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Jack Knows What Gigi Wants

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Gigi had been dreaming of sex with the colleague of her friend Noelle for months now. Noelle helped Gigi to get some new assignments for her company. For that reason she regularly visited her friend’s office. Opposite of Noelle’s desk was Jack. A handsome guy with wild dark brown hair, naughty eyes and a very accessible personality. Gigi soon got into a conversation with Jack. She talked for quite a while but remembers next to nothing. His naughty face made her wonder what he’d be like in the bedroom.

This Monday morning he sure is very alive and kicking. Ready for a busy day. His body seems strong and capable. He’s wearing proper office wear: dark blue pants and a white shirt. Jack gets warm and asks her if it’s just him.

“No,” she answers, “I guess it’s the weather, it’s a bit, well, humid, in here.”

“Let me open a window,” Jack replies as he walks tot he side of his office, also unbuttoning his shirt a bit.

Gigi sees a bit of chest hair. She feels the urge to caress it but contains herself. Her meeting with his boss starts soon. Bye Jack, see you soon.

He’s taken

Gigi can’t concentrate in the meeting. She notices she can’t stop thinking about Jack. She decides to Google him, check what there is to be known about him. He has a girlfriend. And kids. That makes things more complicated. Unless….. Jack has an open relationship. But that would be a tricky question to ask at the office with her friend Noelle around. Gigi feels like there’s a good click between her and Jack. She decides to invite him for a coffee outside of the office. Jack is interested. “Sure Gigi, that sounds like a very good idea. I know a lovely hotel where the lobby serves the best coffee plates; whipcream and chocolate included.”

Wow, Jack knows what Gigi likes. “Sure, where is that hotel?”

“It’s the Central Court, let’s meet there Friday, 15:00?”

“Yes, perfect.”

#Friyay

Gigi is a bit nervous. What if the vibe was not mutual and he was just being nice to her? What if he’s like this with everyone? Gigi can’t let go of the chance to make sure though. The coffee is in an hour. türkçe bahis She needs to gauge whether there’s a chance she can have sex with him, even just once. He makes her squirm by just the thought of him.

He walks into the lobby in full office wear, including a briefcase. “I’m sorry about the formal wear, I just came straight from work.”

“No problem Jack, I’m happy to see you. Shall we sit there, at the fire place?”

“Yes, good idea.”

The waitress takes the order: two complete coffees, with whipcream. The plates come with lovely chocolate on the side. Gigi dips her chocolate briefly into her coffee and it melts a bit. She puts it in her mouth and licks her lips after to make sure no chocolate has remained. Jack is looking at Gigi and asks if she’d like his chocolate as well. “No, it’s okay, you have yours.”

“No, please have it, I want to see you lick your lips again like that.”

Wow, that sure seems like a sign there might be more to be gotten out of this coffee. Gigi accepts Jack’s offer and takes the chocolate, dips it again and puts it in her mouth, licking her lips slowly and looking into Jack’s eyes.

“Hmm Gigi. You like that don’t you?”

“Yes, I love chocolate. How are you doing Jack? How’s your job?”

“Good. Thank you Gigi. And you, what have you been up to?”

‘Phantasizing about you’, Gigi thinks to herself but can’t say that. “The usual…”

“So, why did you prefer this coffee to be outside of the office?”

“We-we-well, Gigi stammered, I thought it would feel a bit more relaxed to chat here than at the office, talking about non-work related things during office hours.”

“You would like to talk non-work related things Gigi? I think I know what you want. I think I knew from the moment we met.”

“Really? But you have a girlfriend. And kids.”

“Yes, accurate. But my girlfriend is totally fine with me playing around, as long as I come home with enough desire for her as well. So, did I lift that barrier for you?”

“I think you might have.”

“Good. I already booked a room for us upstairs.”

“What, really? Already?”

“Yes, iddaa siteleri I knew how this would go, do you really think I take you to a hotel lobby just for chocolate? ??”

Jack makes Gigi melt from both of her lips know. Gigi gets into the elevator with Jack. She can just contain herself, only just, thinking she will reach the room soon. But when they walk to the room, Jack grabs Gigi’s ass and she feels his grasp vibrating through her spine. She turns around and kisses him intensely. “Oh Jack I just can’t wait, I can’t.” Jack lifts Gigi up under her ass and carries her to the room. Swipes his card, opens the door, walks in with Gigi still clinched to his body, closes the door with a kick of his foot and throws Gigi on the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, while he kisses her. Before she knows it, her clothes are off and she lies there in her lingerie with Jack hanging over her.

“You’re so beautiful Gigi. But I’m afraid I have to help you out of this set as well. But I will replace it by great pleasure.”

Gigi is not sure what Jack has in mind, but she’s eager to figure it out. He removes her bra while kissing her. He moves down with his lips, reaching for her nipples. He kisses and admires them. He moves down over her tummy and kisses his way down to her pubic area, then stops. “Are you sure you want this? It might make things awkward at the office.”

“Oh screw the office, hell yes I want this,” Gigi replies to Jack.

“Okay,” he winks, and moves further down, removing Gigi’s thong. Jack kisses her innerlegs, moving from her knees up to her lips. He kisses her extensively and gives naughty licks in between her lips to tease her. Then he opens Gigi’s outer lips and sucks on her clit. He licks her innerlips and bites her outerlips and alternates between them. He moves his way down and kisses around the edges of her vagina. Gigi squirms. It tickles so bad and it makes her vagina suck back almost, like ‘give me give me, give me more’. A kiss full on her vagina.

“You like this?”

“Yes.”

“You want more? Yes for fuck sake go on!!!”

He moves back down, kissing and putting deneme bonusu veren siteler his tongue in Gigi’s vagina. Gently.

“Deeper please Jack, please.” He penetrates Gigi and massages her vagina from the inside with his tongue. Then he moves out and puts his finger in, going straight for her G-spot. “Omfg yes, yes.” He makes the perfect movement with his finger, hitting her spongy spot. Gigi squirms and arches her back thinking ‘oh God’. He adds kisses on her clit and lips. Then he uses his tongue to make patterns on her lips and clit. He combines it with fingering her. He goes a bit faster. Gigi feels so much energy in her body.

“I’m going to come soon Jack, I might squirt, not always but it happens sometimes, I can’t control it.”

“Oh baby that’s fine, it’s only a compliment.”

“Oh Jack please go on yes yes, add another finger, yes yes yes aaaaaah.” Gigi shakes, her whole body shakes, it was so good. Omg. Jack climbs up the bed and lies next to her. They kiss and cuddle. “I need a little break, my clit is so tense of your amazing indulgence.” And then it’s time for round 2.

Round 2

“I can’t wait Gigi. I’m so excited.” Gigi moves down on Jack and grabs his dick. What a lovely shaped example of masculinity. Soft skin, hard state. Gigi softly moves her hand up and down over Jack’s cock. Tender touches and she starts to kiss his cock. Some cheeky licks around the top, moving her way down, and back up. Gigi knows this is one of her specialties: she has a very deep throat and can handle a cock deep in her throat without gagging. She treats Jack to a blowjob. Jack can’t believe how deep he can go in her throat. Gigi sucks on her cheeks for his cock to feel more hugged. Instant pleasure on Jack’s face. He grabs her hair and pulls it. Gigi starts to make faster movements. Adds just a minor bit of cheeky teeth to see how he responds. He is surprised but allows her the extra spice. “Easy baby, or I will come soon.” Gigi lets go of his cock and he puts it inside her wet pussy. Her legs in the air, his hands around her hips and he starts thrusting like his life depends on it. His hips against her butt so hard the neighbors might be disturbed. “I’m gonna come soon Gigi, where do you want it?”

“In me. Fill me up baby, fill me up.”

Faster, faster, and then yes, salvation. He takes his penis out and lies next to Gigi. “So, was this what you had imagined?”

“Better Jack, much better.”

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It’s early as I lift my head looking toward the clock, only two in the morning. I can feel the warmth of your body against mine as I stretch. I smile moving over my lips as I look at you in the glow of the city lights. This weekend couldn’t have been more perfect. I knew that the time would pass quickly and it has. My fingertips run along your chest, making small little circles as I just look, becoming absorbed in you, in the moment.

I move slightly, beginning to kiss a path down your chest here my fingers just were. After each pressing of my lips I look up to see if you’ve moved but as of yet you are still adrift in sleep. My smile then turns wicked as I move to your hips and slowly pull away the sheet. If you could see my eyes you would see the desire and hint mischief in them.

I look, not touching your cock, just watching. You know how I love to watch. Its as if even in sleep you know and I can see you length begin to grow. My mouth starts watering, needing yet another taste of you but I hold off for just a little longer. I run the tip of my index finger along the underside of your cock, then up and over the tip. My hand, so small and delicate, wraps around you. Its then I hear you moan and smile as I look up at you. Your eyes haven’t opened yet, I can only image you are dreaming, thinking that the pleasure you feel is imagined.

My hand moves slowly, feeling you grow and respond. My eyes are fixed, locked on the sight of it. I moved my body as your legs have opened, lying between them. My tongue darts out and wets my lips. Then ever so slowly my head moves to the tip of your cock, savoring each moment. I lightly flick the head with my tongue then let my lips settle around your still thickening cock. I can hear you louder now, your breath catching as I watch your eyes open to see me. My lips wrapped around your cock, blue eyes looking up at you as I begin bedava bahis moving over you, taking you deeper into my mouth.

“Yes…” you raggedly whisper.

I continue, not moving any faster, taking my delicious time and bathing your cock with my lips and my tongue. Sucking, drawing you in deeper, moving you closer to that glorious release you’ve begun to crave. My hand is there running along your thigh, cupping you, feeling you tightening, knowing how much closer you are. Your hands move into my hair, spreading it, enjoying the feel of it covering your body. I love the feel of your hands guiding me, moving my head onto your cock. Over and over, picking up speed, your hips moving off the bed know, coming into my mouth.

Then it hits, your fingers tighten in my hair, not hard enough to cause pain but enough that I can feel it. I swallow, taking all that you give me, milking you for more if that’s possible. Your body is tight and shuddering as it falls back down. With one last kiss I leave your semi hard cock and kiss my way back up your body.

“Amazing,” the words slip from your lips as you kiss me.

I think we could spend a few hours just kissing. Our kisses explore one another, tease and take. The little nibbles and bites making me shudder in your arms. It’s almost like being devoured by a simple kiss. If only the kiss were that simple though. “I don’t mind waking up like that,” you say with a smile as we look at each other.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t. I just couldn’t help myself,” I tell you biting my bottom lip.

I move to the side of you, your hands run along my side, over my hip. Just your touch alone sends chills over my body. You can easily feel the goose bumps rising on my skin. You look at me and I see the laughter in your eyes.

“You know I’m always complaining about the cold,” I say with a giggle.

“I casino siteleri think I can keep you warm,” you tell me.

“Think hu?” I say edging you on.

“Let’s just see shall we?” is all you tell me.

Your lips move to mine, pressing against them, opening them for your tongue. Your hands are still moving, caressing, touching. Those lips move, nipping at my bottom lip before moving down my neck. The heat of your breath already warms me as you begin. Little bites, nips along my collar bone follow. My hands clench into the sheets, already so aroused from just moments ago. Your eyes find mine and I can see the wickedness in them.

Your lips find my breasts, first the left then the right. Nipping and gently biting at them until I cry out for more. Your teasing is slow; my body is lifting, wanting more of its own accord. I can feel your fingers moving along my stomach, your tongue following. Your fingers pull at the navel ring in my tummy, my voice catches and I whisper a please. It’s all I can manage as you continue the torture.

“Open for me,” you tell me.

Without even needing you to finish my legs part, giving you ample room to go between them. You body moves, the roughness of your chest grazing my mound as you move and I arch into you, wanting to feel that again. You only smile and move farther down. Your finger moves, pressing lightly along my slit, opening my body up for you.

“So wet already lover,” you whisper.

My response is a nod, as I feel you move your long finger inside me. One first then a second adds to the pleasure. I’m whimpering, wanting more when I feel your tongue against my little nub. I gasp, so sensitive. You don’t let up though, you move against my clit, teasing it as my one hands moves to your hair. Your fingers move harder, faster, creating a perfect rhythm with your tongue. bahis siteleri My hips lift, arching, wanting more. My body strung so tight wanting to let go and then it hits, crashing over me in waves as I cry out. My voice fills the room as I feel you pushing me through my climax.

Then your body is covering mine, your lips on me and I taste myself, my sweet essence. Your cock is nudging, wanting inside as I move my hips to accept. I can feel you filling, taking over and stretching me for you. My nails gripping you as you move inside my already sensitized body. Each thrust so utterly perfect, hitting that sweet spot that has me panting, crying out for you.

“Come for me lover. Let me feel you on my cock,” you whisper in my ear, the heat of your breath making mine catch.

My body tightens, my hips pressing around you, wanting to hold you inside. The walls of my pussy holding, clamping around you as you hear your name from my lips. The sweet nectar of my body flows around your cock, the spasms becoming too much for you. You can’t help but let go and come apart.

Our voices mingle, our cries of joy filling the room as we fall together in the bed. The rapid rising and falling of our chests matched as we lay there, collecting ourselves, our thoughts. We new we had a connection, that our desire, out passion would be this way. I catch myself wondering if I could get enough of this, of touching you, watching you, having you watch me.

“That was … wow … amazing,” you say looking at me.

“Yes it was, yes you are,” I wink at you.

We both laugh and smile at each other. Our lips meeting, lightly kissing, touching. My fingers start making little circles on your chest as they had when this dance begun. I sigh before looking over at the clock. Only a few more hours until we’ve got to get up and make our ways to the airport.

“I think we both need a little more sleep,” I hear you whisper.

I nod and let my eyes drift closed listening to your breathing. My hand stops, just resting against you. A soft, small smile falls over my lips as I think how right you are when you say amazing. It’s my last thought before I drift off…

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It’s All The Ex’s Fault Ch. 18

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s all the Ex’s fault

It was intentionally written without names.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup

She finishes the last few chapters of the story……

It’s just starting to get light outside… he’s still cuddled up behind me with his arm around me. Even when he got up last night, he still came back and cuddled up behind me. ‘grin’

Mmmmm, but now I feel his hard cock in the crack of my ass. I LOVE the feel of him first thing in the morning against me. And I ALWAYS wake up before him. If we are real cautious one of us can turn around and swallow him… as far as we can anyway.

It’s still hard to believe how things have changed over a matter of months…..

There I was going through life happy as a lark. Getting together with the black girl and our blond every once in a while for some nice soft cuddling and sex. Seeing my ex almost weekly so she could see how I was doing and getting bent over the weight bench and getting thoroughly FUCKED with her strap on. I thought I had it made.

The first time I met him I almost fell down laughing. He’s a nice enough guy, and I do prefer guys to girls most of the time, but here he comes with my roommate. A HARD CORE LESBIAN!

I heard all about her teasing this guy flashing her flat chest to give the poor bastard a bad case of blue balls. But the groping in the new building and according to her the pussy eating skills of a life long lesbian… she had to try it. She hadn’t been with a guy since her early teens.

And even though he knew I had a girlfriend, and knew I needed to loose some weight, he still thought I was a ‘hot babe’ as he put it….blew my mind….

She would come home and tell me all the things he did to her, almost making her think seriously about guys again. And then came the letter. While they were on the road she got a letter from her girlfriend. I knew what it was because I accidentally opened it. She was so thrilled when she read it, and I think scared of what she had been doing with him the last few weeks. I know she said she tried to tell him, but I think she just chickened out and left it to me to deal with.

Man did I deal with it, didn’t quite realize what I was dealing with at the time, but it turned out pretty good! He got a bit wild that first night, but even in his anger, he didn’t try to hurt me or take it out on me. Yea he took out his aggression…and damn that man can FUCK! But even afterward he…he…he cared….

I will say one thing she did have right, he definitely knows his way around a pussy! But like most men he has a thing for tits and nipples. Mine aren’t anything special, average size, and my nipples just won’t go down! Now they aren’t full on ‘high beams’, but they will always tent a shirt if I’m not careful. But in spite of trying to hide them most of my life, I get the nicest tingle when he looks at them. Hell any part of me… got me wearing skirts again after almost ten years.

And god don’t let him get his fingers into you….he knows EXACTALLY where to touch you. It’s like his fingers have a magnetic attraction to my g-spot, and his pinkie does WONDERS in my ass.

And the things he gets me to do! Like my hair! My RED hair….. I mean my landing strip was bad enough, but the look in his eyes when I put that wig on… I mean it wasn’t bad, a lot better than I remember as a kid. But I realized later, it wasn’t the red, so much as it was ME.

I used to wear a LOT of makeup, do up my hair in different fashions and spray it in place, get just the right pants suit with just the right lingerie to look just like some model in a magazine. The ones the guys would drool over.

