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It’s been a month now since that meeting at Philip’s (my boss) house. I had gone to bed extraordinarily happy though exhausted and woke up with enough fear that I might get into work and have the entire military forces ready to handcuff and jail me for what I’d done. Surprisingly, nothing. No lecture, no awkwardness from the boss, nothing out of the ordinary. I had gone about my work as if nothing had happened until today.

So, as a refresher, my boss has a 21-year old daughter. After his wife left them many years ago, he’s been her sole caretaker and always expressed how important she was to him. I’ve only seen her once or twice at the office, a few more at their home when Philip sets meetings or just drinks for office camaraderie after work.

Katie was about 5’7, long slender legs, a tiny waist, a cute bump for an ass and quite significant mounds for breasts, from the looks of it, 34cs would be an appropriate guess. I could still vividly remember how full and firm they were in my hands that night. She had long, dark brown hair that had these natural curls at the ends and dark brown eyes to match. I always thought that she was hot even though I’d never seen her in tight, skimpy clothes, outside of her room that is.

That night, she was just so vulnerably and sexily exposed. The lace that touched the tops of her breasts, the strap of her teddy hanging off her shoulder, her nudity when I tore them off her… I looked around realizing my cock was starting to get hard just remembering her. I’m at work and on a desk that faced other desks, surrounded by glass walls. I scratched my head absent-mindedly, trying to refocus on the sketches I had to make. But all I could think of were her delicate moans and the trembling of her voice as she came. If only there could be a recap of it, I thought to myself. She’s probably disgusted with me now though. It wasn’t my intention to hurt her or to make real the threat I had said that night. Contrary to what had transpired, I wasn’t a bad man, I grinned. I just could not resist having all of her that night.

I threw my pencil down hopelessly, burying my hands in my face. There was escort gaziantep evi olan bayan some chatter around the office all of a sudden, heels sounding on the floor, I look up and I thought I’d fallen off my chair. There she was, Katie, walking at her father’s heels, in a loose, silk blouse that clung beautifully to her body, and a tight black skirt that just hugged at her ass, the ass I had made my way into that night. On her feet, black, shiny stilettos that could pass for an ice pick across my chest. Her hair was neatly tied back compared to that night when it was just a sexy mess. I stared as she passed, my vision of her like a split screen, a decent side and a wild naughty side.

To my surprise, she turned to me only for a second. There was no reaction that it left me curious as to whether she remembers or recognizes me at all from that night. The doors to Philip’s office closed with them both and his personal secretary inside.

“Fuck, that is one hot daughter!” Stan, a colleague in my section said out loud. Stan was very much known for his treatment of women, he’d fuck any girl who messed with him or any girl that he admired, whether or not she would let him.

“I bet she rocks in the sack,” another voice sounded out.

I started to refocus my attention to the work at hand, only to be called into Philip’s office by his secretary, her name is Amy by the way, cute lady, in her late thirties, double D breasts, curvy hips, glasses. She smiled at me, sort of a flirty smile, as always.

My heart started thumping, maybe Katie remembered and is now on exposing my actions to the man I call “the boss”, who’s face must be bloody red with anger and ready to throw his numerous achievement trophies at me.

I opened the door and stepped in, Amy closes it after me.

“Adam,” Philip starts to say, “how is your workload at the moment?”

I cleared my throat, in case it came out hoarse and filled with obvious fear, “I’ve only a couple minor projects, drafts mostly, dull ones.”

He grins, “then you have spare time! You remember escort gaziantep fetiş bayan my daughter, Katie?” He directs his hand at her.

I turn to look at her, she avoids my look and I see her hand tensing up on her leg. She remembers me. “Of course, Philip, It would be impossible not to remember,” I smile at him and at her.

“Well, Katie is graduating university soon and I would like for her to learn a bit about the work here. Do you think you could spare some time showing her around and showing her what you do as well?

Bloody hell, I thought to myself, I could show her what I do every second of the day if she wanted, what I would do to her, that is. Trying to hide the excitement however, I told him that I probably wasn’t the most qualified for the job. Ultimately, he insisted on it and it was the end of the discussion. How could I refuse?

In a little corner room at the far end of the office area, bent over the maintenance shelf, skirt wrinkled up around her waist, moans muffled by a mouth stuffed with her own panties. Amy held on to the metal posts of the shelf as hard-bodied Stan pounded at her pussy. He smacked her cream ass at it bounced back at the power of his thrusts.

He reached down to cup her breasts, pulling her up against him as he continued his thrusting. He enjoyed how she always willingly gave but never dared ask for anything she wanted, so giving, so easy. He grunted as his thick cock slid in and out of her, her pussy holding tight around him. He felt her body tense up, he stopped and held still.

“Did I say you could cum now?” he asked, leering down at her.

She didn’t speak as her mouth was full, she tried fervently to obey, successfully regaining control of her senses. She knew he would leave her at an even worse, wet situation if she disobeyed.

He grinned, “you want my cock inside you so badly, don’t you, slut,” he began thrusting again, hitting her deeper and harder, pulling her legs up, wide open as he pounded her pussy.

She couldn’t help herself, she held onto the bars with a vengeance, bayan escort gaziantep her huge breasts hanging lowly on her chest, her pussy clamped tightly around his shaft.

She felt something different rubbing against her clit, creating a muffled moan of pleasure. She tried looking down, he was holding the grip of a screwdriver, rubbing its rough handle against her hard clit. Her sense were on overdrive, she couldn’t keep up, she met his thrusts harder, more desperate as she knew this time, she would lose control and he would leave.

He could hear her muffled moans, his hands dug into her thighs as her held them up. It wasn’t hard, she was a small woman with huge breasts and a very hungry pussy covered only by a small patch of dark hair.

He stops and pulls out, pushing her down on her knees, pulling the panties out of her mouth, handing her the screwdriver. He pointed his cock at her bright red lips, she opened up and closed them over him, tasting her juices, her tongue sliding around his length. She brings the screwdriver head down to her clit, rubbing it against her again.

He holds the back of her head, as he starts to build a rhythm with his cock in her mouth, it was such a sight to see a tiny mouth so full of cock, lips tight around his thickness, the tight, warm feeling of her sucking on him.

“Ah fuck yeah!”

He started moving in motion, thrusting in and out of her mouth, not waiting for her, but imposing his momentum. He could see her hand moving vigorously between her legs, the thick head of the screwdriver buried deep in her pussy. He rocked his hips into her mouth faster and faster, as she moved up and down on the screwdriver.

Her muffled moans filled the room as she nears orgasm again. He feels her tongue swirl around him, pushing him to the edge, exploding inside her mouth, his cock muffling her screams as she reaches orgasm as well.

At 36, Amy was a stepmom to an 18-year old daughter, a third wife to a man who left her and his daughter for another much younger woman. Despite all that, she was always still so giving and forgiving when it came to men. She was petite, about 5″3 but she had always believed herself to be very well proportioned in the aspects that mattered most.

She walked out of the maintenance closet, prettied up as if nothing had happened, but the glances were obvious that the entire floor was privy to her activities. She was the boss’s secretary, who would dare report her, she walked undisturbed about what thoughts must be running through their minds.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

I felt like such a pervert, scurrying from room to room, peeking out of the blinds. Hell, I AM a pervert, for spying on a bunch of women old enough to be my mom. With my parents gone this Saturday morning, and several of the neighborhood MILFs out in their respective yards, it was the perfect opportunity to check them out. It’s kind of funny that I’ve grown up in the same neighborhood as these women, and it wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I started to notice that there are some attractive mature women right outside my window.

But the binoculars that I was using to peek under the blinds made them even closer. Normally I wouldn’t be anywhere near awake at 7:00 AM, but when I heard Linda out next door taking her dog out, I had to look out. I was rewarded with the sight of the tall busty brunette mother of three just beyond the property line in back, wearing only her sleepwear. She had on short tight grey cotton shorts topping her long bare legs, and a white t-shirt. Once she stated moving around with her leashed dog, the bobbling breasts announced that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Holy Shit! I thought she looked busty IN a bra, but out of one she looked just as stacked. I detected perhaps just a bit of a slope to her tits – I wouldn’t even call it a sag. But hell, she was so tall, and her tits were so big, that was to be expected on a mature woman, I guess. I could spot the bumps where her nipples protruded nearly straight out.

I wonder how Linda would feel if she knew I was up here, peeking at her through the blinds, with my hard cock in my hand, watching the way her braless tits swayed. SHE’D probably think I was a sick little pervert, too. I quickly grabbed my digital camera, and zoomed it in as far as it would go. I fumbled with a test shot in the hallway, to make sure that the flash was definitely turned off, and then returned to my room and managed to click a couple of quick shots of Linda.

Once Linda went back inside, I fell back to sleep. I was woken up at 10:00 AM by the sound of a lawn mower. I looked outside, and Kathy, the mom on the other side of my house, was pushing her mower. In a SKIRT! How odd. But how sexy! I’ve seen Kathy in slacks and shorts, but she seemed to prefer skirts most of the time, even when lounging around her own home and yard. So, the skirt looked sexy as she walked through the yard behind the mower, her shoulder-length blonde hair hanging down, her bare tanned legs looking hot, her top showing just a bit of cleavage of her medium-sized tits as she leaned forward. I couldn’t tell what kind of top she had on. It almost looked like a bathing suit. Damn, Kathy, drop the skirt and parade around in your bathing suit for me!

I’ll never forget the evening that I was out in my back yard, and I saw the lights on in Kathy’s bathroom. She was showering, and through the translucent glass I could detect the flesh-colored outline of her naked body, as she washed her blonde hair and soaped herself. Damn, if only that glass had been clear! Kathy was the friendliest of the local women with me, sometimes carrying on long conversations when I’d be out in the yard. Actually, she did all the talking, as I didn’t know what to say to any of these women. But she was a friendly woman.

I clicked a couple of photos of Kathy mowing, and then ran to find the binoculars, and got some better looks of her with that. The binoculars shook when I stroked my cock, so I had to let go of my hardon and hold the binoculars with two hands.

By the time Kathy finished her yard, I was wide awake, but I didn’t get dressed. I alternately peeked out the windows on all sides of the house, hoping for any of the ladies to appear, while alternately lying on my bed and stroking myself imagining Linda or Kathy, or both, seducing me and fucking me. I undressed them in my mind and played with every part of their naked bodies while they smiled and pleasured me in any way I wanted.

It was 11:15 AM when Valerie came out of her yard. Her back yard butted up to our back yard, so she was a little further away. Valerie was another blonde, but she had a little more flesh on her bones than Kathy. But she was just about as busty as Linda, and just about as pretty as both of them. Her choice of backyard clothes today was some cutoff denim shorts that were a little tight over her larger butt, and equally as tight over her pussy mound. The binoculars revealed that she had a seam getting sucked right into her pussy slit, or so it appeared to me. Her legs weren’t great, but it wasn’t her legs that I was focusing the binoculars on. It was the tight white t-shirt over her large tits, that showed off every line of her big white seamless bra cups.

Val started pulling weeds in her plant beds. She started with her back to me, as I snapped some pictures of her big denim-covered ass as she bent over. Several times the bottoms of her white panties came into view under her shorts as escort gaziantep bayan tanıtımları she bent at the waist. But the best view was when she bent over facing me, providing me a look into her top, and a sizable amount of her cleavage spilling out over her bra.

I recalled the night that I noticed a light on in Val’s bedroom. Her bedroom is a fairly far distance from my windows. But I could still clearly see her pulling off her top, and then wiggling out of her slacks, and got a look of her in just her white bra and panties. It was a distant look, and she walked into her bathroom from there, but it made Val a favorite jack-off object for quite a while after that. There were repeat performances, and I was able to see her a number of times in her underwear. And just once, she unhooked her bra and took it off, but she had her back to the window, and all I caught was a glimpse of the side of her right tit from behind, nowhere close to a complete tit sighting.

It was about twelve-thirty when Gail appeared in her back yard. Hers was the house next to Val’s, to my left. Gail looked like she worked out a lot. She had straight dark-brown shoulder-length hair, a petite slender frame, small tits, a great ass for an older woman, and muscular calves and thighs. I think I could crack an egg on those thighs. I’ve seen her running in her black spandex shorts before. What an ass!

Today, she was wearing a one-piece lime green bathing suit. I wish it were a bikini, but I’ll take what I can get from an older woman. She set up a lounge chair, and then I watched her rubbing suntan lotion all over her legs, shoulders, and face, getting a few pictures of her as she spread her legs, bent over, arched her back, and other nice poses. What a hottie mom!

I stared at her ass through the binoculars as she laid on her stomach. The bathing suit fabric was stretched tight over her ass, displaying her two irresistible half-globes. When she turned over, I could see only the slightest protrusion of her tummy. For the most part she had a pretty flat stomach for an older babe, and the suit was pulled tight over her protruding pussy mound. While adjusting her towel, she managed to lean over. Her tits were so small that I could see inside the loose top of her suit, to the non-tanned part of her tits, nearly to her nipple. Damn, I’m sure if I were standing right there next to her, I could see her whole tit and nipple!

Before I even stopped to jerk off to climax, I connected my camera to my computer, and transferred the cheesecake shots of the four neighborhood women to my computer. One by one, I pulled them up in my photo editing software, studied them, and edited them. Often with one hand on the computer and one hand on my cock under my pajamas, I cropped and enlarged them, adjusted the brightness and contrast, and otherwise did my best to turn the distant shots into photos that would best display the women’s sexy figures for the sole purpose of my future personal jack off sessions. All four of these women were married and had children. I wondered what their husbands would think if they knew I’d taken these pictures of their wives, and what I was planning to use them for.

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By mid afternoon, while still snooping and photo editing, I noticed a number of cars out front, mostly in front of Kathy’s house and in her driveway. There were also some balloons tied to the lamp post. Kathy was throwing an afternoon party. Why? Eventually I remembered that Kathy’s daughter Jenny was getting married. Perhaps this was a bridal shower or something. Jenny was quite a few years older than me and didn’t live next door, so I didn’t know her well.

It was around 6:00 PM, as I was finishing up with the photos, when I noticed that the party next door appeared to be winding down. There were few cars left out front. While I watched out the window for activity, the phone rang. It was my mom.

“Oh, Kyle, I’m glad that you’re home. I JUST remembered that today was Jenny’s wedding shower. I have a present all wrapped on the dining room table. Can you take it over there?”

“Aw, Mom, you want me to go to a bridal shower?”

“Just drop off the present, Kyle.”

“I think it’s too late, Mom. There’s hardly any cars left out front. Why don’t you just take it over when you get home tonight?”

“We won’t be home until at least midnight, Kyle. Just take the present over there. Promise?”

“Oh, okay, Mom.”

I had mixed emotions. Being a shy kid, I didn’t want to walk in on a bridal shower. But then I wouldn’t mind visiting Kathy in her home, if she were the only one left. I had to deliver the gift, but not before I got cleaned up. I hurriedly showered and dressed, brushed my teeth and gargled a half-gallon of mouthwash, and made myself look as good as I could for a possible visit with the mature mom next door. I threw on a short-sleeved t-shirt with three buttons at the top, escort gaziantep bayan telefonları and some clean white Docker shorts.

