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I paced my hotel room, my blood burning with lust, as I waited for the escort. This was the highlight of my business trip. I grit my teeth in excitement knowing that soon, I’ll be on my knees, sucking off some hunky stranger. Muscular, I had told the escort company. Aggressive. All night package.

The doorbell rang. Nerves and excitement shot up my spine. I opened the door, and smiled at my 6 foot, muscular, dirty blond plaything. Oh yeah, I thought to myself.

He got in and locked the door. He walked toward me.

“So,” he says. “I hear you like to suck dick”. He began to strip.

*

“FUCK!!!”, he said as I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. “Yeah, I love that…suck my cock!”

His eight hard inches of thick delight slipped in and out of my wet, hungry mouth. “Suck it hard bitch…yeah!.” He held my head with both hands and pushed down. “Suck it, suck it, suck it!!!” he said, hissing with pleasure. His cock was gorgeously hard and I loved sucking it. I closed my eyes to savor every nişantaşı escort second of the exciting, filthy act. It turned me on to picture myself at that moment – flicking my tongue under his cock head, making his cock go pop out of my mouth and slamming my head down to suck it in again, sucking so hard my cheeks ached.

“Yeah!” he said. “You suck good cock!”

Taking his time, enjoying and prolonging the tension, he languidly slid his cock in and out of my mouth, coating it with my spit, sighing and hissing with pleasure. Sometimes he’d pull out his hard length from my mouth, just to hear me whimper in frustration.

My hands explored up the muscular ridges of his torso, his strong, hairy forearms, his dark nipples. My tongue licked every hard inch of his cock between strong, ferocious sucks. He placed both his large hands on my head and moaned, and I mewled and whimpered in joy and satisfaction.

He pulled his cock out from my mouth and tapped it thickly on my lips a few times. “Get on the bed, kağıthane escort I’m gonna skullfuck you” he said.

Delirious with lust, I got on the bed and lay down on some pillows to prop my head up. Grinning, he climbed on, the bed heaving with his strong body. He straddled my chest with his big, hard thighs, his cock poised inches from my mouth. He gripped the bed head for support.

“Open wide” he said, and slammed his cock deep inside my mouth. The thick head nudged my tonsils at the opening of my throat and I gagged involuntarily. He fucked my mouth relentlessly, his powerful thighs driving his dick with great force. I couldn’t touch myself but I was nearly euphoric with lust, totally helpless as he violated my mouth repeatedly, groaning softly with pleasure while I choked on his cock.

His torso shone with sweat. He stopped fucking and reached across the nightstand for his phone. He pressed something and aimed the camera down.

“Suck me” he said. I moved my lips up and down his cock, still lying osmanbey escort down, while he filmed it on his phone, a huge grin on his handsome face. I sucked him with half closed eyes, teasing and slutty, licking languidly and looking straight into the phone camera. He swore loudly to make sure his voice was recorded too, and it nearly drove me over the edge.

“Yeah, suck my fucking cock you little slut! Open up that mouth and suck! Harder! Yeah you like hearing me talk dirty? Yeah?

“Suck my COCK. SUCK MY COCK!!!!!!!!!!” he roared.

After a while I heard the beep as he saved the clip, and I hoped he’d show the video to his friends. He slipped his cock inside my mouth again. Then, he started to ragefuck my mouth so hard I thought my jaw would break. I gagged with every single thrust. His sweat soaked the sheets. My jaw ached numb. I closed my eyes and submitted to his cock.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes I thought.

By the time he was done, standing by the window smoking a cigarette, his cock glistening, all I could taste in my mouth was semen. It hurt to open my mouth and my neck was sore. He walked over and rummaged through the nightstand. He found what he was looking for. It was a rubber.

“You ready to FUCK now?” he asked, grinning.

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Eighteen year old James Morgan was sitting across the desk from an attractive middle aged lady who was explaining to him that there was no accommodation in the Halls of Residence at the University of the Arts in South London.

James had been delayed on his return to England after holidaying with his parents by striking French farmers and fisherman who had blockaded both the Channel Tunnel and the ports until their demands were met.

Mrs Heather Talbot was telling him that this year saw an above average intake to the university. James was trying to concentrate on what she was saying but it was difficult as his eyes kept wandering over to her exceedingly large breasts. This didn’t go unnoticed by Heather.

She thought she would have some fun with the young man so she stood up and moved behind her seat to bend down to pick a file from the bottom drawer of her filing cabinet. She knew James would see her bottom clad in her tight grey pencil skirt and the seams running up her grey silk stockings. She was sure she heard James inhale sharply.

Heather Talbot was a forty seven year old divorcee and had worked at the university ever since she and her husband had divorced nearly ten years ago.

She was attractive woman with dark hair, today tied up in a bun, and dark eyes. Her large breasts pushed up against the white silk blouse she was wearing. The glasses perched on the edge of her nose gave her just the look she wanted.

‘I’m sorry James,’ she said as she sat back down. ‘I’m afraid there just isn’t anything available.’

‘Oh no,’ James replied. ‘What am I going to do?’

Heather had an idea but she wanted to be sure he was the type of person that would be suitable for what she had in mind.

She wheeled her chair over to another set of draws and reached in for a slip of paper. Instead of going back to her desk she stopped beside it so James could see her.

‘Well there is one possibility,’ she said crossing her legs. She loved the rasping sound her stockings made..

Heather looked over at James and was pleased to see his attention had been drawn to her long legs and her shiny dark grey high heels. She was also pleased to see James was trying hard to hide his erection.

‘Ye..yes what is it,’ James stammered when he realised what she had said.

‘There’s a lady who has taken students in previously, she may let you board with her. She is a widow and only allows one person to stay.’

James thought that it sounded promising.

‘She does have certain rules I’m afraid,’ said Heather. ‘And if you break them she will punish you.’

She could see James squirming in his chair and she was sure his erection got harder.

‘Would you like me to contact her?’ she asked.

‘Pl..please,’ answered James.

Heather looked at the number and dialed even though she knew it off by heart.

‘Mrs Aston? It’s Heather Talbot here from the Accommodation Administrators Office at The University of the Arts. Yes. Hello. I have a young man here who has just arrived and I’m afraid he’s missed all the rooms on site. He’s new to London and doesn’t really know where to look. I was wondering if you could see yourself allowing him to board with you? Yes, same terms as before. Yes he’s a quiet young man. I’m sure you won’t regret it. Thank you so much.’

She put the phone down.

‘You’re lucky, she’s agreed to meet you. Be polite and I’m sure she’ll let you stay. Here is her address. Her name is Penelope Aston. She said to go round right now as she’s going out soon. It’s only in Wandsworth so you should be there in fifteen minutes.

James thanked Mrs Talbot and twenty minutes later was ringing the bell of a large imposing three storey townhouse.

The door opened and a statuesque lady with short grey hair stood looking down on him. James thought she looked formidable. A handsome woman, not pretty but still very attractive. He guessed she would be in her mid fifties, five feet ten inches tall, slim but with large breasts. She was wearing a red satin blouse tucked into tight black trousers which in turn where tucked into brown leather boots that came up to her knees.

‘You must be James,’ she said. ‘Please do come in.’ Penelope turned and walked back into the house giving him a view of her well padded bottom in her tight trousers. He hoped he wasn’t going to embarrass himself in front of her and get another hard on.

They sat down in the parlour and chatted. Penelope began by telling him that she had been a widow for over fifteen years but her husband had left her extremely well off and she only took in boarders for company. He told her about his life in the north of England and how he was looking forward to starting his media course at the university.

Penelope warmed to the young man. ‘Did Mrs Talbot mention the rules that I like to impose?’

‘N..not really. She just said you had some.’ he replied.

‘They are very simple. Keep your room clean and tidy, no excessive noise, no drunkenness and no females in your room overnight.’

‘That topkapı escort sounds fine,’ said James.

‘Oh and one more thing,’ said Penelope. ‘If you break any of my rules I will punish you. I will put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom.’ She paused to give time for James to realise what she had said and could see him blushing.

‘Do you still want to live here?’

‘Ye..Yes please,’ James almost whispered.

‘Good,’ said Penelope standing up and going over to a cupboard. ‘Here’s your keys. One is for the front door and one is for your room. You’d better follow me upstairs. I’m sure it will be to your satisfaction. I’ve never had anyone complain. Yet!’

James followed her upstairs and marvelled at her rear. He was imaging being put over her knees and getting a spanking. When they arrived at his room James couldn’t believe his luck. Unlike the rest of the house the room was modernly decorated with a big brass double bed and a flat screen television that was connected to a computer.

Penelope pointed it out. ‘This should help you with your studies so no surfing the web for porn. If I find any stains on your sheets you won’t be able to sit down for a week.’

James blushed even harder.

‘Where are your bags?’ she asked.

‘They’re in a luggage store at Euston Train Station.’ he answered.

‘Right if you go and get them I’ll just pop out but I shouldn’t be long so I will help you settle in and show you where things are.’

After James had left Penelope called Heather. ‘Hello Sis, I think you’re right, he does have submissive tendencies. Leave him with me for a few weeks until I get him where we want him then you can join in the fun. Ok. Bye.’

James settled into Penelope Aston’s home quickly and was enjoying living there. He was enjoying more of the fact that he saw Mrs Aston in her tight skirts and blouses. He had a hard on almost permanently.

Penelope was being patient, she knew he would slip up and slip up he did.

It was at the end of Freshers Week when the new students held parties to get to know each other. Penelope heard the front door bang and looked at the clock beside her bed, it was three o’clock in the morning. She then heard James stomp up stairs and go into his room. Two minutes later she heard is door fly open and then the bathroom door slam open before she heard James retching into the toilet. Ten minutes later he quietly climbed into bed and passed out.

The next morning James made his way downstairs and walked into the kitchen to make himself a drink. Penelope stared at him. ‘I think we need to talk!,’ she said. James murmured in agreement.

‘After you’ve drank your coffee go and have a shower then meet me in the sitting room. I need to change.’

Twenty minutes later a nervous James walked into the sitting room to find Mrs Aston dressed in a tight leather skirt and wearing a cream silk blouse.

‘Stand in front of me young man. That’s it. Now, before you moved in we discussed the rules of the house didn’t we?’

James nodded silently.

‘And if you remember I said that if you broke my rules then I would punish you.’

Again James nodded silently.

‘In the early hours of this morning not only did you wake me up with your excessive noise, you threw up in the toilet due to heavy drinking, isn’t that correct?’

James looked up at her and said, ‘yes, I’m very sorry.’

‘Sorry isn’t good enough. I said I would punish you and punish you I will. You, young man are going to get a good spanking on your bare bottom..’

Penelope beckoned him forward and started to undo his belt.

‘Nooo, please don’t,’ he begged. He’d never been spanked before and to be spanked by a sexy mature woman filled him with both excitement and dread.

She slipped his jeans down his legs and he was told to step out of them. Penelope could see the start of an erection through his boxer shorts. She smiled to herself. When she took hold of his underpants and started to slide them slowly over his hips he closed his eyes and moaned ‘Oh God!’

James automatically went to place his hands over his groin but a sharp rebuke by Mrs Aston made him drop them to his sides. He was standing in front of his mature landlady in only a t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

‘Right now, get over my knees,’ she ordered. James lowered himself down and gasped as the cold shiny leather came in contact with his cock and balls. Lying there half naked while a mature lady stroked his bottom prior to a hand spanking James had never felt so turned on. Penelope could feel his now hard cock through her skirt.

‘This is no good. Stand up,’ she ordered. James reluctantly rose to his feet well aware she would see his erection.

Penelope shifted around on the sofa and pulled her leather skirt up to her waist before sitting down. James groaned as he saw the tops of her black stockings held up by suspender clasps.

‘Right, let’s try again shall we?’

This time when James placed himself over her lap she fatih escort opened her legs so his hard cock slipped between her stocking clad thighs. Suddenly she closed them trapping his cock in nylon.

