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Rebecca was early. She called his cell phone to see if they were still meeting. He assured her they were. He had hit traffic but was almost there. Her stomach was doing somersaults thinking about the night ahead of her. She was nervous, yet excited at the same time. She had known Mike for about a month now. They had emailed and talked regularly. She had joined an on line dating service, never really intending to meet anyone, just to see what was out there. She met Mike and they had hit if off immediately. He wasn’t like most of the guys on there who had sent her pictures of their cocks and asked if she was ready to suck it.

They had chatted at first, learning a bit about each other. Then had exchanged pictures and talked on the phone. Finally they had webcamed, Rebecca watching him as he stroked his cock and cumming all over his big hands for her. It didn’t take her long to decide to meet him. She felt comfortable with him.

And tonight, they were going to meet for the first time. She looked at herself again in the visor mirror. Minimal make-up, artfully applied, not a hair out of place. She hoped Mike liked her. Without even meeting yet, she hoped he would want to see her again.

Her pussy had been wet all day thinking about tonight. Hell, whenever she thought about him, she creamed her panties. She had been on edge all week waiting for today to get here. Her phone rang, startling her.

“Hello?”

“Rebecca, it’s Mike.”

“Hi.”

“Hey, where are you parked, I’m pulling in now.”

“In the back.”

“Oh, hey, there you are.”

Rebecca smiled nervously as his blue car rounded the hotel.

“Ok, let’s hang up since I’m here.” He said with a laugh.

Rebecca switched off her phone and climbed from her car. She watched him get out and walk around to greet her.

“Well, finally.” He said, a big smile splitting his face.

“Hi.” She managed, trying to fight the smile that always appeared when she was nervous.

“Nervous?”

“Very.”

He held his hand out to her, “Hi Rebecca, I’m Mike M-“

Rebecca placed her small fingers over his lips.

“No last names.”

He smiled and kissed her fingers.

“All right. How about a hello kiss then?” He leaned in close and brushed his lips against hers.

Rebecca kissed him quickly and pulled away.

“Come on, let’s go get our room.”

With a hand at her back, Mike guided her down the walkway, his hand dipping underneath her jacket to fondle her ass. Rebecca scooted away. Mike laughed.

“I’m glad you’re tall.” She said as they waited for the hotel clerk to appear.

Rebecca took a moment to study him then. He was at least 6 foot, maybe taller. Broad shoulders and stocky, just how she liked her men. His head was smoothly shaven and a start of a goatee framed his mouth. His eyes were dark and smiling at her.

“You’re tall too. Taller than I thought.”

He got the card key and they walked silently to the room. Once inside, Mike took off his jacket and helped Rebecca with hers. The room was small. A large, king size bed filled it, leaving just enough room for a chair, table and TV stand.

“Still nervous?”

“Yes.”

“At any moment, if you feel this isn’t right or you don’t want to continue, just say so and it ends. Okay?”

Rebecca nodded. Mike moved to stand before her. His hands went to her hips as he lowered his head, his lips brushing over hers, again and again.

“Kiss me Rebecca.” He whispered against her lips.

Rebecca parted her lips and pressed them against his. They were warm and soft. She met his tongue with her own when it licked at her lips. Slowly, her hands crept up his chest and settled around his broad shoulders.

“Hmmmm.” His mouth covered hers, over and over, the kiss deepening.

His hands went to her tits, kneading and squeezing, his thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples. His hands traveled down her sides and around her back to the low riding waist band of her slacks. His fingers dipped inside to skim her satin panties.

“Rebecca.” He said pulling back and looking down at her.

“Yes?”

“I want to see your tits.”

Rebecca smiled and reached for the hem of her shirt. With Mike’s help, she pulled it free. His big hands covered her large tits, encased in black satin. Her nipples were pebble hard. His fingers found them and tweaked then through the fabric. His hands moved to the thin straps, pulling each one down and exposing her generous tits to his gaze. Her bra was soon discarded along side her shirt on the floor.

“Nice.” He said, seemingly mesmerized by the bare sight of them. His head dipped and he licked each nipple, giving special attention to the right, pierced one.

He looked up at her as he laved and sucked her nipples. Rebecca was held by his gaze. Her hands went to his head and stroked the smoothness of it. Mike straightened and pulled off his own shirt. He pulled her close, and pressed her tits against his hair covered chest, his lips claiming hers once more in a deep kiss.

Rebecca held him close to her as well, she rubbed her sensitive nipples over his smooth chest hair. His lips traveled illegal bahis across her cheek, to her neck, his tongue licking and teeth nibbling. She tilted her head to give him better access, goosebumps covering her body. His hand slid down and began to push at her pants. Rebecca pulled away and looked at him.

“No?” He questioned.

“Let me.” She said, and sat on the bed to remove her shoes. She stood up and slowly pushed her pants down her smooth legs. She reached for her panties but Mike’s voice stopped her.

“Not yet. I want to do that.”

He kicked off his own shoes and reached for her again. “I hope you don’t mind kissing. I love to kiss.” He announced before his mouth claimed hers again.

Rebecca loved the way he kissed. Not demanding, but giving. Her hands clung to his shoulders as she pressed herself against him. He pulled back, breaking the kiss and stared at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, feeling nervous again. Was he disappointed?

“No reason.” He said with a small smile. “You are beautiful.”

Rebecca felt anything but, clad only in her silky purple panties.

“You still okay with this?” He asked.

She nodded.

“Okay.” He said, not believing her. “Let’s get on the bed and talk a while.”

“Okay.” She smiled as Mike threw himself onto the made bed. She hesitated.

“What?”

“Take the rest off.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Mike stood and quickly removed the rest of his clothes while Rebecca turned down the bed.

“Better?” He asked, standing there naked, his cock hard and thick and sticking out.

“Much.”

They laid down together, Mike pulled her close and skimmed his fingertips over her bare arm, her ribcage and down to her hip.

“Still nervous?”

“No.” And she wasn’t. It felt natural to be there with him.

“Good.”

“So, what do we do now?” She asked, not sure how to proceed.

“What ever we want.”

“Oh, well, what would you like me to do?” She asked, her won fingers trailing over his naked body, moving lower.

“I would like you to suck my cock.”

Rebecca looked down and then back up at him. “You’re so thick.” She said, a bit in awe.

“Is that a problem?”

“Oh no.” She quickly assured him.

She slid her hand down and cupped his balls, gently rolling them around. Holding his gaze, she slid down until she was eye level with his cock. He was clean shaven. Tentatively, she stuck her tongue out and licked the large head.

“Hmmmmm….” She looked up and saw him watching her.

“Is it okay if we move to the chair?”

“Absolutely.”

Rebecca stood and watched Mike settle into the large chair in the corner of the room. She knelt before him, letting her tits brush over his cock. Mike reached out and kneaded the soft flesh, sticking his cock between then and rubbing it. He spanked her nipples with the head of his cock.

“I love your tits baby.”

Rebecca smiled and moved downward. Keeping her eyes on him, she teased his cock head, licking and sucking it into her mouth.

“Ooohhh.” She said, smiling up at him. “You’re leaking.”

Mike laughed. His hands reached down and pulled her nipples as she tasted him.

Rebecca licked from his balls to the tip of him, her tongue swirling around it, flicking the tiny, oozing hole. She lower her mouth and licked his loose balls, sucking one into her mouth. Mike hissed above her. She let it slide out and looked up at him.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no baby. That felt wonderful.”

Rebecca smiled and went back down, her mouth taking the other one into her mouth and swirling her tongue over it. She listened to him moan and groan. She took her time, sucking his balls then licked and kissed her way up his thick shaft to the head of him. Watching him, she teased him.

“God I love your eyes baby.” He moaned, his eyes never leaving hers as she opened her mouth wide and took him deep into her mouth.

“Shit.” He hissed, his hands going to her hair, moving it out of the way to watch her take his cock better.

Rebecca felt her lips stretching tight around him. She used her tongue to rub the underside of his shaft. Slowly she lifted her head, her eyes once again on Mike as she moved her mouth up and down on his cock.

“Damn Becca, you weren’t kidding. You really can suck cock.”

“Have you come yet today Mike?”

“Oh no honey. I’ve been saving up all day for you.”

“Hmmmm…..a nice big load for me.”

“Oh yeah, all for you.” Mike said, and grabbed a fist full of hair and forced her down on his cock again. He held her there, stuffing as much of his cock as he could into her wet mouth.

Rebecca swallowed him deep. She loved how he felt in her mouth. She loved the groans and deep moans coming from him. She alternated licking and sucking his cock and balls. Mike’s hands fisted occasionally in her hair, pushing her head down farther on him.

“Damn baby.” He growled, letting her up for air.

Rebecca let his cock slip from her lips and knelt up. He framed her face and brought her close for kiss.

“Hmmmmm……I want that pussy.”

Rebecca illegal bahis siteleri stood. Mike pulled her close and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His teeth lightly grazed the hard peak.

“Harder.” She moaned, looking down at him.

He moved to her pierced nipple and took the hard nub between his teeth. He looked up at her and bit down hard on the sensitive peak. Rebecca moaned loudly, her hand going to his smooth head and holding him there.

“Like that honey?” He asked, his hot breath against her wet skin.

“Oh yes.” She purred.

Mike smiled, his hands moving around to cup her ass and his knee slipped between her legs. His fingers slid inside her panties, moving around to the front and down to her smooth pussy. He slipped on thick finger between her plump pussy lips.

“Someone’s wet.” He commented, slipping his finger deep inside her.

Rebecca gasped and pressed down on his hand.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes…please.” She said, as his finger wiggled deep inside her.

His pulled his finger free and nodded toward the bed. “Get over there.”

Rebecca practically jumped on the bed. Mike slowly climbed between her thighs and settle down, his face inches from her hot pussy.

“Mike? There’s just one thing.”

“What’s that.”

“When I come, I need a cock in me right away.”

“Not a problem babe.”

Rebecca looked down and watched as Mike gently licked her bare lips, teasing her. His fingers pulled her open and he licked her inner lips, just teasing her clit. Her hips arched, waiting for him to touch that part of her that would make her explode. She felt his hot breath first, then the touch of his tongue on her swollen clit.

“Oh God!” She cried, falling back against the pillows.

His tongue flicked furiously over her clit. She felt his finger enter her, fucking her as he pulled on her fleshy clit with his teeth.

“Yes!” She gasped, lifting her hips up to him for more.

“Come for me Rebecca.” He encouraged, his mouth and fingers pleasuring her.

“Mike….” She moaned his name.

“Hmmmmmm?”

“Faster.”

Mike licked her faster, his finger going deeper inside her wet hole. Rebecca felt her stomach tighten, her thighs start to quiver.

“Faster Mike.”

“Come for me.”

“I will.”

Mike attacked her pussy, his mouth buried deep, sucking her, his tongue and teeth working her clit.

“Yes! Mike! Oh God!” Rebecca cried out, her hips fucking against his face. “Now Mike, I need your cock now!”

Mike stood up and pulled her to the bottom of the bed. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, positioned his cock and plunged into her soaked pussy.

“Oh God!” He groaned, holding his cock still, deep inside her.

“Fuck me Mike.”

“I will honey.”

Mike drew out and slammed his cock back inside her causing her breath to catch. He fucked her hard, with deep strokes.

“Yes! Yes!” She chanted, her hands going to her nipples and pulling them out.

“I want you from behind.” He said, releasing her legs.

Rebecca scrambled off the bed and bent over it, her legs spread, ready for him. Mike got behind her, his hands going to her hips. With one hand, he rubbed his cock against her clit until Rebecca wiggle her hips. Mike laughed and gave her ass a quick slap. Rebecca looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Like that?”

She nodded. Mike spanked her again. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock.

“Give me your arms.”

Rebecca reached her arms back behind her. Mike took each one, holding her tight by the forearms as he fucked her. She tossed her head back. He felt so good going deep inside her. His balls slapping against her swollen clit.

“Fuck….me….” She chanted as their bodies slapped together.

“Oh yeah honey. Fucking that wet pussy.” Mike growled. “Are you ready baby? Are you ready for my cum?”

“Give it to me Mike.”

He released her arms and grabbed her hips, fucking her wildly.

“Here it comes baby!”

He pulled her hard against him, pushing even deeper inside her. He grunted loudly as Rebecca felt his warm cum flood her pussy.

“Mmmm…yesss…..” She moaned, wiggling her ass back on him.

Mike kept plunging as he emptied his balls into her. He leaned over her, his cock still deep inside her, his chest pressing against her back , his hands besides hers, his hot breath on her shoulder. Rebecca lifted up and turned her head, their lips meeting in a quick kiss.

“Sure glad you got over that nervous thing.” He breathed.

Rebecca laughed. Mike slowly pulled out and laid on the bed next to her. She looked over at him and caught him staring at her again.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Rebecca looked down.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Oh no.” She said and climbed up more fully on the bed.

They were side by side now, facing each other. Mike couldn’t keep his hands from her body.

“You are incredible. I’ve never fucked like that before.”

“And the night is still young yet.” She said, smiling.

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Rebecca slid her hand down his stomach and cupped his cock. “Ready to fuck me again?”

Mike laughed and rolled on to his back, propping some pillows under his head. “I think I need a little help.”

“Oh, not that much.” She commented as his cock started to grow in her hand.

“Do you want to come again baby?” He asked.

“Yes please.”

Mike smiled. “On your knees then.”

Rebecca got up on all fours in the center of the bed. She watched Mike get up and move behind her, at the side of the bed.

“Move to the edge, I want to eat that pussy again.”

Rebecca shuddered at the remembrance of his hot mouth on her. She backed up and felt Mike’s hands caress her ass.

“What a fucking ass Rebecca. You’re so hot baby.”

Mike knelt behind her, his hands going to the insides of her thighs, forcing them wider apart. She felt his hands on her ass, his strong fingers kneading, pulling her cheeks apart.

“God, I love your ass.” He said, kissing the fleshy globes.

Rebecca held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. She wasn’t prepared for his tongue to swipe over her asshole. She moaned, dropping her head onto the bed.

“You like that honey?”

“Oh yes.”

Mike did it again and again. His tongue moved lower and flicked over her soaked hole. His thumbs spread her lips wide and he stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy, fucking her.

“Oh….God….” She groaned, pressing back against his mouth.

Mike continued pressing his face deeper into her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“Move up baby, I want that pussy again.”

Rebecca crawled to the center of the bed. Mike got behind her.

Smack!

Rebecca moaned.

“Oh, you naughty girl.”

Smack!

Rebecca felt the sensation throughout her entire body.

“Now, Mike. Fuck me.”

Mike pressed closer. He reached down and rubbed his cock head over her swollen clit.

“Now Mike!”

He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her. He fucked her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together.

“Damn Rebecca.” Mike grunted, slapping her ass several more times.

Rebecca moaned and tossed her head.

“Harder.” She panted.

Mike grabbed her hips and pulled her back hard, sending his cock deeper.

“Shit, here it comes.”

He grabbed her hard, pumping furiously into her, groaning as he shot his second load of cum into her.

Rebecca lifted her calves, holding him deep inside her. He collapse on top of her, pushing her into the soft mattress.

“Damn girl.” He breathed against her ear.

Rebecca laughed. She felt the rumble of Mike’s answering laugh against her back. He slipped out and rolled beside her, his arm flung over his eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked looking over at him.

“Yeah.” He raised his arm and looked at her. “I need a few minutes.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed.

He laughed rolled her over onto her back. He loomed over her.

“Don’t worry Becca, I’ll fuck you again.”

“I know.”

Rebecca looked up at him, a bit unnerved as he stared down at her. She lifted her head and kissed him. Mike’s mouth opened and his tongue met hers. Their kiss deepened. Rebecca held his head as she kissed him over and over.

Mike lifted his head and looked down at her. His hand cupped her breast, kneading it, pulling her nipple hard. Lower his hand traveled, until he got to her soaked pussy.

“Unbelievable.” He said, almost in awe. “You’re soaked.”

