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My First Time At A Nude Beach Ch. 1

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I’m a 25-year-old straight male. Since very young, I’ve always known that I’m an exhibitionist. I love to be seen naked. Just the thought of it arouses me. During my teenage years, my mind was always filled with imaginations of different situations of how I could be seen naked, accidentally or with a reason. Situations such as being asked by female doctors to get undressed, the sales woman walking in as I was trying on new pants, modeling nude for art students, streaking in public places and getting caught by women excited me. These scenes of imagination accompanied me for many years as I was growing up. I thought I was abnormal or had some kind of psychological problem. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties and the Internet became widely available that I learned about exhibitionism, that there are millions of other people like me who enjoy exposing themselves to strangers of the opposite sex.

My first experience of actually pursuing my “exhibitionist career” was at a nude beach. Of course, prior to that, there had been naturally occurring situations that I got a taste of the thrill of showing my penis such as doctor’s visits, which I’ll soon write about. But going to nude beaches was the first time I got to be naked in public, in front of people without having to have a reason or excuse!

I was 18 then, just gotten my drivers license. Suddenly I realize my world had expanded! I could go anywhere and do anything I want! It was almost like I had grown a pair of wings overnight! I’d heard about such thing as nude beaches where people could be naked under broad daylight. To an 18-year-old- virgin-exhibitionist-boy, that was simply Heaven! More important, it was no longer something I could only imagine and masturbate about anymore. It was real and a place where I could finally live out my fantasies! I was then sure that Heaven does exists and it isn’t a lifetime away but rather, a drive away! The thought of going to a nude beach excited me so much that I got an erection every time I thought about it and had to masturbate! I would come so hard every time!

I didn’t know anything about nude beaches, other than that you could get naked on them. I didn’t know where they were, whether they were free, or if an 18-year-old boy could get in. Do guys there all have erections? All these questions were yet for me to explore. This was before the time of Internet so I went to the bookstore and tried to find information about it. As luck would have it, I found a book titled California Beaches. It listed information about every little beach in California. It tells you directions, phone numbers, facilities, critics, ratings and most important, whether a beach is “Clothing Optional”. I was very surprised to find out that not too far from where I lived, there were 3 of them. And if I wanted to drive further, there were a lot more! With so many choices I simply picked the closest one. It was this little private beach just north of Half Moon Bay. Those that know the area would for sure know what I’m talking about.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when I packed my little backpack. That was easy! Just a towel, some lotion and some water! Nope, didn’t need my trunks! Just on that thought my penis hardened instantly. It stayed hard almost through that whole day! I’d memorized the driving directions long before, so I was racing the old Volvo my parents had given me all the way to the beach. Come to think about it now, I was really lucky I didn’t get into any accidents or got pullover by cops. I must’ve been driving at least 80 miles per hour most of the time. When I got to the parking lot, I was disappointed to see only a about a dozen cars parked. I was hoping it’d be full of people! Still, I was so excited to finally be there that I had to just sit in the car for a few minutes to calm down and catch my breath. My heart was beating so hard that I could actually hear it.

While I was sitting there in the car, I looked around. The beach is actually right under the cliff where the parking lot is on. I wanted to take a look at the beach but only the Pacific Ocean could be seen behind me. I would have to walk close to the cliff and look down to see the beach. Just as I was about to do that, I saw a beautiful blonde stepping out of her car just about 50 feet from me. She had a very girl-next-door face. Kind of plain but cute. She was in her late twenties and about 5’5″ tall with a very well proportioned figure. Her blonde hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail that ran just past her shoulder. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a tank top. She stood there by her car and looked around for a little bit. I could tell that it was her first time there also. She held her hand up just above her eyes to block the sun and looked into my direction for about a minute. I guessed she was looking at the beautiful waves of the ocean just as I was doing before she stepped out of her car. I didn’t think she could see me because of the glare on my windshield.

After about a minute or so, she nolu escort did something I totally didn’t expect. She turned around and took a backpack out of her car and placed it on the hood. With her back turned to me now, she opened the zipper of the bag and, with one motion, she took off her tank top. That caught me totally by surprise. There she was, a total stranger, a fine blonde woman with her shirt off, just 50 feet in front of me in a parking lot. That was the first time I was close to a live naked woman! She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see her smooth and slightly tanned back with just a hint of bikini tan line. As she leaned over a little to dig through her backpack, I could catch a clear view of the side of her breast but not the nipple. My heart had started to pound again just as it clamed down a little. And needless to say, my penis was fully erected by now.

She took about 30 seconds to fold up the tank top she just taken off and dig through the bag. Then she took out a bright yellow bikini top and started to put it on. As she reached back to tie the string in the back I’d gotten so excited that I had to do something about it. I didn’t want to start jerking off yet so I ran my fingers over my nipples through my t-shirt. It felt so good! After she finished tying the top, she proceeded to get out of her jeans. She bent over as she pulled them down and stepped out of them. She was wearing a simple pink cotton panty. The fabric on the back was kind of narrow but not so narrow as a thong. It covered about a third of her beautiful round ass. As she bent down, I could almost see her ass crack through the thin material. Then she stood up and once again folded the jeans on the hood of the car. She spent about another 30 seconds doing that and all the while I was looking at her standing there in her panties while I played with my nipples through my t-shirt. I could feel my hard-on throbbing against my shorts. When she finished folding the jeans, she slowly tugged her thumbs on the waistband of her cute little pink panties. She looked to the left and right, making sure no one was looking at her, then she nervously bent over and pulled them down. As she did that, I was just at the perfect angle to catch a glimpse of her cute little light brown ass-hole. With that I let out a soft moan. She must have heard me because she quickly stood up with her hands holding the panties and put them in front of her crotch as to cover it. She looked around nervously. When she looked into my direction, I was sure she had seen me. The sight of this young blonde in her bikini top nervously covering her naked crotch with her hands and seeing me looking at her almost made me come right there! But apparently she still couldn’t see me because of the glare. After looking around a bit, she seemed to beconvinced that no one was around. She quickly took a matching bright yellow bikini bottom out of her bag and put it on. As she bent over to do that, she turned to a slightly different angle and that allowed me the view of her natural untrimmed blonde pubic hair. At that, I had to stop touching myself completely or I would come right there in my pants!

When she got done changing into her bikini, she put the jeans and the tank top in the back seat, locked the doors and picked up her backpack from the hood. She started walking toward the entrance of the private beach, which was behind me to my left, so she was kind of walking toward me. That gave me an exciting idea. I decided to let her know that I’d been there whole time but not to make it clear whether I’d seen her getting changed or not. So, when she was about 20 feet away, I got out of my car with my backpack. As I closed the door, I saw her looking at me with a really surprised look on her face. Then the surprised look was quickly replaced by an embarrassed look. Her cute face had turned red so quickly and that embarrassed her even more. Like I said, I didn’t want to be too obvious whether I’d seen her getting changed or not, so I acted like nothing happened. I smiled and nodded my head politely as a simple hello gesture. She nodded back with a very shy smile. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she ran her finger through her hair behind her left ear. That was such a cute look! With that I just turned around and walked toward the entrance. I knew she must have been wondering whether I saw her not when she took off her clothes just a minute ago. I find the thought of it extremely erotic! I was glad she was walking behind me now, because the huge tent in my shorts would’ve been a give away!

The concrete road that leads down to the gate was pretty steep but fortunately it was only about 40 feet long. Past the gate there was a little ticket stand. A sign next to it read: Clothing optional beach. Open 10:00AM to sunset. $5.00 Admission. That was a pretty cheap price to pay to go to Heaven, I thought. Behind the ticket stand, there was a little hut about 30 feet away that displayed some snacks and drinks. A middle-aged woman çorlu escort was just finishing putting some drinks in a cooler when she noticed me. She smiled and said hi and proceeded to walk toward me as I took out a $5.00 bill from my pocket. While I was waiting, I looked back up the steep road I just came down. The blonde was now carefully walking down. She had her hands up in the air in front of her for balance. As she was coming down at such a steep angle, her breast was really bouncing with every step. They weren’t too big, just the perfect size! That was quite a sight! A fine young blonde in bright yellow bikini coming down a steep road with her breast bouncing up and down! I keep my eyes on her and it wasn’t until she was about 20 feet away that she noticed my stare. Once again she was embarrassed; she must’ve figured out what I was looking at right away, so she put her left arm across her breasts to stop the bouncing. As she did that, she gave me that shy smile again. Although it turned me on so much, I didn’t want to be rude. So I turned back to the ticket stand. By now the middle-aged woman was only a couple of steps away.

“Hello, how are you?” she said with a very motherly tone.

“Oh I’m fine, thank you!” I replied.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” again with that motherly tone.

“It sure is!”I didn’t want to linger there. “So it’s five dollars?” I asked as I handed her the bill.

“Ok,” she handed me a little raffle ticket. “Here you go!”

By now, the blonde had gotten to the ticket stand. “Oh, it’s five dollars?” She said to the middle-aged woman as she swung her backpack to the front and unzipped the outside pocket of it. She had a very sweet and feminine voice.

“Yes,” said the lady as she tore another ticket.

I decided to comment on the fact that this is a nudist beach in front of the blonde. So I asked the woman as the blonde was handing her the money, “So can I undress here or do I have to wait until I’m down at the beach?”

The blonde looked at me with a hint of that smile on her face but more shy than anything. At that close I could see that she couldn’t have been more than 25. She had very smooth and just slightly tanned skin. She looked away as she swung her bag back on her right shoulder, but I knew she was still listening.

“Oh that’s up to you. We preferred our guess to stay clothed up here because not everyone is a nudist.” the woman explained.

I really wanted to take off my clothes right there next to the blonde. The thought of it excited me so much. But I knew I would also get an enormous erection if I did,and that would be embarrassing. So I simply said, “Ok, thanks!” and started to walk toward the beach.

I heard the women converse just a little more behind me as I started going down on the long wooden steps that lead to the beach at the bottom of the cliff. It would take about a minute to walk down. About half way down, I could start to see the beach revealed behind the cliff. It was such a beautiful beach on a beautiful day! Stretched only about a quarter of a mile, it was a rather small beach. There were only about 10 people scattered around, 2 couples and the rest were all singles. They were all either sitting or laying in the nude. I couldn’t make out the details. From that far, it’s even hard to tell their sex. But still, seeing all these people hanging out naked in public and knowing I would be one of them in just minutes made my heart started to pound again.

Suddenly I had one of my naughty ideas again! I would get naked right there and finishing going down the steps slowly so the blonde would pass me from behind and see me naked! How exciting! With that thought I quickly took my t-shirt and my shorts off and threw them in my backpack. And there I was! The first time ever totally naked in broad daylight! I’d dreamt of it and masturbated on it all my life and it was finally coming true! I was so nervous with anticipations that I my throat felt totally dry! And to my surprise, I didn’t get an erection although it was the most aroused I’d ever been! My small-5-inches-penis was hanging free in the northern Californian breeze!

I continued walking down the steps very slowly and within seconds I heard footsteps behind me. Still far but I was sure she could see me. As the sound of her steps getting closer and closer, I slowed down even more. Taking once step at a time, pretending I was enjoying the scenery. Finally, about 10 steps shy from the bottom, I heard her coming right up behind me. I half turned around and bared to the right a little to let her pass. I could smell the natural feminine scent on her. It was so sweet. Her face was even redder by now. She was still very shy and avoided looking at my eyes. So she just looked down with that little smile on her face and her right hand running through her hair behind her ear again. The steps weren’t too wide, so when she passed me, she had to turn toward me a little and when she did that, she was still denizli escort looking down. In other words, she looked directly at my exposed penis at a very close distance. I could’ve sworn she heard my heart pounding as clear as I did. What did she think? Was the situation innocent enough? Or did she know that I had planned it and was getting a thrill by it? Would she be offended if she knew how turned on I was exposing my penis to her? Or was she just as excited as I was? Did she want to look at my penis too and was pretending otherwise? These questions would never be answered. The mystery of it still arouses me to this day!

When she passed by me, her right leg slightly brushed against my left. That felt so wonderful! As it happened, she whispered shyly, “Excuse me,” still looking directly at my penis! The fact that a 25-year old blonde woman was looking at my penis, brushing her leg against mine and talking to me at the same time was more than I could handle. My mouth was so dry I couldn’t say a word. My penis had throbbed up just a little bit as though it was responding to her. Did she see that? That must’ve been a give away!

She continued walking down without stopping. The whole encounter probably only took about 3 seconds but it had been playing in slow motion in my mind for almost 15 years now!

As I followed down behind her, I was treated the beautiful view of her backside again. Her top was nothing more than a string and the bottom was not much more than a thong! Her butt was so round and firm I would do anything to put my hands on them. Trailed behind her was that sweat scent of a young woman.

I stood there at the bottom of the steps for a little bit, meanwhile taking a good look around to pick a good spot. I decided to go right to the middle where there wasn’t anyone close by.

I took off my sandals and held them in my right hand. The sand felt very warm and soft to my feet. I walked pass an older couple, then a woman in her forties. They didn’t really do anything for me, but just being naked around people still excited me. When I got to the spot I had in mind, I just took my towel out from my bag, threw it down and sat on it. I rolled up my shirt and shorts, used it as a pillow and lay down on my back. I needed a minute to calm down from all the excitement and to enjoy the warm sun and the cool breeze a little bit. I just lay there sipping water from the bottle I brought to sooth my dry throat. Occasionally, I’d run my fingers around my nipples a little bit. What a peaceful and exciting feeling that brought.

After about ten minutes, I decided to walk around a little bit and see if there were any more naked women around. I walked away from the water toward the cliff, then turned and walked along it to the far end of the beach. This way I’d be able to see all the people from behind them and they wouldn’t know I was checking them out. The disadvantage of that is I wouldn’t be able to expose myself to them either. But most of the people I could see were just older people and single men and I didn’t really feel comfortable being naked in front of them anyway. I only wanted to expose myself to women.

Walking along the cliff, I could feel tiny pieces of rocks rolling down from above but not big enough pieces that’d cause danger. And just as I was thinking about that, a fist-size piece of rock rolled right down and landed 5 feet in front of me. It came straight down and into the sand. Probably wouldn’t really hit me even if I were there. But as a precaution, I started walking a little further from the cliff.

I passed a few more people; most of them single men and one woman. She didn’t look too attractive. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and was sort of half lying with her weight rested on her elbows. She looked toward me when I got closer to her. Although she wasn’t attractive, it excited me to have a naked woman looking at me naked. She was probably in her mid-thirties and already had saggy breasts.

I walked pass behind her and I noticed that young blonde woman in bright yellow bikini were not too far from me. She was straight ahead about 100 feet away sitting on a towel right by the cliff. Why did she want to be so far back away from the water and people? Must’ve been because she was shy. Was this her first time in a nude beach too? Was she going to stay in that yellow bikini? Or was she going to bare it all like the rest of the people? The thought of seeing that cutie naked got me so aroused again. Strangely I still didn’t get an erection. As I walked closer to her I actually wanted to get hard and see her reaction. But no matter how hard I tried, my 5-inches penis just hung there as soft as it could be. That’s really strange to me because normally, I’d get hard so easily it embarrassed me so many times. Maybe I was just too nervous.

I decided to strike up a conversation with her so I walked directly toward her. When I was about 15 feet away she must’ve sensed that I was going to her. She looked up at me. Once again I felt the excitement of being looked at naked by female. Our eyes met. We both smiled nervously not knowing what to say. Meanwhile I was still walking closer to her. It was kind of awkward so she finally broke the silence.

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Chapter 6: “Beauty and the Beast”

Jenny Summers, devoted wife (devoted to black cock) and mother (of a teenage slut for black cocks) crept down the stairs with her big, black baseball bat (which had just been inside her pussy moments earlier). She stepped softly, but still her enormous breasts and round ass jiggled about sexily beneath her see-through nightie and lace thong panties.

The stairs emptied into the foyer. The front door looked fine, still closed and locked. She turned and headed for the kitchen, where the back door was.

Immediately upon entering the kitchen, her heart began to race. Something had rammed her back door right open, smashing it with such force that it might never close again. Her rear entrance gaped open for anyone to just use as they please and the white housewife suddenly felt very vulnerable.

Jenny panicked. Someone had broken and entered her home! She gripped the bat so hard it hurt her hands and tiptoed through the kitchen. She got about halfway through towards the breakfast nook before something made Jenny want to turn and look to her left. Maybe a sound, maybe a reflection, maybe the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. As she turned, she remembered that the formal dining room was right there in full view of where she stood.

There was a large shadow in the dining room, in front of the china cabinet. It took Jenny a moment to realize it wasn’t some large shadow cast from some other source, but the dark figure of a man… only bigger. The figure was far larger than any man she had ever seen in person. Easily over 7 feet tall and as wide as a truck. She saw it move and realized the thief was pilfering her expensive silver cutlery that she and Harold had gotten as a wedding gift, dropping it into his sack!

Jenny recovered from her frozen shock to realize she should be calling the police. She took out her phone and dialed 911 with trembling hands. But when she looked back up, she saw the giant black man looking right at her from across the rooms. The two locked eyes, her like a gazelle on the African plain and he like the lion about to pounce and go in for the kill.

As the phone rang, the giant negro took slow, deliberate steps toward the paralyzed white wife. She saw his gaze move up and down her body with obvious lust – not trying to hide it or be polite in the slightest.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the 911 operator answered.

Jenny opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She was staring at the black goliath’s crotch. In his baggy grey sweats, an impossibly HUGE bulge was growing from his leg. Jenny was absolutely mesmerized by it. It ran from below his knee up to his crotch and it looked as thick as a 2 liter bottle of soda!

“911, is this an emergency?” the operator prompted, “If you can’t talk, press a button… Hello?”

Jenny was completely frozen, staring only at the giant’s enormous bulge as he slowly took the last few steps to close the gap between them. She didn’t even realize she was drooling. Finally, the giant stopped right in front of the busty blonde wife, glaring at her menacingly from a foot and a half above her.

