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Meet Joey Ch. 1

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Meet Joey, (Joseph, a good Catholic guy), the middle child – of a nearly all male, 5 brothers and one sister – all-Italian/all-American family from Queens. A normal guy. In his life, he does his “normal guy” thing and eventually meets, courts, falls in love with and marries a beautiful Irish/all-American girl from Baltimore. Her name is Patricia.

Things go well for Joey and Patricia, who is often called Trish by the way – a few years pass. Children are born. Two girls and a boy – all smart and beautiful. Joey and Pat’s careers too, they do very well. They are very typical. They have a suburban home, a little bigger than average, two cars etc., the whole nine yards as they say.

They and their little family, are kept very, very busy. Between Joey and Trish’s careers, their children’s activities, (both school and sports), the seemingly more and more frequent holidays and the prerequisite traveling – and above all, all kinds of family functions on both sides of their marriage. Well, it’s no wonder that over the years, Joey and Trish’s sexual activity had become very nearly nil. In the crapper you might say.

They knew it too. It had been dwindling for years. Oh yeah, they’d made periodic attempts in experimentation to enliven things in this area, but to no avail. The reality is that they are now both exhausted from their busy lives and that fact combined with the unspoken realization that they are simply “bored with each other in the sack” – well guess what? No sexual warmth, no passion, no in and out. Crotch numbness. They gave in to it.

And at this point it’s sad too, because it’s simply easier for them to “let it be,” than to discuss it and deal with it. For the most part it’s easier for them to not even speak of “this matter” – and so they don’t. In fact, lately, neither of them even fantasize about sex – either with each other – or even with others all that much. But something is changing and it’s happening, it’s changing, within Trish.

You see, Patricia is still, after three children, very attractive. She’s a hunk and a half. She is a virtual advertisement for typical Irish feminine beauty. A wonderful smile, bright eyes and killer body. And she knows it too. She’s fully aware of her head turning abilities. Oh yeah, she’s highly aware of it all. And that’s the problem. She’s aware of her age as well. She’s just turned 35.

The other thing is, there almost assuredly, barring “an accident,” won’t be any more children. And speaking of her children, as they get older they actually require a little less attention than they did as infants. Trish’s children have started taking up activities outside the home. This takes Patricia out of the home too. Where low and behold, alleluia, she makes contact with others of the opposite sex. Men! She thinks it’s great. They, these guys, all ages, all types, she doesn’t really care – they make eyes at her, they flirt with her, they make her feel something that she hasn’t felt in quite a few years. Her thoughts stir, her juices flow, fantasies are born. She thinks it’s great – for a while.

All well and good. All very normal. Only one thing. The trench of sexual burden on Patricia’s homefront, has been by now, so deeply dug that it’s very hard to get her husband Joey to respond to any of her current sexual proclivities. In fact even Trish, fired up by her excursions outside the home, has a hard time fueling enough desire in herself in order to bring Joey along for the ride. This proves very frustrating for Patricia, hell she sees it as torture. She’s fucking horny and she doesn’t have any help taking care of business, taking care of “it.” At least not for now.

Seemingly, what makes matters worse is the big family thing. This big beautiful, wonderful family. Especially Joey’s family, with his five gorgeous brothers. All of them are very attractive for sure but the really impossible thing is that Patricia is so familiar with all of them, she knows them. She’s been around Joey’s brothers for years. She’s been in some of their weddings. She’s counseled some of them after their own marriages had floundered. She’s hooked up some of them with her single girl friends. And yes she’s often flirted with them herself. Often overtly. Trish is comfortable with them.

Like the New Years Eve party that Joey’s next oldest brother Tony gave two years ago. It was typical. The festive atmosphere, the champagne, the charge of midnight and mystery of “the midnight kiss,” all had worked their spell on Trish. Too bad for her, at midnight Joey was right on the edge of passing out. Patricia could only rouse him enough for a quick peck on the lips before he kerplunked back down into his champagne drenched stupor.

At bahis siteleri about twelve thirty Patricia found herself wondering away from the small, party crowd upstairs. She needed to get away. Joey had pissed her off but she loved him so – she couldn’t let any of the rest of the family see the disappointment on her face. She went downstairs to the billiard room, assuming that no one was there. Tony was playing pool. Whoops! As always cordial conversation ensued. Tony’s wife Joan had just left to check on the baby-sitter sitting their kids. Tony? He’d had a few drinks and it wasn’t thought much by Trish when he commented favorably on her attire – a fiery holiday red top, a very short black mini-skirt, nude hose and black pumps. Patricia has very long legs and doesn’t hesitate to show them off. She said thanks politely and then she couldn’t believe what she said next.

She said, “nice jeans Tony, you’ve got the best ass.”

In an only slightly slurred and befuddled voice Tony said, “come over here I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

Patricia hesitated but only a little and when she reached Tony he said, “how long have we known each other?”

She said, “I don’t know, five, maybe six years, seems long.”

Getting very close to Trish, Tony said, “I’ve thought of you – in sexually explicit ways – from the very beginning. The first time I laid eyes on you my mind traveled up your long legs.” Then Tony kind of re-took control of himself, he actually shook and said, “but I’d never ever do anything to hurt Joey, I love Joey and if I weren’t just a little drunk I’d probably never have told you this. So please let’s just forget I said anything.”

Tony got genuinely embarrassed and looked away when Patricia said, “Don’t worry your secret is safe with me and thank you Tony, what you said was very flattering and I haven’t heard anything like it in quite a while.” Tony stopped, turned and looked at Trish, she just batted her beautiful big eyes and Tony shook his head again and stumbled back up stairs.

Patricia eventually left the billiard room and went back upstairs. Nothing else happened that night. Oh, “it” happened in her mind all right. That real, impassioned, midnight kiss she had missed out on with Joey played hotly in her mind, only it was she and Tony doing the kissing – and more.

After that things got worse for Patricia. Heightened sexual frustration continued to dog her. She confided this to her sister in law Joan, (Tony’s wife remember,) not the specifics of the talk with Tony or fantasies about Tony but the overall situation with Joey and their lack of sex. Joan suggested a vibrator but Patricia, even though she desperately wanted to try one (she was curious because she’d never had one before) couldn’t bring herself to buy one. Voices that sounded like her parents rang out in the back of her head, “Good Catholic girls didn’t buy vibrators, it would be far too embarrassing, no way.”

Many things in Patricia’s life were conspiring to keep this situation just where it was – which of course was hugely frustrating. Her parents, deeply Catholic and always the loudest voices in the back of her head, always reminding her of her religion, which was something she could not and in fact did not want to escape. She loved her religion but she wished it were more understanding of sexual matters and she fantasized about the church actually being able to help her and all the other Catholic women out there who were probably in the same holly boat.

Her kids too, Patricia was such a mom, a real good mom too. What would they think if they knew their mother was having thoughts as if she were some common slut. The very type of behavior and thoughts she taught her kids to avoid. And Joey? By now he had a new job, a very good job but it took him on the road. She saw less of him now than ever before. And when he was home, he was always too tired. They weren’t talking, especially about sex. Things were very bad.

Patricia now desperately yearned for “this thing” that was missing in here life. Something that had been missing ever since she had started to date Joey when she was just 19 – a strange man? No not a strange man, she thought that what she really wanted was a familiar man. You see, she didn’t want to loose Joey, she loved him. Of this she was very sure but she knew she wanted a familiar man, someone to have comfortable sex with, infrequently of course, just a couple of times a year would be fine with her.

And she realized that she couldn’t risk sex with strange men. That would be far too risky. It could even put the safety of her children, not to mention herself, at risk. Yes, Patricia canlı bahis siteleri wanted a familiar man, one who she could trust, one who had just as much to loose as she did. A familiar, safe, man. And then the fantasy went one step further. Wouldn’t it be nice if Joey, her husband, her lover (he used to be anyway) knew all about this? Wouldn’t it be nice if Joey supported her? Wouldn’t it be nice if Joey too, knew and was familiar with this chosen man? Who knows maybe even Joey would like it. Maybe Joey and this familiar man could be friends. Maybe, dare she think it, Joey and this familiar man could “share her,” sexually, at the same time. Trish went nuts at the thought. She thought, “I should’ve bought that damn vibrator. Where the hell can a girl get a good stiff piece of vibrating plastic when she needs one?”

But all those thoughts were too much for her to bare, too much for her to replay in her mind. After all, that was the wildest fantasy she could ever concoct, two men at once, it could never ever happen.

Then something did happen. Joey confided to Patricia that, get this, Tony and Joan were having marital difficulties. Wow! Go figure. Much to Trish’s surprise their problems were of the very same nature as her and Joey’s were. Hmmm? She thought. Hmmm? Ideas formed, fantasies again transpired but still, no solutions, only frustration. Pure unadulterated frustration.

But soon things were to change forever.

All five of Joey’s brothers were tight. As tight as brothers could get. Maybe it was an Italian thing, who knows? Tony and Joey, being only nine months apart, were extremely close. They shared the same bed room most of their adolescent lives. They fought together, they played together, they were on the same sports teams throughout school. They even, at different times, dated the same girls. And that’s where their closeness came from.

At Tony’s initiation, Joey sheepishly confided to Patricia that the only thing they, as brothers, could come up with in order to “save Tony and Joan’s marriage,” was for Joey, that’s right Joey, to, wait, was she hearing this correctly? Joey was to occasionally “sleep” with Joan. Holly shit!

Apparently, some mutual flirting had gone on for quite some time, Joan too had made this evident to Tony. That’s when Tony got the idea and had decided to talk with his brother Joey – and it was settled – the brothers would make a huge “love pact” and Tony would allow Joey to screw his wife in order to save the marriage. Trish thought, “I’ll bet Joan is elated about this, that bitch.”

Patricia was flabbergasted. She was angry. Not only did all her Irish/Catholic tendencies rise to the surface but beneath it all was the fact that it was she who needed the sexual attention. And the irony that “the perfect familiar man,” for her, who was in fact Tony, the brother that even Joey had no idea was interested in her and the double irony that Joey, long on sexual disinterest in her, was now going to do it to his brothers wife. Holly shit! How could this have happened. She went fucking ballistic.

The next day, after she calmed down a bit, after she thought about it for a while, Trish decided that she needed a little time before she could even consider condoning this sort of thing. But in reality, she was thinking of herself – she needed time, time to plan, time to take care of her needs. And above all, save her and Joey’s marriage, not necessarily Tony and Joan’s, in the process.

It was easy actually. Once Joey left for work she picked up the phone and called Joan who knew that Joey had “broken the news” to her the night before. Joan, a very attractive woman of German/Irish decent with long brown hair, ample figure and green eyes, answered Patricia’s call with embarrassed, halting and apologetic speech. Patricia on the other hand was all too cool and very together. Without actually telling Joan that she would “allow this to happen,” Patricia none-the-less provided to be an understanding, compassionate and soothing voice. On the other end of the phone, after Trish had hung up, Joan smiled and felt a warm tingle down below.

Patricia’s next call was to Tony at his work. Tony was really embarrassed. Again Trish was cool and understanding. But then, as she had planned, Trish communicated the fruit of much previous rehearsal, it was an “off handed/humorous” comment, it went, “You know, if Joan gets to sleep with Joey, I should get to sleep with you.” Tony dropped the receiver. All Tony could hear as he fumbled for the phone on the floor of his office was a devious laugh and then a click. Patricia had hung up the phone.

So there you have it. Loving husband Joey couldn’t güvenilir bahis refuse the logic when his wife Patricia soon thereafter presented it to him. Joey promised to make the call the next day and attempt to seal the deal. And that he did. It was done.

All four parties had now agreed. All the general parameters were in place. It was the detail that needed to be worked out. And those details would prove to be the most crucial part in making this rather unconventional, yet logical agreement – an agreement fostered by family love for one another, an agreement based on mutual respect for each other as modern adults, an agreement of forward thinking, social sophistication – to take place, to work.

The agreed upon details would insure that this “love pact” would never, ever be discovered. That all parties would remain “normal” (for lack of a better term,) in the eyes of all those around them and that all parties would of course remain safe and disease free.

The rules –

1) All four individuals would be tested for aids or any other communicable disease once a year and that no sexual activity could take place until all four had been tested.

2) All intercourse was to take place with condoms. Even though both Joan and Trish were on birth control pills, it was decided that condoms provided just a little more security and in fact, helped to provide a “psychological border” that all felt was necessary to maintain, in order to honor the previous commitments made.

3) All sexual activity could only take place if and when the time and date of said activity was pre-approved by all parties concerned.

4) It was agreed upon in understanding of human nature, that this entire situation was one of an experimentation and it would continue that way – in that at any time – if just one of the four parities concerned wished to back out of the agreement, the other three would have to do the same. No questions asked.

5) It was agreed upon that sexual activities would never take place more frequently that once per quarter, four times a year and if they happened less than once per quarter, do to scheduling or whatever reason – too bad – you snooze you lose.

6) It was agreed upon that this was to be an intimate “group thing.” Not necessarily “all in the same room or within sight of each other,” (after all the brothers proved a little embarrassed by that prospect)-(Trish and Joan both thought – Men? When they brought that one up) – but that lovemaking would take place for all parties concerned, under the same roof. Whether that roof be one of either of the couple’s homes or a hotel, a sky lodge whatever. All agreed, both couples should and would be relatively close at hand to each other whenever they did this thing.

7) Of course it was agreed upon that no children be present during any of these activities for obvious reasons. It was agreed upon to implement a pool situation for prospective baby sitters.

8) It was agreed upon, that during love making sessions, they were to be carried out in a “no holes barred,” manner, that is, as long as both parties agreed upon what was happening. It was brought up after all, that the uniqueness of a new partner was much of what this agreement was all about. It’s what provided much of the excitement. Related to this, is was also agreed upon to not discuss the intimate details of love making, about the new partner, with the old partner. This again was to prevent jealousy, human nature, to obtain even a moderate entrance to the situation.

9) It was agreed upon to hold love making sessions to six hours or possibly shorter times, depending upon the general agreement at the time. Six hours was to be the maximum but there really was no minimum, as long as the feeling was mutual. If both couples finished up with each other in an hour and desired the comfort of their married spouse to cuddle up with for the remainder of the six hours, and it was mutually agreeable, then done. Same goes, if after cuddling with your spouse for a while, it was mutually agreed to give the new partner another try, so be it. As long as a preferential nod was given the established, long term, marital relationship and as long as the six-hour rule was not abridged all switching back and forth was cool. At six hours though, no more sex – until next time.

10) Last but not least there had to be a code of anti-jealousy and utter silence. Everyone agreed to leave jealousies somewhere else and a code of secrecy was drawn among the four. No one could tell any other living soul – not a priest, not a friend, not a stranger. No one. It was discussed that for whatever reason, this oath was ever breached – the other three would deny that anything of this nature had ever taken place, leaving the bean spiller out on there own.

With the clink of four champagne glasses the die was cast. A new sexual life for all four had begun. Family love was the driving force and the fun was about to begin

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Less than a minute after I had finished jerking off in the basement den, my sister, Lauren, walked in on me with a stern, disapproving look on her face.

I scrambled to cover myself and think of some sort of face-saving story. It was pretty pointless though. She strode over to my position on the couch, still dressed in her scrubs from her job as a nurse at Bayard University Medical Center. Lauren didn’t say a word. Instead, she bent down and scooped up a dollop of my cum on her right index finger.

“Look, I don’t care if you masturbate,” she scolded. “But you didn’t even put down a towel. Jesus!”

With a pillow over my lap and cock, I stammered an apology.

She held out her finger in front of my face.

“Eat it,” Lauren ordered me.

I shook my head ‘no.’

“This is my house. I pay the bills. You need to learn a lesson here, so open your mouth,” she insisted.

