My Mom Never Dates Anyone?

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My parents divorced when I was ten years old. My Dad was a construction worker and my Mom was a nurse. They grew apart after my Dad’s drinking and smoking increased. My Dad is a big strong guy who drank all day and night. He must of averaged 18 beers a day. My Mom was never a big partier and never smoked. She was very cute and petite. She is 5’2″ and about 110lbs soaking wet.

After they divorced it was back and forth from Dad’s to Mom’s place. Depending on Mom’s shifts at the hospital. By the time I was 15, I lived with my Mom full time. I saw my Dad on weekends but got tired of seeing him wasted all the time. I had more fun with my Mom. She was outgoing and loved to play sports with me. We played tennis, rode bikes together and did a lot of hiking.

I had a few girlfriends in High School, my Mom never liked any of them. I began junior college close to home and enjoyed it way more than High School. I began dating Tammy, a smoking hot chick from college and she reminded me of my Mom but had way bigger boobs. My Mom liked her a little bit more than my High School honeys but wasn’t to crazy about her.

I’m a good looking 19 year old guy now, with a decent body. I exercise and don’t party much. My Dad spoiled that for me. I felt like I was out of league with Tammy though. She was very sexual and helped me become a great lover, more practice makes you perfect. I not only loved the sex we had but was falling in love with Tammy. Her tight pussy was always on my mind. She loved to get kinky too. We used body oils, vibrators on her, and had long sex sessions for hours and hours.

Things were great between us, I thought. Then she dumped me out of the blue. I later found out she was banging a guy on the football team. I was bummed out and wanted her back. It never happened.

I told my Mom I got dumped and she seemed slightly happy. She consoled me and made it a lot easier to deal with. I spent all my free time hanging out with my cute, sweet, Mom. I paid closer attention to my Mom and she always wanted to do stuff with me. Whatever I suggested for our fun, she was game.

I began to wonder if my Mom had a guy on the side, I didn’t think so. I don’t think she dated anyone after her divorce. I never saw any guys around and she never seemed to be on the phone with any guys ever! Some woman, I guess can just turn off there sexual urges better than guys. Sometimes for years. I was curious and had to ask her when the time was right, if she was seeing anyone.

Then I went for it one day after playing tennis with her. I noticed the guys on the next court checking her out, it seemed to piss her off. She had on a tiny hot skirt that showed her panties when she bent over or hit the ball hard.

“Mom those guys were checking you out back there.” I protested, as we drove home.

“They had wedding rings on, that’s not right.” She spat out.

“Mom have you dated anyone recently?”

“No, I really don’t want to start anything with a guy right now. I get asked out sometimes but haven’t been asked by the right guy yet. Someday it might happen, I’m in no rush to start another bad relationship.”

“I don’t blame you, me neither.” I replied, even more curious about this situation.

I had not been laid in over a month now and was constantly horny. I began to notice my Mom more in a new way. She was very pretty, and had a tight little body. I’m sure that body had not been enjoyed by a man in almost 10 years. I began to check her out more and more.

We were shoe shopping one day at the mall and she noticed me looking at some of the girls ass’s in tight leggings. It seemed to upset her so I cooled it. A few days later Mom was wearing new tight leggings and a sports bra, when I got back from class. She had my complete attention now.

“Hey Mom you going to workout?” I asked casually.

“I was thinking of it. I just bought some new outfits, got to keep up with the times. It seems like everywhere you go, females of all ages dress like this now. What do you think? Does it suit me?”

“It certainly does, you look hot Mom!” I said with enthusiasm. “Your body was made for spandex.”

“Thanks Roy, that makes me feel good you said that.”

She turned around and got me a drink from the fridge. Man her ass looked adorable. My cock began to grow. I wanted to rub her buns and feel the material. She turned around and handed me a water. She saw me adjust my cock in my pants and slightly smiled.

“Here honey, you look thirsty. You wanna do some yoga with me, I have a new yoga video I want to try.”

“Uh sure, let me change I’ll be down in a minute.”

I went upstairs, put on some loose shorts and a tight tee shirt. I wanted to see her in all the yoga positions there was. Fuck this was going to hot. I wanted my Mom, to see me checking her out. I wanted to let her know, I was hot for her, without freaking her out.

I entered the room as she was putting the DVD in the player.

“Ready Son?” She said as she turned around.

I just Avcılar escort stared for a second, being bold and acting shy. Her camel toe was precious and looked so sexy. Her stretch pants were pulled up tight, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I acted nervous and I was. I really wanted her to know that I was horny for her now, more than ever. Her breasts looked amazing and the nips were protruding a bit. They were hard, just like my cock.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Stand here next to me and see if you can do this, I bet you will be great at it.”

I tried my best to keep up with the video and did Ok. My Mom was actually pretty flexible and did very well. I was impressed. I was also very impressed with her sexy hot body. I was watching her most of the time and Mom kept smiling at me as if she approved my stare.

After about a half hour of this I was getting tired. I stopped and rubbed my sore shoulders. My Mom noticed and offered to help.

“Son sit down for a second and let me rub you out.”

I just wanted to rub one out looking at her sexy little camel toe. I sat down and she got behind me. Then she began to rub my shoulders and it was erotic for me. She stopped the massage to soon.

“Is that better honey?” She asked into my ear.

“Thanks Mom, that felt great. Now it’s your turn.”

“Ok, if you insist.”

I stood up and let her sit in the chair. I got behind her and began to rub her shoulders. I was looking down her top and her nips were hard. Her breasts looked so fucking hot. I wanted to slide my hands all over her sports bra and make her feel sexy. I was getting bolder as I rubbed her body. I wanted more.

“Mom, why don’t you lay down on your yoga matt and let do this right.”

“You don’t have to honey, that was good enough.”

“No really, your tense and it will help.” I protested

“Ok, Dr. Roy.” She joked.

Then she stood up and laid face down on the matt. I sat on her butt and kept most of the weight on my knees so she would feel comfortable. I began to rub her shoulders again. I worked my way down her back, just above her sweet little butt. I rubbed and massaged her lower back and she moaned a little. My cock was hard as a rock. I was hoping she could feel the hardness she created.

“Oh honey that feels great, keep going.”

“I’d love to Mom, you need this!”

I did everything I could think of, to her back. Then I slid back off her slippery leggings and began to massage her leg. I started on her right calf and she spread her legs for better access. I was looking right at her tiny camel toe from behind. My cock was on fire. I was having too much fun and made a bold statement.

“Mom this is sort of hot.”

“What do you mean, should we turn on the air?”

“No I mean, hot like sexy.”

“Oh your sweet honey, I don’t feel that sexy.”

I worked my way up to the back of her thigh and worked the muscles of her precious legs.

“You are sexy, trust me.”

“Thank you sweetie, your to kind.”

I had to let her know I was feeling super horny and I did. I let her feel my hard cock on the back of her leg and kept massaging. I got to the top of her leggings and lightly brushed by her camel toe. Then went back down. I could hear her breathing through her nose and she spread her legs more. I went back up again and began to rub her ass.

“These feel so nice Mom.”

She didn’t reply so I kept at it, becoming bolder with each stoke. Then I slid my hand down her ass crack and back up. She just kept breathing through her nose a little louder. I was totally surprised she let me keep going. I spread her buns and massaged her leggings and ass crack even more. I went for her pussy and fingered it gently, it was warm and very erotic. I put my face on her ass and rubbed my chin on her buns as I kept at her pussy. Increasing the pressure making her feel great. Then she spoke softly.

“Roy, that was nice, thank you.”

“Mom I only got to one leg, can I do the other?”

“That’s enough for now, I need a shower. You did a great job.”

She began to get up on all fours and I pulled her ass against my cock. I grinded her gently and she felt my big throbbing cock. She pushed back against me and abruptly, teasing me and got up.

“Ok, I will be in the shower. You should take a cold one when I finish.”

She ran to her room and soon the shower was going. I had to see if her panties were wet or not. If they were dry, I was going to back off and if they were wet… I wouldn’t quit till she let me burry my big cock deep in her tiny snatch.

I entered her room and on the bed was her sexy leggings, sports bra and panties. She may have done this on purpose, usually everything goes right in the hamper. I picked up the panties and they were soaked. I smelled the light aroma of my Mom’s wetness. I tasted and licked them clean. It was one of the most erotic things of my life. I didn’t care if I got caught. I almost wanted to. I was Avcılar escort Bayan one horny bastard. Then I picked up her leggings and looked inside the crotch area. They were also wet, the panties could not contain all her moisture. I smelled them and tasted them to.

I left the room and went to my room. I was so proud of myself, I got my Mom soaking wet. She really did love my massage. I couldn’t believe she let me play her spandex covered pussy. I think she might, have the hot’s for me. I sure had it bad for her. Especially after tasting her fresh love juice, I wanted to eat her and love her with all the passion I was feeling. I was about to grab some lotion and beat off in a hurry, then I decided not to. I wanted to keep my cock as hard as possible, to make her take notice of my manhood.

I heard Mom shut the shower off. I went to my bathroom and took a shower and shaved my cock for her. My cock always looks bigger when I shave it and it looked bigger than ever now. I dried of my body and got an idea as I got dressed. I dressed up nice, like we were going on a date and went downstairs. Mom was still in her room doing something. She came down wearing a sexy dress and nice shoes. Her hair looked great and she was wearing more make up than usual.

“Wow Mom, once again, you look smoking hot.”

“Good your dressed up, I wanted to go out for dinner tonight and wanted you to dress nice. You read my mind.”

“Well Mom, you haven’t been on a date in a long time and I think we both could use some practice.”

“It has been a long time, that sounds wonderful son. I’ll be ready to go soon, are you ready?”

“I sure am, this will be fun, don’t you think?”

I stood there with a tent in my pants on display for her. She briefly looked at my bulge and blushed.

“Yes, this will be fun to try, our first little date night.”

She went back to her room to finish getting ready. I flossed and brushed my teeth and rinsed good. I fixed my hair up to look a little more mature. I was feeling confident and ready to dazzle my gorgeous sexy Mom. She came downstairs and looked so tantalizing. She had on a nice necklace, earrings and a beautiful smile.

“Mom, I’ve never seen you look better!”

“Thank you sweetie, you look very handsome to.”

We took off for dinner and I drove her car. I loved treating her like a woman. I was only to glad to open her door and escort her inside. We were seated in a nice secluded spot with lot’s of privacy. Mom ordered wine and I went for an ice tea. I was hoping she would drink a few glasses of wine to break down her morals. Mine were gone, I wanted to fuck my Mom, like there was no tomorrow. We sat close together and had a wonderful meal. She was looking at me with lustful eyes. She had three glasses of wine and I was glad. She was acting more flirty and being very playful, I was having the time of my life. I put my arm around her a few times briefly and she warmed right up to me.

We talked about my classes and light stuff. I wanted to talk about the butt massage but kept that to myself for a awhile. We had a great time and I asked her if she would like to walk by the lake or go see a movie after dinner.

“Roy, I think a walk around the lake would be more romantic… I mean more enjoyable.”

The wine was taking effect and I was getting very turned on, by her slip up.

“That does sound nice Mom, I’m ready when you are.”

I flagged the waiter down and paid for our romantic dinner. I walked her out holding her hand and helped her into the car. We drove towards the lake which was close by. She held onto my hand the entire ride. When we arrived at the man made lake, I helped out of the car. We held our hands together as we walked around the lake. She was coming out of her shell and I was enjoying every moment. It was past sundown and the sky had a beautiful pink hue. There wasn’t anyone close by and I didn’t care anyways. It was getting very steamy between us.

I stopped her and turned to faced her. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Mom you are the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.”

“You can’t be serious.” she said blushing.

“Honest to god Mom, I love you, you are… You are the only woman I really desire.”

Then I kissed her on the lips, she accepted my kiss and kissed me back for the first time in a romantic way. We started making out for real. I put my hands right above her ass and pulled her in close. I pressed my raging hard-on into her lower stomach for her to enjoy. She put her hands on my butt and kissed me with so much passion, I thought I had just made it to heaven. I swirled around behind her for a second, and kissed her ear and massaged the sides of her hard breasts.

“Oh honey, oh honey.”

She panted as I lightly kissed her ear and slid my hand down the front of her dress. I gently played around the top of her panties. Then I spun back around face to face and we made out more. The sexual tension between Escort Beylikdüzü us was off the charts. She reached for my aching cock for the first time. I backed up a tiny bit giving her better access to enjoy my bulge.

“Mom l want to take you home and continue this OK?”

“Sure honey, I’m ready.”

We made our way to the car and we flew home. She had me going nuts. She was playing with my cock all the way home. When we got there she kissed me and excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she got out, I approached her without loosing eye contact, I picked her up in my arms, and carried her to the master bedroom and laid her down. I kicked off my shoes and removed my dress shirt, undid my belt and slowly dropped my pants. I crawled up to her like a lion in heat.

I laid down on her and began to passionately kiss her soft lips again. She spread her legs for me and I slid my cock against her pantie covered cunt. I grinded her like this for a few minutes making her horny and wild.

“Oh son, I want your big cock. I’ve been waiting forever.”

I backed up and slid her dress up her body, and off it came. Exposing the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, she looked as good as any Victoria Secret model. She sat up and I reached for the clasp and removed her sexy bra. He breasts were perfect, I was amazed and went for them as a man this time. I kissed and sucked her hard nipples. Her breathing was loud and clear. I went at them for a few minutes enjoying the new sensation between us. Then I backed up and grabbed the sides of her sexy panties. This was it, there was no turning back for either one of us. We were out of control with lust. I pulled them down slowly exposing the sweetest little shaved pussy in the world.

“Oh Mom, this is so intense. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

With her panties off now, I slid my hands up to my Mom’s wet pussy. I slowly began to massage her wet cunt with my fingers. We kissed again for a minute then I had to burry my face in her snatch. I parted the wet lips of her pussy and began lick her gently, letting her get use to this sensation again. She was getting wetter by the second. I found her clit and teased it with my tongue. She was breathing harder than ever now. She loved my oral skills and pushed her pussy into my face. I pressed harder on her clit and made her squeal with delight. I just made my Mom cum, I thought. This was crazy, nasty hot fucking sex. Mom was going wild, and I was wild for her.

She pushed me back to catch her breath and stop her trembling. I slid up to her with her delicious love juice on my face. I licked my lips and kissed her again. I loved her cum, it was very erotic and sensual. She slid out from underneath me and went for my aching cock. It was slick with pre-cum and her juices as well. She opened wide and sucked on the head, it was fucking crazy hot, watching my proper Mom suck my cock with so much lust. I had to stop her and settle down before I blew my load. I wanted to penetrate that

innocent tight pussy of hers and ride her from here to eternity.

I laid her back on the bed again and slid my cock up and down her wet snatch. Getting my cock nice and wet with her love juices. She was panting and going crazy. She spread her legs wide to accept all of me. I lined up my throbbing cock to her sweet vagina and her lips opened up for me.

“Oh honey, I love you so much, I want to feel your cum inside me for the first time. Make love to me baby, I’ve waited so long for this.”

I had her now and I was going to make her mine. I pushed the head of my cock into her tight wet pussy. It felt amazing and sexy as hell. Sexy and nasty as anything on earth. She took more and more in, with each gentle thrust. Her cunt was the tightest I’ve ever had. It wasn’t easy getting it in at first. If I wasn’t so hard, it might not have went in. But, it did, deeper and deeper I plunged, picking up speed and she started coming again. Soon I was all the way in and began to give it to her good. Mom was coming like crazy and rubbing her nipples. She was making me insane. I knew that I couldn’t take to much more of this and felt my first orgasm building up inside. Mom and I were fucking like wild animals and she was screaming out loud.

“Oh, oh, oh baby.” she kept saying.

That was it, I started to cum like crazy. My body shook and I was soon shooting load after load into Mom’s pussy. I never, ever came like this before. It was the strongest orgasm of my life. It went on and on, I was hoping it would never end. Eventually my orgasm slowed down and I fell on my hot sweaty mother. She embraced me with all her love. She squeezed her pussy muscles tight on me and my cock slid out.

“Oh honey, you are the best lover in the world. I can’t believe what you just did for me. I came and came like never before. I had rolling orgasms that wouldn’t stop. I loved the way you made love to me son. It was worth the wait. I’ve been secretly wanting you for years. I thought those incestuous feelings would eventually go away but they got stronger as you matured. Son I want your love all the time, your are so loving and sexy, don’t ever leave Mommy Ok? You can have me all you want, I need to make up for years and years of holding back my urges. God you are sensational, will you want me forever?”

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My Mother-in-law, Jennifer Ch. 02

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Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 01:

Tainted by the stories of horrible, obese, mean, and domineering mothers-in-law, Jennifer wasn’t anything like what I thought she’d be. She was as beautiful as she was shapely and sexy. Even more than just her good looks and her great body, my wife’s mother was fun and funny. She was good company to be around when my wife was working.

She had a great sense of humor. Quick witted, compared to her daughter, Heather, my new bride was dull, uninteresting, and unimaginative except when it came to sex. Her mother always got the joke and laughed long before her daughter did.

“I don’t get it,” Heather would often say and when she did have that confused look on her face, her mother and I would laugh.

Then, by the time we finished explaining the joke, it was no longer a joke but a tedious explanation. With us always on the same page, we enjoyed teasing one another and teasing Heather at her daughter’s expense. With Heather so serious, too serious, especially when it came to her job and even sex, her mother and I were always laughing.

