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Mothership Wilderness Pt. 07

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This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don’t worry, they’re fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.

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The corridors of Errand into the Wilderness were dimmed to simulate night. As God’s children, Pricilla knew that wherever they travelled they needed to heed the laws of their creation. They should remind themselves of the firmaments of the second day. Land, sea, and sky were far away at the moment, but they had the holopark and imagerooms to remind the crew of their play in His creation. They must also observe the day/night cycle which would lead to the sabbath. Without reminders of their first home, they would cease to be human and might fall back into the animal kingdom, as had the rest of Earth since the Fourth War. Pricilla shuddered to think of the heathens and polygamists back home.

As she walked down the darkened corridor, Pricilla shuddered again. What now separated her from those they had fled? Her brother was now a depraved creature, and she was sneaking out of her husband’s bed to perform marital bonds with that rapacious thing between Jacob’s legs. Bonds that should be reserved only for John.

“Errand?”

“Yes, Member Carver?” The computer’s feminine voice had a soothing quality.

“Is my brother’s door locked?” Pricilla could see Jacob’s door just down the corridor in the dim light. Her breasts ached as they pushed at her Colony Control uniform. Her underwear stuck uncomfortably where her wetness spread. She started to waddle a little, which would have looked ridiculous if anyone was up at that hour to see her. Fortunately, she was alone.

“Members Mason and Humility Winthrop have locked their door.”

“Stupid computer.” Pricilla got to the door and stood. Silence blanketed her. “You know I’m talking about Jake.”

“Member Jacob Winthrop’s door is unlocked.”

“Okay. Go away now,” Pricilla said to the computer. She was irritable and taking it out on their innocent ship. Was it the expectation of that pure joy that made her so tense? Was this what the heathens meant by ‘needing a fix’? Pricilla opened the door and stepped into the room. The only light fell in through the windows from distant stars. She could hear her brother’s soft breathing as he slept.

Creeping across the room, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She found his bed and looked down at him as she unzipped her uniform. Heaven help her, he had night wood. While Jacob slept on his back, his penis propped up the blanket with its hardness. She could see it moving under there, like a creature looking for a way out. She stepped out of her uniform. Pricilla was here to give the vile thing what it wanted. To ease Jacob’s plight. It was the sisterly thing to do, even if John would never understand.

When she removed her bra, her boobs dropped out of confinement. That wasn’t quite right, was it? Her boobs had always stood so small and proud on her chest that they didn’t drop. But they did now. Pricilla tentatively lifted each tender breast. They were definitely bigger. She felt like she was having a second adolescence. Somehow, she took these new strange changes in stride.

The thing under the blanket seemed to writhe with more urgency. Could Jacob’s penis know she was there while he slept? She’d heard a heathen’s penis had a mind of its own, but she didn’t think that was what the saying meant. Jacob’s breathing remained calm and even. Pricilla trembled with excitement as she removed her panties and put them on the pile of her clothes.

The blanket was smooth and soft under her fingers. She pulled it down his body. Normal skinny chest for an eighteen-year-old colony settler. Normal belly, slightly concave. But what was next was anything but normal.

Despite knowing what she would find, a gasp escaped Pricilla’s lips as she uncovered the behemoth. It moved in a way God had not intended human parts to move. Yet, according to their scripture, it had to be His work. Clear fluid wept from the head and ran over the veiny protuberances. Her heart beat a mile a minute. She thought about waking her brother tenderly with her mouth, but she needed it inside her. For Jacob’s own good, of course.

Pricilla climbed onto the bed, straddled Jacob, and looked down at his sleeping face. He looked so content. Her heart surged at the thought that she was about to bring him more joy still. With her Escort bayan husband, she would have to reach down, find his manhood, and insert it for him. But with Jacob, she had only to lower herself enough that his thing could work its way in. And that’s just what it did.

“Oooooohhhhhhhh.” Her hips gave a few involuntary jerks as she sank down and felt the penis exploring her insides. “It’s where it belongs,” she whispered. “I will tame this beast.” She rocked her hips and ground her little button into her brother. Within minutes, she quivered her way through an orgasm. It gave her delicate, sweet joy. But, of course, such climaxes were only a prelude to the eruption that would happen within her when her body accepted his sperm.

“Mom?” Jacob blinked his eyes, trying to focus.

“It’s me … Jake.” Pricilla switched her movement to a bouncing ride, like taking the stud out at a canter back on Earth. She bounced high enough that it would have dislodged her poor husband every time, but Jacob stayed firmly inside her.

“Oh, Pricilla. That feels so good.” Jacob reached out and put his hands on her narrow thighs. He could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching with her efforts. “I was … just dreaming about my … balls. They hurt.”

“I know you need us to … ugh … ugh … help you.” Pricilla threw her head back, her blond hair falling back behind her shoulders. She looked up at the ceiling. She was going over the edge again. “Don’t you worry about … your pent up … stuff … anymmmoooooooooooorrree.” Pricilla’s shoulders jerked forward and she convulsed with pleasure. That mammoth penis had just found one of her weak spots and sent her mind spiraling. She wasn’t taming it. It was taming her.

“You’re … so beautiful …” Jacob’s eyes searched her form in the dark. Her breasts flopped on her chest, her small dark nipples standing out on her pale skin. Her slender, strong body twisted this way and that. She was usually so regal in her bearing, but she had sunk to something less than that with him. He wished he could see the triangle of blond hair between her legs, but it was lost in shadow. He could, however, see the outline of his long cock plunging in and out of her. It was a miracle that it fit. He let her ride him for a long time, drinking in the sight of her. Eventually, his grip on her trim thighs tightened. “I … needed … this … ugh … thank you … aaaaaahhhhhhhhh.” Jacob roared out his pleasure.

“Me … too … gggggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa … mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh …” All words were lost for Pricilla once his stuff filled her up. After that, it was a swim for her through nebulae of pleasure.

Jacob listened to the stupid sounds she made as her humps became more irregular and then stopped all together. He grunted out his last few waves of orgasm and then relaxed back into the mattress. He looked up at Pricilla as she leaned forward, shaking. Her hair fell around her face and her boobs hung toward Jacob’s chest. They stayed like that for a good long while, still joined by Jacob’s quieted cock.

“If you can do … that to a woman … you truly are … His messenger,” Pricilla said with a choked laugh.

“What?” Jacob furrowed his brow, trying to read her face shadowed by her hair.

“Nothing.” Slowing rising her hips, Pricilla pulled him out of her and sat on the bed next to him. “I need to get back to John before he notices I’m gone.” Her eyes were drawn right back to his hard thing, still writhing, but with much less urgency than before.

“Could you spare a few more minutes?” Jacob sat up, grabbed her hips, and maneuvered her onto her back. He enjoyed the way her breasts hung to the sides.

“Sorry, Jake.” She shook her head. “John could wake up at any time, I -” She was cut off by Jacob’s lips on hers. He gave a series of kisses. First tentative, then with more confidence, and then his tongue slipped into her mouth. She could feel his heavy, meaty thing wriggling on top of her belly. His sacks still felt so full as they rested on her pelvis. “No … I … um … John … mmmmmmm …” she said in between kisses. She reached down with her left hand and stroked the monster as they made out. Feelings of pride, guilt, and awe mixed as her hand slowly measured the size of it. She knew she shouldn’t let her wedding ring touch the thing, that John would go crazy if he knew, but how could she stop any of this? This was His will, after all.

“I’m going to Bayan escort put it in now.” Jacob lowered his hips and let his dick move into her again.

“Okay.” She couldn’t think of anything more to say. Soon, she was screaming out her pleasure again, letting her brother do with her as he willed.

It wasn’t until many hours later that Pricilla left her brother’s room, freshly showered. The corridors were brighter, reminding the crew of the dawn He brings each day. It was too bad for John that this had happened. But Pricilla thought less about her husband than she’d expected as she walked back to their quarters. Instead, she thought about the almost angry look on Jacob’s face when he was about to burst, and then the boundless joy that followed for both of them shortly after that.

~~

“Do you have a moment?” Humility walked into the lounge where Mary read by one of the long windows.

“What is it dear?” Mary looked up to see her short daughter-in-law walk in with a holo-projection hovering to her right.

“You studied Errand’s neural cortex, right? You know, how the ship thinks.” Humility spun the numbers in her projection so that Mary could see them.

“I did.” Mary nodded and smiled. She put her book down to give Humility her full attention.

“I think the computer ran some low-order protocol from Colony Control, and that’s why it injected Jacob with the stuff.” Humility pointed at the numbers, walking Mary through what she’d found. “The fertility drug was not given to Errand by Colony Control. As I was digging for something to reverse the effects, I found that Errand sent out a request to a heathen government for the drug. And … somehow bought it, or traded for it … I’m not sure.”

“Why on Earth would Errand into the Wilderness trade with the heathens?” Mary frowned, her pretty face scrunching up in thought.

“Well, Colony Control gave Errand a tertiary command to increase New Canaan’s survival chances.”

“I thought our survival was assured …” Mary’s eyes darted back and forth as she took in the numbers.

“It was. Well, almost.” Humility pointed at a row on the right. “Before takeoff, New Canaan had a 98.7% chance of survival. Almost perfect. But Errand thought the tertiary command meant it needed to raise that. The computer calculated that with the fertility drug injected into a suitable male, survival would go up to 99.6%. I think Errand has been secretly hindering my work on a reversal because of that command. It’s still working the probabilities. If you help me trim that command branch, I think we can get Jacob back to normal.”

“I see.” Mary smiled and stood up. She walked to the door. “Follow me, Lil. I need to show you something.”

“What?” Humility turned off her holo-projection and trotted to catch up to Mary’s longer strides. They went out into the corridor and turned right, heading toward Jacob’s quarters.

“His word flows through Colony Control. And His will is one and the same with our mission. Yes?” Mary looked over at the young woman. She was very pretty, with curves that pulled at her uniform. She knew Mason would never understand why his wife would have to sacrifice as she was about to do. But Humility had said it herself, God wanted them to survive.

“Yes.” Humility arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “But Colony Control can make mistakes. I mean, you studied the computer, it’s not infallible.”

“That’s just it, dear.” Mary arrived at Jacob’s door and opened it. She saw Jacob sitting inside watching an old baseball game with a robe on. How nice. “The word and deeds of the Lord are infallible. We cannot hope to comprehend his will. It is only ours to obey. Once you touch the face of God, you will understand. Let me show you.” She pushed Humility into the room and gave the door instructions not to let anyone else in.

“What are you talking about?” Humility’s pulse quickened. “I thought we were trying to -“

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Lil.” Jacob paused the baseball game, stood, and smiled at them.

“Hello, Jacob.” Humility blushed, thinking about what she’d done with her hands to Jacob only yesterday.

“Hello, sweetie.” Mary smiled. “Be a dear and disrobe for us.”

“Really?” Jacob looked at his sister-in-law and saw her wince at his mother’s words. But he dropped his robe. His dick had sprung to life the second they had walked into this room. Now it was about three-quarters turgid, and growing. All eyes in the Escort room fixed on it and there was silence while it mustered itself to full strength. Soon, it writhed and leaked precum as it always did when sex was imminent.

“Have you bowed before His messenger yet?” Mary’s eyes turned from the frightful penis to Humility’s blank face. The color had drained away from her feminine features. It looked like Humility had seen a ghost. “You have bowed before Him. I can tell from the way you’re looking at it. What did you do?”

“I only touched it with my hands,” Humility whispered. She felt Mary unzipping her uniform and wanted to protest, but couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Her knees trembled. She knew what Mary had wanted her to see.

“Did you imbibe of him?” Mary helped the young woman step out of her uniform and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

“I did.” Humility shivered at the memory of that ecstasy.

“Then you have already seen the face of God.” Mary removed the bra and admired the woman’s full breasts. “Why would you persist in trying to find fault with the faultless when you have experienced that perfection? You should know.” Mary bent down and slid her fingers under the band of Humility’s panties. She slid them off the woman, who offered no resistance. “Oh, these are a bit sticky, aren’t they?” She tossed the panties toward the bathroom. They’d need to go down the laundry chute later.

“It was a programming error,” Humility said weakly. She felt pressure on her bare back and let herself be pushed toward Jacob and his hideously moving cock.

“You’ve always been a pretty bird, Lil.” Mary stood back and watched with rapt attention. “Let’s see if you’re still singing the same song after this.” She looked at her son. “Take her, Jake. Bless her with your seed.”

“Okay, Mom.” Jacob tenderly took Humility by the shoulders and put her hands down on the bed, with her feet still on the floor, and legs slightly bent. “Maybe the first time it would be easier if you pretended I was Mason.”

The thought of comparing her portly husband with his tiny, underused penis to the abomination next to her made Humility snort a laugh. But it lasted only a second. Jacob’s penis found her opening and forced its way into her vagina. She clutched the blankets and held on for dear life as he lunged into her. “I feel it … I feel it … I feel it …” she wailed.

Mary slowly undressed and sat on the bed next to them, so she could look up into their eyes. Her own boobs rocked on her chest as Humility’s rigid arms pushed into the mattress with each thrust. Mary enjoyed the way Humility’s boobs swayed under her. She was the perfect embodiment of the fecundity promised by their mission to New Canaan. “Now that he’s inside you, you see this is all part of His plan. Right?”

“No … I … no …” Humility’s muscles clenched and she screamed out an orgasm on that thick cock. How could it not be part of a plan? Her mind echoed her mother-in-law. How could this feeling not be specifically designed? It was too perfect. She pushed her butt back at Jacob and let her analytical mind float away. Perhaps never to return. She didn’t know if she wanted it to come back.

“That’s good, Jake. That’s … very … good.” Mary’s hand fell to her vagina and she slowly stroked it as she watched them hump right next to her. She was no heathen, but she couldn’t deny that pleasure was bringing them all closer to God.

After almost an hour behind his sister-in-law’s ripe butt, Jacob was ready to let out a geyser of cum. Or his blessed seed, as his mother might say. “Hold … on … Lil … I’m just about … aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Jacob bellowed, tightened his grip on her hips, and slammed her one last time all the way on his cock. He could feel it turning inside her as it spewed. In the distance he could hear the stupid sounds women always made when he came. Humility was such an intelligent, accomplished member of their mission. But now, she was just a grunting animal, brought to a lower order of life by his dick.

Minutes later, Humility found herself lying on the floor, looking up at Mary riding her son on the bed. Humility’s mouth hung open and her vagina leaked semen. She caught Mary’s eye as the woman looked down at her.

“Now do you see?” Mary’s large breasts rose and fell on her chest as she took giant bounces on Jacob’s penis, lifting completely in the air, time after time. “It’s His plan.”

Humility nodded back at her. Maybe she did see. Maybe this was what the mission was supposed to be about from the beginning. Maybe she didn’t need to work so hard trying to figure out why. She could just look forward to more.

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My Afternoon with the O’Leary’s

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3Some

A true story with only the names changed.

I’m 43yo 6ft tall with quite a good body and from the UK. I work as a repairman for a UK major insurance company and see all sorts of different things doing my job. These range from little old ladies who forget to switch on their washing machines to lonely housewives who are desperate for some attention which I never give as I am there to do my job and on a tight schedule. So I was delighted when my friend’s name and address came up on my worksheet on one Friday as the last job to do.