Rebecca sighed as he sunk one thick finger inside her. He kept his eyes on her as he inserted another and then another. With each finger, Rebecca gasped, her pussy being stretched and filled.

“Shall we go for four?” He asked, sticking it in before she could answer.

“Oh….my!” She breathed, the feeling now bordering on pain.

“That’s so awesome.” He said, continuing to watch her as he withdrew his fingers and inserted them again.

“That….feels…..so good.” She panted, arching and gasping with every withdrawl and penetration.

Mike shifted, his hand pulling out, his thumb finding her clit and stroking it.

“Again.” She said, turning to him.

He inserted his fingers again. Rebecca felt painfully stretched. Her breath caught as he pushed farther in.

“That’s my whole hand Becca.” He wiggled his fingers deep inside her.

“Feels….wonderful.”

Mike watched her as her eyes widened with each thrust and pump of his hand. Her pussy gushed even more. She was incredible. She was the sexist woman he had ever been with. He continued stretching her, filling her, watching her, as he pleasured her.

“Come for me.” He said and moved away, down her body, until his mouth covered her clit and sucked it hard into his mouth.

“Mike!” She cried out, arching up to him, her pussy gushing as she came hard.

Mike kept fucking and sucking her, swallowing every delicious drop that oozed out around his hand.

“Now Mike. Now!”

Mike pulled his hand out and mounted her, his cock unbelievably rock hard and plunging deep into her. He fucked her hard and deep, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he leaned over her, pressing her legs back to her chest. His hands held hers down by her side as he slammed into her.

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Hooking up with Lisa opened up an entirely new area of excitement for me. Fucking in and of itself is usually exciting enough all on its own but when you can add a new area of excitement, well that can take it to an even higher level of pleasure.

Every time I get laid especially when I fuck someone for the first time, I like to look back on the situation to reflect on if there was anything new or different about this time to separate it from others. You know, something that makes it more memorable and distinguishes it from every other fuck. Some of them are so easy that we will never forget, losing your virginity, first blow job, first time eating pussy, first time butt-fucking, etc.

Others are also easy to remember like the first black, white, Asian and Hispanic girl you fuck. Nothing against Native American girls but I’ve never had the pleasure of fucking any.

I’ve also had the pleasure and sometimes the not so much pleasure of experiencing many other firsts when it comes to fucking. First fat girl, first and unfortunately not the last ugly girl, first MILF who was also the first married woman, first virgin, first threesome, and on and on.

Over the years it’s gotten harder and harder to label someone or an experience as a first but I’ve managed to come up with something every time, even if it’s a trivial first. First time in a particular position or particular room, first time in a car, first time in public, first time in a closet, etc.

Being with Lisa took care of several first. The biggest were the first time I had sex in my office and the first time I fucked a subordinate. Both of those are big turn ons for me and really added a bonus thrill to our relationship.

After that first time together we had the typical what does this mean and where do we go from here discussion. We decided that all it really meant was that we were horny and attracted to each other. As for the other part, we both knew we didn’t want it to be a one time thing but we didn’t want to put a label on our relationship. In the end, it turned out we would be friends with the occasional and sometimes frequent additional benefit of making each other cum.

Some of those times of additional benefits were very exciting. As a single parent of two small kids, Lisa had limited opportunities of free time. The baby daddies were useless and her mother babysat so that Lisa could work but was adamant that she would only baby-sit while Lisa was working.

You see grandma babysat all the time after baby number one was born but she was not too happy when Lisa got pregnant the second time at such a young age. After that she was determined to make her “suffer the consequences” for her actions as much as possible and refused to help Lisa continue running around town like she use to. Still she was saving her a fortune on day care costs so Lisa never pushed the issue with her mom too much.

Because of her situation at home we had a hard time seeing each other outside of work or for any substantial amount of quality time. So we played the hands we were dealt and tried to make the best of things. My number of visits to her store increased and she would come up with any excuse she could think of to stop by my office. It was always good to see her but it didn’t take long for it to become extremely frustrating not being able to act upon the intense sexual attraction growing between us.

We resorted to phone sex virtually every night which did initially help take the edge off. But again after a while that too becomes frustrating because you want the real thing. At that point we decided to take advantage of every opportunity we were alone to get even just a little bit of sexual satisfaction. Anything to help release the intense sexual tension between us

Everyone knew I had taken her under my wing so we really didn’t raise too many suspicions with the increase in our visits, but there were a few incidents where we did cut it pretty close to getting caught with our pants down … literally. The first time was one Friday afternoon when I stopped in to see Lisa at her store.

Things started like any of my other countless number of visits to her store. I’d chat with Lisa and her clerk out in the store about whatever and then ask Lisa to join me in her office. Anyone who knows anything about convenience stores knows that the manager’s office also doubles as the back room storage area tuzla escort without a lot of free space.

As soon as we got back there I gave her my standard greeting of a sensuous kiss and a squeeze of her very shapely ass. It didn’t take long to turn the topic of conversation to sex. We’d had phone sex the night before and were rehashing some of the particulars and how nice it was. Pretty soon I was experiencing significant growth inside my pants which didn’t go unnoticed by Lisa.

“Damn Scott can’t you control that thing?” She joked staring directly at the growing bulge between my legs.

“What can I say? You turn me on.” I responded truthfully. “You should take it as a compliment.”

“Oh I’m flattered all right. I love having that effect on you and from where I’m sitting it’s starting to look mighty tempting.”

“Is that right?” I said as I moved within inches of her. “And what exactly are you tempted to do.” I whispered before gently kissing her neck.

“mmm” she moaned ever so softly. “You keep that up and I’ll be tempted to follow through on what we talked about last night.” She managed to say in between moans.

“Talk is cheap girl. I don’t think you’re adventurous enough to fuck me right here right now.” I egged her on as I continued my masterful work on her neck and massaged her breast through her shirt.

I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head as she contemplated going through with my challenge. I decided to step up the ante by giving her even more temptation. I intensified our kissing alternating between her neck and lips. I had my left hand on the back of her head running through her hair while I used my right hand to unsnap her pants and lower her zipper.

Gaining the access that I needed I took two fingers to rub her pussy and my thumb to massage her clit through her panties. Taking it up an even higher notch, I managed to move her panties to the side to gain direct contact with her very wet pussy at this point.

When I took those same two fingers to penetrate her for the first time she let out a moan that was probably a bit too vocal given the environment but I wasn’t going to be deterred. I began a slow sensuous finger fuck and muzzled her moans with some very passionate deep kissing.

Within moments her hips were gyrating to increase the pace of my fingers going in and out of her. Her body was on fire and I knew that I had her right where I wanted her; but what happened next surprised me.

“Oh FUCK I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel that DICK!” She said as she pushed me back into a chair and seemingly in the same motion dropped her pants and underwear. I have no idea how or when she came out of her shoes but it seemed like in the blink of an eye she was naked from the waist down save her socks.

Momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events all I was able to say was “wha what …” before Lisa cut me off.

“Shut the fuck up!” She commanded as she busily worked to unbuckle my pants. “Don’t say a fucking word. Just sit there and let me get to that dick.”

She yanked out my very hard dick without so much as pulling my pants down and without hesitation sat on my lap and engulfed my dick with her hot pussy. She took a second where she appeared to be savoring the incredible feeling of having a hard cock deep within her. Then she unleashed what had to be all of her pent up sexual tension by bouncing up and down on my lap and fucking me like a woman possessed.

This girl was on a mission and I just happened to be the lucky recipient. I grabbed a hold of her magnificent ass and just went along for the ride. Given how close I had her to cumming with my finger fucking from moments earlier it was not unexpected that it didn’t take her very long to climax. Good thing for her because no one could keep up the pace that she was fucking me for very long.

When the moment hit her once again she let out a louder then she should have moan that I tried to control with more kissing. Going into a trancelike stare as she took every second to thoroughly enjoy what was surly an incredibly intense orgasm. I was just about to resume our fucking when we both were snapped back into reality by some commotion in the store.

“Oh Shit somebody’s coming.” she said as she immediately jumped up off of my still throbbin’ hard dick. My first thought as I looked at my still fully erect dick glistening from her abundance tuzla escort bayan of pussy juice was “someone may be coming but I guess it won’t be me”.

“Lisa, I need change.” Her clerk called out from the store as Lisa got dressed nearly as quickly as she had undressed.

“I’ll be right there.” Lisa answered.

“I put my pants back on so fast I forgot about these.” She said as she handed me her wet panties.

“Will you take them with you and I’ll pick them up when I stop by your office after work? Who knows maybe then I can do something to help you out of your predicament.” She remarked as she walked out of the room while pointing at my still obvious bulge in my pants.

To give me the needed relief I was craving I was tempted to take matters into my own hands right then and there but somehow that seemed like an anticlimactic ending to a very exhilarating experience. So instead I remained in the back area for several minutes to give my erection sufficient time to deflate before heading out into the public area of the store.

“Well ladies it’s time for me to head back to the office. I will see you both another day. As always the store looks great. Keep doing what you do.”

“Bye Scott” they said in unison.

Not thirty seconds after leaving the store my cell phone rang. The caller ID simply read L.

“Miss me already?” I answered.

“What were you doing in the back room for so long? Were you doing what I think you were doing?” she questioned.

“Sadly No, but considering the state you so abruptly left me in, could you blame if I did?” I responded.

“I guess not.” She said chuckling. “So what were you doing?”

“Nothing. I didn’t want your clerk noticing the same thing you noticed when you left the back room. I just needed some time to let things calm down.” I explained.

“Oh, I do kinda feel bad about that. You know I think that’s the first time I’ve ever had sex where I got to cum but the guy didn’t. Normally it’s the other way around.”

“Is that supposed to somehow make me feel better?” I asked.

“No not really, but I tell you what, next time I promise to make it all about you.”

“Be careful what you’re saying Lisa, I just might hold you to it.”

“I’m serious. I feel bad about leaving you hanging like that so I’m going to make it up to you.”

“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises. Look I got to go that’s the office beeping in on the other line. I’ll talk to you later.”

A few hours later I was back in my office trying to research an issue without much success. Between reliving the days events, having Lisa’s underwear in my pocket, and wondering if she truly was going to make it all about me the next time, sex was firmly entrenched on my brain. I kept thinking that I should have jacked off at the store when I had the chance. Maybe that would have taken the edge off so that I could get some work done now.

My thoughts were interrupted when my assistant called in to let me know that Lisa was here to see me. When she walked in my office she still had a huge smile on her face that said to me I got fucked silly today and damn I feel good.

“You look like you’re in a good mood.” I greeted her.

“That’s because I am. I’ve had a great day and I owe it all to you!” She responded cheerfully.

“I can’t take all the credit but I’m glad I could help brighten your day. Things didn’t end quite the way I expected or wanted but all in all it was a great day for me too.”

“Well the day’s not over yet. I have a feeling that you just might like the way your day will end afterall.” She said in a low voice.

“Oh you do … do you.” I replied. “And just why do you have that feeling?”

“Because I’m not here to pick up my panties. I’m here to show you just how much I appreciate what you did this afternoon and to fulfill my promise to make it all about you.” She said seductively.

“I don’t know what you have in mind but you damn sure got my full attention.” I said curiously. “Go lock the door and we have to be quiet because my assistant is just outside.”

“You can focus on being quiet. I won’t have that problem because I plan to have my mouth full.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone and giving me an indication of just what she had in mind.

She had me sit on my office couch, the same place we fucked for the first time, and told me to sit back and relax. The radio was on and escort tuzla Lisa began to dance for me. The song was easy listening and not exactly what I would call erotic but the way Lisa was moving it could have been the Star – Spangled Banner and it still would have been incredibly sexy.

When she finished her dancing she had skillfully maneuvered herself where she was on her knees between my legs. The look in her eyes exuded confidence and extraordinary sex appeal. Maintaining constant eye contact she loosened my tie and unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt giving her full access to my chest.

To my surprise and delight she kissed all over my chest and paid particular attention to my nipples which I’m not ashamed to say are very sensitive. Let’s just say that I can fully understand when a woman says she could cum just from having her tits sucked. I had gotten an erection the moment Lisa started her seductive dance but as she kissed my nipples my dick was so hard I thought it was going to literally explode.

When she continued her downward path to get to her ultimate destination I was both excited and disappointed. Excited that she was one step closer to sucking my dick but disappointed that she stopped playing with my nipples which felt incredible.

She looked at me at she unbuckled my pants to gain access to my 7-in dick for the second time that day and without saying a word her eyes let me know that she was about to suck me dry. Using the pre-cum that was seeping out the tip as lubricant; she gave me a few slow strokes up and down before engulfing the head with her mouth.

Twirling her tongue around as she ever so gently stroked my shaft, we made eye contact. If you’ve never experienced having eye contact with a beautiful woman who has your dick in her mouth then I’m here to tell you that you have missed out on one of life’s sexiest moments and there are no words to fully describe the feeling.

Maintaining eye contact the entire time, Lisa’s mouth began a slow descent along my shaft. I was convinced she would take the full seven inches but after about five or six inches disappeared, she reversed herself and slowly came all the way back up. She gave me a few more slow strokes with her hand and then closed her eyes and went to work slurping and slobbering on my dick.

After a few strokes up and down she found her rhythm and placed both hands on my thighs as her head bobbed up and down. She wasn’t going as far down as before but she was sucking at a frenzied pace and still taking at least 4-5 inches with downward bob. It wasn’t long before my hips were moving up and down to match the pace of her head bobbing. I grabbed the back of head and soon it was more me fucking her mouth than her giving me a blow job. But either way it felt fucking great.

The moment of truth was rapidly approaching so I gave her a little warning and moved my hands from the back of her head to give her the opportunity to step back and finish me off with her hands if she so chose. But she was having none of that. She put my hands back on her head and increased her bobbing as I continued fucking her mouth.

I knew that because I hadn’t cum during our earlier fuck session at the store and with the intensity of the current blow job that I was primed to produce a ton of semen and have a very powerful orgasm. When the time finally came I was not disappointed. I closed my eyes threw my head back and enjoyed what was by far the most intense orgasm I had ever had from a blow job.

I shot what felt like stream after stream of hot cum down her throat. I think the first spasm surprised her but to her credit she didn’t skip a beat and didn’t spill a drop. Throughout college I had received many blow jobs but this was the first time that I was literally sucked dry and clean as a whistle.

I finally opened my eyes after calming down from my orgasmic high and the first thing I see is Lisa staring at me and giggling with this wide shit-eating grin on her face. Thinking I may have gotten too loud as I was cumming, I asked her, “I didn’t get too loud did I?”

“No you were quiet as a mouse.”

“Then what’s so funny?” I asked with a smidgen of too much paranoia and self-consciousness.

“You look funny when you cum.” She explained.

“As good as that shit felt I could give a fuck about how I looked.” I responded honestly. “But I’m glad you got some sort of enjoyment out of it.”

“Oh trust me I enjoyed every second of it.”

“Well in that case, feel free to suck my dick anytime you want.”

“Oh I plan on it.”

“There you go again … promises … promises.”