I walked the present next door. The storm door was closed, but the main door was open, and I could see inside the foyer. I inhaled, and rang the bell. Kathy walked toward me from down the hall, approached the door, and opened it.

“Oh, hi, Kyle!” The blonde said in her low voice that reminded me of Lauren Bacall. She was wearing a white scooping top, and a white denim skirt that was hemmed at about mid-thigh. “Come in!”

I stayed outside, and mumbled, “My, uh, my mom asked me to drop this off.” I held out the wrapped box.

Kathy didn’t take it. She continued holding open the door for me. “C’mon in. Most of the girls have left. There’s just a couple of us finishing off the wine.”

Her breath definitely smelled like wine. And she had a bit of a glazed look in her eyes and a smile on her face that told me that she’d been drinking quite a bit this afternoon. “That’s okay,” I stammered, although I really wanted to go inside with her, and see who else was there.

“No, come in, there’s plenty left to eat and drink.” Finally I walked through the door, my right shoulder brushing Kathy’s left tit as I slid by her. I probably blushed, but she still had that smile on her face. I held the package under my left arm, and Kathy grabbed my right arm with both of her hands, and escorted me down the hall, to the family room. When I turned the corner, I spotted three other women. They were Val, Gail, and Linda. I was now in the same room with four older women whom I’d been secretly watching all day.

“Kyle!” squealed Val, like I was a long lost relative or something, not just a kid from the block.

“Oh, hi, Kyle,” said Gail.

“Hi, Kyle,” echoed Linda, my other next-door neighbor. The three women were sitting on a couch and chairs, and all were holding wine glasses. There were multiple bottles of wine on the kitchen counter to my right. My first reaction was relief, that none of them acted like they’d detected me watching and photographing them. They actually seemed glad to see me, which was better than being pissed, and even better than being indifferent to my presence.

Kathy led me right into the family room, still holding my arm with both hands. She was also pressing her left tit into my shoulder.

Then Valerie said, “Sit down, Kyle,” and patted the middle seat of the couch.

“Oh, no, I was just dropping off a present from my mom,” I mumbled.

“Oh, c’mon, tell us what you’re up to,” replied Valerie. Gail and Linda issued similar friendly commands.

Kathy somewhat reluctantly let go of my arm, and I sat down on the couch, with Valerie to my left, and Gail to my right. Linda was sitting in a chair to my left.

“So, what have you been doing this summer?” Asked Kathy, who sat down on the coffee table right in front of me.

While the four neighborhood moms grilled me on my life, I absentmindedly looked around at them. Valerie quickly turned towards me and pressed her right thigh against my left thigh. And as I spoke I realized that she also had this distant glaze and pleasant smirk on her face, like she’d also had a bit to drink. She was wearing capris, Cargo Pants I think they are called, covering her knees but leaving her calves bare. On her upper half she wore a white thin sweater cropped tight around her neck, but was sleeveless. It was very tight, and accented her large breasts that were penned in by what I could tell was a white bra. She was looking quite busty. And as I spoke, she pressed her right breast into my left shoulder. It was quite distracting.

To my right, Gail’s left knee was touching my right knee. She was wearing dark blue leggings, or some fabric like that that a lot of the girls wear, but few of the moms. I know it’s a real tight clingy garment usually, and I guess that Gail has the rear end for that. In fact her firm thighs looked good in it. And she wore a white short sleeved top that scooped down real deep, and the way she leaned forward toward me, it fell so low that from my vantage point next to her I could see the top of her white bra as the shirt gapped away from her.

Across from me to my left, Linda looked quite elegant in a long summer dress that was basically black but covered in flowers. It covered her long legs, unfortunately. But it did scoop down in front, and as she leaned forward towards me, she was also exposing some cleavage, and she had a lot more cleavage than Gail.

Kathy sat on the coffee table, her bare knees two feet from mine. Her denim skirt had ridden up, a good two-thirds of the way up her thighs, and I peered down at her bare legs. Just a little extra meat on her thigh, but I thought they looked sexy, as did her calves. Her knees were parted a few inches, and I instinctively wondered if I might get a glimpse of panty.

I was talking escort gaziantep bayan videoları boring sports and school stuff, but Val, with her drunken eyes and wine breath, leaned in like I was The World’s Most Interesting Man, while rubbing her thigh against mine. When I was looking away at Kathy, Val placed her right hand on my left thigh. Woah!

Gail didn’t have very big tits. In fact they were tiny, but she was shrugging her shoulders, which caused her stiff bra to fall open, and with a little glance I could almost see her tit. I didn’t want to be caught by the others, but I couldn’t help taking quick little glimpses in her top, into her bra. She didn’t have to lean forward much. Her bra left a gap so her little titties fell away from her bra, and I could see where her tan line ended and pure white flesh began, down almost to the point where her conical breast sloped into her areolas.

I was torn between leaning forward to see Gail’s tit, and slumping back to try to get a panty upskirt from Kathy, whose knees had parted further. She still had that drunken smirk on her face and sipped wine while smiling at me.

Tit flesh won out over panties, and when Gail put her wine glass on the end table and turned back to me, I went for it and peered down into her top. For my risk taking I was rewarded with the clear view of her right nipple. It was eraser sized and surrounded by just a bit of brown areola. Her whole tit was barely a mouthful, but I got tied up in my words while gawking at the first real female nipple I’ve ever seen, and on an adult woman no less, a pretty one who I was peeping at and taking secret photos of earlier today.

I realized that I had a hardon, but I didn’t dare look down to see if it was obvious because I didn’t want to draw attention to it.

Valerie put her right arm around me behind the couch, and pressed her big tit into me even more firmly. She now placed her left hand on my thigh about halfway up, and rubbed her tit back and forth against me. I could feel the breast give beneath her bra, which did not seem to have much padding.

I just realized that Linda’s long skirt had a slit, and when she crossed her legs the garment had fallen off of her right leg, leaving most of her thigh and calf exposed. There was one of those long bare legs that I had so often imagined wrapped around my head.

Kathy had let her legs spread wider, and she shifted her butt on the table and raised her left knee higher than her right, which caused an even wider gap, and more exposed thigh flesh. And now there they were, in clear daylight, her panties. Silk and shiny. And lavender. Her hands were on the hem of her dress, and seemed to be pulling up on the hems with her palms. With her chest out, it looked like she was posing for me. I could even see the bulge of her pussy mound as the silky panties clung to it.

Gail placed her left hand on my right thigh, so now I had two women with their hands on my legs. And Val’s hand was riding up further. Val had the advantage, because I could feel my cock hanging left down my pants leg under my boxers. Val’s hand couldn’t have been too far from my dick head. But she wouldn’t touch it, I’m sure.

When my mind got too distracted to make small talk, Kathy started gabbing about the party and who had been there. Soon the women got distracted with gossip about some of Kathy’s daughters’ friends that I didn’t know.

And then Valerie’s fingers grazed my dick head. I almost jumped. Her mouth was inches from my cheek, and her tit was sliding along my upper arm. I hoped that nobody else noticed. But Kathy seemed to be looking down between my legs. Val didn’t back off, and in fact she slid her fingers along my hard shaft. Linda didn’t notice at first, but when she did she had a different reaction than Kathy. Linda’s mouth opened, and I thought she might gasp and bust me. But she kept her mouth shut, trying to look away but occasionally glancing down.

Kathy, who wasn’t getting as much action, suddenly blurted out, “Oh! Food! I’m sorry, Kyle, I didn’t offer you anything to eat or drink!”

“Oh, I’m okay,” I mumbled. I didn’t want to leave the spot I was in.

“Oh, but we have all this food left over, you HAVE to eat some. We have all these sandwiches, and pop.”

I realized that I hadn’t eaten all day, spending the day at my windows and on my computer screen looking at photos I’d taken of the four women currently surrounding me.

“Yes, Kyle,” said Linda, go and get some food.” Kathy stood up and pulled me to my feet. Kathy led me over to her kitchen, which actually was the same room in an open floor plan, with just an island counter separating the rooms. The other women went back to their wine glasses and gossip, and I thought the fun had ended. I had just seen one bare tit, one panty upskirt, and had a woman touch my cock. Any one of these events would have made my month.

There was a lot of food on the kitchen counter, and the intoxicated Kathy handed me a plate and told me to grab a sandwich and some salad. I stacked some food on my plate, and Kathy showed me to a stool at the kitchen island counter. “Oh, what do you want to drink?”

“Coke?” I asked.

“Let’s see if there’s any left. We had punch, but it’s gone. And we’ve been through a LOT of wine,” Kathy laughed. There were a whole lot of open wine bottles at the kitchen counter. “If there’s any coke left it’ll be in the refrigerator.”

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(Note: In the first story, Adam, a young college student is working at the same store as his classmate, Janey, who he has a crush on. Returning unexpectedly one evening, he saw Janey and their night supervisor Paula, making love in the back room)

Things seemed to return to normal for Adam after his inadvertent, but very exciting, observation of Janey and Paula through the window of the back room office. He had made it a point to stop by the morning after and clean up the wall and floor of the corner where he had masturbated while watching the two women.

Well, normal except for two things. First of all, every time Adam saw Janey and Paula standing anywhere close to each other images of their bodies locked together flashed into his mind. He also found that now that he knew about their, well, “relationship” was the word, he guessed; that he was able to pick up on subtle clues he had missed before. The two women touched more than he had ever realized. Nothing overt, the brushing of fingers as they passed each other, simple touches on arms and shoulders that lingered just a little, looks exchanged across a display that seemed to shut out everyone else.

Adam sighed to himself whenever he saw Janey and Paula looking at each other like that. He had had a crush on Janey since the first days of high school. Now it appeared nothing would ever come of that. He had always been too shy to ask her out but he had seen her smilingly refuse date requests for years. Well, maybe this explained it. He had never thought that she was interested in other females, but apparently that was the answer to why he had never seen her with a guy. Not one-on-one anyway. She had always hung out with a mixed group and had indeed always gone out of her way to include him in their activities. Pretty obviously now, it was because she liked him as a friend. He had always hoped for more. He sighed again.

Now Paula, Paula he hadn’t known, not personally anyway. He had never looked on her as a woman nor thought of her sexually. After all, she was over forty for goodness sake. He acknowledged to himself that his mind had certainly changed. Her body was much softer and more rounded than Janey’s, but he had been excited by her appearance that night, clad only in a garter belt and stockings. When she had been kneeling in front of Janey and licking her pussy, well, the thought of him thrusting behind her between the cheeks of that full, rounded ass had been as exciting as the idea of fucking Janey’s wet little blonde pussy.

Adam came back to the real world just in time to see Paula looking at him from across the store. One eyebrow was raised in question. He wondered how long he had been staring into space. He tried not to blush as he nodded and began again to straighten the shelves he had been working on when his memories intruded.

That was the other thing that had been more and more crossing his mind since that night. Did Paula have some hint that he had been watching through that almost painted over window? He knew she had taken a look at his crotch when all three of them had been standing together just before leaving that night. It wasn’t until he got into the car that he had noticed the large wet spot in the center of his slacks, left when he had hastily stuffed his cock back in after shooting off. More than once he had seen Paula looking at him with an expression of amusement, mingled with something else he didn’t recognize.

Nothing was said. Janey was just as friendly, and as distant, as she had always been. After nearly two weeks, Adam had convinced himself that he was simply imagining the looks from Paula. He reassured himself that he had gotten away with what he had done that night.

He came into work two Saturday nights later to discover that it was just going to be he and Paula. Janey was sick, the older woman explained. Then she briskly gave him a number of assignments. Between those and the customers, Adam stayed busy all night until after Paula had locked the doors.

“Be sure to come right back after you make the bank deposit,” Paula instructed him. “We have something to discuss.” Adam hesitated at the door, but Paula was busying herself with the day’s paperwork.

When he returned, Paula was waiting, her arms folded under her breasts and a stern look on her face. Adam’s heart began to sink when, without saying a word, she motioned him to follow her to the back room. Once there, she stopped and gestured to the corner where Adam had hidden himself that night.

“Adam,” she said to him. “I have waited to talk to you until I could do so without Janey here. I know she would be terribly embarrassed if I told her that you peeked on us that night. So I want to clear the air, just between the two of us.”

“Paula, I’m so sorry. You have to believe that I never intended to do that.” The words poured from Adam. “I would never embarrass Janey. I mean,” he corrected, “I would never embarrass either of you. I just couldn’t, well, stop myself.” He felt himself escort gaziantep bayan reklamları turning bright red.

Paula’s face softened. “Oh Adam.” Suddenly she giggled. GIGGLED! Adam was astounded. Her eyes sparkled without a hint on anger in them. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist putting you on the spot. I know it was mean of me.”

“How did you know?”

“Well, unlike Janey, I know very well the aroma of a male in rut. When we were leaving I sort of wandered over towards where it was strongest and I saw what you had left behind. I confirmed it when I saw the front of your pants.”

“But you didn’t say anything?”

“No,” Paula smiled. “I didn’t have to say anything. Every time I’ve looked at you in the last two weeks you’ve turned red, whether you know it or not. Just as you are now,” she observed.

Damn it, he was blushing, he knew it. He almost turned and ran, but Paula caught his hand.

“I’m sorry, again. Oh Adam, I don’t mean to tease you, but somehow I can barely resist it.” She quelled her amusement. “I do want to talk to you about Janey though.” She looked around. “I want to sit down. Come on, we’ll use the office.” She teasingly shook her finger in the young man’s face. “But this time you behave.”

Adam followed Paula back into the little office. She left the door open. “Why not?” he thought. It wasn’t like anyone was here but them.

“Adam, I guess you have figured out by now that Janey and I are involved. I might as well tell you that she’s not interested in guys, not in the slightest. She likes you, she’s no kind of man-hater, she just doesn’t see guys in a sexual or romantic light.”

For the life of him, Adam could not keep his attention on Paula’s words. She had sat on one corner of the old desk. One foot was on the floor and the other hung free. She was swinging it back and forth, apparently not noticing that every movement made the skirt she was wearing tonight ride up a bit more. He finally noticed that instead of her usual work shoes Paula was wearing shinny black high heels today. His gaze traveled up and down her leg and his mouth grew even drier as Paula began to dangle her shoe from her toes.

Up and down bounced the shoe. Back and forth swung the leg. Further and further crept up the skirt. Adam was all but hypnotized. If Paula was still speaking he couldn’t hear her.

Suddenly, “ADAM!”

The young man shook himself and frantically looked at Paula. He all but panicked as he realized two things. One was that Paula was looking at him with exasperation. The other was that he had a raging hard-on straining against his pants, the outline of which would be obvious if Paula’s eyes dropped. He nearly covered himself with his hands but managed to restrain himself from drawing attention to his groin.

“Adam, am I going to have to shout to make you pay attention to me?”

“No, Paula,” he stammered.

“Well, I wondered. You look like you were in a world of your own.” She pushed herself all the way up onto the table, a hand braced on either side of her. Adam resolutely kept his eyes fixed on Paula’s face. He almost moaned, having the feeling that her last movements had made her skirt ride up so far that if he were to look at her legs he could see all the way to the junction of her legs.

“I don’t feel like repeating myself, and I don’t feel like shouting again. Come here.” Adam took a tentative step forward. “I mean, come HERE.” The older woman pointed to desktop beside her. “Sit down, for heaven’s sake.”

