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Summer at the Coopers

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Sweat poured down my face as I pedaled my mountain bike toward my best friend Jake Cooper’s house. It was only eleven o’clock in the morning, but it was already close to ninety degrees and humid, and I was looking forward to diving into the Coopers’ pool. I was wearing a white tank top, tie-dyed board shorts, Oakley sunglasses and a pair of old Nikes. Jake and I had just graduated from high school and we were looking forward to a summer filled with parties before we went to Penn State.

My mother Bridget and her husband Walter left the house after breakfast to play tennis at their country club and have lunch with one of Walter’s endless array of business contacts. Walter married my mother when I was twelve and he was never bothered by my refusal to refer to him as my stepfather. In fact, he seemed content to do as little parenting as possible.

My parents got divorced when I was ten. My dad Jay decided he liked vodka and twenty-one year old girls better than he liked being a husband and a father. I see him about once a month and we talk on the phone about once a week. Almost every time we talk, he brags about the latest “hottie” his combination of good looks and a healthy bank account nabbed him; sometimes, he even sends me pictures of some of his “conquests” asleep in his bed once the transaction was completed. It’s disturbing to think you’re more mature at eighteen than your father is at forty-two.

My mom Bridget was her daddy’s little girl, a pampered princess who, as near as I could tell, was bred for two purposes: marrying a man who was almost as rich as Grampa and producing an heir for Grampa’s money. When Dad left us, Mom went into a little tail spin. For weeks, she sat around the house, looking dazed while the housekeepers worked around her. Eventually, Mom shook off Dad’s rejection and commenced auditions for “Husband 2.0.” Bridget made my role in the audition process very clear – I was to look handsome, be on my best behavior and speak as little as possible as Bridget paraded a series of doctors, lawyers and Wall Street types through our house in search of a new and improved life partner, one who would put the original model to shame.

I felt sorry for Bridget. Instead of encouraging her to be independent and carve out her own place in the world, my grandparents raised her to believe she couldn’t be complete unless there was a man at her side at all times. When Dad pulled his disappearing act, instead of going into therapy or “finding herself,” she went all “American Idol,” scouring the surrounding counties and states for the man who would make her feel whole again. I was happy for her when she found Walter, especially because he expressed no interest in insinuating himself into my life. He had a hedge fund to run, and no time for distractions like Little League, high school football or school plays. Walter had an apartment in the city where he spent most nights. When Walter came by the house, it was usually to whisk Bridget off to some black tie event or to weekends in the Hamptons or international vacations. Each time, before they left, she explained that it wasn’t that they didn’t want me to join them, they just didn’t want to bore me with all of their “grown up” stuff.

Having an adolescent father, an absentee step-dad and a flighty mother might have screwed me up royally; instead, it made having the Coopers in my life pretty damn special. Hank Cooper and my dad were college roommates, and they started a very successful software company together. Jake and I were born in the same hospital a month apart and we basically grew up together. The Coopers’ three story house is filled with photos that depict the growth of the family, and it seems like I’m in almost all of them, going back to when I was a baby. When my parents split, my dad also quit the company, but that didn’t change my relationship with the Coopers. When Bridget started the audition process, I started spending more and more time with them. I would have dinner and sleep over in Jake’s room four or five nights a week. I think Bridget was actually happy there were people so eager to look after me, allowing her to continue the hunt for “Husband 2.0” with minimal inconvenience.

Jake’s mom, Cindy, is the warmest, most loving person I’ve ever known. Many of my earliest memories are of Cindy’s warm blue eyes, her brilliant smile and her infectious laugh. As I grew up, Cindy was the person I always looked to when I had a question or needed advice. She was always there for me, at all of the biggest events of my young life. I spent much of my early life wishing that Cindy could have been my mother. As I entered adolescence, however, and the hormones started kicking in, I began appreciating her more for the beautiful woman she is, and I found myself wishing I could marry her.

If Cindy Cooper was the first love of my life, Jake’s older sister Denise, or Dee Dee, as everyone called her, was definitely my first object of desire. I was responsible for her nickname. Dee Dee was two when Jake and I were born. According to bonus veren siteler her mother, Dee Dee loved playing with us, almost as if we were living dolls. As I was learning to speak, I couldn’t say “Denise;” instead it came out as “Dee Dee.” Jake quickly picked it up, and her parents found it so adorable the name stuck. Dee Dee never seemed to mind the name we’d given her. As we all grew up, she was Dee Dee to all her friends, family and even some of her teachers.

As it turned out, the nickname was apt. Dee Dee’s breasts sprouted when Jake and I were eight and she was ten. As we got older, her breasts seemed to grow exponentially. It wasn’t a complete surprise, as Mrs. Cooper was a 36 D herself (a fact I ascertained when I was twelve, by helping Mrs. Cooper with the laundry and sneaking peeks at the tags on some of her bras.) Dee Dee got a genetic second helping, however, and she fully lived up to her nickname by the time she turned seventeen.

At five feet eight inches and one hundred thirty pounds, Dee Dee made one hell of a package, with sunny blond hair she let grow down to the middle of her back and a butt she kept firm and round by cheerleading and playing softball and volleyball during high school. Though we’d basically grown up together, I’d always had feelings for Dee Dee that were more than brotherly. Jake loved slugging me in the gut and calling me a pervert whenever he caught me staring at his sister for more than three seconds.

Throughout my adolescence, Dee Dee was just out of reach, separated from me by a gap of two years, which felt more like two eternities to me. The older high school guys started noticing Dee Dee’s body when she turned fifteen; if there had been any chance she might notice me before that, it was game over at that point. Dee Dee, Jake and I attended the same prep school for four years. I’d see her in the halls, but she never acknowledged my existence. She was always surrounded by jocks or chattering with her fellow cheerleaders.

I was limited to fantasies of Dee Dee, and I enjoyed plenty of them. I regularly relieved my aching libido with visions of her spectacular body, even on nights when I slept over at Jake’s house. The family would sit down for dinner, then we’d hang out, watching T.V. or playing games. I’d sneak as many glances at Dee Dee as I could without getting called out. Eventually, I’d head to the bathroom and let my imagination run wild. After Dee Dee graduated and headed to the University of Michigan, I only saw her a handful of times, at Thanksgiving and on her winter breaks; she spent the summer after her freshman year of college living and working in New York City. I dated Becky Anderson, one of the smartest students in my class, during my last two years of prep school, but Dee Dee never completely disappeared from my thoughts, or my fantasies.

I reached six feet tall by the time I turned eighteen, just before my senior year of high school. I wore my brown hair down below the collar of my shirt. I was a pitcher and outfielder on the baseball team in high school, while Jake was an all-state wrestler. We spent loads of time in the weight room, so I carried one hundred ninety pounds on a muscular frame, while Jake was five-eight, just like his sister, and a rock solid one seventy-five. Jake earned a wrestling scholarship to Penn State, while I was going to try and walk on with the baseball team as a non-scholarship player. Bridget’s head nearly exploded when I told her I was going to Penn State; she was sure I meant the University of Pennsylvania, but I had no interest in an Ivy League pedigree. When we were ten years old, Jake and I vowed that we’d stick together for life, and I was going to stand by that promise.

My dad and Hank Cooper took their company public when Jake and I were nine. As Jay still likes to say whenever he brings it up, “Wall Street ate it up like they were eating sushi off Kate Upton’s naked body.” My dad took the pile of money he made off the I.P.O. as a sign from God that it was time to fulfill his destiny as the playboy of the western world; within a year, he’d divorced Bridget and left the company.

Hank Cooper went in a different direction. Around the time my dad left the company, Mr. Cooper bought a three acre parcel of land five miles away from my house and built a three story house from the ground up. It was a majestic piece of architecture, with a slate gray exterior, six bedrooms (including one that was designated for me,) a computer lab and a library on the third floor, a fully automated kitchen and a media room the size of a small movie theater in the basement, with an eighty inch hi-def screen, surround sound, and enough leather couches and recliners to have a party of forty. Behind the house, there was a twenty-five yard swimming pool, a hot tub and a deck attached to the second floor, where the family held cookouts every other weekend in the summer. Gardening was one of Mrs. Cooper’s passions; the grounds included flower and vegetable gardens and a greenhouse, bahis where Mrs. Cooper grew orchids and tropical plants that she sold on line.

There was a half mile private access road leading from the main road to the house, and a small forest of pine and oak trees surrounding the grounds, creating a sense of intimacy. I rode my bike up the driveway and leaned it against the detached four car garage, which was about a hundred feet away from the house. I walked around to the back of the house. Jake was standing on the diving board, bouncing up and down with his back facing me.

“Yo, asshat!” I yelled as I dropped my backpack, bike helmet and Oakleys on one of the patio tables near the pool.

“What took you so long, shit head?” Jake yelled before doing a back flip into the pool, splashing me as much as he could.

“Bridget insisted on having a family breakfast,” I said as Jake surfaced. “I guess she wanted to throw me a curveball, going into parental mode. She wanted to know what my plans for the summer are. Guess what happened next.”

“What?” he said with a laugh as he floated on his back in the crystal clear water.

“Walter offered me a job, no, wait, an ‘internship,” I said, making air quotes with my fingers. “He said I would work with one of the brokers at his firm, get my feet wet in the family business. He actually called it the family business.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him I’d think about it,” I said as I made a jerking off motion with my fist. “Bridget got a little pissed. I guess she thought I’d jump at the chance to have some bonding time with Walter.”

“Maybe she’s concerned about her son’s future,” a warm voice said from behind me. I turned and felt my heart swell as Cindy Cooper approached the pool, carrying a tray that held a pitcher of lemonade and two tall glasses filled with ice. She was wearing a sleeveless, royal blue cotton sun dress with a white floral design. The scooped neckline showed off just a hint of cleavage, while the dress hugged her svelte torso and shapely hips before coming down to her knees. She was wearing brilliant white, open-toed sandals on her feet and dangling silver earrings. Mrs. Cooper was a competitive swimmer in college, and she swam every morning at sunrise, when it was warm enough. There were more than a few mornings after I slept over at the Coopers’ that I set the alarm on my cell phone early enough to get to a window overlooking the pool and watch Mrs. Cooper knifing through the crystal clear water. She even made one-piece suits look sexy. The brightness of the blue dress combined with her shoulder-length blond hair to give her a sunny glow. I walked over to the table as she poured the two glasses full of lemonade.

“Good morning, David,” Mrs. Cooper said, smiling as she opened her arms wide to hug me. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. “It’s normal for a mother to be concerned about her child’s future, and sometimes to even try to nudge them in what she thinks is a positive direction.” Her voice rose as she took a step back and looked over my shoulder toward the pool. I turned and watched Jake floating on his back, deliberately avoiding responding to his mother. “It’s O.K.,” she said. “I just keep talking to him and trust that some of what I’m saying will stick there.”

“I don’t know,” I said skeptically. “With a head as thick as his, most of it will probably just bounce off.”

“Bite me, ass face!” Jake yelled before laughing maniacally and flipping himself over in the water a couple of times. Jake loved acting like a lazy sack of shit who cared about nothing more than the next piece of ass he could get his hands on but, in reality, Jake was a gifted computer system designer who was going to end up working with his dad if he didn’t have a startup of his own, as well as a state champion wrestler. Jake loved staying up on line late into the night, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, trading ideas and talking computer design with people all over the world.

“There’s a pizza baking in the oven,” Mrs. Cooper said. “It will be ready to come out in a minute. I believe Jake has a movie marathon set up in the media room.”

“Marvel movie marathon,” Jake yelled. “Both Hulks, Thor, the first Captain America and the Avengers.” The Coopers’ media room, with an eighty-inch high-def TV, surround sound and leather couches and reclining chairs, was perfect for a couple of teenaged superhero junkies.

“Just try and come out of it with your sight and hearing intact, honey,” Mrs. Cooper said. “I’ll be at Aunt Juliet’s house, helping her set up for Sharon’s bridal shower. I should be home by six.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Jake yelled before he started swimming.

“I love you, Jake,” Mrs. Cooper said. “David, would you come in to the kitchen and help me with the pizza?”

I looked back at Jake, who was gliding through the water, then I followed Mrs. Cooper into the kitchen. I knew my “helping” her was likely to consist of listening as she offered her opinion deneme bonusu on Walter’s job offer. She walked past the long white marble counter in the middle of the kitchen and opened the oven. The aroma of tomatoes, cheese and herbs immediately came wafting out, making my stomach rumble. Using two oven mitts, Mrs. Cooper pulled the pizza stone out of the oven and rested it on the counter. The pizza was covered with peppers, spinach and zucchini. Mrs. Cooper insisted that if she were going to make us pizza, it was going to be veggie.

“Now,” she said as she walked out from behind the counter, “what is so terrible about spending the summer working at Walter’s firm?”

“Bridget and Walter know very well I have no interest in spending my life doing finance stuff,” I said with a shrug. “The thought of sitting in an office all day, convincing people to hand over their money, makes my skin crawl. You know I want to become a writer, work on a newspaper or magazine, and write books.”

“Which you will be very good at,” she said with a smile on her face. “You’re a brilliant writer; I was so proud when you got your short story published last year. However, I can think of three very good reasons for you to work with Walter this summer.”

“Name them,” I said skeptically.

“First, it will make your mother very happy to see you bonding with Walter.”

“Happiness is a temporary state with Bridget,” I said, shaking my head. “She’ll find something else to worry about within a day.”

“Second, this is a gesture from Walter, reaching out to you.”

“This is Walter trying to get Bridget off his back,” I said caustically, “while stashing me in some cubicle where he wouldn’t have to look at me more than once or twice a week.”

“Third, I want you to do this, for me.” She slipped her arms around my waist, leaned in close and pressed her lips against my cheek. “I am so proud of the young man you’ve become, David, and I’m looking forward to the many great things you are going to do in the future. I think you should take this opportunity to try something different, learn something new. I’ll bet whatever you learn will end up being very valuable to you, down the road.”

She smiled at me with her brilliant white teeth and focused the concentrated beams of love in her cornflower blue eyes on me, and I knew the argument was over. Jake and I called it her “mom vision,” and I’d yet to meet anyone who could resist it.

“That is so unfair,” I said as I pulled back from her. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

“I’m only asking you to do it because I know it will be good for you,” she said, reaching out to brush my cheek with her fingers. “It doesn’t matter whether you want a career in finance. It will be valuable experience that will be useful to you one day, maybe as the subject for your first best-selling novel.”

“If that happens, I’ll have to dedicate it to you,” I said as we both laughed. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll do it, but I’ll expect a reward from you later on this summer.”

“Who knows?” she said with a sweet smile. “If you play your cards right, maybe you’ll get a special reward.” She leaned back into me, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen. I could swear I heard her giggling as she walked away.

“What does that mean?” I called out after her.

She waved without looking back at me. I followed and watched her walk to the front door. She paused, gathering her purse and checking for her car keys. After a second, she turned and walked out of the house. I was only joking when I talked about getting a reward for taking her advice. Beyond everything they’d done for me, the Coopers hosted a blow-out eighteenth birthday party for me and Jake in November and a graduation party only a week before, with the whole senior class roaming all over their property, and they’d given me a four hundred dollar Swiss watch as a graduation present.

I decided to head back out to the pool and grab a quick dip while the pizza cooled. I closed the sliding door behind me, kicked off my sneakers, stripped off my shirt and ran toward the pool, leaping at the last moment and cannonballing my way into the water. Jake picked up a volleyball that was floating on the surface of the water and flung it at me. I dove to my right to avoid the ball and swam after it. In eighth grade, Jake and I took a swimming class where we spent half the time playing water polo. Jake adapted the idea into water dodge ball, where we accumulated points depending on what body part we nailed our opponent. Arms and legs were worth 200 points, the chest worth 300 points. Head shots were worth 500 points. If you managed to nail an opponent in the nuts, you were immediately declared the victor. The great thing about the game is it could be played one-on-one, or in teams up to four-on-four, depending on the size of the pool. We swam around the pool, dodging and taunting each other as we flung the ball in our best attempts to bruise each other all over our bodies.

At one point, Jake shot up out of the water and, with a primal scream, fired the ball, aiming at my head. When I ducked, the ball flew out of the pool, toward the patio. We both chortled as I swam over and climbed out of the pool. I jogged over to the patio and knelt down to pick up the ball.

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A four days had passed since Martin had starred in his own incest porn movie for the billionaire Howard Goldburg. He didn’t stay long at his home once Lula had called him two days after to inform him of an opening at Johns Hopkins. Once she had informed him, Martin moved in a blur as he packed his car. With the money he had earned burning a hole in his wallet. He was planning on buying a new car once he got to Boston, along with an apartment close to the school. However, once he had arrived at the school he was surprised to find Lula waiting for him at the entrance.

“Hello Martin,” Lula said waving at him as the climbed the granite steps. “Mr. Goldburg sends his regards that he couldn’t be here in person, some unfortunate matters came up,” she said her eyes running down his body. Her mouth watered, recounting the time when she had that monster of his in her mouth. “Well, come along, we shouldn’t keep the Dean waiting,” Lula said looping her arm around his.

