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I didn’t expect to meet Julio today, or any other day.

Our paths might never have crossed but my friends and I decided to see a movie at the Luna. We had time to kill beforehand so we arranged to meet at a cafe on Oxford Street. I was late as usual and struggled to find a parking spot in the pouring rain, a cold wet day in August. My umbrella turned inside out as I got out of my car and struggled with it, feeling the rain lash against my back, inadequately dressed for the weather, my shirt and skirt becoming soaked.

“You need a hand?” said a voice behind me, gesturing to my umbrella, and I looked up into the face of Julio, whom I didn’t yet know. Before I could say anything he took my umbrella and turned it out the right way, smiling at me and handing it back. He himself had no raincoat or umbrella but ducked his head and strode off down the street without giving me a chance to speak. Just my luck I thought, he was gorgeous. The stereotypical tall, dark and handsome man. I thought I heard a trace of a Spanish accent and he certainly looked exotic, dark hair and eyes and darkish skin, full lips. Javier Bardem, I thought, that’s who he reminds me of. The Spanish actor who often featured heavily in my sexual fantasies. Oh well, never mind. I headed down the street in the same direction he’d gone to meet my friends Marie and Joy at the cafe.

The place was packed but they were already sitting at a table and had ordered me a latte. I gave my friends a wet hug then gratefully slipped into the seat they’d saved for me, shaking off my wet umbrella and putting it by my feet. My long hair hung in damp ringlets, dripping over my shoulders. Marie handed me a napkin, and I began trying to dry myself off a bit.

“Thanks,” I said. “I must look a mess, I got caught in the rain.”

“Obviously,” said Joy laughing, “But you look great, even dripping wet. You need to wear a few more clothes though K. Shirt’s gone a bit see through!”

I looked down and noticed my shirt clinging to me so I hunched over the table. Joy began regaling us with an account of her weekend, I sat listening but a bit distracted thinking about how cold and wet I was and how the thought of the man outside made me feel a little warmer. I held my cup in both hands, feeling warmth return to my fingers slowly and enjoying the sensation of the warm liquid sliding down my throat as I sipped.

“Look I’ll be back in a sec, I can’t relax till I’ve used the bathroom and cleaned myself up,” I said to my friends.

“Ok K, we’re not going anywhere!” Marie laughed.

I negotiated my way through the crowd and found the bathroom. I stood at the mirror and got out my compact, patching up my smudged mascara and lipstick. My hair was ok though damp, I turned on the hand dryer and stuck it under there for a few moments. A girl walked in giving me a smile and a nod. I flung my head back and looked in the mirror – much better. My sheer crossover top was a little damp and my nipples because of the cold were clearly visible through the fabric, but I could live with that. I looked pretty good for a drowned rat. I took my handbag and pushed the door open, rounded the corner and bumped straight into him.

Him, that I’d seen outside.

“You look a little dryer now,” he smiled. “Little less stressed too.”

I managed to speak this time. “Thanks for that before. Feel better now too, bloody rain!”

“I know, it’s full on, I’m housesitting nearby and the roof has a leak. Been up all night putting buckets underneath! And the woman who owns the place has this stupid little dog who barks at the rain. Driving me nuts,” he laughed, looking at me the whole time.

“Good area to be housesitting though, so much to do around here. I live in the hills and it’s really quiet,” I said. “I love Leederville, cool shops, nice cinema…” I broke off, realising I was rambling.

“What’s your name?” he said.

“Oh. I’m K. What’s yours?”

“Julio. Didn’t want to keep talking without knowing your name. D’you want to have a coffee with me, or…”

“I would but I’m here with friends. Sorry, I would really like to, but…”

“It’s ok, I’ll be here for a bit, doing some study in the corner there, better than being there with the dog at home. Say hi again before you go?”

“Yep for sure,” I said, smiling. He took my hand and leaned down to whisper in my ear “You’re beautiful.”

I felt a strange liquid feeling in my legs as I felt his lips close to my ear, the words warm and sensual. I didn’t know what to say, felt his lips brush my skin as he whispered to me. Those lips were so full and I wondered for a moment how they might feel elsewhere on my body. Shakily I returned to the table and sat down, trying to chat normally to my friends but feeling elated at what had just happened and wanting badly to go and sit at Julio’s table and whisper back to him what I was feeling. Now and then I glanced over there and each time we made eye contact and smiled. He didn’t appear to be doing a lot of study. He was studying me instead.

We sat for a while drinking more coffee canlı bahis then Marie realised the time and asked if we were ready to go. I stood up, feeling a little dizzy.

“Are you ok K, you almost fell over then,” said Marie.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. A bit dizzy – look why don’t you guys go on to Luna without me, I might go home and lie down, feeling a bit weird,” I said.

“Are you ok? You sure?” Joy looked concerned.

“Yep I’ll be fine, go ahead and I’ll text you later. Just tired I think,” I answered.

They were hesitant about going but I convinced them I’d be ok so they left. I realised that Julio had been watching from his table in the corner the whole exchange. I felt bad about not going with the girls but I did feel weird. Not in a bad way though, a lightheaded feeling and a definite arousal, knowing that Julio was in the same room as me. I picked up my things and walked to his table.

“I’m not going without saying hi,” I said, and sat down. He smiled and pushed his coffee cup towards me and I took a sip from it knowing his lips had been on it and watching him watching me.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” I said. We sat and chatted for a while, or I chatted while he just smiled and watched me. He seemed comfortable with me and I with him. Now and then he would add to the conversation. He was originally from Guatemala and had an Australian accent peppered with a strong Hispanic flavour. I watched his mouth as he talked and listened to his accent which was already making me feel aroused. His lips were just so sensuous and full. He had chocolate brown eyes which were magnetic but the lips just kept getting my attention. He’d stopped talking now and I realised I was just sitting there gawking at him while he smiled at me.

“Let’s go, you follow me,” he said, and without any further thought I did.

Julio walked with me in the rain back to my car, where he slipped in next to me. His car was parked further away so I offered to drive him to it, then follow him. My car was small and his shoulders wide, they touched mine as we sat side by side. My hand touched his knee now and then as we changed gears. We reached the carpark and he jumped out, saying “See you in a minute.”

I had a brief moment’s hesitation as I followed him to the place he was staying. I didn’t know him and here I was going to a private place with him where anything could happen really but for some reason it felt ok. Never would have thought I’d find myself going to the house of a stranger.

The drive was short and I pulled up behind him in the driveway of a block of townhouses. Julio went to the front door and I got out of my car, locked it and walked up to where he stood. As he turned his key we heard the little dog he’d mentioned yapping, and we both laughed. Julio held the door for me and I stepped into the entry of the townhouse, the dog now snapping at my heels. Julio shooed it away and we stood watching it race around the room, side by side.

“Do you want a coffee or something?” he said, and I shook my head no. Julio looked down at me and moved closer, his hand on my hip now. He pulled me in towards him and kissed me. His full lips completely covered mine and I could feel his small patch of facial hair beneath his lips tickling my mouth and chin. His warm tongue moved into my mouth and his teeth caught my bottom lip, just gently, and let it go again, his lips never leaving mine. I felt his hand come up to my face and slide behind my head, his fingers entangled in my long curls, pulling me closer still and kissing me harder, more urgently.

I felt a hot shiver all over my body and a distinct warmth between my thighs as Julio tightened his grip around me, kissing me all over my face. I felt I could stand there all day and just be kissed by him. I had never been kissed so sensually and arousingly before. I had to stand on tiptoe to reach him and felt myself becoming more and more lightheaded with every kiss.

“I wanted to do this as soon as I saw you, god the things you do to me,” he muttered in my ear, and I melted into him, he began biting at my lobe, sliding one hand down my back to knead my ass and the other hand slowly down my throat to my breast, where he squeezed and kneaded, moaning as he felt their soft fullness and my hard nipple pushing at the fabric of my shirt. His thumb found the nipple easily and he rubbed it across as he massaged my breast, still exploring my mouth with his own. He began kissing down my neck, every movement of his lips and tongue sending thrills of arousal through my whole body. I could feel my underwear sticky and damp between my thighs as Julio now licked down the length of my throat then back up to my ear, still holding, kneading and squeezing my breast, now moving his other hand around and doing the very same to the other breast, pushing aside my top and sliding his hand inside my sheer bra where my hard nipple met the skin of his fingers, then his mouth nipping and biting at my nipple through the bra.

My legs were shaking, my nipples always so sensitive and kaçak iddaa if touched the right way, I could climax from their stimulation. Julio knew just how to touch and kiss, I don’t know how much time passed with us standing there kissing and touching. I hadn’t kissed for so long in many years, kissing usually led straight to fucking in my experience but Julio wasn’t tiring of this. He continued mouthing my nipples through my top then moved his face back to mine where he covered my mouth fully with his own, sucking my lips inside his, until I couldn’t help but imagine how those lips and tongue would feel on my lips down below, my hot and now aching and throbbing pussy. I started to imagine that tongue flicking across my hard clitoris while those full lips sucked my tender labia right inside them, like a French kiss on my mound.

I closed my eyes and leaned into him, pushing my crotch against his and feeling his hard cock press against me. I ran my hands down and squeezed his buttocks while pushing his hips against my own, feeling him thrust almost unconsciously. Julio ran his hands down to my ass and pulled up my skirt, sliding a hand inside the back of my black lace underwear and kneading my full cheeks in the same way he was still kneading my breast. His lips were moving all over my face now, from my eyes which he kissed, running his tongue over the lids, I never realised how sensitive my eyelids were until that moment. I felt his mouth exploring my cheeks, my ears, then my neck again. His whole body was in tune with mine, I felt no concept of time while we stood there so lost in each other. I couldn’t believe that this time yesterday we’d never met.

Without saying anything Julio took my hand and led me to the steps leading upstairs, motioning for me to go first. He walked close behind me up the steps and caressed my ass through the velvet of my skirt as he followed me. My legs felt shaky as I mounted each step, I knew things would go further but it had been so long since I’d slept with anyone other than my partner, I felt nervous and slightly anxious but also on fire about the possibilities.

We stepped into the bedroom and Julio began kissing me again, this time reaching for the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head so I was just standing in my skirt, boots and black bra. My nipples stuck through the sheer fabric and for a moment once again he sucked and nipped them through the fabric. I was soaking wet by now and aching to be touched. He reached behind me pulling me close to his chest to undo my bra. My breasts fell free of their constraints and he took them both in his hands, murmuring and marvelling at them, squeezing and rubbing them and using his amazing mouth now all over them. I stood and ran my hands through his thick mane of dark hair as he did so, bringing him closer. Julio put his face between my breasts and squeezed them together, I could feel his tongue and mouth working at the soft skin between them, his hands pulling and pinching at my hard nipples.

Julio gently pushed me backwards onto the bed, still touching and kissing me. I struggled with his zip, wanted to see him, but he was too busy with my body to make it easier for me. He laid me down and sat back on his knees for a moment, admiring my body, his face looking intense and his eyes burning into mine, then moving over my body. He put his hands on either side of my neck and stroked them down to my breasts, lifting them and pushing them together, his palms grazing my nipples, sending fresh waves of desire down to between my thighs. He leaned down to kiss me once again, his lips moving over my face, his knee between my legs and rubbing against my pussy, running a tongue once again down my breasts, down over my belly to the waistband of my skirt which was still on.

Julio pushed my skirt up to my waist so that my thighs and underwear covered mound were exposed. He tongued my belly button as his hand slowly slid up my soft thigh, stopping briefly at the triangle of sheer black lace and rubbing gently there. I caught a wave of my musky scent as he touched me, knowing I had soaked through my pants and how damp my inner thighs were. I tried to raise myself to touch the bulge in his pants again but he gently pushed my hand away. I could see he wanted to give me pleasure so I laid back again, shaking in anticipation and my breath becoming rapid as his hand just gently grazed my mound.

He parted my legs and moved in between them kneeling, his knees holding my thighs apart. His free hand explored my nipple still, rolling it between his finger and thumb, now and then rubbing his thumb over the tip. His hand dipped between my thighs and rubbed now the wet centre of my underwear, just his fingers stroking up and down over my slit. I ached for him to slide his fingers inside me. He pushed gently at the gusset and the fabric gave way under his fingers, now pushing at the opening of my pussy, the fabric and his fingers both entering me. I knew I was dripping wet, my thighs fell open and I let him sink his panty covered fingers inside me. He leant down kaçak bahis and buried his face in my crotch, breathing in my scent deeply, murmuring and moaning as he did so. His face was almost as hot as my flesh there and I could feel his breath on my aching labia.

With both hands he reached underneath me and slid down my pants, which were bunched up in between my thighs, peeling them away from my slick flesh. He put a juicy finger to my lips and my tongue darted out to suck it, tasting my own arousal and enjoying the sensation of his finger sliding into my mouth. His other fingers explored my lips now, parting the swollen flesh and sliding gently inside my wet pussy. Julio moved his finger inside my mouth in unison with the finger deep inside me and I eagerly sucked and licked it, imagining what his hard cock might feel like, his taste in my senses.

My skirt was still caught up around my waist, Julio pushed it up further and kissed down the length of my body. My hands went to my own breasts and I pushed them together so he could lick and suck both nipples at once. I felt so close to orgasm just from this stimulation, knew how quickly I would come once he touched me again. His tongue continued its journey down my torso, once again to my navel which he lapped at, then past my skirt to my soft dark hair. I nearly went crazy from the thought of those expert lips on my pussy, wanted him to just bury his whole face there and as if reading my mind he did, opening his soft mouth wide and almost engulfing my whole sex, those soft lips mouthing my own nether lips and his hot wet tongue exploring every crevice and fold, drawing them out and nibbling then licking, teasing around my clitoris which felt ten times larger and harder than normal, moving his tongue inside me and licking the soft walls of my pussy, then running back up to the apex of my pussy where by now my clit must have been sticking right out of its hood.

I felt Julio’s hand move inside me now, I don’t know how many fingers he had slid inside but I felt him stretching me gently, rubbing deep inside me at my gspot, almost painful but exquisitely slow, coupled with the sensations from his mouth now on my lips again I felt myself becoming dizzy, faraway, just lost in the pleasure he was giving me. I felt a well lubricated finger slide into my ass, a slim finger which gave me no pain, as he pushed the hood of my clit back and began sucking on it gently. I really thought I might pass out now with the things he was doing to my body, it seemed every part of him was involved in making me feel good. My hands squeezed and kneaded my own breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples now, my hips beginning to grind involuntarily, my breathing getting faster and faster as Julio just consumed me, body and soul. I began moaning, to me it seemed loud but it might have been in my head for all I knew because I possessed no sense whatsoever.