So over I arrive there to be met by Nicole my friend’s wife, who is 39yo blonde 5’9 and 34D breasts and figure like a schoolgirl. Not bad considering she has had 3 kids. Always had a thing for her since my friend first met her. She was standing there in her dressing gown but had her hair up in plaited pigtails, which I fucking love on a woman. I asked her where my mate was, she said “over his dad’s fixing his car”. So she asked me do I want a cup of coffee, I thought I want more than a cup of coffee you slut.

While I was drinking that, Georgina, her 19yo daughter, 5ft 4″ brunette with a similar figure to her mom’s except 36E breasts, came in to the living room in her white, see through lace bra and lace thong panties, Escort bayan I nearly came at the sight of her. Georgina looked at me smiled and said “well you’ve seen my boobs before”, went into the kitchen, came back out, smiled again and went back upstairs without saying another word. I had seen her boobs twice in one day the previous summer. Once when Georgina was adjusting her bikini in my kitchen and out they came which everyone there seen and later on in the swimming pool when her bikini top came down again.

Nicole didn’t say word about as if it was perfectly normal for her daughter to walk around like that. Had to adjust myself as I had a fucking huge hard on. Nicole said she was going to get dressed as she said she was going out for the evening. I followed her up the stairs about five minutes later to start work on the washing machine, as that’s where it is (strange layout I know).

I started the repair and I swear it must of been all of thirty seconds later I heard a moan and “I love the way you lick my pussy mom”. I walked in to the Nicole’s bedroom to see her Nicole dressed in white stockings. black high heels, on her knees, with no panties on, fingering herself, with Georgina butt naked except for white high heels, legs spread on Bayan escort the bed getting her pussy licked, sucked and dildoed by her mom. I was hard again in an instant.

Within seconds they had me stripped naked and started to suck my 8″ cock. Loved watching them french kissing each other around my cock, the horniest thing I have ever seen or felt. I fucked Nicole doggie style while she got Georgina nice and wet, then Georgina got on her knees while I slowly inch by inch fed Georgina my monster until i was all the way in, I didn’t last too long first time. Pulled my cock out while Nicole, who was underneath us, eat my spunk straight out of Georgina’s hairless pussy. Nicole’s pussy is also shaved bald. There’s not a better feeling when a woman is licking and sucking your balls while your fucking her daughter.

They soon got me back hard and I fucked them both in every position. Every time I fucked Nicole she screamed “I love your big fucking cock. Fuck me you bastard!” Georgina just keep repeating “Mom he’s fucking huge! I’m cumming, OH MY FUCKING GOD! I’M FUCKING CUMMING MOM!” while Nicole is ordering me to “FUCK HER HARDER”.

We kept fucking and sucking until Nicole was riding my cock, Georgina was sitting on my face when I sensed Escort another person in the room. It was my mate who slammed his cock right up Nicole’s ass as I was fucking her pussy. Nicole screamed in ecstasy as she had never been double penetrated before. I have never felt pleasure like that before and it was not long before we both then cummed on their faces and tits.

While lying on the bed afterwards having my cock sucked clean by Georgina, I found out that Nicole has been teaching Georgina all about sex since Georgina was 18. when she caught Georgina masturbating with one of her vibrators. Georgina took her own virginity with her mother’s collection of vibrators.

Nicole and my mate then left the room while I showed Georgina what the other side of sex is like, making love, spooning her, caressing her smoking hot body, while nibbling on her sweet neck, telling her how beautiful she is. Tried anal with Georgina but way too tight yet, Nicole loves anal.

All this after I swore to myself that I would never be unfaithful to my wife again after I fucked her best friend Joanne several years ago, but that’s a story for another time.

It’s not as if my sex life at home is bad, it’s fucking amazing, as my wife is blonde, 5ft 5″ 38C breasts and a figure most men and women would kill for but no man would have turned down that wonderful and horny sight. I still got to pinch myself to see if I was imagining things but no all real. And YES I did fix the washing machine as well.

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Mum, Sis and Bro. Pt. 03

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Hardly able to believe my luck, as my naked Mother laid back down on her bed. I undressed and poured oil into my hands. Moving around to the bottom of the bed, my hands shook as I coated her feet with the oil. Holding her right foot I slowly moved my thumbs in a circular motion just below her toes, working my way down to her heel. Sighing deeply, my Mothers bright blue eye’s fluttered shut as I moved to her right foot.

Lowering my head, I lifted her foot slightly, I decided to gently suck and nibble on her toes. As I worked my tongue and teeth on her toes she gasped,

“Oh my god, that is amazing, please don’t stop.”

After working on her toes for some time I gradually worked my way along the top of her feet to her ankles. Putting some oil on my hands, I massaged her lower legs, as I rubbed and squeezed the soft, milky skin her legs gradually parted. Allowing me access to her calf muscles and my 1st view of my mother’s pussy.

As I continued to work the oil into her muscles I gazed between her legs. As I watched pearls of girl cum seeped from her pussy. Her short lips were flared, and I could clearly see her clit as it poked out from its hood. Moving up to her thigh’s I poured copious amounts of oil into my hand. Starting at her knee, I pushed my hand diagonally towards her arse. Making sure to graze my fingers across her Anus, the tips dipping into her pussy as I dragged them back to her knee.

The effect on her was startling, her eyes snapped open, sitting up she grabbed at my rock-hard cock and literally pulled me on top of her.

“Try not to cum inside me,” she whimpered as she guided my cock to the velvet

softness of her soaking wet pussy.

Feeling the heat of her on my bell end, I pushed forwards and slipped bollox deep into my Mothers pussy. A lad at school who claimed to be experienced, had claimed that all pussies were the same, I thought at the time he was full of shit, now I knew for sure. The pussy that had birthed me was very different to my sisters, as I luxuriated in its heat and softness, my mother started to cum. Her orgasm was intense, causing her to buck her hips and moan loudly, smashing her pubes into mine forcing my cock deeper into her grasping pussy.

The feeling as her pussy worked on my cock were exquisite, remembering her asking me not to cum inside her. it took all my will power to pull out of her. As her pussy rippled and trembled, I shot several ropes on her belly and tits.

Flopping to one side, gradually my breathing and heart rate returned to normal as I cuddled into mum. Laying my head on mum’s breast, she still seemed to be lost in orgasmic pleasure as her legs twitched and shook as she came down.

“That was absolutely fucking amazing. Thought you said you were a Virgin?” she moaned, putting her arm around me.

Grinning, I replied, “Beginners luck, I read and watch a lot of porn.”

Moving down her body I parted her thighs and greedily licked the cum from her pussy. Pushing my tongue into her hole, before running my tongue up to her clit I relished the taste and scent of her. Pushing my head away from her clit,

“No please, it is way too sensitive, just cuddle me. It has been a long time, nearly 5 years since I had sex. That is the 1st time a man has made me cum like that, since… Well, before I met your Dad.”

Returning to cuddle her I contented myself in nuzzling her breast, sucking, licking and nibbling on her large nipple. Hearing the front door slam Mum quickly pulled her panties and dressing gown on, urging me to my bedroom, she went downstairs. Going to the bathroom I showered, drying myself I pulled on a pair of pants and dressing gown.

Heading down I could hear my Mum and Sis talking, it seemed that Beth and her friend had argued, so she had come home early. Entering the kitchen both women looked up and smiled at me, I felt my cock twitch as I returned their smile.

“What you been up to, watching tv or playing games?” Mum asked with a huge grin on her face.

“Thought you was out for night” I asked my sister.

“Yeah, well she is just a bitch, fuck her, she needs to sort herself out!”

Chatting about our trip in the morning, seemed to relax Beth and I decided to tell them about the cheque from Dad.

“Yeah, 5 grand, right?” Beth said.

Mum was shocked. “Your Father gave you 5 grand each!” She exclaimed.

The room went quiet for a while, Beth and I could see that Mum was deep in thought.

“The bastard! He always said that he wouldn’t give me a penny, when I think how we struggled” she broke off as the words caught in her throat.

Moving over we both cuddled her as her tears flowed. Feeling slightly guilty as I felt my cock start to stiffen as I inhaled their scent and felt the proximity of their bodies.

“Well I have savings, I can afford to give you half of it,” I offered.

Nodding, Beth agreed and said she would do the same. Kissing us both, Mums smile returned.

“No, I don’t need the money, you go and have a great time.”

Finishing our coffee, Escort bayan Mum said that she was tired. Reminding us that we needed to be up at 7am, so she could take us to the train, she went off to bed. Beth took the cups out to the Kitchen. Hearing Mums door shut, and her En suite shower start, she rushed over and kissed me deeply. Automatically my left handled fondled her arse as my right hand reached below the hem of her skirt. Her legs parted as my fingers wound their way inside her panties. Her pussy was sopping, her legs buckled slightly as my fingers probed her sex.

“Oh god no, we are like kids on Christmas morning with new toys. You need to save your energy; I want lots of you over the next few weeks! “

Squirming away from me, she went to shower and go to bed. Alone, I played the events of the last few hours in my head. It was incredible, I had gone from a Virgin to making my Sister and Mother scream with pleasure as they launched into multiple orgasm’s.

Trying to ignore my raging hard on, I eventually slipped into the arms of Morpheus. Dreaming of wet pink pussy, rock hard nipples on soft globes of milky flesh, I slept.

Waking, I looked at the clock, its luminous hands showed 4.15am. Groaning I rolled over to go back to sleep, hearing my door open I sat up to see my Mother’s silhouette walking towards me.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, wanted to watch you sleep, Oh Mike I am so confused.”

Snapping fully awake as she came nearer, I noticed she was nude. I was captivated by her large breasts that hung high on her chest as I had only seen her nude when she was laying down.

“Why confused?” I asked, as I watched her milky white globes, sway and bounce as she sat on the bed.

“Well I love you both very much, but I love you in a different way. Silly as its sound’s I am so jealous of Beth having you all to herself.”

For a moment I froze as I thought she knew that Beth and I had also crossed the line into incest. Realising she meant that she wanted me to herself, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Reaching below the covers she grasped my rapidly hardening cock.

“As you are awake, think I should remind you of what’s waiting for you at home.”

Lowering her head, she licked and sucked my delicate bell end, groaning with pleasure I reached across as she spread her legs, changing my mind I pulled her towards my head. Understanding what I wanted she knelt over my head and lowered her pussy onto my mouth.

Redoubling her efforts on my cock, I licked and sucked her nectar as it ran from her. It wasn’t long before I felt her tense, as her orgasm racked her body. Feeling my cock jerk, I dumped a load into my mother’s mouth as she took my length down her throat, swallowing it all she breathed.

“Oh god I had forgotten how much I love spunk. When you come back, I will take care of myself, so you don’t have to pull out of my honey pot. I really love the feeling as a cock pours its load into me.”

Lying beside me, we cuddled. I was a bit surprised and confused as Beth shook me awake at 6.45am.

“C’mon sleepy head, Europe awaits”

Chapter 3.

After a good breakfast, Mum took us to the station. After a rather teary goodbye, we boarded the Euro Star. Settling into our seats as the train started to move, Beth turned towards me and we kissed deeply. Giggling to herself she pulled a wedding band out of her purse and slipped it on her finger.

“What the hell’s that,”

“Well when we book into a hotel in Europe, we have to hand our passports in, people may think it’s strange that 2 people with the same name are sharing a room, ring should satisfy their curiosity!”

Amazed at her planning, I wondered where she had got the ring from.

“It is an old ring that mum gave me years ago, for when I played dress up. Think it may have been her wedding ring appropriate don’t you think. Two people in love who created 2 people that are also in love. Recycling at its finest,” she chortled.

The countryside flashed by and soon we were entering the tunnel, 35 minutes later we were in France, heading for Brussels where we planned to spend a couple of days. Our hotel was only a short walk from the terminal, check in was quick and efficient, our room on the 9th floor was superb, offering great views across the city. Eyeing the large double bed, I motioned to Beth, looking crestfallen, she explained.

“I’m really sorry Mike, I have a belly ache, think my period is due. I promise I will make it up to you in a few days.”

2 days later we were on our way to meet Aunt Mabel, dad’s sister, who lived in Switzerland. Although we had never met her, Mum assured us that she was a lovely lady, who was looking forward to meeting us. After several hours we got off the train, Mum had said Mabel would meet us by the station clock. Hurrying down the small platform we saw the clock, a rather rotund woman, with an elderly man, smiled as we approached.

“Hi, you must be Mike and Beth, the pictures your Mum sent me, don’t do you justice. It nice to Bayan escort see that you look like your Mother, rather than that maggot of a brother of mine! This is my Dad, your Granddad, Harry.”

Getting into Mabel’s car, we excitedly chattered as we saw the mountains and lakes near her home.

“Unfortunately, you are a little early for skiing, the lakes are still open, I can get you a good deal on a hire boat or jet ski. Right Harry?”

The old man turned towards them; his watery blue eyes seemed to undress Beth as he smiled, she was surprised at the attraction she felt for the old man. His eyes seemed to explore her very core, his smile was genuine and warm.

“Of course, I own the hire boats and skis on the lake, will get you kitted out in the morning. It is a little cool for water skiing, but you can fish or just cruise around the most beautiful lake in Europe.”

After a fabulous lunch, Mabel asked if either of them could drive,

“Yes, I can” I said.

“Great well you can take Harry’s car and have a look around, he can’t drive anymore, his eyesight is not very good.”

Going outside, Mabel opened the garage door and pulled Harrys car out for us. It was a Citroen C5, much bigger than I had ever driven. Looking inside I was glad to see it was an automatic. Although elderly the car had a built in sat nav. Mabel programmed in a few places she thought might interest us and soon we were on the road. It was strange driving a left-hand drive car and driving on the right. After a few miles we saw some stunning scenery, where the mountains appeared to disappear into the lake and reached up to the light clouds. Pulling off the road, we followed a track to the edge of the lake, grabbing my I phone I tried to capture the majesty of the place.

Returning to the car, I started to pull my seat belt back on, smiling Beth stopped me, reaching across she unzipped my fly. Pulling my cock out she bent down, as her mouth glided over my sensitive bell-end I gasped as she wanked and sucked my cock. Running my hand through her hair I reached round so as I could knead her breasts.

Stopping briefly, Beth undid my trousers as she wanted to caress my ball sac. The sensations as she licked and sucked my cock, as she caressed my bollocks, were incredible. Sensing I was about to cum she suddenly pushed her index finger into my arse, the sensation was electric. As I shot a heavy load into her mouth, she greedily swallowed my whole load.

“Wow spunk taste’s so nice” She giggled.

“Where did you learn to suck cock like that? That was fucking incredible.”

“I didn’t learn it, just thought it would be nice for you. Just because my pussy is messy now, doesn’t mean I can’t keep you happy. My pussy should be ok by tomorrow or maybe day after, but sometimes, instead of my pussy, will you finish in my mouth? What about my arse, have read that men really like anal sex?”

