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All characters are 18 years old or older.

Donahue makes his preparations for his dig in Egypt. He delves into the books given to him by the new Chancellor. The more he reads the darker the path before him appears.

Briana wanted to see the rest of the third floor. I showed her the room I had come to think of as the sewing room. She didn’t seem too interested in it. The last room was the shower room with its tiled walls and floor. She asked if it still worked and what it was for. I shrugged and told her I had no idea what it was for or even if the plumbing still functioned. She walked around and checked the shower controls. Briana told me that all of the controls were switched on and that meant the water must be turned off. I saw a small door in the wall near the floor and opened it. There were two valves; one was red and the other blue. I turned on the blue valve and heard the distinct rattling sound as the disused pipes filled with water. Briana fled as brown water gushed from the shower heads. I let them run until the water cleared. I opened the hot water valves and a second rattling sound announced another gush of dark water.

“Do you have any towels?” Briana purred in my ear.

“Of course I…” I said as she began to strip down.

“I want to help christen this room,” she moaned. “What do you say?”

I began to undress as she shut off all but one of the showers. The last one she adjusted the temperature until it was perfect. I stood in the doorway as she posed for me. She placed her back to the wall and stood underneath the flowing water. She arched her back so that the water struck her collar bone and a stream ran between her tits, down her belly to end over her sex. I licked my lips as I took in the sight. Her next pose was a sensual as the first. She turned to face the wall and placed her hands about shoulder height and slowly walked them down until the water hit right between her shoulder blades. This time the stream of water ran down her back and between those delicious ass cheeks of hers.

“So which side do you prefer, the front or the back?”

“I think I prefer the inside if you must know,” I said as I approached her.

“Ooh, that’s my favorite side too,” she purred. “Just tell me what you…”

I grabbed my little sister by her soaking mane of hair and shoved her down onto her knees. Briana opened her mouth just in time to receive my eager erection. Suck on this you little cock tease! I let her catch her breath before I started fucking her throat. She was moaning each time my cock struck gold and tickled the back of her gullet. I wonder if mom were giving her lessons or if she had just been practicing. She closed her eyes and surrendered to my lust. Her moans were doing a real number on my prick. I had to give it to her she was in rare form tonight.

“I love fucking your face sis,” I growled as my cock began to grow between her lips. “I love it so much I am going to blow my load soon.”

Her moans got louder and more insistent. If she could speak I’m sure she’d be begging for cum. I tightened my grip on her hair and sis lost her balance. She shifted forward taking my entire cock down her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held her torso up using her hands now. I never slowed down and she never communicated to me that I should break the rhythm I had set up. I warned her as I got closer and closer to climaxing. What a good little cock sucker she turned out to be. Mom would be so proud. I howled as I lost control and sis swallowed for all she was worth. My load hit the back of her throat and her throat muscles worked to perfection. She didn’t miss a single drop. I let go and took a step back. Briana lay there gasping, red faced and quite pleased with herself.

“I did it,” she said in a hoarse voice. “I took it all and I swallowed it all!”

“Hell of a show Professor,” the Detective said from the open doorway. “That got me all wet, but it looks like you two want to be alone so I’ll grab a bite and watch some television.”

I lifted sis up by her hair, spun her around and bent her over. I eased into her soaked slit while I maintained eye contact with Felicia. The detective stopped cold as I slammed my cock balls deep into Briana. While my sister gasped Felicia just licked her lips and leaned against the door jam. I began thrusting while Felicia watched. I grabbed sis by the waist and began hammering her hard and deep. I was only half aware of her cries as I pummeled her. This was about my audience not my sister. While Briana praised my cock and begged for more Felicia undid her slacks and let them fall to the floor. As I pounded my sister from behind the detective masturbated for me. We were each other’s audience now. I moved sis so that I didn’t have to look over my shoulder.

“Grab you ankles,” I barked and sis complied. “That’s a good little slut.”

“Oh god your cock is amazing… you are so fucking hard!”

Felicia placed her back against the wall now and pulled her bursa escort labia apart so I could clearly see as she teased her clit. I nodded my head and the detective stripped down, walked over to sis and grabbed her by the hair. While Briana ate Felicia out I eased my thumb up her tight puckered ass. I know I shouldn’t have but I was caught up in the moment.

“Your sister eats pussy like a fucking champ,” Felicia growled.

“Wait until I slide my cock up her ass,” I said. “She’ll be bucking like a god damn mustang.”

“Not my ass… please don’t…”

“Shut up,” Felicia and I said at the same time.

When my thumb could move easily I pulled out of Briana’s cunt. I lined up the head of my cock and told her to relax. I pushed slowly but relentlessly. I felt her ass open up slowly and quite reluctantly. Felicia watched intently as I took my sister’s anal cherry. With a loud gasp from sis the head popped in. I waited until I felt she was ready. I pushed until I was hilted and paused again.

“Oh my god… I have a monster cock up my ass,” Briana whimpered.

“Welcome to sodomy little sis,” I said as I began to move.

“Oh hell… you’re splitting me in two… I know… I know… shut up.”

I fucked her nice and slow while she licked Felicia to a body jarring climax. Felicia left us, grabbed her clothes and blew me a kiss before disappearing. I moved faster now and sis was thrusting her hips backward now. She had worked beyond the pain as the pleasure kicked in. I think I created a monster.

“Fuck my ass,” sis cried. “Oh god I had no idea…”

“Damn it… I wanted to be your first in here…” Carol said as she appeared. “Felicia said you were up to no good and she was right. Oh damn… I didn’t know your sister took it up the ass!”

“She didn’t until tonight,” I growled as my second orgasm neared.

“I know that look anywhere,” Carol said. “Hold on sweetie he’s about to blow!”

My second climax took the wind out of my sails for now. I caught Briana as her knees gave out and we washed up once she could stand. I was so caught up I never asked her if she had even come. When she told me that not only had she climaxed but four times I was relieved. We dried off and headed down for dinner. Carol and Felicia had picked up tacos on the way home. Sis sat in my lap and I fed her bites of soft taco. Felicia and Carol giggled between themselves and couldn’t wait to christen rooms of their own. Briana did warn me to set aside a room. I thought about it for a moment and understood her logic.

“Okay, the sewing room is off limits,” I announced.

“There’s no furniture in there,” Carol said.

“Who gets that room?” Felicia asked and I just smiled. “Oh… duh… yeah I understand she would get pissed if we didn’t leave her a room.”

“I still don’t get it,” Carol said as she looked around to all of us. “You don’t mean… Oh I feel so stupid.”

My mom would be pissed beyond reason if I didn’t save a room for us to make love in. Sis finished eating, got dressed and left. I looked at the two that remained and grinned. Felicia moved to sit on the left arm of my chair while Carol mirrored her and sat on the right. We discussed the rest of the rooms to be used for sex play. It was Carol that noticed that the bookshelf was gone and asked about the basement. I flinched and told them both that the basement was off limits period. Felicia narrowed her eyes and went into cop mode. She asked me what had happened and I told her that there were tunnels and there were dangerous things living in those tunnels. Until I dealt with them the basement was out of bounds.

“I understand,” Carol said.

“I can help,” Felicia offered but I shook my head. “Fine, be stubborn but if anything happens to you I’ll…”

“I don’t want anything to happen to you, either of you!” I snapped. “I’m sorry…”

“So protective, that is so sexy,” Felicia purred.

“Speaking of sexy, did you see him hammering his sister like that,” Carol moaned.

“I know, Briana eats pussy almost as good as you… almost…”

At that point I stood up and snagged each of my lovelies and carried them over my shoulders upstairs to the master bedroom. I planned on taking my mind off of what waited for me in the basement at midnight. I had a few hours to clear my head and try and deal with what I saw. This was as bad as the monolith or even worse since it was so damn close and an obvious danger to anyone in the house. They could have just been some homeless guys. Keep telling yourself that was my fallback position since I had seen the exposed jawbone. Maybe it was just a mask? It looked so real but I really hadn’t gotten a good look. There were all sorts of crazy in the world. The monolith had torn away the mask of reason from my world. I had seen them get drug down to god knows what sort of hell. I had heard their screams of terror.

“Professor… what is wrong? Talk to us… we are here for you.” Felicia’s voice cut through bursa escort bayan the static of boiling insanity.

“Something happened when we were gone, didn’t it?” Carol asked.

I set them down at the foot of the bed and blurted it all out. I told them everything that had happened and my thoughts on the matter. I told them about the symbol carved into the inner side of the basement door. I told them what it meant. The room fell silent as they processed everything that I had told them. It was Carol that spoke first. She told me she would stand by me no matter what. Felicia smiled and I knew the cop in her was in defense mode now. The three of us moved onto the bed and cuddled until midnight. I felt so thankful for them being in my life. No matter what happened next I regret nothing.

I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. It was the closest I came to dreaming anymore. A soft tap on my shoulder told me it was time to go downstairs and see what awaited me. I sat up and told them to wait for me. Felicia demanded to be outside the basement door in case things went sideways. I agreed. They both followed me down. Carol sat next to the basement door while Felicia stood ready to rain hell down on anyone that tried to harm me. I smiled and opened the door. The foul stench blasted me from the moment I stepped through the open doorway. A single figure stood near the bottom of the steps. It was the same hooded being I had met during my last jaunt through the tunnels.

“Young Master, I mean no harm,” it said raising its clawed hands.

“I have no animosity for you either,” I said and took off the ring with the Elder Sign on it and tossed it to Felicia. “What is happening?” I asked as I walked down the steps.

“I want to show you… we are friends… yes?” It said forming each word slowly and with difficulty.

“I will be honest,” I said watching its body language. “I was afraid to come down here.”

“No Young Master… please… no fear… take box… we friends,” it said pointing to a six inch cube crafted from the finest pewter.

I walked over and picked it up. The surface of the box was highly stylized and was fashioned with love and care. When it moved there was a rattling sound. I lifted the lid and peered in. The box was filled with what appeared to be dozens of cut diamonds. I looked at the hooded thing and it nodded. I picked up the largest stone I could see. I held it up and frowned, it was glass. I stuck my finger into the stones and discovered a folded piece of paper. I took out the sheet of paper and unfolded it. It was a letter from one brother to another.

‘Dearest Jacob, I know what you must think of me. I have stolen from the family for decades. I will perish from the cancer that is eating me alive. I know I have no right to ask any favors but I wish that this box of glass baubles be placed in my coffin as a sign of my greed. I know I can’t be forgiven in this life or the next. Maybe this box will be a reminder to all that attend of the foolishness that avarice brings. I love you and pray you live a long and fruitful life. Your brother, Issac.’

“I don’t understand,” I said looking at the other.

“Remove stones and see,” it replied.

I shrugged and dumped the glass stones. Once they were gone I examined the box. I squinted and saw it. The lid of the hidden bottom was cunningly crafted. I dug a nail into the faint edge and pried it open. The secret compartment was three inches deep and four inches square. These were definitely not glass. I held up one of the many large gems. It was larger than my thumbnail and sparkled in the electric lighting. I whistled and then asked how he knew it was there. The hooded figure explained that the family was well known for their greed. Isaac Goldman was a thief and a murderer. His avarice had become well known in many different circles.

“I retrieved box for you,” it said. “Fetch do good?”

“Your name is Fetch?” I asked and it nodded.

“The Old Master named me. Since I good at getting he call me Fetch.” The thing laughed and it was not a sound any human could make.

“Thank you Fetch,” I said as I replaced the stone and closed the lid. “What can I do for you?”

“Let us stay,” Fetch asked. “Do not drive Fetch and others away. We live in peace. We get for Young Master as we did for Old Master, yes?”

“If we do this then no more carving up doors okay,” I said and Fetch nodded. “Can you write?”

“Yes but not good,” it admitted. “If you leave paper and ink I leave notes.”

“We will give this a try,” I said. “I don’t want you homeless.”

“Young Master is kind,” Fetch said and turned to leave. “You not regret… I will find more for Young Master…”

I watched it lope off into the tunnels before I turned around and walked up the steps. I handed Felicia the box and went straight up to take a shower. I felt filthy after being so close to that god forsaken thing. Maybe I was being insensitive but the thing stunk like death itself escort bursa and freaked me the fuck out. The sound of the falling water was like a siren call for Carol and Felicia. They slid in without a word and took turns washing the front of my body. The tension was palatable and it had little to do with sex. I had to give it to them they did their best to take my mind off of Fetch and the danger he represented.

“Tomorrow we can find the grave and see if it’s been disturbed,” Felicia offered as she chewed my ear lobe. “Are you having that guilt thing again? Do you feel guilty that you love two women? News flash professor, I am wondering if we should feel guilty for loving one man?”

I looked down and Carol winked at me telling me in her sensual way that she agreed with Felicia. I mean it wasn’t like she could talk with most of my cock between her lips. I began smiling in spite of all the things going on around me. Felicia joined Carol kneeling in front of me and they began taking turns sucking me off. Their teamwork was flawless and soon they had me shaking with need. Carol got onto all fours and wiggled her ass at me. Felicia urged me on and I eased slowly into the other. Her pussy seemed to gobble me up as I sunk deep into her. Carol let out low soft sounds as I began moving. So there I was kneeling behind Carol when Felicia stood in front of me with her feet planted wide. She slid her fingers into my hair and pulled my face to her sex.

“You know what to do,” she purred.

I stabbed my tongue between her labia and heard her squeal in delight. Carol began thrusting back against me now with the perfect timing they had been displaying since we began. I cupped the detective’s ass cheeks and began lapping eagerly at her pussy lips and clit. While the girls purred and growled I thought about my next move. I removed one hand from her ass and slid two fingers into Felicia’s tight little pussy. I matched Carol’s thrusts one for one. We had a beautiful rhythm going until Carol warned me she was getting close. I had to up my game to push Felicia over the edge. I took my other hand off her ass and pulled my head back long enough to spit on my thumb. I returned to eating her out while I made slow circles over her puckered sphincter.

“Oh no you don’t,” Felicia growled. “I know what you’re up to.”

“What is he doing?” Carol asked between pants of breath.

“He is trying to have us both cum at the same time.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Carol purred as she thrust back harder now.

“UNNNNN… damn it professor… cut it out…”

I just suckled her clit as I jabbed my fingers up into her soaked pussy. I broke the rhythm and picked up speed and force now. Carol was so damn close and I wanted to see both of them climax. I pushed my thumb just a little deeper now so that her asshole was barely open now. She knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. Carol was panting now, head down and slamming her hips backward now. I knew she was just moments away now. I felt her body stiffen as she ground her ass against me while she came. I followed through and jabbed my thumb deep into Felicia’s ass pushing her over the edge. She cursed as her body betrayed her. Felicia let go of my hair and fell onto the mattress of the bed. I had removed my digits from her body as she moved.

“Damn you,” Felicia growled as she caught her breath.

“That was a good one,” Carol said. “He’s still hard as a rock.”

“Time for round two,” I said as I wiped Felicia’s juices from my lips.

I grabbed Carol by her hips and began maneuvering. She cried out in surprise as I took her off her feet. I stood up with her impaled on my cock. I adjusted my grip and once she was safe I began thrusting up into her. Felicia watched intently as I pounded Carol as hard as I could manage.

“Don’t I get a break?” Carol asked.

“No,” I said as I continued to make love to her. “I am making up for lost time.”

“You’re next,” she growled at Felicia. “He’s going to ass rape you little miss smart ass.”

“No he’s not,” Felicia fired back. “He wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have said that. Now he’s going to sodomize you but good.”

