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Chapter 3 – Caoimhe

It’s so cool that mommy’s letting me drive while she sleeps, but I haven’t gotten a single word out of her about where we’re going. Driving south and leaving Michigan behind, that’s all I know, but I want to know more. Like, where are we going?

There was no address on the brochure and I couldn’t find shit on the net. Is this place even real? How can something exist that’s not online? It doesn’t matter, since we’re going somewhere and I’m driving. I love driving and need to show her that I’m responsible enough to have my own car.

Mommy’s starting to wake and Michigan is hours behind us. I want to ask her again, but I’m also hungry and I see a place up ahead to get lunch. I can still taste that breakfast and wish I couldn’t. I need to brush my teeth, or at least gargle some mouthwash. Why does breakfast taste so good when I eat it, but not hours after?

I keep my eyes on the road as I ask her once again. “Where are we going, mommy?”

She lets out a yawn, but doesn’t answer my question. “Are you hungry, Caoimhe?”

I can’t believe she won’t call me Cammie, damn her. “Yes, mommy. Where are we going?”

I can feel her eyes on my face, but I don’t turn towards her, since I have to show her I’m a responsible driver. “Pull off at the next exit that has food. You need to take a break.”

I shake my head and keep my hands on the wheel right where they need to be. “I don’t need a break, mommy.”

I need to pee and I need to eat, but I don’t need to take a break from driving. I love the way the wheel feels in my hands. I have to watch my speed a little better. There, mommy, I slowed down. I hope you saw that. There’s no reason not to get me a car now. I’m an adult and want to do adult things, like get a job and go to parties. I’m lying to myself a little. It’s the parties.

Mommy’s hand is on my shoulder and it feels good as she says, “Yes, Caoimhe, you do. Your body’s not used to driving this long and you’re already going to be sore.”

I smile to show I feel fine and say, “I can drive all day, mommy.”

We pass a sign giving us the city limits and I turn on my signal. Did you see that, mommy? I start to slow as I exit and head for the diner, since that’s the closest place and I really need to pee. My bladder feels like it’s going to explode.

I continue to drive perfectly for mommy to see, even if I do want to drive right into the building. We stop and I make sure to turn off the car first. Did you see how I parked, mommy? I made sure there are no cars on either side of us and know I’m in the lines. Maybe not quite between them, but close enough.

I release my seatbelt and take the keys as I say, “I have to pee, mommy. I’ll see you inside.”

I don’t wait to hear her acknowledge anything as I rush inside and glad to find the place mostly empty. That means there’s no waiting to get into a stall. Why the hell didn’t I stop and pee at the rest stop about ten miles back? Fuck, this hurts.

I release my bladder while I try to think of some new means to get an answer from mommy. There has to be something I haven’t tried. Shit, mommy, just tell me already. I’m so fucking frustrated I want to scream, but I won’t. I can’t risk mommy changing her mind. She’ll do it, because mommy’s done it before.

I wash my hands and use the blower on the wall. I don’t like these things. Why can’t they make one that works? Shit, guess that’s what pants are for, but they need to invent something better. Give me the paper towels any day. At least they fucking work.

I leave the bathroom and see mommy sitting at a booth. I sit across from her and look at the menu. Fuck, I’m hungry and everything looks good, but I don’t want the whole damn menu. I just want something quick so I can get back to driving.

She looks up and says, “Give me the keys, Caoimhe.”

I let out a groan as I hand them over. “Yes, mommy. Where are we going?”

She gives me an odd grin that I haven’t seen before. “We’re going to eat and then I’m going to drive the rest of the way. Don’t look at me like that. We’re almost there.”

I pout my lips to show mommy I’m not happy, but she did say we’re almost there. What does that mean? Come on, mommy, give me something more than almost there. Shit, this is frustrating.

We both order something light, which makes me happy. I don’t want to be here any longer than needed. Let’s just get back on the road and let me get back to driving. You saw how I drove, mommy, and can’t say I’m not a good driver.

I devour the meal as quickly as I can without actually tasting anything and mommy’s getting the bill. It’s starting to get a little crowded and I’m glad she didn’t catch me driving a little fast. I don’t want mommy to see me park when it’s this busy. That’s why I need my own car, since I need to the practice.

Mommy gets up to use the bathroom and leaves me at the table. She always wants to make sure the waiter or waitress takes the tip. Too many thieves, at least according to mommy. I’m not about to argue with her, not right now. We’re ataşehir escort bayan almost there and I don’t want to ruin a fucking thing. What does almost there mean?

Mommy comes back to the table as the waitress picks up the cash, which includes a good tip. I guess she’s in a good mood, since that’s a lot more than she normally leaves. Is mommy nervous about something? I don’t know what it is, but there’s something there.

I try to take advantage of the situation as we walk back to the car and keep my eyes away from the lines that I was supposed to be between. “Is everything OK, mommy?”

She stops as we reach the car and looks into my eyes. “Everything’s fine, Caoimhe, why do you ask? And don’t roll your eyes at me.”

I wasn’t going to roll my eyes, even though I should. “You seem nervous. Maybe I should drive the rest of the way.” It can’t possibly go wrong.

Mommy lets out a soft laugh as if I’m joking, but I’m not and she fucking knows it. “No, Caoimhe, you need a break. Now get in the car and not another word.”

I get in and want to scream, but I don’t. I have to show her I’m not a little girl anymore. Maybe she’ll stop calling me that. I feel my eyes roll, but didn’t mean to. I don’t think mommy saw, since she didn’t say anything. Maybe she’s more nervous than I thought. Maybe that’s why she left the tip. It wasn’t happiness, but nervousness.

Mommy is really tense as she starts to drive and we leave another city behind. So much for short distance. Shit, mommy, just tell me where we’re going. I see mommy’s fingers tighten a little on the wheel as she turns off the freeway and stops at a gas station. We don’t need gas, but guess mommy’s being cautious. Maybe we’re going someplace that doesn’t have one close, which means we must really be close.

What’re daddy and Aunt Kayleigh going to do? They don’t like each other. They try to hide it from us, but we know. I don’t know why, but it’s true. They don’t even want to look at each other when we’re all in the same room. Maybe they’ll have it out and be done with it, whatever it is.

Mommy gets back into the car and we aren’t heading back to the freeway. Instead, mommy’s taking us in the other direction. There’s only one road as she drives into the woods. I want to ask again, but she needs to concentrate on the winding roads. Maybe this is why she took over.

I’ve never driven on a road like this before. There’s a lot of blind curves and I see mommy’s knuckles whiten a little. Mile after mile and still no sign of anything, not so much as a cabin. I’ve been in the woods plenty of times, but this is different. I hope we’re close, because I don’t like this road.

Mommy turns on her signal and we turn off the road onto a trail. This can’t be right, can it? I feel the bumps as the car struggles along and mommy isn’t stopping. I hope we don’t get stuck out here. This has to be why mommy’s so nervous. It’s a horrible road, not really a road, and I feel my ass hitting the seat. Talk about getting sore. Shit, this road sucks.

The car levels out as we find a real road and I lose my breath for a moment. In front of us are the same gates I saw in the brochure. I can’t see anything else, except a big wall on either side and more of these fucking trees. Mommy stops at a box before the gate and presses the button. She says something, but I missed it, and the gates open before us.

This can’t be real, can it? I see a few vehicles once we pull through and now I know why mommy’s nervous. They think I’m twenty-one and mommy’s afraid of getting caught lying to them. I’m ready to play along with mommy, if that’s what it takes. Why are there so many fucking trees. I hate trees.

I see a few people holding hands as they walk around, but something’s off about it. I can’t quite place it. Maybe it has to do with the age differences of most couples, but it’s something else. It’ll come to me. Right now, I have to get ready to lie for the sake of wine.

We’re pulling up to a building with several places to park, but no other cars. I wish I could drive to show mommy I can park, at least get practice parking. Mommy turns off the ignition and sits in the car. I can hear her breathing is different and she’s still nervous. I want to tell mommy that I’m OK with lying about my age.

Mommy turns to me and does her best to conceal the slight tremble in her voice. “Let’s go and bring your purse. We have to check in together.”

I get a little scared, since I don’t know if I can lie good enough to get the wine. I hope they don’t kick us out. I hold my purse in my hand and get out of the car in order to follow behind mommy.

Mommy opens the door to the building and a man with a stern look on his face is standing behind the desk. Now I’m really worried, since he doesn’t look like he can take a joke. Mommy guides me towards him and my fingers are trembling a little, just like hers.

His voice is guarded as he says. “IDs.”

No good morning, or is it afternoon. No smile to greet guests. What kind of place is this? escort kadıöy They must have some really good wine to go through all of this. I’ve had good wine plenty of times, but maybe this is even better than what I’ve been drinking at home.

Mommy places hers on the counter and I fumble to get mine out. My age is on there and I don’t know how we’re going to pull this off. Shit, he takes the card from my hand as he takes mommy’s from hers and there’s nothing gentle about him at all.

He holds them up and compares our faces, then sets them down on the counter. I guess he believes it’s us, but that doesn’t do me any good. Mommy said it was all taken care of, but she must have lied.

I hear typing on a keyboard that’s hidden from sight and he must be reporting us right now. My fingers tremble a little more as he looks up again. He’s looking at me, not mommy. Shit, we’re busted.

I hear something from behind the counter and fear the worst, but he pulls a couple of keys from beneath the counter and hands them to mommy. He tells us a number and gives us directions, but I miss it all. There’s still no smile on his face and it has to be about me. Maybe he doesn’t want to let me in, but he doesn’t have a choice.

We leave and mommy gets into the car just before I do. I know mommy just said something, but it was under her breath and I couldn’t make it out. If we got away with it, then why is mommy still nervous?

Mommy drives down the road and makes several turns as we disappear. There’s nothing but green out here and it’s not just the trees, but those fucking bushes. I haven’t seen anything that looks like civilization and this better not be a fucking tent. I hate tents.

Mommy turns down another road and I see a change of color. She pulls in front of an odd looking white house and I can’t see anything else around. I’ve never seen a house without windows before and wonder why we’ve stopped. We can’t be staying here, can we? Why is mommy stopped? At least it’s not a fucking tent.

Mommy turns off the ignition and hands me the keys she was given by the man that doesn’t like me. “Go open the door, Caoimhe. I’ll get the bags.”

I’m a little startled by all of this and can’t find any words, so I take the keys and get out of the car. I should offer to help with the bags, but this can’t be right. I slide the card in the slot and hear the click, which means I must be wrong. Shit, this place is so fucking weird.

There’s noise coming from the distance and I laugh as I recognize the sound. Those moans can only mean one thing and I laugh a little harder. Their not exactly close and I wonder just how loud they really are. I would have seen something if they were close, but it’s just the sound carrying in the air.

I open the door and hold it open for mommy as she brings the bags inside. I’m glad mommy handled packing for me, because I was too excited to even think of packing. I hope mommy got everything. It isn’t like we can just run out to a store to buy something.

I follow mommy inside and can sense her nervous state increasing. Then I forget all about that as I look around the room. There’s several bottles of wine and two glasses several feet in front of the door. This is how mommy’s getting around me being underage.

It’s almost all open and I can see a clear wall that looks like a reflection of water. I look away, because that can’t be what I think it is. I don’t see a TV or computer and there’s no place to even hook one up. There’s one bed and it has to be a mistake, since I can’t share a bed with mommy. That’s kind of gross. There’s another clear wall and I can see the shower through it, but the toilet’s behind some fogged up area. Why aren’t there any windows? Fuck it, there’s wine and I don’t need to know anything else.

Mommy’s voice brings me back to her. “How about some wine, unless you want to go for a swim first?”

Did I hear mommy right? “Swim?”

Mommy closes the door and guides me to the wall with the funny reflection and opens a door as I get a glimpse of the water. “We have a private pool.”

I love the water and mommy knows it. I don’t care about the bed. Our room actually has a pool and wine. Not one of those close to the room type of pools, but one that’s actually inside with us. I hope she packed my bathing suit.

I grin as I say, “Swimming, mommy, definitely swimming.”

She starts to undress in front of me as she says, “Good idea, Caoimhe. I know I can use a dip.”

I pull my eyes away from her and feel my face flush. “Mommy, where’s your bathing suit?”

Mommy laughs softly as she says, “No need. There’s no windows, so we don’t have to worry about anyone watching. You’re an adult now, Caoimhe, and this is what adults do.”

I don’t know what’s so funny. I can’t swim naked, not with mommy. That’s gross, but I do want to swim. Shit, why didn’t I check the bag? Because I didn’t think about it, so it’s my own fucking fault.

I feel my face flushing a little more as I say, “I don’t know, mommy.”

Mommy smiles as maltepe escort I avoid looking down. “It’s OK, Caoimhe, there’s plenty of time for swimming. How about some wine to help you relax.”

I smile back and say, “Sounds good, mommy.”

I notice mommy isn’t putting her clothes back on as we walk, but that’s OK. A little wine will help. Mommy’s pouring me a glass, but hers remains empty. Makes sense, since I’m the one with the red face. How can mommy be so calm about being naked in front of me.

I take a sip of red and love the flavors on my tongue. There’s nothing quite like it in the world and I soon find myself to be very relaxed. I’m no longer blushing, but my cheeks are still a little red from the wine. There’s that feeling that I love, that little bit of numbness and warmth.

Mommy smiles as she asks, “How about I give you a massage?”

I smile back and know just how good mommy’s massages feel. “Sounds good to me, mommy.”

Mommy’s tone changes a little. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and lay down in bed. I can’t give you a proper massage with your clothes on.”

It has to be the wine, but I don’t think anything of it. After all, mommy’s right. I’m an adult and this is what adults do. They don’t get massages with their clothes on, do they? Of course not.

I take another sip of wine to calm my nerves a little more. Why am I nervous? It’s just mommy and there’s no windows. I’m glad, since I wouldn’t want anyone to see this.

I take off my clothes and there’s a slight chill as I lay on the bed. Is that mommy’s eyes on my ass? Can’t be, just my imagination. I let out a sigh as her hands start to work my neck and shoulders. Mommy is so good at this. I know she’s staring, but it feels to good to have her stop.

Mommy’s hands are starting to work their way down my back and I let out a sigh as my tight muscles start to release themselves. Is that mommy’s lips on the back of my neck? Can’t be. I have to be imaging things. Mommy would never do that.

Mommy’s hands reach my ass and she’s not skipping over that part. Doesn’t matter, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Now that was a kiss on my back, but I don’t care. Kiss away, mommy, I trust you. I let out another sigh and don’t want her to stop. I’ve never had my ass massaged before and I like it.

The pressure changes from mommy’s hands and she’s no longer massaging my ass. Mommy is caressing my cheeks and it feels so good. I let out a soft moan as I feel mommy’s lips join her hands. Why the fuck am I moaning. It’s mommy, damn it, but it feels wonderful.

Mommy’s hands and lips start to work their way back up my body and it feels so good. Not as good as my ass, but sill good. Did I really just think that. It has to be the wine and I don’t give a fuck.

Mommy’s finger pulls a strand of hair to the side and whispers into my ear. “Do you want me to keep going, Caoimhe, or do you want to get in the pool?”

Mommy’s breath on my ear feels good and I want her to keep going. What the fuck’s wrong with me. This isn’t just the wine, damn it, it’s me.

I press myself up and say, “The pool, mommy, definitely the pool.”

I can feel mommy’s eyes on my ass, so why am I not trying to cover up my body? Fuck it. It’ll be OK once I get into the water. I’ll come back to my senses. I just need a little more time. Why am I dripping a little down my legs?

I get into the pool and hope mommy doesn’t want to join me. It feels good as I dip my toe in, a little warmer than I expected. I submerge my body and try to stay down as long as I can. I should have taken a deeper breath.

I pull my head out of the water and feel my hair stick to my back. Why are my nipples hard? I see mommy slowly getting in and my eyes are drawn to her body. Why the fuck can’t I look away from mommy’s shaved pussy? Curiosity, that’s all it is. I’ve never seen another woman naked before and I’m curious. Nothing wrong with that. I didn’t know she shaved herself there.

Mommy’s shaved pussy is submerged as she walks towards me and my eyes move to her tits. Not mommy’s tits. It’s her fucking nipples. How the fuck are they standing out like that.

Mommy brings her body close to mine as she asks, “Do you like my body?”

I want to say hell no, but I can’t. “Yes, mommy. What’s wrong with me?”