Humiliated and on the verge of bolting the room, I surprised myself and opened my mouth.

Quickly, she wiped her finger on my tongue and said, “Swallow.”

I had already started to do that. I wanted it off my tongue as fast as possible, even though the taste wasn’t as bad as I had feared it might be. Truth be told, I had taken tiny tastes of my jizz before.

Lauren said, “Good, boy. Don’t move.” She exited the room and went upstairs.

I didn’t. I sat there a little numb with embarrassment, and then leaned over to grab my laptop and shut it down. Lauren was supposed to be working her shift at the medical center, so I had thought it might be a good time to take advantage of the privacy and mix things up a bit, for variety sake. Instead of rubbing one out in my bedroom, also in the basement, I thought I’d stream some porn from my laptop to the big flatscreen in what we called ‘family room.’ I couldn’t have known that they’d been overscheduled at the medical center, sending a handful of junior and new nurses home for the night.

At the time of this new chapter in our lives, Lauren was 10 years older than me and in addition to being my big sister, she had, until my recent 18th birthday, been my legal guardian. Our mother, also a nurse, died in a car wreck six years earlier, and our father ran out on us two years before that. The two of us were the only family we had, our mother being the late-in-life child of two only children, my grandparents. My father was estranged from his family in Massachusetts before he even met our mother.

Being a bit bossy, Lauren had no problem filling the part. Between insurance, some death benefits from my mom’s employer and a settlement from the insurer of the driver who hit her, we paid some debts of Lauren’s and put away some money for my college.

I graduated six months early from high school after an accelerated and successful academic career. Late that year, I had secured admission and scholarship to the Bayard University Institute for Culinary Arts and Nutritional Science, and shortly after that, Lauren thought it might be a good idea for us to move together from Texas to Central City. Her skills were portable, and Bayard would be a better place for her to pursue continuing medical education.

We sold the house in less than two months and by May we were settled into a new place in CC.

I was just starting to calm down from my embarrassment when Lauren entered the room with a tape measure in her hand. It was the long cloth kind that tailor’s and seamstresses use.

“Stand up,” she said.

“Why?” I asked, starting to get a little confidence back.

“Because I am going to measure you,” she said. “So, lose the pillow.”

I was stunned. Why would she need to do that?

She pulled on my wrist, and I stood. I guess I was so compliant just to get the whole episode over with and get back to my room. I’d learned long ago that it was easier to endure her small demands than fight. If it was important, I would fight. Still, being the younger of us two and having only each other at the time, I was emotionally vulnerable, easily manipulated.

Lauren measured my shaft then the circumference of my balls and scrotum and then typed the figures into a note app on her phone.

“Not bad,” she said with a wry smile. “How long is it when hard?”

With a gasp of surprise, I protested, “A little over seven. Can I please go to my room?”

“Yeah, get out of here and next time put down a towel and have some tissues handy for fuck’s sake.” Lauren wiped me down with two she pulled from a pocket.

The cum was drying on my belly and legs. I practically ran to my bedroom in back. When we moved in, Lauren had suggested I take the family room, aka den, small kitchenette, bedroom and bathroom in the basement. Our split level house was cut into a hill and had a basement level two car garage. The remainder of the basement was basically the family room, a utility room, and a mother-in-law apartment or guest room. My bedroom, “the apartment,” was small but windowless, which I liked because I was and am a bit of a night owl, as is Lauren. Being able to black out most of the light made it easier to sleep during the day. There was a bahis siteleri small closet, a queen-size bed with flanked by two nightstands and not much else. I stared at myself in the mirror on the closet door.

I remember thinking that I had filled out finally, thanks to the gym. I wasn’t going to enter and win any bodybuilding competition, but my gamer’s pudge was gone. I thought I had an appealing face and a nice body, so I couldn’t fully understand why I still was a virgin. I had three dates in my senior year of high school, all miserable. I was awkward with girls socially.

Why had Lauren wanted to measure me? I looked at my flaccid penis and examined them in the mirror and asked myself if anything was wrong with them that would give a nurse pause. I was circumcised, my shaft had a nice heft even when soft and I couldn’t see a single blemish on my large sac.

I shook my long black hair in puzzlement, and then wondered if I needed a haircut. I peeked out my door, saw that Lauren was gone and crossed the small hallway to my bathroom to wash up. As I washed, I thought of Lauren and what had just happened. She could be weird, but I could be too sometimes. Since our mother had died, she had definitely felt responsible for me. Sometimes she could be bossy and even cold, but she certainly fell naturally into the maternal role. Both of us were alone in the new city and hadn’t yet developed any friends. Maybe that was making her stressed and stranger.

Over the next few days, I tried to forget about it. I wanked a couple of more times but the whole incident had been like a cold shower. When I did, I did it locked in my bedroom. What was new was what I was thinking when I did stroke off. Remembering how Lauren had caught me, what she saw me doing, and her measuring were humiliating but now that humiliation was fueling my libido. I had never been harder. My tastes in porn had been pretty conventional until then – big-breasted porn stars getting fucked by guys with big cocks, blowjob videos. Tentatively, I searched on words and phrases like “caught masturbating” and saw bad actors roleplay scenes similar to what had happened between Lauren and I.

When we moved into our new Central City home, Lauren had told me I didn’t have to work. She had told me to enjoy my last few months before the hard work of college began. However, she tasked me with unpacking, keeping the house clean, and generally getting things set up. Lauren also encouraged me to explore the city, get to know it and report back anything I found that was interesting. Of course I also prepared and cooked meals.

For the last several years, I had become almost obsessed with cooking and cooking shows. I wanted to be a master chef and the Bayard program was rigorous and among the top five in the country, including deep exposure to food history, biochemistry and nutrition. So I also read books on the syllabuses of upcoming courses.

It was about a week after my humiliation when Lauren and I had sat down to a late dinner. She told me about her day at work and I told her about a small but fantastic kitchen store I had found in the Yard section of Central City. During a lull in the conversation, Lauren asked me, “Have you been masturbating, David?”

“Why would you ask me that? Christ, Lauren.”

She used the excuse that she was worried that her catching me masturbating might have inhibited me sexually.

“It shouldn’t, David. Again, it’s a natural thing. I get off almost daily,” she said.

Although I shouldn’t have been surprised, for some reason I was.

“Still, I’d like it if you didn’t jack off for the next few days until I tell you to.”

I must have given her a skeptical and surprised look.

Lauren took my hand gently, looked me in the eyes and said, “Please, David. Just humor me and don’t ask questions yet, OK.”

Something in her eyes made me nod yes. I couldn’t guess what she had in mind, but I was a horny enough teenager to also hold out hope of some sort of sex game that might ultimately provide some new avenue for release.

That conversation was on a Monday. I complied, looking on it as a personal challenge of self-discipline. On Lauren’s advice, I tried to channel that energy into my chores and explorations. That week I visited all of the city and university’s museums and galleries, mowed the lawn and edged it for the first time and did a deep clean on every room. I also got a lot of course reading done.

By Friday afternoon when Lauren came home from work, my teenage sex drive had me driving fast and furious. My erections were almost constant. Because Lauren was new, her shifts still were variable, sometimes nights, sometimes days, and always stressful. She worked in an ICU. Although tired, she looked tense and told me she was going to go shower.

That’s when I had my first truly sexual thoughts about her. I was so horned up I couldn’t help it. Only in her late 20s, Lauren had a great figure. At five foot six, she had nice round curves which made her wider and her ass full, yet she wasn’t fat. I was longing to see her naked breasts.

Nevertheless, canlı bahis siteleri I was immersed in a video game, finishing up a level when she startled me by asking if I could pause my game. A minute later, I was done with the level and did. I turned my head and Lauren was standing there in her red robe, holding two towels, two bottles of lube and two boxes of tissues. The towels were draped over one arm and her hands were full with the rest.

“I think we both need to unwind,” she said as she handed me one of each.

Lauren smiled at me, and then let her robe drop behind her onto the wingback chair. She laughed at my open mouthed reaction and playfully said, “Ta-da!”

She let me stare. Her tits were had the roundness and almost the firmness of canteloupes, somewhere between large grapefruit and honeydew. They were crowned by rosy red, clearly defined and now erect nipples. I could see all of her wonderful curves clearly, unencumbered by baggy nurse scrubs. Between her legs was a thick but carefully trimmed dark bush. I was mesmerized.

Lauren sat on her robe, and then draped her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself wide.

Despite my growing erection, I protested.

“Lauren, you’re my sister. We can’t do this.”

She looked at me with her most serious expression and said, “David, we both need this. You’re a virgin and need to learn about women. I think it would make you relax around them. It turned me on seeing you masturbate. I think about it every day and I want you to see me, too. It’ll be educational.” She paused and her face took on an almost cruel but delighted look, “Oh, and David, your cock is NEVER penetrating me anywhere EVER. We’re just going to do together what we’ve been doing separately for a long time.”

Lauren dug in a pocket of her robe and pulled out a cock shaped, realistic looing vibrator and a smaller silver bullet vibrator and then started applying lube to both.

“You start, bro,” she smiled wickedly.

I sat down, lubed up and started stroking. Of course, my eyes were riveted on her as she told me that I probably had seen everything a woman has in the porn I watched, but she was going to give me some real lessons in female sexuality. Lauren started telling me the Latin names and the slang terms both. That actually seemed to turn her on as she worked the small bullet over her “labia majora” and “labia minora.” Once she finished the anatomy lesson, there were only the wet sounds of lube and masturbation, the buzz of her vibe and our heavy breathing.

Not meaning to, I loudly whispered, “Your pussy is beautiful.”

Lauren smiled a thank-you and said, “Your cock is, too. It’s so much longer than Ted’s and so thick. Don’t let it come before I tell you though. I’m going to show you something. Have you heard of edging, David?”

I shook my head no.

“It means stopping short of an orgasm, taking a time out and then starting again when things have cooled off enough. It takes discipline, but I think you’ll like it. Besides, I want us to cum together.”

This turned me on so much that less than a minute later I had to stop.

“Good boy. That makes mama proud of you.”

That was new. She never had called herself ‘mama’ or asked me to call her that.

Lauren stopped, too. We both took a moment to catch our breath.

“What was Ted’s cock like?” I asked.

“Why are you interested in Ted’s cock?” she teased back.

Before I could get verbally defensive, Lauren waved me off.

“It’s a fair question. I compared yours to his.”

She went on to describe it has just a little over five inches and uncut. In her opinion, it was the perfect size for anal sex but not for fucking.

“Even a below average cock can feel big in the butt, just as long as it’s long enough to penetrate,” Lauren explained. “And I did love sucking him. It was easy to swallow it all, and it was hot putting my tongue in his foreskin and playing with it.”

I groaned in response and my cock visibly twitched.

Lauren laughed. “Did that turn you on? The idea of sucking Ted’s cock or of being sucked by me?”

“I don’t think about sucking cock.”

Lauren said, “I don’t believe you. I bet it has a least crossed your mind and you’ve considered it, even if you haven’t fantasized about it.”

I tacitly agreed but didn’t say anything.

“I like girls. Debbie and I used to lick each other when we were between boyfriends.”

“What?!” Debbie was her best friend back in Texas, and she was very much the image of the straight, conservative, Southern Baptist girl. “Debbie licks pussy?”

“She not only licks it. I think she likes it more than I do, and I like it a lot.”

“Oh, that’s hot,” I moaned. “Can I start again?”

Lauren and I both shut up and started playing again. I was quickly getting comfortable with our arrangement, and the conversation had heated us up again.

I guess the bullet vibe had done its work, and I noticed Lauren switch to the penis vibe, which she lubed up and began working on the outside of her pussy before she began short thrusts of güvenilir bahis it into her cunt. Her scent grew stronger and I vividly remember how intoxicating the smell was in the midst of my own masturbating and high libido.

Again, we were quiet except for the buzz of the vibe, the wet sounds of sex and our occasional moans and groans. Lauren called for another break within moments.

“What were you thinking of?” she asked.

“I was thinking of sucking another guy’s cock,” I confessed.

“Oh, my God, really?”

“Well, you put the idea in my head.”

“I would love to see you suck a cock. I’ve always wanted to see two young guys do it.”

“What were you thinking of?” I asked in turn.

“I was thinking about hearing mom go down on Miss Alice.”

“What the fuck! You’re kidding!”

Lauren went on to describe how when I was four she came home early from school. They had to dismiss classes because of a massive plumbing problem. The big sewer line had backed up into all the bathrooms. So, she said it was about 1:30 p.m. when she entered the house and heard noises from our parents’ bedroom. I was down for my afternoon nap and so our mother could hear me, she had cracked the door. Lauren couldn’t see much but she could clearly hear Miss Alice, a woman a little older than mom and a town fixture, calling mom names and making her lick Alice’s ass. Lauren said she started to intervene until she realized mom was into it. Our mother clearly enjoyed the submissive role sexually, although she was no doormat outside of the bedroom.

While shocking, this story turned us both on immensely. We both started stroking and rubbing ourselves again, but this time the conversation continued.

“Yeah, I think mom and dad were swingers, too.”

“Get the fuck out.”

Lauren said there were little clues like lots of double dating and vague hints here and there. The biggest giveaway was a stash of videos and scrapbooks of their swinging, swapping with other couples and even group sex. That’s when Lauren knew for sure.

I told her I wanted to look at them, and she agreed we could look at them together sometime.

As we both were getting worked up again, Lauren asked, “Do you love me, David?”

“Of course, I love you, Lauren.”

“Would you do anything for me?”

For some reason, this question may me very horny and I gasped a heartfelt yes.

“Would you suck a big, juicy cock for me?”

I moaned a yes, and Lauren’s jerk and screamed out in a powerful orgasm, the penis vibe was buried deep as she worked the bullet near her clit. She uttered multiple “Oh … Oh … Oh” noises.

“Cum for me, David. Cum for mama.”

That pushed me over the edge and my cock started shooting long, thick ropes of cum. The edging had work, most of it landing on the towel or my belly. It took several minutes for the both of us to come down from our orgasmic highs. Lauren calmed herself first, and then came over to sit next to me.

She scooped up a good part of my load on her fingers and held them up to my mouth.

“Eat your cum,” she said with real steel in her voice.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and she proceeded to wipe the cum onto it like it was a towel.

“Swallow,” she ordered and I complied.

I was getting used to the salty, slightly bitter taste. Little did I know that the day was not far off when I would crave it.

“That was so hot. They may be the best orgasm I have had in more than a year. Wow. We’re going to keep doing this, David, if it’s not doing a number on your head to jerk off in front of your sister.”

I told her it wasn’t and I was eager to continue, too.

“Good, now go get cleaned up and come back here. I have a surprise for you.”

Intrigued, but really too blissed out to speculate, I took a quick shower and returned to the big room naked.

Lauren was texting or playing a game on her phone when I came back, but there was now something on the couch at her side covered in one of the towels.

She called me over and had me stand in front of her. Lauren examined my cock and balls.

“Good, you’re dry,” she said looking up at me. “Oh, and David, you have a great looking dick.”

Lauren reached under the towel and brought out a contraption I had never seen before that was made of shiny metal.

Lauren looked up at me again and explained.

“This is a male chastity device, David. I’m going to put it on you, and I will be your keyholder. You’re going to be giving me control over your orgasms, and this device will help me to train you to control them yourself. A man who can control his orgasm can be a great lover and when you find a girl you like I want you to be able to really impress her in the bedroom. Do you agree?”

I told her I had a lot of questions about hygiene, showers and how often I would be allowed to cum. She answered them and asked again if I would agree to wear the device. I said I would. Maybe I was a pervert after all because both flirting with incest with my sister and the idea of her controlling my cock turned me on. Maybe I was more like Mom, despite being male. Lauren explained she had taken my measurements so she could order a chastity device custom made. The cock cage went on my flaccid penis very easily, then the scrotal ring that my balls went through fit snugly behind them and it all locked in place.

