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This is part 1 on an alternate POV (The Brother’s POV) of my other story ‘The Diary Gradually Changes’. Read that story first if you haven’t already.

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The Diary Gradually Changes [Brother’s diary]

Part 1

Tuesday, Jan 21

Dear Diary,

For the hundredth time, I went over the list of hypnotic suggestion I made for Mom.

Mom’s Hypnotic tape:

Kevin is amazing

Kevin is good

Kevin is wonderful

Kevin is everything

Kevin is sexy

Kevin is attractive

I love Kevin

I want to touch Kevin

I get horny around Kevin

I think about Kevin

I get wet around Kevin

I want Kevin to touch me

I want to kiss Kevin

I want to have sex with Kevin

I want Kevin to fuck me

It was already way past my bedtime, and I just wanted to complete the damn thing. Was that all I wanted in her first tape? Would that get Mom to fuck me?

Only one way to find out.

Wednesday, Jan 22

Dear Diary,

Today was Kate’s birthday. I had to wait all day at home for her to come back. She was celebrating with her friends and Mark, her stupid jock boyfriend. I honestly don’t get what she sees in him. Just because he is athletic and handsome? I bet she wouldn’t mind if HE went through her panties. Yesterday was terrifying, I didn’t expect her to come home that early. She’s still pissed off at me.

Well, not after she listen to her tape.

Kate finally came home when it was almost ten at night. She opened my present last, and looked kind of surprised to see an iPod. I really hope she would start listening to the recordings immediately, but my sister just muttered a thanks and said she would judge my taste in music the moment she had spare time.

Mom looked more surprised when I gave her a present, but accepted it with a forced smile. Hers was just a test tape—an experiment—for Kate. Her recordings had much, much more powerful hypnotic suggestions. If something happens to Mom, well, at least Kate is okay. My sister is way hotter anyway.

And if Mom’s tape really did work, then I could tweak it for Kate. She would be my devoted sex slave soon. I was almost a hundred per cent sure of it. The people in the forum said it would work. They even showed me proof that they had turned their wives, girlfriends, crushes, co-workers into their slaves. But I just had to be sure, and Mom was my guinea pig.

Kate then went back to her room after thanking me again. To be honest, it felt really good. She never was nice to me.

I reminded Mom to listen to hers tonight before demetevler escort going back to my room and masturbating to Kate’s Instagram. It was a daily ritual for me.

Kate’s Hypnotic tape:

I like Kevin

I trust Kevin

I think Kevin is nice

I think about Kevin

I should treat Kevin nicely

I should get to know Kevin more

I feel guilty when I make Kevin feel bad

Thursday, Jan 23

Dear Diary,

Mom listened to the recordings!

She kept telling me that the playlist was ‘super awesome,’ and that she’d fallen asleep to the music. I believed her. She still had her earbuds on with the music blasting at almost full volume. I wondered how she could even hear me.

And I think the hypnotic suggestions work. She looked at me differently ever since today. I couldn’t really explain it. Like, there was a naughty glint in her eye every time she glanced my way. I would look at her, and she would smile at me before looking away.

I told her that I was glad that she enjoyed it so much. I almost jumped when Mom suddenly hugged me. She certainly never done that before. I will be honest, I got a huge boner from that, especially with feeling her breasts against my chest. I never really fantasize about them since Kate’s were better: perfect C-cup teardrop breasts.

But there was no denying Mom’s one were great too. She hugged me for a long while and wouldn’t let go.

I didn’t want to risk anything then, so I didn’t try to grope or touch her butt or anything, even though I really wanted to and it was blatantly obvious that she was horny. She was breathing heavily when she finally did let me go, and when I leaned forward a little bit, she closed her eyes and parted her lips, like she thought I was going to kiss her. I wasn’t going to, I was just trying to get a better view of her breasts.

Thinking about it again…fuck… I am such an idiot. I should have done it. I will just do it tonight when she comes back home from work.

It would be better anyway since the hypnotic suggestions would be more firmly implemented in her mind by then — Mom told me that she was planning to listen to it the whole day in her office.

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Mom came home later than usual. I didn’t even notice. I was sitting on the living room couch, my phone in hand, when she walked up to me, lean down and kissed me on the lips.

It was so unexpected that I dropped my phone and pushed her back. That’s when I noticed her eyes. They were wide with lust, and she was breathing heavily, practically panting.

Mom’s escort demetevler face was a mixture of emotions when I shoved her back. She started stammering apologies, her hands on her own lips like she didn’t believe she had just kissed me.

When I finally recovered from the initial shock, lust took over. My mom had just kissed me. The hypnotic suggestions worked.

She was still sputtering apologies when I pulled her back in and claimed her lips. It was my first time kissing a woman, so I didn’t really know what I was doing. But it felt good. Mom started kissing me back furiously. It was all a blur, but I remembered my heart thundering in my eardrums, her body—with all those beautiful curves Kate must have inherited—being crushed against mine, then her hands being shoved at the back of my head, then her tongue… oh fuck her tongue.

Mom’s hot. Like really hot. She takes very good care of her body by working out a lot and having a really strict diet regime, so she looks half her age. Because of that, she is basically a men’s magnet and an expert on sex and pleasure. Now I knew why the all her ex-boyfriends were always so broken up when she broke things off with them. I was in heaven as she did all the work with her lips, tongue and fingers.

We kissed for what seemed like hours. She smelt really good, with her peach scented hair shampoo. Mom was the one to break this kiss, all the while maintaining eye contact as she drew back, still panting hard, her lips red and swollen.

That was when Kate came back home. We both heard her car in our driveway at the same time.

I thought Mom would run away or something, considering what we just did, but she quickly turned on the television and dropped down on the couch next to me. Kate came in and promptly sat on the couch opposite us, completely oblivious to what just happened. I could see that mom was still breathing hard, her breasts were rising and falling heavily. Kate should have seen that, or at least my raging boner, which I was trying to hide desperately, but she looked really tired, her attention fixed on the television.

I tried to distract myself about what just happened. I asked Kate if she had listened to the recording yet. She told me no, which really sucked, but there was nothing I could do about it. Mom then cut in and told her that it was really good and that she should listen to it. My sister just nodded thoughtfully.

That’s when I noticed Mom was sitting close to me. Thoughts began to race through me again as her thigh touched mine. I looked over at Kate, demetevler escort bayan but if she noticed it, she didn’t say anything.

I really wished Kate would just go to bed because Mom leaned in and started whispering about how she eager she was to see my cock and that she couldn’t wait to fuck me. For the first time in my life, I was actually more interested in my mom than my sister.

Kate finally excused herself and went back to her room. I told mom that I wanted her to ‘do it’ in her room, and she just giggled excitedly. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually going to fuck my own mother. With Kate gone, I regained my confidence and squeezed mom’s breasts, and that got her giggling even more. It felt so good. Firm, yet soft. Just overall amazing.

Mom then led me back to her room. I always fantasized about losing my virginity to my sister, but I couldn’t wait anymore. I was hornier than I’ve ever been, and having sex with Mom was too good to pass up.

Mom started kissing me again the moment she locked her door. I didn’t freeze up like just now. Instead, I started feeling up her breasts again, and when I felt I got enough of them, I moved down and groped her ass—which felt even better than her breasts.

Mom broke the kiss again and literally tore off her clothes. Before I could admire her body, she was on me, slipping her tongue past my lips, all the while unbuttoning my shirt, then my shorts.

Sex was NOTHING like I’ve imagined. Not like all the porn I’ve watched.

First off, it felt better than masturbating. Way, way better, Like a hundred times better. Second, I always visualised myself to be on top and taking control.

In reality, I didn’t have a chance to do anything. I had no experience and all the porn in the world hadn’t prepared me for this. I never expected the hypnotic suggestions to work this quickly. Everything happened so fast. Mom shoved me on to the bed, then climbed on top of me. She then took my throbbing cock in hand, and slipped it into her, producing a long drawn out moan from me and a sharp gasp from her.

She was incredibly wet, which I expected, but she was tight too. Extremely tight. Mom then started riding me like crazy, moaning throughout, telling me how good I felt. All I could do was moan back, then grab her bouncing breasts. I never imagine sex would feel THIS good.

I came within a minute of her doing that. Mom started moaning even louder as I did so, and seconds later she came too, her pussy gripping me even tighter, her walls closing in and squeezing around my spasming cock.

It was the longest orgasm in my life, and no doubt the best. Surprisingly, I was completely drained after that, and I guessed Mom was too because she slumped down beside me.

We stayed like that, with my cock still buried deep inside her. Mom smiled at me, nuzzled me close, then gave me a long, lingering kiss until sleep overtook both of us.

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All characters engaged in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older.

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Another Fun Friday at the Hughes

Matt smiled as he watched the familiar car pull up to the curb. He turned and spoke to Chip and Craig who both turned to wave at Cindy.

All three walked toward the idling car. Cindy rolled her window down, “Can I give you boys a ride?”

Matt leaned into the open window and kissed his smiling girlfriend. “That’d be great! We’re all heading to our place to play Magic to start our weekend. Why aren’t you working?”

Cindy looked up at her boyfriend, “I worked the lunch shift today and got the night off as I have the late shift tomorrow and all day Sunday.”

The three piled into the car, and Cindy looked all around before pulling out and headed home.

Soon the three boys were setting their decks up on the kitchen table while Cindy went into her room.

Craig looked over at the other two shuffling their cards, “So what did you think of my mom’s idea of a private graduation party just with the three of us and our parents in our backyard. Mom said she would talk to both of your moms and have it be just like last weekend at Chip’s place but with all three moms nude and completely available for us as a graduation present.”

Matt spoke up, “Shoot, I’ve been meaning to talk to Cindy about that idea to see if she wants to be there as well or not. Knowing her, I think she would like to be in on that if you don’t mind.”

Chip laughed, “Are you kidding, the more naked women, the better.”

Craig smiled, “Okay, so you talk to Cindy and I’ll have my mom talk to your moms. It’s a deal.”

Matt grinned, “Speaking of that, let’s get this game going before it gets too late.”

The three focused on their cards and prepared to duel.

Matt and Craig laughed when Chip’s eyes practically popped out of his sockets when a nude Cindy came back into the kitchen minutes later.

Chip glanced at the two laughing boys, “What are you laughing at me for?”

Craig answered his friend, “I’m sorry but you should see your face.”

Cindy came up behind Matt and wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling her head onto his left shoulder.

Craig looked at the two while pointing at Chip, “Did I look like that the other day?”

Both Cindy and Matt grinned and nodded their heads vigorously.

“Other day?” Chip questioned.

“Craig came over to study with me on Monday when you were getting math help.” Matt explained.

“And Cindy was nude then too I take it?” Chip asked.

Cindy nodded before speaking, “I usually don’t wear any clothes in the house anymore just like that dinner we had with you and your mom, Chip; I’ve only worn clothes when you guys have been visiting after school. Like I told Craig Monday, especially after last weekend’s strip show I really don’t see the point any more. There isn’t anything you haven’t seen already. Honestly, I like to be nude.”

Chip nodded, “I have got to get my grades up. I would love to have my mom strolling around just like that. Can I ask a question?”

Cindy smiled, “Sure, but first do any of you want anything to eat or drink?”

While serving the boys’ requests Cindy smiled at Chip, “So what’s your question?”

Chip blushed slightly, “Now my mom has offered nudity and sex with her deal. If you don’t mind my asking, I’m curious, are you just nude or do you three do stuff all the time like the other night?”

Cindy grinned, “Usually, I’m just nude. Believe it or not technically I’m still a virgin.”

She laughed at the stunned faces on the two visitors. “I’m serious. Sure, I’ve done some things with both Matt and his mom, but Matt and I haven’t done it yet. Honestly, it’s all been oral. Matt is my first boyfriend; I’ve never been even remotely with someone else before this.”

Craig shook his head, “But you seem so natural at this just like Matt’s mom and frankly my mom too.”

Chip laughed, “Oh my mom has been amazing me at how wild she can be. I would’ve never guessed that in a million years.”

Matt smiled as he noticed Cindy rub her fingers over her hardened nipples unconsciously.

Cindy looked at the boys, “This is all new to me, but I can’t even begin to describe how wonderful it all feels. It’s amazing. It’s very, very addictive. I find myself wanting more and more and more. Each time I do something new it’s even more amazing than I imagined. I’m so glad I have Matt’s mom to help me keep a perspective but still free enough to do things within reason. I love doing what I’m doing -every bit of it, but I have to have feelings for the person like I do with Matt and his mom and with you guys. I could never do something nor want to with a stranger unless it was just dealing with me being naked on display. That is a wild thought.”

It took the boys awhile before they were able to take their eyes off of Cindy and back to the cards on the table.

“Matt? Can I borrow you for a moment?” Cindy asked before heading back to her room.

Matt smiled at his two friends, “Be right back.”

Chip eryaman escort and Craig watched grinning as he ran down the hall. Craig turned to Chip, “Should we play a duel ourselves or wait for him?”

Chip nodded his head, “Sure, why not? I think he is going to be a while. Lucky guy.”

Matt walked into to Cindy’s room shutting the door behind him before turning to the practically bouncing girl in the middle of the room.

With a knowing smirk, Matt drawled out a ‘yyeeeeessssss?”

Cindy smiled as she trembled, “I am soooooo fucking worked up right now. I keep picturing you three sitting at the table with Sue and Kim under it giving all of you blow jobs and then my mind keeps switching it to me.”

Matt went over to Cindy and wrapped his arms around her. “I know I don’t mind the idea, and I guarantee that Craig and Chip won’t mind at all either.”

“I’ve only done things with you and mom,” Cindy responded.

“No, you made Chip cum from your hand while my mom sucked Craig right next to you,” Matt corrected.

Cindy chuckled shaking her head, “You’re right. I forgot all about that.”

“I believe you just said that you have feelings from them as well,” Matt added.

Cindy gave a shy smile, “I do. Nothing even remotely like what I feel for you and mom. But Chip in particular, I do like him a lot. He’s sweet and funny.”

Matt hugged Cindy tight chuckling at the feel of her rubbing her sensitive nipples across his rough flannel shirt.

“Sweetheart. You never get upset with my ‘doing stuff’ with the other moms. In fact you encourage me and attacked me as I was telling you all the details of the card game you so well remember. Why?”

“Well, because it brings you so much pleasure which makes me very happy as well. I told you, I’m getting very addicted to sex,” Cindy answered.

Matt pushed Cindy back while still holding her to look into her eyes, “Seriously, fair is fair. I understand completely. I will never push you and want you to do only what makes you feel comfortable doing. Answer me honestly, do you want to ‘do stuff’ with us right now under the table?”

Matt chuckled as he watched the scarlet hue appear on her collarbone to spread up her neck and down onto her breasts with their hard nipples. She ducked her head.

Quietly she answered, “Yes.”

“Okay then,” Matt nodded. “Do what you want to do and what makes you comfortable.”

A red faced Cindy looked up into Matt’s eyes, “You don’t mind?”

Matt laughed and pulled her back into his arms hugging her tight, “Are you kidding? You forget I’m my mother’s son. Not only don’t I mind but the idea turns me on a lot.”

Cindy reached down to grasp the hard flesh encased in his jeans.

She giggled, “Oh, my. I guess you do like the idea a lot.”

They pushed into each other, kissing deeply.