But he was looking at me like that…running around in my underwear after a shower! Wet hair and NO makeup….

I thought for sure he’d run off with someone after first bodybuilder competition, and my ex just kept telling me he was just a guy and would dump me. And then came Reno. I wasn’t sure I was even going to go, but since he thought I should I did. I was sure he just wanted to see more topless and naked women, I know I didn’t mind it!

Now up until this time we were getting along pretty well, in spite of what my ex was telling me. But at the intermission I heard it… my ex was egging him on, just like she does did to me. AND HE DISHED IT RIGHT BACK OUT TO HER!

And then he said it… I know you talk to each other and say things. And lots of guys will say things just to get some ass, but he was talking to the ex, not to me….and he said he loved me! He wasn’t saying it to convince me or anybody else…he just…said it….

It caused me to look at him in a whole new light. He was seducing me…because he wanted to be with me….not to control me….

I think that’s when I knew… I loved him too….

Between bonus veren siteler my ex and the judges I had had enough. He said he loved me, so he was going to get me… red hair and all. I just hadn’t planned on the banquet….

Now don’t get me wrong, it turned out wonderful, but getting ready over at the reps place was all topsy turvy. We were going through some of her gowns, she called them dresses, but they were GOWNS! And she was flirting and touching me, playing with my nipples while we tried a few on. She even ran a finger through my pussy and licked it off in front of me. If I wasn’t getting ready for him I would have jumped her in a heartbeat!

And then I was ready…. Except for my stomach flopping around like a fish out of water…what if he was just saying things and didn’t like the real redhead….

I thought the shit had hit the fan when I walked in, everything went silent and EVERYBODY was staring at me. I thought they were going to break out laughing. But he came to me, kissed me, and told me I was beautiful….and over the next few hours I came to see myself the way he did, like Cinderella at the ball and the clock never striking midnight.

It’s been almost a fairy tale ever since. He had me worried a bit when he brought up my relationship with the blond, but he wasn’t trying to get territorial with me. We’ve been sharing each other ever since. And he just hates it when one of us gives him a morning blow job and shares his cum over his chest….LOL

And speaking of the little wench, here she comes. I lift the comforter on my side, and she slid in snuggling against me, tit to tit. She cupped the tit he wasn’t as I brought the comforter down over us, grabbing her ass and giving it a nice squeeze to pull her in close.

We leaned closer for a nice kiss, her soft lips on mine, her tongue darting between mine to seek out the tip of mine. Kissing a woman is SO much different than kissing a man. The soft touches, the gentle flicks, the knowing all the right spots that some men just never figure out.

She pulled back, rolling my nipple with her thumb. “Did you really have both of them in you last night?”

All I could do was grin and nod my head.

“How the hell did you get it in?”

“Mmmm same way as the first one…”

“No way…”

“Oh yea… sliding his cock in me, holding that plug and fucking my ass with the tip while he did. Feeling it stretch me like I have NEVER been stretched before. And just when it felt like I was going to split it popped in and he sunk balls deep in me.” I slid my hand down to her pussy and started diddling her clit.

She sucked air when I touched her, but didn’t cum right away. “So what’s with the dildo?” I gave her the ‘what dildo’ look. “You left them both on the bathroom counter.”

“Oh shit…” she reached down and slid her finger against my clit, slowly running her finger from side to side… she KNOWS what that does to me. “Well since I was stuffed with the plug and his cock, I wanted it to last, so I asked him to get my dildo and fill me back up.”

Her finger stopped moving on my clit, “DAMN girl, how could you even stand with that much stuffed into you?”

I could feel his cock twitching against my ass. I leaned to her again for a nice kiss, and whispered in her ear, “he’s awake…” then leaned back against him.

“That’s not the best part. We got to talking about you..”

“What about me…”

“I told him how much you enjoyed working him up through your cervix..” her eyes flashed open at that.

“You didn’t…”

“Hey, we’re together now… no secrets, remember…” she sighed and nodded. “So he said we might pick up a long dildo that squirts so I could feel that too…” I began moving my fingers down toward her pussy and back up, catching her clit between them as I did.

“Oh god, you’re going to make me cum thinking about that…”

“I’ve got one even better. I’m going to start wearing those plugs regularly so I can open my ass up.”

“Damn girl, I can’t tell you how many times I creamed my pussy yesterday with the little one, and you’re going to wear the bigger ones…”

“Yup, until I can take the big green one.. I want him in my ass…” I felt him twitch against my ass again, and the grip on my tit just got a little tighter.

“After the last time you had a cock in your ass?”

“I didn’t have a choice then, but now I want him stuffing my ass…” I could feel his cock starting to dribble against my cheeks. I looked at the blond and winked and glanced over my shoulder. ‘He’s ready to pop’ I mouthed. She grinned and nodded.

“In fact I want to be double stuffed and filled. I want you to wear that long squirting dildo in a harness so I can climb on and fuck you good while he fucks and fills my ass. I want to be a slut sandwich..”

I felt him twitch hard behind me “OH FUCK!” he shouted.

I lifted and scooted down quick, and just caught the first of his cum in my mouth, a little dribbling out the bahis corner. I was greedy and swallowed the first few shots, but it was a good thing I did. Evidentially he was a bit turned on listening to us and just kept on unloading into me.

I held it in my mouth grinning and pointed his still oozing cock to the blond. She scooted down and took a few ornery licks, then joined me over his crotch to share our reward.

Now I enjoy kissing a woman just as much as a man, but sharing a cum kiss with her just brings out the cat in heat in me. I pulled her close, feeling her nipples in my tits, the heat of her pussy against my belly, but her tongue dancing with mine, rolling his cum around and around, back and forth between our tongues….

All I had to do was reach around, cup her ass, and put a finger against her rosebud and she was off to the races…. Feeling her trembling against me with the tip of my finger in her ass, groaning into my mouth, hard nipples in the underside of my tits….

It was more than I could take thinking about getting my pussy and ass stuffed… we collapsed next to him in orgasm, clinging and screaming into each other perpetuating the others orgasm…..

Still laying there trying to catch our breath, not plastered to each other, but still holding one another. Him behind me, head up on one hand, firm cock against my butt cheek. “Morning gorgeous.” And gave me a nice kiss, then half crawled over me to the blond, “Morning beautiful.” And gave her a nice kiss as well.

And that’s when it became real, we were together…the three of us.

Since his tummy announced he was hungry, making us all laugh, we headed for the kitchen. He was going to get his cereal, but when the blond announced she was making bacon and eggs, he put the box away, cupped her ass and kissed her neck… almost in the good spot! “You two are too good to me..”

We looked at each other and grinned, “DAMN STRAIGHT!”

While she did breakfast, I made a quick round and put dirty clothes in the washer. As she was putting the eggs out, she turned to him and pointed the spatula at him. “That reminds me Mister, why did you put my things on your dresser the other day?”

He did one of those embarrassed smiles. “I just put them where they belonged, in OUR dresser…”

My eyes were starting to tear, and she got wide eyed and her areola crinkled up. She just stood there a second, then grinned, shook the spatula at him, then leaned over for a quick kiss before turning back to get the bacon. “Good answer…handsome…”

We stayed naked the rest of the day chatting about yesterday.

“And the outfit the black girl was wearing… that was HOT!” the blond said.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I nodded back to him, “No secrets…”

He proceeded to tell the blond what we had witnessed the night before, and then told both of us what he had whispered to her at the mall.

“YOU DIDN’T!” and slapped his shoulder.

“I most certainly did, and she followed us around like a puppy dog, and left the skirt flap down when I asked… so there….”

I had to shake my head, but maybe she was a closet sex slave. He was proven correct a few weeks later when she stopped by and showed us her pierced pussy lips. A couple weeks later it was her hood, belly button, and nose. The nose piercing was a clear plastic stud between the nostrils so she could put a ring in later. Around Valentines Day she had the plastic stud hole stretched out for a small tube so she could put a ring in anytime she wanted to.

After breakfast and dishes I made a quick run to the bathroom, and there they were, my yellow plug and blue dildo just like she said they were. I felt the tingle in my nipples thinking about what I had said earlier, and decided to just do it.

I grabbed the blue plug from the night stand and the tube of lube and walked back out, swinging my hips like I was trying to shake them off. “Hey handsome, would you give me a hand… or something…with this?” I leaned partially over the back of the other couch, hanging my tits out and watching his cock rise! ‘grin’

He was right up off the couch grinning and cock bobbing.

“Hang on a second there…” the blond said and ran to the spare bedroom. She came out with her little red plug and handed it to him grinning.

We watched him over our shoulders, lubing first my plug, then hers. As he stepped up behind me, I put my arm over the blonds back and began kissing her as he slid his cock into me, and I jumped when the plug touched my ass then moaned into her as he pushed it and his cock in deep. It felt SOOOOO nice and full. And it was SOOOO bad when he pulled his cock from me….

It was almost as good when he did it to her. Yesterday I just turned my head and watched him do it, but today I could feel her body react to him entering her, feeling her gasp in my mouth when he leaned in and seated the plug in her ass just a second after bottoming out against her cervix.

We stayed there for a second, deneme bonusu kissing while he had his cock buried in her pussy. I broke the kiss and slid back down the couch to kneel beside him. I pushed him away from her and took his dripping cocking my mouth.

“Mmmmmm….” Her taste on his cock… feeling all the little ridges and folds running across my lips as I take him in, feeling his balls in my hand as I watch his belly getting closer as I do. Loving his hard cock between my lips, but wishing I had gotten to him before he got completely hard so I could feel the tip of his cock in my throat.

I pulled back a bit…AND SHE STOLE HIS COCK! She grabbed it and sucked it down HARD. I could see her trying to get it in her throat as well. Watching her throat swell a bit below her jaw as she tried was getting me horny. Did I look that depraved when I was sucking him down I thought with a grin.

I let her have a few more strokes, then took his cock back, making her pout! I did my best to take him in, opening my mouth as wide as I could hoping to get a little bit more in. Wondering if my throat was stretching a bit like hers did as I grabbed his hips and pulled myself against him. I felt it a bit, and then my gag reflex kicked in big time. I came back off almost biting him I was coughing so hard.

She just grinned and took him back in, slowly across her lips with a smile. “Don’t make him cum just yet. He’s got to give us both a filling yet today…” I told her while grinning up at him.

She came of his cock with a loud ‘POP’ “Sounds good to me!”

“And I want to see him sink his cock balls deep in you to flood you out…”

“Well hell, we can do that right now!”

Seems there was another video from Reno I hadn’t seen! While I was getting all fancied up over at the reps place, she was getting her pussy stuffed!

He hooked up the laptop and started the video…DAMN!

There he was, buried balls deep in her, a bit of cum leaking from her around his cock. I could see her belly moving as he tried to pull out the first two times, and then he slipped free.

“There, that’s when he softened enough for me to let him go, feeling his cock and a rush of cum from deep inside me…”

We were both playing with our nipples, and I was squirming on the plug on my ass watching the video. His creamy, gooey cock sliding slowly from her inflamed pussy, her lips gaping open as their mixed cum began dribbling out of her.

Watching her taste their mixed juices and I had my fingers in my own pussy. but when he had her stand up, cock her hips, and open her legs to let it run down her thigh I lost it as he zoomed in on her gaping pussy as she came again for him…. My finger were dancing in and out of my pussy… and I heard the movie start over again! I opened my eyes to the sight of his cock coming out of her again…

I couldn’t take any more, I turned around and sank to the floor, spreading her legs and diving into her pussy. That sweet salty velvet pussy, her scent overwhelming me, I spread her lips as wide as I could and ran my tongue deep, getting every bit of juice I could while listening to the sound of his cock coming out of her flooded pussy…. and then I screamed….

I came and I screamed and I screamed and I came… he was fucking me hard and deep while had my face in her pussy, hitting the plug in my ass with every stroke. Getting my pussy and ass fucked while she was cumming in my face, flooding my mouth with her juices until they were dribbling down my chin.

All I could do was hang on to her thighs, another slut sandwich between his cock and her pussy. Him pounding me hard enough to slam my face between her legs…. AND I LOVED IT! I was in heaven… and then I felt it… it wasn’t just my juices running out of my pussy. I was feeling shot after shot of his warm sweet cum shooing into me, pumping around his cock and dribbling from my lips. Feeling the pressure in my pussy from being over filled…..

….I was lying on my side, pussy juice drying on my face and lips…our cum drying on my thighs and pussy all the way down to my knees. I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the floor against the couch in front of me with her head in his lap lazily cleaning his semi-hard cock.

I reached over and stroked her hair as she did. She looked back at me smiling, then did what I can’t. She opened her mouth and swallowed him down. I watched her throat expand as she took him in until his balls were against her chin.

She didn’t hold him there long, and was coughing when she came back off, but she could do it while he was reasonable soft, my gag reflex was to strong to do anything more than get his head in even when he was soft.. I stuck my tongue out at her….

I did manage to drag myself over to them, and we enjoyed his soft cock a while more, stopping to kiss each other every once in a while. He just sat there with his hands on the back of our heads with a grin on his face… men…. they’re not so bad after all….

She did make his grin go away for a second before it came back even worse.. “That’s two down and one to go… he still has to fill my pussy tonight…” and took him down one last time all the way, making him groan and then gasp as she came up off completely. “Shower time…” SHE HAS TOO MUCH FUCKING ENERGY!!!!

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Sis and I at College Ch. 04

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(for reader clarification: This is the fifth in this series of stories. Little Sister Surprises and Sis and I at College Part 1, 2 and 3: We continue to develop our sexual relationship preceded this installment which is what this series focuses solely on. Much more went into our relationship than sex but for the sake of brevity and to save from recounting what most would find mundane that has been left out. This all occurred in the mid 70’s when the pill was first widely available and there were no STDs with the implications of today’s. Amy reviews sections and we try to keep it as accurate as our memories allow. Actual names have been changed. You will need to read the prior section to understand the state of mind and undress we were in when this starts)

We were close to the house after Amy had introduced me to her newly shaved pussy but since it was still relatively early in the evening I told Amy reluctantly to put her pants back. When we pulled up in the driveway we could see Michelle and Bill were sitting out on their porch drinking beer and smoking. Ever since Michelle had flirted with me in front of Bill I had been thinking about ways to at least get to see her shaved pussy or even better yet get to experience it. Amy was one jump ahead of me it turned out.

“Let’s go talk to Michelle and Bill before we go in,” she said as she exited my car and headed their way.

I followed her not knowing exactly what was going to transpire but as I was to learn over the years Amy had a radar for sex. The smiles on their faces as we approached melted away any hesitation on my part.

“Care to join us for a beer?” Bill asked even as I could see his whole focus was on Amy whose clothes even when fully on showed the wonderful curves of her body. “We only have the two chairs out here but we can go inside and be more comfortable,” he continued.

We followed them inside their house. I had never been past the front porch before and I was both impressed with how nice everything was but there was a very visible Harley-Davidson theme to things.

“I didn’t know you were into Harleys,” I mentioned to Bill as Michelle went to retrieve some beer for Amy and I.

“I used to ride but sold the bike to put the money in my construction firm. We still go to the parties with our friends who ride because Michelle and I really enjoy them but I sure miss the bike,” he lamented. “You two might like the parties a lot,” he continued with a smile. “Michele is always a hit at them and I bet Amy would be the same.”

Never one to be shy and already being turned on by our play on the ride Amy gave her best innocent little girl impression, “What do you mean I would be a hit?”

Michele emerged with our beers just as Bill began to explain to Amy and she immediately took over the conversation, “Since I kind of feel like Amy and I already know each other pretty well let me tell her,” she said with a smile. “We have a small group of couples we always meet with after the parties and they are all very sexual. We have a kind of swapping thing we do between the couples.” Michele continued as she watched Amy for any sign of a negative reaction and when it was clear Amy was listening wiuth interest, “Amy is so pretty and I can vouch for how hot she is and from what we see of you two we think you would enjoy the group and they would enjoy you.”

Before I could respond Amy took charge, “We would love to go to one of those parties with you. It sounds like a lot of fun especially if the men and women are as attractive as you two.”

Michele and Bill preceded to lead us through their evolution as swingers and what the parties were like as we drank beer and after some inquiry into whether we were cool or not smoked a joint. Amy and I were boiling hot when we got there but after the pot, beer and description of what sounded like incredibly sexual people having lots of fun together we were both no doubt noticeably turned on.

I was waiting eagerly to let the older couple take the lead but instead Bill asked me if I would like to see a bike he was building in the garage out of a basket case. Of course as a guest I indicated I would but as soon as we were in the garage Bill turned to me.

“I hope it is OK but Michele is going to hit on your girlfriend while we are in the garage. I would love to fuck her if you two would like to do some swapping tonight. I know you would enjoy Michele and she has been wanting to do you since you moved in,” he said. “Michelle loves women and she got the idea the way Amy showed off to her that she did too.”

