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The Soldiers Sister Consummated

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The Soldier’s Sister: Consummation

When I woke up, my first thoughts were of Jen, she quite simply filled my mind. I loved her so much that everything and everybody else faded into insignificance. It didn’t matter that we had been born brother and sister, there was so much love between us, we had always been close and affectionate, loving each other. Closer than most siblings, but it was now two days since our love had flared up, some would say out of control, and we had gone from loving each other to being lovers.

It started when Jen was teasing me as she dressed my wound on my return from Afghanistan. She’s a charge nurse at the local hospital, and had volunteered to see me on a daily basis to change dressings and check for infection, otherwise I’d probably still be stuck in a military hospital somewhere.

On the very first day, she had accidentally pulled down my boxer shorts as well as my pyjama bottoms while preparing to attend to my injury, and had laughingly made fun of my ‘tiny,’ cock. Some ribald banter had followed during which I said she probably had a pussy as big as an elephant. Things went down-hill from there, in the most tempting and tempestuous way, and despite her being my sister, I hadn’t been able to get her touch out of my mind. Her touch? Oh yes, how could I forget that she had touched my cock while making fun of me during the brother, sister banter that flowed so easily between us.

The touch of her hand was what I couldn’t get out of my mind, but the next day, (fuck could it be only yesterday?) she had done it again and confessed that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking of me the previous night either. We had kissed hungrily and passionately in a way brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do, and she had touched me again, very gently and lovingly, making me so hard I almost orgasmed. She had gone down on me then, and sucked and rubbed me to the best and most wonderful orgasm of my life.

Now, I really couldn’t get her out of my head, and I couldn’t wait to see her later today. I knew she wouldn’t be with me until the evening. She was on a shift at the local hospital until 7pm, so I’d see her after that.

Time crawled past, the day was tedious and seemed to be interminable. I managed to sleep for a little while after lunch time, but awoke to thoughts of Jen once again. Was it going to be like this for the rest of my life I wondered? Feeling as if part of me was missing every time she wasn’t with me, longing to see her face, hear her voice, just being with her.

No matter how slow time seemed to flow for me that day, Jen’s arrival finally drew closer, and I was rewarded by the sound of her voice as the front door opened and she called out to mum, that she was here. My heart started to race at the prospect of seeing her again, and I heard her virtually running upstairs, the door opened slowly, and her beautiful face peered round the edge.

‘Good, you’re not sleeping,’ she smiled at me, coming in and closing the door behind her. She came to me then and held me so tight, then kissed me. ‘I’ve missed you so much, can you believe it, really, it’s crazy?’ she said quietly in case mum overheard her. I just looked at her.

‘Jen, I’ve missed you too. It’s seemed to me that time has crawled, even gone into reverse today. I’ve longed to see your beautiful face. Thank god you’re here at last, kiss me again,’ and she did. By the time we broke that kiss we were both breathless and aroused. ‘My darling Jen, I want you so much,’ I whispered looking into her eyes. She gave me the most wonderful, open smile and nodded her head enthusiastically, and I knew she felt the same way.

‘Well,’ she said, ‘let me check your leg first and see how things are going with you there, and then if I think it’s alright, I may agree to do what you suggested last night. If you still want to, and haven’t changed your mind of course?’

‘Change my mind, are you daft? Of course I haven’t changed my mind.’ I confirmed. ‘I really want to do this for you, and for me too. So far, because of this damned injury, it’s all been about you making me feel wonderful, and it seems to me this is the only way I can return the love you’ve shown me until I’m fit to do more. I want this more than you can ever imagine.. She hugged me, and kissed my face affectionately, eyes, nose, and mouth.

‘I had a shower at the hospital before I left,’ she said, ‘so I should smell nice for you, and I have a little surprise I prepared for you when I went home last night.’ Seeing the quizzical look on my face she laughed. ‘No! I’m not saying, but you’ll find out soon enough,’ and she laughed again when I tried to persuade her to tell me. ‘Patience my little soldier,’ she said, kissing me again. ‘Right, let’s check your leg, and see how things are progressing there,’ and she set about changing the dressing on my wound. She pronounced herself happy with how it was, ‘healing nicely,’ and replaced the old dressing with a new one.

Once finished, she turned to me, and without talas escort any warning slipped her hand inside the leg of my boxer shorts and felt my cock, stroking me gently. I of course had been as stiff as a board from the moment I heard her come up the stairs half an hour before.

‘How are we going to manage to do this with mum downstairs?’ I asked her, as she continued to hold my hard cock in her hand. I was desperate to find some solution for our predicament. She looked at me with a really amused expression on her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

‘Aha, leave it to me, big sister knows best,’ and I believed her of course; at that moment I so wanted to believe she was a miracle worker. She kissed me and told me she’d be back in a moment and went down stairs with the old dressing, and the packaging she’s removed from the new one.

‘Well?’ I said when she came back again. I’d heard her talking to mum, and had heard dad’s voice too, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I was desperate to know what was going on.

‘Didn’t I tell you that your big sister knows best?’ she said. ‘Well, what I know, and you don’t, because you haven’t been here for a few years, what with university and the army, is that mum and dad go to a “bridge” club every Wednesday night to play cards. She wasn’t planning on going tonight because she didn’t want to leave you here on your own, but I’ve just persuaded her to go, and volunteered to look after you for the evening.’ I sat up on the edge of the bed and took her in my arms. She was smiling at me again, and for my part I knew I was grinning like an idiot.

‘That means we’ll have at least two hours,’ she confirmed, ‘and probably more to have some fun. Is that okay with you?’

‘Oh Jen,’ I said, ‘Not are you stunningly beautiful, you’re a fucking genius too. It’s no wonder I love you so much,’ and I kissed her and hugged her. Now it was just a case of waiting for mum and dad to go, so we sat and chatted until we heard mum calling up the stairs that they were going. Jen ran down stairs to say goodbye to them, and see them off, and then locked the door in case we had any unexpected visitors, like our younger sister for instance.

She was quite breathless when she came back into my room, and I knew it wasn’t from running down the stairs and back up again. Remember what I said, she was physically very fit from going to the gym and playing tennis, etc. No, like me she was simply aroused at the prospect of us being together, she was horny.

She pulled her T-shirt over her head as she walked towards the bed, wasting no time, and I saw her glorious tits for the first time. They were so perfect and so beautiful I was virtually speechless, an ‘Oh Jen,’ was all I managed to croak out from a mouth and throat suddenly dry with excitement. She looked at me grinning wickedly again and cupped them in her hands, squeezing her own nipples. Her eyes closed for milliseconds as she enjoyed her own touch, then looked at me again.

‘You promised,’ she said huskily reminding me, as if I needed reminding, ‘you promised, and now I’m collecting! Just close your eyes and don’t open them until I say you can.’ Big sister knows best I thought with some amusement, and closed my eyes. There was a slight wait as she removed what was left of her clothes and shoes, and then I felt her climb on the bed, high up straddling my chest. I could smell her sweet perfume, and then just under that a more primitive and sexual aroma. It was her sex I could smell, a damp, musky and altogether more subtle aroma, her essence. As she shuffled higher up the bed still, I grew ever more excited until at last I could feel the delicate, soft skin of her inner thighs brush my cheeks. She lifted my chin with her hand forcing my head back just a little.

‘Look up at my face,’ she said, and I opened my eyes to see her looming above me. Her lovely face seemed high above me, smiling for me. She was shaking with excitement, and I was pretty damned shaky myself. ‘Now look at my tits,’ she virtually whispered, ‘they’re aching for your touch.’ I reached up and cupped them, feeling the softness of her skin in contrast with the hardness of her nipples, and as I squeezed then gently she moaned with pleasure and excitement.

She let go of my chin then and said, ‘okay, you can look now, and so, I finally looked between her slim thighs and saw the most delightful example of a pussy that I could ever have hoped to see. She really was absolutely perfect in every way. She opened her legs a little more as I looked, shamelessly displaying herself for me. Her pussy lips opened a little with the movement and dispensed more of her fragrant essence. She was very, very wet, her lubricating fluids had already escaped the confines of her inner vagina, and the area all around her labia was shiny and glittering with her wetness. I loved it, I loved her, and I finally managed to say.

‘Oh Jen, you’re… it’s… you’re beautiful, and you’ve shaved.’ I looked tarsus escort back up at her face. She was looking down at me lovingly.

‘That’s your surprise,’ she said laughing again. ‘I did it last night, especially for you, your gift,’ and as she said it she lowered herself down closer to my mouth, and I cupped her bottom cheeks in my hand and pulled her into my mouth. She shuddered and then moaned loudly. No need to be quiet, we were quite alone, and she began to move, rubbing herself against my mouth. For my part I was licking and sucking her labia and prominent clitoris. Not too hard, just stimulating her, knowing she was in charge now, and could vary the pressure on her pussy as she desired. This was all about her, my darling Jen, and I just wanted her to have an unforgettable experience. My pleasure was kissing, sucking, touching her and bringing her the utmost pleasure I could. Nothing else mattered to me right then. With her silky thighs on either side of my head, I only just heard her muffled voice call out as if from a distance.

‘Oh fuck, I’m coming already… so fast,’ and then she rubbed herself even more frantically against my face, and bore down on me. Rubbing her wetness into my face and mouth. A couple of times it was hard to breathe as she sat more on my mouth and nose, but I thought if I was going to drown, what better way than to do it than under Jen’s wet pussy. Just crazy thoughts. She wanted to ‘dismount,’ after she came, but I held her there, wouldn’t let her, and continued to love and stimulate her pussy with my mouth until she gave up that idea, as fresh powerful sensations of pleasure re-started and wracked her body with orgasms.

Finally, she slumped down over me, and reversed herself off my face, swinging her right leg over and off, onto the side of the bed. She came into my arms, shivering as if she was cold, but she wasn’t cold, perhaps just overcome with the pleasures she’d ‘endured.’ We kissed and kissed, delighting in being together. She told me she loved me, and I told her I loved her too. I reached down and stroked her pussy with my fingers, she was incredibly wet, not only with my saliva, but her own natural juices too.

My fingers slipped between the wonderful pouting labia, and I searched for and found her g-spot, and as I manipulated it gently, she whispered that she was coming again, her hips slid back and forth, and she forced herself hard against my hand. Covering my hand with hers as if to make it a prisoner, Jen thrust her hips back and forward until she came loudly for me again. My dear beautiful sister was a wonderful, responsive lover, and everything she did amazed me. I knew I didn’t just love her anymore, I was ‘in love’ with her. She was my everything.

Before mum and dad came home, she slid down the bed again, and had taken me in her mouth once more, but there was no rush this time. It was a longer, delayed, more loving touching and sucking, but when I came it was just as amazing, even more so than the previous two times.

‘Come on,’ she eventually said, ‘Let’s get you up and out of this bed for a little while, so when mum and dad get home we’re down stairs to welcome them home. You’re healing just fine, and I think it’s time we got you up and about a bit more, to rebuild the strength in your legs again.’ So, we went down stairs where she made me a cup of tea, and after searching through the cupboards and fridge presented me with a slice of toast and jam. ‘A late night snack,’ she said, although it wasn’t even 9pm yet, adding with a grin, ‘we have to replace all those lost fluids, otherwise we’ll get dehydrated.’

Jen stayed a little while after they came home, and it was nice to have a little family get together, but eventually she had to leave explaining she was on early next morning. I told her there was no need to help me upstairs. However, she insisted, but it was only so we could have a final loving kiss before she went home.

Jen had given me the all-clear to be a bit more active since my injury was well on the way to healing. I still had to be careful not to overdo it, but I could be out of bed most of the day now unless I felt tired of course, in which there was no problem with me having a lie down for a nap. She still came in every day to check on me, and she still managed to play with my cock, and I managed to caress her pussy until she came, both of us fully dressed, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances.

One day about a week later, she came in asked how I was, looked at the wound, and said it was looking good.

‘Get dressed, I’m taking you out for a run in the car. You must be going crazy cooped up in here.’ I need no further encouragement, and got my jacket. ‘Where do you want to go?’ she asked me, and when I said, maybe to the beach front, we could have a coffee, and maybe one of those special ice-cream cones afterwards I suggested.

I have a better idea,’ she said, smiling again. ‘Let’s go to my place and you can fuck my brains taşköprü escort out,’ then she laughed, taking a quick look at me as she drove.

‘Oh yes Jen, fuck the ice cream,’ and I laughed too, ‘it’s your cream I want to taste more than anything else in this whole world,’ and so within a few minutes we pulled up outside Jen’s house, and went inside. She wasted no time at all, leading me up the stairs to her bedroom. It was warm and cosy, very feminine, but a beautiful room all the same. She came into my arms, and we kissed deeply, stroking and touching each other. I kissed her neck just where the neck meets the shoulder and she shivered.

‘That nice,’ she whispered. ‘make love to me, make me come again and again, just for you. We’ve waited so long for this, and this is special, our first time. I want it to be something neither of us will ever forget,’ and then she kissed me again, and words seemed superfluous. As we kissed I ran my hands up under her top at the back, feeling the wonders of her soft skin. I unhooked the bra, and continued to stroke her, with my right hand slipping round to her left breast. Again the softness of her skin took my breath away, and as I gently played with her nipple she moaned somewhere deep in her throat.

She took a half step back, reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, just as eager to be undressed as I was to undress her. When the last button was undone, she slipped it off her shoulders, let it fall to the floor, and leaned forward a little letting gravity slip the bra straps off her shoulders. The bra joined the silk blouse on the floor, and my darling was naked from the waist up. I looked at her for a moment, and she stood there displaying herself for me, knowing how much I loved her and how much I adored her breasts. They were sublimely beautiful, a lovely shape. The areolae were small and dark, with her delightful pinkish brown nipples standing proud.

‘Jen, you’re so beautiful, everything about you either leaves me astounded that I could be so lucky to see this for myself, or breathless with excitement. My heart is racing, all I can say, and it seems so inadequate is that I love you, I just love you so much.’ She reached up for me, smiling, and pulled my head down and cradled it in her arms, letting me suckle at her breasts. I loved it, and the moans of delight from Jen told me she was loving it too. As I sucked and licked, pinched and squeezed. Jen left me to suck and play with her breasts and nipples. Now her hands were busy too, and had unbuckled my belt, and taking care not to do anything that would aggravate my injury, carefully slid my trousers down and then equally carefully my boxer shorts headed south too.

She reached for me then and cupped my balls in her left hand while she stroked my stiff length with her right. It all felt so good, and I began to pull on her skirt, eager to get her naked too, lifting the skirt higher, touching her thighs, cupping her bottom, massaging her arse cheeks. My right hands slipped down, touching her through her panties, and she opened her legs letting my hand get right down between. The gusset of the panties was wet, she was so turned on and leaking so much, she was seeping through the fabric, and so I tried to push them down. She let go of me then and slipped her panties down herself. The skirt followed and suddenly we were both naked. She kissed me again, and for the first time we felt all our naked skin touch, body to body.

We stood there, just embracing luxuriating in the sensation of all that naked skin, and then she took my hand and led me to the bed.

‘Normally, this would be so spontaneous,’ she said quietly, looking intently into my eyes, a faint smile on her face, ‘and we’d just do whatever we wanted to do, but I’ve thought about this and to minimise the chance of hurting you and setting your injury back, I think we should do it doggy style. Are you happy with that? I know that I’m happy with anything you want. I just want you to make love to me, finally make me yours.’ I agreed of course, ‘doggy’ is a great position at any time, and I was just so desperate to be in her at last. I kissed her and as I caressed her body I turned her around, so I was standing behind her.

I kissed her neck and her shoulders, my hands round her waist pulling her close to me, so my cock was nestled between her arse cheeks. She pushed back and rubbed herself against me, and meanwhile my hands were playing with her tits and then I slid one hand down over her flat stomach and delved between her parted thighs, and rubbed her clitoris. We were standing close to the edge of the bed, and it was Jen who took it to the next level. All she did was put one knee on the edge of the bed, and then the other, and now with that one move, she was in position and ready to receive me.

She leaned forward next, going all the way down until her face was touching the bedcovers. Now her wonderful bottom and pussy was ‘presented’ to me, her legs apart, and I had the most amazing view of her pussy, leaking and dribbling her juices. I move forward, closer to my darling Jen and rubbed my stiffness up and down between her pussy lips, coating my knob and shaft with her juices, ensuring that I would slip into her pussy-hole easily. She was moaning loudly, and repeating the same words over and over.

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The Breeder Ch. 02

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Beautiful Eyes

Grace walked into the NBO building for the second time, it had been two years since she gave up her baby boy to become a breeder. Today she was probably even more nervous than she was that first day. Teddy…Theo was off rotation and could finally have visitors. He wouldn’t breed again for another few months, if Grace wanted to she could visit him every week, maybe every day.

Today she strutted through the lobby with a confidence she was sorely missing last time. She had a little work done, well…more then a little, her tits were bigger and rode higher on her chest, she didn’t even need a bra anymore they were so full and firm, her waist was more narrow, and her once fat round rump was now a pair of perfectly spherical firm cheeks making for a truly fuckable ass.

She wore a red dress that hugged her new body, the slip came up to her waist on both sides showing a scandalous amount of leg while her hips swayed as she walked. Her neckline stretched down to just below her navel, showing an amount of cleavage she’d once thought completely obscene. Grace felt good.

She checked in at the front desk and was immediately admitted through the same white tinted glass doors from before. A secretary walked her through the same long plain hallway and pressed the wall to open the side door to the directors office. The huge room welcomed her with its familiar dark wood colors and pictures of the director with various people. “Grace! I’m so happy you’re here!”

Director Gonzalez’s voice echoed across the room, the woman sat behind her huge desk in her high backed chair. Grace started to say hello to Maria but stopped when she noticed what was different about the woman. The super voluptuous bombshell was pregnant, very pregnant.

Her form was stuffed in an solid green dress that barely covered to the top of her mountainous tits. It seemed to stretch to its limits around her very large round belly, and widened at her hips falling to the floor, Grace thought the full length dress looked out of place on the woman.

“Maria…holy shit!” Grace smiled and Maria couldn’t help but laugh as she closed the distance between them.

“I told you I had a surprise for you.” She laughed and the two embraced, their huge tits pressing together and starting to flatten against each other. “God I love what you’ve done with yourself. New tits?” She asked.

“Yep, had some work done on my waist and ass also.” She answered with a smile. Maria stepped back to admire Grace’s body while the woman spun for her to give her a full view.

“I’m glad you took advantage of the enhancement program. I bet your husband is loving your body.” Maria said as they walked back to her desk.

“Ex husband.” Grace corrected her. “We divorced six months after I brought Theodore here.” Grace helped Maria to her chair, the woman loking alightly winded from the exertion of crossing the room a moment ago, then sat down herself and told the director the whole story about how her ex husband was bragging to everyone that he created a breeder. Grace was fed up with his bragging and she finally told him Theo’s father was someone else, publicly.

Their marriage fell apart very quickly after that. Since then Grace had been living like she was twenty again, took some enhancement drugs to tighten her body up, slept around, sold her old house her husband bought when they married, the court awarded her the property, and was living of the money. She needed a change and decided to indulge.

“Wow, two years ago you were shocked by everything you saw and heard here, now it’s my turn.” Maria laughed after listening to the whole tale. “Just running around fucking every guy in sight.”

“Not just guys.” Grace said slightly grinning. Maria raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Now that’s something, good for you honey.” The NBO director was genuinely happy, most mothers go back to their lives after leaving children with the NBO and try to resume as best they can. Here was one who had turned the boring, yet physically gorgeous, housewife she was upside down and was living her best life now. In two years she had gone from prude to perverse.

With a grin Maria leaned forward slightly. “I’m sure those collage age ‘kids’ and young hotties do a fine job but after I give birth if you ever want a real woman between your legs, give me a call.” She added with a grin.

It was Grace’s turn to raise an eyebrow, interested in the offer at least. “Speaking of kids…” she gestured to Maria’s distended stomach.

“Right yes…” Maria leaned back in her chair and sighed. She brought a hand up to caress her swollen tummy. “Theo’s work, quintuplets.” After a pause to let Grace process the news she continued. “Most I’ve had from a breeder was twins after a few hours of fucking, your son worked my over for six hours and gave me five.” She patted her belly. “Honestly it was the best and most intense sex I’ve ever had. I didn’t want the stud to stop. I mean holy shit honey, your boy can Fuck!” She said laughing.

