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Ankara’da Meralle ilk gece

Meralle üniversiteden sadece 1 kez karşılaşmamız olmuştu. Aynı bölümün gecesinde okurdu. Mezun olduktan 3-4 yıl sonra msnde birbirimizi ekledik, malum kameralı uzun sohbetler sonunda erotizme gitti. Kamerada soyundurmacalar yaptık birbirimize, dolaylı yollardan barike olduğunu ifade etti birkaç kere… kafayı benim yaşadığım şehre gelmeyi takmıştı. Fakat gelsin istemiyordumda, çünkü o sıra ilk hikayede anlattığım Sedayla sevgiliydik ve yakalanabilirdik.

Meral uçak bileti alacak kafaya koydu, o sıradada bana ankaradan üniv.deki arkadaşımdan bir iş teklifi geldi 1 aylığına hemen kabul ettim. Arkadaşımın ankarada aile evinden hariç öğrenci evide vardı. Bahanemi buldum, “meral sakın gelme ankaraya gidiyorum iş için” dedim.. tamam dedi ve nihayet ankara gittim işe koyulmaya başladık.

Fakat nasıl bir iş çalışma saatimiz yok saatlerce geceli gündüzlü masa başı bir ekip işi. Uykusuz saatler geçiriyoruz 1 haftadır, derken meralden mesaj geldi. “ankaradayım”… “aha sıçtık” dedim.. artık gelmişti yapacak bir şey yok.. adresi yazdım iş yerine gel dedim. Kız arkadaşı iş yerine getirdi merali. Aynı bölümden mezun olduğumuzdan oda ekiple tanıştı yardım etmeye başladı. Molalarda balkona sigara içmeye gidip elimizde sigara öpüşüyoruz arada elimi pantolonundan sokup kalçalarını avuçluyorum.

Meral ozaman29 yaşında bende 24 yaşındaydım. 1.50 boylarında kalçaları büyük memeleri çok küçük ama uçları büyük ve kalın, sarı uzun saçlı bir kız. Saatler birazdaha geçti. Wc ye gidicem dedi. 3-4 dk geçti, bende bi sigara içeyim dedim ekibe. Wc ye gidip bikaçkere kapıya tıkladım. İş yeri apartmandaydı, wc de banyoyla bir arada klozet küvet lavabo. Kapıyı açtı hemen içeri dalıp kapıyı arkadan kilitledim. Lavobo musluğunu açtım, önce dillerimizi emerek öpüştük biraz, sonra klozete oturttum, caprimi aşağı indirdi ve sikimi ağzına aldı, ağzı çok küçüktü kapasını içine çekerek emmeye başladı, bende hızlıca gidip gelmeye başladım, ozamana kadar tabi hep sikim kalkık olduğundan 1 dk da ağzına boşaldım meralin, ilkkez bir kızın ağzına boşalıyordum bacaklarım titredi ağzına boşalırken. Sonra sikimi temizledim oda döllerimi lavaboya tükürdü ben çıktım. O tuvaletini yapmaya başladı.
Gece geç saatte 2 gibi arkadaşımın arabasına atladık eve gitmek için onun sevgilisi önde biz arkada. Meral başını kucağıma koydu yorgundu, bende osırada elimi arkadan kotuna soktum göt deliği ve amıyla oynadım yol boyu. Öğrenci evine vardık. Bize bir yer yatağı yaptılar başka odada. Odanın ışığı çalışmıyordu. Meral loş ışıkta elbiselerini çıkardı sutyeni ve çamaşırı vardı sadece. Bnde tshirt ve caprimi çıkardım çamaşır giymiyordum. İkimizde yere uzandık, merale: “çıkart şunları, çıplak ol koynumda dedim” onlarıda çıkarttı. Meral çok kısa 140-150 bense 184. Msnde soyunmalarımızı anlatıkk birbirimize o sırada okşuyorduk birbirimizi. Konuşmayı bırakıp öpüşmeye başladık yanyana yatarken, o sikimi taşaklarımı okşuyordu bende onun amını kalçalarını. “ bugün işyerinde ne kadar güzel boşalttın beni ağzınla” dedim. “istediğin zaman yine yaparım” dedi. Dediği anda kafasını kavrayıp aşağı doğru ittim. Sırt üstü uzandım ve yine emmeye başladı ıslak ıslak.. sonra altıma aldım memelerini emmeye başlamıştım küçüktüler avuçlanmıyorlardı, “niye bu kadar küçükler ya bu ne” dedim… “büyüt o zaman em, ısır acıt” dedi. Bu laftan sonra memelerine bı asıldım ısıra ısıra emmeye başladım. Sonra yüzüstü yatırdım ensesinden kalçalarına kadar dilimle emerek indim. O kısa boyuna göre büyük olan kaçlarını dişleye dişleye emdim ellerimle ayırıp göt deliğini emdim yüzünü yastığa gömmüş öyle derin nefes alıyorduki. Sonraçevirdim bacaklarını açıp amını dudaklarımın arasına aldım.. minicik, küçücük etli pürüzsüz bir am. Hepsini ağzıma alıp içime çekmeye başladım, suyu geldikçe emip yutuyordum am suyunu.

Bakire olduğunu sandığımdan sikimi klitorisine yaslayıp üzerine uzandım sürtünerek öpüşmeye başladım, iyice azınca eliyle sikimin başını amına sokmaya çalıştı ben hayır dedikçe sokmaya çalıyordu ama karşı koyamıyordum, bozmak istemiyordum kızlığını ama sikimin başı çoktan girmişti öylesine dardıki, birden çıkartıp kalktım üstünden.. sana zarar verdimmi? Dedim.. hayır vermedin. Gir dedi. Yani daha önce beni kandırmıştı bakire olduğuna dair.

Bende tekrar üzerine çıkıp içine girmeye başladım, kendisi kısa olduğundan amına olabildiğince daracıktı. Benimk**e ortalama bi sik:14cm. tam oturdu amına köküne kadar. Bacaklarını doladı belime ve ben var gücümle çakıyordum amına şimdiye kadar siktiğim girdiğim en dar am buydu. Sonra merali yan yatırdım. Bir bacağını kendine çekti, alta kalan bacağının arasına oturup girdim içine ben soktukça aşkımm aşkımmm diye sessiz sessiz inliyordu. İkimizn kasıklarıda amının suyuna bulanmıştı, yanıyorduk resmen. Sonra yüz üstü yatırdım kalçalarını geri verdi, oturdum bacaklarına girdim içine, üzerine uzanmadan birazda böyle siktim yaklaşık 45dk olmuştu sikişeli canı yanıyordu yeterr yeterr diyordu.. ben boşalmadan olmaz dedim.. uzun sürdü çnkü iş yerinde zaten o gün bi boşalmıştım ağzna. Biraz daha siktikten sonra kalçalarının üzerine uzun bi boşalma seramonisi yaptım… ellerimle kalçalarına yaydım iyice döllerimi sonra lavaboda temizlenip gelip tekrar koynuma girdi

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Kuzenimin arkadaşı

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Kuzenimin arkadaşı

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Kuzenimin Arkadaşı ile Tatilimiz

Kuzenim ve bir arkadaşı ile tatile gitmiştik. Aslında biz kuzenimle gitmeye karar vermemize rağmen arkadaşı Caner sonradan planımıza eşlik olmak istemişti. Daha önce tanışıp birkaç defa beraber aynı ortam da bulunduğumuz için kuzenim benim de hoşlanacağımı düşünerek teklifini kabul etmişti. Beni kapının önüne almaya geldiklerin de görmüştüm Caner’i. Aslında çokta mutlu olmasam da kuzenimin moralini bozmamak için ona hiçbir şey söylememiştim. Bu çocuktan ilginç bir şekilde haz etmiyordum. Aslında oldukça karizmatik hatta hoşlanacağım bir insan olan Caner nedense bana oldukça kaba davranıyordu. Bu kuzenimin de gözünden kaçmamış aslında kızlara çok nazik davranıp bana neden kaba davrandığını bilmiyordu. Hatta bunu Canerle konuşmuş çocuk farkında değilim öyle davrandığımın demiş ve daha dikkatli olacağını söylemişti kuzenime. Tabi davranışlarında her hangi bir değişiklik görememiştim. Yine de çok fazla üstünde durmamış kuzenim sorduğunda sorun çüzülmüş gibi yapmıştım. Oldukça yakın arkadaş oldukları için benim yüzümden aralarının bozulmasını istemiyordum. Bu yüzden oldukça onunla aynı ortama girmemeye çalışırken ben o bizimle tatile gelmek için kuzenimi ikna etmişti. Sanki inatla yapıyor gibiydi fakat onun oyununa gelmeyecektim. Onu hiç görmüyormuş gibi davranıyor kuzenimle şarkılar türküler söyleyerek yolculuk yapıyorduk. Otele vardığımız da kuzenimle yan odalarda oda benim odamın karşısında bir odada kalıyordu. Denize gidip beraber voleybol falan oynadık. Yüzme yarışmaları yaptık. Her şey çok güzeldi ve Caner benimle oldukça fazla ilgileniyordu çok ilginç şeyler oluyordu. Kuzenim güzel kızarlın peşinden onlarla tanışmaya giderken o benimle kalıp muhabbet etmeyi tercih ediyor kimseye bakmıyordu. Birkaç iltifat etmişti ne kadar şaşırdığımı söylediğim de belki bazı şeylerin bir sebebi vardır dedi. Tam anlamamış olsam da bana karşı bakışlarında ki o farkı görüyordum. Gece süslenip eğlenmeye gittik. Kuzenim bugün tanıştı bir kız ile takılıp beni Caner’e emanet etmişti. Sarhoş olduklarında kızı koluna takıp mekandan gittiler. Biz beraber bir şeyler içip sahile indik. Yıldızları seyrederken muhabbet ediyor bir yandan da içmeye devam ediyorduk. İçkinin verdiği bir cesaret ile olacak ki bana duygularını açtı. Ve öpüşmeye başladık. Olanlara şaşırıp kalmıştım. Fakat çok fazla sarhoş olmuştu onu odaya götürmem gerekiyordu. Sürekli ismimi sayıklıyor ne zamandır beni içinde tuttuğunu söylüyordu. Odasına gidip soğuk bir duş aldırdım ve yeniden öpüşmeye başladık. Sonrasında yatağa geçip ateşli bir şekilde seviştik. Arada bana olan duygularını söylüyor güzelliğimden ve bu güne kadar içinde tuttuğu duyguları nasıl bana çaktırmamak için kötü davrandığını söylüyordu. Sabaha karşı biraz kendine geldiğin de ellerinin arasına yüzümü alıp tekrar öpmeye başladı. Üzerime çıkıp kıyafetlerimi çıkartıp boynumu emmeye südyeni çıkartıp göğüslerimi emmeye başladı. Uzun zamandır bunu beklediğini söylüyor her bir hücremi tek tek öpüyordu. Amımı yalamış beni çıldırtmıştı. Ve sonunda sikiştik. Uzun dik sikini amıma sokup içimde sert hareketler yaparak beni mutlu ediyor ve kendi de zevk alıyordu. O tatil bizim ilişkimizin başlangıcı ve güzel sekslerin başlangıcı oldu.