I could not believe my luck and illegal bahis I am sure it showed with my enthusiastic reply, “She loves women and is as good a fuck as I have had! We were just talking this evening about one of my female friends she was interested in.”

Bill preceded to tell me what Michelle liked and I did the same with Amy. Surprisingly it was very similar turn ons for both of them although as I was to find out Bill had not told me everything about Michele. When we opened the door between the house and the garage I could hear the moans of my sister coming from the living room. Bill and I entered to find sis on her back on the ottoman with her legs spread with Michele between her legs. Michele pulled her tongue out of Amy’s pussy to show Bill the wet shaved pussy she was licking.

“Amy liked the looks of my shaved pussy so much she shaved hers,” Michele murmured. “It tastes so good!”

I looked over at Bill and he was beginning to remove his clothes so I followed suit. Once we were naked Bill motioned me to a chair that allowed me a perfect side view of Michele and Amy. Both our cocks were standing at attention as we watched Michele make Amy moan in ever increasing volume. Just as I thought Amy was about to come to orgasm Michele stood up.

“Let’s see how good you are with a shaved pussy,” Michele said as she pulled Amy to her feet and drew her lips to hers.

The passion in the kiss from both of them was mind blowing. Amy was pressing her body against Michele and rubbing their breast together. After a few minutes of treating us to the passion of two women making out Michele went down on to her back on the ottoman and Amy was immediately between her legs. Amy obviously knew what she was doing as she took her hands and gently spread Michele’s pussy lips and dipped her tongue into the slit. She was barely moving her tongue from what I could tell but the effect on Michele was immediate. Michele started arching her hips and moaning lightly while telling Amy how good her tongue felt.

Bill had moved to the side of Michele and she reached for his hard cock with one hand while she turned her head and motioned me to come to her with her other hand. Soon Bill and I both had Michele gripping our cocks while Amy continued to drive her wild. I could tell when Amy hit just the right spot in Michele’s moans and the way she worked my cock with her hand. Watching her body move and Amy wiggling her body as she became more and more aroused by Michele’s reactions to her tongue it was obvious Amy was ready for nearly anything.

Between moans Michele asked Amy if she would like a cock in her while she was licking her pussy. Amy pulled her tongue out of Michele’s pussy just long enough to give an enthusiastic yes. Michele told Bill to give her some cock. I watched Bill move to behind Amy’s body which was on all fours in a perfect doggy position for fucking and begin to move the head of his cock up and down the slit of her pussy. Amy spread her legs a little more so Bill could slide more easily into her and began moaning in anticipation of his cock every so often even as she was licking on Michele’s pussy. As Bill was getting his cock perfectly positioned Michele moved her body on the ottoman so that her mouth was just below my cock.

“Lean over me so I can taste your cock,” Michele gasped between moans.

I leaned over her with my hands on either side of her body on the ottoman. Michele grasped my cock and literally used her firm grip to force me into the position that gave her the best access to the underside of my cock. She proceeded to lick, kiss and suck gently on the underside of the head of my cock while playing with my cock and balls with her hands all while exuding plenty of moans and comments to Amy about how well she was licking her pussy. The position I was in put my head almost directly above Michele’s pussy and I could watch closely how expertly Amy was working it. Her licks were choreographed around licking up and down on the inside of the outside lips of her pussy followed by her dropping to the bottom of her pussy and moving ever so slowly up her slit with the tongue flicking from side to side across the inner lips.

Bill was fucking her with very slow strokes and Amy was moaning even as she worked her way around Michele’s pussy. I could hear the breathing getting faster from her and I knew she was approaching an orgasm.

All of a sudden her head jerked up and she exclaimed, “Fuck me, fuck me Bill. Shoot your cum in me so I can feel it running out of my pussy. Oh yessssssssssssssssssssssss!” Her body convulsed casino siteleri several times as she came but Bill never increased his speed one bit even as Amy bucked her hot ass against him faster and faster.

She was still bucking, moaning and cumming when Michele slid off the ottoman and took my hand and led me to the couch. She positioned me where I had a perfect side view of Amy and Bill and she got on her knees between my legs and began to give my cock her full attention. The blow job she was giving me was so incredible that I would have cum almost instantly if she had not taken one hand and encompassed the base of my cock and my balls. Combined with watching sis being fucked and enjoying it so vocally I was so turned on my whole body felt like it was vibrating. But every time I would start to feel like I was cumming she would squeeze tightly and prevent it. I have no idea what all I was moaning and saying because I was lost in the sensations of Michele’s mouth and tongue.

“Let’s see what that young hard dick feels like,” Michele said as she stood up and pulled me up to her and whispered in my ear, “I’ve watched you bring hot young women like Amy over to your house for years and I want to find out how good of a fuck you are!”

I was so turned on the concept of older woman and younger man was nowhere in my thought process. All I knew was this incredibly hot woman wanted fucked and I was going to get to do it. I reached behind her and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so I had better access to her mouth. We kissed and I tried to remember all that Bill had told me about her. I forced my tongue deep in her mouth after I first flicked it across the inside of her lips and it drew just the response I had hoped for. I started to spin her around and lean her over the coach but she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back of the house.

I looked back at Amy and she was now astride Bill who was laying on the floor on his back. Sis was working his cock and telling him how much she liked his cock in her. After watching her with Michele and now Bill I knew there was no way I had taken advantage of sis when we started having sex. She was a very sexually advanced woman who liked her sex and that conclusion was reinforced many times over the next few years. Knowing Amy was having so much fun made it easy to refocus on Michele when we reached the room she had led me too.

“Bill and I have a special play room that will fit some of your interests from what we have seen,” she said with a smile as she opened the door to a room with a padded bench of some sort in the middle with a large framed X (I was later to learn it is called a Saint Christopher Cross) and a few other items I was not familiar with and a whole wall with various types of whips, canes and bondage equipment. “Let’s start on the bench,” she said, “It is my favorite for cumming and I am so turned on that when your cock gets in me it won’t take long for the first one. I like to have lots of orgasms so don’t stop just because I have an orgasm.”

The bench was about four feet long with and stood waist high with what appeared to be a well padded top. On either side running the length was a parallel padded piece where Michele put her knees and hands leaving her in the doggy position for me. There were chains and places to clip them but I barely noticed I was so eager to get in her. I managed to hesitate long enough to slap here ass which elicited the moans Bill had told me would come with spanking her and to slap the head of my cock against her pussy which was hanging slightly over the edge of the bench. As it slipped into her Michele began to tell me how good it felt.

“Oh yes baby fuck me. Your cock feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me slow and let me work that cock with my pussy,” she gasped and I felt her tightening and relaxing her pussy muscles.

I had never felt anything like it and when she combined the tightening with her sliding slowly back and forth on the bench I was doing hardly anything. Her moaning and telling me how good it felt alleviated any concern she wasn’t enjoying herself but she put a point of emphasis on it when she suddenly came.

“Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes,” she all but screamed, “Your college boy cock is making me cum so hard.”

I came too in a shuddering ball draining orgasm but Michele was not going to let me get off that quickly. She came off the bench and went back down to her knees in front of me with her mouth going to my cock.

“I want to taste my pussy juice mixed with your cum. Oooow it is so good,” she said as made poker siteleri quite a production of licking my cock clean which combined with how sexy her voice was when she talked sex made me respond almost immediately. “Let me get on my back on the bench and let me feel that cock pumping in me again,” she said in a sultry way that sent a rush through me. “This time I want you to fuck me the way you want to. Pump me fast and hard baby.”

Before she got on the bench she hung a couple stirrup like things from a hook on the ceiling above the bench. She then put her legs in them and slid her ass down so that they held her legs back near her head. It positioned her pussy perfectly for me to slide in her and I began to pump her just as she had suggested.

“Ride me baby, ride me. Make me take it as long as you want. I want to be your bitch,” she wailed and with every word my cock got harder. Bill had told me she liked to be submissive during sex and I sensed her talk was encouraging me to take charge.

“Take one hand and work your clit while you show me how nice those breasts of yours are,” I blurted out in my first attempt to dominate a woman nearly twice my age.

Her moan and immediate response emboldened me and I ordered her to bring herself to orgasm while I was fucking her so I could see how hot her face looked was when she was cumming. She was working her clit ever faster and I sped up the rate I was pumping her. All of a sudden the stirrups were moving all over as her legs went into powerful muscular spasms brought on by her orgasm. I had always thought she had a nice body but now that I felt how muscular she was combined with her incredible sexuality I was blown away. She opened her eyes as she was coming and looked directly at me as if to check to make sure I was watching as she let loose with her second orgasm.

“How did I look,” she asked in a manner that was part seductress and part innocent school girl, “when I was cumming?”

I was still pumping her but had slowed down to a speed that just ensured I maintained my hard on while I talked to her, “You looked really hot, but I think you were holding back and not letting me see just how much of a slut you can be when you decide too.”

“May I get something to make me cum harder for you?” She asked in that same school girl way.

When I pulled out of her she rose from the bench and went to a chest in the corner and returned with a large vibrator she plugged unto the wall and resumed her position on her back with her feet in the stirrups.

“Fuck me Steve. I want to feel you shoot every bit of your cum in me while you make me show what a slut I am,” she have moaned to me as she started to work the vibrator on the area of her clit.

She looked so hot that between that and the vibration that I had to fight not cumming before she did. She was getting more and more turned on and I could feel her hips pushing harder and faster against me. I tried to emulate what I had seen Bill doing with Amy and continued to move at the same steady rate. I knew she was getting close and didn’t want to let loose before she did but it was getting more and more difficult.

“Oh Steve, oh Steve I am such as slut,” she screamed as her body convulsed and bucked on the bench, “I am cummmmmmmmmmming!”

I could not hold it any longer and came even as she was still enjoying her orgasm. It was unbelievably hot feeling the way her body and pussy milked every drop of cum out of me. I had the longest orgasm I had ever had and I almost staggered when I pulled out of her and backed up. I could see my cum oozing out of her wet pussy and she reached down and gathered some on her fingers.

“Ooooow that tastes good,” she moaned as she put her fingers with the cum in her mouth, “I love the way your cum and mine taste together.”

She got off the bench and she kissed me passionately, “We will have to experiment with some of the other toys next time you and Amy come over. Amy might like some of these things to from what she told me of her interests before I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.”

We returned to the living room and found Amy and Bill still nude but just sitting on the couch together drinking a couple beers. We joined them and after a bit of small talk and general agreement we would do this again very soon we put our clothes back on and headed back to my house.

When we entered the door Amy turned to me and said, “I hope you had as much fun as I did because I really want to go to those parties with them. I think we both would have a lot of fun.”

I agreed with her with great enthusiasm. We both showered and were so exhausted we just fell asleep in my bed after a bit more conversation about the events of the evening. Neither of us knew just how much we were going to see our sexual interests expand from the play with Michele and Bill but we knew we both were eager to go there.

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Sinful Degrees of Separation Pt. 10

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Babes

In this chapter father and daughter share the most intimate and intense sexual encounter.

Hailey Tells Her Story.

As my father took in the sight of my body dressed in my white garter outfit, I was looking at the most handsome and distinguished man I’d ever seen. My body was on fire as he looked over every inch of me deliberately and with a hunger that had me so turned on.

I watched his eyes slowly roam up from my cream colored pumps, up my stocking covered legs to the long garter straps attached to my bustier, then over my big 36DD breasts. I was so turned on by his chiseled face, and his sexy, slender physique, and his deep penetrating blue eyes.

“You are so fucking sexy Hailey,” my father said in a deep, resonant voice as he looked me over slowly and deliberately. “Very fucking sexy,” he added with a confidence that sent an electric shock through my body.

I felt so hot knowing where this was all leading. He then than took me into his arms and we began kissing in the most passionate way I have ever experienced. As soon as our lips met our tongues started to snake and flick against each other’s. Kissing him caused sparks to go off inside my pussy.

During our heated kiss, I couldn’t stop moaning for a second, as the tips of our tongues worked in small slow-moving spirals for a few minutes, before the pace of the flicking increased. As our tongues intertwined our breathing got deeper, and more intense, until our mouths were wide open with our tongues flicking wildly across each other’s.

Just the tip of my father’s tongue against mine was sending shock waves deep into my already turned on, soaking pussy. After ten minutes I felt his hands run along the length of my garter straps.

“Very sexy Hailey. So mature,” he growled from me being dressed the way I was.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as we went back to kissing.

The feeling my fathers fingers against my skin and along the material of the lace, garter straps drove me wild with lust. He was taking his time with me. He wasn’t going to rush this and it was driving me wild.

The feeling of his finger tips on my skin then on my garters was making me crazy.

“Such a sexy girl,” he said kissing my neck as his hands roamed over my garter and stockings.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned and instantly threw my head back from the way my father was thrilling me.

I was moaning like crazy as I thought about how he was driving me wild with lust. It caused me to think about the stories I heard about him fucking my best friends and how huge he was. As we kissed hotly and he ran his hands over me I knew this was a man who really knew how to really fuck.

At this point I didn’t know if I was just another teen pussy to him. I desperately wanted to be his, but I knew my father fucked all the time. For the next ten minutes we continued to kiss. It was the sexiest kiss ever. My father and I were kissing like sex-starved lovers. We kissed in the open foyer, without a care if anyone was watching us.

With the foyer door wide open we kissed hotly as my father ran his hand across my ass, and over the long straps of my garters. With just his hands on my ass, and his lips skillfully kissing my neck I groaned as I felt my pussy spasm.

“Such a sexy girl Hailey….A very sexy girl,” he said in a deep resonant voice as he stood back and took in the sight of me again.

“Oh fuck, you are turning me on like crazy,” I moaned heatedly, as he pulled me close and ran his hands over my ass cheeks, then pulled my thong far away from my ass then let the material go as it snapped back into place, between my ass cheeks.

“So sexy Hailey,” he groaned in a low voice. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he snarled which sent my body into a mini-orgasm.

Even the way he played with my thong was his way of turning me on.

“Ohhh fuck, I moaned from the skill my father had. He knew just what to do to make me crazy.

After a few more minutes of this my pussy began to tighten and release as the backs of my feet lifted out of my pumps and I had a spasming cum. It was a sign of just how incredible my father was at turning me on, how skilled he was at fucking a girl up, especially his own daughter.

“You needed that sexy cum didn’t you Hailey,” my father said with a confident tone of voice.

“Oh God, I’ve needed it bad…so bad,” I groaned, amazed at his ability to make me instantly explode.

“I guarantee you’re going to love the way your pussy cums when my mouth is on it and my big cock is fucking you deep,” he said in a confident tone.

“Oh God,” I heard so much about your huge cock and how you fuck,” I groaned out loud.

“Yes, lots of pussy Hailey, but you’re the one who has haunted me sexy,” he said as he bent down and began licking the tops of my exposed breasts.

“Oh God,” I groaned from hearing him say that and the feeling of his mouth on my 36DD breasts.

He kissed the tops for almost twenty minutes and as he kissed them he would break off every canlı bahis few seconds and kiss me.

“You need to have these sexy nipples of yours sucked on, don’t you baby?” he said with a self-assured voice.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I groaned as he rolled down my bustier and exposed my pink, bud-like nipples that were sticking straight up to the ceiling.

“Beautiful nipples Hailey,” he said hotly, looking at them admiringly as they each stuck straight up. “Your nipples are so sexy,” he said softly, as he gently kissed each one.

Hearing him call me by my name was driving me crazy, and then feeling his pouty lips kiss each of my nipples drove me insane.

“Oh God baby,” I groaned as he then began his amazing technique of licking the top of each of my excited nipples than meeting my tongue for a wild kiss. Just the flick of his tongue against the top of my nipple had my pussy squirming like crazy.

For the next half hour my father would trace his tongue around the base of my engorged nipple, barely touching the side, and then brake away to meet me for a kiss. I was going wild and he knew it, but knew exactly how he wanted to turn me on and make me cum.

“Such sexy tits Hailey,” he said as he cupped both of my 36DD breasts.

I was groaning uncontrobally as my father kissed each of my breasts right to the edge of my nipples.

“Seeing these sexy tits as you walked by me braless in all those sheer blouses or in those skimpy bikinis was torture for me sexy,” he said as he kissed my lips.

“Oh fuck, suck em baby. You’re driving me crazy. Oh God, please suck em,” I pleaded as groaned over and over.

“Such a tease you were Hailey,” he said in a deep voice as he went back to kissing each of my breasts right to the edge of my aching nipples.

“Oh God, I wanted you so bad,” I said in a low groan letting him know that I was purposely trying to turn him on all those times. Finally, after pleading to the point of going insane he began to softly suck on one of my overly-sensitive nipples. The second his mouth touched my nipple I threw my head back and practically came.