Matt leaned back, “I better get back to Craig and Chip before they give up and leave. Look, sweetheart. You do what you want. You come out and play with us fine. You don’t, fine. I want you happy. That’s what makes me happy.”

Cindy grabbed Matt again and hugged him burrowing her face into his chest, “God, I love you so much.”

After about a minute a grinning Matt came back rubbing his hands together, “Alright, let’s duel.”

After several rounds Craig groaned, “Can’t I get any land at all? You guys are killing me, and I have nothing on the table,”

“That’s too bad because I have a surprise for the winner,” Cindy told them as she walked back into the room.

Even Craig’s mouth opened this time at the sight of the still nude Cindy with an added chain suspended from clamps hooked to her nipples.

“Wow,” Chip said.

Cindy twirled the chain around her index finger as she leaned into Matt’s side. “Do you like it? I just got it this week at Dreamland.”

Chip answered, “That is incredibly sexy. Does it hurt, hanging from your nipples?”

Cindy pulled the chain out which caused her nipples to extend out, “Not this kind. These give me a pleasant achy feeling. When I take them off that can hurt a bit especially the longer I keep them on. I’m not one for pain so I don’t wear them all the time or for that long either.”

Craig looked at Cindy and then at Matt and back to Cindy again, “Would you mind if I got a close look at that chain? That is so sexy.”

Cindy looked down at Matt before walking over to Craig. She leaned down towards the seating boy. The chain swung out from her body towards Craig who reached out and caught it. He let his fingers slide up and down its length. He let it slip into his fingers and then pulled it slightly out from Cindy causing her nipples to pull out from her breasts.

“Oohhh, that feels nice,” Cindy moaned.

“Thanks, Cindy; that is so sexy on you.” Craig looked over at Chip as he left the chain go to sway back and forth suspended between Cindy’s breasts.

Cindy walked over so Chip to get a turn to run his fingers up and down the length of the chain and to pull on it causing Cindy’s hard nipples to pull out making her hiss escort eryaman in pleasure.

Chip smiled, “Cool, Uh that’s a great surprise.”

Cindy smiled broader, “Uh no, the clamps are to get me all worked up. I checked with Matt, and he’s fine with me sucking off the winner.”

Craig’s mouth dropped even more, “Are you kidding me?”

Matt had his usual huge Cheshire cat grin on his face, “I’ve been doing anything and everything with all three of our moms just like you two have been as well; why shouldn’t Cindy be able to have any fun that she wants as well.”

Cindy smiled at Matt and then at the other two grinning boys, “Now this is not going to be a free-for-all orgy like your last card game with Sue and Kim, believe me I’ve heard all the details; I want to ease in slowly. Blow jobs only today I’m afraid. Don’t forget I really am still a virgin. But you can expect I’ll probably be nude whenever you are around in the future, and I may or may not want to be play. Just ask me and Matt. I’ll never do anything behind Matt’s back, but as long as he’s okay with things I want to have fun. So are you guys going to finish your game so I have a winner to treat or not?”

“Come on guys, let’s get back to the game, I’ve got a great chance on this one,” Chip said.

The other three laughed and the duel continued.

Sure enough Chip came up with the victory first taking out Craig who continued to have a problem drawing land and then knocking Matt out with a well played spell followed by creature attacks.

Cindy looked at the three smirking boys, “Go ahead, don’t mind me; keep playing.” She dropped down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table.

As the three pulled their cards together and shuffled them they could hear a faint zipping sound and some rustling before Chip shifted in his seat and groaned.

Craig and Matt chuckled before Craig spoke, “Any bets Chip won’t be able to concentrate and win this round?”

Matt laughed, “Even if you don’t get any land again this time.”

Beneath the table Cindy pulled off of Chip’s exposed flesh. She turned her head and reached out to rub Craig’s obvious bulge in his pants. As she pressed down hard on Craig’s groin she leaned back down closing her lips over the head of Chips’ cock and let her mouth glide down the length of his stalk. It felt so different from Matt’s which excited her. Cindy loved Matt’s cock, it was smooth and firm and a comfortable size. Chip had a nice cock but it was quite a bit bigger than Matt’s.

Craig squirmed in his chair, “Hey not that I’m complaining, but I think Cindy is helping you to win.”

Matt leaned over and looked under the table to see his nude girlfriend from behind bobbing up and down on Chip while rubbing Craig. He smirked at the sight before getting back up to concentrate on out dueling his distracted friends.

Cindy felt Chip shift and start to push himself into her mouth harder and slowly picked up speed. The boys could hear the wet sounds from Cindy’s sucking and the increasing volume of Chip’s groans. Cards forgotten, Chip brought his hands down to hold Cindy’s head and guide her on his cock faster until he quivered and came in her mouth. Cindy took her hand from Craig’s lap and used both to hold onto Chip’s thighs as he came. When he stopped, she licked around the wet flesh before tucking him back in and zipping his pants back up.

Her hand reached up from under the table, “Napkin please.”

The boys laughed as Craig handed her the napkin.

Cindy cleaned the semen that had spilled from her mouth onto Chip’s lap and the floor.

She crawled back up from under the table and looked around at the three boys with a grin on her face.

Chip looked at her with a flushed face, “Thank you.”

Cindy smiled shyly and blushed, “You’re welcome.”

She walked over to a cabinet opening it causing a garbage bin to glide out on rollers. She threw out the wadded napkin then turned to the refrigerator and grabbed a soda. As she held the door open she looked back at the three boys staring at her, “Anyone want a drink?”

After all three shook their heads, Cindy closed the door, popped her soda open and took a swig. She walked over to Matt and kissed him. “Are you winning?”

Matt chuckled, “Looks like it.”

“Okay, well you can collect your prize later. Call me if somebody else wins.” She kissed Matt again and padded down the hall to her room.

After the round that Matt did end up winning, the boys collected up their cards and went into Matt’s room to grab their bags and coats.

The three stood outside of Cindy’s closed door and knocked. After a moment a flushed Cindy opened the door to peer out at the three.

Chip spoke first, “I wanted to say thank you again and good bye.”

Cindy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “You are very welcome. It really was my pleasure.”

She stepped out of the room and hooked her arm around Matt’s. The four turned back toward the front door.

Cindy stayed by Matt’s side and waved as Craig and Chip eryaman escort bayan headed down the sidewalk and the street to their own houses.

Matt turned to Cindy, “Did you get to finish what you were…ah…doing?” he smirked.

Cindy punched him in the arm, “Not yet; care to join me?” Matt laughed, held her hand and followed her as she pranced down the hall.

Matt laughed even louder at the sight of the wet rubber dildo lying on the middle of her bed. Cindy punched him in the arm again and climbed on the bed on her hands and knees. Her back legs hung off the bed as she picked the dildo up and brought it back to her sex and pushed it into herself. She let her hand guide the fake cock back and forth a bit before she swung her head around and stared at Matt. “Feel free to use your fingers on my ass. After all, I assume you won the last game, so you deserve a prize.”

Matt grinned and sat next to the rocking girl. He put his hands on the smooth flesh of her hips and ran them over her skin. He leaned forward and licked the skin on the crease of her back that led to her ass. He let his tongue run through the groove down to her ass. He alternated between licking and kissing her flesh.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” Cindy groaned before gasping as Matt slid his finger over her puckered flesh before pushing it into her. She held still as he slowly sank his finger into her. As he started to push back and forth she began her thrusts with the dildo again. The two matched their rhythm over and over and then faster until Cindy shook and yelled as she had her orgasm.

As she fell forward Matt’s finger slid from her. Matt crawled up and lay next to the sweaty girl cuddling her. They kissed softly.

After lying for a while in each other’s’ arms, Cindy looked into Matt’s eyes, “Still want to attack your mom tonight?”

Matt laughed and kissed his grinning girlfriend again, “God, I love you.”

Diana locked the door on the last of the four banks she had to close that night. She waved to the two tellers as they strolled off to their cars. Diana went over to her car and flipped open her phone.

She smiled when she heard Matt’s voice, “Hi sweetie. You and Cindy up for Chinese take-out tonight? I just finished so I’ll be home in just a bit.” She called and ordered the Chinese, snapped her phone shut and got into her car.

Soon she was staring at the large orange goldfish swimming in the hundred gallon tank near the counter of the Chinese restaurant waiting for her food.

“Excuse me, you’re Mrs. Hughes, aren’t you?”

Di turned to see two women standing near her, one with her back to them, leaning over the counter signing a credit card receipt. The other woman, a smiling, very fit blonde took a step forward and held out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Stephanie,” the woman spoke as the two shook hands.

The other woman finished her transaction and turned back toward the two women. She put one hand on the shoulder of the blonde and held her hand out, “I’m Gwen.”

Diana looked at the two middle aged women, “Hi Gwen and Stephanie; Please call me Diana. I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

Stephanie shook her head causing her medium length hair to swirl around her face and shoulders, “I’d be surprised if you did. We don’t get out too much, and we only just moved in the neighborhood back in October. I just knew your name from your mailbox.”

Diana smiled, “Oh jeez, what kind of a neighbor am I! Of course, you’re the two sisters that moved into the old Hollister place.”

Gwen nodded, “Still Hollister place, just hopefully not so old anymore.”

Stephanie laughed, “James Hollister was our uncle. He left the place to us in his will. It just took us awhile before we could leave Philadelphia.”

Gwen continued, “Perfect timing I know, we settle in just as everybody hibernates.”

Diana nodded, “I’m definitely a sun bunny at heart, so yeah I pretty much hibernate all winter. But it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Stephanie smirked, “Well, the neighborhood has certainly been coming awake lately. I’ve been seeing a lot of you and your two kids as well as a couple of the other families in the neighborhood.”

Diana nodded, “That’s my son Matt and his girlfriend, Cindy.”

Gwen added, “They seem like very fun kids.”

Diana nodded again, “They’re great.”

As the woman at the counter returned with a couple of white plastic bags, Gwen looked at her sister, “Looks like Diana’s food is here. It’s late; you must be starving, we should let you go and eat.”

Diana stepped toward the counter but put her hand on Stephanie’s elbow, “I’m so glad you introduced yourselves. Please stop by some time.”

The two women waved and walked out of the restaurant holding hands.

Diana watched them go then turned to get her own food.

Soon Diana was walking into the house through the garage door. She smiled at the sound of loud music coming from down the hall. She put the bags on the kitchen counter and walked to the open door to Matt’s room. She saw him sitting at his desk playing a computer game while Cindy was on his bed reading.

“Hey kids! Food’s here.” Diana’s smile got broader as Cindy closed her book and jumped up to hug her. Matt turned his head and smiled, “Hey mom. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes. Let me finish up here and say goodbye to Craig, Chip and the others.”

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Janey raised her head, straining up, and stared at her brother, Timmy, through the valley between her big boobs and over the riot of auburn hair atop on her mound. What a pretty face, I thought, again. Those dark bangs over her wide eyes, the cute uplifted nose, the generous mouth. I was amazed she even had heard Debbie ask Timmy what he wanted to do. I mean, she was moaning like a lost soul as Debbie’s long slim fingers kept tickling her outsized, swollen clit—never letting her climax.

But yeah, she had heard. “Timmy,” she commanded, her voice strong, but strained by her neck’s position, “don’t you touch me. I’m your sister. Did you forget that?”

“What about what you did to my nuts?” asked Timmy tonelessly.

“Don’t touch me,” said Janey with finality.

Timmy looked right back at her and reached out as though to a keyboard. Debbie took her hand away and Timmy touched Janey’s swollen clit. Still holding her gaze, he moved his fingertips over the long pink tube. He ended by running just the tip of one finger over the pink meat of her thrusting little “penis.” With a long groan, she let her head fall back to the table.

As Timmy tormented the little protrusion, it seemed—impossibly-to push out even farther and drive Janey mad. “Naaaoooh,” she cried. Her fat pubic mound thrust up violently, meeting his touch. Don’t touch your sister my ass.

I don’t mean to interrupt, but right here I had a sudden revelation. Janey didn’t play the prim, stingy virgin to tease the guys. She didn’t dare to turn the key because she knew, once her engine started, she would be helpless—giving it all up, every time, to any guy, because she’d be totally out of control. I mean, even trapped in a shack by five guys and a black whore, and tied down, her lust ruled her. I guess I felt sorry, right then-but what about zapping Timmy’s balls? Where did that come from?

Timmy was bending over now, his face right between the big, pale thighs, and suddenly Janey shrieked so loudly that we all jumped: “What are you doing? NO.”

And then I saw Timmy’s tongue and lips, soft and wet, gliding back and forth over the pink meat that thrust from her clit. I saw his tongue go after it, flick it, make agonizingly slow love to it.

“No, Jesus no, Timmy! Not there! Please, God, not there! No!” Janey went on babbling. But he had no mercy, and soon her pale heavy thighs, and her legs with the sprinkling of freckles, were jerking spasmodically, wantonly thrusting up her cunt to Timmy’s mouth.

It was so obvious to me, now. Janey wasn’t just a bitch. She was a volcano of lust—and she knew it. If kissing, or teasing her boobs, ever had begun, she would have-well, fucked her brains out, eryaman escort helplessly. And so she rejected every advance, as though imperious, removed from it all. But in truth she was terrified she would be fucking, helplessly, with all comers, with all the consequences…

Suddenly, Timmy yelled, “Hey,” and jerked back his face. It was soaking wet, dripping. And a golden stream was shooting out from Janey’s pussy, a stream that seemed to pursue Timmy as he tried to stumble back. “She’s pissing on me,” he yelled, his tone one of shock.

I wondered if Janey meant to do it. The powerful stream arced out almost straight. We were all laughing, Debbie to split a gut. Timmy was not laughing; he was standing staring at his sister’s cunt as though it was a gun.

When I stopped laughing, tears on my cheeks, I heard Timmy asking Debbie, his eyes trying to avoid the high shelf of her breasts with their egregious black nipples, “How can I hurt her, like she hurt my nuts?”

“Yo cain’t,” said Debbie. “Nothing you can do to a woman is agonizin’ like what she done to your balls. There ain’t no pain like it. And all the time you wondering if you goin’ to be unmanned.”

Timmy nodded slowly. “Still,” he said, “what can I do?”

“Hold it,” said Debbie, and she stepped quickly into what seemed to be her bedroom, calling, “You kin try this…”

When she came out, I said, “Oh shit, that’s a stun gun.”

“That’s correct,” said Debbie. “A guy came down here once wantin’ to use it on me and fool that I am I let him tie me up. I didn’t know what the damn thing was, back then.”

She shook her head, looking down at the stun gun. “First, he zapped my tits and I screamed my head off—an’ I don’ do that. I was beggin’ him, babblin’ like a baby, sayin’ anything…” She paused. “Well, that’s enough.” I can’t tell you what happened. I passed out maybe six times. That’s what I had prayed to do, along with prayin’ to die.”

She looked at us and added, after a moment. “He shoved it right into my fur, my slit.” And after a moment, she said: “Anyway, that gentlemen isn’t with us, anymore. And I have this for self-protection.”

Timmy held out his hand. “Give it to me. This is the trigger? And this is what I touch on her?”

“Nope,” said Debbie. “I’m goin’ to let you use it when you see for yourself how it feels.” She looked up at us. Of the four of us, I was the only one who had even touched Janey, so far. The rest were spectators.

