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Note: This is the start of the Aunt Cathy series. It’s set after the cruise series but can be read as a standalone. All the familiar faces will be around, along with some new ones.

We got home from the cruise a week after leaving. The ride home was uneventful, everyone keeping to themselves the things they’d done and secretly hoping the people they had done them with would keep it a secret as well.

I didn’t say anything about it to anyone. I just rode home and looked at the women in my life, my mom, Aunt Cathy, Aunt KK, Stephanie, and Lily.

I had had my cock in each one of them and they’d all felt great. I hoped to have more.

We got home and my mom ignored the situation. I guess she thought that what’d she’d done on the cruise should stay on the cruise. I hoped she’d changed her mind, but I didn’t want to push her. She’d come around. Maybe.

We hovered around each other with our want hanging in the air.

In the meantime, I just watched her; in her swimsuit in our pool, in her yoga pant, in her t-shirts that barely hid her bra-less breasts around the house.

I noticed her and I made sure she noticed me noticing. But she didn’t act on it and I didn’t want to push her.

We’d made love and fucked and done everything in between. I wanted to continue but if she didn’t, I wouldn’t press.

I was thinking about all of them. Aunt KK with her soft, fat ass. Lily with her big soft tits. Stephanie with her wide hips and tight ass.

And of course, Aunt Cathy. She’d been the best and the worst. She was fat and ugly and I wasn’t sure how I felt about her, but she had given me some unique experiences. I’d loved taking control of her and making her mine while she pretended not to like it.

I spent a couple of weeks thinking about them and jacking off at night. I wanted to feel a woman and not just my hand.

We were home and the summer was only just beginning. I didn’t want to waste it jerking off when I could maybe have more.

It was a few weeks after the cruise, and I think they had all been ignoring me. I was eating breakfast, staring at my mom’s ass in a pair of yoga pants, formulating a plan on what to do when I got a text from Aunt Cathy.

Get over here! Now! You little shit!

I couldn’t help but smile. Typical Aunt Cathy.

What’s up?

Get over here! Now!

Where r u?

Home! Where do you fucking think! Tell your mom I need your help with yard work.

I wondered what was up. I had a feeling I knew.

On my way.

“Hey, listen, gotta run,” I told my mom. “Aunt Cathy wants some help with some yard work.”

She looked at me skeptically. “Since when do you help Cathy with yard work?”

“Since she offered to pay me.”

That didn’t ease the skepticism in my mom’s eyes. “Really? Cathy pays you?”

I shrugged. “We bonded on the cruise. She likes me now.” I threw her a big smile, hoping she’d remember the way we’d bonded too.

“Ok, see you later then,” she said. Mom gave me a hug and I felt her body up against mine. “Just be home for dinner, ok. I’ve got something special planned.”

She had a little twinkle in her eye, and I knew this was going to be a dinner I didn’t want to miss.

I left and walked the mile to my Aunt Cathy’s house, wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I wondered what the fuss was all about. On the way Aunt Cathy texted me again.

Don’t go thru the front!

Ok… why?

We need to talk. Climb up to my balcony.

Uh?

You heard me. Come up the balcony to my room.

I had no idea what this was about. She wanted me to come up the balcony to her room. What was going on?

My bahis siteleri aunt and uncle had a large two-story house about a mile from ours in a joining neighborhood. I’d been there a million times and never once had climbed the balcony. What was she wanting?

I got there and snuck through their yard to the back of the house. There was a large picture window, and I could see Lily, Stephanie, and my uncle all sitting at their table eating pancakes. It would have made a nice picture.

I looked up to the balcony and could see French doors that were thrown open.

Ugh. Were we playing Romeo and Juliet or something?

Luckily there was a sturdy ladder leaned up against the wall. Aunt Cathy obviously had a plan. I climbed up the ladder and the only risky part was throwing my leg from the ladder to the balcony.

I hoped over the railing and was in her bedroom.

There was a large king size bed, a couple of dressers and a huge tv on one wall. The door to the hall was closed and there was a bathroom door that was closed as well.

I went to the bathroom door and knocked softly.

The knob turned and Aunt Cathy opened it. She stood there with her hair done nicely wearing a black corset that pushed her massive boobs up and gave her more cleavage than the Grand Canyon. The corset held her belly in and she wasn’t wearing any panties. She had on makeup and with that and her hair fixed she looked almost pretty. I looked up and down her body. She looked beautiful and sexy and I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. But I figured she wouldn’t like that too much.

“So, is this what was so important?” I asked.

“You little fucking prick!” she whispered angrily.

“What?”

She held up pregnancy test in one hand. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

I didn’t know what to say. I guess I had thought she couldn’t get pregnant. We had talked about it, but it was always while we were hate fucking each other. I didn’t think it would actually happen.

“Wait? What?”

Aunt Cathy waved the test stick in my face. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

I was getting dizzy. I stumbled to the bed and sat down. Aunt Cathy came and stood in front of me.

“How is that even possible?” I said to no one in particular.

Aunt Cathy taped me on the noise with the stick. “Well, you put your penis in my vagina and shot your baby batter into me. Quite a few times.”

I looked up at her. Her humongous tits loomed over me, her pussy was inches from my nose, her wide hips blocked my view of anything else.

“I didn’t actually think you could get pregnant. I thought it was all just talk. So, what now?” I asked.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do. I can’t fucking believe this,” she sighed. “You little shit, I wasn’t serious.”

I put my hands on her big wide hips and pulled her forward and pressed my face into her belly and felt the smooth silk of the corset on my cheek, her heavy breasts rested on my head.

“It’ll be ok,” I said and kissed the soft corset surrounding her belly.

Aunt Cathy put her arms around me and pressed her tits into me so hard I thought I was going to suffocate.

“I can’t believe you got me pregnant,” she said using her fingertips to pull my chin up. “You fucking little shit. I fucking hate you,” she said and kissed me. Her lips were actually soft for once under her lipstick.

We kissed for a few seconds and I felt her hot tongue slip into my mouth. It was wide and slick and rough. I pulled her down to the bed next to me.

I broke our kiss and ran my hands over her body, feeling the soft fabric under my fingers. I pulled at the string canlı bahis siteleri on top and free her breasts and pulled them out of their prison. I held one in my hand and wondered if it would be full of milk when the time was right. It weighted a ton. I brought the nipple up to my mouth and started to suck it.

“What are you doing?” Aunt Cathy whispered into my ear. “Everyone is downstairs.”

I sucked her nipple hard and bit it. She jerked away in pain and slapped me hard on the shoulder.

We stared at each other for a second then she grabbed my face and kissed me. I ran my hands up and down her tits, then down her corset. I pulled and tugged, and the strings loosened and it fell away from her body, exposing her large belly. I ran my hands softly down her belly, I felt the soft flesh beneath my fingers and rubbed it gently.

We kissed for a few seconds and I rubbed her belly. Then I pushed her back onto the bed and got up. I pulled my shorts and underwear off in one motion and my cock sprang to attention. Aunt Cathy laid on the bed rubbing her pussy with one hand and pinching a nipple in the other. Her belly rose up like a small mountain above the valley between her legs. Her breasts fell to each side like mounds of jello.

I pulled my shirt over my head and got on top of her, my cock raging to fuck her cunt.

“Get off me,” she whispered in my ear.

I lined my cock up and felt the opening to her pussy wrap around the head of my cock. I could feel the heat and wetness on my head.

“Everyone is downstairs,” she whispered. “They’ll hear us.”

“Then you better be quiet,” I said. I looked into her face. She wasn’t half bad looking with her makeup and hair fixed. She might have been a mean bitch, but I’d never wanted her more.

“What if he comes in here?” she whispered, rubbing my back with her hands, and moving her hips up and down, the head of my cock sliding in and out of her wet lips, the shaft aching to be buried deep inside of her pregnant pussy.

“Then I guess he’ll see me fucking you,” I said as I gently pushed inside of her.

Her pussy was burning hot and the heat surround my dick as I slide into her. Her mouth formed an O shape and her eyes bore intensely into mine as I filled her up.

The heat of her pussy was all around me, it was burning my cock and her pussy was the tightest I had ever felt it. I held onto her round body and willed myself not to cum immediately inside of her. I wanted to savior this.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “They’ll hear us. He’ll kill you. He’s going to kill us when he finds out I’m pregnant.”

I started to move slowly back and forth, pushing her fat legs up and down with each thrust.

“Is the door locked?”

Aunt Cathy nodded; her teeth clinched with the effort of being quiet.

“Good,” I said and began to fuck her faster.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy clinched me even tighter.

“Oh, I fucking hate you,” she gasped. “Oh, I fucking hate you.”

I put my mouth to her ear. “Is that why you had on makeup and had me sneak in here? Is that why you were waiting on me wearing that?” I rocked faster and she bit my shoulder and nodded.

“Are you gonna keep my baby?” I whispered.

Aunt Cathy bit my shoulder and nodded her head up against me.

As we were rocking, I heard someone come pounding up the stairs.

I slowed and we both stared at each other. We heard the footsteps move around and then away and I assumed it was one of the girls heading to their room.

I started to move faster into Aunt Cathy.

“I can’t wait till your belly is big,” I güvenilir bahis whispered rubbing my hands down her body.

“It’ll get hard and tight,” she said trying to be quiet.

I got up on me knees between her legs so I could look down on her. I put my hands on her belly and held the softness while I moved steadily back and forth. Aunt Cathy caught her tits with her forearms and squeezed them together so they would point straight up. I rocked faster into her and put my thumb on her clit.

She bit her lip and grabbed at my hand and shook her head like it was all too much. I grabbed her hand and held it so she couldn’t remove my thumb from her clit.

Aunt Cathy swung her head widely and finally got the pillow in her mouth to bite down on. I stroked my cock faster in and out and watched it slide from her pussy then disappear inside. She had shaved all her pubic hair and it was prickly and stabbing me. Her wetness was sticky on my balls, and I could hear them slapping up against her.

I heard heavy steps up the stairs and knew this time it was my uncle.

I really hoped she wasn’t lying about the door being locked. My uncle was over six feet tall and over three hundred pounds. He wasn’t in the best shape, but he was a big guy and I’m sure under the fat he had were muscles he’d use to choke the life out of me if he came in and saw my cock buried deep in his wife.

Aunt Cathy was biting the pillow and my thumb was still rubbing her clit. I could feel her pussy getting even tighter around me, threatening to squeeze my cock into nothing if it got any tighter.

I was so close to cumming. I wanted to blow my load right into Aunt Cathy’s hot pussy. This was my pregnant pussy now.

I released her clit and laid on top of her again. Aunt Cathy wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me into her. She kissed me deeply then she turned my head and put her mouth next to my ear.

“No man has ever fucked me like you have, you little shit. This is your pregnant pussy now. Please fuck it all the time.”

I felt Aunt Cathy’s pussy squeeze my cock and the heat felt like it was melting me.

The door knob the bedroom jiggled, and I heard my uncle trying to get it.

“Cath? You in there?” he said.

I let go inside of her, my cock exploding, the pressure of her tightness causing my sperm to feel like it was being ripped from my cock. I felt Aunt Cathy’s pussy squeeze me, then a burst of wetness soaked me, and I could feel it running down my balls. We bit down onto each other’s skin, hers salty with our sweat.

The door jiggled again, harder this time. “Cath! You in there!” my uncle called.

Aunt Cathy caught her breath and the door started to shake even harder.

“Cathy!”

Finally, Aunt Cathy had enough breath to say, “Yeah, babe, sorry. Was in the bathroom. I’m getting ready. I’ll be out in a few.”

I could hear my uncle making annoyed noises behind the door. “Well hurry up. I thought we were running errands today.”

I held Aunt Cathy tight.

“Yeah, one sec,” she called.

I didn’t want to let her go. My cock was raging inside her. Aunt Cathy rubbed me and hugged me in an effort to appease my need for her then gently pushed me away.

“Meet me in the pool house tonight,” she whispered after listening to my uncle storm back downstairs. “Midnight.”

I withdrew my hard cock from her and put my face down to her pussy. It smelled raw and used and the acrid sent burned my nose. I took a big lick of her wet slit and tasted her bitter juice and my salty cum. She gasped and pushed my head away.

“Tonight. Midnight. The pool house.”

She pushed me away and I got up and pulled my clothes on. Aunt Cathy went to the bathroom and gave me a loving look as she closed the door, her fat sexy body the last thing I saw before it closed.

I slipped out the balcony and down the ladder. I was through the yard and home before my cock stopped aching for her.

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Gary pulled into the driveway and blinked nervously at the main door into Destiny’s apartment. The four months they have spent apart has convinced him there’s no one else out there for him, that it has to be Destiny or no other woman.

Since they separated, the relationship between them degenerated very quickly. While with the passing of each day, emptiness replaced the space Destiny filled in his life and he began to miss her, for Destiny, her soul found solace in the heart of another man and she drifted farther away from Gary.

He has now realized that though he felt she had her faults, staying with Destiny for the joy she brings to him far outweighs her excesses. But she is heady about getting back with him now.

“Please, at least hear me out,” he said to her on their last phone conversation. “It’s over, Gary, move on!” she said to him impassively and hung up on him. That was the last time she would pick his call. All others went to voice mail until she got irritated enough to block his number on her cell, and then his calls started bouncing back in his face.

“Really?” Gary gasped, perplexed, and wiped sweat off his forehead. ‘Breaking up shouldn’t turn us to sworn enemies of each other,’ he said in a text message that wouldn’t deliver. He phased out, but not for long before his soul resumes craving badly for the most beautiful black girl in the world.

It’s 10 am this Saturday and Destiny’s day is just about starting. Denzel would soon be coming over, and she wants to get herself sexy for him. A friend of Denzel invited him for a book launch starting at 1 pm and he’d be taking Destiny along.

Gary stepped out of his white Nissan GT-R anxiously. She was always forcefully part of his decisions and he hated it then, but now part of what he misses about her. He chose the model, she chose the colour, white being one of her favourites.

She downed a cup of creamed coffee and set the oven timer at 1 Hr: 20 Min. That would be enough to get the bread ready while allowing her enough time to fix herself. Swaying her black derriere out of the kitchen, she made for the bathroom. Then the doorbell rang.

Who is that? She asked herself since she wasn’t expecting anyone but Denzel this morning, and that isn’t Denzel at the door.

“Who’s there?” Destiny asks with some measure of irritation in the tone of her voice. She’s looking through the peephole but can’t see anyone.

“Destiny, it’s me,” Gary replied.

“Oh fuck!” she hissed and turned around to head back into her bathroom.

“I am on my knees, Destiny. That’s why you can’t see me through the peephole. I am on my knees, please!”

His cry struck a chord in Destiny’s heart, and despite how so much she wanted to walk away and ignore him, it would please her to see him on his knees, just for spite.

She turned around and eagerly opened the door, and truly, there he was, on a white T-shirt she handpicked for him the last time they went shopping, on light blue denim jeans he fought to pick for himself, and most importantly, on his knees.

“Gary, it’s over. Why is that so difficult for you to comprehend?”

“Please, let me come in, let’s talk.”

Destiny looked around and tilted her heads backwards, looking into the sky over their neighbourhood and inhaling the universe in one long deep breath. A congress of crows flew east and a Boeing flew west. Away from the sky and back on the ground where men tread, it appeared no one was in sight, or at least at close range.

“There’s no space inside my apartment for you türkçe bahis Gary, just like there’s none in my heart for you. If you aren’t comfortable on your knees, you can go back home.”

He exhaled slowly, hoping the fear and anguish in his soul came out with that breath.

“This is home, Destiny. You are home.”

“I gave you three weeks to get your act together, but you thought you had a chance with Senator Palmer’s daughter. I dumped you. She dumped you. You lost, Gary, like that Manchester United — Ipswich Town game, 9 — 0.”

Gary looked up at her in dismay. She’s too unmoved by his show of humility and would rather humiliate him than show him any amount of consideration.

“5 from me, 4 from her. You, nil! Big loser.”

“Destiny, there was nothing between us, you know this. Please be honest. Tell me you only used that as an opportunity to oust me.”

“Ok. Yes. What do you want to do about it?”

“Beg.”

Destiny snarled at him. “Don’t beg me. It’s too late. You should have ignored Denzel, but you were too obsessed with what was never a threat. Well, now it is, and it’s a lost battle. You accused me of seeing him, now I am.”

The thought that he drove her to this bites almost even more than the fact that she dumped him.

“I know what we share. Deep down in your heart, I know what you feel for me.”

“Gary, do you want to know what I feel for you now?”

She let the towel fall of her body and turned around. Gary blinked at the sudden display of this beautiful black ass in front of him and swore he’d not lose that to some other guy, Denzel or whatever.

Destiny spread her ass cheeks and rested her ass crack on Gary’s face.

Fruuu Bruuuummmbb!!

The rancid fart saddened his face and went up his nostrils. All through the years they dated, he had never had to inhale her fart. The smell of her fart was so terrible, like spoilt food.

“This is what I feel for you, Gary—disgust!”

He couldn’t say a word, too dazed to. Destiny picked up her towel from the floor and wrapped it around her sexy body.

“I’m willing to let you have this, if you insist you still want to earn some space in my life somehow.

“Nothing left?” Gary asked. Her fart was so potent that five minutes after, the stink was still in his nose and lungs.

“Nothing else, just disgust. We can try this and see how far it can go. Come in, on your knees still though. That’s what bought you this chance.”

She stepped aside and stared at the centre of his head as he came into the house on his knees. She shut the door and headed for the bathroom.

“I’m preparing myself for Denzel. He will soon be here. But I want to poop. I suppose you can clean me up afterwards.”

Gary looked confused.

