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MARK

“Fuck off!”

“Fuck off yourself, you fucking asshole!”

“Go fuck yourself, pig!”

And with that my little sister, Emma, stormed out of the living room.

The next day I walked upstairs and found Emma in my bedroom, searching through my pile of Xbox games.

“What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Nothing.”

“Get the fuck out my room you bitch!”

“Fuck off. I’m just trying to find my Sims 4 game.”

“You stupid bitch, I don’t have you stupid little child’s game do I?”

“Well I don’t know that’s why I’m looking. Stop shouting at me!”

With that I lifted her up by the shoulders, grabbed her neck and told her to get out my room. Twenty minutes later I pushed open her bedroom door and threw the Sims game at her, ignoring the fact she was in her bra and panties.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking you dickhead!?” she shouted at me.

“Well do you want your little kids game or not?”

“I do but you should knock. I could’ve been naked or something.” she whined.

“Who gives a shit? It’s not like I’d see anything.”

“Well in case you’re forgetting, I’m a girl, so knock if you can understand something so simple.”

“Who’d wanna see you naked anyway, you stupid fat ass!”

“Mark! Just fuck off!”

“Stupid short fat ass bitch!”

You get the picture. I’m Mark, I’m twenty four years old and I live at home with my mom, dad and seventeen year old sister, Emma, who is still at college. We originally came from Toronto, in Canada, but moved to London in England sixteen years ago.To say Emma and I fight is an understatement. We always have. Mom and dad say we’re just normal siblings, bickering and fighting, but our fights can be very vicious. Emma is quite small for her age, slim and short. Add to that her breasts are quite small. If you didn’t know her you would probably guess she was about four years younger. And obviously she’s quite sensitive about her size and height, which means I take great pleasure in mentioning it as often as I can! Maybe things have calmed down a bit since I started going out with my girlfriend, Carly, about eighteen months ago but that’s mainly because I’m not at home so much but you can always be sure that when Emma and I are under the same roof an argument is never far away.

EMMA

So I found myself up in my bedroom on my eighteenth birthday, lying on my bed, crying. With me is my best friend, Amy.

“It’s my birthday. My eighteenth! Surely that means something?”

“You should know by now he’s just an ignorant pig,” Amy said, stroking my back and trying to soothe me.

“He’s also my brother!!”

“A stupid, ignorant pig of a brother then!” Amy smiled.

“Yes but…”

“A good looking stupid ignorant pig but still a stupid ignorant pig!” Amy laughed.

At that I smiled. I’ve known Amy since we were both five years old. For the last six years, despite seeing how me and my brother fight so much, she still has the most massive crush on him. And despite the fact that he has never so much as looked at her, or said a pleasant word to her or about her, and despite the fact that he has a girlfriend, she still thinks the sun shines out of his ass.

“Anyways, no more talk about the dreaded Mark, it’s your birthday and I’ve got two presents for you,” Amy told me.

“Awww, Amy you’re the best. What are they?”

First she produced an envelope, containing a birthday card and a sheet of paper from a travel firm.

“What’s this?” I asked, looking puzzled.

“Well, Emma, in two weeks time you and I are going to spend a week in Paris. It’s all booked, all paid for. We’re going by Eurostar from London and I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Oh shit Amy you can’t afford all this.”

“Relax, my dad paid for it all. He says you’ve always been such a great friend to me and you know he’s always had a soft spot for you.”

“Amy, I can’t ever thank you enough!” I exclaimed, leaning forward to hug her.

“My pleasure,” she laughed.

“Did you say there were two presents?”

“Yes,” she replied.

At that Amy slipped her t shirt over her head to reveal her naked breasts.

“Mmmmm…you know me TOO well…”

“Happy birthday,” she purred.

We both stripped naked and Amy began to lick my pussy. We’re not lesbians but as best friends we’ve been ‘experimenting’ with each other for about four years. We have an unwritten rule that we only do it when we’re alone in either mine or her house, so today was a first as both my parents were downstairs. We were both lying naked on my bed, enjoying a post sex chill when we heard my brother come home.

We had barely covered ourselves when he burst into my bedroom.

“Happy birthday squirt,” he called out as he threw an envelope at me.

“Mark, thanks, but knock. Remember?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure.”

I opened the envelope to find a birthday card signed by both him and Carly, and a silver necklace.

I burst into tears.

“Oh Mark, it’s beautiful. I thought you’d forgotten,” I sniffed, sobbing.

“What, forget your birthday? I maybe an ass but I’m gaziantep ofise gelen escort not that stupid. Anyway, you’ve been talking of nothing else for the last few weeks.”

I stood up to give him a hug, but he turned and walked out.

“Thanks!” I shouted out after him.

“Happy birthday,” he called out from halfway down the stairs.

“Oh, and hi Amy!” he shouted out.

I burst into tears again.

“You sob when you think he’s forgotten and you sob when he remembers. You and your brother need to sort your lives out,” Amy remarked.

“You know it’s a good thing he did leave the room before you got to give him a hug,” Amy laughed, nodding at me.

“Huh?” I seemed confused before I realized I was standing up with no panties on.

Three days before we were due to leave for Paris, Amy came round in tears.

“Emma, I’m so sorry I can’t go,” she wept.

“Amy what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“It’s my dad. He’s in hospital, he’s had a heart attack.”

“Oh Christ Amy I’m so sorry. Will he be ok? What did the doctors say?”

“It’s early days. He’s in intensive care. I just can’t go. My little sister is in pieces and obviously my mom…”

I knew. Amy’s mom had died when she was ten. It was just her and her dad and her fourteen year old sister.

Later that day Amy rang and told me that the doctors had said her dad had shown signs of improvement. He was still bad, and she couldn’t go to Paris but she suggested I take someone else.

“Amy I can’t do that.”

“Please, go and enjoy yourself. We can always go another time.”

Later on I spoke to mom. Who could I take? It was such short notice. I didn’t have any other friends anywhere near as close as I was to Amy.

“I know this might seem a bit…crazy…but how about your brother?” mom suggested.

“Mark!?”

“Do you have another brother?”

I went up to my room and puzzled it over. Mark? Christ! Mark?

I knocked on his bedroom door.

“Oh it’s you. What do you want?”

I explained the situation to him.

“You want to spend a week in Paris with me?”

“I don’t want to, but it’s either with you or not go. Mom won’t let me go on my own.”

“We’d kill each other. A week together. Just the two of us.”

“Please Mark. We don’t have to spend the time together. You can do your thing and I’ll do mine. Just look out for each other. Please.”

“Have we got separate rooms?”

“Sharing. But apart from that we don’t even need to see each other. Please.”

“‘S’pose.”

MARK

A week in Paris, all paid for. You’d have to be a fool to turn that one down. Even if it meant spending a whole week sharing a room with my bloody kid sister. Getting the time off work was no problem, as I knew it wouldn’t be. They owed me loads of time. Convincing Carly was a much bigger hurdle. She wanted to go, just me and her. It was very tempting. Paris with Carly, rather than my sister, but as mom explained, it was Emma’s birthday treat, and she was already upset that Amy couldn’t go. Poor Amy. I may be a monster in my sister’s eyes but I did feel sorry for Amy. I’d known her since she was five, when she became Emma’s friend. She’d been through a lot, with her mom dying. Mom took me aside, for a talk.

“Be nice to your sister. I know how you fight, but deep down I know you care for each other. Don’t ruin this week any more than it’s already been ruined.”

“Yes mom, I promise.”

I did have every intention of being nice to my little sister, but I knew it would be impossible to go a whole week without a fight!

The day before we went, I walked into the living room. Emma was sitting on the couch, putting her make up on. She was wearing a vest and a pair of panties, fairly normal for her at night time. I didn’t mention that my sister is a bit of a goth. Emo, i think they call it now. She often paints her nails and her lips and her eyes black, or dark red or purple. It’s certainly not to my taste.

“Putting your war paint on again Emma?” I sneered as I walked into the room.

“Make up, yes.”

“Don’t know why you bother?”

“And why’s that, loser?” she barked back.

“Well no matter how much you cover yourself up, no man is ever going to find you attractive.”

“And what would you know? Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“Fat ass. Ugly bitch. That’s you.”

“Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck. Off. And. Die.”

“And how will you get to Paris then, you fat ugly slag?”

“Maybe I don’t wanna go, if you’re gonna be like this.”

Of course she wasn’t any of those things. Emma is not fat, nor is she ugly. I know that. Deep down I know my sister is pretty, very pretty. But the insults are just too far ingrained into our relationship to ever be kind to each other.

And so to Paris…

We caught the Eurostar from London. We barely spoke to each other. In Paris we took a cab to our hotel, checked in and went to our room. The room was great, with fantastic views out of the dual aspect windows. It was luxury. gaziantep öğrenci escort Amy’s dad must have spent a fortune to book this hotel. But…one problem…

“There’s only one bed…” Emma pointed out.

I looked across the room.

“One bed. Why isn’t there two? Shit!” I moaned.

We both went downstairs to speak to reception.

“Excuse me, room 105, there is only one bed,” I told the lady.

“Oui, Yes, monsieur. One bed.”

“We need two beds. We cannot share a bed.”

“Sorry, err, the booking didn’t ask for two beds. One double room. One bed. That is the booking.”

I noticed Emma blushing.

“Well we cannot share a bed. We need two. We are brother and sister. We need two beds.”

“I’m sorry, monsieur, the hotel is full. We do not have another room. You wish to check out?”

Emma grabbed my arm and pulled me to a quieter part of reception.

“We can’t check out. It will have to do. We can sort something out,” she whispered.

“What can we sort out? I’m not sharing a bed with you. A room is bad enough. Christ, having to share this planet with you is impossible some days but…”

“Mark! Don’t ruin this for me. It’s already fucked up enough. Shit you’re the last person I want to be here with and I’d rather share a bed with a starved grizzly bear but just don’t…ruin this. We’re here now, there’s no choice. We’ll have to work it out. Now please just…”

“It’s ok, we’ll sort something out. No we don’t want to check out. Thank you,” I told the hotel receptionist.

We went back to the room. We stood at the end of the bed, staring at it, like two art critics judging a new sculpture.

“It’s quite big,” commented Emma.

“Hmmm..”

“If we roll up a spare sheet and place it down the middle that might work. It will stop us from…” she continued.

“What?” I asked.

“Touching…”

“Maybe.”

“Gotta be worth a try.”

“I suppose so. Like you say it s quite big.”

“I’m sure I used to share your bed when we were younger.”

“Yeah, like when you were three or something,” I replied.

“Well there’s not much difference.”

“We’re not kids anymore though are we?” I added.

“What’s the problem? Scared that you won’t be able to keep your hands off your gorgeous sister?” she laughed.

“You wish.”

“I don’t think so. Amy though…” she laughed.

“Amy what?

“God haven’t you noticed? She’s been crushing on you since she was like eleven!”

“Amy? She’s a bit young for me. Plus she’s your best friend. That’d be like sleeping with the enemy!” I joked.

Emma playfully slapped me on the arm.

“Anyway, I’m gonna have a shower and then we need to find a restaurant. I’m famished,” my sister informed me.

She came out the shower wearing a black dress and black stockings. I did a quick double take, caught out by how attractive my sister looked.

“When you’ve finished admiring my beauty, aren’t you gonna shower?” she laughed.

“Beauty? More like a dog’s dinner,” I growled.

“Thanks.”

I showered then we went to find a place to eat. Dad had loaded his credit card for us to eat and visit places so we had money. Plus I earn well in my job. We found a great restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. After dinner we walked down to the river on our way to the hotel.

“You’re being suspiciously nice to me this evening. In fact we’ve been stuck together for nearly twelve hours now and haven’t argued. At home there’d be blood on the carpet if we were together that long. Has mom spoken to you?” Emma asked me.

“What do you think?”

“That’s a shame.”

“What is?” I asked.

“Well I was hoping you were being nice to me because you’ve actually realized I’m a lovely person. Not because mom threatened you,” she laughed.

“No chance.”

“Well I’ve got a week to work on you. We’ll see, by the end of the week we’ll be best friends.”

“And how is that gonna happen?” I laughed.

“I’ll have to use my feminine charm, to bring out the gentleman in you.”

“Feminine charms? You? Hah!! Now that is funny.”

“For that you’re sleeping on the balcony tonight,” she joked, playfully swatting my shoulder.

“At least it will smell better out there,” I commented.

Back in the hotel room I went to the bathroom to change. I stripped to my boxers. It was a warm night and I normally sleep nude but boxers would have to do this week. When I came out of the bathroom Emma was standing by her case, with her back to me, wearing just a vest and panties. Not for the first time that evening I had to pull my eyes away from checking her out. Remember who she is – your kid sister – who you hate – I had to remind myself.

Her dress and stockings were casually tossed on the bedroom floor which somehow seemed quite sexy. STOP! I told myself.

I climbed into he bed. Emma went to clean her teeth, then came back and switched the tv on. We couldn’t find anything to watch.

“I’m going to sleep. Goodnight,” I said.

As I lay down oğuzeli escort I realized we hadn’t put anything down the middle of the bed to stop us…touching. Oh well it’s a big bed.

“Goodnight,” said Emma, switching off the tv and the light.

I fell asleep almost immediately. I must’ve been more tired than I thought, but I didn’t sleep for long. I was woken by a leg lying across my legs. Emma’s leg. I shook my body a little to try to make her shift but she didn’t so I simply nudged her hard with my elbow.

“Emma, move!” I told her crossly.

She must also have been asleep, and it took her a while to work out what I was moaning about. A little while later her arm found its way to my chest so I lifted it off. The next time I woke up it was me who was doing the touching. Emma had her back to me and my arm was draped across her stomach. I casually moved my arm off and rolled away from her. Next time I awoke it was daylight. Once again Emma had her back to me and once again my arm was across her stomach. But I also had an erection and I realized it was pressing against my sister’s panty clad ass. Horrified I gently edged away from her, praying she hadn’t noticed.

EMMA

I slept pretty well apart from the occasional moments when mark pushed me away. I hadn’t realized my legs were over his. I’d been sleeping! What I did realize however was the hard thing poking against my ass in the early hours. My brother had an erection while we were sleeping in the bed. He had gently moved away, probably hoping I hadn’t felt it but I definitely had. I had trouble getting back to sleep after that. When we finally both woke up I didn’t mention it. What was the point? We’d been getting on relatively well to that point. I didn’t want to upset him by accusing him of getting a boner while sharing a bed with his kid sister!

We watched tv for a while. The news channels droning on about some coup in a Central American country. Mark got up to have a shower. When he went into the bathroom my cell phone buzzed. It was a message from Amy.

AMY; How’s Paris?

Me; Cool. How’s your dad?

Amy; getting better. Still in hospital, having tests, but he’s sitting up and talking.

Me; that’s great news. How’s your sister?

Amy; still upset. But she’s being brave.

Me; are you looking after her on your own?

Amy; mostly but Uncle John has been staying overnight with us.

Me; creepy Uncle John?

Amy; that’s the one. Talking of strange men. How’s the gorilla?

Me; Mark? He’s been ok. Worryingly nice so far. No arguments!!

Amy; yet. Has he mentioned me?

Me; no sorry. Don’t cry. Maybe I’ll send you a pic of my tits to cheer you up.

Amy; I’ll show it to my dad!

Me; that will make him brighter.

Amy; or give him another heart attack!! Where is Mark?

Me; in the shower.

Amy; is the room nice?

Me; yes lovely. I wish you were here. I’m missing you.

Amy; I’ll send you a picture of my tits.

Me; guess what? The room only has one bed. Your dad booked a double room. A double bed, not twin beds!

Amy; you’re sleeping in the same bed as your brother! I wish I was there. How was last nights sleep then?

Me; restless. Weird because we both kept knocking each other and we were trying to keep away from each other.

Amy; lucky bitch. Shit though, a whole week sharing a bed…

Me; I know. Nightmare.

Amy; well you’ll end up either killing each other or fucking each other by the end of the week.

Me; ewww…killing is definitely the preferred choice. Better go, he’s coming out the bathroom.

Amy; bye…

Mark came out the bathroom wearing just a towel.

“Amy just sent me a message. She says hi…” I told him.

He ignored me. I got up and went to have a shower.

MARK

Moments after Emma had gone into the bathroom I was on the balcony looking out when her cell phone buzzed. I walked over to her bed. It was a message from Amy. Being curious I tried to unlock her phone. The first thing I tried was her date of birth. Stupid girl – it unlocked instantly! The massage from Amy was a topless photo. Amy’s head, shoulders and breasts. Wow! She might be a bit too young for me, and my sister’s best friend but she still had nice tits. I might have to pay more attention to Amy next time she comes round.

Still being curious I read the previous conversation between them. ‘You’ll end up either killing each other or fucking each other…’ caught my eye, although my sister’s response was typical of her. I heard the bathroom unlock. I place the phone back on the bed and went back to the balcony.

” I thought you’d be dressed by now,” Emma said as she saw me still wearing just a towel.

She had out on shorts and a t shirt. I got dressed in the bathroom and we went down for breakfast. Over the food we looked at the guide book I had bought and began to plan our day.

“It’s a lovely clear morning. Maybe we should go up the Eiffel Tower this morning before it gets too busy. Then maybe Notre Dame this afternoon,” I suggested.

“Cool with me. So we’re doing these things together?”

“Yeah why?” I asked.

“Oh, only I thought we had talked about avoiding spending time together this week. You know, in case we fight,” she explained.

“Well we can if you want but let’s just see how it goes, I’ll try and be nice if you do.”

“Fine by me. But I do want to go on a boat ride on the Seine, and hopefully go to Versailles,” she said.

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Just a story from the perverted mind of the author, a tale that runs the gamut of masturbation, voyeurism and incestuous relations.

Here I was, living back home with my widowed mother, the person that I thought I had escaped after marrying Ty, my high school sweetheart. Mom is okay if you can take the constant preaching of a born again. I couldn’t. She had been a good mother up until dad died of a massive heart attack when I was thirteen. That was when the local holy roller parson had insinuated himself into Mom’s life, ‘converting’ her into his flock.

Ty had enlisted in the National Guard and when things got tight in the middle east, his unit had been federalized, fortunately, being sent to South Korea to replace some of the regular army. It meant that we had to give up our apartment for we could no longer afford the rent on his pay and my part time job alone. That’s what necessitated my move back home.

Quite often on some afternoons, I would retreat to the sanctuary we kids in the neighborhood had, long ago, discovered, where we could smoke our illicit cigarettes without being caught; the bell tower of the Presbyterian Church. It was only a city block away, where in my younger days, before Daddy’s death, I had attended Sunday School. Mom, after failing to entice me into her new found Church of the Redeemer, at least applauded my interest in ‘my’ church.

The main entrance door was at the foot of the tower and was never locked so I could get right in and, instead to turning thru the doorway into the church proper, could mount the two flights of stairs that led up to the deck, just below where the big brass bell hung. From that deck, a steep ladder went up to the trap door that led into the bell chamber itself. A heavy rope hung down to the ground floor through a large hole right under the bell.