Adam hoisted himself gingerly beside Paula. Once he was settled, well, as settled as he could manage under the circumstances, she began to talk to him again. In a calm voice she explained to him what he had already assumed to be true. Janey was not interested in guys, at least not sexually. She liked him, she thought he was a nice guy, but he WAS a guy and just not her cup of tea.

Adam nodded at all the right places. He had already come to that decision but it still left him a bit hollow to have it confirmed. He brooded as he listened to Paula.

He also breathed. Paula was wearing perfume. He didn’t remember her doing that. He stiffened as he felt something touch his leg. He still managed to make himself keep from looking down, but he felt there the slight pressure against his leg become a little firmer. The touch was warm, like that of a bare leg against his pants.

Paula was gesturing with her right hand as she continued to talk about Janey. Since she seemed to be looking away from him for the moment, Adam took a chance and looked down. Yes, her leg was touching his. And her skirt was so far up her legs that he could see that, that…

“Holy GOD,” Adam suddenly blurted.

“What?” Paula looked back at Adam.

“Nothing,” he hastily said. His mind was a whirl. It didn’t look like Paula was wearing panties! He was sure he had seen a hint of brown curls. He bit back a groan as escort gaziantep resimleri he felt his cock getting painfully hard.

“Well I hope you’ve paid enough attention to what I was saying to understand the entire situation.” She patted his leg sympathetically and turned slightly towards him. Her leg was pressed tightly against his, her hand just resting on his thigh. “I do want to ask you one thing though, Adam.”

“What’s that?” he managed, hoping desperately his voice wouldn’t crack.

“Are you going to waste that erection on the floor and wall again?” He gasped for air as her hand slid up his leg and covered the bulge in his pants. “Or are we going to do something useful with it?” Now her fingers were stroking the length of his still covered cock.

“Paula,” he managed to say somehow. “I thought, I thought,” he stammered wildly.

“You thought what?” inquired Paula as she swung off the table and around to face him. Her face looked perfectly innocent, even as her fingers deftly unfastened his belt and opened his pants.

“I thought you and Janey were lovers,” he gasped, even as the hem of his underwear was pulled down and his throbbing cock sprang free.

“Well, of course we are silly.” Paula’s hands were on his hips and they pulled him forward until he was standing on shaky legs and she could pull his pants down to his thighs.

“But, but,” he stammered.

“But Janey likes you.” She was pulling his pants down to his ankles. “And she thinks its sort of sad that she can’t do for you what you would like. And she knows that I enjoy guys as well as girls. So she suggested I do this.” And with that, Paula lowered her head, her hair falling across Adam’s groin, and she took his cock into her mouth.

“Oh my god,” Adam breathed as Paula’s lips slid down his shaft. Other girls had given him hand jobs before. He had even had real stick-his-cock-in-her twice, so he wasn’t a virgin. But no one had ever done this to him. He was torn between wanting to close his eyes and revel in the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing him and watching every second of this older woman sucking his cock.

The “eyes open” won. He looked down. Paula’s head was bobbing up and down. He could see as well as feel her lips sliding along his shaft. It felt so incredibly good. He hissed as she paused, her mouth still closed on him, and her tongue began to lick the head of his cock. The suction of her mouth increased and she reached up to cup his balls with one hand.

Adam had never felt such pleasure. His cock felt like it was going to explode as the older woman’s lips continued to slide up and down it. Then he realized that he WAS going to explode.

“Paula,” he groaned. “I’m going to cum.” Her only response was to lean forward, driving his cock all the way to the back of her mouth. He felt the swelling head actually enter the top of her throat. Her nose touched him and she gently squeezed his balls just as he came.

Adam smothered a yell as for the first time in his life his cock emptied itself into a woman’s mouth. He groaned instead, then shuddered as he felt Paula’s throat muscles work. She was swallowing his cum! He had barely dreamed of someone doing that.

Adam wished that he hadn’t come so fast. He wished it wasn’t over. Paula released his cock from her mouth and swiped her tongue over her lips. Then he realized it wasn’t over as she murmured “Let’s see if I can’t get you hard again and quickly,” licked his mushroom head and then began to suck on his cock once more.

In no time at all Adam was becoming hard again. Of course, Paula seemed to be some kind of cock-sucking wild woman and her expert mouth was rapidly having its effect. A vagrant thought passed through his mind. Not that he was any real judge, but how had she got so good at this if she was a lesbian? Maybe she wasn’t? And who cared right now?

He stared down at her. She looked so hot, kneeling there. Her mouth was on him and her hand was up between her legs. She hadn’t worn underwear, he confirmed in his mind. He had never watched a woman masturbating, and the sight was almost as arousing as her the blow job she was giving him.

He had reached full erection again when Paula rose and draped herself over the desk, gently pushing him to his feet. One leg dangled again, the other was stretched on the desk top. Adam stared at the woman’s pussy. Dark curls glistened and he could see the lips looked puffy from her masturbating while she had sucked him hard again. As though she was reading his mind, she reached between her legs again and gently stroked herself.

“Come here, Adam,” she said. Her hand remained on her pussy, but she turned her wrist and crooked her finger at him. In his haste to comply, he forgot his pants were around his ankle and tripped. In a show of lightning reflexes, Paula caught his flailing arms and pulled. She shifted her hips and raised her leg as he toppled towards her. His escort gaziantep bayan sitesi cock met her open pussy and in one movement his weight drove the entire length of his shaft into her.

“Yikessss!” Paula didn’t even attempt to muffle her cry as Adam plunged into her until his groin met the soft swell of her mound. “God, you’re splitting me in two, Adam, and I love it.” She pulled his arms down to either side of her. His hands flattened on the desk top and supported him as he leaned forward, holding her trapped; by those hands as well as the shaft that impaled her.

“Now Adam, now. Pump it in me. Fuck me good, you young stud.”

Adam did his best to comply. As though he was doing nearly vertical pushups, he used his strong arms to thrust deeply inside her. Paula squirmed slightly forward each time he pulled back, until she had positioned her ass just over the edge of the desk, keeping her pinned between it and his body.

Adam’s world narrowed to nothing more than the slamming of his hips back and forth. The older woman had muscular control like he had never experienced before and she was all but gripping his cock, milking it with a squeeze of her pussy at the bottom of each stroke. Faster. Harder. Harder. Faster. He repeated those words to himself like a mantra, becoming wilder and wilder as he fucked the older woman.

He never slowed when she cried out she was coming. He was hitting bottom with each thrust and her cries simply spurred him on. She was coming a second time when his final stroke drove her all the way back onto the desk with himself falling on top of her. He couldn’t tell if he was actually squirting anything inside her, as his cock felt like it was already drowning from the rush of her own juices.

For several minutes the two figures remained locked together. Then Adam managed to lift himself away from Paula. He nearly toppled over again, this time for sheer exhaustion.

“Oh my, Adam. Don’t hurt yourself.” Paula stood on legs that seemed to wobble as badly as his did. She helped him pull his pants up and got him looking normal. Well, as normal as he could under the circumstances. She adjusted her skirt and picked up her shoes.

By silent agreement, they turned off the lights and made their way to the side door of the store. As she unlocked the door, Paula turned and hugged Adam, kissing him on the cheek.

“You are something,” she smiled. “Seriously, Adam. That was wonderful. You have a lot to offer a woman.” She hugged him again, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment before straightening up and looking him in the eyes. “Really, you do. You’re a very nice guy, and a good lover who is going to get even better. They’ll be chasing you in a bit instead of the other way around.”

“But it won’t be Janey,” Adam blurted. Horrified by what he had just said to the woman who had just fucked him all but silly, he tried to apologize.

Paula waved his stammered words away. “Its okay.” She smiled. “I understand. You’ve had a crush on Janey for a long time. Just because you found out about her sexual orientation doesn’t mean that crush just goes ‘Poof!’.” She touched his cheek with her fingers. “I remember what its like to be so crazy about someone at your age. I was like that about my ex-husband. I first met him when I was twenty myself.”

“I never knew you had been married,” Adam said in some surprise.

“It was a long time ago. Things change.” Paula shook herself. “Anyway, let the past remain in the past. You, you young stud, have a future before you. Enjoy it.”

Surprising himself, Adam leaned down and boldly kissed Paula on the lips for the first time. “Thanks. I will. I really do hope that you and Janey have one. As long as you make her happy, then I’m happy. I do care about her.”

Paula looked at Adam with surprise, and respect. “I intend to do just that. Now then, we better get before we’re still here when the morning crew arrives.” They laughed and went out into the parking lot, Paula locking the door behind them. As was his custom, Adam waited until Paula had her car running and was pulling out of the parking lot before he started his own car and left.

The parking lot sat empty for about 5 minutes. Then Paula’s car swung back in and stopped by the side door. She climbed out, unlocked the door, hastily turning off the alarm she had set just minutes before, and slipped back inside. She locked the door behind her and hurried towards the back.

Paula had no more than clicked on the light in the storeroom when a firm little body sprang at her. That body pushed her back to the desk, raining kisses all over her face.

“Oh that was SO hot, darling!” Paula caught her breath and brushed an errant lock of blonde hair from Janey’s face as her young lover rattled on, “I thought I was going to fall through the window, heck, maybe the whole wall more than once.” She giggled. “How in the world he didn’t see me when he left, I don’t know. I was still wobbly, with my blouse open, my skirt around my waist and a silly smirk on my face.”

“Janey, sweetheart, a brass band could had been playing beside you and he wouldn’t have noticed.”

The young woman laughed again. She offered her fingers to her older lover. Paula lifted them to her mouth where she slowly and gently sucked each one individually. As she did, Janey grasped Paula’s right hand and duplicated the action.

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I worked through the day, into the late afternoon. The senior members of my technical team and I got the job done and a major crisis was averted. The production line in China could resume work in a few hours.

I was, of course, very agitated all day. It was so difficult to keep my mind on the work. At home, I’d left Anna, my lovely Anna, in the hands of Uncle Jack – a sexually aggressive bully and egotist with a cock like a horse. She was willing, of course, she had told me she wanted Jack to fuck her… but I felt that I had abandoned her, left her to the wolf. Of course I had to work, it was a crisis. But what was really more important, my work or my wife? I was leaving my wife to be fucked by another, superior, man. I couldn’t get away from the. Nothing would be the same again.

So many times, my mind wandered, imagining what they were doing. At times I felt sick with anxiety and jealousy. A raw fear, a kind of panic, welled up again and again. Was I losing my wife to Jack? What would happen to us? Would she leave me? Would she want me again? Would her beautiful cunt, the centre of her womanhood, be too stretched to feel me? Of course, I was deeply, enormously excited too. I barely lost my little, steely, dripping erection all day. Showing my boy’s penis to Jack had been degrading, embarrassing. But knowing my wife was in my home with Jack – that they were fucking, becoming lovers, and that I had consented this – was mortifying humiliation of a different order. It was deeper, more shameful. I was giving up what made me a man, I was being cuckolded, allowing another man to have my wife. A former me was disappearing – the husband, the head of the household.

At about four o’clock in the afternoon, I got another text from Anna. I excused myself and shut myself in my office. My hands shook as I opened the message. A text read: “You’ve got mail, with love Anna and Uncle Jack.” In my inbox, on my computer, a video clip awaited me.

The shaky picture showed Anna’s breasts in close-up. The beautiful pale mounds shook violently and in rhythm. The nipples were deep pink and erect, the areola almost brown. Anna was making a repetitive high sound – part grunt, part yelp, almost a bark. It was an amazing sound, somewhere between deep joy and pain. It took me a second to work out what was happening. The realisation, hit me with a sudden rush, taking my breath away.

Uncle Jack was pounding into Anna slowly and powerfully. He was actually fucking my wife. The camera, surely our home video camera, zoomed out a little. The picture showed all of Anna’s top half. Her taut stomach, twisted and strained to cushion the impact of the bone-juddering thrusts, her heavy breasts shuddered, under them her ribcage heaved to draw in enough air. Her long neck was tense, her head twisted to the side and thrown back, her beautiful, heavy-lipped mouth stretched wide open. The fringe of Anna’s hair covered her eyes. She was hiding or hidden. I wanted to see her eyes so much, to see in them what Uncle Jack’s huge cock was doing to her.

Jack’s free hand came up and caressed her right breast. At first, he stroked gently from underneath, across the swollen nipple, until the entire tit was in his hand. Then he squeezed down hard. The flesh pressed out between the fingers, the nipple seemed to swell, to project further. Anna groaned loudly. The misshapen breast seemed to collapse, its natural shape lost. Jack’s hand was a horrible clawed thing, with worn, reptilian skin, the nails rutted and slightly curved, the back of it hairy. Age always seem to show on hands. His powerful fingers were almost skeletal… Jack was like a vicious animal, assaulting my wife’s beautiful body.

Anna’s arms were thrown out to the side, holding onto the table edges to brace against the hammering. She was crucified on Jack’s cock, lost in her own world of pleasure and pain.

The camera tilted down. It took a moment to adjust to the change of light, for the picture to reform, but there it was… his enormous cock, purple and shiny, hot looking, driving slowly in and out of Anna. It looked impossible; it looked like the fat end of a roughed-up baseball bat was battering into her mechanically. It was not human, too big, too, too hard, too heavy.

Jack drew back, the muscles on his hairy abdomen tensing, and threw himself forward with all his might and weight into Anna. He stayed there, grinding at her, deep inside her belly. He must have been hitting her right at the end of her cunt. Her reaction was delayed. As he thrust into her, she drew in a huge lungful of breath fast, making a whooping sound. Then, after a pause, she screamed as if she had been speared right through. Her shout of agony went on for several seconds, but trailed off into a growl, and then she was just moaning and breathing raggedly.

The camera panned up again, closing in on Anna’s face until that was all I could see.

Jack’s escort gaziantep bayan numaraları fingers held her chin and turned her face to the lens. He swept the hair from her eyes. His thumb pressed on her lips and Anna opened for it, licking it gratefully, sucking hungrily on it like puppy. He pulled his hand away, trailing the wet thumb to her breast and pulling the nipple until her breast took the shape of a cone. Anna whined again.

He was still now, resting inside Anna. Her breathing became deep and long, almost relaxed.

Anna looked straight into the camera. Her eyes were bright. She smiled a little.

“Timmy, my sweet. Your Uncle Jack has fucked me. He has made me a woman.”

There was a long pause. Anna sighed, moaned, licked her lips, tried to concentrate. Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side. Jack had resumed fucking her, slowly and gently now. She gathered herself and continued in a higher voice, now, breathless, speaking quickly.

“It hurt at first… He is so deep in me, fucking huge my love. It feels completely different from you, so, so… to be filled and stretched and feel it right at the bottom… It’s beautiful, Timmy… his cock is beautiful… he is beautiful… I’m his slut now, Timmy.

Then Jack started to pick up the pace, to beat into her harder and faster. She grunted and groaned, reached her arms up to him. She started to yelp again.

“Come home soon… I want you here, with us… come home, Timmy,” she shouted.

In the background Uncle Jack laughed. The clip ended.

In a rush, I pulled my trousers and underwear down, I stroked my little penis hard six of seven times and came heavily on the carpet under my desk.