‘Ow,’ shouted James as the first blow landed on his bare bottom.

‘Ow, ow, ow,’ he shrieked as the spanking continued getting harder with each slap. It wasn’t only the spanks that were getting harder, his cock was too as it rubbed between her thighs. He was almost fucking her thighs when the spanking stopped. ‘Stand up,’ she said. James did and he automatically started to rub his bottom leaving his hard cock bouncing in front of Penelope’s eyes. She thought it was a lovely tool. Nice and thick and about seven and a half inches long. She also liked it was uncut. Mrs Aston sat up and straightened her skirt then took hold of his cock and pulled him so he was standing at her side without letting go.

‘I think you enjoyed your spanking a bit too much young man,’ she said as she gently stroked his hard cock with her closed hand. James was in heaven as she told him what a naughty boy he was. She peeled back his foreskin and started to rub the crown of his cock with her thumb.

‘Oh God, I..I’m going to….,’ he whimpered as he started to cum. Penelope aimed his cock at her skirt as rope after rope spewed from it’s end. After the last drops were squeezed out she told him to fetch a damp cloth from the kitchen. James wobbled off to do as he was bid.

‘Now you know why I wear this skirt when I spank naughty boys,’ she said as she wiped away James cum. ‘I rather think I’ll be wearing it quite a lot with you staying with me.’

It took a couple of weeks until she had to wear it again. One morning she could hear James rushing about upstairs then he sprinted down the stairs and out of the door. She assumed he was late for lectures.

Penelope wandered upstairs to his room and using a spare set of keys let herself in. She was aghast at the state it was in, clothes were strewn on the floor, empty crisp packets and cans everywhere but it was the scrunched up tissues that drew her attention the most. She picked one up and sniffed it. It had an odour that she knew too well. James had been wanking and hadn’t had time to destroy the evidence.

That night when James got back from university Penelope called him into the sitting room. James heart sank when he saw she was wearing her black shiny leather skirt. ‘Go upstairs and shower then come back here. I want you to wear the robe that is hanging on the bathroom door,’ she said.

Fifteen minutes later James walked back into the room, his mind all a whirl.

He was scared yet excited at the same time. Penelope was sitting in an armchair and indicated that James take the other. She crossed her legs and James felt a rush to his groin.

She went on to explain what she had found and explained the rules to him once more.

‘So I want you to take off the robe and kneel on all fours on the sofa.’

James noticed there was a towel placed over the seat of the sofa. He quickly stripped off his robe and did as he was told.

Penelope walked over to him and began to caress his bottom with her right hand and took hold of his cock in her left. ‘You’ve been a very naughty, dirty boy,’ she said as he began to get even more aroused. When he was rock hard she reached behind her to take a wooden paddle that was on the coffee table.

‘Oh please. Not that. Ouch!’, James yelled as the paddle landed on his bare buttocks.

‘You won’t learn will you,’ Penelope taunted as she landed another blow. She was still holding on to his cock that pistoned in and out of her fist as she spanked him

After six hard spanks James bottom was bright red and sore.

‘Don’t move,’ she said as she went over to a cupboard and took out some soothing gel. She rubbed some on her hands and poured some over his bottom letting it drip between the crack of his arse. James shuddered as the cold gel dripped down onto his balls.

Penelope took hold of his cock again with her slimy left hand and slowly peeled his foreskin back as she rubbed her hand very slowly up and down its length. With her right hand she gently rubbed over his hot and throbbing bottom.

‘This will make you feel better,’ she said as she slowly wanked him. James could only moan in pleasure.

She let her middle finger of her right hand slide between the cheeks of his bottom and rub over his little bum hole. ‘Oh God,’ moaned James. So she did it again. He was practically fucking her left hand but any time she thought he was getting too excited she released her grip slightly.

‘Oh please,’ he begged as he neared orgasm only for her to deny him what he needed.

She kept teasing his hole and he kept pushing his bottom back onto her finger.

‘Please Mrs Aston, please. I need to cum.’

‘Do you?’ she replied speeding up her left hand. ‘Oh yes please, don’t tease me,’ he begged.

‘Well, cum then!’ she said as she slid her finger deep into his arse. James yelped and shot rope eyüp escort after rope of cum onto the towel beneath him.

‘Be a good boy and put the that towel in the washing machine will you. Oh, and tidy your room,’

Over the next few weeks James became infatuated by Penelope. She knew this and was always asking him to do little things for her which he duly obliged.

One Saturday after she had returned from shopping she slumped down on the sofa opposite to where James was sitting reading the newspaper.

‘Be a darling and massage my feet for me will you please James?’ she asked. James jumped out of his chair and slipped off Penelope’s high heels and began rubbing the soles of her feet.

‘Oh that is so delicious, thank you darling,’ she said as she lent back and stretched her legs out and widened them. James worked hard at massaging her feet and moved up to her ankles.

‘Oh yes, so good,’ she exclaimed. Opening her legs a little more she said, ‘higher,’ James was now massaging her calves and he realised he could see right up her skirt to the top of her stockings and beyond. Penelope pretended to have her eyes closed reveling in the pleasure but she could see he was looking up her skirt and that he could probably see her tight white shiny silk panties.

‘James, are looking up my skirt?’

‘Err, n..no Mrs Aston,’ James stammered.

‘I think you were. Stand up!’

James stood up and couldn’t hide the tell tale bulge in his jeans.

‘You naughty boy. Off with your trousers.’ she ordered.

James stripped to his boxers and stood waiting to be told what to do now.

‘Go and fetch a tea towel from the kitchen, I can’t be bothered to get changed.’

When James got back Mrs Aston had taken off her skirt and was standing in her high heels, tan coloured stockings held up by a beige coloured silk girdle. He almost fainted but soon found himself over his landlady’s lap where he received a dozen hard spanks on his bare bottom.

Staring at Penelope’s legs and girdle his subsequent masturbation didn’t last long at all. When she opened her legs and he saw her tight white silk panties that were snug on her pussy and where he could see the outline of her lips he was soon groaning as his spunk soaked the tea towel she was holding.

The following week Penelope met her sister Heather Talbot for Sunday lunch.

‘So how’s our little friend these days? Have you worked you’re magic on him yet?’ asked Heather. Penelope laughed and said that he was following her around like a little puppy dog since his last spanking.

‘He’s infatuated, do you think I should move on to phase two?’ asked Penelope. ‘If you think he’s ready,’ said Heather. ‘The sooner you do the sooner I can play with him.’

‘Okay, I’ll do it on Wednesday. He comes back a little earlier from Uni on that day,’ replied Penelope.

Penelope decided to dress as provocatively as possible that Wednesday.

She wore a black quarter cup satin bra that pushed her large breasts up along with a matching thong. She dressed in a tight black satin pencil skirt with a black see through blouse. Almost black silk stockings held up by a wide black silk suspender belt and ridiculously high black heels. After a squirt of heady perfume she was ready for him.

She was standing in the hallway waiting for him as soon as he walked in the front door. She smiled as James gasped upon seeing what she was wearing.

‘It seems you approve of my attire. Take your stuff upstairs and come back down and meet me in the sitting room.’

A nervous James gingerly walked into the sitting room to find Penelope sitting on the sofa. ‘Come here James, come and sit beside me,’ she beckoned.

James sat next to her and she moved closer to him so their thighs were touching.

‘You like older women, don’t you James?’ she said as she placed a hand on his thigh. ‘Y..yes,’ answered James.

‘You like older dominant women, don’t you James?’ she said moving her hand towards his crotch. James could only nod.

Placing her hand directly onto his erection she gave it a squeeze and James moaned. ‘Oh I think you really like older dominant women you naughty boy.’ she said as she unzipped his jeans and took out his hard throbbing cock.

‘Can you imagine if I was to dominate you all the time instead of only when you were naughty,’ she said as she stroked his cock up and down. James was looking at her large creamy breasts falling out over her bra as she said this.

‘Oh God, w..what do you mean?’ he moaned.

Penelope leaned towards him and whispered in his ear seductively ‘Well I would make you suck on my extremely large nipples, kiss my breasts and force you to do other things that I enjoy,’ she replied still stroking him.

‘I would force your face between my thighs and order you to pleasure me if I were to be your mistress.’ James by now was practically hyperventilating.

‘Do you think you could do that James?’ James was a whisker away from cumming.

‘Maybe I would tie you to my bed naked and……….rape you! As she said that she gently bit his ear. James cock exploded.

When James had calmed down she told him to put his cum soaked t-shirt in the washing machine and follow her. She led him up to her bedroom.

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I asked him where he had in mind without letting on that the though turned me on. He said that there was a restroom in a grocery store that never got used at night because the few employees who worked that all used the one near the break room. I knew the store he was talking about and realized that the restroom was located in the fast food dining room, which was closed at this hour but accessible. Better yet, it was the kind where the door locked even though it had a stall and a urinal inside. I agreed and he topkapı escort told me to go in first and that he would make sure it was clear and follow me in, but added that we would need to be quick about it. I let him know that was no problem with me and told him I would be there at 2am.

I arrived as scheduled wearing sweat pants and a jock strap, figuring that would be easy access, and spotted him as I walked in. We only made eye contact, then I walked quickly to the restroom before any employees noticed me coming in. Once inside I quickly squeezed some Wet on my fingers and reached back to lube my ass. In no time I heard the door open and turned to see it was him. He just said hi and locked the door behind him while undoing his pants.

“Suck my cock a little,” he said, pulling out an average, but nice-sized uncut cock. I hit my knees and wrapped my mouth around it, licking underneath his foreskin and sucking him to erection. I immediately noticed fatih escort that his cock drooled precum by the buckets, which really turns me on. I love the taste of a guys precum. Soon his rod was hard as stone and jutting out firmly in front of him with a nice upwards bend.

“Lean over the sink for me,” he ordered and once again I complied. I pushed my sweats to my ankles and leaned forward over the sink counter to offer him my bare ass.

“Nice,” he commented appreciatively as I felt his hand against my butt guiding his penis between my cheeks. He milked his shaft and swirled his cock head around in a circle, sliming my puckered hole with the natural lubricant. It felt so fucking good that I moaned and flexed my hole open against his dick. He pushed about half of his dick inside me, then barely pulled back an inch. Realizing I was lubed enough and ready he fed the rest of himself inside my hungry ass all at once.

I braced myself against the counter eyüp escort as he took hold of my hip bones and started long dicking me from behind. He was fucking me good for a few minutes when I started to try to tighten my ass on him, but he told me to stop, saying that when he barebacks a bottom he likes to feel a nice loose and sloppy ass. Hearing him talk about it totally got me hot and I relaxed my hole as much as possible. I guess he did like that, because he started to fuck me harder, pulling cock completely out of my gaping asshole and slamming it back in.

Suddenly, he warned me, “I’m about to nut up inside you!” He didn’t wait for approval, and emptying his seed in my guts, still pounding my ass, but keeping his cock fully inside me the whole time. When he was done, he slid out of me and before I could turn around he bent down, spread my ass open and licked the cum that was leaking out all over my anus with broad swipes of his tongue. I returned the favor and got down to suck his cock clean. We got zipped up and I left first while he stayed behind to piss.

I got home and sent him an email saying I enjoyed it and to let me know next time he wanted to get his rocks off.

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Note – All characters in this story are fictitious and are above the age of 18.

* * * * *

In high school my classmates considered me fairly normal. In saying that, I’m not a boring nerd but I was the same as most people. I got on well with everyone and I consider myself fun to be with. But I knew different. There are 2 things about myself, which I know that if they were revealed, I would certainly be turned into an outcast.

The first was my interest in girls. Maybe now I should describe myself. I have what some might call a classic figure. Straight blonde hair that flowed down too my shoulders and a roundish sort of face with full pouting lips. My breasts are perhaps my favourite part of my body. Maybe not quite as big as I’d like at 32 D but I’m sure they’re the object of many of my male classmate’s wet dream. My flat and supple torso then runs onto my long thin legs. I’m proud of my body, I just wish girls would notice as well as boys.