I had never felt such sensations in my pussy before. My whole being was centred there, on Julio’s hands and mouth touching and caressing every small part of me, seeming to instinctively know what made me feel good. He relished tasting and touching me and made few sounds except small appreciative moans similar to my own. I felt his soft hair brushing my thighs and even this aroused me. I could feel myself now beginning to climax, internally and externally, my clitoris becoming harder and my legs starting to shake violently as I did so. The pleasure gathered deep inside me and took me over and he didn’t relent, kept up all his hand and mouth movements, I came the hardest I had ever come, over and over, gripping the sheets beneath me and almost screaming as I did, my head so dizzy, almost hyperventilating. Still Julio didn’t stop and it almost hurt but he kept licking and sucking at my clitoris and labia until I felt the next wave of orgasm coming, my juices now running down and soaking the bed, my thighs clamping around his face, which was hot and sweaty and soaked with my come. I had trouble catching my breath and Julio eased his movements now just lapping at my lips, gently nipping at my inner thighs.

Aftershocks of pleasure kept hitting me as he laid down next to me and kissed me. I loved the taste of my juices and the smell was so arousingly musky. Julio spread my thighs and massaged my mound again, I could feel my inner lips so fat and swollen now that they protruded from between the outer ones. Julio rubbed and massaged me there as we continued to kiss, my whole body slick and his skin too, my hair dishevelled.

“Julio, I want you to fuck me, have you got anything?” I whispered to him.

“No, damn, I haven’t, I wasn’t expecting this,” he answered.

“Ok, next time. But I want your clothes off, want to see your cock,” I growled at him.

I slid off my skirt and pulled him up a little, pulling his shirt off over his head. His skin was brown and he had a smattering of chest hair, his chest strong and well built, his skin soft. I could see a trail of dark hair leading to below the belt of his jeans, I followed this trail with my tongue, straddling his thigh and rubbing my wet slit on him as I did. I undid his jeans and slid my warm hand inside his boxers. His cock felt hot and wet, a patch of precum on the inside of his underwear. I withdrew my hand and licked it off, hot and salty, a taste of him.

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Blonde

Selamlar Arkadaşlar ben daha yeni evli çıtır bir gelinim ve içim kıpır kıpır gençliğinde verdiği hızlılık sanırsam kocam dan fırsat buldukça seks hikayeleri sitelerinde takılıyorum burada ki değişik fantezileri kocama uyguluyorum neyse adım Hilal yaşım 24 çevreye göre sıradan lakin bana göre şahane bir düğün yaparak evliliğe eşimle adım attım. Kocam olan beyefendi, sevgilim iken hiç bedenimi istememişti. Beni kız şekilde eve getirmiştir. Hoş geldin karıcım dedi kapı eşiğinde, kucağına alarak yatak odasına götürdü yavaş yavaş gelinliğimi çıkartmaya başlandı. çok fazla korkuyordum ama bu gece korksam da korkmasam da artık hanım olacaktım erkeğimin kadını. Gelinliğim çıktığında bende eşimin damatlığı çıkarmaya başladım birlikte çırıl çıplak canlı bahis olmuştuk artık sonra yatağa yatırdı beni ve başladı göğüslerimi avuçlayıp okşamaya. çok fazla sıkı ve sert bir şekilde sıkıyordu ki memelerimi ve bedenimi canım yanıyordu ama bunu hissetmiyordum dahi sonra külotunu indirdi penisi kocaman meydana çıkmıştı ortaya üstelik ben de ilk defa bir penisi canlı görüyordum merak ediyordum lakin korkuyordum, daha sonra arkamı çevirdi ve bacaklarımı ayırdı tepemizden sular aktığı için vücudum kaymak gibiydi ve arkadan beni becermeye başlandı henüz kızlığımı almadan arkama girmişti, ben inliyordum canım garip yanıyordu. Arkama girip girip çıkıyordu sonra ben bağırmaya başladım canım yanıyordu bu şekilde olmasın kaçak iddaa istemiyordum ilk günüm, sonra döndüm dizi beni önden becermeye gelmişti, bana hazır mısın aşkım diye sordu ben de ona hazırım dedim gözlerimi kapatmıştım ve bekliyordum aletini avuçlayıp tertemiz ağdalı olan vajinama içeri sokmaya başladı ilk soktuğunda kan gelmiyordu fakat birkaç darbenin ardından kan geldi penisi kan olmuştu, vajinam kanıyordu bakireliği mi vermiştim erkeğime canım yanıyor inliyordum lakin aşırı güzel bir duyguydu artık onun olmuştum sahibim erkeğim ve kocam oydu. Sonra beni kucağına aldı ayakta kucağın da zıplata zıplata becerdi, sonra fantezilere başladık aklına nereden geldiyse, sabaha kadar beni evin her yerinde evire kaçak bahis çevire becerdi. Canımın aşırı fazla sex hikayesi yanmasına karşın her boşalmadan sonra onu daha çok aşırı çok istiyordum, üstelik eşimin beni hem azdırmasını hem de becerip boşaltmasını çok iyi biliyordu bu nedenle şikayetçi değildim. Seni daha çok fazla becermek istiyorum bebeğim diyerek dudaklarımdan delice öpüyordu bende inleyerek ben de seni erkeğim diyordum. Doymuyorduk sevişmeye hemen banyonun kenarında olan yatağımıza attık kendimizi doyasıya seks yapıyorduk. Azdıran bir erkekti bende azdıkça kuduruyordum memelerimi aşırı aşırı feci emiyordu sonra ben onun tepesine çıkıp aletine oturup zıplayıp çığlıklar atıyordum. Erkeğimin o gece beni çıldırttığı beni çok aşırı azdırıcı bir hale getirdiği asıl keyif sağlayan olan şey vajinam ve popodan beni devamlı yalaması ve emmesi idi. Sabaha kadar defalarca yaptık aşkımla onu aşırı çok seviyorum ve her gece yapıyoruz bunu. Her gün penis aş benim için aşırı güzel bir şey…

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Bully

Hello my name is Tom. I am from Germany and I have to say I am just 20 years old and so my English is not so good. Unfortunately I’m still a virgin, but I’m so horny that I can’t keep I have to talk about it.So this story is just an imagination how I would like too loose my virginity (including some fetish).

I have got a very sexy girl in my class and she is 20 years old too. She just looks perfect. I have never seen such a beautiful girl before. I love till the first day at school when I saw her. She has got a perfect ass everybody in school looks at it. She is very slim but not too slim either athletic.She has got a little scar at her stomach. Her breast are rather small but if they would be bigger it wouldn’t look better. Her nipples are wonderful totally round and they have got a very nice colour: dark brown.(I just saw her nipples thruogh her top when haven’worn a bra) She is 165cm tall has wonderful long blond hair, deep blue eyes and her smile charms everybody. She has got a very nice shaved bald pussy, I saw when she sit down and wore a skirt then I saw her very sexy panty->red and you could see through it! That was a year ago and today she wears even a string! 🙂 So I hope that you can understand me why I wanna fuck, especially her! I masturbate even 14 times a day but it is no more enough. I would fuck every body even older woman thats why I like incest storys with mom and son because they subscribe very well how the young sons lose their virginity.

A week ago we went on a 3 day trip with the class to the mountains. The hold way up the mountain to our cottage i walked behind her to see her türkçe bahis perfect as moving from left to the right and back again. On our trip she fell on her knee, of course I helped her up. She said thanks and blow a kiss.That was the fist time I thought she is noticing me too But wasn’t allowed to go walking the next days. My chance! The second day our class went on a 6 hour trip up the mountain and I pretended to be ill ;-)! I was allowed to aty there just me AND Patti. The class left and I went up to her room immediatly. I knocked at the door and she said: The door is open! I sit next to her and she lay in her bed. I asked what we should do the next hours untill the class will arrive. She raised and said we can do what u want. She putt her blanket away and I could see that she is only wearing a T-Shirt and unerwear. Of course I just wanted to fuck her in her tight pussy but as a gentleman I just said that we do what u want. We can play poker or something else. I said Ok. I will fetch the cards. She said just a moment I have to go on the toilet. This was my cue because I’m a pee fetish. I couldn’t hold it back and i said just do it here in your pantys, right here right now! I couldn’t believe what I said I get up and wanted to leave because I knowed she would be angry with me. But wait! WOW! I couldn’t believe my ears she said ok why not.

She stood in front of me and started to pee. Very slowly the golden shower started to trickle down at the ground.I was shocked and I didn’t know what to do. I asked her if I may touch her her panty. She said just if I am allowed to put down my T-Shirt. iddaa siteleri I said of course but just when I’m allowed to put down my clothes. In just 30s I stod there only with my boxer and she in her underwear. My cock was rock hard, harder then ever before, the perfect girl I ever dreamed about is standing in front of me just covered in underwear which she is going to put down next time I hope. I think she was very errected too. She looked at my dick which got bigger and bigger. Her nipples stood hardly errected, I even could it see through her bra. So touched her wet panty and it was warm. I rubbed up and down her panty and she liked it I even could feel her hard clit. I didn’t what was wet her juice or the pee.

Then she said Ok sorry I think it is enough now I think it’s wrong. I said please but she just turned away. I get off my boxer and put my hand on my dick and jerked off. She looked at me and said that I should stop it. I didn’t listen I just went on. She got down on her knees put my hand away and did me a handjob. It was great her hands are so soft and she did it really good even better than I thought and I thought that that would be the best feeling I ever will have. I asked her if she would do me a blowjob. She said no even that was too much. I shouted softly at her please suck it! She did! she moved her beautiful mouth to my dick opened it and sucked fist just the head and down to the rest. It felt great, the best feeling I ever had. I think she liked it too she did it quite long. Then I couldn’t hold it back I grabbed at her tits. Oh they felt so good: soft, firm and her nipples deneme bonusu veren siteler were so hard, nearly hard as my cock. I opened her bra and throw it away. Her breasts looked as I ever could imagine. Then suddenly without asking I shot all my cum in her mouth. It doesn’t stop gallons after gallons and she sucked she sucked and sucked until my dick was nearly dry.She aked my if it was good. I just could answer that it was perfect.

Now I will do the same for you I said I leaned her back and pulled down her panty. Her pussy was tighter than I thouht! It was shaved and her clit was rock hard. I put my tongue as deep as I could, she moanded very loud. She shouted more more deeper deeper and i put my finger in her pussy. First one, then the second and she didn’t notice that my hold hand was in her vagina. It was very wet in her cunt. I could feel her juice trickle down my hand. Now she also had her orgasm.But I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted more I wanted Fuck her.

My cock was rock hard and asked her to fuck me now. She said absolutly no it’s not right! I said please just a little bit. After a minute she said Ok But just a little bit so I put my prick in her cunt just the head of my cock but it was great! I said please just a little bit more. She said OH JEAHH PLEASE! Then I fucked her very hard, as deep as I could. It felt great! She was also very satisfied! More more she wanted more and deeper. She and I fucked godlike. We got 4 or 5 orgasm one after other.

She said that I was great and I could only reply that she was GODLIKE! It was the best day ever. Then I looked out of the window and it was dark I know that the class will soon be here so we got on our clothes and couldn’t fuck again this day. But the third day we did it again again and again!

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The Other Shoe Ch. 01

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Babes

Chapter 1: It still counts

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Kerry wasn’t the hottest girl on campus. Wild and curly brown hair down to her shoulders, big brown doe eyes behind glasses that set off those pretty eyes and rested on high, defined cheekbones. Not too big of ears, but they were more noticeable because she always tucked her hair behind them. She was never going to win a beauty pageant based soley on her face but might be runner-up, however, she had a natural hardbody that more than made up for any facial looks one might not care for, even though I liked her looks. Tight, lithe, athletic, about 5′ 7″, nice C cup breasts. She had a naturally sexy body that saw lots of physical activity outside the bedroom which made her fantastic in the bedroom.

And she had the morals of an alley cat. Claimed a childhood illness left her infertile so she loved to fuck and was not worried about being “burdened” with a pregnancy. And was great at sexual pleasure. But to me she always meant a condom because I wasn’t the only one she slept with. Many partners meant lots of experience, but even though she was not girlfriend material, she was worth the risk.

A great date but she wasn’t one to bring home to Mama and Papa…

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I had a core of 7 other friends from a few different majors who regularly got together and when we got together with Brent’s sphere of influence, they tended to be the education majors. Kerry was going to be a high school teacher who would probably get fired for having sex with students, but she was likable even if you didn’t take into account her sex skills.

The first time I got with her, she rocked my world. She played 69 like a world champ and made me cum before I wanted to, and her shaved pussy tasted like berries. Her pussy muscles were almost as strong as her mouth and she had a Grade A turdcutter that felt like heaven. She was vocal, almost got me off just by her dirty talk, and the next morning after we showered together we had sex again. Then I took her home and she blew me in the car. We exchanged numbers and met up a few times. I liked her. I liked her appearance, her personality, her sense of humor and her kindness. And the sex. I absolutely loved the sex and sort of hoped one day she would hope to settle down, and maybe think about me when she did- if she did.

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So several months after our first time together, we had fucked maybe 6 or 7 times. I headed over to Brent’s place for a get together and had a pocket full of condoms in case I got lucky with Kerry, or someone else. A hot freshman I met through tutoring might show up also. She was girlfriend material, but I needed to get laid tonight.

I went inside and saw Kerry sitting alone on the couch in a knee length skirt. Normally she would have people hitting on her. She had a wine cooler but wasn’t drinking very fast. I headed in her direction and said “Hey Cutie, you ‘cum’ here often?” Not my best line, but it didn’t take much effort with Kerry.

“I don’t come here very much, but maybe you can show me the way,” she said. Usually she was sharper than that. Something seemed awry, but I needed my pole smoked and if I couldn’t find one of the teacher majors or my tutoree to hit on and maybe start a real relationship with, by midnight Kerry would do.

We made some simple small talk about the weather and I floated around the party. I realized I needed some better friends because even for an education major, Brent’s party was a real sausage party, on a level with engineering parties and my classmates. Nothing seemed to go the way I had hoped. I noticed a few guys come and quickly go from Kerry who had scarcely moved from the couch, so I thought I’d head over. I had started to grow tired with the occasional sex with Kerry and really wanted to find a girlfriend by this time, but maybe tomorrow. Tonight, sex with Kerry would have to do.

