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“Dance with me!” she begged, grabbing my shaking sweaty hands.

She was so good at dancing, and I was so bad. Whenever we went to a club she would tease me about my terrible dance moves. She held my hands, and we slow danced on our grandpa’s shaky wooden dock. The beautiful august night sky reflected all over our grandpa’s secluded lake.

I spun her small body around, and I tried to kiss her on her soft pink lips. It would have a perfect summer night.

“What the fuck?” she nearly yelled, pushing me aside.

She let go of my hands, and pushed me away from her. I stared into her big pretty brown eyes just under her long smooth lashes. He face was white with shock. I turned bright red, I was so screwed. She would never talk to me again. I would be the perverted cousin. This wasn’t like me, I never did this type of thing. I was so scared she would tell her mom or dad.

Ugh, I totally misread her. I didn’t realize she didn’t see me that way. I thought the two of us were so much closer. We spent almost every summer together, ugh. This summer was so much different, we had been going out drinking every night. Instead of staying at her parents, she would stay over and our grandpa’s with me. We would hang out and watch shows all night. It was never physical but it was the closest I ever felt to anyone.

I thought being alone on the dock with her late at night meant she would want to fool around with me. I thought it was our chance to be alone together.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you wouldn’t mind.” I stammered, still red with embarrassment.

She pulled me close and hugged me, pressing her face against mine. Her small striped bikini top pushed against my hairy chest as we stood on the dock holding our hands tightly together.

“You realize we’re cousins?” she said, looking up at my sad green eyes.

She leaned upwards and softly kissed me on my lips. I couldn’t believe it, she was kissing me back. I stopped blushing and we smiled at each other. I could see the full August moon reflecting on her eyes.

I was from a very religious background. Part of the reason I would visit her, was that she was the first woman I had ever seen in a bikini. She was my very first crush. Whenever I’d go back home to Chicago, I’d spent night after thinking about her.

I knew it was sick and twisted. I knew it was wrong to be in love with my cousin. But I was human and she was beautiful. She was by no means a supermodel. But to me she was the most gorgeous woman I ever met.

When we’d go to the beach together I would be able to get a good look at her body. I would peek at her through my sunglasses. I would stare at her cute ass while she tanned in the sun. Her bikini would barely cover her perfect athletic behind.

When she would flip on her back I would peek at her small perfect breasts, hoping to see her little nipples through her bikini top. At night I would close my eyes, and would dream about seeing her small naked body.

She always wore the shortest athletic shorts and the tightest tops. I loved looking at her sexy little butt in her tight athletic shorts while she played competitive tennis. I didn’t care about sports at all, but I’d always go watch her play. I would do anything to see her hot sweaty body moving in the tightest clothes.

I would always get jealous when she brought sexy guys around. Usually it was when went out partying downtown. I hated watching them make out with my cute little cousin. I hated when they Diyarbakır Escort would wrap their perverted hands around her ass and shove their tongue in her mouth. I wanted to fight them off. But what was I going to say?

Here I was on a warm summer evening, gently kissing the person I thought about night after night. Her tongue tasted so good in my mouth. She stopped kissing me, and pulled her pretty face away from mine. I leaned forward and I closed my eyes expecting her thin lips to press against mine again. She teased me over and over again, jokingly pecking at my lips while I tried to lean forward to kiss her. I grabbed the side of her neck under her long curly hair, and pulled her face towards me. I started to nibble gently on her bottom lip. Her pretty smile lit up the night sky. She loved every second of it.

She pushed my body down against the dock and she climbed on top of me. I was doing my very best to hide my raging boner.

As soon as she slid on my waist, she reached down and realized how hard I was. I was sure this would be the end. I was sure she would freak out and swim back to the shore and never talk to her perverted first cousin again. Its one thing we kissed a few times while nobody was looking. It’s another story if she sees how much I’m really into her. Imagine she found out about all the nights I stroked myself up and down, thinking about her hot body.

She reached around her back and undid her striped bikini top. She set it on the dock next to us. Wow! They were so perfect. They were so small and were perfectly round. They were just wanted I dreamt about.

“You like them?” she asked me, squeezing them tight in her tiny hands.

The big smile across my face was the obvious answer. I reached up to touch them but she pushed my hands away. She pinned my hands hard against the dock and jiggled her perfect little breasts across my face. She rubbed her perky nipples all over my eager lips. I tried to lick them but she kept pulling away. What a fucking tease!

She leaned back and slid her little body up and down on me, making me hard as a rock while she played with her pink nipples.

She leaned forward on me, pressing her smooth naked breasts against my hairy chest. Our tongues pressed back and forth in our warm mouths. She leaned up a bit more pushing her breasts in and out of my mouth. I tried to suck on her hard pink nipples but she kept pulling them away.

She was such a little tease! I should have expected that from her. She was always teasing me. She finally let me suck on them, pushing them all the way into my mouth. I nibbled on them until I made her little pink nipples fully hard.

She slid back on me and continued her little strip tease. She held her breasts in her hands while she grinded on my hard throbbing cock.

She reached down and ran her hand up and down on the outside of my swim trunks. She was making my harder and harder. She reached into my swim trunks and gently jerked my hard circumcised cock up and down.

She pulled my bathing suit down. My chubby cock bobbed up with excitement. She pushed her hair over her shoulder, and slowly licked me up and down. I could feel her saliva dripping onto my hairy swollen balls. I reached down to push her pretty little head into me.

She grabbed both my hands and slammed them into the dock. She stopped sucking me off and sat her pretty little ass on my face.

I licked her striped bikini bottom with my Diyarbakır Escort Bayan tongue. I reached up and spread her cheeks apart, licking her a little bit faster as she gagged hard on my cock.

We held our sweaty hands together as she bobbed up and down harder and faster on me. Damn! She was so good at this. She stopped sucking me off for a minute. She pushed her breasts together and rubbed my cock up and down between them.

She stopped pushing my cock between her breasts, and climbed on top of me. I gently grabbed her perfect ass while we made out. I pushed her bikini bottom to the side, and made out with her. I grabbed my hard cock, and rubbed softly against the outside of her pussy.

“Want to fuck me?” She whispered in my ear, kissing me on the side of my neck.

Why would she even ask? My throbbing cock was making it pretty darn obvious. She stood up and slowly pushed her bikini bottom down. I leaned up excited to see her fully naked. She kept pulling them down just enough for me to take a peek. Finally, she pulled them off and stuck them in my mouth. She had such a nice clean shaven pussy.

She sat down on my erect cock and slowly rode me. Her pussy was incredibly warm and wet. She moaned as my thick erect cock went deep inside her. I could feel her hot breath on the side of my neck as the dock gently rocked back and forth underneath us.

I grabbed her ass harder and started to slowly pushing in and out her. Now it was my turn to tease her. I reached down under her ass pulled my cock out of her, slowly pushing it in and out of her over and over again.

Now it was my turn to be the boss. I flipped her over and pinned her body underneath mine.

She moaned as I squeezed her small juicy tits and gently bit her little pink nipples. I pushed my fingers deep in her mouth making her gag. She sensually sucked them only making me so much harder.

She held her legs against her breasts as I pushed my cock in her. I grabbed her legs and plowed into her. Fuck she was enjoying this so much. She thought I was just going to keep going harder in her. Instead, I pulled out of her and teased her up and down with my tongue.

I started slowly licking the outside of her dripping pussy. I pushed her legs wide apart and gently licked her. She spread her legs wider and shoved my head into her legs. I licked her swollen clit back and forth like I was flinging a bean with my tongue. After a few long minutes, her body started shaking everywhere. I could see a small wet spot forming on the dock. I can’t believe I just made my cousin orgasm. Maybe now she won’t be so shy about kissing me.

I would have continued eating her clean shaven pussy, if she hadn’t decided to get on her hands on knees. There was no way I would be able to resist her. She smiled back at me and snuck her ass high in the air. I was the hardest I’d ever been.

I gently spanked her ass a few times. I wasn’t sure she would like it, but her soft moans and beautiful smile cleared that up. I went a bit harder, smacking her ass hard enough that you could hear a small echo across the little lake.

I went behind her and grabbed her waist. Now it was my turn to tease her. I slowly pushed my cock in and out of her.

“Fuck me already.” She begged, pushing her ass into my body.

I went as deep as I possibly could. My cock wasn’t massive, but I knew she could feel its girth.

I pulled her hair back and thrust harder and Escort Diyarbakır harder in her. My body smacked softly against her tiny toned ass. I gently played with her little asshole while sliding in and out of her. I pressed my thumb softly near her asshole, I wasn’t sure she was into that. I decided to continue teasing her tight asshole while I fucked her. I grabbed her sides as tight as I could. I was ready to explode in my hot naked cousin.

She got off me, and looked deep into my eyes. I forgot how pretty she was.

“Sit at the edge of the dock.” She said, grabbing my hand tightly.

I sat on the edge of the dock. My feet dangled in the warm lake. My chubby cock pointed up between my hairy legs. She leaned over and gave me a quick blow job, bobbing her curly hair up and down between my legs. She looked up at me at smiled. I could see a long string of pre-cum dangling from her lips.

She kept smiling at me, and slowly squatted on my hard cock. I held her backside as she slowly rode me up and down. I reached down and grabbed her ass as she my hard cock faster and faster.

She moaned loudly as her little ass pushed hard into my lap. She gave me a massive hickey and my cock grew bigger inside her. I could feel her drip all over my balls as she slammed into my open lap. Her tiny arms wrapped around my neck and she smiled at me. She stopped for a second and shook like crazy, wrapping her arms tight around my back and digging her nails into my back.

I quickly pulled my cock out of her, now it was my turn. I stood up on the dock and quickly jerked my cock up and down, shooting my load all over her face and curly hair. Just as I finished jerking my load on her face, we both fell off the dock into the warm lake. We quickly grabbed our wet clothing and threw it back on the dock.

We jokingly splashed each other in the water. It wasn’t long before we ended up with our arms wrapped around each other underwater.

I wrapped my arms around her naked body, and kissed her again. I pulled her wet naked body close to me underwater. Her beautiful wet hair glistened under the august night sky as she wrapped her legs around my body. It was the most romantic kiss I ever had.

She let go of me and climbed the ladder to the dock, she smiled back at me. I stared at her small beautiful body going up the ladder. He long wet hair dropped down on her back, just touching her cute little behind. To me, she was a five foot goddess.

“Are you just going to stare all night?” She said, smiling back at me.

Well, I would have, but I could only tread water for so long. I climbed up the dock and we lay on our backs to dry off. We held hands and kissed each other, admiring the starry night sky above our wet naked bodies.

It was almost morning. We knew grandpa would be up early. We didn’t want him to know we out all night having sex on his dock. We swam back to shore and quietly went into the house, doing are best not to make any noise.

Grandpa woke us up way too early. His mind was slowly slipping away and he would usually make breakfast twice.

I watched my cousin slowly drink her orange juice. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra under her tight white shirt. She knew her little nipples were poking out at me. Her leg slid under the table, and she used her big left toe to tease my cock.

