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Her fingers slid the length of my pussy, caressing my skin and feeding the hunger that always accompanied her visits. She was fire and ice, cool on the surface but powered underneath by a heat so fierce it seemed to burn me from the inside out.

I craved her touch like I craved air. She was the force that kept me sane and her hands were working miracles on me with every slippery stroke.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her breath hot in my ear.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Don’t stop.”

Her fingers slowed their delicious tease.

“You mean don’t stop this?”

Her low chuckle sent chills up my spine. I knew this dance.

“Please,” I begged.

I was rewarded with a sigh as her fingers began to work on my clit.

She loved to hear me beg for pleasure. There were times I thought she enjoyed that more than what came next.

“Please what?” she asked.

I knew that tone. She was going to make me work for every ounce of pleasure. My clit twitched involuntarily at the thought. It was always so much better when she was in this kind of mood.

“Please fuck me,” I answered, my voice breaking.

She smiled.

On nights like this, she wanted vulgarity. She wanted me to beg her to fuck me and tell her each and every way I wanted it done.

The words seemed to feed her hunger as she fed mine.

“Mmm…,” she murmured, her fingers sliding into me.

“Like this?” she asked as I surged upward, pulling her digits into my cunt.

“Yesss…,” I moaned. “Fill up my cunt, you dirty bitch.”

Her eyes shot to my face and I saw something dark and primal there.

“What did you say?” she asked her voice low and dangerous. She stilled her probing fingers and I almost cried at the loss of motion.

“You heard me,” I answered, meeting her gaze with one of my own. On these nights, I gave as good as I got. “I said ‘Fuck me, you dirty-horny-slutty bitch’.”

Silence filled the room as my words settled around us. She stared me down as she slowly pulled her fingers from my dripping cunt.

“What a filthy mouth you have,” she said. Her voice dropped an octave. “I think we’ll have to do something about that.”

I shuddered. When her voice reached that pitch, the night was about to get very interesting for me.

“Stay still,” she said.

I obeyed but said nothing as she stood and walked to the nightstand. Watching her pull the massive strap on from her bag and step into it was possibly one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed.

There was urgency to her movements, but it was accompanied by the same grace that filled every other task she undertook. The contrast between the vulgarity of her actions and the elegance with which Mavikent Escort she handled the giant phallus was like a work of art in progress.

As her mesmerizing display came to its conclusion, my arousal reached new heights. She turned to face me and I gasped as she began to stroke the dildo with slow even movements. She didn’t approach me, however. She simply stood where she was, jerking off the huge phallus.

“You asked for this,” she said. It was a question wrapped in a statement.

“It’s so big,” I whispered.

She smiled. That was the answer she hoped I would provide.

“It’s big enough,” she responded as she started toward the bed. She stopped at the edge of the bed with the giant cock wobbling close to my face.

“Take it,” she ordered, shoving the rubber phallus in my direction. “Suck it until I tell you to stop.”

My clit twitched and my nipples hardened as I grasped the cock and parted my lips. I rose on my elbow and took the shaft in my mouth, surprised at how much I wanted to suck her off.

“Good girl,” she hissed. “Suck it.”

The shaft felt good in my hand as I stroked up and down, sucking the tip while looking up at her face. The look I saw there took my arousal to a whole new level.

Her eyes were half-closed and her amazing tits were rising and falling rapidly as her arousal became more and more evident. I might be the submissive one but I had her fully under my control at the moment.

I pulled my lips from the tip of the cock and looked her in the eye.

“You like it when I suck your cock. Don’t you?”

She grimaced and her eyes sharpened.

“I don’t answer your questions, remember. Now, why did you stop? I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“No. You didn’t,” I conceded. “I’m sorry.”

She liked it when I showed a little humility. Ours wasn’t an extreme dominant-submissive relationship, but we did toy with the lines.

I focused my attention on the fake cock once again and took it as deep into my throat as I could, treating it like a real dick.

I could hear her moan, but I didn’t look up. I was focused on the task at hand. I wanted to see if I could make her cum just by sucking off the strap-on cock. If not, I wanted her to get so excited that she lost control. The sex was always better when I broke her restraint.

She withstood my assault on her cock for a full two minutes before she jerked my head off the shaft and panted, “Stop. Now lie on your back.”

I did as she asked and felt the bed shift as she settled on her knees between my legs. I was dripping wet and aching for her to begin, but instead she stopped with just the head of the shaft resting at the Mavikent Escort Bayan entrance to my throbbing snatch.

I pushed forward, hoping to encourage her to slide the big cock deep inside me. Instead, she backed up a fraction of an inch and stopped. It was just enough to keep the cock head poised and rubbing the lips of my aching pussy.

“Wait,” she said.

I groaned. I was tired of waiting. I wanted her to fuck me with the giant cock. I was ready for her to claim my pussy and take me over the edge.

Sensing my frustration, she looked me in the eyes and said, “Patience. I will make it worth the wait. I promise.”

As she spoke, she grabbed the shaft of the cock and began to rub the large rubber head over my clit. A small vein in her neck throbbed as she sped up her ministrations. My senses roared to life as the feel of the cock head rubbing back and forth against my swollen clit began to cause the first twitches of my impending orgasm to surface.

I moaned with the sheer pleasure of it all and she stopped her motion completely.

“No…,” I begged.

She paused for a second more before easing the giant cock into my slick pussy.

“Yessssss…..”

My voice broke and I mumbled incoherently as she filled me up. It was only when I felt the fake balls brush against my cunt lips that she stopped. I’d never felt so full.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, barely recognizing my own voice.

I opened my eyes long enough to meet her gaze.

“Now!”

She laughed, but her body was as tense as mine. She was as close as I was and it would be a photo finish as to who came first.

Every nerve in my body caught fire as she began to move. At first, her strokes were torturously slow and long but it only took a few moments for me to start demanding more.

“Faster,” I grunted, my voice deep and hoarse.

She grunted a reply and increased her speed.

The sensations were incredible. I could hear the sound of my slick cunt as it grabbed and released the huge rubber cock with each thrust. It wasn’t long before coherent thought disappeared and instinct took over.

The monstrous orgasm that shook me to my core lifted me off the bed and buried her even deeper in my slippery cunt. I thrashed and writhed beneath her, incoherent words slipping from my mouth between moans.

When the world faded back into view, I became aware of the fact that she was still buried deep inside me. She had collapsed onto my chest and her glorious tits were pressed hard against mine.

I could feel her heart pounding with unbelievable speed as she fought to catch her breath. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to taste her beautiful Escort Mavikent pussy and bring her to the same kind of mind blowing orgasm she had gifted to me.

I gently eased her slight frame off me and rolled her over onto her back. She didn’t protest as I released the strap-on from her hips and lay in on the table beside the bed.

Her eyes were hooded as she lay back, watching my movements. She didn’t speak. We had been here before. She knew what I wanted and she wanted the same thing.

As soon as I discarded the toy, I licked my lips. To me, this was the best part of our nights together. I loved the taste of her. She was exquisite.

With a feral smile, I kissed her on the lips and slowly began my descent. I paused at the soft spot between her luscious tits and licked my way to each nipple in turn. She loved to have my mouth on her nipples and I knew just what to do.

Each nipple rolled under my tongue and stood to attention. I heard myself moan into her skin as I softly sucked on the hard little pebbles. I loved her breasts. Teasing her to near orgasm just by sucking and licking her nipples was one of my favorite things when we spent these nights together.

I teased her that way for several moments, until she began to squirm and grasp at the back of my head, trying to push me south.

“Lower,” she demanded.

With a smile, I obeyed. I could smell her arousal inviting me to bury my face in the folds of paradise as I slid lower on her body.

When I settled between her legs, I held my face inches from her slick folds and drank in the sight that greeted me. She was shaved with just a landing strip leading to the slick, wet cunt lips glistening below me.

She whimpered and squirmed beneath me as I used my fingers to spread the outer lips of her hot snatch. She was wide open and her clit was standing at full attention. I pursed my lips and blew softly on it, causing her to jump in anticipation.

I licked my lips and dove in, dragging my flattened tongue the full length of her snatch. Her clit twitched as I raked my tongue over it and she jerked upward.

“So good,” she moaned. “Faster!”

If she wanted speed, I could definitely oblige.

Curling my tongue, I drove it up and down her slippery cunt lips with all the speed I could muster. Each time I flicked it over her clit, she grunted her pleasure.

After a few moments, I focused my attention solely on that rock hard clit. Pursing my lips, I sucked the tip into my mouth and rolled it around my tongue. Her hips shot off the bed and she made a mewling noise unlike any I’d heard before.

“Now, fuck me,” she ordered. I barely recognized her voice. She was close.

I hardened my tongue as much as possible and jabbed it quickly into her juicy cunt. With the thumb of my right hand, I began to massage her clit while fucking her cunt with everything I had.

The combination of my tongue and thumb was too much. She cried out, her hips completely leaving the bed, as her orgasm washed over her.

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This is a sequel to An Unconventional Relationship, which I wrote over a year ago. I hope you like it.

Thanks and love to L. for all her love, encouragement and support. She makes it all worthwhile.

###

Someone once said that all families are dysfunctional — that they’re all fucked-up in their own special way. I suppose many would say that of my family.

After having lived for nineteen years with kind, loving parents, Richard and Elaine, my world was rocked by the revelation that my father’s sister, Jenny, was actually my birth mother. My feelings for Jenny had always been special. Okay… more like impure and lecherous, but I was never plagued by guilt because of that. Then, just as I was coming to terms with the news that Jenny was actually my mother rather than my aunt, I found out that she too felt the same taboo feelings for me. We both wrestled with those desires until we gave in to them and made love one time.

In the weeks following our encounter Jenny and I were both a little sheepish around one another, each trying to second-guess the other’s thoughts and feelings. On top of that, we had to be careful to not betray ourselves around my parents, for fear that they would suspect that something clandestine was happening — which it most certainly had. Then in the midst of all of this, Jenny made a proposal one July afternoon that both surprised and delighted me.

“How would you like to move in with me, Nick?”

It was a Saturday afternoon and she had been shopping at a mall for things that she still needed for her new apartment. When she posed her question about us living together I looked up from my burger and fries, speechless for a moment. Then I smiled, almost in disbelief.

“Move in… really… you mean it?” I drawled.

Jenny gave an emphatic nod, smiling back at me as her brown eyes shimmered for a moment. “Of course. I thought about it, then talked it over with Rich and Elaine,” she said. “They think it would be good for us, since we’re still kind of in a transitional phase.” She paused a moment, then gave me a dour look. “I know I’ll never really be a mother to you, Nick. I foolishly abdicated that responsibility when you were born, but I still want us to be close, and have some sort of mother-son relationship… as best we can anyway.”

For a moment I feared that Jenny was going to cry and it pained me. I gave her a reassuring smile and said “But, you are my mother. You gave me life. Nothing or no one can ever take that away from you.”

Seeming buoyed by my words, Jenny smiled, although there was still anguish in her eyes.

“Thank-you for saying that, Nick. It means the world to me,” she said.

“Well, I mean it,” I told her. Then, wanting to change the subject to something happier, I added

“So, you’re really serious about me moving in — Mom and Dad are too?”

“Absolutely!” she said. “But it’s up to you, of course. Take all the time you need to think it over.”

All the time I needed to think it over was about two seconds. “That would be great! When can I move in?” I asked, feeling my cheeks getting sore from smiling.

Jenny laughed at my eagerness. But when she noticed my eyes stray from hers, down to the front of her cardigan, the smile drained from her face. She sighed and cast a nervous glance left and right before beginning to speak in a hushed tone as she leaned closer.

“Nick, there’s something that you and I have to discuss first,” she began, then paused to frown. “What happened between us… you know… that was wonderful. I’ll always consider it a very special memory we share, but you have to realize that we can’t ever do that again — especially if we’re going to be living together.”

“Why not?” I asked. “What happened was amazing, and if we’re living together…”

Jenny held her hand up, silencing me. “If we’re living together, Nick,” she began. “It has to be a proper, chaste relationship. I want us to get to know one another all over again in a different context, and I don’t want our… desire, to get the best of us.”

“But why not?” I repeated, unable to hide my disappointment.

“Because I’m afraid it will ultimately tear us apart.” Although her voice was soft, it was filled with resolve.

I sighed and folded my arms as I leaned back in my chair. “It won’t tear us apart,” I countered, trying to sound confident. “It will make us closer.”

“That’s not a chance I’m willing to take,” Jenny said. She sounded almost frightened. “I love you, Nick. You mean the world to me, and I don’t want to lose you after nineteen years of hiding the truth about who you are to me — not because we let our libidos get the better of us. Do you understand?”

I could see tears pooling in Jenny’s brown eyes as she spoke, and I felt guilty and very bad for her. I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on the table between us. “Okay… yeah,” I relented.

“I understand, I guess.”

Jenny reached across the table and gave my right hand a squeeze. “Thank-you, Nick,” she said, her voice a bit shaky. Liman Escort “I know you don’t really understand, and that you’re disappointed, but I appreciate you respecting what I want. And, to be perfectly honest, I know how you feel. It’s just that I think it’s best that we focus on a chaste relationship, despite our feelings for each other.”

“You mean that you… you still feel like I do?” I felt my eyes widen as my cock twitched and began to stiffen at the thought of her still wanting me.

Jenny gave me a bashful smile as her cheeks grew pink. She tightened her mouth and nodded. “But that doesn’t mean we have to give in to those feelings, or let them rule us,” she said.

“I guess not,” I conceded. “But sometimes it’s hard.”

Jenny’s eyes brightened again and she let out a brassy laugh. “It’s hard, huh?” she retorted, darting her eyebrows upwards.

“You know what I meant,” I said, then paused to smirk at her. “But, yes — it is hard sometimes… like right now.”

Once again, Jenny grew flustered, but smiled.

“Well, I’m afraid that from now on that will be something that you’ll have to deal with on your own,” she teased, sounding apologetic.

After we had finished eating I helped Jenny carry her shopping bags out to her car. What we decided, after I offered, was that I would go to her apartment to help her bring everything inside, then she would drive me home.

During the drive to Jenny’s apartment my mind as racing with thoughts and ideas — all of them lewd. Jenny may have wanted for us to live together as a typical mother and son would, but I had other plans and intentions. As she drove, I stared out of the passenger side window of her black Jetta with a devious smile on my face.

It had been weeks since I had been at Jenny’s apartment — that was when we’d had sex. Since then, she had finished unpacking everything and decorated it. On the far left side of the living room, beside the patio doors to the balcony, was a black leather couch. A wooden coffee table separated that from a television in the center of the room. Off to one side was a stereo. Racks of CDs were hung on the wall beside it. I looked around, surprised by how nice the place looked. Not that I questioned Jenny’s taste, but I suppose I expected it to look more girly than it did. Looking around, I didn’t notice any unused ashtrays or candy dishes resting on lace doilies, or white wicker shelves with silk flowers or potpourri dishes. Hanging on the wall behind the sofa was a lithograph of Swans Reflecting Elephants.

I didn’t know you liked Dali,” I said with surprise.

Jenny took a step closer, looking up at the wall.

“Yeah, he’s my favourite painter,” she said.

I let out a grunt of surprise. “Mine too,” I told her. “I must get it from you. That’s weird.”

I placed the bags in my hands on the living room floor in front of the sofa, then turned towards Jenny. Her eyes met mine and she brushed a length of her brown hair back over her right ear as she smiled.

“Thanks again for going with me today, and helping me carry all this stuff back,” Jenny said. She was standing a few feet away, beside the bags she had just sat down at her feet.

“No problem,” I said. “I’m glad that I could help.” My cock began to throb as my eyes ran down her body. I sat down on the arm of the sofa, folding my arms on my lap.

“So, you think you’d like it here?” Jenny took a quick look around the apartment, seeming a bit insecure, then gave me a worried look.

“Are you kidding? I’d be happy anywhere you are,” I told her.

Jenny walked over and stood beside me. She put her arm around my shoulder and looked into my eyes. “You’re so sweet. I love you, Nick.” She hugged me, and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

I could feel Jenny’s silky hair brush the side of my head and face. From the corner of my eye I stared at the contour of her right breast, pushing out at the purple fabric of her cardigan. My arm went around her waist and I returned her embrace, sliding my hand down until it met the curve of her left hip and a bit of her ass. I held her tighter, wishing the moment would never end.

“I love you, too,” I said.

My reply was met with a sexy giggle from Jenny and I raised my eyes to hers. She was grinning as she peered down at my lap. “Something tells me it’s more like love — with a good amount of lust mixed in,” she teased.

I shrugged, feeling nervous. “Can you blame me?”

I said. “Besides, it’s not like I can suddenly switch off those feelings, just because you want me to.”

Jenny slipped her arm from around me, frowning.

“I know,” she muttered, sounding empathetic.

