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Thursday

As per our plan, we were on the road by noon and arrived at our destination by three. At check-in I noticed our rooms were adjacent and as I unpacked minutes later realized that they were adjoining.

I rapped on the door between our rooms. She opened it with a smile and a slight blush at her bold move in making our reservations. I backed her into the room with our lips locked and ours hands gripping one another’s asses.

Minutes later, we were stripped and laying on her bed. I shifted my body till my penis nudged apart her labia. With our eyes on one another I slowly entered her to half my length and then as slowly withdrew. We fell into a slow rhythm of lovemaking. From above her, my eyes held hers as I finally penetrated to my full length.

Her hips rotated and pressed up causing a wonderful friction between our bodies. My lips found her breasts, lapping each nipple in turn. Her eyes closed now as our pace quickened her head was thrown back and her eyes closed. I moved up and over her taking my weight off her body resting on my hands.

I raised her ass in my hands and simply fell forward. I was buried deep within her when she started to shake. She thrashed her head back and forth bucking her hips to meet my thrusting.

Deep within her, I released torrents of sperm. Her almost convulsive thrusting slowed and then stopped. Her eyes popped open.

Perspiration coated our bodies mixing with the copious amount of fluids leaking from our bodies. Flopping onto our backs, we both exclaimed, “My god!” at the same time. A moment of silence was broken by our howls of laughter.

We lay comfortably relaxed, bodies entwined and content. Some time later, we forced ourselves to prepare for the evening’s activity. Dinner was at 7:30 which meant that we had an hour to get ready – and fortunately the restaurant was in the hotel. She warned me she hadn’t seen most of the guests we would meet for years and because of that we had to be discreet. “We have to be friends and family. We have to leave the lover side back here in the room.” I agreed.

Reluctantly, I re-entered, my room to get ready for the dinner.

Thursday — night

I answered the knock at the door. An older couple looked surprised and apologized realizing they had the wrong room. Adelaide’s door opened to the hallway. It took an awkward moment after they greeted her warmly to call them by name as she introduced me. “Nancy, Bob — it’s so great to see you!” She stepped to them and they hugged. Gesturing toward me she said, “This is Rick. He’s my brother-in-law.”

I shook hands with her friends. Bob looked noticeably older than Nancy and far less fit. Adelaide explained that Dan was away on business and that I had gallantly agreed to be her date for the wedding.

Declining the offer to visit in her room, the four of us made our way down to the dinner party. I managed to piece together a narrative that Adelaide had babysat their two boys when she was a teen before coming to Canada with her parents. The boys were now in their late twenties. I imagined that she had to be in her late forties. I guessed that Bob must be at least ten years older.

Entering the lobby by the restaurant, Adelaide was soon meeting old acquaintances. I was introduced but as I had little to contribute was otherwise was free to observe the group. The hosts were in their late seventies as were about half of the other guests. The wedding party looked to be in their twenties and consisted of the bride, groom and four friends. Adelaide and I were in a middle group between the two. Bob seemed more at ease with the older group of people while Nancy was a bit of a puzzle still.

Adelaide was beautiful in a simple patterned dress and heels. She was radiant as usual flashing a warm smile to each new acquaintance, while trying valiantly to make me feel a part of the evening. As we marshalled to enter the dining room, I stood beside Adelaide and casually let my arm go round her waist somewhat possessively. Careful to shield a quick ass grab, I turned sideways to her as we reached the doorway blocking the direct view of others.

I held the door politely for the next guest and caught a questioning look from Nancy and felt my face redden. Pursing her lips and playfully wagging a finger in my direction, it seemed clear that amatör porno she had observed the touch. I froze momentarily as she stepped closer whispering, “No worries. Who am I to judge?”

With that she marched past me into the room and fell into step beside Adelaide. We sat at a round table with eight place settings. Nancy sat beside Adelaide, then me and Bob surprisingly ended up beside me.

While the women talked animatedly about past experiences, Bob and I talked about the trip to get here. They had flown in from New York. Over the next painfully slow hour, I learned that Bob was fifteen years older than his wife who was fifty two!

He was nearly bald with a stomach that strained the belt he wore. His tie was askew and sweat dampened his forehead. When he did speak about his wife it reminded me of Dan’s attitude toward Adelaide. He was condescending and quick to criticize her. For her part, Nancy was an attractive fit blonde. She wore a loose fitting jacket over a white blouse and black skirt that reached to her knees. It seemed clear that she was nobody’s fool and did not tolerate Bob’s jibes without responding in kind.

What they did have in common was drinking. Before the first course was served the wine decanter on our side of the table was empty. The second was drained during the serving of the entrée. After dessert, Nancy excused herself and when she returned carried two martinis with her and set both down in front of her. Bob rose noticeably angry and headed to the bar.

Whatever Nancy was saying to Adelaide caused her to look nervous. I made an effort not to jump to conclusions about their conversation telling myself that even if she let Adelaide know that she saw the touch that it was relatively innocent.

During the speeches which went on too long, Nancy undid the buttons to her jacket. I lost the battle to not stare, especially when she arched her back to free her arms from the garment. Her blouse though tasteful was straining against what must have been 40 DD breasts. Her cleavage was impossible to ignore. I saw Adelaide’s eyes widen as she too stared and then turned to glance in my direction with an accusing look. It was the same one my wife reserved for me when a beautiful woman passed us by — ‘I dare you to look’ it said. I managed to be more discreet by sneaking glances rather than gawking.

I started wondering if Adelaide and I would spend the night together once this part of the evening ended when I felt breath on my ear murmuring, “Anxious to leave?”

Smiling and turning, I expected to find Adelaide, but instead stared into Nancy eyes, inches from my face.

I forced myself not to move. Far from being uncomfortable with our closeness, she brushed her lips against mine. “I envy you two.”

When I protested that she had leapt to a false assumption, she touched her finger tip to my lips saying, “It’s okay. No one knows. Later, you two will be together and I’ll be slipping back to the bar once Bob passes out.”

As she turned to walk away, I saw Bob was leaning heavily on one elbow with empty martini glasses in front of him and a fresh one in his hand. His eyes were unfocused, when I said goodnight. He glanced up confused and then slurred a response waving in my direction.

Adelaide stood talking to people on the far side of the room by the door and signalled with a glance toward the door that it was time to go. Finally! A few more minutes and we detached from the group and we were walking quickly toward our rooms.

Cautious now, we glanced down the empty hallway and then for appearances exchanged a quick hug goodnight before entering our separate rooms. As I turned to my doorway, I caught movement by the plant near the elevator and saw Nancy turn down our corridor. She stepped to a door about four down from my room, waved and disappeared inside.

Peering into Adelaide’s room, I saw her moving the covers aside bent over the side adjusting the pillows. I quickly covered the distance to her bed and grabbed her to me from behind. She let out a muted shriek and laughed.

“I’m pretty worn out but we need to talk. Nancy knows. She told me that she could see that we were more than in-laws. She saw when you grabbed my butt.” She sounded more sad than angry.

“She let me know too,” I replied. “She also said that she anal porno had no intention of telling anyone. She actually seemed okay with it and sort of envious.”

We sat in silence. When I hugged her to me, she felt stiff and resistant. “I’m sorry but I need to think about this. Don’t be mad…..”

I hugged her, kissed her forehead and reassured her that I understood. I stood and walked back into my room saying, “Good night. Try to get some rest. Everything is going to work out.”

After flipping through the channels a couple of times, opening and closing my book, I gave up on relaxing and falling asleep anytime soon. I replayed the evening seeing in my mind’s eye how careless I had been. I admit I also replayed that image of Nancy removing her jacket at dinner. She was definitely one sexy woman.

I heard her saying how Bob would be passed out and she would be at the bar. I refused to accept that that was why I was putting on my jacket again and quietly leaving my room.

The bar was surprisingly full. I recognized several people from the dinner party. I nodded politely without pausing to talk. I made my way to the far end of the bar and sat on a stool ordering a rum and coke. For all my self-talk, I was looking for Nancy. She was not there. I finished my drink and went to the washroom before heading back to my room. As I was paying the tab, I caught a glimpse of a familiar looking jacket leaving the bar. My path was blocked by our hosts for the dinner. We chatted about Adelaide and how much they enjoyed seeing her again. They thanked me for bringing her to the wedding. I was polite but curt and left as soon as I could.

The hallway was deserted. I back-tracked peeking into the bar and even checked the lobby. If it was her, I had missed her.

As I moved down the hallway, I heard a door open. A hand reached out with a glass of what appeared to be a rum and coke. I stopped and looked as Nancy’s head emerged from around the door.

“Now you have to admit, I am observant”, she whispered. “I just assumed you were avoiding me in the bar. Then I thought no, he’s probably just drained of bodily fluids.” It was obvious she was drunk.

I took the drink from her. The door opened wider in invitation though she remained hidden behind it. As entered, I heard the sound of snoring coming from their bed.

“He’s out, just like I said”, she slurred close to my ear behind me and pulled the door closed.

The bathroom light illuminated her sufficiently to show her legs beneath what appeared to be a diaphanous nightgown. As I stared at her body, she turned in profile giving me a breathtaking view of her breasts rising majestically clearly visible through her transparent gown. The dark nipples jutted out from her body. She shuffled somewhat unsteadily confirming my earlier impression that it was not just Bob who had continued to drink.

Her hands tugged my jacket down my arms and then she turned to hang it on the doorknob behind her. I was treated to a view of her behind as she shimmied to adjust the jacket. She turned back toward me and removed the glass from my hand. Taking a sip, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue as she returned it. She was now closer to me and the light.

She was clearly in charge. Following the path of my eyes with her own, she commented looking down at her chest, “Oh, I should cover up — I look cold.” Shifting her eyes from her body to mine she added, “But you look hot and…tense.”

If tense meant that I had a world class hard on then I was definitely tense. She held her arms out as she moved forward. It’s not that I didn’t want to hold her. I wanted to take her out of her dominant position.

“No thanks,” I said taking a step to the side to retrieve my glass from the desk behind her. Intentionally my arm grazed her chest as I slowly brought the drink to my mouth.

As I took a drink, she looked confused. I trapped an ice cube between my teeth looked from her eyes to her chest. She looked down as well. I bent forward and pressed the ice against her tit causing the nipple to engorge on contact. The second was standing erect before I got to it. “Now you look cold.”

Next, I had dribbled a stream down her cleavage and drank the liquid as I sucked each nipple. Her hands crushed my head against her chest as she gasped. anal breakers porno

Her glass rested on the credenza beside her. I exchanged the glasses pressing hers into her hands as I stepped back. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my throbbing penis. She could not take her eyes off it. Reaching for her glass, I splashed some its liquid over its head.

“Thirsty?”

As she bent to take me into her mouth, she moaned. I moved the slender straps of the nightgown off her shoulders. Moving each hand momentarily off my erection, I was able to secure the neckline under her tits. She was forcing as much of me into her mouth as she could take.

“Open wide!” I commanded tweaking her distended nipples. She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth as I poured the cold liquid over the shaft. She sucked again cupping my balls in her hands. The lady has some skills, I thought. I felt about ready to come so I moved back. She whimpered like a kid who just had a toy taken away.

How far could this go with her husband sleeping ten feet away? I didn’t know but I was more than willing to find out. I gently pulled the chair away from the credenza so that it faced the door light.

She stood unsure what was expected of her. She was a vision standing in the dim light, her breasts held out and up by the gown tucked under her and with her nipples protruding out from each breast by a full half inch. The creamy smoothness of her skin invited touching.

She was still staring at my rigid member as I took her hands and sat her on the chair. Switching drinks again, I signalled that it was my turn. I took the hem of her gown and moved it up to her thighs. I bent taking one foot and placing it over the arm of the chair and repeated the movement with the other. She was reaching for my prick which was now at her eye level.

I backed away wanting to keep control. Snorting from the area of the bed nearly gave me pause. Quickly the loud but even snoring resumed. She had not reacted. It was as though she was in a trance as she continued to stroke my cock.

I bent now, wedging my hands under her ass and urging her to move down to the edge of the chair. On my knees now I was able to see that unlike Adelaide she was shaven with a faint v of down pointing at her slit. I set the drink on the floor beside me and moved my hands so that each thumb pried apart her lips. She had thick pouting labia that had a dewy film along each side. Drops of moisture collected at the bottom of her slit and slowly spilled onto her spread thighs.

I pressed my thumbs opening to reveal a gaping wet hole in the middle as her clit peeked out from the top. I sat up straight with my prick over her slit and scooped out another ice cube from the glass. Being careful not to penetrate her opening, I rasped the cube over her nipples as I squeezed each breast firmly. Her head moved from side to side but her eyes remained open.

I alternated the cold from the ice with the heat from my mouth until the cube had disappeared. Her moaning was steady now punctuated by sharp gasps as my teeth pulled at her sensitive nipples.

Moving lower I held my prick firmly rubbing up and down her cleft as it leaked fluid onto the chair and carpet. I shifted back, lowering my head and took a tentative swipe with my tongue up and down the slit. Raising the glass I started to pour a small amount of cold liquid over her vagina. I lapped up the coolness of the drink with the heat from her discharge. I gave her a firm slap over her opening with my cupped palm.

She stiffened as her first orgasm took control of her body. I plunged my tongue into her opening and grabbed the globes of her ass to force her firmly against my face. As the after shocks made her continue to spasm, I took the rest of the drink and holding her ass tilted her vagina pouring directly into her opening.

She had not stopped quaking as I sucked the fluid from her body. She was making mewing noises now when suddenly I realized that the snoring had stopped.

“Come to bed, Nan!” came the drunken voice.

“In a minute, I’m putting out the do not disturb sign.”

Taking this as my cue, I straightened my clothes, grabbed the sign and scrambled into the hallway praying that no one would be there. I place the sign outside their room and sprinted to my door, scrambling for the key in my pants pocket noticing that my cock still stuck obscenely out of the fly. As my door opened, I glanced back. There she was stepping into the hallway completely nude. She did a slow turn, looked back and blew me a kiss.

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“Fucking useless men,” I said.

“Yes they can be.”

“I have had it up to here with them,” I replied touching the top of my blonde hair.

“Yes it did sound like that.”

“You obviously heard us in the garden.”

“It was rather difficult to avoid Chris.”

“Yes, I am sorry.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“Anyway it’s kind of you to invite me round.”

“Not at all that’s what neighbours are for love.”

That was almost a year ago now. It was the day I kicked my husband out after finding he’d been unfaithful to me yet again. In that time, as I waited for my divorce to come through I only had sex with one person. Just one person in all that lonely period. And then only twice with them. That night and once again a week or so later. But that sex was wonderful. It was different to any I’d had before. It was invigorating, exciting and so satisfying and it was with the person who had heard me arguing with my husband and who had invited me round. Yes, the only person I had sex with was my neighbour Phillipa, a woman some ten or so years older than me.

*

But after her I stopped. It somehow didn’t seem proper. I did not have the inclination. I did not have the will to leave my twelve-year old daughter to go on dates. Also, I did not feel the need to ‘have a drink’ with husbands of friends who once I was separated found that they had fancied me for years or that their wives really didn’t understand them. I had not realised how popular I had been all these years I’d been with my husband. Silly girl!

At thirty-nine there doesn’t seem to be that many eligible single men around. After the hurt I had been through there was no way I could do that to another woman hence, married ones were out. So, a combination of being emotional and very morose, disillusionment with men, a general lack of availability and trying to bring some semblance of order to my shattered life all signalled one thing. I became almost a recluse in my home in Manor Road, Chigwell, where I remained barricaded up against any marauding males with my daughter, Emily, for almost a year.

I spent that year working hard on the divorce that, thankfully, in the end turned out to be reasonably amicable. Both he and I wanted it to be as easy on Emily as it could be and we went out of our way to avoid any unnecessary acrimony. Fortunately money was not really too much of a problem for I had helped him build up his small company into a much larger one and he was able to buy out my shareholding. He was also generous, but then he always was and with more than money. I found out as my lawyer delved into his past that he was a serial adulterer. As it turned out, he had been unfaithful to me throughout the marriage. The bastard, but then he is a man!

*

Although I had nothing to do with men and after Phillipa I had no sex at all, it was, looking back, an interesting time. I started playing golf and tennis again. I got a new car and I got a job. Calling on old contacts, I started writing copy on a freelance basis. Mainly, as it turned, out for recruitment ads but also some technical stuff, a little scriptwriting and a few speeches for a big company whose marketing director I had known for some time. Quite badly, it seemed, he wanted to get into my knickers so we had numerous meetings about the speeches he had to give as he briefed me in person. I took his briefs but never gave him my knickers, after all ‘never fuck a client’ is an old ad industry dictate and, in any case, he was married.