“Don’t look at me like that, Gary. The love is for Denzel, disgust for you. We will all be happy if we stick to this.”

She was indeed amused that he had no fight left within him, only surprise and submission.

She sat on the water closet and Gary stared at her, pooping, but beautiful still. She comfortably stared back at him. He lingered his gaze on her red-painted toenails, dazzling and reflecting their glamour in his shiny eyes. Shiny because they are teary. Teary because he is sad. Sad because he lost this brown-skinned girl. Her teeth just like pearl. He is lusting on her silky face when a big turd tumbles down her ass and smashes into the water. The smell came next. Smells familiar, thanks to the brief introduction to her anus some minutes ago.

The second turd tumbled into the closet and she was done. To wipe her ass now, why? Gary has a tongue, doesn’t he?

“Flush,” she said to him pointing at the rectangular white tank behind the toilet bowl.

That’s not a difficult task at all. He went forward iddaa siteleri and pushed the button. Afterwards, Destiny placed both hands on his shoulders and forced him back down. He reluctantly went back down on his knees.

“You will wipe my ass clean, Gary, with your tongue.”

She turned around and spread her ass cheeks. “Now!” she ordered.

A brown ring of shit smear winked at him as her anus puckered. Gary shut his eyes and shove his face into her ass crack.

He placed his soft tongue beneath her anus and took a swipe up, licking the shit stain off.

“Yummy, right?” Destiny asked.

He ignored her attempt to kill him with shame and swirled his tongue around her anus, tasting her shit and swallowing the smear.

“Err, I want to fart. Cover my bumhole and keep still.”

Brrrrrrr Burrrrpppp!!

Destiny’s anus blew a wet fart into his mouth. He felt tiny shit particles on his hard and soft palates.

“Suck my bumhole.”

She arched her back and chuckled at the sweet feeling of having her anus sucked.

“I never knew you could be this stupid, Gary. I can’t believe I’m doing this to you.”

Her words cut through his heart like a knife would through butter. He can’t believe she is doing this to him either, but there’s no willpower to resist. Perhaps after all this, she’d reinstate him? Doesn’t look so anymore. From one corner of his mind, he heard a dark throaty voice agreeing with Destiny and saying to him; you know pal, you are indeed stupid and don’t deserve to be her man anymore.

Water splashed on his face and jolted him back to mindfulness. Destiny was showering already and he didn’t even know it.

Her phone rang from on top of a cabinet in the kitchen where she left it, and then the doorbell rang.

“That’s Denzel,” Destiny said, shifting her head to the side and sweeping her face downwards with her palm, the water from the shower now dropped on her shoulder, not on her head. “Go get the door. And Gary,” she paused and swallowed, “Be very respectful to him. Be very very respectful to him. That’s an order!”

“Ok,” Gary replied. He has never been the unruly type though, and she knows that. His legs lifted very slowly like they were made out of steel, being made heavy by sudden depression.

Denzel was shocked to see Gary opening the door. They disliked each other, but a pretty girl between them kept the delicate balance—even when she is bodily in the bathroom.

“She’s in the bathroom,” Gary manages to say and holds the door open for him to get done with being dazed and move his stupid ass in.

Denzel walked in and sat on the sofa in the living room, with his head rowdy like children’s playground at a creche. One man sat, the other stood, fighting Destiny’s tiny voice in his head telling him to go back on his knees.

It was the longest five minutes of both their lives, the shortest in which Destiny could hurry up and round up her bath. She grabbed the towel from the hanger and draped it around her wet body.

The patter of her cute feet was followed by her wet lips settling on Denzel’s cheek. He turned sideways and their lips locked in an affectionate kiss. This was all Denzel needed to know he is still the winner.

“Sugar!” she called through a pretty smile rippling on her face. Denzel held her hands and pulled her closer, but she would rather dry her body first; “I’m wet.”

“I can take you like that,” Denzel says to her.

“Humm, I am now also wet down here,” she replies, pointing at her crotch.

Denzel got on his feet and smiled back at her. She turned around and started grinding her ass on his groin. Now facing Gary, she furrows her brows at him, “Why are you on your feet?” she asked with a stern and disapproving tone. “My house, my rules, bitch!”

Gary deneme bonusu veren siteler looked away shamefully and dropped on his knees, to Denzel’s biggest surprise.”

He leaned forward and spoke into Destiny’s ear, “Babe, what’s going on here?”

“My Ex insists on coming back into my life, luckily, I have this little tiny bit of space for a wimp, any problem?”

Denzel traced his fingers over her stomach, up over her chest and grabbed her boobs, “None, my love, none.”

Her face brightened up in a smile like firecrackers in Christmas sky. “That’s my bull, now take me, sir, will you?”

Denzel ran his zipper down and his throbbing hard cock happily jumped forward. Loser Gary returned his gaze on the disrespectful scene unfolding in front of him.

Destiny tilted to the side and grabbed Denzel’s cock and pointed it at Gary. “By the way, this is what a real cock looks like, not that stalk of vegetable between your thighs.”

Her words got Denzel even harder, and while he yet still found the way Destiny was humiliating Gary quite much to take in, he was in the mood to service her as she desired. For the second time this morning, Destiny’s towel falls to the floor, and Denzel’s big black cock finds entry into her juicy cunt.

Destiny between two men. One is black, the other is white. The bull is fucking, the loser is on his knees, watching.

She howled and rolled her waist on Denzel’s plunging cock. He held her waist with one hand and pushed her forward with the other hand and thrust deep into her with a heavy bang. Her torso bumped forward, but his hands held her in place. Drops of water flew from the tendrils of her hair and landed on Gary’s face.

It would be their hardest fuck, fueled by Gary’s humiliation.

Denzel held Destiny’s left arm with his left hand and held her waist with his right hand. He spread his feet further apart to maintain solid balance and began to thrust harder into her. The pleasure surging through her body becomes enormous, and on Denzel’s next thrust, she loses her feet and bumps forward on Gary. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his, using him for support to keep her pussy steady for Denzel’s violent thrusts.

Denzel felt like a king, greatly turned on by the plot. He has read an erotica piece on cuckoldry before, but here he was in the middle of one, in real life, not on paper or digital print. He rammed deep into Destiny with his raging cock, and drove her to climax.

“Dee, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Destiny screamed. Saliva flew out of her mouth and landed on the bridge of Gary’s nose.

Denzel had been holding himself from cumming, so this was the time to let go. He slammed a series of rapid hard thrusts into Destiny and they both cummed in symphony.

Destiny threw all her weight on Gary while Denzel sat on the arm of the sofa. His cum dripped from Destiny’s pussy down her thighs, the smell of which irritated Gary, and the level of his anger-mixed-with-sorrow spiked, but his knees did not. They remained glued to the floor, supporting Destiny’s weight. She exhaled.

“Damn, this is epic!” she puffed and investigated Gary’s pitiful face, now that her muscles have regained coordination.

“Welcome back, Gary,” she said, smiling and holding his chin up as her gaze met his, “With this, we are back together, only not as lovers.” That orgasm loosened every part of her body, including the lower end of her gut system. She felt pockets of air being dislodged down her colon and quickly turned around. She spread her ass cheeks and rested her ass on Gary’s face. His nose sank in and its tip poked her anus.

Frshhh Frrrrr Fruummmmpp!!

The eggy smell of her fart overshadowed the smell of cum on her thighs, but both displeased Gary equally. He inhaled her fart and closed his eyes in a vain attempt to hold back a tear.

For a moment, the world seemed to revolve around Destiny and an invisible crown grew on her head. Effortlessly, she made a bull out of her lover, and a cuckold out of her Ex.

And a domme queen out of herself.

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It is a slow burn.

I’ve lurked this site for a while, so its inspired by some of the stories I’ve read, but is entirely the work of the author.

I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I did my best, but there is a lot of going back and forth in tense – which is tricky.

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Annie was working in their room when Michele had come hobbling through the door tears running down her cheeks. For a moment Annie had just watched, not sure what was happening; why Michele was crying.

The girls weren’t close, but were friendly. Annie hoped that they would become friends, that Michele might help ease the way for her socially at their new school. Both had transferred in as sophomores. Michele who was 19 had come from a school Down South. Annie, who was a year younger, had transferred in from an accelerated program for “the gifted”. So both were starting out the year on their back foot socially. Michele, who was a head taller than Annie, had thick beautiful brown hair that Annie coveted, was athletic, stylish, and was gorgeous to boot. And while Annie believed she was pretty too, she was pretty in a pixie way. Shy, with short cropped blonde hair (a recent experiment with bangs gone horribly wrong) and a slight frame, she wasn’t even boyish compared to her roommate’s womanly frame. She was little-boyish. Not a head turner like Michele.

After just a little over a week of knowing her, Annie already idolized Michele. Self-confident and socially assertive, but not vain or snarky, Annie felt she was strong in a way that she would like to be. But here she was flush and in tears.

Annie stood, her arms hanging uselessly at her sides. Michele had her hair pulled back in a thick pony tail and was in running gear – a tight white tank top over a sports bra, little red short-shorts, and clunky beige trail-runners. Her legs were spattered and smeared with mud. “Did you fall?”

“No!” Michele almost bellowed, then drew in a sharp breath, tears beginning to stream down her face. “I mean I did, but it’s not”, she sucked in another breath. “My legs are cramping!” she hissed through gritted teeth as she stumbled forward.

“Lay down!” Annie urged her. Michele toppled face down onto her bed, her feet hanging off the end of the bed, her legs twisting flexing with the cramps. Annie started grabbing her shoe and ankle, preparing to pull it off, but stopped, suddenly unsure of of herself.

“Can I rub it for you?”

Michele, face buried in her pillow was now sobbing, but Annie squeezed her ankle and Michele nodded her head in the affirmative. That was enough.

Annie’s only experience with massage was rubbing her mother’s stiff neck after a long work day, and sometimes her feet to help her relax while they sat together watching TV together on the couch. This was something entirely beyond Annie’s ken.

Annie knelt at the end of Michele’s bed and quickly pulled her shoes and socks off. Unlike the idle foot rubs she gave her mother to relax, Michele was writhing in pain her feet bunched up like fists. Annie grabbed her feet and began to squeeze and rub them both with all the force she could muster. She pressed much harder then she would ever would have dared using on her mother’s feet.

She could feel corded tendons through the soles of Michele’s arches and used her thumbs to grind into them. Michele, her face still buried in her pillow, cried out, but didn’t protest, so Annie pressed on. Still kneeling at the end of the bed, she began working even harder into the arches of her friend’s feet with all the strength she had, then using the heal of her hand to stretch Michele’s curled toes, and using both hands to hinge each her frozen ankles as best she could.

Rising onto her knees, Annie began to work her hands up Michele’s calves. She brushed away dry mud and jealously admired the other girl’s long muscular legs. Her skin was perfectly smooth and still tan from summer. Annie burned easily and jokingly described herself as “skinny fat” feeling her own skin was pasty and doughy. Her hands looked suddenly tiny and pale; bird like and inadequate against Michele’s bucking calves.

Shaking off the harsh thoughts, Annie focused on squeezing as hard as she could. Her forearms ached with the strain but she felt like she was hardly having any effect on the stronger girl. She wished was stronger. She worked the cramping muscles as best she could, sweating and grunting with the effort. Like her feet, the tendons in Michele’s calves felt rigid, her muscles spasmed, fighting Annie.

With Michele’s feet still hanging off the side of her bed on either side of her, Annie did her best to work both legs at the same time. But more often than not she needed both hands for one leg, or to abandon the calves altogether, in order to return to the work of pulling open Michele’s cramping feet. But slowly Annie worked her way upward, pressing her hips into the mattress, reaching forward as far as she could.

Annie wiped sweat from her lip and climbed bedava bahis onto the foot of the bed, kneeling again, but now on the mattress between Michele’s legs. Annie wasn’t sure, but she thought she could feel the other girl beginning to relax. If nothing else she had finally stopped sobbing.

Now, rather than kneading and grinding with all her force, Annie began to rub and massage more gently, working from Michel’s toes upward; straddling one leg and then the other. She allowed her hands to climb a bit higher now, less and less worried with each pass that her feet would begin to spasm again.

Clearly the crisis passed, Michele was breathing deeply, almost as if asleep. She made no move to try and get up or otherwise end the massage however, so Annie continued. The only time Michele would shift, even slightly, was as Annie shifted from stranding one leg to the other.

Allowing herself for the first time to reflect on what she had done. Annie felt curiously proud of herself, like a hero – something she was very unaccustomed to feeling. But she also realized, now that it was no longer an emergency, how much she was enjoying messaging Michele.

Annie had always thought her mother was beautiful, and loved touching her, making her feel good. The neck and foot rubs she had given her were discrete, however, not like what she found herself doing now. As she worked up and down Michel’s long legs in turn she found the contact itself pleasurable – even erotic.

Annie wondered why she had never massaged any of the boys she dated – it wasn’t a long list, ‘three’ she thought glumly. Part of the problem was that the boys she seemed comfortable with were as timid as she was. She had been too afraid of things going “too far” to allow any of them to do much more than kiss and grope, and paralyzed by the idea of instigating anything herself. But as she pressed into Michel’s thigh, she was enjoying the feeling of her legs in her hands, the skin on skin, pressing into her muscles, the idea of the pleasure she was giving. She realized with a start that she was getting turned on.

Until then, Annie had been cooling down from the heat of the hard work of the crisis, but now she felt herself blush with sudden embarrassment. She had been so lost in the effort and then the pleasure of what she was doing, but now she looked down at Michele with new eyes. Her face was still hidden from view, buried in her pillow. And while her breathing was heavy and slow – still hadn’t stirred – Annie was sure however that she wasn’t asleep. Michel’s jaw was clenching. Her arms, wrapped around her pillow above her head, were flexing, her hands squeezing the pillow as Annie continued to massage her legs.

Watching the pulses of Michele’s fists, clenching and unclenching, Annie felt her own breathing shorten, become a little shaky. Her stomach seemed to fill with heat as her wrapped-hands moved up the back of Michel’s thigh. She let them climb higher now than she had been before, sliding upwards until her fingers were just brushing the red hem of the running shorts; she felt lightheaded. Again she worked her way down, feeling herself relax as she did, almost as if she were moving away from danger.

She studied Michele as her hands moved slowly up again. The muscles of her bare shoulders were better defined than any of the boys she’d dated. And while her back was muscular and sculpted, her chest and waist were narrow and delicate. Down and up her hands moved, pressing inward, feeling abruptly cool and oddly light as they climbed – as if they had bird bones.

Annie started to rise. Intending to stop but Michele seemed to anticipate she was just switching legs again, she shifted. Annie watched as Michele’s back arched ever so slightly, lifting her ass a tiny fraction, almost imperceptibly parting her legs. ‘Making room for me’, Annie thought.

Annie went still, hovering there, watching the red shorts shifting. Admiring Michele’s hips and round muscular ass. ‘Plump’ she thought, surprising herself.

Annie placed her hands on either side of Michel’s hips. Suddenly aware of how quiet the room had become; the failing light. Twilight was falling. Climbing off her right leg Annie let her head droop and elbows flex. Her face very close to the small of Michele’s back, and those red shorts. She listened as Michele take a shallow stuttering breath.

…

Annie was awake. Something had awaken her, mate a sound but she wasn’t sure. She lay still, wide awake, listening to the darkness.

After ‘the massage’ things had been awkward with Michele. She had thanked Annie as she gathered her dap kit and towel. Limping out of the room towards the showers, but not once had she looked Annie in the eye.

Watching after her, wondering if she had misread what had happened, wishing she had had the courage to act, and at the same time berating herself for being a weirdo and a pervert. Her face hot with shame, she was sure Michele hated her; thought she was a creep. She had made a fool of herself.

Not able to face further embarrassment, casino siteleri Annie had thrown on a light jacket and rushed out of the room, heading down the hall away from the bathrooms, away from the stupid mistake she’d made. Once outside, she stood in the crisp evening air fighting back tears. The quad was mostly empty. Besides a few shadowy figures crossing in the distance, everyone was at dinner. A boy’s loud laugh was abruptly cut short as a door slammed.

She’d took a deep breath, gathering herself in the privacy of the gloom, and deciding what to do, headed to the cafeteria.

When Annie arrived the hall was filled and noise with students talking loudly and laughing, the clatter of flatware and trays, the clanging bangs from the kitchen crew. While she hadn’t missed dinner, she’d missed the rush. There was no line. Getting herself a tray she went down the line, trying to remember what things Michele liked. She wasn’t hungry, but made herself a small salad as well.

Checking out, the woman at the registered looked at her as she hander over her meal card. “Are you all right?”

The tears threatened to return, but Annie took a deep breath, pushing them down. “Home sick”, she lied.

The woman handed back her card with both hands, touching Annie’s hand and smiling. “It only feels like it will never get better, but it will.”

“Yes mam”, Annie did her best to smile “Thank you.”

Annie found a place to sit and forced herself to eat the salad. She didn’t hurry, she wasn’t anxious to get back to the rom. No one else stopped her, or tried to talk to her, no one else even knows me she thought glumly.

When she got back to the room Michele was already in bed and the lights were off, but the shades were still open. The halogens from the quad threw enough dappled light through the trees to light the room in patches.

Michele had an old pair of button up men’s pajamas, like something Dick Van Dyke might have worn. She was laying on her side facing the wall, the cuffed sleeve covering her face, her hand draped like sculpture over the waves of her hair.

As quietly as she could Annie put the tray of food and drinks on Michele’s desk, she kicked off her shoes, striped out of her jeans and socks, took a careful look around the room, and pulled down the shades. Rather then let her eyes adjust to the darkness, she shuffled slowly to her bed, careful not to knock into any of the things she’s seen before drawing the shades.