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The Family D’Enfer Redux Ch. 05

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It was just after the Christmas holidays that Justine received a formal invitation at her Florence apartment. Addressed to “Madamoiselle Justine D’Enfer”, it was gold embossed and sealed with a wax bearing a family crest. The crest was an ornate sunburst whose center featured flames and a castle with the motto: “Un Familie dans l’Enfer”. Tearing it open, there was an invitation inside: “Count Frederick D’Enfer wishes to invite his niece, Madamoiselle Justine Arourae D’Enfer to the Castle D’Hiver near Geneva to pay her respects and to discuss her inheritance in the ancient D’Enfer family legacy. This invitation is only valid from three to five days after receipt, and may be only be redeemed in person.” Justine furrowed her eyebrows. Her father Franklin D’Enfer had spoken of having four brothers: his next younger brother Francis was cousin Chelsea’s father, youngest brother Ferdinand were in close contact with him, his next older brother Fabian had just died in an auto accident was closest to him; his much older brother Frederick was rarely mentioned and when he was mentioned it was dismissively. Had she seen a picture of this uncle? She couldn’t remember. She sat heavily on the bed and pouted out the icy window; Chelsea was away at a home visit and calling her brother Justin back in the States about this felt odd since it involved her inheritance and presumably not his. Classes didn’t start again for another week, and with Chelsea gone, Justine was getting bored mooching around Florence alone while Italian men leched at her. Making up her mind quickly, she made a phone call to book a flight to Geneva for early afternoon.

The flight to Switzerland was smooth, and her uncle’s chauffeur was waiting for her at the airport. The Castle D’Hiver was a breathtaking sight perched high above Lake Constance. Justine’s jaw dropped as her driver Rolf wound around the stunning lakeshore and countryside en route to the castle. Rolf was an attractive young man in his early 20’s, slim, clean shaven and blond; he responded to her inquiries enough for her to learn that his mother had been in charge of Count Frederick’s household for decades and he was also a life long servant to the family. Her flirtations w ith the young man went nowhere, however, and she arrived at the castle to be greeted by a plump middle aged woman, Frau Mittelmass, who was Rolf’s mother. She was amazed at the opulence of the surroundings: it was a profusely ornate and richly appointed grand entryway with chandelier and staircase, projecting ancient power, riches and luxury. The family crest hung from the landing opposite the front door. A distinguished man in his mid seventies came down the sweeping grand staircase to meet her. He stood at its base and opened his arms with a broad gesture: “Ah, you must be Justine. What a fair young maiden you have turned out to be. Welcome to the D’Enfer family seat at last, welcome to Castle D’Hiver and the heart of the clan. I am your uncle Frederick, Comte D’Enfer.”

Justine bobbed awkwardly, embraced him and kissed both his cheeks. He was the same height as her father, six feet, grey head and beard with hints of black still lingering. He wore a dinner jacket, silk ascot, dark slacks and velvet slippers. Returning her embrace, he squeezed her chastely and inquired: “Did you have a good trip?” She nodded in reply. “Excellent. I shall have Frau Mittelmass show you to your rooms so you can freshen up before dinner, which is served one hour from now. There are several excellent gowns in the closet you may wish to try on, perhaps one will be your costume for this evening. We will dine and afterward we will begin to get better acquainted. It is a pity that your father did not introduce you and your brother to me; you seem to be a fine young woman and it would have been wonderful to know you as a child growing up.” He turned to the woman standing near. “Frau Mittelmass, show Madamoiselle D’Enfer to the Printemps suite so that she may rest and prepare for dinner. I shall meet you in the grand dining room then, in one hour.” He swept from the room and Frau Mittelmass showed Justine up the stairs.

The suite of rooms that she was given included a balcony with a spectacular view of the lake. The huge walk in closet held scores of lovely gowns, and Justine looked them over curiously. “This isn’t really my style, but Uncle Freddie may be giving me some money, so I’d better keep him happy,” she said to herself. She settled on a blue and white flowered gown, removing her clothes and bra, retaining only her panties to put it on. Looking herself up and down in the mirror, she fiddled and adjusted it to display her soft shoulders and cleavage to best effect: if he was anything like her father, some well placed skin would curry his favor.

Dinner was in an elegant dining room. Her uncle, wearing an evening suit complete with silver cufflinks, rose to greet her from his chair by the blazing fireplace and escorted her to the long dining table to be seated at a chair at his right. The canlı bahis table was set for two with excellent porcelain and lit by a beautiful gold candelabra, whose bright yellow light competed with the warm red oozing from the fireplace. The Count spoke profusely about innocent little tidbits of family history during dinner as the courses progressed through soup, salad, entree and dessert. The fare tasted strange, as if each item was little past its prime and the accompanying wines were too sweet for her taste, but Justine nibbled what was put before her said nothing lest she antagonize her uncle. When the meal concluded, he rose from his chair and offered his elbow to escort her into the library for brandy and fine Cuban cigars. Once there, the Count seemed to loosen up and began telling stories of adventures he had in Africa, Asia and South America as they sat by the fire in overstuffed chairs smoking and drinking. There was a roaring fire that kept them warm against the chill air outside, and although she normally didn’t drink brandy or smoke cigars, Justine savored the tastes and found herself relaxing slightly while waiting for her uncle to bring up the issue of her inheritance.

Finally, her uncle came around to his point. “As you may know, I have lived most of my life as a bachelor. I married briefly as a young man, but it didn’t work out and ever since I have enjoyed the fairer sex without making a lifetime commitment. There are no children for me to claim as heirs of the family estate, so the title and the ancient legacy must pass to the children of my brothers. It is a shame that your father and I were not close; being twenty years apart in age and having two different mothers created a gulf that we have never been able to bridge. However, for the sake of the family I am willing for forget the decades of isolation and pass on the estate to his eldest child. “

“Wouldn’t my father be the next in line for the family inheritance?”

“Of course he would since my dear brother Fabian is already gone. Since Franklin has made such a fool of himself and become an international criminal, forced to live in perpetual exile, I’m afraid that disqualifies him. The family cannot bear the shame of having the head of the family wanted in most of the civilized countries of the world, I cannot even tell him where I am or how my estate will be disposed. I have but a year to live: inoperable cancer, I’m afraid. Three more months and I will be an invalid; condemned to waste away unless I can get to the Netherlands and a more compassionate solution.”

“What about my brother Justin?”

“Normally, he would have a claim, however he will not be of age in the next year and you will be. I am modern enough to pass the legacy on to the eldest, even though she has a younger brother, and I do not want the estate divided.”

Justine took a deep breath and looked around. “I think I could get used to this. What will it take to prove to you my worthiness for this?”

The Count smiled broadly. “We’ll think of something. You seem like a reasonable, intelligent young woman who understands that everything has a price. From what I’ve heard about you, I imagine that you would be willing to pay the price without any silly American Puritan inhibitions.” The Count took another sip of his brandy and a fanciful puff from his cigar. Justine tried to look nonchalant as she smoked and sipped: it was difficult to enjoy the taste of the fine Havana and brandy without the kind of leverage with her relatives she was used to having. Her uncle continued: “I fancy myself an amateur photographer, I’ve even had a show or two in Paris. That gown that you’re wearing is lovely; I would love some shots of you in that dress by the firelight.”

“All right.”

“Why don’t we begin with you standing beside the fire, resting your hand on the mantle piece?”

He took several shots with a digital camera as she posed next to the fire, sitting in the large overstuffed chair, looking at a book next to the shelf, and other simple poses. “Perhaps we should attempt something a bit more artistic. How about slipping the left side of your gown down toward your waist?” She slipped the gown down immediately; the red firelight gently caressed her bare breast and hardened the nipple as she gave the camera sultry look. Justine posed for several shots in semi undress, holding the brandy snifter and cigar; in one shot, the lit end was dangerously close to her rock hard nipple. There was a bear skin rug in front of the fire, and Justine was soon posing nude in varying positions on it. The fire died down, and the Count said at last: “Lovely, just lovely my dear. A triumph of elegant sensuality worthy of the Louvre. I would like to have some photos of you in the early morning light. Would it be an intrusion to have Frau Mittelmass awaken you before dawn?”

Justine looked calmly at her uncle. “No, not at all, I think I can bear with that for one day.”

“Bon soir, then, my dear.” kaçak iddaa He left the room, leaving her to dress and find her way back to her suite.

Dawn caressed the mountains and lake with crimson streams while Justine shivered naked on her balcony; she thought that her goosepimples were harder and larger than her nipples. The session had begun with several shots of her in a parka against the growing light, but he had insisted that she lose more and more articles of clothing until nothing protected her from the chill Alpine morning. Her uncle was relentless, ordering one position after another without a care to what the cold was doing to her. “Yes, that’s right, hold your left arm up like that.”

“I’m freezing laying on my right side on this marble railing.” Justine complained. “I hope that this picture is worth giving me frostbite.”

“Patience, my dear, patience. The D’Enfer family have been willing to suffer all kinds of hardships over the centuries to accomplish its objectives. Why, Roger D’Enfer and three of his sons marched all the way to Moscow and back with Napoleon without catching so much as a head cold; call those genes into service and you will be fine. Look over to your left and try not to shudder so much. Excellent. All right, I’ll let you come inside so we can take some photos on the bed.”

The Count took several pictures inside with Justine naked on the bed, posing her very revealing ways that she thought more pornographic than artistic; the final shots featured her on her back with her legs spread wide and her hand caressing his cunt lips. When her outrage built to the point of rebellion she calmed herself with dreams of being mistress of the grand chalet, an endless fortune at her disposal, and the life of European nobility. At last, he seemed to run out of steam and said, “I must go rest for a while my dear. After luncheon, we’ll go riding and discuss some more details about your inheritance. You may comport yourself as you wish until then.” His breathing was ragged as he left the room, and Justine dived under the covers to recover the warmth that had eluded her since the modeling session on the balcony began.

The riding excursion was pleasant enough, but her uncle didn’t say anything about the inheritance as they traversed the countryside. They did not meet anyone on this ride; if anyone appeared in the distance, the Count would steer away from them. He explained as they cantered over the landscape: “I’m a very private man, my dear, especially now that I’m growing infirm. There are few besides Frau Mittelmass that I will permit see me as I wane, and I am not in the mood to exchange pleasantries while accompanied by such a lovely young lady. Let us enjoy the solitude.”

Once they returned, the Count went to his rooms and Justine was left to while away the remainder of the afternoon to dinnertime by herself. She tried wandering the hallways and other rooms, but Frau Mittelmass shadowed her every move as if she were a distrusted intruder and Justine grew so uncomfortable with it that she retreated to her chambers. Choosing a more modest dark brown gown for dinner, she endured another distasteful formal repast without enjoyment, and allowed her uncle to escort her to the library once again.

After the doors closed on Frau Mittelmass, her uncle took a couple of pills a small bottle with some water. He then beckoned her: “Come closer, my dear, and see the lovely photos we’ve taken the past day.” He held up the digital camera so she could see the screen. “See how the firelight plays so beautifully on your skin in these shots, an excellent interplay of light and shadow. This shot of you on the rug with that insouciant smile as you hold the cigar is priceless. Oh, here are the ones we took on the balcony this morning: see how your delicious body is framed so elegantly by the crimson sky and fresh snowfall. I told you it would be worth the chill. I think this is my favorite: the smile on your face looking around your thigh while bending over and showing us everything is magnificent. Yes, there’s some fine material here.”

Justine looked at him strangely. He was nonchalant: “Yes, it would be a shame not to share these wonderful pictures.” Her face glared back in shock and rebellion. He looked at her placidly and shrugged his shoulders. “What did you think I was going to do with them? Why should I put together such a portfolio for my own amusement? There is only one thing that might stop me: if you cooperate with my requests this evening. I am ready to name you my heir and leave you everything; obviously, it would not do to have pictures circulated of the Countess D’Enfer bending over naked leaving nothing to the imagination. If you will submit to my last conditions, then the inheritance will be yours and these photos will never be seen by another living soul. Are you willing to make this bargain?” Justine paused for a moment’s thought, then tentatively nodded her head. “Good, very good. There is one kaçak bahis more thing I ask of you before we consummate the succession to the lands, titles and riches.”

“And that is?”

“The medicine I just took is Viagra. In a few short moments, I will be restored to my youthful virility. I require an evening’s loving attention from you in order to consummate your succession. Let us repair to the master bedroom so you may give me the tribute I require in order to give you everything.”

“And if I don’t do this?”

“Well, there is your cousin Chelsea, who visited me last summer and was very accommodating. In fact, we had such a lovely time that I was tempted to leave her everything, but I am willing to give you this evening to persuade me that I’ve made the right choice. Do you want to claim what is rightfully yours?”

Justine dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning the Count’s fly.

The session that followed was humiliating. Justine rebelled at the taste of the Count’s cock and his ejaculate; it was extremely bitter. She spent an endless time sitting on him: his three inch erection gave her no stimulation at all, he did nothing to help her other than paw her breasts, and she had to give an Academy Award performance to fool him into thinking he’d given her an orgasm as he finally blasted her womb. She was laying beside him on the bed, stroking the drug induced boner, when her uncle made his last demand.

“I have filled the first two orifices; now it’s time for the finale. We will conclude with a lusty session of sodomy.”

“Sodomy. No, no, you’re not going to buttfuck me, you dickhead; nobody buttfucks me.”

He leaned on his elbow and looked sharply into her eyes. “You will buttfuck me or there will be no inheritance. Chelsea did everything you have done so far this evening, with more enthusiasm, I must say, and she did not refuse this last request. In fact, unless you do better than she did, I will have to give HER everything.”

Justine bit her lip and rose slowly to her hands and knees. Three inches shouldn’t be that much of a pain, she thought to herself. He struggled to his knees and took a vial of olive oil that rested on the bedstand. He poured it generously into the crack of her ass, and began working it into her cheeks and asshole. She purred believably, moving with his invading finger; she kept her face away from the Count so he could not see the contorted expression her compliance brought. “Oh, I love that slick finger, give it to me, give it to me. You’re opening a new world of wonder for me; I can’t wait for your cock up there. Oooo, yes baby, work my asshole, you asshole,” she moaned. It took all the control she could muster not to say that last “you asshole” out loud. Finally, he huffed and puffed and stuck his cock in. He started with a slow rhythm and sped up gradually panting and blowing. “Wow, you are so tight, the tightest I’ve ever had. This feels like heaven, my dear, don’t stop, don’t stop. Yes, when I explode up your rectum, your inheritance will be sealed,” he said as he labored to finish. Justine gritted her teeth and did her best to buck against him, gripping him as best she could with her rectum, moaning and pretending that she was approaching an orgasm as well. It didn’t take long before he shot his wad up her ass and he held himself inside her buried to the hilt while he spent himself. Justine faked another orgasm and milked his cock with her asshole until he fell off onto the bed behind her and into a deep sleep.

She took at look at him lying there and inspected his penis: the Viagra had worn off for certain. The clock on the mantelpiece said 9:00PM, and it was time to get out of there. She got up, put her gown back on and slipped out of the room.

First, she went back to the library and rummaged through the count’s desk. There were some odd papers there addressed to someone else, but the will he had shown her was on top. An inner drawer unexpectedly unlocked held a bonus: the digital camera with her shots. She took it, and thought for a moment: did she want to erase those embarrassing shots? At last she decided not to; it might give Justin a laugh and would be proof that she was there in case he decided to contest the will. Slipping silently down the hallway to her room, she slid out of the gown without hanging it back up, put on her traveling clothes and quickly packed her things. The hallway in the servant’s quarters was silent: the first door on the left emitted loud lusty female snores, but there was a light on across the hall. She burst through the door without knocking.