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Merhaba ismim Aysun üniversite öğrencisiyim ve İstanbul’da üniversiteden başka bir bölümden bir kız arkadaşımla birlikte kalıyorum kız arkadaşımın adı Hülya harika güzel ve seksi bir kız çok rahat hareket eden ve giyinen biri çokta tatlı bir Erkek arkadaşı var aslında ondan bende etkileniyorum ama arkadaşlar arasında birbirinin erkek arkadaşıyla olmak bana biraz ters ayrıca Hülya’da dikkatimi çeken Bir şey var kızları çok beğeniyor İstanbul’a ilk gelip onunla kalmaya başladığımda bu bana biraz tuhaf gelmişti ama sonra alıştım. Kızları beğenir yorum yapar en son kendisi duş alırken bana seslendi ve sırtını sabunlamamı istedi duşa girdim tabi ev kıyafetlerimle bana böyle olur mu üstünü çıkar ıslanacaksın dedi. Gerek yok dediğimde utanıyor musun kızım sende duş alırsın dedi bende soyundum sadece iç çamaşırlarım kaldı onlarada güldü bu arda harika bir vücudu vardı zaten okulda herkes onu hayal ediyordu. Bana baktı vücudun çok güzelmiş dedi sırtını sabunlarken duşu bana tutu ve ıslandım her yerime sabunlarını surdu duş maceramız oyana döndü bu sırada iç çamaşırlarımı çıkardı sesimi çıkaramadım sonra elindeki lifi bana verdi kalçalarımı da sabunla dedi hoşuma gitmeye başlamıştı sonra lifi elimden aldı ve kendisi beni sabunlamaya başladı fakat biraz fazla ileri gitmişti bacak aramı kalça aramı nedense hoşuma gitti duşta biraz oynaştık ve bornozlarımızı giydik. Onun yatağı iki kişilikti oraya uzandık erkeklerden sohbet ederken hepsinden bıktım dedi. Ve geçen seneki benim erkek arkadaşım ve onu aldatmama kadar geldi konu. Bu sırada bornozunu çıkardı hadi popoma otur ve bana masaj yap dedi anla canlı bahis masamda ufak ufak masaj yapıyordum. Uf dedi böyle olmaz uzman bir masör çağıralım diye kalktı laptobunu açtı google dan masaj sitelerini arattı bir kaçına baktı ama bir sitede takıldı kaldı. Eşiniz için masaj bu nasıl dedi ben iyide bu evli çiftler için masaj dedi sen bekarsın ve teksin bana aa bizde çiftiz işte dedi pat diye dudağımdan öptü tabi bu şaka şeklinde olduğundan pek aldırmadım hatta hoşuma gitti samimi davranışı. Sitede tantra masajdan bahsediyordu bunumu yaptırıcaksın dedim hayır yaptıracağız dedi ben yaptıramam hem öğrenci olarak masaja ayıracak çok paramda yoktu ben veririm parsını dedi ben normal masaj yaptırabilirim dedim bakarız dedi ve siteden masöre mesaj attı sohbetimiz sırasında mesaj geldi randevu şekli v.s. Derken msn e ekledik tanıştık akşam 9:30 için randevu aldık. Bu arada biz içmeye başlamıştık sanki arkadaşım beni bir şeylere hazırlıyor gibiydi iyice çakır keyif olduk bornozlarımızla duruyorduk hala bir birmize sarılarak dans ediyorduk iki sevgili gibi Hülya çok sıcaktı ona sarıldığımda ayrılmak istemiyordum. Birde öpüşmeye başladık ne odluğunu anlamamıştım çok ateşli bir şekilde beni yata yatırdı Hiçbir erkekle bukadar azgın öpüşmemiştim yatakda deli gibi öpüşüyorduk sonra elini vajinama attı elliyor okşuyor parmaklıyordu ikimizde delirmiştik birden ağzımdan seni seviyorum senden çok hoşlanıyorum aşkım kelimesi çıktı…. belki bunu o söylemeliyidi ama ben söyledim oda bana bende seni erkekler artık kuklamız olabilir diye sevişiyorduk bir birimizin yalamadık yerini bırakmadık içeriden kaçak iddaa getirdiği salatalıkla beni Hiçbir erkeğin edemediği kadar tatmin etti bu arada saat 9 olmuştu hadi kalkalım giyinelim masörümüzü güzel karşılayalım dedi cidden aşık olmuştum aşkımın dediği gibi ikimizde mini eteklerimizi giydik telefon geldi kapıyı açtık gayet hoş bakımlı bir masör vardı kapıda elinde çantasıyla içeri aldık. Bir şey içermi diye sorduk bu arada içki ve sevişmenin etkisiyle hala başım dönüyordu. Masörümüz sadece bir bardak su istedi kim masaj istiyor deyince ikimizde dedik sıraylamı diye sordu. Açıkcası nasıl oluyor bilmiyoruz dedim. Açıkladı: isterseniz birinize masaj yaparken diğeriniz izleyebilir veya yan yana yatıp her hareketi sırayla ikinizede uygulayabilirim dedi. Hülya ikincisini istedi. Hülya masörden beni soymasını istedi yakışıklı masörüm beni soydu iç çamaşırımla kalmıştım Hülya geldi ve onları kendi çıkardı. Sonra masörüde kendi soydu arkasından kendide soyundu ikimizde yatağa uzanık masör önce benim ayaklarımdan başladı ve kalçama kadar 15 dk masaj yaptı sonra Hülya ya aynı şekilde masaj uyguladı arkasından Benim kalçama oturdu az önce ayaklarımda hissettiğimim penisi kalçamda ve arada sırada oradan kayarak vajinamda hissediyordum bu sırada hülya ile göz gözeydik hülya beni sevdiğini hep istediğini bugünü çok beklediğini söylüyordu Masörümüz buna alışkın biriydi sanırım her şey normal gibi masajına devam ediyordu. Birde Hülya elini masörün penisine götürdü ve ne yaptığını anlayamadan benim içime doğru bastırmasını söyledi artık masör içimde hissediyordum ama masajı kesmedi bu kaçak bahis harika bir şeydi bu arada Hülya masörü öpüyordu bunu çok kıskandım ve ellinden tutum bana merak etme aşkım ben seninim ama bu tatlıyı ikimizde tatmalıyız dedi.. hoşuma gitti sonra Hülya yı yatırdı onun poposuna oturdu masaja başladı bu sefer direk içine soktu Hülya çok inliyordu bende Hülya’yı öpüyordum sonra masöre yöneldim onunla öpüşmeye başladım Masör penisini Hülya dan çıkardı nereye boşalmamı istersiniz dedi Hülya Vajinasının üstüne boşalmasını istedi. Masörümüz boşaldıktan sonra benim kafamı spermlere doğru çekti onları yalamamı istiyordu.. ayık kafa olsa yapmazdım belki ama şu anda her şey olabilirdi onları ve Hülyanın vajinasını yalıyordum o sırada arkamda masörün dillini hissetim harikaydı tam bir profosyoneldi. Biraz sonrada penisini içime soktu hayatımda Sexten bu kadar zevk alabileceğimi düşünmemiştim sanırım Masajın etkisiydi. Sonra Hülya kalktı içeri gitti elinde bir kremle geldi bana beni Gerçekten seviyormusun dedi Evet aşkım dedim o zaman bunu yapmak istiyorum dedi her şeyi yapabilirsin dedim. Eline bir parça krem aldı masör içimde giderken parmağını arka deliğime soktu canım çok acımadı ama farklı bir şeydi.. bir müddet böyle devam ettik sonra masörü sırt üsttü yatırdı. Ve kendi arka deliğine penisini sokarak oturdu çok rahat almıştı sonra beni vajinasına doğru çekti masör arkadan onun içine girerken bacaklarına ve sırtına masaja devam ediyordu.. bende Hülyanın vajinasını yalıyordum. 5 dk sonra Hülya benim Hiç boşlmadığım şekilde bir erkek gibi fışkıra fışkıra boşaldı sonra ikiside bana yoğunlaştı bütün bu anlattıklarım yaklaşık 1.5 saat sürdü masörümüze güzel bir para ve bahşiş verdikten sonra öperek uğurladık. Sonra ikimizde bir birmize sarıldık ve uyuduk sabah uyandğımızda iki sevgili hatta iki aşıktık. Ve hala birlikteyiz.