Mommy’s voice is reassuring. “Nothing’s wrong, Caoimhe.”

I shake my head and pull my eyes up. “Bullshit. I’m sick, aren’t I.”

Mommy’s smiles and I start to lose myself to her green eyes. “No more than me.”

That’s true. Mommy’s encouraging all of this. Fuck, she’s the one that started it. That doesn’t make me feel any better, because I’m still the one with these fucking thoughts.

Mommy’s smile fades as she says, “It looks like you need some time. I’m getting out and won’t come back in.”

Mommy turns and her ass appears above the water. Why are my eyes drawn there? I can no longer blame the wine for this. I’m completely sober and wish I weren’t. At least I’d have some fucking excuse.

Why am I following mommy out? I need some more wine, that’s why. Not to help me get over this, but to give me a little strength. I hate to admit it, but I really am a sick fuck. If I were a lesbian, or interested in girls at all, I could right it off to something else, but I’m not and have no excuse.

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Chapter 1

It was the summer I turned 18 when my life took a dramatic change. To say I was surprised, shocked and a little overwhelmed would be putting it mildly however I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. That summer, my love for my Grandmother transformed from care giver … to my teacher, my Goddess, my lover.

My name is Nicholas, but everyone just calls me Nicky. My mother Shannon gave birth to me at the ripe young age of 15. I never knew my father because of the simple fact that my mother never told anyone who he was. Not because he was some dirt bag or crap boyfriend, or an older married man or anything like that. It was just that my Mom didn’t think he was capable of being a father at his age; which was the same as Mom’s. Besides, she had more than enough love, fortitude and determination to raise me on her own. I never complained in the 10 short years I knew her because she was a great mom. She always had time for me no matter what was going on in her life. Whatever hardships she endured as a young, single teen mom, she never failed to let me know that I was loved and wanted. She was one of the strongest women I have ever known, though I couldn’t recognize that fact until I was much older.

Despite being a young teen mom, she determinedly finished high school and got her college degree in business and accounting. She had been working at a local CPA firm on large corporate accounts and was doing rather well for herself when the world came crashing down on us. She was diagnosed with bone cancer right before my 10th birthday. The cancer was aggressive and progressed faster than the doctors could treat, and she died within 6 months.

We had been living with my grandmother Rachael who was rather well off, primarily due to the inheritance from my Grandfather’s estate and a well-managed trust fund. It made sense for my mom and me to live with her. Not only did it allow my mom to not worry about rent, but my grandmother was also a ready and willing baby-sitter. In a sense, I had 2 mothers growing up, though Gran as I called her was careful not to overstep my mom’s authority and only offered advice and assistance and of course love. After my mom died, it was only natural that I remained with her and she assumed the role as my primary guardian. There weren’t any other close relatives, just some distant cousins thousands of miles away who showed little or no interest in us.

I say “primary guardian” because she never tried to take my mother’s place. She was always careful to make sure I understood that fact and in keeping the memory of my mother alive in the mind of a young boy. I was crushed, as any young boy who lost his mom would have been and Gran was there to hold me when I cried and comforted me when I was angry at the world. Many nights I slept in her bed sobbing uncontrollably and Gran would just hold me close to her, stroke my hair and tell me that everything is going to be okay and that she loved me. I didn’t find out until several years later that she had been in just as much pain as I was but held it in check, never letting me see her cry, choosing to keep her own grief private. I loved her more than I could express for that and our relationship was a special one. I didn’t realize it at the time just how special it would become.

Now don’t get me wrong, our life wasn’t all unicorns and roses. We had our ups and downs like any family does, especially during my early rebellious teen years. When I turned 13 I started skipping school, hanging out with the “Bad” boys and drank whatever alcohol we could get our hands on. Hell, I even tried weed from time to time but never really cared for it. Even that young, I liked to be in control and marijuana made me lose control. The sudden loss of my mother, which had been totally out of my control, made me feel helpless and I swore that I would never let destiny, or fate, or whatever you called it out of my own hands again. Even when I drank, I never drank so much that I wasn’t aware of my surroundings.

For 3 years I was ironically out of control. Not that I wasn’t aware of my own actions, but by the fact that I wasn’t going to allow anyone to tell me what I could do or not do. I was my own master; destiny was mine to make and no one or thing was going to change that fact. It nearly drove Gran frantic with worry and anger. She would always berate me about my actions, cry over me with worry, or try to find ways to channel my feelings towards more positive directions. I would just blow her off or something and say something stupid like “You just don’t understand me.” She never did hit me though. Even when I surely deserved it, she never spanked me, slapped me or used any type of corporal punishment. Which was why, when I was 15, I finally said the one thing that pushed her over her limit and she slapped my full on the face.

I was so shocked that I didn’t even feel the pain. Gran had been giving me a serious tongue lashing about coming home several hours after my curfew and a little escort ataşehir drunk. She was yelling at me and pointing her finger in my face. I had finally grown taller than Gran’s 5’7″ and was feeling my oats when I screamed the ultimate Faux Pax at her.

“Leave me alone, you’re not my Mom!”

The next thing I knew my head was ringing from her full arm slap. Shocked that she had actually hit me I just stood there dumbfounded and looked at her. Tears formed in her eyes at her own surprise and I will never forget the look of utter sadness as she ran to her bedroom. Instantly sober and knowing deep down that I royally fucked up I just stood there for a few minutes trying to gather my thoughts. I slowly went to her room and stood outside her door not knowing what to say as I heard powerful sobs coming from the other side. Reaching slowly to open the door I saw Gran lying on her bed and clutching something close to her chest as tears streamed down her face and her breasts were heaving from the crying. Guilt instantly overwhelmed me and I quickly went to her and grabbed her into the biggest hug I could manage saying,

“Gran don’t cry, I’m sorry…I’m SO sorry.”

She instantly wrapped her arms around me and gripped me tightly, nearly crushing me. It was then that I saw that what she had been clutching to her chest was a picture of my mother. As if struck by lightning, instant understanding crashed through my thick skull and I suddenly realized that Gran has been missing Mom just as much as I did but never let if show. She kept up a strong façade in front of me. Trying to comfort me through my own pain and anguish was more important to her than her own. Even after 5 years, the pain of loss was as fresh to us as if it happened yesterday. I had lost my mom by now I finally understood that Gran had lost a daughter. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, but I kept my pain quiet, choked in my own sobs as I stroked her hair and said that everything was going to be okay and that I loved her. We stayed like that for hours, finally falling into an exhausted sleep while holding on to each other for fear of loss.

She and I had a long talk the following morning over breakfast about what had happened the previous night. We talked about Mom a lot but also about what was going on in each other’s life. Not necessarily the big important issues, but little ones as well. It was like a dam opened inside of me and I suddenly realized that I had not just another mother, but also a friend I could confide in. Someone who would listen to me. Someone I could share my worries and doubts to. Someone I could receive comfort from and in turn, offer my own. Someone who could tell me I was being a jerk without hurting my feelings and I could tell her she was being silly, and she wouldn’t take offense. Gran became the most important person in my life and I suddenly feared that if I somehow lost her to, then the last thing I would remember was being a jerk towards her. That afternoon we visited my Mom’s grave and left a bouquet of roses propped against her headstone. For only the second time I could remember, she openly cried for her daughter as she rested her hand on Mom’s tombstone. I put my arm around her and cried myself. Our shared grief somehow eased our sorrow and both of us now knew that we weren’t alone. Gran finally stood up and looked at me with a smile then said,

“I’ll give you some time to be alone with her.” Then turned towards the car.

As Gran was heading back to the car I stayed behind looking at Mom’s headstone. The pain of loss came crashing on me again fresh as the day it happened but also realizing that I had someone to share it with and THAT made it a little more bearable. Right then and there I promised to Mom that I would straighten up my life, that I would take school more seriously but most importantly, that I would never, EVER, make Gran cry like that ever again.

Chapter 2

It was at my 18th birthday party when I started to look at my grandmother differently. I had invited a few friends over and since we were in our back-yard pool, swimsuits were the dress code of the day. After a lot of pleading, wheedling, and heartfelt promises that we would behave ourselves, my Gran had grudgingly allowed us to have a keg of beer at the party on the condition that she chaperoned and there were no major objections from the other parents. Needless to say, by late afternoon, there were a bunch of buzzed teenagers laying by the pool talking about everything under the sun. The guys talked mostly about the girls, and the girls…well we never really understood what they were talking about though whatever it was involved a lot of giggling and over the shoulder looks at us.

I was currently in a heated conversation with my best friend Tom, discussing the merits of Rebecca’s bikini vs the modest one piece that Sue was sporting. Rebecca was easily one of the hottest girls in school. Standing at 5’2″, 110 lbs, dirty kadıköy escort blond hair and sky-blue eyes. What I liked most about her however was that she had a rack of 36D tits that would make any guy drool as if Pavlov had rung the dinner bell. Her bikini top seemed one size too small and they always looked on the verge of spilling out. Whenever she moved all of us guys would sneak glances hoping beyond hope that one or both of them would finally spill out and give us the view of her tits that we were dying to see.

Sue on the other hand, was 5’5″, 105 lbs, red hair and hazel eyes. Her tits were the same size as Rebecca’s, unfortunately she kept them covered and more under control. I always felt that she was just as stunning as Rebecca but since she had blossomed late, she was still trying to deal with the fact that guys suddenly found her extremely hot and she was unsure how to deal with it. I think Rebecca was trying to get her out of her shell and to loosen up by bringing her to the party.

As Tom and I were talking, we occasionally glanced over at Rebecca and Sue, trying to get glimpses of their most intimate private parts, mainly Rebecca’s since her bikini afforded us the most hope that something would slip and reveal itself. Don’t judge…we were hormonally charged teenagers trying our very best to discover just what made the opposite sex tick. Trying to be nonchalant about it, Tom and I would sneak glances at the girls whenever we thought we couldn’t get caught. Little did I know that neither one of us was as sly as we thought because every time we turned away, we’d hear another round of giggles. During one of these secretive glances, I saw Rebecca looking directly at me with a small grin. She quickly turned away, whispered something to Sue then they both started giggling again. Rebecca and I had been friends since our freshman year, but I never thought anything about it, thinking that I was in the friend zone and that was okay. We had similar interests and got along well together. After that stare and grin however, I started wondering if there could be something more between us.

As I was daydreaming about the possibilities of hooking up with Rebecca, I heard a low wolf whistle from Tom’s cousin Jeff. Jeff was visiting from out of town and Tom was obligated to bring him to the party although he wasn’t technically invited. I didn’t mind though because Tom was my best friend and we would do anything for each other. We had each other’s back on more than one occasion.

I looked over at Jeff and saw that he was staring opened mouth with obvious lust in his eyes at someone behind us. Curiously I wondered which of the two girls he was lusting about when he whispered to us,

“Who is that hot lady?”

Tom glanced over my shoulder since my back was to the house and with a surprised look in his eyes replied,

“Dude, that’s Nicky’s grandmother you sick fuck.”

I couldn’t keep the surprise off my face and turned to look at Gran. She was coming out of the house carrying a tray of snacks for us and wearing a bright red bikini that in my opinion, showed too much body for a grandmother to show. I really had never considered Gran as a woman before, I mean…she was just Gran for Christ sakes. But after seeing the obvious appreciation in Jeff’s eyes, and being a sex starved boy which was just another term for virgin with a constant hard on, I actually paused to take another look.

Gran was 5’7″, maybe 115 lbs, with long straight black hair which she maintained with the help of Clairol number whatever. She had bright green eyes that always seemed to twinkle. She had a golden tan that complemented a toned and slender body that she religiously maintained with work outs at the gym 4 days a week. Her skin was flawless, not a blemish anywhere and appeared smooth as silk. Her heart shaped butt was toned and firm with no apparent sagginess I would have expected on a 52-year-old woman. Likewise, her breasts appeared to be just as firm and were about the size of large oranges sticking straight out from her chest. I later found out by sneaking into the laundry and finding her bra one day that they were 36C’s. Watching her walking toward us I couldn’t help but notice that they had a wonderful bounce to them. To my knowledge she never had surgery, so she must have been all natural. Most importantly she had a walk that, even when barefoot as she was right know, could only be described as a sashaying strut that was seductive as hell. I don’t think she did it intentionally, it was just natural to her. As far back as I can remember she walked that way and was only just now realizing that it was sexy as hell. Her feet were well manicured, and her toe nails painted red to match her bikini. She had a beautiful smile that would make the sun itself dim a little every time she flashed it. Despite her age, she looked and acted 10 to 15 years younger.

As I was watching her my mind flashed back over the years and I suddenly realized that Gran had always maltepe escort bayan dressed to impress. Sometimes sexy and sometimes demurely. Her dresses were always shiny and smooth either silk, satin or other similar material. Shirts and blouses were loose and seemed to dip dangerously down to her breasts with just a suggestion about the treasured valley within. Hell, now that I think on it, I remember a few times when I saw flashes of her bras as she would bend over for one chore or another. Thigh high stockings and garters were her preference rather than full panty hose. How do I know about her hosiery preference you ask? I’m sure you remember me mentioning that I raided the laundry to see her bra size. It’s only a logically step to check everything else now wouldn’t you agree? I even discovered that the panties she wore were small lacy things that barely covered her ass and pussy much like the bikini she now wore.

PUSSY?. What the hell am I thinking. This is Gran. I shouldn’t be thinking about her pussy … but even as that guilty thought entered my mind I suddenly wondered if she shaved, trimmed or was “Au Naturale”. Oh hell I thought. I quickly shook my head trying to get the thoughts from my mind as she neared us and bent down to offer us some of the snacks she made saying

“Eat up boys, I made these especially for you.”

Bending over like that I couldn’t help but look at the cleavage the bikini made of her breasts and instantly I started to feel my manhood on the rise. I risked a glance down trying to tell if she was indeed shaved or not and my eyes widened in surprise because I could see a hint of her pussy lips in a slight camel toe, suggesting not much hair. I turned redder than a tomato and, trying to hide my growing erection from Tom, Jeff and especially Gran, I jumped up and dove into the pool to try and cool off in more ways than just one. Gran just looked at me with a quizzical look on her face, one eyebrow slightly cocked up. As I looked back, trying to keep my eyes on anything other than her tits, and let’s face it, they were tits now not just breasts, I saw her mouth twitch up in a smile as she tried to keep a straight face for my sake. I waited until she had left to serve the girls and my dick got itself under control before exiting the pool and returning to my friends. Tom looked at me with a shit ass eating grin on his face, instantly aware of where my thoughts had been. Jeff was still ogling Gran so when I punched him in the gut to get his attention off her, he looked sheepishly at me and just shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Sorry man.”

We soon got back to discussing the girls, but my mind wasn’t in to it as I had been before. For some reason I kept watching out for Gran and when she did occasionally check up on us, I couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like naked.

Chapter 3

In the months that followed I slowly began to realize that Gran was one sexy lady. I had thought I was being clever and covert about the way I was spying on her but soon I realized that she was fully aware of what I was doing. Not only was she aware but she seemed flattered that I was paying more attention to her and obviously found her to be very attractive. She started to wear clothes that showed off a little more skin or would be a little flashier. Her skirts were always above the knees and whenever she bent over or sat down, the tops of her lacey stockings were just visible, teasing me with just a mere glimpse. While doing chores around the house she seemed to brush by me more and more often. Our house wasn’t small, and I found it odd, and at the same time sexually enticing, that she seemed to be rubbing her body against mine as if by accident. At the breakfast table she started wearing only a silk robe loosely tied in the front clearly showing off the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see the inside swell of her tits and every time she would bend slightly, I had to catch myself from bending with her on the off chance I might see her nipples, which I could tell were small, budding things that stuck out through the silk robe. My eyes seemed to develop a permanent strain as I tried taking side long glances hoping for a glimpse inside.

She became more and more touchy feely. Touching my arms when asking for something or putting her hands on my neck thanking me for doing a chore as she kissed my cheek. When coming home from whatever she was doing that day, she would greet me with hugs, pressing her body against mine and kissing me softly on the cheek. I of course would get an instant erection as I felt her breasts crush into me, her nipples poking me, and I was terrified that she would feel it against her body. If she ever did, she never let on about it. After a while I would look forward to these greetings and even tried rubbing myself against her ever so slightly, trying to make each hug last just a little longer.

