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Returning home from university for the summer is one of the most depressing things imaginable.

Here I was, 19 years old, now accustomed to taking care of myself under my own roof back in my parent’s house being treated like a kid again.

So, when my mother peered her head into my bedroom to say my aunt Teresa had just bought a shitload of flat-pack furniture for her new house and wanted help building it all, I leapt at the opportunity for three reasons; One for the aforementioned desire to get out of this house, Two, I love building that stuff, and Three, I had a bit of a thing for my aunt.

A couple of years back her husband had left her for basically a 25-year old version of the same woman. In another decade or so, he’d probably do it again.

He had always been an oppressive controlling dickhead to my aunt, who was a bad combination of eager to please and not immensely clever, though lovably dim rather than annoyingly so.

The type of woman that the wrong kind of guy finds easy to manipulate and dominate. He had always had her dress in a very dowdy fashion and she never really spoke much.

However, after he had left her, she had kind of gone off the rails and had utterly changed her image, turning into a man-hungry slutty cougar. Aware her looks had faded with lack of attention, she spent her large divorce settlement on plastic surgery. She went, in most of family’s prudish opinion, a little too far, opting for cartoon-sized breast implants, and a drastic diet, with surgery to tighten up her loose skin, so from her size 18 38D body, she was now a size 12 with 32KK breasts.

She had subsequently become something of a joke to my family, though like I said, they were prudish and didn’t approve of her new sexually-charged personality and image.

I rang her up straight away and she answered in her new voice. She affected a lower, sultry tone now.

“Hey sweetheart, your mother said you might be able to stay over a couple of days to help me build my new bedroom!” she said.

“Sure, when do you want me over?” I asked.

“Sooner the better.”

I was there within an hour.

She answered the door, and even in her downtime she dressed like an utter slut.

I had only seen her once or twice briefly since her surgeries and she looked like a cartoon; breasts the size of my head, narrow waist, broad hips and bright red hair tightly curled about her shoulders.

She was wearing a vest seemingly without a bra and the tiniest shorts, with her long bare legs supported by a pair of heels so high I didn’t realise women could walk in. My dick stiffened instantly and I was grateful my jeans held it in.

She might have been my mother’s sister but I was gonna be ogling the fuck out of this woman for the entire time I was there.

She stepped out into the street and threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and squeezing her enormous fake tits into my chest. They gave a little but were a lot firmer than natural tits.

She kissed me on the cheek and I could feel a wet mark remain where her lipstick marked my face.

“Thank you sooo much for coming.” she beamed as we went inside. “I haven’t seen you in ages, you’re so big now!” she exclaimed, squeezing my shoulders. I was no Dwayne Johnson at only 5’9, but I worked in a warehouse to pay for uni and did a bit of weight lifting at home, so I was quite broad.

She showed me to her bedroom, and there was a stack of boxes as tall as me filled with wardrobes, chests of drawers, a dressing table and a shelving unit.

All she had in her room was a king-size bed and a rail for her clothes.

“I managed to convince the guys who delivered it to build the bed for me.” she said, with a tone of voice that confirmed my suspicion. When I looked at her she shrugged knowingly and gazed back at the pile of boxes.

I looked at the bed, thinking “She fucked the delivery guys right there.”

“What do I get for building everything else?” I asked without thinking.

She burst out laughing and nudged me with her shoulder. “I doubt you could take the same payment young man!”

I just blushed and shrugged.

We built one of her wardrobes to begin with, a wide unit with mirrored doors. We laughed and joked and reminisced and talked about our new lives, me at uni and her free Mavikent Escort and a little wild. Deep down she sounded lonely and rejected and after such a long loveless marriage was now over compensating, needing love from any man willing to give it to her. The surgery had made her more sexually attractive which gave more immediate but short-term results; she could find men to fuck her but none would stay.

Upon finishing the wardrobe, she showed me to the spare room, a box of a space with a camp bed rolled out. She apologised but I waved it off. Some of my best nights sleep have been on those old canvas steel-framed beds.

“I’m going out tonight, you are welcome to come and go as you please.” she told me. I was ready to call it a night so I just retired to my room to play my portable computer game.

She called into my room before she left, and some would say she looked ridiculous, though I say she looked amazing; perfectly curled hair, buckets of make-up, lips plumped up, tiny red dress on split up the side with cleavage more exposed than covered.

Her high red heels made her legs look amazing.

“Okay I’m off out now, I’ll see you in the morning.” she said, blowing me a kiss. She left and with that image burned into my mind I got under my duvet and masturbated furiously, climaxing in under a minute.

Much later that night I woke up to the sound of Teresa’s drunken giggle and the voices of three men. I listened to them come upstairs and heard her bedroom door slam. My aunt sounded utterly wasted and the men were all lecherously joking.

“Fucking hell look at them tits!” I heard one of the men say. She was undressing for them then. I couldn’t believe it but she had brought three men home, surely she wasn’t going to fuck them all, knowing I was here?

I sat up and crept nearer the wall, pressing my ear against it, wanting to hear.

I heard the bed creak as a delicate weight rolled onto it, and a hurried rustling of clothing, presumably the men undressing.

Another weight joined her on the bed and I heard sucking noises, either kissing or his mouth, presumably on my aunt Teresa’s mammoth tits.

I heard a male grunt, the telltale noise of that first satisfying penetration and the bed started creaking. My aunt started moaning, and I could tell from the feverish sounds of thrusting that he was fucking her hard. The other two voices cheered him on; “Go on lad, fuck her!” “Fuck me what a slag!”

The thrusts slowed down and I heard the guy groaning. Seconds later he sighed and rolled off.

“For fuck’s sake mate did you just jizz in her?” one of the voices asked.

Fuck me was she letting them fuck her without protection?

“You utter wanker what are we supposed to do now? I’m not sticking my dick in your jizz!”

“Doesn’t bother me.” said the other voice, and after a roll onto the bed, he was soon grunting as he fucked my aunt.

A few minutes later I heard his orgasm and another wad of semen presumably joined the first in my aunt.

I had been playing with my cock the whole time, and shot my load at the same time as the second guy. Now he rolled off and the third man rolled onto the bed. “Sick pervert, fucking a slag with another guy’s jizz still in her, you make me sick man!” the third man jeered. “Roll on your stomach bitch, I’m not fucking a hole with jizz in it.”

I heard a fumbling and a gasp as the third man shoved his cock inside my aunt. “Fucking hell what a slag!” I heard one of the guys exclaim as I heard them fumbling with their clothes.

“This slag has had a LOT of dick in this arsehole!” the third guy said. “Should I be wearing a rubber you dirty bitch what am I gonna catch?”

He soon grunted his orgasm and fired his cum up my aunt’s arsehole. They all got dressed and left her room, laughing between them. “Dirtiest bitch in town that one, Dave wasn’t lying!”

“Them tits look fucking stupid, daft bitch.” another said.

They left the house, and I listened to the wall. My aunt was still, breathing softly. Was she asleep?

Nervously I crept out of my room, and her bedroom door was wide open. I could see aunt Teresa there, on her bed still laid on her front fast asleep.

She was naked apart from her heels, legs spread slightly and arms splayed out, hair a mess. Mavikent Escort Bayan I crept closer and gazed between her legs, seeing semen leaking from her pussy and arsehole. I subconsciously grabbed my dick and started rubbing it at this sight. I slowly reached out to touch her leg. I whispered her name. Nothing. Her breath stank of too much alcohol and she was utterly wasted. A hand grenade couldn’t wake her right then.

I stroked her bare leg, trailing my hand up to her thigh. I was shaking at this point, my hand trembling. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking.

Her massive tits were pressed against the bed, her body utterly designed for rough, cheap sex.

Forgoing all sense I hastily climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs.

I looked down at my throbbing cock and to her slimy, oozing vagina.

Fuck it.

I touched the head against her lips and my cock sank straight into her cunt, greased up by her own juices and the cum of the two other guys.

She didn’t make a sound. I started making short humps, taking care in case she stirred but she didn’t make a sound. I sped up, humping my aunt’s pussy with my hips bumping against her arse cheeks. Too soon I felt my limit come and grunted as my balls tensed up and a welt of cum pumped up my aunts cunt. Several more welts followed it, and I gasped as I rocked my hips, the insanity of fucking my unconscious aunt just dawning on me. I rolled off her and scurried back into my room.

She was surely too old to impregnate, or if not, a woman of her lifestyle used birth control, surely? I felt panicky, I had just ejaculated inside my own aunt as she lay unconscious on her bed. I couldn’t believe she had let the other guys bareback her. Despite my worries, I fell into a very satisfied sleep.

The next morning my aunt came into my room in a skimpy nighty.

“Morning sweetheart, hope I didn’t wake you last night. What time did I come in?” she asked.

“About 2 am, nothing a student can’t handle.” I smiled. Nothing about her said she even remembered last night.

“I think I might have had company last night, hope you didn’t mind. I’m a little wild after a few drinks.” she said bashfully.

She didn’t even remember bringing three guys home who fucked her one after the other? She probably only knew because of the cum on her and her sheets!

“Three of them.” I said playfully, not wanting to offend or embarrass her, just wanting to steer the conversation for my own voyeurism.

She cringed and said “Sorry honey.”

I waved my hand. “Lucky buggers is all I can say.” I said charmingly.

I gazed at her, her tiny nighty barely covering her behemoth plastic breasts, her nipples barely covered and her bare thighs thick and toned. I had fucked her last night, I though to myself. It felt like a dream.

“You really think they were lucky?” she asked bashfully.

I nodded earnestly.

“My family are prudish twats, you look amazing.” I said.

Teresa smiled coyly. She played with her hair and trailed a hand across her chest.

“It kills me that you’re my aunt, otherwise I might have joined those guys last night.” I said.

She laughed and gazed at me. “I was so wasted you probably could have anyway.” she giggled.

I laughed nervously, hoping not to give myself away.

“It would make me feel like I had got your mother back anyway, she hasn’t had a nice word to say about me since I got these.” she said, gesturing to her massive boobs.

“They are spectacular.” I said absent mindedly.

“Want to see them?” she asked.

My heart leaped into my mouth. “Really?”

“These things cost me a fortune, I wish I could be topless all the time!” she exclaimed.

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that.” I said with a hard swallow due to my dry mouth.

She shouldered off her straps and let the front of her nightie fall.

I saw, for the first time her bare breasts. They were evidently stretched and the shape was very unnatural, but I loved them. They were colossal.

She moved closer and sat on my camp bed. “You really think I look amazing then?” she asked honestly. It was so obvious that male affirmation meant everything to her. Her ex had really damaged her.

I’m going to fuck her again I resolved Escort Mavikent to myself.

“Absolutely amazing.” I said. “My mum has been a total bitch to you and if you want to get back at her, we’re in the right place.” I said bravely.

“You always were really nice to me.” she said. With that she lifted and took off her nightie. She was utterly naked on my camp bed.

“You can fuck me if you want to.”

I threw off my duvet, hastily grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. She put her legs either side of mine and I lifted, probing her cunt. To my joy she was dripping wet and once again my cock slid straight inside her. I pulled her down onto me, squashing her immense firm tits against my chest. She had turned herself into the perfect sexual fantasy, and I suspected her hunger for male affirmation had developed into some kind of nymphomania. I was her blood nephew yet with so little persuasion I had my cock inside her.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” I said as I started fucking her.

“You won’t get a woman my age pregnant babe.” was her answer.

It was too much. I shoved my cock up into her and groaned aloud as my balls were gripped by the invisible fist of orgasm and I shot volleys of cum into my sex-crazed aunt.

After my orgasm subsided, I put my arms around her and cuddled her, rolling my hips with my slackening cock still inside her.

She remained laid on top of me, gazing down at me. Her breasts were of such immense size she couldn’t lay her head on my shoulder. I gazed back at her.

“Sorry that was fast, like I said, you’re amazing.” I said.

“Now whenever I hear that sneer in your mum’s voice, I can just think to myself “Well I’m good enough for your son to fuck.” she said.

“I’m sure my dad would too, you’re the kind of woman every guy secretly wants to fuck, even though most wouldn’t dare admit it.” I said.

“Your dad has fucked me.” she announced. I looked at her in shock. “At your cousin’s wedding, he went to their room to get his wallet and I was just coming out of my room across the hall after getting changed. He came into my room and we chatted for a while. I could tell he sounded frustrated with your mother, so I gave him a hug. It turned into a kiss and suddenly I was on my back with his dick in me.

After, he pulled his dick out, zipped his pants up, said “Please don’t tell Tricia” and left.

I felt inwardly pleased for my dad, my mum was a bitter, cold woman and dad was quite fun and laid back. His sense of loyalty probably meant he felt guilty about fucking aunt Teresa, and I hoped it didn’t haunt him.

“This is nice.” she said, closing her eyes and smiling. “I haven’t been cuddled after sex in so long. Though it might be better on my king-size, what you think?”

“Hell yes.” I agreed.

She lifted and I watched her thick arse wiggle into her room, following close behind. My cock recovered as she lay herself across her huge bed, those ridiculous tits spreading as she lay back. Without a word I mounted her and shoved my cock back inside her. She gasped then wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my thighs with hers.

Her massive tits pressed against my chest as I began humping her.

I cursed myself as I felt my orgasm approaching again, Aunt Teresa was so fucking sexy I couldn’t fuck her at any speed other than glacial without cumming straight away.

I slowed my pace right down to enjoy her body more, slowly rocking my cock in and out of her.

“Mmmm, this is nice.” she moaned, enjoying the steady pace. I doubt she had had anything but the fast, hurried fucks she had received last night since her divorce.

“Last night I listened to those three guys fucking you.” I said to her as I rocked my hips.

“Sorry about that sugar.” she said, running a hand through my hair. I shook my head.

“Don’t be, I wanked myself silly to the sound.”

Aunt Teresa giggled. “Did you now?”

“And when they left… I came into your room. You had passed out.”

Aunt Teresa began moaning with excitement. “What did you do baby?”

“I…I got on top of you…” I gasped.

“You fucked me too?” she whimpered, nearing orgasm.

“I shoved my cock in you and came inside you, you woke up filled with the cum of four men.” I groaned.

“That’s a new record for me.” she whimpered as she began shuddering, her orgasm flushing through her.

I began humping frenziedly and soon felt my climax as I ejaculated in my aunt for a third time.

We lay together, gasping for breath as we recovered.

“I think you should stay here all summer.” Teresa said.

“Hell yes.” I agreed.

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Jane was nervous going through security, just the unfamiliarity of it all. And she was nervous checking in, settling into her seat, and when the plane finally took off. This was David’s third trip to Vienna in three months and he was more focused on work than anything else. With his calm presence and the steady, droning confinement of the airplane, Jane finally relaxed. A little red wine with her meal and she was ready for a nap. David was working through a steel sector analysis as Jane quietly curled up and gently rested her head on his shoulder, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

They looked like a typical couple, only she was looked a little older, maybe even old enough to be his mother. And she could be, except she was his mother’s older sister, his Aunt Jane. His smiled down at her as she shifted slightly in her tight airline seat. It was his mother’s idea to take along his aunt on this trip, to keep him company and to get Aunt Jane away for a little mini-vacation. A year had passed since Jane’s divorce and she needed some time away, even just a four day trip to Austria.

David worked for an investment bank, researching companies, doing preliminary inquiries, and beginning the long negotiation process before the lawyers and bankers stepped in. His company was interested in a small steel mill in Austria and he was trying to become a quick expert in heavy industry. He glanced up from his papers as the stewardess passed by with drinks for another passenger. She gave him a curt smile and he tried not to let his mind wander to what she might look like in his hotel room. With his aunt sleeping against his shoulder, he hardly looked or felt like the kind of guy who could pick up a stewardess. His aunt had surprised him, though, wearing a smart, but casual, outfit for the plane ride, looking quite attractive. Going through the airport, he had sensed more than a few glances at them as a couple, which he almost mentioned to her. He looked down at her hair and face, his eyes straying for just a moment down her chest and to her legs. “Not bad for 51, 52, maybe 53,” he said to himself. Then he shook his head clear. “My mom’s sister, Aunt Jane, what the hell am I thinking.”

The first two nights he worked until dinner, met her at the hotel, walked to a restaurant and chatted about family and travel and life and the news through a delicious meal. After dinner, Jane changed into her flannel pajamas, crossed the hall to his room, and watched his tv and chatted while he worked through his notes and explained parts of the negotiations to her. When David got out his laptop, Jane offered to rub his sore neck and shoulders. He laughed at first and she told him she was in strong shape and could give him a true deep shoulder rub if he let her. Jane was as good as her promise and David looked forward to the second night’s massage as much as he dreaded the work he had to do.

Jane’s hands were working on David’s neck and shoulders as he tried to type into his laptop, reaching back into his memory to capture the tone of what his notes said the other party’s lead negotiator had said. He closed his eyes, trying to reimagine the scene in the conference room and the way the man spoke into his coffee cup every time he mentioned supplier relations. With his eyes closed, his mind wandered a bit and he relaxed further into the hands rubbing his sore muscles. Jane’s hands worked over his neck and down his shoulders and he realized when he heard it that he moaned a little in appreciation. A wonderful woman massaging him, exactly what he needed. His mind worked up an image of a woman in one-piece black lingerie whispering into his ear as she rubbed his shoulders, imagined her long brownish red hair and her soft cheek bones, imagined her full and curvy and luscious body, her shaped held in tight by the satin and silk wrapped around her, bright green eyes, delicious lips. His mind was racing now, taking his body along with him. Jane’s questions startled him back into reality.