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19 yaşıındaydım.
bebek gibiydim.
ablamın yatak odasında aynanınkarşısındaydım.
kadın parfümü sıkmış, ablamın askılı kısacık beyaz geceliğinigiymiş kendimle oynuyodum.
tüysüz vücudumu, bacaklarımı seyrediyor dudaklarımıboyayıp ne kaddar güzel olduğumu düşünüyodum.
ablamda eniştemde evde yoktu.
eniştem gece güvenlikçisiydi.
ablamsa annemlerdeydi.
geceliğin eteklerini sıyırıp arkamı aynaya döndüm.
m.
kalçalarım dolgun vekalkıktı.
ellerimle kalçalarımı ayırıp taze kıçımın arasını ortayaçıkardım.
deliğim minicikti.
hafif kırmızımsı, yumuk dudaklar gibiydi.
okuldaoynaştığım bikaç çocuktan başka kimseye siktirmemiştim.
yatağa uzandım vekendime seksi pozlar vermeye başladım.
parmağımı ağzımda ıslatıp deliğimiparmaklamaya başladım.
üzerimdeki saten geceliğin kayganlığı beenii daha da tahrikediyo içim kıpır kıpır oluyodu.
yüzüstü uzanmıştım.
saten beyaz gecelikbacaklarımdan sıyrılmış, kalçalarım tamamen çıplaktı.
ıslak deliğime soktuğumorta parmağımla kıçımı zevklendirirken diğer elimlede kalçalarımı ayırmayaçalışıyodum.
biden bi kapı sesi duydum.
arkama döndüğümde kapıda eniştemin beeniseyrettiğini gördüm.
kıpkırmızı olmuş utancımdan ne yapacağımı şaşırmıştım.
ayağakalktım.
bahis siteleri eniştem ne kaddarını seyretmişti? yanıma geldi ve sertçe bi tokat attıbana.
sonra sarıldı ve öpmeye başladı.
kaçmaya çalıştım amma sıkı sıkı sarıldı.
dudaklarımı öpmeye başladı.
kalçalarımı okşuyo bi yandan da kalçalarımı sıkıyoacıtacak kaddar sertçe ayırıyo parmaklamaya çalışıyodu.
ıslanmış daracık deliğimesokmaya çalıştığı parmakları canımı acıtıyodu.
biirden beenii bıraktı ve soyundu.
korkuyodum amma ağzımdan tek kelime çıkmıyodu.
külodundan sıyrılıp dikilenkocaman sikini gördüğümde korkum daha da arttı.
asla yiyemeyeceğim kaddar büyüktü.
omuzlarımdan tutup sertçe arkamı çevirdi ve arkadan sarılıp boynumuemmeye başladı.
kocaman siki kalçalarıma yapışmıştı.
boynumu emmmesi zevkvermeye başlamıştı amma korkum geçmemişti.
kocaman kızarmış siki tazecik bembeyazkalçalarıma baskı yapıyo sıcaklığı içime korku veriyodu.
sonra beenii yatağa itti ve domalttı.
çook korkuyodum.
sikmeye çalışacaktı.
kaçmayaçalışınca kalçama çook sert iki tokat attı.
çook canım yanmıştı.
üzerime abandı vesikinin ucunu kalçalarımın arasına soktu.
girmemişti amma sikinin kocaman başıdeliğimin üzerine baskı yapıyo eniştemse canlı bahis siteleri kulak boynumu öpüyo, emiyo sertısırıklar atıyodu.
korktuğum içiin arkamı sıkıyodum.
anlayınca doğruldu veparmağını tükürükledi ve kıçıma soktu.
canım yanmıştı.
orta parmağını götümesokup çıkarmaya başladı.
genişletmeye çalışıyodu.
kıçımı serbest bırakıp acıyıazaltmaya çalıştım.
biiraz işe yaradı.
parmakları çook güçlüydü.
iki eliylekalçalarımıiyice ayırıp deliğime baktı ve iyice tükürükledi.
iki parmağınıakmaya başladı.
deliğim biiraz daha rahatlamıştı ve tat almaya başlamıştı amahala canım yanıyodu.
parmaklarını çıkarıp sikini tekrar deliğime dayadı.
biirazbastırınca sikinin başı girer gibi olmuştu amma canım feci yanmıştı.
kazık gibisiki karşısında kıçım çook taze kalıyodu.
sokamayacağını anlayınca yatağa uzan!dı ve .
bakma lan, yala!.
dedi.
ağzıma zor sığıyodu.
yalamaya başladım.
aslındatadı kokusu çook hoştu.
69 şeklinde üstüne oturttu ve been sikini emerken okalçalarımı okşuyo elleriyle ayırıp deliğimi seyrediyo bi yandanda parmaklarıylakıçımı genişletmeye çalışıyodu.
ablam heran gelebilirdi.
o gelmeden işinibitirmek istiyodu.
sikini daha iştahla yalamaya başlayınca güvenilir bahis nefesleri hızlanmıştı.
ıslak kıçımda nefeslerini hissediyodum.
canım çekmeye başlamıştı amma enişteminsiki alamayacağım kaddar büyüktü.
kaldırdı beenii ve yüzüsyü yatırdı.
karnımınaltına bi yastık koydu.
az önnce ağzımda titreyen koca siki yiyecektim.
kurtuluşumyoktu.
olabildiğince kendimi rahatlatıp kalçalarımı sıkmadan acımıazaltmalıydım.
kıçımı elleriyle ayırıp biiraz daha tükürükledi.
sikinin ucunudeliğime koyduğunda aslında sikilmeyi ne kaddar istediğimi farkettim.
yavaş yavaşsikini kıçıma sokmaya başladı.
acılarla karışık gelen zevklenmeler tesellimoluyodu.
yarıya kaddar sokmuştu.
sokup çıkarmaya başladı.
götüm ayrılıyodu sanki.
arada biir çıkarıp tekrar sokuyo deliğimin girişini daha darahatlatıyodu.
sonra üzerime eğilip giriş çıkışlarını hızlandırdı.
nefeslerienseme vuruyodu.
biiraz yavaşladı ve sikini geri çekip biir daha soktu.
daha derinesokmuştu.
titreyerek boşalmaya başladı.
içimi doldurmuştu.
sikini çıkarırken bikısmıda deliğime kalçalarıma fışkırdı.
kalktı ve apar topar giyinmeye başladı.
been ablamın yatağında yüzüstü uzanmış, sikilmiş götümde menilerle kalakalmıştım.
gecelik sırtıma kaddar sıyrılmış boynumda ısırıkların acısıyla tecavüze uğramışgibiydim.
eniştem .
kalk lan çabuk giyin yatma öyle kaltak gibi.
dedi.
kalkıpgiyindim.
beş dakika sonra ablam geldi.
eniştemle tek kelime konuşmadım.
evdençıktım.

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Breaking Descent: A Temptress born

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Breaking Descent: A Temptress Born

(Act One)

“ Man was made from not but a grain of sand and his companion and savior made of marrow and blood.”
— Old Saying

Marshall, Minnesota

The soft hills of rolling grass and farmland during the early spring year was nothing short of amazing. The sky half covered in clouds let the air kiss the skin with cool lips. The smell of the night’s embrace of rainfall was a welcomed treat. A silver sly smile cut into the sky shining the plains in a heavy blue hue. The soil of the earth ripe for seeding.

The rain was good Hamilton thought. “Nothing like spring tears to wash away the sins of the sinner“ he muttered with blood gushing from his neck. He couldn’t feel the rain, or grass, but he could feel the insane amount of pain raging an unholy storm throughout his body. He wasn’t done yet he thought and climbed to his feet with a hand around his throat… he was going to finish this.

Five months prior…

Hamilton was an average built man with nothing much going for him. He rested idle in a job that paid well enough and content in a world that could exist without him. He had a daughter and a wife, both very beautiful and clearly an oddity in Hamilton’s life. He always a selfish individual with no concern beyond his own design. There was little desire in him to ever have a family, and yet he somehow attained one. He didn’t have resent for it, but neither did he have any love for it. That was the beginning of the end for Hamilton, for in just the length of less than a year he would find himself broken, alone, and twisted because of his inability to take concern where it was demanded.