I remained silent as I took my pleasure from Carol. I believe this unnerved Felicia a bit when I didn’t deny Carol’s words. She began to make faces as I drilled the other hard and deep. I growled as I got close to my own orgasm. I warned Carol but she already knew. My cock was swelling deep inside of her and a few more thrusts and I was done. Felicia licked her lips as I slammed into Carol as hard as I could. I howled as cum blasted into Carol’s depths. She came seconds later and shook in my grasp. I lowered her down onto her feet and pulled out. While she knelt on the floor I sat on the edge of the bed. Felicia watched me intently and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She was right to be wary. My hand shot out without warning and wrapped around her ankle. I stood up and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.

“What are you going to do?” Felicia squealed.

“I am going to have my way with you,” I growled as I rolled her onto her back.

“My ass is off limits,” she snarled as I got nearer. “That’s an order criminal…”

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I had lain in wait, in the dark, in his bed, naked, with my back to where he would lay, waiting for him to come home – trusting he would be seeing such a Ready for Love open invitation from his partner, climb into the bed with her (substitute: me). My plan was working well.

By the time he realised it was me, his penis was sliding its way between my cheeks from behind, looking for my opening. He had lubricated the length of his penis and it felt truly delicious pushing around the entrance to my private place. Lubricated so, it would slip in easily. Good.

I wriggled a bit to keep the pressure of it there and squirmed with delight against him. And it pressed there even harder, threatening to push into me. I was crazy. His hand was on my breast, his lips on my neck and cheek and in my hair and that penis was truly pulsing at my opening.

“Kellie?” he questioned, almost aloud and looked down into my eyes as I turned to face him in the dark. It was the moment that I had been dreading – would the delicious fun be over? He moved with a start, taking his hand from my breast, though his penis stayed almost where it had been. He brushed the long hair from my eyes, and looked closely, as if seeking to confirm that it was me in his bed. I could not speak.

“Kellie? What?”

I only wanted him not to care, to want me so much that he would stay there with me and take me. Was he past the point of no return? I could only hope. I truly wanted him, wanted his penis thick and full inside me, his chest hard against me. Tall, dark haired, tightly muscled and handsome – and the sweetest, loving man I had known. He was twice my age, but that in itself was exciting too. Now his hand stroked my face gently and, warmed by his touch and attention, I relaxed enough to wriggle myself in closer, bringing his penis to my vaginal opening.

Our faces were only centimetres apart, our lips within meeting distance. I had been enjoying the way he left a trail of kisses across the back of my neck and along my cheek, and waited for the moment his mouth reached mine, hoping that it would happen before he discovered it was me. And now I had captured his eyes and given him a smile, somewhat shy but wanting, which I hoped would say I needed him to kiss me, really kiss me. I waited.

I stirred against him, wriggling him in closer to me, his penis now almost reaching the point where it entered me. I could not believe he was staying, not going crazy at me for tricking him.

I was dizzy with excitement. He made no move to retreat and I felt him grow harder against my vaginal opening. He had been drinking that night I knew, perhaps that was on my side here.

“Kellie,” he said, this time softly, yet with that inquisitive tone. “Why, how… you tried this to get me making love to you. Where’s Mom?”

“Away at her Mom’s” I said. “She asked me to tell you but…”

“You had other ideas.”

“Mmmm hmmm. Sorry Dad, I…”

I stopped short as his hand returned to my breasts, caressing and cupping them, taking their fullness in his palm.

I reached behind his head and ran my hand through his hair, holding his head where our lips were close and our eyes locked – and applying so subtly, pressure to draw him in. I was trying to talk now but still found it almost impossible. I’d have to give it all I had to keep him here with me, and at last I found voice.

“I’m sorry. You know how much I love you and that I’m always flirting with you and stuff….I didn’t think there was any other way we would get to sleep together. I want you to love me this way and know you want me too. But you won’t do anything about it, you think bursa escort that it’s wrong and…”

His hand had played at my hair and moved down to gently stroke my lips, then covered my mouth to hush me.

I took his hand away and continued, “I’m eighteen now, old enough to know what I want and I’ve wanted this ever since the time we were together alone after getting caught in the rain storm…”

I tried to softly guide his head toward me for that kiss and wriggle again to take him in, but now he held off.

“Kellie, are you sure? You could have any one you want, you’re so young and beautiful,” he told me softly.

“I love you so much too – perhaps more than a father should too and this is so hard for me just now – part of me screams this is wrong and I should get up and go…but being so close to you like this… wow.”

His voice tapered off and we spent minutes just staring into each other’s eyes, and gently stroking each other. An intersection of total honesty. My hand reached down to gently touch the head of his penis and press it to my vagina, massaging my clitoris with it and pushing it into my opening.

“You know, it was your breasts that gave away your secret,” he said.

I smiled, acceptingly. My breasts are much fuller than those of my mother. The similar slim build we shared otherwise and the long, long hair we both had made it easy – and the fact that I was naked (that was my mother’s signal to him that she was ‘ready for love’) I knew, had got me this far. The darkness of the bedroom had served me well too in getting to this point.

Had I hoped we would have sex without him knowing? Yes, in a naughty kind of way, but knew it was most likely I would be discovered.

And now we were here – a critical point – neither of us knowing what to say, and our lips getting closer together so, so slowly. It was agonising to wait. I wriggled more, enjoying the feel of him almost inside. And suddenly, the point came when the head of his penis had pushed with enough pressure to slip the head inside.

“Ohhhh,” I gasped and pulled him closer, urging him into me from behind.

Both of our eyes widened in alarm. He jolted upward, out of me. Then he stopped, smiled and raised himself upward. I was mystified and thought he was gracefully backing away from the situation. I began to break into shame, anger with myself and disappointment.

He left the room, confirming my fears…

I rolled over to turn away, crying silent tears.

What had I done? I wondered of the consequences.

But he had wanted me, I knew. He had.

There was a movement in the room and on the bed. I felt his hands take away the sheet that covered me. He rolled me over toward him, lifted my leg, and knelt in between my legs, lowering himself on to me. To see his muscular body coming down on to me in the dark and his penis guiding itself right at my opening was wild. My hands found his shoulders and pressed his body down to me. That kiss finally came and it melted me with its wanting, love and desire. It was the kiss I would always remember. It went on and on, became stronger and more searching. We parted then to gaze into one another’s eyes.

“This will have to be the biggest secret Kellie, you know that?” he said, now moving himself to take me. I felt his penis moving around, pushing at my opening. My heart lifted and raced away with imaginings of what might happen that night.

“Oh, Dad!” I whispered loudly and my tears became happy ones. My whole being was shouting with incredible joy!

Then, as he looked in my eyes again, a simple whisper of the words “make love to me,” was bursa escort bayan all it took to invite him into stronger kisses, and movement now which slid his long penis so deliciously slowly into me.

I had it all – that great penis that brought so much pleasure for my mother, writhing in ecstasy at night and waking me with her moans. That penis that had grown erect before my eyes that afternoon after we were drenched by rain and undressed hurriedly together in the bathroom after the rainstorm.

That penis that I stirred every time I cuddled my father or sat on his lap. The strength, hardness which I had felt was now mine, filling what seemed like all of me with its girth.

I gasped continuously with out of control pleasure. It had been more wonderful than I had imagined along those nights of pleasuring myself, fantasising it was me in the bed with my father, while my mother cried out in climax after climax. Those nights were past, I was here and I knew somehow it wouldn’t be the last time we’d be together.

And the thrusts became slow, rhythmic and we whispered to each other continuously, affirming our love. I can only remember my back arching, his lips against my neck and his penis driving long and slowly in and out of me while I whispered, “dad, dad…” until ecstasy drove me beyond knowing the life of a teenage girl. I was a woman born here – this was my new paradise and I rode the waves that swept my mind into a dizzying ride over one peak after another, to tumble down into exhaustion and rise again.

Hours became a series of uncontrolled riding on his penis, having him take me from behind, having my legs lifted in the air so that it seemed his penis was reaching so far inside me that it found a place that nothing else would ever see.

He held back his orgasms constantly, to draw out the experience for us both and to avoid ejaculating inside me.

This was no ‘same as Mom’ pretence – it was us, our love and our burning for each other throughout the night. My long brown hair cascaded down over him again and again as I leaned down to kiss his lips and rode him to a point where he again would tell me to stop else he climax inside me and risk pregnancy.

Yet I wanted to feel his orgasm, to feel his explosion inside me. It would not be complete for me without his ejaculation inside. I didn’t know how he would respond when I rode him even harder past the point of no return.

“Dad, I want you to cum inside of me, to have an orgasm too. I want to feel you cum inside and this way it will make it great for both of us…”

“It’s already great for me Kellie, like you wouldn’t believe… “

I had no time to answer, for he was starting to ejaculate. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” I moaned in ecstasy at being so filled up as I pushed my opening down so hard on him, taking it inside of me until I felt I had it bursting into me as far as it would go.

I dug my nails in to his shoulders and gasped loudly as my cheeks pressed against his thighs, impaling me upon that great penis as it pumped its juices.

He gasped and writhed underneath me.

As I felt his hot fluids, held back for so long, erupting inside and went over the edge of what I thought was a point of no return. It would be hard to keep from him now. I wanted all of him, always.

I cared for nothing else when he bucked underneath me and called out my name.

I lay exhausted on top of him, his penis still in me. We held each other close, kissed and whispered our love.

“I can’t believe you did that Kellie,” he said. “You sure are ready to be a woman, wow, you’ll make some man very happy.”

“I do feel so escort bursa much like a woman, your woman. A woman so crazy, in love and complete with the man of her dreams inside her. It’s you I want to be happy.”

I kissed him again – couldn’t seem to do it enough, and felt him growing harder inside me again. I wriggled, acknowledging it and laughed at his hardness.

He rolled me over and plunged deeply into me, raising one of my legs in the air.

I prepared for the roller coaster ride. He was strong and hard again and this time, plunging like there was another climax for him to come.

And there was. As I lay helpless below him, one ankle over his shoulder, he climaxed again with shaking that left him weak and in a state of collapse across me.

As he lay on top of me I let my leg down, releasing him from me. It seemed the first time for hours that he was no longer within, leaving me empty and well scoured it seemed! After ten minutes or so, we went arm-in-arm to the shower. By this time it was 2.30 in the morning, but tomorrow didn’t seem to matter to us.

In the shower, our closeness led to kissing and his becoming hard yet again! It was reminiscent of the time after the rain, being alone with him in the bathroom, naked and embarrassed. Perhaps he had been even more embarrassed than I at his getting an erection by seeing me naked before him, a supple eighteen year old with a body and mind mature before her time and feeling womanly desires. Shy, but not so shy as to be so fascinated as to walk over to kiss my father on the cheek and take his penis softly into my hand to feel its length.

That day I had not wanted to let go of his penis and had only done so at his insistence.

That day I almost got a kiss from him too, which I had to wait just over another two months for as it turned out.

Now I took that kiss again and again, took his penis in my hand again as I had that day and guided it into me as we stood together in the shower. I had made the excuse that we should clean me out with it, and with his penis coated with moisturising cream that is what we did – cleaning the location that his penis had explored.

It came to the point where we were uncomfortable standing and he carried me back to the bed, penis still inside me, to lay me face down and take me from behind, plunging into me again and again until another long shattering peak for both of us left us fallen, helpless and into a sleep.

The alarm went all too soon it seemed and we woke with a start. It was a work day, sadly. The phone no sooner rang and Mom was on the line, asking about the night.

“Is everything okay there?”

“Yes Mom,” I said. “Perfect.”

Dad woke and looked at me like he wanted to talk to her. I hoped he wasn’t laden with guilt at what we’d done. I felt his hand on my shoulder as he took up the phone and talked to Mom. Somewhere in there I heard him mention a day off for both of us to do shopping!

I smiled and hugged him.

I nibbled his ear as he talked, until he pinched my bottom. I barely managed to stifle a squeal so Mom wouldn’t hear. Dad put it on speaker phone as Mom said, “Listen you two, I’ve got to stay on here a day or two to look after Mom. Will you be okay there?”

Oh yes. We would.

The morning became a dress up in mom’s nicer lingerie (though my breasts bulged out a bit) jewellery and a sweeping, silky dress. Make up, high heels and expensive perfume completed this woman who walked out into the world arm-in-arm with her man – proud and satisfied and truly in love. Her breasts bloomed, her hips moved with new awareness and purpose and her feet floated above the ground.

Her vagina was still warmed and tender from the night before.

Somehow she knew that tonight her space would be filled again and her heart bursting with love for the man who would always be all to her.

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Note from the author: Hi everyone and I hope you enjoy this first chapter. This is just a jumping off point but I tried to sneak a little sexiness in there anyway. I hope to have the next chapter done soon and I am open to feedback and suggestions.

This story will contain incest between family members, lesbian sex, gay sex, and bisexual sex. If that is not to your liking stop reading now. I like a good story but I mainly want to focus on the sex in this series. For those still reading, thanks and I hope to hear some feedback from you all.

NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years or older. There is no underage sex. nor do I condone it.

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It was a warm June morning, hotter than the days before it. Alan did not know that yet as he lay in a twist of blankets and flesh in his bed. His hand slowly rose from from the heap to turn off his screeching alarm clock. Upon rolling over he noticed the time, he was 10 minutes late already.

“Fuck.”

Alan quickly grabbed a towel from the back of his chair and bounded down the hall wearing only his boxer shorts, his usual sleeping attire. He burst open the door to the bathroom to see his sister standing before him completely naked, dripping from head to toe.

“What the hell Alan!” She shouted as she grabbed for a towel to cover her naked body. Rebecca was Alan’s twin sister. They had shared a bath many times as children but he hasn’t seen her naked in many years. He had seen her in a bikini just 3 weeks prior when they went to the beach for their 18th birthday and even a brief glimpse in her underwear on their last family vacation but what he just saw was different entirely.

“Shit. Sorry Becca.” Alan just stood there, too tired to react properly. As he stood there he took note of his sister’s figure as she attempted to cover up her glistening body. She was tall for a girl, they were about the same height at 5’10”. Her legs were long and smooth. The rest of her body was smooth as well, she was a swimmer after all. The last thing she covered were her breasts. They were large but not too much more than what Alan could get his hand around, perhaps only in his mind for now. They were the round and perky breasts of his twin sister. Once that thought came to mind he quickly looked at the ceiling as if his gaze was there all along.

“You should cover up too, Alan.” Rebecca giggled as she gently moved around her brother and out the door and down toward her bedroom. “And hurry up, we’re gonna be late you jackass.” She shouted back at him.

Alan bursa escort looked down to see his erection poking out though his boxers in plain sight and undoubtedly noticed by his sister. He tossed the towel aside and closed the door behind him. Turning on the shower he tested to make sure it was at an adequate temperature then slid his boxers to the floor leaving him naked as he hopped into the shower. Water started to fall all over his body starting with his broad shoulders and down his toned chest. Alan sported no body hair aside from his legs and arms. Unlike his sister he was not a swimmer, he played volleyball but enjoyed the feeling of his bare chest and crotch.

It was Rebecca and Alan’s last day of school and they were looking forward to a whole summer off. Alan especially. He was taking a road trip down to a friend’s beach house for a whole week the day after classes ended. Rebecca was left stranded at home. Just two weeks prior Rebecca’s boyfriend of 9 months left her for one of her friends. Rebecca tried to keep her chin up in school but was crushed inside. Her summer so far would be a bust as most of her plans left with her new ex-boyfriend.