She would never change out of her clothes, only remove her shoes and walked around in her stockings. I quickly developed a stocking fetish and would find myself staring at them, imagining running my hands up and down her legs. Hell I even volunteered to give her foot massages whenever she complained about sore feet just to get my hands on her stocking clad legs.

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With Apologies to Chekhov…

Derek was not the type who usually fell asleep at the beach. It was a clothing-optional beach and he was just too self-conscious. But on this Saturday morning, sunning his slender backside on a faded pink bath towel as the tide moved in, he must’ve dozed off.

Because when the thickish liquid substance, whatever the hell it was, rained down on his bare ass and lower back, it startled him. Startled him out of an instantly evanescent dream—a sex dream that evaporated with consciousness like a water droplet on a hot skillet. Derek’s first thought was: seagull. A fucking seagull gliding by overhead. One of many. Bombs away! Then, as his sixth sense began to inform him he was not alone, he decided it must have been suntan lotion. White globs of it squeezed from a plastic bottle by some prankster. One of the Saturday morning regulars who, like Derek, haunted the thin strip of sand at this end of the beach. The gay end.

Derek’s face was pointing the wrong way. South. The man casting his shadow on him was standing to his north. Derek rose up slightly from the waist and twisted his head around. Shielded his eyes. The man wasn’t holding a bottle of Coppertone, however; he was holding a still-engorged cock of generous proportions, its peek-a-boo head glossy with freshly ejaculated semen. Christ!

“Sorry,” the stranger said, sounding like he’d just run over Derek’s dog. “I just couldn’t help myself. Your body’s so young and sexy and all, and you were lying here so…”

So what? Vulnerable?

In one athletic motion the man reached to his ankles and pulled his Speedo back up, tying the knot. A stain darkening the French-blue front. Then he turned and walked away. East. Toward the gently lapping bay waves. Others were advancing however, their feet kicking up dry sand. “Hey can we get in on this?” “That was hot!” “You know that guy?”

Derek wanted to roll over but he didn’t want to get the stranger’s cum on his ragged towel. So, in an equally athletic youthful motion, he rolled into a sitting position in the ataşehir escort bayan sand, at towel’s edge. Put his sunglasses on. Wrapped his arms around his knees.

“Never seen him before,” Derek replied, the cum now running down his backside to the sand.

“He just walked up and shot his load on you?”

“Something like that. I fell asleep.”

The three guys standing between Derek and his badly needed saltwater bath were all regulars, though he knew not one of their names. All were naked and two of the three had or were getting, with the aid of a laconic hand, hard-ons. Derek, minding his own business after a long morning swim, had abruptly become the beach’s small focus of erotic attention.

Derek’s mother was also looking down at him. She too was naked. Her belly hollow and her tits small. A vertical scar running out of her triangle of light-brown pubic hair nearly to her navel. Compared to her three male companions her body was pale, very pale. She was pretty. Young and pretty. Lips painted.

Derek was embarrassed on two fronts. One, he didn’t want his mother to see the cum running down his back; two, he didn’t want her to realize the sight of her, naked like this, was giving him an erection. There was a wide, striped necktie lying between his legs on the towel (he was back on the towel now). Best he could, Derek tried to hide his passion with the wide end of the necktie. The kind his mom always used to buy for him to give his dad for Christmas. The stripes were red. On a French-blue background. It felt good against his cock. Silky. Sensual. Under different circumstances Derek might have rubbed it against his hard-on. Under different circumstances he might have inserted his erection up tie’s hollow V-end and masturbated into it, much like the beach stranger had just done on his back.

Derek was sitting in a park now, on the grass. This was doubly embarrassing. He was sitting stark naked in a public park. He could be arrested for indecent exposure! His mother was dressed. For church it looked like. escort kadıöy At a distance, downhill from where Derek sat, surrounded by amorphous bronzes, globs of public sculpture, his dad was advancing. In his khaki navy uniform. His mother’s arms crossed under those small tits. She wasn’t saying anything but she wore that look.

Why are you naked, young man?

Why is your towel pink? (Derek was back on the towel again.)

Is that sperm? Another man’s sperm? Why is it dripping from your chin? Running down your chest?

Where’s the son I used to know?

Who were those men just now? They were…indecent!

Derek is running toward the lapping bay waves, to wash his body clean, but something is holding him back. It is as if a short bungee cord has been attached to his waist and one of the beach regulars—some jokester—heels dug in and arms extended, is holding him back. From reaching his salty goal. While others—gay men naked or in Speedos—point and laugh at the spectacle.

“Fuck you!” Derek shouts.

“Is that a promise?” one of them.

“Nice mouth, boy!” another.

A lifeguard looks down at the running-in-place Derek from a very tall tower (red-striped like the necktie): “Hey! We don’t allow that kind of language on this beach! Want to get banned?”

“So ban me! You think I give a shit about this fucked-up beach?”

“That’s it! I’m calling the Coast Guard!”

Derek panics. He may’ve just committed a federal offense. He wonders if his frozen status extends to retreating from the waves? Can he turn around and hightail it out of here? To his Schwinn? Like a jet propelled off an aircraft carrier? Beat the red-and-white chopper before it lands?

The stranger—or a new stranger—is scrubbing Derek’s backside. He’s very kind. He keeps apologizing for the mess he made. They’re in a condo, an upper floor. Very affluent. The shower is open. Has no doors or walls or glass. It’s like a public shower at the beach except that the back wall is tiled. No, it’s dark-grey slate. Must’ve cost a fortune, maltepe escort this bathroom. Derek’s generous host is having problems. Getting rid of his telltale cum. Apparently it has adorned Derek’s backside for so long it has turned to glue. A sticky, persistent, Gorilla Glue-like substance. Or pearls. Pearly growths. He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs. Harshly.

“Sorry.”

The man keeps saying he’s sorry. Some kind of opera aria is looping in the background. Puccini did he say? Sorry, sorry, sorry…

The man pushes Derek forward against the tile—the slate. It’s coarse, sharp-edged. Derek’s wet, naked body pressed against it. The man penetrates Derek. Says he’s sorry, can’t help himself. He fucks Derek, he cums.

“If I cum inside you I don’t have to clean it off, do I?” he rationalizes.

“No.” It makes sense, Derek has to admit.

“This is how it used to be in the navy,” his father says, his uniform soaking wet, his zipper open, flagging cock out. Short. Thick.

“Really?”

“Except the showers were salt-water. You’ll see, when you join up.”

“I’m in prison, dad. I mean college! I’m not going into the military. If I can help it.”

“You’ll be drafted then. The army. Fodder. Better to be on a ship…” He went on to say something about fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes survival time on an aircraft carrier in the event of nuclear—

The bathroom was tilting. A sinking ship. Torpedos. Something. Abandon…!

Derek dove into the rocky shallows. To applause. The regulars proud of him. He’d had a little surprise adventure on the beach, the sand, and now he was…What’s the term? Immersing himself? Baptism?

No, that’s not it. Puccini was blasting through speakers on the beach. [aria] The lifeguard standing, fake-conducting in his red-striped tower. Put a Speedo on, asshole!

Derek rose. Ascended. Surfaced. Wiped his mouth. Of drool or cum, one. Salt. Foam.

He stood. The gentle waves lapping below his knees. Low tide. His naked peers at lap’s grey edge laughing, pointing, applauding. Stroking themselves.

“That seagull nailed your ass, boy!”

“Direct hit!”

“I think it had it in for you!”

“Good thing it wasn’t an enemy drone…!”

Fucking seagull.

Baptism’s not the term for it, Derek’s cleansing immersion. The term is—

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*All characters are fictional and 18+.

Hi I’m Sam and this was the best night of my life. I’m just an average 18 year old high school kid. I’m not to tall, a little over 5’7″. I have blonde hair and dark blue eyes, just like my mom. My mom is gorgeous for her age. She is almost 40 years old, and looks amazing. She has curves in all the right places and the perfect breast. They are medium size D and don’t sag. She has an ass that deserves to be spanked. As you can tell, I like her.

I have had so many sexual fantasies about her while pleasuring myself. Constant dreams of her blowing me while rubbing herself. I couldn’t take those thoughts anymore so I had to try and seduce her. My mom has been divorced for about 3 years now, and she is “unsatisfied”. As you have been able to guess she hasn’t had any sort of actual sex. I can still hear the sound of orgasmic moans coming from her room. It causes me to have to relieve my self. I have always wondered what she thinks about when she masturbates.

Could it possibly be me. She always gives me looks like she wants me, but I doubt it. The thought of my own mother having sexual thoughts about me causes me to stiffen up. It was a warm summer day and I was in my room just doing some research of things. I couldn’t hear anything downstairs so I got up and looked out my window, which was facing the backyard, and I saw the most amazing thing. My mom was lying on a chair in the smallest bikini in the world. I instantly got hard ataşehir escort bayan but kept staring. She looked up and I quickly moved out of the way hoping she didn’t see me staring.

A few minutes later and I heard the backdoor open and my mom walk in. She called for my name and this is when I knew I was in trouble. My heart was racing and I was scared of what she was going to do. I reached the bottom of the stairs of started slowly walking to the kitchen. When I reached the kitchen my mom was standing against the counter in her bikini. My face turned red and asked what she needed. She came up to me and gave me a hug. It wasn’t a normal I love you hug this one was different. Me and my mom are about the same height so when she hugged me she spread her legs slightly. This allowed my quickly growing dick to push against her pussy.

I heard a slight moan escape her lips which I don’t think she noticed. Then she lets me go and told me that she wanted me to stay home today. Also that she misses spending time with me since I have grown up so fast. I told her I would stay home and we would do what ever she wanted. That’s when she gave me a naughty giggle and walked away shaking her ass. I thought she had something up her sleeve and I found out I was right. It was late at night and me and my was watching a horror movie.

There was a pop up and my mother screamed and jumped on to my lap. She looked at me and then did something I never expected. She gave me escort kadıöy a kiss on the lips, but it wasn’t an ordinary kiss. Her tongued slid its way into my mouth and I quickly followed. She asked me to follow her so I did. We reached her bedroom and she took off her clothes. They were the most amazing pair of breast I have ever seen. She told me that she has always fantasized about me. So I told her I did too. With that I grabbed her and we fell on the bed. We were kissing and grinding on each other as pleasure rushed through our veins.

She told me she was kinky and liked to be tied down and forced to do things. So I ripped her shorts and underwear off revealing a landing strip leading to a beautiful pussy. She told me to look in the top drawer of her dresser so I did. I found two pairs of handcuffs I knew exactly what to do with them. I put the cuffs around her wrists and ankles then worked my way down her body. I quickly reached her pussy and started flicking my tongue on her clit. Moans escaped my mom’s mouth as she bucked her hips slowly. Then I inserted fingers into her and she quickly picked up speed. She gasped and then started shaking so I knew she came. I sucked up my moms juices and swallowed them.

I told her to suck my cock and she did just that. It was amazing, it was a feeling that couldn’t even be described. Her tongue slid over every spot on my shaft and head sending shivers down my spine. I told her to stop and then flipped her over and pulled maltepe escort her ass in the air. She told me to take her and make her my bitch. I quickly started thrusting my cock in her listening to her moan over and over again. She shook again and this time I could feel her pussy squeeze my cock as she came again. I decided to try something that I have always wanted to do since I had such a juicy ass in my face. I sucked my thumb and then slid it into my moms’s ass. She screamed with pleasure and told me I just did her favorite thing.

She asked me to take the cuffs off so I did. She pushed me hard backwards and told me that I was going to get a treat. She started sucking my cock faster and faster as I moaned. Then she stopped and stood over me then lowered her self. She grabbed my cock and positioned it and slowly started sitting down. It didn’t feel like her pussy, and that’s when I realized that I was about to be in her ass. The head of my cock popped in her ass and she clawed my chest and moaned then started gently bouncing.

She slid farther and farther down till she reached the base and started screaming and shaking again. She came just by riding my cock while it was in her ass. I stuck my thumb under her clit and started rubbing as she rocked back and forth. She continuously came then she fell off breathing heavy. I grabbed her and bent her over and put my cock back in her ass. I started pounding her ass as she moaned. I got close and told her then pulled out and she started sucking my cock. I shot rope after rope of cum down her throat as she swallowed it all.

We lied down and cuddled, and she told me next time it’s going to be in her.

THE END

*Please tell me what you think all comments and advice is welcomed.

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Author’s note: All participants are 18 and up.

*****

The queen had gone to her son then, afterward in his quarters, admonishing him for defying the king, and in public no less! Patiently, he had listened, not once interrupting, even when she held him tight, whispering in his ear, the heat of his anger still coursing through his young body, his skin hot to the touch, his heart thumping against hers.

“Oh my sweet sweet boy, how I love thee so,” she’d crooned, stroking his long black hair, smelling deeply of his masculine scent (for at eighteen he was fast becoming a man) and holding on for dear life, knowing soon there would be an end to the holding of his lithe young body in her arms and crooning to him so, for he would be a man soon and off to battle he would go, and when he would return or if he did (No! Ye gods protect him!, she prayed) she knew not.

Tenderly, cupping his chin in her palms, she looked deeply into his eyes, hard icy mirrors of her own, and asked, “Why anger thy father so, did thou not know he would hit thee?”

“Aye, I did and he does… as he pleases,” the prince answered escort ataşehir indifferently.

“And what of it? No one defies the king, not even his own sons.”

“It matters not who defies him, he’s the king and I am not.”

“Why speak in riddles? Say what you mean.”

“Mother, when I am king, any who dare defy me would be lucky to get away with a cuff in the mouth, be they kin or no.”

She paused, surprised at the vehemence in his voice. “Thou art a hard one my son.”

“And thou art soft mother, the softest and sweetest of all.” Crushing her to him, he buried his face in her neck, sighing deeply, knowing too that this time of sweet soft kisses and hugs from mother would soon pass into the bygone days of his boyhood. Slowly, softly, his firm young lips parted, and achingly, longingly, he kissed the tender hollow of her throat, her pulse humming gently against his lips.

“OOHHH!” The queen jerked, the sudden cold wet tip of the prince’s tongue delving deeply into the hollow of her throat sending a shock wave down her spine. “Ahhh-ohhh… son… oh my sweet strong strapping kadıköy escort son, what art thou doing?” She squeezed him tighter, closing her eyes, lost in the shivering sensation of his fleshy wet tongue as it pushed and probed into the soft silky hollow of her throat.

“Mother… oh motherrr… oooh… how I love thee so…” He suckled at the hollow, his tongue softly fluttering in time with the fluttering of her pulse against his lips. Roughly, possessively, his callused palms began kneading her buttocks through the thin material of her dress.

“Aaah… son-oooh… you must not…” She panted, the soft skin of her butt cheeks prickling against the rough feel of his fingers, as the coarse little bumps of the calluses rubbed and rasped through the material of her dress.

Gently, he began nibbling at the soft satiny skin of her throat, his teeth softly nipping, briefly gripping, slowly sucking then releasing.

“Uhhh,” she grunted, instinctively grinding her pelvis against his, the hard ridge of his swollen manhood insistently poking between her thighs. Moaning loudly now, her tongue maltepe escort bayan lolled out, her fingers cupping the firm cheeks of his buttocks under his tunic, frantically gripping, kneading, squeezing, sliding up and down the smooth downy slopes.

“OOOH!” He yelped, her finger suddenly sliding into the dark cleft between his buttocks, causing him to surge forward, the purple tip slipping free from his loincloth.

“Nooo… oooh my son… please-aaahhh… we mu-must-oooaaahhhh…” And suddenly, his tongue was on her nipple, licking and lathering at the pert little nub, which twitched in his mouth as he suckled at the delicious silky flesh. Ye godddss! Never had she felt so wanton, not even on her wedding night, the flames of desire driving all thoughts from her mind, making her dizzy as she swayed woozily on her feet. Every nerve ending in her body contracted to the point of her breast, his suckling lips sending electric jolts radiating through her chest. Putting her hands through the loops, she let the dress fall to her waist, completely exposing luscious ivory soft skin from navel to neck. Hands clawing at his hair, she jutted her chest, mashing the creamy mound into his face, her tongue frenziedly licking her lips, in time with his frantic, flicking tongue as it lathered at her nipple, the squishy wet sounds of his lips suckling and suckling-OOOHHH!

to be continued.

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Authors advisory.

This is a follow on to the story I published a short while ago titled My Best Friend’s Dad.

It would be advisable to read that first, but if you do not wish to this should stand alone as a stirring erotic tale.

Both stories incidentally are true.