Jenny slowly raised her large, open blue eyes to look up… and up… and up… until she was staring into the face of the absolute biggest, meanest black MAN she had ever seen! His dark, angry eyes burned into her with a power, a potency… a MALENESS that made Jenny’s belly feel funny, her clit tingle and her pussy drip in submission.

Immediately the white wife’s will crumbled and she surrendered to his sheer, dominant presence. Without a word, she hung up the phone and dropped both it and her bat (which now seemed woefully inadequate in comparison) to the hard kitchen floor.

The busty blonde wife was totally intimidated by the huge mountain of pure nigger before her. The black goliath’s hard, downward gaze had a weight of its own and his force of will seemed to push the trembling white wife to her knees by itself.

Without any verbal command, Jenny reached up and grabbed the waistband of the giant’s sweats and slowly pulled them down… and down… and down… Jenny gasped audibly as the enormous, gnarled cock seemed to go on and on forever. Once she pulled the waistband down past his knees and the massive, sloped head of the giant’s monster cock popped free, his massive horse-shaming cock snapped up violently and smacked the blonde right in her face.

“OH!!” Jenny cried out as she felt the hot, hard black meat smack her so hard she felt like she’d been slapped. She gawked at the massive prick in utter awe. It was absolutely enormous.

That’s… that’s impossible! Jenny’s poor white lady mind reeled at the sight before her, That’s got to be TWICE the size of Coach Black’s!! That’s not humanly possible!!

Jenny reached out as if in a trance and lifted the monster up, weighing the tower of black power with her delicate little white hands.

GOD, it’s so heavy… and so HOT! Jenny’s pussy was so wet that the juices balıkesir escort ran down her ass crack and were dripping onto the kitchen tiles. Jesus Christ, I can’t even wrap BOTH of my hands around this freakish black dick!! This has got to be the absolute longest, fattest black cock I’ve ever seen, by far. And one of the ugliest!

The monster black anaconda in Jenny’s hands had a big, fat, flared cockhead, excessive foreskin, was bent in two places, was a deep dark chocolate brown, covered in thick, gnarly, throbbing veins… And it stank of sweat, sex, cum and piss, like the great big black bastard hadn’t washed it in weeks. His great huge black balls were utterly gargantuan and pendulous, hanging unevenly like two watermelons hanging from his horsemeat in hairy brown leather saddle bags.

This is the MANLIEST cock I’ve ever fucking seen… Jenny marveled at the whole, incredible package.

Jenny looked up at the black giant and saw him holding a roll of grey duct tape. She knew what he wanted and lifted her hands up obediently so he could tape her wrists together. When she put them back down, her arms were squishing her great big GG cup breasts together and pushing them up at the towering negro. From the jerk in his monster cock, Jenny could tell he liked what he saw.

The white wife had sucked enough cock to know what taping her wrists together meant – this nigger wanted her to suck his cock hands-free. Black men liked being the ones in charge – and Jenny liked them being in charge, too. By not using her hands, she was giving him all the power and putting her mouth at his mercy. She was grateful to oblige for the massive beast in front of her… and the giant thug it was attached to.

Jenny started at the base, opening her large mouth wide and sticking out her long tongue to orally wrap as much of the giant black cock as she could. Even before she tasted it, she could SMELL it. It smelled dirty and sweaty… and so manly. As soon as the hot, veiny cock’s soiled base hit her tongue she moaned, swooning from its overwhelmingly virile, masculine taste.

Keeping her eyes cast upward into the domineering gaze of the hulking nigger watching her cock worshipping, Jenny licked and slurped and sucked her way all the up towards the tip, trying to lather every square inch of the filthy, super-sized cock with her mouth and tongue. It was a big job, more than most cocksuckers could manage. Jenny’s mouth would have run dry several times if the monster black meat hadn’t caused her to drool so uncontrollably with cock-hungry desire. She wanted this black beauty in her mouth, down her throat (if it could possibly fit!) and in her every hole. Her quivering pussy dripped for it and her asshole gaped and winked in anticipation.

It took the cock-hungry MILF a full 10 minutes to reach the big, flared tip, but when she did it was worth it. The black monster cock was fully erect now and at its full size as well. Jenny couldn’t believe how absolutely mammoth the superprick before her was. She would never have thought it medically possible for the male organ to get so enormous. This hulking titan of blackness and his Black Colossus of Cock put every other man Jenny had fucked to shame, even the black ones.

The busty blonde licked her full, pink lips as she prepared to worship the megacock’s jumbo-sized knob. It was sloped and wide, like the shield of a triceratops. His huge, fleshy glans was throbbing with desire and dripping with his thick, potent pre-cum already. Jenny closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as she sealed her lips to the black behemoth’s dripping piss-slit and sucked his delicious pre-cum into her mouth.

The ambitious blonde housewife opened her mouth wide to try to take in Lowbeam’s prodigious cock head and her stomach grumbled audibly in anticipation of the surely gargantuan sperm supper the giant’s super-sized balls were baking up for her belly.

But Jenny cried out in surprise and frustrated desire when Lowbeam grunted (his only form of communication, she imagined) and pulled her head back by her hair, pulling her mouth several agonizing inches from the end of the great, big cockmeal she hungered for. He pulled her back so suddenly she nearly fell backward. Unable to brace herself because her arms were bound together in front of her, she was being held up only by the titanic thug’s iron grip on her hair.

Jenny was confused. Was I not good enough? Did I do something wrong? She looked up submissively at her black possessor, pleading with her eyes for him to feed her his enormous, delicious cock.

“Please…” Jenny begged, “I want it so bad…”

Lowbeam grunted again and looked down at her huge tits. Jenny followed his gaze down. She saw the thug’s cock twitch and the urethra of the giant prick opened, a liquid already pooling at its opening.

With sudden and startling force, a dark yellow stream of hot liquid shot out of the big nigger’s broad cock head and sprayed the unprepared Jenny right in the face, çanakkale escort full-blast!

Jenny jerked in surprise and instinctively shut her mouth and eyes tight as the rancid spray splattered all over her face and hair. The heat and assaulting stench of the forceful jet smacked her in the face with the shock of a violent bitch-slap. The buxom blonde housewife felt the hard stream’s aim move downward from her face, down her neck and finally to her massive, pushed-together tits. Jenny opened her eyes to verify what her mind was just starting to register. Her eyes stung from the dark yellow liquid, but she managed to look down at her soaked boobs and see the truth.

OH MY GAWD!! Jenny’s mind nearly broke, This filthy nigger is PISSING on me!!

Jenny wanted to look up at the disgusting thug and tell him to stop… she wanted to pull away and run screaming to the shower… she wanted to protest in some way… any way. But she was in shock… mesmerized by the depraved insanity of the situation. The vile, brazen act was just so… obscene… degrading… humiliating… It made her feel like a complete and total whore to be pissed on by some giant black man, squatting nude in her own kitchen while her husband slept upstairs! The great black beast was establishing dominance over the submissive MILF… and it was working, one hundred percent.

And, try as she might, she just couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sight of the black man’s hot, amber piss spraying out of his giant cock and splattering all over her enormous, fleshy boobs.

It smelled so rank, so nasty… but it felt so warm… the hot piss ran all over her boobs, down the sides and in between them. His piss actually felt good on her body. Its splashing on her tits, running all over them and down between them. The dark piss rivulets all came together in her crotch and ran down over her clit sending an electric thrill up her spine. The piss ran through her pussy lips and splattered on the hard kitchen floor.

Jenny looked up at the black giant submissively and searched for any sign of approval or disapproval as she leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and letting the piss hit it. Her taste buds exploded with flavor – the nasty, savory, hot flavor of fresh, pungent nigger piss straight from the source.

Jenny moaned and lifted her tongue, tilting her head back enough to redirect the flow of piss into her mouth. She shuddered in submissively erotic shame as the warm, salty amber liquid rapidly filled her mouth and saturated it with its strong, savory taste. A million flavors she had never experienced before exploded all along her long, outstretched tongue and in every inch of her mouth. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

Jenny opened her eyes and looked right into her tormentor’s dark gaze. No… he isn’t just doing this to me… I’m doing it, too… Oh God, forgive me… I can’t help myself… I want to be treated this way… I WANT to be used like a complete, total whore by big, black nasty niggers!!

Jenny’s mouth filled to the brim with Lowbeam’s dark piss and she immediately took a huge gulp without closing her mouth. She could feel its heat run down her throat and empty into her belly. Its warmth seemed to radiate out from her hungry stomach along every nerve of her body, making her flush in arousal and humiliation.

Dear Jesus, that feels good going down, Jenny moaned to herself, I’m nothing but a nigger-piss drinking white slut!! I’m no better than a fucking urinal for this big black thug!

The completely subjugated white wife’s wide-open mouth rapidly filled with fresh, scalding piss again – forming a dark amber pool in her mouth. Thirstily, passionately, she swallowed down large gulp of the black man’s urine again. And again. And again.

God help me, tears began running down Jenny’s cheeks, I want every drop of this horrible nigger’s hot piss!!

Jenny quaffed her latest mouthful of nasty piss as fast as she could to drain her toilet mouth, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and quickly leaned forward. The tip of Lowbeam’s huge cockhead slipped into her eager mouth and Jenny whined in perverse pleasure as the giant kept right on pissing, right in her mouth!

Lowbeam must have really poured on the juice because his yellow flow got stronger and his urine stream became a raging river of power-piss in her flooded mouth! Jenny’s cheeks rapidly began to bulge outward, her pretty mouth brimming with his hot, nasty piss. The submissive housewife was unprepared could barely keep up with the torrent.

Jenny redoubled her piss-guzzling efforts and forced herself to swallow deeply several times, emptying her mouth, only for it to fill up just as quickly again. Obediently, she kept draining the black giant bladder into her belly. She could feel her own stomach swelling from the large volume of hot piss as she imagined his own bladder shrinking as it emptied its contents into her.

Jenny Summers, faithful white wife and devoted bodrum escort mother, squatted before the dirty, massive black thug and guzzled his hot piss right from his monster cock, gulping it down into her hungry belly. She kept her big baby blues locked with Lowbeam’s mean, angry black eyes as she voluntarily became his human urinal and she experienced an overwhelming feeling of complete and total submission. Jenny had never felt so cheap, so humbled and so dominated in all her life. The hot, blonde bimbo felt more dominated by Lowbeam than by any hard-ass nigger that had roughly fucked and used her before.

Jenny wanted so much to feel the hot piss pulsing through Lowbeam’s prodigious prick… she imagined how warm and alive it must feel… She started to reach up with her bound hands, but Lowbeam took her head in his huge hands instead. He placed one hand on either side of her head and wrapped his large, powerful fingers around her face and skull. His hands were so huge they could nearly encase her entire head!

Oh God, he’s going to… Jenny’s mind reeled at the thought of what was coming next.

Lowbeam’s grip tightened and Jenny saw the slightest change of expression in his obsidian-hard face: determination.

The blonde wife braced herself as best she could, but there was little she could do. She had no power in this situation – the colossal black thug was in total control. All she could do was keep swallowing the piss gushing from the mouth-invading prick and try to hang on and enjoy the ride.

Slowly, firmly, irresistibly, Lowbeam pushed his hips forward and drove his impossibly huge cock deeper into the blonde’s mouth… then…

“GRUNT” Lowbeam jerked his hips forward and pulled Jenny’s head toward his crotch with a sudden yank.

Jenny’s eyes popped open wide in a mix of surprise and panic as Lowbeam’s sloped, broad cockhead popped into her throat.

OH FUCK! Jenny gagged and choked around the still-spraying hot monster cock now lodged firmly in her gullet, It’s so fucking BIG!! And it’s STILL pissing!

Jenny looked up into the black behemoth’s eyes in reverent awe as he continued to push his big, thick, gnarly horsecock deeper and deeper into her throat, never pausing in the piss-flood pouring down the white woman’s esophagus so deep and hard that she no longer needed to swallow.

GOD! Jenny’s eyes rolled back in her head, How much piss does this giant nigger have?! He must have a gallon-sized bladder.

Jenny could feel the hot, fresh nigger piss draining down her throat, down her esophagus and emptying into her belly, splashing and sloshing around as her hungry stomach grumbled and growled. She felt such shame and humiliation at the nasty, intense feeling of being filled up with this dirty nigger’s waste water. She could feel the heat of it warming her, the volume of it inflating her and the weight of it sinking into her insides. She was lower than a nigger, lower than the lowest homeless bum living in the garbage, lower than the lowest crackwhore giving toothless blowjobs for a rock. She was nothing but a big-fitted human toilet for a thieving black thug… and she loved it. She felt her pride and dignity drain out of her, leaving her feeling empty and worthless… and that emptiness in her soul was being refilled with nigger piss, redefining who she was – the lowest, nastiest whore for big black cock in the world. It was a new reality that she eagerly surrendered to, now, body and soul.

Jenny reached her bound hands down to her sopping wet crotch, desperate to touch herself and came IMMEDIATELY the moment her finger brushed her engorged, throbbing, piss-covered clit.

Jenny came like a wild woman, thrashing and bucking and groaning as she gazed into the angry, dominant eyes of the black giant and felt his hot, fresh piss bloating her petite little belly.

Jenny lost all awareness of where she was, what time it was, WHO she was. Her mind was totally occupied with the intense erotic feeling of her soul-shaking shamegasm and the feel of the nasty nigger’s boiling-hot piss sloshing around in her full tummy as she bucked and thrashed.

Jenny gave in fully to her perverted ecstasy and rode it out for all it was worth. By the time she recovered, legs still shaky and weak, body still quaking from orgasmic aftershocks, Lowbeam was slowly extracting his fully-drained pisshose from her throat.

When the titanic thug finally popped his cockhead out of her throat and mouth (with some effort), Jenny lurched forward, gasping and wheezing. She tried to right herself and looked up at the mucus-covered, sloppy rock-hard cock before her and opened her mouth to speak, but was caught by surprise by a loud, long, foul piss burp!

“BUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHPPPPP!!”

Mortified, Jenny immediately threw her hands up to cover her mouth, blushing in shame at her involuntary, obscene belch. The air was rank and heavy with the concentrated stink of the giant nigger’s hot piss. Tears ran from Jenny’s eyes and she looked up in total submission and humiliation at the great big thug’s face.

The right corner of Lowbeam’s mouth curled up in what probably passed as a smile on his mean, angry face. Or maybe it was a snarl. Whatever it was, it looked like approval. Or at least amusement.

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Mark seats Jenni in Freddy’s armchair, hitches up his skirt, and sits at her feet. She plays with his hair the way he likes while they get to know their brother-in-law and his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry we’ve intruded on you like this. Freek said we should come early so we could catch up a little,” he says with the politeness of his brother.

“You’re totally welcome here anytime. Sorry about all the…”

“Not a problem for us,” he says.

“So I guess Evie must have told ya what happened to Freddy.”

Bastiaan nods meaningfully. “That sounds like him. He’s always had peculiar luck. Did he ever tell you he was struck by lightning?”

“No!” they all say.

“When he was about 13 maybe, he was walking in a field and it happened. It wasn’t even raining, just one of those summer electrical storms. A farmer found him lying there and brought him to the hospital. They could tell what happened by the marks on his skin. Later he covered them with tattoos.”

“He never said nothin’ to me,” Mark says, surprised. It’s the kind of story most people would tell. “Where are my manners? Freddy would be ashamed I ain’t offered you anything to drink. Champagne? Orange juice? Both?”

“Both sounds nice,” Lesley says in a pleasing, smooth voice that matches her easy smile. She’s American and looks to be a little younger than Mark. She’s got a soothing, lunar energy about her and features to match: High, round cheekbones, almond eyes, the complexion of a brown orchid. She wears a fine gold ring in her septum and her natural fro frames her face like a cloud in the night sky. Her cleavage is outstanding. Her low neckline reveals a little birthmark shaped like a rabbit.

She doesn’t look like the kind of woman a stuffy, conservative businessman would date. She looks like someone Freddy would desire.

Jenni has a flash of intuition looking at her: The Berkenbosch boys have the same taste in women. Freddy’s brother seems so down-to-earth and nice that’s it’s hard to imagine them not being close. He’d made it sound like they were just very different people, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. It hits her that maybe they had a falling out over something in particular. Maybe it was a someone.

“I hope that’s them!” Jenni says at the sound of the car in the driveway. A moment later Freddy and Jasper walk through the front door. Freddy looks embarrassed and slightly worse for wear. He raises his bandaged hand. It’s a hell of a lot of gauze for a fingertip, but that must be to hold the bandage on.

Bastiaan rises. “Freek… Freddy,” he corrects himself. “Hoe gaat het broer?”

“Ik voel me stom, maar het gaat goed,” he says and they embrace. “I said I feel stupid, but I’m fine,” Freddy translates. “You’ve met everyone, I take it?”

“Yes, we’ve just met. This is Lesley.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Freddy says, offering his good hand. His eyes alight on her chest for an understandable millisecond.

“Likewise. Sorry your day got off to a rough start,” she says in her relaxing voice. He shrugs and gives her a slightly dopey smile. Perhaps there were painkillers involved in the ER visit. Maybe it’s just that she’s pretty.

Mark and Jenni take in the two brothers side by side. They have a strong family resemblance, though Bastiaan is only just over six feet tall and more slender than his little brother. He has fine lines in his face set in a kind pattern that could be a preview as to how Freddy might look in a few years. His hair is dirty blond, but his eyes are the same unusual hazel green as Freddy’s.

Mark stands and goes to Freddy without a word. He presses his hands to his boy’s chest, but rather than baby him after his ordeal, presses harder until he steps back, then once more so he’s up against the wall. Mark kisses him in a charged display of dominance.

Lesley reflexively looks to Jenni, who giggles. “This is how they always are,” she whispers. They share the grin of two women who like what they see.