**********

I got home at about six in the evening. The house was quiet, and I stood inside the door for a few seconds to try to make out where Anna and Uncle Jack were. I heard nothing. There was a light on in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I heard Uncle Jack whistling some happy tune. He was standing at the counter, his back towards me, making sandwiches.

He was completely naked, the back of his short powerful body on display. His big feet were planted apart and splayed a little. From across the room, I could see the broken, dry skin on his feet and ankles, and his hooked, gray toe nails. Rising for slim ankles, the muscles on his calves bulged, defined and sinewy, like an old cyclist. The skin was blotchy with moles and blood spots. Blue veins seemed to want to burst through in places. His broad buttocks were powerful and nicely formed, but the skin sagged, leaving thin folds at the bottom, where the cheeks met the top of his thighs. His back too was strong, fanning into heavy, barging shoulders. From top to bottom, he was covered in a thin layer of wiry hair, mostly gray now. He combined ugliness and power, vigour and decay. You could see the age, the wear and tear of the years, but also the muscularity and coiled-up, low-slung brawn. The combination, or the contrast, was intoxicating. Is that what had got to Anna? Yes. That and his cock.

“Timmy, you’re back!”

I nearly jumped. I was lost in thought, and hadn’t notice him turn towards the fridge.

I didn’t immediately reply. My attention was captured entirely by his heavy cock, swinging a little as he walked to the fridge. It was about a foot long, nearly to his knees. Its thickness varied along its length, and it looked rough to the touch – the skin was blotchy and the tissue under the skin was uneven. The head was tinged a darker pink. It looked sore from fucking. His white pubes were a mess – matted and sparse in places.

Uncle Jack stood there to let me stare. I was feasting my eyes on his cock for the second time today. I was breathless, so excited. Again, the shame and fear flooded through me.

“This monster has been driving Anna crazy all day, Timmy. She is a needy, gorgeous woman – very energetic. She really likes to fuck. What a gorgeous slut you wife is. She’s asleep in your bed, now. Here, take the tray. I’ve made enough sandwiches for three. I’ll bring the drinks. Beer? After your long day at work, you deserve it.”

“Yes, thanks Uncle Jack. That would be nice.”

We made our way upstairs, me following a short naked old man to my bedroom for sandwiches and beer… and who knows what else. It felt like a nightmare, and it felt perfectly natural too. What would I find, what would happen? I was painfully hard in my pants.

I stood at the end of the bed. It was a mess. The sheet was heavily creased, the duvet and most of the pillows discarded on the floor.

Anna lay naked on the bed, fast asleep. She was on her front. Her left arm was flung up under the pillow, her right hand was tucked under her chin, turning her torso slightly on its side and revealing a heavy soft breast. I fixated on this breast briefly. It was the one I’d seen Uncle Jack squeeze down on hard in the video clip. It looked unharmed. escort gaziantep pornoları Her right leg was bent, the knee pulled up.

She was ravishingly beautiful.. This struck me again, but she was also soiled, used and fucked. Her hair was a terrible mess. All over her body were red marks and bruises, and love bites. There were two red and blue sores high on her shoulders. Bites, I guessed. On her back one long four-fingered scratch. Above her buttocks, there were big bruises. This must have been where Uncle Jack had held Anna tight. Her arse was a hot red all over. Had he spankedher?

With a leg bent, her cunt was slightly exposed. It looked red and raw, and viscous sperm leaked from it. There was a puddle, eight inches across, on the sheet below her.

I just stared and took in every detail. There she was. Sleeping, resting, deeply satisfied, truly fucked. Her lover was settling on the bed beside her.

Uncle Jack sat up against the headboard sipping a beer. His legs were spread again, showing himself off. Maybe with a cock like that your legs were always spread.

“Put the sandwiches down here,” he indicated the bedside table. “And take you clothes off Timmy. We should all be naked in your bedroom.”

I stood there for a few seconds looking at Anna. Then at Jack. He was tucking into the sandwiches now. I slowly took off my clothes.

I imagined how I must look to Jack. Slim, hairless, smooth skinned and tanned, and with the penis of a boy – always erect and dripping, always eager. I always thought I had a good looking penis. I looked down at myself – it’s a about five inches long when erect, circumcised, slim like me, with a prominent head – relative to the rest of it. I had a mole on the top, about half and inch below the head.

He looked at me smiling. Nothing cruel, just amused.

“Sweet, Timmy. You have a sweet body. Your Dad was built like me, but he had a penis like you. That’s why your Mama liked me around. Your Dad used to leave us to fuck, and then lick your Mama clean, drink it all up – that was his thing. He never joined us. But you, Timmy, I think you’re going to join in. You want a taste of this, don’t you Timmy?”

There was derision now, taunting. He was holding his cock, pointing the head at me. Jack was establishing his superiority, again, beyond all doubt.

“Yes. I do Jack.”

It was a relief to say it, to admit it out loud. I smiled at Jack.

“Pull up a chair Timmy. Sit at the end of the bed. I think it’s time we woke Anna up.”

He shook her shoulder gently. She stirred but, didn’t wake. He lent forward and slapped her arse hard. The noise was like a gunshot. Anna’s head rose quickly. For a second she looked confused and angry.

“Jack!” She was groggy, whining. “Don’t do that. You hurt me. Please my love.”

Anna wasn’t aware that I was there. Slowly, she scooted up to Jack and cuddled up to him. Her hand went to his cock immediately. She stroked her finger tips along it and then dug under it to cup his balls. Her head rested on his big barrel chest. Her tongue came out and licked his ugly, hairy nipple. She latched onto it like a hungry babe.

“Anna, Timmy’s here.”

She took a second to register what Jack had said. She looked to the end of the bed and sat bolt upright suddenly. Anna’s arm tried to cover her breasts, and she tucked up her legs to hide her cunt.

“Timmy. Hello. You’re back.”

Uncle Jack burst out laughing. He offered Anna a beer.

She took in the sight of me sitting in the chair, naked and my little penis pointing straight up, wet at the tip. She smiled and relaxed, and sat back beside Jack. She laughed lightly and brought her knees up and open, giving me a clear view of her swollen, red and wet pussy.

Anna looked me in the eyes.

“Oh Timmy, my darling Timmy,” she said, smiling broadly. “I’ve been had by a real man, Timmy.”

Again, her hand reached down to Jack’s cock. Now she held the head inher fist and stroked it gently.

“Look closely Timmy. At my pussy. My properly fucked up pussy. My slut’s cunt – it’s really a cunt now, not a pussy.”

This was a challenge. A declaration that she was a new Anna. Uncle Jack’s Anna, not mine.

She tensed her abdominal and pelvic muscles, her thighs spread a little wider. As I watched, a thick stream of Jack’s sperm leaked from her. She turned to Jack, reached up to wipe some crumbs from his mouth, and lent in to kiss him, lovingly and deeply and hungrily, for a long, long time. This was a shock – her voluptuous beauty and femininity, his ruined, but powerful body, old and ugly and meanly muscled, her lustrous hair, his bald dry scalp, her thick rosy lips,, his thin pales lips, spittle at the edge of his mouth. Yet she was the one going after him, her hungry tongue seeking his.

**********

We sat for about an hour, chatting, eating and drinking.

Anna fussed over Uncle Jack, petting him constantly. In his escort gaziantep portalı presence she became the ditzy, over-affectionate girly slut – talking dirty, touching him all over, always kissing, liking and stoking him- as if her were the most adored, most loved thing in the world. She was in love or in lust, high on his masculinity, on his cock. Also, of course, she was teasing me, humiliating me, putting me in my place, showing me a side of her that I never knew.

Uncle Jack regaled us with stories of his military career, of his adventures around the world. He was definitely the centre if attention, at his charming best again. We were his cock-struck acolytes. It felt like he was the gracious host, and I was the grateful guest.

At one point, Jack asked me about my work. As I told him about the day, the crisis averted in China, Anna put her head on his chest. She brought his cock up to rest on his belly, and cupped a hand around his heavy sack, massaging gently. She started kissing and lapping at the head of his cock. I watched her, mesmerised, as I droned on about work. Anna was turning up the heat, going after that irresistible cock.

Slowly, Uncle Jack’s cock bulked up and grew longer – not by much, but it became more taught, hard. The head lifted off his belly. Anna took it into her mouth. She was working on him slowly, licking around the head, grazing him with her teeth.

I stopped talking. No-one was listening.

Anna licked at him, covering him in saliva. She knelt up, bending over him, serious about cock sucking now. She opened her mouth so wide it looked painful and pressed herself down, taking him to the back of her throat, then drew off Jack slowly. She did this slowly several times, with so much love, with determination and devotion. It was a sort of worship. He nose was flared, trying to draw in enough air. Jack’s head went back and he grunted his pleasure. His heavy hand stroked her head, cleared her hair from her face so that I could see everything. He clutched a fistful of Anna’s hair, took hold of her head to direct her actions, her speed, pressing her down further and further on his cock.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Timmy. Isn’t she great at sucking a big cock?”

This seemed to drive Anna on. She redoubled her efforts, going at him greedily, with a passion, throwing herself at Uncle Jack. Saliva drooled down his cock. Her hair was everywhere, her breathing heavy and ragged. She appeared to want to devour it, started to snort like an animal and choke on him. But she forced herself on. Jack grabbed her head and held her still on his cock. Eight, nine, ten inches of the huge thing disappeared past her stretched lips, the head of it buried deep in her throat. She couldn’t breathe and her jaw was stretched so wide, it must have hurt, just impossible. For a few seconds I was scared for her, what was Jack doing? Then his hands came off her head.

Anna held still a moment. She seemed to push down on him further. Then she came off his cock in a rush. She coughed and gasped. Her face streamed with saliva and sweat and tears, but her sparkling eyes showed joy, elation.

She was in the full rush of her lust.

Urgently now, Anna straddled Jack, sitting on his horizontal cock. It lay across his stomach. It was too heavy to lift off him and stick in the air like my little penis. But I knew it was hard, absolutely rigid now. She bent down to kiss Jack hungrily on the lips. He lay there, letting her do everything, basking in her passion, as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his cock, wetting him. Their kiss went on and on, it was deep and wet and adoring. She climbed further and further up him until her breasts were in Jack’s grizzled face. He sucked and bit her, his own passion rising.

She sat up, on his chest now. She was sitting on the head of his cock now, rocking back and forth slowly, opening herself.

“Timmy, I need you to put Uncle Jack’s cock in me. Is that OK my love?”

I heard every word, but I couldn’t speak. In my dumb stupor, I still realised what I was doing. I had been cuckolded. My wife has taken a lover, an old man. She was consumed by him. I had allowed this, more than allowed it. I was complicit, an observer, and a participant. She wanted me, now, to help them consummate, again, their lust. In this triangle, in this situation, I was cuckolded, neutered and serving them.

I rose to my feet and I knelt by the side of the bed, in line with Uncle Jack’s cock. I looked at it close up. I have never been so excited in my life. Their lust, my jealousy, my need to see them fucking, the raw power of Uncle Jack, Anna’s unrestrained desire. I tried to concentrate on breathing. I had to calm down, or I would faint.

“Good, Timmy,” Anna said, turning to me.

Her hand stroked my hair, gently, lovingly.

“Kiss it.”

I did. Softly, I kissed Uncle Jack’s cock three times. I licked quickly too. My own act of worship.

Anna giggled.

“Good boy. Now, put your face in his balls. The smell is heavenly.”

Anna pressed my face there. I breathed deeply. It was musty. It smelt of man – sweat and flesh, and urine and underneath sex, Anna’s juices, and arse too. I thought I smelt wood, damp wood. It was overwhelming. Not heavenly at all. It was a strong, heavy, masculine smell. It was so, so sexy. I had my face pressed into Uncle Jack’s enormous, hairy scrotum and I was drunk on it.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This continues this series of Anita Tremblay, 62, and her young physical therapist. This chapter contains scenes of playful female domination, lesbian sex, creampie eating, snowballing, golden showers and strap-on use.

*****

I was missing Juan. A lot.

The 25-year-old muscular, dark-skinned and incredibly handsome and well-endowed Latino physical therapist had been my constant for months. At 62, after enduring years of grinding bone-on-bone hip pain, I finally underwent successful hip-replacement surgery – and very successful and beautifully satisfying physical therapy with Juan, the most gracious, thoughtful and proficient lover a woman could hope for. He would come to my house regularly and service me in ways far beyond ordinary therapeutic methods.

We’d done things, so, so many things that I’d hardly ever dreamed about, or dared to, things that took me to sexual heights I never thought possible. He used his incredible oral skills, that magic tongue, lips and mouth bringing me to thigh-quivering orgasm, his fingers, long and slender, flicking their way into my sexual soul, engaging in anal sex – his and mine – and naughtier things like golden showers.

It was all so raw yet romantic, powerful yet gentle, animalistic yet loving. Juan made me better. And made me a better lover as well. How I missed him.

After years of being ignored by my executive husband, and sleeping in separate rooms, Juan’s entry into my life, and other parts of me, was a blessing. But now it appeared to be over. My treatment was complete, the insurance benefits dried up, my heart breaking as I watched him leave that last, lustful day we were together. He promised he would be back, free of charge, as a friend, not a vendor of medical services. But it had been a week since then. A long week, that stretched into a seeming forever.

Then one day, he called.

“Where have you been?” I demanded, regretting the tone of desperation, then tempering it with “I mean…how have you been?”

He laughed, that lovely, light, lilting laugh that always put me at ease. I could almost see his dark eyes flashing.

“My friend, my dear Mrs. Tremblay, I’ve been very, very busy!”

“With…other female clients?” I said with a bitter tentativeness.

“My, Mrs. Tremblay, jealousy isn’t a pretty emotion ordinarily,” he said. “But on you, it’s quite, quite sexy. On you, everything is quite, quite sexy.”

I sighed, smiling. The boy knew how to charm, that’s for sure.

“I’ve left my physical therapy group, and have formed my own,” he said. “It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and it’s been in the works for many months.”

“Really?” I asked. “I didn’t…why didn’t you tell me? Not that it’s any of my business, of course…”

“Well it is, actually, but I wanted to make sure I got it off the ground first,” he said. “And one of my first orders of business is getting new clients, clients I’ve been seeing for awhile. And you, lovely lady, you are my first potential new client!”

“Potential?” I laughed, relaxed now. “No potential, dear boy, it is a reality!”

We talked easily and fluidly, as always, Juan filling me in on what he’s been doing, trying to grow the business before it started, lining up clients, making appointments and hiring other therapists.

“I’ve hired a few select ones, very well trained, very skilled,” he said. “One in particular I would like to bring with me, to see you!”

“Oh my,” I said. “Is he anything like you?”

“No, not at all, in fact she is quite different from me!” he laughed.

My jaw dropped.

“She? It’s a..she’s a …” I stammered. “Juan, you naughty boy! You were toying with me weren’t you?”

“A little,” he laughed. “Her name is Svetlana, a Russian woman, a young woman,

very good at what she does.”

“Is she as good as you?” I growled.

“Oh my, Mrs. Tremblay, in what way do you mean?” he laughed.

I froze, realizing what I’d just said made it sound like I wanted to be with a woman. Which in reality, was something I’d always fantasized about but never had the courage to act upon.

