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“Come on man, it’s just a Halloween party. You’ll be in a costume. Not one person will ever even know that you’re there.”

Ray Arden, my longtime friend and roommate here at FSU always had an angle or scam to get into a party or event that was being held within social circles that we didn’t normally run with. The Halloween Party in question, was being thrown by one of the bigger sororities and their parties were always said to be epic events.

“I can’t buddy. Like the Dean’s committee said last month, I’m on “Double Secret Probation”, and that’s at least until the end of the semester. Maybe longer, if my review doesn’t go well.” The powers that be, stole that line from Animal House, but it seemed to work for them.

At the start of the school year, I had been caught selling a series papers and assignments to freshman. Due to my grades and otherwise clean record, the specially assigned committee allowed me to stay, as long as I made financial restitution to all those that I sold papers to and agreed to stay out of trouble, and trouble according to them included attending parties.

“Bullshit. How many times do I have to tell you, no one will know that your there and I can’t go unless I bring a wingman, they said so.”

“Really buddy, I’d love to help you out and you know it, but I can’t risk the pending disciplinary action.”

“Fuck that shit. I promise you. We’ll get cool costumes, and no one will know who we are. There will be some topnotch girls there. Be a pal.” Ray wasn’t even close to giving up on this one.

“Yeah, that reminds me. Why were you invited? That sorority tends to go for the all-pro jock type, not the nerdy type like you and me, if you can convince me to go.”

“We’re not nerds you fucking dick, we’re jocks.”

“Tennis. We’re on the tennis team, Ray. That does not make us jocks.”

“Yeah, but we’re fuckin good. Ranked number one and two, buddy. One and two.”

“Okay. But you’re also the president of the FSU Magic Card Club and that, in anyone’s books, equals nerd.”

“It’s a cool club, so go fuck yourself.” Ray tossed the remote to me and flopped backward onto his bed. The silent treatment was his form of sulking and it has been since we met more than fourteen years ago.

“Tell you what. You get the costumes. If they’re cool enough that I don’t think that I’ll get busted, I’ll go, but only if I don’t feel like I’ll get busted.”

“You’re my bitch Garrett, you’re my bitch.” Ray always perked up when he got his way. Usually I would have made him sulk for a few days before giving in, but I had a couple of important tests coming up and a rather large assignment that was due, so I needed him out of my hair.

“Yeah, that’s me Reid Garrett, Ray Arden’s bitch.”

The next two weeks went as expected, Ray ranting and raving about the difficulty of getting us suitable costumes. At one point he asked if I would be agreeable to going as Fozzie Bear to his Kermit the Frog. He knew the answer before he asked, but at that point, he was grasping at straws.

It wasn’t until the Thursday before the party that two boxes appeared via UPS. Ray’s brother-in-law worked somewhere in Hollywood and had some sort of wicked connection, so he was able to procure us a couple of legit costumes.

“Boba Fett, called it.” Ray looked like a kid in a candy store when he held up the mask. The other costume was an Imperial Stormtrooper and any other time, there would have been a fistfight to be him, but not tonight.

“No way buddy, you’re the man in white or you’re going by yourself. Take it or leave it.”

In his trademarked fashion, Ray tossed the mask down and flopped on his bed. “You know what Garrett? You can be a real cunt when you want to be.”

“Yeah, I can, but I’ll be the cunt dressed as Boba Fett.”

In the majority of my classes on Friday, the main topic of conversation was the large number of parties that were being thrown on and around the campus. Rumors abounded about the goings on at several of the different frats and sororities. The one that caught my attention was the Omega party that Ray and I would be going to.

Apparently, it was a sorority-members only party. The beautiful young ladies of this particular organization would invite the biggest nerd that they could find and try to win some sort of coveted prize. From the word on the street it was a Beauty and the Beast party, or in this case, maybe a Beauty and the Nerd. Fucking great. It bothered me that Ray would be disappointed when he found out the reason he was invited, but like I had been with Ray, so many times in the past, I was wrong.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m still going. Ainsley Taylor invited me. Man have you ever seen that chick up close? She’s smokin hot. Ainsley man. Fucking Ainsley Taylor.”

“Ray, I get it man. I honestly do, but you were invited as the punchline to a bad joke. If you don’t show, the jokes on them. No shame. Look, we’ll hang out here and play some Duty, have a couple of beers.”

“No. No way. I’m going and I don’t kartal escort give a fuck.”

“Ray you were invited because of your nerd status.”

“You were invited too.”

“Yeah, by you. Look, we’re nerds, but we’re cool nerds. People like us because we help them out of jams with schoolwork and because we play tennis and because we occasionally get into a little trouble, but at the end of the day, we’re still nerds no matter how we look at it.”

Ray took a few seconds to ponder my words. I could smell the wheels turning so fast in his head that it smelled like something was on fire. I wasn’t expecting any grand revelation, but Ray was deep in thought. When he finally spoke, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

“Come on Reid. I need this man. I don’t care why I was invited. I was invited. I’ll risk being the laughing-stock at school if it gives me even a five percent chance to stick my dick in Ainsley and I need you to have my back. I’ll owe you forever.”

“Have your back? I always have your back, but I think that we might be in over our heads on this one buddy. I’m telling you. They only want us there because we’re fucking nerds. Maybe it’s some kinda sick perverted thing that they’re into.”

“Precisely. Fucking nerds. Reid did you even hear yourself? What if they are sick and perverted. What if by some strange chance, they want to fuck a nerd? How bad would that be for us? I hate to keep repeating himself, but you have seen Ainsley, right? Her friends are almost as hot as she is.”

“Yeah, buddy. I’ve seen her.” Taylor was one of the biggest stuck-up bitches on the face of the earth, let alone the FSU campus. She was a Southern Belle that came from money and loved to show it off. To her, the rest of mankind were peons. She walked around campus with a horde of minions following and mimicking her every move.

“Say it Reid. Please. For the love of God and all the holy pussy in the world, say it.” Begging had never been beneath my friend.

I knew better. It would be like walking into a shit storm, but I couldn’t let him do it alone. “Yeah,you dumb fuck. I’ll go, but when I get tossed outta school and am flat broke for the rest of my life, you’ll have to explain to your kids why Uncle Reid lives in the basement.”

Halloween parties and alcohol, bring out the best and worst of party goers. My personal favorites are the girls that get to dress up as slutty as they want. They show off more skin than if they were at the beach and no one says a thing. Tits and asses hanging out everywhere. And the nerds, don’t even get me started on the nerds. Just like Ray and I, we get to walk around like we just stepped out of a Star Wars movie and normally no one will mock us. But tonight, I have to admit, Ray’s brother-in-law really out did himself with these costumes, they’re top notch.

“Are you sure that we’re not supposed to bring anything? Drinks? Anything?”

“Listen to me. Ainsley said just to show up. The only thing that was a must, was to wear a costume that completely showed anonymity.”

“Well young Stormtrooper, you are as anonymous as shit.”

“Fuck you. You know that I called Boba first.” Ray chuckled but threw in a “Prick” just to let me know that he still felt jilted by the costume arrangements.

The Omega sorority house was a huge old southern manor that had housed a century of privileged girls during their college years. It was on a street that was lined with large Cyprus trees and not far from our dorm room. Luckily the October nights temperature was cool enough to keep us from sweating our nuts off in the confines of the plastic suits.

We waited on the front stairs as the other invited guests were escorted into the foyer of the house. When Ray and I reached the plateau, a southern belle dressed in a princess gown and an opera mask, asked us a couple of questions.

“Were you gentlemen invited tonight?” “Can you see well enough to read the rules on this sheet?” When we agreed with a “Yes” to both of her questions, she gave a simple, “Splendid” and handed us a sheet of paper and directed us toward the bar.

The room was full of sorority sisters. Each was dressed in similar gowns and each wore masks that hid their identities. It would appear that they wanted to be as unknown to us as they wanted us to be unknown to them.

Rules of engagement lined the paper. They were fairly straight forward,and well laid out. No names. No excessive talking. No questions.And the number one rule, no exposed faces.

At 9:00pm sharp, the doors to the ballroom were closed and the master of ceremonies took over.

“Gentlemen, and if I dare say so, Ladies. Welcome to our 42nd annual Halloween Ball. Gentlemen the rules are simple, if they are not followed, you will be removed from the premises. Please enjoy a glass of punch. Mingle and dance, because when the clock strikes ten, we will hand out the numbers and spin the wheel.”

The lights lowered and the music started to thump off of the walls. “What the fuck Ray? What kinda kartal otele gelen escort sick shit did we get ourselves into?” Ray looked around the room but remained silent.

“Ray, did you do a head count? There has to be forty of us nerdy fuckers in here and at least seventy of those chicks dressed up like princesses. It doesn’t add up.”

“Shut up Reid. Do the math. It’s just better odds for us to get laid brother.” Ray was always the eternal optimist of the group.

There was music and snacks, but it resembled a grade eight mixer. Equal numbers of girls on one side of the room, with the boys on the other. Everyone was a bunch of wallflowers. It seemed as though none of the guys knew each other with the exception of Ray and I. The girls on the other hand did know each other, but they weren’t talking.

Ten o’clock couldn’t have come soon enough. With the lights brought up, a set of doors was opened and four of the belles wheeled in what appeared to be a Las Vegas style Roulette table. While they prepared the table, the Master of Ceremonies once again took over the microphone.

“The Bewitching hour is upon us. Gentlemen, in an orderly fashion please go over to the board and remove an envelope. Inside there will be a number. That will be your lucky or maybe, unlucky number for the evening. When one of the ladies spins the wheel and the ball falls upon your number, she will be yours to do with as you wish, until the clock strikes midnight.”

Sounds of ohs and ah’s came from the crowd of guys surrounding me. If they were lucky enough to get laid tonight, I would guess that for most, it might be the first time.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen. Before the first spin, I must inform you that things may not be exactly as they appear. Tonight, some of the young ladies that are trying to enter this hallowed sorority and others that are trying to maintain their status, are and have been, shall we say, bad girls.”

This brought a series of giggles from those Belle’s that weren’t on the front lines on spinning the wheel and Ray elbowed me in the side when he heard the words, “bad girls”.

We both knew enough to know that we had walked into some sort of sorority hazing. These girls lacked self-respect. They needed something from us, so they would do almost anything to get it, so that they could join this bullshit group.

“Gentlemen please. The problem is that within our group of thirty-eight bad girls, yes one girl for each of the slots on the table, there are issues. Some are clean and proper, some are currently experiencing their menstrual cycle, some have been instructed not to have bathed for the past week and two or more, as I am told are awaiting results from an STD test. The rules are quite simple, you can leave now and miss the opportunity to have your way with a Belle that is normally well beyond your reach, or you can stay and follow the instructions that you will be given, to the fullest. If you do not, your costume will be removed and you will be placed on the street, naked, to find your way home.” The once happy moans of the horde of nerds, had rapidly turned into groans of despair, but surprisingly not one of us assholes left and the room was buzzing with anticipation.

The 38 sisters lined up and one by one made their way toward the wheel. The croupier spun the wheel for the first time and the games had begun.

The third girl in line was a tall brunette with her dark brown hair pulled back into a French braid. Like the others, her facial features were covered by a mask, but her pale blue gown showed some curves and a little cleavage. The young lady called out the number to the room when the wheel stopped. In a voice that crackled with fright we heard, “Red nine.”

Ray was excited and disappointed all at the same time. The young lady that called his number appeared to be hot, but she was most certainly not Ainsley Taylor.

As nonchalant as possible Ray strolled over to her side, grabbed her hand and headed down the same hall as those before him.

The line started to dwindle, and the empty slots in the wheel were starting to dwindle, I was one of the last five standing. A red-haired princess approached the wheel and when the ball landed, she looked up at her peers that were leading this circus and called out the number with far more confidence than those before her. “Black twenty-two”. That was me. I had been summoned. When I didn’t move as fast as my princess had desired, she called out again. “Black twenty-two. You’re up.”

The four remaining dudes behind me chuckled but, the girl with the red hair didn’t seem to be winning any points with the sisters that were watching her.

When I grabbed her hand into mine, I found that my princess had a sweat lined the palm. For someone that sounded confident, she sure felt nervous.

We walked down the hall in silence under the watchful eye of The Sisters of Anarchy Sorority. Who in their right mind would pimp out their pledges for sport? Better yet, who would kartal eve gelen escort allow themselves to be pimped out just to conform and fit in with a group of psychos? Did being a member of this sorority look that good on a resume?

My so-called princess had a room to herself. It was small, but filled with a twin bed, a desk with a fairly state of the art computer and gaming system. Along with that, there was a small wall mounted television, a Lazy Boy chair and headphones. It would appear that she had everything that she needed.

In her room she looked every bit the part of a princess. Her hair was flaming red and tied back into a series of braids just like the girl Ray had gone off with. From the waist of her pink chiffon dress, she appeared to be small and tightly put together, while her bosom showed signs of what might be classed as ample. She stood tall and proud and what intrigued me the most was her neck. As weird as it sounds, it was long and thin and had great, soft lines.

“Make yourself at home.” Her voice was softer that when she spoke in the ballroom.

With every intention of just waiting until midnight to depart, I decided by play along.

“So, may I ask which are you, mid-cycle, unwashed or dripping with an STD?” Behind her mask I could almost feel her cocking her eyebrows.

“Well pity your misfortune, I’m all of the above.

“Holy shit. And I thought that this party wasn’t going to be any fun.” My comment brought a snort and a laugh from my princess in pink.

Even with the laugh, there was still an uneasy feeling in the room. Neither us was making a move, nor were we eager to strike up a conversation. Glancing around I noticed that this young lady may not having been totally prepared for the night. If she had, she probably would have hidden the pictures that showed her face.

I recognized her immediately. It was something that started with an “S”. I had sold her an assignment. She was having a lot of problems and had ran out of time. I remember that she, Sharon, no, but something like that, cried when she found out that I got busted. But she didn’t have to worry, because under oath, I swore that I had never met any of the purchasers face to face, which was an outright lie.

“So, am I allowed to ask why you are doing this?” Again, for some reason I felt like she was cocking her eyebrow at me.

“Guess that I could ask you the same thing, right?”

“Probably, but I’m just a lowly nerd. Isn’t it supposed to be an honor to be in the graces of your fine sorority?” Again, she snorted when she laughed. Susan? Maybe. Shannon. Maybe not.

“Oh yeah. I bet that you feel honored. I thought that all you nerd guys were smart.”

“Who told you that. Normally, we’re more cautious than smart. Being here with a menstruating, chlamydia carrying, unbathed, dirty girl, wouldn’t classify me as smart in anybody’s books. Nor would it say that I’m very cautious.” The third snort and laugh came from her as she turned and opened a small bar fridge.

“You want a beer or a White Claw?”

“No, but I’ll take one of those waters.” Sarah. That’s it. Sarah something. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I remembered her as being very pretty. Lots of freckles that accented her deep red hair. I recall her being witty, yet distraught when we met.

“Both my sisters belonged to this bullshit sorority. They’re twins and were queens among the queens of this place. My mother was also a sister many moons ago. I had no intentions of even coming to this damn school, but it’s a family tradition you know.” She seemed to be less than enthused about what was happening in her life. “Anyway, I resisted their pressures to fit in and conform and here I am. If I don’t fuck an absolute stranger and show them a condom full of cum, I’m out.”

“Maybe you should resist some more. Show them you will not be a conformist. Instead, you should go out there and show them a mouth full of cum. Show them that you’re the boss.” No laughs this time, but a long series of snorts and a curled finger trying to cover her nose.

“Clean, by the way. Because of my family tree and legacy here at this institution, I at least get to be one of the clean girls.”

“Well lucky you or perhaps lucky me if we take this any further.” I’m sure that she cocked her eyebrow this time.

“Look Boba, I know that in your world, sex between those not married is immoral, but here in the real world, it’s what helps us keep our good standing in a sorority. So, if you’re game, I’m receptive to the idea of some premarital copulation.”

Wait. What? Who’s the nerd here? This girl just made a Boba Fett reference. She pulled a line that Princess Leia said to him, out of thin air.

I wasn’t about to give in so easy. Oh yeah, I wanted to have sex with this girl, she is an absolute stone-cold fox, but I also liked the idea of stringing her along.

“What’s in it for me?” No snort, but there was a laugh.

“You’re kidding, right? I guess that it’s almost everyday that you get to bang a sorority girl, with no consequences or no questions asked.”

“What? You don’t know. Maybe I’m a star on the football team, and just a nerd in disguise for Halloween. What if you end up getting tossed out? Then I’ve wasted my time banging an ex-sorority girl. What glory comes from that?”

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** Please read my disclaimer as part of my biography for a better understanding of this story.

Diana Ross was, and still is, a world wide, multi-million selling record artiste. She conquered the world in the 1960’s as part of Mowtown’s all girl group ‘The Supremes’ and then cemented her world domination as a solo artiste in the 70’s and 80’s notching up a string of best selling singles and albums around the globe. However, it was one of her lesser known singles that would be the catalyst for one of my most amazing and yet highly controversial romantic affairs I’d ever had. The song in question was a relatively minor success in the US, however, way back during the late summer of 1971 it reached the no. 1 spot in the UK charts for four weeks. Much later it would be subject to a then, customary, remix which seemed all the rage back in the early 90’s that earned it a place just outside the top 20.. which is where I guess Isobel must have known it from – either that or from her parents who were, presumably, big Diana Ross fans. Either way she was well aware of the song, in particular the lyrics within, and used it to devastating effect.

The aforementioned controversy surrounding my affair with Isobel stems from the fact that not only was she sixteen years my younger but that she also happened to be my best friend’s niece. She was born to my friend’s (Anthony) sister in London. That same summer I had finally concluded my final year of school. My exams were a soon distant memory and I could concentrate on the more serious side of being a young, naïve sixteen year old that being football and dreaming about girls! As that endless summer wore on Anthony received an invite from his sister to spend a week down in London with her so that he could meet the new addition to his family. As we were really close friends he invited me to come down as well and after clearing it with my parents it was not long before we had bussed our way the 120 miles or so to the capital and were accepted into the home of Anthony’s sister and Brother-In-Law. It was here I first met Isobel. She was not more than a few weeks old and was wrapped up in all manner of layers. She was pinkish red, wrinkly and generally slept a lot. I even got to hold her for a short while whilst her mother hovered anxiously beside me, nervously hot footing to and fro, arms poised at the ready in case I dropped her. However, way back then, I was a rather awkward, shy teenage boy with no experience of life whatsoever and young babies held little interest to me and so within a short while the novelty on the new born baby girl, for both myself and Anthony, had worn off and soon we were engulfed in a weeks worth of adventure travelling into the big city for the first time.

