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All my stories have a kernal (or more) of truth in them. The location here was the Florida keys.

Sue gunned the jet ski as she circled around Mike and took off like a rocket.

Her skimpy bikini top had been removed and tied to the handle bar – leaving her rack not only exposed to the sun, but the salt water spray as well. He couldn’t tell, but for all he knew her bottom was bare as well.

The way she straddled that machine gave her vibrations that made her wet inside as well. As she varied the engine speed back and forth, it was like a giant version of Mr. Blue (her favorite vibrator)- thus proving the old adage bigger IS often better.

As she increased the distance between herself and Mike, she wondered if she manipulated the throttle control just right whether she could give herself an orgasm right out there in the open ocean. The deep-throated growl of the 4 cycle engine as it varied in pitch with each turn of the throttle control added to the sexual excitement that was building up within her.

Mike knew he probably couldn’t catch up with her if she put her mind to it. She was now nearly 150 yards ahead of him, somewhat to his left. At times, all he could see of her and the jet ski was the bright yellow top that was flapping around in the wind. He did his best to keep her in sight.

When they first set off, their goal had been to find a secluded strip of beach that was only easily accessible by water. They had put a lunch, ice, and wine in the storage compartments of their water craft.

Because she was now rapidly increasing and decreasing the rpms, Sue had lost most of her lead. Just as she started to cum, she lost engine speed and hitting the edge of an 18″ swell caused her to lose her balance a she fell into the warm waters. A few seconds later Mike pulled along side.

“Just like a woman driver”, he yelled.

Sue’s face was red, not from being embarrassed for falling into the ocean, but by the after effects of a massive orgasm that came to a screaming (literally) halt by her falling into the drink.

She was still a little unsteady and had a little trouble climbing back on her jet ski. Mike didn’t notice that. He did notice that she was, in fact, bottomless.

“Let’s head to that little strip of beach over there”, Sue yelled, still trying to catch her breath. “I don’t see anyone there and it seems that the jungle comes down to the ocean on both sides – so no one will likely be strolling along there. We’ll have it all to ourselves.”

As they pulled up, Mike said “We’ll have to find some way to tie these up so they don’t drift off and leave us stranded. OTH, can’t think of too many other people I’d rather be stranded with!”. A couple hundred feet down the beach they saw a tree whose branches almost reached the water. They threw a tie rope around one of the branches and tied one boat to the other.

They had put sun screen on their face arms and legs before leaving the dock. “Let’s go for a swim before putting more sun stuff on”, Mike suggested.

“You’ll have to take your t-shirt and bottoms off, naughty america porno because I have proclaimed this a nude only beach. Nudes, not prudes allowed”, proclaimed Sue.

“I’m afraid that my cock might which is now somewhat hard gets soft in the water, some fish might bite it thinking it’s a fat worm”.

Mike ran into the water still wearing his stretch seamless underwear. “For now it’s stretching ability can contain my modesty.”

They swam for a few minutes. Sue, as is her want, swam underwater, and when she saw Mike turn from his back to his stomach suddenly came up underneath him and grabbed his pokey thing through his underwear. While still holding her breath she tried to suck it – but lost a hold of it when Mike started splashing and flailing around.

They both choked a little on the water and headed the short distance towards shore. As they got out of the water Mike took off his briefs, which were now stretched to the limit by the blood that had rushed to his shaft.

“See what you’ve done! It will probably never regain its original shape!”

“Are you talking about your penis or your shorts?” Sue laughed.

“First, before we do anything, we need to put on sunscreen”.

As she handed Mike the plastic bottle with a big 24 SPF emblazoned on it, she took out the small blanket she had stowed. “Don’t stint on the quantity. Put a lot on my shoulders and back. Put an extra amount on my ass, which rarely gets exposed.”

“Gee, any excuse to have someone rub your bare ass.”, Mike teased as he quickly took the bottle.

By the time Mike rubbed her taut ass and back of her thighs, his pokey thing was, to his surprise, becoming enlarged. It almost never does that out in the open. It didn’t at Mt. Lassen where he once had a nude photo shoot.

He was careful not to let his finger tips get too close to her pussy fur when doing the upper part of her legs and thighs.

Mike started to hand the bottle back to her. “Aren’t you going to do my front?”, Sue asked. “Get the front of my shoulders, and make sure you get my nipples. I wouldn’t want them to get so sore I wouldn’t be able to get them tongued and sucked by someone at the club tonite. I’m sure you’ll find that at the clothing optional resort where the disco is, some of the women will be topless and virtually bottomless as well. Even some of the men “dress”, i’ve been told. Anyway, nothing is more painful than having a piece of clothing touching a sunburned tit.”

“Make sure you rub more into my pussy fur and the rest of the crotch area. I don’t have enough fur to block out any UV rays. Just like my nipples, I don’t want to ever refrain from indulging in heavy petting, much less sex with real intercourse, because my outer lips and pussy are sunburned.”

By the time Mike had finished he was beginning to stiffen. “Let me do you – do you in the sun screen sense, I mean”, Sue laughed. She used her talented hands and finger tips like an expert.

Mike was standing up the whole time. “Turn around so I can do your front”, Sue ordered. nubiles porno Mike was only semi-hard, so his cock was pointed straight out rather than upward. She did the top of his head, shoulders, chest and the entire circumference of his penis and the surface of his balls. “I need to do that because your testicles will be exposed if you walk around with Mr. Boner all day. Normally it would be covered by Mr. Dick.

By the time she finished his thighs, calves, and top of his feet, Mike’s boner was pointed upward. “See, it’s a good thing I put lotion on everything since you are now completely exposed.”

They drank all of the chilled large bottle of lemonade. Mike ate half a chicken sandwich, Sue a chicken leg.

“Even out here in the middle of nowhere, Sue brought her Star magazine to read. Mike read an old NY Times mag. Five minutes later Mike started rubbing Sue’s bottom. “Just wanted to make sure the lotion was spread evenly. No. actually what I am doing is making sure the lotion I applied earlier is turning out ok. When done, one cheek will read “Keep your” and the other “Hands Off”. I figure that might send a message to someone you may meet when wearing your thong, or nada at the club or on a beach. OTH, tHat might be considered a veiled invitation. If I were really artistic, I’d have you wind up with a red “stop” sign burned on each cheek. Problem is, your ass is so small the writing has to be small – thus encouraging those for whom it is intended to get within touching and sniffing distance to read it.”

“Anyway, my handwriting is often so bad it might turn out to read simply “your hands”.

“I want you to take my “beach cherry” now! I have fantasized intercoursing you on a beach for a long time. I’m your virgin. Take me now!” Mike commanded.

“I want to see my cum ooze out of your pussy and disappear into the sand.”

“A beach is one of the top locations for making love or simply for having raw, physical sex.” One just needs to be careful that even a couple grains of sand don’t enter the woman.”

“My cock is perfectly clean. Not one grain of sand on the shaft or adjoining pubic hair. Put your hands on that driftwood log and put that ass of yours up in the air. Since this will be my first time at this, you’ll get the extra rush of popping yet another poor boy’s cherry.”

Mike stood behind her, and, as usual, entered her pussy with no problem.

He had figured this was a better position than if she were on her back. That may have caused sand to get where it wasn’t wanted.

He loved looking into her face when it was turned to the side. He liked the look of her pussy juices glistening in the sunlight on his pole when it partially withdrew, only to slam back into her again and again. In this position, because the light was so strong, he could see her swollen and distended lips almost grabbing and holding on to his shaft. In the quiet moments between the gentle breaking surf he could hear the slurping sounds caused by her wetness each time he drove ever deeper into her vagina. He could feel rumblings olgun porno and vibrations beginning to emanate from deep within her body – just the way a San Francisco earthquake feels just before the actual shaking begins.

Mike alternated between grabbing her hips and drawing her into him, and cupping one or both of her breasts and nipples. He took her hand that was, at times, just hanging down, and pressed her own fingertips on her clit his hand.

As he could feel the change in the texture of her sex juices and the enlarging of her lips as it grabbed at his cock, he yelled “I can’t wait. I’m going to cum!” He let out a yell that would make Tarzan proud. He almost didn’t hear Sue’s shrieks. Even though his feet were digging into the sand, his cock slipped out of her dripping, swollen cunt and the last jets of his sticky cum wound up on her lower back.

Spent, they fell onto the sand. Sand stuck to where it met the white gob of

cum on her back, just like it was Elmer’s glue. Grains of sand stuck to her bottom which was coated with pussy juice and cum.

Just as they started to get up, Sue and Mike heard cheering and clapping from the area where the beach met the jungle. They couldn’t see them because the half dozen or so people who had gathered were in the dark shade.

You see, this wasn’t the secluded beach they thought it was. There was a path from a nearby resort that led through the jungle down to this very spot.

Sue stood up and took several bows, which elicited more clapping. Mike ran over to where his briefs were, shook them out, and put them on.

“I need to go back in the water and rinse off,” Sue said, unflustered, and started to put on her bottoms.

“You don’t need to put clothes on here”, one of the onlookers who had come out into the open exclaimed. “This is considered a clothing optional beach and is used mostly by the resort which, by law, is hidden from view a hundred yards back from shore. Just because it is a clothing optional resort doesn’t mean we necessarily believe in public sex. We could tell right away when we saw your jet skis you weren’t from our place. Betty, here, just said we should be courteous and not disturb you. My name’s Jack. Why don’t you join us and have a beer?”

The other two couples, somewhat sheepishly, came and joined them.

It turned out this was the same resort Sue had planned to go to later that evening for some partying.

The three men all had towels around their waist, but they hardly hid the condition of their penii. Two of the women were nude, one just had a skimpy bottom on. It was pretty obvious their voyeuristic activity had turn them all on. One of the women was completely shaved and you could easily see her swollen inner lips protruding out into the open.

When the men sat down, Sue couldn’t help but slightly stare at the different shapes and sizes of bodies and penii. One of the men was shaved.

After leaving their belongings on the beach, the men all ran into the water. Sue thought it looked funny to see men running with their penii in some state of arousal. As has oft happened before, she once again had caused males to become erect.

This was her first time in ever turning on a woman. OTH, maybe it was Mike who turned her on when she saw the flaming reddish-orange fur surrounding his beautiful cock.

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It normally does not freeze in these parts until at least mid-December, but Jack Frost arrived early that year, and we had an incredible ice storm the week after Thanksgiving. I was fortunate enough to work just a few miles from our house, but Sara, who had been out at a remote site for the day, was now stranded a good ways from home. She did not like to drive during the rain, much less over a hundred miles through ice. We decided it would be much safer if she were to get a hotel room and try to head back the next day.

I had left the office around noon, when it became obvious that the front coming through was going to freeze the moisture on the ground and bring more icy precipitation with it.

I was feeling a little frisky, so I decided to load an amateur porn video that Sara and I had made in the bedroom DVD player. We had made five of these, and they often came in handy when I was at home alone. I had just put the disc in when the phone rang.

It was Sara, and there was a distressed tone in her voice.

“I can’t get a hold of Cindy,” she said.

“She’s probably in class,” I assured her.

“No, Sandy told me that classes were canceled earlier this morning,” Sara replied. “She’s not at work, Alicia said she’s not at home, and she is not answering her cell phone.”

“I’m sure she’s alright,” I said, although I was starting to get a little worried myself.

“She’s not a very good driver as it is,” Sara added.

“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it from there, sweetheart,” I replied. “Get some hot cocoa, buy a movie, and try to relax. I will see if I can get a hold of her.”

“Okay,” Sara said, though I could tell that she was stifling tears and had no intentions of relaxing until she knew her baby sister was safe.

We said goodbye, and I immediately dialed Cindy’s cell phone. It went straight to voicemail. I left a message telling her to call as soon as she got the message; her sister was worried sick about her.

I next dialed Cindy’s apartment. Sara told me she had already tried that, but it was the only other number I really knew to try.

“Hello?” Alicia answered.

“Hello, Alicia,” I said dryly.

“Hello, Aaron,” Alicia replied. Her voice was dripping with disdain, but there was also a twinge of excitement that she could not quite hide. Her cruel master had called, and her juices flowed a little at the sound of my voice in spite of her.

“I see you remember my name,” I said. “Apparently my last visit did the trick.”

“What do you want?” she asked. I could tell what she was HOPING I wanted.

“Has Cindy shown up there?” I asked, deciding to keep to the point for the moment.

“No,” she said, without able to hide the disappointment in her voice. Despite her greatest efforts, she was hoping that I had been calling to let her know I would soon be coming around to cash in again on the video that was now safely stored on my hard drive and two CDs.

“Do you know where she is?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “Like I told your wife, I have not seen her since last night. She was gone when I woke up this morning.”

“So you have no idea?” I pressed.

“No, you fucking jerk. I have no idea!” she hissed.

