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The next morning, I woke up to a room full of naked people. May was in my arms on one side, Sandra on the other, Julie at my feet and Anne sideways above my head. All of these beautiful women had a hand touching me somewhere. Not sexual as much as just…comfortable.

Jan and Carl were nowhere to be seen so I assumed that they had gone below to Jan’s or Carl’s room for some private time. I moved carefully to slip up and out of the knot of bodies that surrounded me. No one moved too much and my movement was pretty much unnoticed.

I took a nice long hot shower, then got dressed. It was four AM and the sun was rising over the mountains behind the yacht. I got out my camera and got some nice shots of that wonderful sunrise. The stillness of the cool air and the flat, almost mirror like water gave me a peace and calm like no other.

The air was fresh, cool, and a bit of the sea was there as well. I could hear some birds, probably sea gulls, crying out in the distance. I sat and watched the sun come up, looking out at the beauty and contrasts of the Alaska wilderness around me, marveling in all the differences yet how well those differences all fit in to make the scene before me real.

Sandra soon poked her head out and smiled at me.

“Hey, sleepy head. Did you get enough rest? I hope I didn’t bother you when I got up.”

“Oh, I didn’t’ even realize you were gone until I felt May’s hand brush mine. I opened my eyes to look across at her and then realized you were gone.”

“Have you had fun tonight? Well…heh heh…this morning too I guess.”

“Oh, yes. You know Bill; you have opened my life up, you and all the others. I have never had so much fun and learned so many things about myself, and as a matter of fact, sex…as I have with you guys. I’d say that I love you, but I realized that we have only known each other a few days…but that is how you all make me feel.”

“Well, I can sure say that I have strong feelings for you too. I guess the fact that we have shared our bodies between each other, all of us that is, that we have…bonded…strongly.”

“Oh yes. Very strongly. I want to so much quit my job and go live with you…all of you. I just…it’s just that…”

“What?”

“Oh…you’ll think I’m being stupid…”

“No I won’t. I want to know…what is holding you back from joining us?”

“Truthfully, only the thought that this is all too good to be true. That somehow, it will all fall apart, and I guess, that I could get hurt.”

“Oh. I have to admit…I have had those thoughts too. I wasn’t always rich like I am now, and at one time I was sure that I would never find anyone to replace my late wife. I found out that many things are possible and can happen. There is nothing more I’d like to do than have you living with May, Julie, Anne, Jan, Carl and myself. Nothing at all. I think we could be one big happy family. All of us. It doesn’t mean that we have to stay together forever either. I know that people need change at times. Things can change. Just as long as we stay in touch, visit when we can, we can still be together. Just like family. I’d love that for sure.”

“I’d love that too Bill. Master. I’d love for you to be my Master all the time…well…you know…”

“Heh heh heh…yes, I think I do know. A month ago I would have not even understood the concept, but now…Sandra, I want you to stay with us. I know May does as well. I’m also pretty sure that Julie and Anne and the others do too. I’ll say this much…move in with us…if it doesn’t work out, I will set you up anywhere you want to be, and make sure you are all right, at least until you can fix things up for yourself as you’d like. I’ll even put it in writing.”

“I can’t expect you to do something like that Bill. I mean, It’s not like we are married or even engaged. Besides, what would May think about that?”

“May would think that would be the least we should do for you Sandra. The very least. I agree with Bill, you should stay with us…give it a shot. You might find that you love it more than anything. I’m sure I’m going to.”

May had slipped outside without either of us seeing or hearing her. Sandra and I both jumped a little at the sudden voice out of the thin blue air.

“Well, I’d like to…man, you scared me May. Bill and I were just talking about things…and…”

“I know, I heard you. I agree with Bill…give us a shot. I’m sure you’ll love it. If not, you will have lost nothing. I’ll make sure that Bill sets you up and even get you lined up with another job if you want. Actually though, I’d rather concentrate on us being together for a long, long time instead.”

“I’ll have to give notice…I mean, I can’t just leave the other rangers out on a limb. They need me to be here and there are no other people that could take my place for at least two weeks.”

“No problem. I’m sure we will still be close by…we’ll still get together when we can until you can come live with us.”

I wanted to make sure that Sandra didn’t waver again. It appeared that May was thinking güvenilir bahis like I was, so together we worked on soothing and calming her fears. All the details worked out a bit later; we went down for some breakfast.

As everyone sat at the table it dawned on me that I was the only one dressed. May and Sandra were naked, both having taken a shower before coming out on the deck to be with me. I looked at two perfect sets of breasts hanging out, and the well-trimmed pussy’s as well, and found my cock stirring to life again.

I went to the refrigerator and opened the door. May came up alongside me and reached in, grabbed some fruit in a box at the bottom. Removing it, she took it to the table. Sandra came over and grabbed a couple cans of whipping cream in the door, and also some honey and strawberry jam.

“Hmmm…it appears that you two just want sweet things for breakfast.”

“Come over here…we got something to show you.”

I walked over to the table where May jumped up and began to unbutton my shirt. Sandra moved in and pulled and tugged at my shorts until they fell to my ankles. Guiding me around a bit, they got me totally undressed and naked as they were. Then, the fun started.

May picked up the jar of honey and taking my hardening cock in one hand, she began to drip some honey all over my shaft. Sandra opened up a can of pineapple slices, and slipped them over my cock, all the way to the base. They were split by the time she got them over the head of my cock, so she had to position them with that split hanging under me.

“Hey…I’m going to get all sticky. And this stuff is cold too.”

“We’ll clean you all up. Promise. Besides…you are our dessert you know. Mmmm mmmm mmm…all we need now is some strawberries and whipping cream.”

As May said that she pushed me on top of the table, on my back. There, as I laid waiting, the jam, and whipping cream were put to use too. Julie came in, and seeing what was going on, went to the refrigerator and dug out some more fruit. By the time Anne, Jan and Carl came down, I was covered in pineapple slices, strawberries, banana’s, apricots, grapes, whipping cream, honey and other things that I couldn’t be sure of.

“TIME TO EAT!”

May was laughing as she shouted it out. I was covered completely with sticky sweet fruit and toppings. I just laid there, as all the women began to lick and bite, eating right off of my body. Carl just smiled and finally, got a spoon and a bowl, scraping some whipping cream and fruit off me and walking around to the other side of the center counter to lean on it and watch.

I could hear each lady call out a fruit or topping and then begin to lick or bite or suck on whatever they called out. It had begun as a crazy fun thing and was now progressing into a sexually stimulating game. They were teasing me as they chose to lick her and there, or bite here and there. Soon, the only fruit and topping left on me was on my nipples and cock.

“Mmmmm. Taste’s great. But I still want something…I’m just not sure…”

“I know…I’m wanting something too. I just can’t tell if it’s pineapple, honey or whipping cream and strawberries.”

“Mmmm…I’m going to try some whipping cream and strawberries.”

Julie was smiling as she leaned in and began to lick and suck on my right nipple. The whipping cream was in a mountain with a strawberry on top, and she made sure that the way she took it inside her mouth was as sensual an act as she could. I felt my cock throb as her lips surrounded that berry, her tongue licking up some cream at the same time.

Sandra, not to be outdone, started on my other nipple in the same way. My cock was pounding and aching now. I wanted to fuck something…I wanted a touch…just a touch…

I heard May…”Hmmmm…I’m thinking that the three of us can share the pineapple slices and honey here…what do you girls think?”

Jan and Anne agreed quickly and loudly. I felt three tongues on my shaft, then tugging as teeth bit into the slices of pineapple that were around the base of my cock. All the stimulation was causing me to go into nerve overload.

Three tongues on my cock, two tongues on my nipples, fingers and hands everywhere else, massaging, caressing, and holding…I was building into a massively huge orgasm. Probably the biggest one I had ever had.

Julie moved up, taking my head in her hands, pressing her lips over mine. Her tongue slipped between my lips and began to caress my teeth…exploring me. Sandra began to finger the nipple left open by Julie’s change of position. Someone…down on my cock, pressed their lips around the head of my cock and began to slowly work down my shaft.

A tongue began to caress my balls, licking softly, with long slow wet licks up and then down. A finger worked into my ass, rubbing gently, poking deeper and deeper with each thrust. Hands on my belly, legs, arms, all the tongues and lips…I closed my eyes and just felt everything going on all over me.

I moaned, knowing I was so close…my cock türkçe bahis was throbbing of it’s own will, my balls tightening up getting ready to pump out their contents. That fuzzy electric feeling of an impending orgasm shot through me…my heart beating harder and faster. Julie broke off her kissing of me to look into my eyes.

“Okay this is it now. Let yourself go. Think of all the tongues, lips, fingers, hands, everything…and let go. Each one of us wants to taste you as you cum…think of May…Anne…Jan…Sandra…and me. We all want to taste you. We all want you. Come on…come on baby…cum…cum…cum.”

Julie’s soft throaty voice was doing to me what nothing else could have in that particular situation. My mind traveled to a place it had not been before…my body shifted into a different phase…and all that stimulation carried me into the largest, longest lasting, best orgasm I had ever experienced. I almost…okay, I did pass out for just a second.

I was not even sure whose mouth was over my cock or whose tongue was on my ball-sack, or even who was sucking my nipples at that point. I was just in nirvana with the feelings and space of delightful orgasm.

I lay there on the table, too done in to move as the women broke away. I heard May, then Jan laughing and talking.

“Okay, whose left?”

“Oh look it here would ‘ya? Carl seems to be…available.”

“Grab him Julie. Give her a hand Sandra. Come on Anne, Carl needs our expertise. Get his clothes off. Here’s some fruit.”

“I’ve got the whipping cream. It is a good thing it’s low fat or we’d all be getting fat.”

“Nah. We’ll work it off. After all, we have these two strong virile men here to help us exercise.”

I heard Carl protesting, and then moaning…then a strange quiet began. One could only hear the spray of the whipping cream out of that aerosol can once in a while and soft moans. I knew what a treat Carl was in for. I was still laying on the table just as they had left me. I felt…well…great. Truly great.

I got up after a bit, watching Carl get his delightful coating and removal of food. Feeling a bit sticky, I slipped into the shower and cleaned up. I made a note to myself to check the water maker later today and see that it was okay. We had been using a lot of water over the last three days.

Stepping out of the shower, feeling refreshed, and believe it or not…horny too, I found Sandra, May and Julie standing by my bed. Naked, smiling, and hands reaching out to me.

“Ummm…is there something you girls wanted?”

“Ummmm? You have to ask? Here we are, three naked horny women, and you have to ask is there something we wanted? Hell YES there is something we want. Get over here buster…we need your hard cock…right now.”

May was giving me a playful ‘stern’ look as she fired off her response to my question. I felt my cock throb at hearing her say the they needed my hard cock right now. I walked over, and as I got in close, hands gripped my arms and I was guided onto my back on the bed. Then, three delectable and soft bodies were crowded in around me.

They were not licking and kissing this time. I could feel hands on my cock, hands on my balls, and hands on my nipples, but no lips or tongues. Then, Julie straddled my hips; her pussy lips dripping wet, brushing against my shaft.

May reached out and stood my hard cock upright, aiming it directly at Julie’s pussy lips, and as she lowered her body down bit by bit, I watched the head of my cock disappear inside that hot, wet, and oh so tight hole. Julie moaned as my shaft split her open, her bottom finally resting on my thighs, fully impaled on my shaft.

May and Sandra then began to caress Julie’s breasts, licking and sucking on them as well. Julie began to move up and down, groaning each time she bottomed out on my cock. I could feel her muscles gripping me, holding me tight and then milking my shaft ever so gently.

I reached out and put my hands on May’s and Sandra’s pussy’s. My fingers slipped between those soft wet lips, and I rubbed along the length of them for a bit before pressing my fingers inside of them. I also rubbed my thumbs on their anal buds…knowing that the stimulation would assist in their pleasure as well.

I heard an immediate increase in the volume of sound coming from both of these ladies, and Julie benefited from some more increased attentions as well. Sandra moved away from Julie a bit, then backed up and placed a leg on either side of my head. I was looking up at a almost bare skinned, wet inviting pussy.

She lowered herself down and soon my tongue was slipping along the length of her opening, caressing those soft lips, and tasting her sweetness. My nose, when she would move forward far enough, would press against her asshole, and I would rub it firmly against it.

I felt hands join in with the one I still had playing with May, and soon realized that Sandra was helping me. I moved my fingers up and began to play with May’s asshole as Sandra’s hands and fingers worked on her pussy with güvenilir bahis siteleri that knowledge that only a woman could have.

I now had my tongue working deep inside Sandra’s pussy, licking and stroking in and out like a little cock. Once in a while I would slip it out and run it over her very stimulated clit…listening to her moan loudly as I did. I loved that. Knowing I was causing so much pleasure to someone like that.

I felt Julie moving faster and with jerky like motions, so I knew she must either be close or actually cumming at that moment. May was jerking around too, and I could feel a flood of juices flowing out of Sandra’s pussy into my mouth. They were all about or in the process of orgasming and I knew that I was the cause of that.

Sandra’s pussy pressed hard against my face, and her hips were rolling back and forth quicker and quicker as her orgasm overtook her. I felt my fingers pressing deeply into May’s asshole, and I could even feel Sandra’s fingers as they jerked around inside May. Obviously, Sandra being in orgasm, her fingers were in an uncontrolled state for a moment.

This extra movement caused Julie to clamp down on my shaft and then I felt her whole body weight pushed against the bas of my cock. The milking action of her pussy muscles was sucking my cock deeper and deeper inside her and the way she opened her legs up as she squatted down all the way on me let me gain a bit more depth as well. It felt to me like I was about to get sucked inside Julie all the way.

May was shaking, her hands went to my belly now. I could feel her hair on my bellybutton too. Her head must have come to rest on me as she lost herself in her orgasm too. The pulsing in her ass, as it seemingly sucked on my fingers, was a neat feeling. I couldn’t remember ever feeling anything quite like that before.

Sandra moved off of my head, and then leaning down, kissed me. Her tongue shot inside my mouth and her lips ground hard on mine. I looked up as she pulled away for a moment and saw May moving to straddle me in a sixty-nine position. I could see her juices running down the insides of her soft thighs.

I lifted my head and licked her pussy lips from top to bottom, and back again, loving the taste of her. Soon, I was licking her and loving it. I was pretty sure that May would stay with me like this until she came again, and I truly wanted to be the one to get her off.

The cool breeze on my cock let me know that Julie had moved off of me, and then I felt lips surrounding my shaft. May had gone right for me as Julie moved away enough for her to get her mouth over me. We were left alone as we sixty-nined each other. Our own love making for a bit.

I could feel her lips on my shaft, her hands on my balls, cupping them gently. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and using light pressure, held it still. Then, as she pressed her mound down onto my face, I began to hum, letting the sound vibrate my lips causing her to shake, freeze, shake and freeze.

I stopped after only a little bit, not wanting to overdo it and cause her clit to ache. Her lips tightened on my shaft and she began to bob her head up and down faster. I could feel the head of my cock bumping against her throat on her down-strokes and the knowledge that my cock was completely buried in her like that was making me hotter and hotter.

The feeling of her lips moving up and down, her tongue licking, and caressing me, her hands holding my balls as they were…all worked together to feel exquisite and sensual. Probably more so than at any time in some while.

I began to work my fingers into her pussy and asshole, stroking in and out like they were little cocks, and my lips were still sucking her clit. I could feel her tensing up…and then her orgasm flowing through her body. Her pussy was tugging on my fingers buried there and I could also feel her ass muscles as they throbbed around my two fingers back there too.

May came hard, and I was so happy that I was able to bring her off with my mouth and fingers like I had. She collapsed on top of my body and I just hugged her bottom to me. Her mouth was still around my cock, and soon she began to really work me over.

After a bit, I rolled her off, and then put her up on her hands and knees. Getting in behind her, I pushed my cock back into her hot wet pussy, and with my hands on her hips, steadying her, began to ram my cock in and out in a rapid motion.

My balls were smacking her clit as I fucked her hard and fast. I could feel cum building up and getting ready to shoot out. May braced her body and was shoving back onto my cock as I rammed forward, causing us to really make smacking noises.

There was nothing calm or gentle about this fucking at all. We were like to animals in rut. Her breasts were flying around, my hands barely able to hold her still enough to keep us together. As I began to cum, May suddenly cried out and shook hard. She was orgasming along with me.

Together we came and then as we relaxed, we laid spoon fashion. My cock never left her pussy at all. We both fell asleep, and didn’t notice when Carl took Sandra back to her cabin. We slept for hours, my arms around her and May had one hand on my lower arm and one on my hip.

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WARNING: English is NOT my first language – I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.

So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.

I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s).