*

Sammi had dressed carefully. She wasn’t absolutely sure what she had in mind. After all, she had never seduced anyone before, but the possibility of seducing her best friend Sara’s dad was buzzing round her brain as she showered, did her hair then chose the clothing she was to wear to go to the divorced Mark’s house.

She was wearing a crisp, white cotton, button up the front blouse. It wasn’t tucked into the waist band of the blue denim, micro skirt that ended some nine inches above her knees. Having left the top three and bottom two buttons undone, she knew full well just how much flesh she was showing both above the blouse around her breasts and beneath the hem around her waist and tummy button. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, but had thrown on a long, mid-thigh length grey woollen cardigan that she wore undone..

She had a sort of plan, but deep down she didn’t expect to see it through. In the back of her mind was the idea of seducing him; well not physically doing that by grabbing his cock or anything like that. In her mind, it was more make herself so sexually appealing that he wouldn’t be able to resist her. Part of her felt that he fancied her. She had seen the look in his eyes that she’d seen with other boys and the one older man she’d been with. But she wasn’t sure, you never can be with men she thought. Mark might well fancy her and might imagine having sex with her, but would he take the risk? Would he try to fuck an eighteen year old, close friend of his daughter who knew his wife and many of his friends? There was a lot at risk. And on top of that he could well have a strong resolve, high morals in that area and maybe a distaste of fucking eighteen year old kids? But she was determined to put herself in the position to test him, although she didn’t feel she could make the first move, girls just don’t do that do they, at least not with a man old enough to be her father.

“I am sorry to do this Mark” she said as they stood opposite each other in the kitchen.

Mark felt so nervous. Other than fleeting moments when Sara had left room, he and Sammi had not been alone together.

“What’s the problem Sammi?” He asked as she slid the cardigan off and dropped it on a chair.

“They are rowing something terrible again.”

“Oh dear, I’m sorry” Mark said feeling giddy at seeing all the bare flesh.

In the flip flops and with the micro skirt her tanned legs seemed to go on for ever. He could see a slash of flesh round her waist, more on her chest and above her boobs where the blouse gaped and on her arms from the elbows down. Her golden, blonde hair looked perfect settling down onto the white cotton covering her shoulders and as she looked at Mark her blue eyes seemed to bore into him.

“Thanks Mark I just had to get away from him” Sammi said softly looking at where the zip on the top of the track suit was undone showing his thatch of dark but greying hairs on his chest. He was clearly not wearing anything under the top and that made Sammi wonder immediately if he was wearing anything under the trousers. The idea made her tingle. ‘Maybe I’ll find out soon’ she thought imagining sliding her hands down the front and finding his cock.

“By the way would you like a drink?”

“May I have wine like you have?”

He poured her a glass and walked her into the lounge.

“Can I get you anything to eat, perhaps some cheese and biscuits?”

“Mmm that would be lovely” Sammi said plopping down on the sofa where she had been fucked by Bill.

That made her think whether she would get to be fucked again on it smiling as the saying ‘lightning not striking twice in the same place crossed her mind’ as she added. “I haven’t eaten all day” looking at Mark’s new Microsoft Surface on the arm of the sofa.

Fixing the small meal in the kitchen, Mark could feel his cock hardening at the thought of being alone with Sammi. He doubted that anything would happen and deep down he probably didn’t want anything to happen as the repercussions could be truly awful. What he couldn’t make his mind up on was whether he would be able to resist the temptation if it was offered!

Rearranging his rampant cock and thanking his lucky stars that the tracky trousers were loose he carried the tray with the platter of cheese, plates, knives, biscuits, and grapes into the lounge. ‘Oh fuck’ he thought seeing Sammi sitting in the corner of the sofa. The front of the cotton blouse was gaping showing a deep cleavage and hinting strongly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. With her feet tucked up beneath her the stupidly, but wildly excitingly short skirt was almost up round her waist. Knowing that he was being ‘older man stupid’ that made him wonder whether she was wearing panties As escort ataşehir he placed the tray on the table he had to bend down and his eyes were at a level and angle where almost, but not quite they could confirm whether she was or not.

I’ll just get the wine he said returning to the kitchen almost in a hot sweat. ‘How the hell am I going to see this out without trying to fuck her?’ He asked himself picking up the bottle of Shiraz and two glasses. Back in the lounge he went to sit in a chair the other side of a coffee table to Sammi when he saw his Surface on the arm near her. Realising in a panic that he had left it on xhamster he unthinkingly leaned across the table and past Sammi to reach for it. Sammi seeing him leaning forward momentarily thought he was going to kiss her. She sat upright, which pushed her little tits up ready to receive his hands and mouth, but then saw that he was reaching for the tablet. ‘Bollocks’ she thought saying.

“Here let me” as she picked it up causing it to come out of migration. They both saw the image on the screen of pictures advertising a dozen or so porn videos. ‘So that’s how he gets his rocks off is it?’ She thought handing it to him. Sammi couldn’t help smiling at the guilty expression on his face, but admired his coolness when he also smiled and said.

“All in the pursuit of research you understand” he said taking the incriminating little computer.

“Of course” she smiled back.

They ate and drank in silence for a few minutes. Both were on tenterhooks and were looking for signs from the other. Signs that they might or signs that they wouldn’t. But of course none came and even if they had it was unlikely either would have had the confidence to accept them, just yet!

Mark was trying surreptitiously to look up Sammi’s skirt or down her top and was imagining himself undoing the remaining few buttons on her blouse or yanking her skirt up round her hips. At the same time she was still fantasising about sliding her hand inside his track trousers and grabbing his cock, the outline of which she thought she had seen as he leaned across the table. ‘He’s got a stiffy’ she thought, her pulse racing at the idea at what she had done to this so much older man.

“So you were saying about home.”

“Yes it’s got awful” she said looking very crestfallen.

“I don’t want to pry Sammi, but in what way?” Mark said feeling hugely sorry for her.

“That’s ok Mark” she replied looking at Mark and seeing the concern on his face. “They really row pretty much all the time, it’s getting violent.”

“What physically?”

“No violent wasn’t the correct word, perhaps aggressively. I don’t think he hits her, but they both get drunk and all hell breaks loose.”

“I see.”

“Do you Mark? I don’t think so, you and Eleanor were never like that” Sammi said mentioning Mark’s ex-wife who she had known since she and Sara started school.

“No that’s true.”

“But they are” Sammi went on as she felt the tears welling up. “And it then gets worse.”

“Oh Sammi please don’t” Mark said getting up and walking round the table. “I hate to see you like this. What is it?”

“I feel ashamed as if it’s my fault.”

“What is?”

“No Mark I can’t” she said feeling very upset, but also hugely excited as he sat beside her on the sofa.

Not thinking of the sexual connotations, he put his hand on her shoulder. The feel of his fingers through the thin cotton was like an electric shock to Sammi. ‘I don’t want your bloody hand there Mark I want it on my tits’ she thought slightly pressing back against Mark’s hand.

“Please tell me to mind my own business love, if you want” Mark said revelling in the feel of his daughter’s friend’s shoulder under his hand. He looked down and his gaze went inside the slightly gaping front of her blouse. He could see most of one breast almost to the nipple. His erection that had subsided as they had talked ‘reared its ugly head’ again. He so badly wanted to push his hand down her shirt and grab her little tit that he surprised himself when he didn’t do that.

“No it’s ok” Sammi said quietly looking at him and wondering whether that was lust in his eyes. “Ask whatever.”

“How does it get worse?”

Sammi had been half dreading, but half wanting this to be asked.

“He tries it on with me?”

“What sexually?”

“Yes.”

“Oh shit and with Jan there?”

“Not right there, but yes in the house. I lock my door every night in case he comes in.”

“Has he tried?”

“Yes a couple of times he has come into my room when mum was downstairs.”

“And did anything happen?”

“No, but I feel terrible and dirty and ashamed. That’s why I now always lock it when I am changing or having a shower and always at night.”

“I’m so sorry” Mark said without thinking slipping his arm round her shoulders and cuddling her to him.

Her shoulder was squashed against his chest and the outside of their upper legs were pressed together. His hand was wrapped kadıköy escort round her upper arm, his fingertips almost, but not quite touching against the side of her breast. They both felt the tension of the heightened sexual atmosphere. His face was in her golden hair, she rested her head against his broad chest and neither spoke or did anything for a few moments.

‘Will he go further now?’ Sammi asked herself feeling safe and secure, yet highly aroused being in his strong arms. ‘Oh God I so want him to’ she mused adding as an afterthought. ‘I think.’

‘She’s showing no resistance’ Mark thought wondering if he should try something. She felt so small and vulnerable, but also so extremely desirable.

He could hardly believe how much he was lusting after an eighteen year old kid and couldn’t work out and was too worried to try to find out if she was looking at him and being in his arms as her best friend’s dad or as a potential lover? He hoped for the latter, but suspected the former was in her mind.

“Did anything happen today?” Mark asked loving the feel of her head against his chest and her leg on his.

“Yes, he tried to kiss me, he was pissed. That’s what made him do it.”

“I don’t think he would need to be pissed to want to do that Sammi” Mark said gallantly, yet thoughtlessly.

“No Mark?” Sammi whispered raising her face and looking into his eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment or two. It was as if they were like two boxers sparring with each other or like track cyclists hovering on the spot waiting for the other to make the first move.

“It was really bad this time, I think he’d taken some coke as well, they both snort it” she said in a whisper as she rested her hand on his leg just above his knee. It felt good and it sent a shockwave through his entire body.

His cock was rearing up his stomach unfettered by underwear inside his loose, tracky trousers.

“What a bastard he is, it must be so scary for you.”

“It is, may I stay here the night please Mark?”

‘Oh fucking hell’ Mark thought. ‘Her and me in the same house alone all night.’

His mind went into overdrive as he tried to work out his response. Bollocks why wasn’t Sara here? He knew he couldn’t send her home, but how the fuck could he sleep in the same house as her without trying something and probably making a fool of himself?

‘He’s going to say no, the bastard’ she thought. Then feeling excited wondered whether he was scared of being alone with her.

Mark tried hard to stop the inevitable, but by so doing just created other problems. Just as he had when he had opened the door he copped out.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Sammi.”

“Why not Mark?”

‘Oh bollocks why reply like that, why put me on the spot? He thought.

“Well er, um you know” he fumbled around trying to find a reasonable excuse.

Sammi saw the opportunity, her chance to put herself in the position where she was sort of showing out without being too obvious. A position where she could in a way indicate that she was up for it without being too overt. Looking up and staring right into his eyes she let that enigmatic smile creep onto her lips as she said.

“You can lock your door Mark, I promise to behave myself.”

That made him smile and broke the tension a little.

“That’s considerate of you Sammi” he said then again without thinking things through he added. “But then you always lock your door don’t you?”

“Not when I am here Mark” she said quietly her chin still resting on his chest.

Again neither said anything for a while. During the pregnant silence, they continued to stare at each other with Mark’s left arm round her shoulders his hand holding her left arm a short way down from her shoulder. Sammi’s slim body was turned so that her right shoulder was pressed against Mark’s chest just beneath his rib cage, her left hand was still resting on his left leg, but was now a little way up it. Her face was only a few inches from where the folds of the track trousers were still hiding his full erection. Where Sammi’s body was turned the thin cotton of her white blouse was stretched. It was more open at the top and Mark could see where the uppermost button was stretching the buttonhole; he could also see almost all of the side of one her little tits. Incongruously he found himself hoping that the cotton on the button wasn’t too strong and that the pressure would break it! No such luck of course he smiled in his mind, but not on his face.

‘Kiss me, kiss me you fucking idiot’ Sammi said to herself thinking it has to be up to him to start something, although oddly she knew that if she was with a boy she would willingly ‘take the bull by the horns’ and kiss him.

‘I’ll do it, she wants it’ Mark was thinking, but feeling shit scared in case he had read this wrong.

Alarm bells were ringing in each of their heads as the intense surges of excitement roared through their bodies. Something had to give.

“Well maltepe escort bayan neither of us will have to lock our doors tonight will we Sammi?” Mark said indicating that she could stay the night.

“You mean I can stay then?”

“Of course you can.”

After all the time they had both been having sexual thoughts about each other and thinking how, and whether they would dare try to initiate some sexual action it happened so easily.

“Thank you Mark” Sammi said turning so that the top half of her small body was facing his. She wriggled herself upwards going to kiss him on the cheek.

As she did that so he bent forward to receive the peck and put his right arm out to hold her shoulder. Due to her movement he missed that and instead just as her lips grazed his cheek his hand slid between the side of her body and her left arm, the palm of his hand slid alongside the side of her boob and rested there. At the same time, Sammi placed her left hand on his chest with her lower arm in a straight line downwards so that, completely by accident her elbow pressed against his erection. It took a moment of something like suspended animation for what they were both feeling to sink in.

‘Fuck he’s like a rock; Sammi thought as Mark gasped at the feelings on his hand from the softness of the side of her breast. In different ways and with different phrases rushing through their heads they were both thinking ‘who will blink first?’

‘Jesus she knows I’ve got a hard on, will that faze her?’ He was asking himself as her elbow moved away from his cock. ‘Was that a rejection, did she find a man over twenty five years her senior getting an erection because of her distasteful or perverted even?’ He asked himself half expecting her to stand up.

It didn’t come to that. Although her arm moved away Mark left his hand right where it was trapped between her arm and the side of her boob. Cleverly, though really fortuitously, he left it for her to make the decision. He was touching her very intimately, but in a way that if she didn’t want that then he hadn’t made an overt movement like grabbing hold of her tits or arse or kissing her full on the mouth! If he had got it wrong she could simply move her body, his hand would come away from her boob and everything could be assumed to be an accident and no face would be lost by either of them. Sammi realised that as well. Although very inexperienced when compared to Mark, she had been around enough boys to know that a hand touching a girl’s tits was no accident, well the touching may have been, but the leaving it there most certainly wasn’t. She recognised that the ‘ball was now firmly in her court.’ She knew she could easily wiggle her body and move it. Equally, she knew that just as easily she could make an overt gesture like dropping her hand on the lump of his erection that was now quite evident in his pants. She still wasn’t sure enough, though, that what Mark was doing was a clear sign that he wanted to go further and for her to start cock grabbing.

Looking up at him she said very softly. “You do realise what your hand is touching don’t you Mark?”

“Yes Sammi” he croaked thinking that he had blown it and that she was going to tell him to remove it.

The ‘yes Sammi’ thrilled her. She knew that it was one of the last pieces in the seduction jigsaw puzzle. A barrier had been crossed as they each had acknowledged, not only the intimacy of his touch, but also that it was an overt action. In fact, it was an intent on his part to leave it there and an acceptance from her for it to be there. He was showing clearly that he wanted to feel her breast and she was demonstrating equally clearly that she wanted him to do that.

Sammi’s heart seemed to beat so fast and her pulses raced as the realisation that at last, after all these weeks she was very near to going further with her friend’s dad. Mark’s excitement also increased enormously when his mind accepted that her not moving and her simple question of asking if he realised what his hand was touching were as good as absolute signs of her acceptance of his vague initiation; his request to be at least intimate with her had been accepted.

Looking right into his eyes Sammi took hold of Mark’s wrist. ‘Oh fuck I got it wrong’ he inwardly groaned as she pulled it out from between her arm and body. The look of disappointment on his face made her smile. It also bolstered her confidence and adventurousness for she knew that they had reached that point, which happens with all ‘seductions’ where the woman takes control. The man may be leading, dominating and believing he is the seducer, but in reality once his cock is hard he starts thinking with that and not his brain, whereas the female usually still has control of both her body and her mind and thus him.

She moved her hand so she was holding the back of his hand and not his wrist. Still staring at him with that engagingly sexy smile on her beautiful lips she pulled his hand and said in whisper. “Then you had better touch it properly hadn’t you Mark” as she placed his hand right on her left tit and squeezed.

“Oh God Sammi” Mark groaned as so much of what he had fantasised for weeks seemed to be coming true. The feel of her unfettered breast in his hand sent shudders of desire and sexual pleasure through him.

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Glen had two Grandmothers like most people. Grandmother Marie Pullins, his father’s mother, was 75, morbidly obese and had to use a cane to help get around. She rarely got out of the house much except to go to church or socialize with her friends once a week or so. She wore her hair in a short, no nonsense, minimal care style and favored sack type dresses since they were easy to get on and, more importantly, easy to lift up when those sudden urges to pee came along. She had health problems, diabetes being chief among them, but was not yet on insulin and also had high blood pressure and somewhat reduced kidney function. But despite her health problems she always had a big plate of at least three kinds of fresh baked cookies when Glen and his father Mike and mother Karen came to visit. She was the typical model grandmother that could be found around the world in any culture.