Rolf was lying on his bed naked, holding a German porn magazine and masturbating. He froze when she entered, wordlessly. She broke the awkward silence: “Well, I haven’t seen a dick that big for a while. How would you like two hundred dollars and relief for your erection?” He nodded silently as she came over and sat on the bed.

Justine took off her heavy shawl, blouse and bra to sit beside him and stroke his seven inches. “This is so beautiful after what I’ve been through today, and I love the blond pubic hair. I’ll make you explode in ecstasy and give you two hundred dollars if you’ll take me to the airport tonight, right now.”

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Night had fallen and Kelly was all alone in the living room of her suburban home.

Sagging against one arm of the couch, the nineteen year old had her eyes on the television screen but was actually paying very little attention to the sitcom that was running. There was something preying on her mind right now, something that was far more important.

To her dismay, it was beginning to look like she had seriously screwed up her relationship with her little sister by having sex with her that morning.

How else to explain the fact that Lori had been avoiding her all day? Or, that she hadn’t been able to meet her eyes since their misadventure in the bathroom? It was so bad between them, in fact, that right now, with the siblings all alone in the house as their mother was out on a date, the younger woman was hiding in her bedroom behind a closed door.

It was all her fault, too. It was she who had started all of the trouble, after all.

The sound of a door opening caught her attention and she sat up quickly, listening to the light footfalls padding their way along the hallway. Her sister had finally emerged from her room!

Walking around the corner, Lori stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her big sister sitting there, looking down. It broke Kelly’s heart to see how uncomfortable Lori was in her presence now and her instinctive reaction was to find some way to fix this, but she would not be given the chance to apologize.

Raising her eyes again, eighteen year old Lori softly wondered, “What are you watching?”

“What?” Television was not what was on Kelly’s mind right now and so the question confused her for a moment, and then she had to look at the screen to see what was on. “Oh, it’s ‘The Big Bang Theory Of How I Met Your Mother.'”

“Cool. That’s a pretty good show.”

Lori started moving again then, coming the rest of the way into the living room and sitting down. She might have been willing to join her sister on the couch, but it hurt Kelly so much to see that she chose to sit as far away from her as she possibly could, leaning against the opposite arm.

“Look, I’m really, really sorry about what happened this morning!”

The younger teen seemed surprised by her sister’s sudden outburst. “You are? How come? I mean, I thought it was pretty incredible!”

Kelly was startled. Her sister really didn’t have any problem with their incestuous encounter? “You liked it?”

“Of course, silly. If you’ll recall, I didn’t do any complaining at the time! For that matter, until mom showed up and almost caught us red-handed, I was even prepared to go jump into bed with you! What on earth would give you the stupid idea that I was upset over our little toilet romp?”

“You have been avoiding me all day, Lori.”

The younger woman blinked. “What? I haven’t been avoiding . . .? Oh, wait a moment! I get it now! You thought that because I’ve been in my room so much today.” Lori laughed a little. “I’m sorry about that, Kelly. The truth is that I did that because of my own hang ups, not because of you or because I regretted what we did.”

Kelly let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders by this revelation. “What hang ups?”

Lori’s cheeks flushed warmly and she looked away again. “Having mom practically catch us in the act like that just kind of weirded me out. I mean, can you imagine what would have happen if she ever found out that her daughters were fooling around? I have a feeling that it wouldn’t be pretty!”

“So you weren’t hiding from me,” the other girl ventured, “but you were hiding from mom?”

“Sort of, I guess.”

After all of the worrying she’d done, Kelly needed one final reassurance. “So, we’re cool then?”

Lori smiled warmly. “We’re cool.”

This was a warm and fuzzy moment for both of them and the two teenagers spent a little time just enjoying it, each of them reaching out to take hold of a hand and give it a squeeze. They were doing nothing less than reconnecting and, though no words were spoken, none were needed either.

Then, with a smile on her face big enough to light up the whole room, Lori shifted so that she could stretch out on the couch, her head coming to rest on her big sister’s lap.

Kelly was a bit surprised by this move, but was also obviously quite pleased. She had such a huge smile on her face now that it was starting to make her cheeks hurt and could not have resisted the impulse to stroke the other girl’s hair even if she’d tried.

The purr of contentment that rose from Lori was eloquent.

The television show was by now completely forgotten as Kelly could not tear her eyes away from the beautiful young woman’s profile for even an instant, carefully brushing the long hair back so that she could have an even better look at it. There was an undisguised expression of adoration on Kelly’s face right then, though Lori couldn’t see it.

Kelly petted her sibling’s hair with long, smooth strokes, marveling at the intensely sensual bahis siteleri feeling that was provoked as the silky strands flowed easily through her fingers. It only increased the pleasure she was taking in all of this tenfold when she could see for herself that Lori was enjoying this just as much as she was.

There was a sweet, even romantic atmosphere between them that night, a magical feeling that neither of them could remember ever being able to enjoy with any of their boyfriends. There was a spark here, a chemistry that was close to overpowering.

Without even thinking about it, Kelly now let her fingers drift to that face she had been enjoying so much. As light and gentle as the caress of a feathers tip, the teen slowly traced out all of those lovely features she had been admiring – the gentle slope of her nose, the full curve of the pouting lips, the point of the chin, the softness of the skin and so on.

With a long, deep, and very happy sigh, Lori let her eyes flutter closed at these intimate little touches, focusing her full attention on savoring every last one of them to the fullest.

When her older sister’s fingertips trailed ever so gently down to the underside of her chin, Lori lifted her face a little to make sure the other girl would have full access to her slender neck. The younger girl couldn’t keep a little moan from escaping her lips as she felt that stroking hand slowly and lovingly examine every inch of her throat before drifting down to her chest.

As she laid there and enjoyed all of those tender caresses, Lori was amazed to realize just how aroused she was getting. She had never felt anything like this before in all her life and she was astonished. With just a few little touches, her sister was getting her hotter than any of her boyfriend’s enthusiastic but inexpert attempts at lovemaking had ever done.

She put it down to the fact that she was now with someone that she knew without question loved and cared about her, not to mention that she was absolutely certain that she could trust her with her life. Of course, it also helped that Kelly was making so much more of an effort at foreplay than her guy ever had!

In truth, Kelly was every bit as turned on as her sibling was and, with her wandering hand already straying closer and closer to them, it was only natural that the teen’s gaze should eventually drift down to the pert bosom that filled out her sister’s top, her eyes zeroing in on the erect peaks. It pleased her no end to think that Lori had come to see her this evening without a bra, probably hoping to show her breasts off to her.

Even if their mother had been standing over them, watching every moment of this inappropriate touching, there was no way Kelly could now have kept her hand from moving down to gently but firmly take hold of one of those firm boobs.

A gasp escaped Lori as she was grabbed and her hand shot up to grip her sister’s wrist tightly. Kelly hesitated, wondering if this meant that she was going too far or too fast for the other girl’s liking. She waited for a few excruciatingly long moments, but when Lori did not try to push the hand off her breast, Kelly finally understood that it was okay to continue.

What happened in the bathroom that morning had been fast and kind of violent, leaving very little opportunity for sensuality or exploration, so Kelly now took her own sweet time in fondling her sister through her blouse.

As her stroking, caressing hands carefully examined the shape of that firm young bosom, as she fingered the hardened nipples that were threatening to stab holes straight through the other woman’s top, Kelly found herself breathing harder and harder and thought her heart might be about to pound it’s way right out of her chest. She was boiling, feeling so hot that she wondered how she wasn’t just bursting into flame right there.

To put it bluntly, she was very, very aroused – much more than any of her boyfriends had ever gotten her, much more even than she had gotten at that riotous slumber party.

Kelly would soon grow weary of having the thin cloth of that blouse between her and what were now her favorite toys and so she started unbuttoning the younger girl’s top without a second thought.

A whimper of pure pleasure rose from Lori and her grip on the other girl’s weakened, her hand finally falling away again as her shirt was opened up. Though she was careful not to move from her place on her sister’s lap, Lori shifted her position slightly so that she was on her back a little more, hoping it would make it easier for the other woman both to see and grab her breasts.

In the meantime, the movement certainly didn’t seem to slow Kelly down and she soon had every last one of those buttons undone. Without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled the front of the girl’s blouse wide open to expose those firm breasts to her hungry eyes.

Looking up at her sister’s face, Lori found nothing but undisguised adoration and intense desire there. It was an expression that made her canlı bahis siteleri heart skip a beat and she knew that it was mirrored on her own face. Getting one hand underneath herself a little awkwardly, she pushed herself up from her sister’s lap for just long enough to give her the sort of deep, passionate kiss that a person could feel from their head to their toes, leaving them both breathless and with dancing eyes.

Kelly’s hand found it’s way back to the other girl’s heaving breasts then. Burying her face in her big sister’s neck, Lori moaned deeply as she felt her newly bared bosom being skillfully manipulated by nimble fingers. However much she may have enjoyed being groped before, the pleasure seemed to be tripled when her blouse was out of the way and it was flesh on flesh.

Once more, Kelly was not to be hurried and she spent what seemed like an eternity slowly running her handover every inch of both of her sister’s breasts, paying particular attention to those large and by now painfully erect nipples. With just the two of them in the house, Lori did not try to muffle any of the noise she was making, moaning and whimpering as she was taken to heights of arousal she had never dreamed existed.

Squirming and writhing, almost undulating as she enjoyed the other teen’s ministrations, Lori soon lost her balance and collapsed back onto her big sister’s lap. However much she may have been enjoying this though, the time had finally come when she needed something more and she used both hands to hurriedly and clumsily unfasten her jeans.

Lori was enjoying the manipulation of her tits so much that she had been planning on stuffing her own hand down her pants so that it could continue, but Kelly had been watching what she was doing and managed to get in there first. The younger girl was disappointed when her sister abruptly gave up on her breasts, but was only too happy to open her legs wide nonetheless.

Sliding her hand inside her little sister’s jeans and her panties, too, Kelly took possession of the boiling, sopping wet cunt she found within.

“Oh, my God . . .”

As Kelly’s fingers slid firmly over the soaking wet and superheated flesh inside her sister’s pants, she revealed that she was going to be in no more of a hurry now than she had been before. Given the fact that Lori was already about to explode, the younger woman was quite annoyed when she realized that her sibling meant to stroke and caress her down there with the same thoroughness she had brought to her breasts.

There was a needy, pleading tone to Lori’s voice as she chanted, “Please, baby! Make me come for you! Make me come for you! Make me come . . .”

Kelly was merciless though and did not give her the relief she was begging for, not even when one of Lori reached down there herself to desperately but clumsily paw at her sister’s exploring hand from outside her pants. She did her very best to get her big sister to focus some attention on the very erect and practically vibrating clitoris, but Kelly just seemed to ignore the flailing and fumbling hand as she proceeded with the caressing of Lori’s cunt.

The young woman was going out of her mind. She was amazed at how her sister was able to maintain such precise control over her highly aroused and extremely excited body, keeping her from the release of an orgasm while running her fingers over every last fold and crevice of her juicy pussy. Still unaware of Kelly’s experience at the slumber party, she imagined herself to be her sister’s one and only lesbian lover and wondered how she could possibly know how to do such things to her.

That control was lost however when Kelly finally dared to try to continue her explorations by going inside.

From the moment she felt that first fingertip slip even a little ways up into her, Lori finally exploded in a massive orgasm, the biggest of her young life. Her whole body convulsing, writhing, and bucking, she nonetheless managed to once more lever herself up, throwing an arm around her sister and burying her face in Kelly’s neck.

With a wide grin on her face, Kelly chose to just sit tight and ride out the storm, keeping her hand still in the other girl’s pants while Lori endured her earth shaking climax, the joyous scream she was trying to utter coming out as nothing more than a choked groan. Wrapping her free arm around her little sister, Kelly embraced her tightly, helping to support her.

It did seem to take an inordinately long time, but gradually the orgasm Lori was enjoying so very, very much began to fade. Left gasping breathlessly like a fish out of water, seeming to practically glow from a mixture of sweat and ecstasy, she could do nothing but lie there sprawled and savor every last trace of the pleasure that was coursing through her limp body.

As Lori finally started to settle down again, Kelly slowly slipped her fingers back out of the clutching, velvety warmth of the other teenager’s pussy, letting her fingertips stroke ever so lightly across the swollen clitoris güvenilir bahis in passing.

Still very aroused after being so wonderfully caressed by her sibling and with every inch of her super sensitive even now, this little bump was all it took to set Lori off again. Though she didn’t feel like she even had the strength to lift her eyelids, she suddenly found herself having an orgasm that was even bigger and more powerful than the last one!

Kelly yelped when the other woman inadvertently bit down on her collarbone while she was being consumed by this second climax, pulling back just in time to keep any blood from being drawn.

Cradling her sister close until the storm had passed, pressing tender kisses to her lips, Kelly felt incredibly proud of herself.

Raising the hand that had been down the front of her little sister’s pants to find the fingers dripping with Lori’s juices in the aftermath, Kelly made Lori watch as she licked and sucked until they were clean of every last drop.

The other teen did watch, too – her eyes wide and very interested. Lori was feeling utterly spent and exhausted after being taken the long way around to those two powerful orgasms, but this sight had her stirring back to life already. She had all the stamina and energy youth had to offer, backed by a hormone fueled boost of lust and passion, so she had her second wind in what may have been record time.

Rolling off the couch and indeed her sister, Lori rose up on wobbly legs to give the other girl a smoldering look with her blouse still wide open and her pants slipping slowly down her legs. The young woman took a deep breath as she prepared to pounce, planning on giving back everything she had just been given.

She was going to devour Kelly’s juicy pussy! She was going to worship Kelly’s generously sized breasts! She was going to kiss Kelly so deeply and so thoroughly that their grandchildren would still be able to taste it! She was going to give Kelly so many orgasms that she would be feeling them for the rest of her life!

Just as she started to move though, everything came to a screeching halt thanks to the sound of a door being opened. It was the back door, the two teens knew, the one leading out to the garage, and it could only mean that their mother was back early from her date.

With a panicked squeal, Lori tugged her top closed over her body with one hand, hauled her jeans up with the other, and took off for her bedroom at a dead sprint. Terrified of being caught in such a compromising position, she was practically out of sight and slamming the door behind her before her mother had even closed the back door.

Kelly sat frozen on the couch and watched her go, so shocked that she was unable to get any of her muscles to work.

She’d been left feeling more than a little frustrated to be sure, considering that she had gotten pretty wound up herself while fondling her little sister, but she was also dealing with quite a strong sense of deja vu. Hadn’t her last lovemaking session with Lori been brought to a premature end in exactly this same way?

It was only when her mother came around the corner and entered the living room that Kelly began to think about what she looked like. She was certain that she must have been a mess after everything that just happened, that her erect nipples must have been obvious as they poked through her shirt, and that the love bite she had earned must have been very vivid. Her mother would figure out what she had been doing with just one glance!

Grabbing up a throw pillow, she pressed it to her chest quickly, trying but failing to make it look like she wasn’t hiding anything.

She looked so suspicious sitting there clutching that pillow that it was very fortunate indeed that her mother hardly even glanced in her direction as she passed, giving her only a distracted wave as she stomped by. From where she was on the far side of the room, Kelly couldn’t quite hear what her mother was muttering under her breath, but it sounded very much like she was cursing all things male.

As soon as her mother vanished from sight, Kelly tossed aside the pillow and made a dash for her own bedroom, pushing the door shut behind her.

