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Disclaimer: This story is fictional. That is all.

Part 2

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She left me,
Dumped me,
Broke me,
Fucked me emotionally,
Fucked me mentally,
I want to die.
I know that’s fucked up to think but isn’t that how a heartbreak feels?
Wanting to leave this world.
She was wearing a mask this whole time.
Using me, she was the puppet master.
She is the worst of people.
Now she’s manipulating some other guy.
Those type of people, those who manipulate others to get what they want are the worst people in the world.
But the People who look out for another,
Those who really care about that person,
Those who protect the other’s heart,
Are the best of people.

* A journal entry read by Zachary

~~~

I woke with my sister’s arm across my chest, her black semi curled hair was covering her face that’s buried in my shoulder.

She was exhausted from the fucking last night which went longer than we thought. It was the best sex I’ve had so far. But waking up the third straight day in my younger sister’s bed made me question the act.

I carefully moved her head off of me and onto a pillow then I got up. After putting on my clothes, I went downstairs to make some tea. As the water heated up, my thoughts flowed through my mind too vividly.

-One time is just a thing, twice is for fun, but three nights now with my sister? All I was going to do was get a handjob and save the story of having my sister jerk me off. But now I’m fucking her, and I like it? Is this going too far? Why keep fucking my nice sister? What the hell is driving me?-

I didn’t have the answers to the many questions brewing in my head. The microwave beeping with my hot water heated got me back to being present. I added the tea and drank it when ready.

A little later Aleahah came down the stairs only in her panties and bra, her boobs bouncing as she walked to me.

“I’m so sore from last night’s sex.” She hugged me. “I enjoyed it though, every minute.” I hugged her back.

“Maybe we ought to take a break tonight.” I said and there was a silence between us.

“Why? I’ll be fine for tonight. You don’t have to worry about me.” She looked up to me, her eyes twinkling.

“I mean we take a break from the sex because we shouldn’t– we shouldn’t make this a norm. I enjoyed the last 3 nights, but maybe we should stop here.” I kept eye contact with her which felt very difficult.

“The act is fine. I’m on the pill, we’re having fun.” She said.

“I know”

“We won’t be able to get a chance like this again. So we should keep fucking.” She slid her hand down to her panties and rubbed her pussy slowly. “I really like it.”

“I do too but I think we ought to stop before something worse happens.” şişhane escort I said to her and looked away, she stepped closer to me.

“I hear you, there could be consequences. But for the week it’s only us.” She gently put a hand on my shoulder.

“But what if we… catch feelings or some shit? The fuck happens then?”

She shrugged and put her other hand around my neck, and pulled me in closer. “I don’t know we would have to see.” She moved closer and her boobs pressed against me. “So will you be in my bed again tonight?”

“Maybe” I placed my hands around her shoulders. “Let me think about it.”

“Come onnn. You had four days to think about it. If you haven’t stopped before why now?”

“I don’t know”

“We were supposed to do this all week.” She rubbed on me more.

“I know”

“Then why stop?”

I looked at her puzzled. “I don’t know. I’m just confused.” She frowned and looked away. Seeing her sad because of my lack of confidence made me reconsider right there. Alright I’ll keep going. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. “If you want a dicking that bad then I will give it to you.” She giggled and moved her head up to mind and kissed me.

“I’ll be riding your dick later tonight.” She said excitedly.

“You’ll be water sliding with how wet you’ve been these past nights.” I said and her cheeks went red.

“I know, I feel embarrassed with how much drips out.” I brought her in closer.

“I like it, and I like every part of you Aleahah. This I do know.” I kissed her again.

I broke apart from her as it was time for her to get ready for school. She’ll probably sleep in her first 3 classes to catch up on her lack of sleep time. I went to the bathroom as tea runs through me quickly.

“Zachary” she said, I turned around.

“Hm?”

“Thanks” She said in a happier tone.

~~~~~~

Later that night came as we were both on Aleahah’s bed ready to start fucking again. I felt better about doing it again with her, but I still had that small voice of doubt saying to stop this.

“May I get my dicking now?” She asked while rolling her hips side to side as only her panties was protecting her pussy.

She looked at me, waiting more eagerly than patient.

“I thought about it. Yes I’m down to go again tonight.” I said, she became excited and finished her food quickly.

“Well yeah, that’s what I said earlier.” I grabbed her pink panties and pulled them off, enjoying the sight of her pussy. It my cock very hard and excited. I grabbed my cock and placed it near her opening and around her folds, teasing her until.

“Stick it in already!” She said and was looking to me lustfully.

I dug my cock into her wet opening. I went slowly into her inch şişli anal yapan escort by inch. Fully inside her I started to thrust. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Fucking her was easier than before as she was even wetter than last night.

“Ow!” She yelped and I stopped my thrusting.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She went to massage her cunt then looked to me with a bit of disappointment. “I’m still sore from last night.” I backed out of her pussy, my cock slinging up as it got freed spraying her juices on me and the bed. “I’m sorry”

“For what? You can’t control the time to recover.” If she’s hurt then I’m going to comfort her. I got down on my belly and grabbed both of her thick legs to my face. “There’s other ways to enjoy sex with my sister.”

She smiled and rubbed my head. “You’re too nice.”

I’d respond but I already started eating her pussy. Licking her folds and sucking on them until I sucked away her flavor and dried away her juices. That was impossible though as she kept having more drip out, so I only focused on her entrance, reappearing my tongue movement around her small hole.

“Ooh! Yes I like that Zachary. Please keep doing that baby.” She begged, and I happily agreed. I kept the same pace with tongue giving her entrance my best licking and stabbing. Her moans got louder as minutes went by.

When I felt it was a good point I gave my fingers the duty to make her cum. I placed two of them in her entrance as I moved up to her chest and sucked on her big sagging breasts. “AHHH! YEAH! Make me cum! I’m so close.”

After sucking off her breasts I began to moan too, her body was perfection. She moaned more in response to mine. “Come sis, let it out. I wanna hear you come so bad.” She looked down to me with ecstasy written in her face.

“Yes! Yess! OOOHH!!” I could feel her quiver under me and I was proud to see her orgasm. I finger fucked her as she rode it out and after. her juices were even spraying out from coming.

“Oh my god, that felt amazing. Each time is a good one with you.” She went to bring my head up and kissed me heatedly, it was long and I stayed on her lips until she pulled off.

“Fuck yeah that was great.” She signaled to let her get up so I moved aside. She got to her knees then turned to her side.

“If my pussy can’t take your cock then I should let my asshole have a try.”

“I never done anal.” I said but not confidently.

“What? You’ve done all this great fucking but haven’t entered a girl’s butt?”

“No, is it different?” I asked and she shook her head.

“Not really.”

She climbed atop of me and straddled her ass above my hard cock which was eager to enter my sisters ass for the first time.

“Okay şişli bdsm escort let me control the pace on this.” She said and I nodded to her.

She grabbed my cock and slowly guided it into her asshole then sat down on my cock. Both of us moaned in unison. “Fuck yes.” I let out underneath her neck.

“See? Feels the same right?” She said as she slowly rode me.

“Almost, my cock isn’t being poured with your juices.” I mumbled as her riding got me feeling excited to cum already. She giggled.

“I’m a leaky girl.”

“Now fuck me good sis” I gripped her hips to give her better stability. She didn’t pickup the pace, but she did start to have all of my length go into her.

“Easy, I wanna ride you for a bit.” She continued to rock back and forth on my cock, I grabbed her ass as she rocked. Minutes went by then she switched it up to start bouncing on my cock, making the clapping sound as her ass would hit my waist. To help her I began to move my arms with her ass in my hands and moved with her. My cock was fully in pleasure. More minutes went by as She fucked my cock until my primal instincts took over. Sorry sis but I want to fuck you good.

I moved my hand up and over her shoulder and kept the other around her ass. “I can’t help it, I gotta fuck you so bad.”

“Go ahead” she whispered in a loving tone. I thrusted into now and plunging my cock as deep as I could go into her ass. “Oh my god! Yes! Aleahah!” I pounded her ass more. “Fuck your ass is sooo nice”

“Do you really like it?” She asked.

I looked up to her and into her beautiful dark eyes. “Yes you’re amazing I love fucking you.” I plunged into her ass hard and kept fucking it took me more minutes to feel my orgasm coming. “I’m close, I’m gonna blow a huge amount of cum into you.” I said panting, she was moaning as well and resting her head on my shoulder. I liked it when she put her head on me.

“Cum inside me, I want my ass to be filled.” She said. I smiled and kissed her quickly then felt my cum shoot up to my cock. “Ahhh” I felt my white liquid pour into her ass. I left my hard cock in her until I got all of the cum out of me. She also came and moaned my name many times.

When she finished she sat on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. I squeezed both of her tits, still wanting to feel her smooth olive skin.

“I’m blessed to be with you Aleahah” I said and hugged her as I came down from my orgasm.

After however many minutes passed by she was the first to move. Turning around to face me, my cock left her ass. She smiled and kissed me on the lips.

“So this means you’re okay with doing this for the rest of the week?”

I hesitated, looking at her. “I’m still not completely okay with this.” Her smile went away as did her eyes from looking at me. I reached up and pulled her face back to me. “But I surely don’t want to stop this.” I said and brought her closer to my chest, she did her best to hug me back.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She grabbed my cock, I felt her ass get stretched as she straddled down onto it and started to ride me.

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I had a conversation with my girlfriend Christine the other day. I was telling her about my idea of the perfect evening. It would be a night of using her and making her submit to my filthiest desires in a way that she felt as though her body belonged to me. I expected her to give up all control of her body no matter what I would do. That fantasy aroused her tremendously and she began asking questions about how I might use her. So I began explaining what I would say, what I would be thinking and what I thought might be running through her mind as the night progressed.

So I began telling her….

You’re my slut. You would do as I instruct.

You will be on the floor in front of me as I stand above you. I might allow you to wear a few pieces of skimpy clothing. I would look down at you and speak my first words. “Look at me slut.” “Who do you belong to?”

I’m looking right at you and you know I expect an answer. A sudden rush flashes through your body. It’s a feeling of humiliation, a sudden feeling that your body belongs to someone else, to me, and that you know I intend to use you and make you feel so dirty.

“Lick my balls.” I order. I want you slowly moving your slutty mouth up between my legs while I stand over you watching. I want you looking up at me while your tongue finds my balls. You lick them… taste them… Oh that feels so good. “Take them in your mouth, slut.” And you eagerly obey sucking my balls into your mouth. I love watching you taste my sweaty nut sack as it disappears completely into your mouth. And of course, I expect that you would bury your face between my legs. I tip my head back moaning and enjoying the feel of your tongue licking and cleaning my balls inside your mouth.

“Now my cock, whore.” “Suck me.” Of course you immediately let my balls slip from your mouth, grab hold of my cock and take it through your lips. You must always please me. No matter what I ask you know you must obey me, even if it’s the most disgusting, vile, dirty thing to do. You understand completely what I expect of you and your whole inner being knows that you’re a whore, my whore. Your body… your mind… your cunt… your ass… and your mouth, all belong to me. So you begin sucking me and taking my cock deep in your mouth just as I pangaltı escort asked, while I put my hands in your hair to hold your head between my legs and in my crotch.

“Oh that’s it.” “Suck me,” I moan out. “Suck my cock you nasty little bitch.” “You know how I love the way you suck cock.”

Hearing me say that is like sweet music. You know I am pleased with your actions. That’s all you care about. How you feel is of no consequence. Your only concern is that you please me.

I back away. You look up at me. Your expression says, “what’s the matter daddy?” You never lose that feeling that you are my little girl. And you are a little girl. You’re a young sweet thing being used by an older man and the idea of calling me daddy makes you feel so much more submissive. In fact, the thought of being an innocent little girl and used like this gives you a very dirty feeling inside. And I want you to feel dirty inside. I want every bit of your lovely flesh feeling like a slut. Now as you kneel before me wondering why I’ve pulled my cock from your mouth, I hope your entire body feels owned, controlled, that it belongs to me, and that you’re only waiting to hear how I want you to please me next.

“Open your mouth,” I tell you. “Does my filthy cocksuckin’ whore want her daddy’s cock down her throat?”

“Oh yes daddy, please give it me,” you answer.

I’m glad you answered that way, because it didn’t really matter. You were getting it anyway. Though I do enjoy hearing you gladly accept what I plan to do. It does arouse me when you ask for my cock and beg to be dirty for me. But deep down I know you understand that what you want doesn’t matter. I will do whatever I wish to you. And you know that. Your body belongs to me. That’s why you’re my whore. You’re just an obedient dirty slut that deserves to have her body turned into a filthy piece of flesh craving only my cock, cum and piss.

“Now keep your mouth open,” I order. “I want to fuck your throat.” As my whore, you know that your throat belongs to me too. And you know what I’m going to do. With your mouth open and waiting for me, I hold your head and lower my cock. “You’re gonna love this bitch,” I excitedly comment to you. “I’ve never fucked you like this before.” pendik escort Then I give you some specific orders. “I’m going to shove it all the way down and I expect you to grip it with your throat.”

I slide through your lips and hit the back of your mouth. I feel your throat on the tip of my cock. I hold your head tight and then shove it all the way down impaling your throat. Then I begin to fuck you, humping your throat, driving my cock in and out while I hold your head. I hear you grunting and groaning. When you try gripping my cock with your throat I can feel your urge to gag and I love it. I love treating you, or is it mistreating you, like a filthy bitch whore.

Your discomfort makes my cock grow harder. You feel my hands holding your head and you feel my cock driving in and out of your tight throat using it as nothing more than another hole to fuck. Your throat starts to heave around my cock as it gags you. The thought crosses your mind to push me away. But quickly you realize that you can not do that. What would I think of you? You would be stopping my pleasure. You would no longer be the submissive slut I know you are. So you allow my cock to continue plunging into your throat, despite the drool and spit gurgling up from inside you and oozing out from the corners of your mouth. My whore is pleasing me very much.

I pull out. You gasp for a breath while at the same time wiping the massive gobs of saliva that I’ve caused to hang from your lips. I love the way that you look, just like a used whore. “You’ve got a great throat slut… we’ll do more of that later; maybe after I’ve been in your ass.” That sparks a deeper, stronger, filthier feeling. You recall that I’ve done that to you before. That taste on my cock after being in your ass, so dirty, so filthy, that smell, it all flashes through your mind. And now you want that. You crave that taste again. You hope I’ll use your ass soon and fuck it, so I can make you clean my cock.

Then I turn around while you’re still kneeling there. I bend over a bit. “Now do my ass.” “Get that tongue on my asshole and clean it.” “Spread me open and stuff it in my ass, slut. And you do. You lick and suck my asshole till I’m moaning in so much pleasure. I begin demanding you tell me rus escort how much you love my asshole, how you love licking it and tasting it, how it makes you feel like such a filthy anal whore and a worthless cheap slut only there for my pleasure.

Tell me Christine.

I turn back around. “You’re a good little slut Christine.” “I’m very pleased so far tonight.” “And I do have a lot more planned.”

Maybe I should just piss in your mouth right now and all over your face. Then make you keep a mouthful until I decide what you should do with it; go spit it out or swallow it…. “hmmmmm.” I’ve never made you do that. I wonder how it would look to see your throat muscles move as you swallowed, flushing my hot piss down your throat. That would be so nasty. I’ll bet you would realize fully who owns you then.

Or maybe I should leave it up to you. I wonder what you would do? How far will my slut go to please me?