So it was one Friday afternoon, I sat with my back against the wall there in the tower, smoking my, now legal, cigarettes, one after another, killing time away from mother. It was getting into mid-afternoon when I finally got up to leave my sanctuary and just casually glanced out to look down on the back yards of the houses on Hempel street. I gasped at the sight unfolding below me in Mrs. Johansen’s yard, a sight only visible from the height of the tower due to the high hedges surrounding the yard.

There on the grassy lawn was a couple fucking in the missionary position. I could just make out that it was the widow, Mrs. Johansen, on the bottom, her legs wrapped around the hips of the man on top, apparently urging him on. All I could see of him were his slender butt cheeks, clenching as he pumped in and out.

I watched intently for several minutes, feeling my kitty getting wet. Without thinking, I pulled my denim skirt aside to massage my own sweet spot through my moist cotton panties. I could tell when the man below me came, his butt cheeks clenched up tight as he pushed as deep as he could. At that instant, Mrs. Johansen wrapped her arms around his skinny shoulders and pulled him down onto her body. I came myself from my own activity.

The two of them lay like that for several minutes, then he rolled off her to lay on his back beside her. My god! It was Mom’s preacher man! I ducked back out of sight, fearing they might see me, then cautiously, peeked over the edge of the opening to see they were still there, apparently basking in the after glow.

I left the church and quickly made my way home to be greeted with “And where have you been, young lady?”

Truthfully I answered, “At church. I meditated and prayed for Ty to be safe,.” I fibbed.

“Humph! Now that you’re home, set the table so we can eat. I’ve got a meeting at MY church after supper. Our dear Mary Johansen is leading OUR prayer service and giving a lecture on righteousness in life.”

I had forgotten that the ‘dear Mrs. Johansen’ was also one of Pastor Love’s flock, even while I watched him fucking her. I ached to tell mom what I’d seen but that would give away my real ‘church going’ activities.

After a dinner eaten in silence, Mom went into her room to get dressed for her evening, while I cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher. She left just as I finished, saying only a “Goodnight”. I went immediately to my room and after stripping off all my clothing, I threw the covers off my bed and then retrieved my ‘love buddy’, the realistic soft plastic vibrating cock that Ty had presented to me just before he left. “On those long winter nights when you’re thinking of me, this’ll be me, baby.” Hell, it didn’t have to be a cold winters night, I’d partaken of his stand-in on many an occasion and I was still horny from this afternoon.

After two very satisfying orgasms, I cleaned the cock off and, after stowing it back in its hiding place, went to bed and a restful nights sleep.

Next morning I greeted Mom in her kitchen, just sitting down with her morning coffee. I grabbed a mug and filled it before sitting down across the table from her. I expected to hear her rant and rave about her prayer service from the night before, but gaziantep minyon escort she was unusually quiet this morning. I broke the ice, “How was your meeting last night, Mom?”

Without looking up at me, she replied, “Very enlightening but I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why’s that,” I asked, wondering just what was so, apparently, disconcerting to her. “Usually you’re eager to tell me all about it.”

With her eyes still glued to the coffee mug in front of her, she said, “Oh the prayer group was good but the lecture afterwards was a little strange.”

I knew that Mrs. Johansen had given the lecture and the first thing I thought of was that she had confessed to her sin with Pastor Love. “What was the subject, Ma, was it a confession or something?”

She finally looked up at me, a quizzical look on her face. No, no, not a confession. Whatever put that thought in your head?”

“Oh, I don’t know, probably just because you said it was, uh, strange. What was it about?”

“Well, if you must know,” she replied, “it was about women’s roll in the order of things. About how women should always be the vessel for mens desires. About how we should search out a man and, well, uh, satisfy his, uh, needs. I found it to be very odd, coming from the church secretary.”

“Is she, uh, satisfying some man’s, uh, needs, Mom?”

Her eyes were once more concentrated on her coffee mug. “She didn’t say anything about that, just that we should search out a man who needs some relief and,,,uh…give ourselves to him. She made it sound just like we women should go out…uh…whoring. It was very upsetting to me. I haven’t, uh, known any man since your poor father died and he was the only man I’ve ever, uh, ‘known’, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I know what you mean Mom,” I replied, then took a leap forward. “Daddy was the only man you ever fucked, is what you mean.”

She gasped and looked up at me, a frown on her face. “Did you have to put it like that? Did you have to use that word?”

“Why not? It’s what you meant and I’m just calling a spade, a spade.” We were quiet for several minutes, then I asked, “Are you going to do what Mrs. Johansen suggested? Are you going to look for a man who needs relief from, uh, stress?”

She glared at me. “Of course not, young lady and, if I did, I wouldn’t be discussing it with you. Some things are sacrosanct.”

I further upset her, saying, “Hell, Mom, I wouldn’t expect you to discuss your sex life with me. But, Jeez, you’re still a young woman; what’re you, forty-five, forty-six? Surely you must have some, uh, desires of your own. I know I would if I was in your shoes.”

“I’m forty six, Amanda, and I’ve long ago learned to keep those , uh, uh, ‘desires’ suppressed. Something you should be doing with your husband away from home for so long.”

I almost wanted to tell her about my Ty, ‘stand-in’, but held back. No sense giving away my secret. Then she shocked me. “Oh, I’ve heard you, young lady, laying in your bed at night and mast…uh, servicing yourself. I have to cover my ears and pretend I don’t hear your moans and cries.”

My god, I thought, here I was thinking I’d been very quiet when I came. I guess I didn’t realize, that in the moment of orgasm, I really did lose control. I guess the wall between our rooms wasn’t as much a barrier as I thought. Oh well, I wouldn’t bother to try and hide it in the future.

“At least I’m being true to Ty, Mom, and I do have desires and needs, but they are only for him. You, on the other hand, shouldn’t let your repressed desires go unfulfilled. That’ll make you old and dried up before your time. Ty always wondered why you got so wrapped up in religion when you could have looked for a man. He’s always thought you were a very attractive woman, even though you gave up make-up and, the way you dress, making yourself look dowdy.”

With that, I drained my mug of coffee and left the kitchen, to return to my room, leaving her to ponder what I had said.

Several days passed, every afternoon I went up into the bell tower, hoping to see a repeat of Mrs. Johansen and Pastor Love fucking, but no luck. In the evenings, I tried bringing up that lecture again but mom wouldn’t continue a conversation about it. I continued ‘servicing’ myself but no longer tried to be quiet when I’d cum. I wanted her to see, or rather, to hear, what pleasure I was giving myself.

Then about a week later, we were sitting at the dinner table over dinner and mom suddenly said, “Amanda, I do wish you’d be more quiet when you’re quenching your desires, it’s become very disconcerting to me. I have trouble getting to sleep after hearing you.”

Looking her right in the eye, I said, “What? Does it get you…uh…in the mood yourself? Make you want to…uh…you know…touch yourself?”

She blushed crimson and I knew I’d struck a chord. “Of course not, young lady. What do you think? That I’m some sort of degenerate?”

“Oh, come on, Mom. Jeez, it’s only natural. I know if the shoe was nizip escort on the other foot, I’d be playing with myself if I heard you…uh…servicing yourself. Just admit that you get a little turned on.”

She jumped up from the table in a huff. “That’s enough, Amanda. I admit to nothing,” and she turned and left the room. Right there and then I decided to be louder that night when I fucked myself with Ty’s stand-in.

And that’s just what I did, not holding back any of my moans and cries, being louder than ever before. As soon as I had recovered from my orgasm, I quietly slipped out of bed and snuck out into the hall, going to stand by her bedroom door.

I grinned to myself as I heard her muffled voice, calling out my fathers name, “Oh Tom, I need you so bad. Oh god, what’s happening to me, oh, oh.” I could just imagine her laying in her bed, a hand on her pussy, working herself into a state of ecstasy. I didn’t linger, but retreated to my own room, let her enjoy it for a change.

Next morning it was me that got into the kitchen first, to put the coffee pot on, getting the table ready for breakfast. I was on my second mug of coffee before Mom came in, still in her night gown, bloodshot eyes, hair disheveled, but a smile on her face.

“Tough night, Mom,” I asked innocently.

She yawned. “I didn’t get to sleep until very late, if you must know,” she said as she poured her own mug of coffee. She didn’t mention that I had been loud as she sat down across the table from me, sipping at her coffee.

“Mom,” I said, “You know that business that Mrs. Johansen said at the lecture? I think I know who could need some relief…uh…you know, help.” Then I took the plunge. “I bet Pastor Love could take a little counseling, he’s always under stress, you know, always having to come up with a new sermon every week, worrying about all his parishioners. Why don’t you see if you can help him?”

“You know something, Amanda, I just might do just that. A man of the cloth like him, well, it wouldn’t hurt to just talk to him, to get him to relax from all his duties.” She paused for a moment. “Yes, Amanda, I think I’ll give him a call right after breakfast.”

True to her word, I heard her on the phone about an hour later. She was speaking so low that I could only make out a word or two, Mary Johansen’s name being one that I heard.

After her conversation was over and she had hung up the phone, she passed by me in the kitchen, on her way back to her room. “What did your minister say, Mom. Did he welcome your offer?”

She looked at me with a funny expression on her face. “He just said that he’d had several offers of help and that he was quite busy with several other ladies from the church. That he could fit me in some time next week. I don’t quite understand. Doesn’t that sound odd to you?”

“Yeah, it does, but did you make an appointment to see him?”

“Yes, he’s coming to the house next Tuesday afternoon and we can talk then.”

I made a mental note to stay home that afternoon, to be in my room when the good man, Pastor Love, came calling, my ear glued to the walls. I was sure that there would be more than just ‘talk’. It was interesting to hear that the good pastor had other ladies being ‘vessels’ for him. I wondered who, besides Mrs. Johansen, was on Pastor Love’s list of do gooders.

The day finally came and I sequestered myself in my room, telling mom that I had a violent headache. Promptly at two o’clock, I heard the doorbell chime and shortly afterwards, the low hum of voices coming from the livingroom.

It had continued for several minutes when I suddenly heard mother exclaim in a loud voice, “Pastor Love! What are you saying?” Then the voices returned to a low hum again. After several more minutes I heard footsteps in the hallway and mother saying, “We must be very quiet, my daughter is in her room, she has a very bad headache.” Then Pastor Love’s voice telling her to check, that I might be sleeping.

In an instant, I was on my bed, eyes closed, trying to breath normally. I heard my door open for a minute, then mother’s voice whispering as she closed it. “Yes she is sleeping but we must be quiet.,” followed by the sound of her bedroom door closing.

I waited several minutes, then went to the wall that separated our rooms and put my ear to the wall. At first I could hear nothing but then Pastor Love said, “My dear, you have magnificent breasts,” followed by a giggle from my mother. This was getting very interesting and, reaching under my skirt, slid my panties down and kicked them away, preparing myself for a little finger fun.

Some minutes later, “My god, woman,” I heard Pastor Love exclaim, “you have a very tight cunny,” followed by mom’s reply, “You have a very big…uh…thing, Pastor.” Oh boy, I thought, they’re not wasting any time. I wondered what the conversation in the livingroom had been that got mom to this point. He must have been very persuasive.

Soon the sounds of fucking filtered through the wall and I could picture in my nurdağı escort minds eye, Mom, on her back on her bed, legs splayed, with Pastor Love, on his knees between them, hearing his grunting sounds, as he pounded away at her. I could hear mom beginning to moan and cry out and it wasn’t long before the good Pastor, himself moaned loudly, “I’m cumming, woman, you’re getting the seed of heaven,” then a long drawn out moan from him.

Now it was my turn as I diddled at my own pussy, rubbing my clit and driving fingers into my cunt. Finding it difficult to stand next to the wall and fearful that I’d make too much noise as I came, I tottered across the room to throw myself down on my bed while I finished myself off to a glorious orgasm, my face buried in my pillow to keep my own release quiet.

Some time later I heard Mom’s bedroom door open and the sound of the two of them going down the hall to the livingroom. Again, the low hum of their voices, followed by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Pastor Love, his mission accomplished, had left the house. I drifted off into a very deep, satisfied sleep.

It was after five o’clock when I awakened and left my room. Mom was in the kitchen, drinking coffee. “Did your pastor come to the house, Mom,” I asked innocently.

“Yes, dear. I guess you must have been sleeping. We had a very pleasant, uh…conversation and he left very satisfied with my, uh, counseling He wants to make it a weekly thing and I told him I was here for him whenever he felt tense and needed some conversation to relieve that tension. How’s your headache, dear?”

“Oh, it’s all gone now, Mom. I did take a nice long nap and I feel very good now. What’s for supper?” I was finding it difficult to face her, knowing that she had been well fucked that afternoon and, now, was looking forward to more afternoon delights. I began to wonder if I should ask about the other ladies that were ‘counseling’ her pastor, or if she really cared that she was one among others.

On the following Friday afternoon, I made it a point to again be in the bell tower, having figured that the good Pastor Love had regularly scheduled meetings with the women on his trap line. I was not disappointed. It was apparent that he, and Mrs. Johansen, both enjoyed fucking in the open air of her backyard, thinking that no one could see them.

When they emerged from her house, out into the open, both were fully clothed but, not for long. After spreading a blanket on the grass, she stood and began to undress. The good man enjoyed watching, even helping, Mrs. Johansen, divest herself of her clothing. Soon she stood entirely nude in front of him, her large tits hanging almost down to her waist. He paid particular attention to her nipples. It seemed to be his way of performing foreplay. She was not content to simply stand there, but, had one hand at the front of his trousers, getting his prick hard

After several minutes, Mrs. Johansen stepped back and dropped to the blanket, legs spread, one hand on her pussy, the other on one of her tits, toying with her nipple. The parson watched for a few minutes, then, he too, quickly got undressed. I got a good look at his love muscle before he dropped to his knees between her legs. I knew then what my mother had meant when she had said he had ‘a big thing’. Skinny man that he was, he was certainly well endowed.

I had dropped my panties while I watched her get naked and now I had free access to my own pussy and I began to pleasure myself as I watched to two of them fucking, I now realized that I had missed a good portion of their coupling the first time I’d seen them fucking for now the act went on for a very long time. Twice I could hear Mrs. Johnson’s moans of apparent orgasms before he began to really pound away at her cunt. I know I had matched her with two orgasms of my own, my fingers working their magic in my now, sloppy cunt.

This time, when he came, Pastor love immediately rolled off of Mrs. Johansen, his prick still hard and now pointed towards the sky. But, as I watched, the starch went out of his large rod and it wilted, to lay on his thigh. I stood away from the outlook and sat down to jill off once more. My god, I was horny as hell.

Several minutes later, after achieving a very successful cum, I licked my juices off my fingers and got up to take one more look at the two of them, but, I was too late. They were no longer there and all traces of their fuck session were gone.

It was on my way home that I began to hatch a plan that would allow me to watch Mom and her pastor when he filled her ‘vessel’ with his ‘seed of heaven’. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just open her door and watch from the hallway, I had heard the door lock on their first tryst. I’d have to open a spy hole in the wall between our bedrooms.

That night, when Mom went off to her prayer meeting, I went into her room and selected a spot on the wall that, with a hole there, I could get a view of her bed and any activity that might take place. It would be right in the middle of one of the sun flowers in the wallpaper pattern I carefully drilled a small hole, making sure not to tear the wallpaper. I backed away from the wall, checking to see if it would be noticeable and found that it was virtually unseen. I cleaned up the small amount of plaster dust that had fallen to the floor and then, after noting the location of my spy hole, went to my own room.

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Maureen texted her best friend Pam, “Hey, let’s go to the mall later.”

“Sure,” Pam texted back. “Pick you up at twelve.

Pam wore a loose tank top with no bra and denim shorts that did justice to het round butt. She loved to draw attention to herself, having the boys and men salivate at the sight of her bouncing large breasts as she sauntered around the mall. Maureen was quite the opposite, slim, a runner’s body with perky a-cup titties. Maureen was noticeable for her protruding hard nipples that were easily aroused.

“Check out that sorry looking dude on the bench over there,” Pam indicated to her friend. “Let’s give him a thrill.”

Pam and Maureen walked up to the middle-aged man on the bench at the mall. Pam sat down beside him and Maureen stood in front of him, blocking his view and hiding him from onlookers.

“Sir, my girlfriend here was feeling me up in the dressing room at Forever 21, “Pam said to the forlorned looking man, “and she said I have a lump on my right tit,” she went on. “I can’t feel anything and I’m only eighteen, way too young for cancer.”

“Go ahead,” Maureen ordered him. “Feel her tit. Prove to her I’m right.”

The man was perplexed. Astonished.

Maureen grabbed his hand and placed it on her friend’s exposed breast as Pam pulled her tank top up. The man froze, not able to comprehend the situation.

“What the he’ll is going on here!” screeched a middle-aged woman.

“Sorry ma’am,” Pam apologized. “He was just checking me for a lump.”

“God, my husband’s a fucking pervert,” the woman yelled as she ran away.

“I think you better go get her, ” Maureen told the man who by now realized the situation and became amused.

“She’s not going anywhere,” the bemused man replied. “Unless she wants to walk.”

“We didn’t mean for you to get in trouble with your wife,” Maureen said to him.

“Don’t worry about that,” he replied. “She has been so cold to me the past few years, it serves her right.”

“So, you guys don’t fuck anymore? ” Maureen asked.

“No. And she even thinks it’s disgusting when I jerk myself off,” he explained.

“Oh God, you poor man,” Pam exclaimed.

“No wonder you looked so forlorned sitting there.”

“Come with us,” Maureen commanded him as the two girls took him by the hand and led him to the family rest room. Pam locked the door.

Inside the rest room Maureen pulled up her shirt and exposed her large brown erect nipples. She directed the man’s head to suck on them while Pam unbuttoned the man’s shorts and slid them to his ankles. Pam took the man’s erect cock in her mouth and started sucking him off. The poor guy must have been really deprived because it wasn’t more than ten seconds into Pam’s ministrations on him when he exploded streams of tasty sperm into her mouth.

“Are you going to be selfish?” Maureen asked her friend. Pam got up and locked lips with Maureen, passing along to Maureen the remaining cum.

“I don’t know how to thank you girls,” the man said relieved.

“We are just a couple of young sluts,” Pam explained, “who love sex.”

“What are we going to do about youriou wife?” Maureen asked.

“Call her. Tell her to meet you at the entrance to Macy’s,” Pam directed.

The three of them made their way to the meeting point. They saw the man’s wife standing there fuming. She had a surprised look on her face when she saw her husband approaching with the two young women. Before side could get a word out of her mouth Pam laid into her.

“Here’s the deal,” Pam began. “You are going to go home with your husband and fuck the shit out of him. He is going to call me if you don’t then Maureen and I will right in front of you.”

“You really should suck him off,” Maureen added. “He has very tasty cum, doesn’t he Pam?”

“He does,” Pam confirmed. “I’ll take a mouthful anytime,” she said licking her lips.

“Well honey,” the man said to his wife. “These girls mean it. They said that anytime I needed to get gaziantep manken escort my rocks off and you deprived me, they would be happy to please me.”

The man’s wife stood there totally confused. After a minute of silence she finally addressed the girls.

“Did you just give my husband a blow job?” she asked. Her husband answered for them. “Yes, they did,” he said.

“Why?” the woman asked.

“Because he’s a nice guy and everyone deserves to live a happy life,” Maureen responded.