I also found several new things on the Internet; erotic story sites, porn and chat rooms. And boy did I need them. Having had an active and varied sex life during my marriage and rarely going more than a couple or three days without it, I needed a different form of relief – masturbation. During my marriage, other than when we had phone sex when he was away or when I masturbated as he watched, I had pretty much given it up. Having made my discoveries a month or so after my fling with Phillipa, I made great use of them during the ensuing months; they became my jerk off aids!

“Have you ever cybered?” was the question that started it off.

At the time, I did not even know what it meant.

“What do you mean?” I typed back.

“Have sex on here?”

“Fuck off,” I typed putting him on ignore.

However, most of the chats I had gradually turned to sex as I suspect most chats for most people do. Not necessarily heavy aspects of it or too deep, but general questions and answers. I didn’t mind that as it aroused me a little thus, making relieving myself easier when I logged off. I had come to terms now, with my real reasons for spending many hours in chat rooms, I was lonely, had too much time on my hands and needed something else to do with them! In other words it helped me to masturbate.

I was really surprised how quickly I got to know people in the rooms. Levels of familiarity, quickly turned to a sort of friendship that rapidly became quite intimate. I found topics that would be unthinkable to talk about in reality were relatively openly discussed. tecavüz porno Was it me, I often asked myself? So I put that question to my chat friend Mark.

“No,” he typed back. “I find it with most people, well the intelligent ones at least.”

We discussed that at some length and reached the conclusion that the anonymity of the web helped us lose our inhibitions.

“And that means Chrissy, I can ask your breast size and what types of panty you prefer. Lol” He typed.

I could hardly believe that I typed.

“35 C and a thong or boy shorts.”

At his request I also told him that I was 5′ 6″ tall, weighed 137 pounds, had blonde hair that I wore long down to my shoulders. I guess that was the start of my virtual sexual relationship with him. The next couple of times we chatted we went further and further. We even exchanged photos, with me cropping mine so that he could see only part of my face.

“What is your most sexually attractive feature?” he asked a few sessions later.

I told him that it was my bum.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because at nearly forty it is still pert and firm.”

I guess I was on dodgy ground and maybe I was setting myself up for what came next.

“I really am a bum man Chris.”

“Are you?”

“Yes, I adore stroking them, squeezing them and kissing them.”

I suppose if I was not up for it, I should have stopped there and changed the subject as I had several times with him in the past few weeks. Instead I said.

“Do you?”

“Yes Chris I do and I would love to kiss yours.”

I gulped. Not so much at what he had said, I had heard far worse, but at my reaction. I felt a surge of arousal.

“Would you Mark?”

“Yes, would you like that?”

Things were going downhill rapidly when I typed.

“Maybe?”

“Imagine you are kneeling Chris wearing just that thong.”

This really was pee or get off the pot time. With hardly any hesitation I typed.

“Yes.”

“And I am behind you, ok?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel my hands cupping your breasts as I run my tongue across your right cheek.

“Yes.”

“And do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Is it exciting you Chrissy as you feel me kiss your right cheek.”

“Yes.”

“Do you like me pinching your nipples Chris?”

I was in alone that night as Emily was on a sleepover at a school friend’s house. It was quite warm and I had been sunbathing on my terrace, which is quite secluded. As I often do, I had been topless, but not then naked as I occasionally sunbathe, and when I came inside an hour or so ago I had just slipped a tee shirt on over my bikini panties.

I was becoming worked up and as I typed I found my hand reaching for my breast.

“Yes,” I typed doing precisely that to myself.

“Can you feel my tongue going so very near to the crease in your bum?”

“Oh god, I can.”

“Are you very aroused Chrissy, I am.”

“Yes. Are you Mark?”

“Yes you have made me very hard. Are you wet? Are your nipples hard?”

“Yes I am and yes they are.”

“Have you touched yourself?”

“Yes have you?”

“Yes of course I have, I am rubbing my cock. What are you doing?”

“Holding my breast.”

He asked me what I was wearing and I told him. He told me that he was naked and suggested that I remove my tee shirt. I felt very adventurous when I did that.

“Do you want to masturbate with me Chrissy?” was the next killer question that I suppose I should have evaded, but I didn’t.

“Maybe.”

“Touch your pussy for me,” he asked.

I did. It was like an electric shock. “Have you Chris?”

“Yes Mark.”

“Inside or outside your panties?”

“Outside,” I lied as my fingers slid along my wetness.

“You sure Christine? Are you sure your fingers are not inside your panties. I bet they are.”

I didn’t reply and he went on to say that he was pumping his cock and thinking that he was fucking me. I had sent him a selfie, well before they were called that, so he knew what I looked like as I did him.

“They are in them aren’t they Chrissy?”

I could lie no more. “Yes.”

“And are wonderfully wet?”

“Yes,” I typed as I pushed two fingers inside me.

“Are near Chris?”

“Yes, are you?”

“Oh yes, cum with baby, cum now Chrissy.”

I did. Hard, long and strong. It was as powerful a self-induced climax as I had ever experienced.

I guess it was like taking drugs. After the first fix, I wanted more and stronger experiences and I became hooked. I cybered with Mark several more times, but then, with the web being so transitory, we moved on. For the next few months until I felt able to go for the real thing, I became cyber promiscuous. Generally, I had three or four regulars and as one would drop off I would find a replacement. Don’t get me wrong, it was not a daily occurrence, but then I do not think that during those few moths I ever went a week without ‘having a fix.’

Inevitably, I suppose, I went further and I pushed out the boundaries. teen porno

Occasionally I would initiate something with a throwaway remark and now and then I would give in very easily and would ‘fuck on the first date.’ I got into role-plays and described giving blow-jobs, having them cum on my face or tits and of course being fucked in most positions. I admitted to one ”friend that I had a vibrator and used it on myself describing in minute detail what I was doing. I let one guy call me and the sex we had on the phone was blisteringly good. I drew the line, though, at cam to cam.

The other aspects of my ‘chat room’ period were that I broadened my knowledge and understanding of sex quite considerably. I had no idea just how many different fetishes people, well men mainly, had nor that there were so many different sexual practices that turned them on. Also, I became less judgemental. If a man wanted to discuss something with me, perhaps him wearing women’s panties, spanking or me wearing a strapon, if he was able to discuss it in a reasonably intelligent way, I found myself being willing to do so.

So, in defence of my rather pathetic ‘hobby,’ I claim it as a period of learning and growing when I became a fuller and more rounded person, intellectually at least. You may see it different and consider it to be a time when I indulged myself in a deviant sort of electronic sex. As they say, ‘you pays your money and you makes your choice!

*

Then the divorce came through and things were different in many ways.

We decided to sell the house in Chigwell and I bought a garden apartment in a nearby area, Buckhurst Hill. That was convenient for Emily’s school, my golf and tennis clubs and near to her and my friends

Once the wait for the finalisation of the divorce was lifted from my shoulders, I felt better. I felt more able to start rebuilding my life. I stopped being the reclusive celibate. I bought a whole new wardrobe as I set out to become a single woman of the 21st century. A liberated female. One who could take or leave men. One who recognised sex for what it was. Basically a commodity to be enjoyed. Not something that was mixed up with love and affection, but a pleasure, an indulgence, something I would do because I wanted to. No other reason, no other motives.

Oh yes, as I signed the final divorce papers sitting in my lawyer’s office in my new Janet Regar thong and ridiculously skimpy bra under the tight linen trousers and low cut top, I was sure that I would now be able to ‘fuck ’em and leave ’em’ just as men do us,

For a while it worked just like that. For a weird year and a bit I did ‘fuck ’em and leave ’em.’ I may well have actually fucked a few too many and certainly I left too many for at the end there were none left.

Was I promiscuous? Of course. Was I an easy lay? Well fairly? Was the sex good? You bet. Was I happy? Was I by fuck? No I wasn’t!

My first date after the divorce was a salutary lesson and an amazing experience for me. It was also quite funny, sad, all mixed up and, overall rather disappointing!

He was someone I met at a golf tournament as his club Toot Hill. We got on well as we played and we chatted easily at the following dinner. Older than me in his mid-forties, Peter was a widower with two children. Well-off, a lawyer with his own five-bedroom house in the town where I had spent most of marriage he met me at an opportune time just a couple of weeks after the divorce was finalised which was the time I had set myself to re-enter life! Well at least to make an effort at it. Now over a year without any form of physical, let alone sexual contact, I guess I was close to being so frustrated that even a glance from a good-looking man could start things moving in me.

When he asked me out I at first found myself starting to refuse as I had done throughout the previous months, but then I remembered my pledge to myself so I accepted. We had dinner and then I met him for lunch and we went out a couple of times for drinks. Other than a few brief pecks on the cheek and one fairly energetic goodnight kiss there had been nothing physical between us although clearly the time for that was approaching. I could feel the pressure of the ‘if you don’t like the heat get out of the kitchen’ or more crudely, but probably more accurately, ‘pee or get off the pot’ being applied. After all, people of our ages don’t go out purely to talk about golf do they? In fact, as we had little else in common that was largely what we chatted about. The moment when I, excuse me, was supposed to pee came with the suggestion from him, that I have now learned is quite prevalent amongst the new age men movement, which largely had passed me by, of ‘come round to mine, I’ll cook dinner.’

In the two days since he had asked my mind had been on little else.

I just could not get my head around whether I would go to bed with him if that was proposed. On the one hand I wanted to. I needed sex and I wanted to have another man. A man free from the impositions of wife-swapping, revenge affairs and the red travesti porno mists I’d had in the latter days with my ex. I needed to know whether I would be able to respond to and accept his advances. Whether I would become aroused and indeed, whether I would be able to have an orgasm? I’d had no physical contact with a man for so long and, although I had found relief and a degree of satisfaction from other means, I knew that I was enormously frustrated. I was also concerned at that, for I was worried that I would appear rather inexperienced and that I might climax too quickly and make a sexual fool of myself. Was dating worth it I began to wonder?

Countering all this, though, was my natural reticence. I had never given myself easily and I did not want to start this new period of my life as being an easy lay! On top of that, although I liked him and did, as far as things had gone, quite fancy him, I didn’t know whether this would transmit itself into the sort of sexual chemistry that I felt would be necessary to have good sex with him. I was out of touch with seduction. It had been so long that the outlook that seems to have become quite natural nowadays of, ‘we get on well so let’s fuck’ had never been part of my thinking.

So, in a quandary I had packed Emily off for the night as opposed to having a friend in, just in case I stayed over. As I was getting ready, I was like a schoolgirl on a first date. I could not decide what to wear. Rejecting some things because I felt they were too sexy and others because they were too formal I took ages to prepare myself. I bathed, washed my shoulder-length blonde hair, dried that and spent simply ages with my make-up.

I felt that I had better dress with a view to being undressed later, so I paid special attention to my underwear.

Should it be seductive black or virginal white? Or a pastel colour in between? I pondered on the bra. Net, thin and see through so that should my nipples erupt they would be clearly visible through my top, or thicker and more supportive to create a more interesting and dramatic cleavage? Tights or stockings? I mused over these critical matters for ages? And then of course there was the panties. The modern, high-waisted cut severely at the thighs type or perhaps, a thong, maybe French, possibly boy shorts or little bikini ones?

God the agonies of rejoining the dating game.

I eventually got myself to his house and we had a couple of drinks before he served me a well-prepared dinner. The atmosphere was easy between us and any concerns or inhibitions I had were being washed away with the bottle or so of white wine that we drank. At the end of the meal, I got up and said that I would clear away but he wouldn’t hear of it saying.

“Leave it until tomorrow.”

Feeling surprisingly warm towards him I went round the table and I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for the lovely meal. His hand reached out and rested on my hip as I bent over and my top of course gaped a little. His eyes, naturally I suppose went down my top and he pulled me onto his lap. How many years had it been since I had sat on a lap and had a snog, I wondered?

We kissed for some time his hands running up and down my back, outside the grey cashmere sweater. It sent pleasant feelings through me. I felt comfortable and at ease on his lap and showed no resistance when I felt his hands inside the sweater on my bare back. The intensity of his kiss increased and I responded. As his tongue searched deep into my mouth sending signals of his passion to me, my tongue touched his and pressed back against it. It obviously worked for slowly he moved his hand round to the front moving closer and closer to my breasts, but taking the time to gain my tacit approval at each stage.

Then lightly he touched one of them. It felt wonderful. The first time a new partner touches a woman intimately really is lovely and so arousing. This was no exception. They had not been caressed by anyone other than me for such a time, so the feelings were even more intense and special. Slowly and gently he stroked and rubbed me through the thin, black lace teasing the pink tip into a rock-hard protuberance. Feeling no resistance at all from me, he became more welcomingly adventurous easing his fingers inside one of the cups so that they were right on the nipple that once more exploded with feelings.

Now confident of my compliance and agreement his boldness grew and he pushed the thin sweater up so that he could see my breasts. I was pleased with my choice of bra for I knew that his eyes would be gazing at the two orbs encased in the gossamer thin, black net material and that he would be seeing the swollen nipples clearly. We manhandled the sweater off and it was only moments later that I felt the clasp being unclipped and the pressure on my breasts relieved as he removed the bra. He was now looking at me naked above the waist and he said very softly,

“Oh Christine they are so lovely!”

It’s a very special moment when a new partner gazes at a woman’s bare breasts for the first time. The feelings of pride as he compliments you and the, usually, clear indications that you are arousing him are lovely as is the want that seems to go through one from exposing such an intimate part of your body. His hands, now on my bare flesh, did incredible things to me and he murmured.

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(2002 Millie Teases

If you are not a legal adult where you live, do not continue. If you object to frank depictions of human sexuality, do not continue. If your personal moral beliefs require you to object to descriptions and depictions of non-reproductive sexual intercourse between unmarried persons, do not continue. In short, what follows is intentionally erotic, and some may consider it pornographic. Be warned. Be responsible. Act accordingly.

HIM

It was hot when he came out of the office that night. Hot and muggy even though it was almost eleven and the sun had been down for a couple of hours. Sultry. He shrugged his suit jacket off, loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt as he walked down the street toward the subway. “Geez,” he thought, “it’s only June. What’s it going to be like later this summer?”

It wasn’t any cooler on the platform. The little bit of breeze that had made the walk from his office almost bearable didn’t make it into the station. He waited a few minutes on the platform. A drop of sweat trickled slowly down his back and into the crack of his buttocks. A moment later another followed. He wondered if he’d missed the last express of the night. “Geez it’s hot,” he thought, pulling his shirt away from his chest.

A light appeared in the tunnel and the rumble of the approaching train reached his ears. The sign in the front window of the first car said 158 Express. “Good,” he thought. “That’ll take 15 minutes off this trip.” The train stopped, the screech of brakes assaulting his ears. The doors banged open. He stepped in and saw the car was empty. The air conditioning was working. “Good,” he said, half out loud. He sat down and closed his eyes.

She got on two stop later, the last stop before the train went express. He heard her step into the car and opened his eyes to see who it was. About 30, he guessed. Kind of cute. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The heel of a dark blue pump stuck out of her bag. She was wearing running shoes. The powder blue pompoms of her peds stuck out at the top of the heels. Her legs were bare. She carried the jacket of her dark blue suit over her arm; the pleated skirt swished gently as she walked over to a seat. A light blue bra strap was visible on her right shoulder, having slipped out from under the edge of her sleeveless white blouse. She sat down opposite him and smiled.

He smiled back, and then closed his eyes again. Now that the train had gone express it was a 25-minute ride to the next station. He’d be home soon.

As the train moved out of the station he tried to get into that sort of half-asleep, dreamy kind of place. Alert enough, but where fantasies came with pictures. He thought about how Kelly, his college girlfriend, used to tease him on rides like this – telling him that she wanted him, brushing up against him, but pushing his hands away if he ever tried anything. What would it have been like if they had been together on this train?

A minute later he heard a soft rustle. He wasn’t sure if it was part of his dream or not. He thought he smelled perfume – something light and fresh – citrusy. It’s part of the dream, he thought. Kelly used to wear perfume like that.

A minute later he thought he felt a hand on his leg. He was remembering Kelly and how she would brush her hand up his thigh as the rode together. Just close enough to his penis to get his attention, but never touching it.

It was just like Kelly, he thought. The hand brushed lightly up his thigh. This may be a good dream.

The hand found his penis. A finger traced its outline. He felt it stir and start to grow. “Good dream,” he thought. The hand stroked him through the fabric of his trousers. He was getting hard. He shifted a little in the seat to adjust himself.

When he settled down again the hand was back, its fingers tracing the length of his penis. He was hard now. “This is one hell of a dream.” He relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. The hand was firmly stroking him. It felt good. Why couldn’t he dream like this all the time?

A second hand grasped the waistband of his trousers just above his fly. “What kind of a dream is this?” he mused. Zzzzip. The first hand was pulling down his zipper. He wanted to open his eyes. He knew if he did the dream would be over and he would be there on the train and she would be there, over on the other side, reading a book or something.