Sleep had not come easily. For along time Annie had lain in the dark, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, listening to Michele breathe. She was sure she wasn’t going to be able to fall sleep, but at some point she must have – because here she was in the darkened room listening; wondering what had woken her up. She heard it then, a tiny high pitched grunt of pain.

She turned her head to look, her eyes fully adjusted to the darkness. The light from the edges of the shades was more than enough to see Michele was silently twisting on her bed, her hands holding her right leg which was pointing like a ballerina, but rigid, her mouth held in an O of pain. Annie jumped out of bed and rushed across the gap, kneeling, she put her hands over Michele’s, feeling the spasming muscle beneath.

“Can I rub it for you?” She whispered. She knew she was begging, and wondered if Michele knew.

Michele released her leg, turning her face into her pillow, and nodded.

Again she started with Michele’s foot. Working at the knotting tendons, flexing the toes and ankles. Michele was stronger than she was, and her arms were still sore from earlier, so it was still hard work, but she was thankful it was only the one leg this time.

Keeping one hand working her foot, she used the other to begin kneading her calf, which was bare. Michele had either kicked her pajama bottoms off or more likely had just been sleeping in the button up shirt. As it was, Annie was glad not to have them in her way as she worked upwards. She felt how hard the thigh was cramping and knew Michele must be in terrible pain. As soon as the foot was relaxed enough to uncurl, she climbed onto the mattress and straddled Michele’s leg, using both her hands working Michele’s Michele’s calf and thigh.

The crisis was over almost as suddenly as it began. Annie felt Michele’s leg relax under her and with some relief was able to focus on more than what she was doing with her hands. Without stoping her work, she really looked at the wider chaos of Michele’s bed for the first time. The covers had been pushed to the floor at the end of the bed, and the fitted sheet was partly off the mattress. Michele’s old man pajama tops had become unbuttoned and were pushed up to the middle of her back. And like a blow to the head Annie realized Michele was totally naked from the waist down..

She stared, mouth open, but her hands never stopped massaging Michele’s leg. Climbing and retreating her hands rubbed the muscles of Michele’s thigh while she was trying to gather her scattered thoughts.

As she stared at Michele’s bahis siteleri naked ass she remembered hovering over the small of Michele’s back earlier, looking at those red shorts, her paralysis, and her regret as she slowly pulled herself upwards and stepped off the bed. Her shame when Michele refused to look her in the eye.

Her hands continue to massage but her mouth grew wet and her belly warm as she stared at Michele’s bare ass. Again her hands worked up Michele’s thigh, as they neared her ass Annie felt light headed again, her mouth filling with saliva and her breath became so short she could hardly breath.

Releasing her hold on Michele’s leg, Annie leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of Michele’s bare hips. Letting her head droop, she bent her elbows, until she knew Michele would be able to feel her breath on the small of her back.

Everything went still and quiet. In the darkness Annie waited, her face was close enough that she felt the heat rising off Michele’s skin. Her breath, shallow and ragged, out and in and slowly out again. She felt Michele move. It was a tiny shift, hardly a movement at all, but Annie’s whole attention was focused on it. She sensed, as much by the change in temperature against her face as through the mattress with her hands, the shift. Michele was arching her back again, rolling her ass upwards, ever so slightly spreading her legs.

Placing her weight on her toes Annie lifted her knees off the mattress. Balanced there, on all fours above Michele’s beautiful bare backside. She felt like she was made of glass as climbed off Michele’s right leg, and carefully settled back down over her left leg. She took a beep breath though her nose as she settle back onto her haunches and then began caressing the back of Michele’s other calf. Barely pressing in with her thumbs, Annie wrapped her fingers as far around as they could reach, stroking upwards then retreating. Squeezing harder as she moved down the leg then up, in an effort to slow herself; to stop herself from rushing back up. Only when her hands had reached Michele’s achilles’ tendon, her wrists pressing against her panties, would allow herself to begin the slow caress upwards again.

As she worked upwards Annie watched Michele, the small movements of her ribs as she drew breath, the curve of her back upwards to her full round ass. Annie had always been self conscious of her own butt. It wasn’t big or wide, nothing on her was, but it stuck out – it always had. Boys had made fun of her in school, calling her “bubble butt”. Looking at Michele’s bubble butt, the way it rose up from the small of her back, heavy and powerful looking at the top of her thighs, Annie shivered. She wondered if her butt looked as sexy as Michele’s.

She found her gaze dropping until she was staring into the darkness between Michele’s legs, trying but failing to pull detail from those shadows. She wondered again what Michele wanted and felt a jolt of excitement and fear. Annie wasn’t even sure what she wanted herself. That, she supposed, is what had paralyzed her before, she hadn’t known what to do. She blushed with shame of the memory.

She wished Michele would tell her what to do. She thought of the way her mother would direct her when she rubbed her neck or massaged her feet, almost order her. ‘She was so strict’.

Annie wanted to ask Michele, beg her, but she was afraid to break the silence; to disturb the stillness. Still, she wished Michele would move again or make a sound, give her some sign, but she lay so entirely still now, so quiet, almost as if she were hiding.

Again the minutes seemed to stretch on as Annie caressed and massaged the healthy left leg. As before, Annie moved slowly upwards. Whenever her hands reached the top of her stroke she dared herself to let them climb just a bit higher, feeling herself go still each time. Her hands felt light, like birds, in those moments of daring. And while Michele’s stillness was at first disquieting, the absoluteness of it began to emboldened Annie. She was holding so still, keeping so quiet, Annie decided, the stillness was itself an action. She might as well have been flailing and yelling.

As she thought this, she felt her index finger brush against Michele’s sex.

She froze. Expecting a gasp, or for Michele to jerk away, but nothing. The only sound was a fabric scrape. Michele’s fists were twisting the linen of her pillow as she pressed her face deeper into the cushion.

Annie looked at the girl spread out in front of her as she shifted her left hand off her thigh and onto the mattress to take her weight. Leaning forward she slowly stroked upwards with her right hand. It was just a feathers touch, but as her hand rose some liminal barrier was breached and Michele slicked the edge of Annie’s finger. Annie felt something give way in herself as well.

Hovering over Michele early, looking down at the scarlet red of her running shorts, Annie had felt paralyzed. Holding her breath, she had wondered what she should do; had hoped for inspiration to strike. Rather than an inspiration, she’d heard her mother bark “Annie!” in disapproval – as clear as if she had been in the room. She had quickly climbed off Michele’s leg and retreated to her desk in shame. But now she felt shame give way like something liquid, felt it drain away; replaced by a kind of thirst.

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This story is based on a real incident that happened some years back in the UK. The details of the story are factual as far as what is retained in my memory, and only a few details have been omitted to remove any possible chance of identification of the individuals concerned.

Our house was located on the edge of a small village with just a small community centre and then fields beyond us. We had a small front lawn of the open plan style with a few low shrubs to the front edge, and at one side we were screened from view of the next house by some high hedges.

One evening I was on my own in the house enjoying a beer in the upstairs front lounge looking out across the road at the fields in the last of the mid summer twilight. The house lights were switched off, and the large low level windows were rotated into a full vent position to catch any breeze. It was one of those clear nights when every sound seemed much louder although all was quiet except for an occasional passing car.

Around 1030pm I heard some voices in the distance coming towards me, and a group of about 20 late teenagers came into view going home from the nearby community centre. A small group detached themselves from the rest and stopped under the street light on the grass verge right outside our front lawn. Some sat on a low-level road name sign whilst others stood around.

We had occasional trouble in the past with vandalism, and so I kept an eye on their activities. I could hear every word through the open windows, as they were only a short distance away from me across the small front lawn. They appeared however to be only having an innocent chat and smoke together before finally going home, and I carried on supping my beer.

Eventually most of them moved off leaving just one couple behind. This couple carried on talking for a while about some issues discussed earlier with the group.

Then the girl stepped into the road and looked up the road towards the village centre and said

“It’s OK – I can’t see anyone now. If you want a kiss and cuddle let’s do it here”

“What if someone comes this way”

“No-one will walk out this way so late. Come on it’s our only chance”

“OK but we’d better watch out”

So they started kissing and cuddling in a gentle sort of way, stopping occasionally to look around to make sure no one was coming back up the road from the village. At this stage I was occasionally illegal bahis looking down in their direction out of curiosity and fully expecting that they would stop shortly. They were very visible to me in looking down on them from above with the glow of the streetlight above them.

This scene progressed to where he put his hands on her small breasts over her tee shirt asking if this was OK with just a mumbled reply “Yes that’s good” as they carried on kissing.

Shortly afterwards a car’s headlights started to light up the road from the distance and they stopped all activity and stood apart. Nothing was said as the car drove past them and on into the village

When the car gone past she walked out into the road and looked up towards the village, saying “It’s OK there is no-one in sight”.

They embraced again and started kissing again with his hands back on her breasts.

He then pulled her tee shirt up at the front, pulled her bra up over her small breasts, dropped the tee shirt down again, and caressed her breasts with his hands under her tee shirt.

She responded “Oh that feels good, I was hoping that we would do this!”

At this stage I had long ago lost interest in my beer and my heartbeat had increased substantially. I was now aroused myself, and was now in a dilemma as to whether to carry on ‘spying’ or to retire to bed. I was also worried about making a noise in getting up from my chair and thereby disturbing them. At this point a strong urge came over me to carry on watching them although at the same time with a guilty feeling.

By this stage she was leaning back against the back of the low level road name sign facing towards me whilst he was caressing her. He lifted her tee shirt up again, and sucked her nipples whilst she held her head back making encouraging noises.

He resumed kissing her mouth again, and moved his hands to the front of her jeans rubbing her crutch area. She in turn started rubbing the bulge in the front of his jeans.

She then said out loud “Oh I’m getting wet, put your hand inside!”

He undid the front of her jeans with her help, pulled her pants forward, and put his hand down between her legs. After he did this she struggled to open up the top of his jeans, and he then helped her by unfastening the belt, opening his jeans at the top.

She put her hand down inside his pants and then casino siteleri asked ” Have you done this before with anyone?”

“No”

“Neither have I, but I was dreaming of holding your cock earlier tonight. It feels really hard and so big”

She pulled his pants down further to release his cock and caressed it with a hand, whilst he continued with a hand inside her pussy. Her jeans were by this stage now pushed down past her hips.

They were still visible with the streetlight illuminating every move as I looked down on them from above. Most of their conversations were spoken quietly and clearly and not as a whisper.

“Rub your cock against my pussy!” she exclaimed quite loudly

“Are you sure it’s OK?”

“Yes I am sure. I am very wet!”

They pulled their jeans down a bit more and he started to move slowly against her as they kissed with her butt leaning back against the road sign once more.

As they gently moved against each other she said “Oh that’s good ..I’m really turned on, put your cock right inside me”

“What if I come inside”

“Got any condoms?

“No my brother has some in his bedroom but that’s no use now”

“Just pull out just before you come”

” re you sure that’s OK”

“Yes I am sure. I want your cock inside my pussy now!”

“OK but where can we do it?”

“What about lying down there under that bush? No one will see us there”, she said as she pointed to the small shrubs just inside the front edge of our lawn area.

So they stepped across the boundary of our lawn and lay down close up to a small bush that shielded them from the road. He rolled her over onto her back and pulled her jeans and pants right off her legs, and then did the same with his own clothes. I could still see most of the activity clearly and the small dark mound of hair around her pussy was visible briefly at this stage.

I was now getting to the very excited stage myself and hoping that they would not be disturbed or change their minds. I had undone the front of my own trousers whilst remaining seated and I was now slowly masturbating.

She said, “Just go slowly, and pull out when you are close. We can probably do that a few times before you come. Let’s enjoy it last a while”

He rolled on top of her and there was a loud “Ooh yes that’s good” from her as he thrust into her. He carried on poker siteleri slowly thrusting in and out and then muttered, “That feels great … but I need to stop soon or I’ll come”

She replied “OK let’s stop for a minute!”

So they lay side by side again quietly kissing for a minute or so.

She then asked “This time I want to try with me on top as some of my friends say it’s great!”

“OK but go carefully!”

So she climbed on top and both of them muttered, “That’s great!”

She started slowly riding up and down him

By this stage I could hear the sound of the wetness as she moved up and down. I was also feeling close to coming myself from all the visual and audio stimulation of the erotic scene in front of me.

Soon he muttered, “Stop, I’m close again!” and she rolled off him and they lay still for a while.

She said, “We need to come this time. You climb on top again but don’t pull out until the last minute”

So he rolled on top again and started thrusting, and she pulled her legs up high over his shoulders.

After a short spell he muttered loudly “I’m coming!”

“Carry on until you are really close…. it feels so good!”

“I’m coming, I’m must pull out now!”

She replied ” No leave it right in deep and push hard!”

“I’m coming .. are you sure?”

“Yes yes yes!”

He was now riding up and down much quicker with loud wet sounds mixed with heavy breathing as they moved

“I’m coming…?”

She was muttering “Yes, yes, yes,….” as they both came noisily.

He carried on shooting his load deep inside her for what seemed a long time.

By this time I too had grabbed a tissue and was quietly shooting a load of my own.

They lay still in each other’s arms for a while

Then she said quietly ” That was great. I’ve been hoping to go all the way with you for ages but did not have the courage to start anything until tonight.”

“Want to do it again with me another night?”

“Yes but you’d better borrow some condoms from your brother for next time though. We’d better get off home now as it’s late”

Then she got up and had a pee on the lawn. She pulled some tissues out of her bag to clean them both and they put their clothes back on. They threw the tissues under the hedge and walked off up the road towards the rest of the houses in the village.

The following morning I did wonder if this had all been part of an erotic dream, but the discarded tissues were lying under the bush in the front garden to prove otherwise.

Fortunately I hadn’t any idea of the identity of either party although I still feel guilt from having watched such an intimate love scene.

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Author’s Note: It’s been a couple of years since I posted a story on Lit. Most of my stories are inspired by true events, but are liberally embellished by my imagination. This story, however, is completely true – every word of it, to the best of my recollection. It starts out a bit slowly to develop the context, but if you’ll stay with me, I think you’ll see why I’m still haunted by this encounter after more than 17 years.

“LOVE AT THE BODY SHOPPE”

I’d been hooked for a while. No, not on cocaine, not on weed – not even on alcohol. On tanning salons.

Not the kind where you get that beach-ready look, or are in danger of the lobster look if you fall asleep in the bed. I’m talking about the mid-1990’s Houston euphemism for live, one-on-one peep and stroke shows.

In other places, their more physically interactive counterparts are known as massage parlors. But in Houston in the mid-1990’s, any form of paid physical sexual contact was illegal – and may still be. The “tanning salon” owners knew what they were doing, and they had no appetite for tangling with law enforcement. So they found ways to satisfy their customers without technically breaching the law.

I suppose anyone looking for a genuine tanning experience could rent the beds that they had on display and baste their way to Tropicana heaven. For those of us in the know, however – and it was likely a large majority of their client base – there was a much more erotic experience available from the lovely ladies who manned the welcome desks.

For a fee, you could pick your favorite girl and have her “model” some tanning swimwear in a room at the back. You’d be seated in a comfy recliner chair and asked to wait for her to “get ready.”

She’d go off and change to wispy swimwear and then enter the room from another door. Once she pressed the “play” button on a boom box to start the modeling music track, she’d begin to disrobe and invite you to “get more comfortable.”

To remove any doubt about expectations, there was always a box of Kleenex and a bottle of body lotion on a little table beside the comfy chair. You’ve got it – the “getting comfortable” suggestion was for you to get naked and give yourself a hand job while watching the girl dance naked. It was sort of one level better than watching girls at a strip joint. Here, you left happy instead of frustrated.

As for any further expectations, once you’d learned the ropes, you knew not to expect anything more. Each girl would remind you at the outset that there was to be no physical contact, as that was strictly forbidden and against the law. The more bitchy of the “models” would remind you that they were wearing spiked heels and knew how to use them if you got out of hand (no pun intended).

I first learned about the tanning salons shortly after I moved to Houston. My wife and kids had stayed behind in Atlanta to try and sell our house. I was in a new town, in a new job with a new company.

I had some lonely nights the first few weeks, first at a hotel and then in a temporary apartment provided by the company. I didn’t want to complicate my life with an affair, but I needed some form of companionship and sexual release. I stayed away from the bars and took to watching porn and jerking off to ease my sexual frustration and loneliness. I still felt lonely with my video companions. I needed human companionship.

Soon after, as I was looking through the classified ads at the back of the newspaper, I noticed some ads for strip clubs. I had been to strip clubs a few times in Atlanta, but I didn’t like the dirty feeling of ogling the same girls at the same time as all the other guys in the joint.

In the same section of the classified ads, I noticed ads for “tanning salons.” It didn’t take me long to figure out that these were essentially private strip clubs.

After my first visit (and a thorough schooling in the “rules”), I was hooked. I could feel a bit of human companionship while keeping my life uncomplicated. Since I was paying, there was no danger of developing a relationship. Since I wasn’t technically having sex – or even physical contact – there was no need to feel guilty about cheating on my wife. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

It took nearly six months for our house in Atlanta to sell. After the first 3 months, the company no longer provided temporary housing, so I had to move into an apartment.

With the added expense and still carrying a mortgage, I carefully rationed my entertainment money out of each 2 weeks’ paycheck. No ball games, no bar nights, no dance clubs – just “tanning.” Of course, I made sure to pay cash each time so there was no paper trail through my credit cards – wouldn’t want to rock the boat back in Atlanta.

I made it a point not to be seen too regularly at any one salon. I’d go once a week, but found different salons in different parts of the city, so it was a few months before I made a second visit to the same place.