All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality…

*****

So, it’s been a really beautiful, but somewhat too hot summer day…

Coming back from work, I take a shower, then, since I’ve been missing watching a movie, I decide to get dressed and go at the cinema in the neighborhood and see if it has something to offer…

So, wearing a short sleeved shirt and a pair of summer trousers, I go at the cinema…

Gosh! What the heck is happening?!?

All of a sudden, the temperature goes down, the sky is being clouded as I haven’t seen it in a very long time, then, when I am almost at the entrance of the cinema hall, the sky starts pouring!

No, I’m not exaggerating!

It’s like someone has started pouring buckets of water from the sky, all around!

It only takes seconds before I am completely wet, as if I would have jumped into a pool!

Gosh! This is really scary!

Also, the wind!

Finally, I reach in front of the cinema, where, to my surprise, I find hundreds of people, trying, one way or another, to hide from the pouring rain and the wind, since… the cinema is closed!

I have to mention that that cinema isn’t an usual one.

It has a huge capacity – more than three thousand seats – and, from time to time, it’s being used by Ceausescu for his congresses…

Due to reasons I cannot tell, the secret services have decided that, since a few days later, there will be a political congress here, the movie night is… canceled!

No worries, if you’ve had the bad luck to have bought a ticket, if you take care and check, in probably ten days from now, you’ll have the chance to come back and watch the movie – that one, or another movie!

Who cares? They surely don’t!

Now, as a good citizen, you are simply supposed to go fucking home and… make no comments!…

Well, since it so happens that I do live in the fucking exquisite area, I do have a habit, since childhood, to do not buy a ticket.

Either I find someone who has an extra ticket, so that I buy it from them, either I just give a tip to the guy or lady at the entrance…

Anyway, now, everybody is looking around, trying to find an escape from the rain and the wind, which… just don’t seem to stop!

Suddenly, my eyes focus on a pair of gorgeous tits, with very hardened nipples, under a very thin white laced blouse.

Gosh! What a pair of balconies she’s got!

And the water has made them be so… exposed!

I immediately start looking for the guy accompanying this beautiful pair of tits, but, to my surprise, it’s clear that she’s… alone!

I also sense that her face is not only wet from the rain drops, but from the tears provoked by the comments of some punks, who are joking, in a real loud voice, making the girl feel… embarrassed, to say the least…

It so happens that the punks know me, and I also know them.

They aren’t really bad guys, but, just imagine, a single girl, in front of closed and locked doors, with a pouring rain exposing your tits…

It so happens that I have learned, since very very many years ago, that whistling and making fun of a girl will never give you the chance for some real pussy…

I don’t think too much.

I go, take the young beauty’s hand, kiss it, then ask her, whispering, to try to do not act as if being surprised, then, smiling like at a parade, with her hand in my hand, we leave the premises…

No need to hide from the rain and wind, since they have already trashed our clothes and souls…

I keep on walking, confronting the storm, until I reach inside the hall of the entrance of my block of flats, holding the hand of the lady…

The moment we enter the hall, I stop, let her hand go, then introduce myself.

She’s Lenna.

“Now, Lenna, since those punks won’t be bothering you anymore, you can choose to go at the nearby bus station, or, if it doesn’t seem too awkward to you, I can take you with me upstairs, at my apartment, and let you refresh a little, while waiting for this deluge to stop”…

I cannot tell, even today, after so many years, what has made her burst into tears again, but… I simply grab her by her hand again, and lead her towards the elevator.

The moment we enter my cozy room, I switch on some dim lights, then some good music, then quickly bring a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, then two large towels that I lay on the arm chairs, since we really are wet!…

Now, just a few words about the lady – I’ve never been good at describing women’s features – even today, after soooo many years, in fact, twenty five, I still have no idea about the sizes of my wife’s balconies, or other parts of her beloved body…

I güvenilir bahis simply ignore this “department”…

She’s slim, reaching, when raised, somewhere to my chin, with a beautiful, but very wet now, black hair, her boobs, as already described, are gorgeous, while her ass and her legs are something to remember…

So, I pour some whiskey in the glasses, say cheers, and we drink it.

“Now, Lenna, if you feel like it, you can go and take a hot shower – the bathroom door does have a locking system, so… no worries!”

I smile at her.

I cannot tell if the cat has eaten her tongue, but she simply raises and goes towards the bathroom, leaving the purse beside her chair.

While she’s gone, I’m wondering how come that she’s not afraid that I would take advantage of her, or something, including the eventuality to steal her money, if she has any…

Or, maybe, just maybe, she’s seen that the luxury of my apartment does not make me fit into a category of guys who may be doing such things…

Coming back from the bathroom, she’s wearing my bathrobe, nonchalantly, if I may say so, with a towel covering her hair…

Gosh! What a family like scene!…

She simply excuses herself of taking advantage of my bathrobe, but… as she mentioned, the clothes she’s been wearing are… really too wet! Almost impossible to get dressed with…

She also mentions that she has found my drying system, so that she’s taken the liberty to put her clothes there, hoping that they will get dry after some time…

Then, she looks at me, inspecting me:

“Now, you look like you should also need a hot shower, not to mention some other clothes”…

No way!

I simply cannot leave this girl alone into my apartment, and get a shower…

It might be paranoia, I agree, but… this won’t happen!

So, I simply tell her that my body is usually so hot, that it will dry my clothes while I’m wearing them…

She looks a little bit bewildered, but… makes no comments.

I just pour some more whiskey into our glasses, and drink.

I’ve forgotten to mention that while she was having her shower, the rain has stopped.

We keep on listening to some music, for an hour or so, until she raises and goes to the bathroom.

In a few minutes, she comes back, fully dressed, and, smiling at me, she asks:

“Now, would it be a huge trouble for you if you accompany me at the nearby bus station?”

I’m a little bit surprised, so I ask:

“Are you leaving so soon?”

She simply shows me the clock on the wall:

“If the cinema would have been open, at about this time, the movie should be finished.

My folks know that I’ve left for the movie, so, I don’t want them to worry”…

“But… you can also make a call, to tell them that you are all right”…

She simply waves her hand…

OK, I take her to the bus station, and wait with her there, until the bus arrives, in less than five minutes…

The idea is that when the cinema hall will be open again, she will come at my place and take me to the movie…

To be very honest, from the way she has avoided to give me her telephone number, or any information about the area where she lives, I suspect that she’s only thanking God that she has escaped in one piece from this “adventure”, and probably forget all about those punks and me…

In fact, maybe it was my mistake, telling her that I happen to know those guys, and, honestly, that they are not as bad as they try to look like…

Since, as I’ve mentioned before, I don’t have the habit to buy tickets at that cinema, I have simply forgotten to check if it has opened again, or not – those times, they were simply advertising the reopening, with some ads exposed on some large windows at the entrance – no newspaper ads, or something…

So, it’s half past four, in the afternoon, when I hear the door bell ring.

I open the door, and, to my surprise, I see a beautiful brunette, exquisitely dressed, carrying a bag.

It’s Lenna!

I invite her in, thanking God that I am alone, meaning that there is no fuck buddy of mine present, and she hands me the bag, asking me to put the wine and the sweets into the fridge, so that everything will be ready and cool after we come back from the movie.

I go to the kitchen, see that there are two bottles of a really good wine, but white demisweet wine, while I use to drink dark red dry wine, four bottles of Pepsi-cola, which, those days, were really hard to find, a cartoon with some sweets and another cartoon, with something still warm.

I open it – steaks and fried potatoes…

Gosh! With such a treat, we could have gone to a restaurant!

Oh, I’ve forgotten to mention: even the bread rolls are there!…

I must admit that I am a little unbalanced by all this treat, since I’m not really used with girls, or women, coming to my apartment with food – some of them use to bring some beverages – a bottle of good wine, or something…

I bring a bottle of whiskey and türkçe bahis two glasses, pour a bit, since we need to hurry, to go to the cinema…

Now, if you ask me what the movie’s name was, or what the fucking action was about, after so many years, I can simply swear to you that you may even torture me, but I won’t remember…

Fact is that I have very easy found a ticket to buy, and in the cinema hall, we have very easily found two chairs, one beside the other, so that we didn’t have to stay separate during the movie.

Please don’t think that we’ve been staying hand in hand, that she has groped my dick, that I have caressed her hair, or boobs, or things like that, taking advantage of the darkness.

It’s not my style, and it has never been…

Our hands have touched, from time to time, but only casual.

No embracing, or other shit…

Back home, Lenna asks me to let her take care of the food, putting it in the oven to make sure that it’s warm again, while I arrange the table in the kitchen with plates, cutlery, and everything…

I ask her if it’s all right if we eat in the kitchen – she rapidly inspects the place, then “criticizes” me for forgetting the candles…

I smile, open a drawer, take two large shaped candles and the supports, and install them on the table, lighting them…

We start eating, and I simply ask:

“Now, Lenna, why did you do this?”

She smiles:

“It’s simply a way to thank you for saving me when I was in a very real distress”…

“Now, really, you didn’t have to bother, really!”

The only answer is a smile…

After we eat the main meal, and sip some of that demisweet wine, PLUS Pepsi!!

We go into my room, taking the sweets and the wine with us…

I simply thank God that the bottle of whiskey is still on the table…

I look at the clock, and see that it’s already half past ten in the evening, so, with a worried face, I ask Lenna at what time she’s being expected to arrive back home…

She gives me a deep look into my eyes, sips some wine, then some Pepsi, and, finally, after more than a half of a minute, she decides to answer:

“… Err, who has mentioned anything about me, being expected to go back home tonight?”…

Gosh! This changes completely the whole situation!

Should I tell you that I am REALLY delighted?!?

YESSSS! I really am!

“Well, Lenna, if that is the case, what would you say if I put some different music and we dance for a while?”

She nods, affirmatively, so that I put some tape with blues only, then invite her to dance with me…

And… we do dance for a while, meaning a minute or two, until Lenna starts unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my bare chest, flicking her tongue against my nipples, kissing my neck, approaching with her open mouth, to my mouth…

We’re still dancing, but our mouths are busy – for real!

She has eaten, she has drunk her wine, but, still, she seems to be really hungry and thirsty!

I obviously am in the same situation, so that in… let’s say, a half of an hour, we’re both stark naked, but still dancing…

The only problem between us, while dancing, seems to be my throbbing dick, fully hard, shoving towards her belly, smearing it with my abundant precum…

She simply doesn’t care, to say the least, since it seems that my body reaction makes her happy…

The bed is nearby, so that I lead her there, and make her lay on it, while I grab her by her legs, opening them, and… letting my dick start it’s journey inside her wet cunt…

Gosh! The music is great – of course, it’s me the one who has selected the tunes, see how modest I can be?!? – her cunt is great, milking me as a hoover, while her hands are caressing my hair, my back, my ass cheeks…

I keep on stretching her for a while, until she grabs me and forces herself to make me lay on my back, while she stays in the reverse cowgirl position, leading the action…

The orgasms, her whole body is full of perspiration, and the waves of pleasure sent to me by her trembling and shivering while orgasming, almost make me go over the edge…

Still, after more than an hour, she is still working hard…

I ask her:

“Now, baby, when the time comes, where shall it be?”

“You tell me when you are ready! Anyway, not inside me! Not there!”

After asking her, she seems to be working even harder…

I haven’t told her, yet, that if I lay on my back, her chances to make me cum are close to zero, since I really do like the way she’s treating my fucking dick…

I haven’t visited a shrink, so that I cannot tell if my attitude is of a sadist, or just the attitude of a sex starved guy, who really enjoys what he’s receiving from this beauty…

Anyway, by now, my balls are coated with her juices, and I can also feel moisture between my legs, at the crack of my ass…

I simply enjoy it!

Can you blame me?

The moment I decide to free her from her “ordeal” coincides with Donna Summer’s tune “I’d love to love you güvenilir bahis siteleri baby”, when I make her roll and lay on her back.

I start pumping her like there is no tomorrow, and, in a minute, while she’s orgasming, again, I simply cannot keep it inside me anymore, so that I pull my dick out and let the seeds spray on her belly…

She simply grabs me by my ass cheeks, making me come closer to her mouth, and… she cleans me with an expert mouth, lips and tongue…

Gosh! If I only knew it!

She refuses to take a shower, using only the napkin that I’ve provided, then she cuddles towards me, with her head on my shoulder, and we take a nap…

It’s almost five o’clock in the morning when I feel two things: one side tells me that I need to pee, while the other signals me that some strange hand is playing with my already throbbing dick…

Finally, it seems that my sexual lust fades my urge to pee…

I crawl a little in the bed, still refusing to open my eyes, when I feel a wetness on the head of my dick…

She’s doing a real good job, with her lips and her tongue, sucking gently from time to time, perfectly synchronized with her hand strokes…

I let her do me for a few minutes, until I feel awake for real, then guide her to sit on her elbows and knees, and start pumping…

It’s really good, in the morning, for my spine, to do such a pleasant exercise…

I cannot tell how much it takes me, before I feel the need to explode – the only thing that I know for sure is that Lenna has already orgasmed four times, and that now she’s embracing the pillow as it would be her lover…

The room is surrounded with silence, the only thing that I can hear being our breaths, her breaths being accelerated from time to time, synchronized with her tremblings and shivers, letting me know that she’s being orgasming…

I’ve learned my lesson, by now, so that, when I’m really close, I withdraw my dick from her cunt and… let her take it into her mouth…

Not only that she gets all my jets, but she also swallows all my jizz, making me feel, I really don’t know why, good!

After she swallows my sperm, she starts licking my dick and balls, plus the crack of my ass, so that I’m wondering why would I need a shower…

The peeing sensation is dead, so that I lay on my back…

Lenna, with the head on my shoulder, while I’m gently caressing her hair, whispers to me that, in a very short time, she needs to go home and prepare herself for going to work…

This reminds me that I’m also supposed to go to work, so that I invite her to have a quick shower together…

She’s clearly not happy at all with the idea that she has to go to work, but, before letting her have other initiatives, I explain to her that I really need to go to work, since I do have a project that I need to follow up…

Anyway, at five o’clock in the afternoon, I meet Lenna at the bus station, and we both come at my place…

At five fifteen, latest, my dick is already pumping her cunt, but not for long, since we both feel that we need to do something different…

This time, she straddles me in the cowgirl position, looking deep into my eyes, while she’s guiding my dick towards the entrance of her ass…

The way she makes her sphincter play with my throbbing dick tells me that she’s not taking it up there for the first time…

She does me good! Real good! And, after a while, breathing desperately, she starts stroking her clit with the fingers of her hand, then, in less than a minute, she orgasms again, letting her body fall on my chest…

I hold her, embrace her, kiss her, then make her turn on her back, putting her legs on my shoulders, and start pumping her fucking ass…

After some minutes, ten or so, I start worrying, since I don’t feel like cumming, and, meanwhile, I don’t want to ruin such a beautiful and willing woman…

Remembering what she’s done the first time, I put my thumb on her clit, and start caressing it.

After less than a minute, she waves my thumb away, taking the initiative…

She orgasms again, this time even harder…

We are full of perspiration, but I haven’t ejaculated yet…

I take off the dick from her fucking ass, excuse myself, go to the bathroom, thoroughly washing my dick, then, finally, peeing…

I cannot tell why, but, for me, at least, it’s quite hard to be erect and pee at the same time…

Back into my room, I straddle Lenna’s chest and give her access to my semi erect dick…

She sucks it like there is no tomorrow, but, still, I don’t feel like cumming…

Good! No problem!

I enter, again, between her legs, this time penetrating her fucking vagina…

She’s orgasming again, while breathing as if someone has cut the oxygen, until I feel that I’m really close to explode…

I go back, up her ass…

Gosh! Her ass feels so wonderful!

Especially when I fill it with my fucking jizz!…

We are both really happy, so that we take a shower together, while I simply ignore the farts that she’s having while washing the sperm out of her ass…

We sip some well deserved whiskey…

At around ten o’clock, in the evening, she simply tells me that she needs to go home…

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“Mark and Sheri have just had great sex in his bedroom and passed out afterward. Melanie is in the adjoining room; also passed out after feeling both her friend and brother getting it on so near her. Mark and Melanie are twin brother and sister. Since the Ferris Wheel/lightning incident a week earlier, they had discovered that they could feel what the other twin was thinking about themselves, and what other people were feeling toward their twin. At least, they could feel sexual thoughts, and they found that they were both suddenly very hot for each other. Both seemed to be normal when they were apart, however, when they were together sex was foremost in their minds. Sheri is Mel’s best friend. Jim is Mark’s best friend. (See “Summer Of Discovery 1 & 2” for more details of these events.) Enjoy!

“Mark! Wake up. You’ve got to take me home!” Sheri said as she was shaking Mark awake. They had fallen asleep in each other’s arms after their hot lovemaking earlier in the evening.

“What? Oh, Good morning Sheri,” smiled Mark as he kissed her big, full lips. “What time is it?”

“Almost 5am. I have to get home before my parents wake up. What would they think about me staying out all night on a first date?” asked Sheri.

