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She was sitting across from you, her angelic glow radiating from her body, like it always did. You saw her picking at her plate at dinner but didn’t see her eating much. You could tell something was wrong and that distressed you, you hated to see your sister unhappy. Dinner was hard to get through without you having a few naughty thoughts about her; since the day you two had sex months ago, she was all that was on your mind and you were almost getting to the point that you couldn’t cum without thinking of Samantha.

Just as dinner was coming to a close you noticed Sam looking at you intently. Not staring, but looking at you as if she was trying to tell you something. Everyone was eating banana pudding for desert and you watched her closely as she brought up a spoonful of the pudding and licked the spoon clean. You didn’t think too much of it until you saw her slightly flick her tongue on the very tip of it. You smiled to yourself, but not a big enough smile for anyone at the table to notice, even though that was unlikely seeing as everyone was chatting with each other and no one seemed to be paying attention to you and Sam.

A few minutes after you two enjoyed that little tease, you could tell what Sam was trying to tell you. She had reached forward with her foot and rubbed against your ankle several times, and if you looked closely enough you could see that same flame that had enveloped her entire being the last time you two were together. You looked around and noticed that everyone was almost finished with dinner and you knew that Samantha would be leaving soon. You didn’t want this night to end, you were already getting very turned on for her and you knew she must have been extremely aroused for you by then as well. A light bulb turned on above your head, and you excused yourself from the dinner table, saying you needed to get something from your room. Sam, of course, did the same not five seconds later, saying she needed to use the restroom. You went into your room and your sister followed.

You stepped in first and you turned around to watch Sam close the door behind you. She walked over toward you and she started to whisper something intelligible. Finally you heard all you needed to hear.

“Jake, I need you again.”

Bingo. Your sister wanted to fuck you again, you knew it! But she continued to speak…

“I know how wrong this is and I know that it’s not exactly the best way for either of us to get laid but Jake I need your cock again. I can’t help it, I’m not getting anything from John and god Jake I just need you so badly.”

You leaned in to kiss her. Your lips touched hers and your entire body shook. Neither of you had ever felt this electricity, this dire NEED to kiss someone. To touch someone. To fuck someone. Samantha pulled back.

“Jake… this… is… so… wrong…” she said between pecks that she couldn’t resist giving you. You seemed to get frustrated with her and you put your hands up around her neck and pulled her into you. You pressed your lips against hers tightly, passionately.

“Then stop kissing me,” you responded a second later when you pulled away.

“I… can’t,” she said, meekly. But you heard desire in her voice. She wanted you.

“We’d better get back,” you said, not knowing how else to break the silence. You headed for the door.

“Jake, wait!” she exclaimed, but not loud enough for anyone to hear but you. You turned to face her. “Let’s go to my place. John is at work. Please Jake? I need you so much. I… I can’t help it that I’m your sister, I just need you to fuck me again Jake, please!”

Well, of course you weren’t going to say no to this.

“Alright, Sam, but we’re ‘going for a drive’, okay?” you suggested. She nodded and you two left the room.

The normally short drive to her apartment was driving you wild. Your cock was hard in your pants and you didn’t care if Sam noticed or not, you were hot for your sister and you were going to fuck her again. She needed you, she was the one to approach you this time, so you couldn’t hardly imagine what this was going to feel like. How amazing this was going to be.

Finally you found the two of you pulling into the parking garage. The car descended and you started to become nervous; what exactly did she expect of you this time? Your mind started to race and you tried to think of how you could plan this out, how you were going to fuck her. You loved how it was last time, so spontaneous, but this time you had time to think about it and you wanted to make sure you two did everything possible to have a good time. Still dazed, you realized that you had already gotten out of the car when she parked and you two were heading for the elevator. Once inside, Sam took a glance around the parking lot before being completely satisfied that no one was there to push the button once it was closed. And the doors began to close…

Samantha’s kiss came unexpectedly. A fierce, quick, wild kiss; full of need and wanton pendik escort desire. You felt her reach her head up and pull your head to the side so you could kiss her. You easily followed her gesture and found your lips on hers not for the last time of the night. Her warm, wet lips instantly put you into a trance, she took you to this world where nothing but her lips and tongue were there. You leaned more into the kiss and parted your lips to touch her teeth with your tongue, telling her you wanted your tongue inside of your sister’s mouth. She responded by opening her mouth and taking the initiative by forcing her own tongue inside of your mouth. Delighted with her forwardness, you felt goosebumps form all over your body and her tongue just seemed to fit right, it felt right. You wondered why you and your big sister had never kissed before a few months ago.

The ding of the elevator only gave you two a millisecond to pull away and straighten yourselves up. The doors opened and thankfully no one was in the lobby. Seeing this, Sam pulled you back in close to her for a quick peck and shoved her tongue into your mouth, swirling her tongue around yours just once before pulling back. Your eyes met once she went back down and she licked her lips while smiling – she looked so cute when she was horny.

She grabbed your hand and the two of you walked to the end of the hall, where her apartment was. You noticed that while you stood outside of her apartment that you had started to sweat and you were actually beginning to become quite nervous. You weren’t sure why, but you knew it was probably because this forwardness Sam was showing was intimidating. But then, that’s what big sisters are for!

Finally inside her apartment, inside her bedroom, behind a closed door, you two could unleash your desires for each other. Before Samantha could move in to kiss you (like you knew she would), you grabbed the sides of her neck and pulled her up toward you rather quickly, letting her know that you were in charge. Your lips pressed firmly together and you felt the heat rise considerably in the room. Sam brought her arms up and wrapped them around your neck and jumped up on you, wrapping her legs around you, so that you had to support her weight. Oh, this was a position you remembered! Not really sure if you could hold her up and kiss her the way you wanted to, you walked forward as best you could with your sister in your arms and your cock hard within your jeans. You knew the door was behind her somewhere and if you just kept walking…

Slam! You pushed her up against the door, forcing her back into the wood, and momentarily knocking the breath out of her slightly… but she continued to kiss you. She had not even given a response except a moan. So, then, your sister liked it rough, eh? You suddenly felt very powerful and wanted to fuck the life out of your sister. If she wanted rough, you wanted to give it to her.

Her tongue was exploring your mouth deeply, feeling the roof of your mouth, your tongue, underneath your tongue, and your teeth. She slightly pulled away, licking your lips, and you took this opportunity to shove your tongue into her mouth. You did the same with her as she had with you: exploring every nook and cranny of her delicious mouth. Her mouth tasted like pudding, and you just wanted to eat her up. You wondered if she felt the same just as she pulled her head back slightly and tapped your shoulders, telling you she wanted down. Still kissing her, you shook your head. You didn’t want to put her down. Your cock was rubbing against her crotch and mainly her tight ass and you were in heaven. Your sister pushed up against the wall in your arms, ravishing your mouth; of course you did not want that to end.

Instead, you pulled her off of the wall and turned one hundred-eighty degrees so that you were facing the bed, and you walked her toward it. You carried her weight while letting her tongue swirl around yours over and over in an even circular motion and when you felt the bed at your knees you suddenly dropped her and she fell backward, landing onto the bed. Too startled to react, you lean over Sam and slightly pin her down with your weight, and you start to kiss and suck on her neck. You heard her breath start to come in slightly shorter intakes and she started to moan softly. She had one of her hands on the back of your head, sometimes resting there, sometimes grasping a handful of your hair.

You asked her if she liked it into her ear and she nodded with a simple, “Yes, Jake,” as her response. You smiled as you reached forward with your right hand and brought it to her pussy. You could feel the heat coming from within her, you could only imagine how wet her cunt was for you. You ran your middle finger between her pussy lips and then asked:

“How about that? That feel good?” into her ear.

“Mmm, yes Jake,” she replied, her voice shaky. You put your hand on her shoulder and çekmeköy escort realized that you two hadn’t even removed any clothing yet, and you couldn’t have that. You started to reach forward to unbutton her shirt, but she removed your hands and pushed you up, getting out from under you.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” you immediately started to ask.

“No, no Jake, you didn’t. I just wanted to…” she got up and went over to her stereo and turned on a sexy song. Immediately she started to sway her hips to the beat and unbutton her shirt. “… strip for you,” she finally finished. Your raised your eyebrows in shock, yet definite approval. She smiled a devilish smile at you and turned the volume up a bit more.

She walked over towards you, her first button undone, and pulled her shirt open a bit as she began to sway her hips again. She lowered her hands to her hips and started an even rhythm. You found it funny in an odd way that she was charming you, even though she was the seductive snake ready to strike. Her eyes locked with yours and you could see the lust burning within. She lowered herself to the music, still swaying her hips, but allowing herself to go down as low as she could and then come back up. As she rose up, her hands came up to her shirt and she unbuttoned the bottom one.

‘Oh no,’ you thought, ‘she’s going to tease me.’ You couldn’t decide if you hated this or loved it. You wanted to reach out and touch her, since you were sitting up on the bed perfectly in front of her now, but you didn’t want to interrupt the show your sister was giving you. So you were a good boy and sat still. Her hips began to seduce you even more, she had taken a small step forward and her hips were now rolling out towards you and then back away. Towards you, then away. You watched her body curve and bend to the music as she reached up from the bottom of her shirt and undid another button. You could finally see the smooth skin of her stomach and you just wanted to reach forward and run your fingertips around her waist and touch her. But you resisted and continued to watch.

She had three more buttons to go and she undid the next two, one from the top, one from the bottom. You could see, to your delight, that she was wearing a sexy black lace bra that just made your mouth water. She moved in closer to you and turned around. Her ass was probably about two feet from your face, and your jaw just unhinged itself it seemed. Your mouth hung open as you stared at Sam’s tight ass rotating, gyrating, and popping to the beat in front of you. You practically had to tuck your hands underneath your legs to keep you from reaching out and grabbing that hot ass, it was so sexy. You had never seen anything like this before and your cock was about to explode.

Just as you thought you had to touch her, you couldn’t hold back any longer, she brought her hands up to the waist of her pants and rolled the seam down twice, so she lowered her pants about 3 inches. If your mouth was hung open before, it was on the floor now. What you saw just at the top of her pants was the top triangle of a see-through black thong. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You moaned aloud without even being touched.

You just stared at her ass, you couldn’t blink, you didn’t swallow and your mouth started to fill up with your saliva but you weren’t even paying attention to that. You just wanted her ass… you wanted your big sister’s ass. As if things couldn’t get any better, she reached her hand back, pulled it back towards you and slapped her own ass, turning her face to look at you as she did so. Your breath caught in your throat and you forgot how to breathe. You couldn’t believe what a whore your sister was being!

She laughed slightly at seeing you and turned back around, finally undoing the last button and allowing her shirt to come off of her shoulders, exposing her bra, chest, and stomach to you. You moaned again and looked her up and down, still swaying. You couldn’t believe it had only been two minutes or so but you didn’t want this to end. She smiled and turned once more, moving forward a bit. She knew just how to tease you, and she did an amazing job.

She reached up to the seam of her pants and started to pull them down… slowly. She rolled her ass out as she was bending over, she kept her knees straight and just bent down at her hips. You watched as her ass was exposed to you and finally you could see the string of her thong as she pulled her pants down. More, just a little more, and you could see her cunt. Oh yes, there it was, you could see that the thong was completely drenched, you could smell her musky scent and you finally felt yourself drool so you snapped back into reality and swallowed what felt like a gallon of your saliva that had collected while you were watching your sister.

Just as her pants were to her knees, you could not help yourself any longer. You reached forward and put maltepe escort your hands around her hips and pulled her ass towards you. You lightly bit down on her right butt cheek and kissed it. She had such an amazing ass. You heard her moan and she stopped moving, which you took to meant that she wanted you to continue. You reached one of your hands up and pulled the string aside so that you could lick down the crack of her ass. Your other hand came up and touched her soaked pussy, which you could not help to lower your head and lick at. Samantha tasted wonderful.

It only lasted for another second before she pulled away and finished undressing. She took her pants off and stepped out of them as she removed her bra and tossed it aside. However, you noticed her thong stayed on. You reached up to take it off of her, but she grabbed your hand.

“No, Jake, leave it. It’s so much sexier to have on a thong while you’re having sex, because it makes you feel like you can’t resist the person long enough to take off your underwear,” she said.

You slightly chuckled and looked at her. She was now standing in front of you, facing you, and you were standing as well. You looked down at her breasts and reached up to pinch her nipples, which were already hard, and she closed her eyes and moaned softly.

She allowed you to continue to pinch her nipples for a few more seconds before she said, “Let’s move onto the bed.” Of course, having no objections to that, you were pleased to hear her suggest that. Your balls were literally about to explode after that show. You decided that you wanted to make her cum before you did, like last time, and you knew just how to do that.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, your ass towards me,” you gently ordered her. She giggled with glee and almost immediately was in position, waiting for you, what she thought, to fuck her. You smiled and got onto the bed behind her, and told her to scoot up a bit so that you would have room. She did and you got situated on your knees behind her. You told her to spread her legs apart and she complied.

You couldn’t help but to massage her sweet ass for a few seconds and giving it a nice hard slap. She responded well to this, she moaned fairly loudly, so you decided to do it again. You brought your hand back and you whipped it back down, slapping her again. You smiled when you heard her moan again. She wanted you to spank her, and you wanted to spank your big sister for being such a bad girl and wanting to have sex with you. You slapped her ass about five more times, each time getting a very nice response, even hearing her moan your name softly once or twice, before you stopped. You looked down at her ass and saw that it was slightly red and you smiled. You just punished your big sister, and you loved it.

Remembering what you were going to do before, you brought your left hand up to move her thong to the side and hold it there, and you lifted up your right hand to her soaking pussy. To your surprise, she was even more aroused than before, very much so! You held your hand underneath her pussy in a cup-like form, and you rubbed her clit fast with your middle finger. You were testing to see exactly how aroused she was. You instantly felt her pussy start to drip, her juices were dripping straight into your hand from inside of her cunt. You counted to thirty and almost had her cumming already. Excited to see exactly how much had dripped into your hand, you removed your hand from underneath her and saw that her juices were almost dripping out of your hand, she had been so aroused.

You crawled up to her, up beside her, and held your hand out for her to see. She blushed slightly and you put it in front of her face. Knowing what you wanted, and perhaps wanting it herself, she began to lap up her juices right from your hand. She licked and licked until your hand was completely clean, and then you reached down to kiss her. You tasted her sweet juices and wanted more. But you had to resist, you didn’t want to eat her out, you wanted to pound her! You broke the kiss and moved back in position behind her.

You still had all of your clothing on, but you remembered how Sam had said that it was sexy to leave it on, so you decided to just unbutton and unzip your jeans and simply pull your cock out from your boxers. You steadied yourself and grabbed Sam’s hips. Before you could even push forward to enter her, she had thrust her hips back at you and your cock slipped halfway into her cunt. She was tight, yes, but god she was wet for you. You both moaned at the same time and you felt her push back more. She wanted the rest of your cock in her pussy and you allowed her to have it, letting her thrust back one more time and you were completely inside of her.

The warmth and the wetness and the strength that her pussy was holding you by was just mind blowing. You hardly remembered what it felt like to be inside of your sister, but now you recalled exactly how everything felt. You started to pull out of her and couldn’t resist thrusting back into her when you were only halfway out. You wanted to fill her up again. When she felt you shove your cock into her, she moaned loudly. You pulled out again, all the way this time, and thrust back into her. All the way inside again.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Marshall Mitchel’s blue Ford F250 SD coasted down the off ramp from the interstate. After three days of driving, with an empty flatbed car hauler, Marshall was tired of sitting. The truck was not uncomfortable, but the twelve hour plus days were taking their toll, and Marsh was enduring a serious case of TB. (Tired butt) He was looking forward to a nice hot shower, some real food, and a good night’s sleep. Marsh eased the truck to a stop at the end of the ramp, and then turned left. It was only a few hundred yards to the Best Western, and there was room to park the rig in front of the office.

Marsh opened the truck door and unwound his stiff knees slowly. “Watch the truck, Wolf,” Marsh said as he stepped away. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” The seventy pound German Shepard/wolf mix dog let out a low whine in response to hearing his partner speak to him.

Marshall Mitchel and Wolf had been constant companions for the last three years. Marsh was convinced that his canine companion understood English as well as or better than a lot of the people he ran into. Marsh had rescued Wolf from a cabin in the San Bernardino Mountain Wilderness, after a fast moving fire tore through the forest. Wolf was the only survivor of a litter of four pups, whose mother had also been killed by the smoke. Marsh had gone out to check on the old miner that lived in the cabin, and when he got to the remains of the old structure, the old-timers truck was gone, and the puppy was the only live being around. Marsh carried the pup back to his own cabin, and took care of the minor burn that was on the puppy’s left front paw. They kept each other company from that day on.

As Marsh walked through the front doors of the Best Western, a pleasant looking woman stepped to the counter, and asked, “May I help you?”

Marsh did a quick assessment, and guessed the woman to be in her late thirties or early forties. She appeared to be about five feet six inches tall, around one hundred thirty pounds, and really easy on the eyes. Her name tag said her name was Trish.

“I hope you can.” Marsh replied. “I hope you are holding a reservation in the name of Mitchel.”

After a couple of mouse clicks on her computer, Trish smiled and replied, “Oh yes Dr. Mitchel, You’re booked for three nights, in our king suite, with a possibility of an open ended stay.”

“Easy with that formal name calling, Trish. I hope we can be friends for at least a few days, and my friends call me Marsh. I have a service dog with me, is that going to be a problem?”

“No problem at all, Marsh. There’s a flat $25.00 cleaning fee, for any pets.” Trish smiled at Marsh. “Do you want to leave the charges on the card you used for the reservation?”

“Sure do.” Marsh smiled back.

“How many key cards would you like?”

“Well now,” Marsh grinned, “Wolf’s a pretty smart dog, and all, but he still makes me open most of the doors we go through. I think I’ll only be able to use one at a time.”

