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Before I begin, let me tell you a little bit about the background of my story…

My name is Mina. I am 5’6 and weigh 127 lbs with dark blue eyes, curly brown hair that, pale skin covered in freckles and an unimpressive 32B bust with embarrassingly large pink nipples.

Like many stories…mine begins with a stupid crush on an incredibly stupid boy whose name happens to be Alex. Standing at 6’3 he was thinner, with broad shoulders (which always turn me on) blonde hair, light honey colored eyes, a 6 inch cock (perfect for deep throat), and a low voice that could make me melt. He also happened to be the ex of one of my friends, but I’d had a crush on him for about a year and a half, so naturally (actually it was very unnatural that I would do this because I am an extremely shy girl) I went for him. Finally, after much flirting and loathing, in the winter of my Junior year in High School, Alex and I became official. Of coarse I was convinced that I loved him (but really it was only my insecurity and lust that actually made me think this) and so I was willing to do nearly anything for him. Which is how my story starts…

Alex and I had been hanging out with some friends in town, but it was getting late and I was getting bored, so he and I went back to my house to watch a movie (code name for intense make out session). We snuggled up under a blanket, and I rubbed up against his lap, while he put his arms around me, cupping my breast.

About a half hour into the movie I began to notice that his cock had grown steadily rigid against my ass, so I reached behind me and started to rub it through his shorts. He moaned as I squeezed it and I smiled, knowing that I was giving him what he wanted. I was so thrilled to be pleasing him that I hadn’t even noticed the hand that was carefully fondling my tits, but then he pinched my nipple through the light camisole and I felt a shock of lust flood through me. Unfortunately, my little burst of excitement happened at the exact moment that my dad had come down to say good night. Alex and I froze (his hand still cupping my boob and my hand still firmly squeezing his cock) and turned our heads away from the movie that we were “watching” to say good night as well. For the next five minutes he and I kept silent, waiting to hear my dad shut the door to his room upstairs, but after the lights had turned off I started to rub a little faster.

When the door had finally clicked shut, Alex let out a deep groan and roughly rolled over top me to pull down the front of my camisole, exposing my hard nipples. I gasped as he quickly pinched and twisted one nipple as he hurriedly sucked on my other.

“Fuuuck” I moaned, neglecting his cock for a moment and reveling in the attention that he was giving my body. I ran my fingers through his hair and grabbed handfuls of it, needing something to hold onto as he sent me through my very first orgasm.

He stopped then and looked at me curiously and smiled, rising slightly from his position on top of me. “Did you just…” I’m sure that he was about to say ‘cum,’ but I didn’t let him finish, instead I pulled him back on top of me and kissed him ravenously on the mouth, bursa eskort licking his tongue and sucking softly on his lower lip. However, it wasn’t until I had caught his lip between my teeth that he started to get back into it.

“Uhhhh” he moaned and stood to get off of me, holding me back as I tried to rise with him. “We shouldn’t be doing this here…” he stated, trying to breathe in deeply before I jumped him again.

I listened hard for any sign that would prove that my parents were awake, but I couldn’t hear anything. When I looked back at him standing before me I noticed that there was still a bulge in his pants, challenging me to my face. I smiled up at him then, accepting the challenge and whispered “the spare bedroom then?” He smiled back at me in agreement and we turned off the lights, heading to the bedroom that was just down the hall.

When we got in there we didn’t turn on the lights, or pull down the covers. We just sprawled out over the bed as we were…him with his hard erection, and me with my cami still pulled down, exposing my breasts.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked sincerely.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I replied.

He shrugged, “just making sure,” and he smiled, placing his arms on either side of my shoulders and leaning down for a much softer kiss. It was the kind of kiss that could make a girl fall to pieces, the kind that was long and promising, the kind that plainly said ‘I love you’.

I wrapped my arms around his back and lifted up his shirt to stroke the broad shoulders that enticed me…then I remembered the hard member between his legs, and I slid one hand around his belt and down to the present that awaited me there. As I squeezed, he backed off again.

“Mina, I don’t want you to feel obligated.” He said, firmly holding my hand away from his member. “You really don’t have to do this.”

“I know,” I smiled, pulling my hand from him and placing it on his face, leaning in for one short kiss, “but I want to…” I whispered just inches from his face, and then I kissed him again. Submissively, he placed his arms back where they were, and I continued with my stroking as our kissing grew fiercer. Again I caught his lower lip between my teeth and pulled lightly, and again to my pleasure, he let out a low grown that rumbled in my chest.

He pulled back from me yet again, but this time said nothing. I heard some rustling by the door, and could barely make out his dark silhouette as he moved. While he was away, I took the time to slip the cami up over my head and threw it on the pillow beside me. When he came back and repositioned himself on top of me again, I realized that he had stripped off his pants and shirt, leaving him in just his boxers.

It took him a moment longer to realize that I too had stripped my top off, but when he did he again lowered himself to my nipples and started to suck. Again I felt the rush of pleasure sweep through my stomach, and when he roughly pulled on my nipple with his teeth I moaned in ecstasy and chills covered my body in goose flesh.

Still pinching one nipple fiercely, he looked up at me and said “Did I do something wrong?”

It took me escort bursa a moment to regain my voice, so I propped myself up on my elbows and took a moment to breath. When I felt I could speak, I answered “No…quite the opposite, but isn’t it me turn?” In the dim window light I could see his look of shock and slight confusion, but I simply reached down between his legs and unbuttoned his boxers, coaxing his hard cock out of its hiding place. “What do you want?” I murmured soothingly.

“Can we try something?” he asked quietly. I nodded, and he pushed me back down on the bed so just my head and shoulders were slightly propped up by the pillows. He straddled my ribcage and pressed his cock down between my tits.

Realizing now what he wanted to do, I spit in my hand and rubbed it in the valley of my chest and on my nipples, then I pressed my fingers on the outside of my tits and bushed them together so they hugged his cock snugly, not quite enveloping it. He thrust slowly at first, and when I started to move my breasts to his rhythm, he started to thrust faster. Breathing harder, but not quite moaning, he grabbed one of my nipples and pulled on it lightly. I let out a small cry of pleasure and he reached back with his other hand and quickly undid the zipper and buttons on my jeans, then, shoving his hand into the small space there, he found my pussy and began to finger me. I tightened my muscles in shock and pleasure, and he slid his fingers out from inside me.

For a moment, he stopped his thrusting, and in the light I could see him bring his fingers to his face and sniff, then he rubbed them against his thumb; obviously curious at the sticks substance that covered them. I thought I would enlighten him, “You made my wet…” I stated, but he still looked at me in confusion.

“Is that good?” he asked innocently.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his innocence, “Yes…you made me cum…” I stated plainly. He smiled down at me, obviously pleased with himself, and as soon as he started thrusting again I grabbed for his wrist, pulled his sticky fingers to my mouth and sucked my own wetness from his long boney fingers.

“Shhiiiitt” He grunted and pulled his fingers from my mouth, quickly shoving them back into my dripping pussy. My muscles again began to tighten and I started to move my hips to help him push his fingers deeper inside me. I opened my mouth to gasp, and realized that I wanted his cock. I leaned forward a little, arching my neck and closed my mouth over the soft, spongy head of his member. I sucked in hard, licking the pre-cum off of its tip, wiggling my tongue into the lovely little hole there. “Ohhh Mina” he moaned and with his fingers still swimming inside me, he knelt off of my ribs and started to thrust deep into my mouth.

I moaned louder and hard, lifting my hips off the bed to keep his fingers there and I came for the second time. Now…I thought to myself…It’s his turn.

I lowered my hips, and he pulled his fingers out of me obviously realizing what he had made me do. He licked my cum off of his fingers, and I could feel the sticky juice run out of my cunt and down my ass, and as irritating as it was, I didn’t care. I moved out from under him and knelt by the side of the bed.

Clearly thinking that we were through, he swung his legs around in front of me and stood up, only to have me push him back down again. I then dropped my mouth down on his cock, pushing it to the back of my throat. I held it there for a moment sucking hard at his base and came back up for a breath. I breathed hard, and stroked his cock fast, looking at his shocked face that gleamed with pleasure. Without warning I shoved his cock down my throat again, bobbing this time from tip to base, massaging his smooth balls with my fingertips. I then pulled off and stroked it again, dropping my head down to suck on his balls. As I pulled and sucked on his balls, he started to moan louder, which made me suck and stroke all the faster…

“Ohhhh Mina…Yeah! Yeah!…faster…” He cried, and I quickly switched places and shoved his cock down my throat again, occupying my hands with his saliva-covered testicles. “I’m gunna…” he trailed off in a higher pitched, strained voice, “I’m gunna cum…” he finally moaned and I shoved his six inches down my throat and squeezed his balls, licking them as I did so.

With another loud moan, he pushed my head further onto his cock, and I felt his cock spasm and pulse as his hot delicious cum came in thick spurts down my throat. I quickly swallowed; the tightening of my throat causing him to moan and cum a little more. I swallowed again and he let out one big sigh of relief. He then pulled out of me and I kissed his sweet cock, and gave his balls a small squeeze, that made him squirt one last little stream of seamen on the corner of my mouth. It slid down my face, but before it could fall Alex wiped it off my face with his finger and brought it to my mouth, which I opened; welcoming the sweet, musty taste of his cum.

“Mmmm” I moaned quietly, “yummy.” Alex looked at me and smiled, then bent down to kiss me. As he did so however, the phone rang.

It was a startling noise that we weren’t expecting, especially at such a late hour. I checked the clock and realized that it was 2:10. The phone kept ringing, and then I remembered where I was.

“Alex…You have to go” He grabbed his pants and shirt without bothering to put them on and ran out the door. I picked up the phone. It was a friend who was wondering if Alex was still at my house, and I quickly stated the truth…that he wasn’t…and then I scolded him for waking “me” at such an hour. I then hung up the phone and went to get my cami that was still on the bed. I heard Alex’s truck roar into life and as the sound faded, I realized that another haunting sound was coming from the floor above me. I only wished I could hide, but before I could think, I came face to face with my mom, and although I was thankful that it wasn’t my dad who walked down those stairs, I was (needless to say) busted.

I was grounded for a while, but my mom didn’t say anything to my dad (THANK GOD!). Alex and I took better precautions after that, and although we did have our fun times, it just wasn’t meant to last. We stayed together for four more lustful months and broke it off.

It has been three years now and (as I haven’t had a boyfriend since then) I still masturbate to the memory of that first night.

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I was so dismayed by what had happened. The girls all piled into the front of the coot, Amy pulled me onto her and pleaded with me to kiss her. “He is too inexperienced”, Susan said. “So what, He should know something about kissing!” Amy yelled. Amy was undeterred and guided my lips to hers and tilled her tongue into my mouth. To my senses things were flying; I had to breathe, when I came up for air I gulped air for minutes. Amy pushed me into the stowage compartment. She quickly followed and really hungrily grabbed at my clothes and had me stripped in seconds.

Lisa was driving so she couldn’t see what was happening Belinda giggled a few times then said “Susan we created a monster, look at Amy”. Amy had me naked in the back and was riding me on the way back to the house. Her soft moans permeated my ears. The coot had no suspension so on the dirt road it rode very rough. A feeling Amy seemed to enjoy; a car raced by headed in the opposite direction. “Do you think they seen what I am doing”, Amy asked? “Not likely, you were seen but Jim wasn’t”, Lisa said.