Every time Heather walked in the kitchen, we were laughing as if we had just finished telling a joke. The whole time we were together we were laughing while Heather stared down at her phone texting. When Heather went to bed because she had an early morning shift, we’d stay up late to watch a movie while talking, laughing, and drinking wine.

A big thing for me, something that Heather didn’t enjoy doing, Jennifer loved playing games. Whether card games, board games, bowling, shooting pool, playing darts, pinball, or miniature golf, Jennifer was up for the challenge. Always wanting to win, she was as competitive as I was.

I loved playing games with my wife’s mother. I only wished she’d play strip poker, strip pool, or strip darts. Yet, not wanting to shock her, pressure her, insult her, and/or embarrass her, I didn’t have the nerve to ask her to strip off her clothes while playing a game. Yet, if she drank enough wine, I always wondered if she would undress after losing a game. A win/win for me, if I lost playing strip anything, I’d have no compunction about stripping naked in front of my mother-in-law.

Suffice to say, as if she was giving me a slow, striptease, I’d love to watch my mother-in-law remove her clothes. I’d love to see Jennifer naked. I’d love for my wife’s mother to see me naked too. Since we were always alone together, perhaps, if we were both naked while drinking and playing a game, we’d have a better chance of having sex.

With me always incorrigibly horny, whenever I played a board game with Jennifer, whether it was Scrabble, Monopoly, Backgammon, chess, or Rummikub, I’d sit on the floor in front of her while she sat on the edge of the couch. My ulterior motive, when she leaned forward and lean over the coffee table to make her move, she continually gave me a down-blouse view of her cleavage and bra. She seldom wore pants and always wore a revealing short, sexy skirt. Much like her daughter, she had long, shapely legs, legs that I imagined sliding a slow hand up between them while parting them.

Every time she moved, I’d look up expecting to see something forbidden. Every time she slowly and seductively crossed and uncrossed her legs, whether it was accidentally, unintentionally, or deliberately, she’d flash me all that I had hoped to see of her between her legs. Every time she moved, as if she was my version of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, instead of flashing me her naked pussy, she’d flash me her white panties.

Careful not to allow her to catch me looking, staring, and ogling her panty clad cunt, I didn’t want to make her feel awkwardly uncomfortable for her to stop flashing me her panties. With me having somewhat of a panty fetish, I loved seeing her panties. Whether it was seeing her panties, her cleavage, and/or her bra, I love seeing what I shouldn’t be seeing of my MILF of a mother-in-law. Obviously, with her intent on playing the game, she had no idea that I could see all that she was carelessly showing.

She involuntarily parted her knees to lean forward to make her next game move. My discomfort of sitting on the floor instead of on a chair was well worth it when rewarded with continual, up-skirt peeks of my mother-in-law’s, white, bikini panties. I loved seeing flashes of her panties. I loved seeing her panty clad cunt as much as I love seeing her long line of cleavage and her low-cut bra.

‘Peek-a-boo,’ I thought whenever seeing something of her that I shouldn’t see. ‘Peek-a-boo.’

Even when her knees were cemented tightly together, with her skirt so short, even shorter when she was sitting, and her thighs so shapely thin, I could still see a triangular patch of her panties over her shapely thighs. Obviously, having a fetish for panties and giving me something to masturbate over later, I loved seeing flashes of my mother-in-law’s bright, white panties. I loved seeing her pussy mound, her pussy slit, her camel Beylikdüzü Zenci Escort toe, and the stray blonde, pubic hairs that peeked out from the sides of her panties.

I constantly masturbated over imagining my mother-in-law in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked while having sex with her. In the way that I imagined fingering her through her panties, I imagined licking her through her panties. While lovingly and romantically kissing her, I imagined pushing her panties aside with my long, stiff finger to finger her warm, wet pussy. While kissing her, I imagined rubbing her clit and fingerfucking her pussy. While kissing her, I imagined masturbating my MILF of a mother-in-law while imagining my wife’s mother masturbating me.

‘Wow. If only she would, I would too,’ I thought. ‘As much as I’d love to masturbate my mother-in-law, I’d love my wife’s mother to masturbate me too.’

Then, something I yearned to do, I imagined removing her panties to eat her before making love to her and fucking her. In the way that I gave Heather multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, I imagined giving Jennifer multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Suffice to admit, I was falling in love with Heather’s mother. Suffice to admit, I wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law. I wanted to make her and watch her cum. I wanted to make her my sexy bitch.

In the way that I constantly masturbated whenever seeing my mother-in-law’s panties, I continually masturbated over seeing my mother-in-law’s long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bra. As much as I loved her panty clad pussy, I loved her big tits. While humping her big breasts, I’d love to stick my cock between her shapely breasts while she leaned down to lick, kiss, and suck the head of my cock. As much as I’d love to cum in my mother-in-law’s mouth, while imagining my cum dripping from her nipples, I’d love to cum all over her big tits.

Whenever she leaned forward to reach across the game board, she rewarded me with constant down-blouse views of her cleavage and her sexy, low-cut bra. Whenever she wore a low-cut blouse and leaned low enough and long enough, I could not only clearly see the size and shape of her big breasts but also, I could clearly see her areolas and nipples too. Suffice to say, a voyeuristic and exhibitionistic, sexually salacious and seductive experience seeing all that I should never see of her, I loved playing board games with my MILF of a mother-in-law, Jennifer.

I imagined feeling her big breasts through her blouse and bra while kissing her. I imagined fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra while making out with her. I imagined unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her big breasts through her sexy, low-cut brassiere. I imagined unhooking her front snapping bra and feeling her naked tits while fingering her erect nipples. I loved my mother-in-law’s tits. I couldn’t wait to see them, touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.

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Something else we had in common, her mother was a serious movie buff. She had an entire library of movies in her head from the 1930’s to the present. She knew all the old actors and actresses and, as if she was a movie critic, she was quick to interject lines of remembered dialogue from old movies in our conversations.

Hard to believe but Heather’s mother was my dream woman. Instead of marrying my mother-in-law’s daughter, I should have married my wife’s mother. I should have married Jennifer instead of Heather. Clearly obviously to me now, without a doubt, she’s the woman I should have married.

Not only did she love playing games and watching movies, she loved watching NFL football and baseball games too. As far as Jennifer was concerned, I couldn’t have enough televisions, the bigger the screen the better. As far as Jennifer was concerned, one TV for every room and three in the downstairs game room, I couldn’t buy enough TV’s. Not into sports except for ice skating and ballroom dancing, Heather hated football as much as she hated baseball. Moreover, too busy nursing when she wasn’t having sex, she seldom watched TV. Whatever she needed to see, she watched on her phone.

Where Heather was serious about her career and her profession, her mother was content staying home, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. It seemed like a good tradeoff. I supplied her with a roof over her head and a small salary, and in exchange, we had a cook, a cleaner, and a laundress. As much as she was Heather’s mother, in the way that she took care of my domestic needs, she seemingly was my mother too. Only, something so very forbidden, I wanted to have sex with my wife’s mother.

With Jennifer loving children and always wishing she could have had more children, it wasn’t long before I wanted to give my mother-in-law a grandchild. Then, after finding out that Heather didn’t want children, something so impossibly forbidden, I wanted to give my mother-in-law a baby. Beylikdüzü Manken Escort Yet, what was I thinking? Did I dare impregnate my wife’s mother while still married to her daughter? That’s something that poor, white, trash and ignorant people living in a trailer park do, or people who are invited on Jerry Springer have done.

“My only regret,” confessed Jennifer after having a couple glasses of wine and falling silent with a long pause.

I stared at her while waiting for her to speak. She was so pretty. She was so sexy. She had such big tits. Suddenly, when she looked up and nearly caught me staring at her blouse and bra clad breasts, she looked so sad and had tears in her eyes.

“What? What is it? What’s your only regret,” I asked while touching her hand?

She smiled at me and right then and right there, I wished she was my wife instead of my mother-in-law. I so wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. I so wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. I so wanted to make out with her. I so wanted to touch and feel her everywhere through her clothes where I touch and feel her daughter through her clothes while kissing her. I so wanted to strip her naked and have forbidden sex with her.

“My only regret was not having more children. I would have loved giving my daughter a brother or a sister. I would have loved to have had another baby. When I had Heather, I was too young and too poor to enjoy the experience of motherhood. Unmarried, I didn’t even have a husband to help me.”

I watched a tear slide down her cheek in the way that I imagined my cum sliding down her cheek after giving my mother-in-law a cum bath. Having Heather when she was 18-years-old, 22-years later, her mother was 40-years-old. With me 9-years older than Heather, Jennifer was 9-years older than me. Yet, the maturity of a 40-year-old woman was more compatible with a 31-year-old man than the immaturity of a 22-year-old woman. Not having to explain every little nuance to Jennifer, there were things that her mother understood about me and about living that Heather didn’t and never would understand.

After living with the two women, the contrast between the two was blatantly obvious. It didn’t take me long to realize that I didn’t love Heather in the way that I thought I did. It didn’t take me long to realize that I was in love with her mother, my mother-in-law, in the way I never suspected I would. It didn’t take me long to realize that I married the wrong woman. Now what? What do I do now? Even though Heather gives me plenty of sex, too much sex, I’m stuck in a loveless marriage.

# # #

Confused about my relationship with my wife and the sexual relationship I wanted to have with my mother-in-law, sad to say but I wished I had never married my wife. Yet, had I not married Heather, I never would have met her mother. Had I not married Heather and intimately gotten to know her, and after having lived with Jennifer, I wouldn’t have been able to compare my wife to her mother. I never would have realized that the woman that I thought that I wanted to marry wasn’t the woman that I really wanted to marry. Had I not married Heather, I never would have fallen in love with her mother.

With all the things we had in common, and with all the fun times we had, Jennifer was the woman I wanted. Not wanting to hurt Heather, nonetheless preoccupied with her mother, I had thoughts of Jennifer filling my head. Always thinking about my mother-in-law morning, noon, and night, even when having sex with my wife, I no longer thought of my wife. Instead, I thought of her mother. Instead of wanting my wife, I wanted her mother.

‘What’s wrong with me to not want a 22-year-old beauty? What’s wrong with me for lusting over a 40-year-old woman,’ I thought. ‘What’s wrong with me for sexually lusting over a woman that I can’t have? What’s wrong with me for falling in love with my wife’s mother and falling out of love with my wife?’

Even when having sex with Heather, I was only there in body and not there in mind and spirit. Even when we were having sex, I imagined having sex with her mother. So that Heather wouldn’t know that I no longer wanted to have sex with her, I pretended that she was her mother. Sad but despicably true, I pretended that I was having sex with Jennifer instead of with Heather.

While fingering, licking, and making love to Heather, I imagined fingering, licking, and making love to Jennifer. While fucking Heather, I imagined fucking Jennifer. While Heather stroked me, sucked me, and made love to me before fucking me, I imagined Jennifer stroking me, sucking me, and making love to me before fucking me. The imagined, sexual image of Jennifer was not only always in my head but also the imagined, sexual image of Jennifer was always in my bed.

“I love you, Jennifer.”

# # #

Wishing that I could write her a romantic, love poem or a romantic, love song, Jennifer made me wish that I was a poet, a Beylikdüzü Çıtır Escort writer, or a songwriter. She made me wish I could creatively and articulately express my thoughts of love and passion for her. She made me wish I could explain how I truly felt about her in a love letter. Yet, never good with writing words on paper, I was never good with writing my thoughts. I was better with showing my love. Besides my head was filled and my thoughts were jumbled with Jennifer’s daughter as much as it was filled with Heather’s mother.

It was then that I thought of hiring a writer to write a custom and personalized, erotic, love story about me with my wife’s mother being sexually intimate with one another. I enjoyed reading, Kim of ILookLikeJailBait and I knew that she wrote custom, personalized stories for fans for a small fee. Perhaps, she could write a love story about me having passionate sex with my mother-in-law. Perhaps, that story would unload my mind of all the forbidden, sexual feelings that I felt for my wife’s mother.

Then, daring myself to do so, not having the nerve to tell her how I felt, once the story was written, and after I printed it out, I’d leave the story somewhere I knew Jennifer would find it and read it. Without my wife ever knowing that I was in love with her mother, having my mother-in-law read my story would put the ball in her court. By having her find and read my story, I’d allow her to discover my true feelings about her.

Then, once she knew how I secretly felt about her, leaving it all up to her, it would be up to her if she wanted to begin a forbidden, sexual relationship with me, her son-in-law. It would be up to her if she wanted to kiss me and allow me to touch, feel, and have sex with her. It would be up to her if she wanted me to lick her while fingering her. It would be up to her if she wanted to stroke me while sucking me.

A long shot but worth the effort, it would be up to her if she wanted me to strip her naked and make love to her beautiful body. It would be up to her if she wanted me to fuck her. It would be up to her if she wanted us to continue our forbidden, sexual relationship behind Heather’s back. What did I have to lose? All she could say was either yes or no.

That was my plan. A good plan but I was nervous about implementing it. There were lots of things that could go wrong with such a devious plan. What if Heather found the story? She could find the story first before her mother had a chance to read it. After Jennifer found my story and read my story, what if her mother told her daughter about the story I wrote? Chances are her mother would betray me before she’d betray her daughter.

Busted, after coming clean, what would I say in my defense then? Yet, even if she discovered my love for her mother, it would be better that she knew my true feelings now than later. Now that I no longer wanted Heather, the last thing that I wanted to do was to have a baby with her. For sure, as long as she’s still able to have children, I’d much rather have a baby with Jennifer. Oddly bizarre, with her mother my prize, I’d much rather be Heather’s stepfather than her husband.

Yet, what if my wife discovered my forbidden plan to sexually seduce her mother? Clearly, it would be as much my fault for writing my mother-in-law an explicitly sexual, love letter as it was my wife’s fault for leaving me alone with her mother day after day and night after night. What was she thinking leaving me alone with a woman who looked like her mother? Did my wife want me to fall in love with her mother so that she could return to her lesbian ways and perhaps, even her lesbian lover, Samantha?

Was that it? Was that her plan? In the way that I no longer loved my wife, perhaps Heather never loved me but loved her lesbian lover instead. Perhaps, in the way that I yearned to have a sexual relationship with Jennifer, perhaps, Heather never ended her lesbian affair with Samantha. Perhaps, in the way that I no longer wanted to be with her, she no longer wanted to be with me. With them working side-by-side at the hospital every day in the way that I’m home alone with her mother every day, perhaps, in the way that I wanted to be with her mother, she wanted to be with her lesbian lover.

It was as much her fault as it was my fault for marrying too fast without knowing one another better. Had I known she didn’t want children, I may have thought twice about marrying her. Had I known she didn’t like dogs and had two cats, a real deal breaker, that could have torpedoed our relationship. Had I known she didn’t have the sense of humor her mother had, wasn’t a movie buff, didn’t enjoy playing games, and didn’t follow football and/or baseball, I may not have married her. Had I known she wanted her mother to live with us, that may have been too much to ask.

Putting my plan in action, I contacted Kim of ILookLikeJailBait and gave her a description of the characters along with a brief scenario of plot. Within a couple of weeks, she wrote me one Hell of a love story for much less than I’d spend on a movie and dinner. In the story, I had Kim write every sexual thing that I’d love to do with my mother-in-law and every sexual thing that I’d love her mother to do to me. Below are some excerpts from my love story that I had professionally written by Kim of ILookLikeJailBait.

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It is a few days after Valentine’s Day, and we have been waiting to get together. Holidays are busy times, making it harder to get away from families, but somehow we have managed to find an evening we can spend together. I am waiting at the hotel where we sometimes meet. I have everything arranged, and I am passing the time until you arrive. As usual you are late, but I am unconcerned. I have a glass of wine while I wait. Soothing music plays in the background. Several candles on the dresser provide the only light.

I rise to open the door in response to your knock. As I open it, you glance behind me and see the candles. You start to speak, but I raise a finger to my lips indicating that you shold not. Without saying a word, you step into the room. I step behind you to remove your coat and hang it in the closet.

You look around the room, but there is little to see except the usual furnishing plus the candles and wine. You turn to face me, and I reach out, taking both of your hands in mine. Our eyes meet, and I see in yours a look of uncertainty. I see that you are about to ask a question, and again I motion for you not to speak. You have a puzzled look on your face as I pull you toward me. Our bodies meet and I feel your warmth pressed against my body.

At first, we simply hug, enjoying the closeness, the warmth, the comfortable feeling of being wrapped in one another’s arms. You kiss along my cheek, searching for my mouth. Our lips meet and press together in a greeting that serves in the place of our unspoken words. Our kiss progresses from tentative greeting to a luscious, passionate kiss of the sort that makes one’s toes curl and one’s sexual organs tingle. Our tonges meet, twist and tangle together as we renew our shared passion. Our infrequent meetings are not sufficient to fulfill our need to be together, and the assorted forms of e-contact only enhance, rather than diminish, our desires.

I inhale the smells that belong only to you–your hair, your neck, your skin, your breath. They are the essence of you. They are what I try so desperately to recall when we are apart. Now you are here with me and I fill my brain with details of your essence in the hope that it will store the information away for later use. Likewise, my hands roam over your body, refamiliarizing themselves with your form, stroking every curve and crevice, reloading my memory banks for those times when we are apart. I feel the swell of your full breasts pressed against my chest, your pelvis pressed firm against mine. We fit well together.

Without breaking our kiss, we slowly waltz around the room. We move as one as we slowly sweep from one end of our space to the other. Your eyes are closed and your body is relaxed in my arms. Your head rests comfortably against my shoulder. You follow my lead and I sense that you have surrendered yourself to your desires, that your needs are as great as mine, that your passion will match, or even surpass, mine as we move through the evening.