Before Grace would be disgusted hearing about how her son had sürmene escort sex with this woman, now she almost felt pride, that was her little boy, her breeder son filling this stunning, curvaceous, incredibly sexual, and experienced woman with children. She laughed along with Maria. She was pleased with the news and even more eager to see her son. “I hope my coming early isn’t an issue. I was just eager to see Theo.” Maria laughed at that.

“I remember when my Adrian was allowed his first visitors, I did the same thing.” She explained. “But they’re very strict about the visitation time slots. You’re his only visitor today so you can spend as long as he’ll give you but you can’t start early.” Grace was saddened to hear that but understood. “I hope you remember I keep a selection of light and skimpier clothing around since it is hot on the main floor.” Maria offered.

“I actually did remember the heat.” She said and went on to explain how after her divorce Grace threw everything in her wardrobe away and now only owned clothing that allowed her to show off her body, all her old fully covering underwear was now skimpy lingerie and the smallest bikinis she could find. She was proud of what she’d collected so far. “I wanted to wear a sexy little set to show off my hot milf body but I can’t wear a bra with this dress.” She chuckled. “Maybe you have something in my size? Or I’ll take smaller.” She said with a naughty grin.

“Or you could just go topless, you may like how it feels around him…oh, that reminds me…” the Director moved some papers and revealed a small plate with a red pill on it. “I wanted to offer you the full experience when you see Theo today. This pill will make your body react to him like ours do, every sensation and emotion you get from being near him will be like what we deal with. Joy, nerves, arousal, the full range.” She said sliding the plate over to the visiting mother.

Grace stared at the plate, then at Maria, then rotated her gaze several times before hesitantly picking the pill up. “This is what you feel around my son?” She asked.

“It will be, but be warned, it can be intense.”

‘I want to see what my son’s become, what he’s like now’ she thought to herself before reaching for and swallowing the pill. Maria smiled across the desk. The two women chatted the time away, Maria explained what it was like for her to see her breeder son the first time, then what it was like to be bred by him. Grace would’ve been disgusted by the idea of it before, now she was curious and engaged, asking how it felt and how did he compare to her other lovers.

As they spoke Grace removed her dress, she almost slithered out of it, putting on a little strip performance for Maria without even thinking, and sat in only her lace thong. The straps just were wide enough to show the lace and the piece rode so high on her hips it was practically to her ribs, it was chosen because it wouldn’t show in her dress. The straps curved around her globe ass cheeks and disappeared in the crack of her huge firm fuckable ass. Her pussy was barely enclosed in the front by the thin black cloth, every fold of her lower lips on display beneath the fabric.

“Fuck, you look so hot.” Maria said. “The things I’d do to that body…” Grace chuckled.

“I may let you.” She responded with a grin.

“How big are those things?.” Maria asked gesturing to Grace’s chest.

“These things?” She asked, grabbing and squeezing the bottoms of her hefty tits in her hands, they were far to big for just one hand. “These massive, full, firm, monster cock loving, hard fucking, size queen milf tits?” She asked pinching her nipples between her fingers and moaning as she spoke. The old Grace would be appalled at how she was acting but to the new Grace, this was just another day living the life of a shameless mid-life slut and sexually free woman. “I’m a 42 FF now and loving it.”

“I bet your ex is pissed he can’t have those.” Maria said laughing. “Did you at least enjoy his bigger cock and hotter body?” She asked. Grace suddenly remembered the pair coupon from two years ago, meant to be used on enhancements for both her and her now ex husband. She’d never used it, she never even told her him about it. When she confessed as much the pair laughed.

“I’d love to see that body in action.” Maria commented licking her lips. “I could hook you up with a couple well hung guys here, or a few studs I keep on speed dial, or a breeder…maybe even your son?” She suggested. Grace had forgotten the NBO had men working there, she’d only saw women last time, however if they had access to the same medical and body modification plan, they’d be real specimens.

Maria went on to describe in explicit detail that she recorded every fuck with the normal but still sexually enhanced studs, and every “session” with her and the breeders here. She liked to watch them back, taking pleasure from her little collection of amateur porn she made. “I can make copies the recordings for you if you want, give you something to enjoy suşehri escort when you’re not getting fucked silly.” She offered giving Grace a naughty grin. “Maybe you’ll want to try it yourself?”

Grace still had enough of her old self left to pause at that idea. The other studs sure, she would absolutely fuck them in a heartbeat and would even do it on camera, but she’d be seeing her son naked after all of his changes, there was even a possibility of him fucking in front of her, those were things she had learned about and had prepared herself for, but being bred by her son was something completely different.

“Give it some thought, the offer will stay open. If you decide to try it I can move you to the front of the line.” With that a chime sounded in the background. “Ah, time for your visit. I’ll have you escorted back.” Pressing a button on her call box Maria summoned a guard. Grace got to her feet and helped Maria stand. A moment later a muscular woman who looked more like a bodybuilder than a security guard walked in, her dark hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore the smallest bikini top Grace had ever seen and black hot pants that looked painted on her hard body.

Grace kissed Maria goodbye for now, a kiss longer and more intense than either originally intended but thoroughly enjoyed. She followed her escort out, wiggling her ass for Maria to enjoy. They walked along a hallway with all windows on one side, looking down at the “showroom” she’d seen before from ground level. Grace could definitely feel the heat like before though now instead of a dress she was just wearing her thong, the heat didn’t seem so bad. The guard said nothing as they walked.

Grace felt strange walking around the place in only her tiny thong but she felt sexier for doing it, she loved her body and now took every chance to show it off. It was a drastic change from what she used to be like, only showing herself off at parties or special events, when her now ex husband asked her to, now she did it all the time. She wondered if Theo felt this kind of naughty enjoyment walking around the building naked all the time, maybe he was just used to it by now, it had been two years after all.

They passed long hallway after long hallway. Grace was lead up one floor to repeat the process and up again. Each hall had a half dozen rooms, these were the “suites”. Each a private apartment for a breeder and his girlfriends. The next elevator was massive almost eight feet tall and at least that wide.

The doors were carved with highly detailed figures, split down the middle was a man, clearly a breeder by how muscular he was, his genitals were another clear give away, his thick limp cock looked to be two feet long and his balls had to be the size of pineapples, on either side of him stood a cartoonishly curvy bimbo, both looking at their stud while his eyes stared forward.

The music for the other elevators in the building was your standard fare, a light instrumental tune, this elevator played the sounds of vigorous fucking. Grace knew the sounds immediately. She could picture the scene in her mind, a massive stud slamming his baseball bat length cock into a super curvy bimbo as she begged for more. His hand maybe around her throat, or pulling her hair as she bends over a table or bed, her huge tits pancaking against the surface.

The occasional breathy “oh fuck” and “oh god” playing through the speakers. Grace had the thought that this may not be a recording and was being pumped into this elevator live from somewhere in the building. Was it Theo and one of his sluts?

The elevator stopped and she had to leave the amorous sound track behind. As the doors opened Grace saw a desk sitting in front of a huge hallway. Behind the desk sat a blond bimbo, completely naked, with tits twice the size of her head, as Grace walked closer she saw the sluts ass matched her top.

This had to be it, the top level was reserved for the highest ranked breeders, those precious few that had ten or more genetic markers, her Theo had all thirteen. Four rooms sat in this hall, two per side, Grace could imagine just how big the suites were, each easily triple the size of the others.

“Welcome to the top suites.” The blonde said addressing Grace. “Are you here to visit a stud?”

“Yes I am, I’m…” she didn’t get a chance to introduce herself as the blonde spoke up.

“Slut or Sow?” She asked, the blondes eyes staring into Graces, from her chat with Maria earlier she knew this would happen. Every woman has to identify if she was a slut here to fuck a stud or a sow to be bred by one. Grace wasn’t ever going to deny she was a slut, not the new her, but she certainly wasn’t here to fuck her breeder son, the secretary here didn’t need to know that.

The bimbo bodied mother strutted up to the desk, grabbed the blonde by the hair and pulled her upwards into a passionate kiss. Their balloon tits pressing together on the upper section of the desk while their tongues wrestled as both women moaned into the kiss. Behind Grace taksim escort the muscular guard watched on licking her lips as she examined Grace’s perfectly shaped ass.

“What do you think?” Grace said when their lips finally parted, a sly smile forming on her wetted cock suckers.

“You’re a slut.” The bimbo grinned and stated matter of factly. Grace woulnd’t and couldn’t deny it. She may not be here to fuck her son but eyed this one up, she’d be fun, probably wouldn’t take much effort either.

“Got a boyfriend or girlfriend.” She asked as the blonde sat back down.

“I’m married.”

“Husband or wife.”

“Husband.”

“He’s got a big cock probably.” Grace said and the blonde grinned.

“What makes you say that slut?”

“Because that body was made to attract top studs with huge fucking cocks.” Grace knew all about that with the changes she’d made to her own milf body. She spent her nights, and plenty of days, having the hottest partners naked, sweating, and cumming all over her. The blonde stood and leaned over her desk.

“He’s fucking huge. Works downstairs, I usually find him balls deep in the ass of one of the nurses, different one every time.” She said with a naughty grin, she was bragging about her stud, talking her man up. This slut obviously had no problem with her man laying pipe in other women. Grace loved it when couples fucked openly like that, many women she met since her recent ‘sexual awakening’ had issues sharing good dick, others were all about it.

Grace openly admitted, and somewhat enjoyed the fact that, she almost wrecked a few marriages fucking husbands and a couple wives. The couple that fucks together stays together or something like that.

“I’d love it if you caught him balls deep in mine.” She said winking.

“So would I.” She replied turning her head slightly to get a better view of Grace’s ass. The bimbo bodied mother happily turned to give her admirer a full view, making sure to lay a manicured hand on one plump cheek and giving it a loud slap.

Grace could hear the blonde chuckle and begin typing on a keyboard just out of sight. Grace turned back to the desk just as the blondes eyes got wide, guessing she saw something appear on screen. “Oh…” Grace had to guess the woman just saw who it was she was here to meet. ” Your stud is in room one.” She said smiling. Grace snagged a piece of paper and a pen from the desk, wrote her number down, she disnt have a way to getbthe blondes information bit havinf jotted hers down ahe handed it to the blonde. Expecting to get a call from her later.

The muscular Amazonian guard stepped quickly and brought Grace to a pair of large plain double doors at the end of the sterile white hallway, no ornamentation on these. The guard pressed a call button on a nearby control console, a female voice answered. “Theo has a visitor.” She said simply then turned to Grace. “Wait here.” She instructed sternly and slowly walked off, not hiding the fact that she was checking out Grace’s body as she strode away.

Knowing she was being eyed by the guard made Grace feel even sexier, she had assumed the guard wasn’t into women when she didn’t react to her flirting with the bimbo secretary a few minutes ago, maybe it was just all the exposure to sex here, she was desensitized to it.

With a swoosh the doors slid open, as soon as they did Grace was greeted by the overwhelming smell of sex and something else that made her lightheaded. The scent was intoxicating, she knew the smell of course but this time it turned her on to the point where she was instantly wet. Grace assumed this was the pill from earlier doing its job. ‘So they’re always horny’ she thought as she took in the woman who opened the door.

The bimbo that opened the door she remembered. “Adriana wasn’t it?” She asked the girl, who openly fondled and made out with her son before leading him here. She had changed a bit, her tits were massive now, Grace guessed they were twice the size of her head, not unlike the blonde secretary earlier. Her hips were a bit wider and her ass clearly bigger then last time, though from the front it looked plenty firm. Her now platinum blonde hair fell to her knees.

“Andrea.” She said simply correcting Grace. “And that cunt is my sister, I’m Anna.” The girl said. Grace remembered they were twins, this must be the other. She stood naked, cum clearly dripping from between her legs. The girl looked at Grace eyeing her up and down. “If you’re going to fuck him Theo likes his sluts to have bigger tits.” She said.

Grace only laughed, remembering a previous talk with Maria about being firm and stubborn with the ‘girlfriends’ “They can be catty and protective of their cock. Don’t let them push you around.” Maria said.

“Theo is my son, if I fuck him I’ll look however I want.” Was her response. Though she still was opposed to the idea she didn’t want to show it to this young woman. Grace stood firm, Anna was clearly more the slut than she was but she was older and had more experience, she hoped anyway. Her eyes were drawn to between the girls legs. Great big drops of pearlescent cum were mixing with her own juices and running down her thighs. She could almost taste it, taste her sons thick cum. The smell of it made Grace’s mouth water. She felt dizzy, ‘pull it together woman’ she said to herself. ‘He is your son!’

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***All characters are above the age of 18***

(PART 3)

The things we had just done in my room were… unbelievable. I was in shock replaying the reel in my mind from the posing, to the stripping. Then from the lap dance, to the spanking. My older brother spanking me. None of it had been anything I ever desired or even considered before today. Somehow, something possessed us. What started as a few innocent pictures spiraled into a morning and afternoon filled with teasing, desire, and forbidden attraction. And now what? We had to go pretend like everything was completely normal.

I arrived in the kitchen wearing my short jean shorts and black crop top. Brian was already at the table with Mom seated to his left and Dad to his right. My spot directly across from him was vacant as I pulled the chair out and sat down.

Dad turned to me and said, “Well there she is. You finally escaped your room!”

I laughed sarcastically and said, “ha-ha, very funny.” I was having trouble looking across the table at Brian. I knew we were going to have to look at each other eventually, but I wasn’t in any rush having come from a very, very different setting.

Mom exhaled and said, “Well, we were going to have pizza, but I figured we don’t usually have the two of you home anymore, so we made our famous pasta! Dig in!”

Mom and Dad did crack the code on a great linguine over the years. The smell of fresh shrimp, roasted garlic, and Parmesan cheese filled the air. They even had a bottle of red wine out on the table with four wine glasses — one at each place setting. Before even going for the pasta, I went for the wine, pouring it halfway up the glass.

Brian smiled and said, “This all looks great! It’s been a while since I’ve had a good home-cooked meal.” He began to fill his shallow bowl with the pasta.

Mom laughed at his comment and responded, “Now that surprises me. I would have thought that Maggie of yours was a great cook!”

My eyes shot open. Who was Maggie? Did Brian have a girlfriend?! I know it had been about a year since we last saw each other, we hardly texted, and Brian had zero social media presence. If he had a girlfriend, I couldn’t believe Mom and Dad wouldn’t have mentioned her when I called them from college last year. I took a large sip of my wine as I looked at him very curiously from across the table.

Brian looked at me somewhat awkwardly, and with a chuckle, looked at Mom and said, “Don’t get me wrong. She’s not terrible, but nothing like this.”

I took another big sip of my wine as I reached for the pasta at the center of the table to fill up my bowl. As I started filling the bowl, I remarked, “Maggie? So big brother has a girlfriend?” I carefully kept my voice sounding more lighthearted than disturbed.

Then Dad chimed in and added, “Soon to be fiance, right son?”

My eyes widened even a little more as I quickly reached for the glass again. Mom let out a giggle and said, “My, you’re a thirsty one tonight, huh?”

I looked at her and calmly answered, “It’s pretty good wine.”

On the inside, I was screaming. Not only did Brian have a girlfriend… but a fiance?! How could he not tell me? And then how could he do all of that with me? It was the dictionary’s definition of a nightmare. Not only was I dumb enough to become physical with my brother… he was about to be married. My mind was racing.

Brian laughed and said, “Yeah, I was waiting to tell you guys until I was sure. And, well, next week is our one year anniversary, and I’m asking her.” He looked nervously at me as Mom and Dad dropped their silverware to rise from the table and hug him. I, on the other hand, sat in my seat and waited for things to settle down a bit. I wasn’t sure how to feel or react. I knew I should’ve been happy. What happened earlier in the day was wrong and couldn’t persist. It, of course, needed to come to an end, but I felt extra dirty for being entangled in something like this.

Dad sat back down and said, “That is what I am talking about. When you find a good one, you put a ring on her.” He looked up and over at Mom and asked, “isn’t that right honey?”

Mom smiled at Dad, then over to Brian and said, “I am so proud of you. Marriage is beautiful. And you are going to be such a good husband.”

With somewhat of a mischievous smile on my face, I held my glass up and I added, “To you and Maggie!”

Mom and Dad held their glasses up as well, and then Brian, as we all clinked them together in the middle of the table. I was confused, and a little bit in disbelief, but still happy for Brian regardless. In the last several years, he had some issues with women — only things I had heard when he was on speaker phone with Mom and Dad.

Setting my glass back down, and trying my hardest to feel happy for him, I asked, “So when do I get to meet her? After the wedding?”

Mom and Dad looked at each other with a puzzled look, and then over to Brian and Dad asked, “Well, I thought you said she was coming over tomorrow, didn’t you?”

Brian chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. His face turned bright red. “Yeah, so… tomorrow,” sultangazi escort he said with a shrug.

There’s no way. He did all of that with me… less than 24 hours before he was planning to introduce his fiance to me. I stood up from the table and reached for the bottle that was next to Brian’s place-setting, refilling my glass. I responded, “That’s wonderful! I can’t wait…”

We finished up dinner quickly. I was admittedly feeling a little tipsy from the wine, having finished nearly two full glasses. Mom and Dad took care of the dishes as I sat at the table just looking over at Brian with a somewhat bewildered expression on my face. The wine was splitting my feelings. There was a feeling of hurt and betrayal… mixed with a slightly intoxicated attraction. I traced my finger around the inside of the glass as my mind bounced back and forth from hurt to dirty thoughts.

Mom and Dad walked over to us sitting silently across from each other at the table. Mom smiled and asked, “Well… did you two want to watch a movie?”

Brian looked at me then back at them and responded, “Yeah, I’ll watch a little bit of something!”

They then looked at me and I responded, “Actually, I’m a little tired. That wine went straight to my head. I think I’m going to call it a night.” I stood up from the table and gave Dad a hug. Then over to Mom. “Thank you guys for dinner!” I then walked over to Brian and with a smile, gave him a hug as well saying, “And congratulations. I can’t wait to meet Maggie.” I let him go and made my way out of the kitchen, and then down the hall to my room.

Once inside my room, I shut the door and slapped my hand to my forehead, again, in shock at how all of that just played out. I definitely needed to rest. I sat down on my bed as I opened my phone, immediately going to the app. There had been a widespread panic by our sudden departure. Who knows what would have happened. What now, certainly, never will happen. I sat my phone down on the bed, realizing the thought of a shower sounded like just what I needed.

I got up and walked over to my bathroom, stripping off the shorts, then the crop top, and then the pink thong I had been wearing before. I left them all in a pile right before my bathroom doorway as I slipped inside and turned the knob to start the shower. Steam quickly began to fill the room as I stepped inside and allowed the water to cover me.

I held my shampoo bottle, squeezing some of it out into my hand. I began to lather it into my hair, closing my eyes. As I rubbed the shampoo into my hair, I couldn’t help but visualize the scenes from before. Brian sitting in my chair with the large tent sticking up, and me over his lap as he slapped my butt over and over again for the video… I opened my eyes and shook the thoughts out of my mind. I needed to forget about all of it. It was all a mistake. One that should never be repeated, let alone discussed, and certainly not thought about. I rubbed my vanilla scented body wash all over my body, gently massaging it into my skin, allowing my hands to graze my more sensitive areas a little slower than the others.

I finished up in the shower and stepped out, grabbing my towel and drying off my body. I then took the towel and wrapped my hair in it before stepping back out into my bedroom. I walked over to my bed and picked up my phone. Messages, requests, and comments filled my notifications. Grown men begging me to show them more. Their hunger was insatiable. And I loved the attention. Before today, I had never shown that much. All innocent and simple photos. As I scrolled through the posts, my whole body was exposed and on display for whoever knew to look. Including, apparently, friends of the one taking the photos and videos of me.

As I looked through the comments, I couldn’t help but smirk. Reading things like:

“Nooo, baby please come back. It was just getting good!”

“Camera man is hitting that right now for sure.”