Debbie said, “Take hold of him and turn him around.”

Actually, Timmy didn’t resist, at first. We had his arms held tight and his backside turned to Debbie. She knelt down behind him and reached escort eryaman around his waist, opening his belt.

“No,” gasped Timmy trying to jerk away.

Debbie laughed. “What? You don’t even want us to see your dick?” But by then, she had hauled his pants and underwear down to the floor and stepped his feet out of them. I glanced down. Timmy’s prick was like a Billy Club, only so red it almost was purple. The foreskin had withdrawn far back, so his meat glistened, standing erect like a soldier at attention.

“No,” he said, “No…” and he was straining to look over his shoulder. Debbie, still on her knees, was slowly rubbing her titties back and forth across his legs; her hand came around him and took hold of his cock. She was tickling his butt with her tongue.

“Oh, God,” her murmured.

She said, “Okay, here it comes,” and, before he could protest, I saw her touch the stun gun’s wand to his butt.

I am at a loss for words, here. Timmy’s cry was nothing human, at least nothing I ever heard. There’s some kind of myth, I thought, about people in emergencies doing things beyond their ordinary strength. Well, sure enough, it took four of us, straining, to hold him.

Then, Debbie stuck the wand into his crack, not all the way, obviously, just a quick in and out. After that, we were holding a limp sack of quivering flesh that only could whimper and plead.

“Okay, turn him ’round this way,” commanded Debbie. We did, so that Timmy was facing her, still held tight from behind, his dick now totally flaccid, dangling like a seriously overcooked noodle.

Debbie moved the wand toward him, toward the head of his cock. She asked, “Should I do it, here?”

Timmy rammed his body back into us, shoving all four of us back in his spasm of terror, pulling away from the thing, and his scream was high pitched, a Banshee cry…

“No?” asked Debbie calmly. “Then don’t go sticking this on your sister’s pussy, you hear me?”

Timmy’s cry was incoherent, so I can’t report what he said.

Then Debbie asked, “Here?” and she touched the wand to his belly a few inches from his prick. Timmy suddenly went into dry heaves, choking, his body in our grip bent far, far over, as though to protect his privates. He wasn’t yelling because he had the heaves.

Let me skip a little here, until Timmy recovered. It took at least 10 minutes before he was even calm enough to hear what Debbie said. By then, he was just whimpering.

Debbie held up the stun gun and Timmy screamed, but all she asked was “Do you want to use this on your sister?”

From the table came a long, drawn out, “Nooooo… please? Noooo?”

“Yes, I do,” eryaman escort bayan said Timmy, but it was almost a whisper. “I want to do her. But not between her legs.”

And then, Janey amazed me. She was less afraid of the stun gun than of being titillated on her most sensitive parts. Debbie handed Timmy the gun and he stepped to the table, looking down at Janey.

She only said, “Now I get it in the tits? Is that it, Timmy?”

She added, “I thought you loved my boobs?”

In reply, Timmy reached out with the silver metal of the wand and put it on one of Janey’s big nipples. He pulled the trigger.

Janey’s body went rigid, as though electrocuted. Her teeth bit into her lower lip and her eyes, incredibly wide, looked wild with terror. But…she made not a sound.

“Stop,” snapped Debbie and grabbed the wand, pulling it away. “You just touch her with it.”

Timmy nodded and Debbie released the stun gun to him. He stood for a moment, gazing at Janey’s body, laid out like some lush present, the curves and mounds and lines with that perfection that we experience only in looking at the body of the opposite sex.

Then, he leaned slightly forward, reaching out, and touched the wand to her navel. Janey’s hips jerked, heaving, and the big, fleshy boobs seemed to shake on their own, like Jell-O. Now, she gave a long, low cry of despair.

It was only a touch. Timmy paused just a moment, then touched the silver wand to one side Jamey’s crotch where the thick flesh with the dark stubs of clipped hair was stretched back to expose secrets of the pussy. Finally, I guess he got what he wanted. Janey screeched as he touched her; I just can’t tell you what high note she hit.

Even when he had pulled it away, she was babbling, pleading, and saying everything, anything, to make him stop. I figured he had gotten what he wanted. I mean, except that when she zapped Timmy’s nuts, his agony continued for hours…

“Okay, give over,” Debbie demanded. “That’s enough.” And Timmy quickly complied. She turned to us, “Anyone here curious what it would be like on the tip of yo’ dick—just real quick?”

There were no takers.

“Okay,” said Debbie. “You all standin’ there with baseball bats up touching your belly buttons. Well, she all yours…” and she waved an invitation at Jamey offered naked body.

The four of us looked at each other.

Ernie spoke first. “I just want to stick it in her and fuck her. That’s all. I’m totally on fire, right now.” I could see from his cock that he was indeed. The thing was arched back in a curve and slightly quivering. You don’t get harder than that. He went and stood between Janey’s invitingly wrenched apart thighs. He took his cock in his hand and had to push it down to get it at the level of her cunt. Then, he looked up, a moment, into her face.

“I’m a virgin, you know,” said Janey matter-of-factly. “I don’t suppose that matters since this is a gangbang… This is how I’m going to lose it?”

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I was standing in the bathroom, shocked, just trying to figure out what had happened. I mean, not only had my son pulled out his penis for me to inspect, but it had turned me on. I mean he had the largest cock I had ever seen, and then when I touched it to get a better look at his monster engorged member, he came all over me. I inspected myself more closely in the mirror. There were gobs of cum on my cheek, a big glob of it was dripping from my chin. It felt strange but I didn’t want to wipe it off, I just watched it stretch down toward the sink. I just couldn’t get over it, my own son came on my face, and my shirt and my cleavage. It will take some work to get it off of my blouse. The off-white semen really stood out against the silk forest green blouse I was wearing. I’ve never seen a load so thick and huge.

The glob from my chin was about to drip into the sink. I wondered what my son’s cum tasted like? With my index and middle finger I swiped off a large swath of his seed and stared at it. My curiosity was too strong, so i scooped what was on my chin and cheek up with my hand and put in in my mouth. It’s like a warm oyster. I savored it for a moment and the slurped it down.

I smelled my fingers has a faint smell of ammonia, but also a sweet smell to it too. I lick my fingers clean and then take another swipe with two fingers across my breast and greedily suck the cum off of them.

I wanted to be so close to my son. I had just held his huge throbbing member in my hand and he had cum in my face and on my chest, and now I have ingested his very seed. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I thought about him. His dick was so big and thick, I could only imagine what it would feel like stretching my tight underused pussy. I could really feel the juices flowing. I slipped my fingers underneath my skirt and under the band of my panties. I felt my own soft hair down there and then traveled further to my puffy labia. Hmmm it was ready down there. I used my free hand to try to wipe more cum from my face and chest, so that I could smell the bitter sweet aroma of my son as I masturbated. I brought myself to orgasm as soon as I put my finger to my nose.

I couldn’t wait to see him again in the morning. I knew it could be awkward, but i was so excited to think of this new aspect of our relationship.

When he came down for breakfast the next day. He wouldn’t look at me.

“Josh, what are your plans today?” I was hoping he didn’t have any outside plans, and maybe he and I would be home by ourselves today.

“I’m just going out.”

“You are going out? Do you have job interview?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, I’m just going out,” he answered.

“Does this have anything to do with yesterday, with the accident that you had on Mommy?” I said. I tried to give him a sexy but comically funny look, to let him know that it was all right that he had exposed himself to me and then “accidentally” come all over me.

I must have hit a sore spot because he got up to leave and started walking out the door. I jumped up out of my seat and grabbed him by the arm. Something in me snapped a little too, and I went into full momma bear mode, “You eryaman escort aren’t going to walk away from me like that, I’m still your mother.”

He looked me straight in the eye and said, “I will do whatever I want. I don’t have any respect for you anymore.”

“What did you say young man?” I was indignant.

“You heard me. I came all over your face and I don’t respect you anymore. I want to be left alone.”

“Well, I never…” I started to say, but then he left.

He came back later that afternoon, but I didn’t have a chance to talk with him. That evening at the dinner table he was acting very hostile towards his father too. Josh was being short with him and not looking him in the eyes. It was as if he didn’t respect him either. Yes, Joshua’s cock was twice the size of his father’s and yes, I told him that when he pulled his pants down in front of me, but something was going to have to give.

I resolved that this momma bear was going to put her bear cub back in his place.

His father and I went back to the bedroom that evening, and I started to develop a plan. I was going to fuck my husband and make my son jealous. It wasn’t hard to get my husband hard and ready. I reached down and grabbed his average-at-best cock and gave him a blowjob. I was of course thinking of Josh the entire time. I had held his cock in my hand, but I wondered what it would be like to have it stretch my lips and throat.

I turned around for my husband and pulled my pants and underwear down and guided his cock into me. It was a below average fuck for sure but it was getting him off. For my plan to work, I had to have my husband cum on me. I could tell that it was about time by the grunts so I flipped around quickly and pointed his smallish head at my neck and chest. He came, it wasn’t a lot, but you could tell. The cum was on my exposed skin inside the v of my v-neck shirt.

“What was that about,” he asked.

“Oh nothing, I just felt like a little cum tonight. You know me dear, I get a little dirty sometimes.”

He nodded but was completely uninterested now that he had shot his load. I knew he would be asleep in minutes. I walked into our bathroom and pretended to be looking for something. “Oops, it looks like all the towels are gone. I’m going to have to sneak into Josh’s bathroom to look for a towel,” I said. Then I stuck my head back in the door to see his reaction, but sure enough he was sleeping.

I eased out of the bedroom door, and went upstairs to Josh’s bathroom. When I entered I made sure that I made enough noise that Josh would know someone was in here. A minute later the door cracked open.

“What are you doing in my bathroom?

“Young man, this is my house and I will go where I please,” I don’t think he was expecting that tone of voice. He opened the door a little bit further and peeked his head in.

“Come in here right now, I told him,” and he did, he came into the bathroom, “now close the door behind you.”

He was looking a little bewildered, he immediately looked at my deep v-necked shirt and the small amount of cum I had there.

“Josh, do you see this semen all over my chest? escort eryaman This is a real man’s semen. I’m your father’s now. He has marked me with his seed.”

Josh looked hurt and confused. He did care! I knew that he did! he just had a bunch of conflicting emotions, which is understandable. I still had to push him, to goad him, into acknowledging his primal instincts toward me. “That’s right son, your father fucked me just a minute ago, not 20 feet from where we are now, and then I took his cock in my mouth and then he cam on my neck and cleavage .”

Josh was just staring in shock.

“It’s called a pearl necklace. Do you like it? It was your father’s gift to me. It’s what a real man gives his woman.”

Josh stalked up to me and grabbed me by both shoulders and pulled up against him. My bare tits rubbing against his shirt and the cum on my upper chest and neck just centimeters from him.

“If I remember right,” Josh said, “I gave you a lot more than that woman!”

Fantastic! He was fighting back! His instincts were kicking in. I had to make him want to take me, make me his!

“All I remember is a little boy who came as soon as his mommy touched him. A real man can last as long as he wants and comes where and when he wants.”

“Oh yeah?” he replied, “What about this, does this belong to a real man?” he asked as he pulled out his cock.

He had been holding me close, so I had to pull when he pulled out his member. I was just as amazed this time as I was the last, except this time his cock was mostly flaccid. Still it was larger than his father’s erect penis.

“I thought you didn’t respect me, sure seems like you are trying to earn my respect now, pulling out that thick cock of yours.”

“I don’t have to respect you,” he said as he grabbed his member, the one eyed monster staring right at me. “I have to own you. I want you to be mine and only mine.”

He then began to stroke his cock a few times and it began to fill out to it’s full enormous size. He then walked up to me, and pushed me down. I thought he was going to make me service him orally, but he did something very unexpected.

I couldn’t believe it, he was using his own huge cock to wipe off all of his dad’s semen on my chest and neck. He was using it like some sort of window wiper, going steadily from one side of my chest to the other, he then would flick his dick so the excess cum flew into the bathtub behind me. I had never been so turned on in my life. I had never had something so primal and base done too me. I felt like a wild animal ready to fuck my conquering male.

“If you want this big dick any more, I don’t want you to have his semen in you or on you.” I nodded my head vigorously. Here was my golden son in front of me, waving his huge dick across my body, flinging all of the inferior semen off of me and telling me that I could no longer have intercourse with his father.

“You can jerk him off if you have to, but do not get his semen on you. Because you belong to me.”

I still had a card to play and I played it, “If you are such a big man, then take me. I fucked your father tonight, and honestly I barely eryaman escort bayan felt it. If you want me to be yours, you are going to have to fuck me into it.” When I said that, he grabbed me by the shoulders again and spun me around. He yanked my underwear off of my ass and down to my knees, since I was on all fours now. He swung his log and started whacking in me on my butt cheeks and thighs.

“Spread your legs mom, are you ready for this.”

“Make me yours, big man,” I said.

With that he shoved his cock into my pussy. I was dripping wet and had already had sex once, but I still wasn’t prepared for that. He was by far the biggest man I had ever had. I yelped and arched my back to try to accommodate his size. “Oh God,” I yelled.

“Yes,” Josh answered.

“Oh God, put it all in.”

I couldn’t believe how far his cock was going inside of me I had never felt anything like it before. His father only made it an inch or two in, but here Josh was hitting my cervix. It was extremely uncomfortable but exhilarating to know I was being dominated by someone with such animal instincts. He was fucking me hard and good. He reached up and played with my tits, he really pushed in far when he was doing that. With each long thrust I could feel my over stretched pussy aching to accommodate my sons manhood. I came the first time within a minute. He kept fucking me with long hard strokes, and it wasn’t long at all before I came for the second time. I knew he didn’t know much about such things, it was just all instinctual at this point.

“You just made your mommy come twice,” I told him.

“Good I want your body to know what your mind is learning, that I’m the alpha male around here now.”

When he said that with such a deep voice, I came again. I convulsed heavily and I could tell he was getting close to.

He pulled out and grabbed my chin with his hand and brought my head up to look at him. “I’m going to cum across your forehead, I’m going to give you all of my cum. I want you to rub it into your cheeks, your chin, your nose. I want you to rub it in like a face wash. I want you to rub my cum on your neck and on your chest. I want you to have me all over you, so that everyone will know your mine.”

It was such a wonderful idea, it was exactly what I wanted.

“You might go downstairs and sleep with dad, but you are going to be covered in me in my seed.”

I nodded vigorously.

Then he pulled my face into his crotch. My nose was shoved into the base of his cock and my my tongue began to greedily lick his balls. His cock was so big I know I went cross-eyed looking at the shaft, which cleared my forehead by quite a bit. Then he pulled my head back and began shooting all over my forehead. Right away some got in my eyes and some in my hair. Two things I would have been furious if it were anyone else. But it was my son and he had such a dominating cock I couldn’t help but be thrilled by anything and everything he saw fit to do to me.”

Go on, go downstairs, cuddle up with dad, with my cum all over your face. But know that you are mine now.”

I stood up and smiled at him. I couldn’t help but be proud. Proud of his big dick that I knew would please many women, and proud of his take-charge attitude. It turns out the momma bear was put in her place by her grown up cub after all. I kissed him. Like a woman kisses a man that she belongs to and followed his instructions and went downstairs to sleep with his father.