“Wow, ok, let’s go. I don’t want you to get into trouble. I want to do this again. Don’t you?” asked Mark.

“Yes, I do. I had a wonderful evening with you, Mark. It may have started a little slow but it sure ended with a bang!” Gushed Sheri.

They both hurriedly went to the bathroom and got dressed, then off to the car to drive her home. It was still dark out but the day was beginning to break. Sheri slid in close beside Mark and put her left hand on his right knee. Mark threw his right arm around Sheri’s shoulders, his hand grazing her big, soft boob through her sweater. He turned his palm toward her and held it with his fingers under it. It was very soft and full. She had not put her bra back on!

“You like?” she smiled up to him.

“Oh yes. Very much!”

Without a word, she raised the front of her sweater up, allowing his hand to caress her boob directly, then lowered the material over his hand. No one could see what he was doing now. Hell, there was barely anyone out on the roads to see anyway, so who cared.

She put her head on his shoulder and rubbed his leg. About half way up from his knee to his crotch, she felt a lump with her little finger. Wondering what it was, she moved her hand higher over the lump.

“OMG, Is that YOU?” she exclaimed.

“Yes. You turn me on so much Sheri. Can I help it if I’m hard again?”

Sheri HAD to feel it again. Using both hands, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to reach inside and pull out his big long cock. He hadn’t bothered to put on underwear either, so she got it out easily from his loose pants. It stood up long and tall, growing ever harder in her hand.

“Oh, Mark, I hope you don’t mind. I just HAD to see and feel it again. Is it OK if I play with it a little?”

“It OK with me. I think I can still drive if I take it easy. I’ve never driven with someone holding my cock before, but it feels really good. So, don’t stop.”

Sheri stroked it with her hand, up and down, all around it, loving the feel and sight of it.

Sheri’s short tan skirt had ridden up her legs, barely covering her pussy. When he had a chance, Mark admired her long white legs shinning in the moonlight. He had to feel them. Besides, he still had her other boob pressed firmly into his chest. Reluctantly removing his hand from her boob, he lowered it to her right leg and caressed it. She spread them a few inches when his hand felt the inside of her leg, near her crotch. He moved higher to feel her panties, but there WERE NONE! Only her hot, wet vagina and soft red pubic hair were there.

“I didn’t see any sense in putting on underwear when I’ll just have to take them off again when I get home.” Explained Sheri.

“I’m not complaining.”

She raised her right foot up to the seat on her right to give him more access. Her skirt naturally raised up to her hips now. He felt her juicy box and got his fingers nice and wet, then moved them straight to her clit. He rubbed up and down, around it, then quick, light strokes on it.

“Ahhhh, That’s so good. Keep playing with me.” She said as she stroked him even harder.

And he did, playing all over her clit and pussy lips, bringing her to higher excitement with each stroke.

“Please, finger me now. I need something inside me.”

Mark rubbed his middle finger down through her engorged lips to her hole, then easily slid in the finger up to the second knuckle. She squeezed his finger at the same time she squeezed his cock, imagining back to the night before and how good it felt inside her. He slowly pulled the finger back and started fingering in and out of her at a leisurely pace. She matched his strokes with her own strokes on his hard cock, moaning with every illegal bahis one.

He inserted a second finger with barely a pause. She accepted it eagerly, pressing her hips up on every stroke of his fingers.

She held her own boob with her free hand, squeezing and rubbing her nipple to hardness. “Oh, you’re making me cum! Yes, don’t stop. Fuck me hard.” She moaned.

He rubbed her firm little clitty with his thumb while fingering her furiously.

“AHHH, Oooooo, Mmmmmmmmnnnng” as she came hard, hips quivering and bucking like a horse, riding her big stallion. Of course it was only his fingers, but her hand on his cock made it feel almost like the real thing. Slowly she came down and he removed his fingers with a pat for her pretty pussy.

“That was so incredible that I almost wrecked. You cannot imagine how beautiful you are when you cum. And I caused it! That makes me feel good to be able to turn you on so well.” Said Mark.

“I have never been so turned on before with a guy. You do something special to me, Mark. Who would ever have thought that after all these years of knowing each other, I’d be making love to my best friend’s brother and loving it!

“We can thank Mel for that. If it wasn’t for her help we may never have gotten together.” Said Mark. He knew it was still way too early to explain just what that meant exactly. He didn’t want Sheri knowing that Mel had been reading her mind, and reading Mark’s thoughts too. Mark realized then that he and Sheri seemed to have figured out what to do with other without Mel’s help any more, not that it wasn’t welcomed last night! Without Mel’s help in guiding him, they might still not realize how hot hey were for each other.

“Yeah, thank her for me until I see her again.” Said Sheri. “Oh no. I’m almost home. We’d better pull ourselves together. It wouldn’t do for the neighbors to see us like this. I feel bad for you. What are you going to do? This thing is still as big as a hickory stick!”
She still had her hand firmly on his member, admiring it with those big, pretty eyes.

“Let’s get it back in your pants.” And she leaned over and took the whole head in her mouth, kissing it as her lips let it slide out. “I’ll make it up to you later. I promise, ok?”
And they managed to bend it back into the leg of his pants and zip them up right before they pulled into her driveway.

Mark walked her to her door and gave her a deep kiss goodnight, or was it good morning?

“Goodnight. I had a wonderful time. Let’s get together again soon.” Said Mark.

“Good morning! And, the pleasure was all mine too, you know. Yes, we will get together soon, for sure.” Said Sheri as she patted his ‘leg’.

Mark hurried home, tired but satisfied from the wonderful first date with Sheri. He went straight to his room and undressed, planning to get some more sleep in before morning. Then he felt it. Melanie was thinking of his hard cock fucking her! What was she doing? How could she be thinking of him right now as if they were doin’ it? He had to find out. Going through their connecting bathroom into her bedroom, he approached her bed. She was lying on her side with a hand between her legs, sleeping.

He stood there looking at her lovely face and long blond hair falling all around her pillow. She was on top of the sheets and the covers were pulled back away, giving him a nice view of her tanned legs right up to the short satin nightshirt that came only a few inches below her butt. She was DREAMING about sex with HIM! That’s what he was feeling. He blocked out everything except her thoughts and his own as he felt her making love to him in her dream. When she was feeling his hard cock inside her, HE began to feel her warm sheath around him in his thoughts. When SHE felt his hand on her breasts, HE felt her nipples in his own hand. The more he felt from her, the more turned on he got; and then she sent even more sexual feelings for him to sense.

He was hard again and felt his member with his hand. ‘I’ve got to do something’ he thought. So, he made sure the door was locked, then stood by her bed again, stroking his cock. She was having the hottest dream about him. No wonder her hand was between her legs. She was imagining him there, spooning her from behind, not her hand. He got excited to learn that he could sense her dreams too. And he wondered if she could feel any of his thought when she was asleep and dreaming? Could she know how much he wanted her right now?

He was so horny that he decided: nothing ventured, nothing gained. So, he faced her face by the side of her bed and gently rolled her over onto her back. He didn’t know what he would do if she woke up. He could see her hidden hand was firmly grasping her breast, almost pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger through the material of her nightshirt. Her other hand was firmly on her pussy, also through the nightshirt. She didn’t wake up, but fit the new position into her dream. She illegal bahis siteleri imagined his hand on her breast, so he decided to actually place his hand there and see what happened. He felt her pert little cone-shaped breast filling his hand. They were NOT really pert or small, but compared to what he had been seeing and feeling all night, they were definitely different: Firm and pointy, even on her back. He grasped it and rubbed his palm over her nipple. It responded, and her dream thoughts responded as well. She dreamed his mouth on her boobie, sucking it. So, he leaned over and covered it with his mouth, over the material still covering it, his hand still around the base of it.

Mel moaned noticeably now and arched her back up to meet his mouth. He placed his other hand on her stomach, feeling her breathing and the muscles contracting there from her arousal. He kissed her chest and neck, then boldly kissed her lips, which responded by kissing him back. He could sense her kissing him back in her dream. Then, he felt a warm hand touch his hard cock, making it twitch up from the contact. She was gripping it now, making it hard as could be, and stroking it. He wanted to put it in her so bad, but he didn’t want to rape her. He loved her!

He asked her out loud, at least he thinks it was out loud, “Do you want me to put it in you, Mel?”

She responded by raising both of her feet up under her legs, placing them flat on the bed, and spreading out her knees with the nightshirt falling to her waist. ‘Yes,’ she thought to him in her dream, ‘Please fuck me now. Can’t you see I’ve been dreaming about it all night?’

What man could refuse such an impassioned plea from so beautiful a young woman, a woman who was open and waiting and begging him to do it?
With that, he placed himself between her legs as she guided his hard cock right into her hot pussy with her hand. She moaned out load, and also in the dream. He filled her wet, tight pussy to the bottom and they started a steady rhythm, he pressing into her, her tilting her hips up to meet him. She was already dripping wet when they started and it slid back and forth with ease. He pulled down the straps over her shoulders and lowered the top of her garment below her boobies. They stood up invitingly to greet him. She arched her back in anticipation. He didn’t make her wait, planting kisses all over them and kneading them in his hands.

Sheri had left Mark very horny indeed. He wasn’t angry with her. What she had done to him in the car felt very good and he knew she wasn’t teasing him. She had liked holding him and wasn’t planning on leaving him with blue balls or anything. Any other time, he probably would have cum way before they got to her house. However, with all the sex the night before and having to concentrate on his driving, as well as helping her to a good orgasm while driving, he could last a long time. But now he was ready to cum, here in his beautiful sister. It was almost time to now.

They had been at it a good ten to fifteen minutes, doing everything the other thought about. It was amazing how one person just thought of something they wanted and the other automatically did it. It was like four people making love in two bodies, his body filled with her thoughts, her body filled with his thoughts! She was obviously very turned on already when he first walked into her room. And we know what he had been through in the last hour!

It started deep inside her belly, little ripples, and then waves rolling down over his cock, where he could feel every muscle. He grasped both breasts and kissed her lovingly on her mouth, pounding his cock into her with full steam now. She bucked hard with her first cum which set him off. He blasted his first squirt up deep inside her. She responded with another spasm and he gave her another load of cum. They kept at this for several minutes, until both were spent and their movements slowed to a stop. They were sweating and holding each other close, letting their heartbeats slow down.

He felt her stirring and raised his head to look at her face. She opened her eyes, kissed him deeply, and said, “I’ve just had the most amazing dream you could ever imagine, dear brother! I dreamed we were making love to each other. I wake up and here you are. Thank you for making my dreams come true.”

Melanie and Mark had both been hornier than they had ever been in the last week.

Mark’s cock seemed harder and bigger than ever. Mel and Sheri seemed to love seeing and touching it, among other things. It filled with blood every time Mel was around, maybe because she was thinking about it that way whenever they were near each other. And he had trouble keeping his hands off her whenever they were together too! Certain girls and women, who never even looked at him before, now smiled and said hello. He felt horny more often than ever.

Melanie’s labia and clit were definitely engorged and bigger, with her clit actually sticking out, which canlı bahis siteleri it never did before, when she got horny or made love. Her pretty little blond pussy had looked like a little girl’s before, but now it was a woman’s pussy with a woman’s desires. She started getting wet every time Mark was around, and she often wanted him. People looked at her differently now, especially boys and young men. She noticed them too; their looks, their bodies, their cocks! Speaking of cocks, she wondered what Jim’s would be like. How could they arrange it so that she could find out while Mark was nearby? She wanted him near to help her the same way she helped him with Sheri.

Later that day they went to church together in one car so they could go hang out later with their friends. They thanked God for them surviving the lightning the week before. And silently, they both thanked him for their wonderful little side effects they had developed, and their love for everyone, especially their sibling!

After church, the twins drove over to “The Hub” to get a hamburger and see if any friends were there.

While driving there, Melanie spoke up, “Mark, where can I go with Jim on our date where you can be nearby? He hasn’t actually asked me yet but I know he will soon. I really want you there to experience what it is like feeling our thoughts and helping us, just as I did last night for you and Sheri. That was an incredible experience for me and I want you to feel it too. Besides, I need your help to tell me what he’s thinking.”

“We’ll think of something. Don’t worry too much about it. It will happen, I know. Let’s get something to eat and see who’s there.”

They went inside, sat down in a booth by the window, and ordered a couple of hamburgers with fries and iced tea.
“The waitress thinks you’re cute!” Mel whispered to Mark with a smile.

When she brought the food back, Melanie felt HIS thoughts.
“Hey, stop thinking that about her! She’s too old for you.” Mel teased him, having fun with her new power.

“Hey, I can’t help my thoughts, you know.” Mark defended.

Just then, Jim drove up. They waved at him to come and join them, which he did.
“Hi, kids.” Jim said as he slid in beside Mel. “What’s up?”

“Hi, Jim. Not much. Same old stuff.” They lied in reply.

“Oh, I heard you had a date with Sheri last night. I saw you two here together. So, how’d it go, pal?” asked Jim to Mark.

“Man, there are no secrets around this town, are there? We had a really good time. All these years I’ve known her, and who would ever think we would start dating now? She’s really very sweet and we got along well with each other.” Said Mark.

“Yeah, Mark, I was wondering about your date too. I’m glad you two hit it off OK. So tell us more about the date?” Mel asked him, smiling, knowing he would never tell all the sordid details here.

“Oh, you know, we just went to see a good movie, had a snack here, then I took her home.” He said, leaving out many juicy details. He would have to tell Mel later about driving her home. Mel still didn’t know what led up to finding Mark in her arms after her dream that morning.

Jim’s knee touched Mel’s under the table. Mark felt their thoughts for each other. Both noticed it and felt a tingle inside. Mel wanted to touch his leg but knew she couldn’t. Jim was thinking about whether he should ask her out or not.

“Hey, Jim. You know it is working out OK so far with me dating my sister’s best friend. Did you ever wonder what it would be like if MY best friend dated my sister?” Asked Mark to Jim.

“MARK!” yelled Mel as she kicked him under the table. It wasn’t a serious kick, just the proper thing to do when your brother embarrasses you. She knew he was helping her.

“Well, she IS kinda cute. I wouldn’t mind taking her out sometime.” Replied Jim to Mark.

“Hello, I’m right here, you know!” said Mel. “If you are going to discuss taking me out, don’t you think you should be talking to ME, not HIM?”

Looking directly into her eyes now, Jim replied seriously, “I know you are right there! I’m well aware of you whenever you are anywhere near me. It’s just easier to talk to Mark than you. Melanie, I would like to take you out on a date. Will you go out with me?”

She paused, looking back into his eyes.
“Yes, I would like to go out with you too. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?

The tension was relieved after that and they all chatted about everything and nothing while they finished their lunch.

“Jim, can you come over to our house this afternoon and hang out? We only have a few chores to do and you can hang with us.” Asked Mark.

“Sure, I’ll meet you two there.” Said Jim as they all left.

Arriving back at the farmhouse, the twins changed into more comfortable clothes, got a cool drink and sat in the den together, listening to music and chatting. Mel sat next to Jim for a change and they were talking more than they used to. Mark felt that they were really connecting with each other. Each minute, they were getting closer.

After a while, Mel said, “I’ve got to do a few chores. Do you want to come with me, Jim? I need someone to help me gather eggs.”

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He’s late.

I draw back the curtains and stare out the window, looking at the headlights whizzing past. You told me to be ready by 7pm and it’s already 7:15. I don’t know whether I should be worried for your safety or be annoyed because you’re insensitive. You know I hate it when things don’t go according to schedule. I glance at my watch and sigh.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad,” you whisper against my cheek, your arm around my waist drawing me back against your chest. I didn’t even hear you come in through the back door. Your warm breath tickles my neck and I smile to myself. I can never stay mad at you for too long. I turn my head for a kiss, but your hand stops me before I can even move an inch. You obviously have something up your sleeve. I decide to wait.

“Close your eyes, honey.”

Oh my God, I hope he’s not going to propose! is the first thing that pops into my head, and I chuckle silently at my silly imaginings. Trust me to go all romance-novel-heroine-like at a time like this. I feel the silky texture of cloth across the top of my nose, and a minute later I feel you tug at the knots to make sure that your blindfold stays in place. It seems like we’re staying in tonight after all. Thank God I didn’t illegal bahis waste 30 minutes trying to get my hair up into a French twist.

I let out a surprised yelp as you sweep me up into your arms and carry me into the bedroom. I still feel like I’m too fat for you to be doing this, but we’ve been over this already and saying anything will just ruin the moment. With my arms around your neck I hang on for dear life as you put me down slowly. My high heels touch the floor and I automatically smooth my dress down over my legs. I hear your rumbling chuckle as if to say I won’t be having the dress on for too long. Shivers run up and down my spine at the thought. My imagination is working overtime thinking of all the delicious things that await me. I can hear my labored breathing, and you haven’t even started yet.

