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The move to Los Angeles had been exhausting; but in a matter of weeks, Jake and Chelsea found their bearings and fell into an erratic yet pleasant routine. Jake had never worked so hard in his life. Scouting locations between meetings with casting directors, costume designers, two screenwriters, and a demanding cast, there was little time for anything else. His hours were long, and he learned more in a week than he had all semester back in college.

No matter how tired he was by the end of the day, it was always a source of pleasure coming home to Chelsea. That smile was something he looked forward to seeing every chance he got, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Jake loved his new job, but coming home to Chelsea was still the best part of his day.

While Jake was getting ready for film production, Chelsea had unpacked most of the boxes and added a woman’s touch to their new home. The two-bedroom condo suited the couple perfectly. The smaller bedroom was used as an office while they made themselves at home in the master. Each was supposed to fill their half of the walk-in closet, but Jake took one look at the number of blouses Chelsea had waiting to be hung and decided to give her more room. After all, finding enough space for her dresses and shoes in the same room was already a daunting task, and he was more than happy to have his minimalist wardrobe picking up the fragrance from hers.

Chelsea knew her son was trying his hardest to make the move easy for her, and she appreciated it more than she ever managed to put into words. It was something special to see him coming home late and tired and still managing to make her feel like the most precious thing in the world. When Chelsea found a job and came home after her first day, she walked in the door to the sight of wine, take-out, and flowers. Jake took her purse and replaced it with a glass of pinot noir. Anxious to hear how the first day had gone, he gave her a massage while she shared her enthusiasm beginning a job that was loads better than the one she had left.

It was a regular occurrence to see the couple taking walks together in the evenings. Chelsea quickly realized that it was the best way for her love to unwind and get work out of his system. Sometimes they walked together before dinner and shared the day’s news. Other times they had already downed a few drinks and were letting their hands roam at will in anticipation of what was to come as soon as they were through the front door.

Completely enamored with each other, they christened every surface of the condo with their juices. Jake had fucked his other half until her legs gave way bent over the kitchen sink. Picking her up and setting her trembling body on the kitchen counter, he tongued her clit until she came.

Chelsea thoroughly enjoyed and made a habit of riding Jake on their back patio. She loved synching up her dress and guiding him inside. Her hand covered his mouth as the heat from her body made him groan. She rocked her hips back and forth effortlessly while whispering seductive phrases into his ear. All the while, Jake could feel her freshly shaved pussy sliding along his pelvis.

“Shhh,” she whispered without losing her rhythm. “I want you to cum for me, baby.” Locking her mouth onto his in a passionate embrace, she stared into her son’s eyes watching his climax rise to the surface. His hands took hold of her hips and forced her own orgasm to follow. Together, they came time and again under the nighttime sky.

Jake felt his cock begin to stir when he checked his phone and saw a photo of Chelsea trying to decide what to wear for dinner that night. The choice was between a short and sexy black dress or tight black jeans, stilettos, and a leather jacket. She held up both outfits standing playfully in her underwear.

“Kathryn’s ready for you,” the assistant called from across her desk that was inscribed with Helix Productions and its logo across the front.

The pants, Jake was able to message back before putting the phone in his pocket. It didn’t matter that jeans were the more difficult option to take off of her. He would still manage to get them on the floor and fuck her like a wild animal before the night was through.

“Jake,” a tall and thin brunette shook his hand warmly inside her office. She shut the door and gestured for him to have a seat on the couch before doing the same. “It’s so nice to finally put a face with the name. I’ve heard nothing but good things about female agent porno you from Patrick. It’s impressive work you’re doing.”

“Thanks,” he said completely unsure where this was going but took the hint that compliments were going to be part of it. “It’s a great opportunity working with him.”

“You know, Patrick’s been making movies with Helix for nearly a decade now. The screenplays come our way, and he knows how to make them into something real.” She adjusted her position, and Jake was very aware that the low-cut opening of her blouse was now in clear eyesight. “I’m curious though. If you were the one in the director’s chair, what would you do different?”

It was an uncomfortable question. While it was true that his and Patrick’s perspectives were somewhat different from behind a camera, voicing too much too quickly might be seen as throwing his mentor under the bus and do more harm than good. But at the same time, Jake needed Helix Productions to know that he was capable of doing more if the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to keep the conversation light while talking about slight differences in lighting. By placing the cameras in different positions, it would give the scenes a more natural feel. Jake watched Kathryn’s calculated smile making sure not to deviate too far away from Patrick’s existing work.

“I was hoping someone would notice that,” Kathryn told him with a glimmer of satisfaction. “Patrick has a flair for the dramatic. He always aims for the dark shadows and makes everything look like Caravaggio paintings. It certainly works, but I do think less shadows and a little more warmth would increase the film’s appeal to a larger audience. And in this business, it’s all about sales.”

They talked together for nearly an hour discussing new ideas to give Helix’s films a greater appeal. Subtle changes here and there were all met with enthusiasm. Kathryn was an important person to know, and Jake was glad to be making a decent first impression.

“To be honest, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when I took you on board without ever meeting you,” she admitted. “Patrick did the hiring, and I had to trust his judgment which isn’t the easiest way of doing things. But I’m convinced he made the right choice. Your ideas won’t go overlooked here, and I think you can bring a lot to Helix. That’s why I’d like to keep you with us. We’ll keep you as an assistant director for three or four more films. After that, we’ll see if you’re ready to step up and take the big chair. What do you think?”

It was an offer Jake hadn’t expected to hear when he woke up that morning. Being an assistant director was already more than he had ever hoped for. But now, he had caught Kathryn’s eye and was already being groomed for bigger and better things. He happily agreed and watched as she casually put a hand on his thigh while discussing the details. Jake liked what he heard, but the hand that had started above his knee was rising considerably.

“Since we’ll be seeing much more of each other in the future,” she went on. “We should grab dinner tonight. I like getting to know fresh, young talent off the clock.”

“If it wasn’t already for the dinner my girlfriend and I have planned, I would take you up on your offer in a heartbeat.” Jake said smiling apologetically. “So dinner would only be dinner.”

“Everyone makes the move to LA with someone close,” Kathryn said letting her hand slide an inch higher. “But this is Hollywood. Relationships come and go like headlines.”

“Hopefully that won’t be the case with us,” Jake commented casually.

“Alright,” she acquiesced and moved her hand away. “But as soon as it goes south, I expect a phone call.”

Jake was rushing to be home at seven as promised. He had been forced to pull out the film’s storyboard after the screenwriters couldn’t give the lead actress a good reason why she had to get her hair wet for a scene that called for rain. He dropped his bag by the door and found Chelsea sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. Lounging in her panties and robe, she wasn’t ready for their night out which wasn’t like her. His arms reached around her, but she looked distant and didn’t respond.

“Are you okay, hun?” He asked unaccustomed to receiving such a cold greeting.

“I’m thinking the worst,” she finally said trying to keep her composure. “And I need you to explain this to me.”

She swallowed the last gizli cekim porno of her wine and walked across the room to their phone. Calling the answering machine, she watched Jake’s face and turned on the loudspeaker. Kathryn’s voice filled the silence instantly taking him by surprise.

“Hi Jake. It’s Kathryn. It was great meeting with you this afternoon, and I know you’ll go far with us. I’ll send the new contract over to the film site for you to look over and sign. Obviously, you can hand it back over dinner. But if that doesn’t work, we can arrange a time for you to stop by the office. Either way, we’ll be seeing each other again soon.”

“Over dinner?” Chelsea asked experiencing unseen agony at the realization that affairs might run in the family. “How long has this been going on?”

“I want you to look in my eyes and decide for yourself if I’m telling the truth,” he said standing before her and staring at the love of his life in all seriousness. “I’m not sleeping with her. I never have and never will.”

That was the answer Chelsea was hoping to hear, and there wasn’t a single sign of insincerity anywhere on Jake’s face. But at the same time, the woman’s voice had been equally confident that dinner and whatever else was going to happen. Chelsea rubbed her temples unsure what to believe.

“Why would she be so anxious to see you again if there’s nothing going on?”

Jake took a deep breath and decided honesty was the simplest solution. “She wants to have sex with me,” he confessed. “But I already told her that’s not going to happen. I’m not keeping us a secret and made it clear that I wasn’t interested, but she’s still persistent.”

Chelsea looked like she was on the verge of bursting into tears. Her worst suspicions had turned her world upside down, but hearing Jake explain things was enough to realize he wasn’t as secretive as the fictitious character she had created in her imagination. Without coming towards her, he held out his arms and waited for Chelsea to accept. She ran into them and held him tight.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Chelsea said feeling like a fool for ever comparing Jake with his father. She had thought the worst without waiting to hear his side of things. “I’m so sorry.”

“As long as you know I’m not cheating on you, there’s no harm done.”

“I know,” she told him instantly feeling comforted by her own words. The doubt that had swam through her mind only minutes ago had vanished, and in its place was clarity and the certainty that the man she loved wasn’t the sort to discard her so effortlessly.

Jake led the way to the couch and took a seat beside her. “What made you think it was a possibility even for a second?” He asked curiously.

Chelsea closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. “It’s just been crazy trying to make time for each other and working long hours. I guess I’ve been missing you more than I let on.”

“I know the feeling,” Jake admitted and kissed the top of her head. “That’s why I’ll be keeping my weekends free for us as part of the terms of my new contract. I know most of the other film crew feel the same way, so it should be an easy condition to get in writing.”

“You’d do that?” She asked feeling reminded of the reasons she loved him so much.

“Of course,” he responded as if it was common knowledge. “We finish filming in a month and a half. Once we don’t have to deal with actors anymore and it’s all video and editing, everyone is going to start taking weekends off anyway. All we have to do is get through a couple more weeks of these odd hours and then Friday nights all the way through Sunday will be entirely ours. It’ll be pretty close to how it was back in college, only this time we’ll be completely exhausted and still keep each other company every night during the week.”

“I can certainly live with that,” she smiled.

“So can I. But I do want you to know that even though Kathryn or someone else might come onto me, I’m never going to give you a reason to worry. I have eyes for you, and that doesn’t change.”

Chelsea took a deep breath and nodded in acknowledgement. She knew this was true, but it still didn’t help the fact that her son was surrounded by sexy, young actresses and other women half her age. It was a reality working in the movie business, and it required a level of trust that she certainly would never have given to Peter. But when it came to Jake, she gave it freely and knew glory hole secrets porno that it would never be taken for granted.

“I know we have plans tonight,” she said kissing his neck and flipping open a button. “But I really did make a big mistake and need to show you how much I love you.”

Unfastening his belt, she pulled the top of his pants open revealing the object of her desire. He was already hard. Throbbing and aching for release, it stood at attention as soon as the chance presented itself.

“You should’ve said something,” Chelsea said taking it in her hand and sliding her tongue around the tip. “You’ve only been home for a couple minutes and are already hard as a rock. I need you to tell me when you need a release.”

Jake let out a moan. “In that case, I should say something every hour. I’ve always loved that outfit on you. You know that.”

Chelsea plunged her mouth down on his cock making Jake close his eyes and groan with pleasure. Feeling him in the back of her throat, she stayed there as long as she could letting them both enjoy the feeling. Her mouth released him with a pop. And looking up with a smile, she dipped a hand inside her wet panties and pulled her head back as three fingers disappeared inside her. She pulled them out and made a grip around his cock coating it with her juices.

“It’s gentleman’s choice this evening,” she said while gently stroking his shaft back and forth. “There are lots of different holes to choose from. Which will it be?”

“I’ll take everything.”

She raised her eyebrows and grinned at the thought. “Are you sure you’re not biting off more than you can chew?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Jake laid her across the couch and kissed his way up her legs. Pulling her panties to the side, he reached out his tongue and tasted the deliciousness that always kept him coming back for more. His hands squeezed her thighs, and he closed his eyes feeling Chelsea’s body moving from side to side across his mouth. It was exactly what they both needed.

Jake had his way spoiling her with his tongue for a time before Chelsea pushed him off and took his cock back into her mouth. Her eyes remained fixed on his as she swallowed his member time and again. And when neither could take anymore, Jake pulled her lips to his and moaned as her body took a seat on his cock.

Thoroughly covered in wetness, her lace panties slid up and down the side of his shaft. Jake could feel his mother’s pelvis grinding against his as her pussy slide across his skin massaging her clit. He reached out a hand and used a thumb to rub it as she moved. The effect brought Chelsea over the edge, and she came dripping a trail across her lover’s body.

Chelsea’s breathing had become ragged, and she fell on Jake’s body. His shirt was moist with their sweat, and she could feel his muscles burning alive underneath the material. Giving the shirt a hard pull, she tore the buttons open as if still in the heat of the moment. Her lips came together, and she blew a cool wind across Jake’s chest. Between the feel of the scourging furnace between her legs and the ice-cold breeze from her mouth, Jake felt his senses going wild. He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of the muscles tightening and loosening around his cock.

As she pulled his cock out of her, a stream trickled out flowing down Jake’s side. She ran her hand along the mess before rubbing a soaked finger around the rim of her backdoor. Feeling his member being directed into her ass, Jake was consumed with pleasure and let out a moan. Chelsea started to move slowly and took deep breaths as she went. Rubbing her clit and gently lowering herself onto Jake’s body, she took her seat until there was nothing left. She continued rubbing her clit and savored the sensation of being stimulated on both ends.

Jake’s hand returned to her pussy, and he pushed two fingers deep inside. Chelsea let out a gasp as she began rocking back and forth against her lover’s hand with his cock still hidden away. Their speed increased. Jake was about to cum, and Chelsea was right behind him. Unable to hold on any longer, he let loose a stream that coated her insides. Chelsea gasped from sensory overload and came on the spot. Out of breath and unable to move, they kissed and held each other breathing deeply into the other’s mouths.

They still had a dinner reservation but decided to cancel. They could eat anywhere, but being together holding each other was what they wanted most. It had been a long day. They ordered takeout and reluctantly put on clothes long enough to answer the door. Making love once more before bed and waking to the feel of Jake helping himself to a 3AM snack between Chelsea’s enticing legs, the world was set right by morning.