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Das war kein Geständnis in Form von: “Ich muss euch was beichten, ich mag es gern sehr hart!”, sondern Hanna machte eine knallharte Ansage, die so klang: “Jungs, ich brauchs in alle Löcher und zwar brutal! Ich hasse Kuschelficks, ich will, dass es weh tut!”Lange Rede, kurzer Sinn: Die Schlampe nahmen wir natürlich mit uns mit!!!In meiner Bude angekommen griff Maik sich die Sau auch direkt. Die eine Hand im Nacken riss sie an sich ran, die andere grabschte nach den Titten und knetete so derbe drauf los, dass eine Titte sofort aus dem Ausschnitt rutschte und die Nutte sofort loskeuchte. Hanna war wohl kurz erschrocken, aber doch nur kurz, denn sie streckte ihm ihre lange Zunge direkt entgegen zum rumlecken. Ein versauter geiler Anblick, wenn Menschen miteinander rumknutschen, als wollten sie sich gegenseitig die Fresse glasig lecken.”Ich hol uns mal noch was zu saufen!” grinste ich und ging kurz in die Küche. Ich musste grinsen, als ich Maik noch sagen hörte: “Klar, Mann, die Ficksau und ich kommen schon klar, oder, Nutte?” Direkt danach hörte ich ein Klatschen, gefolgt von einem gequälten und zugleich aufgegeilten Quieken. Ich holte eine Flasche Wodka aus dem Kühlfach und ging zu den beiden ins Wohnzimmer.Maik hatte Hanna bereits vor sich in die Knie gedrückt, eine Hand hielt ihren Kopp an den Haaren fest im Griff und die andere hatte ihren Schädel dabei am Kiefer in den Nacken gedrückt. Die eine dicke Titte baumelte dabei immer noch aus dem Kleidchen raus.”Machs Maul auf, du scheiss Hure!” schnauzte Maik sie an und Hanna gehorchte. Ihr Blick sagte alles. Weit riss sie ihre Maulfotze auf und Maik spuckte ihr eine fette Ladung rein. “Fotzen müssen nass sein, stimmts nicht, Tom?”Ich nickte und öffnete die Wodkaflasche.”So ist es. Und zwar alle! Fickfotzen, Maulfotzen, Arschfotzen, einfach alle!” pflichtete ich ihm bei, während er seinen Schwanz aus der Jeans packte und ihn der Nutte halbsteif in die Fresse stopfte. Maik schob ihr nicht sein Ding rein in den Mund, nein, Maik pendik escort stopfte sein dickes Fickrohr grob und unsensibel in die willige Maulfotze der alten Hure! Die alte schnaufte und röchelte, lutschte aber auch los.”Jaaaaa, schön hart lutschen, guuuut machst du dumme Mistsau das, kannst ja wenigstens etwas!” rief Maik und spuckte ihr eine weitere Ladung Speichel entgegen, mitten in die Fresse. Dabei stolperte immer wieder winzige Schritte vorwärts, dass Hanna fast nun auf den Rücken fiel. Ihr Hinterkopf lag dabei schon beinahe auf dem Sofa, als sie plötzlich etwas zappelte und laut würgte. Wahrscheinlich war Maiks Schwanz hart in ihren Hals gewachsen und nun kam ihr die Galle hoch. Zum Glück hab ich das gerade noch rechtzeitig gesehen…Ich fuhr herum, packte die alte Fickhure an den Haaren und riss sie brutal aus Maiks Umklammerung zu mir ran, weg vom Sofa. Ihr Würgen wurde kurz schrill und da kotzte die Nutte auch schon los. Mit einem Klatscher landete sie vor mir auf dem Laminat, mit den Händen nur geringfügig vom Boden abgestützt, die Titten drückten sich leicht platt. Ein Schwall Kotze platschte direkt vor ihr auf dem Boden.”Mann, Maik, ich leg doch nicht meine ganze Bude mit Laminat aus, damit mir so ein Vieh aufs neue Sofa kotzt!” machte ich Maik an und er zuckte nur mit den Schultern. “Ist doch nix passiert!” verteidigte er sich und kam von hinten sofort wieder an Hanna ran. Mit beiden Händen riss er ihre Beine auseinander und kniete sich dazwischen. Hanna wurde so auf die Seite geworfen und in dem Moment rammte ihr Maik seinen harten Schwanz auch schon in die Fotze rein.”Hahaha, die Nutte hat nix drunter, ich habs gewusst!” gröhlte er und fickte sofort unbarmherzig los, dass Hanna gierig aufschrie.”Ohhhh, scheisse, jaaaa, was seid ihr geile Ficker, so mag ich das! Jaaa, so brauch ich das! Tut mir weh, ihr Wichser, ich bin euer Vieh, euer Fickstück!” ließ sie es raus.”Wen interessierts, du Stück Fickdreck, halts Maul!” schnautze ich sie an, zerrte ihren Kopf noch ein wenig herum und drückte ihr den Flaschenhals vom Wodka ins Maul. Anfangs trank die in guten Zügen los, dann aber brauchte sie eine Verschnaufpause. Mir doch egal! Ich ließ ihren Kopf kurz los und packte blitzschnell ihre Nase, drückte sie zu und ließ den Wodka ordentlich laufen. Sie gurgelte, sie röchelte, sie würgte und dann sprudelte ihr der klare Alk aus dem Maul heraus, während sie sich wand und zappelte. Ihr Hinterkopf wischte dabei durch ihre Kotze am Boden. Maik lachte hämisch auf, seine Fickstösse in die Fotze waren laut und hart, es klatschte heftig bei jedem Stoss!”Wow, ne halbe Flasche weggeschluckt! Also saufen kann die alte Sau auch!” grinste ich Maik an, stellte die Flasche auf Seite und packte nun meinen eigenen Schwanz aus.Ich hockte mich vor ihre Fresse, die Knie so weit oben dabei an meinem Brustkorb, dass mein Arsch fast am Boden war zwischen meinen Füßen.”Also bei mir brauchts was länger in der Maulfotze, ist so eine Art Fetisch von mir!” escort pendik grinste ich von oben herab und packte ihren Hinterkopf, drehte den Kopf wieder seitlich und rammte ihr meinen Schwanz rein – Nein, eigentlich rammte ich ihre Fresse auf einen Schwanz! Und so gings ab, ruckartig, hart und schön tief hämmerte ich ihren Kopf hin und her, mein Schwanz rammelte dabei bis zum Sack in ihre Fressenmöse rein. Es dauerte nicht lange, als sie wieder kotzen musste, es sprudelte ihr aus Maul und Nase heraus ohne Ende, ein geiles, fast klares Gemisch aus Galle und Wodka. Doch bei sowas mach ich ja keine Pause, im gegenteil, dann fick ich erst richtig los. Also hämmerte ich rücksichtslos weiter, genoß stöhnend die warme Suppe am Sack und am Schwanz und stocherte ihren Hals weiter, als wärs ne ausgeleierte nasse Fotze. Hannas Fresse wurde dabei immer wieder durch ihre Kotze gezogen, die Seite ihres Gesichts und die Haare, immer wieder schön hin und her.So ging das eine ganze Weile. Hanna schien jetzt schon fix und fertig, aber wen interessierts., Außerdem hechelte wie ein scheiss Köter, also war klar: Die hat noch lange nicht genug! Zeit für einen Stellungswechsel…Maik steig von ihr runter und setzte sich aufs Sofa. Ich wollte schon was sagen, aber… ach egal. Hanna lag keuchend am Boden, als ich meinen Schwanz auch rausgezogen hatte. “Ride on, Baby!” rief Maik und zitternd erhob sie sich. Ich sah sie an und gab ihr dermaßen eine Ohrfeige, dass sie fast wieder zu Boden fiel. Doch sie lächelte nur, ja, sie grinste regelrecht. Was für eine Ficksau! Dann krabbelte sie zu Maik, stand auf.”Arsch oder Fotze? Ach, Fotze kennst ja, du willst den Arsch, hab ich recht?” fragte sie Maik.”Worauf du deinen Hurenarsch echt verwetten kannst, Nutte!” schnaute Maik. “Aber reit mich mit dem Rücken zu mir, hab keinen Bock, mir deine dumme zerfickte Fresse anzugucken dabei!”Ich schaute genau hin, aber diese Schlampe zuckte nicht mal, als er sie sowas von nieder machte mit sienen Worten. respekt. Diese Hure brauchts nicht anders und anscheinend ist sie da auch echt dran gewöhnt schon. Also schwang sie sich mit dem Rücken zu Maik auf ihn und senkte sich mit dem Arsch runter, mit beiden Händen hatte sie dabei nach hinten gegriffen und die Arschbacken weit auseinander gezogen. Maik indes packte seinen Schwanz mit der einen Hand und mit der anderen Hannas Hüfte. Seine fette Eichel setzte an, drückte sich in diese enge Arschfotzenloch und verschwand darin. Dann griff Maik mit beiden Händen die Hüfte und drückte die Schlampe mit einem Ruck runter auf seinen Schwanz. Ein lauter Schrei entfuhr der Alten und sie Ritt los. “Ohhh, Goooott, jaaaaaaaa, ist das geil! Ohhhh!” gab sie von sich. Ich nickte Maik zu und er verstand. Er ließ ihre Hüfte los und umgriff mit beiden Armen ihre Beine. Dann zog er sie zu sich, dass ihre Fotze hochragte und ihre Beine noch viel weiter. Maiks Hände trafen sich dann an ihrem Hinterkopf, wo er sie wie in einer Art Fesselgriff festhielt. pendik escort bayan “Dann geb ich jetzt mal den Takt an!” meinte er nur und fickte aus der Hüfte los. Die dicken Titten wackelten, Hanna stöhnte schreiend und ich schwöre euch, ihre Fotze saftete wie noch nie zuvor, jede Wette!Nun kam aber ich auch noch zu den beiden, wichste mich kurz und genoß diesen Pornoanblick.”Ohh, komm schon, ohhh, fick du mich in die Fotze, ahhhhh, gebts mir im Sandwich, uuhhhhh!” keuchte sie ausgelassen, dass ich grinsen musste. Maik udn ich machten diese Nummer oft, aber nicht wie Hanna dachte. Ich stellte mich zwischen Maiks Beine und schob meinen Schwanz an Maiks Knüppel entlang Richtung Arschloch.”Nix da, jetzt gibts einen Doppelarschfick!” meinte ich nur und meine Eichel drückte bereits gegen ihre belegte Rosette. Sie quiekte auf.”Was??? nein, das ist zuviel!!! Mein Arsch ist zu eng!!!” wehrte sie ab, aber sie konnte sich ja nichtmal bewegen, das dumme Fickstück.”Eng ist super, eng ist hervorragend!” sagte ich nur und schob meinen Schwanz weiter. Das Arschloch der Nutte dehnte sich auf, sie schrie und ich schob weiter.Das mein Schwanz dabei über den Maik rieb, machte uns nix aus. Hey, wir sind Kumpels und wir ficken uns ja nicht gegenseitig oder lutschen uns die Riemen.Dann flutschte mein Schwanz schließlich mit in den Arsch, was Hanna mit einem richtig lauten Aufschrei ebenfalls bemerkte und zu zweit rammelten wir dann ihre enge Arschfotze ab.”OHHHHFUUUCKSCHEISSEAHHHHHHISTDASGEILISTDASGEIL!!!!” schrie Hanna nun und verdrehte unkontrolliert die Augen, ebenso zuckte sie nach einigen Minuten Extremdoppelarschfick und dann spritzte ihre Fotze ab! Ihr Mösenrotz klatschte mir gegen die Brust, es hörte garnicht auf, sie pisste richtig ab, diese dreckige geile Viehhure!!!Das brachte unsere Schwänze richtig zum kochen. Ich zog heraus und Maik schubste die alte Nutte von sich runter. Schnell standen wir über ihr, wichsten uns schnell und spritzten ihr unseren Wichsschleim schön in die Fresse. “Guter Fick, Bro!” meinte Maik und hielt die Hand hoch.”Yeah, guter Fick mit gutem Fickvieh!” grinste ich und schlug ein.Dann ließen wir beide uns auf das total versiffte Sofa fallen. Ich griff nach der Wodkaflasche und zusammen genossen wir ein paar kräftige Schlucke.”D… d… danke, Jungs… Das war ein… ein… mega Fick!” wimmerte Hanna am Boden, fix und fertig.”Danke, Fotze, warst auch nicht schlecht.” sagte ich.”Joa. Brauchbar.” meinte Maik.”Ok, jetzt verpiss dich, Nutte. Lass deine Handynummer auf dem Abstelltisch an der Tür liegen, okay?” sagte ich dann und trat ihr halbherzig in den Arsch. Sie starrte mich kurz an, dann aber senkte sie den Kopf.”Ja. Mach ich. hoffentlich bis bald mal, Jungs.”Sie stand auf, packte ihre Sachen und verpisste sich.Das war doch mal ein Samstagabend. So mag ich das. 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Matt sackt sie nun neben ihm zusammen. „Das hast du sehr schön gemacht.“„Und was ist mit uns?“ Ganz empört äußert sich die Ria. Und die Isolde schaut auch etwas komisch drein. Hat doch gerade sie sich etwas davon versprochen, dass der Fred ihr zeigt, dass er ein Kerl ist. Doch da greift nun gleich die Lotte ein.„Ihr tut ja gerade so, als ob ihr zu kurz kommt. Der Fred ist bestimmt kein Kostverächter. Isolde, du bist wirklich ein sehr schönes Mädchen. Aber wenn nun mal deine Mutter schneller gewesen ist, dann darfst du dem Fred keinen Vorwurf daraus machen. Und wenn ich das so richtig sehe, dann ist der Fred eh scharf auf dich.“„Mama, dann will ich aber auch sehen, wie der Egon nun was mit dir macht. Neulich ist das ja richtig ins Wasser gefallen.“„Nun beruhig dich mal. Ob der Egon was mit mir macht oder nicht, das musst du ihm nun ganz allein überlassen. Vielleicht gefall ich ihm ja gar nicht.“„Haha, von wegen. Der schaut dir die ganze Zeit schon wieder zwischen die Beine. Und schau mal wie dem sein Hahn tropft. Das ist doch richtige Vergeudung.“Und schon hat sie zwei Finger an seiner Eichel um den kleinen Schlitz wieder abzuwischen. „Lässt du mal die Finger da weg. Wenn schon, dann mach ich das. Haben wir uns da verstanden?“Und schon ist die Helga nun beim Egon und leckt auch mal an seiner Eichel. Also sowas, diese Göre. Kann grad einmal allein auf den Topf gehen. Und da will sie auch schon Ansprüche stellen. Da hat sie auch schon den Egon nach hinten gedrückt so dass der zum Liegen kommt. Dabei kniet sie nun rückwärts neben ihm, so dass er auch bequem von hinten durch die Beine, an ihren escort bursa Schlitz kommt. Sachte fährt er mit seiner Hand durch ihren Schlitz. Sie macht sich nun über ihn her. Sie spielt erst einmal ein wenig mit der Zunge an seiner Eichel. Doch dann nimmt sie das gute Stück fast ganz in ihren Mund. Formt dabei ihre Lippen so, sodass er ihren Druck verspürt. So geht sie einige Male auf und ab. Doch dann leckt sie an seinen Hoden, saugt einen davon in ihren Mund und spielt damit mit der Zunge. Da kann er nicht mehr und sie spürt dies. Schnell hat sie die Eichel wieder in ihrem Mund. Wie eine Erlösung ist es für ihn. Mächtig spritzt er sein Sperma in ihren Mund und sie schluckt es hinunter. Tief muss er nun durchatmen. Das hat er nun ja doch nicht gedacht, dass er sich so mit einer anderen Frau gehen lässt. Immer wieder muss er von einer zur anderen Frau hin und her schauen. Es ist wirklich das erste Mal, dass er sich mit einer anderen Frau so eingelassen hat. „Papa, hast du das gesehen? Die Mama hat den Egon richtig fertig gemacht.“„Ja, das hab ich gesehen. Und soll ich jetzt was sagen?“„Nun hör mal auf. Die haben das alle mit dem Einverständnis des anderen getan. Was willst du eigentlich“Und nun ganz kleinlaut:„Nun ja, eigentlich wollte ich doch mit dem Egon zusammen sein. Mit mir sollte er doch das machen.“„Hat sich das einer angehört? Die Göre will mit dem Egon was zusammen machen? Und dabei macht sie so ein Theater?“„Nun lass dem Egon etwas Luft holen. Kühl du dich auch mal etwas ab, oder komm zu mir her.“Da schmust die Isolde erst einmal so richtig mit ihrem Papa. Für alle ist nun aber ein Bad im Pool angesagt. Doch dann haben sie alle wieder etwas Appetit auf etwas vom Grill. Und für was hat der Karl das denn alles vorbereitet. Dabei necken die Jungs die Mädchen, die natürlich auch versuchen das gleiche zurück zugeben. Nun wollen die Jungs aber auch wissen, ob die Mädchen auch schon sowas wie einen festen Freund haben. Natürlich wird erst einmal daraus ein großes Geheimnis gemacht. Schließlich wollen die Mädchen das gleiche auch von den Jungs wissen. Schließlich bekennen beide Seiten, dass da nichts im Busch ist. Doch dann:„Ich hab da noch etwas, was euch vielleicht auch interessieren wird.“Das, was der Karl nun so groß ankündigt, da kann man aber nicht hier, sondern nur aus ‚echtsexgeschichten‘ nachlesen. Also Teil 6 nur auf ‚echtsexgeschichten‘.