“You never peeled those panties off of you…”

Had we not gone to dinner… might that have actually happened? Would I have peeled my panties off in front of Brian and felt his hands caress me? Has the reminder of this ‘fiance’ of his snapped him back into a state of reason? I knew a rather effective method for finding out.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out the tiniest black g string thong that I owned, not even bothering to find the little black bra that paired with it. I walked over to my full length mirror with my phone in hand, the camera app open and facing forward. I held the phone up, capturing my nearly naked body in the mirror, covering my breasts with my left arm. I snapped the photo, posted it, and added the message:

“No more camera man… but still taking requests ;)”

Within a few seconds, I received a text message from Brian. It read, “Katie… what are you doing?”

I smiled and texted back, “Pay attention to the movie. And I don’t think you should be on this app anymore… with the engagement and all?”

A few moments passed when I received, “I should have suluova escort told you about Maggie. I just got caught up in what we were doing and it slipped my mind a little.”

Before I responded to Brian, a request came through from the app from a user named “MikeyB33.” The request read:

“Turn around, bend over, and pull that thong down for us… $250”

Again, Brian sent a message, quickly texting me and saying, “Come on, don’t do that. Just call it a night.”

But I couldn’t stop myself. I was tempted by the money, the request from this fan, and Brian adamantly advising against it. After all, who was he to tell me what to do? It all made it that much more exciting. I responded to Brian and wrote, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

I walked over to where my tripod stood from the photos and videos we had taken before. Next, I fastened my phone into the tripod. I turned it on selfie mode to face me. I lowered the height of the tripod to be at waist-level. Then, on video mode, I stepped forward and hit the little red button. I then took another step back, turned around, and took the little black strings in my thumbs on each side. I slowly wiggled back and forth as I peeled it down, lowering it further and further. As I lowered it, it revealed every inch of my round, plump ass, including the tiny hole that’s been barely covered by fabric all night. Even more, it revealed the luscious, full lips of my labia. The string sprung off of me and finally gave the viewers what they had been waiting to see. I gasped a little, somewhat for theatrics, as I pulled it all the way down. I arched my back and continued to wiggle tauntingly — at the fans… and at Brian.

I then stood back up, turned around and asked the viewers, “What now?” I blew a quick kiss at the camera and ended the video. I quickly edited out a few seconds from the beginning and end, and then without much more thought, I sent the video into the chat. The $250 was received immediately, as well as many, many comments and other tips. Comments like:

“Her pussy is divine.”

“I would love to eat that perfect ass…”

“Such a naughty little thing.”

I then received another message from Brian. I nervously opened it and it read, “That guy… MikeyB or whatever, that’s my friend Mike. My friend just asked you to show him and all of those guys on there your pussy, and you did it.”

My jaw dropped as I read and re-read the message. Why didn’t he tell me that in the first place?! Who the hell was Mike… I don’t remember ever meeting a Mike. I texted Brian back saying, “He’s seen plenty already anyway. What difference does it make?”

New requests started popping up left and right:

“Let’s see you on all fours now baby… $100”

“I want to see her rub that ass and pussy all over the camera man… $200”

My body was now positively vibrating with sensations. I read the requests and comments over and over, half wishing that Brian would burst through the door, and half terrified of the idea. It was too overwhelming to imagine. I figured I would complete one last request and call it a night. The members of the account had already seen me nude… so what was one more picture. As I was setting my phone up in the tripod, I turned to my left and saw the door handle turn. In walked Brian. He had a look on his face that I had never seen before. It was a look of starved passion that I’ve only ever seen in movies.

He took a few steps toward me as he said, “I told you not to do that, didn’t I? I said not to do that last request.”

I looked at him with a surprised expression, stuttering for a moment as I responded, “I…uh… I didn’t mean…”

He walked up and took the phone from me as he said, “You want to do their requests? You want to tease my friends? Fine. Get on the ground — all fours.”

I looked at him with a slightly cautious skepticism as I exhaled and muttered, “You want me to…”

He quickly interrupted and sternly blurted out, “Now, Katie.”

I raised my eye brows a little as the tone of his voice made me drop down to both knees in front of him. I turned around on my knees to face away from him, now on all fours in the middle of the floor in my room. His breathing deepened as I waited there for the several seconds that felt like hours. I faced forward as I could tell he was behind me moving. Doing what, I wasn’t sure. That’s when I felt his hand crash down on my right, bare cheek causing me to ‘yelp’ at the sensation. I heard a deep and low moan coming from him after the blow.

I then heard my older brother say, “You do have just the most perfect, little ass, Katie.” He then dropped his other hand down on my left cheek, provoking an identical ‘yelp.’ I heard the shutter sounds of the photos being taken as I arched my back, posing while biting my lip. I then heard the sounds of the photo being posted into the group chat. As I peaked back to look behind me, finally failing to fight the urge to look back, I saw him kneeling down behind me, but his chest was bare. I couldn’t see his lower half over my ass, but peaking a little higher, sungurlu escort I didn’t see any sight of the waistband of his boxers where I would have expected them to be. Was he naked too…?

I kept gazing back at him, watching him with his eyes fixed on areas of me he never imagined he might see. And he was only inches from it all. He then looked up at me, and with a smile, he said, “I told you not to pull this thong down.” I watched as his right hand raised the little black fabric into the air. “Now I have to show you what happens to little sluts that don’t listen.”

Before I could say another word, he leaned his head forward slowly until I could feel his warm breath against me. Still making eye contact with him, I felt his tongue come out and begin to trace around my labia. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened slightly as I felt my brother’s warm tongue caressing my pussy. He then pushed his head forward, burying his face in between my round cheeks. His nose pressed against my exposed hole, and his tongue plunged inside of me, causing me to gasp and moan, “Oh my god…”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he repeated the same motion, this time bringing both hands up to each cheek, squeezing them as he stuck his tongue into me further. “Oh fuck… Brian…” I moaned as he held me hostage with his face buried in my ass. I watched as he raised his head up with his tongue fully extended, tracing over my pussy from top to bottom, stopping over my little hole. He then softly traced his tongue around in a circular motion before barely sticking it in through the tiny opening. As he did, my right hand instinctively reached back, grabbing the hair on the back of his head, pulling him in closer to me. For several seconds, he started rapidly brushing his tongue up and down and up and down.

Brian took a break for a second to look up and say, “I never thought you would taste this good…” He reached up and grabbed my hand, firmly pushing it back towards me to rest it back down with the other. I then felt his finger begin to push inside of me. He slowly pulled it out, then pushed it back in, and then again, and again. As I looked back, I could see part of my black g string in his right hand, and I could tell that the rest of it was inside of me. I gasped again as he said, “your turn to taste.” I watched as he slowly pulled it out of me. It made me quiver as the fabric inched out of me until he held the damp thong in the air. He crawled around my right said. I stayed on my hands and knees as I saw even more of his exposed body, including his large, stiff cock dangling between his thighs. He then raised my little black thong up to my mouth and sternly said, “Open.” Obediently, I opened my mouth and he slowly started filling my mouth with the fabric soaked in my sweet juices mixed with his saliva. He smiled as he looked down at me and said, “there you go…”

I stayed in the same position utterly speechless, and not just because my thong was balled up in my mouth. I had no words to say. My older brother just put my thong in my pussy, and then made me take it into my mouth. Making me taste myself. I was lost.

He then started to scoot back behind me. I looked back at him as he picked up my phone and got up behind me. I could feel his hard cock grazing my left and right thighs as he adjusted himself. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Outside of this room, our parents were watching an innocent movie on the couch. Brian was just by their side watching along with them. And now this. Stuffing my thong into my mouth, exploring my lower half with his tongue, and… whatever he planned to do next. I was not resisting. I had no desire to. When he took my thong and put it in my mouth, I knew I was going to have very little hope for willing us out of this scenario. I had never been so attracted to someone. My own brother… assertively taking me and doing as he wished. I waited attentively to experience his next move.

Brian cleared his throat as he shifted himself closer to me. My knees were together, and I remained on all fours. He was right behind me on his knees as well. I then felt his thick cock drop down in the crevasse between my round cheeks. It was very large and felt warm against me. He then said, “So this next one here says they want you to rub your little ass and pussy against me. Think you can handle that?” Looking back at him, I nodded obediently. He smiled and said, “okay… let’s see it then.”

I heard the sound of the video button being pressed and I started to wiggle back and forth. I looked back at him and up at the phone he was holding high in the air to capture the view. He laughed and said, “Here’s the little slut with her wet thong in her mouth.” I continued to grind myself against him, pushing back against his hard cock, pinning it against his abdomen and then grinding up and down. I rotated my hips in a circular motion as I heard him add, “fuck… such a little tease…” I felt him grab his cock as he started to rub it against my plush lips. His tip grazed both holes several times, my body ached at the idea of it slipping inside of me. I let out muffled moans through the soaked thong that filled my mouth. He laughed and said, “That’s all for now…” I heard him end the video recording as he remained pressed against me. One hand was typing away on the keyboard and the other was planted on my left cheek, squeezing and massaging as his cock rested in between both of them.

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My cheek rested on his warm chest. I placed a kiss where his heart was and felt him gingerly draw me closer in his embrace. I sighed. My heart swelled painfully in my chest.

I recalled the day, the agony on his face, the way he had screamed my name when he thought I was dying. I shuddered.

“You okay baby?” he asked with concern.

I nodded against his chest, too scared to use my voice.

What had I thought? That he didn’t love me? I felt stupid now. There was no one in this world who’d ever love me like him, and there never would ever be. My eyes welled.

I’d broken the peace and shattered the delicate balance that ran through our dynamics. Now everything was in shambles. I couldn’t even look him in the eye, I felt so guilty. Rudra and ma did not even glance at each other in my presence. Trying to side step the elephant in the room, all of us treaded on eggshells.

What I had done, made my heart sink, specially what I had done to ma. I had forced him into her life only to abruptly take him back again for myself. I felt ashamed. I couldn’t talk about it to either of them. I missed my babies. I couldn’t ask Rudra to take me home to them. I knew why he had decided to keep me at the suite. It wasn’t just because the hospital was closer, the guilt made the reason even more difficult to bear. I hadn’t seen ma. I knew she was taking care of the babies and she was busy. The little one, Joel, was probably keeping her on her toes. Born premature he had barely made it. I had almost lost him. If they hadn’t taken him out of me on time, I closed my eyes shaking the image out of my head.

Dr. Sid had been kind enough to send a nurse to help ma take care of the children during the day. But I knew the task of breast feeding them fell entirely to her. I felt guilty. She was doing this for me, for a daughter who had given her nothing but misery.

I needed to fix this, no matter how. It had been three months since the incident. I missed our life, before I had stupidly destroyed it. I would give anything to have us all live under the same roof again. My chin trembled.

“Rudra,” I started slowly. “I’m missing the babies. Can I… see them?” I stuttered.

He cleared his throat and gently squeezed me in his embrace. “When you’ve recovered thoroughly.”

I’d woken him from his sleep so I decided to pursue it in the morning instead.

I dreamt horrible dreams all night. No matter how much I tried, ma would not forgive me. What the doctors had told us at the hospital kept repeating over and over in my head. “You cannot have any more children. Your heart will not bear another pregnancy.” I felt grateful that I had been able to have Joel but felt sad that Rudra and I would never make another baby again. I knew how much we both would miss that.

The thought occurred unbidden. Ma could still conceive, but I’d ruined that last chance too. Every morning I heard him jack himself off in the shower. I knew he was having a difficult time. To think he had another wife back home and it was because of me that he wasn’t going to her made me feel terrible.

“Let me?” I offered one morning when I heard him in bed. If nothing else I could at least give him this much respite.

“Did I wake you?” He stuttered apologetically and scrambled out of bed in embarrassment. He didn’t even meet my gaze.

Why was he punishing himself for what I had done? Why had he stopped being with ma? The thought shattered the little peace I had left remaining. I had never wanted this. I had only wanted his love but not at the cost of his misery or ma’s misery. I cried my sorrow into the pillow.

“Riya, are you all right?” He strode to my side and kneeled beside the bed. He looked into my face. “Riya?” I heard fear in his voice, and I began to cry again.

“Riya,” he made a dash for his phone then sat next to me again. “What’s wrong? Please.” He was in agony.

“I want to see the babies.” I cried. I couldn’t say what I had wanted to. It just felt too shameful to say that I wanted things to go back to the way they were before I had mucked up everything for all three of us.

“Riya,” He exasperated pressing his head into the pillow next to me. “I told you baby, I’ll take you home, as soon as you’ve recovered completely.”

“But I have recovered. I want to see the babies. I miss them.”

I wanted him to be home. I knew he only needed to be in close proximity to ma, then nature would take its course and everything would go back to normal again.

“I’ll take you when the doctors say so. You know how far it is. We barely made it…,” his voice trailed off. “I can’t risk it again.” He shook his head hiding his tears from me.

Then a brainwave hit me. “You’re going home and installing all the cameras in the house so I can at least see them when I want to. Tell me that you will?”

“I will. Calm down now.”

The next morning when we woke he had a massive erection. I pretended to be asleep while he grunted under his breath to his own solhan escort ministrations. An hour later he was jacking himself off again under the shower. I decided I would just have to do something drastic to get him back together with ma.

Over the weekend, he got ready to drive home with a guy to install the cameras so I could watch and talk to the babies whenever I wanted to.

“Will you be all right Riya? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I tried to assure him.

“Just take care of yourself while I’m gone. I’ll be back home before dark. I’ve asked Sid to send a nurse to look after you while I’m away.” He placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Go now,” I murmured. “I’m all right.” I placed a kiss on his cheek. “Go. I want to see the babies.”

He nodded then and tore himself away from me.

It was almost afternoon by the time he asked me to remotely access the camera and I was able to see our babies for the first time in three months. My throat felt choked from trying hard not to sob out loud. Rivulets of tears flowed freely down my cheeks. Then ma got baby Joel in her arms, and a long howl issued from my lungs. I couldn’t bear to be away from him anymore. A thunder storm had broken outside quite similar to the one inside me. Rudra tried as hard as he could to console me.

“I’m sorry baby, I should’ve done this sooner.” He choked on tears too. “Please forgive me.”

That made me cry even more. I was the one in need of forgiveness. I had done this to all of us.

“Don’t cry baby, please. You’re breaking my heart, Riya. I’m coming back. We’ll both watch them together.”

“No, it’s raining so hard. You’re going to stay there until it subsides,” I ordered wiping my tears at once. “Stay there.”

“Don’t worry about…” he began but I cut him short.

“It’s a thunderstorm and you’re not coming home Rudra. Do you hear me?” I snapped at him in disbelief. This was all I needed now, him risking his life for me.

I talked to ma, both of us awkward around each other. She had lost a lot of weight, and my heart sank even more. Taking care of the babies was telling on her. But she did look younger. The weight loss had taken years off of her age. I could make out the slight outline of the nipple rings that Rudra had gifted to her on their wedding night. My heart contracted painfully in my chest. She still wore them.

From the corner of my eye I could see Rudra pace the floor restlessly. He’d need a bit more persuading to spend the night, I thought. Once we were done I thought it better to give both him and ma some time alone. My presence was probably putting an additional strain on them. Before turning the screen off at my end, I spoke to Rudra again.

“Please don’t upset me more by trying to return in this weather. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” he answered reluctantly looking away.

I shut the screen at my end, but I could still hear everything.

I heard the babies cooing and the toddlers playing, with a smile on my lips. They had become a real handful and I admired how ma at her age was able to take care of all of them. I eagerly waited for the evening that I might hear something welcoming. The silence of the adults was only broken by the appearance of Dr Sid, who’d come down to check on baby Joel. Only a handful of words were exchanged formally when mother asked Rudra whether he would sleep in his room or take ma’s room for the night. I could hear an underlying tension in their voice and I prayed that they would soon get past it.

Dr Sid probably left soon after. I felt so grateful, that he had decided to pay the baby a visit even in this terrible weather.

Rudra called before turning in for the night. He had asked the nurse to stay on until the day after.

I assured him the hundredth time that I was all right. Then reluctantly he called off.

All night I kept awake but heard nothing. My heart felt heavy.

I was awake before ma, to the cries of the babies. A few seconds later I heard ma stumble from Rudra’s room into the nursery, while she crooned lovingly to start the tedious task of breastfeeding the little ones.

Morning came and the skies cleared and Rudra wasted no time driving back home. It was like he was running away from some demons before they caught up with him.

“How are you doing?” He searched my face.

“I’m fine,” I said happy to see him in spite of the guilt I felt of having separated ma and him.

His features relaxed. I wondered whether he was worried I’d worked myself into a tizzy over his spending the night alone with ma.

I extended my arms and he walked into my hug. I trussed myself up against the pillows on the dewan by the window. He kicked his shoes off and climbed into my embrace, lying between my legs so his face nuzzled against my breasts. He took a long breath.

“I like the smell of you.”

“Hmm more like my breasts,” I whispered drawing him closer.

For a moment he looked sorgun escort up and I placed a warm kiss on his forehead. The love I felt for him tickled my insides until I turned to jello.

In return he parted my blouse until my breasts were bare. Every time his fingers brushed against my skin, I felt fireworks and I knew from his tiny reactions that it got him worked up too. I was in no condition to have sex though. The other day when he had pulled me into his arms for a kiss, feeling his arousal, my heart had begun to painfully drum in my chest. I had started to wheeze and then hyperventilate to his horror. He had pulled me into his arms and gently rocked me until I could breathe easily again.

Tentatively he pecked one breast keeping his eyes on me, when he was sure I was okay he ravenously took a nipple into his mouth.

Involuntarily he closed his eyes, the way I loved so much.

He was my baby. I drew him more against my breast and began to kiss his head. His hair was soft and silky and fresh from a shower. Here and there it had begun to turn grey. I wondered what he would look like when he grew old, but one thing I was sure of I would love him just as much as I did now, if not more.

I placed a wet trembling kiss on his forehead. He was bunting like a fawn.

“I love you, you know that don’t you?” I whispered into his ear sucking on his earlobe.

“Riya, don’t baby,” he lifted his head briefly, his breath came in a gasp against my nipple. “I’m already going crazy for you.”

“Hmm,” I brushed his lips with a kiss, lifted my breast then placing my other hand behind his head, gently guiding him back to my nipple. I held him there while he suckled hungrily at my tit, biting and gnawing and sucking.

It was making me horny, but after the last time I couldn’t give into temptation. His need for suckling was so grave that I could not refuse him, the only small pleasure I could afford him right now. Even though I knew it would only leave us both unsatisfied in the long run. I needed him so much right now, I had begun to tremble. He was aroused too, I knew the way he pushed his pelvis into the mattress beneath.

Had I been in perfect health, I could only imagine how he would have taken me, the mere thought made me breathless. On some masochistic level I wished he would, not caring for my surgery. The physical part of me wanted him to consume me, but my emotional self admired the strength he exercised of keeping himself in check.

For a moment he lifted his head to look into my flushed face, and he knew I wanted him just as much. I was already wheezing. He pulled himself up to place a kiss on my trembling lips. His eyes said I understand your plight.

“You okay?” He asked huskily.

I nodded licking my lips. Then he was ravaging my other breast.

Once he was done. He rested a while against my breasts. “I think I need a shower,” he said looking at his arousal.

I sniggered. I think I need one too, can I accompany you.

He laughed then let out a sigh. “Not today, I’ll end up killing you. I’ll be back in a moment.”

“At least leave the door ajar,” I pouted.

“Shameless.”

“We take what we can,” I smiled sheepishly. But I so wanted to watch him right now. I was already getting agitated, I so wanted a release myself.

He nodded before getting into the bathroom with the glass cubicle that we’d had so many romps in, I couldn’t even count the times.

Before stepping in he began to unbutton his shirt keeping his eyes on me. My eyes roved hungrily on his bare chest. I wanted to lick him all over.

He pushed his pants down and there was a huge tent in his briefs. My eyes fixed on the prize. It sprang to life, hard and erect, bobbing lightly when freed. Rudra held it proudly, in his fist and unconsciously I licked my lips.

Lithely he stepped into the shower and turned the shower on. Only a few strokes and he had cum already. That was rather disappointing and I scowled at him. I was expecting a long drawn out show.

He finished taking his shower and came out. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans then padded across the room to me.

He chuckled watching my expression.

“What was that?” I asked annoyedly. “You’ve never cum so quickly when you’re inside me.”

“Riya!” His expression changed. “Stop saying such things, I’m barely keeping my sanity.” He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. “Did you take your medicines?”