By the time our house sold, I had just about made the rounds canlı bahis to each of the tanning salons a second time. However, after my wife and kids moved out to Houston, I cut dramatically down on my tanning salon visits. But I couldn’t completely stop – I was addicted.

I cut down to once a month, but my guilty pleasure began affecting my job performance. I lost focus. But it wasn’t just my addiction that was causing it. I discovered that my new company was involved in some unethical practices, and I wanted out.

With the help of a recruiter, I found out about a really good job opportunity in Arkansas. After a few interviews over the course of a month, I was hired and scheduled to start the following month. My Houston employer was disappointed that my tenure was ending so abruptly, but thankfully the situation never got messy, and I made plans to leave.

Besides dealing with my company situation, the impending move to Arkansas could help me in another way. There were no “tanning salons” in Arkansas, at least not to my knowledge (now, meth labs in Arkansas are different story for another day). I needed to break my tanning salon addiction, and the move would force me to go “cold turkey.”

It was late May, and the kids had just finished their school year. We’d be moving the first week of June, and I decided that I would have one last “hurrah” at one of the tanning salons. I was feeling particularly horny, and my wife had become so busy with moving preparations that she claimed exhaustion and refused to join me in any sexual activities.

Departing from my past line of thinking, I decided I’d try to “get lucky” at a tanning salon. I stopped by a pharmacy and picked up a packet of condoms. My stomach fluttered with excitement and anticipation, though from experience I knew not to have high expectations. A pair of spiked heels could be waiting to crush the family jewels.

The first tanning salon on my agenda had the somewhat suggestive name of “The Body Shoppe.” A very pretty, very young girl was seated at the front desk. She had auburn hair, pretty green eyes, pouty red lips and a beautiful set of white teeth. She wore a thick gown, much thicker than the outfits I’d seen other girls wear at these joints. It didn’t give me much of a view of her figure, but her face was extremely pretty.

She had a shy demeanor and an air of innocence. I felt a pang of guilt at the condoms in my pants pocket.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied. I shrugged my shoulders and looked past her at the obligatory tanning bed past the counter.

“Need a tan?” she inquired.

“Um…” I stuttered.

She could tell I was flabbergasted. I think she believed I’d never been to a tanning salon and was trying to figure out how to ask for her services. In truth, I was embarrassed to be soliciting a sexual encounter – whether the usual peep show or something more – with such an apparent innocent.

She had to be barely legal, but I knew these shop owners were careful and would never hire someone under age. They would also never risk providing the full-on sexual encounter I had in mind, as it would surely lose them their license and incur them a hefty fine.

“What can I do for you?” she continued, looking at me with wide eyes and an air of hesitation.

I made a quick decision that would alter the course of my life. “Nothing, thanks,” I said. I turned toward the door and left quickly.

In truth, I turned tail and ran. “Stupid, stupid,” I said to myself as I climbed into my car.

Unfortunately, the brief encounter had done nothing to assuage my horny state. My dick was at full salute to the young girl’s understated charms.

I knew I needed some form of release, so I sought out another tanning salon. I knew of one a few miles away.

As I entered the door, I was greeted gruffly by a thirtysomething bimbo with spiked and dyed platinum blonde hair. “Whaddaya want?” she virtually spat out.

Her outfit was much more revealing than the one worn by the girl at The Body Shoppe, but it was somehow less enticing. Her figure, while not bad, was spoiled by her surly attitude.

Nonetheless, I was still thinking with my prick instead of my brain. I decided to try my luck.

“What services do you offer?” I asked coyly.

“Gimme a hundred bucks and I’ll tell you,” she replied.

“You want a hundred, just to talk?”

“Look, do you wanna get started, or do you just wanna yap?” she snapped.

“Okay, okay – I’ll take the bait. I can’t wait to find out what my options are.”

I handed her five twenties and stuffed the rest back into my wallet. “Now, what can we do?” I asked.

“Come to the back and get as comfortable as you like. I’ll give you a show and you can please yourself. With some extra tips, I might let you see me please myself. But no contact – none whatsoever.”

I noticed the spiked heels she was wearing. She didn’t have to say anything more.

Suddenly, my raging hard-on went completely kaçak iddaa limp. I finally saw the transaction for what it was – a transaction. From her perspective, there was nothing to enjoy, nothing to fantasize about, nothing to look forward to other than cold, hard cash.

“Um, I don’t think I want to go through with it,” I stammered. “Can I get my money back?”

“Hell, no,” she exclaimed, “come on back and let’s get it over with.”

It finally dawned on me that all these months, I’d been objectifying these women at the tanning salons, but at the same time they’d been objectifying me. They were objects of my desire – I was an object of their financial gain.

I hung my head in shame and frustration. “Fuck it,” I muttered. I turned and walked out of the shop, chucking the packet of condoms into a nearby garbage can on the way to my car – another fateful decision that I would live to regret.

I headed out of the parking lot and started on my way home. Along the way, however, I began thinking of the dramatic contrast between the sweet young thing at The Body Shoppe and the nasty bitch at the other salon. I couldn’t get the girl with the auburn hair, green eyes and shy smile out of my mind.

At the next light, I made a detour and headed east back toward The Body Shoppe.

The security bell dinged as I entered the front door. The desk was empty, and I momentarily wondered if I’d made a mistake in returning. Within seconds, however, the girl with the auburn hair appeared and flashed me a radiant smile.

“Decided to come back?” she asked reticently.

“Yeah, I want to find out what kind of services you offer.”

“Sure. We have tanning beds available, or we have modeling of tanning swimwear in a private room at the back.”

“And – who would do the modeling?”

“Well, if you’d like, I can model. Or, if you’d prefer someone else…”

“No – no. You’d be just fine.”

“So you want a modeling session from me?”

“Um… yep. That is, if you’re up for it.”

Her eyes seemed to darken, as if a cloud were passing through them. I could tell that she was weighing some decision in her mind.

I felt a wave of compassion for her, and almost told her not to worry about it, that she should gather up her innocence and go back to her mama and her daddy. I could even give her a hundred bucks that would be way better spent on getting her home than on snarky answers from the testy bitch at the other shop.

Her eyes held mine. It was as if she could read my thoughts, knew that I wanted to protect her – from lust-filled assholes, like me.

Finally, she spoke. “Absolutely,” she said, “I’m ready. No doubt in my mind.”

I heard myself exhale. So this was it. She was going to let me see her naked. She even seemed like she’d make me feel okay about jerking off in front of her.

“I’ll take you to the back. You can get comfortable while I get changed,” she said as she led me down the hallway. Her body was still veiled behind her plush gown. She left me in a room with a comfy recliner chair, the obligatory box of tissues and body lotion, and the boom box in the corner.

For the first time since my first time in one of these places, I was nervous. My palms were sweaty and my heart raced. For some reason, I cared about what this girl thought of me. I really didn’t want her to think of me as some dirty early-thirties prick with a sick fetish, even if that’s what I felt like I had become.

I remained completely clothed as I waited for the girl. When she re-entered the room from a side door, she wore a white terry cloth robe. She locked both doors, smiled, walked over to me, and introduced herself.

“I’m Melissa,” she said perkily, “and I want to make your day.”

Wow. It took me a moment to recover from her bold statement. As I did, I thought about taunting her with a Clint Eastwood movie zinger: “Go ahead – make my day.” But I didn’t want to emphasize the decade or more difference in our ages by referring to something that was before her time.

Instead, I introduced myself (with my real name, for the first time ever at a tanning salon) and took my seat as she walked over and turned on the dance music. As she began to sway to the beat, she positioned herself directly in front of my chair. Then, unfastening the sash of her robe, she let the terry cloth drop to her feet.

My earlier concerns about not being able to see her figure were misguided. She had a perfectly formed body – not too skinny, curvy in all the right places, but not an ounce of extra fat. She wore a matching bikini top and bottom, a shimmering satiny fabric of mottled pink and blue.

“Pretty outfit,” I commented, “for a very pretty girl.” Her wide smile betrayed her delight at my simple words.

Right from the start, I could tell that there was something different about this girl. While others always – I mean ALWAYS – collected their cash up front, Melissa didn’t even mention it. While others essentially gave me the tanning kaçak bahis salon version of my Miranda rights at the beginning of each visit, Melissa said nothing about the rules, and gave no threats of spiked heels to the groin if I were to get out of line.

This was too good to be true. I momentarily worried that she might be an undercover cop. There were too few boundaries being expressed. So I decided I’d keep my jeans on until I was sure. I watched her supple bikini-clad body and searched her beautiful eyes. If she was deceiving me, she should be up for an Academy Award.

I noticed that Melissa’s gaze seemed to linger on my left hand. It dawned on me after a couple of seconds that she was looking at my wedding ring.

“Busted,” I said. “Yes, I’m married, and no, she doesn’t know I’m here.”

“So why isn’t she keeping you satisfied?”

“It’s complicated,” I replied. “She stays busy and tired – it’s not really her fault. And we were apart for the better part of six months. We’ve become like two ships passing in the night. I’m probably not working hard enough at it.”

“At least you’re man enough to admit it,” she answered sincerely, “I admire that.”

I really didn’t know what to think. Here was this beautiful young girl (probably in her late teens) having a serious conversation with me (ancient by comparison at thirty-one years of age) while I waited, mesmerized, for her to strip. Perhaps the fact that I had kept my jeans on gave her the cue that I might me more than just an ordinary lecher.

“What about you?” I ventured. “Anybody special in your life?”

“Not yet. I guess I’m just waiting for Mr. Right,” she smiled.

“Good things can come in strange places,” I replied.

“I’ll bet you’re a good thing,” she flirted. “And speaking of coming, don’t you want to get more comfortable?”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I said playfully, but with serious intent.

Her green eyes became luminescent, and a grin spread across her face. She backed a step away from me and began to sway to the music once again. She began a slow, seductive striptease.

I sat in the comfy chair and rubbed my throbbing cock through the fabric as I watched. She turned away from me as she undid the clasp to her swim bra. With an arm across her freed breasts, she turned to face me. I could see the sheer enjoyment on her face.

She dropped the arm that shielded her breasts and pointed an ornery finger at my hand as it rubbed my dick through my jeans. Her tits were perfect – medium-sized globes of creamy, white flesh, topped like mounds of ice cream with perfect little cherries.

As her tits bobbed up and down to the beat, she shimmied to the music and turned away again. She grasped the sides of her bikini bottom and began to work them down her legs with angular, jerky movements to each beat of the music.

Her beautiful derriere sported the same creamy, rounded white flesh as her perky breasts. As she daintily lifted an ankle to kick off her bikini bottom, I held my breath in anticipation. As she turned, I saw that the vee of her pubic mound was covered with a nicely trimmed thatch that matched the auburn locks adorning her head. If I was her age, I would have thought I was in love.

“Your turn,” she chided, continuing her erotic dance.

I smiled sheepishly and stood from the chair. I’m not a dancer, so I simply grasped my polo shirt at the hem and pulled it over my head. Seconds later, my jeans dropped to the floor. I turned away from her for a moment of suspense. After a quick rub of my cock through my jockey shorts to better impress her with my length and girth, I pulled my underwear to the floor. Cock in hand, I turned toward her.

She nodded her head in approval and said, “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

What happened next came as a total shock. Whereas EVERY other girl I’d met at a tanning salon would have immediately relegated me to my chair, Melissa moved closer toward me where I stood. She looked me in the eye, looked down at my cock, and looked back at my face with a question mark on her brow.

I nodded my assent. Immediately, she reached out and grasped my now-fully-erect, pulsating hard-on. Involuntarily, I let out a gasp.

She let go immediately. “Did I hurt you?” she asked with a look of concern.

“Not at all,” I responded, “it felt so good I couldn’t help myself.”

“You won’t have to help yourself – I’ll help you. That is, if you want me to,” she said.

I said nothing. Instead, I answered her by reaching out and gently taking her wrist, guiding her hand back to my dick. She gently began to stroke it, smiling as she saw the pleasure on my face.

I couldn’t contain myself. This beautiful girl was enjoying every moment of the pleasure she was providing me, and I had to find a way to express my gratitude.

However, I was wary of assuming too much and spoiling the moment. I reached out with my right hand – slowly, tentatively, allowing her eyes to follow its trail – and brushed my fingers over her left nipple. Her areole immediately pebbled in my grasp.

I gently moved my left hand to her other breast, and slowly began to give her a chest massage. Her right hand continued stroking my stiff rod, perhaps a little faster than I could readily handle.

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Chapter 1 – A Date To Remember

Isn’t it amazing how everyone in most of these tales is the most beautiful or handsome, has a perfect body, massive breasts or huge erections. Not me, I was an average youngster, with average looks, an average penis, though I will allow myself above an average IQ. At least that’s what my test scores proclaimed.

My sister, Sue was not especially pretty. I didn’t know much about her body, though not from lack of trying to see it. Usually she wore loose fitting clothes which hid her figure. Even when I did get a rare peek down her top, she always wore a bra. Being good enough to be first or second string on any team she tried out for, Sue was normally involved in a sport after school most days.

Our parents were nice enough. Both were physically attractive, active at church, had good jobs, were well liked, and respected in our small community. Unfortunately, to my way of thinking, they were also very conservative. While they enjoyed a love life, it was a very private one. In front of Sue or me they’d kiss or hug, but they’d never in a million years admit that anything ever happened behind a closed bedroom door.

Basic birds and bees I got shortly after Mom first caught me masturbating. The mechanics of sex was briefly presented by my Father. When he got to “Have any questions son?” it was obvious, even to a kid like me, that he didn’t want any. About the only information I got from either parent from then on has been of the “…wait until marriage:”, or “…nice boys don’t do THAT”, or “…you’re too young for…” variety. In other words, not a scrap of useful information, ever, about sex.

As I developed, I actually grew more shy. Even though I got along well enough with my sister, neither of us knew much about communicating with other people. Oddly enough, we both tended to get along better with adults than kids our own age.

Sue and I tried to talk to each other. While we were fine with mundane matters, we both had a hard time with truly personal details. Over time I did discover that Sue got about as much help from Mom regarding sex as I’d gotten from Dad. Sue had gotten Body Parts 101, followed by a Ph.D. in Advanced Celibacy.

At 19, Sue is just over a year my senior. She did have infrequent dates, but she never found a boyfriend that wasn’t totally turned off by our folk’s piety and over-protectiveness. Being shy, unsure of herself, Sue wasn’t a very good conversationalist. Sadly she wasn’t allowed out of the house unless she dressed like an old lady. Those factors resulted in Sue mostly being asked out by jerks, and she was simply too bright for them.

Sue and I were only allowed a narrow range of ‘acceptable’ activities. A church social was OK, if there were plenty of chaperones, of course. A bowling alley…maybe, but a Drive In, forget it. A party at a friend’s house was out of the question, unless several sets of parents were in attendance. Hey, couldn’t allow any of that “wild stuff that misguided young people do!”

Dating? Tried it, wasn’t very good at it. Not being able to only made a boy-girl relationship more difficult. Having so little experience and confidence, I fell into a ferocious cycle of doing poorly on a date because I was shy, then becoming even shyer because I’d done poorly. There had been a couple girls I’d liked, but I suspect I soon lost them because I was so sexually awkward. Hey, if it was written on a billboard I’d probably miss a ‘signal’.

God, I wanted to do stuff! I wanted to experiment, but I’d been totally brainwashed. One thought about French kissing, or touching a breast, and my body would almost jump because of the lighting bolt that was surely going to zap me. My reality was that I knew if I did try something, and word got back to my parents, there’d be seven kinds of Hell to pay!

From all I’ve shared, it might not come as too big a surprise that Sue and I were often in front of the Rec. room TV on Friday and Saturday nights. Therefore there was absolutely nothing unusual about the Friday night where this story unfolds, except that we were parked on the sofa a little earlier than usual.

Every other Friday our parents ate dinner out after a church function. Afterwards they’d drive 25 miles to where they did the food shopping, etc. Happily, when they went out, all our little make work chores left with them.

This particular evening, a local UHF station was having an ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ marathon. After a couple hours of watching Barbara Eden, I was horny as hell from ogling her sexy harem outfits…what a body! Hormones led my thinking along the lines of “wouldn’t it be great to have a few wishes granted, heh, heh, heh!”

I don’t know if there are many people who’ve never seen ‘I Dream of Jeannie’, bahis siteleri but she was a bona fide, Arabian Nights type, wish granting, lives in a bottle, Genie, named Jeannie who was rescued by an of-course astronaut who’d landed on a desert island. Being a Sit Com, Jeannie used wishes to ‘help’ Tony, her fly-boy master. Chaos always ensued, but Jeannie was so adorable ya had ta love her.

Like most people, even though my mind was swirling with sexual fantasies involving foxy Barbara Eden and wishes, I was still able to manage a conversation with Sue. Mostly it was just a throw away comment, half question, or half just thinking out loud.

“Sue, if you had a few wishes what would ask for?’

“Well, no offense Lewis, but I’d be out a nice date at the Drive In instead of watching TV with my brother on a date night.”

We exchanged ‘hell yeah’ glances, made a few irony laced chortles, then returned to viewing the tube. Way in the back of my brain wheels began turning. A few minutes later a ‘ding’ sounded as an idea finished cooking. My mind played with it, then added a few more ingredients. “Might be fun…” I thought.

Laughing a little as I stood, I turned to Sue, folded my arms, then did a ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ nod of my head and blink. “Your wish has been granted, Master. You have a date for the Drive In. Please go dress. Do whatever you normally would to get ready for a date. Meet me in the kitchen in 30 minutes.”

Sue looked at me as if I were crazy.

“Go girl, shoo, shoo, you only have 30 minutes!”