Grandpa sat down and joined us at the breakfast table. I tried to concentrate on eating my breakfast but I was getting harder and harder.

“I saw you guys having a great time last night.” Grandpa said, smiling ear to ear.

I turned bright red. I remembered I bought him a pair of night vision binoculars for his birthday. We had to find a way to get grandpa quiet. My cousin took off her shirt and sat in grandpa’s lap, she had an idea.

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The Lancaster Twins

All characters are at least 18 years of age.

The twins Jennifer and Jackson Lancaster had just turned 18. They lived on a farm and had always been close – but, of course, not in a sexual way! – being relatively isolated and having no other siblings, they were best friends, besides being brother and sister. Being twins, they had that “mystique” that lots of twins have – they seemed to be able to read each other’s thoughts at times. For instance, Jennifer had been in a minor auto accident once and Jackson, several miles away, sensed that something was wrong. These kinds of things happened frequently. The twins didn’t think much about it, assuming this was just a natural phenomenon.

The twins’ parents, Tom and Shana, were very proud of the teenagers. They owned a two hundred acre beef cattle farm and the twins had always been willing to pitch in to make sure all the chores were done. Tom worked full time on the farm and Shana taught English at the local high school. It was difficult to get all the farm work done and they wondered how they would make it once the twins went off to college.

Jennifer (called Jenny or Jen by those close to her) and Jackson (called Jack or Jackie by his close acquaintances) had been straight A students at the local high school from which they had just graduated. They had celebrated their 18th birthday a couple of months before graduation. Now it was summer. No school, but plenty of farm work.

Jackson was well over 6 feet tall and weighed nearly 200 pounds. He had sandy, brown hair, brown eyes, and had a nice, lean physique. His chest, arms, and legs were well-muscled from working on the farm. He was well-tanned from working outside, but had a naturally dark complexion. He was extremely handsome and was very popular with the girls at school. He was fairly shy, however, and hadn’t been on many dates. Their parents had always taken them to church and when Tom had had “the sex talk” with Jackson, he had told him that it was better “morally” not to have sex before marriage, but that it wasn’t a mortal sin that would send you to hell on a bobsled. Still, it could cause all kinds of problems, particularly if it resulted in pregnancy. Tom was very clear that whether to have sex was Jackson’s decision, but that he must act responsibly, no matter what. Jackson bought into whatever his father said. He admired his dad for the fair way he had always treated them and the way he approached life’s problems.

Jennifer was gorgeous, one of the prettiest girls in the entire county, but she was painfully shy. She was tall, 5-11, with shoulder length dark brown hair, which she usually kept in a pony tail, brown eyes, with a dark complexion, long, strong, yet slender and shapely legs and magnificent breasts, 32-C, which she had inherited from her mother. Her slender body made her breasts look even bigger. Boys, and men, couldn’t help but stare, if she ever wore anything that showed any hint of how sexy her young body was. Jennifer knew that boys found her attractive. They were constantly asking her out, but she wouldn’t go. She was so introverted that she had actually been referred to the school counselor. She had few friends and the ones that she did have were, like her, known as nerds. When she went to school, or anywhere in public, she wore clothes that would detract from her shapely body, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She sometimes wore glasses, though she didn’t need them, to make her look more studious, hoping to avoid attention, particularly from boys.

It wasn’t that Jennifer wasn’t attracted to boys. She was, and she had the same normal sexual urges that teenage girls have. She masturbated, but not frequently. She liked to put it off, thinking of it as a special treat to herself. She liked her body and was, secretly, proud of it. She knew that one day, in the distant future, that she would meet a man, fall in love with him and present her luscious, virginal body, to him. That was the ideal that she had been taught, and it was her plan. She often examined herself in the mirror, admiring her large, perfect breasts. Despite their size, they had no sag, whatsoever. Her pink nipples pointed upward at an angle, as if they were small antennae. She had seen her mother’s on a few occasions and even in her late 30’s, Shana’s breasts still did not sag, and her nipples looked as if they could cut glass. Jennifer imagined how her Dad must love playing with them and whatever else men did with women’s breasts. It made her blush to think about it, but it still excited her and often was fodder for masturbation. Her mom had talked to Jennifer about sex many times and had told Jennifer that masturbation was normal and healthy and that, if she did it, she should not feel guilty – that it was far better than having sex, which could lead to all kinds of problems. Despite her bashfulness and puritanical outlook on life, Jennifer rarely felt guilty when she masturbated – Didim Escort and that was only when forbidden thoughts of her twin brother or her father entered her mind. She tried not to think about such things, but sometimes she couldn’t help it and those times led to her best orgasms.

Jennifer’s and Jackson’s father, Tom, was a quarter Cherokee. His skin was a reddish-brown hue and his hair and eyes were very black. He had worked on the farm all his life and was muscular in a natural way. He was very handsome; he was smart; he was kind; and he was well-respected. He was a Deacon at church and was widely respected in the community. His wife, Shana, and his children, honored and adored him.

Once, only a few days previously, she had been in the hay loft moving some hay bales around to clean out a spot to put newer bales. She heard someone in the lower level of the barn and had kneeled down, peeking through a crack in the loft flooring to see who it was. To her shock, it was her Dad, taking a leak. She could clearly see his penis, which to her eyes, looked immense. She knew she should not continue to look, but she couldn’t stop, even though she was practically paralyzed with fear that he might see her. When he had finished and had walked outside, she realized that her panties were wet and that she was extremely turned on. She pulled her shorts and panties down and, laying on the hay, masturbated thinking about what she had just seen. That was the penis that had shot sperm into her mother’s sexy young body and fertilized the eggs that resulted in her, Jennifer, and her fraternal twin brother Jackson. For whatever reason, that thought set her young body on fire. From that point on, that thought, or the thought of what her Dad’s cock (it was so naughty to think of that word!) looked like. She liked to imagine what her mother did with that cock (there that naughty word was again!). She hoped to have other occasions to spy on her well-hung father.

Their mother, Shana, was a statuesque blue-eyed blonde. She still had the figure of a young woman, with large, D-cup breasts and a small waist. She was tall and had played basketball in high school, as Jennifer did. She was still a head turner, no matter where she went. Even her male students thought she was hot and many had flirted with her, even propositioned her, down through the years. Shana had had many opportunities to cheat on her husband, and had been tempted, but she loved her family and wasn’t about to put her family and lifestyle at risk for sex.

Jackson was in love with his sister. He knew it was wrong, but he could not help himself. Not only had they shared everything all their lives and were best friends, but when they had reached near-adulthood, everything had changed. He started having urges that he had never had before. Of course he knew what they were. He and Dad had talked about it. They taught sex education at school, too. But his sister was suddenly a goddess to him. He had always known she was pretty, but now she had developed. She wasn’t flat-chested anymore. Her boobs were fairly large for an eighteen year old girl and he could not keep his eyes off of them. Her legs developed curves. Her waist was skinny, but her hips and chest flared. Her face was absolutely gorgeous. He longed to kiss her like they used to when they played “house” as small children.

Jennifer was careful, in public, to never wear clothing that enhanced or accentuated her body. Blouses and dresses that she wore never revealed cleavage and were not tight. She still looked attractive, but she never wanted to dress “slutty” as some of her acquaintances did. At home, she had to be more practical. Her shirts and shorts were often tight-fitting and sometimes her shorts tended to be very short. Her mother had been known to insist that she get rid of some older shorts because she had outgrown them. Still, she didn’t feel that she had to dress as conservatively around her family. She had to work on the farm, so she usually wore denim, cut-off shorts or basketball shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Sometimes, on a hot day, she would tie the lower portion of her shirt into a knot, revealing her flat, tanned stomach. She was unaware of how her brother and even her Dad noticed her naturally sexy body.

She and Jack had large bedrooms, upstairs in the big farm house. Both bedrooms had a door leading into the bathroom that they shared. There were locks on both sides of both doors. From the time Jennifer started developing, she knew that she should never allow her brother to see her naked. Still, he was her twin, and she felt no shame if he saw her when she was dressed for bed, or even in various stages of undress in front of him as they shared the bathroom. She always wore an old tee shirt, one that Jackson or her dad had discarded, and panties to bed. Because she was well-endowed, the tee shirt usually barely came below her panties when she was standing. On occasion, Jackson could Didim Escort Bayan catch a glimpse of the bottom of her panties when she was brushing her teeth. She also sometimes did her hair or put on her makeup, dressed only in a bra, from the waist up. The sight of his sister’s wealth of cleavage was enough to make Jackson’s young cock harden. She was aware that Jackson found her attractive, but she had no idea how he lusted for her young body. It would have shocked her to know how he looked forward to seeing her in various stages of undress. Of course she locked the door if she were going to be naked or taking a shower.

Jackson respected his sister’s privacy. As tempting as it was to try to spy on her, to see more of her luscious body, he didn’t do so. He didn’t, however, bother to lock the door that led from the bathroom into her room when he showered. He knew that she wouldn’t come in if she heard the water running unless she needed to use the bathroom. The shower door was translucent, so she couldn’t have seen anything anyway; but he wasn’t as hung up on modesty as she was.

Just about any interaction with Jen (as he called her) made Jackson horny. He would lock both doors into his room, take his pants down and play with his very impressive young cock. He was very proud of how it had grown over the years. By the time he was 18, at last measurement, it was almost 9 inches long and was thicker than most boys he had noticed in the showers at school. He was no exhibitionist, but he knew he had nothing of which to be ashamed. Even the black boys didn’t appear to be hung any better than him – and most of them were smaller. He would imagine his sister naked, or even doing something sexual with him, and would shoot long ropes of white-hot cum high into the air over his bed. He was very proud of how far he could shoot his cum and how much of it there was. He imagined his sister watching him, or even helping him. He was also proud of how many times he could masturbate. Unlike his sister, who tried to go as long as she could without masturbating, he did it every time the notion struck him. His record was 8 times in one day, but he went a couple of days after that without doing it at all. He had been trying for ten.

Jackson and Jennifer had a tiny secret. It was not something that they really mentioned to their parents, or even talked about with each other. If there was spare time between chores and other activities, the twins liked to take walks together. There was about 30 acres of woods on their farm, through which a creek ran. It had never been cleared to grow crops because of the numerous flat rocks throughout the area. It was fairly useless land except to allow cattle to roam and eat whatever vegetation was available. The twins had always loved playing hide and seek in these woods. There was a steep hill that was ideal for hiking. The many times that they had climbed the hill had aided in developing the muscles in their strong, tanned legs.

The secret was what they called “our place”. They never mentioned it to anyone but each other. It was a “twin” thing, they agreed, to rationalize what might be considered the inordinate amount of time they liked to be together, by themselves. To get to this location required them to crest the steep hill and descend the opposite side down to a thicket, through which the creek ran. There was a large, flat rock in the creek. By wading a few feet, the twins could sit on the rock and dangle their feet into the crisp, cold water. It was totally hidden. Even if someone were to be in the area, which was doubtful because of its relative inaccessibility, they would be heard by the twins. This was what the twins called “our place”. When one of them had a problem, whether minor or major, he or she would suggest, “Let’s walk to our place” and the other would oblige. They would walk the path from the house, then, when out of sight, would often hold hands. They would talk over whatever problem was bothering them as they walked or as they sat at their place, their feet dangling in the cold water. It felt intimate, even though they would not have used that word.