I nodded reluctantly.

“You know the baby looks like you when he’s grouchy.” He tried to make things light.

I rolled my eyes. “Right! Even a blind man would say he looks like you!”

“Right!” “What time did the nurse leave?” He asked.

“About an hour ago,” I replied mellowing down.

“Did you have breakfast?” He asked.

I nodded again, “Did you?”

“Nah, I thought I’d have it here with you.”

“Oh! I was just so hungry.” I tried explaining.

“It’s okay baby.”

“I’ll suadiye escort go get something for you.” I began to get up.

“No, stay, I’ll help myself,” he ordered at once.

“I need to start doing something around the house now Rudra. How long can I just lie in bed?”

“As long as it takes for you to recover completely.”

“How will we know if you don’t let me do anything? Besides I made breakfast for myself this morning and nothing untoward happened. You just like keeping me in bed.” I looked accusingly at him.

“Fine,” he said reluctantly. “Just something simple, don’t exhaust yourself unduly.”

“I won’t,” I kissed his lips before shuffling towards the kitchen.

In the heat of the moment I’d forgotten entirely about ma. I had wanted to ask him why he’d returned so quickly that he should’ve spent more time there. But the moment had now passed. Maybe next time I thought.

That night Rudra and I both sat before the screen and chatted with ma and the babies. I was surprised to know that Dr Sid had decided to spend the night and wondered if everything was all right with the babies.

On enquiry we found that Vansh was running a fever and was down with chicken pox.

I was so grateful that Sid had decided to stay on. I thanked him thoroughly for his generosity. But I was so hopping mad with Rudra. Once I’d turned the screen and the mic off, I let myself go.

“Why the hell were you in such a tearing hurry to leave? You didn’t see the babies before you came? You didn’t know that Vansh was running a fever?” My voice trembled. “What if Vansh needed immediate medical attention? Rudra? How could you do this?”

“I didn’t think about it Riya,” he spoke slowly.

“Then what were you thinking about?” I glared at him waiting for him to reply. “Answer me?”

“You,” he looked into my eyes.

The realization dawned on me. I opened my mouth to say something but I didn’t know what to say.

He began slowly. “The last time, I was distracted from you for just a while, and you… you decided to die on me.” He swallowed. “I…I can’t lose you Riya. I can bare anything…but not that.” He stared into the distance reliving god know’s what nightmares.

“I’m sorry,” I hugged him to myself. “I didn’t mean for any of it to happen,” I bit into my lip, “but just the thought… of you not loving me was so unbearable…it broke me.”

He shook his bent head. “I will never stop loving you Riya, when will you know that?”

We both cried in each others arms.

“I’m sorry what I did to you…to you and ma…,” I started but he did not want me to go any further.

“I always knew that was a mistake Riya.” He got up at once not wanting to hear another word about it.

“Please let me speak. The guilt is killing me,” I beseeched.

“It shouldn’t, it’s my guilt to bear, not yours.” He almost sounded angry.

I closed my eyes. How could I explain to him, that all along it was me who had coerced them to do it?

“Please at least hear me Rudra.” I held his hand to keep him from walking away. He relented reluctantly.

“This is not your fault Rudra. I did this. I was so afraid of losing you that I forced you and ma into it. It’s all my fault.” I held my head down in shame.

“Why would you say that Riya, when you know I did it?”

“Because you didn’t,” I began to sob. “I was so afraid of losing you…when I was pregnant the second time, I was too big to be with you. I was so afraid you might succumb to your needs, that I begged mother to be with you.”

“What?” He barely whispered then grew silent.

I clasped my hands to stop them from shaking. “I asked her and she refused, but, I planted the seeds in her head. It wasn’t her fault. She only gave into her loneliness Rudra. You’re not to blame either. I couldn’t satisfy you, I was so tired all the time and we were forever fighting. When suddenly that day it happened I was shocked at my own reaction to it. I felt appalled and aroused at the same time. I didn’t know what to make of it. I couldn’t understand it. But watching you two together, it aroused me beyond belief. It was like I was watching you do things to me, that you were doing to her… “

I trailed off finally unburdening myself before him. But when I looked back at him a nerve had started to thrum in his throat. His lips pursed into a hard line and my heart began to painfully throb in my chest.

He began to get up.

“Rudra,” I whispered, then lunged to hold him. I tried to cling to him. “Say something,” I barely spoke unable to comprehend his reaction or what he would do next.

“Don’t,” he whispered through thin lips and I froze.

He walked out of the bedroom. My head spun and I closed my eyes feeling sick and dizzy. I placed my palm over my throbbing heart. “Rudra?” I called out too scared to trust my trembling legs.

Then suddenly it occurred to me. In my need to unburden my soul I hadn’t thought about the consequences. Where was he going? In shock I blindly stumbled in the direction of the door. A stab of pain lanced through my heart and my throat constricted. I remembered the surgery and felt my heart. Was he going to leave me? I broke into a cold sweat.

“Rudra,” I whispered painfully before I saw the hexagons on the floor hit me.

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Staring. I blinked and shook my head, looking around at anything else in the car. Somehow, my gaze kept landing back on Jake. I couldn’t help but to smile when I was looking at him. Was this what love was like? I chuckled to myself, turning away as he looked at me. He had to be aware I was staring at him, but he was being kind about it and not mentioning it.

I thought back over the day, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I’d been caught in our own home by the man who thought he owned me. Who I let own me, I realized. He had financed and purchased every little thing in my life, and until Jake came in and helped separate me from this guy, there was no chance of me ever being able to say no.

I looked down at the outfit I was still wearing, taking in my ‘barely decent for public’ appearance. I was nothing more than a piece of fuckable meat to this guy, and he had no problems trying to lead me out into public wearing this… or less, as had been his intentions to start. But Jake…

Sure, Jake noticed what I was wearing, and sure he got hard looking at me. But he didn’t focus on it; he didn’t treat me like a sex doll. I was his sister and his best friend, first and foremost. Something shifted in me, and I eyed my brother up and down. He’d been a hero today. Selflessly putting himself in harm’s way, I noticed as my eyes glanced over his bruises. He hadn’t complained once, as though he was glad to do it for me.

As we pulled into the parking lot next to my trashed car, I started to cry. Jake immediately panicked and tried to hold and comfort me, but I couldn’t get the words out to tell him how I felt – that I didn’t deserve him, that I was feeling in love with him even though we shouldn’t let ourselves feel that way. I just cried and he held me, and wordlessly I knew he felt the same. That he cared for me and loved me despite our forbidden relationship.

I gasped, my crying taking a pause as I was suddenly scooped up. I was acutely aware of his hands, one on my arm as it wrapped around my back, and one on my bare thigh as it slid under my legs to pick me up. My brother was carrying me like a bride back into our apartment. I rested my head on his chest, running my fingers over his cheek. A small part of me, in the back of my mind, felt relieved that no one here knew us or that we’re related. The larger part of me just didn’t care.

Down the hall, in the elevator, down the hall again and across our threshold Jake held onto me like he’d keep me safe no matter what happened. He paused once we were in our apartment, and I squirmed my way out of his grasp. I watched as Jake kicked the shards of the door around with his foot, hesitating over the gaping hole into our apartment.

I pressed my body against his again, giving a soft tug to his arm. His worried glance softened when he met my eyes. “Not now,” I whispered, giving another soft pull. “I… I need you…” At those words, his expression relaxed even more, but he was betrayed by the quick glance to the open door frame again. “It’ll be ok… just…” I gulped. “Bedroom. Now.”

I was practically pulling on his arm as I led him to our room. My discarded towel from the shower was still on the floor, along with the mess I’d made of the hamper. I bit my lip; that felt sıhhiye escort like days ago, not merely an hour. Still, I went to the bed and laid down, pulling at the hem of my skirt a little. That monster hadn’t let me wear any underwear, despite this outfit barely coming halfway down my ass. Though, considering it was about to give my brother easy access, it was easy to find the silver lining in this.

Wasting no time, Jake quickly hopped on the bed next to me, his fingers hesitantly touching my exposed midriff. “Are you sure this is what you want? After what just happened? We… we don’t have to. We can stop everything, sis.”

I could feel the pain creep onto my face at his statement. “N-no… I want this… I want you…”

“Are you sure?”

I reached out, taking hold of his arms. I held his gaze, staring into his eyes. “Jake, I said I love you. I meant it. Did you, or were you lying?”

His eyes widened, and he looked startled and worried. “I- yes, of course I meant it!”

My grip on his arms softened, and I realized my nails had been digging into him. Still, I couldn’t ease up now. My brother was trying to be the hero still, and instead I needed a lover. “Good. Then we’re going to fuck.”

I got to work taking off his pants. Thanks to recent practice, I had him stripped naked from the waist down in record time. I smiled at him, and sat on his lap.

“Kelly, let me…” He tried to sit up, arms reaching out to take hold of me before a twinge of pain ripped through his body. He fell back on the bed panting, frowning at me. “On second thought… I don’t think I can lead much…”

I chuckled, leaning forward. I watched Jake’s eyes track my freely hanging breasts before snapping back to look at me. “I’ll take care of you tonight, little brother. Consider this my thank you for saving me today.” I smiled at him as I sat back up, my hips rocking back a little. I’d never considered myself particularly ‘thicc’, but I certainly had enough of an ass that it naturally wrapped around my brother’s cock. My hips rocked side to side a little, and I savored the look on Jake’s face as my cheeks stroked his cock.

I could feel him getting harder by the second, especially as I slid back over his lap so that his cock was in front of my pelvis. It glistened, having picked up my own arousal as it passed beneath my pussy. I smirked, running my nails over his shaft. His breathing picked up and hitched.

“Be a good boy,” I whispered. “And don’t cum until I say so. Can you do that for me?” He nodded his head, biting his lip. My fingers pinched the tip of his cock gently, pulling away a long strand of precum that had formed. I made a show out of licking myself clean, only breaking eye contact long enough to bat my eyes seductively at him. A loud groan and a throb in his cock told me my teasing was working, and that I didn’t have much time left before he blew his load, one way or another.

I lifted up off his lap, taking hold of his cock with one hand as I lined it up with my sex. As slowly as was physically possible, I lowered myself onto Jake’s dick. I could feel it immediately, as my brother parted my pussy lips and stretched me wide open. Sure, his fingers and tongue had been down here, şırnak escort but this was his dick. His throbbing hard erection was inside me, making its way into my tight canal.

We were both panting at this point, Jake having closed his eyes and was gripping the sheets like he was possessed. Slowly, we settled as deep as my slit was willing to accommodate him no matter how much I sank down on him. Filled up, I rocked back and forth, groaning as his cock stretched and tugged at my sensitive inner lining.

Catching our breaths, we finally looked each other in the eyes and smiled, even awkwardly giggling a little bit. “Are you ready?” I whispered. Jake nodded, and I started to ride him. Up and down, my wet sex tugged at his cock as though it refused to let go. I could feel every detail of his shaft as my womanhood squeezed and molded to its shape. Gradually, I picked up speed, bouncing on his lap. I moaned out loud, my hands drifting their way up to my chest to try and hold onto my wildly bouncing breasts. The skimpy schoolgirl’s blouse had provided no actual sense of decency, so as I cupped and groped myself, everything was fully on display for my brother to see.

I could feel my vagina squeezing and milking his cock, and Jake’s whimpers were sounding pitiful at this point. The boy needed to cum, I realized, and was fighting with every fiber of his being to stave it off. I leaned forward, making sure to keep his cock inside me.

“Hey little brother,” I cooed. I immediately groaned when I felt his cock throb in me, stretching and pulling my insides into a shape and position that more fit his needs. I sank down to his base, feeling him press deeper inside than before. Surely… surely he wasn’t against my womb, was he? The thought drove me wild, but I had to focus.

“Y-you’re doing so good… but I want you to cum soon, ok?”

His eyes went wide, and he shook his head a little. “But… but we’re not… there’s no… condom…” Words seemed to be difficult for him; words that he didn’t even seem to mean, as his hips started humping up into me.

“I know, wouldn’t that be so naughty? Imagine what could happen to your big sister if you pumped all your cum into her womb?” A soft whimper escaped his lips, and his hands went to my hips.

“But… you… knocked up…” He gasped, biting his lip as he tried to hold back his orgasm to no success. I plunged my hips down on his cock and he held me there, unmoving as his throbbing shaft pumped shot after shot of cum deep into me. The warm nectar in my sex nearly set off my own orgasm, my body quivering with anticipation.

“That’s it Jake… breed me… fill me with your hot cum, knock me up…” I whispered, rubbing my hips back and forth on his. He was still twitching, his body trying to force out every last drop of seed into me. I started to ride him again, and he let out a sad little whine.

“A-ah! Sis! I’m… that’s too sensitive!”

I grinned, riding faster still. “I didn’t tell you to cum… you weren’t a good boy. So now, this is your punishment… I’ll use you until I cum.” His whimpers quickly turned to moans, and I knew he was enjoying this again. I fucked myself on his cock, focusing on what movements and angles felt best for söke escort me. His swollen cockhead was dragging on that spot inside, and my entire body was shuddering and twitching from the sensation.

My moans grew louder and louder, my nails dragging over Jake’s chest. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I cried out, all the air leaving my lungs as I came, my body shaking and convulsing silently atop his. Distantly, I heard his own low, long moan and felt him cumming again. Not nearly as much seed as last time, his churning balls gave up every last drop they had in their efforts to fill me.

I collapsed forward onto Jake, panting and gasping. A wet pop filled the air as his cock slipped out of me. I slid off of him, looking down at his messy crotch, imagining mine to be just as covered in our mixed fluids as his. My gaze traveled over to his face, where he was already looking at me.

I smiled, and he smiled back. “Fuck…” he groaned, the word barely intelligible.

I giggled, nodding. “Fuck,” I agreed. I took his hand in mine, placing it against my belly.

Jake’s eyes widened, and he looked concerned. “As… incredibly hot as that was,” he whispered, “what if you actually get pregnant?”

I smirked, sitting up in bed next to him, the both of us acutely aware of my crotch and how close it was to his face. I even dared to spread my legs a little, revealing the thin bead of dripping cum coming out of my slit. I watched his eyes take it in, his breath ragged and his cock pulsing to the beat of his heart.

“Something tells me you wouldn’t really mind, would you? That knocking up your big sister is pretty hot, huh?” Jake blushed, his eyes darting between my own and my sex. “Well, that’s for another day.” I leaned in. “Birth control. Started it a week ago.” I realized what I’d just admitted – that I had been planning for me and my brother to have sex at some point, that I’d already accepted and wanted him to plant his seed deep in me. The blush on my face was burning hot, and I looked away.

“Hey,” he said as he took my cheek in the palm of your hand. “I wanted this too. I just, you know, haven’t really known how to ask.”

I chuckled, kissing him softly on the lips. He was surprised for a moment, before returning the kiss. The kiss grew lighter and lighter, pulling away from me as he sank back into his pillow. Snores filled the air before I had even straightened.

For a moment, I felt bothered that he’d fallen asleep on me, but then the combination of two powerful orgasms and the day’s fights dawned on me. The poor guy was exhausted, he deserved his sleep. I snuggled up close, cum dripping out of me and down my thighs. I rubbed a hand against my belly, sighing softly.

Jake might not have said it out loud, but he clearly wanted to get me pregnant. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that, but there’d be problems, stuff to work through. I thought of society, or everyone who would judge us for having an incestuous baby together. I thought about the baby itself, and the health problems it might have. Though, if we didn’t tell people we were related… and there can’t be that many problems from a first generation baby conceived by siblings, right? Hope filled my chest, before a final thought dashed it away again.

Our mother. She’d never approve, she’d never speak to us again. We’d be cutting family out of our lives. I slipped off to sleep, doubtful for any chance to make things work in the future. At least for now, there was no way for mom to find out what we’d been up to.

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Mrs. Samantha Greene

I was supposed to be teaching my second-period English class at Rainier Christian College.

Instead, I was in the backstage area of the performing arts center, my skirt bunched around my waist, my asshole aching from just being fucked in the ass for the first time. It wasn’t my husband Lance who’d buggered me. It was Damian. The preacher’s hunky, nineteen-year-old son. My student.

He stood over me naked and handsome. His chest muscular. His blue eyes intense and hungry. He had a presence about him that just demanded I submit and please him. Ever since that wild dream last night when the hunky White boy showed up and made me into his slut.

Then he had claimed me in the waking world. He somehow knew about the dream. He had somehow invaded them and prepared me to be his slut. It was so wild. I was so thrilled to be his, even if I was sharing him with Alyta.

She was another of my student. A good girl, the son of one of the deacons at my church. I didn’t just teach Damian and Alyta, I attended church with their families. Damian’s father as my pastor. The shepherd of my flock.

I wanted Damian to lead me into these sinful delights.

I grabbed his pale cock with my ebony hand and opened my mouth wide. His dick had just been in my asshole, and yet I wanted to suck him clean. The fact it had been in such a dirty place only made this hotter for me. I was such a lewd and wanton slut now. I just wanted him.

I kissed the tip of his cock and slid my lips over him. I groaned at the sour musk of my asshole. He growled his pleasure, smiling down at me as I worked my mouth over his dick. I nursed on him, my dick swirling around his crown.

“Yes!” he growled, enjoying what I did to him. It was so wild that I was doing this to him. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s so good.”

I moaned around his cock and suckled on him. I nursed with all that I had on his dick. It was a fabulous treat to do this. I suckled hard on him. My cheeks hollowed with my passion. He groaned as I did that. His face twisted in delight.

I winked at him as nursed on him with everything that I had. I bobbed my head, my boobs jiggling and bouncing in my top. He groaned as I suckled on him. His face twisted in delight. I loved him for all that I had.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he growled. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s so good.”

I winked at him as I swirled my tongue around his dick. I polished him. As I did, Alyta’s hands grabbed my butt-cheeks. The White girl nuzzled into my crack and kissed at my aching asshole. She lapped up the cum leaking out of me.

I shuddered at her doing that. She stroked her tongue around my asshole, rimming my backdoor. It felt so wicked. I moaned around his cock. I suckled on him with passion, the sour flavor suffusing my taste buds.

“That’s it, Mrs. Greene,” he growled. “Damn, you’re just my naughty whore.”

I moaned around his cock.

“We both are,” whimpered Alyta into my asshole. She stroked her tongue around it in fast circles, sending heat trembling through me. “We both love you, and we’re both your whores.”

Love…

I did love him. I was married, and I loved my husband, but this was like nothing I had ever felt. I suckled on him with all that I had. It was just a rush to nurse on him. My cheeks hollowed. The heat washed through me as the naughty girl thrust her tongue against my asshole.

She wiggled into me. That was dirty of her. She scooped his jizz out of my backdoor as I suckled him clean. The sour flavor of my ass faded with my every suckle. It was just the saltiness of his precum now. I loved that flavor.

He slid his fingers through my thick, back hair, his pale chest rising. He was so strong and hunky. He had such a big dick, too. I loved how he fit in my mouth. Drool ran down my tongue as I bobbed my head. My big boobs quivering in my bra. I was such a naughty wife and mother.

My daughter was Damian’s age. She attended the school. Best Christian college in the area. I should be an example to her, and not be a whore cheating on her father with her classmate, but… Damian had claimed me.

I was his cheating whore.

I suckled hard on him. I loved him with all my might. His dick throbbed in my mouth. I loved that sensation as the naughty girl swirled her tongue around in my asshole. She did such wicked things to me. My toes curled as she found more of his cum.

The heat melted to my cunt. I couldn’t climax from this, but it felt so nice to have her do it. Just so wonderful having her tongue sweeping around in me. I suckled hard on his cock. I nursed with all my might on him.

He groaned as I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down his dick. I loved his cock so much. I nursed on him with everything that I had. He groaned, his face twisting in delight. I loved the way he growled.

I made him feel good.

I was so happy about that.

The girl danced her tongue around in my asshole as I suckled on him with all my might. şişli escort I wanted his cum spurting into my mouth. The naughty girl did such wicked things to my backdoor as I delivered the same naughtiness to Damian’s cock.

My tongue swirled around his cock. He growled out with delight. His face twisted in passion. I knew he was close. I suckled on him with all my passion. My pussy clenched, and my asshole tightened around Alyta’s tongue.