“Calm down there, Alicia,” I said coldly. “I have Dean Kramer’s email address saved in my contacts. Do not forget the position you are in.”

She was silent for a moment, then uttered, “Fine. But I don’t know where she is.”

“When and if you see her, you tell her to call me,” I ordered.

“Okay,” Alicia replied.

“If you perform up to expectations, I will reward you,” I said coldly. Without giving her a chance to reply, I hung up and giggled darkly.

I paced about the house for a little while, trying Cindy’s cell phone a few more times to no avail. Finally, I decided I would need to go out and look for her. I grabbed my keys and went to the front door.

When I opened the door, I stopped short. There, on the front porch, stood Cindy. She was wearing a heavy coat, and was shivering. The look on her face told me that she had been outdoors for quite a while, and she was obviously shaken up.

“Cindy?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I explain inside?” she asked. “It’s really cold.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, moving aside to let her in. As she passed, I caressed her back with my finger.

I shut the door and bade her sit down. She took off her wet coat, unveiling a tight, white sweater that accented her perky breasts, and settled on the couch. I walked to the kitchen to pour her some hot coffee I had already made for myself.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Is Sara around?” she asked in reply.

“No,” I answered. “She is stuck up in Wrendale because of the ice.”

Cindy nodded as I handed her the steaming mug. I then handed her the cream and the sugar.

“It’s really embarrassing,” she said, allowing herself to smile a little. I could not tell whether the blush on her cheeks was residual from her time outside or the humiliation of what she was mommys girl porno about to tell me.

“Are you okay?” I asked, sitting down on my recliner.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, taking a sip of coffee. “My car’s not.”

I sat up in alarm. “Why? What happened?”

“It’s okay. I’m not hurt, and I don’t think the car is too badly damaged,” she said. “I was driving, and the car slid into a ditch, and I could not get it out.”

“Wow, you’re sure you’re okay?” I asked.

“Yes, Aaron, I am,” she replied. “Just a bit embarrassed.”

“Where is it now?” I asked.

“It’s still in the ditch over off of Holland Road,” she replied. “There is nobody out today, and so I just decided…”

“You walked all the way here?” I asked incredulously. Holland Road was almost a mile away.

She nodded.

“Jesus,” I said. “Why didn’t you call? Sara and I have been calling you all afternoon.”

“I forgot my phone at home,” she replied, rolling her eyes at how such a minor oversight could cause such major misfortune. “I was distracted when I left.”

“Why were you on Holland?” I asked. Holland was on the opposite side of town from the university, and she worked at a restaurant on campus.

Suddenly, she would not look at me, and the answer seemed elusive.

“I was…I couldn’t let…it’s just that,” she stammered.

“Cindy, come on. It’s me,” I said. “Spit it out.”

“I was coming to see you,” she said, and looked at me. There were tears forming in her beautiful bright eyes. I got up and moved to the couch next to her. I took her hand and put my other on her back, and lightly caressed it.

“I knew Sara would be out of town, so when the ice storm hit, I called your office. They said you weren’t there, so I decided to come surprise you,” she said. A tear spilled down her cheek. “But then I lost control of the vehicle and I was stuck in that ditch, and all I was so frustrated because I ruined everything.”

I leaned in and kissed the tear away from her face. I put my hand gently on her cheek and turned her to face me. I withdrew enough to look her squarely in the eyes.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” I said, and then leaned in and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss; slow, but passionate. My hands went to her hair and ran through it. Her hands went to my chest and began caressing it.

She withdrew for a second. “But what about the car?” she asked.

“Is it blocking traffic?” I asked.

“No, it’s pretty much completely in the ditch,” she replied.

“Then when the storm lets up, we’ll call a tow truck,” I said, moving my lips down to her neck. “Until then…”

I moved my hand to her breast and lightly caressed the nipple through the fabric of her sweater. I kissed her on the mouth again, fully engaging her tongue with my own. She put her hand on my thigh and began gently massaging it through the denim of my jeans.

I put my hands underneath her sweater and undershirt and played with her breast, pulling the cup of her bra down enough to let me roll the nipple between my fingers, getting it hard and pinching it a bit. Her hands made their way into my lap, and her hands caressed the stiff bulge in my pants.

I pulled her sweater and shirt off, revealing a red lace bra. I looked at it for a moment, smiling.

“Wow,” I said. “You really got suited up for me.”

She smiled back deviously. “That’s not all.”

“Oh, really?” I asked.

“Just wait here,” she said. Her girlish excitement made her seem much younger than she really was. She got up and walked to the bathroom. Right before she went in she looked back at me. “When I come out, I expect those clothes to be out of my way.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, laughing. She shut the door, and I was undressed within ten seconds. This was easily the most anticipated sex I had ever had, and I was shameless about my enthusiasm.

It did not take too long at all for the bathroom door to open up again. Cindy stepped out wearing the red lace bra and a matching thong. She looked stunning, and my jaw almost dropped to the floor.

“You look amazing,” I observed, my eyes wandering up and down her body. “Turn around for me.”

She turned around for me, showing me her perfect, round ass. She pushed it out and bent over, gently sliding her hand across one of her cheeks.

“Very nice,” I said, grinning largely. “Good enough to eat, in fact.”

Cindy turned back to me and slinked to the couch. When she got close enough, she bent over and put both her hands on my shoulders. She lowered herself down, and we kissed again. My hands went to her sides and traced their way to her hips. As our tongues continue to dance around each other, my hands went back and cupped her smooth bubble butt.

I pulled her down closer to me, and she straddled me on the couch. We continued kissing, and my hands went from her butt up to her perky C-cup breasts and cupped them through the lace material. I lightly squeezed them and pushed them together, momentarily giving her a hint of momsbangteens porno cleavage. My mouth worked their way down to her neck, then to her chest.

I reached around and unlatched the bra, pulling it off of her and letting her breasts come free. I immediately attacked one with my mouth, rolling my tongue over the areola and sucking the nipple between my teeth.

Her arms were around my neck, and she was gently running her hands through my hair. I buried my face between her tits and squeezed them together. I could not believe that after all this time, Cindy was finally mine.

I pushed her down so that she was lying on the couch face up, and I knelt on the floor at her feet. I took one of her feet in my hand and began sucking delicately on her toes, licking between them and flicking my tongue across the pads. Cindy moaned in ecstasy, and when I looked up at her, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was stretched out in a content smile.

I traced my tongue up her left leg to her knee, where I paused just long enough to lift her leg up in the air and lick on the back of her knee. My tongue then continued its track up her inner thigh until it reached the seam of her thong.

I looked up into her eyes, and she was looking down at me with an adoring gaze and that same wide smile plastered across her full lips.

I used my fingers to move the material to the side, exposing her freshly shaved pussy. I parted her lips with two of my fingers and got my face close enough to it to feel the heat emanating from it and smell the sweet aroma.

“I have wanted to eat your pussy for so long,” I said, looking up at her.

“I’ve been masturbating every day since that first night, closing my eyes and pretending that my fingers were your tongue,” she replied, raising her hips a bit to bring her pussy closer to my mouth.

Not really seeing a reason to hold off any longer, I delved into her pussy, rubbing her clit and labia with my tongue in determined, long strokes. This immediately evoked loud, breathy sighs and moans out of Cindy.

I inserted a finger into her vagina as I continued to lick, and I began to pump it in and out. Soon, a second finger joined it.

“Oh, my God!” Cindy breathed, cupping her breasts in her hands and massaging them as I ate her.

“You like that, baby?” I asked between licks.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” she said.

“Then I think you’ll love this,” I said.

I sucked her clit between my front teeth and nibbled lightly, while my pinky slowly extended into the crack of her perfect, round ass.

“What are you doing?” she asked in an almost comical tone that was a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

“You’ve never had your ass fingered before?” I asked, pulling my mouth from her pussy for a moment.

She shook her head hesitantly. I could tell the idea made her uncomfortable.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Do you believe that I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before?” I asked.

She smiled and nodded again.

“Alright, then,” I said, smiling greedily.

My pinky found the tight entry to her back door. Enough of her juices and my spit had flowed down to make a nice lubricant, and I slipped it in to her asshole slowly and gently. I continued fingering her pussy and licking her clit to complete the effect.

She moaned a little louder, and she began to writhe on the couch. Her hips rocked back and forth, and she began to press her pussy ever closer to my mouth, almost as if she were trying to smother me in her sweet mound.

“Oh, God I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, her eyes shutting tightly. “Oh, yeah! Finger my ass, baby! Eat me, Aaron! Eat me! OOOOOOHHHH!”

I flicked my tongue ever faster, taking her over the edge. Her legs closed up on the side of my head like a vice grip, and she howled with pleasure.

I eased the pace of my fingers, and my licks on her engorged clit became soft and soothing as she recovered.

“Bring that cock around here and fuck my face,” Cindy said suddenly. “I have been dying to taste it again for weeks.”

I swung my hips around so that I was straddling her face, my right knee on the couch next to her head, and my left foot on the floor. As I changed positions, Cindy pulled her thong off so that both of us were completely naked. She put her soft hands on my cock and lifted it up to my stomach. She hungrily inhaled both of my balls into her mouth and began massaging them with her tongue. I continued to lick on her clit and finger her wet pussy.

My balls popped out of her mouth, and she aimed the head of my cock into her mouth. I lowered my hips down and filled up her tight mouth, groaning with pleasure as she moaned loudly and vibrated my rod in her throat.

I began to slowly pump my cock into her mouth, sucking on her clit and driving my fingers into her deeply again. Her tongue did wonders around the shaft, and I could feel the head of my swollen dick tickling the backof her throat.

It felt so good; monsters of cock porno I had waited so long to have Cindy, that I began to pump my hips faster. She began releasing a gutteral grunt every time I pushed my cock in. I was on the threshold of gagging her every time, but I need not have worried; as if to assuage my concerns, she wrapped her arms around my hips, putting her hands firmly on my ass and pulling me even deeper into her throat.

As I continued licking her pussy, her clit became even more engorged, and I promptly sucked it into my mouth. Her hands began tightly squeezing my ass cheeks, telling me that she was nearing another orgasm.

Sure enough, within seconds, she was crying out despite my large, hard dick pounding into her mouth.

I took it out of her mouth and stood up over her. She reached up and began stroking my cock, a bewildered, yet predatory look on her face.

“Fuck me,” she growled, her face overwhelmed by an expression of pure lust.

It was music to my ears. She was a wonderful suck, but I had wanted to fuck Cindy’s pussy since before she was of legal age. I sat down on the couch, my rod poking straight up in the air.

“Come ride this big cock, baby,” I invited.

She got up and turned her back to me, giving me a wonderful view of her beautifully round and full ass. She backed up to me, lowering herself down so that her pussy hovered over my aching cock. I elevated my hips to put the tip of it against her tight opening.

She lowered herself down onto me slowly, absorbing each inch of my cock until at last her butt was sitting firmly on my lower stomach. She exhaled loudly with a sigh. I shared her sentiment; all the frustration, the waiting, the obstacles…all of it was worth the sensation of sinking into my little sister-in-law.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned. “It feels so good inside me!”

I reached around and cupped her breasts and began gyrating my hips against her.

She used her legs and hips to move herself up and down on me. My dick slid in and out of her wet, tight pussy, and my hands continued to fondle her perky tits.

We were fusing as one, it seemed. Each of us knew instinctively the pace that the other wanted to go, and soon she was rapidly bouncing up and down on my lap, and my cock seemed to get deeper and deeper with each plunge.

Her hands crept down to her crotch. Her right hand fingered her clit whilst I fucked her, and her left went further down, caressing and massaging my balls. My hands went to her shoulders, and I began driving her down on my cock harder and even faster, sinking myself in ever deeper.

“Oh fuck, Aaron!” she screamed, turning her head to look back at me sideways. “You fuck me so good! You fuck that wet pussy sooooo goo-oo-oo-ood!”

She came again, and I felt her juices explode over my cock, and she seemed to collapse, falling back and resting the back of her head on my shoulder. We were both drenched in sweat.

“Oh, my God, baby,” she said breathlessly and laughed. “I’ve never come so many times before.”

“I still got a little left in the tank,” I replied, kissing the top of her head.

She rolled off of me and laid on the couch, putting her feet up in the air with a wink and a devious smile. “Well, come finish up, big guy.”

I turned and positioned myself between her legs, hooking each one over a shoulder and once again sinking my manhood into her luscious hole. I immediately began pumping my hips hard and fast, enjoying the sight of Cindy’s tits bouncing with each thrust.

Cindy and I looked in each other’s eyes as I fucked her. Both of us were so content. I knew we both wanted the sensation to last forever. I put my hand on her cheek, and she pulled my finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

I was getting close.

“Here it comes,” I announced as if to warn her.