Looking at her face I grinned,

“Oh yeah, you have a gifted mouth! If your arse is half as good as your pussy and mouth, would love to try anal.”

As we drove back to the road, Beth suddenly asked.

“Did you hear anything last night?”

“Nope, was dog tired, slept straight through, why?

“Well somebody was having raucous sex; the women sounded a lot like Mabel.

“Really? Who was she with, oh you think harry and her…”

“Well I don’t think anyone else was there, Harry definitely has something about him.”

“We drove in silence for a few miles, finally Beth said.

“Would you object to me blowing or having sex with another man?”

“Well I wouldn’t want to watch, but no I don’t see how I could object. You are thinking of Harry?”

“Yes, if the opportunity arose, I would like to taste another man’s cock. Not sure I would want to fuck him though. Think my body is only for you.”

The subject wasn’t mentioned again as we drove along, I was really starting to enjoy driving the Citroen and the scenery was stunning. Arriving back at Mabel’s sprawling lakeside home we parked the car and started towards the house.

“I will be with you in a while,” Beth said, as she started to walk up to Harrys shed and small allotment. Walking into the house I found Mabel in the kitchen, cooking dinner.

“Hello Mike, did you enjoy your look around, where’s Beth?”

“Yes, we did thanks, she’s chatting to Harry.”

“Will be some time before we see them then, he can talk the hind leg off of a donkey.”

Laughing at her euphemism, it was a saying I hadn’t heard before. As I watched her cook, Mabel and I chatted about Mum and her brother, she wasn’t surprised when I said, “we hadn’t really seen him much.” She didn’t even seem surprised when I said he had given us “5 grand each for our birthday.”

At dinner, Harry seemed happy and Beth looked content as we ate our Lamb dinner.

“Harry, did you give that maggot some money after you spoke to him on the phone last week?” Mabel asked.

“Yes, 15 grand, what makes you ask?”

“You old fool, did you know 10 of it was for Escort these 2?

“Nope, figured he might as well have it now as when I’m dead, bit less for this bastard government to grab.”

Turning to me Harry asked, “was the car ok?”

“Yes, it ran perfect, very nice car thank you for the loan.”

“Aint no loan boy. She yours, will get the garage to service and check her over tomorrow. Will save you a fortune in train and cab fares.”

“Nodding my thanks, I glanced at Beth, she nodded her approval saying,

“It was a lovely car and will make our trip so much easier.”

In the morning, I was woken early by Beth coming into my room. Without saying a word, she slipped beneath the covers and started to suck my cock, very quickly I was raging hard. Turning herself around she lowered her pussy onto my mouth. She was obviously very horny, almost as soon as I started to lick her pussy and clit, she was cumming. Her hole poured girl cum almost as quickly as I could greedily lap it up. Turning back around she grabbed my cock and guided it to her sopping pussy, plunging herself down she took my entire length.

“Oh fuck, yeah. Mike, I love you and I love your cock ripping my pussy apart.

“I love you too Beth, but we must be careful,” Beth wasn’t listening as another orgasm burst through her. Spinning herself around, with my cock still rammed deep inside her she proceeded to bounce up and down on me. I loved watching my cock push in and out of her. I felt her pussy tighten as she came for the 3rd time, I shot ropes of spunk deep inside my lovely sister.

I woke in a panic. Fuck, my sister was still lying beside me, we had fucked and licked each other to exhaustion. Shaking Beth awake I asked her to go back to her room. Grateful that we hadn’t been caught, I breathed a sigh of relief as she got dressed, I smiled broadly when she posed nude, rolling her nipples between her fingers before pulling her panties on.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door,” C’mon you 2, the lake is waiting it is a beautiful day.” Mabel, called as she opened the door. Still topless, Beth made no attempt to cover herself up, as I scrambled to cover up.

“Don’t worry boy, you ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before. Looking at Beth, Mabel murmured, “Very nice, if only I was 20 years younger. And a 100 lbs lighter,” she chuckled.

Putting 2 cups of coffee down, Mabel smiled broadly at me and brushed her fingers across Beth’s breast’s as she left.

“Bet Harry enjoyed them, Breakfast in 10 minutes, up and at ’em please.”

With no time for a shower, Beth and I got dressed and headed downstairs, the delicious smell of Breakfast making my stomach rumble. The breakfast was huge and very tasty. Apparently, Harry kept some chickens and grew mushrooms in one of the outbuildings. The sausages had a strange texture but, were delicious. As Mabel busied herself cleaning up, she explained.

“Harry’s taken the car into town to get it serviced and checked over, should be back soon though. Heard him on the phone last night, he’s organised a nice boat for you.”

Finishing my breakfast, I noticed that Beth had barely touched hers. Seeing my glance, she smiled and pushed her plate over to me. “Need to lose 4 lbs.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry, never thought of that, would you like a bowl of Muesli?” Mabel exclaimed.

Leaving the 2 women to chat, I walked out onto the veranda and enjoyed the sunshine. Pulling my phone out, I decided to give Mum a call, to let her know we were ok and having a superb time. Mum sounded harassed and busy, I imagined the shop was busy and she was still short staffed. Beth came onto the Veranda and grabbed my phone, excitedly telling mum all about our trip so far.

As I relaxed in a lounger, I saw Harry climbing out of an old BMW with the name of the garage on the door. Waving cheerily at me, he walked up the slope to some outbuildings. Turning back to Beth, I tapped my watch, trying to indicate that she should get off my phone. Sticking her tongue out, she winked, turned and carried on talking to mum. After a few minute’s Beth came and sat on the edge of the lounger, she looked radiant. Her hair shone in the sunshine and her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me,

“Did you enjoy Harry?” I asked as casually as I could.

“Not really, he has a huge cock, made my jaw ache, his spunk tasted… strange. Did wonder what that cock would feel like inside me though.”

“You going to find out?”

“No, I told you, prefer to keep that for you.”

Feeling guilty, I was about to tell Beth about mum, when Harry walked onto the Veranda. I liked Harry his easy chat and genuine smile as he winked at me, “You’re a lucky bastard son” he said in a low voice, before turning to Beth and kissing her on the cheek. “

The garage says the car should be fine, going to give it a major service and a fresh inspection certificate. I checked with the insurance company and the car is insured for the whole of Europe, including the UK.”

Standing back, he couldn’t help but admire her braless breast’s as her nipples protruded into her t shirt.

“Have either of you had a boat before,” Harry asked, shaking our heads he continued, “Ok not a problem, should be able to show you the basic’s in an hour or so.”

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This will take several chapters. I’d suggest that you read each part in order. If you like this, please vote or leave a comment. Thanks for reading it.

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The alarm went off at 6:30 am. Although both Ellen and I felt beat up but well satisfied after last night, we both had to get up and rush out to work. And work was not the usual fun it usually is. I mean, I was in great spirits but I was emotionally and, subsequently, physically drained from our night before. Oh, but it was worth it.

Over lunch, one of my coworkers, Zach, said, “She wore you out last night, huh?”

I responded, “Actually, we wore each other out!” I thought I was pretty glib.

Another coworker, Alfie, chipped in, “Yeah, you should see the other guy!”

That brought a great laugh but I was thinking, ‘they should only know!’ And that led me to think about which of the people I know I would be comfortable to be uninhibited and be in a bisexual threesome. Zach was definitely out: too fat and hairy. Alfie was out, too, as he was nerdy and not-at-all my type nor hers, whatever that was. In my mind, it was a penis, not a type. That’s all – a penis, no face. I seemed to be fascinated about this object. Alas, I was projecting. I spent the rest of the day going through all the people I knew. Several scored, most did not. I realized that, on this one, I’d see where Ellen led. And, I was very curious to see where she was coming from today, to say the least.

Of course, this being Friday afternoon, something came up at the last minute and my team had to deal with it. It was nearly eight when I dragged myself into the house.

“Hi, honey.”

Now that was greeting I hadn’t heard in a while. “Hiya, babe.”

“When don’t you settle down for a while. I have dinner whenever you’re ready.”

I knew if I lay down I’d never get up. “Do we have anything planned for tonight?”

“No, no. It’s just us chickens.”

First, I walked into the kitchen, kissed her hello and handed her a bouquet I picked up outside the train station on my way home.

“Oooh. Thank you. We should fuck like that every night!”

“Now there’s an idea!”

“Go change, get loose. Get out of here.” She shooed me away as she placed the flowers in a vase..

I walked into the bedroom to change. A shower would be good, too. Help bring me back to life. After refreshing myself, I walked into the kitchen in a pair of gym shorts and a tee. I kissed her again. “So, what we got?”

“I picked up a whole bunch of Chinese. A veritable pu-pu platter.”

Ellen was chipper as she brought out reheated containers. “I left work early today. I was home by four. I just couldn’t stay there anymore. I mean, everybody was cool and all, it’s just that my head wasn’t there.”

“Boy, do I hear that! As the late Baba Ram Dass might say, “I was an unwise mind.” I laughed at my own joke and Ellen giggled, as well.

“You tell me what you thought about and I’ll tell you what I thought about. Today, you go first.”

I told her how my conversation at lunch had turned my brain on into cataloging other men and what they might look like naked. I also told her what I had eventually determined; that it wasn’t other men, per se, but just a penis I desired. I told her everything honestly and straightforward. After all, the stakes were raised last night.

“Wow. That’s interesting. You aren’t interested in emotion but a displaced dick. Very interesting. Not unlike my day, I thought about where we go with this and in a million directions. If and how, we would really go through with satisfying our fantasies. Could we live them out or leave them in our bedroom. Fortunately, Rita, the girl I told you about who came on to me, and I went to lunch in an out of the way place. I had told her that we saw a therapist yesterday and she wanted to know what happened. I told her about our appointment and then I told her of our conversation. I told her about how erotic it was. She could see how drained I was and it was she who laughing suggested I skip out of work. I took her seriously. Anyway, Rita, suggested that she be our first threesome and that she would make it great for both of us. I told her that I would talk to you about it. Then she said that maybe we’d prefer if she brought a guy friend, someone she has known for years and who is bi. This way, we could clear out a bunch of fantasies in one swell foop. I’ll tell you, ever since lunch, my pussy has been dripping. I had to put a panty liner in my panties.”

“Gee, what an image! There’s a lot of there there! However, I decided to let you drive and so I’ll go wherever you want; I won’t be a backseat driver. What do you want to do?”

“Thank you. I would like to lead us, even though we have separate paths. Yet, this is a road we’ve chosen to take, as a part of our personal therapy.We’ll dip our toes in together. We’re on the same side of the road, so to speak. Do you know what I mean?” I nodded. “So it’s good that you’re totally open, because I was thinking about calling her Escort bayan and asking them to come over tomorrow night.” I kind of choked on my egg roll. Ellen quickly jumped back in. “You’ll love Rita. She’s Hispanic-Asian and beautiful. She’s a little taller than me and with an amazing body of curves. She said that she was going to send me some pictures. Let me go check my phone.” But first, she waited for my response.

I was surprised at the speed in which acted. Here, I thought that we’d talk some more and that it might be a while before we did anything. But no, she was good to go. I took my time chewing a piece of a boneless spare rib. Finally, I could no longer take holding her off. I said, “If we’re going to do this…well, Hell! Go big or go home. Let’s go big! Go for the gold! You go, girl!” I couldn’t think of anymore slogans.

She squealed and ran into the bedroom to get her phone. She returned gasping. “Oh my. She certainly did send pictures…” she fiipped through them, “quite a lot of them. And here’s her friend, too.” She handed me the phone. Yes, Rita was hot and gorgeous. Her face was very Asian but her body was clearly Hispanic, all curvy and plush. What a combination!

The first few pictures had Rita dressed to the nines. The next few had Rita in lingere. The last series were nudes and yes, my eyes popped out. Her tits were this side of magnificent, bigger than Ellen’s nice rack. Her nipples seemed larger, too. Her booty wasn’t big but it was nice. And her shaved pussy had my dick twitching. She also sent a few pictures of her friend, a very handsome black man. Unfortunately, there were no pictures of his dick.

“Wow Wee, they are hot, that’s for sure.”

“I’m disappointed that she didn’t send a picture of his thing, you know?”

“We are of one mind, m’ dear. We’ll just have to let our imagination go until tomorrow night. Why don’t you make that call.”

“Do you really think I should?”

“What does our happiness need? I say, let’s do this and we move on. We only come this way once and right now, I think you’re champing at the bit.”

In a flash, Ellen called Rita. I munched on my dim sum listening.

“Oh, too bad, not tomorrow night? Maurice isn’t available and you’re going to your mother’s house. Awww. I’m disappointed. Here I am, all ready to pull the trigger and…oh, yes, we loved your pictures. Yeah, both of us said you were hot. But we were disappointed that there no penis shots…really?…really! That’s so cool…You want us to do what? Okay, I think that’s possible…No, it isn’t…before and after?…okay…let me ask him. How is Sunday night…or Sunday afternoon when the game is on?”

I nodded yes.

“Okay, Sunday afternoon it is then. I can’t wait…uh-huh…uh-huh…okay, I’ll talk to you then. Bye.”

“So, what did she say?”

“So, there are no penis shots because they’ve never been together. She knows him since Middle School. He’s always wanted to play with her but she never let him. They’ve been flirting forever. So, she’s never seen his thing either. Anyway, she asked him and he agreed. I have a feeling that this is a big thing for them, too. She also said she was going to try to get a penis shot.”

“Interesting that they’ve never has sex.”

“Yeah. Best friends since Middle School and that’s it. And, apparently, they love each other. They talk all the time and they are both aware of their sexual dynamics and don’t care. Oh, and she also said that she wants us to take some pictures and send them to her. She said that she likes to go down on women who are shaved and that I should shave mine and that I should send her before and after pictures. And they’re coming over Sunday afternoon. Whew!”

“Excited, huh?”

“Yes, aren’t you?”

I stood up from the table and my dick was tenting my gym shorts. “‘Nuf said?”

We ate the rest of meal smiling and giggling. We talked about what we’d like to do and see and giggled some more. Afterwards, while we cleaned the kitchen, we kept copping little feels.

“We’re doing this as a unit, right? No jealousy, right?”

“That’s a good plan. I told you, I’m in whole hog.”

“Good, let’s go take some pictures for Rita.”

We literally ran into the bedroom. She’d left a couple of joints on the dresser just waiting for me. “Okay,” she said, I’ll take a bunch of you. Let me take one now.” I was still wearing my shorts and tee. “Now, take off the shirt.” She snapped away at the phone camera. “Now, off with the shorts.” I was semihard and hanging nicely. I played with my balls and stroked the shaft. “Ok, let’s see it.” She snapped a few and then said, Let’s check them out.”

I sat on the bed next to her and damn, if I didn’t look good. My cock looked good, my ass looked good, my gut was flat. “Those are good shots of me. You’re a good porn photographer.”

She gave me an elbow. “Your turn.”

