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I have never tried it but I think that I would be really good at sucking cock. Let me know what you think of my little story, people. I hope it makes the boys hard and the ladies wet and open.

Club X is like no other bar I have ever known. It is nothing less than a monument to the nude male form, a self indulgent hedonistic extravaganza. From the outside, it looks like nothing at all but surface appearances can be deceptive. Tonight will be my third visit in as many weeks and each has proved unforgettable and utterly exhilarating, resulting in total satisfaction. But then again, I love to suck cock!

Once past the anonymous surface security I descend a steep spiral stair into a large dome like ante chamber. At the foot of the stairs, I’m met by a well oiled and hairless Adonis wearing nothing but transparent polythene briefs and a leather collar. He smiles and offers to take my coat. After presenting my member’s card and medical certificates, I hand over the rest of my clothing. He stares openly at my cock as I stand naked and relaxed before him.

Set into the wall behind him are rows of miniature erect penises. From these hang an assortment of rubber bands, each one a different colour, like a rubber rainbow. I choose a white one and, as I slip it over my wrist, I smile at his long thick cock, hanging heavily against his thigh. I fantasise about draining his balls and how his cum would taste, before slipping through the heavy velvet curtains and on towards the music thumping in the distance.

I pause in a long tube like corridor, rubbing the tip of my cock with my thumb. The flesh coloured walls are lined with ribbed and veined neoprene which seems to throb in time to the music. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my penis begin to flush with bl**d in anticipation. I give a little pull on my fledgling erection and walk quickly along the corridor towards the pounding rhythms beyond. My cock stiffens with each stride, swinging before me, like a fleshy antenna, pointing the way until I come to a pair of large heavy steel doors, studded and intricately embossed with male erotica. I eagerly push them aside and step into a space about the size of a small aircraft hanger. Welcome to the Club.

At once I’m hit by a terrific wall of bass beats and I pause for a moment to let my eyes adjust, soaking up the scene. A large brightly lit dance floor occupies the middle of the room, heaving with sweaty naked and semi naked dancers of all body shapes and sizes. Above the floor, suspended horizontally from the vaulted ceiling, hangs an enormous golden phallus swaying languidly back and forth and thrusting into the steamy night air above the floor. No one seems to notice me as I stand there naked, my cock standing before me like a well drilled soldier, my cum-hunger building.

To my left and right a series of dimly lit booths stretches into the shadows and as I make my way towards the bar I can hear the fevered grunts and gasps from their occupants. Each booth holds a selection of toys and accessories: butt plugs, anal vibrators, lubricants and oils. Mirrors are scatttered liberally around the room amid a multitude of nude male sculptures and phallic statues. Even the chairs resemble erect penises with bean bags nestled beneath long tall shafts and bright purple crowns atop. In fact, everywhere you look, you see cock.

The spaces between the dance floor and the booths are covered in luxurious cushions and throws of velvet, silk, satin and leather. Here and there are the remains of restraint as the Club overwhelms the newcomers and they readily cast off the last of their clothing, and reservations! The air is laden with pheromones, testosterone and amyl nitrate. The rich heavy smell of semen hangs on the warm breeze as I move through the crowd towards the bar and strong hands brush and caress my body as I slip through the mass of muscle and male flesh.

Abruptly, roughly, when I am almost at the bar, I am pulled forcefully into a corner and pushed firmly down onto my knees. I don’t resist; my white band announces my purpose. Strong hands push my face into well oiled bulging thighs and, all at once, my mouth is full of hot cock. Usually, I would take my time, savouring each moment but, right now, I just need this evening’s first load of semen. I feed enthusiastically on this stranger’s meat, like a starving man at a banquet. My technique is exquisite and almost instantly he is shooting his load down my throat. I drain his balls and want more but, as an aperitif, his cum hit the spot. I wipe my lips with his cock and drift off towards the bar to find something colder to drink.

With the taste of creamy semen still fresh in my mouth, I wait to be served. At the bar, each of the taps has a unique handle cast from the moulds of various porn-star erections. Behind the bar, several huge TV screens show excerpts from hardcore gay movies interspersed with clips from inside the Club. To my right, I can see the Dairy Farm: about a dozen men, their heads bobbing to and fro are milking altıparmak escort the semen from a host of erections poking through from behind the wall. To my left, a tall door leads through to the steam rooms with hot tubs and showers.

I order a tall cold beer and a Viagra. As I stand in the crush, waiting for my order, I am suddenly aware of hands pulling at my hips, pressing what feels like an impressive erection into my back. I reach behind and slip my hand beneath the elastic of his white Lycra briefs. Slowly, I inch my hand down towards the base of his shaft. No pubes, my favorite! Still with my back to him, I take a firm grip on his erection and begin to work my fist up and down his impressive pole. The thin skin of his cock glides beautifully over the stiffened flesh beneath. I hold him there until my pill and drink arrive and, as I turn to face him, I am surprised by a pair of young lips fastening onto mine. A naked and very athletic blonde youth takes hold of my head in one hand and as his tongue darts into my mouth, he skillfully presses our cocks together with the other as I continue to work the third cock between my fist.

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Slowly, our trio edges away from the crowd at the bar and slips into a convenient nearby booth. We part and position ourselves on either side of what I assume to be a newbie as only on your first visit do you cling to your underwear so sheepishly! I have no patience for this and at once I am slipping between his knees. His cock looks enormous set in relief against his underpants and his pre cum has made a small damp patch. Taking hold of the elastic in both hands, I carefully lift the stretching material over his erection and his cock springs forward like an escaping prisoner and lies proudly against his belly. Slowly, I pull down his underpants, scraping the elastic down his pole, scratching his erection with the rougher material while flicking my tongue all over his hips and thighs.

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This stud clearly works out and, with a dick like his, he could have a promising career in porno. His cock is colossal! At least ten inches from root to tip and, without a nest of pubes, it looks even bigger. Up close, like this, it could pass for a baseball bat! I can’t wait. He smells delicious too, the sweet sharp scent of testosterone enveloping my senses as I work my mouth over his hips and towards his meat. As I inch closer, I can feel the heat of his erection warming my face as he tries to guide his sex into my mouth. But not yet, I will make this one beg for release! I resist the very strong natural urge to wrap my lips around his glans evading his insistent, desperate thrusting. I tease him for some minutes, gradually drawing nearer to my target before withdrawing once more.

?His balls look loaded as they pull the smooth skin of his nut sack tight, each one perfectly defined in outline and nestling beneath his thick shaft like a hairless peach. Carefully, one after the other, I scoop them into my mouth. He gasps above me as I delicately suck on his flesh. They feel cool and tantalizingly heavy as they rest upon my warm wet tongue and, as I delicately work them, I begin to fantasize about their sweet juices and the hot cream to follow.

His skin shines wetly with my spit and, as I withdraw, I let my hot breath fall over his nut-sack before kissing his inner thighs, his hips, his belly, my excitement rapidly rising, all the while staring up at the powerfully veined length of his thick hard shaft and working my nails gently over his tummy and torso. Once again, I lower my head. His spunk tube stands proud rising like a tensed muscle and pointing like an arrow straight up towards the domed tip of his cock. I work my tongue over it, flicking from side to side as I slowly begin to creep up his erection.

As I inch up, my Partner-In-Pleasure begins to quickly work his way down over the muscled terrain of bulging pectoral perfection and rippling abs, down and down to the flat smooth lower belly. Our tongues meet over the summit of our Club Virgin’s mountainous manhood, his purple crown peeping out from beneath his foreskin. A surprising amount of pre cum has flooded and pooled on to his belly and glistens invitingly, like a warm lake on a cold day. We dive in, lapping up the yummy-sweet cock juices from foreskin and belly with cum hungry eyes.

As our lips meet over his cock, I take a firm hold of his engorged penis and snatch back the foreskin in one sudden jerk. Above us, we hear him gasp as I expose the delicious purple fruit within. His cock’s eye weeps with joy, a river of salty sweet, sweet tears and, as our tongues wrestle and writhe like mating snakes over his blood flushed flesh, we feast on his delicious pre cum, lashing the swollen tip of his erection as we kiss wildly over his big fat cock.

Taking a firm grip between my teeth, I pull it away from his body and let it snap back, slapping against his tummy with a satisfying thwack! At once, we pounce upon it once more, like bursa anal yapan escort kittens playing with their catch. We can feel his fingers running through our hair as our tongues and teeth glide up and down the thin vein laced skin of his shaft, from balls to tip. He’s trying desperately to guide our mouths onto his glittering purple crown and, just as we have him teased almost to the point of orgasm, a fourth partner joins our group. He clambers over the table, sending butt plugs and lube skittering across the floor then, balancing on the red leather upholstery of our corner booth, he guides his semi flaccid cock towards our Virgin’s face. Immediately, he complies, parting his lips to accept the gift.

This is our cue to up the tempo. I grip the drool covered erection we have been working and, with both hands, I point it towards my partner in fellatio. His mouth is on it almost before I have finished aiming and I watch, transfixed as his lips slip up and down the long fat pole. My cock is achingly stiff as the Viagra begins to take effect and I know that I will be hard for hours; I am in no rush to empty my balls but I am hungry for a taste of our virgin’s hot man cream.

At last, it’s my turn to blow his cock! Eagerly, I suck his length into my throat and, as I suck his hot swollen flesh, I look up and notice our fourth partner working his erection around our Virgin’s mouth, slapping it against his face and pulling his cheeks this way and that with his bell end. I glance up at my tag-team mate, smiling with my eyes as he flicks his tongue over hips, flanks, nipples. Not needing a second invitation, and naturally preferring a nice hard cock in his mouth to kissing, he immediately sinks to his knees before me and scoops up my steel-stiff erection into his mouth in one fluid movement.

His technique is fabulous. His mouth feels so wet and warm and it grips me like a fist as his lips form a perfect tight seal around my pole. His tongue probes and works my erection, flicking, stroking, licking, probing as he drives me at full speed towards my climax. Feverishly, his head works over my crotch as he pumps my foreskin back and forth. I feel so turned on, inspired, motivated. I instantly match him stroke for stroke, gasping, grunting, slurping. I know that our Virgin Clubber won’t be able to take much more and I can feel his glans swelling on my tongue as his breathing becomes labored.

He’s moaning loudly now, much to the approval and joy of the Fourth Man riding his face and, reaching between my legs, I gently encourage the skilled youth working my cock to join me at the feast. I help him up, directing him towards the cock slipping in and out of my mouth, and together we lap at the blood flushed. Above us, his breathing becomes erratic. Thighs bulge and tense. His tummy flattens as he holds his breath. His bell end, deep purple, hot and flushed with blood, swells enormously. He seems to whimper, just a little, before releasing a loud cry of pure pleasure!

Pearly white ropes of hot jizzum leap abruptly from his twitching penis, spraying hotly over our up turned faces and splashing in great white gouts over his belly and chest. My fist pounds his pudenda and his man-milk flies wildly in great looping arcs of tasty protein. Like kittens, we lap up his cream until his cock and tummy are spotless. Then I take my thumb and forefinger and squeeze out the last drops onto the spunk spattered tongue opposite me. He holds it there for me and together with snog once again over the erection, swallowing and moaning in ecstasy as the sperm slips down our throats before scooping up the splashes and drops from our chins, each spooning it into the others eager mouth with the fabulous phallus. It doesn’t take too long before Our Virgin, or should I say ex Virgin Clubber, is fully aroused once more.

I watch fascinated as my partner in fellatio carefully guides this now fully aroused length of man meat up into his bum. Slowly, he slides inch by inch down the rigid pole until he has stuffed the full ten inches into his body and, as he begins to work his hips up and down, I stand up and glance around the Club.

For the first time in a long while, I actually become aware of the pounding music. The flashing of the lights and the pounding of the bass mingle magically with the gasps and groans of pleasure; the heavy scents of man juice and amyl nitrate drift wonderfully in the steamy night air. Above the dance floor, the mighty golden phallus is still swinging purposefully to and fro in time with the music while beneath it a mass of heaving sweaty bodies gyrate and twirl like leaves in a storm. I turn away from our booth and my cock bobs before me like a dowsing rod as I seek out the evening’s next experience.

My mouth feels wonderfully gummy with cum and I take a refreshing slug of beer, emptying my glass before placing it carefully on a shelf beneath an empty table. I head towards the glory holes and almost step on a skinny young bursa bayan escort man lying completely naked on a pile of cushions to one side of the dance floor. His young body is entirely shaved smooth and his eyes grin wildly up at me from behind his sperm marbled face. Thick lumps of creamy semen hang in ropes and loops from his chin, nose and ears. His hair is matted to his forehead in slick sperm-greasy swathes. His chest and most of his belly are similarly decorated. As I watch, two overweight middle aged men approach and begin to furiously masturbate over his prostrate form while he works his hands over his virile body, smearing the slippery mass of cum over his pale flesh, licking his fingers from time to time. It doesn’t take long before the sperm is spraying over him again and as another crowd begins to form around him, I continue on my way.

I head directly for the Dairy Wall, skirting the edge of the dance floor and ducking the random advances of horny strangers. Along the foot of the Wall runs a deep luxuriously padded low red leather covered bench and, about a meter away, a parallel gleaming brass rail is set into the floor to support those who prefer to ride a nice hard cock with their bums. Evenly spaced oval openings, about twelve in all, are cut into the wall. Each one is edged with matching red rubber and leather and pinned with brass and chrome studs. To the right of each opening hangs a short cord of brocaded gold silk to draw aside the small satin curtains covering the glory holes, some of which are separated by small mirrored partitions, for those who like to watch themselves, while the more extrovert can choose the unenclosed positions and display their cock sucking skills for all to see; each one contains a small camera and pictures are broadcast intermittently around the club and are available to purchase at the end of the night, like some kind of erotic theme park.

A host of heads are already bobbing rhythmically over a decent line of erections of all shapes, sizes and colors. I gently masturbate as I soak up the scene and, as I watch some well tanned Adonis take a large heavy load in the face, I spy a space through which three semi flaccid cocks protrude, eager for milking. I don’t care whether or not I have an open space or a mirrored cubicle, and I’m not fussy eater. I waste no time settling in front of a nice long, fat, brown circumcised cock, hanging loosely through the opening like a python chilling in the breeze. I have never sucked a black man’s cock before, not through some bullshit racist principle, but simply because I have never had the opportunity. I must admit though, the fantasy of a white slave man submitting to a black master had my pulse racing a little!

I make myself comfortable and let my breath fall on the deeply tanned flesh. Pursing my lips, I blow kisses along up and down the length of the soft shaft hanging limply in front of semen swollen balls. As I begin to breathe life into this manhood, I reach out and take a gentle grip on each of the two to penises hanging loosely to my left and right; I’m greedy like that.

Quickly, with each hot caress of my moist breath, the testosterone laden blood flows into the gorgeous brown penis before me and gradually, inevitably, it begins to stiffen and rise. I hold out my tongue and, avoiding the exposed darkened tip, I lick up and down the top of the rapidly swelling shaft while simultaneously working my thumbs between glans and foreskins of the two other penises cradled beneath my skilful fingers. Like a snake charmer, I coax his erection into life until is stands majestic before the glory hole, broad and straight and true, like the strong trunk of a mighty tree. I had heard all the legends about the size difference and I can now say categorically that they are entirely untrue. However, although his cock may not be the biggest I have loved, it is certainly the most perfectly proportioned prick I have ever had the pleasure of sucking. I can’t wait to drain his balls.