HER

When she woke up that morning she was aroused. Not horny, lusty gotta do something, gotta have somebody, gotta masturbate, gotta get relief aroused, just pleasantly sensitive and everything touching me is arousing and taboo heat porno making me feel sexy like just before I start lubricating aroused, she thought. It was very pleasant. She wondered how she’d get through the day if this feeling stuck with her.

She dressed with the arousal in mind.

“Sexy but professional,” she thought. “The blue suit, with pale blue underneath.” She looked in her drawer and found the bra and thong set she’d bought the previous weekend. She stepped into the thong and pulled it up around her hips. She adjusted the strap so it passed up over her anus, tantalizing it gently. She looked in the mirror. The silk clung to her, outlining her freshly-shaven mound, the peach-like shape of her genitals clearly visible through the pale blue cloth.

She picked up the bra and slipped her arms through the straps. She pulled the cups together and fastened the front clip. She reached into each cup, positioning each breast comfortably in the soft caress of the silken fabric. The cool air from the ceiling fan brought her nipples to erection. They poked stiffly at the fabric. She noticed that she could see the shadow of her areolas through the not quite sheer fabric.

Sheer white pantyhose was next. She hated it, especially when it was hot like this, but her job demanded it. She’d strip it off before she started for home, she thought. She pulled a sleeveless white blouse on and buttoned it, stepped into her skirt and fastened it aroundher waist, picked up her jacket and left the room. Before she left the house she pulled on a pair of peds and running shoes. She stuck a pair of dark blue pumps in her bag and headed off to work.

All day long she was just on the edge. Her nipples seemed to be always erect. By lunchtime they ached. She thought about ducking into the ladies room and masturbating, but resisted the temptation. It just wasn’t professional.

At 3:00 Linda, her boss, walked into her office with a sheaf of papers in her hand.

“I hate to do this to you, but the Archimedes project report has to be finished tonight. The meeting is at 8:00 tomorrow morning. I need it finished and 5 copies on my desk waiting for me.”

“Of course, Linda. I’d be happy to stay.”

“Thanks bunches. I’d stay, but I’ve got to take their account team to dinner tonight. Here’s the draft. Just clean it up and add the illustrations we talked about. I’m sure you’ll do a great job.” Linda dropped the papers on her desk and left the office.

“Crud!” she thought. “So much for an early supper and a bubble bath tonight.” She got to work on the report.

“Oh wait!” she thought six hours later as she passed through the turnstile and ran down the steps to the platform. She made it just before the bells dinged to signal the closing of the doors. She felt her nipples crinkle up one more time as the cold of the air conditioning hit them. “I’m still horny; what a weird day,” she thought as she sat down and smiled at the man opposite her. They were alone in the car.

The train pulled away. “He’s not bad,” she thought as she looked at the dozing man opposite her. A little under six foot tall, light brown hair, nice smile. He was wearing a tan poplin suit and a blue button down shirt. The coat was on the seat next to him, on top of his case. His tie was loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. He looked a little hot and tired.

She looked at him a little more carefully. “As a matter of fact,” she thought, “He’s really nice looking.” She looked around the car and realized they were alone. Her nipples throbbed again. An old fantasy entered her mind.

She watched him as he dozed. “Do I dare do it?” she thought. Fumbling in her purse, she found the condoms she’s dropped in it the weekend before, but never had the opportunity to use. She slid them into the pocket of her skirt.

“I don’t believe I’m about to do this,” she thought to herself. But what better chance would she have? They were alone, it was an express, and they wouldn’t be interrupted for at least another 20 minutes.

“It’s now or never,” she thought as she stood up and walked across the car. “If I hadn’t been so horny all day, I’d never dare this.”

Quietly, she sat down next to him. She looked at him for a moment, and then reached out and gently stroked his leg. She brushed slowly up his thigh, and then paused. It felt nice. “Go for it,” she ordered herself.

She moved her hand over his crotch and found his penis. With her finger she traced its shape. It was limp, but it felt nice. She felt him stir. When he settle back down she reached over again and began to stroke his penis teach that bitch porno more deliberately. She could feel him getting hard under her attention. She had to see it.

With her other hand she reached over and grasped the top of his trousers just above his fly. Quickly, she found the tab of his zipper and pulled it down with a sure, smooth tug.

“Now it gets interesting,” she thought. She reached into the opening of his fly, fumbled for a moment, and then slipped her hand through the fly of his boxers. He felt hot, hard and velvety. She slipped his penis out of the confines of his boxers and through the fly of his trousers. A moment later she had his testicles exposed as well.

“It’s wonderful,” she thought. She ran her finger up the underside of his exposed penis. It was about six inches long and was moderately thick. A dark purple band circled its head. She watched as a clear drop of fluid emerged from the slit at the tip as she stroked a fingernail up the sensitive underside and around the ridge of its head.

A moment later she bent over and licked the tip of his penis.

“Oh, yeah,” she thought. “This is nice.” He tasted musky and male. Holding on to the base of his penis, she slipped her mouth over the glans and began to suck, gently. She slid her mouth down his length, taking as much of his penis in as she could.

HIM

It was incredible. She was blowing him. Right here on the train. She had his dick and balls out and she was sucking on him like there was no tomorrow.

He had to open his eyes. This couldn’t be a dream. No dream ever felt like this. He’d had dreams about blowjobs, but nothing like this. Her lips had encircled him and were sliding up and down, and one hand was stroking up and down the part of his penis that she couldn’t get into her mouth. Her other hand was playing with his balls. It felt so damn good. So good. And he just knew if he opened his eyes it would all be over.

“Oh god,” he thought. “Why can’t real life be like this dream?”

Then her mouth was off his penis.

“It is a dream,” he thought. “You never get to finish it in a dream.”

He heard a rustle of fabric again – like she had gotten up. And then something tearing. But he didn’t hear her walk away. “Keep your eyes closed,” he commanded himself. “Maybe the dream will come back…”

Her hand grasped hold of the base of his penis. He jumped a little, and then settled back down. She held him firmly. Something touched the tip of his penis.

The gentle caress of her hand running down his penis returned him to his reverie. This was so good. He felt himself getting harder. She stroked down his penis again. “What is that?” he thought. “It’s not just her hand. She wouldn’t, it’s not…”

It was. A condom. He could feel it covering and clinging to him.

“But,” he thought. “A condom. She’s not going to…”

HER

She felt herself lubricate as she sucked up and down his velvety hardness. This was unreal. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Even though they were alone, this was in public. And she had deliberately exposed him and now she was sucking on him and playing with his testicles.

“I just have to,” she thought.

She released his penis from her mouth and stood up. It glistened with her saliva and throbbed in the cold of the air conditioning. She reached up under her skirt and slipped her panties down her legs, stepping out of them awkwardly as she pulled them over her running shoes. She shoved them into the pocket of her skirt, and pulled out a condom.

Ripping open the packet, she glanced down at him. She could tell he was trying to keep his eyes closed. “I wonder if he thinks this is some kind of a dream?” she wondered.

She stroked his penis once more, bringing it back to full erection, and then slipped the condom down over it, holding the tip so no air got in as she rolled it down over him.

“You are such slut,” she told herself as she straddled him, one knee on either side of his hips. She reached down and grasped him, and then pulled up her skirt with her other hand and poised herself over him. She gently rubbed his penis up and down her slit, lubricating it with her moisture. She rubbed its tip against her clitoris, sending a little thrill through her loins, and then bent it back to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, she slipped down over him.

“Oh wow!” she gasped. He filled her so nicely – it made her vagina stretch just enough to get all the nerves firing nicely. She pushed down a little harder, her shaven mound pressing hard against his wiry pubic hair. “So nice, so nice,” team skeet porno she thought.

She sat pressed down against him, reveling in how full she felt. She wiggled a little, rubbing herself against his pubic bone.

Her nipples ached. “I want his hands on me,” she thought. “I can’t, this is bad enough, but if I stand up now nobody would know what I’ve been doing.” Her nipples throbbed. “Just do it, slut,” she ordered herself.

Quickly she unbuttoned her blouse and then unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts. Her usually pink nipples were almost red. She grabbed his hands, which he had kept carefully on the seat up until now, and brought them to her chest.

HIM

He palmed her soft, firm breasts, feeling their weight in his hands. This was unbelievable. He was in her and she was rubbing herself against him, hard. She’d put his hands on her naked breasts. He massaged them gently as she started to slide up and down, and then grind against him.

“This can’t be happening,” he thought. “No dream is this real, but no woman would ever just get in a subway car and then hop on the guy across the aisle. It just doesn’t happen.”

“Pinch my nipples,” she whispered.

He did as he was told. If this was a dream, it was incredible. If it was real life, it was more incredible. Either way, he was going to enjoy it. He pinched her rubbery nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Harder,” she demanded. He pinched hard.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned. She was moving more quickly now, up and down his shaft, with a hard grind against him at the end of each down stroke. He moved his hands over her breasts, keeping the nipples pinched between forefinger and middle finger. He squeezed her breasts and pinched his fingers together, gently at first, and then harder. She moved even faster.

The train rumbled through the tunnel, the couple moving against and with each other. Both of them began moaning.

He arched up as best he could to meet her thrusts. He could feel the tingle running up the length of his penis that foreshadowed his orgasm. He felt her squeeze herself around him. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

HER

It felt so good. He was hard and he was big and he filled her and when she ended each stroke and ground herself in a little circle against him it rubbed against her clit just right. “A little faster,” she thought.

The train flashed out of the tunnel and onto the bridge. She could see the headlights of the cars moving along the River Parkway. “Just 10 minutes to the stop,” she thought. She moved even faster then, and started moaning. It felt so good.

When he started moaning too she knew he was getting close. She contracted the muscles in her vagina. “Make it tight,” she thought. “Make it tight and make him cum, hard.” She moved even faster.

Her orgasm surprised her. It slammed into her just as the train came off the long bridge and dove back into the tunnel. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she called out. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

She ground down hard against him, and as she did she felt him thrust up into her.

“Me too, Me too, ME TOO!” he cried out. She felt the last bits of her orgasm ripple through her vagina, almost milking his orgasm out of him. She sagged down against him, pushing herself hard against his crotch, pulling him to her breasts, holding him tightly.

It was so good. She’d been on the edge all day, and this – this just filled it all out perfectly. A fantasy fulfilled. A good, hard orgasm. This was how a day should be.

She released him and kneeled up, slipping up and off him. She stood, and looked at him, the head of the condom covering his penis full with his milky sperm. She hooked her bra back over her breasts and buttoned her blouse.

Taking the thong from her pocket, she bent down and wiped some of the moisture from around his penis and testicles. Gently, she put them back inside his pants and boxers, draping her panties around his softening penis. She zipped his pants, quietly walked over to the other side of the car, got her bag and jacket and then went to stand by the door.

THEM

“Next stop Oakdale,” came the operator’s voice over the intercom. “Last stop on the line. This train is going out of service. Please exit the train at Oakdale. This train is going out of service.”

He opened his eyes as the train pulled into the station. She was standing at the door, her back to him. “So,” he thought, “was it a dream or wasn’t it? And do I want to know?” The train stopped and the doors slid open. He picked up his case, left the car and joined the small crowd walking through the turnstiles. A minute or so later he was at his car.

She opened the door for him as he got to the car. As he pulled the seatbelt around him she reached over and snaked her hand down his pants. She pulled out the wispy blue thong. “So honey,” she said, waving her panties at him. “How are you going to beat that?”

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“Oh my, Jenny is certainly the lucky one,” Stephanie whispered in his ear. Her hand was hidden between their closely pressed bodies, her fingers curling over the ridge of her brother Gabe’s penis. “You know she only dated you because I told her how big you were down there.” Her words, hot in his ear, her sexy figure pushed up against him, and tits crushing against his chest, had his cock stiffening even as they swayed in circles on the dance floor of his wedding reception.

“I guess I owe you some thanks then,” Gabe said, shifting his body in a vain attempt to keep his sister’s groping from being noticed. He had little to worry about though, most of the remaining guests were drunk and those that weren’t were too old to see what was happening on the dance floor clearly.

“Oh I think you do,” Stephanie said with delight, her eyes widening in mischievous marvel. “I can think of something you can give me to pay me back.”

Gabe groaned despite himself. Stephanie, his older sister, had always been sexy as hell and a constant tease. Growing up he had spied on her, as many younger brothers are apt to do. But when Steph caught him, she didn’t scream or run to their parents. No, Stephanie smiled. Smiled and let her little brother get a good long look at her body. Her own eyes began to bug out and her jaw drop when she saw the effect she had on his body.

After that fateful day she made it a point to tease her little brother. It was her greatest thrill to make him pop a boner at the worst of times. In church, at the dinner table, just before a date, they were all great opportunities to make him blush with embarrassment as he couldn’t control his body’s reaction to her physical charms.

Not that Gabe really had much chance. Stephanie was built like the proverbial brick shit house. Soft blond hair, styled and combed to perfection, large round tits atop an impossibly tiny waist and wide flaring hips that topped off an onion booty. She wore sweater dresses and tights all of the time. There was rarely a day when her figure wasn’t on full display and she loved to make sure her little brother saw it regularly.

Gabe wasn’t surprised that his sister was at his wedding without a date. She was dressed to attract attention, something his new wife, Jenny, was a bit upset about. As the bride walked down the aisle she counted no less than three men who were too busy ogling Stephanie to pay attention to her. Now that the reception was in full swing there was a gaggle of single men vying for her attention, most of them shooting dark looks at the groom who seemed to be the only one she had eyes for.

“Your fan club is getting restless,” Gabe remarked, eyeing the men gathered at the edge of the dance floor waiting their chance to get a dance with Stephanie.

“Yeah, now that I’m divorced again, they don’t mind chasing after me where everyone can see.”

Gabe chuckled, his sister’s reputation was well earned. Her third husband had divorced her, irreconcilable differences the decree read, but everyone knew it was because Stephanie had cheated on him. Gabe couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for the guy, he’d stolen her away from her second husband and he knew he wasn’t the only one she was fucking at the time. How he could have thought marrying her would change anything was beyond Gabe.

The last time Stephanie had attended a wedding there were still a bunch of guys who wanted to get her lips wrapped around their johnson’s, even though she sported a gargantuan wedding ring. To see the throng of single men ogling her, many of whom were just barely legal, amused Stephanie.

Mentally picking out a couple of them, she smiled thinking about the fun she would be having while the newlyweds were down the hall having traditional, wholesome sex. What would her brother say if he knew that as he was between Jenny’s proper thighs, her eyes closed demurely, that his sister was three doors down taking one in the bush and one in her mouth? His fully hard cock twitched in her hand. Perhaps he was imagining it already. Stephanie couldn’t hide her smile, her hand stroking his hardness idly.

“Are you done trying to embarrass me?” Gabe asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Oh look? Here comes your wife. Have fun trying to explain your hard on after dancing with your sister, perv.”

Stephanie slipped out of his arms, spinning as she was swallowed up in a crowd of men who seemed to magically appear around her. Gabe watched her go, his tongue sliding over his teeth behind his lips as he imagined…

“There you are!” Jenny said happily, sliding into his arms easily.

She looked radiant, as she should on her wedding day. The veil pushed over her immaculate hair, the perfect makeup on her face, the sparkle in her eyes. She was the vision of beauty Gabe knew he was fortunate street blowjobs porno to have married. He leaned in and kissed her, pulling her tightly to his body.

“Oh!” Jenny gasped, her hip pushing into the hardness of his groin. “Wow, someones a little eager, huh?”

“You better believe it,” Gabe said, allowing her to lead him towards their table. He sought out his sister, catching her eye as he was leaving the dance floor. She winked at him before she disappeared.

Jenny and Gabe left the reception with great fanfare, everyone cheering them as they stepped into the hotel’s elevator that would take them up to the honeymoon suite. As the door’s closed, Stephanie flashed her key and a bright smile to the three guys who had been hanging on her ever since the dance with her brother. In a flash the four of them were off to another elevator and their own wedding festivities.

Jenny lay on the bed, her dress pulled up around her waist as Gabe was between her thighs, his face buried in the fine hairs of her pussy, his tongue swiping at her lips hungrily. Tracing her fingers through his hair, she rolled her hips as he sent growing tingles up her body, making her breasts ache and her breath to come in gasps.

She was about to cum when the phone rang. Gabe expected her to ignore it, who would be so rude to interrupt newlyweds? But she didn’t, she pushed him away and then scrambled to the night stand and picked it up.

“Hello? Oh, oh yes, yes of course. No, no it’s no problem. I’ll be right there.”

Gabe sighed, wondering what could be so important.

“My Aunt Gertie is looking for me. She wants a picture before she takes off. You don’t mind, do you honey?”