“Mrs. Greene,” he growled. “You married whore. Fuck, I love this. Yes!”

He erupted.

I moaned in delight as his salty cum spurted into my mouth. The heat soaked my taste buds. I trembled, my butt-cheeks clamping down around Alyta’s face, holding her in my butt-crack as I reveled in gulping down all his salty load.

I savored that delight. It was so glorious to gulp down his spunk. I shuddered, swallowing down every drop of him. He soaked my taste buds with his jizz. I trembled, my entire body shuddering with the delight of this moment.

“Mrs. Greene!” he snarled.

I swallowed down every drop of his spunk. The heat washed through me as he erupted one last time. He panted as I nursed on his cock. Alyta pulled her face from between my butt-cheeks and smacked her lips in complete satisfaction.

“Mmm, that was yummy,” she cooed.

Damian laughed, his cock twitching in my mouth.

I slid my mouth off and quivered in delight. “That was so much better than teaching my class.”

“Hope you don’t get in trouble for that,” Damian said. “But you followed us. We just came in here for a quickie.”

“I had to make sure he was satisfied so other women don’t fuck him,” said Alyta. “But now I understand that’s not my place as his future wife. It’s my place to help him fuck other women.”

“That’s right,” Damian said.

Trouble… My stomach suddenly lurched. I shoved down my skirt and pulled out my phone that was in my pocket. I kept it on silent during the school day. I had a text from my husband, nothing important, five more texts from President Espinoza, two voice mails from her, and most recently, a text from her daughter.

“President Espinoza wants to see you right away. Are you okay? She says you’re not in your classroom teaching?”

I texted back my daughter, “Upset stomach. Was in bathroom. Should have got someone to cover for me.”

“I have to go see the president,” I said, rising on my heels. Worry churned my stomach. “We’ll, uh…”

“Fuck again,” he said.

“Yes,” I moaned and went to kiss him.

He stopped me. “Your mouth was just swallowing down my cum.”

“Right, right,” I purred as he kissed my forehead instead. That felt so intimate, too. Then I hurried out of here, my stomach full of his cum and worry.

* * *

Damian Carlyle

I glanced down at Alyta kneeling there, naked. Her brassy hair framed her face. She was a cutie. She stared up at me with such heat in her eyes. I just had to fuck her hard and fast. Just had to pound her cunt. She was younger than me, but smart. In my classes.

And sexy.

I made a motion to her to turn around. She did on her knees, her rump facing me. Pale and perky. I dropped to my knees and slapped my cock down on her rump. She shivered as I slid my dick down to her pussy. I nuzzled into her trimmed bush. She quivered as I did that.

“What will you tell our mothers?” I asked her. My mom and hers had sent her to watch over me at school and keep me from fucking other women.

“That you were a good boy, Damian,” she cooed. “You only fucked me, of course.”

“That’s right,” I said and thrust to the hilt in her cunt. Her pussy clamped down on me. Tight and juicy. I loved her young cunt around my cock. “That is fucking right. You’re my woman. You do what I say, not what my other whores want, even if they are our mothers.”

“Yes, Damian,” she moaned as I drew back my cock, her hot twat gripping me. She shuddered, her voice thick and throaty. “I’m your wife, Damian. My job is to make you happy. To love and support you!”

“Damn straight,” I growled and plunged back into her.

I loved being an incubus. I could invade a woman’s dream, fuck her in my sleep, then she would want me so badly the next day. It was wild. I could make any woman my whore and cuckold their husbands. That was so hot.

I plunged deep and hard into Alyta’s cunt. I fucked her with force, reveling in the tightness of her snatch around my dick. She held me tight as I fucked her. I pounded her cunt with force. I thrust into her with all that I had.

She moaned, her pussy squeezing down around my dick. She held me tight with that hot cunt. I grunted with each plunge into her twat. I loved burying into her. It was just fabulous to fuck her like this. Just amazing to hammer her cunt with all that I had.

She groaned, squeezing her twat down around me. She held me tight with her hot pussy. Her snatch massaged me. It was glorious. Wondrous. I pounded her with all that I had. I fucked her hard and sivas escort fast.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her whimpers echoing through the room. “Oh, Damian! Oh, wow, that’s so good!”

“Yes, it is,” I growled as I fucked her. I pounded her with hard stokers. I buried into her with all that I had. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. She whimpered, he twat gripping me. I loved how wonderful that felt. It was a pure delight to have her gripping me. “Shit!”

“Mmm, yes, yes, Damian,” she moaned as I pounded her. “I love your cock. I love you with all my heart. I’m so glad to be your wife.”

I smiled as I fucked her, my hands sliding up her petite body to cup her small breasts. I massaged her little titties. She whimpered, her nipples poking hard into my hand plans. Her cunt clamped down on me as I churned her up.

There were others I wanted to fuck at the college, including one girl I had already visited in her dreams. Nene. The Japanese cutie that lived next door to me. I had fucked her and her mother in my dreams last night. That made them ripe for the plucking.

“Are you going to be my good and loving wife?” I asked Alyta.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her pussy clamping down hard on my dick.

“Then I want you to find Nene to tell her to lick your pussy clean of my cum if she wants to fuck me. Will you do that?”

“Yes!” she squealed as I fucked her hard. “Fill me up with your cum!”

I loved this power I had over her. I pounded her hard and fast. I churned her up with passion. My dick buried to the hilt in her cunt. She moaned, squeezing her twat down around me. She held me tight with that hot snatch. It was a beautiful thing.

I hammered her cunt with all that I had. I fucked her anal sheath with force. It was a wild moment. Her snatch held me tight. She massaged me with her silky sheath. I loved how she did that. It felt so wondrous around my cock.

“Shit,” I groaned as I hammered her cunt. “Oh, shit, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Damn, you got a hot pussy!”

“Thank you, Damian!” she moaned. “I’m going to cum! Oh, oh, yes, yes, I’m going to cum on your big dick!”

“Yes, you are!” I growled and slammed into her cunt, my dick reaching to her cervix. I drew back, savoring how tight she was. The pressure swelled in my balls as she squealed. Her cunt went wild around my dick.

“Damian!”

I buried back into her writhing snatch, my balls slapping into her bush. She tossed her head as her pussy massaged my dick. The silky suckle sent me over the edge. I gripped her small titties and unloaded into her cunt.

I filled her pussy with my jizz.

I flooded her with blast after blast of my cum. It was glorious to dump my load into her twat. She whimpered, her pussy spasming around me. She suckled at me with that silky snatch. I loved it. My nuts emptied themselves in her.

She gasped out her pleasure as I filled her with all my spunk. I flooded her with everything that I had. The heat washed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. It was just a delight to have all this pleasure rushing through me. I felt so good.

“Damn!” I groaned.

“Oh, Damian!” she whimpered.

The heady rush swept through me. I groaned, my face twisting in delight as I pumped the last of my cum into her. I savored the heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock as I panted. She felt so good. I loved this sensation.

I pulled out of her slowly. She gasped as I did that. My cock popped out, dripping in her cum. I smiled at the thought of her approaching Nene and getting the slut to eat her out. That would be so hot. Just a wild thing to do.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get to class.”

“Yes, Damian,” she cooed. Such a submissive and loving thing.

* * *

Mrs. Samantha Greene

I knocked on the door of President Angélica Espinoza’s office. “Enter.”

I headed in to find the Hispanic woman looking up and glaring at me. My boss was my age and also attended the same church. We were friends. She leaned back in her chair, her arms folded across her stomach.

“Where were you?” she demanded. “You didn’t show up for your class. I had to have Carlson cover for you. What were you thinking? You can’t just disappear and not get anyone to cover for you. What is going on? This isn’t like you, Samantha.”

“Sorry,” I said. It wasn’t like me. I wasn’t normally a whore for my students, but it was Damian. “I had an upset stomach. I was in the bathroom indisposed.”

“That’s why you’re so disheveled.” She looked me up and down.

“Yes,” I said, my pussy clenching.

She stood and stared at me. “Why didn’t you call me while you were in the restroom? And…” She frowned and marched around the desk. “What is that in your hair? Is that… Is that semen?”

I froze. “W-what. N-no. Of course not.”

She sniffed the air. “Lord, you reek of sex. You smell like a bordello, Samantha. You’re having an affair? With one of the students?”

“D-don’t be ridiculous,” I stammered, my heart quailing.

“What siverek escort has gotten into you, Samantha? What about your husband? Do you know what this will do to the college’s reputation if it gets out you’re sleeping with a student?”

My cheeks burned. I didn’t know what to say except to lie. “I’m not. Honest. I wouldn’t. You know me.”

“I thought I did.” She gave me a hard look. “I will find out what is going on. If you won’t tell me, go get cleaned up, then get back to your classroom. I’ll figure out what to do about you.”

I swallowed and turned to leave, my heart sinking. This was so bad. I would be fired. My husband would find out. The community. Everyone would know I had an affair with a student. My reputation would be ruined.

And yet… I would let Damian fuck me before the entire world and damn the consequences.

* * *

Nene Yamashita

I couldn’t think of anything but Damian Carlyle. The hunky boy who lived on my street. My father would be so mad if I dated a gaijin. He sent me to a Christian college to make sure I didn’t start dating. A good place with good morals, but Damian…

That dream I had last night. The most intense wet dream ever. I fingered myself when I woke up. I couldn’t sleep. I was feverish for him. I still was wet for him, my panties a sodden mess. I would do anything to sleep with him.

Anything.

A younger girl who was in some of the more advance classes came up. Alyta. You’d never think the brassy hair girl was all that smart, but she must be. She wore a smile as she sidled up at me and leaned in like we were conspirators.

“How badly do you want to be fucked by Damian?” she asked me boldly. “And don’t lie and say you don’t.”

“Badly,” I whimpered, my entire body trembling.

“As I suspected.” She licked her lips. “I’m his girlfriend, and if you want to fuck him, then you have to follow me to the restroom and lick all his cum out of my pussy. Right now.”

I couldn’t believe the obscene things this girl was saying. Her cheeks were bright red like she couldn’t, either, but… She had the same feverish heat in her eyes that I felt for Damian. I burned for him. I would do anything for him.

She headed for the girl’s restroom. We were supposed to be going to our third class of the day. I had never “played hooky” as the Americans called it, but I didn’t care. I was ditching class to… eat out a girl’s pussy. Her cum-filled pussy.

Damian’s cum.

I followed after her. She pushed open the door and headed toward a stall. We passed a girl who was touching up her makeup. We went into the last stall, our skirts swaying. I wore my old Japanese school uniform. There wasn’t a specific uniform at this school, but girls had to wear long skirts and blouses, and boys slacks and dress shirts with ties, so my tartan skirt and white blouse worked. I even had my bow tie on.

In the stall, Alyta drew up her dark skirt around her waist and revealed a brassy bush dripping in pearly spunk. I had never seen cum before, but I recognized it. She sat down on the seat, legs spread wide. She leaned back and arched an eyebrow.

I swallowed and dropped to my knees before her. I was really doing this.

For Damian.

I leaned my head as I realized there was nothing I wouldn’t do for that sexy boy with his dark hair and blue eyes. For that gaijin hunk. I nuzzled my face into the girl’s pussy. She smile down at me as I kissed her twat. My first taste of lily.

She had a sweet flavor that mixed well with the saltiness of his cum. I groaned and flicked my tongue through her folds and gathered up the mix of delicious flavors. Cum and pussy went together so well. I had no idea.

“Oh, Nene,” she moaned, her body quivering. “Oh, that’s so good. Ooh, that’s it. Just like that. Lick my pussy.”

I licked at her twat. I stroked my tongue through her petals, loving my first experience kissing a lily. Lesbianism… I never thought I would do something this naughty, but for Damian. I licked at her flower, gathering up her sweet nectar and the salty seed.

It was just so good to feast on that delight licking out of her. She was so tasty. My entire body quivered in delight. My cunt soaked my panties even more as I feasted on her. I gathered up the salty cum that spilled out of her.

“Mmm,” she cooed.

That was so encouraging to hear. I was making her feel good. I shuddered, taking joy in that. I licked her cunt with passion. My tongue flicked over her twat and gathered up more of the jizz. But there was less and less leaking out of her.

I had to go into her and find it.

I plunged my tongue into her sweet flower. She gasped as I did that, her lily clenching around me. I loved the sweetness and the saltiness. Her bush tickled my lips as I swirled around in her. I teased her with all that I had.

She squirmed there, her face twisting in delight. She enjoyed what I did to her. I loved this so much. It was so much fun to feast on her like this. I scooped out Damian’s yummy cum for her depths. She groaned in delight, her face twisting in delight.

“Yes, yes, Nene!” she moaned through the bathroom. She just wanted to serve Damian. He wanted this. It was a test to make sure I would be his slut. That I could share him with other women. “Oh, you’re making me feel so good.”

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Wayne found the new mannerisms of his possessed sister hot – definitely. However, he couldn’t help but be disturbed by a certain perpetual oddity of hers.

Inside that same basement, just a mere minute after their steamy fucking session, a grinning and naked Mikayla said to him,

“Oh, and, Wayne.”

“Y-Yeah, Mikayla?”

“Feel free to call me Runrot from time to time.”

Wayne’s heart leaped. Mikayla seemed to notice, letting loose a diabolical giggle – so smug yet deeply sensual.

“You’ll make me happy by doing it, yes, Wayne?”

“Um…”

Mikayla breathed out, looking dead-serious as she whispered,

“Yes…”

Upon glancing left to right, a confused Wayne loudly answered,

“No.”

Mikayla couldn’t help but laugh an all-too-disturbing, sultry laugh.

It was strange: the fact that Wayne’s cock had never been harder; despite having just fucked his sister for hours.

Abruptly, her laughter stopped. Mikayla maintained a small smile.

“I just know you’re raring to go again; but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a while, big boy.”

Wayne’s eyes narrowed, his face appearing suspicious.

“Why… exactly?”

“I’ve things to prepare for our parents’ return. It won’t take me a month, but it’ll be much more fun seeing you go that long without this…”

She trailed two fingers along her slit, parting it and revealing her wet, sticky cunt. Some of his semen dribbled out.

“addicting pussy.”

Wayne breathed out, apprehensive and worked up.

“Y-You can’t be fuckin’ serious.”

Mikayla moved forward and kissed him on the lips. Pulling out of the kiss, she dropped her voice to a whisper.

“Watch me.”

__

A day passed. Wayne definitely found it odd that his sister had seemingly “purchased” various occultic supplies first thing in the morning.

When he asked her how she could’ve possibly gotten them so fast and so early, she responded with a casual,

“I can fly now, Wayne. Don’t you think there are other things that I’m capable of?”

He thought for a while.

“…Fair point.”

She smiled, thereafter forbidding Wayne from entering the basement due to him having the means to cause unwarranted disruptions there.

No complaint was made on Wayne’s part.

In the breaks Mikayla took from her preparations, she made sure to bring onto her brother relentless teasing.

In a skimpy dress with no underwear: A bend over, there. A slight shaking of the ass, here. A crude innuendo, while gazing right into her brother’s eyes and watching as his cock harden… there.

Yearning followed. Tremendous yearning. In just that one day, Wayne made many requests to fuck his sister, even solely eat her out, or at the very least finger her. Mikayla shot him down each time with a coy smirk.

Then another day passed. And another – each day–for Wayne–more frustrating than the last.

Jerking off did little to satisfy Wayne – of course it did. No hand or sex toy could compare to the “addicting pussy” that was his slutty, supernatural sister’s.

Then he had a thought.

‘A month can’t be so bad… right?’

Wrong.

Wayne’s lust and blue balls elevated to a point–just three days later–that made him NEED to devise a plan. A plan to make his sister severely horny for him, the same as she made him – ideally more so.

However, that plan of Wayne’s turned out to be an absolute failure. He’d attempted to seduce–if you could even call it that–his sister by behaving in ways that are… borderline cringe – more fit for professional porn actors or models to carry out.

He’d move about without his shirt, pour water on himself, talk all raspily, etc. Unbeknownst to him, his sister did–against her better judgment–find it all hot. However, she would not allow him to have his way so easily.

Therefore she’d kept her true feelings beneath a cheeky grin and would occasionally let out laughter along with a lighthearted,

“You’re so silly!”

Due to an injury he received some years ago in football training, Wayne had acquired a certain motto that went: “Make sure to give up when it gets really hard”.

And, although reluctantly, that Wayne did.

Somberly staring at the palm of his right hand, he thought,

‘I guess I’ll have to wait after all.’

__

The day was finally here. First thing in the morning, Wayne was harder than he’d ever been. He jerked off at the sight and thought of his sister multiple times before she decided he’d had enough.

There was work to do. He was told certain things, and bestowed a specially-made suit that would help in carrying out the plan Mikayla had prepped for their parents.

Night arrived, and with it, their parents.

The front door slowly opened, and in they came.

They were dressed rather immaculately; the father wearing a crisp black suit fit for a top socialite, the mother in a luxurious cyan gown that did little to hide her more thick, salacious features.

Upon stepping inside–purposely moving with silence–they glanced about their home, making sure that everything was in şiran escort order.

When it appeared so, the mother, Bonnie was the person to loudly announce her presence by yelling,

“Wayne, Mikayla, guess who’s returned?!”

Above, hand-in-hand, the siblings came into view and began making their descent down the flight of stairs – smiles on their lips.

“Oh,” their father, Hugh, voiced in surprise.

His shock was not merely because of their hand-holding, but mainly due to them being extravagantly attired, same as he and his wife. In fact, their clothes were identical to their parents’ – solely different in color; Wayne’s white, Mikayla’s blood-red.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise!” Bonnie shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

“Come come. Allow us to have a closer look at you two.”

Wearing a satisfied smile, Hugh said,

“That allowance was well-spent, I see.”

As soon as their children made their way before them, the father stayed in place, nodding as his eyes twinkled with a certain admiration. His children had made him proud in making the necessary preparations–going the extra mile–to celebrate their return.

He simply had to tell them in a heartfelt way,

“Thank you.”

In unison, they responded with,

“Our pleasure.”

The mother giddily moved about–close around her children–appraising every nook and cranny of their features.

“Ah,” Bonnie somewhat moaned, stopping right before her daughter and shielding her eyes.

“So bright. So brilliant.”

Mikayla blushed and giggled.

Removing the hand from her face, she genuinely told her daughter,

“You were already gorgeous, as you take after me, but this? The dress, the hair, the way your makeup’s applied – everything est tout simplement magnifique! Well done, Mikayla!”

“Thank you, Mom-“

Bonnie’s eyes widened.

“I-I mean: Mother.”

Bonnie never seemed happier.

“Good. You’re learning. You’re twenty years old, at that age where you should–even in the comfort of your home–conduct yourself as if you’re of the highest class – which you are. Always keep that in mind, Mikayla.”

Mikayla nodded, smirking.

“Because I’ll be the one superseding you, leading the company in the future.”

Her mother’s eyes narrowed, and she let out a low and dignified laugh, hiding her mouth with her palm.

When her laughter came down, she looked really and truly impressed.

“How unusually arrogant of you. You’re not inherently superior due to your age or experience – no one is. How you perform, as well as your actions, will unequivocally speak for itself. Therefore, solely if or when you perform finer than your brother, DiaGlade shall belong to you.”

Mikayla glanced at her brother.

“Then I must say, Mother, that I truly am looking forward to outclassing Wayne in every category.”

Wayne didn’t find her words amusing, unlike his father. The man watched his daughter with a certain intensity. It seemed as if something inside him was bawling out to say: “You! You, Mikayla! You’re everything and deserve-!”

When it looked like he was about to vocally voice his thoughts, Mikayla clenched her fists, reining in his supernatural admiration for her.

‘Too artificial; not yet perfect,’ she thought.

“You outclass your brother in arrogance, that’s for certain. Speaking of.”

Bonnie hastily sat her eyes on her son, causing him to appear nervous, though he quickly straightened his posture.

“Monsieur Wayne McKnight, I do adore what you’ve done with yourself. Don’t be shy, Son. Strike a few poses.”

Wayne chuckled.

“Respectfully, I refuse, Mother.”

“Oh? Is that right?”

“It is – completely, Mother.”

Both Bonnie and Hugh grinned.

Next, Mikayla gleefully parted her lips to announce,

“Be amazed, dear gorgeous parents of mine, for I’ve prepared something of a feast that I believe you’ll come to enjoy.”