She stood up and struck a pose. She was also wearing shorts and a tee and no bra. Her tits hung nicely behind the shirt; her nipples were sticking out. She Bayan escort was excited. I snapped a few. “Like a cover model…”

“Yeah right! More like an uncovered mode.”She slipped off her tee and shorts. She was wearing normal white panties. “Wait a sec…” She ran over to the dresser and opened her panty drawer. Dropping her whities, she pulled out a black lace thong and put it on. It was a gift I’d gotten her a couple of years ago and it was maybe a year since I’d seen it on her. She looked very hot. It rose from her mound in a perfect vee. She struck a few more poses. Then she slipped it off, I took a few more of her nude. “Take some close-ups of my pussy for the “before” shots.” I loved her pussy just the way it was. While her hair on top was jet black and curly, her pubes were soft and silky, not very ‘bushy” at all. She sat on the bed and stretched out on her back, slightly spreading her thighs and splaying her legs over the side. I was more than happy to shoot some nasty, close-ups. “I must look like some porn cunt.” I leaned over and kissed her cunt.

“No, not now. After I shave it.”

“You’re really going to shave it?”

“Yeah. When it starts to grow back and starts to itch, maybe I’ll wax it. We’ll see. Do you want to do the honors?”

“I’d love to. Stay here and I’ll get everything.” I raced into the bathroom and collected my shaver, shaving gel, my barber scissors, a few towels and filled a washbowl with warm water. When I went back into the bedroom, I saw Ellen looking at her phone.

“Wow. Rita sent some more pictures. Here’s some closeups of her pussy. Look at how swollen and red it is. This turns me on and makes me just want to lick it. And this is her friend, Maurice.” She handed me the phone. Hmm, Maurice had some beautiful cut cock, semi-hard and laying atop shaved pubes. It was about my size,…nah, bigger but not as thick. It was indeed a handsome slab of meat. “How do you feel about swallowing that? Especially in front of me?”

“In for a penny, in for a pound.” How many more could I come up with? “Now lay back on top of a towel.”

I began to trim her pubic hair with the scissors, catching all the little wild and unruly hair. When I was suitable pleased, I washed and began to shave her, very slowly and very carefully. First, I shaved off her pubic hair. It was a lot easier than I thought. I went over it a few times to make sure it was clean. Then I traveled down to her lips and carefully the little hairs along the edge. She was getting turned on. She was getting very wet and I began to smell her vagina heating up.I love that scent. I did her crotch where her thighs meet her vagina. I’d never explored my wife’s pussy in such detail and it was a thing of beauty. I wiped her clean and handed her a make-up mirror for her to look at it.

“It looks so cute. I look like a little girl. It’s so pretty.”

“It feels so soft. Feel it.” She ran her palm over her snatch and her fingers entered her folds. She moaned. “Not yet. Not done. Turn over on your knees and spread ’em.”

“You going to do my asshole?”

“You bet!” I spread her cheeks and shaved around her asshole down to her taint. When I finished, I washed and dried her and then applied lotion all around her nether region. She was still on her knees. I leaned in and began to tongue her ass.

“Oooh!” She wiggled her ass at me and I continued, sticking my tongue into her as far as I could. “Oooh!” This time, she shivered. I slowly brought her legs down and turned her over. I got between her thighs and proceed to lick every square inch of her. Her scent was like aromatherapy. I moved up on the bed and pointed my cock at her love canal.

“No, save it. I want to shave you now. Then we’ll fuck.”

“You’re going to shave me?” I wondered incredulously.

“Yes, I want you nice and clean for Maurice. His picture looked so cool with his shave. You need to be manscaped a bit.You could use a trim. Also, I think it would be nice not to get hair in my mouth for a change.”

“I don’t know about this,” I said warily.

“Oh, come on. You’ll love it. Come on, you said ‘in for a penny, in for a pound.’

“Okay, okay. But be careful! Don’t do a Loreena Bobbitt on me.”

She laughed. “Hell no, I need that dick! Now, on your back and spread ’em!” It was positively inspirational to see Ellen so randy! I swear, somebody flipped a switch.

I got on my back and spread my legs wide as she refilled the washbowl. She returned and positioned herself between my thighs.

“First, I snip!” She started in on snipping my bush from below my navel, along my treasure trail downward. My pubes were another story. Taking her time, she snipped my short and curlies so they weren’t anymore. The towel was filled with hair. “That looks nice. Take a look.” I looked different. I had a short-pile carpet.

“Okay, lay back. Now is time for the razor. I’ll be careful.” I laid back and closed my eyes while she washed me down and applied shaving gel copiously. She applied the razor slowly and carefully and Escort soon she was making long swipes and getting me down to bare skin. “Oh, that looks lovely,” she said admiring her work. She washed me down again and applied gel between my upper thighs and my ball sack. “Wider!” She commanded and I did as I was told.

“I’m nervous!”

“Trust me?”

Slowly and delicately, she shaved my scrotum bare. She went back around the base of my shaft and then back up to the taint. She washed and rubbed lotion all over me. “Okay, and a pretty nice job, if I do say so myself. Now, turn over and let me do your ass.”

“And you think I’m going to get fucked? That’s not on list of things to do.”

“Why not? A lot of people like it. Why not try it?”

“I’ll ask you the same question?”

“Okay, point taken. Except for a finger, I’m not crazy for anal either. But, I want to shave it anyway, so you look good…and maybe you’ll have some ass play, too! Now, shut up and turn over!”

“Okey-dokey,” and I turned over onto my knees. Again, Ellen washed me and then coated me in gel. She shaved around my asshole and along my crack back down to my taint and up to my fruit basket.

“There’s some strays here, hold on.” She put gel all around my asshole, shaved the strays and suddenly, shoved her finger past my sphincter and then all the way into my ass. I gasped. “Ooh, I can feel your prostate gland!” She began to rub and put pressure on it. “Does that feel good?”

I had to admit that it felt great. It was a whole new physical sensation. My cock stiffened up immediately.

“You do like it! Now, I have a new trick to use on you. Goody!” She withdrew her finger and washed me. I exhaled loudly as I felt a bit empty. I think I missed her finger there. Go figure. I never even considered anal but now,…well, who knows? “Follow me into the shower and then we’ll take some more pictures.” She gathered up the shaving gear and headed into the bathroom.

I considered the new situation. A few days ago, I was depressed and super-mega-horny. Today, my wife and I are going to have a bisexual fourway. And I’m shaved and bare and I miss her finger up my ass! And we are taking naked photos of each other! I can’t wait to see what’s next! This was one hell of a reversal. But I liked it so far. This was fun, like team sports. We were going down the rabbit hole together.

“Come in here, Ray!”

Her call broke my reverie and I headed into the shower. Sliding open the door, I stepped into the warm water. Ellen was washing her hair. I took in her body and it was something else. I mean, it was great before but now, wow! I leaned against her back and ran my hands along her curves. Her bare mound was exquisite, as was the feeling of my shaft between her cheeks.

“You’re not thinking of slipping that in there, are you?”

“Ssh, I’m having ass play.”

“Wise guy.”

She washed her hair and then began to soap me. “You know, your penis looks bigger. Do you know how big are you?”

“I don’t know. An old girlfriend once measured it at seven and a half. Why? You want to measure it?”

“Maybe sometime but not now. Come on, lets dry off.”

We headed into the bedroom, Ellen with her phone. “Here, take some “after” pictures of me.”

“Okay, stand by the mirror and angle yourself toward me.” I stood opposite her at an oblique angle and snapped off a few shots. The flash didn’t bounce enough to ruin the image. She looked pretty damn good. “Okay, now lay on the bed.”

She looked into the mirror. “I look damn good. I really do.”

“I agree. You are a hottie. And your shaved woofer is the bomb.”

As she got on the bed, she was giggling. “Look at how silly we are! It’s fun…like being little kids again.”

“Before puberty.” I arranged her legs together – snap, snap, then spread them – snap, snap, close-up, snap, snap. “Now, lift your knees up to your chest and spread them a little. Good, hold it.” I framed the close-up so you could see all the goods. Close up – snap, snap, snap. “Ok, hold it.”

I slipped onto the bed and inserted my cock into her pussy. I wasn’t quite hard but our mounds rubbing together facilitated the job. Slowly, I slid in and out.

“How does that feel, babe?”

“Like amazing. Don’t stop. Give me that cock. Fuck me good.”

Never keep a lady waiting, especially when she talks dirty. This was one great fuck. We were rolling around and grunting. It was primal. It was animal. We must have bounced a hundred times. Her scent was thick. She started to pant rapidly, a sure sign that she would soon explode. She was on her back with her legs bent above me. I held her butt cheeks as I piledrove. I slipped a finger into her ass and she squealed. She rolled up and grabbed my cheeks, doing the same thing. Fucking like lunatics with fingers up our asses was a little to much for me to take. Her fingertip rubbed my prostate and I began to shoot and shoot and shoot like it would never stop. She was convulsing and arching her back. She let out a guttural sound and flooded me in her essence.

I was still in her vagina when we settled down. I pulled out and flipped her on top of me, my tongue now replacing my dick. I ate her and cleaned my cream pie until she came again. Then I collapsed.

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Dana joins Randy at the gym, where he teaches her about strength training—and the two of them take advantage of the shower to get some much-needed exercise of a different sort. Sadly that’s most of the sex Dana gets during finals. Near the end of Christmas break, Dana arrives in Arlington to visit Zoe’s family. Not a lot of sex in this one, folks—but there’s plenty next time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-

Dana woke to Randy prodding her—and not in a good way. “Wakey, wakey.”

The room—Randy’s room, she remembered — was blindingly bright. Dana peered through one slitted eye, the other screwed tightly shut. “What’s wrong with you?” she demanded. Or intended to. Her voice came out slurred with sleep.

“Time to go to the gym,” Randy chirped, obscenely cheerful for so early in the morning.

“Don’t wanna,” Dana replied, closing her eye, and fading fast.

“Yes, you do,” Randy said. “You told me so.”

Yes, she had. But that was last night, when the prospect of rising at dawn to go work out was still far enough away to be safely theoretical. Now it felt like volunteering for her own execution.

Randy stripped away the nest of warm bedclothes, leaving her face down in only her skin. “Cruel!” Dana muttered.

She felt Randy fondle her ass. “You’re the one who said she wanted a nice round ass you could bounce quarters off of.”

Dana sighed theatrically. Yes, again, she’d said that. “I did.”

“So?”

Dana sighed again. “Fine.”

She pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, yawning behind the back of one hand. The room seemed marginally less blindingly bright. Randy was dressed, alert — and chuckling. “What’s so funny?” she demanded crossly.

“You look like Popeye when you squint like that.”

Dana scowled, which only made him laugh harder. She wished she could argue, but she couldn’t. She’d always been sensitive to glare, and her parents had photos of her as a two year-old with the same one-eyed squint. He wasn’t wrong.

She settled for a huff of displeasure and shuffled into the bathroom with her backpack. She had just finished brushing her teeth when she realized she’d left the jersey behind. She shrugged, too sleepy still to worry. Anyone who might see her naked had already shared her bed. Screw it.

Dana felt more awake—and more human—after a quick shower. Randy stood by the window, fingers tapping impatiently against his thigh as he stared out the window. She dressed under his watchful eye, pleased by his attention.

“Got your gym clothes?” Randy asked when she was done.

“Yeah.” Dana lifted her backpack.

“Okay,” Randy said, picking up a gym bag. “Let’s go.”

Dana followed him out of the building and across campus. It was a bright, cold day and she shivered inside her coat. She’d bring a sweater next time.

“Do you always work out so early?” Dana asked, breaking the silence.

“It’s not that early, really,” Randy said, “but yeah.”

Dana checked her phone. It was a few minutes past eight. Later than she’d thought, but still way early for someone used to sleeping in until eleven on Sundays. Plus, she hadn’t gotten to sleep until late. Dana smiled at the memories.

They crossed the campus and continued walking. “How far is it?” Dana asked.

“We’re here,” Randy said, pointing out a small commercial building on the corner.

The gym wasn’t anything like Dana had expected. It wasn’t a huge, sprawling glass and chrome temple to fitness. No big commercial facility. It was clearly a repurposed storefront. Large tinted windows let sunlight in while shielding the interior from prying eyes. Randy used a key card to unlock the door.

Randy turned on the lights, then signed in on a clipboard that rested on a counter top by the door. The counter had a glass-front display area filled with work-out gear and big jars of what the labels said was protein powder. A line of treadmills ran the length of one wall, as well as a second row of bicycle and rowing machines. The middle of the floor was fairly open, with large mats and some ropes hanging from the ceiling overhead. The far wall was lined with racks of weights, from tiny dumbbells up to barbells and huge metal plates. Several metal frames stood nearby, their purpose unknown to her.

“Are we alone?” Dana asked.

Randy glanced around. “There might be someone in the office back there,” he said, leading her toward the area, “but for the moment, yeah.”

“Back there” was a corridor Dana hadn’t noticed. A bank of small lockers and a coat rack lined one wall. There were several doors, one leading to an office. The others looked like closets, but were two small changing rooms and two showers, each only large enough for one person—or two, in their case.

Changed into shorts and a t-shirt, Dana followed Randy over to the wall of weights. “You’re sure I’m not gonna get big, bulging muscles?” Dana asked, only half kidding.

Randy smiled. “Not from a single workout, no,” he said. Escort bayan “You have to work long and hard to develop a bodybuilder’s physique, and that’s not what we’re doing.”

“You said it would be hard work.”

Randy placed a barbell inside one of the metal frameworks, then paused to look at her. “It is. Strength training isn’t complicated, but it’s hard work. And it’s not bodybuilding, either. We’re not looking to develop ‘big, bulging muscles’ here. Just strength.”

He stepped over to put his arms around her. “You will add some muscle mass if you work at this, but how much is up to you. You’ll definitely have a bigger, firmer booty when we’re done, which is what you said you wanted.” He lowered his hands to fondle her ass. “Not that I don’t like it just fine as is.”

Dana rested her cheek on his shoulder to hide her face. She appreciated his words, though she had no doubts that he liked her body. He made that clear quite frequently. But try as she might, she couldn’t entirely avoid comparing herself to Zoe or June, or countless other women. If she could really improve her skinny physique, acquire some curves—and strength—she wanted to do it.

“Okay,” Dana said, lifting her head to look at him. “Let’s do this.”

* * *

Randy was right—it wasn’t complicated, but it was hard. He did each exercise himself first while Dana watched. Watched and marveled. She thought he was lifting a lot right off the bat, but he kept adding weight with each set—and those were only warm ups! She’d known he was strong, but the weight he used for his actual workout was amazing.

After he’d finished each exercise, Randy unloaded the bar and coached Dana through the exercise. He spent a lot of time explaining the theory and practice of each exercise, and correcting her form. There were a lot of details to keep track off, and the bar alone was heavier than she’d expected. He touched her a lot as he coached her, but his touch was impersonal and not at all playful. He was completely focused on teaching her.

Dana found both his strength and his focus unexpectedly arousing. She already knew his strength turned her on, but seeing just how strong he was, and how carefully he instructed her made her want to drag him off somewhere private and fuck him. Instead, she did her best to suppress her desires and give his instruction the attention it deserved.

By the time they were done, they both were sweating heavily and Dana was breathing hard, feeling distinctly weak and out of shape. “Don’t,” Randy said when she mentioned it. “Everybody has to start somewhere. If you keep working at it, adding a little weight each time, you’ll be lifting more weight than you ever imagined you could before you know it.”

