The Love Bug Ch. 04

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Bully

Jeremy didn’t get home until after dinner — he’d called to tell Mom and Dad he had a “study date” and would grab some McD’s on the way home. As soon as he walked through the door, I ran over to him and we both said “We have to talk.”

His hair looked a little wet; had it been raining?

I led him up to my room and I said “I have two things, so I should go first.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a little laugh.

I told him to sit on the bed. Then I locked the bedroom door, stripped off every bit of clothing, and sat down right next to him. “Well?”

“Not if you were the last girl on earth, and not my sister. Nothing personal.”

“I feel the same way, also nothing personal.” I was still naked, because it just didn’t seem to matter.

“It’s not as if I’m not objectively aware that you’re hot.”

“Likewise, even if you are a nerd.”

“It’s like we burned it out last night. And you were right, there’s definitely illegal bahis something fucking weird going on.”

“What was your thing?” I asked.

“I’m going to Hell.”

“Come again?”

“I fucked Jill Edwards.”

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? She’s your wet dream, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, but I knew she might catch this whatever-thing from me. I wasn’t there half an hour before she became… well, you know.”

“Believe me, I know.”

“And afterward I was thinking, is this any different from slipping something in her Coke? It’s not as if she would have fucked me last week.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that.”

“Well, it’s not as if you did it on purpose. Or that you could have walked away if you’d wanted to, right?”

“I guess.” He seemed unconvinced that he hadn’t done anything wrong, and to be honest I wasn’t 100% sure either. This was new territory.

“So casino siteleri what’s your other thing?”

“Well,” I said, “Gregory Pauson and I got off the bus together after school, and we got to talking, and… well, we ended up right here fucking for over an hour.”

“Eww,” Jeremy said, jumping up. “I hope you cleaned the sheets afterward.”

I laughed and told him he was an asshole. “Seriously, though,” I said, “should we be telling somebody about this?”

“Tell them what? It sounds insane, and we’d have to lead with you and me fucking. How would that look?”

“I guess you’re right,” I said.

“Okay,” Jeremy said, “what do we know? You seem to be able to catch it, this urge, in fifteen or twenty minutes.”

“And you can get it from somebody of your own sex, like me from Naomi.”

“But that didn’t affect you the same way. You didn’t jump each other’s bones. Unless there’s a really hot part poker siteleri of the story you forgot to tell me.”

I called him an asshole again.

“So you catch it, or whatever, but the atavistic behavior doesn’t kick in until you’re alone with somebody of the opposite sex.”

“Say that in English, not in nerd.”

“You turn into a sex animal.”

“I think I like the ‘nerd’ version better.”

“And oh,” he said, “you don’t seem to be able to catch it in crowds. Jill and I didn’t go nuts during the school day, and nobody else did that I noticed. Not until it was the two of us together. Same as you and Gregory: nobody was fucking on the school bus, right?”

“I’d have noticed.”

“And nobody has any desire to repeat it with the same person?”

I made a show of rubbing my left breast, in what I really thought was a provocative manner, and he didn’t show the slightest interest. “Apparently not.”

“And that’s all we know?”

“That’s all we know,” I agreed.

Though I didn’t mention that this afternoon with Gregory, the same as last night with him, I’d lied about not having any condoms because for some reason I couldn’t stand the thought of using one.

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The Last Resort

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Ass

“Nude Day? Would you please explain to me — one more time — just what the hell it is you’re talking about?” Victor said to his wife in a tone that suggested he was less than impressed with the idea.

Lillian Nordstrom looked at her husband and restrained herself from saying exactly what it was she was thinking. The former Lillian Virenius adored her husband – most of the time. Not right this moment, not at all. Times like this she wished that she could strike him over the head with a 2X4.

“It’s a family tradition that goes back generations in my family, darling,” she told him in a saccharine-sweet tone. “When the weather turned nice, all of us — the entire family, including aunts, uncles and cousins — would head to a resort for a three-day weekend where we would take in the beauty of nature by being one with nature.”

“Nude?”

“Yes.”

“Everyone?”

“Yes.”

“I hate the idea,” Victor complained. Lillian knew that she had an uphill battle ahead of her. Despite both of them being of Swedish descent, Lillian had grown up there and only been in the US since marrying her husband. Victor’s family had moved there before his birth and he could be terribly provincial. In every other way, he was a wonderful man and gentle, loving and giving. However, when it came to their viewpoints on sex, the married couple parted ways drastically. Lillian believed that whatever went on between consenting adults was their business and her husband could be fairly provincial. In many ways, it was odd that they had even met and married, but fate moves in mysterious ways. Victor’s first wife had been a family friend and shortly after they divorced, Victor took his children to Sweden to see their grandparents and show that there were no ill feelings. Lillian and her daughter had been visiting as well and when the blonde, model-perfect Lillian set eyes on the intense, brooding Victor, she fell — and fell hard. She had never before met her friend’s ex and when Birgit gave her the “all clear”, Lillian went off in hot pursuit. She had less than three weeks to convince the recently-divorced Victor that a second ride on the marriage-go-round might be for him. After spending a few nights in bed with the alluring blonde, Victor was convinced. Lillian became his wife less than six months later and she decided that she would try to mold him into the kind of man she thought she needed and the kind that she deserved. She had not been wholly successful.

“I think mom has a great idea, daddy,” Gina said, hugging her father from behind. Lillian had never had any problems with Victor’s two kids, they had accepted her as their stepmother / mother right from the outset. In Gina’s case, the fact that there was only ten years between them had sweetened the deal. They were much alike and even wore the others’ clothes. When Gina divorced her louse of a husband 3 years prior, Lillian had insisted she return home until she got “settled” again. Victor hadn’t put up a fuss, as his import / export business provided them all with a huge home. Even after 3 years, Gina had yet to move out and Lillian didn’t want her going anywhere. The 37-year old blonde loved having Gina around, it gave her someone she could share a cup of coffee with or whatever else the two blondes might cook up together. People often commented to Victor that his wife and daughter looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. He rarely corrected them. Lillian and Gina were often joined at the hip and after all the grief her mother had put her through, why shouldn’t Victor be happy that his daughter adored his wife?

It wasn’t only his daughter — his son also hung on Lillian’s every word, although Victor suspected that Barry had a small and insignificant crush on his beautiful blonde bride. He didn’t mind and it was only natural, because Lillian was tall, leggy and blonde and resembled a model right out of the pages of Playboy. Barry was a good kid, but he was still a young man with a growing libido. Like Gina, Barry doted on his stepmom, although neither referred to her by that term. She was “mom” to both of them, even to Gina who was close to a contemporary.

Rachel came running down the stairs as she usually did, a mile a minute. “I heard all of you upstairs, what’s all the commotion?” She asked, her brother a few steps behind her. Lillian’s daughter and her 3-months older brother often acted like young marrieds and were usually found in each other’s company. Victor always thanked his lucky stars that his wife’s only child got along so well with the rest of her new family. The brunette Rachel was the only one of them that looked like an outsider, she was the only-non blonde. Her father had been an Italian count — supposedly — and Rachel was dark and sensual in a household full of blondes. “Is mommy trying to get daddy to take up golf again?” She teased, knowing how much her father hated the sport her mom thrived on.

“Worse than that sissy,” Gina giggled. “She wants him to join us on türkçe bahis …”

Rachel spun around on her heels. “Oh, come on mother!” She groaned. “I told you that daddy would never, ever, not in a million years join us for Nude Day,” she stated. “He’s simply too much of a … sorry, daddy … fuddy-duddy-daddy!”

Lillian smiled at Gina who smiled at her siblings. They all knew that Victor had an ego the size of the Rock of Gibraltar and didn’t like to be pigeonholed. “Okay, okay, I get the point!” He groused. “I’m outvoted, if you all want to parade around here for a few days in nothing but your birthday suits, I will play along.”

“Oh, not here love, what would be the fun in that?” Lillian turned on her charms. “Gina found a lovely place right outside of Toronto that will be perfect for us, it has all of the amenities. We’re going to drive up there Thursday night and come back Monday morning. The costs are quite reasonable and Gina …”

Gina cut Lillian off. “I’m paying for everyone daddy, I’m using dunderhead’s back alimony payments to give us all a holiday. Call it my way of thanking all of you for putting up with me these past 3 years.”

Victor threw up his hands in defeat and went to read his newspaper. He didn’t see Gina give her mom a peck on the lips and missed the conspiratorial look that went on between Rachel and Barry. Had he known what was really going on, he might not have made the trip … and missed the best weekend of his life.

They had a beautiful day for their drive to the Lincoln Family Resort, sunshine and clear skies all the way. Victor joked that he had never seen his wife pack so little in all the time he had known her, indeed, all of them had packed less than a suitcase. “Sorry daddy, mom won’t be wearing any sexy lingerie for you this weekend,” Gina teased her father. Victor rolled his eyes because there were times that it made him slightly uncomfortable that his oldest child knew so much about his sex life with Lillian. He knew that women talked to each other about this kind of thing, but should a daughter really know that kind of thing?

Adam Lincoln was as blonde as Victor’s family, he almost looked like he could be Lillian’s older brother. Born in Finland, he had moved to Canada nearly 25 years ago after meeting and marrying Grace, his Korean-born bride. They had 3 children, all of whom were stunning specimens. Victor noticed Barry eying Michelle, the youngest of the Lincoln daughters, a tall, exotic blonde with beautiful Asian features. Victor thought it might have been the first time in a while his son had noticed someone other than Lillian.

He would have been wrong about that.

Everyone was so cavalier about being naked that Victor himself managed to relax and adapt. The resort itself was magnificent, with a pool, tennis courts, beautiful scenery everywhere and about 20 families in attendance. A few people wore clothes — “Nudity is not mandatory” Grace Lincoln explained as she took them all on the tour. “We just believe it’s nice to become one with nature every so often and let your body and your soul have a breather.”

Lillian and the children all smiled and talked, with Barry barely letting Michelle out of his sight. After dinner, everyone was free to do his or her own thing, Grace explained. “We do provide aprons for coverage,” she teased. “Food can leave some nasty burns in unwanted places.”

The dinner was fabulous just as everything else had been so far. A fancy barbecue with lots of salad, good wine, fresh fruit and home-baked desserts, courtesy of “My wife, the domestic goddess”, Adam joked. The adult stayed and talked while their offspring were free to do whatever they wanted. Victor hadn’t seen his kids or his wife so joyous in years. Lillian was the kind of wife that men envied. How a 52-year old man had snagged such a beauty mystified Victor at times. She wasn’t even 37 and looked even younger. He knew that Lillian worked hard to maintain her looks and had a “secret regimen” she never discussed. He didn’t need to know, as long as she looked and acted so young, great! He would have been a fool to doubt its effectiveness, the results were in his bed every night.

Lillian and Grace had really hit it off and were discussing the virtues of Jimmy Choo over Louis Vutton, of all things. Gina had gone off to do her own thing and Rachel had gone for a swim. Victor thought he should probably move the rest of their meagre luggage into their room and thought to ask Barry for assistance. His son was nowhere to be found in the dining hall, so Victor went looking for him.

He found him.

What Victor also found when he went looking for his son stopped him dead in his tracks. He was struck silent at what he saw. His son was on his back on a deck chair with pretty, young Michelle astride his waist, Barry’s cock buried deep inside of her. The look of sheer bliss on her face made it clear to any observer — and they were out in the open, where they iddaa siteleri could easily be observed — that she loved fucking the handsome, muscular young man. She also seemed to be giving as good as she got. Yet, that was not all that Victor was seeing and the additional view almost brought the handsome father to the ground in shock.

Riding her brother’s licking tongue was Rachel and there was no mistaking that this could not possibly have been their first time. The encouraging words that spewed from Rachel’s lips were not those a novice might use. She also seemed to be in perfect syncopation to her brother and she also was handling Michelle’s body with practiced hands. Victor wondered just what kind of lunacy he had uncovered.

Before he could say anything that would have caused the trio to stop or alert them to his presence, gentle arms encircled his waist. He supposed that Lillian must have noticed his absence and come looking for him. Was she aware of what was going on between the children? Did she know about their illicit affair. Before he could ask his wife, a hand covered his mouth to keep him from speaking. It was then that he noticed a large emerald on the hand’s ring finger — an emerald that had been a gift to Gina from her grandmother on her wedding day. Victor spun around in further shock and saw Gina and her mom standing arm in arm behind him.

“And now you know,” Lillian spoke softly.

“Know? What the hell Lillian, I don’t know anything!” Victor almost shouted before his daughter was able to reach him and calm him down.

“Yes daddy, you do,” Gina said gently. “Just do the math.”

“Math?”

“Add things up sweetheart, you’ll figure it out,” Lillian said as she sat down on a chair with Gina joining her there.

“Or think of it like a jigsaw puzzle daddy, fill in the missing pieces,” Gina suggested.

Victor sat down beside his girls, crossing his legs so that they couldn’t see his — stuff. “Okay, well it is obvious that Barry isn’t quite as inexperienced with girls as I thought he was,” Victor said.

“Right,” Gina smiled.

“I’m stunned to see that he’s fucking his stepsister …”

“He’s making love to his sister, darling, we’ve never used the step words in our family,” Lillian said to him. He nodded and tried to make sense of it all. “It was not their first time and I also saw that Rachel is apparently bi-sexual.”

“We all are, daddy,” Gina spoke and that filled in another piece of the puzzle for Victor. He looked at his wife and daughter as his brain fitted the pieces together.

“All of you? Are you saying …?”

“Yes Victor, she is,” Lillian said. “I’ve had sex with Gina, she was the first, followed by Barry and finally, my Rachel.”

“But …”

“Those were what our family Nude Days were all about,” Lillian explained. “We got together as a family and made love as a family. We also usually invited those old enough to participate. When I married you, I saw no reason to stop those activities, but our kids weren’t old enough. As they grew older, I explained and to a one, they wanted those experiences. This year, Rachel insisted that we allow her daddy to join us. I’m glad, since I’ve never really been comfortable with keeping all of this from you. Brigit wanted to tell you as well, but she could never figure out how.”

“Brigit?” “My mom?” Victor and Gina said in unison. “What does she have to do with this?” Victor asked at last.