At her words, intrigue followed.

The family took their seats at the dining table, anticipating–with grins–the various delicacies spread out before them.

“My,” Hugh said,

“it seems you’ve outdone yourself, Mikayla.”

Mikayla showed all her pearly whites and–for a split second–everyone saw her body heighten in an ominous red glow.

When she next giggled, it sounded distorted; twisted; overly loud and demonic.

“As… I tend to, no?”

An awkward silence fell over the room. Everyone looked deeply uncomfortable, yet at the same time immensely aroused.

Wayne was the one to nervously get out,

“Mi-Mikayla?”

She licked her lips, excitement elevating.

“All according to plan, Wayne.”

Wayne shivered, then Mikayla’s voice went raspy–in an odd way–while calmly telling Hugh,

“This here’s a truly special dish that’ll make even your soul bound. Delight in consuming everything, Daddy.”

“I-What is this?” Her father found himself horrified, seeing as he unwillingly went to gobble away at the food – knife and fork gripped a tad too tight.

He ate; elegantly but şirinevler escort also with a rapt eagerness.

Meanwhile, Bonnie seemed unable to concentrate, drowsy; eyes shutting every now and again.

“Wayne.”

Mikayla’s giddy voice took Wayne out of his astonishment.

“Y-Yeah, Mikayla?”

“Be a dear and take Mom to the basement, would you? She’s getting a tad sleepy, and it’ll make me glad if she sleeps tied up in ‘that’ chair.”

“You want me to tie her up and have her sleep in a chair? Mikayla, c’mon, she’s Mom. You can’t be-“

Mikayla laughed, quickly simmering down to casually tell him with a grin,

“Listen to your fucking big sis, Wayne. I won’t repeat myself.”

Gulping, Wayne nodded to eagerly do as told, leaving the room with his now unconscious mother in his arms.

Setting her fiery eyes on her apparently gluttonous father, Mikayla told him,

“You can stop eating now, Daddy.”

That Hugh did, shyly looking at his daughter after the act.

“Mikayla… really, what on Earth is going on?”

“Long story short, Daddy: Wayne and I did a ritual we saw on the internet, and I was lucky to have merged my soul with the ghost of the most phenomenal woman to have walked the Earth.”

“That’s…”

She giggled.

“But you don’t actually care what’s the cause of this new idiosyncrasy, do you? You only seem to care about that-“

She bit down on her lower lip, letting out a soft moan, watching as her father’s face tightened.

“persistent erection of yours.”

He blushed turning his head; eyes going all ’bout as he made his best attempt to look anywhere but his daughter’s direction.

“Don’t be like that, Daddy.”

Hugh gasped, reeling back. The man was wildly shocked to see his daughter suddenly on her knees right in front of him.

“Calm down.”

Mikayla’s cheerful words had a profound effect on him, and so that he did.

He saw that all the while, her gaze never left the massive erection which showed itself through his pants.

“I can see why Wayne’s as big as he is.”

She looked up at him, eyes dazzling with glee.

“You want me to suck on it, Daddy?”

“Absolutely!”

Hugh evidently surprised himself with that plea. His daughter went right to work out, unzipping his pants and watching as his massive, throbbing BBC bounced free.

Mikayla gasped in delight, afterward chuckling while rubbing her face against it.

‘So cute!’ Was her father’s thought.

Pressing her lips to the tip of his cock, Mikayla gazed up into his eyes, saying,

“I’m so glad you think I’m cute, Daddy.”

Hugh’s eyes bulged; doing so evene further as Mikayla completely took him in her mouth.

At a rapid pace, her head went down and up.

Lewd, sloppy sounds resounded – coupled with Hugh’s stifled moans.

“~Oh… my God, Mikayla~.”

Her attentive, exhilarated eyes never left his whilst she bobbed on his cock, taking both hands–one at the top, one down low–to enhance the experience.

She began jerking his cock while obscenely sucking him off like the whore she was. Within moments, Hugh groaned and grabbed her head with both hands; having her chin touch his balls while shooting load after load down her throat.

Hugh moaned and tensed, while Mikayla kept her lips around his still-erect cock for a while. When finally, she removed her father from her mouth, she swallowed every ounce of his semen.

“My daughter… Mikayla, that was… Wow.”

Mikayla let out a cute little giggle, rising to her feet.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Daddy.”

She turned her back to him, lifting her dress to reveal her bare ass; drenched pussy. Juices ran down her legs.

Mikayla then slowly lowered her ass while swaying her hips side to side.

“I can’t wait to finally have your big black cock deep inside me, Daddy.”

She brought her hips down hard, impaling herself on his dick to immediately bawl out – lustful glee overtaking her.

“Fuck, Daddy!”

She began bouncing up and down, gyrating her hips, making her father moan and groan.

“Your dick feels ~ngh~ so fucking good!”

“Ah-Mi-Mikayla! Your pussy’s…”

He embraced from behind, holding her down to jackhammer her cunt.

“Your pussy’s so tight!”

He gave her a thrust so wild and powerful it made her ferociously scream, squirt all over his huge tool.

“It’s strangling my cock!!!”

With a final scream and groan on Hugh’s part, his balls tightened, and he filled his daughter’s womb with his hot and sticky seed.

“~Ah~,” Mikayla moaned, eyes rolling back.

“You’re making me… cum again, Daddy.”

The increasing tightness of her snug cunt wrung out much more of Hugh’s semen, causing him to grit his teeth–shake–in a mixture of pain and pleasure while emptying his balls.

After a while, when the two simmered down, Mikayla–still sitting on her daddy’s cock–told him,

“Now the basement.”

As soon as Mikayla uttered those words, for Hugh, everything went black.

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When şirinyer escort Hugh’s eyes slowly unfurled, he was dumbfounded to find himself in his illuminated basement, tied to a chair – sturdy lengths of rope surrounding his form.

He first looked upward, seeing that above, what kept the room alight was a single chandelier adorned with black candles. It harbored a strange ethereal red glow; one that made Hugh horny just by gazing at it.

“This is all so…”

Shaking his head, the man sent his gaze to his left. There sat his unconscious wife; in very much the same state as himself.

“Bonnie, w-!”

Then he finally caught sight of it.

A rudimentary, hecticly-drawn circle of what appeared to be dried blood, encompassed the couple. It was disturbing, yet simultaneously brought–for reasons that continue to elude Hugh–much more arousal.

Two claps resounded. Then a spotlight shone on Mikayla, who stood a little ways to Hugh’s right – her slightly nervous brother at her side.

“W-Wayne? Mikayla?”

Mikayla’s lips curled into a grin.

“Do it, Wayne.”

“I-I don’t know if I can-“

She giggled. Then she laughed; overtime becoming shockingly obnoxious. And suddenly there was no more laughter. Suddenly her grin lacked all emotion.

‘Terrifying,’ Wayne thought.

“If you won’t do this for me, then I’m afraid I’ll have to remove that seal on your arousal.”

Face doused in panic, Wayne race-walked toward his father. Stopping before him, he steeled his resolve then slapped Hugh across the cheek.

Wayne gulped, watching as his father looked at him in disbelief. Rage speedily followed.

“You must have lost your-“

“There,” Mikayla seriously spoke, clenching a fist. Afterward, the circle of dried blood around her brother and parents went ablaze, and a sophisticated formation of red grass took its place.

Wayne quickly backpedaled, leaving the circle.

‘Voodoo?!’ was Hugh’s frightened thought.

“Not quite, Daddy.”

When Mikayla then snapped her fingers, an odd whirring sound resounded.

Wayne had to look at his sister and ask,

“Where’s that sound coming from? The hell’d you go and build?”

Her face went absolutely serious, and her voice took on that twisted demonic sound as she told him,

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, little boy.”

“‘L-Little boy’? You’re only two years older than me.”

Mikayla shook her head, donning a small smile whilst setting her eyes on her terrified and perplexed father.

“Not anymore, Wayne.”

Mikayla focused on her father’s eyes, and the whirring increased in volume. He began looking drowsy, dead in the eyes.

“Now, Daddy, you’ll do all your precious little girl asks of you, ain’t that right?”

“Correct… my daughter.”

She chuckled.

“You’re amazing, Daddy. I love you.”

A smile pulled at his lips.

“I… love you too, beloved firstborn.”

Wayne cringed.

“‘Beloved firstborn’?” he asked.

“I’m not the only one who finds that sentence weird, right?”

“Eh, who cares,” she voiced unemotionally, subsequently going right back to smiling.

“Now, Daddy, look above pretty please.”

That Hugh did, seeing that where once dwelled a chandelier, now roomed a massive hypnotic watch, gleaming with the same light the chandelier did.

“Seriously, what do you do?” Wayne asked.

“Is this magic or some dark arts shit?”

Eyes not leaving her father, she told him,

“‘Tis magic mixed with refined technology from back in the day. Technology which I’d been preparing; linked with myself and thereby activated by certain subtle gestures I perform.”

Those words seemed to have went in one ear of Wayne’s then out the other. He comprehended nothing. Not truly. He shrugged.

“Okay, okay. I see.”

“You see nothing, unlike our father who sees within that magnific watch bountifulness.”

When Mikayla whistled, her father perked up, but kept his eyes to the looming hypnotic watch.

“Daddy, repeat after me. Phī̀n̂xng h̄æ̀ng Crianstaal, c̄hạn xyū̀ thī̀ nī̀.”

“Lūk h̄lān k̄hxng Crianstaal, c̄hạn xyū̀ thī̀ nī̀.”

“The hell kinda demonic language is that?”

“It’s not demonic, it’s my, Runrot’s first language: Thai.”

“O-Oh…”

Parting her lips, Mikayla coolly said,

“Mā pheụ̄̀x c̄hạn. Teim tĕm khwām ẁāng pel̀ā k̄hxng c̄hạn d̂wy thuk s̄ìng – d̂wy khwām h̄wạng thī̀ ca nảphā pị s̄ū̀ yukh thī̀thæ̂ cring.”

“Mā pheụ̄̀x c̄hạn. Teim tĕm khwām ẁāng pel̀ā k̄hxng c̄hạn d̂wy thuk s̄ìng – d̂wy khwām h̄wạng thī̀ ca nảphā pị s̄ū̀ yukh thī̀thæ̂ cring.”

“Chụ̄̀nchm… Runrot.”

“Chụ̄̀nchm… Runrot.”

A mystifying white light cocooned Hugh’s totality, and the machine’s whirring diminished to complete silence.

When the white light vanished, Hugh’s head snapped down and he looked at Mikayla with a grin, genuine glee in his eyes.

“My goddess… Runrot, it’s you.”

She smirked.

“It’s me, but the name’s Mikayla now.”

She winked, and the rope about his form turned to ashes.

Hugh immediately went on one knee, gaze to the floor; clearly overflowing with glorious reverence.

“I waited in the void, for your return, for your rule, for what felt like eternity. Congratulations, Queen Mikayla.”

Mikayla’s eyes narrowed, and she grinned.

“Many thanks, Daddy. Now, I have no more use for you here.”

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At seven Jo messaged me to say that the fridges had arrived and were working perfectly and Ruth drank half a bottle of Champagne before she fell asleep, Ruth had said it was a lovely taste and cooled her throat. Sister Maria had suggested using ice cubes in a bucket to chill the Champagne faster.

Jo also said it was a young priest that ran all the church’s websites and he knew of the app for the appointment system and would install it tomorrow. I asked Jo if she could arrange for a printer to print business cards with Father Ted and my email address at St Thomas, along with my work mobile number, I asked how many parishioners there were and she said just over one thousand six hundred, I asked her to get me two thousand cards.

That weekend was spent looking after mum, we had a very relaxing weekend, mum told me that John would definitely be attending my first mass and his secretary would inform St Thomas on Monday. This got me thinking about my speech, I was going to introduce new ways to do things which would make it easier for the congregation to get in touch with me and would allow me to save a lot of time.

Jo phoned me on Monday morning to tell me the Archbishop would attend my first mass on Sunday, this was a great honour as he rarely did this, I told Jo it would be because I was the best in my year and he’d taken an interest in the church’s I had worked in. Jo suggested that she could be free on Wednesday afternoon and could be at the cottage at twelve-thirty. I told her I’d be there.

Wednesday afternoon came around so quickly, the time with Jo was excellent, she was so hot, I had brought a little bottle of Coconut Oil, that little bottle gave us both so much pleasure during the four hours we were there. I gave Jo three vaginal orgasms when I ass fucked her, all three were body-shaking orgasms, after that I lubed her massive breasts, Jo got a surprise when I put my stiff cock between her breasts and asked her to press her breasts together, against my cock and I’d give her a titty fuck, Jo said, “Ted, I’m so glad you’ve introduced me to Coconut Oil, it’s much better than the KY jelly I’ve been using, do you like how I’m squeezing my nipples so hard as you titty fuck me?”

“Jo, I feel so comfortable around you, we both want to have pleasure in bed, you give me pleasure and you give yourself pleasure too, we work well as a team and I love your big tits.”

“That’s so true, it’s knowing and understanding on how to have pleasure, there was a priest in his sixties that took my virginity, he was useless in bed, my Mother Superior had taught me about the vows I would be taking on poverty, obedience and chastity, the understanding of these vows varies a lot, poverty doesn’t come into it, we live well, we eat and drink well, we don’t live in poverty. We’re all obedient, which makes us all submissive in bed. In the year before I took my vows my Mother Superior explained and offered me a way that I could have sex and still remain a nun.”

“Twenty years ago, I was so like Sister Maria is today. I was a novice nun with a voluptuous body, every night I was pleasuring myself with my fingers, I was making myself cum at least once a day. One night after I’d cum I took a shower as my juice was running down my thighs. The shower jet was so powerful, I positioned the jet from the shower head on my pussy and spread my cunt flaps, I was amazed at the pleasure the jet gave me when it hit my clit, I keep the jet on my clit until I climaxed, my whole body shook when I came. Then a voice said, “Did you enjoy that Sister Joan?”

It was my Mother Superior, she must have watched me cum, I took a deep breath and said, “Mother Superior, I must be honest, I enjoyed it, the jet from the shower has given me the best orgasm in my life.”

She looked at my naked body and said, “Water masturbation can be excellent if you’re solo, please dry yourself and come to my room.”

“Ted, that’s how I started to have sex with a woman on a regular basis, she explained to me that the church had a problem with losing nuns and priests because of the celibacy laws, as she put it. When a novice felt she didn’t want to be celibate, she still didn’t have the social and sexual skills to satisfy a man, then we should provide her with these skills which would benefit the priests and save us from losing another nun.”

That’s how it started with me, for a month I was having sex with my Mother Superior, the amount of experience, knowledge and pleasure I had in this month was incredible. I was taken to a church one evening, we entered by a back door, I was told to confess to lustful thoughts, he asked how lustful were your thoughts? I had to tell him I wanted to suck cock then I had to ask, would you like me to suck you off? A stiff cock appeared between the curtains, I had to compliment him on the size of his cock then I took him in my mouth. This was the first simav escort cock I’d seen in my life; my Mother Superior had trained me on how to deep throat her biggest dildo and how to tongue wash his heavy balls.”

“As with everything with sex I soon found out that I was enjoying giving him oral, he gave me no warning as he flooded my throat with his seed, I brought his cock into my mouth and tasted his creamy spunk, I’d been told to suck and swallow which I did. I came off his cock, he withdrew it behind the curtains and said, “Thank you Sister, for your first blow job you have done well, I give 9 out of 10, if you use your tongue more before you take the cock in your mouth this will give more pleasure to whoever you’re sucking off, in the next confessional box there’s another priest waiting for you, when you enter the box say, good evening Father would you like me to suck you off?

This time a bigger stiff cock, than the previous priest appeared between the curtains. I nibbled his hard shaft and licked him everywhere, he came so quickly, I got 10 out of 10 this time, I was hoping that I would have to suck another cock but it didn’t happen my Mother Superior drove me home, I’d done well.”

“My next assignment was with an older priest, he’s the one who deflowered me, he would come to the convent once a week, he gave me a lot of firsts, anal and a titty fuck. But let’s get back to Maria, I believe she is ready to experience some sexual pleasure, Ted would you like to work with me on her education, I noticed her brushing her big breast against your arm as she poured your wine, the way she looks at you tells me she’s interested in you. She was so impressed with the Champagne you gave Ruth; would you like me to give her your private number and ask her to update you on Ruth’s condition?”

“Jo, why not, she’s got magnificent big breasts, I understand your thinking on this, let’s do it, if she’s a problem with the chastity vows then you can help her, and I’ll do my bit too.”

Jo smiled and said, “What a handful her tits are, I’m looking forward to getting a mouthful of them myself, her nipples get so hard and she loves them squeezed tightly.”

“Jo, give her my private number, I want to do you doggy style as I want to ensure your pussy is tingling as you lie in bed tonight.”

Jo was well satisfied when we left the cottage, I’d asked Jo about the cottage and who knew about it and what it was used for? She told me it was owned by the church and used by the bishop as his love nest, but nobody knew that. Father Peter knew about it as the running costs were taken from St Thomas budget. As I drove home I was looking forward to Saturday knowing I was going to have an exciting future.

When I got home, mum was at her yoga, I took the time to start working on my speech, Jo had told me she’d given Father Paul my number, he was the priest doing the website and he wanted to talk to me about the times I wanted for the appointment system. When he phoned, I was impressed as he gave me a lot of suggestions and several other things that would reduce a priest’s workload. We spoke for over forty-five minutes and his suggestions also helped me with my speech.

My phoned beeped, I had a message from Sister Maria, it read, “Dear Father Ted, Mother Joan has given me your mobile number as she would like me to keep you updated on Sister Ruth’s condition as Mother Ann is so busy preparing things for your arrival on Saturday.”

“That was a lovely gesture you made to Sister Ruth, I don’t think she’s long for this life but she’s perked up with her Champagne, she told me that her throat had been on fire and now it’s feels as though it’s been cooled. She’s being give two injections a day, Dr Kay is wonderful as are Sisters Karen and Ann. It hasn’t been easy for Mother Joan as she didn’t get on with Father Peter, we are all looking forward to Saturday when you take over from Father Peter. Father Peter’s brother is spending this week with Father Peter and he has not been around which is giving Mother Joan a lot more work.”

“I hope all is good with you and you’re enjoying your holiday. I will keep you updated on any developments here. Kind Regards, novice Sister Maria.”

I replied, “Dear Maria, thank you so much for taking the time to update me on Sister Ruth’s condition, if the Champagne is giving her some relief, then I’m happy, I saw the kindness in her eyes and I wanted to help her. I’m not on holiday, I’m working on Sunday’s sermon. Please help Sister Joan as she’s a lovely lady as you are. She’ll give you good advice, please be honest with her as she wants the best for you. When will you take your vows? Please update me about what’s happening at St Thomas and Sister Ruth. Sister Maria I’m looking forward to working with you and Mother Joan, Sisters Karen and Ann. Do you know why Father Peter and Mother Joan fell out? Regards Ted, please call me Ted when we write privately, Ted.”

I was happy sincan escort Maria had messaged me as I continued to work on my speech, chatting earlier with Father Paul had helped the speech. I was now trimming it as I didn’t want to speak for longer than five minutes, I’d learned this at the seminary, keep them short and to the point.

My phone beeped, Maria had replied, “Dear Ted, thank you for allowing me to call you Ted, I feel honoured. I take my vows in eight months’ time, I’m a little worried about this as I’m getting older, I’m having more unclean thoughts on a much more regular basis, I suppose it’s part of growing up, I read in a book that my unclean thoughts are the devil’s way of tempting me.”

“I’ve only been here for two years and don’t know the reason for their disagreement though this week Father Peter hasn’t been around and it’s a much happier and nicer place to work. Father Peter drinks a lot and his brother is the same, they drink all day long.”

“I was thinking that maybe I should come to you when you’re here and confess to you as I can’t do that with Father Peter, he does things to me that excite me and give me the unclean thoughts.”

“I tasted the Champagne tonight, there was just over a glass left in the bottle, I drank it and it was delicious, Sister Ruth will get a fresh bottle in the morning. Thanks for taking the time to write back, I’m looking forward to your speech on Sunday, there’s a rumour going around that the Archbishop is going to be here for your first mass, if I hear any more then I’ll let you know, kind regards Maria.”