“You’re in trouble,” Mark growls, breathlessly.

“I’m sorry for being so clumsy, Sir.”

“It ain’t that. Ya tried to get her to lie for you. That earns you a punishment.”

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to worry.”

Mark laughs. “Shh, I know. ‘Cause you’re sweet like that.” He kisses his cheek. “Are ya in pain?”

“It’s still numbed up.”

“That’s good. Maybe we can get you one of those protective gloves for when you use your knives. Will you wear it?”

“If you tell me to.”

“Well, I’m tellin’ ya. No glove, no love.”

Jasper groans.

“Oh, you love it,” Mark retorts.

Jasper nods that he does. Giving Mark shit was his way of expressing affection after their silly makeout session. Truth be told, both men had greatly enjoyed that, though Freddy had not. Now they just give each other a hard time, as guys do.

Evie emerges from the kitchen with a tray of champagne flutes. Her gaze on Jasper is soft with loving gratitude for taking care of this unfortunate situation. “That izmir escort didn’t take as long as I thought!”

“I said it was his wedding day and asked, all other things being equal, if they could keep that in mind. I think they believed me because of this,” he says and gestures at the collar. “I’m not actually religious,” he explains to the others.

“I admit, that part surprised me, ” Bastiaan says.

Jenni offers Freddy his favorite chair, then sits on his lap with the entitled air of a house cat. He sighs with contentment to have the mishap behind him and his sister’s comforting weight on his body. Jasper takes the remaining seat on the couch beside Lesley. Jenni observes a hint of something pass between them. She supposes it’s the pleasant surprise that they aren’t the only black person at this thing.

“We should have a toast,” Bastiaan says. “To family.”

“To family,” they echo and take a sip.

“So how did you two meet?” Evie asks.

Bastiaan defers to Lesley. “We’re in the same coven. He’s one of the first people I met when I joined and it was love at first sight,” she says with a soft laugh.

“You’re also a Pagan?” Jenni asks him. This was turning out quite different from the picture she’d had in her head.

“Of course! We were raised like that. Our family has been for generations. Maybe always.”

Mark can’t keep it together and starts to laugh. “Freddy, babe, I’m startin’ to get the feelin’ you and me don’t really talk too much.”

“It’s difficult with your tongue in my mouth, Sir.”

* * * * *

The kitchen witches arrive on schedule. Freddy’s pick for the catering is a little company consisting of three chubby, cheery goth girls. He shows them through to the kitchen and they bubble with enthusiasm for the day as if they were guests. It makes sense, in a way, that if their passion is aphrodisiac cuisine, this particular celebration would be in their wheelhouse. In the living room, Freddy’s family grins at the sound of the girls’ exuberance over the bohemian backyard set-up, as well as the workable, immaculate kitchen. They fuss and coo over Freddy’s injured hand. “Yes, I am a poor thing,” he deadpans. “Do you require any assistance? We’re just hanging out if you need any help carrying things inside.”

“No! We’ve got this,” their leader replies. “We’re very excited about what we’ll be serving today!”

“We know it will be excellent,” Freddy tells her with an amused smile. She’s a cook with heart, which is why he chose her.

“Is it all right if we put some things in your fridge?” she asks.

“Of course, anything you want to use.” He checks to make sure there is room for them. “Guys?” he calls to the living room. “What are these boxes?”

“Flower crowns,” Jenni yells back.

“Is there someplace we can put them?” he asks.

Jenni appears in the doorway. “On our heads?”

“She is the clever one,” Freddy explains to the girls. “Okay, we’re doing flower crowns now!”

The others go with the flow. Like in any house that’s at all a home, it’s inevitable that everyone would end up in that room.

“Okay, let’s take a look at what you’ve done, sis,” Freddy says as he opens the first box.

“Oh, that one’s mine. I had it on earlier,” she says, and sticks it unceremoniously on her head. “The other ones, I haven’t seen.”

“Ooh,” the girls say. “I love that!” They would. Jenni gives them a bashful smile. They are “cool kids” to her.

“Do you want us to go?” one of them asks. “I mean, this is like a family moment and we’re just the staff.”

“We ain’t people who have staff,” Mark drawls. “Have some champagne.”

As they refuse because they are working, he’s pouring. “Just don’t cut your fingers off. We had enough of that.”

Jenni takes in their reaction to her lovely and strange fiancé. One of them sucks her lip ring as she checks him out. Jenni gives a sideways look to Evie to find her returning it with the same repressed smile.

Freddy has opened all the boxes. “They’re all different.” One is made mostly of lavender. He lifts it up to inhale the scent.

Jenni takes it from him. “That one goes with Evie,” she says. It matches her clothing and is also the substance she’s used in the past to calm her.

Evie is a cool customer but looks bewildered as Jenni places the lavender crown on her braided head. There were no bridesmaids or groomsmen at this wedding, no maid of honor. Yet, that was obviously how Jenni felt about her.

“Little Mama,” she says.

Jenni punches her lightly on the shoulder. Evie feels emotion deeper than most, but hates sentimental displays. Jenni doesn’t much care for them, either.

Mark decides that the crown of bright asters and snapdragons is Jasper’s because he can pull off the color scheme better than his paler friends. It would fight with his boy’s vivid hair. Jasper tilts his head curiously when he sees what Mark means to do, but then stands straight for him to set the flowers on his head. Like Evie, he wasn’t adana escort expecting something for immediate family. Mark simply looks into his eyes with an enigmatic smile.

For Freddy, he chooses the one made of a variety of creamy white blossoms. They match his complexion, but the choice perhaps reveals that Mark views him as a bride. He’ll always see his boy as his virgin because of his innocent nature. Even though Freddy’s tangle of disparate desires is more complex than Mark’s or Jenni’s, he’s the sanest of the three and has the purest heart.

Bastiaan films on his phone as Mark reaches up to place the crown on his little brother’s head. He smiles sentimentally. Jenni recalls Freddy saying that he was going to be shocked by the news of his marriage. That was now officially a mystery. The paganism obviously doesn’t shock him and the same-sex relationship doesn’t either.

Freddy bends into Mark’s kiss as gracefully as one of the sacred trees for which his family is named. His good hand lightly trails over Mark’s naked back, not daring to touch him bolder in the middle of this gathering. That much bare skin surely has a powerful effect on him, especially with Mark looking as gorgeous as he does today.

Mark presses possessively on the back of his neck as he drinks him in. His other hand floats up to caress his cheek and, even with the slight smile he wears, he’s able to tug sensually at his boy’s blushing lips with his own.

Jenni wonders what the long white skirt will do for the massive hard-on she senses is on the way. She knows them well enough to know they’re almost ready to skip the festivities and revel in each other’s bodies.

Even though the sight of two men expressing affection is more commonplace nowadays, these two make it nearly impossible not to stare. One of the kitchen witches sighs involuntarily. Their leader nudges her and they file out around the couple to begin to bring in their feast.

Mark finally pulls away and shakes his messy hair. “Better stop that now,” he growls softly. Freddy places the last flower crown on his Master, who had left the most minimal one for himself. There was no reason to gild the lily.

They all decide to get out of the way and wait in the backyard for their guests to arrive. It was about that time. Jenni sets the sign she’d made on the front porch: “Welcome! Please come around to the backyard.” She’d drawn a bent arrow as if to explain how to find the back of the house.

“It’s nice, but how dumb are our friends?” Freddy had teased her.

“A sign’s supposed to have an arrow,” she’d grumbled.

They’d moved all the porch furniture to the back and Freddy had bought some more to make a comfortable lounge area for most of the guests to hang out around the fireplace. “Auspicious weather,” Bastiaan remarks sincerely about the dark grey sky. That must be a witch thing, Jenni notes. She’s just glad it’s cooler than typical for late summer. Nerves about the ceremony are threatening to cause her skin to respond with sweat.

They sit down and wait to receive their guests.

Lizbeth and Clarice arrive. If Lizbeth was at all put out to be invited to her sometimes lover’s poly wedding, she covers it well. She had made sure to look extra desirable, with great attention to every detail of her summery appearance.

“Freddy!” Clarice shouts and charges for him.

“Who is this princess? I didn’t know a princess would be gracing us today!” Freddy says.

“She insisted on the princess costume. And the wand.”

“Ah, a fairy princess. Even better,” he says like someone in the know.

“I’m hungry,” Clarice announces. Right on cue, the girl on serving duty brings out a tray of elegant small bites for the drinks hour.

“There you go. Princess food for the hungry girl.”

“Oh, she won’t eat…” Lizbeth starts.

Clarice chooses a small cracker that looks like a grown-up PB&J with a light brown paste and shiny pomegranate seeds on top. She pops it in her mouth, pauses, then spins with a flourish of her wand.

“See, she likes it,” Freddy says.

“Is that some kind of nut butter?” she asks.

“Um… in a way. It’s a pâté made of Rocky Mountain oysters.”

“You mean… she hardly eats anything and you got her to eat testicles?” Lizbeth whispers harshly. She’s more annoyed he can bend the kid to his will without trying than that he fed her balls. Jenni has another flash of intuition: He’s going to be the father of daughters. For all Mark’s non-traditional masculinity, she can picture him running after a rambunctious little boy more than drinking imaginary tea from a tiny cup.

Freddy shrugs. “It’s full of nutrients and will give her energy.”

“Just what a four-year-old needs.” Her tone changes from scolding to tenderness. “Oh my god, sweetie! What happened to your hand…”

The next guest to arrive is Ingrid, the client for whom Freddy had built an elaborate cat climbing structure. Mark stands as she makes her way across the grass because adıyaman escort he spots an elderly lady using a walker. On closer inspection, it’s a cat stroller. She’s not particularly frail, just old and unusual. She’s dressed in a Chanel suit and does seem like the kind of woman who follows Coco’s adage about taking one thing off before leaving the house. Then adds a cat. Her white hair is swept up in a fresh coiffure.

Freddy rushes up to greet her. He holds his bandaged hand behind his back.

“Ingrid, I’m so pleased you could make it.”

“Freek, you look so handsome,” she says, using his given name and pronouncing it correctly.

“You look wonderful. And who is this fine fellow?”

“I brought Marcello. He’s the one who likes to go places,” she says about a Siamese who looks to be her age in cat years. He wears a bowtie. Freddy walks her to a comfortable seat and introduces her to the others. “Nicely done,” she remarks to Freddy upon meeting his intended. He blushes and gets her a glass of champagne. “I brought a gift. Looking now at the bride, you may not want it,” she laughs.

At the perplexed looks, she continues. “I was trying to think of what to get for a pagan wedding. Then I remembered: Vikings – my people – gave brides a kitten. It’s good luck for fertility. I see you don’t need it, but he is very cute. Do you like kittens?”

Jenni nods vigorously. “Yes!”

Those weren’t polka dots on the colorful gift box resting on Marcello’s stroller, but air holes and it did contain a little black kitten. Jenni cuddles it to her neck and gives Mark a look that says, ‘You have no say in this matter.’

“I’m surprised this place don’t have a black cat yet. Thank you, ma’am,” he says.

Clarice wants to hold the kitten and Jenni reluctantly hands over the tiny purring creature.

“I love kittens,” Lesley says. “Can I have a look at him, Clarice?” she asks gently.

The girl wedges herself between Lesley and her boyfriend to let her “help” hold him.

Jenni glances at Lizbeth who rolls her eyes and mouths the word “okay.” Everyone knows she now owns a cat. At least the kid will have more to amuse her today than strange aphrodisiac taste experiences.

Dr. Mori arrives with her husband and Tom. A look at their new shrink’s husband explains her macabre last name. Under the circumstances surrounding their relationship, Jenni always associated it with “remember you will die.” Now she can see she’s just married to a Japanese man. Totally unrelated origin.

Evie gives Tom a big hug. She doesn’t ask how he’s feeling, just smiles to show how happy she is to see him.

Mark makes the introductions and Dr. Mori seems genuinely curious about Freddy, as well as pleased for her patient. “Everything looks great,” she says admiring what they’ve done with the yard. “So do you. He’d be happy,” she adds poignantly.

Speaking of which, Jenni takes Tom by the hand. “I’d like to show you something if that’s okay.”

“Oh. Uh, okay,” he says and allows himself to be led across the yard to the long table.

At the head of the table, in lieu of a place setting, there is an altar of sorts with a placard reading: “Dr. Lucien Zavodny. Always in our hearts.” There are candles already burning surrounded by pinecones and flowers and heart-shaped stones.

“I didn’t want you to be surprised to see this. If you don’t like it, we’ll take it away.”

“Of course I like it,” he says in a soft, sad voice. “He does, too. Is it crazy that I still feel him around sometimes?”

Jenni shakes her head. “We do, too. Oh. I guess there is something else we should ask you… we picked the name ‘Lucien’ for the baby, but that should be yours. It feels wrong not to ask your blessing about that.”

Tom gazes into the candle flames. “There were some patients who seemed to suck the life out of him… he was always very fond of you. I think it’s sweet. But I can’t discuss this any further right now.”

“Of course. Want some champagne? We also have some very interesting things to eat…”

They return to the group. The conversation is lively with the welcome sounds of tipsy laughter. Clarice is still enchanted by her kitten. More good food has arrived: Roasted peaches and dates filled with vegan cheese, watermelon wrapped in prosciutto for the carnivores. The server is attentive and keeps up with the champagne consumption. To Jenni, it seems almost a shame to have to break up such a successful party in order to do something that feels more desperately personal with each passing moment. She sits with Mark and he holds her close to him, understanding just how she feels.

Savina arrives in a dramatic midnight blue dress with a camera around her neck and a young, androgynous date on her arm. Jenni can’t tell if Jamie is a boy or a girl and the cool, firm handshake is no help. It won’t matter, especially not here.

“My wedding present,” Savina says about the camera in her unintentionally haughty way. “I thought I could give you a collection of good photos.” Jenni knows it’s also the only way she won’t be utterly bored and climbing out of her skin.

“That is so thoughtful!” she exclaims. Savina looks frightened the girl might press her body against hers. She does, but only briefly.

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This is pure fantasy. All actors are over 18.

Last year my dentist hired a new hygienist and it was lust at first sight but I had no clue what her orientation was so I spent the next six months fantasizing about her. For the next appointment, I wore some suggestive clothing which was a clear indication of my orientation and Janine and I ended up hooking up for a long weekend of some of the best sex I have had in my life.

Then life got in the way, I was just starting dental school and didn’t have time for much else. Now, six months later I am hoping to rekindle what we had before and maybe try to keep it going, too. For all I knew, she probably moved on and has a girlfriend by now. If anything maybe I could get another repeat performance for the weekend to sate my thirst for a while.

This time I took a more subtle approach for my seduction. First off, I was wearing a sheer blouse without a bra so my chest was on display and my nipples were rock hard already. I was also wearing a leather mini skirt that was really short. When I bend over someone is definitely going to see my bits.

I sat in the waiting room looking at my phone when Janine came to get me. I asked whether I could use the ladies room first and she showed me where it was and even turned on the lights for me. As we passed one another her arm dragged across my nipples that shot a bolt of electricity to my cunt and felt myself start to get wet.

In the bathroom I took off my panties and put them in my purse. I pulled out my butt plug and ran it through my wet lips to lube it up. Standing, I put one foot on the sink and bent over. Lining the plug up, I pushed out with my sphincter and pushed the plug in and let out a moan.

God that felt good, my cunt clenched and then relaxed and felt really hot. I sat back down on the bowl and slid my fingers through my lips a few more times to push me closer to the edge. I was soaking. I smelled my wet fingers and hoped I could share some of that with Janine.

Exiting the bathroom I found her standing at the opening of the dental exam room waiting for me. I walked past her making sure to rub my arm across her chest and then went to the corner to put my purse on the floor and bent over in front of her. I knew she was going to get a great view of the jeweled plug and also see the bottom of my swollen cunt lips. I pulled my panties out just a little so that if she were to get close she would see them.

When I stood back up and turned to her she was blushing and she looked really cute. I slid around the dentist chair and faked a stumble allowing me to grab her hand with the one that I was touching myself with. I think she noticed as our fingers interlaced because she looked down at the same afyon escort time I did, my wet fingers were touching hers.

Sitting down on the chair I didn’t let go over fingers until I started to lean back and I fidgeted a bit trying to find the right position so that my plug would put the most pressure inside my cunt to keep me on edge.

With a concerned look she leaned down and asked if I was ok. I told her I was just trying to get comfortable. She turned away and left and a few seconds later came back in holding a lead blanket. She explained that she needed to take x-rays. She put the blanket over me and then reached over me and pushed her boobs into my face to grab something. She moved her body up and asked me to open wide so she could put the bite plate into my mouth that holds the film for the x-ray.

I didn’t notice it at first but she was supporting herself with one hand between my legs while trying to line up the x-ray camera. I tried to scootch up so she would be touching me but couldn’t get there. She asked me to stop moving so she could line up the camera. Only this time her hand slid closer and cupped my mound as she finally lined up the camera.

I moaned as I felt a finger slide into my lips. She told me to hold still and then withdrew her hand and left the room. I heard a click and the familiar sound of the camera doing what it does and then she came back in the room to change the film and take another x ray of my teeth. I smelled myself on her fingers as she slowly reached to my mouth to pull out the film.

Putting the next one in, her hand went between my legs and cupped my mound again, did a quick rub of my lips and then made a show of putting her finger, the one between my lips to her nose, closing her eyes and breathing in my scent. My cunt clenched and then I could feel some of my juices slide out and drip down over my taint.

I took the opportunity to reach out with my right hand to cup and squeeze her mound. She looked down at me, pushed her cunt into my palm with a little grunt and then pulled back to take the next x-ray. Once that was done, she removed the lead blanket and then sat down next to me and started arranging her tools before starting the teeth cleaning part.