Gabe just smiled, unable to say that yes, he did mind. Nodding, he tried to hide his disappointment. With a quick kiss to his cheek, Jenny was slipping on her heels and then she was gone, the door sliding closed quietly.

A minute passed in silence as Gabe remained kneeling on the floor before the bed and then there was a knock at the door. With a glance he saw that Jenny had left her key on the dresser and now she’d come back to collect it.

Grabbing the card he headed to the door, opening it quickly, only to be stunned to see Stephanie standing there. He had to bite his lip to keep from sucking in air as he took in her body for the millionth time. Even so, his already engorged cock could not help but pulse hungrily as he devoured her curves.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice shaky as he realized Jenny would be back any minute. The tension between the two women was not well hidden and he’d been in the middle of a number of arguments leading up to the wedding concerning his sister. “She’ll be back soon, so-“

“Yeah? Why is she gone?” Stephanie asked, pushing Gabe back into the room and then shutting the door completely, the latch clicking loudly.

“She went down to take a picture with her Aunt Gertrude,” he said, looking away from her.

“That seem odd to you?” Stephanie asked, stepping up behind him, her breasts pushing into his back. Her hand slipped over his hips, caressing him slowly as she worked her fingers slowly forward. “Why would she leave her husband, on her wedding night, to go take a silly picture?”

“It’s just a picture,” Gabe said exasperated, pulling her hands off of him and stepping away. “Her aunt is from out of town. Heck it’s probably the last time she ever sees the old broad.”

“Well I wouldn’t do that if I were her,” Stephanie said coyly.

“We all know what you would do, and did. Saying ‘I do’ only seemed to make you say ‘I will’ to anyone who asked.”

“Ah, poor little Gabriel is upset because his sister is a slut.”

He shot her a dark look and moved to the bar, pulling out a little bottle of scotch. He’d hate himself when the bill came later, but right now he needed a drink. Twisting off the top, he drank it down and exhaled loudly when it was finished.

“Or is Gabriel upset because it was all the other boys and never him?”

“I let that ship sail a long time ago,” he said quietly. “All you ever wanted to do was tease me and I’ll never know why.”

“What if I told you the reason I went through men like tissue was because none of them were you?”

He stared at her a long time, searching her eyes for some sign that she was toying with him yet again. He couldn’t make anything out though, but he wasn’t sure if it was because she wasn’t deceiving him or if he really wanted it to be true.

“That’s pretty messed up,” he said at last.

“Yes, it is,” she replied softly.

Stephanie came up behind him, her arms sliding under his and coming up to hold his chest. Her fingernails dug into his flesh, creasing the white tuxedo shirt as she pressed her body against his. The pressure of her chest pushing into his back caused Gabe to close his eyes as he tried to ignore the way her body made him feel.

“I’d never have left you alone on our wedding night,” she said quietly.

Gabe felt her hands student sex parties porno leave his body, the loss of her touch making him ache. He kept his eyes closed and then he heard the soft snick of the door opening and then she was gone.

***

“So how is married life?” Stephanie asked, smiling brightly at the young waiter who brought her another drink.

The sun shined brightly as they ate at a sidewalk cafe, Jenny off with her mother on a rare Saturday that Gabe didn’t have to work. Finding her brother free from any obligation, Stephanie jumped at the chance and took him out.

“It’s okay,” he said without cheer.

Two years had passed and things had cooled considerably between Jenny and he. Unable to conceive, the pair had been to fertility specialists up and down the coast, none of them able to come up with any reason for the problem. Gabe hadn’t been too concerned, but it weighed heavily on Jenny’s mind. It had become a point of contention between them, Jenny going so far as to question his masculinity because of it.

“So why the long face?”

Gabe didn’t want to go into it, not really. Talking about Jenny behind her back, to Stephanie of all people, was never a good idea. She would use it against him, he knew, but somehow he needed to share this burden, to let it out. So he told her, told her everything.

“Wow,” she whispered when he’d finished. “When fucking becomes a chore. Holy shit, I can’t even imagine that.”

“Well I wouldn’t really expect you to,” Gabe said testily. “You were never with anyone long enough to get bored.”

“I would never get bored of you,” she said in that half teasing manner she used with him. It was always said in just such a way that he was never sure just how serious she was.

“Yeah,” he said taking a long drink from his glass, his voice sounding tired and far away. “I would have gotten bored of the guys hiding in the closet or under the bed.”

“Is that it? Was that what I did wrong?” she searched his face, gauging his reaction.

“What are you saying?” Gabe turned to face her, his questioning eyes not believing she was still on about that. “Don’t you ever get tired of tormenting me?”

“Sorry,” she said demurely, fueling her brother’s confusion even more.

***

“My god, if your mother asks me about grand children one more time, I’m gonna tell her you are shooting blanks!”

Gabe fought the urge to snap back, he knew his voice carried in the small house. Growing up he had to take great care even when masturbating not to make too much noise or everyone would hear. A fact his sister used to her advantage, needling him about his activities and making sure he heard hers.

Now that they were cramped into his childhood home, his widowed mother down the hall in his old room as they occupied the master bedroom, he wondered again if they hadn’t made a mistake by not staying at a hotel. Certainly being this close to Stephanie, who was ostensibly snug in her old room, had put him on edge.

Christmas in the old house. It was his mother’s idea and she had hounded him until he gave in, surprised to find out that his sister had already agreed. Once they arrived the accommodations had seemed cramped, causing Jenny to shoot him an annoyed look. He wondered how she would expect him to make it up.

He thought of pulling her close, snuggling with her, but his wife only gave him a incredulous look. Apparently there was no love to be had in mom’s bed. He couldn’t blame her, though he guessed that it mattered less that it was his mother’s bed than everything else that had happened. Another six months of fertility treatments, for them both, and still no result. Sex had become a task to complete, like the dishes or the laundry.

A child was to be made of love and passion. With a chuckle, Gabe thought it was no wonder Jenny had never become pregnant.

“What?” she asked, her voice loud in the unfamiliar room.

“Nothing,” he replied softly, shaking his head.

“It’s always nothing with you. You laugh, but its nothing. I swear,” she left the thought unfinished. Snapping the book she was reading shut, she clicked off the light, glad they would be leaving in two days.

Gabe stared at the ceiling, the creaks of the old home familiar and he felt as if he was a child again. He remembered the years of growing up, his sister and he playing at games during the holidays. Running up and down the hall, in and out of the house, their parents shouting at them to keep it down.

In a flash he was a teenager, almost out of high school and he was pushing his sister’s bedroom door open. It was the first time he’d seen her topless. Her breasts, full and round, hung penduloussly off her chest, capped by rosy nipples stiff from the cool air. She’d seen him in the mirror, had known he was staring the whole time, but had never moved to cover herself. His awe struck face was the greatest compliment she’d ever received. Gabe stared at the seemingly perfect skin, so smooth and soft, submissive cuckolds porno he ached to touch her.

Then he felt his body react and he looked down to see that his cock had grown long and hard. His shorts were pressed out where the ridge of his flesh strained at the fabric. Looking up he saw that Stephanie had seen him and there was horror in her eyes.

Shaking his head, Gabe slipped out of bed and down the hall. He needed a drink of water and made his way to the kitchen. In the darkness he felt his way, the layout of the home close enough to they way he remembered he made his way unscathed. Making it to the kitchen he looked about as the light of a street lamp spilled in through the window

At last he pulled a glass out of the cabinet and poured himself some water. His thoughts wandered back to his sister. Stephanie had turned over a new leaf. She hadn’t dated anyone in a very long time. Six months, he thought with wonder. He didn’t think she’d ever gone that long without a man since she was a teenager. Why the change? he wondered.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Stephanie said.

In the soft light of the refrigerator he saw her. Dressed in a camisole top that hung loosely over the edge of her tits, the shape and size of her nipples could be made out even in the shadows. His eyes dropped lower, the soft pink sweats that covered her legs drawn up barely over her hips, leaving a bare strip of her tummy visible.

“Oh I don’t think I’d like to give you that much ammunition,” Gabe said with a smirk, taking another drink from his glass.

“Am I still haunting your dreams?” She struck a pose, her hip cocked as she leaned forward, the top dipping dangerously low, displaying the crease of sweet flesh where her breasts came together.

“Would it make you happy if you were?” Gabe asked, fighting the urge to adjust his cock. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that her tease had gotten to him.

“Sort of,” she said quietly, her voice almost pained.

Gabe considered his sister. Perhaps she’d grown up, something he never thought he’d say about her. “Sort of? That almost sounds deep.”

“I know I can never have what I want,” she said after a long silence, “but it can never be. Anymore I’d be fine with whatever I can get.”

“What are you talking about?” Gabe asked, placing his glass in the sink.

“You,” she whispered.

Coming up behind him and pressing her body against his like she had done the night of his wedding. This time though, his back was bare and her breasts were not hindered by a bulky bra, flesh almost touching flesh, the closest they had ever been and it made Gabe light headed. Her hands circled around him again, this time one caressing his pecs, the other settling on the lower part of his stomach.

Gulping, Gabe tried to control his breathing, though his heart raced in his chest and his cock, that had been slowly coming alive before, suddenly lurched in his shorts. He could hear nothing but the rush in his ears as Stephanie pressed herself against him.

“Why?” he pleaded softly, shaking his head, trying to clear away the haze that had settled over his brain. “Why do you torment me?” He spun around, pushing her away, taking a hold of her wrists to keep them from returning to his body.

“I don’t know,” Stephanie said softly. “It’s the only way I know. It’s what I’ve always done.”

“What do you want from me? Do you just enjoy seeing me in pain? Hating myself because I want my sister-“

“You want me?” Stephanie interrupted, her eyes filled with unbelieved hope. She stared at him expectantly, the silence between them becoming a yawning chasm that threatened to swallow her. “Well?” she prodded.

“Y-yes,” Gabe admitted, closing his eyes in shame. “I’ve always wanted you. I’ve wanted you since that day.”

There was no need to clarify ‘that day’. It had been a pivotal moment in her life as well, though Gabe never knew. She had spent most of her life trying to recreate the feelings she felt that day with some man other than her brother. In the end, it had resulted in failed marriages and a string of doomed relationships. Hating herself for what she felt, she let herself be used as punishment for the sin in her heart. Now to hear that her brother felt the same-

“I’m sorry,” she said, a pained look in her eyes. “I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to torture you. I never believed I was pretty until I saw you look at me. I’ve been spending my entire life trying to get you to choose me.” By the time she was finished she was crying, tears streaming down her face freely as she leaned against the wall, her sobs wracking her body and making her breasts jiggle.

Gabe cursed himself for thinking of her body, for the reactions his own body was having because of her. Here she was, his sister, crying for god’s sake, and he couldn’t look past her shell. He of all people should see the inner beauty, the person she was. But she’d hid that person. Hid it from everyone because of her forbidden love for him.

In a rush, he couldn’t think of any other way to help her. Taking her face in his hands, he tilted her chin up, her eyes startled and a bit confused, though they softened as his face lowered and their lips met. With a ravenous hunger she opened her mouth, thrusting her tongue into his as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and clung to him.

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For those who didn’t read the first part, or chose not to, a quick synopsis of it is that Don, a retiree, was hired out by his wife Ann to do some home repairs at her friend Elaine’s house. He ended up fixing more than household items!

As suggested by Don, Elaine called up Ann the next day and said “Annie, your hubby did such a great job on my living room, I was wondering if I could borrow him for some additional painting. He’s really good, you know.”

“I’m sure he’d be glad to help out some more, since the alternative is to sit around and watch TV here” responded Ann. “I’ll have him call you and set things up.”

Ann told her husband of the phone call and commented “you really made an impression on Elaine. She wants you to do some more painting at her place. I told her I thought you’d be willing to do it, so if you are, give her a call to arrange things. I still have her key.” Don nodded and said he would take care of it, careful to hide his smile at the thought of climbing between Elaine’s thighs for another session of phenomenal lovemaking.

Later, he called Elaine and very professionally arranged to stop over to review the additional requirements. He convinced his wife that she needn’t go this time because it would just be a quick overview. When he got to Elaine’s, she was naked, like she promised him. “I know we have to make this quick because we don’t want to arouse any suspicions with Ann.” With that, Don quickly shed his clothes and chased Elaine up the stairs to her bedroom. She jumped on the bed and held open her arms beckoning Don to come to her.

He pushed her gently to her back and kissed her neck nibbling his way down her chest to her beautiful tits. Her aerolas were the size of silver dollars and invitingly encouraged him to start circling his tongue around them until the nips stood at attention. Something else was starting to stand at attention, and Elaine felt his cock pressing against her thigh as Don continued to suck at her breasts. Her tits have always been sensitive to such ministrations, and in a few minutes, she was able to have a small orgasm. As her shudders subsided, Don moved down her body with his tongue tracing a path over her navel into her pubic hair. As he reached the promised land, he parted her outer lips with his fingers and found her little nub with his tongue. Again, it didn’t take long for her to experience additional spasms. This time, Don didn’t wait for her to subside before quickly inserting his turgid cock into her slit. As he drove straight in, Elaine gasped and cried “faster, I need to have your love juice in me right now.” Knowing that time was of the essence, Don plunged in and out quickly and in short order was unloading a torrent of cum inside Elaine’s love box.

“Ahhhhh, I needed that tonite” Elained gasped in a husky voice. “I know you can’t stay, but Saturday, can you make the job last all day?.”

“I suppose it’ll need two coats, with time to dry between them, so you’ll probably have to provide lunch!” said Don with a wide smile on his face.

“You have a deal…see you Saturday morning, bright and early” she said as Don got up to get dressed.

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough for him. But some things nagged him. What if his wife decided to stop by and visit with her “friend” while he was working? What if she called and wanted to talk to Elaine? These and other unsettling thoughts ran through his mind as he contemplated yet another time cheating on his wife. It wasn’t as if he hated her…..quite the contrary….he loved her, but found her passionless behavior something he needed to remedy, and right now this was the best way he knew of. “I’d better be sure she is otherwise realitykings porno occupied on Saturday, or I am not going to be comfortable over there” he thought to himself.

As it turned out, all the fretting was for naught. Ann was fully occupied on Saturday with the kids and a volunteer project she had accepted as a favor. So when Saturday morning rolled around imagine Don’s surprise when upon awakening, he found Ann softly stroking his cock and making obvious overtures that she was interested in a “good morning fuck.” Obviously to avoid this one would be definitely detrimental to his marital health, so Don rolled over and gently pushed Ann on to her back and quickly descended to the area of her crotch, licking his way down until he found her pussy already soaking wet. “What got into you?” he asked. There was no answer, as usual. Ann was not a vocal lover and very often did not say anything during or after lovemaking. That’s what drove Don nuts about their sex life. Ann got wet and moaned a lot during sex, but she hardly ever initiated it (that’s why this morning was a shock!) and never, never, never commented on satisfaction or enjoyment. One time Don asked her if she enjoyed a particularly lengthy and vigorous session, and her comment was “you really shouldn’t have to ask that!.” After that, Don was very wary of saying anything, and still didn’t have a clue as to her level of satisfaction.

As he licked her pussy and tugged on her clit with his lips, Ann writhed, moaned and got even wetter. When he thought she’d cum, he lifted up and lay beside her, figuring that she’d be satisfied. To his further surprise, she climbed on top and inserted his still very hard cock into her pussy and started to rise and fall on his manhood. “Oh shit…..what am I going to do. I want to save it for Elaine and if I give it to her, I may have problems later” he thought. Ann was working it very hard and Don decided to do what not very many guys do….fake an orgasm. He figured she was so wet that he had a good chance to get away with it. So, he returned her thrusts and shortly exclaimed “I’m cumming!” and pretended to pulse so it seemed like he was shooting his load. Ann collapsed on top of him, completely worn out by the lovemaking session.

As he came out of the shower, Ann said “there’s not a lot of stuff leaking, did you cum?.” Don chuckled and said “of course I did, but you know sometimes I don’t leave a lot. Besides, I buried it so far in there, it’ll be Wednesday before it comes out!.” Satisfied, Ann went in to take her shower, and Don went downstairs to grab a quick bite before heading to Elaine’s house.

When he got to Elaine’s he decided not to tell her about his early morning escapades and see what happened. Elaine was dressed this time and gave him a hug and a kiss once he was inside with all his tools transferred from the car.

“I figured if I greeted you naked, you’d never get the first coat on, so I stepped out of character and got dressed” she said with a grin.

“I appreciate that, especially considering we do have to show some progress in case Ann wants to check out my work!” he responded.

“She’s not planning on coming over today is she?” exclaimed Elaine in a quiet panic.

“No, I made sure of that, but who knows about tomorrow?’ Don said.