I decided to reply to Maria, I wrote, “Dear Maria, thanks for your message, maybe you should have a word with Mother Joan, I’m sure she’ll give you valuable life lessons, you should perhaps tell her about your inner demons as she’ll be able to advise you in so many ways. Of course, I’d love to hear your confession, as WhatsApp is encrypted your message can only be read by you or me, a bit like confession I’d like to know how Father Peter excited you and gave you the unclean thoughts.”

“The archbishop will be in St Thomas on Sunday for my first mass, he ordained me and I was a good student at the seminary, he’s taken an interest in me and guided me through my church career.

Look forward to hearing from you, Ted”

Five minutes later Maria replied, she wrote, “Thanks Ted, I appreciate this so much and I’m so happy that the Archbishop is coming to your first mass at St Thomas, Sunday will be a big day for you and all the nuns in the Convent.”

“It all started around seven months ago with Father Peter, one day he told me I’d beautiful breasts, I thanked him for telling me as I’ve been self-conscious about them as they are so big. He would brush his hand or arm against them when he was close to me or passing. At the beginning he had done this only once, then three weeks or a month later he’d do it again, it got to the stage that I was hoping he would do it as it made my breasts and other parts of my body tingle.”

“In the first four or five months he brushed against my breasts maybe ten or twelve times. Then things changed, instead of brushing against them he started fondling them, if I was close to him he’d feel them, whenever I saw him my nipples hardened.”

“I knew his timetable, I knew when he was about and I started being in private places with him, he was fondling my breasts every day and telling me he loved my big tits and every time he did it, I was soaked down below. Just before his brother arrived, he’d come up behind me and cup my breasts telling me how he loved big breasts, he’d squeeze my nipples hard and that give me lots of tingles, the last time he fondled me from behind he was also pushing into me from behind, I could feel his hard erection at my backside, I was so curious after that but that was the last time, he fondled me. What should I do now? What should I say to Mother Joan, should I tell her what I’ve told you? I’ll still be awake for a while if you can reply, Ted thank you for taking this interest in me, kind regards, Maria.”

I phoned Jo and told her everything that Maria had told me, Jo finished the talk by saying, “Ted, Peter was playing with her tits and I’m playing with her tits, reply to her and tell her to tell everything to me, after you reply to her message me, I’ll wait five minutes then phone and invite her for a glass of wine in my bedroom, I think I’ll be playing with more than her tits tonight.”

I had just finished replying to Maria and messaged Jo when Mum came home and started cooking a gorgeous meal just wearing a kimono. As she worked at the microwave, I went behind her and cupped her massive breasts, just as Peter had done to Maria, I nibbled on her earlobe as I pushed my erection against her butt, mum said, “Ted, I love it when you fondle my breasts like this, you’re firm but gentle and love feeling your hard cock at my butt. After dinner we’re going straight to bed, sinop escort we’ve only three nights left until you’re at St Thomas, this holiday has been great, when will you come and look after me when you start work?”

“Babs, I’ve enjoyed it too, going to bed with you every night then waking up in the morning with you has been great, how many times a week do you want to see me? It’s only a short drive.”

“As often as you can darling, I can’t visit you which is a pity, I’d say three times a week is the minimum and more if you can manage it.”

“Babs, let me get settled in then we’ll get into a routine, if you need me urgently let me know and I’ll be there.”

The next morning mum and I were still in bed at eleven, we’d woken up at eight, we had showered together, mum had put on an even sexier kimono and was cooking breakfast, I checked my phone, I had a message from Jo.

“Good morning Ted, Maria spent the night with me, we had a bottle of wine and a long chat, I put on a very sexy negligee when I knew she was coming to my bedroom, she was wearing a top and a pair of jeans, she’s the same cup size as me, the bra and massive panties she was wearing are now in the bin, the pants she was wearing you could make twenty thongs out of it. I’ve so much lingerie that I’ve given her quite a bit of very sexy lingerie, I’ve also given her some working bras that don’t push her big breasts out.”

“Ted, Maria is very affectionate, she loves to give pleasure though she hasn’t a lot of experience, I told her that it was normal and common to have sexual needs and urges and still be a nun but she must be discreet and careful who she had sex with, she accepted this. I told her I was on the pill, I asked her if she would like to go on the pill as Father Ted may want to have sex with you as priests have the same sexual needs and urges as nuns. When I asked her this, I had two fingers deep inside her gorgeous cunt and my thumb working her huge clit, she’s now on the pill. I don’t see any problems with Maria, she wants to give pleasure and I’ll teach her how to do that. She’s coming tonight after supper and I’m going to shave her gorgeous cunt. I’ll have to keep you updated, I’m thinking about you Jo.”

Mum and I didn’t do anything on Friday, if we weren’t in bed we were lounging around drinking wine. Jo messaged on Friday morning saying that Maria had never had a man before but she’d burst her hymen with the handle of a hairbrush. Jo felt that Maria was ready now and was confident that soon she’d be excellent in bed. She asked if I could be there around ten on Saturday morning? I messaged her back saying I’d be there.

Saturday morning came, mum woke me at seven, her butt plug was in, she was ready for anal and I was ready to give it to her. I gave her three vaginal orgasms then did her gorgeous pussy doggy style. We showered together, mum made breakfast and I left as she was going to the hairdresser to have her hair done for tomorrow, she hugged and kissed me so lovingly, I said, “Babs, I’m only a phone call away.”

It was just after nine, I was happy that I’d be early, my phone rang, it was Jo, I answered and Jo said, “Ted, I’ve some sad news, Sister Ruth passed away in her sleep last night, Dr Kay has been in and given the death certificate, she wasn’t in any pain and she’s now at peace with herself. The undertakers have been here and she’s now in her coffin and lying in the second sacristy of the church, she’ll be buried on Monday, if it’s suitable for you, at ten o’clock, when do think you’ll be here?”

“Jo, she’s at peace now, no problem with the mass on Monday, I’ll be with you in ten minutes.”

“Ted, that’s great, Peter and his brother are flying to Australia tomorrow morning to visit another brother, their tickets are non-changeable otherwise he would have done it. It’s not a happy place here today, we’ll just have to get on with it, looking forward to seeing you.”

I arrived at the Chapel House, the door was opened by Sister Maria with Mother Joan standing behind her, I said, “Good morning, we have had a bad start to the day, hopefully things will get better, how are both of you?”

Jo said, “What’s happened was expected, we’ll get over it and life will go on, I’d better give you a key to the door then you can come and go as you please, is this your only suitcase and we’ll take you to your bedroom?”

Sister Maria said, “Father Ted, may I carry it for you? I will look after all your laundry.”

I smiled and said, “I’ll carry it Sister Maria, I think my laundry will be good in your safe hands.”

Both Jo’s and Maria’s massive breasts looked incredible in their habits, both their wide sensuous hips looked amazing as I followed them to my bedroom, I was wondering how long it would be before I got a threesome with these two.

I complimented Jo on the excellent job on my bedroom, the bathroom was luxurious, Jo and Maria unpacked my suitcase, Jo took a pair of my trousers and put it in the trouser press then said, “Shall we have a cappuccino?”

I said, “I’d love one.”

“Sister Maria, would you make three cappuccinos and join us in the lounge where we can have some peace and quiet?”

“Yes Mother Joan, I’ll get them now and thank you for inviting me to join you.”

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PART 2

Main characters.

I, Helen, 20

Dan, my 42-year-old Dad

Eric, My 22-year-old boyfriend. Star Quarterback at my college.

In this story, we will meet Helen, and her growing desire to fuck her Dad, Dan.

In the first part, Helen discovered, as an indirect consequence of her stud, Quarterback boyfriend that she really wanted to fuck her Dad.

She watched him fuck their neighbor and this turned on Helen, to a degree unheard of.

At the end of part 1, she finally told her boyfriend if it would be ok, and to her surprise, he agreed.

This is a taboo story, so if you don’t like to read these kinds of stories, go to the next one.

Enjoy, and for new readers of my material, I am not an English Native speaking person (I’m Swedish, so excuse my Swenglish)

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“Daddy, I know you’ve been working like crazy, and it’s Friday, so, I want to cook you a fabulous dinner tonight. Tonight will be all about you.

I could hear the smile in his voice over the phone. “Sounds great Sweet girl, I’ll be home around 7 or so. I’m looking forward to the dinner.”

I spent the afternoon cooking. I made Stroganoff, broccoli with cheese sauce, and a nice cherry pie for dessert. I put on Daddy’s favorite music mix of oldies from his college days. I set the table and even put some flowers in a vase. I poured some of the Merlot out into a tumbler and added enough vodka to refill the bottle. I added some mashed sleeping pills and shook the cocktail, then I poured a little into a wine glass and tasted it. I couldn’t taste a thing but the wine. So I added a bit more vodka. Still no vodka taste! I added just a little bit more for good measure. I put the bottle on the dining room table with the place settings.

I was all sweaty from my work in the kitchen. This would never do! I jumped in the shower and got myself all cleaned up for Daddy. I used my favorite summery-scented body wash, lathering it all over my body. But of course, I imagined that it was Daddy’s strong hands caressing me, soaping up my tummy, lathering my thighs, squeezing my titties, and sliding two fingers into my pussy. In and out, back and forth, playing with my clit. I felt my breath starting to come in little gasps and felt my knees start to weaken. No! I stopped myself. I was really tempted to give myself an orgasm right there in the shower but decided to wait. Soon I would have the real thing, my Daddy’s fabulous cock, inside me for real. I could wait for that.

After my shower, I put on my new yellow tank top and knee-length white skirt. I put my hair up in a ponytail with a nice yellow ribbon and painted my fingernails yellow, too. I decided against wearing any makeup. I didn’t want it rubbing off on Daddy when we started getting intimate!

Everything was ready. I poured myself a small wine glass of unspiked wine from the tumbler and sat on the living room sofa to wait for Daddy. I was still thinking about his long, thick cock, and how good it would feel in my hands, in my mouth, and in my pussy. I thought about how Daddy would instantly realize, as soon as his cock was inside me, that we were meant for each other; that his cock and my pussy were a pair ordained by the heavens. That the pleasure would blow away anything he’d ever felt before. And how we would be lovers forever after. The sexy, loving thoughts, as well as the wine, were giving me a nice warm buzz.

When I heard his key in the lock, I put my wine glass aside and ran to the foyer. As Daddy walked in the door, I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. How I wanted to plant that kiss on his mouth, to snake my tongue down his throat, and rip his clothes off him! But I knew I had to chip away at his inhibitions first. I would stick to my plan.

“How was your day, Daddy?”

“Oh, the usual, Sweet girl. I’m just glad to be home. What are you cooking? It smells wonderful, and my God, you look…. incredible!”

I watched him stare at what I was wearing. More to the point, what I wasn’t wearing. The yellow tank top struggled to contain my large breasts, braless, a large expanse of side-boob protruded around the almost completely transparent material. My areolas and nipples were completely visible.

I took his briefcase and put it aside. I loosened his tie and took his hand and guided him to the sofa.

“Thank you, Daddy. Let me get you a glass of wine, and I’m glad you like my new top.”

“Oh, God, I do, and can’t wait.”

Can’t wait for the wine or the fuck, we’re gonna do later on?

I poured some of the spiked wine into a large wine glass. I sniffed it carefully. It smelled normal. I took it back out and gave it to him.

We sat on the sofa for a while, just talking about little things as Daddy unwound from his day at the office.

Daddy siirt escort had noticed that my skirt had ridden app my ass and in the process revealed the bulge of my pussy sitting snugly in the white thong between my upper thighs. I noticed his glances but made no remark or indication of my disapproval, no, on the contrary. When I laughed I arched my back, and threw back my head in laughter, knowing that more of my wet pussy was exposed to Daddy and for him to take a better look at the pussy he was going lick and fuck in only a few hours.

Eventually, we went to the dining room and I served. “More wine, Daddy?” I made sure his glass was never empty.

“This Stroganoff is delicious. I sure love your cooking.”

“Thank you Daddy, but make sure to save room for cherry pie!”

“You are a wonder. It will be a lucky man who marries you!”

I just smiled to myself and poured him some more wine. I limited my own wine intake and only drank from the unspiked wine in the tumbler in the kitchen. I didn’t want to lose my own head.

“Ready for dessert, Daddy? Cherry pie, your favorite!”

He loosened his belt. “Maybe a little slice. I’m pretty stuffed. And I’m getting tired, too.”

I got up and kissed him on the top of the head.

“Coming right up.” I went to the kitchen, and I could feel his stare at my round butt cheeks, half exposed to him. I cut him a huge slice of pie, and headed for the dining room, humming and smiling happily to myself. As soon as I got within sight of the table, I stopped short.

There was Daddy, chin on his chest, fast asleep.

I sat the plate in front of him.

“Here you go, Daddy, a nice slice of pie.”

No response. I carefully poked his shoulder. Nothing. I shook him, gently. Not a twitch.

Great, time for part two. I maneuvered his body so I could reach my arms under his, clasp my hands together in front of his chest and get him to his feet. But he was very wobbly, and I had to steady him as we sluggishly made our way to the guest bedroom, I knew there was no way I was going to get him up the stairs to his bedroom, so I brought him to our guest room. When I got him there, I let him down slowly, and he collapsed onto the bed on his back.

I looked at his sleeping form. He was snoring gently. I untied his shoes and took them off. I unbuttoned his shirt and wiggled it out from under him. And then I unbuckled his belt and trousers and pulled them down his legs. I folded his clothes neatly and placed them on a chair.

My eyes traveled down his tanned muscled chest and abs following the dark trail of hair leading to his giant bulge. God, how I wanted to tear off his underwear and ride him hard, but I had to secure him first.

I bit my lip and made myself focus and after tying one end of a rope around one of the thick metal bars on the headboard I carefully moved Daddy’s big hand and positioned the other end of the rope beneath his wrist. I kept an eye on his face for any signs of waking up; having no clue what I would say if he woke up to see his sweet little girl tying him to a bed.

I gently tied a knot that I’d learned online that prevented him from easily removing his hand while also making sure not to hurt him if he struggled to free himself which I was sure he would. Then I crept to the opposite side of his bed, lifted his heavy arm from his chest to the pillow beneath his head, and repeated the process of tying him to the headboard. I finished the knot and made sure both ends were secure. My heart galloped even faster than it already had been — which was disconcerting even for someone as young as me, I might just give myself a heart attack by the end of this night – when he grumbled something and moved his head to face me, but I breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes stayed closed in sleep.

Once he was securely tied to the bedposts, I pulled his underwear down to his knees. His cock, even though it was limp as a noodle, was still beautiful. I wanted it.

I went to stand at the end of the bed as excited anticipation flooded my veins but I also felt the fluttering of nervous butterflies in my tummy at what was about to happen. I wondered what his reaction was going to be when he eventually woke up from his deep sleep. Will he be very angry with me? I pushed those thoughts from my mind, afraid if I thought too hard about what I was about to do, I might chicken out.

His soft cock nestled against his thick thigh and his heavy balls rested between his spread legs. I swallowed in desire and awe at the male form; at Daddy’s naked body which I was seeing properly for the first time by the light of the full moon shining through the window along with the hall light that crept in the door.

I licked my lips as I slowly and quietly knelt on the end of the bed between Daddy’s silifke escort legs and after waiting for a moment to watch if he awakened to the shifting of the mattress, I crawled up between his thighs until I could go no further. I rested one elbow on my knee for leverage as I leaned forward to get a closer look at Daddy’s sex.

I hesitantly reached out and softly touched the shaft of his circumcised cock and I was surprised at how soft it felt.

My heart raced and my skin shivered as I traced my finger along a vein up to the head and watched as it moved making me jerk back in surprise. After checking that Daddy was still asleep, for the first time in my life, I wrapped my fingers around it.

My white hand and yellow fingernails made a delicious contrast to his red cock and blue veins.

I gently explored him some more before moving my touch down to his balls curiously. I cradled his balls, and they felt hot and powerful. Not Eric or none of the college boys I’d had sex with had balls like this. Certainly, none of them had that tingle, that energy of destiny. I loved how his cock jerked at my touch.

My eyes traveled down his tanned muscled chest and abs follow gently caressed him with the tips of my fingers and noticed how he was hardening a little and as I explored the underside of the head he twitched once more making me smile because I realized I’d discovered a spot he found sensitive.

I got bolder and gripped Daddy’s hardening cock in my hand.

I could feel the pulse in it, beating like a heart, only for me. I even felt a tingling, like static electricity, jumping between my hand and his cock. This had to be the energy, the destiny, between our bodies.

I slowly stroked it, it was really working, I felt his cock fill up and get a lot thicker.

I began to move my hand up and down his shaft but it felt awkward and dry so I went to spit in my hand but changed my mind and blushed as I sat up and reached between my legs. I rubbed my dripping pussy on my hand, soaking it before gently gripping his cock and finding it much easier to stroke him as my hand glided along his thick length smoothly.

I couldn’t believe I was actually naked in bed with Daddy and working his cock!

I was trembling with excitement, and I could feel a great dampness between my legs. I wrapped my hand harder around his semi-stiff cock. It felt powerful as if it was full of electricity! I could tell Daddy felt it, too; he sucked in his breath at the surprisingly powerful sensations between my hand and his cock.

I pumped my hand around him and watched in fascination as he grew bigger and hardened in my hand. I nearly had another heart attack when Daddy moaned in his sleep he still wasn’t the rock-hard length I needed to fuck myself on.

I kept my eyes on Daddy’s handsome face as I licked his tip and savored the salty tang his pre-cum bloomed on my tongue. I kissed him next before caressing my wet lips around his head and down the side of his shaft before hungrily licking back up to his head.

I leaned down and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. The taste was incredible! Manly and salty and meaty!

I felt Daddy’s cock harden and jerk in my hand and mouth at the same time he groaned aloud and tilted his hips instinctually, and the view I had of him from my position, him sprawled hard and naked across the bed made my pussy clench and gush in need.

The tingling energy filled my mouth. I was so turned on that I unconsciously reached one hand down to my pussy, inside my panties, and started playing with my clit. I worked my mouth a few inches down Daddy’s shaft, and slurped and sucked as I strummed my clit,

It felt incredible in my mouth. It was as if it belonged there; as if it were a part of me. I swirled my tongue around his head and licked it like an ice cream cone. I jacked both my hands up and down on his shaft. I squeezed him and twisted, and occasionally fondled his huge, powerful balls. It was as wonderful as I’d always imagined it would be. In fact, it was addicting. I could have sucked that gorgeous cock for days. In fact, I wanted desperately to keep sucking him until he came into my mouth.

Once again, I swirled my tongue around his head savoring his flavor before pushing my head down to take more of him inside me. As I bobbed my head, sucked and licked him like I would my favorite lollypop, I knew he was fully hard and ready for my pussy but I was enjoying myself too much to stop now.

I suddenly choked when Daddy roughly thrusted his hips, making me gag on his cock when it hit the back of my throat harshly after removing him from my mouth to catch my breath I looked up to see he was thankfully still asleep. I wanted to try and deep-throat him so I took him back into my mouth and pushed silivri escort him as far as I could down my throat and he pumped his hips making me gag again but I stayed there only for him to thrust again and then again. He continuously make me choke on his thick cock but I couldn’t fully deep throat him, he was too big and my mouth was too small, maybe with practice, I thought before completely taking him from my mouth and I realized I had made a mess in my distraction. My lips and chin, and Daddy’s cock and balls were drenched with my saliva and his pre-cum, and I knew I had dripped my arousal to soak into the bed sheets beneath me.

I brushed my swollen clit with the tip of my finger I gasped and nearly came from that alone.

Reluctantly, I raised my face off of his wonderful cock and rose to my knees. I threw one leg over him and straddled his thighs. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breast and helped him squeeze my titties gently. That sent shivers of ecstasy up and down my spine.

It worked, I guess he was on autopilot because he started manhandling my breasts all by himself after only a few guided squeezes.

I grabbed his cock, and slid the head up and down my wet pussy lips. Daddy was shuddering from the pleasure, and so was I! All along, I had just known that Daddy and I were made for each other; we are the perfect lover for each other. And now it was finally coming true! The sexual energy between us was increasing by the moment, and we could both feel it.

I pushed his cock head past my lips, and slowly lowered myself, impaling my pussy on his wonderful, powerful cock. This was it!