You run your fingers slowly up and down my arms leaving goosebumps in its wake. I can feel your breath on my face, and I raise my head slightly in anticipation of a kiss. After what seemed like an eternity the familiar warmth of your lips touches mine, and I jump slightly at the fervor with which you slide your lips and tongue against my own. So, you’re not as unaffected as you pretend to be. This makes me feel like I’m illegal bahis siteleri the sexiest woman in the world, and the head rush it brings about is great. Your hands make their way down my back and up again to caress my breasts through my velvet dress. I can’t wait to feel your fingers on my bare skin and would’ve pulled the dress down to my waist if I wasn’t too busy running my hands through your long, wavy locks, begging for you to kiss me senseless.

You pull down the zip of my dress as though you had all the time in the world, drawing circles on my back as you go down, down, down. A whoosh of cold air wraps around my naked body as my dress falls to the floor. My nipples are quick to react and they brush against your clothes as I wiggle around trying to dispel the cold. I don’t even know what you’re wearing tonight. Once again you place your hands on my back to keep me steady; you help me step out of the dress and your warm, strong hands are comforting. A sharp gasp escapes my lips when I feel your warm, wet mouth on my breasts, sucking my nipples. You know I love it when you do this, and my knees grow weaker with every passing second. I want your fingers between my legs so badly, but you insist on having them draw figure-eights canlı bahis siteleri on my ass. The suspense is killing me. You pushed me down onto the soft covers just as my knees gave out from underneath me. You spread my legs wide and run your fingers along the inside of my thighs. All I want to do right now is to cross my legs and bring myself to orgasm. I am so very turned on I’m finding it hard to keep still. Suddenly your hands are gone and all I can hear is my short, erratic breathing. The urge to squeeze my legs shut is stronger still, but I know good things come to those who wait.

I let out a low moan as you give my pussy long, slow licks. You are driving me crazy and loving every minute of it. I am not a very vocal person and probably never will be. I push my hips at you hoping that you will get the message, and sure enough you go into a pussy-eating frenzy. A tingly feeling spreads all over my body and I arch my back when you suck on my clit. I am so close to cumming my whole body is tense with anticipation. You reach over and tweak my nipples and this sends me over the edge, my sweaty body writhing and bucking all over the bed, the familiar feeling of extreme pleasure and lightheadedness crashing over me in waves. I am whimpering like a puppy and my heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest. It takes a while for me to float back down to reality, and I collapse on the bed, spent.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

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And I’ve done all I can
To stand on the steps with my heart in my hands
Now I’m starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me…

This is for you baby… maybe ill see you in DC sometime.

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10.24 am ~ the morning after…

I sit up slowly, careful not to disturb you sleeping beside me. I let my eyes trace slowly over your body, and smile to myself. I still can’t quite believe that you’re right here, in the same room as me.

I get up and make my way to the bathroom… a nice hot shower is what I need right now. Stopping to look at myself in the mirror, I touch my breasts, which you caressed last night. My nipples still remember your tongue and your teeth, gently nibbling and tasting. My eyes move down, over my flat stomach and curved hips, which you pulled back into yours as you fucked me last night. The memories make my pussy tingle. Still lower, they trace over the curve of my butt, which you opened last night to show me a pleasure I never thought possible. I see a flashback of you behind me, gently breaking my seal as I moan into the pillows. A trickle slides down the inside of my leg. I smile at myself wickedly in the mirror.

I guess since you’re already wet down there girl, you might as well get the rest of you wet as well! I think to myself as I step into the shower and turn up the hot water, so hot that its nearly painful, but not quite. I let it run down my body, over my face, enjoying the sensation. I haven’t been so relaxed in ages. I take my time, let the water run, watch it snake down the tiles. After a while I turn off the flow and grab the liquid soap. As I soap up, I can’t stop thinking about you. Your head between my legs… your tongue on my clit… your fingers in my pussy… your face as I sucked my own juices off your cock… your hands on my breasts as you pump your cock in and out of my pussy…

After illegal bahis a while I turn the water back on and wash off. I’m so absorbed in my thoughts that I only notice you as you slide open the screen and step into the shower. “Good morning sleepy head,” I say as I turn around and smile up at you. You take the soap bottle out of my hand and breathe into my ear, “good morning to you too.” You lean down to kiss me, and I snake my arms around your neck, pulling you down, kissing back. Your hands are running over my sides, over my back, and come to rest on my ass. I lose my sense of time in your lips. We could’ve been kissing for just minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell you.

Finally you break away and turn off the water. Then you pick up the forgotten soap bottle. Did I just see a mischievous smile curving your lips? You open the bottle and squeeze out a generous amount and rub it between your hands. I can see what you’re up to and turn around, lifting up my hair and smiling over my shoulder invitingly. You start massaging my shoulders and my back, strong but controlled as you work the muscles loose. I lean back into you and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling.

Your hands move on, over my arms, my neck, slide around to my stomach, and up again to my breasts. The soap makes your every touch so smooth, so slippery. I can feel your fingers pinch my nipples, rolling them, playing with them. A small moan escapes my lips. You lean down and kiss my neck as I arch my back, pushing back into your hard cock behind me. You push forward, and I can feel your shaft slide between my cheeks as you slide up and down, up and down in my ass crack. But before I can lose myself completely, I pull back and turn to face you. I take the bottle and take some soap into the palm of my hand. I let my hands circle on your chest, over your nipples, down to your stomach, stopping just short of your illegal bahis siteleri cock, up again to your chest. I walk around you and start the same process on your back, reaching up to work on your shoulders, sliding over your arms and up again, down your back to your ass. I caress the roundness, trace a finger up between your cheeks to the small of your back, and back down again. Was that a shiver I just saw? A small smile curves my lips. I slide my hands around your hips to your front, and take hold of your cock. Resting my head on your back, I slide my hand up and down its length, over the head, fingertips tracing edges and smooth skin, back down again to the base. Over and over, up and down, while my other hand cups your balls, feeling their weight, fingers tracing gently over the skin.

Your eyes are closed by the time I stop and move back around you to face you. I kiss your lips and you open your eyes again. Your hands come up my shoulders and turn me around so my back once again presses against your chest. Your hands are running over my arms and you kiss my neck, but now there is something there, an urgency that is building. You bend and bite my neck, a playful, careful bite but it makes me moan. I lift up my arms and run my fingers through your hair, closing my eyes, and pushing my ass back into your hips.

Your hands are still on my breasts teasing me… I moan louder. God I want you now! I push back and angle up so you can enter me. You slide your soapy cock into my pussy and push hard. I cry out and brace my hands against the shower wall. You pull me back into you, your hands guiding my hips, pumping in and out, steady and powerful. I give myself up to the sensation, moan and beg you to fuck me, fuck me hard! You comply, but for a little while. I can feel you slide out of me again.

Just as I’m about to beg you to come back into me again, I feel a pressure on canlı bahis siteleri my asshole. Slowly, ever so slowly I can feel your head slide in. I gasp as images tumble through my head, of my first very time last night when you broke me in. I was a like a nervous little filly before her first ride but you made it all worthwhile. Now I lean my face against the wall and relax, letting you in, all the way. The soap has made you so smooth and every inch is pleasurable torture. I hear you moan and start a steady rhythm, your hands sliding all over my back and ass cheeks. I ride out the waves, letting everything go, all my control, and the world contracts to the smoothness of the tiles against my face and your cock in my ass.

I can feel your pace increase; you must be so close to coming. My hand slides down to my clit, working it in small circles in time to your thrusts. Do you want to come in my ass or in my pussy, I wonder? Just as the thought crosses my mind, I feel you pull out and thrust hard into my pussy. I groan loudly and grind my hips back into you. I can feel my muscles contract around your shaft, and you know I’m coming and up the tempo one last time until you too can feel the tidal wave of pleasure that still has me in its clutches. Once, twice more you pump in and out, and then I can feel your hot cum deep inside me, your hands digging into my soft flesh.

I lean against the wall, breathing hard, as you slow up and finally come rest, bent over me, one arm braced against the wall just above my mine. I feel as if gravity has ceased to exist and we are floating underwater, weightless, wrapped in the complete calm of exhaustion. My limbs feel so deliciously heavy that I can hardly stand up. Finally you pull out of me and lift me up so I lean against you, my head resting on your shoulder and eyes closed. I can feel your cum leaking out of me and run down the inside of my legs. A sleepy smile touches my lips. You reach for the tap and the hot water starts again, drenching us both. We just stand there, you holding me, lost in our own little world, while time outside moves on, leaving us behind – for a little while at least…

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I had always been a shy person growing up.

When I attended college, I was always shy about the shape of my body and I wore long sleeved clothing constantly.

I never actually dated anyone and I was always fascinated by the blooming sex life that a lot of my peers were exploring. I was terrified of the idea of getting pregnant but I must admit that the idea of people knowing that I had my unprotected pussy fucked at some point turned me on. Though I never had sex, I was a furious masturbator. I broke my hymen with a small carrot the first time I really started exploring my body and ever since then it’s been a regular habit of mine to have some kind of object snuggled as far as it can go in my vagina while rubbing my clit.

When I finally moved out to live in a cute apartment by myself, I finally had the freedom to walk around in the skimpiest outfit I could find without fear of a family member walking in unannounced. Every time I came home from work, I would almost immediately take off my skirt and blouse to reveal my tiny thong and a see-through bra that barely covered my nipples.

I had a nice under-curtain covering all of my windows that allowed a lot of light to enter my home without anyone being able to see me from the outside. It’s only if I stood extremely close to the window that some lucky person would have a blurred view of my brown silhouette and my most private areas exposed.

I usually like to walk around in this state of dress and go through my routine of watching videos on YouTube while pumping a long, big carrot in and out of my wet pussy. I haven’t gotten around to buying myself a dildo yet because I want my first experience with anything shaped like a dick to be the genuine thing itself. There’s just something hot about the idea of a hot, hard dick stabbing my pussy open mercilessly and pouring out its cum into my womb.

Today is no different. I was sitting in front of my laptop in my bedroom, legs wide open over the arm rests on my chair, slowly pushing and pulling a fresh carrot in and out of my cunt. At the back of my mind I had the secret fantasy of someone watching me through my webcam without my knowledge.

My pussy became even more wet at this thought and my hand was coated in thick pussy juice, caused the carrot to move easier than before. I was planning on moving my session to the floor when I heard the sound of my neighhbour’s balcony door opening.

A huge shiver went down my spine.

My neighbour and shared balconies as all of the units in our apartment complex were made up of side-to-side multistory units. There was only a thin glass screen that separated the balconies which was only allowed to open if both sides unlocked it.

The idea of the 40 year old man standing out in the balcony, just 4 feet away from my gushing pussy, was almost enough to make me cum. He wasn’t exactly the most attractive man, with a large belly and hairy arms and legs from what I had seen during summer. I had heard rumours about maltepe escort him being into dating young girls and the sex noises that I could hear through the shared wall was an indication of his sex drive to me.

During my occasional evening masturbation, I hoped that he could hear my moaning on his side and he would wonder about what I was doing to myself to cause it. I imagined him coming through my sliding door suddenly and fucking me without my explicit consent. Then after he came in me, he’d call me a worthless whore and leave me lying there with cum seeping out of my pussy.

“Mmmm…” I moaned with a smile. I haven’t heard his balcony door closing yet so I assume he’s still standing outside. Quickly gathering my courage, I pull out the carrot and toss it on my desk. I want to save my orgasm for later so right now I need to put my plan in motion.

I go to put on the lightest dress that I can find, a short peach coloured dress that doesn’t hug my body in any way. It was windy outside and I wanted it to blow up as soon as possible in front of Mr Baker. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress so hopefully he would still see my body even if it the dress stayed down.

Opening the balcony door and stepping outside, I made as if I was checking my plants along the railing. I looked over to him to give him a quick nod and I nodded back, taking a second to look at me from head to toe. I could tell that he was still looking at me when I turned away from him to bend down. I could feel my heartbeat slamming against me chest as I felt the wind blow between my legs and after a few seconds, my dress lifted up and was blown over my shoulders and head.

My entire asshole and pussy was exposed to him and my breasts hung down at the same height as my knees. I took a couple of breaths before snapping back up and tugging my dress down clumsily. Looking back to Mr Baker shyly, he was full on facing me and I knew that he had seen all my goodies. He locked eyes with me and gave me an appreciative smirk.

“Nice ass,” he scoffed. “Why don’t you come over here and show it to me some more?”

I walked over to the glass and his smirk widened. The screen was still locked and I wanted to tease him some more before deciding if I wanted to go further with him.

I turned around and pulled my dress up to expose my juicy ass. I wiggled it around a little to make it jiggle and I heard him chuckle.

“Bend over, bitch,” he ordered. “Show me how you wanna fuck.”

This made me so excited. I got on my knees and spread my legs apart for him to be able to see my pussy open slightly. Then I began twerking my ass quickly, causing my ass cheeks to make slapping noises with every bounce. I heard his belt unbuckling and his zipper being opened. Looking back, I saw him pull out a thick black cock that was already hardening in his fist. His own hand barely wrapped around the shaft and he had a delicious looking plum head that was starting to drip cum.

I chose escort maltepe to turn over and lie on my back, spreading my legs wide and lifting my dress up higher to show my boobs. I ran my middle finger over my clit, down to my pussy opening and back up again before plunging it into me and wiggling it around.

His eyes were glued to my movements and he started pumping his dick into his makeshift hand-pussy. With his other hand, he reached up to unlatch his lock for the glass door and tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“Fuck! Open this door bitch!”

His tone was almost threatening and I actually had a slight fear that he would hurt me if I did what he wanted. I have always dreamt of being fucked by a man who wanted to own my body and here he was right in front of me. I could see from his expression that all he wanted to do was shove his dick in me for his own pleasure and this is what made me choose to move forward.

I reached up to unlatch my side and the second he heard the click, he pushed the door open and threw himself on top of me. His strong arms held mine down and he lodged himself between my legs. His pants slipped down below his ass and he still had his shirt on. The sight of this was especially erotic to me because it showed how carnal his desire was for my pussy, to the point of not needing to remove all of his clothing and instead having his dick sticking out lewdly in my direction.

He didn’t bother preparing me before trying to slam his head into my entrance. Luckily I was already extremely wet but my inexperienced pussy wasn’t capable of taking in his full size in one go. He kept grunting with each thrust to go deeper and my whole body was on fire.

“Uh..uh…ow…ohhh…uh….” I let out short gasps and moans in slight pain but mostly in excited pleasure. The feeling of this hot dick violating my vagina was exquisite. It was so thick and my insides were wrapping itself into every nook and cranny of it. I could feel his head forcing my hole to open wider for his dick to go deeper, like a thief breaking their way into your home.

There were squelching sounds from our juices mixing together. I wish that I could record them for later because I loved to listen to fucking sounds before going to bed at night and the idea that these were coming from my own pussy was a dream come true for me.

“Hhuuuhhh…fuck fuck fuck….such a tight cunt,” he drooled above me. I actually felt a glob of spit fall onto the side of my nose and slide down my cheek.

My boobs were bouncing up and down and I loved the feeling of them swinging around like that. I hoped that he would grab them in his big hands but instead, he slapped me sharply across my face and pushed my legs open even further.

“Fucking whore…letting a stranger fuck you. Say you love it! Tell me how much you want me to fuck this cheap pussy!”

“Oohhh…uh…uh…I…uh…I love it!” I screamed without hesitating. “Please fuck my pussy! Please! Uh…OOHHH maltepe escort bayan FFUUCCKKK! Fuck my pussy!”

I lifted my hips up off the ground and pumped them in time with his thrusts, making his dick tunnel its way deeper into my cunt until I could feel it bumping against my cervix wall. Now that my hands were free, I licked my fingers before rubbing my large, hard nipples. His balls were slapping against my ass and he used his right hand to slap each breast sharply. The sting sent a wonderful shiver through my body and I let out a squeal with each one.

“Fucking whore…huh…huhhh…arg…bitch…ass…whore. Ah fuck! I’m gonna cum in this pussy! Ohhh fuck!”

He lifted my hips up higher to the point where my shoulders and head were the only parts of my body still touching the ground and he pumped his dick faster into my pussy.

“No! Please no!” I fake pleaded. “Please don’t come in me! I’m not on birth control!”

“Arrggg fuuuccckkkk!”

I felt his hot semen shoot at the entrance of my cervix as he continued to plunge in and out unevenly.

“OOoohhhhh!” This triggered my own orgasm and I felt my pulsating pussy trying to suck his dick deeper and keep him lodged inside me.

He continued to cum and I felt some of it slip out around his dick and run down my ass crack, then drip down to the floor.