“So Kerry, you seem pretty subdued tonight. Everything okay?” I asked. Then I thought, crap, I hope she’s not pregnant. It could be mine timing-wise, but odds are I am not the only one who slept with her and I always used a condom. And she said she was infertile so that would have been a hell of a shock.

“I bahis siteleri should be honest, I’m Sherry, her sister. You would be…” she asked.

Was I being punked? Kerry had mentioned a sister at a neighboring school, but Kerry never said she had a TWIN. But it was plausible because something seemed off with THIS “Kerry”.

“Hi, Sherry, I’m Jason. Kerry and I study together once in a while,” I said. Okay, we went to the library but usually engineering majors and educatuon majors didn’t have a lot of crossover classes by our junior years.

Sherry’s eyes lit up. “Oh, she talked about you. Said you were a pretty nice guy. But she disappeared with one of the guys who lives here not long after we got here so I was left fending for myself.”

Maybe this would work out. Hopefully Kerry didn’t tell Sherry EVERYTHING, or not even half of it. But here was a twin to Kerry who was a pornstar in bed compared to the other women I have slept with at college, and maybe she was DTF like her sister. Or better yet, I would try like hell, maybe get laid, maybe not, but she might be the girlfriend material I was looking for? I decided to forge ahead and see where it lead to.

“So, beer isn’t good enough and the wine cooler doesn’t look like it’s hitting the spot. Want me to find something from Brent’s Secret Stash? Rum& Coke? Sex on the Beach, Fuzzy Navel…?”

“Hmm, rumh Coke? Not too strong, please,” she said.

I found Brent’s bottle of Captain Morgan and made two- one fairly strong and the other barely watered down with Coke, and offered her both to try. She picked the weaker of the two and we sat back down to talk. It was loud and hard to hear, so I suggested we go outside. It was the last weekend in September and still pretty warm.

We sat in the patio furniture and I noticed over by the garage about 50 feet away a couple starting to get into it. His hand was up her shirt and she broke off their kissing when she finally freed his cock from his pants and got down on her knees. I hoped Sherry would get the same idea, but she became uncomfortable and said, “I think we should go back inside.”

“Let’s go for a walk,” I suggested.

“Kerry will worry about me,” she said.

“Kerry is probably, um, busy, until morning. Do you have a place to stay? Can you get into her dorm if you can’t find her?”

She all of a sudden looked confused, then concerned. “No. She wouldn’t…would she? DOES she?”

“It will be fine. Here, give me your phone.” She took out her phone and handed it to me and I found her contact for Kerry and I added my number and said, “Going 4 walk w Jason” and sent it. I would be surprised if she saw it before Monday. Noon on Monday.

I held out my arm and she took it and we walked towards a small park a block away from Brent’s party, and a block from my apartment. “Wanna swing?” I asked.

“Sure, she tentatively said. We sat down and just sort of swung a little and talked. Sherry was on the tennis team at a neighboring college. She said she and Kerry were State Doubles Champs in high school twice. Sherry went on to compete collegiately but Kerry blew her knee out their senior year and Kerry quit competing. Sherry had hoped to become a teacher just like Kerry, but she went to where the scholarship gave her the most money.

She started to relax a little bit more and asked me to give her a push, so I did. I thought I felt a little bit of a spark when I pushed her and soon thereafter we walked around a bit more. We cirlced the block and I pointed out my place from across the street and asked if she wanted to come inside, but being across the street made it less threatening.

“I should call Kerry in case she’s worried,” she said.

When she pulled out her phone she had a reply from Kerry and it said, “Lost dorm keys, can u stay w Jason?”

I checked my phone and had the same message plus an extra one to just me. It had the winky emoji and a cherry and a hotdog on the bun.

“Oh no! Kerry said…” she started to say.

“I saw, and sure. My roommate is gone. You can probably stay in his bed alone, or the couch of you like. Or…we will will think of something,” I said.

“I canlı bahis siteleri don’t have pajamas. Do you have something I can borrow?”

I had hoped we would be naked and sweaty the whole time, but played along, assuming it was all part of the ritual. We went to my place and I gave her the tour and asked if she wanted anything to drink. She asked for rum& Coke, so I made two. She took hers and sat in the chair. Alone. I took the couch.

We made more small talk and eventually she moved over to the couch and sst next to me, touching my leg. She leaned her face close, and I kissed her. Her hair still smelled like berry shampoo and her breath smelled like spearmint. For a moment I was self conscious because I feared I smelled like sweat and beer and smoke, and she was as fresh as a new car.

I hoped I would get a chance to drive her soon!

Sherry was not a grest kisser and our front teeth smacked together. Twice I went for her tits and both times she threw me out trying to steal second, but the third time was a charm. She had magnificent tits, even better than her sister, and somehow her shirt and bra were on the floor and my tongue was licking her rock hard nips and I took them into my mouth.

“Ugh, god, that feels great!” Sherry was breathless and panting hard by this point.

I went up and kissed her mouth, and said, “If you like that, wait till I kiss this!’ I ran my hand up her skirt along her toned, fit leg and found her panties- her granny panties.

She jumped and asked, “What are you doing?!”

“Mmm, you will like this even more than I do, I promise. And I LOVE it!

Just relax.”

“I’m- I’m…Oooh…wait…I won’t have sex!” she said, breathlessly. I had a finger rubbing her lips and trying to probe inside her.

“This isn’t sex,” I said as I breathed on her clit from outside her panties. “Let me take these off and I will kiss you down there. Ever had a guy lick you there?” I asked. I figured she probably 6had some experience since her twin was a slut.

“No! Oh, I uh…I mean, no guy has EVER seen me…oh…I…oh yes! You are the first guy to see my womanhood.”

Guess now I knew what two of the emojis from Kerry meant. Hopefully I would get to put my meat in her bun yet.

She was wet and ready, and I lightly licked her folds and she nearly jumped off the couch. “What?! I pee from there! Why do you…OOOOH, THAT FEELS GOOOOOOOD! Oh, don’t stop, Jason. Now I know why people like that.”

Her pussy tasted like…pussy. And I absolutely love the taste of sticky, musky, salty womanhood. I can’t explain the cacophony of flavors, but berries or “seabreeze mist” are fake flavors. I will still eat that pussy, but a pussy that tastes like a pussy is the best flavor in the world. I love how it tastes, and how it gets wetter as I lick, and how it swells open and how her breathing gets quicker, and more shallow, and her body shakes and quivers, and how her pussy and butthole quiver, and pulsate…

I love making a woman cum that way. And Sherry had never cum before according to the string of syllables she screamed, and she wanted God and my neighbors to know it!

I thought she would pass out or die but luckily she just hyperventilated a bit and looked at me. She stared into my eyes and tried to find my soul to see if we were soulmates. I quickly put on my poker face that could be read however the reader wanted to read it, and Sherry decided right then and there that we might be soulmates because I kissed her womanhood, right next to her virtue, and since I had seen that, I was special. No pure woman would give such a gift away, and only a gentleman would receive such a gift.

Except Kerry gave hers away repeatedly, amongst others. And I had no qualms about receiving it.

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I hoped maybe Sherry was more of the mate I wished Kerry was, with all of the good stuff. But to be as good in the sack as Kerry was, you needed to practice. And while Sherry was practicing tennis, Kerry was practicing sex…

After her breathing returned to normal, she cuddled up next to me on the couch. Her panties were off, and I had an aching, raging hard on that needed güvenilir bahis attention. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. Finally, I said, “Since I was the first to see your, uh, womanhood, have you ever seen another guy’s…”

She blushed, and said, “Our brother’s once. He was doing something in the shower. I thought he was trying to break it.”

Such naivete, and I found her innocence cute and refreshing. I smiled and asked, “Would you like to see mine?” I hoped her innocence was fake, but I had a feeling it wasn’t. I was planning less for putting my cock inside her tight box and just hoping I could at least get a handjob. Since her sister abandoned her with me and she was going to sleep over here it was going to be difficult to “try and break” mine, and it needed release. And soon!

I stood up, and slowly unbuckled my belt, then slowly unzipped, dramatically allowing the bulge and wet precum spot to hide my bare cock beneath my boxers. Then I asked, “Ready?”

She nodded, eyes wide, a mixture of fear and fascination on her cute, innocent face. Her big, brown doe eyes were sparkling and I dropped my boxers, stepping out of them and taking a step closer to her. She reached out to touch it with her right hand but stopped short, while her left hand went to her crotch, either for comparison or pleasure, I wasn’t sure.

“Oh my, that’s supposed to…that thing? Do you think…someone was putting THAT into Kerry tonight? How does it? It can’t fit?”

She knew it fit, but she was playing it up. I didn’t tell her mine had been in her sister’s pussy, mouth and ass, and she kind of seemed embarrassed by her last statement or question. Of course it fit.

“Do you want to touch it? I asked. She looked at me, I nodded, and reached out and took it, gently at first. “Pretend you are shaking a ketchup bottle. It will be fine.

“More like a paint can. It’s HUGE!”

“Average size, really. It would fit inside you just fine,” I tried to reassure and hopefully persuade.

She looked up at me and asked a question I had hoped to not get into, “Have you ever…put it in another woman before?”

“Yes, and it always fits,” I said. She was not gripping it and stroking it like I had suggested to her. Instead she was rubbing it like she was petting an animal. It was kind of weird and not going to do the trick of getting me off, so I took her hand and suggested she do it this way.

“Like this? You like this?”

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled. It was better than a moment ago, but still not great, so I tried to help her out. “So do you like your first cock? You like playing with me? Tell me what you want.”

Kerry could almost make me cum by her dirty talk. Sherry needed work, but bless her heart, she tried.

“I wanna, I wanna, yeah, I’m gonna beat this thing and make it go ‘BOOM!’ All over me. Yeah!”

So she suggested she wanted me to cum on her, that was a plus. So I thought I would push the envelope, “Do you want to kiss it like like I kissed your pussy?”

She stopped stroking and looked at me, “Is that a thing?”

“Oh, yes! It feels fantastic,” I said.

“Let me see it shoot out first, and maybe taste it. Then maybe later?”

“Ok.” I was disappointed, but needed to cum. In my head I replayed my most recent time with Kerry and all the shit she had said. And how I was nailing her doggy style, and just before I came she got on her knees, just like her twin was now, and before I could cum she snapped the condom off of my hard cock and took it right in the face with the first rope and swallowed the rest of them.

It was enough to do the trick, and luckily I called her “Baby” instead of “Kerry” when I said, “Oh, yeah, Baby, I’m gonna cuuuuummmm…” and shot it out on her face. I didn’t mean to, and she acted like a snake was spitting at her.

“Eww, that was…weird. Sorry I screamed,” she said.

“Sorry, I tried to warn you.”

As she was wiping cum off her face, she tasted it and seemed to be okay with it. “It’s okay. Do you have pajamas for me? I want to clean up and get ready for bed.”

So I probably wouldn’t get laid, but at least I got jerked off. But the night was still young.

I got her a pair of gym shorts and a thin t-shirt. She showered alone, then I showered alone. I got the same type of “pajamas” on and when I came out of the shower she was on the couch under a blanket. “Care to join me?” she asked.

That was a good sign, and hopefully more would follow…

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My wife Angel handed me the letter and her look spoke several volumes. “If you can make it through this letter without your heart breaking, you’re a lot tougher than I am, Adam,” she said to me. My sister had recently written us a long and heartfelt letter telling us about her situation. I’d been busy and had not yet had time to read it. Angel made me promise I’d get to it when my latest case finished, which had been yesterday. We’d gone out to celebrate my latest win and the fact that I had finally made partner. Now things would be so much better for the both of us and we could even talk of starting a family. At 28, Angel was becoming a little antsy over being a mom, although we had lots of time.

My sister Scarlett had been living for the past 7 years with my aunt and uncle in Kansas. Our parents had been suddenly taken from our lives several years ago by a drunk driver. The prosecuting attorney had been so fabulous that I had switched careers in mid-stream and forsaken medicine for the law. Honestly, the only good thing about Med School was the fact I met a sexy brunette named Angel and wisely put a ring on her finger. I’m the sensible and practical one in our family while Angel is the dreamer. Sometimes she reminds me that I need to dream, too.

I started to read the letter and my eyes were welling up. I may be pragmatic but it doesn’t mean I’m not caring or concerned. “We have to do something,” I said to my wife as I handed the letter back to her. “She’s going to wither away in that stagnant environment.”

Angel agreed. My aunt and uncle, my father’s family, are kind people, but they’re not much on dreams. Scarlett and my wife are a lot alike, they want to grab life and shake out all that they can. My kid sister was only 13 the last time I saw her, although we talked on the phone several times and texted and used the Internet a lot. Selfishly, I had put my career and marriage ahead of the rest of my family. Scarlett, I incorrectly assumed, had not needed a big brother. I now saw that she needed me far more than I ever could have imagined and it was time for me to pay the piper. Kansas, no, California, yes.

It’s odd because you would think that being an attorney; I would have a way with words and speeches. Yet it was Angel who was able to convince my relatives to let Scarlett come to “visit” us for a summer. As she would turn 18 while staying here, she wouldn’t have to go back if she didn’t want to – and I hoped she wouldn’t want to. I thought it might be nice to have family around me once more, a reminder of happier times. As for my wife, I thought that she might be happier having a sister-in-law to confide in. I adore my wife, but some other women are threatened by her. Why? Because Angel is porn-star beautiful, slender and gorgeous and the men flock to her. So do some of the women. Angel, being a natural flirt, just basks in all of the attention. She soaks it up like a sponge. A lot of the women who pay attention with her want to sleep with her. They’re either bi-sexual or looking to dip their toes into the water for the first time. Angel, being Angel, is more than happy to accommodate their requests.

No, I’m not threatened by it. When we got married a few years ago, Angel promised she’d never cheat on me and she’s stood by that. I know about every woman she has ever slept with, before and after our marriage. It’s not cheating if you know about it and don’t have any problems with it. Angel’s GG experiences have made her better in bed and the stories sure fuel our sex life.

No, we don’t share. I don’t place that burden on my wife. I get more than my share, I just happened to marry a woman with the sex drive of a true slut. Angel would not be offended by that, by the way. My honey of a wife could fuck all day and still want more. She gets all that I’m capable of giving her. If she needs more or if I’m tied up in a big case, she has one-night stands with one of those formerly “straight” women or calls one of her friends, like Ginger or Vicki. My wife has excellent taste in women; both those particular young ladies are able to scratch her itch.