With what Lisa said Amy started to ride me with an increased fever. I could only moan as I felt Amy’s tight wet pussy grip my rod. I could also hear Amy’s breathing increase as her strokes also increased. “Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod” Amy kept repeating, until finally I blew my load inside of her. “I don’t know what has come over me, Susan I can’t seem to get enough of your brother”, Amy said. Susan just giggled and whispered something inaudible to Belinda. I tried to sit up so I could see where we were going but, Amy shoved me back down on my back and sat on my face to keep me quiet.

The only house that was safe to go to was ours; all the others had at least one parent at it so Susan jumped out and opened the gate to allow the coot into the yard. Amy dressed me while we were driving in and she and Lisa carried me into the house. I was nibbling on Lisa’s pert nipple; she stifled a moan as she wiggled through the back door after they got me into the house Lisa dropped me on the kitchen floor then started slapping me senseless. “What the hell Lisa”, Susan said. “He was chewing on my tits. The little horny kid needs to be shown when he can and can’t do that sort of thing”, Lisa said.

Susan laughed out loud at her saying, “well I guess we are all to blame for doing what we did to him.” I was still cowered up on the floor curled up into the fetal position. Belinda rolled me on to my back stripped out of her jeans and sat on my face and was rubbing her wet pussy all over my face. I managed to grasp on to her thighs so she would quit rubbing so hard; babaeski escort once I did so I delved my tongue into her creamy pussy. I licked and sucked her juices as they flowed from her. Susan pulled my pants off and threw them in the washing machine.

Lisa took opportunity to slap my throbbing member as it wagged in the air to the pulse of my heartbeat. “There you little prick that’s what you get. I feel like stomping on you”, Lisa said. In fact that is what she did; she pushed my cock to the floor with her foot and mashed it into the floor. I howled in pain. My cries were muffled by Belinda’s sweet pussy though. “Lisa you’re going to end up getting us busted. Stop torturing Jim will you, if you hurt him bad enough he will end up telling our mom and dad”, Susan said.

Susan caressed my throbbing pole it hurt so bad to be touched now. Susan had also started licking and sucking on it also; with Belinda’s ass in my face I could only feel what was happening. I had no idea my own sister was giving me pleasure. Steadily Susan stuffed more and more of me down her eager throat. My prick responded like it didn’t care and the tingles built up until I was bucking and writhing to the point I could no longer hold back. I finally reached for and grabbed her head and held it down and exploded down her throat.

With what I was doing to Belinda she started bucking on top of me. “C’mon girls our mom will be home for lunch soon. We can’t be screwing my little brother when she gets here”, Susan said. Finally feeling safe to move without being tapped for my sexual parts I stood and ran to my bedroom for clean clothes. I heard all the girl’s giggles as I ran away. Once feeling safe in my room I took off my soaked shirt and threw it in the corner. It smelled like Belinda’s pussy she had sprayed her juices on me while I sucked her pussy.

Susan burst into my room and I recoiled to my bed and covered my head. “You are safe now Jim I will keep them horny girls away from you now”, Susan said. I never responded and laid there thinking about what had just happened that morning. I had no idea what to do. I feared getting in trouble for the actions I did to Lisa though I didn’t feel any remorse. I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and boots then went outside and started my three-wheeler and took off for a ride. I stopped at mom’s work and told her I would be gone while she ate lunch. My mom said “Ok just be careful. I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital”.

When I arrived back home Susan had gone somewhere in her car. I believe she had gone to Belinda’s bafra escort they were inseparable most of the time anyway. Amy lived next door and was between me and Susan in age so when Susan left to go upstate for college I noticed Amy stare at me for days on end. One day I was outside playing tug-O’war with Gerald and had my back turned to the front gate. Amy slipped in and lassoed me with a rope she had hidden at her house. “What the hell”, I said. Amy moved up behind me and said “keep your mouth shut Jim I want you to go out in the cedars with me”.

She allowed me to put Gerald back in the house. Doing so seemed to be a chore because he kept trying to hump her. Inside the house Gerald knocked her down and mounted her and was pumping furiously; “he tried to screw me the fucking mutt”. Amy said. “Isn’t that what you want”, I said. Amy slapped the taste out of my mouth “Shut up, let’s go for a ride”, she said. She loosed the rope from me and told me to take her to the cedars and don’t say anything to anyone. I complied with her order. I wouldn’t do anything to try and avoid her advances. Amy had a hold of the one thing she knew would control me.

Amy directed me just where she wanted me we rode close to where we had played with my sister, Belinda, and Lisa. “Get off the bike” she said. So I did what she said not saying a word, nor did I look to see if she still had the rope. To my dismay she roped me again. Once I couldn’t move she tied me to a tree and secured me tight. Amy even went as far as to shove a wad of socks in my mouth to keep me quiet. She pulled my pants down and began whipping me with one of her father’s belts. I could only mumble past the socks that were in my mouth.

Amy put welts on my ass and back that day that I needed to hide from my parents until they went away. I wiggled around so I could hide my ass from her. In doing so I exposed my throbbing rod to her. “Oh my god, you seem even bigger than before”, Amy said. She immediately sank to her knees and bobbed up and down on my shaft. I had no idea she knew how to suck dick, but boy did she ever. I could only moan. Amy stripped out of her shorts and panties and pushed herself onto me riding me like she was riding a horse. It became hard for her to keep it up. On shaky knees she staggered back to the bike as her orgasm subsided. I moaned through the socks, I could barely breathe.

Amy still breathing hard untied me and let me fall to the ground. Lying on the ground and recovering from the fuck I had received tied to the tree. I rolled on to my back, I realized I left myself wide open bağcılar escort to Amy and she seized her opportunity. She straddled me and sank down on my half hard cock, willing it back to life with her strong pussy. I never realized how much control she had over herself. I moaned and finally pushed the socks out of my mouth to breathe better. Amy paid no attention to the fact I did it.

She coiled the rope around my wrists and tied them tight. She took the other end and tied my ankles tight also. Being immobile and at Amy’s mercy my cock seemed to surge inside her. “Oh yeah, give me your cock little boy”, she purred. I yelped a cry as she rode me having a welted ass on a hard rock. Amy never relented trying to get more and more of my cock into her sensuous pussy. “Your pussy feels so good Amy”, I said. My words startled her and she jumped a little gripping me even tighter with her vaginal muscles.

Amy didn’t say anything she just kept riding me. I could reach her tits and massaged them through her shirt and bra to which she responded by pulling both over her head and off. I continued kneading her tits one at a time, since my hands were tied. Amy moaned louder as I did so. Her strokes became more urgent as she neared her orgasm. I was ready to blow also so I did my best to hold off. Amy sank one last time onto me and her orgasm rippled through her body. “I don’t know why I love your cock so much Jim I just know I do”, Amy said. “Keep going I am not finished yet”, I panted. Amy being the slut for my cock she was and needed more quickly drove on.

I moaned, “Faster”. Amy responded by riding me like she was out of control. I felt the tingles intensify and I finally blew a searing hot load of cum up her gripping pussy causing her to have another rippling orgasm. She crashed on top of me and we laid there panting trying to recover. As nimble as an acrobat she spun around on my chest and placed her dripping pussy on my lips and said “clean my pussy”. While I did so she cleaned my cock of our combined juices. I licked as hard as possible and within a few strokes I exploded into her mouth and made her explode into mine. “Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod I’m coming” Amy screamed through clenched teeth. I continued moaning into her pussy until she finally pulled off saying “no more I can’t take it no more”.

Amy tried standing and on shaky knees barely stood. “I need to be untied here”, I said. Amy seemed to be in a fog. I just laid there and breathed hard while she recovered. There was still a stream of cum flowing from my softening cock. Eventually Amy loosed my bonds and allowed me to get dressed, she got dressed too. We rode back home without saying another word. I was very careful to watch for her over the next few weeks. I and mom made a few trips back and forth to Susan’s apartment. So I could know I would be safe. At least when I knew wouldn’t be alone with Susan.

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Lisa the poor little kidnapped Girl Scout stood on the dirty floor in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her arms behind her back. Her young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. Parts of her scout uniform tattered and stained still clung to her but she was naked from the waist down.
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The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her mouth or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her first fuck.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her first climax. Now she waited, helpless at the total mercy of her captors. Her mind raced.
What would they do next? What would happen? Was she missed yet? Her Mom was probably still not home. What would they do with her. Would they have sex with her again?

She felt so many pains but more than anything her shoulders ached. Every movement pulled painfully on her shoulders. Her personal areas ached from the rough fuck. She suffered bruises and cuts, not serious but all painful. How could they do this? Why did they hate her?

The mood of the men was deepening, driven by booze and pot and of course, the sight of the helpless
piece of white meat strung up before their eyes. There was a driving lust. A lust to fuck this white girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lust, hate, desire.

Whirling bursa eskort through all the men were thoughts of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. Fuck a young white Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smiles. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum good shit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, feels so good.
He relived the moment talkin how good she was, how good it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be next. An old burly black man his face showed the
the hard life of his many years. His face was pock marked and his hands rough and calloused from
years of hard work.

Lisa could feel his hands on her ass.
OH NOOO.
A rough caloused finger probed her. His finger pushed inside her stroking probing, twisting.
She could feel his nails and his rough skin. The she could feel two fingers and then a third.

NONO Don’t Stop

His fingers twisted round and round. Then he fucked her with his three fingers brutally penetrating
her. In and out his fingers moved, stopping only to stroke her clit. He massaged her and the fucked.
Dat one sweet pussy, Dat fo sho.

Done, he walked around, took his hand, smeared his fingers on her face and then stuck his fingers in Lisa’s mouth.
Taste it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no choice but to obey Lisa sucked down escort bursa the cum and pussy juice from his hand.

Now Girl, I got something special for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all kinds of tools. This hear is a power staple gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a clip
of staples they use for pallets, extra longs the call them.

What are you going to do with that. Are you crazy. No NOOOOO
Bubba fired a staple into an nearby board. BAM BAM
Yu gonna be next. NO NO You are Crazy.

THUMP! Lisa hit the ground when the cable holding her up in the air released.
Laying on the ground she felt the instant relief on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. Crying. Please no more.
She tried to crawl away. A pathetic useless attempt to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked bitch was at their mercy.

Where u going cunt?

SCRREEECH. She saw Bubba drag over a wooden saw horse.
No NO

Arms grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw horse. The held her ankles and tied them to the legs on one side. Her legs were spread along the side of the legs of the horse.
Sweet. Fuck look at dat shit. Ready fo sum mo fucking honey.

Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her wrists were tied to the saw horse legs
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top board, her breasts spread on either side.
The gang watched in anticipation as the tool man took up position behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the tool bench sobbing waiting.

Yu gonna git it now, dat tool man some mean shit.
Bubba, do it, do it.

The power stapler Bubba had could shoot staples a good distance. Bubba took up a spot
about a foot from the little bitch Lisa’s ass. He shot a staple and missed on purpose but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two staples lodged in the bitch ass. Small blood trails and small bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. Staple dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass meat twitched, muscle’s contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A slight sound and she jumped.

Looked at ass jump Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass meat quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The staples were lodged deeply.
Good bite to dem MF’s. Loook how they dig in.

He Stepped back again – BAM BAM BAM BAM more staples slammed into Lisa’s ass.
She was crying screaming while the men only laughed and told Bubba to shoot again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple dat ass, Dats it.
Please no more. Lisa was trembling crying begging him to stop.
BAM BAMBAM rapid fire.
While she was still trembling Bubba was inside her. He grabbed her ass with
His big rough hands pulling her toward him as he thrust deep inside her.