Glen’s other Grandmother, Sandra Davis, was the complete opposite of Grandmother Marie. Sandra had given birth to Glen’s mother at the age of eighteen whereas his father was the youngest of three brothers and Marie had him when she was well into her thirties. Since Karen had Glen when she was twenty and Glen was now eighteen Grandmother Sandra was a relatively young fifty-six but she would not tolerate being called Grandma, Nana or any other names associated with her ranking in the family tree so Glen called her Sandra. It seemed a bit weird but that’s how it was.

Sandra was also the opposite of Marie in her appearance and lifestyle. She had worked in commercial and high end residential real estate in Las Vegas for many years and was very successful at it making her quite wealthy. She had an active social life and frequently flew to domestic and foreign destinations to set up deals or sometimes just to have fun. She had no health problems of which Glen was aware other than a bit of a smoker’s cough during cold weather.

But it was her face and body that turned heads the most. Sandra had beautiful features with nary a visible wrinkle and wore her makeup tastefully. Although people suspected it, she had never had plastic surgery of any kind. She possessed a trim yet curvy figure and long blonde hair, artificially lightened of course, that reached to her chest.

And what a chest it was.

The woman had a set of tits that were absolutely astounding. She was a DD cup for sure and likely measured in the 35-36 inch range. There was no hiding them and she had been stared at and had lewd comments made to her for her entire life. But she learned to use her fearsome breasts to her advantage over the years. Depending on the occasion she would either mostly cover them or show just the right amount of cleavage, which ever style was appropriate for the occasion, business or pleasure.

Glen really didn’t notice them much until he hit puberty after which he had to make a real effort not to blatantly stare at them. She was his Grandmother after all. This meant that when Glen and his parents visited her at her somewhat modest ranch house in Vegas he had to spend a lot of time in her pool or with a big towel bundled up on his crotch. When Sandra came to visit it meant pillows in his lap in the guise of something to prop his arms on. Sometimes he just gave up and went to his room so no one would see the boner he had from looking at his Grandmother’ tits. Glen’s mom, Karen, was no slouch in the boob department either sporting a nice set of C cups but they didn’t have the same effect on men and boys as Sandra’s awesome rack. And in a few minutes Sandra was going to arrive right here at Glen’s house.

Sandra was going to stay for a week or so not so much for a visit but because Grandmother Marie had fallen and fractured her hip a month or so ago. The surgery to repair it had gone well but she needed some time in a rehab facility to regain her strength before she could be sent home. She was going to be released in two days and his parents were going to drive up tomorrow and stay with her until they were sure she could get around at least enough to take care of herself. While Glen was eighteen and could manage on her own his parents felt like an adult in the house would be a good idea. Not that Glen would throw a huge party or drink all the booze in the house. He was a good kid but his parents knew that he would be bored to death at Marie’s house and so arranged for Sandra to come and stay with him.

Glen sat in a rocker and drank some iced tea on the front porch waiting for his mom and Grandmother to arrive. Karen had gone to pick Sandra up at the airport a couple of hours ago and had sent him a text that they were on the way home. He had not seen Sandra in almost a year and he wondered how she looked and, more important, what she would be wearing. Glen leaned his head back and dozed for a bit enjoying the warm summer breeze. He was in a tank top and gym shorts, his usual summer attire, a bit sweaty from the heat. His mother honked her car’s horn as she escort ataşehir pulled into the driveway startling Glen awake. He stood up and walked down the stairs to greet them. His mom got out of the car first, the trunk lid opening as she closed the car door.

“Come on and get this luggage, Glen,” said his mother.

Glen went around to the trunk to get the bags only to be stopped in his tracks by Sandra.

“Oh my God look at you!” she squealed as she grabbed him and pulled him in for a big hug. “You’re taller than your Dad I bet!”

Not quite since Glen’s Dad, Mike was 6’4″ but at 6’1″ and a solid 190lbs Glen had definitely matured a bit since Sandra last saw him. He returned her hug lightly feeling her tits compress against his chest. She wore a light blue pantsuit made of thin material and a loose yellow top that showed just a touch of cleavage but couldn’t hide the volume.

“It’s good to see you too,” said Glen as Sandra gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. The two separated and Glen reached in for her luggage. There was one large and one small suitcase and he pulled them out of the trunk with ease then carried them up the stairs. He stopped and waited on the porch as his mother and Grandmother caught up to him.

“Just take them up to the guest room,” said Karen.

Glen took both bags and carried them upstairs and put them in the middle of the floor of the guest room them went back down. His Mom was in the kitchen but he didn’t see Sandra.

“She’s on the porch having a smoke. I wouldn’t let her smoke in the car on the way here,” said his Mom.

Since Karen had just stopped smoking herself 3 years ago Glen knew she was adamant about not having anyone smoke around her so he went out on the porch and sat on the rail across from Sandra. She sat in the same rocker he had been in when they arrived. She held her hand holding the cigarette up as her elbow sat on the arm rest and leaned back in the chair, her face looking up at him. While Glen didn’t really care for girls that smoked somehow Sandra made it look so sexy as she took a puff then blew the smoke towards the ceiling. Keep looking at her face, Glen told himself, keep looking at her face.

“So how did football and wrestling go this year?” she asked as Glen struggled to keep eye contact.

“Ah, football, not so good. We were 4 and 6 and our coach got fired. Wrestling was better. We went 7 and 3 in dual meets and 4 guys went to the state tournament but no one except Jordy got past the second round. Jordy placed 3rd in the state. I missed going to state by one win.”

“Well that’s great for you. Are you going to try and wrestle in college?”

“I don’t think so. Those guys are all older and most of them are former state champs. But my friend Jordy did get a partial scholarship though.”

“I remember Jordy. Nice boy.”

She wouldn’t say that if she knew how much Jordy obsessed over her boobs and would likely be here bright and early to ogle her unabashedly.

“Do you have any plans for the week or anywhere you want to go?” she asked.

“Not really. Besides Dad has a list of chores he wants done so that’ll keep me busy.”

A loud whirring noise came from the inside of the house. Sandra’s face lit up.

“Margaritas!” she exclaimed as she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray then got up and headed inside. Glen followed her in and, sure enough, his mom had a pitcher full of margaritas, glasses and salt ready.

“Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee!” said Sandra as she picked up the nearest glass.

“Oh you’re horrible,” said Karen as she filled Sandra’s glass.

“This is my first drink all week I’ll have you know.”

“Oh.” Karen shrugged her shoulders and poured herself one. Judging by the two half gallon jugs of tequila and bottles of margarita mix it was likely going to be a long night for the adults in the house.

Glen heard the front door opening and closing and a moment later his father came in the kitchen, a 12 back of favorite beer tucked under his arm.

“There she is!” he said loudly as he quickly stepped towards Sandra and gathered her up in his meaty arms. Mike built soundstages for a living along with doing some local video shoots and his jobs required a lot of heavy lifting. He was broad and muscular and Sandra had to tiptoe to get her arms around his neck as his father gently lifted her off the ground.

“Great to see you. How was your trip?” he asked as he set her down.

“Oh I slept most of the way. It was fine,” she replied.

“Good thing you got some rest. Let’s get this show started, “Mike said as he tore a beer out of the 12 pack and popped the top.

“I’m going to go up to my room,” said Glen.

“Ok. We’ll call you when dinner is ready,” said Karen.

Glen went upstairs and found his phone. He checked his messages and found 3 from Jordy.

Is she there yet? How does she look? Is she still hot?

Glen sent his reply. “You’re a horndog. Come by tomorrow morning and kadıköy escort see for yourself. Not before 10.”

In a moment his phone beeped. “I’ll be there.” The reply followed by an emoji of a panting dog.

Glen put his phone on the charger and stretched out on his bed. The ceiling fan was on and he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the cool air flowing around him. He dozed for a while and woke up with a jolt after his father roughly knocked on his bedroom door calling him to supper. His parents and Grandmother had obviously been knocking back the beer and margaritas judging by their loud laughter over story after story of days gone by. After a great meal of burgers, hot dogs and chips the grownups retired to the warm evening air out on the deck and Glen went back up to his room. He played on his phone for a while deciding not to go online. He was tired and soon fell asleep.

He woke up sometime later and decided to take a shower. It was quiet in the house so he figured everyone else had gone to sleep. He took off his shirt and headed for the bathroom down the hall. The doors to his parent’s bedroom and the guest room were closed so he quietly made his way to the bathroom. As he reached for the doorknob it suddenly opened.

“Oh,” Sandra squeaked, not expecting to see anyone there. Glen froze in his tracks as well. Sandra was wearing a light, gauzy robe that was open in the front. Underneath she wore a white satin nightgown that, mercifully, was not see-through. However the shiny fabric clung tightly to her skin and he could clearly see the outline of her tits down to the bumps around her nipples. Glen was so stunned he stared directly at Sandra’s huge tits without even realizing it. After a few awkward seconds he looked up, feeling the heat of embarrassment coming off his face. She made no move to close her robe or otherwise cover herself.

“Ooops,” she said cheerfully. “Traffic jam.”

Glen shook his head, bringing him out of his fixation and Sandra’s bosom and stepped to the side allowing her to pass. “Sorry,” he mumbled as she walked by.

“See you in the morning,” she said as she walked down the hall. Glen watched her curvy body and round ass swish and sway until she went into her room.

He quickly went into the bathroom, shucked off his shorts and turned only the cold water on. Then he took a deep breath and stepped into the shower.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as the frigid water washed over him eliminating any thoughts inappropriate thoughts he had.

The next morning he got up and put on another clean set of clothes. He walked down the stairs and heard knocking as he reached the bottom. He veered over to the front door and saw Jordy’s face peaking over the glass at the top of the door. Glen glanced over at a clock; 10:00 on the nose.

Glen opened the door putting his finger up to his lips in the universal “quiet” sign. Jody walked in looking all around the living room but seeing only furniture.

“I think she’s still asleep,” said Glen.

Jordy shrugged his shoulders. “Where we going today?”

“Nowhere. I’ve got yard work to do. Want to stick around and help?”

“No way dude. I’m going to head to the park and hang out.”

“You’re a great friend, you know.”

“Glen? Are you up?” called Sandra from the deck.

Jordy’s face lit up as he bolted towards the back door only to be yanked back by Glen.

“Man, settle down okay,” admonished Glen.

“Okay, okay,” said Jordy as he motioned for Glen to lead the way.

The two friends walked out onto the back deck to see Sandra lounging in a deck chair wearing a red bikini that seemed to have had minimal fabric involved in its making. Her magnificent tits strained against the skinny straps that held up the top. Her legs were stretched out with her right one bent at the knee a bit. Her entire body glistened from the sunscreen she had applied because while she liked to lay in the sun she had a light complexion and didn’t want to suffer any damage from sunburn. She smiled as she removed her sunglasses and greeted the two boys.

“Sleep well?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Glen answered. “You remember my friend Jordy?”

“Of course,” she said cheerfully. “How are you dear?”

“I’m fine Miss Sandra. How are you doing?” he finally stammered.

“Oh it’s just Sandra, please. What do you two have planned today?”

“I’m going to get started on the yard work. Jordy is …”

“I’m going to help Glen out in the yard,” Jordy interrupted as he put an arm around Glen’s back, giving him a little pat on the shoulder.

“Aww, I’m sure he appreciates that. I tell you what you two get started and I’ll get going on some lunch in a little bit.”

“Sounds good. C’mon Jordy.” Glen started down the stairs to the back yard giving Jordy a little tug to get him to come along.

“Nice to see you again Miss Sandra,” said Jordy as he followed Glen.

The two walked back to the toolshed where Glen opened the door and handed Jordi a maltepe escort bayan rake. “Start raking under the hedges. Watch out for snakes.”

Jordy was still looking up at the deck as he took the rake then walked over to the nearest hedge and began raking. Glen took out a set of hedge trimmers and began lopping off errant branches from the hedges a bit farther away.

After a couple of hours the hedges were looking well-trimmed, the ground beneath them clear of debris and everything had been bagged and ready to take to the dump. The two boys had sweated through their clothes because of their landscaping efforts. They were hot and thirsty and ready for a break.

“Lunchtime!” Sandra called from the deck. Glen and Jordy walked over and climbed the stairs up to the deck. They went inside and immediately moaned a sigh of relief as the cool air conditioned breeze blew around them. The table had pitchers of water and iced tea on it along with a platter full of sandwiches and finger vegetables in the center. They sat down and looked across the kitchen where Sandra had her back to them as she took some sherbet out of the freezer

The bottom of the red bikini was a thong.

Jordy’s hand flew up to his mouth and he sunk his teeth into the webbing between his thumb and index finger as his eyes flew open wide. Glen shifted his chair so he was looking at least partly away from Sandra’s incredible ass. Goddammit! He thought as he grabbed a piece of celery of the platter and chomped into it. Jory grabbed a sandwich and bit into it, sparing his hand for a moment. Sandra breezily slinked over to the table with the sherbet and some bowls and spoons and sat down where she could see both of the boys.

“Wow!” she said. “You two have certainly been working hard. Just look at you.”

Both the boys were dirty and wet from sweat for sure and they glanced at one another as if to confirm Sandra’s assessment.

“That’s enough work for today. You both go clean up and go somewhere and relax after lunch. I insist,” she said as she took a swallow of her tea. She had minimal make-up on and was still absolutely gorgeous but even so the two boys were hard pressed not to stare at her still glistening tits as they seemed to test the very limits of her bikini top.

“Dad said…” began Glen.

“Don’t worry about that. Finish lunch and go have some fun.”

The three made easy conversation as they ate with the boys eating nearly everything Sandra had prepared. Glen and Jordy emptied both the pitcher of tea and water as they replenished their dehydrated body’s fluids. Sandra excused herself to go outside for a smoke leaving Jordy and Glen at the table. Jordy turned and looked at her ass as she went out the door.

“Dude your Grandma is a total MILF,”

Glen looked directly at Jordy and shoved him on the shoulder. “Don’t say that man.”

“Come on dude. Even you see it. She is hot!”

“I said don’t say things like that. She’s my Grandmother.” Glen said a bit more forcefully as he shoved Jordy a bit harder.

“But she looks like a mature porn star, man.”

“Porn star?” said Sandra as she stood in the doorway. She had come back in to get her lighter and the boys had not noticed. “Who told you that?”

“Oh shit,” said Jordy.

All was quiet for a few awkward moments until Jordy finally spoke. “I’m sorry Miss Sandra. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m really sorry.”

Sandra walked over to Jordy who hung his head in shame and embarrassment and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it Jordi. I’m not ashamed of it. It was just a different time in my life that’s all,” she said as he sat down.

“Wait, what?” said Glen. “What do you mean?”

Sandra paused for a moment. “Ooops. I guess I let the cat out of the bag. You didn’t know about that I guess.”

“You actually were in porn movies?” said Jordy his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

“You really did that?” exclaimed Glen.

“Okay I did. Not for long but I did. It was relatively easy money and I made enough to get me started in the real estate business then I quit.”

“Holy shit!” said Jordy.

“Do mom and dad know?” asked Glen.

“They do but we don’t talk about it. Not because I regret it or anything but because it’s in the past and really doesn’t affect our relationship.”

“Holy…crap!” said Glen not wanting to use foul language in front of his Grandmother.

“But here’s the thing. Before either of you run to a computer and try to find me on some porn site you need to know I didn’t use my real name so Googling Sandra Davis won’t lead to any videos of me.”

Both of the boys were quiet since they each thought of doing exactly that.

“But I’ll make a deal with you two. Get this house and yard looking pristine and Glen, I’ll tell what my screen name was. You can share it if you want. It’ll be up to you. But until then, Jordy,” she said more firmly as she looked directly at Jordy’s face. “If word of this deal gets out no one gets to know what name I used. You understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” Said Jordy.

“Okay you two get cleaned up and enjoy the rest of the day.” That said Sandra got up and began clearing the dishes. Without a word the two stunned young men got up and helped.

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I am Dev a well-educated man well settled in life with my own business. I am very good looking and have always loved women and the women who have known me have reciprocated in return. I am well built and keep in shape with regular Jogs and exercising. I have brown hair cut short and light brown eyes to match.