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“I hate to add to your burden honey, but there is something else.” Fred looked at her as she continued, “What happened today wasn’t my fault and I fought it as best I could, but in the end I loved it and I want to do it again and again as often as I can.”

“What?” Fred asked, “Fuck black men?”

“No” Mary replied, “I don’t care about color, but I do want a lot of cocks. I’m sorry baby, but I’m afraid your little Mary is hooked on gangbangs.”

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With those words Fred knew that his marriage had changed forever. Whether for better or worse he did not know, but he loved his wife and he was certain she loved him. He had just watched a two hour and twenty minute tape of Mary being fucked by an unknown number of black men and it had turned him on more that he had ever been turned on before in his life. He had almost wished he could have been there and been a part of it and now Mary had informed him that it was going to happen again and he knew he would not let her do it unless he could be there.

“How are you going to arrange it? Its not like you can go to the phone book and find a listing for Studs R Us.”

“Well baby, the tape didn’t show you everything,” Mary said, “In the van on the way back to my car they all fucked me again and I asked them how we could go about doing it again. When they dropped me at my car one of them gave me a name and a phone number and told me if I really wanted to do it again to call that number and someone would get back to me.”

Fred shook his head, “I don’t think that would be a good idea. After all, those men were in the pay of a gangster and what hey did was rape you – even if you did end up loving it.”

Mary thought for a moment and then said, “How about the guys you play poker with? I’ve seen the way they look at me and I’ll bet they would jump at the chance to be able to fuck me.”

“I’m sure they would” said Fred, “but could we trust them to keep quiet about it?”

Mary laughed at that, “Promise them they can eryaman escort have as much of me as they want if only they will keep quiet and they will.”

Fred made a face and said, “Can we be sure of that?”

Mary chuckled, “Honey, believe me, I know the power that pussy has over a dick.”

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But first, Fred had a job to do. He contacted a defense attorney that he knew and asked the man to set up a private meeting with Carlo Mantelli. The meeting took place in the back room of a restaurant in the section of town known as Little Italy. Fred wasted no time in putting his cards on the table.

“I’ve got all I need to put you away for half a dozen different crimes, including the murder of Sam Atkins, and this state has the death penalty for murder. You have a tape that I don’t want to see become public, but I am a sworn officer of the law and I will do my job even if it means the end of my career and forces me and my family to relocate.”

Mantelli started to say something, but Fred held up his hand, “Let me finish. I will bury the murder one charge and take you before the grand jury on the single charge of racketeering. It’s a ten-year beef, but I won’t ask for any particular sentence, I’ll leave it strictly up to the judge. Even if you get the full ten you can still be out in five depending on whether you keep your nose clean while you are inside, but the odds are you’ll get five to seven and be out in three. In exchange you send me all the tapes in existence and see to it that neither my family or I are ever bothered by you again. There is no statute of limitations on murder so if you ever try to get even with me, in anyway whatsoever, I’ll drop it on you and ask for the death penalty.”

He stood up, “I go in front of the grand jury on Friday so I’ll need your answer no later than four o’clock tomorrow afternoon” and he walked out of the room.

He knew that if Mantelli took the deal he had just kissed his headlines goodbye escort eryaman and that would make his run for office a little more difficult, but at least his family would be safe. At one thirty the next afternoon he received a FedEx package and he opened it to find three videotapes. As he stuffed them in his brief case he gave a visible sigh of relief.

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When Fred got home he made sure that Sally wasn’t around before going into the den and popping the tapes into the VCR. The first two were copies of the one that Mary had brought home with her. The third was of footage he hadn’t seen. It picked up where the first tape had left off, with Mary finger fucking herself and asking who was going to be next. Fred watched for an hour as man after man answered her plea. The scene then switched to the interior of a van and again Fred watched, as his lovely wife was a brazen slut for strange men.

He had his cock in his hand and his was stroking himself when Mary came into the room. She stood at his shoulder and watched for a moment bore saying, “I didn’t know they were still shooting in the van.” She moved in front of Fred and knelt down, “Here, let me take care of that” she said as her mouth swallowed his hardness.

Fred lovingly stroked her hair as she sucked his cock. He was watching her bounce up and down on a large black cock buried in her ass as he erupted in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and then licked him clean before she said, “When can I do it again baby?”

Fred bent forward and took her face in his hands and kissed her, “When ever you want to my love.”

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“How are we going to do this baby?” Mary asked on Friday. The bi-weekly poker game was going to be at their house this week and if things went the way Fred thought they might, they would be playing at his house for some time to come, and not necessarily cards. He told her what he had in mind and she turned pale.

“You wouldn’t eryaman escort bayan dare!” she cried.

“Oh yes I would” he replied.

That night, when all six men were present he took them into the den and had them all sit down in front of the TV.

“Tonight” he said, “we are going to have a special presentation and I expect that you will all be glued to your seats, if not sitting on the edge of them” and with that he hit the play button on the VCR. The screen lit up with the picture of Mary being fucked by three men while jacking off a fourth. The tape ran for another twenty minutes and not one man took his eyes off the screen for an instant. At a pre-selected point Fred got up and quietly left the room, returning moments later with Mary. The picture on the screen was Mary fingering herself and asking “who’s next? Somebody please fuck me. Who’s next?”

A naked Mary stepped in front of the six men and said, “You heard the question gentlemen. Who’s it going to be?”

It was six in the morning when the last of the six staggered out the front door. During the night Mary and the six men had duplicated every scene that was on the two tapes and a few that weren’t.

During a lull in the proceedings Fred had made a speech. “Gentlemen, you have been chosen to join a very exclusive little club. The membership is limited to those who are in this room. In addition, you may each chose one man in whom you have the utmost faith and who you trust completely and invite them to join this group. Mary will be available for your enjoyment every Friday from now on and on certain special occasions that will be announced from time to time. Her availability will depend totally on your discretion. If word gets out about what is going on here, not just the person who blabbed, but all of you will be cut off. Are we in agreement?”

A chorus of “hell yes’s” and “damned rights” followed.

Fred walked up the stairs and stopped in the bedroom door to look at Mary, spread out on the bed covered with sweat and cum. She met his eyes and her fingers went down to her pussy. She began to work them in and out and she said, “Next! Who’s next?”

Fred walked toward the bed with a smile on his face, “I believe that would be me!” he said as his body covered hers and his hard cock slid into her sopping wet, cum filled pussy.

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I got off work and called my girlfriend Mary. She asked me to bring home some basil and tomato sauce for dinner. I stopped at the grocery store and got the big container of basil and an extra large can of plain sauce.

While in the store, I ran into a friend of ours, Shari. She was getting beer and was on her way back to her place. I invited her over for dinner and gave her a ride back to our place. On the way, we swung by the liquor store and got a bottle of Bush Mills and a bottle of Grey Goose.

We got back to my place where Mary had already been cooking the ingredients for the sauce. I dumped in the sauce and added some of the basil.

I took about eight basil leaves and put them in a martini shaker with an ice cube. I muddled it until all the basil was broken up. I filled the martini shaker with ice and added the Bush Mills to the top.

I used the strainer and poured three equal drinks. I brought the drinks into the living room and placed them on the coffee table.

We each grabbed a glass and raised it in the air.

“Happy St Patrick’s Day!” I said.

“May I cum twice before you cum once,” Mary added. What a great girlfriend. kızılay escort And she meant it too.

Shari didn’t say anything before she slammed her drink. She set her empty glass on the table and licked her lips. “Can I have another one?”

Mary and I laughed as Shari smirked. She got off the couch and went into the kitchen to make another drink.

Two hours later, the bottle of Bush Mills and the basil were almost gone. The sun had gone down and the night was still young.

I took a Bush Basil shaker drink with me into the shower. Mary and Shari were going through the CD’s and the sauce was still simmering slowly on the stove.

My plan was to use all the hot water and not finish my drink too quickly. Mary came in once to use the bathroom and took a sip off my drink.

She handed it back to me asked me if I was ready for tonight.

“Of course I am.” I said.

She reached up and put her left hand behind my neck and gently kissed me. Her other hand caressed my freshly shaved balls.

She left me standing there in the shower with a rock hard cock and half a drink. I used the rest of the kızılay escort bayan hot water and finished my drink.

Mary and Shari were not in the living room when I got out there. They had put on some crazy Celtic music and lit a bunch of candles.

I walked through the living room with just a towel wrapped around my waist. The bedroom door was cracked open and the black light was turned on.

Shari’s white panties were lit up and her blonde hair glowed in the dim light. She had her head between Mary’s legs.

“Come here,” Mary whispered.

I walked around the side of the bed, slowly running my fingers up Sheri’s leg and over her ass. She twitched as my fingernails ran up her back and into her hair. I gave her head a little push as she licked Mary’s pussy.

Mary reached under my towel and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh. She lightly fingered my balls and then grabbed the base of my cock. I leaned against the side of the bed as she put the tip of my cock in her mouth.

She took it all in and started bobbing her head. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her mouth.

She escort kızlay took it out of her mouth and began stroking the tip of it. She began to moan as Shari licked her pussy harder.

I knew she was about to cum. I’ve heard that moan many times before. I pulled her hand away and put my cock in her mouth halfway. She grabbed Shari’s hair and pulled her head into her pussy.

She moaned on my cock one last time. The vibration made me shoot my load into her throat. Her body convulsed as she came simultaneously.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stroked myself off. She gasped for air as my next load hit her in the cheek. The rest of it dripped onto her shoulder.

Shari took her face out of Mary’s pussy and let her rub out the rest of her orgasm. I licked the cum off Mary’s cheek and kissed her lips. Shari met me at her chin. I backed away as Shari kissed her with her pussy soaked lips.

Mary’s hips moved one last time as she lay there. Her head tipped back as she came one last time.

I moved my hand across Shari’s back. I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her too. I placed my tongue in her mouth and licked the back of her front teeth.

Shari pulled back and said, “Um. I want another shot.” She giggled. It was her favorite phrase. Sexy little drunken fuck.

“Martinis for everyone,” I said.

Shari and I left Mary lying there soaked in cum and pussy juice. We went to the kitchen and opened the Grey Goose.

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Lisa looked at her father across the breakfast table and returned his smile uncertainly. She considered his request quite calmly, surprisingly so she thought, given the nature of that request. After her initial shock, the idea of inserting a finger into her brother’s anus to help him ejaculate the maximum possible amount of semen into her mother’s mouth was becoming extremely enticing.

“All right, I’ll do it,” she murmured at last, casting a fleeting glance at her brother before shyly looking downwards.

“There’s no point in trying to sound reluctant about it, Lisa,” said David mockingly. “We all know you’re dying to finger my arsehole.”

Lisa poked her tongue out at her brother. “Don’t kid yourself! I’m going to do it to help mum out, that’s all.”

“In that case, darling,” said Helen, “would you mind stripping down to your underwear before we make a start? I’ve never understood why you have to wear such unflattering clothes. You have such a lovely body, when you choose to show it off.”

“I’m way too skinny, Mum!” Lisa wailed. “Please don’t make me take my clothes off!”

“Your mother and I would never try to make you do anything you don’t want to, Lisa,” said Peter soothingly. “Couldn’t you at least take that horrible, baggy tee-shirt off, if only to please me?”

“All right, Daddy,” agreed Lisa, as usual unable to resist her father’s blandishments. She hesitantly pulled the tee-shirt over her head to reveal her small but pert breasts, covered by a white, lacy bra.

David whistled appreciatively.

“There’s no need to be sarcastic!” cried Lisa, glaring at her brother.

“I’m not being sarcastic, idiot! You’ve got a great pair of tits! God knows why you insist on hiding them away.”

“I thought you preferred the more voluptuous figure, like that slag you used to go out with, Tracey Grant?”

“Tracey was certainly free with her sexual favours,” said David with a grin. “I’ll admit I was fascinated by her big, bouncy knockers, but I was a callow youth then. I think you have a much sexier figure than Tracey Grant, I swear to God!”

Lisa gave her brother one of her sweetest smiles, loving the way his eyes lingered on her breasts. She didn’t doubt now that he found her sexually attractive and that boosted her self-confidence to no small extent.

“Come on, Lisa,” urged her father. “Slip your jeans off now. Don’t be shy, girl!”

“Yeh, sis, get ‘em off,” David said. “Let’s have a good look at your sexy ass.”

Lisa rose from the table and stepped out of her loose-fitting denims. Her brief knickers, which matched her bra, emphasized the alluring curves of her firm buttocks, and immediately drew David’s eye.

“Wasn’t I right, Dad? Doesn’t Lisa have an absolutely fantastic arse?”

“You’re not wrong there, boy. Gorgeous, just like her mother’s!”

“Aren’t we lucky to have two hot bitches in the family?”

“David!” said Helen with a smile. “Perhaps your sister doesn’t appreciate being referred to as a hot bitch by her brother.”

“Oh yes, I do!” said Lisa emphatically, to general laughter.

“I’m getting hard just looking at you, sis,” David moaned.

“It’s time we stepped into the living room, then,” suggested Helen. “Assuming, that is, David, that you’re still willing to fill my mouth with your delectable cum?”

“Your assumption is correct, mother dear. By the way, I’m also more than willing to fill your slutty cunt with my delectable cum, whenever you so desire.”

“All in good time, David,” said his father. “Your mother’s slutty cunt, as you so charmingly refer to it, will eventually be yours to use in any way you wish. Remember that patience is a virtue.”

“Anything you say, Dad.”

David happily accepted that, for the time being, intimacy between himself and his mother would be supervised by his father. He didn’t find this at all inhibiting, realizing that the buildup of anticipatory erotic tension as he waited for permission to fuck Helen would hugely increase his pleasure when that permission was finally granted.

Helen, of course, wasn’t asked for her own permission, nor would she have expected to be. She simply yearned to pleasure, and be pleasured by, her husband and son, in whichever way they saw fit. And, despite having never previously felt sexually attracted to other women, she was beginning to experience desires for her daughter which daily became stronger.

“On your knees, woman!” David ordered with mock severity as he followed his mother into the living room.

Helen obeyed her son’s instruction without demur, helping him to remove his trousers and underpants as he stood before her. Gently stroking his semi-erect shaft, she softly sucked up the precum seeping from his piss slit.

“Take it easy, Mom!” cautioned David. “I don’t want to cum too soon. The longer I can hold on, the better.”

Lisa slipped to the floor by her brother’s side and, encouraged by her father, hesitantly fondled his firm buttocks.

“That’s the way, sweetheart! Spit on your finger now and see if you can kızılay escort push it into David’s bumhole.”

Lisa obediently dribbled saliva on to her index finger and, gingerly sliding it between her brother’s bum cheeks, felt for his anus. A girl of hitherto limited sexual experience, she found the lasciviousness of the whole situation to be extremely arousing.

As she eased her spit-smeared finger into the tight grip of David’s anal sphincter, she noted how her mother was cleverly stimulating him to the utmost. One hand wanked his turgid shaft, the other fondling his cum-heavy balls, while she ran the tip of her tongue along the ridge of his swollen glans.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, Lisa!” moaned David as his sister, growing in confidence, probed more deeply into his rectum and began to finger-fuck his arse with an almost gleeful enthusiasm.

For Lisa, the most emotional aspect of the whole experience was when her brother tenderly stroked her hair and face, softly brushing his fingers against her lips. Instinctively, she took the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them wetly, her own finger now pistoning rapidly into David’s sticky arsehole.