I turned my head so that I was looking into her crotch and I could just make out a hint of camel toe. I looked up at her and smiled then turned back and craned my neck to try and move my head closer. She slid a little closer but not close enough. I didn’t know if the small dark patch was caused by the tray above throwing a shadow or was she soaking through her panties and scrubs. I hoped for the latter of course.

Then she started cleaning my teeth, making sure to rub her arm ankara escort from time to time against my hardened nipples, making eye contact as much as possible, licking her lips, and smiling at my obvious discomfort. She made me turn my head a few times to work on one side vs the other and she had scooted as close to my face as she could get so I could look at her crotch. This time, I was sure the dark patch was from her juices. I kept repositioning myself causing my plug to shift and heightening the stimulation in my cunt.

She stopped, looked at me and smiled, and then told me to stop squirming. Then she went back to work. She didn’t say a word and just kept eyeing me and licking her lips. I was desperate to cum and she knew it.

When she was done I was handed a small cup of rinse and she started raising the seat back. At the same time she slid her hand between my legs and gave me another squeeze causing me to grunt and spill some of the rinse onto my bib. She kept her hand holding me while I bent over to spit out and then she quickly withdrew it as the dentist, also known as my mother, came into the room.

After some pleasantries she looked at my x rays, jotted down a few notes, looked at one tooth and then admonished me for drinking too much coffee but otherwise said my teeth were good. Janine came back into the room and handed me a bag with a new toothbrush, some floss, and a small tube of toothpaste, and something else was in the bag that made it look fuller. My mother started to leave and at the same time asked whether we were still on for dinner on Sunday. I said “yes mother.”

I picked up my handbag from off the floor making sure to give Janine another little show. I noticed my panties were gone. Turning around, I looked at her and she blushed again and then tilted her chin down. Following her gaze her hand was in her pocket and pulled out my panties just so I could see them. Her eyes reconnected with mine and this time the smile on her face told me she was hungry for me. I smiled back at her and pursed my lips and then left the room.

Leaving the office and getting into my car, which happened to be parked facing the office and the big plate glass window in the waiting room, I opened up the bag and pulled out her panties. The gusset was soaked and I held it to my nose. She smelled delicious. I looked back to the window and there she was holding my panties to her nose as well. She put them back in her pocket and then showed me her phone.

I pulled my phone from my purse and texted her.

[Me] I want you!

[Janine] Tell me when and where.

[Me] Do you remember how to get to my place?

[Janine] Yes, how could I forget the last time we were antalya escort together. I will be there in 60 minutes. Do not get off until I get there.

[Me] So bossy.

[Janine] That’s right. I hope you have no plans until dinner with my boss on Sunday. Because I want to fuck you all weekend.

[Me] I am yours till then. Maybe you should come with me to dinner so I can introduce my mother to my new girlfriend.

[Janine] The sound of that excites met but we are going to need to discuss that one a little more at length. Right now I want your tongue buried inside me and I want to cum on your face. Now, get going and get ready for me.

[Me] Kiss emoji

I started the car and backed out of my spot. Turning back towards Janine who was still looking at me from the window I winked, licked my lips and then made like I was kissing and blew her a kiss. On the way home, I held the steering wheel with one hand and kept the other between my legs holding my wet cunt and stroking myself to keep me on edge.

I stopped at the grocery store on my way home and picked up a dozen roses and some beer. Arriving home, I made sure the front door was unlocked after I closed it. I started pulling petals off the roses and made a trail leading through the apartment to my bedroom. I left one rose on the floor on the floor pointing to my bed.

Taking off all my clothes, I pulled the covers back on the bed and laid atop the sheet. I got my phone and took a wanton looking selfie. Then one of my left hand cupping my mound. A close up of my finger between my lips. Took a few just to get the angle right and make sure my finger glistened with my juices. Then a picture of my plug. I sent the first one to her as a text.

[Me] I can’t wait to taste you.

A few minutes went by and then I got a reply.

[Janine] Just stopping off at my place to get some clothes and my strap.

[Me] Moving in?

[Janine] Maybe not this week, girlfriend.

I sent her the picture of me holding my mound and then a close up of my finger between my lips.

[Me] I am so wet for you.

[Janine] No cumming till I get there!

[Me] I can’t wait to breathe in your aroma before I eat your cunt. Are you shaved again?

[Janine] Not really, I have had a long dry spell, since your last check up in fact. I could shave for you if you want but I know you like it hairy.

[Me] Sorry, we didn’t get back together after the last time but I have been really busy with dental school. I haven’t been with anybody since you but that weekend is all I think about when I am dialing the rotary phone or impaling myself on the dildo you left here.

[Janine] I wondered what happened to that dildo! See you in twenty minutes.

[Me] Hurry! I am not sure how much longer I can hold off!

[Janine] Don’t you dare Sweetie! I will be there shortly.

I put my phone down and then grabbed a sleeping mask and put it on and waited for Janine to arrive.

To be continued ….

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Sibling Survival Chapter 1

*** This is the first instalment of a series I am writing. As the name suggests, it is about a brother and his younger sister trying to survive in a post apocalyptic world with only themselves to depend on. The horrors of the world they now live in has brought them closer and closer together in new and exciting ways.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

Chapters will be released whenever I get around to finishing them. Hope you all enjoy and as always, feed back is welcome.***

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Garry and Jill had been walking for hours. This wasn’t unusual given the circumstances but today it really seemed to drag on. They both had heavy rucksacks filled with a decent amount of supplies, having just scavenged a derelict camp site and the mid March sun was beating down on them relentlessly. The only thing keeping Garry trudging forwards was the view. Not the scenery mind you, he was fixated on the sight of his younger sister Jill as she led the way.

Jill was a short girl, only around 5ft 2in or so. Before ‘shit hit the fan’ she was in her final year of school with aspirations of becoming a veterinary nurse after attending university. Now her only hopes seemed to be surviving another day and her dreams had become nightmares. Neither Jill nor her brother Garry knew how long things had been like this but it had been around eight months since they lost their parents and older brother Matthew but it may as well have been eight years. They found that being surrounded by danger everyday had a weird effect on their perception of time.

Like everyday she wore brown boots, nicely fitted jeans and a low cut white vest, all of which were dirty thanks to living rough for so long. Her long sandy blonde hair was tied in a messy bun on her head and Garry watched intently as the sweat from her neck ran down to her back causing her vest to stick. He admired in great detail the way her tight and beautifully rounded bottom moved with the sway of her hips. He could see the glistening sweat on the small of her back thanks to her backpack making her vest ride further and further up to expose her soft skin.

“God! What am I thinking!” he thought to himself.

This wasn’t the first time he had looked lustfully upon his sister. His own sister! His flesh and blood! He always felt the now familiar twinge of guilt but he couldn’t help it. He was now in the naughty habit of trying to catch glimpses of her naked body whenever the chance happened upon him. Truthfully she had always been quite cute. Not that he had ever thought of her that way growing up but now he felt differently. Now he couldn’t help but notice how nicely her body had developed. They were always kind of close thanks to being only two years apart in age and growing up in the country but now they were really close, as good as best friends. Unsurprising since they have only had each other to depend on for so long and live each day in such close quarters.

Garry reminisced about Jill in the world before. How she was smart and funny and she used to carry a nice amount of chub, but nothing that would be considered overweight. Now, after walking for hours every day and eating small high protein meals, consisting mainly of small game and anything that could be scavenged, she was now slim and nicely toned. Her body was on the verge of being considered athletic, only she didn’t consume enough calories for the muscle build.

Suddenly she turned around and this caught Garry of guard. He had been deeply fixated on her ass for who knows how long. A mile or two maybe? Did she catch him? He didn’t know but even if she had done, she didn’t react.

“This heat is getting too much. We should cut across this field and pitch up for the night in the shade of that woods. I know it’s still early but Jesus! I’m sweating like a pig!” she said.

Garry let out a sign of relief and said, “don’t even get me started on the bloody heat! I think that’s a good idea, we have a good amount of stuff with us so we have the time.”

With that decided, they climbed over the old wire fence and headed towards he treeline. Jill followed her brother now as they crossed the overgrown field trying hard to leave as little trace of them being there as possible. Once in the woods they took little time finding a spot. A patch of reasonably flat ground by a fallen tree and far enough away from the edge of the woods so that they could remain hidden and maybe even light a small fire at night. Garry threw down his backpack and instantly pulled off his sweaty black polo shirt exposing his bare chest and sticky back to the shade. He spread his arms out and proclaimed, “aww sweet relief!” before laughing.

He turned around to look at Jill who was bent down looking into her bag. He instantly noticed the soft cotton fabric of her pink underwear poking up above the waist line of her jeans. He loved to see them and the fact she hadn’t changed them in a week made them even sexier to him.

She turned to face him laughing. “It will be nice to chill out for a while and rest my feet. canlı bahis I don’t know why but today’s walk dragged on so badly! Here, I’ve got a few of these baby wipes left.” She said while turning around and standing up.

She threw the baby wipes to Garry and as he took one out he was stunned by the sight of his younger sister peeling her sweaty vest off in front of him. As time went on, they were slowly becoming more comfortable around each other and Garry was thankful everyday for the closeness they were sharing.

She pulled her vest up slowly over her head exposing her shapely breasts, held neatly in her beige coloured C cup bra. He instantly started to feel the ravenous stirring in his trousers but the show was over in a heartbeat. He started to clean himself with the wipe, wiping his chest and arms before wiping his arm pits. Jill dropped her vest on top of her backpack and walked towards Garry reaching out for the wipes.

“Maybe we should look into getting you some better boots?” Garry said. “We didn’t walk that much today so it might be time.

“I think I do need some. Maybe tomorrow we can look but to be honest, I can’t even imagine walking again! You’ll have to be on firewood duty today too, I’m sorry.” Jill replied as she sat down on the grass and began to unite her laces.

“Ha! I guess I will be! I’ll probably get it done faster without you anyways.” Garry laughed. “I think I will grab some just now because once I sit down I think that will be me for the foreseeable future!” He turned to walk into the woods before Jill called back.

“No! Wait! Please! Can you help me?” She was sat with untied laces but seemed to be struggling to remove her boots.

Almost shyly she said, “Can you pull my boots off? I think my feet are swollen. I’ll apologies now too because it won’t be pleasant!”

He turned to looked at her sat on the ground with her legs stretched out towards him. Her cleavage was on full show and her chest was blushed and shimmering with sweat. He could barely control the flow of blood traveling from his head to his cock as he knelt down in front of her awkwardly, trying to conceal his incestuous yearning.

“Yeah, sure. I can’t wait to get back and get these boots off.” He said while pulling off the first of her boots. He immediately noticed her socks were wet from sweat and he moved to the other. He laughed as he jokingly agreed that it wasn’t pleasant then he pulled at the toes of her socks until they came off. Her feet were damp and red and definitely slightly swollen. “Jesus Jill, you do need new boots!”

Something about just seeing her feet and even the smell of them was enough to set him off. He was almost perpetually horny nowadays since they had little alone time to relieve themselves. He held her left foot in his hands and without really thinking about it, began to rub her feet.

“Mmm that feels so good. Kind of sore but in a good way if that makes sense?” She said softly as she lay on her back and stretched out her arms.

Garry took this opportunity to have a good look at her hot body as she lay with her eyes closed. He could see that she still had next to no hair under her arms as she had shaved with an old razor two days ago. He could see the redness from her bra wire that had been digging into her under boob all day and he could even see the tiny pinhole where she used to wear a bellybutton piercing. It was a glorious sight!

After a while and switching foot it was time to collect some wood. Jill thanked him as he quickly got up to hide his bulge and he walked into the woods. He gathered a small pile of fallen branches and sat them down by a tree. He was too horny to go back just yet and couldn’t get the image of his sister out of his mind. He undid his belt and began to open his trousers as he knelt down, pulling out his hard, fully erect penis. It was a good size when fully erect like now. Just shy of 6inches and cut. He spat on his hand and rubbed it all over the head and shaft as he began to stroke it. He held onto the tree next to him as he began to shamelessly masturbate with more vigour to the thoughts of Jill’s tight and sweaty body. How he longed to see her perky teardrop breasts uncovered and feel the texture of her nipples in his mouth. He fantasised about seeing her sweaty body in the throws of passion. Her legs wrapped around his body or held up with his hands around her ankles. The feeling of her wetness coating his hard cock as he fucked her. That thought was the straw that broke the camel’s back as it were and he began to involuntary groan as he came hard. His hot white semen shooting out of his cock and against the tree he was now leaning on.

After panting heavily for a moment and wiping the sweat from his brow. He put his now softening penis back into his boxers and tied up his belt. He couldn’t quite believe how good that felt. He felt so dirty having just cum to the though of his younger sister yet again. His infatuation with her was getting worse everyday and even though he had just cum for the first time in days, he was still horny. He wished kaçak iddaa she felt the same.

Sometimes he thought she actually did. They sometimes shared small, almost intimate moments that made him think she did but he always chocked them down to wishful thinking. How could she? They were family!

He grabbed the wood he had collected and began to walk back to Jill and suddenly became aware again of the blistering heat. It couldn’t be much later than mid day and the air was stifling. As he walked through the trees he could hear Jill singing softly. She did this quite often and she was actually rather good. As he approached closer and she came into view he almost died!

She was stood up and was wearing nothing but her beige bra and pink cotton panties. He stopped walking and admired the view of her hot slender body reaching up as she finished tying a tarpaulin sheet to a tree branch to make a small shelter. He could see from the distance that her pink panties had crept up in between her soft bum cheeks and was giving her the cutest wedgie he had ever seen. As he began to walk closer she heard his footsteps and turned to face him. “Oh good, you got wood!” she called out.

Little did she know, even after just ejaculating against a tree. He definitely had wood! He thought she was so beautiful. It was killing him. Literally eating away at his insides.

“I man! I collect wood!” he replied in his best cave man impression.

This made them both chuckle as he dropped the pile of wood down. He sat down and began to remove his boots and socks but stopped short of removing his trousers. He thought better of it in case he couldn’t control his manhood. Then he said, “would you be able to pass the water please? I’m so thirsty!”

“Sure thing Gar! We might actually have to find some more tomorrow if this weather keeps up.” She said as she bent over to look in his bag.

He stared at her ass without even blinking. Her pink cotton pants were damp from sweat and he could see the darker patches this had caused. She stood up again and walked towards him saying, “We also need to trim that moustache again. You definitely suit the beard though. It looks really good on you.” She actually blushed after saying this. You couldn’t tell because of her heat blushed cheeks but Garry could swear he saw it in her eyes.

She handed him the water and went over to her bag to find her small pair of scissors while calling back to Garry, “How can you still be wearing those black trousers! If I was you, they would’ve right off!”

“You’re right, it’s bloody roasting!” Garry said. He couldn’t hold off any longer, he just had to chance it. He stood up and undid his belt and let his thick black work trousers fall.

Garry was an apprentice roofer before the virus hit and he wore his work clothes now because of their durability. They were black and hard wearing but not great in the heat. The air felt good on his bare and sweaty legs as he folded his trousers up and sat back down drinking his water.

Jill walked over to him with the scissors and knelt down in front of him. His heart started to beat so hard he was scared she would hear it. She had one knee between his legs and the other straddled over his left thigh and she leaned in closer too him and said, “Sit still, I don’t want to mess this up.”

He could feel the heat from her body as she gently brushed his moustache downward. Just before she made the first cut, a mixture of nerves and excitement made them both burst out into laughter that they couldn’t control. The more they tried to keep a straight face the worse it got. Jill was nearly crying and her head had fallen back. She was now sitting on his leg and Garry was laughing so hard and enjoying the moment so much he completely forgot about the dangers of getting an erection and was starting to get a sizable semi.

“Stop it! I’ll cut the whole thing off If you keep laughing! Come on now. Deep breaths, we can do this.” She said while wiping her eyes.

“Ok, lets do it. One, two, three.” Garry said before holding his breath.

Jill cut along his top lip quickly and it was done. Then afterwards, there was a strange moment of closeness between them. These moments seemed to Garry to becoming more frequent. It felt like the air became thicker and everything went silent. Jill was sitting back on Garry’s leg and was softly stoking his moustache and beard. Then she brushed his face and said,

“Yup, I’m definitely a fan of the beard. It hides your ugly mug!”

Garry laughed heartily and shoved her playfully back. Pushing her bum harder into his leg. She pushed him hard on the shoulders in response but it was harder than she intended or Garry expected. He fell backwards and with a short girly squeal she toppled onto him. Her thigh pressed onto his semi hard penis and her hot, sweaty stomach pressed heavily against his. He felt her hair tickle his face as she stopped herself from head butting him by supporting her body with her arms and he could feel the fabric of her bra rubbing against his chest. They looked into kaçak bahis each others eyes for a small moment before Jill quickly broke the silence with laughter.

“Oh, sorry! Am I crushing you?” she said as she rolled off him laughing. She brushed her leg against his as she fell off of him and Garry spotted her eyes flick over his crotch while quickly getting up. He could swear she was fighting back a cheeky smile as she did this but again, it was probably just wishful thinking. Or was it?

If she had been anybody else he would have made a move by now. She got up and walked to her bag to put the scissors back and Garry basically lunged towards his bag and he used it as cover for his growing bulge. He began to rummage through it, hoping to find something useful as a cover for looking in it. He almost foolishly took out a small bottle of moisturizer he had found at the camp site. When Jill seen the tiny white bottle she nearly screamed!

“Yes! Moisturizer! God, I love you sometimes! Any chance to can rub a little on my shoulders. I think they caught the sun today and those bag straps are awful when I don’t have my shirt on.” She asked pleadingly.

“Eh, sure thing Jill. Come over here and I’ll give you some. I think the back of my neck got it the worst and maybe a little on my face.” Garry said as he soothed his forehead with a pea sized amount. He rubbed his hand over his neck as Jill walked over to him and sat cross legged In front of him. She had her back facing him and retied her hair. She was so close now and he could almost taste the saltiness of her sun soaked neck as he pictured kissing it. He couldn’t control his shameful manhood any longer either as he looked down her back to the tip of her pink underwear. He begged God to let him have a peek at the holy grail. It was almost too much.