Within a week or so we were safely ensconced back in our relative homes and the memory of Isobel disappeared into the confusing morass of emotion that makes up a teenagers mind coupled with the dawning of the age of responsibility looming large on the horizon. After all, my exam results were due and I had been accepted into the local college. Life just simply moved on.

As the years passed I met Isobel very infrequently. Even as a child, though, she was a very ‘opinionated’ and incredibly smart girl. On the few occasions we did meet (usually birthday parties where she and her mother would travel north to visit) she would be argumentative and loud. We (that is, myself, Anthony and a few other close friends) used to rib her mercilessly and poke fun out of her because we knew she had a propensity to react with gusto!

At Anthony’s 21st birthday party she had grown into a very precocious 6 year old. Well able to argue with any of the lads there and would actively seek us out to remonstrate quite loudly when she felt she was getting picked on through our playful jibes. Her face would burn a pale iridescent pink, anger etched on her brow as waves of her fury would dash futilely upon the rocky cliffs of our derision. Each remonstration prompting more tongue in cheek taunts until eventually we would get a scolding from her mother for taking things too far and winding her up.

Many years had passed and as time moved on Anthony announced that he was getting married. We were both in our mid thirties by this time. I myself was married with two very young children and was given the honour of being best man at the wedding.

Isobel had been chosen as one of the Bridesmaids and it became apparent to myself and all my friends what a transformation had taken place since we had last seen her. Gone was the loud, obnoxious child of pre-adolescence, the gangly awkward teenager had long been vanquished to be replaced by a stunning beauty not more than 20 years of age. She was a full grown woman, and everyone who hadn’t seen her for a number of years remarked on the fact. Now at this point I should mention that my interest in Isobel was purely an avuncular one. She was my best friend’s niece and any thoughts escort bayan beyond that were quickly dispelled from my mind. Yes, she was stunning – she had the darkest of brown hair, almost black, that cascaded about her shoulder in waves. She was taller than average and her figure was accentuated by the manner at which the bridesmaids dress was designed – nipped in at the waist, long but straight to the feet. Not one of those awful meringue designs that made poor unfortunate girl look like a toilet ornament. The shoulders were sleeveless and a plunging neckline left very little to the imagination for a girl with the fuller cleavage that she possessed. Her eyes were as dark as her hair, deep and rich and would capture your attention the instant your gaze met them leaving you lost amid the brooding smouldering look she could give you, to devastating effect. I think above all, it was her smile for me that highlighted her beauty. It was quick, easy and warm at the same time but was in no way false. The kind of natural smile that richly compliments a person’s features and can at once captivate you and yet put you off guard in the same breath.

At the time she had a boyfriend and I couldn’t help but think that he was a lucky fella, but as I have mentioned before my intentions were purely innocent seeing as who she was, but it didn’t stop me and my friends who had seen her grow up, continue where we had left off and before long the jocular but gentle provocation had begun.

It soon became apparent that the loud, argumentative and opinionated side was actually still there, just hidden just under the surface of her personality. A few drinks later and the playful jibes in her direction soon scratched away the thin veneer of decorum to elicit some payback of her own. She was quite clearly as sharp as a whip. Each clumsy, denigrating insult was deftly parried with ease and returned with the skill and artistry of a master. Clearly she was more than a match for our half hearted semi-drunken jibes and had done a lot more growing up than we had given her credit for. It was all done in good faith with tongues firmly planted in cheek but it was clear that we had all underestimated her and that she was quite a force to be reckoned with.

As the day wore on however I found myself absent-mindedly looking in her direction. Without realising it I would seek her out amongst the crowds of people jostling for position to get to the bridal party. As there were only four bridesmaids and the fact that she was taller than average it made my life easier to locate her, usually smiling and laughing with the guests or blushing at the complements she was being handed or being surrounded by hoards of children, girls especially, who thought she looked like a princess due to the tiara that sat royally on her perfectly sculptured hair. She moved effortlessly through the crowds, danced sensually to the music on the dance floor and I would occasionally catch her laugh as it drifted over the ambient hubbub that pervades any gathered group of people. As the day drew to a close I found myself purposefully seeking her out, drawn to her mere presence as a moth is to a flame. It was madness, of course, to think anything more of this. I was married, with kids and I was her uncle’s best friend and yet did I imagine it when I she caught my eye? Was there something more in that slightly prolonged look she gave than the pleasant recognition of one who would greet someone who was no more than an acquaintance? I was probably dreaming it. My imagination had probably taking hold of my senses enough for me to see something that most probably wasn’t there.

The wedding, as all weddings should, passed off wonderfully. The following day everyone agreed that the occasion had been as good, if not better, that all had hoped for. The weather had been unusually kind (the summers had been very hit and miss in the few preceding years) and everyone had enjoyed a marvellous time.

When it came time to go Isobel was quite keen to obtain everyone’s email address, especially the lads who were Anthony’s best friends. Duly, we all swapped addresses and parted with happy memories of the previous day’s celebrations. By the following day I was back at work and, as had happened upon my return from London all those years ago, life moved on and soon things had pretty much returned to normal.

My first email from Isobel arrived a few weeks after Anthony’s wedding. The memories of that day were relatively fresh in my mind despite the pressures of work forcing them to become ever more distant and as soon as I saw her name appear in my inbox my immediate thoughts ran straight back to the wedding. My memory slipped back easily the first time I’d seen her standing regally in her pale blue Bridesmaids dress, her awe-inspiring eyes and of course that stunning smile. Always, that stunning smile. I must admit to finding myself a little aroused by the thought.

“Hey!” was how it started. tuzla genç escort I later found out that “Hey” was her stock introduction. “How are you? Just thought I’d see how you are after the wedding.”

I paused..Normally I go straight into replies when I’m emailed but on this occasion I stopped myself. This was unusual. Most people politely swap contact details (phone numbers, emails etc.) but never follow them up so this was out of the blue. I was pleased that she’d emailed though.

I must have re-written the email half a dozen times before simply deciding to reply with:

“Hey, I’m great thanks. Good to hear from you. How are things with you?” Hardly awe inspiring stuff I’ll admit but it was as neutral as I could manage.

And so began the start of an amazing period in my life. From that moment on we commenced emailing on quite a regular basis. Upwards of two dozen or more emails a day passed between us as we discussed wide ranging topics from the Wedding to that of Modern Politics, Philosophy and our great passion – reading. It turned out Isobel was quite a voracious reader and would devour books at the rate of three or four a week. Now, I profess to enjoy reading a great deal but that ratio of turnover was way beyond my capacity to absorb. Her range was quite remarkable – she’d read most of the classics and was at the time ploughing her way relentlessly through “War and Peace” whilst counterpointing it with her, current, favourite genre, that of pulp romance – Mills and Boon being foremost among them. Having never read Mills & Boon I didn’t pick up on the slight clues as to her real nature. I assumed they were just mass produced, throw away romance books that were the last refuge of the hopeless romantic, who, unhappy in their own lives would retreat into the paperback world of tall, dark handsome strangers with smouldering looks and tight cut shirts. However, having looked into them since, that’s not all that they are about. More of that in another story!

About a month or so into our email conversations things began turning more flirtatious. It turned out that Isobel and her boyfriend had split up after ‘another’ blazing public row and she was now young free and single. This became more noticeable in the emails as she grew more and more suggestive and flirty with each message. I, being a natural flirt, couldn’t resist and so played along. Again, nothing was said between us, but ever more my desire was growing inside me. Each email fuelled a need in my heart to take this further. In my mind I found myself fantasising about all the perverted things I would like to do to her. However my feelings were always tempered by the fact that I was married with kids, I was considerably older than her and well over 100 miles away. What on earth could she see in me?!

And then one day Diana Ross made her cameo appearance in this story. I had been sending the usual flirty emails to Isobel, asking her about what kind of men she liked to which she replied that she liked ‘older’ men. I smiled as I read that “She’s so good” I thought to myself thinking about her skills as a flirt. She also was being evasive about someone she had mentioned that she had a crush on but was afraid to approach. In return I had been trying to give advice and how best to approach the subject. And then, quite out of the blue, it happened….

“Do you know any songs by Diana Ross?” Came the email from her.

That caught me off guard somewhat. It was completely out of context with the conversation we were having at the time. I frowned. Diana Ross? I thought. She hadn’t been commercially active for a while at the time. I trawled my memories of the songs I knew about. Even with my limited knowledge I knew that she possessed quite a sizeable back-catalogue.

“Yes I do. She’s very good.” I replied, still puzzled.

A few moments later came the response. I had been intently watching my email software waiting for the tell tale ‘ding’ to sound and the bold unread line to appear at the top of my list of inbox mails. A quick double-click on the message and the contents were revealed to me.

“Do you know the song ‘I’m still waiting’?”

Even more strange. Frowning again I though for a minute. Yes, I knew the song. Not well but I kind of remembered how it went. I sat back and recalled Ross’ soft but high mezzo-soprano vocals as they drifted through my mind. I had it but frustratingly the words eluded me and I could just about remember the chorus. I played the melody out in my mind a few times to be sure I could thread the tangled memories into a coherent tune.

“Yes, excellent song! What about it?” My fingers tapped out the reply.

And then….nothing. Minutes passed and no reply. Normally there would have been an instant response with some continuation of the conversation.

I waited. In fact as I waited a nagging feeling was creeping slowly across my mind, tugging at my inner being urging me in tuzla kendi evi olan escort a direction I had no idea where it wanted to take me.

Minutes passed, still nothing – very unusual. The nagging feeling wouldn’t go away. I sat upright, opened up a web browser on my PC and ran a search for ‘I’m still waiting – Diana Ross’. The click-clack sound of the keyboard was all I could hear above the office ambience as I typed the letters in as quickly as I could.

The search results returned thousands of hits. I concentrated on the top few and saw the headline ‘I’m still Waiting – Lyrics’.

I selected the hyperlink with my mouse and sat back, intently watching the screen refresh itself with the newly loading web page. As usual there were the annoying ‘pop-ups’ asking if I wanted this song as a ringtone. Angrily I guided the mouse to the ‘X’ option on the pop-up window dismissing it into an electronic oblivion and looked beyond to the waiting result.

As I read the lyrics my jaw slowly opened. I must have sat and stared at the screen for a good five minutes or so as I absorbed the words and put them into the context of our conversation. It took me a while to snap out of it and compose myself. I’d realised I had stopped breathing and my heart was beating rapidly. The message was clear – now how would I pursue this?

“Oh! I see now.” Was my reply. I then followed this up quickly with another message “Are you sure about this?” I was slightly incredulous at the turn of events. Yes I’d enjoyed the flirting but never for a moment did I consider the direction that this was turning.

It was a frustratingly long, almost eternal, 20 minutes or so before Isobel replied.

“You see now? And yes I am quite sure. I have felt this way for such a long time now.”

From that point on the conversations between us took on a more conspiratorial, clandestine air. The cheeky flirting that had featured so prominently between us was largely replaced by more in-depth but subtle probing. What did she like? What didn’t she like? Didn’t she mind that I was married? As the days passed the intensity of the situation gathered up like a storm. Soon all subtlety was abandoned, discarded with no pretence at decorum. A fervour had gripped us like a whirlwind and carried us along in its torrid, turbulent wake as a more and more we stripped away the barriers of guilt, responsibility and remorse. Lust filled our hearts and words. Feverish emails flew back and forth filled with hunger and desire, pulling us inexorably into the well of yearning that would lead us to the next phase in this virtual ‘relationship’.

Eventually things had built up into a crescendo of craving and desire. I had to see her. Days had passed since the epiphany of the lyrics and our conversations had heightened to a peak of sexual tension between us that we both had to satisfy. Sadly, Isobel didn’t drive which limited us somewhat. She also lived at home with her parents which presented a greater challenge as well as they both worked hours to suit so could be about at any time. However we were both fortunate in that it was late summer and the holiday season was upon us. Isobel had told me that her parents and younger brother were due to spend a week away abroad and that she was staying behind. This provided our opportunity. I checked with my Boss that there was no clash of annual leave as I requested two days off to coincide with the time Isobels’ parents were away. Thankfully it was approved. It was a month away – which seemed like an eternity – however we both agreed it was something we needed to do if nothing else but to get it out of our respective systems.

The Month that followed dragged interminably on. Each day passed with growing anticipation which also reflected in the emails that were still passing between us.

She was beginning to get nervous. Maybe we should rethink?

No, I stated categorically. We’ve come so far NOT to continue, I told her. Hold your nerve, we’ll be fine.

It was all I could do to keep her onside as doubt ate its way into her original self belief. It was as if the actual act of arranging to meet each other had burst the bubble of anticipation. I suppose I did keep forcing the situation with my reassuring words of comfort and encouragement, cajoling almost. I’d originally stated before that I was more avuncular toward her in the beginning. Now, however, my blood was racing, the hormones were in overdrive – there was no way I was going to let this opportunity slip from my grasp.

Eventually the day came. Thursday morning I was dressed for work. Previously, when I’d booked my annual leave, I had told my wife that I was on a client site for two days and would call her later. I packed my overnight bag in the boot of the car and set off for the 3 hours journey south to the awaiting Isobel.

The journey took longer than anticipated, which only served to heighten the tension. We text messaged each other throughout my journey. I would relay to her which part of the country I was currently at and also a possible time of arrival. Again, her nerves were creeping into the conversation. What if I didn’t like her? What would we do as soon as I walked through the door?

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– – – This picks up where Part 2 left off – – –

At breakfast the next morning, Carol asked if Mike has had a lot of girlfriends.

“Nope.”

“Really? I find that hard to believe. You’re an incredibly good looking guy. I would think a lot of girls would be after you,” she said.

“Well, I’ve had a couple girlfriends, and girls still give me their numbers,” he said.

“Yeah? Do you call them? Are these girls from school?” Carol asked.

“Yeah, they’re in some of my classes and there were a couple from high school, but I haven’t called any of them. I guess I’m not really interested.”

After a long silence she said “You said you weren’t gay? Is there something else?”

A shocked look came over Mike’s face and blurted out “Holy crap, no! I’m not gay… not even a little!”

“Sorry. I didn’t know, but when you said you weren’t interested in girls, well? I just wasn’t sure,” Carol said.

“This is a little weird talking about this,” Mike said lowering his eyes to the table “but I do feel like I can tell you things I can’t tell anyone else.” There was a short pause before he continued “I’ve had a couple girlfriends but both wanted to have sex. Hell, I wanted it, too. Really bad, too. I just didn’t think it was such a good idea at the time, so they broke up with me. So I haven’t called any of the girls in my classes because I suspect it will turn out the same way. I mean, I really, REALLY wanted to but…”.

“Oh okay. I get it. And I have to say, I’m very impressed, and very proud of you. You actually used your head. Most guys let their other head do their thinking,” she said with a little smirk.

They both chuckled a little at her comment. Neither said anything for probably a minute.

As they were cleaning the breakfast dishes, Carol said “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, anything.”

Carol continued “Let’s sit down. Well, I know there will come a time when you meet a young lady and you start dating.”

“I doubt it,” Mike responded instantly.

“No. I’m serious. I hope you do. Really. I hope you meet someone, fall in love, get married, and have kids. And I kinda hope it’s in that order. I think you really should establish a career before having kids, but love has other ideas sometimes,” she said.

“Sounds reasonable,” Mike said.

Carol continued “Well, I just want you to know, while dating someone, there will be times when you, or her, or even both of you will want to take your relationship into the bedroom. So, here is my proposal for when you start dating. That is, if you want. Before or even after a hot date, I can help you take care of him to take the edge off and relieve some of that tension. Hopefully you won’t feel the need to have sex until you’re ready.”

Mike got up and stood right next to Carol taking her head to his chest, hugging her. Carol’s loving gesture touched Mike at the soul. “Grandma, I love you so much. I know you are right about the temptation, and having you as my partner to help me like that is incredible. But I’m happy with things like they are for now. I need to focus on school.”

“I love you, too, Mike. I want to be here for you, for whatever you need. But I do want you to understand, I don’t want to come between you and your girlfriends. It’s healthy that you meet a young lady and fall in love. But becoming a father before you’re ready changes the rest of your life. And I don’t want you to feel guilty for falling in love with someone. It would break my heart if you felt guilty because of me.”

Mike gently held Carol’s face in each hand and pointed it toward his. Mike looked into Carol’s eyes and said “Would it be okay if you were my girlfriend? At least for now?”

“Whatever you need, sweetheart,” she said smiling back.

“Well, before I go to class, you can probably guess what I need right now!” Mike said with a sly smile.

“If you want, we can have a quickie now, and have some fun tonight. I’ve got a couple more things for you to try on,” she said.

“Mmmm. Sounds perfect!”

Carol said “Go put on your girdle and some stockings.”

When Mike came into Carol’s room, he was already hard anticipating what was waiting. His cock was sticking straight out up against the bottom hem of his girdle.

He froze in the doorway when he saw her. Carol was standing at the foot of the bed wearing her black stockings, black garter belt, and a black shelf bra. Her exposed bare pussy and nipples in that outfit stopped him in his tracks as he took it all in.

“Holy crap! You look incredible!” he said.

“Thank you, sweetie. I love how you look, too. So Tasty!”

After a hug, Carol asked “How would you like to do it?”

“I’m game for anything. What sounds good to you?” he asked.

“How about from behind?” she asked.

“Okay, you’re driving. Lead the way,” Mike said.

Carol turned around crawling onto the bed with her knees right on the edge of the mattress. “How about if you just stand behind me? I put the lube in the nightstand and I have a towel right here.”

Mike kaynarca escort got the lube and spread some onto his hard cock and also put some on Carol’s pussy. Carol spread her knees even further apart and lowered her chest to the mattress. After wiping his hands off, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed himself into her.

“Damn that’s nice. She feels as good as you look!” Mike whispered.