Later that afternoon, Maureen and Pam were sunbathing nude with Pam’s mother, Susan, at Pam’s house. Pam got a message on her phone. It was a picture of the woman from earlier that day at the mall. She was laying on a bed, naked, smiling, cum oozing out of her pussy. The picture was accompanied by two words, “Thank You.” Pam showed her phone to Maureen and her mother and explained to her mom what had transpired at the mall.

The three women laughed. Then Maureen got serious.

“Susan,” Maureen began asking Pam’s mother, “do you think it is ok for me to ask my father to have sex with me?”

“Do you want to have sex with him?” Susan asked as a reply.

“I have had a crush on him since I started having sexual feelings, ” Maureen confided. “I just don’t know how to approach him and mom. I don’t know how they feel about that. I don’t know if they are like you guys.”

“They know about our family,” Pam interjected, “and they don’t seem to think there’s anything wrong with us.”

“Why don’t we invite them over Friday before the graduation party,” Susan suggested. “That way we can all feel them out. Sex in the family is different from casual sex with friends or strangers. There’s already a loving relationship.”

“Let’s go inside and have a little loving relationship before dinner,” Pam suggested with a chuckle. The three women made their way to Pam’s room. Maureen sucked on Pam’s luscious tits while Susan ran her tongue on her daughter’s clit.

“Oh fuck, mom,” Pam cried out as her mother’s tongue made its way into her sopping wet pussy. Pam cried out again when Maureen bit down on Pam’s left nipple. Pam’s orgasm was in reach.

Maureen sensed her part time lover was about to cum so she quickly rubbed Pam’s clit as Susan continued tongue fucking her daughter. Pam’s hip thrust her pussy into her mother’s face, her womanly juices drowning her.

Pam took a while to regain her breath while Susan turned her attention to Maureen.

“You know you taste very much like your mother,” she told her. “Do you have the same feelings about her as you do your father?” she asked.

“It’s different,” Maureen moaned in response to Susan’s question and pussy licking. “The burning desire is not there with my mom as it is for my dad,” she managed to explain while her orgasm was building.

“Your parents are very philosophical,” Pam noticed. “And very open-minded,” she added.

“Oh shit,” Maureen screamed as Susan thrust a couple of fingers in the young woman’s vagina. It didn’t take long before Susan got her daughter’s friend to gush her feminine ejaculate all over her hand.

**************

Bob and Julie accompanied their daughter Maureen to visit with Pam and her parents the night before graduation party. It was going to be an adult sex fest more than a party for the girls, though they were certain to be the center of attention. Pam and Maureen had been introduced to their parents’ lifestyle a couple of months earlier when Pam celebrated her eighteenth birthday. This Friday evening, however, was going to be more intimate with just the two young women and their parents.

“Pam,” Bob asked his daughter’s friend, “what are your plans for the future?”

“I’m going to into the nursing program at the university,” Pam responded.

“That sounds wonderful,” Julie complimented.

“And how about you, Maureen?” Frank asked his daughter’s friend.

“I need to work and save gaziantep masaj yapan escort some money so I can go to college next year,” Maureen responded.

“Where are you going to school,” Susan asked.

“A small liberal arts college in Annapolis Maryland,” Maureen replied. “I’m going to study comparative religion and philosophy,” she explained.

“She gets that from us,” Julie said to Susan and Frank. “We discuss religion and philosophy often and Maureen loves to participate in our musings,” she went on to explain.

“Maybe we can all go into the living room and have a conversation about taboos,” Pam hinted to help break the ice for her friend.

“Wonderful idea,” Susan affirmed. “Let’s relax with some wine and brandy.”

Normally, Frank would suggest that his guests continue the evening naked. Bob and Julie were very much used to that visiting the Miller’s household; they were frequent participants in the orgies there. Frank, however, thought that this night should evolve without undue influence. There was going to be plenty of sex the rest of the weekend and he wanted this night to belong to Maureen and her parents, if there was going to be any sex at all.

Pam and Maureen sat down on the large sectional sofa, situating themselves between Bob and Julie. Susan and Frank occupied the love seat. Susan led the conversation; bringing up the subject of incest.

“You both know about Frank and I having sex with our son Phil and with Pam,” Susan began. “Have you had any thoughts about such religious taboos?” she directed her question to Bob and Julie.

“Mom says love in the family is special,” Pam chimed in.

Bob and Julie both had thoughtful expressions on their faces when Bob came out reluctantly.

“I have never thought about it as taboo,” Bob explained. “I have always admired the way your family is free and open sexually,” he said.

“I have also admired the way you all naturally react to each other sexually,” Julie added.

“It just seems socially awkward,” Bob said looking at his daughter.

“Well,” Frank exclaimed. “Nothing is socially awkward in this house.” Susan gave a look to her daughter that screamed, get over here and be comfortable with your parents. Pam got the message and went over to sit on her father’s lap, wrapping her arm around his neck and giving him a big kiss. Susan stood up and slid her skirt and panties to floor.

Maureen saw that this was the moment she needed to let her parents know that she wanted to have sex with them, especially her father. She pulled her tank top over her head, her hard nipples protruding from her perky a-cup breasts. Maureen grabbed her father’s hand and placed it on her right nipple.

Fully naked, Susan beckoned Julie to her. The two women were no strangers to each other, having enjoyed many encounters of Sapphic love. The men were left alone to explore their daughters’ love in a physical way.

Maureen stood up and pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles, exposing her wet glistening pussy to her father. Bob reached out to touch his daughter’s sex.

Maureen cooed at the sensation of her father’s strong hand gently stroking the outer lips of her vagina. She bent over and let her lips fall onto his in a passionate kiss.

Pam and her father, intently curious, watching their friends engage in an incestuous encounter for the first time, mutually masturbated each other at the erotic scene.

Bob’s desires for his daughter consumed him. He laid her down on the sofa and began ravishing her sweet pussy with his tongue and lips. Maureen’s feminine nectar was pouring out of her pussy. Bob licked her clit with a passion. Maureen cried out as her slim young body writhed in orgasm.

“Daddy,” Maureen said panting coming down from her orgasmic bliss. “Please. I want to feel you inside me.”

Bob released his throbbing cock from his pants. Quickly he stripped. Pam went over to her friend’s gaziantep masöz escort father and whispered to him.

“She’s very tight,” Pam told him. “Be gentle,” she admonished.

Bob lined the swollen tip of his cock with his daughter’s slit and slowly, tenderly rubbed it up and down, picking up as much of her natural lubricant as possible. He leaned over, gave her a kiss.

“Are you ready, sweetheart,” Bob asked Maureen softly.

“Yes daddy, please,” she responded.

Bob slowly and deliberately penetrated his daughter. Her body reacted with a jolt that pushed him in further. Maureen relaxed then as Bob slide all the way in. He paused.

“Did I hurt you?” Bob asked his daughter.

“Oh no, daddy. You feel wonderful inside me,” Maureen replied.

Bob began fucking his daughter with slow long in and out pumping. Her pussy reacted by releasing copious amounts of her womanly cum, lubricating her tight vaginal walls as her father’s cock rhythmically picked up speed. She gripped him hard. They ascended together.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Maureen screamed as she climaxed to the sensation of her father shooting streams of his hot cum, filling her pussy.

Witnessing the erotic intensity of her best friend cumming with her father, Pam brought herself and Frank to an orgasm manually.

Maureen, Bob, Pam and Frank settled down after their orgasms with another glass of wine. Frank renewed the conversation.

“How do you feel Maureen?” Frank asked.

“Do you feel your love is stronger for your father now?”

Maureen smiled as she looked at her dad. She responded to Frank’s questions by giving her father a long passionate kiss.

“How about you, Bob?” Frank asked.

“I feel so much better now,” he replied. “I’m happy we got over that hump to full acceptance of our loving relationship,” he explained further. “Our bodies are truly the way we express our love, our true spiritual being.”

Susan and Julie made their way back to the living room to join the others for a glass of wine. Susan’s curiosity came out first.

“Well,” she began to ask, “how was it?” She sensed that Bob and Maureen had coupled.

“Awesome,” interjected her daughter Pam. “It was so hot to see the passion they had for each other. Their energy electrified the air.”

“I want to thank you for the opportunity you presented tonight,” Bob said to Susan. “I know this will bring our family in tighter than ever before.”

“We should all go to bed now,” Frank said knowing that tomorrow was going to be a busy day getting the party prepared and the ensuing sexual activity was going to require all the energy they could muster.

“Bob, Julie, Maureen,” Susan began. “You can sleep in Pam’s room tonight,” she offered. “Pam you can sleep with your father and me.”

……………………

Morning came finding Maureen wrapped in the arms of her mother. Maureen woke first. She took her mother’s hand and gently placed it on her breast, her nipples aroused and standing out. Unconsciously in her sleep, Julie gently massaged her daughters firm, supple tit. Maureen grabbed a hold of her father’s morning erection and slowly stroked it, eliciting soft sleepy moans.

Julie woke noticing she had been rubbing her daughter’s tits. She took the erect nipples into her mouth, one at a time, biting gently. Bob woke to the movement in the bed. Maureen’s body was now restless as Julie worked her way to her daughter’s pussy, licking, sucking, biting softly. Bob positioned himself behind his wife and slipped his cock through her folds. The family was now connected in one mass.

“Oh god,” Maureen moaned, clutching her mother’s head as Julie’s tongue ravished her clit. Bob was thrusting in and out of Julie at a steady slow pace, careful not to be too forceful as to push his wife hard into his daughter’s cunt. Mother and daughter came to their orgasms in unison. Bob pulled out and began stroking himself fiercely. He spilled his morning cum all over his wife’s and daughter’s breasts.

“There’s your morning treat,” Bob said jokingly as he finished rubbing his cum with his cock on Maureen and Julie. The two women were pleased to lick his sperm from each other.

“What a wonderful morning,” Julie exclaimed.

Bob, Julie and Maureen embraced each other, their naked flesh bonding the family in love. They were ready for the adventures of life to come.

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“Over my knee!” … an appointment with the hairbrush.

As an 18-year-old, I was quite frequently disciplined by my strict Aunt Julie. She was a domineering bitch who could really bring a man to tears spanking him over her knee with a hard wooden hairbrush, but I loved her all the same. We lived in a wooded area across the street from a cornfield. The backyard offered complete privacy, the view from the road being blocked by the house. My Aunt Julie is very sexy and often sunbathed in the backyard in her bikini, giving me the opportunity to admire her lovely body. She had a nice tan which complemented her shoulder length black hair. She was tall, and solidly built with large breasts, wide hips, meaty thighs and ample buttocks. Needless to say I had a rock hard cock most of the time. I wanted to make love to her but felt guilty about these incestuous thoughts. I wanted to feel the soft flesh of her bottom and thighs against my cock.

* * * * *

One day she ordered me to follow her into her bedroom where she would punish me. She told me to takeoff my shorts and my underwear.

“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom just like a bad little boy!” she said. While I was undressing she sat down on the bed and I noticed that she had an old fashioned wooden hairbrush beside her. My mother spanked me quite often on my bare bottom but never with a hairbrush. Mom also used to take me over her knee in the kitchen and swat my backside with a wooden mixing spoon. The wooden spoon used to sting like hell and I was afraid that my Aunt’s hairbrush was going to hurt even worse! To complicate matters, I was getting aroused looking at her sitting there on the bed. She had been sunbathing and was still wearing her bikini. Although I dreaded the spanking that was to come, I couldn’t wait to go over her knee and feel those silky smooth thighs against my cock. Standing there, frightened, she ordered me to lie across her lap. Slowly I obeyed, gently lowering myself onto her thighs. Her thighs felt good to my stiffening cock but I didn’t get a chance to enjoy it because she started the spanking straightaway. She began to spank my naked buttocks with her open palm, very hard and at a furious pace! She plays tennis a lot so she has very strong arms. Her sharp, stinging slaps really hurt! In a very short time I was squirming on her lap trying to avoid her merciless slaps.

“Hold still or I’ll use that hairbrush on your bottom!” She warned in a stern tone of voice.

I had a feeling she planned to do so anyway. I could barely contain myself and I began to whimper and moan. Reflexively I reached back with my right hand to protect my naked buttocks. When I did this she began spanking the backs of my thighs. I found out the hard way that my thighs are even more sensitive than my bottom. At this point I really began to wriggle and squirm, kicking my legs and begging her to stop. She grabbed my hand and pinned it behind my back and returned to spanking my bottom.

“Just for that I’m going to blister your bottom with the hairbrush!” She yelled. “Don’t you ever put your hand in my way when I’m spanking you! Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She was not happy with my answer and began laying into my bare bottom with the hairbrush.

“I’m going to teach you some respect young man. The next time I as you a question you’ll answer me “yes Ma’am.” Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied quickly.

She continued spanking me with that hairbrush, at a slower pace, making sure every stroke was delivered full force to my bare bottom. Each stroke made a vicious “crack!” that echoed in the air. By now my bottom was bright red and I was crying profusely. My cock was growing harder and harder from squirming around on her lap. Her smooth, tanned thighs against my flesh really turned me on. To my surprise, the spanking also excited me, though it hurt terribly! I’m sure she could tell I was enjoying it. There was no way she could not notice my hard cock grinding against her bare thighs as she paddled my bare bottom with the brush.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much. I’m going to have spank you harder!” she said.

So far she had been alternating from one cheek to the other at a moderate pace, about one stroke every 2 or 3 seconds. Now she started spanking as fast as she could, sometimes giving me 3 or 4 swats on the same cheek before adjusting her aim to strike the other cheek. I couldn’t keep still for this onslaught, so she draped her leg over the back of my knees so I couldn’t kick. She then proceeded to spank my thighs with that awful brush! I couldn’t contain myself.

“Owww!!! Please don’t spank my thighs! Oww! Oww! Oooh! That stings!!! Please Julie! Please stop!”

I had forgotten to address her as “Ma’am”, and at that she began swatting my thighs even faster!

“What did I tell you?” (Crack!) (Crack!) (Crack!) “I (Crack!) told you (Crack!) to (Crack!) address (Crack!) me as (Crack!) Ma’am! (Crack!) “

“Owww!!! Yes Ma’am. Ow! I’m sorry gaziantep kızıl escort Ma’am! Ooooh! Please don’t spank my thighs anymore,” I pleaded!

I was howling in pain. My thighs felt like they were on fire! After a few more swats she stopped. She slowly ran her fingers along the back of my thighs and over my bottom. I was very sore but her touch also felt good, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Does that feel better?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied. I remembered to call her Ma’am. I didn’t want to risk the consequences.

“Your punishment has just begun. After your spanking you’re going to get a good switching and a taste of the belt. I’m going to lay the leather to you good!” She said.

“Yes Ma’am.” I said.

She picked up the hairbrush again and spanked me with that slow steady rhythm again. I started crying and squirming again.

“You’re going to get a full five minutes worth! I’m going to blister your bottom good young man!”

Now she began to concentrate on the crease of the buttocks where your bottom and thighs meet. This is the most sensitive part of your bottom and she knew it! I was in agony (and ecstasy)! I couldn’t stand the sting of that hairbrush on my ass and at the same time I couldn’t help humping her silky smooth thighs with my rock hard cock. I had gotten my wish — I wanted to feel the silky smooth flesh of her thighs against my cock — but I hadn’t counted on getting my bottom blistered with her hairbrush! I couldn’t stand the sting. I was squirming all over her lap trying to get away from her brush. True to her word she spanked me for a solid five minutes. She really knew how to take control! As a finale she assaulted my backside with a flurry of swats delivered as hard and fast as she could. This was more than I could bear. Those smooth tanned thighs felt so good against my rock hard cock. As I thrust my hips violently against her thighs with those last painful swats I came explosively, shooting my load all over her thighs! This really infuriated her!

“Get up!” she screamed. “Look what you’ve done! You’re really going to get it now boy! I’m going to cut me some fresh switches and whip your backside good!”

I was just sitting there on my knees rubbing my sore bottom with both hands. I didn’t know what to do.

“Get over here and lick that off!” She screamed.

“Yes Ma’am” I replied as a scrambled over to her. I was really excited now! I never dreamed that I’d get to run my tongue and my lips along her luscious thighs. Slowly I liked the semen of her thighs stealing a kiss here and there. She seemed to enjoy it. She slowly opened her legs wider. As I slowly kissed my way higher up her thighs towards her crotch she grabbed my hair and threw me back. I didn’t say a word. I was genuinely afraid. I knew how much a switch stings, especially in the hands of an angry woman. She told me to stand up and as I did so she grabbed my rock hard cock and pulled me toward the bathroom, hairbrush in hand. She took a washcloth and wiped my cock clean. Then she took the washcloth, wet it and wiped it over my red, sore bottom cheeks. The cool water felt good. She put her left foot up on the toilet, pulled me over her leg and applied several hard swats to my wet buttocks. I cried out and jumped at the pain. I couldn’t believe how much it stung!!!

“You come on my thighs again without permission and I’ll wet your bottom again and then spank you! It hurts ten times as much when you’re bottom’s wet.”

“Yes Ma’am. I’m sorry Ma’am.” I said.

She gave me several more swats for good measure and said, “Now follow me.”

She led me outside, naked, into the backyard towards the woods. There are a few birch trees on the edge of the woods. She selected three switches from one of the birches. She tested each one on my thighs as she went along. Armed with her switches she ordered me back to the house, slowly, so she could switch my bottom and thighs as we walked back. Once inside it was back to the bedroom where she placed two pillows on the center of the bed. She intended to elevate my bottom to make it a more enticing target.

“Lie down, and prop your ass up on those pillows. If you move you’ll get a paddling with your father’s fraternity paddle, after I’ve thrashed you with the belt! Do you understand me?” She said in that stern tone of voice.

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied obediently.

My cock was beginning to stiffen again. Although my bottom hurt like hell I was becoming aroused by the sight of her prancing around in her bikini wielding the switch. … and her voice! She was mean as hell when she was angry and the sound of her voice as she ordered me around excited me. I couldn’t resist that authoritarian tone as she growled her commands through clenched teeth. This combination of sensations was overwhelming … The pain and the pleasure … my red hot bottom, my rock hard cock, the sound of her voice, and the sight of her! … That smooth, gaziantep köle escort tanned, well-muscled, bikini-clad body … Poised to lash out with that wicked switch!

I could learn to like serving a domineering, bikini-clad bitch! I’d managed to buy some adult magazines that summer and had read about women spanking and whipping men. I’ve been fascinated by spanking for as long as I could remember. I’ve fantasised about putting pretty girls over my knee and spanking them … And I’ve also wanted to get my bottom spanked by a beautiful woman. I especially like girls in bikinis — there’s a pretty girl down the street named Lori who looks fantastic in her light blue bikini with white polka dots — I’ve always wanted her to take me over her knee and spank my bare bottom. My fantasies were becoming a cruel reality at the hands of my strict Aunt! I’ve read stories of Mistresses who whipped their male slaves mercilessly and fantasised over the pictures of these lovely models in black leather. My mind was beginning to picture my Aunt Julie dressed in a black leather g-string and thigh high boots. I could picture myself tied over a whipping bench as she whipped my naked bottom with a cat o’ nine tails!