At school Alan breezed through many of his classes. When he met up with his friends they blathered about what they would do at the beach house. Mostly they went on about how many girls they could bring back and who would have hooked up with the most before the weeks end.

“I’ll have one a night, minimum.” Alan’s friend Greg joked. Alan had a special bond with Greg, one the rest of his friends had no knowledge of. Back in elementary and middle school Alan and Greg wold regularly sleep over at each other’s houses on the weekends. On most weekends they would sneak online and go to porn websites. While watching they would generally lend the other a hand and jerk one another off as they watched the heterosexual pornos.

“If you bring a black light into my room you might get blinded.” Quipped Eddy, the jokester of the group, that sent the others into a fit of laughter. Alan was excited to spend quality time with the rest of his friends, without the stress of final exams.

JP spilled his handful of papers when Eddy’s joke caught him by surprise. JP was the runt of the group, he had been friends with Alan and Greg since they were younger and have always watched his back.

The rest of their friends didn’t make such bold claims but were determined to “get some” that week. Jordan was kind of the nerd of the group. He was African American and his love of comic books and rock music didn’t mesh well with his bursa escort bayan peers but he fit right in amongst Alan, Greg and the rest. Brian was the jock of the group. He’d been best pals with Alan since preschool and that bond didn’t break. Even throughout out his high school years, as he developed into a tall and handsome football player, he always made time for Alan.

Rebecca was at lunch when her friends Kaylie and Jenna suggested they spend the night at Jenna’s. They told her it was to celebrate the end of the year but Kaylie and Jenna were trying to cheer up Rebecca after her traumatic breakup. She had gone from depressed to angry to accepting then back to depressed and now she just hated all men. Kaylie and Jenna hoped a night with the girls could help her though the transition.

The day was finally over. Alan stayed behind at school to do some planning with his friends but Rebecca headed home before she would go back out to Jenna’s for the night. Rebecca strolled up the walk to the front door of their charming two-story house and walked inside. Lying face down on the couch was their mother. I wonder how long she’s been passed out. Rebecca moved quietly as to not wake her mother.

She dumped her book bag on her bed and took her purse with her to her dresser. She tossed in a clean pair of panties, her favorite bikini and a fresh shirt. Before she could get it completely stuffed in she heard a noise in the hall.

“Where are you going? Do your homework first.” Her mother propped herself up in Rebecca’s doorway. She was still in her pajamas, a skimpy pair of shorts and an equally skimpy tank top. She was only 19 years older than the twins but looked even younger. Rebecca and her mother were often mistaken for sisters.

“Today was the last day of school, mom.” She stuffed the rest of the shirt into her bag and tried to make her way past her mother.

“Oh, so you’re going out whoring now?”

“Mom! I’m just going to Jenna’s okay?” Rebecca pushed past her mother and quickly went toward the front door. She could hear her mother muttering loudly as she left.

Their mother, Whitney, was a single mother now that her husband had died a year and half ago. Her husband, the twin’s father was a much older man than Whitney. The children had loved him like a father but sometimes their friends would joke that he looked more like their grandfather. Whitney grieved heavily after he died but it wasn’t his death that drove her to drink, it was the boredom of being alone. The twins were self-sufficient and without her husband to please, house work was seldom escort bursa done. She started drinking nearly non-stop. The alcohol had turned her abrasive and abusive. The drink also made her increasingly sexual. Whitney would go out to bars and take home strangers for one night stands. Seeing their mother nearly naked on the kitchen floor was a common occurrence on Saturday mornings.

Whitney became a sex addict. When men weren’t enough she ordered dozens of sex toys and other sexual enhancers and built an impressive collection of porno DVDs. She tried to keep her children ignorant from her new lifestyle but it became painfully obvious after not too long that their mother had changed. Rebecca tried her best to help to no avail. Alan didn’t really mind his mother’s new addiction. He would frequently sneak into her room and borrow DVDs from her.

Alan was now on his way to Eddy’s beach house while Rebecca was on her way to Jenna’s for the evening. When Rebecca arrived she found Kaylie and Jenna enjoying the pool in the backyard.

“Hey guys!” She greeted them with her usual perfect smile.

Jenna and Kaylie greeted her back and as Jenna paddled around the edge Kaylie slid her slender body out of the pool and prepared herself to jump back in. Kaylie was a redheaded beauty. Her soft pale skin highlighted her gorgeous green eyes. Her breasts were the largest of the three girls and had a tough time fitting in her red and blue spotted bikini.

Rebecca went inside to change and reemerged in a white bikini with blue horizontal stripes. She ran and jumped in after her friends. The trio laughed, splashed and played games for over an hour before they started to tire. They all took a seat on the steps leading down into the pool. They reminisced about the past school year and all the fun they’d had together. That’s when Rebecca began to cry.

“Aw honey, whats wrong?” Said Jenna as she moved closer to Rebecca putting her arm around her friend.

“…I..was so good to him.” Rebecca wept into her palms.

“Becca that guy was an idiot to choose her over you.” Kaylie tried to comfort her friend as well.

“And that bitch isn’t welcome around here either.” Jenna interjected as she placed her free hand closer to Becca’s bikini line. She was curious at first but once her hand settled in the feeling of her friend’s hand in her lap comforted her. “Never liked that curly-headed slut anyway.” Jenna continued in an attempted to make Rebecca laugh. Kaylie giggled and Becca joined in. She gulped back a few tears as Jenna’s hand glided across her bikini bottoms and then began to rub her flat belly.

Jenna glanced over at Kaylie who had a twinkle in her eye. “Let’s go get dried off guys we have some more activities planned.” Kaylie suggested with the slightest smirk.

To Be Continued…

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Mark was never the type to get in with all the girls, he didn’t have the “players” attitude. Sure he flirted but he was always a gentleman and that’s why many nice girls like him. Up til his senior year in High School he never really had been intimate with a woman. Just in love once and heart broken.

-First Experiences-

Mark’s first real girlfriend’s name was Jessica. She was a good girl just as mark was a good guy. They met through a few mutual friends and hit it off. Jessica had a boyfriend when Mark first met her but he somehow did the ICQ sweet-talking late at night with her and she realized what a great guy he was. She broke up with her boyfriend and wanted to be Mark’s girlfriend. He was hesitant at first because of a heartbreak his Junior year. His heart break was everything he ever wanted but it just didn’t work out.

Jessica and Mark started dating heavily. He spent many hours at her house realizing he was falling in love with her. They became intimate and starting exploring. They never really got further than both of their shirts coming off until one day…

They were in her downstairs den while her parents were gone. Watching T.V. as normal and had a blanket near them to cover his roaming hands that never ceased to caress her chest, if her parents came home they would just cover up.

Jessica was wearing a white button up long sleeve blouse and one of those thin skirts that there has to be two layers. The skirt went down to her knees. But sitting next to eachother it made it rise a bit, so he got a view of her beautiful legs. She wasn’t really tan and she wasn’t really not tan either.

He started kissing on the left side of her neck, the side nearest to him since she was sitting on his right. He then reached up and started stroking her neck which he knew was very sensitive.

His hand moved down to her breasts and started caressing them outside her shirt. He unbuttoned a couple buttons in the middle and saw a white lacy bra (one of his favorites) through the opening.

He unbuttoned all the buttons above so her beautiful neck was showing down to her bra.

He began kissinge her neck again while she undid the rest of the buttons and took her shirt off. They kissed for a while, while his hands were still roaming her chest and stomach.

He kissed her chest and lightly pushed one the straps of her bra off a shoulder and he began kissing that shoulder. He then pushed the other side off. He kissed in between her perfect breasts. not too big, not too small, shaped nice and full, and oh were they ever soft he though.

He pulled her bra down to her waist revealing her breasts completely.

He looked at her medium sized pink/light brown nipples and dove in. She really enjoyed this part because her head tilted back on the couch. She wasn’t a loud person but he could tell she was getting excited by her breathing.

This is pretty routine for them now and this is as far as its gotten. She seemed to get raw from his suckling and kissing.

mark asked for a backrub. She said “Sure let me go lock the den door…just in case”. He took his shirt off and lay face first on the floor. He watched her as she bursa escort walked to the door. She is short but not petite, fairly skinny but not too skinny.He glanced at her bare semi muscular back and his gaze went down to her perfect ass that swayed as she approached the door. He smiled as she locked the door and turned back to him, her nipple erect as ever. Her long blonde hair added to the effect, “how did I get so lucky” he thought.

She came over to him and straddled his ass as she began to rub his back. This was the first time she has done it in a skirt and he could feel the area where her legs meet touch against his ass through his khaki pants.

She rubbed his back for a while as he drifted off into a restful sleep. She usually woke him when her hands were tired.

“My turn”, she said.

“you got it babe”, replied Mark.

She lay down on the ground stomach first which pushed the sides of her breasts out a little. Mark enjoyed the side view as he climbed over behind her and began rubbing. She was enjoying it as usual.

His hands got tired and he started kissing her back, she really liked this and let out a small sigh.

And just as she was relaxing he tickles her sides and makes her jump a little, a playful gesture. She calms down and closes her eyes. He notices that her skirt moved up her legs quite a bit in that move and was halfway up her thighs…her sweet thighs. Being the horney guy he is and not seeing much of girls yet he wonders what unnderwear she is wearing.

He rubs down her back and across her ass cheeks a little and he hits bare skin of her legs. he positions himself behind her so he can massage her legs.

He massages from her calves up her thigh, a hand on each leg, He peeks down to see if he can see under her 2layered dark blue skirt, He notices it is dark so not white panties.

His hands are on the top of the backs of each leg right above the knee. he pushes up a little and makes the skirt go up a bit, she has no reaction to this, he knows she is still awake though.

The skirt gets to the point right below her ass but won’t go further because its trapped beneath her legs, he can still fit his hands inside though.

He moves his hands to the ouside of her legs and pushes them up inside the skirt to her hips. He meets skin all the way up to the edge of the underwear which he realizes is the bikini style with a small strip around the hip. He also feels that they are silky satiny material.

He feels daring and grasps her hips and moves around the edge of the panties to under her stomach. She raises her hips a little and gains access. He rubs below her belly button right on her panty line. this excites her and she starts moaning a little.

He still feels very horney and daring and now that she is sat up a little he can move the skirt.

In one quick motion he pushes the skirt up over her hips and ass until its at a pile at her waste. Her eyes SNAP open when he does this.

They are both virgins and she knows it. He carresses her again and her worry fades away.

She lifts up involuntary as his hands reach around from behind her again, one goes to her chest one to bursa escort bayan her pubic area.

She lifts up on to all fours with him behind her. He stares at her perfect ass in the dark blue silk.

His left hand begins to massage her breasts while his right hand moves over the triangle of her panties and moves down toward her pussy. She gasps at the first touch she has ever felt from a guy down there. He has never done anything like this but goes with the flow and begins rubbing her pussy. She moans and starts moving back and forth in his hand. His left hand drops from her breast and supports him as he leans forward over her back, the aching bulge in his pants press against her panties and they both gasp.

She rocks in his hand and he sees her breasts start to sway. He moves his hips a little behind her and she moans.

He wonders how far this will go considering they are both good reputationed people and have never been this far.

He pulls his hand out and she whimpers. He unzips his pants and hears her whisper “oh my god”.

He pulls his kakhis down to his knees and follows with his boxers so his dick is now fully erects and not constrained. He leans over her again.

His right hand moves to her right inner thigh and seperates her legs a bit. He doesn’t really know what he is doing.

He uses his left and and pushes his dick down between her legs. “Oh my god”, she screams as his dick runs over the edge of her panty clad pussy.

He begins rubbing back and forth between her pussy lips, the silk panties are really turning him on.

She guids his hands all over her and she sits up right in front of him still on her knees, him still on his knees. Her bare back pressed against his bare chest. She guides his hands over her front. He follows because she knows what feels good to her and he is going to please her.

His dick got pushed up between her ass and his pelvis when she sat up.

She is moaning fairly loud now as his hands roam her chest and pubic area.

Her hands stop following him and raise up behind his head.

He becomes very daring again and moves his hands to the thin side straps and starts pulling her panties down. She moans encouragement and he looks over her chest and down to see her blonde bush. He groaned as he saw it.

He leans her forward and nudges his dick back under and between her legs. It now rubs right in front of her pussy along the lips and above. He feels her pubic hair agains the top of his dick as he rubs the outside of her pussy.

He pulls back a little til he finds what he think is her opening and pushes in a little.

“OOOHHH MY GOD!” she yells….he pushes a little more a long “ugghhh…” emits from her mouth. She closes her eyes at a little pain as he pushes further. He feels her muscles trying to pull him deeper inside of her.

She looks back behind her just to see his pleasureful face.

He pushes a little more…”Unnghh Mark..”

“Oh baby you feel so tight,” mark says.

He encounters a resistance. He’s read the books he knows what this is. He doesn’t want to hurt her and he doesn’t know what to do. So he starts kinda jabbing at escort bursa her hymen very lightly hoping it will be nice and just break with little pain on her part.

“Its gonna take a little more than that, I’m ok, just do it”…she says.

He slides out til just his head is inside her, she moans in pain and pleasure. He bear hugs her from behind as a way of telling her he’s not trying to hurt her. She is prepared and so is he.

He thrusts his hips fairly hard into her hymen.

“AHHHHHHH” she screams.

He is now completely inside of her. He doesn’t move just yet He lets her float there and feel him and get use to the pain that just overtook her.

Her inner muscles then start to work at him, this is the best experience he has ever felt in his life. He pushes til he can’t go anymore. He reaches around and feels her pubic mound be pushed out a little now that he is inside her.

His arms still around her he pulls out a little, then pushes back in, “ooh that’s nice” he thinks. He pulls out a little further and pushes back in. “This is why its so good” he thinks to himself.

“Mark don’t stop…please don’t stop” Jessica moans to him.

He doesnt’ know how much he can take considering he’s never had sex before but he pulls out some more and pushes in faster. “unnnhh…mark…again”…..Please more…

He pushes again….and again.

“Mark you feel so good inside me.”

He pulls out til just the head is inside. He holds it there wondering how she will react.

She thrusts her hips back to meet him. The both moan at the new feelings.

He grabs her hips and pushes her away…then faster he pushes her back onto him.

“Mark…Mark….Please….uhnnnhhh…faster…” She says between gasps.

“Oh god baby…he moans feeling a buzzing in his stomach.

Thrusting in harder and harder her back glistens with a little sweat. She starts thrusting herself back to him hard, her ass cheeks hit is pelvis hard, he likes it very much.

He pushes up and deep inside her. He slows down a little and tries to get as deep as he can.

His feet start to tingle as she thrusts back on to him. She screams and moans loudly on each push. She slows a little then in one moment she pushes back as hard as she can while he pushes forward and he bumps the end of her love tunnel, she sits there and spasms…having her first vaginal orgasm. She can’t move besides involuntary and her body shakes in his arms.

He thrusts a little again and she moans saying “Oh my god even after you feel good” He thrusts upwards as hard as he can while she comes down from climax and starts building up again. he feels more wetness on his dick as he slides, it rubs his head and a boiling between his legs start to happen.

“Do it….do it mark, I don’t care…just keep going”

He feels his balls start to tremble as he thrusts “ahh….ahhh!…AHHH!!!” he shouts in unison with her in his last 3 thrusts. He stops inside her on his last thrust and shoots his seed inside. This feeling of warmth triggers another orgasm for her and she starts shaking. He moans as more cum keeps pumping out of his dick inside her. She collapses and he goes right on top of her back as she falls. They breathe heavily and come down from their passion…

-They later break up due to her moving a couple states over from him-

…to be continued with Mark’s next girl…

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Bill lay next to Alice, his hand under her cheerleader sweater running over her plump breasts. He thought of removing her blindfold, but thought she looked sexier with it on. Instead, he lay there and thought of what had just happened and what would happen next.