“Ahh shit! Yeah…fuck!” He held his dick still in me to let out the last bits of cum spurts and my own pussy twitched in appreciation.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his softening dick out of me and I felt a river of thick cum flow out almost immediately. My hips dropped back down to the floor and I kept my legs open. Mr Baker stood up straight and looked down at me.

“You scared you’re gonna pregnant bitch? Huh?” He asked as he bent down next to me and started rubbing my pussy lips. He shoved some of his cum back into my cunt and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“You better not. I’m not gonna have a shameless whore become the mother of my kids.”

“Aaahhh…” I moaned as he began pumping his fingers faster into my soaked pussy. Looking towards him, I let my eyes roam down to his still exposed penis. It now hung limp yet it was still beautifully thick with veins wrapped around it.

I can’t believe that was inside me just now.

Giving my pussy a final slap, he made me jump before standing up and pulling his pants back up. He didn’t bother to buckle up his belt and he walked back to his side of the balcony. He shut the screen door behind him and I watched him disappear back into his own room, never once looking back at me.

Laying my head back down, I smiled up at the ceiling. Finally I had my first fuck! And it was exactly how I imagined it would be. The wind cooled down my coated vagina and I wanted to giggle in happiness. I’ve always wanted to be seen as a hot piece of meat and one day I would love to meet a man who shares my desire of being shared and fucked out of my mind.

Of course I don’t want to have Mr Baker’s baby though. I had the birth control implant once I turned 20 to give myself all the freedom to have cum poured into my pussy as much as I wanted.

And now I can finally become the whore I’ve always wanted to be…

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(c) March, 2002 Revised 12/24/03.

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Chapter 1 – A Date To Remember

Isn’t it amazing how everyone in most of these tales is the most beautiful or handsome, has a perfect body, massive breasts or huge erections. Not me, I was an average youngster, with average looks, an average penis, though I will allow myself above an average IQ. At least that’s what my test scores proclaimed.

My sister, Sue was not especially pretty. I didn’t know much about her body, though not from lack of trying to see it. Usually she wore loose fitting clothes which hid her figure. Even when I did get a rare peek down her top, she always wore a bra. Being good enough to be first or second string on any team she tried out for, Sue was normally involved in a sport after school most days.

Our parents were nice enough. Both were physically attractive, active at church, had good jobs, were well liked, and respected in our small community. Unfortunately, to my way of thinking, they were also very conservative. While they enjoyed a love life, it was a very private one. In front of Sue or me they’d kiss or hug, but they’d never in a million years admit that anything ever happened behind a closed bedroom door.

Basic birds and bees I got shortly after Mom first caught me masturbating. The mechanics of sex was briefly presented by my Father. When he got to “Have any questions son?” it was obvious, even to a kid like me, that he didn’t want any. About the only information I got from either parent from then on has been of the “…wait until marriage:”, or “…nice boys don’t do THAT”, or “…you’re too young for…” variety. In other words, not a scrap of useful information, ever, about sex.

As I developed, I actually grew more shy. Even though I got along well enough with my sister, neither of us knew much about communicating with other people. Oddly enough, we both tended to get along better with adults than kids our own age.

Sue and I tried to talk to each other. While we were fine with mundane matters, we both had a hard time with truly personal details. Over time I did discover that Sue got about as much help from Mom regarding sex as I’d gotten from Dad. Sue had gotten Body Parts 101, followed by a Ph.D. in Advanced Celibacy.

At 19, Sue is just over a year my senior. She did have infrequent dates, but she never found a boyfriend that wasn’t totally turned off by our folk’s piety and over-protectiveness. Being shy, unsure of herself, Sue wasn’t a very good conversationalist. Sadly she wasn’t allowed out of the house unless she dressed like an old lady. Those factors resulted in Sue mostly being asked out by jerks, and she was simply too bright for them.

Sue and I were only allowed a narrow range of ‘acceptable’ activities. A church social was OK, if there were plenty of chaperones, of course. A bowling alley…maybe, but a Drive In, forget it. A party at a friend’s house was out of the question, unless several sets of parents were in attendance. Hey, couldn’t allow any of that “wild stuff that misguided young people do!”

Dating? Tried it, wasn’t very good at it. Not being able to only made a boy-girl relationship more difficult. Having so little experience and confidence, I fell into a ferocious cycle of doing poorly on a date because I was shy, then becoming even shyer because I’d done poorly. There had been a couple girls I’d liked, but I suspect I soon lost them because I was so sexually awkward. Hey, if it was written on a billboard I’d probably miss a ‘signal’.

God, I wanted to do stuff! I wanted to experiment, but I’d been totally brainwashed. One thought about French kissing, or touching a breast, and my body would almost jump because of the lighting bolt that was surely going to zap me. My reality was that I knew if I did try something, and word got back to my parents, there’d be seven kinds of Hell to pay!

From all I’ve shared, it might not come as too big a surprise that Sue and I were often in front of the Rec. room TV on Friday and Saturday nights. Therefore there was absolutely nothing unusual about the Friday night where this story unfolds, except that we were parked on the sofa a little earlier than usual.

Every other Friday our parents ate dinner out after a church function. Afterwards they’d drive 25 miles to where they did the food shopping, etc. Happily, when they went out, all our little make work chores left with them.

This particular evening, a local UHF station was having an ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ marathon. After a couple hours of watching Barbara Eden, I was horny as hell from ogling her sexy harem outfits…what a body! Hormones led my thinking along the lines of “wouldn’t it be great to have a few wishes granted, heh, heh, heh!”

I don’t know if there are many people who’ve never seen ‘I Dream of Jeannie’, bursa escort but she was a bona fide, Arabian Nights type, wish granting, lives in a bottle, Genie, named Jeannie who was rescued by an of-course astronaut who’d landed on a desert island. Being a Sit Com, Jeannie used wishes to ‘help’ Tony, her fly-boy master. Chaos always ensued, but Jeannie was so adorable ya had ta love her.

Like most people, even though my mind was swirling with sexual fantasies involving foxy Barbara Eden and wishes, I was still able to manage a conversation with Sue. Mostly it was just a throw away comment, half question, or half just thinking out loud.

“Sue, if you had a few wishes what would ask for?’

“Well, no offense Lewis, but I’d be out a nice date at the Drive In instead of watching TV with my brother on a date night.”

We exchanged ‘hell yeah’ glances, made a few irony laced chortles, then returned to viewing the tube. Way in the back of my brain wheels began turning. A few minutes later a ‘ding’ sounded as an idea finished cooking. My mind played with it, then added a few more ingredients. “Might be fun…” I thought.

Laughing a little as I stood, I turned to Sue, folded my arms, then did a ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ nod of my head and blink. “Your wish has been granted, Master. You have a date for the Drive In. Please go dress. Do whatever you normally would to get ready for a date. Meet me in the kitchen in 30 minutes.”

Sue looked at me as if I were crazy.

“Go girl, shoo, shoo, you only have 30 minutes!”

Standing there with a silly grin, I extended a hand to help her up. When Sue accepted my hand, I pulled her to her feet. We held hands as I led her up the basement stairs, then to the second floor. Turning Sue by her shoulders towards her room, I gave her a gentle push. “I get the bathroom first, just for a couple minutes. Remember, 30 minutes, meet me in the kitchen.”

Diving into the bathroom, I stripped to the waist, brushed my teeth, washed up, combed my hair, then patted on a dab of cologne.

“All yours!” I shouted as I left the bathroom, heading to my room where I threw on a nice pair of jeans and a decent shirt.

From the depths of my closet, I dug out a tape of Starship Troopers I kept hidden. Had to hide it, there was some nudity in it…world might stop spinning ya know. Ready myself now, I flew down to the basement. Crossing the landing, I was gratified to hear Sue in the bathroom. Cool, she was going to play my game.

From a parts box, I grabbed a cheap speaker which I was able to plug into the front of the basement VCR. As if it was a Drive In speaker, I ran wire to a small end table by the sofa. Next I adjusted the TV’s volume to zero, put in the Troopers tape, then left the remote where I could easily reach it. Off I went to the kitchen.

Two bags of microwave popcorn were ready in a flash. After dumping the contents into a big plastic bowl, I zapped 4 hot dogs. Even warmed the buns, then wrapped each dog in a paper napkin so they looked a bit like concession stand food. In the cupboard, I found a couple jumbo plastic drink containers from a 7-11. While the dogs heated, I filled the cups with ice and cola. In case Sue raided my room, I had hidden a Hershey’s Almond bar on a top cupboard shelf. Climbing a stool, I retrieved mere moments before Sue descended the stairs.

By the time she reached the kitchen, I’d packed the eats into a small cardboard box I scrounged from the pantry. To my great delight, Sue had a quizzical look as well as a cute smile as she half-peeked into the kitchen before stepping all the way into the room.

Falling into my role as her date I said, “So, you’re finally back from the restroom. What do you girls do that takes so long. Look, I’ve already bought the refreshments. Let’s hurry back to the car, the movie’s about to start.” Sue gave me a ‘are you for real’ smile that made my night.

It was as dark downstairs as a movie theater because I’d turned off all the Rec. Room lights except for the TV. Happily it was a 27″ set, so it threw a lot of light.

Directing her to the sofa, I passed her 2 dogs and a soda. Unobtrusively I hit the PLAY button on the remote. I’d already skipped ahead 10 minutes to bypass all the utter garbage commercials Columbia had loaded on ahead of the movie. Abruptly, the banner appeared and the intro music blared.

“Hope you can hear OK, you know how these cheap Drive In speakers are, hope we don’t have to move the car. I heard Starship Trooper’s is pretty cool…lot’s of great special effects, and of course giant bugs out to destroy mankind.”

That did it, Sue broke up laughing.

“Lewis, you’re amazing!! This is hysterical, how’d you ever come up with all this? I’m really impressed.”

Sue looked into my eyes for a time. “This is already a better date than most I’ve had. This was really sweet of you, I was feeling a bit depressed earlier.”

Her broad smile turned into a gentle, loving one. Soft lips were kissing bursa escort bayan mine before I realized what she was doing. Perhaps the kiss was just a sibling smooch, but it did feel extraordinarily nice. Our lips pressed together for longer than I ever recalled us kissing before. Mostly, any kisses we’d ever shared had been quick pecks. Sue’s kiss left me feeling warm all over.

Sue hadn’t seen this movie. Recently I’d found it on sale, now that it was an ‘older’ movie. Still, since it had an R rating, I hadn’t told a soul I’d bought it. Since I was concerned about her reaction, I warned Sue there was a little nudity; I didn’t want her getting ticked at me. Certainly we could watch a different flick if bare boobies would bother her.

Guess she was getting into the game. “What’s the good of going to a Drive In if you aren’t a bit naughty!” was her grinning reply.

Before long the dogs were eaten and the popcorn gone. Pulling out the Hershey’s bar from under a napkin where I’d hidden it, I said, “Guess I must actually like you, this is the last of my chocolate.”

“Well, good sir. I’m sure your kindness will be rewarded some day.” The earlier kiss had been so sweet, I secretly hoped for another. A warm smile was all I got, but it made me feel mighty special nonetheless.

With the food gone, we put what was left of our drinks and trash on the end table. Normally we’d sit at opposite ends of the sofa when we watched TV. Guess with this being a ‘date’ we unintentionally settled in close together in the middle of the sofa. Our hands found each other. Looking back, I believe it was strictly because we were feeling very good about each other, glad for the companionship. We held hands simply because it felt nice to. As we settled back to watch the show, Sue rested her head against my shoulder.

Very sweetly Sue offered, “Wish I really had a magic lamp, this wishing stuff is pretty nice.”

While we watched, we were fairly quiet. Just a “ooh”, “ICK!!”, or “Cool!!!” now and then. When my hand finally needed to breathe, I put my arm around Sue. Enjoying her warmth, I wanted to keep her close. She seemed to enjoy our nearness as well. Snuggled up close, Sue turned her body slightly more towards me.

My feelings so far had been mostly about affection. Physically we were as intimate as we’d ever been before. Moreover I was feeling emotionally closer as our evening progressed. As I basked in her warmth, felt her firm muscles underneath her Peter Pan blouse, for the first time ever, I began to appreciate her as being a young woman. She’d actually been a fun ‘date’ so far; I liked having a ‘date’.

A shower scene came on. A dozen or more male and female recruits were bathing together, apparently a matter-of-course event in the army of the future. One of the reasons I’d bought this movie was so I could masturbate watching Dina Meyer, not to mention a few other nice breasts in this scene. Bingo: sex was on my mind. Abruptly I was thinking about the warm, female body I had my arm around; wondering, as I had so many, many times what my sister would look like undressed, or in the shower.

Truly, I believe what happened next was a total accident. As the shower scene unfolded, we both shifted positions slightly. I suspect we both were uneasy because sex was such a big taboo in our house. All I know for sure is my middle fingertips were ever, ever so slightly brushing the side of Sue’s right breast. I could just barely feel her bra within the blouse, but I was actually in contact with a female’s breast! Hormones instantly flooded my system, my heart pounded. As if sitting near a blaze, I felt very warm. My penis filled with blood, I felt tingly all over.

Afraid Sue might notice my hand, I froze like an ice sculpture. My hand begged me to go exploring. God, how I wanted to cup the breast that was so near, yet so very far away. An internal war ensued. The fear side won out, my hand remained motionless.

Happily, the human side scored a few points as well. The next time Sue shifted, I was prepared. Lightly my fingers caressed the curve of her breast, before rapidly retreating to her arm as if it’d just been a chance encounter. When Sue didn’t react, I felt relieved that I’d gotten away with it. Still, oh how my heart raced, how my penis throbbed.

Totally absorbed, I savored the memory of the texture and warmth of her bra-encased breast. When Sue spoke, quiet as she was, I jumped.

“Lewis, you’ve gone out with a few girls. Have you ever seen a girl’s breast? You don’t have to answer, but if you tell me the truth, I’ll answer tough a question of yours.”

The answer was no, but the guy ego thing, plus my shy-sexually repressed baggage made it hard to speak. Thank God, Sue was patient; I think she understood how difficult it was for me to open up. Our closeness that night helped me to finally find my voice.

“No…never seen, never touched. There were two girls I think who might’ve let me…you know, but every time I thought escort bursa about trying, I’d hear Mom’s disapproving voice in my head, then I’d freeze.”

After a long pause I asked, “Have you ever seen a guy, or anything?’

“Same boat as you; never seen, never touched…and for darn sure no ‘or anything’. With me it’s Dad’s voice in my head. Though basically it’s been due to the guys I’ve gone out with; mostly jerks, or very immature. Somehow I just know the first time I fool around that far will be something I’ll always remember. [laughing now] So I didn’t want the first one I saw to be attached to an idiot.”

Sympathetically, I laughed along with my sister.

“Lewis, I hope I didn’t embarrass you. Seeing those guys in the shower…Well, I caught myself wishing the camera would go lower, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I don’t dare tell you what I was wishing earlier when Jeannie was blinking her brains out.” That made Sue laugh. Reaching across me, Sue took my left hand with her right one. She kissed my palm, then held my hand.

Some cool action scenes came on; our attention was drawn back to the screen. Nothing more was said for a long time. Late in the movie came a scene where Dina jumps into a bedroll with the starring hunk. Whoosh, hormone flood! Immediately I was hornier than ever. Like some giant magnet, Sue’s body was powerfully attracting mine.

My dreams shattered when Sue asked me to let her up. Being insecure, I thought she was upset. When she said “Pause the movie, I’ll be right back.” I breathed a huge sigh of relief, gathering she simply had to pee.

I’m not sure how long Sue was gone. Guess I got distracted. I didn’t hit pause, instead I played the tape backwards until I could freeze a shot of Dina’s sexy little breasts and swollen nipples. Quickly opening my fly, my fingers slid through my underwear to stroke my erection. God, my shaft was hotter than Hell. I rubbed myself a little bit, but soon had to zip up because I heard Sue returning.

When she snuggled up tightly against me, just as close as she’d been before she’d left, I was soooo pleased. Gently, I again draped my arm over her shoulder. Hormones instructed my fingers to accidentally graze her breast again. Please understand, I was terminally horny at that point.

Executing my stealthy move, I got a surprise, shock, and a jolt. The jolt was because I rubbed her breast much harder than I’d intended, part of my brain was screaming RED ALERT – SISTER IS GOING TO KILL YOU. The surprise: another part of my brain was shouting “She is NOT wearing a bra!” The shock: Sue had only been gone a very short time. She left with a bra on, she came back with it off. Ergo, this was no accident!

I didn’t move, I didn’t speak. Gradually my tension drained away as it sunk in that Sue wasn’t reacting to the mini-feel I’d copped. Vaguely I realized I was watching the show, but not seeing it. Unconsciously my left hand was toying with Sue’s right hand. Time passed, I couldn’t say how much. Sue broke our silence. Very gently, very lovingly she spoke.