DATS I MAN. WORK IT WORK IT
Fuck her hard man. Fuck dat white shit man.

To Be Continued

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Georgia

by Vanessa Evans

Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.

Part 08

Thursday started with me realising that Charlotte was holding my right tit as we slept. I smiled to myself and gently lifted her hand off me. I got up and went downstairs to put some coffee on. While I was down there I looked at clock and discovered that it was 11:30.

“Wow,” I thought, “the weeks fun must have caught up with us.”

I went and had a shower then woke Charlotte. She too was surprised at the time. After Charlotte had a shower we went outside to have some breakfast.

“Can we have a quiet day please G? I’m still exhausted.”

“I’m glad that you said that Char. I am too. How about some gentle tennis for starters and then s bit of a splash about in the pool? I don’t want to miss our lessons in the woods with James. If we go later we may get an audience.”

“A splash about! You mean with the hosepipe and that big jet of water. That’s at least 4 orgasms. “I thought that you wanted to take it easy today.”

“If it’s only 4 then it’s taking it easy.”

“Bloody hell G; I’m glad that I’m only here for a few days.”

“I’ll be able to rest as much as I like next week. Shame that you can’t come with us.”

“Yeah; come on, where do you keep the rackets and balls?”

Two naked girls played terrible tennis for about an hour and were just walking back to the house when a little red van drove up the drive. A cheerful postman got out, said hello and got me to sign for a package as he absorbed the sight of 2 naked girls.

We went and fell into the pool and did very little for a while ending up at the big jet of water. It was like we subconsciously zeroed-in on the jet that we wanted to enjoy the feeling; which of course we did.

I’d supported Charlotte while the water made her cum; and she was now supporting me when something made me look up. Two men in overalls were walking along the side of the pool towards us.

“Just ignore us ladies.” One of the men said, “We’re only here to clean the pool.”

The way that we were they could tell that we were topless but they wouldn’t have been able to tell that we were bottomless as well. At first my arousal diminished and Charlotte asked if I wanted to stop.

“No, just hold on to me; I’m not going to let these 2 stop me.”

I pulled my pussy nearer to the jet and continued pleasuring myself until I orgasmed. There were a few ‘Aaah’s and ‘yes’s as I reached my peak that attracted the attention of the men who stopped and stared at us.

I swung my feet back into the water and looked at Charlotte.

“That’s better, I think that I’m ready for James and the woods now; how about you Char?”

“Yeah, I’m wide awake now.”

We swam to the shallow end and climbed out. The 2 men still watching us as our 2 bare butts disappeared into the rest of the house.

After a quick phone call to bursa eskort James and about 20 minutes, the same 2 bare butts walked out to the car and a smiling James.

There were 4 cars in the car park when we got there, the occupants presumably somewhere in the woods. As our lessons and different sex positions got going well Charlotte suddenly shrieked and said,

“There are 2 men watching us; over there.”

“That’s okay Charlotte, that’s one of the reasons why we’re here. Play with yourself and give them a good show.” James said; I was a little busy at the time.

When I was able I asked Charlotte if she wanted one of the watchers to fuck her.”

“I think that I’ll just settle for them watch.”

“Okay. Now get down here and swallow James’s cock.”

The mini orgy with a mini audience went on for at least 30 more minutes before we’d all had enough, James not sure if he could get it up again.

Back at home we did nothing for a while then phoned an order for some Chinese food. We both answered the door to the guy that had delivered to daddy and I before. He didn’t seem to want to leave and asked us some questions about the service that his company had provided.

We finally got rid of him then sat on the sofas eating, drinking wine and talking.

At around 9 o’clock we got a pleasant surprise when I heard daddy say,

“Hello Georgia; and who is your gorgeous friend?”

I turned round, confirmed that I wasn’t dreaming, shouted “daddy” then jumped up and ran to him then jumped up onto him wrapping my legs around his waist.

As I was hugging him I felt his hands go round me, then under my bare butt to stop me from sliding down.

After a few seconds daddy removed his hands and I slowly slid down to the floor. Then daddy said,

“My meetings finished early so I decided to surprise you Georgia.”

“I’m glad that you did daddy, now you are able to meet my best friend Charlotte from school. Char, come and meet my daddy.”

Charlotte was still sat on a sofa with an arm over her tits.

“Come on Charlotte, don’t be shy, it’s only my daddy.” I instructed.

Charlotte stood up and walked over, hands by her side.

After I’d formally introduced them I said,

“I got a bid bored earlier in the week and invited her here; I hope that you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, but what happened to your clothes? I never expected to be welcomed by 2 beautiful, naked 18 year old girls.”

“Oh that; we were here alone and just couldn’t be bothered to get dressed; we’ve had a very lazy few days.”

“Okay not a problem; you didn’t upset Mrs. Jones did you?”

“No, I gave her a few days off.”

“Okay.

“Shall we go and put some clothes on daddy?”

“That’s up to you; you’re 18 now so it’s your choice.”

“Thank you daddy. Have you eaten? We had a Chinese but I can soon order you some if you want.”

“Yes, that would be nice, just ask for my usual, they know what it is. Right, I’ll go and freshen up then Charlotte escort bursa here can tell me all about herself and what you 2 have been up to. I know what it’s like when 2 x 18 year olds get together.”

Daddy went off and I phoned his order in.

“We’d better go and get dressed G.” Charlotte said.

“No, it’s not worth it. Daddy didn’t seem at all surprised or upset to see us when he got back so why should we bother. Don’t worry Charlotte, if daddy was upset we’d know about it.”

“Saying it like that G makes me wonder if he used to spank you when you were little; did he?”

“He did a couple of times when I was little but after mummy died I could never do anything wrong.”

“On the bare like they do at school?”

“On the bare Char. I’ll go and get some more wine and put it in the refrigerator.”

Daddy was returning to the main room at the same time as I was and I asked him if he minded Charlotte and I staying naked.

“Good grief no; it’s just what I need to cheer me up.”

“Good.” I replied and reached up and kissed his cheek.

We all talked about all sorts with daddy looking at Charlotte or me all of the time. I wasn’t sure if he was being polite or that he enjoyed looking at our bodies.

The conversation was broken by the doorbell and I rushed to get the takeaway for daddy. When I got back daddy said,

“You didn’t open the front door like that did you Georgia?”

“Yes; why?”

“Oh nothing.”

The 3 of us talked some more and drank some more, and I noticed that Charlotte was getting more relaxed about being naked in front of daddy. She was even letting her knees drift apart a little bit. Not that he could see her pussy, she was sat down.

Me, on the other hand, I was getting very lazy in the way that I was sitting, and, at times, laying back in the chair. I actually caught daddy looking at my pussy a couple of times which made me feel happy.

One thing that we did talk about was all of our itineraries for the next 2 days. Luckily, we were still flying to Ibiza on the Saturday so Charlotte could still catch the Friday afternoon train home. Daddy had to go into the office on the Friday so my plans to go to the dress shop in the morning and for a final 3 some in the woods with James weren’t going to be affected.

I think that all 3 of us were ‘happy’ when we went to bed.

Charlotte and I still slept naked on top on my bed and I still left the door wide open.

I woke up to see daddy sat at the foot of my bed gently shaking my ankle. When he saw my eyes open he told me that he was leaving for work and that he’d see me that evening. I closed my eyes to go back to sleep and I felt him get off the bed but it was ages before I heard him leave the room. I guess that he’d been looking at the naked Charlotte and me.

The sun was shining when I next woke up. Charlotte was walking back from the bathroom quietly singing.

“Morning G.” she said, “nice day for a drive to the woods.”

“Nymphomaniac.” I replied.

“Come on sleepy head, we have to be at the dress shop.”

“Oh yes, pass me my phone please.”

“What did your last slave die of?” Charlotte replied as she threw my phone to me.

“Over-work.” I said as I phoned James and booked him for an hour from then.

“Your father is a nice man Georgia.” Charlotte said as we sipped our coffee. “He really made me feel comfortable, especially as I was naked all the time.”

“Yes, he is nice, but that didn’t stop him staring at your goodies Char; even this morning when you were still asleep.”

“You mean that he came into your bedroom and stared at us?”

“I didn’t have my hand on my pussy and I wasn’t rubbing my clit in my sleep was I?”

“I don’t know; I didn’t look.”

But I did look at Charlotte’s face right then, and it was red. I wondered if she played with herself a lot while she was asleep.

“Are we going to the dress shop naked G; or are we going to put some clothes on?”

“Daddy will be at his office all day so it’s business as usual Char.”

And 2 naked girls walked out to the car when James arrived.

There was no one in the shop when we arrived and Celeste responded to the doorbell and came and said hello. As she came over to us she kicked the pedestal nearer to the door then added,

“Glad to see that you’ve arrived ready for business ladies. Who wants to be first?”

Charlotte stepped up and went through trying on the clothes that Celeste had made for her. At first she kept saying that she couldn’t wear this or that at home because her mother would kill her. It was Celeste that told her that she should go out in clothes approved by her mother then change on the way to wherever she was going.

The clothes that Celeste had made for me were perfect. I really like the dresses that have horizontal cuts in them. With minor adjustments I can show or hide my nipples and when I stand up straight the big cut a few centimetres below my hips lets everyone see my slit. The dress with lots of different shapes cut out of the front leaves me looking like the front is just an odd shaped net.

I was hoping that some people would come into the shop whilst we were there but we weren’t there that long, and by lunchtime we were on our way to the woods for another lesson and mini orgy out in the open air.

I think that James was going to be glad that Charlotte was going home and that I was going to Ibiza. He looked very tired by the end of that week.

Back at home Charlotte packed her suitcase and we both put some clothes on. We stopped at a pub and had lunch, James having to be told to join us, before dropping Charlotte off at the train station.

Having seen Charlotte get on her train I went back to the car and took my dress off before getting into the front passenger seat next to James.

When I got home I started filling 2 large suitcases with clothes and toys and other things that I’d need. I had no idea how long I was going to stay on the boat after daddy left me to go back to work.

I was still naked when daddy got home and he didn’t seem at all unhappy with my lack of clothes.

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After Billie left I had to take a quick shower and dress for work. You are familiar with the Victoria Secret stores on the malls. I am a model for the owner of the stores up and down the coast of California. Mr. Xxxxxx also sells lingerie wholesale to businessess in foreign countries. Often the buyers or owners of these businesses come to the US to purchase the garments. I model the garments in a special studio in a large warehouse where Mr. Xxxxxx has a tiny stage with curtains and lights and an area with seats and a table where his sales manager Mrs. Murphy describes the garments, the fabric, and qunatity discounts from the current catalog.

I arrived at the warehouse and entered the Show Room just in time to get undressed and touch up my make up. Cindy, one of the cute young sales girls had been assigned to work with me toinight was already there and had begun to lay out the garments that I would put on in sequence as shown in the catalog. Mrs. Murphy was just getting the buyer, a really nice looking man from somewhere in Europe, situated at the desk in the gallery so I put on the first outfit and was standing behind the curtain ready to present the first item, a black teddy with see thru night shirt, waiting for Mrs. Murphy cue.

I had worked with Cindy once before so we new the routine. She was very cute and reminded me of my old Barbie Doll, beautiful face, gracefull body, pert lips, slender torso and legs. Just so sweet that I had to watch her while she went about getting the next outfit ready.