“I want to feel you explode inside me,” she said warmly, rocking her hips against mine and looking at me intently.

I did not even think to argue. With a glorious roar, I shot stream after stream into her hot, welcoming pussy. After the last drop dripped into her, I collapsed on top of her much as she had earlier.

The smell of her sweat and the feel of her hair on my face was comforting, like laying in that one special, secret corner as a child. I gently kissed her neck, and she wrapped her arms around me and caressed my back with her nails. My cock was slowly melting and shrinking out of her.

I rolled off of her and we snuggled on the couch for a few minutes in absolute silence.

When I had fooled around with Sandy, there had been no real afterthoughts. But lying here with Cindy, I suddenly became very aware that our relationship would change forever. The thought was exciting and frightening at the same time.

Thoughts swirled around my head, and I have no idea at what point I stopped thinking and started dreaming, but at some point, we were both startled awake by the phone.

I got up quickly and checked the caller ID before picking up.

“It’s Sara,” I said, looking at Cindy.

A look of dread washed over her, and with what I was feeling, I may as well have been looking in the mirror. I had just finished fucking my wife’s baby sister. Would I be able to talk to Sara? Would she be able to tell just from the tone of my voice?

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I’ll get straight to the point; I have always had a crush on my younger sister. We’ve always been close but as sisters went our relationship always seemed a little different. I don’t know why, maybe because she is only 18 months younger than me or maybe because our parents were very affectionate with each other in front of us. It’s not like they had full on sex or anything but they were forever kissing and hugging, sometimes even openly caressing each other, but it never got lewd and for some reason we never became embarrassed by their affection. So it came as no surprise to our parents and us that my sister Ruby and I were very close, even overly affectionate towards one another. In one way I was quite protective of her, and she always came to me for advice or with any questions she had about boys and relationships.

When I was seventeen I came out as a lesbian and I wasn’t surprised that my parents and sister were completely fine about it, especially Ruby who seemed to delight in asking me endless questions about my experiences. But then one day two and a half years later I got a phone call from a long-term friend of mine, asking me to go on a trip with her to Spain for six months. It came totally out of the blue but it was such a once in a lifetime chance that I couldn’t miss out. I approached my parents and they agreed at once, they knew I was responsible and maybe the thought of me being a lesbian put them at ease that I wouldn’t come back pregnant by some Spanish waiter. I had earned some money from my waitress job; all I had to do was tell Ruby. She was devastated.

‘But Paige, You’ll miss my eighteenth!’ She cried, hugging me

‘I’ll send a card’ I joked feebly, her tears having an emotional effect on me.

‘But what am I gonna do without you?’ She looked at me, her huge chocolate brown eyes watery, her plump pink lips pouted.

‘Don’t be silly! I’m only going for six months!’ I stroked her face, which was intended to comfort but she closed her eyes and almost moaned aloud. I snapped my hand back to my side and she opened her eyes, gave me one final awkward hug then left me to pack.

The morning of my trip came and I woke extra early to get some breakfast. My parents came down for ten minutes, hugged me tightly and wished my luck, to send them a postcard every now and again and to phone as soon as I got there. I shed a few tears then proceeded to eat my toast. About half meet suck and fuck an hour before I was due to leave Ruby came down and we chatted for a while. I noticed how beautiful she looked. She was tall and had long and graceful limbs; they always seemed to tan golden brown in the summer, even if she drowned herself in lotion. Her thick, straight and dark brown hair framed her face in a flowing mass and her eyes looked especially sparkly. I couldn’t stop gazing at her in her short nightdress.

As the clock struck seven o’clock I got up and walked to the door, before I opened it Ruby spun me towards her and kissed me full on the lips. There were no tongues involved just a long, hard kiss. At first I was so shocked I kept my eyes open for a second but then closed them. I enjoyed it so much I became instantly wet. The feeling was unlike I had ever experienced. I had obviously kissed and even made love with other girls, but I had never felt so loved as I did at that moment. Suddenly I felt a tentative touch on my breast. Ruby’s hand was cupped over my breast, her fingers caressing my nipple, which was fully erect. I gasped against her mouth as her other arm drew me nearer. We pressed so tightly together I almost couldn’t breathe.

I felt her pert and firm breasts pushed against mine, her smooth leg was wrapped around me as she pushed me into the door. Before I knew what was happening she ran her hand down my trembling body and stroked my warm and damp pussy. I was breathing so deeply I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue to enter my mouth. It was hot and wet, it curled around my own and she gently sucked on it. I reached out and fondled her heavy breasts. The nightdress was so flimsy I could see the small hard nipples clearly, and at that moment I knew I had to have her. In every way. Just as I started to kiss my way down her neck a loud car horn beeped and we were both brought back to reality.

‘What the hell was that?’ I asked, running my shaking fingers through my dark hair.

Ruby grinned at me, ‘A going away present’

Whilst in Spain all I could do was think about Ruby. Every dream I had was about her, our kiss and us growing up together. I often thought about the times I would try to catch a glimpse of her coming out of the shower or getting changed. Almost every night I masturbated thinking about her firm and juicy breasts, chewable nipples and mobil porno toned body. I wished away the six months and couldn’t wait to go home.

The big day finally arrived. I kept the arrival date a secret to surprise everyone, although they knew I would be home late in September. As I got out of the taxi I looked up at my home. I was now twenty and had a lot more experience under my belt. A little shiver ran up my back as I realised I would be seeing Ruby in a matter of minutes. I dashed up the path but quietly unlocked the door, so I could surprise everyone. I was a little shocked when everything was silent. I didn’t call out, but instead looked all around the ground floor, leaving my luggage in the front room. I was dressed in only a white crop top and cut off denim jeans. I was deeply tanned and had, had my think hair braided. I kicked off my trainers and socks and displayed my manicured toes, my last expense during my trip to Milan. I searched all over before finally creeping up the stairs. I checked the bathroom, my room and my parent’s room before finally coming to Ruby’s. The door was ever so slightly ajar. I could clearly see her bed and my breath caught in my throat. She was masturbating.

She looked like a Goddess. Her slim and golden brown body was bathed in sunlight. Her hair had been cropped into a short and punky style and it framed her elfin face. She was writhing up and down, her bedcovers twisted and half hanging off the double bed. Her knees were up and I could clearly see her shaved pink pussy, glistening with juice. One hand was caressing her small breasts while the other was roaming her body, occasionally she would dip her finger into her hole, then bring it over her clit. She began to rub harder and I heard her breathing increase. I was transfixed, my heart began to race and I was blown away by how intensely wet I was. My eyes flicked to the floor and I shuddered in absolute delight. The pictures of me that I had sent her were strewn around her, on the bed and on the floor. She was thinking of me. Suddenly her body tensed and she cried out. Her breathing became shallow and she opened her eyes. They locked onto me and gasped. I bit my lip and grinned. She sat up open mouthed.

‘Hey Ruby’ I smiled, my voice soft and husky.

‘You – You’re back!’ She exclaimed. Her body was draped in a light sweat but she didn’t think to cover herself. My baby sister had mofos porno finally grown into a woman.

I walked to the bed and sat beside her. Though she was naked we hugged. Once we drew apart we looked at each other. She stroked my face as I did to her. We kissed and it was as good as the first time. This time we held nothing back. Our tongues twirled around her other. I greedily sucked on her tongue, and she soon reciprocated. My hands trailed over her warm body, to her breasts. I let my fingers trace patterns over her nipples. She moaned as I carried on towards her pussy.

She lay back down as I straddled her. I sat just above her pussy, raised by my knees. I took my top off and watched as her eyes widened, as she took in my full breasts topped by large, almost brown nipples. I caressed my breasts and teased my nipples in front of her, it drove her wild. She reached out but I swatted her hand away and carried on with my strip. I slowly unzipped my shorts and little by little revealed my skimpy pink thong. Her hands ran up and down my legs, causing me to shiver and moan. Soon I was astride her in nothing. I trailed my thong over her face, down her body and away. I made her lie down again and I covered her body with kisses, pausing to kiss and lick her nipples. She ran her fingers through my hair as I carried on licking my way down her body. She shuddered as I reached her wet centre.

First I breathed on her inner thighs and watched her tremble. I slowly made my way to the bottom of her slit. I dipped my tongue into her and she jerked. Out of nowhere I darted my tongue deeper into her and she yelled out. I started to tongue fuck her. Using my hot wet tongue to probe her till she was almost at an orgasm. Then just as she couldn’t take anymore I sucked on her clit until she came, her juices flooding my face. I looked up and saw she was smiling at me. I kissed my way up her stomach and rested my face in her neck. But she was far from done.

She rolled me over onto my front. Spreading my legs she exposed my almost dripping pussy, neatly trimmed. She kissed me in deft bursts from her neck to my backside. Once there she licked my cheeks with wet trails making me gasp and squirm. Then she parted my cheeks, exposing my other tight hole, she proceeded to probe it with her tongue, whilst her finger found my pussy hole. I was gasping with passion as she followed her finger with her tongue. There she licked and sucked me from behind until I came. I turned myself onto my back and looked at her. She was grinning, her lips shiny.

‘What was that?’ I asked, stretching.

‘Your coming home present’ and with that, she kissed me and settled into my arms.

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My love life hadn’t been going very smoothly as of late. The woman I was seeing for the past two years decided to leave me. She wanted to get married with no more delays. I said no and she took a walk. I was really in a bad mood when I got a call from my sister Sue. She knew I wasn’t happy and she offered to take me out to dinner one evening.

I met Sue at a restaurant one Friday night. We had dinner and more than a few drinks when she said we should go back to her place to wind down. Sue and I sat down on her couch and had a heart to heart talk once we arrived.

“You need to get over her Jeff, it’s time to move on,” my sister said to me.

I knew she was right but I was still moping around. Sue started to rub my back and shoulders as we were talking. I wish she wouldn’t have done that. I looked at Sue and thought how attractive she was. My sister has long black hair and was shapely. She especially had big breasts. I just love big breasts. As my sister rubbed my back my cock started getting hard in my pants. I knew that wasn’t a good sign.

I looked at my sister’s face and then I did something I shouldn’t have done. I leaned in and I kissed her directly on the mouth.

“No Jeff, we shouldn’t,” she told me.

I just didn’t care at this point. I pulled my sister into my body and I brought my one hand up to her top. I started rubbing her tits through the material. Sue tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let her. I was so damn horny, sister or no sister. We sort of wrestled as Sue tried to break free from me. I pushed her down onto her back. I locked my lips onto hers. My hands were trying to work her top up off her body.

I think my sister gave up and let me get her top off. She had a bra that snapped in the front and I undid it. Her big tits came free and I lowered latin sex tapes porno my face and took each one in my mouth. Sue let out a loud sigh and I figured I was going to have my way. Her nipples were so hard as I sucked on each one.

“Oh my God, Jeff!”

I just had to have my sister, there was no other way around it. I stood up and started to strip out of my clothes. I got undressed in a minute or so. My cock was erect and standing straight out. Sue just stared at my thick member. I reached down and pulled my sister’s pants and undies off.

“I need you Sue, please don’t say no.”

My sister didn’t say a word. I took that as a ‘yes’ so I got back onto the couch. I pulled my sister’s thighs apart and I lowered my face one more time. I began to lick her wet folds and prepare her for my cock. Sue was moaning loudly now. I slipped my tongue into her gash and I tasted her hot juices. Sue placed her fingers around my head and pulled me tightly to her pussy.

I lapped at my sister’s gash until I figured she was ready for me. I pulled away and took hold of my stiff dick. I guided my mushroom to her opening and positioned myself to enter her.

“Oh my God!” My sister let out this low scream.

I started to push past her wet folds. I was giving her more and more of my dick. I finally had myself all the way inside my sister’s pussy. I started going faster, feeding Sue with long, deep strokes. I soon felt my sister wrapping her long legs around my waist. I think we both needed each other that night. Sue was panting like a dog in heat. I fed her all seven inches of my erect cock.

I was stirring my dick around rubbing Sue’s pussy walls. I must have been hitting the right spots. I could feel Sue’s pussy going into convulsions. I knew if I kept lezbiyen porno this up my sister would be having one giant orgasm. I just kept pounding my raw dick into my sister. That’s when I felt her warm juices splashing against my groin.

Sue just lost control and was spraying me with her hot love cream. I had never felt anything like that before. A few more strokes from me and I felt my balls tightening up. I just couldn’t hold back from all this hot sister sex. I buried my dick in the whole way and I sprayed Sue with my love seed. You should have seen the expression on my sister’s face. She wasn’t expecting me to cum, that was for sure.

I blasted her pussy with a stream of my hot oils. Sue’s pussy muscles tightened around my rod and she milked me of all my cum. I have to admit I had never had sex quite like this. Our fucking together was so intense. Maybe it was because it was brother and sister making love. I must have had large load saved up. It felt like I hosed my sister for a good twenty minutes. Unfortunately, I felt myself going soft.

