me with puppy eyes, expecting me to overturn mom’s decision… but I turned up my hands in helplessness as mom’s tone had conveyed the decision to be final. I breathed a sigh of relief at the prospect of getting two days away from Swetha and Navya, my two conflicting worlds.

On Thursday, the day before the journey, I felt an urge to smoke a cigarette after dinner. I didn’t smoke often, but the weather was so nice. The just-about-to-rain vibe was too tempting to pass up. I smuggled out my stash and the lighter from its secret hiding place, and slipped out of the apartment. I took the elevator to the top floor and then climbed the stairs to the terrace. I went to the far corner.

I placed the cig between my lips and lit it. I took a puff and felt the smoke fill up my lungs. The heat inside my lungs and the cool wind caressing my face was a combination that the instagram kids would term ‘Mood!’. I took one more puff, feeling exhilarated as my head relaxed. A sudden movement nearby caused me to flinch and hide the cig behind my back.

“I thought I saw a lighter in your hand when you sneaked out.” Navya said as she closed the distance between me and the terrace door. I smiled sheepishly.

“It’s okay… I won’t snitch.” She said. She leaned back on the parapet beside me. I revealed the cig and placed it back on my lips. I took a couple of puffs as she stared at me.

“Want a puff?” I asked.

“I’ve always wanted to try… never got the chance.” She said grinning.

“Come here.” I said. I glanced around to ensure we were alone as Navya moved closer on my right side. Once she was close enough that our arms touched, I took the cig between the index and middle fingers of my left hand and brought it towards her lips.

“Take a small puff.” I said. She leaned her head forward and took the cig between her lips. Her lips touched the inside of my fingers. I kept my fingers in place as she inhaled a small puff. In a second, she started coughing. I put my right hand on her back and patted as she coughed. In that instant, she turned towards me and buried her face on my right shoulder as she continued coughing. I patted and rubbed her back lightly till she caught her breath.

Once she could breathe normally she turned her face away from me but remained close to me. I left my hand on her back. We remained like that for a few moments. Then I slid my hand down and across her back until it was at her hips. I rested my hand there, holding Navya by her hips. My palm gently caressed her there. Neither of us spoke for a while. I smoked my cig while holding her. I broke the silence once I was done with the cigarette.

“A friend of mine, a girl from college is at Kuala Lumpur on a trip,” I began, “she texted me that many international clothing brands were there at the malls.” Navya was listening but didn’t respond. I continued trying to bait her.

“When I heard it I thought… I know someone who likes branded clothes!” She couldn’t help but smile at that, but still she kept quiet.

“I could tell my friend to buy some stuff… so if that person who likes brands wants something, she should tell me.” I teased, fatih escort speaking about her in the third person. She laughed and her face brightened. She then went on and on about the different brands that she liked. I stopped her after a while and told her to whatsapp me pictures of the exact brand and clothes she wanted.

“But of course, this has to be our secret… I’m only doing this because you’re my favourite girl.” She blushed hearing my words.

“What about Swetha?” she asked teasingly.

“Well, she’s my wife,” I said, “but my favourite girl… that’s you!” I pressed my palm gently on her hips as I said the last part. She blushed again.

“There is one other thing,” I added, “there is one item that I personally picked for my favourite girl… it’s from a brand called Victoria’s secret.” I stopped to gauge her reaction on hearing the name of the lingerie brand. On her face I saw a curious mix of want, excitement and shyness. My cock stirred in my pants seeing her expression.

“But there’s an issue… I don’t know her size.” I added the clincher. Then I waited… it took a minute for her want and excitement to veto her shyness.

“34B.” she made her interest known in one word.

“Alright.” I said, thinking the matter settled. I lifted my hand off Navya thinking it was time to go back to our apartment.

“Wait,” she said. I stopped and looked at her.

“Well… 36B might be better,” she spoke, “My 34B bra’s have been feeling really tight lately.”

“Okay,” I said amused at her words, “are you sure?”

“Yes.” She confirmed.