Has my wife ever offered me a threesome? Of course, she isn’t selfish. She’s also made it more than clear that if I ever want a fling of my own, I’m more than welcome to indulge my desires. Ginger and Vicki have both made it clear they find my 6’4″, dark-haired lawyer self appealing. There are several legal secretaries at Morrison / Whitney – sorry, make that Morrison / Whitney / Baum – that would offer themselves up to me on a platter, no favors expected. I just don’t have the time or energy needed to conduct an affair.

Or, at least, I didn’t. I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

When Angel got off the phone, there were literally tears in her eyes. “That poor little sweetheart,” she sniffed. “All that we are doing is offering her a new place to stay; you’d think we were promising her the moon. She actually felt guilty – guilty – about leaving your aunt bedava bahis and uncle, not wanting to `abandon’ them. Is it okay with you, my handsome and wonderful husband, if I spoil your sister rotten while she’s here?”

“Spoil away, babe,” I smiled, perusing Scarlett’s letter a second time. It really did make you want to weep. She didn’t fit in where she was living; she needed a social life and an adventure. My relatives likely kept her busy, but she needed to get out and live, maybe find a boyfriend and have someone like Angel to bring her out of her shell. If I knew my wife, she’d become both best friend and mentor to my scrawny, ginger-haired sibling. Scarlett took after our Irish mom and I thought I might be hard – just the teeniest bit – having her here. My dad was my best friend and I miss him every day, but I idolized my mom. She made her kids believe they could achieve anything. Okay, it was up to me to instill that belief in Scarlett. I was ready to be her older brother again and I didn’t even have to do a thing. Before we’d even finished breakfast the next morning, Angel had Scarlett’s flight all arranged and sent her a few dollars for any unforeseen expenses.

My secretary wanted to know why I was so “ebullient” the next morning (Janine loves big words). When I told her, I think I shocked her. “I never even knew that my boss-man had a little sister,” she said with a gasp. “Tell me about her.”

I tried but I fell far short and was embarrassed for myself. I realized that I hadn’t been the best big brother I could have been. I was too busy with my career – two careers, of course – to be there when I should have been. Angel had kept up most of the family stuff. I realized again that my wife was aptly named and promised to do better – by both of them. I adored my wife and I needed to tell her that more often and show it more often. I had Janine order a dozen roses and a good bottle of Dom and send both to my home. I also vowed to spend time with Scarlett and let Angel take her shopping. I figured the poor, scrawny little thing might be in need of a makeover. Janine was beaming at me as she made the phone calls. “I work for a good guy,” she told me as I pored through case files. I was going to be a better guy, but I still had to earn a living.

I wanted to be there to pick up my sister at the airport, but I had an appointment in court. Being a partner is wonderful and I’m grateful, but I’m still low man on the proverbial totem pole. My firm also bills me out as a consultant at an ungodly rate and I give the state their money’s worth. Even trying to be succinct, I still didn’t make it home before 6 PM. I opened the door, saw the roses and heard peals of laughter. Ah, my wife and the munchkin were getting along …

… well?

I know that I should feel weird about what I’m about to confess, but I don’t. My kid sister was still a kid … barely. She was tiny in stature at about 5’5″ but the rest of her – this was no little kid. She now had a few curves in all of the right places, a nice perky set of boobs and a great little ass, showcased in cut-offs. Her eyes were the same stellar emerald-isle green as our mom’s had been and she had the same smile. Scarlett practically ran into my arms and almost knocked me off of my feet with a hug that took my breath away. I know she was crying and so was I.

“Thank you, thank you for getting me out of there,” she sniffed. “Even if it is only for the summer.”

“You didn’t tell her?”

“You’re the big brother-benefactor, I thought it was your place to tell her,” Angel said, sticking out her tongue impishly. She knew darned well I’d likely be a bit sheepish about breaking the news to Scarlett. Sensibly, I went into “lawyer mode” as I pried my sexy kid sister free.

“You’re going to be 18 in a few days,” I told her. “In the eyes of the law, you can live wherever you like. If you find you like it here in this big old mausoleum …” our house has 6 bedrooms “… you can stay here for as long as you like.”

I’m sure that Scarlett thought she had won the lottery. “I’m like, never, going to want to leave!” She laughed, already sounding like a Californian. She scrunched up her nose. “Yuck, I’m going to have to like, go back for my stuff!” She said as she flopped on the couch.

“You didn’t TELL her?” I repeated my earlier statement.

“I wanted the two of us to do it together, darling,” Angel responded in the tone she uses when annoyed with me. “Besides, we’ve only been home an hour. YOU can certainly tell her our plans.”

“Hey, you guys, I’m a big girl now,” Scarlett giggled. “You two wanna stop beating around the bush and clue me in as to what the fuck you’re talking about?”

Scarlett’s profanity did catch me off-guard for a moment, but I had to remember that she was only a few days shy of 18 and had likely used it before. “Okay kid …” that earned a scowl “… you don’t have to go back to Kansas, unless it’s for a visit casino siteleri to our family or some of your friends. We can have whatever you want shipped her and Angel’s taken a few days off, she’s going to take you shopping for whatever you want and might need.”

“Whatever I want?” Scarlett laughed with glee and clapped her hands together. “Aren’t you afraid that I might max out your credit cards?”

“It’s only money,” I smiled, seeing the delighted look on Scarlett’s pretty face. “Besides, I married a woman who earns nearly as much as I do.”

“Really? I thought you were a nurse?” Scarlett questioned my wife.

“I work part-time at the hospital, to keep a hand in,” Angel laughed. “But a chance encounter with a celebrity patient a year or so back led me to a much more lucrative career.”

“Really?”

Angel was almost busting at the seams to tell my baby sister her secret. “Yep,” she grinned. “I work as a personal shopper for a few busy celebrities … the type that never have enough time to manage their schedules. So I know all of the best stores and I can get us both some terrific stuff at discounted prices. What do you say, kid … want to go shopping with your big sister?” I noticed the word “kid” did not evoke a scowl this time and in fact, she gave my wife almost as large a hug as I had gotten. Scarlett didn’t seem able to speak for a bit and that was okay. I was a bit choked up myself as I went outside to our spacious back yard to grill some steaks. I had to confess, I didn’t quite know what to make of the sexy teenager who was going to be living with us. My brain couldn’t quite reconcile the now-sexy Scarlett with the scrawny little nothing I had left behind some years earlier. I heard the patio door slide open and my wife joined me outside wearing one of her more risqué bikinis. I keep having to remind myself that I didn’t marry a porn star, although a few of her “celebrity” clients were in that business. Angel had wisely omitted how she had gotten her new job off the ground – with a steamy, in-hospital encounter that had nearly cost her the nursing career she had worked hard to achieve.

“Bet I know what you’re thinking!”

“In that skimpy, silver-Lycra thing, I’m sure you do!” I shot back.

“No, not that,” Angel said, slapping me on the wrist. “I was talking about Scarlett.”

“My kid sister?” I asked in puzzlement. “Yeah, it’s going to be great having her around. You two sure hit it off.”

Angel was giving me that “you’re a big dummy” look. “What?” I asked again.

“You’re shitting me, you’ve got to be,” Angel responded. “Either that or you’re in denial.”

“About what?”

My wife rolled her gorgeous brown eyes as she stretched out in one of our deck chairs. “You’re in denial or obtuse. You know that you can’t lie to me, remember?”

That was true. Early in our relationship, she had asked me outright if I had ever thought about fucking her gorgeous blonde friend, Ginger. I had done the diplomatic thing and lied – and gotten caught. This time though, I was clueless and not lying about a thing.

“What are you talking about? What about Scarlett?”

“Your sister – you want to fuck her.”

“Don’t be …” My hand flew to my mouth. She was right. It was one of the reasons I had been a bit uncomfortable a few minutes ago. All I had been able to think about was how hot and sexy Scarlett had become. If she hadn’t been my sister, I would finally have succumbed to Angel’s proposition and taken a tumble with Scarlett.

“Oh God, you’re right,” I said, sitting down so I wouldn’t fall down. “I – I can’t, she is my sister and …”

“NO `and’ … babe, I’m fine with it. I don’t blame you, she’s a little cutie. If you want to make a move, I won’t stop you,” Angel suggested.

“But, the incest …”

“You should know me well enough by now to know I don’t give a shit about that,” Angel answered. “Okay, let’s say this … if she comes on to you – and I think she will – if you think you can deal with it, I say GO for it.”

“Yeah, but …”

“STOP it! You need an adventure and so does she. Get this, babe … I’m going to flirt with her when we go shopping. If she even nibbles, I’m going to set something up. I wouldn’t mind a piece of that action, but my gorgeous hubby gets to go there first,” Angel smiled slyly.

I found it hard to wrap my head around this. My sister had not yet been here a full day and here was my wife talking about us sleeping with her! The images of Angel and Scarlett tangled up together flitted through my mind and my cock twitched. I knew that desire was going to win out over morality. I promised myself that if Scarlett made no moves, I’d keep my distance. Fantasies cost nothing. Angel was still smiling as Scarlett joined us by the pool. “Oh wow, what a great pool!” She gushed. Turning to my wife, she asked “Can we get me some cute bikinis so that I can go swimming?” Angel’s near-demonic smile bahis siteleri had me squirming because I was certain Scarlett’s bikini-clad form would be a horrific temptation to my poor libido.

The two women were on their way to becoming fast friends. I don’t remember much of what I said to them. I was in a daze as I wondered just what the hell I had gotten myself into.

I stayed up and watched a bit of television while my girls got acquainted. Scarlett crashed a bit before midnight, exhausted from her first hectic day. I was thinking about watching some late-night television when I heard my wife calling my name. I knew that tone and almost raced up the stairs, knowing what to expect.

Oh yeah, I was right. Wearing a turquoise silk teddy, my slender brunette wife was a wild woman. She almost tackled me to the bed and wrapped herself around me like some sensual animal. Her tongue shot into my mouth and her hands were all over me as she raced to get me undressed. “Scarlett will …” I tried to caution her, but my entreaties fell on deaf ears. Despite my sister being down the hall … or was it because of that … Angel took full and complete control of our sex that night. I’m not one of those macho idiots who need to call the shots. When Angel is like that, she’s an uninhibited fucking machine. I let my sexy wildcat do whatever the hell she wanted to me and just tried my best to keep up. My poor cock was going to get one incredible fuck and I thanked God the next morning was Saturday.

Angel loves to tease and she kept the lingerie on for a good, long while. My wife has more sexy underwear than several boutiques. In the silk and expensive (Jimmy Choo, I think) heels, Angel made love to me as if I was her boy-toy. I got a great blowjob and lots of massage before I was expected to give back. I know all my wife’s spots (Vicki and Ginger once spent an hour giving me some tips) and I had her squirming, her fists pounding the bed. I made her cum a few times before she climbed on top of me and fucked my brains out. We spent a few more hours making love and there was NO way that my sister didn’t hear us. I wondered if we might just have given my baby sis a little Sex Ed. I didn’t imagine my older aunt and uncle being the sex machine my hungry, horny wife was.

When we got up, it was a bit past 10. Scarlett was already up, dressed in a cute little sun dress and reminding her older brother she wasn’t a kid anymore. I found out my kid – younger sister had a valid driver’s license, so I gave Angel the keys to my “baby” – my Corvette – and told her to let Scarlett drive home. That got me an excited squeal and another kiss that almost verged on naughty. That made me even more sure that Scarlett had heard us having sex just hours before.

I had a rare afternoon where I could just sit and do nothing, so I watched a few TV shows on the TiVo and swam a bit in the pool. I could hear the Corvette pull up and the sounds of excited laughter from the house. I joined the girls inside and … oh God, I’m going to hell, but the young hottie that walked in with Angel was as far from my kid sister as a girl could be. She was in a pretty and gauzy silk blouse, a new and very short skirt and high heels. She did not look 17 and I had to pinch myself and remember that Monday, she wouldn’t be! The girls were hugging and laughing and I saw that my sister was a bit tipsy. That was okay, I trusted Angel with Scarlett’s well-being and she whispered that it was she who had driven the Vette home.

“She’s a pistol,” my wife confided in me. “She dated a few times back in Kansas, but your relatives almost had her in prison. The stupid kids at her high school didn’t notice her – you should have seen her trying on clothes and lingerie …”

“Lingerie?”

Angel grinned because she knew that she had me. “Yes, of course – you should have known I would have taken her to Frederick’s. She was like a kid in a candy store. As soon as she’s ready, we’re going to have ourselves a hotter than hell little playmate.”

Angel and I had already agreed, nothing would happen until my sister turned 18 and until she made some kind of move or hint. That entire weekend was hell. Scarlett had gotten herself some of the sexiest clothes she could find and bikinis almost as skimpy as Angel’s. With my sister acting as temptress, Angel’s libido surged. I didn’t think I’d survive until Scarlett’s 18th or until she made a move. Just having her around was making Angel and I as horny as toads.

Monday I appeared at work, bleary-eyed. Janine was merciless in her teasing, she knows all-too well about Angel’s voracious sexual appetites. I let some of our paralegals and associates handle the workload that day as I was in no shape. I actually managed to get my sorry ass out of the office by 3 PM and I didn’t even drive myself home. I took a taxi because I was afraid of falling asleep behind the wheel.

When I walked through the front door, I wasn’t tired anymore. My sister almost tackled me to the ground with appreciative kisses. “You are the best big brother, like, ever!” Scarlett gushed. She was wearing a skimpy black cocktail dress and high heels. My wife, dressed just as sexy, entered the room a few minutes later.

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Ian and Aaron finished their story and looked around at their captive audience. Alex, Jake and Zoey just looked at each other then back at the boys. Alex was the first to move and approached his sons.

“I am the last person to judge either of you. You are my sons and I love you regardless of your sexual orientation or partners. I am so proud of everything you’ve achieved and the men that you’ve become. You are both intelligent, honest, kind, loving, and hardworking. I am honored to be your father, and I am glad that you’ve finally told us. Now there are no more secrets between us.”

Alex hugged his sons and moved aside as Jake advanced on the twins. He agreed with Alex and shook both of their hands. Now four sets of eyes turned to Zoey who was sitting quietly. She had a pensive look on her face like she was processing the events of the last hour . Zoey looked up and her green eyes met the worried ones of Ian and Aaron. She looked at them with so much love and acceptance that it permeated the air. Weak at the knees Ian and Aaron quickly took seats before looking up at their mother as she approached

She had tears in her eyes as she knelled before her sons. She placed one hand on each of their legs and said, “I can’t believe what beautiful creatures sit before me. You came from a love which most people wouldn’t accept. I fell in love with my twin many years ago and thankfully he returned my love. I could never judge those who are so precious to me. I just hope one day you find beautiful accepting women who will understand your special relationship.” Ian and Aaron noticeably sighed with their mother’s words, and she hugged them fiercely.