“See? Mr. Goldburg always upholds his deals,” Lula said as they exited the main entrance of the school an hour later. Her silver framed wire glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as her flaming red hair hid her blushing cheeks as they walked down the steps. Taking Martin by the hand as they came to his rundown rusted out car. “Listen, I know you just got here, but I’ve already looked at a condo for you. If you’d like, I can take you there now,” Lula said eyeing the empty passenger seat.

“Sure, thank you, I wouldn’t know the first place to start,” Martin said bashfully rubbing the back of his neck.

“Good,” Lula whispered into his ear, “Everything you need for film making is already there so you needn’t worry,” she said kissing him lightly on his cheek before walking around the front of his car.

“Take a left up here,” Lula said pointing to the stop light before resting her hand on his lap. “Martin, I don’t have to be back in California until tomorrow and I can’t stop thinking about this cock,” she said as she rubbed his groin. “You were interested in fucking me…I hope you still are,” Lula whispered lustfully into his ear.

“Yeah,” Martin muttered as his grip turned deadly white as they sped down the city streets of Boston.

“Good, then you won’t object to this,” Lula said sneakily as she unzipped his fly. “Take a right at the next light and then straight on for four miles, you’ll see the building before we’ll get there,” she said smirking devilishly as she grasped his soft member. “What’s wrong Martin? Surely, some teenage slut has jacked you off while you’ve driven before haven’t they?” Lula asked as her tongue flickered out teasing his earlobe.

“No,” Martin said weakly shaking his head.

“Oh, then let me be the first to give you road head,” Lula said unbuckling herself, wondering if she’ll have enough time to get him off before they reached the condo tower. “God Martin, I just can’t get over the size of this thing,” Lula purred as she ran her lips down side of his cock. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me with this beast,” she said before devouring his stout rod.

“Oh, fuck,” Martin moaned trying to keep his attention focused on the road and not on the wonderful sensations of Lula’s skillful tongue.

“You better fucking cum in my mouth Martin,” Lula growled teasingly as she winked up at him.

“If you keep sucking my cock like that, you’ll have all the cum you can handle,” Martin said breathing heavily as he pulled to a stop as the stoplight turned red. A chill of fear crept up his spine as a female police officer pulled up beside his passenger door. Martin was frozen fear as Lula showed off his cock to the female officer, who looked on in shock awe as her sunglasses slipped from the bridge of her nose as her mouth hung agape. Martin’s heart fluttered in relief as the light turned green hoping he wasn’t going to jail for indecent exposure. His mind breathed out a sigh as they got a block away only to have his fears come to life as the siren and lights flashed behind him.

“Pull in there,” Lula said pointing to the parking garage. “Park there,” she said mischievously pointing to the darkest corner of the parking structure. “Here let me put this back in,” Lula said impishly as she place his hard cock back into his pants. Killing his engine, Martin waited with trepidation as he watched the officer approaching from his side view mirror.

“License and registration,” the female officer asked as Martin rolled down his window. Martin fumbled with his glove box as Lula caressed the outline of his cock. “Do you know why I stopped you?” she asked as Martin handed her the two cards.

“No,” Martin said weakly looking over that the officer. He caught the hints of her cocoa butter lotion that drifted of her caramel skin.

“Sir, I need you to step out of the vehicle,” she said backing to the rear of the car, looking around ensuring they hadn’t garnered any unwanted interest. Glad that she had the wherewithal canlı bahis to shut off her lights to keep that corner as dark as she could. “Turn around and put your hands on the trunk,” she said smirking at Martin’s nervousness. “Do you have any weapons, drugs, anything sharp that will poke me?” she asked as she started to pat Martin down shaking his head that he didn’t. Starting from his shoulders, down his arms, his back, his chest, his left leg, Martin took a dry swallow as her hand ran down the length of his eleven inch cock. “I asked if you had a weapon on you!” she said spinning Martin around her body only inches away from his.

“Then what is this?!” she asked as she squeezed his cock.

“That’s me,” Martin said bashfully looking away.

“This thing can’t be you it’s too long and hard to be a cock,” she said her lush lips curled into a smile at his nod. “Then I’m going to need you to remove these pants to show me that it isn’t a weapon.” Martin sighed yet he wasn’t about to spend a night in a strange cities jail.

“See,” Martin said letting go of his pants looking down at his protruding phallus.

“Oh, my,” she gasped fanning her face as she came face to face with his monster. “Well, Mr. Strawter I did ask if you had anything on you that could poke me,” she said as her gun belt dropped onto her hood. “It seems I’m going to have to teach you on better ways to listen to an officer’s orders,” she purred as her hand gripped his cock lightly. “Come with me Mr. Strawter, we will discuss this in the back of my squad car,” she said leading Martin by his cock as his mother once had done.

Lula played with herself as she listened as the female officer fucked Martin’s brains out. Five times he had made her cum waiting for that cock she had been hungering for. Five times he had made her call out his name as that woman was stuffing her cunt with the cock that was meant to be inside her. However, she knew soon that giant cock would finally be where she had wanted it since the film shoot.

“Here, call me for anything,” the officer said handing Martin her card with her cell phone number on the back. “And I do mean anything,” she said taking him by the belt pulling him close. “Don’t make me come hunt you down to get another ride on this cock,” she said her hand running up and down his deflating rod.

“Okay,” Martin stammered, never in his life he had this fountain of luck with the opposite sex.

“Hope to see you soon Mr. Strawter,” she said sashaying over to her car before turning back to Martin. “Oh, and Martin, do call me Beth, because I want that name passing those lips when I have you beneath me again,” Beth said blowing him a kiss as she slid into the driver seat of her patrol car.

“There it is,” Lula said pointing to the towering building. “You can go again right? Because I would be extremely hurt if you can’t fuck me like how I want to be destroyed by this monster,” Lula pouted, wishing that the cop hadn’t stopped them.

“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem,” Martin said squirming in his seat as Lula directed him towards the condominium’s underground parking garage.

“Good, but first we need to get rid of that woman’s scent,” Lula said playfully batting his shoulder as she exited his car. “Leave it Martin, you can come back later for your things, right now I want some eleven inches deep inside me,” she said seductively. “Oh, here are your keys,” Lula said handing him his new house keys. “You’ll have the top floor mostly to yourself, there is one other person living on that floor but I doubt you’ll ever see each other, that is if you don’t want to see me,” she said hitting the button for the fortieth floor. “We can’t have your actives over heard now can we,” Lula giggled as she bumped her hip into his.

“Wait you live here?!” Martin asked looking over at her.

“Oh, yes I’ve lived here since Mr. Goldburg built this place,” Lula said leaning into him as heat infused her cheeks. “You don’t mind if I pop over every now and then?”

“No, I’m grateful someone I know will be living next to me,” Martin said looking away. “Plus, it be of great help if you could show me to a car dealership.

“Yes, a wealthy hung man needs a more fitting ride, namely a certain redhead,” Lula purred hungrily into his ear.

“Wow,” Martin said in awestruck as looked around the spacious penthouse.

“Well, you have your kitchen, living room and back there are the other two bedrooms, your dining room, a lap pool if you’re into that,” Lula said showing him around his new home. “However, this is what I really want to show you, the master bedroom,” she said pushing open the ornate double doors. While the room was bare of anything that would discern it’s former tenants, or if the place even had any before his arrival. The common areas of his new dwelling could have fit most of the floor plan of his childhood home in it, yet the master bedroom could have fit the rest and with room to spare. The irritable ring of kaçak iddaa his cell phone brought Martin out of his meandering thought. “Don’t be too long Martin or I might start without you,” Lula said looking over her shoulder as she headed towards his new bathroom. Leaving the door open to torment the teenager as he talked to whom she could only assume was his mother.

“Hey mom,” Martin said as his mother’s voice came over the line.

“Baby did you get to Boston all right?” Christen asked as she paced her living room missing her son and his monster cock. Once Martin had left, it didn’t take her husband long to book a flight to Vegas, where she knew he would blow through all that money, which she hoped to be gone from their house before he returned. Even before their trip to the Outer Banks, their marriage had been on shaky ground when Ben squandered Martin’s college fund. She still loved Ben, yet there was a more reliable and financially sound and with a larger cock of a man she could rely on, than that poor excuse for a gambler.

“Yeah, you’ll never believe who I ran in…” Martin’s voice was cut off as Lula leaned against the door frame in nothing but her underwear.

“Oh, who was it?” Christen asked hoping it wasn’t who she thought it was given his abrupt stop.

“Umm….Mom do you mind if I call you back?” Martin asked as Lula’s bra dangled from her fingertips.

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“Sure sweetheart,” Christen said as the line went dead.

“How’s Martin?” Michelle asked as she shut off the TV.

“In trouble I think,” Christen said tossing the headset onto the lounge chair.

“Mom, do you want to go check on Martin?” Michelle asked with a knowing smile. She wanted her own ride on that thick root of her brother’s.

“Excellent idea, why don’t we go and see your brother,” Christen said knowing this was a perfect excuse to be gone from the house should Ben come home while they were gone. Also, it would give her time to decide if she wanted a divorce or not.

********

“Get in Martin, I’ve waited long enough,” Lula said as she rested on the far side of the jacuzzi bathtub that was large enough to hold four people. Biting her nail as her arm rested on the lip of the tub as she watched as Martin stripped out of his clothes. Her eyes zoned in on his cock as it disappeared beneath the water. “Martin have you ever had sex in a tub before?” Lula asked as she crawled towards him.

“No,” Martin said watching the rise and fall of her breasts as the tiny waves lifted them.

“Martin, was that movie your first time?” Lula asked her hand roaming up his thigh keeping him unaware of the red blinking lights for as long as she could.

“Yes,” Martin said weakly.

“Oh, you poor boy,” Lula said rising out of the water, water droplets dangled precariously on the tips of her light pink nipples as she slid into Martin’s lap. “Then you’ve never sucked on a woman’s tits before have you?” she asked as she rested his growing member against her martini shaped pubic hair, as her left hand stroked his cock underneath the steaming water. Feeling it rocketing towards her navel, Lula knew if she rode that monster she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week, yet that’s exactly what she wanted to feel, him, days after when she was in California.

“Well, now is as good of a time as any to have your fill Martin,” Lula said her right breast brushed against his lips as she reached for the soap. “Yes, that’s it Martin, pay attention to those neglected nipples,” she cooed as his tongue playfully flicked her hard buds. “No, more playing Martin, suck on those tits,” Lula hissed softly as her muscles rippled in pleasure. “Mmm….yes, right there, god yes Martin, I love it when a man sucks on my tits,” she cooed as she held his head to her chest. Reaching beneath the water, cleaning off the residue the police officer had left behind. She wasn’t one to suck off another woman’s cream unless she was part of the act or it was her own.

“Then I can also assume you’ve never eaten a woman out before?” Lula asked after she was sure his cock was pristine. A wicked smile graced her lips as Martin once again shook his head. “Hmmm…so many new experiences for you to enjoy,” Lula said shyly as she rose out of the water. Martin took a dry swallow as Lula’s neat red public hair starred him down. He could smell her arousal as the water dripped off of her labia. “Would you like to see this tight pussy that you’re going to fuck so spectacularly?” Lula asked as she ran her middle finger through her sex coating her juices along Martin’s lower lip as he nodded. “Good I do enjoy a man that likes to reciprocate,” she said sitting down edge of the tub sneakily pressing the zoom in function on the hidden remote.

“Now get over here and taste this sweet pussy,” Lula commanded as she spread her legs open. Her fingers weaved through his hair as Martin’s breath flowed over her hot throbbing cunt. “Now start from the bottom of my lips and kaçak bahis work your way up until you find my clit,” Lula said sucking in a breath as Martin’s tongue ran from the bottom of her moist lips spreading her labia as he neared that hooded shy bud. “Yes, roll that tongue baby,” Lula said her thighs trembled as she held his head against her sex. Her eyes flew wide as Martin inserted two fingers into her hot cunt.

“Yes! Fuck me with those fingers!” Lula shouted tossing back her head as Martin found the pinky size rough patch denominating her g spot. “O…h…go….d…don’t….stop, ” she begged as Martin pressed hard on that mysterious spot as his fingertips moved up and down across it. “I’m going to…..cum!” Lula cried out as her thighs locked around Martin’s head as her body was infused with the blissful pleasure that flooded her veins.

“Now I think it’s time for me to return the favor,” Lula said her chest heaving as her orgasm subsided as she patted the spot next to here. “Mmm…god would you look at that cock,” she said in awe as Martin’s eleven and a quarter inch long cock stood proudly before her. “Now you just relax baby,” Lula cooed as she posed herself over his bulbous head. Martin groaned loudly as Lula took seven inches of his rod into her hot mouth, her left hand worked the rest of his cock as Lula played with herself, to prepare her body to take the beast in her mouth.

“Martin, I know it wasn’t a long blow job but I need you to fuck me right now. I hope you don’t mind?” Lula asked looking up at him as her tongue circled his head.

“Nope, I don’t mind,” Martin said smiling down at her.

“Good because I want to be fucked by you every chance I can,” Lula said reaching up pulling Martin down. Her lips brushed against his, saving every sensation to her memory, so she would have something to pleasure herself to while she was away. “Mmm…” Lula moaned as her eyes fluttered open. Spinning around resting her arms on the lip of the tub presenting her ass to Martin, “Now got over here and fuck me!” Lula commanded reaching back slapping her wet ass.

“Go slow Martin, this is my first monster cock,” Lula said looking over her shoulder.

Martin took a moment to admire the pear shaped ass that waited before him. Never in his life would he have thought he’d have so many women throwing themselves at him for a ride on his cock. Running his hands along her soft supple skin of her ass knowing he wanted her in every position he had ever heard of. Smirking as Lula wiggled her ass as she grew impatient.

“Oh fuck!” Lula hissed as her canal began to be spread open by Martin’s engorged head. “Fuck Martin, it’s so fucking big!” she moaned joyfully as he continued to inch into her. “Stop!” Lula stammered as she reached back touching his hip. “Let me do it,” she said breathing heavy she didn’t think he would stretch her out so much. She knew at that rate she wouldn’t be able to have that monster right where it belonged. Looking back as she began to ride his cock, smiling seductively, loving the look on his face as her canal gradually took him farther into her body. “Do you like how my pussy wraps around that fucking cock?!”

“Fuck yes,” Martin said in a drawn out moan.

“Good, then you’ll love this,” Lula said as she slammed her body backwards impaling herself on that monster. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she patted as Martin’s balls rubbed against her clit. She had expected there would be some difficulties in taking all of his cock, she didn’t expect the sharp pain in her abdomen. However, Martin didn’t give her time for it to subside as she felt the withdrawal of nine of his inches before he rammed them back into their new home. “Fuck! Yes, fuck me Martin! Fuck me like a dirty little whore! Fuck me like you did that woman earlier,” Lula moaned as she bit her hand to contain her screams.

“Like a dirty little whore huh,” Martin whispered into her ear.

“Yes, baby fuck me hard I need to cum on this cock. Make me yours Martin, destroy my pussy so that only you can ever satisfy me,” Lula said lustfully as she peered out of the corner of her eye. “Yes, spank my ass I love it!” she squealed as she felt the sting on her ass. Lula braced herself as Martin’s cock drilled into her with a precision that all her past lovers never could. “Cumming! Martin, I’m cumming on that fat cock!” Lula screamed out in ecstasy.

“Fuck me Martin!” Lula begged as Martin took hold of her hair. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried out as her ass jiggled with every thrust of his hips. “Fucking give me that cum Martin! Soil my cunt in that white hot sperm baby!” Three times she drew breath as Martin sent that cock deep into her in three deep body altering thrusts. Three times she felt her body sundering to that monster between his legs. Laughing madly as his spunk flooded her cunt knowing he was hers now and forever.

“Hey mom,” Martin said as he walked out of his bedroom leaving Lula to rest on his naked bed.

“Baby, I have a question well, make that two questions that I want answered,” Christen said sternly as she stood over her open suitcase.

“Okay, shoot,” Martin said offhandedly as he walked into his kitchen looking for something to drink. Sighing as he starred into the void of his empty refrigerator.

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PERSONAL NOTE: Damnit! My meeting with the CEO has been postponed till next week. Oh well, the excess baggage will be gone soon enough.

END NOTE.

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Carol hung up the phone, and heaved a large sigh in relief. Mrs. Julander had agreed to hold off the meeting with Harold for a week, but it had required some fast talking. She was just glad she had been able to break into Harold’s files and see what he’d been planning.

Reading over his notes, she began to see just what a monster the man truly was. She had known that he was using the substance on himself to seduce women, but had had no idea he was doing other human testing outside the company. Where had he gotten the resources to pull off any of this? Digging a little deeper it was easy to find. He had seduced enough rich women with the substance, that he had virtually unlimited funds at his disposal. The man was corrupt beyond measure, and Carol knew she had to stop him.

The big question, however, was ‘how’?