“Have you been eating a lot lately?” I teased her. She slapped my hands bashfully.

“Let’s go back.” She said and stood upright.

“Well… there’s the tiny matter of what I am going to get in return for buying you these clothes?” My words stopped her. She looked at me keenly, as if trying to read my mind.

“What do you expect in return?” she turned the question back to me. I was prepared for this.

“Well…” I said and trailed off… but I turned my face to the side, offering my right cheek. She shied away a step as she realized that I meant a kiss on my cheek.

“Nuh uh mister.” She said and walked towards the terrace door.

“Poor me!” I exclaimed and followed her. We got inside the elevator at the top floor. Navya stood behind me. I pushed the button for 6th floor and the elevator started moving down. Just as the elevator door was about to open at our floor, she moved closer… leaned up standing on her toes and kissed me on my right cheek. I froze in surprise. The elevator doors opened and she ran out giggling.

On Friday evening, me and mom hailed an auto and went to the railway station. Both Swetha and Navya walked us to the gate of our apartment building. As the auto pulled away, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw both of them waving ‘bye’. A few seconds later Swetha dropped her hands and walked into the building, but Navya kept waving till we were out of sight… as if she knew I’d be looking. I started missing Navya as soon as she vanished from the rear view mirror.

The train journey was pleasant and we reached home in the morning. Both me and mom had slept well. Uncle and his wife reached soon. They brought breakfast too. We ate together as uncle caught up with mom. She was his only sister and they were close. I chatted a little with aunt in between morsels of delicious poori and aaloo baaji. I heard mom complain to uncle about back pain. Uncle suggested an ayurvedic oil. He said it had done wonders for his own back pain a few years ago. Uncle and aunt left soon saying he’ll come back in the afternoon with the prospective tenant. I decided to rest for a while.

Mom woke me up at noon to have lunch. She had managed to whip up a meal with some vegetables and other supplies uncle had brought in the morning. After lunch mom went to lie down for a bit.

I was in the middle of watching a movie on my phone when uncle came along with the tenant. I woke mom up and we sat on the sofa discussing the terms of the tenancy agreement. We explained politely that we expected the house and the premise to be maintained clean. The tenant agreed. The rent agreement was signed over a cup of tea. A few minutes later, Uncle and the tenant stood up to leave. I walked them out to the main road where uncle had parked his car on the side. Just when I was about to turn back uncle rolled down the car window.

“I almost forgot… Nitin, give this to Uma… it’s an ayurvedic oil for her back pain,” he said handing me a bottle filled with dark liquid.

“It needs to be massaged on to the back an hour or more before bath, preferably twice a day… you make sure she doesn’t forget to pack this when you two return to Pune.” I nodded.

I handed it to mom and relayed the instructions. I then resumed the movie I was watching. It was late evening when the movie ended. Afterwards, I called Swetha and talked for a while. Mom had told me how important it was fındıkzade escort to keep pregnant women happy and make them feel loved. Ever since I knew she was pregnant I had given her no reason to feel sad or angry. I hung up the phone twenty minutes later. I noticed that there were some notifications on whatsapp. I opened it and found a message by Navya at the top. I opened it too see just one word.

“Liar!”

I was confused. There was no reason for her to call me a liar. I saw that she was online. I texted her to see what she meant.

Nitin: Why would you call me a liar?

Navya: Coz you called ME your FAVOURITE GIRL… yet almost 24 hours since you left, no messages… no calls… but you found time to call Swetha!

Nitin: Haha… are you missing me?

Navya: NO!

Nitin: Aww! Sweetie… I miss you too… a lot… infact, I started missing you the moment I couldn’t see you anymore on the rear-view mirror of that auto… and what is this silly comparison with Swetha? Mom asked me to call her… said it’s important to make pregnant women feel loved… trust me! I meant it when I said you are my FAVOURITE GIRL!

Navya: But then why didn’t you even text me?

Nitin: I honestly didn’t get time sweetie… I was tired from the journey… so I slept off in the morning… Uncle and the new tenant had come in the afternoon… they left only a short while ago. I would’ve texted you if I had gotten some time alone… believe me.