Trish slid the registration form in front of Marsh, and asked him to fill out the vehicle identification information, and sign the bottom of the form. As she handed the key card to Marsh, Trish added, “If you need anything, just call the desk here, and I’ll take care of you.” Marsh liked her smile.

Marsh walked back towards the front doors, and stopped to get one of the luggage carts. He wheeled the cart to the truck, opened the doors on the driver’s side, and took out his suit case, his hanging clothing bag, and his laptop case. “Wolf you’re with me this time.” Marsh smiled at the dog, Wolf came out of the truck, and sat on Marsh’s left side.

Marsh pushed the luggage cart into the lobby with his companion at his side. Wolf was used to staying at Marsh’s left side unless directed to do something else.

Marsh smiled at Trish as he and Marsh walked through the lobby. “I’ll move the truck and trailer to the big lot in back after I get settled.”

“No hurry,” Trish replied, “There’s plenty of room for anyone else to get by.”

The lock clicked as Marsh slid the key card out of it, Marsh pushed the door open, and pushed the luggage cart inside the room. Wolf followed just behind Marsh, and Marsh told him to make himself comfortable. The dog looked around the living room of the suite, and lay down in front of the sofa. Marsh pushed the luggage toward the bedroom, stopping to place the computer on the desk in the living room. The suitcase went to the small stand in the closet, and the suit bag was hung on the closet rod. The cart was empty, and Marsh pushed it out into the hall, for the hotel staff to take back to the lobby.

Marshall opened his suitcase and took out the clean underwear and socks. He opened the hanging bag and took his shirts and slacks out to let them relax, then took his toiletries to the bathroom, Placing his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, on the shelf in the shower, and tooth brush and tooth paste by the sink. Looking around the suite, Marsh was istanbul escort satisfied that he could live like this for a few days, and sat down on the end of the king sized bed. He called Wolf, and patted the bed next to himself. Wolf easily hopped on the bed, and parked himself next to his best friend. Marsh draped his arm over the contented dog, and allowed himself to doze into a light nap.

Marsh drifted back into consciousness about an hour later, glanced around the room to get his bearings, then stretched and sat up. Wolf stretched and hopped down to the floor. After another slow stretch and a huge yawn, Wolf sat down at the end of the bed and watched Marsh. “Make yourself comfortable big boy, I’m gonna take a quick shower.” Marsh stood up, pulled his shirt up and over his head, kicked his shoes off toward the closet, sat back down to remove his socks, then stood back up and dropped his jeans and briefs in one motion. The briefs got tossed to the open closet, and the jeans Marsh laid over the back of the chair beside the bed.

Marsh glanced at his own image in the mirror as he turned and walked into the large bathroom. He saw a tall, trim, athletic, but tired form looking back at him. At six foot three inches tall, two hundred fifteen pounds, Marshall Mitchel could be an imposing site. Thanks to the constant hiking and working out he had been doing for three years, Marsh didn’t have an ounce of extra fat on his powerful frame. He’d learned to move like one of the animals in the forest, without wasting any unnecessary energy.

Marsh turned on just the cold water and stepped into the shower, backed under the spray, tipped his head back, and let the cool water run down his body. After a few minutes of just absorbing the calm of the cascading water Marsh picked up the body wash and a wash cloth and proceeded to lather his face, neck and ears. Marshall’s mother had taught him that priority as a child, and he still started his shower the same way, always. Some shampoo through his long brown hair, followed by a bit of conditioner, and then a good scrub of the lower parts of his body had Marsh feeling refreshed. When the soap and shampoo was all rinsed off, Marsh turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

As the plush terry cloth towel absorbed the moisture from Marshall’s body, he felt a bit of an emotional tug inside, he and Becky used to dry each other after showering together most of the time.

It had been almost four years since the accident that took Marshall’s wife and seven year old daughter. The drunk at the wheel of the ten wheeled dump truck had blown through the red light without so much as touching the brakes. Becky and Elise had died instantly and the dump truck driver had walked away from the scene and into the bar on the corner.

Yes, the driver was arrested, and spent a few months in jail. The insurance company for the trucking company and the trucking company itself had paid through the nose, and as far as money was concerned Marshall would never need to work again, if he chose not to. None of that would bring back the two loves of Marshall’s life.

Dr. Marshall Mitchel had been in the emergency room working a normal shift, when the ED Medicine Chief had come into the nurse’s station. “Marsh, you are off duty, as of NOW.” Dr. Green was his friend, and by the way Tom had made his statement Marsh knew something was bad wrong. “You have two current patients, right?”

“Yes, that’s right Tom, and Lisa has three.”

“Give Lisa a quick report, and come with me.” Tom had said.

After briefing Dr. Lisa Cummings for a few minutes about the condition of the patients he was treating, Marsh walked with Dr. Tom Green, to the ED Physicians lounge.

“OK Tom,” Marsh started, when the lounge door closed. “What going on? Whatever somebody said I did, they were wrong. I didn’t do anything you can fire me for like this.”

“Sit down, Marsh.” Tom was way too serious, and Marsh was starting to worry.

“Marsh, I just got a call from Dr. Aitkins at the trauma center. Becky and Elise were taken there, and the Trauma Team couldn’t revive them. I have Ruthie on her way over here to take you to the center, and I want your car keys. Ruthie will stay there with you till I get another doc to take your place here, then I’ll be there, too.”

Marsh and Tom had graduated one year apart from the same medical school, and had done their Emergency Medicine Residency together at the same trauma center. Tom had gotten the Chief’s position at the smaller hospital a few miles from the trauma center, and had hired Marsh before he even finished his residency

In the quiet hotel bathroom Marsh thought back to the life he had, that had so suddenly been yanked out from under him.

In the almost four years since that day, Marsh had not been back in a hospital. After the funerals, and the seemingly endless paperwork were behind him, Marsh had moved up in avcılar escort the mountains, to the cabin on forty acres of forest land. He spent his days running in the forest, chopping wood, lifting weights, and restoring his old ’57 Chevy.

Now at thirty six years old he was in the best shape he had ever been in. He had kept up with the continuing education needed to keep his medical license current, and had recently been going down the mountain, to show the ’57.

He’d met James Turner at one of the shows. Jimmy was another car show participant who had been parked next to Marsh at the show in Palm Springs, last winter. After getting together at two subsequent shows, Marsh and Jimmy had become pretty good friends. Marsh had shared his interest in obtaining a ’61 Corvette to restore, and Jimmy had offered to sell Marsh one of the cars he had. Marsh was on this trip to pick up his “new” project. Jimmy had sent Marsh numerous pictures, and Marsh was looking forward to seeing the car in person. He was supposed to meet Jimmy tomorrow morning.

Dressing casually in a pair of jeans and a golf shirt, Marsh woke up Wolf, and the two of them headed down to the front lobby. Trish smiled at the pair as they walked up to the desk.

“Alright young lady, where can I find a shopping center and some decent food around here,” Marshall queried.

“There’s a pretty decent size mall about four miles down the interstate, and there are several pretty good restaurants surrounding the mall. It’ll be hard to miss.” Trish smiled and then added, “I’ll be here at the desk till about ten tonight, and I live here in the manager’s quarters. If you need or want anything, let me know.”

Marsh noted the emphasis Trish placed on the word “anything”, and smiled back at her. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll see if I can think of something to ‘need’.” Feeling a stir in parts below his belt was something of a surprise, Marshall had not even thought of a woman, that way, since Becky died.

At that Marsh and Wolf walked out to the truck, and drove around the hotel, to the truck and bus lot. Marsh hopped out and unhooked the trailer. Put a lock on the tongue of the trailer, and a cable lock on a couple of wheels. Back in the truck where his dog waited for him, Marsh fired up the big diesel engine and headed out to find some food.

At the bottom of the off ramp Marshall turned right and confirmed the information Trish had shared. On the edge of the mall parking lot there were several eateries and Marsh pulled the truck into the parking lot at The Olive Garden. It was early for the dinner crowd. At not quite four o’clock, Marsh knew he would have the place nearly to himself. He opened the windows of the cab, and quietly said, “Watch the truck Wolf.” Marsh knew there wouldn’t be anyone bothering the truck or its contents. He also knew Wolf would stay inside. Pity the poor soul who reached into the window, or much worse, opened the door.

Olive Garden menus are the same across the country, so Marsh had no problem picking what he wanted. He was not quite finished with his salad, and breadsticks, when the waitress brought him his baked ziti. Marsh hated eating alone, but had become accustom to it for the last three plus years. A meal didn’t take much time when there wasn’t anyone to share with. Marsh was back to the truck before five o’clock.

The extended cab pickup had a sliding back window that Marsh never closed. Wolf had full range to pass from the front bucket seats, to the back seat, and into the shell in back. Windshield to tailgate, Wolf owned the whole truck. Marsh kept a spill resistant water bottle and a large bowl of dry dog food in the back. Marsh left the Olive Garden with an extra bread stick. Opening the back end gate of the shell, Marsh dropped the bread stick into Wolf’s food dish, and it was in Wolf’s mouth, and devoured in an instant. “Good dog Wolf,” Marsh toned and reached in and patted the dog’s head.

At this early hour Marsh figured he could wander through the mall, pick up a few items he thought he needed, and be back to the hotel, long before Trish was off duty. Marsh had not even thought of a woman in the three years on the mountain, and now the possibility of actually spending some quality time with an attractive lady was giving him a bit of a wakeup call.

He pulled the truck out of the restaurant parking area, and turned around to park it in a sparsely occupied area of the mall lot. Marsh made a habit of parking a little farther from the entrance wherever went. It was a way that usually meant nobody would park too close, and disturb Wolf. He backed into the parking space, gave Wolf his instructions, and jogged over to the mall entrance.

Marsh walked around the mall a bit, and ended up in the big and tall men’s store he was looking for. After trying on some jeans and shirts, Marshall purchased two pairs of Wrangler jeans and three polo/golf shirts. He made a habit of buying his clothes at the big şirinevler escort and tall stores, because he could get clothes that were a bit longer. Marshall liked the fit of a longer shirt.

Returning to his truck, Marsh spoke to Wolf, tossed the two plastic bags in the back seat, and hopped into the driver’s seat. Marsh was going to be pretty early, and would likely have time to do some laundry. Marsh always washed any new clothes he bought. He had a little bit of dirty laundry from the trip, so two or three loads would be plenty.

Back at the Best Western, Marsh took the two bags of new clothes out of the back seat, called Wolf to come with him, and walked to the front doors. Marsh and Wolf walked through the lobby and down the hall to their room. After entering the room, and getting a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, Marsh collected his dirty laundry, and took the tags off of the new shirts, and jeans. He picked up the phone, and called the front desk.

“Front desk, Trish speaking. How may I help you?” Came the pleasant voice on the other end of the line.

“This is Marshall Mitchel; I need to do a bit of laundry. Do you have some washers and dryers at this establishment, or do I need to go find a laundromat?”

Trish chuckled. “I know who this is, and you certainly better not go find a laundromat. I have a washer and dryer here in my apartment, and since you insisted we should be friends, I’ll take it badly if you don’t come down here and do your laundry. You won’t even need any quarters.”

“Are you saying you can’t or won’t make change for my Benjamin’s? Trish heard the smile in Marsh’s voice.

“Just pick up your dirty clothes, and get your ass down here,” Quipped Trish.

“Well, I see how this is going to be,” Marsh replied. “I’ve heard stories about the bossy women back in this area. I’ll be right there.”

Marsh hung up the phone, picked up the laundry bag, and headed for the door. “I’ll be back, Wolf. Don’t wait up for me.” Marsh smiled as he watched the dog stretch and yawn.

Marsh stepped out of the room, and headed down the hall towards the lobby. As he got close, a door opened on his left, and Trish poked her head out. “Come on in this way,” she told Marsh. “The washer and dryer are right over here.”

Marsh walked through the door, and found himself in a small laundry room with a household size washer and dryer. Trish closed the door, turned around, and watched as Marsh emptied his laundry bag. Sorting the clothes into two piles, he opened the washer and dropped the first load into the top.

“Are you going to include a little detergent in this favor, or do I need to run down to Wal-Mart?”

Marsh’s question netted him a light slap on the shoulder as Trish opened a cupboard, and handed Marsh a bottle of liquid laundry soap.

“I’ll let you decide how much soap to use,” Trish told Marsh. “Some guys are fussy about just how clean they want to be.”

Marsh casually poured some detergent into the machine, closed the lid, and turned the dial to the regular cycle. After pushing the start button, Marsh turned to Trish with a mischievous grin.

“Are you going to call me when this load is ready to put in the dryer, or do I need to set a timer?”

That question got Marsh another playful slap. “I thought you might sit down and visit a little, like the friend you pretend to be.” Trish returned Marsh’s smile, and led him into a small, but comfortable living room.

“Pick a place to sit. Can I get you something to drink?” Trish made a sweeping gesture around the room, and turned to wait for Marsh to respond.

“My poison of choice is cold water.” Marsh responded. “If you can mix me a bit of that, I’d be a happy man.” Marsh had a huge smile on his face, and got one in return from Trish, who walked into the kitchen. “You prefer that on the rocks, or straight up?”

“Oh, I have a choice? I’ll have it on the rocks.” Marsh chuckled as he replied. He chose to sit on one end of the couch, in the small living room.

Trish came back into the room, handed Marshall a large glass of water, with ice cubes. She had found a cocktail umbrella to top off the clear liquid. Trish had poured herself a glass of lemonade, which she set on the coffee table. She pulled a rocking chair close to the corner of the couch where Marsh was sitting, and sat down, facing him.

For the next hour their conversation was light and variable. Subjects ranged from politics and religion, to music and art. It flowed like they were old friends. After a very short lull Marsh threw the first curve.

“OK, now I’m going to get personal.” Marsh paused. “If you will tell me. … I want to know why a beautiful lady, that’s as fun to talk to as you are, is single and hiding out managing a small town hotel.”

Marsh looked straight into Trish’s blue-green eyes. They were bright and the color was a lot like his Becky’s. Marsh suddenly felt the deep sadness that sometimes came over him, and his own eyes started to mist. He turned his head, and tried to fight through the emotion he was feeling. Becky was gone, and he needed to work past these feelings.

When Marsh turned back to Trish, she reached out and touched his leg. “Whatever that was about, you can tell me when and if you need to share, Marsh.”

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I smiled at Justin’s playful words, as we looked down at our lovely Darcy. Her beautiful breasts were heaving with quick breaths, her nipples standing up like little soldiers, begging for attention. Her long blonde hair was tousled a bit and her green eyes were glazed and unfocused from the wine and the making out. I could smell her arousal and my own pussy was drenched with need. Justin was rock hard, and stroking himself slowly, as he gazed down at our playmate. He leaned down to kiss her softly, catching one of her hands and moving it to his cock. Immediately her fingers grasped him and began sliding up and down the shaft, taking on the rhythm he had started. I watched them for a moment, then leaned over and joined their kiss, sliding my tongue gently between their lips. I heard both of them gasp with pleasure, and Darcy’s free hand suddenly was caressing my right breast. Her touch was so soft and feminine, something I had never experienced, except by my own hand. I was even more aroused by the act, reached down between her thighs, stroking her pussy lips. Justin’s hand brushed by mine, and I moved my fingers to spread her lips wide for him. Immediately, he slid his middle finger up and down her slit and diddled her clit. She began thumbing my nipple in response, and stroking Justin even faster.

My son raised his head from Darcy’s and leaned over to kiss me on the lips as he played with her body. His mouth took mine and his tongue plundered the inside of my mouth. I could hear Darcy making little sounds of pleasure as he stroked her. I reached out with my free hand and joined her in stroking his cock. His kiss became deeper as he felt both our hands grasping him, urging him toward his pleasure. I heard Darcy cry out and realized he had slid two fingers into her pussy and had been fucking her with them, bringing her to her first orgasm of the night. He pulled back from the kiss and said softly to me “How about a taste of our sweet girl, Mom?”

In seconds I found myself kneeling between Darcy’s firm thighs, pushing them open as wide as possible. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and she was panting. I ran my hands over her breasts first, teasing her, then as Justin began sucking on her nipples again, I lowered my mouth and took my first taste of another female. I kissed her lightly on her nether lips, then deepened the kiss. A wonderful aroma wafted into my nose, and I dipped the tip of my tongue into her. I could hear her moaning with pleasure again, knowing Justin was playing with her as well. She tasted divine, sweet and tangy at the same time. Wanting more, I slipped my tongue deep into her and began fucking her myself now. I let the slippery muscle work over the cave of her womanhood and slide against her clit. I felt her hips move beneath my ministrations, and that urged me onward. I was determined to drink her nectar as it gushed forth. I grabbed her hips and ground my mouth and nose into her, lapping and sucking until finally I felt her orgasmic juices fill my mouth. It was heavenly! I drank every drop hungrily until there was no more and then I licked her pussy clean.

Sitting up, I looked over at Darcy, and saw Justin was kissing her again. Her nipples were very red and puffy, so he had apparently been paying them quite a bit of attention during my delicious treat. He felt me move and pulled back, smiling at me. I gave him a smile back and then leaned over and took Darcy’s mouth with my own, letting her taste herself on another woman’s lips for the first time. She responded eagerly, sliding her arms around me and pulling me close to her slender young body. I rolled to my side, pulling her with me so we were kissing and facing each other. I ran my hands over her back and down to her ass, cupping halkalı escort it and squeezing it, grinding into her. She returned the movement and her tongue massaged and danced with mine. I felt my son’s hands move between our bodies and he began to play with both sets of breasts. He caressed us together and manipulated our breasts so that our nipples were rubbing against each other. Darcy wanted to cum again, for she was squirming in my arms, trying to slide herself against my leg to stimulate herself. I parted my thighs and let her do so, and I began the same movement against her. We humped each other wildly, Justin’s hands moving all over our bodies, until Darcy cried out and I felt her pussy gushing against my bare thigh. That was all it took to drive me over the edge as well, and I called out her name as my nectar coated her skin. We released one another and fell on our backs, panting, only to find Justin licking our cum from our legs. He cleaned each of us thoroughly with his questing tongue, as we recovered, smacking his lips afterwards.