When I pulled out a gusher of my cum spilled out of my sister’s pussy. I watched as it ran out and down her ass crack. Sue didn’t move for a few minutes. It seemed like she was spent from all our lovemaking. She finally came out of her haze and looked up at me.

“You need to let me up so I can clean myself.”

I got up from my sister and she weakly got to her feet. She went to the bathroom and didn’t come back for a long time. When I heard the bathroom door open I looked up. My sister had a bathrobe on and she sat down next to me on the couch.

“We need to talk,” she said to me. “I am not on any protection.”

It was my turn to be surprised. I figured my sister had been on birth control pills. I had just liseli porno fucked her with my bare dick and shot a large load of my baby cream into her belly.

“I’m sorry Sue, I just lost control of myself.”

“I wanted that as much as you did,” she said to me.

Sue said she hadn’t had sex in a long time. That and the alcohol had gotten her horny as well. We talked some more and Sue said I better stay the night. We walked back to her bedroom and picked up where we left off. I was naked on my back when Sue took off her bathrobe. She climbed over top of me. I felt her hand taking my cock and rubbing it against her opening.

I didn’t think I could get hard again so soon. I was dead wrong. That rubbing against Sue’s pussy got me hard in short order. Sue guided my dick to her soaked pussy and she sunk down on me. Fuck, did that feel good once more. My sister began to ride up and down my shaft. My hands went first to her ass cheeks. I was pulling them apart as I pumping my dick to meet her thrusts.

“Pinch my nipples, Jeff,” my sister pleaded with me.

I reached out and tweaked each of my sister’s big nipples. That made Sue go nearly crazy. I never thought our lovemaking could get hotter than when we did it on the couch. I was so wrong. Sue was bouncing up and down on my dick. We must have done it for a good half hour before I felt my cum rising up. I was shocked when I hosed my sister’s pussy with more of my seed. Sue had an orgasm where her whole body shook. I then took hold of her hips and felt her fall onto my chest.

Sue started to cry a bit. I guess the sensations she had were so intense. We eventually uncoupled and we held each other for a long time.

“What are we going to do Jeff?”

Sue was afraid I had made her pregnant. I began to worry as well about my stupidity. There wasn’t much we could do now. I had given Sue two large loads of my cream. We would have to see what happened down the road. We did agree on one thing. Sue and I were going to keep making love with each other. I need her as much as she needs me, it seems.

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My sister and I are very close. Very close. It wasn’t always that way but our relationship changed suddenly one night 20 years ago, in the back seat of the family car, within a few feet of our parents.

We both grew up in Cheltenham in the west of England. Although Meg was two years older than me, even at five years old I looked like the Incredible Hulk beside her. I take after my dad, a big-boned placid sandy-haired Welshman, whereas Meg is a younger version of mum, short, delicately built but with a fiery temper. With a shoulder-length mop of ginger hair, big green eyes, long pale lashes, chubby peaches-and-cream cheeks, button nose, cupid’s bow mouth and dimpled chin, even at 20 she could easily have been taken for a 14-year old. At six-feet-two and with a nose broken at 16 in an unruly scrum, at 18 I looked ten years older than I was. As infants we generally got on very well but we grew apart in our teens. Meg didn’t do very well in the final exam at her primary school and went on to a large mixed-sex school whereas I breezed through my exam and was admitted to a rather exclusive boys’ school.

The difference in age between an 11-year-old boy and a 13-year-old girl is in reality a lot bigger than two years and we increasingly had little in common. Due to our different schools we had different sets of friends with different attitudes to life; I was a model pupil and captain of the school rugby team whereas I gathered, from whispered conversations between my parents, shouting matches between them and Meg, and the sort of company she kept, that my sister was a bit of a wild child. Her hair and clothes often stank of tobacco, she frequently stayed out late into the night and more than once she seemed bleary and hungover the following morning.

We used to go on holiday each year to Scotland, my dad driving us up there overnight. Meg and I would slump down at opposite ends of the back seat of our Range Rover, either sleeping or she listening to her personal stereo and me playing Donkey Kong on my Game Boy. At the resort we spent as little time as possible in each other’s company. When she was 18, despite her rebellious nature, Meg qualified for the University of East Anglia on the other side of the country, and for two years I saw little more of her.

My 18th year was to be the last time I joined my parents for a family holiday before I departed myself for university. We expected it to be just the three of us but, to our surprise, a few days before we were due to leave Meg unexpectedly came home. She was in a foul mood, spent most of her time in her room, and said she didn’t want to come on “the fucking family jaunt” and would be happy to be alone at home.

Two days before we left for Scotland, as I was going to bed I heard Meg in her room scream — a real Hammer Horror screech of unbridled anguish — and burst into deep wracking sobs. She sounded in genuine pain and I wondered if she had hurt herself, maybe through self-harming or something. Nervously I gently tapped on her door, fully expecting to be told to fuck off. She gasped and stifled her sobs, turning them to whimpers, but said nothing.

Feeling as if I was taking my life in my hands I opened the door a crack and whispered to ask if she was okay. Still no reply so I warily entered; Meg’s bedside lamp was on and I saw she was propped up on one elbow in a sleeveless silky nightie, her face red and streaked with tears. She looked so fragile that an unfamiliar wave of compassion passed over me and I stepped forward, put down on her bedside cabinet the mug of cocoa I’d made myself, sat lightly on the very edge of her bed and asked her what was wrong. She just stared at me for a few moments then, shocking me to the core, flung herself into my arms, sobbing into my chest.

I should explain at this point that, between study and rugby, I’d never had much experience with the opposite sex. The most intimate I’d ever got was a couple of snogs and tit-gropes in dark corners at school discos shared with the girls’ school down the road to ours, with girls I didn’t even know. As a result, having a shuddering, attractive young female press herself to me made my jogging pants start to look like a circus big top as my cock leapt to attention, even though she was my older sister. My face was burning with embarrassment but thankfully Meg didn’t seem to notice.

After a minute or so she sat back and, between taking sips of my cocoa, started to pour her heart out to me. It turned out that Meg’s problem was her complicated love life. She’d slept with several fellow students, male and female, at uni before hardcore porno falling head over heels with one particular boy. They’d been together more than six months and talked about moving in together; then one of Meg’s ex-girlfriends had suggested a threesome. Meg herself had been reluctant but her man thought it sounded fun so she went along with it to please him. In the weeks since then he’d started messing her about, making excuses not to see her and not replying to phone messages. Finally, the day before she came home he’d told her he was dumping her in favour of the other woman. Earlier this evening Meg had phoned him and begged him to give her another chance, even if she had to share him, but in the end he’d hung up on her.

I had no idea how to respond to this outpouring of misery, but I hugged her, stroked her hair and kissed her forehead when she cried, sympathised as she told me her tale, and told her more than once that she was a beautiful, smart girl and if the bloke couldn’t see what he had in her he was a total dickhead who didn’t deserve her. In the end we talked for about three hours and I finally got to bed around 1am, exhausted, emotionally wrung out and without even one taste of my cocoa.

The following morning I worried what sort of state Meg would be in, but when I got home from a gym session I was surprised to find her bright and cheerful, looking as if she’d had an untroubled ten hours’ sleep, and helping mum prepare lunch. Both greeted me with beaming smiles and mum chirruped “Guess what Gavin? Megan’s changed her mind about coming on holiday with us, isn’t that great!” I smiled weakly and nodded, but I had immediate premonitions of angst-ridden phone calls, moods and gloom.

After we’d eaten we all went to get a few hours’ sleep. Meg and I hadn’t had a moment alone to that point, but as I headed for my room she stepped out of hers into my path. With a shy smile she said, “Thanks for last night, you’re a real lifesaver Gav. Do you have a girlfriend?” Embarrassed to tell her the truth, I mumbled that I didn’t at the moment. She stepped to within inches of me, rose on tiptoe, gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, “Some girl will be fucking lucky to get a fella as sweet and sensitive as you, bro.” Then she disappeared into her room again leaving me feeling stunned.

Dad’s always liked doing the drive up north through the night because the motorway’s very quiet then; he sometimes did night shifts in his job, so he had little problem staying awake, softly playing big band music on the car stereo throughout the trip. At 11pm we gathered outside and loaded up our luggage. Dad had a people-carrier then with seven seats and mum, opening the rear door said, “Gavin likes to lodge himself in the back so you can have the middle row Megan.”

To the surprise of the rest of us Meg cheerily replied “That’s okay mum, I’ll keep Gav company in the back, that’s okay, right bruv?” I couldn’t think of a good reason to politely disagree so I tried to smile and nodded. When we departed I read by a little nightlight I’d clipped to the seat in front but, despite our afternoon naps, Meg soon dropped off to sleep. At first she rested her head against the window, but after a while she scrunched around and her head flopped onto my arm. I was okay with that and slipped my arm around her for mutual comfort, but two or three times one of her arms flopped across me, her palm resting on my crotch. I moved it away each time but, well, let’s say it didn’t help my concentration on my book, especially the last time when her fingers seemed to clench around my throbbing stiffy.

I was quite relieved when, at about half-past-two, we pulled into a service station for a leg-stretch and I could get some fresh air to cool me down. Dad, mum and I bought burgers at one of the fast-food stations but Meg excused herself. When we’d finished our food we bought takeaway coffee, for all four of us, and I was just about to be sent off to track my sister down when she tottered into view. Our parents had busied themselves with checking our progress in a map book but I could immediately see something wasn’t right with Meg. Her pupils looked enormous and she gave off a sweet sickly smell which I guessed was a result of her having smoked wacky baccy. She gave me a silly grin and I bundled her into the back of the car and opened a window a crack before dad or mum picked up the signs.

We’d been under way again no more than a minute or so when Meg giggled, pulled my ear down to her mouth and whispered “You were dead ticklish when we were little Gav — are you still hd porno ticklish?” I’d entirely forgotten that and nobody had tickled me for more than a decade, but we both found out. Meg’s hands flashed out and her fingers started digging into my hips and belly. I snorted in surprise and wriggled as a feeling like 1000 ants crawling across my skin shot through me. She was giggling wildly and I couldn’t help laughing too as I tried to fight her off, at the same time trying to shush her so our parents wouldn’t hear.

As I wrestled Meg off — I swear to this day it was a complete accident but she’s always claimed not to believe me — my hand slipped down inside the front of her jeans. It wouldn’t even have been possible if she hadn’t previously undone the tight waist stud and part of the zip for comfort. She was wearing silky thong panties and before I even knew it my fingertips were actually resting between the warm tops of her thighs. Of course, I instantly tried to withdraw my hand but Meg’s own small hands closed tightly around my wrist, I assumed to drag me out of her pants. On the contrary though, she pushed against my attempt to retreat and actually pulled my hand a little further in. In the darkness all I could clearly see were her eyes reflecting the motorway lights; they locked on mine and she hissed “Please Gav, I need this, I’m so fucking horny.”

I’d never even seen a real pussy before, let alone touched one, and I could feel Meg’s heat and dampness through her undies. My face was flushing and my cock was suddenly painfully stiff. I was a randy 18-year-old virgin, and only human after all. Rationalising to myself that I was just helping my sister with something, which any nice brother would do, I relaxed my arm muscles and let her guide me. Instantly she placed her own hand over mine and began to rhythmically push my fingers against the slim wet gusset of her panties.

Meg’s eyes fluttered and her head rolled back. Within moments the material slipped aside and I felt the burning skin of her pussy under my fingertips, then around my fingers as two of them slid inside her. Even though I was pretty sure our parents couldn’t see us, two rows of seats back in a dark car, I had the sense to pull a handy blanket over us. I alternately squirmed my fingers around inside Meg and pulled them halfway out, drawing gasps from her as I plunged them back in. Withdrawing her hand from mine she clapped it over her mouth, gnawing at the flesh of one of her fingers. I felt her pussy muscles tightening around my fingers but I continued fucking her with them, creating a tiny squishing sound in her slick heat. Suddenly her legs stiffened and she grabbed a corner of the blanket and bit down on it hard to stifle a series of groans. Worried our parents might hear, I used my spare hand to pull my sister’s head hard against my chest to muffle her. After several seconds she seemed to go limp like a ragdoll and I eased my sticky hand out of her jeans. Then one of her arms flashed around my neck, pulled my head down and she smacked her lips to mine, fiercely thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth, my first Frenchie. She slumped back, her little chest heaving and, unable to resist, I eased my fingers into my mouth and sucked her salty, spicy juice from them.

It felt as if my dick would actually snap against my jeans if I didn’t free it, so I undid them and wrapped my hand around it, slowly beginning to pump. I thought Meg was still out of it but, eyes apparently closed, one of her hands reached out and brushed my fingers away then wrapped her own around my red-hot shaft. I tried to control a gasp as she began to stroke me then she leaned into me, giggled and whispered “Oh Gav, you’re really my big brother aren’t you.” Her hand then stopped moving, just holding me, to my great disappointment, and with no stimulation my erection began to soften.