Sister Rose would not blow the whistle on him. Maybe she would have, but as soon as she saw Alice lying on Bill’s bed and went down on her, she was in no position to say anything.

Bill wasn’t about to say anything about anything, although he wasn’t particularly proud. He had somehow got involved with this 18-year old girl. OK, not “somehow”. He got them both drunk and taken her virginity, then proceeded to fuck her all night long and most of the next day. He had also fucked Sister Rose, taking her virginity also.

Alice was the wildcard. She could tell someone and make life miserable for Bill and, if she got wind of Sister Rose’s involvement, her too.

The scene playing in Bill’s head of Sister Rose kneeling between Alice’s legs licking at her pussy while he fucked her from behind made his cock stir again. He got up, knelt over Alice’s head and lowered his cock, sliding the not-yet-hard tool between her lips and into her mouth. Alice did not hesitate to work on him, licking and sucking his cock to hardness. Gently, he started working his cock in and out of her mouth.

Across town, another scenario was playing out. Sister Rose had grabbed her clothes out of Bill’s bedroom, bursa escort dressed in the living room and dashed to her car to drive back to the convent. She did not want to talk to Bill or get caught by Alice and she, too, wondered what would happen next. She had gone to Bill’s house to see what was going on with him and Alice and to make sure Alice was OK but ended up in a kinky threesome.

She couldn’t object to Bill and Alice’s relationship now. Besides, Alice was a consenting adult and there was nothing Sister Rose could do legally. Maybe she could talk to Alice and explain that a relationship with a man 25 years her senior, an alcoholic with perverse sexual tendencies, would not be the right thing for her. But for right now, she just wanted to get cleaned up.

Sister Rose walked through the front door of the convent and avoided meeting any other sisters, lest the guilt on her face reveal what she had done. She quickly retired to her room which, because of her rank, afforded her with a private bath, and prepared for a shower. She gasped as she removed her bra, the material sliding across her nipples which were still hard and sensitive. She touched them, running the nubs between her thumbs and fingers, creating a spark-like feeling. She could feel a tingling between her legs, the same feeling when she walked into Mr. Walter’s bedroom and saw Alice tied spread-eagle to the bed, her pussy open and glistening.

Snapping back to her senses with a feeling bursa escort bayan of guilt, Sister Rose continued to undress and stepped into the shower. She soaped her wash cloth and started cleaning herself but that tingling feeling started again as she ran the soapy cloth over her breasts. She dropped the cloth and let her bare hands, well lubricated by the soap, caress each breast. It had been years since she had experienced this wonderful feeling of self-pleasure, and she let one hand slip lower, across her belly and down to her pussy where she started the rhythmic stroking of masturbation.

Her mind relived the feelings she had kneeling at Alice’s pussy, running her tongue up and down her slit and slapping the young girl’s juices. She fantasized that Mr. Walters, or even Alice, was between her legs licking and probing with their tongue deep into her pussy. Her long middle fingers stroked down across her clit and curled back inside her where she was slick from her juices.

Within a minute, she experienced her second orgasm in an hour, her second in years.

Back at Bill’s house, Bill was hard and ready to go again. Sliding further down the bed, he positioned himself between Alice’s full thighs and lifted her legs up on his shoulders. Then, leaning forward and almost bending Alice in half, he slid his spit-covered cock into her pussy and started pumping in and out of her. He reached down and untied the blindfold and pulled it off, letting escort bursa Alice see for the first time in an hour. She looked up at him and smiled. There was no place she would rather have him than inside her.

He could tell that she was nearing orgasm. Alice’s breathing was becoming staggered and she clutched at the ropes that tied her hands to the bedposts. Her eyes were closed and she moaned and grunted as Bill thrust into her. Finally, Bill felt her pussy tighten and she cried out as she came. Bill continued to fuck her until she came again, this time pleading with him to stop.

“No more, Mr. Walters,” she cried. “I’m so sore.”

He could understand, since in the past 18 hours they had make love about 10 times, but he still needed to get off. Pulling out of Alice’s pussy, he pushed her legs back so that her knees were just under her chin and exposed her butt. He and aimed his cockhead at her anus, slid in easily and started fucking her ass. Within minutes he felt his balls tighten and he pushed one final time into Alice as far as he could where he emptied another load deep into her.

They lay there for a while, both spent from their activities, until Alice stirred.

“Mr. Walters, I need to get home. I’m sure my parents will be calling to see how I’m doing.”

Bill smiled at her. “And what are you going to tell them?”

“That I’ve spent most of the weekend getting fucked,” she said with a smile, “and loving every minute of it.”

“I’m glad you did,” Bill replied. “Now, why don’t I get you untied and give you a ride home.”

The ride to Alice’s house was a quiet one. But the roar of what might happen next continued in the minds of three people.

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Until a year ago I would never have dreamt that I could ever be cuckolded; let alone actually hiring the Bull for my wife.

As a young man I had many lovers; all ages, sizes and classes then I met my wife to be in 1997 and fell madly in love.

I was 32 and she 24 at the time; and when we had sex sparks would literally fly. We did absolutely everything two people could do and twice; on holiday indulged in MMF threesomes; much to both of our delight.

Then, without boring you with the details I had ‘man troubles’ necessitating an operation that meant I can’t achieve an erection and my libido was virtually zilch.

The good news is I’m still alive and can still achieve something called a dry orgasm; and with a lot of effort we can still have penetrative sex; but it’s not the same; and at only 43 it was heartbreaking that Kirsty’s sex life was about to dry up alongside mine.

I had surprised myself during our marriage that I had pretty much been able to keep my prick in my pants; well to be fair I had strayed a couple of times at business conferences and, in mitigation I knew Kirsty had had a short affair with a guy at work and my spies told me that there may have been two other dalliances on ‘girls holidays;’ but that just fed my dirty imagination.

One night after a lot of effort on my behalf and nothing to show for it I joked that “I would have to get a man in.” My wife laughed at the time; and it became a sort of running joke over the next couple of weeks. We had always shared our fantasies so I knew what turned her on; continuously whispering that I was going to ‘get her a well hung, tattooed stud to fuck her ragged’ as I fingered her fucked her to orgasm with a dildo. When I went into really intimate details she wriggled and wriggled until she came really hard; even squirting a little bit, which she had not done in years.

I repeated the exercise the next three nights; with the result being exactly the same but on the fourth night as I fingered her arse and fucked her pussy with a big dildo at the same time while telling her to imagine that it was two big young cocks; she cried out as she came… “Yes…yes…YES…DO IT… MAKE IT HAPPEN!”

We hugged afterwards and I had to ask if she was serious. My wife slowly turned away until we were in the spoons position.

“Yes.” she whispered as I caressed her tits; “I think so…but only if.” Then she fell silent.

“If, what?” I asked as I felt her nipple stiffen again.

There was another silence.

“Would you be there?”

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead.” I lied. “Would you want me there or would you want to do it in private?”

“It was kinda cool…you know…in Malaga, when…you know… we…did it with that Australian waiter and…it was so…intimate being there with you.”

“God.” I sighed; “If it’s not me doing it, I can’t think of anything hornier than watching you take a great big cock.” I whispered as my hand wandered down her stomach until I was stroking her neatly trimmed pubes. She instinctively parted her legs for the third time, while I rubbed her clit; retelling the fantasy of watching her with a couple of young, rough lads who would fuck her in every hole then spunk all over her tits and face. She came for the third time that night.

My search began in earnest the next evening; although I already knew which sites to go on as I was now frequently masturbating in secret.

Over a glass or two of wine a couple of nights later I asked again if she was serious. Kirsty blushed, then shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “I think so.”

Looking into her eyes told me that she’d thought of nothing else in the last few days either.

“Have a look here.” I smiled, “I have done some research and I found these sites.”

“You dirty sod!” She laughed and slapped my arm; “have you been looking at porn?”

“Only for research purposes my Dear.” I laughed as I opened the site on my laptop.

“I see you already a member.” She raised her eyebrows and smirked.

I carried on; explaining my thoughts that it would be best to keep this as a ‘business proposition’ so emotions wouldn’t spoil things.

She agreed; “It’s a bit like internet shopping, isn’t it?”

Unsurprisingly Kirsty was quite picky in what she wanted, so each one was at least 6 feet tall (I am 5ft 7) muscly and preferably tattooed and ‘hung like a horse!’ An hour later we had made a short list of 5 guys who fit her requirements and all lived within 40 miles of our home.

“What now?” She excitedly enquired as she continued looking at cock after cock.

“you bursa escort will have to take some sexy photos and fill in a profile.” I smiled. “Then contact the lads…or Bulls, as they like to call themselves.”

“How sexy?”

I clicked onto the Lady Members page, “That sexy!” I chuckled as I scrolled past photos of middle aged women in and out of lingerie, exposing their tits and occasionally their pussies.

“Well?” She asked as she gulped down her wine. “Shall we?”

I grinned and nodded.

I took about 50 photos of her in a couple of sets of stockings, suspenders and bras then as another glass of wine took hold her bra came off, then her knickers. I only wish I’d suggested taking sexy photos years ago; she was a natural and never had a smile off her face!

By midnight I’d uploaded 16 and had filled out a bio; which wasn’t too far from the truth; especially the bit about ‘needing a big cock or two because my husband can’t satisfy me any more.’

We went to bed drunk on wine and expectation.

The following morning, Kirsty was already in the kitchen when I wandered downstairs.

“Morning,” I croaked through a haze.

“Good morning my sweet.” She giggled as she poured me a coffee. “I had a peek at the laptop.” My wife grinned.

“And?” I asked nervously.

“SHIT Dan! You should see the responses and comments!” She giggled as her dressing gown slipped open, showing she was naked and her nipples looked like coat pegs. From the pink flush on her chest I suspected she had already been playing with herself.

“And?” I repeated as she brought me the machine; which was already on her page.

“Look, loads of those lads replied and four have offered their services too!” Kirsty was now scrolling down the comments on each photo…and all I can say is the members were impressed; and why wouldn’t they be? “That one…that one.” She sighed and repeated “That one lives about 10 miles away and wants to…see me today!”

“Shit?” She giggled; “What have we done?”

“It’s up to you.” I told her as I gathered my thoughts; “He says he can’t wait…it’s up to you now.”

Kirsty suddenly looked shocked.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Kirsty curled her lips and grinned… “Should I?”

I nodded and hugged her.

After breakfast we agreed to contact the lad and see what happened.

By lunchtime he had responded in the affirmative; agreeing to me watching. Even though I couldn’t get a hard on; I had a buzz in my balls for the first time in months as we e-mailed each other (in the guise of Kirsty) talking about what he wanted them to do to her while I waggled my cock in the corner.

I booked a room at a Motorway Services about twenty miles away and close enough for us to get to; arranging to meet in the cafe at 8pm.

We hardly spoke for the next couple of hours, after she let me help select her outfit; a shortish black skirt, a fairly see-thru chiffon blouse and black underwear including seamed stockings of course. as Kirsty showered and ‘did her hair and make-up’ and made her appearance at 7.15.

WOW…she looked so sexy and her red lipstick made her ever so slutty too. We played some Marvin Gaye in the car as Jarrod sent my wife a series of sexy texts making her squirm in her seat. We arrived at the Services with 10 minutes to spare and immediately checked in, then looked over the room which was the clean side of seedy, before going into the cafe where he was already waiting for us in a corner seat.

Just like in in his profile he was over 6 feet tall, shaven headed and had a huge bodybuilder chest and his arms were covered in tattoos.

As we nervously approached them, Jarrod stood up to greet my wife with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then playfully squeezed her arse right in front of me.

“Sit yourself down sexy,” he told my wife and guided her into the corner of the booth, then turned to me “Get us a couple of Cappuccinos.”

It was obvious he was setting the rules; and I meekly complied. When I returned my wife was looking flushed and was squirming in her seat as I placed the drinks on the table.

“Here is a present for you.” Jarrod grinned as he slid my wife’s silk knickers across the table, landing about a foot away from me, so anyone could see. As I quickly grabbed them I realised it had taken him less than 5 minutes to get her knickers off; and judging by the way she was twisting her hips I guessed he was already fingering her.

Both ignored me over the next ten minutes; as Kirsty did ask him how often ‘did this’ and what bursa escort bayan where the other women like.

Jarrod was 25 and a personal trainer and nightclub bouncer; which put him in touch with lots of ‘lonely, horny married women and men who wanted to see their wives getting a proper fuck; just like him.” He sniggered as he looked at me.

I couldn’t believe my eyes in the next 15 minutes as Kirsty rubbed his dick through his jogging pants while he had his hand up her skirt and fingered her. At one stage he even teased me by sniffing his finger than offering me a taste; which I declined.

“Time for action.” Jarrod, coldly told me as he finished his coffee. “Come on sexy; let’s give you some real cock.”

I trailed behind them as other customers looked on in astonishment plus a couple of lorry drivers nudged each other, then wink at me.

“Hurry up limp dick.” Jarrod chided me as they waited at the door to our room; “if you don’t open that fucking door soon she’s gonna suck my cock out here…aren’t you?”

Kirsty just smiled and groped the bulge in his pants again, as I put the key in the door. They barged past me and ended in a heap on the bed; immediately pulling clothing off as her tits, his cock and then her sopping wet freshly shaved pussy were all being grabbed pulled and prodded.

It only took a couple of minutes for the Bull to be naked and Kirsty lying next to him just in her stockings and shoes, sucking furiously on his cock.

He hadn’t been kidding in his bio; his monster dick easily looked over 7 inches long and much thicker than mine had ever been too.

“Jesus! That really is huge!” Kirsty giggled as she held it too attention; “this is going to be fun.”

My wife has always been a good cocksucker; but tonight she was surpassing herself, spitting on it then chewing on his ball bag; and occasionally virtually swallowing all of his large boner when he firmly pulled her head onto it.

All of the time the Bull was giving me a running commentary as I stared on in disbelief.

“Get on all fours baby.” He grunted. My wife twisted her body and meekly spread her legs, in expectation. She wasn’t disappointed. The tattooed bodybuilder teased her by rubbing his bell-end along her gaping slit; until she actually pushed her hips back onto it; letting out a gleeful sigh as it easily slid up her underused slit.

I had took no effort from the Bull to bury his 7 1/2 inches balls deep inside my middle-aged hot wife and when he did she began twisting her hips, while playing with the biggest set of balls I’ve ever seen.

Soon he was fucking my wife so hard doggy style her tits were bouncing from side to side as she threw her head backwards and forwards.

“She’s as Tight as fuck!” The Bull laughed at me, “but so wet it feels like she’s pissed herself! Use it or lose it mate. A horny MILF like this needs a regular servicing.”

Didn’t I just know it?

The huge mixed-race bodybuilder then grunted as he pulled his long cock out of my wife’s hot gash; and I swear I actually heard a ‘plop’ as his swollen bell-end finally come out..

As they moved around the bed Kirsty was wide-eyed and looked dazed and confused with her mouth hanging open and her labia dangling swollen between her legs.

“Come here.” The Bull grunted as he grabbed her hair and pulled her face down to meet his cock, where she wrapped her fingers around the shaft , her wedding ring sparkling in the half light, and began spitting on his pussy coated purple knob; before sucking and licking like a crazy woman; something she had never done to me.