A ritual had begun to develop through their teen years whenever the twins visited their special place. Neither of the twins could say for sure how it began, but it involved Jennifer sitting on the rock, Jackson behind her, his legs splayed around her, massaging her shoulders. Jackson loved it because it was an excuse to be physically close to his sister, her perfect ass between his legs and his hands rubbing her back and shoulders. Jennifer always seemed to enjoy it and would sometimes make little mewls of pleasure when he massaged her shoulders. These sounds Jackson would hold in his memory for his masturbation sessions. Their visits to their special place often fueled his fantasies as he jerked himself off, then lay kissing his pillow, pretending it was his sister.

As these rituals evolved over Escort Didim time, Jackson’s hands began to roam over more of her luscious body than just her back and shoulders. By the time the twins were out of high school, Jackson would rub her shoulders, her back, and then one hand would sneak around her and rub her tummy through her shirt. Jennifer liked this, especially when it was her time of the month and her tummy would hurt. She even allowed him to raise her shirt and rest his big hand on her tummy. It felt so good and she felt safe with her brother. She loved the way he took care of her.

Then one day, as he had fantasized doing for months, Jackson moved his hands surreptitiously from Jennifer’s lower back, along her sides, and to the sides of her breasts. For the first time ever, alarm bells went off in Jennifer’s mind. What was he doing? Was her brother actually trying to touch her breasts? This could not be allowed! Could it? His hands were simultaneously rubbing the very sides and back of her bra-encased boobs. Nobody had ever touched her breasts. What would it feel like? Could she allow him to do more? Perhaps she’d just wait and see what he was up to.

Jackson’s hands, almost imperceptibly, moved forward. He could feel her bra through the cloth of the tee shirt that she wore. He knew that he was not really feeling of her breasts – that there was a lot of material between his sneaky fingers and her actual tit-flesh – but still, this was extremely arousing to be this close to his gorgeous sister’s lovely breasts.

As his hands made their slow progress around the sides of her breasts, Jennifer no longer had any doubt what he was doing. ‘It’s just curiosity,’ she thought. ‘He is no more experienced than me. Should I let him feel of them?’ She was very nervous and uncomfortable with what he was doing, but she was also curious. His hands were now very close to encasing her breasts in his palms. Then he did it. He grasped them, his hands now squeezing, ever so lightly, his sister’s breasts, albeit through the cloth of a tee shirt and a bra.

She immediately pulled his hands off of her and said, vehemently, “No, Jack! I’m your sister. Don’t do that!” She jumped off the rock and stood in the shallow water.

Jackson was unprepared for her outburst. She had rarely ever raised her voice in anger to him; he never wanted to do anything that displeased her. “I’m sorry, Jen. I am. I just got carried away,” he said. He looked down, his feelings hurt a bit.

Jennifer took his hands in hers and smiled. “Let’s go back. We have chores before supper.”

That, however, wasn’t the end of it. This new ritual took on a life of its own, with its own unspoken rules. Jennifer soon came to anticipate this new element of their “walks”, as they called them, euphemistically. At first she dreaded it and tried to think of ways to tell him that he was to never touch her that way. But the truth was that it felt amazing. Even though she never allowed him to just sit and massage them, even a short squeeze sent electric impulses of pure pleasure through her body. She knew that every guy wanted to feel of her boobs – that was just natural – but she imagined that if she went on a date and a guy did that, it meant that he expected more, and she just was not ready for that at all. She knew that her brother was safe. He didn’t expect anything from her. She was in control. He wasn’t forcing her into anything and he never whined or complained when she (reluctantly, she had to admit to herself) took his hands and held them in her lap, telling him “no” in this silent, loving way.

Now the twins were out of high school. They loved summer because they could take frequent “walks” between chores. One day, Jennifer had been working in the garden, gathering tomatoes, cucumbers, and squash. She had a washtub full of fresh veggies that she sat on the back porch. She knew her mother would make her get cleaned up later and go with her to distribute to people in the neighborhood who didn’t have a garden. This was something she loved to do, so she looked forward to it. Jackson had been bush-hogging an area that was overgrown near the back of the place. The tractor had broken down and he had managed to fix it, getting himself quite greasy and dirty. He was washing up at the faucet behind the house when Jennifer sat the veggies on the back porch.

As he bent over the faucet, shirtless, washing his hands with the bar of Lava soap that they always kept there, she admired his physique. His chest was so well-developed and she loved the way his pectoral muscles and his abs were so well-defined. She really loved the way her brother looked. Sometimes, when he was shaving in the bathroom, with no shirt on, she watched from her bedroom, where she could see his reflection in the mirror.

He dried his hands and, turning, saw her smiling at him. “Hey, Jen. You pick all that?”

“Yeah. You’re all greasy, Bro. You need a shower. You stink!” She pinched her nose, although she was just kidding. He neither looked, nor smelled dirty now.

“I’ll take one later. Dad and I have to castrate some calves later. No need of wasting two showers, right? he grinned. “Hey, we have time to take a walk. Wanna go?”

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Anthony arrived at school the next day with a heavy heart. His friends were quick to tell him about the site and before he knew it dozens of DMs were flying his way telling him the same. His mom had become a meme at this point. Her stunned face in pain as Jake mounted her from behind had been plastered all over Anthony’s feed. He arrived at school and went to his locker as he always had, opening it to only be met with a flood of printed images of his mom’s face covered in cum and nude selfies she had sent Jake. The worst part of this was not that everyone was laughing or that he had to gather all the lewd images of his mom, the worst of it was he couldn’t even say for sure who gave him the pictures.

Every class Anthony attended, images of his mom were air dropped to the class. Anthony wondered if Jake was truly that popular enough to have everyone’s number. The answer came when another image was air dropped. “KIM THE MILF” was on the main page as a series of nudes and sex tapes were uploaded all for different prices ranging from five to fifty dollars, and from how many pictures of his mom Anthony had seen, Jake must have been saving these up.

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Anthony took a quick visit to the bathroom and was met with the harsh smell of weed pouring out of it. Jake was surrounded by his friends as he was eager to show him the amount of money he had made from the website. Anthony froze like a deer in headlights until Jake saw him and smiled at him. Blood rushed to Anthony’s ears as anger overtook him. Clenching his fist tight Anthony tried to leave but Jake was quick to shout “You enjoying the attention?”

Anthony stayed quiet and tried to bite his tongue, but Jake pressed on. “You see the website yet? Been working on it for a couple months with the help of one of your buddies.” This came as a bombshell for Anthony, he knew his friends were into his mom, there wasn’t many guys in his life that weren’t but to know one of them would help the man he hated was devastating.

“Who?” Anthony choked out as tears welled up in his eyes. “That’s for you to find out.” He said smiling and giving Anthony a lamented business card. “KIM THE MILF” in bold font and the website URL underneath. On the back was a promo for fifteen percent off Kim’s panties. Anthony threw a punch at Jake but missed horribly. Being pushed to the ground by Jake, his friends quickly joined in and beat him on the dirty bathroom floor. Laughing as they tossed what was left of the blunt at Anthony’s nearly unconscious body as they left Anthony crying on the floor.

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Some time had passed and Anthony found himself in a daze at lunch sitting amongst his so called friends. He didn’t know who it was but one of these childhood friends had actively helped their Didim Escort bully make money off of fucking his own mom. He felt sick and angry but didn’t know who to aim it at.

His silence was broken when Lily spoke quietly to Anthony. “Are you okay?” She asked concerned with his sullen look. Anthony looked at her and shook his head as he held back more tears. “I heard about the website. I’m really sorry” she reached her hand out and placed it on his. Anthony felt a glimmer of hope, he had been in love with Lily since the day they met in Elementary but that thought was short lived and destroyed as he recalled the previous nights encounter with her. Knowing that she was sleeping with one of Jake’s friends had complicated the feelings he had for her. “Do you want to come over?” She asked softly, clearly just to him. He nodded quietly knowing if he spoke he would finally break down. “Be over at seven then” she said as she let him sit with the hope that maybe what he saw was all a misunderstanding.

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Finally the school day had ended as Anthony was quick to rush out of the school and to the street where he would find his mom waiting for her as she always does. He spotted her SUV in the distance and broke into a light jog to get away as quickly but inconspicuously as possible. If his heart could drop any more this day it would have been in his balls as he saw Jake sitting in the passenger seat laughing with Kim. Anthony knew there was no running from this. As much as he subconsciously ignored this problem it had grown too much to ever go back. People were laughing and pointing as Kim was so into Jake and what he was saying.

Jake looked over at Anthony and smiled smugly, “hey buddy!” He said in a loud enough voice that people passing by were sure to hear. “What are you doing?” Anthony said meekly. Kim was dumb but not dumb enough to miss the awkward tension.

“Anthony that’s no way to speak to your friend.” Kim said defending Jake.

“He’s no-“

“Oh that’s just the way we are with each other. We love our sarcasm.” Jake said playfully but stared daggers at Anthony.

Anthony felt a chill ride up his spine. He knew what Jake was like when he was annoyed but to piss him off, he was a cruel monster and Anthony didn’t want the school and his mom seeing him get beaten within an inch of his life. “Sweetie Jake’s coming over for dinner, remember?” She asked genuinely confused with Jake quick to stop the awkward silence. “You know Anthony, he’s been stressed with school so he just forgot. Come on champ get in.”

Anthony swallowed his pride and got in the backseat with Kim and Jake in the front. He could do nothing as Jake made his way into his life. Suddenly a thought popped into Anthony’s head. “Does dad Didim Escort Bayan know about dinner?” Kim tensed up and the dread of knowing she was cheating came back into her head. “No this is about you not me sweetie. Jake’s your friend and you’ve never invited him over” Kim was quick to buy into her own lies. “Thank you for the invitation Ant” Jake said and smiled at him. “No thank you for being such a good friend to Anthony, he’s been through a lot lately and I’m glad he has such a good role model in you.”

Kim went on to talk about all of Jake’s accomplishments until they finally arrived home.

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Jake took Anthony upstairs as he laid in his bed with his dirty shoes still on. “So this is what’s going to happen, you’re going to excuse yourself from dinner early so I can plow your mom in the living room.” He said throwing his hands behind his head. “Actually,” Anthony said “Lily invited me over.” Jake couldn’t help but smile a bit when her name was mentioned, pissing Anthony off. “I know how much you enjoy watching your mom get her guts rearranged by me” he said bluntly. Anthony stuttered and turned red “N-no I don’t.” Jake laughed and pulled up a video of Anthony jerking off to the videos he left on his computer. Anthony felt like throwing up. “Look man I don’t give a fuck about that, I like an audience, but you tell your mom anything about the website or that you know, I post this on the front page.” Anthony knew he was fucked.