She needed to synthesize her antidote first. If she could get that to Mrs. Julander before her meeting with Harold, then Carol might just be able to keep her job. At first she had thought to present his notes to Mrs. Julander as evidence to what Harold was doing, but there was no way to prove that Carol hadn’t planted the notes after she had hacked his files.

Her phone rang, and she answered it before checking the caller ID, assuming it was Mrs. Julander calling her back.

“Mom?” Carol cursed inwardly, as the sound of her daughter’s voice filled the phone. She knew she had neglected her daughter worse than she had her son over the last while, but didn’t know how she was going to face her daughter. She knew that April and Adam had been sleeping together, had even caught them in the act, but had been so overcome with her own lusts, that she had been unable to stop them. Had, in fact, barely been able to stop herself from joining in on the debauchery. The fact that she had now slept with her son twice didn’t help matters. “Are you there?”

Carol snapped out of her thoughts. “Sorry, April, I’m a little busy now. What did you need?” She knew her voice was a little hard, but she needed to concentrate on her work.

The phone was silent for a moment, and Carol started to get frustrated. Why wouldn’t her daughter just talk, so that she could get back to work?

“I need my mother,” the words finally came, and Carol could tell that they were soaked in tears. She began to berate herself for another reason. Her daughter needed her, and she had been too caught up in her own concerns, to worry about April. Her motherly instincts kicked in, and Carol knew that, while she had a lot of work ahead of her, family still had to come first.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Carol promised, and then erased all her tracks on the computer. She then uploaded her files to her own personal server. Harold wouldn’t get his hands on more of her research; much less know that she had been spying on him.

Luckily traffic was minimal, and Carol soon found herself outside her daughter’s apartment. The door opened before she had the chance to knock, and she was accosted by the younger woman throwing her arms around Carol. She could feel hot tears through her shirt, as April cried against her chest. What had happened? Had Adam been ignoring her since he had slept with his mother?

She was both angered and pleased at that thought. Angered that her son would treat any woman this way, but pleased that she’d had that kind of effect on her son, then angered at herself for her selfish feelings.

Carol guided her daughter into her apartment, and soon found the couch. She sat them down, and let the younger woman cry for awhile, April’s arms never leaving her.

When the tears had finally stopped, Carol just continued to hold her daughter against her breast for awhile, relishing in this ‘normal’ family behavior.

“What was that about,” she finally asked, almost afraid her daughter had fallen asleep on her.

April’s arms tightened for a moment before she responded. “I just really needed my mother,” she said and looked up. Carol noted how bloodshot her eyes were, and could still see where her tears had left tracks going down her face, but she had to admit she had raised a very beautiful young woman. April smiled up at her, and Carol leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“If you are feeling better, then I really need to get back to work,” she said, trying to stand, but April’s arms only tightened, refusing to let go.

“Stay just a little longer?” Carol sighed at the pleading quality of her daughter’s tone, and resigned herself to staying longer. When April finally released her, and stood, Carol was in for another shock. April was pregnant. She had known that it was likely to happen, but the shock of seeing the small bump on her little girl’s belly still surprised her.

“How far along are you?” Carol asked amazed at how steady illegal bahis her voice sounded.

April blushed, and Carol again thought how cute she was. “A few months, I think. Minnie and I are due about the same time. My emotions have been so crazy lately.”

“Minnie?” Carol had forgotten about April’s roommate. She had assumed that the pretense of Adam dating the other woman had been just that, but now she realized just how naive that was. With Adam’s pheromones, there was no way another woman would be able to resist while he and his sister were around each other. Carol knew immediately that Minnie’s child was his too. She just marveled that April seemed to be okay with sharing her brother. “Is she carrying Adam’s child too?” She asked only to let her daughter know that she knew who the father of her child really was.

April’s eyes grew large at the question, and she tried to stammer a denial, before finally asking, “You know?”

Carol smiled, and nodded her head. “For some time now.”

“And you’re okay with it?” Carol could see the trepidation in her child’s eyes, and hear the quiver in her voice.

She pulled her daughter back into a hug, remembering the day she had caught them at home, making love in her son’s room, while she masturbated outside the door. She could feel herself getting wet at the thought, but tried to push it aside.

She didn’t trust herself to speak, and so contented herself to holding April. She started to rub her daughter’s back lightly, consolingly, wanting April to know that everything would be okay. April began to return the favor, and Carol enjoyed the feeling of the gentle touch. A feeling of loving and contentment washed over her, as she buried her face in April’s hair.

Carol’s hands roamed to further and further places, until she unexpectedly found them caressing April’s ass. April moaned into Carol’s neck, and even felt lips brush the sensitive skin at her collar bone. Carol let out a moan of her own at the touch, and felt fire take hold in its aftermath. “Wha– What are we doing?” She asked in a haze, trying to make sense of the situation. Carol tried to bring her hands around to April’s front in order to push her away, and found she was squeezing April’s ample bosom instead.

“I don’t know,” April replied breathlessly, “but don’t stop. That feels good.”

Carol then realized that her daughter wasn’t wearing a bra, and that she was thumbing her nipples through the thin cloth of her shirt. She looked down, not wanting to believe this was actually happening, and found herself staring into April’s big beautiful eyes. Without knowing why she did it, Carol leaned over, and pressed their lips together. April’s tongue immediately sought entrance into her mouth, and Carol was happy to let it in.

A small voice tried to warn Carol about pheromones, and she even tried to summon up enough anger to fight them off, but April’s hands found her slightly smaller breasts, and she gave in to the seduction.

Carol pulled April back down on the couch, their lips never parting. As she lay back, April followed, and was soon on top, as they kissed frantically.

April lifted her head, and stared into Carol’s eyes. “I can’t believe I am about to do this with my own mom!”

April’s words struck Carol, and she froze. What was she about to do? And with her daughter! A hand pressed firmly against her crotch, and the thoughts changed. I’m about to get off by my own daughter, and am doing nothing for her in return!

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PERSONAL NOTE: Perhaps the delay in the meeting with the CEO was a blessing in disguise. Either women are starting to become immune to the effects of the substance, or my current batch is faulty. Will try a different batch tomorrow.

END NOTE.

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Carol reached down, and began applying her own pressure to April’s groin, eliciting a low moan of pleasure. With her free hand, she reached up behind April’s head, and pulled her back down into a kiss. April’s hands moved to the hem of her mother’s shirt, and started tugging it up. Carol broke the kiss long enough to help, and then removed her bra.

“Damn!” April announced on seeing her mother’s chest. She had always wondered what her mother’s tits looked like. While April’s were bigger, Carol’s were soft, and had a wonderful curve to them as they sat on her chest. Unwilling to resist the temptation, she leaned forward, and sucked one of her nipples between her lips. Carol groaned in delight, and then put her hands back against her daughter’s covered pussy.

Carol’s tit hardened nicely in her mouth, as April worked it with her tongue, occasionally nibbling it to the sound of squeals from her horny mother. Why hadn’t they done this years before? April had always thought her mother was a beautiful woman, and often thought that it might be her attraction for her mother that had perhaps been at the root of her bi-sexuality.

April started to work on Carol’s casino siteleri pants, pulling them down as far as she could without releasing the nipple, then using her feet to push them the rest of the way off. She slipped her hand under her mother’s panties, and for the first time felt Carol’s soaked pussy. Knowing that it was her mother’s sex she had a hold of sent a shiver down her spine, and increased her own arousal tenfold.

April finally released the turgid nipple, and began kissing her way down Carol’s stomach. She tried to take it slow and teasing, but she wanted to taste this older woman something fierce. When she finally reached the sodden panties, she gave them one light kiss, before pulling them aside, and shoving her tongue in.

“Oh, April!” Carol exclaimed, and using her hands on the back of her daughter’s head, tried to pull her in more. April was more than content to let her, and began to suck hard. She was rewarded with a face full of her mother’s cum, as her legs locked around April’s head, muffling her squeals of bliss.

When the older woman had finally calmed down a little, April pulled back, and took off her shirt. Carol’s arms shot out to April’s sides, and pulled her breasts to her mother’s waiting mouth. Carol was obviously new to sucking on a woman’s nipples, but she knew enough to make April’s pussy gush a little more. While her mother feasted on her chest, April pulled her pants down and off. She then placed her hands on the sides of Carol’s beautiful face, and pulled her away. Her nipple suddenly felt naked, but she had other plans.

“I want you,” she told her mother simply, and Carol merely nodded in submission.

Taking her mother by the hand, April led her back to her own room, and rummaged around in one of her drawers. She had a few toys from before Minnie and her started screwing Adam, and knew just the one she wanted. When she finally found it, she pulled it out, and grinned wickedly at the older woman. It was a strap-on, with a smaller insert for her.

“I’ve never…” Carol said nervously, and April found it endearing.

April gave her a soft peck on the lips. “Don’t worry, mom. Just lay down, and I’ll take care of everything. Carol nodded, and did as she was told, while April strapped the tool on. She slipped the small phallus into her as she did so, and noted that it couldn’t even compare to her brother, but was at least something inside her. There was a small part that pressed against her clit, and it moved while she applied a bit of lube to the rubber dong.

April bent over her mother, and suckled her left nipple into her mouth, as she rubbed the head of the toy against her mother’s labia. Carol hunched her hips against it, demanding its entrance without using words.

April looked up at her mother and smiled. Carol’s eyes were scrunched tightly closed, and pleasure was written all over her face, in the way she sucked in her breath, and how she bit her bottom lip. April was doing this for her mother, and was receiving her own pleasure in that knowledge. “I love you, mom,” she said while releasing the tit and moving her hips forward.

The phallus slid in easily, and April enjoyed watching Carol’s eyes roll back in her head as she mewled in pleasure. April kept moving forward, until their hips met, then stopped.

Carol’s eyes flew open as she looked up at her daughter. April felt hands grab each of her butt cheeks, and try to pull her in further. April pulled back however, only to be forced back by Carol’s demanding hands. Their hips met with a slap, and both women moaned as their respective phalluses moved inside them.

April moved back again, only to once again be brought down into her mother. They started up a rhythm of this, both building up a sweat, until April heard something she didn’t expect.

“Gawd, why can’t this be as big as Adam’s cock?”

April understood immediately what she meant. Adam’s penis was bigger than this toy, which is why Minnie and her hadn’t been using it. Carol must have realized what she’d said, as her eyes grew large, and filled with fear.

“That’s not what I meant,” she tried to protest. “I– I–” April cut her off with a kiss, and began to thrust her hips as hard as she could into her mother. So she was fucking him too, huh? April wondered how many other women her brother was fucking.

April reached down, and filled each of her hands with her mother’s ass, as she kept up her onslaught. She was getting close, more from the friction on her own clit, than the pinky sized rubber inside her, and knew that Carol was too.

Carol came first, and not for the first time April wondered what it would be like to have a real cock and feel a woman cum on it. She followed soon after, as she bent over and kissed her beautiful mother.

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PERSONAL NOTE: Same results with new batch. I was actually downright rejected! I couldn’t believe it. As if any woman wouldn’t give her right foot to be with a man of my caliber. poker siteleri I must get to the bottom of this!

END NOTE.

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Miss Shelly had been frantic all day. She had failed to catch Adam at home yesterday to tell him the good news, and hadn’t yet seen him in the hallways either. She hoped that he was alright, and nothing bad had happened to him. If any of her students had noticed her behavior, they had been wise enough to keep it to themselves.

Her final class couldn’t come quick enough. She had found herself snapping at some students for no reason, only to completely lose track of what another was saying, because she was lost in thoughts and worries over her beloved Adam.

When sixth period had finally ended, Shelly had to seat herself at her desk, in order to wait for him. She wanted to wait out in the hallway, and run to him when she saw him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, and kiss him fervently. She knew that none of this could happen till after he graduated next week. She needed to keep her job.

She couldn’t stop a small sigh of relief from escaping her when he finally walked in. All her fears were suddenly calmed, as he looked at her and gave her that special smile that she knew was just for her.

A new worry popped into her head though. How would he take her news? He was young, and still had so much of his life ahead of him. Would he welcome their unborn child, or curse her for it? She had thought she had been careful, always taking her birth control pills, but somehow his sperm had still reached her egg.

The bell rang, and the class immediately went silent. Shelly had hoped that Adam would give her some excuse to keep him after class today, but he behaved exceptionally well. She wasn’t even able to create anything as an excuse to keep him after.

Class went by all too fast for her, and before she knew it, the final bell rang, dismissing her students, and her Adam, for the day.

Feeling rejected because he hadn’t even tried to give her an excuse to keep him after school, Shelly slumped behind her desk, and laid her head on the smooth surface.

Why did he treat her this way? Some small part of her knew that her emotions were slightly askew because of the pregnancy and the hormones, but she didn’t much care right now.

“Miss Shelly?” She looked up, unable to hide the hope that suddenly blossomed inside her. Some students were still filing out, and she fought hard to regain control of her facial features. “I was hoping you could help me with today’s lesson. I seem to have a hard time wrapping myself around the body of these paragraphs.” The way he said some of those words sent a bolt of electricity straight through to her aching crotch.

She sat there looking at him for a few seconds, admiring her young lover, before she remembered that she was supposed to speak. “Oh– Of course. Why don’t you show me your… um… Work?” He grinned at her, and it dazzled her heart to see it. He would understand. He was young yes, but he was intelligent, and would love her and their child.

Adam placed his book before her, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from his face. He started to make up something about what she had tried to teach them about today, but she didn’t hear a word of it.

When the last student finally left, he walked to the door and locked it.

He started to remove his shirt as he walked back, and even though she was sitting, she could already feel herself getting weak in the knees as he did so.

She had to remind herself that there was something she wanted to tell him. Now what was it…? Oh yeah! It was–

His shirt hit the floor.

He wasn’t overly well built, but he was perfect for her. He was strong enough to pick her up, and hold her in his arms.

He was back to her now, a curious look on his face. “Is something wrong? Are you not in the mood?” His questions stung her. How could he think she wasn’t in the mood? She was ravenous; she wanted to feel him in her. She wanted to hold him in her arms, as he filled her full of his seed. His seed!

“I’m pregnant,” the words left her mouth, and for a second she wasn’t sure if she had been the one to say them. Suddenly everything seemed to slow down, as she watched the realization of what she had just said, cross his masculine face.

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PERSONAL NOTE: Some personal testing shows that it is actually ME that has become immune to the substance. It no longer bonds with my body chemistry to make the women want me. Somehow my body now rejects it.

END NOTE.

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“I’m pregnant,” the words seemed to reverberate through his skull. He stood stock still, stunned by the words. Even though his sister and Minnie had delivered the same news to him not so long ago, hearing it again, and from a different source, struck him anew. He still wasn’t sure how he was going to take care of two other babies, and now he had to worry about a third.

For a split second he worried about his mother, but then dismissed it. She had told him she was taking something the morning after that would make sure she didn’t get knocked up. But hadn’t Shelly told him that she was on the pill too? Just like April and Minnie…

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Being in sales and traveling as much as I did, I had certainly had my share of one night stands around the country. But one night in San Francisco changed all that, and my life. Sitting at the hotel lobby bar was Melanie. Five feet eight and slender, long blond hair and even longer legs that went on forever. After the usual greetings and getting to know her, I was pleasantly surprised to learn she lived and worked about thirty minutes from me near NYC. Being the forever bachelor, I wasn’t thrilled to hear she had an eighteen year old daughter from a failed marriage to a high school sweetheart, but after spending the night together I fell hard. I was hooked.

In the weeks to follow, we spent as much time together as possible. I met her daughter Nicole, and was surprised to find that I actually liked her. She was somewhat a smaller version of her mom, about five feet three, and a very tight gymnast type body. In no time at all, Melanie and I combined houses and started a new life together.

Since Melanie and I both traveled for our jobs, we tried to coordinate travel plans to be sure that one of us was home with Nicole. I enjoyed Melanie’s trips because it gave Nicole and I time to become great friends. I decided against trying to be a father since I had no experience and really didn’t want to fill that role. Nicole talked freely about everything with me. A lot of our conversations centered on sex and she would ask me about everything from orgasms to men’s penis sizes. I often felt uncomfortable but at the same time, quite turned on.

One week when Melanie was out of town, Nicole and I were having one of our question and answer talks. Again, it was about sex. She really grilled me for answers on what turned men on. I did my best to answer. She then looked at her watch and said she had to get ready to meet her friends. After a quick shower she was down the steps and out the door. I went upstairs to watch TV in my bedroom when I looked into Nicole’s room to see how much of a mess she left. Clothes were scattered about but what caught my eye was a pair a bright pink bikini panties lying on the bed. I walked over and picked them up and realized Nicole had just taken these off before her shower. I couldn’t resist smelling them and noticed how wet they were from her discharge. I couldn’t stop myself from smelling them and found myself licking the crotch area and tasting her young pussy nectar. They smelled so good it was like heaven in cotton.