“Do you know because you feel the same?” I turned around on the arm of the sofa to face her and pulled her closer by her waist until she was standing between my legs. My right hand slid down over her left hip to her firm ass. I gave it a squeeze as I smiled up into her eyes. “God, you’re so sexy,” I breathed.

For a few moments Jenny didn’t resist, allowing Liman Escort Bayan me to caress her lovely ass, then she eased away, slipping from my grasp. “Nick, you’re not making this easy on me,” she said, sounding conflicted.

“I’m sorry, but do you think it’s easy one me?” I countered, trying not to sound angry. “I love you, Jenny, and I respect you too, so I’ll abide by whatever you want; I have no other choice. But you made a decision that effects both of us without discussing it with me first, and I have no say in the matter. You’re in control here. I don’t know how fair that is. And if you truly love me, at least please try to consider my feelings too. I’ve had a lot to deal with in the last little while, and I’m more fragile than I might let-on.”

Jenny winced, realizing how she had wounded me, and avoided my eyes for a few moments. Then she said “I’m sorry. I just want to do what I think is best for us in the long run — that’s all.”

I drew in a deep breath, then let it out as I collected my thoughts. “I didn’t mean to sound harsh,” I said. “It’s just that I’m a little confused right now, and I’m dealing with a lot of mixed emotions.”

“I think I know how you feel,” Jenny said, then paused. “Do you want to get home now?”

I took that to mean that Jenny wanted some time alone, or at least time away from me so she could sort out her thoughts. “Yeah,” I said with a nod.

Jenny turned and started making her way to the door. I followed, then as she was about to reach for the knob she turned towards me. “We’ll work this out together, Nick,” she said confidently.

“What’s most important is that we love each other — no matter what kind of relationship we have.”

With that, she leaned into me and placed a soft kiss on my cheek and gave me a smile. It was then that I knew that whatever happened, things with Jenny and me would be alright.

###

The next day I began to concentrate on getting ready to move, as well as the changing dynamic of my relationship with Jenny. It seemed rather obvious to me that she was conflicted about the boundaries that she had set between us. I, however, wasn’t. I loved Jenny, and desired her as much as ever. If only somehow I could get her to perhaps reach some sort of compromise with me, or change her mind. We had already crossed a definite line, and once that happens, there’s no going back. Things could never truly be the same between us now that we had been lovers — no matter how much she might want to pretend otherwise.

It was decided that I would move in with Jenny the following Saturday, and I spent the week packing. Once Saturday arrived I had a hard time concealing my excitement. I did my best to not appear too happy though, for fear of hurting or offending my parents. It wasn’t as though I was necessarily glad to be leaving their house and I didn’t want them to think that was the case.

Dad rented a truck, and we got up early that morning and began packing my belongings in to it. He seemed a little surprised by how quickly I worked, bringing boxes and other things down from my room. I don’t own a lot of things, and within a few hours the truck was packed and we were ready to drive over to Jenny’s — soon to be mine and Jenny’s apartment.

Jenny greeted us at the apartment door and began helping Dad and me unload the truck. She was wearing jeans and a burgundy sweatshirt, but despite having dressed for comfort rather than style, she still looked lovely. Her hair was in a ponytail, and I noticed a hint of lip gloss. It was all I could do to not stare at her, or try to sneak a feel as we carried boxes of my belongings into the apartment. I could not wait for her and I to finally be alone.

“It looks even smaller with all your stuff in here,” Jenny remarked. She looked about my new bedroom at her apartment. It was cluttered with boxes that had to be emptied and pieces of furniture. “Are you sure you’ll be comfortable here, Nick?” she asked. Her dark eyes shifted about the room and she gave me a concerned look.

“I’m sure,” I told her. “I’ll only be in here mostly to sleep or surf the Internet. The rest of the time I’ll be watching TV in the living room, or whatever.” I tried to fight back as smile as I spoke the final word, but felt the corners of my mouth turn up a bit. Jenny’s shimmering eyes caught mine and she turned away as she smirked.

“Well, I guess you have a lot of work to do, so I’m going to get back home,” Dad said, taking a glance at his watch.

I was glad that he had decided to leave, but tried not to show it. “Thanks a lot, Dad,” I told him. “I really appreciate you helping me move.”

“Are you kidding? I did it because I’m glad to have you out of the house.” Dad laughed and gave me a quick hug around my shoulders.

I followed Dad and Jenny to the door. My heart had sped up and I felt excitement and arousal welling inside of me at the thought of Jenny and me finally being alone. Once Dad had left she closed the door and turned towards me.

“Well, I guess you’ve Escort Liman still got a lot to do — all the unpacking and stuff,” she remarked, seeming a little nervous.

“Yeah, but it won’t be so bad,” I said as a wide smile broke out on my face. I looked into her eyes for a moment, then said “I’m really happy to be here. Thanks again, Jenny.”

“You’re more than welcome, Nick. Besides, I’m not doing it just for your sake,” she reminded me.

“I’m glad to have you here too.” She took a tentative step towards me and I was sure she was going to hug me, then she halted, seeming skittish.

Several uneasy seconds passed and I grew nervous.

“Well, I should start unpacking,” I said with a sigh.

“Do you need any help with anything?”

I thought for a moment, considering Jenny’s offer, then said “I could use some help getting the bed assembled, if you don’t mind. I can do the rest on my own.”

Jenny followed me down to my room and we got to work. My bed from home lay on the floor in four pieces, next to the mattress and box spring, which were leaning against the wall beside a bookcase and bureau. Jenny held the headboard while I hooked the supports for the box spring, then I affixed the footboard. Next, we put the box spring in place.

The mattress was rather awkward, and Jenny struggled a bit to take hold of it. As I watched her lean over to grasp the handles I noticed her heavy breasts swaying inside her sweatshirt. I gave a blatant stare at them as my cock throbbed. It was only when she looked up with a sly smile that the spell was broken and I realized that I had been leering.

“Are you going to help me get this on the bed or keep staring at me?” she asked, sounding a little annoyed.

“I have a choice?” I retorted with a brash grin, then helped her hoist the mattress in to the box spring.

Jenny sat down on the bed, catching her breath. She looked up at me, standing in front of her, and her eyes gravitated to the bulge in my jeans. I could feel my cock throbbing, but didn’t dare look down to see how noticeable my erection was. I felt my cheeks grow warm, and forced myself to focus on her face. She wore a peculiar smile, which excited me even more.

Jenny planted her palms down on the edge of the mattress and arched her back slightly. Her breasts filled out the front of her sweatshirt even more in that posture. “You… ah… look happy to be here,” she teased, glancing at my crotch. There was a bewitching glint in her eyes that fed my arousal.

I sat down on the bed beside Jenny. It was then that I noticed the faint outlines of her nipples standing out from her sweatshirt. I licked my lips, then smiled at her. “You look a little happy yourself,” I replied, darting my eyes down to her chest again to emphasize my point.

Jenny followed my gaze, then shot me a bashful smile. “It’s not that… I’ve been moving around and…”

“They woke up,” I shot back with a sly grin.

Jenny let out a sexy giggle and pulled the right corner of her mouth up for an instant. “Yeah, you could say that,” she said. “Sometimes they seem to have a mind of their own.”

Once more my eyes went to Jenny’s chest. Her nipples looked thicker now. Harder. Inviting. I recalled how they felt and looked when I had sucked on them weeks earlier. “Well, I like how they think,” I quipped, still staring at them.

Jenny laughed. “Well, I think they’ll be getting a lot of attention, with you around,” she said.

“Oh?” I grunted as my eyes widened, probably sounding and looking encouraged.

“No — not the kind of attention you’re thinking about — or would want to give them. Sorry, Nick,” she said and chuckled. “I just meant that if I know you as well as I think I do, your eyes will be on them whenever you think I’m not looking.”

I felt myself blush, and gave her a guilty smile.

Jenny draped her right arm around my shoulder and leaned against me, giving me a sideways glance.

“It’s okay, Nick. I’m not mad. I’m realistic. I know that I can’t expect you to just shut your feelings off, like you’re a machine,” she said.

“I just hope you’ll respect the boundaries I’ve set.”

“Yeah, definitely. Of course,” I said with a nod and feeling guilty.

Jenny tugged at my shoulder, giving me a hug. “Thanks, Honey. Besides, you’ll get tired of looking at me after a while, then spend your time looking at porn on the Internet.”

Our laughter at Jenny’s shrewd remark filled the bedroom and my eyes shifted towards her breasts again. I noticed them jiggle a bit as she laughed. There was little chance that I would choose looking at pictures of plastic women online in favour of Jenny, I thought to myself. A few seconds later, Jenny noticed me staring.

“Don’t say it,” she said, fighting a smile.

“Say what?” I asked, trying to act confused.

“Whatever you were thinking just now.” Jenny slipped her arm from around me and rested it on her lap.

“I could say a lot of things,” I retorted.

“Yeah… but it’s probably best that you don’t.” Jenny’s voice sounded almost stern as she spoke. She got up from the bed and turned to me, folding her arms self-consciously in front of her. “I’m going to go start supper,” she told me. “You’ll be hungry from all the unpacking. I’m making roast beef. Elaine says it’s your favourite.”

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No matter how many years it has been, everyone remembers their days in high school. All of those times when we were permitted to be free. The final days before adulthood and responsibility. Never worrying about consequences. Living life for today and not regretting yesterday or dreading tomorrow. Each day in itself brings a new adventure.

Emily believed fully in this philosophy. She was a beautiful, blonde haired blue eyed angel. Angel in the sense of how she looked. But inside, she was wild. She loved to go out with the boys and have passionate sex…but never the same boy twice, she bored easily. And she loved hanging out with her girlfriends, talking about the boys and sex. Particularly Amber, her best friend. Amber and Emily could pass for twins, although Amber had long, curly blonde hair, while Emily’s was short and straight. They had similarly athletic builds, and why not, they both ran track. But unlike many other athletic girls, these two were blessed with curves. And it worked to their advantage. Either girl could have any guy she wanted. And that’s what they did. They made it into a game…how many men they could conquer.

In their senior year of high school, both girls now being eighteen and still not wanting to grow up, they decided to try something new and joined the cheerleading squad. All throughout high school, they had made fun of the cheerleaders, as many high school kids do, but now it was different. They had a game to play, and there was no better way to show off their bodies than in those little skirts and tight shirts. They had all the men at the game drooling over them. And they loved it.

The time had to come however, when their senior year was coming to an end. Both girls were a little sad to be leaving, but they still knew they had a whole summer ahead of them.

The night before their last big game, the girls decided to have a sleepover. Just the two of them. Emily’s parents were away for the night, so they rented movies and bought a lot of junk food. They talked about boys and gossiped, compared sex stories. All that junk food must have given them a sugar rush though, because they were wound up and had nothing to do with their energy. Emily had a brilliant Arapsuyu Escort idea. They were going to practice their cheering. Both girls jumped up to go put on their uniforms.

Amber beat Emily upstairs and they practically jumped out of their pajamas. For the first time, Emily began to notice her best friends body, and she was astounded at the warmth which soon turned to wetness between her legs at the sight of her naked friend. Amber didn’t notice Emily staring as she put on her uniform and Emily said nothing to her friend. However, as Emily put on her own uniform, she conveniently forgot to put her bloomers on, leaving herself to be exposed if she so chose to do so.

The girls ran downstairs to burn off their energy. The two girls yelled and jumped and did splits until they were lying exhausted on the floor. Emily had had so much fun, that she had forgotten her sexual thoughts towards Amber. But Amber soon made up for that. She lay there next to Emily and just watched as her breasts heaved up and down. She could see Emily’s nipples poking right through the sweater. She too began to feel that familiar warmth between her legs. Although, she too had never felt it due to another girl. She welcomed this warmth, but decided not to make a move.

Pretty soon, the girls sugar rush had died and they decided to head off to bed. They knew that they had a big day ahead of them and should get their rest. Amber didn’t think she would be getting much sleep, however. She had already planned on masturbating after Emily fell asleep.

Emily’s parents had a huge waterbed that they decided to sleep in. The girls dressed for bed, both wearing skimpy nighties that were intended to turn their men on. But it worked on girls too. Emily climbed into the bed with Amber soon to follow. Emily quickly fell asleep. Amber gently eased the covers off of Emily’s small form and quickly undid the tie on the front of her own nightie. She had conveniently forgotten to put her own underwear back on…and from the looks of it, so had Emily.

Amber ran her hand lightly across her tits, feeling her nipples stand instantly at attention. She did this for a few minutes, feeling that warmth Escort Arapsuyu spreading once again between her legs. She pinched lightly at her nipples, moaning softly as she did. All this time, she was concentrating on the body of her friend. The way her tits moved up and down. Down to her flat stomach as it caved in a little near her hips. Her long smooth legs that Amber had always admired. Pretty soon she stuck her fingers right in her tight pussy. She couldn’t take it anymore, looking at her beautiful friend. Her pussy needed to release. She slid two fingers deep inside her while her thumb rubbed over her clit. She continued pinching her nipples with her other hand. She didn’t realize that she was rocking back and forth as she did so. Pretty soon Amber was so into it that she didn’t see Emily wake up. Watching Amber play with herself turned Emily on more than she had ever been before. She kept her eyes slightly open as she watched Amber’s beautiful naked body start to glisten with sweat from her building orgasm. Emily could tell that Amber was about to cum so she took advantage of the situation.

Amber was so wrapped up in her orgasm that she didn’t see Emily until their lips met. Emily thrust her tongue into Amber’s mouth and Amber returned the kiss. Amber’s hand reached around Emily, pulling Emily on top of her. Emily straddled Amber and sat up to remove her nightie and Amber was right…no panties either. She couldn’t help but smile at this. Emily leaned back into Amber kissing her again, but more deeply. They rubbed their bodies together, feeling the others tits and pussy. Emily reached down and pinched Amber’s nipple. Amber moaned at her touch. She bent her head down and traced circles around Amber’s tits with her tongue. Amber ran her hand through Emily’s hair, pulling at it slightly.

Emily turned herself around on Amber. She was still on top of her, but now on her hands and knees above her. Amber lifted herself to Emily’s dripping pussy and shoved her fingers into Emily. Emily’s back arched with the pleasure. She fucked Emily with her fingers and sucked on her clit. She had never tasted anything so erotic. Her tongue flicked all around Emily’s pussy. Licking Arapsuyu Escort Bayan and sucking and not getting enough of that sweet taste. She reached her other hand around and ran it over Emily’s tight little ass. She spanked it as she continued to fuck her friend. Emily moaned with this new pleasure. Amber decided to take it a little further. She licked her finger then worked it into Emily’s ass. Emily had never felt this before, but it was obvious she loved it. She was now rocking on her knees, trying to get Amber deeper into her. Amber continued to lick and soon she felt Emily’s pussy pulsing around her fingers. She fucked harder and licked faster as Emily’s body began to shake. Emily screamed out in enjoyment, clawing at the bedcovers as she did. She came hard and fast, and Amber was only too happy to lick her friends pussy clean.

No sooner had Emily cum before she buried her own head into her friends sweet little pussy. She wanted to return the favor. She did just like Amber had done to her. Amber had a light musky scent that turned Emily on. She was almost ravenous, not licking enough of Amber’s juices up. Her fingers thrusting deep into her friend, wiggling her fingers around Amber’s G-spot. Amber leaned back up and began to lick Emily’s pussy while her own was also getting licked. After all, she had already orgasmed once…and if she was going to again, Emily deserved two also. They girls started licking hungrily, grabbing at each others asses as if to pull themselves deeper inside. When they came it was amazing. Both girls came at once. They each continued to fuck the other with their fingers as they had to let out their own screams of pleasure. Emily’s orgasm lasted a little longer but then they licked a little more just to clean the other up. Both girls were exhausted.

Emily turned herself around again to face her friend. Amber pulled Emily’s lips to her own and they kissed once more. Now getting to taste their own hot juices. They licked at their lips and laid on their sides to face each other. They slept that night wrapped in each others arms. Every once in a while they would rub at the other. But there was no more sex that night.

They didn’t speak of the incident for a while. But soon Emily couldn’t keep the secret any longer and told her current boyfriend. She knew he would go tell his friends. But that’s what she wanted. Not long after, Emily and Amber were even more popular than before. They were fucking everyone, including each other. But that’s another story altogether.

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It had been half an hour since I’d left my sister’s room after the… ‘incident’, and I couldn’t think about anything else. I’d opened three different textbooks, trying to force myself to forget about it by studying but I couldn’t take in a word: I finally gave up after reading the same sentence six times and still having no idea what it was talking about. I heard a voice calling up the stairs, my dad’s:

“I’m heading out to pick up Jerry and Sid, I’ll be back in an hour or so. Your mother’s collecting your grandma, should be about the same. Make sure nothing burns down here, okay?”