“You two are delicious!” He grinned at us, his hard cock jutting out proudly.

Darcy and I exchanged a glance and rose to our knees at the same time, our mouths descending softly on my son’s hard shaft. He moaned with delight at the feel of two soft mouths caressing him. She stroked his balls as well, while I massaged his ass, our lips and tongues moving on his cock the entire time. He put a hand on each of heads, urging us on, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. We began to take turns sucking on him. One mouth slid over his cockhead and downward, while another tongue caressed lower down the shaft, then we would switch. Justin’s fingers tangled in my hair and gripped, but not too hard. He was making certain not to hurt either of us. Lovingly we sucked him together, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. At times we would even kiss around his cock, our tongues dancing as we slid them over him. This seemed to drive him insane with the pleasure. I was quite certain he had never had two women at the same time, and I found out later that I was right in this thought. The fact that one of them was his girlfriend and one was his mother had to be one of the hottest scenarios anyone could imagine. I knew what it was doing to me. That society found it taboo made it all the more sweet and erotic.

Justin stopped us from sucking him suddenly and pulled back just slightly. His voice was hoarse with lust as he spoke.

“I’ve dreamed of this moment for too long to pass it up now. Lay back, darlings, I want to cum all over your beautiful tits and I’m close now. Then we can clean each other up.”

We obliged him without a fuss, and he stroked himself over us, hard and fast, until a stream of cum began spurting forth. He coated both of our chests liberally, groaning almost painfully the entire time. When he had finished, he dropped down and sat on the bed, panting.

“Let me catch my breath, and then we’ll feast.”

True to his word, the moment Justin had stopped breathing hard, he leaned over, kissed each of us in turn and then pulled me over to join him in licking Darcy clean. What a pleasure it was to share my son’s cum with him, lapping every drop from her soft skin. I paid special attention to her nipples, as they were succulent as ripe berries to me. She was squirming again by the time we finished, but she sat up smiling a little.

“Casey’s turn now,” Darcy said mischievously, a twinkle in her green eyes, and Justin agreed.

They pushed me back on the bed and then I felt the joy of two young mouths working on my flesh, cleaning me joyously. Darcy licked taksim escort my nipples as thoroughly as I had licked hers and my son did his part as well. I was sopping wet again by the time they finished and in need of being fucked properly. They began to slowly tease my hungry body, kissing and caressing each erogenous zone. I had never been so thoroughly loved in my entire life. I could feel just how much each of them cared for me with each touch and kiss. I had closed my eyes to revel in sensation, but then I felt Darcy’s slender fingers parting my labia, spreading me, and then Justin’s cockhead was tapping at my pussy, questing for entrance. I moaned and that was all the encouragement he needed to slide in to the hilt. He began fucking me slowly at first, talking to me and Darcy.

“Look, Darcy honey. Mommy loves her pussy fucked, don’t you Mommy?”

“Yes, she does, Justin. Your Mommy has such a nice pussy. I like watching you fuck her.”

“Baby, I love to hear you tell me that. Why don’t you let Mommy eat your pussy while I fuck hers? Then you can suck on my dick while I’m fucking her.”

“Oh, I like that idea, honey. I think your Mommy likes the way my pussy tastes.”

“Do you, Mom? Do you like the way Darcy tastes?”

I managed to gasp out a “Yes” as the girl moved and settled herself on my face. As my son fucked me, I began sliding my tongue rapidly in and out of her moist cleft, and licking her clit. This was such an erotic feeling and I could just imagine what the three of us must look like joined together. The thought of that just made me even hotter, and I licked and sucked Darcy’s pussy even more quickly. I felt her gush against my mouth, but she didn’t move, so I began eating her again. Justin’s strokes grew harder and faster, and then as my muscles gripped him, he gushed deep inside me, claiming me again. Darcy’s orgasm followed a split second after ours. We all lay there on the bed gasping for air and I was dying of thirst. My wonderful son rose after a moment and left the room, returning shortly with a pitcher of ice water and three glasses. We drank together, and then sat back, sated for a bit.

I looked at Darcy’s sweet young face, and suddenly I felt guilty. Had we taken advantage of her? Had she really wanted to make love with both of us, or had it been the wine and her arousal that made her so pliable. I knew she was certainly over 18 and could consent to sexual play with anyone she chose, but I didn’t want her to have regrets or not want to have anything to do with us any longer because of the circumstances.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Justin looked at my downcast face with concern, his arm around Darcy.

“I just. . .well. . .Darcy, should I apologize to you, sweetheart?” I caught her free hand and squeezed it. She looked confused.

“Why would you need to Casey?”

“Because of all. . .this.” I had a hard time looking into her eyes, and found myself focusing on our hands instead. I felt her squeeze my hand back in response.

“Casey, no. This was wonderful! I was a little surprised by all of it at first, but I don’t regret anything that’s happened so far. I hope you don’t.”

Now I was able to look her in the eye and she was smiling warmly at me. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and met Justin’s eyes with my own. He was looking at me with a look of intense love and then he turned that same look on Darcy.

“I knew you girls were going to love doing this. We’re all so good together. I knew we would be.” Justin gave a happy sigh and hugged Darcy to him.

“Pretty sure of yourself, eh?” She teased him, gently elbowing him in the ribs and he laughed.

“Yep, sure am. Why not? I have two of the şişli escort most beautiful women in the world to make love to.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, my son!” I joined in the teasing and moved over to sit at his other side. He set his glass down and put his other arm around me. “Hey Darcy, have you found all his tickle spots yet?”

She looked intrigued. “I don’t know, Casey.”

“Now wait a minute you two. . .” Justin tried to pull his arms from around us, but we attacked him, with fingers moving quickly. We had him helplessly laughing soon, but the tickle fight soon turned into a kissing and caressing session, and we were all over one another again. Far into the night we loved one another, sharing orgasm after orgasm, until we couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer and all passed out together in the bed.

When I awoke the next morning, I found myself cuddled up to Justin on one side. Darcy was snuggled against his other side and the two of them were sound asleep. I slipped out of bed, pulled on a plain white cotton nightgown and made my way quietly downstairs, where I made coffee, then moved to the porch to sit on the swing. It was beautiful and quiet there at the cabin. I found myself almost wishing we could just stay here and live forever, loving one another in our own way, far from prying eyes and wagging tongues. The cool air felt good on my face, and everything smelled fresh and clean. I sat silently drinking in the beauty around me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. From out of the woods came a beautiful doe. She was cautious, but unafraid as she moved along, stopping to nibble at a tender leaf here and there. I watched her calmly go about her business until some sound unheard by my ears made her head whip up and gracefully she leapt away into the shadows of the forest.

“Darn it.” Darcy’s soft voice sounded behind me, and I turned my head. She was standing in the doorway, her eyes still fixed on the swaying branches where the woodland creature had vanished. “I was trying to be quiet, but I guess she heard me. Wasn’t she beautiful?”

I smiled at her and nodded. “How are you this morning, dear?” I patted the seat beside me and Darcy joined me. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and she cuddled against me, sighing contentedly. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, yes, Casey. I slept great. How about you?”

“Very well, thank you, sweetie.” I hesitated, then asked “Still no regrets even now?”

Darcy looked up at me, her green eyes glowing. “Not one. That was such a beautiful experience. Thank you.” She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, and I returned the kiss with enthusiasm. She tasted sweet and I deepened the kiss, knowing that we should go inside, but unable to stop. She moaned a little against my mouth, parting her lips even more, allowing my tongue entrance. I reached out and began caressing her full breasts, teasing her nipples to diamond hardness again, then I pulled her onto my lap, to straddle me. She whimpered and ground against me.

I broke the kiss and said softly “Oh, sweet little Darcy is hungry this morning for some more pussy, isn’t she? Does Darcy want Mommy to lick and suck her pretty pussy? Or shall Mommy suck on Darcy’s sweet tits first, and taste her delicious nipples?”

The girl moaned. “Oh, god, whatever you want. Please. . .”

I pushed her back slightly and bent to suckle her nipples through her long t-shirt. I could feel the wet spot on her panties growing quickly, as was my own. I worked my tongue in circles around her hard buds, making her squirm with delight on my lap. Vaguely I heard a noise nearby but I was so lost in what I was doing, I ignored it. Darcy had her head thrown back, allowing me full access to her tasty chest, and I began to push her t-shirt up over her hips. Suddenly another pair of hands joined mine and I heard a male voice say “Let me help you with that, shall I?”

I started and so did Darcy, for it was not Justin’s voice. This was a deeper and older male voice, and my eyes flew open, to meet the jet black stare of a stranger.

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Weekends with Mike and Sarah were okay, if a bit dull – visiting old buildings, having a walk in a country park, chatting, watching documentaries on the television. I liked them, enjoyed weekends with them, but a weekend every three months was enough! Sarah was my wife Tina’s sister, Mike her husband. Sarah, even in her mid fifties, was an attractive women. Slim, five foot six inches, long black – but now greying – hair. Always thought she had a cute ass, and her boobs were not large, but nicely round. Sarah was perhaps the stronger character, although she sort of seemed to lack “spark.” Married for thirty years to Mike had probably worn her down. Not that Mike was a bad man – quite the opposite. But he seemed more interested in ancient buildings, in books, rather than people. Somehow the relationship between Mike and Sarah just seemed dull, lifeless. Tina reckoned most of the problem between them was a non-existent sex life! Sisters talk…

Myself and my wife Tina had just spent a weekend with them. It had been fine. Just one minor triumph! We always slept in the guest bedroom. It was also the bedroom where Sarah would dry clothes when it had been raining and she couldn’t hang them out. This weekend there had been a clothes horse in the room when we arrived. On the clothes horse a mixture of clothes – mainly Sarah’s. As Sarah and Tina had chatted away, they asked me to put the clothes horse on the landing. I did, and as I did I noticed a pair of Sarah’s panties on the horse. Not the plain type I thought she would wear, but a pair of black lacy panties, semi see-through. Sarah later said she had bought them because they had been half price! Okay, so we are all kinky a bit! I like playing with a pair of panties! And thought a pair of Sarah’s would be fun – I could imagine her wearing them while I jerked off with them! And in the past she had been part of my fantasies… So I borrowed them, and packed them in my suitcase when we returned home – a hundred miles away.

It took me a couple of days to get around to hatching the idea, and sending the E.mail:

“Hi Sarah, really sorry, but when packing on Sunday I must have picked them up by accident or something, but found a pair of knickers in my case with the rest of my stuff. I’ll get them back to you. Do you need them soon, or is it okay to bring them next time we’re down? Surprised you wear such sexy knickers!! Love, Paul.”

Wondered if the E.mail would get a response, or what sort of response it might get. Taking a risk putting the last comment in, guessing – knowing Sarah – that she would take it as a joke. The response came back really quickly. I was surprised.

“Hi Paul, next time will do. Glad you noticed them – Mike never would. Lots of love, Sarah.”

The response was intriguing. Perhaps there was something here. I could only try.

“Thanks Sarah, perhaps you should show me some more when we’re down next time!! So you know they are appreciated.”

Again the response came within an hour.

“Maybe I could. If you like that sort of thing! L, Sarah.”

Where was this going? Sounded like it might be going in a good direction!

“Hi Sarah, I do like that sort of thing. Like to see panties. And bras. And stockings. But only want to see them if you are wearing them. Next time we’re down. Love, Paul.”

Was I pushing things too far?

“Paul – you are a naughty man! We’ll see… probably won’t get a chance… Love Sarah.”

I was shocked – here was my wife’s sister offering to wear underwear for me – I think! I wasn’t sure how to reply, so simply said – see you next time. Then went and jerked off with her panties. Should I leave them stained when I gave them back to her…?

We were next due to visit a month later, and I’d got a ticket to see my team playing down near where Mike and Sarah lived. I’d only got one ticket – Tina and Sarah would rather go shopping, Mike would rather look at old buildings! We were planning to go down Friday evening, me to see the game on Saturday afternoon, then we would come back on the Sunday evening. That was the plan, but when Tina’s mother got ill midweek before, I thought the weekend would be off. I spent Wednesday evening moaning I would miss the match…

Thursday evening Tina said – why should I miss the match? She had been talking to Sarah, and didn’t see why I shouldn’t go on my own. So that was arranged.

On the Friday evening I got everything in the car, and just as I was leaving, Tina gave me a big smile, a long kiss, then said “…of course, without me you can do anything, or anyone you want…” giving me a big wink. I worked it out – at least a little. Tina and Sarah had been talking… Our relationship had always had an open element to it…

I drove the three hours to the home of Mike and Sarah, pulled into their drive, and was greeted by them both as I arrived about 9pm. That evening we chatted. Had a glass of beer. We chatted about the weekend. Mike explained he would have to be away early the istanbul escort Saturday morning – he and a couple of friends were visiting an ancient castle on the coast, and wouldn’t be back until late afternoon. I smiled at Sarah – she suddenly seemed quite nervous. I said I was looking forward to the game – and would probably get the bus into town, then walk – I’d done it in previous seasons when my team was playing down the country. I think we were all tired after a working week, and me after travelling. We ended up in bed around 11pm.

I slept solidly. I didn’t get up till about 8.30am, just as Mike was leaving for his trip to the castle on the coast. After he had gone I sat down for breakfast with Sarah.

Breakfast was pleasant, chatting to Sarah about what the families were doing, how Tina and Sarah’s mother was (getting better). It was as she was getting up to wash the dishes I “remembered.” I reached into my pocket, pulled out the panties and said to her “oh, by the way – these are yours. I said I’d let you have them back.” I paused, and let Sarah get embarrassed. I held them up, smiled and said “these are sexy! Hoping to see a lot more like these this morning.”

Sarah grabbed the panties and turned away to wash the dishes. I put my hand on her shoulder. “Tell you what, I’ll finish the dishes. You go and get ready to show me some more. I’ll come up to your bedroom when I’ve finished.”

Sarah said nothing, but dashed out of the room…

Ten minutes later I climbed the stairs and knocked on Sarah and Mike’s bedroom door. Sarah opened it and stood aside for me to go in. She looked very coy, and really cute, as she wore a simple dark blue summer dress. I pointed inquisitively to the bed, then said “I’ll sit over there!” I sat on the bed.

I looked at Sarah, then said softly, “Okay honey, I’m looking forward to seeing some nice underwear. Then we’ll see what happens. Are you going to start by taking the dress off?”

There was a pause, almost as if Sarah was trying to decide whether she should go ahead, or not, then she simply reached down to the hem of the dressed, and slowly pulled it off over her head and dropped it on a chair beside her.

She looked amazing. White lacy panties. White lacy matching bra. I suppose I hadn’t noticed before she was wearing stockings. But they were white hold ups. With lacy tops. And then there was her naked skin framed by the underwear. I whispered to her “you look sensational.” I looked at her bra, how it covered her amazingly shaped breasts, with just a hint of the nipples pushing out, a hint of brown surrounding the nipples showing through the lacy bra. I looked hard at her panties, seeing a hint of dark pubic hair underneath. I think one of the sexiest bit of a woman is the naked skin between the panties and the top of the stockings. I think she was perfect. She stood there coyly, but kept her hands by her sides.

“Please turn around. I want to see you from the back.” She did, slowly, but again looked amazing. The bra strap, the only thing breaking up the skin of her back. The stockings ending just inches below the curve or her amazing ass. And what an ass. Curved. Slightly full as you would expect of a woman in her fifties, but wonderfully curved and framed by the panties.

“Turn back, babe.” She did, and again I looked her up and down again. “I think you have some more sets. Do you want to change into the next one? Wait…” Just I had spoken I noticed what was clearly her pyjamas on the bed next to me. Very girly – white cloth, with pink trim and teddy bears all over. “Wait – put the next set on, then put on these pyjamas over.” I tossed the pyjamas to her and she disappeared.

Five minutes later Sarah appeared at the door again, wearing the pyjamas. She looked so “girly.” I told her to come in. By now my trousers were beginning to be tight. “Okay honey, just lower the pyjama trousers to your knees. No further.” Sarah was still so nervous, and it took her a moment to lower them. Don’t know what it is, but there is something so sexy about a woman with trousers or panties just lowered to their knees. Under her pyjamas she was wearing a black lacy pair of panties and stockings, this time with a suspender belt. Again there was that fabulous two inches of flesh between panties and stocking tops.

“Okay, lift your top above your bra.” Again she did, and she had matching black bra. “Turn around.” She did, then back to facing me again. “Take off the pyjamas.” She did. She was stunning.

“I bet you bought them just for me to see today?” I smiled at her.

“Please, don’t, please I don’t know what to do.” I couldn’t quite make out what she was trying to say.

“What do you mean babe?”

There was a pause, before Sarah began to speak, with a tear running down her face. “Please I know where this is going but I don’t know what to do. It has been a long time…”

There was a pause, and then she avcılar escort spoke again. “I want it. I want to be ravished. I know what you are going to do. But I can’t, I can’t. I won’t make you happy… I don’t know how to make you happy…” The tears came more strongly.

“What do you mean, you haven’t done it for a long time? If you were my wife I would ravish you every day you are so gorgeous and sexy. What’s Mike been doing?”

Sarah let the tears stream down her face before she answered. “He’s gay. He doesn’t want me, and stopped wanting me a long time ago. I love him, but he won’t do it, can’t do it. We just stayed together because it was easier. With, you know, sex. I couldn’t make him happy.”

I let the tears subside before standing and putting my arms around her. After she had calmed, I stepped away slightly. “Babe, we’re going to carry on with this game now. And I’m going to make up for ten years of missing out. You won’t need to make me happy, but I’m sure going to try and make you happy, and use you as the slut I think you are.”