“Give it me harder, Lisa, you dirty slut!” begged David as he sensed himself swiftly approaching an intense climax.

As she vigorously sought to do so, Lisa’s finger slipped from her brother’s anus. In the grip of an erotic excitement such as she had never experienced before, she twisted her ring finger aound it and fiercely jabbed both digits into the hot, velvety confines of David’s bowels.

“Oh, you sweet, sweet bitch!” yelped David as his sister’s stabbing fingers drove him ever nearer to a searing orgasm.

Helen, in her turn, wanked her son’s cock with increasing energy until she sensed that he was on the brink of cumming. Opening her mouth widely, she suddenly felt the engorged shaft spasm as pulsing spurts of creamy semen shot between her lips.

“Don’t swallow yet, darling!” warned Peter as his son let out a protracted groan of blissful satisfaction.

Helen tilted her head back and proudly showed her husband and son the gooey mess in the back of her throat before, with Peter’s permission, swallowing it down with gusto.

“Your spunk is absolutely delicious, David!” she enthused. “Thank you for giving me a really good mouthful. You played your part well, also, Lisa. I must say that it was lovely to see you fingering your brother’s bottom with so much enthusiasm!”

“Dirty little slut!” said David affectionately, pulling his sister to her feet and kissing her firmly on the mouth as he hugged her tightly.

It was the first time that Lisa could remember her brother embracing her so ardently and she quickly realized that she didn’t want it to be the last. She pressed herself urgently against David’s semi-naked body and returned his kisses with a passion which both surprised and delighted him.

“I hate to disturb you two lovebirds,” laughed Peter after brother and sister had exchanged several more lingering kisses, “but David and I have work to do in the office, if you can bear to let him go, Lisa.”

Peter had decided to work from home wherever possible and had co-opted his son to help him decipher the complexities of a new computer system which was plaguing him. Indeed, his business was growing to such an extent that he was now able to employ David as his assistant.

David dressed hurriedly and joined his father in the office, leaving Helen and Lisa to an intimate discussion of recent events.

“Come and sit here, darling,” said Helen, patting the cushion by her side as she sat on the sofa.

She admired the litheness of the 18-year-old’s figure, cuddling her affectionately and caressing her silky-smooth legs.

“Mum,” said Lisa softly, “is it wrong of me to feel all tingly inside when David calls me slut or bitch?”

“No, dear, not in my opinion. In a loving relationship, terms like that are meant as endearments. I can still remember how wonderful I felt when David called me a horny slut for the first time!”

“I still can’t quite believe he thinks I’m sexy. It’s the first time that a man’s said that just looking at me gets him hard!”

“David’s had the hots for you for a long time, Lisa. I’ve seen that for myself, though I somehow didn’t manage to spot that he’s also had the hots for me!”

Lisa snuggled closer to her mother. “After he’d kissed me, he whispered in my ear and swore that he’s going to make me his fuckbitch.”

“Who’s a lucky girl, then? Your brother’s already promised to use me as his whore, so let’s hope that he keeps his word in both cases!”

“Is a man’s spunk really yummy, Mum? Lisa asked wonderingly.

“I think so, yes. It’s as well to acquire a taste for it, anyway, as most chaps love squirting the stuff in your mouth, when they’re not squirting it in your pussy or bottom!”

“I can’t wait for David to fill my mouth with his lovely cum!” said Lisa dreamily.

“How would you like to sample your father’s cum? I promise it’s just kızılay escort bayan as palatable as your brother’s.”

“Could I?” replied Lisa eagerly, prompting Helen to hastily leave the room in search of her husband.

Minutes later, Helen returned with an eggcup of fresh semen and a teaspoon. Retaking her place on the sofa, she dipped the spoon into the eggcup and offered it to her daughter.

“Your father was glad to help, darling. Drink it up, now, while it’s still warm!”

Lisa took the brimming spoon between her lips and greedily sucked the gooey sperm into her mouth, swishing it around before noisily gulping it down.

“That was delicious, Mum! Can I have the rest now?”

Helen laughingly spooned the remaining cum into her daughter’s mouth and watched with delight as Lisa swallowed it all down with obvious enjoyment, afterwards smacking her lips appreciatively.

“I do believe that my little girl is turning out to be a dirty cumslut!”

“You do say the nicest things, Mum!” said Lisa smilingly.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to have a taste of my pussy juice? Surely not-what a disgraceful question for a mother to ask of her daughter!”

“Don’t tease, Mum. You know very well that I’m not going to turn down an offer like that!”

“Could you go and see if your brother wants to help you juice me up? I don’t suppose that offer is likely to be turned down, either.”

When Lisa returned with her brother, Helen had her dress pulled up to her waist and was vigorously rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton of her pale-blue knickers. Already, a darker line of blue was appearing beneath her fingers as her vaginal secretions slowly oozed from her slit.

“Wait for us!” cried David as he and his sister plumped themselves down on either side of their mother and began to help her to masturbate.

As the dark blue line began to spread, Helen reached for the discarded teaspoon, still sticky with cum, and yanked aside the gusset of her knickers, revealing her wet and swollen pussy.

“Who’s first?” she asked, thrusting the spoon into the succulent pinkness of her gash.

“Gimme!” demanded David, greedily slurping up his mother’s pussy juice.

“Let me have some,” said Lisa pleadingly, lapping up the second spoonful with relish.

“Keep the lovely stuff coming,” urged David as Helen continued to spoon her tangy cunt juice into the siblings’ hungry mouths.

“I don’t suppose you’ve any spunk left for your slutty mummy?” asked Helen hopefully.

“I do believe I could produce a squirt or two,” allowed David with a grin.

“In that case,” said his mother, slipping out of her sopping knickers and pulling her glistening labia wide apart, “let’s have your squirt or two in there, to add to my juices. Mixed together, I’m sure they’ll be delicious!”

David barely heard what his mother was saying, so entranced was he by his first sight of her cunt. To his mind there was sheer perfection in the shape and plumpness of her outer labia and the juiciness of her delicate coral-pink inner lips. Almost before he knew what he was doing, his cock was in his hand and he was standing before her, wanking frenetically to a shuddering climax.

His promise of a squirt or two of cum proved to be an underestimate, so aroused was he by the sight and scent of his mother’s mushy quim. Pulse after pulse of his thick ejaculate splattered into Helen’s luscious gash, to her loudly-expressed delight.

“Thank you so much, darling!” she said sunnily, dabbling a finger into the sticky mess between her legs and bringing it to Lisa’s mouth. “Suck on that, my little cumslut, and see what you think.”

Lisa obediently took the finger between her lips and sucked it clean, savouring with great pleasure the rich blend of semen and pussy juice. She and her brother shared the residue of the gummy fluid, licking it off their mother’s fingers with vocal enthusiasm.

“Isn’t it time you got back to work, David?” hinted Helen after a while. “Lisa and I need some time alone.”

“Your wish is my command, mother. Let me know if you need any more spunk and I’ll try and do my best!”

“Hold on, David!” said Lisa, dropping to her knees before him and licking up the dribble of cum dangling from the tip of his softening cock.

“That’s a good little slut!” praised David, gently stroking his sister’s hair before leaving the room.

“Come and give your old mum another cuddle,” invited Helen. “In fact, why don’t we pleasure each other? I’m dying for a good, hard cum, and I’m sure you must be too!”

“Can I keep my knickers on, Mum?” said Lisa diffidently as she sat close to Helen.

“Of course you can, darling! Once you get a little more confidence you’ll no doubt be showing your cunt off as brazenly as your slutty mother, but there’s no hurry. To please me, though, will you at least take your bra off?”

Lisa blushingly unfastened her white, lacy bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing her small, pert breasts, their rosy-pink nipples escort kızlay slowly hardening under the lecherous gaze of her mother.

“What darling little tits!” enthused Helen, reaching out to gently stroke them. “David and your father are going to love sucking on those sweet little nipples-so am I, come to that!”

Lisa smiled brightly, anticipating the delights to come. Eager to please, she slipped her hand beneath her mother’s dress, thrusting it between her thighs and repeatedly fucking two fingers into her hot, sticky cunthole.

Even while Helen blissfully moaned as her daughter lovingly fingered her, she pressed her hand between the teenager’s parted thighs and energetically rubbed her plump mound through the delicately lacy material of her knickers. Lisa’s ecstatic moans soon joined those of her mother, rising to a crescendo as she achieved an intense, juicy orgasm.

Seconds later, as Helen came noisily, drowning out the deliciously squishy sounds of Lisa’s pistoning fingers, Peter walked into the room and looked at his wife and daughter enjoying a tender, post-orgasmic embrace.

“Do you randy whores really have to yowl like bitches in heat?” he asked, as David joined him. “Some of us are trying to do some work, you know.”

In reply, Helen merely smiled, lasciviously licking her own dripping juices from Lisa’s fingers.

“I’m serious, Helen,” Peter insisted, though his wife noted the mischievous glint in his eye and was aware of its probable significance.

“I know you are, darling. Lisa and I have been very naughty, and naughty girls deserve to be punished.”

“Don’t they just!” Peter growled. “You, for one, would certainly benefit from regular disciplining, it seems to me. I’ve a good mind to let David give your arse a good, hard spanking this very minute.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” said Helen meekly, seemingly undismayed by such a prospect.

“Get on your hands and knees then, woman, and let him get at that gorgeous ass of yours!”

Helen obediently took up her position on the floor, resting her cheek on the carpet as she pushed her shapely posterior towards her son. Hiking up her dress to well above her waist, she awaited her fate with a sense of acute excitement, tempered by an anxiety as to how severely David intended to spank her.

David fully enjoyed the sight of his mother’s enchanting bottom for a while before crouching down and swinging his arm back, sharply bringing his hand down on her right buttock. As she cried out in delighted shock he continued to rain down a series of stinging slaps on each bum cheek in turn, laughing with glee as he did so.

Watching from the sofa, Lisa was well aware that her mother’s shrill yelps were as much an expression of sexual elation as of pain, reminding her of the rapturous sounds Helen had made while being vigorously finger-fucked. Her pussy quickly moistened as she imagined her father striding over and ripping off her knickers before smacking her bottom, legs and breasts. When she pictured the flat of his hand smartly slapping against her hot, juicy cunt, she almost came on the spot.

“My arm’s getting tired,” muttered David regretfully, after landing numerous slaps on his mother’s reddened arse. “Do you want to whop mom yourself, Dad, or … “

“No, I think she’s had enough for now, don’t you, son? I look forward to taking my belt to her another time, but the priority now is to discipline your slutty little sister.”

David gazed lecherously at Lisa. “For a girl who was so reluctant to get her kit off, it hasn’t taken you long to strip down to your knickers. Not that I’m complaining, you understand.”

He helped his mother from the floor and she fell into his arms, rubbing herself lewdly against him as she found his mouth with hers.

“Thank you so much, darling!” Helen moaned after a lingering, passionate kiss. “You’re so good to your mother-I hope it won’t be long before you give me another good, hard spanking!”

“I’ll give you one when you deserve it,” David said, roughly squeezing his mother’s tender bum cheeks and making her cry out in delight. “With a perverted bitch like you that’s likely to be on a regular basis!”

“Did you hear our son call me a perverted bitch, Peter?” asked Helen with assumed indignation.

“He seems to have got you sussed out, dear,” commented her husband dryly.

“Do you really think I’m a slut, Daddy?” Lisa asked with a smile, lifting and parting her legs to draw his eyes to where the sodden material of her lacy knickers was tightly clinging to her pussy mound.

“I don’t think there’s any doubt about it, do you, sweetheart? It appears that there’s often a horny slut hiding inside even the demurest of girls. And you are indeed a slut, Lisa, I’m pleased to say. Always remember, however, that your sexual favours are to be granted only to family members-and in particular that your holes are for the exclusive use of David and myself, unless I say otherwise.”

“I understand, Daddy,” Lisa murmured, lasciviously running a fingertip along the length of her panty-covered slit.

“When exactly do I get to fuck the sweet little whore, Dad?” asked David eagerly.

“Excuse me!” said Helen huffily, interrupting her husband’s reply. “There does happen to be another of your whores who’s desperate to feel your cock inside her!”

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Part 1

Midwinter

In her living room she looks at me and says,

“I’m forty nine, Sid, and nobody’s ever gonna fuck me again.”

#

But that’s later.

First, we are sitting in my office hours after the rest of the world’s work day is over. It has been a long day, working on a long project. We are punch drunk tired. Pre-trial is like that; post-trial is like that, trials are like that. Lawyers are like that. It’s been going on for a week. Bench trials – trials before a judge – don’t end quickly, like a jury trial, with a verdict. No, the evidence all comes in, the arguments all get made, then there’s a week or two of writing post-trial briefs, summarizing what you want the judge to decide, trying to smooth over the points you may have eff’d up during the trial itself, trying to make up for the stupid things your witnesses said, trying ultimately to justify all the time, effort, money, the close to 24/7 adrenalized energy you’ve spent over the last however many weeks, trying to win.

And now it’s finished, we’ve just submitted the last brief, the proposed findings of fact and law, we’ve pressed send and we’re done doing everything we can do and now the judge takes everything “under advisement” for however many weeks or months she (in this case) wants to take. It’s done. The air’s out of the balloon. We look at each other, both of us bathed in fluorescent light and light from a computer screen – 21st Century light – and she says, “Fuck, Sid, I’m not ready to go home and get in my pajama’s yet, I’m still wired as hell. Can we get a drink before the bars close?”

I look at her. Her name is Marta. She is dark-haired, she has almond eyes that tonight are dark-lined, tired, inviting. Her blouse is open-necked, she wears a silver chain necklace that falls across flesh toward the opening, where she is pale, and there is just the hint of cleavage. Her mouth is odd, unusual, her lips strangely flat, the morning’s lipstick just a ghost of herself. She has not said the thing about nobody ever fucking her again. That will come later, after:

“It’s 11:30,” I say. “It’s a Thursday.”

In this small New England city, where she and I are growing middle aged together – or more to the point, where she’s growing into middle age and I’m growing old – the bars are all closed.

“Fuck,” she says. She looks at her watch for confirmation.

I try not to look at her legs. Nice legs, shaped, toned in slightly darkened nylons.

Dammit.

She looks at me. Almost sees me almost looking.

Story of our lives.

I have a wife.

I have a wife in Connecticut.

Where she is visiting her ninety three year old mother while I go through two weeks of late nights in court, in the office. In mid-Massachusetts winter And with Marta.

Maybe Susan would be less forgiving, less trusting if she understood that Marta is my if-I’d met-you-under-other-circumstances woman. She’s smart, kind, pretty almost to the point of beautiful. Days and long work nights she tells me about her lousy dates with guys she meets on an online site. She doesn’t fuck any of them, she tells me: they’re wrong, there’s no spark, they’re dumb, they’re dumpy, they’re ugly. She doesn’t want them, she wants to fall in love.

So do I.

“Then come back with me,” she says looking out a window into the mid-winter night. “Just one drink, then I’ll send you back to Susan.”

We’ve been here before.

We know we’re not going to fuck.

Except, I remind her, my wife is two states away.

Then ask: “And where’s your daughter?”