With all secrets revealed, they all relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the day together. The group remained on the patio talking and laughing until Ian and Aaron said they needed to unpack. The family embraced before Ian an Aaron went into the house.

After the tedious task of unpacking, Ian and Aaron joined Alex and Jake in a friendly game of two on two while Zoey started to cook dinner. After a half an hour passed, Aaron came into the kitchen to get water for himself and the other men. He stopped to observe his mom washing vegetables at the sink. Aaron noticed her beauty and his cock began to swell.

He smiled and realized that it wasn’t the first time he reacted to his mother in this way. Aaron remembered a time when he was 16. She was reading in the den, and he walked in to to ask her a question. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed how the light cascaded into the room and hit her face.

His breath caught and all he could think was, “Wow she’s hot.” Aaron got an immediate hard on, and he walked out o f the room before she looked up from her book. He had gone into his room and masturbated thinking about his mom’s alluring face.

When Aaron came back to the present, Zoey was staring at him. “Did you hear me Aaron?,” he heard her ask.

He shook his head and stated, “Sorry mom got caught up thinking about something when I was 16. What did you ask me?”

“I asked you if you and your brother were going easy on Jake and your father? I know how competitive they both are. I am just afraid that they may overdue it, because they are trying to keep up with two young studs. Oh my god, did I just call my son a stud out loud,” Zoey thought to herself.

While laughing Aaron stated, “No worries mom. Dad and Jake are in pretty good shape for old men. They are actually giving Ian and I a run for our money. But I better get back out there with this water before they turn into puddles of sweat in the driveway.” As Aaron walked passed Zoey, he kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I love you mom.”

Aaron could have sworn his mother trembled. “Hmmmm interesting. I’ll have to investigate that further but now is not the time,” he surmised to himself. Aaron walked back outside with an evil grin on his face wondering what that little tidbit of information could lead to.

After the incident in the kitchen with Aaron, Zoey began to question why she reacted to him in such a way. While watching her men play basketball, she found herself looking at Aaron, not as the little boy she gave baths to but as the man he had become. She noticed the way his arm flexed when he patted Alex on the back and how his rock hard abs were exposed when he lifted his arms. Zoey tried to shake those thoughts from her mind, but sugarless she could feel herself getting wet.

Then Zoey’s mind really kicked into overload. “What is wrong with me? He’s my son. I shouldn’t be lusting after him. Do I really want my son in my bed? Oh my god, I am the worst mother. Ok, I need to squelch these feelings. Besides, what would Alex and Jake think?” Zoey shook her head and got back to the business in hand and finished making dinner.

Despite her best effort, Aaron noticed his mother staring at him from the kitchen window. He could have sworn he saw longing in her eyes. It made his cock twitch and again he thought, türkçe bahis “Interesting” and got back to the basketball game.

During dinner, Zoey made sure her eyes didn’t linger to long on Aaron. It was the first official dinner they had as a family, and she didn’t want anything to go wrong.

After dinner, she had a sigh of relief when Aaron excused himself to the garage office to do some prep work for his new job. She needed some time to get her hormones in check, therefore the distance between herself and her son couldn’t have come at a better time.

Alex and Jake said they needed to do some work as well. However, prior to retiring to their office, they got up from the table and kissed each of her cheeks.

“How could I ever do anything to hurt those two beautiful men,” drifted into her mind. She smiled and looking at Ian stated, “I guess that leaves you and I to tackle the kitchen cleanup,”as mother and son walked into the kitchen.

Mother and son made quick work of it, passing the time talking and laughing. Ian was giving Zoey more details about his new job while Zoey told him about her writing.

She had taken up writing two years ago when she had broken her leg. When they finished, Ian reached across his mother to place the dish towel back on the rack and his arm brushed against her breast. Zoey shivered and twice in the same day she hoped that her son hadn’t noticed.

Like Aaron, Ian pretended that he hadn’t noticed his mother’s reaction to his touch and smiled. “Hmmmm interesting. I am going to have to investigate that further but now is not the time,” mimicking his brother’s earlier words to himself.

Twice in one day feelings of lust overcame Zoey as she wondered why Ian was smiling suddenly. She tried to look away but Ian caught her eye and they stood in the middle of the kitchen starring at each other.

Ian could have sworn he saw a flash of desire in her eyes, but as he stepped forward, Zoey looked away. She began straightening the counter and Ian took that as a sign the moment had pasted. Since they finished the dishes, Ian decided to seek out his brother and headed towards the garage office.

Ian walked into the office and dropped on the couch. “Hey big brother are you almost finished? I need to talk to you about what just happened between mom and I. My arm brushed against her breast while we were in the kitchen and she shivered. We ended up staring at each other in the middle of the kitchen. I swear I saw desire in her eyes. I really think mom was turned on by my touch.”

Aaron stopped hitting keys on the computer and turned to face his mirror image. “Really because this afternoon I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear that I loved her and I swear that I saw her tremble. Then I saw her peering out of the kitchen window watching me while we were playing basketball with dad and Jake. I could have sworn I saw lust in her eyes.”

“Do you think mom is attracted to us? What should we do about it? Should we even be talking about this Aaron? Ian took a breath and looked at his brother who was just sitting there smiling. What are you smiling about,” Ian asked.

“Oh I think we should definitely be talking about this. You and I always thought that mom was really hot. We event talked about what it would be like to sink our hard cocks deep within her warm pussy.”

“Remember, we jerked off thinking about it several times while we were in high school. We just chalked it up to normal teenage hormones. And with the reveal of certain secrets, anything is possible. But we need to talk to Dad and Jake first. I don’t want to hurt either of them,” finished Aaron.

With that said, the twins headed towards the other office. They knocked on the door and waited until they heard their dad say, “Come in.”

They sat on the lounge chairs and proceeded to tell their Dad and Jake about their encounters with their mom. The two men looked at each other and grinned.

Before long Jake asked, “What do you two plan on doing about it? Obviously Zoey finds herself attracted to the both of you, but knowing how much she loves you, she will never act on it. So if you want something to happen you will have to make the first move.” Ian and Aaron couldn’t believe their ears. Were they actually getting permission to seduce their mother?

The look of confusion on his son’s faces prompted Alex to speak, “Your mother was so scared to tell you that she is my twin sister for fear she would lose you. I can only imagine what she is feeling right now. If you are serious about pursuing her, all Jake and I ask is that you tread carefully.

“Zoey will fight what she is feeling, and we don’t want her getting hurt. We will do everything in our power to help make things go smoothly. But ultimately it is up to the both of you to ensure your mother that you love her and being with her sexually is what you truly want.”

“Besides, Jake and I understand how she is feeling because you boys are iddaa siteleri quite sexy.” Their father’s last words added to their confusion and he continued to speak, Jake and I were just discussing how much you two have grown up. How it felt really good to have your young muscular bodies rubbing against ours. We even went as far as to wonder what both of you tasted like.”

At that moment Jake stood and approached Ian while Alex approached Aaron. They got down on their knees and slowly began rubbing the twin’s thighs.

On cue, Ian and Aaron released their young cocks from the confines of their jeans so the two men before them could service them. Aaron could not believe what was unfolding in front of him. His father grabbed his throbbing member while Jake took Ian’s stiff organ into his strong hand.

Alex savored the manly musk coming off his son’s body while Jake took Ian’s cock into his mouth until his nose touched his pubic hair. Jake and Alex had a lot of forbearance and had Ian and Alex panting in no time.

Jake took his mouth off Ian’s cock long enough to turn to Alex and say, “I think they are getting close to cumming. Let’s finish them off.” Alex smiled and shook his head.

Their ministrations continued and Ian and Aaron found their cocks and balls being licked, sucked and stroked with increased vigor and expertise. Their young bodies were primed and ready to explode.

The twins looked at each other and smiled. Ian knew exactly what Aaron was thinking and simultaneously they grabbed the head of the man sucking them off and proceeded to face fuck them. Jake and Alex took the pounding like men and welcomed their salty treat when Ian and Aaron growled and erupted into their eager mouths.

After they regained their composure, Ian and Aaron could only say, “Wow, that was hot. Feel free to do that any time you want. And when more time allows, we hope we can return the favor. We have become quite the cock sucking connoisseurs and would love to show you our skills.” Alex and Jack liked the idea and all the men agreed.

“Now we need to get ‘Operation Seduce Mom’ started,” Aaron said. “Do you have any ideas Dad? You know mom the best and any input would be greatly appreciated. We want to do things right and make it a very mutually enjoyable experience for not only mom but us as well.

“We want her to know how much we love her and that she will never lose us.” With that assurance from his sons, Alex, Jake and the twins talked for an additional hour before Ian and Aaron left the office to go think about their plan.

As the days pasted, Zoey found the desire to devour her sons growing inside her. Ian and Aaron made a conscious effort to be around their mom as much as possible. They were well aware of their mother’s inner struggle, so they took every opportunity to rub up against her or hug her.

Every time their bodies touched, the twins could feel their mother shudder. Ian and Aaron’s plan was working. They even caught her countless times starring at them and just smiled and went back to what they were doing.

“How am I supposed to stop wanting them when they are in my face at every turn,” she wondered. So she decided to control her inner ardor by keeping busy. She painted the guest bathroom, dug up the ground to plant a garden, and even went as far as cleaning the grill.

Unfortunately for her, all her efforts failed and she finally acknowledged, ” I want to sleep with my sons. This desire is not going away. I wonder what I should do about it.”Zoey decided to go upstairs to talk to Alex and Jake.

With all the bumping and accidental caresses that occurred over the past few days, Ian and Aaron knew their mom would seek out their Dad and Jake for advice. Therefore, they set up a scenario that they knew their mom wouldn’t be able to walk away from.

Ian and Aaron were in Aaron’s room engaging in sexual gratification when they heard one of the stairs creak. Knowing that Alex and Jake were in their bedroom, the twins knew it was their mother.

“Ok Ian this is it. If the sounds of us fucking doesn’t entice mom into coming into my room, nothing will. Did you see the lust in her eyes today. She is primed and ready for us to take her.”

“I know, said Ian. I thought she would was going to shatter into a million pieces this afternoon when my groin ‘accidently’ pressed against her nicely shaped ass. It’s not my fault she happened to be at the sink washing an apple when I reached for a bowl in the cabinet.”

“She ended up dropping the apple into the sink. It was really cute to watch mom try to be so nonchalant about it and casually take it out of the sink and continue washing it. She started to babble about how fresh fruit is a good source of natural sugars while trying to compose herself.”

“It was all I had not to laugh, Ian interjected. My cock was so hard that I had to strategically hold the bowl at my waist to hide it.”

“On second thought maybe I should deneme bonusu veren siteler have showed her what she was doing to my young body. It would have worked into our plan nicely. Ian shook his head and continued, Oh well a missed opportunity then,” but Ian was not going to allow another missed fortuity.

“Aaron please fuck my ass harder,” Ian stated loudly knowing the precise moment Zoey was going to be passing the slightly opened door. The twins heard the noticeable gasp and they knew they had their mom exactly where they wanted her.

Zoey couldn’t believe what she just heard. A gush of liquid dripped out of her already throbbing pussy. She knew her sons had a sexual relationship, but it’s a different animal all together to hear them engaging. Zoey stopped to listen.

Aaron grinned at his brother as a sign to keep going and Ian proceed to say,” Oh yes that’s it Aaron. It feels so good to have you buried balls deep into my hole. Please don’t stop. Fill my ass with your warm seed”

Zoey lost her mind at Ian’s declarations and closed her eyes. She couldn’t help herself. It was as though she lost all control over her body and began to rub her pussy. Zoey was so caught up in her own pleasure, that she didn’t realize she pushed Aarons door open and walked through it.

Zoey slowly opened her eyes when she realized the twins moans and groans were louder than before. She was mortified when she became aware that she was no longer in the hallway. Zoey was standing in the middle of Aaron’s room her dress pulled up, with her hand in her panties rubbing her pussy.

Tears filled up her eyes as she gazed upon the two naked men in the king sized bed. Then she abruptly turned towards the door. Since Aaron was standing, he disengaged from his brother and headed towards his mother.

He reached Zoey mere seconds before she crossed the threshold, shutting the door in front of her. She stood facing the closed door shaking until Aaron gently turned her to face him.

Zoey couldn’t look her son in the eye, so she kept her head down. Aaron took her by the chin and a jolt passed between them. Aaron shivered and lifted her head until their eyes met. However, when he looked down at the beautiful woman who gave him life, Zoey’s eye were closed.

“Open your eyes mom,” Aaron stated firmly . Zoey shook her head no and Aaron repeated his request. Zoey visibly signed and slowly unshut her eyes.

She looked at the man standing before her expecting to see disgust in his eyes but was surprised at what she did see. Aaron’s eyes were filled with desire and love.

With her eyes yet again filling with tears, she found her voice, ” I am so sorry Aaron. I have tried to fight it but I want you and your brother. I am a terrible mother. You both must hate me.”

“On the contrary mom we both love you with all our hearts. Both Ian and I wanted this to happen. We even talked it over with Dad and Jake.”

“They told us that you would feel terrible about how you were feeling and if we truly wanted anything to happen we would have to make it happen. We both longed to touch you in a non-son manner since we were teenagers. We suppressed our feelings thinking they were normal teenage lust.”

Zoey looked at him with a surprise look on her face. “Your dad and Jake knew I was struggling with my non-motherly feelings for you. Aaron shook his head. And they didn’t say anything to me? How could they do that to me?” Aaron could see his mother getting angry and turned to his brother for help.

“Mom don’t be mad at them, Ian stated as he approached his mother and brother. They allowed us to work things out for ourselves because they knew we loved you deeply and trusted us.”

“They even warned us not to hurt you, because we would have to answer to them. You are very lucky to have two I mean four men who love you unconditionally and would do anything for you.”

Tears fell from her eyes, because she knew that Ian spoke the truth. Aaron wiped her tears away and grabbed her right hand while Ian grabbed the left and led her towards the bed.

The three of them stood next to the bed and Zoey said, ” I will pose the same question to you your dad asked me years ago. Are you sure you want to do this? There is no turning back once we cross this line.”

Both men shook their head yes, but Zoey voiced further, In public you will be my sons but in private you will be my lovers. Are you absolutely sure?”

In response to her question this time, Ian and Aaron separated their mother from her clothes and took turns kissing her deeply.