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“I do”

It echoed around the open glade. Heavy with poignancy and emotion it escaped my lips. I could feel the red creep into my face, the heat in my ears. I turned my head, the collar of my shirt scraping against the short stubble that had grown since I shaved that morning. I looked at you and saw the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You were almost glowing with the fading afternoon light. The sun would set just as we kissed, our hands bound together, and we would be happily married. We would be newlywed. The warm breeze would be swirling around us. Your hair began to lift from your long slender neck, begging me to kiss your coral lips, and then trace my mouth down the curve. But we had guests, an audience. And so I leaned in as the sky turned its orange red of ending day, and the sparkles began to appear to the east.

You opened you mouth oh so slightly, teasing me as I kissed you perfect lips. I wanted to take you right then, lay you on the ground, and show you how much you mean to me. Let you scream my name into the stars you so love, with your legs wrapped around my back, and your nails clawing at my back. But instead I slowly stepped away, regret flickering in your eyes, reflected, I’m sure in my own. In that kiss we knew what we wanted, and shared it.

We stood like that for a while, until my father clapped me on my back, rudely breaking my eyes away from you star fire flecked eyes. Our hearts cried until I held you to me and we left the field, voices chorusing us as we left, wishing us so much luck. We knew we would see them all at the reception later, but right now I wanted to find some place away from the hustle and bustle of out own fairytale wedding.

Halfway down the trail to the waiting limo, and away from the fading voices. I chuckled and pull you into the thin brush surrounding the getaway path, and made my own. You pulled your dress up over your knees, bunching so much up that you couldn’t keep with me. So in the nature of chivalry, I picked you up, and swept you into my arms, letting you fend off the branches as I trekked through the forest. And finally we reached another clearing. Although this glade was smaller than out wedding “chapel,” it was far more comfortable. A brook ran along one side of a rocky hill face, hiding us along one side, and came from the waterfall crashing into a pool deep enough to swim in, hiding fake hospital porno us from that side, and on the third side, lay a steep slope. I whispered into your ear, letting you shudder with the words.

“Happy wedding night.”

I let you down, your long legs, encased in sheer with stocking exposed for a brief second before they were hidden under the length of your dress. Hold your dainty hand in mine, I walked us over to the large pavilion hidden in the shadows of the looming cliffs, the darkness hiding us from eyes, as only your ethereal glow of white and star shine displayed us, to the no one that was around us.

I parted the curtains, and led you in to our home for at least part of the night. The golden tassels of the silk opening twitched together behind us, and I tied them shut. The sheer royalty of the enclosure astounded you. The candelabras were dark until I lit them, each one brightening the room with impishly dancing flames. I led you to imperious bed, the biggest you’ve ever seen, the sheer luminescence of the silk sheets peeking out from underneath the velvet covers. All on the most ornament oak and brass frame. You gasped and laughed as I swept you up again and tossed you bodily on the crowning achievement of my wedding presents to you. You laughed and then squealed as I began to tickle you.

I felt so powerful, and so loved, and so wonderful as I ran my fingers, rough from work over your legs, unleashing them from their heels. And then tossing your dress over your head, I tackled and tickled along your legs. Teasing them, and you, until you kicked so petulantly at me. Pinning them down I reached up until I was hugging your hips and crooning an off key love song into your stomach, through a layer or two of cloth of course.

You laughed at me, taunting me as you slipped so gracefully out from under me. You slipped off the bed, and began to sway pulling at one sleeve, then the next, your princess gown unpeeling. You opened and slid from the body, letting it puddle at your feet. Wearing only your bra, white lace and full of your breasts, milky white with a warm overtone of the fire, your g string, a white version, of one of the ones I bought you all those years ago, and the sheer thigh highs, capped in their tight lace.

You tauntingly traced the outside of your tits, your nipples already fake taxi porno hard in the cool evening air. Finally fingertips touch the waistband of your sexy panties. And you ease them over your hips, slightly turning until I can watch the fabric slide of your ass, letting it join your bra and dress on the grass. Your shaven mound is only sometimes hidden in shadow as you walk toward me alluringly. Placing one foot on the tall bed, you begin to shimmy the stocking off. I can see your wetness glistening on your opening. Your red orchid is dim in the light but delectable nevertheless. I lean forward suddenly, and take your nipple into my mouth. Gasping you thrust your chest into me and arch your back, creating a concave shape that my hands nestle in perfectly. Pulling you onto me, I kiss your breast, and feel the heat of your body through my heavy dress clothes

You straddle my chest, your knees in my armpits, and untie my tie, drawing it around my collar. You lean forward and gently kiss my forehead. All the same time unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it over my head, even though it’s only half undone. You move your self closer to my mouth. I can smell you now, and flick my tongue out, tagging your clitoral hood, make you jump, and as you do I pull you up and on to my mouth. You lean back, giving my tongue more to make love to.

You unbuckle my belt, and unbutton my pants. You unzip my fly and reach inside, to grab hold of my throbbing, hot, muscle. You pull at it, letting the hot pre-cum stick to your fingers. You turn around, so that we lay in a sixty nine position. Your mouth hovering over my shaft, your tongue flittering on my head, and inside my foreskin, and my tongue, laving your wet pussy, sometimes skipping up to tease your tight rosebud. You moan, your mouth plunging to cover my hot cock. Your throat opens up to me, as you force your face closer and closer to my balls. Finally when your nose touches the smooth sack, you begin to rise up, almost sucking my hips up with you. My tongue stabs into you, causing you gasp and rotate your hips over my mouth, forcing my nose to push into your ass. You moan and begin to fuck my cock and my face.

I push your hips up, tossing onto the bed, whining you look at me with disbelief. Swinging over you, I push my cock into your tight wet cunt. Moaning you tilt your hips, and I slide family stroke porno deeper into you. My balls rest against the crack of your ass. I’ve split you open, your hands fly to your nipples, pinching them and pulling them up. One hand leaves its post to play with your clit. I rest my arms on either side of you, and with my body high above you, I slam into you. Moaning, you play harder, and again I slam. Harder and faster than we both know I can keep up with. You cum so strongly, your body jumping off the silk and satin sheets beneath you. My balls are now soaking in your juices, but still I hammer into you. My body is dripping sweat. And again you cum, and with slowing down, you cum again. Suddenly I drag you to the side of the bed, where I can stand up. I pick your legs up, and place them against my shoulders.

I begin to slowly push into you, hard and deep, but still slow. I’m powerfully in control. You gasp and scream, grabbing at the lustrous fabric around you. Your manicured fingernails tearing into the fabric. You past and gasp as I push into you, and you shudder as I flex, buried deep inside of my newly weds steamy wet pussy. I flip you over, pinning you on your stomach on the massive bed and continue to drill you. I can see you playing with your new ring. The diamonds and emeralds are catching the light of the fire and making your finger twinkle like stars beating to my fucking you. You cum again, and again, and I’m trying to keep in control, trying not to fill you yet. I’m hitting everything inside you, and you keep shaking, feeling my balls slap against your clit. You scream, and I feel you clamp so tightly against my dick that I can’t move. You just cum and cum, shaking, my cock not moving from its right place in its permanent home.

You gasp, and begin to beg me. Telling me how much you want me to cum inside of your pussy. You keep calling me master, and I spank you, and you squeal. I demand a new name. But you’re not paying attention; you are too busy covering my cock with your juices. I finally gasp one more time, and let loose with a torrent of cum. You scream, and shake, feeling it filling you. I keep pumping away though, letting it leak out of your cunny and letting it mix with your own cum. Grabbing your hand I pull you up to me, and I bend down to kiss you. My cum running down your legs, yours is drying on my shrinking cock. Our rings touch the others’ hand, and I kiss you, deeply our tongues imitating the act we have just finished, for now.

“I love you wife.” I croon in your ear, and only the darkness outside of haven can hear me but you. And you finally understand my new title…

“I love you too, “you whisper, “husband.”

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The first day passed uneventfully for everyone but Ryan. He had no more contact with Simone although he tried cornering her alone at every opportunity. But the little wraith would slide by him, disappearing into some new task. His sister and mother helped none. They never left their bathing suits. Poor Ryan was under a constant barrage of breasts and creeping bikini bottoms. All the skin everywhere was leaving him in quite a distraught state. That first night his mother had made him sleep on the lounge and wait outside while she and his sister had changed. No new shifts in attitude. In the stories he read, the women were always all over the guy after the first night. Why wasn’t this the case now?

Allyson meanwhile was already having the time of her life. Simone was almost constantly at her side, except when she was running errands for the Harpers. Simone was like a porcelain doll for Allyson. She was a fragile precious toy to play with whenever she was needed. Simone was a talented gymnast prior to meeting her sexual mentor and master. Now she put her considerable talents and lithe little body wholeheartedly into Allyson’s service. The first night on the boat the two women had watched the film produced by dozen’s of tiny cameras located throughout the boat. Simone had spent most of the time kneeling between Allyson’s thighs, practicing and refining her oral talents. Ryan had not been allowed to know about the film. It would come into Allyson’s schemes down the line.

There were several theories that had roamed through Allyson’s mind prior to embarking on the trip. The first process had tried to determine who it was that would be most responsive to Ryan’s advances. Her line of thought said that the second would go easier if the first was already a willing participant. She and Simone had been unable to decide which woman to focus their efforts on, so they had flipped a coin. Alexis had one out and the women had decided she would undergo the first of the scheduled trials.

Several days into the trip the party made their first stop on an island that was deserted except for the occasional native fisherman. The yacht was anchored well off shore and the party of five headed inland. It was a beautiful tropical paradise and everyone was enjoying the trip, especially Ryan. He had finally gotten a moment the night before to masturbate and was feeling less tense then the first few days. That release would only go so far, and already following the swaggering bikini covered backsides up the hill was quickly rebuilding his erection. He was intently studying the camel toe his mother had developed as her bottoms rode higher and higher up. He could make out the fact that there was no hair peaking from the side of the thin material and that her pussy lips well formed. He was startled out of his reverie when Simone’s hand shot forward and pulled him back from the trail they had been winding up the hillside on.

A loud, “Stop,” echoed through the jungle from the small woman’s frame. Alexis kept meandering upwards, looking back over her shoulder questioningly. Simone yelled again and Alexis finally stopped. Ryan and his mother were left standing at the edge of a low bushy meadow that the path all but disappeared into. Alexis was already several feet deep in the bushes when Simone told her to walk back out, carefully avoiding contact with the plants. The command was a joke, considering that they were everywhere and she was wearing open toed flip flops. By the time she was clear of the plants, her legs were already beginning to develop a rash. Alexis looked puzzled down at her bare calves as they turned a bright red and small bumps quickly covered the exposed area.

Ryan quickly jumped to obey, a concerned look on his face, as Simone instructed him to help his sister down the hillside. Alexis’ eyes were watering as the burning itch spread over all the reddened skin. Sandra quickly caught up with the five members of the party already heading back down the hillside. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong with her? What were those plants?” The questions rolled off of Ryan’s mother’s tongue in a truly concerned manner. Allyson explained that the plants were a tropical cousin of the poison ivy, but that the rash would spread into the bloodstream and could result in permanent scarring or paralysis if not treated. For everyone’s benefit, she was sure to mention that the yacht carried the proper ointment and the necessary injections to treat it. It was unfortunate, but because the danger was recognized they would be able to cure her with a regular regimen medicine and injections.

Even Ryan was unaware that this was really only another step in Allyson’s little machination. The plants were a tropical cousin to poison ivy. But they would only itch and leave a red rash for a day or two. The injections and ointment Allyson was planning on administering were the real reason for the lie and would have the greatest affect on Alexis. None of that was obvious now and the family hurried towards the boat, hoping dvd full porno to spare Alexis unnecessary pain and injury.

Simone took Alexis back to the family’s quarters and administered the first injection and application of the ointment there. Alexis felt a little uncomfortable at first as Simone had carefully smeared the cold gel-like substance over her legs. She did not argue as the woman’s hands rode higher and higher on her legs until they were cresting her knees and smearing the white stuff over her inner thighs. If not for the utmost professionalism exhibited by Simone, Alexis would have been sure that she was being felt up. By the time the ointment rub was done, Alexis was feeling fairly comfortable around the young woman crouched at her waist. There would be a momentary panic when Simone asked her stand and bend over the bed, with a long needle full of a clear liquid in hand. The throbbing rash managed to reassure her that this was a strictly medical procedure and she did as instructed.

Simone, however, was operating under a completely different course of thought. She knew most of the details of her mistress’ plan for the family and was excited to share in them. She had long been a submissive and bisexual. But her family and life had suppressed that. Allyson had offered her a way out and she had happily taken it. Now she was enjoying it more than ever. Simone had been careful to allow her arousal not to show as she ran her hands over the smooth long legs of Ryan’s sister. She enjoyed the sensation of being the one manipulating, instead of being manipulated. She was careful to touch every available inch of exposed skin without unnerving the young woman who was seated before her. The injections were to be her favorite part of the near future and she was glad when Alexis obligingly obeyed. Once she was bent over the bed, her perfectly toned ass stretching the bikini bottoms across her crotch, Simone slipped one hand beneath the upper rear of the bikini and pulled them down to just between her thighs.

She almost lost sight of her purpose as she studied the delightfully innocent morsel unveiled before her. Alexis had waxed her vaginal region, obviously, before the trip and the naked pussy was making Simone quite hungry. But she knew that too long of a delay risked everything so she carefully pressed the needle into the soft tissue of Alexis’ buttock. She used one hand to steady the tip, and cop a feel, while the other depressed the plunger, sending the mystery medicine into her bloodstream. Her task completed, Simone pulled the bikini back up and over the young woman’s backside and quietly left the room. She rejoined the people who were anxiously waiting on the deck and explained that everything was done, but the process would need to be repeated daily for the next two weeks.

Sandra and Ryan quickly moved to join the other member of the party as she laid face down on the bed in their cabin. Sandra was first and she quickly knelt beside her crying daughter’s head, focused on comforting and reassuring her oldest child. Ryan on the other hand, allowed a brief moment to appreciate his sister’s athletic body and the rounded crest of her ass. He wished that Allyson’s promise was already fulfilled- that he would be behind her right now, burying his dick into her tight virgin pussy, his mother cheering him on. He managed to break away from the fantasy in time to avoid a reproachful and questioning gaze from his mother. He too, moved to Alexis’ side and with one hand midway down her back, he offered what consolation he could. He would remain seated for the next twenty minutes, until he was sure that his easily tripped erection was comfortably wilted within his shorts.