“Do you have much more to do? Or is this too distracting?”

“Oh, no, that feels great, but, yes, um, I do have more to do. Your hands are so relaxing I am afraid I would be asleep before I get any more of this done tonight.”

Jane bent down and kissed the top of his head, then released his shoulders and stepped back, saying, “Sleep well, don’t stay up too late, and meet me for breakfast at 9, ok?”

He smiled to her as she went to the door, “Of course, breakfast, 9am sharp.”

Later, much later, David lay in bed and let his mind wander back to the woman massaging his shoulders, the woman in the one-piece satin and silk lingerie, the woman with the brownish red hair. Without thinking he reached for his growing hardness and brought the image into clearer focus, imaging legs and hips and breasts and a soft neck and lovely face. And his eyes opened wide as he realized he was thinking of Jane, imaging his aunt in lingerie, massaging Düdenbaşı Escort his shoulders and coaxing him into bed. He looked down at his now solid maleness, feeling both incredibly turned-on and unsure, uncertain. After a few minutes of trying to think about work, trying to get his mind elsewhere, he turned on the TV, found a late night Europorn channel and watched mindless, plotless fucking until his mental images were littered with blonde German girls and hot Italian women.

For their last dinner in Vienna, Jane decided she should buy her nephew a gift. A thank-you gift, for the trip, for being a great nephew, for everything. She wanted to buy him a suit, but knew he had a tailor back home, so decided to find a nice jacket, shirt, and tie, something casual enough to wear to dinner, but for a nice dinner out. Going through the racks in the men’s department, Jane thought about his build, about the strength in his shoulders, neck, and arms that she felt last night giving him a massage. She imagined what he would look like in each jacket, taking her time with careful consideration. When she finally got to the counter, the saleswoman smiled and asked her something in German. Jane smiled back and answered in English, apologizing for not speaking German.

“Oh, madam, I just complimented you on your selections. Your special friend will certainly appreciate his gifts.”

Jane’s face flushed as she thought of David and started to tell the sales girl that her “special friend” was her nephew, but she stopped herself and just smiled. Walking out of the store, thinking about David, she wondered why she didn’t say anything, why she kept it to herself, almost like a secret, that her “special friend” was her sister’s son.

Coffee and a croissant for lunch, then Jane felt a little sexy, a little frisky and playful, a little like a girl getting ready for a big date. She had seen a small boutique near the hotel which specialized in lingerie and she decided she should wear something special tonight, too. Not just the dress she had saved for their last night in Vienna, but something special underneath. As soon as the thought crossed her mind — “something special for my special friend” — she blushed and felt a little unsure, uncertain how she could be thinking such things. Jane almost walked passed the lingerie store, then rationalized for a moment and stepped inside. “Something simple and black and suitable for an old lady like me,” she thought, and found just the right satin and silk piece in just her size.

Jane had saved a special dress for their last dinner in Vienna, a long black dress with a velvet top, cut just a bit low in the front. Underneath, the new black satin and silk lingerie. Jane looked at herself in the mirror, thinking she could lose a few more pounds and maybe her chest was not as large or prominent as it once had been, but she also hadn’t felt so sexy in a long time. David would certainly have an attractive date for the evening, maybe even turn a few heads. David had called when he was ready and suggested a drink in his room before they set off for dinner. She crossed the hall and watched his eyes roam all over her body when he greeted her. She felt sexy, wanted, desired, delicious, even if this was her nephew, it felt great to sense his obvious attraction to her.

David was nearly speechless, trying to making some small talk in his room and then quickly getting them out the door and into a taxi. His aunt Jane was stunning, in a beautiful black dress, her face seeming to glow even more this evening than usual. His immediately thought of kissing her and clawing through her dress and ravaging her and he knew they needed to get out in public quickly. At the restaurant, he watched her walk away from the table to the ladies room, admiring her every curve and silk smooth motions. When he looked away, an older guy at a nearby table caught his eye and gave him a wink. David smiled, then felt a little foolish. This was his Aunt Jane, his mother’s sister, and even though she was the most incredible woman in the restaurant, they were on the kind of date that ends with separate rooms and separate beds. And one aching hard-on.

A delicious dinner, a bottle of red wine, a shared chocolate desert, and they were off. Jane had enjoyed every minute of the meal: David’s attentiveness, his stories about traveling and work, his careful questions about her divorce, his ease with the German waitress, and the looks she got from other women around them. She was the center of this young handsome man’s attention and she loved it. And they had enough delicious food and wine to make them both relaxed and happy and completely at ease in each other’s company. They laughed about doing this kind of trip again soon.

In the taxi, David said the name of the hotel and Jane laughed and leaned up against him. “I am so glad you speak German, dear, or I would be Düdenbaşı Escort Bayan completely lost here.”

The cab driver said something, looking back at Jane and David as he started to drive. “What did he say, David?”

“He said we looked like two lovebirds, a perfect match.” David started to lean forward to explain to the driver that this was his aunt, not his date, but Jane put her hand on his arm and pulled him back.

“Don’t spoil it for him, dear, let him think we are a lovebird couple.” Jane laughed with a little conspiratorial giggle. David glanced at her, then told the driver, in German, “take the scenic route, not so directly, understand?” The driver nodded. Jane asked what he said and David laughed in his own conspiratorial way. “I just asked for a quiet ride.”

Jane sighed and leaned against him. He slid his arm around her and she shifted her hips, resting her head on his shoulders. “Don’t think I had too much wine, David,” she said, “This just feels so comfortable, gliding around Vienna with you.” David took one of her hands in his and rested his head on hers. “I know, I know.” She moved their hands to his leg. Jane took a deep breath and wondered if she had ever had such a completely perfect date in her life. David looked up at the taxi driver just as he glanced back and winked.

When they arrived at the hotel, Jane pulled herself up a little and smiled at David. “Such a pleasant evening.” Before the doorman could let the cold air in, David leaned into Jane and gave her a light kiss on the lips, then said, “Such a pleasant trip.” The door opened.

When the elevator door closed, she leaned over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “Thank you for a wonderful dinner.” David smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, saying, “And thank you for the new jacket and shirt.” Jane smiled and stepped back a little. “No ‘thank you’ for the tie?” He laughed and went to kiss her again just as the elevator stopped. They looked at each as the door opened.

She laughed and started down the hall, her mind racing. Was she flirting, was she seducing, how could she seduce him, this wasn’t a movie, this wasn’t a pretend date, this was really her nephew, this was really the man who just enchanted and charmed her for the entire evening and who arms and chest felt so strong and comfortable and who kissed slowly and softly and she knew he was watching her every step down the hall.

David stared at his Aunt Jane, in her glorious black dress with her deliciously round ass and the soft sway of her hips. He closed his eyes for a half second and imagined her kneeling above him, her full breasts swaying above his lips. He caught up to her as they reached his door.

“Come inside for a glass of port, to round out the evening, the perfect after dinner drink.”

“My dear, David, you are such a gentleman, maybe a bit of port would be just right.”

Inside, he poured their drinks while she opened the curtains and looked out over the balcony into Vienna’s night. “Beautiful,” she said. Yes, you are, he thought as he handed her a glass.

He stood behind and bent down slowly, lightly pressing his lips to her bare shoulder. She sipped her port and stared straight ahead. “How long have you wanted this to happen?” he asked.

“This what?” she asked, smiling just a little and tilting her head slightly. For a moment, David was unsure, thinking maybe he had gone just a little too far. Their kisses had been just soft kisses so far, suggestive, yes, but nothing more. Then she leaned back just a little, letting her shoulders come back to meet his kisses. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nibbled her neck and said, “why don’t you tell me exactly what you think, what you want to happen next.” She sighed and rested one arm on his, taking a long sip of port before she started talking quietly.

“I have thought about they way your lips would taste and imagined your eyes closed as your lips met mine. I have thought about your hands running through my hair and pulling my face closer to yours, your lips pressing more urgently against mine.” He nibbled and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, revealing for the first time the black silk and satin lingerie beneath. She kept talking, almost a half-whisper, “I have thought about your hands linked together with mine, slowly exploring, slowly touching.” He slipped the dress down her arms. “I have watched your hands and imagined them touching me, massaging me.” His fingers pressed her dress down over her waist and over her hips and down her legs. He was amazed by the sight of her in the exact black satin and silk he had imagined. His growing hard-on was aching in his pants.

“David, David?”

“Yes?” His teeth bit into her neck as his fingers ran up and down the length of her soft legs. “David, I have wanted you deep inside me, David.” He groaned and pressed his Escort Düdenbaşı hips against her, letting her feel how hard he was, how much he wanted to be inside her. She closed the curtains. “Yes, David, yes. Please.”

Jane reached behind her, set the port down on a desk, and pulled David hard against her, pressing her ass back against him. Everything felt so good. His strong arms. His soft kisses and bites. His cock pressed between her ass. He mind raced with the thought, “his cock.” But even what she was saying felt good, just to say it, to say the words out loud and hear what she had been thinking and wanting. She felt him unbuckle his pants and step out of them, then press himself against her again. She leaned her head back. “Kiss my neck again, dear, please.” His hands wandered over her hips and massaged her thighs, then shot up strong across her belly and nestled under each breast. And she started talking again. “When I massaged your neck I thought about kissing you, massaging you all over, running my hands down your back and legs.” His fingers reached between her thighs and unclasped her lingerie. She let out a low slow moan as his fingers felt how warm she was. “When I sat across from you at breakfast, I thought about waking up next to you and resting my leg across yours, feeling your nakedness next to me.” His fingers slowly parted her legs and gently cupped the soft mound of her pussy. He shifted against her ass, moving his hardened cock against the fabric of her lingerie. “When I put on my dress tonight I imagined you taking it off me, your hands ripping it off my body in a fit of pure lust.”

She moaned as his fingers danced across her pussy lips, just grazing her wetness, carefully exploring. She wanted to press his fingers into her, push her ass back against him, feel his tongue on her lips, her breasts, her pussy. She tried to say everything all at once, then just nuzzled back against him, her legs feeling weaker. “Keep talking to me, Jane,” he growled, and his fingers slipped along the outside of her pussy lips, pressing them together.

She wrapped fingers around his and gently led their hands in a slow stroke along the length of her pussy, pressing against her lips but not yet diving into her. With her other hand she reached back and felt for his cock. He bit hard on her neck as her fingers found him, then he growled again, “talk to me, Jane. Talk to me, Aunt Jane.”

Hearing the word “aunt” made her fingers push his in between her pussy lips finally, snaking and sliding into her deepness. They both groaned a little then she started talking again, still guiding his fingers with her, moving them faster and deeper now. “David, David, David, I need your fingers, I need your kisses, I need your mouth, oh…” David slowed down their fingers and started slowly pressing just one of her fingers and one of his past the very edge of her opening, teasingly slipping inside and slipping out. “Tell me everything you want, Aunt Jane.”

She felt her body melting onto their hands, not sure she could still stand up. His cock was pressed against her ass, her cheeks opening for him. She wanted him, everywhere, now. “When you kissed me, David, when you kissed me in the elevator…” She suddenly pushed two of his fingers deep inside her, bending over just slightly, letting his cock slide a little closer against her ass. “That kiss was it. I knew I had to fuck you, I had to fuck you, oh, fuck, David.” He bit her neck hard and she felt all her energy, all her feeling, every ounce of her body seem to rush between her legs. “I need your cock, David, my David, I need your…”

“Jane, I need to be inside you, fuck, I need to be inside you now.”

“No, David, no, just, oh, fuck, just keep, oh, cum with me, David.” She bent a little lower with each thrust of his fingers deeper into her pussy. He couldn’t hold back much longer, his cock near bursting, his eyes soaking in Jane’s beautiful ass as she fucked his fingers. “David, David, I am cumming now…” He held her up with one hand, pressed three fingers deeper into her sloppy wet pussy. “David, fuck, yes, your cock, I need…”

He exploded. His cock fired streams of white cum all over her soft ass and her black lingerie, the warm liquid goo landing all over them both, running down their legs, between her ass cheeks. She reached back and pressed his hips hard against her to feel the last burst of cum pulse through his cock. Jane’s body shook and writhed on its own, just moving to move against him. He looked down and smiled, the mess he had made all over her incredible ass.

She turned quickly, trapping his still hard cock between them. Jane looked straight into her nephew’s eyes, and said, “David, I think I need a long shower.” Then, finally, she reached up with both hands, held his face, and gave him a deep, long kiss, her tongue teasing him, her smiling finally overcoming their mouths. “I will join you in just a minute,” he said.

A few minutes later, David stepped into the shower as Jane soaked in the hot water. “What took so long, dear?”

“I had to make two calls.” Jane was a little surprised, but saw the smile on his face. “I changed our hotel and our flight reservations. We are here for the weekend, Jane. Right here.”

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*All Character’s are eighteen and over

Pacing back and forth in front of the huge reflective window of her office Stephanie nodded, opened her mouth and tried once again interrupt the fast talking Spanish interpreter. With a sigh she pressed her lips together and shook her head when he just kept going on, enamored with the sound of his own voice. Preying for patience she made the odd sound of acknowledgment and waited for the moment he would shut up long enough for her to finish explaining the classifications to the client.

One eye on the clock Stephanie picked at a loose thread at the hem of her grey skirt, cocked her hip and rested back against the window. Rolling her eyes she listened to the man tell her for the third time, in five minutes, that the shipment was wood and would be classified as such. Then he took a breath.

Stephanie jumped right in, turning to looked out into the city as she spoke. “Any other material added to the wood–in this case metal–changes the classification. I don’t make the rules Mr. Larsoni. Arguing with me won’t change the fact that the shipment won’t clear customs if the papers aren’t done right.”

Teeth pressed into her tongue Stephanie rolled her shoulders along the window and straightened her back against it. Pushing her spiked heels into the carpet she dropped her head, stretching some tension out of her spine. The man blabbered on. Stephanie rubbed her neck while she lifted her head.

The conversation in her ear was going nowhere. She could hear the client trying to interrupt now. Pointless, the translator was on a new mission and it had little to do with either of them. Stephanie just didn’t care anymore. Her eyes were on the clock over her door, watching the second hand as it took its sweet assed time getting to the twelve.

Eager for the moment she could take her Bluetooth out of her ear and toss it in her purse; it took a moment for the form standing in the doorway to register. At first she thought she was dreaming. The week had been long, stressful. It was quite possible that her mind had snapped.

With a crooked grin he took a step forward, then another. “Hey Steph.”

Done with trying to get her mind to register his presence Stephanie rushed forward and fell into his arms. “Colin! My god Colin you’re home!”

An irate voice shouted out unintelligible Spanish in her ear. Stephanie pulled the Bluetooth from her ear and let it fall to the worn grey carpet. Hands wrapped around Colin’s broad forearms Stephanie stepped back and let her eyes pass over him, drinking him in, relief sending hot tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Miss me?” Colin laughed when she answered with a dozen kisses spread over his face. Pulling her against him he hugged her tight. “You almost done here?”

Swiping away her tears with her palms Stephanie grinned. “I am now.”

Colin’s hands slid from her waist to her ass. He pulled her hard against him, his lips sliding down her throat making her groan. “Good. Because I really missed you.”

Stephanie was tempted, very tempted. Feeling him hard against her belly made closing the door and letting him take her on her desk seem like a very good idea. Instead she forced her mind from pleasure to practicality. Too many people here knew Colin. They’d been so careful with their secret. Risking exposure now in a moment of passion would be foolish.

Besides, she’d most definitely lose her job if she got caught having sex in her office. The fact that she was overwhelmed with joy at his return might be considered. If only he wasn’t her brother.

With firm resolve Stephanie cleared her throat and jerked her chin pointedly towards her curious co-workers, lingering in the hall. A forced smile on her lips she bent down and plucked her Bluetooth off the floor. “I thought you weren’t scheduled for leave for another four months.”

Shoving his hands in the pockets of his fatigues Colin shrugged. “They’re pulling some of the reserves out early. I got lucky, mine was the first to get a return to unit. Debriefing took two weeks. Woulda called to let you know I was coming home but…” With a wide grin he reached out and ruffled her hair. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Stephanie ducked away from him and tried to straighten the mess he’d made of her updo. Accepting it as a lost cause she pulled the pins from her rich brown hair and let in fall in soft waves around her face. “You surprised me alright. I’m gonna get in so much trouble.”

The crooked grin was back. Colin reached for her hair again, his voice husky, hungry. “Get in trouble huh? I like the sound of that.”

Evading his touch Stephanie backed out of reach, grabbing her purse off her desk while keeping her eyes on her brother. “I’m sure you do.” Taking his hand she tugged him out the door. “It’ll have to wait though.”

Colin scowled. “What the hell for?”

Stephanie slammed her hand on the button to call the elevator and waved over at one of her co-workers, shaking her head when it looked Fener Escort like he would come over. Colin’s tone had given the impression that she needed to be saved from his temper. Little did they know–or need to know–that it was just the frustration of a horny soldier lashing out.

Keeping her voice low, internally begging for the elevator to hurry, Stephanie leaned close to her brother. “Will you keep it down! It has to wait because I’m throwing Ashley a party for her eighteenth birthday. I know it’s two months late but…”

The subject of their little sister sobered Colin instantly. Giving her some space he looked up to watch the red numbers, marking the passing floors, ascend. “How’s she doing?”

The gleaming metal doors slid open. Stephanie followed her brother inside. “She’s doing good. Mom’s still raving about how nicely her long hair covers all the scars.”