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Anthony was hiding in his room as he heard giggling and laughing from Kim downstairs until finally Jake opened the door to tell him that dinner was ready. His hair disheveled and lipstick on his face and neck. Kim was showing a lot of cleavage, her dress ending inches from her ass, and heels to complete the outfit. Anthony ate in silence as he was held hostage and forced to watch Kim and Jake’s date. He flirted heavily with her and she did little to stop him. Blushing intensely as Anthony struggled to eat while feeling sick to his stomach. He checked his phone and saw it was fifteen to seven. “Mom I know this is last second but I have to help Lily with this project.” Kim snapped out of Jake’s trance, looking surprised to see Anthony, as if she had forgotten he had even existed. “Sweetie it’s late are you sure?” Anthony nodded, he had made his choice. Let Jake plow his mom all over the house with the hope that he’d do the same to Lily. He had lost his mom and knew he was losing Lily so tonight was the night he’d tell Lily he loved her.

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“Please text me when you get there and when you’re leaving.” Kim said as Jake stood by her side watching Anthony ride off on his bike. Anthony felt anger as he heard Jake Escort Didim loudly slap Kim’s ass as the door was closed. Anthony rode and rode as hard as he could, his heart racing as he got to Lily’s. Her parent’s car was gone but a car he didn’t recognize was there.

“I’m here.” Anthony texted. Five minutes had passed as Lily finally responded. “Go to the backyard.” Anthony was confused and did as he was told. He heard it before he even got to see it. Lily’s soft and passionate moans. He knew what he would see before he even looked. It was Dylan again, behind Lily as she desperately held onto to the hot tub wall. Dylan was roughly fucking her from behind as Anthony stood there. His heart, already broken, had somehow broken even more that night. The whole backyard reeked of weed as Lily’s eyes were red and watery. “I’m sorry,” she said with true remorse as Anthony’s mouth flapped open and closed not knowing what to say. “Shut the fuck up.” Dylan said aggressively as he pushed his thumb into her ass making her scream and her eyes open wide.

“She came to me. Does that make it better or worse?” Dylan said smugly as he slammed into Lily harder and harder, the hot tub water turning into small waves only being drowned out by Lily’s screams. Anthony was so hard and felt degusted with himself but watched anyways until Dylan slammed one last time inside her making her yelp and finally collapse on the hot tub wall.

Dylan reach under the water and tossed the used condom at Anthony hitting his face as he recoiled badly. It was perfect timing as Anthony felt himself finish in his pants from hearing Lily orgasm. Dylan laughed loudly as he saw the wet stain in his pants.

Pulling his boxers up he chased Anthony to the front yard where he pushed him over before he could get on his bike and escape. Laying on the hard asphalt Anthony looked up at Dylan towering over him. “She helped Jake make the website by the way.” Dylan laughed and spat at Anthony then proceeded to slash his tires.

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Dragging his bike back into the garage Anthony could already hear Kim screaming as Jake was fucking her harder than ever before. Anthony felt terrified to know he would have to rush up to his room but that feeling became worse as he couldn’t find his keys. He must have left them inside. Walking with shame to the front door he knocked. Nothing. He knocked again. Nothing again. He knocked and knocked but he knew Kim’s moaning drowned it out. Anthony went to the backyard to try the door with no luck. Instead he could only peek through the blinds to see Jake fucking his Mom on the dinner table his family had shared so many meals with each other at. Kim’s ass was jiggling and Jake was roughly pulling her hair as she cried his name out in ecstasy.

Anthony shamelessly jerked off in his backyard as he watched his bully plow his mom on their family table. Anthony came so fast as Jake didn’t seem to ever slow. Laying in the garden bed Anthony slowly fell asleep to the sound of Jake plowing his mom as he slept outside.

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A few introductory words.

This story is just a product of my imagination. It includes sexual acts by young people and between siblings. If you are not interested in these topics or even find them offensive, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for reading my little introduction and wish you a nice day.

You are still there, good, then we can start right away!

I’ve read a lot of stories at Literotica, many I liked, others not so much and some I thought I could do better. Here’s my attempt.

Just so much in advance: Both the plot, the people and the small village are fictitious.

When I was looking for a background story, I saw reports about the winter of 78/79 in Germany and there it was! I let my protagonists get snowed-in and see how things develop. If you want to know more about this winter, then I recommend you look for the following documentary on Youtube: “Als der Norden im Schnee versank” by NDR. This documentation is in German, but the automatically translated subtitles are acceptable. And if you want to have the right soundtrack in your ear while reading, there are enough radio stations on the Internet that specialize in the music of the 70’s.

The only parallels to my real life is that I have a younger sister, who I am on good terms with. But not as intimately as in the story. So many things from everyday life could have happened back then. And that I experienced the disaster winter as a child (and not as a teenager), but in a part of northern Germany that was only slightly affected.

I have tried to be as accurate as possible with the ‘historical facts’, surrounding the subject of weather events, which form the framework of the story. Also the “stage design”, i.e. everything to do with the topics of living, clothing, leisure, music and technology. Because back then there were neither mobile phones nor private computers. CD/DVD, Amazon or Netflix were science fiction until now. Anyone who didn’t find anything suitable at the 3 TV-channels went to the cinema or rented a movie from the emerging video stores for the video recorders that only appeared a few years ago. So, if anyone is fumbling around with a cell phone or a sonic screwdriver, look out for the blue police emergency call box…

The figures are made up of many people. I took character and physical traits from people both from my environment and from movies and books, and I came up with quite a few things, mixed the whole thing vigorously and integrated it into the storyline.

If anyone recognizes themselves anyway, this is an absolute coincidence and not intentional. As I said, I mixed things up and invented the names for them.

For all my German readers, I’m currently writing the sequel. But since all of this happens alongside the regular work, I have to ask you for a little patience.

For my English speaking readers:

This is the translation of my German story “(K)ein Katastrophenwinter”, which I published on November 7th, 2022 at Literotica.

A very big thank you goes to ChiefHal, ​​who put the finishing touches on the story as the editor. I hope we can work together again after I’ve finished writing the sequel.

Thank you very much and “Gott vergelt’s!”

Since I translated this story from German and it takes place in Northern Germany, there are of course some specific (Northern) German terms. I have briefly explained these for you in brackets (example). For those of you who would like to know more about it, I have added further information at the end of the story.

Oh, and one more request:

We authors do not get any money for our stories, our only reward is your ratings and comments.

Therefore, I would be happy if you rate the story briefly at the end (1 to 5 stars).

And every comment helps me to better understand my readers and their wishes. This allows me to try to write the following stories even better for you.

But now enough of the few introductory words, which have become a few more,

“Lights off – Whoom – Spot on…” (this is from a German TV-Music-Show out of this Time, called DISCO)

Prologue

The disastrous-winter! In almost everyone who experienced it, these words awaken bad thoughts of the winter of 1978/1979, which raged in large parts of northern and eastern Germany, brought many things to a standstill and unfortunately also claimed lives.

For myself, however, these days are associated with pleasant memories. And now, in the autumn of my life, I look back on it with fondness. And the time has come to talk about it.

May I introduce myself to you?

My name is Felix and I was 19 years old this winter, almost 20. I lived with my parents and my sister Katie, who was 18 at the time, on an old farmstead in the north of Schleswig-Holstein.

We were actually a completely normal family. Dad went to work during the week and to football on Saturdays, and mother was a housewife Didim Escort through and through. Katie and I went to school. The only thing that was unusual was my parent’s wish for village life. That’s why they bought the old farmstead outside a small village when I was 9 years old.

Well, they weren’t the kind of ‘environmental movement people’ that people liked to laugh at. No animals were kept, but the garden should not only be a safe playground for us, it also provided fruits and vegetables.

Katie and I were a pair of siblings, as there are probably anywhere in the world. We played together, we bickered, we got along again. Until we moved to the farm, we shared a room in the small city apartment, we bathed together – at least when we were children. We rode our bikes to the village school together and generally spent a lot of time together or with friends.

Time went on, children became teenagers. But we still did a lot together. There were also things that separated, but which also awakened curiosity. I’ve tried to peek at Katie through the keyhole in the bathroom door many times. And I sometimes had the suspicion that she was standing in front of the door when I was taking a shower.

We listened to music together, read Bravo (a well-known youth-magazine in Germany [1]) and in the summer we liked to go to the small lake in the forest behind our farm. Often accompanied by friends, including her friend Anja, a sweet little thing, also 18, but that’s a story for another day. There were also days when we had the lake all to ourselves. But apart from swimming and lying in the sun to music from NDR2 (Radio-Station North German Broadcast [2]), not much happened. Each of us tried, more or less discreetly, to see a little more about the other than they wanted to reveal.

As I said, a pair of siblings that you could probably find almost anywhere at the time.

Well, and then came December 1978, which was to change everything. It started out with nothing special. Advent, the pre-Christmas period, so far – so good. But there was one special feature. After Christmas, our parents wanted to visit relatives in Bavaria for New Year’s Eve, and we really didn’t want to go. If only they would live in Munich! New Year’s Eve in the big city would certainly be awesome, but not in a small Bavarian village. We already had village life and village parties at home.

And we had indeed received permission to stay at home. Because almost nine hours of driving with nagging teenagers in the back seat probably didn’t appeal to our parents either.

“You’re old enough to get by on your own for a few days, and you won’t kill yourselves!” My mom commented, dad just said “Don’t break anything, no wild parties, and keep your hands off the tractor!” Yes, his old Deutz tractor (a German tractor company [3]), which he liked to work on as a hobby was his ‘sanctuary’. But then there was even the “official approval” to invite a friend or girlfriend to New Year’s Eve or to go to the community house to celebrate.

The physical well-being was also taken care of, in addition to the full pantry, our mother wanted to pre-cook and freeze food for us.

Christmas came and went, with the food, presents, the tree, the cards, and the candles. Traditional, some say, others say cheesy.

Wednesday 12/27/1978

And on December 27, the car rolled out of the yard at five past seven in the morning after our parents listened to traffic news on the Radio.

We were home alone! And what did we do? Actually nothing special. Back to bed first – after all, it was vacation time. Then eat lunch at some point, switching to NDR2 on mom’s Radio. None of us were in the mood for old German hits. Afterwards Anja came to visit Katie. I retired to my room and spent the afternoon reading Perry Rhodan (for the younger ones among you, a science fiction series in book form).

Later the three of us met for dinner in the kitchen, then we wanted to watch a video in the living room. Anja wanted to spend the night with Katie because she too was about to go away with her parents for the holidays. Oh yes, while we were still eating, our parents called by 7 p.m. to let us know that they had arrived safely at their destination.

While we were still thinking about which movie to watch, I saw there was another cassette in the VCR. It was an unlabelled cassette that I did not recognize. Our parents must have forgotten it. I suggested seeing what movie was on it. The girls agreed. While I was rewinding the cassette (yes, you still had to do that back then) Katie and Anja put wine on the table for themselves and coke for me, along with some snacks. They then sat down on the sofa, I pressed “play” and slouched in an armchair.

What was that, two naked women with really big breasts kissing intimately! While this aroused me, I heard them both say “Ehhh! – Turn that off!”