Meanwhile, Simone had hurriedly gone to the bridge of the yacht, her pussy tingling with the hope that she could beg some release from her mistress. Allyson was waiting for her, her eyes focused on the quaint scene coming from the Jones’ cabin. “You really must be careful, Simone. I won’t have you wrecking my carefully laid plans. This little venture is far too exciting and expensive to have my toy waste. Come here.” Simone nervously approached her mistress, sensing that there was a genuine frustration and anger emanating from the normally calm woman. She quickly and quietly approached, forgetting the warmth growing in her stomach. Allyson harshly reached inside her shorts, her pointer finger clawing its way to her twat, and pressed it into her depths. Simone squirmed, her shorts pulled tightly against her lower back as they made room for the intrusive hand. Allyson pulled the finger back out and presented it directly before Simone’s face.

Simone examined the finger, her arousal obvious, from the sheen of the moisture covering the tip and nail of her mistress’ pointer. “Bitch. This is my game, not yours. You are not to enjoy yourself unless I first tell you too. This goes for now and for ever. As long as you are mine, all of your desires will be first ran by me. Now you must be ensest porno punished. Remove your shorts and bend over the steersman’s chair.” Simone was a little surprised by the outburst. In her short time with Allyson, she had never seen anything close to anger and their only system of instruction had been through reward. Punishment did not sound appetizing, but she did as she was told.

With her bottom bared to the cold circulating air of the bridge, Simone leaned over the leather arms of the chair, her breasts hanging into the space occupied by no one. Her hands braced on the farm arm, ready for anything that Allyson could bring to bear. Her first contact with Allyson, would however be a pleasant one. While she waited, she listened to the sounds of her mistress disrobing and removing something from a set of filing cabinets built into the bulkhead. Moments later she would feel the cold plastic head of a large strap on dildo shove into her cunt. She squealed in pleased surprise and was rewarded with an open handed slap that stung her thigh. Allyson harshly shoved the large textured length of the rubber toy farther into her pet. The other end of the dick curved up and into her own twat, and each harsh shove resulted in a thrust into her pussy. It took Allyson a moment to grow accustomed to the artificial appendage, but once she did, she went to work without any regard to the small subdued figure of Simone.

Her strong well formed ass cheeks and thighs clenched and relaxed as Allyson hammered the full length of the ten inch toy. Simone’s whole body rocked across the chair with each forceful thrust. Her pussy was not accustomed to the length or width of the rod ramming into her, and the first dozen thrusts merely served to stretch her cunt wide. Allyson gripped onto the closest arm and used her upper body to drive forward the cock into the bent form. Allyson was extremely wet herself, having become aroused while watching her young protégé enjoy the encounter with Alexis. But she had wanted the opportunity to punish her for something and this was it. The deep grooves over the surface of the cock pulled at the sensitive inner layers of skin of Simone’s pussy and she let out a long deep groan as Allyson pulled back. By now, her juices had well lubricated the surface of the cock and despite its size, Simone was truly enjoying herself. Allyson let loose another strong strike onto Simone’s ass cheeks, leaving a deep red welt. Simone squealed in surprise again and lurched forward, but the chair and the cock had her pinned. Allyson grabbed onto the smaller woman’s shoulders and began to fuck her with all the desire and need of a man.

The opposite end of the artificial penis was stroking in and out of her own pussy as she sought to withdraw portions of the length from Simone’s pink folds. Allyson loved the perversion of watching the little jiggle of Simone’s ass as she rammed home the cock. Her own pussy was leaking heavily and she could feel the fluids already spilling down her thighs. The two women found a rhythm together, and all memories of intended punishment were forgotten. Allyson’s strokes became less forceful, albeit quicker, and allowed Simone to grind her backside onto the cock. The sensation of the cock filling her twat had Simone yearning for more. She could feel her skin pulling and then giving way as the cock tried to withdraw from the tight enclosure. Then just as the pussy’s passageway was about to surrender the delectable length from its grip, it would come sliding back in. Simone had never felt such pleasure from a toy and she eagerly backed onto the dick, aiming its tip’s slide over her hidden pleasure point. Soon the stroke there was regularly hitting the mark and Simone was working to control her breathing and the coming orgasm which threatened to level her.

The thought of self control would abandon her when she heard Allyson let loose a deep low groan as she came for the first time. Just as the first waves of her orgasm would rock over her, she began a fast sharp pounding that increased her already maximized stimulation. It was this rhythm that would send Simone into her “punishing” orgasm. For several minutes the regular progress of the fucking motion would continue as they sought to prolong the sexual release they were experiencing. But once they had enough, they would slide backwards to the floor, Simone straddling the large dick, and Allyson reclining on the wood floor. Simone would toy with her breasts through her top as she gently rode the dick buried within her, until she was sure that they both had their fill. Then she would lift her off its still hard form and would collapse to the floor beside her master. With her head resting on Allyson’s chest, listening to the beating pace of her heart, she would thank her for the punishment and promise to never misbehave again.

Allyson laid there, one hand lazily stroking the lifeless dick as if it were her own. When she was bored of the activity she would rise, commanding Simone to redress fake agents porno and would seek out the family. It was time to ensure that Ryan and Alexis had some time alone. Simone knew the next step and went down to the engine room to give Allyson the necessary time to get the mother off the boat.

Allyson found the family in the room where the cameras had told her they would be. She knocked gently at their door and waited until Sandra came to the door.

“I was going to see if anyone wanted to go back to shore. There is a truly beautiful waterfall that I had intended to show you before the accident and this will be our last opportunity to visit it.” She watched as Sandra’s face brightened then collapsed as she remembered her daughter’s dangerous infection.

“I’m sorry Allyson, but we really can’t leave Alexis alone right now. It’s just not fair to her,” the obviously disappointed mother replied.

Ryan and Alexis both caught the tone of voice in their mother’s voice and replied as one; “No, Mom! Don’t worry. Ryan (I) can stay. It will be fine, really!”

Sandra tried to put on a good show of not wanting to leave the boat, but with both of her children’s support she decided that she and Allyson should make the journey together. Dusk was beginning to settle and according to the captain of their little excursion, sunset would be falling jut as they made it to the waterfall. The two women hurriedly gathered the necessary supplies and made their way to shore, leaving Ryan and Alexis alone in the cabin together.

The two siblings made small talk for the next twenty minutes as they lay side by side on the bed. They talked about college, about the future, about how awesome the trip was. They had just started talking about how Alexis’ legs were feeling when Simone slipped into the room for her scheduled interruption. She had smeared some grease on her hands and forearms and added a decorative smudge to her cheek for effect while she had waited.

“I am doing some maintenance down in the engine room, and forgot about your injection and ointment, Alexis. You’ll want to shower and then have another shot in the next half hour or so. Is your Mom around, I was going to ask her to do it?” Simone knew full well that the senior of the Jones women was already gone to shore and that, conveniently, Ryan would be the only individual on hand to help his sister.

Alexis looked down trodden and pleaded with Simone to do it, but apparently the maintenance was only half finished and was a priority, as was the ointment and treatment. Simone gave Ryan a quick explanation then disappeared without a further word. Reluctantly, Alexis admitted to herself that Ryan was her only option. He was her brother after all, and he didn’t really have to pull her bottoms down farther than Simone had.

Still frustrated, she pushed herself off the bed to take the prerequisite shower. She screamed daintily as her legs folded beneath her and she collapsed to the floor. There was a deep numbing tickle from her muscle tissue and she found herself barely able to support her own weight. Tears came to her eyes as she feared that paralysis was setting in. Her brother quickly jumped to her rescue and scooped her up, his strong forearms crooked beneath her arm pits. Ryan promised her that he would help her shower quickly and then would apply the ointment and injection. He reminded her quite frequently that she would be okay.

Ryan was a bit startled when the object of half of his familial fantasy collapsed to the floor of the cabin. Seeing the pained look on her face he quickly jumped to the rescue, a natural masculine instinct taking over. He was reminded of his desires as he held her body closely to his own and he talked about bathing and then rubbing her down with some ointment. He knew he had better get to her to the shower quickly if he planned on hiding the rapid rising of the free spirited appendage in his swimming trunks. Together they moved to the small shower enclosure and Ryan cradled her with one arm as he pulled the door open and stepped in. It took him a moment to get the shower nozzle adjusted to the proper warmth and direction of spray.

Once the water was properly set, Ryan lowered Alexis to the floor and knelt close to her side. He could feel his blood pressure rise as the hot steamy water covered her body in a glistening coat and caused strands of her hair to stray into her face. She was truly a fantastic beauty and she was his own forbidden love. He softly brushed the hair out of her face before remembering his responsibilities. His strong hands went to work, rubbing heavily over her lower and upper legs, replacing a sponge or loofa with their long strokes. Alexis felt safe with her brother and was feeling a genuine affection for him as she watched him eagerly cleanse her legs of the remnants of the earlier ointment and the poison ivy. There were still some tears in her eyes but they were no longer representative of a fear of a ruined vacation, but of appreciation for her brother. She had not felt so fondly for him since they had been much younger. Ryan staid crouching, knowing that standing would reveal a full fledge tent in his shorts and he could feel his sister’s good feelings for him and he did not want to risk any forward progress.

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That day after the first night together, I needed to think things through. What had I started? I believed like every unfaithful husband that it wouldn’t hurt anyone. I was in control and it was just a little fun. Who could be hurt?

I sat in the ten o’clock ‘The Review of Emerging Risks Meeting’ run by a very serious person in head office, via a video conference. It went on and on, I’d lost the will to be involved ages ago.

My seat was just out of the cameras field of view so unless I bent forward I could not be seen, this was planned as it had become apparent from previous meetings when I had been heard but not seen. It enabled me to gaze out of the window to the hills south and to watch clouds building for the next warm front from the west.

“So we feel that an in depth review of the actions and implication of xxxx risk should take priority as it poses a 15-20 year risk’ I came back to the room with a jolt. I’m 55 what the hell do I care. I nod sagely, and agree that another meeting in 6 months to discuss the recommended feasibility study to be conducted by a company, for far to much money, is the way forward.

I wonder if she is thinking of me?

The afternoon passed just the same, emails about things which wouldn’t change the price of fish, but matter to someone so much. An urgent purchase order for 20,000 had gone missing. The goods had arrived and where starting to be used in service, but the system couldn’t be closed off. Oh hell I didn’t really care. What difference did I make, I was just a medium size cog in the machine.

A text came ‘where do you keep the spare key?’ It was three thirty and she must have finished work and be back at the flat. I replied ‘Under the loose stone by the wall.’

Oh to hell with it “I’m needed at site B” I said picking up my jacket and bag and heading to the car. The barrier lifted I drove out free and happy. Why was I working? Why did I do this? I stopped on the way back and bought flowers for the flat or her, I hadn’t decided & didn’t know. My phone went

“Hello I haven’t heard from you for two days?” My wife said.

“Oh work and stuff you know” the lies covering up.

“Well my sister has been on the phone and asked ………….What do you think?”

“Yea” what did she say I hadn’t heard “Sorry I’m driving say that again please.”

“A month away in France together” She said.

“Well yes good idea, I can’t get a month off .”

“Not you, just us girls”

“Oh OK I suppose it that’s what you want to do”

We finished the call. That that my wife’s off to France then.

I arrived at the flat and saw her car outside. Through the door she greets me with a kiss and arms around my neck, it developed into a longer more passionate embrace.

“Have you just arrived” I ask? She had her long coat on.

“I thought it would be good get out while the weathers good. Let’s take a walk down by the cove.”

“OK when did you become a naturist?”

We left it the flat and walked out to my car. I realised she wasn’t wearing trousers and those heels wouldn’t climb Everest. What was going on now?

It was pleasant being close to her in the car, there was that perfume again. Subtle not strong, almost not there, then she would turn or move and it would essence come to me. It was becoming addictive. The drive out was pleasant we hardly get much in the way of traffic out with us. The high cloud had built up over the afternoon making a sun appear watery but it was quite warm. The coat slid apart slightly and when I managed a glimpse down, it confirmed my earlier view no trousers. I think in the years I’ve know her I seen her in a dress twice, a function or big family occasion. So a skirt and a short skirt then. We arrived at the head of the cove, miles from most habitation, parked and leaving the car behind started walking along the shore pathway. The shoes seemed to manage along the pathway quite well. We had strolled along around the bend out of sight from the car park or anyone. It was good to talk about our day and finding a large flat rock on the side of the path we sat down. The coat slid apart, no trousers, no dress, no skirt to be seen. Black stockings and very tiny black panties came into view. I had been slow. So there we are out in the countryside, taking in the views, the fresh air and enjoying the wonderful outdoors and she has almost nothing on tempting me with an exquisite view of her own.

“You asked and I have them” she said with a innocent face.

“Well yes but I thought may be in the bedroom or something”

“This is the aperitif” she said.

I thought of asking how many courses in this czech pool porno banquet but didn’t. She stood up and did a full spin displaying her charms in the suspenders, stockings tiny black panties with just a string from the front over here hip and down through the valley of her cheeks. Oh they look perfect almost alabaster without a blemish. I knelt down and placed kisses on both cheeks. She turned, the tiny area covered by the black satin looked equally kissable so I paid attention to the area as well. Upon kissing over her covered mound of Venus it felt different. I found out why by sliding my tongue under the edge of the fabric, smooth soft skin, no hair. She was totally smooth. Had shaved herself been waxed, depilated call it what you want. A hairless pussy is a an erotic object of desire and beauty something to be treasured and enjoyed.

There we where out in the countryside late afternoon along a pathway me on my knees kissing her freshly hairless pussy. Her hand fell onto my head and gently pushed me into her. If she had a climax in was a little one as she groaned and sighed, then pulled me up and kissed me. Her coat fell back to cover the lingerie. A long cuddle followed and we started back.

“You are full of surprises”. I said.

“Well I try. I’ve never really had anyone who treated me like you do, I don’t suppose I’ve ever trusted a man like you. After I broke up with ‘him’ my life was not good. Then you came along, A lovely gentleman who made me I feel very special. I mattered”

“I don’t know what to say, This all happened out of the blue I didn’t know you felt this way about me. I don’t know where this is going”

Her answer was a kiss and “Lets just enjoy each other.”

At the car we kissed again then drove off heading back to the village. When we approached the pub car park I pulled in at the last minute.

“We need a drink”

“What I can’t not like this” she exclaimed.