“Well, we’ve never told you before now, but Brigit and I aren’t just friends, we’re actually sisters,” Lillian said, looking as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Sisters and cousins — same father, different moms — who are sisters.”

“Wow mommy, you never even told me that,” Gina said, her blue eyes wide open.

“I felt as if I didn’t have that right baby, but Brigit gave me her consent,” Lillian continued. “So you see, you’ve always been making love to family, whether you knew it or not.”

“I still feel as if I’m missing things,” Victor said, his head feeling as if it might explode. “You and Gina …?”

“”Me and Gina, Gina and Rachel, Gina and Barry, every one of us has had sex together, you’re the only one who was left out,” Lillian told her husband. “Until now — if you want. We all want you in on this, Barry says we’re wearing him out,” she laughed. Her face took on a serious look. “It isn’t fair to you, although I know this may be a lot for you to take in. I know it isn’t your style, to think out of the box.”

Victor nodded and Gina noticed her daddy had his “thinking face” on. “It is a lot, but I do have to say this. Any time I’ve allowed myself to go outside of my `comfort zone’, things have gone my way. I married a beautiful woman much younger than myself and that turned out well. I share 3 children with her and we’re a perfect, blended family. Maybe I need to push the envelope every so often and just go with it. Okay Lillian — Gina — if this is what deneme bonusu veren siteler all of you want, I’ll try to go along with it. Just be gentle with me …” he laughed “… I have absolutely NO clue as to what to do next!”

As if to answer his statement, Gina scooted out of her chair and went over to Victor. She took his cock in her hand and her blue eyes seemed to be dancing. “I can show you what to do next, daddy,” she purred. “I’ll be patient — well, up to a point!” She chuckled.

“Hold on, having sex with my family is one thing, but in view of everyone …

“Oh right, I knew we left something out,” Lillian laughed. “The Lincoln Family Resort is for families that openly practice family love — incest,” Lillian said to her astonished husband. “It isn’t anything they haven’t seen before — in fact, Grace told me once we got done with you, she wants a turn!”

Victor couldn’t quite grasp that concept, but he didn’t really have time. His mind had temporarily gone blank due to the fact his sexy, petite blonde daughter was now engaged in giving him a blowjob. Sensing that they had to keep him off guard, Lillian ran behind Gina and moved underneath her. For the first time, Victor witnessed his wife and daughter engaging in what had been common practice for them for several years — incestuous lesbian sex. Victor knew that morality said he shouldn’t condone this. He shouldn’t find this sexy. All of that seemed wrong to him now. It was right for them and they were both consenting adults. Sexy — hell yes, it sure was! He could hear the noisy sounds of Lillian eating Gina while she, in turn, slurped at her daddy’s cock. His load shot up and sassy, adorable Gina took all of it, then shared it with her perverted mommy.

“Not as awful as you thought, right daddy?” Gina smiled. Victor knew whatever he said at that moment would make him sound like a gibbering idiot, so he just shook his head. His daughter and his wife then embraced and began kissing and fondling. For the first time in several years, the 50+ years daddy felt his cock stiffen soon after cumming. They smiled as they noticed his libido surging yet again. Laughing like schoolgirls, the two blondes pushed him on his back. “Me first, Daddy!” Gina insisted. “I’ve wanted this since I turned 18! Mommy’s had you all to herself, now she has to share!”

“I don’t mind, kitten,” Lillian laughed. “Fuck his brains out, you evil little slut!”

“Oh yes, I am!” Gina sighed happily. “Finally your slut, yours and daddy’s!” The tiny blonde slid her lissome young body down upon her father’s body while her beloved “mommy” rode his face. With years of practice, eating pussy was something Victor did very well. From his vantage point, he was able to see his girls embrace and play together. Yeah, oh fuck yeah, wrong or not, it was sexy as anything he had ever seen! It also felt wonderful, the way his sexy baby girl fucked — made love — to him was so much different than Lillian. She bounced and whirled about and was much more vocal than Lillian. His baby girl was only the fourth woman in his life to feel his cock and if what Lillian had indicated was true, that number was to rise exponentially.

“FUCK!, Daddy, shame on mommy for hogging you for all these years, you have a great prick!” Gina said as she arched and thrusted herself against her daddy while Lillian aided the procedure.

Victor couldn’t resist asking, despite the little voice saying he shouldn’t. “Better than …?”

“Oh fuck yeah daddy, he had the equipment, but he didn’t know how to use it like my daddy,” Gina gushed happily. She had wanted Lillian to help train her ex, but Lillian had said that the family sharing was one thing, but an “outsider” was another. Until Victor was a part of things, she couldn’t justify having him in their bed. Gina had agreed and was now pleased with her decision. Her ex didn’t deserve to be a part of something this wonderful, selfish dickwad that he was. Her lawyer was working on bleeding him dry and as a reward, Gina had made flirtatious overtures in the lawyer’s direction. Once everything was settled, the lawyer was going to feel Gina and Lillian unleashed, full throttle. Perhaps she should invite daddy — the lawyer was a tall, leggy redhead with dynamite tits!

From the past few years of working together, the two women knew each other’s moves. They switched places so that Gina could have her perfectly-trimmed pussy eaten by mommy and daddy could fuck her. Victor took his wife from behind and Gina got to see mommy fucked — by her daddy – for the very first time. Everyone at that point was enjoying the new experience and Victor couldn’t believe the intensity had not made him cum a second time. Was he subconsciously holding back in order to satisfy the two demanding blondes?

He wasn’t a stallion though, not by any means. They worked him to the point where he had to cum again and shared him — again. Then he heard applause and wasn’t surprised to look up and see his son, Michelle Franklin and Rachel watching their final moments together.

“I get him next!” The two younger women said in unison and then frowned, although giggling at the same time. Barry had the courtesy to throw a few towels to the temporarily out-of-commission trio.

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Erin stood under the overhang, mentally kicking herself for the late night craving. She’d been certain she could jog to the store and back fast enough to beat the storm headed her way, but now she was stuck, the rain pouring in buckets, waiting for enough of a break to make it back home without catching her death. What was worse, the store had closed, so she couldn’t wait inside, and she was starting to feel chilled just being outside, despite remaining mostly dry.

And they’d even been out of the frozen yogurt she’d made the trip to get.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this miserable. Or this irritated with herself. A late night craving was not worth this suffering, and she vowed she’d never venture out under these conditions again. Unless there was no rain in the forecast for days, she would stay home and deal with her yearnings.

She heard a click behind her and jumped as the door to the small grocery store opened and Luke, the closing clerk, leaned his handsome head out. “Hey, I’m here for a while. Come wait inside, where it’s at least warm.”

Erin hesitated. She didn’t want to be a burden, and she didn’t really know Luke. Of course, she made late night trips to the store all the time, and they chatted most of the time, since there were rarely any other customers in line. And the idea of being completely alone with him made her nervous. If she was honest with herself, Luke and her insane crush on him were half the reason for her frequent nighttime jogs to the store.

She was much too old for a crush, though, so she refused to admit that to herself. With a smile of gratitude, she nodded and stepped inside, thankful for his courtesy. “You really don’t have to stay on my account.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please. I have to restock the shelves and count the till. I’ll be here another hour or two. You have nothing to worry about. I’m happy to help.” He hesitated and blushed slightly. “And if it’s still raining then, I can give you a ride home.”

“That’s sweet of you,” she told him, suddenly shy.

He shrugged, ducking back behind the counter. “It’s the least I can do. And I’m sorry we didn’t have your frozen yogurt. I’ll make sure it comes in on the next truck.”

Erin watched him with admiration. He was definitely a country boy, and he fit in well with the area. She knew he only worked here to help his mother support his younger siblings. He spent his days hard at work on the farm, and it showed in the way his arms stretched the sleeves of his uniform shirt and his pants tugged across his thighs and his tight ass. His skin was sunkissed, and his light brown hair had streaks of white bleached from his work outside. Even his blue eyes seemed almost transparent, as though washed out by the daylight.

If she stood here staring, though, she’d give herself away. She turned to glance outside, but the gale force winds continued to blow streams of water across the parking lot, and she sighed. She didn’t like just waiting around, doing nothing. “Maybe I could help you. I don’t mind stocking the shelves.”

He gave her a quizzical look, seeming to think it through, but then he smiled. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” she told him, relieved that she wouldn’t be stuck here, watching him and wondering how delightfully rough his hands would be on her skin.

He pointed toward the aisles, where a few boxes had been set here and there. “I already put the items in front of their slots. It should be pretty easy, and I’ll be done here in about fifteen minutes, so I can come help.”

It was mindless work, and Erin appreciated that, since it meant she didn’t have to focus too hard. Normally, she’d be curling up to watch some television and fall asleep by now, so her brain was sluggish. The fact that literally every time she glanced at Luke, he averted his gaze, having very obviously been watching her, didn’t help her concentration, either. She wondered if he was worried she’d do something wrong. Then, she thought maybe he was interested. She blew that idea off, though. After all, he’d never seen her in anything illegal bahis but yoga pants and a tank top. How could he find that appealing?

“You work pretty fast.” Erin jumped. She hadn’t noticed Luke walk away from the cash register, and he was right beside her. He stood so close she could smell him, the scent of fresh hay and earth and everything she loved about the outdoors.

Fumbling for something to say, she muttered, “I try to be efficient.”

He gave her a heartbreaking smile that made her stomach churn. She suddenly wished she had on a little makeup and had combed her blond hair rather than knotting it up on the top of her head. “You succeed,” he told her. His grin faltered slightly, and he added in a quieter voice, “You also succeed at looking gorgeous, every time you come in here.”

Erin’s heart literally stopped for the count of three as she wondered if she’d completely lost her mind. She couldn’t have heard him right. But then, as she took in the vulnerability in those honey brown eyes and the way his chest rose and fell heavily with either nerves or excitement, she knew Luke had actually said those words, and her pulse sped out of control. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. What else could she say?

He took a step toward her, and she held her breath, wanting desperately to reach out and put a hand on his cheek, or his chest, or one of those beautiful biceps. Luckily, she held two cans of Chef Boyardee to keep her from making a stupid move. She couldn’t exactly touch intimate parts of his body with a tin can.

But Luke took her by surprise again, taking the cans from her and setting them on the shelf. He took another step forward, entering her personal bubble, and the wild scent of the outdoors on him had her reeling. She grabbed onto the shelf to steady herself, her knees a bit wobbly. “You know, I try to be a gentleman,” he said, his voice low and a bit hoarse. “You come in here, almost every night I work, and you look amazing. You’re funny and you’re kind. You have a laugh that goes straight to a man’s soul. And all I want to do when you come in is throw you down on the floor and bury myself so deep inside you I lose sight of where I end and you begin.”

Erin felt like someone was strangling her. Gone was the sweet, shy guy she was used to. Before her stood a man who stared at her with intensity and desire, and who said things that made her body flush from head to toe. And suddenly, she had to fist her hands to keep them to herself. He hadn’t issued an invitation, not yet.

But he continued, “I never say anything because there’s always a chance someone will come in here while I’m trying to tell you how bad I want you. And I knew if I got interrupted, I’d never finish. But watching you tonight, and knowing we’re alone, I can’t help it. And I’m just wondering if you keep coming back because you really have all these late night cravings, or if there’s another reason.”

Erin didn’t know if she could respond. She fought to find her voice, meeting those incredible eyes of his, and she managed to whisper, “There’s another reason.”

Luke swallowed visibly. “And what reason is that?” This time, he sounded strained.

She could have answered, but her body buzzed, and she didn’t want to hold back anymore. If he wanted to know, she would show him. Pushing up on her toes and throwing her arms around his neck, she launched herself at him and captured his lips.

She wasn’t one to make the first move, but she’d waited so long to taste him, and she wasn’t disappointed. He caught her, wrapping her tight in his embrace as he stumbled back a step, and he opened to her, both of them delving into the kiss with fervor.

His hands splayed over her back, pressing her body into him, and then he slid his fingers into her hair, pulling it out of its messy knot and letting it flow through his fingers as he tilted her head to get better access to her mouth. She complied, gasping as she arched into him and felt the press of his erection against her lower stomach. It did things to her, making her casino siteleri insides clench and moisture pour between her thighs.

When he started moving forward, Erin stumbled over her feet, trying to step backward and stay with him, lips locked. But she failed and nearly tripped and fell, only Luke’s capable hands keeping her on her feet. He bent slightly, running his hands down to the backs of her thighs, and he lifted her, so she could wrap her legs around his waist, and he carried her. It was an erotic sensation, being carried like that, especially with his cock long and hard pressing against her core. It made her throb and long for more direct contact, and she wondered how far this could possibly go.

He settled her on the checkout counter, sitting on the edge, and he didn’t break the kiss even as his hands found their way under her shirt and his thumbs caressed her nipples, making them rock hard. She arched into his touch, letting her hands roam down around the waist of his pants and wanting to go further but not sure if that would be too much. But then his hands slid down her stomach, his fingers dipping just barely into her pants, and she moaned as he brushed just above that sensitive set of nerves that was swollen and aching.

“Please don’t say no,” he muttered against her lips, the vibration of his words taunting her and heightening her arousal.

It took her a moment to get her wits about her enough to respond. “Yes. The answer is yes.”

Luke grunted, and his hand slid lower, caressing her wet slit before he settled on her clit and rolled it in a circular motion that drove her wild. She threw her head back, and his teeth scraped over her neck as he kissed and nipped at her. She was still fully clothed and about to come already. As if reading her mind, Luke leaned her back and yanked her pants and panties down her legs, licking his lips as he gazed down at her. The expression on his face made her flush, but not with embarrassment. No one had ever looked at her with so much desire, his pupils blasting away the color of his eyes and his face so tight with need it looked painful.

Wanting to even the playing field, Erin reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging until he stepped back and helped her pull it over his head. The rippling muscles beneath made her throat ache and her fingertips itch, and she couldn’t help tracing the defining lines around those muscles. He shivered, goosebumps appearing on his tanned skin, and she couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and draw one of his nipples into her mouth. He hissed in a breath, which gave her a feeling of power and had her licking a line to the other, giving it a firm nip before she pulled back.