I yelled “Fine” back down to him then rolled my chair back and breathed out a long, slow, deep breath, staring up at the slowly rotating fan on my ceiling. I couldn’t shake the image of the photo I’d seen on my sister’s computer. Part of my clean-up had been to sort all of the bullshit on her desktop into folders, so it wasn’t even as if there was much covering the picture when it popped up – nope, just a full screen of her naked body with those devilish eyes looking back. Looking back at me.

“Fuck!”

I stood up and started pacing back and forth. Why was I thinking about it that way? How could I be thinking about my sister – my own sister, fer chissake! – like this? I don’t know why, but the idea got into my head that I’d feel better if I just got myself off. I justified it to myself by arguing that if I could just clear the sexual thoughts from my mind I’d be able to think clearly about Lexi again and might be able to walk through and apologise to her, see if I could try to sort things out with her. At very least I could change the wallpaper settings so that picture wouldn’t crop up again randomly. Or any other pictures like it. Shit, now I was wondering if there were more like it. I mean, that doesn’t seem like the one dirty picture of yourself that you’d have, does it? It seemed more like part of a series, as if she’d been-

I caught myself and stopped.

“No. Think about something else.”

I carried on mumbling to myself as I pulled up my torrent client and checked to see what I had downloaded already. I needed to find something with a girl as different from Lexi as I could. Someone tall, dark-skinned, dark-haired, big tits. It didn’t take long before I found something in the ridiculous list of videos I’d lined up as soon as I got back, and the chunk of time I’d spent helping Lexi had given them all plenty of time to download (thank fuck my parents believed me when I told them they needed the premium package from their ISP a few years ago). I fired the video up and skipped forward to the first action scene: the girl had huge tits, super dark skin and a long face that was more strikingly beautiful that cute or pretty – nothing like Lexi. Perfect. Except, I shouldn’t have been comparing her to Lexi – I should have be focussing on how hot she was and how good it looked to watch her suck cock. I started to get a response from downstairs and unzipped my fly, giving a quick glance over at the door to make sure it was firmly closed before I slipped my cock out through my boxer’s buttonhole fly and let it spring free. Now, I’m not going to lie and say I’m the most hung guy in the world, but I will say that I do have a rather nice, thick seven-incher that’s received nothing but rave reviews from the (admittedly) few girls who’ve had a turn on it. I grabbed some lube from my desk drawer (note to self: remove the lube from the drawer before Grandma takes over this room) and drizzled some into my hand, slicking it up and down my shaft.

“Mmm…”

I let out a soft moan – it had been almost a week since I’d last rubbed one out thanks to my super-religious, always-home roommate cramping any chance – and started to find a good rhythm that matched the girl’s head-bobbing. I started to get really into the scene, thinking about how good it’d be to be getting some head right now when the guy pulled his cock from her mouth and motioned for the girl to get off her knees and mount the bed. I didn’t even realise what was happening for a moment until she looked back over her shoulder and I came. I came hard. But I wasn’t thinking about her, I wasn’t even seeing her on my screen. I could only see the image of Lexi in that position, and that was what pushed me over the edge: it was Lexi’s plump, pink, clean-shaven pussy lips – parting ever-so-slightly with her nubbin-like clit peeking out just a touch – and her tight, puckered rosebud just above them that I had the mental image of. It was the way her big, blonde curls spilled down from behind her ear to partially cover the side of her face – making that smoky-eyed look even more mysterious and sultry – that I couldn’t stop myself thinking of. It was her cute, small tits hanging down and just barely visible between her spread legs that had taken me from leisurely stroking to spurting a huge load all over my T-shirt. I had cum – harder than I had ever before – thinking about my sister. I’d only seen the picture for a handful of seconds but it was seared into Yeniemek Escort my retinas. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling a hot wave of shame wash over me, but the only thing on the inside of my eyelids was that picture.

“Oh fuck…”

I opened my eyes again and looked down at the mess covering my crotch and T-shirt. I was going to need to shower, and hope that my mom didn’t look too closely at my laundry when she did it. Fuck it; I could just tuck this somewhere in the middle of the huge duffle bag of dirty clothes I’d brought back.

Fifteen minutes later I was standing under a hot stream of water and was finally starting to feel a little cleaner – both physically and mentally. The orgasm had actually helped clear my mind of sexual thoughts about Lexi. To an extent, at least. I still felt confused and ashamed and weird, but it wasn’t as if I’d done any of it intentionally. I mean, I wasn’t trying to think of her when I was jerking off – I was trying to do the exact opposite. And I didn’t even know the pictures were on her computer – how was I supposed to know she’d been taking dirty pictures of herself in the first place? And who the hell stores that kind of stuff in My Pictures, anyhow? By the time I was stepping out the shower I was feeling pretty good about things: this was just a weird one-off thing, I could go back and see Lexi in a bit when she’d calmed down, act as if nothing had happened and just offer to change her wallpaper back to a static image. I kept that confidence while I cleaned my room up and re-packed everything I’d only unpacked a few hours ago. After checking everything was good in the kitchen I headed to the living room and threw on the TV, settling myself down in the couch to enjoy some dumb movie or a game – whatever caught my eye. After a few minute of channel-flicking I found Broken Arrow and grinned: I was set.

As soon as the first commercial break hit I walked through to the kitchen to grab myself a beer, glancing in at my parent’s PC in the study as I walked past on my way. It wasn’t until I grabbed the beer from the fridge that a nagging thought struck me. I cracked it open and decided I had to go deal with it now. I took a slug then walked upstairs and over to Lexi’s door. I stood outside, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly then knocked twice.

“…what is it?”

I braced myself; this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Listen, Lexi – I don’t want to do this but I need to ask you a question and I need you to answer me honestly.”

Silence was the only response I got. I wasn’t surprised, so I continued:

“I don’t care about the picture – truly, I don’t – but I need to know if you used Mom’s camera to take it.”

I heard a sniffle from behind the door before it swung open and Lexi stood before me – her eyes still red from crying.

“Why?”

She seemed genuinely confused, not angry, like I was worried she would be.

“If you took the picture on her camera I need to know that you deleted it. I can all-but-guarantee Mom’ll use that camera over Thanksgiving dinner this evening to take family pictures. And when she’s finished taking them…”

I trailed off and raised my eyebrows a little, letting her fill in the blank for herself. She maintained the confused look for a second before the light-bulb suddenly clicked on and her eyes widened in shock.

“Shit! She’ll want to show them to everyone on the computer! Fuckfuckfuck!”

I raised my hands and shushed her to calm her down.

“Easy, easy… it’s okay; you can delete them before then. Do you still have the camera up here?”

Lexi shook her head frantically, her eyes still wide and panicked. I put my free hand on her shoulder and locked eyes with her, taking a slow, deep breath in then letting it out in a steady stream. Lexi took a repetition or two to sync with me but by the time she’d been through a few cycles with me she was far calmer.

“Okay. Go grab the camera and we can delete the picture.”

Lexi bit her lip and looked down at the floor – seeing my sister shy and embarrassed was not a common thing for me, given her usual nature – before she murmured out a few words:

“Pictures. There’s more than one.”

Huh, so I was right. I mentally slapped myself upside the head myself for thinking about what might be contained in the other ones, and then came back to the current moment.

“Okay, we can delete the pictures, plural. Can you grab the camera?”

Lexi nodded and attempted a smile, turning one corner of her mouth up half-heartedly at me.

“Can you change the thing on my computer so it doesn’t do that again? It changed to a picture of my and Amber at the lake a few minutes ago – I want to keep it at that one.”

“Sounds good. I’ll fix that while you get the camera.”

“You’re a good brother sometime, you know?”

I smirked a little at that and nodded my head sideways for her to get going. She stepped past me and headed for the stairs while I went over to her computer, Yeniemek Escort Bayan taking another sip of beer on my way. I set the bottle down beside the laptop and pulled open the desktop setting to set it to stay on the current wallpaper image. It took all of fifteen seconds and – knowing it’d be at least another minute or so before Lexi got downstairs, found the camera and came back up – a little part of me was tempted to pull open the My Picture folder and see how many other pictures she’d taken of herself. My fingers hovered over the trackpad for a good ten seconds considering it before I wheeled back from the computer and took another drink of my beer. I was not going to think these thoughts.

“Okay, I got it. How do you delete stuff?”

Lexi walked back into the room, her head down focussing on the LCD screen on the back of the little point-and-click our Dad had got our Mom for Christmas last year. My mind wandered again as I looked at her: even with her big curls pulled up in a hair tie, wearing sweatpants and a loose-hanging shirt anyone could tell she was well-built and pretty – especially when she put effort in to her outfit.

“Jake?”

Lexi interrupted me from my reverie and I cursed myself again for the direction my mind had wandered in.

“Umm… you should be able to hit a button that looks like a ‘play’ symbol to pull up images.”

“I don’t see it. Oh wait, got it. Oh.”

From the way her face fell I could tell that the image on screen was either the one that had popped up on her laptop, or another one just as explicit. I acted unfazed and carried on with my instructions, trying to think how camera like this usually worked.

“Right, you should be able to hit a ‘Menu’ or ‘OK’ button to get options up. Got it?”

Lexi furrowed her brow in concentration and clicked a few buttons, frowned more and tried another few. She looked up at me, her face starting to contort in panic again. I kept my voice low and level, attempting to soothe her.

“It’s okay, we’ve got lots of time before Mom and Dad are back – we can work it out.”

Another few minutes of false-starts – with Lexi very deliberately keeping the camera screen facing her and her alone – and her frustration was beginning to become obvious.

“I can change the flash setting, set an exposure – whatever the fuck that is – or self-timer but I can’t delete them. What the fuck?!”

I sighed and pressed my thumb and forefinger into my eyes.

“Okay. Lexi? Turn the camera off then on again. Load up the image viewer and use the arrows to flick back to the least risqué one you have on there. I’ll show you how to delete it then you can carry on and get rid of the rest of them.”

“Umm…”

I dropped my hand and opened my eyes again, looking over to where Lexi sat cross-legged on the bed, biting her lip again.

“Seriously? You didn’t take any with your clothes on or anything?”

I didn’t realise what I’d said until the words were out my mouth and Lexi’s cheeks lit up bright red. I felt my face flush as well and finished the last of my beer, mostly as an excuse to not be looking at Lexi anymore. I felt a familiar twitch in my pants and froze with the bottle upturned, looking at the ceiling. Seriously? I was getting wood from talking to my sister about her naked picture? I lowered the bottle as casually as I could and set it on her desk. Lexi was staring intently at the bedsheets when she answered, barely above a whisper.

“No. I didn’t.”

I exhaled deeply again, trying to think of where to go from here. Before I came up with a better solution Lexi spoke again.

“I’ll find the one where I’m most covered up, but you’ve got to delete it as quickly as you can and never EVER tell anyone about these. Okay?”

I nodded mutely and wished I had another beer I could down to steady my nerves and stop my heart beating quite so hard and fast. I tried to stay cool as I nodded as nonchalantly as possible. Lexi stood up from the bed and handed me the camera, standing beside the chair I was sitting in to be able to look down at the screen with me.

“So, uh…”

I was staring a picture of my little sister on this tiny screen – her dirty blonde curls framing her trademark lopsided mischievous grin on her cute, freckled face; her arms folded over her chest to push her small but perky breasts together and up; her puffy nipples just barely poking out over her forearms; her perfect little bellybutton just barely visible at the bottom of the shot with a blue crystal pendant dangling on a silver chain from it. I swallowed hard and tried to control the stammer I was sure was going to come out in my voice.

“Uhh… here, you hit the, umm, green button to get the menu up.”

The menu was semi-transparent so the image stayed pretty clear behind it as I tried to control my shaking fingers.

“Then, uh, we’ll…”

I wasn’t stalling – honestly, I swear – the menu was poorly designed and barely comprehensible Escort Yeniemek at all. I was studying the unintuitive icons, trying my hardest to look at them and not what was behind them. Evidently I was taking my time since I got a shot in my arm from Lexi.

“You fucking pervert – you’re checking me out!”

“No! No! I just, uhh, I can’t figure this thing out – it’s some weird no-name brand Dad bought! I’ve never used the thing before!”

I turned to her to plead my case – honestly terrified she’d think I was enjoying this. The funny thing is, she didn’t sound all that mad, and when she’d hit me it was more of a playful “Oh, you…” play-punch rather than a “What the fuck?!” angry-punch. The look on her face was closer to friendly exasperation than to legitimate concern. I had no idea how to deal with this so I just turned away again and looked at the screen again – trying to keep my focus on the foreground.

“Ah, got it – you need to use the arrow keys to scroll down past the first screen; it’s the very bottom option. See?”

I turned to her again to see if she was following and was surprised to find her face right beside mine: she’d leant over while I wasn’t looking, putting her cheek right next to mine. She pulled away a touch when she realised I’d turned, looking back at me and nodding, a half-smile still floating on her face.

“And then you just hit the one that says ‘OK’, click right to confirm with ‘OK’ again and… voila!”

The image behind disappeared only to be replaced by another – clearly the next in her ‘series’ – where her eyes were half-closed and her head tilted back, biting her lower-lip while she cupped her left breast in one hand and pinched her right nipple with the other. Her grip on the nipple looked firm from the whiteness of her fingertips and the distance she was pulling it away from her body. Again, I only saw it for a half-second as I quickly handed the camera back up to Lexi to continue deleting the photos, but every detail of the image was preserved clear as day in my mind. I expected her to say something, or to move back over to the bed to continue the deletion or something. I considered standing up to leave but I could feel my cock was rock-solid in my pants just now so I opted to stay. As casually as I could I asked Lexi how it was going:

“You managing to delete those all okay?”

She gave a non-committal grunt in response and I gave a dumb nod she probably didn’t even notice. After another minute of sitting awkwardly, listening to the click-click-click-beep of her deleting picture after picture while I waited for my erection to fade – something that wasn’t happened too well with my mind racing with the three images that were rapidly changing my view of my sister – I turned to her again.

“How many did you take?”

Her cheeks reddened again as she replied:

“A few. I’m almost done, I swear.”

She clicked another half-dozen or so times, intently staring at the screen as her cheeks stayed beetroot, before she finally stopped and tossed the camera onto her desk. She then flopped back on the bed, breathing an extended sigh of relief. I was about to get up to leave while she was lying down and less likely to notice the bulge in my pants as I walked out, but she sat back up almost immediately – her face back to her usually bubbly, happy grin.

“You, big brother, are a lifesaver. Thanks so much.”

There wasn’t a trace of sarcasm in her voice – quite the change from our usual interactions for the past year or so – and it felt good. I smiled back, a big genuine grin to match hers. She hopped off the bed and leant past me to grab the camera – her chest brushing against my upper arm, which didn’t help with the erection issue one bit, especially not after having just seen photos of what was hidden under that shirt.

“I should put this back, so Mom can find it empty and ready to use tonight!”

“Good idea.”

I placed my hands on the armrests of the chair, ready to hike myself out of it once Lexi was on her way out the room – hopefully I could follow her out on her way downstairs then duck into my room without her noticing the tent in my pants. I turned my head to the side to see what was holding Lexi up at just the moment she leant in to kiss my cheek again, but the quarter-turn of my head lined my lips up perfectly with the spot on my cheek she’d been aiming for just a second ago. Our lips met and we both froze – this wasn’t what either of us had intended and we had no idea how to deal with it. Her lips were soft and gentle on mine and I had a fleeting urge to place a hand on the back of her head and pull her in for a proper kiss before we both pulled back in shock and surprise.

“Sorrysorrysorry!”

Lexi clenched her hands and stepped back, raising them up in front of her and pulling them in tight, her breathing suddenly rapid and shallow. I started up out of my chair – forgetting totally about my tumescence problem – as I spotted the signs of a panic attack coming on. The look on Lexi’s face changed as soon as I got fully out the chair, though: suddenly I remembered why I’d been sitting so long. I started to stutter an explanation but no words came out and I just stared at her in horror, now worried that I was about to have a panic attack. Lexi lowered her arms and asked me quizzically:

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Chapter 4 – Loving in a Winter Wonderland

“Have I told you how great this is?” the slender blond enthused as he and the taller figure behind him gazed out at the snow-covered countryside.

“Oh only one or two …dozen…times,” came the warm amused voice of the tall, dark haired man from behind his mate. Jaze smiled affectionately as the angelic face turned towards him smiling more brightly than the sun on the snow outside their Scottish cabin. Slender, strong arms wrapped around his waist and Stewie leant into his older lover’s muscular body. Automatically Jaze’s arms dropped from Stewie’s slim hips to the taut buttocks and in a well practiced manoeuvre, light flowed against dark to wrap long toned legs around a solid waist and began to pepper the beloved face with kisses.

“Well thank you again,” Stewie smiled. “You’re the best, Jaze,” he added nuzzling into the juncture of neck and shoulder of the older man and inhaling the clean, masculine scent of his mate.