Garry squirted a decent amount of cream onto his hands and rubbed them together. He really should be rationing it but couldn’t resist enjoying this moment. He knew it would be the source of many dirty and incestuous wanks in the future.

“This will probably be cold for a second. Then again, your neck is so hot it might actually boil.” He laughed.

She chuckled and said “I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m honest. We were only walking for about three hours today but it really got to me.”

“I know” said Garry. “It was getting to me too.”

He took his hands and gently began to rub the cream onto his sister’s back. Mostly over her shoulders and the top of her back between her shoulder blades. Then he started to run his thumbs in circles as his palms massaged her shoulder tops. She was clearly enjoying it as she let out small, soft moans.

“Mmm it’s so soothing. Thank you.” She muttered.

“Anytime.” Garry replied as he continued to work his hands and thumbs all over the top of her back for a while.

Then he ran his two thumbs one after the other from the base of her neck all the way up till he reached her hairline. Jill visibility shivered as he did this and moaned out again softly. Garry could now see goose pimples on her arms as she closed her eyes and swayed her head in time with his thumbs.

“Oh God, this is so good. Thank you so much. I never realised just how sore my back was until now. I guess you just get used to it.” Jill said.

“Honestly, don’t mention it. I’m glad I can help. Just think, I almost never took this lotion!” Garry said, now taking in every detail he could of his younger sister. “If you have a bad back I can massage that too if you like? Or is that weird?”

“Would you?” Jill replied. “I’d actually really appreciate it if you could. I don’t think it’s weird. It might have been in the old world to be honest but we’re all we’ve got now and I need me a massage!” she laughed at this and then said, “Here, I’ll lie on my belly.”

Garry chortled in response and said, “You’re right ya’know. It’s us against the world. Now, this WILL be cold.

As she lay down flat and cradled her head in her folded arms, Garry quickly shifted his hard cock into the elastic of his boxer shorts. He squirted the lotion over her lower and upper back causing Jill to scream out at the shock of the cold liquid on her roasting hot skin. He knelt beside her and started to rub it deeply into her soft back. He ran his hands from the bottom of her back and up her spine to her neck.

“Mmm Your hands are like magic Gar! Who knew?” Jill said while softly moaning. “Maybe you could focus on my lower back?”

“Sure thing Jill” Garry replied as he worked his hands all over the small of Jill’s back. His erection was in full force now and there wasn’t anything he could do to hide it. He just had to hope she wouldn’t see.

As he continued to massage her soft skin he had his eyes fixated on her tight round ass and her sweaty pink underwear that was riding slightly between her cheeks. He could see the shimmering sweat on them and imagined in great detail what her tight, sweaty asshole would look like. He wanted with all of his existence to pull down her pants and run his hands all over her backside. He wanted to gently part her cheeks to show it in full view. He could feel the swell in his cock start to produce pre cum as he imagined mounting his little sister and slowly pushing his hard cock in between her thighs, allowing the head of his cock to spread her hot pussy lips.

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Note: These stories are written by cc for ls. We are in a long distance relationship and use these stories to explore sexual ideas that we can’t explore directly. LS found this story rather silly since there is no way she would ever even be this dominant. Any feedback will be viewed by both of us. Enjoy!

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Bright light. Even through your closed eyes you know there is bright light.

Then thinking starts. You remember last night. You remember your orgasm. That was good.

You feel me breathing, your head rising and falling gently on my chest. You hug me close to you reach up and kiss me awake. Starting at my chin you kiss all over my face until I wake up.

I can’t imagine a better vision that you to wake up to.

“Good morning, beautiful, did you sleep well?”

You nod and let me pull you back down. We cuddle up for a few minutes, our bodies touching as much as possible.

Resting your head on one arm you pull my free hand up to cup your breast. It’s not about sex, not now. It’s just about being close, being intimate.

We talk a little. I let you know how exciting it was to have you wake me up like that. We talk about what you liked. Then we talked about the day and what we might do. There are plenty of sights to see. You think the waterfalls would be pretty. Maybe we can have lunch near the water?

We decide to bring that up with the rest and then start to get ready for the day. I take a quick shower and then you head in. I’m dressed when you are done with your shower, but you let me stay and watch a little as you finish drying and start getting dressed. You are so very beautiful.

After you get your underwear on you send me out so you can do your hair and finish getting dressed. Not much makeup since that will stop me from massaging your face!

Everyone is being lazy and it’s nearly noon before we are all up and ready to head out. We go to the waterfall and have lunch there by 3. After lunch we are lounging on the grass. Your head resting in my lap. You think about our time together so far.

You do prefer having me in control during sex… most of the time. But not tonight. Tonight, LS is taking control. You smile as you put your hand behind your bahis siteleri head. To an observer, it looks like your just propping up your head. In fact, your massaging my cock through my pants. My part of the conversation trails off as your fingers work their magic.

The rest of the day is fairly normal, although you are a little freer than I’m used to in how often you grab me. The only time we are more than a meter apart is when one of us goes to the bathroom. I’m intrigued.

You have me sit down for dinner first and then you bring me a plate of food. As you put it down you whisper in my ear, “You were in control last night, but tonight you are mine!” We eat dinner, and I try to act normally, but everyone can see I’m distracted.

Dinner is done at 10 and we sit and talk with everyone for an hour. Instead of sitting at my feet, tonight you sit in my lap. You have your head on my shoulder and you keep both my arms wrapped around your waist. I let my hand drop to your ass once in a while to give you a squeeze. You just look at me, smile and raise my hand back to your waist.

After about an hour you go “get ready for bed”. You wash up and then come back and grab my hand. “It’s bed time”, you say simply as you pull me away.

“Go brush your teeth and wash up, then come to bed” you say. Everything you say is so ordinary, but the way you say it is clearly a command.

I enter our bedroom and you are still fully dressed sitting on the edge of the bed. I shut the door as you stand and come over. I start to speak, but you put a finger to my lips and say, “shhh”. You pull my face down and start to kiss me. Just like I’ve done to you, you gentle kiss and suck on my lips. Run you tongue over my lips. Long passionate kisses.

Your hands aren’t idle. You swiftly remove my shirt (the button up kind so you don’t even have to break our kiss) and throw it aside. Then, holding my face near yours with one hand you reach down and undo my pants with your free hand. Once they are undone you crouch down and pull down both my pants and underwear. There is a little confusion getting everything off since I still have my sneakers on, but a little tugging and everything comes off. You stand back canlı bahis siteleri up in front of me.

You are full clothed, I’m fully naked. After a few more kisses you break away and start running your hands down my body. When you get to my hips you turn me and push me back onto the bed.

A few seconds later I’m laying down, my legs hanging over the bed at the knees. You pull my hands up to the top of the bed and say “Keep your hands above your head until I say otherwise” and then you proceed to kiss me. Slowly traveling down my body. You still haven’t touched my cock yet, but you smile as you see me at rock hard attention while you kiss your way down me.

When you get to my waist, you shift your body so you are half laying on the bed between my legs. My cock is twitching with anticipation. Instead of sucking me, though, you simply swirl your long hair around my cock, letting your soft hair tease me. You can’t see my face through the curtain of your hair, but you can tell my reactions from my twitching cock and my shallow breathing.

Slowly, you lower your head and kiss and lick all around the base of my cock and balls. You brush against me with your cheek, but that’s it. For several long minutes you just lick and kiss around my cock. You go a little lower and start licking and sucking on my balls. Grabbing them in you hand and lightly squeezing. Lifting them out of the way and licking the underside. It’s driving me crazy.

Twice you feel me move and you look up. Guiltily I stop moving my arms down. I so want to caress your hair, hold you down and force you to stop teasing me and suck my cock! But I’m allowing you to stay in control tonight.

Finally! You start to suck me off in earnest. I can’t believe how intense the feeling is as you run your tongue around the head of my cock! I’m nearly at the point of no return when you let my cock out of your mouth. You’re still playing with my balls as I open my eyes and look down. You have a glint in your eyes that tells me the game is just beginning!

Still clothed, you climb up my body. You kiss me deeply and get up. You start to strip off your clothes. Not quickly, this is part of the tease.

First your shirt, güvenilir bahis then your pants and panties. As you start to undo the clasps of you bra, you look at me and shake you head. “No, you have to earn these”, you say as you walk back to the bed.

I’m looking at you, nearly naked. I see your lips already puffed out between your legs as you walk over. You get on the bed and kneel over my face. You bring my arms back down and place my hands on your ass. Then you lower yourself the rest of the way onto my face. I don’t need more encouragement and I start licking right away.

I run my tongue up and down your slit. Rubbing your clit with my nose when I am at the bottom of your slit. I suck your puffy lips into my mouth as I make a full circle and end up with my nose on your clit again. With my hands I rub your ass and run my nails down your back.

You alternate between running your hands through my hair and playing with your breasts. You undo the clasp of your bra, but don’t remove it. Instead you use the cups to shield your breasts from my view. All you let me see is as you lower your head a let a little spit dribble onto your nipple to make it more slippery as you play with it.

As I continue your breathing become more shallow, and I know you are getting close. I keep working on your clit and am rewarded with watching you orgasm. You look down at me as you finish coming. You look blurry eyed. But your eyes are still filled with lust. This is clearly not the end.

You drop the bra over my face and start to move down my body again. This time you stop and grab my cock in your hand. You line it up with your slit and force yourself down on me. As you start bouncing up and down, grinding yourself into me, I realize that you hadn’t finishing coming. You are still in the same orgasm as before.

You reach down and play with your clit as your continue to ride me. Eventually your spasms finish and you collapse on my chest. You kiss me deeply as you contract your muscles to squeeze my still hard cock.

You rock gently a few times and slowly raise yourself off me. You pull my arms around you and we kiss as you reach down and stroke me off. After a couple of minutes you feel me twitch as I come. It takes another minute for me to be able to see straight as you continue to stroke me until I’m completely soft in your hand.

We clean up a bit and climb back into bed.

All is good with with world. We are both sated and you are falling asleep in my arms.

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Sons Part 1.

(This is a fictionalization. All of those involved were older than 18 at the time of the events recounted here.)

“Oh, my God; did he just slap my ass? Did my 20 year-old son just slap his mother’s ass? I can hardly believe it, but he did! The little devil!

I know I’m supposed to be indignant, take him to task for touching a woman without her permission( never mind his mother), but I’m too amused by the audacity of his gesture, maybe a little flattered by his attention; okay—I’m a lot flattered—and, I’m afraid to admit it, more than just a little bit excited.

Were we flirting? Was I flirting with my own son? Was he flirting back? Who started it? I don’t remember now, but I’m not going to forget the mild sting of his palm against my backside. Is he attracted to me? Is that normal for boys his age? Maybe he likes my ass? It’s always been my greatest asset, no pun intended. Like father, like son, I guess.

The best I can muster is a flirtatious “mock indignation”, coupled with a coquettish giggle. Is that an invitation to do it again? Or to continue the flirtation? I think it is!

Dear lord, what am I doing?

And where is that supposed to lead? Nowhere , of course-I certainly don’t want to encourage him, or any fantasies…do I? Oh come on, it’s harmless fun, a sweet show of affection, nothing more. Where’s the harm?”

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What is it they say about the flapping of butterfly’s wings? Their movement here becomes a cyclone half-way around the globe? That the same could be said of a playful slap on the ass would have seemed absurd to me we’re I not to become an enthusiastic participant in the resulting tsunami.

We had been cleaning out the basement in preparation for an upcoming renovation. Thick plastic garbage bags filled with the detritus of ten years accumulation of whatever gadget had fallen out of favor, lost a part or simply stopped working. Brooms kicking up more dust than we couple possibly collect; all to the soundtrack of top-forty AM radio, circa 1974. Amidst the hustle and bustle there were good spirits and lots of joking; my son, home from college for summer break, was surprisingly willing to help with the project, even though it meant working around the house for a few days, rather than hanging out with his buddies. The work was not too strenuous, the company pleasant, and we were having a good time joking around and catching up on the recent events of each others’ lives.

We’d always been close; he was my only child, and among the most surprising developments of motherhood was that as my son had matured he became a person with whom I found it easy to talk with; a confidant, an advisor, a friend—my best friend. He knew about the periodic difficulties his father and I had had in our relationship; my frustration with my husband’s emotional distance; he shared my passion for art and music; we spent hours talking about our favorite musicians and many afternoons playing our favorite records for one another. I cherished our special relationship and the time we spent together, as did he. Despite our emotional closeness, we did not have an overly physical relationship; there weren’t a lot of hugs or kisses, at least -not at the time of the basement renovation. That I did not hug or hold him a great deal as he was growing up is a mystery to which I have no answer-but I certainly made up for it later on.

I was wearing a tight pair of navy blue polyester knit pants and a black short sleeve top, white sneakers and a red kerchief holding back my thick, shoulder length auburn-hair, Jackie-O style. I was dressed for light work and comfort; I had no inkling what my attire might arouse in Greg.

I was well aware I had a good figure, and to put it bluntly, a nice ass; but that wasn’t a consideration when I got dressed that day, and as I was bending over to pick up one thing or another off the floor, Greg just behind me, I didn’t imagine my son was staring at his mother’s ass.

Or did I? It’s a question I have asked myself over and over and never come to a satisfactory answer. I knew men looked at me, and despite some nagging insecurities, I knew I was attractive. Over the years I’d caught many a wayward glance from my husband’s friends and colleagues, enough so I was well attuned to when I’d caught someone’s eye. And while I would never admit it to myself, I had sometimes seen that look in my son’s eye as he focused his attentions on me, followed by that furtive expression of embarrassment when a young man is caught looking and quickly turns away.

We had been been joking; I’d taken to calling him “Mr. Muscles” as he hauled heavy bags of garbage out of the basement, praising his strong arms and threatening to put him to work on a myriad of jobs around the house. He responded with something about worker exploitation and we had a playful back-and-forth. Were we flirting? bahis siteleri If it had been any other man I would have said so with certainty; but my son? Had there been someone in the room with us, I’m sure they would have confirmed it, but at the time, I never would have admitted it.

So as he stood behind me holding a broom, and I bent over in front of him to pick something up off the floor, displaying my shapely bottom for his penetrating gaze; was I asking for what followed? Or was I as innocent as I’ve allowed myself to think all these years?

I may never have an answer; but as I was bent prostrate in front of him, I suddenly felt the swat of his hand on my tush, and then the light poke of the broom-stick tapping my cheeks! Surprised, I sprung upright and turned to look at him with astonishment, and giggling called out his name like I did when he was a child and in trouble for one thing or another; “Gregory! What do you think you’re doing?”

My laughter revealed the pretense of my apparent indignation, and he took it as an invitation to follow through on what he had started; adopting the pose of a lecherous monster he stalked me, and like Marilyn Monroe running around a desk chased by her lecherous boss I heard myself squeal as I began to skirt around the basement, vainly trying to evade the swat of his broom. I was not entirely successful, and after a lap around the basement and one or two more light swats on my bottom, we stopped running and broke up laughing like two naughty kids. We went back to work and didn’t speak of it, but the rest of the afternoon passed quickly, buoyed by our shared excitement.

It was an enthralling moment, and while I tried to push off it’s implications, the thought of it afterwards took my breath away, and kept me awake late into the night. I was too Catholic, and too innocent(or at least I thought I was), to envision what was too come, but the racing of my heart confirmed the sexual implications of that afternoon’s small gesture, and despite my conscious denial, I felt moisture between my legs.

The next day passed without incident or comment on our flirtation( if that’s what it was), as did the next and the next. Our relationship appeared unchanged, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Weeks went by and as the basement renovation began and things around the house became hectic, our little joke( if that’s what it was) seemed to be forgotten. But what seems to be is not necessarily what is, and periodically I found myself reflecting upon those few seconds in the basement; and as I recalled my exhilaration in being chased and the pleasant sting of his hand upon my ass, I could not help but smile. I wondered if he thought about it too; of course, some time later I learned the memory fueled his imagination on many a lonely evening.

While at that point in our relationship I had no conscious imaginings of the kind fueling Gregory’s nights, I was still curious about the motivation that drove his hand to my butt. Was it simply a playful sign of affection( as I tried to convince myself), or was there something more to it? I was desperate to find out. I didn’t have to wait too long for an answer.

One warm July afternoon we had been to lunch and gone shopping; something we were wont to do once a week or so when he had a day away from his summer job. In every way our periodic afternoon excursions were date-like; time set aside to simply delight in one another’s company; affording us time to converse without interruption about things large and small. I was never aware of thinking of these afternoons as “dates”, but looking back on it, I realize I would spend an inordinate amount of time beforehand, searching for just the right outfit, fixing my hair and putting my face on, ensuring I would look good for him and he would be proud to be with me. I felt the thrill of victory whenever he complimented me on my appearance.

This particular day, we had had a few drinks with lunch, and when a waitress mistook us for a couple, we had quite a laugh about Gregory being my young boyfriend. But the joke stirred some longing in me, and I was just tipsy enough to say something as we left the restaurant; “…well, in a way, you are my boyfriend, aren’t you?”

As he took my arm in his, he replied ” you bet, Mom. Always…”

It all seemed innocent enough.

Among the things we’d bought that afternoon was a hummingbird feeder. The drinks had worn off by the time we got home, and Gregory hung it up on the back porch. I beckoned him back inside to see if we might successfully attract any of those miraculous birds. We stood at the window just above the kitchen sink, waiting. It was a confined space, with room for only one person to be at the sink at a time, so Greg stood behind me, and not being tall,

had to step up on his tippy-toes to see the feeder clearly over my shoulder. After a few seconds, a bird arrived at the feeder, and we both canlı bahis siteleri eagerly craned our necks to get a better view.