While enjoying Nicole’s panties, I was lost in the moment. I was totally startled when I realized she was standing in bedava bahis the doorway, returning to get her phone that she had forgotten in a rush to meet her friends. I was in shock, not knowing what to do or what she was about to do. Expecting her to scream, I was totally surprised to hear her say “you like them don’t you”. She then said to me “don’t make a mess” and left again. That night when she came home, she didn’t say a word. I just felt guilty knowing that earlier I had been caught enjoying her used panties and the fact that I jerked off in them after she left.

The following week was my turn to travel. I arrived at my hotel in Dallas and decided to quickly unpack before dinner. When I opened my suitcase, I found a legal size brown envelope with a smiley face drawn on the outside. There was also somewhat of a moisture stain. I opened the envelope to find a pair of bikini panties with a note saying have a good orgasm tonight. Nicole had given me a gift, one that I would truly enjoy later that night.

In the weeks that followed, Nicole and I continued to have our “conversations”. She talked about everything even informing me when she and her then boyfriend went all the way. I reminded her to play safe which she assured me she did. I felt strangely jealous knowing some kid was doing things I fantasied about. One bonus, the envelopes in my luggage on business trips were always there. The post it notes attached to her panties grew increasingly sexy. Some said “my pussy was just here” or “cum big tonight thinking about my ass”. One time she even wrote “I want your big cock”. I always enjoyed smelling her panties, jerking off in them, rinsing them out and then sneaking them into her laundry hamper when I returned.

A couple weeks later, I was on a trip to Boston. The weather was miserable and when I got to my hotel I was surprised that Nicole had not snuck my usual envelope into my luggage. I went to my meetings, had a business dinner and returned to my hotel around ten. I got ready for bed when my cell alerted me to a text message. I saw that it was Nicole and she said sorry I forgot, how is this? What I saw next shocked me. Nicole had taken a picture of herself in her full length mirror in her bedroom, completely naked! I could not stop looking. She looked incredible. I quickly got into bed and jerked off while looking at the image but not before I snapped a shot of myself with a raging hard on and texted it back to Nicole. She responded with a “YUMMY”. At this point, I started to think I must be nuts. I had a great life with Melanie. casino siteleri The sex was fabulous, but I must admit, sometimes I thought of Nicole during sex. Still, I was putting a lot at risk.

The next day was snowing and miserable. I was concerned that flights back to the NYC area would even take off. I was able to get home but the snow continued to pile up. I was happy to see that Melanie and Nicole were home safe and sound. We had dinner and soon after the power went out. We managed to get ready for bed using flashlights but the house soon started to get quite cold. Around ten, a knock came on our bedroom door. It was Nicole. I could see she was in her usual “pajamas” a tee shirt and panties. She said she was freezing and wanted to sleep with us. Melanie said get in but I didn’t expect Nicole to jump in the middle between her mother and me. Melanie just rolled over and went back to sleep. I couldn’t help being turned on. Just last night Nicole had texted me a naked photo of herself and I stupidly sent her one of my cock. How would this night play out.

Around midnight I found out. Nicole was laying on her left side. I was too facing her back. I was awoken when I felt her grinding her ass into my crotch. My cock was rock hard. I tried to push away but Nicole took my right hand, pulled it over her and placed it under her tee shirt onto her right breast. I started to feel her when she then reached down and pulled my cock out of my boxers and slid it into the back of her panties. My cock was so hard and she didn’t insert me but just kept rubbing me into the fold of her pussy lips. She was so wet and warm. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t control it and soon released a torrent of cum into her panties. Nicole moaned a little and then reached down and held me in place against her very wet pussy. I kissed the back of her neck and rolled over.

The next morning I woke up and the lights were on. Melanie was in the shower and Nicole had returned to her room. I got up and showered and was glad it was a Saturday with all the snow outside. I went down to breakfast and Nicole just looked at me and winked and mouthed the words Thank You. I just smiled. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming last night. Clearly, I wasn’t.

In the weeks after, Nicole didn’t provide me with my usual envelopes when I traveled. Instead, she would text me a photo with captions like “I want to so badly” or “Someday”.

Spring and summer came quickly and before I knew it, we were touring colleges and Nicole was getting ready to leave us. bahis siteleri I was upset that she selected a school in California, but knew what we were doing had to end. It was somewhat Ironic, that I had met her mother in California and now was about to lose Nicole to the west coast.

The week before Nicole was scheduled to leave for college, Melanie had a short business trip to Chicago. One night Nicole asked me to take her to dinner somewhere nice. We did and had a great time. After returning home, I started to watch TV in the living room. Within minutes, Nicole surprised me by walking into the room completely naked. She casually walked over to me, took me by the hand and started walking up the steps. Her legs and ass were so gorgeous, more so because of the tan she had showing off her tiny bikini lines.

Nicole walked me into her bedroom and climbed onto her queen sized bed. I instantly ripped off my clothes and joined her. I kissed her for the first time but strangely thought that was wrong. I slowly kissed down her body and then pushed her legs apart. I smelled what I had wanted for months. I inserted my tongue and she was nothing short of delicious. I worked on her pussy and she came two times. She then pushed me onto my back and placed her mouth on my cock. I tried as much as I could not to cum right away. She sucked me liked a pro and I oddly thought of her mother’s talents in that area and thought something about DNA. After she sucked me she got onto her hands and knees and backed her vagina onto my mouth while she sucked my cock. She ground her pussy down on me rubbing her clit back and forth to a third orgasm. At this point I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw her on her back and drove my hard cock into her. Since I had a vasectomy years ago I didn’t care. I wanted to fuck her forever. I lasted about five minutes before sending my hot cum into her. She just smiled and hugged me closer. I asked her how she felt and she responded with “amazing”. I quickly recovered and soon was back in between her legs again. I came in her three times that night each time fucking her harder and lasting longer. It was a night I will never forget.

The next day her mother returned and the following day Melanie flew with Nicole to California for the start of college. I had a trip planned and couldn’t get out of it. After dropping them off at the airport I returned home and walked into my home office. There on the desk was a large brown envelope. I opened it and inside were a pair of Nicole’s freshly worn panties. Attached a post it note saying “I’ll never learn in college what you taught me about life, Love Nicole”.

It was Christmas before Nicole came home again. She was quickly in and out of the house to see old friends. I got the best present of all that year when I went in my office and saw a brown envelope lying on my desk. I just smiled.

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My life was turned upside down after I had a racing accident on my motorcycle. It wasn’t the injuries that was the biggest effect on my life, it was the sudden interaction with my stepmom that threw me into a tailspin. I was flat on my back in the hospital where she worked as a nurse and I had been there for awhile, unable to ‘relieve’ myself. It had gotten to a point that all of those tight nurses outfits had even caused me to get an erection when my stepmom was tending me. I hadn’t had sex or even jacked off in a couple of weeks and I began noticing for the first time how hot she looked in her uniform.

My stepmom noticed my hardon every time she came in and I swear she would lean over the bed brushing those big titties across my dick on purpose. I realized my suspicion was the truth when she offered to relieve me since I was obviously overdue for release. She began giving me a handjob right there in the bed. It felt wonderful, but she realized that she hadn’t gotten a towel to catch my cum in and she began to go get one, only I begged her not to stop even for a second.

She looked at me and down at the purple monster in her hand and said ” I guess I’ll just have to catch it in my mouth.” With that said she went down on me fully engulfing my cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had never felt a blowjob that great in my life. She seemed to be enjoying it too as she took her time bringing me off. Her slow sensual sucking brought me to the edge of cumming and she somehow kept me right there forever. When I blew my load into her mouth finally, she kept sucking until I was completely done. Then she dropped the big bomb on me- she offered to do that on a regular basis if I gave up racing.

She kept her word even after I got released for homecare, sucking me at different times of the day and week. It was a powerful incentive to hang up my helmet for good, even though racing was my favorite thing in the world before the accident. My dad had come back home from overseas when he found out about the wreck, and he stayed until a few days after I had come home. I felt kind of weird knowing that the two of us finally had something in common though we were rarely around each other anymore. I guess that was why my stepmom did what she did, lack of a man around to satisfy her needs. But could I really fulfill ALL of her needs?

Even though the bj’s were out of this world I was still tossing around the idea of going back to racing. My girlfriend began to sneak in and play nurse when my stepmom was away. One time my girl came in so unbelievably turned on that she stripped and mounted me as soon as she slipped bonus veren siteler into my room. I was amazed at how hot the fuck was, and I didn’t find out until later that she had just come from the gym where an older girl had had her way while they were in the showers together. While riding my cock again another time she related the story of how the two of them began by washing each other’s backs, and then the other girl poured shampoo all over her own tits and pressed herself against my girls tits.

The two of them began to giggle and rub against each other, tits to tits at first, then the girl reached up with her hands “to get soap up underneath” my girls tits. My girlfriend returned the favor and the two of them began rubbing soap all over each other’s tits. The talk between them died away and they came together in a kiss while their hands explored the rest of each other’s bodies. Lastly the other girl turned her around and began rinsing her front, rubbing her down as she did. When my girlfriend turned to face the girl again the other girl slid down and placed a long kiss between her legs. She began to lick her deeply and before long my girl came. The orgasm was good but it freaked her out. She left the other girl to finish rinsing off alone, and came straight over to my house.

The second riding was as intense as the first, even though my girl had to control herself a bit in order to even be able to tell me the story. I finished her off from behind and shot my load deep up her hot pussy (which I normally didn’t do, “just in case”), she thanked me and left me to snooze some more. Yes, I was almost fully recovered now. So what should I do? I could race and keep fucking my possibly bi-leaning girlfriend or stick with the wondrous suction of stepmom. Looking at it side by side, I imagine you could guess what I would choose.

With my dad gone overseas again for another three month stretch it was just me and the ‘head nurse’ at the house, at least when she didn’t have her card playing girlfriends over. Hmmm girl-friends or girlfriends? I had wondered how she kept from cheating on dad, anyways I assumed she hadn’t been with another man, but what about another woman? I decided I might ask her about that later on, but first I had to tell her I planned to take the racing contract the sponsors had offered me if I got a doctor’s approval. I waited up until she came home, she was late, and drunk it seemed as she slithered in from the garage.

Before I could say anything she began removing clothing, “don’t worry Donna gave me a ride.” She stripped down completely bahis before me, stealing my speech. After doing a short catwalk turn she slipped onto my lap and kissed me fully on the lips. The kiss was for than I had expected from her, it was without an ounce of the previously motherly laced restrained kisses she had recently given me during our interludes. My hand found her breast and she pushed it down between her legs, which she spread wider. I felt my hand passing over her bush, and I meant to stop, to pull back, but my fingers curved on their own (I swear) to slip into her wet folds.

My hand massaging her pussy she freed my boner and began massaging my dick while continuing her rain of kisses. I could barely breath much less tell her I wanted to stop. She stood me up and removed my clothes sucking me down her throat in between garments until I was as naked as she was. I found myself on my back with her rising up to impale herself on my dick. What the fuck was I doing in this situation! This is way overboard! Then I was inside her.

She dropped slowly down onto my lap and sat there breathing heavily and rubbing her tits with her eyes closed. As I watched in awe/horror she began to rise up again and then lower herself down over and over. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I thought over and over again as the sensation was so hot I couldn’t help but pump back against her. It was a totally different fuck experience having an older, more full bodied woman riding my cock. I couldn’t believe how different it was between her and my young hot girlfriend. At that point I knew I had to take this woman from behind.

I had always been kind of afraid to really tag my girlfriend when we fucked doggystyle, but my stepmom had wide hips and a nice healthy ass that just begged to be taken. I breathed for her to get on all fours and after just a moment she bit her lip and slid off my length. It looked so good to see those hooters hanging and that ass up in the air. She positioned herself with her knees on the edge of the couch, using the back of the couch for support with her hands.

I took up position behind her and quickly worked my way into her pussy again. “Oooh, shit this feels good” I remember thinking out loud. My stepmom moaned her agreement and urged me on to fuck her harder, make her cum, fill her with my cum. Never had I had a woman talk to me in such a way. So much for the easy decision I thought as I pounded against her ass like I had always wanted to do to my girl. My stepmom was really getting off, begging me to cum inside her. She didn’t have to wait too long for me to deneme bonusu get there.

Like a fire hose, I went off inside her with four or five last slaps against her hips before I collapsed over on the couch beside her. She disappeared for a few moments and then come back sipping on some water. I took in the sight of her all wet from sex, I could smell the sex on myself and coming from her, and I began to get aroused again. She slid down onto the floor and sucked me gently into her mouth, I shuddered finding that she had an ice cube in her mouth too!

She kept up that treatment until the cube was no more, by that time I was more than ready to fuck again, “lay down on the couch” I said. She moved over me and slipped down onto her back, spreading her legs wide for me. I thought about tasting her, but didn’t relish the thought of tasting my cum, though it appeared she had cleaned herself out while she was gone earlier. I didn’t have to worry about it though, “fuck me” she said, “just fuck me nice and slow.” I climbed onto her and inside her and began to do just that.

We matched hip movement shortly after I began and before I knew it, she began to rock her hips faster and faster, moaning and whimpering until she cried out, “give it to me now, babe, I’ve needed this for so long” I raised her legs and leaned into her driving myself ultradeep into her pussy, taking over the control of the fuck completely. This was another first for me as far as positions go and I loved the extra feel I got from it. I began coming almost before it seemed I was ready this time, and went on through a series of short spurts until I popped one big one and then was spent. I collapsed this time onto the floor. Oh, shit. I thought to myself. Now, what?

I awoke the next morning to find a note on the table while my girlfriend floated around me, talking away. The note read, “Thanks for taking care of me last night. I needed it. Love, mom.”

With my girlfriend reading over my shoulder, I explained, “Donna got my mom drunk again last night. She came home wasted” As for myself, I had pulled a muscle sometime during the frantic fucking the night before. Maybe I hadn’t recovered as well as I thought. My girlfriend leaned into me kissing me, “what’s that smell? You smell funny.” She stepped back and looked at me. I waved it off, “I was working out and when I hurt myself I tried to rub some stuff on it. I got four different lotions, and medicines on me.”

With sudden inspiration my girlfriend’s face lit up, “Do you want to take a shower together? I can rinse you off real gooood?” I smiled back, “A shower sounds real good, be gentle with me.” She pranced past me down the hall, “I’ll get the water ready, don’t waste time.” With a sigh of relief I replied, “I won’t.” I’ve got to end this before it blows up in my face. If my girl finds out then everyone will find out. It’s got to end.

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are over 18.

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The coarse fibers of the rug scratch against my delicate knees. When I swallow, the leather collar inlaid with satin rubs seductively against my feminine throat. The collar is black leather with a silver ring on the front. It doesn’t choke me or leave any marks. Master likes to mark me in other ways.

I have been kneeling before the front door for about 15 minutes or so. My skin is sensitive with goosebumps of expectancy. The door knob clicks and twists and my breasts and lower stomach tingles. Master walks in wearing his navy blue suit with black shoes, his red neck tie loosened at the neck. He looks down and smiles, his handsome face taut with a sour frown from the day fading once he sees me. He likes it when I wait for him on my knees wearing nothing but the lingerie he bought me and the collar for our play.

Tonight I’m wearing sheer black panties and matching bra frilled with lace that gives my medium sized breasts a slight lift to make them more enticing with ample cleavage. I can feel Master’s eyes on my breasts, my nipples grow stiff, poking against the sensual fabric.

“Kitten…,” he rumbles in his dark velvet voice. It sends an erotic thrill down my spine.

“I’ve missed you, Master,” I slink over to him on my hands and knees, rising up and pressing my face against his thigh. The fine fabric is cool yet I can feel the heat of his skin steeling beneath my cheek. The masculine power pulses from his muscles. I am getting so damp.

“Did you now,” Master pets my head as I inch closer to his burning crotch. I can make out the outline of his dick. I can even smell the earthy musk of him. My insides quiver. “Or was it my dick you missed?”

I rub my face into his crotch, feeling it throb and swell, smiling at the small groan Master makes as I gently mouth the outline of his turgid organ though his slacks. Dry mouthed, I lick my lips and swallow. I am so excited.

“Both,” I look up at him with an impish gleam in my eyes. My fingers are practiced in this ritual of ours but still they tremble. I unbuckle and unzip his slacks as he leans against the door. I look up at him, asking for permission with my big eyes. His features go from tired relief to dark sensuality. Hunger blazing in his eyes. His fingers tenderly thread through my long hair, raking over my scalp. To anyone it would look like a man with his loyal pet. But even a stranger could sense the bond Master and I share. The animal magnetism, the dark sexuality were often felt but also the deep love.

“Go on, Kitten,” he murmurs huskily. I pull out his cock. It is a thing of masculine beauty. Long even when flaccid. Cut. Not too thick with a slight curve when hard. And when it was hard…

My mouth waters instantly at the sight banishing the dryness from before. I need it in my mouth but I go slow. My hands caress the member lightly, feathery touches savoring the satin, smooth feel of it. The virile warmth. I occasionally give it a slight squeeze when I wrap my small hands around it. It gets harder as Master’s breathing gets deeper. His breath catches when I plant a light yet loving kiss at the swelling crown. My strokes become firmer, bolder. The satin skin moving with my clenched fist, the stalk getting hotter and throbbing.