She gazed up at Luke with longing, and he looked tormented as he reached for his fly and released his cock. It sprang from the prison and stood tall and thick, and she reverently curled her hand around him to caress up and down his shaft. His eyes closed, and his head fell back as she stroked him, applying just a little pressure. The skin was smooth as silk, the erection rock hard, and she could have worshiped him all day, but he eventually batted her hand away.

He stepped back into her space, between her legs, and she spread them wider, inviting him in as his head glided along her drenched slit. He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her with more urgency than before, gentle but insistent, and she welcomed it, waiting for him to give her what she really wanted.

She quivered as he pressed into her, barely penetrating, and she knew she cried out, but he swallowed the sound, rocking back and thrusting deeper. Erin gasped, her whole body shuddering and on the edge of an explosion, but she wasn’t about to let go just yet, not until Luke was buried to the hilt inside her. She wanted every inch of him, filling her.

And he didn’t disappoint. Inch by inch, he pushed forward and stretched her with his girth, and the mingling of their heavy breathing and kissing with the sound of bodies coming together filled her ears. Her heart beat outrageously, and as she wrapped poker siteleri her legs around his waist to urge him deeper, and he shoved himself in until he bottomed out. It took her over the edge, and Erin screamed with the release as it shot through her veins like a flood of hot lava, racking her with convulsions.

Luke made a strangled noise, and as she started to recover, she could see the strain on his face as he started to thrust with a frantic rhythm and tried to hold back. But Erin couldn’t stop the way her pussy squeezed and gripped at him, her orgasm lasting longer than she thought possible as she reached for his arms and dug her nails into them. She felt like she needed to hang on for dear life or she would float away on her cloud of bliss.

But he moved faster and with greater intensity, and she knew he was going to find his own satisfaction soon. She wanted to feel it, wanted to feel the spasms course through his body as he filled her, and she arched back, letting him find an angle that ripped another release from her and had her writhing with the pleasure of it.

He pounded into her, his face a mask of need, and when he erupted, he roared, pressing deep into her and digging his fingers into her hips, holding her steady as he finished. It heightened her own ecstasy, and she was nearly blinded by it. She hung on to him, loathe to let him move away as his head fell to her shoulder and his chest heaved against hers. She wanted the warmth, the comfort, and she liked the way he felt inside her, even spent.

But at length, their breathing settled, and Luke turned his head, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, just below her ear. Erin gulped, nervous as he lifted his head to look at her, wondering what he would say now. After all, they’d just had sex in the store, with the rain pounding outside, on the counter, which would have to be cleaned before anyone could put food on it. What did he think of her for this?

His smile said it all, and his dancing eyes made her heart skip a beat as he moved away. “Wow,” was all he said, his voice gruff and a bit weak.

With a shy grin and a soft giggle, Erin stood and started straightening her clothes, finding her yoga pants and panties on the floor a few feet away. “That’s one word for it.”

There was a short, awkward silence, and she feared the worst, but Luke broke it with casual conversation. “So, if you give me about fifteen minutes, I can get all of this finished,” he told her, waving his hand in a general circle to signify the stocking. “Then, I can drive you home.”

Her hopes fell. She’d stupidly let herself think that they might have something, but really, what kind of guy would want to start a relationship with a woman like her? “Sure, that would be fine. I’ll help you finish.” After all, that was the least she could do.

“I was thinking that you might like to come out to the farmhouse tomorrow and have coffee and breakfast with me,” he said, his voice a bit muffled as he spoke from the next aisle.

It made Erin stop and blink, confused. He’d just acted like nothing happened, and now he was inviting her back to his place tomorrow? What exactly did he want? “Sure, that would be nice.”

She focused on emptying the last box on her aisle onto the shelf and didn’t notice Luke behind her until his hands landed on her shoulders. She bit her lip but didn’t turn around. “I was hoping maybe we could swing by your place, and you could grab an overnight bag, then come back with me.”

She turned and stared at him in disbelief. “Really?”

The boyish grin returned, shy and crooked. “I like you, Erin, and I want to get to know you better.” His hands slid down her arms and circled her waist. “And I’d like to get to know your body better, too. It’s amazing, and this was incredible.”

She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze and trying not to smile too broadly. She’d dreamed about moments like this, surrounded by his scent and warm in his embrace, but she’d never imagined he might reciprocate her desires. “You know my nightly craving isn’t for frozen yogurt, Luke. It’s for you.”

He grunted, looking self satisfied. “Well, I’d be more than happy to work with you to feed that addiction.”

She nodded. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s get out of here. I’ll grab a change of clothes, and we can head to your place.”

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Big Tits

This story has been ‘buzzing’ around in my head for a while and I need to get some of it down before I lose it.

Self isolation provided a convenient opportunity.

Stay safe and distant.

LB

Chapter 1

‘In 400 yards, at the roundabout, take the second exit. Your destination is on the right.’

Alex Jackson slapped the steering wheel in frustration.

“That can’t be right, this is the North York Moors, there isn’t a roundabout for 50 miles. That’s the third time in 2 miles it’s told us we’re approaching the destination … what the fuck’s the matter with this thing?”

“Alexander Charles Jackson, you know I don’t like that sort of language. Can you at least keep a civil tongue in your head.”

Alex turned and gave his companion, his mother, Rowan, an exasperated look.

“Yeah, well could you try to help by looking at the map as the SatNav seems to be playing up.”

Rowan returned his look with interest and her voice betrayed her disapproval.

“Why did you buy such a cheap car with a SatNav that doesn’t work? Can you also tell me why we are going round in circles? I’ve seen signs for Kirkbymoorside in front of us at every road sign since we left the town nearly an hour ago. We cannot be that far away from the hotel at it was only supposed to be 30 minutes from there.”

Alex sighed … it was bound to be his fault and he had been regretting that his father had asked him to pick her up from York station since she got in the car. He seemed to have drawn the short straw in the logistics of getting the family members to the wedding at a remote hotel on the moors. He would have much preferred to do what his father had done and drive the extra 150 miles to Manchester to pick up his sister from university. This was just a microcosm of recent family life as nothing he did ever satisfied her … no accolade at school, no record at sports, no well paid job and certainly no girlfriend that he brought home was ever good enough.

He still struggled to understand why the close, loving relationship between mother and son had disintegrated so quickly once he became a teenager. He could still remember the frosty reception he got when he brought his first girlfriend home when he was 16. OK, the girl in question, Mandy Ryan, had a reputation for being a bit of a bike and Rowan had gone off on one when she caught them making out, clothes askew on her brand new sofa. Alex knew that his mother was sensitive about teenage pregnancy having given birth to Alex when she was 19 herself but the diatribe she handed out was out of order. Suffice it to say that he never did do the deed with Mandy.

He often assumed that she blamed his arrival into the world for having scuppered some of her long-held ambitions of a career, travel and free time before having a family. They had never actually had the explicit conversation about the reasons for her change in attitude, but her antipathy caused him to move away from the family at the earliest opportunity once he left uni, 4 years ago. He now lived in York and he only ever saw her and his father at big family reunions which he knew was a puzzle to his dad and his sister who did not understand the schism.

They continued onwards although the surface of the road was becoming more like a track and the car lights were struggling to pierce the swirling mist. Above them the night sky was dark with very little light pollution, evidence of the sparse population living on the moors. Despite the tricky driving conditions Alex looked over at the petite blonde in the passenger seat and as had been the case every time he had seen her in the last few year, was stunned by how young she looked and seemingly getting younger day-by-day. He knew she was 44 but would easily pass for 10 years younger with a classically beautiful face … high cheekbones, a wide mouth with full lips and a straight nose and the most stunning pale blue eyes he had ever seen. He knew that the killer body of a dance instructor lay beneath the skin tight jeans and baggy sweater to complete the total MILF package. During his teenage years his friends had teased him about how she was certainly a 10 or even 11 and he had to admit, to himself, she was the archetypal hot older woman. His dad was a lucky guy … but not if she bitched at her husband like she did to her son.

‘In 400 yards, turn right. Your destination will be on the left.’

There was no turn in 400 yards.

Rowan harrumphed again and Alex lost his temper.

“You could always have gone with Dad to pick up Saskia, you didn’t have come this way and put yourself at the mercy of my cheap SatNav system.”

Her pale blue eyes flashed and her voice was harsh as she looked back at him.

“He was in Bristol on business, it was logical for him to go to Manchester rather than come back to Suffolk to pick me up. Trust me … what the fuck? That wasn’t there before …”

Rowan’s eyes had moved to look beyond him and he followed bedava bahis her gaze to the right and could see a bright light over the adjacent hill. He was quietly amused that his mother had just used the ‘F’ word having just told him off for the same crime. He decided to get his own back and looked back at her with a smirk.

“Rowan Emily Jackson, please keep a civil tongue in your … Mum … what’s the matter you look like you have seen a ghost?”

Rowan gave a short gasp and pointed over his shoulder.

“The light is moving … very fast … ”

He looked back and yes, the light did appear to be moving.

“Nah, don’t worry RAF Fylingdales is over that way somewhere, it’s probably a helicopter from there, or just the loom of the lights from the base.”

“No the light is shining down, not up … it’s coming this way … stop the car … let it pass by.”

Alex brought the car to a halt as the beam of light continued inexorably towards them but instead of passing over them, it stopped right above the car and began to grow brighter. They shut their eyes against the glare but the light was so bright it penetrated through their eyelids and even a covering hand made little impact.. Alex could hear his mother whimpering in fear beside him so reached with his free hand to squeeze hers.

“It’s OK Mum, I’m here … we’ll be OK.”

Rowan sobbed quietly but squeezed back.

“Alex … what is it? Is it a UFO … aliens …?”

“Nah, get real. They don’t exist … perhaps it’s a helicopter, they have bright lights … but I can’t hear any rotors or feel the downwash.”

“Alex, I’m scared … what is it … who is it … what do they want?”

“Mum … don’t worry … it’s just a very bright light … it can’t hurt us … anyway, I won’t let anything hurt you..”

Rowan’s grip on his hand increased.

“Thank you, darling … ooh what’s that?”

The atmosphere began to crackle with static electricity and Rowan could feel her long hair spreading like a halo around her as a pulsing sound penetrated their senses. The assault on their hearing continued as the noise changed in pitch and intensity until it became unbearable and their brains shut down causing them to slip into unconsciousness. The last thing Alex heard was the SatNav.

‘Your destination is on the right.’

Chapter 2

Alex’s alarm was buzzing and it seemed to be penetrating his skull worse than a normal morning. His body twitched in response as his consciousness returned although he was disorientated and couldn’t remember how much he had to drink the previous night to cause a hangover like this. Suddenly, realisation hit home and he came awake with a start as he began to recall snippets of the journey across the moors and then … the light! His eyes shot open and he started to take in his surroundings as much as his confused brain would permit. The buzzing died away as he became more aware but he was left with a throbbing headache at the base of his skull.

He was not in the car, that much was certain as he found himself in a large circular room with a domed ceiling with a décor that could only be described as 21st Century Lunatic Asylum … silvery grey padding covered the floor and walls and there were no hard edges to anything. The light source was diffuse and gave the impression of coming directly from the padded surface itself. It provided sufficient ambient light for him to see that he was lying on a large circular platform, covered in the same padded material, in the centre of the room. There was also enough light to see that Rowan was lying next to him, unmoving. He scrambled across the platform to check her vital signs and was gratified to see her chest rising and falling but felt the pulse on the side of her neck just to be sure.

He gently shook her.

“Mum … Mum … wake up … we … seem to be in …”

He stopped. There was little point in trying to explain where they were, even if she had been conscious, as he had no idea himself. He also had no concept how long they had been unconscious as his watch was missing and he didn’t have his phone. He got down from the platform which was at a similar height as a bed and found that the padding on the floor was resistant enough to support his weight. He walked over to the wall of the dome and ran his hands over the surface as he looked for some sort of aperture and continued his search around the room. He could find no opening at all and the seams of the material were welded where the panels joined together.

They were sealed in!

He could not fathom who had captured them … kidnapped would be a better expression and certainly not why, but maybe it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He reasoned that who ever had put them in here must be keeping them under surveillance and looked up at the dome which was about 20 feet high at the centre to search for surveillance cameras. He could see casino siteleri nothing but the uniform padded cell material but knew that cameras were made so small these days that he probably wouldn’t spot them anyway.

He decided to start talking to them to see if they would respond.

“Hi … can you let us out please … we just want to go to our family wedding … people will be looking for us … we won’t tell … fuckkkkk!”

His scream of agony was enough to rouse Rowan who had been slowly coming round and it brought her to consciousness faster than Alex had managed. She was aware of a low buzzing vibration at the back of her skull but ignored it as she scrambled off the platform to get to her son who was in obvious agony.

Alex was doubled up in pain on the floor as he tried to ease the pressure from the base of his skull by massaging his neck with both hands. Rowan was at his side quickly.

“What’s the matter, baby? Is it your neck … here let me help … fuckkkkk!”

As quickly as the pain started in Rowan’s neck it eased in Alex’s and he stared in horror as his mother was bent over in agony on the floor, grabbing at her neck with both hands. He tried to move her long blonde hair out of the way to try and help and got a jolt of pain for his troubles so gathered her into his arms and hugged her as they lay on the floor.

Rowan’s pain eased quickly once Alex had started to cuddle her and she collapsed into his embrace, still sobbing from the experience.

“Fuckkk … Alex … why … why are they doing this .. who are they … why us … and … and … I must look a fright!”

Alex could not help but giggle and held her small body tighter against his much larger frame.

“Mum … you are priceless! Only you could worry about that at this moment. We’ve been abducted … kidnapped … by who knows what or why, locked in a room without any means of escape and then subjected to physical torture and you are worried by the fact that you might be a bit dishevelled. Trust me, you’re a hot woman no matter what the state you’re in, so you’ll be a YouTube sensation in minutes.”

Rowan did not lift her head to look at him in case she got another jolt in the neck but her voice did convey humour as well as trepidation.

“Alexander Jackson … firstly, do not refer to your mother as ‘hot’ whatever the circumstances; secondly, I am clasped intimately in the arms of my son and thirdly … what makes you think this is some sort of ‘Influencer’ inspired prank.”