“Mmmmm. You feel so nice inside her.”

Mike moved slowly with full, long strokes, burying his entire length inside her. Mike continued long steady strokes pulling her hips back tight against him each time he buried himself into her. “He isn’t going to last long,” Mike said.

“That’s okay, sweetie. This is a quickie, just for you. We’ll have more fun tonight,” she said.

Mike’s cadence picked up. Each thrust causing a ripple through Carol’s ass and hips. Mike knew he was going to explode any second. Having a handful of his grandmother’s hip flesh in each hand as he pumped his cock onto her felt wonderful.

Panting, Mike grunted “I’m there, Grandma. I’m there.” as he blasted a huge load into Carol. He felt his own hot cum being pumped in with every pulse of his cock. Mike felt his hot cum moving up her hole covering his entire cock as he fucked her. He kept slamming his hips into her wide ass until he was completely empty and was starting to soften. Then slowly stopped, still deep inside her.

“Holy cow! I needed that!” he said panting.

Carol grinned and began squeezing his cock with her pussy. Each time she squeezed, she could feel his cock twitch and flex inside her. After a few squeezes, her pussy squeezed his soft cock right out.

As Carol rolled over onto her back, Mike cleaned himself off with the towel and then held the towel up against her cum filled pussy. Carol took the towel and pressed it between her legs.

Beaming with a glowing smile, Carol said “Better get ready for school, sweetie.”

Mike knelt on the bed straddling one of her legs and leaned over her body and placed his lips on hers for a slow and tender kiss. “Thank you, Grandma. I can’t wait for tonight!” he said softly and went back to his other room to get dressed.

# # # # #

At dinner that night, they exchanged small talk, how school was going, some of the chores and projects Mike had done around the house.

Then out of the blue, Carol said “You know, I heard your Aunt Linda telling your mom about some of her fun times. I don’t think they knew I could hear them. It seems she is quite adventurous when it comes to the bedroom, both with men as well as other women.”

Mike didn’t say anything.

Carol continued “She has told me quite a few stories, too. So I guess it’s a family thing to be open to trying new things.”

Mike continued to be silent wondering where this was going.

Carol wasn’t sure what Mike was thinking, then told him “A few days ago I was talking to Linda. She was asking how it was to have you here. I told her I couldn’t be happier. I’m not sure how, but the conversation took a turn and I somehow mentioned to her the time I saw you in the kitchen with your pantyhose on.”

“Holy crap, Grandma! You’re kidding!” Mike protested.

Carol said “I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t intend to share that.”

Mike replied “Yeah, but damn, Grandma! Holy crap!”

Carol continued “It’s okay, sweetie. She didn’t laugh or even chuckle, but she certainly was interested in hearing more. I was sort of in a box at that point with no way out.”

Mike asked “So what details did you tell her?”

“I just told her what happened. You were getting ready for a bike ride and I saw you, in fact I saw all of you!” Carol replied.

“Damn,” Mike said.

“She just said she wished it was her that saw you. She sounded really interested. I just told her you’re going to make some young lady very happy some day,” Carol said with a little smirk.

“Oh well. It is what it is, I guess,” Mike said.

“Linda invited us over for dinner Friday night at her house. Is that okay?” Carol asked.

“I guess I’ll have to face her at some point. Might as well get it over with,” Mike replied.

“I’ll call your mom and let her know you’re staying and won’t be home this weekend. Just to give you a heads up, I have a hunch she will be wearing something that will really get your attention. If you know what I mean.”

Mike didn’t respond. His mind was picturing his Aunt Linda. She was a very attractive woman with real woman curves. She always wore outfits that showed it, too. Her hips and ass were similar to his grandmothers, with a slightly narrower waist and not quite as large on top.

Carol could tell Mike was thinking about her. She asked “Do you want me to tell her about your other interests? You know, your love for lingerie? I bet she would really get into it.”

“I don’t know. Sounds risky,” he said.

“Well, I know Linda is a lot kinkier than me, and I love it!” Carol said.

“I don’t want it getting back to my mom. I don’t think she has a kinky bone orhanlı escort in her body! I don’t think she could ever understand it,” Mike said.

Carol said “Which is why I think it’s completely safe with Linda, sweetie. Tell ya what… I can let her know I saw you in your things, you know, just mention a little bit at a time. If her reaction is what I think it will be, then great. Otherwise I stop and never share any details. What do you think?”

“You really think she’ll be into it?” Mike asked.

“Sweetie. I know she will,” Carol replied.

“Okay, Grandma. I will trust your judgment on this,” Mike said.

# # # # #

When Mike got home from classes the next day he noticed his grandmother with an expression like she was holding something back. The half grin made it obvious that she was dying to tell him something and she would explode soon if she didn’t let it out. Mike knew she had been talking to Linda and she wanted to tell him about their conversation.

“Okay, spill it!” Mike said laughing.

Carol laughed “Like I figured, sweetie. She is totally into it! She wants us to come over Friday night for dinner, and to bring some of our things with us and have a panty party.”

After thinking about that idea, Mike said “Well, instead of us going over there, why don’t we invite her here?”

“Great idea, Mike. I’ll call and invite her,” Carol said

“By the way. Didn’t you say you had a couple more things for me to wear?” Mike asked.

“Let’s save them for Friday. You can model them for us,” Carol said with a broad smile.

Friday evening the doorbell rang. Mike opened the door for Linda. She was wearing a trench coat, the kind you would expect to see on a secret agent in a movie and she was carrying a small overnight bag. She came in, dropped the bag, and hugged Mike mashing her chest against his. A different kind of hug that he was used to getting from her. She then hugged Carol.

Linda looked back and for the between Carol and Mike and said “Shall we get this party started?”

Carol said “Well, How about this. Mike and I will change and come out wearing our robes. We meet back here in a couple minutes and model for each other.”

Carol picked out a new black garter girdle and nude colored stockings along with a pair of nude panties to match the stockings. Carol said “I’ve been saving these for you.”

Mike went into his room to put them on and then put his robe on before joining everyone in the living room.

In just a couple minutes Carol and Mike came back into the living room wearing their robes. Linda was still wearing her trench coat. Carol said “Well, I guess I can go first. You two can sit on the couch and watch while I model for you, then one of you can go next.”

“I guess I can,” Mike replied.

“Or I can if you like,” Linda said looking at Mike.

“How about we do it at the same time?” Mike said.

“Cool. I like that,” Linda said.

Mike and Linda sat and watched as Carol took the center of the room. She turned her back to them and let her robe fall off her shoulders and drop to the floor behind her.

She was wearing all black, bra, panties, garter belt and dark stockings. The panties were sheer clearly showing her ass cheeks. Neither Mike or Linda made a sound, their eyes were fixed on this elegant sight. Carol slowly turned around and both could see that her bra was every bit as sheer as her panties. Even wearing her panties and bra, there wasn’t a thing left to the imagination. Even her pussy crack was clearly visible through the fabric.

Linda’s eyes fixed on the small bump protruding from Carol’s shaved pussy making a small tent pressing against her panties. Carol saw Linda staring at her clit and turned sideways showing Linda the profile of the small tent it made in the fabric. Carol lightly moved the tip of her index finger up and down across her clit and said “I guess I can’t hide it when I get excited.”

Mike had his hand against his crotch rubbing himself through the robe. Without realizing it, Mike whispered under his breath “Damn!”

Linda heard Mike and turned to see his hand pressing into his crotch. She said “Yeah, I know! I hope I look half that good when I’m her age!” Mike looked back at Linda, both smiling at each other.

Mike and Linda then got up and Carol sat down. They faced each other and together Linda took off her trench coat and Mike let his robe drop at the same time. Linda was wearing sheer pantyhose and a red lace bra. Mike could barely make out her areolas. Looking down he could clearly see a dark patch between her legs.

Mike was wearing his new garter girdle and sheer stockings with sheer panties over the garter straps. Linda looked Mike’s body over and said “I see what you mean, Mom. Smokin’ hot!”

They both turned to look at Carol. She was sitting with her legs spread wide with the fingertips of her right hand making soft circles around her erect clit through her panties. Carol said “I guess you two can keep standing there, or if you feel the need, you can take care of yourself. tepeören escort I brought a hand towel for everyone if you need it.”

Mike turned the other chair around so each seat faced to the center of the circle they made. Linda took the chair and Mike took the center of the couch.

It wasn’t a minute later when Linda and Carol heard Mike say “These have to go.” as he stood up and slipped his panties off. His raging hard-on sprang straight out. After sitting back down, he slowly stroked his cock, looking back and forth between them.

Carol sat up and unhooked her bra, releasing her tits. She sat back and played with her left nipple while her right hand played with her clit.

Linda followed Carol’s lead. She sat up and did the same thing, exposing her perfect D size tits to Carol and Mike. They could hear Mike utter under his breath “Damn.” and saw him increase the tempo of his stroking. Linda’s eyes were fixed on Mike’s cock. A few seconds later, she watched as Mike erupted, shooting bursts of cum toward his chest. The first two blasts hitting his neck.

Their eyes met as each pulse of cum landed lower and lower towards his stomach. They never lost eye contact until Mike completely drained his balls and his whole body relaxed. They both smiled at each other. It was a moment that neither had had shared before, but it felt comfortable and familiar at the same time.

Mike got up and knelt between Linda’s legs. Her butt was already hanging out over the edge of the chair. He lowered his face to her pantyhose covered pussy and nibbled on her using his lips and pushing his nose against her clit. Linda held Mike’s head with both hands as she started to climax. Her whole body shook as her climax took over. Her feet pushed on the floor lifting her ass off the chair and tighter into Mikes working lips.

When he sensed she was done, Mike got up and knelt between Carol’s legs and lowered his face to take her clit between his lips. Linda recovered from her climax and went over and placed her hand on Mike’s shoulder and whispered “May I?”

Mike moved out of the way and Linda took his place between Carol’s legs, taking her mother’s panty covered clit between her lips. Seeing her daughter between her legs, Carol knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Linda slid a finger under the panel of Carol’s panties and moved the panties out of the way allowing Linda to suck Carol’s bare clit into her mouth.

Mike was standing right next to Carol looking down at Linda licking and sucking on his grandmother’s pussy. Carol reached over putting her arm around Mike’s hip and pulled him toward her. Mike was facing Carol and she leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. Linda kept her lips locked around Carol’s clit and looked up to see Carol taking Mike’s cock into her mouth. Carol had one hand on Mike’s ass pushing his hips toward her face and the other hand now on the back of Linda’s head.

Carol was moving her head back and forth, fucking Mike’s cock with her mouth. Linda watched her mom sucking her nephew’s big cock and began bobbing her head up and down with greater intensity, giving her very clit blowjob. When she pulled her head up, she kept her suction tight around her clit, pulling it tight. When her head came back and pressed into her pussy, she would release the suction slightly and swirl her tongue around her clit.

Mike wasn’t sure until that moment if he would cum again. But seeing his aunt sucking her own mother’s pussy, and seeing Carol fucking his cock with her mouth put him over the top. Carol felt his cock swell and become ridged as he was about to explode in her mouth. She also felt her own climax start. She planted her feet on the floor and pushed her hips up, pushing her pussy harder against Linda’s mouth.

Mike took over for Carol holding her head with both hands to hold it steady and began fucking her mouth as he exploded. Carol kept her lips tight around his cock as she took everything he had left in his balls.

Carol’s climax caused her whole body to jerk and shutter with Linda sucking on her clit. Her hips bucked as her climax rushed through her whole body.

After she finished she was becoming sensitive and slid her hand between Linda and her pussy. She also felt Mike had finished and was beginning to get soft. She released Mikes cock from her mouth and sat up. Carol then leaned forward, taking Linda’s face in each hand and said “Thank you, Linda. That was amazing!” Then she pressed her lips to Linda’s tasting her own pussy on Linda’s lips and Linda tasting Mike on her mom’s lips.

Linda was initially shocked at Carol’s gesture, then smiled back at Carol and said “I’m glad I could do that, Mom.” Then looking at Mike, she said “And thank you both for trusting me to join you.”

Carol leaned back, she looked at Mike and said “You see, there are ways of having fun without the risk of pregnancy.”

After a long pause, Linda asked Mike, “I noticed that you shave down there. I’m just curious. Why?”

Mike thought for a second, then replied “Well I guess the answer has a lot of parts to it, but to boil it down, I tried it, and now I like it. It started out just shaving my legs because the stockings make the hair on my legs go the wrong way, but turned into shaving everything. I figured if I didn’t like it, I could just let it grow back.”

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Brad stared out the kitchen window watching the sunset, his hands in dishwater, wondering where it all went wrong. He ran his tongue over the split in his lip and winced. No guy had ever hit him that hard, as hard as his own sister had just an hour before. Wendy was out of control. Fuck it, the whole world was out of control. Brad wiped off another plate and shivered once. It sure wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to be perfect, Dad having that job down south, him and Mom to be gone from June to August. Hell, Wendy was twenty-one, he was eighteen, they were adults, they could take care of themselves and not destroy the house. There was work, money for college and all that shit. Brad was starting to State in the Fall, Wendy going to graduate at the end of the next year. They were good, never screwed up, never in trouble and it was all going to be fine. About the time that plane took off that Sunday afternoon taking the folks away, the dam broke and the Gibson kids were on the loose.

Grinning makes a split lip hurt but it was worth it to Brad, thinking back on that beautiful day. The plane takes off at 10 that morning and by 2 he’d been laid for the first time. By his boss, a sweet little Asian babe. God, she was good to him, turning him every way but loose and inside out. By the time he’d staggered home that evening, he had been a basket case and Wendy had known exactly what happened. She’d been about half pissed and half jealous. The next day she more than made up for it.

Brad grimaced at the memory as he finished up the silverware. Work had ended early that day, he was home long before he was expected. Obviously. He was going to kill an hour and then go see his lady, Toyo. He hadn’t planned on seeing his own sister, but there she was, sprawled out on her bed losing her virginity to her boss. God, she was big, bigger than he ever imagined but she was getting screwed. First time, squeal and all and Brad had seen it. He’d heard it. It embarrassed the hell out of him, no doubt. He dried the last fork and shivered at how it all turned out.

He got laid and Wendy had gotten pregnant. By a married man who had no interest in taking care of the situation. He’d just wanted pussy and he’d gotten it. Once she’d figured it out, Wendy had gotten mean. Real mean. Savage mean. She started drinking, hard and heavy but she wouldn’t tell the guy no either. Every time she’d go to him to have it out, she’d end up with him putting it in. It was totally dumb and then she got stupid.

The guy wasn’t going to marry her, everybody knew that. There was no way she’d have a kurtköy escort baby by herself, the folks would kill her. An abortion was the only smart play but Wendy hadn’t been ready for that. There was one other way, at least in her mind. She’d let another guy screw her and was going to play he’d gotten her pregnant, the old entrapment ploy. That had backfired, the guy honestly couldn’t get anybody pregnant. He’d gotten laid without the obligation and she was screwed by more than a penis. Knowing that and Wendy had gone over the edge. She turned on Brad.

Cruel was one thing but this was beyond that. He should have been the happiest guy on earth, banging Toyo on a regular basis. It didn’t really matter, life at home was Hell. Wendy bad-mouthed him, she said anything just to be mean and was only getting meaner. Even when he gave her the money to take care of her situation she still sassed him. Knowing she was going Monday to have the abortion and she’d only gotten meaner. Then this, popping him in the mouth when he asked her if she was going out. Not a word, just a fist. Life was sucking big time and her car was back in the drive.

Brad put down his towel and frowned. He’d figured she was going to see him again. Even if they argued, it should have been a couple of hours she would have been out of the house. Hell, it was Friday, she could have hit the bar or something but she was home. Home, up the steps and through the back door.

“You OK?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

“God, Wendy, knock it off. Enough.”

“Fuck you,” she shouted, lunging towards him. “You think it’s funny he told me to fuck off? To never come to him again?”

“No…” Brad said, sidestepping his sister’s charge. “Stop it. Cool down. Let it go.”

“Fuck you,” she screamed, swinging wildly at him. He blocked her first punch and then the second. Wendy tried to knee him in the balls, her rage driving her onwards.

“Wendy, stop,” Brad shouted. “Now.”

“Fuck you,” she repeated, again swinging wildly, her punch caught in mid-air this time. Brad looked deep into her eyes as he held his sister’s fist before he shoved her back against the stove.

“No, bitch, fuck you.”

For one brief instant there was venom in his sister’s eyes and then Brad swore he saw her challenge him. His own sister, for Christ’s sake, without a word, without a gesture, challenging him to do that obscenity to her. He saw it in her eyes and didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it, even as he saw a certain lust fire glow. Wendy stepped away from him, staring as a woman wanting a lover would stare, aydıntepe escort and then walked away to her room with a sneer over her shoulder.

“Why don’t you go fuck your Oriental slut? Go get it up for an old cunt, not a real woman.”

Brad shuddered once as rage ran through his soul. His own sister and the bitch had said that about Toyo. She had no right, Wendy was the one out of control. She was the slut, the tramp who had hit him. Who screamed obscenities at him and made her own life an obscenity in return. Rage, absolute rage, welled up inside him. In the blink of an eye he knew he had become someone else.

It was somebody else who walked through the house, up the stairs and to the hallway between their bedrooms. That’s the only way it made sense to an eighteen year old boy. He wasn’t the kind to have thoughts about his sister, that was for perverts. Kinky shits. It was somebody else standing there, looking to her room, seeing her laying on the bed as she stared out the window. Somebody else she turned to look at. Some other guy she nodded just once to come ahead.

He knew what he was doing, that the smart play was just go to his room and shut the door. The sane play, but she had humiliated him. Not once, time and time again. She was out of control, being the bitch. Toyo was no slut, she was the slut. The smart play. Brad walked into Wendy’s room and shut the door.

The streetlight outside was just coming on as he climbed onto her bed and straddled her. Wendy stared up at him, unmoving, even as his hands caught the lapels of her dress. They both heard the sound of the buttons flying off and the fabric tearing as he ripped it open and then off her body. Wendy closed her eyes and braced herself for his punishment. What she began to feel him doing was nothing she’d ever dreamed.