“Oh yes you can”

The pub was quite, hardly anyone was in, a guy was reading the paper and didn’t look up and one practising at the darts board. Alan the landlord served us, he knew both of us and didn’t seem to make much of us being together. We sat down by the old fire place it was loaded but unlit. We had our backs to the rest of the bar, so it was discrete, but not somewhere you would be totally unnoticed. I slid my hand under her coat and up her thigh. Is there anything that can compare with the feel of a woman’s inner thigh. Her skin was softer than silk, and warm to the touch. My finger tips glided around in little circles. I was jolted back to reality by someone coming through the door, shouting to Alan ‘two pints please’. I withdrew my hand and the coat slid back to cover her leg. We smiled at each other finished our drinks and left.

Back at the flat I offered to hang up her coat. She twirled out of it, danced across the room and landed on the sofa. Does anything contrast as well as black underwear on a women? To start with the stockings, black obviously with a seam running from her heel to thigh encased her legs. The top lace looked very delicate leaving a display of white thigh framed by the four straps from her suspender belt. The panties where very tiny with the small strings leading away as I had already seen. The small satin triangle which covered her pussy. I already knew that it was freshly shaved

but the filigree of the satin looked enchanting over her mound. The suspender belt, again black was quite wide it held her little bulge in, flattening her. She had changed her belly ring in which held a black faceted stone. This caught the light and twinkled. And lastly her bustier which came up from her ribs moulding her breasts creating a beautiful display. Her nipples were just contained and the valley produced between each breast looked very inviting.

I returned back into the room to see a stocking covered a leg draped over the arm of the sofa the other on the cushion framing a bear naked smooth pussy on display.

“Look what you did.” she said pointing to the small bite mark from yesterday.

“Would you like another one to match?” I enquired.

“That would be nice”

I slid down to the floor positioned between her legs. My lips started at her knee and nibbled along the stocking across the naked thigh to her pussy. I flattened my tongue and lapped along her outer lips through the wet silk. She lifted her hips and I slid down the tiny panties. Then I returned to my labours, up one side across the apex and down the other side. The around and around her opening and up between the petals to her clitoris. Her juice were flowing and czech sharking porno my lips and mouth, had become every wet. Oh she tasted lovely. I slid my lips over her clitoris and using my tongue I hit it with very quick strokes. She moaned. I used two fingers to slid inside her pussy and wriggled them around searching for her G spot. She moaned again and started to move her hips in time to my movements. I pushed harder, she squealed rising off the sofa.

“Oh yes, Oh yes” she cried out.

Then it was over, she fell back to rest again. I made the required matching mark on the other leg. When I finished she sighed and bent down to kiss me. Her hands grabbed my belt, next my trousers and boxers descending down my legs. A soft touch on my cock brought me to her petals and a slowly I glided through them into enveloping softness. I was pulled into her, she held my bum and then wrapped those stocking clad legs around my hips, and secured me in place. Slowly she started then rolled her hips with our movements. I was moving thrusting slowly with long stokes. Oh what feelings. She stroked my balls with her nails, it was to much. I pushed in deep, moaning and flooding her with my climax. We fell together in a hug until our breathing returned to normal. I slid out and we got comfortable on the sofa.

After a little while it dawned that we need food. So I tore myself away and headed to the kitchen. I started to prepare food. She appeared in a robe and hugged me from behind.

“Can do anything” She enquired with no enthusiasm.

“Well yes, but for the moment find some wine in the fridge and pour us some”

Cool glasses of Chablis where produced and we headed to eat with hot chicken salad.

“Can we watch another of your films, please? She said in a pleading voice.

“Yes of course you choose. There’re in the trunk, erotica is left hand side.”

I took plates and left pick our entertainment for the evening.

“More wine?” I asked turning round. What is about a women bum that turns a man’s thoughts to sex? She was still on her knees looking at DVDs in the trunk. Her rump all be it covered by the robe looked really delectable. I noticed the stockings had gone.

“Please”

Did you know cold wine, even just a drip on the back of a women’s neck will make her shriek.

We cuddled down to watch a French erotic film. The story was of a high class brothel in a château and the adventures of the girls etc. It had lots of lingerie, mild bondage, tying up and playing with food you can imagine the rest. It was a bit tongue in cheek but erotic for all that. We did a little stroking during the film. At the end we moved up to bed.

I came into the bedroom to see her still in the robe lying on her side . A towel was in the middle of the bed and various items on the side table. She smiled and asked me undress and to lie on the towel, which I did feeling a little self-conscious . She kissed me then stretching me out and tied my wrists to the bed posts with a couple of my ties. During this I had the opportunity of caressing her boobs with kisses as she let them fall across my face. Then she did the same to my ankles and totally ignored my cock which was rising to the occasion. Then she covered my eyes and face with a strip of cloth which had either been worn or perfumed earlier. I could have shaken it off but why would I want too.

Her nails scraped up my thighs, lightly touched my balls then slid over my hips making me jump.

“I see you like that” she said in a mock French accent.

“Wee mademoiselle” I replied.

I heard the trimmer start buzzing and then she start to work across my pubic hair. My cock was move around to allow the cutters to reach all over the area. She used something soft to brush the cut hair away. Then she started on my balls gently cupping each and trimming the hair away. Ooh I felt the warmed tip of the cutter graze up the crack of my bum. The trimmer stopped. I heard a pissst of an aerosol then felt her brush cool gel across my pubic area. This made my cock bob and move, she ignored it. I felt the scrape of a razor. I wasn’t being trimmed any more I was going to be bald down there. My cock bobbed around even more as she removed all trace of hair. I have loved the experienced a shaved a woman, I have done the shaving and found the task very erotic, but I’d never had it done to me. Well it was a major turn on. My cock had become hard and twitched every time she came up to it. Then she stroked up my cock with her hand holding my to my stomach. Then more foam was applied to my balls and crack this was followed by more czech streets porno scraps of the razor.

“That looks so sexy” she announced giving the head of my cock a little kiss. Then she wrapped my freshly shaved area in something warm and wet the feeling was very nice. After this caressed me with a dry towel to dry me off.

“That looks very fresh” she said. I flexed my cock and made it wobble. She caught the tip and kissed it softly. Then her lips slid down me and her tongue flicked across the tip.

“Oh the feels so good” I moaned. I heard the click then her mouth slid up my cock, then her hands covered in something which made them slide passed all over my shaved area. Then up and down my cock. Her palm rolled over the tip covering in me in this lubricant. She was becoming very good at this teasing. The effect of her hands gripping and rolling up and down was bringing me close. She increased the speed of her stroke bringing me to a climax. I the cried out and erupted, my hips pushing off the bed.

“That’s so good” I exclaimed and shock the cloth covering my face off. I looked up at her, she gave me that smile I come to like.

“Could I be released, please” I asked.

” Well yes may be, but what do I get in return” she asked.

“Would a full massage be acceptable?” I replied.

“Ooh yes” I was free very quickly and after we had replace the towel for a fresh one. She lay out on her front in the middle of the bed while I found the massage oil she had used on me.

I sat over one leg with my knees bent oiled my hands and started at her shoulders working up into her neck. Flicking the hair away with back of my fingers. Two more applications of oil had her nicely covered from her lower back up and down her arms. Then I started with long strokes up her back either side of her spine with the flat of my hands and working her shoulders with my thumbs. This bought sighs of contentment. I changed to working up her sides over he shoulders and down her arms to the back of her hands. Working like this I felt her body relax and the tension in her mussels flow away.

I covered her body and started on her feet. I used firm pressure on the soles, moving up to her toes which I gently rolled and extended. Her calves were next, so I applied more oil up to the knee. I bent each leg one at a time hooking her foot onto my shoulder. This frees the leg from any mussel strain of holding this position. Again I used firm pressure into the mussels and pushed her knee slightly down ward into the bed. At the back of her knee I released the pressure to let her leg relax. After completing this to both legs several times. I moved up to her upper leg, after using my hands to cover both the thighs both front and back with oil. Starting at the knee I worked upward on the soft inner thigh to the base of her bum. Then using both hands on one leg at a time, one inner one outer I worked all the mussel along its length.

I’d left beautiful bum until last. I lifted the towel to allow unrestricted access. Another application of oil brought a nice glow to her skin. I work the outside areas, then using my thumbs I worked up either side of her crack. My fingers working into the dimpled sides whilst cupping the orb in the palm of my hand. This has my desired effect and I began feel and smell her arousal, so I was doing what she liked. Then changing what I did with my thumbs. I let them to slide up the outside of her pussy lips. The oil mixed with her lubrication was letting my thumbs glide along. I wobbled them up and down using them together left and right then in and out. At the end of the slide I brought up each side of her clitoris squeezed together then relaxed, then rolled the area between my thumbs. This brought a soft sigh from her. I built up her arousal until I thought the moment right to thrust both thumbs up between the outer lips over her inner lips and into her pussy. She groaned and started to rock her hips onto my thumbs and I pushed upwards and rolled them inside her. Her climax was different this time. I don’t know why but it seemed different softer but longer. She didn’t cry out, just long low moans. I kept the the pressure and movement until I felt her subside and relax. Moving onto my side and pulling her into me we spooned together to relax under the covers.

“You are good at that” she said.

“Would that be the massage or inducing orgasms?

“One your quite good at one and the other I need more proof of” she replied.

” Well just not this moment.”

“I have demands that I need met” she said with mock authority.

“Well I have requirements and now it is sleep”

“Are we having our first argument? She questioned.

I kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her with a hug. “No discussing our sexual incapacity”

“Humm don’t think it’s anything we can’t work at” she said.

We carried on back and forth with little comments until nothing came back and she was asleep.

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Hello all! It’s been a long time since part 1, but hopefully this is enough to sink your teeth into until part 3, which I hope to have out by the end of August. I have to thank the community for supporting this piece and also the motivating requests for this installment. You’re all cool, cool cats. Enjoy!

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I opened my eyes. My head was pounding and my eyes were blurry. I was in pain, but I knew where I was. I’d recognize those beige ceilings no matter how hungover I was.

“Wha…” I groaned, feeling a slow breath on my chest and hand on my lap. I lifted my head to find Suzie, naked and still asleep.

A rush of blood shot through me, but this time not to my dick, but to my brain. I thought of last night and everything that had happened. The passion we shared, the amazing sex and how erotic this 18 year-old-girl was, and how I was going to be brutally murdered by my best friend for partaking in this forbidden fruit. Shit.

I slid the delicate hand off of my junk and slowly began to roll out of bed. Sitting on the edge, I looked back at Suzie. My god she was beautiful. The sun-rays beaming in through the windows were hitting her shoulder, accentuating her tanned, supple skin. The blanket was just barely managing to cover her amazing chest. But what struck me most was her face. The curvature of her full lips, that cute nose, and how peaceful her expression was as she snoozed. I could feel my heart beat race in my chest while I looked at her.

I needed to change my current train of thought onto something more productive. I tucked and rolled her off of me onto her left side. I reached for my cellphone. It had 5 messages on it, all from Mike.

Text 1: “Dude, where you go, there r ladies here who want to c that think you can do with your tongue.”

Text 2: “Guy come on, theres like six girls here you totally need to meet.”

Text 3: “Jack…?”

Text 4: “Did you already leave with another girl!?”

Text 5: “So I’m now being told you took my sis home so thx I guess.”

I betrayed the best wingman I could ever hope for. Worse, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed I was sharing with his sister. I had only one option available to me.

I slid closer to Suzie, still blissfully unconscious and gave her a light kiss on the forehead. I figured if I was going to tell a girl that it’s czech super models porno/ not going to work out, better she be in a good mood.

Suzie lazily opened her eyes and turned to me. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Hi there,” I replied, in a manner that was far more aloof than how I was feeling. I was trying to recapture the tone of voice I’d used for the entire tenure of our relationship before the previous night. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, then twisted her face into a confused look, and then moved up to my lips and gave me a long, deep, intimate french kiss.

My expression was of shock at first, but became obviously pleased the longer the kiss went on. She smiled and said “I knew it…” and then went back for more. We continued to make out until I stopped her.

“You knew what, exactly?”

She gave me a serious look, adjusted herself so that the blanket could slide right down her body and clearing her throat, tried to mimic my earlier tone. “Jack, you’re into me and any bullshit you were about to give me about how we could never do this again, or that you were drunk, or…or any of that…” she paused, “well it can’t change the fact that just looking at me turns you on.”

Suzie’s serious look and tone had transformed into something resembling the girl I thought I’d known. She seemed upset, but only a little. Her face almost looked like a dog owner wishing her puppy would realize what their pet had done wrong.

I was silent. Difficult questions entered my mind. Is she psychic? Was this some sort of ploy? Why is my dick suddenly so hard? My mind was racing, searching for answers, or at the very least, my next move.

Growing impatient she climbed on top of me and put a finger on my lips. She leaned very close to my ear, her breasts pressing onto me. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” was all Suzie had to say, as she skillfully slid me into her waiting pussy.

I took a deep breath. “Goddamit Suzie,” I muttered, starting to to slide into her while lost in bliss. My body knew what it wanted and since my head wasn’t coming up with anything brilliant, it easily won out.

I filled her again and again, feeling my balls slap her butt cheeks as I tried to match the rhythm of her bouncing. She started quietly moaning “Fuck yes…oh Jack more,” and we sped up.

Suzie lowered czech tax porno down onto me, wrapping herself tight around my torso, and excitedly slammed her pussy onto my cock. I instinctively grabbed her ass.

Lifting up with my arms and pushing her down onto my shaft, I could feel her getting tighter with every thrust. She teased my nipples with her fingernails, rewarding me for my hard work, kissing me all the while. I was still groggy from last night, but somehow having this girl I had known for years just lay down the law was making me uncontrollably horny.

“God, oh my god Suzie you feel so fucking good. You’re incredible! I don’t know how much more I can take,” I said breathlessly.

I sped up and the little winces and whines Suzie was making got quicker and louder.

“Jack I’m never letting you or this fat cock get away from me. This is so right and it feel so fucking good.” Suzie said, clearly losing control. “I can’t…oh my god…Jack I want to…shit I think I’m going to…”

Moments later, tightly gripping and moaning into my chest she whimpered “I’m coming baby,” which sent me over the edge. I shot ropes of hot, white cum into her, my whole body clenching as I came for what felt like an eternity.

Suzie bit down just above my nipple and squirmed, moaning as her orgasm rocked her alongside mine.