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Mein Leben mit Daddy Robert Teil 1Fortsetzung von “Mein erstes Mal”Daddy Robert hatte heute morgen ein herrliche Überraschung für mich. “Michaela,was meinst du wenn wir einen 3-wöchigen Urlaub im Süden machen würden?”Ich war so perplex vor Freude, das ich total vergaß das diese Woche, ja meine Sklavinnen-Woche war. Ich sprang Daddy vor lauter Freude an und gab Ihm einen herzhaften Kuss. Daddy sah mich ernst an. Da viel es mir ein, als Sklavin durfte ich ja nicht eigenmächtig handeln.“Da möchte jemand wohl eine Strafe haben?” Ich sah nur auf den Boden und sasge nur: “Wenn der Herr der Meinung ist, da seine Sklavin Michaela eine strafe verdient. So hat der Herr vollkommen recht. Darf die Sklavin ihren Ausbruch erklären, Ihre Überraschung war so schön und freute Ihre Sklavin, das diese Ihren Status vergaß.”“Du bursa escort akzeptierst also die Strafe, die du von Mir, deinem Herrn, erhältst.” “Ja, Herr”“Ab ans Andreas-Kreuz, du bekommst 10 Schläge mit der Neunschwänzigen!”“Ja, Herr” Nach dem mein Herr mich mit 10 Peitschenhieben bestraft hatte, gab er mir die Anweisung unsere Koffer zu packen. Als kleinen Hinweis sagte er nur: “Vergiss nicht die Halseisen und Hand- und Fußfesseln nicht. Auch die Peitschen und Gerten nicht.”Ich schaute meinen Herrn mit einem fragenden Blick an. “Wir fahren in ein BDSM -Hotel. Du brauchst auch nicht viel Kleidung. Wolltest du keine Piercings? “Ja, Herr das wäre schön?” Gut die werden wir am Ende des Urlaubs, dir stechen lassen. In deine Tittennippel und dein Minisäckchen! Danach werden wir uns erkundigen was alles für eine Heirat bursa escort bayan notwendig ist. Damit wärst du nicht nur Sklavin sondern meine eigene Ehe-Sklavin.”“Aber das bin ich doch schon, Herr.” “Ja das stimmt schon, nur dann gehörst du mir für immer, und du wärst abgesichert.” “Da habt Ihr Recht, Herr” “Ab jetzt bist du wieder meine süße Michaela, bis wir in dem Hotel sind.” Danach verluden wir das Gepäck, und fuhren los. Unterwegs rief Daddy Robert einen seiner besten Freunde, Rechtsanwalt Berner, den ich nur als Herrn Ralf kenne, wegen den Unterlagen für die Hochzeit. Herr Berner meinte nur: “Robert, wartet noch ein halbes Jahr, es wird ein Gesetzt verabschiedet, das schwule /lesbische /transgender der Ehe gleichstellen.” Daddy Robert meinte nur: “Ralf wenn das durch ist, teil mir mit was gebraucht escort bursa wird, okay?” “Wo kann ich dich erreichen?” “Auf dem Handy, Michaela und ich machen jetzt einen geilen SM -Urlaub. Ich glaube meine süße Sklavin Michaela braucht noch ein bisschen Erziehung.”Nach ca. 6 stunden fahrt erreichten wir das abgelegene SM -Hotel. Nachdem wir eingecheckt hatten, legte ich mir mein mattiertes Metall-Halsband, und die Metall-Arm- und Metallfußfesseln an. Mein Herr klinkte die Leine am Halsband ein, und führte mich so zum Essen. Während die Hotelsklaven unser Gepäck in die Suite meines Herren brachten.Im Speisesaal sah ich das alle Sklaven neben Ihren Herrschaften auf dem Boden saßen. Manche wurde von Ihren Herrschaften gefüttert, in dem diese ihren Sklaven/inen dir Nahrung zu warfen, wie man es in Zoos macht. Manche Sklaven/inen mussten Ihre Nahrung aus dem Napf essen.Mein Herr, meinte nur: “du darfst heute neben mir sitzen und normal speißen. Wir werden von Fall zu Fall entscheiden, meine süße Sissy-Sklavin Michaela.”Fortsetzung

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Thank you everyone so much for your feedback! Be it good, bad or otherwise, it has been super helpful! Thank you for favoriting chapter 01. Here is chapter 02, I hope you enjoy it!!

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*****

“So, you work in publishing?” Elliot, my blind date, was going through the typical ‘first date’ questions. I smiled.

“Yeah, for graphic novels,” I responded. He looked confused.

“You mean comics, right?”

“Sure. Comics.” I smiled. Elliot was cute. Really cute actually. He seemed like a nice, put together and all around great guy. He was interning at a law firm, but he was next in line for a full time position. He lived by himself in a one bedroom apartment in the Financial District. He had a black lab named Martha and loved taking her for runs up Riverside Drive. It was a bit of a trek, but it was worth it. He lived well because he had money from his parents and he wasn’t embarrassed about it.

Elliot had picked the restaurant. It was an incredible seafood place downtown where it was infamously difficult to get a table. We had just gotten our main courses. So far everything had been delicious. As I looked around the restaurant I wondered how I was going to afford to pay for my meal if he suddenly decided that he wanted to go dutch.

Patricia had set me up with Elliot. Hopefully, it was because she thought he was a good match for me. Secretly, I think it was to get me out of the apartment so her and Alex could fuck in private. I didn’t usually say yes to blind dates, but I knew I had to get laid and sitting in my apartment wasn’t going to get me anywhere. When you are getting off to your friend and your roommate fucking in the living room, you might need a dick intervention.

So far, Elliot was charming and the more we talked and the more wine I drank, the more attractive he got. Before I knew it, I was pushing the remains of my flowerless chocolate cake around my plate with my fork. I wasn’t quite ready for the meal to be over. As the waiter cleared out plates I reached for my bag.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Umm…getting my wallet out for the bill.”

“No,” he laughed, “No, I took care of that before. It’s on me, I know the chef.”

“You’re joking, right?” I laughed.

“No. Seriously, he’s a friend of the family. His company caters our Hamptons parties every summer.” Stunned, I slipped my wallet back into my purse.

“Do you always take girls to your chef’s restaurant?” I asked.

“Only the ones who I think are worth it.”

***

“Patricia! Patricia! I know you’re here.” I practically bounded up the stairs to the apartment. I ran in, slightly tipsy on wine, a good date, and an excellent good night kiss. I ran over Alex’s room and banged on the door. “Stop having sex and let me tell you about my date!” A moment later I heard a girlish squeal from inside and later Patricia emerged wearing one of Alex’s shirts and nothing else. She gave me a huge hug and dragged me to the sofa.

“Tell me everything!” she smiled.

“So,” I started, “we went to an amazing place downtown, where he knows the chef, so we got the best of everything. He is so so so attractive and smart and sweet and his family has a house in the Hamptons and he thinks I’m adorable and wants to see me again as soon as possible.” I could not believe how giddy I sounded.

“That is amazing!” Patricia squealed, “I knew you two would get along. A classy guy for a classy girl.”

“You seriously believe that shit?” Alex quipped. He was lurking at the edge of the living room in an old gym shirt and boxers. He had snuck out of his room and had, apparently, been eaves dropping on our conversation.

“Alex! That’s rude!” Patricia yelped.

“Listen Erica,” Alex said seriously, “he just wants to fuck you as fast as he can. That’s the only reason he did all that shit. He’s trying to impress you. If you’re smart, you will get what you need and get out.”

“Alex that-” Patricia started.

“What if I want a relationship?” I interrupted, “What if I want to see him for longer than a week? What if I want an actual human connection? Not everyone just wants to fuck Alex. God. You are such a…such a dick. I had a great date and you just had to come in and just rain on it.”

“I’m just trying to tell you the truth Erica. Most guys are horn dogs,” Alex answered.

“You mean most guys are like you?” I spat, “Elliot is a great guy. He is a better guy than you’ll ever be.” Alex’s bursa escort eyes narrowed on me. They were cold.

“I’m sorry that you’re a fridge bitch who can’t get laid, but that doesn’t mean that you can be naive about the way the world works.”

“Whoa, you guys,” Patricia said, becoming the moderator, “let’s all just take a break for a second. Okay? Okay?”

The tension between us could have been cut with a knife. I was staring Alex down, but he was holding my stare. Things were about to get uglier and everyone in the room knew it. Finally, he backed down.

“Fine,” Alex mumbled, “Fine. Just…don’t let me say I told you so.”

“Yeah!” I shouted, “And I’m telling you, not every guy is an asshole!”

***

“So, this is my humble abode,” I smiled as I opened the door to my room.

“Nice,” Elliot smiled, “It’s cute.” It was the first time I had Elliot in in my apartment. I had timed it perfectly so that I didn’t have work the next day and Alex was at Patricia’s so I didn’t have to deal with his attitude. Things hadn’t really been smooth with us since our fight and I didn’t want him to put me in a bad mood in front of Elliot.

I had transformed my room from its usual chaotic state. Its funny how the possibility of sex can incentivize some serious cleaning. I had brand new soft purple bedding and extra soft down pillows. I had replaced the light bulbs in my lamps and I had finally tidied my desk. I had swept, organized and even scrubbed the layers of dust off my baseboards. My room actually looked like an inviting, warm and sexy place.

I had been seeing Elliot for about a month and we hadn’t ever done more than make out. I had on a cute pink summer dress that made my waist look tiny and gave me amazing cleavage. It was time to take a leap forward in our relationship and I was going to do my best to make it happen tonight.

Elliot made his way around the perimeter of my room, checking out the books on my shelf and pictures on my wall.

“Atwood’s ‘Oryx and Crake’?” he said.

“Yeah. Its, kinda, my favorite dystopian novel.”

“Me too,” he smiled, “I mean, I don’t make it a habit of reading dystopian novels, but when I do, this is the one I’d choose.”

“Being in the comic business, you read a lot of them.”

“Yeah. I’d imagine that would be the case,” he said as he settled on my bed. He sunk into my comforter. “Whoa!” he laughed. He hoisted himself to the center of my queen sized bed and spread out. “This is like a hotel bed. You must take sleeping or, other things, very seriously.” He smiled broadly as he made himself comfortable. He leaned his head back into his hands, giving me an amazing view of his arms. His biceps bulged in his t-shirt. His shirt lifted ever so slightly to reveal his cut lower abs. I felt myself staring at him like a starved woman. I began to blush. I looked away.

“I like having nice things. I like keeping my space comfortable,” I mumbled. I carefully worked my away around my room to the edge of my bed. I sat down. I had never felt so awkward in my own room. The very thing I had been fantasizing about was sitting right in front of me and I had no idea how to go about getting it. For the first time in a long time there was a guy, who I found attractive and who found me attractive, lying in my bed. His sandy blond hair spread softly on my sheets. His mischievous green eyes flashed up at me. Seeing him on my bed was quickly pushing me over the edge.

“Come here,” he whispered. I was all too willing to oblige. I crawled over to him on my bed and straddled him. My sweet pink summer dress began to ride up my thighs. The deep V cut of my dress made my tits look positively mouth watering. He brought his hands to my face and pulled me in for a kiss. He kissed me sweetly, gently, and softly. I began to grind my hips against his. He broke our kiss and flipped me over to my back and climbed on top of me.

His hands stroked my face as his hips gradually began to join mine. I felt my body begin to scream for attention. My tits wanted to be grabbed. My hips wanted to be slammed. My mouth wanted to be violated. But, all I got was a delicate teasing. He was driving me crazy. I needed more.

I sucked his tongue into my mouth, imitating what I was craving to do to his cock. He moaned with pleasure. I felt his cock begin to press against my thigh. He began to run his fingers through my hair. I delicately put my hands on his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. I fumbled bursa escort bayan a few times but I finally got every button undone. I pushed his shirt up over his shoulders. He whipped it off the rest of the way while I ran my hands over his chest and abs. He was in much better shape than he let on. His shoulders were broad and freckled. His abs were tight and knitted into a deep V, which began at his hips that ran down to his growing hard-on.

He, finally, brought his hands to my chest. His hips became more insistent. The friction of his jeans began to press my dress up to my waist. I rolled my panty covered pussy against his jeans to release the stress. I was getting so hot that I began to gasp with each tiny release. I needed him inside me.

He delicately pulled the straps of my dress down my shoulders and gathered the top half of my dress to meet the bottom half gathered at my waist. He looked down at my breasts and he grabbed one in each of his hands.

“You are so beautiful,” Elliot whispered. He slowly rolled my nipples between his fingers. I felt my hips began to writhe. It felt so good. I wanted his mouth to join his fingers, but instead he began to run his tongue down my neck, in-between my breasts and down to my belly button. I desperately reached for his belt. I quickly undid it and whipped it off in one swift, almost comic, motion. I unzipped his pants and began to push his jeans down with my feet. He pulled his jeans off. I pulled my dress off. He hooked his fingers into the edges of my panties. He paused. “Are you sure Erica?” he asked, “I promise, I won’t mind if you say no.” I nodded emphatically.

“Yes! Please. Yes,” I whispered. He pulled my panties down and then pulled off his boxers. His cock was hard and wet. The head was big, tight and red and, for the first time, I really understood wanting to lick a cock like a lolly pop. I felt my mouth water. But, before I could grab it, he shoved my shoulders down against the bed and spread my legs with his. Frantically, he began to push his cock into me.

I wanted to have sex, but I need a bit more warming up than that. I started to say something, but before I knew it, his was inside me. Just having a man inside me felt so good that I didn’t really care that I wasn’t as wet as I wanted to be. It had been way too long.

“Yes,” he hissed. He grabbed my hips and began to pump in and out of me. I looked at his face, his eyes were screwed shut in concentration. His hands were holding my hips. His abs were tensing with every thrust. His forehead was beading sweat.

I wanted to be at the same level he was. I began to press my hips against his, but the moment I moved, he pressed my hips back into ‘place’. I started to squeeze his cock from the inside, trying to pull it further into me, imagining he was going deeper than he was. He gasped the first time I squeezed him. I smiled. He thrust harder. Yes, I was starting to get close. I squeezed again, making my pussy even tighter.

“Shit!” he moaned and thrust even harder. I was getting close. I began squeeze him in rhythm. “Oh my God! Erica, I’m-” he moaned. He pulled out and came in short spurts on my stomach. I could have slapped him. I was so close. I could feel my orgasm creeping in through my toes. He quickly grabbed his boxers, wiped my stomach down and curled himself around me as big spoon. “That was so good baby,” he whispered as his body enveloped mine.

“Elliot,” I whispered, “I, umm, I…” I trailed off.

“What babe?” he mumbled.

“I didn’t cum,” I finished. Elliot was silent. I felt like maybe I had said something wrong. “I usually wouldn’t say anything, but…it has been a long time,” I rambled. He quickly snaked his hand between my legs to my pussy and began to roughly massage my clit.

“That what you want babe?” he whispered against my ear. I moaned from the initial contact, but, as he went on, he wasn’t quite doing it for me. Right before I said something, he used his other hand to begin to finger me. I was getting closer. But, he kept missing my spot. He was sloppily thrusting his fingers into me, randomly hitting a spot that felt great and a spot that felt painful. But, damn it, I was going to cum. I began to grind my hips, trying to redirect his fingers. Between his rough treatment of my clit and haphazard fingering, I somehow managed to make the experience enjoyable. However, I was still resting on the edge of my orgasm. I needed something to push me over. I began to escort bursa let my mind wander. After blazing through my typical masterbatory fodder, Alex floated into my brain. I tried to push him away, but the image of him fucking Patricia was emblazoned in my mind. I imagined his well muscled back flexing with every thrust. His ass tensing as he shoved his cock into me. My body shuddering as he tore me apart. I slowly felt myself begin to slip over the edge. I whimpered and moaned as I finally coaxed myself to orgasm. It wasn’t very powerful, it wasn’t very satisfying, but it was enough. Elliot looked at me and smiled.