Dana had no reason to doubt him, but her self-image as a skinny, nonathletic girl was hard to shake. “Look at her,” Randy said, gesturing at another patron.

The gym had filled up while they were working out. Dana saw a woman who looked to be in her forties, not much taller than Dana but with a thicker figure. She was deadlifting a considerable weight. Nowhere near what Randy had lifted, but far more than Dana was capable of.

“She didn’t start at that level,” Randy said. “She worked up to it. And so can you.”

Randy leaned in and Dana felt him grab her ass. The arousal she’d mostly banked came roaring back. “Besides,” he said quietly, “lifting heavy is also good for your stamina. You’ll be able to fuck longer and harder. If nothing else motivates you, I’m sure that will. Right?”

Dana turned to face Randy, stepping in close to hide the sudden hold she took on his cock through his gym shorts. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, it will.”

She met his gaze, letting the desire that filled her show in her eyes. “I need a shower. And so do you.”

“Why, Miss Smith, what kind of guy do you think I am?” Randy asked, doing his best to look scandalized.

Dana picked up her backpack and grabbed Randy’s hand. “The lucky kind,” she said.

He laughed, snatched up his gym bag, and let her drag him toward the rear of the gym and into one of the showers. It was the size of a walk-in closet, with a concrete floor, tile walls, and a curtain separating the tiny changing area from the shower itself. A single overhead light lit the room weakly.

Dana dropped her bag in a corner. She stripped quickly, then turned to Randy, who had gotten as far as removing his shirt and shoes. The sight him thrilled her, and she felt a hollow ache between her legs that could only be soothed by feeling him inside her. She crouched at his feet and yanked his shorts and jockstrap roughly down to his knees.

He was partially erect, his cock pointing down at an angle. Dana took him in both hands, cradling his balls and stroking the shaft. The head of his cock was warm and firm in her mouth, tasting of fresh sweat and his own musk. She felt him responding immediately, his cock getting harder.

“Oh god, Dana,” Randy groaned. “That’s so good.” He pushed his hips forward, Bayan escort eager for more. Dana swallowed nearly his whole length in one go, pleased by her ability to do so now, caressing the underside of his cock with her tongue. He quivered and groaned again.

Dana fucked him with her mouth for a few moments, until she could feel that he was completely hard, completely ready. She liked giving him oral sex, taking her time drawing out his pleasure until he erupted in her mouth. She loved the taste and the feel of his orgasm, loved knowing she had done that to him.

But not this time.

Dana released him, stood and turned to present her ass to him, leaning forward to place a hand on the bench, and another on the wall. She wanted—needed—to be fucked, and fucked hard. She told him as much.

She felt a hand on her hip, steadying her, the brush of Randy’s thighs against her legs. Another hand slid between her thighs, fingers curling over and between her wet, open lips. The fingers retreated, replaced an instant later by the blunt tip of Randy’s thick cock, parting her flesh, impaling her. She moaned, thrilled by the sensation of being filled, of Randy’s cock driving deeper until she felt the warmth of his skin pressed against her ass and knew he could go no further.

Dana waited, panting. Randy didn’t move. She’d tied her hair back for the trip to the gym; now she felt him wrap a hand around her ponytail. He pulled it tight, forcing her head back. She gasped, excited almost beyond endurance by anticipation of the action to come.

Randy’s weight shifted and she felt his cock retreat until only the head remained in contact. He thrust his hips forward as he jerked her closer with the hand on her hip and his hold on her hair, driving himself deep once more. Dana gasped again, excited by the jolt of pleasure.

“That what you want?” Randy growled.

Dana grinned though she knew he couldn’t see her face. “Yes.”

He did it again. Dana squeaked, powerfully aroused. Her legs trembled and she felt the tension gathering in her loins. “Yes,” she said again. “Please.”

Randy denied her, remaining still for a time. Dana wriggled against him, hoping to provoke him. He pulled on her hair, forcing her partially upright until she could no longer support herself with her hands. “What about this?”

“Yes,” Dana said. She tried to turn her head to look at him. He tugged on her ponytail, preventing her. “Please,” she said, giving up the effort. “Fuck me?”

The tension on her hair relaxed and Dana was able to lean forward again, resting her hands on the wall for support.

Randy began to move inside her again. He fucked her steadily, only occasionally using his hold on her hip and hair to give her an emphatic thrust. The exquisite tension wound tighter and tighter, until her legs trembled and she panted for air. A final emphatic thrust of Randy’s cock sent her over the edge.

She cried out, arms and legs failing her as pleasure overwhelmed her. She would have fallen but for Randy’s hold on her. He supported her with an arm around her waist now, and his grip on her hair. Dana sagged in his arms, confident of his strength and that he would not let her fall as she shuddered through her orgasm.

When the ecstasy faded, she stood on shaky legs, both of Randy’s arms around her now. His cock had slipped free, though she felt it trapped between her thighs. He kissed her neck. “Turn around,” he said.

Dana did, turning in his arms to kiss him, momentarily satisfied and grateful for his attentions.

He guided her to her right, turning her back to the wall. She gasped at the touch of the cold tile against her skin. Randy kissed her again, a long, open-mouthed kiss. Dana closed her eyes and kissed him back. His fingers touched her belly, slid lower, slid through her pubic hair to locate her labia, swollen and sensitive, open and welcoming.

Randy impaled her again, pressing his belly to hers, pinning her to the wall with his body. Dana broke the kiss, a long groan of pleasure breaking the silence between them. She opened her eyes to see Randy looking at her. He was just her height, the perfect height to meet her gaze. A corner of his mouth twitched, a momentary smirk of satisfaction at hearing her groan, seeing the need in her eyes.

He was breathing deeply, equally aroused if less desperate. He was in control, after all. His hands settled on her hips, holding her in place, standing practically nose to nose with her, holding her gaze as he fucked her, soaking in the way she responded to his actions. His belly brushed hers with every thrust.

Dana rested her head against the wall behind her, exerting just enough effort to remain standing so he could keep fucking her. Her eyelids sagged as she turned her attention inward, unconcerned with how she looked, neither embarrassed or excited by Randy’s intense scrutiny. She had no attention to spare for such things.

The heat rising deep inside her built rapidly, stoked by Randy’s Escort attentions. Her legs threatened to fail her, the muscles of her thighs trembling as the tension spilled over into her limbs. Dana pressed her hands against the wall, bracing herself lest she sink to the floor as her legs gave out.

Randy’s hands tightened, supporting her. He laughed softly to himself, pleased by her helpless desperation. He redoubled his efforts, moving faster, harder, pushing her over the edge.

Dana screamed as her orgasm took her, roaring through her body like fire, consuming everything in its path, accompanied by laughter—a joyful sound she couldn’t place—leaving her limp and gasping. Randy’s arms were around her waist now, her body pinned between his and the wall at her back, the only thing keeping her upright now.

She giggled, and realized that she had been laughing. She didn’t think she’d ever reacted that way before. Everything else—the drunken giddiness, the shuddering breaths and muscles like noodles—was familiar. Oh. As was the feel of Randy’s cock, thick and still quite hard, filling her up.

Dana got her feet under her again. Her legs were trembling but she could support herself once more. She met Randy’s gaze. No words, no gestures, not even a nod, were needed. He leaned in to press his cheek against hers, kissed her neck, and resumed fucking her.

He’d been close already. It took less than a minute. Dana wrapped her arms around him, caressing and stroking him, grunting with every frantic thrust of his hips. She felt the tension throughout his body and smiled, aroused by it. The tension wound tighter, and tighter still. Dana sensed the crisis upon him.

She dropped her hands to squeeze his buttocks. Whispered, “Come for me, babe,” before nipping an earlobe between her teeth.

Randy let out a strangled sound and slammed her against the wall one last time, before he went rigid as his climax paralyzed him. She felt his heart thudding against her breasts, the hot panting breaths on her neck, and the spurting warmth as he came inside her, a thrill to rival her own climax.

Now it was her turn to help support him as Randy sagged against her, his strength spent. She laughed again, and Randy joined her breathlessly. The kiss that followed was so spontaneous Dana could never say which of them initiated it, maybe both of them. It lasted a very long time, and Dana clung to Randy long after he’d regained his strength, in no hurry to separate.

Eventually Dana broke the kiss, nibbling at Randy’s lip. “The wall’s cold,” she whispered. She was beginning to feel chilled.

Randy took a step back, pulling her with him. He dropped his hands to grab her ass, kneading her buttocks. “Let me warm you up, then,” he replied.

Dana leaned against him, arms around his neck, making appreciative noises. The warmth of his touch, and of his body against hers helped, though she was still a little chilly. Randy reached up to take her hands and drew her with him past the curtain, into the shower area.

The shower had ferocious water pressure, and no lack of hot water. Dana luxuriated in the heat, playing grab-ass with Randy while they bathed one another. It was a lot of fun, but it had to end eventually. They toweled one another off, indulging in more grab-ass in the process.

“I’d love to take you back to my room and spend all afternoon in bed,” Randy said, when he’d finished dressing.

Dana pulled her t-shirt on. “But?”

“But I have exams tomorrow, and I really have to study.”

“I know,” Dana said. They’d compared their exam schedules. “Me, too. I have my first exam Tuesday.” Between conflicting exam schedules, the need to study, and roommates who would also be studying and thus occupying their rooms, the possibilities for privacy would be limited.

Randy took her in his arms and kissed her. “We’ll figure something out,” he said.

Dana hugged him tightly for a moment. “We’d better. I don’t think I can go two weeks without getting laid.” She thought about the toys Zoe had given her, and laughed. Zoe had been right—she might need them very badly in the next couple of weeks.

Randy looked a question at her, so she explained her laughter.

“That’s all very well for you,” Randy said with a grin, “but what about me?”

Dana kissed him again. “If you’re desperate, send me a text. If I can possibly get away, I’ll be glad to come give you a quick blowjob. Or something.”

“I like the way you think,” Randy said. “Deal.”

He picked up his bag. “Shall we?”

Dana stuffed her damp towel into her backpack. She nodded. “Lets go.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The schedule said two weeks, but the second week ended on Wednesday with the last day of exams. Dana’s last final was scheduled on a Monday. Zoe’s tutoring early in the semester on how to study had made a huge difference to Dana. She no longer felt like exams were a crap shoot; she was confident in her mastery of the subject.

Zoe and Dana were in their room on Wednesday afternoon the first week of exams. Dana had had her second exam that morning. She was taking the afternoon off to celebrate her success. She’d been reading a novel while Zoe studied.

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“Turn around, and lets sixty-nine. I want to feel you on my tongue,” I moan.

To my surprise I find a blond pussy thrust in my face. I’m disappointed it’s not a cock, but her musky sent draws me in. I reach out with my tongue to trace her inner lips to her clit. I nip at it, then soothing it with my tongue. I flick her clit back and forth making it nice and hard before drawing it deeply into my mouth. I circle my hand around Escort bayan and slip my finger into her moist hole from behind.

“Well, is this a privet party, or can anybody join?” You interrupt

Amy my best friend rolls off me “that’s why I came, before you distracted me with your naked body. Can you show me how to deep throat a big cock, like you do for him?” She asks me.

“Sure why not.” I raze my brow at you. “What do you say?” But before I even finish the question you had your pants down and your cock in front of Amy.

“Suck it,” you demand.

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“Common lay down.” I say to you. You slide down onto my bed going slow enough not to dislodge Amy’s suckling mouth

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I straddle your head facing Amy, watching her Escort take you deep into her mouth. You are doing a job on my cunt detracting me from Amy, not that she needed any more help she is doing just fine. You rap your arms around me pulling my cunt closer to your mouth. You grab my ass to hold me steady. I gaze at Amy as she slides her pussy onto your swollen pole. She rides you up and down, twisting slightly on each down stroke. Your moans that she is creating in you vibrate through my slit sending me over the edge spilling my juices on your tongue.

I slide off you and watch as you pull Amy over onto her back and pull her legs over your shoulders. You pump your hard cock deeply into her cunt harder and harder. She is bringing her hips up to match your every thrust. Amy screams out as her orgasm hits her. You pull out stroking your member Amy and I kneel in front of you as you shoot your jism in the air for us to catch we share it with each other before we suck you clean.

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*

“Think of all the boys!”

With one line, my new roommate at my new college in my new state convinced me to attend a fraternity party on the first night of orientation. I was eighteen and shy, nervous at the prospect of “getting myself out there.”

“Don’t be silly,” said my roommate Priya, giving my carefully chosen outfit a once-over. “It’ll be fun.”

I looked into the mirror one last time, attacking the last pieces of my curly chestnut locks with my straightener. Lipgloss, mascara, and foundation all passed the test. I was as confident as I would ever be.

“Shall we?” I asked with an uneasy smile.

~~~

The smoke stung my eyes, and I blinked, trying to make out the figures in the dark room. The house was literally vibrating from the thump of the hip-hop beats pumped from the stereos. The dance floor, what I suspected the builders had hoped to be a living room, was crowded with scantily clad bodies gyrating en masse. So this was college, I mused.

Priya dragged me over to a group of people she had met at registration, and they began chatting. One of them handed me a red plastic party cup, full of beer. I eyed it, and him.

“Don’t worry,” he said, smiling.

That was when I noticed his smile. His teeth were the whitest things I had ever seen. They gleamed from under his perfectly full lips, radiant against his lightly tanned skin. Even through the dark haze of the house, I surmised he had spent the entire summer on the beach.

His eyes smiled with his mouth. They were dark, like a brown or hazel, but they sparkled, picking up the little light available in the room and reflecting it, almost magically. His dark hair was curly, not long, but not short. It flopped against his brow and looked disheveled, as if he had just awoken from a nap. I wondered if he always looked so heavenly when he rolled out of bed.

I realized my mouth had fallen open a little and I was openly staring — gawking — at the beautiful person before me. I quickly closed my mouth and shook my head.

“Thanks for the beer,” I said, motioning my glass upwards. I swigged a few sips to hide my embarrassment.

He laughed, an easy laugh, which did not mock, but seemed to find me cute.

“I’m Max,” he stated.

“Charlotte,” I sputtered into my beer. My God, this tastes like piss…

“Let’s dance…”

Max did not wait for my answer. A blessing, I thought, as I would have most likely muttered something incoherent and vague, still too taken by his magazine-gorgeous good looks. He grabbed my arm, but not roughly. I took a deep breath as I felt his warm hand on my bare arm. He dragged me into the mass of bodies and put his arms around my waist.

“I can’t…” I said, looking at him, terrified by the prospect of shaking my ass to the incoherent beats blasting from the stereo.

“Yes, you can,” he stated, flashing me another of his full grins. “Everybody can dance.”

I swigged down another huge gulp of cheap beer and swallowed hard. I inched closer to Max, breathing in deeply, and settled my hips under his. We swayed slowly, awkwardly, amongst the mass of our new peers.

Max pulled me closer and took control of our dance. We started grinding our bodies against one another as the filthy lyrics blared from the system. I lost focus of the others around me. I could no longer hear other voices or my roommate and her new friends cheering us on from the bar. It was just Max and I, legs entwined, arms linked tightly. We danced for what felt like hours, though it was probably only two or three songs of gangsta rap.

I looked up into his eyes. They were twinkling again. Where is this light coming from?

His face leaned closer to mine. He’s kissing me. Ohmigod he’s going to kiss me. Does my breath smell alright? He’s too cute to kiss me! Ohmigod…

His lips, mere millimeters from mine, were bearing closer, coming for me. I instinctively pulled my head back, too nervous to give in to the moment. He did not seem to notice…

“COPS!!!!!!!!!”

The screams roared over the music. Instantly, all the lights flickered on and the stereos shuddered silent. Max jerked his head up and assessed the situation. I cursed myself for moving backwards. You idiot! I chastised my shyness.

“Come with me!” Max somehow detangled our limbs and dragged me to a door. The crush of underage bodies pressed against me and I was painfully aware of the number of people inside of the fraternity house.

“Drop your beer!” Max cried, looking at my bright red cup.

“It’s empty,” I mumbled, chucking it to the floor. It was crushed by a stampede of stilettos and Nike tennis shoes.

Max whisked me through the house and shoved me through the doorframe first. I clomped down the stairs, wishing I had worn some more practical shoes.

Priya had already exited the frat. “Charlotte!” she cried, and grabbed my hand. She dragged me off the lawn, making Escort bayan a beeline for our dormitory.

I looked around wildly for Max once we reached the street. He had disappeared into the throng of underage freshman on the can-strewn lawn of the fraternity house…

~~~

I did not see Max during the remainder of the orientation. He had intrigued me at the fraternity party, more than a few stolen moments should have. We had not even kissed, for chrissakes, and yet…

On the first day of classes, I trudged into my First Year Seminar, a required small group course that “explored different themes of critical thinking,” according to the college’s website. I had chosen to “explore” the concept of genius — art, music, poetry, science, and the like.