“Love you, Babe,” Jaze growled softly into a small ear.

“Love you, too,” Stewie replied.

Jaze carefully swung the slighter man around to a peal of musical laughter. He then lowered the precious young man to the ground and Stewie cuddled close. Jaze held the blond tightly and smiled as he thought back to their arrival at the cabin earlier that day and how child-like in his excitement Stewie had been.

Jaze had got a loan of the holiday cabin on the west coast of Scotland from a good friend. Although the cabin was set in a forest with neighbours a good distance away, they were still in driving distance of Oban where they could get the ferry over to the isle of Mull.. An unexpected snowfall had covered the area with a thick layer of clean white snow with more predicted as on the way. They would have two full days at the cabin before travelling home again. The four days break enough to recharge their batteries. Jaze wanted Stewie to enjoy his first visit to Scotland and so far the younger man was enchanted.

The cabin boasted a kitchen/diner, bathroom and sunken living room on the ground floor. In the living room, a circular settee framed a beautiful, large real fire. Jaze’s smile widened at the thought of the space between the settee and fire. He had quite definite plans for that space. Upstairs was a large bedroom with an enormous bed. Jaze had plans for that, too. Stewie had run inside examining everything with such enthusiasm that it took Jaze’s breath away and he was glad he’d arranged this pre-Christmas treat.

“Let’s go play in the snow,” Stewie begged, turning large turquoise eyes on the older man.

“My lover…the big kid,” Jaze sighed theatrically, but he knew he was powerless to resist either the big eyes or the pleading tone.

“Please,” Stewie added, his eyes darkening. “I promise to be a really good boy later,” he said huskily.

“Imp,” Jaze laughed swatting the pert rear. “Ok, outside,” he ordered. Jaze’s smile was feral as he quickly retrieved some special supplies from the bags he had packed. In his haste to enjoy the snow, Stewie didn’t even notice.

For a while the men were simply content to walk in the snow-blanketed forest and take in the clean air and noise free environment. They held hands and traded kisses without any fear of censure. Finally Stewie had run to begin a snowball fight and the forest rang with their combined laughter. Jaze won by sneaking round on his younger mate and shaking a snow-laden tree that succeeded in covering Stewie making him look like a living snowman. Jaze helped brush off the snow from the blond and then enveloped him in a warm embrace. Slowly the embrace became an exploration of the warmly clothed body.

“Want you, Stewie,” Jaze’s voice was a rough caress of warm air into Stewie’s ear. Jaze felt the slender body tremble and knew it had nothing to do with the frozen landscape around them.

“Out here?” Stewie demurred. He wanted Jaze, but gazed around wide-eyed at the thought of making love where they stood.

“There’s no-one here but us, love” Jaze said, his hand sliding to rub insistently at a cloth covered bulge at Stewie’s groin. He was pleased to feel the flesh harden further under his touch.

Jaze,” Stewie moaned softly and Jaze knew the younger man had already capitulated. Stewie’s natural shyness was no defence against Jaze’s erotic demands. Blood pooled at Stewie’s groin and as Jaze shamelessly kneaded his responsive flesh, Stewie’s higher reasoning fled in the face of overwhelming desire.

Jaze kissed the smaller man deeply, feeling the blond become pliant in his arms. Jaze knew he had a wide exhibitionist streak, but endeavoured not to compromise Stewie’s naturally shyer personality beyond the young man’s comfort zone. He would never force Stewie where the other male felt uncomfortable, but the cabin’s relative isolation had made the older man dream that loving outdoors would be an option. He just hadn’t banked on the snow. He growled happily, one hand Varsak Escort still working its magic on the bulge between Stewie’s legs while the other fumbled in his pocket.

Ensuring Stewie was turned away from him, Jaze quickly donned the black leather gloves before reaching round to caress Stewie’s cheek. He turned Stewie to face him and noted with satisfaction the way Stewie’s eyes had darkened with desire.

“Up against the tree, love” Jaze commanded his voice dark and smooth. Jaze stood at Stewie’s side as the smaller man positioned himself. He stood as though ready to be frisked; bent at the waist, legs spread wide, his hands on the trunk of the tree. Jaze smiled as he took in the way the vulnerable position canted Stewie’s pert rear upwards. He knew this couldn’t last long; it was too cold to be undressed, even partially, for long.

Jaze unsnapped and unzipped Stewie’s jeans, tugging them impatiently to mid-thigh. He heard Stewie’s soft whimper as the cold air met his heated flesh. Looking down, Stewie’s moan became more wanton at the sight of his aroused flesh being milked by the hand encased in soft black leather.

“You like this, baby?” Jaze crooned in Stewie’s ear. He didn’t bother to wait for a reply. “You like being touched like this mmm? So good, baby. So good to be able to touch you,”

Jaze’s voice was dark, smooth and seductive and Stewie’s trembling bore no relation to the cold air around him, all he was focused upon was the sinful voice and the talented hand. Stewie panted softly as Jaze’s other hand caressed the exposed nether cheeks, kneading and squeezing the firm flesh. Several rapid swats on each cheek had them red and burning slightly and Stewie’s panting became shallower and harsher. He moaned the loss of the hand then gave a pleasured cry of Jaze’s name as a slick, gloved finger pressed between taut cheeks.

Jaze could feel his own flesh throb as he alternated between watching one hand stroke Stewie’s hardness and the other begin to thrust between the creamy globes. Jaze knew Stewie shared his fetish for leather and enjoyed the feel and look of the gloves on his body as much as Jaze did. Jaze had three fingers buried in his mate’s body and corkscrewed the motion to stretch Stewie ready to accept him. He felt the way Stewie tried to rotate his hips and push back trying to get Jaze deeper and the older man gave a growl of approval as Stewie threw back his head as Jaze rubbed the sweet spot deep within him.

Jaze removed his fingers to a wail of loss from his mate and hurried to free his aching erection. Positioning himself close behind the smaller man, Jaze carefully entered his lover in a smooth, controlled manoeuvre. He reached around Stewie to continue stroking the erect, smooth flesh and he gave a low guttural groan as he felt Stewie’s hot, tight channel ripple around his own solid need.

“Now, Jaze,” Stewie’s voice was rough with arousal. “Make me yours.”

As Stewie pushed back indicating his readiness, Jaze set a hard, fast pace, “Always mine, Stewie,” he rumbled into the small ear. With his free hand he reached around Stewie’s chest to pull the slender man tight against his chest. As his hips pistoned into slick, velvet walls he slid his free hand under Stewie’s layers of clothing and tugged gently at the peaked nipples he found.

Stewie whimpered in pleasure and allowed his head to fall back on Jaze’s shoulder. He loved his mate’s physical strength and sexual dominance. In this position, there was nothing he could do except let the bigger man pleasure him. Jaze was fully in control of his body; fingers rolling and gently pinching his nipples, a hand stroking his burning rod and Jaze’s own solid shaft thrusting inside him deeply, striking his sweet spot every time.

“So close,” he panted. “So close. Oh, Jaze…oh, oh…JAZE!” Stewie cried his lover’s name to the clear blue skies uncaring of who might hear.

Jaze’s eyes feasted on the ecstatic look on the smaller man’s face. He felt the slender channel clench rhythmically around his solid shaft as Stewie reached his zenith. He watched as Stewie’s crème pulsed over his gloved hand, the whiteness contrasting sharply with the black leather and with a primal roar, snapped his hips deep inside the slighter figure to find his own release.

“MINE,” he bellowed as his seed flowed inside the beloved body. He kept tight hold as Stewie sagged spent in his arms. Finally, the older man’s spent sex began to soften. He unsheathed himself and, ensuring Stewie could stand unaided, Jaze quickly tidied them both up. Turning Stewie to face him, Jaze gazed into loving, satiated cerulean eyes. As Stewie’s arms came out, Jaze enfolded the smaller man into a tight embrace and kissed him thoroughly.

“Love you, Stewie,” he murmured into a tiny ear. “Love you so much.”

“Love you, too,” Stewie replied, nuzzling at Jaze’s neck.

“Let’s get back and get you warmed up properly,” Jaze said, pulling the slender Varsak Escort Bayan form close as they headed back to the cabin.

As the two men jostled their way into the cabin, Jaze swatted the pert rear as Stewie wriggled enticingly, glancing over his shoulder at the bigger man with a smouldering glance.

“Shower,” Jaze commanded softly. “Then we’re preparing dinner.”

“You’re not joining me?” Stewie asked, pouting unashamedly.

“No pouting,” Jaze laughed kissing the chilled lips. “I’ll be there in two minutes. I just need to get something from the car.”

“‘K,” Stewie said as he headed towards the bathroom.

Jaze was out to the car and back in seconds. He left the large rolled object lying close to the settee by the fire, confident his younger mate wouldn’t notice it. He then stalked to the bathroom door and paused, his eyes greedily taking in the sight before him.

Stewie stood in the shower, water cascading over the honey-tinted, lithe body making the young man look like an exotic water nymph. Jaze relished the glorious nudity of the form before him, knowing he would never tire of the sight. Although heat pooled in the older man’s groin and his flesh tightened and twitched in appreciation, Jaze was in no hurry to become re-aroused. He had plans for after dinner and getting aroused again, so soon, could interfere with those plans. With a fortifying breath, Jaze quickly stripped off his clothes and squeezed in close to his beautiful young lover. Both men relished the intimacy, touching and caressing each other freely. Jaze resisted the temptation to minister to Stewie’s half hard flesh. Instead, he kissed the smaller man before urging them out of the shower to dry off. The men simply donned sleep pants and tops once dry and headed to the kitchen.

Stewie’s culinary skills were non-existent, but Jaze enjoyed cooking. He directed Stewie into dicing up salad to accompany the already prepared home-made lasagne. Allowing Stewie to chop happily, Jaze left the younger man to continue saying he would ensure the fire was fully built up before preparing garlic bread. As Jaze had predicted, Stewie was so engrossed by the task allotted to him, he failed to notice the additional activity Jaze engaged in when tending to the fire.

Returning to the kitchen area, pleased with his preparations, Jaze waited for a suitable opportunity to put his arms around Stewie’s trim waist. He rested his head on the smaller man’s shoulder and sighed with contentment.

“I love you,” he murmured quietly. “I know it’s just been a few months but I can’t envisage life without you.”

“Same here, lover,” Stewie agreed putting his hands over Jaze’s, loving the way his older lover surrounded him. He tilted his head in silent offering and Jaze kissed his way up the proffered throat and then the lush lips. He wanted a slow, gradual build up of sexual tension.

They teased and bantered with each other and throughout the meal, they trading caresses and kisses that grew more heated and prolonged. By the time they had finished eating, Stewie’s bright blue eyes were darkened with the same desire that smouldered in Jaze’s hazel orbs.

“Put the dishes in the sink, love,” Jaze directed. “Then join me by the fire.”

Stewie complied with his lover and then came round the settee to join the older man. As he gazed down, his breath caught and his expressive eyes widened. Unconsciously he licked at suddenly dry lips. Jaze lay naked and hard in front of the fire, his eyes so dark as to be black as he slowly stroked his impressive length. Stewie felt saliva flood his mouth and he wanted to taste the bigger man. To Stewie, Jaze was the epitome of masculinity. Dark hair covered the broad chest and through which two prominent, dark pink nipples peeked. It then dusted over the toned abdomen. Beneath his navel a trail of dark hair led to a lush dark pubic pelt of curls that framed the solid shaft that beckoned to the younger man. Next to Jaze’s raw maleness, Stewie often felt like a boy pretending to be a man, but recognised that Jaze truly loved him the way he was. His slender physique belied his strength. His slender, hairless chest boasted twin dark discs that Jaze found totally irresistible and Stewie had never known could be a source of such erotic pleasure. Stewie’s slender rod was already jutting proudly from its small nest of blond curls.

“Your body is perfection, love,” Jaze purred seductively as though reading the younger man’s mind. “Absolutely gorgeous, come here, lover.”

As soon as Stewie took another step forward, he froze again and gasped with unexpected pleasure. The sight of Jaze and the dancing shadows cast by the fire had ensured Stewie hadn’t noticed what lay beneath his feet. He looked down with a wide smile at the decadent shearing rug that he now realised Jaze was lying upon. He ran a bare foot over the soft warm material.

“Call it a pre-Christmas present, baby,” Jaze smiled Escort Varsak and petted the space between himself and the fire.

Stewie threw off the sleep pants and top almost throwing himself next to the bigger male and rubbed himself sinuously over the rug.

“You’re the best, Jaze,” Stewie said in a low husky voice that sent a jolt to Jaze’s already hard flesh. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Stewie straddled Jaze’s body and then leant down to cover Jaze’s face with tiny butterfly kisses. Finally he settled his lips over Jaze’s, running his tongue over Jaze’s lips before plunging his tongue inside the warm, welcoming cavern. Their tongues danced languidly and Stewie moaned softly when Jaze sucked gently on the welcome, slick invader.

Jaze’s hands caressed and stroked soft skin that glowed gold and amber from the fire’s dancing flames. He was rarely the passive partner, both men preferring his sexual dominance. However, with Stewie, Jaze knew he had found a mate in whom he could trust implicitly. With that trust came a hitherto willingness to be vulnerable. He moved a hand to caress silken gold tresses as Stewie moved lower to lave and suck at the nipples he’d coveted earlier.

Stewie licked and nipped lower again to nuzzle happily in his lover’s abundant pubic fur. The position allowed hard, hot flesh to rub against his cheeks and Stewie inhaled the scent of Jaze’s musk and arousal. Stewie knew that having Jaze’s pre-come on him was a turn on for the older man and he raised his head to allow his face to rub against the dark red head of Jaze’s staff and heard the low groan of arousal deep in his lover’s chest. He allowed his tongue to follow the path of the shaft’s prominent vein from root to tip and back again and then suckled softly on the sensitive flesh, relishing the salty taste of Jaze’s arousal.

Jaze urged Stewie from straddling his legs and as the younger man knelt obediently at Jaze’s side, Jaze locked gazes with him as he planted his feet on the rug, allowing his legs to fall open in blatant invitation. Jaze heard the soft moan from Stewie at the sight of the bigger man so open as the smaller man repositioned himself between the wide-flung thighs.

Stewie carefully took each precious oval in his mouth in turn, gently rolling them before laving the sac with his soft tongue. With a final look at his mate, Stewie ducked his head lower and Jaze gave a long low moan of pleasure as Stewie’s tongue began to rim dusky furled flesh. He was unaware of the hastily placed cushion behind Jaze’s head as the bigger man strived to watch as his lover pleasured him with his tongue. Jaze began to pant harshly as the tip of Stewie’s tongue gently breached the entrance to his body.

“Need you, baby,” he said hoarsely. His shaft ached with the need for release and the sight Stewie presented as he raised his head: mussed blond hair, face flushed from his exertions, only added to Jaze’s desperation. Stewie flowed up Jaze’s body to fuse their mouths together and Jaze moaned at his intimate taste in Stewie’s mouth.

Carefully, Jaze rolled their bodies so that he loomed over his slighter mate. His hands caressed and roamed imperiously over the slender nude form. His mouth descended on Stewie’s left breast, suckling as much of the sensitive tissue into his mouth as he could. He then nipped and laved at the small cinnamon bud. Lapping across skin made burnished gold by the firelight, Jaze repeated his action on the neglected twin nub. He heard Stewie’s quiet mewl of pleasure and then Stewie’s hands were in his hair, holding his head against Stewie’s breast as the younger man arched into the caress.

Jaze’s tongue lapped down Stewie’s body until he reached the small thatch of curls that seemed aflame with golden fire. As Jaze nuzzled between the toned thighs, Stewie instantly spread his legs wide, inviting his mate into his hidden depths. Jaze used one powerful arm across the back of Stewie’s thighs to display the smaller man to his gaze. He stared with a ravenous hunger at the tiny pink portal now exposed. He swooped down, his tongue the erotic spear by which he impaled his young love. His tongue touched velvet heat and Stewie’s most intimate taste inflamed Jaze’s desire further. His primal growl sending shivers throughout Stewie’s slender form.

Stewie strained to reach Jaze’s head as his lover’s slick, agile muscle thrust into his intimate depths. As he felt Jaze’s tongue move within him it fuelled his already raging arousal.

“More, please,” he begged hoarsely

Jaze reached for the lube he had hidden earlier as he continued to pleasure his lover with his tongue. Slicking two fingers liberally, Jaze moved to take Stewie’s aching shaft into his mouth as he pressed the lubricated fingers into the smaller man’s body. He sought out and stroked Stewie’s hidden sweet spot and relished the sweet cries of pleasure that spilt from his mate’s lush lips.

Stewie held to Jaze’s head as his anchor amidst the maelstrom of sensation. His lover’s mouth and tongue on his eager flesh and a third finger had crowded into his tiny channel to stretch and ready him for his mate’s solid sex.