This thought, being whipped by my lovely Mistress Julie, went through my mind as I lay down on the bed with my ass prominently displayed and presented for punishment. She wasted no time laying into my naked buttocks with that switch! (Swishhh!!!) the switch slashed into my sore buttocks with incredible force! I howled in pain at that first stroke! I’d been switched by my mother before and I knew how much it hurt but this was worse! Julie wound up and given me a stroke delivered with full force! It felt like she’d laid a red hot wire across my ass! She continued whipping my upturned bottom with a vengeance … working her way slowly up and down my buttocks and thighs! I couldn’t keep quiet. I was kicking and screaming, wriggling my ass trying desperately to avoid those vicious strokes as they bit deep into my tender flesh, and bawling at the top of my lungs! She was enjoying herself immensely and made sure that I did not. I was genuinely scared at this point. She meant business! She was mad as hell and was whipping my bottom and thighs hard, slashing away with that switch at a fast and furious pace. This beating was punishment for my misconduct the night before and she was determined to see that I did not sit comfortably for a few days.

I had never endured this much pain before and I swore to myself to obey her, in fear of another thrashing. I had enjoyed the spanking over her luscious thighs and relished the thought of being whipped by a beautiful Mistress but this whipping with that long, flexible switch was too painful to be pleasurable. My cock was still hard but I wanted her to stop! I begged her desperately to cease.

“Ooooohhhh!!! Oww!!!” I howled. “Please don’t whip me anymore Julie! I’ll behave. Ooooohh!!! oww! Oww! Oooohh!!! Please!!! I’ll do anything Julie! Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Ooohh!!! Please! Not so hard!!! Oooohhowwwww!!!!!!!”

After another dozen strokes she paused. She reached out and gently stroked the tender flesh of my backside and said, “I’m going to give you another two dozen strokes with the switch before you get the belt. After each stroke you’re going to thank me for that stroke. I’m going to switch you as hard as I can because I don’t want you to ever forget this lesson! Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I whimpered. “Thank you Ma’am,” I added quickly!

I was thankful that the end was in sight but I dreaded the next two dozen strokes. She stood up, spread her legs for better footing, raised her arm and brought that switch down on my bottom with a wicked “swish!”

“Aaaaaaaaahhh!!! ooooooohh!!!” I screamed. The pitch of my voice rose to a squeal at that first stroke!

“Owww!!! thank you Ma’am.”

“You’re squealing like a little girl!” She scolded. “Maybe I’ll dress you up in some of my panties and spank your little bottom like a naughty little girl, hmmm? Would you like to feel the sting of my hairbrush over your panties?”

“Yes Ma’am!” I blurted out without thinking. “I’ll do anything Ma’am!”

“Mmmmm!!!” she said seductively. “You’ve said that before! You bet your sweet little ass you’ll do anything I say! You’re going to obey me or else! I’ll wallop your backside good! From now on I’m going to spank you on a regular basis. I’m going to take you over my knee and give you a dose of my hairbrush every Friday afternoon before your father gets home from work! You’re going to get a spanking every week whether you’ve behaved or not. I’m going to teach you some discipline! And if you whine about it or hesitate I’m going to make you wear my panties when I punish you! When you whimper and whine like a little girl I’m going to treat you like one! When you learn to take your spanking like a man I’ll beat your with a belt! And if you misbehave during the week, I’ll take you over gaziantep kumral escort my knee or send you out for a switch!”

I was glad for this little lecture. It provided me with a brief respite from my ordeal beneath the switch. What I soon began to realize was that she planned to discipline me regularly for her pleasure … and for mine! My hard cock had shown her that I enjoyed being punished and dominated at the hands of a cruel woman.

“Do you want to go over your Aunt Julie’s knee?” She asked enticingly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.

“Do you like it when you cock touches my bare thighs?” She asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied … a little ashamed but excited.

“I know little boy. I can feel you humping my thighs when I spank you. You’re not just dodging my spanks. You’re enjoying it. Well I’m going to show you how to please a woman. Every time you come on my thighs I’m going to make you lick them clean. I’ll show you what to do with that tongue. And every time you come I’m going to wet your bottom and spank you.”

I was hanging on every word! I couldn’t decide if I was in heaven or hell … Being spanked mercilessly by this bikini-clad bitch!

“Do you like it when I spank you?” She asked.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Do you want me to spank you even when you’re a good boy?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Do you want me to teach you discipline?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Will you obey my every command?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Will you submit to me when I decide to punish you?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Will you submit to whatever punishment I decide to give you?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Good. I’ve seen those magazines you’ve been hiding in your room. Do you want to serve a beautiful Mistress? Do you want to be my slave, my own personal ‘whipping boy’?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Do you want me to train you to be my slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Would you like to address me as ‘Mistress’?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. You will continue to address me as “Ma’am”. You will only call me ‘Mistress’ when I tell you you’re my slave … Or when you want me to punish you. I know you enjoy looking at me. You love it when I’m in my bikini. I can feel your stare as you admire my legs and my ass. Would you like to see me naked?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied eagerly!

“Tell me how much you admire your Mistress. Talk dirty to me.” She commanded.

“You’re beautiful Mistress. I love to see you sunbathing in your bikini. I want to see your breasts. I love your silky smooth thighs. I like to lie across your lap and rub my cock against them when you spank me. I want to see you take your bikini off. I want to see your beautiful bare bottom and your cunt.”

With blinding speed she brought the switch down across my ass!

“Don’t you ever say cunt again! You say that word again and I’ll give you a hundred strokes with my switch on your bare thighs!”

“Yes, Ma’am. I mean yes, Mistress! I’m sorry Mistress!” I stammered.

Again she switched my bottom.

“If your a good boy I’ll let you see my pussy.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now I’m going to finish switching your bottom,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She raised her arm and brought the switch down sharply across my lower buttocks where they meet my thighs. I howled in pain as I ground my hips into the pillow.

“Ooooowwwwwww!!! ow! Oohhh! One, thank you Ma’am.”, I sniffled.

Again she brought the switch down with all her might, the thin, flexible branch wrapping around my naked buttocks! I sucked in my breath at the intensity of that stroke, then let out a squeal.

“Two, thank you Ma’am.”

She continued to 24, true to her word. I lay there sweating and exhausted. My bottom and thighs were covered with angry red welts from the onslaught of her switch. Looking me over she decided that she wasn’t finished with the switch just yet. She picked up the thinnest and swished it through the air.

“No please Julie! I can’t take anymore. My bottom feels like its on fire. Please don’t switch me anymore. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. Please!” I pleaded.

“You said you’d let me punish you any way I liked … and I’m going to try this little switch. Its thinner so it will sting more. If you take your whipping like a good boy I’ll stop after this and let you take your beating with the belt tomorrow.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.”

She gave me another dozen strokes each, first on my thighs and then on my bottom. Again I kicked and screamed, desperately waggling my ass to cool the fire. When she finished she sat down on the bed and caressed my sore bottom and thighs. Her touch felt so good. It still hurt like hell but it excited me to have her touch me there.

“Now stand up,” she said. I immediately complied.

My cock was hard again from her loving attention to my tortured backside.

“Ooooh!” She said, “You’ve still got a hard little cock! I’ll take care of that!”

She grabbed my cock by the base and squeezed. This felt great and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together and thrust my cock forward. She leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock, the proceeded to lick up and down the shaft, pumping it a little with her hand, then stroking it with her tongue again. I came again, moaning as I released. She wiped the semen off my cock and smeared it on her thighs.

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Here Lucy and Jim continue their diary extracts. Read chapter 1 first.

All characters are over 18 years old.

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LUCY

You’ll never believe what we did last week, Sophie and me. Mum went out and I was supposed to be going out with Nick. So Sophie went round to see my Dad. Little did he know I went too. Dad and Sophie started making out and they ended up in my room. Sophie said she wanted to put the light out to make it more romantic and after they’d been getting all turned on, she said she had to have a pee. So she went out and I went in. It was pitch dark but I managed to find my way to the bed ‘cos it’s my room after all. Then I hopped into bed with my old man! God I was shitting myself. I didn’t say much ‘cos I had to disguise my voice and besides I was too nervous. But he was so randy he wouldn’t have noticed anyway.

He started sucking my tits and pretty soon he was going down on me. My God, imagine if Mum had walked in! I turned around so I could get his cock in my mouth, well part of it, it’s so thick. I could feel myself coming and as I did his cock started pumping into my mouth. I was so out of it I could barely swallow his juice, there was so much of it and a lot of it dribbled out the sides of my mouth. Then he turned me around, calling me Sophie over and over. Just as well the globe in my bedside lamp had blown because I was starting to be able to see his profile and I was terrified he’d recognise me. But after a second he started fucking me. I was so turned on I came again straight away. But he kept on going and going and I came again. I rolled over on top of him so my tits hung down over his face. I was sure he’d realise they couldn’t be Sophie’s ‘cos mine are much smaller. But he didn’t. I came again and so did he this time.

After a while he pulled out of me, still as hard and thick as ever. I thought he must have had enough. But he told me to roll over and put my bum in the air. He started fucking me in the cunt again from behind but after a few minutes he pulled out and rested his cock against my arsehole. I panicked a bit because that was about the only thing I hadn’t done before. But the thought of it turned me on and I relaxed again. He pushed gently and his huge cock slowly went inside my arse. It was pretty well lubricated so it slid in really smoothly. At first it felt like I was going to split apart but once I relaxed it started feeling fantastic and he went further and further in until he was all the way. I felt so full. My god, imagine being fucked in the arse by my old man!

Eventually I came again, a really powerful one, and he did too. It seemed to go on forever and I kept coming and coming. I was crying out loud, then panicked that he’d recognise me. I wondered what he’d do if he realised he’d been fucking his own daughter. At that stage I didn’t care and I don’t think he would have either. I could see why my Mum stayed married to him. And why Sophie kept coming back. After we lay there exhausted for a few minutes I figured it was Sophie’s turn. I just hoped he had a bit more in him. So I told him I was going to the loo and I’d be right back and not to move.

Sophie was just outside the door. She’d been coming all over the place listening to us, but she was raring to get him inside her. She handed me a cassette, and I said “What’s this?”

With a glint in her eye she replied, “I thought you might like a little souvenir.” The bitch had been taping us! Then she went back to the karataş escort room. Pretty soon I realised I didn’t have to worry about his stamina. They made so much noise! My God were we that noisy? The people over the road could have heard us. I listened for a while until I could hear they were getting up. Then I snuck outside and made as if I was coming home early. I walked in the front door and there was Sophie, tucking her t-shirt in and looking a bit dishevelled. Not too bad though. Dad went beetroot colour, but I pretended not to notice.

“Soph!” I cried. “What are you doing here?”

She glared at me as we hugged and she whispered “You arsehole!” Then she said out loud, “I just dropped around to see if you were home. Your Dad’s just been showing me his etchings.” Dad went purple. “But I’ve got to go now. You can tell me about your big night out tomorrow at school.” And she walked out the door.

I felt really sorry for my Dad, he was so embarrassed. But I pretended not to notice anything. “G’night Dad,” I said. “I’m exhausted. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I went up to my room. They’d made the bed again but the whole room smelt of funk. I stripped off, and crawled into the still warm bed, careful to avoid the sticky patches. I put the tape in my walkman and put on the headphones and started stroking my breasts while I listened to what Sophie had recorded. At the thought of what I’d been doing with my old man, I came again. God, I had to find a way to do it again!

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JIM

My God, I can’t believe what these young girls get up to these days! I’m still reeling from what they did last night. Sophie came around while everyone else was out for the evening. We started making out as usual. Last night we went up to Lucy’s room again and after we’d been in bed awhile Sophie turned out the light, saying she felt more intense in the dark. Shortly afterward she got up to go to the loo. She came back and I lifted the quilt so she could lie on top of me. Immediately I started to feel that something was different. Firstly her smell. Then as we touched I could feel her body was different. Her breasts felt firmer, less soft, smaller. Her skin was smoother, less hair. Her hips were narrower and the hair on her pubes much softer and sparser.

This did not feel like Sophie. My first instinct was to turn on the light but I restrained myself. Whatever was about to happen I wanted to experience it to the full. Obviously Sophie had brought back one of her friends with her. Sophie had told me that she and a friend – she didn’t say who but I immediately suspected Lucy – once tricked their boyfriends by swapping partners midway and the boys never realised. And the father of one of their friends encourages sleepovers where he introduces young girls to the pleasures of sex, often several at a time. Perhaps that was about to happen to me. Whatever it was I didn’t let on and I kept calling this girl Sophie. She had a very sensual body and she knew how to use it.

She lifted herself slightly so that her breasts hung down and the nipples trailed across my chest. I could feel her long hair drift across my stomach as she moved down my body, her hands on my cock and then on my balls. Pretty soon her hair hung around my crotch like a veil, and suddenly I could feel her lips and tongue at its very tip. With the utmost gentleness she took the rounded tip into her velvety mouth. Her lips moved fleetingly over the end, while her tongue karkamış escort alternately licked the underside and made little pirouettes around the tip. Little by little she took it further into her mouth and out again. I could feel myself starting to lose control, in fact I passed control over to her. Several times I felt my orgasm building, but she wasn’t ready for that yet and she backed off a bit. This girl was good!

I wanted to spread her legs and grt my cock inside her but it wasn’t time yet. Gradually I turned myself around until she was squatting above my face. My nose touched her mound and as I caught the delicious aroma of musk and sweat I could have fainted with pleasure. As I reached out my tongue to gently stroke her labia, I felt her give a little shudder. My tongue reached inside her vagina, my lips circled around her lips and caressed her tiny clitoris.

Meanwhile my hands cupped her arse, stroking it in rhythm with my tongue and lips. She started breathing more deeply and moving her hips around. I moistened a finger in her vagina and pressed gently at the opening of her arsehole. She breathed faster and deeper and seemed to suck my finger inside her. All this time she was sucking my cock but the more excited she got the less concentration she paid me. Nevertheless I was ready to burst and so was she!

All of a sudden she started moaning and sat harder on my mouth, tightening her legs around my head as she came with a shudder and an outpouring of breath. My cock started spasming and emptied itself into her mouth as she sucked and licked and swallowed. Just as I thought she was going to smother me she relaxed her grip and went back to the gentle undulations of before. After an hour, or so it seemed, of this ecstasy I felt the trail of her nipples up my body again and tasted her mouth, the scents of my body mingling with hers.

I wondered who this delightful girl was, feeling sure it was someone I knew. That was hardly surprising as Lucy had many friends who often came round to our house. She climbed back on top of me, her breasts hanging down over my lips. When I gently put my cock at the entrance to her vagina, she slowly undulated her muscles to gradually coax me inside. It must have taken five minutes for the head of my cock to move inside her, and every moment filled me and (I could tell) her with exquisite pleasure. Her cunt was small and snug, but it was well lubricated and my thick cock gradually felt its way in.

Suddenly her body gave a great shudder and she moaned as she came again. My cock kept moving into her as slowly as imaginable. We just lay there but imperceptibly I was getting further and further in as her muscles undulated and caressed my cock which was ready to explode again. Her cries and moans were starting to sound familiar and the shocking thought occurred to me. Her body, those breasts, the bathroom, could it be …?

The unimaginable thought stunned me momentarily. But I couldn’t deny it added extra dimensions to the pleasure. She rolled over and took me with her. As my cock moved further and further in she came twice more and I became more certain that I wasn’t imagining this. I began to marvel at her boldness and as I reached my full depth we started to come together. It was all I could do to keep calling her Sophie. While we rested, my cock still fully hard inside her, she rolled back on top of me. The darkness was becoming a little less dense and I could just see her profile kilis escort against the curtain. Those delicate breasts I’d lusted after in the bathroom hung down, the nipples grazing my face, pointed in the dim light. As my tongue traced a pattern around those young breasts, feeling the few hairs and sucking the nipples to long points, she started riding me as if her life depended on it.

I went deeper and deeper, she opened up but gripped me firmly as ever, her vaginal muscles stroking my cock until I could hardly bear it. But it lasted and lasted until eventually, as I felt I must be splitting her apart, I felt her breath in that familiar sob and her whole body shook as she came and I did too, for what seemed like minutes.

We both collapsed, her on top of me and as I felt her weight all over me, I wondered could this really be her, could this be the same girl who years before had slept on top of me exhausted after along day at a picnic or at creche? I felt some of the same things, protectiveness and tenderness, love, tinged with remorse certainly, but with exhilaration that this girl was really now a woman, that our relationship which had slowly been changing over the years now also existed on a different plane. I still could not be totally sure that it was she, but in my mind there was no doubt. Nevertheless I could not even hint at my knowledge or the spell would have been broken. I knew she could never come to me like this if she thought I knew who she was, and now that she had come to me I had to keep that confidence. I also felt the desire to experience the full range of emotions and pleasures with her and find how far she would go and how far I could take her.

I was almost exhausted with pleasure and I felt she was too, but the thrill of the “anonymous” encounter revived me and I determined to keep pleasuring her. We talked now, I still called her Sophie but she no longer made any attempt to disguise her voice. Her innocence in believing I would not recognise her astounded and seduced me. I slid out from under her, licking her nipples her breasts, belly, labia, and putting my tongue and finger into her narrow vagina which was flowing with juices, hers and mine. Then I turned her over on her stomach and slowly put one slippery finger into her small arsehole as I slid my still hard cock against her labia. I slipped inside easily now and she started moving slowly again up and down, in and out. My cock slipped out and I rested it gently against the tight brown ring of her arse. As my finger slipped out the tip of my cock slightly stretched that opening.

She realised what was about to happen and I could feel her hesitating, perhaps with apprehension at the size of my cock, but also at the intimacy of the act. My cock and her opening were well lubricated and as she relaxed the tip started to find its way in. I decided to let her do all the moving and held myself still. She pulled back slightly allowing me to slip out a bit, but soon started relaxing again onto my hard cock. As she relaxed she moved down and I felt myself sliding in, little by little. The enormity of what we were doing stunned me, and I think she was similarly affected. Several times I felt her tense as if she was about to flee, but after a moment her relaxation deepened, sighing with ecstasy as she took me further and further inside her. At last those sighs joined together into one long orgasm slow and almost dreamy, unlike the others. My orgasm came at the end, slowly and sensuously and with wonder at the exquisite gift we had given each other. We lay for ages like that until she had to make another trip to the loo. Minutes late Sophie bounced in and it started all over again. I was barely able to move, but with the thrill of the three way secret we managed one more orgasm, while I pretended she had been here all the time.

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(All characters depicted in any form of sexual activity are 18 years of age or older)

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Getting Our Kicks On 66

Day 6

After my shower I meet everyone downstairs for a quick breakfast before we all get our stuff ready to check out. All through out breakfast I notice Daddy giving me looks; I’m not really sure what was going through his mind. Sometimes he looked like he might just jump me right there at the table in front of everyone while other times he looked like he was angry, though I’m not sure if it was at me or himself, over what we did up in my room. All I know for sure is every time he looked my way I did my best to give him a sweet but sexy smile without Mom or the boys noticing.