Just then Mrs. Murphy said she was ready and I stepped out between the curtain into the spotlights and began the presentation of the outfit. The short stage ran right up to the table behind which Mrs. Murphy, Helen, was sitting with this real handsome man, not to old with eyes that were steel blue.

My routine requires me to get as close to the table where the buyer sits and flaunt the lingerie in his/her face. I lean over and present my cleavage so it shows the fabric and stiching as best I can. I bend over like I am fixing the strap on my slipper and stick my butt up in his face so he can see how much of my pussy is covered by the panties. I like showing my body this way; I watch the byers eyes as he follows the contoures of my body and how bursa eskort the garment fits and covers, or does not cover my boobs, my ass and tummy, etc.

The object is to stimulate the buyer so he will purchase more than he might want to. As soon as Helen finishes describing the outfit she nods to me and I step back through the curtains where Cindy helps me take the garment off and helps me into the next outfit. There are about 40 to 50 different items to show so we have to hurry so there is little time that the buyer is not seeing the product. Cindy sees me nude each change and her job is to make shure that all the straps are straight, all the buttons and ties are fastened properly and so forth so she sees my bare tits, my shaved pussy and everything else every time I change.

By the time we’ve shown 10 or 15 outfits I’ve begun to get a little wet down there and I have to make sure that I don’t stain the panties or sleepware which might clearly be seen by the buyer and ruin the garment. So, I have placed a dry wash rag on the counter where Cindy is working and from time to time I wipe my pussy to make sure I’m not wet. Showing my body this way makes me kinda hot; I really get into showing the buyer everything. Today I noticed that he began to squirm in his chair and Helen noticed and had this big smile on her face when she nodded to me for the next item.

Cindy and I have to whisper to each other so those out in front of the curtain won’t hear us. This routine contunues over and over, and I notice that Cindy’s fingers begin to linger on different parts of the fabric and my exposed skin near the edges of the bras and V-strings and thongs etc. This really makes my body tingle and I get worked up and begin to get wet “down there”. By the time we are about through Cindy is not looking at my face but at my exposed body. This make me real hot and I have to dry my pussy just about each time I change.

The last two item in the catalog are lingerie for a woman on her wedding hight, the panties of which have a slit in the crotch which shows her bear pussy. The first one is rather plain but radiant pink and leave little to imagine. The last is a thong with frilly lace all around the slit. The bra has holes with lace around each to emphasize the nipple escort bursa that protruces through the hole. Cindy’s fingers linger all around the lace making sure that it is all straight and not crinkled. Just one problem, her fingers are touching my skin around the lacey edge and making me about cum, she almost fingered my bare pussy which was showing bold as could be between the sides of the slit. I’m sure it was her finger that touched me there.

With the last presentation I usually linger out where the buyer is as Helen describes in detail all of the fabric and stitching, colors and variations that appear in the catalog. My appearance there in front of the buyer usually keeps his attention glued to my body while she describes all the neat apparel that can go with this outfit. I can see that both Helen and the buyer are visually stimulated. But then, that’s my job.

After Helen introduces my and thanks me for the show, I step back through the curtain expecting to see Cindy to help me undress and relax a bit. She isn’t there so I take off the wedding outfit and step through the door in the back to the dressing room where to my amazment iI find Cindy with her hand up her dress with her hand/fingers giving her crotch/pussy a workout, eyes closed, head back leaning on the make up table.

I said, “Cindy, what are you doing”?
She almost jumped out of her skin. Her hands flew to her face and she began to apologize saying, “Oh Sandy, I’m sorry, I got carried away, I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please forgive me”. Then she began to sob and tears started rolling down cheeks.

I walked up to her and put both hands on her head and began kissing her forhead, her eyse, her cheeks, her chin and clutched her to me and put my head right next hers and whispered in her ear that it was OK. Don;t cry. Let me hold you. And I put my arms around her and held her saying it was OK , it’s OK.

Gradually she began to relax and put her arms around me. She let out a big sigh, and held me tight and we just stood there and held each other. Finally she said, ‘Please don’t be mad at me, I just got carried away, I won’t do it again”.

What could I say, here this beautiful creature was holding this naked woman and begging to be forgiven. This “Barbie Doll” was making me so hot I could hardly keep from tearing her clothes off and rapeing her right there.

So I told her not to worry, that I loved her touching me and I wanted her to put her hands all over me and feel my skin and make me feel good all over. Would she do that for me? She said, “Oh Sandy I was so afraid that you would not like me’. I said I really liked her and thought she was really beautiful and sweet and I wated her to like me very much.

I reached back and put the makeup chair behing me and set down and told her to sit acrross my legs and put her arms around my neck and just sit and we would rest a while. She did and I put her head next to mine over my shoulder and whispered into her ear how much I liked her and how I wanted to kiss her. At first she backed off and looked me in the eye for a minute, a puzzled look on her face. I smiled and began to move my face towards hers. She didn’t pull away so I put my lips close to hers and whispered to her, “please kiss me”. She leaned forward and our lips touched and then she crushed my lips with hers and we kissed deeply, our tougues lashing at each other, our lips sucking each other and I couldn’t get enough of her.

Now all this time I’m naked and she is fully clothed in a blouse and skirt. As we kissed I slowly put my free hand on her knee and inside her skirt and began to rub her theighs up towards her crotch. Her kissing was making me so hot I could hardly stand it. Gradually I proceeded to move my hand up to her belly and slipped my fingers under her paties and down over her mound to her wet pussy. She didn’t object but held her legs together so I whispered in her ear “spread you legs” and she did some and I cold feel her pussy lips. Spead them more I begged and she really did this time and I pushed real hard into her pussy and got two fingers inside her and clamped down real hard and with the palm of my hand rubbber her clit as hard as I could. She is almost bit my lips now, our tounges licking each others lips. I began to suck her tongue hard and crush her pussy at the same time and her body stiffened and she exploded a giant cum iinto my hand. I kept her orgasms coming with my two fingers as deep inside her as I could. Her hips were bucking against my hand and I wanted her to really like what I was doing so I prolonged my rubbing until she began to subside.