I waltz you toward the bathroom, stopping before the door. When I stop, you open your eyes. You note the lighted candles surrounding the filled tub with a twinkle in your eye. You again look at me with questioning eyes, but I do not speak. Instead I begin unbuttoning your blouse, allowing my fingers to slowly slide across your voluptuous breasts as I do so. I remove your blouse, tossing it on a chair. I spin you around Beylikdüzü Yabancı Escort so your back is toward me. I kiss your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine. I unfasten your bra and toss it aside, freeing your lovely breasts. I notice you are watching yourself in the mirror as I undress you. I kneel behind you and unzip your skirt, tugging it down over your hips until it puddles on the floor.

You have lifted your hands to your breasts and you are massaging them as your eyes follow your actions in the mirror. I watch for a moment as you squeeze them together, manipulating your nipples between your fingertips. I move around in front of you and kneel before you so I will not block your mirror view. I move my hands up between your thighs, stroking the silken skin there, nuzzling my fingers against your panty-covered pussy. I feel the warmth emanating from within as I rub along your damp panties with the sides of my fingers. I turn back to the task at hand, slowly sliding off your thigh high stockings, allowing my fingers to gently caress your legs from top to bottom as I do so.

When I look back up, I see that one of your hands is between your legs, stroking your pussy through your panties. Your other hand caresses your breasts as your eyes remain fixed on your reflection in the mirror. I grasp your panties and slowly slide them down your legs. Your fingers seek out your now exposed pussy, stroking along its length, smearing your juices on the flaring lips and up onto your clit.

As I kneel before you, my eyes are only inches from your gorgeous cunt. I can feel the warmth of you on my lips, and my nostrils are filled with the scent of your mounting passion. I watch your fingers stroke up and down, searching out sensitive points, gliding across sensitive skin, caressing every crevice. Teasingly you spread your engorged lips giving me a quick glance of the crimson bliss hidden within, and then you move on, turning your attention to your clit. You stroke it gently along the sides, causing its tip to first peek and then hide within its hood. You begin to move your hips, pressing your lower body against your fingertips. Your eyes observe your mirrored reactions.

Your fingertips slide down between your cunt lips that are now swollen with need. You stroke along the lips gently, and your hips thrust forward in an invitation to explore your inner recesses. Your fingers accept the invitation as they begin searching for the hidden crimson passage that awiats them. You are wetter now, your juices seeping from within, coating your upper thighs with a fine, glistening sheen.

The hand that has been at your breasts moves down to begin stroking your swollen clit. One of your fingers dips inside your pussy, rotating around its interior, caressing every surface. A quiver shakes your body as your probing becomes more animated. Soon two fingers are buried inside you to the knuckles as the fingers of your other hand swirl your clit in a mounting maelstrom of sensations. Your hips thrust forward more rapidly as you move toward climax. The aroma of your aroused pussy assaults my nostrils and diffuses throughout the room, filling it with your scent.

My eyes are focused on your pussy as your climax jolts through your body like an electrical charge. Your hips quiver with release as your fingers continue their probing. You moan loudly, Beylikdüzü Yaşlı Escort making it clear that you are cumming, cumming hard, with both of us watching your every tremor. I become aware of the squishy sounds produced by your finger fucking as your juices flow from you, squeezed out as your pussy convulses around your fingers. I rise, wrapping my arms around you to keep your weakened knees from tumbling you to the floor. You wrap your arms around me, clinging tightly to me, as the final tremors of your orgasm sweep through your body.

We remain that way for several minutes, locked in each other’s arms, unwilling to move and end the moment. Eventually, I step back and look at you. Your skin is suffused with blood coloring it a deep pink. Your breasts are red from the sometimes too vigorous manipulations of your hands. The lips of your pussy are slightly flared and a trickle of juices seeps from your crimson recesses and flows onto your thighs as I watch. I take your hand and lead you toward the tub.

The water I drew earlier is still warm, but I add hot water as you slide down until your body is stretched full length in the enveloping warmth. Your full breasts float at the surface, and the dark ringlets of your hair dip into the warm pool. The flickering light from the candles plays across your face revealing the satisfied smile and twinkling of your eyes. I leave you to soak, as I return to the room. Your eyes question my departure, but still you do not speak.

I return with a pile of papers, photocopies of poems I have selected just for this occasion. I sit, leaning against the wall at the foot of the tub, as I sort through the stack. Finding the proper piece, I begin to read. I read poems by Frost and Shapespeare, Sandburg and Dickinson, Marlowe and Lawrence. Their words echo eerily from the tiled walls, illuminated by the subdued light of the flickering candles. The words surround us, wrap their sounds around us like tentacles, draw us in like fish caught in a net. We are pulled together, enveloped by the words, their meaning, and the images they inspire. Our world, for the moment, is this small room filled with the words of others, shared by us in a moment of intimacy that will forever inhabit our memories.

When I have read all the poems, I set the papers aside. I hear your breathing, irregular and rapid, and I know that the poems, the place, the sharing have had the same impact on you as on me. I lean over and kiss you, delivering a promise of things yet to come. I run more hot water in your tub before I step out, closing the door behind me.

I fold down the covers on the bed, exposing the gleaming white sheets where the next act is to unfold. I retrieve a bag from the closet where it has been waiting for this moment. I pull from it a handful of rose petals, each deep red and fragrant, freshly plucked from its thorny stem. I sprinkle them liberally across the bed, transforming it into an aromatic country bower ready for our love-making.

I knock, then rejoin you. You are still lounging in your hot, comfortable tub. I extend my hand and you take it, rising up like Aphrodite from the surf. Your wet skin twinkles in the candlelight, adding a surreal touch to the moment. You step from the tub, and beads of water flow down your body as I towel you off, drying you gently, paying special attention to sensitive spots that Beylikdüzü Yeni Escort I know need to be touched.

I lead you to the bed, white bespeckled with red, its aroma spreading throughout the room. I motion for you to climb in, and you are soon on your back in the middle of the bed. Again you cast a questioning glance in my direction, but I say nothing. I join you on the bed, kneeling beside you, looking over your luscious body from your wet curly hair to the tips of your toes. Your legs are pressed together, but I can tell that you are relaxed, ready for our Valentine’s adventure to continue.

I lean forward and give you a reassuring kiss. You close your eyes as I kiss your cheeks, your ears, your chin, your neck as I move ever so slowly downward. I kiss your shoulders, your breasts–lots of kisses for your breasts–your nipples, your sensitive stomach, your trimmed pussy hair. I move down between your legs which you willing spread apart allowing me unfettered access. I lean forward, planting a kiss on your clit. Your body quivers, ever so slightly.

I settle between your legs, focusing my full attention on your waiting pussy. I stroke it with my tongue, flitting it from side to side, toying with the lips, teasing my way up and down its full length. I surprise your clit with a quick series of flicks that cause it to swell and cast aside its cloak, baring itself to my further attentions. I stroke it lovingly with my tongue, my sensitive skin gliding across yours, around and around, probing here and prodding there, around and around again and again. Your hips begin to wriggle in response, so I know I am hitting your most sensitive spots. I move down, ready to penetrate your waiting pussy with my tongue, but it is not to be.

I feel your hands on my shoulders, pulling me up, up across your chest until my ready cock is lodged at the entrance to your pussy. You reach behind me, grab my ass, and pull my cock up into your cunt. It glides easily inside, its passage lubricated by your eager wetness, and soon I am lodged deep inside you, buried to the hilt, my pelvis pressed frimly against your firm clit.

You begin moving beneath me, and I follow your lead. I thrust into you, slowly at first, then faster and harder. I keep my pelvis pressed against your clit, using it to massage that tender button as my hard cock fills your pussy. I feel your fingers digging into my back as you seek leverage to thrust your lower body against mine, assisting your pulsating pussy to engulf my cock completely with every stroke. Our motions become more rapid as I tenderly kiss your eyes, your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your ears.

We cum together, each swept by a powerful orgasm that has been incubating within us since the last time we were together. It is a wave forged of pent-up emotion, frustration, affection, and promise. The wave sweeps over us, tumbling us together, blending our energies, sweeping us upward, ever upward, until we reach its magnificent, turbulent crest. We hold each other tightly, clinging to the moment as my warm cum shoots inside you, fulling you with my salty juices.

We rock together, unwilling for the moment to end, sweat trickling off of our bodies as our conjoined bodies become one, fused together by overwhelming passion. And then we slide down the back side of the wave, gliding down from the intensity of our mutual climax, gradually able to refocus on the here and now.

We remain locked together as we gather our senses, unwilling, or unable, to move apart. The room is suffused with the sweet smell of the rose petals crushed beneath us and the sexual musk of combined cum and sweat. We fall asleep nestled in one another’s arms.

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day.

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In the days following my morning tryst with Felicity, I had managed to avoid seeing her. I was unsure how she would feel; now I had invaded the sanctity of her marital bed.

“If only Melissa had been up for a full night of passion, I wouldn’t have had the urge to go to Felicity the next morning,” was how I rationalised the matter.

By Saturday morning I had pushed such thoughts from my mind, mainly due to Terri becoming the overwhelming focus. She had returned from her trip up north and I knew she’d be coming to the pub that evening. Sweet, slim Terri. I was now completely over the fact that she had not contacted me while she was away and was really looking forward to seeing her again.

I found it hard to concentrate during our cricket game, which we eventually lost. Afterwards everyone was a little down, but began to perk up as the evening continued in the clubrooms. Both Ness and Wendy turned up separately. Ness went to her boyfriend Finn and seemed to ignore me, which I was not unhappy about. Wendy came to talk in my group.

After others drifted home or to other groups we found ourselves briefly alone.

“Aus; look I’m sorry about the other night,” she said in her upper middle class English accent.

“Yeah, nothing to apologise over Wendy,” I assured her, fondly recalling our brief drunken fondle outside the pub. I recalled the tautness of her breast, the softness of her lips.

“You looked after me and I appreciate that,” she said, reaching forward, to lightly touch my forearm.

“Here we go,” I thought, smiling as I brought my hand up to pat hers.

“It’s just that I’ve been quite sad lately. You understand don’t you?”

Wendy looked directly at me enquiringly, searching to see if I did truly understand.

“I’m not sure I understand everything Wendy, but you know I’m always here for you,” I replied honestly.

Wendy smiled and nodded at me, before turning away toward the bar and ordering another wine. I determined right there and then to talk with Jack about what exactly was troubling his finance. What was causing her to drink herself stupid most nights and court the attention of young men she’d do better to stay well clear of.

Around 8pm we moved down to the pub. I looked to indulge in some meaningless examination of the day’s game. However, I couldn’t concentrate knowing Terri was due to arrive. I positioned myself between the door and her boyfriend Francis. He was engaged in a detailed analysis of every ball bowled that afternoon.

When Terri and Mandy walked in together my heart literally skipped a beat. First, because Terri, despite wearing the androgynous look she always wore to the pub, looked radiant. Second, because Mandy looked knowingly at me and memories of our liaison returned. Guilt came flooding in and I found myself resenting her for it. She was spoiling my reunion.

Terri stopped to talk with me, just as I had anticipated she would. Unfortunately Mandy stopped beside her. As usual her breasts tumbled out of the slinky red dress she was wearing. I could swear she drew a deep breath to thrust them at me.

As if to say, “You’ve tasted these Aus. You loved it when they rubbed against your back, while my hand worked your cock.”

“You bitch,” I thought. “What exactly is you’re game?”

“Aus it’s so great to see you,” Terri said, breaking into my thoughts.

“Such a stranger,” I replied, completely pushing thoughts of Mandy out of my mind. Terri became the complete focus of my attention. We engaged in some easy banter, just as we always had. Any lingering ill feeling I felt toward her, over her lack of contact when up north, completely evaporated.

Others including Mandy just melted away, as though they recognised Terri and me only had eyes for each other.

Eventually it was Ness who came to interrupt us. Ness, the only one bold and brash enough to do so, in her tight skirt and T-shirt.

“Francis wants to know what you want to drink Terri.”

“Does he?” Terri replied with obvious puzzlement.

Francis never asked her that question and rarely bought her a drink. I knew it was a lie on Ness’ part, but Terri smiled and moved away to where Francis was standing.

“You and her don’t even try to hide it Aus. You’re such the tightrope walker,” Ness said in her broad northern accent.

“What do you mean?” I said, slightly perplexed.

“Are you fucking her yet?” Ness continued, moving her head up to whisper it in my ear. “I’ll bet she’s not as exciting as me Aus.”

“Jesus Ness,” I whispered. “No I’m not sleeping with Terri. I wouldn’t do that to a team mate. We just get on really well; that’s all.”

I immediately knew I had left myself open and waited for Ness to deliver the proverbial sharp sword thrust to my groin. She smiled broadly like a Cheshire cat.

“But you are fucking a team mate’s girl. Remember, you told me so, when you had your cock buried deep inside me.”

I said nothing, merely took a deep swig of my beer. I hadn’t directly told her about me and Felicity, but nor had I denied Beylikdüzü Ukraynalı Escort it. I looked around to see how I could escape this busty shrew.

“Anyway,” she continued. “I’ve decided fuck you again. I’ve come to make a date,” she said a little too loudly for my liking, with her boyfriend mere yards from where we stood.

“Shit Ness, keep your voice down.”

Ness broke into a huge smile. She was in her element.

“You’ll be OK Aus. I’m not going to jump you here in the Pub. But the truth is I enjoyed our time in the car and I want to go again,” she said moving forward and subtly grabbing the front of my trousers. “So when you’re ready. When the other ladies in the club aren’t keeping you too busy. You let me know; OK. Just don’t leave it too long.”

Ness moved away and I quickly found the company of some males. Suddenly, analysing boring cricket seemed like an absolute safe haven, away from these marauding females. I didn’t speak with any of them again that night.

Soon after Terri and Mandy left with Francis, so I snuck away early, thus avoiding going to the nightclubs with Ness, Finn and the younger crowd.

The next day, Sunday, proved a much better day. Felicity came downstairs early, while I was having breakfast. She was in the light silk robe I was so familiar with. The one I’d parted any number of times, before my hands wandered over the intimate parts of her well-toned body. I felt my cock stir at the memories, but remained aware that we had not spoken since I had come to her bed uninvited.

I sat there silently for a time, while she tidied the kitchen and made her breakfast. Then she brought it to the table and sat with me.

“It’s not right what you did the other morning,” she said, coming directly to the point, in typical Felicity fashion. She was such a nurse. I decided not to muck her around and risk a rebuke.

“Yeah; look I feel bad about that Fliss. Bad for upsetting you so much. I just thought…”

“You’re cock just thought Aus. It thought it could lead the way and good old Felicity would lie there and take it,” she replied cuttingly.

“Nah, it wasn’t like that. I just had a feeling I needed to be with you. I wanted to be close.”

“Well you should have waited until later, when I got up. We don’t do it in my bed Aus. That’s a rule.”

“Well I never heard that rule,” I replied honestly, glancing down at where her robe had fallen open across her thighs. My eyes trailed up the slight gap between them to where I knew her softest parts lay. My cock grew harder.

“No, but you knew it just the same. Just like you know we don’t do it when Mike’s in the house,” she said, pulling the robe shut tight.

“OK, Ok; fair enough,” I said, my erection now declining. I was fully aware Mike was upstairs asleep.

“That’s good, so long as you understand the rules.”

“No, I do, I do.”

I sat quietly for a minute running it through in my head. It always took to the country boy from Australia a little while to catch on. So I tentatively looked to clarify.

“Does that mean…, me and you are…, you know?”

“Know what Aus,” she said abruptly.

“Are we all…, Ok and back on? So long as Mike is out; of course. And not in your room.”

For about 10 seconds Felicity stared at me expressionless. I feared the worst. Then showed a small smile.

“Maybe,” she said teasingly, with a feminine, knowing look.

I wanted to jump on her right there and then, but given the lecture I’d just received I decided to keep it in my pants. However, I did strut around the kitchen like a peacock for a bit, in shorts and bare top, just so she could have a little reminder.

This posturing was interrupted by my phone vibrating on the table. We both looked at it. I saw Terri’s name come up, but Felicity was reading it upside down and I couldn’t be sure that she’d read the name. I picked up the phone and read the text. Felicity didn’t ask who it was from.

Terri’s text said Mandy had a job. She was free tomorrow and keen for just her and me to meet up for coffee.

“Yeeessss,” I thought to myself, without changing my expression. Things were looking up in old Aus’ life. Back into Felicity and back on with Terri.

Monday morning and Mike was gone early to work as usual. Felicity had a week of day shifts; 6 am to 2pm. I had the house to myself. I ran, showered and spruced myself up; preparing for my 11am rendezvous with Terri. She had come to the pub dressed like a boy, but I knew from experience that she would arrive at the café looking very feminine. I was not disappointed.

Terri was already sitting with a coffee when I entered the café. She stood and moved forward to hug me when I walked over to her. I sucked in my breath. She smelt and looked gorgeous, wearing a tight pale blue skirt with a high neck, white halter top. Her shoulders and arms were bare and tanned, befitting this warm, mid-summer’s day in south England. I noted her hair was starting to grow Beylikdüzü Üniversiteli Escort out on the side, where it was normally razor short. I liked that.

She smiled warmly and placed her hand on my arm as we exchange greetings. I went to order my coffee at the counter. This gave me a moment to reflect. Her attire and the hug were very telling. The last time we had met at a café we had touched hands. I was sure she had recognised some lust in my eyes, as she had pulled away slightly. Today, however, she had arrived in the most revealing attire I had ever seen her in, plus she had moved to touch me.