Then I started gyrating my hips up and down, working that magnificent cock for all I was worth. Daddy arched his back and thrust up into me, jabbing and stabbing over and over. We worked up a rhythm, up and down, back and forth, in and out. We were both breathing heavily and sweating, but the intense, incredible pleasure spurred us on. It felt like his entire body was inside me, spreading out to engulf all of my organs, blasting me with love and pleasure and hot, intense passion. In the darkness, my vision was filled with stars and rainbows and galloping unicorns, with explosions and cascades and swirls of coruscating colors. I was vaguely aware of Daddy’s strong hands were gripping my hips, and of my own hands grasping his shoulders. Drool dripped out of my mouth, and onto my titties, which swung in large arcs on my chest. And I was acutely aware of the pleasure, the passion, and the love engulfing us both.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!” I squealed.

The thin inner labia clung to his thick meaty rod in a perfectly round ring every time I lifted my ass up, his fat shaft gleamed with my juices.

“Oh…oh…OH..OH…OHHHHH!” I screamed as I had my third orgasm of the night.

“YES DADDY! YES! YES! YEEEES! I’M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK DADDY! I’M CUMMING!”

He felt the walls of my tiny vagina begin to spasm, sending ripples up from my opening to my cervix, milking his steaming cock.

In his dream state, Daddy began to counter-fuck me harder, my fleshy ass slapped hard against his ball, creating that wonderful slapping sound when wet skin slam against wet skin.

In my head, could hear Daddy’s words echoing.

“Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”

“Daddy’s coming, take Daddy’s cum.”

“Oh Sweet girl… I’m going to cum inside your sweet pussy, okay baby? Do you want Daddy to cum in your pussy?”

“Yes! Yes, Daddy!” I panted. “Please…give me your cum! Cum inside me Daddy!”

With a grunt and a final counter-thrust, Daddy finally released his cum inside my steaming pussy. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum shot up inside his daughters’ pussy.

I froze and bit my lip as Daddy groaned before his blue eyes fluttered open lazily, his hands jerked in the restraints grabbing his attention and he looked at his wrists tied to the headboard with a confused expression.

I watched as he finally noticed me straddling him, with my wet pussy throbbing against his hard cock.

“What…? Honey sweetheart, what are you doing?” he rumbled in confusion and I noticed the clear signs of sleepiness and confusion.

Luckily, he fell back asleep before I could answer.

Thank God, what was I gonna say?

I laid down next to Daddy and fell asleep. I had planned to untie him, but I completely forgot that before I fell asleep.

END OF PART 2.

In part 3, we will find out if Helen will let Eric fuck her in front of her Daddy and vice versa, will she let him watch as she rides Daddy’s hard cock. Read part 3 and find out.

I hope you liked it, and once again, don’t be upset about some grammatical error or misspelling, I am not an English native.

Please comment in the area below to let me know what you liked, what you disliked, and what would you like to see happen if there will be a part 2.

I love writing, it turns me on immensely, but I also really like to read what you are like and not like. I understand that my English isn’t the best, but I bet I speak better Swedish than you…

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It was the day before Christmas and I was in my home office doing some writing. It wasn’t real cold out but the clouds hung low and it was misting rain. The bell that told me someone had pulled into the driveway rang. I changed screens so I could see the view from the camera on the front of the garage.

My daughter Margo’s car came to a stop and both front doors opened. My daughter came out the driver’s door and a tall redhead in a long coat came out the other door. They headed up the sidewalk towards the back porch.

The back door was still locked from the night before so I headed that way to unlock it. I opened the door and they filed in. My daughter had on sweat pants and a sweat shirt with her old bomber jacket over the top.

“I hate cold weather,” she said quickly.

“No sundeck, that’s for sure,” I said in return.

She shivered and said, “My nipples would freeze and fall off.”

“Who’s your friend?” I asked looking at the redhead.

“I think I’m your Christmas present,” the young woman said softly.

“Dad, this is Lisa. Lisa, this is my dad.”

“Glad to meet you,” I said as I shook hands with the young woman.

Looking at my daughter, I asked, “Christmas present?”

Margo laughed. “I said something about you being hard to shop for and then I jokingly asked what she would think about being your Christmas present.”

“I have a couple of things for you under the tree but nothing as extravagant as her,” I said as I winked at Lisa.

Lisa swallowed hard and asked in a whisper, “She was joking, right?”

I shrugged and said, “I never know when she is or isn’t, to tell the truth.”

Margo laughed. “Ya can’t fault a girl for trying. Why don’t you take her coat while I get out of mine.”

I stepped over behind Lisa as she unbuttoned the coat. As I help her take it off, I groaned softly. She had on a thin white blouse and a short red, flared skirt. With the coat off, I stepped around to take my daughter’s coat.

For a minute or so, I looked from one to the other. The way they were dressed was a great contrast. I also noted that there wasn’t a bra under the white blouse. Lisa’s nipples were making tents in the soft fabric and I could make out the hint of dark circles under those tents.

“Uh, what gives? She’s dressed up and you’re not?” I said to my daughter.

“She was going shopping and I was lazying around the house. Her car broke down and she called me for a ride and here we are,” my daughter explained. “She works at the club and she’s new in town.”

With a grin, I said, “I’m surprised you didn’t keep her as a Christmas present for yourself.”

Margo groaned softly. “The thought crossed my mind but I decided to behave for once.”

Lisa looked at my daughter hard and then glance at me. “My daughter is bi, if she hadn’t mentioned it,” I said.

“Uh, no, she didn’t mention that but….” Lisa said and let the sentence hang.

“We both like butts,” I said with a chuckle. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”

I carried their coats into the living room and tossed them on the couch. Looking at my daughter, I asked, “Want me to make a fire?”

“In the fire place?” She shot back.

“Or I could bend you over my knee and make your little ass glow,” I said with a grin.

When Lisa groaned, we both looked at her. “Did I hit a fantasy?” I asked softly.

Lisa blushed and whispered in reply, “Something like that.”

“With your panties up or down?” Margo asked.

“Uh, what panties?” Lisa whispered with another blush.

“Shopping with no panties or bra on. How strong is your exhibitionist streak?” I asked fishing for information.

“I had the long coat on so…. It’s stronger than my courage,” Lisa replied.

Margo let out a soft moan and I looked at her with a grin. “Long coat with nothing on under it?”

When she nodded, Lisa asked, “Me or you?”

Margo shivered and said, “What if I said both?”

“It would be a tight fit under that coat,” I said jokingly.

Both young women moaned softly and I shook my head. “There’s my big bathrobe and some rope.”

“How about just the rope?” Margo asked.

“You like that too much,” I replied with a grin.

My daughter shivered hard and said, “Light a fire in the fireplace.”

I noticed Lisa’s eyes on the tent in the front of my pajama bottoms as I moved to the fireplace and squatted down. As I stacked the wood, Lisa asked, “You don’t have a bear skin rug?”

“Nope, there aren’t many bears around here that would want to give up their coat.”

“He does have this old silky comforter that is so sensuous to squirm around on naked,” Margo said softly.

Lisa looked at her hard and asked, “With your dad here?”

Margo laughed. “Who do you think was making me squirm?”

“What would your mother think of that?” Lisa asked.

Margo took a deep breath and replied, “My mom has been dead for twenty years so….”

“Oh!” Lisa said, “I, uh, didn’t know that.”

“Most people don’t know that and sefaköy escort very few know anything about my relationship with my dad,” Margo whispered.

“I’ve never squirmed in front of a fire,” Lisa said.

I had the fire going and looked over my shoulder. “If my daughter has her way, you will sooner or later.”

Lisa shifted her weight from one foot to the other as her eyes went from me to my daughter and back. “Now we’re back to whose Christmas present I am,” she whispered as she looked back and forth between us again.

“How about both?” Margo asked as she pulled her sweat shirt off over her head. Lisa’s eyes were on my daughter’s full breasts and so were mine. Margo tossed the shirt on the couch and covered a breast with each hand. “Maybe I should go get the comforter before we go any farther.”

“I, uh, I,” Lisa whispered as my daughter walked past her headed for my bedroom. When Lisa turned to follow her with her eyes, I stepped up behind her.

My hands coming around her body, drew her eyes downward. “Need some help with the buttons on that blouse?” I asked as I looked over her shoulder so I could see the top button.

My hard dick pressed to a cheek of her ass made her jerk and seemed to distract her as I undid the first button. She groaned as I undid the next one. The third one was below her breasts. Her hands came up to my arms. I undid that one and her hands slid up to my hands.

She didn’t pull at them or anything but I asked, “Should I stop there?” She shook her head and I reached for the next button.

Margo came out of the bedroom and groaned. “I was wondering how we were going to unwrap our present.”

“One button at a time,” I whispered in Lisa’s ear before I nibbled on her earlobe.

Her hands pulled up on mine. I thought she was ready to quit until she pulled my hands forward to press them to her breasts. I massaged her firm breasts through the cloth of the blouse several time as I kissed her neck and then the cloth disappeared.

Her breasts were warmer without the shirt. I glanced forward to see Margo standing in front of Lisa with the edges of the blouse in her hands. Margo had a grin on her face as she moved Lisa’s hands to her breasts.

Lisa moaned softly as she massaged Margo’s breasts like I was massaging hers. I moved my hands down so I could lift her breasts and massage them from the bottom. I went back to kissing Lisa’s neck until she suddenly gasped and gave a jerk.

I smiled as I saw my daughter sucking on Lisa’s right breast. I squeezed that breast tighter to push her nipple out farther. Lisa groaned deeply as her hips gave several jerks against my dick. My hands slipped down across her belly to pull the blouse out of her skirt.

Margo now had a hand on each of Lisa’s breasts as she swapped nipples. I took a step back and worked the blouse off Lisa’s shoulders and arms. With it off, I tossed it on the couch, followed closely by my t-shirt.

My hands searched the top of Lisa’s skirt until I found a button and zipper. The skirt shortly pooled on the floor around her feet. Margo let go of Lisa’s breasts with her hands and mouth.

Margo’s left hand came up to the back of the redheaded woman’s head and held it still while she kissed her gently on the lips. Lisa squirmed as Margo’s breasts were pressed to her own. Her arms went around Margo as the kiss became more urgent on Lisa’s part.

With a grin, I stepped back and dropped my pajama bottoms to the floor. The next thing Lisa felt was my hot hard dick being pressed between the twin globes of her ass cheeks. She gasp and jerked her hips forward only to run into Margo’s hips.

Her ass came back against me and she groaned deeply as she wiggled her hips and pushed back firmly. My hands moved to her waist and held her there.

Margo broke the kiss and stepped back. Her eyes ran up and down Lisa’s body. “Beautiful, just beautiful,” she whispered as she slowly squatted down.

When Lisa’s hips gave a big jerk, I knew Margo had found her favorite present. A moment later, Lisa chanted, “Oh, oh, oh,” as she bounced up and down on her toes, which rubbed my dick up and down between her ass cheeks.

My hands moved upward to caress and massage her breasts. Her nipples felt much larger as I ran my palms over them. Looking over her shoulder, I could see her hands on the back of my daughter’s head. I started kissing and nibbling along the side of her neck and out onto her shoulder.

It wasn’t long before Lisa was yelling as her hips jerked erratically as she came long and hard. I ended up more or less holding her up as Margo looked up at me with a big grin on her face.

I moved backward and Lisa moved with me. Her legs were wobbly for sure. Looking at my daughter, I said, “Spread the comforter out so she can sit down.”

Margo hurried to get the comforter spread out and then helped me to get Lisa down on it. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was breathing hard and fast through her mouth. My daughter moved around behind şehzadeler escort her and sat down so she had something to lean on.

I moved over to the hearth to stoke the fire. When I had it to my satisfaction, I turned around. Lisa was breathing more normally and had this silly grin on her face. Margo was caressing her breasts lightly. Lisa’s eyes dropped to my hard dick and she made a soft whimpering sound.

“See something you like?” Margo asked with a grin.

Lisa nodded and licked her lips. “So big and so hot,” she whispered softly.

“It sure is,” Margo said agreeing with her.

“You’re prejudiced,” I said to my daughter.

She nodded her head and kissed Lisa on the neck. Looking up at me she grinned and whispered, “I sure am.”

I squatted down and looked at Lisa’s well displayed sex. Her feet were close together but her knees were spread wide. She started to close them but Margo placed a hand on each of her knees and pushed them back down. Lisa made a soft whimpering sound.

“How does my looking at your very wet pussy make you feel?” I asked as I sat down in front of the young woman.

“Exposed,” she said quickly.

“And?” I asked just as quickly.

“Exciting,” she said next.

“How did it feel with my daughter licking your pussy?” I asked next.

“Electric is one word. Orgasmic is another,” she said as her hips squirmed.

“Have you had any thoughts on returning the favor?”

“I, uh, I,” she stammered for a second and then whispered, “Honestly, yes but I’ve never….” she left the sentence hanging.

“What if I said, I wanted to fuck you while you’re on your hands and knees?”

Lisa and Margo both groaned. “One of my favorite positions,” Margo said softly.

With another groan, Lisa whispered, “Mine also.”

“Then get up on your hands and knees and turn around,” I told her.

“Now?” She said quickly.

“If you don’t want to,” Margo started to say but Lisa cut her off as she scooted forward and rolled over.

I scooted back as she came up on her hands and knees. I leaned forward and planted kisses on her tailbone and the top of both ass cheeks. Leaning back, I said, “You do have one beautiful ass.”

Lisa whimpered as she wiggled her hips. I came up on my knees behind her and placed a hand on each side of her hips. I backed up as I leaned forward and took a lick up across each of her ass cheeks. She jerk at each touch of my tongue.

Margo said, “Lower your head to the backs of your hands.”

Lisa groaned deeply as she did just that. Her ass tilted up more. I used my hands just above her knees to spread her thighs wider. My next lick was up the crack of her ass. She jerked and gasped deeply. The next two licks still caused a jerk but the gasp was now a soft moan.

I moved forward and pressed my hard shaft between her ass cheeks. She whimpered and rocked her hips from side to side. My shaft settled deeper between her nether cheeks. I backed my hips up and pushed down on my dick. The head moved down between her ass cheeks, across her opening, and down along her slit.

Her head came up and she groaned deeply. I continued to rub the head of my dick up and down in her slit from her opening to her clit. She pushed her hips back the next time the head touched her opening. The spongy head squeezed into place.

Lisa moaned loudly but didn’t move away. I used my free hand to push down between her shoulder blades gently. Her head went back down toward her hands and my dick entered her hot wet opening more. She let out a soft moaning groan and wiggled her hips. My dick went deeper.

Hers was the tightest pussy I had been in, in a long, long time. She was also boiling hot. I flexed my hips gently and my dick went deeper. This time we both groaned. Suddenly she wiggled her hips wildly and jammed her ass back. Most of my shaft disappeared in one go.

She let out a yell and rocked her hips forward. When she rammed them back again, my hips touched her ass. This brought her back up on her hands, which pressed me even deeper. I grabbed her hips with both hands and held her in place.

It was like having my dick wrapped in very hot wet cotton that grabbed and released all along my shaft. She was shaking as she slowly lowered her face back to her hands. She lay still except for her fast hard breathing. That moved things around very slightly.

I pulled her hips tighter to me trying to stop the movement. Lisa shivered and whispered, “It’s, it’s all the way in.”

“Oh yeah, it is,” I replied. “Now try and relax so your body can get used to it.”

“So full,” she whispered.

“I know that feeling well,” Margo whispered.

“So, very hot and tight,” I said to both of them.

“Dad are you alright?” Margo asked.

“I’m trying to be,” I replied.

My daughter looked down at Lisa. “Uh, it’s a bad time to ask but are you on birth control?” When Lisa moaned and nodded, Margo added, “Good because dad is fighting to keep control.”

“So, so am I,” Lisa replied.

Margo selçuklu escort chuckled and whispered, “I wonder who will need a nap first.”

Lisa and I both said, “Me,” at the same time.

I held her hips in place and moved my hips back. My dick came about half way out before I pushed it forward again. Lisa let out a deafening yell as her hips started to jerk and bounce up and down. We were both coming for all we were worth.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Margo say, “Holy shit!”

Somehow, I ended up on my side still planted to the max in Lisa. She was also on her side. Her hips were still quivering and jerking but not nearly as bad. Margo covered us up with what she could of the silk comforter. Neither of us moved.

Sometime later, I heard her say, “After that, I need a beer.”

Lisa and I slept.

*****

I woke up on my back to find my daughter sucking my semi hard dick. I didn’t see Lisa. Margo saw me looking around and lifted her head until my dick came free of her mouth. “She’s in the bathroom cleaning up the other half of this mess.”

“Why aren’t you cleaning up her half?” I asked before she could suck my dick back in.

“I offered but she said she wasn’t ready for that yet,” Margo replied.

With a grin, I said, “You did note the yet part, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Margo said before she sucked most of my dick into her warm wet mouth.

I groaned softly and my eyes closed as she worked me over with her tongue and mouth. I was enjoying myself and my dick was getting harder and harder. My dick came out of my daughter’s mouth and I heard her ask, “Want a lick?”

Opening my eyes, I saw Lisa standing next to us. She squatted down and said, “You swallow that thing so easily.”

“Practice, lots of practice,” Margo replied. “I love it best when the head tickles the top of my throat.”

Lisa shivered hard. “I’ve never done that.”

“Want to give it a try?” Margo asked.

“I, uh, I,” Lisa said with a stammer as she leaned forward onto her knees.

Margo chuckled and waved the head of my dick in her direction. “Now is your chance.”

Lisa made a whimpering sound as she came down onto her hands. She lowered her head and licked the spongy head. With a groan, she sucked the head in and swirled her tongue around and over it.

After a moment or two, Lisa lifted her head and licked her lips. “That’s a mouthful.”

Margo grinned and said, “You just need practice.”

When Lisa looked at the head of my dick, Margo pushed down on her head. Lisa’s mouth slipped over the head of my dick and went in farther than before. I felt as well as heard her groan as her tongue went wild on my shaft.

She lifted her head and Margo pushed back down on it. More of my dick went into Lisa’s warm wet mouth. Up and down her head went until the head of my dick touched the entrance to her throat. She jerked her head up and then lowered it slowly.

The head of my dick brushed her throat again and she jerked her head up. This time she came all the way up breathing hard and fast. “Exciting,” she said quickly.

Margo laughed. “You just need more incentive.”

“Incentive?” Lisa asked as she leaned over and licked circles around the head of my dick.

“Scoot over and sit on my dad’s face while you try it again,” Margo said.

“I, uh, I,” Lisa stammered as she looked around at my face.

“His tongue isn’t all that long but it is strong and wide,” Margo said with a grin.

“I, uh, I,” Lisa said again but moved when my hand pulled on her inner thigh. With a little help from me, she ended up straddling my shoulders. Her face was only a foot or so from my dick as I raised my head and took a lick up the center of her open slit.

Lisa gasped loudly and fumbled with my dick until it was upright and she had the head in her mouth. She let out a muffled moan as I gave her slit another lick.

I love to sixty nine with tall women. No one has to stretch or strain to do things right. Lisa was no exception. The more I licked and teased her opening, the more of my dick she swallowed with hard suction.

“Get you some,” I heard Margo say with a laugh. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to but it didn’t really matter as we were both doing exactly that.

About the fourth time the head of my dick jammed into Lisa’s throat, she let out a yell around my shaft and started to come like crazy. I had as much of my tongue in her opening as would fit. I had to swallow. That’s how wet she was.

Her head finally came up off my dick and she rolled sideways to lay on her back next to me. Her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was open as she breathed hard and fast. After a minute or so, She whispered in a breathy voice, “Holy shit!”

Margo laughed and said, “I know that feeling also.”

I sat up and licked my lips. “Juicy,” I said to my daughter.

“From the looks of your face, it’s a good thing you can breath through your ears.”

“I’m not complaining, believe me,” I replied.

“I can’t believe she could swallow that much dick,” Margo whispered softly.

“Me either,” Lisa said between ragged breaths. “I, I need something to drink.”

“You were well on the way to a creamy drink,” Margo said with a chuckle.

“Be a good daughter and get us both a beer,” I said as I rolled sideways and got to my knees. “I need to tend to the fire.”

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