It was fun seeing Navya’s possessive side. It was cute. I was careful in replying, using some white lies to allay her jealousy. However, this cute little tantrum made the difference between the sisters stark. I never had to deal with any tantrum when it came to Swetha… she was content with what she had. While that is a good thing, it gets boring sometimes. Compared to that Navya craved attention, demanded gifts and was bold. She had broken the monotony in my life.

Navya: Okay… but you have to make it up to me when you’re back.

Nitin: Deal. Your wish is my command my lady!

Navya: Haha! Don’t act cute mister.

Nitin: Haha… I don’t have to act… I AM! By the way, what are you upto?

Navya: Nothing much. Just browsing some dresses… for our secret purchase with your friend in Malaysia. I’ll show you when you are back.

Nitin: Okay… but I get to choose which one we finalize.

Navya: Okay. What kind of dresses do you like?

Nitin: Obvious answer… sexy ones! But remember, whatever we buy you won’t be able to wear it in front of Mom or Swetha.

Navya: But then, when will I get to wear them?

Nitin: When we hangout… by ourselves.

Navya: And when will that be?

Nitin: Soon. I’ll find a way.

Navya: You better! Coz I really miss you.

Nitin: Me too sweetie. I wish I was there with you.

Navya: I don’t like this ‘Sweetie’… sounds like something a dad would call his daughter.

Nitin: Haha! What would you like to be called then?

Navya: I don’t know… something a little more special.

Nitin: ‘Sweetie’ wasn’t my first choice you know. I had something special in my heart… but then I felt shy.

Navya: Why? What was it?

It was true… I had something special in my heart. I had actually felt like calling her ‘baby’. As cheesy as it sounds, there was a reason behind it. I never had a girlfriend… neither in school nor in college. Even after I got a job, I never had the courage to ask a girl out. That’s when I agreed to an arranged marriage. I had missed out on the girlfriend experience and all the associated cheesiness. Even though I called Swetha ‘baby’, she was not really into such cheesy names. With Swetha, it was just something we called each other during sex. It was not organic. With Navya, it was different. Our bond had grown through phases similar to that of newly dating couple. We had talked… I was there for her during a difficult time… she had grown to trust me… I had taken her shopping… we had started flirting… we had started missing each other when apart. I decided to tell her what I wanted to call her.

Nitin: I wanted to call you ‘Baby’.

She didn’t reply for a while. I started panicking. Did I go too far… Has she gotten cold feet. Doubts started creeping into my mind. I texted again.

Nitin: Did I say something wrong?

Navya: No… I love it.

Nitin: God! I was scared you didn’t like it. My heart was pounding.

Navya: My heart was pounding coz I loved it a lot… and I wanted to ask you something… I wanted to ask if you’d let me call you the same… God I feel so nervous typing this…

Nitin: God Yes! Yes baby… I’d love it if you called me the same.

Navya: Come back soon baby… I miss you too much.

Nitin: Me too baby… I can’t wait to drive you to college on Monday… just the two of us in the car… I want to hear you sing.

Navya: It’s so unfair that we don’t get too many opportunities when it’s just the halkalı escort two of us. I don’t like having to pretend being just your ‘sister-in-law’ in front of Mom and Swetha.

Nitin: I know… but we have to take this bitter pill… we have to keep our special bond between us. No one can know. No one would understand.

Navya: I want to see you… can we video call?

I really wanted to see her too, but Mom was in the kitchen. It was risky.

Nitin: I wish we could… but mom is near… maybe later in the night.

Navya: Promise?

Just when I was typing my reply I was distracted by a noise from the kitchen.

“Aah!” I heard Mom cry out in pain. I quickly texted Navya that I’d call her after mom went to bed and rushed to the kitchen. I found mom bent at her waist, holding her hip by her left hand and supporting herself on the kitchen counter. She was in pain. I went to her side and held her by her shoulders.

“Are you alright?” I asked concerned.