“Lewis, I’ve been thinking. You granted me my wish for a nice date tonight, just as if I had my own Genie. Tonight has been so totally wonderful. You know, we could give each other a magic lamp, we both could have wishes come true.”

Less than a second later, Sue guided my hand onto her breast. As my hand cupped her soft tit, we both exhaled deeply. Silently, she guided my hand’s movements over her breast for long enough to assure me it was OK to fondle her gift.

For several minutes we stayed just as we were; Sue’s head on my shoulder, us holding hands while I explored her warm, firm mound. Even through her blouse, I couldn’t miss feeling her nipple grew swell until it became as thick as my middle finger. I was in heaven, I’d never been so excited.

With my head reeling, it took a while before I could think clearly enough to figure out Sue might want a wish.

“Sue, I so want you to have a lamp. If there’s a wish you want to make, it’s yours, whatever it is. Would you wish to see your first penis?”

“No.” My heart stopped.

“Right now I want to touch your penis, I want to explore it with just my fingers. While you’re fondling my breast, I’d like to feel you. I want to save seeing it for our next date.”

My heart almost thumped out of my chest.

Shaking, I slid the soft, feminine hand I’d been holding onto my now obvious bulge. Sue felt me up through my jeans for several minutes. At long last her fingers lowered my zipper, unbuttoned the brass fastener, then slid into my briefs. Sue’s fingers glided over the glans before curling around my shaft.

No sooner did my sister get a slow, steady pumping motion going, then I ejaculated. Already wet inside my shorts from the seminal fluid I’d been leaking, I was soon drenched with my own semen. We both moaned long and slow as we felt her hand become coated with my sperm. My body became all the more excited by the added slipperiness and wet sounds as Sue stroked me.

Guess Sue understood how terribly excited I’d become by her actions. When my penis finally stopped pulsing within her grip, she turned her head to gave me an extremely tender kiss.

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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is the continuation of my Technically We’re Estranged series and I suggest reading the first chapter before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, and masturbation.

Stephan and Mel interact a little more directly – Cam to Cam.

Thanks to Ante_matter for his editing.

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In my defence, Mel was getting as into our online relationship as I was.

It had been two weeks since I discovered my cousin, living half a world away, was spending her free time as a camgirl online. That first time I watched her dance and masturbate for the camera had been one of my most surreal sexual experiences, full of long-forgotten desires and nostalgia for the girl who had been one of my closest family members. I hadn’t known why she was doing it, if maybe her divorce meant she needed the money or something else was going on in her life, so I dipped into my considerable savings and sent her a grand worth of ‘tips’ anonymously.

If I’d known that was how I would get Mel back in my life, I would have sent five. She was still camming and sending out pictures over snapchat to her viewers, still bantering over twitter with guys who wanted to get into her pants, but every picture that went ‘wide’ was quickly followed by another one just for me. Always a little dirtier, a little more personal. If she flashed her tits on snapchat, I got a pussy shot. If she mooned in a picture for twitter, she sent me one spreading her cheeks.

We hadn’t sent any more videos, not since that second day, but we were constantly flirting. She joked to me that her nurse friends thought she had a secret boyfriend, and I told her my secretary had been asking the same questions. Kik, an anonymous chatting app, was our main avenue to talk and talk we did – about everything. Surfing, college days, food, movies. I learned her friends names and she found out I was a lawyer.

And every day in the early afternoon I logged onto the camming site and watched my Mel slowly tease her way to naked, masturbate herself to orgasm at least once, and then sign off. She still had no idea on the other end of the screen her cousin was watching, falling for her more and more.

DellaLightful: Did you like the show?

She asked me that almost every day. Over the past two weeks I’d tipped her nearly three grand in american dollars until she had made me promise to stop, telling me she felt guilty I was sending her so much.

OverCsSteve: Of course I did, you are amazing.

DellaLightful: 😀

DellaLightful: Can I tell you a secret?

OverCsSteve: Only if it’s dirty 😉

DellaLightful: I wasn’t even watching the cam or chat while I was getting off. I had the pic of your dick maxed on my monitor.

I raised my eyebrows and blinked, looking down at my phone. The door to my office opened and Bella poked her head in, checking if I was ‘still busy’ with my afternoon activities. Seeing I wasn’t actively jerking off, she swept into the room and sauntered over to my desk, hips swaying and a smile teasing her lips.

“Show over?” she asked.

I didn’t respond, typing quickly back to Mel.

OverCsSteve: Wow. I don’t know what to say.

DellaLightful: You don’t have to say anything, but sooner or later you need to send me more.

“At least tell me your cam-girlfriends name, Stephan,” Bella said, sitting on the far corner of my desk and peeking over it at me. She pursed her lips in mild irritation when she found that I had already done up my pants. Ever since she had walked in on me taking a picture of the mess I had made when Mel sent me a personal video of her coming, Bella had been trying to get a better look at my dick.

I shook my head and breathed out through my nose before answering. “Why do you want to know?”

She shrugged nonchalantly but we had worked together long enough I knew she was putting on an air. “Oh, I’m just curious is all. She’s got you all worked up and that little clip you let me see was especially hot.”

She had blackmailed me into seeing ‘that little clip,’ though I knew it had been a harmless threat. That had been the first time Bella had admitted to me she liked women as well as men, openly insinuating she would be on break masturbating in the washroom right after seeing it.

She was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties, the same as Mel and I, but she was a native Australian where I had immigrated permanently from the US after attending university and law school on student visa. Long, dark hair, that classic aussie smile and accent, and her bikini-ready body had all been a bonus through our couple of years together; she was also a fantastic legal secretary.

“Well you’ve already seen her, tuzla escort so you don’t need her cam name.”

“You know her real name then?” Bella asked, picking up on my too-detailed retort. All the reasons she was so good at her job were also why I had never fooled around with her, even when she had offered freely.

I hesitated before answering and her eyes lit up, “Hah, you do know it. That’s alright though, you want to keep her secret. Just tell me her screen name.”

I took a deep breath and sighed it out; in all honesty Bella could just access my computer and look it up in my internet history. As the only other employee in my little firm, and already knowing I jerked off to porn in my office, there hadn’t been a reason for me to limit her access.

“It’s DellaLightful, one word.”

Bella immediately pulled out her phone and typed the name in, flashing me the screen to confirm she was looking at the right profile screen. I nodded in resignation, Bella could now watch the same shows as I was.

She gave me a little sigh and leaned down, kissing me on the cheek before standing. “Why so scared, Stephan? Think she might fall for me instead of you?”

“No,” I said, my emotions somewhere between embarrassed and pouty.

She chuckled and shook her head, “It’s the internet, bossman. You only find love in real life.”

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DellaLightful: I was wondering if you could do me a favour?

Mel had messaged me sometime in the night, which was earlier in the day for her since she lived in Texas. Most days now I woke up to a couple of naughty photos and some messages from her, along with the ones she sent out to all of her followers on social media.

This morning was different. There were still the teasing pictures of her cleavage and underwear sent over snapchat, but just that one message waiting for me.

OverCsSteve: Sure, anything.

She would be in the middle of her shift at the hospital, and just the thought of Mel in her scrubs gave me a woody as I sat eating breakfast. Her long blonde hair tied back, revealing her round face and dazzling smile, her bright blue eyes flashing with mischief. I eventually got a message back just as I was pulling into my parking spot behind the building my office was in.

DellaLightful: I was sort of wondering if you would cam-to-cam with me during my show tonight?

I didn’t know what to say. Mel wanted to watch me, watching her. It sounded extremely erotic, sitting there knowing she could see me stroking myself while she ground a dildo into her pussy. There were also a lot of problems with it.

DellaLightful: I know it’s kind of weird. And you don’t have to show your face!

DellaLightful: I just can’t get you out of my head, I want to see you get off to me.

DellaLightful: You’re like the best part of every other guy who watches me.

What do I even say to that? I took my time answering, even though she was probably on pins and needles waiting for my response. I walked to the elevator and took the ride up to think. She wanted to respect my privacy, but she also wanted this enough that she wasn’t trying to bribe me or sway me one way or the other.

I knew my cousin. When she really wanted something from someone she cared about, she didn’t play games or trivialize. She asked sincerely and believed the person she was asking cared as much for her as she did for them. She’d been like that since we were kids, and I had always followed through for her when she asked me. I guess I can’t stop now.

OverCsSteve: Yeah, I think I can do that. I’ll figure something out.

I sent the message once the elevator had opened and I had reception again, stepping out into my lobby. Bella was already at her desk, typing away dutifully but taking the time to look up at me and smile. “Good morning, Mr. Tanner. Coffee this morning?”

I was always Mr. Tanner out here, where Bella was the professional. Even in my office, in private, I had been Mr. Tanner when we were discussing business. Now it was odd hearing her call me by my last name; over the past two weeks we had talked more in innuendos and openly about my online ‘relationship’ than we had the business.

“Not this morning, Bella, thanks. I do have a favour to ask though. If you can find the time this morning, could you express order a decent webcam for my computer?”

She raised an eyebrow and I knew she was on to me. “It’s for a client meeting, he wants to talk over skype,” I lied.

“One of your clients wants to talk over skype?” she questioned. It really was a dumb lie; I was the defence lawyer for multiple criminal organizations across Australia. My practice was literally built on protecting criminals, and it paid exceedingly well because they knew I took precautions like not doing stupid shit.

“New prospective client,” I clarified. “Unassociated with our usual clients.”

Her eyebrow remained tuzla escort bayan peaked as she looked me up and down, lips pursed in judgement. “I can take care of that, Mr. Tanner,” she finally said, but in such a way that I wasn’t sure she was talking about the webcam so much as a more personal need. “I would be more than happy to.”

I nodded and smiled, all of my training as a lawyer required to make it not look sheepish, as I passed her and entered my office.

DellaLightful: OMG, thank you. I can’t wait. Just you saying yes has me way horny.

Along with the message she sent me two quick pictures. The first was her in profile as she took a selfie in a bathroom mirror. She was pointing to her boobs, which clearly had nipple bumps showing through her scrubs and a goofy ‘worried’ face. The second picture was down her pants, pulled out from her body along with the front of her panties, showing her bald mound and a dark stain on the white fabric of her underwear. She was soaked.

Taking a chance, I took a quick picture of my hardon tenting my slacks and sent it back.

DellaLightful: Fuck, why would you do that!? Now I want to get off right this minute but I can’t!

OverCsSteve: I work most of the day hiding a boner because of you. You can be patient.

DellaLightful: Ugh, why are you so awesome but suck so much? I need to get back to work.

She sent one last photo, which was just her face as she flashed her baby blues and made a sad puppy face at the camera. I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone, remembering all the times she had done that to me and my friends over the years. At one point in our junior year of high school someone had made a picture similar to that into a poster with captions like ‘Mel is not happy’ and ‘Do It for Mel.’ She was a meme before internet memes were popular.

Eventually Bella came into my office around mid morning holding a boxed webcam. “So, what kind of client are we talking about?” The professionalism had faded now; not gone but certainly more personal.

“Corporate,” I said, practically reciting the lie I had developed over the past couple of hours. “An American looking to invest in the Australian market. I think he googled ‘Attorney in Australia’ and I had the most hits.” Not an untrue fact, considering my name ended up in the papers and on the web whenever a criminal skipped through the justice system.

Bella frowned slightly, realizing she might have been guessing wrong. “Oh, well, when is the meeting? I’ll make sure it’s in your schedule, Mr. Tanner.” The professionalism slid back into place as she handed me the box.

“Tomorrow morning,” I lied yet again, “I wanted to make sure I had it all working before then.”

Bella smiled politely and nodded, backing away towards the door, “Alright then, I’ll make sure to fit it in.” Just as she was about to exit she turned and looked back at me, her eyes slightly hooded as she bit her lip in a curious but sexy pose. “There isn’t anyone scheduled to come in this afternoon, Mr. Tanner. Are you expecting anyone not on the calendar?”

“No, there shouldn’t be anyone coming in,” I replied.

“Good,” she was using a slightly huskier voice that sent a tingle through me, “Just so you know, during your break I’ll probably be taking mine as well. If you hear anything out here, it’s not an emergency.” She gave me a pointed look and then closed the door.

My hot ass secretary is going to masturbate at the same time as me, watching the same girl as me.

I had to drink an entire glass of water to get rid of my dry mouth as I contemplated everything that was going on.

It took me way longer than necessary to get the webcam setup. Beyond the standard plugging it in, making sure it worked and everything, I took an inordinate amount of time making sure it was positioned correctly – high enough that she’d be able to see my chest if I unbuttoned my shirt, but not so high as to show my face. Triple check that it was firmly held in place so that there wouldn’t be any accidental moves and my face came into the frame. I even went so far as to move a couple of the items I had behind my desk just in case they would give too much away or cast a reflection of something else in the room on a shiny surface. Finally it was done and I sat back down to work.

DellaLightful: Hey, are you ready?

It was right about that time when Mel usually logged on to her cam account. She’d gotten home from work, quickly ate something and changed into whatever she was going to wear for the show. Usually we’d would have been chatting back and forth a bit, but we had both been quiet today. I know for me it was the nerves of this new step and I had to wonder if she was feeling the same thing.

OverCsSteve: Yeah, I have it all set up.

DellaLightful: Want to test it out quick before I go online?

OverCsSteve: Probably a good idea, smartypants.

This escort tuzla was it, the big moment. The website had a built in cam-to-cam feature that I had to initiate. From what I had gleaned from watching other girls on the site before I found Mel, most of the time they charged for something like this. I took a deep breath and arranged myself, then sent the request. A little black window appeared in the corner of my screen and quickly resolved into a view of me from upper chest to knees, sitting in my office chair. Three dots kept blinking across it, waiting for an acceptance from her end, and I realized there was an ‘open mic’ symbol on. I quickly clicked it off and a moment later the blinking dots disappeared and a small green one lit up in the corner. I was live.

There were already a few of Mel’s regulars in the chat room so we couldn’t talk there. I lifted up my phone and pointed to it, then messaged her.

OverCsSteve: Is it working?

DellaLightful: It is, omg this is so cool.

DellaLightful: Nice bod, business man.

I pantomimed laughing and then messaged back.

OverCsSteve: You should probably log on, the natives are getting restless.

Half a minute later my phone pinged, and by this time I recognized the distinct noise that a snapchat had come through. I opened it quickly to see Mel smiling into her camera, her tits pushed together by a white bra and a lifelike dildo resting in her cleavage. The message on the screen read, ‘Showtime? Showtime!’

Twitter blooped at me soon after, and then the white, empty box in her room on the site blinked black, the spinning ‘buffering’ symbol accompanied by cheers from the quickly growing chat room.

Looking at the picture she had sent already had me getting a chub and I shifted my dick in my pants to get more comfortable. As Mel’s camera blinked into life she was looking down at her phone, pressed a button and then looked up, smiling broadly.

She started saying hello to her regulars and my phone buzzed in my hand. I had another message from Mel.

DellaLightful: Already getting hard? Don’t get off to quick, I want this show to last 😉

I rolled my eyes, which she couldn’t see, and flashed her both my middle fingers and wiggled them. On screen Mel scrunched up her nose to stop herself from laughing and interrupting what she had been saying. The first half hour of the show went mostly as normal, with Mel interacting with the chat room and acting sort of goofy. The countdown to get her out of her grey tank top and yoga pants went fairly quickly; Mel wasn’t in the top twenty girls on the site yet but her rise up the ranks had been fairly meteoric.

When Mel took off her shirt, I unbuttoned my own shirt and let it fall open a little, revealing my chest and abs, my tie loosened but still on. I could see Mel’s eyes wandering over to the side of her screen, checking me out, while she played with her tits in her bra for the room.

She picked up her phone while she was responding to another regular asking how her day had been, and mine quickly buzzed.

DellaLightful: Oh yeah, baby. Take it off!! Woo!!

OverCsSteve: One for One, every time you take something off I will too.

Mel checked her phone on cam and smirked, letting out a, “Mhmmhmmmhmm.” Then she looked at the screen and licked her lips.

Choober54: Look at miss popular

69Noscope69: I’d fuck that mouth so hard

P1ran1s: What do you keep looking at?

Choober54: Dellas milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Hornd0wg: Hi I’m new and I think ur gorgous.

Choober54: Or are you inviting a friend over for the show?

Hornd0wg: gorgeos*

B.e.a.utifELLA: Damn girl, I’d sit on your face any day.

The chat room was flying but Mel still managed to respond to the reasonable people quickly. “Aw, is Choober jealous? And I’m not looking at anything Piranis. Hi Horndog, thank you.” She raised an eyebrow at the sitting on face comment, “Sorry, Beauti-fella, I don’t give rimjobs.”

Choober54: Crap, now My Milkshake is stuck in my head.

B.e.a.utifELLA: Thats fine, I want your tongue on my clit anyways. And call me Ella, cutey.

Toemageddon: Hey sexy, cn we c feet in highheels?