Gregory had to lean in against me as he stretched up on his toes; and as he did so his crotch gently pushed up against my ass. To balance himself he put one hand on the sink counter, and his left hand on my hip. My pulse quickened and my heart raced as I felt his touch. Despite myself, I was so excited I couldn’t breathe. We stood there like statues for what seemed an eternity, and truthfully, I didn’t want to move.

As the bird left, it was quickly followed by another, and leaving his left hand on my hip, he placed his right on my shoulder. His weight shifted to rest on me and as I felt his hot breath on my neck, I felt as though I was going to melt on the floor. His crotch pressed against me with more insistence, and while he was careful that it seem only the natural result of our positions against the sink and our mutual desire to see the hummingbirds, I could feel the warm bulge of his hardening cock against my ass. Overcome with fear and desire, I could hear my heart pumping like a jackhammer in my head.

As the birds left and we stepped back from the sink, I felt his hand slide off my hip, and gently, ever so gently, his palm slowly gliding down the curve of my ass; his touch so light as to be almost imperceptible, tracing the entirety of the slope and curve of my cheek until finally coming to rest at the bottom where he cupped his palm ever so slightly against the plumpest part of my derrière.

He was driving me crazy. It was just enough that I was sure he could feel the flesh but not forceful enough to be considered a grab. If it had happened on the subway I’d have barely noticed.

Stepping back from the window, we both pretended to be unaware of what had just passed between us. There was no longer any question about it, his touch was overtly sexual; and I hadn’t objected. The message was clear, our mutual desire hung heavy in the room like the smoke of a smoldering fire.

But we weren’t ready to admit it to one another or, more importantly, to ourselves. We made small talk about the birds, and as others arrived at the feeder, we pointed them out to one another, sure to view from different vantage points. I don’t remember much of the remainder of that day; by the time his father arrived home from work the electro-static charge of the moment had dissipated and we sat at the dinner table as a family, just as we usually did. I remember my husband commenting on the bird-feeder.

By any normal measure of sexual encounters, that moment watching the birds would not even register on the scale. Yet it felt earth-shattering; a monumental crack in the facade of my denial. If I’d been successful at keeping erotic thoughts about my son at bay since that first incident, they rushed through that fissure like flood waters through a crack in a dam now.

The memory of his hard, warm cock against me both plagued and delighted me. Despite myself, I began to wonder what it looked like, the shape of it, how big it was. Naturally, I hadn’t seen it since he’d entered adolescence years before. Unlike his father, Gregory was circumcised; and while I’d been faithful to his father, I never really cared for his cock; I much preferred the look and feel of a circumcised penis. I’d had limited sexual experience before we’d married( it was the 1950’s after all-and there’s no under-estimating the power of Catholic guilt) and I was still a virgin on our wedding night. So while I’d held the shaft of one in my hand, I still wondered what a circumcised cock felt would feel like in my mouth, and inside me. Devoid of its hood, both beauty and elegance are revealed in it’s shape, and I imagined my tongue exploring every curve of the smooth head; a head that seemed as though it would slide so sweetly and effortlessly inside of me.

As days passed, I became obsessed imagining my son’s manhood. I was determined to catch a glimpse of it before the summer ended and he returned to school. Naturally, I hadn’t seen it for a number of years—and I keenly recalled the loss I’d felt when he was nine or ten and the body I’d given birth to, cradled, bathed and diapered, suddenly became inaccessible to me, that time when your child is self-aware enough to demand autonomy and develops a sense of modesty. But that loss was tempered by pride in my child’s growing sense of self; and as a parent I gradually learned to respect those boundaries. This new curiosity, however, was a development of a different order and notions of morality and propriety were helpless before my insatiable curiosity.

Now, imagining his hard, sleek, circumcised penis sent shivers down my spine.

Running his daily routine over and over through my mind, I came to the conclusion the only opportune moment to catch him undressed and unaware would be during or after his shower. My plan was simple; güvenilir bahis remove the towels from the upstairs bathroom and count on him to step into the shower without noticing( which would be typical, judging by how often I found puddles between the bath and the linen closet in the hallway outside).

So early one August morning, while Gregory was still sleeping, I gathered up the all the upstairs bathroom towels, placed them in the laundry room and conveniently forgot to replace them.

I then placed clean towels in a laundry basket and carried it up to the kitchen, where the sound of water running in the upstairs bathroom was usually audible. I made my morning coffee, read the paper and waited. My strategy was to meet him on the landing with the basket of towels just at the moment he came out of the bathroom in search of one from the linen closet. He’d be embarrassed and say there were no towels and I’d say I had done laundry late and forgot to replace them until I heard the water running for his shower. And if all went accordingly, his manhood would be on full display.

It sounds silly now, but its success depended upon precision timing and his adherence to his usual routine. Any deviation and it was a no-go. There were mornings wherein he’d skip his shower entirely and come directly downstairs for his coffee. If that were the case, I’d have to quickly hide the laundry basket and wait for another opportunity.

Some time after nine, I heard him stirring in his bedroom just above the kitchen. I heard his footsteps through the ceiling as he crossed his bedroom floor and walk towards the bathroom. The sound of the bathroom door closing followed. His pattern was to relieve himself, brush his teeth and hop in the shower, in that order. Minutes passed. I held my breath and waited. Would he or won’t he? I heard the muffled sound of the toilet flush. And then, the pipes opening, water rushing—yes! He was in the shower.

He was not one to dawdle under the water, but this morning it seemed like he was taking an extra long time; “What could he be doing in there?” I wondered, growing more impatient with every passing second. Suddenly I found myself imagining him in the shower, soaping up and stroking his stiffening cock as the water cascaded over his youthful body.

Intoxicated by the vision of my son stroking his rock-hard penis, I almost didn’t hear it when the rush of water through the pipes ended abruptly. Catching my breath, I counted to five, picked up the laundry basket and with great restraint, I calmly climbed the stairs. A second off one way or the other, and I’d miss his foray from the safety of the bathroom into the unguarded, wide-open space of the landing. I counted the steps as I walked them; one, two, three—and hoped that for once I’d be in the right place at the right time.

As I approached the landing, I heard the sound of the bathroom door creak open. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I looked up just in time to see my wet, naked son bound out of the bathroom like a frightened deer escaping the forest, his mildly engorged manhood swinging freely between his legs like the trunk of a pachyderm ( to mix my metaphors). I stared, fixated at the sight of his glorious cock; swinging to and fro like a bell on a chain; swollen, sleek and beautifully proportioned, it took all of my strength to turn my eyes up to his shocked face.

Deeply embarrassed, he mumbled something about searching for towels; and handing him one,I replied I’d just washed them. And then, to lighten the moment, I said

” don’t worry, honey, it’s not like I’d never seen it before…” and we laughed, an uncomfortable laugh, as he took the towel and closed the bathroom door behind him; offering me the additional prize of glimpsing his naked tush as he walked away.

I was so pleased with myself, as much for the flawless execution of my elaborate plan as for realizing my goal. Looking back, it was akin to starring in my own bank-heist movie, it was that much fun.

I’d satisfied my curiosity, but once I’d seen it, of course, I wanted to see it again. I wanted to hold it, feel it in my hand, stroke it and make it hard and put it in my mouth and wrap my tongue around the beautiful head of it, explore every delicious curve and then swallow it whole.

My thoughts were racing faster than I could keep up, and before I’d even returned to the kitchen I’d already envisioned sitting astride it, riding it, swallowing it deep within me. Suddenly self-conscious, I stopped my mind in its tracks; “I’d only wanted to catch a glimpse of it, nothing more” I told myself.

I was not prepared for the rush of conflicting thoughts. A deep sense of morality and cultural propriety collided with lust and desire amidst a sense of motherly pride. I remember being pleased thinking that girls would find my son’s cock attractive, and as soon as I’d thought it a well of involuntary jealousy rose within me. I wanted it for myself.

Of course, I knew that was an impossibility, and the realization filled me with sadness, followed by a determined possessiveness and then shame. The simple sight of it, how could the simple sight of his maturity send me into so much turmoil?

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The hot water felt good on Maddie’s body as she took her time lathering herself….. cleaning every inch of her body…. all of a sudden an uncontrollable urge came over Maddie as she was lathering her breasts and nipples……soaping her pussy .

She allowed a finger to tease her clit a little….. soon she slipped a finger slowly inside herself….. then two…. “Ooooooh,” she moaned aloud… the steam made her light headed as she stroked her clit with one hand and squeezed her breast with the other…….. “Mmmmmm,” she was so hot….so horny…

She thought of Sam and planned to meet him again. She shaved her legs, under her arms, and her pussy making sure it was completely bald and she applied a lightly scented lotion all over.

Out of the shower, Maddie chose her outfit for the night. She picked out her smallest black thong and a little black strapless dress that clung to her curves, it was one of Will’s favourites but she hoped that Sam would like it just as much. Maddie got dressed carefully making sure the outfit was perfect. She picked out a pair of heels to complete the outfit which made her butt and legs look fantastic.

Her cell phone rang, “Hey Maddie,” it was Beth, she told Maddie that their boyfriends were both downstairs at the bar and she suggested that Maddie come over to her room so they could help each other get ready and drink some wine. Maddie quickly agreed and grabbing her makeup bag she headed out to Beth’s room. But first she sent Sam a text with the name of the club they were panning to visit.

“Wow, I love your dress,” Beth said as she opened the door for Maddie. Soon the two girls were happily chatting away, music blaring from Beth’s ipod. Beth poured them each a large glass of wine and Maddie sipped away at the drink as Beth helped her get her hair looking perfect. When she had finished, Maddie swapped paces to stand behind Beth and help her style her blonde hair.

“So are you all dressed up like that for Will?” Beth asked causally

“Err … of course,” Maddie replied a little off guard.

“Or are you going to flirt with other guys again tonight?” Beth pressed her

“It was one dance,” Maddie lied.

“At least two,” Beth corrected her.

“I’m on vacation!” Maddie justified. “I’m just having fun you should lighten up, Beth!”

“But Will…”

“Will doesn’t mind so why do you!” snapped Maddie.

Beth was unconvinced but decided to drop it for now not wanting to fall out with her friend on their vacation.

By the time they had finished getting ready the bottle of wine was finished and Maddie was starting to feel drunk. The two friends headed down to the hotel bar to meet the boys.

“Why do you women take so long to get ready?” Richard complained, light heartedly, when the girls joined him and Will at the bar.

“We look good, don’t we?” Beth demanded and the two girls struck a sexy pose.

Will stood up and moved to embrace Maddie. “Wow, you look great!” He kissed her. “I love that dress” he told her.

“I know,” she whispered back, kissing his ear. “I wore it for you,” she lied. “I feel hot dressing up for you” she told him but really she was feeling hot for Sam.

They all had another drink at the bar then headed out.

The club was, if possible, even more full than the Coco Bongo the night before. Maddie swayed her hips in time to the heavy beat as they made their way in and over towards the bar. Maddie was feeling very drunk already as they had been to several bars between the hotel and the club but she had Will go and get her another drink while she scanned the club looking for Sam.

Sam stood talking to his buddies, they had picked a spot that gave them a clear view of most of the club, the dance floor and the bar area. This allowed them to check out the people in the club so they could quickly pick out girls to approach.

“So Sam,” his buddy Greg asked him, raising his voice to be heard over the music, “Tell me more about this Maddie chick? Is she hot”

“Yeah she’s hot,” Sam told him. “Great body, real big tits and a nice butt and you should have seen the dress she wore in the club! That’s what made me first notice her. It tied at the front and only just covered her breasts. It looked so hot!

“And she was dancing with her friend. It looked like her boyfriend had stayed at the bar, not wanting to dance, so I made my move! He was an idiot to let her out of his sight dressed like that!”

Sam had wasted no time in telling his buddies about his exploits with Maddie last night, both in the club and back at his room. But Greg was eager for more details

“So are you gonna meet her again tonight?”

“Dunno,” Sam replied lazily. His eye fell on a tall leggy blonde dancing nearby in a sheer white sundress. “Maybe I’ll find a new bitch to fuck tonight! Yeah,” he said, “I’m gonna pick out the hottest chick in here and take her back with me and bang her!”

And Sam continued scanning the club.

“What about her? ” asked Greg “That girl by the bar in the black dress? türkçe bahis She’s smoking hot!”

Sam looked over where his buddy was pointing and then he saw her. It was Maddie. She looking over in their direction. He had to admit she looked really hot, dressed in a tight, strapless black dress and, he remembered, she had been a great fuck. Sam was still undecided when he saw her boyfriend return from the bar and hand Maddie a drink. He remembered the fun at the beach flirting with Maddie in front of Will and teasing him. He made up his mind.

“I’d love to fuck her!” Greg went on, still not knowing who the girl was.

“That’s Maddie,” Sam told him. “And,” he continued, a sly smile spreading over his face, “That’s her boyfriend stood next to her.”

Sam regaled Greg with the story of flirting with Maddie right in front of Will on the beach and feeling her up while her boyfriend was swimming.

“As soon as her boyfriend went into the sea, I had my hands all over those big tits of hers” Sam told his friend boastfully. “The slut started getting really hot and grabbing at my dick right there with her boyfriend in the sea so I took her off behind some sand dunes and had her go down on me.

“She’s a good cocksucker, Sam continued, “Really knows how to use her mouth and it made her so hot she was finger-fucking herself the whole time. And by the end she was begging me to fuck her right there!”

Greg was listening raptly and kept looking over at Maddie as Sam told the lewd story picturing the scene in his mind.

“But I told her maybe later,” laughed Sam, “And I sent her back to her stupid boyfriend!”

Greg laughed, “What a loser! Hey d’you think he kissed her, like straight afterwards?”

The two friends laughed evilly at the thought.

“Screw him, anyway,” Sam said. “If he can’t keep a hot piece of ass like that happy he don’t deserve her!”

“Amen to that,” agreed Greg.

“She’s a great fuck too,” Sam continued. “Last night she was trying to fuck me right out in the open in club Coco Bongo! I dragged her off to the toilets and fucked her in there.”

“Nice,” said Greg, giving him a high-five.

“Then she texted me like an hour later to meet up again so I took her back to the hotel for a proper fuck. She couldn’t get enough of me. I reckon her boyfriend must be a really bad fuck, probably got a little needle dick that can’t satisfy her.”

“Did she stay over?” Greg asked.

“No! I sent her away once I’d come. She’s just a hot fuck I don’t need her hanging around afterwards,” Sam told him.

“So you gonna go talk to her?” asked Greg.

“Yeah. Watch me go take this chick away from her man!” Sam boasted.

Maddie felt her pussy twitch as she spotted Sam at the other side of the club. He was stood talking with his friends, had he spotted her, she wondered. She decided she should not be too obvious and turned around to carry on talking with her friend so she did not see Sam walk over to them

“Hello again,” he started as though it were a chance meeting. “Would you like to dance with me some more?” he asked. “You don’t mind do you?” Sam addressed this last question to Will almost as an afterthought.

“Okay,” Maddie agreed quickly, not giving Will a chance to object sand allowed Sam to pull her by the hand onto the dance floor.

He led Maddie over to join his friends.

“See,” he told Greg triumphantly, I told you I’d have her away from her boyfriend!”

Greg was impressed as he hadn’t been sure how much his friend had been exaggerating and, up close, he could see he had been right in his assessment of Maddie. She was hot! His eyes fell appreciatively on the generous cleavage that her skimpy dress displayed.

“This is Maddie,” he told his friends, “The girl I told you all about. I’ve just ‘borrowed’ her from her boyfriend. Hope he doesn’t mind!” Sam joked, winking openly at Greg as he said this, leaving Maddie in no doubt as to what he had told his buddy. She blushed a little then Sam kissed her on the lips as Sam’s friends all laughed at his joke.

Breaking the kiss Sam joined in the laughter and after a slight pause Maddie joined in herself even though she felt a bit bad for making fun of Will.

He did not bother to tell Maddie his friends names and instead just took hold of her head giving her another longer kiss.

Sam decided to give his buddies a thrill and his hands moved to Maddie’s tits squeezing them. Maddie moaned in lust and Sam slipped his fingers into the top of her dress.

Maddie froze as he felt Sam pulling her breasts out of her dress she struggled to pull her dress up but Sam’s hands were in the way playing with her tits. Then his hand moved between her legs to her hot pussy and overcome with lust she stopped struggling and gave in.

Greg and the other guys leered as her tits were on display, enjoying the show.

After what seemed like forever to Maddie, Sam straightened her dress and then, winking at his friends, he led Maddie onto the dance floor. Sam iddaa siteleri wasted no time, pulling her close he ran his hands lustily up and down Maddie’s body feeling her up through her tight dress. Maddie pushed her body back against him, grinding into his crotch in heat. She did not know if Will and the others could see her across the crowded dance floor, she did not care. She knew she should feel bad for ditching Will again but she was drunk and horny and Sam got her so hot that she found it hard to think about anything over than his cock. She ran her hands through Sam’s hair and kissed him passionately sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Back at the bar, Will was straining his neck, struggling to see what Maddie was doing through the crowded dance floor. He refused to go over since he didn’t want to let on how bothered he was but he couldn’t believe Maddie left him again to go dance with that Sam guy! He seethed with jealousy imagining what this strange man could be doing to his sexy girlfriend.

‘Fuck it,’ he decided, storming onto the dance floor. Then he saw his girlfriend and couldn’t believe his eyes.

Maddie was wrapped around that other guy, Sam or whatever the hell he was called and she was dry humping him right in the middle of the dance floor as they danced dirtily. Sam decided he had seen enough and turned away storming right out of the club.

As Maddie continued to gyrate hungrily against him, Sam marvelled at how slutty she was being ‘I don’t have to spend time getting her ready,’ he realised gleefully, ‘This horny bitch is ready to go!’ And he decided to get her back to his hotel room right away.