“I had bent to take a pan from the bottom cabinet… and now my back is paining.” I supported her as I led her into her bedroom. I made her lie down on the bed.

“Shall I take you to a doctor?” I asked as I pulled a chair and sat by the bed.

“No… just hand me that bottle of oil from the shelf, I’ll apply some on my back and rest.” She said. I searched on the shelf and found the bottle uncle had handed me in the afternoon. I gave it to her. She took it from me and tried to sit up. She winced with pain as she failed.

“Don’t move mom… lie still,” I said as she tried to sit up again, “I’ll do it.”

Gently I helped her roll over onto her front. Mom was wearing a grey Churidar. I picked the hem of the top and pushed it up exposing her back. I stopped just short of her bra.

“Where is it paining now?” I asked as I opened the lid of the bottle and poured a few drops of oil on to my right hand.

“My lower back.” She said. She had worn the churidar pant quite high. I pushed it down a little to get more access to her lower back. I then placed my right hand down on her lower back and rubbed, smearing it evenly over the exposed skin. I brought my left hand in and started massaging mom’s back gently.

“Just tell me if you want me to go lower or higher.” I said and continued massaging her. I took care not to put too much pressure and cause her pain. She lay on the bed quiet. A few minutes later I picked up the bottle again. A few drops trickled down my hand on to her churidar top as I tried to take some oil.

“Oops!” I said, too late to do anything. The oil drops had spread on her top and stained it.

“Sorry Mom, some oil got on your top… it has stained.” I apologized.

“Its fine.” She said. I proceeded with the massage.

“I have never heard you complain about back pain in the past… when did this start mom?” I asked as I rubbed her back.

“Quite recently,” she answered, “I guess its coz I have been sitting in the apartment with no exercise… earlier dad and I used to go for morning walks… We were also doing some yoga… Now I’m just sitting there… alone.”

As she spoke I realized that mom had still not completely let go of her grief over dad’s passing. I felt bad at how lonely she must have felt… with me and the sisters leaving at morning and coming back only in the evening. She didn’t have any friends too in the building since she didn’t speak Marathi. Swetha’s pregnancy was the only silver lining in her life right now. She had lost the strongest emotional connection in her life a couple of months ago and nothing had filled that void. I felt guilty for neglecting her.

“I’m sorry mom… I didn’t realize…” I said trailing off, not able to find the right words.

“Don’t be… You already have a lot of responsibilities.” She tried to allay my guilt.

“No mom… Swetha and Navya are not responsibilities… you are not a responsibility… you are family. I’m sorry I didn’t realize how lonely you were… I promise you… I’ll come with you for morning walks,” I said earnestly.

“After the monsoon though… I don’t think I’ll be able to wake up early in this weather.” I joked. She laughed. I had been massaging mom’s back for about fifteen minutes when she told me it was enough. I left her in the bedroom saying I would order some dinner. I rested on the sofa watching some youtube videos.

Our dinner arrived at 8 PM, by which time Mom had taken a bath. She told me some stories about dad while we ate porotta and egg curry. We went for a short walk since the rain had let up a bit. A few neighbours stopped us to say hi. Mom conversed with them, asking after their spouses and children. We were back home by 9 PM. Soon mom closed the doors and turned in for the night.

I was tired too… but I had an appointment to keep. I went to my bedroom on the first floor and closed the door. I then fished out my earphones from my back and connected it to my phone.

“Is Swetha asleep?” I texted Navya.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Lock your door.” I texted and waited a few minutes. I felt a flutter in my heart as I pressed the button for video call. She answered soon but the video that came on my screen was of a rotating fan.

“Hello… Navya?” I said.

“Wait.” I heard her say. I heard her shuffling about nearby. I waited.

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This is not a work of fiction, although before it happened I thought my fantasies for my Mother-in-Law would forever remain within that realm.