No… I think not. I will decide. My slut has no right to make any decisions. You belong to me and I will control what you do and how filthy I want you to be. You’re a whore… my slut… and you belong to me. I hope you fully understand that.

Does that arouse you? Do you like feeling used by me, owned by me and know that your body belongs to me? Perhaps you should bend over and show me your ass. I pull aside your tight thong stretched between your legs and begin feeling your tiny asshole with my fingers.

I lick my fingers getting them wet and then poke two into your ass penetrating your anal hole. That’s right, I start fucking you with them pushing them deeper and deeper into your ass. I know how much you love feeling me probe inside your rectum.

I continue reaming your ass, twisting them in your asshole and burrowing deeper with them until I sense your orgasm building. I want to see you cum. So I push harder, digging into your rectum, jamming them in as far as they will go in order to make you burst into an orgasm. You begin cumming so hard you think you might pass out from the extreme sensations exploding inside your body.

“You’re a nasty little slut Christine.” “Here… suck my dirty fingers.” “Taste your ass on them.”

As you suck them I’m calling you a hungry filthy whore and wiping them on your face.

You’re mine Christine. I own you. I leave you with the thoughts of me inserting rings through your nipples as the final act of you belonging to me forever. You notice the tiny engraving on them. “I’m daddy’s slut.”

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Kalyn was lounging seductively on the “living room” set. An expensive black silk negligee was draped across her body, it fit her almost as if it belonged there. Kalyn was a natural model. Whenever I gave her instruction, she would strike a pose. From every angle, she looked like the perfect lingerie model. The blue lingerie she wore underneath the lingerie, the stockings and the high heels, she moved in them so naturally, most would assume that she had posed like this a thousand times before. In fact, she had not. This was her first time posing, although she had been assisting me in my studio for several years.

Kalyn DeClerk is perhaps one of the most beautiful women I have ever known. She’s a smiling, good-natured brunette with a lovely figure. Her measurements are a lovely 32B-26-27 on a petite 5’4″ frame. Her alluring blue eyes draw you in and her personality holds your attention. She looks good in everything and with this session going so well, I had to keep asking myself why I had never suggested that she model for me before. I asked the question, despite my knowing the answer. I would be sorely tempted to try and bed her and that was something I dared not do.

My name is Robert – although Kalyn has always called me “Robbie” and I am her older brother. I’ve been working as a professional photographer for the past 5 years, specializing in swimwear and lingerie. I’ve made it a point to avoid sleeping with the girls I use as models, although I am far from a saint. I make it clear to any woman I sleep with that there will be no quid pro quo – if I sleep with a lady, we both know where we stand. I’ve slept with some wonderful women and I’ve resisted the allure of my share as well.

I’m much different from my kid sister in looks and style. I’ve been told I’m – intense. I stand 6’4″ and my eyes are green/ Many of my former paramours have described me as “brooding” and “sinister”, although to some women, that intensity is fascinating. I happen to know that neither description is true. I’d describe myself as “focused” because without focus, I’d spend half of my time in bed getting laid. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex, but a pay check is very important to me, especially if you do want to get a hot and attractive lady into the bedroom.

Our older sister started me on this road. Caitlyn had been modeling for a few years and one afternoon, a photographer came down with a nasty bug. Caitlyn refused to work with the guy, even though he claimed to be fine. My sister has a thing about germs. Because of that, she flat-out refused to shoot unless they found another photographer. When one couldn’t be found, Cait suggested me. I’d done a few small catalog shoots, nothing as big as the La Vie En Rose ads Caitlyn was working on. Stammering like the 23-year old novice I was at that time, I accepted the gig. Shooting my older sister was a bit nerve-wracking. Part of that was the fact my older sis is a bit of a diva. Caitlyn can be a ball-buster and she didn’t spare me any of her usual angst. The other reason is the same issue that I have photographing Kalyn. Caitlyn is a sexy, pouty-lipped brunette who is very easy on the eyes. It was hard to watch her prance around in lingerie and high heels and keep my libido in check. At that time, I had a regular girlfriend, thank God. Our mattress got quite the workout that evening. I never did tell her – I wouldn’t have dared – that the cause of my raging hard-on was my hot-as-hell older sister. It is my cross to bear that all of the women in our family, my sisters and my mom, are hot and sexy brunettes with incredible bodies. I allow myself to fantasize about them, but I’d never be dumb enough to make a move on any of my sexy kinfolk.

“How am I doing, Robbie?” Kalyn asked me in her soft, girlish voice. It brought me back to the here and now. I checked some of the shots and my first instinct was to tell her that she might well be one of the hottest models I had ever photographed. The camera loved her, from every angle. I was so glad that Gia, the model I had originally booked for this session, had been snowed in. The pictures I would capture this afternoon would fuel some of my most lurid masturbatory fantasies when we were all done. I was moving myself about so that my sister could not see the burgeoning hard-on that was breaking my concentration. She had been a pretty girl, a lovely teen and was now, a hot young woman. I knew once the client saw these photos; they would ask her to model again. I hoped they would be pleased with the work, although I also knew it might be in my best interests to assign one of my protégés to shoot her. I didn’t know if my poor old heart would be able to stand the strain.

Caitlyn had been coaching our younger sister, who had a keen eye for photography as well. I knew that because Cait had allowed Kalyn to shoot her during some of her down time. Now that she was engaged, she was cutting back on her modeling. It was just as well, because I was starting sarıyer escort to wonder if Caitlyn, despite our familial relationship, was trying to seduce me. My older sister’s moral code is just left of center. She would probably say she’s a “libertine” but I’d almost describe her as a bit of a slut. If she finds someone sexually attractive, she lets them know and doesn’t worry too much about anything else. More than a few of my more attractive models have found themselves in Cait’s bed and not 100% sure how they got there in the first place.

Kalyn and Cait were different in one way. Caitlyn worked at being sexy. While an attractive woman, my sister could turn it on – or off. Kalyn was sexy 24-7, fresh and appealing and energetic. She was a vivacious girl that genuinely didn’t know quite how sexy she truly was – or so I thought. Watching her pose for the past several hours, I realized I might have to rethink that position. She was really coming up with the heat and I knew that tomorrow’s shoot, with other models, was going to be like the trials of Job. I would be tested in ways I could not even imagine as yet.

As I continued to instruct and pose my delicious kid sister, I thought I’d be checking my phone as soon as we completed the day. I have a few “friends with benefits” on Speed Dial and I knew I’d be needing some relief tonight. I wondered who I might call to help dial back all of these urges I was feeling at the moment.

At first, I thought I might call Cindie. She’s one of the newer models I’ve been working with, she’s only 5’0″ but her appearance is deceiving. The half-Thai blonde beauty looks innocent, but she’s a nasty little fuck. Once we got past the subtle flirtations, she let me know in no uncertain terms not to underestimate her.

Cindie looked tiny and petite, but she had the personality and sex drive to match any girl I had ever been with. The little doll almost slammed me to the bed when she got ahold of me. I was almost rendered immobile as the tiny beauty smothered me with kisses while ripping the clothes from my body. I actually lost one of my best shirts that afternoon, but it proved to be totally worth it.

Cindie gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life and even after I orgasmed in her soft, sucking mouth, she didn’t let up. She spun her doll-like body around and despite our height difference; she managed to get me off again while we were doing a hot sixty-nine. She was practically insatiable and when she made me cum again, she still kept demanding more. I gave her one of the best performances of my life in bed that day. She got on top of me and almost fucked me senseless. Her body moved into positions I would have thought impossible. She was still screwing the hell out of me hours later and didn’t seem to tire. She even let me – no, make that begged me to – fuck her ass. Cindie was so sexually insatiable that I almost had to push her out the door , claiming that I had an early shoot the following morning. I did have a shoot, but not until noon. I was so exhausted that I every nearly missed it. Every occasion we’ve had sex since has been like that. If a true nymphomaniac is indeed possible, Cindie would be the textbook definition.

I kept snapping pictures of my sister while trying to remove vivid images of her from my over-active imagination. Knowing my sister was sexually active was making matters worse. I found myself envying those who shared her bed, wanting to be in their place. I let my mind drift to what she sounded like in bed. How did she move? Was she a talker? I couldn’t imagine Kalyn using the word “fuck”, despite her being an adult. She could be so demure; it didn’t fit my image of her. I knew I’d have to distract myself again or we’d never finish the photo shoot.

I kept one part of my brain focused on Kalyn and getting some great shots. Another part of me was weighing my options. By the time we finished this photo shoot, I was going to be horny. I would need to get my rocks off. I couldn’t fuck my own sister, but had no objection to participating in incest with someone else. That’s when I thought of Anna and Lisa.

Anna and Lisa Heckert are two blonde twins that were sent to me for a specific shoot. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it sure as hell was lust – in every direction. The girls interacted throughout the shoot and I got the vibe that they weren’t exactly strangers to one another. They flirted with each other, with the camera and with me. I wanted so much to fuck them, but if I chose one, the other would be offended. The twins dealt with that in an obvious way – they both asked me to dinner.

Dinner turned out to be a quick meal, just pizza and a few drinks. The sisters had something else they wanted more – a sandwich. That is, a sister sandwich with me as the “meat”. They didn’t have to twist my arm to go back to their apartment. They had been teasing and messing with me all throughout our meal. When we silivri escort got back to their place, Anna tugged my pants to the floor while her gorgeous sister slid my cock right into her mouth. Anna proceeded to join her and I got two sets of lips working on my rod. In between, they would swap tongues and I picked up on the fact that they were entirely comfortable sharing each other. Not only would the night be my first experience with a threesome, it would be my first experience with incest. I wasn’t troubled by it. They weren’t my sisters and with both being girls, nothing sexually risky would come of it.

I got another amazing BJ from the sisters, who shared my cum between them. Then, leaving me standing there with my pants around my ankles, the two giggling twins ran off to the bedroom. I’m sure I stood there for a few minutes, wondering just what the hell was going on. I kicked away my pants and threw my remaining clothes to a nearby chair. I followed the sound of raucous laughter to the nearby small bedroom. If I hadn’t already surmised that they were lovers, the size of their bedroom would have confirmed my suspicions. It didn’t offer up a lot of room but was big enough for what they had in mind.

I entered the bedroom and discovered two blondes wearing black lingerie and spiky high heels. I couldn’t tell one from the other at that point, but one of the sisters was face-down in her sister’s pussy and she was really going to town. “Go on, yeah, like that,” the other sister was moaning loudly. “Show our new friend just how much you love eating your sister’s pussy, you fucking whore!”

Over time, I would learn to tell one sister from the other. All I knew at this point was the sister-sister interaction was both incredibly kinky and highly arousing. Despite their having got me off just minutes earlier, my cock was already at half-mast. Still, this was something new to me and I thought it best to take my clues from Anna and Lisa.

It was really an incredible sight to see one hot blonde doing such nasty things to her identical twin sister. A gorgeous, pert bottom was wiggling in the air and under normal circumstances; I would have gotten behind the girl and just fucked her doggie style. These were not normal circumstances. I decided that I would bide my time until a clear invitation was offered up or I got a very obvious signal. Err on the side of caution in situations such as these. You don’t screw things up by trying to be a team player.

The girls seemed intent on putting on a show for me to get things started. Either that, or they were really into each other. For a time, my presence was as if I was just a bystander, a voyeur. Their bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm and their lips and hands appeared to know just where to touch and caress. Murmurs turned into loud moans and the scent of aroused womanhood filled the tiny space. Only when I got a clear signal from Anna – I think it was Anna – did I insert myself into the proceedings.

The girls liked to mix it up and I followed their lead. At one point, Anna was on top of Lisa and they were kissing and playing with each other. Lisa suggested that I fuck them both, which is what I had thought I was doing. It wasn’t what she had in mind. Lisa had me switch from one pussy to the other, alternating my fucking of their very talented pussies. Apparently, it was one of the kinks that got them off, being fucked in this manner. When one of the gorgeous blonde twins had her orgasm, the other followed. Then they took me on until I had a huge cum of my own. The rest of the evening is still a bit of a blur but when I woke up, I got a nice surprise. My considerate dual lovers had prepared us a nice, large breakfast – well, more of a brunch. We spent the rest of that weekend having sex until they had to leave for a different shoot Monday morning.

They weren’t my only experience with twins, although the next set I didn’t get to enjoy a threesome with – not yet, anyway. I had the opportunity to photograph a vivacious pair of redheads just a few short months ago.

I had worked with Roberta on several previous occasions. Her friends called her Robbie as well, so I teased her and called her “Robbie Two”. She laughed at that and suggested I call her Bobbie. We had worked together about a half-dozen times before a few drinks and some hot photos led to the inevitable. This time, I was almost attacked. Bobbie was one of the wildest fucks I had ever known. Put her and Cindie together and a normal man likely wouldn’t survive the experience.

I had shot Bobbie for a fetish-style lingerie catalog and she seemed to have a real affinity for it. In bed, she was still wearing the high “fuck me” boots and some of the kinkier black lingerie. She wanted me to fuck her slender body like a rag doll and really toss her around. After a sloppy, hot blowjob, she chose to forego foreplay and just have me fuck the hell out of her. Bobbie almost şirinevler escort wanted to be mauled and despite it not being my cup of tea, I obliged the lady. I tugged and yanked her long red hair. She wanted to be spanked, so I let go on her ass and she wanted it harder. I actually left red marks on her gorgeous ass. I threw her around the bed and didn’t stop right away when she asked me to. I sensed that Bobbie liked the man to call all of the shots and I was right. I’m sure that they heard her orgasm in the next apartment and she laughed when I told her that. “I hope she did,” she said as she nibbled on my ear. “The girl next door is a hot black bitch named Nahtasha and I’d love it if she came over here to check things out. I’d love to get freaky with her, too.”

I had a few more encounters like that with Bobbie. You never knew what to expect with her. She’s fun and makes each experience a novelty. She’s also a true professional and could spend a night fucking a soccer team and still be on time the next morning, looking like she’d had 10 hours rest. It came as a surprise to me when she cancelled the next shoot we had together. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said and sounded horrible saying it. “I have the mumps.”

I was surprised and hoped I didn’t get it, although my main concern was the shoot. “Don’t worry about it,” she informed me. “I lined up a replacement, another redhead. She doesn’t have as much experience as I do, but she should do fine.”

“Who is she?”

“My twin sister, Nicole. We’re fraternal twins, not identical, but we have similar builds and we’re both redheads. Go easy on her Robbie, but she knows what to expect. I’ve told her all about you,” Bobbie said to me before hanging up. I wondered if Bobbie did indeed mean everything.

Nicki showed up at precisely the right time, with a great attitude. She apologized for her lack of experience, but she needn’t have bothered. Like her sexy twin, the camera loved her. She looked great in lingerie and she took direction beautifully. I had already decided I’d pair her shots with those of her sister and play the contrast. Bobbie did the fetish material and her sister did the more straightforward lingerie shoots and bikini pictures. I spent the afternoon with Nicki and decided I would use her again if she was willing. I have worked with several more experienced models that were nowhere near as cooperative as Nicole.

I offered to take Nicole out to dinner as thanks for bailing me out of a jam. Nicki had a different type of reward in mind. “Bobbie said that you are a terrific fuck,” she informed me. “We don’t usually go for the same kind of guy, but I just broke up with my boyfriend and I’m between girlfriends and Bobbie can’t help me out, obviously, so …?” The little minx was still wearing the skimpy green bikini she had worn for our final shoot and tossed it casually to one side as she entered my bathroom. I could hear the shower running and as it had been a while since I’d enjoyed shower sex, I thought I could oblige the lady.