Our time to bask in the glory of how epic our climaxes were was cut short. A knock was heard from the door. My post-cum zen was interrupted by unbridled fear as I turned pale.

Suzie put her hand on my mouth. “Um… I am very naked and would appreciate it if you didn’t come in, whoever it is!”

The deep voice replied, “Okay hon, your mum and I just wanted to know if you were joining us for breakfast before work?”

She now looked equally worried. She looked at her nightstand’s clock and then looked at me. “Leave out a granola bar or something, I’ll be right down.”

She moved her hand. “You’ve got to go,” she said with a wicked smile, a scenario easier said than done. Suzie lifted up off me and scrambled to get ready.

“What about…” I began, but was interrupted.

“Remember that time you and Mike were too afraid to go downstairs after the hose incident?” Suzie said with a mischievous smile. I thought back…and then it hit me.

“The window!?”

Suzie tossed defloration porno me my clothes and winked. She then scurried into her bathroom, expertly cleaning up the “post-sex look” she was rocking.

I looked at the window. “Goddammit Suzie” I muttered again, this time more audibly in the hopes that she’d hear me.

Too afraid to make a fuss (lest I be found out by her parents), I got dressed and quickly made my escape using the tree in the backyard. Climbing down, I stealthily creeped around the side of the house, and found the sidewalk. On my way back to the residence building, I racked my brain thinking up of an excuse for having stayed out all night after dropping Suzie off.

I reached for my pocket to see if I had any other missed calls, when I noticed my phone was missing.

“Oh no,” I paused. “No no no,” I frantically patted myself down. “No!” I yelled to the cruel universe.

I couldn’t do much but hyperventilate as I realized that my phone was in Suzie’s room. My phone was in Suzie’s room and I was fucked.

I couldn’t just leave my phone there, my whole life was on that thing. I also couldn’t risk climbing the tree again and getting caught by a neighbour or something.

I casually walked to the house I had just masterfully escaped from. I knocked on the door. I was greeted by a familiar scene, a far cry from anything I had experienced that morning. I saw Mike’s parents and Suzie, sitting down the kitchen table.

Suzie was ravenously eating breakfast, but nearly choked when she saw me standing in the doorway.

“Jack… it is 9 AM on a Saturday. What has my son done this time?” Mike’s mom, Alice, asked me.

Mike? He hasn’t done anything, Alice, he just sent me here to grab something from his room.” A lie, but close enough to the truth that the tinge of guilt didn’t show up on my face.

“Oh! He sent you, did he? I didn’t realize the lord-regent himself was too high and mighty to make appearances in his own house. Well come in then, join us for breakfast.”

I walked in and explained I was in a bit of a hurry. They wouldn’t hear of it.

“You came all this way, have some eggs, kid,” the balding man dressed in a wife-beater and boxer briefs said, not looking up from his paper.

Mike’s dad James was always friendly, which usually put me at ease, but I wanted to be in and out of there. There wouldn’t be much damage-control planning if I was stuck at the scene of the crime.

“Let me just grab what I came for and I’ll come back down and join you for a bit,” I bargained, turning towards the stairs.

“Alright Casanova, whatever you want,” James chuckled.

I froze and my heart sank. He knew.

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I had an overwhelming response to Saving My Sis and numerous requests to write a second chapter to it. I appreciate all the e-mail and votes that I received and hope that everyone enjoys Chapter 2. If you haven’t read it yet, I would recommend reading the first Saving My Sis before you start reading this one.

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WOW!!

I couldn’t believe what has happened. I had gone back home for the first time in seven years to save my sister from my abusive parents, and she had just fucked my brains out. Never in all my 24 years would I have dreamed of this moment. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my sister dearly, and would do anything for her. But to cross that taboo barrier and have sex with her is something that I would never have thought of doing. But I did.

All this had gone through my mind when I woke the following morning and had my arms wrapped around Carol. We were facing each other, and were still naked from the night before. She was asleep so I slowly unwrapped myself from her beautiful body and walked quietly into the bathroom. I drained my overflowing bladder and then stepped into the shower. After standing under the water for a few minutes I heard some movement in the bathroom.

“Don’t peek Steve, I need to pee.”

I was numb. I didn’t know what to do but stand as still as I could and not look. When Carol was done she flushed the commode, and the shower water turned ice cold.

“Shit,” I yelled and jumped out from under the water.

Carol started laughing and opened the shower door to step in.

“Sorry hun,” she told me as she wrapped her arms around me. “You know I haven’t had the time to look at you, but you have changed quite a bit since you walked out of mom and dad’s house.”

I chuckled a little bit with my arms wrapped around her.

“Well hun, you can thank the United States Marines and Uncle Sam for the hell they put me through in boot camp. I worked out a little when I was boxing, but really started to exercise after I enlisted.”

“I will thank them then.”

“You’ve changed also Carol. I can see that you lost the teenage flab that you had and turned into a very beautiful young lady.”

“Mom and dad told me that I wasn’t beautiful,” she told me as she frowned and lowered her head.

I tilted her face up so that she was looking me in my eyes.

“Now you listen to me. I don’t give a damn what our asshole parents told you, or what anyone else thinks. I want you to start believing in your heart and mind that you are beautiful, because in mine you are. I will love you no matter what.”

Carol pulled my face down to hers and started to kiss me. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and I returned it with a passion. My dick was pinned between us and I could feel it starting to get hard. I pushed Carol up against the shower wall, put my hands on her ass and picked her up so that she was level with me. While she was pinned there, I moved my hips back so I could free my raging hard on and with one hand guided it toward her vagina. I slammed straight into her. Carol wrapped her legs around me and silently screamed in my mouth. I wasn’t taking it slow. I was pounding her like a madman.

“Aw fuck,” she yelled. “Fuck me and fuck me hard Steve.”

So I did.

I didn’t care that she had fucked me only hours before. I wanted to cum in her, and make her scream for it. After pounding into her for about 5 minutes with her pinned against the wall, I could feel her pussy muscles tighten around me and knew that she was close to cuming. I picked up the pace a little more wanting to cum at the same time. I was pounding into her so hard now, and we were making so much noise, that if there were anyone else in the next room they would have heard us. I knew that I must have been hurting her as hard as I was pounding, but neither one of us cared.

“I’mmmmmmmm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg,” she screamed.

After she screamed she bite onto my shoulder and gripped me so hard with her legs that I couldn’t move. I felt her pussy muscles grab my dick so hard that I started to cum in her at the same time. When Carol loosened her grip a little, I slowing started to pump her while both our orgasms slowly subsided.

“Damn Steve my bite broke your skin and you’re bleeding. Besides the water is cold and we need to get out.”

When we dried off, Carol cleaned my shoulder and found a band-aid from somewhere. We got dressed gangbang porno and then left to check out and get some food.

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When we got on the road again, I made a call to one of my commanding officers at Camp Lejeune in Jacksonville, North Carolina. He had a place out on Nag’s Head and I wanted to go out there so that Carol and I could talk about our future before I had to report back.

It took us most of the day to drive across the state, and when we got there both of us were tired so we went straight to bed. Carol had taken it upon herself to sleep in the same bed with me, but after what we had gone through I didn’t complain one bit.

When I woke the next morning, Carol was gone and I smelled food being cooked. Trudging to the bathroom I took my morning piss and walked to the kitchen.

“Morning,” I said as I walked in.

Carol put her arms around my waist, hugged and kissed me. “Morning hun. There was a note on the fridge telling us that they had stocked everything and we were welcome to it.”

“That was probable from the captain’s brother. He lives out here and looks after this place when no one is here.”

“Well everything is almost done so lets eat.”

We sat down to eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. I brewed some coffee for myself and Carol had a glass of milk. When we were done I helped with the dishes and then poured myself another cup of coffee.

“Carol we need to talk,” I told her as I sat back down at the table.

“About what?” She sat down across from me.

“Us.”

“What about us?”

“Carol what we have done with each other is wrong. We are brother and sister and we shouldn’t be having sex with each other.”

“Didn’t you always tell me that when you loved someone you should show it? Well I love you Steve, and this is my way of showing you. What about this morning in the shower?”

“I don’t know what overcame me. I am sorry.”

“I’m not sorry Steve. I love you and I love what we are doing. I don’t care of it is wrong.”

“What will happen if someone finds what we are doing?”

“As long as we keep it to ourselves no one will know. We are far away from our hometown so no one will know us as brother and sister. We can live as husband and wife and no one will ever know.”

I knew when I was beat. In my mind I knew that what we were doing was wrong, but in my heart I loved this beautiful person in front of me.

“Ok hun. Right now I am living on base in the BEQ’s (Bachelor Enlisted Quarters), but when we get there I will hunt for a place in town and we can move there. I will talk with a few people I work with and see if you can stay with them till I can find a place. Everyone knows that I had to go home on a family emergency, but they don’t know what for. There are some good schools there so you can register in one when we get settled, which I would want you to do.”

“I will Steve.”

“Ok, now that we got that settled what would you like to do till I have to be back?”

“I would like to get reacquainted with you.”

“We can do that.”

“Let’s go for a walk on the beach. When I got up this morning I went outside and saw how beautiful it was.”

“Ok. Let’s get changed and we can go.”

Both of us changed into shorts and t-shirts. We spent the rest of the day on the beach. We walked for miles in both directions, holding hands as we went and enjoying each other’s company. We talked about what had been going on in our lives since I had walked out. When Carol talked about home I could tell how depressed and upset she was talking about it and I told her that if she didn’t want to tell me about it she didn’t have to. We stopped and ate lunch at a beach side restaurant and did some shopping. Carol had her hair cut so that it looked good instead of being rudely chopped. Since she didn’t have any money I bought her some clothes, and some other things that she would need. When we finally got back to the house it was close to dark and both of us were too tired to cook anything. Both of us jumped in the shower together, washed each other, and then dressed to go out.

We managed to locate a good place and sat and talked for an hour while we ate. On the way home Carol wanted to stop and get some beer. I found out while we talked that she would sneak some of my father’s beer into her room and drink it. I stopped and got a case. When we got czech harem porno back to the house Carol got changed into her sleeping clothes, which was a large shirt and nothing else. I changed into a pair of shorts and we sat and watched HBO and drank our beer. After a few hours, and about half the case, both of us were getting a buzz and decided to call it a night.

When we got in bed and wrapped our arms around each other, Carol kissed me and asked.

“Remember when I said this morning that I wanted to get reacquainted with you?”

“Yes I do.”

“Well, let’s get reacquainted then.”

She kissed me again and we started to play tongue tag. After kissing and roaming each other’s bodies with our hands, Carol started to work her way down to my chest. She kissed me around my neck and over my shoulders then down to my nipples. Carol suckled and nibbled on each one while at the same time she slowly started to pump my hard dick. After about ten minutes of this she started to kiss her way down my stomach. When she got to my dick she kissed it all over while she was still pumping. She then took the head in and started to suck on it. Carol was sucking so hard that she was creating a vacuum and it was driving me crazy. Then she started to take the whole thing in and didn’t stop till she had all of it. When she had my dick down her throat Carol started to hum and I could feel the vibration all the way to my balls. Shit she was driving me crazy. Then while still humming she slowly started to work it in and out. While she was sucking me she worked her way around so that we were in a 69 position.

For the first time I was looking at her pussy. I knew from the night before that she had it shaved except for a thin line of hair above her slit. I saw that she was wet and then stuck my tongue out and started to eat her. I licked her from her clit all the way to her puckered asshole. She groaned the first time I did this and started to suck me harder. I reached in to pull her lips apart and then stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as I could. I worked my tongue in and out like a dick. Every now and then I would lick her clit, which would cause her to groan even more. I then stick a finger in her pussy while I was eating her. She started to blow me faster so I started to work my finger in and out faster. When I was pulling it out she would contract her muscles and grab it keeping a constant pressure on it. I felt my balls start to tighten up and knew that I was getting close. Carol must have felt them also because she started to move my dick in and out of her mouth faster. She even reached around to my balls and started to play with them. I replaced my one finger in her pussy with two and started to pump her faster. When I felt myself ready to blow my load I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. This drove her to her first orgasm of the night and she started to shake all over. At the same time she took my dick down her throat and kept it there. I blew my load and it went straight down her throat into her stomach. When she had calmed down she started to work me in and out of her mouth again keeping me hard.

After a few more minutes Carol let go of my dick with an audible pop and swung herself around and started to kiss me again. I pushed her over on her back and got between her legs. Carol grabbed my dick and guided it into her soaked pussy. I slowly pushed into her and when I had the full length in I stopped for a few seconds so she could get used to the size. I then drew myself out till just the head was in and then pushed back in. Very slowly we made love. A few times I would work myself in a circle buried in her pussy so that I could hit every spot in her. Other times I would just go in and out. After about 20 minutes of this I pulled myself all the way out.

“Please put it back in Steve,” Carol begged me.

I got on my knees between her and grabbed her ankles. I put her legs up on my shoulders and then worked myself back in.

“Oh yes, fuck me Steve, fuck me.”

I started to fuck her faster.

“Yes …. faster …. fuck me. Fill me with your cum.”

I was pounding into her now. She wanted me to cum in her so I was going to. While still in her I grabbed her legs and pushed them up so that her knees were beside her head.

“Oh my god. You fill me up even more this way. Fuck me, fuck me with your fat dick.”

I czech mega swingers porno started to piston in and out of her again. I felt my balls start to tighten up again and started to go faster.

“You want my cum in you?” I asked. “How bad do you want it? Tell me.”

“Oh …. Oh …. I want it …. I want it bad …. fuck me.”

“You want it bad?”

“Yyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss,” she screamed.

“Ok then here it is.” I slammed into her a few more times and then buried myself all the way in filling her with my cum.

When Carol felt me shooting in her, it sent her over the edge.

“Yyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss, fill me with your cum,” and then she started to shake again.

I started to pump her while I was cuming and she continued to scream and shake. After about 10 minutes Carol finally started to calm down. When she was calm enough I lowered her legs and laid on top of her with my dick still in her pussy.

“Damn bro, that felt good,” Carol said still breathing hard.

“Yes it was, but we need to rest for a little bit now.”

“Why? Are you all worn out and soft now?” Carol said laughing.

“Well, let me think for a minute,” I told her and then acted like I was thinking.

When Carol felt my dick start to get hard in her she got an evil grin on her face.

“Well, you stud,” she said laughing. “Let me see what I can do with that.”