She’d thought he would pull her panties off and rape her. It was only as she felt Brad slowly unhooking her brassiere she opened her eyes. She watched undress her tenderly, as a lover, gently baring her breasts, kissing each one softly before rolling her panties off. She saw him strip naked over her and then begin to kiss her. Wendy fought the urge to respond to her own brother. She struggled to convince herself he was forcing her, he was raping her, and then his mouth was at her breasts.

Hungrily he fed, making love to her as Toyo had taught him a woman wanted. Kisses, licks and suckles covered her body. Wendy fought without moving, struggling against her own desire but knew it was hopeless. She felt her nipples harden, her pussy go wet and her own lust take over. tuzla içmeler escort With one soft moan, she opened her thighs and led him in.

She was so much bigger than Toyo. He was much bigger than the men she’d been with. They stared into each other’s eyes as Brad’s cock began to enter Wendy. She groaned again, his cock filling her. He moaned in joy, her pussy tighter than Toyo’s well used body. With all his lust he began to make love to her. With all her shame at humiliating him, she let him. As one they pleased each other, him coming in a massive explosion of orgasmic frenzy as her own body responded with waves of climax. He exploded and sanity returned.

Again he shuddered, groaning once at his stupidity. He had raped his own sister. Her shame on him was nothing compared to what he now had done to himself. Without a word he rolled off Wendy, grabbed his clothes and ran to his room. He knew, he knew now it would just be a few minutes and the police would come. His parents would be called back. He’d fucked her and he had fucked up. He’d wanted to make everything right and now he had totally fucked it all up with no hope of salvation.

In the hallway he heard Wendy, stopping as she passed on her way to the bath. It would only be a matter of a few minutes now. Brad buried his face in the pillow, praying God would strike him dead. That his sister would kill him. He hadn’t meant for it to be this way and suddenly she was there.

Wendy stood beside the bed, clad in her bathrobe, looking down at him. She waited until Brad finally turned and tried to look at her before she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

He snapped his head up and stared in stupidity for a moment before he gasped, “No. I did that. I….”

“No,” Wendy said as a tear fell. “I humiliated you. Forgive me.”

“Forgive me, please,” Brad begged. “I raped you.”

“No,” Wendy said with a shake of her head. “I let you. Now, remember what I am about to say. On Monday I must have an abortion. I have been out of control, I know it. I was wrong. It all has to change. I need you to forgive me, I’ll need you to be with me and you must promise me one thing. Promise me now.”

“Anything,” Brad nodded. “Please. Anything.”

“Never touch me again.”

“I won’t,” Brad whispered, his own tears about to flow.

“Never touch me again,” Wendy repeated as a smile began to form, “after Monday.”

With one pull on her robe, she dropped the fabric and revealed her bare body. She watched Brad’s eyes widen in realization and then saw him pull back the covers. Wendy slipped into bed and underneath him. If only for the weekend, she would have a love she would never find again. As Brad’s mouth began to find her breasts, his hands stroking her back as she cradled his head close to her nipples, she felt herself praying.

Praying that Monday never came.

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Being big is not always better, but it does have some benefits.

“Holy shit!” were the first words out of the doctor’s mouth after I was born according to my mother. The entire delivery room was in awe of my package. “He is definitely a boy!”

As I grew, so did my package. Now fully grown, I stand about 5’8″ but I dangle a good foot. When hard, it’s about the same length but about as thick as a ripe banana. Growing up with this appendage was not easy. Let me tell you some of the trials and tribulations I went through in my life.

My parents were normal parents. Mom was very pretty in high school and Dad was pretty good looking too according to Mom. Mom was pregnant when Dad was an innocent by stander killed in a botched store robbery. I was born 3 months later.

I have visions of Mom changing me as a babe. She seemed to take a long while and great care cleaning my privates, but never to my knowledge did she abuse me.

I was an early developer, sexually awareness-wise. I quickly discovered the wonderful world of the Sears catalogue and the women’s lingerie section. At that time, when hard I was about 8 inches long and as round as an English banger. Masturbation seemed to be the only way to keep it sort of under control. I love masturbating and still jerk off as an adult.

One day, I was on my bed wanking while staring at some blonde model in white bra and panty. She was hot. Smooth skin. Eight teeth smile. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum!” I grunted to myself. I felt that familiar building of pressure in my balls. I knew it would be only a few more strokes before… “Oooh!” The first spurt shot out of my piss hole hitting the back of the catalogue.

Just then, “Knock! Knock!” Mom walked in with some laundry. There was no way for me to stop. The next spurt flew over the book and landed on my face. I threw the book aside and the next ones sprayed over my chest before the final couple of dribbles puddled on my stomach.

“Oh Terry! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…” Mom never finished her sentence. She left and closed the door behind her.

Later, she asked if we could discuss what happened. “It’s natural for a young boy to masturbate and fantasize. I’m sorry for walking in on you like that.”

We talked for a long while. I asked and found out that Dad had a normal 6 inch penis and Mom was always satisfied by him, but Mom was very impressed with my package. “You’re going to get a lot of girls.” As we talked about the facts of life.

I continued to grow and found many difficulties along the way. For instance, taking a crap. There was no way for me to sit down on the crapper and piss at the same time as shitting. My dick would have been dipping in the bowl against the porcelain or in the water. I had to stand and piss first then hold it as I crapped.

Shorts were another problem. In the hot summer, if I wore shorts, the knob of my dick would hang out of the leg opening. Of course this also made gym at school difficult too. I managed to get an exemption from wearing short shorts, but a jock strap was never big enough.

Afterwards, the gym teacher made us shower. All the guys teased me about it like my Mom warned me they would. They all called me Big John even though my name was Terry.

But not all bad happened in school. Kaitlin was a shapely, pretty cheerleader who had kind of a bad reputation. She was about 5’3″, blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. Apparently when she heard I had a pretty big one, she had to find out for herself.

“Hi Terry!” Kaitlin stood very close to me by my locker. “I was wondering if we could study for the geography test together.” Her hand dropped between my legs. Her fingers ran along the length of my 10-inch dick. “Oh my god! It’s huge!” as she continued to stroke it.

I met up at her house that evening. Kaitlin was still wearing her cheerleading outfit. I easily noticed her nipples poking through the knit material of her sweater which was too tight for her big breasts. My dick started to stiffen. She told me her tuzla escort parents were playing bridge and would not be home anytime soon.

I barely stepped inside the house when she pushed me into the soft leather sofa. Kaitlin pulled down my jeans to my ankles. “Oh fuck Terry! I’ve been thinking about this since this aft!” I was pretty hard already.

Kaitlin lifted her skirt. She wore no underwear beneath. It was the first naked cunt I had ever seen live. It was puffy, red and wet. Kaitlin straddled my lap. She pressed her cunt onto my undershaft and started to slide up and down. “Oh fuck! It’s so… fucking big!”

Not having any real experience, I just sat there and let Kaitlin do whatever she wanted. She was humping me harder and faster now. I wasn’t sure but I think she came about three times before she slowed down. I hadn’t cum once. I was harder than I had ever been.

“Terry, I need it in me!” Kaitlin literally had to stand on the couch to lift her ass high enough and maneuver my dick into her pussy. It was totally wet and slick from all the juice that came out of Kaitlin. She lowered herself. I felt my cock push in and open her slit. “Oh fuck that feels so good.”

I wasn’t sure how much she could or would take. Kaitlin raised her ass a bit then pushed down harder; and then again and again until I was almost inside her. She couldn’t get the last few inches in her although it wasn’t from lack of effort.

“I’m so full of your cock, Terry. I’ve never been this full before.” Kaitlin was sweating trying to get the rest of it inside. “Brad has a kid’s dick compared to your python!” Brad was he boyfriend before now.

We moved so that Kaitlin was on her back and I was fucking her between her legs. I was able to get up to the last inch inside. Her ass was humping so fast, it was a blur. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. “Kaitlin, I’m going to cum!” I was going to pull out but she wrapped her legs around my waist and prevented me from doing so. I emptied my balls into her. I came like a fire hose.

“Oh yes, Terry. Fuck me! Fill me with your cum!” Kaitlin was screaming. Her cunt sucked everything out of me. “I can feel it spray inside me!”

Finally she let me pull out. “Terry, that was fucking incredible. That was the biggest cock I’ve every fucked!” Kaitlin stood up. Cum started to pour from her gaping hole and onto the rug. She laughed.

We fucked almost every day. By that time, it was fully grown to about almost foot long and as thick as a big banana. Kaitlin had learned to take it all. Fortunately, she was on the pill. It didn’t occur to me that she might have gotten pregnant until many years after. We stayed together until her parents moved away. Something about her mother caught fucking the bridge club president.

I moved away after Mom passed away from a deadly virus. Now as an adult and on my own, I needed to support myself although there was some inheritance money. I got some spam email I usually would have deleted but read one anyway after it caught my eye.

“Need! Immediately! Testers for new condom manufacture.”

I answered the ad. They asked some simple questions about age, sex, general health, etc. It was a couple of days when I heard back from them asking me to come in for a personal interview.

When I arrived, I was lead into an examining room and told to strip. There was no gown provided. Then in walks the women in a white lab coat. She literally stopped in her tracks as she stared at my cock. Her mouth fell open and some saliva drooled out the side. “Oh, excuse me. I wasn’t expecting such a welcome.”

The exam had her closely inspecting my dick. She measured it; stroke it; weigh it’ stroked it… you get the idea.

“Well I think it’s a fine specimen that we can use in our testing.” She told me. “I’ll need a sperm same to see the quantity and quality. Please put on this condom and give me a sample.”

I looked at her not quite understanding what she wanted. She took matters into her own hands. She needed both hands to stroke me until I was fully hard. Then tuzla escort bayan she rolled on the condom. It was tight but comfortable. “This is one of our latest. It is so thin, it’s like wearing nothing. It also stretches to fit whatever size you are.”

She knelt before me and started to suck me off. “Hmmm… Ice un ig!” She could hardly open her mouth enough to speak. I was less than half inside her mouth. She held my ass as I fucked her face until I filled the condom with my sample.

“Wow, very impressive volume!” She said as she pulled off the rubber. “Do you always come this much?”

I nodded.

“I’ll have to check the quality right away.” She told me.

She took the open end of the condom and dumped the contents in her mouth. She swirled it around then gulped it down. “Mmm… Seems to be good.” As she smacked her lips.

“We’re almost done. I think you’ll be perfect.” She smiled. “I just want to talk with Miss. Peters first. She’s the owner. Don’t get dressed yet.”

She left the room and returned a few minutes later with another woman. “Holy shit, Marci! You weren’t kidding!” She exclaimed.

Finally she looked at my face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forward. Marci told me about you but I didn’t really believe her. I’m Olive Peters the owner and founder of the company. Please call me Lovey.”

As it turned out, they offered me a position as a sales person and tester. Part of the sales job was to demo the products to different pharmacies. Funny that all the places I visited were owned by females. Of course all wanted a personal demo. I later found out that the company had contacted the drug stores in advance and told them about my equipment and talents.

Testing included using the products on Lovey, Marci and the other girls in the office.

Unbelievably even with all the sex I still loved visiting the strip clubs and getting lap dances. The first time I went to a club called Fantasia, I met up with a dancer named Zoe; a bodacious, blond haired English beauty with very nice D-sized tits.

We went into the back VIP area. While the booths were individual, they were all out in the open. When the music started, Zoe mounted my lap. Immediately she gasped. Oh my god! Is that really you?”

She got off me and knelt between my thighs. Her hands grabbed hold of my dick and stroked its length through my pants for an entire song. During the next song she removed her bikini top and bottom. She turned and sat on my lap rubbing herself against me.

It was getting too hard and uncomfortable and I had to adjust it. I reached in my pants and pulled it straight up so it was against my belly. Unfortunately it also extended out of my pants but I kept it under my shirt.

Zoe turned and mounted my lap again. She realized I had shifted myself. “Oh you wicked boy!” She grinned. She pulled my shirt up over my bone and pushed her wet cunt onto my shaft like Kaitlin did when I was back in school.

Zoe continued to camel slide up and down my shaft. Nikki the waitress walked by. I was kind of concerned with getting caught with what Zoe was doing. “Nikki’s coming!” I warned.

“Fuck her. I don’t care. Let her get her own dick to fuck with.” Was Zoe’s response.

“Do you guys need another drink?” Nikki inquired.

Zoe replied. “No, I’m kind of busy with this.” Zoe moved away from me a bit and showed Nikki what she was riding.

“Holy fuck, Zoe!” Nikki choked out and turned away.

I think after that, every girl came by to see for themselves what Zoe had. Of course Zoe had to show each one of them. Every one of them wanted to dance for me afterward. Most didn’t even want to charge me, some even offered to pay me!

My dick was coated with slime. “I need it!” moaned Zoe. She lifted her ass high enough for my dick to pop into her naked cunt. I had a pocket of condoms, but had no chance of donning one. Amazingly she took me all inside her without any problems.

We stayed like that for about five or six songs. I lost count. Zoe came about three or four times. Her cunt squeezed and escort tuzla pulled at my cock until I was ready to burst.

“Zoe, I’m going to cum.” Knowing how much I’d fill her hole with sperm.

Zoe didn’t relent. In fact, she increased her humping. “Yes! Fucking fill me! I need to feel you cum inside me!”

That was it. I emptied my powerful jet steams into her pulsing pussy until nothing more came out. She squeezed me with her walls so none of my juices leaked out.

“Oh god that was good!” She giggled. “I feel so full. You know I’ve never fucked any guy without a cap. Not even my boyfriend. You are the first guy to cum inside me like this.”

Weak kneed, Zoe stood up. A torrid of white cum poured from her gaped hole. “Oh my god! How much did you cum inside of me?”

I went back a number of times and only had Zoe as my private dance. All the other girls were jealous. At the club, we used rubbers since she had to work afterwards. We also dated for a while. She dropped her old boyfriend. When we fucked outside the club, no condom and I filled her womb with wads of sticky goo. Unfortunately, she got caught at the club trying to solicit some cop and ended up getting deported back to the U.K. I go visit her some times.

That club got shut down soon after Zoe was deported, so I needed to find some place new. Not that that place was the only place I went to. I started going to a club in the west end of town called the Cannonball, a sleazy, dimly light hole in an industrial park. But the girls there were literally fucking hot. I got one girl called Santana (I’m sure it was her given name [sic]). She was a shapely but thin blond with big fake tits and long legs. As we walked into the back VIP area, there was a number of other girls “dancing” for their clients. One girl had her ass in one guys lap. She was bouncing up and down. The guy had his hands on her hips and was thrusting upwards at the same time. A second girl was kneeling between this guy’s knees and wasn’t even hiding the fact that she was sucking his dick. I noticed a third girl mounted on this guy’s lap. I didn’t have to wonder if they were actually fucking or not.

Within the first song, Santana had felt my dick and had it pulled out. As she stroked it, she asked without any embarrassment if I wanted to fuck. “I need it in me.” She said without waiting for an answer. She opened her purse and pulled out a condom. She stuck it in her mouth and used her lips to put it on my cock. She couldn’t take all of me that way so she used her hand to roll it all the way down. Of course it was too small and short. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed. I gave her one of mine and she repeated the same process. The rest of session was nothing special so…

The next time I visited the Cannonball, I was nursing a drink when the DJ announces. “Please welcome for her first time, Katty!” I look to see it was Kaitlin.

“Oh my god, she still looked incredible.” I thought. “Why is she here?”

I called her over for a private dance but mostly to talk with her. She was a little embarrassed to see me but was very happy that I didn’t object to her new profession.

Apparently after she and her parents moved away, her Mom fell off the fidelity wagon again and was caught fucking her neighbour who apparently had a huge cock. “Maybe that’s where I got my craving from.” Giggled Kaitlin as she started stroking me through my pants. “Still big and hard as ever.”

Kaitlin opened my pants and pulled me out, stoking it as she continued to explain what happened. She got pregnant but lost the baby in a miscarriage. Her parents got divorced soon after and neither wanted to support her so she was basically on her own. After a number of failed jobs as a waitress, receptionist, et cetera and needing money and having no real skills, she started stripping. Even that wasn’t enough. Her debts were huge. She heard she could make more here if she was willing to provide services.

To make a long story short, Kaitlin and I are now together. I still work at the condom place. Kaitlin understands and accepts my job requirements as long as I use a condom. “It’s not like real fucking.” Was her statement.

Kaitlin stopped working at the Cannonball and is a beautiful wife who knows how to take care of me and my package.

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It was March, a cold winter day. She was sitting in her classroom, grading yet another stack of papers when he came in. He was one of her favorites—smart, respectful, friendly, tall, dark complexion, deep brown eyes, a sweetly crooked smile and a great body. Although she knew it wasn’t appropriate, she had a little crush on him. Of course, she would never do anything about it—he was only 17, she was 37, and he was her student. But, she did have dreams about it, and she did find herself finding way to help him often in class, just so she could lean over his desk and drink in his smell. He always smelled fantastic, even after wrestling practice, and sometimes, after he gave her a hug, she’d still be able to smell him on her clothes. He was a sweet kid, and she would be sad to see him graduate in June.

That day when he came in, his normally cheerful greeting didn’t come out. Instead, he sat down at the stool by her desk, saying nothing. She looked up and saw that he was on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, wanting desperately to take him in her arms and hold him

“She dumped me.”

“I’m sorry, Dameon. That’s terrible. Do you want to talk about it?”

“She dumped me for a girl.”

Now, for a kid like Dameon, a girl dumping him for another girl is a huge blow to his ego. Although he appeared confident on the outside, he was really very shy and awkward around girls. He was much too big of a flirt, and most girls didn’t take him seriously.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry. You do know that it wasn’t you, right?”

“Yes, but . . .,” he stopped, and just sank further into himself.

She hesitated a little, but the mother in her came out and she got up from her desk and went around to him and opened her arms for a hug. He came to her, and she could smell him, as always, and her heart jumped a little as he wrapped his arms around her. “I loved her . . .” and then he started to cry softly. “Shh, it’s okay.” She held him close, and tried to ignore the feel of his breath on her breasts. She could feel its warmth come through her thin blouse, and she found herself imagining him caressing them and kissing them through the cloth.

He gathered his composure quickly, realizing how it must look to be crying in his teacher’s classroom, and said, “Thanks. I needed that. You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Not a problem, Dameon. You know I’m always here for you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He headed for the door, and for some reason, she stopped him.