Standing there with a silly grin, I extended a hand to help her up. When Sue accepted my hand, I pulled her to her feet. We held hands as I led her up the basement stairs, then to the second floor. Turning Sue by her shoulders towards her room, I gave her a gentle push. “I get the bathroom first, just for a couple minutes. Remember, 30 minutes, meet me in the kitchen.”

Diving into the bathroom, I stripped to the waist, brushed my teeth, washed up, combed my hair, then patted on a dab of cologne.

“All yours!” I shouted as I left the bathroom, heading to my room where I threw on a nice pair of jeans and a decent shirt.

From the depths of my closet, I dug out a tape of Starship Troopers I kept hidden. Had to hide it, there was some nudity in it…world might stop spinning ya know. Ready myself now, I flew down to the basement. Crossing the landing, I was gratified to hear Sue in the bathroom. Cool, she was going to play my game.

From a parts box, I grabbed a cheap speaker which I was able to plug into the front of the basement VCR. As if it was a Drive In speaker, I ran wire to a small end table by the sofa. Next I adjusted the TV’s volume to zero, put in the Troopers tape, then left the remote where I could easily reach it. Off I went to the kitchen.

Two bags of microwave popcorn were ready in a flash. After dumping the contents into a big plastic bowl, I zapped 4 hot dogs. Even warmed the buns, then wrapped each dog in a paper napkin so they looked a bit like concession stand food. In the cupboard, I found a couple jumbo plastic drink containers from a 7-11. While the dogs heated, I filled the cups with ice and cola. In case Sue raided my room, I had hidden a Hershey’s Almond bar on a top cupboard shelf. Climbing a stool, I retrieved mere moments before Sue descended the stairs.

By the time she reached the kitchen, I’d packed the eats into a small cardboard box I scrounged from the pantry. To my great delight, Sue had a quizzical look as well as a cute smile as she half-peeked into the kitchen before stepping all the way into the room.

Falling into my role as her date I said, “So, you’re finally back from the restroom. What do you girls do that takes so long. Look, I’ve already bought the refreshments. Let’s hurry back to the car, the movie’s about to start.” Sue gave me a ‘are you for real’ smile that made my night.

It was as dark downstairs as a movie theater because I’d turned off all the Rec. Room lights except for the TV. Happily it was a 27″ set, so it threw a lot of light.

Directing her to the sofa, I passed her 2 dogs and a soda. Unobtrusively I hit the PLAY button on the remote. I’d already skipped ahead 10 minutes to bypass all the utter garbage commercials Columbia had loaded on ahead of the movie. Abruptly, the banner appeared and the intro music blared.

“Hope you can hear OK, you know how these cheap Drive In speakers are, hope we don’t have to move the car. I heard Starship Trooper’s is pretty cool…lot’s of great special effects, and of course giant bugs out to destroy mankind.”

That did it, Sue broke up laughing.

“Lewis, you’re amazing!! This is hysterical, how’d you ever come up with all this? I’m really impressed.”

Sue looked into my eyes for a time. “This is already a better date than most I’ve had. This was really sweet of you, I was feeling a bit depressed earlier.”

Her broad smile turned into a gentle, loving canlı bahis siteleri one. Soft lips were kissing mine before I realized what she was doing. Perhaps the kiss was just a sibling smooch, but it did feel extraordinarily nice. Our lips pressed together for longer than I ever recalled us kissing before. Mostly, any kisses we’d ever shared had been quick pecks. Sue’s kiss left me feeling warm all over.

Sue hadn’t seen this movie. Recently I’d found it on sale, now that it was an ‘older’ movie. Still, since it had an R rating, I hadn’t told a soul I’d bought it. Since I was concerned about her reaction, I warned Sue there was a little nudity; I didn’t want her getting ticked at me. Certainly we could watch a different flick if bare boobies would bother her.

Guess she was getting into the game. “What’s the good of going to a Drive In if you aren’t a bit naughty!” was her grinning reply.

Before long the dogs were eaten and the popcorn gone. Pulling out the Hershey’s bar from under a napkin where I’d hidden it, I said, “Guess I must actually like you, this is the last of my chocolate.”

“Well, good sir. I’m sure your kindness will be rewarded some day.” The earlier kiss had been so sweet, I secretly hoped for another. A warm smile was all I got, but it made me feel mighty special nonetheless.

With the food gone, we put what was left of our drinks and trash on the end table. Normally we’d sit at opposite ends of the sofa when we watched TV. Guess with this being a ‘date’ we unintentionally settled in close together in the middle of the sofa. Our hands found each other. Looking back, I believe it was strictly because we were feeling very good about each other, glad for the companionship. We held hands simply because it felt nice to. As we settled back to watch the show, Sue rested her head against my shoulder.

Very sweetly Sue offered, “Wish I really had a magic lamp, this wishing stuff is pretty nice.”

While we watched, we were fairly quiet. Just a “ooh”, “ICK!!”, or “Cool!!!” now and then. When my hand finally needed to breathe, I put my arm around Sue. Enjoying her warmth, I wanted to keep her close. She seemed to enjoy our nearness as well. Snuggled up close, Sue turned her body slightly more towards me.

My feelings so far had been mostly about affection. Physically we were as intimate as we’d ever been before. Moreover I was feeling emotionally closer as our evening progressed. As I basked in her warmth, felt her firm muscles underneath her Peter Pan blouse, for the first time ever, I began to appreciate her as being a young woman. She’d actually been a fun ‘date’ so far; I liked having a ‘date’.

A shower scene came on. A dozen or more male and female recruits were bathing together, apparently a matter-of-course event in the army of the future. One of the reasons I’d bought this movie was so I could masturbate watching Dina Meyer, not to mention a few other nice breasts in this scene. Bingo: sex was on my mind. Abruptly I was thinking about the warm, female body I had my arm around; wondering, as I had so many, many times what my sister would look like undressed, or in the shower.

Truly, I believe what happened next was a total accident. As the shower scene unfolded, we both shifted positions slightly. I suspect we both were uneasy because sex was such a big taboo in our house. All I know for sure is my middle fingertips were ever, ever so slightly brushing the side of Sue’s right breast. I could just barely feel her bra within the blouse, but I was actually in contact with a female’s breast! Hormones instantly flooded my system, my heart pounded. As if sitting near a blaze, I felt very warm. My penis filled with blood, I felt tingly all over.

Afraid Sue might notice my hand, I froze like an ice sculpture. My hand begged me to go exploring. God, how I wanted to cup the breast that was so near, yet so very far away. An internal war ensued. The fear side won out, my hand remained motionless.

Happily, the human side scored a few points as well. The next time Sue shifted, I was prepared. Lightly my fingers caressed the curve of her breast, before rapidly retreating to her arm as if it’d just been a chance encounter. When Sue didn’t react, I felt relieved that I’d gotten away with it. Still, oh how my heart raced, how my penis throbbed.

Totally absorbed, I savored the memory of the texture and warmth of her bra-encased breast. When Sue spoke, quiet as she was, I jumped.

“Lewis, you’ve gone out with a few girls. Have you ever seen a girl’s breast? You don’t have to answer, but if you tell me the truth, I’ll answer tough a question of yours.”

The answer was no, but the guy ego thing, plus my shy-sexually repressed baggage made it hard to speak. Thank God, Sue was patient; I think she understood how difficult it was for me to open up. Our closeness that night helped me to finally find my voice.

“No…never seen, never touched. There were two girls güvenilir bahis I think who might’ve let me…you know, but every time I thought about trying, I’d hear Mom’s disapproving voice in my head, then I’d freeze.”

After a long pause I asked, “Have you ever seen a guy, or anything?’

“Same boat as you; never seen, never touched…and for darn sure no ‘or anything’. With me it’s Dad’s voice in my head. Though basically it’s been due to the guys I’ve gone out with; mostly jerks, or very immature. Somehow I just know the first time I fool around that far will be something I’ll always remember. [laughing now] So I didn’t want the first one I saw to be attached to an idiot.”

Sympathetically, I laughed along with my sister.

“Lewis, I hope I didn’t embarrass you. Seeing those guys in the shower…Well, I caught myself wishing the camera would go lower, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I don’t dare tell you what I was wishing earlier when Jeannie was blinking her brains out.” That made Sue laugh. Reaching across me, Sue took my left hand with her right one. She kissed my palm, then held my hand.

Some cool action scenes came on; our attention was drawn back to the screen. Nothing more was said for a long time. Late in the movie came a scene where Dina jumps into a bedroll with the starring hunk. Whoosh, hormone flood! Immediately I was hornier than ever. Like some giant magnet, Sue’s body was powerfully attracting mine.

My dreams shattered when Sue asked me to let her up. Being insecure, I thought she was upset. When she said “Pause the movie, I’ll be right back.” I breathed a huge sigh of relief, gathering she simply had to pee.

I’m not sure how long Sue was gone. Guess I got distracted. I didn’t hit pause, instead I played the tape backwards until I could freeze a shot of Dina’s sexy little breasts and swollen nipples. Quickly opening my fly, my fingers slid through my underwear to stroke my erection. God, my shaft was hotter than Hell. I rubbed myself a little bit, but soon had to zip up because I heard Sue returning.

When she snuggled up tightly against me, just as close as she’d been before she’d left, I was soooo pleased. Gently, I again draped my arm over her shoulder. Hormones instructed my fingers to accidentally graze her breast again. Please understand, I was terminally horny at that point.

Executing my stealthy move, I got a surprise, shock, and a jolt. The jolt was because I rubbed her breast much harder than I’d intended, part of my brain was screaming RED ALERT – SISTER IS GOING TO KILL YOU. The surprise: another part of my brain was shouting “She is NOT wearing a bra!” The shock: Sue had only been gone a very short time. She left with a bra on, she came back with it off. Ergo, this was no accident!

I didn’t move, I didn’t speak. Gradually my tension drained away as it sunk in that Sue wasn’t reacting to the mini-feel I’d copped. Vaguely I realized I was watching the show, but not seeing it. Unconsciously my left hand was toying with Sue’s right hand. Time passed, I couldn’t say how much. Sue broke our silence. Very gently, very lovingly she spoke.

“Lewis, I’ve been thinking. You granted me my wish for a nice date tonight, just as if I had my own Genie. Tonight has been so totally wonderful. You know, we could give each other a magic lamp, we both could have wishes come true.”

Less than a second later, Sue guided my hand onto her breast. As my hand cupped her soft tit, we both exhaled deeply. Silently, she guided my hand’s movements over her breast for long enough to assure me it was OK to fondle her gift.

For several minutes we stayed just as we were; Sue’s head on my shoulder, us holding hands while I explored her warm, firm mound. Even through her blouse, I couldn’t miss feeling her nipple grew swell until it became as thick as my middle finger. I was in heaven, I’d never been so excited.

With my head reeling, it took a while before I could think clearly enough to figure out Sue might want a wish.

“Sue, I so want you to have a lamp. If there’s a wish you want to make, it’s yours, whatever it is. Would you wish to see your first penis?”

“No.” My heart stopped.

“Right now I want to touch your penis, I want to explore it with just my fingers. While you’re fondling my breast, I’d like to feel you. I want to save seeing it for our next date.”

My heart almost thumped out of my chest.

Shaking, I slid the soft, feminine hand I’d been holding onto my now obvious bulge. Sue felt me up through my jeans for several minutes. At long last her fingers lowered my zipper, unbuttoned the brass fastener, then slid into my briefs. Sue’s fingers glided over the glans before curling around my shaft.

No sooner did my sister get a slow, steady pumping motion going, then I ejaculated. Already wet inside my shorts from the seminal fluid I’d been leaking, I was soon drenched with my own semen. We both moaned long and slow as we felt her hand become coated with my sperm. My body became all the more excited by the added slipperiness and wet sounds as Sue stroked me.

Guess Sue understood how terribly excited I’d become by her actions. When my penis finally stopped pulsing within her grip, she turned her head to gave me an extremely tender kiss.

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“Oh Joshua!” Martha cooed softly in the early morning hours. She had awakened rather horny, and Damien was all the more willing to see to her needs. “You like that pussy don’t you, baby?” she asked keeping her voice down. She had no wish to awaken her daughters while she fucked her son. This was her night, a night she might add had been one blissful event after another aside from the woman from the museum. The rest of the day turned out so spectacular even that event couldn’t sour her mood. “Your mother is always going to take care of you like I should have when I was younger,” Martha said lovingly as she looked down at Damien.

“Does that include the two o’clock fucking?” Damien asked his hands resting on her hips as his mother rocked on his cock.

“Oh yes! I can’t allow this wonderful cock of yours to go to waste when my sweet cunt is all the more willing to entertain it,” Martha said through ragged breathes as she softly kissed him. “Plus I didn’t hear any complaints when I eased this cock into my pussy that you’re currently stretching,” she said moving her hips faster to bring her son over the edge.

“Well…” Damien began to say only to bite his lip against the sensation of his mother’s cunt.

“Oh, are you about to cum, baby?” Martha asked teasingly. “That’s okay my sweet boy, cum inside of me, Joshua. That is where your delicious cum will always belong,” she said squeezing her folds, all so she could feel her son’s spunk filling her eager womb.

“Joshua? Would you mind if we each went separately to get our dress’ and rings?” Martha asked as she rest against him. Her cheek nuzzling his shoulder as her mind became enthralled by how her body hummed after their love making.

“Sure,” Damien said yawning.

“Good,” Martha said looking up at him. Inching towards his lips, her breasts brushed along his chest as she kissed him softly. “Now you go back to sleep we have a big day ahead of us,” she said looking into her son’s eyes as she reached over to switch off the light.

“Damien?! How does this dress make me look?” Lynn asked doing a slow twirl as she stood on the raised platform.

“Beautiful,” Damien said his eyes ran down his half-sister’s body.

“Really?!” Lynn said blushing hard as she looked down at him. “If say this was our honeymoon what…” Yelping as Damien plucked her off of the platform. Giggling as he held her aloft, her hands rested on his shoulders as she stared down into his eyes. Her body trembled it brushed against his as Damien sat her down. Her heart raced, her nerves were on edge as his right hand brushed along her left cheek weaving through the strands of her hair inching her lips closer to his. Her eyes fluttered, a soft moan filled her mouth as their lips touched. Pressing her body against her brother’s as she sank into their kiss. Neither heard the seamstress entering the room, clearing her throat causing the two of them to jump.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” the middle age woman said with a thick Italian accent. “But if you wish for this dress to be ready in such a short time, I’m going to have to ask the two of you to save that for later.”

“When she’s gone, I’m going to take you around the world in the changing room,” Lynn whispered lustfully into his ear.

“So young lady it’s a big day for you,” the woman mumbled around the pins in her mouth.

“Mmmhmm,” Lynn nodded as she ran her hands down her chest. Loving how the dress lifted up her small breasts. Winking at Damien in the mirror seeing how his eyes lingered on her cleavage.

“Are you ready to be a wife to that handsome man?” she asked in a low whisper.

“Oh yes,” Lynn nodded vehemently, “Damien, is everything I could ever hope for,” she said dreamily.

“I was like you all bright eyed when I was proposed to,” the woman chuckled, “I do hope he won’t turn out like the ass I was married to. A pretty young lady shouldn’t have a problem keeping that man home and not bed hopping like…well that’s neither here or there,” she said pinning the hem of her dress.

“My Damien is a good man,” Lynn said looking directly at him in the mirror, “I trust him to tell me if there was another woman that he fell for,” she said knowing that wouldn’t ever be the case. Not when she, her sister, and mother would be forever sharing his bed and heart.

“Well, I do hope the two of you have a happy life with one another,” the seamstress said pinning the hem of the dress a few aches above Lynn’s ankle.

“Oh, I plan on making sure my Damien has everything he will ever need at the house,” Lynn said with all serenity she could muster.

“Spoken like a wife-to-be,” the seamstress chuckled, “there that should do it,” she said adding the last pin. “Now, I should have the dress ready by Thursday, will that alright with you?”

“That will be fine,” Damien said unzipping his sister’s gown.

“Then I shall leave the two of you be,” the seamstress said with a coy smile.

“Now, that she is gone,” Lynn send standing before her brother in a pearl white lace bra and panties. Placing her hands on her hips, smirking at her brother knowing how her lips hungered bonus veren siteler for his. “Damien, your sister needs to feel your kiss,” Lynn said running her hands up his chest. Enjoying the feel of his hard muscles underneath her touch. Standing on her toes, her lips inching ever closer to his. Her nerves were on fire as she felt his hands brushing along her shoulder blades, her eyes flaring as Damien slyly unhooked her bra. She tried to hide how her body trembled as Damien gently brushed the straps off of her shoulders. Her tongue rolled inside of his mouth tasting the man she had fallen in love with. Her mind flashed back to the first time she had met her half-brother. To the time where she had given her virginity to him. To the other day where he made love to her on the lap of a statue of some long-forgotten goddess. Each time that she was in his arms it only reinforced the fact that she had made the right decision.

None of the boys she had dated before their flight from her former home ever made her feel so wanted, so desired, so irresistibly drawn to them like she was with Damien. She knew he was hiding something from them. Like how he could afford the villa they were staying at or afford that mansion of his. However, whatever it was she prayed it wasn’t too dangerous. She didn’t know what she’d do if something were to happen to Damien. Although she did know one thing there would never be another man like Damien. She doubted anyone could ever truly replace him.

Lynn moaned into her brother’s mouth as the pads of his fingers skimmed along her swollen lips as he reached in-between her ass cheeks. Softly biting down on Damien’s lower lip as her labia parted as he ran his middle finger along her moist slit.