Carol pushed me over still buried in her and than sat up on my dick. She put her hands on my chest and then started to ride me. I grabbed her bouncing tits and pinched her nipples. Carol leaned down will still bouncing on me so that her tits were in front of my face. I sucked one nipple on my mouth and started to run my tongue around it.

“Oh yes, suck my tit …. suck it. Bite my nipple.”

I did as she told and bite down on her nipple lightly.

“Bit me harder.” She started to ride me faster.

I bite down a little harder.

“Yes …. harder.” Carol was riding me like a wild bronco now.

I bite down as hard as I dared and then Carol slammed down on me and started to cum again. I felt her juices flood over my dick and balls. I was still hard as a rock and buried in her.

“Damn girl, are we going to keep this up all night.”

“We will as long as we can,” she managed to breathed out.

I wrapped my arms around her and let her lay on top of my chest. After about 5 minutes I felt her start to move up and down on me again. I rolled her off and pulled out. I put Carol on her stomach and picked her ass up in the air. She looked back at me and knew what was coming. I put my dick at the opening of her dripping pussy and easily pushed myself in. I then started to fuck her while her face was buried in the pillow. Carol was softly moaning and she had one hand busy massaging her clit. From her being so wet from all her juices I took a finger and inserted it into her ass with no problem. While I was fucking her pussy from behind I was fingering her ass. When I felt her ass was loose enough I inserted another finger.

“Oh that feels good. Fuck my ass Steve.”

“You want me to fuck your ass hun.”

“Yes, fuck me,” she begged.

“You want my big fat dick in your ass?”

“Yes, I want your dick in my ass and feel you fill me with your cum. Ppppppllllllllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeeeee,” she begged.

I took my dick and put it at her ass and pushed. When I had the head in I stopped and let Carol get use to the feel of it in her ass. Then I slowly started to push the rest of the way in. When I was buried in her ass, Carol started to shake and orgasm again. I then started to slowly fuck her ass. Carol had two fingers buried in her pussy and she was fingering herself while I was fucking her. Although I had already cum twice, I felt my balls tighten up. I reached around and joined her 2 fingers with 2 of mine in her pussy. With all the fingers in her pussy and me fucking her ass, she went over the edge again. When I felt her pussy lips grab our fingers, I buried myself in her ass and started to shot my load. Both of us screamed at the same time.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Carol collapsed on the bed and brought me down with her. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and hugged her. Carol brought my hands up to her mouth and kissed them.

“I love you Steve.”

“I love you too hun.”

After we caught out breaths and slept for a little bit, we woke and started all over again.

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Beth was a beautiful 22 year old woman. She was petite with waist length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her 36 C tits, tiny waist, and ass always got her the attention she craved. As she buttoned the thin white shirt over her white sheer bra she thought about the night ahead of her. She hadn’t been out in months and needed a night for herself. She needed a night of no rules, no limits. She needed to hunt. Not bothering with panties she pulled on her jeans and boots then headed out.

Anticipation grew as she drove to the club. By the time she got there her pussy was wet just thinking about getting fucked. She walked in and went the long way around to the bar, scanning the room as she went. There were a few guys she knew, but not very well.

With a beer in her hand she found a table so she could search for someone who might turn her on. About the time she finished her beer a guy asked her to dance. Accepting, he held her hand leading her to the dance floor. Dancing close it wasn’t long before his hand was on her ass. She let his hands roam for the next few songs before he asked if she wanted another beer.

“Sure,” she said and followed him to the bar.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” he said.

“I’ve been here a few times.”

“So where you from?” he asked.

“South,” her standard reply. “Where are you from?”

“New Braunfels. I’m here visiting my sister.”

Small talk bored her. She wanted action. Deciding to cut her losses she thanked him for the beer and headed towards czech experiment porno a guy that peaked her interest. Looking at his lean muscled body she could imagine him slipping his cock into her needy cunt.

She walked up to him and said, “Want to dance?”

He looked her up and down and then with a smile said, “Yeah.”

As they danced he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Beth. And you?”

“Bradley. You always this bold or what?”

“I’m bold when I see something I want. You don’t like bold girls?”

“I like bold just fine,” and then he kissed her.

As their tongues found each other his hands moved up and down her body, teasing her nipples and making her cunt ache. She could feel his dick stiffen as she rubbed it through his jeans. It would take little effort to get him to fuck her.

She said she wanted a smoke and another drink so they left the dance floor. She thought about him fucking her. Her pussy was slick as she thought about him sliding into her. She couldn’t wait much longer.

“Let’s go outside,” she said, pressing her lean body against him, feeling his still hard dick.

With a little smile he agreed.

They found an old round table on the side of the building in the dark under a tree. She sat down on top of the table with him standing between her spread legs.

His mouth was on hers, their tongues dueling. His hands moved up her body to her tits. He rubbed them through her thin shirt, making her moan. His lips traveled czech first porno video down her neck to the opening of her shirt. He undid the buttons, opening it so his mouth could find her tits. She leaned back, arching up towards him. As he was sucking and rubbing her big tits she reached for his dick. He was rock hard, his jeans tight across his bulging cock. Undoing his jeans she slipped a hand inside. Her long fingers wrapped around his long fat dick and began to stroke him. His hand moved down to the top of her jeans. Wanting this she leaned back so he could undo them. He tugged them down just enough so he could get his hand inside. As he fingered her warm wet cunt she stroked his cock faster.

She was about to cum when they heard voices. Someone was walking towards them. With a groan he stepped away and zipped his jeans. Whoever it was, they were close enough to see them if they looked that way.

“Come with me,” Bradley whispered and pulled her off the old table as she tugged her jeans up.

He led her around the corner of the building. In one quick move he had her pushed against the building. One hand on her tits, squeezing and pinching, the other hand slipping back into her still open jeans. She yanked his jeans down to grab his cock.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, kissing his neck.

He turned her around to face the building and pulled her jeans down. Hands against the building, she spread her legs as far apart as possible with her jeans around czech game porno her ankles. She moaned as she felt her pussy stretch wide as he slowly pushed into her. She pushed back against him, taking his cock deep inside cunt. With his hands on her waist he began to move in and out of her.

“Oh fuck yes,” She moaned.

Moving with him it didn’t take long before her body shuddered as she came. It wasn’t enough though. She needed more.

“More. Fuck me harder, deeper. Fuck me.” She couldn’t get enough. She begged him to not stop.

“You like this?” he growled in her ear. With each motion he pushed deeper in her cunt.

“Yes Yes Yes!”

She was nearly screaming now. Quickly he pulled out of her and spun her around. She grabbed his cock and guided it back into her dripping wet pussy. Her hands were on his shoulders, nail digging into his skin. He bit and sucked her tits while pounding into her cunt. Feeling his dick buried in her pussy, stretching her, pounding into her, made her cum again. Her knees weak, he held her up, pushing her against the wall as he rammed his cock balls deep into her. She felt his dick swell as he filled her with his cum.

He pulled out of her and kissed her neck softly before stepping back to pull up his jeans. He watched her quietly as she tugged her jeans up and redid the buttons on her shirt.

“Beth, there isn’t some jealous boyfriend or husband going to come looking for me later is there?”

She laughed and said no.

As she turned to walk away he grabbed her arm, stopping her. He stepped near and kissed her again. A long deep kiss. He made her want him again but she knew it was time to go. She had gotten what she went looking for. She eased out of his arms and walked away without looking back. The hunt was over and she was going home, satisfied and filled.

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Clare rolled to one side and her bare nipples brushed briefly and sensuously against the hair of a naked man’s chest. At first she thought nothing of it and almost rolled back, to face away as she normally did, but then she wondered.

Who was this man? And where was she?

She turned back with alarm and studied the figure sprawled next to her, one arm and one leg free of the sheet that covered him and a gently breathing mouth that faced towards her. His short hair was ruffled and he had a small ring through his nose.

Clare was still none the wiser.

She lay on her back and studied the ceiling and walls around her. This was definitely not her flat. No way would she have plastered it with so many pictures of semi-clad women featured on night club posters. Nor would she have dreamt of buying such a purely functional lampshade. And all those CDs cluttering up the surfaces of the utilitarian furniture!

This could only be a man’s bedroom.

Clare squeezed her eyes tight. She was definitely feeling ragged. She’d mixed too many drinks with too many drugs. Although she didn’t have that horrible nauseous feeling that often accompanied the morning after, she wasn’t feeling at her best.

She remembered going to the night club. But she couldn’t remember the name of it. Even though she had queued up for ages outside with Joanne, Phillippa and Louise. But once inside, with czech experiment porno the DJ caning the funky techno and hard dance, it became one disconnected blur of recollections. Most of her time, she was sure, was spent on the dance floor, gyrating, swivelling, stomping and sweating under the strobes, the E kicking in and the speed driving her faster and more delirious. And didn’t they snort some charlie earlier in the evening?

That was cool!

And between the dancing, the four girls sat together by the bar, swigging a few coolers and puffing at their ciggies. And giggling and chortling and shouting and measuring up the talent. Some good looking boys. But, be honest, after enough E, let alone the alcopops, a boy had to be fucking ugly not to look half-way decent.

And back on the floor, the four girls going their separate ways. Phillippa with the shaven-headed guy with the weird Maori tattoos. Louise and Joanne in a huddle with some guys who insisted they’d met them once at the Zap Club in Brighton.

Which was possible.

And Clare herself with the guy with the little goatee, the funny beret and the cool tee-shirt he’d got at Glastonbury that time. He was a fucking good dancer. And, as she soon established, not a bad kisser either, as they manoeuvred towards a pillar and got into some strenuous tongue-play.

So, was the bloke she czech first porno video was with the same guy?

She turned her head back to look at him.

No fucking way!

So how had she managed to hitch up with him?

And then it came back to her, fragments of memory coalescing bit by bit into a coherent picture.

It was when Clare was leaving. She had no idea what had happened to her three friends. They’d been with her and some boys and some other girls they’d met when they collected their coats from the cloakroom. But somehow outside, it was so confusing. Taxis everywhere. People sponging ciggies. Bouncers standing with their arms folded outside the club.

“You want this taxi?” asked a guy, as one drew up to the kerb.

And Clare looked him up and down. Fuck! He was better than nothing, she must have thought. If she’d thought much about anything at all. And anyway she was still out of it.

“Yeah! Why not?”

“Where’re you going?” he asked as they sat together on the back seat.

“Coffee on offer?” Clare slurred.

“Yeah, right!” he said, quite clearly as beyond clear thought as she was.

And then back, somehow, and here there was a total blank, to this flat somewhere in the city. Or not so complete a blank. She remembered his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her breasts and her hand on his trousers. Just czech game porno making sure!

Then in his flat. No coffee, mind you. Just a frantic fumble as her clothes and his slid away and the two were on top of each other. There was sweat. There were some helpful poppers. There was a bit of tongue-play below as Clare toked on a joint he’d skinned up and he burrowed his head between her legs, his tongue twiddling on the little clit ring she’d bought in Ibiza.

And then, but thankfully not straight away, the inevitable fucking.

But was it good?

Probably.

And did she take precautions?

Well, the pill would handle the obvious worry, but she remembered guiltily, and cursed herself, nothing to guard herself the other concerns. Shit! After that Chlamydia and that bout of gonorrhoea hadn’t she learnt anything?

Obviously not!

Shit! Another month probing around with a mirror. Perhaps another visit to the clinic. Another month when she’d have to confess to Paul that she’d done what she shouldn’t have done.

Clare sighed deeply.

“Wassup?” asked the guy beside her.

Clare smiled. Should she ask him whether he had caught anything? As if he’d tell her if he had!

“Fine,” she replied.

And then she noticed that despite his hangover, which bleared his eyes and left his mouth drooping in a moronic way, like most men he was blessed with a morning stiffy.

She placed a hand on his erect penis and gently squeezed it between her forefinger and thumb.

“Fine,” she repeated. “Bit hung over. But nothing that this can’t cure!”

Fuck it! If she was going to the clinic again, she might as well make sure it was for something she could remember.

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It was autumn. Not just the fall, but Indian summer too; one of those perfect set of days, when it was not too cold and the humidity remained low. It was my favorite time of the year. Mom’s too, and since I live in a pretty part of New England, with the foliage in full flourish, I invited her out to my place.

I wanted to get her out. Not just out to visit me, but out of her apartment, out of the City; and out of her depression about dad dying of bone cancer six months ago. And I wanted to get her in. Into my new digs, into my bed, into the satin sheets I had bought for her coming. I wanted to get into her, into her body. Yes, I had planned to seduce my mother.

The satin sheets were just part of my master plan. It was not nefarious, not too much anyway. I had prepared everything for her stay, as if the Queen were making a regal visit. Her favorite foods, wines, (and another intoxicant she had not experienced in some time), a royal treat of a super bubble bath, a new gown for dining out and matching shoes.

It wasn’t her birthday or any special occasion. These were just my machinations to lift her out of her funk and into a romantic mood, out of her shell and into my arms, into my bed and out of her skull with ecstasy. My older sister advised me on some things, but she had no idea I was making ready to turn mom’s world on its ear and spin her on a different axis. It might have been an evil plot if it was not done in love, but love and lust were my motivations; so while it might have been naughty to contemplate, it was noble to provide happiness again to the woman I loved most.

Not that I hadn’t wanted to have sex with my mom since I was at least out of junior high. But with one thing and another, pop’s illness and some distance between the City and the cottage I rented on an estate in the ritzy area of the Connecticut suburbs, her schedule etc., I had to wait for the right time. When dad died, she stopped most of her clubs and other organizations, events, charities. She was well off, but the empty nest in the high tower was lonely and she grew more insulated and withdrawn.

This was to be her new coming out gala. Though it would be only herself and I, I wanted her to come out of her hiding. The way I thought I could crack the shell was with a good old fashion screwing. But to instigate that intimacy, that incident of incest, I knew I had to prime the perfect conditions for that outcome. Thus Operation Satin Seduction was set in motion.

I picked her up at the Cos Cob train station, about a ten minute drive from where I lived. I had the guest cottage on a water front estate. The place was set back from the road, lovely grounds which had a caretaker to see after the property. The owners were in Europe and they would winter in Palm Beach, so I wouldn’t see them until after Easter. The caretaker had a home about a quarter mile away. Fortunately he was good about plowing snow, so I was told. I had only been there about two months.