I held her a little longer until I thought she had taken in what I had said, before returning to the bed, leaving her standing at the end of the bed. “Okay honey, lower your panties to your knees.” Sarah was still wonderfully coy, but she did, she pushed her panties to her knees, revealing her neat dark bush, leading to the delights between her legs. And why is it that a woman with her panties around her knees is so sexy?

I looked at her, stared at her, knowing my cock was particularly enjoying what I was seeing. She was looking at me, so as she did I moved my hand to my cock, and gently over my trousers began to rub it. Can someone get more embarrassed? Sarah seemed to as her eyes watched my hand gently rotating on my cock, but her eyes were stuck, staring as I played with myself. I paused, undid my trousers and pushed them and my boxers to my knees, revealing seven inches of cock, hard, moist with pre-cum to this gorgeous half naked woman.

“Come over here and kiss my cock.” I beckoned to her, and slowly she came around the end of the bed, fear now in her eyes.

“Please, I can’t, I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before. Mike didn’t want me to.”

I smiled. “Then you are in for a first time treat! Kiss my cock!” I smiled, then nodded towards my cock. Slowly she plucked up courage, came to the side of the bed, bent over and coyly gave my cock a peck, then stood up straight again.

I smiled. “Now, kiss it, and lick it all over, every millimetre. And my balls. Till I tell you what to do next.” Again, Sarah coyly leant forward and kissed it. Then began to lick, running her tongue up and down. She seemed to like my pre-cum. She ran her tongue over my balls, then up my cock again. As she did I reached out my hand, whispered for her to spread her legs as far as she could, then run my hand up the inside of her thigh until the side of my hand was resting against her pussy. I tickled and caressed the inside of her thigh, then turned my hand so my fingers were caressing her pussy. As I played with her lips, pinching gently, then flicking her clit I felt her tongue jump, heard her moan.

“Take it in your mouth. Suck it.” This time she didn’t pause, she moved straight away. She was so good, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue caressing softly making my cock leap. I pushed a finger as far as I could into her pussy, which was now sopping wet. I rotated my finger around, making her moan. I searched inside her pussy for any particularly sensitive spots, making her moan even more.

Suddenly I removed my fingers, took my hand away. “Okay, remove your panties, lie on the bed, spread your legs so I have full access to your pussy. So I can see it and play with it.”

She stood up straight again and removed the panties. She slowly and embarrassedly lay on her back beside me and spread her legs. I leant over, kissed her pussy, then ran my tongue all over her pussy, resting on her clit. As I did she moaned, so I let my tongue kiss the clit making her squirm and moan out loud. I clamped my mouth on her clit and allowed my tongue to caress all over. Her body was shaking, her moaning non-stop, until suddenly her body exploded, her hips thrusting upwards, the wetness spilling out as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I thought it would go on for ever, but in the end she came down, gasping for breath, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide.

I let her catch her breath for a couple of moments, maybe a couple of minutes, before speaking to her again. “My turn now.”

I climbed on her, aimed my cock at her pussy, let the tip rest between the lips, before thrusting deep into her in one long movement. She felt amazing, warm, tight, wet. She moaned out loud as the full seven inches hit bottom. I steadily pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in, this time harder. I did the same a couple more times, making her moan each time as I did. Then stopped. “Open your eyes, şirinevler escort look at me. Look into the eyes of the man who is fucking you,” I ordered.

Sarah opened her eyes, looked into mine then closed them again. “Open them!” She did, again, and this time kept them open.

“Do you know babe, I got your story.” I spoke soft and gently. “You married a guy who was gay. You didn’t know and everyone thought he would change. In the early years you had sex once a week, but it was completely vanilla. You had a couple of kids. Then sex stopped, and you guessed and talked about it and stayed together for the kids, and then just stayed together. Both of you dulled to the fun of marriage. And I know your mother told you good girls didn’t do naughty things?” As I said this I pulled out and thrust back into her making her moan.

She whispered very quietly “yes – how did you know?”

I smiled before responding. “Doesn’t matter how I know. Now we are going to take you to the next step of being a whore. You are already hooked on my cock. Now we are going to put naughty words and thoughts into your brain, so you become the slut you should be. Do you want to be a slut?”

“No, it’s not right, okay, don’t know, yesssssssssssss…” She was confused until, mid sentence I had pulled out and thrust deep into her pussy again.

As she calmed I said to her “you’re going to answer some of my questions. What I am I doing to you?”

“Please, you’re making me embarrassed. Please, I don’t know…”

I wasn’t going to let her off the hook. I could simply have unloaded into her, but not for the moment. “No, when I ask what am I doing to you, you say to me – you’re fucking my cunt. What am I doing to you?”

It was clear Sarah was torn, but she said it. Softly. Quietly. “You’re fucking my cunt.” As she said it her body gave her away – her pussy twitched on my cock.

“Oh, I felt that. Squeeze my cock again.” I felt it – she was trying with her pussy muscles to squeeze me.

“You are a whore. I’m going to fuck your cunt like a whore like you wants to be fucked. And I’m going to shoot my spunk deep into your cunt. And then next time I’m going to fuck your mouth and shoot my spunk down your throat. And then I’m going to fuck your asshole and shoot my spunk into your guts…”

With that I began to slide my cock out and in as she said “no please, don’t talk like that…”

I stopped. “Okay I won’t talk like, if you start talking like that.”

Somehow I seemed to have unleashed a volcano, a whore, a slut, as her body started thrusting upwards as I thrust into her over and over. “TALK. NOW.” I ordered, as I fucked her. “Tell me what you are. Tell me what I’m doing!”

There was a pause, her cunt getting more and more slippery. “Please, you’re fucking my cunt. Please I’m a whore…” As she spoke her orgasm took over, her second, and she moaned, her cunt pulsing on my cock, squeezing. It was too much. I groaned, thrust deep in her and started shooting my cum deep into her pussy…

It took a couple of moments for both of us to come down. I lay on top of her breathing heavy, but not as heavy as she was. I rolled off until we were lying side by side. At last I spoke.

“Wow, what an amazing fuck you are. Ten years of frustration. I think you are a whore. A slut.” She turned her head to me, and was smiling. “I think you’ve got a lot more to go this weekend. – and a lot more for the future. Perhaps we should get showered and dressed. I’ve got a match to go to…”

It was a draw! A good result for my team! I was back for an evening meal, shared with Mike and Sarah. Not only was she hot in bed, she was a good cook! A dream wife!! Second only to Tina… After the evening meal Mike and I were in their sitting room chatting, drinking a beer. We chatted about the game, and chatted about a film Mike had seen. But then a pause, with Mike fidgeting nervously.

“Um, Paul, can I ask you something? You will answer honestly?”

I wondered – this could be tricky! “Sure, ask away.” I replied lightly.

“Paul, did you and Sarah, um, do it, um, this morning? When I was out? You know… Only she is, um, glowing like a woman who, you know…”

I spoke quietly. “Yes.”

Mike half smiled. “Paul, I don’t mind. I can’t do it. I’m gay.” We sat there in quiet, before Mike continued haltingly. “I could do it when we were younger and Sarah always wanted it, more than I could do it. And we had the kids. But I couldn’t do it after. We’ve not done it for a long time. We stayed together because it was the right thing. But I’m gay. And I hate it. And…” Mike’s voice faded away. “And it is wonderful to see Sarah glowing again – she hasn’t been like that for years.”

It felt like it was okay, so I decided to ask a question or two. “So do you have a boy friend. Ever done it with a man?”

Mike looked shocked. “No, we’re married, it could never happen. I love her. But until today we were both just numbed about, you know, sex. Do you want her to go to bed with you tonight?”

Mike said it hesitantly, but it sounded like an invitation. However, not sure what part of my twisted morals couldn’t cope with that. “No. I dunno. You are husband and wife, and husband and wife should always sleep together…” I wasn’t ready for that step, at this moment…

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Arising from a sweaty after orgasm glow, the room dark lit only with the glow from above the pool table, the smell of sex in the air the realization of everything that has happened how good it felt and the beautiful women bent over in front of me drenched in sweat, and the shadow from the pool table light above.

Sweet ass covered in cum, dripping down between her sweet little crack and my semi hard cock, my mind wonders how this night came to an outcome I have always fantasized about, the light accenting her body so perfectly. Rubbing my cock between her firm sweet cheeks down to her pussy stabbing deep into her again into her love, filling her full of cock and cum, my hands rubbing the sweat and cum over her perfect ass and back. Sexy dimples on each side of her back just above her perfect round ass, sliding my hands up her hips over her waist, sexy back and her shoulders, this perfect body laying there trying to regain her strength, her strawberry blonde hair covering her beautiful face lying on the felt of the table trying to catch her breath soft moans escaping from her lips with every touch.

My mind wandering to the moment of about an hour ago, a typical night every Christmas day, most of the family playing pool drinking have a great time in the family room. As the night went on the numbers thinned out as it was just Colleen and I playing a game, neither of us really realized or cared that they have left us alone. Colleen, like me is not that good at pool but we were making it fun, with a little ribbing and smack talk. I was down to just the 8 ball, but it was Colleen’s turn. Walking behind her as she bent over the pool table and got ready to take her shot, I playfully spanking her ass to distract her from her shot, looking back at me with a sly smile I have never seen before and strong sexual tone I have never heard from her before.

“Yeah I know you want it!” she growled.

Hearing her speak to me like that, gave my body a charge it has not had in a while. Colleen had never really spoken to me like that before, with sexual thought and intention.

From that moment everything in the house around us disappeared from my mind. My hands grabbing her hips, pulling my hardening cock against her ass messing up her shot, my mind raced for a few seconds about boundaries and the line that I just crossed, but it went away quickly as I felt her push her sweet little ass back into my growing erection. Feeling the heat from her body against mine I instinctively pushed my hands up her body under her shirt cupping her tits as she slides herself onto her hands on the table, she dropped her stick and let it tumble to the floor as my hands gripped her sweet firm small lace covered tits as my nose nuzzled in her ear feeling her breathing get heavier and heavier.

I quickly pull her top off and start kissing the back of her neck, she slowly turned to watched over her shoulder as I rubbed her back and slowly pulled open her bra, tossing it aside quickly my hands slid lovingly up her sides, cupping her tits again and I started playing with her big hard nipples as she turned to kiss my lips for the first time.

My well skilled hands flowing over the smooth soft skin of her tone body, touching everywhere I could to find her favorite spots, I turned her around kissing her deeply giving me a spark that I have not felt in years with my hands unbuttoning her jeans and slowly pulling them down over her sweet little round ass pushing them to the floor. Lifting her up pendik escort onto the side of the table kissing her as I push her back onto her hands leaning back across the table, I slid my lips down her soft curved neck over her tone firm tits, my mouth sucking and biting her hard nipples that were presented to me begging for me to touch them, I eagerly wanting to taste every inch of this forbidden fruit.

“Oh yes” escapes her lips.

Her hands sliding over my head leading me to where she wanted to be kiss touched and licked on her sweet firm tits.

Her body milting into my kisses and my touches, kisses and licks rolling down over her firm stomach while my fingers slide under the straps to her thongs, black lace with a red silk, the silk dark, and damp letting me know she is ready to be touched. She lifted her ass to allow me to pull her wet little thongs down giving me the first sweet smell of her musk.

“Take me Ben, eat me, I need you touching me.” She moaned softly.

Pulling her thong away from her body to find her sexy mound shaved clean, thinking to myself how sexy it was that she kept her pussy well groomed. Opening her legs wide as I fell to my knees kissing the inner of her thigh so softly and lovingly as I rubbed her calves, moving ever so closer to my goal with each lick, bite and kiss with each moan and movement making me more eager to taste the fruit of my desire to touch her feel her enter her become one inside her. My hands roaming her body eager to play with the new toy they have found naked in front of them.

She slides one of her hands through my hair and pulls me into her mound, and I do as I am guided eager to taste her lick her and make her mine. Each lick, suck, and bite of her clit had her moaning louder and louder, her hands on the back of my head as she lies back across the table knocking all the balls out of her way. Watching her enjoy my attention gave me even more determination to make her explode, reaching up with my left hand to play with her firm tits and hard nipples while my other hand help message her soaking wet pussy eager for attention. I started fingering her pussy as I sucked and teased her clit, from the moan and screams it was not going to be long before she exploded for me.

“Holly shit, I’m Cumming!” she screeched

She suddenly arched her back holding my head firmly in place over her pussy as she exploded, giving me a nice surprise squirting and showering my face and chest with her juices, and I welcomed every drop I could of her love. Licking her clean and allowing her to recover from her first explosion she was more eager than before, sitting up and pulling me up to her and kissing me deeply as the taste of her filled her mouth and the wetness of her orgasm covered her face. Enjoying our embrace and tongues she quickly reached down and unbuckled my belt and ripped opened my jeans reaching in side to grab the raging hard-on that she had created, pulling me out and stroking me as we kissed. A lightning bolt of pleasure and excitement rushed through me as she gripped my cock for the first time, a feeling that jumpstarted a part of me that has been dormant for some time.

She quickly pushed me back enough so she can slide to her knees pushing my jeans over my ass, grabbing the throbbing cock in front of her and devouring it quickly, sucking, jerking and teasing me. Grabbing her hair I watch her and help guide her down my shaft, she quickly learned what I liked and what kartal escort I really liked. Colleen pulled me out of her mouth looking up at me with those sweet eyes through her hair, and gave me the biggest smile I have ever seen when she slides my cock up and down her face then back into her mouth.

“Yes you dirty little slut suck that cock!” I said firmly trying not to let the situation let my voice crack.

Colleen seemed to enjoy my vocal nature and name calling by sucking me even harder with every name and sound I made. Her lips tongue and teeth worked my engorged cock to perfection and had me working hard not to slide over the edge and fill her face and mouth full of cum before I had a chance to fuck her.

“Colleen, baby please stop you’re going to make me cum!” I said somewhat out of breath.

The request seem to make her work ever hard, and proceeded to slide my cock down her throat swallowing me whole, her gagging and choking sent me over the edge. It seemed to start at the tip of my toes up my legs then through my spine, out my arms all rushing back to my balls that rocketed out of me in a symphony of orgasm and tingling throughout the body, anticipating from my body she pulled me from her mouth looking up at me started stroking me frantically as she aimed my cock over her beautiful perfect tits and body, rubbing my hard throbbing cock all over her chest, then sliding it back into her mouth for a taste.

That sly grin reappeared as she stood up and kissed me, my cum mixed inside our mouths sharing me the reward for her hard work, kissing her lifting her up and putting her ass back onto the pool table my still hard cock between us ready for more. Laying her down kissing her I stand back up spreading her legs and watching cum drip from my cock as I rubbed it over her clit and down her pussy, leaning up to on elbow she watches me sink my engorged cock into her waiting pussy, inch by inch, feeling her wetness allow me complete access inside her. I slowly started pumping slow at first but with good thrust and pace, then pounding harder and faster my hands grabbing her hips to hold her still as all my cock eventually pounded into her. Every stroke just made us both want more, as she sat up as I fucked her to kiss and touch me the way I was touching her. Feeling her tight pussy gripping my cock so tight milking my cock for more cum, our bodies starting to sweat and rub together as I pounded my cock in and out of her hard and deep.

She eagerly moved to keep a good view of my cock slide in and out of her soaking wet pussy, my hands rushing all over your sweaty young body eager to play with every wet inch. Our eyes meet and a fire I have never seen in her eyes as she lies back running her hands up her body cupping her firm tits and starts pulling and playing with her nipples as she arches her back hoping to help my cock probe deeper inside her. My hands sliding to her hips pounding harder enjoying watching her touch her body for me as I rammed my cock in and out of her tight young pussy as hard, deep and as fast as I can.

“God yes Ben fuck me, it feel so good, please let me ride you!” she pants at me out of breath.

She pushes me back and I feel her shutter as my cock leaves her tight wet pussy allowing her wetness to drip from her lips onto the felt table below, she stands quickly turning me around pushing me back to the pool table. I begin to lie down as she slides her knees on the side of the table straddling maltepe escort me pushing be hard down the soft felt top.

“Now it’s my turn to show you how long I have wanted this!” she whispers to me

Her hand gripping my soaking wet cock sliding her leg over me as he climbs on the table above me and guides my cock deep into her as she lowers herself onto my body, staring to ridding me like I was the winning pony at a big stakes race. My body and mind memorized by this sweet blond goddess, my hands have a mind of their own touching her feeling her the loving touch eager to make her body feel even better. I quickly sit up to kiss this goddess like body and show her how much I want her and want to be one with her, my hands sliding to her ass to help her ride me as my mouth devours her firm young tits, up to her neck, ear and to her mouth.

“God Colleen you have no idea how long I have wanted this.” I whisper in her ear the suck it lightly into my mouth.

“God yes baby fuck me, I wanted you inside me ever since I can remember, Colleen moans and whispers back to me.

The outside world and noise around us didn’t matter as our focus was on each other, her hands pushing me back down onto the felt as she started bucking harder and faster each movement in rhythm with each other, my hands rubbing her body and tits she starts screaming and digging her nails deep into my chest as she explodes all over me with a tightness and gushing I have never felt before. She slowly reduced her gyrations, enjoying the vibrations and tingling from her latest orgasm, sitting up quickly to kiss her deeply as I lift us both off the table lowering her down my cock easily sliding out of her.