P1ran1s: Oh come on Della, are you watching porn again?

Hornd0wg: Oh wow, you actually talked to me *blush*

I clearly facepalmed at the last remark, even though she couldn’t see my face, and Mel had to stifle a laugh as she was responding to people.

“Choober, serves you right. But it’s stuck in my head too you bastard,” she smiled and started the song in the background, mouthing along to the words and bobbing her head when she wasn’t talking. “Ella, that’s kinda hot actually. I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl be so forward about watching my room before. Are you gonna stick around? And Piranis, yes, I’m watching porn again. It’s a guy with a super hot bod and it’s getting me all worked up for the show, so stop complaining.” She stuck out her tongue at the camera. “Horndog, of course I’m going to talk to you. Just be nice and hang out and we can be friends.”

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It’s been a while since I posted. Just for my readers, here’s an elevator fantasy you can get wet ( or hard) too.

*****

The long workday was finally taking its toll on him. He is leaning up against one of the steel walls of the elevator, trying to relax his stiff muscles. His eyes – dark, midnight pools with their own glimmering moons in the centers – lock on the iPhone resting in the palm of his right hand. Indulging in a private peepshow will absolutely relax him quicker.

He glances up at the steel doors that are still open. The thrill of being caught by a noisy passenger amplifies his heart rate. His left hand disappears deep in the pocket of his black slacks as he admires the pictures saved to his photo gallery. Expanding one of the images with his thumb and forefinger, his dark eyes trace over the perfect silhouette before him. All three hundred half-naked, selfies are of the same dark, red hair, caramel skin, and hazel eyed beauty.

Colorfully clad in a variety of teasing lingerie, there were no two images of her in the same outfit. Physically captured by each seductive portrait, his eyes linger to the curvy areas of the woman’s body.

Each depiction playfully hints at the skin hidden as one hand holds up the camera and the other pulls at the clothing. Numerous images show the woman on her stomach with the camera angled out in front by her extended arm. Her back arched inward, causing her plump butt to peek over her shoulder. Her bottom lip is tightly tucked away between her teeth as her innocent eyes pierced through the photos and straight to his. The visual of this beautiful woman bending over for him and kissing the camera sends chills up his spine.

The elevator doors steadily begin to close as his body responds to the sultry self-portraits. His hand travels down deeper in his pocket, letting his fingertips brush up against his hardening length. He craves the feel her soft skin against his, her sweet mouth capturing his own, and the scent of her red hair invading his nostrils. Daring to tear a hole in the cotton prison around his hand, he presses harder to reach his naked flesh. He lets his fingers glide up the growing erection in his pants. The elevator doors suddenly pause when the wheels of a suitcase cross their path.

His head is still down, but I can feel his eyes watching my perfectly sculpted legs entering the elevator. The cutout leather pumps on my feet, announcing my presence in the space. My own cellular device is cradled between my left shoulder and ear.

Standing the suitcase in front of me, I stand on the opposite side of the elevator. My manicured fingers do not even reach out to touch the elevator buttons. My room floor has already been selected; so I am free to stand back and enjoy the soothing – maybe even rough – ride upward.

I sense his eyes hovering over my shape, but I pretend not to notice. My business call is much more important – at the moment. His dark gaze starts along the short hem of my skirt before traveling down my bare, caramel legs. His pushes his body off the elevator wall, and I can see him moving closer to the elevator buttons in front of me.

Continuing to ignore him, I move my free hand to undo the three buttons of my grey blazer. My right hand rests on the back of my hip, causally opening the blazer more. The lace of my white blouse teasingly shows off my cleavage. He pushes his left hand deeper in his pocket when I let my dark, red curls fall from my bun. The object of his attraction is now physically in front of him.

Removing the phone from my ear, I lean back against the wall after finally ending my conversation. I shut my eyes for a brief second, and I can feel his intensive gaze piercing through my eyelids. The steady rising of the elevator eases the stress weighing down on my skull. Unlike him, I have no sexual depictions of him saved to my cellular device – or in general – to calm my anxiety. There are only the mental memories I hold on to from each one of our heated encounters. His domineering lust and sexual appetite are the only reason he possesses such naughty photos of me.

I peek up to see the man standing in front of me. It is surprisingly easy for me to relay no emotion even as he cocks his head and grins at me. His existence affects me internally as the pressures of work and corporate negations reflect on my exterior. Within second, however, my surface appearance begins to relax. I fall victim to his sinister and vigorous – yet sexual and captivating – eyes. Meeting his mysterious gaze with my own dim glare, I trap my lower lip between my teeth in painful cage of pleasure.

He grins while leaning back against the wall of buttons. “Rough day?”

“You have no idea.” Unable to fix my tongue to complete a full sentence, I leave him with a simple answer I know he will punish me for saying.

“Really?” His elbow bursa escort hits the emergency stop button before he stepped closer to me. Neither of us flinches when the elevator suddenly pauses. He – being use to spontaneous actions – barely moves as the elevator drops an inch. I am simply frozen in place looking directly into his chilling eyes.

“Enlighten me.” He pulls my semi-rimless glasses from my face, partially blinding me from the event at hand.

There was no time for me to verbally respond to his inquiry of my heavy workday. His body hovers over me just before his lips meet mine. I know he can hear my heart pounding through my chest. It is desperately fighting to break free of my rib cage and land on the elevator floor. He steps closer; now I am trapped between his solid build and the stiff wall. The heat coming off of me made the air in the elevator thin.

Our teeth clash as our tongues twirl together in a lustful tug-a-war for control. Our tongues savor the flavor of the other. He enjoys the sweet champagne still lingering on my tongue; I devour the alluring traces of gin on his.

My hands reach up to touch his face, but he claims both of my wrists in a constrictor’s grip. I feel I am gaining the upper hand on our intense lip lock; the upper hand only he is allowed to possess. His hands squeeze my wrists tighter, but there is no pain to be felt.

All my senses have rushed to my tongue and lips to keep me fully active in the kiss. He hates the lack of control and clinches my wrists tighter to show me who is the boss. The constriction goes ignored, and I take full enjoyment in what I am doing to him. Our lustful dance is suddenly ended when his teeth sink into my bottom lip. The touch is light at first, but soon he applies more pressure. My lip is a prisoner to the pleasure and pain cage again. He holds my lip between his teeth for what feels like hours. In truth, he frees me after a minute.

“Speak.” He turns her body around to face the steel wall.

“First,” I fight to reclaim control of my breathing, “my meeting was delayed for about two hours.”

His hands pull my hands behind by back. He brings both of my hands together in his right one. My hands are pressed into my lower back unable to move. His lips touch the back of my neck, and I cannot help but to shiver at the sensual touch. I can feel his lower half grinding against her backside as he keeps my body stationary.

“Go on.” He whispers.

“When we were finally in the process of negotiating…” My sudden inhale becomes trapped in my throat as his left hand roams underneath my skirt.

“Keep going.”

“The meeting didn’t go as planned; we had to reschedule everything.”

Pressing his nose into my dark hair, he deeply inhales the jasmine scent of my shampoo. “What else happened?”

I part my lips to speak, but only a faint moan escapes from my throat. I gasp when his wandering fingertips brush the front of my lacy panties. He whispers in my ear for me to continue my story, but I soon surrender to his teasing touch. His probing fingers massage the sweet spot covered by white lace. My body shudders at his touch. My hips rock against his hand. His middle finger strokes up and down over the garment until my lower lips open for him. I am completely speechless and my desire begins to heavily flow between my legs. I toss my hair back and forth, as my body begs for deeper contact.

His thick fingers tighten around my overlapping wrists. “I can’t hear you.”

“The jet’s engine failed right before takeoff, and then I was forced to board a crowded commercial flight.”

The entire length of my skirt is bunched up around my waist. I part my legs to give him more access to his property. With my lower lips wide open, my slippery clit is touching my panties directly. My forehead rests against the steel wall while my faint whimpers fall to the ground. He massages my clit in a slow and seductive manner.

My juices soak through the material of my lingerie to reach his teasing digits. I can feel his large erection fighting to escape his pants. His heavy breathing invades my ear, and I can feel his increased heart rate beating against my back, through his shirt and both of our suit jackets. He is just as needy as I am.

“But now you’re here.”

“I wish I’d gotten here sooner.” I try to arch my back and push my butt out to meet his erection.

His hand finally tears the lacy garment from my body. My legs begin to violently shake, daring to fall out right from underneath me. But his strong frame keeps my body perfectly lined up with the wall. My hands are still trapped behind my back, and my face remains pressed into the elevator. Not being able to see him or his hands is beginning to drive me crazy.

My eyes remain close with my mouth hanging open. His fingers continue to tease my bare, damp flesh. bursa escort bayan I can hear him chuckling at my weak pleas for more attention.

“Is that all you did today?”

“Yes.”

He frees my wrists, but I keep them resting on my lower back. My mind is lost in the sinful confession to my aunt and any other role model I might be letting down. The only relief I’m getting from this sin, besides the orgasms and experimental thrill, is that my tossed hair shields my face from elevator cameras.

I am brought back to the lustful guilt when his thick fingers sudden squeeze my clitoris and his other hand aggressively tugs my hair. That relief is suddenly gone; yet, my body tingles at a voyeur’s excitement of watching my body being used.

His hold on my hair becomes tighter. “Where’s your mind right now?”

My rocket came back down to the elevator, and my mouth opens wider when it touches the ground. My moist center opens up to him as he slides the first finger inside. I bring my hands up to the wall and push my lower body back against him. Soon, I feel another one of his fingers disappearing between my moist lips.

My wet walls clinch to his penetrating fingers, refusing to let him leave. The feeling is so much more intense than the light strokes he delivered over my panties. I am truly putty in his hands as he yanks my hair back, whispers in my ear, and slices his fingers deeper inside my moist box.

“What are you thinking about?” His knuckles disappeared deep inside my wet pussy, I feel his fingers pressing down on the back of my clit. Each caress and featherlike tap sends shockwaves up my spine. I can feel the last little bit of self-control inside me slipping away. He is a few strokes away from claiming the only control I have left.

The emergency phone has been ringing for several minutes. He refuses to acknowledge it; I’m too powerless to even glance in its direction.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.” I can feel him withdrawing his fingers.

“You…” He slides back inside. “I’m thinking about you.” My liquid silk covers his hand as he fondles me to a powerful release.

Our body heat continues to make the air around us thin. My legs are extremely weak, begging – no screaming – for me to give them a rest. My wet center is clinching to the air after he pulls his hand free. She wants more of him even though the other parts of my body are begging to be far away from him and his teasing ways.

I can hear the slight jingling of his belt and the undoing of his zipper behind me. I turn my head to glance at him over my shoulder. I want to tell him I cannot take anymore. Or at least tell him to wait until we reach one of our rooms so I can lie down.

When my eyes meet his over my shoulder, he offers me one of his soaked fingers. I let him trace my bottom lip before my tongue slithers out to taste my essence on him. The pungent aroma and desirable taste drives my senses wild. I want to taste him, to see him, and run my hands down his bare chest. My heart rate begins to relax when I feel his lips and tongue polishing my neck.

I suck his fingers clean and let them fall from my mouth. His pants brush the back of my calves as he lets them and his boxer briefs fall around his ankles. My hair is still tightly balled up in his right fist while his left rubs the tip of his length between my legs.

“What do you want?” Hard is an understatement and would not do his erection any justice. The large muscle has its own pulse, and I can feel it beating between my trembling legs. I desperately want him now.

“You.” I whimper, hoping to have his member inside me soon rather than later.

Without another word, his uncovered steel enters my moist channel. We both shudder at his hostile – and unexpected – invasion.

Our bottom lips fall open when his full dick enters me; yet, neither of us makes a sound. I can barely breathe as my heart expands underneath the flesh making up my chest. He buries his face between my left shoulder and neck – releasing a lengthy and heavy sigh – as my love muscles embrace his full nine inches. His entire body goes stiff behind me. He withdraws from my body without warning.

“Say it again.” He demands over the annoying ringing of the emergency phone.

“I want you.” I say the magic words, and his extensive erection plunges inside my pussy.

My hands crawl at the elevator wall – daring to chip a nail clean off – as he forces every inch inside of me. His strokes are long and demanding, causing my body to shiver as he uses my hair to control the rest of my body.

One tug and my back arches, pushing my butt out to next his strokes. Our lips lock over my shoulder, stifling the earsplitting moans I cannot control. I am rapidly approaching the edge and ready to jump right into the pool of ecstasy. I sank my teeth into his lower escort bursa lip as his strokes become more vigorous. I want him so bad.

His pulls his lip free, and his face disappears behind my head. “Do you want to turn around?”

His raspy voice falls on death ears.

I am so consumed by the hair pulling and his healthy stick that I hear nothing. Our hips connect over and over as continuous waves of pleasure course through my body. The painful beating of my heart rattles my ribcages.

My legs vibrate as his extensive strokes grinded against the back of my clitoris. His chest rests on my back as his lower half swims through my flooded depth. His own increased heart tempo echoes through my body and straight to my eardrums.

“Maybe we should finish this in the room.” He teases.

My sex refuses to free his long intruder as he struggles to pull completely out.

“Don’t you dare stop.” Shameless tears are running down my cheeks.

He pushes forward.

“You ready to cum for me?” He breathes.

His pulsing muscle brings me closer and closer to that inevitable explosion. The nails on my left hand dig into his thigh as my right claws at the solid wall in front of me. I can feel my nails chipping and cracking off my fingers.

“Yes!” My animalistic traits rise to the surface and all control is lost.

The elevator suddenly begins to move even as the emergency phone continues to ring. No longer trapped between the eleventh and tenth floors, the box begins to lower itself to the lobby. The intense beating of my heart becomes enhanced at the thought of being physically seen. Forget the fear of a leaked sex tape. My career will truly be destroyed if I am seen with my skirt up and my butt bare.

“Ready to quit?”

The second orgasm viciously shakes me. “Never.”

So overcome with lustful emotions, I take the chance of being caught. He continues to plunge deeper as my walls clinch around him. My juices ooze around him and down the inside of my legs. We are three orgasms in to the bet and not one of them was his. I press my lower half back to meet every powerful stroke. The last wave of satisfaction rolls through my entire being with an enormous amount of strength.

Each sinful wave drifts from my shaky body as I listen to his chuckles.

I soon realize he was never going to give me a point on the score board. His impressive length leaves my wet well while he is still laughing. When the doors finally open at the lobby, we are back to our opposite sides of the box. Our clothes are perfectly aligned and we are each scrolling though the data in our cellular devices. My hair is back up in its original bun with my glasses giving me back my sight. Looking up and into the lobby space, we see the hotel manager and two security guards standing before us.

“Is there a problem?” He spoke first as the three other men stare at us, puzzling what could have happened to the elevator.

“This elevator has been motionless for several minutes.” The manger’s hand reaches out to stop the doors from closing. “Do you have any idea why?”

His eyes glance up to the corner of the elevator, letting us know he can easily figure out what just happened.

“No clue.” Pulling his wallet out his pocket, my lover steps forward to flash the manger his identification. “And I trust you won’t care to know either.”

The manger met his dark eyes. “I guess there isn’t a problem. I’m sorry for the inconveniences.”

Both men step back until they are standing in their original positions.

“Goodnight Mr. King.” The manger’s voice meets our ears before the elevator doors close again.

The steel box soon begins to move. We are once again heading up to the nineteenth floor of the twenty-floor building.

“You cheated.” My eyes are down on my iPhone’s screen as I speak to him. It is evident I have not mastered breathing yet.

He chuckles. “Did you really think you had a chance of winning?”

“No…I predicted a tie.” I say more arrogant than intended.

He chuckles again while leaning against his side of the wall. “The night isn’t over yet. You think you can tie things up before sunrise.”

Our floor is fast approaching.

“No.” I tuck my phone in my blazer pocket while extending the arm of my suitcase. “I rather wait until tomorrow. That way we can start all over.”

“Starting over won’t assist you anymore than it did tonight.” He cannot cease laughing for some odd reason.

The doors open on the nineteenth floor.

Leading the way, I exit the box first with my suitcase rolling along behind me. I glance back to see he is still lingering in the elevator. While he was able to relax his muscles a bit, the bulge in his pants is still begging for attention.

“Maybe it won’t. But waiting until tomorrow will you give you some…alone time to relieve yourself.”

He finally steps out of the elevator. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”

With a grin, I head toward my room down the hallway. Even as he walks in the opposite direction, I can feel his eyes following my swaying hips.

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Even though she doesn’t work as one, my mother is a really good dressmaker. So instead of buying a really expensive new dress for my friend’s wedding, I asked my Mum to make one for me. Because she hadn’t made me a dress in over three years, she thought it was a good idea to get all my measurements again. Thankfully, that afternoon the house was deserted — my father had gone to meet with some friends for work, and my brother were out watching a football game.