I thought that was all I was going to get from Meg, but it turned out she just wanted to prolong things a little. With her free hand she tugged at my jeans and, getting her meaning, I hurriedly lifted my bum and eased them and my underpants down to my thighs. I then watched almost in disbelief as my older sister cradled my balls in one hand, ducked her head and licked the length of my shaft, making me shudder. Then she closed her lips over the tip and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around it. She slipped her sweet lips further down my cock, until the tip tapped against the roof of her mouth, and proceeded to give me a glorious suck, pumping the bottom with one hand and using the fingertips of the other to stroke my balls. As her latina fuck tour porno dangling hair tickled against my thighs I gritted my teeth, both to stifle my sighs and to try to delay the inevitable, but after probably two minutes I felt a surge of heat spin in my belly and my hips thrust at Meg’s face as I jerked several shots of jizz deep into her throat. After my spasms had eased she lifted her head with a big smile and whispered “Better?” Then she snaked an arm round my neck, fell back on the seats pulling me on top of her, and gave me another kiss, this time long and languid, spreading what she hadn’t swallowed of my spunk around my mouth. I found it tasted different to hers, more vanilla and less smoky,

When I sat up my head was still spinning and coloured spots were flashing in front of my eyes but almost immediately I fell into a sound sleep, my jeans and pants still around my thighs. I probably slept for an hour or so before Meg prodded me awake and, before I could make a sound, pressed a hand gently across my mouth. I saw it was already light outside and my watch told me it was a little after 5am. Meg turned my face to look at hers and mouthed “We’re almost there, it’s time.” For a moment I thought she meant it was time to tidy myself up, but then she shuffled forward to the edge of her seat and pulled me down to lie behind her.

I wondered what she had in mind — then I realised with a shock as she pushed her own jeans and panties down to her knees, lay in front of me and pulled the blanket over us both. She pushed back against me, her head against my chest and her warm bum pressed against my belly. She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around my cock again, and it took only seconds for her to coax me to hardness. Without any effort on my part it naturally found the edge of Meg’s pussy. In shock I began to ask her if she was really sure about this, but before I could finish the sentence she ducked down her hips and slipped my first couple of inches inside her.

Almost panting with arousal I grasped her slim hips and pushed slowly but firmly until my prick was buried in my sister’s pussy to the hilt. She started wiggling her hips back and forth, fucking me, and I took up the rhythm from her. Given that I’m so much bigger than her I didn’t want to hurt her, but she hissed back at me “as hard and fast as you like, baby.” With that encouragement I started putting all my strength into my thrusts, pulling halfway out each time then hammering back into her. I gradually rolled on top of her, and with each deep penetration Meg grunted into her arm and pushed back at me. I managed to last several minutes this time before she tightened around me and I felt her snatch flood with her juice, but she groaned back at me “Don’t fucking stop” and I continued to slam into her until I came myself. We both collapsed into the seats after that and I’m not even sure whether I pulled out of her before we started to doze.

Next thing I knew my mother had opened the door beside us and was trilling “Wake up sleepy heads.” We waited unto she turned her back then hurriedly pulled our clothes into order and blearily got out of the vehicle. Dad had stopped at a breakfast place near our destination and I’d never felt so hungry in my entire life, requesting seconds of almost everything. Sitting opposite Meg and me, mum turned to dad and said “You should have seen them Mike, it was so sweet, they were cuddled up together under that blanket.” Meg smirked into her coffee, but I almost choked on the toast I was eating and she had to clap me on the back.

Our parents were delighted at how Meg and I had re-bonded, frequently going off together for woodland walks. Meg’s wild nature asserted itself, she loved the risk of fucking up against a tree, or giving me a blowjob on a wayside bench where anyone could some along. Still, as long as it wasn’t mum and dad at least they wouldn’t know we were brother and sister!

That was our last family holiday, but it was only the start of my new relationship with Meg. After graduating from university she went abroad to work for a few years, and came back home with a Swiss husband in tow. But within days of her return I answered the front door of my flat one night to find my sister standing there, entirely naked under the raincoat she was wearing. Ever since then we get together once a month, as regular as clockwork, for a 24-hour fuck and suck fest, in my flat, in the local park, even in restaurant toilets and in cinemas when the mood takes Meg. Even when we go home for Christmas she loves us to screw at some point, as long as mum, dad and her family are downstairs below us. Meg and her husband have three kids, and their youngest son bears an uncanny resemblance to me. I’ve never married — I’ve had a few girlfriends over the years, but my darling sister remains the one true love of my life.

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Note: All characters are over 18

Part One

“Nrgmmmmmph!” Came the protests of the little sister as her older sister worked on her bindings.

“Oh hush; it’s the same as it’s ever been.” The older sister said, grinning as she continued working on her younger sister’s bonds. “You’re going to be just fine.”

In a house in a certain place, two sisters are in a room. One is tied to a chair with ropes binding her wrists behind the chair as well as ropes securing her waist and ankles to the chair. The rope around her waist is also tied to her wrists, keeping them from going too far. She also has a handkerchief shoved in her mouth with another tied over it to prevent her from spitting it out. The other is fawning over her currently.

The older sister was dressed like a schoolgirl, wearing the typical sailor costume of schoolgirls, white shirt, and blue skirt. She wore black socks and her hair had a single bun in the back.

The younger sister was dressed in a similar manner to an office secretary, with a white shirt and a skirt. She wore white socks and her hair was in two buns on the sides.

“You’re always the cutest when tied.” The older sister said, smirking a little. “Letting me satisfy my desires like this… it’s so great that I have such a cute younger sister.”

The younger sister struggled in her bonds, but to no avail. The very action made the older sister take great pleasure. This was an everyday ordeal between the two sisters, the older taking advantage of her younger sister and gizli çekim porno binding her. Ever since her older sister had turned fifteen almost six years ago, she’d engaged in this ordeal, starting with binding her (at the time) thirteen year old sister. Though, in between her being twenty, with her younger sister being nineteen, and fifteen, she’d gotten stricter, inflicting harsher punishments for escape, though, her younger sister’d never been bod enough to try, knowing the consequences might be severe.

“Hmmph NrrrG! —Please do not enter my room and tie me without permission sister!—” the younger sister muffled through her gag.

“I’m just getting started.” The older sister said. “I’ve got to show this to everyone as my twenty first birthday reel. I’ll go get my camera!”

Due to her gag, the younger sister couldn’t respond, the older sister not even expecting one in her completely consuming lust.

“Oh, wait, my camera’s dead.” The older sister said, pouting for a split second. “I’ll go charge it while I do my homework. I’ll be back soon so you can just wait here. Byyye, cutie.”

“MMPHH!! —Don’t charge it while I’m bound!—” the younger sister tries to shout. But, it is too late. Her older sister ignores her moans, shutting off the lights to her room, leaving and locking the door, the only light in the room a dull lamp.

“HMMMMPH —now’s my chance—” the younger sister said. “But, what do I do?”

She began to wiggle in the chair, but to no avail. Spinning doesn’t help her glory hole secrets either as she huffs in disappointment.

“If only I could dismantle this chair or get out of it, I could gain some freedom.” She thought. “But, how? There’s nothing around here I can reach.”

However, her gaze is directed to a small booklet on the floor near her socked feet. She strains in the dim light of the lamp, noticing that it resembles a manual.

“Is this what I think it is?” she thought. “Let me see if I can reach it…”

Her legs were bound to the leg of the chair, which restricted her movement quite a lot. However, she was able to carefully use her toes to move the booklet out into the light.

“I knew it!” she thought excitedly. “It’s the manual to this chair. I can definitely use this to escape the chair!”

Using her toes skillfully, she turned to pages to discover that the chair had screws holding the legs on as well as a screw holding the back on. Knowing she had no way of removing the screws on the legs at present, she decided to start with the chair back screw.

She reached her bound hands behind her, reaching for the screw. Fortunately, it had a large knob attached to it, which allowed her ease of turning it. She reached, struggling against her binds and shifting the chair in the process. Unfortunately for her, she tipped the chair over, falling forward and finding herself mostly unharmed, save for the pain in her chest and chin from the impact with the ground. However, grup sex she chose not to give up, instead doubling her efforts. She managed to reach the screw, managing to loosen it.

“Almost there” she thought. “If I keep going, I’ve got it.”

After ten minutes, she finally succeeded, loosening and removing the screw from the chair. The backrest slid off of the rest of the chair, allowing her to move her arms more as well as move her upper body a little more.

“Perfect!” she thought. “Now, I need something to escape from the legs with. Maybe there’s something on the bookshelf I can use?”

She looked around, unable to see the bookshelf. She carefully turns herself so that she can pull on the lamp cord, pulling it to the ground, thankfully intact. She aimed the lamp at the bookshelf, seeing under it as well.

“Say, that’s the tool we used to build this bookshelf when I moved into this room.” She thought. “I can use that!”

She reached carefully under the shelf with her bound hands, grabbing the tool, a screwdriver.

Twisting her body in a certain way, she was able to loosen and remove the screws that were holding her to the chair. She kicked the legs off, sighing in muffled contentment at her removal of the legs.

“I’m finally fully free of this chair.” She thought gleefully. “Every day, it’s like this, getting bound by sister, but today, I’m going to give it my all and resist her to the last minute!”

However, just as she had finished celebrating her victory, the worst possible thing happened.

“Oh no!” she thought in a panicked voice. “I hear big sister’s footsteps! I’ve been under the suffering of her games all these years, so that sound’s ingrained in my head! Oh no! If she finds me like this, it’ll be all over! I’ve got to come up with an idea!”

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Jennifer is fairly typical of most Midwest, middle class, middle aged women. Born and raised in a small northwest Indiana town, she enjoyed a stable upbringing and attended the local University to obtain a degree in English literature. She married her high school sweetheart, had two wonderful children with him, and enjoyed their lovely home.

Sexually, she had a rampant imagination but low on courage. When she turned 40, she realized that she wanted more out of life with regards to her sexuality and passions. Her husband, Tom, was a good man who provided well for his family. Between the two of them, they enjoyed a comfortable life. He was the first man she ever did anything sexually with and that remained so until her trip to London meet a man she had fallen for over the internet.

On the Monday before she was scheduled to leave for London, she arranged a cyber-date with her prospective lover. As she waited for him to come online, she reflected on the guilt and selfishness she felt at arranging to leave the country to meet this man. She found herself thinking about her sexual history, and recalled the first time she and Tom were sexual together.

She flashed back to their senior year in high school when they were madly in love with each other. Jennifer wanted to have sex in the worse way. Most of her girlfriends were sexually active but she felt very conflicted about losing her virginity before marriage. Tom was one of the guys in high school that all the girls admired. He was an A student and one of the top players on the Tennis team. When she and her girlfriends went to his tennis matches, they all giggled and squirmed when he came out in his tennis shorts. He was 6’2″, 185 pounds of solid, supple young man. It made her angry that her girlfriends were lusting after her boyfriend, but she refused to give in to peer pressure. One of her girlfriends was frankly a bitch, and threatened to fuck him if Jennifer did not give him a blow job on their next date. Of course, that ended their friendship.

Tom loved and respected Jennifer. Despite his yearnings, he did not want to compromise her values. Although dates with her typically ended with passionate kissing, there was no other sexual activity other than the usual masturbatory fantasy about her once he returned to the isolation of his shower at home.

She recalled them going off to college and keeping in daily contact. She remained at home to take advantage of the excellent education her local university offered, while he traveled to the larger State University some 150 miles away. During their freshman year, they finally began exploring their sexuality together. She recalled secretly traveling to see him over homecoming weekend. Her parents thought she was caught up in homecoming activities, but really, she was many miles away hoping to lose her virginity to the man she loved.

She recalled the excitement as she drove to see him. “Tonight is the night that I become a woman,” she thought to herself as she arrived at his dorm. He was a resident counselor which carried the perk of a single room. She recalled the feeling she had at seeing him after being apart for about six weeks. He needed a haircut, but otherwise was remained tall, handsome and athletic looking as ever. She recalled the flush feeling in her face and the embarrassment she felt at compulsively glancing at his crotch. He made the college tennis team as a freshman, and just returned from practice when she arrived. His athletic shorts did not hide much of what she would later discover was an 9 inch god send.