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Ever since she was thirteen Emily knew what the Cumbucket surname implied. In her earlier years her mother, Alena Cumbucket, had not told her, but as soon as Emily went to the local school for young witches the other witches had made it clear what it meant.
Emily asked her mother about it after arriving home from the first day at school, and Alena had sat Emily down in the kitchen to explain the family name.
“First of all, you understand that as a witch, we keep our mother’s names rather than the name of the male who we decide to become partners with?” asked Alena.
“Yes mother” replied Emily, concentrating hard to her mother’s words, desperate to know why she was called Cumbucket.
“We Cumbuckets come from a line of witches that have been renowned for our sexual prowess and promiscuity. It may be that the name itself is what makes us this adventurous, perhaps sparking some subconscious need or desire in ourselves that would not portray itself in a woman who did not live with a name like Cumbucket. It could also be that our mothers before us were highly charged sexual creatures, and it has been passed down to us through our bodies by nature. This sexual talent, or curse…. whatever you want to call it, is something you and I were born with, so we will have to live with it I’m afraid. Ultimately, it means a life less ordinary for us, Emily, a life which can be very painful mentally and physically, or instead – as it has been for me – a life of deep pleasures and excitements. It is up to you how you view this. But certainly, with a name like Cumbucket, you are not going to escape the grasps of the male sex… whether they be human or not.”
“Not human?!”
“Yes, the natural world picks up on a lot of things we humans didn’t know they did. Sexual propensity is one. I have had more than humans inside me, Emily.”
Emily was gobsmacked by her mother’s words, and sat in silence waiting for her mind to make sense of it all.
After a while her mother broke the silence, “Have you ever had a sexual experience Emily?”
“No,” replied Emily, only half lying, knowing that she had felt strange tingles when she had seen her father naked manhood when he was naked sometimes.
“I know that you have started becoming a woman, you have small breasts and a slight lining of womanly fur above your flower”
Silence again.
Her mother looked towards the ceiling and seemed to be toiling with something in her mind. Finally she said, almost exasperatedly, “Emily, I want you to have a great life, a life full of pleasure and excitement. Just like me. I want you to see the potential of your body and mind, and see this potential come to fruition as your body does the same. Do you want that too?”
“Of course mother” how could she say otherwise?
“Then there is one thing I can do for you to start you off on the right footing.”
“What is that mother?”
“I want to be the first to give you sexual pleasure. So that you will find out how wonderful it is from the start.”
“I don’t know…” said Emily, knowing that she could not stop her body from responding to her mother’s idea. Emily knew how beautiful Alena was; she know about the fantastic physique, all the curves in the right places; the large, white, perfectly formed breasts, with their pink nipples. She knew about the soft fur of her mother’s pubic hair, just there, between her legs. bursa eskort But she also knew that her mother was a woman, and it seemed wrong to look upon a woman with the same desire she was allowed to look upon a man. “You are a woman though.”
“All the better to understand your body and how to give it the greatest pleasure, with a gentleness that no man could possibly use.”
“You are my mother,” despite Emily feeling rather turned on by the idea of this taboo, she still weakly tried to protest.
“And who better to guide you through it than the one who loves you most in this world?”
Emily sat silently, unable to respond with a decent argument against her mother’s words. Truthfully, she was in a state of high sexual responsiveness now, and all she could think about was her mother taking her. She had become a slave to her impulses.
Alena simply took this opportunity and kissed Emily passionately full on the lips. This was a kiss of lust not like the peck Alena would give her before she went to bed. Emily had never been kissed this way before and she liked it. She responded by opening her little red lips to her mother’s searching tongue. Alena flicked around her daughter’s mouth with her tongue, and sucked on her daughter’s lips with a slight nip from time to time. Their mingling breathes, their mingling saliva, had them both working themselves up to a sexual heat. Slowly, whilst still kissing her daughter passionately, Alena started undoing Emily’s little dress at the back. Emily felt her mother’s hands slowly undoing her dress and felt the soft spring breeze find its way beneath. Goosepimples shot from the bottom of her back to the top and she arched her back uncontrollably, forcing her small 13 year old breasts into her mother’s large 33 year old breasts, causing her nipples to become erect. This sent pleasant tingles around her body.
Alena bid Emily stand up, and as Emily did so her dress fell to her feet, revealing her naked body, for she wore no underwear. Alena took a moment to admire her daughter’s newly developing body, with its form becoming more shapely, though still lacking the true curves that an adult woman had. The idea of making love to her 13 year old daughter seemed so desirable, with Emily’s little erect nipples and virgin pussy just there, in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for Alena to make love to. Emily was truly beautiful, Alena could tell that she was going to be a heartbreakingly beautiful woman, with such a cute face. Those breasts would grow too.
Alena took off her own dress revealing her large breasts and womanly figure, “This is what you are going to become my love” she said to her daughter. Emily longed to touch her mother’s perfect body, to feel those breasts and, rather naughtily which sent another tingle around her body, to touch her mother’s pussy.
Suddenly Alena couldn’t hold back any longer and embraced Emily passionately, enveloping Emily in her arms and kissing her like before. Alena placed her thigh between Emily’s legs and could feel a slight wetness there. Emily moaned as her pussy rubbed against the thigh and her cliteris responded to the pressure by sending tingles around her body. Alena gasped as her daughter began rubbing herself against Alena’s thigh and kissing back the way Alena had been doing before, with her tongue entering her mother’s mouth.
All of this sexuality from her daughter was escort bursa too much for her and she broke the embrace and said “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Alena lay on the bed sideways, accentuating her ample breasts, and beckoned her daughter do the same opposite her. They kissed again and Emily felt very turned on, turned on to the point where her vaginal fluid started seeping onto her inner thigh. She stopped kissing, spread her legs and put her fingers around the opening of her pussy, and brought back her fingers with their sticky liquid. She showed her mother and said “What is this mummy?”
“It is your pussy juice baby, it is to let a cock slide more easily inside you.” At this, Alena licked her daughter’s fingers clean.
Shocked, but very turned on, Emily tentatively asked her mother, “Can I taste yours?”
“Of course you can baby.” Alena guided her daughter’s fingers between her pussy lips. Emily had wide eyes when feeling this and said “It is so slippery and warm!”
“Oh… you bet baby.” Her mother could hardly speak with the wonderful sensation of her daughter’s fingers between her pussy lips. Emily then took her fingers out and licked them clean, as she had learned from her mother.
“How do you like the taste of my cunt baby?”
“Oh I like it, it tastes lovely. Can have some more?” Emily asked eagerly.
“Yes… in fact…”
“What is it mummy?”
“Here, I’ll show you.” Alena took hold of her daughter’s hand again and guided it to her pussy, which by this time was crying out for some attention. Alena then guided Emily’s middle finger into her pussy hole. It went in easily because it was so thin and slender, but it still felt wonderful to have her daughter’s finger inside her. “Put another one in baby” Emily didn’t need any guidance or encouragement this time, and eagerly slid her forefinger into her mother’s warm and wet vagina. She had them in as far as they would go and was enjoying the feel of her mother’s insides when her mother said, “Push them in and out repeatedly”. Emily obeyed this request and started shoving them in and out again and again much to the obvious enjoyment of her groaning mother. The naughtiness of the situation was not lost on Emily and her pussy had become so wet that now there was a steady stream of liquid flowing from her pussy, around her asshole and inner thigh and finally staining the sheets. Her mother’s pussy was doing the same.
“Suck my tits!” Alena exclaimed, which Emily did with applomb. Sucking hard and long on each nipple, all the while still furiously shoving fingers up her mother’s snatch. Alena gathered her senses and realised this occasion was for Emily, not her. She took her middle and fore fingers and took some of the lubricant provided by the 13 year old’s wet pussy and started rubbing Emily’s clit clockwise. Emily immediately screamed with pleasure and arched her back, taking the time to enjoy the attention her young clit was getting. She started to grind her hips to the motion of her mother’s fingers, building up, building up the pleasure, gasping for air occasionally but uncontrollably holding her breathe – causing her face and neck to become flushed. All until, at last, an explosion of sexual pleasure burst upwards and around emanating from her clitoris and shaking her whole body uncontrollably, “AHHHHHHH” she screamed, and lost all thoughts for what seemed an eternity until she finally stopped shaking and came back into the room.
Alena by this point was furiously rubbing her own clit, her daughter having stopped giving her any attention in the midst of her own pleasure. Suddenly she felt something between her legs and when she looked down she could see her daughter placing her little 13 year old face at the opening of her womanhood. Alena felt a surge of pleasure as soon as her daughter started licking around her pussy. “Oh you are a natural born pussy muncher aren’t you, my dirty little daughter!” Emily simply looked up with her naughty little face all cheeky and cute and carried on eating out her mother. “That’s it baby, concentrate on the clitoris,” Alena guided her daughter to her rather engorged sex button, and Emily did as she was told. Occasionally Emily would drift a little lower to taste her mother’s sweet nectar from time to time, but when Alena started shuddering and groaning deep, animal like, grunts, she knew to carry on flicking her mother’s clit with her little tongue repeatedly. Finally, Alena came hard, and pulled her daughter’s head into her pussy, using her daughter long soft brown hair as leaverage.
After her orgasm had subsided, Alena asked Emily to come up again and noticed her daughter still had her pussy juices glistening and dripping off of her chin. Alena took the opportunity and covered her fingers in Emily’s nectar from between her daughters legs, then licked it all off refraining from swallowing it, she swished it around in her mouth a while. Then she gave her daughter the sloppiest kiss she had ever had, mixing her daughter’s and her own juices together in their mouths, swapping it to and fro and then gulping it all down.
“How was it baby?” Alena asked after a while of cuddling.
“It was wonderful mummy. It was great. Oh my, how I loved it. I had an orgasm!”
“Yes you did, you had an orgasm, how did you know?”
“I sometimes hear you screaming when you and daddy are together after bed-time.”
“I’m sure you can tell, then, that it is hard to control your voice when you are cumming very hard.”
Emily contemplated this for a while, and thought about the experience she had just had. Then asked her mother, “What’s it like to have a cock inside you?”
“It’s wonderful baby, but I think you are a bit young for it. Besides, I don’t want to take your virginity with my fingers or anything else.”
“What about daddy?” Emily said, finally getting to the point she wanted to make.
“I don’t know whether your father would approve of having sex with you baby, I don’t think he would approve of what just happened either.”
“Oh, please mummy, I really want him inside me, please.” Emily looked so disappointed by her denial that Alena couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. After all, she knew just what it is like to crave cock, her husband leaving for weeks sometimes on business around the shire.
“Well… maybe we could convince him somehow. Perhaps if he found his wife and 13 year old daughter tribbing…”
“What’s tribbing?”
A smile went across Alena’s face then, and she said simply, “You’ll find out, and you will find out what fisting is too. On Friday, when your father gets home from work, he will find us in here!”
After a while of talking more about sex and all the possibilities it offered, Emily went to bed thinking about her experience. She fell to sleep wondering what fisting was, and what tribbing was, and wondering what it was going to be like to fuck her father.

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So, Dee came home from the weekend at Dottie’s, she looked like she had a good time. I asked her”Did you have fun?”,all she would say was “It was different.”
When it was time to go to bed I was horny, I had not fucked Dee in over a week and I was ready ! When she finally came to bed, she was wearing a tee shirt, and as I started feeling up her tits, I felt the nipple rings.
What is this? Oh, those are something Dottie dared me to get, I was drunk, and well there they are. I loved them I tugged her nipples and it definitely was a turn on for her. Is there any other additional additions?
Well, just one. Dee spread her pussy and there was a piece of gold peeking through her thick bush. Wow! You got your clit pierced ? Yea, I woke up and their it was?
That is quite a weekend for someone who won’t even let me fuck her in the ass! I’ve been thinking about that…would you want to try that now?
Well, hell yes, I flipped her over raised he hips up and sunk my cock in her ass clear to my balls ! She didn’t even flinch! Fuck me baby, fuck be hard ! That was no problem,in a few minutes my hot cum was filling her hairy asshole.
I was amazed, that was the best sex we had in the last 20 years, and I would soon find out that was just the beginning.
The week rolled around, and I fucked Dee in just about every position I could imagine. There was one difference, Dee had suddenly liked “rough” sex, the rougher the bursa eskort better, twisting, probing,pain, she was a “new” woman and I liked it.
Thursday came ,and when I got home Dee told me,”Dottie called she wants a few of us to go to a crafts show this weekend, is that OK”
Yeas ,I have to work this weekend anyway, it will give you something to do.
Saturday morning rolled around I got up, to go to work, I’m leaving, have fun! OK, Dee said,I’m sure I will.

Dee got into the car and drove the half hour to Dottie’s house. When she got there there was a few cars already there. Dottie came out to meet her,”Hi baby!” She then gave her a deep kiss her tongue washing the inside of her mouth. She put her arm around her waste. Girls this is Dee. Dee, this is Livvy,Jenny,Dawn, and the cute little thing on the floor is Dana. You and Dana will get to know each other really well thi s weekend.Livvy was a redhead, with a small waist and huge tits.Jenny was a curly haired brunette, with big tits, and a little on the chubby side.Dawn was a Viking princess, big tits and long blond hair.Go ahead an kiss Dana,said Livvy she is mine and needs to be welcomed !
Dee walked over to Dana, and kissed her on the cheek! Dottie slapped Dee’s ass,Kiss her bitch she’s family ! Dee then pressed her lips to Dana’s and slipped her tongue until it was meet with Dana’s.
That’s more like it baby! Well, the weekend is short, escort bursa what do we want to do first ?
Livvy say’s I want to play with your bitch Dottie! Is she really a redhead? O yes Livvy,You can have her use the upstairs bedroom, I think you like that one. Come on my little cunt, Livvy said as she grabbed Dee by the hand and headed up the stairs. When they got to the room, and opened the door there was an iron rail bed with iron rails for a head board. Livvy pull ed Dee into the room pulled the door shut, and immedialy pushed Dee against the door grabbed a handful of Dee’s tit and thrust her tongue down Dee’s throat! Dee wrapped her arms around Livvy’s back and offered her mouth to be tongue fucked, and Livvy obliged. Livvy threw Dee on the bed and stood in front of her,”Undress me.” Livvy was wearing jeans with boots, and a pull over sweater with a scarf. Lookin anything but a dyke. Come on, we don’t have all night ! Dee took of her scarf and lifted the sweater from the bottom,she exposed skin that was alabaster covered in freckles, and tits that were even bigger than Dottie’s. The bra baby, take it off. Dee, reached around the back and released the snaps, and Livvy shrugged her shoulders dropping the bras to the floor. Like them baby? What is there NOT to like said Dee? Her it is we 44DDD, with half dollar sized aereolas and stiff nipples. I have a special treat for you baby, but finish undressing me first. Dee sat Livvy down on the bead, removes her boots,unsnapped her jeans, and slipped them off exposing a lace G string with a very thick bush sticking out around it in every direction.
Now you baby, strip for me ! Dee, began with her top and bra. Dottie wasn’t lying you have great tits, and baby don’t worry about being a little chubby, I like meat ! The Dee removed her pans leaving her underwear on. No,no baby off with the undies, I like to see what I’m about to eat.
Dee, removed her underwear exposing her hairy pussy. Ummm, I do love a hairy pussy.Lay down baby. As Dee lay down Livvy climbed on her straddling Dee’s thighs, with hers, rubbing their tits against one another,stimulating Livvy’s tits. I’m sorry baby, when I get stimulated I lactate, just lick it up and suck on my tits it will stop and give you a treat. Dee latched her lips around Livvy’s tit a sucked the rich baby milk down her throat. As she did that Livvy, slipped a hand down through Dee’s bush, grabbed a handful and tugged up causing Dee to become unlatched. Keep sucking my little slut, there is a lot to come !
Finally,Livvy had enough and said ,” OK my little slut roll over and put that gorgeous ass of your in the air”. Dee did as she was told, and could hear Livvy rustling around in the room behind her. Suddenly she felt the cold, slimey lube being applied to her ass and pussy.What a pretty brown asshole you have, I don’t know whether to eat it or fuck it ? I think fuck it ,and with that Dee felt her asshole being probed by something…

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It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. There was nothing to do that weekend, just a lazy day at home. An evil, red baker which used to contain leftover casserole stared at me from across the room. Returning that baker was the only thing I had to do that weekend. It belonged to my wife’s identical twin sister, Julie. She had visited us the week prior for a dinner party and had brought over a casserole. I don’t remember what type it was, I never touched it. My wife, Jessica, finished the leftover casserole yesterday and tasked me with returning the washed container today. It had been a long week at the Hospital I work at. My boss was out all week because his wife just had a baby. That meant I had to take care of a lot of his responsibilities. I was overworked and prepared to lay around all weekend.