“Oh fuuuck,” I groaned.

“Such sexy tits,” he groaned as he kissed each of my aching nipples.

He then went back to kissing me. He continued this insane teasing for another hour.

I was in a constant state of arousal and lust, and could not stop thinking how incredible my father was at turning me on. He then began to push the sides of my tits together, bringing both my nipples close together, then began alternating between sucking one than the other, giving each one enough attention to generate a burning fire in my pussy that could only be put out by a wild burst of cum.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, as I threw my head back for the next ten minutes of this exquisite feeling shooting through my aching nipples, down into my pussy.

Finally my father implored with a demanding voice, “Cum Baby,” and then bit each nipple a little harder. This caused an avalanche to flow in my pussy then explode violently.

For the next three minutes I came in the sexiest orgasm I ever had, as my father broke away from my nipples and met my tongue in a wild, flicking encounter, in the air as his hands cupped my swollen breasts.

After I came we kissed heatedly, as our tongues explored each other’s for another ten minutes. At that point my father reached back and shut the door behind him, as I took his hand and guided him to the bar area in our house. As we walked to the bar, my high heels clicked on the tilled floor, filling the room with the sexy sounds of two lovers who were going to fuck.

“So sexy Hailey,’ my father said in a deep voice with his arm around my narrow waist.

We stopped to kiss every few feet. While we kissed we played with each other our hands were roaming all over each other. At a few stops along the way, my father would squat down behind me and kiss all over my ass, telling me how sexy it was as he kissed all over it. The feeling of my father’s lips all over my ass drove me wild, as I moaned excitedly.

“Such a gorgeous ass Hailey. I’ve always thought you had a perfect ass,” he groaned then added in a hot, deep voice, “This ass has driven me crazy for much too long sexy.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, thrilled that my father was so close to me ass.

“Yes Hailey, this is a million dollar ass,” he said in a deep voice as he ran his hand over it.

“Ohhhh,” I groaned out loud.

“I know this is an eighteen year old ass, but you have such a mature way of showing it off baby,” he said as he ran his hands over my stocking tops and long garter straps and across the string of my thong.

I was so thrilled to hear him say it. I knew he had so many girls and wanted to seem very mature for him. Dressing sexy for him was my way of showing how mature I was. He then began kissing my ass as he told me how sexy it was.

“My daughter has the most perfect ass,” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh fuck, kaçak iddaa that’s so sexy. You’re making me so hot,” I moaned lustfully, as his mouth made soft, popping sounds on each of my ass cheeks.

“I can’t wait to fuck you baby,” he groaned as he kissed my ass.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned out loud in a hot voice. “I can’t wait,” I snarled. “I’m so ready for your huge-assed cock…So ready for you to fuck me,” I groaned out loud.

“This hot body is always on my mind,” he said as he spread my ass cheeks and ran his tongue over my thong as it rested between my ass.

“While you fuck all those teens,” I groaned as he continued to kiss my ass seductively.

“Hailey, whoever I fuck, you’ve always haunted me.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned from the thought of him thinking of me when he was fucking one of my friends or a young teen.

Feeling my father’s tongue running over the crack of my ass and over my asshole had me lifting the backs of my pumps off the marble floor.

“Oh god, you’re making me crazy baby,” I howled, as I enjoyed the exquisite feeling of his tongue in the crack of my ass and on my asshole.

“What a perfect ass,” he groaned as the tip of his tongue circled around my asshole, over my thong which caused me to explode.

I felt my ass explode. I was delirious, and came as I groaned out loud, “Ohhhhh god.”

He was amazing, like no other guy I ever fucked. A few weeks before I fucked my ex-boyfriend’s father, Mr. Powers. He did similar things to me and drove me insane but it wasn’t close to the kind of thrills that were now shooting through my body.

It took almost two hours for us to reach the bar, which was only twenty feet away from where we were in the foyer. As we worked our way there sparks flew though my body, building-up to what we both knew was going to be an incredible fuck, a long, overdue fuck. When we reached the bar, I had a bottle of champagne chilling on ice. He popped the cork and toasted,

“To the sexiest young girl I have ever seen,” he said as his eyes drifted over my body, ” the girl whose body has driven me insane, and wanted to fuck for years,” he said as my tongue came out to meet his in another fifteen minute, sexy, father/daughter kiss that had my pussy on fire.

After we sipped our champagne, we kissed for another ten minutes. I can’t begin to explain how hot it was to be locked in a deep kiss with my father. It was the sexiest and most intimate thing in the world. He was such an amazing kisser and had my body so turned on.

I remember my ex’s- father Mr. Powers and how great a kisser he was and that my pussy actually came a few times just from the way he kissed while we were making out in his Ferrari the night I ran into him in the nightclub. But my father was an even better kisser and had such an incredible effect on me when he kissed me. He turned me on so much that my nipples ached when he kissed me.

It was absolute passion and lust all wrapped up in one and as our tongues entwined and explored each other’s as my body trembled in ways I never felt before. During that hot kiss I actually came twice as I shuddered and exploded as his mouth kissed me hard.

After we broke our kiss my father spun me around and had me lean over the bar stool. He then began spreading my ass cheeks, reveling the string of my thong which had disappeared between my ass.

“Such a gorgeous ass Hailey,” he said, and for the next hour he licked each of my firm ass cheeks and ran the tip of his hot tongue directly over the thin string.

Hearing my father call me by my name and say I had a gorgeous ass made me so hot. I felt so special, knowing he had fucked hundreds of sexy teens and fucked all the time.

I then went wild feeling his masterful tongue as it swept across my asshole as he groaned in the deepest voice saying how sexy it was and that he couldn’t wait to fuck me. I was moaning like crazy, telling him how much he turned me on and that I wanted to fuck him so bad. Finally he pulled down my thong.

He pulled it down slowly as he watched the material pull away from my wet pussy lips. My pussy was so wet the satin material of the thong clung to my lips as if it was glued to my pussy.

The only other time I remember being really wet was when I fucked my ex-boyfriend’s father Mr. Powers. I remember how wet I was that night and how horny I was to fuck him. That was the only other time I was ever this wet. When my thong reached my pumps I lifted each of my high heels instinctively, as he removed my thong.

“What a gorgeous pussy Hailey,” he groaned, as I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking at my exposed sex. “Such a gorgeous cunt,” he groaned out loud.

“Ummm, so glad you like what you see,” I purred, knowing he had wanted it for so long.

“I’ve waited for this sexy pussy for a very long time Hailey,” he snarled. “Too fucking long,” he snarled in a deep resonant voice that made me shudder.

“Oh fuck I groaned,” kaçak bahis throwing my head back as my father’s lips touching my pussy sent me into orbit.

“Yes, such a beautiful cunt,” he said in a deep voice then kissed it again.

With my head thrown back his lips met my pussy and he kissed it for a hot second.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I groaned.

“This is an absolutely beautiful cunt Hailey. I can’t wait to fuck it,” he said in a deep voice as he held my ass apart and took in the sight of my wet sex.

I was delirious from the way my father was talking to me. As he kept kissing my pussy the popping sounds filled the air around me and made it so sexy.

“Oh God, kiss it baby. Kiss that pussy for me,” I moaned excitedly. “It’s so your pussy now. No more teasing you with it. It’s yours to fuck anytime you want it baby,” I groaned heatedly.

“I’m going to want to fuck it every day Hailey…Every day and All Day!” he snarled.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I groaned,” it’s so yours.”

“It’s the only pussy I want Hailey,” the only pussy I ever wanted,” he snarled.

“Oh fuck yeah. I wanna be yours so bad,” I groaned hotly.

I was really starting to feel like my father did want me. That he wanted me as his exclusive fuck which turned me on like crazy.

For the next hour all my father did was kiss my pussy. I went insane as my deep groans let him know much he turned me on. He started at the top of my lips and worked his way down to the middle of the puffy part.

“Can’t wait to fuck you baby,” he groaned then went back to kissing my pussy.

I was delirious hearing him say he wanted to fuck me. I was going so wild and groaning uncontrollably that the backs of my feet were coming out of my pumps from the way my father was thrilling me.

“Oh lover I want you to fuck me so bad,” I groaned in ecstasy. “I want evey inch of that huge cock,” I moaned excitidily.

I was wild from his pouty lips making popping sounds on my burning cunt. I came ten times from his amazing way he just kissed my pussy, just from the way he kissed my exposed cunt. My father had me so turned on I felt like I was in a sex trance.

After I came he went back to spreading my ass, this time inserting his tongue into my burning asshole a little at a time.

I was delirious by the way my father would skillfully put the tip of his tongue into my ass and circle it around the rim, then probe deeper and deeper until his tongue bottomed out inside my asshole.

Once his tongue bottomed out inside me he began flicking it inside me which instantly had me cumming like a faucet, from the most exquisite tongue fucking I have ever experienced. He then began inserting a finger into my soaking pussy and he tongue fucked me. I was going insane, shouting how much he had my body on fire.

When he sensed I was going to cum, he backed off and stood to kiss me. The taste of my asshole on his mouth made me delirious. When he went back down on me, he started the whole process again. He did this repeatedly for the next two hours which had me in a sexual trance.

I realized my father was a master at driving a girl crazy and really fucking her up. It was as if he knew my body better than I did, it seemed. For a second a hint of jealously overcame me, because I knew he had to be the same way with my girlfriends, or any other teen he fucked. I knew he was masterful because he fucked all the time and loved fucking.

Now he was the one driving me fuck crazy, he was the one turning me on more than anyone I ever fucked, he was the one driving my body and me insane to fuck him and his huge cock.

He finally had all of his fingers and his amazing tongue working me. By now I was withering and going out of my mind. While he was eating my asshole with the tip of his tongue and his mouth, he had two fingers swirling around deep inside of my pussy, hitting that sensitive spot right on the bulls- eye.

While he was doing this his left thumb was circling my rock hard clit, which had me groaning non-stop and going wild. As he was working my body to a frenzies state he kept telling me how sexy I was and telling me to cum.

When I exploded he began to fuck my asshole harder and deeper with his tongue while he busily finger-fucked my pussy harder with his two fingers. His thumb continued to rub feverously over my huge, distended clit, until my body shook and came again in a river of climaxes that wouldn’t stop for fifteen minutes.

“That’s it. Keep cumming baby,” my father said in a hot voice as he continued to finger fuck me. “I know you have a lot of cum stored up in that sexy pussy and ass baby,” my father said in a deep confident voice as he had me so delirious. “All those years of teasing your fathers big dick with your sexy body, must have you begging to cum,” he groaned through clinched teeth.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe how fucking good you are. How good you are at turning me on and making me cum,” I snarled as I bit my lower lip and continued cumming all over his fingers and his mouth and tongue.

After I came we kissed passionately. My groans filled the air around us as our tongues entwined setting a series of sparks off deep inside me. After a few minutes my father broke our kiss and handed my glass of champagne.

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Author’s note:

For those of you who have read Lex Talionis (am working on Chapter 6 Aftermath should be done by end of next week.) You already are aware of why Mark takes medication. For those of you who have not read Lex then Mark’s condition will be a bit of a revelation. For more details about Mark’s secret, check out Lex Talionis, where it is explained in detail. As always thank you for reading.

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I pulled into the parking garage and felt a sense of relief when I saw Mark’s firebird parked in its spot. Had my brother not been at work, or at home, I would have been worried. At least now I knew the worse thing he could be doing was going ape shit on the bag at the gym. I parked next to the firebird shaking my head at his license plate. DOMINUS the Latin word for master, Mark really did put himself out there a little too much sometimes. I shut the car off and, checking my make up in the rear view mirror, frowned at the redness in my eyes. I’d barely slept the last two nights and something told me Mark probably hadn’t either, which was what had brought me here this morning in the first place. Seeing I was the cause of my brother’s sleeplessness, the least I could do was to make sure he was okay, and who knows? Maybe if things went well we could catch a little nap together.

I started to get out of the car, then sat back and thought for a minute. I would have to be careful with Mark. There was no doubt in my mind that my checking up on him would lead to sex. The problem would be what kind of sex? Knowing now what I hadn’t known back in Chicago, getting my brother revved up wouldn’t be good for him, or for me for that matter I thought, as my back was still sore from yesterday’s all out assault in the shower. On the other hand I was afraid if I went to sweet it would turn into making love, as it had Saturday night, and I didn’t want to toy with his emotions either by letting him, or denying him, both of which would get him upset. Of course, now that I thought about it, wouldn’t any type of sex be all but rubbing my brother’s nose in it, if I didn’t follow it up with an answer? I grunted disgustedly, now even sex was getting my head racing.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to take a couple of minutes to figure out what I was going to do. The obvious answer, and probably the right one, was to abstain from sex period. I should behave and do what a real big sister would do; check on Mark, make sure he’s taking the meds., see if he’s been sleeping, and, most importantly, tell him that I was worried and just want to make sure he’s okay. Maybe even go for a cup of coffee with him before he went to work, hell, at that point if Mark seemed okay maybe I would even take another shot at bringing up dad.

That of course would be the right and more properly put, the unselfish thing to do, because let’s face it; at the end of it, I was the one who would want my brother and would lead us down the path to sex. Mark may be a terror with the rest of the female population, but when we were together it was his big sister Megan who called the shots. And right now between being exhausted, worried over Mark, and upset from emotional roller coaster of reading the journal, I desperately needed my brother, and not just to talk to me, but to hold me, and ultimately to be inside me. Maybe I would just try to ease into it and see where it took us. The last thing I wanted was a replay of Chicago.

At that last thought something suddenly dawned on me; Saturday night had, in reality, started just as the night in Chicago had. The other night when we had entered Mark’s bedroom I had told him to get on his knees and start at my feet. I had just received incredible news and was more than ready to celebrate by making my brother service his sister’s hot pussy. Just like in Chicago, Mark had taken me in his arms and kissed me slow and easy. Also like that night in my bedroom, I had resisted, but this time only briefly. After my first attempt to pull away I let Mark have his way, let him carry me to his bed and make slow passionate love to me. Now as I sat there thinking of it, I found myself wondering what was different this time, in the past I had always shied away from slow sweet sex. Hell, it was right there in the journal, even as far back as that, Mark’s first night in his new apartment, I had turned his attempt to be sweet into a hardcore session, and Tommy had spent years trying in vain to get me to slow down in bed.

That’s when it hit me; In Chicago I had not wanted Mark to be sweet simply because I believed that he wanted it because of Samantha, that she truly had broken him. Now a year later, I had been much more receptive to it and all I could think of was earlier this morning Mom referring to Laura as my Samantha. Was that what had happened? Had my own brush with true love left me craving that feeling even more? Had our failed relationships opened up the door for something between us? As I sat there stunned at that idea I heard my mother’s voice bahis siteleri speaking in my mind

“It’s like the two of you are waiting for someone.”

Shaking my head, I got out of the car and walked across the garage to the elevator. As I waited for the elevator, my mind drifted momentarily to Laura, how totally perfect she was, and how I hoped she would find someone who would truly appreciate her and give her what I couldn’t, everything. The elevator arrived and as I stepped in and hit the button for the seventh floor, my mind stayed on Laura and her visit here with me six months ago; a visit that, as I now thought of it, was another sign of my brothers changing feelings towards me that I had completely missed at the time.

I had brought Laura up to meet mom and dad, and of course, Mark last October. Following my usual pattern, as I know it always made him feel good, we had spent the first two nights at Mark’s place. At first I wasn’t sure if we would be able to, as not to long after he had seen me in Chicago, Mark had found another pet. This one was a twenty year old blonde named Katrina, who was majoring in psychology.

As was his custom, Mark had e-mailed me several pictures of her, including a shot of him fucking her doggy style. The look of mixed pleasure and pain on her sweet little face had me so worked up I had gone into Laura’s darkroom and had her in a sixty nine on the floor within minutes. So when I had called Mark to say we were coming, I had mentioned staying all week at the folks, and Mark had told me he had cut Katrina loose after a couple of months. When I had asked why, Mark became vague and said that the game just didn’t seem the same anymore. To my shock he had told me he was “seeing” someone, and, more surprisingly, said she was a few years older than him, and was the CEO of a local company. I asked if it was serious, and he had said they were pretty casual, just spending the weekends together, but that he was getting tired of hunting, as he had always called it, and was fine with it.

In hindsight that should have had me thinking something was amiss right there. Except for his big sister, I couldn’t remember seeing him with a woman anywhere near his age, for more than a one night stand, let alone have some type of relationship. Then again in my defense, I was a little preoccupied at the time with a couple of things; one the amazing woman that I was with and two; introducing that woman to my brother. It hadn’t occurred to me until we were on the plane, that I had a real dilemma with Laura meeting Mark. My friends from the galleries, and a few other people I knew down there, knew Mark as my “friend with benefits” from back home. Now, obviously, because Laura was going to meet my parents, she had to meet Mark as what he really was; my younger brother.