“Hmm she’s some dirty fucking cocksucker isn’t she?” Jarrod laughed at me as he slowly slid his cock into my wife’s willing mouth; “I bet she’s never sucked you like this, has she?” He then began thrusting incredibly hard down Kirsty throat making her gag; but that didn’t deter them one little bit.

“I bet you’re dying for a wank aren’t you?” He sneered as he smeared his cock across Kirsty’s face. “Get it out then and give us a laugh.”

Blushing I unzipped my jeans and dropped them to my ankles, then with a heavy heart pulled my jockeys down.

“Fucking Hell!” The Bull howled; “it looks like a fucking acorn!” He was right of course; but a after a few shakes I soon got it to about three inches long; making him shake his head.

“Come on sexy, show that limp dick how you can really fuck.” He firmly told my wife as he pulled his long cock out of her mouth. “Get on board and ride the cock train!” He rolled back and without a word my sexy wife straddled his escort bursa huge dick and slowly lowered herself down; whimpering all the way.

“Bounce on the fucker you dirty cunt!” The Bull curtly told her as he slapped her arse. Kirsty immediately did as she was told and began quickly bouncing up and down; completely filling her cunt with his fat cock; sighing and gasping on each thrust.

“Pull your cheeks apart and show the wanker what a real cock looks like up your cunt.”

Kirsty leant forward smothering his face in her luscious tits then slid her hands onto her arse and gently separated the cheeks; allowing me an amazing view of his fat cock stretching her bald cunt and again her wedding ring seemed to sparkle.

“Up and down, up and down…like a good whore.” He laughed in between titty slurps. Again Kirsty did as she was told; slowly rising until his cock nearly came out then back down again.

Fucking hell; my cock was waggling like a kids windmill at the sight.

“Get back on your fucking knees.” The Bull eventually grunted. Kirsty reluctantly moved off his dick and complied and took up the new position but facing me, as the grinning Bull positioned himself between her spread legs.

“Have you ever fucked her arse?” He grinned again as he dribbled spit between her cheeks.

I shook my head; although it had been a regular thing some years ago.

“Hahahaha…you don’t know what you’re missing; and neither does she.” The Bull chuckled as he spat more firmly on her anus then rubbed it in with some pussy juice making her jaw drop in anticipation.

“Oh shit!” Kirsty gasped as his bell end touched her ring, and the first time she looked across at me and saw me shaking my cock as if I wanted to tear it off. “Ugh…uggh…oh my God…Oh GOD!” She squealed as the Bull’s huge cock slowly slid up her arse; making her bite her lip and screw here eyes tightly closed.

“Huh, huh, huh.” The Bull grunted as he forced the last couple of inches deep inside my wife’s glorious arse hole.

“Come here soft cunt.” He waved at me; “come and get a close up.” Fascinated I did.

“Isn’t that a fucking turn on?” he laughed as he grabbed my head and pulled it downwards as he withdrew about four inches, “sniff it…sniff it…kiss it…kiss her arsehole!”

His hand forced my head down until my lips were touching her stretched arsehole and his gnarly cock. “Kiss it!” I did…over and over again; with him calling me a sissy and a wanker; before pushing me away and pounding her arse for what seemed a lifetime; with Kirsty making all kinds of pleasurable noises as the Bull buggered her ragged; just like he promised.

Even a man like him couldn’t keep up that pace forever; and with Kirsty no pushing back to meet his violent thrusts he shouted, “Faster, pussycat…faster!” As he slapped her swaying tits “make me cum…make me fill your married arse with spunk.” The Bull grunted as he began savagely thrusting his cock deep inside her cavity.

“Fuck.” He gasped as his back straightened and he appeared to be filling her arsehole with his spunk, “Oh FUCK…FUCK…FUCK.” Now his thrusts were much slower but just as deep as he emptied his balls and flopped onto her back.

They remained like this for a few seconds until her unceremoniously pulled his greasy cock out; leaving her once tight bud stretched beyond all recognition and lumpy spunk oosing out and down her thighs.

Kirsty lay flat out, but with her legs still splayed for a minute or so as both regained their breath and composure.

“Which one of you is gonna clean this fucker up?” The Bull chuckled as waved his spunk smeared dick from side to side.

Kirsty actually looked at me, but we both knew she couldn’t resist another gobble; even if it had just been up her arsehole. Aching from the last hour or so she slowly turned until she was side on to the stud and tentatively kissed his bell end as he put his arm around her shoulder and jiggled her 34c tits; “Clean it good honey.” He laughed; “every fucking drop.”

Kirsty looked across at me and smiled before slowly licking the soft shaft, carefully scooping up every drop of spunk on her tongue, then wrapping her left hand, wedding ring and all around it and wanked it as she tried to suck it back into life; but that probably wasn’t going to happen; especially when he nonchalantly looked at his watch and said; “Sorry sweetie; got to go…work calls.”

Satisfied his cock was now clean he stood up and laughed; “I will leave you two young lovers alone now. But you know where I am when you want some more…and you will.”

He was right of course; a week later we invited him to the house where he is now a regular visitor along with a couple of his bodybuilder friends which I wasn’t aware of until she showed me a tape they’d made!

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I call my friend’s mom Mummy. Mummy wears only saree at home; Mummy never wears bra while at home; Mummy’s figure is short, sexy, right size breasts and correct size ass. Her color is white and texture of the skin is amazing; she’s actually around 50 years old but her body doesn’t show the age. Her hair is pure black and she doesn’t dye her hair at all. Since she was 37 till 48 she didn’t get fucked much as her husband was working at overseas. But I’m sure she’ll get fucked every once in two years when her husband comes back home for vacation.

I always wanted to feel her and fuck her. I’d give anything to have her for a couple of days alone with me. I don’t care whether she likes it or just a ****. I don’t care at all.

Her breasts are not exactly straight or tight. It’s a little saggy to give a good feeling to my hands. I like the breasts a bit saggy. They are also now so big to hold; they are perfect size to hold and pull the nipple using my thumb and forefinger. I’m sure her nipples are black as most Indian women’s nipples are black which are sexy by the way. The mangal sutra adds a sexiness to the breasts. I think the fact that she’s married and somebody else’s wife gives me a kick to fuck her. I won’t show any kindness when I bang her crotch using my penis. I love that.

After my initial incidents I described already in other stories, I went to Mummy’s house to see her. She was not alone. Her husband was sitting in the living room watching TV just wearing lungi and baniyan; her younger sister was cutting vegetables in the same room; her younger sister’s children were playing in the foyer and making noise.

I said hi to everybody and talked the usual things bursa escort to her younger sister and her husband. I asked them where is Mummy. They said she’s in the kitchen frying chicken and asked me to go to the kitchen. I passed them and went to kitchen; They started watching TV again.

Mummy was turning back and frying something. She doesn’t know that I’m here. Her left breast is showing 80% on the grey blouse. Of course no bra usage while in the house. Her left hip is fully showing with some spots of sweat due to the frying work. I stand there and looked this for 30 seconds and I looked towards the living room to see the situation over there. They are just watching TV very interestingly and not looking at me or this side. They are watching VCR not a cable telecast so they won’t get any advertisements.

I thought for 10 seconds and made up my mind what and how exactly am I going to do a quickie with Mummy. I zipped down my pants; I get rid of my pants and folded in to few folds; I removed my underwear and kept inside the pant. I turned back and made sure there is nobody upstairs or downstairs looking at me. I once again looked at the living room and they were laughing out loud for some jokes in the TV. Mummy has no clue what’s happening at her back in the last 2 minutes or so.

I marched inside the kitchen towards Mummy. She hasn’t heard or recognized my visit yet. I put my pant and underwear near the wall inside the kitchen. I went and cupped her left breast using my left hand and right hand to close her mouth towards the right side of her face. I did that exactly the same second. I cupped her left breast and I couldn’t control closing my eyes due to the soft feeling bursa escort bayan of her breast especially over the braless & inexpensive blouse garment.

She got an idea about what I am going to do but don’t know the full plan. She hasn’t turned around to see my nakedness yet. She continued working on the stove. I continued massaging her left breast. I removed my right hand from my her mouth and moved it to the right breast but underneath her saree pallu. Removing her saree is not my intention now. I closed my eyes and massaged both her breast in circles. She laughed a bit and enjoyed my circular massage.

I did this for 3 minutes or so; my cock is looking at my face and she doesn’t know anything about my nakedness yet. My plan is to fuck her from her backside really quick while her husband and younger sister are in the next room. I know I am taking a huge risk but that’s what I love about. Now I put my cock my her ass over the saree. She’s feeling my cock just now and realized that I’m naked.

She’s trying to turn to see but my hands on her breasts at not allowing her to turn back. She stopped resisting. I told her in her ear that I’m going to do a quickie — quick fuck — in 2 minutes while her husband is just a few feet away with a wall in between her. She started smiling and gave me a signal that she’s ready for the adventure. Remember, I’m not stopping my hands moving over her breasts.

Once she heard my saying she immediately reached for the oil can. She handed me the oil can and I left her breasts and dipped my cock in the oil can. I gave her the oil can back to her and she kept it near the stove.

I bent down and reached for her saree down-end. escort bursa I pulled her saree with pavadai towards up and bunched above her crotch area. She stopped frying the chicken just now. She moved ass backwards and her chest downwards to get to the right doggy position. She also widened her legs to give me access to her cute cunt.

I took my hands back to the breasts and moved my crotch to ass. I didn’t do any positioning of my cock but it just went inside like a needle in the banana. She closed her eyes for 2 seconds when the cock went inside her pussy. I asked her to bend further and enjoy the fuck. She listened to me and bent a bit more. Oh man! I am fucking her in my favorite position, doggy style, in my favorite place in the house, kitchen, and just a few feet away from her husband.

I fucked her really fast and my only aim to cum in her pussy as soon as possible. I am also pressing the shit of her both breasts. Her saree pallu kind of adjusted in the middle due to my massaging of breasts. Her breasts are very soft and beautiful. I’m also sometimes using my thumb and forefinger rotating her nipples over the blouse. She loves it. I am not stopping fucking her pussy though. Even with the oil in my cock her cunt is very tight. She was kinda clenching her butt to make it tight. Older women know that kinda tricks.

I am feeling my climax and told her that I’m going to cum. She said I’m going to cum as well — but second time. Oh boy! She already came once??? I fucked her butt at the rate of 5 moves per second and moving my hands at the rate of 4 moves per second.

I hit her butt like my cock and butt would go inside her pussy. I clenched my butt and dispensed all of my semen inside her pussy. I removed my pussy and dress in 20 seconds. She left the saree to the floor and started frying the chicken. She also adjustment her saree to cover both breasts now.

This is the quickie man.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for the feedback on my first story. I hope everyone who enjoys this story leaves some feedback as well, as well as anyone who didn’t like it and why. This story is a sequel to Rachel’s Cold, and although it is not necessary to read that previous to this story, I would recommend it. Thanks to Rei for inspiring me.

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Rachel was so excited she could barely sleep. This time tomorrow she would be on a college campus for the first time in her life. It had been nearly six months since she had seen him. That was Christmas, it seems like ages ago. College had treated her brother right, he started dressing better, he had more confidence, and he even had a girlfriend. Rachel didn’t really like to think about that, and her brother Brian had spent most of his time home at Christmas visiting old friends from high school. The truth was, Rachel’s feelings were more than a little hurt. Sure, they never even so much as kissed the rest of the summer, but she felt like she was closer to her big brother than ever. After that night at the cabin a few weeks before he left, Rachel beamed at the memory. Her first time, shared with the man she loved most, and he would barely even make casual conversation with her at Christmas. Rachel had looked forward to seeing him for months, and all she got was a quick goodbye hug.

The next day all hard feelings were a distant memory as Rachel bid her parents goodbye. “Promise me you’ll call when you get there” her dad worried.

“I promise dad. I love you guys, I’ll make sure to let you know if Brian’s wasting your money at the big university” Rachel kidded. She loaded a weekend’s worth of clothes and started her three hour journey to the big city. The university Brian had chosen to attend was located directly in downtown, and was a big engineering school. On top of that, Brian had been a fan of their sports teams for as long as he could remember, although he was not talented enough to compete. One thing he could compete for was a civil engineering degree, and judging from his first semester he was off to a quick start. Rachel smiled as she thought of her brother’s accomplishments. He seemed like a different person when she saw him at Christmas, she couldn’t wait to see him in his new environment.

The Naruto ring tone on her cell phone broke her reminiscing. “Hello?” Rachel asked.

“Hey girl how are you? Are you on the road yet?”

“Hi Brian. Yes I’m about an hour away, do you have a good time lined up for me?”

“Yeah of course, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. I’ve got bad news though, Steve didn’t go home this weekend.”

“Oh” Rachel said.

“Yeah but don’t worry, we’ll find a place for you to sleep. Tara has an extra bed if nothing else, maybe we’ll both sleep there.” Brian responded.

“Oh…well, we’ll figure out something, I’ll call you when I get there and can’t find a parking spot” Rachel joked.

“Ok beautiful, drive safe and I’ll see you when you get here.”

The next hour Rachel wanted to just turn around and go home. She couldn’t believe that her brother was passing her off to his girlfriend. And like she is going to sit there and listen to them have sex! Rachel was nearly in tears, she couldn’t believe that her brother was being so selfish and inconsiderate. As she entered downtown she decided to just make the best of it. Maybe she would feel better once she saw her brother, perhaps she was just overreacting. It’s not like she wanted to have sex with him again, she didn’t really know why she was getting so upset. She just wanted some attention though, and it seemed like Brian wouldn’t even be able to do that for her.

As she looked for a place to park, she noticed the campus for the first time. It surprised her, although it was located in the middle of downtown, there seemed to be trees and rolling grass hills everywhere. Dorms were well maintained, there was the football stadium, Rachel marveled at the architecture. Even though she had to park a decent walk from Brian’s dorm, Rachel didn’t mind. As she inhaled she smelled the first risings of summer, birds and little animals were active, as were the students. Various pockets of people playing Frisbee, hackeysack, and just reading added to the atmosphere which refreshed Rachel. By the time Brian buzzed her into his dorm she was intoxicated by the intellectual college atmosphere.

“Hey sis, wow you look amazing!” Brian exclaimed as he leaned in to hug her.

“Hey” Rachel blushed. “I didn’t know you could make eye contact with me anymore since you’re a big college guy” she teased.

“Oh come on, you know I love you, my baby girl” Brian proclaimed.

“I guess” Rachel pouted.

“You’re serious? Come here and sit down.” Brian shut his dorm door behind his sister. For the first time Rachel looked around the dorm. From the inside college life didn’t seem quite as great. This room was pretty small, and he shares it with a guy named Steve? Rachel smiled as she saw the loft bursa escort beds. Her brother was always so smart like that. The two beds were raised about five feet in the air, allowing for a small common’s area below, complete with a futon and couch and television. If the beds had been on the ground like most, there would have never been enough room for that much furniture, computers and stereo equipment.

“Here, sit on the futon with me Rachel. I think we need to talk.”

Rachel sat down and looked up at Brian with her big blue eyes. She sniffled, betraying her true feelings. “Rachel, you know I love you. I love you so much. I love you so much I could barely look at you during Christmas. I think about you all the time. What we did was amazing, it was so special to me, but you know we can’t be together.”

“I know” Rachel whispered.

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world, I’m so glad it happened. But I don’t want it to mess our relationship up.”