“You didn’t leave yet?” Jessica scoffed. She pointed to the baker sitting on the island counter. It was her sister’s property I didn’t know why I had to return it but every decent man knows not to say such things aloud to his wife.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get going,” I huffed. In an over exaggerated manner, I got up from the couch. The stupid container seemingly smiled at me. It knew it was ruining my afternoon plans. It wasn’t alive or sentient, but it knew.

The drive to Julie’s house was not long. She lived about thirty minutes away from us. The twins didn’t move far from their parents as both of our households are only an hour from their childhood home where their parents still live. This was one of many ways in which Julie and Jessica were similar. Obviously, as identical twins they had the exact same appearance. They thought similarly, both majored in biology, got jobs in labs and share a variety of the same hobbies, music taste and show preferences. It’s odd when they’re together they almost speak in their own language. Jessica could say one word and somehow an entire sentence of information is passed to Julie. I’ll never understand it.

Finally, I arrived at the doorstep of my wife’s doppelgänger sister. Julie got divorced two years back, no kids, but a heartbreaking split nonetheless. She ended up with a lot of money though. Jessica nags me constantly about the house Julie can afford on her own, the self-driving Tesla she bought, the kitchen she remodeled. Julie has it all and all to herself.

The doorbell rung in harmony with the wind chimes. When Julie opened the door I was reminded of how different she was from my wife. Identical twins meant they both look the same but someone like me could tell the difference. It’s actually easy if you don’t look at her face. They both have the same light brown hair, light brown eyes, and flawless white skin. The best way to tell them apart was their body. Julie is a bit thicker than Jessica, though not by much. Jessica is a B cup and Julie is almost a C so they’re still pretty close. Of course I know these facts because Jessica tells me. I’m told they’re only ten to fifteen pounds away from being the same weight. This makes it barely noticeable to most, or to those who don’t know where to look. The face will never help you, the ass, thighs, belly, breasts, those will tell you everything. Last week, at the dinner party, I put this to the test. I’d ignore their faces and look at the features I listed, I’d ask myself which looked rounder, or fuller, and the one that was, was always Julie.

“Uh, hey,” Julie greeted nervously. She held the door open with one hand, arm fully extended. Her clothes were usually similar to Jessica’s, same taste and all, but not today. Instead of a sundress, Julie had on a black crop top and black leggings. This really showed off the difference in the two woman’s curves. Unfortunately, she looked too similar to my wife for my dick to know the difference. I could feel myself blush at the sight of Julie’s slightly more voluptuous figure.

“Hi, just wanted to return your casserole dish thing,” I announced. Julie didn’t react. My words hung in the air, waiting to be acknowledged. It was awkward enough to make my friendly smile fade. “Are you ok?”

Julie shook her head like an etch-a-sketch clearing before restarting. “I’m sorry, please come inside,” Julie replied.

“Oh no, I’m just here to return your-“

Julie cut me off. “No, I need to talk to you Rob,” she insisted. That was odd. Julie rarely talked to me one on one. Something was wrong. Then again I couldn’t tell. If something was wrong Julie would talk to Jessica because of their super twin bond. I felt an odd rush of uneasiness travel down my spine and settle in my stomach.

The front door clicked shut behind me. “I have to tell you something that’s gonna be difficult for you to hear,” Julie stated plainly. My face twisted in confusion. She took the baker from my hands and brought it into the kitchen. I followed her. Julie set the baker down in a cabinet inside her island counter.

“What is it?” I asked. Part of me just wanted to break the awkward silence, the odd tension that filled the room.

Julie fixed her eyes on mine. They didn’t move. Her lips started to move though no words came out. Eventually, she took a deep breath and looked down. “Rob, Jessica has been cheating on you.”

Her words were so foreign they didn’t even register. My wife was cheating on me? That didn’t make sense, there was no way. It was such a bizarre, unfamiliar sentence, it was almost another language. I remained silent. Instead of asking questions, my mind completely shut down. No thoughts, opinions, speech, just a blank void.

Julie decided to continue. “I know it’s hard to hear and it’s ok if you’re mad at me, I just thought you should know.”

My brain slowly came bursa eskort back to life like a zombie. “Wait, wait, wait, how do you know this?” my voice sounded the same, reality hadn’t phased me.

“I caught them in the act, her and some guy. It was before the dinner party, you were still at the Hospital and I came early to hangout with Jessica. I, um, I have proof, if you need it,” she explained. Her eyes glanced towards her phone for a moment. There must have been some pictures of my wife and, I guess, some guy on there.

“Show me,” I demanded in a tone I didn’t recognize. My heartbeat filled my body. All I heard and felt was the drum of my heartbeat.

Carefully, Julie picked up her phone as if it would shatter with the slightest touch. After a few taps she turned the screen to me. It was a picture of Jessica riding some dude cowgirl style. She bucked up and down, moaning a name that was not mine. “Shit, you took a video?” I gasped. It was rough to watch, my stomach flipped. I wanted to throw up. My mind told me to look away but my eyes refused. They were locked on the recording. This dude fucking my wife. I didn’t know him. He didn’t seem bigger than me or stronger, I didn’t understand.

“Sorry, I heard them when I came in and I didn’t know what to do. Maybe a picture would’ve been better?”

“Yeah,” I replied sharply. My fierce tone made her jump.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted you to clearly see it was her and not me.”

“Is this you?” I interrogated as if this was all a sick joke.

She placed a thin hand over her cleavage. “No, I know you can tell us apart. We don’t have the exact same, um, shape?” Julie clarified. Her hand fell from her chest. It was only there for a moment. She was hinting at the woman in the video having smaller breasts than her, or at least that’s what I thought. It was unfortunately not Julie in that video. My wife was cheating on me. All of a sudden I couldn’t bring myself to say her name. How could she do this? My face burned red hot.

“What the fuck?” I yelled. Julie’s eyes went wide.

“Calm down,” Julie instructed. She placed her hands on my strong chest, trying to keep me at bay.

“Calm down? Fuck that, I’m pissed!” I boomed.

“I know, I know,” Julie whispered.

I started storming toward the door. Julie dashed in front of me. I tried to move her out of the way, she kept blocking me. “You can’t go over there now, you’ll do something you’ll regret!” she warned. I didn’t care. I shoved her aside. She slid back in front of me. “Rob, trust me I’ve been there, I’ve felt how you feel right now. You can’t go over there seething with rage.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I can help you,” Julie pleaded. She gave me a big hug. Her tits pressed against me much more than Jessica’s. I could feel how round they were even when squeezed against me. I broke our embrace.

“How?” I spat.

“Two years ago I divorced my husband because he was cheating. I know you’ve been married longer than I was at the time, yet I think I know how you feel. I know it sounds wrong but throughout everything that happened with Jeremy, all I felt was the need to get even, to get revenge. More than anything I wanted to make him feel as broken and betrayed as I felt,” Julie confessed.

It had been a long time since I heard Julie mention Jeremy. He had struck me as a tool the moment I met him. I was glad when Julie divorced him, that man was never going to change. My situation felt a lot different though. There were no signs of Jessica being someone other than the sweet, loving wife I knew her to be. One thing was the same, how I felt. I felt broken and betrayed. I wished I could get back at Jessica but I didn’t have it in me to hurt her. “You think I should get back at her?” I questioned. Julie smiled and nodded. “If she’s cheating on me, she must not care all that much about me or anything I do,” I added.

“Trust me, she’ll care,” Julie beamed. Her smile didn’t look innocent. It was clear she had thought of a devilish plan.

“What should I do?” I asked.

Julie grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, over her head. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. My eyes went wide, my jaw dropped. I couldn’t help myself, I scanned her beautiful body up and down. Julie’s tits were definitely bigger than Jessica’s. When she had clothes on they looked similar, once her shirt came off I could clearly see they were at least a cup bigger. Her tits strained the cups of her bra. My eyes lowered to Julie’s midriff. Having more curves meant she had a slightly rounder tummy too. I found women with a little bit of a belly pooch kinda sexy though. To me it was a sign she was a truly voluptuous woman. It was still small though, no rolls, marks or blemishes. It was also completely contained within the waistband of her yoga pants, the perfect size. Eventually it occurred to me neither of us had said anything in a while. Julie’s actions spoke for herself. She wanted me to hookup with her to get back at Jessica.

“Julie what are you-“

Julie stepped forward and kissed me. She pulled my head down with one hand and clung to my chest with the other. My erection pressed against my pants while her bulging breasts pressed against me. We made out only for a few seconds before I pushed her away.

“Julie, we can’t. I’m married to your sister!” I scolded.

She hopped backwards, purposely making her tits bounce. “Oh? You mean my sister who cheated on you? Who has been cheating on you for weeks?”

“Weeks?”

“I only have proof of the one time I caught her but, yes Rob, weeks.”

My body grew hot. There were so many emotions boiling inside escort bursa me at once. None were overpowering the others, each mixed and flowed together. Julie slinked closer in a catwalk strut that put me in a trance. The way her ripe thighs slid against each other as she slowly sauntered toward me was astoundingly hypnotizing. Her body, her curves, her sultry tone, everything was hypnotizing. It was just like a sexier, thicker version of my wife. How could I resist?

“I can’t cheat, even if she cheated,” I said weekly. Julie smiled and placed both her hands on my chest, resting her elbows on my abs, begging me to bend down to kiss her.

“Why not? You can get back at her, hurt her more than she hurt you. She loves me more than anything, you could devastate her so easily. I look just like her, it won’t even feel wrong. Do you not want to get even? You don’t want this?” Julie questioned as she grabbed my crotch through my jeans. When I peered down all I could see was her brilliant face staring up at me and her immense cleavage rubbing against me. She looked so much like my wife it was hard not to give in. My body took over. I surrendered to the avalanche of emotions stirring within my soul. I kissed Julie back, hungrily. I grabbed one of her tight asscheeks in one hand. Her thin leggings left little to the imagination. She had a nice ass, much better than Jessica’s. My cock throbbed at the thought of fucking her.

“No,” I pulled away.

“Yes!” Julie hissed. “Ever since Jessica met you I’ve always had feelings for you. That night all those years ago I remember she brought you home to meet the family and I felt tingling all through my body. Even when I met Jeremy I still wanted you. Jessica got, you, the man of my dreams and treated you like shit! You have to let go, you’re finally mine! We can both get back at her right now!”

There would be no more persuasion I had endured as long as I could. Part of me wondered if Julie liked me because, well, identical twins sometimes think and feel similarly. Julie unbuttoned my shirt. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. Suddenly, I realized this was a dream come true for her. She acted like an animal starved for sex. Before I could process what was happening I was fucking Julie. It was like I was slipping in and out of reality. We were both naked and fucking like rabbits on her queen sized bed. She was on her back, facing me with her silky legs spread. Julie’s tits bounced and flopped as her tummy jiggled slightly with each thrust. Next thing I knew she was on top of me. Her body grinding into me like she couldn’t get enough. I reached up to squeeze her wonderful tits. Her skin was so soft, and light. Her belly was the whitest white I’d ever seen.