Elaine went about her household tasks such as washing and vacuuming while Don worked hard at getting the first coat on the dining room walls. It was nearing noon when Elaine came up from the basement stark naked. “I had to wash the clothes I was wearing anyway, and since you are close to finishing, I figured it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“No problem as long rip her up porno as I don’t look” he responded. Elaine suggested that Don join her in her nudity to make things even. “Ok, what the hell” Don said as he stripped off his clothes. Of course, his erection was harder to hide like this, but he figured, it would make Elaine feel better to see the effect she had on him.

He was almost finished and was stretching up toward the corner of the wall spreading on the last few passes of the roller when he felt a hand on his cock from underneath. Elaine had come up behind him and was gently stroking his already partially erect cock. “Hmmmm, this is going to taste good for lunch” she murmured. “Just let me finish this one spot, and you can have all you want for lunch” Don said, as he finished the last stroke of the paint roller.

“Lunch is being served in several stages, the first being appetizers on the counter in the kitchen” Elaine whispered as she went into the other room and climbed up on the counter and spread her legs. Don could see the glisten forming on her pubic hair, and knew she was ready for some good loving. He squatted down and moved his face right into her mound, searching out her little “love nubbin.” As his tongue touched it for the first time that day, Elaine jumped a little at the contact, but soon relaxed and rolled her head back a little to take in all the pleasure. As he continued to lick all around her now enlarged clit, she began to move about the counter top, obviously enraptured by his tongue in her pussy. “I can’t take this anymore” she cried out. “Put it in before I scream” she continued. Don dropped his jeans and jockeys and prepared to insert his cock in her steaming hole when he realized he didn’t have any condoms with him. The other day they had used one from Elaine’s night stand, and that seemed like a million miles away at the moment. “I don’t want to go in there bareback, so hold on while I run upstairs and get a rubber” he exclaimed. When he came back downstairs with the condom already on his rock solid tool, he saw that she didn’t just wait for him, but was feverishly playing with her clit and appeared to be just seconds from an intense orgasm. Don walked over, and instead of inserting his cock, placed his tongue directly on her clit and rapidly stroked it as Elaine had a mind bending climax. It took her a few seconds to recover, but when she opened her eyes, she saw him ready, willing and able to take the next step.

Don moved forward and inserted his cock, which seemed to have grown and inch in anticipation, into her steaming cunt. One swift stroke and he was buried to the hilt. He could feel the tip of her womb as her pussy gradually opened up to accept the invasion of his shaft. Elaine wrapped her legs around his waist, and he lifted her off the counter. As she kissed him and sucked on his tongue he decided to see how strong he really was, and began to make his way to the stairs to take her up to her bed where they could both be comfortable. They made their way up to the bedroom with very little difficulty, the whole time enjoying the feelings in their genitals that the walking and climbing created.

As they fell on to the bed, they came apart, and Elaine said “no problem, I wanted to suck your magnificent piece of meat anyway. She stripped off the condom and tossed it on the floor while shifting her body so she was over Don with her pussy in his face and her mouth over his cock. As she dropped down to take it in her mouth, she also dropped her hips so that he could have access once again to her pussy.

Don sensuously licked her outer lips and gently probed with his tongue, making love rus porno to Elaine’s pussy in a very slow, deliberate manner. This drove her nuts and he could tell she was having a hard time controlling herself because she was working his cock like it was the last time she was going to see it. “I want you to cum in my mouth” she said between slurps. “I don’t want to cum yet, I want to experience more of you before I shoot” he replied.

Don knew, that at his age, the recuperation time was at least an hour, maybe more, and there was more he wanted to do with a hard cock. Besides, there was the requirement to put a second coat on the walls!

He reached for another condom and handed it to her. “Do you want to learn how to put it on without using your hands?” he asked. “I’ll try anything once, but how is that possible?” she replied. Don told her to take it out of the foil and place it in between her lips with the nipple on the inside. “Now go down on my cock like you are giving me head” he said softly. She did as she was told, and after a few misses, she got the point, and managed to get it halfway down his cock. Don chuckled and said “you did great for the first time,” and then completed the task with his hands.

As he rolled her over and mounted her, his strokes were slow and deliberate, using his familiar five deep strokes followed by five shallow strokes repeating the process until she was begging him to cum. “Were you serious when you said you’d try anything once?” he whispered in her ear. “Now you’re scaring me” she said. “What did you have in mind?.”

“Roll over and put the two pillows under your belly” he said. Elaine did as he asked, knowing that what Don wanted was to penetrate her anally. This was not new to her, but she wasn’t going to tell him right then. She wanted to see how he did it. She wanted to see if he was as gentle there as he was everywhere else.

“In the nightstand drawer is some KY jelly” Elaine told him. “Hmmmm, wonder why she has KY so handy” thought Don, but decided discretion was the better part of valor. He took a big glob of it and massaged her little brown hole until she was sufficiently lubed and seemingly ready for entry. He then placed a generous amount on his cock and prepared to penetrate her from behind. As the head of his cock started in, there was an involuntary closing of her anus. Don did not press on, but waited until she relaxed, and as she did, with his cock head gently pressing against her nether hole, her ass seemed to open up and suck the head of his cock in. Once past the sphincter muscle, his cock slid right in with no resistance.

“How does that feel” he asked with a concern in his voice.

“I can’t believe how wonderful it feels. I feel so filled, yet I want more” she exclaimed. With that Don began a gentle stroking in and out of her ass and the longer he did it, the more excited she got, finally screaming out “Ohhhhhhhhhh, cum in my ass!” Needing no further encouragement than that along with the pulsing of the muscles of her ass, he unloaded a torrent of cum into the condom before collapsing on her back, full of sweat and affection for the woman who had given him her ass so willingly.

As he withdrew holding the condom so it wouldn’t come off, he rolled on to his back. Elaine looked over and saw the condom on his still semi-hard cock and said “lay still and let me help you with that. She took his cock in her hands and massaged it with the condom still on it. Then she gently took it off making sure to leave plenty of cum on his cock. Then she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him until it was clean of all his juices.

“See, I got to taste you in my mouth after all!” she laughed.

Don was completely exhausted, but recognized that he had to get back to work. However, Elaine suggested they shower first to remove the evidence of their lovemaking.

The shower is the subject of the next chapter in this story!!! I hope you’ll stay tuned for that.

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It was a hot summer in the early 1950’s. With both parents working, my twenty year old sister Mary and I were out of school on summer break. Mary is two years my senior. With no air-conditioning, each afternoon we would seek relief from the heat by talking or reading as we laid on the cool sheets of her bed.

One day, which is etched in my memory forever, as we prepared to do the usual Mary began to take off her blouse and lower her shorts. She was standing there in her thin panties and see through bra. This was such a shock to me as I had spent hours spying to see her naked or at least in some state of undress and here she was! As she disrobed she looked at me and nodded. I assumed she wanted me to follow suite. I stared at the dark triangle of brown hair showing through her thin white panties and the top of her pink areola and erect nipples pressing against the thin top half of her bra.

Pulling down my shorts and tossing my tee shirt to the floor I stood in my white jockey shorts. Turning from her I tried to push my now stiff cock up against my belly. Mary laid down on her stomach and I lay next to her on my back, not daring to move for what seemed like an eternity. I glanced down at her beautifully shaped butt and with a trembling hand, began to lightly stroke and rub her ass cheeks. I was cretin she would olgun porno make me stop. To my surprise she didn’t resist. Was she asleep? Then I heard,

“HmMmmmm…Uhmm.,.” As she ground her crotch into the bed.

Becoming braver I straddled her hips rubbing and massaging her back. My cock strained against my jockeys and nestled between the cheeks of her ample ass. She wiggled against me and my shaft nestled in her crevice. I moved my hands up and down her back. As I went up I slid a hand under her bra’s back strap. After a few repetitions she reached back with out a word and unsnapped the bra freeing her entire back to my touch. Mary then raised slightly and wiggled her bra straps over her shoulders, flinging the bra to the bedroom floor. I continued my massage now including the sides of her 38 C tits. My rod rode between her plump valley with each lung up and down her back. Again I heard,

“Ohh..Mmmmm…mmmmm. Oh.. .ohhh.”

Becoming bolder, on my trip down her back I began to roll down the elastic band topping her panties. Each trip down meant another lowering of the panties and more of her ass cheeks revealed and rubbed. By the time half of her ass crack was exposed she lifted her hips and pushed down one side of her panties while I pulled the other side and dropped them on the outdoor sex floor.

As she parted her legs I knelt behind her. Bending down, I began running my tongue up and down her anal ally. As my lips moved to Mary’s fur covered pussy I slid my tongue between her full lips. She wiggled then reached back and push my head with a gentle tap. I thought to myself… This is it, she is really going to scream at me. Instead she rolled over on her back and parting her legs raised her knees in the air.

I now had unfettered access to her creamy cunt. My first taste of pussy, it was warm to my lips and had a wonderful flavor and aroma. I licked and swirled my tongue consuming her juices. I felt Mary’s hands grab my head and pull me closer. Not being experienced I wasn’t sure what to do but let my instincts react. I slid one then another finger into her tight, hot hole continuing to lick and suck. Finding, what I later learned was, her clit I kissed and sucked it like a nipple. Suddenly her body began to convulse and shake. Her hands tighten on my head as she pressed her thighs against my face crying,

“OooHhhhh… myyy… goood..oHhhh goooog…… yeeees… Ohhhyesssss……. OhmMmmmmm… Ohhhhhh mmmyyy…. goooaaad…..”

I wasn’t sure what had happened. She began stroking my head and public agent porno pulling me up. As our bodies slid against each other I cupped her full breast in my hands and pressing them together, my tongue tracing around the halos which framed her hard nipples. Sucking her nipples was so erotic as her hand reached down and stroked my cock still encased in my jockeys.

Mary playfully pushed me off her and on to my back. She knelt next to me and pulled the waistband of my underwear down over my pulsating prick which sprang up like a rocket. Tossing my shorts, her head dropped to my rod and she began to lick the underside from the hairy base to my crimson cap. Her tongue swirled around the knob and she began her descend. Engulfing my meat with her lips she squeezed my balls as her mouth slid up and down my shaft.

Now I had beat off plenty times.. But it was nothing like this. It was spectacular! I knew I was about to shoot my load…. But before I could say anything I exploded. Looking down I saw sis gulp, swallow and then open her mouth letting the balance of my cum dribble on my cock and stomach. With a smile she raised her cum dripping lips to mine and we kissed tasting our commingled juices. The next thing I knew she was up. Wiping my cream from her mouth she began putting on her clothes. I began to speak but she put her finger to my lips and with a smile shook her head sideways.

We never did anything like that again and have not spoken of it to this day. That wonderful experience happened long ago but I continue to have the strongest desire to fuck my sister.

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It was one summer Saturday night when my wife and I went to her boss’s house for a party. Her boss was named Sarah. She apparently made some nice money based upon the size of her house (three bedrooms, two-car garage, living room, breakfast nook, large dining room, and a den as well as a laundry room, and three bathrooms). During the party, I figured out that this was a thank-you party for a few of the people who really helped out during the end of the fourth quarter panic that they get hit with every year.

The wife and I had been having some marital problems over the past few months. We hadn’t had sex in three months. Her meds killed her libido for starters. Her meds also said “Do not mix with alcohol” and she was a lush, so she was either extremely bitchy or she passed out early on. Sometimes both.

The evening started out with Sarah (she was divorced), me and the wife, and two other couples as well as another woman named Hilda. Sarah apparently liked to drink. She also liked to flash and touch and was a nympho. Men or women, it didn’t matter to her. Sarah flashed us all her tits a few times, no one complaining. Hilda even joined in a couple of times.

About 90 minutes into the evening of drinking in her backyard as well as in her dining room while playing Cards Against Humanity, Sarah had groped the husband of one of the women at the party. He got angry and they left. Hilda left shortly after that saying that she got a text from her babysitter. The evening continued with Sarah, the other couple, and myself and the wife.

Now that wasn’t the only thing that night that had made things uncomfortable. As my wife had had more and more drinks, her tongue was getting looser and looser and she was talking down to me more and more. It seemed the friendlier I got with anyone, the more I talked to anyone who wasn’t her, the more she seemed to insult and belittle me. It wasn’t making the night comfortable, and when that dude flipped out, it made a nice excuse for people to start leaving.

At the end of a round, I got up to get a drink, Sarah was in the kitchen getting another snack tray ready, she dropped her knife, and grabbed my hard dick through my jeans. We could not be seen by anyone, so I reached over with my right hand and cupped a boob, noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled at me and I told her that it was only fair for me to grab her if she was going to grab me. She said that she knew I wouldn’t object.

I grabbed my drink and before leaving the kitchen pulled up the back of her dress, getting a clear view of her ass, she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress. I just whispered “Nice…” and walked out of the kitchen.

We made sure to find reasons here and there to touch each other and flirt here and there. I made one comment about the size of my dick and the drunk wife said “Fuck… the first time you entered me it felt like I lost my virginity again.” she said as she looked to everyone else, “Like a fucking coke can, not the longest man, but such a fat cock.” Sarah made sure to make it clear that she likes sucking dick.

My wife’s continued mixing of her meds and the drinks at the party soon ended the party with her starting to pass out. We moved the wife to one of the guest rooms and the other couple said their good-byes.

Sarah and I looked at my wife, sleeping in the guest bed, completely passed out.

“How out of it is she?” Sarah asked.

“When she does this she’s out and there is no waking her up.”

“So…”

I said, “Let’s leave her be.” and closed the door.

We went to the den, which was on the far side of the house from the guest bedrooms. There we wasted no time. She removed her dress, I removed my clothes. We both knew what we wanted at that point. Before I could get dressed she was on her knees ready to take my dick into her mouth.

Oh, that felt sert porno good, it had been awhile since anyone paid me that kind of attention. I bent her over the arm of the couch in her den and pounded her from behind. It didn’t take long before I came inside of her.

We caught our breath and sat there, on the floor of her den, naked.

“Are you worried about her finding us like this?” She eventually asked.

I shook my head, “She is dead to the world. We could have fucked next to her and she wouldn’t have woken up.”

She laughed. “That was hot.”

“Fucking a married man?”

“No, fucking a married man who is married to someone under me, while she is in my home after the touching earlier.” Sarah explained, then said, “How can your wife have access to a dick like yours and not ride it as much as possible?”

I said “I honestly don’t know.” before we kissed.

We went out into her backyard again, still naked, drank some more, and chatted here and there. We kissed here and there while learning about each other some more. She asked about home life for the wife and me. I explained that she’s taking the meds that she’s not supposed to mix with drinks, but she does anyway and this passing out thing is quite common for her.

Sarah said, “I planned this party out and between her and that one guy, mostly her, it’s ruined.”

“Were you expecting some kind of orgy, or is this just a happy alternative?”

“The sex wasn’t planned, though I was hoping for something, but not with you. I’ve been wanting to experiment with a woman and Hilda is single. But I’m mad at your wife for how she treats you and for ruining this get together.”

I nodded my head. “Thank you, it is nice to hear that.”

We kissed again and went back inside. My dick was hard once again, we were still naked. Once the door was closed, our bodies were pressed against each other, and her hand wrapped around my cock. I suggested the den again, and she said “No, I have a better idea.” with a smile. She leads me to the room my wife was passed out in. We stripped my wife naked. Sarah looked on, smiling, “You’re right, she can sleep through anything.”

I laid down next to the wife and Sarah climbed up on top of me and I entered her again. We fucked like that, slowly at first, us kissing each other while grabbing and touching the wife. I even said to Sarah “That’s even how she acts during sex.”

Sarah laughed and said “Really?”

I replied, “I don’t remember, it’s been a long time.”

We both laughed and then we both came, me inside of my wife’s boss, again.

We laid there, resting again. I stood up and Sarah turned her head to my passed out wife, kissed her lips, and said “I have your husband’s cum inside of me.”

We went to the den, grabbed our clothes, and talked for another hour or so before we heard the door open and my wife walking across the house.

She asked why her clothes were off, and I said that I did that to make her more comfortable. She got a scared look for a moment and asked “It was just you?” and I answered “You passed out and everyone left. We’ve been up waiting on you to sleep this off.”

She nodded and said “Let me get my shoes and we can leave.” and walked back to the guest bedroom.

Sarah and I kissed once more, we exchanged phone numbers and she said “I’m taking Thursday off, do the same.”

Monday I got some naughty pics from Sarah, as well as some dirty texts from her. Most of the day was like that. I was feeling good, that good you feel when you first start a new relationship. Sarah and I were about the same age, so it’s not like we were in some strange cross-generational relationship or something. She had told me that there was some fall out from the party, that my wife seemed to have lost all her friends at work. Apparently, bitching about other sex mex porno people, acting miserable, and drinking as much as you can doesn’t win you friends. This had the bonus effect of her coming home and going straight to bed.