“Wow those boys can kiss. I can only imagine what else they will do to my body.” Zoey’s thoughts were interrupted when Aaron spoke.

“Does that answer your question Zoey? She looked confused, so Aaron continued, we figured if we are allowed to make love to you then we should be allowed to call you by your first name.

Zoey looked a little scared when Ian chimed in, “Don’t worry Zoey you will be mom in puplic. Please trust us.” Zoey smiled at him and said two words, ” I do.”

The twins took that as their cue to lay their mother on Aaron’s bed. They took turns kissing Zoey with the passion of two men in love while there hands moved over her body.

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The door slammed shut, and as the voices of the group faded away, I smiled. Sitting on a lush leather sofa, holding my fourth beer in my hand, I was feeling pretty good. I turned my head from the door to her, she was smiling that big beautiful smile that she always wore. My friend was a lucky man.

“So, Jon, how are things with you?”

Sitting in the computer chair on the other side of the room, she leaned forward. I always enjoyed my conversations with her, because she was just as good of a listener as she was a talker. She had a way about laughing at your jokes, even if you didn’t think they were that funny, that just made you feel like you were funny. Like I said, my friend was a lucky man.

He and the rest of the party (two of our other friends and their girlfriends) had gone out for a beer and food run. I hadn’t opted to go because well for one, there wasn’t room in the car, and for two, I wasn’t sober enough to drive.

“Things are going very well for me, thank you.”

She stood up, crossed over to the couch and plopped down in that light hearted manner she always had about her.

“Are you sure? I know break ups can be tough.”

She was referring to the end of my most recent relationship. I had been dating a girl for almost three years. We had even been engaged when we broke up two months prior.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m much happier now. Don’t worry about me, I don’t want to bore you with the ugly details.”

She laughed again, and slapped my knee, which surprised me a little. I didn’t mind it, it was just she had never really been very physically affectionate, except with her own boyfriend.

“But the ugly details are the most exciting! Come on, let it out, that’s what friends are for.”

I smiled and shrugged.

“There really isn’t much to say. Our relationship had reached a point where we were always fighting, everything she did got on my nerves and everything I did got on hers. I realized getting married wasn’t going to solve anything, it would only make things worse. Not to mention we hadn’t had sex for nearly two months,” I laughed, “You know me, that was the clincher.”

She laughed with me, and nodded her head.

“Yeah, I mean, I totally know what that’s like.”

This comment caught me a little off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the lack of sex. I know what that’s like. Totally sucks.”

I frowned. As far as I knew, her and my best friend had been together for almost five years now, and neither of them had been in a serious relationship before that, having met at the end of high school.

“You mean, you and Luke have had dry spells?”

She laughed again, a bit louder than necessary this time.

“Had dry spells! Yeah right. I feel like the last year of our relationship has been a dry spell.”

Why was she telling me this? Despite the buzz from the beer, I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. I hadn’t ever asked my friends about their sex life, and to be honest, I had no real desire to know anything about it.

“Ouch, that sucks.”

She nodded and shrugged simultaneously.

“Yeah, I mean I’m a very sexual person. I really, really enjoy sex, you know?”

“I’ve heard rumors.”

She laughed. It was true. I had heard some rumors of some pretty kinky stuff that she and Luke had done in the beginning of their relationship from their roommates at the time. Back during their supposed “peak” sex life, I wasn’t living in the same apartment, and I visited infrequently.

“Yeah, that was back in the good old days. Of course, we didn’t see you much back then.”

I nodded my response. I didn’t really like talking about that part of my life too much. It had been a hard time for me.

“But of course,” she paused, a strange look coming over her face as her eyes began looking me up and down, “you’ve changed… a lot… since then.”

Now I’m not an idiot, and I can tell me when a girl is checking me out. I’d noticed her giving me some looks before, but nothing as obvious as this. And she was right, I had changed a lot in the last several years. When she and I had first met, I was well over 300 pounds, depressed, jobless, girlfriendless, illegal bahis and a high school drop out who just smoked pot all day. Suffice to say I wasn’t very… appealing to opposite sex.

Since then I’d dropped my weight back below 170, but I had gained another 20 pounds of muscle on top of that. I had bulked up, and had a pretty low body fat percentage. I completed my high school diploma, not a GED, which I felt was the “easy way out”, and received several technical certifications and a two year technical degree. Add in a decent job and a decent car, suffice to say my confidence had skyrocketed since I was eighteen.

“Well thank you, I’m glad someone noticed.”

“It’s hard not to.”

I smiled and took a sip of my beer. She was doing that thing that she did all the time. I’m not sure if she did it just with me or with everyone, but she refused to break eye contact. I’ve been told that by breaking eye contact with someone you give them power over you, and it means you have a lack of confidence in yourself. I don’t know how true that is, but I definitely felt some serious pressure flowing from her at that point.

I felt I should say something, so I said the first thing that came to mind.

“Well, I mean, you haven’t changed at all since then.”

She guffawed.

“Well, geez, thanks Jon!”

“No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

I had said the wrong thing. When you tell a left wing borderline crazy liberal hippy that they haven’t changed in five years, it’s a pretty big insult.

“What I meant to say is, you’re still as beautiful and charming if not more so than when I first met you.”

She paused for a moment, and if at all possible, her smile got bigger.

“Well thanks Jon. That’s nice for a woman to hear. Luke doesn’t think so.”

I nearly snorted beer out of my nose.

“What do you mean, he doesn’t think so?”

“He told me… well, not in so many words, that he thought I was more beautiful back in high school.”

I got really angry. What a douchebag. The last thing you tell a woman is that she was more beautiful when she was younger. Isn’t that just common knowledge? Especially when it wasn’t true!

“Don’t get me wrong Elsa, I thought you were captivating back in high school. You were like a budding rose. But since then that rose has blossomed and come to fruition. With you it’s like that rose gets more and more appealing every year. Any many would be a fool not to see that.”

One thing clicked in my mind about how she had changed over the last five years. She had styled her hair in some pretty interesting, but not totally unattractive ways. However, she had returned it to the shoulder length, loose and somewhat curly style she had had when I first met her. Which I felt still suited her the best. Her style had changed a lot over the years as well.

Back in high school she wore some pretty dark, punk, almost gothic attire. But now she was wearing tighter, more colorful, more lively and form fitting clothing. I felt it was an improvement.

I had never seen her blush before, but she did. I was a little surprised, and I suddenly felt out of place.

“I’m sorry Elsa, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s what I like about you, Jon. You’re so poetic and speak in metaphors. I think it’s sexy.”

I smiled and nodded, we had talked about this before, minus the sexy part. I may be a computer technician during the day, but at night my true love is writing.

“Tell me,” she started, slowly, deliberately, to lean towards me, “what about me do you think has changed for the better?”

“Well, I think you’ve grown a lot. You’re painting has improved so much. You’re constantly discovering new things about yourself that you love and I think that’s great. You’re always trying to improve yourself or find a new way of doing things. You’re a lot more mature, laid back than you used to be…”

“No,” she interrupted, “I mean, what about me physically?”

I stuttered for a moment.

“You mean…”

“Like, I mean my body. What do you like about my body?”

I was stunned. This was getting a little too… casino siteleri intimate for me. Thoughts of Luke and our friendship quickly flashed through my head. Well, he had always been a dick to me, really. I mean when the cards were down he would come through pretty much every time. But overall he was pretty much a giant ass. I never really saw what Elsa seemed to see in him, but I wasn’t one to be the judge of anyone. Not to mention I’d been his friend since elementary school.

I figured a little flirting wouldn’t hurt. Not to mention I was starting to feel a little excited by the conversation.

“Well, you’re eyes have always captivated me. Their piercing, beautiful. You’re smile is amazing. It’s like you could brighten the worst day a man ever had with that smile. I like…”

“Go on,” she encouraged.

“Well, I like how petite you are. Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re a beautiful woman, but I’ve never really been into women who are six feet tall blonde supermodels. I like that you’re small, and if I was your boyrfriend…”

“Yes?”

“Well, how easy it would be for me to pick you up and well… hold you, yah know?”

“Yeah. Anything else?”

“Well… I’ve always thought your hair was beautiful. Dark, long, flowing. I like the style you have now, I think you should keep it long like this.”

“Me too, but Luke likes it shorter.”

“Well do whatever you feel you like better. I’ve always thought that your chest…I’m sorry.”

“No it’s okay, I want to hear it.”

“You’re breasts are perfect. Perky and just the right size. You’ve got the perfect amount of cleavage. And your butt… wow you’ve got that butt that all other girls dream of. That heart shape, you know?”

“Yeah, I think I know what you’re talking about.”

There was a pause for a moment and I broke eye contact. I didn’t want to, but I just felt like I had said too much. I was rethinking my ‘just flirting’ approach. Was it okay to talk to your best friend’s girlfriend like this?

“You know, Jon, I think you’re a pretty handsome guy yourself.”

“Well thanks, Elsa.”

“Do you want to know what I like about your body?”

I nodded slowly.

“Sure.”

She did something then that I did not expect. She crossed the distance between us on the couch so her soft, uncovered legs were pushing up against my jean clad legs. Her short light blue shorts were riding up her thighs, and I could see quite a bit of her pale flesh. She put her hands on my shoulders.

“You’ve been working out a lot over the last couple years.” It wasn’t a question.

“It shows. You’re shoulders have gotten a lot bigger, and that’s a big turn on, I like a guy with wide shoulders.”

That was funny, Luke was kind of narrow. Her hands traveled down my arms.

“Big arms. Now that’s sexy. I like it when a guy wraps his arms around me and I feel like nothing can hurt me.”

Her hands traveled back up my arms and down to my chest.

“Hard chest…”

Down to my stomache.

“…hard stomache. Do you have a six pack?”

“No, I’ve been trying but I can’t cut out the beer and pizza long enough to lose the fat.”

I held my beer up to illustrate my point. Her hands traveled down to my waist, and the heat in my loins built real fast. Her hands went up underneath my shirt, and they were cool on my skin.

“I don’t feel an inch of flab on you. I bet your whole body is hard.”

She looked into my eyes and I smiled knowingly.

“You have no idea.”

“Oh but I do.” Her hands began to slowly creep downward.

“I’ve heard rumors as well, you see.” My breath started coming in more ragged pulls.

“When you were dating Janie… well, she had a bit of a big mouth… and she liked to brag. A lot.”

My heart raced. I hoped against hope she wasn’t talking about what I thought she was talking about.

“See,” her hands continued to get closer and closer, “Us girls, we’re just like guys. We like to one up the one another a lot. One thing that I could never one up Janie on was…”

Her hands reached my belt, but slowly continued downward.

“… the size…”

They reached the poker siteleri top of my zipper, but kept going down. I don’t think I was breathing at this point. Our eyes were locked, a look of sheer terror on my face I was sure. A huge smile on hers.

“… of my boyfriends…”

Finally her hands found what they were looking for, and I let out a loud groan as the contact I was aching for was finally made.

“…muscles.”

Her mouth dropped and she looked down at the bulge in my pants that she was rubbing and fondling. Her head came up and she kissed me, hard. I kissed back, her soft, sensual lips like that of a flower against mine. I was afraid I’d break her.

I carefully put my beer on the end table next to the couch, wrapped my arms around her and stood up. As I stood she wrapped her small, sexy legs around my waist and began grinding herself against my erection in my pants.

I walked over to a wall and pushed her up against it. She let out a low moan as she continued kissing me. Her hands reached for my belt.

“Oh my god, Jon, I need you inside me right now.”

“We don’t have much time.”

“I’ll be quick, I’m so wet, I’m so close to cumming right now, just feeling you…oh god.”

She unwrapped her legs from me and I pulled her shorts and panties off as she undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I picked her back up with one arm and with the other took my manhood in hand. I positioned myself at the entrance to her small womanhood and began rubbing myself up and down, getting the head of my cock wet. She moaned.

“Jon, hurry, they’ll be home soon.”

I slowly pushed myself into her waiting warmth, and she arched her back with a loud moan as I tried not to hurt her.

“Don’t be gentle… oh Jon, you’re so much bigger than Luke.”

“That’s why I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Jon, just fuck me. Hurry. I need it.”

Against my better judgment, I followed her instructions. Holding her tight against me with my arms, I thrust into her with my hips, banging her butt against the wall. The neighbors must have heard it.

“Oh yes, just like that.” I didn’t want to disturb the neighboring apartment dwellers, but I’m not one to disappoint a lady.

I pounded my hips against hers as hard as I could, faster and faster, my cock diving into her small, incredibly wet and warm pussy. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting, and she began gasping in orgasm almost immediately.

“Oh my god, Jon… Jon… I’m cumming, yes, yes yes!”

I thrust myself into her over and over as she came, her whole body stiffened and her arms and legs were vices around me. Even if I’d tried to shake her off she wouldn’t have budged. She bit down hard on my neck to stifle a scream. She held on to me there for several moments, tight, relishing in that after orgasm feeling. Slowly, she began to relax and soon was limp against me.

“Oh Jon…” she whispered, “I haven’t ever felt anything like that before.”

It was my turn to reach my peak. If at all possible, my hips found hers faster, harder, and my breath came in harsh, deep pulls.

“Elsa, I’m going to cum…”

Her head shot up.

“No, don’t cum in me. Cum on my face.”

I was surprised by this, but she unhooked herself from me and kneeled down right in front of me. She took my cock in her hands and mouth and began vigorously stroking and sucking me. I was so close to coming, I was afraid I was going to cum in her mouth.

“I’m so close.”

She took me out of her mouth, but kept stroking with both of her hands. Her hands were so small on my cock, neither one could wrap itself all the way around it.

“Cum for me, Jon. I want your big cock to shoot it’s load all over my pretty little slut face.”

And I came, all over her face. I shot jism after jism of hot cum into her hair, onto her forehead, her lips and in her mouth. She continued stroking me, even as my cock was just dribbling its last bits of cum out. She was about to put me back in her mouth when we both heard the sound of the door opening.

She was gone in a flash. One moment she had been on her knees, my cum dripping off of her, the next she was shutting the bathroom door. I did my best to pull my pants up and get back to the couch. As Luke and the rest of the gang walked in, I was very interested in the MMA fight on television.

“Hey Jon, you want another beer?”

“No thanks Luke, still working on this one.”

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Ch. I: The Picture

Mrs. Martin had assigned her English class to write a paper on a famous person who was still alive for their spring project. They had to have four references; none could be an encyclopedia. Tom had found two in the school library for his topic but was having trouble with the last two. He went to the city library and looked in the catalog for magazine articles and found a bunch to include an interview in Playboy in 1985. Tom went to the library computer and pulled up the first article and downloaded it to his disk and then pulled up the Playboy article. After downloading the article he looked at the table of contents of the magazine and saw there was a pictorial of “College Girls of the Northwest”.