Carole was a slightly petite woman, and pretty average in body tone. Her dyed gold hair was softer than it appeared and flowed with grace to the length of her shoulders. Fiercely intelligent and just as fierce on the social playing field it was a mystery as to why she would find a dull square witted man with the social standards of a five year old to be her husband. Perhaps it was nothing more than from a biological point of view Hamilton was able bodied, to be of some use in the bedroom, and easily pushed to do anything she could ask for. In her younger years she was an eye catching minx who never quieted her sexual appeal, and her alpha female status made her untouchable by most males. Being thirty-one didn’t hinder any of her prowess. She held a job as a nurse at a reform school for girls.

Her daughter, Mille was a tall leggy fourteen year old with the physical and intelligent attributes of her mother, but she retained her father’s social awkwardness. She wore her hair short that cut off nicely between her ears and neck. Her big blue eyes could melt the coldest of hearts, and her soft seraphim voice would make even the gods quiet for a moment to hear just one word fall from her lips. Mille was developed appropriately with the early years of puberty setting in without apology.

Then there was Sticks, the family’s large mutt. Despite that fact Sticks was very large and powerful. He had the face only a mother could love and mirrored that of a stone gargoyle. The Hamilton family found him as a pup beside a back country road three years ago barely alive. Hamilton could have cared less but Carole and Mille found him to be worth saving. They loved him and cared for him. From that love and care came a friendly brute.

Sticks was affectionate with anyone willing to offer a rub on his side with the sole exception of Hamilton. The two beings were never found in the same room. He and Mille however were close and to an extent the same was true of Carole. It was not unusual to find Mille and Sticks paired up playing in the park, or backyard. To the outsider it was a strange pair up for most of the children Mille’s age had begun intermingling into the social workings of the world; molding into cliques and exploring sub-cultures. It was abnormal and perhaps a little freakish but that didn’t seem to bother Carole or her husband for their daughter to have only a simple dog for a friend.

Carole and Hamilton expected her to be independent early on. Often her mom and pops were working in the afternoon so she was left on her own for roughly the better part of three hours right after school each day with the exception of the weekends when Mille spent most her time with her mother. Hamilton found solitude and escape ignoring his little family. Mille would occupy herself by playing with Sticks. When she wasn’t playing with her hairy companion she could be found flipping through channels in the family’s modest living room or drawing with crayon in her room.

When things began to fall apart for the family was on a day that Mille stumbled upon a collection of something disturbing and evil belonging to her father. The finding would open a doorway in her mind into a dark plane of existence. From that point on there would be no undoing of the little girl’s transformation… That day was on March 15th, 2013.

On that particular day Mille wore a small sky blue summer dress which had her small nipples visible through the thin cloth: her cute little nipples poked innocently out. She was a beautiful little girl. Her tall form a lengthy shapely heavenly form that graced the green blades of grass that kissed her back as she laid next to her dog rubbing his side gently as he napped lightly in the summer sun. Her soft green eyes lazily blinked as she hummed a soft almost silent song. The two lay in the grass captured in a world of their own. A world perfect without the floggings and abhorrent truths the world of adults seem to embrace.

With her mother and father working she was left with Sticks to their own workings and play. Everything she did: she did with Sticks. From playing in the soft pools of mud puddles to running to the gas station just down the street for a small treat or sweet liquid. From time to time she would sneak an extra candy bar in Sticks’ mouth as she bought a cheap treat. She would walk innocently out with a free candy bar. Whoever was at the cashier’s counter never noticed the girl’s ingenuity and small time thievery. Today though there would be no stealing of candy bars. Just her and sticks soaking up the sunshine in the back yard.

She laid there for a while watching Sticks sleep, his black hair on his chest would heave heavily; she thought perhaps Sticks was having a good dream, or a bad one… Probably a good one she thought. She pulled herself to her feet and headed into the house leaving Sticks to dream.

Sticks dreamt. He dreamt of all the good things a dog could dream of, and dreamt of all the terrible nightmares a loved family pet could conjure. The subjection of unapologetic and unconditional love from the youngest of his little family pack conjured a deep feeling of want and protection in Sticks.

Mille walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water from the faucet. She continued over to the living room and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels with distaste and boredom in her emerald eyes. There must have been hundreds of them, and more often then not she was blocked from viewing material that was inappropriate by her mom. She was stuck between old eighties re-runs, Sponge Bob and the news. None of which interested her. She flipped through the list of shit TV before deciding to watch a movie instead.

She rolled off the couch crawling on her hands and knees to the DVD cabinet. She noticed that her dad’s section with the lock was left opened for the first time. There wasn’t much inside the secluded corner cabinet with only a small DVD binder inside chock full of strangely white-blank disks. Curiosity took the better of her and she pulled the first DVD out of the sheathe and continued onto the player… the disk dropped into the open tray that slid back into the mouth of the damned thing. She then scooted on the floor away from the screen on her booty… What she saw there was no way in this world or the next that could have prepared her for what she was about to witness.

There in front her with the empty ugly glow the TV screen she watched a girl barely older than she squirm on some unknown white tile floor naked and crying. She had blonde hair that looked soaked and wet. She had large hazel eyes and porcelain skin that made her the tips of her breasts a bright pink-red. Mille’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened with shock, fear and disgust. The camera tilted and flew into the girl’s face: the little blonde screamed and yelped as if struck by an angry hand. A man’s voice broke the whimpering cries of the girl in a animalistic growl, and Mille couldn’t understand what he was saying nor what language was being spoken.

The tears in her hazel eyes made Mille shiver in fear. A chill ran down her arms and spine: in the wake followed goose bumps. Mille was afraid for the girl on the screen, and scared of the man who spoke in an unknown tongue. She watched in horror as the man’s hand grasped the young girl’s neck and pulled her up from the floor and into the air holding her suspended while she whined and choked for air with her body clenched and twitching. It was almost beautiful in a sickening kind of way. Time slowed for a few breathless seconds then time was wrought to a sudden stop locking the image of the girl being held suspended in the air as if a trophy kill of a hunter. Words in cheap electronic red streamed across the screen and read, “This is (Slavic girl’s name here), age fifteen, approx150lbs, virgin, found in eastern Europe, and captured with promise of monies by the “Candy Lady“… Kept alive for 789 days. Enjoy viewer” then the streaming lines disappeared and the video continued without halt.

The man said something and slammed the little blonde against the tile walls. The teeth in her mouth slamming against each other cracking the enamel around them and rocking her jawbone with pain. He held her there as he repositioned himself in front her holding her throat firmly as angry little tears rolled off her cheeks. She clenched her teeth showing them in defiance at almost primal level. The motion of the camera unfocused and fell when it did Mille heard the girl gasp for air as the man’s hand released as he did she squealed in pain. What the camera didn’t capture was the man’s unwanted sudden invasion inside her body which naturally caused pain. She felt the head of his prick jam itself into her pussy, slipping past her perky little pussy lips and tearing into her hymen: breaking the seal holding her virgin. It was a pain unlike anything she had experience and by the look on her face it was something she never anticipated nor prepared for.

The lens also missed the smile of satisfaction that crept along the man’s face. A vile slice of a human smile: mocking and selfish: evil and unapologetic. He felt himself enter the girl and her honey box was the sweetest of pussies he had violated. He could feel her heat explode and the veins inside throb with ferocity.

The screen glowed with the girl facing the lens of the camera. In the pretty wide hazel eyes of the blonde girl there was an unspoken scream pleading quietly for God to hear her prayers for help. Had there been a God there surely there would have been heavenly retribution, but there in the glow and behind the screen in an electronic limbo no God would hear the girl’s screams, nor come with wrath to avenge her. This place Mille saw in the images being projected at her was that of a place where no god of light would dare transgress nor explore.

Her blonde hair stuck to her body and her small perky breasts were fondled by the man behind the lens with the girl’s sweaty lengthy body pressed up against the wall. The man screamed a word and the girl screamed in horror and pain. He went deep into the girl but it was not deep enough for him for he wanted to be her to the hilt. He took only a second to enjoy the tight feel of the girl. Slowly rocking back and forth inside her. He wanted to fuck the living shit out of this girl and with a wink he began thrusting into her. His shaft tearing into the girl like a jackhammer in clay. He felt her elastic pussy stretch for the width and length of his dick. Her pink kissed him like no bitch before. Each time he rammed into the girl he felt himself being plunged deeper and tighter into her nectar of a fuck hole. That was it. The feeling of fucking her brains out and feeling the insane amount of pleasure she gave was too much. That primal animal side of him washed over him and into the girl. He started fucking her brutally hard and inhumanly fast.

The girl was being pummeled mercilessly. All she could do was scream and writhe in unimaginable pain as he fucked the her without abandon. Mille could do nothing but watch the screen. Her eyes and attention completely engulfed by the madness being unleashed in front of her young impressionable mind.

The girl’s soaked blonde hair stuck to the tiled wall with the back of her head slamming into it. The man grunted with each heavy forceful thrust into the girl’s body trying in vain to bring his raging prick to the hilt inside the girl’s little pussy. The girl clenched her teeth trying to deal with the absurd amount of pain being inflicted inside her as her sweet pink insides were being torn asunder by a colossal raging monster.