Colin ground his teeth. “She’d know that if she’d bothered visiting.”

Stephanie shrugged and let an awkward silence fall between them, She didn’t know what to say. Bringing up their mother had been a bad idea, but there was no way to take it back now.

Thankfully the silence only lasted until they were settled in Colin’s jeep. Pulling into the busy rush hour traffic Colin cleared his throat and glanced over at her. “I can’t picture Ashley with long hair.”

Stephanie frowned at her brother’s profile as he fixed his eyes on the road. “I sent pictures.”

Colin’s jaw tensed. “I never looked at them.”

Angry. She should be angry. Unlike their mother she had gone to visit Ashley, once a week in fact, and taken the time after every visit to write Colin to let him know how she was doing. Every new development was relayed with careful attention to detail, wanting to keep the hope alive, hope that their sister would one day wake.

It was impossible to even feel the least bit disgruntled about Colin’s admission. Much as seeing Ashley in a coma had hurt Stephanie, it was nothing compared to the guilt Colin felt. Misplaced guilt, to say the least, but it was there nonetheless.

Colin blamed himself for Ashley being in the car. A car driven by one of his friends, a friend Ashley had been seeing for months. Colin hadn’t been crazy about the relationship but resolved not to interfere. Bob wasn’t a bad guy, just a little…wild at times. Assured of his friend’s regard for Ashley he’d watched from the sidelines, prepared to pick up the pieces if it ended badly.

Ashley never should have been at the party. Colin was five years older than her, which made the crowd he hung with much too old for his sixteen year old sister. Bob was only eighteen, but no one ever questioned his presence. Which meant his girlfriend was accepted without contest.

Grudgingly watching his sister all night Colin had been relieved when Bob had decided she’d had a bit too much to drink and was bringing her home. With a distracted wave he’d gone upstairs with the first willing female he could get his hands on. Never once had he thought on how much alcohol Bob had consumed.

The call. Stephanie had been the one to make it. She’d left him a vague message when his voicemail picked up, telling him only that there’d been an accident and he should get to the hospital as soon as he got the message. It was hours before he did.

While his friend died he’d been having wild sex with a stranger. While his sister had slipped into a coma, fragments of bone driven into her brain from the impact of the crash, he’d been drinking and laughing with the guys.

The image of that night would be forever engraved in Stephanie’s skull. The look of horror on Colin’s face when Stephanie had tearfully told him about the accident. Their father punching him in the mouth, blaming him, held back by security when he tried to go for his son again.

It echoed through her mind, even now. The words. You are dead to me.

After Ashley’s accident their world had fallen apart. Their father left. Their mother, off on a photo shoot in Rome, stayed there. Stephanie and Colin were alone, struggling to fend for themselves and make all the important decisions concerning their sister. The money was gone and Colin dropped out of college to work in a local refinery to pay for the medical bills.

The siblings savings went to paying for their sister’s stay at the aftercare center. Stephanie’s scholarship, a godsend, took care of her own school expenses. Unfortunately there just wasn’t enough money for her to take more than a few years for customer service.

Colin blamed himself, for all of it. Stephanie liked to think the bond they’d developed made a difference, gave him some peace, but in the end even that hadn’t been enough. A chance meeting with an old friend that served in the marines and Colin enlisted. Months later and he was deployed.

It was a cruel twist of fate that Ashley woke when Colin was stationed overseas. For two months she’d been awake, recovering in leaps and bounds Fener Escort Bayan and Colin couldn’t return. But now, now he was back. Now he would see that although Ashley had lost two years of her life, had been through a terrible accident, it was over now and he could begin to forgive himself. It took awhile before Stephanie realized the car wasn’t moving. Blinking out of the memories she’d lost herself to she turned her head and flushed to see the way her brother was looking at her. They were parked in front of their parent’s house. All the neighbors knew them well. There’d be no mistaking what that look meant if anyone were to see it.

Arching a brow Stephanie waited until Colin cleared the lust from his eyes before speaking. “You’ve got to stop that.”

Giving her a sheepish grin Colin shrugged. “I told you I missed you.”

Stephanie made a face. “Ya. You missed part of me.”

Colin groaned. “Oh don’t be like that.” Putting the car in park he dropped his arm on the back of her seat. “I was hoping for a warm welcome. So sue me.” He stroked his fingers along the side of her neck. “Sure you can’t spare your big brother a bit of time to give him a proper home-cumming.”

Stephanie shoved him and laughed. “Yes I’m sure. Mom took Ashley out shopping. I have to make sure everything’s ready before they get back.”

With a heavy sigh Colin moved his arm. Drumming his hands on the steering wheel he shook his head, then ran his hand through his almost nonexistent dark hair. “Fine. Let’s get it done.”

Smiling Stephanie lurched forward and hugged him. “Really? You mean you’ll stay for the party?”

Using the opportunity to slip his hand under her shirt and palm her ample breast Colin buried his face in her hair and nodded. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Stephanie scooted back and pushed his hand away, giving him a disapproving frown as she straightened her crisp white shirt. “Stop it. And yes, I know you don’t speak to mom except for calls at Christmas and mother’s day. I also know you haven’t spoken to dad since…”

Colin scowled. “Dad’s coming?”

Biting her lip Stephanie nodded, sure Colin would change his mind.

Sucking his teeth Colin gripped down on the steering wheel. With a heavy exhale he moved his head slowly up and down. “What the fuck. I’m doing this for Ashley. If he doesn’t like it, too bad.”

Stephanie watched him leave the jeep, a lump building in her throat. She wasn’t sure what scared her more. The fact that the animosity between father and son would ruin her sister’s surprise party, or the possibility that forgiveness would be withheld and someone would get hurt.

Either way it couldn’t be helped. Stephanie wouldn’t stop Colin from coming, and even if she wanted to she couldn’t keep her father away. All there was left to do was prey for another miracle.

The second she thought it she took it back. She wouldn’t ask for another. The one they’d been given was more than enough.

* * *

The house hadn’t changed. Finished with helping Stephanie set up the decorations–enough to make the bottom floor looked like it had been doused in Pepto-Bismol–Colin took a bit of time to look around on his own. He wasn’t all that surprised. His father didn’t live here anymore and his mother was usually abroad, which meant there was no one left to make any changes. Which was good, he supposed, Ashley needed a familiar place to call home.

It was hard, trying to picture his little sister here. All he could see beyond the vision of her lying broken in the hospital bed was the playful little sprite who’d shorn her hair to irritate their mother. The beautiful mahogany tresses had been reduced to tiny spikes, which looked adorable with her pixie face. It certainly hadn’t distracted from her beauty.

Colin remembered her smile, remembered the way she used to tag along with him at every given opportunity. It had grated him then, always having her around. After the accident he would have given anything for her to do it again.

Pushing aside the dour musings Colin pondered on what he could do to prepare for the party. Replacing his beige fatigues was out of the question. There wasn’t time to go to his hotel room for his suitcase. The best he could do was wash up a bit and maybe shave off some scruff. He grinned at the thought. Steph always liked his face smooth when he slid it between her thighs anyway.

Heading for the bathroom Colin took his dagger from his boot. All he needed was a bit of soap. Shaving with a well honed blade was an art he’d perfected in Iraq. A few quick swipes and his face would been smooth, smooth enough for kissing and sucking and…

Colin stood, frozen in the doorway of the bathroom. Through the transparent curtain, fogged with heat, he could see her. She was lathering up her stomach, humming to herself, oblivious to his presence.

He knew he should back out, close the door softly and leave her to her blissful ignorance. He couldn’t do Escort Fener it. Her name left his lips before he could stop it. “Ashley.”

Dropping the sudsy luffa Ashley whipped her head towards him. She gasped and pushed the curtain out of the way. “Colin!”

She half leapt from the shower, slipping on the wet tile. Colin dropped his knife, surged forward and caught her. Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling and crying.

Colin stroked her back, slick with water and hushed her. Pressing his lips to her soaked hair he took a moment just to feel the vitality of her. She was so alive, so vibrant.

So naked.

Clearing his throat Colin reached out and grabbed a towel from a hook behind the door, draping it around her. “Whatcha doing home kiddo? I thought you were shopping with mom?”

Adjusting the towel so she was fully concealed Ashley shrugged. “One of her models had an emergency. Mom had to go.” she cocked her head and gave him an irreverent smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be surprised.”

Colin’s lip twisted wryly. “Don’t think there’s much point of that. I’m sure Steph heard you scream.”

Ashley took another, smaller towel from a shelf by the sink and scrubbed it through her hair. “Naw. You can’t hear nothing from the kitchen. Hell, you can have sex in the hallway and no one would know unless they were standing right here.”

Eyes wide, mouth dry, dick hard Colin stared at his sister. Then he got mad. “How the hell would you know that?”

Draping the wet towel over the sink Ashley gave him an odd look and then flushed. “Not ’cause of anything I’ve done. Mom and dad made up a few nights ago…in the hallway,” she grimaced. “If I had heard them before hand I might not be scarred for life.”

“Ah.” Colin didn’t know what to say. His mother and father fucking wasn’t a mental image he wanted.

Ashley giggled. “You should see the look on your face.” her eyes traveled down to his chest. She tugged her lip between her teeth. “Shit. I’m sorry. I was all wet and I got you soaked.”

Colin felt as though large hands had encircled his throat and were squeezing down. He licked his lips, letting his eyes roam. Strands of hair, almost black while wet, clung to her slender, pale shoulders. Her breast, smaller than her sisters but still enough to be a hand full, pressed against the white cloth of the tightly bound towel. Her legs. God her legs were so long.

A snap of fingers brought his eyes back to her face. “Hey. What’s up with you?”

Taking a deep breath Colin forced a smile. “Nothing. I’m just happy.” saying it reminded him of how grateful he truly was, grateful to have her back, awake and well. “Come here.”

Ashley went willingly into his arms, accepting his need to hold her, needing to be held. Colin tried to keep his thoughts on gratitude, on how wonderful it was to be able to hold her again. Hard as he tried they drifted back to how it had felt to have her pressed naked against him. So innocent, so trusting. With a bit of work…

Angry with himself Colin released Ashley and put some distance between them. It was bad enough that she’d lost two years of her life because of him. Now to top it off he was thinking of using her?

Wasn’t gonna happen.

Resolved to enjoy the party and then, when the time was right convince Steph to show him her apartment–most importantly her bed–Colin made a vague motion from Ashley to her room. “You should get dressed. I don’t know who’s been invited but…”

Ashley nodded curtly and cut him off. “Oh everyone I’m sure. Now that I look normal again everyone will want to see me, tell me how much they preyed for me, tell me that they never gave up hope.” She smiled suddenly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I should get dressed. Wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone by looking any less than my best.”

Colin watched her turn. He wanted to stop her, to tell her she was wrong. He didn’t. She wasn’t and he wouldn’t lie to her. He had years to make up for and being anything less than honest wasn’t a good way to start.

In her open doorway Ashley stopped and glanced back. “I know you gave up Colin. I know and I understand. I don’t blame you. I’m just glad giving up didn’t get you killed.” she took a deep breath and met his eyes. “I don’t blame you.”

When the door closed Colin bent down slowly and grabbed his knife. Hands too shaky to even consider shaving he turned away from the bathroom, stuffed his knife in his boot, swallowed and took several measured breaths. Making his way to the stairs he slid down the wall and sat on them, trying to clear what felt like a rock in his throat.

She didn’t blame him. He hadn’t missed the meaning, or the verity behind it. Not only did he not need to beg her forgiveness, she’d decided there was no fault to forgive.

Colin didn’t know if he believed that. Right then and there what he believed didn’t matter. Only Ashley mattered. Ashley’s trust, her acceptance and her love–even if he received it from no one else it didn’t matter. If no one was left on earth save him and his two sisters he’d be a happy man.

Head dropped back hard against the wall Colin groaned. Imagining himself with both his sister’s was a very bad idea. His hands had been full with one before enlisting. Both?

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Hi friends and this is Deepak and this story happened long back but still fresh in my mind. I am originally from small suburbs of Mumbai. Approximately 2.3 hours away from Mumbai city. My dad owns a small shop in our town and mom is housewife.

It all began when I completed my 12th from our local suburb college and secured 90% in 12th. I was 18 that time. I decided to go to one of the top colleges in Mumbai and due to my high percentile even I got into one of them. But now question arises how could i travel from my home to college daily?

It was almost 2.5-3 hours daily single journey. My mom suggested if we can ask her sister who lived in Mumbai about this situation. Because mom’s sister – Radha aunty and Ramesh uncle had a very nice flat in Mumbai just nearby from my college when Ramesh uncle and Radha aunty came to our house to congratulate me they realized our problem.

But Ramesh uncle told my father why are in worries Deepu’s father. Deepu can surely stay with us as long as he wants. It’s our pleasure to help such a talented boy like Deepu and anyways our house has extra empty bedroom where he can easily stay and even me too due to my merchant navy job most of the time stay away from home.

So Deepu can easily accommodate in our house! My mom dad overwhelmed with his and aunty’s response. We all were happy around one week before college start date I went shifted to Radha aunty’s flat in town. Radha aunty and Ramesh uncle were very pleasant couple. They had 18 year boy who used to stay in convent school hostel away from the city and a recent 9 month old baby.

I once heard mom was talking to my father how after so many years Radha aunty gave birth to a child again. Radha aunty was younger to my mom and was approximately 47 years old. Their son Vikas used to come to visit them only in summer vacation in May each year. I think maybe they must be missing him hence uncle aunty readily asked me to stay with them.

They were treating me just like their son. After just two-three days uncle went on his job and told us that he will now return only after a month. It was June’s second week and even my college started. It was a early morning college from 7 am till 1 pm.

Radha aunty was very religious and traditional person. Despite living in a cosmopolitan city I have never seen her wearing any modern cloths. She always used to wear descent sarees even though she was into her late 40’s she looked beautiful.

Naturally tall she had a decent body structure and her face was very beautiful and fair. I have never seen her without her Mangalsutra,Bangles and sindoor in her hair partition. Always polite and smily I always felt like she looks like one the goddesses from mythological TV serials.

Her overall personality was absolutely respectable. Most of the time in house she either used to do house chores and taking care of her newborn baby or doing religious enchanting in front of god. When I used to come home from college in the afternoon we used to have lunch together.

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I found all my under wears are still wet. I just got bit confused as i had to attend practical exam that day. Radha aunty already freshened up by that time and was doing religious prayer that time.

I always used to appreciate that no matter what she always used to wake up at 5 in the morning and used to spend 2-3 hours in prayers. Somehow aunty saw my confusion and she stopped prayer in between and asked “Deepu beta what happened?

Why are you not getting ready for college? I replied Aunty problem is that my all inner wears are wet Aunty replied “Oh , this hell monsoon wait let me check if i can find your uncle’s under wear and she broke her prayer in between and went to bedroom.

After 5 minutes she came back with sad face saying “Oh dear and I guess your uncle took all his garments with him so couldn’t find any. I replied no worries aunty for today I can just wear jeans and go to college and I went to my bedroom in a minute Radha aunty knocked my door and came in.

I was combing my hear. She told me “Deepu beta its already cold out there, if you go out only on jeans its not good. Does one thing for today you wear my inner wear and go and she handed over me her panty. It was jet black and all satin.

But main problem was it was absolutely small. Aunty said further “Deepu, sorry beta, i know its little short for you. But this is the largest size all i have rest all my panties are smaller than this one. So please bear this and she immediately went out.

I was in surprised and that moment was in a hurry to go to college so did not think a much and just wore it. Shit it was barely covering my crouch and very small. From backside most of the panty slide into my ass slit. Not covering my bums at all. But satin feeling was very nice. I just rushed to college after that.

I almost forgot that incident. It was strange but i thought she had offered me her panties out of care. Days passed one day due to holiday I was at home. Postman came with letter. I took it and went to aunty’s bedroom but oh gosh she was feeding her baby.

I mistakenly saw her one of the boob’s shape. I just turned back myself but aunty said “Deepu, please read the letter. Let me hear it” I tuned up and read the letter to her just glanced to her while reading letter. Aunty was not minding my presence and just kept on feeding her baby.

Again i saw that huge bubble covered by baby’s head. Felt really weird but then as soon as letter reading was complete i ran out of the room. It was a mixed feeling. At one moment i was feeling embarrassed to think about aunty’s boob and other moment i was getting hard on aunty’s huge boob glimpses i Çarşı Escort Bayan saw.

One afternoon while coming back from college it started raining heavily and due to wind my umbrella broke. By the time i reached home I was totally wet and shivering with absolute cold. Aunty opened the door and got scared to see me in such bad shape.

She immediately took me to bathroom and asked to remove wet cloths and she ran to bring me warm cloths. She came back with towel and sweater and told me Deepu beta and I could not find your pant at all. I somehow replied with shiver yes because yesterday only I put them all in washing machine.

So all must be wet Aunty replied oh dear ok you first get dry yourself but after that i guess i felt dizzy and don’t remember after that. I guess i must have fall unconscious. I remember i woke up find myself on bed. Aunty was sitting beside me and was rubbing balm on my forehead.

I opened my eyes aunty took a sigh of relief and said thanks god Deepu, you woe up. I was very worried and she smiled.” I now came to the world saw i was wearing very thick sweater. But a bottom i was feeling very open strange feeling. So i moved my head down and tried to check. Gosh!!