Breathing hard after her close call, the young woman made her way over to the mirror to see for herself just how bad she looked. She decided that she didn’t really look as awful as she’d feared, but thanked God even so that her mother hadn’t taken a very good look at her. The wound on her collar bone was just as big and purple as she’d feared however and she couldn’t help but wince when she lightly touched it.

The bite meant that she would have to be careful about what she wore for the next few days so that her mother didn’t see it, but she didn’t really mind that, considering the injury to be nothing less than a badge of the special, if secret love she now enjoyed.

She had just turned away from her mirror when she was given a serious start by the door next to her suddenly flying open. Launching herself into the room in her nightshirt, Lori paused for only a moment to slam the door shut again behind her, then grabbed her sister and shoved her down onto the bed. Without wasting a single moment, she started working to get Kelly’s jeans pulled down, jerking and tugging hard.

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Female Ejaculation

One woman I knew stands out for her technique. She had a unique method of bringing a guy to climax, which was obviously well-practiced :}

I do have a weakness for women who like to suck cock. And there is a special place in my heart for the ones who take the initiative at the start, going down on me the first time we have sex.

Of course, you never can tell quite how it will happen until, well, when it happens. There’s usually an element of suspense, even surprise; that’s how it happened with one gal I met in California.

We had a date, we got along well, and I was interested in more. So was she; she invited me to San Diego, where I met her family, and asked me “to spend a night with the ocean.”

I couldn’t tell what she had in mind, but I figured it would be a hot time.

On the beach at La Jolla, it was dark, with very few people around. I was ready when she was. We kissed and fell to the sand as I explored the shape of her body.

I moved to unfasten her clothing. But she stopped bedava bahis me, saying it wasn’t cool. I was confused. I couldn’t have guessed that what she had in mind didn’t require her to be undressed.

She led me to a secluded place where there some large boulders. One of them was a flat rock; she instructed me lie on it, on my side.

Then she lay down next to me — upside down, as it were! Facing my loins, she pawed at my jeans’ zipper.

I got her message. I unfastened my belt, unzipped my fly, and slid my briefs down far enough to expose my cock and balls.

She took my cock in her mouth, warm and wet. Massaging it with her tongue, it soon swelled in her mouth and became erect.

Of course, the first time a woman sucks your cock, you can’t be sure where it’s going. Will she finish you off? Will she quit? Will she spit? All you can do it wait — and hope.

When I became fully erect, she began to work me in a way I’d never experienced with any woman before (or since). Using casino siteleri just her lips, and holding her tongue back, she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and slid down to the base of the shaft, with just enough friction to cause a delicious feeling to well up inside me.

Then she stopped.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but when a man is stimulated, and then it stops, there’s a little throb that occurs in his cock after a few seconds. That means it wants more.

That’s what she was looking for. When she saw my cock throb, she went down and did it again. Lightly down the shaft, just once. I could feel the fluids building inside my groin.

Again she waited for the telltale throb; it happened a little quicker this time. Again she went down, stretching the sking of the shaft just enough to turn me on more. I wanted to cum.

Yet again she worked down the length of my cock. By this time it stood up like a swollen, rigid banana. I strained for release as she went bahis siteleri down with her mouth.

A fifth time, a sixth time; my cock ached, I felt like a dam ready to burst.

What she did next caught me completely by surprise.

Now she was ready to pull my trigger.

Without further ado, she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and sucked hard, drawing her tongue up on the most sensitive part, the little ridge of skin underneath the head.

In a fraction of a second, I exploded. My body arced up like I’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. Still she stayed on it. The first squirt of sperm came out like a firehose at full blast. Again and again I pumped in her mouth, helpless to resist as she absorbed me.

When I was spent, she rose up suddenly and thrust her tongue in my mouth; I could taste what she tasted.

That was it. Over the next month, she blew me every time we had sex. I think to some extent it was her method of birth control, but she did say she enjoyed the pleasure it gave me.

Her technique of bringing me to orgasm was the same, though I now knew what to expect. But it was even more satisfying, since, well, I knew what she wanted, and she knew what I wanted!

It was quite a while ago, but I will never forget.

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Lauren was butt naked and choking on her bosses cock while he sat in his office chair. Her pussy was just barely kissing the filthy and stained floor. The thrums and beating of the house music was making its way into the office and Lauren could feel her body shaking. The room was just as it always was, dark, poorly lit, and walls covered in posters of naked women, most with cumstains on their bodies and faces, most of them past strippers. Lauren herself quickly made it on to the wall after only a few days of working. She was on her knees with a smile on her cum-soaked face, flanked by two black dicks she had only just sucked off.

“That’s good,” Her boss moaned. “You’ve gotten a lot better these last few days. Been a good little whore and fucked around, have you?” He slapped Lauren’s face for emphasis.

In response Lauren stuck her tongue out and licked her disgusting boss’s ball sack. Her pussy flooded at the taste.

Lauren had been fucking a lot. Her dad and her brothers had her going several times a day. Most mornings they would use her body on their parent’s bed while their mom was taking a shower in the other room. Lauren couldn’t make too much noise or she’d hear so while her brothers double penetrated her, her dad would fuck her throat. Of course their mom took less time in the shower then their sex so as soon as they heard the shower turn off they would quickly up and leave and face fuck her in her room, not even bothering to close the door behind them. There had already been six close calls where her mom had exited the shower only a fraction of a second after they had left for Lauren’s room.

Lauren was terrified every time they brought her to her parent’s room. She couldn’t imagine how her mom would react if she left the bathroom and caught the four of them on her side of the bed. But even though Lauren thought it was a terrible idea her dad loved the risk.

He told her how much it turned him on to fuck his daughter so close his wife. And it got to the point where the morning fuck wasn’t enough for him. At breakfast and more and more dinners he would cover for her, telling his wife that she was studying or already at school, while in actuality she was underneath the table linens cock worshiping her daddy’s dick.

And that wasn’t the only risk they began taking. After filling his daughters pussy up with his cum Lauren was laying on her bed exhausted when her dad rummaged around in her drawers and took out her pills, tossing them out the window. When she demanded an explanation he shook his head, not believing himself, simply saying, “It turns me on, knowing the risk we’re taking.”

Of course her brothers had been having plenty of fun with her as well. They always fucked before and after practice, and even joined in with Sarah and her brother every now and again.

The four friends had become very close over their sluttiness. Once the photos of Elizabeth had emerged and spread across town like wildfire, she confessed to fucking her dad and brother, and probably being pregnant by one of them. And then Rachel told them she’d been screwing her dad for months now. Soon enough they bonded over their addiction to cock and cum.

“I’m going to meet the first of your friends on Thursday.” Her employer said as her head bobbed up and down.

Lauren was hoping they’d get jobs at the same strip club she was working at. They all sent emails to the owner and she had been putting in good word for a while now.

Lauren pulled his dick out and slapped her face a few times, “Which one?’

“The one with bigger tits.” Lauren got up from the wet dick and sat her wet pussy on his cock. She gasped as the thick meat sank inside her tight hole. It was funny to her that it took her two weeks of getting faced fucked and practically raped by her boss to finally learn his name was Gary. It also turned her on, but so did everything now.

“That’s Sarah,” she replied as she started gyrating on his lap.

“As long as I get to fuck her like a whore, then I don’t really care.” Gary gripped Lauren’s hips and sucked on one of her nipples as he pounded in and out of her.

When he finished inside her Lauren tallied off another man that probably impregnated her. But in actuality she had already lost count.

Cum still leaking out of her eighteen year old pussy she put on a tiny top that barely held her fat tits, matched by a red thong and thigh high pantyhose, and a short white skirt that didn’t cover her ass in the slightest.

She danced on several men, and stayed clothed for a grand total of twelve minutes before she was bare ass naked again and dancing on the main pole. After that it didn’t take long for her to be given fifty dollars to be ass fucked by a fat old man. She moaned like a whore, and climaxed from his hard dick.

When she first started she had to be paid two hundred to belong to someone, but after a few days of work she Gary brought the price down when he saw that she was giving it out for free to men who didn’t want to pay the higher price.

After illegal bahis the old man two black men spit roasted her for all to see. They’re dicks were long and thick, and she was in heaven.

After her shift was over, she left the strip club in her school outfit. Her outfits, like her friends, had gotten much sluttier over the past few weeks. That day she was wearing tiny jean shorts that showed off her ass, and a tiny white tank top that did nothing to hide her nipples or her midriff, and her red high heels. Her cleavage was displayed beautifully, and the tank top exposed her side boob.

Lauren made her way to her car but knew what was coming next. A group of men came out from behind the strip club and grabbed her, covering her mouth and holding her arms. It was a local gang that didn’t want to pay the money to fuck her, so ever day after work they would grab and rape her behind the club. Gary had seen it happen several times and didn’t say anything, sometimes even joining in. Today he did.

They started off by making her suck on all of their dicks. Soon after they double penetrated her and pit roasted her, taking turns. Sometimes even putting two dicks in any of her holes. When they were close to finishing they laid her on her back on the hood of their car and took turns fucking her pussy. By the end of it Lauren had over a dozen loads of cum in her pussy.

The first time she resisted and they made it worse for her, slapping her around and fucking her roughly. After that Lauren resigned to it and let them ravage her. And to be honest she liked it. After all she knew she was a babe and not many girls like her and her friends were as slutty as them. So they had to pleasure any man that wanted their bodies. They were whores and deserved to be fucked like prostitutes.

After they gang-raped her she put on her clothes and drove home. She had to go to bed soon, it was already midnight on a Tuesday and she had school the next morning.

***

At school the next morning Rachel, Lauren, and Sarah were waiting on Elizabeth. Ten minutes before class started Elizabeth came back, wiping the cum from her mouth. She had taken to sucking off a lucky guy in the morning. She would grab someone at random and let him face fuck her in the guys bathroom.

Elizabeth was wearing a tight white t-shirt and yoga shorts a size too small, so that her ass was hanging out shamelessly. Her nipples could just barely be seen under the shirt, and was so small that her midriff showed.

Sarah was wearing tight red shorts that served more as larger panties, and a tight V-neck t-shirt, showing most of her cleavage with ankle socks and flats. Her hair was especially curly and smooth as if cascaded down her back and shoulders.

Rachel was wearing a small maroon halter top and jean shorts as that were as small as Sarah’s her make up was perfect and hair was straight and silky.

Lauren wore a loose navy blue blouse with no sleeves so her side boobs and cleavage were showing for everyone to see. And a tiny red skirt that stopped halfway down her ass.

None of them were wearing panties or bras.

They had made it into a competition to see who could dress sluttier for the day. Today Lauren was winning because of the blouse, but Sarah was usually the one who showed the most skin. They were also seeing who would get forced to change first, and who could convince the teacher to fuck them instead. But so far no one had made them go change into other clothes so they hadn’t gotten a chance. But that didn’t stop them from flirting with their male teachers. Elizabeth was getting fucked by Mr. McLaren regularly.

Lauren wanted to fuck one of her teachers, but so far to no avail, but she wasn’t worried. There were plenty of horny men in her high school.

The four of them chatted away that morning. Every now and again someone would come up and grab or slap Elizabeth’s ass. Right now Elizabeth was the only one of them that ever one knew was a slut since her pictures surfaced and theirs hadn’t. But the others were about to let their reputation blossom pretty soon.

When the bell rang they all left for their respective classes.

Lauren’s day was pretty boring at first. She was getting a few looks from guys and teachers, but not as many people had fondle her ass or tits, and she had only given one blowjob in class today. It was to one of the more popular seniors who grabbed, and dragged her behind one of the staircases and raped her face. She tried shoving him off and pulling him out because she couldn’t breath and had class, but he was pretty forceful. Plus she kind of liked it.

After her algebra class the bell rang for her lunch period. The periods worked in sections so the entire cafeteria was packed with the entire school. Lauren’s period was he first one and right after her class which she was pretty glad for.

She was on her way to the cafeteria to meet some of the team for her lunch period when some guys she knew caught her attention casino siteleri and started flirting with her. At first it was innocent enough but as the crowd of migrating students and teachers thinned the boys started to eye fuck her more and more, and soon began to touch her.

They were touching her thighs and lower back, occasionally flicking her blouse, trying to catch a peek of her tits.

One of the guys grabbed a handful of her ass when they got called out. “Boy’s! Back to class” It was Mr. Smith, Lauren’s old gym teacher from sophomore year. “Lauren, can I speak with you?”

The boys grumbled and left for class, eyeing Lauren up and down. Lauren followed Mr. Smith to his office.

When he sat down behind his desk he motioned for her to sit across from him. His office wasn’t very large, and was next to the main gym. It had a large glass panel that out looked over the boy’s locker room below it. It was connected to the locker room by a door and a staircase just outside.

Lauren sat, nervous but excited. Mr. Smith was an attractive man more than twice her age. His hair was greying lightly on the edges. He was just over six foot tall and very fit with a strong jaw.

“Lauren I wanted to talk to you because I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to change into your gym clothes.” Lauren perked up at the opportunity. “I’ve been seeing you dress similarly lately and I was hoping you’re parents would do something but now that it’s affecting some of the boys and teachers I’m going to put my foot down.”

Lauren bit her lip, “But Mr. Smith, I’m not doing anything wrong.”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yes you are. You see when you dress like that you’re inviting men to use you. When you dress like a slut then people will think you’re a slut, and you can’t blame them for treating you like one. If it were like back in the day you’d be spanked until you learned your lesson, but since they’ve done away with corporal punishment I have to make you change.”

“Well, if you think it will teach me a lesson then I’ll let you spank me.”

“Excuse me?” he asked dumbly.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” Lauren hiked her skirt up so that her ass was bare, and bent over his desk. She wiggled her sculpted ass enticingly. “Well, are you going to teach me a lesson?”

Mr. Smith looked wildly uncomfortable, looking back and forth at Lauren, and the wide open door. “I can’t do that Lauren, I’ll get in a lot of trouble. Now put your skirt back on.”

“Bu Mr. Smith you just told me I had to take it off. Besides, I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Mr. Smith swallowed hard. After slowly getting up, Mr. Smith closed the door and locked it. “If we’re going to do this you have to swear you won’t tell anyone.” Lauren swore. “Ok, but I don’t think you’ll like this as much as you think.” Mr. Smith stood to Lauren’s side, and lined his hand up with her round ass.

He spanked her hard and Lauren yelped. He hit her again and she cried out. When he looked at her face, he could see the pained expression etched on her face, but there was a level of pleasure on her lips.

After the fourth spank her cheeks were reddening and she was breathing heavily. Despite his better judgment he began rubbing her globes of ass, taking it in for all it was worth. That was when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. Not even a slutty G-string.

He spanked her again and she squealed. “You really are enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Yes,” She said breathlessly. Mr. Smith spanked her hard for another ten strokes on each cheek. When he was finished he pulled her up.

“Now go change into new clothes.” He told her.

“But sir, I don’t have any change of clothes. Do you have any extra gym uniforms in here.”

Mr. Smith was hesitant, unsure of what to do. Finally he decided to give her a uniform. He threw it on his desk. “There, no go change.”

Lauren bit her lip again. “Yes, sir.” Suddenly, right in front of Mr. Smith Lauren dropped her skirt, and pulled her blouse over her head. She was butt naked except for her flats in front of Mr. Smith, who simply stood there, looking at her in shock.

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. Then Mr. Smith grabbed her head and kissed her fiercely. He shoved her down to her knees, where she quickly un-buckled, and unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing erection.

She licked him until his dick was glistening. “Mr. Smith, you’re sooo biiiig, I can’t wait to get it all the way down.” She opened up wide and filled her mouth with his dick. She began to bob her head up and down, quicker and faster until the only way she could go faster was with his help.