“Oh, no…no not…well, I didn’t mean in THAT way, Juan, I meant, honestly I meant as a therapist, I…” I blabbered. “I didn’t mean…”

“Hmm, didn’t you?” he asked softly, voice thick and sexy and low. “Mrs. Tremblay, I am learning more about you all the time…you like the idea of a female therapist working on you, perhaps a female therapist and…myself, working on you…”

I gulped. Again, he read me perfectly.

“Uh, Juan, I…ummm, I mean…I don’t…”

“Mrs. Tremblay, we’ve always been wonderfully honest with one another,” that sexy voice continued. “Why stop now? I think we’ve opened the door to sexual adventure with you, and this…Svetlana and I, well that’s just another logical step, isn’t it? You strike me as a woman who likes to explore new things, at least that’s been my wonderful experience with you…”

I blushed, smiling shyly, holding the phone away and escort gaziantep bayan haberleri looking at it, shaking my head. And knowing he was right.

“Juan, Juan, my Juan, you understand me so well,” I laughed. “Honestly, I…I have always…”

“But never have,” he finished for me. “Until now. Until tomorrow at 1 p.m.”

“Which is…”

“…our first appointment under my new company, free of charge,” he said. “With Svetlana as my assistant. I trust that will be to your satisfaction, Mrs. Tremblay?”

“Oh,” I said, my voice warbling weakly at the thought of Juan and a beautiful young woman teaming up on me. “Oh my…I imagine it will be…yes…yes of course! 1 p.m. is just…just perfect!”

“We will see you then, lovely woman,” he laughed.

I hardly slept a wink that night, counting the hours until my appointment.

I was fully functional by now, not needing crutches or a cane, just walking slightly unsteadily as my new hip got used to my body, so gone was the need to dress in baggy, dowdy sweat clothes I’d once worn for therapy. I showered, put on a little makeup and slipped into a light dress, baby-blue in color, cut above the knees, spaghetti-strap shoulders and low cut in front – and wearing no panties. I pulled my silvery hair into a pony tail and waited, nervously, like a teenage girl waiting for her first date.

I heard the car pull in and looked out, and Juan, as usual, was dressed in sinfully tight white t-shirt and pants. From the other side emerged one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen, the lovely and lithe Svetlana, tall, six-feet it seemed, willowy but strong, dressed the same as Juan, the tight-fitting top accentuating perfect if not smallish boobs, but wearing a white skirt, short that accentuated her long, very long legs, lean and muscular and smooth.

My pussy tingled at the site of the two of them, and the thought of what the two of them could – and would do.

I raced to the door before they could knock, pulling it open. Juan beamed at me, those brilliant white teeth flashing, his handsome dark face lighting up.

“So good to see you again, Mrs. Tremblay!” he said, turning to the blonde. “May I present my assistant and new therapist, Svetlana!”

“My dear girl, how very nice to meet you,” I said, extending a hand to the smiling beauty, her eyes light green, hypnotic, drawing me in. “Please, come in, come in…”

They did, and I noticed how even more beautiful Svetlana was. She walked by, my eyes drawn to her amazing legs.

“My goodness, Svetlana, you’re so…statuesque!” I blurted. “And your legs, my God, they’re so…stunning!”

“Sank you Meesus Tremblay,” she said in a thick, incredibly sexy Russian accent.

“She is something, is she not?” Juan laughed as we stood in the kitchen. “And yes, her legs…she was a gymnast, and is in fantastic shape!”

“I’ll say,” I said with a leering tone, eyeing her up and down. “Well now…”

I suddenly felt awkward. When Juan had come before, it was under at least the pretense of physical therapy, which he did perform on the way to far more sexual exercises. Now, with the blatant promise of sex between the three of us, it felt a bit tense, at least to me.

And as usual, Juan read my every emotion. He stepped up to me, taking me in his arms and melting my apprehension with a long, romantic kiss. He stepped away, holding my waist, staring at me as I felt the air escape my lungs in a long sigh. Svetlana watched, smiling.

“Oh my goodness, Juan,” I giggled, melting in his arms.

“No need to be nervous, Mrs. Tremblay,” he smiled, as I noticed Svetlana looking on appreciatively, a smile on her own pretty face. “We are here to please you…”

“I’ll bet…but where?” I asked softly.

He led me to the living room, and with a sweep of his arm said, “This should suffice nicely, and provide a nice break from the bedroom, where it may be too crowded for the three of us!”

The three of us. How naughty that sounded as I watched Svetlana spread out a very large quilted blanket on the floor that she’d had rolled up under her arm. She bent to straighten it out, her skirt riding up, revealing the bunched tight muscles of her hamstrings.

I groaned. Juan noticed.

“Beautiful aren’t they..isn’t she?” he asked, arm around me. “She’s very flexible, too. Svetlana, show Mrs. Tremblay, would you?”

“Pleasure all mine,” Svetlana said.

My eyes bulged as she stood on one foot and extended the other leg, that impossibly long, smooth, muscular and stunning leg, up, holding it in two hands, a perfect standing split – which not only revealed every inch of those luscious limbs but the tiniest white thong panty between them, barely covering what appeared to be a smoothly shaven pussy.

“Wow,” I hissed. “That’s…so…sexy…”

She smiled and dropped the leg down and slowly spread both, executing another perfect split, flat on the blanket, facing away, affording escort gaziantep hikayeleri me the incredible view of not just those legs, but the most perfect, the most round, the most smooth, the most shapely ass I have ever seen.

“Oh my goodness,” I groaned. “She’s…incredible…”

“And a pretty good therapist, too!” Juan laughed. Now, shall we get you more comfortable?”

Delicately, he peeled down the straps of my dress, gently shucking it from me, dropping it to the floor and standing back to admire me, the way he always did, the way I always loved. Svetlana stood, nodding her approval, smiling as she looked into the thick thatch of my unshaven pussy.

Self-consciously, I covered it with my hands. Svetlana walked to me, smiling, looking into my eyes and gently pulling my hands away. She ran her long fingers through my pubic hair, making my entire body shudder, my eyelids fluttering.

“Beautiful, Meesus Tremblay,” she hissed, kissing me ever-so-gently on the lips, a teasing first kiss, a flicker of tongue over them. “So natural, so lovely…”

She ran them deeper, and my body shook. She fingered me briefly, lifting them to our faces, licking them, letting me lick them, and smelling my scent, fresh and bright.

“So lovely,” she cooed, stepping away.

“Now, let us get you stretched a bit, shall we?” Juan laughed.

They both stripped as I lay back, legs spread, waiting and marveling at their tight, young, beautiful bodies, Svetlana’s lean and sinewy, Juan’s muscular and thick. Between her legs was the loveliest trimmed bush, and between Juan’s a hanging rope of soft flesh, long and snaked with a thick vein.

They knelt at my feet and slowly pushed my legs up, stretching them, holding them against their naked bodies, pressing into my thighs. I felt my slit open wantonly, the cool rush of air a contrast with the moist heat of my pussy.

“Very good, Meesus Tremblay,” Svetlana said in that increasingly sexy accent, smiling at me. “You are coming along quite well.”

“Isn’t she, though?” Juan said as they both pushed into my legs a bit harder, my pussy widening, aching for touch.

And it came, both their hands dipping between my thighs, stroking my slit, Juan’s nimble fingers entering me as Svetlana expertly clenched my engorge clit between her thumb and forefinger, gently and insistently, in a circular pattern on the oily nub.

“Oh…oh my God…you two…fantastic…just fantastic!” I growled.

With their other hands, they reached for my tits, tweaking and twisting my thick brown nipples with just enough force to border on hurting, that delicious demarcation between pain and pleasure, and soon, with the efforts of their four hands magically working me, and Juan’s now rock-hard cock pressing against my thigh, I came. A gentle, but forceful orgasm swept over me, and I grunted, eyes closed, biting my upper lip as they worked me.

“Beautiful,” Svetlana sighed, as she and Juan let my legs drop and she lay beside me, caressing my legs and pussy, licking the tit closest to her, closing her lips around the nipple to suckle.

“I think I will let Svetlana take over for awhile, Mrs. Tremblay, is that all right?” Juan said, sitting on the nearby couch, his long cock drooping between his young thighs.

“Oh…oh yes…Juan, of course, of course,” I giggled.

Svetlana continued to nurse at my old breast, ignoring the sagging and slightly wrinkled flesh I had so long despised, as I looked down at hers, so firm, supple, smooth. She ran her fingers into my sex again, making me shudder, now mouthing the meaty flesh of my boobs, lapping them, devouring them, moving between and over to the other. And in the process, lying completely atop me, head bent to suckle my boobs, her shaven pussy mashed firmly against mine.

“OH MY GOD!” I shrieked, as she pumped her hips slowly, gyrating, her clit on mine, the pleasure decidedly different than anything I’d ever felt, and out-of-this-world wonderful.

I felt electric jolts course through my body as Svetlana worked her hips in circles, pumping her clit against mine. She slipped her left thigh to the outside of my right, and ground harder, more insistently, now licking up my chest to suck the warm fleshy folds of my neck, another area of my body I didn’t like but which Juan had adored as well. She nibbled the meat of my throat, tongue washing over it, up and over my chin and into my waiting, moaning mouth.

My eyes were open, wide and wanting, locked onto her sultry ones. Our lips together, I felt hers twist into a small smile as she kissed me.

“This is known as tribbing, Mrs. Tremblay, when one woman presses her sex into another’s,” Juan said, his voice distant to me now as Svetlana continued to work me. “And this position, this is a scissors, legs entwined, and provides a good stretch as well.”

It was, as Svetlana, my beautiful young Russian blonde therapist, pressed into me, my right thigh bending up, stretching, escort gaziantep bayan ilanları relaxing. She continued to kiss me for long, sexy moments, groaning into my mouth, chewing playfully at my tongue, thrusting her long one deeper and harder. She finally broke the kiss, leaning up but continuing to press down with her pussy into mine, pumping. My right leg was stretched up against her lithe body as she tribbed me, making me crazy with lust and need. She ran her tongue up my calf to the wrinkled sole of that foot.

“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed, pumping up into her as she pumped down into me, our cunts, one hairy, one silky smooth, grinding, soaking wet, squishing noisily together.

She lapped at my heel, sucking it, licking up and between my toes, holding that foot in both hands, worshipping it with her mouth and lips and tongue, running it over each toe, then sucking each one like a small cock. It was pleasure like I’d never felt it before. I found myself screaming in one giant orgasm as she now slammed her pussy into mine, fucking me, harder and faster, cumming herself. Finally, it was over and she slowed her thrusts until our pussies, soaking and hot, lay flush against the other.

She pulled her mouth off my foot, gently laying my leg down, then lying atop me.

“Was zat good?” she giggled, kissing me.

“Soooooo good, Svetlana,” I laughed, wrapping my legs around her, holding her close, feeling her pussy drip her fluids onto mine.

We kissed for a moment longer, then I looked at Juan sitting on the couch, that gorgeous young cock throbbing, rock hard and ready. I curled a finger at him and he laughed, shuffling toward me on his knees.

“I’ve never sucked a man’s cock with another woman’s help,” I snarled, grabbing his and lapping the wet tip. “It’s time.”

Svetlana and I worked him, Juan’s cock between our lips, fucking them, stroking back and forth, the back of his shaft thrusting against my puckered lips, the top against hers. We both lapped and nibbled that enormous meaty pole, down to his massive balls, each of us taking one in our mouths, sucking, licking, feasting on their fleshiness.

“Oh my God…Mrs. Tremblay…Svetlana…” he groaned.

“Not yet, young man,” I warned, biting his ball until he winced.

I pushed Svetlana away and moved to grab Juan’s hips, pulling him over my face. I was a woman possessed by now. In our previous sessions, I’d licked Juan’s tasty ass and fucked him with a strap on he’d brought along. It was now time to do it all again.

“Oh my GOD, Mrs. Tremblay!” Juan roared as he sat firmly on my face, my tongue instantly skewering his beautiful, tight young asshole, devouring it, twisting my head around to drill him deeper and wetter and faster.

I screamed with pleasure myself as now Svetlana nestled her face between my spread thighs, diving in, stabbing my wet cunt with that impossibly long, talented tongue, moaning as she pressed her nose into my clit. It was sensory overload as her beautiful mouth worked me, and mine sucked and devoured Juan’s asshole, his long cock thrusting between my tits as I held them together.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!!” I screamed, Svetlana’s superb tongue lashing me deeper and harder, now flickering up my lips, hers attaching to my clit, sucking it inside where her tongue lashed it. “FUCK!!”

I came hard against her munching mouth, squeezing my thighs shut on her ears, pressing my gushing sex into her, filling her with my juices, Juan’s asshole pressed into my mouth, my tongue plunging wetly in and out of it, his cock thrusting between my tits. I finally relaxed my scissoring legs, releasing Svetlana’s head and I felt her licking up my belly and attach her mouth to Juan’s wet cock.

He leaned up a bit to allow Svetlana to blow him, pulling his ass off my face. I circled his hips with my hands and lifted my head up, spreading his cheeks and burying my mouth inside to continue feasting on his delicious young asshole.

“OH GOD!” he bellowed.

I heard Svetlana’s low growl as she took his cum into her mouth, slurping, sucking, swallowing, the sexy obscene sounds triggering my own mini orgasm as the Russian blonde snaked a hand between my thighs, frigging my cunt. I screamed a muffled scream into Juan’s muscular, smooth ass, licking and fucking his hole with my tongue, until we all went slack. Juan lifted his sexy butt off my face and I looked down to Svetlana’s bulging with his seed, some oozing out the corners of her smiling mouth. A trail of cum traced down my tits to my belly, evidence of some she’d missed capturing.

I sat up, cupping the beautiful girl’s young face, kissing her. She moaned, opened her mouth and let the thick wad of Juan’s sperm sheet off her tongue, into my mouth. We kissed, deeply and wetly, sharing his load, shooting it between our mouths in a sloppy game of give and take until thick strands of goo hung from our faces. And Juan was right there, lapping up the residue, licking my face and chin and then hers, dipping his face to my belly and tits to clean up the rest and returning to our mouths to continue the gooey snowballing frenzy.

“Well now, that was interesting,” I giggled, as the three of us kissed, kneeling on my living room floor.

“And now YOU, dear girl,” I growled, pushing Svetlana to her back and kneeling between her spread young thighs, eyeing her juicy slit and the puffy, eager lips. “Time to return the favor!”

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The following is the first in a series of events that take place on New Year’s Eve. This is an experiment in storytelling and weaving timelines, and will unfold as more stories are added…

THE BASEMENT

Sean looked through his mask at the clock that his sister, Maggie had placed on the fireplace so that everyone could countdown the New Year. His vision was slightly fuzzy from the multiple rounds of beers and shots, but he could make out the big 11:10. The small house was crowded with friends and family for the New Year’s party. This year’s theme was Mardi Gras, as Sean was to be married there in two months. Everyone had come in feathered, colored masks, and beads were on hand to tempt the slightly daring.

Sean looked down and realized his beer was empty. He made his way into the kitchen, just in time to see his cousin, Rachel, flash her breasts for a half dozen partygoers. Sean took in the sight of her full breasts, before they disappeared back under her sweater. He had had a crush on her when he was a young teenager, and she was in her early twenties. The thoughts of her still lingered in his head from time to time. Now he was 24, and she was 33, but she still looked incredible.