Ok, we were all enlightened about sex, a little from school, but more from Didim Escort Bayan Doctor Sommer (the enlightenment page in Bravo). We also knew what porn is and we were also familiar with Beate-Uhse, the large erotic mail order company from Flensburg. But in 1978 and at the village – that maybe was somehow too much for the two of them.

I jumped out of my chair, stopped the playback and then changed the cassette to one of a musical movie that Katie and I got for Christmas. We watched the movie in a good mood, sang along loudly and badly out of tune at one point or another. It was a fun evening. I pressed the rewind button at the end of the movie and went to the bathroom since I had drunk quite a bit of coke. But somehow the porn wouldn’t let go of me. It also seemed to keep Katie and Anja busy. On the way back to the living room, I heard whispering and giggling from the living room. ‚Girls’ I thought to myself, but was surprised when the two of them blushed and asked me to put the other cassette in again. Maybe the wine had something to do with it?

I hadn’t counted on that. I had already made up my mind to secretly watch the porn the next few days when Katie was otherwise busy. But ok then, we could watch it now, if the two wanted it.

From today’s point of view, it was normal porn. First the two women, who we have already briefly seen, kissing and groping each other. Then, at some point, two men ‚suddenly’ appeared. This was followed by wild mutual sucking and licking, then gangbanging with various position and partner changes.

As much as I was interested in the movie, after a while I found it even more exciting to watch the girls. At first they seemed a bit intimidated, but then they warmed up. First there were comments about the ‚melons’ and ‚udders’ of the really voluptuous women, then also about the men and their ‚equipment’, as they called it with a giggle. And then they calmed down again, but somehow shifted nervously on the sofa back and forth and sometimes exchanged looks.

It was already quite late – so we all wanted to go to bed. Luckily I was wearing a baggy sweater with my tight bottom trousers, otherwise, with the erection that had formed during the movie, I would have become the next victim of their ridicule. None of us thought about cleaning up, so we turned off the TV and the lights. We said goodnight in the hallway outside Katie’s room, with both girls hugging me. That had actually never happened before – and I felt a little awkward with the tent in my pants.

In my room I went straight to bed, still with an erection and the images from the porn flick still in my head. I couldn’t sleep like that! So my hand wandered under the covers, into my pyjama bottoms. Slowly at first, then faster, my hand went up and down. Of course, I still had the images of the movie in my mind. Then, without meaning to, pictures of Anja swimming and sunbathing crept in. Anja in her bathing suit, her boyish figure and small breasts, which clearly showed when she came out of the water. I erupted in an orgasm like I had never had before. Great, now I have to change. Taking a clean pair of pyjamas from the closet, I snuck into the bathroom without turning on the hall light. I quickly undressed, cleaned myself and put on my new pyjamas. I put the other one in the laundry bin and hoped to slip back to bed unnoticed.

I heard a low moan in the hallway. Katie and Anja had probably not closed the room door completely. I hadn’t noticed that and the dim glow from her bedside lamp earlier. I couldn’t help but tiptoe to the door. Holding my breath, I peered inside. What’s that, breasts, pubic hair… YES, both were naked! The two lay on the bed, the duvet at the end of the bed. And while Katie was massaging Anja’s breasts, she was scratching her bush. They kissed again and again.

I let out the breath I was holding, careful not to betray my listening position. This was the opportunity to see the two of them in a way I had wished many times. I didn’t even know where to look first. To the slender Anja, or to my sister Katie, who wasn’t quite as slender, but by no means fat. Both were about the same height, around 1.65, Katie had her dark blond hair shoulder-length, Anja wore her light blond hair in a pageboy style.

The little devil on my shoulder said to me, ‚first look at Anja! Who knows when you’ll next have the opportunity to do so. With Katie, there’s definitely more of an opportunity.

And so, I did. As I had said, she was rather boyish. Slender legs, a triangle of the same light blond as her hairdo, with a pink slit peeking through. This opened a little because she spread her legs a bit. Katie’s hand moved down her flat stomach. Her breasts, though small, were well formed. They seemed quite tight. Like the rest of the skin, they were almost pale. They were crowned by small, soft pink nipples, which stood up stiffly. At least the one I could see. The other had just disappeared between Katie’s lips. Escort Didim As she now turned a bit to give Katie better access for her hand, I caught a glimpse of her labia, which shone wetly. And the sweet butt, which I had already admired in her bathing suit.

Now my attention was drawn to Katie, as she was moaning. The reason was found quickly. Anja had stopped massaging the rather sparse dark bush between Katie’s legs. No, she had a finger in my sister by now! She now trembled all over her body. As already mentioned, she had a slightly more feminine shape than Anja – with round hips, a quite nice bottom, a good handful of breasts with dark nipples, which now began to sway in time with Anja’s finger movements. What particularly struck me were her nipples. Anja’s were small and flat. Katie’s areolas stood out from her breast crowned by the nipples. Yes, my sister had ‘puffy’ nipples!

It seemed to me that this wasn’t the first time the two had enjoyed themselves in this way. Each seemed to know exactly what the other liked. I was to find out later, how right I was with this thought.

With one hand over my mouth so as not to give myself away, and the other hand in my pants again, I enjoyed, for a while, the spectacle that the two had unintentionally offered me. I could already feel a tingling welling up in me, and to avoid messing up my pyjamas, I quickly went back to the bathroom. Dropping my pants and grabbing a paper tissue, and after a few hand movements, I came a second time that evening.

When I had calmed down enough, having sat on the toilet for a few minutes with trembling knees, I quietly made my way back to my room. The light no longer shone through the crack in the door to my sister’s room, and it was quiet there now. So I went to bed. I’m sure you can imagine what I dreamed about after I was finally able to fall asleep.

Thursday, 12/28/1978

I woke up the next morning. Was yesterday just a dream or not? I hadn’t slept particularly well. The images of last night haunted my dreams again and again, reality mixed with previously unknown wishes. I shook my head and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. A glance at the clock radio told me it was eight-thirty. Ok, shower and breakfast would be a good plan for sure. I pulled on my bathrobe, grabbed some fresh underwear and headed towards the bathroom. The locked door and the sound of the shower told me that I wasn’t the only one who had this idea. For a moment I was tempted to risk a look through the keyhole. Who was in the bathroom, Katie or Anja? But couldn’t the other one come out of Katie’s room at any moment and catch me? No, that would be too embarrassing. I was lucky yesterday to see so much and not get caught.

Nature demanded her rights. So I went to the powder room to relieve myself. I tried my luck again with the bathroom, but it was still occupied. All right, I’ll make breakfast then. After I had put water on for tea, I started setting the table with everything that belongs to a good breakfast. But I wasn’t really into it. I kept asking myself how I should behave towards Katie and Anja? Just act like nothing happened? Wait if they say something? Or address the topic openly?

While I put the water in the pot with the tea bags, I decided to wait and see.

But I couldn’t stay completely inactive. I don’t know how I got the idea, but I put 2 teacups, the pot, sugar and cream on a tray. I went to Katie’s room and knocked on the door. “Are you done with your morning ablutions? I have tea for you here, but I can also bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Come on in!” Katie called, “tea sounds great!”

I entered the room and what did I see? Katie sat on the bed with only a bra and panties and was just putting on her socks, Anja was a little further along, she was already wearing her jeans and was struggling with her sweater.

“Where may I serve the ladies tea? And what about breakfast?” I asked, trying to say something and not just stare at the two of them.

I couldn’t really understand Anja’s answer. She already had one arm in her sweater, the other arm and her head were still stuck somewhere. Maybe she should buy a bigger one, I thought to myself. Although this tight model suited her well. Katie’s response was, “Please put the tea on the desk. And breakfast in bed sounds great, but then we’d have to get undressed again. And the bed is enough for two to sleep, but it’s too small for a nice breakfast. We’ll be right out to the kitchen.”

Almost hastily I put the tray on the desk. The cups rattled violently. And almost in a hurry I left the room. Now I can take a shower. Do you know the old boilers that only provide a certain amount of hot water and then need a while to reheat? We had one just like that, and the girls had used up all the hot water. But today the cold shower came in handy. It drove away the last bit of tiredness and, above all, the cold water made sure that my morning glory collapsed. He hadn’t shrunk completely after going to the toilet, as he usually does. After seeing the girls in their underwear, he had returned to his full glory. Otherwise I would not have been able to show up at breakfast.

I finally got showered and dressed. I joined the girls at the breakfast table.

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Are ancient gods really dumb, or am I really smart?

So that Babylonian artifact I found in my dad’s garage is now my keychain, and I just need to put a hand in my pocket to get anything I want. The little stone dude went from holding up three fingers, to two, to one, and now he’s permanently holding up all three again and forever because he fell for the oldest trick in the book.

There are rules to this thing, but you can experiment and find the loopholes all you want once you’ve wished for a million wishes. The first thing I found out is that you can’t force someone to do something they don’t want. Before I wished for unlimited wishes, my first wish was to get a titfuck blowjob from Ellie Ryan, the hottest girl in school and also the biggest nerd if you can believe it; that girl’s breast size and grades were on opposite ends of the alphabet. But it didn’t work. I saw her flinch like a nasty thought had popped into her head only to get shaken out. She walked away instead of dropping to her knees the way I hoped. Honestly, she should have taken my offer then; her pretty little mouth had a much bigger cock to deal with the day I figured it out.

So how did I get Ellie’s big tits and pink lips around my cock in the end? I told you: loopholes. I can’t make her want to blow me, but I can warp reality around her and make her think she wants to blow me. In Ellie’s case, I wished for oral sex to be on the school’s official curriculum, then I wished I was her tutor. I knew she’d work her mouth off every evening for that perfect grade.

You seem confused. I’ll give you another example. I was at a restaurant the other day, and I wanted to see the waitress’ tits. She looked like she was packing some huge knockers under that buttoned-up shirt, but I couldn’t just wish for her to whip them out. Damn Babylonians keep trying to cock-block me with their free-will bullshit. So I had to do something like this: I wish this was a topless restaurant.

What happened next was hilarious: the waitresses, thankfully all young and pretty enough, were looking at each other embarrassed like, ‘oh no, I forgot to take my shirt and bra off to work at this topless restaurant that I willingly applied and interviewed for’. I wasn’t making them strip, but they were stripping because they thought they agreed to this and didn’t want to be fired. And my reward for this clever workaround were a truly magnificent pair of torpedo tips out in public, probably for the first time. Aydın Escort My gift to the world! I didn’t wish for an eye that can spot great boobs under so many layers; that’s a natural talent.

Then obviously, after seeing how juicy my waitress’ boobs were, I wanted to wring them out like wet sponges, right? But I always have to keep in mind that a girl won’t magically let me do that just because she works at a topless restaurant. Thankfully: unlimited wishes. I wish that your meal at this topless restaurant is free if the waitress doesn’t let you massage her breasts.

“Excuse me sir, did you enjoy your meal?” She said, essentially presenting her breasts for me to play with. She was smiling, but in her eyes, I saw she was carrying the weight of a million bad life choices, racking her brain to find out what kind of financial trouble had driven her to work minimum wage in such an awful place.