“Happy now?” he teased. He quickly kissed my neck and shoulders, before sliding out of my bed. “Is this your bathroom?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered. He went inside. I heard the shower begin to run. I stayed in bed. I felt strange. I felt even more frustrated after sex than I did before. But, I reminded myself that the first time with a new partner isn’t always perfect.

Suddenly, I smelled something burning. I grabbed my robe and opened my door. It was coming from the kitchen. I didn’t remember leaving anything on in the kitchen. I ran out to see what it was. I rounded the corner to the kitchen only to find a drunk and/or high Alex standing in-front of the stove in his boxer briefs trying to make grilled cheese.

“Fucking butter,” he mumbled.

“Alex, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at Patricia’s?” I asked. He turned around, looked at me and smiled.

“Erica!” he yelled, “I’m makin’ grilled cheese because it is the food of the Gods,” he stated, very matter-of-factly, “I left Patricia at her place, because she didn’t want to have a threesome with the hot grad student I met at the Columbia party. She was too short for Patricia,” he complained, “Seriously, what is the point of fucking a bi girl, if you can’t have threesomes? Columbia girl was so hot,” he trailed off, “Anyways, hot Columbia girl abandoned me at 96th street for some Juilliard dancer fucker. So, here I am!” Apparently Alex had already had quite a night.

“Alex, maybe you shouldn’t be using the stove in your condition,” I responded. He looked stupidly adorable just standing there smiling and holding a smoking pan in his hand. “Give me that before you burn down the building.” He handed me the pan and moved out of the way. “Now, do you want one or two grilled cheeses?” I asked.

“Two please,” he responded as he sat, patiently, on one of the bar stools. He looked up at me like a pleased child. He must have been high out of his mind. I hated to admit it, but he looked cute. And the fact that I could see his rather impressive bulge in his briefs wasn’t too bad either.

“You know what Erica?” he started.

“What?” I responded.

“I want to shay shorry!” he slurred.

“Shorry? Are you high? Or drunk? Or both?”

“…Both…maybe…” he confessed. He continued, this time being overly articulate, “But still…I’m sorry! I don’t like being mad at you Erica. I don’t. We have to be friends. Are we still friends? Please?”

“Yes. Yes we are,” I responded as I finished grilled cheese number one.

“Are you sure? You aren’t lying just to get me to leave you alone?”

“I promise, it’s the truth,” I gave him a small smile as I served him his first grilled cheese. He bit into it before I could even put the plate down.

“This is amazing!” he cried, “This is like mom-level grilled cheese Erica.”

“Thanks.”

“Seriously, this is fuckin’ perfect,” he managed to get out between bites. He continued, “Also, you were right…about Elliot, that is. Elliot…Elliot is a good guy. And I hope that when you guys finally fuck it’s magical and that you have unicorn babies,” he giggled. I laughed and handed him his second grilled cheese.

“Thanks Alex,” I couldn’t keep down the giggles, “Unicorn babies? Seriously?”

“He is like the perfect guy and you are like the perfect girl,” he responded as he devoured grilled cheese number two. “So…unicorns,” he said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’ve missed hanging out with you Alex,” I confessed.

“Same here Er-Bear, same here,” he smiled. Things between us seemed really sweet and positive for the first time in weeks.

“You know what,” I started, “Elliot and I are going to his Hamptons house this weekend. I can invite two people to stay in the house with us. If you and Patricia have made up by then, you two should come. You guys can be my plus twos.”

“Seriously?” Alex asked.

“Seriously, its gonna be hot as balls in the city this weekend. Come,” I smiled. Alex smiled back.

“Sure. Sure,” he nodded, “it’s a date.”

TBC…

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Angelique stirred when she felt something on her back. She was sleeping on her stomach with her arms tucked under her pillow as always, but there was someone touching her. That was not normal. She never let anyone spend the night. She lifted her head and opened her eyes but she couldn’t see, her sleep fogged brain realized there was something on her face. A sleeping mask? She had one but rarely used it. She reached to move it but her hands didn’t move. She tugged but they didn’t budge. Her heart rate spiked with alarm. Meanwhile, those lips that had woken her were kissing their way down her spine.

Suddenly she remembered exactly where she was. Her Brothers had tricked her into retreating to a private island. She’d thought her mother had issued the edict, but no it was her brothers’ way of getting her here to have their wicked way with her.

She felt a soft wet tongue dip into the cleft at the top of her ass. It felt good, really good. She didn’t know whose tongue it was, could be Rhett or Dane, she wanted to demand that he stop, and she would, in just a minute. He continued lower and gooseflesh broke out all over her skin, man that felt good. The tongue swirled over her asshole probing against the tight muscle and her breath caught. No one had ever put their tongue there. If anyone would have told her how good it felt she would never have believed them. She was a little sore from Rhett having had his cock there the day before, or was that only a few hours ago? She had no idea what time it was because all she could see was pitch black.

The tongue soothed away the soreness before slipping lower and lapping at her cream and there was plenty, she was highly turned on. They had given her a drug that increased her arousal, was that still in her system? She had no idea but it seemed a good excuse to enjoy the pleasure she was receiving. She moaned and lifted her hips up off the bed. He took the encouragement, his tongue slipping lower penetrating her in a gentle erotic probe that made her long for the big smooth cock she knew he had regardless of which brother this was. They were both very well equipped in the cock department.

Strong hands gripped her hips and rolled her over giving the hot mouth full access to her pussy. His tongue lapped up all over her shaved mound sucking and lightly nibbling before he zeroed in on her clit. Far from the tongue assault, she’d received yesterday, today’s oral was much more gentle but no less intense. He worked her up and pushed her right over the edge, not teasing or making her wait, just giving her the amazing pleasure. Did that mean it was Rhett? More gentle with his tongue? Or was it Dane? She pulled against her bonds and her hands didn’t move. Dane loved his ropes, so he would be the one to tie her, wouldn’t he?

Those masterful lips moved up her body, a tongue flicked her navel ring and continued up. He kissed along the underswell of her breasts before moving up and lapping against her nipples. She couldn’t hold back a moan, her nipples were sore too but that tongue, those lips, were oh so good.

“Please,” she gasped, “please, please let me touch you,” she pleaded. She felt big strong hands first on her breasts, then slowly gliding up her arms. She felt him grip her arms tightly just below the bonds. His big hands completely encircled her forearms and the feel of him pushing them, holding them down to the bed, made her tighten her legs around him. He did something at her wrists that released the pressure. She could have pulled off the blindfold but she didn’t. Instead, she did what she’d been begging for, she reached down and touched him. Both of her brothers were very well built. Mature men rather than the young underdeveloped boys she usually dated. She gripped the muscled shoulders and glided her hands up his neck in order to lift his face away from her breasts, then she kissed him.

They had fucked her six ways from Sunday but no one had kissed her. She swept her tongue into his mouth and her stomach lurched at his unique flavor. His tongue lapped against hers, caressing, teasing, tasting. She could smell her juices on him but she didn’t care. She kissed him like a teenager in a make out session. She couldn’t remember the last make out session she’d been in, she’d forgotten how much she’d liked kissing. Whichever brother was kissing her back, didn’t seem to have a problem obliging her. She was the one to finally break the kiss. She moved to his neck, licking and sucking up to his ear. She sucked the earlobe rubbing her tongue on the underside. She heard his breathing accelerate and knew he was sensitive there. She licked and sucked the whole area while she nudged him up. He was much too big for her to just flip over like he did her, but she nudged him and he moved willingly over onto his back.

She followed the lead he set using her lips and tongue as well as her hands as she worked her way down his body. She sucked and bit his nipples and felt his breath hitch. Clearly, he wasn’t going illegal bahis to speak. They didn’t want her to know which brother she was with but she didn’t care, they were both exceptionally talented. It felt like an intimate connection was being formed despite the fact that she didn’t know who she was touching.

She ran her hands over his broad chest and abs. Memorizing the feel of the muscles under her fingertips. She was starting to really like the effects of the blindfold. She felt everything a lot more when she couldn’t see. Even not knowing who she was touching heightened her awareness to epic levels.

His short pubic hair was crisp against her palm as she slid her hand lower. She took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked up and down. She guided it to her mouth and slowly licked all over the head and then down the length. She slowly licked back up and then moved her mouth over the top she slowly took him all the way, opening her throat so she could get it all in her mouth. She held him there until she had to breathe and then slowly backed back up. She heard a low groan deep in his chest and wondered how hard it was for him to keep quiet. She swirled her tongue all around the head of his cock before taking the whole thing again. Her goal was not to make him cum, her goal was to pleasure him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Judging from the tension in his body she was doing a pretty good job. She continued laving him with her tongue, making him wet with saliva and precum, until he finally reached for her.

He gripped her arms pulling her up. He’d sat up and he urged her into his lap. She felt him position his cock at her sopping wet opening and she didn’t need another invitation. She sank down on him. His long hard cock filled every bit of space in her swollen channel. She sucked in a shuddering breath and he pressed his lips to hers. He caught her off guard. But she swept her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she rose and fell. The long thick cock hit every single sensitive spot within her and she shuddered.

“God, you feel so good.” She whispered into his mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” His only response was to kiss her again, his tongue probing her mouth in the same rhythm that she rode his cock. She felt her orgasm building and her body took over increasing the speed of her strokes and grinding against him. He moved his hand rubbing his thumb over her clit on the down stroke and she cried out as she came all over his cock. He kissed her again before lifting her off him and turning her over. He put her on all fours on the bed. He entered her with one sure push that drew a moan from her.

He rocked into her and she pushed back, the slap of their bodies echoing in the room along with her involuntary panting. When she felt his thumb rub over her ass she caught her breath but she didn’t protest this time. He breached her easily and arousal tingled through her. His other hand snaked around to her clit and the stimulation shot her straight into orgasm. He followed her into orgasm this time she felt his cum coat the inside of her as he gradually slowed. She sank down to the bed and he lowered beside her. She heard his heavy breathing beside her ear, but then she heard something else. A noise on the other side of the room and she knew they weren’t alone. One of her brothers had been fucking her and the other had been watching. Still, she didn’t lift the blindfold. She didn’t want to know which was which.

She felt him move off the bed and a moment later heard the door close. Finally, she took the mask off and looked around the room. It was bright the sun was up but it looked like it was early morning. She had apparently slept straight through until morning.

She looked at the rope coiled around her wrists, it was soft, blue with silver flecks and a large silver ring. Very pretty and very intricate, a coil from her wrist all the way up her forearm. She couldn’t tell how to get them off but she really didn’t want too anyway. She did want a shower though so she hoped they could get wet.

Her toiletries were in the bathroom so she took her time showering and shaving, letting the hot water soothe away the soreness and tension. It wasn’t until she got out and dried that she realized her other suitcases weren’t in the bedroom. She couldn’t find her clothes anywhere. She wrapped an oversized towel around her and ventured out of the bedroom.

“Where are my clothes?” She asked Rhett when she found him in the kitchen. He turned from the stove and deftly slid an omelet from a skillet to a plate. He was still wearing only board shorts.

“You want clothes, you have to earn them.” He said barely glancing her way. Instantly her hackles were up.

“How am I supposed to do that?” She snapped.

“However, I decide.” He poured an egg mixture into the pan.

“You want an omelet?” He asked and she realized she was starving.

“Yes, illegal bahis siteleri do I have to earn that too?” She glared at his turned back.

“Yeah you do, lose the towel.”

“If I don’t?”

“I don’t prefer to be a sadist, but I can be. I have some toys you don’t want to meet. We can start with a ball gag for your smart mouth if you want.”

He didn’t even look at her and that irritated her even more. He didn’t want her to drop the towel because he wanted to see her, he just wanted to make her uncomfortable. Well, it wasn’t going to work. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She whipped off the towel and tossed it over the bar stool next to her. She sat on the bar stool and reached for the omelet.

“I hope you have sunscreen, I don’t want my nipples to get chapped.” She said haughtily.

Dane stepped in from the other room and made an obvious perusal of her body. “Morning, Baby Sister. You’re looking delectable.”

“I’m naked, wet stringy hair, and no makeup, what’s delectable about that?” She rolled her eyes and took another bite.

Dane moved onto the stool next to her. “You, are what’s delectable about that.” He whispered right in her ear. He leaned back just in time for Rhett to hand him a plate. “Your beautiful body is the reason my dick is hard.” She immediately looked at his crotch, he wasn’t kidding there was a clear bulge in his shorts. “Your fantastic breasts are the reason Rhett keeps looking over here though he’s trying not to.” She glanced at Rhett now but he had his back to her as if he was trying to prove he wasn’t looking. She looked back at Dane and he smiled at her. Her insides quivered at the appreciative look in his gaze now.

She held her arm out to him where the rope was still coiled. “I got them wet, that’s not a problem, is it?”

“Not a problem.” He lifted her arm as if he were going to undo the tie and she quickly pulled it back.

“No, don’t take it off.” She glanced up at him and then back at the ropes, “I like it, it’s… beautiful.” Her voice softened as she ran her fingers lightly over the ropes. “I didn’t know they made rope that felt like this.”

“This one is silk, I have others that are hemp, bamboo, even some cotton.”

She fingered the rope on her arm, stroking her finger back and forth along the first line of rope. “Do you have red?” She asked softly. “That’s my favorite color.”

“I have red.” She looked up and he held her gaze for a moment before he slipped off the stool. He moved to a wooden chest sitting like an end table at the end of the sofa. He reached in and returned with a coil of blood-red rope. Just the sight of the rope made her heart beat faster.

Dane sat on the stool facing her. “Let me see your foot.” She immediately turned and held up her foot. Dane took her heel in his hand and lifted it up to his mouth. He swept his tongue under her white tipped pedicured toes and she gasped and twitched. He winked at her and lowered her foot to his lap. He unwound the rope and began deftly moving it through his hands but she was distracted by the hard ridge of his cock running against the arch of her foot. She curled her toes over rubbing the head of his cock through his shorts. He adjusted slightly to allow her a better reach but didn’t stop wrapping the rope around her leg. She gently explored the length of the hard ridge until he was apparently finished with her leg.

“Okay, I need the other one.” She looked at her leg and gasped in surprise. The red rope wrapped her leg from ankle to knee and right in the middle was a knot that looked like a flower.

“Dane, that’s beautiful. Where did you learn that?”

“Japan.”

She gave him her other leg while she continued to admire his rope work. The ropes weren’t tight enough to cut into her skin and yet there was enough pressure for her to feel it. It was an odd sensation and it turned her on. She rubbed her other foot against his cock that, she was delighted to find, was still fully engorged.

When it was finished the second leg matched the first and they were bound together. The feeling of being unable to separate her legs was unbelievable. Not being able to open them only made her want to. It made her want to open them wide and wrap them around Dane’s waist. Could she do it? Could she initiate sex with her brother? Without the excuse of being coerced, drugged or blindfolded? Would they think she was a total slut if she did?

“She looks good in ropes.” Rhett stepped up behind her and ran his hands down her arms and pulled them behind her. “You should do the rest of her.”

“Do you want me to bind you, Angie?” There was a challenge in his eyes, and he’d called her Angie. She knew beyond a doubt that she wanted him to bind her, she just wasn’t sure she could admit that. She could feel Rhett’s hard body behind her, silently waiting for her answer.

“Yes,” She breathed, at last, it was barely a whisper but he heard her, he canlı bahis siteleri smiled and moved over to his chest. She looked up at Rhett, his expression was unreadable and it made her uncertain. “Can I have a pill?” She blurted, hoping to forget her nervousness and the idea that what they were doing was wrong. Rhett’s eyebrows went up but he moved back into the kitchen. He returned a moment later and held up a small, round, white pill. She opened her mouth and held his gaze while he placed it on her tongue.