“Now, Jaze,” he pleaded, head thrashing in response to the need and desire coursing through his veins. “In me now.”

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There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story.

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Keeping it all in the family is the incestuous plot of this story. The adult family that has consensual sex together stays together. Sex between a brother and sister, and a mother and son, before stretching the definition of incest to include a brother-in-law sexually seducing his sister-in-law, a sister-in-law with her sister-in-law, and a son-in-law seducing his mother-in-law.

Author’s Note: This is an incestuous, sexual encounter that really happened between a brother and sister, a mother and son, a sister-in-law with her brother-in-law, a sister-in-law with her sister-in-law, and a son-in-law with his mother-in-law. This is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the privacy and the true identities of those in the story.

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As if daring him to do so, egging him on, something that was as sexually exciting to some as it was nasty to others, Mark’s sinister, sister-in-law, Colleen, baited her husband, Alec, to seduce his sister, Claudia. Seemingly, she took some sort of sexual satisfaction in pitting one person against the other. Biding her time while waiting for the right opportunity to present itself, she watched Claudia swimming back and forth by her brother. As if sexually teasing him, while unknowingly exposing much of her naked body to him, Claudia was having fun swimming.

She didn’t have a pool and every time she visited her brother’s house she enjoyed going for a swim. With San Diego not as hot as the rest of southern California, it does get hot enough during the late summer months and the fall to enjoy the relief of a pool. She wished her husband would agree to a pool but his excuse was not having the time nor wanting the expense of the maintenance.

Obviously, being that Claudia didn’t always get along with her sister-in-law, she’d rather spend her time visiting by swimming in their pool than sitting at the patio table listening to Colleen talking shit about everyone. Always needing to play her head games, this time she was getting in her husband’s head by sexually tempting him to have sex with his sexy sister. Adding fuel to his incestuous fires, Colleen knew that in the way that he had always been sexually attracted to his mother, he had always been sexually attracted to his sister.

Obviously, even though she’d never admit it, rather than to face the rejection, it bothered Colleen that her husband sexually wanted his mother and his sister seemingly more than he sexually wanted her. Perhaps, if she wasn’t such a conniving bitch, her husband would love her in the way that he loved his mother and his sister. Yet, unable to help herself, not a woman to be sexually rejected, she was always trying to get back at him for his incestuous, sexual selections.

While patiently waiting for her perfect opportunity for her husband to join his sister in the pool, Colleen could clearly see that Alec already had an erection in his bathing trunks. Obviously, he was sexually excited from watching the nearly naked, swimming show of his sibling. She swam back and forth in front of her brother while unaware of the wardrobe malfunction of her bathing suit.

“Look at your whore of a sister,” said Colleen to her brother while glancing at Claudia’s husband, Mark, to see his reaction to her calling his wife a whore. “With her breasts hanging out of her bathing suit and her nipples already erect, she’s begging for you to touch her big tits. With much of her ass exposed, tempting you to do so, she obviously wants you to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and squeeze her ass. In the way that her bathing suit barely covers her pussy, she obviously wants you to finger her before fucking her,” said Colleen.

Mark watched his wife swim by them.

“That bathing suit does leave nothing to the imagination,” said Mark with a dirty laugh while eying his nearly naked wife. “Clearly, she literally is quite exposed. With her always so modest, I wonder if Claudia even knows how much she’s unknowingly showing her brother.”

Colleen looked at her husband and touched his bare leg before putting her hand on his bathing suit clad erection.

“Go on, Alec. Join your sister in the pool. Swim with her,” she said squeezing his cock. “Do it. You have my permission to touch your sister and feel her,” said Colleen.

Alec looked at his wife with shock.

“I do?” Alec looked at his wife with surprise. “You don’t mind if I have some sexy fun with my sister?”

Colleen shook her head.

“Of course not. She’s your sister and you’re her loving brother,” said Colleen. “What’s wrong with that?”

Alec looked from his wife to look at his brother-in-law, Claudia’s husband.

“Is it okay if I touch and feel Claudia?”

Mark gave his brother-in-law a smile.

“Be my guest. With her already showing you most of her naked body, I’m sure that’s what she wants,” said Mark with a disinterested shrug.

Alec seemingly couldn’t believe that he had the permission of not only his wife but also of Sütçüler Escort his brother-in-law to touch and feel Claudia.

“For her to expose herself in that sexy way, she obviously wants you to touch and feel her,” said Colleen pausing to watch her husband’s reaction to seeing his nearly naked sister. “Now is your chance. I dare you to put your erect cock in her hand. Maybe she’ll stroke you. Maybe she’ll give you a hand job. Wouldn’t you like a hand job from your sister? I know you would,” said Colleen.

Seemingly surprised that she was giving him her permission to sexually molest his sister, Alec looked from Colleen to stare at Claudia before returning his focused attention to his wife.

“No. I can’t do that, not in front of Mark,” he said. “I would if I was alone with her. I’d touch and feel Claudia everywhere. I’d even fuck her, I would,” said Alec while looking at Mark’s reaction to him wanting to fuck his sister.

Colleen laughed.

“Don’t be silly. Mark won’t mind you having some sexy fun with your sister. Besides, between the couple of drinks that she had and the marijuana laced brownies I made and she ate, she’s obviously high enough not to realize she’s as exposed. She wouldn’t even know that you were touching her and feeling her. Go ahead, I dare you to fuck that little whore,” said Colleen fondling the head of her husband’s prick through his bathing suit.

Alec looked at his wife with as much hatred as he looked at Claudia with lust.

“Stop it, Colleen. I won’t allow you to call my sister a whore,” he said sticking up for his sister when her husband failed to stick up for his wife. “She’s not a whore. She’s a good woman.”

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Alec watched as his sexy sister swam by him in the pool again and again. Obviously, his wife was right. The first time seeing as much of his sister’s nearly naked body, he could clearly see his sister’s big, naked tits and her erect nipples. He could clearly see the full, roundness of her naked ass. He could clearly see her pussy.

As if inviting him to finger her, lick her, and fuck her, he stared at his sister’s naked, bushy, brown pussy. The more that he saw of his sister the more sexually aroused he became. Now with his wife holding his cock in her hand while whispering her sexual suggestions in his ear of what he should do with his sister, he had quite the erection. As if begging him to join her, the last straw was when Claudia swam by him doing the backstroke with her tits and pussy completely out of her bathing suit and floating on top of the water.

“Oh, my God,’ he said while watching his nearly naked sister swimming by him kicking her legs. “‘I can’t believe I’m seeing my sister’s naked tits. I can’t believe I’m seeing my sister’s naked pussy,” he said in a mumble as if talking to himself.

Giving him her approval and her blessing, obviously his wife wanted to watch him touch her, feel her, fondle her, and fuck his sister. Knowing full well that his wife was bi-sexual, perhaps, she’d vicariously gain some sort of sexual satisfaction out of watching him having his wicked, forbidden, sexual way with his sister. Perhaps, after he was done groping his sister and fucking his sister, getting her ready for Colleen to take over, she’d want to eat Claudia’s pussy. Perhaps, hoping that she was high enough, she hoped that Claudia would return the sexual favor and eat her pussy too.

Never without a diabolical plan, Colleen enjoyed not only sexually exciting and sexually teasing those around her but also sexually humiliating those closest to her. She had a habit of pulling the rug out from under someone when they thought they were about to get what they wanted. This time it was her husband, Alec, and his sister, her sister-in-law, Claudia, who were at the center of her sexual scheme.

Obviously, her prize, after her husband had sex with his sister, was her having sex with Claudia’s husband, Mark, her brother-in-law. Then, after she had sex with Mark, hopefully with Claudia high enough and sexually excited enough from Alec getting her ready and in the mood, she’d have sex with Claudia too. Obviously, as much as she wanted to eat Claudia’s pussy, she wanted her sister-in-law to lick and finger her too. Seemingly, Colleen would have sex with anyone if it pleased her and/or moved her personal agenda forward.

“Watch this,” she said leaning to whisper in Mark’s ear as Alec eased himself in the pool to swim alongside his sister. “A long time coming, with incest the best, life doesn’t get any better than this,” she said turning to look at Mark. “With my husband about to grope your wife and have sex with his sister, that opens the door for us to have sex,” she said giving him the eye. “That opens the door for me to have sex with Claudia too.”

Mark watched Claudia’s brother swim closer to his sister as if Alec was a shark and she was a helpless seal.

“Knowing her as I do, if she wasn’t tipsy from drinking and high from eating your brownies, she’d never allow her brother to sexually touch her,” Sütçüler Escort Bayan said Mark. “If she’s anything, she’s a prude. Not only won’t she give me oral sex but also, she won’t allow me to give her oral sex,” he said looking at Colleen as if expecting her to blow him. “Good luck in trying to allow you to give her oral sex and in trying to get her to give you oral sex.”

When Mark turned and looked at Colleen with an expression of shock filled with sexual excitement that his wife may allow her brother to touch her, feel her, and possibly even have sex with her, she suggested the finale.

“Tell me and be honest,” she said teasing Mark with a sexy look and a naughty smile. “Wouldn’t you like to watch me eat your wife’s pussy? Wouldn’t you like to watch Claudia finger and lick my cunt?” Colleen let out a loud cackle. “Wouldn’t you like to watch me make her my lesbian whore?”

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Incest was hard for some to imagine. If it wasn’t shocking enough that an adult, married brother would want to have sex with his adult, married sister, it was even more shocking that a wife would not only approve but also encourage her husband to solicit his sister for sex. Obviously, incestuously inspired by a brother’s love for his sister, this was Colleen’s sexual, master plan all along. She not only wanted to watch Alec groping Claudia before having sex with his sister but also, Colleen wanted to have sex with Claudia’s husband, her brother-in-law, Mark, before she had sex with her sister-in-law.

The icing on the incestuous cake with Claudia’s lesbian cherry on top, was Colleen fingering and licking Claudia’s pussy in front of Mark and Alec. Obviously, she’d love to see their reaction to having lesbian sex with the stuck-up and morally superior Claudia. As her sexual finale, she’d obviously love nothing more than to get Claudia to finger and lick her pussy in front of Mark and Alec too. In the way that she wanted to give Claudia a sexual orgasm with her fingers and tongue, she wanted Claudia to give her a sexual orgasm with her fingers and tongue too.

What kind of wife is she that she’d not only approve of her husband having incestuous sex with his sister but also encourage her man to have sex with another woman? What kind of woman is she that she’d want to give Claudia oral sex in front of her husband and brother and want Claudia to give her oral sex in front of them too? What kind of world is this that incestuous, sexual, relationships reign supreme? Have they no shame? Seemingly, expanding forbidden sex to include sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, and mothers-in-law, every man seemingly wanted to have sex with his mother, his sister, his aunt, and/or his cousins before having sex with his in-laws too.

A sexually, incestuous conspiracy incubated between Colleen and Mark, Claudia’s husband, mostly Colleen, as if planning a surprise party, they talked about their demonic, sexually incestuous plan in hushed whispers. They watched as Alec made his sexual move on his sister while they were innocently swimming in the pool. Seemingly, whether groping her and/or fucking her, Colleen enjoyed the sexual scenario of watching Alec having his wicked, sexual way with his sister.

Only, a small complication, Corrine, Claudia and Alec’s mother, Colleen and Mark’s mother-in-law, turned up unannounced and uninvited. Obviously, in the way that Colleen was too, Corrine was a woman not to be ignored. Adding fuel to the incestuous fires, years ago, Corrine had previously involved herself into this incestuous conclave by giving her son-in-law, Mark, a blowjob, before turning her sexual attention to her son, Alec.

She had always sexually teased and flashed her son but tonight, there was much mutually consensual, incestuous inspiration in the air. Tonight, not only would Alec hopefully have sex with his sister but also Colleen would hopefully have sex with her brother-in-law and her sister-in-law while Corrine had sex with her son and son-in-law. But for Claudia, with every family member complicit in their incestuous relationships with one another, there was no guilt, shame, or remorse. Claudia was the last holdout in Colleen’s incestuous, sexual plan. Having drugged her with marijuana laced brownies, Colleen was obviously hoping to inoculate Claudia in their incestuous club by encouraging Alec to have sex with his sister.

“Trust me. Incest is the best,” said Colleen to Mark. “As I said before and something that I’ve always said, the adult family that has consensual, incestuous sex together, stays together. The adult family that has consensual, incestuous sex is a happy family without being sexually frustrated by lusting over forbidden, sexual relationships,” she said to Mark while waiting for him to agree. Why shouldn’t mothers have sex with their sons, sisters have sex with their brothers, brothers-in-laws have sex with their sisters-in-laws, sisters-in-laws have sex with their sisters-in-laws, and mothers-in-laws have sex with their sons-in-laws?”

As if already hypnotized Escort Sütçüler by his sexy sister-in-law, Mark nodded his head in agreement. Yet, aside from his brother-in-law wanting to have sex with his sister-in-law, if only Alec knew that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he wanted his sister, what would he say? What would he do? Would he fuck his mother in the way that he was determined to fuck his sister?

Obviously, this family seemed driven by incestuous thoughts, sexually inappropriate actions, and incestuous sex. This family felt it appropriate to not only have sex with their blood relatives but also to expand their ring of sexual debauchery by including their forbidden sex to their in-laws as well. With them already expanding their incestuous circle of lovers, it’s a good thing that Mark, Colleen, Claudia, and Alec didn’t have any more brothers and sisters living nearby. Alec and Claudia’s sister, Maggie, was living safely on the other side of the country in South Carolina.

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Colleen and Mark sat across from one another on the patio while watching Claudia and Alec having some innocent, albeit incestuous fun in the pool. Not bringing her bathing suit, part of Colleen’s devious plan, she told Mark not to tell his wife that it was a pool party. Instead, Claudia borrowed a one-piece bathing suit from her sister-in-law, Colleen. After having recently lost some weight, Colleen purposely gave her sister-in-law a bathing suit that was even too big on her.

“Gees, Colleen, this suit is way too big. I’m hanging out everywhere. Everyone can see everything I own,” said Claudia.

Claudia looked at herself in the mirror while turning one way before turning the other.

“Don’t worry about it, Claudia. Who’s going to see you? Your husband? Your brother? It’s just the four of us. With you growing up with one and married to the other, you’re not showing any more than what they’d already seen of you before,” said Colleen.

Claudia continued looking at herself in the mirror.

“I don’t know, Colleen. My tits are hanging out on top and my ass and pussy are exposed on the bottom,” protested Claudia. “I suddenly feel like Venus or Aphrodite wearing an abbreviated toga that doesn’t completely cover me. I feel like a Playboy Bunny at one of Hugh Hefner’s Playboy mansion parties. I feel so naked. I feel so exposed.”

As if she was a man looking at a naked woman, instead of a woman looking at her sister-in-law, Colleen stared at all that Claudia was showing. As if committing the images of her nearly naked sister-in-law to memory, she stared at Claudia’s tits, areolas, and nipples. She stared at Claudia’s nearly naked ass and she stared at her sister-in-law’s exposed pussy.

“Don’t be such a prude, Claudia. Besides, it’s already dark outside and you’ll be in the water. I won’t turn on the pool light to spare your modesty and to give you the privacy that you obviously need when swimming. Then, as soon as you get out, I’ll have a towel ready for you to wear. Trust me, no one will see anything of you that they shouldn’t see.”

With Claudia barely 5’2″ tall and smaller boned, and Colleen a statuesque, model like, 5’8″ tall and bigger boned, not how a bathing suit should fit, the bathing suit was not only loose in the crotch but also loose on top. Had Claudia been sitting on the patio with Colleen and Mark, with every move she made, she’d already be flashing her brother her big tits, her brown, bushy pussy, and her naked ass. Had she not been submerged in the pool water as soon as she walked outside, her brother would have already seen every part of her naked body.

* * *

“Marco,” said Claudia.

Alec swam closer to the sound of his sister’s voice while his sister swam further away. Leading him to the darker and deeper end of the pool, she seemingly wanted to be groped by her brother as much as her brother wanted to grope her. Only, her husband knew his wife better than that. If anything, she was a sexual prude, especially when it came to incestuous sex. If anything, their sister-in-law, Colleen, along with their mother, Corrine, were the real whores in the family. Perhaps the two drinks she consumed and the marijuana laced brownies she ate were adding to her uncharacteristic horniness.

“Polo,” said Alec with his eyes closed and his hands reaching out to grab whatever he could feel of his sister.

Then, with Alec having one too many beers and horny to begin with, letting it all hang out in the way that his sister was, he removed his erection and his testicles from the netting of his bathing suit. Now, once he grabbed hold of his sister, he’d be rubbing his naked prick all over her thighs, her ass, her exposed pussy, and her belly. As if his sister was his sexual prize, once he grabbed hold of Claudia, his brotherly touches would immediately change from innocent fun to incestuous groping.