“I don’t either” Rachel choked out.

Brian leaned over and kissed a tear as it rolled of his sister’s cheek. She started to weep openly as the two embraced. “I know” Brian whispered, “it’s ok, let it out.” He gently stroked her long straight hair all the way down her back as she just held his broad chest.

“Why do you have to smell so good” Rachel whined as they both shared a laugh. All of a sudden the two were rudely interrupted by the door flying open.

“Whoa, sorry man” Steve exclaimed as he quickly backed out of the room.

“No it’s alright, come on in Steve” Brian said. As Steve entered the dorm Rachel smiled. She didn’t know Steve was Asian.

“Hey I’m sorry about that Brian. Oh, right, this must be your sister. You didn’t tell me how pretty she was.”

“Yeah I know, because you were supposed to go home, charmer”‘ Brian retorted. “Rachel, this is Steve, my roommate. Steve, this is Rachel, my sister” emphasized Brian.

“I’m very pleased to meet you. Your brother has told me so many nice things about you” Steve exclaimed as he kissed Rachel’s hand.

“That’s funny, he hasn’t told me anything about you Steve” Rachel teased. Brian interjected “what’s there to say? He’s Steve, he’s the smartest guy on campus, never has to study, and has more girlfriends than an average frat.”

“Brian that is not true. I never kiss and tell, and I’d certainly never brag about any academic achievements. Don’t mistake my flirting for any promiscuity, I’m merely out to show women a great evening and hoping to find the woman for the rest of my life.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night buddy”

“Usually that’s your girlfriend” Steve quipped back. Rachel laughed out loud at that one. “Whoops, I forgot I was in the presence of a lady, my apologies” Steve bowed.

“Yeah, and she’s in high school too pervert” Brian stated in a mocking manor. “Don’t let his smooth manner or skin fool you Rachel.”

“I think I can make up my mind on how smooth his manner and skin are for myself” Rachel teased as all three broke into laughter. The rest of the afternoon was spent with the two gentlemen showing Rachel around campus. They showed her the various commons areas where people hung out. Sometimes there would be some people with acoustic guitars, sometimes people were reading poetry. Steve and Brian seemed to get along great, despite their earlier lighthearted teasing. The three laughed and walked their way around the campus, seeing the several cafeterias, the pool hall, the bowling alley, and eventually settled down for some dinner at the dining hall.

“Ahhh the first disappointment, cafeteria food” Rachel proclaimed. “I knew this place couldn’t be perfect” she said as she glanced at Steve. He caught her glance and held it for a second before they both continued to eat. Rachel’s tummy did a flutter as she thought about how smooth Steve actually was. He was pretty tall for an Asian, Taiwanese as she learned, and he had a slender body. His style was impeccable, and his sense of humor indicated his intelligence. If her brother wasn’t there, she didn’t know what she would have done. He might have already fucked her if he had tried, he might fuck her still. The three made plans to hit up a close-by frat house and see the party there.

As they walked up Rachel could feel the beat pulsing through her body, she had never heard a party this loud or with this many people. It was somewhat of a turnoff as it was the complete opposite of what she had observed during the day. Instead of reciting poetry she saw people doing handstands on kegs of beer. These couldn’t be the same people she thought, as she saw a group pour three beers down a huge funnel that traveled down one story directly into one girl’s stomach. “Hey Tara” Brian screamed as he beaconed a beautiful girl over out of the crowd. Rachel hated her immediately. Brian introduced the two girls and went to dance with the blonde with the big tits.

As Rachel leaned up against the wall, she felt like crying again. What bursa escort bayan was wrong she wondered, why did she care so much. It bothered her but she couldn’t figure out why, when all of a sudden a familiar face popped into her view. “Want to dance princess” Steve asked invitingly.

“I’d be honored to” Rachel blushed. The two made their way out onto the dance floor and immediately Steve took the lead. His lean body showed Rachel the beat of the music, and although it was hot and crowded and too loud for her tastes, she felt right at ease. The two moved in unison, like a couple who had danced together for years. Their hips swayed with the beat of the techno. Steve was a total gentleman, respecting Rachel’s space while at the same time making her look amazing on the floor. Before long three songs had passed, Rachel was having an amazing time. Steve’s face glistened a light brown as sweat beaded on his face, and his hips moved with the music in flawless precision. As the music changed gears into more of a rock grind, Steve grabbed Rachel’s hand and led her upstairs. The two pushed up the crowded stairwell and up into a commons room in the frat. The two sat down together on the blue leather couch.

“You know, Rachel, you’re an amazing dancer” Steve complimented.

Rachel blushed, “it was all you, I felt like I didn’t even know what I was doing out there.”

“Nonsense, you had the grace of a ballerina,” Steve paused “and the moves of a cowgirl.”

Again Rachel blushed as she playfully slapped him on the chest. Steve grabbed her hand and pressed it tight against his soft grey shirt. He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly as Rachel closed her eyes. “Can I do that?” Steve asked. Rachel only nodded as she turned her lips ever so slightly towards his. She slid her hand down his chest, feeling some good definition beneath. Steve placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, their lips sliding across each others respective cheeks. She could smell his scent, it was different than her brother’s, could be his diet, could be his perfume. Their lips touched and Rachel jumped as if she had been shocked. Just then she heard Brian call her name. “Hey Rach, Steve here showing you a good time?”

“Hey Brian, I was just keeping your sister company, you know, keeping the wolves at bay.” “I appreciate it buddy, I think it’s time we turned in though. Let’s start to head back” Brian suggested as he helped Rachel up off the couch. “You know, you could always sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the futon, Steve’s cool.”

Rachel looked back at her brother with her wide eyes. “Yeah, actually just let me sleep on the futon, that way if I have to potty I won’t have to jump down.” She smiled inwardly as she imagined the possibilities. The three started a brisk walk through the campus. It was strange, here she was in the middle of a huge city, but she felt perfectly secure. There were no signs of the inner city visible save for the skyscrapers that peppered the skyline. All three held hands with Rachel in the middle, and she had to giggle as she felt both boys squeeze her at different times. There was lots of laughter as the three piled into the dorm and finally into the pair’s room.

“You know Brian, we had a deal, whenever one of us brought a girl home the other found a place to sleep” Steve chided.

“That’s true Steve, where are you going to go?”

“Ahhh man that’s your sister! That’s nasty” Steve laughed.

“Exactly, that’s why I’m staying here” Brian remarked.

Brian took Rachel into the community boys shower, scouting ahead to make sure it was empty. She walked in and was shocked. There were 6 shower stalls with only flimsy shower curtains keeping it from being one giant unit. The outside of the room was littered with sinks, while toilets were on the other side of the shower enclosure. “Wow, this is pretty brutal bro” Rachel sympathized.

“It’s not that bad. Are you having a good time?”

Rachel gazed at her big brother and leaned in for a kiss on the lips. Brian kissed her back and then pulled back. “I am having a good time. I love you Brian it’s so good to see you again.”

“It’s really good to have you here Rachel” Brian said as he hugged his baby sister. “Now go get changed and brush your teeth, we’ve got a long day tomorrow.” Rachel ducked into a stall and unbuckled her tight jeans. She slid the zipper down and inched them down her thick round hips. Her light blue panties were in a brief cut, high around the leg. After her jeans were off she pulled her red blouse over her head to reveal a lacy black bra that fit her breasts just right. She chuckled as she thought about walking out and seeing Brian’s reaction. She was pretty sure he had gone through her underwear a few times after they had fucked, but up until two minutes ago they had never so much as kissed again. She pulled over her long pink ‘Hello Kitty’ sleep shirt and pulled her hair out the back. The long straight brown hair cascaded down her escort bursa back as she stretched up on her calves and thrust her hips and chest out. Mmmmm she was certainly going to sleep well tonight. The two headed back into the room to find Steve already back in his bunk. Rachel gasped as she saw he was shirtless laying on his back reading his new episode of ‘Sport Rider.’ She saw his defined six pack, the lines standing out against his totally smooth chest, the color as brown as his face, such a gorgeous tan. “For christs sake put some clothes on” Brian teased as he leapt up onto his bunk.

Rachel giggled as she slid onto the futon. “Hey, one of you bitches better give up a pillow. Can’t believe you’re making the girl sleep on the floor” Rachel pouted.

Brian tossed a pillow down “I said you could have my bed twerp. Quit crying.” “You know you can sleep in my bed. I’ll be a total gentleman” Steve said as he gazed into Rachel’s blue eyes. His brown eyes bore into her soul as she smiled.

“She’ll be fine down there. Night Steve. Night Rachel” Brian sounded off. “Night” Rachel sighed as she continued to stare up at Steve. He held her eyes as he slowly put his hand on the light switch, finally turning the room pitch black. Rachel settled back in the futon. Even though she’s a short girl, it wasn’t very long, and in fact it wasn’t very comfortable. Rachel wondered if she had made a mistake as she tossed around trying to get comfortable. She couldn’t shut off her mind, she wasn’t ready to go to bed yet. Steve had really done a number on her, his skin was so soft, and she always had a soft spot for Asian guys. He was so smooth, his mannerisms just put her at ease. And that kiss, had she jumped because of the kiss or because her brother startled her? She wasn’t sure. “Psst. What are you doing?” Steve whispered.

“I can’t sleep” Rachel squeaked back, just as she heard her brother begin to snore. “Me neither. You should come up here and keep me company, I’ll be good.”

“Umm I don’t know if I should” Rachel responded.

“I’ve slept on that futon, I know how much it sucks, just come up here.”

“Ok” Rachel resigned, still unsure of her true intentions.

She climbed up the loft, or rather tried as she nearly fell on her ass. The pair started giggling as Steve offered his hand and helped pull her up, tucking her neatly into his twin mattress. “Oh it’s neat up here, and your sheets are so soft” Rachel cooed.

“450 thread count, I wouldn’t have it any other way” Steve replied, kissing her softly on her cheek.

“I thought you said I could trust you” Rachel giggled.

“Oh, you can, I promise” Steve said as he kissed down her neck.

“Hmm maybe I should go back down to the futon” Rachel proposed has she placed her hand against his chest to push him away. She gasped as she turned toward Steve. Her hand stayed still against his breast, feeling the contour, his nipple hardening against her palm. Slowly it slid down his abs, so tight she thought. “Maybe not” she whispered as she leaned into Steve’s lips.

The two embraced each other as Steve’s lips explored Rachel’s soft wet mouth. She moaned softly into him and wrapped her leg up over his hip against his ass. Damn, she thought, even his ass was hard. Rachel giggled to herself as she rubbed her hands up and down his muscular back. Steve meanwhile was enjoying the taste of this girl’s lips, she tasted so pure and fresh. He brushed her hair back as he kissed up her nose, to her forehead, and around to her cheek. Rachel blushed at the attention. “Shhhh” Rachel warned, “we can’t wake Brian.”

“Good lord you are gorgeous girl, I can’t believe this is happening” Steve whispered in her ear.

Rachel leaned back “it isn’t if you don’t have a condom.”

Steve smiled and started kissing Rachel again even harder. This time their tongues snuck out as Rachel hungrily sucked him in. Steve momentarily lost his breath, but then began to rub her back. He felt the strap of her bra beneath her ‘Hello Kitty’ nightshirt. His hand slid down the slope of her back, around her thick ass for the first time. Steve pulled her hips close to his, she gasped as his hardness brushed against her soft thighs. His hand slipped up under the shirt, and began to raise it up. Rachel quickly sat up and pulled the nightshirt off, revealing her black bra and blue panties. She could sense Steve’s smile in the darkness as she reached her arms behind her. “May I” Steve whispered?

Rachel nodded as he kissed her collarbones, slowly lowering both straps over her shoulders. His hand went to her chest as he deftly opened the bra through her front closure. Rachel gasped as her pink puffy nipples were exposed to the cool air. Steve laid Rachel down as he kissed down her right breast. Her eyes closed as Steve began to tease her nipple while grinding his crotch against hers. His right hand went up behind Rachel’s head and removed a condom from his stash.

“I guess you’ve done this a lot huh” Rachel whispered.

“Not that much. I just like to come prepared.”

“Did you know we were gonna?”

Steve leaned in and sucked her bottom lip in between his, laying a sloppy kiss on her. “Shhh, we don’t want to wake Brian.”

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As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters of this story exist only within my imagination. Enjoy.

In the summer of 1969, my primary concern was simply to get through my tour of Vietnam in one piece. I was assigned to a platoon humping through the boonies in the Mekong Delta. I was nineteen years old and scared shitless ninety percent of the time and bored shitless the other ten percent. Every soldier had something they clung to as a reminder of the “world” back home. For me, it was my gal, Kimberly Anne Mayfield.

Kimberly and I had known each other since Kindergarten and had been high school sweethearts and were engaged to be married after I got out of the Army. She was the most gorgeous thing…everyone said she looked like Mary-Ann off that silly-assed show, Gilligan’s Island. Kimberly had long black hair she usually kept in a pony-tail, a cute, curvy figure and absolutely killer legs. Of course, a lot of people said she favored my Mom as well and I guess there’s a lot of truth to that old saying…I was going to marry a girl like the dear old girl that married Dad. Except of course, my father never married my mother.

Mom and I had been on our own for as long as I could remember. My father knocked her up just before he shipped off to Korea in 1950. He never made it back to marry Mom and so she raised me all on her own (having an illegitimate baby in 1950 got her kicked out of the house and disowned by her lousy parents and my father’s parents blamed her for him going off and enlisting to begin with and they never had anything to do with us either). Mom was tough and although we struggled in the early years, Mom worked her way through accounting school and by the time I was a teenager, we were living comfortably. And yeah, Kimberly did resemble Mom and Mom really does resemble that Mary-Ann character…if Mary Ann had a lot bigger boobs than she showed off in those halter tops she wore on Gilligan’s Island.

Anyway, I was humping the boonies looking for Vietcong in the rice paddies of the Mekong Delta and just trying to count down my days and dreaming of Kimberly whenever I managed to get any sleep. Well, we rarely saw any VC, not many were left after the Tet Offensive the year before, but one day Victor Charlie left us a present…a minefield that our ninety day wonder of a lieutenant led us smack into the middle of. I remember Donnie B. – a good kid from Alabama, was on my right, bitching softly about his K-rations when suddenly he literally blew up. Something knocked me down and the lights went out.

I woke up in an Army hospital at China Beach and was informed that a piece of shrapnel (a chunk of Donnie’s M-16 in fact), had tore through my shoulder and that I was basically sitting the next month out. I was lucky. The shrapnel had torn through flesh and muscle and would leave me only a nasty looking scar and a lot of nightmares, but that was all. In truth, after two weeks, I could have been returned to light duty, but for some reason, the docs at China beach arranged for me to get two weeks R&R!

I was ecstatic! I immediately arranged to hitch a ride on a transport to Hawaii and called and made a reservation at a little hotel on the beach on the island of Hawaii.. I tried to call Kimberly and tell her to get on a plane, but for almost a day, I couldn’t get through. Finally, I sent a telegram to Mom, asking her to get hold of Kimberly and tell her when I would be in Hawaii and where we would stay. Nine whole days with my fiancée! I couldn’t believe my luck.

My transport ran into a delay in Guam and we sat on the ground for almost twelve hours while they fixed something in the hydraulic system. It was after midnight local time before we landed in Hawaii and nearly two in the morning before I staggered up to the front desk of my hotel and checked in.