Julie was moaning, whispering breathy words but I didn’t hear them. All I could hear was my brain saying, “fuck Jessica, fuck that bitch!” Julie’s pussy was better than Jessica’s too. It was tighter and hungrier. When I found myself fucking her doggy style I heard words that broke through my clouded mind. “Yes, harder, hate fuck me like I’m Jessica!” It dawned on me, that’s what I was doing. I was letting out my anger through sex. Never in my life had I done something like that. It felt wrong, but in a good way, like the sexy kind of wrong when you let your body take over, give in to temptation and hookup with someone you’re not supposed to. If I hadn’t already, I lost my mind. My movements became rough, fast, vigorous. Julie moaned in response. She liked the punishment I was giving her. All the hate, the pain of betrayal, the fury, it was all converted into raw energy coursing through my veins making me fuck Julie harder and harder. Julie was receiving the beating meant for Jessica, the one who deserved punishment for what she did. Jessica wasn’t here though but Julie looked just like her. It was almost better this way, I wouldn’t want to fuck my cheating wife anyway. Julie had a sexier body, and after years of marriage it felt taboo to be with someone other than Jessica but Julie was similar enough that my conscious was small, drowned out, hardly hanging on.

I’d never been so rough during sex. Pure beastly emotion drove my actions. Julie loved it. She wanted it, she coaxed it out of me. Her telling me the truth about my wife didn’t have to end with us having sex, Julie guided us there. I didn’t have to lose control either but she encouraged it, begging for more with every thrust. Finally it became overwhelming, my cock swelled with cum. I gripped Julie’s ass in my hands, her thick flesh enveloping my fingers. She gasped as I filled her pussy with cum. It came blasting out like the rage I was bottling inside. Julie’s fingers went white from clenching them so hard. She seemed to be riding the waves of her own orgasm in tune with each splash of cum I pumped into her waiting womb. I’d cum more than I’d ever had before. It went on for so long I felt she might overflow. Of course this wouldn’t happen, eventually we both eased to an end.

Julie beamed happily. Her smile was maniacal and twisted although sexy at the same time. I cuddled Julie for a while, both of us refusing to move. That classic post-nut clarity kicked in as I began thinking about everything Jessica did, everything I just did and the consequences of our actions. The future never seemed so unclear. It felt odd. I didn’t regret what I did yet I knew I should. Everything was clouded in a fog of complex emotions. What a strange situation I was in, cheating on my cheating wife with her identical twin.

After a long couple minutes of silence I spoke up. “I’m sorry I came in you, I wasn’t thinking,” I apologized. It still felt like I wasn’t thinking. My life was an out of body experience ever since I laid eyes upon that video of Jessica.

“You didn’t do a single thing I didn’t want you to do,” Julie cooed. The way she smirked made me feel she was telling the truth.

“Oh? Are you on the pill?” I asked.

Her sly smile grew more wicked. “No, I’m not, I just don’t mind,” Julie purred. “Besides,” she continued, “what amazing revenge would it be for you to get me pregnant instead of Jessica.”

My cock jumped to attention at the thought. I tried to force it down, think about reality, about consequences, reasoning, logic. It didn’t work. The image of a heavily pregnant Julie only became clearer in my mind. Julie felt my rising erection and turned toward me. She wrapped her naked body around mine in a warm face to face cuddle.

“I see you like that naughty idea, huh?” Julie coaxed. Her shapely thighs and soft tummy pressed into my stiffening cock. She started to wiggle in response. Her ripe breasts squeezed against my chest. She reached down to feel my cock. “Someone’s ready for round two,” Julie smiled seductively.

25 weeks flew by after that day with Julie. During that time I confronted Jessica. I interrogated her shortly after that day with Julie actually. She denied everything. Weeks of arguments, excuses and lies followed. Eventually, she found out that I had slept with Julie. It devastated her just as Julie predicted. She cheated on me first and for far longer than just the one day like me and her sister so it somewhat surprised me how hard she took it. That was the final straw. She had previously refused for two weeks, but after finding out I slept with Julie, she finally agreed to a divorce. Then even more problems arose because she refused to admit she had cheated on me. I had video evidence of it and she still insisted it wasn’t her, it was Julie. That was obviously not true. I could tell the difference between their bodies, no way was that Julie.

After a month of no sex and constant fighting I started sneaking out to hookup with Julie. I just needed the release. As time went by our house became so toxic I finally moved out and moved in with Julie. This upset Jessica even more, the sting of her sister’s betrayal now constantly on her mind. She thought my stay at Julie’s would be temporary but I told her I wouldn’t come back until those divorce papers were signed. She refused to sign the papers and admit to what she did.

A month went by where I never went home, as Jessica never signed the papers or came clean. Me living with Julie started to seem more permanent. Jessica sat alone in our house just thinking about what she had done. At first I thought maybe letting a cheating wife have a house to herself would be a bad idea but gradually her thoughts ate away at her. She caved one day and called saying she’d sign the papers. I couldn’t have been happier.

My legs failed to carry me as fast as I wanted them to. I dashed to the front of the house to witness Jessica pulling into the driveway. I watched her through the window. It looked like she was attempting the classic break up tactic women like to use where they get all dolled up and dress as sexy as possible to try and make the guy see what he’s gonna be missing out on. I had to laugh. Her tight red dress did look great but those divorce papers in her hands looked even better. The sound of high heels clacking echoed inside the house as Jessica approached Julie’s front door. Still peering through the window, I smiled as Jessica pressed on the doorbell. She crossed her arms in a huff and waited.

It was Julie’s house so we thought it would be best for her to answer the door. I stood close behind her. Jessica was furious and ready to let us have it as soon as Julie opened the door. Jessica, her face twisted with red hot anger, immediately opened her mouth to yell at us… but no sound came out. Instead her mouth just stayed there, wide open. Jessica’s face turned from seething red to a sickly pale. Her eyes fell to avoid eye contact with me or Julie. They seemed to only be focused on Julie’s swollen pregnant belly. After all it was hard not to look at it with Julie a tiny bit more than halfway through her pregnancy it was hard to miss. The way Julie dressed made it even more distracting, an old white tshirt, some stretchy grey sweatpants and nothing else. Her shirt was so old, the design printed on the front was almost completely faded. It didn’t even fit her. The shirt was from way before Julie was pregnant and anyone could tell by the way it was stretched tight around her growing tits and failed to reach more than an inch or two past them. This left Julie’s rounded pregnant tummy on full display.

I stood to Julie’s left and placed my hand behind her back and on her right side like a close couple. Putting my hand on her exposed silky smooth skin only drew more attention to Julie’s belly. Jessica was speechless. She appeared to be lost in a trance, staring at Julie’s innie belly button which was starting to become an outie. I could tell she was doing the math in her head: the time since I first hooked up with Julie, the time since she last saw Julie. No words were spoken but her face said it all, there was defeat, anger, sadness, and even some jealousy as we had planned to have kids someday. Jessica’s hands shook. The papers within them now appeared far less white than her face. There was nothing on social media, no talk in town, no calls from family or friends, nothing to prepare poor Jessica for this moment. She glanced at our faces then looked back to Julie’s plump, barely contained tits. Julie and I grinned devilishly as Jessica awkwardly struggled for words. Jessica’s mouth moved but no sound came out. She stood on the front stoop, frozen, her eyes locked on Julie’s cream colored, bulging belly.

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My mother was more like an older s****r than a mother, perhaps her divorce from daddy had something to do with it, but I was just a teenager, and way too young to be hanging out with my mother, not that I thought she needed to as she was all woman and never without a man panting after her.

‘We need to talk sex’. My mother looked up from her coffee, ‘Why’, she asked, her eyes dropping to my stomach, looking for the answer.

I left it hanging there, just to hear her reaction, ‘Are you in trouble’, she finally asked? My younger b*****r was laughing, as the breakfast table came alive to the sounds of sex.

‘Not yet mother dear’, I replied sardonically, school project, ‘too many teens fucking, so we have to draw attention to the fact, at what makes babies’.

‘I am sure with the internet you k**s know as much as I do’, she replied, I was reaching into my bag and produced a paper, with questions.

Mum looked at it, shook her head in mock disbelief, ‘This is more fantasist than factual’, she said, ‘is your teacher a man by any chance’?

The fact that he was made me curious, ‘Why do you say that’, I asked her, the girls in our class called him ‘Creepy’.

‘The questions are all about you and your approach to sex, how you feel about it, and more importantly, are you sexually active’.

Mum’s eyes were lit up like twin beacons, ‘He’s looking for weaknesses to exploit, your teacher is a p**o, and he wants inside your panties’. She was always like that, her own life’s experiences had taught her that, and from those few statements it began to dawn on me she was right.

My b*****r who sat quietly alongside us, was too wrapped up in his music with his ear buds in to realise the air was blue with female sexual innuendo, ‘Perhaps if he had been listening he might have learned something’, I said to mum, as I looked at him, but Mum replied, ‘He will, in fact you both will’, and she put the paper down, reached across the table and pulled his ear buds out.

‘Right listen up, you two are going to learn about sex, and trust me, you wont forget about it’.

I looked across at my b*****r, his blank expression was met by my own equally and slightly shocked expression, as Mum went on to explain just how powerful sex is, how people use it to attain a hold over others, ‘The more you know about sex, your own bodies, and how to recognize when you are being targeted, you will be several steps up the rung and be able to know how to deal with it’.

‘Peter, stand in front of your s****r’. My b*****r looked at me, then mother, and back to me, ‘Why’, he asked, ‘Just do it’, was her firm reply.

My b*****r rose from his bursa eskort seat and came around the table and stood facing me, ‘Closer’, she said, and he shuffled up close until our noses almost touched.

‘Now kiss your s****r on her mouth’. I started to protest, and he hesitated, ‘Do it’, ordered mother, and our lips touched.

There was something chemical happening there, as our lips met and pressed against each other, but there was no passion or tingling, but there was something there in the background.

‘Feel anything’, mother asked us inquisitively, we both shook our heads to confirm that we both felt no response from kissing each other.

‘That’s perfectly normal’, she said, ‘You are siblings and have grown up with each other, so you should be comfortable with each other’.

I had a smile on my face, until mother told me to put my hand down my b*****rs pyjama’s bottoms, and touch his cock.

Peter had a look on his face that was priceless, and at the same time expectant. ‘I can’t’, I protested, ‘Just try it, you will be surprised’, she retorted.

My hand reached down and took hold of his pyjama cord and Peter pulled back as my cold fingers touched his bare skin. I pulled his cord out from his stomach and looked down, to see he was not wearing underpants, I felt weird and curious at the same time, looked at mum, who sat with a smile on her face, ‘Reach in and take hold of it’, she encouraged me, and I looked at Peter as my other hand descended down his hairless pubis and touched his hanging flaccid cock.

I could see his ‘Adam’s Apple’, bob in his throat, as he swallowed hard, and I wondered as I looked if I was the first girl to touch him, as my fingers encircled his fleshy protuberance, drawing heat from it, and marvelling in the tactile softness, a first for me, and for my b*****r, judging by the look on his face.

‘What do you think about your b*****r’s cock’?

I looked across at mum, she was relaxed, ‘Soft’, was the word that escaped my lips, not realizing my hand was subconsciously fondling it.

Mum could see his pants moving and knew what I was doing behind his cotton bottoms, ‘Feels nice’, she queried, I had to concede?

‘Why is he not getting hard’? I was feeling slightly miffed, whether I cared to admit it or not, as I assumed any man would get an erection, if he felt my hand holding him

‘For the same reason as previously Mariel, he is your sibling.