I wrap my lips around the top of his cock and slowly suck his fat sculpted tip into my mouth. At the same time, my fists begin to work the erections to my left and right and, as I pump the thin skin up and down over the stiffened flesh, I can feel my own pre cum cooling my tender skin as it trickles down the front of my hot hard cock. Nimbly, one after the other, I switch from prick to prick, skillfully sucking each one in turn into my throat while always working at least one with my sticky fists. It doesn’t take long before my performance begins to draw a small crowd of admirers and hopefuls until eventually, I surrender first one then the other to a watching cum hungry cock sucker.

And now I can focus all my attention on the magnificent specimen of the male sex organ which had first caught this cock connoisseur’s eye. Starting at the base of the thick shaft, I slowly drag my tongue up the full length, lingering at the tip and pushing his erection this way and that with my open mouth before beginning again at the base. His erection twitches and recoils at every touch and pre cum flows freely from the delicate slit at the crest of his cock. I tease him like this for several minutes, heightening his arousal and savoring the anticipation, until I am quite sure his balls are aching for release and his bell end is throbbing like a well oiled motor.

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I was sitting on the couch in the family room, bored and lonely. That damn clock, that incessantly ticking five-dollar clock, was driving me crazy again. She was late again. Andrea, dear friend and–at least from my end–love, was half an hour late again.

Desperately I needed to see her again, and yet she was nowhere to be found. I thought of her beautiful face, those elegant green eyes, that silky brown hair. I thought of all the parts of her I’d never had the chance to see. I pictured her in that cute orange bikini she’d worn last summer in Miami, thinking of the way her nipples poked seductively into the tight fabric, the way I could just barely make out what I really wanted to see down below, just a little bit of that perfect camel toe. Finally, I couldn’t bear it anymore.

My right hand shot to my lap, unzipping my cargo shorts and placing my hand on the front of my panties. Already I could feel my juices soaking into them. I brushed my palm across my pussy. Laying down, I knew there would be no further turning back.

As my nipples hardened, my other hand reached up my shirt to greet them, one by one. Fondling my breasts with my fingers, feeling their perfect balance between firm and sensitive, I remembered why I loved even their smallness. And of course I was reminded of Andrea’s larger breasts, D cups as she’d told me with a giggle. How I wanted to touch them in that moment… but I’d held back. Why had I held back?

My right hand by now felt real wetness, fluid far sexier than simple sweat. I could feel the lips of my pussy engorging, my clit growing eagerly, my whole body begging me for more. I slid my panties aside with my thumb, and it was Andrea’s thumb, as she was playfully exploring my body, grinning with such joy at the sight of my wet pussy.

With the same vigor I would someday use to fuck her I tore off the shorts and panties, throwing them across the room, leaving me bare from the waist down, soaking in my crotch, and hot all over. I let my left hand glide down my stomach as my right beat it to its destination, greedily claiming my sizeable clit for itself. The left acquiesced and took up post at the next best place, stroking back and forth across the lips of my pussy.

And I took to rubbing my clit with two fingers; they were Andrea’s fingers, pressing just hard enough to move my hood up and down, covering and uncovering my clit. I rubbed it with my palm; it was Andrea’s palm, pleasuring me just the way she knew. Not to be outdone, my other hand–Andrea’s other hand–began massaging the lips of my pussy, increasing the warmth and wetness even further, gently drawing them open with affection and coaxing until finally it had revealed the full glory of my tight and eager cunt. There my left hand draws a teasing circle around, promising to go inside when the time is right. My görükle escort cunt and I moan with anticipation.

My right hand pulls away, slides up my body; my clit cries out in loneliness. My left hand arrives to satisfy her as I assault the fingers of my right with my tongue. What is not already covered in my silky juices is dutifully coated in sticky saliva, and then my right hand plunges back to its post, where my left barely has time to move out of the way.

This is her tongue, gentle but firm, sweetly caressing me. I begin to moan, softly at first, then growing louder. “Oh, Andrea! Take it inside me! Now, Andrea!”

And two of my fingers, my surrogate, joyfully oblige, plunging in to join the warmth and wetness fully. How I wished I could take them deeper. I pressed them against the wall of my cunt, the other hand rubbing and pleasuring my clit. In two-part harmony they brought me closer to my goal.

Slowly I built up a rhythm, alternating strokes of my clit-hand and pumps of my cunt-hand, building in loud, heavy breathing and hard, tight muscle contractions. Soon another level of pleasure was mine. No longer satisfied with two, I forced in a third finger, feeling my tight walls stretch to meet the challenge.

Soon, my body started to spasm, rippling and thrusting at the place where Andrea should have been. The creaks of the old couch are drowned out by my moans. Before long I am in a full and forceful orgasm, feeling waves of tingling warmth and joy flow through me in a symphony. “Oh, Andrea! Oh God!” I cry, as my pussy vibrates with pleasure.

Unwilling to let it end, I stroke faster, press harder, moan louder. The bliss intensifies, taking me higher, higher, testing the limits of my body and the couch. Then suddenly and finally it hit a momentous peak, a glorious perfection, and warm, sticky cum gushed out of me, pulsing again and again, covering my hands and the cushions. Gradually the orgasm began to fade into sweet and gentle pleasure, and I lay there, cradling my femininity in joyful hands.

As my breathing relaxes, I gently remove my hand, drawing it up my body, leaving a trail of wet loveliness in its path, leaving its mark on my t-shirt. In my mouth it goes, where slowly I savor the sweetness of my femininity, wondering if Andrea could somehow taste and smell even better.

Suddenly I hear a click which draws me out of the bliss. I forgot I’d given Andrea a key! What would she think if she saw me like this?

As the clicks are followed by a creak, I force myself to stand, and begin searching frantically for my panties. At the last possible moment I grab them, turn, and do my best to cover myself, just as she walks in.

But she isn’t upset. Instead she smiles. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jessie.”

“Hi, Andrea. I, um…”

“It’s karacabey escort okay. Actually, it’s better than okay. I’m sorry I’m so late; I guess I can’t blame you for starting without me.” I realized she had her hands behind her back, but the rest of her didn’t look sheepish. In fact she looked really horny.

My eyes went wide. “With… without you?” I stuttered.

“Yeah. You think I can’t tell how you feel about me? You think I’m so blind? I’m surprised you couldn’t tell what I feel. Here. I brought you something, Jessie.” And she brought her hands around to the front, revealing an enormous and gorgeous–and above all double-headed–dildo.

My jaw went to the floor, and I started muttering unintelligibly.

“I hope you like it. I know you like boys too, so I thought I’d get one that looks kinda,” she giggled, “you know. Realistic.”

“Yeah…” came out almost understandable.

“I tried him out already; I hope that’s okay. He’s everything they say he is. And I don’t even really like boys.”

“O…okay?”

“Better than okay, right?”

I decided to nod rather than trying to speak any more.

She drew closer, and so did I. As soon as she was close enough she began stroking my thigh with the dildo and my chest with her free hand. “You can drop that any time, sweetie.”

I’d forgotten I was still holding the panties, still hiding needlessly, and let go without hesitation. Gazing at my pussy, Andrea put on a wide grin, and through her sweaty t-shirt I could see her nipples firm up. Playfully, she rubbed the wetness of my shirt into my nipple, then brought the dildo’s firmness up my leg. “You’re all wet, aren’t you?”

“Wet for you, Andrea.”

And then she kissed me. That moment was all I would have needed; I could have died and felt fulfilled. Her lips conjoined with mine with such intensity, such depth, that I felt–and hoped–we’d never be able to let go. Her tongue caressed mine so eagerly, so playfully, I thought I’d cum right there.

As quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, and a giggling Andrea whispered in my ear, “Well, since you’re all warmed up, it’s silly to wait, isn’t it?”

I nodded like a kid in a candy store who’d just been offered a taste of the finest chocolate.

Slowly but firmly Andrea shoved her gift inside my pussy, its firm girth filling and stretching my cunt. “How deep you want him, baby?”

“As deep as he’ll go,” I purred, taking advantage of my free hands to unzip her pants.

The thought that she had no fear, no reservation, about my body turned me on even more. She pretended to use my clit as support–I knew she was really just pressing it to excite me–as she shoved the proxy cock deeper, deeper inside me than anything had ever been. I felt him pressing against parts of me mudanya escort I didn’t know I had, and still she shoved him deeper.

Fumbling around as spasms of pleasure shook me, I managed to get her pants to come down and drop to her knees. I was stunned, not least by her incredible beauty, as I saw she wore nothing under them but trimmed silky hair and glistening wetness. My gasp was her giggle, and she said, “It’s all yours, Jessie. Do whatever you want with me.”

Happy to oblige but nervous, I let my hand slowly sneak up on her clit, and rubbed it with the rhythm she was using to thrust the dildo into me.

By now he wouldn’t go any further, and was jammed into the back of my stretched and ecstatic cunt. I don’t know how, but somehow I’d managed to take eight inches of my love’s beautiful gift.

She gripped him differently, and pressed him against the top wall of my cunt, expertly finding and pressing my G-spot as if she’d done it a thousand times before. As I moaned she slowly but firmly thrusted him in and out, rubbing my clit as I rubbed hers. I tried to touch more of her, but was much too enthralled by the bliss she was giving me.

Gently but inexorably she took me higher, raising me to a new level, holding me there for a moment, then taking me higher still. Somehow she knew my body better than I did myself.

As I was about to cum, she drew the dildo out a few inches, and I let out a moan of excitement. “It’s not fair of me to hog him, is it?”

“Not at all,” she laughed.

Eagerly I turned around and bent over, displaying for my dear Andrea my taut buttocks, waving them as seductively as I knew how. She mounted me almost virilely, leaning down to kiss my neck and nibble my ear.

But she must have seen from the way I started rubbing my clit that I wanted it hotter than that, and I wanted it now.

Swiftly she pulled away, laughing with delight as she bent and took the other end of the dildo inside her cunt. I could feel her slide him in almost as if he were a part of me.

Immediately we shoved him deep enough for our pussies to sweetly kiss, then slid just two fingers between. I pulled him out of me and shoved him into her; she slid him out of her and pressed him into me. With our free hands we did not neglect each other’s clits, and soon we were perfectly alternating thrusts and sharing cries of joy.

Somehow she came first, and hard; her body’s forceful spasms flowed through the dildo and forced me to follow. The pleasure reached peaks neither of us had ever before imagined, and still we pushed it longer and higher. Each time I considered letting it end, she pressed me harder. Each time she thought about letting it fall, I stroked her faster.

Finally we both could take no more, had no more strength within us, and at the same time let out one deep breath and collapsed like an overloaded bridge.

As we lay in what must have seemed the silliest of positions, sighing and moaning, I couldn’t decide whether to pull away and hold her, or stay right where I was and hope the joy would never end.

I cannot imagine a more wonderful dilemma.

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After that first time with Charles, exploring each other sexually, we seemed to grow even closer as friends. Neither of us acted like a gay couple or anything. We just did so many things together like most teenage boys did. We camped out, fished, swam, hunted, and talked about girls. Of course our new found sexual desires in each other was unmistakable.

About a month or so after that first time, we were once more going through some more porn that had had borrowed from his brother, but this time he had a movie and projector. I had never seen a porn movie before and was really looking forward to checking it out. We sat around, had some smoke to relax a bit and he kicked on the the projector.

It didn’t take long of watching the couple on the movie fucking and sucking, for me to get a raging hard on. I was totally engrossed in it so much so that I didn’t even see Charles moving closer to me. It wasn’t until I felt his hand moving across my cock through my jeans that I looked at him then down at his fully erect cock, sticking out of his zipper. I reached down, unzipped my jeans and pulled them down a bit with my underwear, releasing my hard on. My hand then went right to his beautiful massive cock and his hand went to mine.

We continued watching the movie, not saying a word, stroking each other and enjoying the pleasure. I kept stealing glances at him when the precum wetness flowing from the head of his cock touched my hand. I was wondering how much longer it was going to be before he was going to cum. Charles then slid off the couch and got down in front of me, my hand already missing the heat of his cock. I looked at him wondering what bursa üniversiteli escort he was going to do, but it didn’t take long to find out. He quickly brought his mouth down over the head of my cock moving it around in his mouth for a minute or so and running his tongue around it. It felt heavenly and my groan of pleasure told him so. He lifted off just for a second to smile at me then slid my cock back in. This time he began moving up and down, going almost all the way down to the base. I could feel the back of his throat against the tip each time he went down. I couldn’t concentrate one bit on the movie anymore and was just staring at him while his mouth worked it’s magic on me. It wasn’t long at all before I felt my cum working it’s way up from deep inside me. My breathing got heavier and heavier and he seemed to suck harder and harder on me. Suddenly, I felt the first wave of pleasure hit me as I began to cum in his mouth, throbbing over and over again. He stopped moving up and down on me, just holding it in his mouth as he swallowed my hot seed. It seemed like forever but he soon released my cock from his

lips, a small trail of cum dripping down his chin. I just laid back there on the couch in warm post orgasmic bliss.

Charles then moved back up beside me on the couch, his cock still hard as a rock and sticking out of his pants. We started watching the movie again and my hand found his dick once more. After a short time, he said he wanted to try something

else and told me to lay face down on the floor. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do at first, but laid down for him anyway. escort bayan He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute but soon came back with a bottle of lotion. Still confused at what he wanted to do, especially when he squirted a bunch of the lotion onto his hand and rubbed it all over his erection. He then got down behind me and put some on my ass! Whoa, he wanted to put his cock in my ass! I rolled over in fear and he said to just relax and it wouldn’t hurt. Sounded like he had done this before.

Anyway, I trusted him and rolled back over, giving him full access to my ass. He positioned himself over me and I felt the bulbous head of his slippery cock slide in between my ass cheeks and stop at the entrance. He then began to push against my small opening as I resisted a bit. He asked me to relax and pushed more. I bit my lower lip as his pressure increased. Then suddenly my

asshole gave way and the huge head was inside. Arrrgghhh! It hurt like hell and I asked him to stop! He stopped pushing and kept reassuring me that it would stop if I just relaxed. I tried as best as I could and the pain seemed to subside a bit. He then pushed on deeper into my rectum, filling me with his huge member until I felt his balls against me. It felt like I needed to take a huge shit but all that was inside me was his massive tool! Charles stopped moving briefly allowing me to adjust somewhat. He then began to slowly withdraw about halfway then pushing it back in, each time causing me to groan very loud. After moving in and out a little, he started a nice rhythm, filling my tortured ass over and over. My cock started to get hard escort bursa again, and the pain was gradually being replaced by pleasure as I moaned for him to fuck me. I almost couldn’t

believe that I was enjoying being impaled on him like that. I slid my hand down under my cock, each thrust from him causing my hand to slide up and down it. He was really getting into it and told me that he loved the feeling of my hot ass wrapped around him as he fucked me faster and faster. Charles then tensed up, letting out a loud groan, shoved his cock as far as he could into me, and began filling my colon with his hot cum. On each pulse he would thrust against me, holding me tightly with his arms, pinning me hard against the floor, as he emptied his balls inside me, I erupted with him feeling my cum flowing from me into my hand.