She recalled the awkwardness of not know how to proceed with what she knew she wanted. By default, Jennifer fell into the familiar pattern of kissing him and hugging him. Tom felt free to finally female agent porno explore her body, reaching down to massage her firm bottom. As he did so, she jumped and gasped softly at the feel of his cock pressing against her firm body. Her mind was flooded with fear and excitement. She waited to take Tom’s lead. As he moved away from her embrace, he was proud to show off his now fully erect cock through his tennis shorts. He asked if it was alright for them to take off their clothes and with that, they stood naked and wanting. She recalled the feeling of innocent excitement as she noticed that Tom could not take his eyes off of her breasts and erect nipples. She became very sexually excited by the thought that she was desirable to him. She could feel an unfamiliar transformation taking place in how she viewed herself. For the first time in her life, she no longer felt like a dumb virgin high school girl. She basked in the feeling of being a woman in heat. Jennifer cautiously reached out to rub his chest. She held her breath as her hand moved down to tease his navel while planting gentle kisses on his neck. Reaching further down, she touch his penis for the first time.

It was the first cock she ever touched in her life. She was amazed at how smooth and powerful his shaft felt. She could not believe that the head of his cock was as swollen as it had become. She stood in front of him gently stroking his cock, discovering and exploring his penis. She never imagined that the feel of a man’s penis in her hand could be so pleasurable to her. Bravely, she asked him to lay on the bed and silently, she examined his body.

She began by straddling his thighs while facing him. She was well aware of her exposing her vagina to him as she positioned herself over his legs. She could feel her vaginal lips parting while she stroked his rock hard erection. She was gentle at first, but when he reached up to fondle her breast, she squeezed his cock tighter and stroked it with a firm grip. She wondered if he had cum already since his cock was glistening with a sticky slimy fluid. She recalled reading an article in a magazine about pre-ejaculate, and figured that the fluid was a sign of his excitement. She recalled being surprised by her boldness and by the sudden urge to possess his penis. She also recalled the feeling of inadequacy as she compared her little inward vagina to his massive ripe cock. She wanted to stroke him until he exploded and she recalled wanting to feel that explosion as if it was hers.

As she continued to be lost in thought, she relived the memory of moving further up his body placing his cock between her legs so as to make it seem like it was her cock and she was jerking herself off. She leaned back a little and with a fury unlike she ever imagined, she stroked “her cock” with all she could muster. With that, she recalled Tom throwing his head back in total surrender. She recalled feeling his body tensing up.

While sitting at her computer waiting for her on-line lover, she shuttered at the excitement she felt when she witnessed his huge load of semen coming out. It flew up in the air and startled her. Almost at the same time, they both exclaimed, “holy shit”! She recalled the embarrassment that they both felt. On his part, he seemed sheepish and apologetic about the semen that was now deposited all over his chest and stomach. On her part, she was afraid that he thought she was some sort of sex freak who secretly wanted to be a man. With a disappointed snickered, she recalled how they got dressed, went to the school snack bar for a burger and fries, and never spoke about the afternoon encounter.

That recollection shook her back to reality. She had been so lost in thought that she failed to notice female fake taxi porno that her British cyber lover had been trying to instant message her. During their internet chat session, she spoke of the excitement she was feeling by the thought of secretly going to meet him. He asked many questions about her sexuality, her preferences, and her relationship with her husband. With the memory of her first sexual interaction with Tom fresh in her mind, and through the chat session with Harry, she discovered what was lacking in their sex life. She recalled feeling horribly frustrated that they did not have intercourse on his homecoming weekend. She also recalled the now familiar feeling that the sexual encounter was all about his orgasm. “Well…,” she typed, “he seems content to have me stroke his cock and to fuck me, but he does not really bring me to orgasm.” She went further, ” I’m ashamed to say, but our sex life is rather boring and routine. I masturbate every morning after he leaves for work and enjoy the sexy feeling that comes with wearing thong underwear and tight fitting pants to the grocery store or to the mall. I can literally feel the men undressing me as they stare at my ass.”

Harry was obviously very experienced in sexual matters. He spoke of the things he enjoyed sexually, things that she could only imagine. During one particularly steamy chat session he articulated all the things he wanted to do to her. He taunted her with the possibility of being with a man who enjoyed bringing a woman to the heights of sexual pleasure. He then made a request of her. He asked that she call him during one of her morning masturbation sessions and manipulate herself to orgasm over the phone. He was very specific in his request. He only wanted her to identify herself and then play with herself until she had an orgasm. She thought she could do that and arranged a time for the phone call.

She began the morning of her phone call by taking a nice long soak in the hot tub. She felt most sensuous in the morning. Tom was off to work, the kids were gone for school, and she finally had private time to so as she pleased. She often masturbated shortly after everyone was off to school. On warm days, she cleaned the house in the nude.

The privacy fence around her hot tub allowed for her to enjoy a naked 30 minutes of fantasy and pleasure. She enjoyed the feeling of the steamy water on her skin. Closing her eyes, her mind drifted to thoughts of her cyber-lover. The picture he emailed her depicted a ruggedly handsome man. His large, muscular body stood in sharp contrast to the sensitivity of his words on her computer screen. He tended bar for one of the trendier nightclubs in London and had a passion for rugby and opera. Her mind drifted to the fantasy of her being his wife. She fantasized about waiting anxiously for him to return from the championship match he told her about a few nights ago. “Oh my,” she thought to herself, “I can see him walking through the door, dirty, sore, battered and bruised from a hard match. I have nothing but my robe on when he walks through the door. I’ll let him know that I have been keeping a bath warm for him. I’ll help him take his clothes off, kiss him with a wanting kiss, and invite him to let me bath him.” The thought of it cause her to throw her head back and spread her legs ever so slightly in the hot steamy bubbling water.

In her little hot tub fantasy, she so wanted to prompt him to lie back in the tub while she stood behind him, running her fingers down his chest, massaging his well muscled shoulders. She could practically see his penis breaking the surface of the bathwater. She visualized herself running her fingernails down his chest, gently pinching his nipples and of fuck in traffic course leaving the washing of his genitals for the very last. Her mind fast forwarded to her holding his soapy cock in her hand while she stroked it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

The intense fantasy together with being in the hot tub a little longer than usual made her slightly lightheaded. She went inside to enjoy a fruit salad, and bottled water followed by a glass of her favorite white wine. It was now going on 10 am and she was already starting to get beside herself in lust and passion. As she put the breakfast dishes in the sink, she impulsively reached through her satin robe to rub her aching pussy. She ran her finger along the length of her vaginal lips, poked a finger in ever so slightly, and then pulled away, determined not to allow release until it was time for her phone call.

Before making the call, she wanted to review some of his recent emails to her. In one, he spoke of his lust for her and his wish that she could travel to Britain to make love with him. During his most recent email, he wrote descriptively about wanting to give her a full body massage. He described rubbing her back and using his fingers to release the tension from her spine. He wanted to take her hands in his and use his thumb to trace forceful circles around her palm, followed by a light tracing with his finger up her arm and ending with teasing circular touches around her nipples. He went so far as to fantasize about using a feather to lightly brush her vagina until it opened like a flower hungry for moisture and sunshine.

The time had come, and not a moment too soon. By now, she was practically jumping out of her skin. She wanted desperately to talk with him, and fill him in on the numerous erotic thoughts she had about him over the course of the morning. She also wanted to please him by obeying his request that she only identify herself and then proceed to climax. She laid back on her bed, gently massaging her breasts. The “girls” perked up right away. She reached down to gently trace light touches around her genitals with four of her fingers, running light circles around the heat of her desire. With that, she hit the speed dial and when he said hello in his sexy British accent, She uttered, “Mmmm, hi lover, its me Jennifer.”

She proceeded to hit the speaker button and intensified her manipulation of her genitals. She breathed heavily while pressing harder along the outside of her vagina. She moaned as she paused from the genital manipulation to squeeze her breasts together. She then wanted desperately to have him hear the sounds she makes when she is in that gray area between pain and pleasure. She licked her fingers to that he could hear it over the speaker phone, making it a point to slurp loudly so that he could easily surmise what she was up to. Then, in very uncharacteristic fashion, she moistened her anal sphincter with her wet fingers. When her anus was wet and fairly relaxed, she plunged two fingers into her now receptive opening. She was surprised at how easily her fingers slid into her receptive asshole. As she did so, she let out the sexiest deep sigh that she could muster. She was now out of control and tightened her anal sphincter to squeeze her fingers while rubbing her fully engorged clit with her other hand. While panting and moaning with pleasure, she began to feel the waves of orgasm coming on. They were like crashes of thunder and lightning on a warm summer night. First came the crackling sounds and then the boom. She pulled her fingers out of her ass and rubbed her clitoris furiously. Suddenly , she felt an unfamiliar sensation. She yelled, ” Oh my god!” and with that a large amount of vaginal fluid erupted from her vaginal opening. She giggled and gasped , exclaiming, “Oh shit, I just had my first squirting orgasm.”

As she laid on the bed, spent and still trembling with the after effects of the most intense orgasm she ever had in her life, she whispered, “Have a good evening, Harry, wish you were here.”

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I’m late. But he knew it might happen; I told him I wasn’t punctual, so I don’t worry too much.

I wonder if he’s being a good boy and getting ready for me. I told him I’d have no time to lose; I’d meet with him and spend the evening, maybe the night, if his cock pleased me enough.

Yeah, I’m a bit obsessed with cocks. I like them big. Well, not exactly big, but meaty. I know that ‘there’s a man attached to it’ and that ‘it doesn’t matter how big it is, it’s what you do with it’…

Still, there’s nothing I like more than to feel a thick, throbbing cock, between my tiny hands; or to have to stretch my mouth really wide to be able to take it all in, or to wince, almost in pain, but mostly in bliss, as he slips his big cock in my tight, insatiable pussy.

Jeff isn’t the first guy I met through an online dating service. But he’s the first I am truly head over heel for. He has an amazing cock! Long and thick. Sometimes long cocks are too slender, and thick ones are too short, but his is just right.

Well, based on the pictures he sent me. Pictures can be deceiving. But if the photographer isn’t talented, pictures don’t do justice to the model.

My pussy is getting wet already as the elevator slowly takes me to the 15th floor of the airport Hilton. I wonder if that cute guy riding the elevator with me can smell how horny I am… I sure can.

Finally my floor! I’m only 25 minutes late. Not bad. I knock three times on the door and wait. Eager, I press my ear on the door and listen.

I hear Jeff walk in the suite and unlock the door. I am so excited my heart pounds in my chest and my clit throbs. My hard nipples are stretching my white tank top. It’s hot this time of year and the air conditioning kind of dried the sweat on my chest. My pussy’s still on fire though.

He opens the door, wearing a thick, cozy robe. I quickly look down at his crotch and happily notice he is big and hard. He slams the door shut and kisses me.

I usually don’t kiss my toys, but Jeff is kinda cute so I kiss him back. His lips are soft and his kiss is firm. Looks promising…

I slide the hotel robe off ensest porno his larger than I expected shoulders and the thick, white cotton thuds to his feet. I gently push him to have a better view of his naked body.

He knew I’d scrutinize and test him. He doesn’t seem to mind me being silent; judging from how stiff his cock is I’d say he’s enjoying it.

I lick my lips and sigh, half appreciating what I’m seeing, half anticipating how good he’ll feel. He’s cuter in person. Good start. Bright blue eyes, curly light brown hair, silver strands, cute little mouth… I chuckle my approval and bite my bottom lip as I continue my inspection.

Hairless chest… I prefer my men hairy, but of course I don’t let that stop me. Hmm Jeff could use a session at his local gym; he has small love handles. Well he’s in his forties so… understandable I guess.

He shifts and inhales, as if he was about to say something. I quickly lift my eyes and raise a brow to shush him.

He looks uneasy as I continue my inspection. Good. He doesn’t know he has nothing to worry about, that I’m going to ride that meaty cock of his, but it is so much fun to see him lick his lips in anticipation and hear his little nervous sighs, not to mention how wet his blushing is making me.

He’s still hard. Very hard. I decide to continue playing with him for a bit and reach for his balls with my manicured hand. He gasps between his teeth as I fondle and massage his balls, making them roll in the palm of my hand, my long fingernails grazing his delicate skin, his thick cock brushing on my forearm the whole time.

I plunge my hand in pocket and take out my measuring tool. Jeff got me quite horny with his unexpected kiss so it is in a hurry that I drop to my knees and unroll my measuring tape on the upper side of his shaft, from pubic bone to head. I then circle his swollen shaft with the tape.

“Yes,” I whisper, smiling at him. “You are the first who told the truth; 31 centimeters long, 28 centimeters thick.”

His hands are forming tight fists and pre-cum is leaking from the tip of his cock. With a hungry moan, I lap his pre-cum. fake agent porno His cock is big… I will have a hard time swallowing it all.

But that doesn’t matter right now. Right now, I want to get fucked. I stand and lick my lips, the salty taste of Jeff’s pre-cum still on my tongue. I look into his bright blue eyes and take his hand.