“Dameon . . .”

He turned to her, his whole face was darkened with his heart break.

“Look, this may not mean anything coming from me, since I’m old enough to be your mother, but, I think any girl who’d dump you is completely crazy. You’re such a great guy. You’re smart, you’re sweet, you’re funny, and you are also very easy on the eyes. It’s her loss, and someone else’s gain.”

“Thanks, Mrs. S.” He smiled a little and started to head back out the door. “Wait . . .” He turned around again and said, “You think I’m good-looking?”

“Yes, very much so. And I know a lot of other girls do to.”

He came back towards her desk, and she wasn’t sure what he was doing. She sat down on the stool, her heart pounding a little, thinking she had crossed the line with him. He walked up to her and stood in front of her, and again, she could smell his cologne, and it made her stomach flip slightly.

“Can I ask you a question that you will answer honestly?”

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“Would you sleep with me?”

She gasped a little at his question, and tried to stop the flush that rushed to her cheeks. “Well, Dameon, you’re seventeen, and I’m your teacher, and that wouldn’t be appropriate in any way.” He stepped closer to her.

“That’s not what I asked. Would you sleep with me? If I wasn’t seventeen and I wasn’t your student?”

She thought for a moment. She wanted to say yes, but what good would it do? First of all, he couldn’t possibly be interested in her. Secondly, she was married. Thirdly, it could cost her her job. He stared at her with his dark eyes and she heard herself gasping out, “Yes.” He smiled when he heard it. He leaned over and kissed her firmly on the mouth. She tried to resist, but she found herself kissing back, enjoying his firm lips on hers. He broke the kiss and headed towards the door once more. Before he walked out, he turned and said, “I turn 18 on June 4. I graduate on June 5.” He walked away down the hallway. She sat for a moment as images of the two of them writhing in sweaty sheets ran through her head and she realized that her panties were soaked. She went back to her desk and tried to focus on her papers.

As the months towards graduation went by, Dameon came to her class every day, and she thought she saw him looking at her more intently. Although nothing had changed in his behavior towards her, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking, and she found herself using him as fantasy fodder when she pulled her vibrator out of the drawer.

Class was over for the day, and for the year. She sat down at her desk, and opened up her gradebook, double checking that all the grades were in. Graduation was tomorrow, and then she’d have three months of peace and quiet until it started all over again. As she scanned her book, she stopped on Dameon’s name. His smile flashed across her thoughts, and she remembered what he had said. “I turn 18 on June 4. I graduate on June 5.” She gathered her things and headed towards her car. As she reached her car, she saw him waiting for her. Her heart leaped, and she paused for a moment, composing herself.

“Hey, Dameon. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for graduation tomorrow?”

“Yes, but, there was something I wanted to ask you,” he said, staring at her intently.

“Well, if it’s about your grade, you did fine. 95%. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, but it’s not about that. I wanted to ask if you meant what you said back in March?”

Her thoughts rushed back to that day and she immediately flushed. As much as she should deny it, she didn’t want to. At that moment she realized that he was 18, so their being together would no longer be illegal. She felt herself get very warm and wet at the thought of him touching her, feeling her, invading her.

“Well, I . . .” she stammered, not sure how to answer his question.

He continued to stare at her, and his eyes made her knees want to go weak. He came closer to her and ran his hand down the side of her face. His arm brushed her breast, and her nipples immediately rose to attention. She caught her breath, and wanted nothing more than to touch his bare skin and feel him inside her. He must have sensed her excitement, because he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, this time sliding his tongue between her lips. She did not resist, and wrapped her arms around him, sliding one hand down pendik escort to his firm ass. They kissed deeply for some time, and then realized that she was not the only one aroused. She felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh, making her even more excited. She suddenly remembered where they were and pushed him away, saying, “Dameon, we can’t.” He smiled and agreed. “You’re right. Not until tomorrow. After graduation I’m going to my parent’s beach house. They think I’m having a graduation party with my friends, but I’m going to be all alone. At least, until you get there.” He slipped a piece of paper into her hand. “Please join me. Be my graduation present.” He kissed her one more time on the cheek and walked away. When he was out of sight, she opened the note he had given her and saw an address and directions. She got into her car and masturbated quickly, all the while imagining it was him touching her.

She couldn’t sleep all night, wondering what she was going to do. She knew she shouldn’t, but then after 12:00 on June 5, he was no longer her student, so technically, she wasn’t breaking any rules. She would be cheating on her husband, but that wasn’t illegal. And he was eighteen. As these thoughts ran through her mind, she fell asleep imagining his hands running all over her body, kissing her, touching her, and she fell asleep as she imagined what it would feel like to have him cum inside her.

Graduation was short and sweet, and when she headed out of the building at 1:00, she realized that she was going to meet him. She was going to meet him at his beach house and fuck him. She drove home quickly, thankful her husband was working all weekend. She showered, shaved her legs and pussy, and then dressed in the sexiest things she could find. She left a note for her husband that she was spending the weekend with a girlfriend so he wouldn’t be looking for her. As she drove to his beach house, her stomach flip-flopped. She had been imagining this day for months, and trying to pretend that she didn’t want it, but now, she was scared. What if was turned off by her body? She was 37 after all, and she had quite a few sags and wrinkles. She had never been thin, and although she wasn’t super heavy, she felt her curves were a little too much. She still had quite nice breasts, 40DD, but she had never been a fantastic beauty, and while time was treating her really well, Dameon was the type of guy she had only dreamed about being with. She tried not think about it as she drove on, stopping only once to masturbate quickly in her car.

When she arrived at the house, there was only one car in the driveway—his black Jeep. She pulled up in front, and she almost drove away again. She knew that as soon as she saw him, she’d never be able to leave—this was her chance to not make a huge mistake. Just as she was about to put her car back in drive, he opened the door. He stood in the doorway in his shirt and tie from graduation, his smile shining towards her. She turned off the car, and headed towards him.

When she got to the door, he kissed her passionately and said, “I wasn’t sure you’d come.” She couldn’t even speak—she couldn’t believe she was here. She walked in and found the whole room lit with candles and a roaring fire. It was a small house, and the living room doubled as a bedroom. The bed was made with beautiful pillows and covers, and candles all around it. She had no idea he was such a romantic. As he closed the door, he pulled her to him and kissed her again, this time aydınlı escort running his fingers down her body, caressing her breasts and then hugging her close to him. She melted into him, enjoying his smell and his heat. They kissed as he led her to the bed, and then gently pushed her down onto the bed. He stood before her and removed his shirt and tie, and the body that she had only an inkling of was revealed. He was muscled, with defined abs, but not so big that he looked out of proportion. She touched his abs with her hands, feeling the individual muscles, and running her fingers along his treasure trail, afraid to go further. He closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy her touch. He laid down next to her and she kissed his chest and abs and face, wanting to caress every part of him. After a time, he stopped her and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. He began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her large breasts, and he caressed them through her bra, making her nipples harden and breath come fast. She could feel his cock pressing into her pussy, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. He slide off her to his feet and began to slide her skirt up and then she stopped him.

“Dameon, wait. I’m not quite sure why you’re doing this, but you may not like what you see.”

He kissed her inner thighs, pushing her skirt higher. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I am 37, and I’m not in the greatest shape, and well, look at you.” She sat up and pulled her shirt closed. “This is a bad idea. I need to leave.” She got up and almost ran for the door. He followed her and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him once more.

“Mrs. S, I don’t care how old you are. You are beautiful. Ever since you were so nice to me when Leila dumped me, I’ve had a huge crush on you. I know you think I’m just a horny teenager who wants to get laid, but I care about you. I want you. And if you don’t believe me, maybe this will prove it.” He grabbed her hand and slide it down to his cock, which she could feel straining to release itself from his pants. “Please, let me . . .” She kissed him fiercely and they stumbled to the bed. They fell onto it, and she fumbled at his pants to get them open. When she finally did, his cock popped out, all 8 inches of it, and she quickly devoured it. She could feel her pussy oozing and couldn’t wait for him to fuck her. As she continued to suck his cock, he slid his hand under her skirt and touched her pussy, sliding a finger under her wet panties and onto her clit. She almost came from the shock of his warm fingers on her. She moaned, and he slid a finger inside her, then two. He finger fucked her as she deep-throated his cock, his finger movements helping her in her cock sucking. She pulled away and stood, removing the rest of her clothing, and he did the same. She laid down on the bed and said, “Fuck me, please!” He smiled at her and climbed on top of her, thrusting his cock into her hard. She screamed from the contact, almost cumming immediately. He began to move rhythmically, pushing hard up against her, burying himself as deeply as he could. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, keeping him as close as she could, wanting him as deep inside her as he could get. As they moved together, she could feel herself getting closer and closer, and she sensed he was the same. They continued to move against each other, faster and deeper until she came in a gushing flow, a scream of ecstasy escaping from her mouth. He came almost immediately, and she could feel his cock pumping into her. He collapsed on top of her, panting, sweat glistening on his smooth chest. He rolled next to her and kissed her, basking in the moment. “Happy Graduation,” she said as he began to caress her breasts one more time.

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Joyce stood back from the toilet and threw the last piece of paper into the bowl,

“Paul, I need you,” she shouted.

Less than 30 seconds later her 40 year old son entered the bathroom, he was naked and his cock was fully erect.

“I’ve finished and it’s time you cleaned Mommy up, my arse and pussy need a bit more attention,” she said to him.

Joyce turned round and leaned against the cistern, thrusting her arse towards her son. She had given herself a good wipe after her crap, but wanted her son to clean her completely with his tongue.

Paul knelt down behind her and smelt the faint odour from his Mom’s arse. He thrust his face forward into her bum cheeks and dutifully started to lick his mother’s tight little butt hole.

It was something that they did on a regular basis now. Paul had become his mother’s toilet slave and virtually every time she went to the bathroom, he was either in there with her, drinking her pee or wiping her arse and giving her a good clean up with his tongue afterwards or he was called to finish things off after she had done some cleaning up herself..

“Oh yes that’s good, you perverted little sod,” Joyce groaned as she felt her son’s tongue enter her rectum, “Lick Mommy’s bum completely clean.”

Joyce could feel her pussy getting wetter as her son’s tongue flicked in and out of her arse and up and down her bum crack. She might be 67 but she was having the best sex of her life, since her son had come to live back home after a messy divorce.

A week earlier they had just been a normal mother and son, sort of. She had always fantasised about him but was too afraid to do anything. However when he had nowhere else to go and came back to live with her, she soon noticed how her panties developed crusty little stains. She hadn’t seen that for over 20 years and had been overjoyed when she realised her little boy still enjoyed wanking over his mother.

With the help of her friend Irene, she had forced Paul out into the open and now he shared her bed every night and had become her little sex slave.

Joyce’s pussy ached terribly because in the last week he had fucked her every day, but as he continued to lick her arse, she knew that she would need his cock inside her again this morning.

However there was another job that needed doing first. She straightened up and turned round and looked down at her son.

“Okay I want you to do what we discussed last night now, are you ready?” she said.

Paul stood up, “Anything for you Mom, you know that.”

“Right then get in the shower and have fun, I’m going to get the camera,” Joyce said.

The night before Joyce had told Paul that she wanted to make a little movie for a select group of ladies. Those women were coming to her house tonight and her son was going to be the star of the night.

Paul lathered his hands and used his right one on his aching cock and the left to fondle his testicles. Just a few feet away Joyce was filming him as he masturbated in the shower. It was taking all his will power not to make himself cum, but he knew his Mom wanted the show to last at least a few minutes. He turned to face her, as his right hand started another long sweep up the length of his cock. She was still naked from earlier, and the sight of her saggy tits and bushy pepper colored pubes made his cock twitch even more. She feigned a kiss and smiled and then licked her lips provocatively. Paul felt his balls tighten and felt the rush as his sperm shot from the end of his cock. He continued to wank until every last drop drained into the shower tray.

Joyce stopped the recording and said “I think that will do fine son, my friends are going to love this and then of course my little boy is going to give them the real thing.”

Paul shook with the thought of performing in front of his Mom’s friend. He had already fucked a lady from across the road whom he had always called “Aunty Irene”, tonight 3 other widowed/divorced ladies were coming to the house for some illicit fun.

“But before we get dressed, Mommy needs her pussy filled darling and she wants her naughty little boy to put his dick deep inside her”, Joyce said.

Paul escort bayan dried himself off and went to the bedroom he now shared with his Mom. She was sitting on the side of the bed waiting for him.

“Come and stand in front of Mommy and rub your limp dick,” Joyce said.

Paul did as he was told and reached down for his cock, rubbing it for her.

“Mmmmm I love it when your cock is like this, it reminds me of all those times I saw you naked years ago,” Joyce said, “Mommy loves it when your penis is limp darling, let Mommy kiss it, hold it up dear.”

Paul held his soft cock up to his Mom’s lips, he could feel the blood returning to him, but wanted his cock to remain in this state for as long as possible, because he knew how much his randy Mom liked it. She had told him several times in the last week that she’d made false excuses to come into the bathroom whilst he was bathing or showering when he was a teenager, just so she could get a glimpse of his cock and it being limp like this reminded her of those happy days. The fact that she would come into the bathroom and have a good look and then go back to her bedroom and frig herself off, was simply wonderful for Paul. In fact he wished he had known then, what he knew now and perhaps he would have just stayed with his mother instead of getting married.

Joyce’s lips encompassed her son’s cock as he held it for her, she used her tongue on him, pushing the tip of it into the meatus, tasting the residue of her son’s spunk. She felt his cock start to twitch and she slapped his arse with her hand.

She pulled her mouth away and looked at him,

“Now, now, you know Mommy likes limp dick to start with, I’ll tell you when you can get a hard on, you dirty little sod, I know sucking gets you excited but you have got to learn and control things if you are going to keep Mommy happy,” she said to him.

Paul felt like a naughty little boy and loved it and willed his cock not to get erect too soon.

Joyce spent a good 5 minutes on his cock and then fell back so she was lying on the bed.

“Okay Paul darling, time to fill Mommy’s twat, I’m soaking wet and can’t wait any longer.”

Paul reached down for his cock and stroked himself, he knew how to get his cock from semi-erect to full hard on in seconds and as his cock grew, he knelt on the bed between his Mom’s legs.

They fucked for a good 10 minutes in a few different positions before, once again, Paul filled his Mom’s pussy with his cum.

When evening came Paul was banished to the bedroom as Joyce welcomed her 4 guests for the evening.

Irene was 69 and lived across the road, she had already experienced Paul’s cock inside her and was looking forward to some more tonight.

Tabitha was 58 and divorced and still worked at the factory where Joyce had worked until retirement. Like Irene she was a plump lady and Joyce knew she hadn’t had a man for a number of years.

Esther was 62 and another neighbour. She had been widowed a couple of years back. She was small and thin and in fact looked more like 42 than 62.

Glenda was a friend from the Bridge club, like Joyce she was 67, but she had a fantastic figure and could easily pass off for much younger.

The evening started with drinks and a few laughs and a bit of gossip, after half an hour Joyce turned the conversation round to sex and told her friends she had been watching a few porn films on TV. She knew that Glenda and Tabitha loved talking about sex, but she was really pleased that Esther too admitted to a couple of fantasies, one involving the lad who did her grass cutting and another involving a black guy from UPS who often delivered in the area. Joyce topped up the wine glasses and went to get her video.

“Well ladies, I have a bit of a treat for you, I filmed this secretly and thought you might like a little look.”

Joyce turned on the TV, set the channel and Paul came into full view, his back to the camera as he washed himself.

“Joyce, is that your boy? Glenda squealed.

“Sure is, caught him unawares.”

“God, he’s got a lovely ass,” Tabitha said.

Joyce looked over at Irene and they tuzla genç escort exchanged a secret smile.

Paul turned, so he was side on and the ladies got a full view of his erect cock as he started to wank himself off. The shot zoomed in to his swollen member as his right hand moved slowly up and down it.

“Sweet Jesus,” Glenda said “I don’t believe you filmed your son masturbating.”

Joyce looked at her friends and could see the lust in their eyes and feel the excitement go up in the room.

The women ohhed and ahhed as Paul continued to jerk himself off until finally he turned to face the camera and they watched open-mouthed as his thick white cum shot from the end of his cock.

“Like it?” Joyce asked.

The women all stared talking at once, asking questions and remarking how horny it was.

Finally Esther asked “Did he know you were there? Only it seemed he was looking right down the camera at the end there.”

Joyce grinned, “Of course he knew, my little boy likes putting on a show for his Mommy.”

Joyce told the ladies the whole story, including the stuff about Irene who had remained quite silent up until that point.

By the time Joyce had finished the room was thick with sexual tension.

“So anyway,” Joyce said, “Time for a treat for all of us, what I want each of us to do is go to the bathroom for a pee, but I want us to actually pee in our knickers, then bring them back here nice and wet and then I’m going to get Paul to put on a show for us.”

“Are you serious?” Tabitha asked.

“Yes, look Paul is my toilet slave, he loves the taste of my piss and even licks my arse after a crap, he’s even done Irene’s arse and he just loves panties, so I am going to get him to masturbate in front of us using our wet knickers,” Joyce said.

Irene stood up, “Well I want him to lick my piss soaked panties anyway,” and she went off to the bathroom

10 Minutes later Joyce brought Paul into the lounge. He had wanked himself off whilst listening to the women talking and then going to the toilet, so he stood before them naked with his dick hanging down between his legs, just as his Mom liked it.

“Tonight Paul is our little boy, he is going to do everything we tell him and I don’t want any of you ladies leaving without being completely satisfied,” Joyce said.

She turned to Paul, “You are going to be a good boy and do what Mommy and her friends want aren’t you?”

“Yes Mommy, anything,” Paul replied.

Joyce reached down and grabbed her son’s limp cock, “Doesn’t he look so innocent like this.”

Her friends grinned as she stroked him and although his cock twitched, it stayed deflated.

“He’ll be nice and hard by the time any of you need a good fucking, don’t worry,” Joyce said. She then pointed Paul towards the coffee table.