Both of us spent, we stayed just like that for a little bit. I felt his powerful tool begin to soften, then finally slip out of my ass. I laid there with him beside me, both of us lost in thought and his cum leaking from my stretched asshole. I told him that I didn’t know if I wanted to do that again and he said we could talk about it some other time. We both got dressed and he headed home since my parents were due back at anytime.

Charles and I continued our sexual explorations for a couple more years after that in between having experiences with girls, but we never did have anal sex again. I didn’t like the pain of when it started out nor did I like that my asshole was burning sore for several days after. We did, however, suck each other cocks when we had the chance.

Charles went into the Army after we graduated high school and sadly, we lost contact. I never had any experiences with other men, nor have I ever desired to. I’ve been with women happily all my life, but I have often wondered if I ever met up with him again, would we pick up where we left off? I can’t answer that question. He sure did have a beautiful cock, though.

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Betrayal

Emily Goes Home – Ginger Comes Out

*** Week Six ***

Oddly, I woke up Monday morning feeling refreshed. Oddly? The note and phone calls left me uneasy and more than a little confused. But I slept well. I suppose it was a sign my subconscious mind was working on resolutions. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. The scent on the sheets reminded me of who had shared the bed with me. I stayed in bed for a little longer then hit the bathroom. The shower felt good, but not as good as the spend. After, I dressed — skirt and a light sweater, I had breakfast and coffee in the hotel. Oh yeah, I went to the front desk and extended my stay a few days.

Work? Well, to be honest, it was okay. I mentioned to Jodi that I’d like a few minutes with George when he could spare them. She smiled and nodded. I asked how she was feeling; she blushed and smiled. Hmm, someone else got laid yesterday. Tammy took one look at me and blushed. I looked at my coffee cup and raised an eyebrow. Her jaw dropped. She got up, took her cup and mine and brought them back.

I was walking to the conference room; she followed me. I locked the door; she flushed bright red. “So am I to assume that your blush when you saw me means you had a very nice date night?”

“Oh my god Emily, yes … we had the most fun. We went to a lingerie store. I tried on all sorts of things. Jeffrey couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off of me. And I didn’t stop him!” She couldn’t stop smiling and blushing. I was so happy for them both. “After we got home, he had me model everything for him again. Each outfit, each piece, was taken off … oh my god Em, it was a very, very long night. I know that every date night can’t be like that but gosh it was just wonderful.” I knew she wanted me to ask about more details. I wasn’t going to do it. “You weren’t at work Friday.”

“No, Tammy, I took the day off.” I thought about telling her. Maybe I should have, but, ya know what, I just couldn’t. “I’m going to talk to George today and ask about taking some vacation time. I think I need some ‘me’ time. It’s been a little hectic.” I shrugged. I needed something to change the conversation. “So when is your date night this week?”

“It’s Wednesday. The kids have sports the rest of the week. I don’t know what we’re going to do, but it will be hard to top last Thursday.” She blushes at the drop of a hat. “And yes Emily, I went on date night Thursday ribboned. I thought Jeffrey was going to have a coronary. We were in the changing room. I took his pants off, pushed him on the chair, and fucked him. I held my breasts and fed them to him. I told him to hold on to the chair — that he couldn’t touch me. He was a wild man.” Her eyes were wild and hot telling it. “I went up and down his cock so slowly he begged me to hurry. I stuffed my panties in his mouth to shut him up. His eyes went wide; they were soaked.” Her smile was cute and silly. How could I not laugh? This was not my friend Tammy! I’d either started something or brought it out of hiding. Whichever, it mattered not to me. “I was so turned on I came twice. I climbed off him, kissed him, and told him if he moved his hands, I would stop. I took his cock in my mouth and finished him. I held his cum in my mouth, showed it to him, swallowed, and licked my lips.” Oh my god!! I stared; she blushed.

“Wow!! I have to ask this, Tammy. Were the two of you ever like this before, when you were younger?”

She laughed and laughed. “Oh my god Emily, no way; when we were young it was strictly missionary. This is all new for me. That site you told me about?” She giggled. “I’ve learned a few new things.” Is that not just the most fabulous thing to hear? I was so happy for her. Then I got a shock. She leaned in and kissed me. Yeah, that kind of kiss; holy crap, her tongue! What could it hurt? I opened my mouth. She can kiss; I had to give her that. I pulled away. “Emily, that was to thank my friend for all she’s done for my marriage.” Oh you are such a liar girlfriend. That was not a ‘thank you’ kiss. I just smiled and let the lie slide.

I stood, she stood, we hugged and went back to our desks. I looked at Jodi. She held up ten fingers. Ahh! Oh, there’s a thought; I walked back to my desk. “Hey Tammy, do you know any travel agents?”

“Yeah, my sister-in-law is one. Do you want her contact information?” I did; she gave it to me. I pulled the calendar out of my purse like I had meant to last night. Well isn’t this just lovely! My court date is a week from today. Oh well, flights and such are probably better two weeks out. Tammy’s sister in law’s name was Crystal Ellis. I called.

“Do you know where you want to go?” I had absolutely no clue. “Any particular place you ever wanted to go and haven’t?” I laughed. Pick a place; asshole and I hadn’t been there. At least he hadn’t with me. “When do you want to leave?” I mentioned ‘an obligation’ next Monday; I was okay after that. “Okay Ginger, I’ll come up with some ideas, call you and we’ll set a date and time to meet.” I gave her my phone number and wrote down bursa eskort her address. Oh my, they’re only about a mile away. Okay, that piece is taken care of.

I walked to Jodi; she nodded. I knocked and smiled. “May I close the door?” George frowned and nodded. “It’s okay, I’m fine thank you. I’m curious — we just finished a big project. Would it be okay if I took some of my vacation time? My sister reminded me this weekend that it’s been a rather hectic few months for me.”

“Emily, whatever it is that’s bothering you, I just hope you figure it out. Do you have any idea when you might leave and how long you’d be away?”

“Well, I think a couple of weeks should do it. More than anything I kind of need some ‘me’ time.” That had become my pet phrase. The concern on his face spoke volumes about the kind of genuine, caring man he was. When he got promoted I would miss him. “Do we have anything new on the horizon?”

“Nothing I’ve heard of. I’ll let everyone know if something new comes in.” I smiled, thanked him, and left.

I checked my email — nothing yet from my sister. Well, we are an hour ahead. Evil Ginger smirked. Invite Tammy to be lunch. I knew, or at least I suspected, she was ripe for the picking. Excuse the pun. I settled for a nice walk on a glorious spring afternoon. I found a bench and sat.

Lily’s note was weighing heavily on my mind. I think she’s right about Kathy. Kissing Kathy was very innocent — except it really wasn’t. It happened accidentally, it happened because of what Nora did, it happened because I was grateful for being saved and it happened because I was smitten with her. No getting around that. Plus, she had told me she was interested. All that’s fine; what am I going to do about it? That was the part I didn’t have an answer to yet.

There was a part of me that was thoroughly disgusted with myself. I think the low point was getting picked up by Marilyn. Sure I was hurt, alone, and somewhat needy (horny?) but that behavior isn’t like me. I didn’t cheat during the marriage. Could I have? I suppose so. Honestly, I never thought much about it. Mark found me attractive. Maybe I just had my ‘radar’ off … whatever.

It scared me to think about my sister. What she does is her business, but with me? No way. Frankly, her attitude about Janice surprised me. Then again, I hadn’t seen her in a while. I didn’t get any negative vibes between David and Jen. She said their love life was fine; that didn’t mean she wouldn’t stray. Hell, I never gave a thought to being with a woman before Julia! Never! Now I call myself a lesbian. I guess anything’s possible.

I headed back to work. I knew I didn’t have all the answers but I felt better thinking about things. There was email from my sister in my in-box. Shut up! Geez, I’m writing a story here! I forwarded it to my personal email; I would read it at the business center at the hotel. Crystal called me; we talked while I was in the conference room. Could I come by her office after work? Sure, in fact, I could leave a little early. I asked Tammy about her sister-in-law.

“Crystal? Oh, she’s a doll. I hate her.” She smiled. “She’s 39, three years older than I am. She has a couple of kids and she’s not more than a size four.” I rolled my eyes. “You’ll like her Em; she’s a doll. She’s been a travel agent quite a while; she really knows her stuff. I’m sure you’ll like her. Do you know where you want to go?”

“ABD!” Tammy stared, confused. “Anywhere but Dayton.” We both said the last word at the same time. She giggled. “No, I actually have no idea. That’s why I’m asking for ideas from a travel agent. I have to go to court next Monday — hopefully the divorce will be final. After that, I have no clue.”

“Are you sad about the divorce?”

“You’re kidding, right?” I told her about ‘Billy Banging Bambi’ — peals of laughter. I had to shush her. Jodi actually came around the corner with a quizzical look on her face. I waved her over and told her. The three of us giggled like kids. Ya know, you hear of work environments where women are tough to get along with. I have to say, our place isn’t all women but we have a good group.

I got back from my lunch late and left a little early. I found Crystal’s address and parked. The office was on the first floor. I gave my name and said I had an appointment. Crystal came out after the call was placed. Geez — stunning! She had long blonde hair, startling blue eyes, long, thick lashes, an ample bust and was very slender. This woman is thirty nine? Good lord, she didn’t look thirty. Tammy wasn’t lying; a size four sounded right. She smiled fabulously, extended a cool, firm hand, and, um, beckoned me to her office. No, no, no Ginger. Remember your lunch time chat! Be the good girl. You can … oh my god yes, I will – later.

“Ginger, you didn’t give me much help, but I came up with a handful of ideas.” Oh honey, I have several ideas on how you can help. Geez! “Hawaii obviously. Also, Myrtle Beach, Martha’s Vineyard, Monterey, California. bursa merkez escort All are top spots. Monterey has the advantage of being near Pebble Beach, Carmel, and Del Rey Oaks. I don’t know if you play golf but that’s hardly the only attraction. Martha’s Vineyard is an historical and gorgeous destination. You’d be going early in season which makes it more expensive, but most think it’s worth it.” I stopped her; I knew where I wanted to go.

“Crystal, I want to fly to San Francisco, get a car, and drive south to Monterey. I’ve always wanted to make that drive along the ocean and stop at all the little towns along the way. Find some nice hotels as well. Please. I don’t care where — Carmel, Del Rey, Monterey. Oh, I’m a member of Country Inn and Suites ‘club’ if that matters. If you have other thoughts let me know.” While I talked Crystal was taking notes. “But that’s what I’d like to do. You work out the details. What I’d prefer is nice but not expensive lodgings and a safe, good car. As to air fares, do what you can with them. As to dates, book whatever is convenient and inexpensive.” I looked at Crystal, did some mental gyrations and said, “Crystal, this isn’t the highest of priorities but I’m gay.” I admit that my heart beat a little faster when I said that out loud. “If there’s anything special you think I might be interested in, I’d be happy to hear about it.” Crystal flushed.

“Does … umm, okay, I’ll make note of that.”

“Yes, Tammy knows; she was one of the first people I came out to.” She nodded. “Crystal, do you and Tammy talk a lot?” She knit her brow. “I made some suggestions about ‘date night’ for her and Jeffrey. You may want to ask her about it.” I smiled. Crystal looked at me, confused. “I was married for a long time. Hopefully that part of my life will be over next Monday.” I made a ‘wiping my hands clean’ motion. She nodded. I stood, hugged her, thanked her for her time and left. Good girl Ginger, she knows you’re gay and you didn’t make a move on her. Geez, this is progress?

I headed home. I really didn’t do it intentionally and I can’t actually tell you why the car drove itself to Lily’s but it did. Okay, okay, I did hope she was home. I pulled into the driveway and pushed the garage door opener. Her car was there. I pushed it closed. I knocked on the front door. I looked around — no cars on the street. The door opened; Lily looked shocked. She cried. I stepped inside, closed the door, and we hugged. I can’t explain it, not even now as I write about it. It just … Does anyone understand? I had no intention of staying. I … um, we, would NOT make love. I just had to see her.

We sat on the couch, hand in hand. I didn’t want to be too close. It wasn’t time for that; time was needed for healing. I told her of my feelings about the note and what it contained. I spoke about my visit to my sister. I told her that I was going on vacation. No, I didn’t know when and I didn’t share where. I saw the hurt in her eyes. I understood it and I was not going to give in. I didn’t mention Kathy. I certainly didn’t mention Mo. Lily … seeing her reminded me just how lovely she is. It hurt seeing her in pain. I leaned in and kissed her; she whimpered. I shook my head. That was stupid. I slid my fingers down the soft skin of her cheeks. Tears welled in her eyes. I stood; this had been a mistake. It was too soon, the wounds for both of us were too fresh. Her voice thick, Lily begged me not to leave. My eyes filled. I shook my head. If I didn’t leave now … an hour later, we lay in our bed, breathing hard, arm in arm, body to body.

I did not go there with the intention of making love. I had not planned on going at all. And I spent the night. Only those who read this will know — some of it was Crystal. Yup, I thought about her while Lily and I were making love. Stupid huh? Well at least I admitted it. Did that play a part in why I wound up in our bed (our bed?) overnight? I have no idea! I honestly can’t give you an answer. There are so many things I just can’t explain. The note, the time spent at lunch, my time with Jenny, even getting picked up by Marilyn. I don’t get how or if it all ties in. It’s confusing.

Tuesday morning was the very definition of awkward. Lily couldn’t meet my eyes. I didn’t dare meet hers. I dressed, hugged her, and left. I cried the whole way back to the hotel. Yes, it was lovely and I’m an idiot. At the front desk I extended my stay by a day. This was too damn expensive. I need to find something less expensive and short term. I went to the business center, read Jenny’s email, and laughed. I printed it. I sent a quick reply that included Janice’s email and phone number. I went to my room, locked the door, took a hot shower, dressed, had breakfast, and headed to work.

Tammy saw me as I headed to my desk and took my cup. I smiled and headed to the conference room. Tammy followed.

“Have you heard from Crystal?”

Tammy blushed; I didn’t need to ask. No, Crystal didn’t know about me ribboning bursa sınırsız escort Tammy. No, Tammy hadn’t told her all of the details of date night. I told her I was going to California. She nodded. She saw it in my eyes. I cried as I told her of being with Lily. She hugged me and comforted me. The crying finally stopped. Tammy is a good woman and a good friend. I’m so lucky.

I don’t know. We didn’t do much on Tuesday. What was the name of that health club Mo talked about? I looked up ‘health clubs in Dayton, Ohio’ … ah, Anytime Fitness. Good grief; they’re virtually right around the corner from work. Oh yay, they offer a seven day free pass. I called and made an appointment. Yes, they could see me at lunch. Oh this is great. I think Mo told me that she got a better deal by committing to a longer term. I would ask about that.

At lunch I read Jenny’s letter again. I bet some readers are grumbling, waiting to hear what it said. You were probably shocked when I ribboned my sister by phone. You may have been surprised at the way she reacted to Janice. And you most likely want to know what happened. Would she detail her lovemaking, perhaps mention Janice, and would she ribbon herself Monday for work. Me: smirking. I won’t give you all of it but here is an edited version.