“This girl’s upping the ante here,” I thought and my cock stirred. I determined that today would be moving day. I would push this relationship ahead.

“Gee Terri, you look fantastic today,” I said honestly, when I returned to the table.

“Why thank you Mr Aus, and you don’t look too bad yourself. At least you’re not in a singlet today,” she said, recalling our first time to the café. We both laughed.

I couldn’t help myself and ran my eyes down over her top. It wasn’t tight fitting, but I could note the outline of her small breasts. I thought I noted a nipple.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” I blurted out.

“Heavens Aus,” she said, clearly embarrassed. “Do you want the whole café to know?” She took a deep breath. “No I’m not. It’s an outfit that doesn’t require a bra and with my little bosom, normally no one notices; unless they’re really looking.”

I smiled at her like a naughty school boy, caught reading a girly mag.

“Mm mm; well I’m looking that’s for sure,” I replied, noting both nipples were now clearly poking through the light material

Terri blushed and lowered her eyes. I liked that and decided to push on.

“Why do you dress so stunningly during the day and like a boy on Saturday nights?” I asked bluntly.

This clearly made Terri a little uncomfortable and she shifted in her seat. Fortunately my coffee arrived at that moment and allowed her to gather herself.

“It…, it’s just that Francis likes it that way. He prefers me to dress like that.”

Now she was really uncomfortable, eyes down and she fidgeted with her hands. I needed to recover the situation.

“Hey don’t worry about that. No need to feel bad. I was just interested that’s all. You can tell me more when you’re ready. For now I just want you to dress like this when we meet during the day. Can you do that?”

That was what she wanted to hear. Terri lifted her head and smiled broadly. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes. My heart grew and so did my cock, as I drank her in.

We moved on to more mundane conversation about her trip north, Mandy having a temp job and Terri not being able to find one. I told her about all I’d done in her absence, leaving out the bits about fucking Felicity and Ness and her best friend masturbating me.

When we got up and left the café, Terri slipped her arm into mine, as if that were a natural thing to do. We walked along in the sun. This was a real risky move on her part, in as much as people who knew us could be passing by at any time. However, Terri seemed lost in the moment and just kept chatting freely. We reached the corner.

“I’ve got to get home to help Mum with some stuff. Can we meet again tomorrow?”

“Sure, that’d be nice,” I replied, getting that smile again.

“Thanks Aus. Hey I really like talking with you. Tomorrow I’ll be a bit more open about stuff. You just caught me off guard; that’s all. Is that OK?”

As I nodded in the affirmative she stood high and kissed me on the cheek. I felt like grabbing her around that pencil thin waist, pulling those pert breasts into my chest and delivering a hard kiss to her lips. However I restrained this primitive instinct.

“See ya tomorrow,” I called, watching her walk away.

I walked onto the common and found a seat beside the path. I needed to collect my thoughts. I knew that Felicity would be getting home soon. After yesterday’s exchange I was certain she’d want to have sex. The thought stirred my cock even further.

“But can I do that to Terri?” I said feeling pangs of guilt.

I sat contemplating this dilemma. Eventually I came to a more gallant decision than would normally be the case.

“No I can’t do it. Don’t go home,” I said aloud to myself.

With that I stood up and went for a long walk across the common. I tried to push both Terri and Felicity out of my mind and thought about cricket. Later I went to the pub for a drink, before heading for home about 5pm. I knew Mike would be getting home.

Felicity looked at me inquiringly when I came in the door, but said nothing because Mike was present. I ate a quick dinner and then left for my night job stacking the shelves at the supermarket.

The next day I woke feeling good. I was off to see the girl I had really fallen for. I felt very proud in regard to my decision of the previous afternoon.

“Maybe I should try being faithful Beylikdüzü Vip Escort a bit more often,” I thought. “It makes me feel good about myself.”

I text Terri to have her meet me at the entrance to the Common and went and bought some food for a picnic lunch.

“Ohh, that’s so romantic Aus,” Terri announced with a smile as she walked up to where I was waiting.

Today she had reverted to a light floral dress and sandals. Still sleeveless and very feminine. I made a suitable comment.

We walked along talking happily. Her flat footwear and light frame made her seem very small beside me. The day was clear and warm and it hadn’t rained for some days, so I located a nice spot on the grass.

We were well away from walkers and settled down to eat. We continued with the usual idol chat about what she’d helped her mother with yesterday and about my workmates fooling about last night. However, what I really wanted was more info about her relationship with Francis. Toward this end I manoeuvred the conversation to cricket and the pub. We’d chatted about this for a time before I decided to proceed boldly.

“Yeah I remember the first time you walked in. I thought you were a boy.”

Straight away the smile disappeared; she put her head down and went quiet. I was hoping I hadn’t

pushed it too far.

“Don’t worry,” I continued, “I soon worked out you weren’t.”

“I told you, he likes me to dress like that. I don’t enjoy dressing that way,” Terri replied a little sullenly.

“Why doesn’t Francis like seeing you dressed like this; looking beautiful.”

Terri’s smile returned with the compliment, but only briefly.

“He always has, right from the start. He made that clear. Mandy knows his old girlfriend and he had her dress just the same.”

“Mandy’s known him longer than you then?”

“Yeah, she likes him and said he was OK. She pushed me to go out with him, after my brother introduced us. She says not to worry about the dress thing.”

“Hmmm; well that’s Ok for her to say, she doesn’t have to dress like that,” I said, feeling good having a dig at her two timing friend.

“Oh no, she’s a good friend; she’s my best friend Aus.”

“Yeah I know, but I just can’t work out how you dressing that way gets Francis excited when you get behind closed doors. If you know what I mean.”

Now I was really pushing the envelope and Terri was noticeably uncomfortable, as she struggled with how she should reply. I could see her weighing up just how much to tell me about what went on behind closed doors. Her eyes were lowered again and the silence lingered. It was all I could do to stop from butting in, but I knew if I was patient, reward would come. And sure enough; it did.

“I’ve always been a bit shy and mixed up. He’s my first real boyfriend Aus. When we first went together I wasn’t too sure…, you know…, about what boys like and stuff.”

“Most boys like pretty much the same thing. Doesn’t Francis?”

“I…,” she paused, looking at me. “You’ve got to promise not to tell Aus.”

“Not to tell what?” I replied.

“Not to repeat what I’m going to tell you. I’m only telling you cause I really trust you Aus. Mandy’s the only other person who knows.”

We were lying on the ground, side on to each other, each propped up on an elbow. I shifted my body closer to hers. She made no effort to pull back. I drew in her scent and looked at the cute curl of her bottom lip.

“I promise, cause I really like you too Terri,” I said, looking into those deep, beautiful dark eyes. I drew in a deep breath.

The time was right. I pounced. Moving my head quickly forward I nipped that bottom lip with my lips, delivering a fleeting kiss of sorts. Then I retreated. Terri brought her hand to her mouth, looking at me, wide eyed, in disbelief.

“I can’t say sorry for that Terri. I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I ran into you and Mandy, when I was out running. The first day I saw you were a woman. A beautiful woman.”

There was further silence

“I’ve wanted you to do that too,” she finally said quietly. “I’ve dreamt of it.”

With that she brought her lips to mine, while wrapping her free arm around my neck. Her lips were soft and giving. Our tongues flicked together, while the blood flowed swiftly to my groin. My cock began to harden.

After a time Terri lay down on her back. Without breaking the kiss, we continued on for some minutes. I kept my hand on her hip. Eventually we came up for air. She smiled at me and then went serious again.

“I don’t ever do this with Francis.”

“You don’t? Never?” I said, looking down at her.

“No; never. I’ve tried, but Francis says he doesn’t like it.”

“Really?” I noted with a surprised tone. “How could a man not enjoy this, with a woman as beautiful as you?”

She smiled broadly. Terri clearly loved the compliments.

“What do you do then?” I continued.

There it was. I’d put the question directly to her. Now we’d see. Would she back away or be open and honest with me? I kept my hand on her hip and began to rub it lightly in a circle, in order to give her reassurance, plus allowing me to feel the side of her small buttock. An extended silence ensued as Terri continued to look away, summoning the courage to tell me her story. Eventually she let out a large sigh. She’d made her decision and it gushed out.

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It started in July, 2002, the year I graduated high school. I was 18 and ready to start college, living at home and working for a landscaping firm in my hometown in northwestern Pennsylvania. I had just finished work on Friday, a little early because of the heat, and was looking forward to relaxing that night. My parents had gone out of town as they frequently did in the summer, to a family cottage in upstate New York.

I arrived at the house and stripped off my work clothes, groaning as I lifted my arms above my head to take off my shirt. I was sunburned on my arms and pretty deeply tanned on my chest and back. It was a good look for me, I thought. I had never been in terrific shape, but a few months planting trees and cutting grass had allowed me to get some definition in my chest and shoulders.

I felt pretty good about myself for a change. I was a pretty average guy, just under six feet, about 170 lbs with light brown hair and blue eyes. I’d never been much with the girls in high school, though I’d had my share of nights, and I was looking forward to starting college that fall.

I stood in my room thinking about taking a shower, but instead decided to go for a swim in the family pool to cool off. After that I thought I’d shower and make some plans for the night.

I pulled on my yellow swimsuit, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and stepped out of the sliding glass door in the kitchen and on to the pool deck.

Our pool was large, but not extravagant. It took up most of the yard we shared with our neighbors, my dad’s older brother, his wife and their two daughters Krista and Jill. They were with my parents at the cottage for the next ten days or so.

The pool area was hidden from view to anyone not in the yard or one of the houses by the houses themselves and a row of tall hedges.

I dove into the pool, enjoying the cool water on my back as I arched upward to the surface and felt the water run down my face. I was still wiping the drops from my eyes when I heard a distinct slamming sound and what I thought were footsteps. As my eyes adjusted to the light i saw that it was Krista. My cousin Krista is a beautiful girl. There’s really no other way to put it. At 20 she had just finished her second year at college and was a total knockout, not in the way models or actresses are, but in a very distinct, farmer’s daughter kind of way. She stood about as tall as I did, with long toned legs from years on the swim team and firm abs from helping her dad with his construction business. She had long, straight brown hair which hung just past her shoulder blades and green eyes.

She was wearing a one piece, dark-blue swimsuit and a pair of over sized thick-rimmed sunglasses. I loved the way the suit looked on her, highlighting her best features as it supported and covered her beautiful, firm breasts and curved with her hips and stomach.

When we were younger, not even old enough to understand what everything meant, we’d play doctor in the the trees behind out grandparents farm. She had been my first kiss, though I never really saw it that way then.

Now as a young woman she was all at once innocent, feminine, mysterious, sensual and strong, and I found myself watching her all the time.

“Hey Champ,” she said, calling me by an old nickname as she descended the stairs from her deck onto the pool terrace.

“Hey Krissy, how’s it going? I thought you went to the cottage?” I asked.

“No, I was going to but I thought the idea of staying home alone for a week or so was much more appealing. It’ll be good to have the house to myself,” she replied.

“I thought I would have the pool to myself as well, but it looks like you’re still here.”

“Yeah,” I answered, “I stayed to work so i can afford to go to school next year, you know how it is.”

“I sure do,” she replied with a smile. Slowly she turned and placed her towel on a deck chairs, pulled her sunglasses off and shook her hair from her eyes. She bent down and placed her sunglasses on the chair, giving me a good look at her beautiful ass. I was mesmerized by the sight of the dark fabric stretching across the cheeks of her butt. It was an incredible sight.

I was still in a dream world when she stood up and turned around. I think she may have caught me sneaking a peek at her because she winked at me and dove into the pool.

She came to the surface and brushed her hair from her eyes, then, unhappy with some of the strands still clinging to her face, she leaned her head back like she was in a limbo contest and dropped her forehead into the water, washing her hair away from her face. As she did I looked over and saw her beautiful breasts, firm and round, begging to be held.

She swam toward me, eventually standing up to walk in the shallow water and laughed as she splashed me with her hand. The she reached behind her head and pulled her hair into a ponytail with an elastic she pulled from her wrist. As she did I couldn’t stop myself from looking down the front of her swimsuit. Beylikdüzü Anal Escort She was so incredible.

We swam and talked for about twenty minutes, before deciding to open a few drinks from the cooler in the pool house. I sat in my swim trunks, sipping beer from a cold can while I sat on the pool steps and watched Krista wade in the shallow end of the pool while she enjoyed her own drink and told stories about college.

The beer must have been hitting her pretty hard because before long she was giggling and laughing while she told me about nights she probably never expected to share with a member of her family. I was quickly learning that my neighbor and cousin was much less innocent than I imagined.

She asked if I had been with many girls.

“A few,” I said, “I dated Jess for about five months. We had sex and tried a few things, but she didn’t want a boyfriend over the summer. Whatever…”

“How was she in bed?” Krista asked, suddenly getting a serious look in her eyes.

“Not bad,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “She never got tired of having sex, but she aways wanted to do it the same way, in the same order at the same time. It was strange.”

Krista went on to tell me about some of the guys she had been with, as she spoke her voice got lower and she began to look off, past or through me, obviously deeply affected by what she was saying.

“I had one boyfriend who loved to go down on me, but he never wanted to have sex. He was so scared of making me pregnant, but he used to eat my pussy two or three times every day, sometimes between classes in the bathrooms at the school, sometimes in the car. It was so hot, but sometimes i just need to feel something inside me…”

I felt my cock getting stiffer as I thought about the woman before me having sex or hooking up with guys at college. It wasn’t the first time I noticed how attractive she was, and I didn’t think it would be the last, but she was my cousin and off limits I reminded myself.

“That guy is a fool.” I said.

I finished my next beer and waded out past Krista to the far side of the pool where the stereo was and started flipping through the CD case, looking for some music. I was thankful the water was above my waist level because it kept my quickly growing erection hidden from view.

Before long I felt the water ripple around me as Krista approached from the back. I turned around just as she arrived and found myself inches from her face.

Neither of us said a word for what felt like an hour, but was probably little more than a few seconds. I felt my cock twitch as she leaned towards me, going past my face until her mouth was only inches from my ear. I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she whispered to me.

“I’m so horny.” she said, half moaning as she did.

I was speechless. Literally. I had no words in my head to say to this beautiful young woman standing in front of me. I was surprised and confused. She must have sensed my confusion as she whispered again.

“Standing here, talking about sex, looking at you in that suit, wet, tanned, it’s making me so horny.”

As she leaned back she lightly licked my earlobe and brushed my cheek with her own.

I finally found words as she stood in front of me, though I’m embarrassed to say what they were.

“But you’re my cousin,” I protested weakly and somewhat predictably,

“Can we really….?” I asked, letting my meaning trail away.

“God, I hope so.” she said. As she did, I felt her right hand slip down my chest and onto my crotch, roughly grabbing my fully-hard cock and squeezing it.,

“Unngh,” I grunted breathlessly “Oh God.”

“It looks like you’re pretty horny too,” she said with a smile.

Her other hand reached down under the water and she let go of my cock so she could untie the drawstring on the waist on my shorts, when she had achieved that goal, she took my dick in her fist and started slowly, deliberately pumping up and down under the water.

Without breaking eye contact she reached out with her left hand and grabbed my right, pulling it down onto the soft, stretchy fabric of her bathing suit. Following her cue I slid my fingers between her legs, rubbing her mound through the fabric covering it.

She exhaled sharply as she felt her first pangs of pleasure and I grunted again as I felt my her hand squeeze my dick harder.

I stood staring into her eyes, not speaking a word as she stroked me under the water, hearing only the sounds of our own, shallow breaths and the light splashing of the pool. Her eyes were hypnotic. The were so deep and so green. In that moment she was totally taken by lust. I could see confidence in her, but also vulnerability. Admitting her feelings had opened her up to me. Now we were locked at the eyes. She never blinked or looked away, just stared me in the face, watching the pleasure running though every fiber of my being as she gave me the most incredible hand job I had Beylikdüzü Çıtır Escort ever imagined.

Following her lead I gently pulled the fabric of her swimsuit aside and started stroking her naked cunt with my entire hand. While she was obviously wet from standing in the pool, I could feel another kind of dampness, a thinker, slicker wetness that told me she was as aroused as I was.

I slid two fingers into her cunt and she slowly spread her legs slightly to allow me easier access and finally she spoke.

“That feels so fucking good. Don’t ever stop. I want to feel this forever.”

She continued pumping me for some time as I fingered he pussy and started at her face. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. There was something so bad about what was happening, something so wrong, and staring this beautiful woman, my cousin, with the same family blood as me, made me so horny. She was so sexy and the soft moans coming from deep in her throat told me she was thinking something along the same lines. I felt my cock start to heat up as she relentlessly stroked it, giving me more pleasure that I can possibly describe.

Finally I couldn’t take the feeling of her hands on me anymore I had lasted a few long minutes, much longer than I could have expected..

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I said, breaking the silence as I felt and orgasm welling up. “I’m gonna cum any second.”

“Do it.” She said. “Do it here in the pool.”

I couldn’t say no to that offer and stopped trying to hold back, though I doubt I could have held on much longer under any circumstance.

“Faster.” I whispered, still staring her in the eye and speeding up my own motions as I continued to probe her with my fingers.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my hand, all around me in the water. Show me how much you like it, show me how good it feels,” she said, never looking away, holding my gaze with her deep green eyes.

It was the eyes that finally made the difference, looking into them and seeing her own lust pushed me over the edge, groaning aloud as I did.