I was absolutely naked at bottom. My penis was juicy hanging semi-hard at one side and balls are spread in between my legs. I screamed oh shit aunty sorry I am not wearing anything down. Aunty smiled and said dont worry beta! I have seen you thousands of time naked when you were newborn! Don’t be shy.

You are just like my son Vikas and she went to kitchen to prepare soup for me. It was extremely embarrassing for me to face such scenario. I never thought about this. But somehow I tried to forget this incident and moved on. Many days passed everything was normal.

Radha aunty was absolutely immaculate in her behaviour and I also concentrated myself in studies. July passed my unit test exams were at the corner. Ramesh uncle called up saying he will be late by 2 more months. Aunty was pretty upset that day.

Coming weekend was our neighbours’ daughter’s wedding scheduled on Friday night they had Mehandi ceremony and they invited Radha aunty. Radha aunty was already upset and was thinking of skipping ceremony but then I insisted her to attend it.

Radha aunty was not sure as her daughter was still young. But then i convinced her that she should go at least for few hours and meanwhile I wil keep an eye on her daughter. So finally on Friday night Radha aunty around 9 pm made her baby sleep and came to my room.

I was studying. She knocked the door and came in. Oh she was looking very beautiful. Aunty was wearing beautiful pink saree and all ornaments and subtle make up. She told me “Deepu , baby is sleeping now. I hope she won’t wake up. I am little worried as she has not drank much milk today!

I told her don’t worry aunty I will take care of baby Aunty went. Fortunately next 2-3 hours baby did not wake up. Around 11-11:30 pm aunty came back home. Çarşı Escort She was looking very happy and relaxed. Her both hand were full of Mehandi. I admired her beautiful mehandi

Aunty was very pleased and said “You know Mehandi artist told me to keep this mehandi at least for 2 more hours to dry before wash it off and she was describing overall fun they had during ceremony suddenly we heard a cry from bedroom. Aunty realized that was a baby’s cry.

Aunty screamed and ran to bedroom “Oh my god, baby must have woken up” I could hear aunty was trying to put baby on sleep every possible way. But baby’s cry became louder and louder after 10-15 minutes aunty came to hall where I was watching TV and hurriedly said.

Deepu and I think baby is hungry and wont sleep unless she feeds on milk. Unfortunately bottled milk is all wasted hence i have to feed the baby! I wondered why she is telling me all this. Aunty must have realized that Deepu beta, problem is that my both hands are full with Mehandi, so i just cannot unbutton my blouse.

I need your help in doing so! I was aghast to hear that. For a moment i was just standstill but i guess Aunty must have became impatient due to baby’s louder cry. She yelled at me “Ohhhh!! for god’s sake come on Deepu and just help me unbotton!

I quickly stood like a robot and said ok aunty tell me what to do??” aunty replied “Ok first remove pin my saree pallu attached to my shoulder and then unhook my blouse from bottom” I removed the should pin and her pink saree pallu fall down.

All i can see now 2 big mounds packed in her pink laced blouse. I slowly started unhooking her blouse hooks from bottom. After last hook her blouse just split opened totally and i can now see aunty in her black tight bra. Her boobs were so big that bra was absolutely tight and somehow fitted. Aunty replied

Ok good now do one thing pull up one of my bra cup.” I said ok without looking at her and touched her left bra cup. It was all soft feeling. I got totally hard on as first time i was touch woman’s boob. With pressure i lifted her bra cup and banged he left boob just fall down and started hanging on air.

My gosh! It was just like giant watermelon and had dark brown nipple on it. Nipple was absolutely pointed aunty did not cared for me. She ran away to bedroom as soon as her boob hung out. After 20 minutes she came out relieved and smiling. Her left boob was still hanging out openly.

She sat beside me and thanked me for all my help. And said “Deepu, You are really helpful. Can you please now put my boob into my bra please? ” I was shocked to hear that. I said nothing just sat facing her on sofa and grabbed her left boob whoh it was huge and soft.

By other hand I lifter her bra cup and started pushing her boob inside. It was fun to grope the boob. I even deliberately touched her nipples also. Shit I just realized me just cum in my pants. Somehow I pushed her boob inside her bra and hooked her blouse and ran to my room to clean up myself.

Since that incident I realized that even of my aunty is like a mom to me. She has opened up my sexual feeling about her. Maybe she did not deliberately did it but as a matter of fact it’s now clear in my mind that I now want my aunty at any cost. Now I have to do something to progress further!

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Ayhan da sikini ağzıma soktu.
Üç yarrak birden yiyordum.
Bana pompalamaya başladılar, ben ise zevkten uçuyordum.
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Kabul ettiler ve bir saat sonra travesti ile geldiler.

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Chapter 12 – The Wedding

The wedding was driving Leroy insane. All his sisters, plus the sister-n-laws and girlfriends, were driving Leroy nuts. They wanted this type of wedding and then that type, they weren’t taking any suggestions from him of what Dave and he would like. Dave and Leroy just wanted to get married, now he wished he wouldn’t have opened his big mouth of saying that a traditional type wedding would be fun. He should have went with Dave up to the courthouse, married and got it over with.

They decided on Saturday, October 25th to get married. They have filed for the married license and found a friend that can officiate over the ceremony. So everything was falling in place if Leroy would just get his sisters to listen to him.

Dave and Leroy both decided right away that they were writing their own vows, they had been dreaming of this for so long. They wanted it to mean something more to them, than to just recite the traditional vows.

Dave walked into the family room and smiled, he could see how frustrated Leroy was becoming. He was hoping that the added stress that his sisters were putting on him, wasn’t going to cause Leroy to have a seizure. Leroy looked up at Dave, threw his hands up in the air, gave up and walked out of the room.

Dave followed him. “Babe, just tell them, you don’t want help.”

“And piss Allison off, along with the others and your sister. Hell, just be glad they don’t have one of us in a fucking dress.”

Dave pulled Leroy into a hug. “I love you Leroy, calm down we don’t need you getting too worked up about this. Let me talk to them, let me see if I can get through to them, on what we want.”

“Have at it, I’m going for a walk.” Leroy kissed Dave and walked out of the house.

Dave walked back into the family room and sat down; he watched them all bicker for a bit and then he spoke up. “Can I please interject?” Dave waited a minute until he had all their attention. “Have you even listened to Leroy?”

“Dave, we have, but we want to make this special for the two of you.” Allison spoke for the group.

“Allison, even if we stood in front of a doll and expressed our love to one another, knowing we are getting married is more than special enough. Please simplify it, we love everything that you all are doing, but it doesn’t need to be that elaborate. Also, I’m worried about Leroy, I hope he isn’t stressing too bad about this.”

“Sorry Dave, I know you two want it simple, I promise we will try, but…”

“Please Allison, simplify it and don’t stress Leroy out, I don’t want him having a seizure.” Dave looked at them again. “I’m going to go look for Leroy, and take him to lunch. Then please can you listen to what we want.”

“We will try.” Allison responded.

Dave left the house, he drove up and down the streets until he found Leroy and asked him to get in the car. When Leroy settled in the seat beside Dave, Dave reached for Leroy’s hand bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. “I love you, Leroy. I’m sorry that I have left you with dealing with the women, I should have helped a little more than just today.”

“I love you too, but they’re going to be the death of me. You won’t have anyone to marry, if they push me just a little further.” Leroy smiled at Dave. “Who am I kidding, I would drag myself up the aisle from my grave, just to marry you.”

Dave just smiled and squeezed Leroy’s hand as he headed towards the diner. “I thought we could have some lunch alone before I headed into work.”

“Thank you, for keeping me out of the bitchfest for a bit longer.” Leroy lean over and kissed Dave before they both exited the car.

*****

With lunch finished, Dave showered and dressed for work. Leroy had been staying away from the family room but when Dave walked out the door, he knew he couldn’t keep avoiding everyone, so he walked back in and sat down.

“Leroy, we are sorry.” Allison spoke again for the group. “We haven’t been listening to what Dave and you want, and we are sorry for it. Please tell us now, and we will work on what you want for now on.”

Leroy smiled and proceeded to tell them what they would prefer. Dave and he had laid in bed almost every night discussing how they would love their wedding to go.

*******

The bachelor parties were coming up, and the women and men had chosen who they wanted to take out, of course all the brothers wanted to take Leroy and that left Dave with the women.

The night before the wedding, the women picked Dave up. “Dave, I know you would probably prefer to be out with the guys and Leroy, but you get us.” Allison explained. “You know that you are not allowed to see the person that you are marrying the night before the wedding.”

“It’s ok, Allison. Leroy has spent enough time with you all over the last three weeks. I think he deserves a good drinking night, but I hope that he is sober for the wedding.” Dave laughed, but he did really worry about that. “So where are you taking me?”

“It’s a secret.” Bridget responded. “And when we get close, we are blindfolding you.”

“Please, Varsak Escort do you have to do that?”

Everyone in the van responded in a very loud. “YES!”

They started driving towards DC, and when they crossed over, they blindfolded Dave. He just shook his head and hoped that Leroy was having a wonderful time. He knew they would not allow him to return to the house tonight, that he would be staying at Allison’s. Before leaving the house they had him pack a bag.

They pulled in the parking lot and helped get Dave out. They were a little early for the club to open but they had begged the manager to let them come in and they would pay anything. The manager had them set up in the VIP section, which was a higher fee but they were also paying for more than a few private dancers to dance for them.

When they made it to the doors the bouncers held the doors open for them, there were already a few people in line waiting for the club to open and were wondering how Allison’s group had special treatment. When the doors opened, Dave could hear the music and pretty much could guess where he was. Allison and Jewels guided him to a nice comfortable chair and told him he had to leave his blindfold on for just a little longer.

Allison was talking to the manager, he would ran a tab for her area, which she would pay at the end of the night. She started ordering some of the drinks, she ordered Dave a frozen strawberry daiquiri, and decided he could drink like them for a bit before she let him drink beer. The daiquiri she ordered was big enough for five people to drink but she was going to make Dave drink the whole thing, thinking he could use a little alcohol in his system.

The first dancers were there before the drinks were brought over. The music started and all Dave felt were hands, hands all over him. When someone removed the blindfold, him mouth dropped open and one of the dancers decided to take the opportunity and kiss him. Dave didn’t know what to do, so he just leaned back in the chair and smiled. The men in front of him were dancing and touching him and all the girls were smiling and taking a few pictures.

One of them straddled him in the seat and rubbed his cock up against Dave’s jean covered one. Dave smiled and shook his head and looked over at Allison who was next to him, with one of the dancers in her lap as well. “You know if Leroy ever saw one of these pictures, we will be attending a funeral not a wedding tomorrow.”

“It’s ok; he is getting a stripper as well later.” Allison smiled at Dave.

Dave laughed, he was thinking about Leroy, more than likely his brothers would give him a female stripper. The guy on Dave’s lap got up and walked to one of the other woman in the group, Dave just shook his head and laughed. When the drinks were delivered, the half nude waiter handed the daiquiri to Dave and he didn’t say anything, he just started drinking. He knew he was going to love this night, Leroy and he didn’t do the club scene and definitely not the male strip clubs, not since they were younger.

When Dave had finished the daiquiri, Allison looked over to him and could tell that he was getting a little drunk. “Are you ok, Dave?”

“Yeah, I think they added more liquor to this than it was supposed to have. But I want another.” Dave smiled at Allison. Allison motioned to the waiter and he came right over, she ordered Dave and her another drink and sent him down to the others.

*****

Leroy was picked up before Dave, the guys took him to Aaron’s and they walked to a bar that was near. They all started drinking up a storm, they were just talking about anything and everything. “Are you looking forward to tomorrow, Leroy?” Chris asked.

“Yeah.” Leroy responded, everyone could tell that Leroy was getting drunk. “You all don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this.”

“Leroy, I think we can guess. You two have been together forever.” Aaron responded. “Shit I think we need to get you back to my house before you’re too drunk to continue the fun. Plus I think Dave will kill us all if you aren’t awake for the wedding.”

“Where are you two going for you honeymoon anyways?” Jeff asked.

“I have no clue.” Leroy responded.

“You two are going to go somewhere aren’t you?” Pat asked.

“Yeah, Dave made those plans, I had to deal with the women the last three weeks, and he said he would deal with our honeymoon.”

“And he hasn’t told you?” Pat responded.

“Nope and I have asked, he knows I hate surprises.” Leroy was slurring his responses. Aaron decided that they were going to leave before Leroy gets too drunk and they had a male stripper that no one else wanted in his house, he also hired a few female strippers.

They paid the bill at the bar and took the ten minute walk back to Aaron’s place. Which seemed to sober everyone up a bit, but not completely, it wouldn’t have mattered anyways because Aaron had a tub of beer in his basement and it wouldn’t be long until the strippers were there.

Everyone filed into the basement and sat around on the couches Varsak Escort Bayan and chairs. Aaron has made his basement into his man cave, but now that they have three kids Bridget has threaten to take it away from him to turn into the kids play room. But still for the time being he has his bar, huge TV and enough couches and chairs to have his brothers and friends over to watch a game and get drunk.

They were drinking again, it didn’t take long for everyone to get their buzz back. Aaron got a text from the strippers that they were in his driveway so he went upstairs to let them in. He led them to the basement and all the guys started to hoot and holler. Leroy looked up and saw two very nice looking women and a good looking guy that Leroy just assumed was a bodyguard or something. He just frowned, thinking that it would be his luck that his brothers would hire two females. He was hoping that Dave was having a good time, he was sure he was getting male strippers because he was with the women, he was now wishing he would have taken the women, but his brothers wanted him.

The music started and Aaron sat down with the rest after talking to the guy with the two females, he pointed out Leroy to him and told him that he would be the only one interested in him. The females worked their way around to everyone dancing before taking their clothes off. The guy work his way slowing behind everyone, he didn’t let Leroy know he was behind him until he put his hands on him, Leroy was watching the women working the guys and drinking his beer.

When the male stripper put his hands on Leroy, Leroy jumped he wasn’t expecting anyone to touch him. He could see the two females in front of Aaron and Jeff so when the hands rubbed down his chest it shocked him. The male stripper walked around and got in front of Leroy. Started dancing for him and slowly took his clothes off, he even turned around and rubbed his ass all over Leroy’s crouch. Leroy was a little embarrassed because when the guy did this he started getting erect.

Some of the guys in the room were watching the male stripper on Leroy and their mouths dropped open. They weren’t expecting him to completely strip but he did, and he was erect as well. He grabbed Leroy’s hands and put them on his hips as he performed a lap dance, really making Leroy hard, the stripper straddled Leroy’s lap facing him. “I don’t do this for every customer, but if you would like a happy ending, I wouldn’t mind doing that for you.” The stripper whispered as he leaned in rubbing Leroy’s cock. Leroy just shook his head no, he didn’t want to rely on his voice because what the stripper was doing just through his pants was sending him over his edge.

Leroy after a while had to push the stripper off of him, or he was going to blow. The stripper just smiled and slid off his lap, and dance in front of him for a minute longer, then the song ended and the two females were starting to pick their clothes up and get dressed, so he bent down once more and placed his hand on Leroy’s cock and stroked it. Leroy just looked the guy in his eyes and shook his head no again, he releases Leroy, steps back and gathers his closes as well.

Leroy stands to adjust himself and the guys just laugh at him. “Hey, I see bulges in your pants as well.” He walks over and grabs him up another beer and drops back down in the chair hoping his cock would soften a little, because it was getting to be very uncomfortable. He looked over at Aaron he had escorted the three back up the stairs and came back down. They all sat around talking and drinking some more, and slowly one by one passed out where they were sitting.

*****

Dave and the women made it back to Allison’s home by two that morning, everyone just walked in and crashed where they wanted. Allison told Dave to go into their guest bedroom, he was trying to protest saying he would just sleep on the floor and let others have the beds, but she insisted that he needed to be well rested for the wedding.

When Dave went to bed, Allison and Bridget walked into her bedroom to sleep. “Have you heard from Aaron?” Bridget asked.

“He texted when they made it to the house before the strippers got there, but other than that, no nothing else.” They plopped into the bed. “I haven’t even heard anything from Jason, I guess they are having too good of a time to text or talk.”

“Well, how can I get mad at Aaron when we all had male strippers in our laps.” Bridget giggled.

“We better get some sleep, we have a lot to do in the morning, to get ready for this. I’m hoping the guy’s head over at a decent hour, I know Aaron will be taking Leroy to breakfast but the guys better be here.”

*****

The next morning, the guys one by one started to wake, Leroy had laid in the floor sometime in the middle of the night, so when he came to, he was stiff. Aaron came down after running upstairs to shower and found Leroy trying to get off the floor. “Are you getting that old?”

“Fuck you, and just help me up.” Leroy responded.

Jason, Jeff and Ken, Dave’s brother-in-law Escort Varsak had already showered and left for Allison’s, Patrick and Chris were just sitting there trying to wake up. “Guys come on, get up, the women are expecting you over at Allison.”

“Yeah but what sucks is, Leroy and you get to go have breakfast and don’t have to show up until noon or later. What time is the wedding anyways?”

“Two and we will be there a little after noon, so Leroy can start getting ready. He doesn’t have to help out, and I get a free pass for being his best man.” Aaron smiled at his two younger brothers, then he turned to Leroy. “Leroy, go up to my room and shower, they can in the other bathroom. Your jeans and stuff is sitting on my bed, your tux along with Dave’s is at Allison’s.” Leroy just nodded and headed up the stairs.