David was watching as I began to undress. When I took off my sweats his eyes bugged out. “What on earth is that?” “Ginger told me to do it while we were on the phone.” “On the phone?” “Yeah.” “What’s the point of it?” I took his hand and rubbed it over my soaked pussy. There was surprise and lust in his eyes. He leaned in, kissed my pussy, and pulled off my soaked panties. He pulled me to him so that I straddled him. I took his stiff cock and slid down the length of him. He fucked me like a crazy man. I was already turned on from the ribbon; I came in a flash. Not just once — one turned into a second. His eyes glazed, he tightened his grip on my hips, and he poured himself deep into me. He never stopped, even when he finished. His hand went to my clit; when he pinched it, I screamed and came again. Ginger, we’ve been married a long time. We haven’t had a night like that since we were very young.

Later, I told him about us shopping and Janice. I felt him get hard again. He was fascinated that she gave you her phone number and email. When I told him that I wondered why she hadn’t hit on me, he looked at me, shocked. “Would you? I mean, with a woman?” I told him I didn’t think so. Then it hit him. “Is that why you want to go back there; to see this Janice?” I blushed and smiled. He got that look in his eyes. I was sore and it was excellent!!

I thought I might be too sore to ribbon Monday. I don’t know if it was better because I was so sore, because David kept leaking from me all day, or because I was so turned on all day thinking about the night we had — and Janice. So there you have it. Now you fucking better give me what you promised, Ginger. I love you. David and I thank you.

You may remember I said I laughed when I read her email. The third from the last sentence is why.

I called Jenny. “Are you still sore?”

“Yes you bitch; last night was a virtual repeat of Sunday. He can’t keep his hands off of me and his cock out of me.”

“Aw, poor baby and I know you just hate it too.” She laughed. We’re sisters; we both did.

“And what about you Ginger?” I sighed and told her about the travel agent and my stupidity with Lily. The silence seemed to go on forever.

“Ginger, this just isn’t you. I didn’t mind so much that Janice took a liking to you. I didn’t even mind that you ribboned me. Shit, I could have said no. I know you’ve been through a lot. But good lord, it’s not fair to Lily, who you may still love, to use her like that. I know you said you felt like crap this morning but you need to get a grip girl.” I was crying the whole time she was talking. My sister, my conscience. The only one who knows me as well as me is Jenny.

“I know kiddo. Mo told me about a health club where she’s a member. (Shit – I forgot my appointment was at lunch) I’m going as soon as I hang up with you. I’m going to fly into San Francisco, get a car, and drive down Route 1 to Carmel … or wherever Crystal finds a place for me to stay. I’m going to change where I’m staying.” I told her about InTown Suites. “And I’m going to look for a place to live. I’m undecided about buying or renting. I may just put off the decision till I get back from my vacation. The divorce, if everything goes as planned, will be final next Monday.”

We said our goodbyes. Next stop was the health club. Why in the name of all that’s holy is this happening to me? The young lady who took me on my tour looked like a younger, fitter version of Mo. She was thorough, very good at what she did. She answered all my questions and all I could think about was Mo. It’s just not fair. The best rate, she told me, was by credit card, one payment, six months. It was so close to work that I could bring a change of clothes. In relative terms it was chump change. With forty five days notice the credit could be stopped. Erin, the gorgeous slip of a thing, gave me her card. I closed my eyes and shook my head. ‘Here Comes Temptation.’ Trisha, why do you do this to me? I made an appointment for Wednesday to work out under supervision. She gave me my seven day pass.

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My stomach was curled up into knots. I felt like I was going to throw up…again. I was just adjusting the tie for my tux when Gina walked into our bedroom. She looked gorgeous. She had on a strapless, full-length black velvet dress. Her hair was pulled up, but there were pieces that hung down and framed her beautiful face. There was a gorgeous diamond necklace wrapped around her neck. Gina borrowed it from her gram for the night. Gina walked up to me and gave me a hug.

“Everything is going to be fine.”

She reached up and removed the clasp I had in my hair. She ran her fingers through my hair and made it fall around my shoulders.

“You look sexier with your hair down, Miah.”

Austin walked into the room, and he looked phenomenal. That boy cleans up fucking good! He walked up to us and his hand ran through my hair as well.

“I’m glad that you got him to let his hair down. This looks so much better.”

I smiled at both of them.

“Thanks, Gina. Thanks, bro.”

“Is anyone else as nervous as I am?” Austin asked.

Gina and I both nodded our heads.

“I don’t know why we are nervous. Bailey and Sara are the ones that should be nervous.”

We gathered up our stuff and headed out the door. It was opening night of Into The Woods. I couldn’t wait to see the show. Besides it being my favorite show, Bailey and Sara were starring in it. We made our way downstairs to the limo that Bailey had got for us. That man is too sweet. He should have been thinking of what he had to get done tonight, but instead he was still thinking of me. God I love that man.

* * *

By the time the cast took their final bows I already had tears streaming down my face. Austin and Gina did as well. The show was fucking incredible. I knew that Bailey and Sara had talent, but oh my god! It was truly amazing to see them up there, but it really wasn’t them. I understand that it’s acting of course, but normally you don’t know who is on stage. Seeing people you know, but seeing them acting differently was a bit weird at first. By the end of the show though I practically forgot I knew either one of them. That’s how good they were. At the end of the show the baker’s wife, who died earlier, was singing to the baker as he sang to their only child. I had chills. You could see the tears on both of their faces and it just pulled you in. The audience was on their feet for at least 10 minutes when the show was over. Bailey and Sara had gotten thunderous applause when they walked out for their bows. I was so proud.

After the show Bailey and Sara met us in the lobby. He ran right up to me and scooped me up in his arms while planting a huge kiss on my lips.

“Did you like the show, baby?” He asked.

“Like it? I fucking loved it, sweetie! You were so fucking amazing.” I kissed him again, and then I looked over at Sara. “And you, my dear, rocked as well!”

They both blushed from the praise.

Bailey looked at me with that wolfish grin on his face. And that meant only one thing.

“Let’s go home, Miah. I want to see if we can break the witch’s spell on our own.”

I giggled. A blush crept up over my face. Oh sweet Jesus the things this man does to me.

“Look you sluts, we are going out for drinks first to celebrate. Then you can do whatever you want afterwards.” Gina said with a laugh.

Everyone cracked up.

“Or you could just screw in the limo. That would be fun to watch.” Austin said with a leer.

Gina’s head snapped towards him. Shock was written all over her face.

“Are you trying to get traded to their team there, Austin?” Gina asked with an eyebrow arched.

“Of course not, Gina. Am I not allowed to be comfortable enough with my sexuality to admit that Bailey and Miah are fucking hot? Seeing them together would have to be hot.”

Bailey and I both blushed, and Sara was giggling.

“Hmmm that could be hot, Austin. Me and you watching them go at it like the gay rabbits that they are.”

Gina had this thoughtful look on her face and her finger was tapping against her mouth.

“Bailey did promise me that I could watch. I don’t see why you can’t be included in that.”

Our faces turned even redder, if that were even possible. Gina and Sara came over and gave us both a hug and a kiss. They headed off towards the limo outside. Austin came over and gave us a hug as well. Then he surprised us by planting a soft kiss on both of our lips.

“I do love you, guys. I am lucky to have you both as part of my family.”

We pulled him into a mini-group hug. This was turning out to be one of the greatest evenings. My boyfriend kicked ass up on stage. Our family, not our friends but our family, was there to share it. Bailey, Austin, and I walked out to join the girls in the limo. Tonight was fucking unbelievable.

* * *

The next morning Gina and I were sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette. We both had that glow of people who were loved…numerous bursa escort times. We just kept looking at each other and giggling.

“How did we get so lucky, Miah?”

“I don’t know, Gina, but I hope we stay this lucky.”

“Me too, stud.” Gina smiled at me and winked. “And I have to say that you and Bailey are a really good thing for Austin. We’ve talked about you guys, and he really does think of you as family. He really didn’t have anyone when he was growing up. Just like the three of us. And he is so excited that he has become a part of our group.”

I smiled at Gina. We both had tears in our eyes.

“We do have a pretty awesome family here don’t we, G?”

As we were finishing up our coffee Bailey came stumbling in. He stopped next to me and gave me a sweet kiss. He moved around the table to get some coffee, but stopped first and Gina got a kiss as well. Gina and I looked at each other with eyebrows raised, but before we could say anything Austin sleepily came into the kitchen. He got a cup a coffee and gave Gina a kiss. As he sat down in between her and I he leaned over and I got a good morning kiss as well. Gina and I looked happy, but confused. I am not complaining about the kisses, but I just wasn’t sure of what was going on.

“Guys…” Gina started. “Not that we mind, but what’s with the morning kisses this morning?”

Bailey and Austin exchanged surprised looks.

“Did you kiss them both?” They said at the same time.

Everyone started laughing their asses off.

“I just wanted to show my family that I love them. If you would have been here you would have gotten one too, buddy.” Bailey said with a grin.

“Ditto, B.” Austin grinned back.

I felt some tears in my eyes. I wasn’t sad. Far from that! I’ve just always wished to have a close-knit family, and it seems that I’ve finally gotten that.

Gina and I finished our coffees and went into the living room. We each lounged on a couch and put on some daytime talk shows. They crack me up! It seems that the morning surprises weren’t going to stop though. Bailey came into the living room, and instead of sitting with me he sat behind Gina and pulled her up against him. There was one thing that surprised me. There was no jealousy, but I expected it to be there. Bailey looked over at me and gave me one of those patented million-watt smile. Gina and I smiled at each other as well. Austin came into the living room and looked over at Gina and Bailey and smiled.

He came over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. I moved over a bit and lit up a cigarette. He looked over at me and his face fell a bit. His eyes glued to the TV. I looked over at Bailey, and he could see the question on my face. His face lit up again and he nodded. I tapped Austin on the shoulder and he looked over at me.

“What’s up, Miah?”

I could hear a bit of pain in his voice and I felt like shit. I didn’t realize that my moving away a bit would hurt him. I just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I should have known better. I didn’t answer Austin. I just leaned over and turned him sideways a bit. I moved his arms and lay back with my back pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around me immediately and I could feel him relax.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, bro. I just wasn’t thinking…”

Austin interrupted me.

“It’s ok, bro. This is new to me too. I’ve always wanted close friends, brothers even. And I didn’t want to come across as trying to come in between you and B and…”

It was my turn to interrupt him.

“Well, we all know now how close we are to each other. So let’s not worry about it and just be comfortable with each other.”

Bailey’s voice came from across the room.

“I think we all have wanted a close family. I think we got pretty lucky finding each other. Luckily none of us are jealous of each other. So let’s enjoy our family.”

We grinned and relaxed against each other. Bailey was running his fingers through Gina’s hair and she looked so peaceful. After a few minutes I could feel Austin doing the same thing. If anything in the world relaxed me, having someone play with my hair was on the top of the list. Somehow in this mixed up crazy world the four of us were able to find each other, and our wonderful family was born. I counted my blessings everyday.

We relaxed like that for an hour or so just enjoying being with each other. Some people might find it weird, but when you are that close to someone it is wonderful to be able to share your love with them. None of it was sexual. We truly did love each other, and life was good.

“So when are you two going to set a date?” Gina asked.

Bailey looked down at her.

“A date for what, G?”

Bailey’s air left his lungs as Gina elbowed him playfully in the stomach.

“A date for your wedding you shit!”

Bailey’s eyes met mine.

“We haven’t picked a specific date yet, but there is something we need to talk to you and Austin about…”

Bailey’s bursa escort bayan voice trailed off and our eyes met. We had discussed this and it was the perfect time to talk to them about it.

“Talk to us about what, B?” Austin asked.

Bailey and I discussed about how we would ask this. We decided that Bailey would ask Gina, and I would ask Austin. It didn’t matter who asked who, but we thought that if Bailey asked Gina instead of me doing it, then it would mean more to her. Gina knows how much I love her, but this gave Bailey the opportunity to show her he felt the same way. And the same thing went with Austin.

This was an important moment for Bailey and me, and we both had tears in our eyes.

“Gina…” Bailey began. “We would be honored if you would be our maid of honor for the wedding”

Gina’s face showed the shock she felt. We hadn’t discussed what type of wedding we wanted with them, but we decided that we wanted them to be a part of our day. Tears started running down her face.

“YES!!!! Of course I will be! This is awesome!”

Everyone jumped up off the couches and there was a round of hugs. We were all crying happy tears. There was just one question left to ask.

“You are going to look beautiful walking down the aisle honey. I can’t wait to see it!” Austin said with a huge grin.

“Of course you’ll see her, Austin, but you will be walking with one of us down the aisle, not Gina.”

Austin looked at me with a confused expression on his face.

“What do you mean, Miah?”

I grinned at him.

“Well, it will be the duty of our best man to walk one of us down the aisle.”

His mouth flapped up and down. I thought he would have expected us to ask him to be the best man after we asked Gina to be the maid of honor, but I was mistaken.

“You mean you want me to…”

He was flabbergasted, and looked pretty cute.

“Austin, will you be our best man?”

He couldn’t even respond. He just nodded his head furiously. This was followed by another round of group hugs.

“Now that we’ve gotten that taken care of. We have a whole damn wedding to plan.”

We had one more giant group hug and began to discuss ideas for the wedding.

* * *

The next few months were a complete blur. There were so many details to take care of it boggled my mind. Luckily Gina and Austin were godsends. They helped take care of everything. If it weren’t for them I probably would have had some type of breakdown. Anytime something went wrong one of them was always there to step in and take care of the problem. I was a nervous wreck.

The day had finally arrived though. I found myself waiting in a room with Austin and my stomach was filled with what had to be a million butterflies. I kept fiddling with the buttons on my suit jacket. Austin came over and grabbed me in a huge hug.

“Everything is going to be fine. It’s going to be wonderful in fact. You two were so meant for each other. Besides you picked some awesome suits for the wedding.”

I looked down at the suits we had on and grinned. Bailey and I did do a good job in picking them I had to admit. Instead of going with a normal tux we went a different route. The suit jacket was actually a floor length trench coat. The vests we wore covered the entire chest. We also wore banded collared shirts. Austin had on the same suit as we did except his was black and ours were white.

There was a knock on the door and Gina eased herself into the room. She looked radiant. We chose a strapless deep blue ball gown for her to wear. She had a velvet wrap draped around her shoulders that matched the dress.

“How are you holding up in here stud?” She asked with a grin.

“I think I am going to pass out.”

Austin and Gina laughed. She came over and gave me a big hug.

“You are going to be fine. Bailey is a mess too. Everything will go smoothly.”

I grinned at her and nodded.

“Austin, you need to go over and fetch Bailey. The time has arrived.”

Austin gave me another hug and a quick kiss.

“See you out there, bro.”

He grinned and headed out of the room. We decided not to have the ceremony in a church. Instead Gina arranged for us to use a hall in one of the fancier hotels in town. This way after the ceremony we could go right into the reception. Bailey decided he wanted to walk out first with Austin, and then Gina and I would follow. I heard the soft music began to play from the hall and I took a deep breath.