This was a problem I had never considered and I would have to hope it just worked out that when Laura was at the galleries no one would happen to bring up Mark. My brother only made it down every few months and wasn’t due for awhile. I would just have to try to have him avoid that crowd on his visits. I was sure he’d understand but it did make me realize how strange our relationship really was and was also a reminder of the potential problems it could cause if we were found out.

Mark picked us up at the airport and we went out to dinner and then, at my urging, dancing. Mark and Laura hit it off fine and when Laura got up to go to the bathroom and I asked what he thought, Mark had laughed, and said it was pretty bad when his sister was dating a hotter woman than he was. I had turned serious and told him how much I loved her and how excited I was that she was meeting my family. Mark had given me a smile that seemed a little subdued but had kissed me on the cheek and told me he was happy for me. I had felt terrible knowing damn well he missed me but I was with someone and our rule was that sex together was off limits. At one point when Laura had come back and I had my arm around her I found myself looking at Mark, alone across the table, and wishing that it had worked out for him with Samantha. It would have been incredible to have had the four of us be out together, Mark and me, with people we were in love with and who loved us in return.

The club was amazing and Mark did seem to start becoming his old self again. Of course that could be attributed to the half a dozen shots he had done within a half hour of getting there. I danced with Mark a couple of times but we were brother and sister now and were very careful not to get carried away. I have to say, after he passed me off to Laura, it was an incredible turn on to have him sitting at the bar watching as Laura and I were all over each other on the dance floor. The favor was returned to me as Mark then took Laura ‘out for a spin’ as he put it and had her beet red as he held her from behind and really put on a show of grinding up and down on her. By then Mark had had another canlı bahis siteleri few drinks and proceeded to pull two very young girls up from their table and get sandwiched between them on the dance floor. Laura had shaken her head and told me that even though men weren’t her thing she had to say that my brother was damn hot and that whatever else my real parents may have been they had made a couple of beautiful kids.

We had gotten back to Mark’s place about one am and although it seemed early for me, as well as my night owl brother, Laura was exhausted and I certainly wasn’t going to miss out on the thrill of licking her sweet pussy in Mark’s guest bedroom knowing that he would be in the next room picturing it. That of course was just what I did. Mark’s second bedroom was the size of most people’s master bedroom and was furnished with a queen size bed. As Laura and I stripped each other naked and proceeded to let our tongues and fingers wander, I was turned on not only by the thought of Mark envisioning the two of us together, but also by the knowledge that this room was where Mark’s pets slept when they weren’t “worthy enough” to spend the night in his room, and that he would come in here in the middle of the night, fuck the shit out of them and then leave. Picturing Mark taking those hot little girls in the same bed in which I was getting my pussy licked by a gorgeous blond, was enough send me over the edge and I came like an animal, wailing so loud Laura had looked at me and said;

“Damn baby, you don’t want your brother to hear us do you?”

We lay down together, as we always did, on our sides facing each other with Laura’s head nestled under my chin. Just like I did every night I ran my fingers lightly through Laura’s hair and across her shoulders and, as always, Laura gave me a sweet little giggle and nuzzled her face deeper into my chest. Laura was asleep within minutes but even after the flight, the long night, and one hell of an orgasm, I still found myself unable to sleep. I tried drifting off but all I could think of was Mark lying in his bed by himself, and I’m sure awake, wishing his big sister was in there with him. I was pretty sure of this was because that had been exactly what had been going through my head the weekend I had stayed when Mark was with Samantha. That weekend I had been lying in this bed envisioning Mark not only fucking Samantha but then wrapping his strong arms around her and holding her tight, the way he had always held me. Like Mark had seemed tonight, I had been happy for him but would be lying if I said I hadn’t been a little upset because I couldn’t be with him.

After a few minutes, I gently slid my arm out from under Laura and made to get up. Laura opened her eyes part way and asked me where I was going. I told her I wasn’t tired yet and that my brother was as nocturnal as I was so I was going to get up and have a cup of tea with him and catch up a little. Laura was used to me doing this, since, when I was in a painting frenzy, I would routinely go to bed for sex, then get up and stay awake until dawn. I leaned over and, after kissing her, told her to go back to sleep. Laura smiled and closed her eyes again. I paused and, looking at the peaceful expression on her beautiful face, felt an overwhelming feeling of affection for her. I kissed her gently on the cheek and she smiled in her sleep.

Getting up I put on my short, black silk robe, the one I always brought with me when I stayed here and went to leave. I had just reached the door when I caught myself and going over to the bureau slipped on a pair of black panties. Just in case Laura should get up. The robe was pretty short and it would look bad for me to be in front of Mark in it with no underwear on. Leaving the room, I made my way out into the parlor half expecting Mark to have given up on sleep and be watching sports center, or even in his office reading one of those “banned” books he paid a fortune for from some dealer in Europe. The entire place was in darkness so I walked over and knocked lightly on his bedroom door. There was no answer so I gently turned the knob and pushed the door open partway in case he was sleeping.

Mark was sitting cross legged on the bed in a pair of black shorts meditating. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and steady. The room smelled of strawberry incense which immediately told me he was upset about not being with me. Since we had been teenagers Mark had always loved that scent in my hair. To this day I would always bring a bottle of strawberry shampoo with me when I came here, even though I never used it at home. The fact that Mark was meditating told me he was a little put off as well. Mark was a creature of habit and he only meditated in the morning. I walked slowly over to the bed wondering what he was softly chanting, as it wasn’t Latin and didn’t resemble anything else I had ever heard him come out with, and whispered;

“Hey little brother.

Mark’s güvenilir bahis eyes opened and appeared unfocused for a moment.

“Up for some company?” I asked

Mark’s eyes finally appeared to see me and asked;

“Hey sis can’t sleep?”

I smiled and sat next to him on the bed.

“Not when I know my little brother is awake and would like some time alone with his sister.”

Mark nodded, slid up in the bed and, putting his back against the mirrored headboard reached his arm out to me. Sliding up next to him, I leaned my right shoulder against the headboard and stretched my long legs out along his. I faced Mark and found my eyes working their way across his bare chest and his heavily tattooed, well muscled arms. I deliberately stopped my eyes from wandering further down. My brother was so well hung that even soft his cock filled out his shorts and, since I knew full well it wasn’t for me right now, there was no need to tease myself. I looked up, hoping that Mark hadn’t been following my gaze, only to see his eyes glued to my long legs poking out from the very short robe. As I watched they slid up and lingered on my chest. The robe was tied a bit loosely and looking down I could see that half of my left tit was exposed. Trying to be as nonchalant as possible I sat up a little and, as the robe slid open just a little more, pulled it a little tighter around me.

My brother reached down to my chest and I was going to tell him to behave but all he did was take the locket that mom had given me in his fingers.

“I love that you still wear this.” He said softly.

“I love that you’re the reason I even have it.” I told him. At that I started to think back to how I almost lost it and felt my stomach start to turn but Mark instantly spoke;

“We don’t talk about that Meg, we move forward now, not backwards, remember?”

“Absolutely.” I told him relieved. The feeling in my stomach faded, however, I was aware of my heart beat picking up as Mark had not moved his hand and, although he was just holding the locket, the side of his hand was just pressing lightly on my right tit.

“Speaking of forward, Mark.” I began. “Whose your,” I cleared my throat “Older lady friend?”

Mark looked at me and after removing his hand from the locket said;

“Her names Justine, she’s CEO at an investment firm in Boston.”

“And exactly how old is Justine?” I asked smirking.

Mark rolled his eyes and answered;

“Forty five.”

“What?” I asked shocked. “Well what does she look like?”

Mark sighed and leaning over to his nightstand opened a drawer and removing an eight by ten framed picture handed it to me. The picture was of Mark with Alex Warner; they were both wearing Black suits and standing between them in a low cut red dress was a tall woman with long auburn red hair and blue eyes. I have to say if this woman was forty five, God bless her because she was not only built like a brick shit house but her features were absolutely stunning.

“She’s gorgeous.” I told him. Then looking at Alex added; “So have you talked to…”

“No.” Mark said simply as he put the picture away. I shrugged and asked;

“So not serious?”

“Nope.”

“Well why…”

“Look Meg,” Mark began. “Justine is the top dog in a boys club, she’s mid forties but loves the game and the life style, loves to control and be controlled, but in her position she can’t get caught in clubs or tearing apart young boys. As for me, I’m getting tired of training pets and wondering if they’ll work out, and after the Winthrop mess I really need to keep my face out of the press, so it works out for us, we spend the weekends together, have fun and go our own way, if we’re seen together it looks like we’re a power couple.” He gave me a smirk. “Hell, if anything, I’m her boy toy.”

“You’re no one’s toy little brother.” I said then giving him a wink added; “Except for your big sister of course.”

“Not anymore.” Mark said in a matter of fact manner.

I looked away for a minute. Mark hadn’t said it nastily, but the way he said it struck a chord in me as, for the first time, I started to wonder what it would be like to never be with my brother again. I stopped and told myself that it would be fine, we would get used to it. I was in love and, although Mark wasn’t thrilled about that at the moment, he would be okay with it and just be happy for me. Looking back at him I told him what I had said during our first weekend as lovers:

“Jealousy is an ugly emotion little brother.”

“I’m not jealous Meg,” Mark said. “I just.” He sighed, “It’s just not easy.”

“Years ago we said we weren’t for all the time Mark,” I pointed out. “I know it’s been fifteen years since I said that, but sooner or later this was bound to happen.” I reached down and took his hand.

“For the record, I do know how you feel Mark, it wasn’t easy for me to be in that room when you were with Samantha.”

“I didn’t think of that.” Mark said softly.

“It’s okay Mark, I mean I was kind of bummed but know what? She was in love, you looked happier than I’d seen you in years, so in the end I was happy for the two of you.”

With that I looked up and batting my eyes gave him a little pout.

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[Cassie lies in a coma after her fight with Jack. Is the love of her sister enough to bring her back. This is the conclusion to ‘Shooting with Helena’. I hope you enjoy it. C xx]

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Having a near death experience can be, so they say, a liberating experience. Some people who claim to have had such an encounter say that they’ve received revelations from past incidents, visions of futures to come, ineffable questions answered, or a feeling of lightness and nirvana as close to God as can be described.

I felt none of those things.

In my near-death experience, all I felt was an empty, vast universe of nothingness. A place devoid of light, noise, movement or the passage of time. All I can remember of it is the feeling – the suggestion really – of an infinity of nothingness waiting out there to take me back. It was a very dark and frightening place.

It took me two weeks to awake from my coma, my infinity of blackness, and another two days before I could begin to speak again. My first words, when I forced the near-fatally bruise muscles of my throat to articulate them, were;

“Wsss Llllnnaaa?.”

Which should’ve come out as “Where is Helena?” but failed to do so by some margin. For in those three days since I had woken – at night time as it turned out – I had not seen my sister. The hospital where I was being cared for was sterile and clinical, but the bed was comfortable and the nurses were kind. They sat with me, spoke or read to me, helped me to eat and bathe. Mom’s visits were frequent and wonderfully loving. She would talk about everything that had happened in her day, or since she had seen me; going into great detail about how the egg she had cooked for breakfast had been more like a dairy Picasso than a regular fried hash. Or how she’d met old Mr Patterson at the store, and he’d asked her whether her twins (he always called Helena and I twins) had been to a girl guides camp during the summer (he still thought we were about twelve years old).

But Helena had not come to see me. I tried to ask mom questions about where my sister was, by using hand gestures or, on one occasion, attempting to write it down (that was a disaster too, let me tell you), mom would seem to understand, but change the subject. She would only ever say that everyone was okay, including Helena, and that we were all looking forward to you coming home as soon as possible.

Eventually, I gave up. I even got quite depressed that I could see her, touch her hand, have her kiss me gently. I missed her. Missed her so much I wanted, on one or two occasions, to tell the nurses why I missed her so much and how, as both Helena’s sister and her illicit lover, she meant more to me than anything. But I didn’t. I kept that part of my relationship with her a deep and unrequited secret. I also couldn’t understand why she hadn’t come to see me and teetered for many long moments between the emotions of anger (that she hadn’t bothered to see me), and fear (that she had abandoned me). The fear was the worst. Fearing that my sister, my beautiful sexy little sister who had been my closest friend and most ardent lover, no longer wanted me was too painful to think about.

On the day that I uttered those non-words (after which I was too embarrassed to try again; I wanted to get my head straight first), a kindly looking middle aged doctor came into my room to see me. He sat on the chair beside my bed and asked me lots of questions about my health and well-being. I nodded, tried to smile, and gestured to my throat.

He smiled back, lips his lips then said;

“Cassiope, I have to ask you a question. When you were attacked, do you remember being sexually assaulted?”

I wondered what on earth he was talking about for a moment. Surely he could see that I had very nearly been strangled to death? Some other doctors had even spent long minutes trying to explain to me how close I had come to a complete organ failure as a result of it. What had sexual molestation anything to do with it?

And then my mind caught up with me and I realised that when I arrived at hospital they would have certainly checked me all over for other injuries. And, without a doubt, they would have found some evidence that I had recently had sex. Quite a lot of it, actually. And, of course, they would wonder if I’d been raped.

Not knowing what to say to that, and feeling more than an inch or two of guilt or shame or some other stupid caveman reaction steal over me, I simply turned my head the other way and looked out of the window to the hospital gardens.

The doctor laid his hand briefly, but only very briefly, on my arm.

“You’re not pregnant.” he said, as though that should have come as some kind of comfort. Still I said nothing and, I would later realise, that that silence would be taken for confirmation of my status as a rape victim. Over the next couple of hours I heard snatches of conversation between the doctors or nurses, picking out words like “…terrible attack…” and “…vicious illegal bahis trauma…” and “..lucky she wasn’t injured more…”

I felt slightly giddy (and a little bit ashamed) that nothing could have been further from the truth. That I had not been brutalized and raped, but had loved and been loved back by the most beautiful woman in existence. By my sister, Helena.

Who I still had not seen since I woke from my coma.

That evening, after the doctor had spoken to me, mom arrived with a female police offer at her side. Mom looked worried, in that way that all generally innocent people seem to suffer a guilt complex in the presence of authority.

“Hey sweetie!” she said, stepping up close to the bed and kissing me on the forehead. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth and love in that kiss. She sat down and looked over her shoulder nervously.

“Um, Officer Payton here would like to ask a few questions, honey. Is that okay?”

In answer, I raised my eyebrows and smiled a little. Mom smiled back and vacated the chair, which Officer Payton took, assuming a very stiff pose because of all the equipment fastened to her belt. She was a stern-looking woman, in her late thirties or early forties. Trim, in the way that suggested hard hours at the gym, with short bleach-blonde hair ruffled a little at the top. She didn’t have any make-up on that I could see. In fact, not much really to identify her as a woman other than a pair of breasts at least two sizes too big for someone of her build. They strained against her buttoned shirt and must have been awfully uncomfortable to carry.

“Ms Jones.” she said, formally, setting her lips in a kind of grimace that was presumably meant to be a smile. Her voice had a thick country accent, Iowan maybe, but certainly not local.

“Can I call you-” she consulted a notepad “-Cassie?”

I nodded.

“Cassie, I know that you can’t speak right now, but I need to ask a couple of difficult questions about the attack the other day. Will that be okay?”

I nodded again.

“Okay. At about what time did the attack occur, as far as you remember?

I wrinkled my brow, trying to think. We went to Sasha’s at about eleven fifteen. Must have left there about one o’clock. After that, including the short drive to the car park where Helena and I confronted Jack, it must have been another hour at least. I looked over at officer Payton and raised two digits from my left hand.

“Two o’clock?”

I nodded. Officer Payton frowned, checked a couple of pages back in her notebook, then returned to me.

“Okay. Now the attack – and if you want me to stop, Cassie, just raise your hand up, okay? – how many attackers do you remember, two or three? More?”

I wrinkled my brow again, as though trying to remember. I had no idea what Helena or Jack had said to the police, but thought that I ought to aim low, blaming my memory rather than pitching wildly too high., I raised another two fingers.

“Two?” Officer Payton looked confused, then carried on. “What did they look like? Hispanic, white, black?”

I waved my hand a little. Can’t remember, said the gesture. Pass.

“Okay, Cassie. Okay. You’re doing fine. Now, this is going to be quite difficult. I know one of them singled you out and stra- uh put his hand to your throat. Do you remember falling to the ground, or being knocked down?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Now did one of your attackers take off your jeans and underwear?”

Another nod.

“And did one of them force himself onto you?”

A reluctant, extremely guilty nod. In the background, Mom started crying softly. Officer Payton was scribbling notes on her pad. She asked me a few more questions, to all of which I was non-committal, then, when I held up my hand, she mirrored the gesture and folded up her notepad.