I got into the shower and it was a tight fit, as Nicki is around 5’8″ in height. Cramped or not, it was worth the effort. She had the hot little body that could really grind on a man’s dick and she was up for anything. She made love in a totally different manner than her twin, she admitted that she wasn’t quite as free with her favors as Bobbie. “I have to really like a guy if I’m going to bed with him,” Nicki informed me and then added “Although with a girl, it only matters if she’s hot and kinky!”

I kept thinking all of these things while I was focusing part of my energies on taking great pictures of my sister. It was no easy task, because Kalyn was quite the distraction herself. My sister was perfectly suited to this shoot. She had the right combination of sweet young thing and naughty little seductress. I knew that a guy is not supposed to think of his sister in that manner and yet, it was almost impossible not to. In one photo, Kalyn was in a sexy little black number and perched on a stool. One sexy black high heel dangled from her foot and she had on really sexy red lip gloss. Had she not been my sister, I would have ended the shoot early and then, invited her to screw my brains out or some other lewd proposition.

We finally finished the shoot and to my surprise, Kalyn got up from where she had been sitting. Wearing a robe that threatened to open at any moment, she proceeded to throw herself into my arms, pressing that incredible body firmly against mine. She kissed me in a most un-sisterly way and when she finally let go of me, her face wore a huge smile. “Are you made of steel or something?” She looked at me and tapped her foot on the floor. “I have been doing my best to seduce you and you’ve resisted every effort. I decided I would finally throw caution to the wind, but you are a very tough nut to crack!”

“Hold on, you wanted to seduce me?” I sputtered, my head reeling.

“Well, duh!” Kalyn said and thumped me on the forehead. She wore a look that seemed to indicate she had finally gotten through to me.

“We can’t do this, I’m your brother and siblings aren’t supposed to have sex with each other,” I protested, although evidently, not strong enough.

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I had planned it as just a short vacation for the two of us. I could have had Gloria fly commercial to San Diego and then fly with me in my own plane to Las Vegas, only the logistics just didn’t work out. I got there about 2 hours before she arrived, but by the time I got the plane tied down and grabbed a taxi and got over to the commercial terminal, she was literally just coming out of the secure area. I’d brought my phone with me after all, although I’d swore to myself that I wouldn’t, but just for the flight over and back and meeting up with her. She spied me just as I was dialing her number; her hand touched my arm just as it started to ring. I turned, only to have her slip her arms around me and into my arms and we kissed. Practically a chaste kiss for us, very fit for public viewing, but still, it held promise of better later. I turned the phone off completely before I put it away; I learned a long time ago that the world doesn’t come to an end if I don’t answer — but my vacation comes to an end if I do.

“Any idea of what you want to do first?” I asked Gloria once we were in the taxi on the way to the hotel.

Leaning up to my ear, mindful of the cabbie in front, she whispered so only I could hear “Get naked, suck your cock and get it inside me.” With her turned somewhat sideways as she was, my hand easily rested on her breast which I squeezed while I bent a bit more to kiss her again. This time it was a “not for public viewing” kiss that confirmed, as she melted against me, what she’d just whispered and was followed up seconds later by her continued whisper “and get your hands and tongue all over me.”

“Gladly,” I whispered back. I had my hand resting on her leg; she slipped it down more between her legs, although with the smart pants she was wearing (having come directly from work) it was more innuendo for me than an overt request for attention.

“What hotel are we staying at?” she asked as we headed off the freeway.

“Caesars Palace,” I answered.

“Why there?” she asked.

“Mostly because I’ve got us tickets to a show there Tuesday night. That way we don’t have to drive or walk or anything.”

“You do? Which show?” She’d been holding my arm to her, but she sat up with enthusiasm when I said that.

“Does it matter?” I asked.

“Only if I don’t like it.”

“If you don’t like that, then you’ll probably like the other one.”

“The other one? There’s more than one?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve got us tickets for Celine Dione Tuesday night, but the other one we’re going to have to travel down the road a bit to get to. We’ve got tickets for Cirque du Soleil “Zumanity” on Thursday.”

“Zumanity? What’s that?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen it, but I hear its adult oriented; it’s supposed to be very sexy.”

“Oh my God! Celine Dione and Cirque du Soleil?”

I paid the taxi driver while the bell cap took our bags out of the trunk.

“Why’d you say we’re checking out Friday?” Gloria asked moments later after I’d finished checking us in. “My ticket’s not until Sunday.”

“Because we’re not staying here for the weekend.”

“We aren’t?” she asked, puzzled. “Then where are we staying?”

“It’s a surprise,” I answered, “you’ll have to wait until Friday.”

Moments later as we walked toward the elevators, the bell cap leading the way with our bags, Gloria nudged me, “Look at that.” I turned to see the sign; the bare back of a woman, obviously topless and wearing a thong, lying on a lounge, her well-tanned and gorgeous bottom mostly hidden by the strategically placed wording: “How Bare do you Dare? Venus Pool Club – 11 to Dusk”

“You brought us here because of that Venus Pool Club didn’t you?” Gloria asked an hour later, her naked body cuddled up to my side, our first orgasms of the week having left us momentarily satisfied. “Just like you took me to that place in Palm Springs.”

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“No. I know you. You like me being naked and showing my boobies to the world.” She rolled over a bit and looked down at her naked body. “I don’t know why, there are lots of girls out there with nicer ones than mine.”

“I admit I like you naked; I like you naked walking on the beach with me, or swimming in the pool with me; I like you naked in bed with me, I like you naked almost any time. But you’re wrong; I just love when you show them to me. I could care less as to whether you show them off to anyone else – you’re the one that likes showing your boobs to the world. “

“I do not.”

“And I’ve told you before,” I added, rolling onto my side and reaching across to cup her nearest breast, “More than a mouthful or more than a handful is a waste! I think your boobs are absolutely perfect and if you want to show them to the world, you should. But I do like the mood that it puts you in showing them off to the world. You always want to come back and play naughty when you do.” I rolled over a bit more, replacing my hand on her breast with my mouth, tickling her şişli grup yapan escort nub with my tongue, finally sucking it into my mouth, feeling it grow to my attention.

“You just like me because I put out for you,” she teased, stroking my hair as she watched me suckle her nipple.

“Is that why Ronnie likes you?” I responded, pulling away and looking her in the eye with a grin as my hand went to her other breast.

“It’s because he doesn’t know any better,” she answered as I finished spinning over onto my belly and again suckling her near nipple as my hand worked her other nipple.

“He doesn’t know any better?” I grinned, pulling myself up and swinging my leg over her so I was now sitting on my knees, my butt against her belly. My cock, although not fully erect, had already begun swelling into another erection. “Or is it that he recognizes you as the hottie that you are, with two handfuls of breasts that are absolutely perfect?” I said, cupping both breasts as I did, “Or that you’ve got a sweet, wonderful pussy that is oh so tasty to lick and tongue or that you have a talented mouth that is oh so good at sucking him off? Does he know how spoiled he is with a woman of your talents?” I rose a bit and leaned forward, placing my almost rigid cock between her breasts and pushed them together with my hands. Rocking forward and backward it was just a few pushes between her globes before she lowered her head, her tongue reached out, and I stopped, her tongue bathing the end of my cock. Pulling back, her tongue caught me again on the next upstroke and with a little more lifting, my cockhead slipped into her mouth, her tongue swirling to my delight. “Oh my god, Gloria — that’s so nice.”

Pulling back a bit, she pushed on my leg, “get off me,” she said indicating that I should slide off to one side. I did, and she sat up, pushing me onto my back, and rolled over onto her elbows perpendicular to my body before pulling my cock sideways until she could fit me into her mouth. Without saying a word she continued sucking me, her hand holding me upright, slowly stroking, and I realized that she was doing this strictly because she wanted to. I’d ended up with my head and shoulders supported by a pillow, so I was in perfect position to just lay there and let her love on my cock. I could tell she was in no hurry to get me off but that she was going to. She wasn’t asking for anything in return, she was just giving pleasure to her man.

At times she would just take my cock head in her mouth as her hand was stroking me. Other times, she’d work her tongue and lips around the sensitive spot while just holding me upright. Her hand slipped off and reached for my balls, fondling and squeezing them when she found them, yet again returning to my shaft, slowly stroking me up and down, her mouth constantly suctioning, her tongue twirling around the head, penetrating the hole in the end, doing what she could to pleasure my erection. Whenever she was in the proper position her eyes locked with mine, the twinkle telling me that I should just enjoy, she was where she wanted to be, I was where she wanted me to be.

I didn’t have to tell her that I was about to cum, she knew; but remembering the instructions of my teacher Jenny from so many years before, “A gentleman always gives his lady the option”. I did. There was no hesitation on her part, no pulling back so that we could see the cum shoot like in a porn movie, just the constant administration of affection to my cock as my hips involuntarily rose, attempting to make my body bend backward, to make my cock the pinnacle of my body. She never opened her mouth, she just gradually slowed her tongue and mouth as I groaned, understanding perfectly that the touch of her tongue and the inside of her mouth was nearly too much to bear. Finally stilled, my cock spent, she pulled away and once more crawled up beside me.

“Ronnie will have to find his own woman to get that.”

~

I awoke again, the sunlight streaming through the semi-drawn curtains of the hotel suite. We’d made love before dinner, gone to dinner and made love again later, and then I’d been wakened in the middle of the night by her caresses and we’d done it again. I’d forgone getting up early and doing my run; my stroking of her body had instead woken her whereupon we’d pleasured each other once again — only to fall asleep for a few more hours.

“That was really nice,” I said, realizing that although she hadn’t said anything she was also awake. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve cum this many times in just 12 hours.” Her hand slowly stroked up and down my arm in response and she pushed her naked bottom back against me, snuggling closer.

I spooned my body into her backside, just holding her close; she gripped my arm to her chest in response. Several minutes later with a satisfied sigh she whispered, “And Ronnie hasn’t ever come close to satisfying me like that.” This time I gently stroked her side in return; we şişli masöz escort just lay there holding each other.

“You’ve changed me.”

We hadn’t said anything for quite a while, just lying there, temporarily sated and lazy, in each other’s arms.

“I’ve changed you?” I asked, understanding somehow that this wasn’t an idle observation. “How so?”

She didn’t answer immediately, the answer when it came somewhat wistful. “Growing up I always believed in the fantasy, in the myth. I always believed that sex was a part of love, that if you were with the one you loved that the sex would be fantastic. I always sort of thought, even when I realized that my husband was a real dickhead, that it was just that he wasn’t my ‘one and only’, that somewhere there was someone out there that was my one and only.” I didn’t know what to say — I still wasn’t sure where she was going with this, so wisely — I said nothing and just waited.

“I was supposed to meet my dashing White Knight; he was going to ride up on his horse, sweep me off my feet and we’d ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after.” She giggled, and then continued. “Actually where I grew up he would more likely have driven up in a flashy sports car — but still, I was supposed to meet him, we would fall head over heels in love, get married and have two or three kids, a house with the white picket fence and a swimming pool in the back yard. He’d be dying slowly every day when he was away from me, waiting to come home, so we could make mad passionate love every night and we’d live happily ever after. Somehow I really knew that I was a princess, that my knight in shining armor was out there somewhere…” She drifted off there – I stroked her arm, waiting, understanding there was more to come.

“And part of the dream was that sex was something special between two soul mates; it was exclusive and perfect and just happened. When I met my husband, I was sure I was madly in love with him and that it was OK to give myself to him because we were in LOVE! It was sort of magical and romantic, and even though sex wasn’t all that good, in fact it wasn’t any good at all, I believed it was going to get better… And then I was pregnant and we were getting married and it still didn’t get any better and from there — things just got worse.

Even when you and I met, deep down I was really hoping that the dick that I was going to be meeting in San Diego was going to be just that – my knight in shining armor. He said all the right things, fed my fantasy, made me think it was going to happen. Even though I’d been married and my first knight had turned out to be more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, I still sort of believed that it really could happen. I’d been saving myself. Up until then I hadn’t dated anyone seriously, thinking that when it did happen I’d know, the fantasy would come through after all…” her thoughts drifted off momentarily before she restarted.

“After my girlfriend gave me a vibrator and I had orgasms by myself — I still knew that I was supposed to be with someone, that somehow I was cheating myself. I was on my way to San Diego in pursuit of a fantasy that doesn’t exist, and then in pursuit of that fantasy, you came along. You weren’t the guy I was meeting; you were someone that rescued me. At that moment you were a knight in shining armor, although evidently you weren’t my knight in shining armor, but you did everything that a dream knight was supposed to. You were the perfect gentlemen; you didn’t try to take advantage of me when you surely could have, but when I decided to have sex with you — it was more wonderful than anything I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t supposed to be like that – I wasn’t in love with you, but yet you gave me the most fantastic weekend of sex I’d ever had. You shattered my fantasy; you showed me that it was possible to have wonderful sex without being in love. Little by little you taught me that sex, and love, really are two different things. You took me to Palm Springs and we played with another couple, at least a little and that was OK too. You fulfilled my fantasy of being with a woman; something that I really didn’t think would ever happen. You came to Dallas and we played at the office, another fantasy I’d have never fulfilled…”

“You know, three years ago if you’d told me that today I would have seduced a 21 year old virgin and be having an affair with him and teaching him how to be a lover and take care of a woman — I’d have probably slapped you and surely would have laughed at you in that there was no way I was going to be having sex with someone that I didn’t love. Love came first; or, at least, the perception of love.” Rolling over onto her side where she could look me in the face, her head resting on my arm, she said “Do you love me?”

Oh shit. The “L” word.

All kinds of things went through my mind. Should I play it off that I didn’t understand? Should I tell her about the ambiguity of the word “Love” in şişli otele gelen escort English — how we can “love” our pizza, make “love”, “love” our dog, “love” our parents, “love” baseball or football or golfing, “love” popcorn or sex — or our significant other and that all of those “loves” have a different nuance of understanding? Should I tell her how the Greek’s had five different words that meant the same thing as our one word “Love?” All of those things flashed through my head in the three seconds before I told her that no, I didn’t love her. But I didn’t say it like that; I said “I adore you, Gloria; we’re kindred souls. I love being with you, making love with you – we have fun when we’re together… but I’ve only ever truly loved one woman in my life. I don’t reach for her in bed when I wake up anymore, but no matter the day, I wake up with a love for someone that will never be there again.”

But she already knew that.

“Debs was a lucky woman.” It was all she said for a minute or so, finally beginning again. “I’ve known that from almost the beginning. The way you talk about her, the way you obviously still miss and adore her. And truthfully, I recognize that I don’t love you either, not as the one and only soul mate for me. I’m greatly infatuated with you, if things were different and we lived in the same city and you asked me to move in with you — I’d do it in a heartbeat. If you asked me to have an exclusive sexual relationship with you, I’d do that in a heartbeat. But that you’ve given me the freedom, actually encouraged me, to have an affair with a 21 year old former virgin — has helped me to realize there’s more to life than a fantasy white knight that’s probably never going to show up. You know, I don’t love Ronnie either, it’s been fun, but it won’t be long and he’ll be finding a girlfriend and he’s going to be a wonderful lover thanks to you.

“Thanks to me?” I questioned.