We stood there kissing and touching each other, slowly turning her around as we continued to kiss, bending her over quickly, she opens her legs as she lays her face on the felt reaching back spreading her cheeks allowing me a perfect view to push my cock back deep into her soaked pussy, my hands gripping her hips as I slam my cock into her, spanking her ass hard, hearing her moan and grip my cock harder then I have ever felt before sending me into hard rhythm that just worked her pussy into a soaking wet mess, pounding her over and over, so wet and tight. Watching her ass wiggle as I slap my long hard cock into her wet pussy in a hard repeating motion, reaching up and pulling her hair making her arch her back pushing her ass even higher up allowing me to drive so I could feel her cervix, making her swoon loudly each time the head of my cock pounded against it. Mesmerized by her sweet ass I spread her cheeks I I couldn’t help it but I had to slide my finger over her ass and slowly pushing my finger into her, sending her over the edge again, gripping my cock so hard sending me over the edge with another spin tingling orgasm rippled through me as I started erupted inside her, pulling out quickly and spraying more of my seed all over her ass and back.

I was brought back the moment hearing voices from the next room echo into the family room. I quickly jump up pulling up my jeans trying to push my still rock hard cock into my jeans as colleen jumps up grabbing her cloths and running into the bathroom, stopping just long enough to pick up her thongs and sliding them into my front pocket.

“These are for you, to remember me and to get you ready for next time.” Colleen Whispers as she runs into the bathroom and locks the door.

Just as I get myself recovered and have the pool table cleaned up and covered as my wife comes in.

“Ready to go baby, where’s my sister?”

With a big smile, opening the door to usher my wife out the door, “She went to bed baby.”

The ride home was so great thinking of maybe the next time Colleen and I can have some alone time.

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All characters are 18 years of age or older.

This story was inspired by a story idea by Tabi-Kat, who asked to have an author write her a daughter seduction tale. Thanks for being my muse baby girl.

Tabatha, or “Tabbi” as everyone knew her by, looked at herself in the mirror. At four foot, eleven and ½ inches (“that ½ inch is important,” she would tell people), she was small in stature but made much larger in life by her pixyish demeanor. She was a cute girl… ‘No,’ she thought to herself, ‘Your’re not a girl anymore, you’re a woman now,’ having had her 18th birthday several months ago.

She had well sculpted red tinged eyebrows, and long lashes, that accessorized her hypnotic green eyes. She had a button nose, luscious, full, red lips, and long, red hair, that came down over her shoulders and caressed her breasts. Those breasts.

They were a perky B cup, with ginger areolas and firm, pointed, nipples. Her tummy had just the smallest remnant of ‘baby fat’ and her navel supported a new piercing (much to daddy’s chagrin). A single ruby in the shape of a heart, on a silver chain dangled, sparkling in the light. Her earlobes were each adorned by a single strand of dangling silver chain that tunneled through her piercings. Her hips provided the perfect support to whatever undergarments or lingerie she wore… ‘or didn’t,’ she smiled to herself.

Covering her mons was a small vertical strip of red, curly, hair… a ‘runway’ that lead those fortunate enough to land there straight to the center of her smooth-shaven womanhood. Her lady lips were just the least bit puffy and, when opened, they revealed pink, moist, labia minora as two kissing rose petals. Above her tiny slit was her clitorial bud, normally covered in its hood, but when she masturbated (which she did often), or when some fortunate young man teased her with his tongue or fingers, it would swell, and engorge and provide her the most satisfying orgasms. Her ass was a perfect apple blossom shape, and she turned this way and that to admire it in the mirror. It was supported by two shapely legs, not tall, but perfectly apportioned to her petite form.

Her fingers and toes sported a bright red color that complimented her red lipstick and soft, white eye shadow that gingerly highlighted her upper and lower lids. A white swoosh highlighted each red fingernail and a rhinestone bejeweled the middle finger of each hand and small silver chain adorned her right ankle.

As she applied small dabs of perfume behind her ears, along her neck, along her cleavage, down to her navel piercing, to her runway, and finishing with each wrist, so as to entice her man as she placed her arms around his neck, she thought to herself, ‘Happy Father’s Day Daddy.’

It was Sunday night, Father’s Day, and Tabbi prepared herself for ‘Fright Night Theater’ with daddy as she had done since she was eleven. It all started when mommy left them, seven years ago. Tabbi was inconsolable and daddy had distracted her from the hurt of abandonment with the Sunday night ritual of distraction in a horror film. It helped her establish a new bond of love and support with daddy and, even though she had resigned herself of mommy’s leaving years ago. It had become one of her favorite daddy/daughter pastimes.

But, tonight was different. Since coming of age, Tabbi had been dressing increasingly more provocative for their Sunday night ritual of cuddling up in daddy’s lap for a good horror film. A few weeks ago, she had decided that she would start seducing the love of her life, the man that was always there for her in times of hardship to comfort her with unconditional love… daddy.

A few weeks ago, during a commercial, Tabbi straddled daddy’s lap, threw her arms around him, and looked him in the eye.

“Daddy, can we talk?” She asked, as she squirmed in his lap.

“Sure princess.”

“I think I’m ready to have sex.”

“Wha…? Oh,” Mike answered uncomfortably. “These are the times when I wish your mother was still here.”

“No daddy. I never want her back here. It’s better now. It’s just you and me. I love that. And, I love you”

“I know kitten. It’s just that I’ve never had the ‘talk’ with you. That’s normally something mommies have with their daughters. So, tell me. What makes you think you are ready to have sex. Is there a special guy in your life?”

“Yes daddy. There is,” Tabbi said as she squirmed again.”

Mike put the movie on pause. “So, tell me all about him.”

“Well,” Tabbi squirmed again, and Mike could feel himself getting thicker. “He’s older than I am, and I’ve known him forever. I just hope that when I kiss him, I’ll do it right.”

“I’m sure your kisses will be perfect sweetness.”

“Really daddy!” Tabbi beamed, then she kissed her daddy on the lips. It was a soft kiss and she lingered just for a second before Mike pulled back.

“Tabbi, what are you doing.”

“I’m kissing you daddy. I want you to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

“Tabbi, daddies and daughters pendik escort don’t kiss like that.”

“It’s okay daddy,” Tabbi said as she once again kissed her daddy.

“Tabbi, come on. We can’t do this.”

“Why daddy? Don’t you like kissing me?”

“It’s not that baby girl. What I like doesn’t enter into this. We can’t do that.”

“Oh, so you do want to kiss me daddy. I could tell,” Tabbi quipped.

“What? How?”

“You got hard for me when I kissed you daddy. In the movies, the man always gets hard when he wants to make love to the woman.”

“What? What movies?” Mike asked, incredulously.

“The porno movies.”

“What porno movies? You’re watching porn?”

“Well, the first one I watched was on your laptop. I was too sick to go to school, but I wanted to login and get my school assignments. My computer wasn’t working so I used your laptop by your bed. Naughty daddy. Watching daddy/daughter porn,” Tabbi said is a mocking tone. “I started watching lots of movies while I masturbated.”

“Your masturbating?”

“Of course, silly. Anyway,” Tabbi gave daddy a quick kiss on the lips, “If I can make you hard like you are, then that means you want to have sex with me.”

Mike just sat there, like someone watching a train crash in slow motion. It was all coming off the tracks and he was desperately trying to think of something, anything, that he could say to make this all go away.

Tabbi, sensing his grey matter misfire, took advantage of his inability to collect his thoughts. She kissed him softly, fully on the lips. She parted her lips and let her tongue brush across daddy’s lips. Daddy, still lost in thought, instinctively kissed her back and soon, she had teased his tongue to follow hers back into her recesses.

The kiss seemed to last forever and when it was over, Tabbi fully embraced her father and whispered in is ear. “See daddy, you wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss you.”

With that, Tabbi kissed him again, and again, Mike responded. Their kisses deepened and Mike’s grasp around her petite form tightened until she sighed into his open mouth.

After a few minutes of deep passionate kisses, Tabbi leaned back, grabbed her tank top and pulled it over her head, releasing her unencumbered breasts. She leaned in and kissed daddy again and took his hand and placed it at her breast. Mike, completely derailed now, grabbed her flesh, kneading it like dough.

When their kiss ended, daddy kissed along her neck, to her cleavage, the flesh of her breast, and then lashed her nipple with his tongue. When he latched on and suckled her, she let out a gasp and ground her ass into her father’s hard cock.

She slowly laid down on the sofa and Mike followed her. They were kissing again, their tongues dancing in ecstasy.

Daddy’s hand trailed down her front, over her naval piercing, and on to her Dazy Duke’s. His palm rested on her mons while his fingers teased her camel toe. Her hips writhed beneath him while his tongue moved rhythmically with her own. He deftly undid the button of her shorts, pulled down the zipper, and wriggled in his hand to find his daughter panty-less. He rested his palm on her landing strip.

The moist heat of her pussy beckoned his fingers and he inserted one inside her. She moaned as daddy fingered her and within mere seconds, she lost herself to the sweet bliss of release.

She lay there in a post-orgasmic haze as daddy moved down between her legs and pulled off her shorts. She could feel him kissing her thighs, his tongue drilling into her flesh. Then, he was in the fold of her groin and the sweet ecstasy of his love bite seared into her brain as daddy put his mark on her.

She could feel the heat of his breath on her engorged clit as her pheromones wafted through daddy’s nostrils, intoxicating him. He took his first taste of his daughter.

She felt the broad stroke of his tongue as it lashed her, starting at her button, across her perineum, splaying the furrow of her labia, penetrating her before encircling her clitoris then retreating whence it came. Daddy repeatedly sampled her honey, and her hips writhed beneath him, rotating her cunt up into his probing tongue. Daddy moistened a finger and penetrated her, and she gasped.

“Oh daddy, ooohh fuck!”

He rested his hand on her bejeweled navel while the other stroked his finger in and out of her, dragging across her G spot as it moved.

Daddy encircled her clit with his lips and gently suckled it as his tongue lashed across it in quick short bursts.

Tabbi felt herself losing control to daddy, bucking wildly as his hand pressed into her belly.

She cried out as she released a new flood of cum for daddy to lap up. Again, and again she tensed until she had no more to give.

As her orgasm waned, daddy cleaned her labia, each in turn, then kissed his way back to waiting lips. Then he held her.

As she lay there in her daddy’s arms, feeling kartal escort protected from all the badness the world had to offer, she drifted off to a contented slumber, thinking of how much she liked the taste of her cum in daddy’s kisses.

The following morning, she awoke in her bed. She got up and showered and dressed for school and came down to find daddy in the kitchen making her favorite breakfast, chocolate-chip pancakes in the shape of Micky Mouse.

She could sense that daddy was tense as she approached him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before retreating to the kitchen table.

“We have to talk about what happened last night princess.” Daddy pressed on,

“What we did was wrong.”

“No daddy. Don’t say that. I loved it and I love you.”

“I love you too princess but if anyone ever found out what…”

As Mike was talking, Tabbi got up from her seat and returned to his side. She put her arm in his and her head against his shoulder.

She cut him off mid-sentence. “They won’t daddy. They never will. This is our naughty little secret. I loved kissing you and having you touch me like that.”

*****

That was weeks ago, and each time since that they were together for ‘Fright Night Theater’, they would act like two teenagers at the drive-ins of old, cuddling, caressing, kissing, petting.

Now, here she was, standing before her mirror, preparing to complete her father’s seduction. Her mind drifted back to the first time she knew that her parents were having problems…

It was late and she had been asleep for a while but awoke to the need to use the bathroom. She quietly crept down the hall to the bathroom, passing just outside her parent’s bedroom door. She fully expected that they were asleep, but as she approached the door, she heard her mother cry out.

“Harder Mike. Fuck me harder.”

She paused to listen and could hear sounds of a continuous slapping noise. Then it stopped.

“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? I haven’t even cum yet.”

“I’m sorry babe, but the business is all I can think about right now.”

“Fuck!” her mother exclaimed. “I’m going to sleep.”

Tabbi quietly continued into the bathroom and peed. She didn’t even flush, or wash her hands, afraid mom or dad would know she was up and had heard them. She silently crept back to her bed.

Tabbi layed there and thought about what she had heard. Daddy was worried about his business. He had been working a lot lately, staying late, and doing a lot of travel. Tabbi could not understand why mommy would be so mad at him because he was tired.

Within a couple of weeks, Tabbi noticed some things. Mommy was making secret phone calls. She would leave the house and go into the back yard and Tabbi could see her talking on her phone. She was giggling and talking fast and used her hand to squeeze her breast while she was talking.

One afternoon, Tabbi got out of school early because one of her teachers had to leave for an emergency. Tabbi came home to find her mother and a strange younger man in the kitchen. Their clothes both looked disheveled and when Tabbi came through the door, they awkwardly talked to each other about some ‘upgrades’ to the kitchen cabinets and then the man hurriedly left.

That night, Tabbi was lying in bed and thinking about how surprised and uncomfortable they were when she unexpectedly walked in. She decided to investigate and a few days later she skipped her last period and came home early. This time, instead of entering the house, she snuck around the back of the house and perched herself under mommy’s open bedroom window. Once again, she heard slapping noises, just like with her father. Her mother was moaning and saying strange things like “that’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give me all that cum. Fuck it into mommy.”

With that, the man growled and suddenly, the slapping noise stopped. Tabbi cautiously raised herself up and peered in the bedroom window. She could see the two of them naked. The man was behind her mother and she had her arm up around his neck and they were kissing. Then her mother said, “that’s it, lover, pump all that cum into mommy. I want every, last drop.” Then they kissed again.

Tabbi, slunk down to the ground again. She didn’t know what to think. She’d never seen anything like this before. ‘What was mommy doing naked with the strange man?’

A few minutes later she heard her mom tell the man that she, Tabbi, would be home soon and that they’d better clean up and he should leave.

About a week later, Tabbi, once again, skipped last period and watched as her father came home early and caught her mom with the younger man. Her father fought with the man, and her mother yelled and screamed at her father. As the younger man broke free of her father, her mother followed the man and got into his car and they sped away.

Her father went back into the house and, when Tabbi came through the door a few minutes later, she found her father weeping maltepe escort on the sofa, his knuckles bloodied.

That was the last time Tabbi saw her mother. That was seven years ago, and it had been just Tabbi and her daddy ever since. Tabbi never knew that the school had called her father to let him know that she had left school early, repeatedly. That’s what brought Mike home early.

*****

Tabbi loved the fact that daddy was now comfortable with their ‘make out’ sessions, but she wanted more. Daddy always made Tabatha cum, and cum, and cum, but always with his fingers, or his mouth. He would suck her breasts and finger her and lick her into semi-consciousness before carrying her to her bedroom and putting her to bed. But, Tabbi never made daddy cum, and this became her mission. Tonight, was Father’s Day and Tabbi wanted to please her father in every way possible. Tonight, Tabbi wanted her father inside her. She wanted to make daddy cum, just like in the porn movies.

Tabbi left the mirror and headed to her closet. Behind all the sweaters and blouses, the skirts and pants she reached in and pulled out a red lace baby-doll nightie. She had saved her allowance and gone to Victoria Secret (Vicky’s as she liked to call it) and bought a few items to tempt her dad with. She sat on her bed and pulled on the thong. It’s small lacey triangle barely covered her pussy and runway, the string extending from its point, along her perineum, up through the crack of her ass to another smaller triangle where the strings surrounding her hips met. As she pulled it up over her hips, the strings deliciously bit into her flesh while the lace triangle formed a perfect camel toe that brushed against her swelling clit. Then she stepped into the nightie. The skirt portion extended down to the half-way point of the triangle. She reached down and retrieved the straps of lace that barely covered her breasts. They lead to a small lace choker that caressed her throat and she tied it in a bow behind her head. The lace strands that covered her breasts scratched at her nipples causing them to firm.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her ass cheeks were barely covered by the nightie, and her, already moistening, panties just barely peaked from under the nightie as well. ‘There is no way that daddy would be able to resist fucking his little girl,’ she thought to herself.

Tabbi ran a brush through her curls, reinforced her red lipstick, and headed off to get fucked by daddy.

As she headed to the living room, Tabbi thought about her ‘Monthly App.’ She had used it to track her menses since they started just after her thirteenth birthday. She had finished her period 10 days ago, and, though at the end of her fertile window, a delicious chill went through her at the thought that daddy might put his baby in her tummy tonight. It was at that moment when she finalized her plan. ‘Daddy is going to fuck me and I’m going to make him cum in me.

As she entered the living room, she saw him on the sofa. The room lights were off, and a few candles were burning, as they always were for ‘Fright Night Theater’. This was something that daddy added early on in the tradition. It always made Fright Night Theater a little more real. ‘Perfect,’ she thought to herself.

She approached her father and plopped down next to him on the sofa. She snuggled up into him and kissed him on the cheek. He had barely taken notice of her dress in the dimmed light.

“Hi daddy,” she cooed.

“Hi baby girl,” he said as he put his arm around her and pressed the ‘Play’ button on the remote.

The screen came to life and the movie began to play. It was a Vincent Price classic, The Tower of London, and about twenty minutes into the film, during a particularly gruesome murder, Tabbi shrieked with surprise and shrunk into her father’s protective embrace. He looked down at her and seeing her lace covered breasts, he realized, for the first time this evening, that his little girl was wearing something special.

Tabbi brought her arm up around daddy’s neck and drew him to her for a kiss. Their lips met in a soft, seductive kiss. Tabbi parted her lips lightly and teased daddy with her tongue and he met her tongue with his own.

Their kisses deepened and so did Tabbi’s grip on daddy. Daddy brought his hands to Tabbi’s throat, and the lace choker surrounding it, and she sighed into his mouth. He let his hand roam down her throat and along her cleavage to her lace covered breasts. Tabbi sighed again as the lace roughed up her nipples. Daddy, sensing her lust, squeezed her lace dressed nipple and Tabbi moaned into his open mouth.

Daddy disengaged her lips and assaulted her throat while his thumb and forefinger rolled her lace covered nipple. Tabbi cooed in daddy’s ear and raked her red nails across the nape of daddy’s neck, her intoxicating scent wafting in daddy’s nostrils. She gasped as he bit her flesh and pinched her nipple, and her skin rippled as daddy marked his little girl as his.