“Damien, I doubt we have much time. So fuck me hard and fast,” Lynn said in a wanton purr. Yelping in surprise as he grabbed hold of her ass cheeks lifting her off the floor. Feeling the fabric of her panties sliding off to the side as she wrapped her legs around her brother. Hearing the sound of his zipper lowering as Damien held her aloft. Sucking in a breath as he ran the head of his cock through her lips before she sank down on that hard pole of his. Her eyes fluttered as that steel rod filled her to the brim. Feeling her slickness coating that hot, hard phallus of his as Damien lifted and lowered her in quick plunges.

“Yes, fuck me brother,” Lynn whispered hungrily, “fuck yes! God, I love this cock of yours, Damien,” she hissed low. Her lips captured his to keep her moans from alerting those that worked in that bridal shop. Although she doubted, they couldn’t smell the sex that was filling the air of their store. She was just glad she had someone like Damien to love, to cherish, to hold throughout their long years they would have together she hoped and prayed. “Now come on soldier and fill your sister’s womb with that hot spunk of yours,” Lynn commanded hearing her juices dripping down onto the floor.

“We’re home!” Lynn called out joyously as they entered the villa.

“Damien!” Amber shouted in joy as she rushed into his arms as the front door closed behind him. “I’ve missed you!” she said rubbing her cheek against his chest as she hugged him tightly. “Please tell me it’s my turn now?!” Amber asked looking up at him. Her eyes studying that handsome face of his. Knowing how splendid it looked planted in-between her thighs. Also how well her hot pussy juice looked when it was dripping off of his chin when he came up for air.

“Sure,” Damien said looking down at his watch.

“Damien, before you leave again there’s something that I wish to talk to you about,” Martha said wiping her hands dry after washing the dishes they used after their meal.

“Okay,” Damien said eyeing his mother.

“Amber, if you would,” Martha said touching her daughter’s shoulder lightly, “I shall try not to take too much time with him,” she said shooting Amber a coy smile.

“Okay,” Amber pouted as she pulled away, “just don’t take all day,” she huffed crossing her arms. “I want to see Italy with my man, alone,” Amber said emphasizing the last word eyeing her sister and mother.

“Amber, don’t be mad, there is enough of Damien to go around,” Lynn said eyeing her half-brother lustfully. Feeling her nipples harden as her pussy throbbed as his cum dripped onto her panties.

“Yes, your brother is fit enough to keep up with our growing appetite,” Martha said salaciously. While she no longer feared the unwanted pregnancy due to having her tubes tied after her twins were born. Yet the idea of carrying her own son’s child had crossed her mind a few times since she had taken her son as her lover. She was a little envious and jealous of her daughters that they would get to experience the thrill of carrying their love child in their wombs. Nonetheless she was excited to become a grandmother. She just hoped that nothing would ever happen to them.

“True,” Amber sighed her hand lavishing on Damien’s taut chest.

“Come with me Damien,” Martha cooed reaching for her son’s left hand. Leading Damien across the villa away from the prying ears of her bahis daughters. Damien huffed as Martha pushed him against the wall. Her tongue darting into his mouth as her hands traveled up his chest. Hooking her left leg around his right as Martha sank into the bliss of that passionate kiss. “God, Damien,” Martha said breathlessly, “why do you have to be so irresistible to me?” she asked only wanting to strip off her clothes and allow her son to pound her into oblivion.

“I have no clue,” Damien said wondering why they all wanted him.

“I’m not complaining though,” Martha said pressing her breasts into his chest. Hoping that he noticed that she wore no bra. Praying that her son would want to cradle those lonely orbs in his strong hands to see how her body reacted to his touch. “When our vacation is over, I do wonder how we are going to act around other people. I-myself-doubt I’d be able to keep my hands to myself when you’re around. Especially if you ever come back to my office. I can’t have Shannon – the office slut – thinking she can ever have you,” Martha said nibbling on his chin. “I know what that glow that surrounds my daughter means, Damien. Did you enjoy fucking her teenage pussy? Did her brother make her moan as you ram this hard cock into her tight little cunt?” she asked rubbing Damien’s groin. “I know I woke you up a few hours ago, and that you allowed me to sate my own hunger of this wonder lust thing you call a cock,” Martha said giving that soft phallus a soft squeeze. “Yet I long to feel you filling me up once…”

“Mom! It’s been five minutes how much longer are you going to take?!” Amber shouted from the entrance way of the villa eager to spend time alone with her brother.

“I guess I must wait,” Martha sighed into Damien’s chest as she pressed her forehead against it. However, that didn’t stop her from exploring the man in her arms. “Do hurry back my sweet boy, I too want my own private time with you out there in this beautiful country,” Martha cooed sweetly before kissing her son.

“There you are!” Amber huffed crossing her arms. “I thought I might have to come rescue you from mother,” she said sticking her tongue out at her mother.

“Amber, you best stick that tongue back inside that mouth or I will put it to use,” Martha said devilishly.

“Oh?! Did you enjoy your daughter eating you out?” Amber asked over her shoulder as she looped her arm around Damien’s.

“Mmmhmm,” Martha said nodding. A smirk graced her lips at Amber’s reddening cheeks.

“Come Damien,” Amber said lovingly her hand traced down his muscular arm. “I know Mom wants her own time with you as do we all. Yet I’m going to enjoy whatever time I get with my future husband,” she whispered standing on the tips of her toes placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Oh my!” Amber said in awe as she stared down at the rows of engagement rings that lined the black velvet cloth in the display case. With her own dress taken care of before visiting one of the many jewelry shops that populated that Italian town. Her eyes darting wildly uncertain on which style, which setting, which stones to choose from. Chewing on her lip as her heart raced not knowing what to do.

“What about this one?” Damien asked pointing down at the four-carat blood red ruby with a ring of one-carat diamonds surrounding it with a row of half-carat diamonds lining the palatium band.

“But aren’t you supposed to buy me a diamond engagement ring?” Amber asked with uncertainty.

“Not necessarily dear,” said the high-pitched salesman as he walked towards them, “An engagement ring can be anything it’s the diamond houses that wants you to believe such things.”

“Plus,” Damien said looking over at Amber, “rubies are far rarer than diamonds are.”

“No they aren’t,” Amber said argumentatively.

“It takes moving mountains to make a sapphire, and rubies are the rarest of the sapphires whereas it only takes pressure to make a diamond,” Damien said with a slight smile.

“Your fiancé is correct sapphires are indeed rarer than diamonds,” the salesman beamed at the both of them.

“Plus I would think you’d what to show up the other two,” Damien whispered into her ear hinting at the two-carat diamond ring he had bought Lynn an hour ago.

“True,” Amber said wiggling her nose at her brother, “just make sure they don’t get bigger rings then mine is. Your wife should have the biggest ring of them all,” she said feeling her cheeks heat seeing the mischievous light in her brother’s eyes.

“Of course, I can’t have the three of you fighting over who has the best rings now can I?” Damien asked giving Amber’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“No we can’t,” Amber said snuggling up to her brother.

“Would the lady like to try it on?” the salesman asked.

“Yes please,” Amber nodded. Watching as the man removed the ring from the case, her skin prickled as the cold metal slid along her finger. Pouting when the ring sat too loose on her left ring finger.

“Don’t worry dear,” the man said patting Amber’s hand, “it’s no trouble for us to resize the ring,” he said smiling at her.

“Really?”

“Oh deneme bonusu yes, all we have to is find out your size young miss. Just give me a minute to find our sizing rings,” the man said squatting down behind to the counter. “Ah. Here we are,” the man said coming up from behind the counter with a ring full of plastic sizing rings. “Lets just slide this off,” he said taking the ring off of her finger. “A number five excellent then we won’t have to make a new ring. It be a simple matter for our jeweler to resize this for you,” the man said smiling warmly at Amber.

“Damien? Will you buy it for me?” Amber asked looking up at her brother.

“Of course,” Damien said placing his hand on the small of her back.

“Excellent choice sir,” the man said with a nod, “may I ask, when would you like for this ring to be ready by?” he asked writing down notes for their instore jeweler.

“By Thursday,” Damien said matter-of-fact.

“Such a rush we will need to add on an extra two hundred euros,” he said looking up from the paper, “I do hope that will be all right with you?”

“Yes, it will,” Damien said with a nod.

“Now will this be cash or…” Before the man could finish his sentience, Damien’s credit card appeared in-between his fingers. “If the two of you give me just a moment.”

“Damien, one of the days you’ll going to have to tell me just where you are getting all of this money,” Amber sighed happily as she snuggled up to her brother.

Damien knew he could never truly tell them what he did. To do so would put them in far too much danger. The company he worked for wouldn’t hesitate to end their lives if they ever knew the truth. It was fine for him, he knew the risks. Yet he couldn’t and wouldn’t drag his family into the shady world in which he lived. Even now he was sure they had eyes on the long-forgotten members of his family that had come to occupy his home. It was the reason he was never going to explain what he did for a living to them. It was safer that way.

“If you would sign here sir?” the salesman said laying the receipt and the ball point pen onto the glass display case. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he said looking at Amber, “is there anything you wish to inscribe onto the wedding bands?”

“Yes!” Amber said gleefully before snatching the pen from Damien. Placing her body in the way so that Damien wouldn’t be able to see what she wrote until their rings were made. She wanted that to be a surprise for their wedding.

“Well, now that I have both of your ring sizes, I’ll give you a call once they are ready for your big day,” the man said smiling at them as he shook each of their hands.

Amber gazed out onto the shore line, her hair fluttering around her, resting her chin in her hand as she enjoyed the quiet drive along the Italian shoreline. With their visit with the man which she suspected got his license over the web. She didn’t care as long as she was legally married to Damien. Plus she had a feeling Damien wanted to keep their marriage as low key as they could. So she didn’t complain when he agreed to pay the man’s outrageous price. Then again, she did have a feeling with the man being so unknown whatever was on her brother’s mind that no one would ever be able to trace the man back to them.

“Damien?” Amber said looking over at him watching how the Mediterranean sun played along his body.

“Hmm?” Damien mumbled turning down the radio.

“Whatever it is that you’re worried about, promise me that you’ll come back to me(us),” Amber said reaching over taking hold of his hand. “I don’t know what you think may come to pass, and I know you aren’t telling us everything about you. I know you probably have reasons to keep that a secret. Just please don’t do anything that takes you from me,” she said her thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand. “I wish you could tell me I am going to be your wife here in a few days, but I know you have your reasons. I know you’re doing what you think is best to keep us safe, and I’m happy that you are. You don’t know how happy I am that you are thinking of us in such a way. I know your life has never been easy, never been joyful, never knew what a family is supposed to be like. I just want you to know I’m going to do everything I can to make sure from now on you know what a family is meant to be,” Amber said leaning over placing a kiss on Damien’s cheek. “Now my handsome soldier take your sister to that beach and fuck me,” she whispered wantonly into his ear as she pointed at the hidden cove.

Amber’s hair whipped wildly as she giggled being chased by Damien around that empty beach. Sand flew through the air as she taunted her brother with her eighteen-year-old body. Doubling over in laughter as the wind sent her shirt right into Damien’s face. Playfully beating her fist against his back as Damien plucked her off the sand placing her on his shoulder. Her eyes went wide as Damien’s hands spread her ass cheeks exposing her chocolate starfish, and her youthful mound to the ancient heavenly gods. Her cheeks heated as he played her ass like the bongos. Yet underneath that embarrassment a smile formed on her shapely lips knowing he was only teasing her. Biting her lip as his fingers playfully danced along her labia. A soft moan escaped her lips as those hungry pink labia parted. Her nails scrapped along his back as his middle finger sunk into her glorious peach.

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Scene Eleven

Randy & Kyle

Randy Reynolds, a government affairs instructor at Big State University, was leaning against her desk as she lectured the class about the ongoing struggle for power between the three branches of government. It was a fluff lecture that she gave once or twice a year when she didn’t feel like putting any effort into working up a real lecture, or group activity. She sometimes thought she could give it in her sleep. This was her last class of the day, and she’d be relieved when it was over. She had something she wanted to take care of. She’d decided that she was going to seduce one of her students.

Randy was a pretty twenty-eight year old on the fast track to getting her tenure early. She was average height, slim, with a pair of firm, thirty-four C-cup tits that most of her male students drooled over, and her female student envied. Her long raven black tresses were up in a tight bun today, and she was wearing her glasses. She didn’t need the glasses, the lenses were clear glass, but she thought they made her look more intelligent. She was wearing a pleated black thigh length skirt and a cream colored sleeveless silk blouse today because she knew she looked demure, yet incredibly sexy in the outfit. Underneath, she was wearing a lacy white half cup bra that pushed her tits up, letting her thick nipples show through her blouse, and a matching white thong. Her legs were encased in sheer white thigh high stockings.

Her mind wasn’t on her work today. She’d been fantasizing about Kyle Harris, the handsome sophomore linebacker again last night. She’d diddled her juicy little pussy for over an hour as she’d imagined him fucking her. It had become a nightly routine since he’d signed up for her course. He was sitting in the second seat in the last row away from the door, looking out the window as she droned on about checks and balances. Randy tried not to look at him, knowing that it would make her horny pussy quiver and get wet again.

It bothered her that he was just staring out the window like that, and he’d been doing it all week. Usually, his eyes were on her, following her hungrily as she moved back and forth across the front of the room. She’d been dressing for him all semester, and had already figured out which outfits he liked her in most. It was easy to tell, she just waited till the end of class and watched to see if he held his books in front of his crotch when he left. She’d noticed his lack of attention earlier in the week, and had made a point to wear one of his favorite outfits every day, but it hadn’t done any good, he acted like he didn’t even see her.

The bell rang, cutting her off in mid-sentence. She been so wrapped up in thinking about Kyle, that she’d completely lost track of time.

“Read Michelson, chapters thirteen through fifteen for tomorrow, we’ll be reviewing them in class.” she said as her students started getting up and heading for the door. As Kyle stood up, she looked at him and said, “Mr. Harris. Would you mind waiting? I’d like to speak with you for a moment.” Kyle nodded, sitting back down and dropping his books on the desk.

When the last of her students had left, she walked over and closed the door. Her body was between Kyle and the door, so he didn’t see as she surreptitiously turned the lock as quietly as she could. He didn’t see her open the top two buttons on her blouse either, before she turned toward the back of the room

She walked casually down the aisle, away from the door. The back corner was out of sight from the door, and also the nearby buildings through the windows. She stopped and leaned back again the broad computer desk in the corner. It was empty at the moment, the computers had been taken out, and hadn’t been replaced yet. That suited her fine. She bounced on the desk, smiling as she judged that it could easily support several people’s weight.

“Could you come over here Kyle?” she said as she stood up, waiting for him to make his way to the back of the room. She eyed him hungrily as he walked down the aisle. He moved like a jungle cat, taking smooth, graceful strides, his muscles rippling as he moved. Randy’s pussy quivered, and she felt a flood of pussy juice coat her cunt channel as he came closer. She waved him toward the desk, and he perched his ass on it, his hands to either side of him, his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.

“Kyle,” she began, stepping in front of him. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been paying attention in class this week. It’s obvious that your mind has been somewhere else, instead of on your schoolwork!” Or me, she thought to herself.

Kyle blushed, but his eyes wandered up and down over her stunning body, and he felt his cock hardening, starting to push down the leg of his pants. She was right, he knew. He’d been fantasizing about his mother and Lois all week in his classes, especially about Lois. Her hot little body, and her tight, shaved snatch drove him bedava bahis fucking nuts. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again. He blushed an even deeper red when he felt his cock throb and stiffen even faster as he thought about her.

“I know, and I’m sorry about that Miss Reynolds,” he said. “But I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. I’m starting for the first time this week, and it’s really getting to me…”

Randy let her eyes drop to his crotch, pleased to see his cock hardening under his pants. She’d never gotten a good look at it, so she was delighted the see that it stretched more than halfway down his leg.

“Is there anything else wrong, Kyle?” she asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe there’s something that’s weighing on you?” she paused, her fingers playing with a button on her blouse, then slipping the button out of its hole. “I know it’s hard…to talk about these things sometimes. But I want you to know that you can come i…to me if you ever need a little relief from the pressures that can build up in a young man like you. It helps to have someone you can dump that load on, someone that’s willing, even eager, to take it from you!”

Kyle stared at her, unable to believe that his teacher was talking to him like this. He’d been dreaming about her all semester, and until recently, she had the starring role in his nightly jack-off fantasies. His cock throbbed in his pants again, and swelled into a raging hard-on in seconds. He was pretty sure that she was coming on to him, but decided to let her have her way with him, and just play dumb, in case he was wrong.

“I could be…no, I’d like to be that someone for you, Kyle, if you’d let me. I want to be able to open myself up to you, Let you pour all that tension and stress out, taking it as deep inside me as I can. I’m willing, and really want to do that for you, Kyle! But you have to want it as much as I do.”

Randy glanced down, gasping softly, then smiling as she looked back up at his face. She opened another button on her blouse as she took another step closer to him, then reached back and took the pin out of her hair, shaking her head, letting her raven tresses fall around her shoulders.

“Besides falling behind in your classwork, the worst part of this week, at least from my point of view, is that you haven’t been paying attention to me either, Kyle.” she said as she took another step closer. She lifted her foot, kicking his feet apart, spreading them wider as she moved between them. “That hurt me, Kyle. I look forward to this class everyday, knowing that you’re going to be watching me, undressing me with your eyes, and I get so excited. I’m surprised you haven’t been able to tell.” She paused, “I’ve fantasized about being alone with you like this, and the fantasy just isn’t enough anymore.” She opened another button on her blouse so her lacy bra was showing, and now he could see the ripe swell of her breasts through the opening. “I know instructors aren’t supposed to get involved with students, but sometimes, people just can’t help themselves. Like I can’t, right now.”