I walk to the balcony, holding Jeff’s hand, leading him like a puppy, and open the glass door. Looking over my shoulder I playfully smile at Jeff and he smiles back, though he looks at me quizzically.

I giggle and lead him outside, swaying my shapely hips. It is hot but not too humid as the sun is setting. I lean over the balcony rail and slowly lift my skirt over my tight ass, arching my back.

My pussy is leaking and since I am not wearing panties, my juices drench my pink lips and inner thighs. I look over my shoulder and catch Jeff leering over my available ass. I arch my back further and moan, presenting my hairless pussy, holding on to the rail.

I know he likes to tease. And I suffer his teasing when he starts to slowly stroke his huge cock. I let out a frustrated moan and deliberately brush my nipples on the rail, reaching a hand between my thighs and slowly running a finger along my slit.

So hot and wet! I slip a finger in, easily. Jeff moans, still slowly stroking his impressive member, the head sometimes rubbing on my cute little ass.

“What are you waiting for, Jeff? FUCK ME!” I beg looking over my shoulder.

With a low, satisfied, growl, he grabs my hips and positions his fat cock right at the entrance of my slippery cunt. I hold my breath, holding on to the rail, wondering if he’ll shove his cock deep or if he’ll slowly slip it in.

Turns out he does neither; he just slips the head in my needy pussy, and slips it out. In, and out. Fuck! That man was driving me insane with lust every time we chatted but that’s nothing compared to what he is doing to me now!

I start to squirm and wriggle, leaning forward, pushing my hips back trying to slip his dick inside me, yelping like a bitch in heat.

Finally, holding fake cop porno my hips still, he sticks his big fat cock all the way inside my wet cunt. YES! Oh God! Yes!

His dick is stretching my tight hole, and goes in further than what I’m accustomed to. And of course I love it.

He pumps his cock in and out of my pussy, holding my hips, his balls slapping on my swollen clit. I turn my head to look at him. So damn cute! With his teeth clenched and his hair all messed up.

My tits are swaying on the rail, soiling my white top with dirt. I reach between my thighs and finger my clit as Jeff keeps on fucking me. And fucking me so good!

The build up of my orgasm starts in my toes.

“You’re making me cum Jeff! Don’t stop… Fuck me harder… please!” I whimper, my voice unusually quiet.

I notice some people walking below us but can’t pay too much attention as I am about to climax. Jeff’s grunts and moans push me over the edge and with a loud moan I cum.

My pussy clenches around Jeff’s fat cock, and my own juices drip down my inner thighs. My knuckles are turning white I’m holding on to that rail so tight. I wish I could shiver and moan like this forever.

But eventually my orgasm comes to an end and I suck my finger clean, panting, Jeff still pounding my pussy deep and hard.

He is holding on to my hips now, his fingers digging in my flesh. He’s so sexy, naked, vulnerable, his cock somehow bigger and ready to shoot.

I love to feel a man cum in my pussy so I urge Jeff to cum, “I want your sticky cream in my pussy Jeff… Shoot your fat load for me… Give me your cum!”

He grabs one of my big tits and with a powerful thrust cries out my name. That always touches me. I feel his cum starting to flood my tight pussy. His eyes are rolling back into his head, and his cute little mouth opens wide as he cums and moans. Oohh I never tire of seeing a man cum.

Out of breath, he leans on my back and kisses my cheek. His sweaty chest rubs on my back and his cum slowly drips on my inner thighs as he gently strokes my hair.

“Are you staying for the night, Alex?” he asks me in a little boy’s voice, his bright blue eyes begging me.

I nod and smile, “I am.”

I want that big cock deep in my throat at least once and back in my insatiable pussy as soon as possible. Now, did I say that out loud, or did I just think it?

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It all started innocent enough. Just a few years ago and with just an honest mistake. Back then I lived on the beach, with my girlfriend of four years, in a beautiful two story house that my girl’s god father had let us stay in for pretty cheap. So while we had this amazing place, we weren’t exactly rich, but nor were we poor. We’d been there for about a year at the time, both of us in our mid 20’s, loving our room on the second story over looking the ocean, and its beautiful deck that looked down at our own “backyard” which featured little more than a fenced in pool, a hot tub and a sauna, each of which we used constantly. On the other side of the fence was the boardwalk. Then the beach.

One morning my girlfriend Jen had gone out to the beach with her best friend and I’d stayed behind in order to sleep a little longer and eventually head out for a run. That morning I felt particularly lazy though, and decided not to seriously take my time before running anywhere, fumbling through a slow morning routine of waking to the world. After catching up on sports highlights I got up and stood naked in my room listening to my iPod in order to have some good old motivational rock and roll to get me ready for the run. Before I even found my shorts though I took an obligatory stroll to our full length closet mirror, in the small hallway between the doorway and our room, and looked over my naked body. So I stood there as silly as can be with no inhibitions (I was alone, after all), making faces and flexing my muscles to the music, when Jen’s best friend rounded the corner wearing just her bikini and stopping only a feet from running into me.

The first thing I noticed, just before her gasp, was how poorly concealed her breasts were underneath her top. She is tall, just about my height at six feet, and since they’re that much closer to eye level than most girls tits, so it’s even harder to avoid staring at them every now and then even if she’s wearing a sweater. I felt bad about that being my first thought, but I couldn’t help it. She has amazing breasts, and I’d always admired them. Then came her gasp, and with it I caught the same soft jiggle of her breasts that had played itself out in my fantasies so many times… Then I realized the situation. There I stood, completely in the buff about five feet in front of one of Jen’s best friends and she was letting her eyes roam, taking my dangling cock in for all it was worth while I went from flexing to standing stiff and awkward. I was glad I’d stayed in shape and only felt like a sloth. In those first few seconds, she just couldn’t hide it, she just stared at my dangling member in all its glory before she ever tried to look up into my eyes in order to mutter an apology. When I think back on it, on that first stare, I almost shoot my load immediately. I love the look on a woman’s face when she first sees a cock. When she did fake hospital hastane finally look me in the eyes though, it was evident that neither of us had prepared for this, at all. I stood facing her, iPod in one hand, my other hand held up in surprise, completely naked and shocked.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were out, I’m so sorry.”

“Uh… it’s okay,” is all could stammer as she turned her back to me and bounced back out of the room as quickly as she’d arrived. Her ass looked so round and perfect as she went away.

“Let me pull on some shorts, shit, what did you need?” I called after her.

“Oh my god, I’m sooo sorry” she said again, “I just needed to grab a beach towel from the dick, I mean deck, I really had no idea you were in here. Jen said you’d be running. I called out. I didn’t hear anything.” I sprinted to my shorts and threw them on hoping the mesh could contain my cock enough to try and salvage the situation.

“It’s okay; I’ve got shorts on now. I’ll grab the towel, and we’ll just laugh about it. Come on in, it’s no big deal.”

She came back in red in the face and giggling awkwardly. I stood before her in my running shorts, no boxers, and her in her bikini. She had her long black hair tied back in a pony tail.

“Gosh I’m so sorry”

“No big deal, we’re adult. Let’s get you a towel.”

As I spoke I remained admiring her bikini clad body, she was an athlete in college and had remained a workout fiend ever since, leaving her with a well fit voluptuousness. But I particularly couldn’t help myself from sneaking another glance at her breasts, and I felt myself growing hard in her presence. Her face had grown red and the deep maroon of her cheeks reminded me of what she’d just seen, and there was nothing I could do when the erection started up.

“She said there’d be some out on the deck”

“Sure” I said, turning away from her and opening the deck door, moving to the side to let her out. She passed by but the entrance wasn’t that wide, and her hip bumped the semi-erection I’d desperately been trying to conceal.

“Ooops” she whispered nervously almost as if she had a hoarse throat, glancing quickly into my eyes as she passed, but keeping her focus on the towel hunt. I knew my growing fatness was visible from the way she tried to avoid looking at it as she went about getting the towel. When finally grabbed one from the rail and turned to face me, but I’d already retreated to the bedroom.

“Hey wait, come here so I can show you where we’re seated.”

I stood back at the door and she finally looked down directly and hard at the tent in my shorts. Something had come over her and she smiled.

“Thought so,” she giggled, “I bet you need a cold shower now huh, haha.”

“Very funny.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I was just curious is all. I fake taxi porno feel weird too; I just meant to make fun. It’s natural for a guy to get excited when a girl sees his dick for the first time.”

“Sorry about that” I replied, “but you’re right, I guess that kind of worked me up. It’s only natural.” I tried to laugh it off, feeling a bit more relaxed with her new attitude.

“It was a little bit erotic huh” she said. “Well, I feel awful about it, I should have called louder or at least heard you frolicking about in there.”

“It’s okay, we’ll move passed it.”

“Good. But, I feel like I should tell you. You’ve got a great cock, Jon.”

I was speechless.

“I want to make up for my intrusion, I feel so guilty.” She edged towards me until she stood with her bare thigh brushing the tip of my hardness, with only a thin layer of mesh between us. I was still speechless. She looked me in the eye and reached out for me, grabbing it through my shorts with a tight grip I’ll never forget. She had a vice.

“You need me to care of this?” she asked.

I remained silent.

“You need me to.” She moved me back into the bedroom and sat me down on the bed, never relenting in her grip of my mesh covered cock. She sank to her knees and pulled off my shorts. It sprung up and hit my stomach. She giggled again and whispered, “Don’t tell Jen.”

“Okay” I finally spoke.

She placed her hand back on my erection, this time with no barrier, and her soft, cold hand felt incredible. The blood was rushing and I felt like I could pass out. She started stroking, nice slow strokes, gentle up and down, but with the grip of a cliffhanger.

“Take off your top” I said.

She did.

She has perfect tits for her height, size C-cup, small brown nipples, hard. She continued to stroke me, relaxing the grip a bit now, letting her hands brush me on the way up and down and every so often tightening on my rod for a long full stroke.

“I can’t wait for your cum. I want you to cum for me, in my hands.” She kept stroking, keeping a nice rhythm with her right. Her left she left sitting on my thigh, every now and then caressing my balls with her finger tips. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t believe I’d let it go this far, and at the same time I couldn’t believe she wasn’t sucking me off. Who gives or gets a handjob in their twenties? But she just stroked for a couple of minutes, looking me in the eyes or sometimes staring at her hand as she guided it up and down my erection. I watched her face, her eyes, her perfect tits. About three minutes had passed since she first grabbed me before either one of us spoke again. All we heard was the ocean outside, the sound of the beach, and the slight rubbing of flesh meeting flesh,

flesh pulling flesh.

“You like my tits, Jon?”

“Yes. They’re perfect.”

“You family stroke porno like my lips too, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to blow you?”

“Oh god, so bad.”

“You want your girlfriend’s best friend to blow you? To suck your dick?”

“Yes, please.”

“You’re so close to coming Jon, it would be a waste of my talents, which are considerable.”

“Uhhhh”

“I give a great hand job, don’t I?”

“Yes” I muttered and she picked up the pace for a few more moments. Just as I felt my cum start to build up to the boiling point she leaned in and kissed the head. It felt magnificent. She looked me in the eye and opened her mouth in a wide smile.

“You’ve got a great cock Jon.” She pursed her lips and engulfed me, her warm wet mouth sliding all the way down my seven inches of shaft, and when I felt the back of her throat on my tip, and her lips at my base, I knew I would explode any second. I was too out of it to warn her but she knew it too, and before I got even a bubble in her mouth she’d pulled back off and reinitiated her light carefree style of stroking for a second until I raised my hips and the stroking lost all hint of sweetness, leaving only a the fierce, tight pumping of a girl on a mission and after a few of these I erupted with a vengeance. My first blast, a long thick glob, slammed her across the face from the base of her hairline to the bottom of her opposite cheek. She smirked and wrinkled her nose, shutting her eyes, but she kept on stroking violently, holding my rod like it was a paddle in the rapids. The next few reached her face as well, leaving her totally and completely facailized, and the last couple of blasts splattered her tits with a clearer fluid. It had been awhile since I’d last come, and she looked like she’d been bathed in Vaseline by the time my last few efforts dropped onto her breasts, running down her nipples and onto her stomach. She let out a little sigh as I came down from it and I realized she had just cum too. I never would have guessed she was such a cumslut. She kept jerking my softening meat for a good minute before she gave up on coaxing anything else out of there.

“Feel better, Jon?” She wiped up what she could with her hands and sucked it down her throat, all while looking into my eyes with a sly grin.

“Yes.” I muttered.

“Please don’t tell Jen. I just couldn’t help myself. We’ve known each other so long it was bound to happen eventually. I can see how much I turn you on and I know you guys haven’t been going at it as much any more. Try to think of it as a favor between friends, no strings. Now you won’t be tempted to cheat on her”. This girl sure could rationalize.

“It’s okay. Our little secret.”