The tops and the sides of his sister’s big tits spilled out of her top and were nearly nakedly exposed from her ill-fitting bathing suit. Especially with the water puffing out the extra material of her one-piece suit, at first, even after seeing so much of his naked sister, Alec made his innocent gropes appear accidental. With so much of her tits nakedly exposed, it was easy for him to take a handful of his sister’s big breasts in his horny hands without her even noticing.

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Sitting at home alone one a beautiful spring day Julie made up her mind to get out of the house for the day. As she reached for the milk in her refrigerator she caught a glimpse of the invitation again and figured that it might be a good way to spend her afternoon. When she first got the invitation in the mail she didn’t even give it a second thought. Julie pulled the card off of the fridge and read through the details again. It was an invitation to the annual Earth Day fundraiser at the nearby college, the same one that her son Jared attended as a freshman. The festivities included a tree planting ceremony followed by a carnival themed fund raiser and finally capped off with a party jointly sponsored by several campus fraternities. Julie noticed that her son’s fraternity, Delta Tau, was listed as a sponsor and decided that this would be a great opportunity to do something good for the earth and spend some time with her son at the same time.

Julie Simons raised her only son alone after her husband left her for his secretary when Jared was five years old. The divorce left her devastated and she never allowed herself to open up to another man since. Over the years her friends would periodically drag her out but she wasn’t interested in meeting someone who would just break her heart again. It wasn’t easy for Julie to raise a child as a single mother but she gladly dedicated herself to making sure that her son had all of the opportunities that she felt he deserved. Since Jared went off to college, even though it was only a twenty minute drive away, Julie found herself feeling lonely and depressed more and more frequently. She had spent most of the past eighteen years raising Jared and now she was beginning to realize that she needed to move on with her life.

Julie decided to surprise her son and show up at the Earth Day fundraiser unannounced. Ever since he moved out of the house she barely saw her son anymore and she looked forward to seeing the look on his face when she showed up out of the blue. After finishing up her breakfast she went up to her bedroom and got dressed for the occasion. Knowing that she would be digging and planting trees she decided to wear an old pair of cutoff denim shorts a purple tank top and a pair of old sneakers.

Julie married young and had Jared when she was still a teenager. Now in her mid thirties nobody would ever suspect that she had an eighteen year old son. She is 5’7″ with a thick mane of dirty blond hair that falls just past her shoulders. Julie was blessed with a petite frame and always took very good care of herself through the years. Without any makeup she could easily pass as a college coed.

Pulling up to the campus Julie followed the signs to the Earth Day tree planting ceremony which led her to a big open field at the far side of campus. She made a generous donation and put on her donor bracelet before joining the crowd. By the time she settled in, the dean of the school was nearing the end of what appeared to have been a long-winded speech praising the students for their efforts. After a brief round of applause he directed everyone to team up into groups to plant the trees. Julie anxiously milled around the crowd until she spotted her son. She made her way over to him and was only a few feet away when she saw his eyes widen and his face redden. She knew that he would be surprised, but she never expected him to be embarrassed. Before she could turn away to help her son save face one of the guys that he was standing with noticed that they seemed to know each other. Julie felt awful that she was putting her son in such an awkward spot and felt foolish that she didn’t realize how embarrassed he might be to have his mom show up at his college. She didn’t have a chance to say anything before Jared was introducing her to his group of friends as his friend Julie. She saw the look of dread in Jared’s eyes and decided that it would be best to play along. Julie introduced herself to the group as his friend and made her best attempt to pretend to be just another student.

Over the next ten minutes Julie hit it off with one of the other girls in the group, Jessica. Jessica insisted on finding out how Julie made her hair look so good and gushed over how hot her English professor was. Their team captain eventually arrived with their shovels and instructions. He led them to their site which had a pre-dug hole and a sapling waiting to be planted. After fifteen minutes, their team managed to put the tree in the ground and fill up the hole. After the tree planting, Jared and two other guys excused themselves to get ready for the carnival. Their frat was participating in the fundraiser and they needed to set up some of the attractions. After the boys left, Julie and Jessica helped a few other teams out before heading over to the carnival together.

The fraternities had setup a simple carnival with a handful of skill games and rides with all of the proceeds going to environmental charities. Julie had Erenköy Escort always been a sucker for carnivals and dragged Jessica around trying their luck at all of the games. After an hour of trying to throw ping pong balls into small fishbowls and pop balloons with darts Jessica suggested that they check out the kissing booth. Julie was happy to pay the ten dollars knowing that it would all be going to charity. This was by far the most popular attraction at the carnival with a line of eager young women extending all the way down to the dunk tank. Julie figured that there would be one or more frat guys running the kissing booth, but it didn’t dawn on her that her son might be one of them until she was almost at the front of the line.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe that Jared is at the kissing booth” Jessica cooed.

“I know, I can’t believe it either.”

“He is such a hottie!”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding me? Just look at his chest! He has such a sexy body, and I heard from one of the Delta girls that he is hung like a horse!”

Julie had never thought of her son in a sexual way before, but she had to admit that Jessica was right, he was a very handsome young man.

“I guess I never thought of it before.”

“I would give anything to fuck him! I guess a kiss will have to do for now” Jessica giggled as her turn came up.

Julie watched as Jessica approached Jared and gave him a lingering kiss before moving off to the side. Julie was led by one of the frat brothers to her son and felt a butterfly in her stomach as she hesitantly approached. Jared, propped up on a bar stool, stared nervously back at his mother as she neared him. Julie knew that he hated her right now, but she had to at least give him a peck on the cheek. Slowly she leaned into him while standing between his legs. She aimed for his cheek and leaned in for a quick peck with her eyes closed. Jared nervously tried to turn his cheek to her but miscalculated as she neared him and their lips met. Julie tasted the warm sweat on her son’s lips as her mouth fell into his. The intimate contact made her knees turn to jelly and she lost herself in the moment leaning further into him. Her body melted into his hands as he grabbed her hips pulling her closer to him. Her crotch pressed against his and she reached up to hold his face in her hands while slowly pushing her hips against his. Julie felt his lips part and his warm tongue slip into her mouth. She moaned as her son’s tongue explored her mouth. It had been years since she had been kissed and she had forgotten how much she missed the strong touch of a man. Slowly she opened her eyes while they kissed and abruptly pushed herself off of her son. Julie couldn’t believe what she had just done. She stepped back from him panting, her face flushed. Her son stared back at her. He too seemed to be in disbelief at what had just transpired. Julie nervously looked away and stepped off to the side where Jessica was waiting.

“Wow Julie, you really went for it!”

“uhhh…” Julie didn’t know what to say.

“I can’t believe you just did that! I am so jealous.”

“It was just for charity.”

“Yeah right! You totally have the hots for Jared!”

Suddenly feeling defensive Julie retorted “No I don’t, he’s just a friend.” but the thought lingered i nthe back of her mind.

“Whatever, you would totally fuck him if you could! Are you coming to the party tonight?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Well the party is at his frat’s house, so you could see if the rumors are true.”

“What rumors?”

“You know… ” Jessica held her hands up, indicating Jared’s length and gave her a knowing smirk “…it’s just for charity, right?”

Still feeling flush from the intense kiss Julie felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of her son’s large penis. She tried to laugh off Jessica’s comment and grabbed her arm pulling her though the crowd. She looked over her shoulder one last time at her son and saw that he was now kissing a tall red headed girl. All of her repressed sexuality had suddenly bubbled up to the surface and she felt like a school girl with a crush all over again. Jessica gave her the address to the frat house before she left to get ready for the party.

On her way home, Julie decided to stop at a salon to get her nails done. It had been so long since she had gone out that she wanted to make sure that she looked good. Julie always enjoyed the ritual of getting ready for a night on the town and was enjoying this unexpected opportunity to get herself made up. She still felt ashamed at herself for the kiss, but she was also consumed by the rush of lust that the kiss released inside of her. She had no intention of taking things any further with her son but she figured that she could at least enjoy a night out on the town with her new friend Jessica. At the salon she told the stylist that she wanted the deluxe package; hair, nails, everything. One Erenköy Escort Bayan woman worked on her hair while another did her nails. After finishing her nails the stylist asked her what style she wanted down there. Julie was caught off guard by the question because she hadn’t even considered trimming her pubic hair in years. She decided to be bold and take it all off. Walking out of the salon Julie felt like a new woman. Filled with raw sexual energy she returned home to shower and finish getting ready.

In her bedroom, Julie paused to admire her new bare pussy in the mirror before showering. She had never been fully shaved before and marveled at the softness of her skin as she drew her hand gently across her smooth mound. Her body quivered at her own touch. Over the years she had successfully managed to repress any sexual desires, but she now felt all of that pent up sexuality coursing through her veins. Her fingers lingered on her smooth pussy while she admired her body. Unconsciously her middle finger began slowly rubbing up and down along her pussy lips. Julie’s breathing quickened as her finger slid between her now moist pussy lips. She let out a shallow gasp as her finger first made contact with her clit that she had ignored for so many years. She rubbed her finger in small circles around the opening of her pussy while her other hand began to work its way up her firm stomach to her breasts. She massaged her breast with her right hand as one of the fingers on her left hand slid easily into her well lubricated pussy. She explored her pussy as she slowly fucked herself. Her one finger was soon joined by another as she rolled her nipple between the fingers of her other hand. It didn’t take long until she felt that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her pussy contracted around her fingers as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her sweating body. She plunged her fingers as far inside of her pussy as she could. Julie’s head fell back as her body convulsed. Her tight pussy clenched around her fingers rhythmically as she came. Years of pent up sexual energy flowed through her body in shockwaves of raw emotion. Julie waited until her orgasm subsided before she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and again opened her eyes. She saw a new woman staring back at her. She felt like a teenager again and couldn’t wait for the party.

After she regained her composure, Julie took a long hot shower and did her makeup. Looking through her closet she was disappointed to find that she didn’t have many outfits that would be appropriate for a college girl to wear to a party. The closest thing that she found was something that one of her friends encouraged her to buy from Frederick’s of Hollywood years ago. The dress had a white strapless bustier style top and an attached black skirt that hung loosely around her hips. The bustier left the upper half of her breasts exposed and the skirt fell to her mid-thigh. Julie picked out a pair of black satin panties but decided to skip wearing a bra since the bustier provided plenty of support. She finished the outfit with the highest pair of black heels that she had.

Julie’s heart was racing at she drove across town to the party. She couldn’t believe that she was going to a frat party at her age but she knew that it was time for her to start living her life again.

She easily identified the frat house from the hand painted ‘Earth Day 2011’ banner that hung from the upstairs windows. Julie parked her car and nervously approached the house unsure of how to act or what to expect. She was consumed with the fear that someone would figure out that she wasn’t a student and that she didn’t belong but all of her doubts faded from her mind as she entered the house. The dark entryway of the large victorian house was filled with smoke, loud music, and sweaty bodies flirting and moving to the music. She felt relieved that she would be able to disappear into the sweaty mass of college students.

She slowly moved from room to room looking for either Jared or Jessica, the only two people she knew at the party. She stopped at the bar just off of the front room and accepted a drink that was quickly offered to her. She didn’t know what was in the bright red concoction, but it tasted sweet and delicious. She lingered at the bar while sipping her drink and scanned the room for familiar faces. After a few minutes she decided to continue her hunt elsewhere in the house but made sure to get a second drink before leaving the bar. Julie noticed that guys were ogling her as she pushed her body through the packed crowd of the house. Going from one room to the next she felt stray hands on her body copping a cheap feel. Once or twice she even felt a warm hand grab her ass under her skirt. The first few times she swung around to see who would be so bold but never managed to catch the owner of the offending hand. The effect of the drinks mixed with the attention that she was getting from so Escort Erenköy many young men began to loosen her up. Julie found herself smiling back at some of the faces in the crowd and was even starting to enjoy the hands pawing at her body as she made her way through the dark mass of people.

After doing a full lap of the party Julie decided to refill her drink and camp out at the bar hoping to see Jared or Jessica. The young man behind the bar gave her a big smile as she walked up to him holding out her empty cup.

“You should watch out, our Earth Day punch is some strong stuff!”

“Thanks for the warning.” Julie smiled back at him.

While the bartender chatted Julie up a fast song came on and the whole room erupted into a frenzy. Bodies on either side of her jumped up and down and rocked from side to side in time to the rhythm. The loud music drowned out whatever the young bartender was trying to say, but she nodded her head along politely. As she made her way through her third drink she felt someone push against her from behind and felt his arm stretch across her back as he placed his hand on her hip. She didn’t want to turn around and scare him off because she was enjoying the contact. Julie rocked her hips back and forth with the music as the hand slid down her skirt until it was resting on her bare thigh. The intimate contact of his warm skin against her soft flesh sent a chill through her body. She continued to pretend that she didn’t feel anything while she indicated to the bartender that she needed another drink. The hand on her thigh slowly moved up her thigh and under her skirt. He paused briefly on her hip before moving his hand around to cup her left ass cheek. She pushed her hips into his hand while he massaged her under her skirt. The thrill of being felt up by an anonymous stud in a crowded room was making her head spin. Julie felt her pussy responding to the advances of her unknown friend causing her panties to get moist. While his hand continued to massage her left ass cheek a second hand pressed against her right hip under her skirt. Julie was finding it harder to be discreet with both of his hands exploring her firm ass.

Julie put her cup down and held on to the edge of the bar to support herself as she ground her hips into his eager hands. His right hand circled her ass for a moment before it began to slide around the curve of her hip. His fingers slipped effortlessly under the elastic of her panties and gently brushed against her moist freshly shaved pussy. She felt his fingers wrap around the waistband of her panties pulling them away from her body. With the help of his other hand he pushed her panties down her hips while she swayed back and forth. He pushed her panties down her thighs until the elastic went slack and then let go dropping them to the floor.

His right hand moved back up her inner thigh to her bald pussy. He pushed against her while tracing circles around her pussy with his fingers. Julie let out an audible gasp when his fingers pushed her pussy lips apart and she felt his fingertip slip inside of her tight pussy. Her gasp caught the attention of the bartender who looked at her with a wide smile, seemingly aware of what was happening to her. Julie arched her back and pushed her legs apart to allow this stranger better access to her pussy. He took advantage of the opportunity and pushed his finger deep inside of her. She was no longer aware of her surroundings and pushed one of her hands under her skirt. Taking his hand in hers she pushed his finger deeper into her pussy, fucking herself with his hand until she climaxed. Her body was overwhelmed by the massive orgasm as her pussy clenched onto his finger. She held his hand tight against her quivering body as she came. After she released his hand he slowly pulled his finger from her dripping pussy. She paused for a moment enjoying the rush of excitement before she turned around to see who had just finger fucked her like a slut. As she turned around she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her away from the bar. She didn’t even have a chance to see the mysterious strangers face as she was dragged through the crowd.

“JULIE!! I knew you would come!” Jessica drunkenly slurred her words into her ear.

Julie was still reeling from the encounter at the bar and had trouble coming up with something to say.

“You look so hot, and I love your perfume!”

Julie was thrown off because she had forgotten to put any perfume on before she left the house.

“You have to tell me what it is, you smell just like sex! I love it!”

“I uhh… can’t think of the name right now.” She stumbled on her words, somewhat self-conscious that Jessica could smell her pussy.

“You’re face looks flushed, are you ok?”

“I’m fine, I was just dancing.”

“I need a drink…” Jessica trailed off as she pulled Julie back towards the bar. She got two cups of the red punch and handed one to Julie.

“Have you seen Jared?”

“I knew it! You DO have the hots for him! Not that I blame you, I wouldn’t mind getting myself a piece of that huge cock of his.”

“I told you, we’re just friends that’s all.”

They finished their drinks and the bartender filled up their cups again.

“Ok, so you’re just friends.”

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Hi, my name isn’t important, but I have to share a story that happened to me a while back, probably a week or so. I will happily state that I am gay, though not everyone in my life accepted it, and I was quickly thrown out of my house, meaning I had to move in with my boyfriend. I’ll change everyone’s name to keep them anonymous.