His mind though, was brought back into the present, as Rachel’s friend, Ming who he met earlier this evening, unzipped her tight form-fitting red sweater to reveal a tiny pair of braless breasts. She was 35, but did not look it, and certainly didn’t act like it.. Her body was still fit, probably from daily exorcise, and she was not afraid to show it off. Her nipples were rock hard and stuck out like erasers. Another round of hoots and hollers were exclaimed, and Ming was awarded several more strands of beads to her neck. She had been busy. Sean hoped that his fiancée, Kim, didn’t catch him ogling the young ladies, and bee-lined for the fridge to get another beer.

He was stopped, as a heavy hand fell on Sean’s shoulder. He spun around, and came face to face with David, who was to be his best man, and currently completely smashed out of his mind.

“We need more beer up here,” David slurred. “How ’bout some Guinness?” David, unfortunately, was well aware of the fridge in the basement that was always packed with Maggie’s favorite drink.

“All right, David.” Sean resigned. “But don’t make a big deal out of it. I don’t want everyone getting the good stuff.” Sean pulled his feathered mask off and put it on the table. Kim had made especially escort gaziantep bayan sitesi for him, and he didn’t want it to get it dirty while navigating the old basement. As David walked away, he asked, “Have you seen Kim?”

“I think she went upstairs. Said she wasn’t feeling too good”. David sloshed out the words. Sean sighed in dismay. He didn’t want to spend this New Year’s like last, holding her hair back as the clock struck 12.

The fluorescent bulbs that had been installed crackled to life as Sean went into the basement. It was a large open room, with cardboard boxes piled shoulder high that created mini hallways. Sean maneuvered the tight corridors, until he made his way to a smaller room. Inside was the fridge, and an old beat up couch. There was also a pull way board, where Maggie hid her stash of pot.

Sean opened the fridge, and grabbed two six packs of Guinness, and put them on the floor. He closed the door, but when he went to pick up the beer to leave, Ming, who was practically holding herself up by the doorframe, blocked his path.

“Hi, Sean,” Ming said quietly.

“Hey, Ming. Do you need help with anything?” Sean couldn’t figure out why she had followed him down here.

“Well,” Ming drew out the L’s. “I need a strand of your beads.” She pointed to the beads around Sean’s neck. “You saw me flash in the kitchen, but you didn’t reward me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you saw me. And was put on beer duty.”

“That’s OK. I can show you again. A much… closer… look.” Ming giggled and pulled her long black hair behind her head. Then she unzipped her sweater and indeed gave Ming a good look as she walked toward him.

“Ming, I’m engaged to get married.”

“That’s ok, I don’t mind,” She exclaimed, and wrapped her arms around Sean, pressing her chest against his. He could feel her nipples press against him through his T-shirt. She looked up into Sean’s eyes, closed hers, and kissed him deeply. At first, Sean resisted, but in his intoxicated state, coupled with the fact that he had never kissed a Chinese woman before, he soon dispelled any resistance or thought to consequence. His hands wrapped around her small frame, and he pressed his lips back with equal force.

Sean’s hand crept down to the small of Ming’s back, where they rested for a moment. Ming’s kissing technique an expert finesse to it. With her mouth partly escort gaziantep bayan forum opened, she pulled his lower lip in, and sucked on briefly. Their breathing became deeper, as they pull each other even tighter. Sean’s hands were now at the very top of Ming’s ass. He could feel her firm muscle just centimeters away from the fingertips. And then they crept closer, and tightly gave each cheek a squeeze through her skirt.

Ming knew she had this man, and she knew she wanted him. She pushed away, and grabbed the bottom of Sean’s shirt. She pulled it off to reveal his slightly sculpted chest. Her hands traced down through his light chest hair, down his abdomen, and grabbed his pants. With a fistful of trouser in her hand, she led him a few feet to the old couch. As she sat down on it, a small cloud of dust poofed up.

“Now, lets see if this package is all that I’ve heard about.” Sean was too deep in his own world to process her words. He’d never know how Rachel saw him masturbating several years back, and had described the scene in great detail to Ming over Sex In The City style drinks and candid chat.

Ming unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the ground. Sean’s cock was rock hard under his boxers, and Ming reached up began sliding her fingers up and down his shaft through the fabric. His precum dripped out and made a wet spot around the tip of his cock. With expert care, Ming’s fingers slide into the front slit of the boxers, and fished out her trophy prize. It was thick and bulging, and as her hand wrapped around it, she could feel the veins pumping. Sean’s precum was now a slow, steady stream. Ming bent her head in, stuck her tongue out, and licked the entire underside, drinking in his fluid. Her lips reached the head, after what seemed forever. Her mouth opened all the way, and she proceeded to take his flesh to her waiting tastebuds.

Although she had sucked her fair amount of dick in her time, Ming could never control her gag reflex. She had only gotten Sean’s head into her mouth before she could feel the tightening in her neck. She kept his head in her mouth and bobbed softly, allowing her hand to stroke the rest of his cock. She guessed it was about 7″. Not the biggest she’d seen, but still something most men would be proud of.

Sean looked down and watched as the events unfolded beneath him. Being drunk always made him horny, and getting escort bayan gaziantep a blowjob from a different woman for the first time in three years was a huge turn on. He knew he would not last long, and wanted to savor every moment of it. He could already feel his cum building up deep inside, and he knew it would not be long before Ming got the treat she so valiantly searched for.

Ming had lost track of time, and a moment of fear hit her, as she realized that people might be looking for both them, and more importantly, the beer. She released Sean’s head for a moment and whispered seductively, “Cum for me, Sean.” Her mouth was right back where it was, and she increased both the tempo of her mouth and the friction of her hand.

The feeling of Ming’s hand and mouth were wearing down Sean, and he knew that it would only be a matter of moments before he had to let loose his semen. Ming stroked her hand back once more, pulling tight the skin of his dick. It was just the right grip at the right time, and Sean’s cum erupted from within.

The first shot sprayed directly into Ming’s mouth and practically down her throat. It was hot and salty, and Ming pulled her head back from surprise and reflex. She began pumping her hand furiously, as Sean’s cum continue to shoot out. Two more thick streams landed directly on her exposed chest, and dripped between her nipples. The rest of Sean’s cum came out in a heavy stream, flowing across her fingers, and falling unceremoniously on the floor. Sean let out a deep breath, as his mind registered the pleasure induced on him.

And then it was over, and Ming was already wiping the cum on the couch, trying to clean her hand off. “We should get upstairs quickly, people might be looking for us.” She said. “But… Rachel and I are staying the night. She’s too drunk to drive, and I can’t drive stick. She smirked, and reached out to stroke Sean’s limping dick once more. “Well, I can a little,” and she giggled.

She zipped up her sweater with the cum still on her chest. Sean watched with disbelief, and almost came again thinking about how she’d be at the party with his semen drying on her tits. “If you can stay up till 1:30, come back down here, and we’ll finish what we started.” She straightened her clothes, neatened her hair, and licked her lips for any stray cum. “I’ll be waiting for you, you owe me an orgasm. And some beads.”

Ten minutes later, Sean and Ming were back up with the crowd counting down the New Year. Sean stood alone, and wondered where Kim was. He imagined she had passed out on someone’s bed. Sean felt a slight pang of guilt for what he had done, and a larger one for what he would be doing later that night. As the clock struck twelve, everyone cheered. He spotted Ming across the room. She saw him too, and sent him a big wink, before downing a shot with Rachel.

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Here’s chapter two. I’ve got a few chapters planned out for this story. Again, this story contains incest, futanari (dick girls), and forced sex. If you are uncomfortable reading these types of stories, you can exit the story now. Enjoy! (Note! I’ve taken a lot of liberty with biology here, for the purpose of storytelling and smut. Please don’t get upset by my lack of actual science.)

*****

Groaning, Amanda rested one hand on Jenny’s head as the girl took her dick in her mouth, bobbing up and down. Jenny was on her knees, between Amanda’s legs, who sat in her computer chair. Amanda used her other hand to browse the internet, checking her facebook and twitter.

It had been a productive weekend, in Amanda’s opinion. Their mom had left Friday afternoon. Amanda had spent the rest of Friday showing her little sister the video of her she’d found online, using it to blackmail her into some very enjoyable sex. They’d slept together, and all of Saturday Amanda had spent teaching Jenny.

She’d taught her little sister the new rules of the house – If mom was gone, then Jenny was to be naked. If Mom were home or there was a visitor, then Jenny could wear a tshirt long enough to cover herself, or a dress or skirt. But NO underwear. Amanda had made it clear that she wanted access to Jenny’s pussy whenever she wanted.

Jenny had seemed to accept her new position as Amanda’s cocksleeve Friday night, laying there in bed with her sister, but Saturday morning Jenny had gone back to her bitchy self.

*****

Amanda had woken Saturday, and looked over to see Jenny on her computer, looking for the blackmail video. Annoyed, Amanda was out of bed and, before Jenny could react, Amanda had darted the few steps to her sister and wrapped an arm around Jenny’s neck. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make her cry out.

Amanda lifted Jenny up, wrapping her other arm around Jenny’s waist once she was standing. She threw her sister onto her bed, and Jenny actually tried fighting back. But Amanda had taken self defense classes and spent time at the gym, while Jenny’s only regular exercise was jogging and fucking. Amanda easily caught Jenny’s fists, holding her sisters arms down and climbing on top of her.

“Jeez, I’m sorry Jenny, I thought you had learned your lesson last night. Let me remind you, baby.” With one smooth motion, Amanda slammed her dick into Jenny, the smaller girl going silent in shock, her eyes wide. As she held her sister down, Amanda started thrusting in and out, making Jenny moan involuntarily.

Jenny closed her eyes as she tried to hold back her moans, and Amanda picked up speed, her dick pumping in and out of her sister’s cunt.

“C’mon, Jen,” Amanda grunted, “You know you want this. You loved it last night.”

Jenny opened her eyes in a defiant glare, spitting in Amanda’s face.

“Bitch!” Jenny growled, and Amanda froze. Her pumping stopped, her dick still buried in her sister, and Amanda just looked at her sister in surprise.

Slowly, Amanda smiled, and Jenny’s angry expression changed to one of realization and fear. Jenny gasped as Amanda pulled out of her, her dick making a pop noise. Amanda climbed off of her sister, and stood up.

Chuckling, she watched Jenny pull herself into a ball on the bed, backing into the wall. Going to her computer, she saw Jenny had been going through her documents folder looking for the video. She angled herself while standing at the desk so Jenny could see what she was doing.

Clicking, Amanda opened facebook and logged in, clicking gaziantep yavuzeli escort bayan on the little video icon and browsed her files until she found the video of Jenny taking two men’s cocks. Jenny realized what she was doing and screamed.

Jenny leapt out of the bed towards Amanda, but was too slow as Amanda spun to grab her sister’s outstretched arm. She moved quickly, kicking out Jenny’s leg and knocking her to the floor. Amanda was on top of her, holding her arm to the girl’s throat.

Jenny was silent, her eyes wide in fear. Amanda just stared at her, and very quietly whispered to her sister.

“What are you, Jen?”

Jenny’s closed her eyes, sobbing in defeat.

“I’m your… cocksleeve.” Amanda nodded, and got up, pulling Jenny to her feet.

Amanda sat down on the edge of her bed, legs spread and her erection pointing up. She gave her sister a shake of the head, motioning her over. Jenny took small steps, standing in front of Amanda, who took her by the waist and guided her forward. Jenny crawled onto her lap, wrapping her legs around her sister’s waist and positioning her cock against her wet slit.

“You looked pretty skilled in that video, baby,” Amanda said quietly, looking her sister in the eyes.

“You know what to do now, don’t you?” Jenny nodded, and slowly impaled herself on Amanda’s cock. Amanda didn’t do anything, letting Jenny work them both up. Jenny did know what she was doing – she’d done it plenty of times with guys from her class.

But Amanda knew that she hadn’t had a dick like hers before. She could cum a lot more than most guys, and she was confident that she was bigger than most of the idiots in Jenny’s class. Amanda knew that with every thrust, every time Jenny took her dick deep into her, that the girl was getting addicted to it.

“I’m close, Jen, fuck I’m close,” Amanda groaned, her hands going to Jenny’s waist and helping pull her down harder with every thrust. Jenny didn’t say anything, instead moaning as she came close to her own orgasm.

Amanda could feel it when Jenny came, the girl’s pussy tightening around her cock, and she came too, ropes of cum filling her sisters cunt. They sat there, bliss filling both of them, as she shot over and over. Amanda didn’t pull out, instead holding Jenny against tighter as she let loose one final shot of cum deep into her sister’s pussy.

Jenny fit perfectly into Amanda, whose chin rested on top of Jenny’s head. Jenny, recovering from her orgasm, reacted on instinct and began kissing Amanda’s neck. Amanda moaned and fell backwards, pulling Jenny down with her. She let go of Jenny’s head, and she looked up at her sister.

Their eyes met, and they were quiet for a few minutes, just watching each other. Slowly, Jenny inched upwards and, to Amanda’s shock, kissed her. The kiss was hesitant at first, but Amanda was quick to pull her further into it. They laid there, lips locked together, for a while.

After a while, they got up, Jenny groaning as her sister’s dick slid out of her. Cum dribbled down her leg, and Amanda laughed as Jenny noticed it. Out of the corner of her eye, Amanda saw something on the floor. She bent over and picked up the heart collar, realizing that Jenny had taken it off.

“God, you cum buckets, Amanda.” Jenny said, and Amanda just pulled the girl into another kiss. She broke it, and gave her sister a light slap to the face. Jenny fell silent as Amanda fixed the collar baack around her neck.

“Yeah, I gaziantep yeni escort bayan do. Now go shower, and meet me in the living room. We have some new rules to discuss, little cocksleeve.”

*****

After spending all of Saturday showing Jenny the ins and outs of being her personal cum dump – which mostly consisted of being fucked over and over, and doing what she was told – Amanda decided Sunday could be a lazy day.

Knowing Jenny would return to school the next day, Amanda let her new cocksleeve take it easy. She’d gotten a morning fuck out of Jenny, who then left to go on a date with her (soon to be ex) boyfriend. Amanda had ordered her to break up with him, and she knew that Jenny would obey.

When Jenny left, Amanda decided to snoop around her little sister’s room. Going in, she made no effort to hide that she;d been in there. She dug through Jenny’s clothes, tossing out a few pairs of plain underwear and bras, and decided she’d take Jenny lingerie shopping sometime soon. She found Jenny’s stash of toys under her bed, which consisted of a couple small vibrators, a dildo (barely half of her size, Amanda noticed) and a pair of nipple clamps.

Finally, Jenny got on the laptop that Jenny used, going through her sisters files. She didn’t find anything interesting at first, but soon she found something that made her jaw drop. Hidden in a mislabeled folder, Jenny had a collection of pictures, videos and texts.

Mistaking them for a porn collection, Amanda opened the first text document and saw it was an online article. The headline made her freeze – “I married my Futa Cousin, so what?” Amanda read the article, which turned out to be a trashy tabloid piece. But everything in the folder had the same theme.