“Okay on the table are 5 pairs of panties for our little panty boy, Mommy’s are the black lacy one’s, Aunty Irene’s are the white lacy one’s, Aunty Tabitha’s are white too, but cotton, Aunty Esther’s are the pink cotton one’s and Aunty Glenda’s are those nice hi-leg purple pair. All of them are wet with our pee, we want you to enjoy them in front of us.”

Paul went over to the coffee table, the air was heavy with the smell of urine and he couldn’t believe he was looking at 5 wet pairs of knickers from 5 old ladies. He picked up Glenda’s and started to lick them and suck them, tasting her piss, with his left hand he rubbed them all over his face as the ladies watched. He reached down and picked up the pink knickers and rubbed them into his groin feeling the now cold pee from them run down his leg. The women watched hungrily as Paul licked and sucked each pair, rubbing their piss into his body.

“Do you like the taste of Aunty Glenda’s pussy?” Joyce asked.

“Yes,” Paul groaned, “I want to lick her cunt and drink her piss all day.”

“Yes please,” Glenda said.

Paul loved the feel and taste of the panties he had and watched each woman’s face as he did different things with them and his cock grew as he saw the sheer lustful hunger in each of their eyes.

He grabbed Tabitha’s panties stood in front tuzla kendi evi olan escort of her and held them above his head. With both hands he wrung them out and her piss dripped down onto his head and into his mouth as he turned his face upward.

“I’d love for you to piss in my mouth, Aunty Tabitha,” Paul said, “I prefer it hot.”

Tabitha was already rubbing her pussy, but when Paul said those words she opened her legs wide, so he could see her hairy snatch.

Paul pouted his lips and stuck out his tongue as if licking her.

Tabitha said “Fucking hell, I can’t wait to get his cock up my pussy.”

Irene stood up and grabbed her panties from the table, she thrust them into Paul’s face,

“Taste my piss and my arse you horny sod,” she demanded.

Paul did as he was told, licking the white lacy knickers and then snatching them from Irene and using them on his cock. He wanked himself using her panties, feeling the wetness of her on his stiff cock.

The masturbation continued for another 10 minutes as he used each pair of knickers for different things.

Joyce stood up and stopped him and said, “Okay toilet boy, before you do some shagging, you’ve got some arses to lick.”

She turned to her friends “Okay ladies, clothes off, time to get your butt holes cleaned out by my boy.”

All 5 ladies stripped off until they were naked. Paul watched as big tits and little tits, big arses, and petite ones and 5 hairy pussies were revealed.

“Right now Mommy’s boy is going to show these ladies a good time, firstly though Mommy’s arse needs a good clean up, come and lick me like you did this morning after my crap, show my friends what a little pervert you are,” Joyce said.

Paul got on all fours behind his mother and started to lick her arse and tongue her butt-hole.

“Does Mommy smell good?” Joyce said.

“I love the smell of your arse Mom, I want to lick it alday.”

Joyce enjoyed the sensation for a few minutes whilst her friends watched.

“Okay now give Aunty Glenda’s arse a good clean,” Joyce said.

Paul stuck his face into Glenda’s arse, licking her and pushing his tongue into her arse-hole.

And so this continued as Paul moved from woman to woman firstly doing their arses then each of their pussies with his lips and tongue.

At one point he started to ejaculate, whilst licking Irene’s big fat arse again and his Mom told him to quickly cum over Irene’s arse not on the floor. After he had, she then made him lick all his cum from Irene’s arse and share it with her in a kiss.

After he had cum, the whole thing turned into a bit of a free for all, as his limp cock was grabbed by different women and each of them wanted him to suck their tits and kiss their lips.

Joyce watched from the sofa as her friend Glenda squirted her cum into her son’s open mouth whilst little Esther licked his balls and limp dick and at the same time Paul was fondling Tabitha’s ample bosom.

Joyce masturbated vigorously as Irene and Esther then stood over Paul and masturbated themselves to orgasm all over him.

Eventually Paul’s cock grew again and like a dutiful son, he fucked each of His Mom’s friends at least once before finally draining himself for the last time that night inside Glenda’s arse.

There was alot of cleaning up to do afterwards but it was all worth it. All of them had enjoyed an amazing evening and Paul knew that as well as his Mom he was going to keep these other ladies happy as well.

The day ended as it had begun for Paul because as everyone left, Irene took him to the bathroom.

“I’ve been saving this for you,” she said. She lifted her skirt & sat down on the toilet and Paul watched as Irene had a crap in front of him.

As her faeces plopped into the water, Paul grabbed his cock and started to play with himself.

“Oh Aunty Irene, this is lovely.”

Irene stood up, “Wipe my arse,” she demanded.

Paul used some tissue on Irene’s bum and then went down on her with his tongue, licking her hairy butt-hole.

“That’s good darling, you’ll have to do this for me every day just like you do for your Mommy.”

“Yes please,” Paul, “I want to lick you always Aunty Irene.”

Just then Joyce entered, “Come on Rene, he needs to conserve some energy for me, go home.”

Irene laughed, pulled herself together and left Mother and Son alone to enjoy the rest of the night together.

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My eyes crack open as Marla tears the curtains open. She’s a morning person.

“Wake up, Trev. We have to get ready for school!”

“I’m getting up, geez,” I groan, rolling over and crushing my head under a pillow to block the morning sun.

Marla and I share a room. We always have. She’s my older sister. Well, older by two hours. We’re twins. We have always been quite close, and we do nearly everything together.

Marla grabs my pillow and yanks it from its place over my head.

“You’re going to make us late. Get your lazy ass up and get a move on.”

I roll over and stare up at her face. She stares back at me with her soft blue eyes. She had her arms crossed and wore a stern, annoyed look on her face.

I crack a smile.

“Okay, I’m up,” I say as I toss the sheets off myself and rise to my feet. I tower above my sister. She’s five feet or so, and I’m close to six feet. I wrap and arm around her neck and give her a squeeze before heading towards the shower.

“Make it fast, we’re damn near almost late!”

Yeah, yeah, I mutter to myself, closing the bathroom door behind me.

We pile in her car together and head off to school.

I look over at Marla. She looks off. Angry? Sad?

She darts her eyes in my direction.

“What.”

“What’s up with you this morning? You aren’t acting yourself.”

“Nothing you need to worry with,” She said with a shrug.

I shrug. “Fine, I didn’t really care to know anyway.” This always gets Marla to talk.

Marla released an annoyed sigh. “Why ask, then!” She pauses and the car is filled with a brief amount of silence before she says, “It’s Cody. He left me. It’s whatever though, I don’t even care.”

Cody was the first guy Marla had ever slept with. I knew from the beginning he was a jackass and no good for her but, hey, girls who think they’re in love don’t listen to people who try to tell them it isn’t love.

She shoots a teary-eyed look my way.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say ‘I told you so’?”

I shake my head. “Nah, I think you get the point.”

That comment seemed to hurt her. I offer a soft smile and place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze.

“Don’t worry, Mar. I’m here for you if you need me.”

I feel her leg tense up and she stares straight ahead.

“T-thank you Trevor.”

Soon enough, we arrived at our school. Before we both parted for out classes, I pulled my barely-older sister close and squeezed her tight in a bear hug that she loved so much.

She pulled away and looked up at me.

“You mean it, Trev? That you’ll be there for me?”

“Of course.”

“For anything? Anything at all?”

A quizzical expression erupts across my face. “Yeah, anything.”

Marla nearly looks embarrassed as she smiles at me and waves goodbye before disappearing to class.

Later that night, Marla seemed to be almost back to her normal self. I laid on my bed with my laptop on my lap, trying to focus on doing an assignment for a class. Marla was seated next to me, watching some show on the bedroom TV.

“Remember earlier when you said you would do anything for me?”

I glance up from my keyboard. “Yeah, what about it?”

She smirked. “Tell me, Trev. How many women have you had sex with?”

“Now what kind of question is that?” I stare at her. She wore a very serious expression as she met my stare and waited for my answer. I sigh. “Uh, I guess about three or four. Why do you ask?”

I watch her blue eyes widen, almost as if she was shocked. “Wow, really? What attracted you to those girls?”

I shrug lightly. “They were beautiful, I guess.”

“Did you love them?”

The honest answer to that was no. It was really just girlfriends who were in and out of my life fairly quick. I have never had sex with a woman I loved, no.

“Well, I guess you could say that. I wasn’t in love, though,” I reply.

Marla nods, seeming to take this answer in.

“Okay, what does your dream girl look like?”

I want to tell her that basically, it would be her. Or, at least the way she looks. I slowly look her up and down. Marla is slender, and her breasts look good in whatever she wears. And her lips are so soft and quite plump. Those baby blue eyes could make a man do anything. Her sandy brown hair stopped just above her rear, and it was soft. So soft. And… My eyes snap back up to her face. I definitely should not use her as an example of what a perfect woman to me would be. She’s my sister, of course.

“Well, I can’t really say. Brunette, skinny, perfect tits and a round ass?” I chuckle.

She nods. ” What about me/”

“Wh- no. Not you, what do you mean?” Perhaps she caught me checking her body.

“I mean do you think I’m pretty? Possibly pretty enough to be a dream girl to someone?”

“Oh, most definitely!” That seemed like a very fast response.

I watch as her lips break into a grin.

“Alrighty Trev. That works for me.” She stands up and stretches. “I’m going to take a shower quickly, is that fine?”

“Yeah, go ahead. I have to finish this paper real fast anyway.”

I kaynarca escort watch her leave the room and retreat down the hall. I close my laptop and set it off to the side, focusing my gaze towards the bedroom ceiling. I hear the squeak of the bathtub knobs and hear the rush of water as the shower blasts on. I look towards the clock on the wall. It’s 9 o’clock. I force myself off the bed and shuffle across the floor towards the kitchen.

As I pass the bathroom door, I notice its cracked. I have never seen Marla’s naked body. If it was that good looking with clothes on, what was it like bare naked? I stop next to the door.

Just one peek won’t hurt, I say to myself.

I stand there a moment but suddenly feel guilt take over. No, It’s wrong. So wrong. I roll my eyes at the thought of that stupid shit and continue to the kitchen. I rummage through the empty cabinets. Nothing interesting. It was nearly time to go grocery shopping. I open the fridge door and grab a cold slice of pizza and a soda. I lean against the counter and mindlessly chow down on the day old pizza. As I finish the cold slice and sip on my soda, I hear the rushing water stop. I freeze. The crack of the door opened up straight to my wet, naked sister. I would have the perfect view of her body.

Without a second thought or an ounce of moral give a damn, I quickly snuck towards the bathroom. I slowly walked backwards until the crack gave me enough view and I pressed myself against the wall in the dark hallway. I try to silence my breathing. The shower door opens and I feel my knees weaken. There she was. Her soft, wet skin glistened in the light. I watch as she quickly dries herself with her towel, going over every curve and inch of her body, She leaned over and wrapped her wet hair in the fuzzy blue towel. I feel my cock growing as her beautiful breasts dangled as she leaned. She walked closer to the bathroom mirror and I grab my nearly rock hard dick and watch as she grabs both her breasts in each hand. She gives them each a tender, squeeze. Marla turns around and glaces back at her round ass in the mirror.

“Hey, Trevor?” She yells.

I nearly fly from my skin as I tear my gaze away and quietly dart back to the bedroom and shakily sit back on my mattress.

Marla appears in the door way with her hair wrapped neatly in her towel and covered by her pajamas.

“Trev?”

I look up at her face. My body is trembling with fear, Had she spotted me? Oh, God!

“Are you okay? You look pretty spooked?” She crossed the room and leaned over to hug me.

“I.. Yes. I-I’m okay.”

“Hm? You positive? You’re shaking something awful and you look pale…”

I meet her eyes and nod. She must not have noticed me. “Y-yeah, just feeling a bit sick all of a sudden. Don’t worry.”

She straightens back up. “Alrighty, Trev. I was going to ask if you were hungry and what you wanted for dinner.”

I lay back on my pillow and shimmy under the covers. “I think I’ll pass tonight. Not hungry. There’s still a few slices of pizza in the fridge.”

Marla leaned over and gave me a hug. Her breasts rested against my left arm. I swallow a lump in my throat.

“I’ll be quiet, just be sure you get some rest. Love you, brother.”

“I love you too, Marla.”

She exited the room and shut the light off behind her.

I stare up at the ceiling, breathing. That was a hell of a rush. I smirk and close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

The next few days were typical. Wake up, go to school, come home, repeat. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Finally, Saturday rolled around.

I woke up around lunch time. I sleepily shuffled towards the kitchen. Marla was laid out on the couch watching tv.

“Oh, surprised you’re awake so early. You usually don’t wake up until 2 or so.”

“Ha, not today. You need anything from the kitchen?”

Marla stands up. She is wearing a very low cut tank top and obviously has no bra on. She only has on a pair of panties.

“Dammit Marla, get dressed, would ya?” I can’t remove my gaze.

“If you ever woke up at a decent time on Saturdays, you’d know this is normal for me. I’m comfortable, so what? If you can walk around shirtless and in your pj pants, it’s okay for me!”

I look up at her face to see her staring at me. “Y-yeah that’s fine then.”

I walk towards the kitchen with Marla tagging close behind.

“Sit, I’ll make you something. What do you want?”

“Oh, just cereal is fine. You don’t have to,” I say.

She turned her back to me. “No, sit.”

I obey. I stare at her ass out the corner of my eye as she stands on her toes to reach a bowl. Each movement she makes, her ass jiggles pleasantly. I can feel another boner forming. These thin pants were NOT great when it came to hiding these things. I scooted closer to the table in hopes to hide it.

Marla dropped two bowls of dry cereal on the table, one for me and one for her. She leaned across and began pouring the milk over my breakfast. Her perky tits were at eye level for me. I tried hard to focus on my spoon and watch the milk rushing over my Cheerios.

She orhanlı escort fell back into her seat and filled her own bowl.

“So, anything planned for tonight?”

“Nah, just staying home,” I say through a mouthful of cereal. “You?”

“Mmm… nah. Maybe I’ll stay here with you.” She smiles cheerfully.

I shrug. “Want to order a pizza and just watch a movie?”

She nodded.

“You’d do anything for me, right?”

“This again? You already know the answer.” I roll my eyes and watch her.

Marla props her head up on her hand. “Okay, Trev. Can I ask a strange question?”

I nod,

“How big is an average cock?”

I nearly choke on my mouthful of Cheerios. “Oh? Why do you ask?”

“I want to know if Cody was… average? Or bigger?”

I think for a moment. “I guess average would be six inches?”

Marla giggles. “I don’t think he was that big.”

Poor guy.

“What about you? How big are you?” Marla asks, smiling softly.

I feel my cheeks reddening a tad. ” M-me?”

“Yeah, man. How big? I’ll answer a weird question if you answer mine.”

“Well, I’m eight inches.”

A grin split my sister’s lips. “Oh, wow. Over achiever, eh?” She giggled. “Now, ask me something.”

I shuffle through my mind trying to find an appropriate question to ask my sibling. “What did Cody do with you sexually?”

“Oh…” She seemed to be deep in thought. “I will admit, Cody and I only had sex that one time. S-so, just sex. That’s all. Nothing extra.”

“No oral? Nothing foreplay wise?” I found this odd. Most guys love going down on a woman and loved playing with her before the real show.

“No. I admit, I want to try those things, though. Really want to.”

I can feel my boner pressing against the bottom of the tabletop. Thoughts crept into my head and I pushed them out quick.

Marla stood up and grabbed both of out bowls, tossing them in the sink. She came over and gently rubbed my shoulder.

“Come on, we need to get dressed and start out day.”

“Go on ahead, Mar. I’m going to sit here a minute. I may eat something else.” False, I needed this erection to deflate before I stood up around her.

“Okay!” She turned and disappeared from the room.

What were all of these questions about? I guess she was simply curious about how things are supposed to be sexually… Cody must have really messed with her.

After a few minutes of sitting and letting my erection disappear, I retreated towards the bedroom to get dressed.

The rest of the day was pretty slow moving. Marla went out with a pal of hers and they hung out for a while. I worked on past-due homework assignments for the majority of the time, and napped.

Marla shook me awake from my nap.

“Come on, Trev. You said we’d hang out a while, remember?”

I look up at the clock. 8:30. I stretch and nod.

“You can come in the living room when you get ready. I picked up the pizza before I got home.”

I allowed myself to fully wake up and I met Marla in the living room. She was balled up on the couch with a blanket. She lifted it and patted the couch.

“Come on Trevor. I picked a horror movie, if that”s okay with you.”

“Hell yeah, that’s fine with me!” I drop down next to her and pull part of the blanket over myself.

Marla turned on The Conjuring.

“This one is supposed to be REALLY good!”

We both fell into the movie quickly. We ate pizza from the box on the coffee table and enjoyed the calmer part of the movie.

Suddenly, it began getting intense and Marla scooted her body closer to mine. A jump scare made her throw herself against me. I glanced down at her. She had her arms wrapped around me.

“S-sorry! I get scared easily, you know that!”

“No.. it’s cool. Go ahead.” I put my right arm around her body. This is pretty much how we carried out the rest of the movie.

Once it ended, Marla took a deep breath.

“Well, that was intense, yeah?”

I laugh, “Yeah. You were terrified the whole time, you baby!”

Marla giggles and looks up at me. “I loved having you here to hold me. It made me feel much better…”

“Oh, no problem. What are brother’s for?”

She smirked at me. “They do anything for their sisters.”

I nod. “Of course.”

“Trevor, I don’t believe I was in love with Cody.”

“Oh? I figured you were, you seemed so torn up about the breakup.”

“No, I don’t think I was. The sex wasn’t wonderful that night. You said you weren’t in love with those girls. Was that sex great?”

I thought about this for a moment. “No, I don’t suppose it was.”

Marla smiles. “Do you think I’m beautiful, Trev?”

“W-well. of course. You’re my sister.” I feel that erection coming back, and feel a nervous knot forming in my stomach.

“Did you think my body was beautiful after my shower a few nights ago?”

My eyes widen. She… she did see me? This damn erection was coming on strong at the thought of her body.

“It’s okay Trevor. I know you saw me. You think me leaving that door cracked was an accident?” She smirks tepeören escort and giggles. “Of course not.”

My breathing is shallow and I’m shaking again.

“Do you love me, Trevor?”

I nod. “Of course,” I say softly, not knowing what to do.

“Good. I love you too, Trev.”