Daddy released the flesh of her neck and plied her cleavage with soft wet kisses. He pushed back the lace covering her breast and kissed her mound. He ran his tongue around her areola then took her nipple between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. Tabbi’s nipple hardened in daddy’s mouth.

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Previous chapters – Ken and Ellen have invited her sister Susie and boyfriend Billy to visit them on the farm. They have enjoyed watching them and being watched. Ken and Ellen have started to partake of their guest anyway that they can! Suzie and Billy surprised Ken dressed in Suzie’s lingerie and used “Kendra” as the slut she was. They even had Ellen sucking his boy clit. Some fun planned for her sister Cindi was interrupted by an encounter with two black cops.

Having arrived at home, Ken and Ellen awaited the arrival of her younger sister Cindi. They thought a nice dinner with some wine would relax Cindi and get her ready for a fun evening. Maybe the two cops would stop over and join in the fun. Ellen could not wait to see what would happen later!

Promptly at 6pm the doorbell rang. Ken answered the door. There was Cindi, a cute little 18 years old. Barely 5 foot tall, about 90 pounds soaking wet and with a body an older women would die for! She had a cute butt but was busty for someone her size. A great pair of 36C breasts on someone so small looked so hard to believe but there they were. Ken was dieing to see if they were still as puffy as Ellen said they were. She was wearing a cute sundress that showed off her assets nicely.

“Hi Uncle Ken, been looking forward to supper with you guys, its always so much fun!”, Cindi said as she kissed her uncle. Ken made sure she got a big hug and managed to run his hand over her ass. Its sure FELT like no panties, he thought!

Ellen was in the kitchen fixing dinner. She had two bottles of wine on the table and planned to have Cindi have a glass or two. Maybe even three, whatever it took to relax her!

During dinner Ken could see that Cindi was getting more and more relaxed as she had her wine. Ken dropped some silverware and while under the table could not resist a peek at Cindi. Her skirt was up and her legs were spread showing her Uncle kartal escort Ken what an 18-year-old pussy looked like. Sure looked good enough to him to eat! When he returned to his seat, Ken heard the doorbell ring. It was Officer Bob Brown from the afternoon get-together. He was not alone. With him were his wife Marie and their 18-year-old daughter Jill.

“Thanks for inviting us for drinks and dessert Ken. This is my wife Marie and our daughter Jill.” Bob said as they came in. “And I am sure you will love Jill as dessert later”, he whispered to Ken as they entered.

They all entered the living room. Everyone quickly had a glass of wine and started chatting. Cindi was sitting between Bob and Marie, while Bob had his arm around her. He was getting a good look down the front of her dress and liked what he saw! Bob asked if he could get a tour of the house. Ken suggested Cindi give him and his wife a look at the house. That left just Ken and Ellen with Jill. What a treat that was. Jill was a younger version of Vanessa Williams. Same great ass and pouty lips that just said “Stick it here!”

“So, would you like to do some of the things Daddy likes to do?” Jill said with a smile.

“Well tell us about some of those things!” Ellen said as she watched Jill’s breasts jiggle every time she moved.

“Well Daddy said you like some of the same things he does. When Daddy gets home he always likes to shower and likes me to come in and watch. I love finding my Daddy in the shower. I watch him soup up working his hands around his great big cock. He likes me to open the door like I am surprised to find him. He grabs me and takes me into the shower getting my dress soaked and then strips me. I get so hot having him touching me like that. He uses his fingers to touch my ass and pussy. Love how Daddy fingers his little girl! I end up on my knees sucking him and being bostancı escort sure his cock and balls are clean. He really likes watching his little girl take his big cock in her mouth and suck it. Would you like me to do that for you Daddy Ken?” she asked as her hand ran over Ken’s crotch.

Ellen unzipped Ken’s pants and pulled them down. Jill got between his legs and started sucking his cock. She sure liked the taste of white meat, her first! Ellen reached between Jill’s legs and found a wet hairy pussy waiting. She crawled under and started eating the young girl’s pussy. She got wetter and wetter knowing this girl her sister’s age. As she was eating Jill, she realized that Cindi had been gone for a while. Ken was to busy being swallowed by Jill that he did not notice Ellen leave the room.

Ken could not believe that someone this young could take all of his cock right down to his balls.

Jill looked up.” You like me chewing your big cock Daddy? You know how naughty it is to be doing this? You have turned you little girl into a slut! I think of sucking and fucking all of the time. You get so hard watching me Daddy. Here Daddy, watch me use this wine bottle. Oh Daddy, its SO long and thick! Here Daddy, you pump it into me! Oh Daddy, fuck me!!

Ken ran the bottle in and out. It was going in deeper and deeper. The bottle spread her wide; her lips stretching over it as it widen. Jill was just moaning, her mouth full of cock. Ken could do this all day! Loved being a Daddy fucking his daughter!

Ellen went to the back den and could hardly believe what she saw. There was her baby sister stuck on Bob’s cock. He was slowly pumping it deeper and deeper into her from behind. Cindi hands were behind her back, handcuffed. Marie was in front of Cindi, pulling and sucking on her nipples. Ellen was instantly wet!

“Oh god, its so long! Oh Daddy Bob maltepe escort fuck me, I love that black cock of yours! Do me like you do Jill. Fuck me the same way, you have me so hot hearing about the things she does with you and Mommy Marie!” Cindi moaned as she was eaten and fucked. The sight of Cindy’s white body against Bob’s black body got Ellen so turned on. Watching his cock disappear into Cindi made Ellen lick her lips wanting to taste her.

Ellen watched as Marie pulled Cindi off of Bob and laid her down so she could start eating her pussy. Marie wanted to taste her young pussy to see if it tasted as good as Jill’s. As she eat Cindi she could taste Bob’s cum in her. She stuck her fingers in and licked them off. She loved the taste of his cum with hers!

Ellen saw Bob’s wet cock sticking up and decided it was too good to waste. She quickly filled her mouth with his Cindi-coated cock. So sweet! Bob slowly backed her up till her ass was right next to Cindi. Cindi opened her eyes as Marie was eating her to see her sister’s ass and pussy beside her. She reached and ran her hand between her legs. Oh so wet! She made a fist of her little hand and used it to rub her sister’s pussy with. Ellen got wetter and wetter. Cindi started to push and slowly her fist started to sink into her sister.

“Oh my god! PUSH, fuck your sister!” moaned Ellen as she felt Cindi’s fist spreading her lips.

Daddy Bob could see what was happening and pushed Ellen further backwards, which drove Cindy’s fist all the way in. Ellen started to shake as she covered it in cum and Bob started filled her mouth.

The rest of the evening was a blur of them doing little Cindi everyway they could think of! Cindi and Jill got a chance to watch each of them be perfect little sluts for their Daddy’s and Mommy’s. Both got a hard cock at both ends and then a Mommy’s tongue at both ends. They ended up in bed together, and feel asleep with their bodies wrapped around the other!!

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I had been up since just before 7 o’clock this morning, beating my alarm clock by the usual two to three minutes. It was not something I planned but rather something that had just happened almost every day of my adult life. It didn’t matter what time the alarm was set to go off, my internal alarm seemed to be set for minutes before. During my 24 years in the military, I had usually had to roll out of my rack by 5:00 or 5:30 but sometimes earlier than that, and my internal alarm failed me on only two occasions that I could remember, both of which occurred while I was taking medicine to battle a respiratory ailment.

I didn’t need to be us this early, truth be known, but it had been so long that 7:00 AM seemed like a decadent time to sleep in. When my wife of 26 years had died two years ago of cervical cancer, my world as I knew it had come apart and I didn’t know what to do with myself. Without any interest in continuing my service, I took a retirement package to try to get my life back together but it wasn’t that easy.

I didn’t really need money because my wife had been a financial wizard, not only for the clients she worked hard for to grown their investments but for us as a family because she took virtually all of our pay, her as an investment councilor and me as a career military man, and invested it. By the time she died we were worth in the eight figures but it was too late then. The only person I wanted to spend it with was gone forever.

But then when the doorbell rang at 10:30 and Jennifer, my married 23 year old daughter, walked into my den like a small whirlwind, I thought that I was lucky to at least have her in my life. Jenny came over and hugged me, a real squeezer that would have embarrassed me if she had not been family. I felt her breasts press into my chest while other parts of her body brushed my crotch, stirring the sleeper that had not known companionship since Maureen died two years before.

Throwing her purse in the direction of the couch, Jenny said “Daddy, I came across something on the internet last night and it really disturbed me. I wanted to ask if you would read it with me and lets discuss it so I can get your viewpoint.”

“Sure, honey. What’s it about?”

“Well … let’s read it together instead of me trying to remember it, okay?”

“Okay, baby.” We walked over to my computer in the corner of the den. I powered it up and then let Jenny sit at the keyboard.

As she found her site, she said “This is a place where people post all kinds of stories. I got interested in reading some of them a few years ago and I go back every so often to read something new. They really … give me a pick up. Then I spotted this one last night after Evan had gone to sleep. It took me a while to read it and … and then I … well, I needed some help. I started to call you then but … oh, my gosh, daddy. Come read over my shoulder.”

I lay in bed trying to turn my mind off so I could get to sleep, but not being successful. If I could have written life’s script, this is not how it would go.

Here I was, a 51 year old man, finally having sold my self-made machine shop and its two patents for enough money to retire at an early age … and no wife to share my retirement with. Melissa, my college sweetheart and wife of fifteen years, had died of cancer when our daughters were 13 and 7 and I had raised them with the help of my mother, my two sisters, and some helpful neighbors.

Oh, I got lucky every once in a while, just long enough to empty my blue balls into some nice woman and repress my primal urges for another spell. But even though some of those matches repeated themselves from time to time with the same person, I never felt comfortable enough with any of the women to feel like replacing my wife. Somehow it just seemed like I was betraying her memory every time I bedded someone else. The result was that I was miserable whether I found someone to have sex with or not. So most of the time I went to bed with Mother Thumb and her four daughters, just getting past the most pressing need, and pushed back into the depths of my mind my interest in suckling a woman’s soft breast or pressing myself into the smooth curves of a well-rounded ass or smelling the uniquely sweet scent of a woman’s hair. I could not help myself. This sounded so much like me. My hands, resting on Jenny’s shoulders, momentarily dug into her soft skin. There were so many things associated with being intimate with a woman … and I just couldn’t bring myself to pursue another woman in search of those, at least not on a lasting basis like I would have written into my script for Melissa and me.

Now I lay here worried that our oldest daughter Faith was experiencing a similar kind of meltdown that I had. She had married during her last year of college, just as Melissa and I had, and had a seemingly loving marriage halkalı escort but then her husband Bradley had gotten into drugs and became abusive, refusing to accept any kind of treatment and Faith had finally packed her bags and moved back home with me yesterday. She had no job, didn’t know what she could do, and didn’t have any idea where to start.

Nor did I know how to help her, really. I knew I would be supportive and told her that she could have her old bedroom back for as long as she needed it. After all she was my flesh and blood. However with Hope, our youngest daughter, finishing her senior year at the university and contemplating marketing jobs in either Chicago or New York, I prayed that Faith would find something close to home. I wanted her to be independent but I also wanted the comfort of one or both of my children within easy visiting distance in my later years. It might even be nice to be a grandparent some day.

It hit me like a ton of bricks that I too wanted the comfort of my daughter Jenny being nearby and coming to visit often. She was a real comfort to me although it crossed my mind that I probably didn’t actually tell her that often.

All these thoughts and others were churning through my mind and I found myself listening to the grandfather clock in the hall bonging twelve times and then later it emitted the half-hour sound and finally I heard the one o’clock chime. I was thinking about getting up and going down for a cup of coffee or something when I heard a rustle of cloth in the dark. My ears perked up and I listened to see if it came again. Instead I was startled when the bed shook slightly and Faith’s whispered voice asked “Daddy? Are you awake?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I haven’t been able to get to sleep.”

“Me neither,” she said softly. I felt the bed jiggle as she pulled the sheet up and slid under it. “I need a hug, daddy.”

I felt Jenny’s hands cover mine, still resting on her shoulders as I read from behind her. Her fingers gave mine a little squeeze.

Before she could slide closer to me, I rolled to face her so the sheet would fall between us. I wasn’t really anxious for her to learn that I was sleeping in the nude. However she came closer and her arms closed around my neck, pulling us close together.

I wrapped my arms around my little girl … and immediately thought that she was my little girl no longer. She was almost a mirror image of her mother, a big beautiful woman in her own right. Both mother and daughter carried a “few” extra pounds, both had developed large pendulous breasts, and both had broad round bottoms. I suddenly had to choke back a surge of emotion as Faith made me think of Melissa in so many ways.

I heard Jenny suck in her breath and felt a new tension in her body. She reached for the mouse to scroll another page and we read on.

I started to release her but she hung on and, if I could just keep my sexual urges repressed, I would admit that some of the world’s cares seemed so much smaller when someone, anyone, cared enough to hug me. A hug gives the feeling that someone else cares about you, that they know what you are going though, that they are there to support you. Slowly, ever so slowly, tension fades from one’s body and mind.

Except that, in my case, I was unsuccessful in repressing my sexual urges and, to my utter horror, I developed a raging hard-on that insistently pushed its way up between us and made itself known to my daughter. Even trying unobtrusively to move my bottom backward to keep it from being so obvious did not work. Instead Faith giggled and asked “Are you glad to see me, daddy?” as she moved toward me to keep our bodies tightly together.

“Sugar, are you sure you want to do this? Have you thought about what it means?”

“No,” she replied. “What does it mean?”

“It would mean that we have committed incest. Sex between a father and daughter is frowned upon in society.”

Jenny again squeezed my hands, harder this time as we came to the end of the window. Without a word, Jenny got up and pulled me around her chair, then gently pushed me down into it and sat on my legs. She turned back to the computer and scrolled to the next page.

Again she giggled. “Yeah, I know, daddy. But who is going to tell anyone? I’m not. I’m so horny I could fuck the bedpost and I can’t think of anyone who would be better to me than my daddy. You will be nice to me, wont you?” she asked with double meaning dripping from the question.

I struggled with a reply but her hand found my turgid member and stroked from the tip until her palm covered my balls. She squeezed them gently and then her hand traveled up my length until it covered the sensitive head of my dick, spreading my slick pre-cum all over the head. Again she asked “You will be nice to me, wont you, daddy?”

Jenny didn’t say anything but her hard/soft round bottom squirmed on my lap and I knew there was not way she could not be feeling şişli escort my erection. I was embarrassed but electrified. I was ashamed but consumed with desire … for my married daughter.

I lost my inner battle. Leaning forward my mouth closed over hers in a long sensuous kiss and when I drew back to take a breath, I whispered “Yes, baby, I will be very nice to my sweet baby.”

I couldn’t help myself … I let out a groan as the meaning of the written words pierced my foggy brain. Jenny pulled my right hand over her shoulder to cup her left breast, through the soft cloth of her blouse.

I began to stroke her body lightly with my fingertips, wanting to explore her the way I used to explore Melissa’s body, but Faith was too much in need to want foreplay. Pulling on my spear, she said “Please, daddy, do me now! I need you so bad! Please! Please!!”

I climbed over her and settled between her legs. She guided me into her hot steamy slit, gathering her own moisture on the head before pushing it down to her entrance. As I eased forward, she pulled her short see-through pajama top over her head and tossed it aside.

I sensed, rather than saw, the shape of her boobs, big globes that filled her chest and were so heavy they could not help but spread out, yet still formed two minor mountains on her chest.. Using the little rays of light that penetrated the room, I spotted her left nipple and my right thumb began to caress it while my lips sought and found her right orb and sucked it into my mouth. I eased my bottom forward, feeling my spear penetrate her target but it took several attempts to lubricate my whole shaft so that our curly hair intermingled.

Coming to the end of the window, Jenny turned and whispered “That’s what I want now, daddy.”

It took all my willpower to say “Honey, you don’t want that, do you? You have a loving husband. You don’t need your daddy.”

“Yes, I do, daddy. You don’t know how long I have wanted to make out with you. I need you so bad, daddy. I’ve thought about us doing this for years and I wanted to come to your bed so many times, you just can’t imagine.” She turned so her back was pressed against my chest, pulling both of my arms around her in a tight embrace and pulling my hands up to cup both of her titties at the same time. As she bent over to tweak the computer mouse to the next page, my cock flexed hard against the curves of my daughter’s deliciously round bottom.

Her hands clasped the back of my head and held me tightly to her breast as she whispered, “Yessss, daddy, suck me hard. Oh, yesssssss, daddy. That feels so goooood!” I started moving my bottom back and forth, feeling a few inches of my member exploring the velvety depths of her fertile valley. She pulled her legs up until her heels were pressed into my buttocks and every time I pushed forward, her knees flexed, yanking me into her with force. I wanted to take it slow and let us both enjoy the experience, especially since it might be a one-time occurrence. But it was not to be, for both of us felt an urgent need and speed and force were the only way to minister to those needs.

I broke away from her wonderfully delicious breast in search of her lips. No sooner did our mouths touch than her tongue was frantically search the depths of my mouth, and I replied in kind. We both were on fire with lust, striving for every last ounce of liquid pleasure or the faintest erotic feeling we could derive from the other. My brain seemed to turn into a flaming sunset, consumed with the greedy desire of one too long without the pleasures of the flesh. Our bodies slammed together hard time after time, with the obscene slurping of two bodies wet with their own juices simply adding fuel to our fires.

Jenny’s body undulated against mine and she cried “Oh, yes, daddy, please! I need you to fuck me, daddy, please tell me you’ll fuck me.” Her hands were roving impatiently over her hot body as if she had an urgent itch and she couldn’t find the source of the irritation. “Oh, daddy, I need to feel your cock inside my pussy, daddy. Please fuck me, daddy, PLEASE!”

“Yes, baby girl, if that’s what you want. You can tell that I want it too, honey.”