Videos of futa girls fucking other girls and calling them sister, erotica based on futas fucking their family members, pictures of sluts being taken by futas. Amanda was shocked, not by the content, which was tame compared to some of what she’d seen, but by the fact that Jenny had this.

The final thing she opened was the most shocking one of them all. It was a copy of a research article, detailing futas and their biology. The laptop opened to the last viewed page, which Amanda read in shock.

Futanari – or futas, for short – are known to be exceptionally fertile, both in their womb and their semen. While a futanari may become pregnant or impregnate, a pregnant futa may give birth to a boy or a girl, while a woman impregnated by a futa almost always gives birth to another futanari.

The last part of this section was what shocked Amanda the most.

Futanari have the unique position of being nearly immune to the negative effects of inbreeding. Futanari have evolved the ability to impregnate themselves, by “shuffling” the DNA of the sperm cells to be compatible with their own eggs. This allows them to impregnate female relatives without fear of causing birth defects. While physically possible, this is still frowned upon by society.

Amanda stopped reading, trying to comprehend this. She’d known all of this, it was was an older study that she’d had to read as part of her health class back in school. But the fact that Jenny had this saved in a folder with a bunch of porn? She’d known her sister was a slut, but she’d never imagined Jenny having a futa sister fetish.

Realization slowly dawned on her. She could train Jenny, but she would probably try and get even at some point. But why break Jenny, when she could give gaziantep zayıf escort bayan Jenny the chance to break herself?

*****

When Jenny came home, Amanda was in the living room sitting in the armchair with the laptop on a table next to her. Jenny came into the room, but stopped at Amanda’s outstretched palm. Remembering the new rules, Jenny began stripping. She hadn’t been wearing much, just a hoodie over a shirt and a skirt, with no underwear.

Naked, she went over to Amanda, who had turned the laptop so Jenny could see the screen. Jenny froze, recognizing it as her own, and terror filled her face when she saw the article Amanda had found on it.

“Wait, thats not – it’s, I mean…” Jenny stuttered, and Amanda sighed. She sat up enough to slide her shorts off, freeing her hard on.

“Come here, Jen.” Trembling, Jenny obeyed, and Amanda turned her sister around and made her sit on her lap, lining her dick up with Jenny’s cunt but stopping just short of contact.

“I’m gonna give you a choice, Jenny.” Amanda’s tone was somber, and Jenny was afraid, her eyes darting to the laptop screen. Amanda tossed something onto the floor in front of them, and Jenny recognized the flash drive with the video of her on it.

“I deleted the other copies of the video, Jen. I reported the video on that site, and it was removed. That’s the last copy.”

Jenny held her breath, waiting for the punchline to this joke, but all she got was silence.

“W-Why?” Jenny asked, and all Amanda could do was run a fingertip down Jenny’s spine, making the girl gasp.

“Because, I’m giving you an out. You can take that flash drive. Delete the video. Pretend this weekend never happened. Or…” Jenny trembled as Amanda’s hand worked it’s way around to her front, fingers brushing her clit.

“Or… what?” Jenny asked.

“Or… you can sit down.” Amanda answered.

“You’ll be my little cocksleeve. I’ll break you, and put you back together as my own toy.”

Jenny almost groaned as Amanda’s hand left her, and realized there were no hands on her. She was keeping herself off of Amanda’s dick, which was hovering barely an inch below her slit.

“Well, Jen? It’s your choice.” Amanda held her breath, afraid of what Jenny would do. She knew this was the best way to pull Jenny in. Give her the option to walk away, and tempt her not to. But she was starting to regret this.

As Jenny hovered there, it felt like time had stopped. Then, slowly, Amanda felt their flesh meet. Jenny made no noise as she sank her sister’s cock into her cunt, and Amanda just sat there in shock. Jenny leaned back into her sister, settling into place with a dick inside her.

“I’m… I’m your cocksleeve, Amanda.” Jenny said quietly, hesitantly. That was all Amanda needed. She lifted Jenny up, and slammed her back down, making her scream in surprise. Joy filled Amanda’s heart.

She actually picked her! Amanda stood up and threw them both to the floor, Jenny landing on her hands and knees while Amanda held her waist. She fucked Jenny, making her little sister moan and scream. All she could think of was her perfect little cocksleeve wrapped around her cock.

All of the anger she’d felt towards her Jenny for the years of humiliation was gone, replaced by the triumphant feeling of knowing she’d won. Jenny could do nothing but scream in pleasure as her arms gave out, collapsing forward into the carpet.

Amanda didn’t slow, pounding Jenny’s tight cunt as fast as her hips could move. Too soon, she came, once again filling Jenny up with her cum. She pulled out and stroked her cock,flipping her sister over and shooting the last few ropes of cum on Jenny’s front.

She embraced Jenny, mashing their lips together, and held her close. Her hand wandered to one of her nipple rings, while her other hand made it’s way to Jenny’s wet pussy, which was leaking cum, sliding a finger in.

Amanda had never been happier.

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Note: All characters are over 18

*

The younger sister awoke to the sound of her older sister opening her door, holding several items in her hand, several more behind her back. She blinked, feeling some of the tear stains from earlier.

“Wakey wakey, little sis.” She smirked. “I brought some new toys for you.”

The younger sister moaned a little into the items stuffing her mouth. The last thing she’d remembered was her sister strictly tying her back to the chair and leaving her there.

Blinking her eyes, the nineteen year old used what feeling she had to determine that she wasn’t bound to the chair anymore. In fact, she wasn’t bound much at all, save her arms being bound behind her back and her legs bound together with rope.

“I figured you’d been punished enough.” The older said, sitting down next to her sister. Unable to resist and exhausted from the previous night, the younger simply looked at her sister, glaring a little, which caused her older sister to smirk. “So, I cut you loose, but still kept you on a leash to keep you from escaping me.

“MRRHRMPH (why are you doing this?)” the younger sister asked, not for the first time wanting to know the real reason why her sister kept doing this. Weren’t they supposed to be sisters?

“you look so cute like this.” The older stroked her gently, kissing her forehead. “I want to keep you like this for my own personal enjoyment. I think I’ll take you to the BDSM store so I can get you a nice, tight, and gaziantep vip escort bayan sexy latex outfit to show it off.

The younger sister shook her head on instinct as her eyes widened, not quite realizing that her older sister had removed the posture collar along with the other restraints.

“Oh, you’ll look so cute.” The older sister smirked. “Then, I’ll begin your training. I’m sure by now you understand the sort of things that will come your way should you disobey me.”

“Mrhpmhrph (you’re sick, you know that?)” the younger muttered into the large gags stuffed into her mouth.

“In fact, I think I’ll begin with training you in some simple commands.” The older smirked. “We’ll start with teaching you how to properly how to accept my ministrations. If you learn quickly, you won’t be forced to learn at the party. In fact, if you learn properly, you won’t be made to use it at all. Won’t that be good incentive to work for?”

“something is off here…” the younger thought. “While she seems to be taking this in a whole new direction… there’s something off about it… why is she doing this? This is beyond simple bondage. This also seems unlike her… What do you want to accomplish, sis?”

“Are you going to be good and learn how to use your mouth?” the older asked, tilting the younger’s chin up so she could see her better.

A glare was the response from the younger sister.

“fine.” The older gaziantep yabancı escort bayan smirked, holding up a small remote, pushing the button on it. Instantly, the younger felt a buzzing coming from her nether regions.

“whatever she put inside my holes is buzzing!” she thought in almost a panic as she began to squirm.

“I see you need some persuasion.” The older gave a tiny smirk as she pat the younger on the head. “These are set on low. If you agree to submit, I will turn them up enough so that you can cum.”

“Oh god!” the younger thought as she felt the pleasurable sensations coursing through her. “I’m going to regret resisting and she knows it. I won’t give her that satisfaction.”

She screamed into her gag, clenching her eyes shut as the vibrations continued, threatening to tear her mind in half. But, just as suddenly as they began, they stopped. She felt a wetness in between her legs as she looked at her older sister.

“I think you’ve gotten the point.” She said. “I’ll just remove this now.”

She pulled off the cloth tied around the younger’s face, unbuckling the ball and pulling out the large cloth that had filled her mouth to the brim.

“Now, let’s see if you know how to accept me.” The older said, slipping a hand into her younger sister’s panties, two of her fingers entering her slit.

“N-no” the hoarse whisper came from the younger sister as the older silenced gaziantep yaşlı escort bayan her with a kiss on her lips. The younger was shocked, her eyes widening as she pulled away, thrashing a little.

“Well, it seems you need some more persuasion.” The older smirked, turning the vibrators back on, this time on a lower setting and buckling the ball gag back in. “I’ll see you later.”

“What the hell was that?” the younger thought amidst the vibrations as she squirmed, the wet feeling increasing. “She… she kissed me… what the hell is wrong with her… is this some sick game to her? I… I don’t understand this anymore.”

A sudden knock on her room door alerted her to the presence. She tensed (well, as best as she could while trying to resist the vibrators), hoping that her sister wouldn’t try anything rash.

However, the person at the door of her room wasn’t even her sister. It was another female, this time a redhead, someone the younger sister knew very well.

“Hrrmph? (Carol?)” she asked through the ball gag, surprised.

“Sam?” Carol asked, looking at the younger sister’s, Sam’s, bound and gagged form, a lustful look creeping into her eyes. “Why are you tied up like that? That looks so hot on you. Can I try next?”

“hrnmph (oh no…)” Sam muttered into her gag, realizing this might not be the saving grace she’d hoped it was. She knew Carol was a bit of a masochist, but this really wasn’t the time for her to intervene.

“You gotta do that with me next!” Carol sat down on the bed, rubbing Sam’s clothed stomach, feeling the vibrations. “ooh, are you using vibrators. Oh, Sam, you slut, I’m so jealous.”

“Nrmphmrhrmph (get me out of here!)” Sam muttered irritatingly.

“I should go find some more ropes and tie myself up.” Carol said, her eyes lighting up.

“well, well, well” the older sister said, opening the door. “What have we here?”

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This is part 2, please read Sleeping Sissy first.

“Was that a dream? It felt so real?” As I started to awaken a little more, I quickly pulled up my skirt and inspected my pink cotton panties. Sure enough, the crotch was hard as a rock. I quickly took them off and held them up to my face. They smelt so good, like sweet musky cum. Jacob’s cum? Oh. My. God. It must be! I wasn’t dreaming after all…

“Oh shit! What time is it?” I grab my phone and notice it is 8:00 am and I have to be at work by 9:00. Ugh, I have a killer headache too! Why did I go out drinking last night? I quickly jump up and head for the shower. As I am walking through the hallway to the bathroom I notice Jacob coming up the stairs. My heart is pounding! “Good morning, Jess”, he says, and quickly runs into his room before I even have a chance to say anything back.

I jump in the shower and all I can do is think about last night and what had happened. Passing Jacob this morning didn’t help any and I still have gaziantep suriyeli escort bayan goosebumps. I can still feel his cock rubbing up and down my pussy. I can still feel his fingers inside me. I wish he would have fucked me. I can’t help but be turned on by the fact that my own little brother took advantage of me. Continuing to think about it put me into overdrive and I head towards fantasy land. I am going to be late for work, but my body needs to be relieved beforehand. I start lathering up my body and playing with my round breasts. I keep imagining Jacobs brown eyes, and picture myself rubbing my fingers through his dark brown hair. I wan’t to see what his cock looks like so badly. I want to feel it inside of me. I start getting hotter and start rubbing my clit and sticking my fingers inside. I imagine Jacob raping my ass with his cock. Just then, as I am about to cum, I shove my fingers in my ass and let out a moan. gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan My body is quivering and I have to sit down. I let the water run all over me and continue to fantasize about my baby bro.

I head to work and all I can think about is fucking my brother. I can’t wait to get home…

Finally, after being stuck in traffic and meeting with Tina for a few drinks I head home and it is a little past 1:00am. Everyone is sound asleep, including Jacob. I walk past his room and am so tempted to peak in. The Vodka Tonic’s I had have me feeling extra frisky and extra wet. As I felt my pussy juices trail down my thigh, I didn’t hesitate any longer to head in.

There he was, sound asleep. I stepped out of my satiny panties and unbuttoned my purple top. I took down my hair and started to touch myself. My pussy was pounding as I walked over to Jacob and noticed he was sleeping naked. I kneeled gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort bayan down in front of him and put my mouth over his cock. I breathed my warm breath on it and felt it rise up to my lips. I slowly started licking the head and then the shaft, until I couldn’t take it anymore and his entire cock was in my mouth. I was deep throating it, spitting on it, and jerking it, all at the same time. I couldn’t believe how much I loved this! I could feel his cock getting stiffer and then I heard him moan. I went to lift my head and he pushed it down again; it felt so good to feel him deeper inside my mouth. He pulled me up, sat up and laid me across the bead. “This is going to hurt!” he said, and he took his dick and shoved it in my ass as hard as he could. I couldn’t take the pleasure mixed with the pain any longer and I started to cum. My body jerking and quivering, sent him over the edge, and I felt his warm juices fill my asshole as he let out a, “Oh that feels so fucking good!”

We both collapsed right where we were and Jacob says, “I had been waiting to do that to you all day and night. I never thought it would have been this soon and that you would have come to me willingly. You little fucking whore!”

“I couldn’t help it, I woke up a few times last night and thought I was having a dream. It was only until this morning that I realized your little performance was actually a reality.”

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The story you are about to read is fictional, but based on a real person. I want to offer a special thank you to Brooke for providing the concept, inspiration, and the request for this story. This story contains references to interracial, group, bi and forced sex, as well as submission and family fun. Please don’t read any further if these topics don’t interest you. As always thanks for reading and remember to vote!

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*

The warm June sun shone down on the quad. A soft breeze whispered through the old oaks, sharing secret promises of days to come.

The University was buzzing on the last day of finals. Many of its students were already prepared to head home for their summer break. With only today left to go, cars loaded with student’s belongings littered the clogged streets.

Brooke walked, jauntily through the crowd. She was looking forward to the end of term. At 19 years old she was far ahead of her friends. She was a 4.0 student and worked hard at her extra class load to be almost a semester ahead of her graduating class. The thought had crossed her mind about taking summer classes as well, but she felt she needed a break. With one more professor to meet with she skipped up the stairs to the English department.

Professor Davis sat behind his desk, pleased with the end of term as well. It never ceased to amaze him how much trouble his students had in English. He looked at his schedule log and saw he was clear for over an hour. Smiling to himself he logged onto his laptop and loaded a favorite website.

The screen came up showing images of college girls ‘caught on camera’ in and around campuses. He smiled again casually touching himself as he scrolled through the pages. Davis smiled wider, he especially liked accidental flashing. “Wish that would happen to me,” he thought.

Brooke arrived at the office of Professor Davis and his secretary was no where to be found. She needed an A in this class to ensure she keeps her perfect grades. She sat in the anteroom, waiting patiently. She fiddled, nervously with the hem of her short skirt hoping she could convince Davis to raise her grade. She was just about to give up and leave when she heard a muffled groan from Davis’ office. Creeping to his door she cracked it open to see if he was in. What she saw made her smile with self assurance. Davis was checking out porn, she laughed to herself. From her angle of view she could tell he was obviously enjoying the sites. She closed the door, quietly, and pondered her next move carefully.