We’ve been dating for about 3 years, and it’s been perfect. Nothing could be better. Now that I’m living with him, we’ve been fucking like rabbits, there’s not a day that starts nor ends without him fucking me silly. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about, what I did want to talk about was when I met his closest friend for the first time. Now I already know what you’re thinking. “If you’ve been dating for years, why did it take so long for you to meet his best friend?” The answer is simple, he was at uni and was too far away to actually meet up in person. Anyway,

It was the 8th of October, and my boyfriend had just turned 20, with me being 18. His best friend, who we’ll call Mike, was holding a late birthday party for him as soon as he got back from uni. It was a great day, but at one point, Mike had disappeared upstairs for a little while until my boyfriend, who we’ll call Sam, got called into work. He had to leave, and we were too far from his home for me to get back on my own, so I had to wait for him to return or speak to Mike. After a goodbye kiss and some teasing, I decided to go see what Mike was upto. Up the stairs I heard what I knew to be a video playing, but I didn’t know what it was. I soon got my answer though, as I saw his door slightly ajar, and peeking in showed me what he was doing, he was jacking off! Now none of us are all too burly, we’re not tough and we all have girly frames.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, not just out of shock, but out of awe. My dick isn’t exactly big, it stands at five inches when rock hard, and Sam has a nice 7 inch cock, but here I was, looking at Mike, who was holding his rock hard cock, that stood at what could only be described as inhuman, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, and a mother-fucking footlong! His balls as well, they were just… wow. They were huge and I could only imagine how much he would coat any lucky woman. I simply had to know what he was jacking off to, but as I turned to look, it wasn’t anything to do with the video, the video was just someone playing an online game he loved. Mike’s was on his hands and Düdenbaşı Escort knees, jerking furiously, and I finally got a chance to see what he was jacking off to, and it hit me with a mix of emotions. His desire came from one laminated picture of me that Sam must’ve sent to him while he was at Uni. After watching him stroke his dick eagerly, I finally got a bit of dialogue out of him. “A-ah, f-fuck, take my dick! Fucking take it!” I still stood there, staying as quiet as I could, before I saw the climax, his dick throbbing and shooting out his warm load all over the picture onto his bed, and by god this boy could cum! Just watching him, seeing his size and knowing that he clearly wanted to fuck me, I couldn’t keep it together, my knees buckled and my own dick twitched, shooting a little load of cum into my panties accompanied with a little whimper, just loud enough to get Mike’s attention. He turned to me and sat back, not even bothering to cover himself up.

“So you watched me jack off, hmm? So now you know.” He sighed, sitting back with that laminated, cum covered picture on full display as I finally stepped into the room keeping my eyes glued to that massive dick.

“I-I guess I do… how long have you… done this?” I asked him, sitting on the bed, careful not to get the cum covered picture pressed against me.

“Since Sam first sent me a picture of you and him. I’ll admit it might sound odd, but I’ve printed every picture he’s sent me, including the one with you getting fucked reverse cowgirl.” Hearing him admit that made my heart jump, even as he went onto his laptop and brought up a video I didn’t even know I was in… a video of Sam roughly dominating me, my moans filling the room with loud slaps. “Since I saw that, I wanted it… I wanted you.” Mike continued before putting his head in his hands. “I’ll understand if you tell Sam, if you don’t want to see me again…” It seemed that what I said or did made the world of difference at this point. I didn’t want to upset him, so I went ahead against better judgement.

“I just have one question; Can you keep a secret?” I asked, much to his surprise. I looked into his eyes as he stared back in silence, even as I gripped his thick dick. “Can you?” He slowly nodded as he realised what I meant. After he nodded, I got into a good position, giving the head of his cock a lick. It was delicious, especially with Düdenbaşı Escort Bayan the little bit of precum leaking out. As I tended to his dick and balls, I heard his old self return.

“F-Fuck, you’re really good with your tongue.” He sighed, one hand reaching down to squeeze my bubbly rear. “Such a sexy teen, I bet you can’t wait to suck my dick, hmm?” Hearing this should’ve made me slightly upset, he was basically calling me a slut! But it actually just made me hard again, making me nod as I pulled my head back from his dick.

“Almost as much as you can’t wait to fuck my tight hole. Don’t worry, Sam had to go to work, so we’re home alone.” As soon as he knew that, his hand found the back of my head and pulled it up for a kiss.

“Then you’re getting a nice footlong tonight.” I love the rough stuff, so when he pushed my head over the first few inches of his cock, I loved it immensely, though I’m not one for wearing clothes during sex, so I pulled off again and quickly threw all of my clothes onto the floor, shortly followed by Mike’s. With the clothes on the floor, my inner slut came out to play.

“Fuck me! I want your cock!” I begged loudly, gently getting Mike to roll onto his back, getting into a 69 position, taking his dick back into my tight, warm mouth as I put my legs either side of his head. His cock tasted amazing, and it kept my throat nice and stretched, but not to a painful nor uncomfortable level. With the position we were in, it was easy for Mike to start rimming me, getting me prepared as I squeezed his balls softly. Taking more and more of his dick into my throat was priority for now, and Mike was eager to help, grabbing my head and shoving his cock into my mouth with the force from his hips. My hands went to the bed and his balls slapped my nose, making my eyes roll back into my head with the lovely smell of them. I gagged. A lot. But I loved it, as I said, I love the rough stuff, so getting my throat pounded by this 12 inch dick was marvelous, to the point I came hands free about three times before he came once.

“Fuck, you really love my dick, you little slut?” Mike teased beneath me, still pounding my throat eagerly and happily, forcing me to suck his cock, though I would have happily sucked it anyway. I felt his cock throb, leaking precum that had a salty, yet sweet taste to it, which I swallowed with abandon. It wasn’t long Escort Düdenbaşı before he held me deep on his cock, making me gag as I came again, before his cock spurted out his hot, thick load onto my tongue and into my gullet, slowly moving his cock so I could taste a great deal of his spunk. After that, I felt I needed to breathe, so I pulled his dick from my mouth for the third time tonight, gasping as he shot a few ropes of cum onto my face. There was one last balls deep thrust into my throat before I crawled forward, getting on my hands and knees and showing Mike my rear, just waiting to be filled.

I felt a hand on my ass and thought he was going to straight up mount me, though he simply rolled me onto my back, straight onto the picture he came on earlier, and then he creeped over me, his cock still rock hard. “You still got some more to give?” I teased with a little giggle, moaning as he pressed his cock to my tight hole.

“You fucking bet I do.” He teased, leaning over to kiss me passionately, shoving his tongue into my mouth, the kiss didn’t last all too long, but when it was broken, he whispered in my ear. “Now you seem to love it rough, and we’re home alone, so don’t worry about being loud.” He teased, and I thought he was going to at least start off slow and gentle, but he simply shoved his cock in and made me gasp. He held me by the hips to let me adjust to the sheer size, before he became the dominant I had waited for. His hips pulled back and shoved it all back in, roughly and rapidly, his balls slapping my rear every second. He had just started fucking me, but I was close to orgasm number 5 already. “You’re a fucking tight one!” He groaned loudly, even as I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him again as I came all over myself. I felt him stretching my hole and I knew Sam would have to wait to fuck me again.

“A-Ah god, your cock is so fucking huge!” I moaned loudly, my memories of Sam getting hazy as Mike held my legs apart and kept pounding into my tight ass, almost claiming it for his own shaft. I felt him throb again, and it seemed he was getting sensitive with how often he was blowing his loads. I didn’t have to wait long before feeling the flood of hot, thick cum deep into my depths, and it was then that he lay over me, breathing heavily, just as I was. Nothing was said, we simply enjoyed the aftermath of the most wonderful sex I’ve had to date. When Sam returned, I simply told him that I was extremely tired, and luckily, so was he, so we simply spent the night at Mike’s, though I had a much better night than Sam, that much I can guarantee. Even if we didn’t fuck after he got back, it was glorious.

That’s it for my story, and I sincerely hope you all enjoyed. Thank you for reading.

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Chapter 03: Homecoming

I dropped my boss’s dry cleaning off and hopped on the ‘L’. God, I was so happy to be getting off work early, and on a Monday at that. When my boss told me to take off early, I was shocked. I was not so shocked when he told me to drop his dry cleaning off on the way.

It’s hard to believe that I’ve been working for him for two years. I still hadn’t gotten my CPA. I don’t know where the time went. I took the job for experience and to bring money in, but two years later, I was still there doing menial grunt work and going nowhere. Sometimes I felt like such a failure, but Bart would tell me that it was okay. I didn’t need a stressful job like he had and he made plenty of money to take care of us.

In contrast, Bart was very successful at his job. In the two years he’s been with the company, he’s been promoted twice. He makes nearly four times the amount of money I do.

I sighed and got off the train and walked down the steps. It was cold and windy and I shivered and zipped my jacket up.

As I walked the two blocks home, I hoped that Bart could get off early or at least on time. I tried to call him, but got voice mail. I was tired of cooking… Maybe I could get him to take me out to dinner tonight. I looked at my watch and smiled. Bart got it for me a couple of years ago for my birthday. It was early enough that I could probably get a load or two of laundry done and put away before Bart got home. That will put him in a good mood.

I unlocked the door to the condo. I could hear music playing upstairs. I smiled. Bart was home early. I set my bag down and hurried upstairs. As I neared the bedroom, I froze in my tracks. The bed was thumping in a fast rhythm. Then Bart was grunting, “Take that cock, boy!”

He had promised me.

“Oh, yes, daddy!” an unknown voice cried out.

Oh, god, I might be sick right here in the hallway.

My chest felt constricted and I forced myself to move forward. I stepped into the bedroom and my boyfriend of four years was ramming his cock into a blond haired twink on his hands and knees doggy-style, his head thrashing back and forth in pleasure.

I was so angry and hurt I was shaking. “Bart.”

They turned and looked at me. The twink gasped and pulled away from Bart and tried to cover up. “What the hell!”

“You’re home early, baby,” Bart said. He knelt there on the bed with his hands on his hips. His condom covered cock angled towards the ceiling. “Come join us.”

I shook my head. I looked at the twink and said, “Get out.”

The twink scrambled out of the bed and pulled his clothes on. “Look, I’m sorry,” he apologized to me. “His profile said he was single.”

The twink ran down the stairs and out the front door.

“Since you interrupted me,” he said with a smirk. “I guess you’ll have to finish the job. Come here.”

“I hope you’re kidding,” I said. “You promised me, Bart. You said you’d never cheat on me again.”

I caught him about a year ago… last September, I guess. I had cried and sobbed and told him how much he hurt me. He got pissed. God, he hates when I cry. But he had promised me then that it was the only time and that he’d never cheat on me again.

Bart pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor. He got up and walked over to me. “I’m sorry, baby. He hit on me and I wasn’t able to resist.”

“He said your profile said you were single. Stop lying. Be a man and admit it. How many others have there been?”

Bart got in my face. “You think I’m lying, boy? You calling me a liar?”

“I know you’re lying. You say you love me, but you don’t give a shit about me.”

Bart’s face got red and he raised his hand.

“Go ahead. You promised you’d never do that again either. But we both know what kind of man you are.”

He had hit me once before. This past Super Bowl weekend. He and his buddy were watching the game drinking. Bart was bragging about my abilities in the bedroom and his buddy made a bet. If Bart’s team lost, he’d get to have me. When Bart shook on it, I hit the roof. “No way!” I had said and stormed into the bedroom. He followed me and told me I’d keep my mouth shut and do whatever he told me. I told him to “fuck off” and he backhanded me across the face.

BAM!

I was brought out of my memory as his right fist connected with my face and I slammed back against the wall. I covered my left eye with my hand and tears finally fell from my eyes as I stared at him in shock. I pushed away from the wall and ran down the stairs.

“Come back here, boy! Don’t you fucking walk away from me!”

“I’m leaving, Bart!”

I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door.

“Where’re you gonna go, Clark? Huh? You don’t have jack shit. You can’t live off of that fucking dead end job of yours.”

Bart scoffed. “Ha. You can’t even fucking take care of yourself. I’m all you got. So, you better buck up and get your ass up those god damned stairs. Don’t make me tell you again, boy!”

“Goodbye, Bart.”

I turned around and Duraliler Escort left, closing the door behind me. I walked around the back to the parking area and climbed into my truck. Bart was right. I let him take care of me for the past four years. All I had to my name was this truck, a dark red Ford Explorer Sport Trac. Bart hated this truck. “Get a real pickup truck if that’s what you want, not this faggy piece of shit” he had said. I started to laugh to myself, which then turned to sobs.

After I was able to compose myself, I started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove to the bank and took out a few hundred dollars. I had just over ten thousand dollars in my savings account. I guess that was one benefit of Bart taking care of me. My pittance of a salary didn’t amount to anything to him and I was able to save a bit.

I pulled into a cheap motel and checked in at the desk. The old woman at the counter looked at me with concern. “Are you okay?” she asked. I nodded and took the key card and headed to my room.

I laid on the bed and wondered what to do next. I couldn’t go back to Bart. I wouldn’t. I can take a lot, but not cheating. And not hitting. I would blow through the money I had saved up in no time living on my own. I didn’t know anyone else here. The only way I heard from my friend Ben was Facebook status updates and I don’t blame him. I hadn’t talked to my parents since Christmas, 6 months ago. They came down to Chicago to visit a couple of months after we moved here. Dad and Bart struggled to get along for my sake, but it was so awful they never came back and that was the last time I saw them in person, just about two years ago.

I curled up in the fetal position and sobbed uncontrollably. After I calmed myself down, I pulled my cell phone out of my bag. I had a voice mail from Bart: Come home now, Clark. We’ll put all this behind us. We’ll work it out.

I deleted the message and sat down on the bed. I took a deep breath. I scrolled through my contacts, then hit the call button.

“Hello?” her voice was soft and melodic.

“Mom?” I said, my voice quivering.

“Clark? Honey, is that you?”

“Mom…,” I started bawling. I told her I walked in on Bart cheating on me and I left him. “I don’t have anywhere to go. I don’t know what to do. What do I do?” I wailed.

I could hear Mom crying. “Just come home, honey.”

I heard Mom whispering to someone. Dad, I assume.

“Clark?” Dad came on the line.

“Hi, Dad,” I sniffled.

“Pack your things and come home, son.”

“But, Dad…”

“Check into a hotel and get some sleep tonight. In the morning, call work and turn in your notice, get what you can from the house, and then come home.”

“Okay,” I sniffled and wiped my nose on my sleeve.

“I love you, Clark. Your mother loves you. You’re not alone. Everything will be okay.”

“I love you, too. I’m sorry, Dad. I’m so sorry for–” my voice cracked and I couldn’t continue.

“Don’t worry about that. It’s not important. Get some rest. We’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”

“Okay. Bye, Dad.”

“Bye, son. See you tomorrow.”

I hung up the phone and crawled under the blankets fully dressed. I curled up in a ball and fell asleep from exhaustion.

***

The next morning, I got up and went to the bathroom and I gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. My left eye was bruised and blackened.

I called my boss and resigned. He was pissed that I didn’t give notice, but I told him it was a family emergency and I was leaving town. I called Bart’s office to make sure he was at work. His secretary said he was in a meeting. I told her not to take a message or bother him with my call. I got in my truck and drove to the condo.

I passed a medical clinic and turned around and went in. I quietly said I wanted to get tested for STDs and HIV. The doctor asked me a bunch of really personal questions about my sex life, then took my blood. He also looked at my eye. He asked me if I needed to talk about anything and I shook my head no. I told him I was leaving town and he gave me a card with a phone number and an ID number and said I could call for the results in one week. As he walked me to the door, he gave me a card for a domestic abuse hotline.

When I got to the condo, the first thing I did was go upstairs to the master bathroom and take out my contact lenses. I put some drops into my tired and dry eyes and put on my glasses. I quickly packed up my toiletries, clothes, my laptop, and any other personal things I could find. I logged into Bart’s computer and deleted some pictures he took of us that I didn’t want anyone to see.

It took me a bunch of trips back and forth, but I got everything loaded into my truck.

I left the keys on the table with a note: Bart, I’m sorry things didn’t work out between us. I wish you all the best. Clark.

I locked the door from the inside and left. I got in my truck and headed out on East 94. Soon I was in Michigan. North Escort Duraliler on 131 at Kalamazoo. I stopped in Grand Rapids to grab a bite to eat. I pulled into my parents driveway just after 6:00.

I walked up to the door and opened the screen door. I reached for the doorknob and then changed my mind and rang the doorbell. Mom opened the door.

“Oh, my god! Clark!” she exclaimed as she pulled me inside into a hug.

I grabbed onto her and held her tight. “I missed you so much,” I cried. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Why are you ringing the bell?” Dad asked as he walked up and shut the door behind me.

Mom let go of me and wiped her face. Dad came to hug me and his smile disappeared when he saw my face.

“What did that bastard do to you?!”

He pulled me to him and I bawled on his shoulder. After I settled down, he patted my back.

“I’m glad you’re home, son,” he said as he wiped his eyes.

Dad helped me bring my things inside and we brought them up to my bedroom. I looked around my room. They hadn’t changed anything since I left for college six years ago. I laid down and took a nap.

Mom made baked chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans for dinner. It was really good and I ate like I was starving. They were both smiling really big at me. They were so happy I was home. I realized how much I missed them and I vowed never to let anyone come between us ever again.

“Tomorrow morning, you’ll come with me to work. It just so happens I need an office manager,” Dad said between bites.

“You don’t need an office manager, Dad.”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t need,” he said with a smile.

I nodded.