Her hands practically ripped her clothes off and she tossed garments in every direction. Mine were next and when I was naked and her feverish hand cupped my balls, I knew I was already well past the point of no return … I was going to commit incest with my lovely little daughter even if there was a nagging little voice in the back of my mind that said we shouldn’t do this.

Jenny pushed me back down onto the chair where my cock stood tall and proud. Then she straddled me and the chair, guided my spear into her hot steamy target and eased herself down on me. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as my entire length slowly disappeared into her sweet pussy. I couldn’t ever remember experiencing anything that even rivaled the feeling sarıyer escort of ecstasy she gave me … of course, I knew my wife had been as good but I had to admit that the memories of our couplings had begun to fade.

Jenny squirmed her bottom against the point where she was impaled and reached up to kiss me, the first open mouth kiss we had ever shared. She was so precious I couldn’t begin to describe the feelings. When we broke apart, Jenny said “Daddy, you’re going to need to read the rest of the story to me, okay?”

Then Faith threw her head backward and screamed “Oh, yessss, daddy, I’m cummmiiiinnnnnng! I’m cummmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!” Her legs locked together around me, yanking me hard into her hot pussy and I felt the flow of her juices as they dripped down onto my scrotum.

As soon as she relaxed, I resumed my pace, slamming into her several more times before my balls contracted as if in a vacuum and then quickly commenced shooting my hot lava into her depths.

Jenny had already cum, just about the time I was reading that Faith had cum, and she crumpled against my chest. I started to rock back and forth to give us a little movement and found it giving me wonderful feelings while making it much harder to read the story. However when I read about her daddy filling her with his sperm, I felt such a surge in my balls that I knew I was not far behind. So for the next few minutes, instead of reading the story, I concentrated on fucking my sweet young daughter, Jenny.

I tried to pull my balls into my body cavity to lengthen the process and it worked … for maybe a split second. And then my nuts were pumping their contents into Jenny’s welcoming cunt. Her eyes flashed open and the sweetest smile spread over her face as she flexed the muscles of her pussy and tried to milk my cock. After the last drop of cum oozed out of my cock and it slipped from her quim, I swiveled the chair a few degrees and resumed reading out loud:

When the last drops had oozed out of my tool, I started to roll off her but Faith’s legs remained tightly around my bottom. She eased a hand between us and gently fondled my balls and after a few minutes my dick began to respond, never quite slipping out of her slick channel. Shortly afterward, the burning sensation of adrenaline began to dissipate from my muscles. I started with a little rocking motion that elicited soft moans of approval from Faith.

Jenny said “Wait a minute, daddy. Does the computer in your bedroom have the same connections as this one?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go upstairs an finish reading the story up there, okay?”

“Sure, honey.” I let her up and hurriedly followed her jiggling ass up the stairs and into my bedroom. We got the computer up and going, although it seemed to me to take forever. Again Jenny found the story, worked down until she found the place where we had been reading and stopped.

My computer rested on a little desk that was on carpet rollers so I could move it around easily for cleaning. As she climbed into the bed, I pulled the desk over next to the bed, gave her the wireless mouse, and then climbed between Jenny’s legs. A few quick strokes with her fingers along my shaft and massaging my balls brought back my erection and I plunged into her pussy. While I concentrated on fucking her, she read the words on the screen and we tried to follow, as much as possible, the same actions as were in the story.

This time I was able to settle into a much slower pace than before, since the animalistic urgency was now gone. Our mouths met in a lover’s kiss, long and soft and sensual. Each time we broke away, the look on her face told me that she was still happy with the direction of our coupling and as time passed, she became ecstatic, hissing “Yes, daddy, fuck me, daddy. I’m gonna’ cum, daddy!” Then she lifted her bottom off the mattress, jerked her head backward and screamed “I’m cccccuuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggg!!!” I held on and watched her face, delighted that I could see her achieve such a release.

And a few seconds later, Jenny actually climaxed, screaming out her pleasure and desire to make it last forever.

When she relaxed, I resumed my unhurried pace, slowly plowing her fertile valley while our tongues dueled in her mouth. Occasionally I made a foray down to one or the other of her heavy boobs to trace watery circles around the globe and nibble on her erect nipple before returning to her sweet mouth. All too soon I felt the unmistakable sensation in my testicles that signals the coming of my orgasm. I worked on teasing her little clitty for the next few seconds and was rewarded when her climax started just after my balls spit out the first shot of fresh cum.

It took me maybe a minute of hard banging into her sweet love box before my testicles again began spewing their hot lava into my lovely daughter.. No sooner did the first shot splash against the back walls of her cunt than her face show a look of extreme satisfaction. She wrapped both arms under my arms and grasped my shoulders, saying “Yes, daddy, fill me up. Give it all to me, daddy. I love the feeling of having your cum in my pussy. I can’t tell you how good you make me feel.” Damn, I wanted to cum forever. It felt like I did although I know it was only a few shots.

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A Family Affair: 2nd Story

The old reflexes kicked in for this story. It falls in the novelette range. I always heard authors say “write about what you know”, so, this story, like ‘2015 — Kiss me, you fool’, it’s set in the context of a trucking company.
     As an experiment, I tried to use the commercial romance formula. I hope you’ll enjoy the result.
     My thanks again to my editor, Valphund.

Prologue

Moreno and Sons was a bit of misnomer. A fourth generation family company, it had gone from a single rickety old truck owned by Guiseppe Moreno, fresh off the boat in the immigration wave following WWII, to a successful logistics enterprise. From the beginning, the sons went into the family business while the daughters married and made more little Morenos.

Claudia was the first to break with tradition by going to College and joining her five brothers in the company.

At five ten with a voluptuous body, she was a magnet for male concupiscence, but she didn’t tolerate disrespect. Neither did her brothers, the smallest of which was six three and weighed two-thirty.

Brotherly protectiveness wasn’t the only reason the Moreno boys had their sister’s back.

The story

The Moreno men sat in the living room, watching a hockey game while Mama was putting the finishing touches to Nana’s birthday supper.

When their sister came back from the bathroom, Matteo punched Antonio in the arm to make him move over. The good-natured melee was settled by Claudia who pulled him aside by twisting his ear.

Papa Moreno had to intervene to prevent bodily harm to his youngest son after he threatened to take his sister across his knees for a spanking. He knew how viciously Claudia fought when a man dared touch her other than gentlemanly.

They listened to the game in a convivial, if boisterous atmosphere, shouting at the referees, cheering for their team and booing their adversary.

At the intermission, Matteo asked his sister to join him on the porch.

“Do you remember Uncle Giorgio?” He asked her.

“The one who went to work in the oil fields of Texas and never came back?”

“That’s the one. I’ve kept in touch over the years and I visit when I travel that way. He reached out to me a few weeks ago. His daughter will be going to Cornell College in the fall on a full scholarship.”

“Bright kid. They don’t hand those out to just anybody.”

Matteo ruffled his sister’s hair which resulted in a friendly scuffle.

“Thought you were the only Moreno with a brain, did you? Well, he asked if we could take her under our wing, so to speak. You know, watch out for her.”

“How are we going to do that? Ithaca is 330 miles from Boston. We don’t have that big a wing.” Claudia laughed.

“Not quite, but I was thinking that we could hire her until school starts as a way for her to get used to our East Coast ways.”

“And you’re talking to me because you want to stick her to me. I don’t need another employee. All the jobs are filled.”

“Come on, sis. You’re always whining that you need a real assistant, not only a secretary.”

“First, I don’t whine. I submit business requirements for efficiency. Second, I manage quite well. I don’t need a useless brat to get in my way, and I certainly don’t have time to play teacher.”

“You make my point for me. You work twice as hard as anyone else. When was the last time you went out for a night on the town? Hell, Claudia, you haven’t even finished unpacking, and you bought that condo over a year ago.”

“I happen to like my work. I don’t need to go out to enjoy myself. Clubs are overrated anyway.”

Matteo pulled his sister in his arms.

“She was a bitch, and I told you from the beginning that she wasn’t good enough for you, but you have to get over her. You have to start rebuilding your life at some point.”

“I know.” Claudia held on to the comforting presence. “I worked so hard to give her everything she wanted, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.”

It broke Matteo’s heart to see his little sister in such pain. He wished he could do something for her. Maybe mentoring her cousin would help take her mind off the bitch who had treated her so poorly.

“Since she’s going to Cornell to study business, I thought seeing how the big boys and girls do it might give her a better sense of what the real world is like. You had that opportunity growing up and you told me it served you well.”

“I don’t have time…”

“Yes you do. Or you would if you delegated some of the work you shoulder on your own. You don’t have to do everything. Look at me, I run the damn thing. Do you think I could do it by myself?”¸

“That’s why you have me and Francesco and Riccardo.”

“And you’re the greatest CFO and VPs I could have asked for. The same applies to you. Starting Monday, I want you to start delegating some of your work. Have others do the actual work and supervise instead of doing it all yourself. That’ll give you time to train your new Assistant.”

“When pendik escort will she arrive in Bean Town? Late June?”

“Tomorrow. I’ll pick her up at the airport and drive her to your place myself.”

“WHAT? I may agree that I could use her to get coffee for a couple of months, but I don’t need a kid invading my space. And why isn’t she still in school?”

“She has a room reserved at the dorm for the school term. What would be the point of renting an apartment for six months? We all have families while you have an extra room. She graduated in December. You said it yourself. She’s a bright young woman. She’s been hanging around the house, so Uncle Giorgio thought she might as well get a head start.”

“You’re a sneaky son of a bitch, you know that. Couldn’t you have given me some advance notice?”

“And allow you to come up with all kinds of reasons why you couldn’t do it?” Matteo laughed. “You’re the one who taught me that it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

“At least put her in a hotel for a couple of days while I get the place ready.”

“You take all the time you want. We’ll be there around 1:30pm.”

*****

Walking in the arrival waiting hall, Matteo cuffed two young bucks who were leering at a sexy woman who had taken off her coat in the heat of the crowd and revealed a gorgeous hourglass figure encased in tight fitting jeans and top. Her auburn mane flowed over strong shoulders to the middle of her back.

When they turned in outrage, they looked up and up to see a six foot six giant smiling at them.

“That’s my sister. Get it?”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir.” They walked away quickly.

Matteo sighed, remembering the night he spent in lock-up because the cops couldn’t believe the young teenage girl had done all the damage on the grown man the ambulance had picked up off the sidewalk and rushed to the hospital. It had been much easier to arrest the young mountain of a man for the assault.

He saw the two punks had moved further away, but kept an eye on Claudia. They had no idea what they were getting into if they made a move on her.

“You should change your cologne if you want to sneak up on women. And I saw them.”

“I know you did, sis. Maria would have my nuts on toast if I dared look at another woman.”

“They’d only be out of the sack when she ate them that time.”

“You’re not much of a lady, you know.”

“I’m your fifth brother in the wrong body. I thought you’d have figured it out by now.”

Matteo wrapped his arms around her neck.

“Your body is perfect, little sister. We all love you just the way you are.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Despite her protestations, she liked herself too. It had taken her a long time to make peace with the fact that she wasn’t a boy. When she did, she decided to make the best of it. Life was too short for useless regrets. “You could have told me she connected in Chicago. I was here for the Atlanta flight.”

“I thought you’d be home making it presentable for your new roomie.”

“Do you remember your first day in the dorm? She’ll take my place as is and make the best of it. It’s not like she’s moving in permanently.”

“You’re right. There she is. Damn, she’s grown since I last saw her.”

A young woman was coming their way, pulling a huge suitcase on rollers. She was wearing two inch heel black snakeskin cowboy boots, tight jeans with a beautifully sculpted turquoise belt buckle and a white camisole under a denim shirt unbuttoned far enough to emphasize a pair of fine breasts. She carried a jean jacket over her shoulder.

“Cousin Matteo!” She jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck. “It’s been such a long time. I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” She bussed him thoroughly before looking at Claudia. “Who’s this? Maria will kill you for bringing your squeeze to pick me up.”

“And she’d spank you on the spot for this display. You’re not a kid anymore.” Matteo extended his arm to block his sister’s advance. “This is my sister, Claudia, as you well know. And I suggest a little respect. You’re going to live at her place and work for her starting tomorrow. Sis, this is formerly little Sofia. The last time I saw her, she was fourteen.”

Things went downhill from there.

Sofia barely nodded to her cousin before grabbing Matteo’s hand and walking away with him. Claudia looked at their retreating backs, at the suitcase, and back at them. When they all arrived at the sidewalk, the girl asked where her luggage was.

“Where you left it.” Claudia told her with a wicked smile.

“ARE YOU NUTS?” Sofia ran back in the airport.

“She was such a nice little girl.” Matteo sighed.

“Well, she’s a bitch now. Your bitch. If she gets in my car, I might as well drop her off at Boston General right away, since that’s where she’ll end up before the day is over. It’ll save the cost of the ambulance. And, by the way, tomorrow you can send her to the kartal escort docks. I don’t want to see her in my offices. That’s where adults work. We’re not a daycare.”

Matteo watched his sister walk away. He couldn’t fault her. He should have done his homework. His cousin would never have made it past the first interview of the hiring process. (If she made it that far at all.)

He was still standing there, trying to come up with a solution when the young woman rejoined him, out of breath, disheveled, but grinning with satisfaction.

“Where’s Claudia?”

“She’s…” Matteo looked at his cousin. “What happened to you?”

“Two jerks thought they could steal my suitcase. One of them won’t walk for a while and the other must still be running.”

“Not another one.” He groaned.

“What? I showed my ID to the cops and my name matched the tag on my suitcase. When they asked the guy on the ground if he wanted to press charges, he saw all the people around us laughing and asked to be taken to the hospital or jail, anywhere away from me. That’s all. So, where’s Cousin Claudia?”

“Why are you here, Sofia? I mean, here in Boston, now.”

“Because dad didn’t want me around the house anymore, and I didn’t want to work at his office. It would have been too weird. Also, I figured I worked hard enough that I deserved a break before College.”

“You knew you were coming here to work, right?”

“Well, you were always so nice to me that I thought I could wheedle a quiet job in the mailroom where I would goof off for the next six months.”

Matteo looked silently at the brat his uncle had shoved at him for a long time.

“Cousin?” Sofia began to have an inkling that she may have overplayed her hand. “It’s not a big deal. Let me apologize to your sister. We can start fresh.”

“That ship has sailed, kid. I’m trying to decide whether to put you on the next plane back to Dallas or in a hotel for the night until your dad decides what to do with you.”

“You can’t mean that, Matteo? I’m your little cousin, Sofia. You used to take me on your knee. You said I was your nicest cousin.”

“I said that to a beautiful, well behaved, little girl. I’m not sure I want anything to do with the bitch you’ve become. The first thing you did when you got here was to act like a whore, then you disrespected your cousin. Now you tell me that you expect to be coddled until you go to College.”

He took her elbow and walked her forcibly to the taxi stand.

“Your father gave you some money, right?”

“Yes, I have a credit card.”

“Take this taxi to the nearest hotel. They’re all good ones around here. Then call Uncle Giorgio and ask him what he wants you to do. I don’t care. I have to catch up with my sister and hope she’ll forgive me for trying to foist you on her. Goodbye, Sofia.”

He turned and walked away without waiting for an answer.

Family came first with the Morenos.

*****

Four hours later, Claudia was in good spirits as she waved her brothers goodbye. It had been a no-brainer for Matteo to find her at their usual bar. The rest of her brothers had joined them soon after. Francesco came over with Antonio so they could drive her and her car back home. They knew their sister didn’t have their tolerance to alcohol.

She hummed a happy tune all the way to her floor. It died on her lips when she saw Sofia sitting on her suitcase by her door.

With a sigh of resignation, she squared her shoulders and made her way to her place, fully intending to avoid a confrontation if at all possible. She stepped around her cousin and was unlocking her door when Sofia spoke.

“I don’t suppose your old man ever sent your mother packing with only the clothes on her back and shacked up with a twenty two year old skank. I doubt they fucked all day and night around your house, or beside the pool, right under your open bedroom window. Cousin Matteo asked why I was here. It’s easy. The cunt gave him an ultimatum. Either I went or she did. Or course, the fact that she was sucking him at the time may have influenced his decision in her favor. I’m sorry, Claudia, for treating you badly. I didn’t use to be like this. I was actually happy to come to Boston and see you all after the great stories Matteo told me about your family.”

When she was finished, Claudia walked in her condo without a word.

Ten minutes later, Sofia wiped her tears on her coat sleeve and got up to find a cheap motel within walking distance. She had lied about the credit card too. All the money she had was the little she managed to squirrel away from her cheap allowance, and the bus ride from the airport had been more expensive than she thought it would be because she failed to get a transfer and had to pay full fare twice.

When she took a last look at what could have been a haven for her, she saw that the door wasn’t fully closed. Surely people in Boston were more careful than that, even in mid-town condos.

She looked in but maltepe escort didn’t see Claudia. She didn’t hear her either. Hesitantly, she pushed the door.

“Lock it behind you. You’re not in Texas anymore.”

*****

Gently caressing her cousin’s hair as she lay on the couch, head on her lap, Claudia tried to imagine what it would be like to have her family torn asunder, then be discarded like so much unwanted baggage.

They had talked for hours as Sofia put away her clothes while they ate a New York-style pie from Ernesto’s Pizza, then on the couch after getting ready for bed.

She looked at the young woman’s long athlete’s legs — she loved track and field. They had shared a good laugh as they compared the merits of thongs versus boy shorts. Claudia told her cousin how she envied her breasts’ firmness when she unself-consciously took off her bra and put her camisole back on. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” She told her and showed her the effect of gravity on her own larger DDs.

For the first time, Claudia knew what it felt like to have a little sister.

*****

Matteo was speechless when the two women came into his office, put a cup of his favorite coffee on his desk, and kissed him on the cheeks before walking back out, arm in arm, laughing.