“Let’s go, Miah. It’s time for you to get hitched.”

We both giggled and hugged again. I gave her a kiss.

“I don’t know what I would do without you, Gina. You’re the best friend and sister I could ever have.”

I could see the tears of happiness in her eyes.

“Don’t make me cry. I just fixed my make up.”

We grinned as we stepped out of the room and made our way down the hallway. We entered the beautifully decorated hall and everyone was already on their feet. I bursa escort kız could see Bailey and Austin standing in front of me. My breath caught in my throat. Bailey looked gorgeous.

“Breathe, sweetie.” Gina whispered to me.

My eyes locked with Bailey as we made our way towards him and he had that amazing smile on his face. A grin broke out on my own face. I can’t believe this is happening. We finally made it up to them and Gina gave Bailey a kiss on the cheek. He reached over and grabbed my hands as we stood facing each other.

The ceremony was going so beautifully. We finally made it up to the point where we had to say our vows. There was so much emotion running through me I just hoped to be able to get through them. We had decided that I would start.

“Bailey, you have brought so much love and happiness to my life. My world was full of darkness until you came back into my life. You are the light that has led me through the darkness. I never thought I would find true love, but you proved me wrong. I melt when I gaze into your eyes, and I tremble at your touch. My heart was empty, but you filled it to bursting. You not only completed me as a person, but your love has made me a better person. I am stronger and more confident with you by my side. I know that I can face anything as long as you stand beside me. Today I pledge my love and my life to you. I am yours not just today, but tomorrow and forever. I love you with all of my heart and all of my soul, Bailey Masters.”

I could see the tears well up in his eyes as I slid the ring onto his finger. Bailey cleared his throat.

“Jeremiah, you have shown me so many things throughout my life. You showed me what it meant to be a friend. You showed me just how powerful and amazing love can be. There were a few times in my life when I thought that I had lost you. Those moments I knew what pain was. I know that I cannot live my life without you in my arms. Without you I am nothing. I know in my heart that you are my soul mate, but you are even more than that. You are a gift from heaven. Every breath that I take and every beat of my heart is for you and you alone. I love you with all of my heart and all of my soul, Jeremiah Summers.”

I couldn’t stop the tears that had been building inside of me as Bailey slid my ring on my finger. Our lips met in one of the sweetest kisses I have ever experienced in my entire life. I could barely hear the crowd cheering in the background. I was so fucking happy I could burst. The day had finally arrived. I was able to hold my husband in my arms. Nothing could make this day any more special. Little did I know that Bailey had plans of his own to prove that thought wrong.

* * *

Bailey, Gina, Austin and I were sitting at a table looking out over all of the guests that were there. Gina and Austin had both just given their speeches. They were both funny and the love they felt for us was very clear. Bailey and I cried during both of their speeches. In fact Austin and Gina cried a bit as well. The reception was in full swing now and everyone was having an amazing time. We really did pull everything off without a hitch. The dinner was wonderful and I was having a great time. Bailey and I sat practically in each other’s lap the whole time. We had constant body contact. Either we were holding hands or had our arm around the other one. It was a special evening.

Bailey reached over and tapped on his champagne glass to get everyone’s attention. Everyone quieted down and I looked up at him. What was he doing? We hadn’t planned to make a speech.

“Hello everyone. I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you again for sharing in our special day.” He reached down and took my hand in his. “I just wanted to take a moment from the celebration to give my husband a special gift.”

I looked up at him and confusion was written all across my face. We had agreed that we wouldn’t be getting gifts for each other because no gift could compare to how special the day was. Once again Bailey was going to prove me wrong.

“I wanted to sing something for Miah today to show him how much I love him, but I knew that there was no way I would be able to get through it without crying. I was lucky though to get an extremely talented friend to sing for me though. Miah, I love you so much baby, and this song is dedicated to you, my beautiful husband.”

He sat down and pulled me into his lap. He kissed me as the lights in the hall slowly dimmed. A woman gently stepped onto the stage the band was playing on. Her voice echoed through the room as she began to sing Mariah Carey’s Open Arms.

The woman’s voice was gorgeous. She was a tall beautiful woman. She had to be a model. Bailey must have met her when he was doing Into The Woods. She was the perfect choice to sing this song. Her voice out did Mariah Carey’s version.

Tears were streaming down both of our faces. This moment was perfect. I knew that this would be one of the moments that I will cherish for the rest of my life. Bailey’s arms tightened around me and I kissed him.

Austin and Gina had moved behind us as the song was starting. Austin leaned down and whispered in our ears.

“You did an amazing job, Bailey. She is phenomenal. It’s funny though. She really reminds me of you, Miah.”

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Being a sexually active bisexual guy, while exciting, also has its very real responsibilities. Safety is always a concern for me, so despite my penchant for promiscuity, I do practice safer sex and get myself tested for everything every six months or so.

STD clinics are perhaps the un-sexiest places on earth — institutional and cold. Charts and pamphlets line the walls detailing every possible social disease in extremely unappealing detail. Videos play warning of the lurking dangers of every sex act. It’s enough to make one become celibate.

So when the nurse called my number, sex was the last thing on my mind. She led me to the examining room, asked me the usual questions, and then prepped me for some tests. I was wearing a hoodie and jeans; both of which I had to take off.

The hoodie was too thick for me to roll up my sleeve, so I took it off and she drew some blood. She then had me drop my pants and pull back my foreskin so that she could insert a cotton swab into my penis (ouch). I was kind of embarrassed that I didn’t have any underwear on, but she didn’t seem to notice. She did notice my upper body however, and commented on how fit I was.

I was flattered…I do keep my 5’7″ frame toned with yoga and swimming and appreciated her compliment. I always keep my cock, balls, and ass shaved smooth, so I suppose to her I was looking very porn star-ish. And while I have full cock sucking lips and a youthful face, my endowment is too average to be porn material.

The nurse told me to sit tight as the doctor would be in soon. She left as I pulled up my pants. I reached for the hoodie when the doctor walked in. He was a tall man…at least 6’2″ or so and looked to be well into his 40s. His prominent nose and strong jaw suited his receding jet black hair. His blue eyes, slim build, and handsome presence made him look like a soap opera doctor.

He reached out his hand and smiled. I was still shirtless as I shook his hand. We sat down as he looked over his chart and then looked up at me kindly.

“Ben?” he asked. I gave a brief nod. He introduced himself as Doctor Alan, but insisted, “Call me Ted”.

The altıparmak escort good doctor went through his chart and then asked me a few questions. “Just routine,” he assured me.

“How many sexual partners have you had in the last six months?”

“Uh…six, I think.”

“And were they men or women or both?”

“Both.”

“Was it mostly men or women?”

“Mostly men actually…there was just one woman.” Ted looked up briefly and smiled. “Just a few more questions…” Ted said.

“In the last six months, have you given and/or received oral sex?”

“Uh…well, I’ve pretty much just given oral sex,” I told him. He again looked up and smiled.

“Have you given and/or received anal sex?”

“Uh…well, I’ve only just received,” I said. He looked at me and stood up and quipped, “A bottom?”

I was a bit taken aback by his comment, but didn’t have time to react as he led me to the examining table and stood in front of me. He swabbed the back of my throat. then felt my neck for swollen glands and then ran his hands down my sides. His hands were strong and masculine and I found them comforting, even arousing. He lingered at my chest, and briefly brushed his fingers over my nipples.

I was again startled by his behavior, but it happened so quickly that I let it go. Besides, my cock started twitching.

Doctor Alan then asked me to lower my jeans and I complied. My cock sprang slightly forward.

“No underwear,” Ted remarked. “Would have kept you in place,” he joked.

I was embarrassed, but put at ease as the good doctor examined my cock. He raised each testicle with his hand and then pulled back my foreskin. “Everything looks good here…real good,” he said.

I was now fully erect and my face had turned beet red in embarrassment, but Doctor Alan put me at ease. “You’re a healthy young man,” he said admiring my erect penis.

He then asked me to turn around for an anal exam. I bent over as he asked; my forearms resting on the exam table. I heard Alan put on some rubber gloves and felt his hands on my backside. I felt bursa anal yapan escort a finger at my opening.

“Just making sure everything’s okay back here,” Doctor Alan said as he inserted his finger into my rectum. He went in slowly and inserted his entire finger inside of me. It felt wonderful.

Perhaps sensing my pleasure, Ted gently moved his finger in and out of me. I moaned enjoying the sensation of being finger fucked. I started lightly moaning, mumbling a few incoherent words of appreciation.

The good doctor removed his finger and gave me a gentle slap on my left butt-cheek. “You certainly are a healthy young man.”

He said my test results would be ready in half an hour or so…I quickly dressed and headed for the waiting room.

Sitting there, I wasn’t sure what to make of the doctor. His behavior was unprofessional to say the least, but of course I didn’t object. I loved his presence…commanding and gentle. And the thought of his long, skillful fingers inside of me kept me semi-erect as I sat in the waiting room. I was so deep into my day dreams, wondering what his cock looked like, that I almost didn’t hear Dr. Alan call me back into his office.

Leading me into his office, Ted sat me down and gave me a broad warm smile. “Well it’s all good news…all the tests were negative, you’re as healthy as can be.”

He stood in front of me as he said this, his crotch in front of my face. He was wearing loose khakis, but I could vaguely make out the outline of his cock…perhaps he wasn’t wearing underwear?

After Doctor Alan gave me a clean bill of health, we remained in silence for several moments. We made eye contact. Ted put his hands in his pockets and with his right hand shifted his cock inside his pants. I looked down at his crotch to see the outline of his cock growing. For what seemed like minutes, I sat there staring at his crotch, my mouth watering.

My lips slightly parted when I finally looked up. Alan gently stroked my hair, which was all the encouragement I needed. I tentatively reached out my right hand, and with my bursa bayan escort middle finger I traced the outline of his cock over his trousers. My fingers ended up at his zipper that I gently pulled down. Ted helped me along by unbuckling his belt.

His cock sprang forward and gently tapped my chin. It was beautiful…perhaps eight inches long and thick. Like me, he was shaved smooth and uncircumcised. His foreskin was still covering the head of his cock…I pulled it back as I lifted his cock high, giving me easy access to his large low-hanging testicles.

I leaned forward and licked each testicle. Savoring the taste of his skin, I rolled each testicle in my mouth and then worked my way up his stiff shaft.

Moving forward onto my knees, I made love to his beautiful cock — kissing, licking, sucking and caressing every inch of him. I made eye contact with him as much as possible, giving him hungry, coquettish looks.

After thoroughly coating his cock, the hung Doctor sat me down on his chair and mounted my face; fucking my mouth while I held on to the back of his thighs. I was prepared to swallow his cum right there, but the good doctor had other ideas.

He pulled out of my mouth and playfully slapped my face with his erect cock before lifting me up onto my feet. He pulled my hoodie off of me while I slid out of my shoes and jeans. Turning me around and holding onto my hips, there was no question what he wanted.

The doctor put on a condom and bent me over the back of the chair. And after applying an entire bottle of KY Jelly on his cock, he easily penetrated me. He was gentle and didn’t penetrate fully. He fucked me briskly as his large hands enveloped my slim ass cheeks. I was in heaven.

I was trying to stifle my groan as his pace quickened. I was prepared for his cum right there and then, but the good doctor had other ideas.

He unexpectedly pulled his hard cock out of my asshole and quickly turned me around and pushed me onto my knees. He rolled off his condom and stroked his majestic cock above my face. I watched as he shot his impressive load all over my face. His orgasm lasted several seconds and splattered onto my nose, my forehead, my cheeks, and chin. It was absolutely glorious.

After a few moments of recovery, I quickly cleaned up and said goodbye to the doctor. On the subway ride home, I saw a reflection of myself in the window. I smiled as I noticed a few drops of dried-up cum on my chin that I missed.

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This is a story of a brother and his sister, a love story, more a romance than anything else. But it also chronicles a graphically sexual incestuous relationship. If this subject bothers you please don’t read any farther.

About 10,000 words long, the story is recounted mainly through conversations between Allison and her brother Will over a four week period as Allison recovers from a severe leg injury. I hope you enjoy it.

*

Thursday, July 13th 2005

“Billy…your sister’s hurt honey,” were Mom’s first words when I picked up the phone.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” I demanded, the hard-on throbbing in my hand completely forgotten.

“She fell…broke her leg, and her ankle…she just called from the hospital.”

“So she’s okay…crikee, I thought for a second you meant…hell, what’d she say?”

“She was doped up…she didn’t make a lot of sense…I’ve just left work…I’ll call”

“Can I help…I can come with you,” I interrupted.

“I’m calling from the car …I’m already on I-65 honey, I’ll be in West Lafayette in ninety minutes. I’ll call you as soon as I’m there,” she promised as she hung up.

~~~~~~

Putting the phone down in its cradle, my other hand still absentmindedly stroking myself, I was stunned at how hard mom’s first words had hit me.

She’s just a little bitch, why should I care, I thought momentarily.

Yeah right, except you were jacking off to a picture of her when the phone rang you asshole, the other side of my brain answered. Like she’s the most perfect, sexiest, nicest girl in this world. Allie, sweet Allie, I moaned silently as my hand starting pumping my fat cock…

~~~~~

Allison Mae Shepherd, actually Jones now since she’d married that loser just before New Years, twenty-two, just graduated with an engineering degree from Purdue, funny, cute, intelligent…fuck, I could go on and on…anyway, she was fated at birth to be the love of my life…the person who’d been destined to be my wife…the mother of my children…the…

Except that I just happened to be her brother.

That, at eighteen, I was four years younger than her.

That she was married to someone else.

That we hadn’t said twenty kind words to each other in four years…

Most people would probably blame our estrangement on the afternoon four years ago when she’d arrived home unexpectedly and found me sitting on her bed with one of her bras around my neck while I was stroking myself with a pair of her favorite panties.

She hadn’t been pleased! To say the least! Her shrieks had brought mom running, and then in the following hours and days, had told her girlfriends, the neighbors, my friends, our pastor, etc., etc., all about it, and each time she recounted it she embellished the tale. It hadn’t been a particularly fun time for yours truly.

But that incident had just been the culmination of a long period of our growing apart. When she had grown older, when finally at twelve or thirteen her thoughts and interests had turned to make-up and boys and clothes and telephone conversations, she had found a younger brother trailing after her like a puppy increasingly irritating.

I didn’t understand of course. Couldn’t figure out why Allie didn’t want to spend all her free time with me. Didn’t understand why she’d snap at me for no reason.

I know now I must have been a horrid pest and that Allie had probably tried to be pretty gentle with her annoying brother. Her reaction to my exploring of her panty drawer was simply an explosion long coming.

Still it pissed me off royally and due to our respective stubbornness we’d never been able to capture the friendship and love of our youth after that day. She teased me for the balance of her senior year, never letting me forget the humiliation of that afternoon, often advising her friends when they were in our house to watch out for my little ‘perv brother’.

And during her four years at Purdue, her short visits home never seemed to give us enough time to get to know each other again, to mend the wounds. I never stopped dreaming about her though, never could stop remembering the promise she’d made for the first time when I was maybe five and then was repeated countless times over the next three or four years: “Will, when you grow up I’ll marry you and be your wife.”