Placing a hand possessively on her ass, he directed Maddie over to his friends again.

“Sorry guys but I go gotta take care of some business,” he told them, giving Maddie’s ass a firm slap through the dress as he said it.

Maddie squealed and giggled but did not protest at this treatment.

“See you later,” Greg told his friend but the whole time his eyes were on Maddie.

Sam steered Maddie through the crowd to the exit; he was keen to get the randy girl back to his room and have her satisfy his aching cock. Maddie let him lead her, not even looking round to see if Will was watching and certainly not bothering to say goodbye. All she could think of was getting fucked again by Sam.

Outside, Sam hailed a cab to get them back to the hotel as quickly as possible. As soon as the cab doors were closed, they were making out in the back seat.

The driver adjusted the rear view mirror and Maddie could tell he was angling it for a better view of her, she moaned into Sam’s mouth the knowledge that they were being watched making her hotter than ever. Sam had one hand between her legs under her short dress teasing her wet pussy through her skimpy thong. Maddie’s hips thrust back urging Sam’s hand to touch her properly push his skilled fingers inside her..

The cab swerved and another car beeped.

“Hey, eyes on the road,” Sam told the driver.

“You must be really making him hot,” teased Sam, whispering in Maddie’s ear as his thumb grazed her clit. “He can hardly keep his eyes on the road.” Maddie gasped in pleasure at his words as much as his touch and she naughtily spread her legs hoping to give the driver an even better view.

The cab drew up at Sam’s hotel and Maddie fumbled in her purse throwing money at the driver, “Keep the change,” she urged impatiently as the driver began slowly rummaging in a box of money. She dragged Sam out pulling him toward the hotel doors, desperate to get up to his room where she could finally get his cock.

Back in the hotel room, Sam practically ripped Maddie’s dress off then threw her on the bed

“Take off your thong,” he told her. “Then turn round and bend over.” Sam demanded.

Maddie did as he asked, horribly turned on by the forceful tone of his voice. She leant over on all fours, her legs spread wide and her pussy gaping open, waiting for his cock to enter her. She didn’t have to wait long. Slowly he pushed himself into her, one delicious inch at a time, prolonging the exquisite sensation.

It felt sublime and she heard herself whispering, “Yes… fuck me Sam!”

He obliged. Once fully inside her, he paused for a moment to grab her long brown hair with one hand and her hip with the other. Her head was pulled back hard and he withdrew his beautiful cock almost to the tip, before thrusting back into her hard. Maddie cried out at the immense pleasure and Sam began to fuck her relentlessly, taking his pleasure roughly.

He gripped her hips, slamming into her, then withdrawing before slamming his full length in again. Maddie whimpered in pleasure at the rough treatment, really turned on at the way Sam was just using her. Although he was seemingly taking no interest in her, only pleasure and just roughly fucking her, paradoxically, Maddie was having the best sex of her life.

“Oh fuck…that feels so good…” She groaned helplessly as his balls slapped against her ass. He deneme bonusu veren siteler let go of her hair and reached forward to rub her clit; the hard button slick with her juices. The combination of his fingers and hard cock caused her to explode once more, her pussy contracting around him in waves of pleasure.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever and, exhausted, she slumped forward onto the bed as Sam banged into her with increasing speed and force. At last he gave one almighty yell and came hard too; pumping hot semen into her gently pulsating cunt as she lay spent, the sweat trickling down her back in the hot room.

When Maddie got back to her hotel room it was almost light. Will heard the door open and opened his eyes, he seemed to come awake almost instantly. He stared at Maddie and his eyes flashed with anger.

“Where have you been?” he demanded. Not giving Maddie a chance to answer he pressed on, “Fucking that guy were you, you little slut?” he accused.

Maddie stammered an excuse about being with Beth.

“Don’t lie to me!” Will shouted. “I saw you all over him on the dance floor!”

“That was just dancing,” Maddie tried. “Please Will, there was nothing more.”

“I don’t believe you, you lying slut!”

They argued back and forth, Maddie still trying to deny cheating on Will. But at last Maddie lost her temper as well.

“Yeah so what if I was fucking him?” Maddie snapped back. There and then she decided she’d had enough of Will.

“At least Sam knows how to satisfy me,” she told him bluntly. “He’s so much bigger and better than you! I could never be satisfied by your little cock again after his!”

Will’s face drained white, he looked furious. Then he really shouted at Maddie, “Fuck off back to him then! Go on get out,” he ordered.

“Fine,” Maddie shouted back, “We are so over! I want to be with Sam not you. He knows how to please a woman,” she mocked, and with that she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

Maddie raced back the short distance to Sam’s hotel as fast as her legs would carry her. She was out of breath when she arrived and she stood panting with exertion as she waited for the elevator. In the elevator, she composed herself straightening her hair in the mirror and catching her breath.

She knocked lightly on Sam’s door until he opened it, naked save for a pair of boxer shorts. He looked sleepy and his hair was tousled. He looked puzzled to see Maddie back again surely she didn’t want more already?

“I’ve left Will,” Maddie announced. “We had a big fight and I told him I’d rather be with you, can I please stay with you?” The words tumbled out in a rush and it seemed to take Sam a moment to take them in.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said. “We only just met, we were really just having fun and well, to be honest, I’m not planning on being ‘exclusive’ this holiday.”

“Please Sam,” Maddie begged.

“If you want to come in I want something first,” Sam told her.

“What is it?” asked Maddie.

“Get on your knees and suck me off,” demanded Sam. “Then I’ll let you in”

“Please, Sam, not out here,” Maddie pleaded. “What if someone sees us?”

“It’s five o’clock in the morning, Maddie! Everyone’s asleep,” Sam reassured her and he boldly pulled his cock out of his boxers.

Maddie decided not to argue any more and, besides, the sight of Sam’s cock made her horny once more. She dropped to her knees on the cheap hotel carpet.

“Take your tits out of the dress as well,” demanded Sam.

Obediently Maddie slipped her dress down to reveal her big tits and Sam eagerly grabbed one in each hand as Maddie reached up for his big cock.

She rubbed it in her hands then licked slowly up and down his shaft, cupping his balls in her hand. Then she took the cockhead in her mouth and flicked her tongue over it lovingly.

Gradually she took more and more cock into her mouth using her tongue skilfully as she did so. She slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed her slit, sucking Sam’s cock was making her so horny. She hoped they would fuck again when Sam let her in the room.

When she had almost the whole shaft in her moth she started to move her head back up but Sam grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her to keep going.

Maddie struggled not to gag as Sam forced her all the way down on his cock until his pubic hair tickled her nose. He held her in place for a second.

“That’s it,” he told her. “That’s the way I like it”

Maddie kept sucking his dick and soon she could tell Sam was close she prepared to swallow but Sam had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“I want to come on your face,” he told her.

Maddie blushed she had never done that with Will but she was feeling so horny that she decided to try it with Sam. Smiling at him she took his cock in her hand she began to wank him carefully, pointing his cock at her face. Her other hand was still rubbing her pussy bringer her closer and closer to her own climax.

“Here it comes, get ready,” Sam grunted, then he let fly. A rope of cum shot from his dick and hit Maddie in the face. Then another shot hit her bare tits. At the same time, Maddie gasped and came herself, from her fingers and the thrill of taking a facial in a hotel corridor.

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Ch. IV: Thanksgiving Fun

Ann and Mark, both naked, slipped quietly into their parents’ bedroom. It was almost 9:00 AM. Louise and Lynn were still asleep. They smiled and got on each side of the bed. Slowly they removed the covers. They stood there for a moment, admiring their parents’ naked bodies. Then they carefully climbed into bed. Ann gently picked up her father’s cock and began to kiss and lick it. It began to twitch and grow until she was able to put it in her mouth and suck on it. Mark carefully moved his mother’s legs and positioned himself between them. He lowered his head and began to lick up and down her bald slit. Louise moaned as her cunt became wet and puffy. For several minutes the two children performed oral sex on their parents. Both parents began to stir as they became more and more aroused. And then they were awake.

Lynn looked down and saw his daughter’s face looking up at him. She had his erection in her mouth and her eyes danced with lustful light. He smiled at her, put his hand on her head, and guided her in fucking her face on him. “Good morning, sweetheart.” he said, “What a wonderful way to wake up.”

Louise watched her son’s face as he continued to lick and suck at her hot pussy. She opened her legs to give him better access. “Lick mommy good, honey.” she said, “Now that you’ve gotten me so horny, you better not stop until you make me cum, you motherfucker you.”

Mark suddenly climbed up over his mother. In one swift motion he buried his hard, young cock in his mother’s hole. “Motherfucker, huh. I’ll show you what it is to be a motherfucker,” he growled. He began to drive his cock in and out of her hot cunt.

Taking Mark’s clue, Ann straddled her father’s hips, grasped his thick cock, centered it, and quickly sank down, burying it inside her little, wet twat. “If Mark is a motherfucker,” she said, “I’m a fatherfucker.” And she began bouncing up and down on his rigid member.

Lynn looked at his wife. “What are we going to do with these horny kids of ours?” he jokingly asked. “I guess we better fuck them good.” she replied. “Wait a minute here.” she continued. “Who are the parents around here? Them or us?” “We are,” he said. “Then we should be doing the fucking. We should be showing them how it is done.” she countered. And with that she began to tickle her son and push him off of her. When he fell on the bed, she quickly straddled him, drove her cunt down over his cock and began fucking him for all she was worth. Her pussy seemed to eat him alive. Mark groaned with the excitement of having his mother take the aggression in their lovemaking.

Lynn grabbed his daughter, pulled her off his cock and threw her on the bed. He bent her legs back against her chest and thrust himself into her wide open pussy. He began to ravage her as he pounded into her again and again. “Yes, yes, daddy.” Ann squealed. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Pound your cock into my hot pussy. Make me cum, daddy.”

With the fast, hard pace both couples were using it did not take long for all four of them to reach the point of no return. Louise ground her wet pussy down on her son’s hard cock as it spasmed, milking his prick with a sucking motion. Mark reached up, grabbed his mother’s hips, and held her down as he thrust up and emptied his cum into her hot twat. Lynn gave one last, deep thrust into his daughter’s cunt and blasted his seed into her hot depths. Feeling her father’s cum spurt into her womb sent Ann over the edge. Her pussy quivered as it clamped down around his shooting rod.

Slowly the couples came apart and rested on the bed. All were breathing hard. Lynn looked at the clock and said, “We better get going if we are going to get to the farm in time for Thanksgiving dinner.”

Mark looked at his parents. bedava bahis “Why can’t we just stay here and have our own Thanksgiving fuck party?” he asked.

“But then you would miss out on the fuck party at grandma’s.” Ann replied.

“Fuck party at grandma’s?” Mark was puzzled.

“Sure,” Louise said, “Your grandmother can be quite a hot piece of ass when she wants to be. Can’t she, honey?”

“She sure can,” replied Lynn. “And lately she has wanted to be a real hot piece of ass.”

“Dad, you’re fucking your mother?” Mark asked excitedly. “Since when?”

Then Lynn, Louise, and Ann filled Mark in on what had been going on around the Benton household over the last few weeks. How Millie caught them and then joined in. When Mark heard about it he said, “Well, what are we waiting for? Let get ready and go. I can’t wait to see just how hot grandma really is.” And with that they all headed to the bathrooms to clean up and get ready to go to grandma’s for Thanksgiving.

Mildred Benton met her son’s family at the door as they arrived. She greeted each with a hug and a kiss, just like normal, except the kiss now included a little tongue for each. When she drew Mark into her arms, she could feel the hard excitement between his legs. As she kissed him, she ground her mound against it. Mark moaned as he sucked on his grandmother’s tongue and felt her press against his hard cock. He reached down and cupped her ass, pulling her tighter against himself. When they broke the kiss, Millie smiled and said, “I see the family told you about me.”

Mark replied, “Yes, they did. And I can’t wait to get into your panties myself, grandma.”

Millie laughed, “That will be a little hard to do, Mark. I’m not wearing any panties. See.” And with that she raised the hem of her dress and revealed her naked pussy to her grandson. It still had a tuft of hair on her pubic mound. But the lips had been shaved clean for better eating.

“Wow!” Mark exclaimed, looking at her cunt with lust in his eyes. “It’s beautiful, grandma. I can’t wait to bury my cock in there.”

“After dinner, Mark, after dinner.” Millie said as she dropped her dress back into place. “Let’s finish getting dinner ready. Then we can eat. After that the fun will start.”

Together they set the table, finished up the last minute preparations, and set the food on the table. There was a lot of groping and touching going on during this time. It seemed that no one could keep their hands to themselves. Eventually dinner was served and they all ate a hearty Thanksgiving meal. During the meal, Louise filled Mildred in on what had been happening at their home, how she seduced Mark and how Lynn and Ann had joined in. She also told her how the kids had awakened them this morning. After dinner was over and the dishes were done, they all gathered in the living room.

Millie turned to her grandson, unbuttoned her dress, and let it fall to the floor. She stood naked before him. “Well, Mark,” she said. “Earlier you said you couldn’t wait to fuck me. What do you think of your old grandmother’s body? Do you still want to fuck this hot pussy?”

Mark began to take his clothes off as fast as he could. “Grandma, you’re not old. You look great! And yes, I still want to fuck your hot pussy.” he replied as he took her into his arms.

“Good,” she answered, as she grabbed his hard cock in her hand. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your father pumped his first load of cum in my hot pussy. I want both of you to fuck me. Father and son, son and grandson, both fucking my hot, wet pussy until I cum and cum.”

With that she pulled her grandson down onto the floor where they began to kiss and caress each other. Millie played with his young cock and balls casino siteleri as Mark kissed and sucked her sagging tits. His hand reached down to finger her shaved twat. He found it wet and ready. Slowly he kissed his way down her belly and buried his face between her legs. As she shifted beneath him to take his cock in her mouth, he began to lick her twat, his tongue darting here and there, in and out, tasting her wet juices.

While they 69’d, the rest of the family undressed and got together to watch this grandmother-grandson coming together. Lynn sat where he could watch the action over his shoulder. Ann placed her young twat in her dad’s face, urging him to suck her hot juices. Louise bent down and took her husband’s cock in her mouth and began gently sucking on it. After a few minutes they switched places. Ann sucked her dad’s cock and Lynn ate out his wife’s dripping pussy.

Mark raised up and shifted around to lay on top of his grandmother. She spread her legs wide to accept him. She grabbed his cock in her hand and guided it into her hot hole. As he eased into her, she cried out, “Oh yes, Mark. Fuck me. Fuck your grandmother’s wet pussy. Let me feel that hard young cock of yours deep inside me.”

As his grandmother’s pussy sucked his cock into her depths, Mark groaned, “Grandma, your cunt is so hot! It’s burning my cock. I love your hot, wet pussy. Oh, fuck.” And with that he began to fuck his grandmother in earnest. In and out he pounded, trying to bury balls and all in her hot depths.

As Lynn watched his son fuck his cock into his mother he almost came. But remembering his mother’s words that she wanted both of them to fuck her, he held back. Instead, he pulled Ann up and began to suck her tits as he reached between her legs to finger her little cunt. He found it to be very wet as he slid two fingers up into her. “Yes, daddy, suck my tits. Finger my pussy. Play with your horny daughter and make me cum.” Ann cried out as she humped herself on her father’s hand.

Louise moved down and straddled her husband’s hips. She centered herself over his cock and lowered herself, taking it into her tight pussy. As she watched her son fuck her mother-in-law, she tried to match her movements to his. Up and down, in and out, she fucked her husband.

Mark was getting close to cumming. His grandmother’s pussy was getting hotter and hotter. She was thrusting up to meet him every time he drove his cock into her. Their pubic bones ground together. He looked down at her. Her head was bent back, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Her tits bounced on her chest with every thrust of his cock. She was moaning out his name. He had never seen her so beautiful, he thought. Then, suddenly, she stiffened under him. Her pussy went wild as it began to suck and quiver around his cock. As she came, she cried out, “Oh, yes. So goooddd! I’m cumming, Mark. Fuck me hard. Drive that hard cock into my pussy. I’m cumming sooo goooddd! Fill grandma’s cunt with your hot cum. Cum with grandma! Cum in my hot pussy!”

Hearing his grandmother beg for his cum sent Mark over the edge. With one last hard thrust he held himself deep in her twat as his cockhead swelled and burst, sending glob after glob of cum into her. Again and again he shot his load into her. “Cumming, grandma. I’m cumming in your hot pussy. Take it all. Take all of my hot seed. I’m cuuummminnng, grandma.” As the last of his cum poured into his grandmother’s twat, Mark collapsed on her chest. They lay together for a moment to regain their breath. Looking down at her Mark smiled. His grandmother smiled back. “You were wonderful, honey. You can fuck me anytime you want.” she said, and then she kissed him.

The combination of hearing her grandmother and brother cumming and bahis siteleri the feel of her father’s fingers in her cunt while he sucked her tits sent Ann into her orgasm. She gasped and ground herself against him as her juices poured out over his hand. Louise also came as she listened to her son cum in her mother-in-law’s tight cunt. She ground her tender pussy down around Lynn’s cock and shuttered in orgasmic release. With both his wife and his daughter cumming on him, Lynn almost lost it and came himself. Somehow he gritted his teeth and held on. He still wanted to fuck his mother, adding his seed to that of his son in her hot hole.

Mark rolled off his grandmother. Louise eased herself off her husband’s cock. Ann sank to her knees as her legs would not hold her up. Lynn crawled over to his mother, his still hard cock swaying between his legs. He looked at her. She looked at him and smiled. Then she reached out her arms and opened her legs. Lynn looked at her pussy. It was wet with the results of her cum. Mark’s cum was beginning to seep out. Lynn bent down and kissed his mother’s wet pussy and then grabbed his cock, placed it at her opening, pushed forward, and slowly slid into her cum-filled cunt. She groaned as he filled her. He loved the feel of her sloppy, wet cunt. “I’m going to love sloppy seconds” he thought. Soon he and his mother were fucking away, enjoying the feeling their love-making gave them.