Alex was secretly pleased that she had not used the full ‘Alexander Charles Jackson’ epithet so knew he was on safe ground and hugged her tighter.

“Well firstly, you are ‘hot’ … and don’t be coy, you know it. Secondly … don’t sweat it, it’s closer than we have been for a long time and I for one am glad; thirdly, I have no idea … I was just trying to put this in a frame of reference that we both might understand. I have to say the technology is pretty ‘out there’ for … what did you call them … influencers … and anyway, why us? We’re not exactly celebs of any list so I’m not sure that we’ll go viral. The alternatives are beyond comprehension as to the who, what and why.”

Rowan was quiet for a moment but relished the comforting contact from her son and snuggled closer. Both of them had closed their eyes in a defence mechanism as soon as the pain had started but now felt secure enough to open them and look around at their surrounding. Alex bent his head to look at his mother cradled in his arms.

“Shall we get on the … err … bed … platform … it’s marginally more comfortable than down here ..?”

Rowan shrugged and looked back at her son with uncertainty painted across her face.

“Yeah … unless they hit us with more pain for moving … go on you go first …”

Alex’s immediate thought was she was being a selfish bitch again but she giggled as she said it and he chuckled along with her.

“Nope, but as Butch says to Sundance … ‘let’s you and me jump in that river together’ … come on.”

Alex gathered his mother’s petite frame in his arms and she squeaked in surprise as he moved quickly from the floor onto the platform … neither getting a jolt of pain. They settled back down but Rowan did not move away from her son’s arms other than to tap him on the chest. He met her amused but questioning gaze.

“Firstly, I don’t think he said ‘together’ and secondly when Sundance says ‘I can’t swim’ Butch says ‘are you crazy, the fall will probably kill you’. I’m not going to take movie references from you as a reason for doing things in the future.”

“Hey, we survived and it’s more comfortable up here ,,, but I have to say we have problems in the future unless they suddenly get a bit more guest-friendly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well at some point we will both need food and drink with the inevitable consequences of stuff going in the top end … err bahis siteleri … needs to come out lower down! I cannot see facilities for either of those actions. I’m loathe to start asking for stuff as they … umm … ‘zapped’ me quite badly when I just started asking for what seemed like reasonable things at the time … like, being released. That’s why I was on the floor when you woke up.”

Rowan’s pale blue eyes were clouded by thought before she surprised Alex by sliding up his body and kissing him on the cheek. He looked stunned as he raised his fingers to touch the spot.

“What was that about?”

“Well, I’m glad you’re OK ,,, and … err … I’m glad you are with me … or is that … I’m with you … whichever.”

Alex tried to gauge whether she was being sincere and came to the conclusion that she was but reasoned it was due to her being scared and he was the least worst option. The lay side by side on their stomachs as they surveyed their surroundings but there was only so much to see … lots of grey padding and nothing else.

When they spoke it was in whispers although they were both sure that any surveillance mechanism would hear what they were saying.

Rowan kept pulling at the thread of why, who and what.

“OK, so if it isn’t aliens, who is it? Also … why us? We’re nobodies who just happened to be there? What do they want with us?”

Alex’s imagination had been working overtime.

“Maybe we strayed into a top-secret area … you know like Area 51in Nevada … maybe we’ve been detained to stop us from revealing secrets that we … err … didn’t see!”

“OK, but why hasn’t someone been to tell us that … or charge us with … trespassing or something?”

They both lapsed into silence as neither could come up with a logical explanation for why they were there. It is possible that they both drifted off to sleep but a sharp pain in the back of Rowan’s neck caused her to scream out as she sat up, rubbing at the source of the pain.

“Jesus that hurts … what’s happening … how are they managing to do that?”

Alex crawled around behind her and lifted her long hair out of the way so he could see the top of her spine. He could detect a red inflamed patch at the base of her elegant neck in the diffuse light and gently stroked his fingers around the area, certain he could feel something solid under Rowan’s skin. As soon as he started to touch his mother’s body a low frequency buzzing commenced from the same spot on his body and rapidly increased in frequency as he got closer to the centre of the mark. It was like every tooth in his head was being drilled at the same time and all the nerve endings in his teeth exploded in pain.

He shrieked and fell backwards onto the bed with the pain vanishing as he broke contact with his mother’s body. She bent over him with concern etched on her face as her long hair fell around his head in a veil.

“Alex, sweetie, are you OK? The pain stopped as soon as you started to touch me but they then seemed to pass it on to you.”

Alex’s eyes were watering and he nodded up at her.

“Yeah, I think they’ve put implants in our necks which they’re using to punish us, Can you feel around at the base of my skull because I thought I’d found something solid under your skin before they zapped me.”

Rowan looked fearful.

“What if they zap me too for touching it?”

“Try to keep your hair around us like this and maybe they won’t be able to see what you’re doing. In fact let’s move really close like we’re … err … making out … and that should put them off the scent.”

A look of shock passed over Rowan’s face at Alex’s suggestion but after a few seconds she moved herself such that she was almost lying on top of him with her head positioned such that their faces were close together. She closed her eyes to avoid looking at him as her hair created a screen around them which, she hoped, would disguise her actions as she ran her hands slowly around to the back of his neck and gently caressed the suspect area.

“Yes, there’s something there … like the microchips we have for Brutus and Diesel but it’s deeper than the ones on the dogs and it’s bigger. What have they done … turned us into laboratory specimens or something?”

Alex couldn’t immediately fashion an answer because he was suddenly overcome with a totally inexplicable response to his mother’s physical proximity.

He was getting an erection!

The gentle caress of his neck to find the implant had been the final straw after he felt her lay on top of him. The presence of an undeniably female body had been enough for his male lizard brain to wake and this, coupled with the natural scent of her body and the warmth of the air she breathed out, completed a circuit in his brain that flashed ‘SEXY WOMAN CLOSE BY’.

In the eight or so years that he had been sexually active he’d had such experiences before, many times, with other members of the opposite sex … some almost as old as Rowan … but never with reference to his mother. On a purely intellectual level he had recognised the comments of his friends about how hot his mother was as being true but had never … NEVER … got aroused by her.

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The next morning at breakfast, Jenny was talking to her sister and, after a slight smile and a half-hearted good morning, barely paid attention to me. I sat at the other end of the table with a cup of coffee and talked to Frank and George. At one point Jenny got up to pour herself more coffee and I noticed she was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks, a baggy sweatshirt and had her hair tied in a pony tail. Her glasses made her look more like a bank clerk or old maid librarian.

When she came back to the table with her coffee, I overheard her say something that absolutely stunned me.

“Everything is set for the wedding in two weeks,” she said.

Suddenly, I blurted out, “Jenny, are you getting married?”

Jenny looked at me over the rim of her coffee mug and said, “I certainly am.”

There was a sarcastic tone in her voice and she added, “In a white wedding dress and the works.”

I was baffled by her manner and the difference between the Jenny I knew in my bed and the Jenny who was talking about getting married in two weeks. She then continued her conversation with her sister, Sarah, and I went back to listening to George and Frank plan their fishing trip for later in the day.

“Peter, we’re all going fishing later, how about it, are you in with us?” Frank asked. “We’re going with this guy who has a big fishing boat.”

“I’m not too good on the water,” I said. “I always get sea-sick, so I’m not sure. Let me think about it.” I added.

“We’ll we’re leaving in two hours, so it’s up to you.”

After breakfast, I was sitting on the back porch, looking out at the ocean. I was trying to read a book I had brought, but my mind was on Jenny and what was going on with us. How could she come into my bed and fuck like we did when she’s getting married in two weeks? How could she dress and act the way she did on the third floor and be just the opposite when she was with everyone else? How could she barely talk to me and then become this seductive horny siren? I remembered what she said about loving having a secret life. . .

While I was sitting there, Jenny and her sister, Sarah, came out, gave me a cordial hello and looked out at the ocean. I continued reading but looked up occasionally. At one point Jenny looked over at me, smiled and then went back to talking to her sister. When they turned to go back into the house, Sarah asked, “Are you going fishing with us this afternoon,”

“I don’t think so,” I responded. “I’m not in the mood to get sea sick. I’ll stay here and watch the fort.”

Jenny smiled but didn’t say anything and they both went back into the house. While I was reading, Jenny came out on the porch, handed me a small piece of paper and quickly went back into the house. I opened up the folded paper. It was a note that said, “Let’s fuck. My room—after they leave.”

I read the note, surprised at its bluntness and that this “bride to be” would act this way. I was excited and intrigued by this mysterious woman.

After packing a lunch and getting their fishing gear together, everyone left. Before getting into their car, Frank said, “Get ready for some fresh fish for dinner.”

As soon as they drove off, I went up to the third floor. I put my book in my room and then knocked on Jenny’s door.

“Come on in,” she said.

Jenny was wearing the tight cut off jeans, a yellow tank top and she had a straw cowboy hat on her head. Her hair was in pig tails and she looked like a farm girl.

She smiled at me, twirling her fingers around one of her pig tails and said, “Hello, mister. My Ma and Pa ain’t here and it’s just little ole me left to watch the farm.”

I wanted to ask Jenny about her plans to get married and how she could be messing around like this before her wedding, but decided to get into her little role playing game. “Well, I’m looking for work.” I said, looking at her. “I thought your folks could use a farm-hand for the summer.”

“They won’t be back til tonight. But you’re welcome to stay around if you want. I know they were looking for some help,” she said, “And I could use some company, if you know what I mean,” she added, smiling seductively and playing with her pigtail.

Jenny looked so sexy in those tight cut offs and I could see her nipples poking through her yellow tank top. . “Well, thank you.” I said. “I wouldn’t mind hanging out for awhile.”

“Cool,” she said.”I was just on my way to the barn to bonus veren siteler do some chores. Why don’t you come up with me?” Jenny turned and walked over to the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off her round ass as her hips swayed back and forth.

She sat down on the end of the bed and said, “Why don’t you join me on this hay bale and we can get to know each other.”

I sat down next to her and she leaned back on her elbows and stretched her long legs in front of her. When she did that, her tank top got tighter on her tits, revealing how big and firm they were. She noticed me looking at them and smiled, looking me in the eyes and said, “I know what you’re thinking.” “You do,” I answered. “And what’s that?” “You want to fuck me,” she said.

“What makes you think that,” I answered. “

“Cause of the way you’re looking at me,” she said, and then added. “Want to get high? I got some dynamite weed.”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?.”

“Cool!” she said. She got up and walked over to her dresser and got a joint already rolled. She lit it, took a deep hit and came back to the bed and handed it to me.

“It gets pretty lonely on this farm, “she said, taking another hit when I handed it to her. “And I get so damn horny sometimes, I don’t know what to do except, you know, play with myself. But it ain’t like real fucking.”

I was getting turned on by her dirty talk and Jenny knew what she was doing. She looked down at the bulge in my shorts and handed me the joint.

“Being a farmers daughter is hard cause Pa doesn’t like when the boys from town come looking for me. He’s so darn over-protective and scares guys away. Sometimes I have to sneak off to get fucked but that’s a drag. Most of they guys just don’t know what a girl like me wants.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“They just get their rocks off and don’t really care about me and I end up hornier than ever.”

When we finished the joint, both Jenny and I were stoned. Jenny sat down on the bed. Our legs were touching, rubbing ourselves against each other. Our conversation was arousing both of us. Jenny continued, “Damn I get so horny, I want to take one of those guys and ride their cocks but they just like to get on top and pound me until they come and roll over while I’m still ripe for more and hornier than ever.”

Jenny looked at me and smiled, “What do you like, mister,” she asked, turning and pushing her tit into my arm. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like giving pleasure. I like teasing and playing, making a woman so hot she can’t stand it any more and begs me to fuck her. I like the sounds she makes when she’s being fucked. That’s hot.” I added.

“Ummmmmmm,” she said. “Sounds good. I’m getting hot just talking to you.”

“My cock is like a steel rod right now,” I said.

“My cunt is wet. You’re making me so horny.”

“What would happen if your Pa came back and found out we fucked each other in his barn.”

“He’d be mad as hell and wouldn’t hire you. But he doesn’t have to find out. It’s more exciting to sneak around and fuck.” She said, “I like it that way.”

I thought about Jenny getting married and what we were doing and how she seemed to like the secret life she was leading. I was fascinated by her and wanted to know more. “So, mister, you say you like getting the girl to beg for your cock,” she said, smiling coyly at me and playing with her pig tails again. “Well, I’m going to turn the tables on you. I know you want to fuck me, but I’m not going to be easy to get. You’ll be the one begging.”

“Are you a cock tease?” I asked.

“Yes. I like to flirt and get guys horny and tease them out of their minds.”

“That’s a dangerous game,” I said. “You could get yourself raped.”

“I’m always in charge,” she said. “I know how to take care of myself. I never get fucked unless I want to.” She looked me in the eyes as if she was challenging me with who would be in control.

We were both stoned. She then stood up in front of me and unbuttoned her cutoffs and lowered the zipper a little but not all the way. She sure knew how to tease. She looked down at me, her legs spread on both sides of my legs. My cock was bulging in my shorts. The seam on her cut-offs stretched tight on her pussy. Her tits were bursting out of her tank top. She stood there smiling with a devilish look in her eyes as she looked down at my cock bulging in my shorts.

“So bahis you want to work on this farm,” she said, putting her index finger to her lips. I hope my Pa hires you ’cause I’d like having a man like you around.”

“You would. Why?”

“You know why mister,” she said, sitting down, straddling my legs, rubbing her crotch against my cock. “Tell me, why,” I asked. “Why would you want a man like me around.”

“So we could come up to this barn at night and you know, mess around.”

“Mess around?” I asked. “You mean fuck!”

“I like how you said that mister,” she said. “Talk dirty to me.”

“I bet you’d like me to eat your pussy,” I said.

“None of the guys around here will do that to me. Would you?” she asked.

“I’d love to,” I said, “In fact, I’d like to do it now. I’d like to fuck you with my tongue.”

I’d never talked to a woman like this. Jenny was bringing out something hidden. The role playing was making me bolder and I was getting into it.