My second secret is a fetish. I discovered water sports while masturbating a few years ago. As usual I was dreaming of forbidden love: other girls. Some from school, my older sister and then of course Britney and other stars. It was late at night but the light was on in my room, as I lay naked on my bed with legs spread apart. I always like to start slowly by just opening my outer lips and tickling my clit. This always gets me going and in the end I can’t help myself and I just plunge in. This particular night I had gone to bed on a full bladder and to this day I cant remember why. But anyway there I was with two finger of my left hand frigging away at my pussy and 1 finger of my right hand wedged in my ass.

Juice was cascading onto my hand and I could feel an orgasm building. I added a third finger to my pussy and used my thumb to rub my swollen clit. My ass got a second finger and I started humping up and down of my hands.

Images started flashing before my eyes. Changing for PE seeing those breasts that were stretching, urging to be released from their leather prisons. Walking in on my sister in the bath, seeing her magnificent tits and her bald pussy. Secretly looking at porn sites on the PC down stairs. Looking in wonder at the dirty images on the screen.

All these memories started to get faster and more vivid. My fingers were moving like pistons in and out of both my holes. I realised that I was shouting obscenities and moaning and screaming in between. With 1 final grunt my cunt exploded with cum. 2 minuets later I came back to earth and found my fingers how I’d left them. With a plop, I pulled out of my ass; the fingers now coated with brown stains. I started idly pulling and my nipples and cupping my tits, sending shudders down my body.

I happened to look down at my pussy and saw that my legs were covered with liquid and were shining in the light. I rubbed a clean finger over it and sniffed. Piss! I had been so out of it that I had pissed all over myself and at first topkapı escort I was disgusted with myself. But, the more I thought about it; I realised that it had caused one of the most intense orgasms of my life! I drifted off into sleep with my hand still in my cunt.

My Mum aroused me using her usual technique: banging on the door and screaming at me to get up. I listened for her footsteps going back down stairs and I rolled out of bed and the sheet came with me. It had stuck fast to my legs. I groaned as the memories of last night came back to me. I smiled to myself and wrenched myself free. I stumbled out of my room, still naked toward the shower room. I had been caught several times by my parents doing this, but they didn’t mind. Although today was different. My legs were covered in dried girl-cum and piss. My pussy was open, red and sore and 2 of my fingers were covered with shit stains. There would have been more then an eyebrow raised if either my Mum or Dad had seen me that morning.

The rest as they say, is history. I started masturbating twice a day and when the situation allowed, I pissed over myself during the process. The biggest thrill, was getting caught, so I did it in daring placed, in class, in the school toilets, in the cinema, on the kitchen table at home and lastly in my front garden in broad day light.

This takes us back to the present. A new girl joined our class a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t think much of her though. She was pretty, with black hair and nice tits. I noticed her after PE one afternoon during one of my treasured class showers. As I ogled all the naked bodies in front of me, our eyes met for a split second, she had caught me staring! I suddenly found a very interesting crack in the floor to study. My mind was spinning. What would this girl do? Spread it round the school? No. She has no proof. No one would believe the new girl! I risked a glance up at her. The girl’s face was blank but she seemed deep in thought.

15 minuets later and girls were filing out of the gym to begin the walk or bus journey home. She was waiting when I came out and she motioned me to walk with her. I nearly pissed myself! What did she want? To outlay her demands? Blackmail? No her face didn’t show it.

Curious now I walked along side her. She started talking but didn’t look at me. Instead it was her turn to find something fascinating on the ground.

“I saw you staring at everyone.” She looked like she hadn’t planed far enough ahead to think of what to say next.

She was from Merseyside. Not exactly from the centre of Anfield but defiantly from somewhere near Liverpool. A bit geordie but not quite. After a dreadful silence, I decided upon defensive rather than denial.

“So?” I said with a slight crack in my voice.

“There’s no need to get angry.” she said as she looked at me properly for the first time and I realised that I had sounded a bit more aggressive then I intended to be.

She stopped fatih escort us both and we had to get out of the way for the people walking behind us.

“I think we should introduce ourselves before we go any further. I’m Sarah she said and smiled.

It hit me that I didn’t even know her name! “I’m Rebecca but everyone calls me Becca.” I said a bit to quickly and I attempted to return the smile.

We started walking again and she adopted a more pleasant tone of voice and made her question seem rather casual.

“So Becca, do you like girls?”

Was she insane? I looked around quickly but we were suddenly alone and apparently on her road.

“Well, um, I er, might be a ummm curious.”

She smiled at my flummoxing. We were at her house and she invited me in. Her room was nice and spacious but it was obvious they’d just moved in as the walls were blank and crying out for posters and there were boxes stacked everywhere. She’d managed to get her TV and PC set up though. We sat on her bed and were hit by another tedious silence. “So, you’re a lesbian aren’t you?” asked Sarah.

“Yes OK I am. You know my uncle can get you a great deal on a loudspeaker.” I tried to say this a bit of sincerity but I ended up blurting it out.

Sarah smiled and said “don’t be silly! I wanted to tell you that I’m bi as well”

Well, I nearly fainted! It was just such a relief. I thought she would be about to exile me but it turned out she played for my team! I felt like laughing but I managed to contain myself. I just grinned instead.

“Wow that is so cool!” Is all I managed to say.

She didn’t reply but that proved more than enough as she planted a soft kiss on my lips. I could do nothing but stare at her. I was in a pleasant form of shock. Was this happening? Was I about to have sex with this beautiful scoucer? I’m sure I’m about to find out.

Sarah asked whether I wanted to do this and again, all I could do was nod. With that, she cupped my breasts with her small hand and squeezed gently. I moaned and snapped out of what seemed to be a trance and started to return the favour. I kissed her as I was fondling her smaller tits. I forced my tongue into her mouth and she accepted it greedily.

She moved quickly and soon had my white school blouse opened to reveal my Wonder-Bra. We were still kissing so I broke us up to start work on her blouse. I unbuttoned slower because my hands were trembling so much. Sarah noticed this.

“Relax OK? Just enjoy it.” And with that took off her skirt.

She had on a white, translucent thong. I finally finished her blouse and practically dove for her naked tits underneath. She must have ‘forgotten’ to put it on after her shower. While I sucked on my first ever nipple she removed my rather conservative panties. (I do have lots of sexy underwear but today wasn’t a day I happened to be wearing any.)

As Ali G would say, I keep a ‘shaven haven’ and Sarah instantly fell in love eyüp escort and made a dive for it but I felt that I needed to she her pussy. I unsnapped my Wonder-Bra and let my 32 D’s drop out Sarah took a liking to these as well and took her turn of nipple sucking.

It was the most magical moment I had ever experienced. She took as much of my whole breast in her mouth as she could, and then let it slip out until she reached my nipple. She flicked it with her tongue and bit gently until I screamed with pleasure. She then remembered that I was now, completely naked and reluctantly left my tits and travelled down to my love-hole. I was sitting on her bed and she was squatting on the floor. I spread my legs to allow her easy access.

With two fingers, she spread my outer lips and started massaging my clit. I knew what was coming next. I had done it to myself so many times before. But this experience was 1000 times better. She flicked my clit with a well-manicured fingernail. I found myself shouting at her. “Ohh please! Suck it please! I needa cum bad!”

She responded by shoving 3 fingers into my fuck-tunnel and used her tongue on my pulsating clit. While going in and out with her fingers she lightly licked and then sucked on my clit. After about ten seconds of moaning and shouting with pleasure I couldn’t take any more. My legs shot together with amazing force and locked her face and hand in my cunt. I started bucking wildly and my teeth clenched together.

“O fuck yeah! Fuck my pussy slut bitch! Oh oh ohhhhhhhh” I shot into orbit and everything went white. When I came back down again which must have been about 10 seconds later Sarah was now sitting on the bed beside me, grinning from ear to ear and licking my pussy juice off her fingers. I smiled back and licked the rest off her cheeks.

I told her to lay back on the bed and she did so silently. I went to remove her thong but it was hardly recognisable. Soaking wet, it had turned into a flannel. I rolled them down and saw her beautiful pussy, which was visibly leaking juice. It wasn’t completely bald as mine is, but it was obviously trimmed so that they only hair was a faint line just above her slit. Very sexy.

I hadn’t done this before so I just tried to copy what Sarah had done. With no problem at all, I entered her fuck hole with two fingers and then added a third. I didn’t go for her clit straight away. Instead I worked on assaulting her fanny. After two minuets of this she begged me to eat her but I pretended not to hear her.

“Come on eat me! Please!” she begged. But then got more aggressive. “Lick my fucking fadge you slag”

I submitted and slowed my fingers down and lowered my head onto her clitoris. The effects were instantaneous. She immediately exploded and her girl-cum went all over my face and in my hair but mostly in my mouth. It tasted nearly the same as my own which is of corse delicious! I frigged her for another ten seconds and then with drew my fingers with a wet ‘plop’ noise.

Sarah was still in a world of her own when I looked down upon her. She was breathing heavily and her round tits were rising up and down. I smiled. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship…

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(A daddy’s attempt to justify his incestuous relationship with his slutty daughter)

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I’m writing to you fellow Literotica readers to try and put what I did last night into proper perspective. Yes, I know what I did was wrong…but after all, a man can only take so much teasing.

My daughter Kimmy is not a slut outside of the home. All her friends are really good kids. Their (as well as Kimmy’s) dress and moral behavior is excellent. But at home with me, Kimmy is a complete immoral cock-teasing slut when alone with me. And I have fought the good fight for these many years since she started her bull shit with me at the age of 18. Now on her 19th birthday she crossed the line so far that I finally broke and screwed the little bitch and now I fear our daddy-daughter relationship is totally fucked!

First I need to tell you what Kimmy looks like as a full-grown woman.

She’s 5′- 7″ tall with the face of an angel. She has long brown hair past her shoulders. Big brown eyes that are full of mischief with me and breasts to die for with a narrow waist, wide flared hips, and an ass that was made for sex. Her legs are long, slender, and well shaped. She is my idea of a woman made to please a man.

Like I say, outside of the home, Kimmy dresses down her gorgeous figure and is the epitome of good taste and moral manners. Her deceased mother would be very proud of that.

But inside our home since she turned 18 she began dressing like a complete whore and on her 21st birthday, I just couldn’t take any more of her teasing. It finally spilled over at the dinner table last night just when I thought she had changed and she took me completely over the edge! I lost it for good on her 21st.

I brought home her favorite Mexican restaurant take-out to celebrate as she had asked me to do. “Daddy, please, daddy let’s have dinner on my turning 21 with just the two of us. We can have a quiet dinner and make a champagne toast to mother to celebrate my becoming a full-grown up woman and reaching legal drinking age.

Sounds innocent right?

I sensed deep down what she was up to was probably no good but nevertheless I gave her the benefit of the doubt and thought maybe (with the mention of her mother and all) just maybe she was going to turn over a new leaf. Ha, what a laugh that turned out to be. As soon as I entered the dinning room I knew I was in for another of Kimmy’s sexual teasing that was always punishment for her dad. The lights were out and three candles flickered in the center of the table. She had obviously poured the chilled wine when she saw the headlights from my car and let me tell you what the little bitch was wearing.

She had on one of her mother’s see-through lace baby-doll negligees. She looked so much like her mother it was fucking scary. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of her. The only difference between her and her mother in the candlelight was the fact that Kimmy’s breasts were larger, firmer, and her nipples so proud and inviting.