“Okay, okay. Thank you very much, Ms Jones. You’ve been very helpful. I’d like to come visit you when you’re well enough to speak to take a full statement if that’s okay?”

I nodded. Officer Payton stood up and laid an uncertain hand on my arm.

“You’re lucky you had your cousin nearby to step in and save you.” she said. “Quick thinking from your sister too.”

I nodded, closing my eyes at the dreadful idea that Jack had somehow saved me.

Officer Payton went over and said a few words with mom, glancing over her shoulder once or twice and tapping her notepad. After a bare minute or two, she left the room and mom came over. She sat very close to me, and hugged me for a while, trying not to cry at the thought of her daughter all but confirming that she had been raped. At that point, I felt the most wretched that I’d ever been in my life. Only my inability to speak saved me from being a worse liar.

That night, after mom had gone home and the daylight outside had pitched itself well past the ninth innings, I drifted off into a strangely comforting sleep. When I awoke the next morning, it was the first time that it casino siteleri didn’t make me wince whenever I swallowed. I felt oddly refreshed and focussed. When I reached into the vanity bag mom had brought for me, I felt something soft and pulled out a piece of tissue paper. I unfolded it and my heart skipped a beat. There were words written onto the tissue using the thin edge of a deep red lipstick. It was a message from Helena!

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them; reading the words.

Cassie, I’ve missed you so much. Will see you soon.

3 guys attacking. Two white, one Hispanic. You hit panic button, I called Jack who was at Wendell Place outlets (retro clothes store). You near car, dragged into rear alley.

Love you so much. H x

Next to the kiss was the imprint of a real kiss; that crinkled lip-shaped impression of the tissue being pressed to someone’s lips. Helena’s lips.

I folded the note tightly in my fist, then opened it and read it again. Mom must have told Helena about the police officer visiting me, and what I’d said to her. She must have stolen in during the night, or when I was asleep, and left me the message. Writing it in her lipstick, so I could rub it off. Always the clever girl.

I pressed the lip-impression to my own lips, closing my eyes as the tissue touched me, willing the kiss from my sister to be real.

I rubbed out the message, but tore out and kept the lip-imprint. I was still an impressionable teenager in love, after all.

That morning, I spoke properly for the first time, asking the nurses for some orange juice. There was some professional delight from the staff there, but concern when I said I wanted to go home that day. I called mom from my cell phone, and told her (in a still croaky voice) that I was checking out and coming home. Mom said she’d pick me up in an hours’ time.

Before that happened, I got another visit from Officer Payton. She strained at her bedside manner again, and said she wanted to check a few facts, now that I could talk. She sat on the chair by my bed and I injected the details Helena had left for me into the story. Officer Payton made a few grunting noises, as though what I had said suddenly made more sense, and asked me a few more. I tried to concentrate of embellishing the details Helena provided (without wildly exaggerating), but found myself constantly distracted by Officer Payton’s enormous breasts. I suddenly had a yearning to see them unsaddled from her regulation police bra. To feel the weight of them in my hand. It was an odd feeling on a number of levels. I’d never had such urges for anyone other than my sister before now. I didn’t particularly find Officer Payton (I convinced myself she would have to have a solid, sturdy name like Sandra, Tess, or Gaby). Besides, it was embarrassing to find yourself staring at a woman’s breasts only two feet away from you.

Eventually, Officer Payton seemed satisfied that she wasn’t going to get any more details from me and stood up.

“Thank you, ma’am.” she said, standing formally, but in an upright way that made her breasts strain forward.

“I don’t even know your name.” I said, shaking her hand as she prepared to leave.

“Chris.” she said, smiling awkwardly and turning to leave. I nodded, feeling that that was somehow right.

Officer Payton stopped for a moment by the door and turned back to me.

“Short for Cristabel” she added, before leaving.

Wow, I thought. Just goes to show.

**

Mom was a bundle of fluster and excitement when she came to see me. Over my underwear, I put on a loose summer dress mom had brought with her, and a pair of sandals. Mom must have been in a hurry, because when she turned up, she was wearing jeans for just about the first time I’d seen in almost a year. She looked good in them; much younger, and her legs were still long and slim.

She hugged me gingerly, patting down the sides of my hair and kissing my cheek; smiling at me and admonishing me for trying to be too active. Then she helped me to check out of the hospital and we got back into her car and went home.

“I’m afraid Aunt Maddy had to go back home.” said mom as she drove through some terrible later afternoon traffic. “I guess after everything, you would have wanted to say goodbye. At least to Jack. After what he did.”

I had been prepared for something like that; some prompt that I should recognise Jack as my saviour. But even with that knowledge, it took an effort to smile and say;

“I know, mom. I’ll send a card.”

“You do that, sweetie.” said mom, nodding. “You might want to send him a trinket or something too. Something personal that he won’t forget.”

I brightened at this, smiling more openly at the idea of sending Jack a very special memento of his time here with me, Helena and mom.

Mom parked up in the driveway and insisted – insisted – on helping me up to the house. As though I’d recently been paralysed or poker siteleri something. To be honest, though, I was dead, dead tired. All I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and have mom dote on me for an indeterminate number of hours. I wasn’t to be fully disappointed.

Helena had not come home from some class or other at college, mom explained. My heart sank a little, but I was secretly pleased too. Pleased that I would get some rest and try to look a little better for her when I saw her. Somehow, even though I knew it was silly, I wanted to look my best for her.

Mom also insisted on fixing me a light meal and a drink while I went up stairs to lie down. But, by the time she had brought the tray up to my bedroom, I was fast asleep under the covers.

**

When I awoke, it was dark, but still early enough for activity to be heard on the street outside. I took a long, measured breath, feeling the air rush in past my bruised throat. As I breathed, I took in a full lung full of the scent of my own bed sheets; a warm, comforting scent that made me feel at home. There was another scent too. I turned my head.

“Hey sis.” said Helena. She was sitting by the side of my bed, perched on the edge of my chair, her knees touching the bed and her hands clasped together between them. She looked dreadful, like someone who hadn’t slept in a week. I stared at her for a moment; searching those deep green eyes of her, visually tracing the line of her jaw, the rise of her cheekbone, the smooth grace of her nose.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?” I whispered.

Helena attempted a nervous smile, saying;

“I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn’t trust myself. I couldn’t- Oh Cassie, do you forgive me? I couldn’t bear not to be with you and not hold you and kiss you. And- and I didn’t want to upset that. I didn’t want to ruin what we have for each other. I’m so sorry!”

I reached over and pulled out her hand from between her legs.

“I just missed you” I said quietly. We held each other’s hands for a moment, feeling the soft texture of each other’s skin. “Come here.” I said, tipping my head. Helena leaned forward to kiss me and, when she did, I felt stars swimming beneath my closed eyelids. Her lips were dry and I wasted no time in setting that right. But I was still quite fragile, and didn’t want things to get out of hand. Helena must have sensed this too, because her kisses weren’t urgent, passionate things. Just tender expressions of her love.

She got onto her knees by my bed and we held each other for a while.

“What happened with Jack?” I said, laying back down to give us some space. “What happened about him and mom?”

“I’ll tell you all about it.” said Helena.

And she did. Mom, like I would have done, had fallen for the classic blackmailer’s trap; promising more and more things to satisfy someone who held something on them. In this case, it was a video, an old VHS cassette that Jack had somehow got hold of from over twenty years ago. Where he had got it from was a mystery. And how he had found it was also unknown. He had simply told Helena that he’d been fooling around on some chatrooms on the internet, and came across it (Helena suspected he had an inkling from Aunt Maddy, then actively chased it up). Anyway, the upshot of it was, Jack had a video, initially taken from an old hand-held cine-cam, or a hot blonde dancer stripping in a men’s bar.

The hot blonde was, of course, mom.

Helena retrieved the VHS copy Jack had brought with him to blackmail mom, and reassured Jack that any infringement to our rules to him; anything at all, and the video of him ass- and gag-fucked by a gay porn star would be well circulated. When Aunt Maddy, Jack and Rachel left, Helena had the hard part of talking about it with mom.

Lena didn’t talk too much about that conversation, but said that she told mom what Jack had said to her about the tape. Mom had nearly had a heart attack there and then, and had refused to talk about it. But Helena had persisted, saying that Jack had given her the tape, which she had destroyed, and that she’d got Jack to promise that nothing of its sort would ever happen again. Mom didn’t give details about what she’d done to satisfy Jack, but had told Helena that it was “more than you’d expect from an aunt and her nephew.”

At the end of a very long and painful conversation, Helena and mom had found a new strength, and confidence in each other. Mom got Helena to promise she would not mention it to me or anyone else, as she didn’t want me to think of her as a pervert.

We both smiled at the irony of that part.

And, despite that, Helena had not entirely kept her word at all. She had not destroyed the tape.

“So…. Do you want to watch it?” she said to me.

I thought about this. Did I really want to see a younger version of my mom, stripping off in a seedy club, oozing sex from every pore? Helena and I had a strange, beautiful and irreplaceable incestuous relationship, but I had no such feelings for mom. But was that because I had always seen her in that light? Given my feelings for Helena, would I feel different if I saw my mom in the prime of her youth; gyrating erotically round a pole, or up a catwalk? Could I, in that circumstance, find myself attracted to my mom?

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Irony. That’s all I could think of as I read the e-mail asking me to help a fellow member out . . . Irony. I mean, what are the odds? What are the chances that HE would contact ME? HA! “It’s a small world” doesn’t even begin to touch this one.

I guess maybe I better explain before anyone reading this thinks I’m just some total nut job with nothing to say on a long road to saying it.

See, my real name is John and I’ve been submitting my stories to for about a year now. Then, a couple months ago I got an e-mail from some guy who wanted me to write a story about his wife having an affair. I thought it’d be kind of fun so I did it. He seemed happy and we went on about our lives.

Then, here just about a week ago I got another e-mail from yet another guy. A guy named Kenny. Seems Kenny had a problem. His wife HAD had an affair . . . Well, a few little tryst at least . . . and Kenny just couldn’t get the images of his wife being stuffed by another man’s hard cock out of his head. So he went looking on for someone to help him, someone to write a story describing this for him. Someone to give him a better, sharper image of his wife being fucked by these other men. And, thanks to some fellow lit-chatters he was sent to me.

To ME! HA! Irony.

Well, at first I was just interested in the idea of doing the story for Kenny because, if nothing else, it offered me something new to write. A new story line to use. But then he threw a few of the details at me and my heart starting pounding. As I read the names and the generalized events he was telling me about I couldn’t believe it. I just could not F’ing believe it.

‘No way,’ I thought. ‘No fucking way!’

Sure enough, there were the names and the events. But I had to be sure. I had to KNOW. So I asked him for a pic of his wife. A photo to use as a stepping off point for my imagination. Yea, he’d described her, but a picture is so much more tangible. Then I got it. Actually I got them. He sent a few pics. All of them showing his pretty little wife’s smiling face.

And then I KNEW. And my mind exploded! Irony.

Yea, I knew. There she was. Brandy. The married girl from work that me and a couple of my buddies had recently had little flings with. Irony.

Here Kenny is looking for someone to write him a story describing how his wife was getting stuffed by some strange meat and he finds me, one of the guys that was doing the stuffing. Irony.

Well, what the hell. Kenny, here you are.

To begin, Brandy is a pretty little brunette with a teenager’s face, a nice set of B-cup tits and a curved shape that would get just about any man’s attention. When she first started working with me at our local Wal-Mart I knew right away that there were possibilities there. She just had that kind of attitude, friendly and flirtatious. Plus she was young and trapped in a marriage with a little baby, so her youthful vigor was being dampened and that didn’t exactly fit her well.

My buddy and fellow co-worker Frank saw the same thing and the two of us started working the situation for ourselves . . . For our own end results. We listened to her moan and complain about her home life, taking every opportunity we could to point out her husband’s faults and mistakes and make her believe that she deserved better.

Whether or not any of what we were saying was true or not didn’t really matter, at least not to us. We just wanted to get in Brandy’s pants and to hell with her old man and the marriage.

As time went by we could see that our tactics were having the desired effect. The number of her complaints steadily increased as did the level of her flirtatiousness. A few times, when I figured no one was around, I even managed to grab her ass in the store, filling my hand with the soft tissue hidden beneath her pants. When I did this she would playfully tell me to stop it, but she never gave me any wicked stares or even frowned, so I knew she was having fun with it too.

Then one day she came to work looking really upset. Part way through our shift I managed to ask her what was wrong and all she said was:

“That husband of mine again.”

I asked her if she wanted to talk about it but she said she didn’t feel like it at work. Then an hour or so later she caught me and asked if I’d go somewhere with her after work to talk. Of course I said “Yes” as my mind started reeling with ideas and the possibilities.

I had her follow me to this one boat ramp with a picnic area, next to the lake, which I know is usually void of people. Once there, she climbed into my pick up and started telling me how Kenny had done something or not done something. I don’t remember what it was all about, all I was doing was staring at her pretty face and those beautiful tits of hers.

She was wearing a short sleeved, white top with a big vee-neckline that plunged down to show plenty of cleavage and the top edges of her bra. At some point she’d changed from her work pants into a pair of black shorts that, as she bahis siteleri sat partially sideways on my seat, rode up her thighs to a tantalizing level. I let her ramble on about whatever it was that was bothering her as I devoured the sights of those precious tits and milky thighs.

Before long she was out of talk. For a few seconds we just sat there in silence, both of us turned and facing each other from only a foot or so apart. She stared into my eyes and I stared back, forcing myself to focus on her brown orbs and not allow my gaze to drop down to that tempting cleavage.

It was obvious to me that she was waiting for something and I decided to take my shot. I reached up with one hand and brushed a few loose strands of her hair away from her cheek, my fingers gently caressing her skin. My hand continued forward until I was cupping the back of her head and then I pulled her to me as I leaned forward.

Brandy offered absolutely no resistance as I planted my lips against hers and kissed her deeply, my tongue pushing past our connected lips and into her mouth after a few seconds. Her own tongue rose up to slither over mine. As we kissed we slid closer to one another. Brandy lifted one hand and rested it on my arm while she laid the other on my upper chest with just her finger tips curled over my shoulder. I reached out with the hand that was not cupping her face and rested it against her side, inches away from where her ample breast pushed her top outward.

We continued to kiss for several minutes, our tongues diving at and slithering over each other’s, our bodies sliding closer, inch by inch. By the time our lips parted and I began to plant kisses back across Brandy’s cheek toward her ear her breathing had grown deep and heavy. She leaned her head to the side to allow me access to her earlobe and I nibbled on it for a few seconds. Then I kissed my way down over her neck to the edge of her top. As my lips pressed and moved over the flesh of her neck I heard her whimper subtly and take a couple of short, sudden inhales. Taking this as my cue I proceeded to lay several minutes worth of kisses all over her neck, my lips brushing over her flesh while my tongue occasionally struck out to caress her as well.

Brandy was starting to pant while I did this and she leaned her head back and to the side to allow me better access to her sensitive neck. We had slid as close together on the seat as possible. Her shoulder length hair hung away from her face and her eyes were nearly closed, her pupils barely visible behind small slits. Her fingers were starting to grip and tighten on my arm and shoulder.

Slowly I raised my one hand, the one laying on her side, so that it came into contact with the side of her breast. I heard her suck in a deep breath as I pressed against the soft mound, the heat from my palm radiating through her clothing. I quickly followed this pressure with a frontal slide, bringing my hand around to cup her tit through her blouse, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Ooohhhhh,” Brandy sighed when I did this.

Keeping her breast cupped in my hand, my fingers and palm rolling and squeezing over the fleshy mound, I kissed my way back up her neck and across her cheek. As our lips met this time Brandy drove her tongue into my mouth and pushed her lips hard against mine.

The feel of Brandy’s wonderful breast in my one hand was amazing and the attention I was giving it was really having its effect on her as well. While we kissed and I massaged her tit I felt her nipple growing hard through the material of her top and bra. Her breathing was growing heavier and several small whimpers resonated in her throat.

Moments later I dropped my hand and slid it under her top, pushing the material up as I reached to play with her tit with only the bra covering it. While I did this I felt Brandy’s hand drop as well, the one that’d been at my shoulder, and as I cupped her tit through her bra I felt her hand press against the cock growing in my pants.

I cupped and squeezed at her tit while she massaged the hardening member in my crotch. Through her bra I could feel her nipple easier, the little nub was rock hard and poking at the thin material as I palmed her breast and pressed against it. The more we kissed and massaged each other, the more she whimpered into my mouth as our tongues pushed and played with each other.

Minutes later, when I broke our lip lock, she moaned as her head fell back slightly. Her eyes were closed now and her bottom lip hung open as she panted for breath. At my crotch her hand was digging at the hard cock within my jeans, her fingers trying to wrap themselves around the member and jerk at it.