That next morning I threw on a white dress shirt and a pair of jeans. I found my old work boots in the closet and put those on as well. I put on a tie and looked at myself in the mirror. I loosened the tie and undid the top button and smiled at myself. I looked like my dad. A shorter, skinnier, boy version of him.

I went downstairs to the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a mug of coffee and reading the newspaper.

I poured myself a mug and sat down. There was a box of donuts on the table, and I grabbed one and ate it with my coffee.

Dad put down the paper. “Ready to go?”

I stood up and he put his arms on my shoulders and looked at me.

“Look at you,” he said with pride. “You look like my little man.”

He brushed my hair out of my face. His eyes got teary and he hugged me. “I’m so happy you’re home, son.”

“Me too, Dad.”

***

That first day at work, Dad called a meeting and everyone gathered around him in the middle of the sales floor. He introduced me to everyone and they welcomed me, but I could tell they were staring at me when I wasn’t looking, wondering what happened to me. I already knew some of them, like the service manager and parts manager. Dad introduced me to the equipment salesman, the service manager’s crew, the inventory guy and the retail store employees.

Dad had me work in his office and got me started on the payroll for the week. He said he’d get me an office for myself the next couple of days. Before he left me to work, he told me again how happy he was I was here and how proud of me he was. I smiled and tried not to cry as I started my work. I thought I would feel like a loser coming home and working for Dad, but I knew that I could be happy here.

Dad had apologized for not being able to pay me what I deserved. What I didn’t have the heart to tell him was that $35,000 a year was $3,000 more than I made at my crappy job in Chicago. I didn’t want him to know what a total failure I was.

There was a small storage room next to the Service Manager’s office. Dad had a couple of guys move the stuff out of there. He bought a desk, a large file cabinet and a cork board and set up a little office in there for me. By Thursday, I had moved into my new office. Dad was so proud I thought he was going to burst. When he slid the CLARK JOHNSON name plaque on the door, he was grinning like the Cheshire cat and I shook my head and laughed at him.

Dad’s business wasn’t very complicated and I got up and running pretty quickly. Dad said he was glad to not have to do all that stuff anymore and he spent a lot more time walking around talking to the customers and employees.

I got a couple of angry voice mails from Bart on Wednesday and Thursday, which I promptly deleted.

On Friday I was sitting at my desk with my laptop thinking I was going to need a bigger screen, a keyboard and a mouse if I was going to work all day on this computer. I put together a shopping list of things I needed to pick up over the weekend.

As I thought about my shopping list, I quietly whistled a tune and tapped my pen to the beat on my notepad. When I realized what I was doing, I chuckled to myself. I sat back in my chair and looked around my little office. In just a week my life had changed so dramatically. I had quickly grown to love my new Duraliler Escort Bayan job. I made a difference here. My parents loved me. Every time they saw me, they had grins on their faces. I was happy. I thought I was happy with Bart, but didn’t realize how unhappy I truly was until now. I deserved to be happy. I deserved better than Bart.

I was getting ready to print the week’s invoices, so I got up and loaded the printer with the invoice paper. I heard Dad laughing, and I peeked out of my office door onto the sales floor and saw him talking to a huge mountain of a man. The guy had his back to me. He was tall and wide, built like a tank. He had a hunter’s camouflage baseball cap on and a shaved head — no, it was cut really, really short. He had on a light Carhartt jacket and brown cowboy boots and blue jeans that fit nice and snug over his butt. I wondered what it would be like to hold onto that butt while… I shook my head and banished those indecent thoughts. He said something to dad and they were both laughing. I returned to my desk and started printing the invoices.

I heard Dad laugh again, just outside my door. “Hey. Guess who’s home,” I heard him say.

“Who?” a deep voice grumbled.

I looked up as Dad stepped into my office and cocked his thumb at the name plaque on the door. The big guy walked in and looked at the name plaque, then turned and looked at me in shock.

I stood up and held out my hand. “Hi, I’m Cl–“

My mouth fell open as I looked into his green eyes. Gordie Thomas.

“Clark!” He grabbed me in a big hug and lifted me off the ground. “Look at you! You haven’t change a…” his voice trailed off. He lifted my glasses and thumbed under my left eye. “What happened?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” I shrugged.

Dad scoffed. “Nothing my ass! That ex-bastard of his used him as a punching bag.”

“Dad…”

Gordie’s back stiffened and his jaw tightened. I thought I heard a low growl in his throat. He let out a breath and tried to smile.

Dad clapped Gordie on the back and said, “I’ll get the guys to load up your new toy on your trailer.”

Gordie nodded and Dad left the office.

“New toy?” I asked.

“We bought a new Massey mower. I’ve been working with my Dad since I graduated… supervising the landscaping crews mostly. You look really good, Clark. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“You look good too, Gordie.”

“Eh. 5 years and 50 pounds since I last saw you.”

Gordie had put on some weight and sure, he had a little bit of a gut, but he still looked fantastic. His brown beard was more filled in, but cut short and trimmed nicely. His face was even more handsome than I remember. His green eyes and deep voice with that Georgia accent still sent shivers down my spine.

“I think you look great. You were always too critical of yourself.”

“It’s good to see you, Clark. Are you busy tonight? You wanna grab dinner and catch up? Maybe grab a beer?”

“I can’t. Mom said she was cooking a pot roast for dinner… special for me, so…”

Dad had walked in and interrupted, “Why don’t you come on over join us, Gordon. It’s been a really long time since we’ve had you over. There’ll be plenty to eat. Then you boys can go out and get that beer.”

***

Gordie came over for dinner around 6:30. I thought it would be really awkward, but it wasn’t. I immediately felt comfortable with Gordie. It was just like in high school when we first met and became best friends.

When he took off his hat, I couldn’t help but notice the bald spot on the crown of his head when he sat down. He kept his hair cut pretty short, almost like a crew cut. I resisted the urge to run my fingers across it.

After dinner, he asked me out to grab a beer and I said yes. We thanked Mom for dinner and said goodnight. I followed him out to the driveway.

“Is that your truck? It’s nice,” he asked, pointing to my Explorer.

“Yup, that’s mine. I love your truck.”

Gordie had a new model black Dodge Ram 1500 pickup truck. It was huge and intimidating next to my little truck.

“Thanks,” he said as he lit up a smoke. He took a drag and looked a little guilty as he commented, “I tried, but I could never quit smoking.”

“It doesn’t bother me. It never did, Gord. You know, I loved everything about you, Gordie. You smoked. It was just something else about you to love.”

I blushed at my stupid and embarrassing confession and he just smiled at me. I quickly looked away and climbed into the truck.

Gordie took me to a local pub and we ordered a couple of beers and found an empty booth. We talked and caught up. He told me about working with his Dad’s landscape company. They did commercial and residential landscaping, complete landscape designs as well as maintenance like mowing. I told him about my crappy job and all about Bart and what happened. He listened and sympathized with me, but I could tell he was beyond pissed at Bart. I didn’t tell him about the sexual stuff, but simply said that Bart would sometimes get too rough with me.

I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he looked at me funny. “I’m gay, Clark.”

“Oh. I guess it’s been a long time since we talked. Do you have a boyfriend then?”

“Nope. The pickin’s are kinda slim around these parts,” he joked. “And the available ones aren’t interested.”

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I had never been in a sex cinema before, so I thought I would check one out. I went into the dingy neon lit doorway and up the stairs. I paid my $5 to the old man at the cash and headed to the door marked theatre.

I went inside the dark theatre and as my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I saw that there were 6 or 7 other guys in there, dotted about the place. I headed for the back row where there seemed to be a bit more legroom and sat down.

A film was already playing, one young guy plowing another guy’s ass for all he was worth. Then another guy joined in and there was some pretty hot threesome stuff going on, lots of cock sucking, rimming and ass fucking, along with plenty of hot talk and loads of lovely cum flying.

It was pretty horny stuff on the screen and I was really into it, my cock was rock hard in my jeans. I hardly noticed when a guy came and sat in the seat next to me.

As I continued to watch the screen, I felt a hand rubbing the hard bulge in my jeans. I glanced over to the guy and he was about 45 years old, so 15 years older than me, not really fit but very strong looking. I leaned back and closed my eyes so he would know to carry on. He slowly massaged the hard lump in my jeans and as he rubbed me I let out a moan,

“oh yeeeah mmmmm,”

Suddenly realising how loud I had moaned, I opened my eyes and glanced around. A guy a few rows ahead of me had turned round and his eyes were now fixed on the action taking place around me, not on the screen.

The guy to my left took my hand and put it on his own groin. I felt his own hard cock swelling under his jeans, it felt big and I tried to picture what it would look like.

As I was getting even harder, the guy from a few rows away got up and started to walk towards the back of the theatre, undoing his belt as he went. As he walked, he opened the buttons of his fly, so by the time he had reached me it was completely open. I could clearly see his hard cock beneath his boxer shorts. There was a wet patch just at the tip so he was obviously pretty horned up.

He pulled down the waist band of his boxers, letting his lovely hard cock spring out. It was a good seven inches and fairly thick, standing rigid with precum glistening on the end.

“Wanna suck me boy?” he said.

I put my mouth up, licked my lips and opened them as a silent reply. He stepped towards me and gently put his cock end on my lips. I licked the precum off the end and smacked my lips as I tasted it.

“mmmmm,” I said, “tastes good.”

I couldn’t move very well from where I was sitting so he walked towards me, gently held my head and slipped his cock in between my open lips. I closed them around his hard shaft and started to suck.

My mouth was slowly fucked by my second lover and as he thrust slowly in and out, I sucked, slurped and licked his cock loving every inch of every thrust. I figured he was about 55, well built and strong Dokuma Escort looking.

I was so turned on by all this attention that I was moaning through my mouthful of cock like some kind of slut. Before very long another guy had come to the back to watch and was slowly massaging the bulge in his jeans aswell.

My lover to the left was by now exploring the inside of my boxers, he undid my belt and my jeans and pulled out my cock, which was rock hard and oozing precum. He went slowly down and put his mouth on me. I almost exploded it felt so good.

“This is insane!” I thought.

I had a lovely thick 7 inches in my mouth and now a hot, hot mouth on my own cock.

“Mmmmmmm,mmm, yeah,” I mumbled through my mouthful of cock. I pulled back a little from my sucking. The mouth on my dick was like a powerful vacuum.

“Oh yeah that feels so g..mmph!”,

As I spoke my head was grabbed roughly and the big cock stuffed back into my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up you little faggot!” said the voice at my head, “just suck my fucking cock!”

“Fuck o…..!” was all I could get out before a hard slap came across my face and my mouth filled with cock again.

He gripped my head harder now, making his point as to who was in charge. He pushed his hard cock deep into my mouth, making me gag every now and again. I was way out of my depth here, and getting a bit worried but I didn’t dare stop.

Eventually he eased off a bit and stepped back from the seat a little, still keeping my mouth on his cock by gripping the hair at the back of my head. I had no choice but to go with him, I slid off the seat and onto the floor. As I went, the guy on my left turned me over so I ended up on all fours. He pulled my jeans and shorts down, exposing my ass and started to lick the top of my crack. He ran his tongue down to the top of my hole and then started to gently rub it with his finger.

“Mmmm, mmmpphhh..,”I cried, as a wave of pleasure washed over me, my head still firmly held in place. I then felt my jeans, boxer shorts and running shoes come off.

I felt very vulnerable now, I was virtually naked on the floor of a sex cinema being fucked in the mouth by some guy, with another exploring my ass hole.

I felt my asshole open to accommodate 2 then 3 fingers. I tried to cry out, as he put in a fourth but my cries were stifled by the huge hard cock being thrust into my mouth.

“I don’t know why the little bitch is wriggling so much,” the guy fucking my mouth said to the other,

“look at his fuckin’ dick!”

I suddenly realised my cock was as hard as a rock. Despite the fact that I was completely helpless, I was as horny as fuck. I guess I could have claimed rape if I hadn’t been so turned on by it.

I heard the guy behind me spit in his hand and then felt it cool and wet as he smeared it on my hole. I realised what was happening and cried out Dokuma Escort Bayan as I felt his hard cock press against my opening and then stretch my tight hole as he forced his way inside me.

“Mmmph, mmphh,” is all I could cry out as I felt the head of his dick enter me.

Both guys laughed as he forced his hard cock into my ass, he was big and I felt my ass stretch to take it. He gripped my hips firmly as he pushed his cock deep inside me, I felt every contour of his stiff tool as it entered my tight asshole. He grunted as he pushed fully inside me, I felt his balls against my ass cheeks. As he started to pull out of me I moaned loudly as a wave of pleasure washed over me, the physical pleasure combining with the strange thrill of being completely helpless at the hands of two older men who just wanted to fuck this new toy they had taken.

I was sweating by now, I felt a trickle run down my ass crack. I thought it might at least help to lubricate my asshole as the big stiff dick was thrust into it again.

The guy at my head started to thrust faster, gripping my head ever more firmly. He started to moan softly,

“Oh yeah, that’s good bitch,” as his thrusts got faster and faster.

I felt just like I was a piece of meat being fucked, I had one guy plowing a big dick in and out of my ass and another fucking my mouth for all he was worth.

I felt his cock swell as he thrust it deep into my throat and with a big grunt he shot a hot jet of cum into the back of my throat. I almost choked but managed to swallow it. He pulled my head back a little as the second and third jets filled my mouth with hot cum, then he pulled my head back by the hair and shot the fourth jet over my mouth and cheek. As his gasps subsided, he stroked the last dribbles of cum onto my face and over my mouth.

“Clean me up slut,” he said firmly.

I took his softening cock into my mouth and licked all the cum off the end of it, I could feel it dripping off the bottom of my chin.

The guy in my ass didn’t let up as I tried to get my breath back. Before I knew what was happening, the guy who had been watching us was now standing in front of me with his dick in his hands.

“No, fuck, no, please….” I gasped, before feeling another hard slap on the face as his dick was shoved into my mouth.

“Just carry on, this whore is loving every minute of it,” the guy who had just emptied his balls into my mouth said to the new guy.

“You’d better do a good job boy, or you’ll regret it,” he added

At that moment, the guy behind me gripped my hips even firmer and thrust deep into my ass over and over as I felt jet after jet of hot cum shoot inside my hole. I felt like a total slut now, I had cum drying on my face, cock number 2 in my mouth and now an ass full of cum aswell.

“I need a clean up,” said the guy in my ass, the guy at my head moved out of the way Escort Dokuma and the second guy who had just filled my ass, pushed his cock into my face. It was covered in cum, but I could smell my own ass on it.

“Clean me up little bitch,” he snarled as his half stiff cock was pushed into my mouth,

“You like the taste of your own ass, don’t you?” he laughed.

I felt his cock stiffen as I went to work, licking and sucking it clean. As I did, I felt guy number 3 enter my ass.

I must have moaned or something because I got another slap, this time across my ass cheeks. It was the first guy in my mouth, he seemed to flip out.

“You little fuckin’ bitch, you better stop fuckin’ complaining or you really will regret it!”

At that point I still had my shirt on, but he suddenly ripped it from my back, the buttons flying off. He took the belt out of my jeans which were lying on a seat next to me, I thought I was in for a thrashing but instead, he pulled my arms roughly behind my back and tied them at the wrists with my own belt. I felt really vulnerable now, all that was holding me up was the cock in my ass and the other one in my mouth, that and occasionally being pulled up by the hair on the back of my head.

The fucking went on for what seemed like an age. The guy in my ass would sometimes plunge deep inside, making me cry out (as well as I could cry out through my mouthful of cock), whilst the guy in my mouth, every now and again, would hold my head with his cock stuffed into the back of my throat until I gagged.

I don’t know how long they fucked me for, but suddenly the hands on my head got firmer as the cock in my mouth exploded jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth, two seconds later I felt the cock in my ass explode and felt streams of cum fill my ass. I felt like my body was flooded with cum. I did my best to swallow it all, but as he pulled out of my mouth, I felt it run down my chin, as he pulled out he wiped his cock on my face and in my hair. As the thrusts in my ass subsided, I felt him pull out and a trickle of cum run down my thighs.

As I got my breath, my head resting on the floor, my hands still tied, I felt something warm and sticky land on my hands and on the top of my ass. The first guy to fuck my mouth who had watched me get spit roasted and then filled with cum from both ends jerked off his cock over me.

He took the belt off my wrists and I just collapsed onto the floor of the theatre, naked, exhausted with cum running down my thighs, drying on my face, my ass and now my hands.

I looked up and saw the three of them standing there. They wiped themselves clean on my shirt and then threw it at me as they did up their pants.

“Well done you little bitch,” one of them said. “hopefully see you around here again.”

He threw the rest of my clothes at me, then they all chuckled and just turned and left.

I just lay there stunned. All I could smell was cum, all I could taste was cum and I could feel it drying on my face and hands and still sticky in my ass, around my hole and squelching between my ass cheeks with each movement.

I just lay there, my head spinning and tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened to me.

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