“Auuuuunnnnngggggghhhh!!!” I shouted, finally closing my eyes and tilting my head back as all the muscles in my body tightened.

“Oh shit baby, oh shit that’s so fucking hot, I’m making you cum, you’re fucking cumming for me, oh shit keep cumming!” She said

“Oh Fuck!!!” I said as my orgasm lessened. “Holy fuck…that felt so fucking good.”

Finally the ropes of cum stopped shooting into the pool. There were visible in the clear water, thick and white. They slowly fell apart and disappeared.

“I want to make you cum Krista” I said, “I want to make you feel like you made me feel.”

“I want you to baby, i want you to. Let’s go inside and finish this.”

I opened my mouth to speak again, but before I could she was swimming away toward the steps. I chased behind her, pulling my shorts back to my waist as she climbed to the pool deck, grabbed my towel and headed for the sliding door to my house.

Once i was inside I slid the door closed and pulled the blinds behind me, though it was impossible for anyone to see us. I turned around and saw her again, standing in the kitchen with my white towel in her hand, lightly biting the corner of her bottom lip.

I walked toward her and she tossed the towel away.

“God I want you so fucking bad.” I said as I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her backwards and up until she was sitting on the kitchen island.

I took her face in my hand and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me tightly toward her.

“Yes” she said, answering a question neither of us even had to ask.

I kissed her hard. It was the first time I had kissed her since the incident began. She had stroked my cock, seen my cum and looked deeply into my eyes, but kissing her was so much more intimate.

She kissed me back, answering my open mouth with her own. I felt her cool, spongy tongue as it entered my mouth and wrestled with my own. She was so aggressive, kissing me hard and breathing sharply through her nose and she ran her hands up and down my back.

I worked my kisses down, slowly toward her ear and then down the side of her neck. Reaching her shoulder I kissed toward the center of her neck, and then along her beautiful collarbone until I met the strap of her bathing suit. I reached up, taking each strap in one hand, looked her in the eyes and pulled the straps down, from her shoulders past her elbows, revealing her beautiful chest for the first time.

He breasts was incredible. I’ve never understood how women’s bra sizes work, but Krista’s tits were just slightly too big for a handful, topped with tiny, pointed nipples.

She exhaled a shallow breath as the cool air hit her nipples, raising goosebumps on her smooth white skin and pink aureoles..

I kissed her again, quickly snaking my tongue into her mouth and feeling her moan softly as I tweaked hip nipples with my hands.

Slowly Beylikdüzü Elit Escort I trailed my kisses down her chest until I finally took one of her perfect tits in my mouth. The nipples tasted like chlorine from the pool, and sweat from the excitement of what we were doing. I continued to lick, suck and lightly bite Krista’s nipples for several minutes, alternating sides as she ran her hands roughly through my wet hair.

“Oooohhhhhh, that feels so good, suck my tits baby, I want you to suck my tits all night.”

I would have happily agreed, but after a few intense moments I turned my attention downward and began pulling the swimsuit down past her waist.

“Oh, you want to eat my pussy? Is that what you want to do? Well do it, eat my pussy.” she said, gaining confidence and speaking more aggressively as she started to be struck by lust.

Finally I pulled her swimsuit past her feet revealing her entire body to me. Her cunt was almost completely shaved, except for a thing brown strip of hair which ran an inch, maybe two up toward her stomach. I smiled and dove into her naked, wet cunt. It was the hottest thing I had ever done. My gorgeous, naked cousin was sitting on my counter top, moaning and writhing in ecstasy as I attacked her pussy with my tongue and lips.

I’ve never been great at eating girls out, but whatever I was doing to Krista seemed to be working. I sucked and licked her for a long time. Not slowing or stopping, listening to her moans of pleasure. It felt good to make her feel good. She was digging her fingernails into the counter top and wrapping her long, toned legs around my head, holding my face to her cunt. I didn’t mind, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

“Oh shit!!” she called out after close to ten minutes of oral sex. “Oh shit that feels so great, your tongue, your tongue is driving me fucking crazy!! Oh fuck don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop. Ohhh my cousin is eating me out, he’s eating my fucking cunt and I love it, I’m so fucking dirty, I’m so fucking bad!!!”

She continued to yell out, obviously turning herself on with her words. I was a little bit alarmed at how loud she was being but at that point I didn’t care at all. She’d given me the best hand job in the history of hand jobs earlier and I was going to make her cum.

I attacked her cunt with ferocity, licking and biting her clit and pussy lips, fingering her tight hole as I tasted her. It didn’t take long before I felt the effects i was having on her.

Soon her legs tightened around my head and she started to breath differently. Her body started to shudder and suddenly she screamed out.

“Auuugnnnnnggghhhhhnnnhhh!!!”, she yelled as her juices ran from her pussy and onto my face.

I licked and tried to taste s as best I could as she continued to spasm in the tremors or her orgasm. Finally she released my head and leaned back on her hands. I stood up and wiped the juices from my face.

“Oh my God, that was so incredible. Fuck I can’t believe I came like that. Wow….” She said with a smile.

“You look so sexy sitting there, naked, with your cheeks all flushed and your pussy open from cumming. Fuck you’re hot, I can’t believe you’re so fucking hot and you’ve lived on the other side of my pool all this time.” I said.

She smiled and those beautiful green eyes shimmered.

“Well who would have ever thought we’d fuck one day? I didn’t. I mean I always thought you were good looking, but we’re related. You never expect to be eaten out by the guy from the family picnics. I didn’t think I’d ever jerk off someone who shares my last name. I’m as surprised as you are.” she told me.

“I always thought you were hot as hell, but until today I had no idea you were such a sexual person. I had no idea you could make me feel like this or cum like I did. Fuck you’re amazing. It’s like you know exactly where to touch me. I’m so happy we did this.”

“Well, we’re not done yet,” she said, standing and walking towards me. Again she leaned in close to me, past my face and whispered in my ear.

“I’m still horny, and I need your fucking cock inside me. I want you to fuck me baby.”

I stepped back and prepared to run upstairs to grab a condom.

“I’ll get a rubber.” I said breathlessly, hoping she’d wait for me.

“Fuck it, she said, taking me by the wrist and pulling me toward the kitchen table “I want you now and I’m on the pill. Just fuck me baby, fuck me now, please.”

There was no way to refuse. If possible, I think my cock got harder when she sat back on the table and leaned on her elbows, spreading her legs for me to see. I stripped of my bathing suit, feeling the cold fabric pull past my balls, and stepped toward her.

I took my dick in my hand and aimed at at her cunt, pressing the head against her opening and and applying light pressure.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “Last chance, because once I start fucking you I might never be able to stop.”

“Don’t tease me, just do it please….” she said.The lust in her voice was unmistakable and I was glad I wasn’t the only one enjoying this. Slowly I pushed myself forward, sinking my head into her wet cunt. She was clearly not a virgin, but she was still as tight as any girl I’d ever been with. Whatever guys she’d been with before must not have been well equipped.

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There once lived a valiant, warrior king who had claimed two-thirds of the known world as his own. To quench his insatiable, sexual appetite, he decreed that his land’s most beautiful maidens be brought to his castle when they reached the age of maturity at age 18. There, they would learn the art of seduction and become vessels for his lust.

Emmarie was one such girl. Her parents, like most parents, were greatly honored to have their daughter brought to the king, for the selected girls were often married off to rich noblemen, thus saving their families a costly dowry.

Emmarie’s grandmother, however, did not see it as an honor. As they carried the weeping girl away, she whispered in her ear, “My darling, they may carry your body but never let them carry your mind.”

Life in the castle was exactly is Emmarie expected— a large group of women, giggling and fawning over their captor. While most girls were eager to learn about pleasing their master and the mechanics of sex, Emmarie used the access to the king’s vast library to her advantage. She listened and learned, but had no intention of submitting to the king. They learned about all forms of sex, but, above all, they learned the importance of a man’s pleasure. Emmarie often wondered if this was the real reason that the king’s captors were in such high demand by his noblemen.

When they weren’t in class, they spent their days in a large, game room. Every so often, the king would appear and select his prize for the evening. Emmarie never participated. Most of the time, she spent these events sitting on a tufted chaise lounge, reading a book in the corner. The king never so much as glanced her direction and she was grateful.

In the wee hours of the morning, the chosen girl would creep back into their shared quarters, coated in semen. While she couldn’t care less about the act itself, Emmarie was fascinated at the king’s biological “art form.” He spread his seed on the poor creatures indiscriminately. It became a mental game for Emmarie to guess where the king would come on his virginal trophies. One poor girl returned, her hair sticky with semen. Another was painted from her forehead to the tops of her breasts.

“Animal,” Emmarie whispered to herself.

Years past, and Emmarie knew her ability to go untouched was coming to a close. Her suspicion was confirmed when one of the housemothers informed her that she was now the oldest girl in the king’s collection and, if she wasn’t chosen soon, she would be relegated to the kitchen staff. Unwilling to live the life of a servant, Emmarie decided that she could make herself a bit more visible. Upon the King’s next visit, she stayed perched on her chair, but this time lifted her satin skirt almost to her waist and pulled her corset down to expose the slightest amount of nipple.

It worked. The king made his way over to her almost as soon as he entered the room.

“What are you reading, dearest?” he said, leaning over to examine her more closely.

“A book based on your military exploits, sire.”

“And what is your impression of my military strategy?”

“It seems appropriately ruthless.”

“You find me ruthless?”

“Am I not your captive?”

“I’d like you to think of yourself as my guest.”

“So, then I have the freedom to leave if I wish?”

The king stood for a moment, stunned, but visibly amused before he responded.

“I could not allow you to leave until I showed you the full benefit of my hospitality.”

“Then, I shall wait with bated breath.”

“And, you shall not wait long. I will see you tonight Miss…”

“Emmarie.”

“Until tonight then, Miss Emmarie.”

Once he was gone, Emmarie was sick to her stomach. She had imagined the brutality of his touch, the savageness of his penetration more times than she could count. When evening fell, she was dressed in a thick, gauzy Beylikdüzü Suriyeli Escort nightgown worn by all the king’s virgins and was led down a long hallway by two, large guards.

“Overkill,” Emmarie thought, as they knocked on a large, wooden door.

The door opened to the king’s chamber, a cozy stone room. He was sitting on a large, four-poster bed, draped with sheer curtains. A fire burned in an adjacent fireplace. After the king dismissed them, the guards nodded and left. A shiver raced up Emmarie’s spine as the door thundered shut behind her.

The king approached her with purpose, but she forced her eyes to the floor. She flinched as he raised his hand to her.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked.

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“Have I ever harmed you?”

“Other than taking me from my family?”

“Your parents willingly sent you here. They believed it to be a great honor.”

” I see how you ‘bestow your honor’ on your prisoners.”

After a long pause, he said, “I am not sure why, but I find your antagonism charming. To prove that I am not the monster you perceive me to be, I will allow you to guide our encounter.”

Emmarie was silent for a moment.

“Very well. Tonight, I want you to teach me.”

He lifted her chin with one finger and said with a seductive smile, “It will be my honor to educate you.”

He gently loosened the gauzy gown and it fell to the floor, leaving her stark naked in the room’s glow. He saw her shudder and wrapped her in a velvet blanket. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the bed.

“Roll onto your stomach,” he said.

He gathered her hair and laid it over her shoulder. He ran one finger along the outline of her neck.

“You judge me for the way those girls returned to their quarters,” he said, tracing the lines of her body. “I was simply fulfilling their desire. Their eagerness. Their blind adoration. They wanted to be fucked by a king, and I gave them wanted. Besides, dutiful submission irritates me.”

With that, he traced lower and lower on her back, until he reached the top of her ass. With a flat, gentle hand, he cupped each of her cheeks. He started to slip his finger between her thighs when he felt her tense. He placed a sure hand on her hips, rolled her onto her back, and looked directly into her eyes.

“Do you ever touch yourself?”

“Sometimes,” she whispered.

“Has anyone else ever touched you?”

She shook her head slowly, remembering how some of her classmates touched each other after particularly graphic lessons.

He took one fingertip and grazed it across her left nipple. She inhaled sharply at the sensation, the first time anyone had touched her this way. He did the same to the right nipple and began massaging her breasts one after the other. He lowered his head to slip one into his mouth when she raised her hand to stop him.

“Very well,” he said and began softly drawing circles on her belly and caressing the tops of her thighs with his fingertips. He pulled her legs open, and she gave no resistance. He ran one hand up her inner thigh and barely grazed one of her lips. Even though she anticipated his touch, the sensation startled and thrilled her so much that she writhed. He continued to lightly stroke the outside of her pussy, just along the edge. He seemed to avoid the places she most craved, her clit pulsing, her pussy aching. He abruptly stopped and got on top of her. Even though he was wearing pants, she could feel his cock pressing against its confines. His imprisoned cock was rubbing deliciously between her legs, yet somehow avoiding places designed to give her the most pleasure.

“What lesson shall you learn tonight, my pet?” he said, pinning her arms above her head and laying the full weight of his body on her. She was both frightened and thrilled, unable to Beylikdüzü Türbanlı Escort answer him. He slid his hands down her arms and placed them firmly around her neck, turning her head to the side.

“You’ve learned that your king is at your pleasure,” he growled in her ear.

With that, his mouth was on hers, overtaking it with hot breath and a tangle of tongues. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in as close as she could and rubbing his throbbing cock against the wetness between her legs. She reached down to slide his pants off, but he grabbed her wrists and leapt off the bed.

“I believe that’s enough for tonight.”

Confused, she found her dressing gown and he helped her slip it back on. He held her face between his hands and kissed her gently on the forehead. She tried to read the meaning in his eyes but saw nothing. As the guards collected her from the king’s chambers, he said, “Until tomorrow night.”

The next day seemed to drag on interminably. She paid closer attention in her art of seduction class, hoping to find some reason why he would abruptly halt their lovemaking—if you could call it that.

After dinner, she was again dressed and led down the hall to the king’s quarters. She found herself in the king’s room, bathed in golden firelight.

“What is your wish this evening, beloved?” he said, his tone mischievous.

“Tonight, I want you to worship me.”

He led her beside the fire and untied the ribbon holding her dressing gown together. He undressed her slowly and more deliberately than the previous night. Once the gown was open, he removed it, kissing each section of bare skin as it became visible. Once naked, he lightly grazed every inch of her naked flesh, then began tracing a line of kisses down her standing body.

“Lay down on the floor,” he commanded. After she did as he asked, he adjusted her legs, bending them at the knee and putting her sex on full display.

“If I am to worship you, you must give your body to me. You must not stop me as you did last night. You must trust that I will not harm you.”

She nodded, as a tear streamed down her cheek. He wiped it away and took her face in his hands.

“You must trust that you are always safe with me.”

He kissed her deeply and began moving down her body with his mouth. When he reached her erect nipples, he took one into his mouth and lightly sucked before swirling his tongue around it. She arched her back at the sensation and her pussy began to tingle with longing. He kissed down her belly and inner thighs. He ran his hand between her legs and instead of grazing her pussy, he took it in his hand.

“This belongs to me?”

“It’s yours,” she managed to say, her breath so quick she could hardly speak.

He slipped one, then two fingers in between her folds and into her aching pussy. She gasped sharply as he plunged deep into her.

“So wet. So willing,” he purred.

She began to moan as his fingers worked magic inside her virgin hole. He stopped and opened her legs wider, lowering his face between her legs.

“Have you ever experienced…heightened pleasure before?” he asked, kissing the inside of her thighs.

“No, sire.”

“Then, allow me to bestow the first offering.”

He nuzzled the soft, wet skin between her lips and inhaled deeply. His carnal moan heightened Emmarie’s arousal and her legs shivered in anticipation. He gently kissed the perimeter of her sex, the same as he had with this fingers the night before. Her whole body quaked as he ran his tongue in one deliberate motion, from top to bottom, sliding over her now throbbing clit and stopping just short of her asshole. She raised her hips to meet his mouth, over and over. His motions were short, but deliberate, in straight lines, then circles. With each change, her body hummed with Beylikdüzü Ucuz Escort pleasure. Just as her ecstasy was reaching its peak, he plunged two fingers deep into her quivering cunt. In response, her pussy clamped around his fingers, and her body shook as her orgasm overtook her. Her body contracted and stiffened. As her pleasure subsided, the king slowly removed his fingers and made his way to Emmarie’s mouth. He kissed her sweetly on the lips, and before she could speak, he said, “Well done, pet. Until tomorrow night.”

The next day, time seemed to stop altogether as she waited for night to fall. That evening, her dresser seemed a little annoyed at bathing and dressing her for the third night. The guards came to collect her and she walked silently to the king’s room. He was lying on the bed, shirtless with his bottom half covered in a soft sheet. She assumed he was naked as she stood at the end of the bed.

“What do you desire tonight?” he said.

“Tonight, I want you to take me as your own,” she said breathlessly, unsure if she was really brave enough to let him have her.

He stood and walked toward her, the sheet falling away and revealing his erect penis. She had never seen him naked before, and he was quite the vision. Tall, but compact. He was muscular, but not broad. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. The heat of his nakedness radiated through her gown.

He grabbed her face and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Is this your will?”

“Yes, sire.”

He sensed her apprehension and said with kind conviction, “I will not harm you. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

At that, he guided her hand to his swollen cock, showing her how to stroke him. Emmarie was surprised by how it felt. The skin was so much softer than she expected. In her mind, it would be thick and leathery, not the buttery smoothness she felt in her hand. He groaned, and she stopped when she saw the wetness forming at the end. He ran his thumb across the head of his cock and put the liquid he collected to her lips.