Kyle just stared at her, his mouth hanging open. His eyes bounced rapidly between her tits and her face.

Randy reached down and ran her fingers over the bulge his cock made in his pants leg, looking into his eyes the whole time. “It feels like you have quite a big problem here, Kyle. Would you like me to help you with it? Give you a little…relief, if you know what I mean?”

Kyle exhaled loudly, and started tearing at the snap of his pants, ripped down his zipper, then stood up, pushing his pants down over his hips. “Jesus, Miss Reynolds! I’ve been dreaming about you too! Every time I jack-off, I think about you!”

“Mmmmm,” Randy purred, pushing her hand into the opening of his pants. “So you are interested after all.” Then her eyes widened in surprise as her finger closed around the enormous trunk of his elephantine cock. She looked at his face, seeing his shit eating grin, then down at her hand, as she felt his pants fall away.

Her tiny hand was wrapped around the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her life. His prodigious prick meat was rock hard, and throbbing powerfully in her hand. The heavy shaft was laced with thick veins down the length of it, and the huge purple glans was so swollen, the skin on it gleamed. Randy was amazed as her perspective of his cock seemed to change, her view of it shifting as she raised and lowered it with her hand, then ran her fingers over the length of it. She suddenly realized that she had fallen to her knees, completely unaware of what she was doing. She found herself staring at the head on his enormous cock now, and watched spellbound, as a pearly drop of pre-cum drooled from his winking piss slit.

Kyle cupped her cheeks in his hands, and tilted her head up, drawing her closer to his cockhead at the same time. “I’m glad you’re so eager to take me in hand like this, Miss Reynolds. Because you’re casino siteleri right, you can see how tense I am. I mean, I feel like I could explode there’s so much pressure built up.” He drew her a little closer, and his prick tip brushed over her lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it scraped across them.

He had recovered from his initial surprise, and was on familiar ground now. There was a beautiful woman kneeling at his feet, staring in awe at his pulsing prick meat, and he knew that the tables had been turned on her. The predator was now the prey.

Randy’s eyes flicked up at his face, and she saw the cocky confidence in his eyes. The shy schoolboy was gone, and the self assured athlete had taken his place. She ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them, and shivered when she tasted his pre-cum on her lips. She looked back up at him, her eyes glazed with lust now.

“R…Randy.” she panted, her hot breath washing over his cockknob, making his thick fuck rod quiver in her fingers. “I think it’s time you called me Randy.”

“That’s appropriate…Randy.” he drawled, easing his hips forward, his hands moving up and wrapping themselves in her thick black hair, pulling her head down, making his cockhead press insistently against her lips. “I’m feeling pretty randy right now, but you can see that, can’t you…Randy.”

Randy felt the huge knob of his cock mash against her lips, and she let them open slowly, swirling her tongue around the tightly stretch skin of his cockhead as it slipped into her mouth. She brought her other hand up, wrapping it around his cockshaft, so now both of her hands were wrapped around the middle of his cock meat. She started stroking her hands up and down, and in seconds, her fists were flying over his pounding prickshaft. She groaned deep in her throat, and pushed her head down, slurping his cock into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily.

Kyle grinned, throwing his head back, letting his sexy teacher work out on his prick. She was right, he was under alot of pressure, and he could feel it building steadily in his balls. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to last very long the way she was sucking on his cock, but he didn’t think she’d care if he came quickly. He knew he didn’t.

“Oh shit, Randy,” he grunted, pumping her head up and down faster with his hands, showing her the rhythm he wanted. “You’re really good at this! Suck it harder! Make me cum in your hot little mouth!”

Randy looked up at him, her mouth stretched out of shape by his immense meat muscle. She was pounding her fists up and down on his cock harder and faster as she sucked on the jizz dripping knob. Swirling her tongue all around on it, she licked up his sticky pre-cum as it drooled from his piss slit. She popped her mouth off his cock, staring up at him, as she gasped and panted for air.

“Do you like the way I suck your big cock, Kyle? Oh god, it’s even bigger than I imagined, and tastes so fucking good!” She said as she kept jerking eagerly on his throbbing prickshaft. “I can’t wait till you shoot your hot cum in my mouth, and down my thro…ummmmllpppphhh!”

Kyle pulled her mouth back onto his cock, and started driving the full length of it in and out of her facial fuck hole, making her gag as the swollen glans bulled down her throat. His balls were already nestled snuggly under the base of his twitching cockstalk, and he could feel the delicious burning sensation as his tortured nuts prepared to unleash their creamy load.

He groaned as he felt the first hot load rumbling up his piss tube, and he looked down at her face, wanting to see her face when he shot off in her mouth. “Here it cums, teach!” he grunted, “Oh fuck, keep sucking! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cummmmmmmm!” He shuddered as he felt his hot jizz erupt into her hungrily sucking mouth.

Randy’s cheeks bulged as the first powerful spurt of spunk shot into her mouth, coating her tongue with a layer of steaming man chowder, spraying down her throat in a creamy torrent. She swallowed quickly, her throat muscles working frantically as she gulped down his cum. She was still trying to swallow it all when another gooey jet of jizz burst from his piss slit, followed almost immediately by another, then another. He was spilling more cum into her mouth than any of her previous lovers had with three of theirs, and she just couldn’t keep up with it.

Thick ribbons of jism gushed from her lips around his cockshaft as he stroked it in and out of her mouth. His hot, sticky cum ran down over her chin, dripping off onto the heaving upper swells of her tits. She pulled her head back, gasping and coughing, and his next spurt caught her square on the chin, splashing down over her neck, and leaving thick strings of cum clinging to her blouse. she popped his cock back into her mouth, but the flow was starting to taper off, easing to a slow trickle from his piss hole.

Kyle leaned back on the desk, his chest heaving as he took in bahis siteleri great gulps of air. He stared at her cum covered lips as she kept sucking on his cockhead, her hands still pumping roughly up and down on his cockstalk. He reached down, grabbing her upper arms, and pulled her upright.

Randy gasped as he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth, sweeping around, then tickling the tip of hers. He pulled back, licking the cum off her chin, and kissed her again, his cum coated tongue dancing against hers. She kissed him back, sucking the cum off his darting labia, moaning into his mouth. She’d never had anyone kiss her after she’d sucked his cock, much less after he’d cum in her mouth. Her pussy spasmed, and hot girl cum gushed from between her pussylips, soaking the crotch of her thong, and trickling down her thighs.

He pulled back again, holding her at arms length, as he stepped around her, then pushed her down over the desk as he dropped to his knees behind her. Pushing her skirt up over her creamy white ass, he hooked his thumb in the strap of her thong and pulled it aside as he spread her asscheeks with his fingers. Randy groaned when he licked up the length of her ass crack, then used his knees to open her legs wider. Randy dropped her upper body flat on the desk and spread her feet as far apart as they would go, opening herself up for whatever he wanted to do to her.

Kyle lifted her leg and forced it up onto the desk, spreading her wide open, and angling her cunt back at him at the same time. His fingers held the thin crotchband of her thong out of the way, and he spread the hairy lips of her pussy with his thumbs. Randy moaned as he plastered his mouth to her drooling pussy slit, his tongue stroking up and down eagerly as he sucked and slurped up the pearls of cream soaking her tender flesh.

Randy moaned as she felt his tongue stab up into her drooling cunt hole, and she shivered as a fresh flood of juice poured down, running over his tongue and into his mouth. Kyle started sucking her more eagerly, grinding his face around between her legs as he sucked her pussy hungrily from behind. She loved the way his tongue felt as it sluiced around in her crotch, but she longed to feel his huge cock filling her. She’d never had one anywhere near as big as his, and she couldn’t wait any longer to feel it pounding into her.

Reaching back, Randy grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him up, urging him to his feet.

“Get up, Kyle.” She panted. “Stick it in me! I want to feel your cock in me, Kyle! I want you to fuck me!” She laid out over the desk, keeping her leg up on it, purring as she felt him move up behind her. She shivered as she felt him scraping the fat knob up and down the length of her cunt slit, then center it on the tight hole.

“Oh god!” She groaned as she felt him start to press forward, the huge head of his cock stretching her tight little pussy hole almost to the bursting point. Her eyes clenched shut and she had to cover her mouth to smother a scream as he shoved half his enormous cock pole into her. She tried to wriggle away from him, but Kyle grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he began stroking in and out slowly.

Kyle grinned down at her as he started fucking her slowly. Her pussy was even tighter than Lois’s, and he knew that he had to give her time to get used to it. Randy was laying still on the desk, panting and whimpering as he stroked the top half of his cock in and out of her. When he felt her hips start to push back at him, he fed her another inch his stiff meat, then pulled back and buried his cock to the balls on the next stroke.

Randy gasped, and her head came up off the table, her eyes wide in their sockets. She’d never imagined, much less felt anything as huge as the swollen hunk of cock meat that was warping her poor little pussy out of shape. The throbbing knob of his cock slammed against the mouth of her womb, and her abused cunt hole quivered, milking and sucking the knarled length of his prick as he withdrew it slowly.

“Fuck, you’re tight!” Kyle grunted as he jerked her back, jamming his hips forward at the same time. His cock plowed into her again, and he fell into a steady rhythm, feeding her the full length of his cock with increasingly powerful strokes.

Randy’s pussy spasmed, clasping and clenching spastically on his plunging prick pole, and a flood of her fuck oils flowed from her wide stretched cuntlips. The creamy girl cum eased the passage of his mammoth meat muscle, and he started fucking her even faster. Randy writhed on the desk, sliding back toward him now, standing on her toes to angle her pussy up at him even more.

“So good, Kyle!” She grunted as she humped her ass back at him, eagerly meeting his strokes as he plunged into her roughly. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum, Kyle! Oh god! Your fucking cock feels fantastic in my…Unhn! Oh shi…Nnngggghnnnnnn!”

Her cock stretched pussy sleeve spasmed wildly, the juice coated inner walls fluttering wildly along the shaft of his cock as it bulled in and out of her. Randy squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm surged over her, and her body shuddered and twitched on the table, her fist pounding on it as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

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While Chris was visiting me, the sex was practically non-stop. We did it on the front porch numerous times, the kitchen counter, the back patio, in the laundry room, and at least once in every room of the house, not counting the bedroom, where to count how often would be impossible. We could not get enough of each other. We were consumed with passion, and even when we were sore and tired from all the sex, we would do it again.

In between those times, Chris and I talked about everything except where this relationship would go. Aside from words whispered during sex the first time, when he arrived, there was no more discussion of the matter, though I could tell that like me, Chris was thinking about it.

In the most subtle manner I could, I tried to sell him on Louisiana. I took him into New Orleans, showed him all the sights, the bars, and briefed him on the history of this great state. I had him drinking mint juleps, eating real Cajun food, and learning how to understand the accents.

Despite all the fun we had, however, the questions loomed over us like a dark shadow. At night, when we would finally go to sleep, we would hold each other with an intensity almost comparable to sex, each of us wanting to say something, but giving in to the silence. It became a source of deep frustration for me, and I knew that at some point before he left, we would sit down and have a serious talk.

I had no idea that it would come about the way that it had.

It was early morning, and I had just called in for a substitute to cover my classes for the next three days, for Chris had four days left in Lousiana. We were still in bed, cuddling quietly, and my fingers were tracing over the skin of his thigh, teasing him into a hard-on. I had risen that day with a need to have him in my mouth, feeling his cock throb as he came down my throat.

My fingers brushed over his heavy balls, producing a shudder from us both, and he leaned his head over to kiss me – one of those deep, wet kisses that could melt a glacier. I took hold of his cock, feeling it stiffen in my hand, squirming a little as the arousal built up within me. “I’m going to suck your dick,” I told him in a soft whisper, licking and nibbling away from his lips, down his throat.

He moaned low, stretching to allow me to kiss my way down his tattooed body. I was stroking his cock to full erection, the feel of it in my hands a pleasure in and of itself that made me a little crazy.

The phone began to ring as I let my tongue linger over one of his nipples. “Ignore it,” I whispered, letting my breath wisp over the rigid nipple. Chris quivered.

I stroke more intensely, my grip tightening around the thick, rigid cock türkçe bahis as the answering machine clicked on. The male voice was familiar, and though I tried to ignore it, it was sickening to me.

“Darlin’, I need to talk to you. Meet with me this Saturday? It’s important. I miss you.”

I felt the grip of strong hands on my shoulders as Chris pulled me up, and I lost my grip on him as his eyes bored into mine. “That’s the ex boyfriend?”

I nodded, hating the ex boyfriend for ruining the mood. “Jeff’s been trying to get me back since we broke up. That’s his monthly call.”

“Do you ever hook up with him anymore?” There was fear in Chris’ expression.

“We have lunch once in a while, but it doesn’t go beyond that.” I gave him a puzzled look. “You aren’t worried, are you?”

He held me tightly to him for a long moment, kissing my neck lightly before he replied. “Of course, I am worried. I trust you, but considering how long it’s been since you broke up, the idea of his still trying to get you back bothers me.”

I raised my head, meeting his eyes. “He won’t get me back, Chris, whether you are in the picture or not.” I paused, sighing as I blurted. “What’s going to happen once you are gone, Chris? What are we going to do about us?”

“Come to California,” he replied, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of my face. “Come out and I swear you won’t regret it. I just want to be with you. You make me happy. I want you to be happy with me.”

My eyes filled with tears. “I have a career here. Five years in the school system. Why don’t you transfer your credits to LSU. There’s plenty of places you can work…” I stopped, my bottom lip starting to tremble.

“My family. My mom has cancer…” he trailed off. “You can teach in California, can’t you?”

“I’ll think about it,” I told him, meaning each word. “I don’t want to be without you.”

He nodded, his own eyes wet. “Do something for me, though, until that decision is made?”

“Anything.”

“Let me have the peace of mind of knowing that you won’t see your ex anymore-for any reason.” He looked almost ashamed to ask it of me. “I’m not the jealous type normally, but I can’t stand this, not when I’ll be so far away.”

Part of me was ready to agree. I had no desire to see him. Another part of me raged. “You don’t trust me.” It wasn’t a question.

Two fingers pressed lightly to my lips, and he choked on his words, a tear escaping. “I love you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, and it scares me because I don’t think I can handle losing you. I look at you and my heart leaps. I touch you and it drives me crazy. Talking to you is easy, and you are so smart, so iddaa siteleri pretty, so perfect, that anything standing between us in any way is a perceived threat to the one thing I want and need most in the world right now. I know it’s insecure. I know that it seems I don’t trust you, but I wouldn’t love you if I didn’t trust you. Believe that if nothing else.”

“You really love me?” I had to smile, and though all he said to me was touching, that he admitted his love for me was something I felt I could live on for the rest of my days.

“Yes, I do. Don’t think that I am not considering a move down here, either. It’s just something we have to play by ear, I think. But not for too long.” He kissed my lips gently.

“I do love you, Chris,” I told him. “And if it truly makes you feel at ease, I won’t see him this weekend, though I would have said differently in any other situation.”

“I want you all for me. He gets off on seeing you. He gets off on you. Anyone that persistent is capable of more, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Chris hit a nerve. He was right. The ex had always been a little erratic in the stability department, but I did not confirm that fear. “I’m yours, no matter what,” I said, silencing any response with a deep kiss, my hand slipping between his legs once more. He was hard again, and I wanted him in my mouth now.

I pulled away from the kiss, sliding myself on top of him in a classic 69 position. His tongue was between my legs immediately, and I took him into my mouth as deeply as I could, suckling his cock as though it were the last Pepsi in the desert. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, pulling my ass cheeks apart even as his tongue stabbed into my pussy.

I felt the shudder start deep from within. His tongue flickered in and out of my pussy with lightning speed, delving as deep as it could and then sliding slick along my swollen lips. I took him hungrily, jacking him off as I sucked, moaning around his cock and spitting on it, making it as slick as I was.

We were in heaven. His thumb slipped into my ass as I came, and I never broke my own stride as I rode his face, the tickle of his morning stubble sending the release to new and different heights. My moans seemed to vibrate around his cock, and he tensed beneath me only a second before his seed shot into my mouth. I swallowed every last bit of it.

But we weren’t done.

Chris very suddenly flipped me over on my back, looming over me as his fingers stabbed into my still sensitive pussy. “That ass is mine and I’m going to have it right now,” he growled. “I want you to remember this every time that guy calls you.”

His fingers deneme bonusu veren siteler slipped out, covered in my juices, and there was no tenderness involved when he swung my legs up onto his shoulders, leaning close enough to slip those same fingers deep into my ass. I cried out, the move unexpected, unable to help the squirming.

Never had I taken a cock up my ass, though the fantasy was there, and I could think of no one better to fulfill it than my sweet Chris. I watched with wide eyes as his cock worked itself into a semi-hard state, his other hand slapping lightly at my pussy, rubbing teasingly over my clit.

“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” He asked me, looking briefly as though he might fear the answer.

“No,” I breathed, the fear and anticipation in my expression cluing him in to the fact that I was being utterly truthful.

He finger fucked my ass with two fingers, slow at first, but building up speed. “Good, because it’s mine to fuck. It’s mine to tease. I love your ass.”

I writhed, desire taking over any fears I had. He was rigid now, and when his fingers moved from my ass and his cock pressed forward, I knew that I could take it. “Go slow,” I begged.

He smiled down at me, pushing in slowly. The pain was almost too much. I started to beg him to stop, changing my mind four times before any words came out, but even those words were lost as the thick head of his cock slipped in. I screamed, squirming as he took me. I don’t know that he would have stopped had I protested. It didn’t matter. Once he was in, fucking me for all he was worth, I was loving it.