Well here’s how the story goes of my affair with Gunjan. I met her on one of my trips to Tavern a pub in Bombay. I was waiting for a friend to show up. Seated at the bar sipping a glass of good whisky I let my eyes wander when I noticed her. She was a very beautiful lady tall about 5 ft 9 to my six-ft. She was big and very well endowed. Gunjan had a nice glowing skin, which was that perfect shade of tan. Her hair was straight and silky and cascaded to fall seductively on her shoulders. I caught her stealing glances towards me. She was seated at one of the tables with what I presumed to be her husband. Her guy was a handsome man tall and well built but seemed to have had a drink too many.

I took a general trip to the loo and on returning found my place at the bar taken. I took my glass in hand and scanned the floor for a place to sit. Gunjan’s table had a seat empty and I really wanted to take this chance and go up and introduce myself. At the same time our eyes met and I noticed a flush rise up in her cheeks expecting the inevitable. I walked up and asked her husband if I could take the seat. He was too sozzled to care and Gunjan really wanted me to sit down. She had quite a boring time with a drunk Guy next to her and really wanted to talk with someone. She introduced herself and her husband as Ajoy. We continued talking with her husband throwing in gibberish or two. He continued dunking one drink after another while we chatted on about a lot of things.

At about 10.30 Ajoy had had enough and slouched on his chair put his head on the table and went into deep sleep. His snoring caught on snickering glances from others around and Gunjan was really embarrassed. She asked me if I could help her put her husband into a taxi. I volunteered to drop them home in my car; I wanted to be with this lady as much as I could. She accepted without protest and I guessed that she also wanted to spend some more time with me. We had a couple of waiters help me almost carry her husband to my car. We tipped the waiters and asked the valet to park Ajoys car, which Gunjan told him that she, would make Ajoy take back the next day.

We sat in the car. Ajoy sleeping on the back seat, me driving and the exotic Gunjan sitting next to me. Th drive from Colaba to Hiranandani at Powai where they stayed was a long one but I enjoyed every moment of her company. She told me that Ajoy was a shippy and been out of a job for well over & months. He had taken to drinking and seemed to have almost lost the will to fight out of it and get a new job.

We reached her building she lived on the 11th floor. I offered to help take her husband home. We put our arms below his shoulders and took him to the elevator. We reached her flat and she opened the door with her keys. We put Ajoy to bed and as I was about to leave she asked me if I would like some coffee. I said I wouldn’t mind a drink if she had any. She said that was exactly what she wanted to offer but had thought that it was quite late and maybe I would like to go home. I told her that there was no way I would let go of a chance to spend some more time with such a beautiful girl. She got out two wonderful crystal glasses and a bottle of Chivas.

We went over to her balcony a lovely large semicircular one with a very beautiful marble table at the center with lovely cushioned low chairs beside them. She poured out the pegs and we both took large swigs off them. I moved over to the railing turning my back to the cool night outside and took a nice look at her. She was standing looking at me with her glass in her hand, she looked beautiful. She was wearing a bright yellow tight t shirt which ended right over her ice blue stretch jeans with buttons on her fly with a blue thick soled Adidas canvas sneakers on her feet. Her boobs were big and very firm and stretched the fabric defiantly. She had a very nice rounded arse with long not very slim but very shapely legs.

She was naturally big but very well shaped and you could make out there was not an ounce of fat on her body. She stared on with her wonderful black eyes. Slowly she moved over towards me took my glass from my hand and put it on the table. She moved in close put her hands on my chest and told me that she wanted me to kiss her. I put my hands behind her back and pulled her close and planted my lips on her luscious mouth.

We locked in a close embrace with her tits resting on my chest as a leaned back on the railing. Her mouth was very sweet and I probed in further with my tongue. She responded and we both started playing with our tongues. It was a long and very passionate kiss and she slowly moved on to unbutton my shirt. She placed her face on my chest escort ataşehir nestling it in the hair. Gunjan mover her head and slowly started licking my nipples. She was getting quite wild now and though all lights were off in neighboring flats any one who cared to stay awake would have a great sight today. She suddenly moved off and closed the lights in her drawing room. Put on Enigma on her music system closed the door to the bedroom where Ajoy was sleeping. And walked back into the balcony.

She told me that she wanted me to make love to her in the open. Gunjan told me that her dearest fantasy was to get fucked by her husband and another handsome man together. Now that her hubby was stoned she at least wanted to have the other half of it. Saying this she kneeled in front of me an almost tore off my belt button and zip. She pulled my undies down and released my excited dick, which sprang free and slapped on her face. She held my cock with her hand and proceeded to lick the sides of my hard throbbing dick. Here I was standing in this wonderful place with every thing open to the world while this lusty goddess mouthed my prick.

She pushed the fore skin of my dick back to expose the large dark pink head. She looked at it lustily and smacked her lips with her tongue. She was quite unaware of me and seemed to just want that thing in her mouth. She kissed the head and slowly took me into her wet mouth. She kept her mouth closed in a very small opening and my dick felt like it was tearing into a tight virgin cunt. I knew instantly that she was an absolute expert in giving head and that I would be having a tough time controlling myself. She kept the prick in her mouth and started playing on it with her tongue.

She drew it out and pierced my pee hole with the tip of her tongue and flicked it all over the head. She was driving me quite mad and I could hear myself moaning with pleasure. Gunjan held my dick up and moved in to lick my balls, which were now tight with a torrent of semen held inside. She took both my balls into her wet mouth and started tickling them with her tongue. I could see her saliva glisten on my dick. She must have played with my balls for what seemed an eternity when she moved in for the kill. She thrust my dick into her mouth upto the hilt.

I could see my dick head making her throat bulge and my balls resting on her chin. She was almost chokeing but kept moving her head up and down over my burning prick ever time making my balls slap on to her chin. I held her hair in a tight fist and continued ramming my tool in her sweet mouth. I was close to coming when she removed my prick and told me that she wanted me to come in her mouth. She took my prick back in and slid a finger into my arse hole. This drove me mad and I started fucking her mouth furiously. Suddenly my legs went jelly and my balls started pulsating and let out a long jet of hot sperms into her mouth. She seemed to be ready and swallowed the first spurt but my balls were full and continued shooting. Stream after stream entered her mouth but as much as she tried it was a lot for her and I noticed the trickles of my love juice leaking out from her lips and rolling on to her chin.

She got up and went on to kiss me. I could taste my come on that sweet mouth of hers. She told me that she had a big pee in her and would go relieve herself and be back. I told Gunjan that there was no way I was going to let any slut who could do that to me get off without her punishment. I told her that her punishment would be that she would have to hold on to that pee till I was done licking her cunt. With that I grabbed he from the back and started unbuttoning her fly. I peeled her jeans down removing them slowly rubbing my palms along her gorgeous thighs as I stripped her.

Now all that this newfound fuck toy of mine was wearing was her T-shirt with lovely white lacy panties and her socks and Adidas sneakers on her feet. Her legs were clean of any hair and her fat butt looked very tempting. I kneeled in front of her held her arse with my hands and buried my face in her crotch. Her cunt smelled heavenly. She was almost begging with me to let her go and relieve herself before I continued. I was in no mood to listen and made her sit on the marble table on the center and seated myself on one of the low chairs. I put my hands on her shoulders and forcibly pushed her into a reclining position. She was now resting with the hands gripping the edge of the table with her butt on the edge and her panty covered cunt almost on my face her eyes stared down at me with a mix of pleading and defiance.

I kissed her cunt through her panties and felt that it was all wet. I slowly slid a finger into her panties and uncovered her love hole. I moved forward and kissed her moist cunt in a deep smooch and she moaned loudly. I moved a bit and started to flick her now erect clit with my tongue. I flickered over it like a butterfly’s wing and she kept pleading in moans. I held her kadıköy escort clit in my lips and sucked her hard she screamed and spasmed with her first orgasm and collapsed. Gunjan was now lying on the table with her head hanging. She was now getting wild and begging me to get a finger into her cunt. I slid my middle finger deep into her and started rubbing her G spot.

I drove my tongue deep in as far as I could go and started to move my face tongue fucking her. She was now oozing juices, which trickled down her arse cheeks and over to her arse hole. I moved over my tongue to her arse hole and started reaming it, it was now very wet with her juices. I spread her butt cheeks wide and pushed my tongue into her arse hole. She gave out a loud scream, which I bet must have woken the entire neighborhood. Anyhow none of the lights in other flats came on though I could have bet that behind every dark window there was either a man or a woman masturbating and fantasizing about joining us. I returned to playing with her G spot, impaled another finger into her arsehole and sucked her clit.

She was now climaxing with my three-way torture. She screamed to let her go or she would loose control of her bladder. I continued faster and harder rubbing the upper wall of her cunt while another finger twisted in her arsehole furiously while my mouth sucked her cunt lips and her clit almost tearing them off. Gunjan suddenly spasmed in a gigantic orgasm heaving her breasts skyward screaming like a wild slut. She shot out he piss intermittently in between her spasms. Her piss and her juices mixed were now shooting on to my face as I licked her.

I could feel her warm piss trickling along my chest and on to my cock and dripping away on to the floor of the balcony. She must have continued to piss and orgasm for at least 5 minutes and seemed to have lost all control of herself. I got up lay over her and kissed her mouth passionately. She was now slowly recovering herself. She whispered that it was wonderful and it was the first time she had done something as wild as piss and orgasm together and that she loved it. She said that she wanted to take a bath with me but after she had changed into a new swimsuit that her husband had bought but she never had the time to wear.

She walked on towards her bedroom and told me to follow her 10 minutes later. I fixed another drink and stood on the balcony naked and alone and let the night air caress my body. It was a wonderful night and I think I was already in love with Gunjan. Ten minutes flew by and I tiptoed into the bed room Ajoy was still asleep but I noticed that gunjan had got him naked. His prick was large and stood erect and glistened in the light coming from the slightly open door of the bathroom.

I was sure that Gunjan had given him a deep suck after getting him naked. I went into the bath. Gunjan stood with her back to me under the warm shower. She was wearing a beautiful Electric blue one-piece swimsuit. The back of the suit was deep and her back was totally exposed. Her butt was tightly held by the Lycra and exposed the lower end of her cheeks. She was wearing a black stiletto and swung around to look at me. She was all wet and her hair was now plastered unevenly around her face. Her big tits were pressed by the fabric into a massive cleavage into which water from the shower streaming down her face and hair flowed.

Her nipples were erect and seemed to want to tear the cloth. The thin shoulder straps were fighting to hold on to the weight of boobs, which were trying to break free. I walked on behind her pushed my crotch into her butt put my hands on the cloth over her breast squeezing them tightly and kissed her on her shoulder. She threw back her head on my shoulder and started grinding her arse on my crotch. Our embrace looked wonderful on the large mirror on the wall and I kept kneading her tits.

I whispered into her ear that if I wasn’t mistaken she had been sucking her husband. She told me I was right and that today was her birthday and that she wanted a double sandwich fuck as her gift. I turned her around kissed her lips wished her a happy birthday and told her that I would do every thing to make her day memorable. I picked her in my arms and told her that I first wanted her for myself. I walked out carrying her past the bedroom into the drawing room. I lay her down on the large soft bed on the floor. I lay my naked body on top of her and started to kiss her.

I slid her shoulder straps down and released her boobs. It was the first look I was having at her mounds. They were absolutely fantastic and her nipples were really screaming wanting to be sucked. I started flicking her nipples with my tongue. I pressed her breasts hard with my hands as I sucked furiously at them. Her breast skin was turning red with all the attention. I got up and slowly took off the entire suit. She was now lying stark naked only her stiletto’s on. I spread her legs took a nice look at the pussy I maltepe escort bayan would be ravaging and slid my thick dick into her cunt.

She let out a squirm of delight and closed her eyes taking in the feeling of her new invader. I kept pumping furiously at her my balls slapping against her arse each time I thrust in. Gunjan was wild with delight and kept on prodding me to fuck her harder. I increased my tempo and force and she kept asking for more. I told gunjan that she was a very horny slut and she didn’t deserve to be one mans wife, she said should be the fuck toy of as many men & women who wanted her. She agreed to do so if I would pimp for her and join her in all of her fucks. I kept pumping her cunt furiously and could feel myself nearing another climax.

She was now ecstatic and kept pounding her hips into me each time I thrust forward. Her legs with the stiletto were now piercing into my arse. She squealed at me to keep pounding her and shoot inside her cunt. I pistioned through wondering how long could this bitch last that I felt my balls squeezing and shooting another string of cum into her body. Almost immediately she let out a scream and orgasmed. I kept pumping and shooting load after load and grinding my hips into her. She had now arched out and was lost in a huge climax. Spent we lay in each other’s arms and felt the warmth of each other’s body. My and her juices were now trickling out of her cunt onto my thighs and rolling onto the bed.

She asked me to make her a drink. I made one for both of us and sat down beside her. She got up and slid a LD into the player and told me that it was a new porno flick she had hired. We skipped the movies start to a section where this gorgeous blonde with huge tits was in a gym where she was being fucked out of her brains by three blacks and two whites. The guys were all very muscular and had huge dicks. Especially one of the blacks who looked like a giant and must have had a tool almost 12 inches long and as thick as 3 inches. His tool looked as if it would kill the bitch.

You could see that she was enjoying herself and every act of the gangbang. She had cocks up cunt up her arsehole one in her mouth and jacking off the rest with her hands. The guys kept flipping her into all sorts of positions and changing places themselves. She let out loud screams of delight mixed with pain every second she had her mouth free. The men kept ramming and shooting load after load into her. She had cum dripping from from the side of her lips oozing out from her cunt and her arse. She was really being fucked and the guys were really enjoying themselves with this queen of sluts. Gunjan was getting really excited and rubbing her glass on her cunt.

She turned to me kissed me and told me that on other thoughts she wouldn’t like a threesome but something like what we were watching on TV. She really wanted to get gang fucked and would love to have a bitch like the blonde on TV thrown in to add to her pleasure. I kissed her and promised her that I would do all I could to get her all the studs and that with a body like hers it would not be very difficult. With that I turned her over on her belly and spread her butt cheeks and started licking her arsehole. I took a finger full of her cunt juices and slid it in to lubricate her. I lay on her back and shoved my dick in gently into her crack.

She moaned as I moved it further into her bowels. I grabbed her tits from behind and continued to thrust my prick up her arsehole. She told me that she wanted to move into the bedroom so that she could suck on Ajoy while I fucked her arse. I slid my dick out and we walked into the bedroom . Gunjan kneeled on the edge and immediately mouthed Ajoys limp dick. Even when small you could make out that he had a huge prick. It slowly began to grow. I cautioned her that maybe we would wake him up. She told me that he had passed out quite bad and would sleep late till next morning. She was now holding his dick with her hand moving it slowly back and forth running her tongue and lips over his head and shaft. I got behind Gunjan and pushed my dick back into her arsehole.

The bitch now had what she had wanted, her husbands dick in her mouth and a man who was a stranger to her about 5 hours before fucking her arse like mad. I pumped furiously in and out of her tight hole. Our sweaty bodies now made slapping sounds with each thrust. I lay on her back holding her huge tits and watched her suck Ajoy. Ajoy was now moaning in his sleep and his dick was wet with Gunjans saliva. It was a wonderful sight; the slut I was banging was also sucking on this massive dick. Gunjan was oblivious of any thing and only enjoying her fuck.

When suddenly Ajoy thrust his hip forward and came into her mouth and woke up. I was very close to a climax and could not care the least to him waking up. I thrust deep in and shot my load into her. She had closed her eyes and was having a fantastic orgasm and had not noticed that Ajoy was awake. Ajoy had the most stunned look on his face as he shot load after load on to his wife’s face while he watched this newly met stranger fuck his wife’s butt. Gunjan had now recovered and defiantly stared back at Ajoy. I was expecting an ugly scene but too godamed tired to move.

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— Felix —

At 4 p.m., the phone rang. Felix glanced at the caller ID, reading “Home.” He sighed, and answered the call.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Are you busy tonight?” came his dad’s voice through the speaker.

“I was just studying, and getting some work done, so I could meet up with friends later, why?” Normally, Valentine’s Day was a special occasion, but he had split up with his last girlfriend over the summer, and been far too busy with school to date. A bunch of his friends, who were also single, decided to get together in a bar, and celebrate their life of bachelordom, rather than sit at home alone.