But, hey, it’s none of my business; I’m just a regular customer. I didn’t want to get her in trouble by not following this restaurant’s reasonable rules, so I got to work wrecking these titties, squeezing them as hard as I could, twisting them, and flicking them up to watch them bounce back down. You can get tired of sports cars and first-row season tickets, but you never get tired of making girls squirm by digging your fingers in their chest meat.

By then I was super horny, understandably, and I promised myself I wouldn’t leave without fucking the ass of the little blonde girl who took me to my table. That peach was out of this world and begging to get destroyed in those thin black leggings that allowed for some jiggle when she walked. The whole time I was following her, I pictured how tight and warm my cock would be ballsdeep in that tail. Damn. Took a lot of self-restraint not to grab a handful right then and there, but I’m not some sex maniac; I can wait for the right time.

I watched the girl with the butt dreams are made of greet new customers while on the verge of tears and with a menu covering her newly bared chest. You could read on her face that being a girl with no tits at a topless restaurant was extra humiliating. Like she was hired as a joke.

Well… Mira (that’s what her nametag said), don’t worry, I got your back (although your back won’t thank me): I wish Mira the hostess had tits the size of watermelons.

You should have seen her, trying to hold up her new puppies like she left the store with way too many Aydın Escort Bayan groceries. Her skinny frame was not made for such massive tits; she has no idea what to do with them, but she must have thought that’s the way it always was. Working at a topless restaurant suddenly made a lot of sense.

I wish that at this topless restaurant, the only accepted currency is anal sex. Easy enough.

I whipped my cock out before it got fully hard; it can get stuck otherwise. Mira had a reaction I’m very familiar with. Her eyes grew wide, and she had to let one of her massive titties slip out of her arms to cover her mouth.

“Um… I think I need to speak to my manager,” she said, trying to weasel out of cashier duty. Tsk. Tsk.

“Oh, don’t worry, I get this a lot,” which was true so far. “I just spoke to your manager, and he said that my penis is legal tender, and you’re not allowed to turn it away because of its size.” That part was a lie. I don’t always need wishes to smooth things over with the ladies.

I had watched those round cheeks jiggle in those black leggings for half an hour, and they did not disappoint my fingers when I dug into Mira’s pants for a deep squeeze. After much exploration, I confirmed she had an elegant solution to not showing panty lines. Dirty girl.

“Aren’t you going to bend over?” I told her once I was ready for some real action. I think she would have preferred to be groped all fucking day if it kept the biggest dick she could ever imagine out of her anus.

“Right, s-sorry.” She turned around and peeled the tight spandex over her mouth-watering bum. At least she had a table to place her heavy burden on. Those boobs swallowed the plate and cutlery like a landslide.

“Is this your first time taking a cock in your ass,” I asked her, rubbing my cock between her buttcheeks like I wanted to saw it in half. It also helped give her a sense of the size difference between my cock and her bubbly ass; I could feel her pounding heartbeat through my chest when I leaned against her back.

“Yes… we used to accept credit and debit… I think.”

“Ah, times change. Just try to relax otherwise this is going to be very painful,” I said. Again, very true. Her heart started beating even faster as the tip of my cock caught the anal opening on one of the sawing motions, and I could tell she was trying to loosen up. Still would be a tight fit, though, like a Pringles can through the finger hole Escort Aydın of a bowling ball.

I snuck a hand in my pocket and muttered something under my breath: I wish my cock was an inch thicker and two inches longer. What? You think I was overdoing it? Look, it doesn’t matter if your meat is like three pornstar cocks taped together; when you get used to it, you always wish it could be a little bigger. The difference is that I can wish it bigger, and do… almost every week. I wasn’t trying to tear the poor girl apart, so I started real slow, smearing precum around the rim, even spat on my shaft a few times to give it a chance.

Mira’s face was buried in a cushion of her own tits, her moaning a magnet for glances from everyone at the restaurant. There was some confusion among the clientele as to how anal payments worked so I was showing them how it was done.

The blonde girl made a wet squeal when her anus finally swallowed the tip of my sizeable dong. It was fighting back with tightness, but nothing was going to get it out while I was fully hard. I took a good grip on her waist, adjusted my stance, and sunk my battering ram deeper. I don’t do things half-assed, and I don’t half-fuck asses. My goal, once I get them warmed up, is always to slam them balls deep as rough as I would in a pussy.

Mira was squirming, and her rectum was like tons of little hands squeezing the whole length of my shaft. She was drooling all over her own titties as I picked up the pace. I slammed my crotch on that soft flesh cushion like a kid jumping in a bouncy castle for an eternity before the transaction was approved in liquid white gold currency.

“There’s so much…” She wasn’t talking about my cock this time. I might have sorta wished to cum literal buckets at some point. I often forget that one until I realize I’ve been cumming for five minutes straight.

Before I pulled out, I wished that waitresses would consider any anal leakage as their tip. Next thing I know, mine is on her knees, waiting to put her lips on Mira’s broken asshole. Her tits looked small next to Mira’s monsters. I left her a sizeable tip. She had to slurp it fast because there was a line of people behind me with their cocks out, ready to pay.

No, I didn’t undo any of my wishes before leaving. Even with a million wishes, I hate to be wasteful. The restaurant will go out of business soon anyway since creampied asses are not a sustainable revenue model. No doubt Mira will find another job that takes advantage of her new assets. Maybe I’ll see her again one day working at a strip club. I shit on Babylonians a lot, but they know how to make a sweet pair of impossibly big tits.

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Fresh out of high school and desperate to be rid of my virginity, I strode down the beach in my black bikini. I didn’t work out, but I had a flat stomach and a nice round ass like most girls at eighteen. The bikini was just cheeky enough to make you wonder if I wanted the attention. My boobs were small but lifted and only bounced slightly as I walked. My long brown hair hung loose and wavy, from the salty breeze. Not a hint of bikini stubble showed. I went to great lengths to make sure everything, even my asshole, was completely smooth.I’d been tanning nearly every day since school let out, chain-smoking weed on the chaise lounge while binge-watching shows on my laptop. Tanning was a bit of an exaggeration because I mostly just freckled. If enough freckles clumped together it could be a tan, I thought. Regardless, I barely left the house so what were the odds I’d get laid? Practically none.Sure, there’d been a couple of close encounters: the guy on my teen wilderness trip who I sucked until he made me stop because “it was hurting,” the stoner I smoked with the next street over. He had erectile dysfunction, Artvin Escort or maybe it was performance anxiety. Then there was that guy from band class. Anyway, I was painfully shy and debilitatingly awkward. I’d need someone to really show me how it was done.It was sunset and the drum circle would start soon. I should probably turn around and walk back, I thought. I didn’t regularly attend these sorts of things but I was trying to put myself out there. Maybe there’d be someone for me.Then, there he was, like a surfing Adonis, his profile illuminated by the setting sun. He had the typical surfer body, all lean muscle and tousled brown hair. He sat and gazed off into the distance with his topaz eyes contemplating his deep surfer thoughts. His yellow lab lay beside him.As I got closer I could see he had ten years on me at least. But this was certainly not a deterring factor. I didn’t have a good opener so all I said was, “Is your dog friendly?”He responded with one of those smiles that go all the way to your eyes. He may have been stoned, but that was also more of an intriguing Artvin Escort Bayan than deterring factor.He mentioned being an instructor and how he liked to just sit and watch the sunset after surf class. A romantic, I thought.In order to appear mysterious and cool I ended the conversation quickly, but not before putting my number in his phone.When the text came asking me to come over, I giddily accepted. My parents waved out the door as I rushed to the car, my dad calling out, “Don’t forget a condom!”He lived in a carriage house in the quaint historic beach town of Sag Harbor.We exchanged greetings and I took in the space, noting the sparse furniture and kitchenette. It was clean. He kissed me with one of those knee-buckling kisses, grabbing my ass with both hands. I felt a wetness like I’d never felt before between my legs.He rolled a joint, lit it, and passed it to me. I knew what to do. I inhaled deeply, but not too deeply, and passed it back. This became our before-sex ritual.I sat down on the edge of the bed tentatively.He pulled off my sundress, as I raised my arms over Escort Artvin my head, then my bra and underwear, and then stopped briefly to admire me. He removed his own clothes, and I salivated at his appearance.  He had those ab lines pointing like arrows downward and in toward that thing I’d yet to fully experience.He picked me up by the waist like I weighed nothing and placed me further on the bed. There was no going back now, no pretending I just came to talk or to go for a neighborhood stroll. I was going to be fucked. Dicked. Shafted.I’d been warned the first time might hurt a bit but the last thing I was going to do was let on that this was my first time. No, I was an experienced woman.He leaned over me, kissing me, his arm and chest muscles flexing. He smirked that classic fuckboy smirk. Maybe he was a boy but to me, he was a man.“I’m going to fuck you now if that’s alright.”“Yes, that’s alright,” I managed.When he entered me it didn’t hurt. It was actually quite pleasant. He started slow but went deep.The main question on my mind was what I would do with my hands. I’d seen some porn but do I just let them hang there? No. I’d have to grab at his back or his head or something. But after a while I found it was very intuitive and I had no reason to worry. I couldn’t be very self-conscious as he was slamming himself into me; I could just hold on for dear life.

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Ah, Brandy, let me take you back to that first summer by the lake. I know that a memory of every pleasure that we shared is burned indelibly into your mind and your body, as it is with me. But just indulge me now and lets go back there together in our minds. Feel free as the memories come flooding back to slip your slim, pretty fingers into your panties and tease your clit as it stiffens. As your pussy wettens, slide your fingers into its slippery depths to your heart’s content, knowing that when my story is finished I will lift you in my arms and carry you to your bed. There I will gently and oh-so-slowly undress you, paying tribute to your gorgeous body with a shower of kisses, tickling your stiff pink nipples with feathery stokes, before taking you in my arms and sliding my cock, stiff as only you can make it, deep into your soft warm belly, leading you back to that other world that many have dreamt of but only we two have seen. When I saw that another tent had been set up in my favourite camping spot I was angry. I came here to the lake to be alone. I liked to commune with nature. I hate wearing clothes, but society demands it. That is why I would come here for a week every year Adana Escort to live the way that I thought humans should live, surrounded by the richness of nature and free from society’s restrictions. Here where the sun is so warm and the water of the lake so refreshing, clothes are unnecessary. But when I saw your tent, I felt sure that the cares of civilization had followed me. True, when you emerged into the bright, noon-day sun and welcomed me with an untroubled smile and proffered hand, I was pleasantly surprised by your beauty. In your khaki shorts and t-shirt, with your long legs on casual display, you were a distinctly pleasant sight. But with a charming young woman around, I would not be able to relax and free myself from the frustrations of life in the big city. As you bent to pick up a thermos full of coffee, the site of your gorgeous arse stretching your shorts told me that frustration would be the dominant characteristic of the next week. Little did I know then, that you too were longing to throw off the demands of society, and that the pleasures of that week would far surpass any that we would have had on our own. “Let’s go for a swim,” you suggested, after Adana Escort Bayan we had enjoyed a cup of coffee and got to know one another. I blushed slightly and told you that I wasn’t expecting to find anyone else here and that I had no bathing costume with me as I usually swam nude. “That’s okay,” you replied. “I brought my bikini, but I don’t mind if you’re nude. I’m not prudish or anything.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Unless you’re embarrassed about a girl seeing your whatsit?” you laughed cheekily, as you lifted your t-shirt and pulled down your shorts to reveal a skimpy bright pink bikini with a tropical motif. “I love seeing guys in the nude, but usually they are too embarrassed because they think their willy is too small or something. I like them all sizes. And I love guys butts, too.” “Normally I don’t wear clothes for the whole week I’m up here,” I explained, taking off my shoes and socks and shirt. “That’s fine by me,” you replied. “Just as long as you don’t mind me having a good look. My boyfriend’s the only guy I’ve seen in the nude since I left college.” My heart was pounding as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. The truth is that the Escort Adana idea of being naked in front of a gorgeous young woman turned me on. My cock was already making a prominent bulge in the front of my underpants. “It doesn’t look like you have anything to be ashamed of,” you said with a wink, “or is that a vote of approval for my sexy bikini.” “A vote of approval for what’s inside it, I think,” I replied as my now fully erect prick sprang out of my descending underpants. “I am flattered,” you replied, and I could almost feel the touch of your gaze as you looked it up and down. “If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I might almost be tempted to… But I do. So we better get you cooled off right away.” With that you grabbed my hand and dragged me into the water. You seemed to love the water and it brought out the playfulness in you. You kept splashing me, skimming your hand accross the top of the water to sent a cool spray right into my face until my hair dripped down wetly into my eyes. When I turned away from you you kicked me in the butt so that I fell with a splash back into the water. “That’s what horny guys deserve for getting stiffies in front of girls they have only just met,” you laughed. I turned to chase you but in the water you were always faster. Eventually we dragged ourselves out of the water and lay down to dry in the sun. “Wow!” you said, “I thought cold water was supposed to cool your ardour, but you’re even stiffer than before.