‘Can I let go now’, I asked in mock dissatisfaction, but deep down I liked holding him, and my long fingers were kneading his shaft as if I were practising on my recorder, to the tune of the ‘Grand old Duke of York’.

When mum said ‘No’, my escort bursa heart skipped a beat, in fact it was thumping hard inside my chest, and I think Mum knew that.

‘Undo your cord and let your pant fall down Peter’.

Peter did as mum suggested, and there was my hidden hand holding my b*****r, my gentle loving squeezes now exposed and in the open.

‘Massage his balls Mariel’.

I did not question our mothers reasoning, mostly because I had already been hankering to do it, ‘Given an inch and now I was wanting a mile’, my other hand slipped under my b*****rs scrotum and gently massaged it, feeling his balls slide back up into their little holes, ‘Where are they going’, I asked, but at the same time there was a tactile movement on my b*****rs part, I could sense his twitching in my other hand, and I squeezed him in acknowledgement, I don’r know if mother saw the reaction with both of us.

Mother ignored my inquisitive question, ‘You will learn that in Biology’, she retorted, ‘Peter, undo Mariel’s top and feel her breasts’.

We were now past the stage of denial, we were eagerly participating in our f****y bodies, and as Peter undid my top, my nipples came to life and swelled before my b*****rs eyes, at least my erectile tissue was responsive, but I feared my dirty mind was starting to race away with me.

‘Take it off Mariel, in fact just get naked’.

I could hear her, but was past being embarrassed, I just focussed on my b*****r as he grew in my hand. I t was hard to let him go, I wanted to hang on, but I had to get naked, so I hurriedly did what Mum asked and was back holding my bother, this time with more intent.

‘Sit on the wooden stool Mariel’.

Again I reluctantly let go of him, and we both walked completely nude to the high wooden stool. I sat down on it, with my heels on the spars, bending my knees open and pointing outwards, with Peter between them, and my hand holding him and the other cupping his balls, ‘Now kiss again’ said mother, and this time I could feel the sparks fly as be both kissed each other, and as I softly pulled on is hard cock, I was pulling him towards my vagina, while my b*****r dear, twisted and pulled on my sensitive nipples.

We were kissing without any intervention from our mother, who had fallen quiet as she watched her c***dren discover the excitement of their bodies on each other.

I could feel my b*****rs erection press into my pussy, I still held him way down his shaft, his cock’s head ploughing and raking my labia, my bottom rising instinctively as his swollen glans neared then touched my vaginal opening, I was wet, way too wet for my own comfort, the friction between our sex organs was low with my self lubricating, I could feel my strong desire to pull him into me, mother could see that also.

Mother watched us for a few more minutes, she sensed the blocking barrier to full penetration, so she rose from her seat and came round to stand with us, reaching down she told me to let go of Peter’s cock, and hold his hips.

I did as she requested, feeling hand between us as she took hold of Peter and resumed rubbing his cock’s head between my labia, only this time as he approached the silky sacred opening, she encouraged s to go all the way, I rose slightly as the circumference of my vaginal opening felt Peter dead centre, ‘Pull him in Mariel’, she said softly, and as I pulled on my b*****rs hips, I could feel that incredible feeling of opening up between my thighs, the gentle parting of my newly explored love tube, and as my b*****rs cock filled me up, my mothers finger pressed my clitoris, her other hand doing unspeakable things to Peters anus, within minutes we both exploded within each other.

‘He was not wearing a condom’, were my first words, as the passion subsided. ‘He is not producing sperm Mariel, so you are safe, besides, you were on your periods last week, so you are not ready yet’, she continued to explain.

‘What do you think about fucking now she asked us, and we both smiled and agreed it felt good, ‘and so it should’, she replied, ‘master it, enjoy it, be in control’, and we both listened quietly, our mother was the tops in our books, and that is why I am the way I am, unashamed and forthright with all things sexual, no taboos and no hangups.

‘Right Mariel, shall we answer some of these questions for your male teacher, I nodded in the affirmative and sat beside her as she started asking the question.

‘How often do you masturbate’? Mother looked at me and just said, ‘Put daily’, I smiled and did as she bade.

‘When you masturbate, what do you think about’? Mother scribbled on the paper ‘You’. I could see where this was going.

‘How often do you think about having sex during the day’? ‘All the time’.

‘Do you ever take your panties off before certain classes’? ‘Yes Sir, I have as you read my answer’.

When she finished the twenty questions she said, Hand this in as is, and he will ask you to wait back, and when he does, just tell him I filled it in, and if he wants to fuck you, tell him to phone me first’

But that is typically like me, teasing you guys for your response, and my mind is awash with filth as the teacher and mother discussed the availability of my pussy for him, to pleasure himself, but no point in writing if people read, have wank, then move on without commenting.

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This is a repost from another site that I’ve been writing on. This has been a choose your own adventure series, so where there is an a or b following the chapter number this are diverging story lines.

PLEASURE ISLAND: THE POOLSIDE ENCOUNTER

Chapter 2A Go Get A Drink With Wendy

You hand the box back to the bar tender and can’t help but notice how long his eyes linger on you. You blush and feel an erection start. Wait, that doesn’t happen anymore. “I suppose it’s just getting happy in the pants,” you say to yourself. You smile and step into the water to come up to the bar.

“Miss, I’ll hold onto your bag so that it doesn’t get wet.” the bar tender offers helpfully. Oh crap. The idea hadn’t even dawned on you.

“That would be amazing,” you say in your new purr of a voice. You shoot him a coy smile and bat your eyes a bit. Did you just flirt? No, guys don’t flirt. Must have just been the voice that you’re not used to. You hand over the bag and step deeper into the cool water. It slips over your ass and you can feel the amazing sensation as your body eats up the new feeling.

Waist deep in the water now you look around. Several eyes are on you. Lust is in almost all of them. The set of eyes that draw you in are the green set of a blonde already at the bar. Her black eye liner was really setting off those greens. And her black one piece suit was vacuum sealed to her amazing body showing off her nice C cups and wide hips. Her stomach wasn’t as tight as it used to be or even as tight as your new one, but damn she looks good.

You make your way over to Wendy deciding to play it cool. “Is this seat taken,” you ask her.

“No, by all means. I could use the company until my boyfriend arrives.” Her smile is huge, and you’re pretty sure that she’s using her sexy voice. You take your seat and decide that this could be fun.

“I’m Julia,” you say. Wow, that name came out of nowhere and was all too natural. A quick worry runs through you wondering what all else has changed with this new bursa eskort body.

“Wendy,” she replies holding out her hand. You take it in yours and kiss the knuckles. Her cheeks redden more than you’ve ever seen before.

“So she likes gallantry from men AND women,” you think to yourself. “You said your meeting your boyfriend?” you ask aloud now.

“Oh, um, yeah.” She is really flustered. “I’m sure that he’s looking around for some trunks to come in. He’s always strictly on time though, so it is a bit weird that he’s half an hour late.”

Half an hour, how long were you in that bathroom? “Let’s have a drink while we wait,” you offer. You gesture to the bar tender and he brings you both a huge margarita. Just the one though with two straws. You and Wendy look at each other and with a small shrug from each you both lean in wrapping lips around your straws. Your faces are less than an inch apart. Her light pink lipstick wrapped lips are sucking on her straw so close to your dark red lips sucking on yours.

There is some serious chemistry between you. She is looking directly into your eyes and neither of you are even remotely aware of the world around you anymore. “Wendy, he’s not coming,” you tell her in a low voice. It’s your best attempt at a seductive voice.

“I know but I’m glad that you loosened up enough to join me Julia,” she says with a little knowing voice. She leans in for a kiss. Your dumb founded, but as her tongue begins to explore your mouth, you open up and get into it. “Tom told me that he had to send you away with the “Lost and Found” box.” She actually did the air quotes. Wendy laughed at your bewildered expression. She leaned back in for another long drink. “The sooner we finish this the sooner we can go talk.”

Your lips are wrapped around that straw sucking harder and deeper than ever before. Within a few moments the margarita is gone and Wendy is leading you out of the pool. “So somethings don’t charge huh? Always in a rush to get me alone,” her smile is one of approval escort bursa and satisfaction. She stops near Tom for her purse and your bag which was provided with a wink. The two of you hurry back to your room even though it’s only 4PM. Your holding hands and constantly bumping butts due to hip swaying. The two of you have the attention of every man and most women that you pass.

She opens the door to your room and as soon as you’re inside she has you pressed up against the back side running her hands over all of your new curves. Her being at 5’3″ you still had to lean down slightly to maintain your kiss, but it was easier than your normal 6ft height. Your hands are on her ass, her left hand is on your ass, and her right hand is behind your neck pulling you in tight. Your breasts were smashed in together. The thin material did nothing to stop the feeling of your nipples rubbing each other.

Your almost a breathless as when your tits first grew cramped in the to tightly laced top. Then Wendy’s hand came from your ass to the laces holding your top together and quickly released the two halves. She never let got off your head at all, she is controlling the situation. She is never this controlling. Oh it’s so hot seeing her like this. Her fingers grasp your nipple and squeeze and begin to roll your nipple gently.

You finally have to break the kiss as a moan shutters throughout your entire body. A harder squeeze and the shutter takes on a life of its own. You feel your pussy grasp and squeeze of its own accord a flow of juice hit your bottoms again. Your head shoots toward the ceiling and fireworks erupt.

“Oh, that is hot!” Wendy whispers in your ear. “And that was only a small taste of what you’re in for now.”

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna fall,” you almost shout. Your legs are weak and buckling. Your pussy is now quivering and dripping wet. “I’ve never came that hard before.” Pant, pant. “Oh my God.” Your mind is now rolling. Wendy leads you over to the bed and lays you down pulling the top off of you. She leans over you and begins sucking your nipple. “I can’t go again yet,” you pant out. She is enjoying herself too much and doesn’t stop. Your head goes back to the pillow. You’re already building again. Being a woman is amazing! You’ve always wanted multiple orgasms back to back and good it’s good.

Her hand slides under your bikini bottoms and slides to your opening. Your already so wet that there is no need to get you ready. Instead she slides a finger right in. “Oh my God.” Her mouth is still latched onto your nipple. She sucks, licks, and alternates with gentle bites. Her finger is probing deeper and deeper. She is curling it slightly finding that magical spot inside you that took you so long to perfect your technique in her pussy. The palm of her hand was pushing on your clit each time that she thrust her finger. Another finger is pushed in. “Oh fuck!”

You can’t think, you can’t imagine feeling anymore than what she’s already providing without exploding. She adds a third finger and it happens, you die. Oh, what a glorious death. Your knees fly together, your pussy contracts so hard that she can’t even move her fingers anymore, you feel every bit of liquid that you’ve ever had in your body gush out of your pussy all at once, and you hear a distant voice screaming. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus, that’s you screaming.

“Oh baby, I thought you were going to break my hand.” Wendy sounded out of breathe. You finally open your eyes far enough to see her face. Her smile is pulled so very tightly. She looks like she’s just shared a secret. Well, maybe she has.

“I had no idea. Holy crap. I just died. Does that always happen? How can you do that multiple times a night? Will I ever be alright?” you sound like a blundering idiot, but can’t stop the rush of questions. You still don’t have your wits as you come down from your orgasm.

“Oh honey, just enjoy it for right now. We can discuss later.” With that you realize that your orgasm hasn’t even finished yet. As it does your eyes are getting even heavier and you can’t keep them open anymore.

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