Tuesday night I was coming home from work when I got a text from Sarah, not a naughty text like I had been getting, but a serious one. The wife had been getting hell for being an alcoholic and not one of the fun ones. Rumors around the office spread faster than wildfires, apparently. Then I got a text from the wife telling me that I was on my own for dinner, that she was going straight to bed once she got home from work, and to leave her “the fuck alone”.

I told Sarah about that text. She asked what I was going to do and I said that I was going to hit a drive-thru, probably.

About six or so, the wife was in bed. I hadn’t actually heard her voice since the weekend, and further, that was typical. I was more of a roommate at this point than a husband. This is why I was spending so much time with Sarah. Why spend my time with someone who doesn’t want to spend any time with anyone, including me? I sent the wife a text that I was going out for dinner. The reply was “Don’t care”. I drove the short distance to Sarah’s place. We got into my car and we kissed. We went through the drive-thru and parked in a quiet little park not that far away. We were the only cars there. We ate, talked, laughed, and when finished I bent Sarah over the hood of the car, pulled down her pants, and we had a quickie that ended with me cumming inside of her.

I dropped her off, we kissed, and she reminded me about Thursday.

Right before 11 am, Thursday morning, I was off, I told my boss that I had a stomach bug or something, said the same to the wife. Sarah knocked on the door. I invited her in, closed the door, and kissed her instantly.

We had some sodas and chatted about recent events. She said “I was on the fence about your wife before last week. Now, after knowing how she treats you and having to deal with her and listen to her bitching, I think I hate her now.”

I said, “Honestly, I am happier when she isn’t here.”

We laughed, kissed, undressed and I took her to the bedroom. She made sure to grab her cellphone, and she told me to make sure mine was with me. I told her it was still on the nightstand.

She was blowing me when I called my wife to tell her that I was feeling great. She said she couldn’t talk long, that she was busy. That was fine with me. We hung up and I said, “Damn, that was hot.” Sarah said “Yes it fucking was.” as soon as she released my dick from her mouth.

I laid Sarah down in the bed, on my wife’s side, got between her legs, slowly side my dick into her, and raise her ankles into the air. Sarah reached over on the bed and grabbed her cellphone. She called my wife for the sheer purpose of micromanaging her while I fucked her. She ended the call by asking “I’m having another get-together Saturday night, do you think you and your husband can make it?”

Once she hung up the phone I started fucking her harder and faster. We came at the same time, me inside of her again.

We laid in bed for the next hour or so, laughing and talking before getting dressed and she left.

The wife got home, told me of yet another get together at her boss’s house. I suggested that it would be nice if we got the drinks this time. Friday was Sarah and I texting each other and sharing naughty pics.

Saturday night came. We hit the liquor store first and picked up the drinks that I knew my wife both liked and would hit her the hardest. We got to Sarah’s house, but it was just us. Sarah explained that Hilda didn’t have time to get a babysitter, one couple didn’t want anything to do with Sarah outside of work and the other couple had plans (Sarah waited to ask everyone stranded teens porno else so they would say no).

There were no games this time, just talking, drinking, and snacking. The wife mentioned feeling drunk. Sarah just said, “If so, you can crash in the bedroom.” I said “Yeah, I’m not fit to drive at the moment.” and opened another beer.

We were in the dining room, the wife was drunk, but not passing out drunk. Sarah showed us her tits a couple of times, something that I was very happy to see. She then said, gesturing to my wife, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“No.” The wife protested.

I was standing behind her, I reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled straight up, exposing her bra and cleavage.

The wife was angry, she got up out of her chair, but was so drunk she nearly fell over, pulled her shirt down, and started to yell at me. Sarah put an end to it, saying that there was no yelling in her house and for her to calm down and have another drink. Something that my wife was more than happy to do.

I moved closer to apologize to her, saying that it wasn’t intended. Sarah got behind the wife and that is when I moved my hand to her pants and unfastened them. She tried to fight me, but that is when Sarah joined in and grabbed her hand.

The wife protested as we stripped her naked and lead her back to the guest room. Once we were in the room, the door was closed and Sarah and I both stripped together.

The wife laid there, on her back, just said “Get it over with you asshole.” as she looked at me. Sarah stepped up first and parted the wife’s legs “You ruined my party, bitch.” and proceeded to eat out my wife while I watched. I walked to the other side of the bed and forced my dick into my wife’s mouth “It’s been a while since you’ve done your wifely duties.”

I pulled out of her mouth and walked over to behind Sarah, who was still on her knees licking my wife’s pussy. I entered into Sarah and fucked her while being watched by the wife. I pulled out of her and walked back to my wife, forcing her mouth open and putting my dick back in, “Here, clean your boss off my dick.” and face fucked her again.

Once I was done with that I moved Sarah out of my way and placed my cock at my wife’s pussy lips. Sarah watched as I forced my way into my wife. The wife screamed as I entered her and demanded I stop it. I said to Sarah, “She used to love this.” I got in and began to pound her as Sarah watched. “I can’t believe she doesn’t want this constantly.”

“You better fucking enjoy it.” my wife said before she began to moan and say “Yeah, like that…”

Sarah left my side and straddled my wife’s face “Here,” Sarah said, “I think you owe me some attention.” as she lowered herself down.

I moved forward and kissed Sarah right before she started to moan and say “She’s hitting the right spots… just needs some practice.”

We kissed one more time as Sarah became to cum, as did my wife. I pulled out and told Sarah to lay down. She did with her head towards me. I grabbed my dick, held it over Sarah’s breasts, and came over them.

The wife got up and watched, unbelieving of what she just saw. I grabbed her by the back of the head, lowered her head to Sarah’s chest, and told her to lick up every last drop. She obeyed.

The wife finished and Sarah forcefully kissed her. I watched as my wife slowly stood up, walked for the door, and dropped to the floor. She was completely passed out.

“You could have waited,” Sarah said, “Until she had passed out.”

I said “That would have been too easy. I wanted her to see what we did to her.”

“That was hot,” Sarah said and kissed me. “I really don’t like her, but being with you is great,” she said with a smile.

Eventually, we got the wife up, got her dressed, and dragged her to the car. It wasn’t a long ride home. I was able to get her up to the apartment and into bed.

The next morning I woke up to my wife with an ice pack on her forehead and the words I didn’t want to deal with: “We need to talk about last night you son of a bitch.”

Wish me luck everyone…

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This story happened a long time ago.

Irene at the time must have been around 40, 42 years, widow, had just moved into the apartment next door. Mother of a couple, the eldest boy and the girl with her 18 years.

At first I did not pay much attention to her, always talked about serious matters, had conservative positions with which my parents agreed.

But time passed, more than a year, she became a friend of the family. And little by little, that fake blonde with a round face, medium breasts and a big ass, proved to be more immoral than I imagined. I began to notice a double meaning in what she was talking about, referring to other men in the neighborhood.

I don’t know if she missed her husband or if just showed that she wasn’t so conservative. Two women of opposing opinions living in the same body. One recriminating the modern attitudes of young people and the other showing herself to be naughtier than I imagined.

At least it was a vision that I came to have after a while.

By this time I discovered that Irene had a haircutting ability, my mom started cutting with her, it was comfortable, easy, it did not take long and she offered to the cut of the hair of the men too.

“I’m not very good, but if they want, I’ll cut too.”

We accepted, she was not as skilled as the professionals, it took longer than usual, but the comfort and ease made the men of my family use their services.

It was then that I began to realize and desire that woman in her 40s, she was not the most beautiful, but still Irene began to look more than like a neighbor to me. Although though I was dating Emily at the time, there were complicated sexual issues due to my girlfriend’s conservative education. There was little or almost nothing but some caresses inside the car. Even though Emily was a college friend, she did not want to offend her parents. Catholic education stuff.

Irene seemed to have a repressed will and that at certain moments appeared in sentences of double meaning, full of possibilities, desires. She didn’t have a boyfriend, she didn’t look sexy. And her dubious way made my imagination dream of how she would be in bed.

We stayed in this for a while, of course I didn’t have the courage to try anything. Even so I started masturbating thinking about that mature woman, there were others, but she was occupying an increasing space in the lonely and perverted world of my instincts.

I guess the same is true of women, or not?

One Friday when I was going to date Emily, I opened the door of the apartment and saw And I saw Irene coming out. She was in a bright blue dress that defined her body, for the first time I saw her sensual legs.

She was a kind of woman who changed completely without much effort. All she had to do was change her hairstyle, some make-up and wear more extravagant clothes. And that made her more than interesting and sensual.

” Hi!”

“Hello!”

“Goes to where? Going to dating the Emily?”

“Yes, we’re going to see a movie.”

We went out talking while I admired his shapes with that tight dress, carefully so as not to draw attention. When she asked me…

“You could leave me near the third avenue?”

“Yeah, of sure.”

“I’m late, Bobby went to college and I was without my car.”

“No problem, I’ll take mrs.”

I turned my attention to traffic and also to Irene’s thighs, although in ankara escort the darkness of the car I imagined more than I could see her legs. One hour, when I move my hand, it goes against your thighs… Was not it my intention I swear or not? But it is fact that I see in your face a smile from those who understood a message.

When I stop at a sign, I keep my hand on the gearbox of the vehicle and it was then that, without saying a word, she put her hand on mine. My heart shoots, I didn’t expect such a shameless reaction, especially when I was going to meet with the Emily. We smiled, we crossed our fingers until the moment the green light appeared. Too bad it didn’t take long. Soon after we arrived at the avenue where Irene would stay.

I stop the car, she opens the door:

“Thank you, Júlio.”

“Whenever need it…”

She looks, a bright look, and again a surprise… she arrives and kisses me on the cheek. We say nothing, the gesture said everything.

…

Although we met in the days that followed, there was always someone around. There was no chance for us to talk. Even because Irene behaved as if nothing had happened.

Only that days later another opportunity arises, coincidence or not, there she was leaving home and I was going to see another movie, it was the beginning of a Saturday night. This time I went alone, I was fight with Emily. Once again, Irene was wearing an outfit, which highlighted her shapes, and this time a red set, with a very tight skirt, even more stimulating than the previous one.

“Going out?”

“I’m going to see another movie.”

“Going with your girlfriend?”

“No, I go alone.”

“Are you two fighting?”

“I shake my head and she smiles.”

“Do you want a ride, Mrs Irene?”

I still spoke respectfully to her that way.

“I want to, I’m out of a car again, could you drop me off at Starbucks?”

It comes to mind the other night. I try to control the affection I feel for her, I feel a tremor in the middle of my groin. Even though I don’t want my dick start hardening.

“For sure.”

I drive trying to control myself, I talk about other subjects, but she insists on talking about my relationship with Emily. Irene say I was lucky to have her as my girlfriend. That I need to be careful with the dignity and decency of the girl. I keep hearing this going to the place she indicated. And suddenly, when it seemed that the conversation would end there comes an unexpected question:

“Are you really going to see a film?”

“Yes, why?”

“”Would not you rather go out with someone than be alone in a movie theater?”

“Yes, but not with Emily, I will not call her today.”

“Then…”

She speaks by changing positions.

“Why do not you invite me?”

“Where, where do you mrs want to go?”

…

I open the door, Irene enters with a curious look.

“It’s been a while since I don’t come in one of those. I came when my husband was alive.”

“Mrs came with him?”

“Who said it was just him?”

She laughs at what says, opens a mischievous smile and sits on the round bed crossing her legs, I admire her legs now are the knees that stand out..

“I Want a drink. See if have vodka.”

I examine and find a bottle, fill a glass.

“Put ice, a pity that has no lemon.”

I deliver she sips half a glass.

“Drink you, escort ankara too. It’s good to relax.”

She lies in bed, leaning on her elbows.

“Take off my shoes, please.”

I kneel in front of her, secure her ankle and pull out a shoe. She passes the chest of foot on my face, I feel my dick acquiring life.

“Serve more, I want a crazy night, I do not want to remember anything.”

I fill the cup again… she drinks almost everything… I drink from the same glass what little is left. Her eyes shine and the swelling in my waist no longer hides.

I stand up, show myself and she laughs. Sassy, Irene extends her arm and the hand holds the hard limb between my legs.

“It’s good to see a man like that, to leave a ‘man’ like that. Even more you.”

She runs her hand down my thigh.

“Come… take off my pantie.”

I kneel again, she still leaning on the bed by the elbows. Irene helps pull on her skirt so my hands can come in and know the soft flesh of her thighs, opens more and my hands sink into that new world that are her legs.

I reach the pantie, notice by the touch that is lacy and minimal. I squeeze her waist with both hands, she gives a soft moan, a squeal…

“You, you can not do this to her…”

I make face who do not understand.

“Emily! You can not with her.”

I pass the palm of my hand over the panties, in a caress, until I reach the hairs mixed with the lacy fabric. I feel the heat that begins to sprout.

“She is a virgin, isn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“You need to respect…”

Her speech is weepy, dragged, which makes me hornier. I feel the stick growing inside my pants, it even bothers me, but it only increases my will.

“Men need, we know, but not who you’re getting married with, you see?”

I pass my hand between your legs. I slide my fingers through the thick thread that turns the black lace panties, I feel even more her hair, I feel the warm humidity that sprouts from it.

“Why?”

“Because the woman, the girl, must preserve herself for marriage.”

“Things have changed, times are different.” And the Emily is no longer a girl, she is already a woman.”

“But you can not!” You must respect her, you must… Aahhnn!!”

I start to stick my fingers in the middle of my neighbor’s warm, wet lips so worried about my girlfriend. More and more daring I begin to savor her intimacy of mature woman, naughty female.

“Ahhh!! Respect the parents of Emily.”

“We didn’t have sex, but already it has rolled a climate.”

“You Play? Did you touch the girl?”

I say yes and my fingers get wet in Irene’s sweet, warm cunt.

“You can not.”

“And how do i do it?”

“You do it with another, there’s so many… others.”

She definitely pulls her skirt up to her waist, lies down completely on the bed her eyes are on the mirrored ceiling of the room, I remove the black panties.

“You can choose… there are so many women willing…”

Skillful she turns enough to open the zipper. I pull the skirt, it’s beautiful the vision of her naked body. I admire your pussy, hide my fingers in your hair, she lifts her body.

“I don’t like to do with any woman, I prefer… I prefer to meet the person. Even more in these times, all these diseases… the AIDS.”

She laughs, her hand finds mine in the middle of the pussy, intertwined her fingers ankara escort bayan together with her hair, she guides me towards the entrance of the fleshy lips.

“So there’s not so many…”

“Yes, and how do I do it? I need to find someone who can help me.”

“Maybe someone more discreet who knows how to relieve a man.”

My fingers sink, the wet pussy helps my action massaging inside, knowing your intimacy. Your hand seeks my that now tightens your waist.

“Aanhhh!! MMmmm!!”

She covers her mouth with her other hand, to drown the moans, I stick two fingers in the middle of her meat in search of her pleasure. She raises her legs. Irene’s lovely hairy vagina shows herself. I admire her bent and shiny lips, her knees are bent until she crosses her legs at my waist, like a hug.

His moaning grows.

“Uunhhh!! Uuhhh!!”

The hands close by grabbing the satin from the bed sheet.

“Eat me, please please!! Do this to me, fuck… me.”

She laughs, she cries… shakes her head like crazy still holding the sheet.

“Fuck me, aannhh… before I…”

I stop, in total desperation. Unbuttoning my pants, taking off my blouse. My hard dick swings, which makes Irene laugh satisfied… anxious.

I grab, pull my neighbor bitch, the cock sinks into that nice hole she has between her legs. My dick goes deeper and deeper into this indecent woman who is Irene. I sink into her hot and humid world. I hit, thromble my body into her body, I make Irene suffer, groan, scream at the rhythm in which our bodies collide. In a rhythm more and more frenetic, crazy.

“Uhhhhh!! Uhhhh!! Mmmmmm!!”

Irene moans, screams loudly…

“You fucking hottie, you naughty boy, that’s what you need, do it to me, just with me…”

I change a little position and hold Irene by the hips, half of her body is in the air. Her open legs hug me by the waist, her hands wrinkling the sheet. And our bodies beating, making a deaf noise… dry… rhythmic…

“AAAnnhh!! AAAAnnnhhhh!! AAAnnnhhhh!!”

I throw all my cream in your the hot pussy. Sweet pussy of that crazy insane, my neighbor moralist.

“You fucker, you did not wait for me… you came before me…”

I lie down beside her and see Irene touches herself with the frantic fingers that open and enter the skins and the hair of the pussy from where my cream drains. Irene spins, screams and moans, groans shamelessly in front of me, looking into my eyes. Her movements become even more intense, crazy – the glittering look. She gives me orders:

“Kiss me… suck me…”

Irene asks me crying, I stick my tongue in her mouth and feel the heat and tension she is in. She explodes like a volcano … her crazy fingers work the pussy – she screams, howls inside my mouth …Your body trembles as our tongues cling inside your mouth. Little by little we separate go… She puts her head on my shoulder, breathing hard… sweaty… wet…

It takes a while for her to speak…

“God!! It’s been a while since the last time.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“When you to need… call me, who knows from time to time we meet, and so you preserve Emily.”