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Their attraction was instant and electric. They flirted across the restaurant with their eyes.He tilted his head and excused himself from his table to use the restroom. She soon followed.She entered the men’s room exploring the unknown. He opened the door to the far stall.They kissed passionately Antep Escort and hands roamed. His hand found her kitty, her palm grabbed his snake. He felt her wetness and fingered her nub quickly. She gasped, shook, and soaked his hand.She stroked him as she Antep Escort Bayan kneeled to suck his manhood. Licks, slurps, jerks, and one muffled, “UGH!” he flooded her mouth with his man milk.Swallowing, she stood and opened her mouth, exposing her tongue. “All Escort Antep gone,” she whispered.They washed their hands and she reapplied her lipstick. He returned to his table and his unsuspecting wife.She waited in the hallway before strutting into the dining room. Sitting down by her husband she asked, “Miss me?”Their eyes connected once again. They each smiled. He winked. She blushed.He woke up squeezing his morning wood. He sensed cum running down his hand.He recalled the woman from his dream. He admitted, “I have the hottest sister.”The End.

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Joan and I had finished our showers after some very hot naughty sex. We were getting dressed, and ready for an evening of fun and excitement.I can still picture James’ huge black cock, last night, being forced deep into my wife’s mouth. I was so horny watching the cum squirt all over her face, hair, and breasts. Joan loved sucking James off, It seemed like Joan was ready for anything, on this romantic vacation.Joan and I had fucked hard last night and again this afternoon. Just thinking about yesterday made both Joan and me very horny.Joan was getting ready for the naughty night at the Dinner Venue. She was wearing a spandex catsuit, with six-inch spike heels, along with clip-on ears, over her beautiful golden hair.Joan’s catsuit flowed over her, showing every part of her curvy sexy body. There was a bright black zipper, that ran from her chin, all the way down to her pussy, and back to the top of her very tight ass. This spandex suit exposed every crack and crevice of her body, from her full thirty-eight-D breasts, with her nipples pushing through the spandex material, to her pussy, and her beautiful ass. Joan pulled the zipper down low between her beautiful breasts. The suit was pulling into the crack of her tight sexy ass and pussy.God, Joan looked so sexy and hot. I knew all the men would be all over her, dancing, hugging, and touching her beautiful body, wanting to fuck this sexy married woman.I was wearing a Tarzan loin clot, which barely covered my ass, cock, and balls. I wore a netted g-string underneath, to try to hold my cock and balls. I put on a tight-fish net white pullover jersey. I wanted to look good, I thought It would not hurt for me to get some attention from the woman.I wanted everyone to notice my excitement about my wife, with her sexy outfit. Guests and hotel staff would notice us with admiration and excitement as they passed us on our way to the evening venue. This was a big part of my goal during this romantic vacation, exposing my beautiful wife to all, and teasing the men with her sexy outfits, These were the fantasies we have shared together as we made love over the years, Our fantasies had made for some very hot and satisfying loving. Now we had the opportunity to experience these fantasies while on our romantic vacation.Joan came over and reached under my loin cloth, her hand touching my jewels, making my cock hard. She smiled, “Now we are ready to go.” I pulled Joan in for a seductive kiss, We were very horny just looking at each other in our evening naughty outfits. We know we were going to attract attention from the other guests at tonight’s naughty venue.It’s amazing how much of Joan’s sexy body shows through her catsuit. her nipples were poking through the spandex, her ass with the material pulling into her cheeks, and her cunt lips showing so clearly.With both of us fully excited, I said, “Now we are ready.”As Joan and I walked the path to the evening venue, we were greeted by all the guests we meet on the path. A lot of hot comments were made. which turned us on even more. We smiled back and say thank you.We were in the mood for an evening of good food and drink, and lots of sexy talks teasing and dancing with the other guests. We couldn’t wait to see all the different outfits.James greeted us a the entrance. He stepped back and takes a good look at Joan in her naughty catsuit. “You look so hot, Joan, I think I will keep you to myself for the evening.” James pulled you to him tightly, Afyon Escort his hands exploring your tight suit, his lips finding yours, and you drape your arms around his neck your bodies coming together as one. I can tell you were his for the asking.When you and James finally separated, you were breathing hard, your chest rising and falling, your nipples very erect and hard. James’s cock was very noticeably hard and large.James took Joan’s hand and leads us to our table, the other guests rose as we approach, taking in Joan’s hot sexy catsuit. and my loincloth outfit. Everyone at the table, men and women, came over and gave you and me a very sexy hug and kiss.There were so many sexy, naughty outfits on the woman. Most of the men were wearing togas, but some men, like me, had chosen to be riskier. Everyone looked hot.One of the outfits we saw was on a good-looking woman, wearing a schoolgirl outfit with a very short skirt. She appeared to not have on any underwear, and a blouse that did not close in front, showing her beautiful breasts. Very sexy.Another woman who had large breasts was wearing a Wonder Woman spandex outfit. She looked so hot and sexy. Wonder Woman hugged Joan and introduced herself. They compared outfits down to the last detail, very exciting to watch.Wonder Woman greeted me and we hugged closely as she melted into my arms, her hand sliding under my loincloth, touching my genitals, my hands caressing her body, giving special attention to her nipples protruding through her outfit.She says, “Let’s dance later.” I agreed, and she gave my cock a firm squeeze, before pulling her hand from under my loincloth and heading back to her husband.Joan looked at me and sees how flushed I was. Joan said, “Well, honey, you wanted some attention, and it’s happening. I don’t want to be the only one living out our fantasies”All the couples at our table were making comments about our outfits. It was going to be a hot sexually charged evening, There will be exciting action among all the couples tonight. It will be a naughty night for sure.I was embarrassed; my cock was so hard and protruding from my loincloth from the anticipation of what was to come this evening. Joan just smiled at my problem.We all get seated, and James came with champagne for everyone. “I propose a toast, to an exciting evening of fun and dancing.” Several women chimed in, “and sex!.” Everyone yells out cheers and downs their drinks.! Giggles and laughter flowed from all the guests.The talk at the table was sexy and naughty, as we eat dinner. Drinks flowed freely, and everyone at our table was in a great mood. A lot of laughter and talk came from all the guests. Joan was getting a lot of attention from the men and the women. It was going to be a great night.I ran my hand up Joan’s thigh, over her catsuit, all the way to her very hot pussy. I rubbed her pussy through her spandex outfit. Joan was already very wet. I heard a moan come from Joan.s lips as my hand rubbed her outfit over her wet pussy.Joan’s hand found my cock under my loincloth, I could tell she liked what she was caressing. We were both very hot and horny; we were ready to make love right now, on the table, in front of everyone.We looked at each other with passion showing in our eyes, I kissed your very seductive lips, our tongues touching, as I pulled you into my arms in a full embrace, in front of everyone.The dancing music started and the men were lining up to ask Afyon Escort Bayan you to dance. Joan smiled, “I would love to dance with you all, but you have to be good, I know you are very naughty boys.” You smiled with a wicked grin, the men knew you were just saying they were naughty, to egg them on.The first gentleman took you onto the dance floor with his arm around you. He pulled you in close, his hands sliding down your catsuit to your beautiful butt. Everyone was watching. You felt his hard cock grinding against your catsuit over the area covering your hot cunt. He was doing this touching and grinding right there on the dance floor, and everyone could see.You reached down between the folds in his outfit and found his hard horny cock. He jumped in surprise to feel your hand touching him, as you gave his cock a good rub. You draped your arms around his neck, your breasts, nipples, and your face were pushing into his hairy chest. You inhaled his masculine smell, giving you a warm feeling all over, especially from your wet horny cunt.As the dance ended and he slowly released your body, both of you breathed hard. His cock protruded from his outfit. He pulled Joan in front of him to cover his hard-on from prying eyes. You smiled broadly as he brought you back towards the table. Everyone was watching. There were a lot of giggles and comments from the women.The men just wanted their chance to dance and hold my hot sexy wife.The evening continued with every man from our table, along with other men, taking Joan out onto the dance floor. The dancing was close and intimate, with lots of touching of my wife from all the men. Each gentleman came back with a hard-on; some even had a wet spot on their outfit. All the men wanted more from you. They looked into my eyes as they returned my beautiful wife. I knew what they really wanted.You returned with a wide naughty grin and a blushing face. I knew your mind and body were very horny, I’m sure your cunt was getting soaked, I could see the sexual excitement in your face, eyes, and of course those very hard nipples. You gave me a seductive kiss, after every dance, with these very horny men who would love to fuck you, given the chance. They were driving you to a new high of sexual excitement. I could tell my wife wanted to be fucked badly, taken roughly without question; nothing less would satisfy her mind and body. She was running wild with sexual desire.I asked the woman in the Wonder Woman outfit to dance, and she leapt at the opportunity. I led her onto the dance floor, and before we even started dancing, she pulled me to her for a full contact body-tingling embrace, and a very wet seductive kiss, her tongue deep inside my lips, finding my tongue not wanting the kiss to end.Her nipples were hard and her chest was rising and falling rapidly, as we broke the seductive kiss, we started dancing, slow and close. I could smell her hair and her sexually aroused body; she exploded with temptation and sexual desire.My hands slid down her smooth sexy Wonder Woman suit, all the way to her very tight ass. Wonder Woman moaned in my ear, as I felt her hand slide under my loin cloth, touching the tip of my cock. She was wiping the precum drooling from my excited cock, caused by all that had happened and was happening right now at our resort. She brought her hand out from around my cock, and showed me the precum on her finger. She inserted her finger between her seductive Escort Afyon lips, licking and smiling. Her hand returned to soothe my horny cock.We kept dancing, my hands exploring all of Wonder Woman’s body, including the very wet material covering her cunt. She closed her eyes as I rubbed her cunt through the Wonder Woman suit. She continued to stroke my cock, moaning coming from her lips, buried in my chest.I heard Wonder Woman say in my ear, “God I want you to fuck me rough and dirty, take me in all my holes right now.”The dance ended, but Wonder Woman did not let go of my cock. I pulled her wet lips to mine and kissed her deeply, whispering in her ear, “Wonder Woman I do want to fuck and please you in every way. Tonight I need to take care of my very horny wife.” We returned to the table, my hands brushing her breasts and hard nipples, as I helped her get seated. James brought Wonder Woman a large island drink. Her eyes looked passionately into mine. I knew she was disappointed that I would not be able to satisfy her lust and horny desire tonight.I looked for my hot married wife who was not at the table, I started searching the venue for her, and I finally found her out on the dance floor, off in the far corner dancing with James, their two bodies melted together as one. I could tell my wife was James’ for the taking, a lot of touching, holding, and kissing, between the two of them. I could tell they both were very sexually excited.I was not the only one watching these two. All of the couples at our table were making comments, all very suggestive and naughty. This did not bother me, I just laughed. I loved the attention Joan was receiving.I wanted Joan to experience all of her wildest sexual fantasies on this vacation. I was her husband, lover, and most of all her cuckold. My wife was a sexy woman, it’s great that everyone wants to make love to her. Joan would love to hear the naughty remarks people were making. It would just put more desire into her body, she would even get bolder in front of everyone, wanting to satisfy all her sexual desires on this romantic vacation. No one at our table could satisfy Joan’s sexual desires tonight.The song ended, and Joan and James worked their way back to the table. Joan was still very much under James’s spell. Joan said, “she needed to use the bathroom and did not know where it was at this venue, “James will show me the way, ok?” I said that was fine. “Don’t be long, you will miss all the fun.”I got talking with the woman and men at the table. The conversation was hot and heavy, it was downright naughty, It made me feel very horny. Everyone at our table was looking to get fucked. with their partner, maybe a new acquaintance, or even a stranger.Two couples left going towards the beach, very high on liquor and super horny. I would like to have followed them to the beach to see what they were up to, but I didn’t. I was still waiting for my hot sexy wife to return from the bathroom.I was looking forward to fucking my horny hot wife this evening, somewhere, maybe here at the venue, or on the beach. I knew she was one hot slutty wife right now. She needed to get fucked and taken hard. Mostly I desired to take my wife to our love nest, fuck her hard with extreme passion. showing no mercy, until she finally comes all over me with piss and cum.My cock and mind were thinking about how juicy and tasty her cunt would be, after all of this teasing from these horny men she had been dancing with—especially James.Finally, Joan came back from the bathroom with James. Joan looked flushed and her hair dishevelled, and I also noticed a large wet spot on her catsuit covering her horny cunt. James helped her sit down, got her a drink, and disappeared.