A pretty little Japanese-Hawaiian girl checked me in. “We were getting worried about you, Corporal Wells,” she told me. “Mrs. Wells checked in this afternoon.” She smiled knowingly at me and gave me a saucy little wink.

I couldn’t help grinning. A few times before I was shipped off to “Nam,” Kimberly and I had checked into motels as Mr. and Mrs. Wells (this was the 1960s after all and some people still frowned on illicit sex despite the sexual revolution). I felt my heart beat faster and I felt myself stiffening up between my legs. I had been faithful to Kimberly and hadn’t chased any Vietnamese prostitutes, despite being sorely tempted by the beautiful Asian girls.

I hurried down to our room (actually one of many small cottages), and quietly slipped inside. A little moonlight streamed through the patio door, enough for me to see Kimberly asleep under a sheet in the king size bed…her long, dark hair spilling out. I smiled as I heard her softly snoring. I stripped out of my uniform and hung it over a chair.

Naked, I slipped into bed and cuddled up with my sweetheart. Kimberly sighed in her sleep as I scooted up next to her…my bursa escort hard cock pressing against her bare thigh. She was wearing a camisole slip. I ran my fingers up her arm as I kissed the nape of her neck. I tugged down the strap of her slip and cupped her breast, fuller than I remembered, her nipple growing thick and long under my teasing thumb. I traced fingers on downward across her stomach and over her hip, making my girlfriend shiver as I ran a finger down the crack of her ass (delighted to find her without panties!). As I nuzzled her neck and earlobe, my fingers slipped and parted her legs and found their way into her furry bush (hairier than I recalled…but it had been six months) and began stroking her labia lips.

“Yesssss, babyyy!” she murmured in her sleep…spreading her legs wider, allowing my finger to slip into her steamy, wet pussy. She turned, her arm going around my neck, her lips finding mine…our tongues coming together, her taste sweet and clean (Kimberly had been talking about giving up cigarettes). Her eyes opened and she screamed with my Mom’s voice, “OMIGOD, JOHN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?”

We both moved as if we’d been scalded and I found myself standing on one side of the bed and my mother on the other side.

“Mom! What…where’s Kimberly!” Even as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on, the male in me…the male who’d not seen a real live naked woman in six months was ogling his mom’s partially naked body. And Mom’s body was definitely worth ogling. Mom stood five foot two with an incredible figure (38DD breasts, a 25 inch waist and 30 inch hips. Mom had just enough fat to not look skinny. She had beautiful, long, black hair that hung below her shoulders and big, lovely brown eyes. Her camisole showed off her shapely legs and one breast was exposed from my earlier actions

Mom looked at me wide-eyed…her mouth moving, but no sound coming out for several seconds while she stared at my totally naked body. She stared at my cock mostly…still stiff with arousal and then looking up at the rest of me…six months in “Nam” had left me without much body fat…I was pretty much wiry muscles as a result. Her eyes widened as she saw the bandage wrap on my left shoulder and her motherly instincts took over. “Oh, John! You…you’ve been hurt!”

Mom scurried around to my side of the bed, kissing me and embracing me…almost leaping into my arms. She was crying and hugging me…her hands fluttering near my wound…wanting to do the Mom thing and soothe my hurt, but not knowing how. As she hugged me, she was doing nothing to help my erection go down as I found my arms full of very womanly flesh pressing against mine. It took Mom almost a minute to realize that seven inches of very hard cock was pressing against her belly.

“Oh my…John. Uh, you’re naked.” She turned and moved towards a closet. “There’s a hotel robe in here, son,” she stammered as she tried to not look at me, but as she reached into the closet, she couldn’t help but continue to steal glances at my erection. Until she threw me the robe, I continued to stare at her partial nakedness as well. Mom was thirty-five years old, but looked a lot younger. Her breasts were still fairly firm, barely sagging despite their hefty size.

Finally, I regained my senses. “I’m sorry, Mom. I thought you were Kimberly.” Then it hit me. Mom was in my room. She was the Mrs. Wells that checked in. “Mom, where’s Kimberly?”

Mom face took on an expression that I have always associated with really bad news or sad times. The expression when she used to talk about my father or when President Kennedy was shot. “Honey, we need to talk.” She took my hand and led me over to the bed and we sat down.

“Son, you couldn’t get hold of Kimberly because…well, honey she’s run off with Larry Smithson.”

I heard Mom talking, but it didn’t seem to be processing. Kimberly gone? Larry Smithson…he was an insurance guy back home. Then again it was hard to think while staring at Mom’s still exposed boob. Her nipple looked enticingly beautiful…hard and long…round as a nickel and jutting out. I looked up into Mom’s eyes…her lovely brown eyes and tried to make sense of it. “Mom? I don’t…understand.”

Mom squeezed my hand and replied. “Kimberly started working in Mr. Smithson’s office this spring and well…he emptied his savings account and ran off with Kimberly about three weeks ago. Just up and left his wife and their kids. Last we heard, Kimberly and he were somewhere in Florida. No one knew how to tell you and when your telegram arrived, I didn’t know what to do, so I hopped on a plane so I could tell you in person. I’m so sorry, John.”

I just sat there…now staring off into space. My attention wandered away from Mom…I didn’t even notice my erection deflating. All the nervous and sexual energy that had kept me going just seemed to bleed away. Mom stroked my face and ran her hand through my hair. The world just seemed to suddenly cave in. “Damn…I’m tired,” I whispered.

Mom’s face bursa escort bayan was etched with concern. “Ohhh, baby. Of course!” She pulled back the covers of the bed. “Climb in here, son. Get some sleep. I had the girl bring in a rollaway.” She pointed over into a corner where I saw a portable bed, rolled up. “When I arrived, I tried to get another room, but they were full up, but they were able to bring in an extra bed…I’ll just set it up…”

Mom’s concern touched me and I tried to snap out of my funk. “No, Mom. You were already sleeping…go back to bed. I’ll sleep on the rollaway.”

Mom argued with me over that, reasoning that I deserved a decent bed to sleep in. I insisted on taking the rollaway, telling Mom that after long months of army cots and jungle floor that even a rollaway was like sleeping in a bed made for a king. Somewhere in the middle of our argument, Mom noticed that her heavy breast was peeking out and with a squeal of embarrassment scooped it back inside her camisole…her face blushing brightly even in the dim light of the room. That ended the argument pretty much and we finally sacked out, her in the bed and me on the rollaway.

For the longest time I couldn’t sleep. I just couldn’t believe that Kimberly would do that to me. Finally though, exhaustion won out and I drifted off. I dreamed I was chasing Kimberly through the streets of Saigon, she laughing and staying ahead of me. Then she stepped into a crowd of GI’s and was weaving in and out of them as they walked through a rice paddy and then the mines began to go off. Soldiers were flying this way and that, but Kimberly continued to dodge and weave and then as I screamed for her to stop moving, she turned her head and stuck out her tongue at me just as the explosion literally tore her apart and I screamed, “NOOOOO!”

“John! It’s alright, baby! You’re okay. Momma’s here!” Over my own screams I realized I was sitting up and was in Mom’s arms and awake. I shivered. Mom was kneeling next to me on the rollaway…her arms wrapped around me, making soothing noises just like she did when I was little and waking up from a bad dream. “You’re okay, son. Momma’s got you, baby. It will be alright.”

I cried then. I cried for the loss of Kimberly. I cried for poor Donnie Beam who was never gonna see Alabama again. I cried because I was tired. I cried just because I could…because my Mom, the single greatest tower of strength in my life didn’t mind if I cried. For the first time in months, I felt safe…I ask you, is there anywhere you ever felt safer than in your mother’s arms?

Mom cuddled with me on the rollaway…allowing me to calm down…let the nightmares fade away. We talked quietly. Mom talked of things back home…how she was frustrated with having hit the glass ceiling in the accounting firm. What the latest gossip was (aside from the furor Kimberly and Larry Smithson had caused). I tried to put into words the shock and hurt of Kimberly’s betrayal, but couldn’t really verbalize it…it was too much too soon.

Gradually, I began to respond to the closeness of Mom’s near naked body…her thin camisole and the shorts I’d put on before climbing into bed all that separated our bodies. Mom’s heavy breasts pressed against my side and my arm as she curled up next to me…her fingers idly stroking my arm and chest, still trying to relax me. Her touch…her warmth, even her smell affected me powerfully. I’ve not been this close to a beautiful woman in six months and my mom or not, I’m aroused. My thoughts drift back to when I had touched her when I thought I was making love to Kimberly. How wet Mom’s pussy was…the feel of her bountiful breast in my hand…the taste of her skin as I kissed her neck. Horrified, I watched as a tent formed in the sheets and made my erection noticeable.

In the dim light of early dawn, I as pretty sure Mom noticed my hard-on. After a few minutes she giggled and said, “Well…I suppose my little John isn’t little any more. Somebody’s been in the jungle a little too long!” I felt my skin burn as I flushed. Mom kissed me on the cheek and eased off the bed. “Well, I guess we both better get some sleep, John.” She stroked me on the cheek and looked at me lovingly, glancing down at my tent pole. “Try and get your mind off of her, son. Things will be better tomorrow. I love you, John.” I guess I shouldn’t have felt so embarrassed…Mom thought I was hard thinking of Kimberly. I wonder what Mom would have thought if she knew I had gotten an erection thinking of her

“I love you, Mom. Thanks for…well, just thanks.” Even with all the raging emotional thoughts in my head…Kimberly’s betrayal and my sudden perverted thoughts of Mom, sleep came quickly to me.

We both slept till late in the morning and thankfully I had no more nightmares. Over breakfast in the motel restaurant, Mom and I talked things over. Mom looked radiant in a flowery sun dress that left her shoulders bare…the material exposing the upper portions of her large breasts.

“Honey, I think you should escort bursa go out and have a good time while you can…raise some hell on your leave. I can catch a plane out later today for home,” Mom suggested.

I reached out and touched Mom’s arm. “Oh no! Hell no, Mom! You came all the way to see me…took time off from work for me…stay! We’ve never had a proper vacation together. Stay and we’ll have some fun!”

Mom’s smile outshone the bright sun. She was pleased with my answer. She reached out and took my hand. “You know, I’d love that, son…just you and me on a vacation!” And we did…we became your all-American tourists. Mom took me shopping for some civvies…my old civilian clothes were now too big for me. We bought me some ugly flowered shirts and some khaki slacks for knocking about and a dress shirt and slacks for the evenings. Mom also insisted I buy some swim trunks for the beach.

Mom had brought her own vacation clothes…but as we tended to hang out on the beach, swimming and sunbathing, mostly she wore one of two swimsuits…both of which turned men’s heads wherever we were. One suit was a dark blue one-piece with a plunging neckline that exposed most of her breasts as it journeyed down close to her belly button.

The other was a green bikini that went perfectly with her dark brown hair. The bikini halter struggled to contain Mom’s voluptuous boobs and she confessed that she accidentally bought it at least one size too small. I really loved it, especially when we were playing around in the surf, because every so often, one of her meaty tits would simply roll out and say hi! Mom would blush and tuck it back in and after glancing down at my swollen crotch, smack me on the shoulder and remind me she was my mother.

The bikini briefs were another trial for Mom…her bush was very hairy and no matter how she tucked hair in…tufts of pubic hair would spring free and peek out from the green material. She would swear and decide not to wear it, but I teased her and reminded her that she was on vacation and not to worry…besides…being natural was where it was at!

It was really cool and really weird to be on “vacation” with my Mom. I mean we were both now adults and sharing similar interests. Despite the differences in our ages, lots of people figured us for husband and wife. Mom got a kick out of it and so did I. We wound up holding hands a lot as we strolled through the shopping districts and as we walked along the beach.

Most of our first couple of days was spent mostly on the beach…taking walks along the edge of the surf or swimming in the warm Pacific waters or baking ourselves in the hot sun. Things were weird because I kept seeing Mom in a new light. For years I had known everyone thought she was a good looking woman of the “Mary-Ann” type, but now I was amazed and a little scared to be responding to her sexually. I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming over Mom’s body. I think Mom knew it and was kind of flattered. Mom had focused on raising me and had not dated much during my childhood.

In the evenings, we would go out to eat at an intimate little restaurant that had a small dance floor and a small band that specialized in slow, easy dancing music from the 1940s and 1950s. Mom and I would eat and then spend hours slow dancing. I loved this. Mom’s body nestled against mine, her head on my shoulder. We didn’t talk much, just enjoyed the beating of our hearts, the soft noise of our breathing. It was like very light, very intimate foreplay.

Late at night was when things would fall apart. We’d retire for the evening…me usually wearing boxer shorts and Mom in a camisole slip or a cute, modest baby doll negligee, that showed off her long, shapely legs and just hinted enticingly at her magnificent bust. We’d fall asleep in our separate beds and in my dreams I’d slip back to the “Nam.”

I’d find myself in normal situations…normal for Vietnam that is. I’d be on patrol with my buddies and then all hell would break loose. Sometimes Kimberly strolled into my dreams, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings as a firefight broke out or we stumble into a minefield and get our shit blown up. As I watched Kimberly’s body being shredded by bullets or a mortar or by a bouncing betty mine, I would wake up in a cold sweat, screaming in horror…and Mom would be there, offering me comfort in her arms…calming me down…soothing me with her soft, loving voice. “Momma’s got you…shhhh. Momma’s here…she’ll make everything all right. Momma’s here and Momma loves you, John.

In Mom’s loving arms, my nightmares and terrors would fade. Mom would talk softly, stroking my arms and my chest…softly kissing my cheeks, allowing me to calm down. Mom would speak of ordinary things…good memories of my childhood, of her fond memories of my father, of how much she loved me and was proud of me. She would cuddle with me until I was myself again…allowing myself to respond physically to the beautiful woman in my arms. Only when my cock raised the customary tent pole in my sheets would Mom chuckle and kiss me and return to her own bed. With the memory of how good Mom felt against and her scent lingering after she left my bed, I would fall back asleep…this time without nightmares.

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A note: While there is some immediate activity towards the beginning of this one, it (as a whole) will move a bit slower across the entirety of the narrative. If super-fast action is your thing, this story will probably disappoint.

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“You’re ruling the way that I move, and I breathe your air.”

Sade ringing out from the bedroom. Well, that tells me that I should definitely get moving. Drying myself post-shower and tossing the soaked towels from our little adventure into the laundry room obviously took longer than I’d thought.

Someone had kicked off a Sade song from the bedroom. I knew that Mom was a fan so it was probably her music, but when I walked into the bedroom I wasn’t quite ready for the scene. The room was lit by candles. Vanilla scented, I think. Red and orange dancing on the walls. Shadows resolved into the image of two women intersecting. Not embracing. Michelle was on her back with her feet toward the door. Anna was astride her, but facing me … I guess the word would be dancing on her knees and my girlfriend’s mouth.

Michelle was beneath Mom and eagerly buried in her pussy. Mom, on the other hand was singing along to the song. Arms in the air, hair swinging to the rhythm, and hips gently grinding into Michelle’s eager tongue.

Anna saw me staring and moved her arms toward me as she sang, “You only can rescue me, this is my prayer.”

I was drawn to them. I couldn’t resist. I wouldn’t want to. I moved onto the bed, between Michelle’s outstretched legs and into the arms of my magnificent mother. Her arms encircled me. Our lips met and we mumbled our way through the moment.

“If you were mine.”

I responded, “If you were mine, I wouldn’t want to go to heaven.”

“Oh, baby. I think we’ll get you there together…. Now give this darling girl something special while she gives me her very talented tongue.”