I do not know why so much concern about Emily, but surely with her I would not do that, not now, I agree with the head.

“Wow…”

She sits down on the bed.

“I need a shower.”

We did it again that night, time flies more than expected, but from then on, Irene became a source of ‘relief’ for my fantasies and certainly hers. But this did not change the behavior and speeches of this moralistic woman who was Irene, the naughty neighbor.

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1. The Funeral

The sky was grey, dull, depressing. It always was on these occasions. Harry Price stood tall and stiff in the miserable, damp, cold of the November day. His mood was as bleak as the weather. They were burying his father. A miserable old man who’d only had eyes for his elder daughter, Margaret Lever, nee Price. Stood beside their brother, Simon, swathed in an all enveloping overcoat, she cut a commanding figure. The priest donned on, reading from the old prayer book with as much feeling as if he was reciting a railway timetable. Harry looked at his younger sister, Carol, but her features were indistinguishable behind the heavy black veil. She ought to be crying for joy thought Harry. Apart from the grave digger and the two employees of the funeral parlour some distance away, they were the only figures around the box. None of the grand children, nor any of the cousins had bothered to turn up. It was a forlorn, desolate, pathetic affair. Harry had had to ask the grave digger to act as pall bearer.

The priest finished and both Carol and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, they could leave this depressing scene. They parted from Simon and Margaret after a desultory sprinkling of insincere platitudes. Neither pair wanted the company of the other, but neither wanted to be seen to be anything other than a loving family. They made their excuses and parted. They would see each other again soon enough. The will was being read that afternoon. Simon had seen no point in messing about. If there was any money coming his way, he wanted it as soon as possible. His lecturer’s pay never stretched far enough. After passing a pub lunch in total silence, Carol and Harry made their way to the solicitor’s office. It was like the funeral itself, instead of a priest droning out the service for the dead, this time there was a solicitor droning out the platitudes of father’s will. Both Harry and Carol sat lost in their memories, wishing that the old legal eagle would get on with it. Harry was bored, he knew he wasn’t going to get anything. Carol had had an attack of conscience all morning and Simon and Margaret couldn’t wait to get their hands on the loot.

Carol had been divorced some time ago and had spent the last three years living with father. The old man had become demanding and tyrannical. Before she realised it, he’d turned her into a skivvy and a drudge. The old man’s unpleasantness had served to bring Harry and his sister together in adversity, even closer than when they were children. After his divorce, Harry had gone to live in digs with a one-bar electric fire and a grasping old land lady. He’d helped Carol out with the old man over the last couple of years, and as the demands made by the old man escalated so he increased his contribution. Father had been so obnoxious that even the land lady had been preferable to living with the old man. But in the end he’d moved in. He had to. It had just got too much for Carol, she’d been close to a nervous breakdown. He knew it was down to him. There wouldn’t be any help from Margaret and Simon. They had families and couldn’t spare the time. In fact they had so little time that they never showed their faces from one month to the next. They never tired of pointing out that Harry and Carol were single and could be responsible for the old despot.

Harry had been able to take over the more onerous duties like carrying the old man back and forth to the loo. Carol had finally been able to get some time on her own. They took turns to see to the old man at night so that each could get some rest. The old man’s tyranny brought brother and sister closer together than they’d been since childhood. Not that they’d ever been estranged. Marriage had pulled them apart, but only temporarily. Now that they were both divorced and once more subject to the old man’s oppression, they rediscovered in each other what it was they had liked and loved as childhood siblings. Carol had been able to indulge her love of ballroom dancing as the load was lightened and her brother stood up to the old man and curbed his demands.

“You won’t be going anywhere, Carol my girl!” said the old man one night not long after Harry had moved in. “Dancing at your age! Sheer vanity! Bodily pride and lust! That’s all it is! Look at you. Mutton dressed up as lamb! Act your age woman. You’re a fat middle aged . . .” The old man didn’t finish his diatribe.

Harry looked up from his newspaper. He looked at his father and quietly said, “Shut up dad. If Carol wants to go dancing then she will go dancing.”

“Who do you think you are to tell ME to shut up?!” retorted the old man, meeting this flank attack with his usual vigour and aggression.

“Your son.” replied Harry without raising his voice. “You will keep your absurd and insulting thoughts to yourself. In case you’d forgotten, Carol is your daughter.”

“Aye, and she’ll no mind some plain speaking from her father!”

“’Not plain speaking, dad. Just insufferable rudeness.”

“How dare you speak to me like that! Show some respect!”

“Respect has to be earned, and you’ve not earned any in a long, long time dad. Your account’s in the red.”

“Well ankara escort if you’ve no respect, laddie, why do ye hang around? Just waiting for the share out after I pass on!”

Harry sighed, “No dad, I hang around to protect Carol from you. I don’t need or want your money. As far as I’m concerned you can take it with you!” The old curmudgeon was getting to him – as usual his patience wore thin very quickly when tested by his father’s malice.

“Aye, well ye can pack your bags and go if that’s all there is to it.” said the old man airily.

“If I go, Carol goes.” said Harry through clenched teeth. “In fact we’ll both be going out tonight, so you can chew it over. Make your decision father. Make and effort to be pleasant and we’ll both stay, or we’re both off.”

“How could you both go!” shouted the old man, suddenly afraid, “You’ve nae money.”

“Enough, father, more than enough!” smiled Harry with a malicious smile of his own.

“Then I’ll charge ye rent!” countered the old man in desperation.

“Then we’re certain to go. And if we both go, you’ll have to hire a nurse! That’ll make a pretty dent in that fortune you’re always bragging about.” With that parting shot, Harry left the old man in an apoplectic rage to join Carol in the hall. “Can I tag along Sis? I don’t think I can stand the old bugger tonight.”

“Course you can, Harry, don’t be silly. It’ll be wonderful to go dancing together. You were always my favourite partner.” she said excitedly, and skipped just like a school girl. “Will he be alright?” she added anxiously, not really wanting to hear anything untoward.

“Oh yes, the old man is as strong as a horse.” She smiled, relieved.

Harry’s Diary.

Big bust up with the old man tonight. Told him where he can get off. Threatened to take Carol away. Left him spitting teeth! Ha! About bloody time too! Went dancing with Sis. Bit rusty, but it soon came back to me with a bit of help from Carol. I have to record it here, I can’t say it anywhere else, but Sis is a very attractive woman. Five foot six, an hour glass figure, and very shapely pins. Dancer’s legs! Strong, well muscled! God, but I enjoyed writing that. Gave me an opportunity to savour the picture of her in my mind. Naughty! I mean, Carol was always Sis. I mean you’re just not supposed to think like that about sisters! But then I always did think about her like that! Tonight on the dance floor with the lights down low, I remembered how it used to be when we were teenagers and I have to admit I was turned on. The brush of her breasts (and what a pair! To coin a phrase, Fucking A!) against my chest, the press of her arm on mine, her scent, her own smell, my God, but it was heady stuff! The brush of her thighs against mine! Old Percy hasn’t been so aroused for years. Maybe its just the abstinence since Pam and I split up. No, it certainly isn’t that. I had lots of abstinence before Pam and I split up!. Most disturbing. I must stop thinking about her. But as an afterthought, I have to record that it will be difficult if not impossible.

But Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Sis. That night, for the first time in a long time, he masturbated. And the first time since he’d been a callow teenager, he masturbated with the image of his sister in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to change it, the image of Carol stayed firmed fixed in his mind’s eye. He tried to replace her image with his ideal woman. A composite made up of the best bits of all the women he’d known and all those he would have liked to have known. He’d tried to substitute Mrs Chaudri, a voluptuous Indian lady whose accounts were proving so profitable. Then he tried Midge Watson, Deirdre Porter and Cathy Bates. But it was no good, Carol kept her place in his imagination, her sweet oval face framed by the luxuriant wavy brown hair, her full breasts, those round thighs and those wide ample hips and loins. In the end, Harry gave in and luxuriated in his imagination. The climax was shattering, he’d experienced nothing like for years. Later, unable to sleep, Harry padded off to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea that he spiked with a generous tot of whisky to calm down.

“Couldn’t you sleep Harry.” said Carol quietly as she came into the kitchen. She looked at her brother affectionately. Since he’d moved in, he’d made life bearable. Now she could and did go out. Now she had somebody to speak up for her. She didn’t have to take the old man’s crap any more.

“No, kept tossing and turning. Couldn’t settle at all. What about cup of tea?”

“Yes please.” said Carol and sat down while Harry got up and made another cup of Earl Grey tea. “I heard you get up, so I thought I’d join you.”

Harry placed the mug of hot steaming tea in front of his sister. “Ciggie?” asked Harry shaking out a couple of Marlboroughs.

“Cheers.” She put her hand on his as he applied the flame to the end of the cigarette. It was supposed to steady the flame, but all it did was to send such a frisson of excitement through them both.

They sat in silence, sipping their tea and taking the occasional drag from their cigarettes. “Did you really mean what you said this escort ankara evening?” asked Carol suddenly, breaking into Harry’s thoughts. They weren’t very profound, Harry would be the first to admit, but he had been enjoying them immensely. Carol’s salmon pink dressing gown wasn’t the most alluring garment in the world and she looked for the world like a sack of potatoes tied up with string, yet for Harry, she was the quintessence of earthy sensuality. He felt a stirring in his loins and couldn’t help himself from returning to his earlier thoughts.

“Oh, um, what do you mean?” he said, confused.

“About us leaving and living together.” said Carol who had found the idea appealing and yet disturbing at the same time. It had been on her mind all evening. It made her nervous and she hadn’t been able to sleep properly. And as if that wasn’t enough, dancing with her brother had been such an unexpected pleasure.

“Of course, sister dear, I wouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t meant it.” Harry said firmly. “We’ll do it properly, if you’re willing, joint ownership and two mortgages.”

“But I couldn’t afford a mortgage.” Carol said sadly.

“No, I’d pay the mortgage, but if its split between us we could get double tax relief!” Harry explained. “No point in paying more than we have to!” he chuckled. “Anyway, it’d serve the old curmudgeon if we did up sticks and set up on our own. He’s led you a dog’s life. The minute you say the word we’ll be off. We don’t need his money, I’ve got more than enough for the both of us.”

“What about dad?”

“What about dad?”

“Who’d look after him?”

“Maybe Margaret and Simon should take a turn!”

“I’d like to, I really would, but no matter how horrible he is, we can’t leave him just like that.” Carol sighed wistfully.

“I know.” said Harry, taking her hand in his. How small and delicate it was he thought and for the first time that evening, his guilty feelings were subsumed in a tide of pity and fraternal affection. “But, it wouldn’t do to let him know that. He was unsure enough to be angry and frightened tonight.”

They held hands across the table, quiet as they considered the implications of their bargain. “Whatever happens Harry, I shall always be grateful for what you’ve done since you moved in.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Harry said depreciatingly, blushing. “Its been a pleasure to look after you.”

“No, Harry, you’ve transformed my life.” she sniffed, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Hear, hear. What’s this. Don’t cry princess.” Harry shifted round the table to sit beside his sister and took her in his arms.

“You haven’t called me princess since we were teenagers.” she sniffed. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Carol snuggled up to her brother, reassured by his warmth and solidity.

That evening marked a watershed for all concerned. The old man changed his tactics completely, becoming a pathetic figure forever soliciting sympathy. He’d been frightened by the all-too-real threat of Harry and Carol packing their bags. His younger son had found and exploited his Achilles Heel with a ruthlessness which he would have admired if he’d not been the target. Moreover, the old man found that Carol was no longer susceptible to his tactics. Harry insulated her and she’d been more than content to let her brother rule the roost. Harry had taken command of the household in a way which was difficult for the old man to fully understand. He never seemed to exercise power and control, yet his word was law. For the first time since he was a boy, the old man found his life controlled and circumscribed and there seemed nothing he could do about it. Even the savoury thought of cutting Harry out of the will had turned to ashes when it dawned on him that his son really didn’t care about his money.

Once they’d started dancing, Harry and Carol made a regular thing of it. He never let his work get in the way of the Friday night dancing date with his sister. The Tango became a firm favourite with the both of them. They were happy and contented to play the game, enjoying the mutual sexual stimulation without having to say or do anything about it. They took a simple pleasure in each other’s company, rediscovering the things that had made them close as children. For both of them there was the privately acknowledged but unspoken undercurrent of sexual allure. At times they both felt like teenagers once more. There were the snatched glimpses of each other in the bathroom, the double entendres and most of all the laughs. They found that they preferred each other’s company and gradually, they did most things together, not only the dancing, but shopping, housework, gardening, and in the summer, swimming. On the face of it, it was a return to a time of innocence. These were the simple pleasures of two good friends, but beneath the surface there ran the undercurrent of forbidden sexuality which they both recognised and controlled by nightly masturbation. They were both skating on thin ice and they knew it. Yet it was fun spiced with a touch of danger, and they didn’t care.

The solicitor finished. Margaret and Simon had got the lot. The ankara escort bayan old man had had the last word. The money went to Margaret and the house to Simon. “When are you two moving out?” Simon said as soon as he heard the bequest.

“When we’ve found somewhere to go.” replied Harry somewhat wearily. It had been depressingly inevitable. What he couldn’t stand were the self satisfied smug smiles that Margaret and Simon sported. Carol sat silent and white faced, not trusting herself to speak. Harry took her by the elbow, “Come on Princess, lets go.”

But Simon hadn’t finished rubbing the salt into the wounds, “When can I come round and take an inventory of the contents?”

“When it’s convenient.” was Harry’s reply as he guided Carol out of the office. Poor girl, he thought, she must have expected something.

“Have you got a spare key, then?” persisted Simon. “I’d like to get on with it as soon as possible.”

“No.”

“Well, can I come back with you now?”

“No.” said Harry through clenched teeth. He was getting severely pissed off with brother Simon.

“Its my house you know!” Simon blurted out. “I got the right to . . .”

Harry stopped, turned and confronted Simon whom he topped by a good six inches. “Look you little insensitive creep, you may come when its convenient for us. And if you don’t shut up, I shall take up squatters’ rights and you’ll have to spend a pretty penny to get me out.” he said with quiet menace. Simon opened his mouth to speak but Harry stopped him by laying a hand on his shoulder, “Just remember, brother, you don’t have any pretty pennies. So just contain your greed and impatience. I assure you, Carol and I will be gone as soon as we can. We certainly don’t want to live in the old bugger’s house any longer than we have to.” With that, he turned on his heel, took Carol by the arm and was gone. The truth was that he’d already found a bungalow and it only needed Carol’s consent and they’d be off. In truth, Carol had been shocked by the reading of the will. Not by Simon’s behaviour, that was all too in character. No she’d continued to believe that the old man would have had a word for her, a memento, nothing special, just something as a keepsake. But no, there was nothing. Not even a mention. It hurt, it hurt like hell and she had gradually become angrier and angrier. How could he treat her like that, she’d been his nursemaid for nearly four years. “When we leave, I don’t want ever to come back.” she said to Harry the night before they were due to move. “I don’t ever want to see Simon or Margaret again.” Carol had made up her mind. That was it. No more. She closed the door on that part of her life with a determination and a finality that surprised Harry.

2. The Bungalow

The new house was in a small village on the other side of town. It was an old three bedroom bungalow and lay at the bottom of an unmetalled track off the main road. With half an acre of garden and an orchard, it was private, in fact positively secluded. Harry had made sure that the break was final as could be without moving to some other part of the country. A major move was out of the question, his accountancy practice had picked up over the last couple of years and he’d been able to put down more than half of the asking price. He couldn’t face starting all over again, he’d done it too many times before. Carol was quite surprised. “I never realised.” she said surprised when she learned the financial details of the transaction. “You really meant it when you said you didn’t need dad’s money.”

“Oh ye of little faith.” Harry laughed. “As you’re going to be the lady of the house shall I carry you across the threshold?”

Carol blushed, “You daft thing, you!”

“Come on woman, don’t muck about, I want a cup of tea!”