I jump to my feet. “Listen, Marla. I’m beat. I think I’m going to hit the hay okay?”

I walk down the hall and slink under my blanket. I definitely was not tired, but I would force myself back to sleep before I said something stupid.

i laid in bed for a few hours, drifting in and out of sleep. I know it was late. I tense up as I hear the door creak open.

“Trevor?” I hear Marla whisper quietly.

I don’t dare respond.

I listen closely as I hear some quiet shuffling as Marla opens a drawer and rummages quietly about. I can hear her footsteps as she pads across the room and crawls into her own bed. I hear a very soft, whimper. I listen for a few seconds as my twin sister made very quiet sighs. Still pretending to be asleep, I roll my body over to face her bed. She falls dead silent and I can tell she is frozen. I fake a slight snore sound to convince her I was still asleep. The dim light produced by a nightlight on her side of the room illuminated her body slightly. I couldn’t see much through my barely cracked eyes.

Marla was seated upright on her bed, her long slender legs spread wide. Her hand was situated between her thighs. Oh fuck, my sister was masturbating right in front of me. My dick was throbbing in my boxers.

I could not see any detail of her. Only her movements. I listened to her soft, nearly inaudible sighs. I couldn’t take in. With the slowest of movements, I sneaked my hand down towards my cock. I watched as Marla lifted a phallic shape from her bed and moved that between her legs. It made a very satisfying squishing sound as she forced the dildo into her body. I barely stroked my cock. Marla moaned a tad louder and attempted to silence herself. My stroking was making a brushing noise against my sheets and I didn’t notice Marla quickly look in my direction. I spotted her gaze and stopped my gentle movements and locked my eyes shut. Shit.

I heard Marla scoot off her mattress and listened as she padded across the floor. She stopped in front of my bed. I could smell her perfume and I froze entirely, stopping all movement from my breathing or anything else.

I hear the click of the lamp next to my bed.

Marla fell to her knees and brushed her hand across my cheek.

“I saw you, Trevor.”

I stay silent. Fuck.

“Trevor?” She whispered into my ear.

I slowly open my eyes.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry.”

Marla giggled. “Trevor?”

“Yeah?”

Marla crawled onto my bed. ” Would you do anything in the world for me?”

I nod. “Y-yes Marla.”

“I love you, Trevor.”

“I… I love you too, Marla.”

Her lips are pressed against mine in a matter of seconds. It feels as if electricity is rocketing through every nerve in my entire body. My dick is so hard, its painful.

I focus on her lips. Her soft, plum lips, I allow my fingers to mesh themselves deep in her log, brown hair. Marla’s hands sneak under the tail of my t-shirt and her fingers crawl up my torso and to my chest. I tear away from her lips and move my mouth to her slender neck. My lips danced up and down her neck, kissing and suckling her. She shivered against me, releasing a slight moan.

“Trevor, that’s wonderful..”

She places her still-covered pussy against my boxers and begins grinding against my dick. She moans pitifully.

I begin tugging her tank top off her her body, Her perfect breasts were exposed fully and I could take them in fully now. I take them into each hand and use my thumbs to play with her perfect pink nipples. Marla grinds against me harder, pushing herself into my body.

“What was it that you said you really wanted to experience, Marla?” I ask, taking a breast into my mouth and sucking gently on her hard nipple.

Marla’s voice trembled as she responded. “Oral and foreplay, please.”

I roll over, placing Marla on her back. I kiss her lips deeply and kiss and trail down her body. I stop once I reach the hem of her pink lace panties. I linger here, kissing just above them hem. Her body trembled with anticipation. I grab her tiny panties and shimmy them off of her. I groan with happiness upon the sight of her perfectly shaven cunt.

“Are you wet for me, sister?”

“Oh, yes, Trevor!”

I place my face directly by her ear.

“Call me brother for now.”

Marla grabbed me by the back of my head and tugged my lips back down to hers. She kissed my lips.

“Please, brother.”

My fingers found her pussy. She was so incredibly wet. I used my thumb play around with her clit. Marla gasped and squealed with pleasure.

I slowly insert one finger in her body, Her cunt was wonderfully soft.

“Are you okay, Marla?”

She nods and I insert a second finger. I begin at a slow pace, pushing my fingers deep inside of her, and pulling back slowing. I watched her face as I picked up the pace. Her moans were becoming more audible now, It was such a sweet sound. My pace went even faster and I pumped my fingers into her pussy at a rapid pace. Marla was squeaking with pleasure. I remove my fingers and quickly suck her juice from my middle and pointer finger.

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It was just another lunch time, or so I thought. Lunch usually consisted of munching on a sandwich while I dealt some black jack for fun. I suppose an explanation is in order before I continue. The shop has lunch nearly an hour before the office and engineering staff, so we pretty much have the break room to ourselves, we, being the engineers, administrative staff, which are mostly women, and secretaries. Most of them eat at their desks, except three secretaries and myself. Occasionally one of the other ladies will join our small group, but not often. At forty, I am by far the oldest of the group, and am the only man. If I didn’t need the break from the constantly ringing phone, I’d probably eat at my desk like most of the other engineers.

As it was, the three, very cute in my book, secretaries, sat and chatted, sometimes including me in the conversation, sometimes not. More times than not they seemed to talk about things that most men would find either embarrassing or stimulating, if you know what I mean. They seemed to delight in seeing how big of a bulge in my pants they could create. I’m sure my wife wondered why some days I would be trying to get into her pants well before bedtime!

A few weeks ago the ladies went to a casino and fell in love with blackjack, and talked me into spending my lunch time with them, dealing hands. I had to say I was getting pretty good at it. Today was really just a normal day, except for the conversation. Today they seemed to be really intent on trying to fuck with my mind while I dealt.

“So, anyway, Donna went to that new boutique south of town. She was going to get a bikini wax because she bought this cute little negligee for her anniversary.” Angie said. Angie was the oldest of the three, being about twenty- eight or so, with a well formed body sporting a pair of easily C- cup tits that she loved to display with low cut tops. She had long slim legs that she showed to perfection, rarely wearing anything but mini-skirts, even on cold winter days.

“So, did her hubby like it?” Trina asked, after she motioned for me to hit her. Trina was a very petite woman, barely into her twenties with a definite oriental heritage. She was a bit more reserved than Angie, wearing more conservative skirts, but usually with form- fitting tops that accentuated her B- cup tits. I really would have loved to see what she looked like naked.

“Oh, the girl at the boutique talked her into a complete shave! Her husband was so turned on when he saw her in it all shaved, that he sucked and fucked her for three hours!” Angie said with a grin.

“No shit?” Jennifer asked. Jenifer was the most reserved, just turning twenty four and generally wearing a much more conservative wardrobe. I had little idea what her body looked like, other than she had a reasonably nice- sized pair of tits that were always hidden well inside a practically industrial strength bra. It was hard to tell how much was formed by her and how much was hidden by the bra. She had fairly long blond hair and slim hips and legs. I suspected that she was a very hot- looking woman if she would ever wear anything to show it. “I wish my husband would fuck me for three hours. All he wants to play with are his golf balls!”

“So why don’t you go get shaved?” Angie asked. “You could do it for your birthday this weekend and surprise him. I hear guys really go for eating bald pussy! Don’t they, Mike?” she asked, looking straight at me.

They spent significant amounts of time teasing the hell out of me, with Angie seeming to take the lead. I had two ways to go, I could turn red and try to duck it, or I could fight fire with fire. “I don’t know. I haven’t ever eaten a bald pussy. My wife has a nice curly bush,” I replied, deciding to fight fire with fire.

“Well, we could fix that!” Trina said, standing up. She started to pull her skirt up. “Or not!” she said with a wink, dropping the hem the two inches she had pulled it up, before sitting back down.

“Oh, you are so bad!” Angie said with a laugh.

“Hey. Not nice to tease…” I said as I dealt out another hand.

“No, it’s not. But you didn’t answer the question either.” Trina replied.

“Ok. If that’s how you want it.” I said with a grin. ” A pussy is a pussy. They all taste good. Especially when you’re licking up between a sweet set of lips. But no hair? It would certainly be fun to try!”

“See?” Angie said to Jennifer. “There’s a hot guy’s opinion. You should go get shaved.”

“I hardly get undressed anywhere other than my bedroom. There’s no way I could ever get undressed in front of a stranger and allow them to shave me.” Jennifer said, shaking her head slowly.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. I’ve had my boyfriends shave me before.” Trina said. “It’s fun. They shave you smooth and then lick your sweet pussy until you cum! Oh, God!” she said, looking at the ceiling and pressing a hand between her legs, apparently remembering the sensations.

“I don’t think that’s exactly how it works at the boutique!” Angie kurtköy escort said, giving Trina’s shoulder a gentle shove. “Although it does sound pretty sexy! I really think you should do it. Surprise your husband, maybe he won’t find the golf green quite so interesting.”

“I just couldn’t. You’d have to tie me up and drag me in there naked!” Jennifer replied.

“We can arrange that!” Trina said.

“Not on your life!” Jennifer said vehemently.

“Oh, sure. You just need some help!” Angie said. “What are friends for?”

“Yeah, like I really need friends like that!”

“Hey, we’ll come over Saturday morning and take you. Piece of cake!” Angie said with a grin.

“No way! It ain’t happening.” Jennifer said.

“Ok… you like to gamble. Tell you what. Next hand, if mine is higher than yours, you go!” Angie said.

“Oh, right. And if you lose? You what, don’t take me?”

“I think if she loses SHE should have to get shaved.” Trina said with a grin.

“No, better yet, both of you have to go! And I’ll just stand there and watch, with both of you naked the whole time!” Jennifer said, clearly hoping to up the ante way too high for them.

“Done!” Trina said.

“Wait a second. This is nothing for Trina. She’s been shaved before.” Angie said.

“Fine. We lose, Mike can come watch me being shaved.” Trina said.

“Wait as sec. How did I get into this?” I asked.

“Oh, come on. You’re telling me you wouldn’t come and watch me get shaved?” Trina asked.

“Sure he would. That’s a gimme. He doesn’t have any risk. All he has to do is come watch us naked. Uh uh. He comes, he has to be naked too. Fair is fair!” Angie said.

“Wait. I didn’t say I wanted any part of this.” I answered, getting a really bad feeling on where this was headed.

“Ok. That works. One hand, if I have high hand you three have to go to the boutique naked and get shaved. I lose to the house, you take me to get shaved.” Jennifer said. “I hope you three like to be naked!”

“Wait a sec! I never said I wanted part of this!” I protested.

“Oh, come on, Mike. You’re gonna love watching her get shaved!” Trina said with a huge grin. “I know you want to see her naked!”

“I never said I didn’t, but how in the hell would I explain this to my wife?”

“The same way I’d explain it to my husband.” Angie said “Surprise, honey!”

“Oh, shit.” I said shaking my head. “I’m not at all sure I can do this!”

“Oh, now look who’s chicken. If I can do it, you can do it!” Jennifer said suddenly showing new bravado.

“Let me get this straight. I deal one hand. If Jennifer has high hand, we all go to the parlor and get shaved. If she loses to me, we take her and watch her get shaved.”

“Almost. If Jennifer wins, we all go naked and get shaved. If you win, we take her naked to get shaved and get to watch.” Trina said.

I thought about this for a few seconds. As dealer I had the best chances. That’s why casinos deal it. The four deck was over a dozen hands old and most of the aces were already gone. The odds were in my favor.

“Ok. I’m in.” I finally said, with resignation.

“Great!” Angie said. “Better get ready to get naked Jen, you’re about to lose your clothes and get a shave!”

I dealt out two cards face down, one to Jenifer and one to me. I laid the second cards down face- up, her’s a jack and mine a four. I looked over at Trina and Angie, a worried look on both of their faces.

Jennifer lifted her hole card and peaked. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. “Gotcha!” she said with a smile, flipping her hole card over and displaying an ten of hearts.

“Oh, shit.” I whispered as I flipped my hole card. The ten of spades stared at me on top of my four of hearts. This was not a good hand, even for the dealer. I had no choice, anything less than twenty- one would be a loss.

Amber chewed her lip as I flipped the next card from the deck. The two of clubs lay on top of my other two cards, still not enough. I flipped the next card over. The eight of hearts lay on top… twenty four…. Over.

“Shit!” Angie swore. “How the hell did that happen?”

“I’ll be damned!” Trina said looking at the cards.

“HOLY SHIT! I WON!” Jennifer practically shouted in jubilation as she looked from the cards to her friends. “Looks like I won’t be the one getting a pussy shave!”

I leaned back in my chair stunned while Jennifer looked at the three of us with a huge grin. “My place, noon Saturday! Boy, am I going to enjoy this!”

“Oh, don’t rub it in.” Angie said quietly. “I think we better get back to work.”

*********************

The first rule of gambling is to never gamble what you are unwilling to lose. In this case I felt like I had gambled my dignity, and lost. I even thought about not showing up, but I knew that if I didn’t there would be some kind of retaliation by the girls. I followed the directions to Jennifer’s house and headed up the walk to the front aydıntepe escort door. At least she lived outside of town so I wouldn’t have to be exposed too badly.

“Well, Mike! I wasn’t sure you would really come. Come on in!” Jennifer said cheerily, standing at the front door in a tank top and pair of short- shorts. I raised my eyebrows at her outfit. It was far from her usual fare. The shorts were tight and showed a well formed smooth ass, and her tank top clung to a considerably- sized chest, held in by one of her heavyweight brassieres. “Well, girls, look who showed up. That means that you lose another bet, Trina!”

“Another bet?” I asked as I looked at the two ladies sitting at the kitchen table with glasses of ice water.

“Uh huh. She bet me you wouldn’t have the nerve to show.” Jennifer answered.

“I’m afraid to ask what she bet.”

“She bet that if you didn’t show they wouldn’t have to go through with it, and if you did, then they had to do whatever I said for the rest of the afternoon.” Jennifer said with a grin. “This is going to be so fun!”

I looked over at Trina, who just shrugged with a half crooked grin. It was no wonder they seemed to always lose at the casino.

“Ok, girls. Since this is the start of play time for me, I think you should both stand up and let Mike undress you. I mean, since you have to do what I say and all.” Jennifer said, holding her hands together in front of her tiny shorts and turning side to side like a little kid who was just told they were getting their favorite snack.

Somewhat reluctantly, Trina and Angie got up and walked over to where I was and stood in front of me expectantly. Angie was wearing one of her usual miniskirts and a t-shirt. Trina had on a pair of denim hot pants and a crop top. I had always wanted to see them naked, but this seemed like an expensive way to get to do it. But, since I was committed, I decided to enjoy it.

I stepped up to Angie and slid my hands around her waist, feeling for the zipper which I expected to find on the back of the tiny skirt. In the process I made sure to gently squeeze her ass, finding it to be full and firm. I located the zipper and snap in the back and undid them, leaning my body against her breasts as she breathed a lot deeper than normal. I pushed the material down over her hips and let it fall to the ground. I slid my hands down her shirt- tail until I felt the bare skin of her hips, and then gently ran my hands up her body, dragging the shirt along with them. I felt her body shudder slightly as my hands slid up her sides and across the roundness of her breasts. I was surprised to find that she was braless, her round tits apparently not requiring any support to hold the shape I had admired for so long. I continued to drag the shirt up as she lifted her arms, her bare midriff giving way to her two creamy breasts. My dick hardened even more in my pants as I pulled the shirt up and over her head, leaving her wearing nothing but a tiny thong panty, firm tits and hard nipples standing at attention for me to see. As I watched, her nipples hardened even more, her large areola swelling with the nipples until they stood out from the roundness of her tits as well.

I knelt down, gently kissing each of her hard nipples as my hands found the string of her thong panties and slipped it down over her hips. I kissed my way down her sexy body, pushing the material down her legs and finally helping her step out of it and her skirt, which was still around her ankles. I tossed her clothes onto the table where I had tossed her shirt, and then leaned my face down to kiss what was exposed of her pussy before kissing my way back up her body to her tits, where I sucked first one and then the other nipple into my mouth for a few seconds.

By the time I was done, her chest was heaving deeply, and I could see her face was flushed pink.

“Well done. I may wish you were undressing me before long.” Jennifer said.

“Just say the word.” I said as I moved over to Trina.

Trina is a much smaller woman, easily only five- three or so, and I bet she doesn’t weigh much over a hundred pounds. Her skin had that slight oriental tint, and even though she didn’t have the oriental eyes, she did have the typical black oriental hair. I reached for the snap of her shorts and pulled gently while she looked up into my eyes, hers almost smoldering with lust after watching my undressing of Angie.

I unzipped her shorts and slid my hands around inside the waistband, allowing my fingers to begin to slide them down as I stroked down her bare hips. She stood staring into my eyes, allowing my hands to roam across her bare thighs and back up between her legs, her shorts falling around her ankles. She stepped out of the pool of material, briefly spreading her legs and allowing me to stroke her already wet pussy with the side of my fingers, as I trailed my hands up her front and under the crop top. Her tits weren’t large, and they were as bare as Angie’s when tuzla içmeler escort I pushed the tiny crop- top up and over her head. I leaned down to pick up her skirt and paused as I stood back up, briefly sucking each of her hard nipples into my mouth. She moaned quietly as I rolled each nipple with my tongue, reaching for my head and pulling it tighter to her small tits.

“God, that is so fucking hot.” Jennifer said huskily as she sat on one of the kitchen chairs watching us. “Now, I think you two ladies should return the favor. I’ve wanted to see his dick about forever.”

“Me, too. It’ll be worth getting shaved to be able to do this.” Angie said as she knelt down in front of me. She slowly slid one hand up inside the leg of my walking shorts, rubbing my thigh as she worked her hand clear up inside until she was gently stroking my bare cock. “Ohhh, no underwear!” she cooed, as she began undoing my pants with her free hand. She undid the belt and snap of my walking shorts, and then slowly pulled the zipper down, making sure not to catch any hairs in the process. Finally she let go of my dick and slid her hand out of the leg of my shorts and pulled them down, allowing me to stick out at her face.

“Nice.” Trina said, as she looked down from where she was standing, pulling my polo shirt up my body.

It only took them a few more seconds to get me completely naked, except for my flip-flops. Angie gently wrapped her lips around my dick while Trina knelt down next to her, sliding her fingers up my leg and stroking my balls.