“You promise?” I’d always demanded in my little boy’s voice.

“If you’re good,” she’d always answer and then give me a wet kiss on my cheek.

~~~~~

“She’s going to be okay honey.”

“Mom?” I asked as I held the phone to my ear.

“They operated…I saw the doctor…they’ve put in a metal plate…screws…she’s in a cast…”

“What happened? How’d she break it? What’d she say? Will she be able to walk?”

“I just saw her for a minute…she’s still groggy…has to sleep. I’ll stay here for the weekend. Make sure that she’s okay…you’ll have to help Billy.”

“What can I do? What do you need?”

“Allie won’t be able to put any weight on the foot for at least twenty days…someone will have to”

“Doesn’t bursa eskort bayan she have a cast on it” I interrupted.

“Not a walking cast. An almost full-leg cast. You’re going to have to come down here and take care of her.”

“But”

“I’ve got work honey…I have to be back Monday.”

“Can’t we bring her home?”

“No, her doctor, everything is here.”

“You want me to come down there and take care of her…alone…for three weeks?” I sputtered.

“I know you two aren’t exactly best friends these days Billy….but she is your sister, and Johnnies away…you havvvve to help her,” she said in a voice that brooked my argument.

Even if I had absolutely hated my sister I would have gone. I simply owed everything to my mom and couldn’t refuse any request from the woman who’d raised Allie and I alone, a woman who’d slaved away to make a loving home for us after our father had died when I was three.

“When do you want me there?”

“She’s going to be released Saturday, why don’t you drive down Sunday morning and we’ll spend the day together before I leave.”

~~~~~~

Johnny, Allie’s numbskull husband, a nerdy, civil engineer who’d graduated from Purdue a year ago, was now in Iraq; part of a National Guard team helping to reconstruct the country even while the local assholes were continuing to blow it up.

Sis had married him at Christmas, a wedding rushed forward when an awestruck Johnny had received his call-up notice.

“I never thought I’d have to fight,” he’d told me in the days before the wedding.

“Fuck, why do you think they’ve been training you, giving you money, you idiot,” I’d responded, completely unsympathetic to this geek who was stealing my beautiful sister.

“I’m not a very good shot,” he’d added in a whining tone.

“Better learn quick,” I’d advised him, almost sick as I imagined his pale body on top of Allie’s, his little prick penetrating the woman meant only for me.

Sunday, July 16th

As I drove down to West Lafayette that warm summer day, on the one hand pissed off my summer was going to be ruined, I also couldn’t help but be excited by this unexpected opportunity that had suddenly presented itself.

According to mom, I’d have Allie to myself for a good three weeks. Could I finally succeed, I wondered as I approached her condo, my penis twitching and lengthening at the thought.

~~~~~

“Honey, you’re here,” mom said as she greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hi mom.”

“Well, c’mon in. Go see your sister,” she instructed as she pushed me towards Allie’s bedroom.

“Hi Allie.”

“You came,” she responded in a semi belligerent tone.

“A chance to help my wonderful sister. I flew here.”

“Yeah right.”

“How are you anyway,” I asked, trying to inject warmth into my voice as I spoke.

“I’ll live apparently.”

“Will you?”

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” sis groused.

“Allison! Your brother’s willing to give up his summer to help you,” mom admonished.

“Sorry,” sis hissed but didn’t sound it.

~~~~~~

“I’ve written a menu for the next week…I bought the food this morning…” mom started. “Your sister can give you advice”

“Don’t worry ma, we’ll just eat pizzas and drink beer all week. Big Macs. And chocolate cake for lunch. We don’t need a menu … Yuck, we definitely don’t need this,” I said pointing to the cauliflower and Brussels sprouts that sat on the counter.

“Billy,” mom warned menacingly.

~~~~~~

Sis’s condo was on the fifth floor of a new development and her windows faced a large city park ensuring both privacy and a great view. A two bedroom, one and a half bath unit, I was to be relegated to the second bedroom, a room that had been converted to an office but had a single bed tucked into the corner.

The only shower and tub in the unit was in the ensuite bathroom that was attached to Allie’s master bedroom so I’d have to use that when I wanted to wash.

Mom spent her final dinner with us giving me instructions for every possible contingency but I finally stopped her when she started to explain the disposal of Allie’s ‘waste products’ as we were eating dessert. “I’ll figure it out mom,” I grumbled as I contemplated the bowl of chocolate pudding sitting in front of me.

~~~~~~

“I’m not so sure about this,” were Allie’s last words to mom before mom left to go back to Chicago after we’d eaten.

“He’ll be fine. Won’t you sweetie?” she asked me.

“If she’s good,” I said with an evil grin.

~~~~~

With me on the sofa and Allie lying in bed, the two of us had a quiet evening watching TV in her bedroom, my few tentative remarks met by a glacial indifference that either reflected her discomfort from her still aching leg, or the fact she had to rely on me for the foreseeable future.

She finally shooed me out at ten thirty, claiming exhaustion and pain.

“Do you need anything? Water?”

“No.”

“Waste disposal?”

“Shut up Will,” she ordered, bursa otele gelen eskort bayan using the name she’d always called me.

“I love you,” I said as I bent and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hunnh.”

~~~~~

The plaintive sobs of my sister broke through an erotic dream that had been starring her and woke me about two-thirty in the morning. My cock was still hard in my shorts as I rushed to Allie’s bedside.

“Will? Is that you?” she whispered in the darkness.

“Uh huh, I heard you crying,” I answered as I took her soft, trembling, little hand in mine. “What is it? What can I do?”

“You don’t have to stay up. I’m fine.”

“You’re crying. Can I get you anything? Do anything?”

“It hurts…so much…and I’m not supposed to take another pill for two hours,” she suddenly sobbed.

“Fuck that,” I answered, “If you need one take one.” After giving her another pill I held her hand until she fell asleep, then slept fitfully on the sofa in her bedroom the rest of the night.

Monday, July 17th

“You didn’t have to sleep there,” she started when she saw I was awake.

“And leave the beautiful princess all alone?” I asked, and then standing up quickly added, “And what would my lady like for breakfast? Your wish is my command.”

“Are you going to try to be funny all the time,” sis asked with a grimace.

“Yes fair maiden”

“Will!”

“Sorry. I’ll try to be more serious,” I promised with a grin.

“This is going to be a long summer,” she muttered, then added, “you should probably put some more clothes on before you serve breakfast.”

“You don’t like my boxers?” I asked as I did a quick pirouette.

“They’re not very modest,” she answered, and for just a sec I saw the sly, quirky grin I recognized so well from our youth. “What’s so funny?” she asked when she saw my amused look.

“Nothing, nothing. Let me just have a pee and then I’ll see to your breakfast…Do you need…”

“The pan,” she said pointing. “And some paper.”

~~~~~

“This is disgusting,” I said as I carried the smelly container to the bathroom, one hand holding my nose as the other held the offending pan as far away from me as possible.

“You’re a big baby,” Allie said smiling.

“It’s pitiful. Me, William M. Shepherd, brilliant scholar, reduced to cleaning the bottoms of ungrateful wenches.”

She was laughing when I departed for the kitchen. I knew then that somehow we’d be okay.

~~~~~~

We spent the rest of the day in each others company, talking or reading or eating or watching TV but always aware of the other.

“Mom said you might not come to Purdue,” she said with a question in her voice late in the afternoon.

“Georgia Tech offered me a full scholarship,” I answered.

“So did Purdue. All our family’s gone here; I don’t understand…”

“I haven’t decided yet,” I stalled.

“Is it because of me?”

“No…maybe.”

“You dislike me so much you can’t even come here? You won’t have to see me if you don’t want…I’m not that bad.”

“Maybe it’s because I like you too much.”

“I want you to come.”

“I don’t know,” I answered.

~~~~~

“What are you looking at,” she asked later when she heard me chuckle.

“I forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

“What a nice sister you once were. Look,” I said as I stood and moved to her bed, the album of old family photographs in my hand. “Look at that costume I’m wearing,” I laughed as I pointed to a Halloween picture of the two of us when I was about seven. “Remember?”

“Of course. I made it for you,” Allie said as she took the book from my fingers. “Here, sit beside me,” she ordered, “and watch out for my leg.”

“You always were bossy,” I laughed as I sat next to her. “Look, we’re holding hands, and see, you thought you were a little princess even in those days,” I said as I pointed to the costume and crown she was wearing.

“I was a princess.”

“You were nice in those days,” I remembered aloud as I put an arm around her shoulder.

“That was before you became a pest,” she said as she smiled up into my eyes.

“You’re so pretty when you smile.”

“I loved you so much in those days. You were my little man.”

“You said you’d wait and marry me…and now look, I’ve been deserted for the first pretty face that came along.”

“Johnnie isn’t pretty”

“That’s for sure,” I groused. “You should have waited.”

“I might have,” she laughed, “that is, if you hadn’t become such a pervert.”

“It’s your loss.”

“Maybe it was,” Allie answered with more than a touch of regret in her voice.

Wednesday, July 19th

“You know, you don’t have to stay in with me all day, every day,” Allie said as I went to spoon a mouthful of corn flakes into her mouth the next morning. “Or sleep on that uncomfortable couch.”

“And if there’s an emergency?”

“Jill promised to come over for a couple of hours at lunchtime…you can at least get out bursa eve gelen escort for a while.”

“Maybe I’ll take your Purdue library card and get some books. Now eat up,” I ordered as I delivered another mouthful.

~~~~~

“Bath time,” I announced when I reappeared a half hour later, a large bucket of steaming water, a sponge, towel and washcloth, and a clean set of sheets in hand.

“Oh no. You can’t, you just can’t!” Allie said adamantly.

“Your sheets are dirty, the room smells…you’re starting to stink,” I answered as I dropped the clean sheets on the chair.

“I can wash myself. Just give me a damp washcloth.”

“At least there’s a breeze today,” I answered, ignoring her comment as I opened her bedroom window and the patio door.

“Can’t we do it later,” she whined as I gently pulled the top sheet off her body and threw it on the floor. “At least shut the curtains.”

“We’re on the fifth floor…looking out over a park,” I said as I lifted her head and shoulders off the pillow and untied the blue hospital gown she’d been wearing.

“Just don’t say anything…anything bad…don’t try to be funny,” she threatened as I slipped it off her shoulders and bared her completely.

Keep cool, I tried to instruct myself as my eyes feasted on my sisters beauty. “You’re white,” I stammered as I dipped the hand sponge in the basin of warm water and then ran it up one of her arms. “Not too hot?”

“No,” she whispered, “Its okay. I haven’t been out in the sun at all this summer, been working too hard,” she explained as I ran the sponge over her full, firm breasts, my arm trembling as it moved. White, pink capped beauties that I was dying to taste. Her nipples were straining upward, hard little pebbles that ached for my lips.

My prick was throbbing in my pants as the sponge slid off a breast and down towards the lightly haired vee at the junction of her legs. “You shave,” I said nonchalantly as I dipped the sponge in the water and then brought it dripping to her mound.

“I haven’t for a while…it looks funny short like that,” she replied nervously, trying to act naturally, as if nothing strange was happening, as if we were just talking about the weather, not about her thin coating of soft, curly pubic hair.

“I’ll have to soap you…then rinse you again,” I said apologetically, then put my hands in the water and then grabbed a bar of soap and lathered them up.

She just nodded as my soapy fingers slid across her skin, but couldn’t help gasping as I cupped and lathered her breasts. Moving her gently onto her side I caressed her back, then slid my fingers lower.

“I have to wash your rear, you’re dirty,” I apologized as I ran my soapy fingers down her crack.

“Unnh,” she grunted lightly as I pushed a slippery finger into her anus and then quickly withdrew. I then slid my palm over her firm cheeks before I again slipped my big finger inside her bum.

“Willllll,” she groaned as I pumped my digit,” don’t…it”

“Sorry, I’ll just be a sec,” I apologized again even as she seemed to push back against my penetration.

When she lay back onto her back she actually spread her legs as my hand moved across her hips and towards her center, and then said nothing as my fingers spread her nether lips and started to clean her. Just a light gasp escaped her when I pushed into her slick cave for the first time, when I felt her moist insides seem to clutch my thick finger.

Ten minutes later I was done, and Allie was again covered in a clean hospital style gown, crisp, clean sheets under and over her.

But I could smell her sex. Her need. Knew she sensed mine.

“You know sis,” I said after finishing her, “being a male nurse does have some rewards.”

“I knew you couldn’t stay shut up,” she said huffily but with a glint of excitement and hunger in her eyes.

Thursday, July 20th

“Finally,” I said laughing, “a chance to investigate your lingerie drawer. No mommy to protect you now”

“Don’t you dare!” Allie ordered from her bed, her eyes angry as I went through her chest.

“Eureka,” I shouted when the third drawer I tried produced the bras and panties, hipsters, tangas from Brazil, boy shorts…the teddies, the nighties, the bustiers, the corsets…

“Will…please,” sis begged as I upended the drawer on the bed.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for four years,” I laughed. “God, what kind of weird, kinky sex life do you have anyway?” I demanded as I held up pair after pair of slinky, satiny panties

“God, you’re still a bloody pervert.”

“Me? And where do you wear these?” I asked as I held up a wispy, white lace thong and a crotchless black satin panty.

“None of your business.”

“You two aren’t swingers are you?” I teased.