He grabbed the back of her head and forced her down on his thick meat, thrusting into her throat repeatedly. Lauren slobbered and choked on his meat, letting him fuck her throat as hard and rough as he could.

Mr. Smith could feel the back of Lauren’s throat, and watching poker siteleri his dick plunge into her eighteen year old mouth was driving him wild. Lauren’s eyes were watering, smearing her bit of mascara. Spittle and pre-cum were dripping from her lips. And when she looked up at him she poked her tongue out to lick his ball sack.

Lauren took her head off of his dick and sat on his desk, spreading her legs so he could see her bare glistening pussy for all it was worth. Mr. Smith grabbed her by the hips and plunged his dick into her sopping cunt. Lauren moaned loudly.

“Quiet,” He hissed. “We can’t let any of the teachers hear us.”

Mr. Smith pumped into Lauren, and she pushed back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You don’t want anyone to know your fucking your student?” Lauren asked. “You don’t want to brag to your friends how you stuck your cock into an eighteen year olds pussy and fucked her in your office, or how you spanked her for being a little whore?”

He fucked her harder and faster, fondling her tits and biting her neck. He pushed her down so that she was on her back and he could get a full view of her body as he fucked her. “Sluts like you deserve to be fucked. It’s your responsibility to pleasure man whenever they want to use you.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Fuck me Mr. Smith! Use me. I need to learn a lesson. Fuck the lesson into my pussy. Fill me up with you cum.”

The bell rang twice as they fucked. At the last one they could hear people move through the halls, but that didn’t stop them from fucking. In fact Mr. Smith pulled out and picked her up, bringing her to the window panel overlooking the boys locker room. He slammed her against the glass, pressing her tits onto the see through panel.

“Are you going to fuck me in the ass Mr. Smith. I really hope you do, I think I need an extra special lesson right in my back hole.”

Obliging her Mr. Smith pulled her ass towards him so that it was sticking out behind Lauren, and spread her ass cheeks. Using only her juices as lube he slipped into her asshole. Lauren gasped loudly as he sunk his prick inside her colon. But she also gasped because right as he was putting his prick inside her ass, her friends Chris and Ben from Mr. Smiths other period came into the locker room. The last bell marked when Mr. Smith’s class was done watching a movie after weight lifting, and when they could go and change. And his weight lifting class was greeted with the image of their coach fucking an eighteen-year-old babe anally in the middle of the school day. There were at least twenty of them. They started to cheer and clap for their teacher.

“See that, they like what they see.” He punished her asshole, fucking her anally roughly and painfully. Lauren screamed into the glass with half lidded eyes and an open mouth, lolling her tongue out for them to see. She was having a huge climax as he pounded her ass and pulled on her curly hair. He slapped her butt cheek, “Once, I’m done fucking you like a slut, I’m going to give you over to them.”

He peeled her off the glass and forced her on her back so he could straddle her sexy belly and put his dick in between her round globes of tits. Pressing them tightly on his cock, and using his pit to lubricate it more, Mr. Smith raped her tits, and held her face close to his prick, which popped out from between her tits every time he stroked forward. Lauren licked the tip of his cock, until finally he shot a dozen thick streams of semen onto her face and mouth.

When he pushed her out of his office she had to quickly make it to the locker room so no one would see her in her nakedness. The moment she stepped on the floor of the locker room twenty well built seniors grabbed at her and gang raped her. They put her on a bench and spit roasted her while others jacked off towards her naked body.

Lauren was feeling abused and used. She had no idea that it would go here. A lot of these guys were rumored to be rapists and drug dealers. She thought her Ben and Chris would be gentle on her, maybe even stop the others from fucking her, but they were the first ones on her. Ben jammed his long dick into her throat, and Chris slammed his cock into her pussy.

“Ugh, Lauren, I’ve jacked off to the thought of your naked body so many times.” Ben said as he forced her to deep throat his dick. “I’ve always hoped to fuck you.”

Chris slapped her ass hard, “I’ve always known you were a whore. There was no way a sexy little girl like you hadn’t bee fucked before. I bet you’ve been a whore for years, pleasuring men like a good little girl.”

Lauren couldn’t say anything or defend herself with Ben’s eight-inch cock hilt deep inside her mouth and throat. And obviously it was hard to argue with them, especially when Chris flipped her over so that she was on top riding him. He spread her ass cheeks and within seconds there was someone in her asshole that she knew had drugged one of her friend’s drinks so she would pass out and he could rape her.

But Lauren found herself not caring very much as his thick meat filled her backdoor. She moaned loudly into Ben’s cock, and randomly grabbed onto two more, jerking them off and aiming towards her face. The two she was giving hand jobs grabbed onto her tits and pinched and twisted her nipples.

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Me and My PA Ch. 02

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If you read Part 1 of this story, it won’t come as a surprise that Megan got the job as my new PA and I’m pleased to say that she was definitely the one with the best ‘all round’ experience. It truly wasn’t only my cock that decided! Today is Megan’s first day and as I approach my office building, I’ve obviously got quite a spring in my step to see if her first impressions at the interview last!

I walk through the glass doors to reception and the sexy 32 year old is already awaiting my arrival. She looks just as fabulous as I remember. Smartly dressed for her first day, she’s wearing a pin stripe dark business suit, skirt above the knee but not too short for the office, white silk blouse, nylons again (of which sort I’ll hopefully find out later) and high heels. Her hair is long and partly down this time but clasped up at the sides away from her beautiful face and piercing green eyes.

As our glances meet, we both raise a knowing smile and she rises as we greet each other very formally in the reception area.

“Congratulations on getting the job Megan. I hope you’ll be very happy working here.”

“I’m sure I will be,” she replied. “Thank you for choosing me for the position.”

“No-one else came close I assure you Megan.” and with her pleasing smile, I organised her security pass and we made our way towards my office.

Megan’s high heels on the tiled reception floor were the only sound that caught my hearing within the busy and bustling reception area as we made our way into the near-empty lift.

Megan leant over to me in the lift and whispered “I loved feeling your cum ooze out of my pussy on my way home after the interview.”

I was a bit taken aback that she’d risk anyone overhearing us but she was already on my wavelength. I wanted her again so badly and she’d made my cock gently throb with that comment but at this point I only returned her sexy words with a wicked yet somewhat smug smile.

I led the way to her new desk just outside my office on the 7th floor of this 8 floor office building, all the time remembering how exceptionally good her tight warm pussy had felt around my cock the last time we met.

“Drop your things off here and I’ll show you around.” I told her.

Megan sorted her things out quickly and with a sexy smile said “Right boss I’m ready for you.”

My cock started hardening at hearing those inviting words but slamming my cock deep inside her right here right now wasn’t quite appropriate in front of our colleagues so I had to calm myself once again. For now at least.

I introduced Megan to her colleagues and then the rest of our first day together in the office entailed exchanged glances, her leaning close to me at my desk and ‘accidental’ brushing past each other more than a few times, with each of those times causing my cock to throb and I wondered if her clit was throbbing just türkçe bahis as much.

By the end of the day, my cock was aching so badly for her and my mind was well into sexual overdrive! I asked Megan to wait behind and she smiled expectantly as I led her into a meeting room that I’d booked out previously under the pretence of an ‘Introductory Meeting’.

We sat down beside each other at the meeting table. I could feel my cock hardening again as Megan turned her chair and faced me, her legs crossing right thigh over left in front of me, her silk blouse with a gap, tantalisingly showing the top of her cleavage.

“Now that you’ve settled into things, I was going to start by going through the formalities of what I expect you to do.” I started.

“If it’s anything like my interview, I’m sure I’ll be the perfect assistant for you.” Megan replied. “What’s my last job for today?”

“Well after your comment in the lift and all of your teasing throughout the day, your last job is to make sure you still have what it takes to please me, so let’s see how good you are at sucking my thick cock again.”

Megan smiled widely at me, her eyes sparkling, her teeth white and perfect. She licked her red lipsticked lips slowly and teasingly then took off her suit jacket, laying it on her chair behind her and then knelt down in front of me. She looked up at me with pure desire in her eyes as she undid my belt then unbuttoned my perfectly pleated suit trousers and slowly ran the zip downwards.

I could feel my cock straining in my underwear as she opened my trousers, reached under the bottom of my shirt, lowered the waistband of my underwear, pulling it slightly towards herself and down, allowing my thick cock to spring out and point to the bright meeting room lights. She hooked the waistband under my balls, freeing my full length in all its glory but preparing for a quick pull back up of my clothing should we hear anyone approaching.

I told her to unbutton her iwhite blouse more, allowing me a better view of her sexy cleavage between her full breasts as she knelt in front of me. As I looked down, I could imagine my thick cock between her tits. Megan teasingly unclasped one blouse button slowly at a time until her blouse was open loose and her beautiful breasts perfectly encased in a white see-through bra with white lace top edging causing a perfectly curved V pointing down between her cleavage. My cock was so hard and throbbing my heartbeat as I watched Megan reach behind herself to undo her bra and she released her voluptuous breasts, her nipples erect, her areolas darker and larger than I’d remembered before.

Megan moved closer towards me, still on her knees. She told me to lie back a bit and I leant back, sitting on the edge of the seat now, my legs astride her as far as my open topped trousers allowed, my body at more of an angle. iddaa siteleri She undid her hair clasps, her thick dark hair brushing against her shoulders and she finally leant her head towards my throbbing hard cock.

I wanted to see as well as feel what was about to happen, so I gathered up as much of her soft hair as I could and held it away from her face in a ponytail, noticing that Megan seemed to like her hair held tightly as she let out an approving moan as I did so. She opened her red lips and in one smooth motion, moved her lips over my shiny cock head, sucking firmly as her lips reached under the ridge around the base of my head. My body reacted by tensing up, my cock hardening further if that was possible and I must’ve pulled at her hair a bit more, making her moan out again.

Megan lapped her tongue at the underside of my cock head, really working me up perfectly then she took as much of my thick cock deep inside her mouth as she could, then her lips dragged backwards up my shaft smearing some of her obviously recently reapplied lipstick onto my cock and just before the tip of my cock head came out of her mouth, she’d do it all again.

Her lips sucked firmly and perfectly on my cock head. Her tongue lapped the underside, she’d then suck me deep then she’d slowly drag her lips back upwards again. This woman knew exactly how to drive me wild for her!

I could feel my trimmed balls tightening and I was readying myself to cumming down her throat when she released me from her mouth, rising up onto her knees and positioned my cock in her cleavage, grabbing a tit in each of her hands she then pressed them tight against my cock and she started tit fucking herself with my thickness.

The lubrication from my pre-cum and her saliva allowed my wet cock to glide perfectly and tightly up and down her ample cleavage and my hips moved with the motion she’d commenced with. As Megan watched my cock fucking between her tits she started rubbing a nipple with the tips of fingers on each of her hands. She leant her head down, her chin tight against the top of her chest and her lips then sucked on the tip of my cock head with each upward fuck between her tits. I was so close to cumming, Megan had me exactly where she wanted me, teasing the hell out of me but I wanted more! I wanted to fuck her so badly!

I pulled away from her, stood up and as she was startled and surprised she stood up as well wondering what was wrong. I spun her around though, leant her over the meeting room table and she let out a loud gasp as I pulled up her skirt, ushering her legs apart as I stood behind her, very much in the commanding position.

What a sight she was, her warm breasts pressing firmly against the cool polished wood table, her blouse loose but still covering her back, her skirt ruffled up around her waist, her smooth pert ass pointing in my deneme bonusu veren siteler direction, those black lace top stay ups I’d hoped for and a very sexy white lace thong that drew a line between her ass cheeks and which parted her pussy lips, no doubt pressing against her clit.

Before Megan knew it, I’d grasped a handful of her long hair which caused her back to arch in a downward curve and her ass to push back up against my hard cock which I’d guided and was now pushing firmly past her wet lips, the juices of which were quickly covering her recently shaved pubic area, my cock stretching her tight hole with my thick cock head, her hole grasping tight around my hard shaft and I started fucking her firmly and deeply.

Megan let out a small scream just above talking volume as she braced herself against the table, grasping where she could as she felt her boss’s cock penetrate deep inside her. She was clenching her now soaking wet pussy as tight around my cock as she could and to me it couldn’t have felt any better.

I’d been concerned about the volume of her little scream that had then turned loud moans matching my grunts as I fucked hard into her each time but I took the risk of someone coming in and I was never going to pull out of her before we both came.

My right hand still grasped Megan’s hair, my other hand against her hips, stabilising and pressing her against the solid table as my eager cock slammed deep inside her. “Oh fuck, yes! Yes! I’m cumming!” she panted out.

I let go of her hair, grasping her hips in both my hands, once again feeling my entire thick length drive deep and tight inside her warm wet pussy time and time again. A few long hard deep fuck movements later and Megan let out a muffled scream as she came, covering her mouth with a hand.

Her pussy muscles contracted and clenched so firmly around my cock and that blew not only my mind but tipped me well over the edge as well. I felt my warm cum shoot so intensely up from my balls, along every inch of my throbbing hard shaft and out my cock head which was now buried as deep inside Megan’s pussy as possible, me holding us both steady and tight against each other.

Feeling my cum fill her deep and high wave after wave sent Megan into another orgasm, our juices mixing perfectly, her pussy clenching out another orgasm, sucking every last drop of that first orgasm out of me.

As our orgasms subsided and we caught our breaths again, I slowly withdrew my cock from Megan’s mixed cum filled soaking wet pussy, I stepped back, she leant back up, turned around and we kissed for what seemed like an age.

When our lips parted, we smartened ourselves up again, headed out the meeting room, back to my office and while Megan gathered up her things before she left for the evening she walked up to my desk, leaned over towards me and quietly said “I can feel your cum oozing out my pussy. My thong is drenched with our juices. And incidentally I’ve loved my first day. I do really think I’ll love working here.” With that, we both smiled, she turned around and headed out my office door, both of us very much looking forward to the next day.

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The Curse and Blessing of Skype

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The Curse and blessing of Skype…….

I’d been living with Briony for a few months when she and her mother discovered Skype. It had been a great few months. Briony, 23yrs old, at 5 foot 6 inches, slim, long blonde hair, was great to live with. Her body was shapely without being too large – or too small. She was hot, kinky and experimental in bed……..and in the kitchen, and in the living room, and in the shower, and three times in our backyard! And Briony had another characteristic to treasure as well – she was a great cook! It was something she had learnt from her mother, and an obsession she still shared with her mother. Often they would phone each other asking for tips, wanting to know how to prepare some obscure ingredient, sharing recipes.

I had met Briony months before when she was on a trip for work to the town where I live (30 miles from where she lived), where we met in a bar. After dating for a month or two, quite out of the blue, her company asked if she would take over the office in the town where I lived. I asked her to move in with me to save on the rent for both of us, and it was the best thing I had ever done. Not only did I get the best sex ever, I got the best cooking as well!

Briony’s mother June was rather different to Briony – perhaps Briony took after her father. Different psychologically, not physically. June was the same height as Briony, same build – she was Briony 25 years older. Her hair was shorter, but she was still a very attractive woman, despite dressing and living very conservatively. June had been brought up in a rather puritanical home, and was fundamentally a puritan herself. However, in her innocence and naivety in her late teens she had been swept off her feet by the local Romeo, and married him despite the warnings of her parents. Her parents had been right. After two years he had taken all of June’s earnings, salted away all of June’s savings, and disappeared with the girl who worked on the till at the local shop when June was 8 months pregnant.

Many people had tried to court June, but from there she had dedicated herself to looking after her daughter, something she did wonderfully, while working full time as a dental receptionist to pay their way. Briony had lived at home with her mother through college, and worked for a local insurance company when she left college. Briony had always been a bit wild, but had kept most of that from her mother. June refused to hear anything bad of her daughter, even when rumours did reach her.