“With her father tonight. If she was there, I’d be okay. If she’s awake we’d watch Jimmy Fallon together. Eat ice cream. Be girls. But she’s not and I’m not ready to be alone yet. You know how it is. All the goddamn adrenaline and now we’re done and I just don’t want to be alone right away. One drink, Sid. Keep me company. Be a friend.”

A friend.

I take out my phone, look for any texts from Susan.

Nothing. It’s late. She’s far away. Asleep.

Marta is here.

“Okay,” I tell her. “One.”

“See,” she dazzles my old bones with a smile. “You are a friend.”

#

We drive separately, through woods and moonlight.

I am dead-tired.

This is wrong, may be wrong. Isn’t wrong.

Because we’re not going to …

We’re not.

There is a stretch of road just beyond the city, where our town blends into the neighboring town, where the land crests and starts to fall away toward the Connecticut River. From there, the world is made of meadows, trees in clumps, dark, sleeping houses, distant water, all of it bathed in white and silver.

It is breathtakingly, middle-of-the night beautiful.

So is Marta.

Her headlights visible ahead of me in the dark.

Leading me.

I sigh, deep enough that it feels like I’m breathing out some important part of myself.

And think of Susan, asleep in a fold-out bed in her mother’s widowy apartment in a graduated care community kızılay escort outside Bridgeport, among the old, the dying, the dead. Remember her young, middling, and now starting, like me, to be old. Smile at all the years, the sex, our foolish long affections. Waking mornings beside her, her blonde hair greying, straying onto my pillow as she breathes.

“I love you,” I say out loud to my empty car.

I don’t know who I’m talking to.

*

Her place is a condo in what used to be a meadow in a town on the Holyoke River. I walk in behind her.

Small hallway, narrow kitchen, living room, couch, chairs, TV on the wall.

For all our time together, I’ve never been here before.

She peels off her jacket, throws it across the back of a chair. Her blouse is sleeveless. Her arms are pale, lightly muscled.

She has told me she does yoga, sitting on a mat in her bedroom in morning sunlight.

She looks at me almost looking.

A small smile flits across her face.

“Thank you,” she says.

Her cheeks are faintly rough, a remnant of what I imagine was a difficult adolescence. Her habitual makeup having worn as thin as her lipstick. Tired, hair disarranged, there is nothing artificial about right now.

“That drink,” she says. “I’ve got whiskey, white wine. I’m not much of a bartender.”

“Wine,” I tell her.

“You need to drive home,” she tells me.

“Yeah,” I say. “Wine’ll do fine.”

#

It is two glasses later, amid all the comfort of inconsequential talk that starts with the case just finished and moves on to the inevitable problems with our kids, that she looks at me from the couch, where she is sitting with her bare feet tucked beneath her thighs and says,

“Fuck, Sid, I’m forty nine and nobody’s ever gonna fuck me again.”

I take her in, the soft full swell of her under her blouse.

Tell her the truth.

“First of all, that isn’t true. But, god, you don’t know how much I wish I could be the guy who shows you how wrong you are.”

She waits a while.

“That,” she says, “is perhaps the nicest way anyone has ever said ‘I’d like to fuck you,’ to me.”

#

I have known her for four years, ever since she joined the office. She tells me about the men she doesn’t fuck, I’ve told her about my wife, with whom I sleep after twenty years only occasionally. I have never told her how infrequently. Or that, when we do, my old body can be embarrassingly slow to achieve what, when young, I could never not achieve.

Some things are verboten between us.

We are prudent, lonely people.

And now, for a moment, we are awkward.

“This,” she says, “is one of those moments I wish I hadn’t given up smoking.”

Again her broad-lipped, dark-eyed smile.

“I’ve given up too much, Sid,” she tells me.

Stretches, catlike on the couch.

“Sexual desire,” she says to me. “For example.”

“You don’t mean that,” I tell her.

“Yeah, I do, Sid. I can go long stretches where it just doesn’t seem important anymore. Months. And then, it’ll come back and I’ll be like a house on fire for a while. And then I won’t again. Don’t you feel like that sometimes? Do men ever?”

“Hot and cold? On and off? Yeah. I’m older than you, y’know.”

“Does that mean you’re less sexual?”

“No,” I tell her. And then skirt the truth. “Less able sometimes, but less interested? No.”

She takes that small tragedy in.

“I’ve always liked older guys, y’know. Even when I was young. That’s part of you and me, Sid. Whatever we are. We’re friends, I know we are. But, men and women, there’s always … I mean, would we be friends if we didn’t find each other … attractive? If, for example, you didn’t just say you’d like to fuck me?”

“I don’t know. I do know that making love with you would be like poetry.”

“That’s a sweet thing to say.”

She sighs at me the way I sighed in my car.

“I’m not pretty, you know. I’m just some woman. You can’t be in love with me. It would be too … complicated. Susan would get hurt. We have kids. I don’t want to be that woman. You’re not that man.”

“Maybe,” I say to her. “But you are beautiful, you’re ridiculously beautiful, Marta.”

Then, for a moment, there are tears. Silent. Unspoken. They run down her rough, lovely cheeks. “No,” she says. “You’re besotted. We’re both besotted. We’re tired. We’re full of adrenaline that feels like sex. And the wine. Don’t underestimate the wine.”

“No, you. You are beautiful. If not me, somebody. Somebody’s got to see that.”

She laughs, wipes her face with the back of her hand.

“Look at me, Sid. I’m a middle-aged, divorced lady with a daughter that I love more than life itself, but who is a complication to my so-called dating life. Men don’t want my complications. The don’t want me.”

She moves her legs beneath herself.

“Then they’re idiots,” I tell her.

We are close, so close.

“Do you have a full length mirror?” I ask.

#

She kızılay escort bayan nods.

“In my bedroom. Where I don’t think we should go.”

My hand goes out to hers. Across the small, infinite distance between us.

Marta considers, drinks a slug of wine, puts her hand into mine. She is made of bone, knuckles, flesh.

“Sid,” she says, her almond eyes appraising me, “What exactly are we going to do?”

“Not poetry,” I tell her. “A haiku, maybe. I want to show you what I see every time I look at you.”

“And what’s that?”

“You,” I tell her. ” I see you.”

#

Marta leads me up the stairs.

Her ass, as I follow her, is something more than capacious. Clothed, it is perhaps her least attractive feature, her one surrender to age. The way it moves beneath her skirt as she walks makes me smile, and also very slightly sad.

I apologize to my sleeping, loved wife, miles and forever away from me right now. At this moment. As I follow Marta up. Thinking that I will limit my infidelity to … what? Something.

Something that isn’t

wrong,

that is,

something else:

poetry.

Marta.

Now.

#

She leads me down a hallway beneath a cheap-built stuccoed ceiling, past the closed door to her daughter’s room, a bathroom, an open set of shelves stacked with towels and linen. Then pushes open a final door at the end of the hall and walks ahead of me, into her room with its quilt-draped rocker, its bureau, its bed.

And when I am inside, reaches around me, her bare arm brushing my shoulder to push the door closed. There is the mirror. She looks at it, at herself reflected in it, at me.

“So, my friend,” Marta says to me. Her voice is husky, sensual, worried. “What now?”

#

The clock on Marta’s bedside table says 12:50.

Time slows.

We will be here forever.

Standing.

Reflected.

Two of us.

In the world, in the mirror, I touch her.

I put my hands on her bare arms.

In all our years, I have never touched her like this.

She shudders when I do. Not intensely, just a frisson that says

at last

and says

this. No more.

That says my name in breath and silence.

That says

Alright. Alright.

Now.

My hands on the flesh of her arms, I turn her to face the mirror.

Looking back at us:.

A white haired man, goateed like a superannuated Lenin;

a vaguely exotic, exhausted, excited woman.

Touching. Barely.

Breathing the same air.

“Let me tell you,” I say to her (my breath warm on her neck, her ear, moving gently the loose strands of her hair; and when I breathe in, it is her I am smelling, I am smelling her). “Let me tell you tell you what I see.”

#

I do not touch her now.

This is how I will make love to her.

With hands hovering just above her flesh, and with words.

My haiku to this lovely-souled, rich-bodied woman with whom I have not slept.

#

“Look at yourself,” I tell her.

And now I touch her forehead lightly with my fingers, the paper soft skin of her eyelids.

“Your eyes,” I tell her. “First, I notice your eyes. You have rich, dark eyes and you look at people with a … frankness … that I find … wonderful.”

The rough, slightly pocked skin above her cheek bones.

“And this. These. You as a teenager. You’re a palimpsest”

“What’s that?”

“A painting. A painting on a painting. Your history, your life.”

Her hand floats up to touch my hand on her cheek, then falls away. She closes her eyes. Breathes a little raggedly. Opens her eyes. Looks at us in the mirror

as I touch her neck

the skin in the open top of her blouse.

Telling her

Each inch, each piece of her

That this is beautiful

soft, alive.

And then,

asking

“May I?”

She nods.

My hands move outward on her blouse around the soft swell of her breasts.

As she breathes, they move under her clothes.

And I say:

“You are soft, you’re a mother. A good one.”

And then my hand subsiding onto her, my palm surrounding her, feeling, faintly, the thrum of her heart beneath her blouse, her breast, inside her bones.

She turns into me, away from the mirror.

Says:

“I want to undress, Sid. I want to undress for you.”

#

She moves away from me, my hand, my breath, and walks across the bedroom floor to the far side of her bed. Pale yellow duvet.

“I’m shy,” she says. “I’m feeling shy right now.”

And then undresses.

The buttons of her blouse, her shirt open, a laughably granny bra.

Her shoulders, when the shirt comes off are pale and delicate.

She is made of ivory.

The skirt, unhooked, that falls away from her hips along her legs to puddle at her feet on the floor.

“Still beautiful?” she asks.

“The bra could use escort kızlay some work.”

“I didn’t think that anybody was going to see it.”

Then: “I’m scared, Sid.”

“So am I, Marta.”

“Of the bra? Or of me?”

“Of me, Marta. I’m scared of me. It’ll be different after this.”

“Will we still be friends?”

“I’d like that.”

“Then tell me I’m beautiful. Lie to me, Sid.”

#

She steps out of the puddle of fabric on the floor. Reaches behind herself, unlatches her granny bra, then slides her smoky panty hose down her legs. She is alabaster, with a soft belly and a trimmed dark patch.

She looks at me, dark eyed, frank, frightened.

“I don’t have to lie,” I tell her.

She crosses the floor to where I wait for her.

“Beautiful,” I tell her.

I could love this ivory woman.

#

She leans against me.

I feel the pressure of her breasts through my clothes.

She is different from Susan, her body more substantial, the soft avidity with which she presses against me. Different. Other.

Herself.

“Show me,” she says. Her voice huskier than I have ever heard it.

Marta lifts my hand, deposits it gently onto the skin of her breast, where it feels again, unmediated, her beating heart.

“Don’t think about her,” she tells me. It is partly a command, partly a plea. “For tonight, Sid, just for tonight. Just think about me.”

#

So I think about her.

As I touch her

this woman

(Marta)

who I thought could be my

friend

colleague

friend

and who

(as I touch her)

is now, suddenly, none of those things

(lover).

I read her flesh

I drink her skin with my fingertips, touching

her breasts, first one, then another, full, blue-veined (blood and heart ghosting beneath the surface of her). Nipples smooth to the touch, hardening beneath the palms of my hands

her belly, soft, not muscled, the small indenture of her navel, a graze of hair below

then travelling around her: her thighs, the swell of her ass unseen in life or in the mirror, as she pivots to face the door, herself looking back at us, no tears now, only eyes wide, mouth beginning involuntarily to open. The music of her: soft, animal crooning,

as my fingers trace behind her, two-handed, each one moving along the swell of her, towards and into the cleft, and finding with two middle fingers the secret of her asshole, touching, visiting not exploring that straining, small, contracting piece of her,

only to withdraw, retreat across the twin hills of her behind, across hips, ribs, breasts, belly, a second, brief, recapitulated tour of her, my fingers electric with the feel of her, then drifting finally downward

because it is time, I know, I can smell her, I know what I am going to find at the bottom of her

and my fingers flow through the soft and fibrous down of her to pass across her mound (pausing, pausing at the bottom, at the top of her sex) to slide slowly down, four fingers of each hand gliding over, caressing her lips while the index finger of each hand enters, feeling warmth and soaking wetness, the slick, delightfully sloppy inside of her, drifting, squeezing past the small hood, the tiny hardness of her clitoris emerging (she gasps, once, twice as I touch her there); and then

moving on and deeper into the velvet cave of her, finding (with one finger of one hand), the soft entrance and moving slowly, knuckle by knuckle (Marta swallowing air more deeply with each further penetration) until I am inside that new universe, touching with that finger (buried now to its full depth, the knuckle at my hand grazing against her body) her sweet, interior skin

while my other hand draws up, away from her vagina, caressing always the swollen curves of her lips, until my finger finds (while the other, buried, moves slowly in out, the simulacrum of real penetration) the hood, the hard protuberance below, and begins to stroke.

I whisper, how do you want me to do this?

And she, Marta, my friend, my colleague, naked beside me, my fingers inside her (my love) whispers, choked, constricted, back at me, slowly, start slowly.

So I do: slow, light, vertical touches. While the hand below, my inserted finger, finds and begins to match the movement until I am a rhythm of penetration and of touching, releasing, touching Marta’s clitoris.

I listen to her, taking instruction now from her breathing – this is hers, for her, this is all about her – her breaths come faster now, in shortening gasps, her voice, her crooning music more broken. And, listening, I increase my speed, my rhythm, the varying depths to which I push into her

until I am a fierce, kind (loving) tango inside and on her.

and she turns into me, pressing (naked, sweatslicked) against my clothed body, whispers

Sid, god, my legs are melting

and clamps hands on my shoulders as I touch her, as I ease my finger in and out of her. She hangs on, against me, her legs giving out, she is without support, she is draped on and into me as the first wave hits her, then another – inside her body, she is squeezing around my hands, my buried finger

I feel her contracting inside.

and the shuddering of her belly, breasts, shoulders and

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“A Display of Honors”

Prologue:

Previously: In Chapter Three: “Nightmares Of A Broken Promise”

Navy Fighter Pilot, Captain Jennifer Ann Conner, while engaged in a training mission, while assigned to the Naval Air Station at Pensacola Florida, severely injured when her fighter jet, loaded with fuel and weapons, suffered multiple bird strikes and both engines failed while she was flying over the crowded Florida Navy Base. Then her jet fighter began to fall from the sky. She could have ejected like she had ordered Lt. Alice Sweet, her Weapons Officer or RIO to do and then allowed the jet to fall and possibly crash into any of the bases crowded buildings, like other pilots had in the past. Then have her fighter hit an occupied building, such as an office. Or perhaps a cluster of homes. Or as most likely in her case: the Base’s crowed Elementary school on that early morning where classes had just begun.

Instead – she flew on alone – in her unpowered jet – seeking a safe place to put the fighter down even if it meant aiming her plane at a safe spot and staying with the jet to ensure the jet crashed away from anything and everyone and – losing her life in the process. The crowed area of the Navy Base offered almost no place large enough for the jet to safely crash in. Except for a span of trees just beyond the base’s Elementary School. When it came time – she aimed her crippled jet downward towards the trees and when sure where her jet fighter would hit – only then she ejected at the last possible moment.