“If it hadn’t been for you, if you hadn’t taught me to know what I needed, I wouldn’t have been able to teach him what I needed, or what other women need. But you should see him — his self-confidence has absolutely exploded over the last couple of months. He was a boy before, but not anymore. I’ve heard some of the younger girls talking about him at work, he’s becoming quite desirable and they have no clue why. If I let it go on, one of these days he’d come by telling me that he’s found someone — but I’m going to cut it off before then. He’ll do fine now.”

“You’ve been seeing him quite often?” I queried. Although I knew she’d had an affair with him I didn’t, until now, know whether it was ongoing or a thing of the past.

“Are you kidding? He’s been over just about every weekend for two months now – I swear he’s virtually insatiable; he can just keep going and going. I have to send him home on Sundays just so I can walk on Monday!”

“So now you’ve practically got a live-in lover,” I teased. Gloria looked up at my eyes again, realizing that I was teasing.

“I’ve got a practically live in student lover,” She teased right back. “But I still need my weekends with the “Master.” Having sex with him has opened my mind even more though. Remember back last year when we were with Mary and Steve in Palm Springs and we flew to your house with them and they wanted to fuck us? If I hadn’t been there, would you have fucked Mary?”

“If you hadn’t been there, I never would have met Mary.”

“Oh, good answer! I know that. But if you were in the situation where you met Mary, and she let you know that you could fuck her if you wanted — would you have held back?”

“Probably not,” I answered, “or then again — maybe. It’s not that simple. I don’t have sex with just any woman because I can; I like to have a relationship of some kind first.” She was quiet for a few moments.

“I’ve thought about it quite a bit since then. And since I’ve been with Ronnie, it’s increased my awareness that sex and love are two different things. I really did find Steve attractive; I’ve wondered many times what it would have been like if we’d had condoms available. I sucked his cock, what really is the difference between having his cock in my mouth and having his cock in my pussy?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, “maybe that it’s hard to get pregnant if he comes in your mouth?”

“Very funny,” she giggled, “I can’t get pregnant anymore anyway, but you’re the only one that gets me without a condom.”

“So are you saying if Palm Springs happened today, you would probably have agreed to be with Steve?”

“No, not at all. I’m saying that you’ve made me realize that sex and love are two different things. I can have sex with Ronnie, and teach him how to pleasure me, and I can pleasure him, and we both know it’s really not going anywhere…” she paused, thinking; “or at least I know it’s not. Maybe I ought to make sure he knows that too?”

“Probably a good idea. Have you been letting him spend the night?”

“I’ve been tempted. It’s nice waking up with a man in my bed.” She paused a second and added, “well, at least it is when it’s you.”

“Hmmm, probably not a good idea. My Jenny never let me stay, so I knew it wasn’t love. I lusted after her all the time and at the time I would have called it love. By doing that it forced me to recognize it was just sex, not real love and affection.”

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*****

After our first, fumbling fuck my sister and I learned each other’s hot buttons gradually. We had plenty of opportunity. Mum was usually already at work by the time I got home, Annie usually arrived just before me. Even on the weekends we saw less and less of our mum, she worked really hard and it worried us a little, even though it gave us the opportunity for unbridled incest.

Our second occasion was the day after our first. Annie had showered and I went into the bathroom. In those early times we were still a little shy around each other naked. Annie had a towel around her while she dried her hair but didn’t leave the bathroom while I showered.

“Danny?”

I answered over the sound of water jet: “Yeah?”

“Can I see your cock?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

She slid the shower screen aside and looked, then left it open and watched me shower. Knowing she was looking at me with interest made it grow slightly. She giggled.

“Oh that’s neat! I wanted to look ‘cos I haven’t seen it soft yet, but now it’s warming up!”

“Show me your tits and it’ll go fully hard.”

“I’ll do better than that…”

Annie dropped her towel and squeezed into the cubicle with me. She was so close that my cock grazed her tummy, in its inevitable upward journey. It delighted her: “Oooh, nice!” She cupped my balls and that made me as hard as ever, now twitching involuntarily. Annie touched it, exploring, feeling, gently stroking. She nestled in close and whispered up into my ear: “Like that, my dirty brother?”

“Mmm, very much.”

“Only a few days now and we can do it again…”

“Do what?”

She giggled: “Fuck, mate. We can fuck again.”

I twitched some more when she swore like that.

“Oooh, he likes it when I talk dirty. Can I make you cum, do you think?”

“I’m sure of it.”

“I mean, what if I said, say, ‘would you like to fuck me, Danny?’ Oh yes, he likes that idea!”

He certainly did. I stood still under the shower while my sister masturbated me and teased me with her dirty talk.

“Mmmm, Danny. So let’s be clear. I’m your own sister and you want to fuck me, right?”

“Yesss.”

“I mean, fuck me again, of course.”

“Yes.”

“So, even though we can’t, you can still touch my pussy, right?”

I bent my knees a little and slid my hand down her wet tummy, over her mound, and curled two fingers into her pussy. It was warm, it was wet, and it opened to my touch.

“Oh, nice. You have your fingers where your cock was, remember?”

“Oh yes.”

“Good. I remember too. You had your cock in there, and you fucked me, right?”

“Yesss. Oh fuck, Annie!”

“Right now just imagine we are fucking. You’re on top of me, thrusting…”

“Mmm”

“I’m wet. Really wet in my pussy. Imagining that?”

“I’m feeling it.”

“Yes, very good.”

Now she nibbled my ear, and whispered: “Are you going to cum soon, Danny?”

“Soon.”

“Good. Oh my, I think your balls just got tighter. So, Danny. Remember what it felt like to fuck your little sister’s pussy.”

“Oh shit, Annie…”

“Yes, come on Danny. Remember it. Feel my pussy now. Imagine that’s your cock in there…”

“Oh Annie, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes, big brother. Cum. Cum like you did in my CUNT!”

That was it. She’d never said that word before and the images in my mind’s eye and her whisper in my ear was enough. My cock twitched and jerked as it unloaded my cream jets over her hand and tummy. I looked down and saw it all, the jizz immediately washed away under the shower. şişli elit escort I heard Annie giggling even as the last jet sputtered out.

“Oh jesus Annie. You fucking fox! That was horny!”

“Yeah, I just kinda played along. So, note one for future reference. Danny likes dirty talk. OK, you wanna let go of my pussy now?”

“Um, no not really.”

“Seriously. I gotta go pee.”

“Not letting go. How bad you need to pee?”

“Not that bad, Danny, it’s nice. Look, like this…” She showed me how and I began finger-fucking her gently. I knelt for better access. There was little room, and she turned the shower water off so I wasn’t under the jets any more.

Annie played with her tits and cooed while I played with her pussy. She still dripped on me and I watched as rivulets of water ran down her perfect thighs, I kissed them, licked at the water. I wanted to lick her pussy but there was no room, so I pressed and prodded at her clit instead. I was learning what she likes, and it was working. Her breaths became pants, and after a few minutes of this she was moaning with each intake of breath.

Suddenly she quivered, trembled, and swore just once as her pussy spasmed ever so gently around my fingers. It lasted mere seconds, then I let my fingers slide out of her. Annie pulled me up and kissed me gently, then said: “Danny, the minute it’s safe I want you in my pussy again.”

“Count on it. When?”

“Friday.”

“Shit. Three more days.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Fuck that. I’m going to get condoms.”

“Good. Go now. I’ll be in my bedroom. Hurry. I want to be fucked.”

“That’s good, cos I want to fuck you.”

“Well stop gibbering and get dressed.”

“I’m already gone…”

I hurried there and back. Sure enough, Annie was on her bed, unashamedly naked. I ripped my clothes off and looked at her. She watched my face as she slowly, tantalisingly opened her legs. Her moist pink slit winked at me, beckoning. She drew her knees up and apart. Annie was completely open for me. I knelt at the end of her bed, fumbled the condom on, and lay on top of her.

“That thing safe?”

“Yeah. It’s on.”

“What you waiting for. Stick it in!”

“Mmmm, delicately put. Annie?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s try it slowly this time?”

“Sure, why not. And Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking and FUCK!”

I laughed as I aimed at her open box. We wiggled a bit in our inexperience but as soon as it felt right I pressed and sank fully into her.

“Oh yeah, Danny. Shit! Why didn’t I get condoms before?”

“Annie?”

“Yeah?”

“SHUT UP AND FUCK!”

She laughed for a second but I cut it off by pushing inside again. Her calves went behind mine, her arms around my shoulders. Our mouths were beside each other’s ears, and we whispered. She started: “You’re a pervert, fucking your own sister’s pussy.”

“You’re a slut to let me.”

“Oooh, I think I like being a slut for you. Mmm, that’s nice like that. Long and slow.”

“Mmmm. And you’re so tight!”

“And you’re so hard!” She took her hands from my shoulders, lifted my head and nibbled my bottom lip, then said into my mouth: “Now shut up and fuck.”

I did as I was told. Long, luxurious strokes. The condom didn’t seem to interfere with her pleasure much, nor mine either really. Maybe it was because it was only the second time. Maybe it was because she was really tight. But mostly, I knew, it was because she was my own sister and she was loving it too.

After four or five minutes I felt the familiar burning. Annie had already learned how to meet şişli escort my thrusts, fucking at me with her hips. And so my climax approached. She wasn’t ready yet, so she just hugged me to her and whispered: “Cum, Danny. Cum in my cunt.”

Five or six more strokes and I did. I could feel the jetting sensation as I erupted, pushing in and staying there, marvelling at the tightness and softness of that beautiful tunnel.

We used two more condoms that night. Another two the next night. And then it was Friday.

I hurried home. I saw Annie coming down the street in the opposite direction. She smiled when she saw me. We comically squished each other in the gate, silent movie style, and bundled each other through the front door.

I tried to rip her clothes off then and there, but she held me back. She said: “Wait. Wait! I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What is it.”

“Wait and see. Upstairs. Oh and by the way, you honk. Take a shower!”

It was fair enough. It had been a warm day and the factory was stifling. I showered, but all I could think of was getting inside my sister’s pussy again. I heard her voice, talking to someone. My heart sank as I heard the reply. It was our mother. As it turned out, she’d decided against work, feeling ill, and had returned home. No sister pussy for me that night.

Annie made soup and nursed mum. I moped about trying not to be too disappointed. But my cock ached, constantly becoming erect at the slightest touch as Annie brushed past, or if I looked at her bum too long. For her part she was more concerned about mum so I just had to stay in the background. She was right – mum was rarely ill and didn’t look great at all.

I borrowed the neighbour’s car and took her to hospital. She was admitted at about 11:45 and it was well past midnight when I got home. I was worried, for once not thinking about sex with Annie. She was dozing on the couch and quizzed me when I came back. We slept in our own beds, without any sexual contact.

The next morning I awoke, desperately horny. I wondered whether to jerk off in case Annie still wasn’t in the mood. I did anyway, but despite dumping a load I was still very horny.

I got up at 8am. Annie was in the kitchen making bacon and eggs. She wore a simple one-piece nightdress that just covered her butt. I sat at the table after our morning greetings and looked longingly at her buns, hoping they’d be mine for the asking and soon. Annie brought the breakfast to the table and we ate. She spoke while chewing toast: “We should check in on mum.”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna fuck first?”

I gulped at her straightforwardness. “Um, yeah. Yes of course.”

“Good. I suffered for your surprise and I want you to see it.”

“See?”

“Yeah. Look.”

She turned to face me beside the table and opened her legs. Her pussy was smooth, bald, a little pink.

“Oh wow! That’s perfect! How?”

“Girlfriend of mine, lunchtime yesterday. Long lunchtime. She runs a salon.”

I didn’t wait for the technical details. I fell to my knees, pushed her thighs way apart, and kissed her there. She squealed and giggled, still holding her toast to her mouth.

“Like it?”

“Hell yes!”

“Good. Worship it.”

I licked, kissed, nibbled there. Annie tried to go all domme on me, pretending to be pleasured and still eat breakfast, but she soon warmed up and began to pant and groan. She put her toast down and pulled me up gently by the hair.

“Now, Danny. Fuck me now. Here.”

Annie pushed me backwards, pulling my pyjamas down as she forced me back onto my chair. She straddled me, guided me, and şişli eve gelen escort sat on my cock. All the way in. I held her hips as she ground and rode. She still had the nightdress on, so I actually saw nothing of her flesh, but I sure felt it. Her now-familiar wet velvet tunnel slid up and down my pole like oiled machine parts. Her hands were on my shoulders, our eyes locked together.

“How does it feel, Danny?”

“Fantastic, as always. And it looks fucking brilliant.”

“Yeah. It feels good for me, no pubes. Tell you a secret?”

“Only if you don’t stop.”

“Oh, I won’t. So. I’m getting the treatment, it’s done, and the ‘phone rings. Shelley goes to answer it and I decide to touch and see how it feels. I love it! Smooth, tingly, slick from the oils. So I masturbate.”

“Ooh, I’m imagining that.”

“Yeah. And Shelley comes back in.”

“No!”

“Yes! And she likes girls… See where this is going?”

“Oh shit! What happened.”

“OK, well. I look at her. She says nothing, just reaches under the towel and runs her hand up my leg. She stops just before my pussy. I nod, and… Oh Danny! Your cock just got even harder. I knew you’d love this! Anyway. Oh, fuck it. Long story short. She knows pussies!”

“Did you touch her?”

“No.”

“Pity. You should have. Did you cum?”

“Big time. I squirted all over her hand.”

“Oh wow. Wish I’d been there to see that!”

“I want you to make me squirt too.”

“I’ll be happy to oblige, only…”

“Only you want to fuck me properly now?”

“Yes.”

“OK.”

The riding and grinding went on, but now in silence. I wanted to see her bald pussy again so I pulled her nightdress over her head. Occasionally I looked between our bellies at the split slit that engulfed my cock. There was lots of wet shiny skin down there.

As she had often done before, Annie figured out just when I was on the verge and spoke some vulgarity that sent me over the edge. As I rose to crescendo, Annie’s gyrations signalled she was near too. She whispered in my ear: “Next time I want your cock in my ass. You wanna fuck your sister’s ass, Danny?”

My spurting cock gave her the answer. As it started, Annie’s pussy jerked on my cock. Whatever else happens in my life, I will never forget the joy of feeling my sister’s orgasming pussy spasming around my cock. Rhythmic, sometimes wild, sometimes gentle, but it always makes me cum harder.

Soon it was over. Annie sat impaled on my cock until it softened, slurping out of her and bringing with it our combined creams. She stood, another dribble fell into the puddles on my thighs. She wiped the goo over my legs with her own, laughing, and handed me a bunch of tissues. After wiping up the mess and washing our hands, we finished breakfast.

Our conversation was matter-of-fact. We might have been discussing the shopping list between bites and sips of coffee, not talking about sex. It went like this: “You really wanna try anal, Annie?”

“Yeah. Why not? You ever thought about it?”

“Well yeah, like in the abstract. But not with my sister!”

“Why, who else are you fucking?”

“Nobody. And remember you just told me about getting fingered to orgasm by the lesbo who shaved your pussy!”

“Hahaha. Yeah. You got me there. Um, also. I’ve never given you oral. You’ve done me a lot, but… You want me to?” She popped bacon into her mouth.

“Yeah, but only if you want to. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“Awww, thanks big bro! For that you get a special reward.”

“Which is?”

“A surprise. You want more bacon? Swap my last piece for your toast.”

“OK. You want that egg?”

“Nah, you can have it. More coffee?”

“No, thanks.”