June was a bit ambiguous about me. I was the sort of guy most mothers were happy for their daughter to be seen with. Six foot, with a footballer’s body. Short dark hair. Working as a surveyor after college, doing well. On the one hand I was mister good guy who was good for her daughter, but on the other hand no-one would be good enough for her perfect daughter. We got on fine. I enjoyed her staying with us. I think she liked to visit. When they were together Briony and June were happy, with 80% of the conversation being about cooking. They were actually two women who enjoyed “being in the kitchen together!”

And then they discovered skype.

Why we put it on the computer we had in our bedroom I will never know. But we did! And because it was free, they felt they could talk as long and as often as they wanted. At first I smiled when they were talking. Then began to get irritated every time that deep sounding beep went off. And then it got very very irritating. It seemed like every time we were about to have sex, or in the middle of sex, or warming up for sex the bloody thing went off. And Briony could never leave it, or turn it off, or pretend it wasn’t there. “Mum might need me,” she would say.

The final straw came one day in a particularly hot session just after we both had got home from work, before we had even thought about what we were going to eat. We had ended up doggy style, on the floor, on the deep pile carpet we had in the bedroom. It was a pink carpet! I was moments away from filling Briony’s pussy with cum, when I heard it. The dreaded deep peep. Why couldn’t skype have a call sign like everyone else’s? And Briony had simply crawled away on her hands and knees, pulling herself off my cock before I could move, standing up, grabbing a dressing gown and began to talk to her mother. I was left with a stiff, sticky wet cock, and balls about to empty, with nothing to empty them into!!!!!!

After they had chatted for about ten minutes, I put on my dressing gown, said high to June, explained that our meal was just about ready and we had to go. I turned off skype and gave Briony the screwing I deserved. And she thoroughly enjoyed!

It was enough – I had to do something. I couldn’t have every bout of sex interrupted: my balls would explode! But thinking about Skype, and her mother interrupting, and me turning her mother off, started to give me ideas. Fun ideas. Even kinkier ideas. And the truth is – I knew Kinky was Briony’s nature as well, and her desire for canlı bahis ever more kinkiness. Luckily I know my way around a computer. It took a few days when Briony was out to set it up, but changing a few settings quickly had the computer as I wanted. The magic of “hotkeys!” I’d be ready the next time she Skyped……

It was almost a week later when it happened. We had both got home from work, both feeling really horny after Briony’s period. I had nearly ripped her clothes off when she had got in, and had rid myself of mine just as quickly. I knew it was the evening June was likely to Skype – she often did on Wednesdays, so I took my time. I caressed Briony all over, spending extra time playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples until they were hard, then sucking them to even greater size. I let my hands roam. I explored between the cheeks of her ass, before caressing between her legs, gently caressing her clit, pushing one, then two, then three fingers inside her, threatening one day to give her a real a good fisting. She knew I wouldn’t, but just talking about it turned her on even more (talking about kinky things was always good for extra excitement for Briony).

After she came down from her first orgasm I heard it. The deep beep. Skype calling. Rather June was calling on Skype, just as I was wondering what to do with the hardest erection I’d had that week. I was left lying on the bed, stiff cock waving in empty space as Briony pulled on her dressing gown quickly to talk to her mother.

I left it for about 5 minutes, before moving over to the computer, putting my head into the shot to tell June that sometimes the power cable on our computer monitor (with inbuilt speakers) gave out, so sorry if the connection broke down while she and Briony were talking. I’d already mentioned it to Briony before, who had probably told her mother of the problem before this evening. I hung around as they chatted a bit more about cooking Langoustines then pushed the Control and caps locked button on the keyboard. Instantly our screen went blank, as if the computer had shut down.

I apologised to Briony, said I’d get it going again in a bit, but why not finish off business first? She gave a smile, so I pushed her chair back, then turned it sideways towards me, then pushed her head down to my cock, thrusting my cock into her mouth. It was all sexy fun for Briony, and she started giving me the blow job of my life. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock, then she took as much into her mouth as she could, then pulled back again. Her hand was squeezing my balls, until I was uncontrollable. Briony sat still on the chair as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth harder and harder, telling her she was the best cock-sucker I’d ever known – which was true. Suddenly Briony had stopped, pulled her mouth off my cock, looked hard into my eyes and said “Fuck my mouth honey, and shoot your spunk right down my throat.”

It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse – I pulled her head back onto my cock and began to fuck hard. She was so good with her tongue – in seconds I was moaning, thrusting hard, filling her mouth with my cum, pumping hard, over and over, as she swallowed as much as she could. Even then, some of my cum seeped out the side of her mouth and down her chin.

Briony smiled up at me, knowing she’d milked every last drop of cum from my cock, and said – “Nice starter, now let’s eat those langoustines.” She disappeared, carrying her dressing gown with her. As she disappeared I turned back to the computer, again pushed the control and caps locked buttons for the screen to come back on, and to see a figure disappearing from the Skype screen.

It was later I got the real benefit as well. Not only had I set the control and caps lock buttons to killing our monitor and speakers, but to start the record function as well. When Briony was watching her favourite soap opera I went to watch the recording. It was amazing. A small picture in the corner of Briony giving me the best blowjob she could, the big screen showing her mother’s reactions as she watched. That terrible, exciting mix of horror and fascination covered her face. But she stayed watching……. The final moments of the recording showed June rushing away from the computer. I imagined her rushing to her bedroom to relieve herself.

Chapter two.

It took a few days to work out what to do next. It was helpful to know that it worked! That I could kill the computer monitor and speaker our end, while June continued to watch, and I could record what we would have been seeing on Skype if our monitor and speakers were on! It was also good to have June believing there was something wrong with the connection, so she might be hearing and seeing, and we weren’t. The next time we would just give her a show she could watch. It was again just after Briony and I had arrived home from work.

I had arrived first, and gone to our bedroom, waiting for the door. In the next 5 minutes I had cleared our kaçak iddaa desk, leaving our cam at the far end, and had removed all my clothes. After a further 5 minutes or so I heard Briony’s key turn in the lock. As she took off her coat and hung it in the hall I simply put the call through on Skype to June. It was all a bit rushed, but I called Briony to the bedroom, and pushed the control and capslock buttons as I did so. When Briony came into the bedroom, the computer looked dead, although I knew June would be watching.

“Blimey – you’re ready for action!” Briony smiled, as she stared hard at my already stiff cock. I wondered whether June was staring hard as well. I only wondered for a moment! I stepped across to Briony, lifted her over to the desk and bent her over it. I lifted her skirt, pulled her black lacy panties to her feet, lifted her feet and pulled them off. It was just as I had planned – Briony’s face was inches from the cam, looking straight into the cam, although she wasn’t aware the cam was working or turned on.

I noticed that the lips of Briony’s pussy were already glistening. Perhaps she had been dreaming of something like this on the way home from work – we often did before we ate our evening meal. I let my hand rest on Briony’s pussy, and gently eased a finger inside her, playing around inside her pussy, trying to press on her G-spot. Briony was purring, moaning softly, softly saying “Yes, yes……..”

After a couple of minutes I removed my finger, moved right behind her and let my cock rest under her pussy, moving softly across the lips. I whispered to Briony “What do you want me to do?” I know Briony loves to talk to dirty, and she didn’t disappoint.

“I want you to fuck me!”

I hesitated, and asked her again what she wanted me to do.

“I want you to put your cock in my cunt. I want you to pound your cock in and out. Fuck me, please.” Briony increasingly begged, getting louder and more yearning. I wasn’t going to disappoint her! I pushed hard into her, plunging my 7 inches fully into her. Briony’s moan of relief as I filled her was unmissable, and she said in obvious desire: “Oh, your cock feels so good in my cunt, feels so good in me.”

I held for a moment, then slid half-way out then plunged back into her. I repeated it three of four times, each time Briony moaning in desire.

After plunging in and out of her I stopped, and let my finger start to play with her beautiful tight rose, gently pushing my cock in and out of her pussy at the same time. Briony was breathing hard, then suddenly cried out “Do it, please do it.”

I knew what she meant, but asked her “Do what, honey?”

“Put your finger in my asshole. Fuck me hard. Fuck my cunt. Finger fuck my hole, please…….. both……”

I still played naive, although we both knew it was part of the game. “What do you want me to do with my fingers? Why?”

Briony didn’t hesitate. “I want you to finger fuck my asshole. It feels so good, when you are fucking my cunt with your hard cock…………….”

I was too aroused to wait, I began to thrust my cock hard and deep into Briony’s pussy, Briony pushing back to meet my thrusts, moaning loud. I let my finger thrust in and out of her asshole at the same time, feeling it on my cock through the membrane. Faster and faster we fucked, louder and louder Briony moaning until she screamed out loud, her body shaking, wrything in orgasm, as I pumped my cum deep inside her……………………..

Later as Briony was loading the dishwasher I watched the recording from Skype. In the corner of the screen I could see Briony’s face, and hear her crying and moaning, speaking crudely. On the main screen I watched June responding to what she was seeing and hearing on her computer. I don’t know which was hotter – watching Briony responding to what I was doing, or watching June as she watched, her hand clearly between her legs over the jeans she was wearing…………..

Chapter 3.

I’m not completely sure what effect my teasing of June was having – although I could guess. When we saw her, and her and Briony were chatting – normally about food and recipes, their great love, there was no sign that June had been watching us. Of course Briony didn’t know, and June didn’t know that I did know, and had recordings of her watching us. I was still wondering whether and how I should push things even further, before I confronted June. I didn’t know how June would react. I knew that Briony would blow her top when I told her that I had been recording her, and recording her mother watching, and that I had tricked June into watching. I also knew that Briony’s innate Kinkiness and lust would take over very quickly, and it would be the beginning of something even kinkier.

I decided – one more session of teasing June, although the final part would take a little more setting up, with an extra microphone or two. Thank goodness there was a Maplin’s around the corner from our flat with all I needed.

The kaçak bahis forecast for the following Saturday was terrible. Wet, rain, more rain, on top of more rain as well! I hoped I would have time to set things up on Saturday morning when Briony was out shopping with her mother, and have time to make sure it was working. Truth be told, it set up very easily – the extra microphones, linked to the computer through a multi-socket. The hardest part was hiding the cable under the carpet, although hiding the microphones themselves was easy enough, and I did no more than hide the multi-socket behind the computer. I still had time to drink a can of beer before Briony got back.

We had lunch, and decided going anywhere was really out of the question. Briony had already been soaked once just going from the supermarket to the car, and loading the car. She didn’t fancy another soaking. As she washed the few lunch dishes, I crept up behind her, put my arms around her and grabbed a handful of tit, and squeezed. Briony tried to push me away, but not too hard. She told me to let her finish the washing up, so as she did I reached under her t-shirt and undid her bra.

Before I realised what had happened, Briony had spun around and thrown a glass of water all over me, giggling. Cold water.

“You little monster!” I pointed at her as I shouted it.

Briony pouted. “Now you know how I felt earlier doing your shopping!”

It was a typical exchange – the mock row, which often ended up in gentle wrestling, and hot sex! This was no different. We shouted at each other. We wrestled. We ended up kissing each other hard, as I pulled her hard to me with my hands on her ass. At last Briony pushed me away. “You’ve got me all wet,” she complained. “You’re soaked. Get upstairs and get your wet clothes off!”

It was all the invitation I needed. “Only if you come and take yours off as well!” I insisted. I ran up the stairs – I knew Briony would take her time, that she would saunter up in a few minutes. As soon as I got to the bedroom I clicked on the Skype, to contact June, and when she answered I quickly pushed the Control and Caps-lock buttons on our computer, to kill the sound and screen our end, as well as starting the recording of what we would have seen had our speakers and screen been on. I quickly removed my clothes, and lay on the bed naked. I knew June could see me clearly on the bed, and would be able to hear much more clearly what we would say to each other with the ultra-sensitive microphones we had around us.

Seconds later Briony appeared wiggled her body provocatively. She smiled before speaking: “No, I’ve decided I’m not going to take my clothes off!” She turned for the door, knowing I wouldn’t let her escape. I didn’t – I leapt to my feet, grabbed her and we started to struggle, both of us giggling. I quickly removed her t-shirt. Her bra, which she hadn’t done up, fell off at the same time. It took a bit more struggling, before I managed to remove her jeans, and pull her panties down her legs, then off her feet, with Briony lying on the floor laughing helplessly.

“Right madam,” I said in a commanding voice. I picked her up, threw her on the bed on her back, and was lying on top of her in seconds. I immediately thrust my cock deep into her pussy, which was already sopping wet, and held her hands above her head. Half-heartedly she attempted to throw me off, but she didn’t struggle enough to make me fall off her, and quickly sighed, stopped struggling and seemed to give in.

One of the things we like to do is for me to lie on her, in her, and chat – kinky hot chat. We had plenty of time, so I thought I should start chatting. “Do you know what I’m imagining this afternoon?”

Briony smiled, knowing this could end up somewhere kinky before replying. “No, what are you imagining?”

“I’m imagining,” I began slowly, after a pause when I pulled my cock out a little and pushed back in, causing Briony to moan softly. “I’m imagining we’re having a threesome with another hot woman. I’m imagining she is naked, and on the bed with us, and you are going to make hot, wild love to her.”

Briony sighed. “Typical man – always dreaming of watching two women.” I knew Briony had been with a couple of other women: she had told me on another occasion like this. “Which of my friends are you thinking of now?” She spoke with a mock resigned tone.

“Oh, not one of your friends. Much kinkier than that.” Again I eased my cock in and out gently, causing Briony to sigh.

“Kinkier? What’s kinkier than that?” Briony managed to gasp out the words.

Time to drop the bombshell. “Your mother.”

“My mother?” Briony said in a shocked voice, but I felt the pulse from her pussy, suggesting it had another effect on her as well. “You’re mad. I’d never dream of that………………” I thrust into her a couple of times, making her gasp, feeling her pussy was soaking.

“Would love to see it.” I paused, then continued quietly, talking softly into her ear. “Imagine. You naked. She’s naked, and very nervous. But we roll her onto the bed, onto her back, then you sit on her face with your pussy, then lean forward and bury your head between her legs.” Again I felt Briony respond as I spoke.

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Sam woke to find Uncle Simon and Jane in the 69 position, Jane was moaning with pleasure as he sucked on her rigid little clit and Jane had her lips firmly round his hard cock. Sam watched and started to stroke herself she was being wet watching them getting down to it.

They hadn’t even noticed she had woken up until Sam uttered a low aroused moan, Uncle Simon was the first to appreciate what Sam was doing with her hands and raised his head from Jane’s wet cunt to watch as Sam proceeded to thrust 3 fingers into her wet snatch. Jane moved her hips to let Simon know she wanted attention but he was fixated by the show Sam was giving, he moved from between Jane’s legs and positioned his face within inches of Sam’s hands.

‘God girl that looks good’ he sighed ‘need any help?’

Sam grinned ‘Sure Uncle Simon’ she breathed heavily ‘show me what you were doing to Jane!’ and she slid her body down and onto her Uncles willing tongue.

‘Sweet baby that’s the greatest tasting cunt I have ever had’ he moaned into her ‘lets see if we can help you cum!’

Jane had moved and was positioning herself above Sams head ‘hey cous!’ she said ‘you better take up where Uncle Simon left off, I was so close then!’ and she eased her wet cunt onto Sam’s mouth where Sam proceeded to eat her out expertly.

Uncle Simon now had his cock free from a mouth and needed to bury it in a willing hole but was so enjoying tasting his pretty you niece that he knew he could wait a little longer. His tongue was deep inside her and her juices were coating it, he swallowed and swallowed but Sam just kept producing more sweet nectar for him to digest. She was bucking her hips and he knew she was close to an orgasm, he looked up to see Jane bouncing up and down on her cousins face also very close, this decided him it was time to move himself. So he reluctantly tore his tongue away from Sams delicious hole and moved his hips so that he could enter her as he looked up he saw Jane close to tears ‘what’s up baby girl?’ he asked.