“Bite it.” He whispered and pressed his lips to hers. She bit down on it and sweet sugary flavor melted across her tongue. It was gone almost immediately and she parted her lips sweeping her tongue against his. She felt his hands on her breasts, his thumbs running over her nipples.

“Your breasts are gorgeous, Dane was right, I can’t help but look. Do you ever clamp them?”

“No, but…” She caught her breath as he lightly rolled her hard nipples.

“But?” he prompted.

“I… pinch them sometimes.”

Rhett continued to gently tease her nipples with his fingers, “When you’re having sex or when you’re masturbating?”

Angie closed her eyes and swallowed back her embarrassment. She wondered how long the drug would take to work, she could almost feel the warmth spreading through her body. “Both.” She said in answer to his question.

“You’re flushed, are you embarrassed?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I… don’t… I mean I have sex but I don’t talk about it.”

“I want to hear it, Baby. Anything you ask for I’ll do, ANYTHING, but you have to say the words.” He leaned and punctuated his statement by sucking hard on her nipple.

“Rhett,” she breathed and clenched her eyes shut, “I need… I need…”

“Yes?” He sucked hard on the other nipple.

“I need you to force me.” She confessed in a rush. He lifted his head and met her gaze and she read understanding in his eyes, he didn’t respond he only gave a brief nod.

“You about ready, Dane?”

“Yeah, just waiting for you to be done teasing.”

“Never done teasing.” Rhett smiled an uncharacteristically big grin and Dane laughed. She wanted to laugh with them and yet she really wasn’t in on the joke. As always, she was on the outside, so she sat quietly and watched with nervous anticipation as Dane moved toward her coiling a length of rope in his hands.

“Did you see her hands?” Dane asked when he’d moved behind her.

“I did.” Rhett smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. Their words made her realize she’d clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She released them but Dane just bent and kissed her shoulder. He removed the ropes already around her wrists and began with the new rope. He didn’t just wrap her arms, he wrapped the rope around her torso. Criss-crossing around her body and around her breasts. When he was finished, her arms were bound behind her but as before it didn’t hurt she just couldn’t move them.

“There are a million variations I can do if something doesn’t work for you. Or if it works really well, we’ll make adjustments.” Dane was still behind her and as he spoke with businesslike efficiency. He swept her hair up off her shoulders. He pulled all her hair into a ponytail on the back of her head and then he tugged on it, hard. The feeling shot electricity through her already oversensitized nerves and she gasped.

“Oh god, that sound.” Dane groaned, drawing a chuckle from Rhett. Dane tied back the ponytail. Dane moved in front of her to release her legs that we still bound together and Rhett moved behind her.

“Jesus Dane, she’s like a work of art. I don’t do pictures but you have to see this.” He held a small tablet in front of her and she saw several ropes all coming together in the center of her back to one large knot. Once again it looked like a big flower.

“That’s amazing,” she said softly.

“I told you, he’ll teach you to love the ropes, make you crave them.” Rhett whispered from behind her, “I crave them.” She looked back at him in surprise.

“He ties you like this?”

“Not like this.” Rhett chuckled. “I like my ropes rough and tight.” She stared at him wide-eyed.

“Does he… do you?”

“Does he fuck me when I’m tied and at his mercy? Hell yes, why do you think I crave it?” Rhett laughed and even Dane chuckled at that.

“So you’re… gay?”

“No,” Rhett laughed, “At this point, it should be clear that if anything we’re bi.” He fingered one of her nipples. “But no, the only men we’ve been with are each other.

Dane helped her to her feet and kissed her lips, “Come here, sweetheart.” While she’d been distracted by Rhett Dane had transformed the living room. He helped her onto a cushioned raised platform and laid her back. Once he had her positioned he went to work on her legs, this time she watched as he deftly weaved the rope into a series of knots that made it impossible to straighten her legs. When he finished he stepped back surveying his handy work.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled.

“Are you going to fuck me now Dane?” She asked a hopeful note in her voice that made Rhett laugh.

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The last thing Jason wanted to do right now was get out of the hot tub, but now that his sexual arousal had dissipated he realized that he was getting incredibly hot. He knew Megan had to feel the same. They must have been in here well over an hour. He glanced at her and noticed for the first time how red her face was getting. She just smiled back at him, and it warmed his heart.

He gave a little start when he felt his sister touch his thigh, but what she actually wanted to grab was his hand, and he gave it to her. She intertwined his fingers with his and rested their joined hands on her thigh, which pleased him immensely. It was an intimate connection, but Megan didn’t make any further moves.

With their fingers intertwined, they started unconsciously playing with each other’s thumbs. Megan took a breath and said, “So…are we cool?”

Jason wanted to give a snarky reply about them being quite the opposite of cool in a tub full of very, very hot water, but he knew by her tone and the way her grip on his hand had tightened that she was actually concerned. They had to talk this out.

“Yeah, we’re cool,” he simply replied. He returned her hand squeeze as an acknowledgement.

They turned their heads toward each other again. They were now sharing a truly intimate moment, and they maintained eye contact.

Megan smiled and said, “I really, really want to talk more about this, but…it’s just so fucking hot in here. I’m being boiled alive!”

Jason laughed. “Yeah, we should really get out.”

Megan glanced around the hot tub. It finally occurred to her that when she got out she would either have to give her brother a full view of her nude body, or ask him to turn away. After the what they had shared so far, it would be silly to abruptly become modest and ask him to turn away. And, she admitted to herself, she kind of wanted to show off her body to him. She quickly determined a fun compromise.

Jason watched as Megan flashed that deliciously devilish grin again. She said, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” With that, she jerked her hand from his and launched herself toward the steps of the Jacuzzi. He was stunned by the striking image of his sister’s completely naked body, from the back anyway, in all its glory, hot steamy water pouring from her as she raced out and toward the pool. He turned and followed her motion, taking in as much of her bare skin as he could, until she jumped into the pool, splashing and shrieking in shock and pleasure at the sudden coolness of this other body of water.

Megan felt her heart racing as she came up for air and slicked her long wet hair back. She knew she had given her brother quite a show, even if it had just been her ass and legs. He had already had a good look at her breasts too—had even ejaculated all over them! Her pussy tingled when she pondered whether she’d be willing to give him a good look at that part of her as well.

Her thoughts of incestuous exhibitionism were immediately set aside when she caught the site of Jason getting out of the Jacuzzi. To her utter amazement, he did not race out of the tub like her. Instead, he took his sweet time going up the steps, giving Megan a glorious view of his muscular butt, broad shoulders and toned legs. Then he turned and started walking toward the pool as if he had all the time in the world. When he got to the edge he stopped, put his hands on his hips, and struck a pose as if to be a superhero, basking in the limelight. Megan was transfixed by what she saw. With the combined illumination of the Jacuzzi, pool and landscaping lights, she could clearly make out the fine features of her brother’s nude form. Still glisteningly wet, his muscular chest and flat stomach were simply superb. But what she really wanted to study was well further down his torso, down toward his groin, to the object that hung from a dark patch of neicely man-scaped pubic hair: her brother’s cock.

It was flaccid but still slightly swelled and imposing in his post-orgasmic state. Megan literally licked her lips as she looked at it. Had she not been treading water, she knew her pussy would still be sopping wet. She was officially lusting after her own brother, and although she felt no shame about it, she knew the two them would have to address what was going on here.

Megan’s attempt at serious thought was destroyed instantly when Jason suddenly launched himself from the edge of the pool and tucked himself into the classic cannonball position. For a brief second before impact, Megan was awarded the sight of her brother’s sizable balls and taint. Then, at point-blank range, she was blasted by a shockwave of water.

They both resurfaced sputtering water and laughing hysterically. They were goofing off in the pool as they had done since childhood, and for a few brief moments, as they started a splash fight, the fact that they were now adults and naked was forgotten, but not for long. When they settled down a bit, Megan saw Jason’s expression grow a bit more serious. He stared intently into her eyes. illegal bahis Yes, they definitely had to talk, but first she wanted to take advantage of his distraction.

Jason didn’t know where this night was going, but he didn’t want it to end, and he was desperate to know if Megan felt the same. He gave her an intense look, trying to convey his feelings. Her response was quite a surprise. While she at first mirrored his serious look, and even treaded water closer to him, she suddenly kicked hard to come out of the water enough to plant her hands on the top of his head and push him under. In her effort to do this, she provided a new and extremely up-close glimpse at her huge wet wobbling tits, and Jason was grinning as he went under the water.

Even better, while his sister momentarily held him under, his face was within inches of her crotch. The image was of course blurred, Jason could see well enough to confirm that she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed into an adorable patch on her mons.

Laughing at her victory in dunking a person much larger and heavier than her, Megan finally let go of his head and waited. To her surprise, although there was no longer anything to keep Jason under, he lingered down there for several more seconds. Then it occurred to her: her little stunt had pushed her brother’s head into a nice close-up view of her pussy. She blushed at the realization, but it also made her clit throb. Christ, they needed to talk.

No doubt to Jason’s disappointment, Megan shifted in the water and swam slowly over to a shallower point in the pool where she could stand with her head and shoulders out of the water. She strategically picked a point where her breasts, though still quite visible, would at least have an inch or two of water obscuring them. She waited as Jason finally came up for air, looked over at her for a moment, then swam to join her. When he stood in front of her, being much taller, the water came to about the middle of his chest.

They starred at each other. They mostly maintained eye contact, but it was obvious when Jason would glance down to look at her breasts. Megan didn’t mind, because she too was stealing glances at his private area. She admired how his dick floated softly but thickly in the water.

Glancing back up into his eyes, Megan allowed a little smirk.

“Well?” Jason asked, nervously.

She said matter-of-factly: “We’re skinny dipping.”

Jason nodded. “Yep.”

“And we just…you know.”

“Yep.”

Megan asked, “How long have we wanted to do this together?”

“I don’t know,” Jason answered honestly. Growing up, he’d always considered his sister cute, and then eventually beautiful. And as an adult he had no problem considering her to even be sexy. But she was his sister. It really hadn’t occurred to him until this evening the he could go beyond thinking of her as sexy and straight into sexual.

“What about you?” he questioned back.

Megan tilted her head in contemplation. “Pretty much the same answer. I mean, I always knew you were a good looking guy, and quite a catch for the ladies. But you’re my brother.”

Jason grinned. Their thoughts were so similar.

She went on, “Not to get all Freudian, but it makes me wonder if there has always been an underlying level of curiosity.” She glanced down at his nudity, and then her own. “There’s also the fact that we’re still here, naked together.”

Jason nodded, then cleared this throat. “So…so what are we going to do about it?”

“That is the question, isn’t it?”

Megan closed her eyes for a moment, and a pained expression hit her face. Jason instinctively wanted to reach out and touch her face, to provide some form of support, but he was afraid of what that physical connection might lead to.

Megan sighed and opened her eyes. She said, “Now that we’re sobering up, we need to consider what we’ve done and what we’re now doing.”

“In what way?”

“We’re married, Jason,” Megan said emphatically. “Setting aside that we’re…related, we have to consider what we’re currently doing to George and Theresa.”

Jason soberly knew the word that she was heading toward: cheating.

“I know,” he said, not saying the word.

“Do you think we are?” Her eyes were pleading.

He knew it wasn’t going to be the answer she wanted to hear, but they had to at least be intellectually honest with each other: “Yes.”

Megan closed her eyes again. Despite the seriousness of the current conversation, Jason allowed his gaze to lower again, and he drank in the sight of his sisters amazing breasts. He wanted to memorize this moment, as everything about what they were doing might be ending at any next moment.

When Megan opened her eyes again and looked into Jason’s face, she saw him looking down at her nudity. He hadn’t noticed yet, and she didn’t mind. She actually smiled. What was the harm of giving him what might be one last look? If they went to the moral high ground shortly, they would have to get out and illegal bahis siteleri get covered up. Being naked together for a few minutes more wouldn’t do any further damage.

She asked, “Jason, have you ever…cheated on Theresa before?”

That got his attention, and he matched her gaze.

He said directly: “No.” It was the truth, and Megan instinctively believed him.

“Same here,” she said soberly. Being a woman, she had been the subject of pick-up lines and being hit-on since puberty, but she had never so much as entertained the thought of stepping out on George. Yet here she was now, naked with her brother. Maybe that was it, she suddenly pondered. It wasn’t like Jason was some random dude she’d picked up at a bar. She had known Jason literally her entire life, far longer than her husband. As siblings they loved each other, had always been close, even intimate—though never in a sexual way until this evening. Maybe this was why…well, she realized she need to verbally articulate this to Jason.

“Here’s the thing,” she began. She tried to work it out in her head while saying it at the same time. “This is going to sound weird, but because it’s you and me, us, it doesn’t really feel like cheating.” She grimaced at him. “Does that make any sense?”

Jason swallowed and nodded. “I think I know what you mean. As two married adults, we can both acknowledge that what we did in the Jacuzzi, and being, well…” He gestured back and forth between their naked bodies. “What we’re doing behind our spouses’ backs is of course inappropriate. And I would probably be horrified with myself if I did this with anyone else except you.”

In the seriousness of the moment, Jason reached out under the water and took one of Megan’s hands. They maintained eye contact. He said, “I know it sounds completely hypocritical, but…emotionally, I just don’t have a sense of guilt with you.”

Megan squeezed his hand. “I feel the same, Jason.”

An awkward silence fell. They had basically admitted that, while they knew what they were doing was wrong, neither necessarily felt guilty enough to stop it. So the unasked question was, what now?

With her free hand, Megan reached up and touched her brother’s cheek. He formed an erection at just this simple gesture, that’s how electrical her touch was. Were she to look down into the water, she would easily see how he felt about the situation. But her eyes stayed on his.

She said, “Jason, I want much more than what we shared in the Jacuzzi.” His erection throbbed even harder. “But…I’m also terrified as to where this could lead.”

Jason’s heart sank, but he could only admire her honesty and fortitude. He was disappointed but also somewhat relieved at not having to make the decision himself.

“I understand,” he said softly, giving her hand another gentle squeeze.

“I don’t regret what we’ve done,” she continued. “But I think the best thing now is for us to get out, get showered and cool our jets.”

He reluctantly nodded, and his erection began to subside.

Megan brought her hand from his cheek to behind his head, and she very gently pulled him down toward her as she leaned up on her tip-toes, causing her nipples to rise out of the water. Jason willingly bent down, ready to match any kiss she gave him. It was an intimate one, directly on the lips, but she made no move to open her mouth, and he didn’t press the issue. He did get hard again, but he also knew that this was more or less a first-and-last kiss to end the intimacy.

They kept their lips pressed together as they tilted further and touched foreheads. Jason heard his sister let out a slight sigh, and one of her warm tears managed to fall on his cheek.

When they parted, Megan’s eyes were closed. She turned her back to him, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “You go first,” she said. “I’ll give you a few moments.”

He looked at her back for a long moment. All he had to do was step over and wrap his long arms around her petite body. He felt that if he pushed the issue, she would succumb. But after…how would she feel? Would she resent him for preying on her during a moment of weakness?

With his penis softening again, Jason finally turned and made his way out of the pool. A couple of times he glanced back at Megan, part of him hoping she’d be watching him, maybe even inviting him back into the pool with her. But she remained turned around. Their game was indeed over, he realized. Before gathering his own clothes, he took Megan’s and quickly folded them, setting them neatly down on a nearby lounge chair. He took her wet bra and panties and hung them on the arms of the chair. He then gathered his clothes and made his way into the house.

Only when Megan heard the patio door open and close did she finally turn. He was gone, of course. She sighed and climbed out of the pool. She smiled when she saw how he had arranged her clothes. Her brother had always been a gentleman, no matter the situation. She didn’t bother putting on any canlı bahis siteleri clothes but instead walked back into the house naked, still dripping pool water due to the lack of towels. She instinctively knew that he would give her privacy to make her way to her own bedroom and bathroom. Sure enough, as she approached Jason’s bedroom—it was directly across the hall from hers—she could hear him showering in his own bathroom.