After his shower he felt a little more human, he wasn’t as stiff and he knew he shouldn’t have drank as much as he did, but he knew he was only going to have one bachelor party. Aaron walked into the room and asked if he was ready. “I’m sitting here in my fucking boxers on your bed and you are asking if I’m ready.”

“Well shit Leroy, it’s getting late, do you realize you were in the shower for almost an hour?”

“I was what?” He looked at Aaron and Aaron nodded his head. “No, at tops twenty minutes.”

“No, Leroy, you were in their almost an hour it’s now ten, I came down at nine to get the rest of you up.” Leroy couldn’t believe it but he was tired and very hung over, he finished getting dress and they both left out for the diner to eat breakfast.

*****

Dave woke in pretty good shape that morning; he woke to Jewels staring at him. “Morning Jewels.”

“Morning Dave, the guys are here and they are setting up the back yard. Allison sent me in to get you in the shower. She said you can dress in jeans until closer to the time, but you are not to help out in any way, you can watch but everyone else will do everything.”

Dave just shook his head and got up, he was still wearing the clothes from the night, he just dropped into the bed. When he got up Jewels pointed him to Allison’s bedroom and bathroom and he went in and shut the door. He found his bag there with everything he needed to shower and dressed.

He walked out into the backyard and he was amazed the weather was beautiful it was already seventy degrees and they had almost all the chair set up along with an arbor covered with flowers for Dave’s friend to stand in while conducting the ceremony. He walked over to Allison, “Allison, this is beautiful.”

“Thank you, Dave. I hoped that Leroy and you loved it. I can’t wait until you two are getting married and it’s less than three hours, it’s going to be wonderful.”

“I’m sure Leroy will love what this looks like as well. When will he be here, I can’t wait to see him.”

“You don’t get to see him until you two are both walking down the aisle, but he will be here around one, I think.”

There were people arriving, and when Aaron brought Leroy in a little before one, he had texted Allison to tell her they were there and she pulled Dave into her bedroom. Aaron brought Leroy through the house and he was taken to the pool house, he saw the backyard as he was walking through it, and some of the guest either hugged or shook his hand as he walked by.

When he walked into the pool house he found his tux hanging there along with blue silk boxers, socks and his new patent leather shoes. He didn’t know anything about the boxers and picked them up and looked at Aaron. “Don’t ask me, Allison thought they would feel good on the two of you.”

“Dave is wearing them too?”

“Yup.” He laughed at Leroy. “They do feel good Leroy; I was wearing a pair of them when I got married.”

“Yeah yeah Aaron.” They both just started stripping and got dressed in their tuxes. When they were finished, Jewels came in and put a boutonniere on both of them.

“Leroy you look wonderful, Allison said you can come to the house now, they still have Dave in her bedroom but it’s almost time.” Jewels told him.

When Leroy and Aaron walked out of the pool house, Leroy looked at everyone there, he saw all of his brothers and wives or girlfriends. He saw some extended family and then he saw his father walking towards him. “Leroy you look handsome.”

“Thanks, Dad.” They hugged than Aaron escorted him back into the house and saw Terry standing there with his boyfriend Shane, Terry was Dave’s best man. “Hey Terry.”

“Leroy, well it’s almost time isn’t it. I guess Aaron and I should be getting outside.” Aaron looked at him and nodded and they left, Shane hugged Leroy before he left to his position by the door. Leroy just stood there for a minute looking out at the crowd of people.

Allison walked up behind Leroy. “Leroy, it’s time. You know when you two need to walk out.” She hugged him and walked out the doors.

Leroy turned around when he heard Dave clear his throat, and he almost stopped breathing. They looked at one another and smiled, Leroy took the few steps that separated them, reached up, grasped Dave’s cheeks in his hands and kissed him. They could hear the music playing outside but they couldn’t seem to let go of one another. Everyone outside started to laugh because they knew Dave and Leroy were a little lost in one another and that is why they didn’t hear their cue to come out.

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[AN: I wrote this a while back but forgot to post it. This is probably the last part in this series but I welcome anyone to take it over. Any other hot mind control/hypnosis ideas you have I’m all ears for another one-shot or series. I hope you enjoy!]

*****

Dylan walked in and shut the door behind him. It was taking every grain of my willpower to not deck him in the face. So many questions ran through my head but I was unable to ask a single one because of his dare. The dick!

Speaking of, it wasn’t lost of me that Dylan was completely nude. It didn’t satiate my anger but knowing that he had driven over here and walked up to my apartment naked did give me some satisfaction, albeit nowhere near what he had put me through.

“Okay… I.. I want to first say how sorry I am, Brandon. Honestly and truly sorry.” I rolled my eyes.

“I know how out of hand this got, and I can’t take that back. Let me just try and explain why I was such an asshole.”

I stood impatiently.

“That night at the bar, after you left some of the girls did come over and talk to us about what you did. We were all surprised you showed them your dick and after one of the chicks told us you couldn’t seem to turn down a dare I got curious.”

“I used a website with Verizon to send you those texts from a fake number. After you sent me your dick pic I knew something was up. I thought maybe you shared some of my interests, to be humiliated. I didn’t know anything about the curse.”

“I wanted to see how into this thing you really were. Again, I had no idea that you were doing this against your will. I thought you liked being dominated like this and was hoping to find someone to share my own kink with.”

My anger wasn’t exactly fading, but it was being layered on top of confusion and interest. Dylan was into ‘humiliation?’ So to find a friend with his shared, gross sexual kinks he used me?

“When I setup the pizza call, I planned on coming over as well to see just how far you were willing to go. I drove over early to make sure I was here when the pizza guy arrived. When I saw it was a dude I figured you’d end up with a pizza covered in cum. I was going to tell you shortly after that, I really was.”

“Again, it’s really important to remember that at this time I thought you were in control and you just feigned not liking these things because you had the same kink as me. Sure, you were actually humiliated and you hated it but the thrill also made it fun for you.”

“When the pizza guy didn’t come back down after a while, I got a little worried. I came upstairs to see you running after him naked which didn’t make sense to me. That’s when you told me everything.”

“After we did those little tests, it was clear to me that you were somehow being manipulated. I felt too ashamed to tell you it had been me, so I made up that plan to get a new number. That way you wouldn’t get my dares anymore and you wouldn’t ask questions. We could just forget this ever happened.”

“And I did! I really did try and forget it all, Brandon! But… I’m weak. The thought that you couldn’t control yourself somehow made it hotter for me. I’m not gay! I can tell you’re thinking it.”

I was.

“It’s just, the thought of anyone having to do anything someone says. ANYthing. It’s just a hot concept. I couldn’t ask you to do those things directly because I didn’t want to lose you as a friend and I also wasn’t sure it’d be as hot for me since you’re a guy but knowing someone was making you their submissive was too hard to walk away from.”

“For weeks I fought the urge but I couldn’t fight it any longer. That’s when I came and left the note on your door. I’m not sure what happened but clearly enough for you to risk contacting me. I’m not even sure how you got that fake number.”

“I had been stupid to click that link, knowing it was from you, but I was curious and maybe felt pretty guilty. I sensed it was a trap but I clicked it anyway. Now, I thought it would like send you my GPS or something and then you’d put two-and-two together but I guess it worked out all the same.”

“Brandon, I’m sorry for abusing you the way that I did. I know it was wrong. I know you must hate me. And I understand if you never want to speak to me again. I get it. I fucked up.”

I focused my eyes on him, waiting for my turn.

“Aren’t you.. Oh,” he said. “I dare you to forget my last dare.”

“You asshole!” I yelled.

“I know!”

“I can’t even imagine the sick, twisted mind you must have to do this to your own best friend!”

“..I know..”

“First off, I dare you to never give me another dare. I dare you to never tell anyone about my curse or convince anyone to dare me. And I dare you to shut the fuck up.”

He stood there, eyes afraid to meet my own, so instead looked down at his exposed body. Now that he wasn’t preaching to me he must have felt self-conscious because he covered himself with his hands. Good.

I explained to him the mental hell he put me through. I pain of not knowing what my life would be since Erenköy Escort he could ruin it at any moment with a simple text.

I explained more about the pizza guy. How he took photos of my naked body. How he touched me. How he put his mouth on my cock!

I told him about Bud. The embarrassment. The disgusting exploitation. How he forced me to suck his dick. To swallow his cum! I reinforced to Dylan that I’m not gay either and how disgusting that memory was to relive. How I could still taste his salty load. How much I cried after that day.

I wanted him to know how much he fucked me over. How much he already did irreparable damage.

“And you come here, apologize, and act the victim. Too weak to your own vices and need to humiliate me.”

At this point I couldn’t help but notice him trying to cover himself and how, now, he was failing due to his obvious erection. The tip was peeking out below his hands.

“And my pain turns you on?! Even still you can’t control your fucking, sick, perverted hormones?!”

“I dare you to put your hands behind your back.”

He did as I commanded at once and turned his head away, probably ashamed of his boner but clearly excited all the same. This was probably turning him on more, now that I think back on it.

His cock sprung out in front of him. It didn’t help his case that he was larger than me. Probably 6 or 7 inches but also thicker than my own. That pissed me off that this dick had a bigger dick and yet still needed to humiliate and bully me.

“No. No, Dylan. I want to cut you out of my life and forget all about you but I’m too pissed. I’m going to give you what you so desperately wanted.”

He looked at me now, eyes wide with fear and anticipation.

“I dare you to speak to me but you still cannot give me any dares.”

“Brandon, please! I’m sorry. I’m so so so fucking s-“

“I dare you to tell me the truth from now on. Do you like being humiliated?”

“No. I want to be the one in control.”

“Aww, that’s too bad buddy! But great for me.”

“Brandon!”

“You’re going to get what you did to me with interest. Then I can finish you. Have you move to Wyoming or Asia or wherever. After all this is done I never want to see you again.”

“..I…”

He didn’t have any response. “First order of business, I’m hungry. Order us a pizza.”

The realization came to Dylan’s face as he asked for my phone.

I handed it to him and said, “I know the perfect place to order from.”

—

It took nearly 40 minutes for the pizza to arrive even though we were quoted 25 minutes. I went back into my room with the lights off and shades down but my door open. I had a pretty good view of the living room and the front door without being obviously seen.

Dylan had been given his script which, thanks to that horrible site, he couldn’t deviate from. I had him dress in some sweats and a T-shirt that I had. Unlike him, I didn’t want to scar anyone that didn’t want it. Other than him of course.

“Oh. Hey there. Did you order the supreme pizza?”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“Oh. Do you have a roomate or something?”

“No, I live alone.”

Yup. I could tell from the voice that it was the same guy. Fucking perfect.

“Ah, alright. Bummer. The guy that used to live here was pretty cool. Anyway that’ll be $17.40.”

“I..,” Dylan struggled with the words. “I lost a bet. And I have to get naked and let you take as many photos of me as you’d like. But only if you want. If not I’ll just pay for the pizza.”

“Oh, fuck yes. Are you into that dare kink that the last guy was into?”

“Sort of.”

“Alright, first order of business is yes, get naked. But I dare you go to the middle of the room and don’t move after you’ve stripped.”

Dylan did as told and walked to where I could see the side of him perfectly. The pizza guy came in and closed the door behind him.

As Dylan was removing his clothes the pizza guy shared some history, “I had been thinking about coming back here. Whatever it is with you guys you seem to take your dares very seriously. But I was worried he’d beat me up or kill me or some shit.”

Dylan was now naked with his hands behind his back like I told him. His cock was soft but maybe a little plumped up.

“Nice, man. I made sure to deliver my other pizzas and told my boss I needed to take off early after these orders just in case. So I have all the time in the world for this.”

“What do you mean?” Dylan seemed panicked.

“You’ll see. We’re gonna have fun today, uh, what’s your name?”

“Dylan.” One of my dares was that he had to answer any question asked honestly unless it was about me or gave me away, those he had to lie about.

“Alright then Dylan,” the guy reached out and held Dylan’s cock. He massaged it a bit while he talked, “this is going to be fun, I promise. You’re a lot bigger than that last guy.”

Asshole. 5 inches is not small! That’s average according to some websites for US men! If only Erenköy Escort Bayan I could dare this dickhead. I’d make him deliver pizzas naked for the rest of his life.

“Are you gay, Dylan?”

“Mmm, no.”

“Bi, then?”

“No. I’m not bi.”

“Hmm, well your growing cock is confusing then. You do know I’m a guy right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright well Mr. Dylan-who’s-totally-straight, you’ve got a nice cock. This thing is thick.”

I could see that Dylan was pretty much at full mast at this point. I questioned just how into humiliation and domination he was. Based on the questions he was completely straight but I was able to stay soft when this kid tried to blow me before and here Dylan was already rock hard just by him touching him. Maybe it was a severe weakness for him…

“Would you like a blowjob, Dylan?”

“Not from you, sorry.”

“Well fuck off, you’ve got a nice cock.”

With that the pizza guy kneeled down and took Dylan into his mouth. Dylan moaned and made feeble attempts to say ‘stop’ while the guy worked. I was surprised how quickly this dude was able to deep throat Dylan’s dick.

As Dylan’s moaning intensified, the guy popped him out of his mouth. “I dare you not to cum until I say so.”

“Gah, fuck you!”

“Maybe. But for now I’d much rather go for a blow job.” He stood up and started to unbutton his pants. I saw that Dylan’s eyes matched mine: wide and scared. I don’t think either of us expected it to go this far but I certainly wasn’t going to stop it.

In a moment, the pizza guy’s pants and boxers were hooked below his balls. His cock was already hard. Probably the same length as Dylan’s but a little thinner. Was everyone bigger than me?

“Suck it.”

“No, fuck you. I’m not gay.”

“I don’t care, asshole, I dare you to suck my dick.”

Dylan knelt down, his own cock sticking straight out still, and tentatively placed the guy’s cock in his mouth. He wasn’t taking the guy far in, maybe half way, but it looked like a decent blowjob if I was honest.

It was at that time that I noticed my own erection in my jeans. Why the fuck was I getting hard? This was basically gay porn! I told myself that I was just so excited to be getting revenge. Although, shit, maybe I could see what Dylan was saying about this domination thing. Knowing that Dylan had to suck some guy’s dick because of my commands was a little hot…

“Ah, you’re not too bad for a straight guy.”

Dylan continued to slurp and slobber on his cock. “Use one of your hands to jack me off too.”

Dylan obediently followed orders and stroked the guy as he sucked the first few inches. About a minute, maybe two, of this the guy started to moan a bunch. “Oh man. Fuck. I’m going to cum for you man. I dare you to take my load. Swallow it all.”

I heard Dylan moan, ‘noooo,’ while the guy’s cock was deep into his throat but there’s nothing he could do to stop it. “Ah, fuck. Fuck. Here it comes dude!”

Dylan continued to suck and jack him off as the guy contracted. He arched forward and put both hands behind Dylan’s head. “Ahhh, fuuuuck!” I could tell he was cumming into Dylan’s mouth. Dylan clenched his eyes but continued to bob up and down the leaking dick he was glued to.

A couple moments passed until the pizza guy dared him to get off his dick. “I’m too sensitive after I cum. That was great.”

“Fuck you man. I told you I’m not gay! That was rape.”

“Eh, that’s what the last guy tried to say too. Alright, now I’m still pretty curious about that dick of yours.”

“No, please.. Just leave!”

“Not yet. I see you lost your boner a bit though, so I guess you really are straight. I think I can fix that though. Stand up.”

“Please, go!”

“Ah, I dare you to stand up. Forgot about that.”

Dylan did as instructed while the other guy kneeled down, cock still out but deflating. He took hold of Dylan’s member, about half hard, and placed it into his mouth. “Uhh, nooo..” Dylan moaned again.

It didn’t take long for Dylan to become hard again. The guy clearly had skills with his mouth. I wondered a bit what it would feel like.

Maybe a minute later, Dylan was on the verge. His moans had gotten almost extreme and tortuous, probably because he couldn’t cum but so desperately wanted to.

“Please! Fuck, please let me cum. It hurts!”

Popping off his dick, “how bad do you want to cum?” He continued to stroke him though.

“So bad. Please.”

“What will you do if I let you cum.”

“Anything. Please.”

“If I let you cum all over my face, will you lick it all up without me daring you to?”

“Ah.. I don’t want to do that.”

“Then maybe you’ll never cum again in your life. How does that sounds?”

“Awful. God… unnnnggg.” Dylan was struggling to think clearly while he was being jacked off. The head of his cock looked ready to literally explode.

“Fuck it. Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Just know, if you don’t, I may dare you to walk to the middle of town Escort Erenköy naked and masturbate until you’re arrested. Keep that in mind.”

“Bastard.”

“I know.” The guy smiled and took Dylan back into his mouth. He sucked for another minute or so while Dylan moaned and almost screamed in pleasure and pain. “Sorry, you’ve just got a really nice dick.”

“Okay, big boy. You can cum now.” He positioned Dylan’s cock onto his face and almost immediately Dylan burst. Dylan wasn’t really a shooter but a ton of cum oozed out of his dick onto this guy’s face. It pooled next to his nose and ran down over his lips and chin.

Once Dylan’s body stopped shaking from his orgasm, the guy kept his eyes closed but simply said, “dinner’s served.”

Dylan looked over at me, knowing where I was hiding, with a you-see-what-I’m-doing-for-you face. Like I gave a shit. This was nothing.

He leaned down and grabbed the guy’s head, swallowed, and began to lick. Dylan clenched his eyes shut immediately. I could tell he wasn’t a fan of his own spunk and without a dare forcing his hand he was having trouble controlling his disgust.