I release the stalk, watching it bob before me. Now I start using only my mouth. My tongue rolls along the sensitive underside of his shaft. My strokes light. My kisses fragile. I absorb his earthy scent. His very male taste, spice burning my lips and tongue but salty and addictive. I love how Master’s cock throbs against the flat of my expert tongue. I want it to fill my mouth so bad. But once more I control myself, taking my mouth away despite Master’s gentle grip in my hair to get me back. I replace my mouth with my hands, smiling up at him I see he is only slightly appeased.

My hands take turns stroking it. The tortured flesh twitches in my small palm. Taking my two hands I rub the staff between them, blowing gently across the tip and smiling as Master pushes his hips forward, trying to get it into my mouth. Master growls in warning. His fingers tighten their hold in my hair, burning my scalp but that only makes my pussy throb with a hot wet twinge. However, I decide not to tease my Master too long. I can tell he has had a hard day at the office.

Keeping one hand moving in a sensual rhythm up and down his cock I kiss the tip then allow the bulbous crown to fill my mouth, my tongue gently lapping the satiny tip. I moan at the same time Master does. Him from the sensations of the inviting warmth of my mouth and me from finally having him inside me.

My pussy is dripping, coating my thighs in a silky liquid, my knees getting red from the continuous scrapes from the coarse rug. My tongue swirls about the male member until I taste a wet, salty-sweet drop. Master’s pre-cum. His pre-cum always has a salted almond flavor canlı bahis that I love. He likes to eat sweet things to keep his cum pleasant for me.

I take him deeper into my mouth, keeping my tongue strokes silky and delicate. I take him until his crown hits the back of my throat. Gagging I pull back but only temporarily, tears prickling at my eyes. Master appreciates my efforts to deep throat him even though I don’t always succeed. The excess saliva and his new pre-cum makes his cock slicker. I slurp and suck, my fist twisting up and down, following my lips that seal tightly around his thickness.

Master’s body ripples with the building of his climax. His fingers bite into my scalp. My own clit, swollen with erotic thrills throbs as it strokes against my panties. Electricity passes between us as we come to the edge. My tongue flicks rapidly at the tender underside of his crown, my lips tightening their seal, my hand moving faster until Master’s body arches off the door, a groan vibrating through his bones.

I moan at the splashes of his cum as they hit my tongue, spurting in my mouth and I suckle greedily, in love with his salty sweet taste. I nurse on his deflating cock, getting as much of his cum as I can as his erratic breathing is brought under control. I rest my head on his thigh, looking up at him while keeping his cock between my lips. Just holding it, careful not to aggravate his overly sensitive tip. His fingers lessen their grip, now affectionate, running his rough yet elegant fingers through my hair that was mussed by his urgency to come.

“How was your day, Kitten?” he asks softly, a slow lazy smile chasing that earlier frown from the corners of his seductive mouth. His fingers gently passe over my ear to play with my collar.

I pull off his deflating cock with a loud obscene slurp and looking up at him I sigh, “Boring…” I lick the corner of my mouth to get a stray drip of his seed.

Master removes his tie and jacket as I stand up and tell him about my day. Since I design company websites I spend much of my time at home. Though since I have met Master I have been spending more time at his apartment. He has been trying to convince me to move in with him. He has increased his efforts since my lease will be up next week. I have yet to tell him that I already told my landlord that I was moving and most of my things are either in storage or in Master’s apartment. I will surprise him later this week. For now I remain coy and aloof which only prompts him to try and convince me harder.

He reaches for me from behind, pulling me firmly against him, my ass grinding into his softened dick as he nuzzles my neck. He breathes my perfume deeply as if he has been in a smog all day and finally has a catch of crisp country air.

“Italian for dinner?” he asks absently against my throbbing pulse. His mouth’s persuasive heat makes me shiver.

“I’ll call the restaurant to deliver while you change,” I tell him, almost jumping when his hand caresses my highly aroused breast. My nipples contract in their cups at the heat they feel through the very thin lace from Master’s clever fingers. “But only if you go now and not distract me.”

Master pouts but tastes my throat with one long lick. He releases me with a goodbye pat on my bottom while I pick up the phone to dial the restaurant.

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I put on one of Master’s old powder blue dress shirts just before I answer the ringing door bell. The delivery boy (who is probably 19) is flustered to see a woman wearing nothing but a man’s dress shirt then happens to notice my leather collar and his eyes turn from lust to curiosity. However, he doesn’t say anything. Master happens to walk in as I take the food from the delivery boy and adopts his fiercest scowl. He winds his arm around my hips pulling me flush against him in a possessive gesture. He is shirtless showing off his tautly knit muscles, lean with no hint of softness. An alpha marking his territory.

I count out the money and give the delivery boy a $100 tip. The delivery boy murmurs his thanks with a deep flush then quickly heads towards the elevator not daring to look back. Master promptly shuts the door and locks it as I place the food on the dining table. The savory, molten spice of the food gets my stomach clenching with a new more basic hunger.

“That poor delivery boy,” I tsk.

“He needs to keep his eyes off what’s mine,” Master growls. I feel his masculine presence behind me. He doesn’t touch me but I am surrounded by his virile, dark energy. It gets my pussy and breasts tingling. My stomach fluttering forgetting it’s basic hunger for the moment.

I turn to him with my coy smile and shrug casually, “I didn’t notice him. He was only looking in any case.” I remain the picture of tranquility when on the inside a storm of passion was brewing. In my lover I can sense the same storm.

“And imagining…,” Master places one hand kaçak iddaa on each side of him on the table, caging me in. “Imagining what you look like beneath that shirt.” His heat is electric, seeping into me like a touch.

“I like how I look in your shirts,” I say quietly. I love wearing something of his. Keeping it close to my skin. His rich, almost decadent scent clinging to me to mix with my own. I reach out to run my fingers over the sharp edge of his stubbled jawline. But Master stops me. His big hand wraps around my delicate wrist with care, always conscious of his strength. I look into his eyes to see a carnal flame intent upon claiming me. I quiver at the thought.

“I do too,” he rasps with a devilish smile and wicked glint in his eyes. “My Kitten.” He hooks a finger through the silver ring on my collar pulling me gently forward as he growls. Master places my hand on my pussy. I’m completely naked underneath the powder blue dress shirt. He helps to cup my aching sex. “This is mine. Only mine.”

“Yes,” I nod, swallowing hard, the satin inside the collar rubbing against the thin skin of my neck again. My breath catches.

“Say it out loud for me,” he rasps, his voice like smoked honey, his lips a breath away from mine. An electricity surges underneath my skin, gathering in my intimate tender areas.

“This pussy is yours,” I repeat as he guides my quivering fingers into petting my pussy lips. I had them shaved so they felt as plush as satin. His curled finger in my collar ring loosens and his hand curves over my neck in a soft yet possessive manner.

A jolt of fire hits me as Master and I brush against my clit. The bundle of nerves cries out for more pressure. Yet he keeps our touch light. He watches my face, a hungry gaze settling in his devilishly sexy face. He wants to watch every nuance of my face in my rising ecstasy. I see his muscles coil expectantly, ready to pounce yet he holds back. My nether lips become saturated with heat and moisture, my core pulsating. His breath brushes along my skin, creating goosebumps wherever it touched.

“Show me your fingers, Kitten,” Master sounds so guttural.

I show him my fingers like a good Kitten. My cheeks flush to see them dripping with my own slick honey. The throb in my core intensifies as he leans forward, taking my honeyed fingers into his hot mouth. I whimper. My knees turn watery, grateful for the table since I would have collapsed from the eroticism.

Master’s mouth is velvet heat, hungry, savoring. His tongue like silk slowly cleans my fingers as his full lips tighten in his suction.

“Mmmm,” he moans, the sound gathering at the tip of my clit. “I think I will have my dessert now.” He lifts me onto the table, “Remove your clothes.” I follow his command without hesitation, my heart pounding in sensual anticipation. He takes out a pair of leather cuffs from his sweat pants pocket. He had planned this. My lower stomach squeezes exquisitely in rising lust.

“Oh please no hand cuffs, Master,” I plead. “I want to touch you too.”

“Hands.”

I pout with a small, sexy whimper. He pulls on the collar, the corded leather and satin pressing like Master’s kisses to the delicate flesh of my throat. His lips play over mine, a flirtatious pressure that makes me want to press harder. Master’s tongue curves along my trembling lips and in a hoarse whisper says, “I want to devour you, Kitten. I can’t do that when you touch me. I get too distracted and want to take you whole.”

My thighs clench against the rising burn. Master continues: “I’ve been thinking about you all day… How I would worship you on this dining table. I want to lick every inch of your sweet skin then eat out this succulent pussy like I’m eating a juicy peach. Do as I say, Kitten, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll be seeing stars for days.”

His words make it hard for me to breathe. I melt in an instant and hold out my wrists to him. “Good girl,” he smiles wickedly but his voice is gentle.

He pulls my hands back, folding them behind my lower back. I feel the warm leather snug yet not constricting. The velcro softly ripping through the air as he adjusts it. With my hands behind my back my pert breasts are pushed out in offering to him. He pulls a chair behind him with his foot, he can’t take his eyes off me. I look down to see a slight bulge in his gray sweats.

Master gently pushes me back, my cuffed hands cushioning my lower back so that I am arched on the table. I moan like a victim being tortured on the rack. He looms over me, his hands caressing every part of me. This was him asserting dominance and I can not be more thrilled. The rough callous of his palms and fingers are abrasive against my tender flesh. My pussy quivers and starts to get wet again. He’s warming me my velvety nipples getting tight and erect in the cool air.

His hands come to my collar. His chest hair, dark and silky, tickles my sensitive nips. His coarse stubble rubs my skin kaçak bahis raw as he plants kisses along my jawline, his thumbs rubbing sensual circles into my cheeks. His mouth and its sultry heat is luscious and gets me to arch more, pressing my breasts more firmly into the forest of dark hair upon his manly chest. His lips come to my collar and he sounds rough yet I can hear the concern for me, “The collar isn’t too tight, Kitten?”

“No, Master,” I quiver.

Satisfied, he moves down, his silken chest hair brushing against me. His movements are slow and languid, absorbed in every inch of my skin. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples turgid and tingly. My young flesh taut and jittery. All sensation circulating, gathering in my core only to pulse back to every nerve ending inside me.

Master’s lips skim along the fragile skin of my throat. His mouth sucks at the pulse at the base of my exposed throat, plumping it to the surface. His lips are full yet never once have I thought them feminine. Curled into a smile it was devastating in its dark, animal sensuality. His lips were voluptuous in their seduction. Determined yet patient, carnal yet loving. Once I came with nothing but his mouth touching my body.

“So pretty,” he huskily murmurs as he rubs his stubbled cheek against my swollen breast. The rough stubble makes me purr. “My pretty, soft Kitten.”

His tongue flicks out at my pearled nipple, curling about the bud and painting it with wet heat. My body arches again. I whimper in need. I want that mouth to engulf my entire breast. Consume me in the hungry flames of Master’s mouth. The tiny puffs from his nostrils steam my skin as he finally consumes my nipple. His lips wrap firmly around my nubbin, his expert tongue flicking across it while he suckled greedily.

“Master!” I gasp convulsively. He bites lightly in response, rolling the rubbery nub between his perfect teeth. I jolt as he pulls softly on it. Master releases my nipple, now a dark red, only to move aside to give my other one the same luxurious treatment. I moan desperately but as always he is patient. He coaxes out my reactions with gentle determination. Building my anticipation.

“Master, my pussy is so wet,” I whimper. “Pl—” He places his finger over my lips. While he draws deeply on my nipple he pushes his thick finger past my trembling lips. I taste the salty skin of his fingertip and suck desperately at it as I have done his cock many times. I can actually feel his cock, warm and solid through the thin sweats brushing my thigh. It throbs softly for me. Master is just as eager for me but he has self control.

My pussy is on fire. My clit is pulsating. He releases my nipple and the moisture coated nub is chilled by the air. I catch sight of Master’s heated gaze and his lazy grin as he slithers his tongue between the valley of my breasts. I suck harder on his finger that has started to move in and out of my mouth in a languid rhythm. He kisses down my stomach, his mouth moving lazily across my navel while his free hand caresses my thigh. He pulls out the finger I am sucking and my mouth feels so empty. His taste fills my mouth, wicked and magical.

Master’s touch and mouth have me teetering on the edge. If he would only touch my pussy; a stroke, a kiss, a lick, and I will come. But he is wise to my body. He can play it as a skilled violinist can play his instrument; tuning it precisely so it can give the best music. He soothes me instead, sitting down, his head resting on my inner thigh while his hands stroke my quivering, flushed skin gently. I must be leaking on the table.

“I haven’t kissed you yet have I, Kitten?” he asked thoughtfully. I shake my head “no”, afraid that if I speak then it will be a breathy, weak moan. Master chortles against my thigh, biting the skin playfully. Then he dips his fingertip into my slippery softness making me jump. “That’s because I’m always torn on where to kiss you first…” Removing his finger he sits back up to loom over me. His finger traces over my lips, I smell the syrupy sweetness of my essence on his fingertip.

“Here?” He wonders aloud teasingly. He’s so close I think he is about to kiss me, instead he moves down to my throat indicating the places he wants to kiss me first. “Here?” at my throat just above my rapidly beating pulse. My wrists twist in their soft binds, making me writhe. “Or perhaps here?” He nuzzles his face into my soft mounds, his lips skating over my diamond hard nipples with light brushes of his warm breath.

My body is wound tight like a bowstring. Master continues to tease me, nuzzling into my navel. His sexy stubble making my skin tingle. “Maybe here?” he stops and I think he’s going to kiss me there. His breath is moist and hot on my lower belly until he defeats the temptation and moves to where I’m the most hot and desperate. “Or the sweetest place of all…” His fingers tentatively skim my swollen, drizzling lips. My hips buck at the intimate brush.

“Yes!” I cry desperately, my body quivering and hips bucking erratically. “Yes, there! I need you!”

Master’s clever mouth curls into a wicked wolf grin. “Here, Kitten?” he asks coyly, his tongue darting out quickly to give it a slight lick. That slight lick sends a jolt through my tormented body.

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Step Sister Seduction Ch. 01

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I had not been that delighted when my parents split up when I was 16 and it was decided that I should stay with my Dad. I was even less delighted when he got married two years later to a woman with a daughter the same age as me. We had in fact turned 18 within a week of each other. Anyway, I thought to myself, I will get through college, get a job and then a place of my own. So I would make the best of it until then.

Then as summer arrived Jill convinced my Dad that we should all have a week away together in her mate’s static caravan. I was not that keen but Dad said it would be great for us all to really get to know each other better, without the stresses of work and college. Ok I thought, it’s only a week, I can do that.

It was our first day there on the beach that things changed. Debbie is no stunning looker, but don’t get me wrong, she is pretty in a plain sort of way, and in her skimpy bikini she has a fantastic body. As she walked along the beach I got to thinking that perhaps Dad was right. It would be a good idea to get to know her better.

On the beach though she was quiet and just soaking up the rays, while reading a book. From conversations I had overheard between her and Jill, it was obvious she was very naïve. Sitting in my deckchair, wearing my ‘cool’ shades, I scanned her body, and made up my mind to get into her knickers. I had overheard Jill and Dad talking sometime ago about the fact that Debbie has never had a boyfriend, never drinks alcohol, and was happy to stay in, read and watch TV. I started to think there and then how I was going to change her, and my opportunity was going to come sooner than I’d thought.

We had all planned to go out in the afternoon but Debbie did not want to go. After a second morning on the beach, Debbie had overdone the sunbathing. She had some sunburn and felt a bit unwell. Jill said she would stay with her, but I played the Good Samaritan and told them to go and have a good time, and that I would stay with Debbie. They were overjoyed at my kindness, but little did they know I had plans to seduce the lovely Debbie.

She was lying face down on the bed in the end bedroom, still in her bikini, and reading a women’s magazine, when I popped my head around the door and asked if she would like a cold drink. She said she would have a cold squash. Perfect, I thought and I went to the kitchen to make it up. I diluted the squash with a little water and a good helping of strong vodka. That should just take away a few inhibitions, especially as she is not used to drinking alcohol.

“There you go,” I said cheerfully as I put it on the bedside cabinet. She did not look at me but just said thanks. I left for about half an hour before going back in to her, hoping the effect of the vodka had kicked in.

“Hey Debbie, how yer feeling?” She was still in the same position but the glass was empty. She looked around at me.

“I’m feeling a little woozy actually.”

“That will be the effect of the sun; you should get some more cream on that sunburn.”

“Do you think so, already?”

“Oh yes, I have a mate studying medicine and he warned me about the effects of sun damage.”

I grabbed the bottle of cream, “Here let me do it for you,” and before she had chance to say no, I was rubbing the cream into her near perfect skin. I started with her shoulders, then her back, sweeping my hands down to her bikini bottoms. Then I started at her ankles.

“Hey! My legs are ok,” she snapped.