His bedroom door was also closed. And she closed her door behind her as well.

After drinking a couple of cups of tap water from the bathroom sink—she hadn’t realized how incredibly thirsty she’d been—she stepped into the shower and enjoyed the warm spray of fresh clean water after spending so much time in the chlorinated hot tub and pool. She dried off after the shower and put on a simple nightgown, skipping any layer of underwear. She didn’t bother looking at the clock but knew it was very late by now. She had drunk so much, she hoped that sleep would come quickly and easily, and as she settled between the sheets, she also hoped that by the morning the tension and craziness of what they had done this evening would be dissipated.

After tossing and turning or almost an hour, Megan was still fully awake.

Jason had finished his shower before Megan, and has he toweled himself off he crossed over to his bedroom door and listened. Hearing Megan’s shower going, he was happy that she’d gotten back inside okay. It had been tempting to peek through the windows to get another glimpse of her beautiful naked body, but some silly code of honor hit him, and he knew that she probably wouldn’t have liked that. Once dry, he didn’t bother putting anything on and slipped naked into his bed. Having been so drunk for half the evening, and having had one of the best orgasms of his life, he figured sleep would come easy.

It didn’t. His mind continued to dwell on the more sensual moments of the night: Megan’s large round breasts, her hard nipples, his cum splashing on her chest and neck… Despite the fatiguing drain from soaking in a hot tub and jerking off, he kept getting aroused, and it became increasingly tempting to masturbate again. He reasoned that if he made himself cum again, he could settle down. He gripped his erection and gave it a few testing strokes.

Megan stared straight up at the ceiling. The room was virtually pitch-black, and every several seconds a little light from the smoke detector in the ceiling gave a dim blink. Megan knew that something had been triggered in her, some kind of latent desire to experiment more with her brother. It was the most taboo of things to consider, but now that she had seen him naked, now that they had openly masturbated in front of each other, the desire to do more kept her heart racing, and her vagina throbbing.

This would not do, she thought.

Jason stroked his cock, but just slightly, just enough to maintain his hardness. He was torn about whether to get himself off again tonight. He started to imagine what it would have felt like to have placed his dick between his sister’s breasts, instead of just stroking himself over them. What if she had leaned forward and taken him into her mouth…

In the dead silence of the night, the subtle sound of a door opening caught his attention, and he immediately took his hands off his dick. Since it was just the two of them in this huge house, he knew it must be Megan. She was still awake? Maybe she needed something from the linen closet, perhaps she was sneaking down to the kitchen for a midnight snack, maybe—

Then the slightly louder sound of his door being slowly opened.

It had been long enough for his eyes to adjust well to the dark, and in the dim blue glow of a hallway nightlight, Jason saw the silhouette of his sister. She stood there in the doorway, her hand still on the knob. He could barely make out that she was wearing some sort of short nightgown. She remained frozen in place, and he realized that she was probably checking to see if he was asleep. He wanted to let her know that he wasn’t, so he sat up a little and twisted to face her way, resting on an elbow, only a thin sheet covering his nakedness.

Nothing was said for several moments, the two siblings just staring at each other’s dimly lit forms across the room. Jason was about to ask if she was okay, but he stopped when he noticed that Megan had removed her hand from the door knob. She lifted it to her shoulder.

He watched her take the little spaghetti strap of her nightie and pull it from her shoulder.

She said nothing. He said nothing.

He then watched as Megan turned her back to him while starting to slip the other strap from her shoulder. She started walking away, back to her bedroom across the hall, as her nightgown began to slide from her body. She went into her room.

She left his door open. She left her door open.

Jason got out of bed.

With a powerful mixture of fear an desire, Jason padded quickly to his door. He paused before crossing to her open doorway, and then he paused again. Megan had returned to her bed and was sitting up against some pillows. Her nightgown was now a small puddle of satin at the foot of her bed, and he could make out that she’d covered herself in a sheet.

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“What the…” he yelled as the door continue to swing open as his eyes looked at the scene inside on the living room floor. There was his fiance, beautiful as ever, soft tanned skin, sweet face and a body to be jealous of… but with another guy beneath her, filling her up as her shapely breasts hung down as he leaned down to kiss him as she moved… “You fucking bitch…” he said, pulling the keys out of the door and slamming it shut behind him, not even giving either of the two a chance to even realize what had just happened.

My name is Michael. I had just turned thirty two months before the wedding of who I thought was the woman of my dreams. Unfortunately, as I found out that afternoon when I decided to take a half day at work and surprise her, she was a woman of a lot of men’s dreams. We were actually engaged to be married two months later. That part didn’t bother me, once I got over the shock of being so blatantly cheated on. What annoyed me was the honeymoon.

Now let me start off by saying it wasn’t the cost that bothered me. Yes, I’d dropped close to ten grand on the vacation – a cruise, to be exact. I had lived as a cheap bachelor for my entire life after law school and had volunteered for every bit of travel I could. Hell, the firm paid for me to live, which meant I could bank most of my salary. That and I was going to be made partner soon, so that meant a large increase in my income. Like I said, the money wasn’t the issue. It was that I was stuck either losing the money or going on the damn cruise alone.

It was too close to the sail date to cancel and get the money back. And I had bought tickets for two nights before in San Juan and the room had its own balcony. It was something I’d always wanted to do and I thought it was going to be a great time. So I called up the company and asked what they could do – I mean, I didn’t know anyone who would want to share a bed with me on short notice – so instead I had them use that credit that would otherwise be wasted and upgraded me to a suite. Even after trying to burn the rest of the credit on things – unlimited drink packages, wine packages, excursions (instead of horseback riding, I went scuba diving or the most expensive damn thing they had) and the like. They were nice to convert the rest of the “loss” into shipboard credit, so I didn’t lose money. But it wasn’t the money that bothered me. I was going fucking alone.

I had actually thought of inviting some random girl to go with me. I’m not bad looking, after all. I’m just under six-foot and a healthy one-sixty, brown hair and green eyes. I played baseball and soccer in high school, soccer a bit more in college before I decided I wasn’t good enough, and then used the gym to get law out of my head. I’m fit and I take care of myself. Maybe too much, but I have to charm a jury from time to time. Being nicely groomed and handsome helps. One of the partners – one of the female partners – hinted that she might go… yeah, I let that one pass. Not that she isn’t pretty, it’s just that its a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen.

So here I am now, watching the diligent port official verify my information and ask me if I have any diseases, have I had the flu, all that bullshit. Just get me on the damn ship and give me alcohol. Not that I didn’t have fun in San Juan. I had a fucking blast. Better than I could have ever dreamed. If I have a chance later, I’ll tell you about that. But I was looking forward to this trip. Marooning myself on the ship, not a connection to the world if I didn’t want one, and all the alcohol I could drink.

“Welcome aboard,” the lady said in the tight blue polo that was probably a half size too small, a pair of white shorts hugging her hips and a gold belt buckle in the middle. “Glass of champagne?” she asked again, Michael’s hand replying without a word, taking it from her as his lips smiled. The drink was downed in a matter of seconds and he breathed deeply. “Another?” she asked with a chuckle and Michael obliged, debating for a moment whether to share his sob story or to just go on. The latter won out.

It wasn’t a few more steps onto the ship that he ran into a pair of ladies – older ladies, most likely head maids or something by the slightly different uniforms resembling more of a maid from one of the hotels on the island – that had little slips of paper in their hands that they immediately offered to Michael. “Lunch will be served at 1 pm, sir, until then we invite you to go one deck up to the spa and have a tour and look at our specials if you book today,” one started, handing him a glossy flier that gave about the spa’s phone number and location on the deck, and the second then finished, “And no need to worry about your bags. They will be delivered before dinner. An announcement will be made.” Michael smiled and just nodded, allowing himself to be moved in the direction they used. The words were practiced and understood to be rhetorical, even with a glass of champagne in him already. He turned as he heard the click of boots illegal bahis behind him, smirking as the ladies began the exact same speech as they had given him mere seconds before.

One deck up… he thought as he looked to the bank of three elevators to his right and then the stairs to his left. He paused for a moment, a bit impressed. Having never been on a cruise ship, it struck him as somewhat beautiful. It was essentially two banks of stairs with those leading down along the outer wall, twisting so that they came together in front of him in the middle. Art adorned the wall half a deck up. Twisting his head to the elevators, he muttered to himself something about not being lazy and walked up the stairs, slowing only momentarily to look at the painting of water droplets on what looked like glass. I guess they have to fill the walls with something… he said as he climbed the second half of the stairs. Even without the flier, it was obvious where the spa was: to his right was three crew members behind a table that outright blocked the door – the sign overhead said “Fitness Center” – so he assumed that was the gym that he had read about on the website. To his right, glass doors that had “Seaborn Spa” in elegant golden letters to the right, the room expanding inside with a small crowd already gathered.

As he slipped in the doors, he was immediately picked out by a lady that he realized quickly was the tour guide. “We have room for one more, sir!” she called out in almost a sing-song voice. She was younger – about the age of the first crewmember he had met – but she was prettier, most relaxed looking and definitely more exotic. She had a nametag, but he couldn’t read it from this distance, but she answered that question as she continued. “Hello. My name is Maria and I am one of the directors of the spa here on board. We are open from seven in the morning for you early birds, until eleven at night, in case you need some help sleeping. You can make reservations here with me and my staff, from your room phones or the new menu that is on the televisions in your room. If you’re in a suite or higher, your butler can make reservations for you as well.” Michael’s ears popped to attention when she said suite, blinking a few times as he pulled his SeaCard from his pocket, looking at the gold-colored piece of plastic, the only token right now of his suite. Cool. “Now, if you’ll follow me, I will give you a quick tour and an outline of what we can provide you while onboard.” Michael turned on his heels as Maria made her way through the group, his eyes naturally following her through the crowd.

But they paused when they saw a striking set of legs tightly wrapped in a pair of dark blue, denim skinny jeans. Poured in was more like it, the way that they cupped her tight ass and decorated those toned, round curves with embroidered patterns. But he almost laughed when she took a step and he could see an Old Navy emblem on the bottom of her flip-flop. It takes all kinds he thought as his object of momentary lust disappeared as the crowd of people began to move. He frowned, catching himself trying to look through the crowd for that ass again, but he brushed it off, shuffling through a set of double doors into a hall with rooms on either side, wide enough to stand three abreast. His eyes wandered the hall as they continued to walk, passing a small set of stairs leading down to the deck below. For a minute they shuffled through the hall, spilling out in a glass-walled room that overlooked the front of the ship and the helipad below. Michael smirked as he scanned the room again, smiling when he found that ass again. His eyes roamed up this time, no longer distracted by her moving legs and waited for her to turn a bit; right now all he could see was her back. She was thin and looked reasonably fit – that was all but confirmed by her legs and ass – and the orangish-red shirt was tight on her. She had shoulder length straight-as-straight-could-be brown hair and her arms looked fairly fit as well. Maria was saying something, but all Michael could think was Turn, turn, turn damn it!

And then the crowd all at once looked to the right, the entirely different direction that he was looking and it took him a moment to realize that. He could see that this girl’s hair was strarting to move when he twisted his own head, not wanting to look like the leering perv just minutes onto the boat. His attention fell back to Maria, now standing on one of the chairs, pointing at the nearby wall that contained an assortment of fruits, drinks and pillows, “After any spa appointment you can relax in here as long as you’d like. We encourage everyone to drink plenty of water after a massage; you’d be surprised how light headed you can be once we work all the stress out,” she smirked before hopping down with a cute little noise that even he could hear, near the back of the crowd and by the door.

The door! He thought, glancing down the length of the wall and seeing no other except the one they came through. He worked his way through illegal bahis siteleri the small crowd – it was no more than perhaps thirty in total and merely three between him and the door – and took up his post next to it. Now I get a look at her… he thought when Maria confirmed those very thoughts. “Now, if you’ll exit the same door we entered and take an immediate left, you’ll see the manicure and pedicure rooms on our way to the fitness center.” Michael smiled as he opened the door, holding it and waving off a few of the men who tried to take it from them. The wait was only a dozen seconds or so as he spotted the women of his interest from the same Old Navy flip-flops. He was smiling and nodding at each person that past and he didn’t change that habit when she came into view, chatting and walking with someone he assumed was her friend.

She was tiny, he noticed as she walked up, but she was beautiful. A narrow, long, softly curving face, petite, extremely toned, wide birthing hips, and he didn’t have to have much experience to tell she was wearing a padded bra. But while none of those features would have normally looked good – or attractive – alone, they just… fit with her. Her sunglasses were perched on top of her head and she had a smile that was just… he fell again to the word beautiful. Her friend, on the other hand, was definitely not as beautiful. What she didn’t have in that, she made up in other assets. She was wearing a relatively sheer white loose t-shirt over what looked to be a bikini top, her breasts almost spilling out of the side. Easily a d-cup, Michael thought, eyes sliding down her body as his nod brought him back down. She was thicker, perhaps a tiny bit overweight, but she had curves all in the right places and they were generous at that. She wore looser jeans, probably not wanting to highlight her flaws, and wore flats like most others it seemed.

He allowed his head to turn as they walked by, realizing he hadn’t seen the Friend’s face… but she too had a fairly nice, round ass. Probably runners, he thought with a smile, thanking a man who came up behind the two girls when he offered to hold the door, turning to follow them. It was then he wondered how he missed the Friend’s bright red hair, swirling down the side of her face in sweetheart curls. Suddenly he wasn’t sure which one he was more attracted too, but then he saw her ass again… and, as one of his friends from work would say while watching prospective jurors come in: dat gap. He smiled, he’d heard a range of dat’s working with the associate and it seemed these two had them all that he could remember. He wasn’t sure really, but he wasn’t about to text Peter and ask what they all were. Tits, ass, gap. That worked for now.

Closer to them now, he followed with the rest of the crowd as Maria let them to file in on one corner of the on-board fitness center. Coming from a rather low-rent family-style gym from home where there was little extra space between all the machines crammed into the space, this place was spacious. He counted five treadmills, a half-dozen bikes, at least that many ellipticals and a whole range of free-motion machines. Each with what seemed like an acre to themselves. The carpet was a soothing sand color and this too had windows that overlooked the port side of the ship. Maria was talking, but Michael only caught that access to the fitness center was extra unless you were a certain class of passenger or higher. He assumed his suite covered it, so he ignored when she discussed the prices. Instead, his ears were tuned to the two girls in front of him, Her and the Friend, trying to listen to them talking between the two of them.

“You really think you’re going to go an entire week without running? Or are you going to be cheap and instead run the track on the deck where everyone can leer? You’re impossible, Heather,” the Friend said with a bit of frustration in her voice, but Michael was more interested in the name. Heather. He could remember that… even better since he knew no one else, so he could sear that name to the girl with the nice ass. Heather was holding her SeaCard in her hand, turning it as if looking for some sort of code. Unlike Michael’s, hers was blue, although it did have a sticker of some kind on it. He could see Heather sigh, eyes glancing from the card back to the Friend. “Its $50 a day, Jess!” she said, giving him the Friend’s name, although not entirely. She shook her head and looked back at the card, “Maybe a day or two,” Heather added, an exasperated look on her face as Jess smiled. But Michael knew it was his chance to try and make an impression. He stepped forward and leaned in, half-talking, half-whispering while keeping a distance from the two girls.

“This place is attached to the spa… maybe you could squeeze a run in for the day after some treatment? Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” he apologized, his mind already racing to find some other way to keep the conversation going. Both girls turned their heads and the moods were as different canlı bahis siteleri as night and day. Jess was smiling and nodding, realizing the same flaw in the system that Michael had suggested. But Heather… she looked peeved that he had even spoken to her. She pocketed the card and crossed her arms under her chest, the look making it clear for Michael to butt out. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. I’d rather have that money for the casino. Sorry I said anything,” he added, leaning back and turning his eyes away. Michael had learned how to manipulate people a while ago; it was key to swinging the jury to your line of thinking. With Jess already happy with him for the suggestion, playing the victim would get exactly the reply that she gave.