Previously:

From Chapter One: “A Gift On Christmas Eve” & Chapter Seven: “Miracles In The Storm”

The now medically retired, former Navy Fighter Pilot, Captain Jennifer Ann Conner due to the events as described in Chapter Three, had returned to her home arriving late on December 23rd. Then on Christmas Eve she learned the truth of her upbringing. She had been one of two babies discovered in some wreckage after an F-3 tornado had ravaged their home town just over four decades ago. A long search for missing children was conducted, yet those two babies had remained unnamed and unclaimed. Thus, in time, they were officially adopted by the two couples who found them on that tragic day and they were raised as cousins. Those two children were very close through out their early lives and into adulthood. And they still are.

Note: This Is A Rewritten Story – After my computer and many valuables and family treasures were stolen from my apartment while I was in the hospital recovering from surgery. BIG SIGH! Crap happens. It’s how you deal with it later that shows what type of person you are. I much prefer traveling the higher road instead of stepping into the darkness of rage and hate. And let them be Judged by a Higher Power. But as always it is best to read the entire series in order.

“A Display of Honors”

“The Conner Family – Ch-09”

It was now early February and medically Retired Navy Captain Jennifer Ann Conner, with the aid of her cane, stood with her best friend and fiance, Kenneth. Though she had been medically discharged she could, like any Veteran, still wear her old uniform with her service ribbons and medals at ceremonies and at other certain occasions. Like today. And today it was expected of her to be in her full uniform.

She currently wore her blue winter uniform with her awards and service ribbons displayed and the gold shoulder boards and arm bands of the rank Captain. She was standing, with the assistance of her cane, in the semi-darkness at the left side of the stage behind the side curtains.

Beside her, holding her left hand stood Ken, her life long best friend, whom she was raised with as her cousin and now he was her soon to be future husband.

She was still amazed that even though they had known each other all their lives, unlike other men, he still looked beyond the scars, injuries and burns that she had received only last year. Not very far from this school. And without hesitation, he held her left hand with her three missing fingers. He only saw the person – his cousin – the friend – that he had grown up with.

She could hear the not so soft murmurs of voices coming from the members of the audience. Earlier she had sneaked a peek to see the crowd and had discovered that the auditorium was filled to capacity. Even the balcony was full. And she had spotted Her Mom and Dad sitting in their reserved seats in the front row. Behind them in the second row were Ken’s Mom and his sisters Susan and Pam with their husbands and children. With them in the second row was her brother Brian and Heather and her son. Also in the second row was Emma Harris and her twin daughters Tabitha and Samantha.

Jen was pleased that the Navy had allowed her to include Emma and her girls on her ‘guest list.’ The Conners all knew that her husband James, a Major in the Marines, was currently deployed over seas. Emma had been like another one of her cousins or a sister to Ken growing up with his family after her parents had kızılay escort been killed. And whenever the Conner girls got together, Emma, without hesitation, had always been included.

She smiled. The response she had received by email was ‘Absolutely! – Major James Harris is a good Marine. His family is more than welcomed.’ A letter arrived a few days later confirming the Admiral’s permission.

When she told Emma she had given her a copy of the Admiral’s letter and email. She sighed. Ken made copies for everyone in the family.

Jen smiled. Emma, James and their twins were family. And James, was a long time friend of Ken. And Emma was a friend of Pam’s since kindergarten. And they and their twin daughters, Samantha and Tabitha had always been considered part of the Conner’s extended family.

She closed her eyes. The entire family was here except for Emma’s husband James, a Marine Major currently on duty in his current deployment aboard a Navy Aircraft Carrier in the Mediterranean. She knew, that as the Senior Marine aboard, he would be in charge of ship security and in over all command of any precision assaults the Marines would be required to conduct.

She took a breath and sighed in remembrance. She had flown enough air support missions to know what was involved in those types of ‘boots on the ground’ operations James and his Marines would be involved in. Now they had all learned that he had been rescheduled to be the Base Commander at another location in Afghanistan. His rotation for leave at home had been canceled.

What now surprised her was the three television crews that were set up in the rear of the auditorium. She had expected the students and their parents but not the local news crews to be present. She focused a little more on the TV crews.

At one camera she saw that there were three individuals in the blue uniforms of the Navy. She sighed shaking her head. Crap, she thought: Now she was going to be on the Navy News.

She then chuckled. James would most likely see this aboard ship on the daily Navy News Program.

Then Jen had a sudden idea. Maybe she could get Emma and the twins all up on stage. And let them say ‘Hi’ to their Dad.

Jen had also noted that there were a pair of empty, reserved seats next to her parents. She had no idea who they were for.

She took a deep breath and sighed again. She had thought this was going to be more of a ‘Meet & Greet’ rather than a full scale – on stage – presentation.

The Navy had provided them transportation down to Florida on a military transport. And it was a bumpy ride – but the kids all thought it was fun. She smiled. The idea of them flying on a Navy plane. And the children, one at a time, all got a chance to go up to the flight-deck for a bit. Which had made the flight even more exciting for them. Even the adults had a chance to visit the control-deck.

During the flight, the pilot, a Captain Tom Armstrong, he had quickly informed her that he was not related to the Astronaut. He had even allowed her to take the co-pilot’s position for while. He even let her ‘fly’ the transport for a few minutes. They had talked about the differences of long distance cargo hauls and jet fighters and the required precision of a full power landing on the limited space of an aircraft carrier’s flight deck.

She remembered they had spoke of some of their more interesting flights.

And she told him of the gut wrenching, high focused task of landing at full speed, on a pitching carrier deck, at night, during a storm. And with low fuel.

Then Armstrong informed her that he and his crew, with some medical staff and with a patient, about a critical medical flight he had made through a category three hurricane.

Both had agreed that neither wanted to repeat the experience. Or try what the other had accomplished.

She had also been informed that a more comfortable ride was already arranged for their return flight.

Then she had at Armstrong’s request signed both the flight log and his personal log.

Jennifer took a deep breath and again sighed as she focused her thoughts back on today. She then again shifted her weight to her left leg.

Ken noticed. “Want to sit down?” he whispered.

“I’ll have to soon,” she replied softly, as she considered all of the walking she had done that day.

Then her thoughts returned to the here and now. At first she had been rather reluctant to come down. She hated receiving rewards for just doing her duty and doing what was right. Always had been.

So – here she was standing back stage in the auditorium of the Admiral Robert Webster Cary, Jr. Elementary School. Which was located at the Navy Base in Florida where she had been stationed last year for some additional training on new electronics that had been installed on the Navy’s twin engine, jet fighters, the F-18.

It was the same school that she had avoided crashing into when her engines failed after multiple bird kızılay escort bayan strikes. Which took out both of the engines on her F-18 Hornet fighter jet. And her fighter had been loaded with a full load of fuel and also some large and dangerous, laser guided bombs for the training flight she and had been on. Along with a full set of a new model of the latest laser, guided missiles. She acknowledged to herself that she could not flown it as far away from the many other buildings – but – even looking back in retrospect – and the review board had agreed with her actions – that she had done the only thing possible. And she had succeeded in the very limited time she had.

And only she was the most seriously injured. And only one teacher, and three students who had been standing by the window in their classroom, had been hit by flying glass. And not hurt seriously.

Jennifer shifted her thoughts away from those still painful memories which she still got lost in whenever she again returned to and began second guessing her choices, her decisions – and her actions. She always wondered if there was something she had missed or something else she could have or – should have done.

She now stood beside her life long best friend and future husband Kenneth, holding his right hand with her left. He was dressed in his best suit, a three piece, dark gray, business suit.

He looked so handsome.

Earlier when she had told him how good he looked. He had snorted saying he did not even come close to how good she looked in her uniform. She could not help but smile and pulled him close to her. And he had held her safe within his arms. She took a deep breath remembering that it was Ken who was the first to arrive at the hospital when she awoke.

Then she remembered the talk they had had before they came down. When she first got the request to come down to the school in January. It was about Heroes. How they needed to be seen and to be heard and to be recognized and thanked. So that others would know that there were those out there who would stand up before those who needed help – to protect them in desperate times. And that he had stated, was the reason why they had both joined. To serve and to protect. She the Navy and Ken the Army. Ken in a support position and she on the Front Lines.

Jen remembered that Ken had always ribbed her about her always wanting to be out where the action was, while he much preferred his more quiet support position. ‘To make sure the lights stayed on.’ She chuckled as she remembered once reading a very long multi-page letter from Ken. One that took several pages to carefully describe one ‘daunting’ repair job he had been assigned to do. She had laughed for days afterwards when it was all over the ‘great hard challenge’ of changing a fuse. As a joke, the Sargent in charge of his maintenance team, had given Ken the task to ‘heroically resolve.’ She remembered she had written a letter back with a photo of an Oscar statue for ‘Best Performance In A Letter.’

In return Ken had sent an email message with only a picture of him smiling and holding up her picture letter of ‘HIS’ Oscar.

Jen took a deep breath and sighed. No matter what was going in her life, Ken could always – somehow – get her to smile. Even without saying a word.

Still – she did not want to really be here. She still did not think of herself as a hero. She just considered herself as a well trained and skilled Naval Fighter Pilot doing her duty. But her lengthy conversations with Ken and her parents – had convinced her that accepting such awards was also part of serving in the military. To show others who served that they were recognized for their actions, for their sacrifices of their time, their efforts – and if necessary – their lives.

And as her father had always said: ‘Someone has to guard the gate. And you want someone who would volunteer – because they knew what had to be done and they knew the risks. And you knew they would stand their ground and do their duty. While someone without that mind set might abandon their post. Leaving others defenseless.’

So – with some reluctance she had agreed – with the condition that Ken went with her.

Jen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then she snorted to herself. The whole family had come down.

She again looked out at the stage. There were five chairs center stage in a semi-circle located just behind the closed curtain. Each had a small table beside it with a glass and a pitcher which she assumed to be filled with cold water. There was a larger round table in the middle of the chairs. Four chairs she could understand. She wondered who the fifth chair was for. She figured two were for her and Ken and the third was for the school’s principle. The fourth was perhaps for the Base Commander. But why five? Who else? She wondered.

“Wonder who the fifth chair is for,” whispered Jen.

“Most likely someone else from Base Command,” suggested Ken softly.

“Probably,” escort kızlay agreed Jen. “That would be a good assumption.”

“But,” stated Ken with a smile, “you know how to spell assume.”

Jen smirked as she replied, “Make an ‘ass’ of ‘u’ and ‘me.'”

“Captain,” came a soft female voice from behind her.

Jen turned and saw that it was Mrs. Elizabeth Burns, the school’s principle. The woman who had first asked her to come down for a visit in the letter she got in January. “Yes?”

“Captain Conner,” asked Mrs. Burns, “are you ready?”

“Not really, Ma’am,” replied Jen. “I have never been one willing to accept awards. And please call me Jen.”

“Please, Elizabeth or Liz,” returned Mrs. Elizabeth Burns. “The children were so excited to hear you accepted their invitation and were coming down for a visit.” She gestured towards the audience. “All the students and their parents are here. And of course the staff too.” Mrs. Burns looked at Jen for a moment. She took a deep breath and sighed. “What you did that day. There are not enough words to thank you. – I’ve been here long enough to see planes crash and the destruction that happens sometimes. – And – the lives lost.”

Jen gestured at Ken. “We were found as babies after the town we live in was hit by an F3 tornado. They never did find our real parents or family. – So – the two couples who found us adopted us. And we were raised within a very close family. All our parents were in the military.”

“Jennifer’s been my best friend for my whole life,” added Ken.

“Our parents,” continued Jen, ” – adopted parents – taught all of us to be proud of who you are and to always do the right thing,” stated Jen.

“No matter the cost or the effort,” added Ken. “To serve and protect.”

Mrs. Burns glanced at Ken and nodded then looked back at Jen. “Captain – Jennifer – what you did was very brave. If you had not done what you did – the results could have been – catastrophic. With who knows how many of the children killed or injured.” She gestured towards the audience. “The children and the staff know. And of course their parents also know. They are all so very grateful for what you did – and what you risked in avoiding not just the school – but all the buildings and homes in the area. And the request to have you come for a visit – was started by the students.”

“I was surprised,” stated Jen, “when I got your letter with the pages of names.”

“Most of the children who live here, usually with one of their parents, while the other is deployed out serving on a ship at sea,” stated Mrs. Burns. “Or stationed somewhere at a support base in a distant country. And gone for months. And often times we at home have to continue on the best we can. I know,” she added. “I’m a Navy brat. My Dad was Navy. He was gone a lot. And my Mom was always steadfast in support of him.” She chuckled. “As I am for my husband. It runs in the blood.”

“But – enough about me,” she added. “We are here tonight for you.” She then turned and gestured into the darkness back stage. “There is someone here that requests to speak to you before you go out on stage.” Mrs. Burns chuckled. “She was rather insistent. And – I agreed with her reasons.”

“Of course,” stated Jen.

Mrs. Burns turned and waved towards someone who was only a vague outline in the semi-darkness back stage.

A figure in a Navy uniform stepped closer and Jen smiled. “Alice!”

A female, also in a blue Navy uniform, approached. She paused a short distance away and stood at attention and then saluted Jen.

Jen released Ken’s hand, handed Ken her cane and straighten up and saluted back. When she dropped her hand so did the other woman.

“Alice,” stated Jen happily with a big smile as the other female officer came up to her and gave her a hug. Jen returned the hug. Then Alice released her.

Jen gestured to Ken.

Ken stepped over and stuck out his hand as he stated, “You have to be Alice Sweet.”

Alice smiled as she shook his hand. “And you have to be this Kenneth I’ve heard so much about.” Alice released his hand and then gave him a hug. “Thanks for being her best friend and sticking with her.” She then stepped back.

Ken chuckled. “Like I really had another option. I’ve known her for a life time.”

“Alice, what brings you here?” questioned Jen.

“Got orders to appear,” replied Alice. “And a new assignment.” She shook her head as she smiled. “Had to fly in all the way from Australia – and – through twelve time zones hopping islands. Got in two days ago! And I have been transferred back here to teach classes to the new guys.” She snickered, “On how to keep the guy driving from not being too stupid.” She leaned towards Jen. “You know how stupid and eager new pilots are.”

Jen grinned and pointed at Alice as she nodded. “Like what you did for me. And I see you made Captain!” stated Jen. “Congratulations!”

“And,” continued Alice, “I got this strong request to show up here tonight – with you. Like I would ever miss this!” She shook her head as she smiled. “I heard tell an odd rumor or two and some scuttlebutt that you’re some type of hero.”

“Not just me!” stated Jen. “You were up there with me too.”

Alice snickered. “Yeah! But you dropped me off safely on the corner.”

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(Part 3)

The Playpen

Lisa

As Bob, rather Daddy for the moment at least, slowly eased my panties down, I felt so excited, so thrilled things were happening over which I had no control. Although I was a thirty four year old married woman, I felt free from any responsibilities, like a little girl doing what my parents told me…and I really liked being called pretty little Poppsi again, the first time since my father called me that when I was very small.

Each sharp smack on my bare ass aroused me even more.

I did feel a bit guilty as my husband was just a few feet away watching me closely. I didn’t want to upset him and wondered if I should object or stop things. Then both Carol and Alice whispering in his ear and his face became quite red. He leaned forward and spoke huskily.