I presented mom with the new dress for going to the restaurant that evening. She was delighted, the shoes made a big hit too. Her Highness was wearing the low-cut gown I had bought, an orange and yellow and tan pattern that went with the season. After a changing at my semi-posh digs, we dined at the Hound’s Tooth. An establishment with an English club atmosphere, refined decoration and prices fit for a king. Princely sums were needed to pay the check; I hocked the crown to take her on the town. The ‘family jewels’ would be needed for other pleasures later. We made the meal leisurely and relaxed and laughed a lot as we shared.

When we got back it was a bit late and mom was tucked out, so she decided to turn in. I explained that I would sleep on the couch and she was to have my king size bed. With the golden satin sheets. I explained to her that they were brand new and had just been put on that morning in her honor. There was one caveat, she had to sleep ‘in the raw’, nude in other words. That was the rule, satin sheets were meant to be slept in naked, no exceptions. It said so, I claimed, in the small print on the linen tags. Mom didn’t dispute my authority on the matter, even though we both knew I was spouting malarkey.

That was a good sign, that I seemed to have the dominate role in my own domicile. I also didn’t intend to sleep many nights on the sofa while mom was up for the week. But that I kept to myself. I arranged everything for her convenience, made sure she was taken care of, with towels and all the amenities that I could think of, like at a fancy hotel. No mini-bar, but the liquor cabinet in the kitchen was well stocked with her favorite booze. She chose a glass of sherry to have for her nightcap. Then she went inside the room and closed the door.

Myself, I usually wear sports-shorts for a robe, as was my habit for years, since I was fourteen. (However, I sleep au naturel.) When I heard no more of her moving about, after a few minutes, I knocked on the door. “Are you under the covers?” I called out. She replied czech casting porno in the affirmative. I entered and went and sat on the edge of the expansive mattress. Mom was covered from her neck down, swathed in shimmering bronze, a sea of satin. “How is it?” I asked.

“Ooo! It feels like I’m in water, but I stay dry. It’s so slippery and slick and smooth and cool and sensuous! God I love it! Why didn’t your father and I ever get a set? Never mind that, it’s very thoughtful for you to have made the special effort to make the bed with your brand new sheets for me. Have you tried them yet?”

“No, mom. You’re the first to be in them. You might say they were virginal until you slipped in.”

“So a naked lady has taken the innocence of these erotic bedclothes?”

“So you are in the altogether under the linens, like I told you to be?”

“Mmm hmm,” she murmured.

I leaned forward and whispered, “Good! I wanted you to have sweet dreams and a wonderful restful time while you’re here. Would you like me to give you a back-rub before I go?”

“That would be delicious! I’d love one.”

Mom turned toward me as she rolled over to be on her tummy. In doing so the sheets were raised slightly and I got a glimpse of her breasts. The sweet teats of my maternal parent, who had suckled me as an infant, were full and firm with surprising small bright pink round nipples, for such a buxom bounty. But it did prove that at least she was topless, though I took it on faith there were no panties either on her flesh.

She settled on her stomach and I ran my hand over her back on top of the sheet. The satin made my hand slide easily over her muscles and I kneaded some of the places I was sure were tense. She moaned her contentment, like a cat purrs when stroked. I didn’t try any hanky-panky that evening, just allowed her to drift off. The next night the seduction would be in full swing.

I retreated when I her hear breathing soft and regular. I didn’t masturbate, as I wanted to keep my spunk for the following eve’s enjoyment. But I did review what I had seen of mom. The quick glance at her ta-tas was excellent. The form under the slinky coverings was still svelte and her hips while wide were not fat, just mature. Her legs had been shown to good advantage in the dress and heels I had given her, she was still the glamorous bride dad had married twenty-five years ago.

The next day was bright and sunny and warm, perfect for foliage sightseeing. I took a personal day from work and we drove north along the back roads that were a spectacular riot of multicolored leaves. The windows were down and occasionally the perfume from burning leaves scented the air. Mom suggested that we take cameras, and we bought a couple of disposables to snap scenes for our memories later. We lunched at a park in Litchfield on sandwiches from a deli. I warned her that I was cooking that evening, she should save her appetite.

As we walked along the edge of the park’s pond, we held hands and acted more like a pair of chums, than mother and son. Mom expressed her joy at being in the country and with my company. I hugged her and gave her a kiss. Our family lip-kisses between members, it only meant that we were close, nothing sexual; until I gave her a squeeze and a smooch there under a brilliant red maple tree. Testing the waters, I Frenched her.

She laughed, afterward, “Watch it mister!” she admonished, “I might get the wrong idea and think your father’s ghost has come back!”

“Do I remind you of dad, when he was my age?”

“The spitting image, right down to your feet. He wore those same sort of Wallabies shoes.”

“And what would you do if it was dad, in ectoplasmic form?”

“If he could kiss me, he can touch me, like in that old movie with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore? If that was so, I’d drag him behind some bushes and make him ball me until I almost couldn’t walk. I haven’t hit menopause yet and I’m totally horny!” she laughed some more. Our family was never shy about sex, we believed in open and honest talk about our feelings. While this statement was neither out of line for the direct approach we took to discussing such matters, nor could it be interpreted as a come on, obviously it was of a great deal of interest to me considering my plans for the week.

When we arrived home mom sat in the kitchen with a glass of white wine and watched as I made baked squab, buttered baby beans, and made our family’s ‘Special Tators’ (mashed potatoes with sour-cream and cream-cheese mixed in). It was a novelty for her to see her son cook. I enjoyed the companionship as I puttered about with the pots and pans. Mom was loosening up, and I had a special desert already made that would be instrumental in completing her relaxation.

We went to the living room to wait for the timer to ding and dinner to be done to perfection. After some small talk about the wonderful day we had, I broached the topic of my next surprise. “What do you think of the bathroom?”

“BATH-room czech couples porno is right, I’m astonished that they found space for the toilet, the tub is so huge! For a small cottage, though it is more of a house than cabin, it is quite unusual to have such well appointed facilities. What’s with that?”

“The original owner was a plumber and liked to have his professional creative flair on display. Not unlike the masons who do their walls, sidewalks and gardens and driveways all in brick. Also, there was something to do with this building having been the honeymoon and getaway lodge for several of their friends and family during the summers. The place has been winterized now though. That humongous tank surrounded by the blue tiles is going to be another treat I have planned for you tonight. I bought your favorite bubble-bath, lilac scented, and after dinner, you are going to soak until your skin is like a raisin!

“Can I have a glass of sherry too?”

“Absolutely! I am planning to wait on you hand and foot.”

“There’d better be plenty of suds, if you are going to be the lavatory butler!” We both laughed. But did that remark mean I would be allowed in the room to bring her a drink? That would be unusual; the only time our clan generally invaded another’s bathroom time was to bring a fresh towel from the linen closet for somebody if they forgot. That might afford me another peek at her ta-tas perhaps. I decided that I would take it as a casual invitation, I could always retreat if indicated, and I certainly would knock first before entering.

DING! Went the bell and dinner was ready to be served. I did a fair job, the birds were only slightly overdone and the beans just needed a touch of milk to moisten them up. But the piece de resistance was the mousse. Not just a chocolate mousse, but a choco-mocha concoction with cinnamon (a touch of melted red-hots) and a special secret ingredient. I warned mom before she had a bite.

“Mom, I know you smoked pot when you were in college . . .”

“Huh! Those were heady days, when I was a like the “Banger Sisters”; a ‘head’ – of my times, so to speak.” She chuckled at her pun.

“Well I have taken the liberty of spiking the mousse with hash-oil. You won’t taste it, but you will get buzzy in time for your bath. I had to make a special trip to the Village to make the connection.”

“I hope you didn’t buy it from some street kid!”

“No, I know a guy, grad student, who lives near Washington Square. He can get most anything, but this took some doing as it is not so available as it was twenty years ago.”

“And you made momma marijuana mocha mousse because?”

“Things of a sensuous nature are more sensual stoned on pot, don’t you think? Since you don’t smoke anymore, I figured this was the best way for you to ingest the THC to get high before you luxuriated in the warm water, until well raisin-ed.”

“I have enough wrinkles on my old body, but if I’m stoned I won’t care.”

You’re not so old, you’re young at heart, and your body is still a hottie. As for wrinkles, I’d have to check that out thoroughly before I concurred.”

“How complete an examination do you want to do? Are you a licensed wrinkle inspector? Is that service complimentary?”

“Totally free for our first class guest, I’m confident that after studying your skin in detail, I will be quite complimentary about the beautiful sexy physique you have.”

“STOP!” She barked out with a laugh, “You’ll turn my head before I’m even buzzed! I’m anxious to try your dessert; I want to be really mellow for my bubble-bath.”

We ate the dark wild pudding of my unique recipe, it was very good, not too bitter, but to cut that I had a raspberry liqueur in small glasses and ice water was at hand. Afterward we cleaned up and stuck the leftovers away, the dishes and pots in the dishwasher. We retreated to the living room for more liqueur, awaiting the buzz to kick in. Soon mom began to giggle. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning expression.

“I was just remembering the last time your father and I were stoned. We had that trip to the Poconos?”

“The second honeymoon trip?”

“More like a third or fourth, but who counts after the second? Anyway, your dad scored from the office gopher. Actually he confiscated the kid’s joints when he found the guy on the roof doing a doobie. The kid was scared he was going to be fired. Your pop told him that if he gave up his stash and promised not to do it anymore on the premises, he would keep mum. We were going on the trip in a week and he knew that I would get a kick out of doing a few joints in a safe environment. We sucked a couple of jays before getting in the heart shaped hot-tub and then we proceeded to fuck our brains out.”

I had surmised that was the circumstances from the conversation’s parameters, but it was interesting to hear the details, or at least a summary of them. OH! To be a mini-cam in that plush place of erotic czech estrogenolit porno activity when they got busy, a fly on the wall if you will. In fact, just imagining it was getting me hard. AHH! The dope was beginning to affect the head and gonads. I hoped that mom was getting the same reaction.

“Thinking of that time makes me smile . . .” she paused “. . . and horny too!” She snorted a guffaw, “I’m catching the buzz now, I guess.” She turned her head slowly to the left and then the right. “I always have the most interesting sensation in my neck when I get stoned, it doesn’t want to be straight, but to turn to one side or another. Do you ever feel that?”

“Well, PART of my anatomy actually wants to get – straight, if you catch my drift?”

“Is that log – driftwood?”

“It would be a floating woodie in the bathtub.”

Mom nearly choked at that while sipping of the last of her alcohol, “Well don’t let it drift toward your old mom!” I was unsure of what that meant, exactly, but it sounded like an interesting situation, if we were to bathe together. But that was for later, maybe – still, I would not turn down an invitation tonight if mom asked me to join her for a wash (and maybe more?).

“Mom, let me draw your bath. Why don’t you get changed into your robe, pour yourself any libation you care for and come to the ‘palais du lilac’ when you’re ready.” She nodded and fifteen minutes later arrived with a tumbler of her sherry and dressed in a satin dressing gown. The tub had a little ways to go though it was filling rapidly. That plumber knew his water pressure! She sat on the little chair that was in the room and I on the lid of the john. We were close in the crowded quarters. We chatted about the next day. I would be dropped off to work so mom could have use of my car. She wanted to see if Greenwich Avenue lived up to its reputation as the ‘Rodeo Drive’ of the East. As if she couldn’t go along Fifth Avenue in NYC anytime she wanted to descend from her Park Ave address!

Then the water was ready. Deep, warm – but not too hot, suds as high as half a foot across the whole expanse of the oversize tub or small swimming pool (I don’t think you could quite do laps). Mom raised her eyebrows at me to signal my exit. As I did a thought crossed my mind, I dearly wished I had the idea of hiding a mini-cam for the event. I admit, even if I succeeded in my seduction, it would be something to have as a keepsake of her visit. And I could watch it after she had gone back home. Outside the door I was struck by another thought of how to return and maybe get some glimpses of her creamy skin.

I secured the bottle of sherry and knocked on the closed door. “Bathroom butler, Madam, freshen your drink?” I called. She said yes, I could enter. She was already in the water, bubbles nearly to her chin. I went in, closing the door quickly to prevent any draft. I reached over and poured the ruby liquid so her glass was three quarters full once more.

“Thank you, Jeeves. Please give my compliments to the chef for his delicious dinner this evening – especially for the most unique dessert!”

“He will be pleased it met with your approval, Madam.” I turned to go out, slightly disappointed that I had been so enthusiastic with the suds that nearly all of mom was hidden by bubbles.

However, before I exited she said, “Your father always loved to wash my back, when he was . . .” she turned and presented her back to me, rising slightly out of the water, hardly trying to cover her full knockers with her arms, “Well, would you like to take over your father’s duties?” I nodded casually, as I thought to myself, (‘In more ways than one, mom!’).

But I was chaste in my soaping of her shoulders and down her back. I even was a good boy, stopping before the crack of her ass. Not even straying to the pout of her tits that bulged out under her crossed arms. I realized that by looking at the mirror I could catch the twin beauties from a better angle, and see more flesh. Suddenly I became aware that mom was looking at me checking out her charms. She smiled at my obvious voyeurism, “Boys will be boys,” I heard her murmur under her breath. A bit embarrassed at having been so blatant in my ogling, I finished my lathering and went to prepare the next little benefit for the monarch of my heart.

There were no towels in the lav, I had set some out in her room, but none were stocked in the place they were needed. Well, after all, I was trying to seduce my mother. But it was a devious plan, since I put her towels in the clothes dryer to warm them up. Hence, when she was ready to dry off (though I was working on getting her wet between her legs and getting her off) I would be there with toasty terrycloth. Another perk at the Sonny Motel and Spa, what would I think of next? I changed finally into my sports-shorts and a tee shirt.

What I hadn’t anticipated was mom’s thirst. “Babe! Darling!!” she called. I knocked before entering, but without waiting to be asked in. After all she was calling me, and I did hope to catch a glimpse of some skin – of a personal nature, mom’s mammeries or more! No luck as her titties were well covered by the froth. “Sweetheart, could you bring your wrinkly-raisiny mommy a beer, dear boy? And bring something for yourself, this is nice, but I want some company.”

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I was a bit of a quivering wreck and had sat between Mum and Dad on the sofa to calm down a bit. I couldn’t help myself from fondling Dad’s soft and sticky penis while Mum, feeling guilty, ran her fingers through my hair.