After checking out we make a few last stops to some of the sights Mom wanted to see that we hadn’t been able to before. It is a little after noon when we all pile back in the van and the conversation of where are we going to next starts. We all throw out a few ideas but we don’t all agree on any of them. We argue back and forth for nearly an hour before Daddy makes a decision for all of us, “We are about to leave Chicago so instead of bickering back and forth all day about where to go next I say we drive Old Route 66 from here to L.A. or at least the equivalent of what there is of it nowadays; and that way we can make plenty of stops along the way. How does that sound?”

No one could think of a reason to argue against that idea, or at least weren’t brave enough to. So it was decided and after nearly an hour of negotiating the city traffic we were heading west.

***

We make a few short stops along the way, but nothing really of note. Most of the day consisted of us sitting in the car watching Illinois pass us by, though I had other things on my mind besides the countryside.

Over and over again I played a looping vision of all the crazy things I had gotten myself into since our first day of the trip. Just a little over a week ago I hadn’t done much of anything sexual in any way and now I had jerked or sucked off several different men including my own dad and brother, not to mention putting on a strip tease for my brother or the fact I watched(ish) my parents having sex just a few feet from me. But the craziest part of all that is the fact I loved every second of it and would do it all again and even more besides.

While having these thoughts I came to a decision; I was going to lose my virginity the first possible chance I got and the man I was going to give it to was my own older brother, and it might very well be tonight.

***

Unfortunately luck was not with me tonight.

At around seven o’clock we enter the outer St. Louis area and Mom decides it was time to stop for the night. Daddy finds a hotel near the highway and Mom runs to the front desk to get us rooms.

Around 15 minutes later Mom returns with the room keys, “Do you all want the good news first or the bad news?”

“Couldn’t just once there be no bad news,” Daddy jokes.

“When has that ever been the case?” Mom smiles, “Well since no one answered me I guess I’ll give you the good news first, they did have rooms. The bad news they only had two rooms left and only one has two beds so we will have to figure out the sleeping arrangements.”

I really wanted to say Danny and I would take the room with the single bed but how the hell would I explain why I would choose those sleeping arrangements. I could just imagine the conversation; Dad asking, ‘Why do you want to share the single with your brother?’ And me answering ‘Oh no reason I just thought he could take my virginity tonight that’s why.’ Yeah that would go over great. So I just sat there and let everyone else figure it out.

Neither of the boys wanted to sleep in the same bed together so it took forever for them to reach a decision. For the second time today Daddy had to put an end to the argument and finally said, “Alright I’ve been driving all day and want to relax so your mother and I are taking the one bed room. You three can figure out how you’re sleeping on your own.”

Well that settled things at least for the moment and we grab our bags and make our way to our rooms. Of course as soon as me and the boys close the door to our room they start up again. I’m not sure how long they go at it before Jack finally says, “We’re not done here but I need to use the bathroom so hold on a minute.”

As soon as he closes the bathroom door I whisper yell at Danny, “Why the hell are you fighting him on this? Let him have the bed to himself and you get to sleep with me stupid.”

“Fuck I didn’t even think of that. But it’s not like we can do anything he’ll be right there.”

I really wanted to just jump him right there and tell him ‘I don’t care who was where now just fuck me,’ but instead I simply smiled and said, “Even if nothing happens between us who would you rather share a bed with this…” as I press my body into his “…or your brother?”

“Definitely kahramanmaraş escort you without a doubt.”

“Good now stop fighting and shut up,” I growl then smile and plop down on one of the beds.

A minute or so later Jack comes out of the bathroom and begins to fight again but Danny stops him saying, “Look you can have the bed to yourself I’m tired of arguing so you take that one and I’ll share with Abby.”

Jack looks over at me, “Abby are you alright with that?”

“If it will get you two to shut up I’ll just have to live with it,” though in my mind I’m thinking ‘Sharing a bed with Danny I want nothing more I just wish you were in another room so we could do it right.’

“Well if Abby can live with it so can I,” Jack laughs as he throws himself back on his bed.

***

About half an hour after getting to our room Mom texted saying she and Daddy were ordering take out Chinese food and wanted to know if we wanted them to get us some too or if we were going to get something else. I really didn’t care so I let the boys decide and they chose to order pizza instead.

For the rest of the night we all just laid back and relaxed while eating pizza and watching TV.

***

I’m not sure what time I dozed off but clearly at some point I did because one minute the lights were on and everyone was awake and the next only the TV was on and both my brothers were gently snoring. I quietly make my way to the bathroom and relieve the pressure on my bladder before crawling back into bed with Danny. I’m not happy my plans to give myself to Danny were ruined but that didn’t mean we still couldn’t have some fun.

I double check Jack is really asleep then smile to myself as I pull off clothes and slide my way under the covers until I am level with my favorite new toy, Danny’s big beautiful cock. Very gently and slowly I slide his boxers down his legs until I can pull them off him then I begin the real fun.

I close myself off to the world until it is just me and his cock as I softly stroke him to full hardness. I’m still not sure which I love more when I pull his cock out and it’s at full mast or when he is soft and it is up to me to get him hard. Once my small hands are full of his throbbing hard nine inches I give the head a little kiss before sucking the head into my mouth.

For the next several minutes I did nothing but slurp on his head as I slowly worked my hands up and down his shaft. I guess what I was doing was good because it wasn’t long before he woke up moaning, “Shit Abby that feels good but what if Jack wakes up?”

Without taking my mouth off his cock I simply said, “Ith donk car (I don’t care),” before sliding more than half his cock past my slurping lips.

“God Abby I love you,” Danny groaned as I continued bobbing my head in his lap.

For ten or more minutes I slurp and suck on his hard cock but for some reason, I don’t know if it’s the angle we are at or what, I can’t seem to get more than a about two thirds of his cock in my mouth and throat. So finally, still without releasing his cock from my mouth, I reach up from under the covers and grab his hands and place them on the top of my head over the blanket.

“Abby are you sure?”

I nod and say around his cock, “Yesh forsh ib all im (Yes force it all in).”

“Fuck you are such a little freak and I love it,” he moaned as he started putting pressure on my head slowly forcing every last inch down my tight little throat.

As the last bit of cock slid past my lips and his bvalls pressed into my chin I felt myself start to cum. It was by no means a huge orgasm but still I was cumming without so much as touching myself. I was on cloud nine enjoying this amazing feeling of pleasing both myself and my big brother when everything came crashing down when I heard Jack in a sleepy voice say, “Danny are you okay and where’s Abby.”

“Abby’s in the bathroom taking a bath to relax after the long day in the car and I was trying to work one out so I don’t wake up in the morning with a hard on pressed against my little sister’s ass.”

“God I didn’t need to know that! Fuck can you at least wait until I go back to sleep?”

“If you shut up and hurry the fuck up or else no.”

During their conversation Danny is still holding my head pressed to his groin with my throat skewered on his flesh stick, so the whole time I am trying to quietly get what little air I can into my lungs so I don’t pass out. As I lay there slowly suffocating on my brother’s cock I had yet another orgasm without touching myself.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that but just as I’m loosing consciousness Danny reaches under the covers and pulls my head off his still rock harm manhood, “Fuck Abby are you alright? I thought he would never fall back asleep and I was too scared to let you up thinking he would know what was going on.”

I gasp and pant for a few moments as my lungs and body get the oxygen they so badly kapalı gaziantep escort need, but finally I can talk again and just look up at him and say, “God I love when you suffocate me like that!”

“See a total freak,” he laughs.

As an answer I rush up his body and smother him in a deep kiss. For a brief moment I think about just impaling my virgin pussy on his cock right then and there but stop myself. I want our first time to be better than a quick fuck hoping not to get caught by our brother.

When we finally break our kiss I dive back under the covers and go back to worshipping Danny’s love rod. At first Danny let me have complete control but after a few minutes he placed his hands back on my head without my lead. At first he only applies mild pressure on my down strokes, but over time he gets rougher and rougher until he has total control as he uses my tiny mouth to get himself off.

Every time he pushes my head downward he thrusts his hips upward truly face fucking me. As he continues fucking my little throat I surrendered to him completely and for the first time tonight I let my hands drift down to my hard nipples and dripping pussy. I have no idea how Jack doesn’t wake up as for at least thirty minutes our room is filled with the sounds of moaning, groaning, and the ‘gluk gluk’ sounds as Danny’s cock makes its way in and out of my hungry mouth.

I quickly lose count of my orgasms as I rub my throbbing little clit after the first few as it becomes just one big orgasm with rises and falls. As amazing as all this is all good things must come to an end; and far too soon for my liking I start noticing the tell tale signs of Danny’s nearing orgasm.

Finally Danny tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my head as far onto his cock as possible while trying to thrust still more up into my mouth and lets out a loud bellow as he blasts his load straight into my belly. I nearly pass out as my orgasm rises to its highest high of the night as I feel his cum shooting through his shaft and down my throat.

I have no idea how long our joint orgasm lasts, it may be mere moments or an hour. All I know is I do wish it had lasted forever. When it did finally end we both collapsed onto the bed as his now softening cock slides out of my throat but before it slips from my mouth I hold it in my mouth as I gently suckle this heavenly treat.

After a moment of this Danny has to pull me away, “Shit Abby I can’t take it anymore.”

“Aaaaww,” I pout up at him, “please can I have more?’

“Always just not now,” he pants.

I give his now soft cock a gentle kiss before moving up his body and cuddle up against him and drift into a deep sleep.

Day 7

I wake up still snuggled tightly against Danny’s body as I remember the night before and start to drift back to sleep, but I quickly dart awake as I realize we are both still completely nude and Jack could wake up any moment.

I start roughly shaking Danny, “Danny wake up! O please wake up!”

“Abby what’s wrong?” he eventually asks as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.

“Danny we need get dressed before Jack sees us.”

Still half asleep, “What are you talking about?”

“Last night remember we’re both still naked?”

With that he jolts up and starts looking for his boxers under the blankets as I pull on my clothes that I left on the floor next to the bed.

Eventually we both have ourselves composed and nervously look toward Jack and both let out a nervous giggle as we see him still snoring deeply, “Abby that was way too close.”

I start to agree but then notice the clear tent his morning wood is causing, “I know but… I can’t resist this cock,” I say as I lean over and taking his hard cloth covered cock into my mouth.

“Fuck Abby you can’t be serious?”

“Oh I’m dead serious,” I grin up at him as I pull his cock out of his boxers and into my mouth.

“Abby this is a bad idea,” he complains but makes no move to stop me.

Danny supports himself on his elbows as he leans back onto the covers watching Jack as I gobble up his cock in plain view if Jack were to wake up. Unlike last night where I was trying to prolong and enjoy our time now I was quickly bobbing my head on the first few inches of his cock as my hand raced up and down the rest.

After ten minutes or so he suddenly sits up and pushes my mouth deeply on his cock as he blows his load before collapsing back onto the bed, “Fuck Abby you are crazy but god I love it.”

I give his cock a last few sucks cleaning up every drop of his cum before moving back to snuggle back into his side, “I love you too bog brother.”

***

Some time later I wake up to Jack shaking me and Danny, “Come on you two you need to wake up.”

We both just groan as he goes to the bathroom and we soon hear the shower running. I sit up and start to tickle Danny, “Come on stud we do need to get up.”

“Fine but I’d rather stay here kaliteli gaziantep escort in bed with you.”

“Mmmmm me too Danny me too.”

***

After checking out of the hotel we make our way to downtown St. Louis and spend a few hours taking in the sights; the most notable of them of course is the Gateway Arch. It may sound dumb but until we got there I never realized you could actually go up in the Arch. The view, while no way as amazing as the view from the tower in Chicago, was beautiful and looking out over the Mississippi River was really cool.

Of course like any other attraction of this kind in order to get through everything you have to be herded like cattle around the place. I do manage to have a little fun while we are being herded around though; several times when none of the rest of the family is watching I get a hand full of Danny’s or Daddy’s crotch and once just to see her reaction I grabbed Mom’s ass.

I have to keep from laughing when she leans over and whispers in my ear, “Abby don’t start something you can’t finish,” before licking my ear and kissing me on the cheek.

After the Arch we get back on the road. While driving we see dozens of billboards for different caverns in Missouri and every time Mom makes some comment about how cool it would be to go to one of them. Finally without discussion Daddy decided that we were going to stop and take one of the cavern tours. To be honest I’m not sure if it was to do something Mom clearly wanted to do or just a way to stop her from making all the comments. Whichever the case everyone was glad Daddy decided to make the stop because we all enjoyed seeing the beauty of the caverns, which is way beyond reasonable description.

After the tour we have a late lunch at the restaurant there at the caverns before getting back on the road. With he exception of a gas stop and a few bathroom stops we drove the rest of the day until we reached Joplin, where Daddy decides to call it a night and stops at the first hotel exit. Mom runs in and gets us rooms. She gets back to the car she tells us they only had two rooms but they both at least had two beds. Of course the sleeping arrangements were like the first few nights, the boys in one room while I share with Mom and Daddy; so any idea of taking things further with Danny are put on hold again.

Day 8

I wake up to mom standing over me butt naked and clear red hand marks across her ass, so clearly I had slept through their fun this time, “Abby sweetie time to wake up.”

“Mom why are you naked?”

“Your Dad and I just… well you know and I didn’t feel like getting dressed yet, besides its not like you haven’t already seen all I have to show.”

“Sure but it’s still a little strange to wake up to your mom’s naked body,” I laugh as I sit up.

“Maybe it’s a little strange but I don’t hear you complaining,” she laughs before pulling me out of bed and onto my feet in front of her. Before I can ask what she’s doing she pulls my shirt over my head and panties off leaving me just as nude as her.

“Mom what are you doing? Where’s Daddy what if he walks in on this?”

“After our morning fun he took a quick shower and went to get your brothers up and ready. Now do you want to ask questions…,” she asks as she starts toward the bathroom, “…or do you want to join me in the shower?”

I was a little surprised, I mean we both had some fun the other day together and there has been some simple touching and teasing but so far Mom and I hadn’t done anything with each other. Though as I followed Mom’s swaying ass into the small hotel bathroom I knew that was about to change.

At first I just stood off to the side and watched as Mom turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. When she had it to her liking she climbed in and started rinsing herself off. Until this moment I had never really looked at a woman in a sexual way before, I mean I knew if a woman was hot or not when I looked at them but I never felt anything for her. That all changed as I watch water cascade down Mom’s sexy curves.

I snap out of the trance Mom’s slippery, wet body has over me when she asks, “Abby are you just going to stand there staring all day or are you going to join me?”

‘Join you definitely join you,” I quickly say as I jump under the water next to her.

For the next few moments we stand side by side our arms and legs brushing together as we rinse off. I nearly fall over when I jump thanks to Mom’s hands suddenly working over my back without warning.

“Careful Abby, if you fall and hurt yourself how will we ever explain this to your Dad and the boys,” Mom giggles as she moves behind me and continues sliding her hands over me.

“Sorry you startled me,” I giggle back as I relax under Mom’s touch. After a minute or so Mom grabs the soap and begins washing my back. It’s kind of strange having Mom wash me like this, of course this isn’t the first time Mom washed me like this but it’s the first time since I was old enough to do it myself. Plus there was a clear difference between then and now which was clearly made when Mom’s hands moved around my body and started sliding over my breasts.

I couldn’t help let out a moan as Mom’s fingers slowly circled my now diamond hard nipples, “Does Mommy’s little girl like how Mommy washes her?”

“Oh god yes Mom it feels so good,” I half said half moaned.

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*

I slept so soundly on Wednesday night. The sun was just peeking through the blinds as I awoke on Thursday morning. Somehow, I was sleeping with Rhonda. I was a little startled at first, but then I remembered how it had happened.

After we had said our good byes to Patty and Ally in front of the hotel, we had cruised through the lounge in the lobby. Dawn and Trish wanted to sit down and have a nightcap and flirt a bit. Trish had caught the eye of a couple who she had seen at the pool that morning and told me she was curious about them. Rhonda and I kissed them goodnight and headed back to the suite.

Back in our room Rhonda and I discussed the possibilities for the next day. She was thinking about spending a few hours at the spa for a facial and a massage. I told her that I could use a massage too and that maybe we should all plan to make appointments in the morning before we checked out and headed home to Sedona. We agreed that it was a good idea. But then I also reminded her that I could give her a good massage right there in our room.

“Why Rob’ she said, ‘that sounds like a wonderful idea! And I bet that you can help relax some of those deep places that most masseuses never touch!’

She leaned into my arms and kissed me. I hugged her closely and we relished the quiet moment alone together. I let my hands drift down to the small of her back and then lower to the cheeks of her ass. I felt her thrust her hips forward and press her pubic bone against my crotch. With my hands holding her butt, I pulled her tightly to me and held her there. We kissed again, passionately.

As our lips parted Rhonda looked into my eyes and said ‘I have a better idea. Let’s get our massages tomorrow and just make love tonight. I’m in the mood for some hot and dirty fucking. And Dawn told me that she really wanted to have some time together with Trish. They won’t be back here for a while and when they do get back, they’ll probably want to go to bed together anyhow.’

I was pleasantly surprised to hear about Dawn wanting Trish like that. The thought excited me. And the prospect of being alone with Rhonda in such a horny state was too good to pass up. I answered her by pressing my mouth against hers and pulling her dress up over her ass and grabbing her bare skin.

Rhonda’s hands were stroking my chest and then her fingers were unbuttoning my shirt. I lifted her off the floor and carried her into the bedroom. I carefully laid her down on the bed and stripped off my shirt as I slithered down her body. The hem of her dress was above her waist and I admired her smooth shaven pussy.

Rhonda spread her legs apart and invited me in. I held her knee and kissed the inside of her thigh as I worked my way upward. When I reached her vaginal region I lightly licked my way around it. Rhonda was rolling her hips and pushing herself towards my roving tongue.

‘Oh Rob! Quit teasing me!’ She reached down and used her fingers to spread her labia open and exposed her clit. ‘Eat my pussy. Suck on my clit. Now!’

I did as she wished. I dove in and alternately nibbled on her clitoris and pushed my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. I pushed so hard it hurt. But I was determined gaziantep yabancı escort to bring her off. I replaced my tongue with my fingers and used my oral techniques exclusively on her hardening love button. She loved it. My head was bobbing and my neck was jerking just trying to keep my mouth on her pubis. And I had two fingers flipping wildly around in her cunt. Her juices were flowing into the palm of my hand. I was still wearing my pants and it was a good thing, because if I had been naked I probably would have cum on the bed. Instead I was able to focus entirely on making Rhonda cum all over my face and hand. And it worked. She was cumming like a mad woman. And I was thoroughly enjoying it. And best of all when she finished cumming, I was ready and able to help her do it again. And that’s exactly what she wanted!

As she was lying on the bed heaving and sweating I stood up and undid my pants. When I let them drop to the floor and Rhonda saw my stiff dick standing proudly out in front, she opened her legs wide and held her arms open with her hands out to me, begging me to drive it home. In one swift move I was on her, and in her. Her pussy was hot and slick and my penis slid in so smoothly. I withdrew it halfway and then slammed it all the way in again.

‘Oh Rob! Yes! Fuck me hard. Don’t stop. Fuck me till I’m raw!’

Her dirty talk got me going like mad. I felt so powerful and able.