Being a healthy young male with a strong sex drive he went to the page and started to scan the pictures. His eyes nearly fell out of his head as he let out “OH My God” and quickly slapped his hand over his mouth. There was Mrs. Martin, NUDE, of course the name was Sue Brown and she was a little thinner, ’38D-25-35′ was what the write-up said. There was no mistaking that beautiful face and blond hair it was definitely the goddess he had been fantasizing about all year long. Even though she was about 35 and had a couple of kids she still looked as beautiful today as then. Tom quickly downloaded the picture. Logged out of the workstation, and went home to admire this goddess on his PC.

As he got home his dick was getting hard thinking about his find, he pulled it up on the screen and daydreamed “it would be boss to play with those tits”. He pulled his stiff dick from his pants and started to rub, he leaned backed and moaned as a stream of white come blast from his dick.

Tom glanced at the clock and saw it was seven and his mom would be home shortly. He grabbed a towel and cleaned up his come. He finished his paper and printed the articles to put in as appendixes. Quickly he put the paper together in the folder and finished the rest of his homework.

He turned the paper the next day at the start of class. As Tom sat in class all he could think about was those beautiful tits staring back at him from his computer screen. When Mrs. Martin’s dress swayed back and forth as she wrote on the board, Tom could only imagine what was hidden beneath that cloth. She was 5’7″ had long blond hair and although she tried to hid it with baggy cloths, she still had a nice body with nice curves. When he left class, canlı bahis he had a raging hard on and no idea what they had covered.

It was 4:30 when Susan Martin gathered up the folders containing the papers her advance writing class had written, and moved to the den to start grading them. Fortunately there was only one of these classes, it was designed to prepare students for English 101 when they went to college next year. She had asked the nanny to feed the children and her husband, Dave, had called to say that he would be home late tonight, as usual. Two and half-hours into grading and she had graded twenty of the twenty-seven papers. She stood up from the chair and stretched, and went to the kitchen to fix a diet coke.

As she settled back in her chair she reached down to the small stack and grabbed the next folder. Tom Simpson was written on the front. She read through the paper, he had done a good job, as usual, and she started to look through the appendix articles. She had noticed one was out of Playboy, but she never put any limitations on her student sources. As she turned the last page her heart stopped, there it was, that picture. It was in black and white and enlarged, but there was no denying it was the picture that had cost her, her first teaching job.

Susan fell back in her chair, as she remembered that fateful day in the spring of her senior year. She had just gotten back to the sorority house when one of her sorority sisters came running in all excited. “Look at this add, a magazine wants women students to pose for a pictorial article of our school”

Everyone in the house gathered around and read the add, they were all jabbering a million miles an hour as, ‘what do you think they will pay? How do they pick the models? Who is it any way?’ Then came the statement, ‘lets go find out’, and the wrong thing to say to one of the more daring sororities on campus. They all piled in cars, including Susan, and off they went to look for the address.

The place had not been hard to find, there where, what Susan thought hundreds of women waiting outside. They found a place to park the cars, and an air of circus excitement took over, as they headed for the building.

Just outside the building was a roped off area with a sign ‘enter here’. As the young women got in line and slowly move forward, they reached the first person, a man dressed in a coat and tie. He asked the same two questions kaçak iddaa to each young woman, Are you over 18? And will you pose nude? If you said no to either question you were shown an exit in the rope and the line continued.

Susan thought to herself that if she had been alone she might have gotten out of line at that point, then of course had she been alone she probably would not have been there in the first place.

The sorority sisters reached the end of the line where a man and a woman were standing, first you walked past the man and he told you go on or step out of line, only about half got to go on. The woman was by the door, of those that approached her she only let about one in ten go into the building.

Susan remembered, of all her sorority sisters, only she and two others made it into the building. They were so happy; they carried on like they had just won the prize. Some prize Susan mussed to herself.

Once inside they were lead to a room and handed bunch of forms to fill out and sign. Then one at a time they were called up and lead into a room where they were interviewed. After the interview they had a quick picture taken and they were told they would be called in the next week.

Susan thought back to how everybody in the house was so excited when she got called. The photographer meet with her the next day and took a few shoots, he explained that not all pictures would be used, and that he wanted to just follow her for a day.

The next morning he came to the sorority house and followed her about for the day. It hadn’t been to bad until she went back to the sorority house to change to go out with her friends. He told her he wanted to take a few shots of her in her room. She thought back to how he had coaxed her into taking off her cloths and lying on the bed while he shot some pictures of her naked. He kept committing on what a perfect body she had, and how she could be a model. She remembered how she was nervous but excited at the same time. She remembered how all she could think about that evening was going to bed with Joe, her date, and the waves of pleasure that had swept over her body as she had one of the best nights of loving of her life.

She and Joe went out to eat at a sub shop and then to their favorite bar for beer and dancing. Susan rubbed up against Joe every chance she got; she wanted him so bad. Finally they played a slow song and she snuggled in close kaçak bahis to him as they danced she could feel him grow hard. She remembered how she had whispered in his ear how she would like to take care of that. He pushed her back from him and grabbed her hand and headed for his room. That had to be the fastest they ever got undressed and fell naked into a hot embrace that night. She remembered how they made love for hours that night and how he would kiss and nibble on her body and could not keep his hands off her. Susan thought about how Joe had the largest penis she had ever seen, before or since and how he used to fill her up with it.

She thought back to that day in October when the principal called her into his office. She had only been teaching about six weeks, she became very nervous, especially when the secretary gave her an icy stare and pointed to the principal’s office without saying a word. As she knocked on the door she was told to come in and introduced to the superintendent of schools and the head of the teachers union.

The next question was ‘is this you Miss Brown?’ and held up that Playboy magazine. Susan remembered how she almost passed out and sick feeling in her stomach as she was told she was dismissed and would not work as a teacher in that county again. She shook as she remembered being escorted to her class to gather her personal things and then being escorted from the building. She remembered how she cried that night in her apartment and thought her life was over.

Tears came to her eyes as she said, “this damn picture.”

She remembered how she moved east and lived on the money she inherited from the sale of her mother’s house. Her mother had died in a car accident less than a month after Susan graduated from college and her father had died of cancer while she was still in high school. She had substituted some and then during Christmas got offered a job at a private school. She had started grad school and met Dave, who was just finishing law school.

He passed the bar and she completed her masters’ degree, they got married and moved again. She had always been careful to use the school she received her masters from as her alumni and never to talk about living on the West Coast. It had been so many years she had allowed it to pass to the back of her mind. Now here it was again, ready to destroy her life again.

“Tom is not a bad boy, maybe I can reason with him,” she thought. “Yes, I’m sure he won’t be difficult to handle, don’t panic you can work this out.”

Susan folded the picture and put back in the folder. She was to upset to finished grading the rest of the papers, so she went up to bed.

To Be Continued…

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While I am sure no one will believe this, this is a true story, it happened many years ago, and all the people involved were much more than legal age, in fact no one was less than 40 years old.

The only real reason I am even writing this down, is that my wife and I spent many many years as swingers and had lots of great adventures, now I am old and in very poor health and she has passed away, I thought I might try to write down at least some of our more unusual happenings and let others know about them and how much fun we had. I have never tried to write anything ever, so if you can not stand poor spelling and even worse grammar then pleases stop reading this and go fuck yourself. I am not writing these stories down in any order, just the ones that come to mind.

Many years ago my wife and I were at her mothers house visiting, she is from a large family and most of her brothers and sisters were there as well. I was out on the back deck chatting with one of her brothers, when I overheard her oldest brother mention he had found a really good spot on the river for all kinds of fun.

He talked of a nice swimming spot, great fishing, camping and a very active restroom with glory holes.

I tried to pay close attention, but make it seem like I was engaged in another conversation. As I listened it occurred to me that this would be a great place to take my wife, we had been swingers for many years and she loved glory holes.

I had to think about the situation for a while to decide the best way to proceed.

I could see the chance to have a perverted fantasy become real.

I told my wife about the place after we got home, and that I thought we should go and check it out, she agreed and since it was only a few miles from our home, we got ready and headed out. It took about 45 minutes bonus veren siteler to get there, and her brother was right, it was a nice little spot, far off the beaten path, plenty of parking, beautiful river and a restroom up near the edge of the forest.

We parked the car, looked around a bit and then walked up to the restroom. It was small, a door on one side for men and one on the other for women, we went into our respective sides for a closer look, there were 2 stalls, a urinal and a sink on my side, each stall had a glory hole leading over to the woman’s side and a glory hole leading into the other stall next to it.

I could see light coming through small holes on the outside walls, peek holes I guess and much to my surprise there was an overhead light. I was getting ready to exit the restroom and see what my wife Julie had found on her side of the restroom, when the door opened and in walked a black man, he smiled and entered the back stall.

I had not heard my wife leave her side of the restroom and I really hoped that she was still inside. Not wanting to mess up a possible fun encounter, I stepped out and walked around the outside of the building.

I tried to be as quite as possible as I walked, and though they were hard to see I did find peek holes drilled in the wall on the woman’s side. I quickly located the peek hole looking into the back stall of the women’s room.

I could see my totally nude wife on her knees sucking the black cock.

She sucked his big fat cock for 10 minutes or so, then she put her ass up to the hold for a good fucking, they fucked hard for several minutes, then he shot his load of hot cum up her tight shaved pussy.

She gathered her things and we left for home, we talked about everything and decided to come back as soon bahis as possible.

I had heard her brother say that he liked to go there on Friday nights just before dark, so I naturally mentioned to Julie that I thought Friday might be a good time to go, and of course I did not mention her brother at all or what he said. When Friday finally came we went again, we got down there early enough for her to swim and have time for a brief picnic. She wore a sun dress, a very short sun dress and nothing else.

She made 3 trips to the little restroom while we, well I guess it was just me waiting, as she knew nothing about my perverted little plan, she would wait till a guy went in the restroom and then she would go in on her side, and yes she sucked off all three cocks and fucked one of them.

Finally just before dark, I saw her brothers truck pull in, he parked very near to the restroom and went in, I smiled and looked at Julie.

“Looks like another customer sweetie.”

She smiled and headed up, we were on the women’s side of the restroom, a good place to not be seen, and a good close place to listen for cars. I waited for a couple of minutes then proceeded as quietly as possible to a peek hole. There she was, totally nude in the back stall, an arm ran through the glory hole feeling her up good, he squeezed her tits and ass then stuck a finger up her pussy. I could not believe my luck, I had to sneak over and make sure it was actually her older brother Don at the glory hole, and it was.

I slipped back over to the peek hole on her side, she had a tit stuck through the hole and was loving getting her nipple sucked and bitten, then he put his cock through the hole, it was huge, at least 10 inches and very think. She jerked it for a few seconds then opened her mouth and slid it in, deneme bonusu he moaned as his cock head entered his little sisters mouth.

Julies is an expert cocksucker and has had lots of practice getting big cocks down her tight little throat. She pushed and twisted her throat around her big brothers cock, all the while he encouraged her by saying.

“That’s it slut. Suck my dick, take it all down, you little whore.”

It took a little while , but his cock did go to the balls in her throat. She cum just sucking his cock and he cum down her slut throat soon after.

I thought the show was over and I was pretty happy that my evil plan had worked this well, but no one came out of the restroom, I went back to the peek hole to find her ass plastered up to the hole and the sound of banging against the wall as he fucked her hard and bareback.

I was so excited that I almost cum in my jeans, but I remained still so as not to ruin the entertainment.

They must have fucked for half an hour, she moaned and cum repeatedly every few minutes, finally he let out a deep moan and filled his little sisters pussy with hot thick brother juice.

I went back to my hiding spot at the edge of the woods , soon Julie came over, walking a little funny.

“How did it go?” I asked.

“Wonderful.” she said

We rested on a bench down the trail for a few minutes and she told me the whole story, not realizing I had watched the whole thing.

Her brother had left while we rested and talked, then we went back to the car and headed home.

“Do you think you would like to do that again?” I asked.

She smiled a stupid fresh fucked smile and said.

“He wants to do it again next week, he plans to fuck me up the ass next time.”

I was shocked.

“Do you want his cock up your asshole?”

“Yes.” she said.

I did not know how to proceed from here at first, I mean I intended to tell her about what had happened but now I had the chance to get her fucked in all three holes by her brother. Guess which one I chose.

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The sequel to – ‘What goes up…’ Read that FIRST.

Lying on the large, double bed, Harriet sleepily eased her naked body onto its side and the hollow gold crucifix around her pale neck slipped lovingly between her large, firm breasts. Her body heat gradually warming the red pubic hair folded neatly within.

She opened her eyes – remembering.

Today was the first anniversary of Sonia’s death and Harriet intended to visit the grave of her former lover.

Tears crept into the corner of her eyes as she recalled their meeting at Eleznick’s Cafe and her discovery, that day, of her bisexuality.

“Sentimental me,” she murmured softly into the crushed, feather pillow.

**********

In the almost deserted cemetery parking lot, Harriet left her car and walked the remaining short distance to Sonia’s grave. Approaching the secluded spot between the spread of two ancient elm trees she saw a young woman kneel and place a large floral wreath on the early morning damp earth.

The woman had long, flaming red hair shining like a beacon in the sunlight. The slight breeze lazily shifting its lustrous waviness.

Harriet stopped; held her breath, tightly grasping her own floral tribute.

The woman stood up and turned towards her and for one heart stopping moment Harriet thought it was Sonia.

Closer scrutiny revealed that it was a near likeness but not her former lover. The lips were thinner and the nose, straighter and longer. Nevertheless, it was still a very beautiful face.

‘Who is she?’ Harriet had to know.

She moved closer towards the grave.

“I’m sorry to intrude on your grief,” said Harriet. “If you wish I can return later.”

“No. Please stay. Are you… were you a friend of Sonia’s?” asked the young woman, quizzically. “Only, I can’t recall seeing you at the funeral.”

“I was a very close friend… but was unable to attend. Are you related to Sonia?” asked Harriet.

“I’m Marisa, her younger sister. You are…?”

Harriet extended her hand and lightly held onto Marisa’s pleasantly cool hand, it was at that moment that she caught the woman’s full fragrance.

It had been Sonia’s favorite perfume.

“Harriet… Harriet Edwards,” she muttered, slightly bewitched by Marisa’s likeness and scent. “May I place my flowers with yours?”