My name is Luke and I am 40 years old. I have been married to Patricia for 15 years, and I love her dearly to this day, she is 36 years old. Her Mother, Cathy (Catherine), is 23 years older than me and as hot as any 20/25-year-old one could stumble upon anywhere. She takes very good care of herself, she is about 5’6″ with nice curly red hair, weighs about 110 pounds, has a firm ass and a beautiful chest, the most gorgeous green eyes, and a face that could grace any fashion magazine’s cover.

I have secretly desired Catherine, and lusted for her, from the very first moment I met her 17 years ago; when she was 46, I 23 and Patricia 19. Never have I let on to anyone about my desire and lust for Cathy… It was my secret, and mine alone, and I intended to keep it as such. She was just a part of my healthy sexual fantasy-life, one of its many characters who had a role in my sexual musings. Maybe she had a bigger role than most of the others… actually, she did have a bigger role than any of the others, she was the star of my fantasies, but I often had problems admitting it to myself Was this out of shame or guilt? Or was it that I was afraid of falling in love with her? To this day, I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Whenever we visited Cathy, I would inevitably end up in one of her bathrooms jerking off to thoughts of her; sensuous, erotic and passionate thoughts of her and me making love wildly.

On occasion, I would be fortunate enough to stumble upon one of her sets of sexy, frilly underwear… recently worn by her, by my Mother-in-Law. This would drive me wild with lust, passion and hunger for her like nothing else could… like nobody else could. Her sweet aroma was intoxicating, and her dried-up juices sexy and arousing. I would taste the crotch, flicking my tongue all allong its length. I would suck on it then chew it slowly, taking in all the sexy tastes and erotic smells her sweet pussy had deposited on the fabric… for me, was what I thought to myself always.

I would finish my panty-sessions with the soiled crotch of Cathy’s panties wrapped around my stiff manhood, thinking of her, only of her, and what it would be like to have her. However, I would never shoot my load into them for fear of leaving evidence which could have life-damaging consequences… but I always waited until the very last moment, and the crotch was, by then, semi-soaked with my pre-cum. This little habit is what finally led Cathy to catch me “en flagrant délit” when I got too brave, or stupid with lust, during one of my visits.

It was a sunny and beautiful Saturday morning, in early June, two years ago where it all started. That morning Patricia and I got up early, had breakfast, and a long and hot sex session… all before ten o’clock, as was often the case for us. That day, Patricia (Patty) was heading out to a cottage with some of her (girl) friends for the long weekend. As for myself, I had nothing plans per se, but the all changed around ten thirty when the phone rang.

“Oh! Hi Mom!… yeah, I’m heading out to the country with the girls and, …, well you know we have those girly weekends every other… OK Thanks! You take care too! Yeah he’s here, just hold on a sec…”

Patty hands me the phone and whispers: “Looks like you’ll be fixing my mom’s plumbing this weekend…”.

I was none too happy, but family duty was calling.

“Hello Ms. Mitchell, how are you this morning?”

“Fine, just fine Luke… please tell me you’re not busy today, because I need your help”.

“Help with what Ms. M? What is it I could help you with? You know you’re my favourite Mother-in-Law…”

“Very funny Luke! I have a serious plumbing problem in the main bathroom. The faucets need to be replaced, and … you know this stuff, right?”

“Sure do!”

“Come over for noon, I’ll fix you lunch and then we, uh… you could get to work. How’s that sound?”

“Well I’m hungry as an ogre, and once I’m fed I’m sure I’ll have the energy to rescue your bathroom…”

We both chuckled, and then hung up. I got dressed, kissed Patty, and then headed to Cathy’s.

After lunch and a trip to the harware store I got to work. Cathy would come and go, sporadically checking up on my progress. After a while she stopped coming in for her progress reports, as she was watching a movie on the tube. çatalca escort Then I got stupid real quick! The moment I had entered the bathroom I had spotted a pair of her worn undies by the dryer, and I was getting an urge to play… play hard with myself and those panties.

Without shutting the door I got up to the dryer and lifted the lacy underwear. I gazed at it and wondered if this was a bit much given the circumstances. Well, lust took over and I started sniffing and smelling Cathy’s hot undies, licking and sucking, chewing and biting the soiled material… my usual routine. And, I lost track of time. I then heard some noise and… Holy fuck! I was caught big-time!