I reached down and pulled at the bottom hem of her blouse. Brandy quickly understood and helped me to pull the garment up and over her head, tossing it onto the dash. During this she had to release the hold she was attempting on my cock. I saw her hand shaking slightly as she reached behind her to undo canlı bahis siteleri her bra which soon joined her blouse on the dash.

“Oohhh God, John,” she sighed as she hurriedly pulled her legs together and lifted up, her hands working at the top of her shorts, pushing them down her legs. “I want you so bad.”

Even then I didn’t know if she had in fact followed me to the secluded spot with any intentions other than talking. Of course my ego told me that this is what she had planned the whole time, but I don’t know that. Still, I have to admit I was a little surprised by her enthusiasm at this point. Not being one to miss an obvious sign or a fantastic opportunity though, I quickly spun on the seat and started to undo my own jeans. Barely had I gotten them down past my knees when Brandy, her shorts and panties now on the dash as well, was grabbing at my cock once more. This time she was able to get her fingers around it and she gripped it happily, her hand stroking the stiff member.

“Oohhh yes, John,” she sighed as she did this. “I want you inside of me. I want to feel your hard cock in my pussy.”

I looked at her and felt my own fever rising. She was sitting sideways with one foot on the floorboards and the other bent under her at the seatback. Her lovely tits hung there with the rock hard nipples standing straight out from her large areolas. Between her spread legs was a bald pussy shimmering slightly with her juices, its lips red and swollen. Her eyes were glued on my cock as she squeezed and tugged on the hard member.

With one of my own hands I reached out for the space between her legs. I stretched my fingers out and ran one of them from the bottom to the top of her slit before sliding it over and across her hard clit. With my other hand I cupped one of her tits, covering the front of it, rubbing her hard nipple with my palm.

“Oooohhhhhhhhh,” she sighed, her head falling back, her eyes closing.

While she continued to stroke me for a couple of minutes I continued to play with her pussy, feeling the wetness seep out and coat my finger. I placed my middle finger at her entrance and pushed it in to the second knuckle then rolled it around for a moment.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhh God,” Brandy whimpered, her hips jerking as I did this. “I want you inside of me, John. I want to feel your hard cock filling my pussy.”

With that she started to shuffle and move across the seat, pulling herself around and swinging her one leg over my lap so that she was straddling me. Reaching between her legs she grabbed my cock with both hands and gently squeezed it as she held her pussy mere inches above its tip.

Inside my pick-up this put even her short frame high up, her head against the roof, and she had to bend her neck forward to fit. Her hair fell down across her face and flowed in the air as she panted heavily above me. All of this put her tits directly in front of me and I reached out with both hands now, cupping the twin mounds at once and squeezing them as I rolled my fingers over the hard, red nipples.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” Brandy whimpered.

Slowly she lowered herself down, dropping her delicious cunt onto and past the tip of my throbbing cock, slowly enveloping the head of it. As it pressed into her, parting her lips and spreading her open, she released her hold on the member and placed her hands up onto my upper chest with her fingers once more curling over my shoulders. As she slowly descended, her damp cunt gradually swallowing my hard cock, she rolled her head back, her hair falling away loosely.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhh God yeeessssssssssssss,” she moaned happily.

My hands were full of her soft, fleshy tit mounds, my fingers and thumbs sliding back and forth over her nipples as I cupped and squeezed the beautiful orbs. I leaned forward and, holding one of her tits for myself, I dropped my lips down around the hard nipple, swishing my tongue over it several times as I suckled at it deeply. One of Brandy’s hands jumped from my shoulder to land on the back of my head. She pushed it forward as she pressed her chest out, stuffing her tit at my face and feeding me more of its milky flesh.

Brandy bottomed out, stuffing the full length of my cock inside of her, then held herself there for a minute as she slowly ground herself against me. I felt the wet juices of her snatch coating and slathering my throbbing cock, felt the walls and muscles rubbing and contracting around my circumference.

“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she whimpered.

After a few moments she slowly raised herself up until only the head of my cock was still inside of her, then proceeded along another painfully slow decent after which she ground herself into me a little longer. She did this a few more times, lifting her pussy along my cock at an incredibly slow pace before dropping back down and grinding. All the while I continued to suckle and lick at her tits, moving from one nipple to the other, güvenilir bahis while cupping and squeezing the beautiful mounds with my two hands.

“Ooohhhhhh yeessssss, John,” she moaned. “Suck my titties. Suck my titties while you fill my pussy with your hard cock. Your big, hard cock.”

She was breathing heavily, gasps of air panting past her open lips. Her eyes were closed, her head hanging back as she moaned and groaned.

Then she started to really ride herself onto my cock, her body lifting and dropping at a slowly increasing pace. She no longer ground herself against me but instead quickly jerked forward and backward once with each full insertion before rising up once more.

“Ooooooohhhhh, fuck me, John,” she panted and moaned. “Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your throbbing cock. Ooohhhh God yes, fuck me.”

I released her tit from my mouth and leaned back against the seat. I watched her as she happily rode my stiff cock, sliding it in and out of her pussy which was growing wetter with each thrust.

She was panting even more heavily now, her breath rushing past her lips as she moaned. Her head rolled on her shoulders, her hair flowing through the air. She humped her body up and down on my cock, driving it in and out, in and out of her pussy, jamming the length of it into her as she dropped harder and faster onto it. The jumping action made her tits roll beneath my hands as I continued to squeeze and massage them, my fingers tweaking and pulling at her hard nipples.

“Ooohhhh fuck me. Fuck me. Ooohhh God yes, fuck me,” she panted. “Ooohhh God yes. Fuck my pussy with your hard cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Her pace became rapid. She was throwing her body down onto my cock now, slamming her thighs into me as she stuffed the length of my cock into her pussy. A thin sheen of sweat coated her body and she was starting to moan more and more unintelligible words. It all effected me and I started to push my own hips at her, driving my rigid cock into her as she pushed herself down onto it.

Releasing her tits I dropped my hands to cup her ass cheeks, which I now began to squeeze and massage like I had her breasts. Our bodies were rocking together, pounding our sex parts into one another and driving the length of my hard cock into her wet snatch with a growing furry.

I leaned forward just a little so that my hands could reach further around, my fingers reaching for the split of her ass crack and into the wetness that her flowing juices were creating. My mind was thrilling at the encounter we were sharing but I had other things on my mind . . . Future things . . . And I wanted to lay some of the ground work.

“Ooohhhh, fuck me. Fuck me,” Brandy cried and moaned, her head starting to snap from side to side. “Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Her hips were a blur now as she jumped on my cock, driving and ramming it into her with increasing intensity, her orgasm reaching the edge and starting to teeter there. Her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth hung open, her hair flying crazily as she threw her head from side to side, back to front.

“Ooohhhh, fuck me. Fuck me. Ooohhhh God yes, fuck me.”

I felt a thick coating of her juices wet on my one forefinger and continued to slide it through the juices as my other fingers gripped and squeezed her ass cheeks.

“Aaahhhh-aaahhhh-aaahhh,” Brandy gasped as she slammed herself down hard and fast on my cock.

She froze then, all of her muscles growing tense. I felt her pussy contract around my cock, those muscles squeezing me as her orgasm started to explode.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh-ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned louder.

My own cock felt as though it was about to explode as well. Quickly I slid my forefinger across the crack of her ass to her brown sphincter and stuffed it into her asshole up to the second knuckle, rolling it around as I did. Upon my lap her hips jumped and jerked very rapidly as she bucked forward then back several times, her orgasm instantly being shot to new heights. On her chest her tits swayed and bounced heavily, the red, hard nipples delicious little blurs of sensitivity. Her nails dug into my shoulders.

“Ooohhhhhhhh-uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Brandy moaned out even louder, her head snapping back hard, her mouth falling wide open.

Her pussy muscles squeezed hard around my cock and jerked it crazily with her rapid humping actions. I felt my balls tighten and a second later my cock start to twitch as I shot my load of semen into her.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Brandy cried as the warm liquid splashed against her walls.

I continued to twist and roll my finger in her ass and she continued to hump and jerk atop me, her orgasm causing her to shake and quiver for several minutes.

When she did start to settle down her body relaxed and she sort of slumped against me, her head falling onto my shoulder, her face in the crook of my neck. I felt her breath panting against my skin and a great wash of juices seeping from her pussy to coat my crotch area.

Gently I removed my finger from her sphincter, delicately stroking the little opening a few times. Small, shivering quakes washed through Brandy as I did this and she moaned softly into my neck.

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Maria glanced up from her drink for the fifth time that night to find the same brown eyes on her, sending her smokey, inviting gazes. The pair of seductive eyes belonged to a sexy guy, surounded by a couple of friends who were laughing and joking along with him.

Maria gave herself a mental shake and looked away. He may be attractive, but she didn’t trust men right at that moment.

Maria had just broken up with her boyfriend and now her self-esteem was shot. Now she found herself in a nightclub with a few other girl friends and dancing the night away. She had just taken a break and was sitting by the bar. She tried to concentrate on the music, but she couldn’t. All she kept thinking about was Tony, her ex. His sweet smile, his soft lips, his eyes…and yet such a deceitful heart. All those months of her life she had given to him, and for what? A broken heart?

But it didn’t matter anymore. Right now, all that mattered was trying to lift her spirits up with a night out with just the girls.

Maria had spent extra care with her appearance this evening, wanting to look her absolute stunning best. She was dressed in a revealing skinny tank that stretched tantalizingly over her 32C cups. A short flirty skirt followed that just barely covered her ass. Usually she wouldn’t wear anything like this but just for tonight she made an exception.

Maybe a part of her wanted to run into Tony because she knew he frequented this particular club often. No! Maria gave herself another mental shake. Stop it, it’s over already.

Maria downed the rest of her drink and was just about to order another when she was interrupted.

“Hey, beautiful” a voice said, “I saw your pretty fine ass from across the room and just thought I should come over and say hello.”

Irritated, Maria swiveled around and gave a bored once over of a middle-aged man, dressed in a hideous maroon frilly shirt. He was short and balding. “No thanks.” She began to turn back around to get the bartender’s attention but the short man wasn’t so easily deterred.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” The man stepped forward and placed a sweaty palm on her arm and turned her around. Maria almost gagged on his repulsive breath.

“Get you’re disgusting hand off of me!” she demanded. She was becoming more alarmed by this outrageous behavior.

The desperate man angrily jerked at her arm, “Hey bitch–!”

Another voice stepped in. “I don’t think you heard the lady,” a deep voice said with authority. “She said let her go.”

Maria looked over and was canlı bahis shocked to see the guy that had been eyeing her a moment ago standing right next to her. She took a double take as she saw how much more sexier he was upclose.

He was at most 28, but looked younger and very attractive. His clothes were clean and his hair cut and face freshly shaven.

The short man immediately let go and stepped back timidly in the presence of the taller, more fit man. He backed up and quickly left.

“I’m sorry about that,” the guy said, drawing Maria’s attention back to him. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Ethan.”

Ethan had noticed this girl since almost the moment she walked in. He had been dying to talk to her all night but she looked too hot to be single. But now since the chance had presented himself, he did not regret it at all. My god was she stunning. From far away he thought she was beautiful, but now he could clearly see she was gorgeous.

She was about 5′ 7″ in heels. Her mocha brown hair was long and wavy, just barely skimming the top of her large breast that was nearly popping out of her tight top. Her shirt ran over her flat stomach and down into a skirt that hugged her hips and a nicely round ass.

But Ethan sensed a sort of untouchable innocence about her and it drew him to her even more. Her soft full lips were slightly drawn and her eyes held sadness in them.

Alright, Maria thought, I know I said that it would just be a girls night out but this guy was too tempting to let get away.

“I’m Maria.” She smiled tentatively. It had been a while since she had actually flirted. Truth was, she had only had 3 boyfriends at the age of 22. One was her highschool sweetheart. Then she had a couple great guys in college, although one of them turned out not so great…Tony, specifically.

Somehow the two found themselves sitting down at a table. It was slightly secluded, although they could still view most of the dance floor. Ethan had bought Maria and himself a drink and they were both sipping it.

“So what is a beautiful girl like yourself doing here without a guy?” Ethan asked in a slightly kidding tone.

Maria smiled briefly and glanced away. “Just enjoying myself,” she replied with a forced lightness in her tone. Then she smile brightly and said negligently, “a girl is allowed to have fun isn’t she?”

Ethan chuckled, “True.” Although he couldn’t help but note the slight tinge of sadness in his eyes. Must be problems with her significant other he guessed. kaçak iddaa “Boyfriend?” he asked.

Maria’s eyes widened momentarily as they fell on Ethan’s questioning eyes, thinking that he might be trying to move in on her. But instead she only saw concern.

“Well…yes,” she said quietly. “I think I will go now.” She moved to stand up.

“Wait,” Ethan said and placed a hand on hers. “Don’t go. That was rude of me and not my place to go there.”

A tingle of electricity raced up her arm from where Ethan was touching her. Maria paused.

“Please, take a seat? I promise I won’t bring it up again.”

Maria sat back down and resumed her sipping. “We broke up.” She finally said. Her gaze roved involuntarily to his lips and she couldn’t help but imagine them on hers. She looked down at his strong hands and her breath caught when she invisioned them on her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Ethan showed surprise at what he had just heard. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

Suddenly, Maria’s eyes locked onto his. “I’m not,” she said blandly. It took Ethan a moment to realize that Maria was now looking at his lips and felt a burst of desire. “Are you?” she asked innocently.

“No, I can’t say that I really am,” Ethan said.

Maria moved closer to him and smoothly placed her soft lips on his. He was on fire as she put her hands on his chest and moved them up to cup his head as she deepened the kiss. Ethan was losing his mind as he was being seduced by this temptress. Maria pulled back and it took Ethan a second to recover. Ethan was an expert kisser and pulled Maria into his arms so he could skillfully kiss her senseless as she had kissed him senseless. His hands moved over her shoulders and down her back to rest on her firm ass.

His other hand reached for her breast and he firmly cupped them in his big hand. Maria moaned as Ethan flicked her nipples with his thumb, making them harden and push against her bra.

Maria pulled back at that moment. “No!” she whispered. “What am I doing…” She looked as if she was about to stand up, but Ethan flicked her erect nipples again, eliciting another moan.

Ethan knew he should let her go, but it was obvious to both of them that she didn’t want to go. “Let me just kiss you then?”

Maria didn’t look at him, but she didn’t move either. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea…it’s just…I don’t know you! And…”

“I’m sorry,” Ethan apolegized. “I’ll just kiss you, and if you disagree with anything I do at any point, kaçak bahis you can leave. Deal?”

She stayed and Ethan took that as an assent. Ethan knew they were attracting some attention, which was uncomfortable for Maria, so he tried to be discreet.

Ethan placed a gentle kiss on her lips and slowly kissed her. Slowly, Maria leaned closer to him and he moved his arms around her slender body. One hand moved over her round ass and he just lightly cupped it and left his hand there. After a few drugging kissed, Ethan ventured out and moved his other hand over her breast and lightly squeezed her nipples until they were erect. Maria didn’t protest. Ethan took it a bit further and moved his hand down onto her thigh.

As Ethan kissed Maria, he moved his hand slowly up her thigh, moving closer and closer to her hot point. Maria began squirming in her seat and her legs parted.

Ethan lightly rubbed the outside of her panties and discovered her panties were soaked with pussy juices. His cock hardened in his pants.

Maria moaned softly as she felt two fingers move aside her panties and go inside her dripping pussy in one smooth stroke. She gasped and bucked her hips. “Oh, baby…” she moaned and closed her eyes as his large fingers began to thrust inside her sopping wet pussy. She squirmed as he fingerfucked her faster and harder.

Maria fought with all her strenght not to moan out loud. “Oh, please!” she begged, thrusting her hips against his fingers. “Don’t stop! Harder! Oh!”

“Damn, you’re so sexy,” Ethan whispered huskily in her ear. “You’re pussy is so wet and slick, I want to fuck you right now on this table.”

Maria nearly came when he said that. She gasped and moved her hips harder against his hand, ramming her pussy on his fingers. She could feel her pussy juices drip down one leg.

Ethan found her clit and began rubbing it with his thumb while still fingerfucking her. Maria gasped and fought down a scream. She grasped his arm to keep from screaming. “Oh god! I’m cumming! Ohh!” Her pussy throbbed as she came violently against his hand, her body shaking wildly. She moaned and moved her hips frantically against his hand as she kept cumming and cumming.

Her orgasm finally subsided and she weakly fell on Ethan. “Thank you,” she gasped, her breasts heaving with each breath.