Kimmy was blessed not only with big breasts but she had the damnedest, knobbiest nipples you ever saw on a girl. They were big, puffy, and dark pink in color with large areolas. Yep, daddy was her target tonight and my will power totally gone at the sight of her in the candlelight in her mother’s baby-doll gown. And if that wasn’t enough…she walked over to me (obviously as practiced) framed by the candle light to let my eyes see that she had shaved her pussy (which was completely visible through the sheer black laced panties)! The conniving bitch and I remember thinking, OMG look at those swollen pussy lips begging for a hard cock to penetrate!

She hugged me tight plastering her firm young body to mine. Putting her warm lips up to my ear she whispered…”Oh daddy, please give me a big, grown up birthday kiss for my 18th and let me know I’m finally a woman.”

I was a cooked goose as she then placed her face to me and planted her wet lips on mine slithering her wicked tongue far into my mouth. It wasn’t the Mexican dinner she had really wanted placed on the menu, it was me…her very own father. And like I said, I had no more defense left in me. I was horny as hell with a totally hot, slutty 21-yr old daughter pressing her tits into my chest and kissing me like a wonton whore.

She had stepped far beyond my ability to discipline. Dressed as she was and French kissing me just begging me to get nasty with her. Obvious she was dedicated to giving herself to me. Me? I was just broken man in my ability to resist. I was hers to do anything she wanted tonight. Damn I hated myself yet wanted more of the woman in my arms more than I had ever imagined.

I put my arms around her and kissed her back with everything I had in me. Her mother’s perfume wafted into my nostrils and my cock tented my pants right into the very center of the ‘V’ formed by her long luscious legs and hungry pussy. The only thing between her needy snatch and my cock filled pants was her silky, thin, baby-doll topkapı escort panties.

Kimmy knew she had me, but good! As she continued snaking her pointy tongue inside my mouth and around my tongue there no longer remained and resistance from me. Flooding my mouth with her hot breath, she further shocked me by sliding her hand down inside my pants and right onto my rock hard cock giving it a firm squeeze. I tell you it took the fight completely out of me and filled my desire for her all at the same time.

Squeezing my hard on and sliding her hand up and down the shaft she said, “Oh daddy, is this all for me tonight? Are you finally going to make a woman out of me for my birthday and take me into your bed and make love to me?”

As I said…she had completely broken me as surely as a cowboy breaks a bronco from a wild stallion into a docile horse she could ride anytime and anywhere she wanted..

“Yes baby, I give in…it’s all for you if that’s what you really want…but are you sure your ready for daddy’s big cock?”

“Oh, Yessss my love! Yes! I’ve waited all these years to give myself to you. Let’s eat now, have some Champaign and then go to bed so you can make me yours forever.”

We not only drank that one bottle as we finished our meal but I had two more large helpings from a second bottle before taking my slutty little girl to bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her face glowed, her breasts beckoned to me and my balls swelled with desire to flood her pussy with my jizz. I felt like a dirty old man about to fuck a young girl knowing it was so wrong…yet not able to resist her youthful treasure of love and sex. And for whom? Her very own father.

I was so tortured. I had to bring this to a conclusion. I knew the right thing to do but it would only bring more torture of my mind and soul. Giving into her desire seemed the only logical thing to do.

Kimmy’s negligee kept getting lower and lower on her shoulders until the swelling of her breasts pushed her puffy nipples just above the lace in plain view of the lighted candles…brother that was the last fucking straw on the camel’s back.

I got up and roughly picked her up out of her chair by her arms. She didn’t say a work but only smiled knowing the effect she had on her hapless father by flaunting all her young charms at me. Lifting her up in my arms, I carried her like the prize I was now claiming to my bed and laid her out with that big wicked grin of hers she had taunted me with all through dinner.

I flipped her over and said, “You’re going to get a little more than you bargined for before I fuck you little girl.”

Then I gave her 21 hard smacks on her ass. So hard in fact, she buried her face in a pillow to stifle her cries. When I turned her back over her eyes were red from crying and her face tear stained. But there was something else in those eyes also.

She knew she was getting what she wanted. She was now mine for the taking and her eyes told me so. She was like a cat in heat and I though I was a low-life dog of a father about to take her…take her I would!

And while I knew she wasn’t a virgin, it was worse knowing all the while I was about to commit the horrible act of incest. Forgive me, but…all my will and my moral values had been drained from my brain into my cock and testicles. I could smell the odors even more now coming from her wet and ready pussy as I stripped off my cloths and lay beside her.

I didn’t want any preliminaries, I just wanted to get it over and fuck her thinking I could possible wipe away all the years of her teasing out of my mind. But oh, no…the my little slut wasn’t about to let me off the hook so easy. She had a woven a spider’s cunning plan out for our first coupling and I was her victim fly, trapped in her web of a young woman’s tormenting flesh.

As I reached out to touch her big beautiful titties she said, “No daddy, not just yet. Promise not to touch me until I say so, ok?” I felt a wet drool of pre-cum slide from my throbbing prick and drip down the inside of my thigh onto the bed.

Oh fuck…let the games begin you little teasing, loving cunt of a daughter, I thought!

She began her final chapter of seduction by sitting up and slowly taking her top off and posing for me. Arching her back as she lifted her lacy top so her tits and nipples stood out, she then turned her torso to the side. She finished her goddamned torture of me by leaning her head all the way back allowing her long beautiful hair to touch the bed. Her upturned tits were peaked by her big hard nipples begging to be sucked. Oh, it was a sight that had me drooling from my mouth as much as my pre-cum had been drooling from my cock.

“So daddy look at me. Do I look like a grownup woman in your bed like this? Do you want me as much as I’ve wanted you all these years of growing up? Do you want to take me as your lover now? Do you want to plant your seed inside of me and make a beautiful baby for just the two of us? Do it daddy, fatih escort please take me as yours forever.”

Oh shit, I thought. So that’s how far my daughter wants to ultimately go….having a baby with her own father? Oh fuck, I can’t let that ever happen!

I should have grabbed my pants and got the hell out of there but…but…here was this beautiful woman in my bed that I had been tormenting over the past 3 years and she had consumed me totally. My only thought was to make damn good and sure I didn’t get her pregnant! That was the only one restraint I had left…or so I thought.

I didn’t answer her there in the semi-dark with her naked young body on display in the open for me. Obviously she wasn’t looking for one either because she simply leaned over and dropped her titties onto my naked chest ever so lightly so the only two things touching me were the pointy tips of her nipples teasing my flesh.

Kimmy began making slow circular movements with her tits circling around and around, and down my body searing my skin ever so deliciously light as a feather on my skin. I could feel her nipples harden from the touch of her skin on mine as she slowly descended her path clear down to my rigid cock.

When her firm tits got to my hard dick she took it in her warm hand and slipping it between the valley of her awesome tits she slowly began titty fucking her father. The sight and womanly smell of her in heat…emanating the womanly smell of her wet pussy was fantastic. And the sight of my hard cock encircled with her tit flesh and knobby nipples… Yes, I was in heaven and hell all at the same time.

“Do you like the feel of my tittys on your hard cock daddy? Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck it? I want your cock in my mouth so bad,” she whispered.

Oh fuck, what a nasty mouth my little girl had. I loved the way she whispered so suggestively in the darkened bedroom. She knew I wanted her to suck my cock. My answer came in an angry groan, “Fuck yes baby…suck daddy’s cock with that slutty little mouth of yours. I’m so close to cumming because of your fucking teasing games all night. Do it…suck your father’s prick until you get as much of my cream as you want damn you!”

I became transfixed as she simply continued to do just that while I watched it all in marvelous wonderment close up. My daughter sucking my cock. It was beyond description seeing my very own daughter deliciously taking of her father’s cock between her lips and slurping on my hard prick like a wanton whore in heat. AND THAT SHE WAS…A WONTON WHORE IN HEAT READY TO DRINK HER FATHER’S CUM.

The sensation was AS heavenly as her warm, wet mouth. She took it all the way into her mouth. First sliding down ward from the tip of my cock, she slowly descending down the entire length of my 8″ shaft until I could actually feel the back of her throat. Hesitating until I groaned in appreciation of her sucking me so deeply she lifted up a bit to begin a dedicated assault of her sucking lips on my swollen veiny meat. She lifter her face from my cock so she could show her adoring eyes to me.

Kimmy then took me over the edge by beginning a slobber bobber throat vibrating sucking.

“Ummmm, unnnna, unnnng”, she groaned sending vibrations down my shaft to my balls. I was ready to fill my little girl’s mouth completely.

Shit I knew I damn well was going to cum the moment she started sucking and I was right!

After only about a dozen or so of her vibrating slobbered sucks combined with the bathing of her tongue on my cock shaft , felt the welling up as my nuts tightened. Boiling sperm in my nutsack began searching for a quick immediate release of the huge load of my long pent up lust for my sexy daughter. My balls had been waiting a lot of years to flood her pussy and the time had come to instead to give its first release into her mouth. Then I thought…shit this is bad enough of me in fucking my own daughter. I shouldn’t let go inside her mouth. What a dirty thing that would be.

For the first time since lying in bed with this beautiful woman-child of mine I spoke out saying, “Oh fuck baby…daddy’s going to cum I better take it out now.”

Kimmy sensed it as well from the swelling of my fat mushroom of a cockhead swelling to the point of bursting in her mouth. She wouldn’t have any of me pulling out. She had obviously been thinking of this very instance for a long time and was prepared for my trying to withdraw.

She quickly slipped both hands around and under my ass pressing my hips further into her hot mouth. Securing her prize, she received all of my warm pulsing sperm into her mouth. My sexxy daughter had it in her mind to give me her all and wow…did she ever!

I then watched in amazement as the half child, half woman blowing me feasted on her ultimate prize of daddy’s seed. Swallowing much of my cum as she could, a small amount slipped past her pursed lips and down my shaft pooling around her tight fist wrapped about my cock eyüp escort and just above my pulsing cum filled testicles.

One, two, thee full hard spurts of cum shot out and into her mouth…and I wasn’t finished yet!

Kimmy kept guzzling my seed, and milking my veiny cock with her sucking and sliding of her hands up and down so as to pump the maximum amount of my liquid into her mouth and down her throat. She encouraged me to give as much as I had…”Uh-huh, uh-huh…ummmmm….ummmm.” She was getting off on sucking me off…I though what a hot little sexy bitch my Kimmy had become.

After a full minute of slurping daddy’s cock she lifted the remaining thick globs of my warm sperm on her hand up to her mouth. Then posing to make sure I received the maximum effect of her cock sucking efforts…she slowly licked the rest into her wicked sexy lips and smiled waiting my approval.

“Did I do that right daddy. Did I make my darling father feel good?”

“Baby, you did it perfectly. I was the best blow job I ever had a woman give me…just the fucking best ever!”

I could tell from her wicked little smile and the twinkling in her eyes that my words were what she wanted to hear. Leaning back down she began a slow sucking on my balls as her hand brought renewed life back into my prick. Between taking my balls in her mouth and lathering them with her warm sucking tongue she said, “I loved giving you head daddy. You can have my mouth anytime you feel the need to release all your tensions. I want you to feel free to just tell me to suck your cock whenever you need me.”

For the first time I put my hands under her skimpy thin baby-doll gown so I could finally get my hands on the marvelous firmness of her tits and feel her hard nipples. They were sublime in my hands. I kept the feel of those young woman’s breasts in my hands as she sat up, slipped her panties to the side and began a slow descent of her tight pussy down upon my resurrected cock. The feeling of her hot, wet cunny on my cock for the first time was some thing I’ll never forget.

The sensations of the tight walls of my very own daughter’s pussy squeezing and milking my fat cock was so indescribably delicious, and so very evil all at the same. She was teaching me how incest can be such a naughty and so sublime a dichotomy.

Her wide hips and firm round ass posting down onto my thighs was a wonderful sexual ride on my pistoning cock.

She began moaning dirty words that sounded so good to my ears.

“Oh yes daddy…fuck your big grown up daughter. Fuck me harder, make me cum daddy…make me yours…take me all the way!”