Later that day we went to see mum in hospital. She had an infection and would be there two more days, probably. On the way home, Annie got an idea. Read all about it in part 3.

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“I knew you would come back,” I said to the young woman who was standing in the doorway of the in-law apartment I had been living in, located over the garage of the house of her parents.

“Me too,” the girl whispered, looking around the dimly lit room.

“I’m so happy you did, Debbie” I said in my most soothing grandfatherly voice. “You know how much I love you. Now why don’t you come in and close the door.”

The girl did as I asked, and when she turned her back I got an exquisite view of the lower part of her butt, which was pleasingly plump, as well as her shapely thighs. She was wearing a skimpy pink nightshirt, and from the way things were wiggling around underneath it, nothing else.

Debbie turned around and leaned back against the door, her eyes fixed on me as I stood by the bed, clad only in my pajama bottoms. In fact, my granddaughter’s eyes were locked in to the bulge that ran down the inside leg of the light cotton.

Being a 64 year old guy who looks his age, I couldn’t blame Debbie for not being interested in the rest of me. Except for a little grey around the temples, I’m bald, and while I’ve managed to keep my 6′ frame trim, I’m no Adonis, so I know what seems to fascinate my precious Debbie so.

It’s why she came up here tonight, and it was why she had snuck up here every night for – who knows how long? You would think that an 18 year old girl would have other options, but I’m not complaining. I only recently became aware of the way she would come up to my place here each evening around 7:30.

You see, I’m a creature of habit, so every night after dinner in the main house, I would retire to the in-law apartment my kids rent out to me and take a shower before falling asleep in front of the TV. I had noticed shadows at the bottom of the bathroom door a few days ago, and after toweling off I went over to the door instead of to the sink and brushing my teeth.

I didn’t catch her that night, although I caught a glimpse of her running down the stairs, but being a retired cop, I guess there’s still a little bit of that left in me so I devised a plan whereas I turned on the bathroom light and the shower, but ducked out of the room and closed the door.

Sure enough, when I peeked out the window and saw Debbie scurry out of the house and up the stairs to my apartment, I hid and waited for her to see what she would do. Sure enough, Debbie ran up the stairs and went to the bathroom door, kneeling and looking through the keyhole.

It was then that I came out of hiding, naked except for the towel wrapped around my waist. Debbie was so intent on getting a look at me coming out of the shower that she didn’t notice me until I spoke.

“Looking for me, Debbie?” I asked.

Poor Debbie fell over, stumbling and scrambling to her feet while looking for a way out, but she would have to get past me to escape. Her eyes darted around and her mouth moved but no words came out as she went into full panic mode.

“Relax, baby,” I said. “I don’t know why you’ve been visiting me but you’re always welcome up here.”

“I – uh,” was all that Debbie could manage.

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked. “Coming up here and peeking at me through the keyhole.”

“Couple weeks,” Debbie said, unable to look me in the eye.

“Why though? I mean, I’m an old man. Certainly there are plenty of young folks your age that would love to be with you. What was that guy’s name? Jerry?”

“Yeah – we’re not, you know.”

I know that out in this rural area there isn’t much for young folks to do. It wasn’t like they had a lot of neighbors around here, and to be honest, Debbie is not a classical beauty by any stretch of the imagination even though she is my granddaughter. Still and all, she’s cute. So that was what I asked her – why?

“Curious,” she mumbled.

“Surely you’ve seen naked men before,” I said, and she nodded.

“Why would you be interested to seeing an old wreck like me naked though?” I asked Debbie, who shrugged, but I knew the answer.

“If you want to see me,” I said calmly as I undid the knot that held my towel around my waist, letting it fall to the floor. “You don’t have to sneak around like this. Just ask.”

Watching Debbie trying not to look at me was erotic as hell. It was like there were two forces working on Debbie; one making her head turn toward the ceiling and the other pulling her head down to look at my cock.

“Do you want to touch it?” I asked, lifting the meaty tool up for her, but she shook her head and took a step back. “I think you want to.”

Debbie looked like she was hyperventilating, so I took a step backward and waited a minute. I started calmly pulling on my cock, stretching out fulya escort the flaccid organ under Debbie’s eyes. Apparently Debbie had given up trying not to look at my cock because she seemed hypnotized by me pulling on it.

“You’re like – my grandfather,” Debbie said.

“I know, but that didn’t stop you from spying on me all this time. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it would be nice if you let me look at you too,” I suggested, feeling my cock start to tingle. “After all, I haven’t seen an 18 year old girl naked in almost 50 years. Especially one as cute as you. Why don’t you take off your blouse and stay awhile?”

Debbie actually brought her hands down to the bottom of the shirt, and for a minute I thought she was going to do it, but she let go and took a deep breath.

“Can’t. I have to empty the dishwasher.”

“Oh. Well, how about later then? You could always come back over.”

“Mom and Dad go to bed around 9:30,” Debbie said.

“I’ll be here. Are you going to come back over?”

“Maybe,” Debbie said, and I stepped back and let her run back to the house.

***

“Now where were we?” I said, smiling as I unsnapped the clasp and let my pajamas drop to my ankles, and I could hear Debbie exhale from across the room as my cock got her attention once more.

“Now I know you’ve seen these before,” I told Debbie as I wiggled my cock a little.

“Yeah, but yours is so big.”

Debbie sounded just like my late wife did over 40 years ago, and there’s no denying that I’m very well endowed, not that it ever got me laid more than the average young guy. In fact, I think my John Holmes-like cock scared off more than it attracted, because many females just liked to look back in the day. Maybe Debbie was one of them.

The fact that I wasn’t circumcised added to the visual effect, or so I had been told, and in addition, on a whim I had shaved my pubic hair off years ago as a protest to some of it turning grey, and it never really grew back, so now without the jungle all of my cock was all visible.

“You like big men?” I asked, and Debbie shrugged her shoulders.

“Would you like to see it get bigger?” I said playfully. “Lift up your nightie for me.”

“Don’t be shy?” I asked softly, my cupped hand pulling on my cock as I watched Debbie debate with herself. “As a matter-of-fact I’ve been thinking all evening about how beautiful you must be. Lift your nightie up for me. Just a little.

Debbie isn’t much more than 5’2″ or so, and she looked even smaller than that now. I could see her nipples poking at the fabric, and although she didn’t have big breasts the nipples seemed large. How I wanted to see them – see all of her. Lift it up, I kept thinking, hoping that telepathically she would hear me. Slowly – painfully slowly – Debbie’s hands took the bottom of the nightie and lifted it up from where it was on her upper thigh.

“That’s it, baby,” I said, sighing as the nightie came up to her waist, exposing a delightful triangle of rich dark brown hair.

“Oh, that’s so nice,” I exclaimed. “I was hoping that you weren’t one of those girls that shave or wax. I don’t like looking at little girls. I love the look of a woman. A real woman. Look what you’re doing to me.”

Debbie didn’t have to be told, because she had been staring at my cock as it stiffened in my hand, and now I was nearly erect. I slid the foreskin down, exposing the head of my cock, and as I stroked myself I asked my granddaughter to lift the nightie higher.

Debbie’s waist was a little bit on the thick side, and her hips were full as well, giving her a slight pear shape. Debbie lifted the nightie with a slowness that was almost painful, but she finally did it.

I smiled at the sight of my granddaughter’s apple-sized breasts, and the crimson aureoles were plump and covered a great deal of the breasts.

Debbie finally lifted the nightie over her head and off, and now we were both naked, staring at each other from across the room. My cock hadn’t been this hard in years, and I had to stop stroking it for fear I would cum. Now I just sprang around in front of me while I tried to get Debbie to come closer.

“That’s it, Debbie,” I said, holding my hand out and beckoning her to close closer. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

I held my arms open for Debbie, and when she got close I tried not to stab her with my cock. How special this was, hugging my granddaughter and feeling her soft skin as our naked bodies touched.

“You’re so pretty, Debbie,” I said as I looked down at my granddaughter as she buried her face in my chest. “You feel so nice against me. You’re not a virgin, are you Debbie?”

“No,” Debbie gebze escort whispered.

“How many guys have you done it with?” I asked.

“You won’t tell on me, will you?” she asked.

“Of course not,” I said, and the thought that my naked granddaughter thought I held some sort of moral high-ground was amusing in a way.

“Four.”

“Four guys?” I said, trying to keep my voice level despite my surprise at her promiscuity. “Lucky guys. Classmates of yours?”

“One was,” Debbie said. “The other three were older.”

“Older? Like in college?”

“No. Older like, you know. You.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. Kinda weird huh? Guys my age don’t do anything for me.”

“Anybody I know?” I asked as I tried to think of who around here was diddling my granddaughter.

“Probably. I can’t tell you who though.”

“I don’t want you to,” I said. “That wouldn’t be nice. It’s just funny that you would run into guys my age like that.”

“I dunno. It just happened. This lady invited me to her house to show me something, and the next thing I knew, her and her husband were…”

“Her and her husband?” I said. “You mean, you’ve been with another woman?”

“You probably think I’m a slut. don’t you Grandpa?”

“No, honey,” I said. As I was about to reassure her about that, I suddenly cried out, “Oh!”

My exclamation came from feeling Debbie’s hand wrap around my cock, which was at her side, and as she stroked it I had to fight to keep from erupting.

“Does that make your excited, Grandpa? Debbie asked as her hand slid up and down the shaft of my member. “That lady and man doing all sorts of naughty things to me? Stuff I didn’t even know about?”

“Yes,” I grunted.

Debbie looked up at me for approval before suddenly going to down to her knees.

“Omigod,” I groaned when I looked down and saw Debbie kneeling before me, holding my cock in her fist, and when she started licking the tip of it while pumping the shaft with both hands I nearly lost it.

“Debbie!” I said. “I can’t – gonna cum!”

My knees buckled as I felt my orgasm surged through my loins, a sensation so powerful that I almost fainted. My cock was erupting, spurting gobs of cum all over my little Debbie’s face, and not only didn’t see try to avoid it, she seemed to be trying to cover her face with my load.

I must have had that load saved up for years, because I kept cumming and cumming while Debbie’s fists yanked on my cock savagely. Then Debbie put my cock in her mouth and started sucking on the head of my member, which seemed to inspire another wave of my orgasm.

Finally, I had to ease my butt down on the bed which luckily was behind me. Debbie was still on her knees, jacking me off and trying to stuff my deflating cock down her throat while my cum drooled slowly down her pretty face.

“Oh, Debbie,” I said, almost having to yank her mouth off of my cock, and even after I managed to do that she kept pulling on the rubbery hose, seeming to be especially fascinated by my foreskin, which she kept nibbling on with her lips and teeth.

“Did I do good, Grandpa?” Debbie asked, looking up at me with her doe-like eyes out of place on her semen-encrusted face.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” I said, grabbing my pajama bottoms and wiping some of my semen off of her. “It’s just been so long.”

Debbie smiled and lifted up my limp cock, licking the underside before putting it in her mouth and moving her lips down the wrinkled shaft until her mouth was planted around the thick base of my shaft.

I shook my head as Debbie looked up at me before letting her lips slid back up to the tip. Obviously my little granddaughter had done that before to other guys, because she was doing things to my member that it had never experienced before.

“Get up here, baby,” I said, reaching down and pulling her up onto the bed. “Let me see you.”

Debbie had a mischievous look on her face, and when I brushed some of her curly brown hair from away from her cheek she giggled, pulling her hand back over her shoulders.

My eyes strayed to Debbie’s underarms, which were exposed with the raising of her arms. I did what I had always wanted to do, letting the back of my index finger slide up and down the moist and lightly scented hollow, the pale skin I had gazed at this morning at breakfast now coated with a faint and dense 5 o’clock shadow.

“Grandpa!” Debbie said with a giggle, blushing but not lowering her arms, instead letting me continue to stroke her sweet armpits.

“You like that?” I asked. “You are a furry little thing.”

“I shaved this morning.”

“I know,” I said. “I saw how soft and smooth they were this gültepe escort morning. I like it this way better. Your man friends ever do this to you?”

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her underarm, and after a brief giggle I heard Debbie say, “One did.”

“How about this?” I asked, letting my tongue slide all over, savoring the light sand-papery feel against my tongue and ignoring the faded lavender scent of soap.

“Yes,” Debbie laughed. “You old guys are really kinky.”

“You’re so sweet, baby,” I said softly, moving over and taking her plump nipple in my mouth and feeling it swell and harden immediately.

Going back and forth, I sucked on her titties, kneading and massaging the perfect handfuls while Debbie held me close to her, her breath hot on my neck.

“Wanna fuck me, Grandpa?” Debbie asked, and even though her vulgarity shocked me, the words sent a chill down my spine.

“I can’t honey,” I said, pulling myself away from my granddaughter.

“It’s okay,” Debbie said, nodding furiously. “I won’t tell.”

“It’s not that,” I said, and at that moment that wasn’t it. “It’s just that, I’m an old man. I just had an orgasm. A wonderful orgasm.”

“Don’t you think I’m fuck-able?”

“Fuck-able?” I asked, never having heard that word, but if it was a word, Debbie surely was that. “Of course you are, it’s just that I can’t again – not that fast.”

“Don’t you have those pills?” Debbie asked. “The ones that give you four hour wood?”

“Viagra?” I asked. “No. Can’t say that I’ve ever needed it. I’m up here all alone most of the time. What reason…”

“I need it, Grandpa,” Debbie pleaded. “See?”

Debbie took my hand and brought it down between her legs, right the the thick jungle of hair between her legs. A jungle that was dripping wet around the opening.

“How about this?” I asked, moving her backward until the backs of her legs were against the edge of my mattress, and then she went down on the bed, falling on her back as I dove between her plump thighs.

I was like an animal, all thoughts of teasing Debbie with some erotic and sensuous foreplay disappearing as soon as the smell of her pussy hit my face. The musky stench that poured out from the lips of her hairy snatch filled my head as my nose went into her sex.

I was lapping – lapping at her like she was my first, and the more I ate her out the crazier I got, much of that emotion coming from Debbie’s writhing on the bed as I ground myself into the bedding.

Hard. I was actually getting hard, and while I wasn’t nearly as stiff as I was before, I was getting close. Quickly – or as fast as a guy my age can move – I got up on my knees and put my semi-turgid cock into her wet slit and pushed into her.

Tight. If I was rock hard it would have been easier, but once I got a little bit of me into my granddaughter, the tightness made me more erect, and by the time I had fully impaled Debbie I was tingling all over.

“FUCK!” Debbie screamed as started to thrust in and out of her, her facial gestures and rolling eyes making it clear what she was feeling, and soon I was thrusting in and out like a machine.

Debbie’s teeth sank into my collarbone when she first came, her arms clenched around my neck as I pounded into her, and the wet squishing sounds that filled the room were overshadowed my Debbie’s animal-like noises.

She came again a few moments later, a much calmer orgasm, and by then I was running out of gas. I wondered whether I should find out if she was on the pill or something, but my orgasm would not wait at the point, so I shot my load deep into her womb.

Probably not much of a shot of anything happening reproductively, I figured, well after popping my nut inside of her, but the thought of my seed going into Debbie gave me a lot of mixed emotions.

“Ooh!” Debbie cried out as my now-limp dick slithered out of her, but it wasn’t by choice.

“I have to get back to the house,” Debbie said, ending my gentle exploration of her body. “I’ll be back tomorrow night though, if that’s okay?”

“More than okay,” I assured her.