“What the hell are you doing Luke? What kind of goddamn pervert are you anyway? When Patty finds out it’s the end of the road for you two! You are sick! You’ve got a filthy mind… smelling your wife’s mother’s underwear… you gotta have a loose screw, … not very normal!”

“But… I… I’m just… well, Ms Mitch… Mitchell… so sorry…, I couldn’t help…, I…, well… I think I… I…, I think I should leave!”

“No way! You’re not getting away with this so easily Luke!”

“But!, I…”

“Shut up!”

“What? What… what… what? Do you want me to… to finish up… the… the plumbing?”

“No! I want you to show me what kind of creep married my daughter! I want you to tell me in detail what you were doing with my dirty panties! What were your intentions if I hadn’t walked in…”

“But Ms. Mitchell… I can’t… I… I mean, I’m very sorry… but I can’t… you’re right! I’m a pervert… I think I should… I know I should… go! Please don’t tell Patty… please, please, please!”

“Show me now! Immediately! Tell me! I want to know what to tell Patty! Go on, speak now!”

I calmed down a notch and took a deep breath. This shit was registering as pretty damn weird with me, but I was in no position to argue… so I…

“Tell me Luke!”

“OK! I… I… I was, well I saw… I mean I needed… I saw your panties over there, and I found them sexy… and I wanted to find… to know what… well! You know! What they… they felt… how they felt… wanted to know if they were… your… yours Ms. Mitchell”

“Get a grip and speak more slowly. You wanted to know if they were mine so you smelled them? Come on Luke, tell it like it is… the truth!”

“Well I wanted… to, wanted to know how your privates, uh… uh, smelled Ms. Mitchell”

“Now that’s better! Go on, in detail…”

“Well when I saw them I got aroused by thinking, by seeing, that they are so sexy and… and thinking that you had, you know? You had worn them, and I wanted to know how… what you smelled like down… down there. I got carried… carried away because, because I really… lik… I really… well that’s when you walked in”

“Carried away by what? By my aroma? You got turned on by your Mother-in-Law’s pungent genital odours? Is that it? I want to know Luke, I want to know what you were thinking, doing, feeling… all of it”

“Well I got carried away by… by the smell, and the look of… of your… of the marks left by, by your… your vagina. And I really liked it, them, well the smell and the look, and I… I couldn’t stop thinking about… about how, what, how you had soil… you had soiled them and I got very aroused. And I thought of what it would… how it would… would be to, to, to… well, to have… to make… love with… with you” I was now in deeper doo-doo than I had ever been in my life. My wife’s mom was questioning my actions, and I was so embarassed, beyond anything I had ever experienced. Thoughts raced through my mind about how I could survive my Patty’s anger and deception.

“Luke! Don’t stop now, tell it to me like it is… I want and need to know everything thing, every little detail. Tell me how is it that I turn you on, what it is that you thought about when you smelled me… my pussy marks, its dried-up juices, tell me Luke…”

“Well I wanted to… I thought about, about making love with you Ms. Mitchell. And I got really turned on… I’m sorry, Iknow it’s not right… I know that…” I couldn’t believe this, she started laughing out loud, mocking me, and…

“Nuff said Luke! I know where this is going, and I can tell you that although I am very disappointed in you, I am very lightly flattered about the fact that I have such an effect on you. It’s so esenyurt escort funny that you think I’m sexy… you do, right Luke? because I think you are a… I think of you as a very satisfied man. And now, I find out that I can make my satisfied Son-in-Law hot… turned on, lustful… Now you are going to apologize to me. Afterwards, you are going to do me… that’s right Luke! You are going to give it to your wife’s mother… just like you were thinking. That’s your punishment… to do your Mother-in-Law. That’s want you want, and it’s what I want, need, because I actually am pleased of all this, and I won’t tell…”

“You mean you won’t tell Patty? You won’t tell…”