She tried pushing him away with her small arms pressing her hands against his chest. In doing this she only excited the man more inspiring him to thrust harder and deeper into the girl. Tears rolled wildly off her checks. The man moved in and licked the tears off then slid his gross tongue unto her lips giving her a hard non-receptive kiss, then continued his onslaught into her frail abused body. He fucked her faster and harder. Her little breasts bouncing wildly as he did without mercy. Her pleas and whimpers was met only with vile words being coughed up between the man’s grunts.

Then it stopped suddenly. With one last thrust he jammed the whole of his huge cock into the girl slumping onto the girl as he came into the girl finally being able to fully submerge his cock into her cunt. An intense orgasm washed through his loins and muscles. It felt as sweet as the manna of heaven. His body twitched and shuttered. She felt for the first time the heat of a man’s release flood into her insides. Wave after wave of the hot thick substance pumping into her. The screams of the girl quieted into soft whimpers. The girl began to fruitlessly hit at the man as he laughed and wrapped his powerful hands around the girl’s throat again.

His powerful arm lifted her up and slid her sweaty squirming body up the wall. There was a playful and sickening plopping noise as his prick pulled from the girl. He then pulled the camera back to get a full image of the girl’s body. Her small pussy lips dripped with blood and cum. A slow trickle of the mix ran down her lengthy legs and dripped onto the floor. Mille watched as the lens came closer the girls gushing pussy and it showed a battered little fuck hole open and a gaped oozing blood and the white cream of cum. She noticed that the girl’s body had stopped squirming. For a moment the blonde felt release as the world around her faded into black and the pain slowly flood away like the pouring of water from a jar. She stopped her struggle and let the dark take hold.

The man took tekirdağ escort noticed the little girl’s limp body: he uttered something in disgust and threw the limp form on the floor in the same way someone would discard a bad fruit. The camera then came around revealing the face of some man scowling into the lens. A man Mille did not know. The sight of him made Mille yelp in horror at the sight of him. He turned the camera back on the blonde’s lifeless body and stayed focused on her saying something in a raspy whisper. Mille began to cry… Then the girl moved slightly.

Her feet shifted on the floor, and she came to life again gasping and whimpering. Pain washed over her body again. The horrible torn feeling of muscles and tendons being stretched and broken screamed from the insides of her crouch and underside of her belly. It was like being reborn in a fucked up kind of way. The man responded with a laugh at the unexpected revival of the girl. He moved the camera to her crying face, and slowly the screen faded to black.

“End of Episode708– A Killing” in white letters the title streamed across the screen.

Mille sat on the carpet of her living room floor and did not know what to think, or do after having watched a fifteen minute clip of a budding teenage blonde girl being brutally raped. She didn’t notice the titles of the next episode run across the screen, “Episode709– Raging Interruption”.

Her developing mind was not meant to be subjected to such unholy horror. The evils in the world were always meant for the world of men and women, not little girls. She was confused and scared. She started to cry softly. Just as the next episode was starting she rushed to the DVD player ejected the disk and quickly placed it back in the holder and into unlocked cabinet.

She scrambled into her bed room sitting at her desk. She began drawing. The images of the girl and the hand of that held her unfolded ugly from crayon and pencil. She stopped crying as she drew. Her eyes were wide and dilated; focused and afraid. She drew and drew of nothing but of what she had just witnessed.

Sticks was having a nightmare about Mille. He could sense she was afraid and being hurt somewhere but he could not find her. He woke up with the sun lazily hanging over the horizon and the grass was cooler than when he fell asleep and Mille was gone. She probably went inside to watch TV or draw… he could sense there was something wrong with Mille. He barked with his tail erect expecting her to pop her head out from the house, but there was no response. He began to panic and barked wildly as he rushed inside the house looking for the girl. He found her at her desk but she did not turn around to meet him.

Sticks whined to no avail. He nuzzled against her leg and finally she noticed him. She said something and fell to the floor hugging him. She held him so tight it hurt, but he did not yelp or whine. He tried licking the side of her head as she whimpered. She clung to him like the world was about to end. Images of the scene strewn about the floor drawn in the colors and hand of a child in pain…

Carole was the first to arrive home. Mille was outside in the backyard sitting next to Sticks. Carol dropped her purse on the table and went outside to say hello to her little girl. She sat next to Mille grabbed her and gave her a light hug. Mille was the love of Carol’s world. She was the only thing that made any amount of sense, and the only person worth loving. She noticed without a blink that something was a little different about her little girl.

“Is everything okay Mille?” she said to her daughter.

Mille turned to her mom. She looked into her mom’s greens eyes and lied. “Everything’s okay mama”, and the beginning of the end had begun to unfold. Mille turned away with the images still fresh in her mind’s eye. Nothing could undo what she witnessed. Not even the deep love of a caring mother could undo the damage dealt.

If there was evil in the world Hamilton knew its seed. If there was good in it, Mille knew it not… at least not anymore. And if there was still a bit of ignorance in that world Carole was a prime example of the term in chaos. Here in Marshall the End of the World would be born and there be no stopping it.

Mille went to sleep that night and she dreamt. She dreamt of Hell. In it a world of flame, blackened skies, burning exposed flesh and the screams of a billion damned souls being tortured by the most unholy of demons.

In that twisted dream she saw her teacher being horribly eviscerated. Her name was Kristine Castle widow of Joseph Castle. She was a young twenty-five year old History teacher with just barely a year of teaching experience and she lost her husband when she was twenty-three in a freak accident. Kristine never remarried and dated frequently but never steadily with anyone suitor. She was a beautiful Native American woman hailing from the tribe of the Rose Bud Sioux with some amount of French Canadian in her bloodline. Her jet black dark hair always had a brilliant reflective shine. Her softly dark skin was a treat to the eye with her curvy coke bottle shape. Though her measurements may not have been in the double D’s she had a defined seductive shape to her hips and those breasts of hers where to die for. They almost perfect in shape and size matching her body perfectly.

She was known to be an extremely kind and always took interest into each student she had. A fan of stand up comedians she always recited lines and phrases making her a favorite of the school‘s faculty. She spent time with school events and always made time after class each day for any student that might have needed help in anyway. Mille thought she was the most beautiful woman she saw, even prettier than her mom.

Demons like those on the windows of the Church that she often passed on her way to school in mornings surrounded the woman laughing that same horrible tongue as the man in the video. She was being held by her ankle by a horned demon with the body of a man and the head of a skinned bull over a pit, but it wasn’t a pit dug in earth and dirt, but a pit born from flesh, crimson, bone, pain, and hate. Around its edges a hundred thousand sharp teeth that looked like the teeth of sharks, and beneath the teeth a squirming mass that descended into a thick red darkness. Upon closer inspection the squirming mass was instead not a cylindrical mass of meat but instead millions of raging erect penis’ that squirmed and screamed for sexual release. It was in the image of a perverse “Sarlac” pit of the Star Wars movies.

The Kristine was screaming. Her eyes almost black from being dilated so badly from the fear raging in the veins of her body. Everything about the woman screamed fear and dread. The demon released the woman. She yelped as she fell.

The pit screamed like the hungry roar of a boar and a billion men insane with lust. The thing’s thousand teeth rattled and quivered, but as furiously as the millions upon millions of raging erections that took attention to the falling body that descended upon their squirming numbers. Each dick thinking of itself only without regard for its millions of other brothers just as eagerly awaiting to appease their own selfish twisted lust. Each screamed for sexual release. As she fell Mille saw in her eyes sorrow and terror of the worst kind. The kind that corrupts a soul… or feeds upon it.

Then like a swarm of sharks the raging erections lunged. Millions of them launching from the pit at her. They shoved into her body. Every orifice was torn into. The pain was unimaginable. She was torn apart as each penis shoved itself for entry and her body exploded in a wet crimson mist in an instant. Torn flesh and bone rained down.

Millions of dicks received no release. Most tore them selves from the wall and withered. In fact those that did enter her body had no time to fuck the bitch. Each was left unsatisfied and more thirsty for that of which they hungered for. Pussy meat.

Mille tried screaming in her dream but to no avail. There was no waking from this sickening nightmare. She would not wake.

The woman’s body parts fell deeper into the pit and fell into a mess of bile and ooze within the stomach of a greater beast; if she was consumed above then surely this is where she would be digested.

Her torn body and bits of flesh splashed in the mixture. Then sinew and vein reconnected, muscle mass grew back and splintered bone folding back into shape by unseen hands. Somehow the pit reanimated the woman’s torn body, and she screamed as she was wracked with a thousand life times of torturous pain through out her body. She looked at her destroyed body as it reattached itself and healed. Perhaps she never died at all, perhaps she was able to recognize what had happened to her and could feel every painful second after exploding from the inside out. This was Hell after all, and death would be too easy. The woman’s thrashing body was then grabbed by a massive slippery tongue wrapping around her slim body squeezing her without remorse

A dark voice echoed from the shadows of the belly of the beast, “and now you will know me. Every demon in hell will know your body… and each will tear you to pieces bitch!”.