I found a seat furthest away from the instructor at a long seminar table and sized up my peers. They were far from the genius I hoped to study this semester. A few were obviously only at college for the athletic scholarship alone. Others were definitely cheerleaders or sorority blondes already mooning over the D1 football “student” athletes. Two kids had glasses held together by tape. I rolled my eyes. So much for inquisitiveness and group discussion.

The professor was busying herself with the syllabus and the TA, so class was starting late. I had settled into my uncomfortable lecture chair, bracing myself for a very long semester.

I heard the door open right as the professor was about to begin class. I did not pay any attention. Another geeky or intellectually challenged student did not interest me.

“Is this seat taken?”

I responded with a noncommittal “nhmph.”

The newcomer grazed my arm as he eased himself into the seat to my left. The nerves on my forearm tingled, and I looked to see who had come in so late.

Max.

He flashed me another of his easy grins, signaling he recognized me.

“Hey Charlotte,” he whispered as the professor started her introductions. *clapclapclap* “Oookay! Welcome to your First Year Seminar!” The professor’s squeal sounded rehearsed and unsure. She was a newbie just like the rest of us. Super.

“Let’s just go around the roooooooooooom and tell each other who we are…” she purred. The jocks and cheerleaders rolled their eyes. “We’re going to be spending lots of time together soooooooooooooooo we might as well just get to know each other…”

My classmates mumbled their names one by one into their Styrofoam coffee cups and already chewed-up pencaps. They each said their name, hometown, future major, and “one adjective to describe you!”

I was surprised most knew what an adjective was.

“I’m Max,” said Max next to me. “I’m from Los Angeles, thinkin’ ’bout majoring in art…”

Explains the tan and the self-confidence. I gazed up at him and tried to erase the pure rapture I was feeling on the inside from my face.

“One adjective I would use to describe myself…hmm, how about…inspired!”

He could inspire me any day. Preferably in my loft while Priya was in chem lab. In any position.

“Next?” My professor snapped me out of my reverie.

“I’m Charlotte,” I half-whispered.

“I can’t hear you!” chimed my bubbly professor.

“I’m Charlotte!” I mustered some courage to speak louder. Max leaned against his elbow, perched to take a closer look at me. I wished I had brushed my hair.

“I’m from Iowa…you’ve never heard of the town, and I’d like to major in political science.”

I could see Max’s grin spreading honey-slow on his gorgeous face.

“Your adjective, Charlotte?”

“Idealistic.”

“Good. Next!” piped my professor.

I did not hear the remainder of the introductions. Max started writing me notes on a scrap piece of notebook paper.

What a bunch of losers, he scrawled in a nearly illegible script.

Max was writing me notes in class, deeming me “cool” enough to be more approachable than the losers. I picked up my pen and scribbled back a reply. Do you think we’ll be doing any real discussing this semester?

With these guys? Max lifted his pen and gestured around the room. Not a chance.

I froze, unsure of how to respond. I have always been socially awkward, but around a Sex God like Max, I was rendered speechless.

He sensed my awkwardness and resumed our written conversation.

So you’re an idealist, eh?

Yes.

I am such a wit.

What does that mean?

I want to change the world.

Through political science?

Can you think of a better way? Access to the world’s leaders, a whole constituency to help inspire me, ability to make laws…

Okay. Cool.

Why art?

I want to change the world.

Through art? I smirked at him. I want to inspire and motivate. I want to think and have people think along with me.

He began to doodle in his notebook. I watched intently as he sketched the outline of a face. He drew straight hair, messy and shoulder-length, paying special attention to stray curly bits Bayan escort that had escaped the straightener. He scratched out two almondish eyes, a slightly crooked nose, and a smile that seemed timid.

Max continued to fill in the sketch, taking up nearly the entirety of his notebook page. I blushed and knew my entire face was beet red, up to the very part on my scalp. I had never had anybody look at me so inquisitively, especially somebody I barely knew.

What do you think? He wrote on the side of the drawing. I think you’re very talented.

You’re just saying that because it’s you.

No! I buried my head in my hands.

Max chuckled and brushed my exposed forearm. Whatever. He drew a smiley face next to his words so I knew he was joking, just to see me turn redder.

“Sooooooooooooooooo I’ll see you all Wednesday, then,” said my professor, and my classmates packed their notebooks and day planners into their stylish messenger bags. “Read chapters one, two, and three of the Smith text, and write a summary and discussion points to bring to class!” Collective groan.

Max sprang from his seat. I could not believe the hour had flown by so quickly. Part of me did not want it to end because I enjoyed sitting next to him so much.

“See you next time,” he said with a wink. And then he strode out of the room before I could close my notebook.

~~~

“Charlotte!”

Priya hurried across the campus green towards me. Our first First Year Seminars had just let out, and she looked ready to dish.

“How was class?” I asked as we strolled down the grassy knoll of our academic quad.

“Lame!” she threw her head back dramatically. “And I have class all day. No time for lunch! No time for boy gossip! No time for anything, anything at all.” She sighed, weighed down by the burdens of her responsibilities.

“When will I see you again?” Out of the room all day? My heart skipped a beat.

“Never!” She giggled, realizing the extent of her dramatics. “I’m off to Chemistry, then I’m going to grab a bite to eat, hit up my chemistry lab right after, then physics, a meeting with my academic advisor, group project meeting, yoga, dinner… I should be back around six or so.”

The room to myself! All day long! I glanced at my watch. Eleven a.m.

I felt a twinge of electricity emanating from my clit. The “stress” of my first college course and the intense sexual tension between Max and I needed to be released.

I airkissed my roommate goodbye and headed back to my dorm. I nearly ran up the steps of the ancient stone building, ecstatic for some much-needed solo time.

I closed my heavy door behind me and engaged the deadbolt as I breathed a long, deep sigh of relief.

Alone.

Not how I expected my first collegiate sexual experience to unfold.

I unconsciously brushed the spot on my arm he had touched as he eased himself into the chair next to me. My hairs stood on end as I remembered staring up into his eyes.

I moved swiftly towards my dresser and rummaged around my underwear drawer. My hand grazed a piece of cool, ribbed plastic.

I pulled out my prize. At seven inches long and a few inches thick, my dildo was the perfect sex toy. The packaging proclaimed it was “ribbed for her pleasure!” The ridges alternated between thick and thin bands, smoothing out before the tapered end that curved ever so slightly. The curve culminated in a rotating bulb, like an electric toothbrush, that perfectly kissed and tickled my G-spot.

I stroked the length of the pearlescent purple shaft. Images of Max’s smile and his delightfully radiant eyes flashed through my mind.

I threw the dildo onto my bed and stripped. I threw my tight black polo I always left unbuttoned (maximizes casual flashes of cleavage) onto the floor and shimmied out of my jeans. I was unhinging my front-clasp bra when I caught my reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye.

Sex. I looked like a porn star. I had not had the time to brush my hair in the morning, and my chestnut locks were starting to curl in the humidity. I straightened my hair every day, but the humidity and the lack of attention was bringing my hair to its natural wild state. It fell to my shoulders, curling in every direction at the ends. It was unkempt, like I had rolled in bed with a lover minutes before.

Ever since I met Max, I had felt overtly sexual. I had subconsciously worn my sexiest underwear this morning. My red lace bra made my heartbeat quicken. I traced my fingers down the scalloped lace of the cups. It was see through, a mesh and lace combination, that pushed and accentuated my breasts to their fullest potential. My full breasts looked like pale round melons against the intense red of the fabric. My pink nipples were straining against the fire-red fabric, already alert and demanding attention.

My eyes drifted down to my midsection. I had chosen matching underwear, a bright red, mesh and lace thong. The lace pattern was scalloped into a flower pattern, Escort which nestled its way between the folds of my slit. I turned around, my head still facing the mirror. The thong’s lace snaked around my hips and joined right above my rear, forming a single lace flower. The stem was tucked between my cheeks, a slim piece of bright red fabric.

I unclasped my bra, releasing my sensitive breasts. I dove onto my bed, tweaking my nipples. I moaned aloud. I felt like all of my body’s nerve ends were alert, responding to the slightest touch with sheer pleasure. I pictured Max’s smile, his gorgeous lips.

I sighed, a little moan escaping my lips as I dreamt of his.

I fantasized about the night at the fraternity house. Max leaned in to kiss me, and I responded ravenously, taking him with my mouth and tongue. We kissed passionately, oblivious to the couples dancing around us.

As I slid my fingers sensuously around my nipples, tugging and teasing them into a delightfully torturous state of pleasure, Max asked me in my fantasies to go somewhere private.

We disappeared into my bedroom, and I led Max into my bed. He tore off my clothes, and then his shirt. I imagined his chest — toned, tan, beautifully LA-ish. His chest was bare, without a trace of hair, and defined without being overly chiseled. He took my breast into his mouth, twirling my nipple with his tongue.

Fantasizing about Max was having a strong effect on my body. I was electric, my nipples swollen and hard, and twice their normal length. I had not yet touched my clit, but already I felt I was close to orgasm.

I grabbed my dildo, sliding it between my swollen lips. I rubbed it up and down my clit, slathering the shaft with my juices. I was slick with my own lubrication.

I shut my eyes, and Max and I stripped in my fantasy. He had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. Its head mushroomed beautifully at the end of his average sized, but thick, shaft. It was not impressive in my mind — Max was, of course, only an average sized guy — but I was confident he would manipulate it in mind-blowing, unfathomable ways.

In my dreams, Max slid his shaft into my tight hole. I gasped aloud as I flicked my dildo’s vibrator to life, shoving it deep inside my snatch. The vibrations shook the entirety of the shaft, and each rotation of the dildo’s tiny motor seemed to make my pussy roar with delight. In addition to the overall vibrations, the curved tip and ball rotated slowly, pulsating against my G-spot.

I was instantly near orgasm. I pumped the dildo in and out of my snatch, relishing in the sensation of the ribbing and vibrations against my vaginal walls. I imagined it was Max pumping in and out of me. He knelt near my bottom, holding my ankles firmly against his hips. He thrust in and out of my snatch. I rammed my vibrator in and out, clenching my vagina against the ribbed plastic. I opened my eyes and could almost see Max fucking me, his head thrown back in excitement. He reached out, and I put my other hand back onto my tortured breasts, almost screaming from intense desire.

I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as I bucked and howled against my bed. I slid my hand down my body away from my breast. My clit was burning. I purposely neglected to touch it until I was begging myself to cum. Without ceasing the relentless pounding from my vibrator, I lightly grazed the bud of my clit with the tip of my index finger.

I could not resist. As I pictured Max moaning my sexual prowess as he flooded my pussy with his cum, I stroked my bud with small, fast, hard circles. The sensations overwhelmed my body, and I was ripped into a screaming orgasm.

My whole body was electric. I bucked wildly against my bed, losing control of my muscle function as my nerve endings jumped to attention. Waves of heat crashed against my frame, overwhelming my senses.

“Yes!” I cried, unable to muffle my voice any longer. “Oh Max, Max!” His name bounced off my lips and reverberated through the room. I was certain the entire hall could hear my cries, and yet I did not care what they would think or say later. I embraced the pleasure that Max’s image had given me.

As the pulsations of my orgasm subsided, I slumped against the bed, withering from the heat. I switched off my vibrator and slid it out of my snatch. It made a slight *pop* as it exited, slick from the juices of my hole.

I lazily looked at the dildo, spinning it in the early afternoon sunlight streaming through my window. I laughed, thinking of Max, what it would be like to seduce him into my bedroom.

I wanted to run my fingers through his curly hair. I wanted to see his smile as we lay together in my too-small twin bed. I wanted to hold his beautifully tanned body and hear stories of LA.

I wanted…all of Max.

~~~

Freshman year passed relatively uneventfully. I spoke to Max every day, and we easily became friends. But as our friendship developed, I noticed Max’s affections were not unique to me. I soon realized his easy charm and casual sexiness were merely part of his personality. When I went to campus parties with my roommate, I embraced him with a hug and quick kiss on the lips, then watched, saddened, as he would do the same to each girl he encountered.

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Cristen had a rough childhood. Her brother was mildly autistic and had been mercilessly bullied and despite the family’s best attempts to help, took his own life. Cristen was devastated. However she made a huge effort to be successful. At 26 she had a masters degree and was pulling in six figures at a job she loved. She also volunteered 8 hours a week at a suicide prevention organization. On top of that she was gorgeous. Cristen was a woman who had probably never been in a room where she wasn’t the most beautiful woman. Cristen was a Scandinavian-American goddess. She was 5’4 and 107lbs of pure perfection. Naturally blonde with light blue eyes, full lips, flawless skin with a slight tan that made her skin look almost golden. She had legs like a dancer’s, a nicely toned bubble ass and perfect d cup breasts that featured perfect half dollar sized areolas capped with sensitive nipples.

She kept herself cleanly shaven with the exception of a tiny, golden strip of blonde hair just above her perfectly symmetrical lips that proved to anyone lucky enough to get that close that she was indeed a true blonde. She was also definitely a person who enjoyed sex. More than anything else she really liked good, hard sex. She wasn’t a size queen or anything like that although she definitely saw ‘bigger’ guys as a plus, what she really liked was simply being fucked hard. Preferably doggy style or just bent over a bed, chair, table or whatever. She wanted to feel not only the cock but the hips crashing in, jarring her flawless body. The balls slapping her ass as she fingered her clit. This was how she liked it and she had no trouble finding someone eager to please her when she got the urge.