Claudia had a couple of burly men move an empty desk in her outer office and called the IT guy to install a computer. She told her secretary, Kelly, to show Sofia the ropes and went to work.

An hour later, her new intern brought a refill for her cold coffee.

“How’s it coming along?”

“Kelly’s having me proof-read some letters for you. She’s good at writing them and really fast on the keyboard, but she says she has trouble with orthography.”

“I know. She does plenty of good work, but I have to spell-check everything that goes out. If you can take this off my desk, it’ll be a great help.”

“I had an A in English through high school. I’m sure I can take care of it. What’s next?”

“At lunch, I’ll introduce you to the department heads. I want you to spend some time in each with an eye on how their work relates to my office. My title may be CFO, but I do much more. If you can, I want you to be the buffer between them and me. I waste a lot of time on trivial questions. Unless it’s something urgent, I’d like you to summarize them in a single report so I can take care of them all at once when I have some free time, though it may only be at the end of the day.”

“Do you ever stop to take a break or something?”

“I wish I could.” Claudia laughed. “Most of the time, Kelly brings me a salad or a sandwich to eat it while I work. Today, I’ll make an exception and we’ll eat in the lunch room with the others.”

“That can’t be healthy.”

“It’s the business world, kid. If you want to move ahead, you have to put in the work.”

*****

An hour after quitting time, Matteo drove Sofia home.

“Sorry I had to make you wait, Sofia. Maybe you should get a bus pass, or I’ll try to make arrangements for you to travel home with someone else.”

“It’s all right. It gave me time to catch up on some things Claudia wanted done… Matteo…?”

“Yes?”

“Why does she work so hard? I mean, couldn’t you hire someone to help her? Some of the things she does… Isn’t she the CFO?”

“It’s her title now, but you have to understand that we’ve worked all our lives in the family business. When I started, I was picking up garbage the wind blew against the fences. I helped on the outdoor maintenance during the summer. I remember how proud I was when I got to drive the lawnmower tractor. Then I worked on the docks before I drove a truck. And so on. I liked school, so I went on further than my brothers. So did Claudia. Over those years in the office, some jobs she took for her own. She still does them. She thinks she’s the only one who can do them right and, in some cases, I have to agree. The problem is that she kept taking on more and more. Then…”

“What?”

“The job became her life to the exclusion of all else. Her whole life revolved around work. Her last relationship… Well, it’s personal, and not my story to tell. Let’s just say that now it’s worse than ever. Last week-end, it was Nana’s birthday Saturday, then you arrived on Sunday. If it wasn’t for that, she’d have put in long hours at the office.”

“Can’t you do something? Hire someone to help. Force her to take days off… Something. It can’t be good that she doesn’t have a life.”

“In her mind she does, and I won’t take it away from her. When she’s ready, I’ll be there to support her. Until then, I let her do what she needs to do for herself. I suggest you respect her wishes.”

“I will. I remember what happened when I didn’t follow your suggestion at the airport. Still, I wish there was something I could do.”

“There is. Be there for her. Be the best assistant you can be. That way, maybe I can hire a real one when you go to College. That would be a first step.”

“I saw a market when I rode the bus to her place yesterday. Do you think we could stop? There’s nothing in her fridge.”

“But I bet she has tons of take-out menus.” He guffawed. “She’s great for the local economy.

“I’m sure she is, but I’d like to cook something for her for when she gets home.”

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Note: Hi readers… I would really like to know what you all thought of my story, any constructive criticism is welcome as are plain old compliments! If you have something negative to say… find a nice way to say it or please don’t say it at all… Not much dialogue is included in this story just because of the situation and the direction I was coming from when writing it… thank you and I hope you enjoy!!!

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I wonder out to the street and turn down a dark ally a few doors down from my unit. In the distance I see a figure stepping in my direction. The cold air is chilly on my neck, and an uneasy feeling rushes down my spine. I hear the footsteps getting closer and louder. I am watching the ground as I walk and I feel the anxiety rising in my chest as he nears me. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw his feet appear in the top of my vision. He doesn’t slow down or change his stride, but continues walking. His feet disappear from where I can see them and I hear his footsteps beginning to fade. I begin to relax and my anxiety calms down but then his footsteps come to a halt. I stop, turn and look at him. He stares back, blankly, not knowing what to do. I see a shimmer in his eyes and a small grin forms across his face. I see him look up and down my body… and the grin turns to a smile. The look in his eyes was dark and mysterious, they almost seemed hollow. Feeling the anxiety return to me and realizing that the dark, mysterious look had now turned to greed and excitement, I quickly turned and continued on my way. I listened out for his footsteps and after only 2 of my own did he start to walk. As I continued down the ally, I realized that the footsteps I thought I had heard leaving in the direction I came, were in fact following me.

I could feel his eyes on me. The thought of him watching me made my ears burn and my hair stand on end. What could he want? Why is he following me? Then I realized that I didn’t really care. I had been in a similar situation before and it ended badly…

The end of the ally seemed so far away and there was no one else around. I began to worry again, coming to the conclusion that if anything did happen, I had no escape route. And just as I realized there was nowhere for me to hide I heard his footsteps getting faster, and heavier. He was no longer creeping but marching towards me. The sound of his shoes grinding against the cold wet gravel got louder. I could hear he was inching closer to me with every step he took. I began to worry a lot more as the realization of what he wanted became clear to me but I was too late. I started running and just as I thought I was succeeding, I felt his large hands grasp my arms tightly. He jerked me backwards so my back was firmly pressed against his front. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my lower back, pulsing with every breath he took. He rested his cheek lightly against my head with his mouth just above my ear, breathing into it. “You’re a very pretty young lady,” he whispered. His grip loosened and he started slowly rubbing his hands up and down my arms. Even through my thick winter jacket could I still feel his warmth. “You have the face of an angel and the body of a goddess, I want you!” he breathed in my ear as he thrust his hips forward forcing his stiff erection into me harder. His hands moved, slowly, from my arms across to my chest. He gently ran them over my perky breasts which made my nipples stiffen. I was petrified, yet I felt as if I wanted him too. He continued to move his hands over my body. Reaching my lower stomach, he twisted his hands to my sides and continued down the outside of my thighs to about half way down, returning back around to the front and slowly moving up, he slid his fingers on the inside of my thighs, and kept moving up. His fingers trialed over the crotch of my jeans, his light touch sending tingles through my body. I breathed in deep and my head fell back onto his shoulder as I savoured the feeling. I began to feel warm in between my legs as he continued to move his hands over my body. He worked his way back up to my shoulders then swung me around and looked down at me, into my eyes. He would have been more than 10 years older than me. But he was still a handsome man. His dark brown hair and pale blue eyes captivated me as I stared, waiting for him to talk.

He lent down and positioned his face in between my head and my shoulder, and I heard him breathe in. He held it in until he was looking back into my eyes. He exhaled… “You smell good… Sweet…” trabzon escort he said, “I want to taste you, I want to have you for myself.” My clit was throbbing as he spoke. I wanted him too; I wanted to feel him inside me… I needed him to take me and fuck me… use me how he pleased. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter thinking about what it would be like to be taken by this 30 something year old man.

He stared at me, and then smiled. He moved his hand from my shoulder down my chest and stomach, slid his hand in between my legs then pushed his fingers against my clit. I moaned out loud as it sent excitement through my body.

“Come with me,” he hissed and he took me by the hand leading me towards a door along the side of the ally. We stepped inside and he closed it behind us. The light from the outside world disappeared and we stood silent in the darkness. Thrill and excitement mixed with fear begin to run through my veins. I strain my ears to listen and hear his husky breathing behind me, inching closer. My heart begins to pound inside my chest and my knees begin to weaken.

From behind me I feel his hands glide over my shoulders, down my chest and grasp my jacket. He slowly peels it from my body. As he drops it to the floor he steps in closer pressing his body against mine. His hands slide along my hips, around to my stomach and he begins to undo my jeans, kissing my neck as he goes. His hands move from my unzipped fly to my hips and begin to lift my shirt over my head. As it joins the jacket on the floor, his hands move back to my hips, his left hand begins to move up my body as the other moves down. His right hand slips into my underwear and he begins to massage my lips and swollen clit, his left hand gently caressing my breast through my bra, still passionately kissing my neck. I begin to moan quietly as it starts to feel better… and better…

He continues to move his fingers around my moistened sex, small circles and gentle strokes. He moves his hand underneath my bra and begins to feel my bare breast, gently twisting and pinching my nipple. I push back into him as he quickens the pace, his finger now viciously stimulating my sopping snatch.

“Oh my god…oh my god…” I begin to murmur, not wanting to give away the fact that he is about to make me cum. My hands move to his thighs and grip tightly onto his pants, pushing into his legs. His hand continues moving in between my legs, the sensation intensifying every time he pinches my nipple. He begins to nibble and peck at my neck. I feel something begin to erupt deep with in my stomach. “Oh my god… oh my GOD!” I push harder into him, feeling his cock buried in between our shaking bodies, his hand still working on my clit. I throw my head back onto his shoulder and close my eyes. The feeling grows and I begin to moan to what I feel inside. Suddenly a sharp pain, verging on the line of pleasure, shoots through my neck. I scream out loud, and it stops. It felt so painful but so good at the same time. It just bought me closer to cumming. The pain returns, I scream again. This time I feel his tongue lap at the pain. My neck feels wet. He’s biting me! As soon as I realized what he was doing, the feeling of orgasm explodes and I feel it sweep through my body like a tidal wave. My eyes open wide and I begin screaming for dear life. He bites me again, bringing on another intense climax. I begin to feel weak and my knees feel as if they collapse from beneath me.

With his left hand still clutching my breast and his right hand buried in between my legs, he holds my limp body against his as I lay slumped in his arms, motionless and panting like a thirsty dog. My clit throbs with every beat of my heart as his fingers continue to gently stroke my lips. He removes his hand from my pants and wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me slightly off the ground. He begins to move us through the darkness, to where, I don’t know…

He stops walking and drops me onto a soft surface, it feels like a mattress. I lay silent on my stomach. “Sit up and face me,” he says in a deep, quiet, mysterious voice. I obey, rolling over and moving to the edge of the bed, sitting with my legs off the side. I feel his presence close in front of me. I hear him begin to unzip his pants, feeling the gentle swoosh of air past my face as he moves his hands. He is so close to me yet in the darkness I cannot see anything. “Give me your hand,” he says. I raise my right hand and it meets his. He slowly guides it in front trabzon escort bayan of my face where I meet a smooth, warm piece of skin. He guides my fingers around it and my heart begins to race. “Suck it,” I hear from above me. I begin to explore it with my hands, moving up and down its whole length, leaving my hands only inches from my face. It feels long and stiff. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick the tip, his salty pre-cum coating my mouth. My tongue dances with its head. It swirls around and teases him. His husky voice breaks the silence with small moans and deep breathing… he’s beginning to enjoy this…

I slide my whole mouth over the head of his cock, lapping at it with my tongue. I begin to make my way further down his length, moving my hands up and down in front of me. I start to take it deeper into me, feeling it push against my throat. My face meets his belly… I’ve reached the base. I take it all the way out and begin licking the tip like an ice-cream, my hands now massaging his sack. I dive right down to the base again feeling him gently thrust his hips forward. His hand slowly moves to the back of my head as I begin to bob up and down, increasing the speed and tightening my mouth around his large cock. He begins thrusting harder into my face, his hand now firmly pushing me into him, his small moans getting louder.

“Oh yes… oh… oh… yes…” He begins to thrust harder into me, both hands now holding the back of my head as he begins to vigorously fuck my face. The feeling of his cock sliding down my throat is amazing, the thought of this older man thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth is turning me on to the point where I can’t take it anymore. While my left hand caresses his balls I slide my right hand down my pants and begin playing with myself. ‘I’m so wet!’ I think to myself. His meat seems as if it is growing bigger inside my mouth, getting stiffer. He begins crying out, the sound of deep, husky moans and groans fills the air. With one final intense thrust, he pulls my head hard into him and holds me there. I feel his warm spunk squirt deep into my throat. I swallow as it attempts to fill my mouth, gently lapping my tongue against his slightly softening member. He slowly withdraws it from my mouth and his hands slide from the top of my head to my shoulders. I wipe the moisture from my lips. I hear him chuckle quietly beneath his heavy breathing, he gently squeezes my shoulders. “Yummy…?” he asks me.

“Mmmhmm,” I reply quietly.

His hands leave my shoulders and I hear him rustling with his clothes. I feel him close to me again, his face nearing mine. He begins to kiss me and he wraps his arm around my waist, pushing his body against mine. I feel he has no shirt, my legs make contact with his and I realize he has no pants either. His hands move to my hips and he begins to take my jeans off, underwear with them. After they slide to the floor he reaches around and unclips my bra, leaving me naked in the darkness. His whole body pushes against mine as he moves us further onto the bed. My head reaches pillows and he moves on top of me, kissing me and feeling my bare body.

I move my hand over his bare shoulders and down his back. Starting just above his ass I graze my fingernails up his back. He draws in a sharp breath and then bites my neck again, I cry out. He moves his hand down my side and slips his fingers in between my legs. With his face against mine, I feel him smile… he knows how wet I am. As he slowly plays with my gooey lips, he slides a finger into my hole and pushes hard and deep. My hips buck beneath him as it sends a sensation through my lower body.

He raises himself onto his knees, placing my legs on top of his. He pulls me closer to him and I feel the head of his cock press gently against my slit. He begins to guide it in, parting my wet lips. As he continues to push it further into me I feel it stretch me open. With gentle thrusts he inches his hardness deep inside. Now he is completely enveloped within me. “Oooohhh… you feel soo good… tight!” he whispers, almost snarls, in my ear.

His whole body lies on top of mine with his arms beneath my head. He begins to grind his body against mine, slowly moving in and out. I feel it deep within me pushing against all boundaries and cannot help but moan out in pleasure. He begins to gradually increase the speed, pumping harder, driving his cock into me as far as he can. Muffled grunts escape his mouth getting louder as he continues to fuck me. escort trabzon His arms slide out from beneath my head and a feel him lift up off my body, now resting on his elbows. His hands grasp my hair, tugging on it as he begins to pump me harder. The pain from my hair being pulled and the pleasure I feel from between my legs begins to become overwhelming… my head starts to spin. I can feel another climax beginning to swell deep inside. My nails push hard into his back and he pulls harder on my hair. “Oh Yes… Yes… OH YES…” we moan together. His thrusts suddenly become full force, stretching me to my limits but thrusting one last time, pounding our hips together, he then stops.

Lying perfectly still I listen to his husky panting above me. He then begins to kiss me, piercing my lips with his tongue. He releases my hair and sits up withdrawing himself from me. “On your knees,” he commands. I wriggle my legs out from underneath him and roll over, legs wide open with my ass poking up in the air. I can feel my moisture… and his… down my thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before…

I feel him kneel behind me and the feeling of warm air drifts over my dripping cunt. I feel him gently kiss my wet lips and his tongue flicks at my clit. Suddenly his lips begin slurping and sucking, as if to drink my juices. His tongue swirls around my swollen clit and traces the outside of my hole almost bringing on another orgasm. ‘Oh… he’s soo good with his tongue’ I think to myself as I indulge in the pleasure he is giving me. His warm mouth detaches its self from my now soaking lips and he takes a firm hold of my hips. I, again, feel the head of his cock aiming at my hole. He slowly slides it inside me and pulls me into him. I feel his balls pressed against my clit.

He begins to pound into me, grinding his hips against my backside. I can feel his entire length moving in and out of me, ‘oh my God… pure ecstasy!!!’ I feel him getting faster, pushing harder. His cries become more frequent and louder. I grip onto the bed as best I can with my head buried in the pillows. I feel him getting bigger again and the feeling of orgasm begins to linger. I begin pushing myself into him, craving for his cock to make me cum. His fingernails are digging into my hips and my clit tingles as his balls slap hard against it. He’s gonna make me cum again. I start to massage my breasts as I try to imagine what he looks like rooting me from behind.

“Cum with me, baby!” he pants as he continues pounding into me. An explosion deep within my abdomen erupts, rolling through my stomach and spreading to every part of my body. I am screaming at the top of my lungs as the feeling powers through me… I can’t help it! I feel my muscles clamped down tight on his cock and his grip on my hips gets worse, digging his nails into me harder. “OH FUCK YEAH!” he yells ramming himself into me for the last time. As he lets his seed seep into me, I feel his log pulsing with his racing heartbeat, pushing gently against my tight walls.

He releases my hips and I drop onto the bed, breathing heavily. I feel him fall down next to me, panting and trying to catch his breath. His hand rests on my head, gently stroking my hair. I lay still and silent, thinking, getting lost in the thought of what I just experienced… In between my legs feels sticky and moist and a light layer of sweat has formed all over my body. I lay there thinking for what seemed like hours until I realized he was up and getting dressed. He said nothing but gathered my clothes and sat them on the bed.

I roll over, sit up and move to the edge of the bed. I hear him walk towards me… he kneels. His large hands slowly and ever so gently clasp onto the side of my face. He pulls me in and his warm lips meet mine. He begins to kiss me passionately, his tongue exploring my mouth. It feels so good… I don’t want it to stop but he releases my face from his hands and stands before me as if to stare. I hear him sigh as he turns to head for the door. ‘I wonder what he’s thinking…’ I ask my self.

Light suddenly floods the dark room and I see him staring at me from the door way. He smiles at me as I fumble with my clothes. I smile back and he steps out the door, pulling it closed behind him. “See ya ’round,” he calls out before closing it completely. I am left alone in the darkness. As I continue to dress I start to think… ‘Who was he? What was his name? How did this happen…? Will I ever see him around again?’

I make my way through the darkness and open the door, squinting to let my eyes adjust to the light. I step out and pull it closed behind me, looking left then right, wondering where he went… where he is now… but just like him and every thing else that happened today… it’s a mystery…

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