‘Yeah Rhonda. Take it deep inside! Your cunt is so hot!’

We were pounding our pubic bones so hard that I really thought we might break something. In reality we both wound up bruised and sore from the workout. But we drove on. I had already cum about six or seven times that day so I had plenty of lasting power. Rhonda was digging her fingers into my body. I responded by pinching and pulling and twisting her nipples. The pain felt so good!

We rolled over and I let her get on top. She bounced and rode me like a rodeo bull. We must have been fucking for almost a half-hour before I finally lost control and began to spew cum deep inside her. And as if on queue, Rhonda came again too! We came together for over a minute and then she collapsed on top of me. We lay there together for the next few minutes, hugging, kissing and breathing heavily.

‘God! You’re a wild woman.’

‘I know. And I crave wild men. You can fuck me again anytime you want. And don’t worry, I’ll be ready.’

‘I’m thirsty.’ I said. ‘I’ve got to get something to drink. You want something?’

‘Yeah, that sounds good. Something bubbly.’

Rhonda rolled off of me and there was a slurping sound as she released my dick from her warm wet pussy. I got out of bed and walked to the bar. Inside the refrigerator I found a bottle of champagne from breakfast. I poured a glass for Rhonda and opened a bottle of water for myself. I drank the whole bottle and opened a second one to take back to the bedroom. I handed Rhonda the glass and she drank it down without stopping. So I returned to the bar and brought back the bottle. I refilled her glass and she drank half of it.

I looked around at all of our clothes. I picked them up and hung them away in an effort to straighten the room. Rhonda gaziantep genç escort was smiling and watching me and rubbing her pussy as I moved around the room.

‘Come back here Rob. I want to suck your cock.’

What could I do? I laid down beside her and watched as she took me in her mouth and brought me back to life. As my cock got hard in her mouth, she straddled my head and sat on my face. I started to lick her cunt which was dripping with my cum. In between licks Rhonda told me to lick her asshole. I was glad to oblige. She was sweaty and musky but her aromas only served to get me more excited.

When she had me sufficiently solid, she scooted down and squatted over my dick, placing it at her wet anal opening. I held my dick and guided it into her butt. Slowly I eased my way in and Rhonda sat down onto my pelvis. She stretched her legs out and laid back on my chest.

‘Wow Rob, that feels so good inside me. Can you cum again?’

‘I don’t know. But you’re right, your ass feels great!’

She was moving her hips and my cock was moving but it remained deep inside her butt.

‘Rob can you believe that this is the first time I’ve ever really had a man’s penis in my ass? I’ve always wondered how it would feel. And I like it.’

‘You know Rhonda, I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of ass fucking, but I haven’t done it much either. However, I must admit that I did it with Lucinda this morning, and it’s pretty cool to think that I started the day by doing it and now I’m going to finish the day the same way!’

We both laughed.

‘That is if you can still find the strength to cum!’ she challenged me.

I put my hands on her nipples and pinched them and held her as I started to thrust my hips upward and drive myself deeper into her ass.

‘Oh yeah Rob. Do it!’

Together we resumed a pace that got us both worked up. Rhonda diddled her clit and within a couple of minutes we were both on the verge of cumming. And that’s what happened. As Rhonda cried with joy and masturbated herself to completion, I shot my final load of cum up into her bowels. We both moaned and sighed as we drained ourselves for the last time that night.

I finished my water and Rhonda drained the champagne glass and we kissed and hugged as we fell asleep beneath the sheet. We never heard Trish and Dawn when they came in. So waking up with a different partner brought back a sweet dream of the night before.

Trish and Dawn were sleeping spoon style in the next bed. Trish had her arm around Dawn and they both had a look of peacefulness on their faces. Rhonda opened her eyes and smiled at me. We kissed and I held her as we both watched Dawn and Trish.

Trish was the first to wake. She opened her eyes and saw us. Slowly a wide smile spread across her face. Softly she spoke. ‘This room smelled like sex last night when we got back…’

Rhonda and I smiled sheepishly.

‘It was rather inspiring.’ Trish went on. ‘Too bad you two were so worn out. We were making a lot of noise in this bed. Didn’t you hear us at all?’

Rhonda and I exchanged glances.

‘Nope. I guess we were just tired from a long day.’ I grinned.

Dawn stirred gaziantep gerçek resimli escort and her eyes opened. She caught the gist of our conversation and said to Trish, ‘Oh my! The dead have awakened! I can’t believe we didn’t wake them last night!’

‘Oh well,’ Trish replied, ‘their loss. What do you think we should do today? We’re supposed to be back in Sedona tonight.’

‘Rob and I were talking about getting massages at the spa today and laying by the pool.’ Said Rhonda. ‘Do you guys want to join us?’

‘That does sound like a good idea.’ Dawn answered. ‘Do you think they’ll have times available?’

Trish reached for the phone. Within a couple f minutes she had booked appointments for us all. We decided to have breakfast at the poolside café before our massages.

By now we had our morning madness down to a science. We took turns at the sink for tooth brushing and washing up. The girls selected their sexiest bikinis and we headed down to the pool. While sipping coffee, and nibbling on fruit and pastries, we talked and laughed about how much we had enjoyed the past week. From the moment we had decided to go to the club together with their husbands and the girls, through the weekend at the resort, and then our three days here in Paradise Valley. It had all been fantastic. We all agreed that we missed the kids and Dawn and Rhonda would be glad to see their husbands again. They realized that the nudist experience had surely changed their family relationships and that things would probably be different at home from now on.

Trish volunteered that she would be available for questions or counseling if any challenges came up. But she also assured Dawn and Rhonda that Tracy and Teri are so comfortable and well rounded because of the way that she has raised them. We all agreed that was true and expressed our hope that Amy and Tammi would adjust as well. And of course there was concern about Joe and Tom. But Rhonda told us she was OK with how Joe had been over the past few weeks since we had all become friends. Dawn hoped that things would go as well with Tom. We all pledged our support.

When we finished our breakfast we got up and went to the spa. We split up and went off to enjoy our massages. I was pleased with the therapist who had been assigned to me. She gave me a massage that was much like the kind of work that I like to do. Totally relaxing, Swedish style, not too rough, and sensual without being sexual.

We gathered at the pool again when we were finished. It was time for one last swim and exhibition at the poolside. I was so proud to be with three sexy women. It’s hard to describe exactly what it does to one’s ego, but I recommend everyone try it at least once if you can.

The drive home was just as stimulating. It was a beautiful sunny day, so I put the top down on the Jag and the girls all wore their bikinis. The truckers and folks in their vans and SUVs got plenty of peeks as we sailed by them at eighty miles per hour.

We arrived back in Sedona and dropped Rhonda and Dawn at their houses. The girls hadn’t come home from school yet and their husbands were still at work, so they both had some time to themselves at home before their lives returned to normal.

Trish and I arrived home to a similar peace and quiet. We put our things away and made love in the bedroom before settling outside by the pool to wait for Tracy and Teri to return.

Of course they did and our lives go on. We’re so glad to have been able to share our lifestyle and make new friends. We now have a wedding to plan and I’ll continue to share the exciting moments of our lives in future writings.

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My daughter Sarah was coming home from college, having just graduated at the top of her class with a degree in microbiology. A few months ago, my wife Jill and I had convinced her to go on one more family vacation with us, before heading back to begin her Masters program. Going all in, we planned a few days in Athens, Greece, followed by a 2-week cruise of the Mediterranean. The plan was to pick her up at the airport and head right out on our vacation. Unfortunately, as with the best laid plans…

Out of the blue, and with only a few days left before we were set to leave, Jill told me that she needed to make some last minute changes to our plans.

“Sorry, Dave. I need to fly down to Miami with my VP of Marketing to have a sit-down with the CEO of a company we’re purchasing, so I won’t be here on Wednesday to leave with you and Sarah. I’ll be back on Friday morning, so I’ll just catch a later flight myself and meet you there Saturday evening. I know you want us all together, but this’ll give you a few days with Sarah to catch up! You two got pretty distant when she became a teenager, and it hasn’t really improved since. This could be a great opportunity to reconnect, find some common interest to share, spend some quality time together. I hope you understand!”

“Of course I understand. I knew when I decided to marry a powerful, corporate executive that there would be sacrifices!”

Jill had her usual dead-pan expression in response to my unique sense of humor. “Hmm, when YOU decided, huh? Seems to me that I was the one who DECIDED that you’d make great arm candy for me.”

“That’s what I meant, of course,” I replied, smirking. I loved my role as the “kept man”, holding down the fort at home while my wife was off conquering the corporate world. Of course, as a “kept man” I felt it my duty to be respectable “am candy” for my CEO wife, so I spent A LOT of time at the gym, keeping my 5′ 10″ frame lean and tight. My wife rolled her eyes, pretending that my humor was lost on her; but the truth is that she is one of the few people who actually gets me.

“And I’m not nervous at all at the thought of spending two days alone with my teenage daughter, so don’t you worry about me! Does she still like ‘Chuck-E-Cheese’?”

“She’s almost 20, Pops! Just pretend you’re with me and I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

Sarah finished her Bachelor’s program in just 2 years, having taken all of her general college classes while still in high school. My girl was one smart cookie?

It’s Tuesday morning and Jill just left for the airport. I have just over 24 hours before picking up Sarah at the airport, and beginning what is shaping up to be a very long four+ days. It’s important to me to take full advantage of an entire day all by myself, so I sleep in, hang out in my boxers while watching daytime television, surf some porn on the internet(jerk off a couple of times), order some pizza, and then finish off a six-pack before finally passing out on the couch. To put it simply, it’s been the perfect day.

Even though I enjoy projecting the image of being an irresponsible slacker, I run my life quite the opposite, and Wednesday morning I’m packed and ready to go when I arrive right on schedule to pick up Sarah outside of baggage claim. I’m still enjoying the last moments of temporary bachelorhood as I pull up to the curb; so I spend some time checking out this unbelievable brunette who’s standing all by herself, while I wait for my daughter to find me. Her brown hair is cut and short and styled, a pixi cut I think they call it; and her tight black slacks fit perfectly as they cling to the curves of her firm, round ass. Luckily, she makes a turn in my direction, and my eyes are instantly drawn to her alabaster skin and full chest, which is working hard to pop the buttons off of her tight, white top. She’s got the complexion and build of my wife, whom, at that moment, I am wishing I’d taken for just one more ride on my cock before seeing her off on her flight yesterday. My ogling comes to an abrupt end, however, when I hear a familiar voice coming from a most surprising place.

“Hi, Daddy!”

When my study in perfection starts walking towards me and calling me “Daddy”, I have to suddenly reset my brain before I can appropriately greet my daughter.

“Oh, hey, well… Hi, Sarah! Wow! Boy, do you look great! If you’ve been focusing as much attention on your studies as you have on your appearance, you must be top of your class!”

“Thanks, I think. It’s nice to see you too… Are we stopping at home first, or are am I getting right back on a plane? I kind of wanted to change before we head out.”

“Well, I was planning on just driving another 100 yards and letting you back out at departures; but I suppose we can make a quick stop if we must…”

“Cute, Daddy,” she deadpans.

“Hey, you started it, Miss ‘am I getting right back on a plane’ …Smart-ass!” I look over and give Sara a grin.

“I’ll give you that one. So how long is it until Mom joins us?”

“84 long hours, Sweetheart. Think you can gaziantep grup escort handle it?”

“Sure. A chunk of that’ll be in the air, and Athens should be cool. We can check it out before she gets there and show her the more interesting but less touristy parts.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I eventually pull into the driveway, but keep the car running. “Now hurry up and change so we can get out of here!”

“Yes sir!” And just like that Sarah is running to the house with her bag in hand, undoubtedly prepared to take her time while she changes into something a little more… well, I’m not really sure what.

The sound of the opening car door wakes me from an unscheduled nap; and Sarah throws her bag onto the back seat, before once again taking her place as my passenger. Her feet are bare, as are her legs, and her smooth skin is glowing with a healthy tan. Her shorts are as form fitting as her slacks, except that they ride a lot lower around her waist. Her school letters are silk screened on the front of her half-shirt; but they’re distorted from being stretched too tightly across her firm, full, bra-free chest. Her tan midriff and bottom of her boobs are visible below the ridiculously short hemline of her top; and her toned abs don’t allow even the slightest roll over the top of her low-riding waistband. Yikes, am I going to have my hands full with this one! I’ll be beating the guys back left and right.

Back at the airport and finally seated in 1st class, we share in comfortable conversation as we start our journey. Sarah eventually falls asleep and leaves me to quietly enjoy the in-flight movie over my headphones. She’s still passed out when we arrive in Athens; so I grab and then shake her leg to wake up. Her firm thigh muscles tell me that I must be paying for a gym membership; and I’m glad to know that at least some of my money is being well spent. After deplaning, we gather our bags and grab a taxi to the hotel. Once checked in at the front desk, we make our way up to our rooms. Sarah’s happy to find that she has her own room, but even so, the first thing she does is prop open the door between them, minimizing our amount of privacy. She tosses her bag onto her bed and then quickly runs into my room to bounce around on mine, messing up the comforter and the tightly tucked-in sheets in the process. I’d forgotten what an adventure it is to stay in a hotel when you’re a teenager (she’ll be 20 next month); and her enthusiasm and youthful energy are all that I need to remind me.

“It’s still nice out, Daddy…Is it O.K. if I go to the pool for a little bit? I want to work on my tan!”

“Taking after your mother, you’ve never been tan a day in your life, but sure. And if you don’t mind, I think I’ll join you. I, on the other hand, do have a tan to work on!”

“Whatever, Daddy! Now if you’re gonna go with, you’d better hurry up and change!”

Hurry up and wait is more like it; but I’m used to the routine from my years of marriage with Jill. When Sarah goes back to her room to change, she leaves the door between our rooms open; and although I can’t see her, I can hear her rustling around while she puts on her suit. I’m fiddling with the television remote when she excitedly bounces back into my room.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” she insists while pulling at my arm.

“Don’t you have a towel or robe or something to cover yourself up with on the way down?”

“No. I had to pack pretty light, and I could only bring just the bare minimum of stuff. And the parking lot looked pretty empty when we checked in. Don’t think there are many people here right now. It is mid-week. But I’m sure you’ll protect me if I cause too much of a commotion between here and the pool, so I’m not worried!”

Sarah rushes in front of me as we hurry down the hall. The motion from her fast pace causes the lower portion of her bikini bottoms to wedge in between her alabaster cheeks. The waistline of her swimsuit rises high over her hip bones, and the thin triangle of material up front plunges sharply down before disappearing between her legs. It’s clear that her breasts have no need for support, since the bikini top is held in place by only a tiny, elastic band which barely keeps the two triangles of material in place. Sara’s bouncing from one foot to the next as we stand together in the air conditioned elevator; and even the jet black swimsuit can’t hide her nipples as they become visibly stiff and press out against the thin fabric. While I stand here trying not to admire my 19 year old daughter, I wonder if this is what Susan meant by “quality time”.

I’m happy to see that the pool, which is located in an open courtyard with the hotel itself surrounding it, is deserted; and the privacy allows Sarah and I to splash around and dunk each other like we did when she was still a kid. After a few minutes in the pool, she decides to lie out and capture the last of the afternoon sun. Her wet bikini clings to her skin as she walks out of the water, no longer güneyşehir escort concealing the delicate landscape underneath. Sarah’s unconcerned with her appearance as she walks carefully across the wet pool deck. She stretches out on a reclining chair, resting her head on a folded up towel, and lets the sun dry both her suit and her skin. I spend the next hour nodding in and out, and am relieved when Sarah finally decides she’s ready to eat.

Once back in our rooms, we agree that we both want to shower before finding a nice restaurant to have dinner at. I grab my toiletries and close myself into the large, nicely appointed bathroom. I shave my face before stepping into the oversized, 2-person whirlpool bath/shower, and proceed to wash off the day’s activities. The jetted tub wasn’t mentioned in any of the descriptions of the rooms; and I know Jill will appreciate the surprise. I have to leave the steamy bathroom to dry myself off, so I wrap a towel around my waist while I unpacked a pair of slacks and a light-cotton button-up shirt from my suitcase. I’m dressed and ready to go in less than ten minutes; and while sitting in front of the television I begin to wonder when Sarah might be ready herself.

I stand up from the bed and walk toward the open privacy door. While standing well within the boundaries of my room, I poke my head through the adjoining doorway to ask for an approximate ready time. I’m left speechless when I see her leaning over her bed, completely naked except for a towel wrapped around her head. She’s singing to the music crackling out from the small, bedside clock radio, totally focused on the clothes she’s pawing through, unaware of the fact that her dad’s standing there watching her.

Her breasts are hanging almost motionless as she pulls clothes from her bag. Her small nipples are still hard; and they help bring the smooth curves of her boobs up to a focused point. Her perfect white skin is flawless; and her toned stomach leads the way down to her smooth, cleanly waxed…pussy. For just a split second it feels like I’m looking at my wife, way back when we were still young and carefree. I immediately feel ashamed for thinking of my daughter’s vagina as her pussy, a term strictly reserved for my wife’s sweet lovebox and porn on the internet. But there it is, staring me in the face: a beautiful, tight pussy, hairless and perfect. Referring to such a work of art as a simple piece of anatomy would be doing it an injustice. My cock quickly rises to salute the perfection before me, tenting my towel obscenely. I manage to escape from the doorway without being noticed; and in my shameful arousal I decided to sit quietly and wait for as long as it takes. The image of Sarah is fixed in my brain, and even though the television’s on in front of me, I’m oblivious to it.

My trance is broken when Sarah finally enters my room. I assume she’s still not ready to go, since all she’s wearing is a sheer lacey bra and matching thong panties. Unable to find a solution to what is apparently quite a problem, she stands before me to ask for my guidance. I force myself to look her straight in her eyes while she talks.

“Daddy, would you mind if I wore the same outfit that I had on when you picked me up at the airport? I really wasn’t able to pack a whole lot of out-on-the-town clothes, so basically it’s the only thing I have that I can wear for dinner.”

I think the outfit she’s standing in is perfect, but decide that even jokingly it would be a pretty inappropriate thing to say. “That’s fine Honey, as long as it doesn’t stink. I mean it was pretty warm today, and I know how sweaty you can get!”

“Yah, right! Nobody stinks as much as you! How do you think I found you when I was waiting at the airport?”

She initially enjoys the banter, but then stops short with a concerned look on her face. “Dad… you’re not really serious, are you? Do you really think I stink?”

“No, I was only teasing. You know that. Now go get yourself dressed before I decide to order some pizza. I’m starving!” I forgot how sensitive a teenage girl can be, and feel guilty that I’ve let my kidding around go a little too far.

I wait until she turns away before I let my eyes wander, immediately focusing on her ass as she walks back into her room. The thong of her panties is barely visible between her tight little butt cheeks; and as I watch her, I wonder if she’s purposefully teasing me, maybe even enjoying herself a bit while putting on her little show. Nah, I doubt it. She’s just focused on what to wear. I patiently sit on my bed and begin thinking about Jill; and it helps me to remember that this goddess I am with is actually my adorable little daughter, and not some sexual fantasy brought to life. Sarah finally comes back dressed and ready to go; and when I look into her eyes I once again see the unmistakable sparkle of my beautiful little princess.