Each stroke of her fucking her father and the nasty words were all wondrous sensations indeed. It felt like heaven and hell both pulling on my cock all at the same time. Surely I was doomed in sublime torture by her seduction of her father. Yet I was becoming more and more an accepting and willing accomplice to this so called evil of incest.

So many cultures approved of such conduct between father and daughter…mother and son throughout history. Could it be the teachings I had been given in my youth were wrong? How could such a bonding between a father and his daughter feel so good and yet be judged an evil sin. Hadn’t I often been sexually attracted to my mother when I was growing up? And for the past few years hadn’t I secretly craved her teasing young body? More than just a few times I went to sleep after masturbating to thoughts of fucking her tight, young pussy and feeling her firm tits in my hands.

Yes, I understood the desires my daughter had for me and I for her. Maybe she was the bravest between the two of us to have the guts to act upon what could only be recognized as natural yearnings within a loving daddy-daughter relationship. What could be so wrong in expressing love by touching, kissing, and sharing the ultimate joy of sex between consenting adults within a caring family?

I only knew the sexual release I was feeling with the physical coupling between Kimmy and I was a wonderful feeling indeed.

What was so wrong in two adults choosing their time and moment to a physical joining of each other’s natural desires? While I knew it was right for me as a father and an adult male to hold off and restrain myself sexually from touching my daughter before she became a woman. How was it also not her right of choice and consent to whom she decided to give herself as an adult?

If her adult choice was to give herself to her father and he accept her sexual gift to him how could that choice on their part be wrong?

Mothers and adult sons making love with each other as they freely choose should be their right. My beautiful grown daughter and I should have the right and freedom to give ourselves to each other without society judging us as doing something wrong. Where is it written that it’s a sin for adult and fully matured mothers, sons…fathers, daughters…brothers and sisters wrong for them to a mutual consent in sharing their love with each other physically?

Finally as Kimmy rocked her ass all the way down pushing my hard cock deeply into her womb then beginning a slow, delicious rotation with her wide hips and arching back I knew two things.

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After graduating from college with an engineering degree, my first job was with a large telecommunications manufacturer that sold phone systems all over the world. I quickly moved up in the company. Even though, just in my mid twenties, I was becoming the “go to” guy, when it came to troubleshooting problems with our systems. Especially those with high profile customers and critical installations. I thought things were going great, then one day my boss, Erich, and the president of the company, Tom, called me into the office.

“Peter, we just wanted to tell you, you’re doing a great job,” said Tom, the President of the company. “We do have one little thing to ask.”

That little statement perked my ears up and whatever it was, it didn’t sound good to me.

“Our customers tell us you always solve the problems we send you to fix. But they also say things like, you’re too serious, sometimes distant, even aloof. We’d just like you to learn to relax a little,” said Tom.

“I’m sorry, I admit once I begin troubleshooting a problem, I just can’t focus on anything else but the solution. But I’ll try.”

“OK, OK, it’s not a demand. We just want you to work on your customer relationships a little.” He slid an envelope across the desk to me. “Open it up and look Peter.”

I opened the envelope and grinned with surprise. One was a bonus check for twenty-five hundred dollars and the other was notifying me of another large pay increase. I looked at both men and said the only thing I could think of, “Thanks.”

“No problem son, you deserve it. And you lucked out, because your next assignment is Bill Kirk , one our largest customers in the West. He’s a serious guy too, so he won’t be pressuring you to be friendly. Now off you go.” said Tom.

The next day I was on a plane to Denver. I arrived and picked up my rental car, then went to my hotel. I checked in and it was still fairly early, so I went to the customer’s place to let them know I was in town.

The girl at the front desk asked me to go right in the owner’s office when I checked in there.

Seated at a large wooden desk was a man in maybe his sixties. “Hi, I’m Bill Kirk.” He stood and held out his hand to shake.

“Peter, Peter Brantley.” I shook his hand and he sat back down motioning for me to sit also.

“I’m sorry for staring,” he said. “I didn’t realize you were so young. Your bosses told me you were their best engineer so I assumed you’d be older.”

“That’s OK, I get that a lot when I travel to customer sites.”

He explained the problem they were having with one of their customers who owned several systems all tied together over a large telecommunications wide area network. From his description of the problem I already had a good idea how to solve the problem.

I went back to my room and worked out in the hotel’s exercise room, then ate an early dinner and retired to my room.

The next morning I went to one of the customer’s sites and after about two hours and some re-programming the job was finished and the problem I’d been sent to fix was solved.

I went back to Bill’s office to let him know everything had been solved and his customer was happy. It was close to lunch, so he offered to take me to lunch where we mostly talked business. During lunch, a couple of times while talking, Bill would touch my arm or wrist when he would say something. I’m sure for him it was innocent, and just a way to get my attention when he said something he thought was important. But every time he did that it almost felt electric to me, my whole body feeling it. Especially my cock.

“So Peter, Tom tells me you’re also a computer guru, along with being a telecommunications guru?”

“I know a little about them.”

I learned early in my career the word guru could get you in trouble, especially if you started believing it. I always felt it was best to remain modest.

“Perhaps ataşehir escort when we get back to the office you can look at mine? It’s been acting strange, locking up and going to the wrong web page sometimes.”

“Sure”

We got back from lunch and he left me alone in his office with his PC, while he went to a Friday afternoon staff meeting. I ran some quick checks and realized he had some type of virus. I removed it. Always curious about files on computers, I poked around in Bill’s PC. I noticed he had a bunch of hidden files but he didn’t make them password protected or secure, so anyone could look at them. Most were photos and when I opened them up I noticed they were of naked men. Many of them young men in their twenties, about my age. They were in all styles of poses from just standing, to some with a cock in their mouth. Some were younger and older men kissing. I felt myself getting excited. And without thinking, my hand touched the growing bulge in my dockers.

Bill walked in and startled me. I quickly closed the photos before he walked around his desk. I was hoping he wouldn’t look at my crotch as I got out of his chair, so he could sit down at his desk.

“Did you fix it?”

“Yes, you had a virus on your hard drive.”

“Great!”

He started moving his mouse and that’s when I noticed I’d forgot to close one of the photos. He clicked on it and it opened. It was a picture of an older man kissing a younger man and he had the younger man’s hard cock in his hand. His jaw dropped as he looked back at me.

“That was a hidden file.”

I chuckled. “Well yes, but not very well hidden to anyone that knows their way around a computer.”

“Could people see this on the network?” he asked.

“Yes possibly. I’m sure your administrator could see it, if he’s looking around.”

He had a look of real fear on his face, perhaps wondering if any of his employees, some who had extensive computer skills, may have seen these photos. “I guess I owe you an explanation.”

I told him he didn’t need to explain anything and his secret was safe with me. I could see the relief on his face, hearing that. After all, I had my own secrets too.

“Would you like me to show you how to protect files on your computer?” I asked.

“Is it hard? I’m afraid I’m not real computer literate when it comes to stuff like that.”

I leaned over the back of his chair as he sat at the keyboard and pointed where he needed to click and then told him when he needed to type in a password. To my surprise, I noticed a growing bulge in his trousers when I glanced down. I wondered if it was the pictures or me causing it.

We went to one of the sites where he was getting photos and I showed him how to download and save each file as protected. Some of the photos were quite erotic and I had my own stiffening going too. Luckily he couldn’t tell through the back of his chair.

I walked around the other side of his desk, as soon as I started going soft again.

“Could you look at my home computer too Peter?”

I looked at my watch. “I guess, but we’d better hurry, I have a plane to catch in three hours.”

He picked up the phone and called the president of my company and arranged for me to stay another night.

“That’s settled, why don’t you check out of your hotel room and you can be a guest at our home for the evening?” he said.

“OK.”

“Meet me back here after you check out and you can follow me home.”

I agreed and went and checked out. I had to admit I was a little disappointed when Bill said our home. Then I remembered he was married. I thought maybe he was going to try and seduce me when he got me home. Oh well it was a nice thought.

I followed him to his home which was outside Denver. He had quite a plot of land and the house was huge.

He showed me around the place. Then asked me, ” What are you, about six foot?”

“On avcılar escort the nose, and one hundred eighty pounds,” I said.

“So what size swim trunks?”

“Medium or large.” I said. “Both usually fit.”

He left for a second and came back with two pairs. “Let me show you your room.”

We walked down a long hallway until he opened a door and showed me my room. He gave me directions to get to the pool. He asked if I liked fish.

“The wife and the staff help are gone for the weekend, thought I’d cook by the pool,” he said.

“I love fish,” I said.

He left me to get dressed and I looked at myself in the mirror with a pair of baggy blue trunks on. All that exercise in the hotels on business trips was making my body harder and more fit. I was just beginning to get ab muscles showing. I made my way to the pool where he was already sitting. He told me there was beer in the fridge behind the bar if I wanted some.

I peeled off my t-shirt and went over and got a beer. I stood next to him watching while he got the grill ready to cook.

The fish and grilled shrimp were great. He was an excellent cook. I couldn’t help notice that occasionally with the baggy shorts he wore, I’d get a quick glimpse of the head of his cock as he shifted positions in the chair he sat in.

We both drank a few more beers, then he suggested we cool off in the pool. We were in the water cooling off but things seemed to be getting much hotter to me. He was very close to me and I could feel his hands innocently touching me as we floated. I tried to appear innocent touching him a few times. Then he took my hand, underwater and placed it on his crotch. “Mmmmm see what you are doing to me Peter?”

I didn’t flinch or pull back although I think that’s what he half expected. Instead I wrapped my fingers around his trunks and cock and caressed his hard dick pulling gently on it. His moan told me it felt good. He pulled me against him. I knew now he could feel my own hard cock against his body.

“Oh Peter.” He put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me. Our mouths both quickly opened and our tongues were entangled.

He broke the kiss and told me he’d never been kissed like that from another man. I felt his hand go up the leg of my trunks and touch my hard cock and then we kissed again. He whispered in my ear that he had a better place for us. So we got out of the water and walked through the house, still wet, to another bedroom. He wasted no time once we were in the room. He kissed me again this time we were each ramming our tongues hungrily in each others mouth.

He pulled down my trunks and my hard cock sprung out straight. He slid off his own trunks quickly and we were naked. He pushed me gently back to lay on the bed, then laid down beside me.

“How long has it been since you were with a man?” he asked. His fingertips were circling my nipples making them even harder.

“Over a year.”

“Why so long?”

I shrugged my naked shoulders. “Kind of a workaholic I guess. Just haven’t found the right time, place and circumstances. How bout you?”

“Longer than you. But I think I finally found the right one.” He grinned and wrapped his fingers around my cock and kissed me again.

The kissing was driving me crazy with lust and his hand was milking big globs of precum from my cock. He took his finger and spread the precum then licked his finger. He didn’t say a word he just moved down and slid his lips over my swollen cock head. His hot wet mouth felt so good . In less than a minute my entire shaft was wet and slick with a precum saliva mix. His lips tightened around my shaft and he slowly began milking my cock with his mouth.

It may have been a long time since Bill was with a guy, but you couldn’t tell it by the way he sucked my cock. He truly knew what he was doing and was driving me nuts with pleasure

It had been ataşehir escort bayan so long, I couldn’t hold back long and was soon moaning about cumming. He was moaning too and he gripped my cock even tighter with his mouth.. I screamed as my body convulsed and I could feel my cum erupting in his mouth as he gulped to take it all. My body quivered again and again with each eruption.

I was crazed with lust, I kissed him, tasting traces of my cum still on his tongue and then began kissing and licking his nipples as he laid on his back. His nipples turned almost purple before I left them and worked my way down to his throbbing six inch cock that was literally dripping precum. I wrapped my fingers around it and milked some more out then used the tip of my tongue to spread it over the head of his cock. His eyes were closed and he was moaning with pleasure. I ran my wet tongue now coated with his precum mixed with my own spit down the underside of his cock shaft and back up to the head.