He smiled and lightly rubbed her clit before pulling his fingers out of her gooey pussy. He licked his fingers and pulled Maria in for a deep kiss. “It was my pleasure,” he whispered, squeezing her ass.

Maria definitely didn’t want this night to end. She held him close and said, “Come over to my place? I want to give you some…ah, relief.” She deftly moved a hand down and wrapped her fingers around his straining cock.

Ethan smiled. “After you.”

To be continued…

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When Darren’s sister, Connie, came to him with the proposition, he didn’t know what to think. Exactly two minutes and nineteen seconds ago he was just a normal twenty-one year old kid from the suburbs of St. Louis. Now, he was staring at his sister’s face contemplating helping her seek revenge on a girl who picked on her in Chemistry class. Being an eighteen year old freshman in college was never easy as Darren remembered having to give his lunch money up a couple of times when he was a freshman. This girl in Connie’s Chemistry class, however, was beyond taking five bucks and laughing at her for it. She would spread rumors about Connie behind her back to everyone on campus. When Connie would walk down the halls the other girls would all stare and whisper to their friends. Still, what Connie was proposing was wrong on so many levels and definitely illegal.

“I don’t think I can do it Connie. What if we just fill her car up with shredded paper?” Doubt was beginning to creep into Darren’s thoughts.

Connie gave a frustrated sigh. Darren couldn’t help but take a quick glance at the cleavage coming from her tank top as her chest heaved up and down. “I was afraid you would say that. You are going to help me, Darren. I am going to bring that bitch of a whore Samantha over to our house tomorrow night and you are going to rape her.”

Darren sucked in air making a whistling noise through his front two teeth. “See when you say it that way. It really makes me not want to do it.”

Connie rolled her eyes. She bounced off Darren’s bed and straightened her tank top. Darren stole a glance again at her 34B breasts. He knew they were 34B because his mom made him do the family laundry on more than one occasion. Mom’s bra size was 36C. She twisted away from him and walked the couple of feet to Darren’s computer desk. If he wasn’t so busy ogling over her ass shaking in her pajama pants he would have stopped her before she opened the bottom right drawer. His secret drawer. She opened it and pulled out an innocuous looking unlabeled DVD, and held it up for Darren to see.

“This is why you will help me.” She had a coy smile on her face.

“What is that?” It didn’t look like any DVD he owned. All the special ones were locked away in his special drawer. He suddenly did a double take at his now opened special drawer. Oh shit, he thought.

“Maybe mom would like to see you putting a belt around your neck and choking yourself. Or maybe she would like to see the video of you masturbating to watching yourself hang?” She pretended to start walking towards the bedroom door.

“Bitch.” He hissed in anger and embarrassment that she knew what he did with the doors closed.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow night around 8pm then?” She threw the DVD on the desktop and walked out. Despite how angry he was at Connie blackmailing him, he couldn’t help but stare as each ass cheek sashayed from left to right in the tight fitting pajama pants.

He plopped his head on his pillow and felt his face turn red. I can’t believe she found those. I should have thrown them out. It took awhile for him to calm down, but when he finally did, images of his sister crept into his mind. She was really starting to blossom and she looked so sexy tonight with that tank top with no bra and those cute little cotton pajama pants. Darren dropped his hand below the covers and started to stroke his flaccid penis. The image of ripping his sister’s clothes off and fucking her from behind were making his heart race, but still his penis was flaccid. He gave up after a few minutes realizing it was useless without feeling of suffocation.

The next day at class Connie was dressed to kill. She wore some knee high black leather boots with a short jean skirt that was short enough her palms were longer than the edges of the skirt. The skirt also had a large hole on the side of her thigh showing even more leg than the already tiny skirt did. The blouse was a skin tight white button down number. The shirt was too tight for her large breasts and when she turned to the side boys could see through the gaps and get a good view of her lacy bra. She left the bottom buttons undone so her belly button showed on her well toned stomach. She also left the top two buttons undone, and had a small gold necklace run down the center of her cleavage just to attract even more attention to the area. She felt the horny college boy’s stares throughout the day but ignored them. There was only one thing on her mind today, and that was convincing Samantha Granger to come to her house tonight. After lunch it was Chemistry class, and Connie knew this was her time to shine. There was Samantha sitting at her lab table, and Connie sat down next to her.

“Hey twerp this isn’t your seat.” Samantha didn’t even look in Connie’s direction.

“I know. Just listen to me. I need your help.” Connie tried to sound desperate.

Samantha still didn’t look up from her textbook. “And why would I help a stupid Freshman?” She sounded disgusted even saying the word Freshman.

“I’m türkçe bahis having a party tonight. I need help decorating, and I wanted your expert advice since I know you throw the best parties.” Connie oozed with fake adoration for her.

Samantha chuckled again still refusing to look Connie in the eye. “It’s a freshman party buy some wine coolers and hold it in a basement. Not that hard.”

Connie faked a sigh for emphasis. “It’s just that James will be there, and since you weren’t going to help me with the party maybe then he’d notice me instead of you. Especially since I’m prettier than you today.”

“James Wilson? The star of the football team James?” Samantha sounded interested now.

“The one and only. I hear he likes blondes, but I’m hoping I can sway him to my raven hair.”

“That’s bullshit. I’d get him much easier than.” Samantha stopped short before whimpering out a “you” when she saw what Connie was wearing.

“If you help me with this party. I’ll make sure he notices only you tonight.” Connie smiled sweetly as if she actually cared about a party that would never happen.

Samantha glared knowing her only option at James was to help Connie. “Fine. What time?”

Connie gave her the time, and afterwards she left to sit at her table exhaling deeply when she sat down. Now for the fun part she smiled a big toothy smile.

“How is this supposed to work again?” Darren was still trying to figure out how he wasn’t going to be arrested.

“The same way you are so willing to commit a felony sweetie!” Connie pinched his chin and shook his jaw back and forth before taking a long look at his crotch. “I just hope you can work tonight.”

“That’s weird too. That you’d be watching me you know have sex.” He started to blush.

“I watched you masturbate on video. I think I can handle seeing you fuck a whore for me.” She replied sweetly.

The doorbell rang. It was game time. Connie shoved Darren back into the hallway closet and reminded him to wait until she called for him. He nodded his head and then watched her ass in the jean skirt saunter towards the front door.

Connie answered the door and Darren watched as Samantha took a step in. “Have you even started planning at all? Oh boy James is not going to stay more than a few minutes in a drab house like this.” Samantha did sound like a bitch to Darren. Her body however, was a different story. He had seen her walking around campus a few times, but she was a sophomore so he didn’t pay attention to her too much. He was paying attention to her tonight though. Her curly blonde hair hung lightly over her shoulders. She was wearing a skin tight black lacy tank top which didn’t even make it past her belly button. Her breasts barely stayed in the top, and in fact when she moved too fast the bra would begin to show and she would have to readjust. She looked about a C cup, but Darren assumed his mind was playing tricks on him because there was no way a nineteen year old could have such large tits. The jean shorts she wore looked like they were painted on. He saw the outline of her cell phone in the front pocket. Her legs were nicely tanned and thick enough to leave no looseness at the end of the shorts, and the thick muscled legs ran unabated all the way down to the black sandals.

“Listen. We need to talk. Please sit down on the couch.” Connie directed Samantha to sit.

Samantha looked confused, but followed anyway. “What’s this about?”

Connie and Samantha faced each other with their knees slightly touching. Connie grabbed Samantha’s hand which was resting on her own thigh. “I’m going to need you to get naked so I can take pictures of you in compromising situations.”

Samantha jerked her hand back. “What the fuck? I’m not lesbian. You’re a sick bitch you know that? I can’t wait till everyone hears about this.” She jumped off the couch and gave one last disgusted look at Connie before taking a step towards the door. The one step was as far as she got.

“I know you cheated on the GRE for grad school.” Connie stated calmly looking at her fingernails to see if any had broken.

Samantha stopped cold in her tracks. “What did you say?” She sounded furious.

“I know when the moderator came you took him aside in the men’s bathroom and sucked his dick so he would give you the amount of time you needed to look up the answers.” She gave a tight lipped smile to Samantha.

“What do you want?” She seethed.

“I told you. You need to start taking off your shirt right now and we’ll go from there.” Connie pulled a camera out from the side of the couch.

“You bitch.” Samantha nearly spat the words out.

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.” Connie chuckled.

Samantha brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. Darren only saw from the back as Samantha was facing the couch, but even her back was tanned and sexy. Then Darren saw Samantha reach behind her back and unclasp iddaa siteleri the bra letting it drop to the ground. Darren wished he was on the couch now. You’re time will come. He said to himself. Connie’s eyes glowed upon seeing Samantha’s pert young breasts flop out of the bra.

“Squeeze the nipples. I need them hard.” She directed as she clicked the camera. Samantha did as she was told until they hardened. “Now the shorts.” Connie instructed.

Samantha didn’t make a noise as she unbuttoned and unzipped the jean shorts. Connie saw the top of the white panties, and Darren saw the top string of the thong appear as she slid them down her thighs. The camera continued to click. The shorts dropped to her feet, and she kicked them off towards the couch. Darren took in the whole ass, and wondered how one fifteen year old could have such an amazingly round ass as that.

“Panties too.” Connie pointed smiling a devilish smile.

Samantha stared in disbelief for only a few seconds before hooking her fingers into the thin elastic band, and started to pull them down as well. When they fell to her ankles she kicked the thong off to the side by the couch. Connie smiled broadly, and continued to take pictures of her nude body. Samantha didn’t try to cover up, but just stood there allowing it to happen.

“Stick your fingers in your pussy.” Connie pointed to her shaved vaginal lips.

“What?” Samantha sounded shocked.

“Stick your fingers in your pussy and fucking finger yourself. You dumb bitch!” Connie screamed angrily at Samantha not following her orders.

“Ok. Ok.” Samantha sounded scared but her fingers reached her labia and pulled the two soft lips apart with her right index and middle finger. The pink insides glistened. The camera clicked again. She took her left index finger inserted into her vagina, and started working it back and forth, in and out.

“Oh yeah! That’s hot!” Connie squealed in delight. “Ok now go over to the armrest of the couch and lean over it so your head is facing me on the couch.”

Samatha looked around, and started walking towards the other side of the couch. She stood on the outside of the couch and leaned over. Her stomach made a squeaking noise as it rubbed against the leather. Samantha had her arms draped in front of her with her hands near Connie’s feet as Connie had adjusted to face Samantha. With Samantha’s face buried in the couch cushions Connie beckoned Darren out of the closet with her hand and waited giggling with excitement.

Darren quietly slid the closet door open and walked to the edge of the couch where Samantha’s gorgeous round ass was curled over the armrest. He saw the white outline of her thong contrast against her tanned cheeks and thighs. Connie watched her brother stare at Samantha, and he had already taken his shirt of sometime while he was in the closet. I don’t remember him having such great abs, she thought with a little lust. Then she watched Darren hook his gym shorts with his fingers and drop his shorts. As his eight inch semi flaccid prick bounced out of confinement, Connie gasped. The video certainly didn’t give his penis justice. Not only was it long, but it was immensely round as well. The circumcised head seemed to beckon for attention, which she willingly gave it.

Darren positioned himself behind Samantha and tried to talk to his penis to get hard. Come on don’t sit there. I can’t fuck if you’re flat. He had a flashback to the first time he ever had sex. He was fourteen, and he was with Shelly oh what was her last name, didn’t matter now. She had little nubs of tits and a wispy haired pussy. He impaled her with reckless abandon until she cried for him to stop saying he was hurting her. He didn’t stop though until he came inside her. She left his room crying, and she never spoke to him again.

It was at that moment Samantha felt something touch her ass. It was Darren’s hand as he rubbed her ass crack. Samantha’s head bolted up and she started to squirm. “Who is that? I’m done I’m not staying anymore. You tell the school I cheated.” She tried to sound angry, but mostly it came out sounding scared.

Connie grabbed her arms and pinned them to the couch cushions. “You’re not going anywhere darling.” She hissed into Samantha’s ear.

Samantha’s legs started to kick at Darren’s shins, and he grabbed her legs to hold them steady. As she struggled he liked the feeling of capturing something like she was a prized animal from a hunt. He was in control now, and she was going to do as he said. His cock suddenly sprang to the full eight inch rod, and he jammed it into her pussy. Samantha apparently did not find this event as exciting as he did as she was very dry. He spread her legs around his waist and tried again. He went a little farther in, but without some lubrication this was going to be a tough field to plow. He enjoyed the challenge though. Again he poked, and again she screamed in pain. Her legs were thrashing about, but he had a strong grip on them, deneme bonusu veren siteler so it was to no avail. On the fourth jab, something broke free and a warm liquid surrounded his dick, making it slick enough for him to slide all the way to the hilt of his penis. Samantha cried out a long agonizing shriek, as he filled her cunt with his manmeat. Exhausted and defeated her head slumped down on the couch and her legs didn’t move anymore. Darren continued to pound away and for a little while all that could be heard in the living room was the slapping of his balls against her skin.

“Please stop!” Samantha cried out to Connie with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her head was bouncing slightly from the fucking she was receiving. Connie didn’t pay attention to her. She was too busy staring at Darren working her ass like an exercise machine. “I’ll pay you. Whatever you want.” Samantha let out another painful scream as Darren gave an extremely forceful stroke.

Connie suddenly looked down at Samantha’s makeup and tear stained face. “I don’t want money! I wanted you to be nice to me in class. I wanted you to not tell the other girls I was a lesbian slut. I wanted you to not tell James I had Gonorrhea.” Connie paused for a few seconds as it all sunk in for Samantha. Her head still bobbed in rhythm to the slapping noises of her brother fucking her from behind. He was a machine, Connie thought in wonder. “I wanted you to be my friend.”

Samantha started to bawl. Large tears streamed down her face. “Please I beg you. He’s hurting me.”

Darren smiled when she said that. He was fascinated watching her large ass push in as he drove his dick into her pussy and spring back into shape as he withdrew. He smacked her ass with a wonderful slap, and continued with his thrusting. She squirmed one last feeble attempt at escape, and this brought him over the edge.

“I’m coming.” He moaned as his head shot upwards, and he closed his eyes in ecstacy.

“Not in her!” Connie shouted, which brought Darren down from his high a little out of the shock of her voice. “No, come on her face.”

Darren withdrew and didn’t notice the red stuff dripping from her vagina and running down the inside of her leg. When he positioned himself over her face he started stroking his penis with his hand. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face back for a good target. It was then he noticed the blood on his penis and now on his hand. He shrugged and continued to jerk off. Finally he felt his balls tighten and release as a sticky stream of white semen erupted from the slit in the head of his penis. It traveled the few inches to her cheek and stuck like a spitball to a window. Just as the first load started to dribble down her cheek, the second stream hit her squarely on her tightly closed mouth. The third and final stream hit her in her right eye startling her enough to make her head jerk. With nothing left, Darren released his grip on her head and loosened his strained muscles. Samantha started to wail and cry again, and when she did her mouth opened allowing his sperm to drip into her waiting mouth.

“You’re done now. Go home and remember this day for the rest of your life as the day you could have prevented if only you weren’t such a stuck up bitch.” Connie patted Samantha’s head.

Darren looked at his bloodied hand. Wow. I caused that. He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked her blood. It tasted metallic and salty. However, there was a definite female scent to it which excited him. While Darren was doing this Samantha had grabbed her shorts and hurriedly put on her tank top. When Samantha had run out of the house crying, Connie turned to her brother.

“And you did phenomenal big brother!” Connie said staring at his still hard prick.

“Thanks. Now I have to get this blood off.” He replied and started wiping it off with the shirt he had retrieved from the closet.

“She left these for you.” Connie laughed as she flung Samantha’ thong like a rubber band hitting him in the face.

He smiled back at her. “Thanks. I’ll keep these in my special drawer.”

“You seemed to be enjoying that a lot for someone being blackmailed.” Connie said sitting on the couch and Darren standing a few feet away.

“Yeah it was exciting. I kinda liked it. You think she won’t tell the police?”

“There is no way she will. First the embarrassment of it all will keep her quiet, and she wants to go to Princeton Law School too bad to risk losing it.”

“Then I really liked it.” Darren smiled slightly.

“Do you like it enough to do it again?” Connie questioned.

“As long as they are hot like her. Yeah. I’d do it again.”

Connie noticed his penis had gone flaccid from the talking, and there was still a large bubble of semen on the end of his tip. “So I see there are three things which get you hard.” She whispered into his ear drawing close to him. “Suffocation, Control, and,.” She paused as she grabbed his dick which immediately sprung to life. “Incest.” Then she wiped the semen off and licked it from her finger with a satisfactory moan as the salty taste hit her tongue. With that she quickly turned away and started to walk towards her bedroom giving one last glance over her shoulder as he cleaned his penis of Samantha’s blood with a stunned look on his face.

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