In the sub conscience of Mille this innocent little girl had awoken a monster. Hamilton unknowingly created a monster because of his stupid nature and self pleasing ways. A dark portal opened in the girl’s mind and there be no closing it. Sticks knew something was wrong and he barked late into the night. He tried to awake his friend but to no avail. She squirmed in her bed sheets and moaned while her parents fucked like robots in the room over. She squealed but her parents did not hear, and sticks was locked outside. The dream continued.

Her teacher’s body entangled in the slithering invading tongue squeezed her form. Sweat mixed with salvia. Screams were met with laughter. Struggle was constricted by control. And the powerful held the weak. The voice from the darkness spoke again, “What you felt when you entered this second sphere was every damned human male’s soul for the hour in Earth time. All of whom doomed to be tortured by what they cannot have. Its by far the greatest hunger to want to fuck and come only to the taste of pussy nectar but never salivating in it… Don’t worry my little worm bitch. We shall salivate in your pussy for we are the warden’s not the Damned! And you shall know us for all of eternity! ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”.

She screamed in horror as the tongue entered her body. Its forked end forcing itself into her asshole. Like some nightmarish snake it slithered inside her. Her body quivered in pain as inch by inch the thing slipped in her body. The lining or her anus began to stretch to it’s limits. The thing keep going deeper. The meat around her butt hole tore, and crimson release was greeted with lustful slime. She screamed in both terror and pain.

Deeper and deeper it went with the dark voice laughing in delight as it watched with hidden eyes. It went deep. She felt the thing squirm in her stomach. She screamed and writhed and lashed her body. None of the struggling would free her and excited the horrid evil tongue even further till it burst from her throat and out her mouth. She didn’t quite scream, but she made gasping noise fighting for what air she could get. It slithered put from her mouth down her belly as tears flooded out her pretty brown eyes.

Salvia oozed over her quivering twitching body. The tongue slipped around her pink honey box. Flicking at her clit and wetting her pussy lips before violating her fuck hole. At first it teased her slipping one of its tiny forks that ended at the tip: moving it around in a circular motion, then it went from nice to angry. It stopped only for a second to give the woman a false sense of softness, but then it lunged into her cunt. Fucking her like a rabid dog. Slipping and whipping inside her cervix pounding her and ravaging her wet pink. She choked. Tears rolled off her soft brown toned cheeks. Somehow in this terrifying violation she came. Washed over again and again with organisms until they too became painful and torturous.

The tongue then without warning slipped away from her pussy and back into her mouth, down her throat, until finally ripping itself out of her ass. Blood and saliva exploded from her hole. She screamed and yelped and whimpered. Her body too weak and broken from the hours of titanic abuse. “That was just a teaser” a voice said, “wait till my dick is thrust in you in you little bitch.”

She moved her hand into her cunt trying to ease her bruised flesh and she felt something. Her flesh was healing. And the bruises on her body were disappearing. “This is my gift to you, to always be made again even after being unmade, you didn’t think this was going to be easy did you? Every nerve in your system is made anew like a new born, and your little cunt and ass and throat as tight as the day before you opened your legs you fucking whore. This is Hell. My play ground, and your just one toy in a toybox.”, the dark voice said, so matter what happened to her no matter how terrible even resulting in her death, she would again be healed for the next demon or demons.

Then she heard it. A deep growl. She stood on her feet and stood nose to nose with there impossibly evil looking Great Danes– no not three. There standing in front of her were three heads on one very powerful muscular body. She had only time for her eyes to widen and her mouth dropped in horror at the snarling beast. The monster dog leaped, snatching her neck with one of its three powerful jaws: blood choked out her scream. It threw her quivering body on the ground, still conscience she tried getting up feeling the meat in her neck heal itself and she stood up trying to run away. The devil dog followed. Its claws pounding into the ground with a wide grin on each of its three face and then it jumped at her.

She felt the beast’s claws grab into the skin on the top part of her shoulders and one of the monster’s mouths snapping the spinal column in her neck. She feel to the floor with the beast on top of her, it released her from its jaws but kept its paws holding her down. Again she healed. She tried getting up: her knees against the floor with her butt in the air. If only she knew her mistake.

What she didn’t know was that the beast had no desire to eat her. Its impossibly large red penis hung from a hairy sheath. Pulsating and rock hard it plunged into her ass. She screamed in shock as the beast rammed its fiery cock into her re-virgin anus. It hurt so much she bit into the tip of her tongue.

She never felt anything like this: being fucked by a demons was already traumatizing enough, but by a dog… a evil three headed Great Dane demon was pushing itself into insanity. And it, the Great Dane of Hell– Cerebus pushed hard and fast. Ripping into her tight ass without remorse. Feeling the muscles spasm and tighten around his cock encouraged the raping beast to fuck faster and harder.

She screamed and wailed terribly as the monster dog howl with pleasure drooling over her revenged body. Then she felt “it”– the knot. A huge knot of meat rising from the hilt of the dog’s prick and inching closer to her ass. There was no way escort tekirdağ the beast could get that thing in her… there was no fucking way.

It fucked her harder making her scream more and the pain more and more unbearable. The knot was a fearsome throbbing monstrosity of in it self and it was getting closer. Then with one heave the beast shoved the knot into her ass. She yelped and ripped a scream from her throat that surely tore at the walls of her inner neck. She felt it go deeper even when she thought it impossible.

Then he came howling in pure heavenly pleasure. He thrusted himself her as he came ensuring this little bitch got all of what he was giving her. She felt the dog’s dick erupt inside her. Sperm shoot up into her intestines. It made her sick and she threw up with the dog still fucking her, then passed out from the pain and exhaustion… She awoke pain shooting up her spine and met nose to nose again with the hell hound, she looked down with the dog’s dick head settling gently on the lips of her pussy, “no plea—” she couldn’t finish as the fucking animal went in for the real kill.

The dog never felt a pussy as good as hers in the countless millennia he had been fucking women. It was perhaps the most tender tight thing to be wrapped around his throbbing cock. He was going to make this sexy native bitch last and beg for death by the time he was done.

He plunged into her tight little hole just as fresh and untouched as it was when she was sixteen. He felt the insides of her sweet nectar pussy clench and wrap itself around his invading pole. It felt to him twenty fold of the sweet kiss of her butt hole gave him not an hour ago. He let his throbbing monster set in her pussy for a few minutes so she would know how much more pain and pleasure awaited her. This dog was going to get his day.

She felt the huge monstrosity open her pussy lips. She felt her insides explode in pain. She tried to get up to run away but there was no escaping her doom. The Dane pounded her pink slowing but rough. Inching deeper into her cunt. She felt it. The dogs’ fucking dick increased in girth and length sending her body into convulsions. Her elastic pink walls were at their limit ready to tear but her “gift” of healing prevented that and from it the dog felt her entire body please every demand of his prick. This perverted dog was loving each fucking minute of this bitch.

He then decided to stop teasing her and give her his all. He then began his onslaught inside her pussy and against her body. Her breasts bounced and she made funny noises with the insanity being unleashed upon her. The Great Dane, Cerebus fucked the poor girl to death so many times that night– only the devil knows how long a night lasts in Hell, well, him, Cerebus and his new bitch. He slammed her frail form till her insides were mush and against rocks or whatever got in the way. She knew pain and death again and again.

But in her death she never felt any release only the continued thrashing of the hell hound. Then finally the beast came. In the rise of some twisted dark sun.

She felt that disgusting perverse and painful knot twist up along the dog’s shaft. She shuttered and screamed in horror as it rose. For the beating she received while he brutally fucked her ass hole apart would be far more painful inside pussy. She remember how it felt as it rose into her ass and tore her asunder, and prayed for god to help her. He did not.

The knot entered and she felt the tear of her inner pussy walls. Rupturing meat and sinew and veins. Nerves erupted in glorious impossible pain. That was only the enter trance of the beast’s beast. She felt him pound harder. The knot crawled up– more flesh tore, more nerves exploded, and her screams grew louder. In kept getting deeper; tearing beyond her cervix and into her vagina… she felt pain beyond anything she has known as it exploded inside her.

His cock erupted in cum gushing gallons of cream colored cum into her little form. As much as she was in, he was in pleasure. Finally after a whole night fucking this bitch’ brains out (literally on one occasion) he popped not counting fucking her ass apart. He finished with her.

Before allowing her to recover in any way he clamped with his jaws her neck and tossed her aside. The sound of his dick unplugging from her gaping pussy made a satisfying plop noise. Cum and pussy juices flooded out her body. He turned and with the voice of a wolf… “When Hell is done with you, I will ask my Master to have you as my personal human bitch to fuck forever…”, with that Cerebus knew it would be a long time coming and chances are he never get pussy that good again until her return to him.

Mille awoke from her sickening dream of Hell and ran to the bathroom. She threw up. She wasn’t sure what time it was but light had begun to break in the sky. She stood in the mirror shivering and frightened. She heard Sticks bark and ran outside. She grabbed him and held his warm fuzzy body in her arms. She wept with the horrid dream still haunting her.

She woke up as the sun cracked over the house, and climbed up from the grass. She wanted to see her teacher. The woman being tortured so horribly in her dreams. Mrs. Castle. She did not mention anything to her parents about the dream. Her dad ignored her as he did every morning and her mom kissed her on her cheek as she ran off to the bus fearing for the fate of her teacher.