“She’s expecting me, so I better get going. Don’t tell. Our secret. Maybe you can let me know the next time you need some relief, huh?”

“Okay.” I answered.

She stood up, wiped what was left of my cum off her face and tits, put her bikini top back on winked at me. She had only been in the house a few minutes and she walked back out of the room as quickly as she’d cum. Come. I decided would need relief again soon.

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The day I ended up having sex with my sister was one of the best days of my life, but the following week was like hell. With Covid restrictions in full force, my sister and I were in the house nearly all the time but so was our step mum! I even tried to persuade my sister to let me sneak into her bed in the middle of the night, but she wouldn’t risk it.

“You know how we can stop having to sneak around!” she said with a smile. There was no way I would risk what she was suggesting, but I was horny as hell.

A bit of catch up for you – my sister had discovered that I had been writing stories about her, our step mum and loads of other people on Literotica. I expected her to freak out, but we ended up having the most amazing sex together as she allowed me to cum in her mouth, her pussy and even her ass! She wanted us to try and seduce our step mum as well, but I feared this would ruin everything. I struck lucky with my randy, big titted sister, Beki, but surely our step mum would not react the same way. Our dad was working most of the time in shops and seemed to be missing a lot as well somehow. My sister didn’t have a lot of time for him, and I didn’t either really but he was still our dad. I dreaded to think of the consequences of an attempt at getting my 30-year-old step mum to have sex with us going wrong. Not that I hadn’t fantasised about it going right! Louise was only 9 years older than me with long blonde hair and a figure to die for. Quite what she saw in my 45-year-old dad I’ll never know, but in the last couple of years I had been really turned on lusting after her. I’d also lusted after my sister, Beki, since she turned 18 and we had shared a drunken kiss at her birthday party. I’d never imagined those fantasies becoming reality, but it was too much to think that both of them would!

The Friday after Beki and I had fucked, our mum had finally gone out to go shopping. I left it five minutes then went to my sister’s room.

“No Tom!” she said as I slid up behind her and put my hands on her tits. “Mum is not out for long. We can’t risk it!”

“Come on Beki, you know you want to!” I whispered as I leaned in and kissed the back of her neck whilst I continued to cup her gorgeous breasts.

Beki let a soft moan escape her lips, but she still tried to be firm with me.

“Just imagine if you would help to get mum into bed,” said Beki. “You could have either of us whenever you wanted when dad isn’t home! And that’s a lot of the time!”

“I need you Beki!” I whispered in her ear as I slipped my hands under her top and tried to pull it over her head.

I knew Beki could feel my stiff prick poking into her bum and felt I was wearing her down.

“We really shouldn’t!” said Beki as I managed to pull her top off her followed by her bra. I turned her around and leaned down to suck one of her tits into my mouth. Her nipple was rock hard, and I swirled my tongue around it causing Beki to let out another moan.

“I suppose if we are quick,” she said as her hands dropped to undo my pants and she gave in to her own pent up lust. My boxers swiftly followed, and her hand wrapped around my engorged member. After a week of just masturbating and fantasising in bed, I was surprised I didn’t lose it there and then as she began slowly pumping up and down my hard shaft.

Sinking to her knees, Beki slipped the tip of my engorged cock into her warm mouth and began to gently suck. She ran her tongue over the head of my penis and licked the slit of my knobhead. Now it was my turn to moan as she began to slide more of my solid cock past her full lips until I was bumping up against her throat. Beki pulled up for air and then proceeded to swallow even more of my throbbing prick till I felt czech streets porno it go into her throat. She lovingly cupped my balls as she allowed me to start pumping in and out of her mouth with gusto.

I started to feel my meat throbbing as she expertly worked on my solid shaft and ran her tongue around the rim of my bulbous knob. Just as I was about to explode, we heard footsteps on the stairs and realised mum had come home without us realising. Quick as a flash Beki dived under the bed sheets and lay as flat as she could.

I had nowhere to hide and as our mum threw open the door, I couldn’t hold back a torrent of cum that flew out of my penis as my mum just stopped and starred. I went beet red and our mum went beet red before she shut the door again and fled downstairs.

“How are we going to explain this?” I asked Beki as she emerged from under the covers.

“Maybe say I was out and you sneaked a girl in,” suggested Beki.

“Who? And why would we use your room?” I stammered.

“Maybe Jane and hope she doesn’t ask anything else,” Beki tried to suggest.

As it turned out, our step mum’s response to the whole incident was not to talk about it at all which was something of a relief. Although what she was thinking was a bit of a mystery to me, my night time fantasies started to fixate on the way she had starred at my hard cock as I shot out a load of spunk in front of her. Was she just disgusted, or maybe I had detected a hint of lust in her eyes as she stood there for what felt like ages but probably was no time at all. Still, I added the incident to my dreams as I imagined that instead of fleeing she had dropped to her knees and licked my cock clean and swallowed my sticky load. Of course, all this was just fantasy and in reality Beki and I endured more days of tension and awkward times around mum until dad dropped a bombshell on our family that would change our lives forever.

It was Saturday afternoon when mum got a call from a friend and went to her room very upset. She wouldn’t tell Beki and I what was up, but we soon found out as my dad arrived home and she went to confront him.

“How could you sleep with my younger sister?” screamed Louise at my dad.

Beki and I were in the lounge and could not believe our ears as our dad struggled to make a response.

“Its not true!” he stammered, but mum was not in any doubt.

“You’ve been seen and Kath has confessed!” she shouted back at him. “I want you to get out and don’t come back!”

My dad hung his head as he knew there was no point in denying it.

“I’m really sorry!” he replied as mum just glared at him. He turned to Beki and me with a tear in his eye.

“Do you two want to get some stuff?” he asked, clearly thinking we would leave with him.

“We’re staying dad, just get a bag and go!” replied Beki. She hadn’t asked me, but I too had no desire to leave home with dad.

Louise dropped onto the sofa as dad packed a bag and headed out. Beki and I just sat down beside her and took hold of her hands for a while as the emotion of the evening took hold. Finally, Louise broke down and sobbed, and I stood her to her feet and hugged her. Beki stood behind Louise and hugged her from behind as she laid her head on my shoulder and allowed her emotions to burst forth.

“Its going to be alright,” I said as I stroked her blonde hair. “Dad is such a prick.” Louise looked up at me, and I instinctively leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Louise paused, and then leaned in and we kissed again. The second kiss was not the kiss of a mum to her son, but our mouths opened and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as we both felt passions rising.

Beki allowed her czech taxi porno hands to stray around to cup our mum’s breast and she began to knead at the swell of mum’s tits.

Mum pulled away from me and tried to take control of the situation.

“What are we doing?” she cried. “This is wrong.”

Beki pressed in as she began to unbutton mum’s top and expose her heaving chest for me to gaze upon. Before Louise knew what was happening, Beki had fully opened her top and freed her tits from her bra. Mum moaned softly but I could tell she was torn.

“Do you want us to stop?” I asked softly as I leaned in and kissed her again. Beki glared at me – she so wanted something to happen but I wanted it to be mum’s choice rather than something she was coaxed into in a vulnerable state. I was guessing our relationship with our dad might be pretty strained after this, I didn’t want to risk losing mum too. I knew she was just out step mum, but we’d been with her for years. I so wanted to fuck her, but I also didn’t want to risk her not being in my life.

For what seemed like an age but was just a few seconds, I watched as mum wrestled between her lust and her conscience. Beki kissed her neck as she kept massaging mum’s exposed titflesh lovingly.

“Do you want us to stop mum?” I asked again as I reached forward and cupped one of her tits in my own hand.

“No…” Louise moaned as she gave in to the sexual tension in the room. I leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as Beki stepped back and threw off her own top and bra before pressing her naked boobs into mum’s back and continuing to knead Louise’s tits and kiss her neck.

As I continued to feast on mum’s breasts, Beki moved around and pulled my clothes off me. Beki pulled down my boxers and guided mum’s hand to my throbbing cock. God, I was so hard.

Louise starred at my stiff member, now with undisguised lust in her eyes.

“Getting a better look this time?” giggled Beki.

“So, it was you under the sheets?” said Louise still grasping hold of my throbbing shaft. “I did think it might be, but I couldn’t believe it.”

“He has such as nice cock though, don’t you think?” replied Beki as she sunk to her knees and slipped my knob into her mouth. As she worked my foreskin back and forth with her tongue, Beki pulled off the rest of her clothes. Mum just stood and watched until I put pressure on her shoulders and encouraged her down to kneel beside Beki.

Beki allowed my prick to fall out of her mouth and guided it to mum’s lips. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt mum open up to swallow my knob into her mouth. Meanwhile, Beki pulled mum’s skirt and pants off and was sliding a couple of fingers into mum’s wet snatch.

I pulled out of Louise’s mouth to sink more of my now throbbing meat into my sister’s mouth and revelled for a while in switching between the two of them. Finally, I could take no more and unloaded my seed into first my mum’s mouth and then over Beki’s face. I couldn’t believe it as mum first swallowed my load and then leaned in to lick my cum off my sisters face.

Beki guided Louise onto her back and kissed down her body slowly. I sat back and watched as the two of them kissed passionately before Beki began to suck on mum’s tits with a passion. Beki kissed down her stomach and then trailed kisses down to her wet pussy. My cock had barely got soft at all, but it definitely rose to full mast as I watched Beki begin to lap lovingly at mum’s moist sex. Louise groaned as Beki expertly thrust her tongue into her delicate folds and rubbed at her clit before thrusting one then two fingers into her tight pussy.

“I think she’s ready to fuck you now,” said Beki as she digitalplayground porno pulled away from mum.

I slowly lay on top of her and aim my throbbing penis at her sex lips. Slowly, I parted her labia and then thrust myself forward in one quick movement.

“Yes… God… fuck me!” squealed Louise as I began to thrust in and out of her. She felt so wet and tight. It was all I hoped it would be and more.

I turned mum so she was on her hand and knees before I slid back into her warm cavern and began to really pound her like there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile, Beki moved around and sat with her legs either side of her head. I’m not really sure if Louise was aware of what was happening, but Beki grabbed hold of her head and brought it to her own sex.

“Lick me mummy!” she screamed as she held Louise’s head to her crotch.

Louise just reacted on instinct and started lapping at Beki’s pussy as I continued to violently thrust in and out of her love hole. I sucked a finger into my mouth and then started to probe her ass as I continued to saw in and out of her cunt. Louise stopped lapping at Beki’s sex and looked back at me.

“I don’t do that!” she said with a bit of fear in her voice.

“You mean dad has never fucked you up the arse?” asked Beki.

“No, no one has!” said Louise as I now slid another finger in to join the first.

“You should really try it. Its great!” encouraged Beki. “Plus, its something else dad is missing!”

I could tell Louise was wavering as I continued to pump in and out of her tight pussy whilst I worked on opening up her back passage with my fingers. Beki disappeared briefly and re-emerged with some lube which I smeared on my fingers and worked a third finger up mum’s shithole.

Beki went back to mum’s head and got her to resume munching on her cunt. I slipped my dick out of her pussy and added a generous amount of the lube to my stiff member before aiming it at mum’s tight rosebud.

Mum squealed as my knob slipped past her defeated sphincter muscles and I began to ease into her tight arsehole.

“It’s too big, it hurts!” Louise cried as I got about halfway in.

Beki slid her body under mum and began to rub her clit as I gradually pulled out and then fed more of my stiff prick into her bowels.

“It will soon feel great!” said Beki as she continued to work on mum’s pussy as I now had nearly all of my cock buried in her back door. Finally, mum started to scream from pleasure rather than pain as I began fucking her arse rapidly and Beki frigged her pussy with three fingers and kissed her passionately.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer as I rammed in and out of my mum’s back door and my balls began to boil. As I felt the cum rising up, I pulled out and went around to where mum and Beki were kissing before spraying my spunk over both of their faces and tits. Both of them wiped my seed into each other’s skin and exchanged my warm cum in their mouths before we all collapsed totally sated.

“Well, that was unexpected!” said Louise as we regained our senses.

“You should read some of his stories!” said Beki with a laugh.

“Oh, do you have a kinky imagination?!” replied Louise as I cringed that my dirty stories might be seen now by my step mum as well as my sister!

“We’ll have to see how many of them we can make come true!” said Louise with a grin.

Beki looked like a cat that had the cream lying beside her. “Oh I think we have made a good start” she added as she licked her lips and looked at me with lust in her eyes I felt my cock beginning to rise again as I thought what else might happen.

“I can’t believe dad cheated on you with Aunt Kath,” I confided to mum.

“I don’t know, she has a great rack and is a younger model! Still, you have a better sized cock so I guess I’m the winner!” grinned mum.

“Maybe you should try and seduce Aunt Kath and steal her from dad? It will serve hm right!” grinned Beki.

God, I love the way my slutty sister thinks.

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