“This is my desire for you,” he sighed. “It’s my wanting. Are you ready?”

When she nodded, he slid off her gown and led her to the bed. He positioned himself on top of her and she spread her legs to accommodate his body. She could feel his cock hovering around her pussy for what felt like an eternity. He reached between her legs to confirm that her body was ready for him. Her sex was so hot and wet, he shuddered. He slowly slipped inside, and she gasped at the sensation. A wave of gentle electricity began in her navel, trailed down to her pussy and then flooded across her entire body.

The king tensed as the sensation flooded across him, too.

“Oh, Jesus,” he said.

He bowed his head into the curve of her neck and she looped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tightly into her. He began slow, deep thrusts into her, and she instinctively met each one with her hips. Deeper and deeper, the king was relentless as they moaned in harmony, each plunging further into their shared rapture.

“Ever mine,” he growled, thrusting hungrily into her. “Ever yours.”

“Ever ours,” she moaned, as her body reached a thunderous climax.

Her orgasm sent him over the edge, and he furiously pumped his cock into her, more rapidly now, until he said breathlessly, “I am undone.”

With that, he gathered her in his arms tightly and pushed deep into her, stiffening and shuddering as he released a stream of warm seed into her. His essence inside her and his quivering cock brought her to climax again. This time, it was well beyond her control. Her pussy deliciously hugged his cock, pulsing and squeezing his full offering into her.

They remained still for some time, both wanting the moment to stretch out, not knowing what was beyond it.

When he finally lifted himself off of her, he said, “What do you want? I will give you anything you desire.”

“Free the women and make sure they live good lives.”

“Done.”

“Keep me as yours, forever.”

“Done.”

Flipping herself on top of him, she nuzzled her face into his neck and mewed lustfully into his ear, “Now, fuck me again, sire.”

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My sister was true to her word. She had gotten hooked the night she fucked me for the first time. And after that, things just got more interesting.

She’d needed some instruction after a guy she dated told her she gave lousy head. So I volunteered of course, and taught her everything I knew. That led to us going to a drive in one night and fucking our brains out.

On the way home, she’d mentioned our cousin Terry. I’d told Susan I’d love to watch her eat pussy, and she didn’t seem turned off by the idea. She even mentioned Terry as a possible playmate, which have me some wonderful mental images to fantasize about.

In the meantime, Susan was coming in almost nightly and fucking me to her hearts content. I wasn’t complaining at all of course. Having a cum slut 20 get away from me every night was wonderful, and I took full advantage of it.

I still remember the night Susan came in and had something on her mind. She was sitting on the side of my bed naked as usual, stroking my hard cock.

“You know Chris, we have that family reunion coming up this weekend.”

“I remember. What have you got in mind? Want to skip it and fuck?”

That made her giggle. “Always. But not this time. Terry’s going to be there you know.”

“I figured. You’re really curious about trying another woman aren’t you?”

“Actually, I am. I never thought about it before, but now it seems to be in my head all the time.”

I lay there enjoying her hand slowly stroking my shaft. “You know Susan, she might not be into doing family. Luckily you and I don’t have that issue.”

“I know. But what if she is? We’re only cousins you know.”

There was that. “So how do we do this?”

Susan smiled. I was obviously on board with it, and she had an idea.

“Here’s what I’m thinking. I’ll get her alone, and tell her about my adventures with you. If she seems interested, I’ll send her your way. Then if she goes for it, I’m thinking you can send her to me.”

“I’ve got a better idea. If she goes for it, why not have a threesome? That way I could watch and join in.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. I’ve never had one though. Have you?”

“Several. I’ve done two girls and one guy, two guys and one girl and even a foursome once where we traded partners. That was interesting.”

“Sounds like it. Tell me about it.”

“I was dating that girl Teresa, remember her?” Susan nodded. “So one night she and I were drinking with a couple of friends and it came up in conversation. Long story short, she ended up fucking the other guy and I fucked his girlfriend.”

“Now that sounds like fun!”

It had been. Her name was Darcy, and she was blonde and built like you wouldn’t believe. I still remembered that night fondly.

Back to Terry though. Looking at Susan I told her, “So let’s see how interested Terry might be. You tell her about fucking me and let’s see where it goes. I’ll make sure to be off some somewhere, so if she’s interested we’ll know right away.”

Susan climbed on my cock then. “God I hope she is.”

Two days later we were at the reunion. I saw Susan and Terry together, so I caught Susan’s eye and pointed to the river. She nodded, and I walked down there to sit and enjoy the water.

Ten minutes or so later, I heard footsteps approaching. I sat there looking at the river until they walked right up next to me.

Looking up, I saw my cousin standing there. “Hey Terry. How’s it going?”

“Good.” I took the opportunity to check her out then. Terry is tall and thin, and not nearly as busty as my sister. Still there was something about her that caught your eye when you saw her.

She sat down near me, checking out the river. I figured I’d let her take the initiative, and it didn’t take too long.

“Chris, can I ask you something? It’s kind of personal.”

“Go right ahead.”

She looked at me, pausing to get it just right. Then she asked me, “Do you and Susan really fuck?”

She blushed and she said it. I looked at her for a moment, then with a perfectly straight face said, “Yes we do. Why do you ask?”

Her mouth dropped open a bit. Then she said, “Susan told me about it, and I didn’t believe her. I guess I was wrong.”

I nodded. Then I told her the entire story, and she listened with rapt fascination. When I’d finished she said, “Wow!”

“Is that a good wow or a bad one?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Is that an I’m disgusted wow, or is it that sounds like fun?”

She shifted uncomfortably for a moment then said, “It’s not a disgusted Beylikdüzü Esmer Escort one. Actually, it sounds like of hot to me.”

“Oh really? Have your ever thought about fucking a family member?”

She blushed again. “I’ve seen my brothers naked, so I’ve thought about it. But I never have.”

“What about a cousin? Like me for example?”

I saw her glance down at my lap, and I knew Susan had told her everything. “I don’t know, maybe I guess. Susan said you were really big though.”

“That’s true. She wasn’t kidding there.”

Terry’s glances became more evident, and she was looking more often. Finally she said, “Would you show me?”

I smiled at that. “Sure Terry, but let’s make it even. Show me your tits. Bare skin, right here.”

She looked at me, then surprised me by stripping her shirt right off. Then she undid her bra, letting it fall away from her body.

She really did have nice tits, even though they were smaller than I usually liked. Her light pink nipples were nice and hard already. That was a good sign.

I smiled at her. “Fair is fair. You ready for this?”

She nodded, her eyes fixed on my zipper. I slowly unzipped it, reached in and freed my thick 9 inch cock. Her mouth dropped open as she saw it in the daylight.

“Shit! She wasn’t kidding.”

“No she wasn’t.” I stroked it a couple of times, then heard Terry say, “Can I touch it?”

“Go right ahead, but my hands are going to be all over your tits when you do.”

She grabbed my shaft smiling. “Be my guest.”

Her hand stroked me as I played with her tits. They were really nice, and teasing her nipples made her moan. “So how would you feel about fucking a cousin now?”

“Right here? Right now?”

“Why not?”

She stood up then, and slipped off her jeans and panties. I watched her get down on her hands and knees then.

“Let’s do it.”

Kneeling behind her, I slipped my cock into her hot pussy. She moaned when I did, and I had to say, “You’re going to have to be quiet if you don’t want to draw a crowd.”

She nodded, and my hips eased forward, slowly sinking my shaft deep inside her. Terry was something else. She couldn’t wait to get my entire length buried in her. Her ass moved as she took me deeper with each thrust.

Finally my hips slapped against her ass. I was all the way in. She didn’t even take a moment to get used to it. Her hips started pumping back toward me right away.

I fucked her tight pussy hard and fast, hearing only the softest moans from her. Finally I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, and with one final thrust I buried my cock in her and filled her pussy with my cum.

The circumstances of the moment required we get dressed quickly, and we did. But Terry wasn’t done yet.

“Chris, I want more. A lot more!”

“Ok, go talk to Susan. Have her invite you over to spend the night tonight, and we’ll do more. Sounds good?”

She nodded, turning to go find Susan. This was going to be an interesting evening.

I waited a few minutes, then went back to the reunion. After a bit, Susan cornered me.

“Terry’s going to spend the night tonight. You two muat have hit it off.”

I leaned over and whispered in Susan’s ear. “I just fucked her down by the river. So yeah, I think she’s good with the whole incest thing.”

Susan smiled. Then she said, “Meet me down by the river too.”

I went back down, back to the place I’d been just a bit earlier. Susan came down a few minutes later. As I watched, my sister knelt in front of me, opened my jeans and sucked my cock right in.

I watched her do that, wondering what she was doing. After her head traveled up and down my length a few times, she stood up smiling.

“I wanted to taste her.”

Damn, that was hot! “So? What do you think?”

“Tonight’s going to be fun.”

I told Susan how it was going to go. “Send her in by herself. I’ll talk her into it, one way or another.”

We all headed home after the reunion. Terry was obviously ready for fun. I kept getting looks from her all evening. It was hard to get to bedtime without taking her somewhere and enjoying that hot pussy again. Finally though the time came.

My door opened, and Terry walked in. She had the usual on, the t-shirt and panties thing. I don’t think anyone who spent the night with Susan ever dressed differently, much to my delight. She was smiling as she sat down on my bed.

“Now where were we?” Her hand slid across the blankets to Beylikdüzü Eve Gelen Escort my cock, which was obviously hard already.

I watched my cousins hand stroke my shaft and smiled. “Terry, I’ve got a question for you.”

“What’s that Chris?”

“Have you ever had a threesome before?”

Terry blushed, and I smiled. That looked so damn cute when she did that. She tried to avoid the question by answering with, “Why would you want to know that?”

“Because I’m hoping that three of us can have some fun tonight. Together, if you know what I mean.”

My hand was stroking the soft skin on the inside of her thigh by then. She stared at me for a minute, finally answering my question.

“Yes I have. Just last weekend as a matter of fact. That was my first one.”

“Was it two guys or a guy and girl?”

“It was a guy and a girl if you must know.”

“Tell me all about it.”

“It was my friend Mike and his girlfriend Kim. You know her don’t you?”

I did. Kim was a busty blonde I’d lusted after for years. Nothing was going to happen there though. I nodded my reply to her, and she went on.

“We were all drinking one night, and one thing led to another. So we all ended up in bed together.”

I looked at Terry and said, “How would you feel about doing that tonight? I’d love to see you and Susan together.”

After a moment or two, Terry finally nodded. “I’d do that.”

“Go get her then.”

I knew Susan would be ready to go, so I wasn’t surprised when they both came back very quickly. Susan was excited; you could see that right away. I could just imagine how wet she was right then, thinking about the fun that was coming up.

Terry looked a little unsure, so I pulled her aside. “Susan really wants this. She suggested you one night when we were together.”

She looked a bit relieved then. Obviously it wasn’t going to be one of those awkward experiences for her.

I looked at both girls and smiled. “Ladies, tonight is going to be fun.” I had Terry next to me then, so it only seemed natural to start with her. Besides, I wanted to take a little more time with that body of hers.

I turned her so she was facing Susan. Then I slowly slid my hands up, cupping her small tits once again. She watched eagerly as I played with Terry’s nipples, making them nice and hard. I could almost tell what Susan was thinking, and hopefully I’d see it soon.

I pulled Terry’s shirt off then, and Susan licked her lips. That was all I needed. I gently slipped her panties down then, displaying her body to my sister. You could actually see the lust on Susan’s face then. So I moved Terry to one side, and beckoned to Susan.

She came right over, smiling the entire time. Susan’s nipples looked harder than usual; they were tenting out the front of her shirt. Looking at Terry I said, “Give me a hand with this, will you?”

She nodded, and reached for one side of Susan’s shirt. I grabbed the other, and together we pulled it up and off her body. Her eyes lit up when she saw Susan’s dark hard nipples just inches away. Leaning over, I whispered in her ear, “Go ahead, do it.”

She reached out, cupping one of my sister’s C cup tits for the first time. I heard Susan gasp, then her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as Terry leaned over and sucked one hard nipple into her mouth.

I joined her then, taking the other one into my mouth. Susan’s hands came up, holding our heads to her tits. She was enjoying every second of both of our tongues lashing against her nipples.

I stepped back then, watching Terry play. Finally I told her, “I’ll let you do the honors. Take off her panties.”

Terry kissed her way down Susan’s body, finally arriving at her panties. I watched her slip them down Susan’s legs. Then Terry leaned forward, tasting Susan’s pussy.

I thought Susan was going to fall over when she did that. So I gently guided them both to the bed.

“Have fun girls. I’m going to watch this.”

Susan laid back then, her eyes wide as she watched Terry bury her face in her pussy. I heard her moan then, and both of us could see Terry’s tongue sliding over that slick wet pussy, savoring the taste.

I got on the bed then, naked myself. When she felt me behind her, Terry got up on her hands and knees again. With that right little ass and hot pussy, I wasn’t going to resist.

I knelt behind her, my hands going to her hips as my cock slid into her again. She was just as hot and wet as she’d been earlier that Beylikdüzü Evi Olan Escort day, and I started fucking her slowly as she coaxed Susan toward her first girl/girl orgasm.

She was obviously talented, and Susan was incredibly turned on. A few minutes later I saw my sister reach down and wrap her hands in Terry’s hair. She held her in place as she came all over Terry’s face.

I had to slow down watching that. I didn’t want to cum right away, so my strokes into Terry slowed a bit. Susan’s eyes finally opened again, and she smiled at me. She had an idea.

She told me to get off the bed, so I did. I stood there wondering what she had in mind. I got a clue a moment later. Susan stretched Terry out on her back, then climbed on top of her in the classic 69 position.

That put Susan’s ass facing me, and I watched Terry drive right back in tongue deep into her pussy. Susan moaned again, but waited for me to join them. I did just that, sliding into my sister’s pussy just inches away from Terry’s face.

I watched Susan’s reaction to that. Her hips pumped back against me a couple of times, then I saw what I really wanted to see. Her head dropped, and I knew she was tongue deep in my cousin.

Watching the two of them 69 was going to get me off quickly the first time. I knew that simply because I was trying my best to hold off the entire time. I finally got to the point where I had to cum, so I did deep inside my sister’s pussy. I shot a huge load there, then fell back on the bed to watch as I caught my breath.

Terry went right back to that creampie, sucking my cum out of Susan’s pussy. I could see her swallow again and again as she got more of my seed in her mouth.

I watched both girls thrash their way to an orgasm apiece right there on my bed. Finally they collapsed, both of them catching their breath and ready for another round.

Susan recovered first. She got up off the bed and came over to me. “So what did you think?”

“Never mind what I thought. How was it for you?”

“I can tell you one thing. Women are better at that than guys are, that’s for sure.”

I wasn’t surprised. Then Susan said, “So what now?”

“How would you feel about fulfilling one of my fantasies?”

“That depends of course on what it is.”

“I’ve always wanted a blowjob from two women.”

Susan just smiled. Walking to the bed, she whispered in Terry’s ear. Terry smiled and nodded, and I knew I was in.

Susan sat down, then patted the bed. “Come on. Lay down.”

Susan went first, swallowing my cock all the way down. Terry’s eyes bugged out at that. She watched in rapt fascination as Susan swallowed my entire length again and again.

Finally, when she came up for air, Terry joined in. She couldn’t take all of me, but seeing her sucking my cock was enough of a turn on for me. Susan’s joined in then, and I got to watch two hot tongues skip and slide up my length. They alternated sucking my cock with a tongue on my balls, each one taking turns until finally I stopped them.

“Ok ladies. There’s two more things I want.” I pulled them both up to the top of the bed then. Looking at Terry, I said, “Kiss my sister.”

She was up for that, and I watched their tongues slide into each other’s mouth. Watching them make out was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. Finally when they’d finished, I told Terry, “Now, last down.”

She did with a smile on her face and her legs spread wide. She knew what I wanted, and she was right. I slid into that hot pussy again, marveling at the feeling.

Susan was on her other side. Her head was almost on Terry’s belly as she watched my shaft plunge into her again and again. I fucked my cousin hard and fast as my sister watched fascinated by the sight.

I noticed Terry’s hand was moving. Sure enough, two fingers were plunging in and out of Susan while we fucked.

We must have fucked for half an hour when I finally felt it. Burying my shaft in Terry one last time, I filled her hot pussy with cum again. Susan watched, entranced.

Finally when my shaft slipped out of her, Susan bent over and sucked me clean. I smiled as she finished.

“Time to clean Terry up now.”

Rolling on top of her, my sister returned the favor and gotten not that much earlier. I watched her swallow my cum as her tongue retrieved it from Terry.

I was done for the evening then, and the girls got up to head back to Susan’s room. Susan stopped and told me, “You realize we’re going to be playing all night now.”

I told them to have fun, and fell asleep soon after that. A few hours later I got up and headed for the bathroom. As I passed Susan’s room, sure enough. There was Terry on her back, and Susan’s head was buried between her legs. I could just imagine the fun they had the rest of the night.

As for me, I fell back asleep, wondering what would be next.

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I just turned 18 a week ago. My aunt anjali is 42, she got arranged married when she was 18 and my uncle was 28. They have two daughters, radha 20 and prema 18. Ever since i hit puberty anjali and radha has been my fantasy especially my aunt. I love milfs. I would sometime think about my friends moms or my hot teachers while jerking.

My aunt is chubby and has a big and sexy ass. I often watch her ass move up and down when she walk. Her boobs are also big and radha has just the perfect body to fuck. Our house are in front of each others.