“Bastard!” she griped as I rubbed the thong across the front of my jeans.

~~~~~

“You’re still mad about that, aren’t you? After all these years.”

“What,” I asked, looking up from my book later that afternoon.

“Me telling Mom.”

“Telling Mom! Fuck, you told the whole world!” I growled, still angry after four years.

“Well it was your fault. What the hell, I find you rooting around in my panties, your thing sticking out…yuck…it was disgusting.”

“I was just a kid. I didn’t know any better.”

“You surprised me. It scared me.”

“You were eighteen!”

“I was a virgin.”

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All characters engaged in sexual acts are over 18.

***

Robbie Simpson ached all over, especially his head. But he’d proved himself. Three punks from downtown were groping Allie, his ‘little’ sister, and he’d given each of them as good as he’d got in return.

Now Allie, still fighting back tears, was dabbing at his cuts and soothing his head with her cool hands.

“Oh Robbie, look what they did to you. And it’s because of me.”

“No. They’re dicks. It’s not your fault.”

She tried to smile her gratitude but ended up sobbing on his shoulder. It hurt, but she needed his strength and he gave it willingly.

He took a week off work and Allie nursed him to the best of her ability. By the time he was fit for work, still carrying his bruises and scars like badges of honour, she kissed his forehead and beamed at her proud, strong big brother.

But he’d been hiding something dark that had grown and grown, and on the bus that morning he admitted it to himself. Allie was a woman now, and while she ministered to his wounds he had taken every chance to watch her. Look at her. Down her tops, up her skirts, between her legs.

Desire between siblings doesn’t start when they reach legal age; for Robbie and Allie their interest in each other’s bodies had been there since he could remember. And on that bus, that morning, he felt he could remember every sight, touch and sensation.

So what had changed? He didn’t take long to reach a conclusion. Neither had kept special relationships for long, except with each other. Robbie knew – or did he just hope? – that his sister was edging closer to him, trying to rekindle long-suppressed feelings, needs.

Shifting his weight, Robbie winced at a sudden pain in his ribs. Maybe it was cracked after all. As he got comfortable in the seat, he came to a decision. If his sister started anything – anything at all that was suggestive – he was going to go as far as he could. His logical mind reminded him he should be appalled at the incestuous thoughts he was having, but the devil in him relished the thought that he might have his first sex with Allie, his lovely little freckle-faced sister.

And she was ‘little’ to him. Two years younger, a full foot shorter and, he knew, a lot slimmer and fitter than him. She did aerobics three times a week, and her tight outfits and pony-tail blond hair made her look girlish. But when she dressed up, man, she filled a gown with those C-cups and her taut backside.

At home that evening, their mother and father were going to the movies after dinner. A double feature, like the old days. Robbie began the mutual seduction by tickling Allie as she bent to stack the dishwasher. She responded by slapping gorukle escort bayan his chest, then his wince jolted her out of her high-jinks.

“Oh Robbie, sorry. Are you OK?”

“Of course. Still sore in some places.”

“Some that don’t bear talking about right?” Where did the impish blushing grin come from?

“Huh?”

“Oh, nothing. Just that, well, weren’t you rubbing a sore spot an hour ago, in your room?”

She knew something, immediately he saw his chance to escalate. “If I did, how would you know?”

“I opened the door to ask you something, but you were, well, focused elsewhere.”

Robbie searched her face, mechanically passing her more dirty dishes. She grinned at herself and avoided his eyes, pretending to concentrate on her task. Even when their parents yelled their goodbyes from the front door, she pretended normality.

Then, suddenly alone in the house together, it was as if both sensed a new kind of tension in the air. Their dad’s car drew away. Allie closed the dishwasher door, turned it on, and tried to pass Robbie. He gently pinned her against the machine and forced her to look into his eyes.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door?”

Softly, almost in a whisper, she said: “Because I knew what you were doing.”

Despite having resolved, that very day, to seduce his sister, now that she’d given him an inroad he faltered briefly. The implication was clear. Allie had entered the bedroom knowing her brother was masturbating.

Now she brushed past him, smiling that long-lost naughty smile. He felt the tips of her firm breasts feather across his chest. He grabbed her and pulled her back. “Did you see what you were hoping to see.?”

“No. I lost my nerve.”

“It’s bigger now, you know.”

“Hmm, I expect it is.”

“It hurts, too. Aches.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Very painful.”

She pretended to be his nurse again. “When does it hurt most?”

“Oh, mostly when you’re close.”

She looked up into her big brother’s eyes, and said: “I’m very close now, Robbie. So close I can feel your warmth. How does it feel now?”

“Oh Allie, throbbing. So much I can’t bear it.”

Allie knew where this was going. It had headed in this direction many times before, but this time she was going to let it go all the way. So she hastened their game.

“Get it out, Robbie, let me take care of you again.”

Reality check. He gulped. His sister wanted him to let her stroke his cock. Yeah, he wanted it too, but there’s no going back, there’s no ‘I’ll call you sometime’ with your real sister. But she knew that too, she wasn’t a kid anymore. So he told her, just in case she didn’t fully appreciate nilüfer escort bayan where he was going: “This time, little sister, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Unh Hunh, big bruv. And I’m gonna fuck you back.”

His hands reached up and felt the warmth of her breasts behind her woollen jumper while she reached for his belt buckle. Slowly, without haste, she undid his jeans and pushed them down over the tent of his imprisoned cock and down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. When she stood, he pulled her jumper over her head and threw it on top of his jeans.

“Allie, show me your tits.”

“Cock first.”

He smiled and pulled it out, stroking gently.

“Oh my. Impressive, bro!”

“You gave it an extra inch.”

She smiled as she reached around to unclasp her white lacy bra. Her freed tits seemed to wink in the light. Round, full, capped with dark pink nipples. She stroked them, offered them for him: “These have grown too.”

“So I see. Allie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go to your room?”

They were there in seconds, then laying on her bed. They stroked each other’s arms. “Why in here?”

“Cos it smells like you.”

“That’s sweet. Robbie, have you ever…?”

“No. You?”

“Oh shit. Really? We’re gonna be each other’s first?”

“Wow. But really, are you surprised?”

“Only that it took so long. Robbie, touch me? I’m so wet.”

His hand went inside her tight panties and down to her pussy, and her wispy pubes flattened against his palm. As his fingers found her wetness, she gripped his cock. No fumbling, though. They’d not been this far before, but it was as if they had.

“Jesus, who knew my sister’s pussy was so small?”

“It feels as though your cock won’t fit. But try. Now. OK?”

She slid her panties down and put her hands around his neck as he got between her thighs. Despite their inexperience, they luxuriated in this long-anticipated moment. Robbie’s cock pointed to its target, his sister’s moist opening, and he pressed it there until he felt her pussy give way.

Allie squealed as her brother’s cock found her hymen then ripped it away. He kept still for a second, despite his need to be right inside her wet tunnel, but her hands on his buttocks pulled him into her as her hips rose to meet him.

“Oh fuck, Robbie.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. No, it’s fucking heaven. Go slow, I’m cumming already.”

For the first time Robbie felt a woman’s pussy grip his cock. His sister’s pussy, his sister’s thighs gripping his own, rippling, her tummy pulsing as her breathing turned to little pants and then a mewing sigh. A warm flush announced her first orgasm, bursa otele gelen escort bayan brief, divine.

Proudly now Robbie pushed deeply into his sister’s open, hot pussy. His knob burned at the touch of her cervix, the shaft completely gloved by her tight inner flesh. But there was still no urgency, despite him knowing he, too, was going to cum.

As if they’d been lovers for years, their hips found delicious rhythm that made every inward thrust hilt and each outward journey cling. Allie had learned on her fingers how to grip inside there, now her brother, for whom she’d longed these many years, was getting the benefit of her self-education.

And it drove him wild, making his thighs tremble and his arms and chest quiver uncontrollably. Buck fever it was called, he knew.

It started deep in his balls, this tightening and sharpening of sensation. He resolved to pull out and spend on Allie’s chest but she pulled him into herself as a second climax overtook her senses too. Suddenly he didn’t care. Their first time had to be total, complete, so he let himself go. Impossibly rigid now, his cock pulsed once for practice, then unloaded his jets of hot cum up inside his sister. Grunting, he contorted his face as the intensity of sensation focused his wits entirely on his spurting cock.

Allie met him, thrust for thrust, and felt his goo splash inside her. It flicked her into a longer, stronger orgasm which turned her tits to orbs of sensitivity and her cunt, her burning cunt, to a pool of liquid flesh centred solely on her brother’s invading member, buried so deeply inside her that she felt it push the very opening to her womb.

Hearts racing, panting now, each still twitching their genitals against the other, they held on tight as the last throes of their orgasms faded into deep, selfish afterglow.

The sex lasted less than five minutes this first time, so urgent was their lust, and yet it had been calm. Measured, even. Not at all like fumbling teenagers, as they might have expected.

In fact the afterglow lasted almost as long. For his part, Robbie pressed his firm cock into his sister, reminded himself who she was, smiled. He lifted his head from beside hers.

“Why the smile, Robbie?” As if she didn’t know…

“Because, my gorgeous little sister, I’ve just realised my oldest, deepest fantasy.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“Fucking you.” She obviously wanted to hear it.

“Mmmm. Robbie, I should have said. It’s OK to cum in me, I’m safe.”

“Oh thank heaven. Since when?”

“Since the day after you took a pounding for me.”

“And gave back three.”

“Yeah. But mostly because of what you took.”

“I’d take it over again, for this.”

“You won’t have to. I dreamed of this too. So it’s meant to be.”

“Mmm. Did you notice I’m still hard?”

“Did you notice I’m still wet. Very wet?”

“We’re gonna have so much fun together. When are mum and dad home, Al?”

“Midnight.”

“Wanna see how many times we can fuck before then?”

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Dierdre. Short, skinny, sweet, and my one-time best friend. I was always jealous of how hot she was, though I attracted a bit of attention myself back when she and I were friends. Like her, I was skinny — Skinnier, as a matter of fact, which I loved because I could easily borrow her clothing, but she couldn’t do the same for mine. We both had waist-length hair, mine was brown and hers was dyed an amazing purple. Her eyes were blue, mine were dark green. She had round boobs, and mine were like Madana’s.

But we both had one hot summer night in common.

It was nothing we planned, but it just sort of… Happened. Lying on the couch on one lazy night, she curiously asked, “Have you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss a girl?” I stared at her in schocked disbelief — This coming from my best friend’s mouth seemed odd to me.

“W..well… I s-suppose once in awhile.. I.. Mean, I guess that I do…” I stuttered.

“Me too. I always wondered what it would be like to feel her tits, too. Or to make her squirm as I ate her out.” She licked her lips and stared at my now-heaving chest, the small nipples hard from all of this talk. “And I would like to know before college…” She hopped up next to me and rested her hand on my thigh, feeling the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms.

“Bu..But.. Well.. Umm.. Okay, I guess… But you have to promise not to tell our boyfriends…” My mouth was so dry, I could barely spit those words out. What was I saying? It was OKAY to let my best friend do these things to me? I didn’t even let my boyfriend touch me, demanding that he wait until I was ready.

“Deal.” With gorukle escort that, she ran her hand up my thigh softly. She leaned forward and nibbled on my neck, causing moans to escape my lips. “Take off your clothes, I want to see you…” I hurried to comply, fumbling to strip of my tank top and pajama bottoms. “Wow…” She muttered, staring at my newly aroused pussy.

“What about you?” I asked, immediately blushing. Sensing my tension, she leaned forward and kissed me softly. It’s so hard to describe what that felt like to me… Wonderful, soft, sweet. I felt hands touch my breasts, but I didn’t care. I knew we were being naughty, it felt so good, and I wanted more of her soft touch.

She pulled away, causing a moan of protest, and procceeded to remove her own clothing. My eyes eagerly drank her up — Her wonderfully shaped breasts, her eyes, her hair, her pussy… I could nearly taste her sex juices, and beconed her to come to me. She felt so soft on my skin, her tongue mixing with mine, her hands on my breasts, and mine in her wet snatch, fucking her as best I could.

“Lie down, Angel. I want to show you something.”

Eagerly I lay down on the sofa with my breasts stuck proudly in the air. She spread my legs open and blew a puff of cool air on my aching pussy. “Ohhh…” I moaned softly. Wasting no time at all, she went straight for the goal — Obviously a first timer, but knowing somewhat how to do it from her boyfriend, she licked up and down my pusy, causing moans to escape my lips. “Di..Dierdre.. How.. How do you..?” She put a finger to my lips and kept at it, trying to make me altıparmak eskort bayan cum. Now that I think back upon it, I know that she really was not that experienced. I’ve had quite a few women since her, however, the first always sticks out in your mind.

I felt something thick and cold prod my pussy lips, and quickly looked down. She had grabbed a candle from the blanket chest and was shoving it inside my wet pussy. Coyly smiling, she explained, “Couldn’t find anything else..” I nodded eagerly, and licked my lips. Sensing that I wanted her to continue after all, she began to push the candle into my depths and withdrawing it repeatedly.

“Ohh… Fuck… Fuck me Dierdre…” I moaned louder and louder. “Come on baby, fuck me…” She quickened the pace. “COME ON YOU FUCKING SLUT, YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.” She slammed me over and over again, causing chills to go up and down my spine. “Oh… Fuck… FUCK…” I rotated my hips and reached down with one hand to push her face into my cunt.

She lapped at me with more vigor now, teasing the clit, pounding me with the candle. As disgusting as it would seem to the normal person, it made me so hot. I thrashed and cried out, whimpering now and then. Soon an orgasm ripped through my body, the likes of which I have no felt since with another female.

“Wow…” I moaned as the orgasm subsided. “Just.. Wow..” She giggled slightly before I could continue.

“I have something in my room that my boyfriend had me get so that I could show him how great anal is… I’ll be right back.” I kissed her forehead and hurried nilüfer eskort bayan up to my room to grab the double-ended dildo. The mirror caught my eye as I passed it. The girl reflected there had messed up hair and a wild lust-driven look in her eyes — I wonder if Dierdre had seen that. I giggled and skipped slightly, tweaking my own nipples, down the stairs where the Goddess herself was lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. She turned to look at me.

“Whoa! That’s cool! What is it?” She poked it gingerly with one finger.

“A two-headed dildo. Your turn.” I shoved one end deep inside my pussy and moaned, then mounted her frame. Placing her legs upon my shoulders like I had seen my boyfriend do hundreds of times, I was able to penetrate her wet slit with no problem.

She screamed out in pain, “Oh FUCK that hurt Angel…”

I slapped her ass and began to fuck to my best ability. “Take that cock you fucking whore. You nasty like tramp.” I pounded in and out of her, causing sensations to rip through my own body. Once in awhile, I would have to reinsert the dildo into my pussy, as I became so wet it nearly slid out; but for the most part, I was able to keep it in from pushing into her so hard.

“Yes, fuck me.. Fuck me… I’m a dirty whore.. Ohhhh…” She moaned and thrashed her head side to side. “Oh God.. Oh God…”

The plastic dildo sunk into her repeatedly, our breasts bounced, and I felt better that I ever had before. “God Dierdre, this is so good…” She nodded and bit her lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

And she screamed, “Oh GOD I’m coming…” And out her sweet juices flowed, covering the plastic penis. I grinned and leaned down, pulling away the dildo, and licked up her juices. I will never forget how sweet she tasted. Once I was done and her moans subsided, I smiled at her with a twinkle as she stroked my hair.

“At least my parents weren’t home.”

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I caught her, in my bed, with her boss. Came back early from fishing, wish I’d been hunting. A fishing rod isn’t half as threatening as a 12 gauge. Angela was no angel, the bitch just laughed, her boss told me to go away and come back when I’m a man. Filleting knife goes through sidewalls real easy. He was pissed about fixing four flats. I had the last laugh when his brakes failed, gosh, someone punctured his brake lines. He wasn’t going fast enough to do any serious damage to the car or him. Cops weren’t too happy with me but the judge sympathised and only gave me 30 days.

No-one told Angela I was well-behaved and she was rather surprised when I walked in after 10 days. I’d been able to start divorce proceedings from the lock-up so she’d already been served. My cousin Sue was the bank manager so I’d been able to lock that aspect up, my Uncle Dave was my boss so my job was waiting for me. Still my family didn’t control everything in the town so when the divorce case was heard she got the usual female advantages, damn near cleaned me out. Daughter Brenda, was only 15 so she had to stay with mum, even though she told the judge, loudly, in court, that she didn’t want to stay with a cheating whore. The judge told her to shut up, she had no say until she was eighteen.