“What do you know of a sorority called, uh,” he started, and Felix heard the rustling of paper on the other end, “Mew…Gamma…Tau.”

M?? was infamous at Hearston College for being the wildest sorority on campus. All the students knew about the crazy parties. Felix’s last girlfriend, Cynthia, had actually been a member of M??. They had dated for a few months the previous year, and he acquired intimate knowledge of some of their events. They were a big fan of costume parties, as well as some seriously raunchy behavior.

At the first party Cynthia had taken him to, they had set up a fake restaurant in their sorority house. The newest members of M?? served as waitresses, except they hadn’t worn any clothes at all, save for a thin g-string. Felix had spent the entire evening with a raging hardon, which Cynthia found terribly amusing. His last party involved a couple having sex together on a stage, while all the guests watched and cheered. Cynthia had dragged him out of there, and up the stairs, mid performance, and fucked his brains out.

That had actually been part of the reason they broke up. Felix had asked her about some of the things he heard about M??, but Cynthia adamantly refused to tell him any details. It’s not that he thought she didn’t have a right to do something kinky, especially before they had dated, but he wasn’t ok that she didn’t trust him enough to keep a secret.

“I know a little bit about them. Why?”

“Miriam told us she was interested in joining them. Apparently one of her friends is a member, and convinced her to join. She said she was about to be a pledge now, or something about pledging.”

“Uh, I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Dad.” Felix had always been protective of Miriam, his little sister, something he had picked up from his parents.

“That’s what Mom and I said, but Miriam said they were really nice, and wouldn’t hear otherwise.”

“I can try talking to her the next time I see her, if you want.”

“We were hoping you could, but that’s not why I called. Apparently they’re having a big Valentine’s Day party tonight. We tried telling her not to go before she talked to you, but you know how she is.” Felix knew very well. If his parents told Miriam to do something, it was more likely she’d do the exact opposite.

“Ah, I better call her right now, then.”

“Thanks, Felix.”

Felix hung up, and called his sister. She had only started attending Hearston College that year. The campus wasn’t very big, area wise, but their majors were different, and he had only run into her a handful of times. He definitely did not want his little sister tangled up with the likes of M??. The phone kept ringing, but nobody answered. He worried what the sorority had in store for a pledge party. Cynthia hadn’t so much as hinted at their internal events, but from everything else she had told him, he knew it would be bad.

After six rings, the mailbox picked up. Felix cursed, and called his father again.

“Dad, I can’t reach her.”

“Darn.”

“What do you want to do now?”

“Is it really that bad? I mean, it’s just a party.”

“Probably not,” Felix lied. “But you never know.” Their parents had always been incredibly strict when it concerned anything remotely related to sex. If he told his dad about what kind of sorority M?? was, he’d drive over there personally, shotgun in hand.

“Oh. Is there a chance you could go to the party, and keep an eye on her? Just to make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”

Felix considered it for a while. The party would presumably be at the sorority house, but he had no idea if he could get in uninvited. After finding out his sister was going to pledge for M??, he was genuinely concerned about her being taken advantage of, though. He’d have to cancel his plans for the night, and find out more about the party.

“Yeah. Did she tell you any details about the party? Anything would help.”

“You remember that costume she wore on halloween two years ago?”

“You mean the Frozen one? Elsa?”

“Yeah, that one. She had Mom get it out of the attic.”

“Alright.” It sounded like another costume party to him. Maybe he could dress up to be unrecognizable, that would make a lot of things easier. “Anything else?”

“Nope. Nothing I can think of.”

“Ok. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

“Thanks, Felix. Really, we appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

They escort ataşehir said their goodbyes, and Felix hung up. He sighed, closed the open textbooks, and put away his notebook. The M?? website proved to be useless. There were no official events scheduled for Valentine’s Day. That meant it would be an invite-only kind of thing, and he really didn’t want to have to call Cynthia for details. Their breakup had been kind of messy, and she wouldn’t be very cooperative. Quite the opposite.

Felix tried calling Miriam again, but only reached her mailbox. He left a quick message, telling her to call him, but he doubted she’d hear it in time. Next, he called his friend Alex, who was an enormous party animal. If there was a party at Hearston, he’d be the first to hear about it.

“Hey, Alex.”

“If this is about the paper, I told you I’ll get it to you by Wednesday,” Alex replied, gruffly.

“It’s not.”

“It’s not? Well then, what’s up?” Alex said, instantly more cheerful.

“You know M??, right?”

“Of course,” he scoffed. “Who doesn’t?”

“Do you know what they’ve got planned for Valentine’s Day?”

“You looking for some fun? I know a few chicks who are looking for a date tonight, if you know what I mean. Just say the word, and I’ll hook you up.”

“Uh, no thanks. I need to get in touch with someone who’s going, but she won’t pick up her phone.”

“It’s not Cynthia, is it? It’s probably for the best if you don’t talk to that bitch again.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t know anything. Didn’t even know they were supposed to have a party planned for tonight.”

“Shit.”

“Listen, I can ask a few guys who might know.”

“Really? I’d appreciate it.”

“No worries, bro. I’ll call you back when I find out anything.”

“Alright. Thanks, man.”

After ending the call, he put on his shoes, and left his room. Felix lived in Dormitory A, while Miriam lived in C, which was located about five minutes away on foot. He covered the distance in record pace. After several loud knocks, Miriam’s roommate opened the door.

“What do you want?” she asked grumpily. Sky had always disliked him for some unknown reason.

“Hello to you, too, Sky. Is my sister here?”

“Nah, she went home for the weekend.”

“Oh.”

“That all?”

He considered for a brief second asking her about the party, but if she didn’t even know where Miriam was, it would be unlikely she knew anything about it. “Yeah, guess so. Have a nice”—Sky slammed the door in his face—”day,” he finished, staring at the wood with the numbers 317 imprinted on it.

Next, he decided to check out the sorority house. It was located right off campus, within walking distance. He had just turned a corner, and the house came into view, when his phone rang. It was Alex.

“That was fast.”

“When I tell you I’m gonna do something, you can count on it. You’re gonna get that paper by Wednesday, don’t worry.”

“Forget about the paper. Hell, if you got the info, I might just write the damn thing for you. “

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Sweet.”

“So, tell me about the party?”

“Oh, right. Starts at eight at their house. You know where that is, right?”

“Yeah.” Felix was actually looking at it that very moment.

“Ok, so the theme is ‘Princesses and Villains.’ It’s some sort of singles mixer. At least only singles were invited. Kinda ironic on Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? Or maybe it works. I don’t know.”

That seemed to corroborate with Miriam having taken the Elsa costume. “Cool, that’s some good info. Thanks, man.”

“Oh wait, he said there’s one more thing. Everyone is supposed to wear a mask with the costume. He said a venetian mask, specifically. I don’t know what that means, but that’s what he said. Said they were big on anonymity.”

“Never heard of them. But seriously, thanks, again.”

“So you’re gonna write that paper?”

“I’ll let you know tomorrow, ok?”

“Sounds good. Take care, bro.”

Felix hung up, and started walking back to his dorm room. He had no idea where he would be able to wrangle up a costume on such short notice, or what a Venetian mask was, but he knew he had to at least try, for his sister’s sake. They hadn’t always gotten along very well growing up, but after they stopped living together at home, their relationship had improved a lot, and he definitely did not want to see her grow up to become someone like Cynthia.

— Miriam —

Miriam looked at herself in the mirror in her friend Beth’s room. She liked what she saw. Standing behind her, Beth was in the process of tying her long, blonde hair into a braid, to match the turquoise Elsa dress she wore. The front of her dress had been altered to expose far more cleavage than a Disney princess would usually show, and pushed up her tits nicely. Her lips were a rich, sinful red, transforming her appearance from her usual lackluster self into a total sex bomb.

Over the last couple of months, Beth had gushed kadıköy escort to her about how great M?? was. Not just the wild, crazy parties, but also the great, tight knit community. Miriam liked her parents, but they had been incredibly overbearing growing up, partly because they tried to instill their conservative values in her. It had caused a lot of fights and arguments.

Her brother had been the same way, almost like a third parent, until he moved out to go to college. Things had changed then, outside of the influence of their parents. Miriam had wanted to go to a college in another part of the country, but her parents disagreed. They wanted her to stay close, although they did finally consent to let her live on campus instead of at home.

Miriam relished the freedom she now had. Freedom to dress how she wanted, eat what she wanted, and spend her time how she wanted. That was why the idea of M?? appealed to her so much. A place where she was free to explore her own sexuality, without judgement. She’d lost her virginity a long time ago—unbeknownst to her family, of course—and had dated a few guys, but that only with her parents’ approval.

“There, it’s done,” said Beth behind her. Miriam had met the twenty-two year old woman at a frat party, and they’d immediately bonded. A few days later, Beth had started telling her about M??, and Miriam had been very interested in the sorority. Beth was actually the one who sponsored her bid to join them.

Miriam admired her new braid in the mirror, and draped it over her shoulder, just the way Elsa did. “Looks great, thank you so much.”

“No problem, hun. Now let’s take a look at you.” Miriam stood up, and twirled around for her. “Mmm, delicious,” she commented. “Just one thing left to check.” Beth grabbed the hem of Miriam’s dress, lifted it up slightly, and reached under it. She placed her hand on Miriam’s vulva, and ran a finger through the moist lips.

A shudder ran through Miriam’s body, and she moaned slightly. “Satisfied? No panties, just like you asked.”

“Mmmhm. And you followed the other instructions?” Beth’s fingers continued playing with her pussy, and juices flowed freely.

“Yeah, but it was really hard. A month without masturbating is much harder than I thought it would be. I still don’t see how it was necessary.”

“How do you feel now?”

“Incredibly. Fucking. Horny.” Miriam closed her eyes, as Beth continued pleasuring her. She normally wasn’t into women, but her month-long celibacy had driven her beyond the point of caring.

“We call this the ‘kickstarter,'” Beth said, pulled away her hand, and dropped the dress. Miriam didn’t want her to stop, and wanted something to fill the sudden emptiness between her legs. Beth dabbed her wet finger behind Miriam’s ears, and then smeared the rest of the juices on Miriam’s cleavage. The scent of her own sex filled Miriam’s nostrils. “There, that’s gonna be all the perfume you need this evening.”

“And that works?” She pushed down her desires. It wouldn’t be long now until they were satisfied.

“Fuck yes, drives the guys crazy.”

“What about the mask?”

“Oh, yeah.” Beth rummaged around in the large bag she’d brought, and pulled out a beautiful gold patterned mask, covered in elaborate flourishes and intricate designs. Miriam accepted it gingerly, and placed the piece on her face. It covered her forehead, and the bridge of her nose. She looked at herself in the mirror, and almost didn’t recognize herself. With the rouge on her cheeks, and red lipstick, she looked like a completely different woman. An incredibly sexy woman, she thought. Beth tied the mask’s strap behind her head, and secured it into place.

“Perfect.”

— Felix —

Felix looked at himself in the mirror. It definitely wasn’t the best costume, but it was the best he was able to come up with on short notice. Fortunately, he was friends with someone from the theater department, and she’d lent him the coat and mask.

The easiest costume he could come up with had been a generic Dracula, since he already had most of the clothing. All it took were nice, black suit pants, and solid white dress shirt. He would have liked a dress shirt with some ruffles, but he didn’t own one of those. The cloak was a rich velvet, black on the outside, crimson on the inside. It was a bit too short, but would work for his purposes.

The most important piece was the mask, anyway. The theater department, to his surprise, had had a decent selection of masks for him to choose from. He had picked one fairly simple in design, but covering a large area of his face. Forehead, nose, and cheeks were hidden behind the white plastic with painted gold flourishes. A simple elastic band held it in place.

Half an hour later, Felix walked up to the door, put on his mask, and rang the doorbell of the M?? sorority house. He had waited around the corner, watching the house, until a tall guy in all black, wearing a Darth Vader costume, albeit with a different mask, walked up. The door had opened, and maltepe escort bayan he was invited inside.

The door opened for him, too, and Snow White greeted him.

“And who are you supposed to be?” she asked, derisively. Felix couldn’t tell who she was behind her mask, and had no idea if she would recognize him.

“I’m Count Dracula, of course,” he replied, faking a deeper voice.

“Where are your fangs then, fang boy?”

“They only come out when I’m about to suck your blood.”

Snow White snorted in response, but stepped back to let him in. Felix was familiar with the layout of the house, having been there several times before. He beelined towards the large living room where they usually held their events. It was decorated in pink and white, with at least a dozen small tables scattered around the room. Each table had two chairs, and a vase containing a single red rose.

Apart from the Darth Vader, there was also a Joker, and a Hannibal Lecter sitting on one of the couches. Felix sidled over, and sat down next to them. Darth Vader nodded at him, and he nodded back, but nobody said anything.

One by one, more villains showed up. Some of the characters he recognized, and some he didn’t.

— Cynthia —

“What the fuck is he doing here?” hissed Cynthia to Heather, the head of M??. She had recognized Felix through the security feed when he walked up to the house. Even though it had been a few months, seeing him was still like a stab in the guts.

“No idea. He’s not on the list, and I certainly didn’t invite him,” replied Heather, who wore a Red Queen outfit. They were watching a video feed of the dining room on the monitor. Felix kept glancing around, as if he was trying to look for something. Or someone.

“Why do you think he’s here?”

“Maybe he wants another taste of your sweet cunt,” giggled Heather. Cynthia’s temper flared up again.

“That fucking bastard can rot in hell,” Cynthia said hotly.

“You wanna kick him out?”

“No,” she said savagely, “I want that prick to pay.”

“Do you have something specific in mind?”

A huge, wicked grin broke out on Heather’s face, as Cynthia detailed the plan to her friend.

— Miriam —

Miriam waited dutifully in Beth’s room. She had been instructed to wait there, until she was called. It was hard for her to sit still, horny out of her own mind, so she was pacing back and forth. If they hadn’t been so adamant about her not masturbating, she’d be on the bed, fingering herself into oblivion. She realized why Beth had called it a kickstarter. Her inner engine was going at full speed.

The door burst open, and Beth entered, followed by Heather, the sorority’s fierce leader, and a chick she didn’t know.

“Is it time?” Miriam asked, hopeful that her torment was finally coming to an end.

“Not quite yet,” said Heather. “Change of plans.”

“Change? What change?”

“Take off your clothes.”

Miriam knew better than to question the command. Beth had often talked about Heather, and that she was used to people following her orders. When she told you to do something, you did it, or you wouldn’t be part of the sorority much longer. Miriam hurriedly loosened the knots in the back, and pulled the dress over her head.

“Mmm, nice,” commented the unknown woman. “Have you kickstarted her yet, Beth?”

“Yeah,” confirmed Beth. “She’s a real gusher, too.”

“Ooh, can I try?”

“Go for it.”

Miriam didn’t like at all how the woman talked about her, as if she wasn’t standing right there. Like she was a plaything. Beth seemed to defer to her, though, and she knew better than to object. Not if she wanted to join M??.

Heather grabbed the Elsa costume off the floor, and pulled a pink bundle of fabric out of her bag. Beth stepped behind her, and started unweaving her braid. The third woman moved in front of her, ran her fingers along Miriam’s crotch, slipped a finger into her, then pulled it out again, and ran circles around her clit. Miriam gasped involuntarily, and breathed harder. She concentrated on the sensations the fingers elicited in her body, willing the woman to keep going, and push her over the edge into paradise.

The woman was really good at it, and the onset of an orgasm formed deep inside her. “Careful, Cynthia, she’s gonna pop any second.”

“She’s cute,” commented the woman, whose name was apparently Cynthia, and withdrew her hand. Miriam wanted to howl in frustration, and blinked away a tear. Cynthia licked her finger, and muttered, “Not too bad.” She wiped her hand on Miriam’s chest, just like Beth had done earlier. When she was finished, she pinched Miriam’s hard nipples, sending shockwaves through her body.

Beth had finished undoing her braid, and used a hair brush to straighten it out.

“Can you finish up here, Beth? We’re gonna take this over to Clarissa,” said Heather, waving the dress around.

“Of course,” confirmed Beth. Heather and Cynthia left, but not before Cynthia gave Miriam a hard slap on her butt cheek.

“Ow!” protested Miriam, but Cynthia just laughed. “I don’t like her,” Miriam said to Beth, after the other two women left.

“She has a bit of a mean streak, but she’s Heather’s right hand gal. And you couldn’t ask for someone more loyal.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: All characters are 18+.