Marisa gazed intently at her as Harriet bent down and arranged the flowers.

“Sonia spoke of you,” said Marisa, “We held no secrets from each other and I hope I don’t embarrass you when I say that she loved you a great deal… I can see why.”

Harriet blushed as she stood and faced Marisa.

“It’s kind of you to say so.” Tears welled in her eyes, her voice was heavy with emotion as Harriet continued, “I loved Sonia…” She held eye contact with Marisa, “…so very much.” She shook her head as if to throw off an emotional weight. “If you know who I am,” she said more assertively, “then you know that it was my ex-husband who killed her.”

“Yes, I know but I don’t hold that against you. In fact I can understand your feelings. Can we be friends?” she asked, smiling warmly.

Harriet beamed delightedly. “I was going to ask same question.”

They hugged each other tightly like old friends meeting again for the first time in many years; each woman shed an emotional tear.

**********

During the next two weeks Harriet and Marisa met frequently during the evenings.

Harriet knew that Marisa was still a ‘working girl’ and could not see her every evening.

Although they were from totally different backgrounds they found much to talk about and of course the common bond between them was the shared love of a bitter-sweet memory.

Each evening’s conversation brought Harriet revelations from the two sister’s childhood that intrigued and provoked her into more intimate inquiries. It was late one evening after Marisa had drunk too much that she eventually related the full story of their upbringing.

An aunt in Cleveland, Ohio had raised the two girls after the tragic death of their parents in a road accident when they were very young.

The aunt had no idea that her male lodger regularly abused the girls.

Not until Sonia was of an age to properly understand what was happening did she take matters into her own hands. One evening when she went to his room she also took a long, sharp kitchen knife. He awoke to a stinging pain and wetness between his legs. His penis was missing. They never found where she buried his manhood.

Upon his discharge from hospital he moved out of the neighborhood and the girls never saw him again but the events of those years left deep psychological scars that occasionally resurfaced during adolescence. In Sonia’s case it manifested itself whenever she made love in the dark. She froze when touched and could not enjoy any foreplay.

When she was eighteen Sonia found a special love with an older, more understanding man. She nurtured this relationship for a number of years. It helped to overcome her sexual fears and provide the foundation bedava bahis for a sexual awakening that she wanted to share with her sister.

One weekend they teamed up, making love to this same man. It was an intimate occasion that gave both girls an insight into their sexuality and what love could be achieved without fear or pain. The man was impressed with them and suggested that their talents could be financially rewarding for them all. For a small percentage of their earnings he would set them up in business as high-class escorts.

For a number of years they quietly earned a great deal of money and built a substantial clientele. Everyone satisfied with their role until one hot, stifling July evening, an out of state Senator whispered to Sonia that there was more money to be made in Washington.

“…you’d be nearer to me, too honey. Nearer to where the big money is and where the action lies,” he said, knowingly, his large, white hands roughly squeezing her large breasts as she sat astride him, his huge erection sending waves of pleasure within her vagina.

By September they were in business for themselves. They rented an apartment in a block whose residents cared nothing for their lively business.

The Senator had his ‘sexual freebies’ while promoting the names of new clients. The girls services were in constant demand among the affluent society in which they now found themselves.

They were riding the crest of a wave when the police raided their apartment. They were charged and convicted of prostitution.

Instead of prison sentences they received only a heavy fine, thanks mainly to some monetary sweeteners given to the judge provided by their friend the Senator. It wiped out their savings and afterwards the Senator told them they were on their own and were not to contact any of their clients or him again.

The sister’s knew they had reached a turning point in their lives. It was time to go their separate ways.

Out of the blue Sonia received a phone call from Frances, a high class Madame, who had seen her in the media and wanted Sonia on her books. She eagerly agreed and during this period Sonia gave part of her income to finance Marisa until Marisa met Carlos who became her pimp.

That evening, as Harriet listened intently to the full story of Marisa and Sonia’s life, her emotions were in turmoil. She understood that Marisa was a totally different person to Sonia and Marisa could never replace those deep feelings she had shared with Sonia. She saw the pain in Marisa’s eyes and felt a need to reach out and protect her from further harm or degradation.

Following their third large drink, and during a lull in the conversation, she stood up and walked over to the couch where Marisa was sitting. Harriet seated herself close to her, took Marisa’s glass and placed it carefully on the small occasional table. She grasped Marisa’s hands in her own. Speaking softly, her voice deep with emotion she said, “Marisa, when we first met you asked if we could be friends and you must know that your friendship means a great deal to me. What I’m offering you is the opportunity for to quit your work and live with me…”

Harriet raised Marisa’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“I’m not making this offer lightly. I’ve really become very fond of you these past few weeks.” She kissed Marisa’s fingers again. “Please say you’ll stay.”

“I’m flattered by your offer, Harriet… I… I don’t know quite what to say. I’m not stupid. I know that you might consider my friendship a close alternative to my dead sister’s. But I would rather be with you every day than force myself to have sex with the type of guy that Carlos seems to find for me these days.”

“It’s true, I can understand your fears,” said Harriet, gazing warmly into Marisa’s dark brown eyes. “You remind me a great deal of Sonia but I’m asking you as a person to be my friend not the image of my former lover. That is the difference between wanting you and perpetuating my feelings for someone who has gone out of my life. Will you stay?”

“Are you really fond of me, Harriet or is this just a phase that you are going through and next week I could find myself back on the streets with no help from Carlos once…” She stopped in mid sentence. “What are we going to do about Carlos? He’s hardly likely to shake my hand and say goodbye to his only meal ticket.”

Harriet grasped Marisa’s hands tightly. “Leave Carlos to me. I know people who owe me enough favors to put him somewhere out of harm’s way. Carlos is less important to me at the moment than to our continuing relationship.

“I’ve asked myself some soul-searching questions and found that I love being with you. I enjoy your company. I want you with me all the time not just a few evenings a week. I miss you when you’re not here. There’s a void inside me that only you can fill and where money is concerned I’ll honor any outstanding financial commitments you may have. And, so that you may feel free to leave at any time, I’ll even place ten thousand dollars into your account. I casino siteleri don’t want you to feel that’s a bribe. It isn’t. It’s to show that I care enough to ensure that you won’t want to leave. I’ll also arrange for an acceptable weekly allowance to be paid into your checking account.”

Marisa sat quietly with her head bowed deep in thought. “You won’t hurt Carlos will you?” she eventually said. “Financially Carlos has been good to me over the years but I can’t seem to break free of him.”

“No, I won’t hurt him, just place him somewhere safe for a while.”

Looking directly into Harriet’s eyes Marisa said, “Then I accept your offer, Harriet, but apart from being your companion what else am I going to do to occupy my time?”

“Well, as I said earlier I’ve given it some thought and, if you’re agreeable, we can start straight away on re-educating you to become my personal secretary…”

“Secretary… But I don’t have…”

“Don’t worry about what you don’t have,” interjected Harriet, “I’ll make sure it’s provided. I’ll personally oversee your education. It’ll take time. I don’t expect you to become a qualified secretary in the next six months. It most likely will take at least a couple of years.”

“Thanks, Harriet. It seems a rather inadequate word for what you are giving me,” said Marisa, inching forward in her seat and as Harriet released her hands Marisa wrapped her arms gratefully around Harriet and hugged her tightly. She affectionately kissed Harriet’s cheek.

Their eyes locked.

A close observer would have seen a momentary search for refusal.

A fleeting downward glance at the others lips.

They leaned forward. Their lips met.

At first they kissed slowly, tentatively, then, as their initial inhibitions quietened their passion engulfed them.

Harriet broke free and cupping Marisa’s face in her hands. “Marisa,” she gasped, gazing wantonly into her eyes, “I do so want you,” she said.

Marisa said nothing but casually stood up and Harriet led her by the hand out of the room towards the stairs.

The bedroom was awash with moonlight as they slowly undressed each other. Harriet remembering the first time she and Sonia had made love in a lustful manner but now she brought a deliberate slowness to her actions. Wanton embers burned brightly between them as they gazed at one anothers naked bodies. Their kisses aroused their passion as they fell onto the bed. Surrounded by silvery moonlight they tenderly caressed each others breasts and thighs.

Marisa arose and straddled Harriet’s stomach, her hands clutched Harriet’s wrists pressing them onto the mattress above her head. Leaning down she intimately kissed Harriet’s mouth, then, licking and kissing her way down over her neck, she moved her wet mouth onto Harriet’s ample right breast. She engulfed the long, dark rosebud that flowered under her warm tongue’s delicate touch. Harriet sighed. Marisa’s long wavy hair teased and tickled Harriet’s hot, sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and moaned as delicate fingertips awakened her other nipple into maturity.

Harriet broke free from Marisa’s hands and stroked the backs of her fingernails down over Marisa’s cool slender back, down towards her small, firm delectable buttocks then along her smooth thighs. She arched her neck and moaned when Marisa’s teeth pulled gently at her long, fleshy nipple. Her own hands caressed upwards towards Marisa’s own pert breasts. Breast’s that hung like two ripe apples on the bough. She gently rotated her palms on Marisa’s already excited pink nipples. Marissa arched her head and moaned loudly. She turned around on the bed and with her knees straddling Harriet’s body she delved down into Harriet’s shaven pussy. Her arms went under and around Harriet’s thighs; both hands free to explore and probe Harriet’s moist, fleshy lips; lips that, for some considerable time, had not felt the loving, slippery caress of a hot, wet tongue. Each stroke bringing a pleasurable groan and upward thrust from Harriet’s pelvis. Harriet’s clitoris engorged with desire protruded to electrify and stimulate her desire.

Harriet’s own exquisite outpouring of emotion manifested itself by clasping both hands up over Marisa’s back and she lifted herself up to tongue Marisa’s clitoris into full bloom.

For a while they stayed locked in this position each woman hungrily devouring the other; each savoring the delights of Lesbos, until they sensed the others approaching orgasm. Both manipulating their tongues in an intense effort to bring the other to orgasm.

They came simultaneously, crying out in the glow of their passion. As their climax waned they lay side by side panting in each others arms. Their labored breathing fanning flushed faces.

They kissed as lovers kiss, deep and long, tongues entwined, tasting the nectar of each others love.

Harriet spoke first. “Oh, that was beautiful, Marisa.” She leaned forward and kissed her new lover.

Marisa responded by returning her kiss with an intensity of feeling that touched Harriet’s heartstrings. bahis siteleri She cried. Tears flowed copiously down her cheeks to mingle with her kiss.

Breaking the seal of their lips Marisa said earnestly, “Harriet what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Marisa… Nothing’s wrong at all. I’m just extremely happy and glad that you’ve brought warmth to my bed.”

“I’ll keep us warm forever, Harriet.”

They showered and slept till late morning.

**********

During the day Harriet used a public phone so the call wouldn’t be traced back to her. She phoned the Police Commissioner concerning Carlos. Two days later he was arrested for possession and dealing in illegal substances. Three weeks later he was tried and convicted, receiving a two to four year prison term.

This was a blissful time for the two lovers. Their minds, emotions and bodies entwined. Joy adorned their faces for the world to see.

At home, Marisa studied intensely for eight hours each day, five days a week. Her paid female tutor was impressed with her ability to grasp subjects quickly and to ask probing questions.

At the weekend the two lovers would spend hours together attuning their bodies to a sexual pitch that culminated in earth shattering climaxes. Once they became familiar with each others bodies they enjoyed making love in the surrounding grounds of the house. This sexual enjoyment progressed further as they made love in public places; anywhere there was a certain amount of risk to being caught.

Their love games became intense journeys into erotic stimulation. Each partner tempting the other into more outrageous situations.

Harriet didn’t appear to care too much that if she’d been recognized then her position as a lawyer could so easily have become compromised.

An onlooker may have recalled what Shakespeare wrote in ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream:’

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

In their minds, a cloak of intimacy was thrown over them; concealing them from the eyes of an inquisitive world.

**********

Nine months later Harriet broached the subject of Marisa having her face remodeled so that when Carlos was eventually released from prison if ever he saw her he wouldn’t immediately recognize her.

“Harriet, you forget I know you. I know how your mind works. What you really want is for me to look like Sonia. But I can live with that. You have given me so much and if it pleases you to see me as Sonia then yes, I’ll do it. But remember, my name is Marisa and I’ll always be Marisa no matter who I may resemble.”

The surgeon at the clinic was more than pleased with the results of his work once the residual bandages were removed some weeks after the operation.

Her nose instead of being broad and straight was now smaller and angular when viewed in profile, her lips thicker, more fuller.

She looked exactly like her dead sister.

“My dear,” said the consultant surgeon as he said goodbye, “you were beautiful when you arrived but you are more glamorous with your departure. It pains me to see you go,” flirtatiously kissing the back of her hand.

“Doctor, you say the most romantic things. But do you truly mean them or are they simply additional tools of your trade?” asked Marisa, perceptively.

That evening when Harriet walked into the lounge, Marisa had dressed for the occasion. She wore some of Sonia’s old clothes that she’d managed to keep hidden from Harriet.

Her coiffed hair gave her added height, while tiny strands of coiled hair hung down beside her delicate ears. The sheer white satin blouse accentuated her bare breasts and was tucked inside a pink mini skirt that clung sensuously to her black silk pantyhose. Long leather boots swept up from the floor, molded to each thigh.

“Good evening Harriet,” said Marisa, hands on hips, standing beside the open log fireplace. The room’s only illumination came from the flickering flames as they back-lit her figure. Shadows danced over her breasts. As she breathed deeply her aroused nipples acknowledged her feelings.

“You look… stunning,” gasped an admiring Harriet, “I’m not sure what I expected but now… Well, I’m lost for words. Except to say, Marisa, I love you.”

“Harriet, I love you too.”

**********

Eighteen months later Marisa passed her exams with distinction and became Harriet’s full time legal secretary.

They immediately become involved in a criminal case that involved a great deal of media attention. Harriet hated this close scrutiny but endeavored to maintain her poise amidst the barrage of questions aimed at her. The questions became more personal as the interviews progressed throughout the trial period and she was aware that her relationship with Marisa could be exposed at any time should the media delve too deep.

One evening, when out dining with Marisa, a photographer caught them emerging from the restaurant and their picture made the following day’s tabloid papers.

In Baltimore Penitentiary, Robert Edwards sat on his bunk eating an apple and reading the newspaper. As he turned the page Harriet’s picture leaped out from the jungle of text. His heart raced when he saw the face of the person beside her. He could not believe it. It was Sonia. And yet…

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