Cristen had flown to Minneapolis for a meeting. She was downtown

having a quick dinner at a restaurant in the Mall of America before flying back home when she overheard a conversation from out in the mall that really bothered her.

“Tommy I thought your girlfriend from out of town was meeting you for dinner.” said one boy.

She’s in the restroom in the restaurant,” said Tommy

“Yeah, you’re such a liar. What girl would even date a loser ass retard like you, why don’t you just kill yourself!” said a second boy.

Cristen saw red. She threw down some money to pay for her dinner, composed herself, and walked out to the mall.

“Tommy, I’m sorry you had to wait so long, oh are these friends of yours?” said Cristen.

The two boys didn’t know what to say when Cristen walked up and took Tommy’s hand, he somehow didn’t miss a beat.

“Uh yeah, this is Cole and Evan,” said Tommy.

“It’s nice to meet you guys, I’m Cristen.”

The two boys were in shock and just starred, jaws agape.

“You guys don’t say much do you?” Cristen laughed.

The couple said goodbye and went back into the restaurant. They ordered cheesecake and talked quite a bit. She found out Tommy was 18 and a senior and had been facing a lot of bullying. Eventually they left, she needed to get to the airport. Tommy offered to drive her and she accepted. As they headed toward the car she let Tommy take a few selfies of the two of them.

As they drove, Tommy noticed Cole and Evan’s car just Escort bayan ahead. Cristen said “Pull up by them, you’re about to become a legend!”

As Tommy complied, Cristen ducked down. When the two boys noticed Tommy in the car Cole said “Looks like the loser got dumped!”

They honked and lowered the window, Tommy said “Hey guys, what’s up?” Before they could respond Cristen sat up, wiped her mouth and said “hey guys!” She then made the loser sign and Tommy sped off laughing.

Cristen’s good deed was done, but karma is a funny thing. While she was ducked down, she noticed two things. First, Tommy’s legs felt very muscular and second, quite by accident she noticed he was quite a bit larger than normal.

Cristen said, Tommy, I think I might get a later flight, would you like to go to a hotel to relax a while? Predictably Tommy was happy to oblige her. Cristen checked them in and they headed up to the room.

Cristen said “Why don’t you watch tv, I need to use the bathroom and put on something easier to rest in.”

Tommy nodded.

Several minutes later, Cristen came out with a robe on. She smiled at Tommy, having his full attention. She untied the belt and let the robe fall away from her body, leaving her in all her naked glory. Tommy’s jaw dropped through the floor. Instantly a large bulge was evident in his pants. Cristen asked him if he would like to remove his clothing. He immediately began tearing off his jeans, shirt, socks and underwear. Cristen then moved onto the bed facing Tommy. She kissed him and he kissed her back pushing his tongue into her mouth while grabbing her gorgeously full breasts. Cristen broke the kiss, turned away, got down on all fours and said “Fuck me Tommy!”

Tommy got up behind her as she reached back and guided his big cock into her sweet, wet pussy. Tommy started fucking her hard, she grasped the headboard and said “harder!” Tommy reared back and then began slamming into Cristens pussy with all he had. With each thrust her ass would ripple and her big, firm breasts would heave. Cristen took one hand off the headboard to rub her clit as Tommy, getting very closed started fucking her with even more urgency, her forehead hitting the wall with each mind numbing thrust. Furiously fingering her clit she felt Tommy drive forward as hard as he could as his cock swelled and blasted deeply into her with his molten load, this pushed her off the cliff and her own orgasm crashed through her.

Her fingers and toes tensed as she buried her face in the pillow, screaming into it as Tommy pulled out. She then moaned as she rolled over onto her back and just laid there gently rubbing her nipples as she floated back to reality. Tommy just laid contently next to her, marveling at her gorgeous, exhausted form. They sat for a while and talked. Cristen told Tommy “You are so awesome, don’t ever let assholes like those two guys bother you, you’re an amazing person.”

She then kissed him and sent him on his way, took a quick shower and called for a cab to take her to the airport.

It was Friday and Cristen had a three day weekend. She rolled out of bed around ten. It was a cold day but she decided a good massage would Bayan escort give her a reason to leave her condo and then she could also get some shopping done. She took a hot shower, slipped on a thong, sport bra, an old pair of sweats and a hoodie, she rarely felt the urge to try to impress.

Cristen arrived at the spa. She usually saw Sven but he was off sick so she was with Olga, a new masseuse. She preferred men because they gave more vigorous massages but she was assured Olga could do the job. Cristen put her things in a locker and put on a large robe. Olga came in,

introduced herself and brought Cristen to the sauna. Olga was thick but very pretty. Sort of an Anna Nicole Smith who liked to power lift. She also gave off a slight lesbian vibe. Cristen stepped in and removed her towel to the audible gasp of the one other person in the sauna.

“Oh, hello,” said Cristen,

“Hey, I’m Sandra, and I heard your masseuse say your name is Cristen, and let me tell you, girl, you are just so beautiful!”

“Thanks, you are very pretty too!”

said Cristen.

Just then Sandra’s masseuse came to get her. They said their goodbyes and Sandra left. Cristen closed her eyes and relaxed. Several minutes later Olga arrived with a fresh towel and summoned Cristen. She put the towel around Cristen who then secured it. Arriving at the room, Cristen laid on her stomach and Olga placed a fresh towel, neatly folded over her ass. Olga liked to begin at the ankles. She poured some warm oil into her hands and then went to work. From the ankles then up the calves before going down to thoroughly work the feet and toes. Cristen found this part to be very relaxing.

Next Olga did a deep job on the thighs before removing the towel to remove the tension from what she judged to be a perfect ass. A gentle moan escaped Cristens mouth, causing Olga to smile.

After finishing Cristen’s back, shoulders and neck, Olga helped Cristen roll over and placed a towel over her. She began working the front of Cristen’s thighs then up to her hands and arms then her neck, which was very tense. Olga now had to lower the towel to work on shoulders and upper chest. She was very happy to get her hands on Cristen’s beautiful, full breasts. Another moan escaped Cristen’s mouth as Olga rolled her nipples. She then took care of her flat stomach before massaging her lower abdominals and all around her glistening pussy.

Olga paused and said “I’m nearly done but we have some time if there is more you’d like me to take care of.”

Cristen replied, “please, any area you think would benefit from your touch.” as she parted her legs slightly.

Olga took the hint and went to work. She got more warm oil and began to rub it in just beside Cristen’s labia. Then she drizzled some onto her slit and down to her ass. She softly rubbed it in, causing Cristen to quiver. She parted Cristen’s legs slightly more and used two freshly oiled fingers to rub and caress Cristen’s engorged clitoris while using two from her other hand to push into Cristen’s hot, wet pussy. Cristen’s hips began to move as her arousal quickly gained momentum. Instinctively Olga began fucking her as hard as she could with Escort her fingers which almost instantly pushed Cristen over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a train jumping the tracks. She was instantly twitching, moaning and squirting. Out of control in total bliss and then slowly back to earth.

Olga used a washcloth with warm water and gave Cristen an impromptu wipe down, then gave her a warm towel.

Olga said “Please forgive me if I’m being too forward but I think I understand what really gets you off and if you’d like to try, I think we could have fun.”

“What do you think that is?” asked Cristen.

Olga replied “A good hard fucking and I have several advantages over the guys you know.” “I use a strap on so no worries about me finishing too early or you getting pregnant, plus I have different sizes and I have another surprise that could make it better still, so here’s my card, my cell is on it.”

Cristen took the card, smiled and left a hundred dollar tip.

She did her shopping and headed for home but couldn’t stop thinking about Olga’s proposal. Cristen decided to call Olga. They decided to get together at Olga’s apartment. Cristen was greeted at the door with a hug and light kiss. They sat down in Olga’s living room with a bottle of Chiraz. Olga new they would need to get to know each other for this to work out. Cristen found it was easy to talk to Olga and that the conversation both relaxed her and brought out a submissive side to her personality, one she rarely released. Olga put some soft core lesbian porn on the tv and gave Cristen a pill to take. Olga said “This is ecstasy, it’s a small dose, 70mg, but for your size you should really feel nice.”

Cristen downed the pill and had more wine. Olga stroked Cristen’s hair then pressed their lips together, pushing her tongue into Cristen’s mouth. They quickly removed each other’s clothes. Every touch felt so amazing to Cristen, her nipples were so hard and felt so good. Olga told Cristen to play with her clit and suck on her nipples while she put on her strap on. She selected a nice, thick 9inch model. By now it was 3am. Olga decided they should go out on the balcony. Cristen grasped the railing, her breasts draped over it, legs parted widely. Olga came up behind her. She rubbed her rubber cock up and down Cristen’s dripping slit and then with no warning slammed into it with all her might. Her ruthless assault on Cristen’s hot little pussy was just savage. She was using long, full, fast strokes. With each one Cristen could feel her ribs crushing into the railing Olga’s hips smashing into her ass and the big rubber dong hammering into her overheated pussy. She was now rubbing her clit and savoring the heightened sensations of the ecstasy combined with the unrelenting pounding Olga was giving her. Cristen was literally howling and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure reduced her thoughts to nothing more than animal instinct. Finally Olga stood down. She was tired but Cristen was absolutely destroyed…and she had loved every minute of it. They fell asleep together in bed.

The next morning, Olga had to go to work at the spa. Cristen woke after she had left and found a note beside her. It read:

Cristen, I had a wonderful time last night and I think yours might have been even better. 🙂 There is orange juice in the fridge and I left pain meds on the counter, thought you might need them. Just lock up when you go. Love Olga.

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“I’m goddam sick and tired of it,” he said, squinting in a really ugly way. “I think my fucking nephew is stealing stuff out of my own house. The problem is I can’t catch him at it. Can you help me?”

Gavin looked desperate. He lived in a beautiful home just a few doors down from me but, because of his job, he was seldom in it. His cousin Susan and her good-for-nothing son Robert would frequently stay in his house while extensive renovations were going on in their place.

To add insult to injury, Gavin was helping them pay for the renovations since his cousin was pretty near bone-poor and her son Robert had never held a job in his life although he was almost 23 now.

I knew them both pretty well. She was a big, raw-boned kind of woman, well into her 50s. She owned very little, including the teeth in her mouth, from what I could tell. Nice person, though, even if she wasn’t very bright. On the other hand, she was a regular Einstein compared to her son, Robert. He liked playing video games but couldn’t quite find the time to finish his GED. He’d pick up odd jobs in the neighborhood to make a little money but he never had regular employment. He was a big kid and while he was dumb-looking, he wasn’t particularly unattractive.

And here’s the kicker. He was the pick of the family’s litter. His oldest brother was serving 5 to 10 upstate for some petty crime he got caught at again and his other brother was living off his girlfriend in another state. Dad would beat Susan regularly but, mercifully, he had died a few years back. Not exactly an Ozzie and Harriet family. Susan and Robert had moved down here a few years ago to be close to Gavin.

Gavin wanted to throw them out but he needed proof first. He told me he discovered that stashes of money he kept around the house were disappearing and then a few small art objects (Gavin liked collecting antiques). Robert would then show up a few days later with a new video game which he would play while smoking the weed he bought at the same time. The problem was always worst when Gavin was out of town and he was headed out for a week in a couple of days.

“Can you set up one of those video things?” he asked me. “You know, something they won’t see.”

I work with video surveillance and I knew this job would be a piece of cake. I told him I’d install something tonight while he took them out to dinner or something.

“I want to see what’s going on. And I want to hear what they say too,” Gavin said. “I don’t know if they’re into this together. Dammit, I feel awful doing this but I’m not letting thieves live in my house, even if they are blood.”

I nodded, agreed on a price and that night when I saw them leave, I grabbed some extra equipment and mikes and put them in place in the living room area. With a fish eye lens, I could pretty much see the entire living area and hear everything too. Because the equipment was so close to my home, it was easiest to just transmit the pictures and sound to my place where I could record Escort bayan them.

Gavin left town a few days later and I set the equipment to record what was going on whenever anyone was in the house. Later in the evening, I would review it and save any clips that I thought might be enlightening.

One thing that was enlightening to me – although probably of little interest to Gavin – was the video I saw of Susan the first night Gavin was gone. She was strutting around the house absolutely topless. No shirt, no bra, nothing.

Like I said, she was a big woman. Not fat, just large but she had tits that were so big and long I thought she’d be able to tie them into knots. And she had great big nipples on those tremendous hooters. When she walked through the living room, her tits swung from side to side like the trunks on two elephants looking for water . . .

But that wasn’t the really interesting thing. What was interesting is Robert was engaged in his second-favorite activity, watching television, and she strode around like he wasn’t there. Or like she didn’t care that he was there.

The other interesting thing is that I found all of this kind of arousing. The next day when I got home I turned on the live feed and watched her preparing dinner. She was fully dressed but wearing some tight pants that showed off a huge ass. Damn fish eye lens! I wanted to zoom in or get a clearer picture but it wasn’t possible. I could see her preparing food in the kitchen and occasionally taking a slug from a bottle next to the sink. She was wobbling a little as she put dinner on the table , then Robert and she sat down to eat.

I tried to listen to what was going on. There was not much said, certainly nothing about taking anything from Gavin, but something interesting did happen. At some point, Susan (sweet lady, like I said, but not too bright) reached down and squeezed Robert’s crotch.

“Mom, don’t,” he said, a little irritably. She just laughed but the clear sense I got was that this was a regular ritual with her. I wondered what else went on. I was soon to learn.

Robert, apparently worn out by the exertion of eating, flopped down in the living room to watch TV while Susan cleared the table and did the dishes. I figured she had a long history of spoiling and waiting on the men in her life so this didn’t seem to bother her at all, even though it annoyed me that she had to do all the work.

Another swig from the bottle, then Susan grabbed it and plopped down on the sofa next to Robert to watch one of those court TV programs. They weren’t saying much to each other but this was the best place to see and hear them clearly thanks to my placement of audio and video devices.

At one point, Susan looked over at Robert and smiled at him, then grabbed his thigh. He was wearing denim pants with a t-shirt and he brushed her hand away once, twice, then gave up and she left it there. At first it was like she was just squeezing his leg playfully but then I saw Bayan escort her hand open and begin stroking his leg with the end of each stroke just brushing what I figured was the tip of his cock. There was no way I could tell if his cock was reacting to this but it was sure getting interesting.

Then Robert sort of sighed and laid his head down on Susan’s chest. This did not sound like a sigh of contentment. It sounded like a sigh of resignation. I had the feeling that whatever was going to happen had happened before.

Susan unbuttoned her shirt and I could see those two great breasts laying flat against her chest. She lifted one up and held it to Robert who started sucking away like a big, stupid baby. Susan immediately threw her head back happily and started babbling something I couldn’t make out.