“You didn’t offend. Heather’s just a bitch at times. Well, most of the time unless she already likes you. I’m Jessica, thanks for the advice,” she added, extending her hand which Michael took gently, shaking it, “I didn’t get your name or you’re -” she stopped suddenly when Heather elbowed her in the ribs, stopping her from asking what Michael figured was his room number. He smiled and turned his attention to Jessica, turning his body a bit as well. If Heather – great ass and all – wanted to be a bitch, he was going to exclude her from the conversation. Jessica was a beauty in her own right.

“Michael. Maybe I’ll see you around. I’m going to see if they can squeeze me in for a massage before lunch. Then definitely the casino tonight…” he gave away, giving Jessica what she could use, but his attention split between the two girls. Heather wasn’t taking nicely to being ignored or boxed out of the conversation, but she dropped her arms and took a step forward, the obvious look on her face melting a bit as she tried to be friendly. “Maybe I’ll run into you then,” he added quickly when Maria started wrapping up her tour with the standard “I hope you’ve enjoyed…” line that was so common. Turning to leave, next thing he knew Jessica’s hand was on his arm, his head twisting to look at it, pink-painted fingernails and all.

“Thanks for trying to help, I appreciate it,” she smiled and withdrew her hand, turning her head to Heather with a sort of expectant look, “The guy’s just trying to be nice and save us money, Heather,” she reminded him, by now a few others were glancing over. “Anyway, thanks. Hopefully I’ll run into you tonight at the casino.” The crowd began to move, headed toward the other door, the one that had been previously blocked by the table. Yet, by the way the crowd was disappearing, that table had been moved. Michael went ahead of the two girls, not bother to glance back. If nothing else, Jessica was sweet. He might be a bit overconfident after the las two days, but it didn’t hurt to befriend good looking girls.

Attention solely on getting back to the spa’s front desk, he ignored the girls as they disappeared with the others moving further back onto the boat, presumably to the buffet that had been promised. As he turned, there was Maria, coming back through the spa’s hallway opposite the crowd, a smile on her face as if it were etched there, completely natural. “Oh, do you want to make an appointment now? We have several specials today for sail-away specials…” she started her sales pitch, probably realizing that Michael, a guy by himself, was an easy mark. Either for himself or a surprised for his girlfriend or wife or mistress. “We actually have an opening for a massage right now. Well, ten minutes from now, to be truthful,” she continued; even Michael had to admit that the balance between soft and a hard sell was masterful. Looking down at the menu of services, he scanned the massages, smirking and shrugging his shoulders. Maria instantly knew what that meant.

“If its for you,” she started, pausing long enough for Michael to nod that she was correct, “Might I suggest a sports massage? Its only ten dollars more than a standard massage, but it is focused on not only relaxing muscles, but also stretching them to ensure that as much of the toxins locked inside are released.” Michael nodded, laying his SeaCard on the counter which Maria snapped up quickly… but still to his amazement, not overly eagerly. If the rest of the staff were as practiced and trained as Maria, this was going to be an amazing cruise. “Okay, you have…” and then she paused, blinking her eyes, finally breaking the practiced facade. “Wow, how did you manage to have over two thousand in onboard credit?” she asked, her eyes genuinely interested. Michael sighed and then chuckled, opening his mouth to speak, but pausing for a second to rethink it.

“Basically… two months ago I was supposed to be married yesterday. Reservations were nonrefundable, so they worked with me. I’ll probably be one of your best customers. And the casinos. I’m sure people will find ways for me to spend it,” he laughed, Maria going from something between a genuine empathy and a practiced ‘I’m so sorry’ look to an honest laugh, nodding in agreement. “I’m sure you’ve already thought about asking me about a facial, pedicure and…” pausing to look at the menu again, “Whatever a Thai mud therapy is. But for now, lets stick with the massage.” Maria nodded, her ponytail of black hair bobbing a bit as she clicked away.

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A couple months ago, I benefited from the most amazing coincidence. I had met and fucked Sonya, a gorgeous young woman, while I was camping in the Smoky Mountains. Later that day, I recognized my parents’ car and found Sonya going down on my sister Marissa. That led to a threesome, fucking Sonya first and then Marissa! Any guy would be surprised if he got to fuck his sister, but until that moment, Marissa had insisted to me that she was a lesbian. (She hadn’t come out to our parents, though.) As she put it, I don’t count as a guy.

Last week Marissa texted me and said she had an interview for an internship near my apartment and asked if I’d like to get together afterward. Naturally I said yes. Her interview was at the end of the day, so she’d be by after six. I made chicken and rice for dinner, one of our favorites when we were growing up, and one of a handful of things I can make well besides hamburgers and spaghetti.

When she got here, she was wearing a crop top and short shorts. As soon as I opened the door, she hugged me. She was wearing an exotic-smelling perfume. Over dinner, we talked about the usual things that family members discuss, but after a couple servings each, Marissa let her guard down. “I don’t know about you, but I’m really glad about what happened on vacation.”

“Me too,” I assured her. How could I not be happy to fuck two beautiful girls in one day?

“When we were young, I had the biggest crush on you,” she told me.

“I used to think about you that way too,” I admitted. “I had to put those thoughts out of my head. Not just because you’re family, but because five years is huge at that age.”

Marissa’s face lit up. “So you don’t think it is now?”

“It’s borderline,” I said.

“Meaning what?”

“If someone my age said his girlfriend was your age, I’d wonder what they had in common. Case in point, I’m working full-time at a career, and you’re looking for an internship.” I stopped and looked at her. “Your shirt.”

She moved her hips back and forth, evidently trying to make her tits shake. “Do you like it?”

“I like it so much I want to take it off,” I said, “but that’s not the point. I know you. You’re not dumb enough to wear a crop top to an interview, not if you’re serious.”

“What are you saying?”

“You didn’t have an interview, did you?” I asked.

She smiled. “You got me. I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” She found my leg and ran her foot up and down my calf.

“You’re always welcome, Marissa! You didn’t have to lie to me.”

“Not to you, but I couldn’t tell Mom and Dad what I had in mind.”

Now I smiled. “And what was that?”

“For you to do what you said you wanted to do,” she said. I didn’t react, because I didn’t know what she meant. “To my shirt.”

“And shorts too,” I added.

Marissa had finished her second serving. (Her two were only a little more than my first.) She pushed herself back from the table and said, “Come and get it!” She ran out of the kitchen. I let her get just far enough that I couldn’t see her, and then I got up.

I saw her turn right, so I did the same. I couldn’t see or hear her. I could see that my bedroom door was open, but I couldn’t remember whether I’d left it that way. The bathroom was on the left, but the door was closed, and I thought I would have heard it close. I also figured that there wasn’t enough room in there for me to take her shirt off comfortably. I headed toward my bedroom. As soon as I was in the doorway, I heard her behind me. She jumped on my back and kissed illegal bahis me. “Help, police!” I exclaimed. “There’s a strange woman in my apartment!”

Marissa got down, and I turned to face her. “I’m no stranger!” she protested.

“No, but you’re strange,” I said.

“I don’t see you complaining,” she countered.

“Shut up and get in my arms,” I commanded. I put my hands out flat, and my little sister jumped up. I caught her under her butt long enough for her to wrap her legs around my waist. Fortunately, she was barefoot by now. I put my arms around her back and held her tight. We shared a long kiss, and I told her, “I’m so glad you grew up.”

Marissa pushed her shoulders back, raising her boobs. “And out,” she reminded me.

“Definitely out,” I agreed. I set her down on my bed, and I lifted the hem of her shirt. I’d seen those tits a month ago, but not long enough to enjoy the view. Marissa lay back. I moved over her and feasted on those beauties.

“Ever since the first I heard you and friends talking about boobs, I’ve wished I had ’em so you could do this,” she said. “I still wish they were bigger.”

I stopped sucking on her nipple long enough to tell her, “They’re beautiful.” I put my hands on her waist to hold her steady so I could keep licking and kissing her tits. My hands ended up at the waistband of her shorts. She took that as a sign to push down. I could see just the very top of her bush over the elastic, and I went from merely feeling aroused to being just plain hard.

I started to pull them down further, but she stopped me. “Rick, before you go any further, tell me the words I’ve wanted to hear from you so long.”

I was thinking so much about getting into her pants that I couldn’t think. “What’s that?”

“Do you love me?”

I moved up and looked her in the eye. “Marissa, I used to perk up every time you got home when I came home from college. The only thing harder than not kissing you in public was kissing you just the right way when we were somewhere that kissing you IS okay. Yes, I love you!”

Marissa pulled me to her and kissed me hard. “I missed you the same way when you were away. I’d always ask Mom or Dad if they knew when your last final was the week before. I love you too, Rick!” She pushed me onto my back and added, “And now I’ll show you how much I missed you.” She unbuckled my belt. I helped out by unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. She pulled them down to my knees and rubbed my cock through my underwear.

“Do the same with your pants,” I told her.

“You do it,” she said.

Marissa’s right hand was in my way, so I could only pull on one side of her shorts. I hoped the fact that I could see part of her bush already meant that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and when I pulled the side down, I wasn’t disappointed. She tugged on the other side, and I could see her full bare pussy. From there I could get her shorts off. While I was at it, I took my shoes and socks off. When I returned to her side, I palmed her pussy. I could see her lips separating, and I slipped my index finger inside. I went in and out a couple times and asked, “Do I do it as well as a girl?”

“I’ve only been with two girls, Rick,” she said. “I’m not some lesbian slut.”

“There goes that fantasy,” I sighed. I probed a little deeper.

“I don’t know about better, but you do it more lovingly,” she said.

I added my middle finger and told her, “That’s ’cause I love you.”

Marissa rubbed my cock again. This time she put her hand through the opening illegal bahis siteleri in my underwear and fished it out. She pulled my fingers out of her pussy in the process, but neither of us minded. She stroked it a couple times. I sat up so I could take my underwear off, but she couldn’t even wait for that. She kissed the head before she took it into her mouth. I put my hands on her hips and had her move onto her knees. The view of my sister’s cute little butt was so sexy that it distracted me from the best blow job I’d ever had. She let me out long enough to ask, “Did I remember right from the first time?”

“You even added your own little touch,” I told her. “It’s amazing!” She continued to bob up and down on my dick. I warned her, “I’m gonna come!”

I thought she’d pull back like the first time, but instead she moved in closer. I could feel her teeth pressing lightly under my cock. The moment I felt my cum shooting into her mouth, she put her hands on my butt to keep her mouth close. When I stopped coming, Marissa let me out and sat up. “It doesn’t taste as good as a girl, but I like it better, ’cause it’s you.”

My dick had gone soft and retracted into my underwear. I reached forward and caressed the sides of her boobs. “What else did you want to do?”

“I think you know,” she said.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do, but I wanted to hear you say it.”

“I want you inside me.”

“That’s what I thought,” I said. I got off the bed.

“Wait! Where are you going?” she protested.

I pulled a box of condoms out of my bureau. “I wanna be inside you, too,” I assured her, “but I don’t want anything else to be inside you come next month.”

Marissa laughed. “Up until now, being a lesbian is all the birth control I needed. But I want you to come inside me. I liked how it felt last time.”

“Go on the Pill and we’ll talk,” I told her.

I started to unwrap a condom, but Marissa took it out of my hand. “I wanna try putting it on you,” she said. She was able to unwrap it, but we were both too nervous for her to get it on my dick by herself.

“Too bad Sonya’s not here to lend a hand,” I joked.

Marissa didn’t laugh. “It was fun, but from now on it’s just you and me,” she said with a straight face.

I put the condom on while she spoke. “Understood,” I answered. Marissa lay back and I was able to slide my latex-covered cock inside her pussy. This time I got to watch my dick separate her adorable little cunt lips. “Don’t get me wrong,” I told her. “I’d like nothing better than to come inside my loving sister’s womb, but I also want you to finish college.”

“I know you do,” she said. She put her left hand on my neck and held me close so she could kiss me. She put her right hand on my butt to encourage me. I was already hard as hell, and I started thrusting in and out of her. I must have touched a sensitive spot, because she pressed harder and blurted out, “Oh, God, Rick. I really do love you.”

“I love you too, Marissa,” I panted between thrusts. She started bucking her hips to bring us even closer each time I thrust in. I varied my angles in hopes of touching as many sensitive spots as possible.

“Come inside me, honey! Come in my cunt, Rick!”

“I’m almost there, Marissa!” No sooner had I said that than I started filling the condom.

I felt her cunt walls squeezing my cock for all the cum I had to give her. “Oh, God, Rick. When I look up and see the face of the man I’ve loved all this time, I go all gooey inside, and I wanna have your baby!”

I canlı bahis siteleri didn’t think about the repercussions if that happened. Hearing her say it excited me so much that I came even harder. “Here it comes, Marissa! I’m giving you all my cum!”

As both our orgasms subsided, she repeated softly, “I love you, Rick.” Then she added, “Did you mean what you said about going on the Pill?”

“Did I mean we could have condomless sex if you’re on it? Absolutely.”

“Thank God they have a pharmacy and a health center on campus,” she said. “And once I’m back on campus, Mom and Dad won’t know when I come here for a weekend.”

“It’s June now,” I pointed out. “What about next month?”

“There’s gotta be another park nearby with camping,” she said. We both sat up, and Marissa took the used condom off my dick. She tossed it into the trash can. She was such a good shot, I wondered why she hadn’t made the basketball team in high school. “You had a box in your hand. Got another one, or was that all of them?” she asked.

“I’ve got two more,” I said.

“That oughta get us through the evening,” she said.

This time we weren’t as nervous, and she was able to get the next one on me. I sat with my legs crossed. Marissa sat on my lap and put her hands on my back. I did the same. I pulled her closer, and we kissed repeatedly while we ran our hands up and down. Once I was hard enough, she pulled back enough for me to push my cock down, and then she slid forward to take it back inside her. I could feel her pubic bone over my shaft as I went in and out. I could see her young pussy lips moving back and forth as my cockhead went in and out. “God, Marissa, you’re so beautiful,” I told her. “I love you so much.”

“I can tell,” she said with a laugh.

“‘Cause I’m fucking you?”

She got serious. “No, ’cause you care enough to use protection even when I sound like I want the opposite.” Instead of her palms, she ran her fingers down my back until she got to my butt. “That makes me want it even more. You. I want YOU even more.”

The sensation of her fingertips on my butt made me fuck her even harder, but I also responded in kind. Her butt was as sexy to the touch as it is to see, and my fingers had a similar effect on her. She pulled herself closer, put my hands on her tits and gave me an open-mouth kiss. “I don’t know how much willpower I have,” I panted.

“Come inside me,” she panted in return. “What do you mean?”

“I’m coming!” I announced. “Next time I might be so eager that I skip the condom.”

“What makes you think I’d mind?” she asked.

“Well, I think I just felt some cum dripping backward onto my shaft.”

Marissa responded by pulling herself off my cock, but she did it slowly. “You won that round,” she said. “I guess we just shouldn’t fuck any more till I’m safely on the Pill.”

“That could be agony,” I said.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t do other things,” she said with a smile. I moved her onto her back and moved toward her pussy. It had been ages since I’d eaten a pussy that I’d just filled. “But not tonight. If we do this now, I’ll never want to leave, and Mom and Dad will think I was out with a guy.”

“You are,” I pointed out. We said in unison, “You/I don’t count,” and I affirmed, “I got it.”

The next day she texted me about a state park not far from Houston with camping facilities. Coincidentally, that same day Sonya texted me some nature pictures she’d taken near her home. I texted her back and thanked her for helping Marissa and me express our feelings for each other. I’m hoping Marissa and I can have a swim like the one I had with Sonya. Meanwhile, once Marissa and I are secure in our love, I might try to talk her into inviting Sonya to get together with us again. A guy can hope, can’t he?

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