“Look over at my bedroom window in about ten minutes,” Debbie said before leaving, and I did just that.

I saw the curtain open and the light go on, with Debbie standing there naked in all of her glory. I stood there in the window naked as well, spreading the curtains as I turned the dim light on.

“Nasty girl,” I said after watching Debbie put her left hand between her legs while her right hand squeezed her tit, and I started pulling on my cock in response.

Debbie smiled as she watched me playing with myself there, and it was getting interesting until I saw the back porch light go on. I dove behind the curtains as Debbie’s mother came out to fill a bird feeder, and that ended the night as far as I was concerned. Tomorrow was another day, though, and I needed all of my rest to keep up with my granddaughter, that much was for sure.

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Five a.m. Monday morning; damn I hate Mondays!

The only good thing about this Monday is that I awoke wrapped in the arms and legs of a very beautiful young blonde. I swear that I heard her purring as I gazed at her angelic face. Britt was the consummate snuggler and grumbled sleepily as I reached over to swat at the alarm clock.

“Jeez Louise, can that thing be any fuckin’ louder?” she groaned.

I had to laugh, which only made her grumpier, fluffing her pillow into submission.

We’d met just two days ago and had quickly fallen into a highly sexual and comfortably familiar relationship. I hesitate to use the ‘relationship’ word, but that seemed to be where it was headed.

Britt, her first year of college under her belt, was a ‘prim and proper’ lady. That’s her description anyway. The Britt I knew so far is a gorgeous, gregarious woman with a hell of a potty-mouth. I should clarify that by saying that the expletives seem to flow mainly when she is in the throes of an orgasmic nature; and evidently when she is woken too early.

After finally getting around to doing some test shots for a potential newspaper ad, Britt and I retreated to my bedroom for the remainder of the evening and night. The day had been a sexual marathon and I for one, was feeling it, but neither of us was willing to let the day end.

We managed to scrounge enough finger food to get us through the last meal of the day. Naked and huddled together under the down comforter, we fed each other and watched some movie on the big- screen hung on my bedroom wall. Neither of us could tell you what the movie was, or even if we saw the end of it.

Our physical appetite sated, we pacified our sexual longing with what I would define as ‘making love’. Not the bone bruising, lustful pursuit of sexual liberation, but a slow, deliberate, almost spiritual event. For seemingly hours, we explored one another, caressing, kissing, scrutinizing. Reaching the peak was of no concern; this was about the journey.

“C’mon my little kitten, one of us has to get up and go to work,” I said as I extricated myself. She groaned again in protest and rolled over. I gave her a little swat on the butt and then kissed it ‘all better’; the purring resumed.

Halfway through my shower, she joined me, her bright blue eyes, a little foggy still. She hugged me from behind, holding herself upright until the warm water rousted her completely. Now fully awake, she inched around to face me and buried her face in my chest, “Purrrr.” I hugged her tighter, gave her butt a little squeeze.

“So what are you up to today,” I asked as I massaged mango-scented body-wash up and down her delectable backside.

“Well, I guess I need to look around for a job until my modeling career takes hold,” she teased.

“Well, I’ll see what I can do to help make that happen. I’ll take those test shots to John today and see what he thinks.”

“Be sure to tell him that you have two other equally gorgeous girls that would be more than willing to model too,” she said as she soaped up her C-cups, pinching her nipples and winking.

“I can’t really make that claim, because I haven’t seen them yet. I’m just taking your word for it,” I replied.

Britt stepped up to me with soapy hands, “Well,” she said, fondling my dick; “Gina is a little taller than me and has bigger tits than me and her butt sticks out a little further.” My dick swelled as she continued. “She has long black hair that hangs past her butt and is very pretty. She has darker skin, cuz her mom’s family is Italian.” Britt continued a slow caress. “Oh yeah, and her pussy is shaved smooth as a babies butt and is sweet as candy.”

My cock jerked and I asked myself, “sweet as in demeanor or sweet as in taste?”

Britt smiled and continued. “And then there’s Kate. She’s as cute as can be. She is about five feet tall and can’t weigh 100 lbs. Her mom is from the Philippines; her hair is jet black and hangs to about the middle of her back.”

My mind was drawing a picture and my cock appreciated my and Britt’s efforts.

“She has the cutest little tits, no more than a mouthful, and her sweet little pussy is shaved too.”

There was that word ‘sweet ‘again.

Britt leaned in and kissed me, never relinquishing her hold, “So trust me, I would never disappoint you.”

A few more strokes and her tongue roving my mouth and I shot my load onto her belly. Britt stepped back, still squeezing the life out of me, and watched my seed roll down to her slit.

“That reminds me,” as she rubbed my cum into her mound, “I need to go by the health center and get back on birth control.”

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

Thank God it was a slow work day because my mind was everywhere but work. The last two days were like a fantasy come true and this morning in the shower was, well, you know. Britt’s physical description of her two comely roommates was an incredible tease and I have to admit that I can’t give myself that good a hand-job.

I dropped by John’s new store and showed him the pictures of Britt and told him my ideas on his advertising piece. He had kağıthane escort a copy of the requirements from the paper and it all seemed to make sense. The paper obviously had censorship rights, so we had to be somewhat careful, but all the clothes John had on the rack were pretty mainstream. Certainly nothing like that small collection of string and fabric that Britt first wore. Those pics would have to remain in my private collection. John liked the idea of using multiple models. “I know you said you would shoot the pictures to build your portfolio, but I can’t afford to pay the girls much,” John said.

“I’m sure we can work out something. I think the girls might work for trade and if it’s any help, I know that all three are looking for summer jobs.”

“I just have one part-timer now,” he said, “and I really shouldn’t be on the floor. A lecherous old man selling skimpy swimwear probably isn’t the best marketing tactic.”

I laughed and had to agree. “When I think about it, most of the salespeople for women’s wear are women, except for shoes for some reason. If it works for you, I’ll bring the girls by and we can pick the clothes that will be in the ad.”

“That’d be great. Thanks for all your help with this George. Hopefully you’ll get something out of it too.”

“I’m sure we’ll all be rewarded in the long-run,” I said as my imagination kicked into a higher gear.

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

I swung into a little seafood deli on the bay for some lunch when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number and answered, “Uh..this is George.”

I heard a little snort and then in a low, falsetto, “Uh..this is Brittany,” with giggling in the background.

Shaking my head, with a smile I asked, “Hey Britt, how are you?”

“Still a little sore; the girls asked if I went horseback riding this weekend;”more giggling in the background.

“So what are you girls up to?”

“Oh the girls, yeah, well we were out job-hunting and I mentioned the photo shoot and the ad to Gina and Kate.”

“So you told them about coming to my place, huh?”

“Well, yeah, they were a little worried that I didn’t let them know where I was last night.” Then in a whisper, “but I didn’t tell them everything.” A burst of laughter, then, “Gina, shut the fuck up,” followed by more laughter.

“I’m sorry George; Gina’s got a case of the terminal giggles. Anyway…the girls thought that it might be fun and if we can swing the clothes deal that would be cool too.”

“That’s great. John was impressed by the pictures and he liked the idea of multiple models. Oh yeah, and I don’t know how your job-hunting is going, but there is the possibility that John may be looking for someone to work in the store.”

“Oh, that would be great. Hooter’s is hiring, so we went over there to apply. I think Gina and I could get spots right away, but I think Kate’s tits are too small.” Slap. Giggle. “Ouch, hey; it’s not my fault they want fully developed women.”

“Hey,” I heard as her cell phone bounced to the ground. More laughing ensued and I imagined a little dark-haired, small-breasted girl climbing all over Britt, a tickle-attack in full force. “Okay, Okay.” I heard Britt, out of breath, in the background; “you know I like your little titties.”

A little more laughter and then Britt picked the phone up, “Hello, George? Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here”

“Oh; good. Anyway, I don’t think any of us will be a Hooter’s girl. The place seems a little smarmy, and the nylons and tight shorts and shirts; I don’t know, it’s just not us.”

“Yeah,” I answered, “tight shorts, tight shirts, big cleavage; sounds terrible.”

“Oh hush, but if you’re nice, I might get an outfit just for you,” she whispered intimately. “Little, tight orange shorts that crawl up my butt; and a tight little muscle-t with my nipples poking out…mmm.”

“Okay, hang on while I put down the phone; I need to adjust my shorts now,” I said.

“Oh jeez; Okay, what’s the plan. Do we need to go to the shop and pick up the clothes for the shoot?” Britt asked.

“Yeah, probably after I get off work. It can’t happen today because I have a late appointment with an interior designer for a job. I’m not sure what time that’ll be over.”

“Well, can we go over to John’s store and pick out the clothes for the shoot?”

“I suppose that would work. I was hoping to put my two-cents in on what you wear, but I suppose John knows what he needs to push. And, maybe one of you can land a job. I don’t know what he’s paying, but I know he’s a straight-shooter.”

“Alright honey,” she said, “call me when you get done with work. I’d like to see you again,” then whispered,” soon…purrr.”

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

The remainder of the afternoon drug on. Thoughts of the weekend past; and a purring sound rattling around in my brain. I finally finished up with the interior designer around 7 p.m. I’d never worked with the guy before and by the end of the meeting, I got the distinct feeling he was hitting on me. It didn’t really bother me that much, except kartal escort I wondered why he thought I swung that way. Maybe I need to start wearing looser jeans.

On my way home, I gave Britt a call. “Hi Britt; I finally got finished up and my brain is just mush. This designer is a real piece of work.”

“Oh poor baby,” she replied. “Maybe what you need is a massage and a little time in the steam bath,” she hinted. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, I haven’t even given it a thought.”

“Well, we pretty well cleaned out your cupboard last night. How about if I swing in somewhere and get something to-go and bring it over?”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you. Do you like Chinese?”

“Love it,” she answered, “but nothing too spicy.”

“Okay, if you don’t mind then, I’ll call in an order to Golden Pagoda over on 5th and Elm. It’s on the way to my place and they know me well. I’ll buy if you’ll fly.”

Britt giggled,” How can I refuse? I invite myself over and you pay.”

“Well, you did mention something about a massage.”

“Ah, “she said in her version of an oriental accent. “Ah, you want happy ending with that?”

“Yes p-p-please,” I stuttered.

“Good,” she purred. “I’ll see you soon.”

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

I left the big rolling door of my warehouse/home open. One day I need to get that motorized.

I had called the Golden Pagoda on my way home and I heard Britt pull up to my front door about 30 minutes after I got in.

I went out to give her a hand with dinner. “It’s in the backseat,” she said, but not before giving me a toe-curling kiss. “I missed you today,” she whispered as we hugged, my hands firmly planted on her butt.

“I missed you too,” I answered, as I watched her open the back door of her SUV and bend over to reach in for the food. Her butt cheeks peeked out the bottom of her cut-offs, and her taut thighs and calves were well…just perfect. I wanted to just run my hands up and down them.

“Do you think you ordered enough food?” she asked as she pulled out two large bags.

“I like the variety,” I answered as I grabbed one of the bags. “And it’s good leftovers.”

I led her into the house; “Let me go close the big door,” I said, running out to close up the warehouse. I didn’t want one of the local regulars wandering in, looking for a place to camp out and I like the idea of living somewhat covertly here in a business district.

When I got back in the house, Britt had the food on the island and plates and silverware out. “Do you have any tea?” she asked. “The only time I have hot tea is with Chinese; it’s just part of the meal.”

“It’s in the pantry, upper left. I’ll get the water on,” as I slipped by her, grabbing a little butt on the way.

Britt squealed and jumped and took a half-hearted swat at me.

Water on; I stepped up behind her as she searched the pantry. I wrapped my arms around her and she ground her butt into my crotch. “So, how did you girl’s make out at John’s shop this afternoon?” as I kissed her neck.

Britt discontinued her searching; her hands drawing my embrace up until my hands rested on her breasts. I thumbed her nipples through the material as she purred and writhed against me.

We were rudely interrupted by the whistling of the kettle. I begrudgingly relinquished my hold on her and turned to shut off the stove. Britt had to lean into the pantry, stretching out on her tip-toes to reach the tea. From now on, all her favorites go to the top shelf.

With the tea steeping, we sat at the island and began digging into the various wire-handled take-out boxes. Golden Pagoda never fails. The eggrolls are always fresh and the hot and sour soup isn’t too spicy. Britt had never had Beggar’s Chicken, which is a stuffed chicken that is wrapped in dough and baked. We also had a Lo Mein, a Sweet and Sour Shrimp and some Twice Cooked Pork. I think one of my favorite things about GP is that they give you the customary fortune cookies; but on top of that, they give you these incredible almond cookies.

While we ate, Britt answered my question about the girl’s outing to John’s store.

“It was fun and John’s a nice guy. I don’t know who picked out his inventory, but he has some pretty nice stuff. It is primarily swimwear and cover-ups, but he also has some nice casual wear and even some cute little dresses.

“Any little orange shorts?” I asked.

“No,” she laughed, stabbing at a shrimp. “John picked out a few bikinis, some shorts and shirts and he has some really cute sandals. I think we have about eight different outfits each.”

“Wow, that should be plenty to work with. When do you girls want to get together and shoot?”

“Well, you tell us. As of now, none of us have jobs, but I think John may want to give Kate a try. They seemed to hit it off. I think Kate really misses her father, who I think is a bit older, like John.”

That’s good to hear,” I replied. “I haven’t known John that long, but I think he’s a pretty good guy. He was widowed a few years back and I know he has grown kids, but küçükçekmece escort I’ve never met them. He lives alone there at the beach and likes to think he’s a player, but he knows better.” I smiled.

“Yeah, we sensed a little of that when we first came into the store, but when we introduced ourselves, he shifted gears and tried to be all business. It didn’t keep him from flirting a little, offering to help us try on the bikinis,” smiling while she sipped her tea. “I think we got him back a little when we crowded into one dressing room and fooled around while we got changed. I imagine what he heard coming from the dressing area got his heart and maybe other parts pumping.” She giggled and reached under the bar to give me a little squeeze.

Shifting in my seat, “Well, the sooner the better on the shoot. I think I’ll do them all with just white or gray backgrounds since I’m sure everything you have is pretty colorful. How about tomorrow after I get off work? I’ll even spring for dinner.”

“Perfect,” she said, “but how about if we bring something over to make. We don’t need to spend a lot of money, and I noticed you have a grill so we could do some steaks, or maybe some fish?”

“Anything you girls want is fine. Do Gina and Kate drink wine or anything?”

“You know what I like,” as she squeezed me again. “Wine would be fine. Both girls, but mostly Kate, get pretty wound up on anything harder than that.”

“Sounds like a plan then. Remind me to give you the combination of the lock on the big door, just in case you girls beat me here tomorrow.”

We took our cookies and tea to the couch; “You should save the almond cookie for last,” I advised her. “I’ve been trying to get them to tell me where they get them, but so far, no luck,” laughing.

“Do you do the fortune cookie thing?” she asked as she snuggled up to me.

“What’s that,” I asked.

“You know, where you read the fortune and then add ‘in bed’ to the end, as she ran her hand up and down my thigh.

“Okay, you first,” I said. I returned the leg rub, but had the better deal because of her cut-offs. I was still wearing my 501’s.

Britt smiled as she cracked open the cookie and read it. “Some Pursue Happiness; You Create It…In Bed.”

I turned to her and kissed her; “Best fortune ever.”

“Okay, now read yours.”

“Alright, let’s see; “Love Takes Practice…In Bed.”