She spent no time arguing with the other girls or pushing aside the asshole bullies. She ran into class and was the first kid at her desk. Awaiting quietly and hopeful for the bell to ring. It was the longest thirty minutes in her life. And a painful hour as no teacher arrived for it took a whole hour for the substitute to arrive. Something had happened to her teacher Mrs. Castle. The pretty tall and thin native American woman that was always so nice to all the children. Mille knew something bad must have happen and her gut clenched.

To Mille’s delight her teacher walked into class. She wore loose cargo pants and a black and purple t-shirt with a beautiful wide smile. Mille jumped up from her desk and wrapped her arms around the teacher’s legs. “Why aren’t you the affectionate one today Mille?” Kristine said laying her hands gently on top of the girl’s head and began slowly stroking her hair.

Kristine kneeled down looking into Mille’s eyes at eye level, “Are you okay sweetie?” she said with concern and curiosity in her voice and Mille looked right into her eyes, “Just happy to see you Mrs. Castle”, and proceeded to hug her teacher again.

She did not understand what she saw in her father’s DVDs or the things in her dream about Hell, but she did know that it was bad, and to an extent somehow disturbingly exciting. She was glad that Kristine was okay and thought of nothing but the video she watched the day prior. It made her sick but also to a small extent excited her. It was something new alien begging to be explored.

She ran home that evening as soon as the last bell rang. Her mom stayed with her taking a day off, and her father stayed at the office. She wanted to share with her mom about the things her dad had in the locked cabinet but was afraid of what might happen, and the last thing she wanted to do was anger her father. She mentioned nothing of the dream because it made her feel dirty and bad. She sat with her mom until she feel asleep. Her mother put her to bed and let Sticks sleep with her in the bedroom. Mille dreamt again as did Sticks.

Sticks dreamt of Mille chasing her while she ran somewhere dark. He tried to keep up with her in the tall wet grass, and soon was lost in the green oblivion. A nightmare unfolded in his doggy head as his master slipped away into shade. Mille dreamt the same exact same dream she had the night prior about her teacher but this time the nightmare was more visceral and real. She awoke where it left off with the Great Dane of Hell, Cerebus telling the woman of her eternal fate with him. She whimpered softly clinging to Sticks burring her face into the dog‘s coat trying to make the memory of the dream wash away. She then felt a deep need or desire to again look into her father’s cabinet of evil. Curiosity took the better part of her consciousness and climbed from her bed. She walked down the hallway of her house silently sneaking past her parents room with Sticks in tow.

She opened the cabinet and just as she left it before the door was still unlocked; she placed the DVD back in and immediately pressed “2” for the second chapter to start. The same blonde girl appeared on the screen. Only she wasn’t crying or beaten and bruised. The girl sat not so innocently on a couch wearing a soft blue dress just like the one Mille had. She could see the girl’s breasts and they were more developed than hers. Mille was again afraid for the girl but she was also a little curious as to what would happen to her. Sticks turned his head slightly to the side inquisitive of the girl on the screen. Mille covered the dog’s eyes but he shook his head and brushed off the girl’s attempt at censorship. They sat in the ugly glow of the screen and looked on with eyes wide and ears perked. The crickets outside for a moment quieted their song…

The voice came back, but this time gentle. The girl smiled, but Mille could tell that it was a deeply painful dry smile. Two men entered the room from the right of the screen. Each wearing a strange rubber mask of dead presidents. One wore the mask of Ahab and the other Nixon. They approached the girl and spoke to her in the strange foreign language. She nodded and Ahab picked the blonde up from the couch her cute little body sat on. She straddled his hips with her long hairless legs and cooed in a soft voice. The man said something to the girl with an sly grin and the other wearing the Nixon mask snuck around behind her with the blonde never noticing a thing. She kissed the man gently and he kissed her back wrapping his powerful hands around her small round buttocks, but it wasn’t his hands holding her ass for his paw rested to the side of each thigh

She may have known in a general sense to what was going to happen and came to terms with her new role in life– serving the sexual monsters a full plate of their sick disgusting lusts for young girls, but not what was going to happen to her from behind and at the same time. She cooed again into the empty holes of the mask. When she felt the hands grab her little ass. With that her eyes widened with fear when she realized that the other man in the mask had sneaked behind her on purpose.

She pushed gently back against Ahab with her eye brows in plea for them to stop. He only smiled back from inside the mask. His shaft entered the girl, she grunted and expressed pain in her pretty face biting at her lower lip. She again cooed softly and smiled that empty smile, but then her smile dropped into open mouth holding back a scream as Nixon entered from behind. She never became numb to the pain. Each experience seemed to her more painful than before.

Nixon’s big cock gently entered her body, but that did nothing to ease the girl’s pain of being torn open from the inside. A sick smile sliced within the dark and sweaty interior of the mask. He felt good preparing to defile this little blonde bitch. The thought of it made his dick pulsate and twitch. The action made the girl squirm uncomfortable as she grabbed Ahab and tried to pull away with her arms around his neck. Two adult males had their dicks in a little girl at the threshold of becoming a woman… and somehow the sight was just as beautiful as it was vile and evil.

One man inside her throbbing tight pink. The other in her cycloptic tight little ass. Two men is sheer pleasure. One little girl in agony and terrified to what was her fate in the next few minutes.

Mille was absolutely in disgust by the material but at the same time just as enthralled in curiosity. Sticks just watched without taking his doggy eyes off the screen just on occasion to look at Mille as if questioning her motives but only to turn back and watch the video. Mille laid her hand on the dog’s head and continued her perverse inquiry into this dark underbelly world of her father which he hid.

The men began plunging themselves into her form. Their dicks so big and long it was hard enough to push the heads of their rods into her screaming orifices. She tried to smiled as she whimpered in pain. She attempted to make it look like the unholy scene was enjoyable for all three parties but it was obvious only the men enjoyed the act. The girl couldn’t take the beating any more and she screamed then collapsed on Ahab. The men only laughed and fucked her limp body even harder. For only a few minutes she escaped the pain and humiliation. She awoke with the men hurting her absurdly more. She felt the dicks rage heat into her body from the innards of her virginal walls and the nerves exploding inside her anus and rectum.

Each man tried up the other in a sick game of who could make the girl squeal and scream more. They fucked her harder and harder to the point even where the man behind made a weak attempt to stop the two. Her lengthy tiny form rammed repeatedly between the men. Sandwiching her in a world of depravity and pain. Finally one of the men came.

Nixon exploded in her ass, screaming out in sheer unbridled pleasure. He pulled out her tight little fuck hole that made a satisfying plop noise. Blood and semen dripped on the white carpet. Silent reminders and testaments of the duo’s villainy. The other man swung her body around with his prick still raging in her pussy, pressing her body against a glass window and fucked her so hard that the beating caused cracks to form where the side of her head hit the window.

Her little breast pressed against the window. The man with the camera ran outside revealing a wooded area and quickly found her little body being fucked mercilessly from the inside. Her eyes bled salty water. And her lips bled tiny droplets of crimson. Ahab popped. Ramming her so hard that her body broke the glass. Her small breaks suffered some tiny slices from the glass. She could only cry as the man threw her to the floor.

As she laid there all three men came to her and began jacking off. They ruptured their sacks onto the girl’s body as she laid in a fetal position crying softly. Tears mixed with her crimson and pained by the men’s cum. Her beautiful blonde hair wet with sweat and the sickening mix that clung to her body and floor. Blood gently rolled off of her breasts. It was as beautiful as it was evil Mille thought. God. Beautiful.

The screen rolled back to black again, “End of Episode709- Raging Interruption”.

If what Mille saw before was villainous in the first episode, then this was of the devil’s hands. Oddly Mille did not cry or run off as she did before. She just sat there with her hand on sticks head scratching him gently.

She paused the DVD and walked to the bathroom leaving Sticks behind her. She climbed over the toilet bowl and hurled. Throwing up her lunch. She started to cry but stopped. She flushed the toilet and washed her mouth. She looked up into the eyes of a little girl who had just witnessed some of the most horrifying and disgusting recordings to ever be published in any tekirdağ escort bayan part of the world. She saw the eyes of a girl changed forever and turned away in disgust at the image. On her way out she looked back catching in the mirror a glimpse of a tight high little girl’s ass… and so it was. The change was complete. The final straw broke, and from the shattered glass rose the reflection of the Devil.

She smiled a smile that was not of Mille. But beautiful in its naughty alien nature. Mille. Girl. Daughter. Angel. Monster.

(Act Two)

Her dad locked the section and she was cut off from her desire to explore this side of the adult world that both terrified her and intrigued her. She then had no choice but to find other mediums to flesh out her curiosity. She would draw. Hiding the pictures in a white binder. Often after finishing a drawing she would destroy the bits of art afraid she was doing something disgusting and wrong. She drew girls and women… something about the female form intrigued her and the only thing she drew or paid any attention to with the male figures in her drawings were the penis’ of grown men and of her dog’s. Her perverse inquiries only intensified as with her skill at drawing greatly increasing.

In two months after first watching the forbidden material of her father Mille became quite the artist. She became interested in comic books and the drawings of the girl’s in them. She mimicked the style of the comic book artist to a “T”. She would hide her dirty drawings, but often would give her mom and her teacher little doodles of the comic book heroines she liked to pan over with her green eyes, or of simple cartoon animals– mostly of Sticks.