Robert, no longer the reluctant player in this drama, was finally getting more enthusiastic. He pulled on her tit, switched to the other nipple and began chewing and Susan started floppng her head back and forth like she was spasming. She drove her hand down his pants and I could hear his jeans button pop open. And after a little tweaking of my sound equipment, for the first time, I could hear Susan too.

“Yeah, baby, suck on mommy. You suck on mommy until you get everything you want. Yeah. That feels good. Do you like making mommy feel good, Bobby?”

Robert just groaned, then pulled apart her shirt and encircled her great girth with his arm while kneading one huge breast and sucking on the other. Susan slid down a little on the couch and I was afraid for a moment that they would go out of camera range but she just leaned against the couch arm and I ended up having a better view than ever.

She lifted Robert’s face and began slobbering him with kisses. I could see their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths (apparently she had her teeth in) and Susan pulled off Robert’s pants enough to grab his erect cock while they kissed. Robert started grunting more and more and then reached into the front of her pants and made an inelegant but enthusiastic grab at her cunt.

Susan threw her head back and moaned, breathing hard, then throatily she said, “That’s right, baby, you play with momma. You get momma good and happy, sweetheart.”

Now she was stroking his prick even faster and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t blow his load. I wondered from their ease in this ritual if it happened so often, he didn’t cum as fast as, well, I was about to.

Robert was aflame now. “I want your pussy, mommy. I want your pussy, mommy.”

Susan smiled and pulled her pants down to reveal the hairiest bush I’ve ever seen. I didn’t see it long, however, because Robert’s mouth was all over it, slurping away like it was a butterscotch sundae.

“Honey, honey, suck on mommy’s pussy. That’s a good boy. You make mommy feel so good, Bobby.” Her voice was so thick and husky she almost sounded un-human. “Lick it warm, sweetie. Lick it warm . . .”

Robert broke Escort away and pulled all his clothes off now, his cock erect and bobbing in anticipation. He was diving at her cunt when Susan, so incapacitated with lust just a moment earlier, stopped him. “Not there, baby. You know you can’t go in there.”

Robert just stared at her with his thick 7 inches hanging out aimed at her hairy love-pit like a missile returning to the silo. Apparently, however, this missile was not allowed in. Interesting. Maybe she thought it was perverse.

Susan smiled in – if you can believe it – a motherly way and patted then kissed the end of his cock, the precum dripping from her lips as she pulled away. Then she rolled over and waved the great, fat, dark ass at Robert and me in a surprisingly enchanting come-hither way. “Go get it,” she said, her voice rich and throaty again.

Go get it? Get what? Robert rushed out of the frame and I heard the refrigerator door open and close, Robert returned with his hard cock and an unopened stick of butter almost as long. He came back into frame, slathered the butter along his cock then practically jammed it into Susan’s great ass so she moaned, then he ran it slowly along her crack, greasing her up slowly.

“You’re teasing mommy, Bobby. Do it.”

For the first time, I saw Robert smile and then he bent down, and licked her asshole while she spasmed again. Finally he slipped the entire length of his engorged cock into her dark nether regions in one great swoop and she moaned and threw her head from side to side, screaming like a wild woman. It was at that point, that I shot my load while watching this real-life porn video.

Robert, however, had more self control than I. He started ramming in and out of her ass with such gusto and force that it was clear that Susan was a longtime Hershey Highway traveler, and a happy traveler at that.

Robert pumped in and out, even taking his cock out a couple of times, then slamming in back in while she screamed and moaned so loudly I worried that neighbors might call the police. Clearly, this was not something they did when Gavin was home . . .

“Bobby, baby, Bobby baby, fuck mommy. Fuck mommy’s ass, Bobby. I want to taste you. I want to taste your cum. Shoot in mommy’s ass, Bobby. Shoot your spunk in mommy now.”

Robert was able to reach around and pull her tits, twiriling the nipples while he pumped in and out of her ass. She was backing into each thrust and they looked like a finely-honed reciprocating engine. From time to time (and the kid looked like he could go forever) he slapped her ass and she would scream happily, then finger her clit and pick up the rhythm again.

Finally he grabbed her waist and forced her ass hard down on his cock, threw his head back and pumped her full of his jism while Susan shuddered and laughed, then fell down on the couch and out of frame, continuing with the hysterical chortle. Robert’s shrinking prick dripped with the semen he hadn’t left in his mother. He pulled on his pants, ignored his mother completely, then changed the channel and fell into a nearby chair.

I flicked off the live monitor and made a note for Gavin: First of all, you might want to buy some new butter . . . .

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Lick. Lick. Lick.

I smiled as I glanced down at my sister who was dutifully on her knees, licking my cock. For whatever reason, actually taking my cock into her mouth crossed the line…but she was fine with licking it.

The sight alone would probably have been enough to get me off, but the feeling of her soft, wet tongue moving up and down my shaft, the way she swirled it around my head and stimulated the little spot right between the base and the head…

“Now,” I moaned, and she looked up at me with a smile, opening her mouth and catching my cum.

“Thank you,” she said softly after swallowing my load, and I nodded before putting my cock away, handing her some water (to wash the taste out of her mouth) and waking her up.

**Session 23:**

You would think that finally getting to live out my fantasy, finally getting to cum on my sister’s tits – not in a hypothetical, not in the abstract, but actually doing it – you’d think that would have been enough to satiate me for a while.

But it just made me hungry for more.

Don’t get me wrong, cumming on Lucy’s huge, soft boobs was a dream come true. I loved every second of it, and couldn’t wait until we could repeat the experience, but I wanted more. I wanted to fuck them. I wanted to fuck her – her face, her pussy, her ass. I wanted to turn my sister into my own personal sex slave, wet and willing to do anything I asked.

And, more and more, I was starting to believe that it was achievable. I’d already come so far…in just 22 sessions I’d convinced my sister to talk to me while I jerked off, to masturbate in front of me as I did the same, and I’d even started to control her dreams and sexual fantasies. I’d seduced her best friend, and I had managed to plant memories in my sister’s brain – memories of her jerking me off while I lay in hospital, and even when I got home.

In my sister’s mind, she’d seen me cum thirty-four to thirty-seven times.

In real life? Only twice. But I knew what I was doing now. I’d pushed past more limits than I’d ever thought possible, and there were so many more to go – I still hadn’t managed to touch my sister, or convinced her to touch me. And no matter what I did, I hadn’t been able to affect her waking life – except for letting me say “thank you” after I masturbated, our relationship was the same as it had ever been (if a tiny bit more open about sex).

So when I sat my sister down for another session, after having finally cum on those glorious breasts of hers, I didn’t repeat the experience. I didn’t even get her topless.

I got straight to work.

“Hypothetical – we’re jerking off in front of each other in the living room, Mom comes home, and you let me cum on your tits.”

Nod.

“What does it feel like?”

“It feels warm. Hot, I guess. And slippery.”

“Does it turn-…would you tell me if it turned you on?”

“No.”

A warm blush began to rise on my sister’s face. A part of me wanted to laugh – she’ll masturbate in front of me, cum as I ejaculate onto her tits…but she won’t talk about whether or not she finds it hot, even though she clearly does.

Like I’ve said before, everyone has limits. I don’t know where they come from, but the more you understand them, the easier they are to move.

“Would you tell me if it turned Escort bayan you on if I came in your mouth?”

A confusing sentence, but Lucy is pretty bright, and she almost immediately answered.

“No.”

“Would you tell me if it turned you on to think about jerking me off?”

“No.”

I was pretty sure that a “no” in this scenario meant that yes, it turned her on, but I figured it was worth checking. I wanted to move forward with as much information as possible.

“Would you tell me if…I dunno, if my ass turns you on?”

“Yes.”

“Does my ass turn you on?”

“No.”

“Would you tell me if my cock turned you on?”

There wasn’t even the tiniest of pauses before she responded.

“No.”

Even in her hypnotized state, as my sister monotoned and stared straight at me, her face twitched, as though she wanted to glance down at my pants, and that familiar flush appeared on her ears. Yeah, I was pretty sure that her denials were actually confirmations.

“Would you tell me what you think of me?”

“In what sense?”

“Would you tell me what you think of me sexually?”

“No.”

Good sign.

“Would you tell me what you think of Mom, sexually?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think of Mom sexually?”

“I think she’s an attractive woman for her age, but I have no physical attraction to her.”

Tempting though it was to see if I could play with that, I had an agenda. I wanted to get my sister sleeping with me, before I turned to the perhaps-impossible task of getting her to hook up with Mom.

Oh, fuck. I could picture it now…Lucy’s huge boobs coming into contact with Mom’s equally-mammoth mammaries. If I died before seeing that image come to life, I knew I’d have lived a wasted life.

No, focus. Get inside your sister before you get her inside Mom.

“Siblings should be honest with each other, shouldn’t they?”

“…to an extent, yes.”

“To an extent?”

“Yes.”

“What does that mean?”

“There are circumstances when siblings shouldn’t be honest with each other.”

“Will you tell me what those circumstances are?”

“Yes.”

“When shouldn’t siblings be honest with each other?”

There was a long silence, while Lucy thought. Her incredibly sexy blush never left her face, and I stared at her as she came up with an answer. Finally, just as I was considering skipping the rest of this session and going straight to cumming on her tits instead, she monotoned an answer.

“When one of them is doing something wrong.”

“Why does that matter?”

There was another pause, not nearly as long as the previous one.

“Because being honest could be embarrassing, and it might destroy the relationship.”

Ah ha. She didn’t want to embarrass herself (or maybe me) – I knew just what to do.

“Lucy, who can you trust more than anyone in the world?”

“You.”

I’d already laid the groundwork on this one.

**Session 14:**

“Why do you like being hypnotized, Lucy?”

“Because it makes me feel free.”

“Why does it make you feel free?”

“I feel like I’ve given someone else control. It’s nice. It’s relaxing.”

“Why is that relaxing, Lucy?”

“Because I don’t have to think.”

“That’s right. You just have Bayan escort to obey, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like obeying?”

“Yes. Sometimes.”

“When do you like obeying, Lucy?”

“When I need to, and it’s someone that I trust.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“You like obeying me because you trust me, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s why you like being hypnotized?”

“Yes.”

I considered moving on, but wanted to make sure that the thought process was clear.

“Lucy – you enjoy being hypnotized because you trust me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you enjoy being hypnotized”

“Because I trust you.”

“Say it again.”

“I enjoy being hypnotized because I trust you.”

I studied dramatic irony in high school, and I was pretty sure I’d just found a perfect example of it.

“Do you ever let anyone else hypnotize you?”

“No.”

“So you must trust me more than anyone else.”

Pause.

” Is that right?”

“…yes.”

“Say it.”

“I trust you more than I trust anyone else.”

“Good girl. Say it again.”

“I trust you more than I trust anyone else.”

“Why do you let me hypnotize you?”

“Because I enjoy it.”

“And why do you enjoy it?”

“Because I trust you.”

**Session 23:**

I knew that if I wanted to get anywhere, I had to get Lucy talking. The more I could get her to tell me, the more info I could get on where she was, the easier it would be to plot my next few steps. I was so close to affecting real life that I could taste it, I was sure.

So far, I’d only discovered one way to control Lucy in real life: by giving her a hypothetical, waking her up, and making her think that it had actually happened. That was how I’d managed to convince her to let me go up to her and start thanking her every time I masturbated. That was how I’d turned Marcie into my real life sex-toy, as well as using her to get off when I was hypnotized. Lucy and I had even become a bit more open with each other as a result.

No matter how much I got someone to change their mind about something while hypnotized, it didn’t translate to real life. I’d managed to convince Marcie under hypnosis that she should go down on me, but until I altered her memories, she didn’t so much as make a move for my pants. Sure, we made out, but I already knew she was a little bit into me.

BUT – if I could get them to theoretically agree to a change in morals, the change would stick, whenever they were under. That was how I got Lucy to agree to letting me see her topless, or how I first got Marcie to start going down on me. That was how I’d persuaded Lucy to let me cum on her tits. And that, I was sure, was the key to what she was thinking.

“Lucy…it’s not healthy to bottle secrets up, is it?”

“No.”

“Would you tell me if you have any secrets?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any secrets, Lucy?”

“Yes.”

Her blush deepened, and I was pretty sure I knew what those secrets were.

“Do you have secrets you won’t tell me?”

“Yes.”

“But it’s dangerous to have secrets, isn’t it?”

I wasn’t sure how safe these slight rephrasings were – dangerous, after all, is not the same as “not healthy” – but my sister still had Escort her top on, and so worst-case scenario, today would be a shorter session. There was a noticeable hesitation before she responded, and I made a mental note not to push the rephrasing too far.

“…yes.”

“Who do you trust most in the world?”

“You.”

“You should tell secrets to people you trust, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to bottle your secrets up?”

“No.”

“So you should tell someone, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And it makes sense to tell me, the person you trust most in the world…doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“So Lucy…will you tell me your secrets?”

“No.”

Damn it. My sister was a tough egg to crack. It was a constant struggle to refrain from just stripping her off and watching her masturbate again, but I had to think of how far I’d come…and how far there was yet to go.

**Session 47:**

“You’ll want me to fuck you, don’t you Lucy?’

Nod. Twitch. Shudder.

“You want to feel my cock inside you, don’t you?”

Nod. Twitch. Shudder.

“Do you play with yourself at night imagining me fucking you?”

Nod. Shudder.

“Are you looking forward to me cumming inside you?”

Nod. Twitch. Shudder.

“What would you say if I asked you to fuck me?”

Twitch. Twitch. Shudder.

“Lucy? What would you say if I asked you to fuck me?”

A series of short pants and moans were my only response, as my sister came, her tits bouncing and her wet cunt clenching repeatedly around my fingers.

Damn it.

**Session 23:**

“Why won’t you tell me your secrets?”

It was a risky question, but we were running out of time: we were almost at half an hour, and if she was going to wake up, this was as good a time as any for it. It just meant that I wouldn’t get to cum on her tits, which – honestly – I was really looking forward to.

There was a long silence, before she answered softly.

“Because I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert.”

I smiled. That was exactly the answer I’d been hoping for.

“Lucy, do you remember when I told you that I needed help jerking off?”

“Yes.”

“I was super embarrassed, but I told you because I trusted you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you think I was a pervert?”

“Well…no, not really.”

“I took a risk, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“I took a risk because I trusted you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you trust me not to judge you?”

“…yes.”

“It’s not healthy to bottle up secrets, is it Lucy?”

“No.”

“And who do you trust most in the world?”

“You.”

“Who should you tell secrets to, Lucy?”

“To…to someone I trust.”

“So if you were going to tell someone a secret, who would it be?”

“…you.”

“And you don’t want to keep your secret to just yourself, do you?”

“No.”

I paused, and took a deep breath.

“What’s your secret, Lucy?”

“I…”

I could definitely have danced around this a bit more, but I was eager to push forward. If I could get her to answer this, I’d still have time to jerk off onto her before we had to wrap things up.

“What’s your secret, Lucy?”

“I…”

There was a long pause, and her eyes fluttered slightly. I tried to arrange my face into an innocent expression, in case she woke up, but after several seconds of silence, my sister’s answer arrived in her familiar monotone.

“…I think you’re sexy.”

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