She was moving up and down against my cock, rubbing her cunt against it, while we talked. “Oh wow,” she said. “I want you to eat me. But that’s all. I won’t let you fuck me with your cock. Remember I said I’m not easy to get. “

“That doesn’t sound fair,” I added.

“I might give you a blow job,” she said.

“But I might want to fuck you,” I said.

“No way, I don’t let any ole man fuck me. I told you I’m not easy. You’ll get a blow job and that’s it,” she said.

“You think you’re tough, don’t you, miss. You think you can stop me from fucking you.”

“I know I can,” she said. “You will get what I give and nothing more, mister.”

Our conversation was getting more aggressive and the more we talked, the hornier we were getting. Jenny was moving harder up and down on my bulging cock and we both looked down at the action going on between our legs as we humped each other.

“Looks like you’re ready for action,” she said. “You got a big rod in there”

“That’s right and it’s going to fill your cunt before the day is over.” I said.

“Think so, mister,” she said. “No one fucks me unless I say so.”

“Is that so,” I responded.”Well, we’ll see how in charge you are. You’re playing a dangerous game. You might end up eating those words, young lady.” We were looking each other in the eyes and smiling, taunting and teasing each other with our words.

There was an intense silence between us as we looked at each other, then without a word, I lifted her off me, unzipped her cut-offs and lowered them. She kicked them away with her foot, threw her hat to the side and pulled off her tank top. We didn’t speak, but just looked hard and hungry into each other’s eyes. I grabbed her ass and turned her around and got her to lay down on the bed, (or our hay bale) She was on her back. I took her ankles and spread her legs apart and looked up at her wet pussy. I slowly licked my way up her leg, stopping to lick underneath her knee then moved up her thigh. She reached down and grabbed my hair and tried pulling me up higher, but I was determined to tantalize her.

I was getting closer to her pussy and licked around her lips and then up and down her slit loving how she was moaning. “Eat me!” she said. “Come on, mister, eat me!”

I was licking her harder and she was lifting herself off the bed, pushing her cunt against my mouth. I put my tongue in her and started swirling in her with more force,loving the sounds she was making, “Ohhhhhh yes. I like that, mister. Keep doing that!’

I was holding her legs wide apart and going deeper into her cunt with my tongue, then found her clit and licked it and felt her practically jump off the bed, OHHHHHHHYES! OHHHHHHMYGOD, EAT ME! OHHHHHHGOD I’M CUMMING!”

She shuddered and a shook as an orgasm swept over her. She grabbed my hair and pulled me harder against her pussy. She was out of her mind. “I’M THERE! EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME! OHHHHHHHHHHGOD” I was glad the house was empty because she could really scream.

I then got on my knees between her legs and put my cock at her entrance. My cock was swollen and hard as a hot iron. I moved it up and down her dripping cunt.

“Hey, No fucking me, mister”

“I want you and I know you want it, too.” I said, looking down at her.

“No way,” she said. “I’ll give you a blow job.”

I grabbed her arms and raised them above her head. I was hovering over her with deneme bonusu my cock at her entrance, moving it up and down her pussy lips.

“No one fucks me unless I say so and I’m saying no.”

“You want it so bad, I can tell by the hungry look in your eyes,” I said. “I’m going to make you beg for it.”

“Think so,” she said, wiggling under me, straining to get away.

I leaned down and started sucking her tit, my hand moving my cock harder against her cunt. “You like how this feels, you little cock tease. You want it bad.”

I saw her close her eyes as I rubbed my cock against her. “Beg for it!”

“No!” she said, but she was moving her head from side to side, getting hotter.

I put my hands under her, grabbed her ass and lifted her off the bed causing my cock to go into her cunt. I was in her and said, “You like this, don’t you. Beg me to fuck you.”

I pulled my cock out, but still held her ass off the bed. We were looking fiercely into each other’s eyes. This was a battle of wills. She bit her bottom lip.I thrust into her then pulled out again hearing her gasp. We were looking deep and fiercely into each other eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game, girl!” I said. “Now beg for it. Tell me to fuck you hard. I’m going to give you what you want.”

My cock was moving harder against her cunt. She was looking up at me. Her mouth was wide open. I could see the desperate hunger in her eyes. Finally, she screamed, FUCK ME YOU BASTARD. GIVE ME YOUR COCK! FUCK ME HARD!”

But I held back for a few minutes. She then broke loose from my grip on her outstretched arms and grabbed my ass, wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her with the loudest shriek I’ve ever heard, OHHHHHHHHH MYGOD FUCK ME!

Her screaming set me loose and I rammed my cock into her, thrusting as deep as I could go. I was out of my mind and have no idea where my energy came from. I pounded into her, responding to her screaming, HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!”

I grunted with each thrust and thought the bed would break as it banged against the wall. We were like wild animals, fucking our brains out, taking advantage of the empty house. I love fucking you. Take my cock. Take it, baby”

And she screamed, “FUCK ME!. I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Then she said, “Fuck me from behind.”

I let her up and she got on her hands and knees lifting her ass up. I mounted her and my cock went in her sopping cunt deeper than before. “Fuck your little bitch!” she said. “Come on, mister, give it to me.”

Her dirty talking was driving me crazy. I thrust my cock into her harder and harder and felt I was about to explode. “Here it comes, I said. “I’M CUMMING!”

“Hold on,” she said. “I’m cumming too. I want to come together.”

I had my hands on her hips, ramming into her and felt my sperm rising. She was pushing hard against my cock and suddenly screamed, ‘I’M THERE! I’M CUMMING OHHHHHHGOD!”

I could feel her whole body shiver as an orgasm swept through her and as she screamed, I felt my sperm explode into her as I climaxed, screaming ‘HERE IT COMES!’

“CUM IN ME BABY. GIVE IT TO ME!”

“I’M CUMMING!” I shouted and spurt after spurt came out and filled her cunt.

We both collapsed in a heap on the bed. I lay on her back, my cock still in her and we gasped for air.

“You’re a wild man.” she said. “You really take what you want, don’t you?”

“You’re pretty wild yourself,” I said, I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“It’s all part of being a little ole farm girl,” she said. “We get pretty hot and horny out here in the country.”

When I rolled off her back and lay next to her, looking up at the ceiling. We didn’t speak. Finally, I asked. “Are you really getting married in two weeks?”

“That’s the plan,” she said.

“How can you be so open sexually like this when you’re getting married? Do you love the man you’re marrying?”

“I love him. He’s a great guy and good to me. But I love my secret life. I love my body, my mind, my freedom and no one can stop me from being me.”

“Is it hard to keep your two lives apart?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she said.

“But let’s not talk about that. I want to be here in the present. I love fucking you and what happened here has nothing to do with the rest of my life.”

We were quiet and then dozed off.

At dinner that night we had Blue fish cooked on the barbecue wrapped in aluminum foil and filled with peppers, tomatoes and onions. Jenny sat with her sister and Marci and hardly paid attention to me, except for a few glances and smiles.

I would be leaving in the morning and wondered whether we would have another midnight snack.

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Amateur

It’s Friday night and I get a call from one of my girls, sounds like another night of burning up the dance floor. I slip into my little black dress that stops mid-thigh along with my gold strappy fuck me heels. We get to the club and the beat is pumping. I head over to the bar and down a shot of potency and tequila then to the dance floor and get lost in the music.

I feel a presence behind me as I sway my hips to the music, a hard body pressing up against my back, moving to my rhythm. I grind my body against yours feeling your hands move down my waist to rest on hips pulling me closer to you. I can feel your cock hardening. You move your hand to my stomach and hold me tight against your body as we move to the music your other hand cups my tits squeezing them tight.

I moan feeling my pussy juice start to flow soaking my tiny black thong. You lean in and nibble my earlobe dipping your tongue in my ear only to whisper, “I’m Barry. I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy raw… and you’re gonna beg for it.” I shudder from those words and reach back and cup your dick in my hands. You grab my hand and lead me off the dance floor. We end up in a small room with just a table.

You türkçe bahis push me up against a wall lifting my leg around your waist as your other hand moves between my legs to rip my thong from my body, you run your finger up and down my slit only to sink it deep into my pussy. I grind against your hand trying to get your finger deeper into my pussy. I tilt my head back, my mouth slightly open as I stare into your eyes.

You pull your fingers out and run them across my parted lips. I take your hand in both of mine and slowly suck your fingers clean moaning as I taste myself on your fingers.

I undo your pants as I slid down your body till I’m on my knees. I pull your cock out and run my tongue around the head getting a taste of your precum while I stroke your length in my hand.

Hmmm you taste good. I take more of your cock into my mouth running my hand down to cup your balls as I feel you hit the back of my throat. I’m about to pull back but your hand pushes my head back down forcing your cock down my throat. You release me and I pull back to take a deep breath. I carry on stroking you in my hand as I dip down to lick your balls while I iddaa siteleri rub my clit with my other hand.

I start to stroke faster and squeeze your balls hard. You grab my hand and pull me up against the wall, your hands move under my dress pushing it further up. I feel my pussy lips part as you lift my leg and run your cock up and down my pussy teasing me, the word leaves my mouth before I’ve realised it, “Please.”

“Please what?” You say in an even tone while you push the bulb in only to pull it out just as quickly

“Please fuck me ha…” You ram your cock into my pussy bottoming as I feel you stretch me to the limit. You wait for me to relax and start to slowly pump in and out of my cunt. You pick up your pace as I start moving my hips meeting each thrust, “harder, fuck me harder!” My body is being crushed against the wall with each stroke.

My pussy starting to tingle as your cock moves in and out my body. My pussy starts to spasm as I come all over your cock, my pussy juices running down your balls. I slump forward exhausted. “Oh no we’re not done yet.” You let my leg down and pull me forward only to have me bend over the table. You deneme bonusu veren siteler pull my dress off and drive back into my pussy.

You spank my ass, fucking me furiously, my nipples scratching against the cold metal of the table as you push deeper and harder into my pussy. “Whose pussy is this?” you ask as the pace quickens even further.

I arch my back and scream “Yours Barry all yours,” as my second orgasm tears through me. I feel you thrust one final time and hold me still me as you empty your cum into my pussy. I can feel your cock pulsing and each spurt filling my cunt. It’s seems so hot it could scald me.

You release me from the table and hand me my dress. You pick up my thong and put it into your pocket. “I think I’ll keep this as a memento.” You say and you walk out the door.

I lean against the table getting my breath back and trying to compose myself. Your cum begins to leak out down my thigh. I slip my finger into my pussy and bring it out covered in your cum and my pussy juice. I lick it off. I could get used to the taste easily.

I wipe of your cream out of my pussy with a spare tissue. I slip my dress on and try to arrange my hair so as not to appear conspicuous. I open the door and walk casually into the bar. There is a huge explosion of applause and hollering and “You go girl!” I turn to see that the huge flat screen TV that normally plays music videos is showing a small room with just a table…

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Babes

I had met and surpassed my sales quotas on one of my recent business trips out of town so I decided to fly home a few days early and enjoy the home that I had worked so hard to buy and keep up. If I had known what was in store for me when I got back then I would have gotten home even sooner.

I need to back up and tell you a bit about me and my situation before I give you all the glorious details about my great new sex life. I’m a widower. My wife died in a car accident less than a year ago and now it’s just me and my daughter. I’m 45 and in good shape. My daughter, whose name is Ann, is a slender woman with a sunny disposition, a sexy tanned body, and she is 20. She’s got shortish blonde hair and she the cutest pair of 34B breasts. Her little butt is round and it juts back just a bit, just enough to make you want to reach out and caress it. She looks in fact like Kate Bosworth crossed with Keira Knightly.

Ann was still adjusting to life without her mother and had decided to take some time off from college. I of course was glad to have her around for the company and so she could look after things while I was on the road with my sales job.

It was hot and sunny that day when I came home early and my life changed forever. I noticed a strange car parked in our driveway as I drove up. I wrote it off to being one of Ann’s friends and I parked and went inside.

The house was nice and cool and I tossed my keys into the bowl we keep on the table by the door. I undid my tie and took it off, then I took off my suit coat and I began walking up the stairs. It was then I heard someone moaning and I knew right off the moans were ones of pleasure. I knew Ann was sexually active and I had told her if she was discreet she could bring boyfriends home.

I had began to look at Ann as a sexy grown up woman around the time of my wife’s fatal accident. I admit that I leered at her nubile young ripe sexy body but I had resigned myself to never doing anything about it because she was my daughter. But just because I was never going to touch her sexually that did not mean that I did not think about it and I did not want to deny her her needs while she lived under my roof.

I bedava bahis could hear the sound of some lucky young guy pounding her as I walked down the hall. I swear I did not mean to but since her door was slightly ajar I could not help myself and I looked inside her room. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

My little angel was naked on her bed facing away from the doorway. Behind her and inside her was a young black male. He was slowly fucking her and it looked like he was loving every second of it. I could see her swollen pussy lips as he pushed his big black cock back in and out of her. When I finally stopped looking at him pump my daughter I looked up and noticed that she was sucking another young black man while she was getting fucked. His cock was enormous and she could barely get past the head as he fucked her sweet little mouth. His eyes were closed and he was carried away by the oral pleasure my daughter was giving him.

I looked to my left and I noticed yet another young black man sitting naked watching them as he stroked his dick. It looked to be about 8″ and thick. He moaned and offered encouragement as the two other men fucked my daughter in her mouth and pussy.

I was mesmerized by the sight of these hot young black men enjoying my daughter. My cock sprang to attention and my breathing became ragged. The man inside her pussy began to pump faster and I could see my baby daughters wetness on his cock as he slid back and forth in her. I watched as his ball sack tightened and then he cried out, “Oh hell yeah, I’m cumminnnnnnnggggggggggggggg.” He held onto her and he filled her with his cum. I almost blew a load just watching.