‘Oh Uncle Simon you promised you would fuck me this morning and there you are about to take Sam again……………..you promised’ she looked devastated and horny at the same time.

With that he lifted her off Sam and positioned her face into Sam’s soaked cunt saying ‘ok baby you get Sam off and I will fuck you, deal?’

Jane never answered she was far too busy licking her cousins wonderful hole, Uncle Simon took this as his answer and rubbed his cock from her arse to her clit and back making her moan desperately into Sam. He teased her and this provoked her to moan more and more ‘Uncle Simon’ said Sam ‘she’s driving me wild please just fuck her!’ this was a demand.

Without hesitation Simon thrust into Jane making her gasp, this in turn make Sams cunt go crazy and she pulled Jane into her ‘lick me’ she groaned ‘I’m cumming’ Sams orgasm flooded over Jane’s face and she cleaned up as much as she could. ‘Oh Janey that was great’ Sam sighed as she moved down and kissed her cousin hard. Seeing the two girls kissing drove Simon over the edge and he slammed into Jane filling her with his cum, Simon held onto Jane’s hips until his cock grew limp.

‘God girls you’re the best’ he smiled ‘do you two think you might like to come and holiday with me for a couple of weeks?’

‘I will ask daddy’ said Sam as she moved into to clean up her Uncles cum from her Cousins cunt. This started Uncle Simons cock to grow hard again.

‘How am I ever gonna get away from you two?’ he sighed as he offered Jane his limp cock to suck.

‘You don’t have to go anywhere Uncle’ Sam said seductively, ‘but I do! I’m off for a shower, you two carry on you look like you have lots more to try!’ and she moved off in the direction of the shower.

After showering and dressing in a wrap over short dress that showed her long tanned legs and ample breasts Sam proceeded illegal bahis to go downstairs as she reached the bottom she heard raised voices this was unusual it hardly ever happened, Sam paused to listen and tried to make out who was doing all the shouting. It appeared the argument was between her father and her Uncle Lucas, what was going on why was her dad so upset she intended to find out. As she made her way into her fathers study her brother Joel caught her ‘Sam don’t go in, leave them to it’ he said very seriously.

‘What the hell is going on Joel, whys dad so upset?’

‘Lucas is demanding you go live with him Sam, he wants you as his property’ Joel said shaking his head ‘he’s been shouting at dad for the last 40 minutes, I suggest your not around when he gets out!’

‘But but’ stammered Sam ‘ I don’t want to live with him, this is my family’ and she snuggled up to her brother with a worried look.

‘Don’t worry Sammy dad’s not about to let it happen’ and with that Joel took Sams hand and led her toward the kitchen.

Sams mum was pacing up and down and no one could really believe what was going on, the tension was so thick. Suddenly the study’s door flew open and Uncle Lucas strode out ‘where is she? I’m not fucking leaving without her!’ he was screaming. Mum and Joel made sure Sam was out of sight.

‘Lucas what is all the fuss’ mum said in a calm voice ‘lets be sensible her, Sams our daughter she lives with us it’s the way it should be. You know you can visit and Sam will happily come to your bed whenever you wish but she cannot be solely yours and you know that.’

‘Mand I am having her, the bitch is mine to do with as I please and none of you arseholes can stop me’ with that he slapped Sams mum across the face. ‘Now bring her here now and this can all stop’ he demanded.

With this Sam moved into view ‘Uncle Lucas I’m not coming with you, and I think you need to apologise to mum’ she said ‘I live here, this is where I belong and I don’t want to be just with you!’

Lucas looked like he was about to erupt with anger he was red in the face and shaking ‘I will have you Sam you will be mine!’ he said menacingly ‘just watch you back one day I will be there’ and he walked over to her and pulled her close ‘you will be mine and I will take what I want all the time’ he whispered in her ear, and then walked away and out of the house.

‘What did he say baby?’ dad said to her stroking her hair, Sam told him ‘the bastard, from now on Sam your never alone ok, he’s fucking mad that man and no longer welcome in this house!’

‘Dad can I have a cuddle, he’s freaked me out’ Sam asked in a small voice. Dad took her in his arms and held her close, even though this had been a distraction having Sams body near him turned him on so much and he felt his cock twitch as he hugged her tight. Sam responded by pushing her hips towards him ‘mmmm you feel good dad, so good’ Sam breathed.

‘Oh Sam I know why he wants you around, shit I’m hard just holding you look!’

‘I know daddy I felt you against me, maybe I could help you with that?’

‘Baby girl I know you can’ and with that he lay her on the couch in the front room and started to slide his hands over her body ‘just relax let daddy make you feel safe’ he said as he started to caress her tits through her dress ‘fuck your body is the best’.

‘Oh daddy your making me wet, feel how wet’ and she pushed his hand towards her wet pussy lips covered by a thin piece of material. Sam looked up and saw her mum watching ‘hey mum let me taste you’ she moaned and indicated for her to sit on her face ‘please mum, you do taste great.’

Sams mum needed no further asking and straddled her daughters’ pretty face, she moved her panties to one side to allow Sam all the access she needed. Sams mums pussy had large pink outer lips and Sam clamped casino siteleri her mouth onto these and sucked listening to the moans her mother was producing, she moved her hands round to her mums arse and slid a finger into her puckered hole while forcing her pink tongue between the lips. Sams face was covered in her mothers juice and Sam was drinking it as fast as she could, she inserted another finger into her mothers arse and started to pump them in and out every so often stopping to rotate them and plunge them deeper. Sams dad was watching while stripping he daughter of her clothing and getting into position to roughly fuck her, the tip of his dripping cock was at her cunt entrance and he loved the view he was getting of his wife being eaten out by their daughter. He pushed the tip in ever so gently making Sam sigh a little then rammed his cock home, making her catch her breath and gasp onto her mothers wet pussy, this set Sams mother off on a huge orgasm and she filled her daughters mouth with a spurt of cum grinding her lips into Sams face as she did. Sams dad took control and fucked Sam hard he was banging into her his balls slamming against her arse, he didn’t break rhythm and was jack hammering his daughter. Sam loved it and was meeting his thrusts; her legs wrapped around his back, she wanted more cock and looked around to see if anyone was there. Mum knew what Sam wanted and went to the stairs calling Sams brothers down, soon Sam had Mike and Joel undressing before her.

Joel positioned himself at her head and she opened her willing mouth, but then felt another set of lips as her mother joined her to lick at Joel’s cock, between them the kissed it and took turns sucking him. He held both their heads as he fucked each mouth. Sams dad had climbed off her and had got behind her mum and was now fucking her hard as she licked and sucked Joel, this left room for Mike to fill Sam up which he did with the same passion as her dad. Mike moved Sam on her knees opposite her mum who was in the same position being fucked by her dad; this meant Joel was standing between them having his cock looked after.

Mike slapped Sams wet cunt and moved into her gaping pussy ‘Oh Sammy arghhhh’ he groaned ‘what a great fuck’ and he held her hips fucking her hard, she loved all the attention she was getting and watching her mum was even sexier. Mike slid 3 fingers into her arse making her yelp as she wasn’t expecting it, and soon he was slamming his cock and fingers in at a real pace, Sam felt herself go light-headed and knew she would soon cum. Mike sensed this ‘come on sis come for me, make my cock dirty’ he leered, that was it the flood gates opened and Sams orgasm hit home, bucking as she came she covered mikes cock in her cum ‘oh shit Sam where’s it all coming from’ said Mike as her cum cascaded down his thighs. ‘I need this cleaned up and I know the woman to do it’ he laughed as he pulled out of Sam with a plop and moved towards his mothers’ eager mouth. ‘Clean me up mum, look at the mess she has made!’

Sams mum lapped at her sons wet cock and thighs cleaning off all of Sams cum ‘what a dirty girl you are Sammy!’ she grinned ‘is that better Joel did mummy do a good job?’ and with that she deep throated her sons cock while he stood shuddering.

‘God mum didn’t know you could do that’ he said holding her head while his pistoned his hips ‘fuck that was good do it again.’

Mike moved and slid under Sam ‘come on baby sis lets have some fun’ he sighed sucking her tits ‘ lets get fucking’ and pulled Sam down onto his erect cock ‘still tight baby, god you feel good’ Sam felt hands on her arse again and knew it was her dad so she tilted her hips slightly to give him access.

‘You know what I like now baby don’t you’ he groaned into her ear ‘let daddy have some of that tight arse now’ and with that he slipped into her ‘Jesus fuck baby poker siteleri I love this hole, never felt anything like it, so tight around your daddys cock’ Mick and her dad were fucking in unison now as mike pulled out her dad pushed in, it was sending her wild. The two men could feel their cock rubbing through the thin wall that separated Sams holes and this was a horny feeling for them too.

Joel was holding Sams mums head and pumping hard he had his head thrown back and when Sam looked closer Sams mum had two fingers rammed up his arse and was thrusting them in and out. Joel was close to exploding his seed into her mouth and held her head tight, forcing his cock down the back of her throat ‘oh god yes yes drink it mum drink me dry’ he grunted as he shot his load. They all turned to watch as she swallowed the lot and then carried on sucking at his shrinking dick.

‘God mum your amazing’ Sam cried ‘you must teach me that.’

‘You should see yourself sis, your hot body being fucked hard by Dad and Mike you look as sexy as fuck and your loving every minute, you are the best family slut we could wish for.’

Sams dad smiled as he moved deep into his daughters arse, he was in fucking heaven he was so proud that she was his to have, fuck and love. When he looked at her body his cock would go crazy even if he had just fucked he had never wanted a girl so much. So here he was now matching his son thrust for thrust ripping into her young sexy body with her begging for more, she was always willing and always wet and soon he was going to fill her arse but first he wanted a change of position ‘Sam’ he said pulling out of her ‘sit on me, put my cock in your arse and sit on me please?’

Sam grinned, he hadn’t fucked her this way, so she eased her arse over his cock and slid down ‘ohhhhhhh daddy that feels different’ she gasped.

‘Now Mike, fuck her cunt again’ their dad instructed.

‘Shit yes dad anything’ said Mike eagerly. He moved between her legs and slid in ‘fuck that’s good, what a hot cunt you have Sammy’ and proceeded to fuck her hard, Sam could feel ever movement they both made and Mike also had his mouth clamped onto one of her tits while her dad pulled that the other one ‘Sammy move with me sis I’m gonna cum baby’ Mike pleaded, so Sam moved her hips pushing him over the edge ‘oh shit yes yes yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss’ he screamed ‘what a fuck what a fuck’, his cock slipped out of her slippery cunt and was replaced by her mothers mouth.

‘Cant have you all dirty baby’ she said to Sam as she lapped up all of Mikes cum that was leaking from her daughter.

‘Mand, lick my balls while I fuck her………………for fuck sake do it please’ said Sams dad ‘that’s it oh yes yes heaven………..that’s it Mand lovely’. Sams mum was licking from Sams cunt to her arse and then over what she could find of her husbands cock ‘that’s it Mand, jez that feels so fucking good’

Sam was bouncing up and down oh her Dads cock fucking him madly; she wanted nothing more than to make him cum inside her. The feeling of his cock swelling with cum was exciting her more and more and added to that her mothers tongue Sam had never felt so hot.

‘Sammy daddy’s cummin’ he cried ‘holy shit yessssssssssss’ the final thrust ripped into her and he came hard, Sams mums tongue hit her clit and sparked her orgasm making Sam cum into her mothers mouth.

They all lay in a pile, naked and spent the smell of sex everywhere. ‘Do you feel better now Sammy?’ asked dad.

‘Much much’ she replied.

They all rose to shower and continue their day totally forgetting about the problems that had previously occurred.

Sam walked naked to her room when she was grabbed by the hair and a vicious hand went round her neck ‘thought I was joking Sammy? No way your mine now’ she realised too late it was Lucas ‘lets get you out of this house and show you how life’s gonna be!’ and with that he dragged her off. Sam tried to scream but Lucas slammed his fist into her head knocking her unconscious, the next thing Sam knew she was in the back of a truck, naked and tied up and very very scared of what would happen next.

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My ad on Craigslist had been simple. I was looking for a BBW for nsa sex.

There was just one response.

The email read, “Found anyone yet? I’m 51 and am looking for someone to share the pleasures of sexual intimacy without having to deal with a time consuming relationship. I am 5′ 7″ and have just the shape I think you’re looking for.”

After exchanging a few more emails, we agreed that she would come to the Saturday market where I sold prints of my photographs.

When Saturday came around, I was excited to say the least. Since she had refused to send a picture, I had no idea who I was waiting for or when she would show up. That had me scanning the crowd all day, looking for women fitting her general description. And I have to admit that my cock sprang to life a few times, but no one approached me.

Then, while I was packing up and resigned to the fact that today probably wouldn’t be the day, a tall woman with long, dark hair walked up and said, “Yes.”

“Pardon?”

“Yes, I want bahis siteleri no strings attached sex,” she smiled. “And, yes, I want it with you.”

My eyes dropped from her beautiful face down to her big, beautiful breasts. Her nipples made small peaks in the fabric of her dress… I wanted to reach out and pinch them.

Instead, I said, “Go over to the ladies bathroom and take off your panties. By the time you come back, I should be ready to leave.”

Five minutes later we were heading back to my place, with her in the passenger seat and the panties draped over the gearshift.

Once we reached the house, I ushered into the kitchen and told her to lean against the counter. Crouching in front of her, I lifted her long dress and began running my fingers slowly and softly along the inside of her thighs. As I moved farther up, she spread her legs. The closer I got to her pussy, the more I could feel her heat.

She lowered herself slightly, willing my fingers to her pussy. The lips were canlı bahis siteleri soft, slick and three of my fingers easily slipped inside. As I pushed them back and forth, I used my thumb on her clit, moving it around slowly and applying just enough pressure.

Her low moans sounded like a plea to make her cum. Instead, I removed my fingers and licked them, one by one. She tasted so good. I wanted more.

Cupping her cheeks with both hands, I pulled her to my face and began running my tongue along the swollen lips. She pushed into me, urging me on. I stopped. “Come on,” I said. I led her to the living room and began squeezing her breasts while she rubbed my cock through the fabric of my jeans.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered. “I want to feel your cock inside me now.”

Giving her nipples a final, firm pinch, I said, “Take off your dress and get down on your hands and knees in front of the couch.”

I practically tore my own clothes off. The sight of her big, beautiful güvenilir bahis ass was almost enough to make me want to cum then and there. Instead, I moved my fingers to the soft, sensitive skin between her ass and her pussy and stroked oh so gently. Then along the swollen lips again. Finally, her clitoris, which I slapped lightly with my fingertips.

“Fuck me now! I want to feel you cum inside me. Fuck me!”

Holding my cock in one hand, I grabbed a handful of her long hair with the other and pulled just enough to bring her pussy back to the tip of my cock. I pushed inside… hard.

The sound of skin against skin provided the rhythm for the melody of our moans. Ohhh… slap, slap… ohhh. It didn’t take long before the sounds reached a crescendo, both of us cumming together.

I pulled out and laid down on the floor. “Get on top of me. I want you to lick our juices off my cock while I drink them from your pussy.”

When there was nothing left to lick or drink, we sat up and kissed, our tongues giving it all one final mix.

She looked at me and smiled. “I know this is supposed to be no strings attached, but I’d like to do this again.”

“Oh, so would I. But let’s not make any plans. Just show up at the market any Saturday and we’ll take it from there.”

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