“Ooooooh, that feels so good Peter.”

I slid his cock past my hungry lips, then slowly took in almost all of it. Then slid back up the shaft. I began to slowly fuck him with my mouth, my lips wrapped tight and creating suction as I moved. I could tell by the way he moved his hips and ass, squirming around and moaning that he was enjoying it. His fingers raked through the short hair on my head as I bobbed up and down on his cock.

Juices were flowing now, my saliva running down his cock, over his balls and into the crack of his ass. I used a finger to collect some of the natural lube and pressed my finger against his ass. He grunted and I slowly slid the finger inside waiting for him to begin to relax.

But my mouth was bringing the cum in his balls to a quick boil and I felt like he was going to explode any minute. He warned me he was cumming and he did. There was so much I could not catch it all and some ran out of the side of my mouth as I gulped down what I could. I milked his cock until it quit giving me cum. I cleaned his cock then used my tongue and finger to get the cum on my face into my hungry mouth. And then I kissed him . Our tongues tangled and feverishly wrapping around the other.

I got on my knees between his legs, spread his legs and raised them so they rested against my body his feet above my shoulders, exposing his hole. I pushed my swollen cock head against his hole and pushed gently.

“Oh yes and you’re a top too,” he said, grinning. “Perfect!”

He was very tight and it had probably been some time since he had a real cock in him. The head slid in and I stopped to give him time to relax his muscles, which clamped hard on my cock. Soon I felt him relax and slid inside some more. He shut his eyes and groaned and told me how good it felt. In a minute I slid all six inches of my cock the rest of the way inside him and then pulled back and slowly buried it deep in him again. I did it again and again and then pulled almost out and let some spit and saliva fall from my lips and hit my cock and his hole. I slid deep inside again and now could feel the natural lubrication of his hole and my cock. I went a little faster, always burying my cock as deep as I could. No short strokes for my new friend. He was becoming vocal about his pleasure and had his hand around his own cock as I kept plowing his ass.

“Fuck me Peter, oh yeah. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“I’m cumming too,” I moaned.

“Oh god, fill me up Peter, I want you to cum inside me, cum inside me.”

That really got me going and I was ravaging his ass, my balls slapping loudly against him.

“I’m cummmming,” I moaned and rammed deep inside him my cock shooting another big load of cum.

I could feel my cum filling him up as he orgasmed too, his cock shooting another load all over his stomach.

I stayed in him until my cock began to go soft, then playfully licked the cum off his stomach and fed it to him with my mouth.

We laid there kissing for a bit and he asked if I could stay the rest of the weekend.

“Well they did tell me, I needed to work on my customer relationship skills,” I said grinning.

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Pretend you have just heard the news your best friend, in England, is coming to America again, this time, to attend film school, and will drop by to see you again, though you live clear cross country. Then, one day before his flight is to land in a nearby city, pretend you get the news over the phone that he and two friends have been killed in an auto accident somewhere outside of Paris. Pretend you have cleaned up the house with the fine tooth comb, especially the guest room just minutes before.

Now pretend also you are screwed up with drugs. Not illegal drugs, but the kind moronic oh so above we cockroaches doctors have prescribed. That your head has been screwed with these drugs for, at the time, over 12 years. Pretend you are sleeping one hour a night. That you write forty, at least, pages of sheer gibberish every week. That you read at least fifteen books a week. That you sleep one hour, if lucky, a night.

Pretend you are in hell. Pretend also a doctor raped you some years before all of this. Pretend you are around others as little as possible. Pretend you have this friend in England, who came to visit for two weeks, two years before the auto crash. Pretend you are waiting desperately for him to call you so you can drive sixty miles to the airport to pick him up. Pretend you have been friends with him for nine years.

That you and he met through a letters column in Fangoria magazine. A magazine for horror fans. Pretend you get a letter from him about your letter to the editor about the great character actor, Dick Miller, who is a favorite actor of his too.

You have never heard from anyone in a foreign country. You turn over and over the brown envelope with the Avion Air stamp on it, and the hand written letter, so beautifully perfectly formed.

You begin corresponding. Each writing long letters. And then one summer, you and he have been talking on the phone by this point, he says how would you like me to visit? And you eagerly scream oh god yes please. He says he can stay only a few days, since the trip to America really is for talking with a film director in California, but it works so well for us, he stays with you for two weeks.

Pretend you have only had two arguments with him through the mail long before he visited and they were smoothed over easily and forgotten. He calls you on Christmas Day because he knows how you associate that always with England. His accent was beautiful. He opened a whole wonderful world for you. Pretend this is a story, as it is meant to be, but it is also true. You hear the news of his death from a mutual friend. You are stunned beyond redemption. You are so full of aches, you feel like your bones have been replaced with tons of painful doorknobs, slamming at you from inside.

Then the dying starts. The crush. It was, let’s say, on your birthday you get the news. The birthday he was to celebrate in person with you. You have sent each ataşehir escort other books, horror films; he was dazzled by cheap horror nasties he could get here that he couldn’t in England. Just rank grade Z stuff with his favorite actor for some reason, John Carradine.

Pretend that the drugs take you over, so much that when your mother dies, you can not even speak to anyone at the funeral home. You just stare at them and try to formulate words, but the mind does not work. It feels, best I can describe it, frozen in the middle and with terrible heat at the top. Then because you are sick at mind and heart and feel the drugs have killed you already, not to mention the memory of the rape, imagine you fall in love with your dead friend, because he is dead, because you were so looking forward—then pretend you mourn him by watching the funeral of Princess Diana on TV…that at this point, your world crumbles like a paper sack. That it is always winter, when you used to love winter and autumn too, but now they are of death.

You almost die three times. In the next February, late, you dream you are in a car with him, he is driving, and you are close by his side. Pretend you dream he has crashed into a bridge support, that the car has gone into a lake or river and you are with him. You are drowning with him. This is no dream. This is real. Home. Safe. No sad memories. Then your cat, Lally, who was to horribly die some years later, jumps on the bed to wake you for food early morning.

Pretend it happens again in March, for no reason, other than you feel yourself going outside your body; you are sitting on the couch, a warm March afternoon, and you want it more than anything for you can’t see how you can go on with this much more. You have taken every second of his visit with you and have dwelled there in it. You have surrounded yourself with his letters and his presents of books, brown paper with string round them and the lovely British return address and the gift one Christmas of the actor Peter Cushing’s autobiography, autographed by Mr. Cushing, whom we both adored.

You are too frightened however to die. You rush to the book racks and find a Joe Lansdale novel and begin reading it as fast and as hard as you can, until you feel your soul going back into your body. You hate yourself for being scared. You hate yourself for being disloyal to your friend. When other friends of yours, few in number, say disrespectful things about homosexuals, not knowing your little secret, you tell them off or you dismiss them and you lose almost everybody this way, and it’s all because of defending him. You cry with two kind friends. You have now made him trump your first and forever love, Joel, because it was going to work out—your friend and you were going to have a relationship-you could finally find someone to touch—really really touch.

Pretend you dwell in a dark corner of time. Pretend this and the avcılar escort drugs and the rape no one believes, pretend you live in constant darkness. And worth it because you are doing it for him. People are kind. Till they think you have gone on too long with this. You love the writer Joyce Carol Oates, and with her story “Will You Always Love Me?” you think she has produced her finest miracle—she has written story from your bones outward—this is more than a story with characters and plot with which you identify—you have never had this feeling from reading another writer’s work-not ever. It haunts you. It IS you.

You begin praying again. A sonofabitch doctor, after he finishes humiliating you, takes you off the wrong drugs and puts you on worse drugs. That lasts for seven months until two nurse practitioners hear you out, and prescribe the right stuff and every day you find your mind coming back and coming back and you shall love those two women forever more and hate psychologists and psychiatrists and wish a special lower form of hell for the lot of the egotistical holy mothers.

You learn to be angry all the time. You learn to turn to the shrine of your dead friend. You push Joel out of your mind, when you never ever thought that could possibly happen. You remember picking up your friend at the train station, that late First of September night, and his round rimmed glasses and his energetic movements, and his lovely voice, even when shy, diffident, still outgoing, still inclusive of, of all people, you, and later on how he looked like Harry Potter and you associated every British movie and novel and TV series with your dead friend. So, you had to throw them all out of your mind because you would not usurp his wanting to be part of that too, and it made you feel ashamed to be alive.

You started cutting yourself in earnest, in those times. Really letting the blood flow from your arms. You had felt young till all of this. You were never to feel anything other than older than you would ever be, all your life.

On the day of his leave-taking from his visit, you and he had a pizza from a place that gave away balloons. You and he kidded as he blew it up. You said hey, let me send this by ship to England, just to see how long it takes. You both laughed. You laughed so much and felt so good those two weeks. You and he stayed up all night talking and giggling and…

So you did mail it by ship to England. The balloon arrived to him almost two months later, still mostly inflated. You have to stay away from especially Fangoria magazine, because that is how the both of you met. But one August day, you saw a copy of it, this was 1999, in a grocery and decided you might like to read it again. When you got to the book review section, there was his name listed for compiling a new book about Italian horror films.

So it began. The shock. The anger. The fury. The dread. The betrayal. The feeling ataşehir escort bayan of total and utter stupidity. And being conned.

All he did, you see, was to ditch you. So that a mutual friend, no longer my friend as before this, tried to ease the pain by saying he had died in an auto accident. So you began trying to find him. You met so many nice people on the web sites for horror films since he loved them so much. You met some asses as well. But mostly you met people, some of who went out of their way to help you, and finally someone found him. And you got to speak to him and he was like always on the phone. Your mind is screaming ask him, ask him, ASK HIM WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED…but you don’t because you don’t want to know and you want to be friends with him again. And you apologize for bothering him and apologize, goddammit, godfriggendammit—you say you are sorry for bothering him. And you really feel sorry, too, for that.

So he got to ditch you this time by email. New form. Same routine. Only this time the cruelty was unendurable. And left your bones shaking in a sack. And you emailed him the most hurtful email you could. You told him everything. You laid yourself and him open..and of course you know he never read it. You try this for nine years and see what anger you have stored up inside you. See how calm and pleasant you would feel.

Don’t contact me again, he had said in the summer of ’91 and don’t contact me, again, in the autumn of 1999, and that so much more horrible.

Now you pretend you have spent all the last seven years recovering from these things You have your memories and dreams of Joel back in head and heart, and thank God for him. Let’s pretend this you is me. And that is so. For it is. And it is so.

You pretend you have lived with this upheaval since the late summer of ’91 and you tell me what you would do, how you would survive all of this utter crap, then you try to be a shaken hurtful terrified angry man who has been lied to endlessly during the nineties, even more than I’ve told you so already. It actually got even worse.

So you be me and you tell me why when the Human Rights Commission calls you for a donation and when they can’t get any money from me, they hang up before I have a chance to breathe, you tell me why I should care in the least, because much of me still lives in the charnel place. It is a real and existing hell, you ask me why I am I hanging on? And I will tell you this. I am stronger than steel. I have endured the fire and what was all that stuff about really?

Why does a person who used to be young and funny and easy to be around and somewhat popular, one fine day learn he will have to fake being himself, will have to fake being a human for the rest of his life? Like a horrible burn victim will have to cover the scars as best he can and pretend they are not there.

You tell me what the hell I’m still doing here. I have no earthly idea. I am only here to say, I have survived to tell the tale. And there it is. I look at the pain of it now, from the outside, looking inward, instead of the other way round. That is, I suppose, the saving grace of the thing.

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Christy came home from working at the neighborhood pizza restaurant. She noticed that neither of her parents were home but he brother’s truck was in the driveway.

Climbing out of her car she walked into the house carrying a pizza someone hadn’t picked up. “Hey Jesse! What brings you home on a Thursday?” She asked her brother.