I have never wanted to lick a man’s cum out of a woman until that second. I decided right then to take my relationship with my daughter to a new level, I had after all seen what a little sexpot she was and I figured that I would take my chances and if she spurned me then at least I tried. I slowly opened the door and I put my finger to my lips to make sure that the guys would not say anything when I came in the room. The guy in the chair noticed me but he remained silent. The man whose cock was in her mouth just casino siteleri kept enjoying her oral skills with his eyes closed. The young buck who had just filled her slowly pulled his dick out and he backed off the bed. He turned and saw me but I shook my head no as I kept my finger to my lips to silence him. He backed up and I whispered in his ear, “It’s okay, just be quiet.” I looked down at his glistening dick and I got even hotter than I had been.

Slowly and silently I got on the bed behind my daughter. Her scent mixed with the smell of male cum was in the air and it was driving me crazy with lust. I knelt behind her and I gently brought her wet cum filled pussy to my face. I began kissing and licking it like I was a greedy child on his mother’s tit. I snaked my tongue deep in her and I could feel her reacting to it. Her natural wetness mixed with that young buck’s cum was the only meal I ever wanted to eat. I dove deeper and deeper in.

As I ate and ran my face along her sopping crack I her that cock pop out of her mouth. She said, “Yeah Ty, eat me baby. Suck that cum out of me so I don’t get knocked up.”

Before I could stop him Ty said, “That ain’t me baby. It’s some white dude.” Ann yelped and jerked her pussy away from me. She turned around quickly and saw it was me who had been eating her out. She screamed, “Daddy! What the hell…”

I tried to calm her. “Baby, it’s okay. Don’t be mad at me…..”

The guys all got a little worried and they grabbed their clothes and began dressing as they ran out of the bedroom and to their car.

“What the hell is this Daddy?” Ann started crying. “What the hell did you do that for?”

I moved up to sit next to her on the bed with my face still wet from her pussy. The taste of her was still in my mouth. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I just walked by and I saw what was going on and I could not help myself.”

“You’re not supposed to be home for three more days.”

“I’m sorry baby but I got done way early so I decided to come home early.” I looked at her and she was crying and trying to cover her naked body with the sheet I was sitting on.

“You may think Daddy is a pervert bahis siteleri or worse but after seeing you with those guys and after I did what I did, then I’m glad as hell that I came home early.” I got up so she could cover herself with the sheet. Then I sat back down beside her.

She was still red faced and sweating from her sexual encounter. “Really? You’re glad to see me getting fucked by three black guys?”

I nodded my head.

“You got into that? You liked watching your own daughter getting stuffed with dick?”

I nodded again. “It’s the sexiest thing I ever saw.”

She protested. “But I’m your daughter. Your biological daughter, your flesh and blood.”

“You’re also a beautiful woman who I’ve been admiring for years now. I’d resigned to never touching you or even letting you know I though about you sexually but I just got overcome with desire for you as I watched those guys use you.”

Her tears had stopped and we looked at one another. “I’m flattered you like me like that Daddy.” She blushed slightly. Then she looked down and saw my erection. “I used to rub my pussy when I heard you and Mom doing it. I imagined that it was me you were fucking.”

I scooted closer to her. “It was never fucking with me and your Mom. It was making love.” I put my hand on her thigh.

She laughed a bit. “What I was doing with those guys was pure and simple fucking.”

“I know hon and it turned me on to watch it. You were like an animal.” I gave her thigh a squeeze. “I have a whole new respect for you after seeing you do that babe.”

“Really? I’m so ashamed you saw it.”

I took my hand off her thigh and I brushed some hair out of her eye. “Don’t be ashamed. It was sexy and I know a girl your age has needs. I wish I wasn’t your Dad some times so I could be the one to satisfy those needs of yours.”

She took a deep breath and she let the sheet fall off her naked body. I stared at her breasts and I saw the bite marks and hickeys the black guys had left on her. My cock grew ever harder. She leaned over to me and she said, “I don’t care if you are my Dad or not, I want you so bad right now I can taste it.” She put her lips to mine and she drove her tongue in my mouth. Her hand went to my dick and as she rubbed it and we sat there kissing I knew we had crossed into a new territory.

I silently prayed that this new phase of our relationship would last forever.

More to come later…..

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We have been together, for a while now. Living in that wonderful level of comfort with each other of deep and knowledgeable love that comes over time.

He always granting me a soft place to fall when I need it, and I doing for him the same…we both enjoyed similar interests, and some different ones.

I love auctions, flea markets and thrift stores. He begrudgingly came along.

There was an estate sale listed in the paper. An old huge Victorian home. Reputed to be owned by an established madame, with some odd eccentricities. The gossip and fables that surrounded the home were too interesting to resist. I read with great curiosity the listing of items for sale.

We arrived, to get our number and register for the auction. Looking over the items was truly a pleasure. Large brass beds, seemingly well used. Doilies, lace curtains. The vintage clothing in well lined cedar trunks. Garters, hose, high heeled shoes. Costume jewelry, authentic jewelry. Tins, paintings a vast array of household items.

Then, my favorite finds. Vanity items, vintage combs, brushes, makeup, hair pins. Perfume, powder, lipsticks and items to enhance the human face and form from days of old. Most if not all were mint to excellent condition.

In a drawer of one of the many mirrored vanities was a box, I opened it up, and inside was an almost mint bottle of perfume, made in Paris “Messire”, I never heard of the brand before. Pulling open the stopper of the beautiful etched crystal bottle, filling my nostrils is the most wonderful scent I have ever smelled. Unique and different than any other I had encountered before.

I decided, then and there to bid on the item. Checking with Joe, telling him how high I wanted to go and get his go ahead..he gave it willingly. Knowing how wonderful these small items mean to me.

The day is beautiful, the beginning of summer, the perfect time to enjoy a rousing auction. Bidding is fast and furious and items seem to be garnering a very high price. Some of the reputation adding to the interest in the items.

Finally, after patiently waiting and obtaining a few other items of interest. My item comes up for auction. Box opened, and held up for inspection, my heart jumps from fear that it will be inadvertently dropped.

Joe whispers in my ear “Elaine, are you sure you want that, it seems so ordinary?”

“Yes, yes honey, it’s what I want!” I tell him.

Bidding is starting out unusually low; it is between myself and an older lady who looks like she just sucked a lemon, with the personality to match. I had my limit, all of $30.00, I stopped at that, and “Ms. Victoria Vex” seemingly was to win the item. Joe though, was intent on getting it for me. Finally $48.00 later I was the proud owner of “Messire” perfume.

In the car, I open the box and inspect it further, removing the the cardboard backing that formed around the bottle. Underneath was a folded piece of parchment paper…I read aloud the poem to Joe, it read:

Oh! Might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quelch desire: Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell and age on every kiss: Nor them my soul would sated be; Still I would kiss and cling to thee: Naught should my kiss from thine dissever; Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E’en though the numbers did not exceed The yellow harvest’s countless seed. To part would be a vain endeavor: Could I desist? ah! Never-never.* (*Lord Byron)

“Very nice poem honey, read it again.” said Joe. I again read the poem aloud. Written in an obvious male hand, seemingly a gift for Madame Spellbind.

The rest of the way home, I meditated on the poem, and not just the poem, but Elaine’s recital of the poem in my ear. I don’t tell her enough that I find her voice very sexy. And when she talks romantically, it sends me over the edge. The thoughts of kissing her luscious lips evoked by the mysterious poem, made me burn with desire for my sweet Elaine.

We arrive home late that afternoon, and I promised Elaine that I would take her out to her favorite restaurant this evening. She gingerly carries the bottle of perfume which she finds so unique into the bedroom and sets it on the dresser. My heart leaps to see my precious goddess enjoying simple things like watching children play, holding a puppy, or taking pride in an ordinary trinket or bottle of perfume. It absolutely thrills me to see her happy.

I take my shower first and shave while she lays out our clothes for the evening. As I enter the bedroom from the bath, I approach her and breath the words, “Let me kiss those eyes of fire.” She gives me a kiss and says, “You better put that fire out if we are going to not lose our reservations.” So she enters the bathroom while I put on my suit, less the jacket, and make three attempts before getting the tie just right.

As I step into the shower after Joe, his scent still lingers. I think to myself, how much I love to watch Joe shower, a secret obsession of mine. He still does not know why bahis siteleri I am adamant about a see-through shower curtain. Peering through the door. This intimate moment of his. Watching the way he lathers and rinses himself. Hands moving over his body with such personal knowledge. It’s exciting!

Then when dressed, how can I tell you what he holds for me. This handsome man who is completely mine. Sometimes, when I see him pull into the driveway, my heart pounds, palms sweat. He still garners that reaction from me. I not only am in love with him, I am completely in lust with him too.

I am sitting at the foot of the bed as my goddess emerges through the door after toweling off and wrapping the towel around her. She looks at me seductively as she slowly unwraps the towel and lays it across the dresser stool. My body becomes awash with wonder, so simple is this movement, yet so seductive. My pulse races as she purposely teases me by sitting her lovely nude body on the stool and begins to brush her lush blond tresses. She peers over her shoulder and warns me, “That fire appears to be getting bigger, and we don’t have time to put out the flames now.” I rise and stand behind her, cupping her breasts and running my hands down her sides, “I look forward to when we can quench the flames.”

She gets up and puts on a pair of blue panties and slides them on. Then she slips on her dark blue sleeveless dress. That dress drives me wild. It is open in the front as well as back, forming an open Vee down to her navel. The lower portion of the dress fits snugly upon her shapely buttocks. As she sits on the bed to put on her black high heels, I offer, “Allow me.”

I gently place my hand on the calf of her gorgeous leg and ever so slowly glide my hand down to the back of her ankle, barely touching her skin as my hand passes down her leg, as if to gently awaken the nerve endings in her legs, conveying to them the passion I feel for my precious Elaine. I raise her right foot, planting a gentle kiss on top and place her shoe onto her lovely foot. I repeat the process for the left, and then I take her by the hand and lift her to her feet.

Taking the bottle of perfume acquired from the auction, I unseal the cap and take a little onto my finger. Then I brush her hair off her neck and dab a little of the scent behind her ears, kissing the nape of her neck. When I do so, her eyes close in rapture. Standing behind her with another drop on my finger, I run my finger from her throat, between her breasts, and over her firm abdomen. I love feeling the contours of her muscles as I stop just below her navel. With each and every placing, my fingers linger, rubbing and infusing the wonderful scented perfume onto her soft and silken skin. I know now why she wanted it so much. It is intoxicating, however, not as intoxicating as her beauty. My eyes are fixated on her in awe that such a lovely woman as she is my partner for life. My senses reel in admiration of her…

“We’d better go,” she reminds me. Breaking the spell. When we get to the car, I open the door for her, not only to be a gentleman, but I also get pleasure from watching those beautiful legs as she swings them into the car. I get in on the driver’s side and try to sneak a peek at her breasts under her dress as we leave the driveway.

Ever attentive, and thoughtful. Joe always knows how to make me feel wanted. Something that comes naturally to him.

The way he places the perfume on my body, so complete is his touch, our skin seemingly melds at the joining, I can’t tell where his skin starts and mine ends.

As I seat myself in the car, buckling up I get the oddest sensation. The places where the perfume was placed by Joe is tingling, and warming..expanding and widening. To completely envelope my skin, moving both up and down to cover my skin. It is the most erotic and succulent feeling I have ever had.

Completely out of character for me, my hand finds your thigh, hard and tight. I make small circular motions with my finger tips,my nails gently grazing the weave of your pants, moving up to your sex, the look on your face tells me everything I need to know. The combination of shock and complete enthralled attention. I look at you, your eyes lock on mine momentarily then back to the road.

Your cock is responding on it’s own, even if you wished it, you could not control it. Just as I cannot control my incredible need to touch you. My nipples and clit are rising to the occasion. My breathing is becoming labored. The restaurant is just blocks away and I can’t help but wonder what is going on in your mind?

I’m thinking how incredibly I want you right now. The thought crosses my mind of pulling off the road and making passionate love with you. But the best things in life are well worth waiting for. Then I feel your hand on my leg and my heart leaps. I look into your eyes, can you see my burning desire within them? Can you see the love, the passion, the longing for you in the windows to my soul? canlı bahis siteleri

Having to turn my eyes back to the road, your lovely image is before me in my mind. I am mentally undressing you in my thoughts, touching your smooth skin, planting kisses in your favorite places to be touched. I feel the yearning in my loins. My penis is aching to be inside you, bathing itself within you.

The restaurant is not far, and you sheepishly grin as you gently squeeze my stiff cock. Ahhh, my love, I want you so much right now. Oh, Elaine, you drive me wild. I need you so much.

Never losing that grin you withdraw your hand. We don’t have long, and I am compelled to touch you. My hand finds your bare knee as my fingers knead your soft skin. I slowly work my way up the inner portion of your thigh. You appear to be breathing harder as my hand patiently makes its way to those blue panties.

My finger finds and explores your slit, gently probing as your moisture exudes through the material that barricades me. It doesn’t prove to be enough as I manage to play with your swollen clit. Your nipples look as though they are going to escape through your dress, it excites me even more.

There’s the restaurant! We smile at each other like two naughty school kids with something to hide from the rest of the world.

Once we’ve parked, I enter behind you to hide my obvious discomfort. I play with your butt as you give our names to the host, who has no idea what is taking place right in front of him. He leads us to a nice secluded booth in the corner. As he seats you, I sit down quickly, like a high school boy concealing an erection.

Immediately, a young lady approaches with a couple of menus in her hand and introduces herself, “Hello, I’m Cindy. I’ll be your server tonight. Would you care to order now?” We knew what we wanted when we entered the restaurant, and in my case, it wasn’t food. I ordered a well done T-bone and a glass of water with lemon. Cindy then asks, “Madam?” ….

“Joe, you order for me, something nice and light.” I reply. I place my purse on the extra chair, and arrange myself under the table.

“My wife would like the grilled chicken breast with pasta, olives and tomatoes. Small salad with vinaigrette dressing and iced tea.” You tell her quickly. Trying to get her away as soon as possible.

The feeling that began in the car, seems to be overtaking me, it is not lessening..it is only building.

From somewhere unknown to me, I stand up, look at you and say “I need to freshen up.” although I am aware the words fall from my lips. I do not consciously think of them, nor do I form them. They just appear.

I stand up, leaning forward as I push my chair back, ensuring you get a wonderful look at the cleavage that captures your attention so much, stand up…brush my hair out of the way….and seductively leave.