As Lynn fucked his mother, his wife moved over to her son. She took his slime-covered cock into her mouth and began to lick him clean. Ann joined them. She placed her little twat over her brother’s face and lowered herself down until it was right over his mouth. As his mother sucked him to aroused hardness, he captured his sister’s hard clit in his mouth and began sucking. Soon all five Bentons were lost in sexual heaven.

Because of all the earlier stimulation he received, Lynn felt he could not last too long. He began to drive his cock hard into his mother’s wet pussy. He would twist and grind against her clit. He pounded in and out, faster and faster. He wanted her to cum with him. But then it was too late. He felt his orgasm surge up inside him. His balls twitched. His cock expanded. He began to shoot his seed into her, joining his cum to that of his son inside his mother’s womb. He put his head down on her breasts and groaned as he poured himself into her.

Millie felt her son’s cum shoot into her hot twat. Knowing that she now held both her son’s and grandson’s seed in her body, she sighed and pulled her son close. She shook as she let her orgasm overtake her. Soon they calmed down. When Lynn moved away from his mother, Ann could see the double load of cum leaking from her grandmother’s pussy. She got off her brother’s face, knelt between her grandmother’s legs, and began to suck the cum from her twat. Mark watched his sister suck their grandmother. He realized that she was the only woman of the family he had not yet fucked that day. He eased his mother off his cock and crawled behind his sister. Lifting her ass a little, he sent his cock deep into her with one hard thrust. Ann’s face was pushed down into her grandmother’s pussy as her brother entered her. She groaned and thrust her butt back against him. “Fuck me, Mark,” she said. “Fuck me good while I eat grandma’s pussy.” Then she put her head back down and resumed her sucking. Millie moved around so she could watch her grandson fuck her granddaughter. She kissed and licked at their joining, adding pleasure to their coupling.

Louise needed a hard cock in her hot cunt. She went over to her husband and sucked his cock hard again. Then she sat on him, taking him deep into her hungry pussy. Watching her children fuck with their grandmother, she began bouncing up and down on Lynn’s cock. He reached up and began to squeeze her tits as she fucked him. He looked around. Yes, he was a normal man with an average family all right. An average family that just loved to fuck each other silly, that’s all. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Please read the Bachelorette Party and After The Party before this one, as this is the third installment. I apologize for changing the title on the second installment and not informing you, the readers. I will not make that mistake in the future. Please feel free to leave comments and feedback, either good or bad. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

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Jason did not even remember the drive home. His mind had been a swirling vortex of emotional turmoil. He really couldn’t believe that he hadn’t run off the road, or worse, gotten into an accident. All he had been able to think about was how good it had felt to have his mother laying on his chest, his cock stuffed firmly up her pussy. Part of his mind had screamed at him how wrong it was. While another part, the dark part, had been telling him how great it felt. Never in his life had he felt such a deep-seated love for her than at that moment. He had always loved her. But this was different. This was the kind of love meant to be shared by lovers.

After he had washed the smeared make-up from his face, he had taken a hot, calming shower and change into a t-shirt and jeans. Once done he had fixed himself a tall glass of Bacardi and coke, then plopped down on the couch to think of what to do.

An hour later found him still on the couch. The glass was long empty by now but he made no effort to refill it. How could any of this have happened, he kept wondering. It was like his life was taking a nosedive, and there was no reverse switch to pull. He knew that he hadn’t done anything to cause his mother to have sex with him. This thought eased his mind a little, but didn’t erase the fear he felt. If she were to find out it had been him under her, how would he be able to ever look her in the face again. A soft knocking at the front door interrupted his thoughts. Weakly, he got up and answered it.

Swinging the door open, he was greeted with the sight of Aunt Carol standing there with a warm smile on her full lips. She was dressed in a conservative tan pants suit, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“We need to talk,” she stated, as she pushed past him into the front room and took a seat on the couch.

“Would you care for a drink?” was all he could think to say.

“No thanks. Some other time maybe, but you go ahead,” she answered, seeing the empty glass in his hand.

He closed the door and went to the side table that held his meager collection of booze bottles. Once there he proceeded to fix another rum and coke. A stiff one. His hands trembled as he tried to pour the drink.

“So Jason…or should I call you Mister Clown?”

Jason almost dropped the bottle when she said that. He kept his back to her, hoping to buy enough time to get his wits about him, but failing miserably.

“Excuse me?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Oh sweetie,” she started. “I know everything, so don’t be afraid. I’m not angry with you.”

Turning slowly around to face her, Jason could feel the heat on his blushing face. He wondered if he might pass out even.

“How did you find out, Aunt Carol?”

“I think we are well past the ‘Aunt’ stage, so why don’t you just call me Carol.”

“Okay. Carol it is,” he replied sheepishly.

“Finding out was quite easy,” she began. “I’m the one that booked you for the first party, so I knew were you worked. All I had to do was to persuade your boss to tell me who you were. Believe me it didn’t take much persuading, if you know what I mean.”

“But why did you?” Jason asked.

“Oh honey, you can’t be serious,” she laughed. “When I saw how big that tool of yours was, and how good it felt inside me, there was no way that I wasn’t going to get some more of that.”

“Even after you found out I was your nephew?”

“I have to admit; I was quite shocked at first. But I really have no qualms about that. All I know is that I wanted some more of that big cock, regardless of who you were.” she answered.

Jason was taken aback by her statement, but also relieved that she wasn’t upset by the whole affair. Taking a long pull on his drink, he began to relax a little. After all, she was a very beautiful woman. And he had to admit that he had enjoyed it, no matter how taboo it might be.

“I am so relieved to hear you say that. I have been so scared that you would find out and hate me forever,” he told her.

“Well stop worrying about it. Besides, you are a man and I’m a woman, not just relatives. We both have urges, and I for one don’t like to deny myself pleasure in this ole world. Remember Jason; you only live once, so be good to yourself. Which brings me to the reason I am here.”

Was she here to finish what had gotten started today, he wondered? Or was there some other motive for showing up at his door. He was unable to tell by looking at her, but alarm bells were going off in the back of his mind.

“Were you surprised when your mom showed up?” There was a slight glint in her eyes as she awaited his answer.

“Surprised doesn’t illegal bahis come close to how I felt when I saw who was there. Never in a million years would I have believed that would happen.”

“You did look pretty stunned,” she chuckled.

Something began to nag at him. There was more to this than he knew, and he was afraid that he was about to find out. Jason stared into her eyes, trying to figure out the right thing to say.

“Did you have any idea that mom was going to come over today?” he asked, sure he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” came her reply.

“But why would you set me up like that Aunt Carol?” he practically demanded.

“It wasn’t to set you up. It was to give my sister some much needed, and very deserved pleasure.”

“But with her own son?” he asked quickly.

“Let me explain something to you,” she began. “Your mom has sacrificed a large portion of her life to give you and your sister Kelly everything that she could. That includes her giving up a very healthy sex drive.”

“Nancy and I get together and talk,” she continued. “She told me that she hasn’t had proper sex since your father died. She said that it wouldn’t be right to bring a strange man to her bed. It wouldn’t be the same for her.”

Jason sat and thought about this. Now that he recalled, he really hadn’t seen his mother go out on dates. Sure, she went out to dinner with friends, but not out with single men. Growing up he had been too preoccupied with his own life to really notice what his mother was, or wasn’t doing, as far as the opposite sex was concerned. He couldn’t imagine going that long without having some kind of fling at least.

“So mom has not had sex in all that time?” he asked, a little uncomfortable talking about his mom’s sex life.

“Not in the conventional way. But there are other ways for a woman to enjoy herself,” Carol answered.

“Let me see if I can explain,” she added.

He sat down on the couch and quietly listened to what she was telling him. She told him that when his mom and her were growing up, they had experimented on each other. Both had enjoyed the things they had done, and on occasion still did. Although his mother had to be semi drunk before she could participate, those times seemed to help her unwind. She also explained that Nancy needed more than just a roll in the sack. She needed to know that she was loved.

Hearing that his mother and Aunt had a sexual relation was a blow to his already tortured mind. He had no idea that his own mother was such a sexual being. After all, she was just mom. Not someone you would think of in that way. At least, not until now anyway. Dark thoughts began to creep into his subconscious. Vivid images of his naked mother sliding down his cock filled his head. Without him noticing, his cock began to slowly inflate and move in his jeans. Carol noticed however, a knowing smile spreading on her full lips.

His revelry was broken when he became aware of her talking to him. He also became acutely aware of his stiffening condition. It was actually becoming quite uncomfortable in his jeans.

“Listen Jason,” he heard her saying, “Why don’t you take Nancy out to dinner tonight and spend some time with her.”

“I don’t know if I can do that. Not by myself anyway,” he told her flatly.

“Sure you can. And I know it would do Nancy a world of good to get out and let her hair down for a change.”

With that, she stood and headed toward the door. Taking a large pull from his drink, he stood and followed. At the door he asked if maybe she could come too. She turned and faced him, then reached up and pulled his face down to hers. She leaned up and planted a soft, wet kiss on his lips, while one of her hands rubbed the bulge crawling down his pants leg.

“I can’t sweetie,” she smiled, “I promised Kelly that we would go shopping and maybe take a swim back at my place later.”

The look she gave him right before she left had him wondering. In his minds eye, it had been the look of a predator. God, he had to get his shit under control he thought, as he picked up the phone and dialed his mom’s number.

Nancy had been completely surprised by her son’s call. She couldn’t remember the last time they had spent any time together. Maybe a night out with her son was just the ticket to take her mind off the events of earlier. How she could have acted like such a whore at the first sight of a hard penis was upsetting to her. Even if it has been in like forever since she had seen one, that was no excuse, she admonished herself. A little shiver ran up her spine as she remembered how good it had felt to have that big cock pushed so far up her cunt. Suddenly her knees buckled slightly, and she could swear that she’d had a small orgasm. Get a hold of yourself girl, you’re going out with your son in a bit and don’t need him wondering what’s going on with you, she told herself. She spent the next two hours getting ready. A long hot bath and then picking out what to wear took casino siteleri most of that time.

They had agreed to meet at the Roxy, a club that had good food and a dance floor for those that wanted to shake their stuff. Another benefit, it was only a block from Jason’s apartment, so he could walk there.

Jason had arrived early and took a seat at a table not far from the small dance floor. He was facing the entrance when he saw Nancy arrive. His heart gave a flutter as he watched her approach their table. She was wearing a simple denim dress that hugged her curves with just the right amount of snugness. It had only a moderate plunge at the neckline and ended just above her knees. The one thing that stood out was the gold colored zipper that ran down the entire front of the dress. That would be easy to get off, he absently thought. Whoa, where did that come from he asked himself, shaking his head trying to dislodge the offending thought.

The evening progressed quite nicely for both of them. They ate a light meal and chatted endlessly the entire time. It had been a couple months since they had been together so they spent most of the time catching up. After they ate Jason ordered a small pitcher of margaritas. Nancy declined at first saying that she had to drive home, but after Jason told her that he would get her a cab or she could spend the night at his place, she relented. Jason knew that his mother was not much of a drinker, but was a little surprised when he noticed how fast she was actually finishing her drinks. It appeared to him that something was on her mind, and he thought he knew what it was. No matter how hard he tried to entice her onto the dance floor, she wouldn’t budge. She would laugh it off saying that he didn’t want to be seen dancing with his old mom in public. He protested, but got nowhere on the subject of a dance.

Nancy started feeling the effects of the drinks by the time the pitcher was half empty. She could tell that there wasn’t going to be any driving herself home tonight. That was fine with her. Now she could relax and enjoy her time with her handsome son, and catch a cab later. She knew that Jason’s apartment was small, with one bed and you had to go through the bedroom to get to the bathroom. So staying there didn’t seem like an option to her. At times, she would sneak a glance at him when she thought he wouldn’t notice. She was so proud of how he had turned out; it filled her heart with pride. But there was also something about him that tickled the far recesses of her mind. Something she just couldn’t quite grasp. Maybe she was just being silly because of the drinks. When Jason suggested they go back to his place for a while, she readily agreed. The evening was still early and she really was having a good time.

Once they were at his place, Jason went over to his stereo and put on some soft jazz. He knew his mom liked that kind of music. He fixed them both drinks and told her to kick her shoes off and relax while he put on something more comfortable. He went to the bedroom and put on a pair of old sweat pants and a t-shirt. Much better, he thought as he returned to the front room and took a seat on the opposite side of the couch as his mom.

Nancy was leaning back with her eyes closed, listening to the mellow tunes, when she felt eyes staring at her. Looking over at Jason, she noticed that he was watching her closely. He had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

“What are you smiling about,” she asked with a laugh.

“Just love to see you relaxed is all,” came his soft reply.

“Are you happy, mom?”

“Right this minute, I’m very happy. Why do you ask?”

“Just want to make sure,” he said.

They settled in comfortably and let the music and peace wash over them. He refilled their drinks, but other than that, neither moved.

“Would you still like to dance with your old mom,” she suddenly asked. Catching him completely off guard.

He stood up, held out his hand, and then pulled her gently to him when she took it. She snuggled in to his body and wrapped her arms around him. He had to lean way down to take her in his arms. He caught the scent of her perfume immediately. It smelled like honeysuckles; one of his favorites. Without thinking about what he was doing, his hands began to caress her entire back, dipping low enough to feel the swell of her ass cheeks.

Nancy savored the feel of his strong arms around her. Resting her head on his chest, she let his warmth and smell envelope her. She could feel his hands roaming over her back and the top of her buttocks. She was lost in the moment, her mind in a far off place of peace and serenity. When his hands moved further down on her buttocks she felt herself becoming wet. Before she realized what was happening, the music ended. Breaking their embrace, she staggered back a little and looked him in the eyes. She could see something there. Something oddly familiar.

“Damn, I forgot how tall you are,” she chuckled, trying to poker siteleri lighten the atmosphere. “Next dance, I think we need a chair for me to stand on. But for now, I have to go to the lady’s room.”

Jason watched her head toward the bathroom. He could see she was a little unsteady as she disappeared through the bedroom door. He was also very much aware that his cock was trying to escape the confines of his sweat pants. He sat back down and tried to get his hormones in check.

Nancy made it the bathroom, shut the door, then just stood there thinking. Has it been so long without being in a man’s arms that my own son would arouse me, she asked herself. Maybe it was just a by-product of today’s episode at Carol’s house that she was feeling. Her son had just caressed her in the same way that the clown had. Sure, that is all it is she told herself. Gathering herself, she flushed the unused toilet and step out into the bedroom. Instinctively she took a quick look around the room. The bed was neatly made, but near one wall she saw a clothes hamper had been knocked over. Her motherly habits kicked in and she went over to straighten out the mess. Picking the hamper up, something inside caught her eye. Stuffed partway down inside was an outfit with bright yellow and red colors. She knew right away what it was, as her trembling hands reached in and pulled it out. Holding it up, she saw that it was a clown costume. She felt faint as she headed to the front room, clutching the outfit tightly to her chest.

Jason heard her coming and glanced in her direction. All the blood rushed from his face when he realized what she was holding. He sat there in stunned silence as she came closer and closer. Her eyes darted back and forth from him to the costume in her hands. She stopped right in front of him.

“Jason…” she managed to say.

“It’s not what you think, mom,” he croaked.

Nancy could no longer stand; she sank down on the edge of the couch, her eyes welling up with tears.

“My God. I fucked my own son,” she cried.

Jason dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled the costume out of her hands. He threw it behind the couch, before cupping her tear-streaked face in his palms. Forcing her to look him in the face, he proceeded to tell her everything that he could. He explained about his job, and how he ended up at Carol’s place the first time. Then he told her that he had only gone over the second time to let Carol know the truth before anything else happened. But he had been weak. When she had come out of the pool he was lost, his lust had swallowed him whole. Looking deeply into her eyes, he told her that when he saw her on top of him, it was the most beautiful and erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.

Listening to her son try to explain things, Nancy could feel the love pouring out of him. Her tears started to dry up, and her heart reached out to him.

“But I’m your mother, Jason,” she began. “How could it have been beautiful to you?”

“It was like going home,” he told her.

Nancy didn’t know what to say. Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her, not realizing this forced her knees apart. She hugged him tightly as he scooted closer to her. This caused her to have to spread her legs wider to accommodate his body. She felt his arms encircle her as he buried his face into her neck. Her love for him overwhelmed her as she crushed him to her breast. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, sending little chills of pleasure throughout her body. When his lips started planting soft kisses on her neck and behind her ear her body betrayed her. Her nipples became rock hard and there was a definite dampness spreading in her crotch.

He nuzzled her neck, then for some unknown reason, began to place tiny kisses up and down it. When he put one behind her ear he felt a shiver run through her. His hands had a mind of their own as they slid down and started rubbing her sides up and down gently. Jason moved his kisses to her jaw, then under, to the front of her neck. He heard a small moan escape from her parted lips, as his continued to explore her. Neither of them was aware that her legs had been opened widely and her dress had ridden up enough to expose the lacy black panties she was wearing.

She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. Moving her hands between them, she held his face and started to kiss it all over, smothering him in light pecks until suddenly their lips met. With a hunger born of frustration she mashed her lips to his, pushing her tongue deeply into his mouth. Her mind screamed for her to stop this madness, but her lust would not be denied.

With his tongue doing battle with hers, he moved his right hand around and cupped her breast, his other one resting on her hip. He could feel his cock straining to be free as he slowly reached up and began to lower the zipper of her dress. The heat coming off of her was unlike any he’d experienced before. Pulling his face away, he stared at her chest as the zipper went lower until her chest came into view. He was happily surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He gently pushed her back until she was half lying on the couch, while his hand pulled the zipper the rest of the way down.

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