“Lisa, please… please spread your legs for Daddy.”

It was such a relief to have the approval of my husband.

I was more aroused than I had ever been with Dan and he must have realized it from my eyes. I wondered if he felt jealous but the expression on his face was one of agreement… admiration even.

Ted led some others in who all took their time admiring my fully exposed cunt and I wasn’t upset at all. After a few moments, Ted took them to the dining room.

Dan seemed in a sort of dream as Alice leaned over his shoulder and licked his ear. Her breasts not really confined within her loose blouse as she lead him like a puppy dog into the dining room.

With my panties down and my legs splayed wide open, I started to get up as well, but Daddy stopped me with a firm touch on my knee.

“Not quite yet, Poppsi, there’s one more thing before we join the others,” he said softly.

Carol stepped up to my other side and beamed down at me. Daddy slid his hand down between my legs, at first just cupping my throbbing mound and the thin brown hair topping my cunt.

My pussy was ready to explode.

Ever so leisurely, Daddy inserted his hand, or more specifically one finger, between my legs and then between the folds of my pussy lips and then up inside my vagina.

It felt heavenly.

“Do you like that, Pretty Poppsi?” he murmured, rotating the finger slightly.

“Oh Daddy, it’s wonderful,” I gasped, barely able to control myself, feeling my wetness oozing out over his fingers with a few drops trickling down over my asshole.

He slowly removed his fingers from inside me and my cunt immediately felt empty. His fingers glistened with my juices. Had he touched my clit at that moment, I would not have been able to stop cumming all over his hands.

Carol pushed my knees down and leaned over to give me a passionate kiss.

“Pull your panties up and come along for dinner, dear,” she muttered in my ear, “that was just a bit of an appetizer.”

I was in a daze myself as Carol directed me to a seat at the table with my name in front of it. Dan sat opposite me. I glanced at him across the table. We were both slightly flushed and out of our depth…and I prayed he was as aroused as me.

Bob started to talk, introducing the others around the table. I barely heard, going back over what had happened so far in my mind and fantasizing about what was yet to come. My pussy was so wet, my panties rode up in my crease and I hoped I didn’t stain the chair.

My attention came back to the moment when Bob introduced the young man sitting at my right as Harry, who was to be married to his sister the next day, by his grandfather, the infamous Father John, who was on my right. The young man just smiled sheepishly but Father John gave my thigh a squeeze when he smiled at me, a squeeze close enough to my crotch that I was sure he felt the dampness of my panties.

When Bob introduced Casey, the young woman on the other side of Father John, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“I’ve heard she was a very strong willed precocious young girl.” he said with a chuckle, “Her father Gavin is very easily controlled by women, especially his daughter.”

Someone said that perhaps Gavin may have already had his way with his daughter that day, Ted just chuckled.

“More like the other way round. She probably wraps him around her little finger before she fucks him.”

Casey’s face was slightly flushed as she smiled brightly. I suspected Father John was fondling her pussy at that very moment…and the comments were accurate.

When we finished dinner and all helped to clear the table, Bob announced The Playpen was open. I started to ask what that meant but he silenced me with is raised hand.

“Lisa, Will, Casey and Dan, a moment,” he said as the others filed out of the dining room.

We went down a short hall to an office with a small conference table. Bob handed each of us some papers, kızılay escort a pen and an envelope with our name already neatly printed on it.

“I thought we were going to The Playpen.,” Casey started to complain.

“Oh don’t worry, we will be going there shortly and I assure you everyone will be waiting…or mostly anyway,” Father John said with a devilish smile, “but first, since you four are here for the first time, we need a little more information for your confessions and induction into the family.”

I started looking through the papers, five or six pages listing just about every form of sexual activity I had ever heard about and a few I hadn’t.

“Some of this seems pretty personal,” I gasped.

“Yes it is,” Bob agreed, “but we need to know every intimate detail about you, your fantasies and your fetishes.”

I looked over at Dan, for reassurance. He just shrugged and began filling out the Fantasies and Fetishes questionnaire. After a momentary pause, I did the same.

After perhaps ten minutes, everyone was done and, following Father John’s instructions, placed the completed forms in the envelopes. Bob returned alone.

“Now we can all enjoy ourselves and join the others in The Playpen lovely young Casey is so anxious to visit,” Bob chuckled and led us out a different door than the one we entered.

Casey hooked her arm in my husband’s arm and followed Bob and Will and me down an unfamiliar hall. Bob opened the double doors and stepped back allowing us to all enter together.

At first glanced it looked like everyone else was there…and they were all mostly or totally naked.

“I’m so excited,” Casey gushed as she pulled my husband closer, “this will be my first orgy with people I haven’t known my whole life!”

As she finished speaking she simply turned her back on him, pulled her skirt right up over her waist and her panties down around her knees.

“Do you think they will like my ass?” she asked coyly before stripping all her clothes off. I could see from the look on his face and the bulge in his pants that my husband liked it a lot.

Carol was standing with her daughter as we entered and looked completely unruffled by the scene around them. Other than a garter belt and tan stockings, Alice was in the buff with that small triangle of dark hair between her legs. Carol wore only a bright smile.

Ted stood between them, looking at young Casey with lecherous eyes. His intentions were clear, his dick already hard and long. Even Casey was taken back by the size of it.

As I looked on unsure what to think or do next, Carol and Alice took it upon themselves to get everything moving.

Carol slipped up alongside Casey’s father, Gavin, and chatted to him about how lovely his young daughter looked now that she had taken off all her clothes. Gavin had a very stiff dick which Carol brushed over with one hand, not at all accidentally.

Gavin was short and portly with a balding head and a rather small cock surrounded by salt and pepper pubic hair. Carol knew he was very submissive to women and suspected especially to his daughter.

“Your daughter has nice tits and a lovely ass, Gavin. My son thinks she is really pretty.” Carol said simply. “Tell me, Gavin, do you like your daughter’s firm tits?”

Gavin just nodded helplessly, feeling himself being drawn into his submissive persona but could do little to avoid it .

“Yes, Carol, she is pretty and I love her tits.”

About that time, Casey stepped completely out of her clothes laying at her feet. She looked over at her father with a scowl.

“Daddy, come over here right now,” she commanded, “and fold my clothes up neatly.”

I was shocked that this young woman would speak to her father in such a disrespectful way. Gavin just blushed and shuffled over to his daughter, dropping on one knee to pick up her clothing and began folding them. When Casey turned away from him to grin directly at Ted, I noticed Gavin sneaked a quick sniff of his daughter’s panties.

“Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable,” someone murmured in my ear, pulling the zipper on the back of my dress down until the garment fell around my ankles. I turned my head to find Alice standing close enough behind me that her erect nipples pressed into my back. My own nipples stiffened with the touch and I felt a tingle between my legs.

Standing there in just cotton panties, I wasn’t sure what was expected next. Her hand brushed lightly over the thin fabric covering my ass, her arms embracing me as one hand slipped under the waistband to split the folds of my pussy lips…my tingling and very juicy pussy lips by that time.

“Mmm, I don’t think you mean to soil these lovely panties, now do you?” Alice cooed, her fingers obviously coated with my wetness as kızılay escort bayan she pulled my panties down around my ankles.

I moaned with arousal as she stood behind me and cupped my breasts in her hands, gently pinching my nipples while outlining the outside of my ear with her tongue. Carol meanwhile was clearly enjoying herself as she continued talking to Gavin.

“It appears your daughter likes my son, Gavin,” she gestured as Ted stepped closer to Casey. “and it appears Ted very much likes your daughter.”

Ted’s dick was standing at complete attention straight out from his body. I had to admit it was an impressive specimen.

“You don’t have to stand up all this time, Casey. Why don’t you take the weight off your feet and sit on my husband’s lap.” Alice exclaimed from behind me.

Ted dropped into a nearby lounge chair and Casey grinned wickedly as she stepped up between his legs.

“Daddy, come over here now,” Casey cried out again.

Gavin groaned but walked over to his daughter. She took her father’s dick in her hand and smiled sweetly at him.

“I’m going to fuck this one first, Daddy, so make sure his dick is as hard as he can be, the way you know I like.”

Gavin blushed again and mumbled something I couldn’t hear then dropped to his knees and started to lick and suck Ted’s cock. After a moment, he moved aside and held Ted’s rigid dick up for his daughter.

Casey giggled as her father helped her lower herself down onto Ted’s lap and on to his stiff cock. Then she stopped giggling and gasped quite a lot. As Ted started to jiggle up and down in harmony, Carol started to drift away.

“Look after her Ted. I need to circulate.”

Although Gavin was himself very stiff, he was clearly embarrassed as he stood by and looked at his daughter on Ted’s lap. Carol momentarily held his penis and jerked it a few times.

“Don’t worry Gavin. Trust me, my son is a really good fuck.”

My pussy was on fire. Other than a few porn videos, I’d never seen anything like this before. Alice fingering me while she licked my ear contributed as well. I looked round for Dan and saw him sitting on one of the platforms with Nicole and her son Will.

Somewhere along the line, he had gotten naked too and his dick was rock hard in Nicole’s hand. Her legs were spread wide, the pink flesh of her inner cunt glistening in the low light. Both he and Will fondled one of her tits and had a finger inside her pussy.

Dan looked my way and smiled wanly. I smiled back and turned to Alice, jamming my tongue into her mouth as I pulled my hand up between her legs.

Alice eagerly returned my kiss and practically dragged me over to a platform next to Dan. We kissed passionately for a few moments, all the while I was getting more and more aroused.

Then she pushed me down on my back and dove down between my thighs. I started to cum almost as soon as her tongue lapped over my throbbing slit to my clit…over and over…exquisitely teasing out a growing orgasm. Just before I lost myself in an momentous climax, I looked over to see Dan, leaning back, watching Alice lick my cunt as Nicole sucked his cock and her son fucked her from behind.

He smiled his approval and I started to cum so hard and so often I lost all awareness of anything but my own pleasure.

Dan

I could hardly believe what I was seeing as I stepped into The Playpen.

When young Casey pulled me closer to her, my arm brushed against the side of her breast. She looked at me with a bright smile then took a couple of steps away, bent forward and lifted her skirt up over her back, fully exposing her taut ass and skimpy panties that were little more than a thin strip of fabric disappearing into her ass cheeks and cunt lips.

“Do you think they will like my ass?” she said coyly to me as she stripped all her clothes off, letting them fall around her feet.

Whatever anyone else thought, I liked her ass and the plump mound of her pussy topped with a thin thatch of flaming red hair that matched that on her head. My cock throbbed in my pants as I gawked at her and then looked around at the others. Everyone seemed perfectly comfortable being naked and, in a few cases, casually groped each other.

Carol walked up to Casey with her father and said a few things back and forth I couldn’t quite make out. Gavin seemed a bit embarrassed but after a moment picked up his daughter’s clothes and folded them neatly. I sneaked a look at in Lisa’s direction and she appeared to be as dumbfounded as me as she stared at Carol and Gavin and Casey with her mouth slightly open. If I had to guess at that moment, I would say her nipples were erect and her panties pretty moist.

Before I could do or say anything, Nicole walked up to me and put both her arms escort kızlay around my neck. She was as tall as me so she could look me directly in the eye. Like the others she was completely nude. She was very thin, with small tits that were barely more than the bumps of her dark brown nipples. A silver bar pierced her right one.

Her son Will shuffled up behind her and just stood looking at us sheepishly. He was a big lad, at least six foot four inches tall and well over two hundred pounds. He had a hard thick dick to match.

“Come over here and let me get a good look at what we have to play with,” Nicole cooed and pulled my face to hers, our lips meeting as her tongue flicked between my parted lips.

Then she took my hand and led me over to an empty platform covered by a foam mattress a few feet away. She sat down and efficiently unclasped my belt and zipper so my trousers fell down around my knees. Her hands encased my throbbing cock and balls through my underwear and looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

I was still wearing my shirt and sports coat. Nicole looked over to her son and told him to take them from me. I kicked off my shoes and, in a moment, I was naked except for the underwear through which Nicole continued to fondle my cock and balls and my black socks. For some reason, I never did take the socks off for the rest of the evening.

“We’ve been so wanting so get better acquainted with you since dinner,” Nicole murmured, slipping her hands up the outside of my thighs and under the underwear.

Ever so slowly, she pulled my underwear down around my knees, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. I groaned lowly as my dick popped straight out, practically hitting her lips.

Will sat down next to his mother and when I looked down, he was tenderly kneading her left nipple. He just grinned looking up at me and dropped a hand down between his mother’s legs. Nicole moaned softly and spread her legs for him as she flicked her tongue across the head of my dick.

I sat down next to her and twirled the pierced nipple between two fingers. She took my other hand and put it down between her legs and my finger joined her son’s in her warm, wet slit. She started slowly jerking off my cock with one hand and her son’s with the other.

In an attempt to keep from immediately shooting my cum on her hand, I looked around frantically for Lisa. She was staring at Casey riding Ted’s cock while Gavin stood by watching. What made me even more aroused was Alice held Lisa in a tight embrace from behind while cupping Lisa’s tits in both hands.

When her eye caught mine, Lisa smiled slyly, turned and rammed her tongue into Alice’s mouth. After a moment, Alice led Lisa over to the platform next to the one I was on, pushed her down and proceeded to eagerly lick my wife’s pussy.

Nicole looked over, squirmed around to get on her hands and knees and began sucking my cock. Her son climbed up behind her and slipped his large cock into his mother’s pussy.

Just as I was about to cum in Nicole’s mouth, Lisa left out a loud shriek, clamped her knees around Alice’s head and started to thrash uncontrollably. I knew she was lost in a massive climax of her own when my cum gushed into Nicole’s welcoming mouth and down her throat.

Fantasies for both of us were quickly becoming reality.

As my orgasm receded, I collapsed on my back with my softening dick laying on my stomach. Next to me, Nicole moaned as her son grunted his cum deep into her pussy, then rolled her over on her back. When Will’s cock pulled out of his mother, a river of semen gushed out. Will quickly slid down between her thighs and lapped up his own cum as quickly as it flowed out of her.

Nicole’s fingernails dug into my forearm as she started to cum on her son’s face. I was surprised how quickly my own arousal grew as a woman I just met and barely knew groaned her orgasm right next to me.

Then, I felt a hand softly cup my balls and tenderly tug on my dick. Carol stood bending over me, grinning devilishly, her soft ponderous tits with stiff erect nipples swaying gently just inches from my face with the movement of her hands. Bob stood grinning next to her, one hand rubbing Carol’s ass crack and pussy, the other stroking his stiff dick.

“Hi, Dan, I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to get back to you but now I’m ready to properly welcome you into the family,” Carol cooed and tightened her hand on my cock.

With that, she dropped to her knees between my legs and slowly inhaled my dick until her nose pressed firmly against my pubic hair. Ever so slowly she drew her mouth up with her teeth lightly scraping over the skin of my cock until the throbbing head was just barely between her lips. She repeated this motion several times and I was about ready to explode again as the first hints of my precum smeared on her lips.

“Not quite yet, Danny boy,” Carol murmured, climbing up on the mattress and straddling my hips. “I truly want to taste your cum in my mouth, but this first time I want to feel your sperm filling my pussy…at the same time my Bob fucks your wife and floods her cunt with his semen.”

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