Her measuring tape around her neck like a professional, she had me remove my shoes and stand against the wall to get my height. So that was easy; she just confirmed that I’m 5’6, only an inch or two taller than she is. I wanted a fairly long dress – most of the way down my legs to my ankles, so she measured the distance from my shoulders to about where I thought would be good for the hemline and then wrote the length on her little notepad.

“Now, for the rest of the measurements I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to strip down to your underwear, Lauren.”

“Yeah, I thought that might be the case.” No big deal, she’s seen me undressed thousands of times before. I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor. Next I pulled my t-shirt over my head, where (of course) I got static electricity that made my long, straight light brown hair stick out at all directions. I frantically tried combing it back down while Mum tried and failed to suppress a giggle. “Geez, thanks Mum, don’t try to help or anything.”

“And miss your hilarious little show there? No thanks, Lauren. Now, I’ll start with your hips. Arms out to the side for me?”

I did as requested as Mum wrapped the tape around my slim hips, taking note of my sizing again. Then she moved up to my waist, looping the tape around the narrowest part of my torso. Again, she wrote down what her tape measured, then looked up at me.

“For the bust, I can do it with your bra still on, but for the best fit, you’ll probably have to take it off, I’m sorry.”

We’ve always been a fairly open family, and Mum and I have especially been close, outnumbered by three other guys. We’ve frequently gone bra shopping together, and we’ve always felt there was nothing weird about her coming in and talking to me while I showered, or vice versa. But I guess she was trying to explain to me why it’d be better with my bra off from a dressmaker’s point of view.

“Yeah, sure thing.” I unhooked my bra and tossed it onto the bed. My perky B-cup breasts jiggled happily when I freed them, my soft pink nipples sticking out. Mum didn’t react at all; why would she? She’s seen them so many times before. She just prepared her tape and asked me to put my arms out to the side again. That’s when it got weird.

Sure, it started off as it should have – facing me, Mum looped the tape around my back and around to my breasts again. She studied the numbers on the tape, then she started … I don’t know, caressing me? I just stared, paralysed with confusion as I watched and felt her hands squeezing my breasts, massaging them the way a lover would. She bit her bottom lip and just kept staring at my breasts. Now, I’ll admit, I did kind of enjoy the feeling of my breasts being massaged with such soft, warm hands but overwhelmingly I was so freaked out by the fact that they were my goddamn mother’s hands playing with me.

It took me a little while, but eventually I did react. “What are… Mum, what are you doing?!”

She blinked a few times, then stared at her hands in shock. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, Lauren, I don’t know what came over me.” I don’t know whether she realised it or not, but she was not letting go. “I’ve never done anything like this before, swear to God.” And I believed her; she was a lifelong Catholic woman, always went to church on a Sunday morning (thankfully, she stopped dragging me along when I was about 14).

I grabbed her hands in mine, finally freeing my breasts from my mother’s grip. “What was going through your head?!”

“I… I don’t know. I just saw them, so soft and firm, and I just had to feel them. I’m so sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“Um, it’d be good if we never mentioned this again; that’s really all I want at the moment. Oh, and you could make my dress extra nice?”

She looked so relieved. “Done and done, honey.”

In retrospect, what I did next was just stupid, based on what had just happened. I stepped forward and hugged Mum, trying to show her all was forgiven. She hugged me back, rubbing my back in a normal, maternal way. When I pulled away from her at the end of our hug, it all went wrong.

She looked into my eyes as I smiled at her, then my mother’s face came closer and closer to mine. Paralysed with the same shock as when she was groping my breasts, I could only stand and watch as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips into mine. What was she doing?! I was her freaking daughter. I’d never even looked at a woman sexually, and I have no doubt the same was true for her. Yet here she was, clasping my hands in her own, kissing me right on the mouth. Passionately. With her soft, red lips. No! Stop thinking bursa escort that way, Lauren, that’s so fucked up.

I wanted to run, I wanted to struggle, I wanted to push her off. But I was frozen in place, powerless to fight Mum’s sudden incestuous lesbian desires. Her first kiss lasted about 10 seconds before I finally snapped out of it, freed my hands from hers and tried to push her away. She was only a short, skinny woman, but she was damn hard to budge. “Mum, stop, this isn’t you, this isn’t right.”

“I’m sorry, Lauren. I just- I need you, and I don’t know why… When you stripped down, I was overcome. You’re so beautiful, so sweet, so loving. Everything a woman could want all in one cute package.”

“But I’m your daughter, for God’s sake. And we’re both straight! There’s no way anything is happening between us, Mum.” I started picking up my clothes from the floor.

When I looked up, Mum had taken off her dress; it sat in a crumpled pile at her bare feet. She was starting at me hungrily in her underwear (a plain purple t-shirt bra and black cotton briefs), thinking who knows how many perverted thoughts about me. She stepped towards me, and I took one defensive step back for each step she took forward. Unfortunately, my room is tiny, so after about 5 backward steps, my back was pressed against the wall again. Mum put her hands firmly on my hips, holding me in place.

“Just one more kiss, then I’ll let you go, okay honey?” I knew it was rhetorical, but still I answered her.

” No! Jesus Christ, Mum! What the fuck has gotten int-“

Just as I rounded my lips to make the “O” sound, Mum seized her chance and her lips were on mine again before I knew it. Red, moist, warm, so soft… Her lip gloss tasted faintly of strawberry flavouring. My mouth frozen open, her lips were also open, and she moaned softly into my mouth. Her head tilted, she closed her eyes, her long lashes lightly tickling my cheekbones as she did so. Her hands started rubbing my sides, up and down, brushing over the sides of my lacy purple mini briefs and up to my ribs. Without breaking her kiss, Mum shifted to my right slightly, grabbing my right breast with her left hand while her right hand slid down my ribs, over my flat stomach and down to my crotch. She started rubbing the front of my underwear with her hand, up and down the lacy synthetic fabric. I squirmed, but she pushed her mouth harder into mine, holding me in place with her head. She squeezed my breast hard for good measure.

I started making protesting sounds, almost whimpering in a way. I didn’t want any of this; all I wanted was a new, free, custom made dress for my good friend’s wedding. But Mum didn’t care; she just kept squeezing my breast, running her hand over my crotch, and holding me in place with her forceful kiss.

But then something changed in me; suddenly her rubbing my crotch actually started to feel… nice. My pussy started to tingle with warmth as my body started lubricating my pussy lips, getting wet from my mother’s touch. Her soft, red, strawberry flavoured lips began to provide a nice contrast to a man’s cracked, stubble-surrounded mouth. Her soft, warm hand on my left breast made me wish my right was getting the same kind of attention. Before I knew it, my moans of protest started to get longer, deeper, less urgent. I felt myself open my mouth to Mum, curious about her tongue despite my mind’s protests. I felt my hips start to move, my crotch rubbing back against Mum’s hand in rhythm. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around my mother, pulling her close to me.

I felt the skin of Mum’s warm, smooth, back under my fingertips as I started to explore her body. The sensation was rudely interrupted by the cool, synthetic material of her bra. Without a thought about what I was doing, I instinctively unhooked my mother’s bra clasp and resumed running my fingers over her back. Mum ran her hand up against the front of my panties for the last time; she pushed her fingers underneath my elastic waistband and the next thing I felt was Mum’s soft, warm fingers moving down through my neatly-trimmed pubic hair. She didn’t waste any more time; instinctively, she knew just where to find my clitoris and she started rubbing it between her index and middle fingers.

I broke our kiss and gasped with pleasure. “Ooooooh god,” I moaned into Mum’s ear. She responded by rubbing my clit faster and kissing my neck slowly. I stepped apart, spreading my legs to give my mother easier access to my clit. “Feels so good, Mum…” I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Why had I given in so easily to my mother’s uncharacteristic advances? Was it just that I found the feel of her hands and lips so different from the few guys I’d been with? Or was it something deeper? Six years later and I still can’t tell you. I sucked on my mother’s earlobe while she ran her fingers furiously back and forth over my clit. Mum still had her bra on, but it was loose enough that I could see that her full, beautiful C-cup breasts were dying to be free. I lifted her bra up and over my mother’s breasts and watched as they sprang out. Like mother like daughter, I now bursa escort bayan understood her earlier need to molest me – now that I was staring at her big, exposed boobs, I had an irresistible urge to grab them and squeeze them like my life depended on it. I’d seen them so many times before (as recently as the week before, in fact), but for some reason that day, instead of symbols of her nurturing past, Mum’s breasts became objects of desire. So soft and so warm, they gave in to my fingers just slightly while I squeezed Mum’s ample tits in both hands.

“Mmmmm… Just like that,” she moaned at my touch. I marvelled at how my mother’s breasts felt in my hands – just like mine, but slightly saggier, and noticeably larger. So yeah, I was a little jealous. I’d never wanted to even look at another woman’s breasts before, but now I couldn’t get enough of Mum’s boobs, jiggling and squeezing and caressing them, playing with the very nipples from which I’d drunk her milk for the first two years of my life. 20 years later, I never knew how much I’d missed Mum’s breasts. The feeling of her breasts in my hands, the feeling of her earlobe between my lips, the sound of her breathing so close to me, the sensation from her fingers rubbing my pussy was simply too much for me. Without warning, I felt a tidal wave of pleasure radiating out from my crotch, taking over my whole body. I released Mum’s earlobe from my mouth and moan-squealed into the room, my head thrown back so I was staring at the ceiling. I felt my fingers tighten around my mother’s breasts as I squeezed them as hard as I could without even realising it. My legs almost gave way as I spasmed with pleasure as wave after wave of my orgasmic force rocked my body. Then, slowly, the intense feeling faded and I had my mind back.

Without warning, I spun us around, pushing Mum against the wall. She hit her head against the wall, but apparently not hard enough to hurt. I grabbed at her bra and threw it to the floor. I locked my lips to hers and our tongues thrust in and out of each other’s mouth as they danced together. As I kissed my mother with as much force as she’d kissed me earlier, I frantically reached for the sides of her underpants and yanked them down her thighs. I broke our kiss without warning and, holding Mum in place with one hand on her stomach, I knelt down and pulled my mother’s panties down to her ankles, after which she lifted her left leg and stepped out of them. Without hesitation and without realising I had no idea how to give oral sex to a woman, I stared at her freshly-shaven pussy and stuck my tongue out, drawing closer and closer to the same vagina she’d pushed me and my two brothers through almost 20 years ago. I couldn’t help but admire how she, at 53, was still taking the time to maintain her pubic hair for my Dad. And, objectively speaking, she did actually have a really nice vagina for a woman who’d given birth to three kids. Her lips, now glistening in the golden afternoon sunlight of my room, were still tight and tidy and ever so inviting.

I accepted her moist invitation with a gusto, touching my tongue to her opening, kissing her pussy lips. God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe how weird-yet-amazing, how wrong-but-right it felt to be tasting her most intimate opening. When I slid my tongue into my mother’s salty-sweet opening, it felt like I was coming home again after being away for years. I slid my tongue further and further inside her, as far as I could, relishing the taste and smell of my mother’s beautiful, perfect, mature vaginal opening. Jesus, my own mother.

Mum clearly didn’t mind how it felt to have her daughter on her knees with my tongue inside her vagina, like I was paying tribute to a goddess.

“Oooooh fuck yes…” Mum cried. I’d never heard her swear before, so I knew I must’ve been doing okay. I slid my tongue in and out of her vagina like a poor substitute for a penis before I remembered that there was a much better way to give a woman pleasure with your tongue.

I withdrew my tongue from my mother’s delicious and wet opening and with both hands, I spread her pussy lips until I could see her clit, a tiny little pink button at the top of her ever-moistening slit. Like a moth to a flame, I wrapped my mouth around it, sucking my mother’s clitoris into my mouth. She squealed and jumped at the intensity, so I stopped sucking as hard. I loosened my lips’ grip on her clit and started running my tongue over it instead, left and right just like she’d run her fingers over my own clit. She moaned loudly, “Just like that, baby.” So I kept that up, flicking my tongue side-to-side over Mum’s clit. I breathed heavily through my nose as I stared up at my mother. She was staring off into space, her arms still up against the wall in the defensive position she’d gone into when I shoved her into place. “God yes, Lauren!” she cried.

My mouth, wide open while my tongue lapped at my mother’s clitoris, soon started to get hot with fatigue. I closed it a little and started licking Mum’s clit up and down instead. Much easier. Now reinvigorated, I licked faster and harder than I ever could sideways, escort bursa and Mum responded in kind. She started thrusting her hips, grinding her pussy in my face as I got her closer and closer to orgasm. By this point she was just saying “Oh” over and over in time with her hip thrusting. I started sucking her clit again, licking it while I held onto it tightly with my lips. Mum’s grinding got faster, so I sucked and licked harder.

It didn’t take much longer; about 30 seconds later, Mum cried out, squealing “Fuuuuuuck” at the top of her lungs, filling the empty house with the sound of her orgasm. She shuddered hard and repeatedly, grinding her pussy into my face as fast as her hips could move. All the while, I was smiling. Partly because I found Mum’s incredibly loud swearing hilarious, but mainly because I never even knew I’d be able to make another woman cum using only my mouth, let alone my own conservative mother. “That, oh God… That was so good, Lauren…” she panted once her orgasm had passed.

I leant back and wiped all of her juices from my mouth and chin. “You tasted great too, Mum,” I said as I felt my face go red. Did I really just tell my mother – the woman who’d raised me, given birth to me and my brothers, my best friend – that her vagina had tasted good?! Well… at least I wasn’t lying, I guess.

“I think I need to lie down, honey,” she said, trying to find the energy to walk to my bed. Soon, she was on her way, and I stood up, stripped out of my soaking panties, and followed her there.

We lay down on our sides together, facing each other as we started at each other’s naked body, really studying and admiring the other for the first time. I ran my fingers through her long, dark hair. “What have you done to me, Mum?”

“I could ask you the same thing, my beautiful daughter,” she sighed, then held a hand on my cheek and kissed me deeply. “There was just something so irresistible about the way you looked with your bra off, I can’t describe it.”

“Maybe I have magic boobs?” I joked, and she laughed. “Honestly though Mum, I don’t know what made us act that way, but… Oh god, I’m so glad it did.”

“Me too; sharing my body with my only daughter, exploring our sexuality together, embracing the gay feelings we didn’t even know we had for each other…” She trailed off as I slid my hand down her side, down the outside of her leg and back up, between her legs.

She pulled my face towards hers, and we both closed our eyes when our lips met, fully embracing the new level of our mother-daughter relationship we had reached. We adjusted our position slightly, sitting up a little in my bed to better do what we did next. As we kissed, Mum ran her hand down my side and across to my pussy again. Together, we lifted our legs in the air as I touched my mother’s pussy and she touched mine. I slid my index finger down her slit, coating myself in her sticky, clear, delicious juices, then down to the opening of her vagina, where I slid in effortlessly – much easier than when she had pushed me out of the same hole 20 years ago. I marvelled at the sensation of just how so hot and wet the inside of my mother felt. Mum quickly followed suit and coated her index and middle fingers in my own juices, her long nails ever so lightly scratching my lips as she did so. I moaned into her mouth as my mother’s two fingers quickly found my opening and slid inside me, spreading my tight pussy just a little bit.

After sliding my finger in and out of Mum’s pussy a couple of times, I knew I’d have to do more to give her pleasure; one finger is hardly enough to feel good to a woman who’s given birth naturally three times. My index finger still sliding in and out, I quickly lubricated my middle finger and ring finger with Mum’s pussy juices and inserted them into my mother’s pussy without missing a beat. One finger for each of her children. Now that was better; I could feel the inside edges of Mum’s pussy better, and she moaned her thanks into my mouth. She started fingerfucking me harder, and I easily matched her pace. There we were – mother and daughter, totally naked on my bed, locked in an unending, open-mouth incestuous kiss, using our fingers to fuck each other’s pussy, the three men in our family having no idea that we were home alone, pleasuring each other in such a completely unexpected, new and taboo manner.

I started thrusting my hips in time with Mum’s finger thrusts, and she likewise did the same. I could feel my breasts jiggling while my body was rocked by Mum’s furious fingers. My pleasure levels were kicked into overdrive when Mum positioned her thumb so that it would bump into my clit at the peak of each thrust. Not wanting to be selfish with that amount of sensation on offer, I moved my thumb into position, slamming it into Mum’s clit each time my three fingers were as deep inside her wonderful, mature pussy as they could go. She broke our kiss to cry out “Yes!” a few times, her eyes locked onto my face. I really, really wanted to just keep staring into her eyes as we fingerfucked each other, but her big, bouncing breasts in my peripheral vision just became too enticing to ignore. I stared down at Mum’s big, full boobs, bouncing in time with my hand as I fucked her. The hypnotic motion of her jiggling breasts was like a siren’s song to me, and I had no choice but to come to them.

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