John Bernard was a nineteen year old senior in his final year of high-school. Yes, nineteen. It wasn’t that he had failed a year or two, but being born in France his family had traveled extensively throughout Europe before at last settling down in Montreal, Canada. Due to a lack of stable education, he had been forced by the school administration to repeat a grade and so would be graduating late. Just a week ago John had celebrated his nineteenth birthday, and though it was a point of embarrassment that he was the oldest student at McGill High, he contented himself by looking at the young, hot schoolgirls running around in the hallways, classrooms, and sports-fields….

On this fine summer day John was in science class, busy dabbling with mixtures of chemicals as a Bunsen burner flamed below. He held a glass beaker in his hand, examining the green liquid inside with squinted eyes.

“Hey, John,” said Dinesh, an Indian boy raised in Canada. “John! Check out Jessica Chambers there. You see her? Look how hot she looks today.” As usual, when Dinesh said this he’d nudge John in the ribs with his elbow. He waited for a response till—

“What!” John hissed angrily. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

But Dinesh didn’t notice his friend’s glaring eyes; rather, his own gaze was focused towards the top left corner of the brightly lit room. He stared transfixed at the beautiful eighteen year old vixen, his mouth hanging open in a look of idiotic perversion.

Dinesh was tall for his age, around 6’2, 170 pounds with dusky brown skin, short, jet-black hair, and a squarish face, and though he was actually quite handsome for his age Dinesh’s poor choice of fashion made him look quite unhandsome. This afternoon he was dressed in his usual somber colours, a gray t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

John on the other hand was 6’1 and 200 pounds, with curly black hair down to his neck, eyes of vivid blue, and skin that resembled a natural tan. He was both tall and muscular with an air of solemn darkness—an attractive quality in any man—but due to a debilitating shyness around the opposite sex John had yet to lose his virginity.

Perhaps his greatest defect was a lack of confidence in himself. This could be seen by John’s loose shoulders, his ineloquence near the presence of women, or the way his long black hair would hang limply in front of his eyes and serve as a way to hide his otherwise striking face. Much like his friend John also possessed a dreadful sense of fashion, spending most days wearing a red t-shirt with blue jeans. It was no different today.

As John turned his eyes to where Dinesh was looking he noticed Jessica Chambers, one of the hottest girls in school, chatting with a group of her friends. She had vibrant blonde hair that fell in a single wave to her lower back, shimmering jade-green eyes, pink lips usually bright with lip-gloss, and a lean figure that could only be described with that old cliché: hour-glass. That is to say, her petite shoulders sloped downward to her hips, which then inclined and spread out into her long, gorgeous legs.

Quite aware of her feminine charms Jessica usually wore tight, form-fitting outfits which displayed her stunning body (such as the pink top and black mini-skirt she had on today) and though her breasts were but medium-sized, the way Jessica’s pink top hugged against those two youthful globes made them seem all the larger and more delicious. And as often happened in cases with a girl this beautiful, Jessica Chambers was also a total bitch.

“Yeah,” said John without looking at Dinesh, “she is hot. Like you, I’ve fantasized about banging her—but unlike you, I’m convinced I got no chance.”

Dinesh slapped his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, man! We can always dream can’t we?” Sighing, he went on: “But I guess you’re right….We can never get a girl like that. Hell, maybe my standards are too high, but when I finally do a girl I hope she looks half as good as Jessica.” He considered a moment. “…Think it’ll work if I just went up and asked her on a date?” John’s face revealed his skepticism. “Yeah, I know: she’s really into those macho dudes from the football team. It’s so—so….”

Dinesh was groping for the right word, his fist hammering his palm over and over in mute frustration. John volunteered an answer: “Cliché?”

“Yes!” Dinesh shouted, so loud that the students in the classroom jumped at the sound. Several heads turned to stare in dumb astonishment at the two friends before turning back to their science projects. It took a while for the murmurs to die down.

“I know what you mean,” John whispered leaning toward his friend. “It really is cliché. And it pisses me off to know girls like that will always end up going out total assholes then turn around and moan and bitch about it when they get dumped. And you know they’ll get dumped because the guys on the football team are all fucks.”

“What about your sister there?” asked Dinesh.

“What!” ataşehir escort bayan hissed John.

Waving his arms in a comical effort to placate his friend, a nervous Dinesh quickly corrected himself. “No! No! That’s not what I meant! What I mean is: what about your sister there, talking with Jessica? Isn’t she one of the in-crowd? She’s one of them…right?”

John looked to where Jessica Chambers was having a busy conversation with three of her closest friends, one of which was his twin sister. The group of four, including Lauren Bernard, were laughing and gesturing with their hands in the typical girlish manner, quite heedless of their frothing science experiment below.

It wasn’t hard to guess that Dinesh had been infatuated with Lauren ever since meeting her years ago at John’s house. In fact, he would make any excuse just to go over and check her out (along with the rest of John’s sisters) even though the chances of Dinesh actually bedding any of them were zero.

As John watched the four girls converse between themselves he felt nothing but scorn. He hated them with every fiber of his being: these were the same four girls that had abused and belittled him throughout highschool, making his existence a living hell. And most of all he despised his sister—the ringleader of this bitch circus—and the one who had emotionally tortured him since childhood. She was the reason John felt so inferior, with her daily insults regarding John’s lack of social life or how he was doomed to remain a virgin forever.

Because of Lauren, all women seemed intimidating.

Fucking whores, John muttered to himself. I hate everyone of them. Wish that damn beaker would explode and mess up their pretty little faces….

As much as John craved to see his sister in agony, the truth was that he felt attracted to Lauren. He knew she was beautiful. At 5’5, Lauren had dyed her hair to a bright, golden complexion, and in wave after silky wave it dropped to the middle of her back. It was the kind of hair that bounced with every step she took, the kind of hair which seemed all the more radiant under the correct lighting. Lauren’s delicate face—lean and with high cheek-bones—was composed of the smoothest curves, vivid blue eyes, and full pink lips. In short, it was the face of an enchantress.

It’s a crime, thought John. It’s disgusting! Why does such a stuck-up bitch have to look so hot?

Lauren turned and playfully slapped Jessica’s arm, revealing a pair of firm, medium-sized breasts held by a snug-fitting black top. And what a pair they were. Pressed tightly together into the confines of her bra, Lauren’s creamy tits bulged over the rim of her black v-neck and thus presented a highly-defined valley of cleavage. In fact, each lush globe was packed in so close that Lauren’s chest seemed all the fuller and more massive, the upper half of the fleshy spheres visible above the margins of her bra while the bottom half lay concealed.

John’s eyes roved over his sister’s breasts, noting how the black top emphasized Lauren’s fair skin and squeezed against every line of her figure, before at last tapering down into her toned and slender waist.

Fuck, thought John, she has the body of a supermodel….

One of the students next to Lauren’s table dropped a pencil. At first glance the event seemed trivial, but John watched as the boy slowly kneeled to the floor and picked it up, and then his motives became clear: instead of getting to his feet right away the boy seemed to linger on the ground, running his hungry stare up and down Lauren’s exquisite legs.

John had seen this often: whenever his sister roamed through the hallways every male student would secretly admire her from their locker, waiting for her to pass just so they could catch a glimpse of her strutting behind. Hell, John had even seen the male teachers take an occasional peek.

And there was a a good reason for that.

The contours of his sister’s naked legs—so long and sleek in the afternoon light—were accented by the pink miniskirt she wore: it hugged against her full thighs, defining their seductive curvature and ending a few inches above the knees. With a giggle Lauren turned her back to John and continued chatting with her friends. As she did so, the miniskirt of pink leather stretched tighter across the round and supple cheeks of her derriere, highlighting each separate buttock and the cleft that lay between.

John felt a stirring in his pants. He couldn’t believe just how amazing his sister’s ass was, though he was quite sure all the male students had dreamed of sinking their cocks into it at some point.

No matter how much he tried to repress such indecent feelings, John constituted that large crowd of horny male teenagers that found Lauren to be at once revolting and attractive. As her brother John knew he should never ponder anything so monstrous, but escort kadıöy it was all true, no matter how much he tried to drive such wicked ideas from his mind.

In fact, all the women in his family were hot: they were all French beauty queens. And to live with them was nothing short of torture. John knew this because he would often walk around with a painful erection pressed against his jeans, a state which came about shortly after seeing Lauren emerge from a steaming shower wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. Then there were times his flaccid cock would jump to life after peering at his twin sister in her typical denim cut-offs as she bent over to grab a snack from the bottom part of the refrigerator—she would present her lovely ass to his view, and it would take all of John’s willpower to not reach out and grab those full, supple cheeks.

Sometimes (and he really didn’t want to admit this) John even had wet dreams about his sister….

They would start off in some dark hotel room already in the midst of wondrous passion, just the two of them in bed—naked, sweating, arms wrapped firmly around each others’ bodies. Their bare legs entwined, John would thrust his cock in an out of Lauren’s dripping pussy as the heat of the night would make their moist flesh stick together. Sweat would pour down Lauren’s joyful face, her glazed and pendulous breasts swinging through the air with everyone of John’s raging thrusts into her slimy pink cave.

All of the hatred between these two siblings would burst forth in this one moment of sexual deviance. And for once John would be in control. He’d grab Lauren by the waist and simply pound her vagina, stabbing his colossal prick in and out of his sister’s juicy folds as she lay there and took it.

“Tell me you love it!” John would yell. “Tell me you love your brother’s cock!”

“Ahh—I love it!” Lauren would shriek, lying on her back as her fulsome tits swung and bounced wildly to John’s frantic assault. Her face would be drawn hard with pleasure, her luscious mouth crying out in delight. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I love it! I love my brother’s cock! I love the way it feels inside me! I love the way it tears apart my pussy! And I love the way it….it….OH—IT’S SO FUCKING HUGE!”

They would fuck like animals, the headboard slamming violently against the wall over and over, both lovers grunting like beasts, gasping for air, kissing wildly, their tongues slipping briefly out of their mouths and flicking together.

As John skewered his sister’s gushing cunt, Lauren would arch her slender back at an intensely sharp angle, moaning her brother’s name in ecstasy: “John! Yes John! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Brother!” And in return John would pump his hips even faster, sinking his fat, rigid cock deep into his sister’s quim as Lauren’s voice would reach a knife-like pitch, those vivid pink lips crying out in relentless hunger for her brother.

“Harder!” she’d scream, fastening both ankles around John’s waist. “Fuck me harder!”

And with every lunge forward John’s tongue would meet his sister’s, their soggy mouthpieces coiling together like glistening snakes in a dance. There’d be no love between them, only savage lust, an unrestrained desire that would compel John to penetrate his sister over and over with vigorous thrusts of his torso. She would bite down on his naked shoulder, squealing her pleasure into his aching flesh, and in vengeance John would maul his sister’s jiggling tits, driving his fingers into the wet and slippery tissue until it blushed red.

“Fucking bitch!” John would growl. “You’re gonna pay for that!”

Clutching his sister’s breasts even more viciously, John would now accelerate the movement of his hips. His massive cock would begin a pistoning motion—swift, violent bursts with which he’d batter his sister’s oozing twat, causing the headboard to ram every time threw his weight forward. Then pulling back, the crimson head of John’s prick would reveal itself for a moment, only to hurtle through the entire length of his sister’s pussy and repeat the frenzied process over and over.

With every shuddering pound Lauren would toss her head back, her face twisting with what can only be described as painful pleasure, blonde hairs plastered whorishly to her drenched forehead, eyes bulging open to squeeze shut in rapturous delight, and spit flying from her quivering pink lips. Of their own volition, Lauren’s hands would begin gliding all over her brother’s naked back, feeling his tense muscles as he plowed her wet and gripping burrow.

Sometimes she’d dig her nails into his sensitive flesh, drawing a harsh groan from John’s lips; at other times she’d let both hands wander down to his flexing buttocks, clenching both cheeks in either palm or running a single digit between the snug valley—pumping it back and forth, back and forth….Then, like some mistress of lust and depravity, Lauren would begin caressing her brother’s scrotum with the tip of a maltepe escort solitary fingernail, raking it ever so teasingly and sending ripple after ripple of sinful pleasure throughout John’s body.

“Ngggggggggh!” John would hum long and loud. “D-don’t…p-play…w-with t-those! C-can you…h-hear me, L-Lauren?”

But Lauren would go on running her nails along the surface of John’s plum-sized testicle, at times flicking it with the back of her finger or rolling the pair between her expert hand, which would immediately trigger a small discharge of her brother’s cum deep inside Lauren’s womb.

“Mmmmhhhhh!” she would mewl. “Cum inside me, Brother; shoot that lovely sperm all around! Make me yours, Brother! Make me yours!”

So in revenge John would bend down and lick the sweat off his sister’s dazzling breast, brushing his fat tongue around the erect nipple several times before latching onto it with his teeth—biting, tugging, grinding, drawing moan after moan from his sister’s panting lips—after which he’d trace his drooling mouth-piece up Lauren’s throat.

“Oh—this is fucking nasty!” Lauren would gasp, her entire body writhing in the throes of arousal. “Your tongue—ahhhh!—it’s so wet! Ngghhhh! It’s like a gooey eel…r-running up my throat!”

An impassioned Lauren would toss her head left and right as John’s tongue continued drifting up her neck, her face wincing hard in disgust. Then their hungry mouths would unite as the two siblings engaged in a ravenous bout of kissing, John aggressively pumping his sister’s cunt while Lauren met everyone of her brother’s feverish strokes by working her own hips in rhythm.

And so the twins would fuck for hours into the burning night. Then, with a mighty orgasm quivering through her pussy and rippling up her chest, Lauren would discharge one final cry of delight, wrapping her sweat-glazed legs tighter around her brother’s naked ass and drawing him deeper into her clenching folds.

That’s when John would awake….

Damn it! he’d say to himself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell do I keep having these dreams!

Positively terrified, with his eyes wide, heart pounding and lust smouldering in his chest, John would remove the blankets from over his lap to discover that he had cum all over himself. The sheer rapture of an incestuous dream would make him orgasm, and orgasm hard. The first few times it happened John thought he’d be mentally scarred for life. He chastised himself; he felt incredible shame and disgust; he even contemplated seeking professional help, yet before long he grew to enjoy these dreams….

What would it be like, John wondered, what would it be like to fuck my own sister?

“Well?” asked Dinesh, snapping his friend back to reality. “Is Lauren one of them or what?”

“Yeah….” John mumbled. “Lauren is definitely one of the popular crowd. But unlike your sister—who’s actually a compassionate person—Lauren is a bitch. And not just a bitch, but a cruel bitch….just like her friend Jessica over there.”

Dinesh looked pissed. “It’s not fair, man. It’s just not fucking fair! How come we can’t get any girls? I can’t ’cause I’m from a culture that says no to sex before marriage, and you ’cause—well…you just read.”

John laughed, examining the contents of the beaker in his hand before adding a few drops of red liquid into the foaming mixture. “I read ’cause I can’t get any girls. And maybe we’d have better luck if we weren’t so shy all the time!”

Dinesh and his friend were both virgins, a secret they guarded very closely and never dared express out loud even between themselves.

Well, that would change one day soon. Very soon….

The two boys continued working on their science project for the next few minutes after which John turned to his friend.

“Alright,” he said very clearly, “we’re almost done. All I need from you is to pass me the beaker very carefully. Remember, it’s hot—so just be cautious. And then I’ll just add some sulphur to the formula and that should be it. Just remember—be careful.”

Dinesh snorted, using a pair of tongs to lift the beaker. “Do I look stupid?” He held the container towards his friend. “Don’t you think I can do something this simple without instructions?” John laughed, emptying drops of the white sulphur into the beaker as cautiously as he could. But then he noticed something: his friend’s hand began to shake, slowly at first and then more and more violently, and as he looked up at Dinesh he discovered the cause for it.

Dinesh’s eyes were fixed on Jessica Chambers—who had bent over to grab something from her backpack—thus presenting to him a view of her lovely ass, her black mini-skirt riding up her supple thighs and disclosing a pair of bright red panties biting into either cheek.

Before John could say anything his friend’s hand relaxed its grip. The beaker slipped from between the steel tongs, dropping to the floor with a shattering explosion of glass that reverberated around the room. Some of the girls screamed in surprise; others jumped at the sound or swore. A pool of glimmering red liquid now covered the floor with shards of broken glass peppered here and there, the foamy mixture hissing and bubbling at John and Dinesh’s feet.

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