Carol’s Diary

Well dear diary, I haven’t written much this week at all. Harry and I have been so busy moving into the new bungalow. I must tell you about this bungalow. Its big. Three bedrooms, a lounge, kitchen-diner, laundry room garage, and a lovely big secluded garden. The only point I could quibble about is the single bathroom. Harry had the kitchen and bathroom done before we moved in. The kitchen is just a delight after you know who’s. Poggenpohl units finished in limed oak and all the cupboard space I could ever want. And the finish on the units. Just superb! New tiles on the floor. A new Neff double oven and hob, automatic Bosch washing machine and a dishwasher no less! Complete sets of new Le Creusot pots and pans, Sabatier knives, and Port Merion china ware. No expense spared! Harry insisted on a big separate shower in the bathroom. I think that has to be one of the things he most misses since his divorce. Since I’ve tried it, I must agree, it is a necessity. I’ll never give up my long soaks in the tub, but for everyday hygiene, you just can’t beat a good shower. We agreed that I should have the master bedroom, while Harry has the two smaller ones. We got a double bed and a suite of fitted wardrobes put in. I’ve never had such luxury. Harry sleeps in the box room and has set up his office, or as I call it, his lair, in the second bedroom. He has let me have my way with virtually all the decor and furnishings – we borrowed a bit extra to cover the costs of a completely new Parker Knoll suite of furniture for the lounge and the dining room. George never gave me such freedom! Stingy so-and-so!

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Note from the author:

First off once again I would like to thank all of you who have been following this series for your continued support; it is greatly appreciated. As for this chapter if you have not read 13 you may want to read it before this one so you are aware of what just happened to Mark and Megan. On another note this chapter is quite “story driven” a lot goes on here that will factor into the upcoming chapters so please keep that in mind. Once again thank you for support and I hope you will continue to enjoy this series.

I was sitting at the bar at Vinnie’s nursing one of the “cokes” that Jack had made for me hoping that it would sooth my nerves enough to get rid of that twisting feeling that I’d had in my stomach for the last few days. I knew this was the last thing I needed, that drinking was a big part of how things had gotten so bad in the first place, but what I really needed I couldn’t have. What I needed was my brother, to have him hold me, to feel him next to me, and to have him inside of me. I heard a clinking sound and realized that my hand was shaking, causing the ice cubes to rattle. Putting the drink down I glanced over and saw that Jack was busy. It was the lunch rush, and as always I was amazed at how many people had drinks then went back to work.

I put my arm on the table and rested my chin in my hand in an effort to keep my head up. I was totally exhausted and had barely been getting through the days, but when night came I couldn’t sleep worth a damn. That’s part of the reason I needed Mark. That and the fact I knew he needed me, that he wasn’t sleeping either and that he was scared. I don’t blame him because I was as well. I was scared for my brother, for both of us. Today was Wednesday, Dad had said he was going to decide what he was going to do by Friday and that there would be no discussing anything until then. What Dad was going to decide was whether or not he was going to allow my brother to continue to live with us.

By far these had been the longest four days of my life. The ride home itself had been awful a six hour ride where barely a word was spoken. Dad had made me sit in the front and mom was in the back with Mark. I stared out the window most of the time alternately crying and kicking myself for being the one who had gotten us into this mess. I couldn’t believe how ugly it had gotten, I had never seen either of my parents that upset.

A couple of times I risked a glance in the back seat to check on my brother. Poor Mark was sitting there looking off into space, but rather than the blank stare he would usually have I swear he looked like he was ready to cry. One time dad caught me looking and gave me a dirty look. The next time however he didn’t notice and I saw Mom reach over and take Mark’s hand. When my brother looked over at her she gave him a soft reassuring smile. At that Mark leaned his head over and put it on her shoulder. It was clear how much Mom cared for him. Not only was it touching but it gave me a glimpse of hope that mom would fight for my brother, as he had literally fought for her at uncles, and might be able to change Dad’s mind.

When we arrived home Mark started to pull the bags out of the car and Dad made a crack about maybe he shouldn’t bother unpacking. For the second time that day mom went off on dad yelling at him right there in the driveway telling him enough was enough. Mark had put his head down like a whipped dog and slowly headed for the house. I went to follow but dad told me to stay where I was. Once in the house Mark and I sat on the couch while mom and dad talked in the next room. Not giving a shit what my father would say at this point I held Mark’s hand and leaning over whispered in his ear that I was sorry.

Just then Mom and Dad came in and sat in the chairs opposite of us. Dad said that he felt there was something going on that his gut told him we were lying that we were “closer” than we should be. He then added that he realized that what he was accusing us of was a big deal and mom had said some things that made sense. But it was more than just that, he didn’t like how Mark had acted or had been acting and that he wasn’t sure if he should stay. Before I could say anything Dad put his hand up and said he needed to think about it and we would discuss it Friday night. In the mean time, for the next week, the two of us were to only leave the house to work, and the only time we could be together was if it was in the parlor or kitchen, and most importantly at night he wanted our doors unlocked that if he tried one and found it locked ever again he would tell Mark to leave then and there.

I was distraught and wanted to say something, but Mom had caught my eye and shook her head. Later on after Mark had gone upstairs and Dad to his den, Mom took me aside and said to just go along with what he said for the week and that she would work on him. No matter what just make sure neither of us broke the rules, especially Mark.

The last four nights were terrible, I lied there mofos porno unable to sleep knowing full well my brother couldn’t either and knowing we were only a room away from each other. When I did sleep I had nightmares, the ones that I hadn’t had in months. Last night I had heard Mark cry out in his sleep the way he used to when he had first come to stay with us. I had ached to go into his room, to hold him which of course would have led to having him.

In the end I just laid there in bed feeling terrible that my little brother needed his sister and I couldn’t be there. Dad had not been kidding. Not only had he replaced the door knob on Mark’s bathroom door, but put a new one on my side as well, they locked from the bedroom side and dad said he never wanted to find them unlocked.

Also true to his word I had heard him try my door several times at night sometimes more than once and from as early as 9pm right up to 3 am. Mark had mentioned at breakfast that dad had tried his as well. Mark had said this in Latin in front of dad and that had become the new rule; no speaking that “Cult shit” in front of him. No, Dad was convinced there was something going on, of course he was dead on, as a matter of fact I think my father would have a stroke if he knew some of the things we had done, including using their bed a couple of times.

After the first night I had smuggled in a small bottle of Captain Morgan and would add some to a can of coke every night to try to get myself to sleep. Last night at three am I had just decided to drink the last of it straight and then could barely get up for work. I couldn’t imagine what I would do if dad asked Mark to leave. At just the thought of Mark being thrown out I felt my eyes begin to fill. Mark had nowhere to go, he obviously had no family other than me, Krissy still lived at home and her father didn’t even like her seeing my brother after he had just about knocked that poor kids head off at the tournament last month. School wasn’t an option; because Mark lived in RI and his scholarship to PC didn’t include living on campus.

Even if he did find a place to go Mark would be in trouble, he needed his big sister as much as I needed him. Especially now, over the last couple of months Mark was changing, that suppressed rage was starting to show itself, and more often. His workouts were getting more intense as he tried to “wear himself out” as he put it. There was the incident at the tournament, a scene at a frat house that Krissy had told me about where my brother had almost gotten into a fight with two guys who he overheard talking about her tits, and of course popping my cousin last week. Hell at one point I had been afraid he was going to lose it on that terrible morning at the hotel.

The whole thing had been my fault. I couldn’t have left well enough alone. A fantastic night in a hotel with nothing to do but fuck my hot brother wasn’t enough. No I had to go and buy those damn bottles. Had we not been drinking we would have remembered to set the security latch. Hell we wouldn’t have needed the damn latch as there was no way we would have slept until 10:30 had we not been falling down drunk.

No I had fucked up badly and my brother might pay the price for his sister’s stupidity. As it was Mark, who in addition to being bombed out of his mind, and being fucked to the point of exhaustion by his horny big sister, had somehow had the prescience of mind to not only put on clothes but had managed to get his drunken brat of a sister dressed as well. The fact that he had was the only thing that had given us a chance to convince Dad we hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Had we been naked…

“Hey blue eyes you in there?”

“Hmmm?”

I looked up to see Jack standing in front of me.

“You okay beautiful?”

“Yeah, just tired.” I replied.

When I had come back to work on Monday Jack had presented me with a bouquet of flowers and what was either a sincere apology for our last night together or one hell of an act. He had told me that the next morning he had felt like a real prick for what he had said and would have called but knew we were away. Jack had asked about me giving him another chance saying that we could even go out to dinner somewhere first. I told him that was awfully nice of him that he would be willing to take me somewhere before fucking me, because that’s obviously all he wanted and I was done with that. Besides why would he want to be bothered with damaged goods?

Jack had done his best to look upset and said okay, but he hoped I would still hang out at the bar with him. Sad to say I had taken him up on that offer the last three days, lying about how long my shift was so I wouldn’t have to go right home and it gave me a chance to have a couple to calm my nerves. Since there were no classes I had been working everyday this week, which was a blessing as it kept me from going nuts in the house. Apparently Jack was still holding onto the idea he may have a chance as every time he moms girl porno spoke to me it was “Beautiful” or “Honey” or “Blue Eyes”. I have to say if things weren’t so bad I would be getting a kick out of him kissing my ass to get another shot to well, kiss my ass.

“I said yeah you look it.” Jack said as apparently I had wandered off again.

Tired wasn’t the word for it, I had been lucky to be getting three hours a night and that was with a little help from the bottle I had Betty pick up for me on Monday.

“Like I said trouble at home.” I said simply.

“Well hey you know Megan your folks think you’re working later.” He reached out and gently ran his fingers through my hair.

“Lunch is over, I can get Vinnie to let me off early and we could go back to my place.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Sure, you’re off, I can get off and then…”

“You’ll get off again and I’ll still have an hour and half to kill.” I told him pulling my face away from him.

Jack stared at me then shrugged.

“Yeah I guess I have that coming, just trying to give you what you need that’s all.”

Before I could give him another smart ass answer about him having no idea what a woman needs someone called for a drink and he wandered off. I sighed and looked at the drink. It was gone, I frowned, I really didn’t remember finishing it, then again Jack had been talking to me and I hadn’t heard him. I shook my head like he could give me what I needed. No there was only one person who had what I needed and at this point I was desperate for it, besides could it really get any worse? I was still wearing the white blouse, black mini skirt, and stockings that made up my uniform so I got up and went behind the bar and picking up the telephone called Mitch’s hoping someone would answer.

Mitch’s was a small seedy little bar that Mark had gotten a job bartending at just before Christmas. In typical backwards Rhode Island fashion you had to be twenty one to drink, but could serve liquor at 18. Not like that would have stopped Mark, who through someone at school had gotten a flawless fake ID. Mark worked there three nights a week, but because he was off from school Mitch had him helping remodel the second floor where there had been a fire a few months ago. Mark wasn’t overly handy but was strong as a bull, worked hard and Mitch who had been raised in foster homes himself had taken a liking to my brother.

I listened to the phone ringing on the other end, at this time of day Mitch’s was pretty dead and sometimes there was no one near the phone as they could all be upstairs. I could feel tears of frustration starting to burn in my eyes when Cynthia; a cute little redhead who also worked the bar there answered. I asked for my brother and was told he was upstairs with Mitch and they were pretty busy. I told her who I was and that it was an emergency.

That really wasn’t a lie at this point I thought as Cynthia told me to hold on. In the last four days Mark and I had barely seen each other, just at night if he wasn’t working and even then it had to be in the parlor or kitchen. Dad had been deliberately keeping us apart as much as possible, and I couldn’t take it anymore I had to be with him.

“Meg you okay?”

I practically sobbed in relief as I heard his voice. There was a part of me that told me I was being overly emotional at this point but I couldn’t help it.

“Mark can you leave work?”

“If I need to, what’s wrong?”

Behind his concern I could hear Mark’s own exhaustion in his voice. I don’t know how the hell he was doing it; even without sleeping he was doing two hour workouts in the morning and eight hours of construction after that.

“I’m not okay Mark. I need you to come get me.”

“Are you hurt? Did Jack say something, I’ll…?”

“No Mark I just… I need to see you little brother. The folks think I’m working til six so come spend some time with me.”

“I don’t know Meg I mean what if Doug goes by there or he calls or…”

“It’ll be okay Mark, trust me,” Yeah right I thought even as I said it. “Just come get me.”

“Look Sis I miss you too but,”

“Oh please little brother!” I cried into the phone finally losing control. “Please come get me! I need you Mark, I need my little brother,” I sobbed desperately before getting out. “Don’t you want to be with me?”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes Sis, just take it easy okay?”

“Oh I can’t wait to see you Mark!” I sounded pathetic but couldn’t help it. “I want you to hold me and…”

“Megan!”

“What little brother?”

“Don’t have any more to drink okay?”

I hung up the phone and sitting down grabbed a couple of napkins and after wiping my eyes, put my head down and took a few deep breaths to calm down. Mark was coming and everything would be okay even if it were just for a little while. What we were going to do I wasn’t sure yet but for all I knew It could be the last time we… I forced myself to stop thinking momsbangteens porno like that even if Mark had to leave it’s not like I wouldn’t see him. But how would we sleep? Who would be there when we needed someone? Who would make it okay? Mark had Krissy for now anyways, as something told me she was not going to deal with Mark’s growing darkness for much longer, but she wasn’t the same as his big sister. I had promised Mark when he came to live with us that I would protect him, look out for him.

The last few months however had been more like my little brother looking out for me. Even at the hotel it was Mark who had drawn most of Dad’s anger keeping him off of me. Then of course at the end when I melted down completely it was my brother who took care of me. I sighed I wanted another drink, but wasn’t going to ask Jack after I had just blown him off(,) plus Mark was right I’d had enough. Once again I let my head rest on my hand, and as I allowed my stinging eyes to close, my wired mind, for at least the hundredth time since it happened(,) replayed that morning in the hotel.

Sunday Morning.

“What the fuck is this?!?” Dad shouted coming into the room.

As I sat up terrified my heart pounding, a searing pain went through the middle of my head. I was speechless; the only thought going through my head was that we had never secured the latch.

“I asked a fucking question!”

Dad yelled even louder than before sending another stab of pain into my head. Turning towards the wall he looked for the light switch; despite the fact it was after 10:30 the heavy drapes and gloomy sky had kept the room dark. As Dad fumbled for the switch I reached out to the nightstand to try to grab the brandy bottle. My fingers just grazed it, as I went to stretch further dad hit the switch and started to turn back, wincing from the bright light I was able to push the bottle and it wobbled then mercifully fell behind the nightstand. If it made any noise it was drowned out by Dad’s yelling.

“Well is anyone going to answer me?!?”

Dad was rapidly approaching the bed, his face was red and his eyes were bulging dangerously. I had never seen him this angry.

“Dad please!” I started. “We were just…”

“Just what?”

“Doug listen,” Mark began.

Like me, my brother had also sat straight up in the bed pulling his arms away from me.

“You!” Dad pointed at Mark. “Get the fuck away from my daughter! Now!!”

Mark jumped off the bed as if he had been spring loaded. As he did he put his hands up.

“Doug look I know this looks bad…”

“Oh I know what it fucking looks like alright!”

Dad had reached the side of the bed where I was, but was staring straight at my bother. I sat up straighter and put my hand on his arm.

“Dad please we were watching TV and just fell asleep. We…”

I stopped as Dad pulled his arm away from me and looked down at me.

“Oh really? Then why is the damn remote still on top of the TV and not on the bed?”

“Doug…”

“Shut up Mark I’ll get to you in a minute.”

I was scared, really scared. I looked up at Dad; my eyes wide and already filling up with tears.

“Dad we just we…” I had nothing. I was too nervous to think. Finally I whispered. “We were just sleeping together.”

“Well I can see that Megan!”

“Well sometimes we have bad dreams,” It was partly the truth anyways. “And we get…”

“Oh please Megan.” Dad said waving his hand disgustedly.

“Dad it’s true, Mark…”

“Was all over you!” Dad shouted again. “I’m not an idiot Megan! If you were back to back or on opposite sides I’d think about it but that’s not what I saw Megan his hand was up your fucking shirt and your half fucking dressed!”

I looked down at the skimpy tank top that was tight enough to show I wasn’t wearing a bra and the shorts were cotton boy shorts barely more than panties, my brother hadn’t really been paying attention to what he had put on me, but thank god it had been something.

Looking up I saw dad had turned back to Mark who had come around to the foot of the bed so he was on my side but still a few steps away from dad. Mark was at least wearing a tank top and a regular pair of shorts, but you didn’t have to look too hard to see he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Dad what are you trying to say?” I asked. The truth of course, but we couldn’t admit it. Oh my god! I just kept thinking over and over.

Without looking at me Dad faced Mark and in a quiet tone that scared me more than his previous yelling asked;

“Mark?”

“Yes sir?”

“Are you fucking my daughter?”

“Dad!!!” I exclaimed. “What the hell are you talking about?” Desperation made it come out shrill enough to sound convincing or at least I hoped so.

“I’m not talking to you Megan.” Dad said once again in that chillingly calm tone. “Not yet

anyway.”

Turning back to Mark he took a step towards him.

“You didn’t answer me. Are you having sex with Megan Mark? You screwing around with my daughter you crazy little bastard?”

I didn’t like dad’s body language. My father was big guy and in his day not afraid to fight and he was pissed. Mark saw it too and had taken a nervous step backwards.

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