Mum told me a little of how she and Dad had met partying and had carried it on after they had got married. When they had me things got a little more awkward and they had to scale back their own hosting but carried on in other people’s houses. The others from their man group were very understanding and were more than happy hosting themselves.

Every few sentences she felt the need to apologise to me. I tried to reassure both Mum and Dad that I was fine. I loved them both very much and I wouldn’t become a basket case just because we’d broken a big taboo and had sex. It didn’t stop her though.

I told Mum I needed to have a shower but I’d be back down to discuss what had happened more fully. I needed to find some way of telling them that I had actually got very worked up by having sex with them and I wanted more.

As I stood under the shower washing Daddy’s cum off my tits little visions came back to me. Mums hand as it caressed my full breasts; her tongue on my nipples; the feel of Dad’s full erection in my hands.

My soapy hands ran down over my breasts and I gently squeezed both nipples that were already erect. I soaped down over my tummy and my hand slipped between my legs. Eager fingers sought out my clit and I rubbed it revelling in the little electric shocks as endorphins flooded my brain. My other hand joined in and I started to finger my slippery pussy. The water cascaded down over my head and face and I quickly brought myself off.

More, I wanted more and I had an idea.

I stumbled out of the shower and quickly dried myself and headed to my room. I opened my wardrobe and clothes were flying all over the room as I rummaged for what I was looking for.

Ten minutes later I emerged from my bedroom in the perfect attire and headed down the stairs.

I went into the living room. Mum and Dad were on the sofa with their bath robes on, drink in hand whispering to each other.

“Where’s Dan and Julie?” I asked trying to get their attention.

They looked around and I almost laughed. Dad’s jaw dropped and Mum’s eyes widened like saucers.

A stunned silenced ensued while they took in my ultra short skirt, tight white blouse that you could see my bra through and little white Sunday school shoes. My still wet hair, I’d tied in bunches.

I hadn’t worn these clothes since I was at school and now, at 22, I had filled out a little and there were much tighter and shorter than they were then.

I walked over and stood in front of Dad. From the level he was at he would have clearly been able to see my little white knickers. From the look on his face he could.

“Dan and Julie decided it was best they leave us to sort this out.” Replied Mum looking at Dad’s face.

“Sort what out, Mummy?” I asked innocently, turning around and bending over to pick a glass up from the table. I heard Dad groan quietly.

I turned back around and had a little sip of the wine in the glass.

Looking at Mum I said. “It doesn’t matter. I’m ok with it.” Then I added. “Daddy, are you looking up my skirt?”

Dad reddened and tried his best to look away. He just couldn’t. He mumbled something.

“John, you should answer her. Can you see up her skirt. Can you see her knickers?” Demanded Mum.

“I can’t really see them properly, Elisabeth.” Answer Dad eventually.

“Do you want to see them, John?” Mum asked.

He mumbled again.

“You should answer Mummy.” I scolded. “Do you want me to pull my skirt up and show you my knickers, Daddy?”

He mumbled something again which sounded positive and I looked at Mum. She just nodded.

I stood right in front of Daddy, more over him really and hiked my skirt up to the waist.

I heard Daddy gasp and felt his eyes burning into my crotch. He was getting very aroused.

He wasn’t the only one. I saw Mum squeeze her legs together and I knew I was getting very wet and it wouldn’t be long before it became obvious.

I took another sip of my wine and deliberately let some spill down the bareback studios porno front of my blouse.

“Ooops.” I said as I rubbed at the spillage that was right over my left nipple.

Daddy tore his eyes from my knickers and watched as I softly rubbed my finger tips over my hardening nipple.

“Do you think Daddy wants to see my bottom, Mummy?” I asked trying to keep them on their toes.

Mum was also mesmerised looking at my wandering fingers. She turned to Dad and asked him. “Do you want Sarah to bend over and show you her bum, John?” Her throat was dry and her voice strangely husky.

Dad simply nodded and I smiled.

I turned around and put my glass back on the table bending over to do so. My knickers were already tight and when I bent over I felt them pull between my bum cheeks.

“Do you like my bum, Daddy?” I asked, looking back at him.

Dad was still in a suspended state of shock, I think. He said very little but his face could be read like a book.

“You always were a pretty girl, Sarah.” Added Mum. “Look at his lap; you’ve made him very stiff.”

I looked down and saw his swelling under his robe. He had his hand in his lap trying to keep it covered up.

I looked back at Mum. Her hand had slipped inside her robe and she was touching her breast with one hand. The other was between her legs now. I smiled at her and she smiled shyly back.

“It’s lovely watch you touch, Mum.” I said simply.

She looked at me and opened her legs for me so I could watch her as she stroked herself through her knickers. She looked back at Dad.

“Kiss her bum, John.” She almost breathed it.

He leaned forward and I wriggled back with my bum almost touching his face.

“Can you smell me Daddy?” I asked provocatively.

I could hear him breath in deeply taking in my feminine aroma.

“Touch her, John.” Moaned Mum, her fingers working hard against her pussy.

I felt Dad’s hand follow my thighs up and clasp either side of my bottom. Then he buried his face in my knickers, his nose in the crease and I felt his lips against my bum as he kissed me through the material. My tummy turned over with excitement as he made contact.

One of my legs was between his and I could feel his hardness. As he worked his face against my bum I could feel him start to rub himself against my leg.

I looked back at Mum. She was openly masturbating as she watched. Her robe was open and she had pulled one big floppy breast out and was playing with her nipple as the other hand sawed up and down her pussy.

“Dad’s very hard now, Mum. He’s rubbing his big stiff prick on my leg.” I told her.

I looked down between her legs where she was rubbing herself. He knickers had darkened around her pussy and I could tell she was very wet. Dad’s tongue was pressing into my knickers from behind. Whether he knew it or not he was pressing it around my asshole and it was getting me very aroused. I slipped a hand between my own legs and pressed it against my pussy. I was soaking wet.

“I think you better take my pants down Dad. I’m making these very wet.” I told him.

He stopped licking me for a moment and looked round at Mum.

“It’s ok John. Take them off for her. Take them off so you can see her naked pussy.”

I could feel Dad’s hands shaking as he reached up and grasped the waistband of my knickers. Slowly he pulled them down as if it were a delicate operation he was performing, gradually revealing my bum and pussy to his hungry eyes.

Eventually they reached my ankles and I kicked them off. I bent over with my legs slightly apart so he could clearly see everything. I slipped my hand down between my legs and used my fingers to open my pussy lips.

“Look Daddy. See how wet you’ve made me.” I gave him a second to take it all in then said. “Lick me, Daddy.”

Pushing my bum back in his face he leaned forward again and I felt his tongue worm between my slick lips and start slurping on my dripping juices. I let out a low moan that told him just how much I was enjoying his attentions.

I gathered myself a little and looked back at Mum. She had pushed her hand down inside her knickers, touching herself.

“Take czech amatör porno your knickers off, Mum.” I told her. “I want to watch you finger your naked pussy while Dad licks my cunt.”

I watched as she stood up shakily and slipped off her knickers. It was the first time I remembered seeing her naked. She kept her pussy nicely trimmed and her prominent lips glistened with her juices.

She sat back down on the sofa and raised one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread wide. Her hand immediately went down between her legs and she sunk two fingers up her excited hole.

“Like this, Sarah?” She groaned. “Do you want to watch me finger myself while your Daddy does nasty rude things to you?”

It was so deliciously naughty. I felt Dad’s tongue flick against my bum as I ground back against him.

“Yes, Mum. Just like that.”

I looked back at Dad and down into his lap. His erection was still covered by his robe as he humped it against my leg. Mum saw me looking.

“Shall I make him pull it our for you, Sarah?” She asked.

I giggled a bit and said. “ Can I get it out please, Mum?”

I could see Mum liked me talking like this so I whispered. “I will make him stand up and you can watch me take it out.”

Dad was a bit wobbly so Mum helped him out of the sofa. He looked quite a picture as his face was glistening with my cum. I knelt down in front of him and making sure Mum was watching slowly pulled aside his robe. I looked at the straining erection, the big purple head and the pulsing veins. Then I looked up at him.

“Daddy, I like your prick. It’s a lovely big prick.”

He looked down at me and for the first time his serious, worried look disappeared and he smiled and gave my bunches a little tug.

I took hold of his prick and jiggled it up and down. The top of it was pointed right at my blouse.

I looked over and Mum and gave her an approving smile as I watched her touch herself. She had removed her bra and robe and was completely naked. Everything just seems so right and so naughty.

I knew my dirty talking was driving her on so I continued.

“We’ll have to be careful with your prick throbbing like that, Daddy or you may cum over my blouse.”

Mum groaned and joined in. “Be careful John or you’ll cum all over your little girl’s blouse.”

I looked at Mum and giggled. I was 22 years of age, 5ft 9 inches tall, a rounded but fit figure and adorned with a lovely big pair of breasts. A little girl was a bit rich.

“I am your little girl, Daddy. Do you still love your little girl?”

“Oh yes, you are my lovely little girl.” He gasped in reply.

I looked up at Daddy, smiling. “Lovely Daddy, but Mum is right. You mustn’t spunk over your little girl’s tits.”

I paused for effect and licked some clear cum off the end of his prick which made him jolt.

“No Daddy. I want your spunk inside me this time.”

I heard a little ‘ooh’ from Mum as I said it and I turned to look at her. Her fingers were working hard inside her pussy and I could clearly hear the squidgy, sloppy sounds of her juices. They were also spread all over her inner thighs.

“Oh, god yes, John. I want to watch you fuck our daughter.”

I continued to talk to Mum as I undid my blouse. Dad had become more animated now and knelt down slightly behind me and helped me slip the blouse off my shoulders. Then he unclipped my bra and eased it off too cupping my big firm boobs as he did so.

“Are you sure, you want this Elisabeth?” He asked Mum.

“Oooh yes.” She moaned. “More than anything. I want to watch you fuck Sarah and cum up inside her.”

Mum was close to bringing herself off now.

“So you want to watch Daddy put his big stiff cock up inside my tight little cunt, Mum, and watch as he pushes it in and out?” I teased.

I felt Dad’s hand slip over my bottom and down the crease. He was getting very turned on too. I poked my bum out inviting his fingers to slip between the folds of my ever so wet pussy.

He didn’t disappoint me. His fingers slipped and slid around in my juices enjoying the feeling. Then I felt two fingers press against my hole and he worked them slowly into my open vagina.

“I czech bitch porno think you’re going to cum, Mum.”

“Oooh, ooh, yes darling. I’m very close.”

“Are you thinking about Daddy’s big pole pushing up inside me?”

“Uh huh.” Was all she could manage.

“Daddy’s pushing his fingers into my cunt right now, Mum. It feels very nice but I think his prick will feel much better.”

“Oooh baby, yesss, uh uh, fuck, I’m cumming.” She howled as she brought herself over the edge.

I nearly came myself watching her. Her hips bucked up against her invading fingers and her other hand punished her nipples and fat tits. I pushed back against Dad’s fingers and could feel them slurping around in my wet hole.

It took several minutes as we watched Mum finish and slowly calm down. She looked exhausted.

I crawled over to where she was sitting and brushed the matted hair away from her perspiring forehead. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first then slightly opening my mouth I eased my tongue inside hers. We kissed for a couple of minutes and then I backed away.

“I loved watching you cum, Mum. I loved the thought you were cumming thinking about me and Dad fucking.”

“I loved doing it for you, Sarah. It was a lovely cum.” She paused for a second, looked at Dad, then turned back to me.

“Here, lie your head in my lap and let Dad make love to you. I think he’ll explode if he has to wait any longer.”

I laughed and wriggled around until I was on my back on the sofa with my head in her lap. It was easy to reach up and fondle her big wobbly breasts while I spread my legs wide.

I looked up at Dad and simply said. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

Mum’s hands slipped down and she idly played with my big firm breasts as Dad got between my legs. He supported himself on one arm while he guided his stiff cock towards my pussy.

I reached down and took over, leading his big purple cock head and placing it at the entrance of my hole.

“I’m ready Daddy. Push your lovely big prick up my pussy.”

He looked deep into my eyes and pushed forward relishing every sensation. Mum’s hand tightened against my breast as she watched Dad slowly push his cock up me and I gasped out loud at the delicious stretching of my pussy.

Dad grunted as my pussy gripped his solid prick. He was immensely gentle, treating me like a china doll: I wanted, needed more .. beast. He was giving me barely half his length and wanted it all.

When he pulled back I wrapped my legs around his bottom and used them to pull him deep. He was taken aback and I caught him off balance. He pummelled into me with a slap that made me cry out loud with passion.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling.” He whimpered.

Mum understood my plight and came to my aid.

“I think she wants to be fucked, John. Fuck our little girl hard.”

“Yes, Daddy. Treat me like your little slut. Fuck your lovely big cock into me and make me scream.” I added.

Dad first looked at Mum, then at me. He saw my need in my eyes and renewed his attack on my desperate pussy. He started slamming into me and making my boobs bounce. His groin mashed into mine with every powerful down-stroke and I started to cry out.

“Oh god, yes, Daddy. Yesss. Fuck me, fuck your little girl’s cunt.”

“Oh fuck, baby. This is so wrong: So fucking good.”

I felt Mum’s leg shift from under my head as she spread her legs. I knew she was touching herself watching Dad power his big thick prick into my squelching hole.

Dad was panting now and gritting his teeth. I knew he was close but I wanted to cum with him. I was almost there.

“Hold on Daddy, I’m almost cumming. I want you to cum with me. Nearly … there .. Daddy …. Nearly … oh my god, oh ,y god, oh my god .. yesssss.” I squealed.

“Oh John. Squirt up her cunt. Spray her insides.” Shouted Mum.

Dad groaned deeply with his prick buried deep inside me. I could feel it pulse and jerk as he spunked off. His grinding against my clit kept me orgasming for what seemed like minutes until our joined bodies slowly stopped spasming.

“Oh Daddy, that was wonderful.” I gushed.

“I love you, Sarah. We both do, so much.” Breathed Dad.

As Dad’s prick softened and slipped out of me Mum reached down and I felt her fingers slip inside my pussy. I looked at her quizzically.

“Mum likes to do that.” Explained Dad. “She likes to feel my cum inside.”

Each to their own, I thought. She can do that as much as she wants as long as Dad keeps putting it there.

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