Sudden with the knowledge of a very attention getting walk. I can feel your eyes piercing my back and locked on my butt.I ensure you are not disappointed. Exaggerating the sway of my hips.

I enter the bathroom, I look in the mirror

Surprised, when I catch my reflection. There is someone else staring back at me. Auburn hair, soft of face. Yet you have not noticed any change. Not panicked, nor scared in any way, it seems almost normal for some odd reason. It is also more like a hologram of this face is overlaying mine. I touch my face, my finger tips pass through the vision softly landing on my cheek. This is very puzzling, yet I am strangely excited at the reflection that is staring back at me.

I enter an empty stall. Lifting my dress, my right hand finding my belly, splaying my fingers keeping my two middle ones close together, closing my eyes at the feel of my warmed, heated skin. I slip them under my panties, finding my moist and excited slit.

I place my two middle fingers at the very bottom, and pull them to the top brushing my enlarged nub of pleasure. Releasing a sharp intake of breath as I do so. Completely filling them with my ripe juices. I rearrange my dress with my other hand and exit the bathroom.

Making my way back to the table, with a new found sense of self. I stare right at you as I walk back. You feel the weight of my stare. There are no others in this filled restaurant, all are gone, it is just you and I. My eyes never averting their gaze. The look of anticipation washes over your face.

I slowly and purposely again give you a view of my breasts letting the dress fall open even more while reseating myself. Wanting to tease you to a frenzy in a public place. Being suddenly more brazen than I believe I have been since we were younger.

My left elbow on the table, cupping my jaw, my right hand beckons you closer as if to brush off some stray item from your face. You lean forward for my assistance, inches away your nostrils fill with the scent of my sex. The heady perfume that is on my middle finger tips.

My fingers, gently placed on the güvenilir bahis middle bow of your top lip, under your mustache. I spread my two middle fingers away from each other, tracing the outline of your lip to the corners, leaving a trail of my juice glistening on your lips. Small dew drops of my honey are deposited on each hair of your mustache. Glistening and wetting the very tip of every one. I then bring them back to meet each other in the pout of your mouth.

My mouth involuntarily mimics yours, my eyes locked on yours, slightly closing at the feel, head rolling slightly back then falling forward at the opening of your mouth.

They probe just past the outer shell of your wet mouth, find their way to the pillow of your tongue to be completely devoured by you. Sucking and licking, your eyes closed at the taste inspiriting your taste buds with my sweet lemony tang. My body has become a completed circuit of electricity. I feel the growing tingling move up my hand from the lips of your mouth, to my elbow, over my shoulder, down the front of my chest. Moving across and landing squarely on both my breasts, filling out my nipples even more. The feeling is one of pure, unadulterated desire.

Oh, my sweet Elaine, sweet adorable Elaine, oh how you know just how to make me hunger for you like a ravenous beast. The way you rest your lovely head in hand with those piercing eyes inviting me to drink in your beauty. As your fingers near my lips, my nostrils are tantalized by your pheromones wafted into my nostrils, exciting me even more than I am already. The sweet aroma you place in my mustache lingers as you let me taste your nectar. I feel my body flush with desire, you have lit a flame of passion within my being that must satisfied. The look in your eyes tells me that you hunger for something other than food now as well.

You lick my fingers clean, still holding my hand stand up, pull me out of my seat. Joe turns to look for Cindy, locating her quickly, you take a wad of money from your wallet. Shoving it at her, tell her we will be leaving, and hastily make our exit.

Your hand finding the small of my back, almost rushing to the car. You put me in it. You follow right after. Almost forgetting to buckle yourself in.

Elaine, my head is swimming with desire for you. My desire to make passionate love to you pervades my soul. I can think of nothing else. The flame of desire that burns within my heart must be sated. I must have you. The house is too far, The Excelsior Hotel is just down the road.

As we whip into the driveway at the hotel office, I stop the car and lean over to give you a kiss. Then I try to get out of the car, forgetting to unbuckle my seat belt, and you laugh, knowing you are driving me wild with desire. As I fumble through my wallet for my credit card to pay for a room, I think to myself as the clerk seems to be taking his time locating a vacant room, “Why does everything seem to take forever?” In less than fifteen seconds, I had room key in hand and we were on our way to our room.

After I park the car in the lot, you unbuckle your seat belt as I make my way around the car. I open the door and behold my princess with an aura of beauty about her. Those sexy legs swing out of the car, and it’s as if electric pulses of passion are overtaking me. You take my hand and stand before me. We embrace and kiss like honeymooners. I escort you to our room, my arm around your waist, my hand resting on your pelvis. I can’t take my eyes off of you. You are so, so, very lovely. It seems I love more each second of the day.

Unlocking the door to our room, my heart pounds in anticipation of our evening of love.

Our mouths meet, opening and yielding to each other. Speaking that wonderful language only we share. My hands find the top of your pants and pull out your shirt. One hand remains on my hip. You take my signal and loosen your tie, and start unbuttoning your shirt for me. You begin to try and take my dress off. I stop you gently, and say…”No, no, not yet…” and continue to slowly undress you. Your pants are next. Shoes removed and kicked to the side of the room, pants off and socks the underwear next. Before me now without garments or inhibitions I guide you to sit on the edge of the bed. I wonder what you are thinking.

You, Elaine, you ignite a world of emotions within me, love, lust, desire, passion, excitement, pleasure–all these emotions overwhelming my mind at once. When your eyes met mine, looking into my very being, reading the secrets of my soul that you, and you alone, could ever know, my heart leapt at the joy of knowing you love me because I love you so much.

I turn around and take a few steps back from you. Watching you watch me. I slip my shoulders through the loose folds of the fabric that creates the Vee of the dress, each fall to the matching hip. I turn to my right hip, jutting out just slightly with the turn, I unzip the dress to allow it to fall to my feet.

My panties, the only piece of clothing that remains. Slipping my hands under the band on each side. I slowly shimmy out of them, ensuring my breasts bounce slightly at the movement. I step out of the dress and the panties. Bend over and move them out of the way. Keeping the sexy black shoes on that you love so much.

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All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.

This story took place in the 1970s in the United Kingdom when the ‘World Wide Web’ or Internet as it is known today, was barely an infant and not available to private individuals. As for mobile phones, they were only at an experimental stage. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by chats with ‘experienced’ friends or looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and so on.

Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today’s 14 or 15 year olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet ‘information’ that can now be accessed by anyone that can type ‘sex’ into a search engine.

All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the 1970s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters.

Obviously, if you have read the previous chapters you will be more in tune with the characters.

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What we had felt about each other when we finally went ‘all the way’, must have shown in our demeanour over the next week, as Mom kept giving us odd looks of puzzlement. Whether it was the fleeting looks we gave one another, or just our closer relationship, I don’t know, but she knew something was going on.

Sue and I continued to do our chores as normal, including clearing the table after the evening meal and washing the dishes. It gave us a short time together to discuss things in quiet voices, while our parents were watching the TV in the living room. We knew that they habitually watched the whole of the News and had hardly ever come back into the kitchen until it had finished.

I normally stood sideways right next to my sister and did the drying, while she washed things. I could also keep an eye out towards the kitchen door and talk quietly, directly into her ear.

It had become our custom over the last few days, that she would let me put my hand that was nearest the sink and couldn’t be seen by anyone entering the kitchen, under her short skirt, and gently massage her mound, while she started the washing-up. My other hand held a large dish cloth for drying, and this shielded us further. I couldn’t put my hand down the front of her panties, as it would have been too difficult to remove quickly, pick up a dish, and start to dry it, should anyone approach the kitchen.

Tonight, she had on some slightly looser panties and I had been able to slip my finger under the leg hole, so that I was actually sliding it up and down between her damp pussy lips. I managed to get into a position where I could penetrate her with my finger, and was now gently finger fucking her, albeit with only a small length of my finger.

“Do you like what I’m doing Sue?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” she said, as she breathed out, “I do, but keep a good look out, they are only through that door.”

“Does it make you feel even more randy knowing that?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, much, but keep watching.”

She had stopped washing the dishes and was sort of shuffling her legs against one another.

“I guess we’d better get going with the dish washing, or they are going to get suspicious,” she said, very quietly.

I knew she was right, so I reluctantly withdrew my finger from her warm, wet, pussy and my hand from under her skirt.

She went back to washing things up. I dried them, and we were quiet, having our own thoughts for a few minutes.

“We are going to have to keep our distance for a while when they are about,” I whispered, “have you seen the looks Mom has been giving us?”

“Yeah, I know, she even asked me if everything was ok between you and me, yesterday.”

“What did you say?” I asked, worried.

“I just said everything was fine, and then she said we seemed to be getting on well together. Has she said anything to you?”

“No, not yet.” I paused. “I think we need to make sure we have the same story ready though, don’t you?”

“Hmmm, well, yes, we’ll just tell her that we’re no longer virgins, you filled me with your stuff, and can I go on the pill?” she said, grinning, but in a voice so quiet that I could only just hear it.

“Sue, don’t joke, it’s not funny. Dad’s ok, he doesn’t notice anything, but Mom has a nose like a bloodhound for anything out of the ordinary,” I whispered back.

“Ok, sorry… look, if she says anything else, or asks, how about we say… in our own words though…that we realized we have been a ‘pain in the arse’…no, better not say ‘arse’, ‘pain in the neck’, arguing about stuff. We say we had a serious chat last weekend when they went to grandma’s, and we agreed now that we are adults, we should be more considerate and make more effort to be friends…or something like that. What do you think?”

I thought about it for a moment while I dried a couple of plates.

“Yea, I think that sounds ok, just don’t overdo it and I think it will work.” I agreed.

“Right then,” she said, in a loud voice, “I illegal bahis think I’ve ‘finished’,” she smirked at me, then whispered, “the dishes anyway.”

I grinned; she knew how to lighten the atmosphere all right.

Sue went off to her room and I made my way into the living room to see what they were watching tonight on TV.

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We did as we had agreed, and apart from a bit of intimate fumbling in the evening in the kitchen, we kept a friendly distance for a week and didn’t give Mom any reason to ask about our behaviour. Grandma had recovered from whatever had been wrong with her, so they hadn’t visited her last weekend and consequently we hadn’t had any opportunity to be alone together.

Tuesday evening, just as we were finishing up in the kitchen, Sue was looking a bit pensive.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, “you seem deep in thought.”

“Errr, yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking we haven’t been able to spend much time together since…well you know…”

“Yea I know, it’s awkward isn’t it.”

“Would you want to?” she asked.

“Want to what?”

“You know, ‘spend some more time together’…like we have done.”

“Of course, but you know what it’s like, there is always someone around when we are both free.”

“Well, I was thinking…”

“What?”

“You know I have Wednesday afternoons off from work, is there any chance you could be here too?”

“You mean skip college?”

“Only if you want to.”

I thought about it. She was clearly wanting to do some more with me, and I had been using all the images I could remember to wank over during the last week or so. A chance to perhaps be naked with my sister again and try something else, was a very exciting thought.

“I suppose… I could start feeling unwell in the morning and then come home ‘sick’ at lunchtime. I’ve a good sick record, so they won’t think I am just bunking off.”

“So, will you?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in that way she has.

“Ok, I’ll try it, but I can only get away with it once.”

“I’ll come down to your shed after I get home then, if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, safer than in the house I think,” I said.

“Great, see you there,” she whispered, and after checking no one was about, kissed me lightly on the lips and went off to her room.

Wow, I thought, my sexy sister wants to do something more. My cock was already half erect at the thought and instead of going into the living room, I had to go quietly up to my room and fill a tissue with my cum, to make it go down.

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On Wednesday morning in college, I was preoccupied with thinking about my sister, all the things we had done and imagining what we might be going to do. One of the staff noticed that I was behaving in an unusual manner, as normally I was very attentive and due to that, I had no difficulty explaining that I didn’t feel well and needed to go home.

As expected, there was no one in when I arrived home at around a quarter to one. I had bought a sandwich from a baker’s shop near the college, as I didn’t want there to be any evidence of missing food, that might indicate I hadn’t been at college in the afternoon. I took it down to my shed and made myself comfortable, munching the sandwich as I skimmed through one of the magazines I had hidden there. The weather had turned warm again, and I had gone to college in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.

It was almost two fifteen before I heard a ‘tap, tap’ on the door of the shed – I had remembered to lock it this time – when I opened it, Sue slid in quickly and I shut and bolted the door again.

“I wondered if you had changed your mind,” I said, “you are later than I thought you might be.”

“Oh sorry, I should have said a time, I got something to eat, then had a shower and changed, to get rid of the salon smells that linger in my hair and clothes.” she replied.

I could smell the shampoo in her newly washed hair, and she was wearing her short, red, miniskirt, that showed off her long slim legs. She had on a loose-fitting, white, tee shirt and I couldn’t detect a bra just by looking.

“Wow, you look great,” I said, looking her up and down, “give us a twirl.”

She duly spun around one turn, her little skirt flaring outwards, and showing even more leg.

“Glad you like it,” she said, shyly.

Every time we had met alone, there had been an awkward silence, where neither of us knew what to say or do next to start anything, and this time was no exception. Nothing was said for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds.

“Sue do you…,”

“Ben could we…,” Sue said simultaneously.

“You go first,” I said.

“No, it’s ok, what were you going to say?” she countered.

“I was just going to ask… if you wanted to sit on my lap in the armchair, as there is only one place to sit in here. What were you going to say?”

She grinned, “I was just going to ask if we could maybe get a bit more comfortable, rather than standing here. Great casino siteleri minds think alike, eh?”

I sat down first and waited for Sue to sit on my lap as she had done before, but to my surprise, she put her knees either side of mine and sat down on my lap facing me. Her skirt was so short that it couldn’t tuck under her, and I could already feel the delicious warmth from her bare thighs and panty-clad bottom pressed into me. My cock had an instant reaction and filled with blood.

“God Sue,” I said, “you know how to get me randy without even trying,” I grinned.

“You’re too easy,” she grinned back.

She slid forwards a bit more until her crotch was resting on mine, then squirmed a little until I could feel she had positioned herself right over my erection.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” she muttered.