Anna reached down and grabbed my already painfully erect penis, guiding me slowly into Michelle. For a moment we were all joined together in that instant of contact. Hand, prick, pussy. One touch. A wet, hard, heat. A melding of three bodies, three souls, and a loss of inhibition –rational thought was gone too probably.

I sank inside my girlfriend, as she pleasured my mother’s pussy. Her hands slide up to hold consistent contact with Anna as the gentle dancing made her work for that contact. I slid slowly into Michelle’s cunt with a groan. Anna seemed to purr. It was divine.

I knew this moment, this position, couldn’t last, but while we were here we were joined. One body. I was joined to Michelle, she to my mother, and Mom to me. It was electric and intense. The music gave us a beat; our bodies gave us pleasure — and limits. We might burn in someone’s hell for this, but the joy was worth the cost of admission.

With Anna’s arms wrapped around me, I slowly made love to Michelle. I ran my right hand up one side and found Anna’s nipple. I circled with my thumb and forefinger, flicking across it gently. Her breasts really were amazing. Closer to 50 than 40 with one kid. Time and childbirth had only made her fuller and more impressive. Sure they didn’t stand as high as they might have when she was 19, but she could still stop traffic.

I cupped the breast in my hand and then slowly applied a gentle pinch between thumb and forefinger. I continued to kiss her worshiping the play of tongue on tongue as Michelle worked some sort of magic from her back. I mean, obviously I knew what she was doing with her pussy… seemingly flooding us in warmth and moisture… but what she was doing to Anna I could only guess at as the moans and grunts increased in intensity.

I could feel that Anna was nearing a peak. I slowly increased the pressure on her nipple as I continued thrusting into Michelle who began making grunts of her own. Anna began riding, for lack of a better word, my girlfriend. She ran her fingers through my hair and gripped the back of my head firmly as she looked me right in the eye.

“Harder!”

I didn’t know if she meant me or Michelle, but a boy should always listen to mother. So I pinched down even harder. I worried I would really hurt her, but I could tell that she’d stopped moving her hips and was really concentrating on her pleasure for that moment.

I held myself deeply in Michelle and then freed my other hand to mirror my grip on Mom’s other breast. There was a low rumble coming from one of them. Anna quivered and then convulsed forward with one loud “Fuck!”

I could see it coming and didn’t catch the involuntary head butt that would have ended things for all of us in awkward trip to the hospital. Anna collapsed forward on me and then rolled into a heap next to us.

Michelle caught my eye and we collapsed onto each other. Embracing and fucking we didn’t wait for niceties, if such things happen in these situations. We fucked hard and fast. As we kissed Michelle was covered in what must have been Anna’s juices. It was intoxicating. I’d already come once so I did hope I could hold pendik escort off, but it was going to be difficult if we went much longer.

I felt a hand slide down my back, over my ass, and up towards Michelle. Suddenly, my girlfriend began to shake and curse. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever seen her have. I wasn’t quite there, but thought I could be in few more thrusts.

I felt myself being pulled onto my back. Anna flipped me horizontal and then straddled me suddenly.

“I know I should share, son, but I want your cum this time. Don’t worry about a thing. Just come in me right this fucking minute.”

She mounted me quickly. Soaked as I was from Michelle and as wet as she was from her own orgasm we merged in an instant. Her hands supported her weight on my chest as she fucked me in a frenzy. I’d like to say that I lasted for an hour, but truthfully this was just too intense and I was already so close. Almost immediately I began to shoot inside her. I felt my toes curl and I think I unaccountably coughed. My body just overwhelmed me.

Anna fell forward on me smiling from ear to ear. I felt Michelle crawl under one arm and then Anna collapsed onto the other side. We were quietly gasping as Sade said something about “if time was running out.”

Anna softly mumbled, “couldn’t love you more.” Not sure if she was singing along or speaking to us. Didn’t matter. It was all the same.

Michelle softly said, “Your mother’s a bitch, baby.”

Anna giggled.

“Huh?”

“I thought I was going to get your cum this time. While we were waiting on you, she bet she’d get it. I said, not this time.”

“Yeah?”

“Thought I had a good strategy. Get her off and then take it while she recovered. Didn’t know she’d turn my plans on me.”

“How?”

“She was supposed to be sleeping, not slipping her fucking finger into my ass while you fucked me. That wasn’t fair. I mean, awesome… just not fair.”

Anna smiled and leaned onto my chest, “You both loved it, baby. And there will be much more cum in our futures, I think.”

Michelle leaned forward and kissed Mom. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Do I get a say in this?” I tried to get involved. I mean, I was sort of the foundation of this. A man has his dignity. I am not just an object thank you very much.

“No.” They both replied.

“Fair enough.” I said it. But I was very mature, dignified and in control when I did. I mean, let’s be clear, I have loads of dignity.

—–

When I woke up, I was alone. It could have all been a drunken dream, but since it turned out I woke in my mother’s bed I was counting on the evidence of my senses. I rolled to the edge of the bed, shifted my feet to the floor and rubbed my eyes as I got my bearings. Standing up, I was able to pick out the sounds coming from the rest of the house and put together some semblance of consciousness.

The bed sheets were rumpled. The blinds closed, but light was definitely coming through. I didn’t see any of my clothes around. My phone must have been in my gym bag. There was a bottle of water and a bottle of ibuprofen next to the bed. Smart. I don’t think I need them, but it was thoughtful.

Well, I should probably figure this out. Assess the damage. Pay the price. Whatever it is, it’s worth it.

I pulled the top sheet off the bed and wrapped it around me in a sort of makeshift toga. Shuffling into the hall I could hear activity in the kitchen. As I stepped into the room, I could see Anna and Michelle huddled over the bar with bowls laid out in front of them. They were whispering and giggling. It would have sounded more like a 12 year old girl’s sleepover if they weren’t obviously adults — and naked.

Apparently, Mom had served up yogurt, fruit, and some granola. Seemed about right. We rarely got a warm breakfast around the house when I was growing up. Things were very grab and go. That probably saved more than a few house fires, so for the best really.

“Hey, Sleepy Head. How’s Momma’s Teddy Bear?”

“Just fine, Mom. I take it all that really happened last night. Or, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do about the kind of wine you serve.”

“Oh hon. That so happened. Mike and I had a little debate about whether to wake you for round two, but we decided that breakfast was first on the agenda. Besides, some of us have to work this morning and round two could end up going a while.”

“I hear ya. What time is it?”

Michelle leaned over to look at the microwave clock and said, “6:45. You’ve got time, but you should probably hit the shower now and change clothes when you get back to your place.”

“No shit. Uh. Sorry to dash, but I do need to get moving. I’ll just borrow this banana and your shower, Mom.”

“Borrow the shower, keep the banana. My first class isn’t until 11 so I can wait. Michelle was telling me she can work from home if need be today, so she can have second. I think if we try to double up in the shower things will just take longer. Delightfully so, but maltepe escort we’ll all be late. So, get to it.”

—–

Work was not where my head was today. I guess that’s unsurprising. Still, laying out a presentation for a new HR system roll out is just not as absorbing as you’d imagine. Particularly on the morning after the night that I’d had.

Still, I needed to get this finished for at least first line review. I wasn’t about to explain to Joann that I could use an extension because I’d had a wild night of sex. Certainly not with the specifics of who was involved. Christ that would be a story.

My phone buzzed and I saw the text “We ok?”

I saved what I was working on and replied to Michelle, “I’m good. U?”

“Distracted but great. Tell Jo all about it?”

Joann, my immediate supervisor at this gig was my girlfriend’s old college roommate. Also how I met her. Go figure. Joann had set me up with Michelle after we’d socialized a bit at a team happy hour. I was a little awkward around Joann at first but she was so laid back and open that we just naturally got friendly. By the end of the night she was telling me about Michelle and setting us up for lunch.

“You know, I think I’ll probably not mention to her the details of my sex life (whatever that means) when I owe her a presentation by end of day. She wasn’t MY roommate.”

“K. Well, be good. Don’t sleep with anyone’s mother without me.”

“No promises. I might trip over someone on the way to the parking lot.”

“37?!”

I did laugh out loud actually. I didn’t expect her to catch a Clerks reference or respond with one. Sometimes a relationship surprises you.

“Dinner tonight?”

“At least. See you then. If I don’t steal her away from you first.”

Man. I really needed to be concentrating. But not on that image. Still, work to do.

Three hours later, Joann knocked on my cubicle wall, getting my attention. I mean, I would have noticed her anyway, but sometimes I’m in the zone writing. The knock helped.

“Gil, gonna have the draft for me?”

She was grinning, but also my boss. Still, I’d delivered so far and luckily could today as well.

Not looking up, I continued typing and said, “In 3, 2, 1… send. Yep, it’s in your inbox.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I’ll take a look and get notes to you in the AM. Did you and Michelle have a good weekend? That whole thing still working for you?”

“Well, on the first count, yeah. On the second count, for me sure… is there something I need to know about from her perspective oh former-college-roommate?”

“Oh, you’re good as far as I can tell. She doesn’t tell me everything anymore, but mostly that’s just scheduling. I know most of the secrets and if she was done with you then I think you’d know about it. I’m pretty confidant in my matchmaking skills. I think you’re good if you do.”

“Oh, I definitely do. We are… entering an interesting stage.”

Joann tilted her head slightly and said, “Well, now that’s enigmatic and interesting, do tell.”

“Oh, no bosslady. I’m just talking,” I chuckled. “Definitely not getting into any details of my personal dating life with my boss. I like paying my rent a bit too much.”

“Spoilsport.”

“Employed spoilsport who doesn’t want to end up in front of an HR review,” I countered.

“Yeah, prudence isn’t a bad idea. Okay, fine. I’ll just buy that girlfriend of yours a drink and she’ll spill everything.” Which was no doubt true. I wondered, though, if she really would. I mean, I had no doubt that after a cocktail Michelle would spill everything that happened between us; She didn’t have a lot of filters. But, I wasn’t as clear about where her self-editor kicked in with regard to Anna.

I observed that, “It’s not difficult to get her talking, that’s true. But I hope she doesn’t tell you absolutely everything, Joann. I mean, that could get awkward.”

“I’ll never tell… at work. I don’t want to be facing an HR review thank you very much.”

Joann laughed and backed away with hands up in surrender.

Well, that’s going to make for an interesting chat. What’s Michelle going to spill about the weekend? I mean, it sounds like she’s not freaked out by it. I’m teetering on the edge of delighted and freaked so I can’t guess about her actual balance. And what do you tell your old friend about the freaky connection between your girl crush and your boyfriend. At times like these, I wish I knew more about Michelle’s history.

Two months isn’t enough to really know someone. Hell, she’s just now comfortable using the bathroom at my place when she stays over. We barely passed the farting in bed stage. Her high school and college love life is a ways off in conversation, I’d guess. That said, there’s nothing like a threesome with a dude and his mom to drop the barriers of propriety.

I have to say, I really hope we’re working out long term. This weekend would be a helluva significant revenge reveal if she were to want to break up.

Then kartal escort again, she might leave me for Anna… so, at least we’d keep it all in the family.

—–

“Gil, you’re still here?” Joann under the burden of what must have been three different tote bags paused to check on me.

“Yeah, just wrapping up. I’ve got a few more opens on my todo list, but frankly that’s gotta be for tomorrow. You’re headed out, I assume. Or acting as Sherpa for a soccer mom on this floor?”

“Ha Ha. Very funny,” her tone made clear I was not, but I was pleasantly tolerated. “Yeah, I’m done. And don’t make fun of my bags. They each have a significant and essential purpose.”

“Really?”

“No, but it helps me to sleep if I don’t think I’m carrying around useless shit I’ll never use.”

“Understood. I’d just say… you know, invest in roller bag technology. Seems to be an easier way to go. Maybe a little red wagon.”

“Ah, but then I would be admitting that I’m carrying around a lot of stuff that I never use. This way, I have a modular system of only carrying exactly what I need at any given time.”

“You do?”

“No. I just like to think that.”

“So, walk me out. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

“You got it.”

We headed toward the parking garage. I felt a little guilty for not offering to carry a couple of those bags in addition to my smaller over the shoulder quasi laptop bag, but workplace gender dynamics can be tricky. And besides, they looked heavy.

“So, Gil. Seriously, Michelle- you guys good?”

“Can’t speak for her really, but I’m great. She’s such a, well, I don’t know a way to say it without sounding trite or silly. She’s a delight. She makes me smile. She makes me laugh. She thrills me. It’s kind of outrageously easy to be with her.”

“That makes me happy. She’s a good kid.”

“Kid? She’s like six months younger than you.”

“And I’ve given her shit about it for years. No reason, but because it annoys her and makes her smile at the same time.”

“I can see that. You guys are lucky to have such a strong friendship.”

“We’re bonded. Room hygiene, Finals, that dodgy plumbing on the second floor of Morton Hall. Bonds forged in fire… and the fiery depths of hell that heated or forgot to heat the water in the second floor showers. I swear, that building had it out for me.”

“I hear you. We had a rule that there would be no flushing on our floor without a hearty, high volume announcement of ‘Fire In The Hole!’ It was pretty much our only rule. That and thou shalt shut the hell up if parents are on the floor.”

“Sounds reasonable.”

“Of course, the exception was my mother. She rarely came around, but she wouldn’t have cared if we’d be having a kegger with the school mascot dancing on a pole. She’d call it an anthropological study.”

“Bookish, your mom?”

“Sure. Also, completely unshockable. She’s not old enough to be full on hippie, but she grew up aspiring to hippy-dom. I pretty much grew up around her friends with the phrase ‘if you ain’t hurtin’ nobody let that freak flag fly.’ So, we weren’t very judgey folks. She usually thinks folks my generation just aren’t all that shocking.”

“Sounds like my kinda girl.”

“Michelle likes her.”

Joann shot a look at me. “You introduced Michelle to your mom?! What the hell? That’s a piece of news. Things must be moving faster than I thought.”

I blushed a bit. “Well, it was kind of an accident. She… er… had met my mother, but didn’t know that’s who she was. Then when she introduced me. I surprised her by … well, being related. We had a laugh about it. But Michelle really likes Mom. Might like her more than me.”

“Oh, that’s not true, I’m sure. She’s into you. But it’s cool that she likes your mom.”

“Yeah. I think it’s a pretty good arrangement so far. Here, let me get that.”

I reached out and grabbed the door to the garage. Clearly Joann didn’t have enough hands for all this.

As we walked towards our respective cars we needed to separate. “See you tomorrow, Gil. Tell that girl of yours that she needs to treat you alright. I don’t want to have to fill a new spot on the team if she gets all weird and dumps you. You’d get all mopey and no good to me. I need the word count.”

I chuckled and said, “I’ll do it. Who knew you were so sentimental Joann?”

“Well, what can I say? I’m an old softy. Besides, I know what it’s like. I was a wreck when she dumped me.”

Joann waved as the beep on her car indicated the doors were unlocked. I closed my eyes, breathed in, and thought. “Of course she did. Of course she dated my boss.”

Well, it’s Michelle. She likes tits, from what I understand. And other things. And somehow manages to not destroy friendships permanently when she breaks up with you. I guess that’s her superpower. I guess I find that encouraging.

In my car on the way home, a phone call came through on the Bluetooth.

“Hey there, not-Gilbert.”

“Hey yourself, Mikey.”

“You on your way home?”

“Yeah. Good day, but I’m ready for a chance to let my eyes unfocus and maybe a drink.”

“Want company?”

“Of course. I am always up for your company. It’ll take me about twenty minutes to get there.”

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