At least I had my clothes, my old pick-up, and my fishing gear and boat. Who am I kidding, it was a dingy with a 25hp outboard. Even so I had to sell it to get into a rental apartment. My job was OK but selling furniture on commission isn’t the easiest way to make a living. Still I made enough to survive.

Angela was made a pariah in town so she moved 150 miles away. This time I got my sympathetic judge (a great-uncle) and Angela had to pay all the travel costs for Brenda to visit one weekend each month and half of each school holidays. Brenda and I got on very well even though money was tight through me not working as much when she visited. Uncle Dave encouraged me to bring Brenda in with me as he said she brightened up the place and he found some office work for her to do.

Three years of this hand to mouth existence, I’d just put Brenda on the bus back to her moms and was walking home when I spotted a brooch by the sidewalk. Picked it up thinking it might be worth something, but looking closely it was obvious that it was pretty old and probably a family heirloom worth a lot. I put an ad in the local papers Lost and Found with my phone number and when the paper came out my phone rang.

“I think you’ve found my mothers brooch, a Cabochon Brooch with an engraving of two children, a girl on a swing with a boy holding two apples.”

The description was perfect so I arranged to meet her at my work the next day. She was so grateful to get the brooch back that she wanted to give me a hundred dollar reward. I refused to accept, so she gave me a motherly kiss and turned up the next day with a cake and some shop vouchers that Brenda could use. Also in the envelope was a couple of lottery tickets. I put the envelope on the mantel and didn’t think to check the tickets until a week after the prize draw.

One ticket won Twenty Million, about twelve and half million after taxes.

I went back to work in a daze. My boss stopped me as I walked in the office and looked at me.

“Are you OK Jake, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I…. I…. I won the lottery.”

“Holy shit, about time some luck went your way. How much?”

“Twenty, About Twe…. twel… Twelve and a half million after tax!”

“ALL RIGHT. Invest it wisely and you’ll never have to work again. Your cousin Susan at the bank can get you started on term deposits and sort you out with a proper financial advisor. I’ll plan on your immediate retirement, and I do not expect you back this week. I suggest you collect the money, put say, ten million straight into term deposits for now and keep the rest available, buy a new house, truck, fishing boat, whatever.”

My Uncle Dave made a lot of sense so I collected the money and saw cousin Sue. She nearly fainted when she saw the numbers but got me organised. Ten million at current interest rates gives an income of nearly five hundred thousand a year which is a hell of a lot more than I’m currently earning.

I went back to my apartment in a bit of a funk and just sat there. My dreams that night were…. interesting. But by morning I’d decided to follow the rest of my uncles advice.

I cleaned out my truck and took it down to another uncles’ Ford dealership and traded it in on the latest Ford 250 CrewCab pick-up, with all the trimmings. I picked up the property paper and started looking and one of the pictures reminded me of a place I’d seen a while back when I’d gone fishing. Back then it had a big “No Trespassing” sign but now the picture included a smaller “For Sale” sign. The map had shown there was a lake there but I couldn’t find a way in to it. I contacted the realtor who surprised me, the place had been escort bayan on the market for over two years. It was a hundred and twenty miles north so he passed me on to a local agent who arranged to meet me there in a couple of hours.

I found the property and the agent arrived at the same time. He unlocked the gates and we drove up a long winding drive to find the house on a rise beside the lake. Woooheee the house was fancy.

The house had cedar sidings and a tile roof, the master bedroom had an ensuite that could have damn near fitted a football team in it, there were four guest bedrooms, each with a small ensuite, a large kitchen, a formal dining room, super large living that opened onto a huge redwood deck. There were sun sails over parts of the deck with plenty of sunbathing areas. The house was nearly fully furnished although it had been vacant for a year.

By the lake was a dock and boathouse big enough for two with a proper launching ramp. The garage could fit three and still had plenty of workshop area. The place was off the grid and had a great setup of solar panels, wind turbine and battery storage. All this on 160 acres of land that was mostly covered in trees with a state forest on the other side of the thirty acre lake.

It was perfect.

The valuation wasn’t too far different from the asking price of 1.2 Million so I pulled out my checkbook. The agent was dumbfounded when I gave him the asking price. We headed back to his office and he got busy on the phone. He cleared the check with my bank, and arranged for settlement in two days. I asked him to get a cleaning crew to go through it as I planned to move in Monday.

I headed back to town with a sense of purpose and dropped round to see my uncle. He liked the new truck and patted me on the back when I told him about the property.

I spent the weekend packing up my apartment and Monday morning I handed my keys in and drove off. I got to my new house and met the agent there. He handed over the keys and all the paperwork.

He drove off and I moved my gear in. Didn’t do much to fill in the space. I headed out to the nearest town and the supermarket. Going from watching the pennies to millionaire meant I could buy the good stuff and I stocked up. Filled the back seat right up. On the edge of town was a boat yard so I stopped and looked around. Makes and models weren’t that important on such a small lake but they had a really nice 2002 30′ Boston Whaler with twin Yamahas giving 450HP that could even sleep four in comfort. Only $69,000 so another check, hooked it up and towed it home. The heavy trailer was real easy to launch with and then I moored the boat at the dock.

I unloaded all my shopping and realised that there would be quite a few more shopping trips to replace my somewhat worn wardrobe and all my linens that were also threadbare. I could finally buy quality rather than cheap. I was unpacking my apartment stuff and found the envelope with the vouchers in it. I suddenly remembered Brenda – I hadn’t told her yet!. I thought for a bit then looked around outside. I picked the right tree and climbed a little way up until I could get a good photo that showed the house, lake and boat as well as my new pick-up. Brenda turned eighteen next weekend so I sent the picture to her cell phone with a note “Happy Birthday”. I didn’t expect to hear from her until after school but within the hour she phoned me.

“DAD! What do you mean, “Happy Birthday”? Sending me a picture for my birthday present is a bit strange. So unlike you, so I have to ask, what’s going on?”

“Well Brenda, It’s like this, I won a bit of money and everything in that picture is now mine.”

There was stunned silence, “Are you still working?”

“I don’t need to any longer.”

“How … how much.”

“About twelve and a half million.”

“Oh my God.”

Silence. “Dad, you realize when I turn eighteen I can make up my own mind where I live, can’t I.”

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot about that.”

“I’ve been counting the days, Dad. I turn eighteen on Friday. I know mum doesn’t have anything planned to ‘celebrate’. She’ll be at work and so will her boyfriend, I WON’T be at school. Could you come and pick me and my stuff up. I was going to wait until I graduated in six months but if you’re willing and able to support me, I would rather live with you.”

“NO PROBLEM, I’ll be there around 10am. Actually I’ll drive over Thursday and stay in a motel so between 9 and 10 OK?”

“YES, Dad, that is so OK. Um, I might need some big bags, and….. no I think that’s all I’ll need.”

“Right, I’ll see you Friday.”

Yee-haa, oh, I’m so going to love going one up on Angela. I went through the house in detail and started to make up an extensive shopping list. I realized that there was nothing urgent and that I’d rather wait for Brenda so we could shop together. A simple meal, shower and bed.

Waking up in a new bed had me wondering where I altıparmak escort bayan was for a moment. Morning pitstop then a coffee out on the deck. Added an outdoor table and chairs to the shopping list. Had to eat inside.

Down to the dock and on my new boat, fired up the outboards and went for a cruise around the lake. Saw no-one, zero, zilch. Quite a few bends and curves in the lake that looked like good fishing spots. Found a couple of sandy beaches that were interesting.

Text message from Brenda showed “3”, took me a moment to work out what she meant. The countdown had begun.

Did a bit of fishing and managed to catch a decent sized bass, enough for dinner for one. Spent a lot of the day chilling out, just looking around. A lot of really good trees, trails among them made a really pleasant atmosphere. A quiet evening, added a TV or two onto the shopping list.

Wednesday was a repeat of the day before except I spent a lot of time lazing on the deck. Poked around some of the storage areas and found a couple of deck loungers. Able to get comfortable in the sunshine. The text from Brenda, “2 ******”, figured she meant kisses. Cooking for one is a bummer, drove into town to have a pizza and a few beers.

Thursday I woke up eager to get busy. An early text, “1 ********”, I think Brenda’s getting eager also. After lunch I headed out, nearly three hours to Brenda’s town. Stayed in a motel just on the edge of town and breakfasted at Denny’s. I got up so early I had to have two extra coffees or I would have been there before Angela left. 8:55am the message said simply “Now”, I was there in ten. Brenda raced out and hugged me. Looked at the tonneau covers on the pick-up and told me to open them up. By the time I had them open she was back with the first two bags. Five minutes and she had six big bags in the back.

“I’ve written Mum a letter telling her that I’m going to live with you, now that I’m eighteen and legally allowed to choose. I have absolutely no idea where you live now so I haven’t told her. Now I need to go to school and sign out.”

She’s organised! We went round to her school and they accepted that she was eighteen and could sign herself out of school. Fifteen minutes and that was complete. There was a sense of urgency about Brenda and it wasn’t until we crossed the county line that she relaxed. We stopped in my old home town for lunch and then we dropped into the bank and I picked up the credit card I’d arranged for Brenda. She looked at the card, gulped, and looked at me.

“Th .. Thanks Dad. But I plan on shopping WITH you.”

I laughed and gave her a hug, “I’m not planning on coming in to that Victorias Secrets with you, and there’ll be other shopping you’ll want to do without me.”

“Victorias Secrets huh, OH you naughty man, you want a full fashion show when we get home. Actually, I would love to give you a lingerie fashion show.”

I pointed to the shop down the street, but she shook her head and told me “no hurry”. We went back to the pick-up then drove to the Ford Dealership.

“Choose one honey.”

Her eyes went wide as she saw a Barbie car, a Mustang convertible in red, not pink. She looked at me so I nodded. Asked the salesman when she could have it and he promised it would be ready in an hour. Wrote another check and he scurried off and got the guys busy.

Brenda and I wandered over to the mall and wandered around holding hands.

“I don’t need to shop, Dad, I’ve got everything I could ever want right here beside me.” She stopped, turned and wrapped her arms around me. A big hug and she raised her face for a kiss, that wasn’t no daddy-daughter kiss! That was an open mouth, tongue twisting, full of promise smackeroo!.

I gasped for breath and looked at her. Her eyes held my gaze,

“Daddy, I have wanted to be with you since, since I could think about it. When that stupid judge sent me to live with Mum, I cried for a week. But every day for the last three years, I have planned what would happen when today came. The car isn’t important, where we live isn’t important, I just want to be with you. Although they’re nice, can we go straight home next.”

“Right sweetheart. Pick up your car and you follow me STRAIGHT home. Remember, the Mustang is quicker than the pick-up so keep a light foot on the pedal.”

“Yes Daddy, I’ll follow close behind, I won’t tickle your butt, …… Yet.”

I looked sharply at her but she just looked innocent. We headed back to the dealer and collected her car. We headed home with Brenda a safe distance behind. I unlocked the gate, we drove in, and I relocked the gate, then Brenda started goosing the throttle. I laughed and slowed walking back to the pick-up, stopping to pick a flower to give to her. She pulled out and accelerated past me, leaving me to follow her. I got to the house to find her car parked but no sign of her. I walked around the house to find her on the deck looking nilüfer eskort out over the lake. I found her, but I couldn’t see her clothes. She looked at me, and stretched, her arms reaching for the skies, her breasts pushed forward for my viewing pleasure. My God, she had definitely grown up. I stood there as she presented herself, twisting slightly so I got a profile view, about a B cup, with erect nipples that seemed to harden as I looked. Her legs were parted and she tilted her pelvis to present her mound. My body reacted.

“Daddy, all these years you’ve given me everything you can, I give you everything I can. My breasts, my pussy, you can look at, you can touch, anything. Oh, I will have to get rid of this bush so you have better access, but all of me is yours.”

She stepped over to my spellbound body and wrapped her arms around me. Another big hug, then her arms moved, up around my neck and she pulled me down for another kiss. This was another promise kiss, a seal that everything she had said was meant with all her heart. She pressed against me and I knew she could feel my hardness, she pressed her mound against me and rubbed herself up and down.

“If you do that, I’ll have to change my jeans.”

She did it again “I’ve got a better idea, leave the jeans off. We’re private here, the gates locked, I decree that the dress code in Daddy’s Estate is an undress code.”

She reached out and undid the buttons of my shirt, slipped it off my shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. She undid my belt and zip, looked me in the eye and slid my jeans down. I stood spellbound as she knelt and tapped me on each knee to lift while she took my jeans right off. She looked at my briefs and took them by the sides, she started sliding them down but they caught on something. She smiled in triumph, looked up at me, and reached out to bite the waistband. With her teeth she pulled my briefs out, freeing my cock, and allowing the briefs to follow my jeans. I lifted my feet as she finished undressing me. She knelt there, looking up at me, then leaned forward and kissed my cock. My cock went from hard to super-hard,

“Daddy, I’m still a virgin, but I won’t be for long. Can we go inside so I can fulfil my promise.”

I picked up the keys and unlocked the house. We went inside and, apart from a brief look around, Brenda had one destination in mind. Into the bedroom she pulled me and stopped by the bed. Again she pulled me close and hugged, her lips lifted for another kiss, no longer of promise but now of fulfillment.

“Daddy, I need you to make me complete.”

I took the lead and kissed her, running my hands over her body. I could smell her arousal even before I caressed her, my caresses had her head tilted back and her eyes closed. I picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. My kisses now, moved down her body, around her neck, along her sides. Up her legs from her feet, her legs parted to allow full access, her breathing shortened as my kisses approached her center. But no, I moved on, across her stomach and circling her breasts, causing her to whimper. Her nipples now were hard peaks, as I circled them, flicking them with my tongue. Smoothly I took one into my mouth and sucked, sucked hard, then soft, then hard. She yelped and pushed her chest up for me, wanting more attention. I alternated between her breasts, nibbling, sucking, with my hand busy on the other breast. She writhed, moaning, and whimpering as my mouth slowly moved southwards across her body. My tongue in her navel, as a brief stop, but then onwards. She knew what was coming as my tongue entered her forest. She opened her legs wide as I used my hands to part her hair, revealing her opening flower to my delighted gaze. The aroma was stronger as I ran my tongue down the edge of her lips. My tongue teased her, circling her entrance, then flickering up, and around her clit. That little nub peeped out of its hood and received some direct attention. She bucked and thrust herself at me. My tongue continued its explorations, flowing from top to bottom, teasing around to her little star pucker before suddenly sucking at her nub again. She bounced, she thrust herself up for me, she twisted. She came with a scream and a squirt, her juices straight into my mouth. I drank deep, then moved up her body. I looked her in the eye as I lined myself up with her entrance.

“Yes Daddy, I’m ready.”

I entered her, feeling her cherry pop and she twitched. I held still and it was only a moment before she nodded. I started that ancient dance, sliding in and out of her

“Oh Yes, oh yes, oh yes, Oh my God,, oh my, oh yes, …… oh Daddy. YES.”

*********

We walked naked down to the lake and waded out, the water was, shall we say, refreshing.

A lazy walk then back to the house for dinner. Brenda’s cell phone started ringing and it was her mother on the line telling her to get her butt back home, Brenda laughed,

“Mum, I’m at my new home, I’m eighteen now and I don’t have to stay with you any longer. I’d prefer you to be pleasant on the phone so we can stay in contact, but if you’re going to go crazy I’ll get a new phone and you’ll lose me completely.”

Her mother settled down a bit but still sounded shitty. I was proud of Brenda for keeping cool.

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