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One day before going to school i went to my aunt’s place to check if radha and prema were ready for college. Radha failed in some classes. As i entered i saw my aunt half naked. She just got out of shower and was going in her room. By that time my uncle was already gone to work. Before she saw me i hide behind the wall so as to avoid any tensions between us. She went to her room and her door was slightly open. By that time i had a hard on. I was lost on seeing her beauty and walked to her door without realising it and saw her fingering her pussy. She was very wet and was moaning. Seeing this just made me want to burst in the room and lick her pussy.

Then i heard some foot steps and i quickly went to the front door. It was radha and prema. They were ready to leave for school. Radha was wearing a mini skirt which made my erection Escort bayan even worst. I’ve put my bag in front of me and we left. We just about to leave the neighbourhood.

“Am not feeling well. I think that am not gonna to school today, am returning home.” I said to radha to which she said ok and take care. By that time everyone at my house was already gone to work but instead i went to my aunt, i entered the house and went to her room. She was having an orgasm and was still masturbating. I took my cock out and started rubbing it slowly. It was the best moment of my life. I was so into it that i let my bag fall and made a noise to which my aunt quickly reacted. She jumped off the bed. “Ravi what are you doing here, you was supposed to be gone by now.” She said.

I saw you naked and i could not control my feeling for you. You are so beautiful and sexy. I know that uncle cannot satisfy you and that why you are masturbating.” She saw my huge cock.

“Ravi!! What are you saying. Am your aunt.”

“I know and i just want to satisfy you.” Saying this i went close to her and hug her,my cock was pressing on her belly, her boobs pressing on my chest and i was grabbing her ass. She tried resisting me but i kissed her neck and she released her pull a little. She was feeling good. I moved up and kissed her lips. Our tongue were connecting. Then i let go and saw her Bayan escort face. She was so pretty and her face was glowing. She opened her eyes and said “it’s true that your uncle cannot satisfy me but i know that you will.” Hearing these words, i picked her up and made her lay on the bed. We kissed for a few time and i started moving down her hot body.

I sucked on her nipples and bite them slightly. Aunt was moaning and breathing heavily. I knew that i was doing it right. I moved to her thighs and kissed and licked them. I was teasing her by kissing around her pussy.

“Ohhh don’t tease me like this. Just go for my pussy son. I really need it.” She said, moaning harder now.

Hearing this i just went for it and started licking her and sucking on her pussy. She dripping wet. Her pussy was so good.

“Yesss yess right there ahh ahhhh ahhhh.” She was getting loud. I gave her they best sexual pleasure of her life.

“Am gonna cuummmm, ahhhh” i felt her orgasm through my tongue. She push my head even deeper on her pussy and i could tasted the fluid coming out. Then i went up and played with her boobs and kissing her. She removed my clothes quickly and turned me around. I was on my back. My aunt went down on me and licked my precum. She was sucking my cock!! I was in heaven. She took my 8 inch cock full in her mouth.

“How do feel your aunt sucking Escort your cock.” She said in a sexy voice. “Am gonna cum.” That all i could say.

“Yes cum in my mouth.” And she sucked me even harder. Her head was moving up and down my cock fast. I could not resist any longer and i nutted in her mouth. She drank my cum and continued sucking my cock. I was still hard. She then straddle me and direct my cock inside her pussy. She slowly sat on my cock and remain still. The sight was beautiful. She was now moving up and down my cock slowly.

“You like it. You like fucking your aunty.”

“yes aunty i do, i love it.”

We were both moaning heavily. Aunty started moving faster and i was following moves. “Ahhh ahhhh ahhh ahhh yes fuck your aunty you naughty boy ahhh yes son.” I pulled my aunt for a kissing and gave her a hard kiss. I hugged her and increased my pace. I was fucking her real hard and quick.

“Ohh!! Ahhhh ahhhhahhh yess son yessss fuck your aunt fuck me.” I quickly switched position and i was on top of her, in missionary position. I was still fucking her hard. She was extremely wet and it was loud. She wrapped her leg around my back. I was sucking her boobs. She was loud. I kissed her to make her quiet but i did not work. By now she was having multiple orgasm but i did not stop.

“Ohh am gonna cum.” I said.

“Yess cum in me. Am on pills. Just cum in me. I want to feel your cum in my pussy.” I bursted in her and fell on her side. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily. We fucked two more times before my uncle came home. I went home just one and a half hour before he came.

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This story and its characters are complete fiction from the mind of the author. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidence.

The beginning of this story spends time with character development of my lead character. If you are expecting hot action from the get-go you will be disappointed. If you are patient I think you will enjoy the story.

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My Name is John Manetti. I’m sitting at a bar in a small North Carolina costal community celebrating the beginning of a weekend with a beer. According to my last physical I am 30 years of age, 6 ft tall, weigh 185, and the picture of physical health. It also says that I have brown hair and green eyes. My features are regular I guess, and my infrequent female companions insist that I am not hard to look at. I look considerably younger than my years, and that can be a blessing or a curse depending on the situation. Before I continue with my story I would like to describe how I came to be here.

About a year ago I left the Navy after 12 years. I left despite the pleas of friends and superiors who felt I had a career and was throwing it all away. I had been a Hospital Corpsman and also made it through SEAL training. When I completed all my training I was a lean, mean, fighting machine, as the saying goes. The rest of my time was spent with the SEAL teams, except for some advanced medical training. I have seen my share of combat through Grenada, Panama, and the Gulf War, as well as some nasty little side excursions to places I can’t talk about to do things that needed to be done.

Any combat vet who’s been in a fight for his life will tell you, “The worst thing for someone in combat is to be responsible for the death of one of his own.” Men who go into combat together develop a relationship among them that is quite unique, because they rely on one another so much for survival. You don’t pick the men that make up your unit, and some you like some you don’t. When the lead starts flying all that doesn’t mean shit. All that matters is survival. Under normal circumstances you may hate the man next to you, but in combat you would put your life on the line to save his. The last thing you want is for a comrade to dye because you made a mistake or didn’t do your job.

Well, on a mission a year before I left the Navy, one of my teammates died. In my mind I did not do everything I could to ensure his survival. The debriefing officer told the team commander, and me, that I had acted correctly and bore no responsibility for the man’s death, for the Navy and the SEALS, that’s all that mattered. To them I did my job. I wasn’t so sure, and got it into my head that I could have done something more. What made it worse is that he was a friend. I knew his wife and family. At the funeral I couldn’t even look his wife in the eye. She even told me that she new I did every thing I could, but it was no good. As far as I was concerned I let a man down in combat and he paid the ultimate price for it.

From that time on I wasn’t the same. I didn’t feel comfortable around my teammates, and felt that I couldn’t be trusted when the chips were down. My only decision, as I saw it, was to leave the teams. It also meant that I had to leave the Navy, because I didn’t want to be in the Navy unless I was with the teams. I headed back home, and my parents were ecstatic. Almost before I had unpacked they had my future all mapped out. I told them that I needed some time, and they said they understood. The second night home my dad called me into his study. He pulled a folder out of his desk and over drinks he began to tell me what he had been doing with my money. Except for a little beer and necessity money I had been sending all of my Navy pay home. My father is a financial consultant, and got me into some investments. It seems that without knowing it I had become a wealthy young man. So much so, that I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to.

The next few weeks became a nightmare. Mom and dad wanted me to move into the life they had planned for me, and I just couldn’t do it. I still had some things to deal with before I would be able to settle down. My only solace during this time was taking my big Harley for long rides. The big Fat Bob was the only indulgence of my wealth I had taken so far, and riding along country roads alone gave me a sense freedom and allowed me to relax. One day I just kept on going. I called the folks that night from about 200 miles away, and told them I was going to travel some and not to worry. I would be in touch.

That was how my odyssey began. I would ride until I found a place that looked interesting. Then I would hang around until the urge to move on came and I would crank that big Harley engine to life, and off I’d go. This went on for several months until I ran in to Tommy Ledbedder at the VA hospital in Raleigh. He was an old buddy from the Teams. He was wounded once, and the wound left him with a disability that ended his career. I had Escort bayan been wounded as well, but no where near as badly. His gave him a 40% disability, mine only 10%. But every so often I had to go and be checked by the VA. We literally bumped into one another in the waiting room each waiting to be called for his exam.

We reminisced, told war stories, and sea stories. Our conversation continued over dinner, and led us to talk about current situations. Tommy asked, “What’re you up to now Doc?” Corpsmen in independent situations, like the Teams, are affectionately called Doc by their teammates.

I told him the story of my odyssey, and he listened like a good friend. He then told me that he had gone back to Carolina to the family business, boat building. They were successful at it and Tommy and his brothers were partners after their dad passed away. When we left to go our separate ways Tommy gave me his address and said the door was open if I found myself anywhere near his home. He also told me I had a job any time I wanted one. I hadn’t mentioned my financial independence in our conversation. I still felt self conscious about it.

After spending some time in Florida I began drifting north again. When I crossed into North Carolina on I95 I began to think about Tommy. I stopped at a rest area and checked a map, turned off the interstate at the next exit and headed east. Tommy and his family welcomed me, gave me a place to stay and made me feel at home. After a few days of wandering the area and meeting the people I decided to stay a while. I even accepted Tommy’s job offer to fill the time with.

That was about 3 months ago. Tonight I’m in Rudy’s the bar Tommy brought me to that first night in town. It’s one of those comfortable places. The music is not so loud you can’t hear yourself think. There are a couple of pool tables, half a dozen tables and the same number of booths. The jukebox is filled with CW music, which I have learned to enjoy, with a small dance floor in front of it. The clientele is kind of varied. There are locals from the boat works in the area, fishermen, the occasional Marine from Camp Lejeune not too far away, and the townies. They are usually an older crowd, which is fine with me. I have never been able to get in to the modern young people club scene.

The place isn’t crowded tonight as it usually is on a Friday. That’s because of the big VFW dance. Two of my co-workers are shooting pool and swapping fish stories in the corner. 3 couples are spread through the tables and booths, myself and a couple of fishermen I know are at the bar make up the business tonight. It’s about 9 PM and I’m working on my 3rd glass of MGD since arriving a little while ago. The front door opens with a jingle and 3 women walk in. I have seen each of them around town. The tall skinny one is one of the checkers at the local Piggly Wiggly market, and the short chubby one works at the beauty parlor. The 3rd one is the one that has my eye though.

She doesn’t work around town, but I have seen her going about her shopping. I have watched her from afar for some time. At first glance she looks thin, but then you notice her height, which must be about 5’7″ or 5’8″, you realize her 125 or so pounds is well distributed. While her figure is slim it has provocative swells in all the right places. Her breasts look to be a little more than a handful with enough left over to fill a man’s mouth with. The hips swell elegantly and her buns are very shapely and appear firm. There are long legs that look skinny until you study them for a while, and you notice they are well muscled and sculpted. The lady definitely takes care of herself. I have not seen her close enough before to really study her face. The dim lighting of the bar still makes it difficult, but I can see more than I could before. Her brown hair is long and styled nicely. The face is thin with a nice nose. Her eyes are well spaced, large and appear dark. Her lips are luscious, full and very kissable, and her skin is dark, but I’m not able to tell if it is natural or from constant tanning. The overall picture is enough to make a man drool in his beer, like I’m doing now.

I turn my barstool so that my back is to the bar to give me a better angle to study this lady. The next couple of hours pass nicely with conversation, beer and ogling a beautiful woman. We make eye contact once or twice. She just smiles and goes back to chatting with her friends. At about 11 the front door slams open and a large man stands in the doorway. He’s about 6’4″, weighs about 260, has a big beer belly covered by a camouflage T-shirt, and a John Deere ball cap pushed back on his head. He looks to be about 50 with a red face and mean eyes. He steps into the bar and looks from one end to the other and stops when his eyes fall on the last table next to the jukebox where the 3 women are sitting. The hairs on the back of my neck stand tall as they did when I sensed unseen danger in combat. Bayan escort I know there is gong to be trouble, but hold my ground to see what form it takes.

The big man lumbers across the floor to the table with the 3 women. He nods at skinny and chubby then glares at the object of my ogling. She looks up at him and smiles a smile that would leave most men week in the knees. I can only hear parts of the conversation over the jukebox until he starts to get loud. I can hear her say, ” Hi honey.”

He responds with, ” What the hell are you doin’ here Doreen? I been waitin’ at the house for over an hour. I told you when I got back from fishin’ I’d be hungry. Now git your sorry ass home and fix me somethin’.” My lady fair’s friends begin to cower. Everyone in the bar has turned toward the loud voices.

Beauty looked at her watch and starts to jump up saying, ‘I’m sorry Jed I” That’s as far as she gets, and she never makes it to her feet. A big meaty hand comes out of nowhere and slaps her face. The blow sends her flying into the jukebox to bounce off and land on the floor hard on those beautiful buns. She looks stunned as the big man reaches down and grabs her roughly by an arm to drag her up, his other hand rears back in a fist to throw a punch at her.

The punch is never thrown. How I get there I’ll never know. I don’t even remember leaving the barstool. By the time his arm comes all the way back I grab his wrist and apply pressure to the pressure point there. One part of my training that had fascinated me was martial arts. I became especially intrigued with the use of pressure points. Slight pressure to these areas could quickly easily and quietly incapacitate an enemy. I have become very proficient at it, and use it now. A lesser man would be on his knees in pain, but he is a strong man. All I do is get his attention, but I know that his hand will be useless for the next 20 minutes or so. His eyes register the pain I’m inflicting.

He looks at me and growls, “You ought not come ‘tween a man and his wife when they’s arguin’ boy. You might git hurt. Who made you her knight in shinin’ armor anyway.”

“You did.” I replied, “By starting it in public. Where I come from we have our family squabbles in private. We also don’t beat our women. I suggest you let go of her arm now.”

I saw a look in his eyes that said he would come at me when he let her go. With an edge to my voice I say, “Are you ready to die?” The look in my eye and the tone of my voice make him hesitate. He knows I’m very serious. I continue, “You see I am, I have nothing to lose. If you come at me you better be prepared to kill me. If you don’t I will kill you. You are too big for me to take any chances.” One of the things I learned from the veterans about combat was that to survive you have to be prepared to die physically, mentally, and emotionally. That attitude saved my life more than once because it gave me an edge. Apparently this man isn’t prepared to die for the woman he calls his wife.

He lets go of her and I let go of him. I watch him warily as he tries to rub feeling back into his hand, all the while he looks at me with hate filled eyes. I say, “Mr., you better leave now.” Over my shoulder I call to Rudy, “If he’s not out of here in 2 minutes call the police.” Rudy walks to the phone behind the bar and stands next to it watching us. The big man walks slowly past me to the door. I turn with him never taking my eyes from his.

When the door closes I turn back around. Doreen’s two friends are still sitting there with astounded looks on their faces. Doreen is still on the floor rubbing her arm where her husband had grabbed to pull her up. I get down with her and ask if she is all right. She is still stunned and can only nod her head in reply. I help her up and over to the bar to one of the stools. In the light from the bar I get a good look at her face for the first time. She is truly beautiful. She is older than I first assumed, probably in her 40’s. But the few lines on her face only add character and enhance her beauty. I also notice the mouse forming under her left eye. I turn to Rudy and say, “How about a towel with ice in it Rudy, please?”

I place the towel with ice in it on her eye. She winces a little and that seems to bring her back to reality. Her big brown eyes look in to mine and she says, “Thanks, mister. My name is Doreen Dickens.” She holds out her hand and I take it. The handshake is dry and firm. The voice is the pure Carolina drawl that I have come to enjoy hearing in the women. I am becoming more enthralled with this woman by the minute.

“Hello,” I reply, “My name is John Manetti. It’s a pleasure to meet you Doreen. Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes. And thank you for coming to my rescue. You’re that young fella I’ve seen riding around on the big motorcycle right?” She smiles that beautiful smile and I melt. I’m hooked.

“Yes ma’am. Guilty as charged.”

“Please don’t call me Escort ma’am. It makes me feel old. Please, call me Doreen.”

“All right. Doreen it is.”

I think about recent events and say, “Does he do that often, Doreen? Hit you I mean?”

“He didn’t used to. But since he lost his job a while back he seems to get more violent all the time. I guess his ego hurts because we have to live off my salary. He’s beginning to take it out on me, and I sure don’t like that.”

The look in his eyes has me worried a little, and I tell her so. “Do you have a place to stay for tonight? I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to go home just now.”

She thinks about it for a moment. ” I think you’re right John.” She looks past my shoulder and says, “Shelly, can you put me up for the night?”

I look over my shoulder and realize that Doreen’s 2 friends are standing behind me as I talk to her. The tall skinny one says, “Sure honey. You come home with me tonight. That SOB don’t deserve you, and he just might take more out on you for what happened tonight.”

With that the tension seems to break and everybody can breathe a collective sigh. Doreen’s friends go back to their table to collect their things, and return to where we are at the bar. Her friend Shelly says, “C’mon honey. Let’s get you home to a hot bath and bed. That should make you feel some better.”

Doreen nods and reaches behind her to put the sodden towel on the bar. When she gets off the stool her knees start to buckle. If I weren’t here to catch her she would wind up on the floor again. I slide my arm around her trim waist and her arm around my shoulder to brace her. She looks up at me and smiles, “Thanks again John. You do seem to be here when I need you most.”