“‘Cover as much skin as possible, not just illegal bahis the burnt area,’ my mate said,” I told her as I worked my way up towards her lovely ass. Again I rubbed up to her bikini bottoms, squeezing as I went.

“Ok that will do,” She snapped again.

“Your right, turn over, I will do the front.”

“No way.”

“Look, sunburn can be serious, what about skin cancer?”

“What about it?”

“My mate studying medicine said ‘cover as much of the skin as possible to put the moisture back.'”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, quite sure. Now turn over,” I almost ordered.

I was amazed; she not only turned over and continued to read her magazine, she also did not realize she could do the front herself, but I wasn’t complaining.

I started just below her bikini top, staring at her small but perfect breasts. I swept my hands down over her almost flat tummy to the top of her bikini bottoms. How I wanted to just slip my hand under the waistband! As if she could read my mind she placed her hand on them.

Then I worked my way up her legs, massaging my way towards the top of her legs. Getting bolder, I slightly touched her bikini clad pussy with the side of my hand, and then I did it again. Her hand shot down to protect herself and she looked over the magazine.

“You’re doing that on purpose you perv,” she scolded.

“What?” I asked, all innocent like.

“You know what, that will do now.” I ignored her and continued my massage of her thigh.

“That will do now,” she repeated.

“So you are medically trained are you?” I said sharply.

“No, of course not, but neither are you.”

“Yes, but as I said I find things out from my mate who is, and you see these freckles at the top of your legs,” I said, rubbing near her pussy again.

“What about the freckles? Stop that you perv!”

“They need to be treated well after sunburn, or they can cause real problems.”

“You are just saying that to perv at my legs.” It’s not your legs I want, I thought to myself.

“Ok have it your way, don’t say I did not warn you when you get really ill,” I said as I got up and walked out of the room. I thought I may have blown it, then after about five minutes she came out, and started looking in the cupboard.

“Oooh, I still feel a bit woozy,” she said “Is it true what you said about the freckles?”

“Yes but if you don’t want my help and advice, that’s fine.”

“Where’s the chocolate?”

“It’s in the fridge,” I said getting up to get it for her.

“So what needs to be done about these freckles?” She asked.

“Go and lie back down, I will bring the chocolate,” I told her as she reached for her glass. “I’ll bring you another squash.” Again I added a small amount of vodka, but not too much, I did not want to get her drunk.

She was lying on the bed, reading another magazine. “Here you are,” I said as I gave her the squash, from which she took a gulp and put the glass down.

I sat on the bed next to her thighs.

“Did you bring the chocolate?” She asked.

“Yes, but first if you want me to get some cream onto these freckles on the top of your legs for you, then you need to just lay there read your magazine and let me get on with it, right?”

“Ok but-“

“No buts, just do it, right?”

“OK,” she said meekly. I could not believe she was falling for this, but who was I to complain. I broke off a chunk of chocolate and gave it to her.

“Suck on that while I get casino siteleri started and if you’re good I’ll give you some more.” My dirty mind was racing, thinking about her pretty lips sucking on something else. All in good time I told myself.

I was not wasting any more time, and putting a drop of cream on my fingers, I went straight to the top of her left thigh. I pushed her shapely legs slightly apart to gain better access; she said nothing and continued reading her magazine. I massaged the top of her thigh, right next to her bikini bottom, and immediately started to rub against it. As I rubbed her thigh, more and more of my hand was rubbing the material guarding her pussy.

“Hey,” she said, are you sure this is OK?”

“Look Debbie, you are starting to really piss me off with your whining. Now just be a good girl and let me get on with it, OK?”

“Sorry it’s just…” she didn’t finish the sentence.

I then gave her another piece of chocolate, which she slipped into her sexy mouth, and I started the treatment of her right thigh. After a bit more of the pretence of rubbing cream into her thigh, I decided to up the ante. I started to massage both thighs together so that my hands met in the middle. Her bikini bottom was held on with a little tie on each of her hips, and they just about remained closed as I increased my rubbing.

I was now tracing her slit with my fingers, and even through the material, I could feel her sensitive bud. I could hear her breathing become shallower and noticed her chest starting to rise ad fall, as my fingers worked away. Then I was sure I felt a little flex of her hips, as my fingers again hit her clit. To see if I was right, I just rubbed the palm of my hand lightly over her pussy area, and sure enough, she tried to push against my hand. I did this several times to tease her, and every time she responded. Right, I thought, time to move to the next stage.

I am sure she was just holding the magazine up in front of her face now and not reading, but I couldn’t care less anyway. I snatched it from her hands and threw it onto the floor.

“Hey, I was reading that,” she moaned in a low husky voice, which was another clue to how far I had worked this beauty up. Her face was also very flushed.

“I don’t think you were, as you were finding it hard to concentrate,” I told her, as I still rubbed between her legs.

“I… I was,” she protested.

I was fairly sure she had a submissive nature, and she just looked down as I told her, “I told you to just be quiet, and be a good girl. Now I want to see your tits.”

“What….I…I,” she stammered.

“Sit up,” I commanded, pulling her by the arms into a sitting position, and before she knew what was happening. I had pulled the little bow of material undone and pushed her back into a lying position. I began rubbing her hard between her legs again, making her squirm in pleasure, before telling her to put her hands above her head. I gave another fierce rub on her bikini clad pussy, and then stopped, leaving my hand just resting there. Debbie, I sensed, was not that far from cumming. I was not going to let her until I had complete control.

“Put your hands above your head and leave them there,” I ordered, and to my utter delight she slowly complied.

“That’s better,” I said and pulled away the small piece of material covering her small, but perfectly formed tits. “They are nice,” I told her, “what size are they?”

When she did not answer I gave poker siteleri her pussy another good hard rub, to work her up again, and left her panting.

“When I ask a question, I expect an answer, what size are your pretty tits?”

“32 …..buh-bee,” she panted. They were almost flat as she lay on the bed, but she had the most amazing, big nipples, which were standing proud. As I placed my left hand on her left tit and began to gently squeeze, I asked her how many boys had felt her tits and I shot her a look that said ‘you’d better answer’.

“None,” she replied to my delight. I took a piece of the chocolate that was already pretty soft, and told her to lick it. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and licked the chocolate. I then proceeded to smear it over her nipples, making her squirm with pleasure.

“Open,” I ordered bringing the chocolate back to her mouth and popping it in. “Suck it slowly, while I do the same,” I said leaning over her right nipple. I licked around the swelling bud before drawing it into my mouth, beating it with my tongue. This started to drive the 18 year old virgin wild. As one nipple popped from my mouth I did the same to the other.

“Hmm,” I said looking up at her pretty face, “they taste nice.” To prove a point I sucked gently on each nipple again. “You are going to be a good girl from now on, when you are alone with me, aren’t you?” She shyly nodded in agreement. Rubbing between her legs again I told her, “that’s good, ’cause then I will make you feel good, now lets have a look at your pussy.” I had noticed that most of it was in view anyway, but I tugged at the right tie on her bikini bottoms. With no effort at all it gave way, as did the other side. I smiled briefly at her as I lifted the material from her bush, and dropped it between her legs.

I ran my hand down her belly and stroked it over her furry pussy. She responded by pushing against my hand.

“Has anyone ever played with your pussy, Debbie?”

“N …no.”

“Spread your legs nice and wide for me,” I ordered, and she did. I broke off another chunk of the chocolate and skillfully spread her pussy-lips with two of my fingers. Her whole body jumped as I rubbed the chocolate over the damp, sensitive bud between her legs. Then I went down on her like a hungry man. In seconds a huge orgasm engulfed her body. She jumped so hard, I hit my jaw against her hip. She closed her eyes as the orgasm subsided, and I took the opportunity to get a couple of shots of her on my phone. I gave her little time to recover as I inserted a finger into her pussy. It was bloody tight but thankfully well lubricated. She gave out a really sexy moan as I began to slowly finger fuck her.

“Was that your first orgasm, Debbie?”

“Y …yes,” she panted.

“Well hold tight, you’re about to have your second.” I sucked her nipple and rubbed her swollen clit as I slowly finger fucked her. It did not take long to bring her off again.

I looked down at her red, perspiring face, as she tried to get her breath back, while I continued to gently rub her sopping pussy. “Did that feel good Debbie?”

“Oh …yes.”

“I don’t know how long we’ve got before they get back,” I told her as she started to get worked up again. This girl has so much pent up sexual energy! “We have another five days down here; you’re going to help me arrange plenty of time for us to be alone together, right?”

“Yesss, yess ok yess.”

“For the next five days you are going to be mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes…what…ever…you…..say.” Just then we suddenly heard my dad’s car pull up outside.

“Shit, they’re back; remember what I’ve told you Debbie, now I’m out of here.”

I just managed to look relaxed as they entered the caravan, but I was already thinking of my next move.

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Kira’s New Adventures Ch. 05

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Kira was having a discussion with Dan, Rajeev and several friends in her office in the hotel headquarters. The decoration was lush and monacal at the same time : a large desk with several armchairs for the visitors, lights kira could modify by passing her finger on a computer screen, a wall covered with plants mainly from India and a small pond at its base gave an illusion of a bucolic resort and ensured a freshened atmosphere in the office. A futon bed was lodged in a makeshift cavern that seemed highly romantic.

In summer, Kyrhan often came to visit his wife when she was working and it wasn’t uncommon that his visit culminated in hot embraces in that cavern. Kyrhan and her were still in love after so many years of marriage. The bed had also received other guests for similar activities : Dan, Kira’s French husband, for sure but also occasional visitors such as recently Kira’s new friends Naina and Madhura. Naina was visiting family and Madhura was busy learning how to manage a big hotel like Kyrhan’s palace. She had settled quite easily into her new job, discussing with staff and occasionally customers.

In just a few days, you could have sworn Madhura had been born in India. The transformation had surprised even Kira : the first time Madhura had worn a saree, she had seemed uneasy and awkward with the fluid garment, always trying to rearrange her pallu and trying to hide her naked belly. When she was presented to the hotel staff, two days later, she wore it as if she had done it all her life and customers turned to follow her, stunned by her elegance. She had an uncanny knack to find the color that suited her perfectly. She had recently discovered that in the different states of India, there were variations on how to wear a saree. She had documented intensively and was now changing her look every week. Kira was more than interested and looked forward to discover Madhura’s next outfit. It could be an asset to attract attention at a reception or simply to please Kyrhan or Dan!

But the time wasn’t propitious for fancy dressing. With the economic crisis, there had been a five percent decrease of bookings and for the first time in years, they had a few rooms or suites with no occupants. Kira was the chairman (she didn’t care about such politically correct trivialities as using the words chairwoman or even worse chairperson) and she had to find a solution to bounce back.

– Do you remember when we organized a big party for Kyrhan? All the girls of his harem had come with most of their companions. We disguised them all in palace eunuchs’ uniforms. The husbands and boyfriends were to deliver their wives and girlfriends to Kyrhan’s bedroom and wait there as their girls were fucked mercilessly by my husband in front of them… Yes, Dan?

– That was very funny! I wore the uniform of chief of the eunuchs and it was very exciting and frustrating to watch and not touch the girls while Kyrhan used them in any possible ways. Do you intend to repeat the event, princess?

– No, but the news leaked out, probably one of the participants babbled too much and since then, I received several letters of people wanting to organize something like that for their wives!

– Quite common : they fantasize being cuckolded and watching the action! Do you intend to make me wear the chief Eunuch’s uniform again?

– Not this time, Dan! Kyrhan’s functions make him often unavailable now. I may have to accompany him to some formal reception and he can’t appear on photographs taken in such conditions. I was thinking of asking YOU to play the role of the Prince! It’ll last just two or three days : a week end. You could take just one day off to recover of the jet lag!

– That would be pleasant but I don’t have the stamina to fuck a dozen girls like Kyrhan!

– That was why we’ll limit the number of applicants to two or three. You’ll just have to call for Rajeev or my Dalits if you’re too tired. A white woman being offered by her wimp husband would be a dream come true for them. You could just fuck her once and announce she isn’t worth receiving your seed again : it would be extremely humiliating for her and that would please the husband and for him who is ultimately trying to defile her!

– Why not? It would be funny if the girls are pretty… but I think the husbands would relish being humiliated, otherwise they wouldn’t have been interested!

– I’ll select the girls personally with Madhura’s help. I’ll show you the photos of those I’ve chosen. The husbands offered to pay up to twenty thousand dollars for the service plus the hotel fees if they decide to stay for a few days afterward.

– What of your dalits? If the couple stay at the hotel, they may meet the girls.

– There would be a provision in the contract : the girls would stay available for their whole stay. They would be just like slave girls to abide to every whim of the master!

– You don’t fear any problem with the husbands?

– That is the strangest part : most of bahis siteleri the wannabee customers wish to assist to their wives or girlfriends’ fucking chained to the wall, one wants to be blindfolded and another jailed for the week while his wife is used and abused. I automatically rejected those wanting their girls or themselves to be tortured or put in danger. Some western people have very decadent and slavish fantasies, it seems!

– Don’t you think they are mostly fascinated by the harem scenes with themselves in the role of eunuchs and by the Indian atmosphere and Indian dresses their wives would wear? You should ask for the girls to arrive two days in advance for a crash course on how to wear a saree and Indian jewels?

– A good idea! The girl would receive an Indian first name and have sufficient time to get used to respond only to that name.

Two months later, Kira had organized the event in the part of the palace where she lived usually. The rooms with the swan of Bikapur (see good morning India series) had retrieved their initial destination : they were jails again. They had been restored and were housing two men for the first time in centuries. They were wearing nothing but a dirty loin cloth. Their ankles had been fitted with irons attached to a thick wood frame around their necks which blocked also their wrists. They couldn’t lie on their bunks, eat or attend to their needs until the frame has been replaced with a steel collar chained to the wall. Food had been frugal : a cold soup, vegetables cooked without salt or other spices, no meat as they were said to be prisoners of an Hindu prince.

They had been thanked by Marine (see Domination series) at the reception desk for foreigners. It was the minimum as they had paid for their wives’ tuitions a pretty sum. They were immediately led to the former eunuchs’ barracks where they had been stripped naked and fitted with that yoke. They had been told they would only be released when their girls had been fucked thoroughly by prince Danel and his friends. They were also warned that their girls were likely to have their cunts and asses widely stretched out but were not informed it would return to normal in less than a month just to add to their thrill.

Their wives, meanwhile, had been pampered since their arrival. They had received several silk sarees of different colors, cholis, petticoats and two kameez with black salwars if they were interested by a walk in the city. Their European style clothes had been retained by the staff before they entered the secluded zone of the prince’s harem, shortly after they had been separated from their husbands.

The girls were guided to their bedrooms with their names on papers pinned on the door. They had noticed that other bedrooms had names painted. Kira explained them it was reserved for the official harem girls who stayed often there when the prince required them. Simple trainees such as them weren’t afforded such luxuries!

As soon as the girls had settled in, Kira came for their first lesson : how to wear a saree, how to take it off elegantly, how to walk, eat or serve food to the prince and so on for two hours. Ten minutes pause afterward before the second lesson : how to salute with the namaste, dance with Indian clothes and present offerings in the prince’s shrine. In the afternoon, the schedule was identical with Kira overseeing the rehearsal and forcing the girls to rectify positions, while smiling. They would have to wait to be addressed first by the prince, answer to him politely and obey his every whim. The final hour was the Hindi language lesson.

They were taught the few basic words they would need to know : choot (cunt), linga (cock), ass, mouth, suck, open… Kira smiled when she heard them pronouncing aloud words they wouldn’t even utter in English. The two girls had been subtly placed in competition and they vied aggressively to learn faster, dance in a lewder manner or wiggle their bottoms in a more alluring way to be chosen in priority by the prince. With such conditioning, after just two days they were dying to be offered to the prince at last. They were dreaming of their presentation, of the size of his cock, on whether he would fuck them in his king size bed or on the floor, in a more primitive if not more enjoyable position.

The husbands were completely forgotten as the two girls were fighting for the privilege of being the first to mate with the prince. They waited patiently in their cell to be fed or allowed to relieve themselves. The same moral pressure was imposed to them, aiming to persuade them it was an honor of having your wife fucked by the prince, that it improved the karma of their wives and that they weren’t worth introducing their weak cocks in a place visited by a superior man like prince Danel, Dan’s modified surname to make it sound more Indian.

The second day started with Kira picking new names for both girls : they were Kamini and Sayli. The next hour was dedicated canlı bahis siteleri to train the two wives to respond to their Indian names and no more to their European names, Joan and Abigail. Kira applied a whip lash every time the girl stirred when these names were pronounced or their Indian versions not met with adequate response. The fear of the whip accomplished miracles…

Finally a roll of dice decided their order of presentation. The first one was Kamini, a fair hair beauty of Scandinavian origin. She could have been a cover girl but had ended married to a wealthy bald banker. Rajeev escorted the chained husband to Kyrhan’s bedroom. Dan would use it as his own. The prince was in Delhi and Madhura coped for his needs for a few days. Rajeev secured his elbows to the wall with a short chain and his wrists to long and heavy chains that forced him to stay on his knees without moving. He would have a perfect view of his wife on the bed or on the lush carpet at less than two feet out of his range. He would have a close up of his wife being penetrated by Dan’s big cock as he had paid a lot for it.