The fear of retaliation must have kept him going though because he licked the man’s entire face. The guy finally opened his eyes. “That was nice. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“I doubt it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” The guy stood up and shoved himself back into his pants. He took out his phone and started to take photos of Dylan and his still-hard member while he spoke. “Let’s see if I can set this up correctly. I dare you to never hurt me. I dare you to order a pizza every Thursday night and ask for Eric to deliver it to you. I think that’ll ensure we get many more opportunities for this type of fun. Sounds like a plan, Dylan?”

“Yes. Fuck. I hate you.”

“Eh, with time you may even grow to love me, Dylan. But for now I could care less if you like me as long as you keep that dick and mouth ready for me.”

He turned to leave. “I do need paid though, for the pizza.”

“I..,” Dylan must have forgotten he came to my place naked. He didn’t have any money. “I don’t have any.”

“Seriously dude, I dare you to pay me.”

Dylan started to shake and pain wiggled through his naked body. I forgot about that feeling but remembered it vividly now that I saw Dylan go through it. The pain of trying to complete a dare you couldn’t.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The pizza guy was scared.

“I… Ahhh.. I can’t complete that dare. Take it… FUCK… Take it back, please!!”

“Fuck man! I take it back! I dare you to not pay me!”

Dylan collapsed onto the floor. “Shit, sorry dude. Um.. I guess I’ll cover the pizza this time. You paid for it in a way. But from now on I dare you to have money to pay for the pizza you order, you idiot.”

Dylan just breathed heavily, face-down on the ground. “You’ve got a nice ass too. Maybe we’ll make use of that next time.”

Dylan’s butt tightened a bit and the guy just laughed. “You straight guys. Haha!”

With that the guy opened the door and left. We both stayed silent for a minute to make sure he was gone. Dylan stayed on the ground but turned towards me, “Happy?”

“No, not really.”

“Do you at least feel better now that you’ve gotten back at me? I know I deserved it.”

“You mean, started to get back at you.”

“What??”

I laughed, “You think one measly blow job is enough to call us even for the month and a half of mental and physical abuse you put me through?” I stood up and walked over to him, my own erection having subsided a bit.

“Dylan, this is just the beginning of my payback. Let me be clear, until you live in constant fear, we can never be even. And that’s going to take time, old buddy. And Eric has given me some ideas.”

“Brandon. Fuck. Okay. I can’t really say anything.”

“Damn right you can’t. Now, I dare you to repeat back to me the active dares you’re obeying from me.”

He spoke instantly without any need to recall, “I will not dare you. I will not tell anyone about how you can’t disobey a dare. I will always read your texts. I will answer every question honestly.”

“Okay, one more, I dare you to stay by your phone and keep it charged and on at all times. I also dare you to stay in town, no attempting to run this town until I’m done with you.”

“Yeah, okay Brandon.”

“Now get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to look at you anymore.”

Perhaps because he knew I wouldn’t have given him any clothes or fearful of what dare may follow the longer he stays, Dylan got up and left naked as the day he was born. I’m not sure if he ran into any people on his way to his car or his way back home but hoped he did.

As I ate the pizza left at my place I finally felt a little better. My best friend had betrayed me and that sucked. That really fucking sucked. But I no longer was under attack. I knew I was still cursed with this dare thing but no one else knew and Dylan couldn’t tell anyone. I was safe.

And, as much as I hated to admit it, I was enjoying making Dylan pay me back. I didn’t have a lot of ideas yet on what I wanted him to do but I knew I would make them embarrassing, public, and keep him guessing. The thought actually got me a little hard. Maybe me and Dylan did have more in common here than I thought…

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I found an old notebook as I was cleaning out the attic of the house we recently bought. It was handwritten by a girl named Jenny. I couldn’t believe the story that unfolded as I read those old and worn pages written in ink. I decided it was too good and needed to be shared with the world. Here is part 4, unedited.

The next morning was Friday, the day Mr. Kelty asked me to stop by after school. I put on my best underwear and wore a very short, tight skirt and a tight cotton tank top without a bra. John wanted to fuck me that morning before school, but I wouldn’t let him. I gave him a quick blow job instead and made sure I swallowed all of it so I didn’t get any on my clothes.

After school I rushed to Mr. Kelty’s room and was surprised to find Cindy there as well. Cindy looked equally surprised to see me. Mr. Kelty was sitting in the chair with his feet on the desk folded over one another.

“Lock the door, Jenny. You two girls know each other, don’t you.”

We both nodded and looked at each other cautiously. I wasn’t sure what Mr. Kelty had in mind, but I knew it must involve both of us. The more I thought about, the more excited I got, particularly after hearing them together the other day. I had a picture in my mind of Cindy bouncing up and down on Mr. Kelty’s cock, then swallowing a mouthful of his cum. I could feel my pussy already leaking into my panties.

“The reason I asked you both here is to help teach each other. You need to learn to explore the limits of your sexuality. For example, I know you have both been kissed by boys, but have you ever kissed another girl?”

We both shook our heads no. I wasn’t about to tell him about Mr. Hayes and Miss Carter. Besides, technically I never kissed her, not on the lips anyway.

“A girl’s lips are so soft and sensual. I think you two should try kissing. Jenny, would you like Cindy to kiss you? How about it Cindy?”

I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn’t care, but my pussy was twitching just thinking about it. Cindy moved over to me looking nervous, then tilted her head and moved her lips to mine. I put my hands on her shoulders and opened my mouth, flicking my tongue against her lips. Her tongue found mine as our kiss became more passionate. I put my arms around her neck and pressed my body to hers while Cindy moved her hands to my hips. I could feel her soft tits press against me. Mr. Kelty stood and walked over beside us. He put a hand on each of our backs.

“That’s good. Now Cindy, I want you to reach around Jenny and cup her ass with your hands. Keep kissing. Good. Squeeze her cheeks, Cindy. Notice how round and firm Jenny’s sweet little ass feels. You like that, don’t you Jenny?”

I mumbled a quick affirmative and went back to kissing Cindy’s soft lips and wet mouth. I was really getting turned on quickly. My pussy was leaking all over and I could feel my panties getting wet in the crotch. I wanted so much for Cindy to slip her hand down lower and then press up between my legs so her fingers could rub my pussy.

“Okay, Jenny, it’s your turn to do something for Cindy. I want you to lower both of your hands to her tits and feel her up. Yes, just like that. Don’t they feel nice? Now rub and squeeze them the way you like to have it done to you. That’s it. Pinch her nipples. Now put your hands under her top and feel her naked tits. Good. Do you like what she is doing, Cindy?”

“Yes, Mr. Kelty. I never thought kissing a girl could be so hot.”

Cindy’s hands had moved under my skirt and were now kneading my ass cheeks through the thin silk panties I had worn especially for this afternoon. She slipped her hands inside and rubbed my bare ass, digging her fingers into the cleft and pulling my cheeks apart.

“Cindy, I want you to take off Jenny’s panties.”

Cindy pushed my panties down over my ass, then hooked her thumbs into the sides and slid them down my legs. She dropped to her knees and finished removing them one leg at a time.

“Look, Mr. Kelty. They’re all wet right here in the part that covers her pussy.”

“That’s right, Cindy. You made her so excited that her pussy juice leaked into her panties. Smell them, Cindy. Go ahead. Doesn’t she smell delicious?”

Cindy nodded while making a “mmmmmmm.” sound.

“Pull up your dress, Jenny, so Cindy can see your pretty little pussy. See how puffy it is, Cindy? Beneath her pussy hair you can see the dark gash of her cunt. Go ahead and touch it, Cindy.”

Her fingers were so soft. I could feel my juices really beginning to flow. I humped my pussy against her fingers. Cindy put a finger up my cunt and then another. She slowly fucked them in and out of me. With her other hand she rubbed my clit. Cindy knew exactly what to do and soon had me on the brink of orgasm. Just as I was about to explode Mr. Kelty interrupted.

“That’s enough, Cindy. Look at her juicy pussy all pink and glistening. Doesn’t it look tasty? Go ahead and lick it. Go on… just like when I did you.”

Cindy looked hesitant, but Mr. Kelty Meydankavağı Escort put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face forward until her nose brushed against my pubes. She looked up at me and I looked back. I put my hands on her head and guided her face to my pussy. Leaning against the desk for support, I swung my right leg over her shoulder, opening myself fully to her mouth. Cindy put out her tongue and touched the searing folds of my cunt. Then her soft lips pressed against my pussy as her tongue pushed into me. I moaned.

“I’m going to take out my cock now. Would you like to suck on it, Jenny?”

I nodded. Mr. Kelty was already erect from watching Cindy eat my pussy. I wrapped my hand around his swollen shaft and stroked it up and down, amazed at its girth. He was tall enough that I was able to bend over and easily slide my lips around his large head. I pushed down on him stretching my lips as he slid deeper in my mouth. Then I felt it press against the back of my throat, which I opened to let him slide deeper.

” Jenny, you’ve been practicing. Oh shit, that feels good… oooohhhh.”

The sensation of Mr. Kelty’s cock sliding down my throat and Cindy’s tongue dancing in my cunt was too much for me. My body stiffened and the jerked as an orgasm that washed through me. I had to pull off Mr. Kelty to catch my breath. I could feel my cunt gushing into Cindy’s mouth. Cindy kept on tongue fucking me, keeping her mouth clamped to my pussy the whole time. I finally caught my breath and slowly regained my composure.

Cindy crawled out from under me and went straight for Mr. Kelty’s cock. Her mouth and cheeks glistened with juices from my cunt. She made loud slurping sounds as she tried to swallow Mr. Kelty’s engorged manhood. I dropped to my knees beside her to kiss and lick his balls. After sucking on him for a while, Cindy fed his cock to me. We passed him back and forth, kissing each other in between. “That’s enough girls. Cindy, sweetheart, take off your panties and sit on the desk so Jenny can lick you like you did her. Good girl. Now lift your legs up and roll onto your back. Okay, Jenny, bend over and kiss her pussy. Yes, just like that.”

While I was munching away on Cindy’s very tasty cunt, Mr. Kelty came up behind me and shoved two fingers up my cunt. I spread my legs to give him better access. He replaced his fingers with his cock which he rubbed up and down my juicy gash. I tilted my ass upward trying to draw him into me. I felt his thick, bulbous head spread my pussy lips and push into me. He went deeper, then pulled out and pushed back in harder and deeper until I was fully impaled. He grabbed my hips and fucked me in deep, rapid thrusts. I did my best to keep my mouth clamped to Cindy’s pussy as he hammered me over and over.

I was the first to cum. I could feel my cunt spasm around Mr. Kelty’s cock. My head was spinning and my body was shaking. Juices poured from me and streamed down my legs. I let out a few muffled screams into Cindy’s hot cunt.

Mr. Kelty pulled his cock from my pussy and pushed me aside. He moved in front of Cindy, pulling her forward so her ass was hanging over the edge of the desk and quickly worked his cock into her waiting cunt. He instructed me to get up on the desk so I could straddle her face and lean forward to lick Cindy’s clit while he was fucking her. It wasn’t long before Cindy’s pussy exploded causing her juices to splatter all over my face.

Mr. Kelty pulled out his cock and shoved it in my mouth. He grabbed my head and began fucking my face as if it were a cunt. From his grunts and groans I could tell he was about to cum.

“Oh, yeah… that’s it, baby… get ready… oh shit… here it cums, Jenny… aaaaaaahhhhh… uuunnngggghhhh…”

A powerful jet of thick gooey cream splashed against the back of my throat. This was followed by another and then another. I couldn’t hold it all in my mouth.

“”Don’t swallow, Jenny. I think Cindy wants you to share, don’t you, Cindy.”

She mumbled in the affirmative, then climbed down from the desk and took Mr. Kelty’s dripping cock from my mouth so she could suck the last few drops. When she was finished, I pulled her face to mine until our lips met. Our mouths opened in a passionate kiss. I still had a mouthful of cum which slowly oozed down my tongue and into her mouth. We swirled it back and forth between us using our tongues and mouths until we had swallowed it all down.

“Okay, girls, that’s all for today. I’ll see both of you next week.”

Cindy and I put our panties back on and readjusted our clothes. I invited her over to my house, telling her that if we were lucky my brother and his friends would be there. She said my brother was cute and she wouldn’t mind going out with him. I told her that I had seen him in the shower and he had a cock almost as big as Mr. Kelty’s. She giggled and said “Let’s go”.

No one was home when we arrived. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and chatted Meydankavağı Escort Bayan about different sexual fantasies we had. Cindy told me she had only been with two other guys before Mr. Kelty, but that she thought about sex all the time. One thing led to another and we ended up kissing in the kitchen while leaning against a counter. I was fingering her pussy and she was rubbing my tits when we were unexpectedly interrupted.

“Don’t stop just on account of me being here. I’m enjoying the show.”

It was Daddy home early again. Cindy turned four shades of red, but I knew better. I walked over to Daddy, threw my arms around his neck and planted a hot, wet kiss on his lips. He grabbed my ass and lifted me in the air. I wrapped my legs around him. Finally he put me down and we broke apart.

“Welcome home Daddy. I brought you a present. This is Cindy.”

Cindy was wide-eyed with an open mouth not sure she was actually experiencing this or dreaming. Daddy walked over behind Cindy and put a hand on her shoulder.

“You are a very attractive young lady, Cindy. Did you like what Jenny was doing to you when I walked in? Did it feel good to have her finger in your pussy?”

Cindy, in a trance, nodded her head. Daddy knew exactly how to play her.

“You are so pretty. You must make all the boys get hard when they look at you. And you have a terrific body. Would you mind if I touched you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Dad lowered his hand from her shoulder and cupped her right breast, squeezing it gently with his large hand. Dad put his other hand under her chin and turned her face back towards him. He leaned down and kissed her neck, moving up to her ear and finally her lips. His lowered his left hand to her other breast and pressed up tightly against her body. Cindy did nothing to stop him and soon was kissing him back with equal passion and grinding her ass against his bulging cock.

I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of Cindy. I pushed her dress up and rubbed my fingers over her pussy through her pink cotton panties. Then I replaced my fingers with my mouth and began kissing, sucking and tonguing the growing wet spot oozing from inside her. Cindy reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her cunt to my eager mouth. I quickly clamped my mouth over her mound and sunk my tongue deep inside.

Daddy had his hands under Cindy’s blouse and was squeezing and pinching her tits and nipples while kissing her neck and ear. I wedged a hand between Cindy’s ass and Dad’s cock and rubbed his monster. When I reached his zipper I pulled it down and slipped my hand inside wrapping it around his swollen manhood.

Cindy was moaning and gasping with pleasure as my tongue danced over her clit. Juices were flowing from her cunt and smearing across my lips and chin. Daddy stepped back from Cindy and unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Then he pulled Cindy’s blouse over her head and removed her bra. Her two well formed tits bounced free, hanging majestically from her chest with small hard nipples pointing slightly upwards from the pink caps surrounding them.

I hooked my fingers in the elastic of Cindy’s panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them one leg at a time. Daddy turned Cindy around so she was facing him. She stared down at his monster cock, her mouth agape. Daddy guided her hand to him and wrapped her fingers around his massive girth.

I stood pressed my lips to hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I knew she could taste her own pussy on me as we continued to kiss. I slid my lips down across her neck and chest until I was able to suck her nipple into my mouth. Daddy put his hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Cindy just let it all happen to her as if she were in a trance.

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around Daddy’s massive cock, taking as much in my mouth as I could. Cindy fed him to me an inch at a time. I opened my throat to allow him to go deeper. Daddy and Cindy started began again while he continued to finger fuck her. Saliva was drooling from my lips and running down his cock and balls.

When he was good and hard, Daddy pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and turned Cindy until she was facing the counter. He bent her at the waist and asked her to spread her legs. She put her arms on the counter for support. Daddy lifted her skirt and stepped up behind her. I crawled over so I could help guide his cock to her waiting pussy. I rubbed the head up and down her juicy slit until it popped inside her. Cindy let out a grunt as she felt his massive girth stretch her pussy.

No one said a word as Daddy worked his cock deeper and deeper up her cunt. Cindy let out a series of grunts and moans each time he thrust himself deeper. When he was about half way in he began fucking her faster and faster. I kept my hand wrapped around him as he hammered his cock in and out of her. In less than Escort Meydankavağı a minute Cindy had her first orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed. Juices from her cunt splattered all over my hand. Daddy pulled out until she was able to catch her breath. I quickly gobbled him into my mouth.

After licking him clean, I put daddy’s cock back into Cindy’s pussy. He quickly fucked her to another explosive orgasm. This time when he pulled out he guided Cindy down on her knees and shoved his slimy cock between her lips. She quickly gobbled him into her mouth, but was only able to take a few inches before she started choking. She kept working on him until she was finally able to swallow about seven inches. Then she passed him to me and I swallowed all but two inches before passing him back to Cindy. We continued to share him until Cindy was able to get most of him down her throat.

Daddy picked Cindy up by the arms and pulled her tightly to him. The length of his hard cock pressed against her stomach. Daddy leaned down and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck. He cupped her ass cheeks and picked her up. Cindy wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself up until the tip of his cock was just below her pussy. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around Daddy’s bulging manhood, guiding him to her juicy slit. Her cunt lips stretched around him as she slowly lowered herself onto his engorged shaft.