“Granny Smith fell and broke her hip. Mom’s gone to take care of her and Dad had a conference in Atlanta. He’ll be gone for a week or more. Mom didn’t want you home alone since you broke up with Danny.” Jesse told her.

“Is Granny alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine. You know how Mom is.” He said with a laugh.

“Yeah you have a point.” She laughed.” I brought home some pizza. Let’s eat.”

Jesse watched as his sister put the pizza on the table and poured them both some tea. She’d lost weight since the night Danny had tried to rape her after the prom. He noticed she acted more like her old self.

To him Christy was beautiful. He stayed gone so much now because he was afraid he’d act on his desire for his 18 year old sister. She was only 5’4″ but with her long curly red hair, green eyes and pale skin she was all he thought about.

The next week was going to be pure hell. Christy looked at her brother, Jesse was staring at her like she wasn’t his sister. After the dreams she’d be having about him that made her curious. Her ataşehir escort sex started feeling a little moist.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to change.” She said as she ran up the stairs. In her room she shut the door. Christy knew her thoughts we jumbled. Could she really try to seduce her own brother? Yes, yes she could. She giggled while stripping off her work clothes.

She grabbed a pair yoga pants then threw on a raggedy old t shirt. Smiling at herself in the mirror she ran back downstairs.

Jesse noticed her state of dress. Damn she wasn’t wearing underwear. There wasn’t any panty lines and her nipples were showing through her shirt. His cock jerked.

Watching him from the corner of her eyes she could see the bulge in Jesse’s jeans. Christy wanted to just tell Jesse what she wanted but she was afraid of rejection. Finding it difficult to sit Jesse grabbed some napkins taking a moment to adjust himself.

While they were eating their Mom called. Their granny was out of surgery and everything was going to be fine. She would however be gone longer than she thought. She knew both of her children were responsible and could take care of themselves and each other.

Ending the call they two finished eating and cleaned the kitchen. Christy went to take a shower while Jesse got the pool table ready. Dressed in a tank top and Daisy Duke’s Christy joined her brother in the basement. avcılar escort

Jesse felt in cock swell as soon as he saw her. Wearing even less clothes than at dinner he knew she was up to something. Acting like he didn’t want to lay her down on the table and give her what she asking for was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

After playing pool and him losing two games out of three they headed back upstairs. They’d decided to watch a movie so while Jesse started the movie Christy got drinks and popcorn.

Wanting her brother to really see her she waited until he sat down then climbed into his lap.

“What the hell are you doing Christy?” Jesse said as she sat on his erection. “I want you Jesse. I’m in love with you. You’re all I can think about. Every night I touch myself wishing it was you.” She told him.

She brought her lips to his, giving him a kiss that left no doubt as to how she felt. Not being able to say no he kissed her back “Are you sure about this ,Sis?” He asked her.

“Oh yes. Make Love to me.” She told him.

Jesse picked his sister up carrying her to his room. As soon as he sat her on the bed he unfastened his jeans and took them off. Christy pulled her shirt over her head and kicked her shorts off.

They came together in a kiss. She could feel Jesse’s penis against her belly. He was hot, hard and big. He had to be at least 8 inches long and ataşehir escort bayan 5 inches around. Jesse pulled away and sucked on a nipple. He gently bit it, she moaned.

He almost came undone. He wanted nothing more than to thrust inside her but he wanted to make this good for her. “I love you Jesse. Please I need you.” She begged.

Christy lay back on Jesse’s bed spreading her legs. Jesse buried his face in her pussy. She tasted like honey, he couldn’t lick her fast enough. Nibbling her clit with his teeth she screamed as she felt her orgasm rush through her.

Sliding up her body Jesse kissed her as he readied himself to enter her. “Are you a virgin?” He asked her. “Yes and no. I have a vibrator but I’ve never been with a guy.” She told him.

Jesse groaned then thrust into her. He buried himself to the hilt. Damn he was inside his sister. “You okay.” He asked. “Yes, please don’t stop.” She begged.

That was all Jesse needed to hear. He could feel her grip him with every stroke. Getting into a rhythm Jesse made love to Christy. She was scratching his back every time he bottomed out inside her.

“I have yes Jesse fuck your little sister. Give me all your come. Come inside me. Make me pregnant. Oh yes this feels amazing.” She was screaming. Good thing they didn’t have neighbors.

All the talk of making her pregnant pushed Jesse over the edge and he began to erupt deep inside his sister. He could feel her shuddering her own orgasm.

Jesse looked down I to his sister’s eyes. “I love you Christy. Do you really want to be pregnant with our child?”

“More than you can ever imagine.” She whispered.

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My girlfriend and I were traveling cross country to her home town for a high school 15th class reunion. We picked up a rental car at the airport and drove to the hotel, where we checked in and found our room. It’s a nice big place with a king size bed and a Jacuzzi that could seat 6 people. Cindy is curvy and voluptuous, with heavy boobs, wide hips and long curly brown hair. She is my plus sized goddess, and I loved to worship every sweet inch of her gorgeous body. She had already been shaving her pubic hair for years before we met, and I made a point to lick her pussy as often as possible. I particularly loved when she would sit on my face during our intense lovemaking sessions, grinding herself onto my lips and tongue until she dripped pussy juices all over me.

Cindy picked up her cellphone and called her best friend Andrea to let her know we arrived safely. She said the two of them had been very close growing up, and since they bore a strong physical resemblance, they were often confused as sisters. Andrea was a widow, as her husband, a local police officer, had been killed in a high speed chase and crash. We had a couple of days before the reunion, so we made plans to meet for dinner the next night at the restaurant downstairs in the hotel.

Andrea found us at 7:00 the next night while we were still waiting to be seated and hugged us both. I could see why people thought they were sisters: physically, they were nearly identical, but Cindy was about an inch taller, and Andrea’s hair was a slightly lighter shade of brown. We got a table about 10 minutes later, and we enjoyed our meals as we all caught up with each other and finished a couple of pitchers of margaritas. Afterwards, we invited Andrea upstairs to continue the conversation.

Cindy and I were on the couch while Andrea sat in a chair facing us as they recalled a rather hilarious incident from high school involving a boy who was peeking in the window while they were having a sleep over at Andrea’s house. They had been playing ataşehir escort a board game in their pajamas when they spotted him and screamed. Andrea’s dad ran out and found him in the back yard, squirming to get his pants back on and trying to get away. I could just imagine the story he tried to give the cops at the station.

Andrea got up to use the bathroom, and while she was in there, Cindy whispered “You should try to put a move on her,” with a wicked smile on her lips.

” Are you serious? ” I asked, looking at her eyes still glazed from the alcohol.

“Yeah, put one of your world famous patented pick up moves on her. I’d like to see you two making out.”

So when I heard the bathroom door opening, I stood up and walked that direction, just a little bit wobbly from the booze and the erection growing in my trousers. When Andrea stopped to check her hair in the mirror, I slid my arms around her waist from behind, then nuzzled my face through her hair and kissed her neck.

“Mmmmmm. That feels nice,” she cooed, ” but won’t your girlfriend have a problem with this? “

“I don’t think she’ll complain. This was her idea, after all.”

” Really? Well did she happen to mention that she gave me my first kiss? Or that my first orgasm was from her fingers? “

“Sounds like I’m already late to the party.”

When I slid my hand up her torso to cup and squeeze her heavy breast, Andrea whimpered softly. My fingers opened the buttons on her shirt, giving me access to grope her boobs through the bra. I felt the nipple get stiff and I squeezed it lightly as I nibbled on her earlobe.

“We should go join Cindy on the couch,” Andrea said “before my legs give out and you have to drag me.”

As we walked to the couch, Andrea slid out her clothes and left a trail across the room. Not to be outdone, I stripped as well, and I was quickly down to my cock tented boxers. Cindy was already topless and sliding off her skirt, revealing some very sexy stockings and garters, and avcılar escort apparently she hadn’t bothered to wear panties. Andrea sat between Cindy and myself, and the three way gropefest was on. My eager hands caressed and massaged Andrea’s hefty bare boobs and my lips teased her nipples while the girls kissed and fingered each other’s pussies. Andrea ‘s other hand massaged my boner through my underwear, and the sight of these gorgeous women making out had it standing at full attention.

Cindy decided to take charge, and instructed me to take off my underwear and lie down on the far side of the bed. I watched as they went to the other side of the bed and she kissed her way down from Andrea’s lips to her tits, taking plenty of time to devour her swollen nipples. Once she’d had enough of the appetizer, she continued her journey south, teasing Andrea’s navel before finding herself facing her trimmed bush.

It was obvious to me that as she kissed and licked Andrea, this was something they had done several times before. Andrea arched her back with pleasure, anxious to meet Cindy’s eager mouth, and she humped Cindy’s face while holding her head in place. Cindy was basically fucking Andrea’s pussy with her tongue and nose, and probably got her chin involved as well. I didn’t dare touch myself, I didn’t want this fun show to end too quickly.

It turns out that Andrea is a loud cummer, and I have no doubt that her moans were heard in the next room, along with the banging of the headboard on the wall. Her orgasm seemed to go on for minutes as she thrashed up and down, tortured her nipples between greedy digits, and squeezed Cindy’s head with her thighs. When she finally untangled her fingers from Cindy’s hair, she stared at the ceiling and breathed like she had just run a marathon. Cindy’s face emerged from that pussy feast grinning and dripping wet, before she looked at me and said, “you’ve been such a good boy, letting us have an early reunion. Are you ready to fuck?”

Seriously?

She ataşehir escort bayan crawled over me and straddled my throbbing cock, impaling herself in one hard stroke. As she rode me, she invited Andrea to sit on my face. She knows how much I love doing that anyway, and now I was going to devour her best friend’s cunt. To be honest, Cindy’s pussy tastes sweeter, but Andrea is so much juicier. She was still dripping from her earlier orgasm, but the honey flow never slowed down, covering my face and soaking the bedding underneath me. The girls were facing each other, kissing and groping as they both used me for their own pleasures.

Andrea squealed and her meaty thighs clamped around my face as my tongue lashing on her over stimulated clit sent her over the edge. That triggered my orgasm as I shot about a quart of hot cream deep into Cindy’s pussy, and then Cindy came hard on my cock, aided by Andrea’s fingers on her own clit.

They collapsed on top of me, and we stayed that way for several minutes as we regained our breathing. Andrea took the lead this time, pushing Cindy on her back and diving face first into her hairless pussy.

She paused a couple of minutes later and “Mmmm. Your pussy tastes even better when it’s full of cum!” before returning to lick Cindy’s naughty puss.

I have to admit, watching her suck my sticky seed from my girlfriend’s cunt was very inspirational, and I was quickly rock hard again. Seeing my condition, Cindy told me, “get the bottle of lube from the bedside table, Andrea always said she loved getting ass fucked. Let’s see if she was serious.”

Not only was she serious, Andrea even reached back with one hand and pulled one plump asscheek aside, revealing that cute brown opening to me. I spread a good amount between those cheeks, and even sank two fingers into her asshole before I coated my cock with more lube. Then I pressed the head against her tight ass and slowly slid in until I was balls deep. As I plowed her ass slowly, she moaned into Cindy’s cunt, which made Cindy moan.

We gave that bed and jacuzzi a workout that night, changing positions and partners several times, and did the same the night after the reunion as well. Who says class reunions have to me lame and boring?

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Heidi stopped at the bathroom door, turned, smiled, put her arms over her head, and stretched. She smiled at Tim, who was watching her avidly, and said, “I thought you were going to take a shower with me.”

Tim took great pleasure in watching her stretch. Had their earlier love-making not been so satisfying – or abundant, her gesture might have made them late r for their dinner reservation but, sated as he was, all he just laid there on the sofa, enjoying the visual delight of seeing her stretch. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he said.

He did get off the sofa and join Heidi in the bathroom. They showered together, teasing and touching. Their shower was a stimulating and sensual experience that was loving yet free of the intense sexuality that had characterized their behavior since they got to the condo.