“No way Luke! I’ve been jesting you, I have wanted to have you for a long, long time… and now, here, the time has come… I want to feel you inside me Luke, I…”

“Are you serious Ms. M? You are not teasing me, or trying to get me in more troub…”

“No Luke! I know that you’ve been doing this for a long while… thinking about me and wanking with my soiled undies. I actually set this as a trap, I left them there to see if you would be bold enough to…”

With that I crawled over to her and looked straight at her crotch. I smelled it through her pants as slowly got on my feet. I brushed her breasts, her globes of wonderment, along the way… stopping to nibble on them. Then I started kissing her neck and… and everything broke loose. We started kissing deeply and passionately, tongues swirling, with biting and sucking. She grabbed my crotch, I was so damn hard… harder than I could ever remember being. We pawed and kissed and moaned, clothes dropping to the floor… cries filling the room, grunts echoing everywhere. This was it! My fantasy coming true! Me and my Mother-in-Law… sexy, hot Cathy, me and her having sex… doing the nasty.

“Luke…” she panted. “Luke, do me good and hard… now! I want you to myself, not shared between me and my daughter, but just for me… fuck me Luke! Fuck your dirty Mother-in-Law… do all the nasty things you want, I’m yours baby!”

“Cathy… Oops! Ms. Mitchell, I want to taste you all over, everywhere, every single square inch of your hot body… I want to taste your cum, I want to suck your toes, your ears, your marvelous tits, and tongue your navel, your mouth, your sweet pussy, your…”

“You want my ass hey baby? You want to taste my 61-year-old butt, don’t you? Do it… Do it Luke, taste it now!”

I got her to lean on the dryer with her butt right in front of my face. I slowly spread her cheeks and found the most beautiful puckered pink rosebud ever. Without missing a beat I started kissing her hot sphincter, then I sucked on it, and then I rimmed it good before kissing some more. Then, I got my tongue nice and hard, and I started plunging it deep inside her anal cavity… tongue-fucking my wife’s mother’s asshole, deep. It tasted so good, I thought I was in heaven. I kept at it for a good 20 minutes while she…

“That’s right Luke… Eat my tush, my dirt-box… tongue it good and deep, love it all you can baby… Oh my! It feels so good… so good, your hot tongue up my ass… don’t stop. You like it so much, I know. I know you like it more than Patty’s, she told me you rarely did that to her… I’m hotter, hey baby?”

“Oh God yes Cathy! I love sticking my tongue in there… more than anything I do with Patty… Now I want to eat your pussy… your old Mother-in-Law pussy. I want you to come in my mouth, to flood me with your juices… I want…”

She took my hand and kissed me hard, tasting her pungent anal tartness, and took me to her bed.

“Now eat my cunt until I cum for you my dear Son-in-Law… eat my pussy ’til I gush hot creamm everywhere”. I happily obliged, this was beyond my wildest fantasies about her. She was nasty and loved to talk dirty. She was a sex-crazed senior with energy to spare. I just sucked on her engorged clit while she squealed, I sucked on her lips, kissed them, and then stuck my tongue all the way up her hot twat, never letting go. She started bucking against my face, holding it hard against her crotch. And then, the floodgates tore open…

“Oh baby! My Goooood! I’m cummmmmming for you Luke! Yeah! Taste it, taste me, ooooooooh! Don’t stop making me cum…. Yes, you love my taste hey hun? You like tasting your wife’s mummy? Taste her cum… Ooooooh yeah! God thiiiiis feeeels so fucking… gooooood, great, Ah! Oh! etiler escort Oh!, Yeah! Taste me, drink me….”

She absolutely flooded my face, mouth, tongue and chin… and I was in heaven. It was, and is, the greatest tasting cunt cream I’ve ever had, ever! I wanted to pound her so fucking hard, to give it to her until she couldn’t breathe or walk, until it hurt her so deep and good… ’til she begged me to stop.