I put my hands on her hips and held her there.

Now that we were in a more intimate position, with no doubt about what was resting on what, we seemed more able to talk candidly about things, almost as though it unlocked our normal inhibitions.

“You know when we did it,” Sue started, “and I wanted to, you know, feel your stuff in me?”

“Yea, but talk quietly, remember the neighbours might be about.”

“Yes, ok,…well, I knew it was a risk, so last week, I plucked up courage and called into the new Family Planning Centre and found out that now, I don’t have to be married to get ‘the pill’ and it’s all confidential, so I got some prescribed.”

“You did?” I said, astonished that she went and did it.

“Yeah, they also gave me some of those Durex free too,” she said, obviously pleased with herself.

“So…so does that mean…?”

“They explained that depending on where I am with my monthly visitors, it might not be fully effective for a couple of weeks though.”

“Visitors?” I asked, stupidly.

“Duh,.. yeah, you know, cycles, monthlies…”

“Ah, I see, yes, sorry, we probably don’t need to go into that,” I said.

“Anyway, there we are,” she stated.

“Goodness, I didn’t think you would.”

“It was that or take risks all the time, and I didn’t want to do that.”

“We could just not go that far again,” I suggested.

“Is that what you want?” she said, more quietly.

“No, I didn’t mean that, it was just an option…I don’t want you scared. I love being a part of you, the feeling that we are joined, it’s so sexy and erotic. Does it do that to you too?”

“Yeah, that’s why I did it.”

“You are going to have to be careful Mom doesn’t find out.” I said, on a more serious note.

“I already have that sorted, I found a good place to hide them, but you should keep the Durex down here, it’s safer,” she said, taking a small packet out of her skirt pocket.

“Just put them onto the workbench for now, I will put them away later.”

“Make sure you do,” she warned me.

As we were talking and thinking, I let my hands drop down onto the bare part of her legs that were either side of me and unconsciously began stroking them.

“Mmmm that’s nice,” she murmured.

Realising what I was doing, and that she was enjoying it, I made longer strokes with my hands until I was just under her skirt.

“I like touching your skin,” I said, “its’s so smooth.”

“I’m glad you do, but I still think my legs are too thin,” she said looking down at where my hands just disappeared from view.

“No, they’re perfect,” I replied, and slid my hands higher up.

She moved her bottom a little on my lap, just enough to cause a bit of friction on my hard cock. I responded by sliding my hands even further up, so that I guessed I was nearly touching her panties. My thumbs were on the inside of her legs, with the rest of my hand on top of them.

On the next stroke, I aimed to touch her panties and slid them right to the top of her legs, my thumbs outstretched.

I contacted pubic hair!

What?

I felt round just a bit more, wow, she was definitely bare under there.

“Sue?” I said, the surprise in my voice evident.

“What?” she said, pretending not to understand.

“You haven’t got any…underwear on.”

“I know,” she smirked then, “I wondered how long it would take you to find out.”

Oh my God. It came to me then, that her bare pussy was pressed against my hard-on in my shorts.

“Does it feel weird to not have any on, walking about?”

“Err… sort of… it was a bit drafty walking down here in this skirt,” she said grinning, “but it was also kind of sexy too.”

“I think it would be difficult for men to have their things exposed to the fresh air…unless of course I wore a kilt, but that’s not going to happen.” I grinned back.

Finding that she was open to my touch, I moved my hands so that both of my thumbs were teasing her pussy lips apart and sliding slowly up and down her slit. I could feel the length of my cock pressing up but restrained, in my shorts. She was already damp, and as I touched her more, the moisture increased and started to lubricate poker siteleri my thumbs.

“Well…while you are down here with me, you could just slip it all off,” she challenged me.

“You mean now?”

“Why not?”

“I suppose I could just slip them down. I dunno about right off, in case anyone comes. You would only have to stand up to be covered, it would be more difficult for me,” I said.

“Do you want to?”

“I like the thought.”

“Well you know what ‘thought’ did,” she said, using one of our parent’s expressions, “nothing.”

“Yea. Ok.”

I withdrew my hands and undid my shorts. Sue lifted up a little and I pushed them down to just below my knees. When she sat back down, my cock was in line with her slit and lying along it. Even though we had done other things, I couldn’t get used to the idea that my bare cock was against my sister’s wet pussy. Pre-cum was already seeping from my cock as my arousal and excitement grew.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, “that feels better doesn’t it?”

“Yea, it does,” I whispered.

She shuffled back a few inches and my cock sprang up between us.

She giggled a bit, then tentatively put her hand forward and circled her fingers, as much as she could, around it. She gently pushed the skin downwards, until my foreskin rolled back, and the entire head was exposed. She was studying it intently, picking up the pre-cum with her finger and running it round the purple head. She pushed the foreskin further back, until the underside of it could be seen.

“Is that ok?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yea, but not too far or hard,” I answered, feeling her small hands pleasurably stretching the skin a little. “Feels like you are doing a physical exam,” I quipped.

“I just wanted to see again, close up,” she said, still holding down the loose skin.

While she continued to move my cock this way and that, stroking the skin slowly up and down so the head seemed to go in and out of its cover, I moved both hands up under her tee shirt. I found no bra either, just two warm, soft, but firm globes. The nipples on top of them were already hardening, and as I ran my hands over and around, they became fully erect. I squeezed them with my fingers, pushed her breasts together and then released them and slid my hands up the valley between them.

Sue gave a few quiet moans as I manipulated her breasts, especially when I concentrated on her nipples.

After maybe about 15 minutes of us both stimulating the other with our hands, Sue pushed my cock back down against my stomach. She lifted the front of her skirt to waist level and shuffled back up towards me, so that her pussy lips spread either side of it. It felt warm and snug there, and we could both see, as well as feel what was happening.

She wriggled a bit; I assume to get it in the right position to stimulate her the most. She put her hands on the arms of the armchair to give her more balance, then she slid up and down, gingerly at first, until she was rubbing her labia either side of my cock, while I held on to her breasts.

“Ohh, God, Sue, that’s so good.”

“It is,” she was breathing more heavily, “and I can see him too.”

“Do you like to see?” I ventured.

“I just wanted to,” she said, “it’s sort of like…what I imagine it’s like to watch one of those blue films I heard about, but maybe better, as I can feel it as well as see it.” she explained, quietly. “It’s really erotic, don’t you think so Ben?”

“Mmmm, yea, I can see what you mean,” I whispered back, feeling her pussy getting wetter and sliding more easily, but stimulating me more.

She had worked out, that if she slightly angled her hips differently as she slid up, to when she slid down, part of my cock would touch her clit and that seemed to make her even more excited.

She kept on moving, and I couldn’t overcome the urge to move with her, so soon we had a good rhythm going, and I could see and feel that she was working herself up to a climax.

Suddenly she stopped. She was breathing very fast, her face flushed, if anyone did happen to see her right now, just pulling her skirt back down wouldn’t work to conceal her aroused state. Her hips twitched a little, but it seemed she was trying to control them.

“Ben…you asked me if I liked seeing…”

“Yea, you said you did,” I said, wondering what was happening.

“Do you remember…when we were in your bedroom… I said I would like to have seen?”

“I dunno, see what?”

“You know…like I said…see him actually going in and out.”

“Oh.”

“Could I?”

“What now?”

“Yeah..I want to,” she said, slightly shyly.

“We could,” I said, “we have a few Durex now.”

“No…I mean, like before.”

“Without, you mean?”

“Yeah…I just want to see it and feel it at the same time, it won’t be the same wrapped in plastic,” she pleaded.

“It’s still risky yet though isn’t it?

“A bit I suppose, but you don’t have to finish in me.”

“What if I can’t help it?” I argued, wanting to experience that feeling again, but scared of what might happen.

“We can do it for a short while, and then stop and put one on,” she suggested.

“Oh Sue, I want to be part of you again, but …”

“It’ll be ok, I am sure ‘the pill’ is working a bit already.”

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The Wicked Sisters

Behind the closet door strange things happen. Come on, be honest. Wouldn’t you like to fuck your GF’s sisters? Horny sisters can be a strange breed.

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Lil and Tina are Jo’s older sisters who took pictures of me fucking Jo in their family home. Far from being upset, they demanded I fuck them anally and orally — something Jo would not do for me.

My daily routine had me finishing class at 3 PM or 4 PM Monday through Friday, then drive to Jo’s for dinner. The ride was only 15 minutes. Jo didn’t get home until 5:30 so I was alone fucking her sisters from between 1 to 2 hours. Yeah, it was good.

After a quick dinner, I left for work delivering pizzas until 11 PM. My sexual activity at the Ciccone’s increased to as many as six orgasms a night — my cock was not gonna survive. Tina and Lil had boyfriends but spent most of their free time plotting against Jo so they could fuck me, and told me as much.

Fucking the sisters in various nooks and crannies quickly left me exhausted by the time it came for my goodnight fuck with Jo. I actually declined Jo’s pussy several days in a row upsetting her to tears.

I learned she cried to her sisters telling them I didn’t love her anymore. They told her she was imagining things. Jo swore I had another lover but her sisters said they doubted I had any free time for another woman.

Lil’s and Tina’s fucking infatuation with my cock was the exact opposite of their behavior towards their boyfriends whom they informed that I was the alpha fucker in the house. This is the first I ever heard of the term ‘submissive’; it describes their boyfriends exactly.

Tina would only let Jim eat her pussy once a week while she told him how great my cock felt in her ass. As a treat she would give him a hand job every Wednesday canlı bahis and then make him lick his cum off “Michael’s breasts”. She said he came hard when he heard her say, ‘Michael’s breasts’. After a few weeks she made Jim watch as I fucked her and planted my seed in her ass. Jim would then eat the cum from her ass and jerk off and cum on the floor. His face was a study in ecstasy.

Her sisters loved keeping my cock away from Jo and devised strategies to divert her attention while one sister was servicing my carnal needs. They kept up this sham all the time we dated. Lil said they actually planned to follow us on our honeymoon to keep my cock well exercised.

Lil dominated her fiancé Bernie like a drill sergeant abused the buck private. Poor Bernie was only allowed to eat her cunt and ass when she felt like it. He, too, had to listen as Lil described how she loved to deep-throat “Michael’s enormous” cock. Bernie was a cuckold-in-waiting and he loved to jerk off as Lil retold each detail of her blow-jobs on me. Soon he was watching as I fucked Lil’s mouth in her bedroom. His eyes were wide as he watched and jerked off.

When Bernie said anything that displeased her, Lil would have him get naked and sit in a small hall closet and jerk off until he collected a pint of his sperm in a cup.

It may have been fate intervening the day Tina asked Jim to get a board game from the hall closet. Jim opened the door and found Bernie sitting naked on a little stool frantically jerking off. Bernie told him the story of his punishment and quota. Jim retrieved the game and brought it back to Tina without saying a word.

Later that evening Jim and Tina were in her room and came to disagree on something minor. They had a tiff and Jim asked if he “Should get in the closet with Bernie?” kaçak iddaa

Tina had no clue what he was talking about and went to the closet and found Bernie still jerking off with nearly a pint of semen in the cup. Tina told Jim to “Stay,” closed the door and hunted for Lil.

Lil was in her room with my cock in her throat when Tina came to the door. Lil waved her in and she gave me a wet kiss and let me grab her tit. I squeezed it hard because I knew Tina would become orgasmic and her face would flush. Tina grabbed my head and gave me a hard kiss and pulled away with a big smacking sound.

“Where’s Jo? she asked looking at me.

“She went to the store with your Mom. Then Lil said her throat was very dry and pulled me here.”

“Sis, what’s Bernie doing masturbating in the hall closet?”

“He was a bad boy so I made him call off work and sit in the closet.”

“What is he gonna do with his cum?”

“I haven’t decided whether to let him watch me drink it and give him a hard on; or make him drink it while I finger my cunt. I may even pour it on my boobs and have him lick me clean.”

“I think Jim would like to be punished the same way. Do you mind if he gets in the closet with Bernie?”

“No, I don’t mind.” replied Lil. “Maybe the cup will fill faster with two of them sharing the load.”

I was just trying to be a fly on the wall listening to the conversation and feeling very sorry for the guys.

“Don’t you dare tell Jo about this.” I pleaded.

Lil got up, and grabbed my cock and pulled me along to the closet door where Tina already had Jim stripping his clothes and handing them to her. We watched as Tina opened the door wordlessly and closed it behind Jim.

“That should occupy them for a while, and you come with me.” she ordered taking kaçak bahis my cock away from Lil and pulling me to her own bedroom. She laid her torso over the edge of her bed with her feet on the floor and said, “Fuck me.”

I was still hard from Lil’s unfinished blowjob and impaled her ass in one stroke.

She told me: “I’ll tell Jo if you don’t cum in me at least twice.”

Much later Jim and Bernie found us and showed us the full cup of cum. The sisters whispered to each other quietly and then sat me on the edge of the bed with my erect cock fully engorged. The girls got on all fours facing me and Lil handed the cup to Bernie.

“I want you to pour cum on my ass and lick it off. Give the cup to Jim and let him do the same to Tina. I want you both to keep pouring and licking until it’s all gone.”

I had a good view of the orgy performed on my cock while their boyfriends rimmed their asses and ate cum. I stayed hard for a long time before Jo and her Mom got home.

Jo’s family was surprised when Lil announced she and Bernie were going to elope. Everyone was happy for the couple who would be living in the 3rd floor apartment of the large Ciccone residence while her Dad made plans to build them a home near Great Notch.

Lil was pregnant but still had me fuck her ass every day right up until her delivery date. The only change was the location as she now had a private apartment for me to fuck her. Bernie was now allowed to watch me service his wife. She would allow her husband to suck cum out of her ass and ejaculate over her breasts and lick her clean again.

Little Alyssa was born eight months later. Bernie was no longer sent to the closet for punishment and was allowed to suckle Lil’s tits alongside their daughter.

Jim would help Bernie babysit Alyssa while Lil and Tina continued to romp with me.

A year has passed by and summer was coming. School had already ended and Tony offered me a carpentry job working on Lil’s new house. I couldn’t wait to see how this would affect my liaisons with Jo and her sisters.

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