Stopping at the Consierge desk, I ask for a steak restaurant recommendation. (I’m not at all into the Mediterranean diet. islahiye escort I’m used to my dinners being built around a dead animal? ) He gives us the name of a nice steakhouse to eat at. A hotel limo is waiting out front for us; and we’re at the restaurant 20 minutes later.

As the driver lets us out, he says “Enjoy your meal. Just call the hotel when you’re about ready to come back to the hotel. Traffic will be lightening up for the day soon, so I should be able to make it back here in 10 minutes or so.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the full service,” I reply, handing him a $100 bill.

“Thank YOU, Sir.”

We joke back and forth while we wait in the crowded entryway for a table. I watch as almost every guy around us admires the young beauty at my side. Sarah takes it in stride, having gotten used to receiving a lot of attention; but I’m a little surprised and put off by the constant stares she’s provoking. She can tell it bothers me, and grabs my hand to try and reassure me.

“They’re only looking, Daddy. It’s just what guys do. I don’t think they can even control it! I’m sure you still look at women from time to time.”

I relax a little then, recalling that while picking her up at the airport, I, too, was checking Sarah out before recognizing her.

“I only look at your mother. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it,” I reply, deadpan.

“Too bad, I bet there are a lot of women who would really get off catching you checking them out.” Apparently my daughter aced the class, ‘Stroking Your Father’s Ego-101’.

“Yea, right. Women hate it when guys stare at them!”

“They say they do, but actually it’s quite flattering. Think about it. If a woman is out with a bunch of girlfriends, don’t you think she would prefer that it was her that was getting noticed? Women like to be noticed every bit as much as guys do. It’s the cat-calls we could do without. That’s just..CRUDE.” It seemed that she had aced her debate class as well.

“I guess you’re right. But it’s just different when it’s my daughter being leered at.”

“Maybe if they think we’re a couple it might stop some of them from ogling so openly.”

“Who’s going to believe a hotty like you in a relationship with an old dude like me?”

“Awe, Daddy, that’s so sweet! You really think I’m a hotty?”

“I probably shouldn’t inflate your already healthy ego, but absolutely Honey. Mom and I created a major hotty when we made you. The sex was so hot, you couldn’t possibly have turned out as anything less!” I finish, giving her my best Cheshire cat grin.

“Ewwww! TMI Dad!”

I chuckle, slightly embarrassed, wondering if I’m pushing it, but enjoying the lightness and ease of the conversation.

“Well thanks…I guess. But May-December romances happen all the time, and you still look pretty hot for an old dude,” she laughs.

“Old dude!? December!? I’m 46, not 76. Why don’t we call it an April-August romance?”

“Sure Daddy, whatever helps you sleep at night…old dude,” she whispers.

Grabbing my arm and leaning in close, Sarah begins our charade with a kiss on my cheek. Raising her voice a little to make sure she can be heard: “Patience, Dear, I’m sure they’ll have our table ready soon. Just make sure you save room for dessert when we get back to our room!”

She winks at me and I respond with a slap on her butt, wondering if any of her admirers believed the act we’re putting on for them.

“Oh!” Sarah chirps, surprised. “Well that was unexpected. Nice move…for an old dude,” she whispers.

I move my hand from her butt up to her waist, but she pushes it back down over her ass, holding it there for a few seconds until I get the message that that is where she wants it to remain.

“Tease,” I whisper in her ear.

“Maybe, but who exactly am I teasing? The guys checking me out, or you?”

“Both, I think, but I’m definitely getting the better end of the deal,” I chuckle.

“Daddy! You dirty old man!”

I quickly move my hand up back to her waist, figuring the moment is over, and concerned not to go too far. I don’t want to offend her.

“Now who’s being the tease?” she asks, as she once again moves my hand back down over her ass, this time a little further in, so I’m cupping her ass cheek, my pinky resting in the cleft of her ass.

“You are incorrigible!” I whisper, relieved that she isn’t offended at all, but enjoying the game we’re playing, with each other and the oglers in our midst. “You’re also very ticklish,” I add, as I stroke the fabric stretched over her ass-crack with my pinky, causing her hips to thrust forward.

“Hey!” she hisses. “No fair! Dirty pool, Daddy. You’ll pay for that later, Mister,” she chuckles.

“I didn’t think you’d react THAT strongly,” I reply as a partial apology, immediately concerned that my devious little girl would make sure to get me back IN SPADES if she had a mind to.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have…if I had any panties on,” she replies, giving me an evil grin.

I quickly remove my hand from her ass.

“What!?” I hiss quietly. “Why not?”

“Didn’t feel like putting any on with these slacks. The material’s very thin silk, and shows panty lines horribly. It also is very form fitting, so when you ran your finger along my ass-crack, you were pretty much brushing over my rosebud,” she giggles as she turns to look me in the eye, mischief playing behind her own.

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Three weeks prior to the end of season recital performance for my sister’s dance studio, my sister caught her fiancé cheating. A week-long attempt as reconciliation ensued, led primarily by my forgiving and wonderful sister. It ended in her fiancée’s sudden departure not just from their apartment, but from town altogether.

I had not been privy to any of this until our Aunt called me and blabbed about it. She was hunting for juicy details, but I had none to give. I texted my sister to say how sorry I was.

The next day, my sister called me to ask if I might perform in her recital in place of Nick, her ex-fiancée.

I did not want to, so I questioned her decisions. “Okay. You’re the teacher. Why are you dancing?”

“It’s kind of expected around here. The kids love it, and the parents and grandparents want to see just how good the instructor really is,” she explained. “Plus, it builds my classes. People from the community come. Word of mouth spreads.”

“Why not just do a solo?”

“The programs are already printed.”

“Okay. So, who cares? Do a solo anyway.”

“The music is for a partner. It wouldn’t make sense.”

“Okay. Change the music.”

Silence followed—a very familiar, very miserable silence.

I knew I had made her cry.

A few seconds elapsed, and then I heard her ultra-soprano weeping voice. “If you don’t want to help me, just say so, but please quit trying to tell me what to do. I need a partner, and you’re a beautiful dancer. That’s it.”

“Okay. Okay. When?”

Sniffles.

“Really?” she asked, now sounding like a five-year-old just offered a free lollipop.

“I don’t know, Gia. When?”

“The 17th at 6:30.”

“That a Friday?”

“Yeah.”

I didn’t want to, but I could. I’d be home for a three-week summer break before I had to head back to campus for summer conditioning. I could do it. I should do it, but I was mad about it. I knew it would upset her when I grumbled, “Okay, I’ll do it, for fuck’s fuckin’ fuck.”

Silence. Sniffles.

I should not have said it. I tried to bypass the ugliness by quickly asking her a question. “I’m coming back tomorrow. When’s our first practice?”

“No!” she cried. “Only do it if you want to!”

“I’m going to do it, Gia. When?”

“Do you want to or not?”

“I want to help you.”

“Then, why did you say ‘fucking fuck-fuck’?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said it.”

Sniffles. Silence. “Okay,” she muttered. “My last class ends at nine. Can you come after that?”

“Yes,” I said. “Wait. Gia, will I have to wear one of those tight-ass, flaming pirate-ice skater dance outfits?”

This description astonished and silenced Gia, and from frustrated tears, she suddenly burst out in laughter. I had hit upon a truth.

Even so, the answer was yes, that’s exactly what I’d be wearing.

***

I was not a dancer anymore; I was a college football player.

To earn a starting position for the next season, my collegiate life had been downright monastic since January. I spent my days in class, lifting, studying, and doing conditioning drills. There was no time for a girlfriend or parties. In fact, the last time I made out with a girl was before finals last December. I wanted that starting position, even if it meant blue balls.

I loved football, but I had a sister and two parents who loved dance. So, much of my childhood was spent in dance studios. Gia was right; I had the skills to fill in for her ex.

When I walked into the studio at 9:15 pm, Gia called out for me. “I’m in the office!”

“Changing!” I replied. I slipped out of my trainers in the vestibule area, put on dance shoes, and then I walked through the door onto the shiny wood floor in my sweatpants and a tank top.

Gia emerged from the office like a cool summer breeze. Smiling, she skipped to me and jumped into my arms. “I’m so glad you’re back!”

Holding her was like carrying a toddler. Her body was slight and weightless.

I set her down and got a look at her.

She wore a simple white leotard and nothing but canvas shoes. Her hair was drawn back to a high ponytail. I didn’t understand it—the big break up was just a few days old—but she looked fresh and joyful.

My sister is a rare beauty. Olive-skinned, brown-haired, but with stunning aquamarine eyes. She never took a bad picture. Even when she made a ridiculous face, she looked gorgeous.

Always leggy and boney as a kid, when she hit her teens, she grew taller and stronger, but she never quite developed curves until after college. She had small, perky breasts and only the tiniest hint of feminine hips. She looked, simply put, like a professional dancer—a delighted professional dancer.

“You—you look great,” I said, surprising myself. She really did.

“I do?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you!” She looked at my chest and arms. “You’re a lot bigger.”

“Conditioning,” I responded. “Hey, you okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, nodding. “I’m past it. Now, you’re here. Come on, let me show you what we’re doing.”

***

While gaziantep rus escort Gia stretched on the dance floor, I watched a video on her tablet of her and her ex rehearsing. It was a contemporary medley performance.

The first section was a romp of athletic and technical moves, alternating between the partners. The music transitioned into a slow love song, and the dancers came together.

I glanced at Gia.

On the screen, my sister and her ex, bodies press together, executed supports and close partner steps with alarming sensuality.

I turned to her. “Hey, uh…”

“What’s up?”

“This is a pretty intimate dance, Gia.”

“You’ve done it all before.”

“Okay. So have you, but not with each other. Won’t people think it’s inappropriate?” I turned back to the video. “Look at this!”

Gia and her partner caressed each other’s faces lovingly. He spun her around, clutched her waist, and drew her back against his front. They moved across the floor, pressed together this way. Then, he lifted her above his head, and held her, spinning, with one hand on her butt.

Beside me, Gia looked at the screen. She said, “It’s fine. Brothers and sisters dance like this all the time. Do you know how many Olympic ice dancers and pairs are brother-sister teams?”

“Okay. I suppose, but…”

“Come on. Let’s get started.”

***

An hour later, I had the rudiments of the first part memorized; we just needed to get our timing right.

She called it quits, and I walked past the office to the bathroom.

I had been in her studio before. She’d been running it for two years, but when I walked into the bathroom, I looked around, surprised. It was a small space, barely fitting a pedestal sink, a small toilet, and a stall shower. There were clothes strewn about the floor, the sink was a mess of toiletries, multiple towels hung on the shower door.

When I finished, I walked slowly past the storage room across from her office, peeking in the door. Plastic bins with clothes. Mattress on the floor.

“Gia, are you fucking living here?”

She hesitated. “Yes.”

“What about the apartment?”

Silence.

Oh, shit.

She didn’t break down, but her voice definitely quavered when she said, “I can’t afford it by myself. Nick…he left on the 31st, and I couldn’t pay this month’s rent.”

“Okay. So, you get a loan from Mom and Dad.”

“I’m an adult.”

“Yeah. In a jam. You ask for help.”

“I can’t afford it without Nick. The studio doesn’t make enough.”

“Okay. Move-in back home. Don’t live at your fucking job.”

This sent her over. She burst into tears, sitting crosslegged on the shiny wood floor.

Not only was my sister strikingly beautiful, but when she cried, it was irresistibly heartrending. I swear, my sister could stand on a city block with an empty mug in her hand, cry for eight hours a day, 52 weeks a year, and make a six-figure salary, easy. Her ugly cry was most women’s wedding picture day.

I went over to her and knelt in front of her. “I’m sorry, Gia. I didn’t mean to…” I didn’t finish.

Sobbing, she uncrossed her legs and laid back on the floor with her hands cupped over her heart. She wept, “He hurt me. He hurt me so much.”

Any other girl and I would have been completely inarticulate at a moment like this, but with her, finding the words seemed easy. I said, “I know he did. He did. You deserve only good things, Gia. I’m so sorry.”

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and haltingly whispered, “Thank you for saying that.”

Then, I glanced at her pussy.

I wasn’t consciously looking for it. I was looking at her—seeing her—and my eyes just happened to fall between her legs for an instant.

She was on her back, on the floor, and her legs were spread wide with slightly bent knees. I was kneeling between those long legs. Then, yes, I glanced at my sister’s crotch.

And I couldn’t drag my eyes away. If I had turned my head completely sideways, my irises would have remained stock still. If I had tried to cover my face with my hands, my fingers would have risen up already divided so that my view could remain unbroken.

She wasn’t naked, of course. She was in that white leotard. I could not see any pubic hairs; the crotch of her leotard was not ripped or out of place so as to reveal any of the precious flesh underneath.

There were three reasons why I could not look away from my sister’s pussy.

First, by laying back, she had inadvertently drawn tight the front of her leotard, revealing the cleft of her labia—the camel toe, as my football buddies would have said. Hell, as I would have said had it been some other woman. Seeing it, my first thought was, “Oh, there’s my sister’s pussy.” Nothing more.

Second, with her privates somewhat on display, her position on the floor became a kind of double image in my mind. On the one hand, it was a heartbreaking posture. On the other, I now saw, it was charged with sexuality. It was, my second thoughts indicated, gaziantep swinger escort how she probably looked when she awaited oral sex from a partner.

Third, and this may be a thing only heterosexual males—perhaps not all of them—can understand, was the absolute perfection of her blank.

I think of it as the stirring in the guts when I see, for example, a woman in panties or a bikini, but really, any clothes that hug a woman’s crotch can work. One sees no hideous bulge in the front, only flat emptiness. The suit narrows toward the crotch and runs straight down, tucking neatly between her legs. There’s nothing there in front. That emptiness or absence—that blank—is thrilling, and it is a small, but exciting part of a woman’s sexual attractiveness.

Having lived through to nineteen, I can say that, in the same way I discern a great ass or awesome tits, I can spot a nice blank. And, I should add, spotting one does not require visible “camel toe.” That would just be frosting on the cake.

Gia’s blank mesmerized me. It was perfect. It was compact. Her body was fit and tight, and the shape of everything down there—how her legs melded into her ass, how her inner thigh curved into her crotch—struck me by its sexual efficiency and allure.

That, I thought, is where my hand is going to be tomorrow night when we begin working on the second section of the dance medley when I lift her up in the air over my head.

Gia sighed.

It awoke me. I had no idea how long I had been gazing, but it was long enough, I suddenly realized, for me to feel the onset of an erection. It was automatic; I hadn’t touched a girl in six months.

At the moment, I didn’t care. I returned my eyes to Gia’s pussy. I began to remember several of my girlfriends, comparing Gia’s body to each one as I fixated.

There was no comparison. Gia’s was…

Her legs closed before me.

I blinked and glanced at her face.

She had seen me staring.

I turned away.

She cleared her throat, wiped her eyes, and asked me to help her up.

My new erection was a problem. Some are more tenuous than others and can diminish in thirty seconds. Others can take minutes to abate. This one raged, and I knew it would linger. It appallingly distended the front of my sweatpants. My tank top would be no help in covering it; it fit me snugly and barely tugged down to the waistband of my sweats. My knee jutted out, hiding it from her, but the moment I rose…

Gia’s hands reached up. She was waiting for me.

Maybe she won’t look. I stood, took her hands, and quickly lifted her.

She flew up and landed on her feet gracefully. I instantly turned away.

“Is something the matter?” she asked.

“No,” I snapped, regretting the tone immediately after I’d used it. I cleared my throat and more gently said, “No, I’m fine.”

“Hey,” she said, approaching me. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not, Gia.”

“I really appreciate your help,” she offered.

“I know.”

“Will you look at me?” she asked.

I turned my head and nothing else.

She put her hand on my shoulder and tugged.

I spun toward her, resigned to the imminent shame.

She studied my face; I was spared for the moment.

I said, “It’s cool, Gia. We’re going to be great.”

She smiled and threw her arms around me. As our bodies came together, I pivoted myself so my engorged erection missed her body. My hands came up to reciprocate the hug just a bit late.

She noticed and drew back, glancing down.

I looked, too, and I didn’t know whether to laugh, curse, or be ashamed. Shame seemed appropriate, but this boner was so monstrous that I choked back a guffaw when I saw it. It was hard enough that the waistband of my sweatpants and underwear had been drawn away from my stomach. I saw my pubic hairs; she probably could, too.

Gia’s hands fell away from me.

Her eyes found mine.

I shrugged and said, “Sorry?” Then, a short, coughing burst of laughter erupted out of me.

Gia’s face alternated between confusion and amusement. She looked at my erection again, and it seemed she settled on finding the situation humorous. “Is that…why are you hard?”

Her question awakened my shame. I could not possibly admit to my own sister that her body so aroused me. “Fuck, I—I’m sorry, Gia.” I turned away, shaking my head.

Despite my embarrassment, the erection remained achingly turgid. I glanced at it and saw, again, just how ridiculous I looked.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Gia urged. “It’s nothing.”

When I glanced back at her, Gia’s eyes grew wide. She waved off her previous words, saying, “I didn’t mean it’s nothing like its small. It’s not. It’s really big.” She pinched her eyes closed, shaking her head. “What I mean is it’s no big deal—it doesn’t matter.”

Now she was mortified.

I stifled a grin. “I know what you meant, Gia. Geez.”

Her lower lip trembled, and she coughed. Her hand covered her mouth. Then, she tried to say, “I’m so sorry,” but gaziantep travesti escort she was laughing too hard.

I smiled and chuckled a bit.

“Were you staring at my crotch before?” she asked through fits and convulsions.

I nodded, and a new bout of cackling ensued for both of us.

“And is that what…is that why…?” she stammered.

Nodding again, I erupted in more laughter. “I’m sorry, Gia.”

Gia still laughed, but in a diminished way. “And I said you had a big dick,” she remarked. By the time she completed the thought, it didn’t seem like true laughter anymore. It seemed feigned.

The mirth in the studio slowly evaporated; discomfort replaced it.

I cleared my throat. “Hey, I’m going to roll. You need anything?”

“Oh. No, I should be fine. Thanks, though.”

I walked toward the door into the vestibule area, erection bouncing along. I stopped and turned. “Yeah, what time tomorrow?”

She glanced at the tent in my pants. “If you’re free, you can come by anytime in the morning. Just text me before you come. Classes start at two. If not, then same time tomorrow night. Nine o’clock.”

“I’ll swing by in the morning. See you, Gia.”

“Bye.”

***

I really had nothing better to do, so I texted Gia outside the door or her studio at eight the next morning. It took her several minutes before she unlocked the door to let me in.

I brought her favorite coffee and a danish. When she grinned, I knew the boner incident could be forgotten.

“Give me fifteen minutes to get ready?”

I nodded, changing my shoes.

I practiced the first section on my own a few times. Gia came out twenty-five minutes later in a light grey leotard, and after she stretched out—which I did not watch even a little—we rehearsed it together. She seemed satisfied, so she began leading me in a walkthrough of the second—romantic—portion of the medley.

During a performance walkthrough, dancers are not expected to adopt their dance persona. It is about learning the order or the routine—where are you, when are you there, and what are you doing—for both partners. Once practicing and rehearsing begins, a qualified dancer puts away the self and becomes the persona.