Dan was wearing a rich silk vest. With his wide shoulders, he was really handsome and Kamini seemed immediately under his spell. He smiled back to her. None of them even glanced toward the husband. He had no importance, just there to be utterly humiliated and despised. Kira’s scenario was that Dan would fuck the girl in front of her husband but try to refrain from cumming. Then he would make her turn around and penetrate her ass. He would then announce it would be more comfortable on the bed. He would call Rajeev back and tell him to blindfold the husband to prevent him from watching but not hearing what was done to his wife. The second day would see Kamini gang banged by six dalits with Dan and the husband watching.

The spice of the affair stipulated that everyone would be tested negative from AIDS or other venereal disease. The husband and the girl must not have had sexual relations of any kind since her last period. The delay would ensure she was extremely excited, in need of a good fuck. The girl should be in her peak fertility time and not protected in any way : no pill for two months, no diaphragm or spermicide gel and, of course, no condoms would be used. With Dan and six dalits, the wife could consider herself already pregnant! The contract stipulated the baby would be delivered, recognized and brought up by the husband as his own whatever his or her color skin. The penalty for non observation would be a publication of the contract in some of the most important tabloids in England. The ensuing scandal would surely destroy the husband’s career. He had accepted these humiliating conditions without difficulties!

Dan led the girl to the carpet just before her husband. He kissed her delicately on the lips before embracing her more feverishly. He pulled up her saree. This garment seems perfectly suited for stripping a girl bare with the minimum of efforts : like a Christmas gift, it unwraps when you just pull up the pallu. Then you let if fall down in a rustle of silk. You have afterwards to undo just two or three hooks for taking off the choli unless there’s a knot to the back or it’s elastic. For the petticoat, it’s even more simple : you’ve just a string to draw and it slides to the girl’s feet. If the girl is young or shy, prudish I would say, she may have knickers and a bra but if she knows she comes just to be fucked or she is sufficiently experienced, she often dispenses with such formality…

The husband was fixing his wife with demented eyes : he was mad at the idea she was about to be fucked by a stranger but he was also madly excited that he would have a direct view on their copulation. He would be cuckolded with his complete active assent! He had paid for it!

Dan ordered Kamini to strip him naked : she caressed the skin of his chest kissing the base of his neck, his shoulder blades, his collar bones, his arms, his chest and belly as she discovered them. Then she switched to what he was wearing under his belt. She was still having her mouth sliding on the freshly discovered skin expanses. When she found his cock, she stopped for a minute with goggled eyes and gasped : it was huge, about twice the size of her husband’s! The poor man had opened wide eyes too. He hadn’t expected Prince Danel’s cock would be that big! He had been warned that his wife would be stretched out but he hadn’t expected she could be completely ruined : his own cock was ridiculous in comparison. If he had discovered Kyrhan’s, he would have gotten a seizure!

Dan whispered to Kamini’s ear :

– Don’t fear anything girl! I’ll be extremely gentle and you’ll suffer no pain at all, I promise it to you!

His tone should have been very convincing as she helped him out of his last clothes. He then made her lie on the carpet. He signaled to Kira and Rajeev to leave. The scenario didn’t impose a public exposure for the güvenilir bahis guy for the first day. It would be quite different with the Dalits as Kira and Dan would be present on armchairs.

Dan exchanged a few soothing words with Kamini before penetrating her. He learned that all this was her husband’s fantasy. She had fought it for several years before yielding to his pleas. Dan bent on top of her and kissed her again on the mouth. This time, she returned the kiss, opening her mouth to let him explore her oral cavity before sending boldly her own tongue in exploration. She was now quite excited by the situation and felt quite at ease with it as it was only the result of her husband’s perverted desires.

Dan then turned lower his ministrations, sucking her nipples nibbling her navel with his lips, pushing his tongue inside as if it was a small cock. She was moaning desperately. When he turned his attention to her earlobes, caressing it with his tongue while his fingers were playing with her clit, caressing the inner side of her thighs and the back of her knees, she started to giggle and writhe desperately, begging him to stop but not trying to push him away. After a few minutes, she surrendered completely, telling Dan :

– Prince, I’m on fire! My belly, my breasts, my cunt are waiting for your magnificent cock. Fuck me, Prince! Take me as if I was a street trollop. I’m yours! Do with me as you want! My eggs are waiting for your seed! BREED ME, MASTER!

She was screaming her total surrender at less than two feet from her husband who would have liked to close his ears but his bonds prevented him to do so! Dan positioned himself between Kamini’s thighs, taking care the husband would have a perfect view on what he was doing to her. The girl was panting feverishly :

– Master! I beg you! Fuck that little slave-slut! I’m not worth your attention but I really need your cock and your noble seed deep inside my belly! I swear you I’ll cherish your babies! I’ll be the best mother for them!

The husband was so engrossed but what his wife was enduring that he didn’t see a door opening and a lithe figure walking toward him on tiptoe. It was Marine. Kyrhan had offered her a job in his hotel to protect her from attacks by some thugs after Kyrhan had arranged for a criminal be arrested and jailed for many years with the help of her. She would do anything for Kyrhan and Kiea! Kira had probably devised a nasty variation of her scenario.

Dan couldn’t delay his pleasure any longer. He spewed a big load into Kamini. Now, her real breeding was just about to happen probably in the next minutes. Kamini screamed her pleasure as she felt the pulsations in this cock sweetly pressed by her cunt walls and his seed erupting against her cervix. The husband had watched everything. His heart had skipped a few beats when he heard his wife bellowing her animal sensations.

Marine arrived behind the husband and bent until her mouth was just a couple inches from his right ear. She whispered to him in the child like voice that she could use whenever she wanted and that was sure to shake the man’s nerves :

– Hey, cuckold, as it is what you are from now on! The prince has discharged a very big load of his very potent seed into your wife’s unprotected cunt! Millions of his sperm are now swimming toward your wife’s waiting eggs. Fertilization could occur at any time, now! You won’t be the father of this baby or these ones! Do you think she’ll watch you with the same eyes now she has met a real man? Could a wimp, almost impotent, man like you fulfill the needs of such a young, pretty and sexy young woman, now the prince has revealed her strong sex drive?

The husband stayed mute. How could he respond to that little girl’s voice that was asking questions he tried to erase from his mind? Dan pulled out of Kamini’s cunt with a loud plop and a gurgle that made her blush. Dan grabbed a big dildo and plunged it to replace his cock and prevent his seed to seep out. The dildo was about Dan’s girth and a bit longer. He pushed it deep until it entered in contact with her cervix. She groaned.

– Good! The piston has reached its deepest point. All the sperm I’ve coated your cunt walls with has now been spurted into your womb. I’ll let the dildo inside you not to lose a single droplet while we try other games to enjoy you! A little rocking would help my sperm to coat your cheating wife’s womb.

– I’ve never cheated on my husband, Master!

– So, what are you doing here, with your cunt filled with my cum that maybe has already knocked you up?

Dan then made Kamini on her knees and elbows, her buttocks a few inches from her husband. He pulled out her ass cheeks to discover the rosette of her anus. He drew circles on the rim until she started to react to the torrid caress. She was moaning with a belly voice that showed her impatience to be taken that way. Dan presented his finger to her husband’s mouth.

– Hey, cuckold! I need you to lube my finger. I want to bugger your pretty wife but I don’t want to hurt her. You’ll provide the lubricant : coat my finger with a thick layer of saliva.

The husband could have bitten the finger but he didn’t even imagine doing such a thing. He dutifully covered Dan’s finger with a glistening coating.

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Thanks for all of the wonderful mostly positive feedback on “Size8 Panties: To Daddy.” So many readers requested a part 2 I just had to write it. I hope what you find here meets with your approval. Thanks again for the input, it means a lot. And yes, for the lady who so requested the color Yellow will not be forgotten.

After making out with her daughter and kissing her husband after coming in the door from the makeover party Pam went back to her bedroom. When she got there she stuffed a bag under her bed and changed into her nightie. The 39 year old woman was hornier than she had been in a long time and couldn’t help feeling herself up as she changed.

Tonight she wasn’t wearing just any nightie. Her short pink gown with the plunging neck line was screaming out that she needed hot sex. The garment was short enough that if she moved at all her teal bikini panties would show. She thought teal and pink didn’t go together very well but figured the fact that she had been leaking like a faucet into the crotch ever since she left that afternoon would make up for the lack of fashion sense.

Looking over at her daddy as her mom left the room Brenda noticed the large bulge in his pants as he watched Pam’s big ass walk away. The girl figured she had him alone for; at least, a couple of minutes and walked up to him and gave the tent in his pants a squeeze. Then caressing the erection she purred, “Daddy, Do something for me, please? When mom comes back take her to the couch and make out with her. I want to watch.”

Getting more than a little turned on Dale reached up and grabbed one of her large melons. Confused by the request he answered, “I can’t smooch in front of my own kid besides, and even if I could your mom would never go for it.”

“Daddy you fucked your own kid just a couple of hours ago so surely you can play with your wife in front of me. I just want to see you guys caress and kiss. Actually, I’d love to see full fledged foreplay and see if you guys play with her panties like we did. Even better I’d love to see you stick this monster in her pussy but that is too much to ask.”

“Brenda, your hand feels great down there. Alright, I’ll give it a try, but no promises.” Just then they heard the bedroom door open and they quickly parted as Brenda took a seat across from the couch. Dale and Brenda gasped and nearly passed out when they saw how hot Pam looked in the nightie.

“My God, Mom, what’s that you are wearing?” Brenda asked as her mom walked passed her swaying her ass sensually in Brenda’s face as she went.

“Pam, you look amazing,” Dale stammered out. He wanted to shout out something about how could she wear something like that in front of their daughter but in light of what Brenda wanted him to do he decided that it was pointless. He patted the couch cushion signaling Pam to sit next to him.

The trio exchanged small talk about the party Pam had been at and the other non-sexual parts of the day. Dale was surprised that Pam had sat down so that their thighs were touching. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth he gently placed his hand on her knee and began caressing her. Gradually his hand worked its way to her mid thigh and he put his other arm around her and leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.

As he slid his arm more fully around her shoulder so that his fingertips were just touching the top of the meaty part of her breast a concerned look came over Pam’s face. She was truly enjoying his attention, but this was not the place. She pressed her lips against his ear, causing her nightie to slide up showing Brenda her undies while stabbing him with one of her nipples, and whispered, “Panty man, let’s go to the bedroom for this.”

“Let’s stay here just a bit longer so I can drive you mad,” he whispered back. Then putting a hand on her chin he pulled her to look him in the eye and gave her a soft sensual kiss lightly pushing his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together merrily before Pam sat back in position. Pulling her closer Dale’s hand crept further up her thigh.

“If you two are talking about not wanting to make out in front of me don’t worry about it. I’ve watched plenty of my friends smooch and much more so it’s no big deal. Besides it is kind of cute and even a little sexy to see you guys like that,” Brenda spoke trying to use her most reassuring voice. Not wanting to scare his wife off Dale simply kept rubbing Pam’s upper leg and shoulder for a couple of minutes while she thought over the situation. Then turning he flicked his tongue out and nibbled on her ear.

Pam felt herself melting as she had always been an easy conquest for her husband. She reasoned there was no harm in a little kissing and light petting in front of their daughter. The gusset of her panties was already getting wet as she leaned into Dale and passionately kissed him while running her hand over his strong chest. Their tongues did a furious tango as their hands crazily explored türkçe bahis one another’s backsides.

Shivers went up Brenda’s spine as she watched her parent’s necking getting more and more serious. Her dad had gotten a hand on her Mom’s panties right in the middle of the ass cheek and was softly kneading it. As her dad nibbled on her mom’s neck her mother unbuttoned Dale’s shirt. To Brenda’s amazement it was clear that her mother had already forgotten she was there; she wasn’t sure about her dad.

Looking on Brenda’s honey was beginning to flow and she reached under her blouse and toyed with her breasts pushing her bra out of the way just as her father laid her mother flat on the couch. As Dale pulled the nightie off of Pam’s shoulders revealing her twin mounds she was unfastening his pants. Brenda was disappointed by what her dad said next, “Pam, remember our little girl is watching.”

The truth was, however, that Pam’s lust was in overdrive from the earlier sessions with her husband and daughter. Grinding her tits in Dale’s face she pushed his pants and briefs down showing Brenda his tiny ass. Roaring she answered him, “Let the little slut get her own cock because if she wants this one she will just have to wait.”

Neither Dale nor Brenda thought that Pam was going to let Dale fuck his daughter figuring it was just the lust talking. For the second time in just a few days Brenda watched as her mom yanked on her dad’s prick. She wasn’t being at all gentle as with every yank Dale grunted. Climbing off the sofa Dale stood beside Pam as she continued to give his cock a workout while he leaned down and pulled off the nightie and teal panties.

Upon seeing this Brenda threw her clothes aside and used both hands on her cunt caressing the lips before jabbing a couple of fingers in and out of it while her other hand concentrated on her turgid joy button. Dale exclaimed, “Oh shit, Pam, I am on fucking fire! God, your body is fucking amazing.”

“Then give me the fucking panties and get this thing inside of me my Panty man,” Pam eagerly responded. Brenda didn’t believe that they were about to fuck right in front of her. This was not the parents she had grown up with, or maybe they had kept most of it hidden from her. As Brenda looked on, frozen in place, Dale carefully laid the silky undies on Pam’s boobies. As he placed a hand on each side of Pam’s shoulders getting into position she dropped one leg to the floor spreading herself wide open for him.

Brenda walked over closer so she could get a better view of the action that was unfolding in front of her. Picking up her undies Pam did what she had done dozens of times before and rubbed the material all over her chest while her husband was finding the opening of her cunt with his big cock. Their daughter’s fingers were busily working on her own pussy transfixed by what she saw.

Just as Dale’s cock bottomed out in Pam’s twat the two woman’s eyes met. At first a look of shock came over the older woman’s face but then she remembered that Brenda had never left. Figuring it was too late to undo things now Pam simply smiled up at her daughter and wrapped her arms around Dale’s back pulling him tighter into her.

It wasn’t long before Dale and Pam found their rhythm and he was traveling briskly in and out of her slippery pussy. Moving a hand from his back Pam removed the panties from her nipples and started playing with them between their two faces. It was then that Brenda got a Wonderfully sinister idea.

Practically skipping over to where she had dropped her own panties Brenda scooped them up and headed straight for the couch. Without a doubt these were her sexiest pair of underwear and she had put them on to try and seduce her father again later, but now she had a better idea. They were silk lemon bikinis with lace accents around the edges. The cotton crotch was large and retained a lot of cunt drippings.

Feverishly Brenda rubbed her undies against her cunt hole collecting her juices. Watching her mother playing with her own panties Brenda picked a moment when Pam was in pure ecstasy to grab the teal pair and quickly replace it with her own soaked yellow pair. To her own surprise Brenda was soon licking and sniffing her mom’s panties.

Dale and Pam did not miss a beat as Pam continued toying with Brenda’s panties sharing them with her husband. Their hips were banging hard against each other with each thrust of Dale’s cock. Her parent’s mouths and noses furiously worked over Brenda’s panties. The girl knew it wouldn’t be long before she came with all of this stimulation so she leaned down and queried, “Do you guys like your baby girl’s dirty cunt honey filled panties? Are you both gonna cum smelling and tasting what came from my honey pot?”

Both parents were too far gone and upon hearing Brenda’s questions began fucking even harder losing all control. Pam dropped Brenda’s panties to her mouth and Dale leaned down iddaa siteleri and passionately kissed her hard right through the material. His balls were slapping against his wife’s crotch as she writhed in sexual bliss under him. Pam hollered out, “Come on, cum fucker, cum inside of me, oh yes fill me up, bastard.”

“Sweet bitch, I am fucking cumming; you wanted it you got, shit!” With that he let lose onto the walls of Pam’s cunt. It wasn’t a big load, but considering all of the action earlier he was surprised he shot that much. Exhausted Dale and Pam fell into each other’s arms. Brenda’s yellow undies were laying between Pam’s shoulder and head, so Brenda reached down to reclaim them.

“These are mine so I’ll take them. Guess what, none of us has to worry anymore about wearing clothing around each other.” The last statement seemed silly but it was true as she admired her mother’s cum soaked pussy and her father’s limp prick Brenda put back on her lemon panties. Then leaning down she gave her mother a quick kiss while squeezing her breast and then kissed her dad giving his withered dick a tug.

Not giving her parents a chance to say anything Brenda scampered out of the room and climbed under the covers. For their part, Pam and Dale just laid together not knowing what to say or do. Emotions were spinning out of control as they knew what had just happened was very wrong. But, neither of them could admit what a turn on it had been let alone that they had each had sex with their daughter or even worse that they would like to have a threesome with her.