While Heidi finished drying her hair and putting on her makeup in the bathroom, Tim went out into the bedroom and got dressed. He was sitting on the bed, tying his shoes, when Heidi emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel. She went to her bag, got out a pair of sheer lacy bikinis, then dropped the towel and stepped into them.

Tim gazed at her, startled and delighted by the incredible grace and poise with which she moved. Seeing her scantily clad body made his pulse quicken. Despite that, he remained on the bed, doing nothing more than enjoying the view.

Heidi went to the closet, got out a light peach-colored tank dress, and slipped it on. Tim thought the peach color looked fabulous on her. The dress buttoned all the way down the front and Heidi left the top few buttons open, exposing a considerable amount of her chest. “God, Heidi, you look incredible,” he told her. “That dress is really pretty. I’m not sure I should take you out in public. Someone’s liable to kidnap you and drag you off to be their love slave. And what with me being injured and all, I’m not sure I could stop them.”

Heidi blushed and smiled. “I thought that’s what I did to you,” she said.

“Yeah, I hadn’t thought about it like that, but I guess that’s what you did, isn’t it?” Tim admitted.

Their dinner in the base lodge was marvelous. The food was wonderful, the restaurant elegant and stylish. Both Heidi and Tim found it a quiet, welcome interlude in the time of unending passion they’d been sharing since they reached the condo.

As they walked out of the restaurant, they passed the entrance to the nightclub in the lodge. A band was playing.

“Want to go in for a drink and maybe some dancing?” Tim asked.

Heidi locked her arm in his, snuggled against him, kissed him on the cheek, and said, “Sure.”

They spent a few hours listening to the music and dancing. Tim loved being with Heidi on the dance floor. She moved well and looked so lovely. He saw other men there watching her and giving him envious looks. The other women in the lounge didn’t seem to think much of Heidi, although they kept looking at her. Tim couldn’t blame them. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, either.

They were dancing a slow dance, pressed tightly against one another, moving to their own beat. Heidi kissed Tim softly on the ear and whispered, “Let’s go back to our place.”

“OK,” he replied. He liked the sound of that. “Our place.”

When the song ended, they left the lounge and walked back to their condo. Heidi gave Tim the key, he unlocked the door, and held it open for her as she walked inside.

“Get in bed,” Heidi said when they were inside the condo, and the door was secure behind them. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Tim couldn’t imagine what kind of surprise she might have planned now. Basically, there had been one surprise after ataşehir escort another, ever since he’d been in the hospital. The last one – the trip to the condo – was really something, so he was anxious to find out what wonders the next surprise held in store for him. He went into the master bedroom, stripped off his clothes, and slid under the covers. He propped up the pillows so he could watch Heidi.

She walked to her suitcase, took something out of it, then disappeared into the bathroom. “I’ll be right with you,” she yelled over her shoulder.

“Hurry!” Tim replied. He lay there in the bed, and could hear the rustle of clothing. Something was going on or, more precisely, coming off.

“Tim, turn off the lights,” Heidi called from the bathroom.

Reluctantly, Tim did and the room fell into shadowy darkness. The only light came from the open bathroom door, then that light, too, went off. He heard soft footsteps on the padded carpet and strained to see. He could smell the faint, sweet scent of Heidi’s perfume as she neared the bed.

“OK,” she whispered, “you can turn the light on now.”

The sight that greeted Tim when the light came on jolted him. Heidi had put on the a long white cotton nightgown with ruffled collar. It looked wonderful! It covered her lovely body completely, but just the same, the effect was indescribably erotic. It might have been because he knew what was hidden under the soft white fabric, he didn’t know. All he did know was that he got hard immediately!

“Do you like it?” Heidi asked softly, her heart hammering.

Tim nodded. He couldn’t talk. Gulping wildly, he struggled to get his breath. “Come…here,” he croaked. He knew he sounded a like a frog, but he couldn’t help himself.

Heidi slid under the covers, into his arms. Their lips joined, then parted, and their tongues dueled. It felt to her almost as if they were making love for the first time. “Do you really like it my nightgown?” she whispered as Tim held her tight in his arms. She had bought it to wear on this trip before picking him up at the hospital. It was the first item of clothing she’d purchased specially to wear for Tim.

“I love it!” Tim said. “It is beautiful! You are beautiful!”

Once again, their lips met and passion flared inside them. Heidi pressed against Tim and felt his hands begin to caress her.

Tim began to stroke Heidi’s body through the nightgown and, as he did, he discovered that touching her through the soft cotton added a new and delightful dimension to making love. Caressing her through the nightgown was an incredibly erotic experience. Even though they had made love three times since they arrived at the condo that day, he was once again powerfully aroused.

Tim kissed the soft slope of Heidi’s neck, where it joined her shoulder, then he parted the top of the gown and moved his lips onto her shoulder. While he kissed her, his hands moved over her body, searching, caressing, savoring touching her. He cupped one breast, and could feel the nipple pressing against the soft cotton. He began teasing the nipple with his finger.

“Ohhhhh!!!” Heidi moaned softly. He was, as he’d always been, so incredibly gentle and loving.

Tim kept kissing and fondling Heidi through the nightgown until he absolutely had to have contact with her bare flesh. Sliding under the covers, he tugged up the hem of the gown and began stroking her legs. Then his hand moved onto her abdomen and he heard her song of passion begin. His hand slid between her legs and he cupped her already-damp center. She groaned more fervently and pressed against his hand.

“Yessss!!! Oh, Tim, yessssss!!!” Heidi groaned. He knew exactly avcılar escort what to do to make her feel wonderful!

Tim located Heidi’s clit and rubbed his thumb over it lightly. He slid a finger into her pulsing cavern at the same time.

“Oh, Timmmm!!! Yessss!!! Yessssss!!!” Heidi moaned, her hips surging upward. “Yessss!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!”

While one hand was making Heidi’s hips move more and more purposefully, Tim used his other hand to slide the nightgown up farther, exposing more and more of her lovely form to his avid gaze. He looked at her and couldn’t wait. He had to taste her again! He bent and captured her sex in his mouth. She groaned passionately and her hips began to bounce up and down on the bed, accompanied by her ecstatic cries of delight. Her legs shook, her hands flailed at the bed, and her body seemed to vibrate.

“Ohhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!!” Heidi cried. She couldn’t keep still. Tim was making her feel too good! He had her so turned on she could barely stand it.

Tim could feel passion surging powerfully through Heidi. The quivering of her muscles as she writhed and bucked under his exploring mouth and fingers told him her orgasm was nearing. He felt the walls of her snug cavern begin to contract rhythmically around his intruding finger and knew she was right at the verge of an orgasm.

His need had grown as well. He needed Heidi as desperately as she seemed to need him. He had to have her! He moved his body between her shaking legs, withdrew his hands and mouth from her sex, and plunged his rock-hard cock into her. Ardently, he lunged against her, thrusting deep. When he was buried in her all the way, he began to rotate his hips, grinding his pubic mound against hers.

“Oh, God, Tim!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, Goddddd!!!!!” Heidi cried as she peaked and pure rapture raced through her.

The wild movements of Heidi’s hips and the vibration of her vagina around Tim’s plunging cock took him with her; and for the fourth time that day, his hot essence spewed out of him, filling her, laving her insides. “Unnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!!! Oh, Heidi!!!!” he moaned. His cries mingled with Heidi’s while they shared unbelievable, incredible bliss.

“Yessssss!!!! Darling, yessssss!!!! Yeaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Heidi cried, clutching Tim desperately.

Their passionate struggle continued as they wore each other down, drawing every possible bit of pleasure from their joining.

Finally, Heidi’s body went slack and, except for an occasional involuntary surge of her hips caused by a small jolt of pleasure, she lay still.

Tim looked down at Heidi. Her eyes were closed, her chest rose and fell evenly. Beads of sweat gleamed between her breasts. He withdrew his softening penis from her and rolled to his side, lying full-length beside her. He put his arm around her and, sated, dozed off.

Tim was sure he was dreaming. Someone – he wasn’t sure who – was making love to him and he was responding powerfully. His cock felt as hard as granite. He opened his eyes and saw that Heidi had awakened and was doing the things that had awakened him. Her soft hands moved over his penis, which had stiffened and now jutted from his loins like a throbbing flagpole. He didn’t say anything, or even move. He couldn’t! What she was doing made it hard for him to talk or think!

Heidi realized Tim had awakened and looked up at him. “You don’t mind that I’m doing this, do you?” she asked softly.

“Only…if…if you stop,” Tim gasped.

Heidi’s hand continued to move up and down on his swollen member, sending lightening-bolts of exhilaration through him. She reached between his legs with her other hand, cupped ataşehir escort bayan his testicles, and began gently rolling the swollen nuggets in her warm hand. She loved this! She never knew what a delight it could be to make love to someone. She wanted to make him feel wonderful, as wonderful as he always made her feel!

A quiver went through Tim and his hips humped up off the bed while, slowly, insistently, Heidi continued pumping his stiff prong and fondling his balls. He experienced so much delight he was afraid he was going to explode! He’d never felt anything quite like this in his life! “Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!” he groaned while Heidi continued her wonderful manipulations. He closed his eyes. If he kept watching, he was sure he’d come, and he didn’t want to do that. Not yet, anyhow!

The sight of Heidi – who was still wearing the gorgeous white nightgown – was stupendously erotic all by itself, but then seeing what she was doing to him as well, it was too much! The nightgown made her look a bit virginal, and that, contrasted with the supremely erotic things she was doing with her hands and lips, was much more than the young man could bear. It was better not to watch.

“Unnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!” he groaned when the tip of his erection was engulfed by warmth and wetness. She had taken him in her mouth! The sensations flooding through him made the delights that preceded them pale in comparison. He felt himself building rapidly to an explosive peak.

Heidi’s lovely lips continued to move up and down on him, leaving a trail of tingling nerves behind them. Up and down, exquisitely slowly, up and down, Heidi’s lips continued, turning Tim into a mindless, moaning, pleasure-filled mass of nerves. His hips moved of their own volition, pistoning his erect cock into her oral cavity.

While Tim’s groans of joy grew louder and the movements of his body became more fervent, Heidi continued sucking him and fondling his balls, piling incredible sensations on top of the ones her lips and tongue had already engendered.

“Heidi!! Oh, God, Heidi!!! I…I’m gonna come!!!” Tim groaned, trying to warn her.

Heidi’s reaction surprised and delighted him. He thought she would stop, but she didn’t. Intstead, her head began to rise and fall more rapidly. With a rush of delight, the young man realized she wanted him to come in her mouth!

His hands clawed at the sheets and his hips arched off the bed, driving his cock deeper into Heidi’s mouth. All of his control was gone! He had to come, he had no other choice! “Gahhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” he cried, and exploded into her mouth.

It had taken Heidi a while to work up the courage to do what she was doing to Tim. She wanted very much to have him come in her mouth and thought she was ready for that but, when he actually started coming, fear made her lift her mouth from him and his hot juices began to splash against her face. Then, with a groan, she covered his spitting organ with her mouth, her hand and lips milking him, sucking him, literally wringing him dry. And, to her delight, she was far from being disgusted and instead, was enjoying what she was doing!

Tim’s penis at last began to soften. When it did, Heidi relinquished her hold on it and stretched out next to Tim on the bed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“Do you…do you think what…what I just did was bad?” Heidi whispered once the kiss ended.

“Bad? God, no! That was wonderful!” Tim replied. He hugged her so tight he was afraid he’d hurt her. “Oh, God, Heidi, you can’t imagine how wonderful that felt!”

“I’m glad,” Heidi said softly. She smiled at him tentatively. “I…I really did want to do that for you. I…I never did that before.”

“You were incredible!” Tim said, and kissed her again.

Tim turned out the light and pulled the covers over them. Snuggled together in a loving embrace, they quickly fell asleep.

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