After taking several inches into her cunt, Cindy pulled up and slammed down on him, driving his cock deeper into her belly. I kept my hand wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, feeding him into her hot pussy as she bounced up and down on his swollen monster. She was gasping and moaning as Daddy’s cock continued to burrow into her juicy cunt. When she was impaled on all but the few inches I was holding, she started shrieking. Juices poured from her cunt coating Daddy’s cock with her slick juices, which also dribbled over my fingers.

I removed my hand and kissed Daddy’s balls. Cindy’s ass pressed against my face each time she impaled herself on his oversized manhood. Her orgasm continued non-stop as the rest of Daddy’s cock disappeared into her belly. Cunt juices continued to gush over Daddy’s balls and my face. Then I did something really gross, except it seemed so hot when I did it. I buried my face between Cindy’s ass cheeks and licked her asshole while caressing Daddy’s balls with my hand.

Cindy stopped bouncing and tilted her ass towards me while fully impaled on Daddy. I flicked my tongue rapidly over the tight little knot of her asshole anspressed the tip against the opening. Cindy was sobbing with her arms clutched desperately around Daddy’s neck. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. She was exhausted, but her body wouldn’t stop cumming.

Cindy’s pussy was convulsing and twitching against Daddy’s cock buried deep in her belly. I felt Daddy’s balls swell and knew he was about to shoot cum into Cindy’s belly. I moved my hand under his balls and rubbed his scrotum. Daddy was thrusting hard into Cindy causing her to bounce up. I took my index finger and pressed it against her sphincter until it pushed inside. I went back to kissing and licking Daddy’s balls.

Several things happened at once. Cindy squealed with delight as my finger buried itself up her ass. Daddy let out a loud grunt. His balls shrunk and I could feel cum surging through his scrotum just before it blasted from his cock into Cindy’s womb. She let out a screeching wail as she felt his cum filling her belly. He kept blasting stream after stream of sticky goo into Cindy’s cunt until it started to leak back down his shaft and over his balls. I eagerly licked it from him, swallowing the tasty mixture of juices.

By the time Daddy finished dumping his huge load into Cindy, her body had become limp. Soft, trance-like moans escaped from her throat. Daddy lowered her to a nearby chair and propped her lifeless body so she wouldn’t fall over. Her arms fell limp to her sides and her head hung down above her heaving tits. Her legs were spread wide exposing her raw cunt lips folded open through the light brown curls sticky with beads of cum. Her pussy twitched involuntarily and released a river of white goo which oozed onto the chair and dripped on the floor.

Daddy’s slimy cock was starting to wilt. I crawled over on my knees and sucked it into my mouth, cleaning him thoroughly with my lips and tongue. Then I moved to Cindy and licked the rest of Daddy’s cum from her cunt. Cindy stirred back to life and put her hands on the back of my head, encouraging me with some soft and gentle groans. I moved up her body, tracing my tongue across her stomach, then stopping to stimulate her nipples. She pulled my face to hers and our mouths opened in a wet kiss. She shoved her tongue into my mouth so she could taste the remnants of the sex she had just experienced.

As our kiss became more passionate, Cindy moved a hand between my legs. She rubbed my pussy and clit until my juices were flowing, then she buried two fingers up my cunt. I spread my legs and humped her fingers. Cindy let her kisses slide down to my neck and then to my tits, gently biting my sensitive nipples. She slid to the floor and clamped her mouth over my pussy, shoving her tongue into my searing cunt. I put one foot on the chair to give her better access.

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Please DO NOT read unless you are 18 or older. This chapter ends the tale of Jack and his Aunt Brini. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to hearing feedback about this final installment. Thanks for reading, commenting, voting, and all the great feedback I have received from everyone.

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Other than a few truckers ogling my tits and honking, the ride home was uneventful. Occasionally, Jack would reach over and tweak my aching nipples or rub my broiling pussy. All I wanted was to get home and get fucked. Any way, any how I could get it. The taste of cock was in my mouth, and I wanted more.

When we pulled up to the gates of the ranch, Jack told me to get out and unlock it. Tits out and all. Because our boarding stables are small time, we usually only get visitors on the weekends. Since today was Tuesday we were closed to the public, and I felt reasonably sure that we would have the place to ourselves. I did as I was told, but kept my ears out for approaching cars, nonetheless. The sun warmed my exposed breasts and heated the tag against my throat. It all served to remind me that I was doing the bidding of my incredibly sexy, dominant nephew.

He waited for me to close and lock the gate in my exposed condition and we headed down the drive towards the house. After he parked and unbuckled, he ordered me to bend over the old fashioned hitching post out front. I was so excited that he slid his cock in my wet hole without any resistance. Jack pounded my pussy furiously for a few minutes, but as my orgasm approached, he eased off and grabbed me by the hair.

“Good little slut puppies are obedient to their Master,” he ground in my ear. They obey the ground rules or they will be punished. My slut puppy better remember the first rule. No cumming without permission!” he barked at me. I tried to nod, but didn’t get far with him holding my hair. He fucked my cunt like that for a few minutes until I was whimpering with need. I didn’t know if I could hold back.

I tried. I really tried. I knew this was a test and I would be punished. But when I thought about what I looked like in the store, being struck with the crop, all those people watching, I was pushed over the edge. I screamed my orgasm at the top of my lungs and felt his cock hammer home into the dark recesses of my womb.

He kept pumping me steadily until I regained some measure of calm, and then pulled out of my pussy with a loud slurp. I stayed still, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him purposefully walk around the hitching post to where my head hung in shame. I couldn’t believe that I lost control like that. I felt like a deer in the headlights, scared to move for what comes next.

Jack presented his slimy cock to my lips. “Suck it clean, slut.” I did as I was told instantly, hoping that my quick compliance would earn me a few points off for good behavior. The taste was tangy, mostly my juice mingled slightly with his pre cum. I could smell the juices in his pubic hair and in the next instant; it was smeared on my face as he pressed his cock into the back of my throat all the way down to the base. I held it as long as I could until I panicked from lack of air and Jack withdrew his cock, I saw my saliva dripping from the tip. I could still smell the juice on my face and I realized that despite my orgasm, I was still hornier than ever. The fact that I knew I was about to be punished could have had something to do with it.

I watched as my nephew dug in the bag from the fetish store. Out came the pair of clover clamps and my knees buckled a little. “Since you were a bad little slut, your behavior must be corrected,” he told me. “Stay put exactly where you are now and wait for me to return. I mean it. Don’t move, under any circumstances.”

I was determined to obey, despite what I knew was coming to my tits. He had told me that the clover clamps would hurt more than the other pair, and I was frankly a little scared. I had no idea where he had gone, but I couldn’t see how it would turn out well for me one way or another, so I tried to relax and enjoy the flow and tingle of the blood in my veins.

When he returned, he stowed some things out of my line of vision and then bent over me to tweak my already hard nipples. “Little slut puppy, you are going to have to learn to control yourself from now on,” he whispered in my ear. “I almost hate to punish you,” he chuckled low. “Almost…”

My Master nephew plucked at my nipples and pulled them downward until they were well swollen and hard as rock. And then, the moment of truth. I hoped that I was strong enough to take what he would give me, wanting to please him and make him proud.

Jack squatted on the balls of his feet at my side. I was still bent over the hitching post, and he had to duck down a bit to reach his goal. I closed my eyes as the clover clamps moved from my sight to beneath my torso. I felt the cool pads caress my stiff nipple for a brief instant before he let the clamp Ahatlı Escort close around it.

I shrieked in pain and tried to jump up, but Jack was a step ahead of me. I didn’t realize that he had clipped the leash onto my collar and it was an easy thing for him to keep me bent over at the waist. “Didn’t you learn anything in the car before, slut?” his tone was disgusted. “Quit crying and breathe. Calm down and take it.” He remained crouched next to me, and seemed genuinely pissed.

I struggled to gain composure. I didn’t want him to be disappointed in me. My nipple ached horribly and felt like it was completely crushed in the jaws of the clamp. My knees nearly buckled when I remembered that I still had the other one to go. My head was spinning but I wanted so bad to be good.

When I was at a barely tolerable pain level, Jack told me to pay attention. He wanted me to notice something. What he did was slowly start to pull on the chain of the clamp. It hurt like hell and it felt like it was compressing my nipple flatter as he pulled. I was beginning to loose control, so he let go and told me to lean up a bit. When I did, he wrapped the chain between the clamps around the hitching post, and quickly attached the other clamp to my bare nipple.

The pain exploded again, but this time, all I did was give a loud cry. I struggled internally not to move, and was rewarded with a “Good girl” for succeeding. This time, Jack stood and gently pulled back on my shoulders to stretch my nipples slowly out and away from my body. I held my breath and bit my lip as the pressure increased, but I now saw what he wanted me to. There was no getting out of these suckers without doing my nipples great bodily injury.

“So my little slut puppy is tethered good,” he spoke in a normal voice now as he walked around behind me. “Perfect, because I want both hands free to punish you. Coming without permission,” he tutted at me. “What a bad little slut puppy.”

I was crying gently, and half mutinously thinking that the clamps were plenty of punishment, but I kept my mouth shut. I did break the rules and earn punishment. It was not for me to say otherwise. Then, he began.

The strokes of the crop were caresses at first. Lightly brushing the delicate skin of my exposed posterior and traveling the curves in between. I was still dripping, moaning and wagging my hips at Jack in a futile attempt to get him to relent. I still wanted to be fucked, but he was having none of it.

Then slowly, the strikes began getting stronger. They stung lightly while he moved the crop in an even rhythm. I felt my skin start to simmer and began wagging my hips for a different reason, to escape the pain. Not to mention the pain that was still in my breasts as each time I moved, it would cause more tension and torment.

I was openly crying by the time he was using full swings. The sharp leather slapped and stung terribly and I knew that my rear would be on fire for hours after he was done, reminding me to be a good girl and do what I am told. The last few hard slaps were the worst, as he gave me five slow, hard, measured strokes that I was made to count out loud through my sobs. I only wanted to collapse, but the clamps still attached prevented it still.

Jack moved back around to my head and gazed at me steadily. Then he crouched down again and rubbed the underside of my breasts with the crop. I was deathly afraid that he was going to start striking them with the crop, but he just continued to rub. When the first clamp was removed, I screamed out loud. I was totally unprepared for the pain of having the blood rush back into my nipples and when Jack reached up to stroke it, the sensation was intensified. I swear I was breathing like they teach you to do in birthing classes, and swearing just as hard as if I were in labor.

When he went for the second clamp, I flinched. Jack spoke to me softly. “I’m sorry, my pet. But you know that you had to be punished. Not just a little, but to be punished in a way that makes you realize that I am in control.” His voice gave me a measure of calm and when the second clamp came off, all I gave was a slow hiss.

“Beautiful, pet. Now. I want you to get up, slowly. Take these into the house.” He handed me the bag with the day’s purchases. “I want you to arrange a place for them in your lingerie drawer while you think about all the things that have happened since I came to stay with you here. When you are ready, come into the library and we will talk.”

There was plenty of room in my lingerie drawer to place our purchases. I left the collar on, as I had not been told to take it off, but I laid the rest in a plastic shoe box and placed it where he told me to. I thought about what I would allow my nephew to do to me. Whatever he wanted, apparently, but I felt no disgust. Only love, lust and hope. The future looked better than ever with Jack and I knew that I had found a real man to not only stand beside me, Ahatlı Escort Bayan but over me when I needed it. I was totally happy.

I made sure everything was orderly and then headed to the library as instructed. Jack was waiting for me. He motioned for me to take a seat on the leather armchair. The cool leather felt good against my sore behind. He sat on the corner of my large antique desk and I could tell he had a few things to say.

“I can feel that you are beginning to trust me, but there may be times that I am pushing you further than you are ready to go. For those times, I want you to have some safe words.” He looked at me, and I nodded, understanding.

“Your first word is yellow,” he told me. “This is the word that you will use when you start to feel like you are losing it. I will slow down, but still continue play. You have done everything I have asked with grace and beauty. I am trusting you to use this word as intended and not just when you feel like it.” He smiled encouragingly at me and I promised him I would.

“The second word is red. You can use this word to stop all play if something is wrong, you are hurt, upset, whatever. Red. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. “Yellow to slow down, red to stop completely.” I repeated his instructions.

“Good girl,” he said to me and I flushed under his praise.

“I want us to have a special evening,” he said next. “I want you to take the rest of the afternoon for yourself. Take a bath, do girly things.” he smiled at me this time, and I smiled back. “I am going to tend to the barn and the house and then take a shower myself. Here are the rules. I want you shaved entirely clean, and you are not to touch yourself in any way other than to prepare yourself as I have directed. Okay?”

I nodded again and he continued. “Report to the dining room at 7:00 pm sharp and wear something pretty.” His smile was infectious and he opened his arms for me to run into. I did and gave him a huge hug and kiss before floating into the master bath to prepare.

I put some jasmine scented candles about the room and added bubble bath of the same flavor. My bottom cheeks stung slightly when they made contact with the warm water, but once I was settled, it felt good. I hummed and bathed and dozed and when I was all pruney, I wrapped myself in a huge fluffy towel and made my way to the bedroom.

I could see Jack everywhere I turned. After the first week of our intimacy, he had moved into the bedroom with me and his presence was a warm comfort. His dirty clothes hamper in the far corner. His book on the table by his side of the bed. The picture of his sister that he placed on the top of the highboy dresser that I cleaned out for him to use. His good watch next to it. It all made me realize that we were a true couple now. Working side by side and living side by side. Making decisions together about our day and then going about our day together. It was finally beginning to sink in that this was for real, not just a few sex games and that I really wanted this to be a long term thing.

I sat at my vanity and began to prepare for the evening. I took extra time with my makeup and hair. I really wanted to look as beautiful as possible for Jack. I wanted to please him above all else. I chose a soft, satin teddy-like dress with spaghetti straps. The color was a delicate peach and the hem was embroidered with dainty, rich colored violets. It was one of my favorites and tonight I chose to go braless and let the cool material caress my entire body. I knew from experience that my nipples would be at attention all evening from the friction. And as for panties, well I didn’t think I would be needing those either.

I opened the door of the bedroom and gasped. Candles had been placed on the hall table along with a huge bouquet of flowers. I took a moment to smell their delicate fragrance and wandered into the dining room, also lit only with beautiful taper candles in holders. The table had been set intimately for two, and something smelled heavenly coming from the kitchen.

Jack came through the doorway carrying two covered dishes. He was clean and beautiful and smelled like garlic and aftershave. He placed the dishes on the table and quickly helped me into my chair. Such a gentleman, I noted to him. He only grinned at me. His look was almost boyish and I was surprised to find that the stern Master was nowhere in evidence. Instead, he was more like the giddy schoolboy of my memories. He was clearly trying as hard to please me as I had him earlier. I found it charming that the two personalities could so easily coexist in the same person.

We chatted and had a wonderful dinner. We killed a bottle of wine and turned on the old fashioned cabinet radio in the living room. The soft music inspired us to dance and it was truly the most romantic evening that I have ever had. Where Jack learned to push all the right buttons with a woman, I may never know, but I was reaping Escort Ahatlı the benefits and decided to enjoy it all.

When we were done with our dance, Jack kissed my lips softly and led me back to my chair in the dining room. I started to turn back to the table, but he stopped me. When I moved to look at him, he went down on one knee. I gasped.

“Wh..wha..what are you doing?” I stammered. He smiled at me, the confidence back and the electricity with it.

“Brini, I know that for a long time you thought of me only as your kid nephew. But today I hope you realize that I am a man and that I want you to be my woman.” I was speechless but thank god, no response was required of me. Jack continued.

“You are beautiful, strong, soft, intelligent, sexy, and I love you. I want you with my whole heart. You have touched every corner of it. Please be my wife.” And he produced a little red velvet box from his pocket and presented it to me.

I didn’t open it, just stared. Then a wave of heat crashed over me, and I jumped into his arms. “Yes, yes, yes!” I squealed at him and kissed him, laughing and hugging him as hard as I could.

He let out a big breath and laughed at my leap into his lap on the floor. He kissed me back like we were teenagers and he took the ring out of the box and placed it on my finger. It was beautiful. Nothing like I would have imagined. As usual, he had given it some detailed thought, I realized, as he explained it to me.

“I looked at diamond after diamond for you. Pretty, but not you. Then I found this.”

It was a large, dark, rich, emerald-cut natural amethyst set in an antique platinum filigree base. The beautiful art deco style was from the thirties and dazzled and sparkled from every direction.

“Purple is your favorite color. And I know that you love treasures from the past,” he said gesturing around to the room to the antique sideboard and vases. He was right, there were many such treasures around the house. I felt so special in his arms, safe and finally, truly loved. For all time. This was it.

Jack bent to take my lips with his again. It was a long, slow, delicate kiss that was full of promise and delight. It soon deepened however to the hungry, passionate kiss that was more familiar of him. I reveled in it as his tongue coaxed mine into a tangle. He tasted and smelled wonderful and I thought to myself that I could dwell in his enthusiasm forever. It was magical.

All of the sudden, Jack swept me into his arms and still kissing me, carried me into the master bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed and broke the kiss long enough to unbutton and remove his shirt and slacks. His body was chiseled and etched from the physical labor of the ranch and even his farmer’s tan couldn’t detract from his beautiful physique. I was mesmerized by the sight, almost. He gave me a dazzling smile and came down to me on the bed.

I was sitting up on my elbows and he kissed me again while he fingered the straps of my dress. They eventually slid down my shoulders and exposed the swell of my breasts. I was panting with lust and Jack began to kiss lower. My chin, my neck. It was exquisite sensation and I felt as if I was drowning.