“Now THAT is the best fortune ever,” she said, kissing me hard while her hand had a hold of me through my jeans. “Let’s go practice!”

“Whoa,” I said as she tried to drag me up off the couch. “I haven’t had my other cookie yet.”

Britt looked down at me with a bit of indignation. Her miffed look then became mischievous. She let go of my hand, reached down and slid her shorts to the floor. A hot pink, tiny g-string covered the pussy I had come to worship.

Britt stepped up onto the couch, straddling me, my face dead-even with the hot pink triangle. She looked down at me as I watched her pull the fabric swatch sideways. “Here’s your other cookie mister,” she said, as she fed me her pussy.

“Eat me,” she growled as she held the back of my head, humping my face.

I grabbed her by the ass and rocked her up and down, my tongue probing inside her slit while my nose rubbed her clit. “Ah, fuck yeah, eat my pussy,” she moaned as I tongue fucked her and her juices ran down my chin. I spread her ass cheeks wide and drove my tongue so deep; I thought I would dislocate my jaw.

After a couple minutes, my jaw was starting to hurt, but I wasn’t going to stop until she got her ‘fortune’. I moved up and concentrated on licking her clit and slowly slid one finger, and then another inside her dripping pussy.

“Oh baby, that feels so good! Finger-fuck me baby! C’mon, lick my clit, fuck me!”

Britt gyrated on my face as I plunged my fingers in and out. My other hand ran up and down her back and over her ass, slipping into the crack to graze over her puckered star.

After a couple small spasms, it was time to go for broke. I captured her clit gently between my teeth and ran my tongue over the tip as I curled my fingers back and made contact with her g-spot and pressed firmly.

“FFFUUUCCKKK…..!” she screamed as she pushed my face hard against her quaking sex. She convulsed and I was drenched, juices running down to my elbow and down my chin, onto my chest. I slowed my assault and released the prisoner from between my lips. Britt freed my head from her grip and leaned onto the wall behind the couch, catching her breath.

“Fuck me…..I have never…,” as she slid down to sit in my lap, facing me.

“Oh baby, are you okay?” seeing my soaked and reddened face.

She tentatively licked some of herself off my face. “Is that me? Did I….?” a questioning worried look on her face.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and laid a wet one, and I do mean wet one, on her. “Yeah, I think that’s called squirting, or in your case, drenching,” I said as I continued to share my reward with her.

She licked around her lips and then gathered more of herself from my chin and neck. Looking at the mess, she said,” I have never had that happen before. I would have remembered this,” amazed at how wet my shirt was. I lifted my hand up to show her further flood damage and she took my fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean, grinding her ass into my crotch.

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Jake paced the floor of his apartment…back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He was waiting for his mom to show up. Ever since her divorce from his dad 6 months ago she had been running all over the country. She met men she had first met on the internet and was looking for a permanent relationship…or so she said. None of these guys seemed permanent to him. He just hoped she was being careful.

She’d had one close call with a guy that showed up at the motel with a large metal suitcase. She had felt uneasy about it and when he went to sleep, she gathered her things and crept out of the room, down to her car and left…never to look back. When she told Jake these things, he felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to reach out and pull her to him and tell her he’d take care of her. He always had anyway. His dad was always out of the country (or so he said) and she had devoted all her time on ‘her little man’ Jake.

Jake had played the man of the house for as long as he could remember and he was 25 years old now. His mom. She was just that, she was HIS! He didn’t like sharing her with anyone, especially someone he didn’t know. He was not sure what he would do if anyone hurt her. They had been joined at the ..hip?…no, more like at the breast. She had let him nurse her until he was…7?…no that’s not true. Truth be known he still nursed her occasionally. She usually had a couple of drinks but they both enjoyed it so what was the harm.

Well, tonight he was going to have to talk to her. Yeah, that’s it. He’d just lay down the law to her. No more running around with strange men. The doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

He moved to the door and opened it. There stood ‘MOM’. Dressed to the hilt and looking as beautiful as ever. The dress she wore almost covered those delicious breasts. She dropped istanbul escort her bags and packages outside the door and reached up to put both arms around him and kissed his neck.

“Jakey, how are you? Are you eating well? You look thin.”

Jake smiled and hugged her back and answered “Yeah mom, I’m fine. I really missed you though. Let me get your bags and stuff in here for you. Your room is all ready”.

He picked up her bags and luggage and followed her to the back of the apartment. “I really missed you mom. Did you have a fun trip?”

“Oh yes Jake. Tom is so nice. He took me all over Denver. It’s a fascinating place…but (she whispered) just between you and me, its way too cold there”

Jake laughed and hugged her again. He wanted to feel her breasts against him. Damn, he wanted to taste them. His mom wore a 44DD bra so they were ample.

“Why don’t you lay down and rest for a while and we’ll go out to eat later,”

“Sounds good” she replied. “Why don’t you lay down with me darlin’ and we can chat until I fall asleep.”

Hesitantly he said “sure mom. Just like old times? He ask with a glint in his eves.

“If you like?” was all she said. If you are busy, it’s ok.”

She sat down on the bed against the headboard and reached behind her and loosened her bra. She opened the front buttons on her blouse, unsnapped the hooks on her bra and pulled it off. ‘Mom’ waited for Jake to get comfortable with his head in her lap. She picked up one large breast and guided it to his mouth. Jake sucked until he felt a warm liquid fill his mouth. He could still bring her milk in. He drank and licked. But this time it was different.

He looked up to see his mom watching him. He reached up and pulled her head down to his mouth and kissed her. kabataş escort Gently at first and then firmly, hard, demanding, pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her tongue and letting her taste her milk in his mouth. His cock was making movements in his pants… throbbing, swelling, reacting to those breasts and the kiss. He was turned on. He raised her skirt and kissed her belly under it.

Then moved his way down her belly to the muff of hair around her pussy. Licking and tasting and listening to her groan, He got up and took his shirt and pants off. Then his shorts. He had a full load that was going to need a home. His mom looked at him and smiled.

“I never dreamed you had gotten to be such a big boy, Jake”.

Jake smiled and said “you’re about to mom.”.

Trying to adjust herself to what was about to happen, she responded to him “Do you think we should do this Jake?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He pulled her skirt and panties down around her ankles, she raised her feet and he pulled them off and threw them on the floor. “We are going to anyway..right or wrong.”.

“No Jake, I don’t think we should.” It was almost a question.

Jake pulled her off the bed and down to a kneeling position in front of him and, taking a hand full of her reddish brown hair, pulled her head over to his cock. He guided his cock to her mouth and she opened her mouth without him even asking her to. A shock wave went thru him as she ran her tongue up and down his cock. He was on fire.

He removed his swollen cock from her mouth and helped her back on the bed. He reached down and rubbed her pussy to see if she was wet. She was oozing wetness. He climbed on top of her….fondling her breast and her pussy at the same time. He found her nipple and suckled her again as he put kadıköy escort his hot pulsating cock against the entrance into her sex. He pushed and it easily slid in. In and out, In and out. All the time sucking those wonderful, tits. Tits and ass all hot for him.

She just kept saying, “this isn’t right, It’s just not right”

“Shut up mom,” was all he could get out.

As the pressure built up in him he could feel her responding to him. He pulled his cock out and turned her over…She was trying to cover herself with the sheet and he jerked the it from her and threw it on the floor. He placed his cock at the entry of her ass. He pulled back and put one finger in….then two. His mom tried to get away from him, telling him it hurt. He got up and went to his bathroom and came back with a lubricant. She felt him applying the lubricant to her reluctant anus and started to relax. Then he put his cock back in place and pushed, She screamed and as he moved in and out of her, she seemed to adjust to it.

“You can’t get pregnant this way” he whispered in her ear. “Just relax.”

She tried, but not completely. “Jake please don’t” she begged.

He felt himself almost ready to cum. He groaned and then exploded into her, filling her ass with his seed. He rolled off her in exhaustion. She turned over and lay on her back again. He was out of breath but her breasts were still so tempting that he leaned over and kissed each of them. He pulled her over toward him, guiding the closest breast into his mouth. The milk was so warm and tasted as good as he remembered. His mom lay there on the bed stroking his hair and trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. Her own son had just had sex with her and she had let him. What would others think? She had actually enjoyed having sex with her own son. But noone could ever know. Not her ex, or her other son or her daughter.

Jake pulled back off her breast and looked at her. “It’s OK, mom. Danny will be here later. Maybe we could let him in on it. See you didn’t have to run all over the country looking for sex. It was right here all the time.”

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It’s late at night and I’m waiting for you. You make me mad when you keep me waiting, but on this occasion, the anticipation is killing me. It’s driving me crazy in a different way altogether. I feel so hungry for you, and I miss your touch so much.

I slip off my clothes, exposing my breasts to the cool air, and wait for you to join me online. I clutch my laptop when your name shows up on my screen, and before long I can see you, tired from work. I tell you that I’m naked, and I wished you were here right next to me.

“Please baby, I want to see your tits,” you say, but I tease you, stroking my collar bones with my hand and biting my lip.

You’re lying on your side in bed, leaning on your elbow with your face cupped in your masculine hands.

I notice your arm is moving off the screen and quickly realise that, you too, are naked. I glance at your perfect collar bones and your toned shoulders, and then I imagine what I can’t see off screen. Your manly pecs, your smooth tanned torso, your… Oh. I bite my lip. Your thick hard cock. It excites to me know that right now it’s exposed, but I feel taunted as I can’t see it.

“Show me your dick,” I say with a mischievous smile, as I watch you mimic me in stroking your chest.

The webcam moves to the right, showing me your hot body and your erect penis. I instantly feel myself becoming wet as pulsations begin in my pussy. You’re rolling your cock in your hands, up and down, softly.

Oh halkalı escort I wish so much that I could be touching you right now. Feeling your dick against my body. Your hard shaft brushing against my torso, and then my chest, and then my neck as I slowly bend down and bring it to my mouth.

Without realising, I start to play with my erect nipples, rolling them in my fingers. I decide you have waited long enough, and take a step back from the webcam, showing you my pert, round tits as I massage them with my hands. I see your dick grow as, you too, bite your lip with excitement.

“You make me feel so horny,” you say, as you’re stroking your cock. “You’re so sexy.”

“I’m so wet too!” I say. I lower my voice, “and when you go to bed, I’ll be touching myself and thinking of you.”

You give me a cheeky smile and I know you will be doing the same. You tell me how you wish you could be with me, rubbing my clit and tasting my pussy, before giving me a good seeing to. I become even moister at the thought.

When we have finished speaking online, I am more than exhilarated, and waste no time bringing myself to sexual climax. I touch my sex and feel the wetness, which makes me even hornier. Whilst I’m slowly circling the tip of my clit, building the anticipation, I think of our nights together on the beach.

I think about us passionately kissing, and the first time you groped my breast. Before long your hand had crept harbiye escort its way down my stomach, and into my underwear, your finger rubbing my clit slowly and making me moan. I let out a moan now, imagining it is your hand touching me. Sliding around my wet pussy and sending bursts of electricity all around my wanting body.

Hurriedly whipping my silk panties down, I return my finger to my pussy and increase the speed and pressure the way you did.

Now I am thinking about that night again. You made me so wet with your fingers, and now it’s your tongues turn. Lying on the deck chair, I look down to watch you lapping up my juices. Enjoying my taste. Your tongue flicks over my lovebud ever so lightly, making me moan out loud and beg for more.

Watching the action happen turns me on, and finding a sex God like you between my thighs takes sexual stimulation to a whole other level.

In my bed now, I am mimicking your tongue, lightly touching the tip of my dripping wet clit and pretending it’s your tongue. My eyes are closed shut to make the sensation of you being here as real as possible. I long for you.

Before long the feeling overwhelms me and I take two fingers flat and begin to grind on my clit with more pressure, alternating between rubbing up and down and moving around my sex in circles, making it pulse with delight.

I think of the flat of your tongue, licking from my lower pussy all the way up to ikitelli escort the tip of my clit. The urge to fuck you is so strong in my mind. I am desperate for you inside me.

For now, the best I can do to substitute your solid member is my fingers. I take two and slip them into my soaking vagina, spreading my legs wide as though you’re really here, on top of me, fucking me hard.

I move my fingers in and out of myself powerfully, ensuring my fingertips grind against my g-spot, giving me the same feeling as when you were plummeting inside me, filling me up and making me scream. Memories of our time together on the beach remain clear in my head.

First you begin by screwing me good, your arms are either side of my head, holding you up whilst you plunge yourself inside of me. Before long the roles are switched, and I am on top, grinding my pelvis against yours.

“Do you like that baby?” I would groan as I watch the pleasure become apparent in your facial expression.I feel your pubic hair tickling my clit and this makes me moan so loud.

Putting more use into my legs, I begin to bounce up and down, riding your hard cock. You flip me over and do me from behind, slamming your pelvis against my ass, as I lower my shoulders to the deck chair and allow you deeper. Your thick cock is grating against my g-spot and I feel the tension building up inside of me.

Lying in my bed, and finger-fucking myself, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the peak. I withdraw my soaking wet fingers and vigorously rub my clitoris. I move from side to side and in circles, until I mentally explode and my body flinches as my pussy drips with cum.

I am lying so numb, so unable to move. You blow my mind, even when you’re not here.

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I was loading my car with items I had just bought, when I heard a voice across the car park calling my name, “Pete, Peter, over here!”

I turned my head towards the sound and could see a woman waving her arm and looking in my direction, “Pete hi, it’s me.”

It was my aunt, I’ve, well, we’ve never gotten along with each other, she hates me and I don’t really like her that much.

She thinks I’m a lazy slob, and I in turn think she’s a stuck up rich bitch. She does nothing but shop and spends her husband’s money.

She is forty four years old, slim, long blond hair, always wears short skirts to show off her tanned Shapley long legs. Her boobs, I think are around thirty four inches, and her waist is very slim, something like twenty four inches. She is very good looking, although I wouldn’t admit it to her face. She always has a tan. She goes to the gym every other day, has lunches with her friends, and plays tennis at a club, where I think she socialises more than actually play’s.

As for me, well, I’ve just turned nineteen, and I also do work out, but just twice a week. I work in a glazers shop fixing windows, cutting up glass all the usual things you expect in a glazing shop.

Anyhow, I make out that this is my aunt and walk over to her to see what she wanted. I get to her and said, “Hi aunt Catharine.”

She looked at me as if I was the hired help, “Stupid car won’t start, don’t know what’s wrong with it, and don’t care. Put these bags in your car and take me home?”

I huffed, as my shoulders dropped, I looked at her and said, “I have work to go to, I’ll be late, can’t you call uncle or the recovery people?”

“No, I’m not hanging around here, come on, come on; grab that bag over there.”

Looked like I had no choice again, so I picked up the bag on the ground and she was already halfway to my car. I slowly walked back to my car, and by this time she was already sitting in it.

I get into the driver’s seat and she asked, “Did you get the bags from the boot?”

I looked at her with despair, “What!”

“There’s a couple of bags in the boot. Go get them.”

Thinking to myself ‘for fuck sake,’ no please or will you. Just orders, like I’m her personal servant.

I retrieve the other bags and we drove off.

My aunt’s home was a bit off route for me, but as I said, I had no choice. Although a nice warm, sunny day outside, it was a cold air that filled the car, not from the air con either, all the way in the car on the journey to her place, nothing unusual for me; I was used to her being cold and unwelcoming. She never asks me how I am, how I’m doing at work, or anything about me, she just doesn’t care for me at all.