“Play with your clit for me,” he gasped, slamming his cock into me mercilessly. “Touch those lovely tits while I fuck your ass.”

I obeyed, the loss of control stimulating for me, sending electric shivers throughout my squirming little self. My fingers slid as they touched my pussy I was so wet, and as I began to rub fiercely at my engorged clit, my other hand cupping a breast, pinching at a nipple, I managed to gasp, “Like that?”

“Just. Like. That.” The pain mingled with intense pleasure, and I loved it.

“Fuck me harder,” I begged. “Hard as you can.”

He complied, his cock sliding almost completely out and pounding into my ass roughly. My pussy was as wet as I had ever felt it, and I fixed my eyes on his. “Come with me. I want to feel you come in my ass while I am coming.” I was so close now, and his eyes widened at my words. We had come together before, and my demanding it of him was all he needed to synchronize with me.

Hot sperm jetted into my ass as we both came. He never slowed his pace, and I never slowed mine. I was nearly hanging from his shoulders as I writhed through the most intense orgasm I had experienced to date. He was kissing the insides of my calves, licking and biting, whimpering as he finally slowed down, leaving himself lodged inside.

“Mine,” he whispered, breath hot on my leg.

“Always.” I breathed, smiling up at him.

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My name is Pam Smith. My mother was tragically killed in a car crash on my 18th birthday. They had installed a new stop sign a few weeks previous where there hadn’t been one before. I think she was probably thinking about my birthday party and just cruised right through. A truck plowed into her and she was killed instantly.

She was a beautiful woman, a teacher, beloved by her students and, obviously, by us, her family. She was tall and blonde and well-endowed. My dad practically worshiped her. She was so beautiful and a very good person, as well. She was always kind and did lots of things to help people in the community and was involved in church work.

Mom had been very excited as we planned my 18th birthday party. My brother, Jeff, was home from college, our family were all invited, as well as my friends and a lot of people from church. Mom had gone to pick up some last minute things. The time came for her to be back and she wasn’t answering her phone. I started worrying because it wasn’t like her to be late or not be in touch. After a half hour or so, we were all getting worried and my Dad was frantic. Then the police car pulled into the drive and we knew something had happened. We never expected, however, that the news would be that my beloved, beautiful mother had been killed.

When the policeman informed us, I burst into tears and my Dad fell to his knees. “This is your fault, you selfish little bitch!” he yelled at me, but immediately hugged me around the legs and apologized profusely. I knew, in my heart, that he didn’t mean it, that it was only an expression of his deep grief, but his words cut me to the core and, I must admit, it still brings a deep hurt and tears to my eyes when I recall them.

My mother was dead. I could not believe it. I kept repeating that it must be some mistake. It could not possibly be her. But it was. Making the funeral arrangements with my brother and some other family members drove that fact home. Daddy was so distraught that he had to be given medication which, thankfully, put him to sleep. Hundreds attended the funeral. People she had taught, people that she had helped, church members, family members, some people I didn’t even know.

And then it was over. My brother, Daddy, and me were alone. Everyone else had gone home. There were tons of casseroles and every kind of food imaginable that friends had brought by, but we didn’t want to eat. We sat and stared at each other. My Dad, still somewhat medicated, just sobbed and couldn’t even talk to us.

I sat in Jeff’s lap, for comfort. He was 2 years older than me and, from the time my little boobs started growing, he had more than a brotherly interest. He and I had played “doctor” and several other naughty games throughout our teen years. We had never had sex, though, and I was still a virgin at the ripe old age of 18.

After Dad excused himself to go to bed, Jeff started trying to feel of my tits, which normally would have been welcome, as I never considered him a threat and it felt good. But Mom had just died and I felt nothing. I was a little peeved that he could think of anything sexual at that time. I just wanted his arms around me to comfort me. I had tried to hug Daddy, but he couldn’t offer any comfort in return. Jeff could have comforted me, if he had just done it. In a time like that he should have known I just needed to be held. I needed some sense that I was still loved and that life would go on.

Because he kept trying to feel me up, I moved over to the couch and he tried to find something on TV to watch. Nothing seemed right. We talked about how we were worried about Daddy. Neither of us had ever seen him depressed or angry or sad for very long. He just wasn’t himself. I asked Jeff if he thought he might try to hurt himself, but he dismissed it. We talked awhile longer and I went to check on Daddy, who was in bed sobbing hysterically. I tried to talk to him, but there was nothing I could do to make him or myself feel any better.

The next morning we couldn’t even get Daddy to get out of bed. We had several visitors, but he didn’t want to see them. Besides my own grief, I was very scared for Daddy and eventually called a doctor that is a friend of our family. He stopped by that afternoon and prescribed him some medicine to sleep and others for anxiety and depression. He told me he would contact me every day to see how he was doing. I cried. Everything made me cry. Every act of kindness, every word about my mother, and even her belongings, which were scattered throughout the house.

This went on for several days. Daddy would only get up to eat and he didn’t eat much. He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want a hug. He didn’t want anything but my mother. He was angry and sad. I was scared to death. I couldn’t even mourn for my mother because I was so concerned that Daddy was suffering so much.

Then the other shoe dropped. Jeff announced that he was going back to school. I had assumed that he would sit out a semester to help us get adjusted. But bonus veren siteler no, he wanted to get back, and he didn’t care that I was going to have to deal with my own grief and Daddy’s situation as well. I begged. I pleaded. I offered my body to him. Yes, I told him I would give him my virginity and I would give him whatever hge wanted, whenever he wanted. That’s how desperate I was.

I don’t know if this is an appropriate time to tell you what I looked like at the age of 18, but I do want you to understand that he had quite a bit of willpower to turn down my offer. I was about 5-8, slender, 34C, brown hair to my shoulders, and brown eyes. I was hot and, even though I had been taught humility at church, I knew I was very desirable. I had had several boyfriends, but I was “saving myself” for marriage (and for my brother to mess around with sometimes, knowing that he would stop when I said to). If my boyfriends got too insistent, I broke up with them and was known variously as “frigid”, an “ice queen”, a “goodie two shoes”, and so on. I didn’t really care. I masturbated frequently and was quite naughty with my hunk of a brother, so I was pretty satisfied with my sex life.

As I was saying, Jeff went back to college. Daddy went back to work, but often came home in the middle of the day. He was depressed, but didn’t want to take medication. He cried every day. He was aware that I was grieving, but could not bring himself to have much of a conversation with me. I was so fearful that he was going to harm himself.

My bedroom was upstairs and Daddy’s was downstairs. My bedroom was immediately above his and I would lay down on the floor and listen to see if I could hear him. I often heard him sobbing. I would lay on my bed, trembling, hurting, and weeping. I was so sad and my grades, once near perfect, were suffering. I was so scared that Daddy was going to hurt himself. I thought I was going crazy.

One night a couple of weeks after Jeff had gone back to college I woke to hear my Dad saying my mother’s name. I assumed he was sleeping, but it was heartbreaking. I made my way downstairs and crept into his bed. He was very much asleep and was laying on his left side. I cuddled up behind him and put my arm around him and slept like a baby.

Upon waking, Daddy shook me and asked, “Pammy, why are you in this bed?” He sounded a little perturbed. I explained that I couldn’t sleep and I just needed to be near him. I started crying and he held me. I was aware that I wasn’t wearing anything but a tee shirt that barely covered my crotch and a pair of panties. I didn’t think that it would affect Daddy, but still, it was an unusual situation. I felt better afterwards, though.

In the next few weeks I found myself more and more often descending the stairs after Daddy was asleep, to cuddle up behind him. I always fell asleep almost immediately and I started feeling better, even though I still missed my beloved mother so very much.

One night I crawled into Daddy’s bed and he was laying on his other side, the right one this time. There wasn’t room for me to crawl up behind him, so I just laid down and faced away from him. I reached back and found his hand and put it on my hip. Soon I was sound asleep. I woke with my Dad spooning me. Not only that, but his arm was around me and his hand was fondling my breast. I froze. What was he doing?? Then I realized that he was asleep. So how to extricate myself? I certainly didn’t want to wake him up and embarrass him.

Then I had a eureka moment. Daddy was dreaming about Mama, but more importantly, he was a grown man who was used to getting sex regularly and now was being deprived of it. I knew he and mom had sex regularly because I could hear them in my room. Usually not very clearly, but enough for me to know what was going on.

I was still feeling guilt over my Mom’s death. It was because of me, I had convinced myself. If Mom had not been thinking about my birthday party, she would not have run that stop sign and she would still be alive. Daddy would still have the love of his life and his sexual needs would still be being fulfilled. Oh my goodness! This was my fault. Daddy was dreaming about sex and he was frustrated.

I then realized that there was something very hard against my butt. Daddy was hard! This was horrible and it was my fault! I found myself thinking about how big my brother’s cock was and wondering if Daddy’s was that big. I assumed it was, since he was bigger than my brother, but what did I know? It felt big against my bottom. I realized that, just as when I had played around with Jeff, that I was turned on. My nipples were hard and I could feel that familiar tingling between my thighs. I wanted, oh so badly, to push my ass back against Daddy’s cock and for him to massage my breasts to his heart’s content. But that was wrong and I had been taught that all my life. I had to both get these dirty thoughts out of my mind and extricate myself from beneath Daddy’s big strong arm.

I bahis very slowly turned my body so that I was lying on my back and lifted Daddy’s arm, placing it back on his side. He grunted and turned over. So much for that, but my panties were wet and my nipples were hard. I realized that I was horny for the first time since Mom’s death. I stealthily left Daddy’s bed and climbed the stairs to my own room.

Upon entering my room, I removed my tee shirt and panties and lay down on the bed, totally naked. I needed to cum and I knew that I was going to masturbate thinking about my Daddy’s hand on my breasts and his big Daddy-cock on my ass. My pussy was wet and practically dripping juices onto the bed. I pinched my nipples with both hands, thinking about how it would feel for Daddy to touch them, kiss them, suck them, just like my handsome brother had done so many times. I reached one hand down to rub juices on my swollen clit and my orgasm washed over me, my body quaking, trembling, my legs open wide with brief, wonderful visions of my sweet Daddy laying down between my legs, sinking his huge Daddy-cock deep into his little girl.

Over the next few weeks I thought more and more about my “Daddy” fantasy. I still worried about him, so sometimes I would get up and go make sure he was ok, and crawl into bed with him. This had happened so many times by now, that Daddy didn’t say anything against it. If he was aware, he tried to stay on his side of the bed as possible. If he said anything like “you’re too old to sleep with your Dad”, my reply would be that I was sad and needed to be near him. That always satisfied him.

As time went on, there were more and more occasions when Daddy would roll over and “spoon” me in his sleep. Invariably, I could feel his hard cock on my ass and sometimes he helped himself to a handful of my breasts. He even muttered words that were obviously intended for my mother.

More and more I worried that I was the cause of his frustration. I wondered if he masturbated. I was really naive and had been told that it was painful for men to go without sexual release. It was my fault. And now, here we were. Just us. Mom was gone. Was I now the woman of the house? I was 18; an adult. I cooked. I cleaned. I bought groceries. Was I supposed to be the woman in every sense of the word? If it was my fault that Mom was dead (and I didn’t allow myself to dwell on that very often), did I owe it to my Daddy to take her place in every way?

The thought was perplexing, scary, and extremely exciting. To say that I thought Daddy was sexy was an understatement. He was tall, slender, with a flat belly and with a muscular chest and arms. He kept in shape by going to the gym occasionally, running, and swimming in our pool. He was tan, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was always clean shaven and neat. He was the man with whom I compared every other man. Besides being handsome, he was good. Moral. A church-goer. He lived the Golden Rule and had tried to teach us humility and to always turn the other cheek.

One night Daddy awakened me by scooting close to me, obviously asleep, and stroking my body, including my breasts. I could feel his cock hardening. He squeezed a nipple very lightly and kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my body. He whispered, “Ann, I love you.” Ann, of course, was my Mom.

I pushed my bottom back against his hard cock, trying to detect its size, wondering if it was bigger than my brother’s. I surreptitiously reached my hand behind me, my hands shaking, wondering what he would do if he woke up. I managed to grasp his cock through his boxer shorts. FUCK!! It felt HUGE. Definitely bigger than Jeff’s! I could feel its heat even through the cloth.

I didn’t massage or squeeze, for fear of awakening him. I just loosely held it and felt of it. It felt long, but of course I couldn’t be sure. It just seemed BIG. I was so nervous, but so turned on. Assuming that he had not been masturbating, he had not had release in 3 months or more. I knew from experiences with Jeff that “saving it up” produced massive loads of cum. I was naive, but not stupid. I assumed that teenagers produced more than men Dad’s age, but still!

As young teens, Jeff and I had experimented with each other. As I said, we never had intercourse, but we did engage in oral sex. I liked oral sex. To this day I can’t understand why a woman does not want the cum of her lover. It is the ultimate expression of love to drink his love nectar. I never minded the taste and learned to love it and even crave it. Anyway, I was thinking that my Daddy needed release. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to help him? Didn’t I owe that to him?

The room was dark. I wanted to see it! I knew that turning on the bedside light would probably awaken him, but if it did, so what? I reluctantly released his cock and scooted over to the edge of the bed, safely away from him. I leaned over and turned the light on, fully expecting him to awaken. But he didn’t. In fact, when deneme bonusu the light came on, he snored and rolled onto his back. I waited a couple of minutes to make sure he was still asleep, uncovered him, and could see from the bulge in his boxers that he was at least still somewhat aroused. I got on my knees and carefully lifted the elastic of his boxers so that I could look into them. FUCK!! It was not fully hard, but it was thick and beautiful. It looked menacing, which excited me no end. My heart was racing, my nipples were hard, my breath was shallow, and my pussy was soaked.

I pulled the top of his boxers down as much as I could without really pulling hard, trying not to awaken him. His cock lay there against his hairy, flat tummy. To me, it was beautiful. A work of art, even though it seemed to be shrinking. I was so scared to touch it, but I reached out and lifted it in my hand. It immediately started hardening again. I was mesmerized. I watched, not moving, as it continued to inflate, the head becoming swollen and shiny. FUCK!! I was so turned on. I wanted to stroke it. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to suck it until he flooded my mouth with his pent-up Daddy-jism!!

I had not noticed that his breathing pattern had changed. “Pammy!! What are you doing? NO. NO. NO. NO!!” and he jumped out of bed with such a look of grief and perplexity that it scared the shit out of me. He stood there, regarding me, with a look of utter disgust on his face.

I burst into tears. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. Please don’t hate me! Please??”

“What were you doing? he demanded.

I was sobbing, practically hysterical. Tears ran down my face. I was shaking all over. Had I just ruined my relationship with my Dad? I tried to talk, but was shaking so much that I was incoherent. Daddy sat down and put his arms around me. “Shhh… Honey, don’t cry. I love you. But what you’re doing is inappropriate. Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?”

He said he loved me! I hadn’t ruined our relationship! I could explain this. Couldn’t I? Daddy got some tissue for me to blow my nose and I calmed down. I said, “Daddy, it’s my fault that Mom is dead.” At that I broke into tears again and I could see tears pooling in his eyes.

“Pammy. No. It is not your fault that Mom is gone. Are you still thinking about that horrible remark I said when…” tears coursed down his cheeks as he stroked my face and hair…”when we got the news? Please, Honey, please forgive me.”

At that, his body started shuddering and he slipped to the floor, laying his head in my lap, weeping, breaking my heart. My poor Daddy. I loved him more at that instant than I ever had before. I stroked his hair and continued telling him, over and over, that I loved him.

Finally he got back on the bed and covered himself with a sheet. He was sniffling. I said, “Daddy, I felt like I took her away and I needed to take her place. I love you. I know that men have needs and I was just trying to do what I could…” I stammered, not quite being able to explain what was in my heart.

“No, Pammy. You are not your mother and nobody can take her place. Especially not THAT way. That’s wrong, Honey. You know that. We’ve taught you about sex.”

“But Daddy, doesn’t it hurt? I heard that it hurts a man not to… you know.”

Daddy managed a laugh. “Don’t believe everything you hear. No, it doesn’t hurt. I shouldn’t talk about this with you, Honey. I don’t think you should sleep down here anymore. If you get scared, come and wake me up, but this is just inappropriate.”

“Please, Daddy?” I protested. “I get scared that you are going to hurt yourself because you’re so sad. I only wanted to make sure you were OK. When you rolled over against me, it made me start thinking that you needed a woman, and that it was my duty. That sounds stupid. I’m sorry.”

Daddy enfolded me in his arms and kissed my forehead. “You are the most precious person on this earth to me now, Pammy. I would never, ever hurt you. I’m certainly not going to harm myself.” He kissed me again, and I leaned up and pecked his lips with mine.

Despite his admonition that I could not sleep in his bed anymore, I did it anyway. He protested a couple of times, but I insisted that I needed to snuggle with him for comfort. He would say, “no funny business” and we would both laugh. Little did he know that my mind was still filled with the image of his hard cock and I could still feel his hands on my breasts. I often would get so excited when I snuggled with him that I would go upstairs and masturbate, then come down again and sleep the rest of the night.

As a way to get his attention, I changed my nightly ritual by getting dressed for bed shortly after our evening meal each evening. I nearly always wore a tee shirt with panties underneath. The tee shirt rarely went far past my panties. I was tall, and unless I had an over-sized tee shirt, it wasn’t going to come down very far. My breasts were fully developed and had been since I was 15 or so. The tee shirt enhanced them nicely. I wanted Daddy to notice. For years I had craved his compliments, whether it was for a dress I wore to church, or an outfit for school, or just a “you’re so pretty”. I wanted him to notice me; I wanted him to see me as a woman. A sexy woman.

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