When he reached the edge of the dress, he trailed his tongue under the delicate fabric near my nipple. I shivered and moaned in response. Jack flashed me another grin and gently brought the neckline down to expose my breasts. He just stared for a moment and then lowered his head.

I was almost overwhelmed with emotion. He was being so gentle and kind. He was making no demands of me save that I let him love me and it brought a tear to my eye. I was truly blessed. The moisture of his tongue on my nipple brought it into a stiff peak as he moved to give the other nipple the same treatment. He kissed my breasts all over before bunching my dress around my waist and sticking his tongue in my navel. I started, tickled by the sensation. He knows I hate this and I supposed that it was his way of telling me he was still in charge, but I was too far gone to care.

He brought his face back up to mine and kissed me strongly while gathering me into his arms. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips. I smiled in return and he laid me back on my back against the pillow. My dress was now completely bunched at my waist exposing my pussy as well as my breasts. He zeroed in and the next thing I felt was the electric touch of his tongue on my outer lips. I knew I was already moist, and when I heard his muffled “Mmm..good,” it was confirmed.

Jack worked magic on my pussy and I was soon zooming towards orgasm. I tried to tell him so, but he waived me off and renewed laving his tongue directly on my sensitive clit. I exploded into an incredibly intense orgasm that left me seeing stars. He continued sucking and licking, lapping the nectar out of my cunt and poking is tongue directly into my juicy hole.

When I couldn’t take anymore, he leaned back up and kissed me fiercely. I could taste and smell myself on him and it was very heady. His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it and wrapping me in his arms, he plunged himself into me with one long stroke. It hurt and was heavenly at the same time and I felt branded. No other man could make me feel this way.

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Author’s Long-Winded Note:

Hello all! Well, I feel like I owe everyone an apology and an explanation. First, I’m sorry that I’ve dropped the story. Secondly, as for an explanation, my mom, some time ago, was diagnosed with Progressive Supria Nuclear Palsy, which is a degenerative neurological disorder. I had to move her closer to me and also had to take away her car. Anyway, she’s really starting to rely on me a lot more and it’s just sapped my energy. At this point, I’ve been able to juggle things so my time is a little more my own now and I plan to finish this story (as promised).

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After leaving the grocery store, they drove over to the local yard and garden store so Chris and Cassie, along with Rick’s help, could select a variety of vegetables for the garden. Well, actually, it was only Chris helping. Cassie had fallen asleep in the car and, unable to be woken up, was still asleep in Liam’s arms.

“So, have you ever planted a vegetable garden before? Do you even know what you are doing?” Liam asked.

“Yes, I’ve planted a garden every year since I moved into the house. My mom used to make all of us kids help in the garden when we were little. Most of her cooking involved fresh vegetables and she usually cooked in bulk, since we are such a large family. Most of what my garden produces goes to my mom. She still cooks bulk, only now she breaks it down into smaller portions and sends us all home with food whenever we visit. My parent’s house is like a mini grocery store and my freezer is full of her food,” he replied. “I’m also pretty good at canning too, believe it or not,” he added as an afterthought.

“Wow, quite the Suzie homemaker, aren’t we?” Liam asked, facetiously.

“Yes, I plan to make someone a very good wife someday. It’s been my life’s goal,” Rick said, graciously assisting Liam in his razzing.

“You can’t be a wife. If you were a wife, you would have to be a mommy too, and you can’t be a mommy, only a daddy,” Chris said, interrupting their banter.

Both Liam and Rick cracked up laughing at Chris’s statement. “Yeah, you’re right Chris. I guess no matter how you look at it, my masculinity is safe,” Rick replied.

“You know what? Are you guys just about done? I feel like my arms are about to fall off. How much does this kid weigh? Must be a ton. Do they have diets for two year olds?” Liam said.

“Here, let me take her for a while. You can push the cart,” Rick said, as they switched.

“Cassie’s always weighed a ton. Mommy says…” Chris started, but suddenly stopped, dropping his eyes to the floor. “Mommy used to say she was like a fifty pound sack of potatoes when she was asleep,” he finished, almost in a whisper.

“Oh, hey now, come here,” Liam said, as he walked over to the cart and picked Chris up, their arms encircling each other in a tight embrace. “It’s okay Chris. I know it’s hard,” Liam said, as Chris started weeping.

“Why don’t you take Chris back to the car? I think we have everything we need. I’ll take Cassie and check out and meet you out there,” Rick said, as he shifted Cassie over to one arm, settled her on his hip and then took the cart.

“Okay,” Liam said.

When Rick reached the car, Liam was sitting in the back seat with Chris curled up in his lap. He came around to the other side of the car and strapped Cassie in her car seat, and then loaded up the trunk with the plants, having to shift some of the groceries and camping gear to the back seat with the kids to make room for the plants.

“You Aydınkent Escort Bayan want me to go ahead and drive?” Rick asked, as he came around to where Liam was seated.

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks,” said Liam, as he shifted Chris into the seat next to him and buckled him in.

“So, we going to dinner now?” Liam asked, also buckling himself in next to Chris.

“Yep. Chris, you ever been to Frankie’s Diner?” Rick asked, flipping the rear view mirror down and angling it to look at Chris from it.

“No,” Chris replied, meekly.

“Well, you’re gonna love it,” he said, as he proceeded to pull out of the parking lot and head to the diner.

Frankie’s was a 1950’s style silver bullet railcar diner. Their menu included original American dishes like pot roast, meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and chicken potpies. They also had an old fashioned soda fountain bar. You could get flavored sodas, milk shakes, and malts. It was a great place for both adults and kids.

While they ate, they talked about camping and the garden. The talk helped bring Chris out of his funk and before long, he was animatedly participating in the conversation. As they finished dinner and were starting on the ice cream sundaes they’d ordered, Rick proceeded to tell Liam what to expect at the hospital.

“Sam has third degree burns on the right side of his body, including his face. He’s gone through some pretty extensive treatment, but is making good progress. When they first brought him in, they had to worry about keeping the burns clean and infection free and keeping him hydrated. The body loses a lot of fluids through the burned areas, so hydration is important. He also spent time in a hyperbaric chamber. At this point in his treatment, his burns are well on their way to healing and are lightly bandaged,” Rick said, before he paused and then continued with an update on Mike.

“Mike’s back was fractured when a large piece of the ceiling collapsed on top of him. He’s doing much better and it’s likely he’ll be released in a day or two. He initially had some complications that resulted in surgery to relieve some of the pressure that the fracture was causing against his spine. They’ve got him in a back brace, so he can actually get out of bed now,” Rick said, finally.

“I’m glad that I know what to expect. I was starting to get pretty nervous. Heck, I’m still nervous, but at least I’m a little more prepared. I can’t help but feel some sort of responsibility for them being in the hospital. I know it’s stupid, but that’s just how I feel,” Liam said.

“You’re right, that is stupid. It’s not your fault. These kinds of risks are inherent in this job and we all know that. It could just as easily have happened at some other fire. No one blames you or anyone else in your family. In fact, I think the guys are more worried about these kids here, than they are about themselves,” Rick said, nodding to Chris and Cassie, who were both more involved in eating their sundaes than anything else going on in the room.

“God, Cassie, look at you. I think you got more of that sundae on you, than in you,” Liam said, as he picked up his napkin and started working to clean Cassie up. “Man, she’s got it all over her, and this napkin isn’t working very well. Your clothes are a mess,” Liam said, indicating the napkin. “I think I need to take her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up.”

“Well, you’re in luck, because I brought a change of clothes for her. They’re in the car. I’ll just run out and get them,” Rick said, as he stood and quickly headed to the car.

“Man, Cassie, you did a really good job,” Liam said, as he wiped another blob of melted ice cream from her eyelid and then leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Was the ice cream good?” He asked.

“Ice keem good. Choc Ice Keem,” she said, as Rick came back with the clothes.

“God, Rick, you’re a lifesaver. I guess I’m still trying to learn the dad stuff,” Liam said, sheepishly.

“That’s okay. Believe me, I learned the hard way too. Although Stacey always carries a diaper bag when she brings her kids over, it only took one time of forgetting it. I learned that lesson real quick. Even though both Bren and Jacob aren’t in diapers, Stacey still carries it around. She keeps a change of clothes, wet wipes, a little first aid kit and a few snacks and stuff in it. It’s actually quite useful,” Rick said.

“Well, I guess I need to start carrying one too. Anyway, I’ll just take her into the restroom and get her changed,” Liam said, as he picked Cassie up out of her highchair.

“Uh… Liam, you might have one small problem,” Rick said.

“Yeah? What problem?” Liam asked.

“What restroom are you going to take her into? You can’t go into the women’s room and you can’t really take her into the men’s room,” Rick said.

“Shi…” Liam started, but stopped, looking back and forth between the kids. “You’re right. I hadn’t thought about that,” and, almost in unison, both the kids piped in.

“Pee pee,” Cassie said, as her hand suddenly went between her legs Aydınkent Escort and she started squirming in her seat.

“I got to go too, Uncle Liam,” Chris added.

“Oh, God,” Liam mumbled, pressing his index and forefinger against his temples, trying to stave off the oncoming headache. “Okay, okay, let me think just a second.” After a few moments, he pulled out his wallet and dropped a couple of twenties on the table, and then picked up Cassie from her highchair. “Okay, let’s go.”

Liam, carrying Cassie in his arms and with Rick and Chris following close behind, walked in the direction of the restrooms. When they arrived, Liam handed Cassie over to Rick. “Wait here, I’m going to check the bathroom,” Liam said to Rick and then turned to Chris. “Come on Chris.”

When they stepped into the bathroom, Liam motioned Chris over to one of the stalls, completely avoiding the two urinals. He then proceeded to check the rest of the bathroom. Finding it empty, he went back out to Rick.

“The bathroom is empty. Can you keep watch while I take her into the restroom and get her cleaned up and changed?” Liam asked.

“Sure,” Rick offered, as he handed over Cassie and her change of clothes.

Liam quickly took Cassie over to the handicap stall and closed and latched the door. “Okay sweetie, let’s get you on the potty,” he said, as he helped get her panties down and set her on the potty. “Chris, how you doing over there?” He asked, as he turned his back to give Cassie some privacy.

“Okay, I had to go number two, Uncle Liam.”

“Okay,” Liam chuckled, almost laughing out loud, but thinking to himself, ‘thanks for that extra little bit of information, Chris’. This whole situation just couldn’t get much more awkward and the thought that he only had to survive another sixteen more years of this almost made him want to cry.

He turned back to Cassie as he heard her pulling on the toilet paper roll. “All done?” He asked.

“Mmm hmm.” She said, nodding her head vigorously as Liam helped her down and then proceeded to get her changed. After Cassie was dressed, he took her over to the sink and helped her wash her hands and face. While he was trying to get the hot fudge out of the crevice of her neck, he made a mental note to avoid hot fudge sundaes in the future. In fact, he started to wonder if S’mores tonight would be such a good idea.

When they stepped out of the bathroom, they found Rick, gallantly guarding the bathroom door.

“All done?” He inquired.

“Yes, now let’s just get out of here,” Liam said, as he picked up Cassie, grabbed Chris’s hand, and swiftly walked out of the restaurant.

When they arrived at the hospital, Liam’s apprehension really kicked in, his guilt and worry hitting him full force. He hesitated slightly as they stepped into the hospital lobby. Rick was on the phone with his sister, letting her know they had arrived, but was watching Liam. He could see the apprehension in Liam’s eyes and the tension in his body.

Disconnecting with his sister, Rick walked up to Liam. “Hey, don’t worry. The guys are really looking forward to seeing the kids. You really don’t have to stress,” Rick said, reassuringly.

“That’s easier said than done,” Liam responded. “Can we go into the gift shop?” he asked, pointing to the shop just inside the lobby doors. “I think I’ll let the kids pick out something to take up to the guys.”

“That would be nice,” Rick said, as he turned and headed for the shop, with Liam, Chris, and Cassie following.

Cassie ended up picking out two stuffed animals, while Chris decided on something more practical and picked out a couple of crossword puzzle books and two decks of cards. Finally, Liam grabbed a couple of junk food baskets that the shop had already put together. He figured it would be nice to have something outside of the hospital food.

Once they had paid for their items, Rick led them to the elevator. “We’re going to see Sam first. Angelica says that Mike just got back from physical therapy and is eating dinner,” Rick said, as he stepped out of the elevator onto the third floor.

Angelica met them at the nurse’s station and escorted them into Sam’s room.

It turned out to be a great visit. Liam realized that Rick was right; both of the men needed to see the kids in person to put closure on the whole incident. It was a way of reassuring themselves that their injuries weren’t in vain. Sam was an older man, probably in his mid forties. He was married with three kids, all boys, and it was obvious he had a sweet spot for kids. Unfortunately, they couldn’t visit with Sam too long, as he still tired easily and was on light pain medications that made him drowsy.

Cassie seemed especially to like Sam and spent most of the hour curled up with him in bed while he told her how the stuffed elephant she brought him was good luck. Cassie was mesmerized by the bandages that Sam had covering him. She would lightly touch one and look up to Sam and ask, “owie?” and then lean over and kiss the spot, saying, “all better,” and then move on Escort Aydınkent to the next bandage. It was quite endearing.

When they arrived at Mike’s room, he was up and in a wheelchair. It was obvious that he was getting tired of being cooped up in the hospital room and was ready to go home. Mike was probably in his mid twenties. Not much was holding him down and both the kids really took a liking to him. They spent their time going for rides with him on his wheelchair. Actually, Chris was pushing, while Cassie was riding, but either way, they were all having fun. They were tearing up and down the hallway, earning dirty looks from the nurses, who, in the end, didn’t really have the heart to tell them to stop.

When they left the hospital, Liam actually breathed a huge sigh of relief. That actually went much better than he’d thought.

Back at home, Liam took Cassie upstairs for a bath, while Rick and Chris headed out back to set up the tent and camping gear.

Turned out the camp out was a lot of fun. The kids enjoyed the popcorn, even if it was little on the well done side, and the s’mores, undoubtedly, were a big hit. They obviously didn’t get to try everything they had purchased from the camping store, but Rick promised them they would camp out again and would eventually get to try everything. After the dog helped them burn off their sugar high, they all settled down in their sleeping bags, both Chris and Cassie snuggled up between Rick and Liam, with the dog working his way somewhere in the middle of the pile. It took the kids all of ten seconds before they were out to the world.

“Well, I guess we wore them out today,” Rick chuckled, as he looked over the kid’s heads to Liam.

“I think I wore myself out today,” Liam replied, “but it was definitely a good day. You’re very good at helping me forget my troubles.”

“Well, mission accomplished then,” Rick said.

“God, if I could find some way to duplicate, bottle, and sell you, I’d make a fortune. You truly are amazing.”

“Well, unfortunately for you, it’s impossible to duplicate me. But, fortunately for you, I’m all yours,” Rick responded. “So, tell me, how old were you when you came out?” Rick asked, deciding he wanted to know everything he could about Liam.

“Oh, Jeesh, I don’t even want to think about that. It was actually kind of embarrassing. Let’s see, I was sixteen and a sophomore in high school. My sister figured it out first, but my mom says she always knew, that a mom just knows these things, but I’m not so sure about that. One of my friends, Jason, and I became more than just friends, and I guess my sister figured it out by watching the way we interacted with each other. It was young love and I guess we were a little more obvious about our feelings than I thought. We weren’t touchy feely in public or anything, but we were always smiling at one another and watching each other. My sister said it was pretty obvious and that we looked like stupid idiots,” Liam said, snorting a small laugh as the memories brought a smile to his face.

“My mom ended up walking in on us in my bedroom while we were making out. We were sprawled out on my bed, Jason on top of me and we were kissing pretty heavily, grinding into each other. Luckily we were dressed. We had just gotten home, tossed our stuff on the floor, ran upstairs and collapsed together on the bed. She walked in to yell at us for just leaving our stuff lying in front of the door. Now that I think about it, I don’t know whose face looked more shocked, mine, my mom’s, or Jason’s. It’s pretty funny, now, when I think back on it. She sent Jason home and then we sat down and talked. In a nutshell, she basically said that although she didn’t understand how I could choose to be this way, she still loved me and nothing would change that. We didn’t tell my dad for several months. My sister was my staunchest ally. She helped my mom come to terms with my sexuality. She helped her find online support groups. In the end, between my mom and my sister, my dad didn’t have a chance in hell of being anything but supportive. My mom, to this day, swears she already knew, but it was pretty obvious by the shock on her face that she had no clue,” Liam concluded.

“So what happened to Jason?”

“We stayed together through high school but, in the end, we wanted different things. He wanted to get out of our small town. Couldn’t wait to move to the big city and really start his life. He ended up going down south to California and going to school there. We kept in touch for a while, but I suppose life around us became more important than trying to keep in touch.”

“How about you? It must have been tough being gay and in the Marines,” Liam said.

“I honestly didn’t know I was gay until I was fully entrenched in the Marine life,” Rick said, his eyes fixed on Liam’s as he continued talking. “I had always liked girls well enough, and I didn’t ever give my attraction to other boys a second thought. I had a fairly active sex life in high school and I enjoyed it, so I never really questioned it. I always admired and thought about other boys at school. Especially in the locker room, but I always chalked it up to normal curiosity. It was in the Marines that I met someone that opened my eyes. I found out that sex with men was way better than sex with women,” Rick said, a smirk settling on his face, and his eyes now settling longingly on Liam’s lips.

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