As if in a huff and angry with me she asked, “Why aren’t you at work anyway, have you got fired?”

I had the morning off, and was only required for the afternoon, but my reply to her was just a simple, “No.”

She shakes her head and makes ‘tut tut’ noises. Then everything was quite again, ten minutes later we arrived at her place. I unload the car, placing her bags on the ground.

“Don’t just leave them there stupid, bring them in!” Again tut’ing and walked off to the front door.

I took in the bags, and dropped them inside the front door, where I heard her shout out, “Bring them in here, the kitchen, don’t leave them there.”

I shout out to her, “I’m already late!”

Without even hearing what I said, she called out, “All of them, on the table here.”

I picked up the bags reluctantly, and took them through to the kitchen. Being in a mood and wanting to get out of there I quickly threw the bags onto the kitchen counter, where my aunt was standing across from.

A cry from my aunt, “Be careful with that one, it’s got the wine bottles in…”

As she said that, the bag landed with a crash. And a bottle broke tearing through the bag and splattered over my aunt, covering her top.

“Shit, sorry.” I looked at her.

“You fuckin stupid idiot, I told you to be careful. What’s the matter with you?” Aunt Catharine’s face looked as red as the wine stained top she was wearing.

She started to take her top off, and undid her bra, throwing them onto the counter. Grabbed hold of a hand towel and started to wipe her-self down.

I instinctively looked at her boobs, and thought ‘shit they were nice’. Beautifully round shape, tanned with no tan lines to show. I knew she wasn’t shy, she must bathe topless. The other thing that stuck out like a sore thumb, were her nipples, biggest I’d seen on any woman. She also had a diamond stud in her belly button, and I was pretty sure it was real.

She was wiping herself down almost like I wasn’t there. Then all of a sudden she looked up at me and said, “Have you never seen a pair of tit before, stupid boy?”

Well yes I have, but not hers.

I looked away, and apologised again. She must have stepped onto some glass, and I heard a loud, “Ouch, shit, fuck.”

And she asked, “Come round here, and give me a hand? My toe is bleeding.”

I walked round to her side and she put maltepe escort an arm around my shoulder. Lifted her foot up and picked out a splint of glass and dabbed her toe with the towel.

Her tit was pressing into my side; I could not help but look at it. Aunt Catharine caught me looking again and said, “You dirty little perve, just take me upstairs?”

We got to the top landing and she asked, “Take me into my bedroom, and fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom.”

I took her in and she sat on the bed. I ran into the bathroom to find the first aid kit and brought it to her.

She asked, “Does a stupid boy know how to dress a wound?”

I answered in a raised voice, “Yes, and I’m not stupid. I said I was sorry, okay!”

Aunt Catharine looked at me not in shock, but just amused I think, “My, my, little boy has a voice then,” and lightly patted me on my face.

I began to use the disinfectant and then apply a strip of plaster to her toe. And as I finished, she patted my face again, “Well done, you’re not as stupid as you come across, hey?”

I moved my face away in anger, and said again, “I’m not stupid, okay?”

Aunt Catharine then in a girly voice said, “Ah, there, there, have I touched a nerve?”

I could not help it but my eye’s looked back her tits. Obviously she saw me and said, “You really are a pervert, I’m sure you’ve seen better on your computer, have you not?”

Then out of the blue, she smiled and her hand flashed across to my groin, as she said, “What if I touch you here?”

She grabbed my cock and held on to it tightly, and said, “How do you feel now, stupid boy?”

As soon as she said that, the expression on her face went from a smile to one of amazement. Her eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

I could not move. I grabbed her by the wrist, and asked, “Please let go aunty?”

She didn’t let go, she squeezed harder, a broader smile appeared on her face, “Come on, tell aunty how it feels, stupid boy?”

I said nothing, staring at her. Again she squeezed, “Tell aunty how it feels?”

She was just antagonising me into saying something, but I didn’t know what she wanted to hear, so the first thing that came into my head was, “It feels good.” Why did I say that, I don’t know why I said that, shit!

Without letting go, but squeezing my cock in pulses, said, “Feels good does it? And does a stupid boy know how to use this thing?” still pulsing her fist.

My face was feeling flushed, “I said, I’m not stupid, don’t call me stupid.”

My cock was getting harder, and I said, “Yes I have a girlfriend!”

Aunty smiled, “O.. you have a girlfriend.”

Then she said, “Okay, I’ll tell you what, I won’t call you stupid, okay?”

I replied, “Okay.”

Aunt then carried on, “Okay, I won’t call you stupid, if…If, you show me this cock?”

I was stupefied, and replied, “What!!”

“Show me this cock?” squeezing it, “And I won’t call you stupid.”

“No, I, I, don’t think…”

Aunt squeezed it really hard, “I’m actually teasing you, Peter. I’m not asking you to show me this cock. I’m ordering you to. You’ve seen my tits, and now I want to see your cock! Okay?”

Her grip was getting a bit uncomfortable.

“Yeah, okay, okay.” I said.

She released it and then placed both hands behind her onto the bed, “Come on then, get it out?”

Her tits standing proud in front of her, god she looked nice. I kicked off my trainers, untied my belt buckle, dropped my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. I had boxers on underneath. But because I was hard, my cock-head was sticking out, well above the waistband and beyond my bellybutton. And because I had my tee shirt on, my aunt could not see it.

“Well done, now, okay, take your top off first?” My aunt asked.

I replied with an anxious question in my voice, “But you only asked to see my cock?”

“Don’t be so stupid, just take it off?”

I questioned her, “You said you won’t call me stupid?”

My aunt looked straight into my eyes with a very stern look on her face, “I said I won’t call you stupid if I see your cock! And I haven’t seen your cock yet stupid!”

She then raised her foot in front of my cock, indicating that she’d kick it, and asked, “Do you want this? Or are you taking your top off?”

I stepped back and said, “Okay, okay.” I took my tee shirt off, she saw my cock sticking out above my boxers.

A loud gasp from my aunty as she saw my cock; “Fuckin hell Peter, what the fuck is that?”

She leant forward, and pulled down my boxers, and another gasp, “Shit boy, remind me, how old are you?”

She knew how old I was but I answered her anyway, “Nineteen… I turned nineteen last month.”

Her eyes were straining in their sockets, she kept staring, “Is that you or have you strapped something on?”

I was lost for words, I wasn’t sure what she was asking, “I don’t know what you mean, what do you mean strapped on?”

“Never mind stu.. Just never mind!”

Aunty then grabbed my cock, with mecidiyeköy escort both hands one above the other, and there was still three to four inches still out.

Aunty started squeezing and stroking my cock and said, “Fuckin hell Peter, we’re going to have some fun with this.”

My voice a quiver, “You said you just wanted to see it?”

Aunty dropped to her knees and said, “I did say I wanted to see it. But that was just to make me stop calling you stu.. You know?”

Her hands took turns in moving from my cock-head down to the base of my cock. She licked the front of the cock-head and asked, “Has this been in anyone? Has it been in your girlfriend?”

I have had girlfriends, but we never did anything serious, blow jobs and hand jobs, lots of hand jobs, mainly by me wanking, I suppose not that unusual, so, yes I was still a virgin.

I wasn’t sure if I should let my aunt know this, so I didn’t say anything, but my head let me down, when she looked at me, my head shook from side to side, indicating no.

“Fuck, Peter, you’re a virgin, O My God.”

“Tell me Peter, I’ve seen you looking at my tits, do I turn you on. An older woman, does an older woman like me in her forties turn on a virgin boy of nineteen?”

I was thinking my aunt wanted me, I was not sure if I should, and mentioned, “I have a girlfriend.”

“Fucking hell Peter, so you have a girlfriend, she’s not your fuckin wife. You won’t be doing anything wrong. And anyway, who’s going to tell her? You?”

She was still stroking and licking my cock as we talked. I was getting extremely hard, and I said, “But my uncle…”

She stopped me, “Don’t mention your uncle, fuckin uncle, he’s as stupid as you…” She stopped in mid-sentence.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say you are…Well, you know…”

She took my cock-head into her mouth and started sucking, stroking my shaft with one hand and playing with my balls with the other hand.

She came up for air, and said, “Your uncle doesn’t appreciate me. A woman, he appreciates money, and how to make more of it.”

She then went straight onto my cock again, sucking, spitting onto it and rubbing it onto my shaft and balls. She had a lot of spit in her. My hands went onto the back of her head and moved with her bobbing head.

She kept sucking at a furious rate, when I said, “I’m going to cum.”

She seemed to ignore me, and her sucking got stronger, she took me in deeper, gagging, coming up for air. There were strings of saliva from her lips to my cock, then she took my cock straight back down, as much as she could.

“I’m, cuming aunty, I’m cumming.” I blew a load into the back of her throat, my hands tightened on her head, forcing her lower as I blew again, and again. Aunty never took my cock out. She stroked me harder and sucked me harder. Drinking my cum, I knew I could cum lots from the wanking I gave myself, and I usually have to do it in the shower, to make cleaning up easier.

I kept blowing, she was doing well in drinking as much as she could, but I felt a few drops falling onto my feet. Her hands tightened, and now she was slowly moving her hands from the base of my shaft up to the head, still sucking. I was still cumming in smaller bursts now.

Aunty was lapping her tongue around my cock-head, as I stopped cumming, it was very sensitive, every time her tongue rolled over my cock-head, my hips jolted.

She came up and let go of my cock, she looked up to me and said, “Fuckin hell Peter, I could have had a bath with that load of cum. Do you always cum that much?”

I looked down, taking in deep breaths, my chest heaving, “Yes, yes mam.”

She slowly rose to her feet and said, “Don’t call me mam, call me Cat, not Catharine either, okay, just Cat!”

I nodded, “Yes okay, aunty.”

“Don’t call me aunty either, unless we are in company, you do know what I’m saying?”

I nodded again, “Yes, aun.. Cat, yes Cat.”

Catharine kissed her fingers and touched my now flaccid cock.

I was stunned, and again I’m not sure why I and said, “You made me cum!”

She looked back at me over her shoulder, and said, “I had to do that Peter, you’re a virgin, and you’ll last longer for the second bit now.”

She jumped up onto the bed and took off her knickers, threw them over to where my clothes were. She asked, “Peter, have you eaten a woman?”

She had a pillow under her elbows, and were perching her up, her legs were outstretched in front of her.

I questioned her, “Eaten a woman?”

She smiled sweetly, “Pussy, Peter, have you licked and sucked a pussy before?”

She pulled up her legs and widened her knees, exposing her clean shaven pussy. God she looked good enough to fuck. Again I could not see any tan lines on her she must bathe in the nude, not just topless.

I have stuck a couple of fingers into a pussy before, but not licked one. I think that’s what she meant. So my answer to my aunt was, “No, I don’t think so…”

She lowered her head and raised her eye’s to me and said, “Son, nişantaşı escort you would know if you’ve eaten pussy before or not.”

With one arm outstretched, she beckoned me over to her, “Come her Peter, god you’ve a lot to learn. But don’t worry, I know the perfect teacher.”

She obviously meant her, and I was not complaining, not at all.

I didn’t know why she had this hold on me. I really didn’t like this woman before today, even though she is my aunt. It was still going through my head, what is it she now likes about me? Just my cock I presumed. I did not like her as a person, but, I suppose if I just think of her as a woman, a woman who wants to fuck me, and is willing for me to fuck her. I could not say no to a body like hers, no matter how old she was.

I got onto the bed, and then on all fours made my way to between her tanned shapely legs. Again she was now perched up on to her elbows and parted her legs even more and greeted me in.

I approached her pussy, I could see it was glistening, she must already be wet. She flicked her head from side to side to get her hair behind her.

“Okay Peter, now you see that there?” Pointing with her eye’s towards her pussy, “The wet patch.”

I couldn’t take my eyes away from her pussy. I had seen girl’s pussies before, but none had bits hanging out. I had only seen this on images and movies of women on porn sites.

“I want you to lick and suck that, tell me how I taste, go on, go ahead?”

I moved closer, she stuck her ass up and said, “Put your hands under my ass Peter.”

I did as she asked, then I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit. I found the entrance and I poked my tongue in as far as I could, dart in and out, slobbering all over it.

My aunt appreciated my work, “Ahh, Peter, nice, ahh, keep going, suck my clit will you?”

I slowly moved my tongue upwards, located her clit and sucked on it, flicked it with my tongue, squeezed and nibbled on it with my lips.

My aunt started to buck upwards with her hips, “Harder, ahh, harder Peter, ahh, ahh.”

I squeezed her ass with both hands each time she bucked up. She was pushing hard against my face. It was like I was eating a Mellon.

Then I slowly lowered her, kept one hand underneath and with the other I stuck two fingers into her. I moved these slowly in and out, and sucked her clit hard as she requested.

“Fuck, Peter, ahh, I’m cumming, don’t stop, please don’t stop, ahh, fuck, yes, yes, fuck yes.”

I lapped up a stream of liquid which trickled out of her and I felt her pussy get wetter.

I was amazed at how sweet her pussy tasted, I didn’t think older women would taste like this, I needed more.

But just then, my aunt grabbed my hair and lifted my head off her, “Get on your back Peter?” She said with her usual commanding tone.

I was enjoying this but also I was very work conscious, I should have been in work by now. I was a bit hesitant as I moved on to my back and I let my aunt know, “Aunty, I have work to go to, I should have been there by now.”

Aunty’s face dropped and looked frustrated, she looked at me and said, “Where’s your phone?”

I pointed to my jeans on the floor, “In my pocket over there!”

She angrily said, “Don’t just sit there, go get it and give it to me?”

She asked me to bring up my work number.

“Okay, now get on your back?”

I rolled over onto my back and my aunt straddled my face and stuck her pussy right into my mouth, I stuck my tongue out and my aunt ground her clit on it.

While she was grinding away she rang my workplace, “Hello, this is Peter’s aunt, Peter won’t be into work today, he’s got something on his tongue. I’m taking care of it…. No he won’t be in at all today, okay, bye.” She rang off, and threw the phone over to my jeans.

I looked at my aunt, “You said all of today?”

Still grinding away as she combed her hair back with her fingers. “Yes peter, your uncle’s away till tomorrow evening, and I’m on my own.”

I looked at her curiously, “You don’t expect me to stay here?”

“Yes I do Peter, we’re not leaving this bed for a good few hours.”

“But, mom will be expecting me home?”

“Call her and tell her you’re with friends, okay?”

“She won’t believe me.” I said, not sounding too convincing.

Aunt looked down and with a sweet smile, “Do you want me to?”

She took hold of my head and pushed it hard onto her pussy, “Suck my cunt Peter, ahh, fuck, fuck, oohhh, yes, fuck yes.”

I was finding it difficult to breath but managed to take in some short gasps. My head was tight between her thighs, she squeezed them tighter occasionally.

I Came back up for a breath, “No, I’ll call her later, she thinks I’m at work right now.”

My face was pulled back in to her pussy, and the heat was amazing coming from her. And she was getting wetter, not just from my licking, but she must have been cumming.

“Ohh, yes Peter, yes, I’m cumming again, harder, that’s it ohh yes, yes, yes, f u c..”

She had cum again, her hips lunged out and more juices appeared to flow out. I knew that was better than honey, so I stuck my tongue out and gathered as much as I could, fuck she tasted great.

“Holy shit Peter that was great, you have a nice tongue.” She stepped off me and to my side, her chest heaving, as she took in deep breaths.

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