Persona is part of dance theory. The idea is that when one dances, he or she needs to become some “other.” What that “other” is depends on the dance. Maybe you’re a snowflake. Maybe you’re a warrior. It all depends on the music and the dance. So, for those who subscribe to Persona Theory, dancing becomes a bit like acting. To put on the absolute best performance, the dancer must become the persona.

In this case, my persona was Gia’s lover–that was my take on it, at least. I’m sure it was Gia’s, too. Some dance professor might have said, “Oh, no. You’re not lovers. You’re butterflies” or some other crazy horseshit. The simple answer was lovers. In the first part of the medley, we’re showing off for one another. In the second, we fall in love. The third and final section is the expression of our newfound love.

The music during the second section, the falling in love part, was a really old love song from the 1980s called “Take My Breath Away.” Not the whole thing, but a two-minute excerpt. The sound of this song was super retro—totally an 80’s love song—but I had to admit it was smooth. It was sexy.

I could tell Gia loved it. After the walkthrough, she played it for me the first time. We sat on the dance floor and listened. She mouthed some of the lyrics. She tilted her head back and swayed. When it ended, she watched me expectantly—with a kind of “didn’t you just love it” look in her eyes.

I gave her a thumbs up.

We began rehearsing. I had to look into Gia’s eyes like Romeo into Juliet’s at the balcony. Vice-versa for her. It is nearly impossible to describe how it feels when eyes like Gia’s gaze into yours so passionately—big, aquamarine, and fully capable of raising or crushing a man’s dreams. I forgot my part of the routine several times because those eyes so entrapped me.

The more challenging part, however, was keeping her body off mine.

In theory, the routine called for close contact almost throughout. We had to move together, and where we went, our bodies needed to be in contact—her chest against mine or her back to my front. When we parted, it was always with a sliding, lingering touch—across my chest and outstretched arm or down my leg. Her hands would be all over my body, and mine on hers.

In practice, I did my absolute best to keep us apart when, finally, she stopped me.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Just—you know—the inside partner step.”

“But, you’re pushing me. Let me come to you. Why are you pushing?”

I hesitated.

She went on. “You did the same thing on the cross-body lead. Is something wrong?”

She had me. I explained, “I’m just trying to keep a natural space between us.”

Waving that off, she said, “If I weren’t your sister, would you be pushing?”

She had me again. I shrugged and said, “No.”

“It’s an intimate dance. The natural distance is zero. Do it right,” she said flatly.

She reset the music, and we started again. Our bodies mashed together. I felt her soft skin and the taut muscles underneath. A thin layer of perspiration infused her skin. I smelled her face, neck, and hair. My hands slid up and down her hips; they clutched her waist. Her butt rubbed against my pelvis and slid down my thigh.

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A work of fiction. All characters over the age of 18.

***

Part 1

‘Bless me father, for I have sinned.’

I disguise my voice as best I can. I’m not sure why. This is not my church. He is not my priest. To him I am just another sinner eager to repent. And I have so much to repent.

This is not the closest parish to my own. Or even the second closest. I have driven for over 90 minutes and across two counties to find somewhere anonymous enough for me to confess in peace. Get it over with and then leave. A drive-by confession. Jerry would be so proud.

I try and picture my husband’s face as I stare at the chipped mahogany of the booth. It was not a particularly handsome face or even a memorable one.

He would say that was a good thing. It was easier for witnesses to forget him. Even when they weren’t being threatened.

‘How long since your last confession, child?’

The priest has a loud voice. I can feel it echoing through the wood. I find myself strangely comforted by this. Perhaps he will drown me out.

‘Two weeks, father,’ I squeak back at him.

I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. I have never spoken to this man before in my life. I will never speak to him again after this. I will walk out of here and be absolved. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?

Had it really been two weeks already? Since…I can’t say it. The words trip over my tongue. I’ve been trying to build myself up to it, but it falls away at the last.

‘I have lain with another man, father. Someone who is…not my husband.’

I grit my teeth. ‘Lain with another man’. I sound like a 19th Century nun confessing the loss of her virginity. I’m really not so holy. Not by a long way.

There’s a faint rumbling of disapproval in the booth next door. I’m surprised. I imagine infidelity is one of the staples of his confessional diet. I wonder if it’s because I’m a woman.

I hate that my knee-jerk reaction is to assume he’s a misogynist but…well…he is a Catholic priest. It’s not an institution known for its progressive views.

Perhaps he gives the men a slap on the wrist and a playful sermon. Sends them on their way like the mischievous scamps they are. The brimstone he reserves for the women. A fiery dose of perdition to cure them of all their unfaithful leanings.

‘How many times?’

I’m taken aback. It wasn’t a question I was expecting. At all. I want to ask him why this is relevant. Once is enough surely. A threshold is measured by the act of crossing not by how many times.

I try to work out the answer. I uncross my legs. I’m getting flustered just thinking about it. My pussy is getting wet. My redemption is edging ever further away.

‘Just once,’ I say to him. ‘Today,’ I whisper in a low enough voice to guarantee he won’t hear me.

Another tense silence. It confuses me even more. If the number of times is relevant then surely I just gave the best answer?

Once is better than several times. And certainly better than…I’ve forgotten now. I’ve lost track of how many times George and I have slept together. It’s not like I thought I would need to keep score.

‘I see,’ he eventually offers in a disappointed tone.

I think I would prefer it if he was angry. I could never take disappointment well. It fed into my guilt too much.

More silence. I wonder if he is imagining what I look like. If I look ‘the type’. He must scan his congregation and wonder the same thing. Which husband’s eye twinkles a little too much. Which wife leaves just one too many buttons undone on her blouse as she passes the collection plate.

It is the only part of his job that I envy. Being the keeper of secrets. Knowing so much about so many people but being sworn to secrecy at the same time. It would drive me insane.

‘Do you love your husband?’

What sort of question is that? This was supposed to be a confession. Not a trial. But it is a good question. A pertinent one. That’s what made me angry.

‘Of course,’ I shot back.

‘You do not plan on seeing this other man again?’

‘No,’ I answered. I was on a roll. Three lies in a row. My ratio of truth to lies was falling well past forgiveness levels.

No response. This was almost as bad as some of the dates I used to go on. Making me wish I’d not gone to all the effort. I like to dress up for confession. It was not my habit but one I picked up in childhood from my mother.

‘You should always be formal in the presence of God,’ she would tell me.

So here I was. In a blue maxi skirt and a white lace top. My blonde hair tied up in a bun. Trying to look as angelic as possible.

And the jewellery. So much of it. I dripped in pearl and gold. Rings, bracelets, necklace, ear rings. Jerry loved to spoil me with the finer things. It was only later I realised every gift was a symptom of his guilty conscience.

Each diamond, sapphire and emerald was a symbol of his unfaithfulness with another woman. I twist my wedding ring around gaziantep jigolo escort my finger. It is the only thing he has given me out of love.

‘Is there anything else you wish to say to me?’ he asks.

I hesitate. It’s almost like he knows. That through some divine and official channel he has discovered the true extent of my trespasses against God.

It would be a relief to tell someone. I feel like I have been carrying it around like a wound that needs to be tended to.

No, not a wound. That would imply pain. Suffering. And the truth is the opposite. I have not been suffering. I am the happiest I have been in a long time. Even with my guilt and shame screaming in the background.

I slip my hand under the band of my skirt and adjust my thong. The fabric is moist with my juice. Deliciously blasphemous. I start to work my cunt.

I wiggle on the seat to allow my fingers more room. I find my clit with index finger and begin to massage it.

‘No…’ I murmur in between stifled moans.

He coughs and I insert two fingers into my pussy. I bite my tongue though I want him to hear me. I want him to see me. In all my glory.

I had not planned this when I pulled up in the unfamiliar parking lot. It was just supposed to be a confession. Quick, painless and complication-free.

I hadn’t envisioned masturbating in the confession booth while a disapproving priest listened in.

But perhaps that was my shtick now. Sex with George had liberated me. He had brought me round from the waking coma I had been in for too long. And now here I was. Making up for lost time.

My fingers thresh in and out of my wet slit. I love the sound it makes. He must be able to hear me. I wonder if he is hard. Sat so close to my carnal squelching. Trying to suppress a raging hard-on. Contemplating his life choices and the route that brought him here.

I want to tell him. I want to scream it as I cum. Shake the booth with my orgasm.

I wonder what he would do if I confronted him with the truth. He couldn’t go to the police could he? He couldn’t breach privilege or confidentiality.

I bite my tongue. Hard. I think I taste blood. I can’t help it. My poor conscience tries to exert some influence. Not so long ago it probably thought it would never have to intervene in a scenario like this. Now, this is not even the worst of my misdeeds today.

I cum hard. My fingers are slick with juice. I give a strange half moan, half cry and embarrassingly try to turn it into a sneezing fit. I don’t think he bought it. There is no sound.

I’m almost disappointed. That there’s nothing. Not the fevered huffing and pumping of flesh across the barrier. But then he is the professional on resisting temptation. And I am just an amateur.

I wipe my hands on my skirt and pull paper napkins from my bag. I wipe my thighs down and then the seat. I leave the saturated napkins behind. A souvenir. I wonder if he will sniff them as his dick strains in his holy vestments.

I walk through the stout oak doors of the church in elation. I don’t think I am welcome back here. I wonder if there is CCTV. If he will review it while clutching the napkins and jacking himself off.

Probably not. I walk to my SUV and open the trunk. I spray myself with perfume and check my makeup before stepping in. I turn the key in the ignition and gun the engine. I should feel satisfied and weary.

But it’s the opposite. My pussy is already welling up again at the thought of heading home. Ready for more penetration. Ready for more cum. I put my shades on and check the mirror.

I glance towards the church doors to see if any irate and outraged men of the cloth emerge but the entrance is quiet and empty. Perhaps if I had summoned the courage to confess the full range of my sins it would be different.

He would be chasing me out swinging his thurible and invoking the name of the Lord as I totter away in my high heels. I screech out of the lot.

The tyres squeal. I narrowly miss a cyclist. I see him waving his fist at me in the mirror. I shrug and put my foot down. I wish I could stop to tell him the truth. My son is at home waiting to fuck me and I don’t want to be late.

Part 2

Mandy is here. I feel a tinge of annoyance as I spot her car in the driveway. Ordinarily the presence of my daughter home from college would fill me with joy. But now I am disappointed by her sudden return. She is an unwelcome thorn in my plans.

I park up and wait. At least Jerry is not home. Probably out with his friends or seeing one of his mistresses. I don’t know how he has the energy. I am glad he is not here. The happy hours of my marriage are now counted in his absence.

Gennaro Marone. ‘Jerry the Mouse’. He loves the nickname. One of my earliest memories of him is when I asked how he got it. Laughing and giggling like a starstruck cheerleader. He wasn’t a small or a timid man and there was really nothing mouse-like gaziantep lezbiyen escort about him.

I was intrigued. I wanted there to be an elaborate puzzle behind the odd nickname. A stirring origin story for this strange character. As I would find out later, there was no guile to Jerry or to his friends. The explanation was simple and disturbing.

It was after the cartoon mouse obviously. But not any reason I could glean. It was because Jerry kept coming back. It didn’t matter what you hit him with. Frying pan. Baseball bat. Machetes. Semiautomatic weapons. He just kept coming back for more. As relentless and indestructible as his namesake.

He regaled me with his stories of cheating death. I don’t know why I didn’t run there and then. To hear him speak so proudly of violence and maiming and death. He didn’t seem like a mobster or even a criminal. He was an outlaw in the best traditions of the mould. My own Robin Hood, Doc Holliday and Ned Kelly.

He was embellishing the truth I knew, but there was still some ring of authenticity to it. Later, I would discover the scars and marks that stippled his body and realise it was not so great an exaggeration after all.

When I think about it now it seems quite horrifying. Mainly the glee he took in telling me the stories. And my response. I was overawed. Intimidated. He was a dangerous man. A dangerous man who had the faculty to be charming. I had no chance.

I wasn’t from that crowd. In the great tribe of Italian-Americans we were not even in adjoining reservations. But Jerry sucked me in. He was an irresistible force. I would like to say it was slow.

That gradually, imperceptibly, I moved from All-American girl to Gangster’s Moll. But the reality was it only took a week or so before the change was abundantly apparent. He just swept by and uprooted me.

My hair went from boring bangs to an elevated bouffant. My wardrobe shifted from baggy sweaters and stonewashed slacks to crop tops and denim shorts.

My habits changed from late hours at the library to blowjobs in his car and then onto an exclusive club or bar. Champagne, caviar, lobster and tips of never less than a hundred dollars.

Even then he had acquired the type of notoriety that opened all the right doors. I was just the clichéd Olivia Newton John from Grease. Gone from prudish cardigans to blowing bubbles and showing flesh. The bimbo he needed to complete his image.

A dumb broad who didn’t question how such a young man who wasn’t a professional athlete could afford such an extravagant and decadent lifestyle.

My parents were horrified naturally. Jerry was the very antithesis of what they hoped for me. A wretched throwback that tarnished the good name of Italian-Americans everywhere.

Their horror sealed our relationship. There is nothing quite so motivating to the rebellious teenager as the disapproval of a parent. My mother would cry. My father would rant. I would ignore them both as I skipped down the stairs to my brooding paramour.

That was almost thirty years ago. But in my mind I am still that foolish girl traipsing down those steps as my parents try to save me.

I get out of the car and let my hair down. The angel had returned to earth. I spot Mandy through the kitchen window. She waves excitedly at me. I muster a passable level of motherly joy.

She greets me at the door and hugs me. She looks tanned and carefree. Her dark hair cut in an attractive bob. Her long legs on display in cutoffs. To be young again. To take back all the mistakes.

No, not mistakes. I regard my firstborn with a happy smile. She and George are the only good things to come out of my relationship with Jerry. They outweigh everything bad.

She flies into a feverish dialogue about college life. The city, the campus, the work, the boys. I nod and smile as we move to the kitchen. He is there eating lunch. My lover.

It feels thrilling to hear the thought articulated in my head. My son. And my lover. My pussy itches. George smiles at me from the kitchen island. There is still the merest trace of a blush in his cheeks.

As if he can’t quite reconcile the demure woman who has just walked into the house with the demanding mother-lover who so regularly berates him for cum.

Gennaro Marone Jr. ‘George’ to everyone. He is tall like his father. Broad shouldered and barrel-chested. The same thick dark hair. and imposing jawline. He has my doe-eyes though. And my smile.

The colour has returned to his cheeks. He smiles again and it seems strange, an alien gesture that was so conspicuous by its absence before. He is a new man now. We thought we had lost him but he has returned to us.

Thanks to me. An odd source of pride but I claim it. It is not the doctors who cured him. Or the psychiatrists. Or the counsellors. Or the procession of teenage girls each more vapid and vacuous than the last.

No. My body has cured him. My pussy has given him new gaziantep masaj salonları life. A new mindset. It has changed his worldview from monochrome to rainbow. I am his natural remedy.

‘What are you having for lunch?’ I ask.

‘Just some macaroni and cheese. Mand whipped it up,’ he replied.

‘Well, aren’t you just sister of the year, Amanda?’

She curtsies and we all laugh. It is a rare scene. A happy home. I give George a motherly peck on the cheek. It is the most chaste I have been with him in two weeks. No tongue.

I wash dishes as Mandy and George talk. I think of what I could be doing with George if she wasn’t here. I imagine all the places my tongue has been as they witter on. I want to tell Mandy. I want to provide her with a running commentary as my pussy gets wet at the thought. Yes, Mandy. My tongue. Your brother.

It has explored every inch of his long dick. The smooth folds of his heavy balls. The puckered outline of his anus. The curves of his buttocks. The contours of his chest and stomach. The wide expanse of his mouth. So much time, Mandy. You are intruding on it now.

I finish the dishes and go up to my bedroom. I am ready to dive my fingers into my cunt. But I decide not to. My body feels cheated if my lover is in the same space and I am still resorting to self-pleasure.

I am at a loss. There is nowhere for me to retire to. I envy Jerry that. How readily he can abandon any problems at home. There is always somewhere for him to go. The casino. The bar. The strip club. The body shop. The restaurant. Any one of his multiple businesses or playgrounds.

I have my home and nothing else. This ridiculous house. An ostentatious monolith. Six bedrooms, five bathrooms, den, a pool, basement gym and a garden that needs a ride-on mower to cut it. I had always thought it was like me. Gaudy and empty.

He has made me a kept woman. No, not made me. I let him. It was too easy a conquest. Perhaps that is why he pities me now. I surrendered to him too easily.

I lie down for a while and feel sorry for myself. I check my email. My father has sent through his recommendations on my spec house along with a bill.

I know Jerry will not pay that price. I email back and inform my father as such. The one project that I have been relying on to maintain my sanity and it is all but finished before it begins.

I should have finished college. I should have learned a profession. I should have done some work, any work, menial or otherwise. But I let Jerry occupy all the spaces in my life. And now that he has begun to withdraw there is nothing left in the gaps. There is nowhere left for me to hide under.

The spec house was supposed to change that. It was only a passing whim. I stumbled upon the plot of land as I was driving home from lunch with the girls. That was what my life consisted of now. Luncheons and brunches and committees and associations. Each as frivolous and meaningless as the next.

The land was secluded. I’m not sure how I found it. Sometimes I just liked to drive. I think it was the car. It gave me a false sense of security. Made me believe I was protected and precious.

The land was bordered with pines on one side and fields on the other. It was an extensive lot. Space to build a mansion, stables and even a guesthouse.

I had never been an architect or had any dreams of building something from the ground up, but something about this land spoke to me. I had to have it. I had to build something on it. Something of my own. And now it was being taken away from me.

I go the bathroom and empty the laundry basket. I carry the laundry down to the basement and tip it into the washer. The florescent light flickers. I sigh and turn it off. Jerry was supposed to have it changed. There is a lamp on the shelf. I turn it on and pour conditioner into the washer.

The creak of the first stair gives him away. I know who it is before he reaches the bottom. I don’t turn around. I should do many things. Spin round and confront him. Tell him off and send him packing to his room. Remind him that his sister is upstairs. That his father will he home soon. But I don’t.

All my instincts are rewired when I am with him. Towards the deepest and basest instinct of all. I bend over the washer. It has begun its cycle. I wonder if the noise will cover my wails. I lift my skirt up before he reaches me. I hear him frantically unbuckling his trousers.

He pauses and waits. It has only been two weeks and he is learning to tease me. I know he wants me to turn around. Turn and beg for his cock. It is hard not to.

I let my skirt fall and clutch the machine closer. I have never lost a battle of wills with him. I could see off any tantrum or sulk he went into. But this was something completely different. In this new relationship I was the one falling at the first hurdle.

He lifts the skirt up and runs his hand over the globe of my buttocks. His finger traces the outline of my thong and then down my legs. I feel my wetness descend down the back of my thigh along with his finger.

We do not have time for this but I love it. I love how even our snatched moments together are elongated and heightened through the fear of being stumbled across. I have never been caught having sex. It would be odd if the first time I was discovered it would be as my son fucked me over the washer.

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