I pulled up, kneeled in front of her pussy, spread her legs wide, and rested her knees up beside her shoulders. I looked at her, my being raging with lust and desire. She darted her sensuous green eyes into mine, a look of longing and anticipation, licking her sexy mouth and moaning in delight. I couldn’t wait anymore, I wouldn’t, I was not to be denied my prize… my filthy hot Mother-in-Law. I just took a deep breath and lunged forward… penetrating her to the hilt on the first thrust. She screamed and wailed all manners of obsceneties as I pounded deep, hard and furiously fast into her wetness… her stunningly hot, wet, and tight pussy.

We were at fever-pitch from the get-go. She shook her head wildly, breathing in small staccato bursts, squealing like she was pleading for her life… holding on. Telling me the nastiest things I ever heard, I knew it wouldn’t be long… for either of us.

“That’s right my Son-in-Law… fuck me hard, deep… fuck me better than you fuck my daughter, your wife! Give it to Patty’s mom… don’t stop giving it to me! I know you happier fucking me than my Patty, right Luke? Tell me! Tell me how hot I fucking make you, how much more you like fucking me than my girl…”

“Oh fuck Cathy! Fucki… fucking you is the best… the best goddamn sex I have ever had! I want to fuck you more than I want to fuck Patty… your daughter. I want to give you more than I give her… I love your pussy, it’s so hot, it’s… You’re gonna make me cum Cathy! My Mother-in-Law is going to make me balst a load for her…”

“That’s my babycakes… gimme your hot spunk! Flood me, I want it inside my hole… up to my womb! You’re gonna cum more for me than you do for Patty? Alot more? Yeah! I know! You want to give the biggest wad you’ve ever shot… give it to me Luke… I want you to cum more for me than you ever did for my daughter, more tahn for any other woman! Fill me with that white, hot, sticky cum that you usually give to my Patty… don’t keep any for her, I want it all…”

With that said there was no way I could hold back… I was just about to burst, at any moment…

“Tell me Luke, say it!”

“Oh my fucking God! Mother-in-Law, I’m going to cum so much and so hard for you… I going to fill you with more jizz than I ever have Patty’s pussy with! I want you to have it all… I want you to swim in it, in my cum, the cum I’ll shoot just for you Cathy… Ohhhh! Yes! Yeah… here it… Aaaaaaaaah! Grrrrrrrrr! Take this you filthy slut… Take what was once your daughter’s…. I’m cuummmmmmmmming so hard, so fucking deep, so muuuuuuch! Just for you Cathy! Just for you… not for my wife, but for her hot fuckable mommy!”

Jet after jet after piping hot jet erupted out of me… out of my raging hard-on. It just spewed inside Cathy’s pussy… plastering her pussy walls, going deep inside her cunt hole, all the way up to her tummy. Blast after blast… more cum than I have ever shot in a whole day with this one orgasm. I was gripping her so tight, I wanted this to last forever. I just kept on cumming, inundating her cunt with my spunk… all the way inside my wife’s mother. I nearly fainted when I finally stopped jizzing, I was panting, my heart was pounding, and I was returning from the very hottest fuck of my 40 years.

“Oh my, Luke! That’s the be3st ever… I’m overflowing with your cum… you really like giving it to me rather than to my daughter… I know it baby! I think this just the beginning, you’re spending the weekend with me…”

I couldn’t believe it, me and Cathy as fuck bunnies… at last. She then added:

“I want you to fuck me and fill me at least 3 times a week from now on honey! I want to leave as little jizz, in those nuts, as possible for my Patty. I want it, and I will have it, not her but her mom is going to have her hubby’s jizz inside of her. Everytime I go to your palce Luke, I want you to have previously filled me so I can walk around my daughter knowing that I have her lover’s cum in me… and she has the leftovers! Will you do that for me?”

“Yes Cathy! Yes It’s my greatest wish… my life’s mission… to cum more for you than for my wife, than for your daughter Patty”

“Good boy… what a good Son-in-Law! Your cum is mine”

We rested a few minutes, and then started where we had left off… I’m the luckiest bastard on earth!

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