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The sound of silverware clanking and countless conversations filled the air as a candle flickered its light across the table. It was Father’s Day and Arturo’s Steakhouse was busy as ever, not that the couple noticed. Melanie and Steve held each other’s hands across the table as they looked into one another’s eyes.“Can you believe it’s been a whole year?” Melanie asked her father.“It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?” Steve replied, squeezing her hands. “It seems like yesterday everything was so different.”Melanie thought back to their dinner a year earlier. Different was definitely the right word. At the beginning of that night, they were just a typical father and daughter, going out on a fun daddy-daughter date night. Then that old man came to their table, and everything changed. By the end of the night, Mel found herself more in love with her dad than she’d ever been with anyone else. She couldn’t explain it, but she was thankful that it happened.“Remember how that night ended?” she asked her dad.“Mel, Baby, how could I forget?” her dad laughed.- – -Lying there in the hotel bed, part of Mel couldn’t believe what they’d just done. If you’d have asked her the day before if she’d ever consider fucking her own dad, the thought of it probably would have made her physically ill. It just wasn’t something daughters did with their fathers.Tonight though, it was all she had been wanting from dinner onward. When she finally gave in and they fucked in that field, it was beyond incredible. Laying there under the stars, experiencing the fullness of her father thrusting into her, feeling her own orgasm wash over her. It was like magic.The magic didn’t end there, either. Her dad suggested they go get a room for the night, and Mel was more than excited at the prospect of getting an entire night alone with her daddy. They were hardly in the door to the hotel room before Steve’s lips had found Mel’s once more, and moments later they were in the bed, their clothes scattered across the floor. The night passed in a blur. Kissing. Sucking. Fucking.Now though, as she lay there naked beside her father, doubt started to creep in. Was this right? Should they be doing this? What about the consequences?“Dad,” she asked, “are you still awake?”“Barely,” he grunted. “What’s up?”“I… I don’t know if Ağrı Escort we should be doing… this.”“What do you mean?”“I mean…” Melanie turned in the bed to face her dad. As soon as their eyes met, her throat went dry and she felt the butterflies returning to her stomach. She did her best to steel her resolve before continuing.“I, um, mean,” she restarted, finding her words more difficult to get out than before, “this isn’t normal, is it? I don’t think I felt this way about you or about us yesterday. Did you?”“I don’t think I felt like this either,” Steve replied, staring into his daughter’s eyes as he spoke, “but it’s all I can think about now.”“I know,” she nearly whispered back, “even now it’s like all I want is to get you back inside me. But you know we can’t keep doing this. You’ve got mom. I’m dating Pete. What about them? I just, as much as I want it, I don’t think we can keep doing this.”Steve gave thought to his daughter’s words. She did have a point.“I get it. I’ll tell you what,” he finally said, “let’s just enjoy the rest of our hotel stay together, and when we get back to the real world tomorrow, we can try to put this behind us. Sounds fair?”“Sounds fair,” Mel agreed. She pulled herself into her dad and gave him a long, deep kiss. That kiss turned into another, and then another. Before long, Steve was back on top of his daughter, pumping into her for the umpteenth time of the night before they both finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.- – -“How long did that pact last?” Steve asked with a smile as the waiter placed each of their salad plates in front of them.“Hey, we did good for a little while!” Mel interjected as the waiter topped off her water and left for the next table.“Honey,” Steve started, pausing to take a bite of his salad, “ we didn’t even make it to checkout time the next morning before you were all over me again.”“Whoa,” Mel mock-scolded, “first, we were all over each other. It wasn’t just me. Second, you said we could enjoy the rest of our stay together, and the following morning was still part of our stay. So there”“Okay, okay, if you exclude that, we did good, for what? About a week?”- – -For the next few days after their date, things almost seemed back to normal for Mel and her dad, at least on the surface. Inside, Ağrı Escort Bayan Mel wanted to jump her dad every time she saw him. She could tell from his glances that he was feeling the same way.By the time Wednesday had rolled around, Melanie had decided it would be harmless fun to tease her dad a little. It started off very subtle, with a little wink here or there when her mom wasn’t looking. By Thursday, she found herself throwing kissing gestures to the mix. She even managed to pull up her shirt once and flash her bra at Steve while her mom was in the bathroom.Melanie knew she was getting to her dad, but didn’t realize how much until later that night. She was laying in bed naked, having just gotten herself off to memories of fucking her dad. It was something that had become a habit over the last four days. That was when she heard it.It was a rhythmic thumping, one she’d heard a few times before in her life. She knew what it meant. Her parents were fucking. Prior to Sunday, the sound was nothing short of nightmare fuel. But as she listened to the thump, thump, thump, persisting on, this time she found herself becoming aroused. Her parents’ room was right across the hall from hers. She knew that right then, at that moment, her dad’s cock was hard at work, and just the thought of it was exciting Melanie.Before she had a chance to change her mind, Melanie found herself rising out of bed and creeping into the hall. She realized almost instantly that her parents’ bedroom door was cracked open. Stepping quietly across the hallway, she made her way to her parents’ door and peeked in.On the other side, she saw her mom lying in bed, whimpering as her dad fucked her. She couldn’t quite see her mom’s face, but she had a great view of her dad on top of her, and it was nothing short of erotic. Mel watched silently as her dad continued pounding her mother.“Mhhh yeah,” Steve groaned to his wife, “you’re such a hot little tease. Do you like teasing me?”Mel’s mom grunted a response, but she couldn’t make out what she said. She knew exactly whose teasing her dad was talking about though. Mel continued watching for a few more moments, finding herself mouthing answers every time her dad asked his wife a question.“Do you like being a little tease?”“Yes,” Escort Ağrı Mel whispered.“Yeah. Do you want me to grab these?” Steve asked, grabbing his wife’s tits as he kept thrusting.“Mmmm, yes,” Mel silently moaned as she cupped her own tits with one hand as the other snaked its way between her legs.“Do you want my cock deep in that tight little cunt?” he groaned.“Fuck yes,” Mel whimpered through clenched teeth as she fingered her clit. As her fingers continued to expertly strum her pussy, Mel let out a little groan.“Wait, stop stop stop,” Mel’s mother cut in. Mel froze, her heart stopping along with the thumping noises. “Did you hear that?”“Hear what?” Steve asked his wife. For a split second, he looked around, and his eyes caught Mel’s through the crack in the door. Without missing a beat, he looked down at his wife and said “all I heard was a little tease groaning.” With that, he leaned down and gave his wife a passionate kiss, and as quietly as she could Mel raced back to her room.The following morning, Steve woke up to the pleasant sensation of his cock being stroked. He let out a soft groan.“What’s the matter, babe? Didn’t get enough of me last night?”“Not even close” came a voice that didn’t belong to his wife. Steve’s eyes shot open and he turned in bed to find his daughter lying next to him. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts and had her arm slipped under the covers as her fingers momentarily switched from stroking him off to playing with his balls.“Mellie!” Steve nearly shouted before switching to a whisper. “What are you doing? Where’s your mom?”“Mom’s downstairs eating breakfast,” she almost sang. “I thought I could come over and have a little cuddle time with my daddy.” As she spoke, her hand resumed slowly pumping her dad’s morning wood.“Sweetie, we can’t do this right now,” Steve argued, doing nothing to stop his daughter’s stroking. “Your mom could walk in here any second and, oh God, that feels good, and we just…”Before he could finish his sentence, Mel leaned in and planted her lips on her father’s. At first, he tried to say something, but within a second his resolve faded and Steve began kissing his daughter back in earnest. As their tongues dueled, one of his hands snaked its way under the shirt she was wearing and began fondling her tits. Melanie groaned into the kiss as Steve’s tongue explored her mouth.Mel stopped pumping her dad’s cock and pulled off the sheet that was covering him. She broke off the kiss and pushed Steve onto his back before sitting up and proceeding to straddle him.

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