“Your servant ma’am.” As I begin to assist her to the door. My every sense is aware of the fact that I have my arm around a very beautiful woman. Her close proximity also allows me to get a whiff of her perfume, which is intoxicating. I become acutely aware of several other things as well. My hand around her waist has come to rest on the swell of her hip where it joins her side. I feel her warm flesh through her shirt and it’s warm soft and inviting. She is tight against my side and I can feel her breast pressed tantalizingly against my rib cage. We are walking so close together that our thighs rub with each step and the friction of her well toned and shapely thigh against mine, as well as the other delights I sense are causing a stirring in me that I haven’t felt in some time. It makes me sort of uncomfortable too. I have no right to be feeling this way. We have just met and she is another man’s wife. The fact that he is more bully than husband is no reason for me to have the feelings I’m having just now.

When we reach the parking lot Shelly goes to her car and unlocks it. I take Doreen to the rear passenger door and open it for her. She stands in front of me preparing to get in when she stops. She turns toward me and wobbles a little bit. I put my hands on her hips to steady her as she looks up in to my eyes. The look in her eyes is hard to understand. It is a cross between thank you, I think I like you a lot, and I want you to make love to me right here. Her warm hands come up to my face on either side, and she pulls my face to hers. She kisses me warmly and gently on the mouth. It is more than sisterly, but not passionate. I can sense that her passion is close to the surface and she trembles a little. She leans forward slightly and I feel her breasts touching my chest. Their warmth is thrilling and very inviting. I have all I can do to keep my hands where they are, and not enfold her in my arms and make the kiss the most passionate of all time. The kiss ends and she pulls back a little. She looks up into my eyes again and gives me that devastating smile. “Thank you John Manetti. I hope to see you again sometime.” With that she gets in the car and closes the door.

I turn to see Shelly standing there watching us. She has a bemused expression on her face like she wishes it were her I had just kissed. My medical training starts to show as I ask her if she knows the signs to look for in case Doreen has more than a mild concussion. She says no, and I proceed to give her a layman’s rundown of what to watch out for and what to do. She says, “I’ll keep a close eye on her, and do what needs doin’. Why don’t you stop by my place tomorrow and check on her yourself?”

I told her I would, but not to wait for me if any of what I had told her was seen. She assures me she won’t as she gets in the car and starts the engine. She tells me her address and says she will see me tomorrow.

When I reach the bar Rudy hands me a fresh glass of draft. I swallow about half of it gratefully. I haven’t realized how thirsty I am. Rudy is the owner as well as the night bar tender. We have become friends in the past 3 months. When I place the half-full glass on the bar he says, “Thanks for not letting that get out of hand, John.”

“You’re welcome Rudy, but it was touch and go there for a few seconds.”

“I noticed.” He replied, “I just hope you haven’t bitten off more that you can chew.”

“How so,” I asked.

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After that first weekend with Myia we continued our father/ daughter incestuous relationship. We were careful not to let her four year old son catch us. As for my wife, she was hardly ever at home and when she was she occupied a room on one side of the house and I on the other. My house is a six bedroom ranch style of about forty two hundred square feet.

I had converted one of the bedrooms to a home office. Tanya, my wife, occupied one bedroom. Myia and Brandon each had a room of their own.

It turned out that my wife was gone two weeks and three days on her “business” trip. During that Time my daughter and I made love and fucked like newly weds.

We fucked in the bar, on the patio, in the kitchen and in my office.

As time passed we made love at least four times a week. Eventually we expanded our sexual activities to include others. We had three-sums with m/f/m and f/m/f. We also did some hard swing with couples. Only the very closest know that Myia is my daughter.

One night we had a three-sum with a man that we brought home with us from the club. Kip, the man we brought home, and I stood at the bar while Myia changed into something more comfortable. I had poured us a drink and as we sipped our drinks and waited for Myia he asked me if I was bi-sexual.

I replied, “Yes I am and I do get great pleasure in servicing a man.”

Kip took my hand and placed it on his thigh next to his crotch.

I moved my hand over the bulge in his pants and felt a nice sized cock coming to attention.

I unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt and opened the button fastener. His pants dropped to the floor around his ankles. I pulled his boxers down and they joined his pants. He stepped out of them as I gripped his now turgid cock.

I dropped to my knees and brought his cock to my lips. I kissed the head and licked the pre-cum that was forming at the slit. I sucked his mushroom head into my mouth and run my tongue up and down on his shaft. With one hand I cupped his large, clean shaven balls as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock.

I sucked his eight inch cock as I worked it all into my mouth and down my throat. I ran my tongue up, down and around his cock as I sucked and massaged his cock head with my throat muscles.

I soon felt his cock stiffen a little and the head twitch as he got ready to shoot his load. I took his ass cheeks into my hands and held him in place as I backed his cock out of my throat. He started shooting his cum into my mouth, he squirted four times as he emptied his balls. I swallowed all of his cum and licked his cock clean.

As I let his cock drop from my mouth I heard Myia say, “I do hope you left something for me.”

Kip responded, “I have plenty more. I usually cum fairly quickly the first time, but then I am good for at least three more times and last much longer.”

I stood up and looked at Myia. She was wearing a sheer lilac colored negligee and a very large smile. I wasn’t sure if the smile was from what Kip said or the sight of his magnificent cock.

Myia came to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth searching for any remnants of Kips cum. After cleaning his cum from my mouth she broke our kiss.

“mmmmmmmmm that is wonderful tasting cum” Myia stated as she stepped over to Kip. She took his hardening cock into one hand as she wrapped her other arm around his neck. She pulled his lips to hers and gave him what appeared to be a very passionate kiss.

She broke the kiss and stepped back. She pretended to pout as she said, “I should have known you two would start with out me and you haven’t even fixed me a drink.”

I went behind the bar to fix a drink for Myia. She stepped closer to Kip and began toying with the buttons on his shirt as she teasingly unfastened them.

She soon had his shirt off and on the floor with his pants.

Myia lightly tweaked his nipples then kissed each of them before she suckled on one, then the other. Kip took each of Myia’s tits into his hands and softly massaged them.

I sat Myia’s drink on the bar and she pulled away from Kip.

Myia picked her drink up and as she took the first sip I caught her eyes looking at me over the rim of the glass. Her eyes showed a deep smoldering passion as well as happiness.

I watched as Myia and Kip fondled and got to know each other.

Realizing that I was slightly over dressed I stripped my clothing off, letting all of it fall to the floor.

The only thing Kip and I have on now are two hard cocks.

I took my drink, retreated to a couch and watched.

Myia Escort bayan had each of Kips ass cheeks in her hands as he started getting her out of her negligee. She let go of his ass and he removed her negligee.

They stood there in all their naked glory as they each ran their eyes over the other. Once again they kissed as they caressed each other.

Myia held Kips cock in her hand as she slowly jacked it. She threw her head back as he bent down kissing her neck. He soon moved on down to her tits where he kissed and suckled each of them. He dropped one hand to her cunt. He squeezed and massaged her mound of joy and slipped a finger inside her.

Myia held onto Kip’s hard cock as she led him to some of the throw pillows on the floor. She slipped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. As she sucked his cock she massaged his smooth balls. She took his cock out of her mouth, licked her lips and pulled him down onto the pillows beside her.

She lay on her back, legs spread open with her knees bent as she guided his cock to her pussy.

She rubbed the head of his stiff cock between the lips guarding her garden of joy. She guided his cock head to the entrance of her love tunnel.

She held him there momentarily then let go of his manhood.

Kip slowly sank his very hard shaft into Myia. When he had sunk all eight inches into her he lay still, letting her get use to his length and girth. She raised her legs up around his hips and he began slowly pumping into her. As Kip pumped his cock in and out Myia pumped back against him meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own.

I could tell from her moaning and mewling Myia was having waves of orgasms. True to his word Kip lasted a very long time. As Myia writhed and mewled beneath him Kip started thrusting harder and faster.

Kip suddenly thrust balls deep and held himself there as he let out a guttural moan. Myia’s legs clamped tighter around Kips hips as she too started her big climax. She loudly mewled and moaned as she rode the crescendo of wave after wave of orgasms.

As her orgasms subsided she loosened her legs around Kips hips. Her legs opened as she lay there twitching beneath him.

Kip lowered his body onto Myia and kissed her. When her twitching stopped he broke their kiss and pulled his cock from her sopping pussy.

Kip slid down between her legs and began lapping the juices from her well fucked pussy.

Myia got Kip to move into a sixty-nine position and took his cock into her mouth.

As they cleaned each other I joined them on the pillows.

Myia finished licking Kip’s cock clean and reached out for me. With an open lipped passionate kiss her tongue reached for my tonsils then danced with my tongue.

Myia reached down and took hold of my hard cock. She broke our kiss and took my cock into her mouth. As she sucked my cock, Kip finished cleaning her pussy. He then joined her and they took turns sucking me.

Myia stopped sucking my cock leaving it for Kip to enjoy. She began playing with my tits. She gently and softly suckled my tits as Kip sucked my cock.

I in turn had Kip’s cock in one hand and the other massaging Myia’s tits.

My cock started twitching and I could feel my cum starting to roil up my cock.

Kip sensed I was about to cum and clamped his lips on my cock as I started shooting. I gave him three large squirts of cum. He kept my cock in his mouth as he licked around my shaft. When he took my cock out of his mouth he licked the slit for any remaining cum then kissed it before dropping it.

We all lay there basking in the after glow of our love making for awhile.

Eventually we all rose to our feet and took a seat at the bar. I fixed each of us a drink and as we sipped our drinks we discussed whether Kip could stay the weekend.

Myia stated, “Brandon is at his father’s and Tanya is gone for a couple of weeks. That means we have the house to ourselves until Sunday evening.”

“That is true,” I replied, “But perhaps we should ask Kip if he wants to stay.”

Kip stated, “I have just had some of the most amazing sex of my life. I will certainly stay for the weekend.”

“Good,” I stated and then continued, “Is anyone hungry, we have been sucking and fucking for about four hours now. Maybe we should eat something.

Myia and Kip were busy exploring each others tonsils as I went to the kitchen to prepare some food. I put some steaks on and went back to the bar to ask Kip how he liked his steak. When I got there Myia was seated on a couch and Kip was on the floor with his head buried between her legs.

I Bayan escort changed my mind about asking him and went back to the kitchen. I prepared the steaks medium well and while the steaks rested I scrambled a dozen eggs.

I brought the food to the dining table and went to the bar to tell Myia and Kip that the food was ready.

This time when I got there Myia was kneeling on the floor and was vigorously sucking Kip’s cock.

Before saying anything I watched them and all of a sudden Kip’s hips rose from the couch, Myia clutched his ass cheeks and with a mighty ARGGGGHHH Kip started shooting his load into Myia’s mouth.

When they settled down a little I told them the food was ready.

As we ate we talked and got to know each other a little better. Kip was here on a temporary assignment for his company. His home office is in San Francisco and he will be here for about two months.

He is divorced and has a twenty-five year old daughter. He also told us that she had made some sexual overtures to him. He had turned her advances away but said he was really tempted to give her what she was asking for but is afraid of the repercussions of such an act.

I looked at Myia with a questioning look. She nodded her head slightly.

I cleared my throat and said, “Kip, Myia and I are father and daughter. About ten years ago we consummated our father daughter relationship.. At the time I had a touch of paranoia about any body finding out but as time passed I become very relaxed about it. Only a very few close friends know about us.”

Silence permeated the room for a few minutes and I continued, “Whether you and your daughter consummate your love for each other is solely your own business. I do know that for Myia and myself it has been a more fulfilled life since that first time. Right after the first time we made love we fucked like two teenagers that had just discovered sex. We just could not get enough of each other.”

Kip remained silent, Myia broke the silence, “I know how your daughter feels, at least I know how I felt. After I finally got my father to make love to me I have become more fulfilled. Sexually as well as emotionally. It could be your daughter will feel the same way.” Myia took a deep breath then said, “Even if one or both of you decide to never do that again at least you will know.” Then after a short pause, “I think we should get some sleep and enjoy more sex later.”

Kip had his choice of the guest room or the bed where Myia and I will be.

He choose to sleep with us.

We went to my room. Myia got in the middle of the bed with Kip on one side of her and I on the other.

I lay there for awhile thinking about Kips cock and how much I would like for him to fuck me. As I lay there I felt the bed shift some and a hand take hold of my cock. I reached over between Myia’s legs and found another hand on her pussy and slowly finger-fucking her. I looked at Myia and Kip was kissing her. He had one hand in her pussy and the other gripping my cock as he slowly jacked me.

I reached over and took one of Myia’s tits in my hand. As I did so she rolled onto her side which dislodged Kips hand from my now hard cock. She pushed her ass against my cock indicating that she wanted me to fuck her anally. I momentarily rolled away from her and retrieved a tube of lubricant from the night stand.

I used a liberal amount of lube as I worked it into her anal canal. I worked three fingers into her being sure that plenty of lube was there. I then slathered some on my hard cock and pressed the head against her rosebud. As I applied a little pressure against her she pushed back against me. Suddenly her sphincter muscle relaxed and the head of my cock popped into her. I lay there maintaining just a slight amount of pressure against her, letting her control the penetration. When I was balls deep inside her she lay still for a few seconds then rolled over on me a little bit which allowed Kips cock access to her pussy.

Kip slowly worked his cock into her cunt and I could feel the progress he was making. We could feel each others cock through the thin wall separating her love canal from her rectum.

We both began thrusting our cocks in and out of her. As he thrust forward I pulled back and as I thrust forward he pulled back. Myia kept tempo to our thrusts she pumped forward when Kip thrust in and back as I thrust in.

We fucked for several minutes. Myia was mewling with pleasure as she was having small orgasms. Suddenly her anus muscles clamped around my cock and I knew her pussy muscles were doing the same on Kip’s cock.

We sped up the tempo and Myia Escort started panting fuck, .. fuck .. fuck ..FUCKKKKKKK. She had a mighty orgasm which triggered mine, I shot four blasts of cum deep in her bowels. I felt Kip cum and he pumped another four shots into her pussy.

We lay there in a tangle of bodies too spent to move. We fell asleep with my cock in my daughters ass and Kips cock in her pussy.

I awoke a few hours later. I looked at Myia and Kip and saw they were still asleep. My cock had slipped out of Myia while I was asleep. I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up.

I quietly retrieved a thin robe and walked to the door as I was putting it on.

I went to the bar and fixed a pot of coffee. When the coffee was ready I poured a cup and carried it out onto the patio. I sat on the porch swing and slowly sipped the hot coffee. My cup was about half empty when I sensed someone behind me. It was Kip coming through the door with a cup of coffee in his hand.

He was wearing one of my robes and as he sat down on the swing beside me he said, “I hope you do not mind my wearing one of your robes.”

“No of course not,” I responded. Then I went on, “We gave Myia a good sexual workout, she will probably sleep another three or four hours.”

“No offense intended,” Kip began, “but Myia is one sexy little minx.”

I chuckled then replied, “No offense taken, the truth is never offensive.” Then I continued, “She is very sexually uninhibited. She sexually enjoys men as well as women. We also have three sums with two females and myself However not as often as m/f/m. Myia knows my sexual preference is men.”

Kip stated, “I have been thinking about you and your daughter, what you said about your love for each other. I would love having the same kind of relationship with my daughter.” He fell silent for several seconds then continued, “When I get home I am going to make love to my daughter.”

“Well Kip I certainly hope it turns out as well for you and your daughter as it has for Myia and myself.”

Kip and I filled the time while waiting for Myia to awaken with some fantastic sex.

Kip stated, “I have never done a double penetration before. That was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had,” he paused then said, “I have never fucked an ass.”

I replied, “It really is not much different than fucking a woman’s pussy. However you do need to let the person you are fucking control the initial penetration. I paused then continued, “My ass has had so much cum pumped into it I I often think of it as my cunt.”

We were sitting naked on the couch at this point and as we talked I had hold of his cock and was slowly jacking him.

Kip reached to me and pulled my lips to his , giving me an open lipped kiss with his tongue deep in my mouth.

When he broke the kiss he stated in a barely audible whisper, “I want to fuck you.”

I stood up in front of him and with a knee on either side of his hips I straddled him. An abundant amount of pre-cum was flowing from his cock. I reached behind me, took hold of his cock and guided it to my opening. I slowly applied downward pressure until his cock head popped past my sphincter muscles. I paused getting use to the girth of his cock then slowly inched him deeper into me.. I finally got him balls deep in me.

As Kip penetrated me we were facing each other, staring into each others eyes.

When Kip was fully engulfed in my anal canal I leaned forward and kissed him.

His lips parted and our tongues started dancing with each other.

We broke our kiss and Kip stated, “Wow, this is fantastic. I have never felt anything like this before. Fucking pussy is great but if this is how fucking ass feels I will be fucking many more.”

I started pumping up and down on his cock and he began thrusting his hips upwards meeting me with thrusts of his own.

We fucked for several minutes. I felt his cock stiffen a little and its head twitch as he prepared to shoot his cum into me. I slammed my ass down on his cock as I felt the first volley of his cum. I felt him shoot four more times deep into me as I began my climax

As his cock began to soften I massaged it with my ass muscles, milking all of the cum from it. Keeping a grip on his cock holding it in me, I leaned forward. We embraced and shared a passionate kiss.

We broke our kiss and I eased his cock out of me. It made a popping sound as it fell from my fuck hole. I felt the cum running out of me and hurried to the toilet. By the time I got there was an extra-ordinary amount of cum sliding down my legs. After depositing all that I could in the toilet I got in the shower.

As I showered I thought, ‘I feel well fucked.’

We spent the rest of the weekend fucking and sucking in just about any way you can imagine. We sucked and fucked as a three sum and also one on one.

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