“Ohhh, if you’re trying to make me cum, just keep that up.” I groaned as Angie pressed my dick deep into her throat, her nose practically touching my body.

“Oh, we don’t want to do that yet.” Jennifer said. “Why don’t you ladies sit down? Mike and I will be right back.” She said as she got up from her chair and took me by the hand, leading me down the hall. “I’d like to change my shirt before we go, and I think Mike deserves to help me.”

I let her lead me into her bedroom and close the door. “You know, I’ve wondered what you look like naked for a long time. I’m certainly not disappointed. I have a hunch that those two would like to wear you out a bit, so I thought maybe I’d take a turn first, if you don’t mind.”

“What did you have in mind?”

She stepped up until her shirt- covered tits were pressing against my chest. “Why don’t you take my clothes off and let’s see where it goes. We have about half an hour or so.”

“Won’t Angie and Trina mind?”

“Knowing Trina, she probably already has Angie lying on the table.” Jen said, as she pulled my hands up to her chest and laid them on her big tits. “Now I know you want to see me naked, so let’s not waste time talking about them. I’m sure they can keep themselves entertained.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said with a grin, running my hands down to the tail of her shirt. I pulled it up fairly quickly while she lifted her arms, and tossed it onto the bed. She did indeed have on a heavy- duty bra covering her large tits. I reached around and easily undid the four clasps that held the material together, and then pulled it toward me while I stepped back from her body, allowing the large support to slide down her arms and fall to the floor in front of her.

“You seem to have had practice with that.” she said as I surveyed her easily double- D tits. They were large by anyone’s standards, but also were full and didn’t sag nearly as much as I would have expected for their size. Her nipples were large, nearly three- quarters of an inch across, centered in the middle of large, dark brown areola. I knelt down in front of her and quickly unsnapped her shorts, pulling them down her hips and legs, leaving her dressed in only sandals and a tiny pink bikini panty. I moved closer to her on my knees, reaching for one of her large nipples, as I stroked her panty- covered ass with my hands.

“Ohhhh, nice.” she said, as I sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I sucked greedily on the firm globe and practically froze as I received a generous gush of fluid. It took me only a very short few seconds to realize what had happened, Jennifer frozen in place the entire time. Gently at first, and then with more vigor, I renewed my attack on her nipple as I slid her panties down her legs. I could feel her other tit dripping on my shoulder and chest as I sucked and played with the first nipple.

“Oh, God, yes.” she said, as I slipped my hand between her legs, now free from her panties. I stroked her pussy gently, feeling the wetness with my fingers, before I stroked between her lips and across her clit. She shivered slightly as I changed to her other tit, never stopping my stroking of her wet lips.

“Oh, please fuck me!” she moaned, pulling on my arms to stand me up.

I released her tit from my mouth and she pulled me forward until she was lying back on the bed with me on top of her sweet- looking body.

“Yes. That’s it.” she cooed, as she reached between us and guided my hard dick toward her waiting opening. I slowly pressed the head against her lips and slipped into her tight tunnel. “OH, yes.” she panted, as I pushed deeper into her. “Make me cum. Please make me cum!” she groaned, as I pressed the base of my dick against her clit, now fully into her wet tunnel.

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“Mom, is that you in that magazine?” I asked showing the magazine.

“Err… no, it’s not me,” she denied. I looked at the magazine again and trying to figure if she was telling the truth.

“You are not suppose to see dirty magazine at this age! give it to me…” she screamed.

“No… I don’t think so mom,” holding back the magazine. I saw tears forming in her eyes. “That’s the same mole on your upper lip. It’s definitely you, mom.” I pointed. She came to grab but I pushed her away. “Dad will not be pleased if he sees this,” I said.

“No… don’t please. Just please keep it to your self. Please don’t look at them,” she pleaded.

“How come dad didn’t see you in this magazine?” I asked.

“For crying out loud, that’s an old magazine, it’s early 60’s.” she cried and left . It was definitely 1960’s and she looked really young at that time. She looked different compare to now, at the age 48. I congratulated myself for spotting her in that magazine. To be honest, every night I masturbate picturing her. Her face cut was registered in my mind.

At the age of 48, her voluptuous body was still preserved. Her widen hips formed a new beauty compare to the magazine photos. Her large firm D-cups breast made her body proud and expensive. Mom’s round perky buttocks was so magnificent. The mole on her lips was her trademark of beauty and now was my advance to her. I had gone through the magazine and admired her ultimate young beauty. The fact that really full filled me was her private part close up. I was very grateful for the photographer since every part of her body was zoomed!. My dad is a businessman and he’s rarely at home.

Later that night, mom and I had dinner but not a word we talked. A cloud vision of mom’s naked pictured was in my mind. I was about to enter my room as she called me. “Kent, I need to talk with you”.

We both were sitting at the hall as I knew something was bugging in her mind. Her silky gown made her glow under the dim lights where I sat beside her. “It’s not what you think, I’m very loyal to Ron…” she said.

“Mom, I don’t mind… you look very beautiful…” I said.

“Please understand… Stop looking at my pictures, forget everything you saw. I’m not a bitch or anything that you think, I was a virgin until I met Ron.” She explained.

“It’s ok mom…” I comforted her. She reached to hug me and I placed my palm over her ass. Feeling her firm ass made her notice. I squeeze her ass cheek and notices she had no panty beneath as she pulled back. She was staring at me and I took her hands.

“What are you trying to do?” she asked.

“Mom, I think I’m in love with you…” I confessed.

“Yeah honey, I love you too” she replied.

“It’s not what you think, I started masturbating thinking of you a year back,” I uttered my true confession. She froze for a moment.

“I’m your mother for crying out loud,” she cried.

“Well I’m honest to you, mom”

“What are you trying to say?” she asked.

“I…want to sleep with you, one night” I answered.

“Oh my god… what has gone into you”

“You! Mom, it’s you that I want, I promise to take care of you” I cried.

“You want dad to know this,” she warned.

“Yeah, I’ll show him the magazine,” I blackmailed. Again she frozed.

“Please Kent, it’s not right. ” she begged.

“Mom, all I want is just to strengthen the relationship besides you don’t have a choice” I said. She had no choice as she requested time.

“I’ll give you time if you promise me something” I said.

“Anything, but not sex.” she confirmed.

“Well in that case, here’s my conditions” I said…

“You should not wear any under garments when you’re in the house! Just like today…” I said.

“But…” she interrupted.

“No under garments!, you should not wear pants but skirt and I would prefer if you wear a gown. If you try to bend any of them, then I’ll also take my chance.” I warned.

“It’s too much… this is an act of incest, please… no,” she protested.

Sliding my hands to her thighs made her force to agree my conditions. I knew mom was a strong woman who can take this blackmail of mine. I know that her purpose in life was only to get fucked by one person. Well she has to set her mind for another. I knew about her background later, why she had pose for magazine. She desperately needed money. All this information I got was from her diary. I was in the bathroom jerking off tuzla escort as I read her diary. She wrote all her sexual activities in the diary. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my room light on. I went in and saw mom found the magazine. I caught her before she tried to tear off. Her grips tighten to the magazine and I knew it was not a good idea snatching away from her.

“Mom….Don’t do that ” I held her close preventing her hand movement to tear the magazine.

“Kent, how long can you keep on holding me like this!” she struggled. She got a point there and I know eventually she’s going to tear it. Still grabbing her hard, I started to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth was shut. She tired to talk as I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. Gradually she weaken, her tensed body relaxed without knowing. I did not let go of her mouth but kept on kissing her. I could hear her moaned and felt her tears on my cheek. Her breathing was hard. While kissing her madly, I lifted her gown and start caressing her plump ass. She struggled. I pushed her to the bed as she got the chance to talk.

“Please… no..” she cried. I went on her … “I’ll give you a blow job” she offered.

“I don’t believe you” I said. She threw the magazine angrily aside and reached out for my cock.

“You are such a bastard, all you want is sex. Oh lord… please forgive me.” She cried. She held my big cock with surprise, she stared for a moment. My pre cum was leaking and she was amazed of my size. However, the son relationship was troubling her mind. Avoiding her sense of mind, she slipped her mouth firmly and tightly around and down over my cock to about two to three inches. I felt secured and wonderful. The thought that she could taste my sperm after the recent jerk off made me grow. I can tell that she was very good in this. Holding the base of my cock with a firm palm gripped, made me stay with her guidance comfortably. She brought up her lips to my cock head and started stroking my cock hard. She was pouring her saliva on my cock for lubrication and stroked fast and rough. With the other hand massaging my balls, pleasure built in me. An instant strike of orgasm as I shot my cum all over her gown. She did not stop but continued.

“Mom… stop…” I said. Something was not right here, she was doing this to the extreme. She was getting rougher, she started to squeeze my cock hard and stroke. “Mom, that’s enough…” I yelled. She did not respond but continued. I was too weak to stop but laid on the bed. “Please… mom… stop!” I began to beg. My cock strained under her control, swell of abuse and was burning. I started to cry for help like she was raping. A black cloudy vision surrounded me, a light tone of bell ringing in my ears…

“Kent… Kent…” she sprinkled water on me.

“You ok honey,” she whispered. Black cloudy vision was fading as I saw mom. She looked worried, tears was dripping on my face.

“What happened, mom?” I murmured.

“You just passed out,” she cried. “Thank god, nothing happened to you.” She continued. I smiled at her. “Guess I should have…” she stopped.

“Mom, please don’t leave me alone here… I’m too weak” I said. She laid beside me as she smiled.

“Sorry for my behavior” she apologized as she brought me closer to her. I felt my sperm on her gown but she didn’t seem to clean. I knew she was very sorry, she was so violent until I passed out. Carefully she held my penis as I groaned in pain. She realized that she had hurt me a bit. She looked at my eyes, then lower to my lips as she planted a long kiss onto my lips. “Sleep well honey,” she whispered.

Next morning I woke up naked, seeing myself abandon . The magazine was missing. My cock was slightly swollen due to last night’s incident. I found her at the bathroom, still with her gown with dried patches of sperm. “Morning Kent, get some clothes on.”. She looked at my morning hard-on but pretended that nothing happened. I saw her towel hanging on the wall as I knew she was about to take her shower.

“Mom, where the magazine?”.

She was looking for excuses. “I’ll give that to you later, but now I need a shower.”

I closed the door behind me. “What are you doing Kent?” she worried.

“Well mom, yesterday you hurt my cock…”I said. She looked at my cock, seeing what she had done, made her felt bad.

“I want you to bathe me and make sure no water hits my cock,” I ordered.

“Well, I… I… OK, I’ll bathe pendik escort you” she sounded frustrated.

“Undress…” I said. She looked at me with shocked. “Kent, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she sounded scared.

“Mom, I’m not going to rape you. Please, I want to look at you. Just do this favor for your son.” She stood for a moment; she dropped her gown. Her breast proudly presented its beauty to me. Her nipple was much more darker compare to the magazine. Her hips were wide. Her triangular shaped pubic hair was faint, yes she was maintaining there. “Wow, you’re beautiful mom, I wish I had a girlfriend like you.” I praised her. Her face blushed and her worries had reduced.

“Mom, could you masturbate me first,” I asked.

“Kent, let’s forget what happened last night.” She looked worried.

“Now I can’t even masturbate myself since you have abused my cock” I blamed. I know her sense of guilty was easy to triggered. “You don’t need to give me a blow job” I continued.

She agreed and she came closer to hold my cock. “Ouch!…”

“Are you ok Kent” she asked.

“Yeah I guess so, just do it gently” I smiled. My cock was hard as a rock. I decided to lie all the way saying that my cock hurts and all that stuff. My pre cum was flowing down and I complained that it burns. She brought the towel and got down my cock to dry my cum. However, I had cum pre cum still flowing.

“It’s burning mom!” I cried and lied. To make matter worst, we heard the sound of the car outside. It’s my dad! He is home.

“Oh my god…Ron is back,” she panicked. I still pretended to cry.

“Shhh!… dad is hear” she whispered. That did not make any different. She got up and covered my mouth. Still my uttered sound was enough for danger. Dad was calling mom as he reached for the key to open the front door. Mom got bold as she planted s hard kiss on my lips. I took advantage and hugged her. Her warm breast crushed against me. Our hips met. The length of her body registered in my mind. My cock was hot underneath her pussy, moving a little rubbing her pussy. Her body tensed as she gripped hard. My tongue found hers and made contact with it. All she did was not moving an inch. She didn’t care what I was doing in her mouth at that time. Her breathing started to increase as she broke free when she heard Ron called her. “Ron I’m in shower” she answered. “

Where’s Kent?” Ron asked.

“I don’t know, maybe his in the room” she lied.

“Kent what are you doing? dad is here” she whispered.

“I know mom…” I kissed her deeply.

She broke off my kiss. “Ron will kill us if he knows.” I did not entertain her words but kept kissing her. “Alright Kent, I’ll let you make love to me, after dad goes” she offered with no shame. “That’s a lie” I said.

“Honey, are you talking to your self?” Ron questioned from far. She froze as she said she was singing. She was in desperate situation, she took my cock and guided in her hole and inserted half way. Feeling her soft walls against my hard cock made me wanting her more.

“Do you believe me now” she whispered and then kissed my lips. I took more advantage as I pushed more. She jerked as she took off my cock. “We will do this later Kent, I promise,” she said as she took her gown from the floor. “I’ll keep dad company in the kitchen, you get to your room fast, here use my towel” she handed me.

I managed to escape from my dad’s view. I guess dad was in the mood for sex. I saw him and mom headed to the bedroom with a bottle of liquor he brought. I did hear some noise. Knowing what was going on, I started to get hard. It was about half and hour later dad left. I guess he was in a hurry. I went to have a peek in mom’s room. To my surprise, mom was naked, blindfolded laying on her stomach. I saw the liquor bottle was almost empty. Mom and dad were having liquor. I noticed something else… Never that I expected, dad had done anal sex with her. I saw her anus hole wide open after dad’s fuck. He was fucking her at her anus! My… dad was one step ahead. Looking around, I saw his used condom with sperm beside her.

“Ron…” she groaned. She still thinks dad was around. “Play my pussy Ron, eat me..” she urged. Gently she brought her finger to her anus and inserted. My goodness, she has a big anal hole, dad must have been drilling in her since marriage. She was teasing me with her finger movement in her anus. She started to moan with words, all I could aydınlı escort make out is ‘fuck me’. I wanted to take this advantage besides mom doesn’t know if I had done it with her. She was blindfolded and pissed drunk. I started to undress while asking forgiveness from god. What I was about to do is rape, having sex with mom without her knowing. Sex with my creator.

I was now naked, heading towards her teasing body. Her face was against the pillow, one hand was playing with her anus and the other was at her cunt. My pre cum was overflowing from my cock. I laid my palm on her soft buttock as I felt waves rushing through my brain. My heart started to beat fast with guilt. Caressing her ass cheek with both palm made her shiver. She took off her finger from the anus encouraging me to insert mine. With my index finger, I traced it down her buttock crack to her anus. Pinching her anus playfully made her laugh.

“Make love to me, Ron” she begged. I started to penetrate my finger as it buried in her anus. It was awfully tight and hot. Her circular movements of the buttock responded to me in pleasure. My finger moved back and forth in her narrow hole.

I brought my cock to her anus and rubbed her anus. “Please Ron, It’s too painful,” she protest. She turned around (blindfolded) and spread her legs for my easy access. I was trilled to see her encouraging me for sex. However, I knew that I was not the person she thought. I didn’t want this to end fast, I wanted her to show me the sexual love and the deepest female secret that no male knew. I brought my lips to hers. Her liquor flavored taste made me excited. She kissed me passionately as I began to erupt. I shot my load all over her belly. She started to giggle and kiss me more. The smell of her skin was so natural. Her tongue obviously knew to welcome another. She was different when it comes to sex. A whole new woman. I lingered on her mouth, tasting every liquid she released. Our kiss went too intense as we were on heat. I brought my length of body over hers. Resting my cock on her bush almost sliding down. Chest against her breasts, hips met together and we bushed our bodies. She started to moan louder, her body was accepting mine for pleasure. Her nipples grew and harden, poking against my chest.

My cock felt her wetness as our juice mixed. We were getting aroused by just kissing and rubbing. I drew my kissed down her throat. She felt wonderful as she cried. Tasting her dried sweat there made me horny. Trailing kisses down to her crowned nipple and licking them exotically made her tremble. “Yes… Arrgh… I never had this in a long time,” she cooed. I did not stay long on her nipple but made a leap to her secret gate. Her vagina was swollen, magnificent natural colored red lips waiting to be kissed. Her musk smell of the pussy was not an obstacle but an encouragement. I planted my mouth to her big vaginal lips and inserted my tongue.

“Birdie…” she shouted. Still licking her pussy, I positioned my nose tip to her clit. Rotating the tip of my nose against her hard clit made her to pant. She clamped her legs against my ear preventing sound. I sucked and tasted her until my tongue was tasteless and numb. She pulled my head to her and kissed me violently. She was now controlling me. It was she who offered her womanhood to me. She started to guide my penis into her secret gate. Her soft lips brushed gently over my hard cock head. She wrapped her legs over me locking. She grabbed my buttock forcefully with one hand while the other positioning my cock in her.

“Fuck me now,” she coaxed. I started to move up slowly sliding through her muscle rings. Half way in her I started to come. Shooting in her cunt with no discipline and warning. I could not retreat as I was locked in her. “Ron, just continue fucking me…” she panted. She grabbed my buttock tighter and pulled me with both her hands. She was now rocking me wildly. Kissing me violently, tasting her own cum made her rock even more.

“Arr.. yes, yes… harder,” she begged with tears. My penis grew with her encouragement. I started to rock with her. I was fucking my mom like a beast. She started to scream out as her orgasm reached. “I came,” she whispered and then started to cry… I laid on her for a moment thinking back what I’ve done.

I took off whatever traces I left in her room. I don’t know if she could get pregnant at this age. I had her smell all over me. I felt in love with her. She had no idea that I made love with her. I didn’t care about the magazine. I got what I needed, perhaps even more. I saw her the next day, she was like normal. I know that I could have sex with her again ( the promise that she made yesterday in the bathroom). I’ll write part two if I have sex with her.

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