Davis was enjoying himself, so much that he risked taking his slender cock out under his desk. As he slowly stroked it, he thought of the young women in his class and how nice it would be to catch a glimpse in real life.

Brooke calmly checked her self. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her thin spring top showed off her prominent breasts nicely. She sprayed a bit more perfume in her cleavage and checked her skirt. OK she thought here goes. She gave her long black hair a quick tousle before knocking and letting her self in.

“Excuse me Professor,” she said, breezing into the office, “I know I don’t have an appointment, but I need to speak to you about my term paper.”

The shocked look on Davis’ face made Brooke smile inwardly. She loved to shock people and this was getting good.

“Who let you in here Brooke?” Davis demanded, “Where is my secretary?”

“I don’t know, sir,” Brooke replied, innocently, “But I just need a few minutes, then I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.”

Davis was suddenly aware his laptop still was showing images and slammed it shut. He was caught off guard, so he forced himself under his desk to hide his exposed erection.

Brooke brazenly walked behind his desk to hand him the term paper. She bent seductively towards him to lay it on his desk. Her angle afforded him a nice view down her top and she was close enough that he could smell her sweet perfume. Davis felt his neglected cock twitch under his desk.

As Brooke walked over to take a seat, Davis’ gaze followed her. He liked her, she was his best student, and very sexy as well. Cock stirring again, Davis looked though the term paper, nervously. He was having a hard time concentrating; his thoughts kept shifting to the sexy, black girl in his office.

“So do you think you can help me sir?” Brooke inquired.

Davis looked up as she crossed her long legs. The slit in her skirt parted allowing him to see more of her sexy legs. He wondered, inwardly if she wore any panties.

“I don’t see what I can do, Brooke,” he replied, continuing to stare at her exposed thigh, “a B+ was a fair grade on this work.”

“Well, sir, if I can’t raise it to an A- I will lose my 4.0,” she pleaded, “isn’t there anything I can do to raise that a little bit?”

Davis’ mind raced through several things, immediately. None of which were prudent or ethical. Brooke took solace in the fact that she saw him wavering. She had a pretty good idea what he was thinking and decided to turn up the heat.

Looking directly at Davis, seks hikayeleri she crossed her legs oppositely, opening the other slit wider then the first. This time she knew he could see all the way up her thigh to her hip. She was excited to see his eyes were still riveted on her legs. She feigned nervousness as she fingered the next button on her blouse, enticing Davis further.

“I would be willing to do anything you tell me to,” she promised, “right now, here if that is what you want.”

Davis was a little shocked, but surprisingly very excited. He wasn’t sure if she was asking about legitimate work or throwing him an innuendo clad offer. His thin white cock, still exposed and hidden under the desk, was twitching madly. It was almost screaming for him to take her.

Brooke saw the all too familiar look in his eyes. She stood up and walked, again, behind his desk. This time putting her hand gently on his shoulder, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“I could help you out with your, growing situation,” she offered bewitchingly, gesturing under the desk.

Davis gaped at her, open mouthed. He had the sinking feeling that he had lost all control of this situation. Brooke took his silence as acceptance and pulled his chair back. Davis felt weak as he was moved backwards. He was soon out from under his desk and accessible to her view. His tortured cock bobbed lewdly, still poking through the opening of his pants.

“Um, Brooke, let me explain,” he begged.

“Shhhh, no need sir,” she said,stroking his tortured cock briefly, “I saw your laptop and completely understand, you poor man.”

Brooke stood up and walked to the office door, locking it before returning to her professor. Davis sat, frozen, watching her sway towards him, unbuttoning her top as she walked.

“How much time do we have?” she purred to him, quizzically.

“Uh……….about an hour,” he stammered back.

“Mmm, plenty of time,” she replied, smiling.

Brooke opened her blouse, revealing her full bosom to Davis’ lustful stare. She gently turned his chair and knelt between his legs, looking sweetly into his eyes.

“If we can take care of this you will be able to concentrate on my problem better,” she offered.

Brooke carefully reached out and cradled his stiff cock in her knowledgeable hand. She looked intently at her professor and absentmindedly licked her full lips. Seeing the anticipation in his face she took his cock deeply down her throat.

“Oh God!” Davis breathed loudly, wrapping his hands with Brooke’s long thick hair.

Brooke loved to give head and it was especially good when she got her way because of it. She happily suckled at Davis’ skinny prick, allowing him to set a rhythm. Urgently he pulled her mouth harder and harder on to him. Brooke could feel his tension building, so she abruptly removed his throbbing cock from her mouth and in a flash, straddled his lap. She expertly slipped his cock between the folds of her naked pussy lips and cooed in her professor’s ear

“Now you know you can fix my little problem, don’t you sir?” she teased, rubbing herself against his stiff cock. “If you make me happy. I’ll return the favor.”

The professor looked up at her with pleading eyes. Brooke knew at this point she had won, but pushed just a bit further.

“Tell me what you want, sir,” she asked sweetly, “What do you want me to do for you?”

Brooke slid her young supple hips back and forth. Davis felt tortured, he needed relief and was beyond any hope of stopping himself.

“I want to fuck your hot, black pussy,” he blurted out, instantly embarrassed.

“Awww, you want to put your cock in my young, wet, black honey pot, professor?” She teased.

“YES, oh God please!” he pleaded.

“I would hope that would get me my A,” she continued.

“Yes, just stop teasing and fuck me,” Davis demanded.

Brooke giggled out loud and deftly slid his raging cock deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. Davis let out a long groan as she manipulated her young and eager muscles to give him the pleasure he wanted. The professor knew it was hopeless to resist, so he openly fondled her large, heaving breasts. He took each nipple in-between his lips, nipping and sucking them in turn.

Brooke was delighted when he started his nipple play. Her breast, and especially her nipples, were hyper-sensitive. She assumed the professor’s skinny cock wouldn’t fill her but at least she could have some pleasure from this.

“You like my big tits, sir?” She harassed him further.

“Oh yes,” came his muffled reply, “I have daydreamed about this all year.”

Brooke picked up the pace, relishing in the feeling of control she had over this man.

“I want to feel you cum, sir,” she beseeched him, kissing him sweetly on the mouth.

She clenched her pussy strongly around his cock and got her wish. His hands shot to her hips and held her to his lap forcefully. Brooke knew better than to just wait him out and faked an award winning orgasm of her gaziantep şişman escort bayan own. Now spent, Professor Davis collapsed against the chair, panting. Brooke kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip seductively.

“I’ll be right back, I have to get cleaned up,” she chirped.

She climbed off his lap and lovingly replaced his shriveled cock in his pants. Replacing her blouse and unlocking the office door, she hummed to herself on the way to the ladies room. Once inside she cleaned her self up, marveling at the amount of cum the dear old professor produced. She was about to return to the office when her need overcame her and she took the naughty pleasure of rubbing herself to orgasm in the stall.

Brooke was surprised to see the professor’s secretary, dutifully, back at her desk. She smiled at her as she entered.

“Hi, are you Brooke?” She asked politely.

“Yes I am,” I replied, curious.

“The professor left you this, he said to tell you, great job and enjoy your vacation,” she said handing her a large manila envelope.

Taking the package, Brooke smiled and thanked her. She was out on the quad again before she opened the envelope. It was her term paper, with the B+ stricken out and replaced by an A+. Brooke smiled widely, thinking “God, men are so easy”.

Cheryl, Brooke’s mother was rushing around her home in an excited fury. Her little girl was coming home today. Well she’s not so little anymore, Cheryl admitted.

Cheryl was a proud mother, Brooke’s grades couldn’t be better. Not bad for a single mother, she admitted proudly. Cheryl was divorced when Brooke was only 8 and just recently got remarried to Leon, Brooke’s step-father.

Cheryl worked hard to raise her daughter, often leaving her alone to go to one of the two jobs she always held. The time apart didn’t seem to affect Brooke negatively and she had grown to be a very self assured young women.

As for Leon, she sighed, he wasn’t what she hoped he’d be. He is charming and handsome, but always a dreamer. She tried to be supportive with all of his ‘get rich quick’ schemes, but always thought if he put all that effort into a real job, he’d be rich.

She did have to admit, as a lover though, he was fantastic. He still had the body of a much younger man, and the stamina to boot. Now Cheryl was no old lady either. It pleased her, darkly, when men, and sometimes women noticed her voluptuous, 38 year old, curves.

Cheryl was never what one would consider modest; she frequently would parade around the house in a short robe or an oversized T-shirt. It was not uncommon for her household to see all of her treasures, she remembered vividly. She and Brooke would chat for hours in her bedroom while Cheryl laid naked beneath her sheets, or walk into the bathroom on each other. Cheryl was happy to have such an open relationship with her daughter.

She sang to herself happily, walking into the living room. Her mood wavered, slightly as she saw her son Tom sitting next to Leon, drinking beer and watching TV. She had just cleaned the room this morning and now there were empty cans and food wrappers everywhere.

“Oh Tom,” she thought to herself, “as shiftless as your step father.”

Cheryl didn’t know how two kids from the same house could be so different. Tom just turned 20 and hadn’t finished high school. He worked, sporadically, never keeping a job for more then a month. He and Leon got along very well; they had the same dreamer’s spirit. She lamented that her relationship with her son was never as close as the one with Brooke.

“Can you two please keep this room clean,” she begged them, testily.

Leon tore his eyes from the TV to stare at her.

“Relax, princess won’t mind a little clutter,” he replied, rudely.

Leon reached for Cheryl and pulled her down onto the couch next to him. He kissed her strongly on her mouth and pulled her overstretched tank aside, freeing her large breast.

“Come on, don’t be mad at Daddy,” he faux whined to her, openly pulling on her large, distended nipple.

“Leon, stop, not in front of Tom” she chided, making an effort to cover herself.

“Whatever you say, dear,” he laughed viciously, releasing her from his grasp.

Cheryl adjusted her top and grumbled off to the kitchen. Leon and Tom watched her go, both of them smiling. Leon knew he lucked out; Cheryl was still good looking and gave into him whenever he wanted sex. He smiled at the memory of making her beg him for his cock on more then one occasion. He’s had her in his truck and even got her to blow him in front of his friends. Yeah, he thought, she is one hot, submissive slut.

Too bad he didn’t get along with Brooke like he did with Tom. Tom was almost like a buddy, while Brooke was very standoff-ish. Yeah too bad, Leon thought, Brooke should be more like Mommy.

Tom left the living room for the solitude of his bedroom. He was still giggling to himself about how Leon treated his Mom. Leon had taught him that women want a strong gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan man, someone to tell them what to do. Tom had to admit he liked it when Leon would fondle his Mom.

Tom sat on his bed and pulled out his stiffening cock. Stroking it, he daydreamed about all those glimpses of his Mom’s fat nipples or her shaven labia. Every one of them, courtesy of Leon. Tom rubbed his cock furiously thinking of how Leon told him she sucked him off in front of his friends. Reaching under his sheets, Tom retrieved a pair of Cheryl’s panties, sniffing them deeply. He renewed his ministrations coming to a climax during his memory of seeing Mom and Sis naked in the bathroom together.

Tom laid back onto his bed, relishing in post-orgasmic bliss. The semen still dribbling out of his spent cock, he secretly hoped he could get into the fun some day.

Cheryl was finishing her chores as she heard the door open. Looking up she beamed with joy at the arrival of her daughter. Brooke breezed into the kitchen kissing her mother on her mouth, lovingly.

“Oh Mom. It’s so good to be home,” Brooke exclaimed.

“Oh Honey, I’m so glad you are,” Cheryl replied, honestly.

The two fell into an embrace lasting several minutes. They broke their clinging hold as Leon walked into the room.

“Look the Princess has returned to her castle,” Leon joked, awkwardly.

Brooke shot him a look of mock hurt and turned back to her mother.

“It’s official mom,” she stated proudly, “another 4.0 semester.”

“Who’d you have to sleep with to get that?” Tom questioned, joining the family.

“Not as many people as you might think, dick weed.” His sister shot back.

Leon watched the interchange smiling. Tom really is jealous of his sister, isn’t he? It’s because Cheryl dotes on her like she does, he thought.

“Hey, When are we going to eat I’m starving,” complained Leon.

“In about an hour,” Cheryl answered impatiently, “let Brooke get settled first will you?”

Cheryl led Brooke up to her room to help her unpack. Her thoughts were filled with pride at how well she had done with her daughter. She was going to an Ivy League school now, and doing quite well at that. Cheryl allowed herself to remember how she got promoted at work. The promotion that allowed her the income and benefits that enabled Brooke to go to that school. She will never regret allowing her Boss to have sex with her in his office. Cheryl knew how to get what she needed and was pleased that her daughter would not have to do the same.

She watched casually as Brooke stripped off her skirt and peeled her top off. Brooke fumbled through her drawers, nude, looking for comfortable clothes to put on.

“We aren’t dressing for dinner, are we Mom?” Brooke asked calmly

Cheryl had noticed her daughter’s lack of under things and gazed intently at her nubile body.

“Mom?” she asked again. “Did you hear me?”

Cheryl was shaken from her thoughts and stared at her daughter.

“Sorry, honey, no we aren’t dressing up for dinner, but you do have to put something on,” she laughed, trying to mask her thoughts.

“Very funny Mom,” she retorted, “It’s bad enough that Leon is always trying to mount you, I don’t want him to have a new target,”

Her brazen answer shocked Cheryl, but not more then the instant image that leapt into her minds eye. An image of her husband mounting her daughter from behind, making her young, ample body shake with desire.

Cheryl shook her head to remove the image and tried to change the subject.

“You look like you’ve gotten a lot of exercise since Christmas,” Cheryl remarked

“Oh yeah, cross country, I ran at least 5 miles a day,” Brooke explained, “I liked it, but it was uncomfortable, too much chest to run all day. I had to wear two sports bras and my coach taught us to shave well.”

Cheryl’s eyes traveled in the direction of her daughter’s gesture and was shocked to see that she had shaved herself. Her shock quickly went to desire as Brooke openly displayed herself.

“W-W-Why did you need to do that,” Cheryl gulped.

“It’s just more comfortable, cute huh?” Brooke countered.

Cheryl was disturbed at her arousal at this never before seen image. She could feel her panties start to dampen as she continued to ogle her daughter’s form. “What is wrong with me?” she thought with alarm.

Brooke flopped onto her bed, next to her mother, her breasts bouncing invitingly as she did.

“If you’re that interested I could help you do yours, Mom,” she offered. Casually.

A new image popped into Cheryl’s oversexed mind as she considered Brooke’s offer. Maybe I should show her how I shaved mine, she thought.

The display in Brooke’s bedroom wasn’t lost on another member of the family. Tom was sitting in his room again, watching them through his mirror.

“Brooke thinks she is so cool,” he thought, angrily, “I would love to take her down a few pegs.” He had to admit seeing her naked stirred his cock again. He’d seen her plenty of times before and was about tired of not getting the relief he needed.

Brooke let her mother mull over her offer as she donned a cotton skirt and a halter. She didn’t bother with underwear this time either. In fact she liked the feel of the top brushing against her sensitive nipples, and it was fun teasing Leon. Well she had to admit teasing Leon was almost as good as teasing Tom, she mused, naughtily.

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