Five minutes must have passed before either of them moved. Dale climbed off of Pam and sat upright on the sofa followed by Pam pulling her legs out from behind his back and swinging her body up beside him. Dale spoke first, “That was so fucking amazing Pam, but I am so fucking confused.”

“Fuck yes, on both counts; but, I think we both suspect something because Brenda wouldn’t just watch us like that unless something had changed around here.” Pam knew her daughter like the back of her hand and now realized she wouldn’t have made a pass at her unless something was also going on between her and her father. She was mad at herself for not thinking of this in the heat of lust when Brenda had her fingers up her skirt.

“Like what,” was all Dale could muster being careful not to be the one to reveal a secret of this proportion. He had to be sure before he said something he would regret as he wasn’t sure Pam would really make out with their daughter.

“Like I would be willing to bet that she has now slept with both of us.” Dale’s jaw dropped as he couldn’t believe in so few words she had both confessed of lesbianism with their daughter and accused him of fucking their baby. Both of their faces turned crimson and nothing needed to be said.

“So what do we do next,” Dale asked. He wasn’t sure that he wanted the answer as he really wanted to keep fucking both of them not really caring if Pam and Brenda continued sharing each other. This thought started to bring his erection back to life.

“I don’t know sweetheart; why don’t we sleep on it and see what happens tomorrow?” Pam’s mind was racing and judging by her husband’s erection she thought she knew what he wanted to do. Picking up their stray clothing they walked back to their room and slept snuggled in each other’s arms.

Dale awoke in the morning to his wife giving him a kiss goodbye as there was a door buster sale she needed to get to at the local department store. She wanted to talk things out but the sale was only good until noon and she had to get some new jeans even if it meant Dale and Brenda might get together again.

Just the little peck she had given him had awoken Dale’s cock and remembering yesterday’s events he laid there and thought about making a trip down the hall to Brenda’s room. At first he resisted as he began to stroke his prick. Somehow this seemed very unsatisfying to him. The more he rubbed himself the less he felt like he was going to cum as he knew where he could get a real pussy. Giving in after a couple of minutes he climbed out of his bed and took the short walk.

Gently he pushed Brenda’s door open and looked at her bed. There she was laying on top of the covers totally nude other than those silky lemon yellow panties. The naked man strolled over to the bedside and gently sat on the edge. Wasting no time he placed his big firm hands on her large ass cheeks and began caressing her silky butt. Sleepily turning her head toward him the girl said, “Good morning, are you going to fuck me this morning?”

“Do you want me to fuck you, little girl,” he asked exploring the silky crotch. Brenda reached down and wrapped her fingers around his member.

“Oh yes, daddy, I want your big cock in my little bitty pussy. Daddy, I want to be your little fuck slut.” As she said this she sat up beside him and then planted a masterful sensual kiss on his lips. deneme bonusu veren siteler Hotter than ever Dale grabbed her twin globes and sucked them in turn into his mouth while she teased his pecker and balls.

It didn’t take long before Brenda was sprawled out on the bed, legs wide apart, with her father’s head shoved up against her crotch sucking her cunt through the material but he was so worked up that this didn’t last long. Soon, he was on top of her pummeling her tight twat like a machine gun with his big cock.

Brenda pounded the bed with her fists as thrust after thrust lifted her off of the bed. Her father’s face was contorted as he strained with each downward motion. Both lovers were gasping for air as they came closer and closer to the mountain top. One last loud grunt and Dale released a flood of spunk into his little girl’s pussy just as wave after wave of orgasm was rushing over her. He kissed her on the forehead and thanked her.

Hurriedly Dale left the room feeling a bit guilty and also feeling very wonderful. He knew his wife would help figure things out when she got home. A half an hour later Dale was in the living room and had gotten dressed when Brenda came in all cleaned up but wearing nothing but those sexy yellow panties. He was opening his mouth to tell her to put some clothes on when instead the front door opened and in walked Pam.

Brenda had been looking out her window to see when her mom pulled up so she could time her appearance in the front room perfectly. Pam was only mildly surprised to see her daughter almost nude. Dropping her packages on a side table she glanced at her husband and noticed the enormous bulge in his pants as Brenda ran over to her and gave her a peck on the lips purring, “Hi mommy.”

“Brenda, what do you think you are doing traipsing around the house like that?” Pam asked this question trying to sound very stern but at the same time wanting to grab one of her daughter’s tits and suck it into her mouth. She also knew that given the slightest nod from her Dale would be all over both of them as oversexed as he was.

“Well, remember I told you last night that we didn’t have to worry about how we dressed around each other after I saw daddy’s big cock fuck your sweet tasting pussy. After all, mommy, I watched you and dad both sniff and kiss my nasty panties; this very pair that I have on.” With one hand Brenda pinched her nipples while she sensually ran her other hand over her undies. “Dear, that should have never happened. That was a one time thing; it was wrong,” Pam gulped as she spoke She knew full well that if Brenda didn’t go back to her room things were bound to happen.

“I don’t believe you, mom! I bet that if you sniffed my panties right now the three of us would be making love in seconds. Come on, mom, I dare you to sniff my nasty panties. If you don’t start making love with me in one minute I will go back to my room and get dressed.” Pam thought about it and decided to take her daughter’s challenge hoping to resist so that she could put off the inevitable until they could talk about it and decide how far they wanted to go.

“You promise that if I don’t try to make love to you in one minute you will get dressed and we will talk this over like adults.”

“Yes, mommy I promise. Daddy you count to sixty for us. Ok, sweet mommy bury your face in your little girl’s crotch.” Judging from what she had witnessed Brenda figured her mom would not make it quite the whole minute. Pam slid to the floor and once her face was against the bright yellow material Dale started counting.

He counted very slowly making it clear that he wanted a family orgy. He needn’t have worried as Brenda’s Panties reeked of her sweet cunt and by the time he reached the count of five Pam was already caressing her daughter’s butt and boobs. By fifteen she was pinching Brenda’s nipples between her thumb and fingers. At thirty she was sucking the juices from Brenda’s panties and when he reached forty she threw off her blouse and bra while moaning deeply.

Dale stopped counting and scurried from his chair, stripped and joined his wife and daughter. Planting kisses all over Brenda’s silky ass Dale was in pure heaven hoping his wife would not come to her senses. Pam began kissing up her daughter’s belly and noticed that Dale had joined them. In resignation she whispered, “Ok, baby I guess you win; but your daddy needs to get the package of rubbers so you don’t get pregnant before we get you on the pill.”

Dale was relieved that the only obstacle to both of these sexy ladies was he had to run and get a box of condoms. Not wasting any time he got to his feet and ran to the night stand in the bedroom and grabbed a supply. Meanwhile, both ladies were on their feet passionately kissing and caressing. He got back just in time to see Pam kick off her shoes as Brenda pushed his wife’s skirt down revealing an almost identical pair of yellow panties.

Squeezing each other tightly mother and daughter were grinding hard against one another. Dale wasn’t sure how to join in. Finally, they broke apart and Brenda motioned him over. Both ladies took a turn kissing him. Hands were busily pinching, pulling, rubbing, caressing and squeezing whatever body part they could reach.

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Julia checked her hair in the mirror for the third time. She had been parked outside the pizza place for the last 10 minutes, fluffing her hair and applying cherry red gloss to her full lips. He was working today, and in about five minutes, she would be face to face with him.

For the last 2 months, she’d acquired a taste for Italian food, and the guy that worked the counter. He didn’t wear a ring, he always had a smile for her and tonight she was definitely going to have him, she decided. She had called ahead and placed her order as usual. There was a smile in his voice when he answered the phone, she noticed, and she told him who it was.

It was time to go. Julia slipped out from behind the wheel and made her way into the shop. The pungent aroma of garlic and sauce permeated the air. He was behind the counter and did not look up immediately. She casually sauntered over to the counter and tapped a long sharp nail on the counter in front of him. When he looked up and saw her, he smiled.

“Been waiting for you.”

“All of your life or just today?” She shot at him.

A famous smile. “Since you hung up.”

She studied his face. He was beautiful. Deep brown eyes stared back at her, little lines at the corners.

“I would like a bottle of wine also.”

He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Having company this evening?”

It was now that Julia leaned in closer to him. Her breasts heaved through the lace of the shirt she had on, and he could see a perky nipple peeking out.

“Yeah, I’m having company tonight. You.” she stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m working till 6. Your food will be cold by then.”

She licked the glossy lips. “So you’ll have to heat it up”.

With this, he took a step back and gave her a once over. Her body was lean and well-tanned, having spent time in the Arizona heat. Her legs were long and shapely, her hair a wild mass of tangled brunette curls that hung well below her shoulders, and that nipple was just beckoning to him.

“I think I can do that. Here, take this.” He handed her a bottle of wine. “Get it ready.”

The phone rang. Their eyes locked for a just minute, and without missing a beat, he took the phone call. She grabbed the food and the wine. Tossing a stray curl over her shoulder, he watched her go out the door.

Julia’s heart was pounding a mile a minute by the time she got to the car. She got in and trademark techno music blared out at her. Peeling out, she maneuvered the car towards home.

At precisely 7:17 sharp, Julia’s bell rang. She had changed outfits from the tight jeans into a short mini skirt. Underneath, she sported white lace thong panties. The matching bra and a tank top completed the look. She had let her out of the ponytail and now it spilled down her back.

She opened the door and invited him in. He followed her to the living room. On the coffee table, he saw the candles lit and glowing and could smell lavender. She noticed he’d had time for a shower and a change of clothes. He noticed the long shapely legs as she walked before him. She was now asking him to sit and if he wanted any of the wine.

He sank into the deep black leather illegal bahis sofa. He could hear the tinkle of glasses and the clink of the bottle at their rims. When she returned with 2 full glasses, he stood up and crossed the room to take a glass from her. She raised her glass to him.

“To tonight”, she said bravely.

He nodded. “Salut”. They tapped glasses and each took a sip.

She sat on the couch and he sat across from her. Gently he took her glass from her and sat it on next to his on the table. The music was playing, her trademark techno. He noticed she was bouncing a little on the couch.

“Go dance for me, Julia.”

She laughed aloud. “What, here?”

“I’ll move the table and give you room. Dance for me.”

She laughed again, this time a little nervously. “You want me to dance for you?”

His brown eyes met hers and he nodded his head.

With that, he got up. Taking the glasses of wine, he moved them off to the smaller table at the end of the sofa. Then, to her amazement, true to his word, he slid the table away from the couch.

Walking over to the small stereo, he found the volume knob and turned it up a little bit more. Julia laughed nervously. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when she invited him over. She had been thinking about him making slow leisurely love to her, not putting on some kind of peep-show. He resumed his place on the sofa.

“So go dance for me, Julia”, he said again.

She stood up slowly, hesitantly. Then her favorite song came on. With a small smile, she reached for her glass of wine and downed it. Hell, a little liquid courage never hurts, she thought.

She stood before him and began to sway a little to the music. He leaned back into the plush couch and placed his hands behind his neck. His smile gave her a little more courage. The beat was fast and Julia began to keep up with the music. She found that she was starting to bounce a little more and the wine was giving her just the boost she needed. This was kind of fun, she thought.

By the end of the first song, she was noticeably flushed, but found that she wanted to keep going. She sashayed in front of him, her body inches from his. He could see the bra strap peeking out from the tank top. During the second song when she bent over in front of him, he could see the white thong panties. Dominick’s cock was beginning to get hard as he watched this beauty put on a show for his eyes only.

He saw nothing but Julia. Long hair, long limbs, perky breasts and that damn glossy red mouth. He wanted nothing more than to shove his now erect cock into that glossy little mouth. He noted she wasn’t even paying attention to him anymore. She was off in her own little world. She heard nothing but the music, her lithe body twirling for him, a faint sheen of sweat on her tanned skin. He wondered if in another life, she had been a dancer; her movements were smooth and fluid. She was amazing to watch.

He finally caught her eye. She offered him a shy smile, and then made her way over to him. Still swaying, she extended her hand. He took it and got up from the couch. He grabbed her immediately casino siteleri and started grinding into her, his hardness evident against her thigh. His hands roamed over her body as they danced together. His dark skin was such a contrast against the whiteness of the tank top. He pinched a nipple at one point and could feel the perky tip beneath the fabric. Her breath was coming quick as he stopped them and crushed his lips against hers.

The gloss was cherry flavored and he found that he could not get enough of her sweet mouth. He licked her lips, his tongue playing with hers. She wound her hands into his hair and he held her tightly, kissing her, his hands cupping her ass through the mini skirt. Then suddenly, she was being lifted. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the far wall of the room.

Her back now to the wall, he lifted her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His breath caught when he saw the lacy half-bra, her nipples erect and just begging to be kissed. He pulled down the skimpy piece of fabric and began feasting on her tips. She moaned slightly and pressed his mouth closer to her breast. His cock was raging but Dominick waited. He wanted her to come to him on her own accord. He would be patient, he would wait for her.

She had now unfastened the bra and it fell to the floor by the tank top. Her breasts against his chest, he kissed her almost savagely. Her breath was coming quicker and she noticed that she was wet underneath the thong. Suddenly, the room felt hot, so hot. He was raining kisses on her with urgency. She could feel his cock grinding against her pussy and it felt amazing. She ran her hands over his chest. He was solid. His arms were strong and his body fit against hers just right.

“Dominick”, she whispered. “Make love to me”.

He stopped for a moment. Her eyes found his and locked. His response was another crushing kiss and then she was being carried again. He laid her down on the couch and knelt in front of her. He saw her tangled hair, her swollen nipples, and her lip-gloss smeared mouth. With deft swiftness, he released her from the mini skirt. He could see the wetness staining the front of the thong. He ripped the panties from her body and she gasped aloud. Within seconds, he was burying his face into her snatch. She was sweet, he noted, and very aroused. His own cock was dying to be freed from its confines of the tight jeans he had on. The room was warm and smelled of her sex.

He licked and caressed her sticky folds with his tongue and it wasn’t too long before she came with a cry of his name and let her fluids spill into his mouth. Spent, she lay back against the black leather and tried to catch her breath. He smiled at her and tweaked a nipple with his fingers.

“You’re not done, Julia.”

In a flash, she understood exactly what he meant. She quickly sat up and motioned for him to lie on the couch. But first, she would undress him. Teasingly slow, she lifted the shirt from his body. He was sweating in the hot room and the musky scent of him excited her. She licked his nipples and bit them one at a time. Her fiery red nails scratched his poker siteleri chest and Dominick found that he liked it. He liked her. He wanted to fuck her with all his might, and still he let her have her fill of him.

She was now unzipping the tortuous now too-tight jeans and was freeing his cock. She noted he was not wearing any underwear. When he stepped out of the jeans, she smiled at him. She began licking his thighs and nipping at the inside of them. His cock was merely inches from her face and still she made no move to touch it. Finally, he grabbed her hair and made her face his cock. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was so hard and she did not know if she would be able to accommodate him. Now she began the task of sucking his cock.

She wet the tip with her mouth and began to take it in slowly. His hands were in her hair, urging her to take more and more with every stroke. She grabbed the backs of his legs and tried to swallow him whole, but found that she could not. Dominick delighted in this fact. He let her try and try again, enjoying the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat and seeing the inch and a half left over.

He was getting close now, his breaths coming quicker. She was working her lips around his cock and it felt exquisite. With another few strokes, he was emptying his seed into her waiting mouth.

He pulled her from her knees and kissed her, her mouth tasting faintly of his cum. He licked her lips and bit at them playfully.

“More”, he told her as she kissed him. “I want more of you”.

He pushed her back on the couch and spread her legs. His cock had barely softened, she noted. Then she felt him stretching her sopping wet pussy and she thought of nothing else. He was above her, his dark skin on hers, his mouth giving her endless kisses as he pushed himself into her. She cried out when he entered her fully and he eased her fears by staying still. She was tight and the warmth of her body around his cock made Dominick feel incredible.

She was squeezing her cunt around his cock trying to feel every inch of him. She had never been so filled before and the sensation was new and exciting. The squeezing was increasing his pleasure, she noticed, and he now growled at her playfully.

“Do you know how good that feels” he moaned into her ear.

Her only response was to close those walls around his cock again. He bit her shoulder and she wrapped her long legs around him.

“Do you know how good that feels”, she said back as he moved inside her.

Her nails were on his back again; her pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock. Dominick crushed her with his body and began pumping her hard. Julia found that she was now rising up off the couch to take all of him. He grabbed her hips and thrust himself deep inside her suddenly. Julia cried out as his body racked him with another powerful orgasm. It was now she came too, her cunt closing around his pulsing prick.

They lay there, a tangled mess of legs and arms. He was still inside her, not wanting to move. She kissed him again gently.

“I didn’t think it would be like this”, she confessed.

“What did you think it would be like?”

She shook her head and laughed softly.

“You surpassed even my wildest daydream, Dominick.”

“You are one incredible lover, Julia.” He silenced her with a kiss.

“Are you hungry?” she asked him when they parted.

He smiled. “Yes, but not for food…..”

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