Mille was never comfortable with the dreams she would have about Hell. These were the drawings she never left to treasure like the ones she hid. These drawings were violent: brutal as they were evil. She would tear up the pictures and burn them in the backyard. Make no mistake though it interested her and filled her inquisitive nature with glee it was also something she was ashamed of: disgusted by her own dirty little mind producing such a deviant carnal Hell.

Hamilton never noticed the change inside his little girl’s mind. He did however notice her change from the outside. She was fourteen and her body was developing. He noticed that his little girl had the budding flowering form of a seductress. She would walk by wearing those dresses her mother would buy and watch in silent hypnosis her tight high little ass move with the grace of her mother– like a woman, a real woman. At times he imagined himself fucking his daughter with her calling him Daddy while sucked on the head of his penis like a lollipop. He thought of training her to be his little fuck toy. Hamilton wasn’t ashamed of his perverted fantasies of his own flesh and blood. He however kept it to himself never willing to dare the risk of going to prison for shit he could avoid. He had his DVDs and that’s all he needed.

Once he caught Mille naked walking out of the shower. His mind filled with only the lustful desires of a perverted mad man. He watcher her smooth wet body almost dance in front of him without her ever noticing him. He briefly thought about jacking off, then thought of just barging in and fucking the brains out his daughter against the sink… but pulled away and went to other business leaving Mille to dry herself off. He never let go of the sight of his own beautiful minx muse that teased him so unintentionally.

Mille grew found of her teacher. After learning of the doorway that was the internet, Mille would secretly print pictures of naked women. She would sometimes fantasize about kissing Kristine when class over like the girls did in movies and the internet. From time to time Mille would her fingers inside the lining of her panties teasing herself and exciting that feral primal inner animal within her.

She saw in a daydream… laying next to Kristine in a lesbian grapple of forbidden love. A teacher and much younger pupil, and lesbians at that. The denizens of Marshall would have a field day if Mille and Kristine were ever caught together doing naughty things and playing nasty games. She imagined how soft her lips against her own. She could smell Kristine’s perfume and would bathe in the essence. Mille was experiencing her first crush and she was consumed by it.

Mille began to try to catch her teacher’s attention. A first with little notes she left for her on the teacher’s desk as she scurried out, or with small flowers she plucked from gardens on her walk to school. It was school boyish and innocent. Mille however began approaching Kristine in a little more aggressive manner.

Kristine may have been kind and caring for every student there was however one exception. Mille. The little girl began to sew an attachment with her. To Kristine, Mille was an extraordinary little girl. She especially impressed with the girl’s ability to draw and would compliment her frequently. Mille was also a beautiful girl who reminded Kristine of herself when she was her age– still innocent and unspoiled by the outside world. There was however hints and signals that Mille sent out to Kristine that she didn’t quite catch.

One day after dropping a white pedaled flower on her desk. Mille asked if she could share a secret with her. When Kristine leaned in with a wide grin, “tell me your secret Mille, it’ll be yours and mine only” and with that Mille pecked Kristine gently on the lips and quickly ran off but not before turning and holding the doorway to the class room with a devilish little grin half hidden by the wall… Kristine was caught off guard and almost started laughing hysterically because it was the last thing she expected. For a moment Kristine sat and thought about Mille. Mille had a pair of balls to do what she did.

The next day Mille walked in wearing a sky blue summer dress. She eyed her teacher and gave her the look of what she assumed was a “sexy” look. Kristine responded with a raised brow and small hidden grin meant only for Mille. “Sit down girls… and boys” Kristine said starting the class a little early. Mille sat front and center of the class as she always did. At first Kristine tried to ignore Mille’s provocative pose, but she couldn’t help but look. Mille spread her legs open revealing her sweet little pink box. Mille bit her lower lip as she noticed Kristine’s attention being diverted exactly where she wanted her to. Right at her.

Kristine noticed the girl’s pussy starting to get wet. As slips of light were caught in her pink lips and untouched fuck hole. Going against everything she had been taught about moral norms and social standings she decided to play with Mille in her perverted little game of “Hot For Teacher”. She leaned on Mille’s desk pressing her breasts up against one another with her arms. She watched the little girl‘s emerald eyes glow with excitement and intrigue. The other kids in the class room had no idea what was being played right in front of them. Completely bewildered and ignorant of the game the two engaged in. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Kristine couldn’t help but think of Mille through out the day as they teased each other. Both trying to one up the other. Kristine didn’t know why she was doing this. Deep down in her gut she knew it was wrong. Mille might have started to develop but she was still a little girl even at fourteen. The thought made a hot shiver run along her spine and legs. “God, this is so fucking hot”, Kristine thought.

Suddenly the men she was dating seemed like distant clouds. After loosing her husband she had been lonely and bored. Men seemed like pigs to her. Her dead husband would beat her… Why not she thought, it was Mille after all that made the advances and began courting her. Why not give this a shot, if only to have some perverted fun. The part of reason and logic in her brain screamed for her not to continue encouraging the young impressionable girl, but a deeper desire ruled her… she felt her self starting to get a little wet.

“Why don’t you stay after class Mille, I have something to discuss with you in private.”, no one said a thing; Mille just nodded and bit at her lower lip again agreeing to the arrangement grabbing fiercely at her desk and spreading her legs apart again.

With a loud slam and lock of the door without another word Kristine marched right up to Mille and locked her lips on the little girl. Her hands grabbing the girl on the ass and lifting her up in the air. Mille wrapped her lengthy legs around her teacher in embrace. She never kissed anyone before but that didn’t hold Mille back because it was Kristine taking control. Kristine teased the girl’s lips with quick lashes of her tongue and breathed in her air. Mille was swooned.

Kristine was enthralled with the situation as the two locked eyes with Mille still hold her with her legs. This was against everything she knew. If felt so bad it was good and delicious. She laid the girl gently on her back on her massive desk throwing papers off onto the floor clearing the way for her little whore. “Now, Mille… have you ever done anything like this before?” Kristine asked.

“No… But I have seen girls… you know… do things with one another… I want you teacher…teach me how to be a bad little girl”, as perverted and unreal as that sounded it was all Kristine need as she turned to her pupil, “now baby, im going to lick your pussy. Im going to make you feel a whole new experience in life. I don’t want you to be afraid… Mama’s going to make it all okay”, she leaned again with her body showing Mille’s body. They kissed and Kristine sucked in Mille’s tongue gently teasing her.

(Act Three)

“Fuck it” Hamilton thought. Mille was his. Just as much as those damned DVDs and wife belonged to him. She was there for him because of him. If anything the little bitch should be thankful. He clocked out of work early.

He arrived home. He walked through the door and there was Mille surprised and almost startled by his arrival. She pulled away the paper she was drawing and tried to hide it from her father beneath some homework. He caught her without saying a word, he pulled the drawing out of the tiny pile on the carpet and raised a brow when he realized what he was looking at. “Mille. Aren’t you talented?” he said genuinely impressed with the girl’s artwork.

A picture of a woman vaguely familiar laid naked on a bed with what appeared to be Mille kissing. His dick fluttered with excitement. To think, his little girl was a perverted little lesbian. “Silly girl”, he said with an evil twinkle in his eyes, “ bitches are for boys…. And daddies!” and without warning he grabbed Mille by the neck.

Frightened she said nothing. She saw into her dad’s eyes. In those raging almost black orbs laid a sick desire and lust. Mille recognized the look and had a damned good guess what her father wanted from her. She however did not want to give him anything. Especially that. She tried to scream but he held her too tightly. She watched in horror as her own father began to disrobe. Throwing his t shirt aside and unzipping his pants revealing a raging erection hidden only by the white cover of cotton.

Its finally happening Hamilton thought gleefully to himself. Finally after months of wanting to fuck Mille he was going to. He was so hard from the thought it started to hurt with so much blood pumping into this crouch and dick. Mille began to loose consciousness and with the roll of her eyes she blacked out.

She woke up on her father’s bed tied up with her ass in the air and limbs tied apart with torn bits of clothe. Immediately she pleaded with her father to stop and to let her go. He only smiled as he stroked himself at the sight of his sexy little minx of a daughter being held against her will with the promise of sexual penetration and violation only a father could give. He said nothing. She pleaded. This was it he thought and moved in climbing slowly over body kissing her buttocks and sliding his tongue on the inside of her ass crack. She squealed and began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Stop Daddy, please Stop!” she begged.

“Why baby? Can’t you see we’re having so much fun?” he responded in sick self satisfying tone.

She continued her pleas. For a moment though she was excited as she felt her dad’s lips and tongue tease the lining of her asshole. He flicked at it and pushed the tip of his muscle into her anus enough and gently enough for her little body to writhe not in pain or shock, but for the first time in excitement and arousal, but reality flooded in as he stopped and whispered into her ear, “I haven’t been a good daddy have I? Well starting today sweetie. I’m going to be very good to you from now on little baby”.

She hated the sound of her father talking to her like that. She hated the sound of any male talking a hushed seductive way. Him saying that made her gag. She didn’t want her daddy to be good to her. She just wanted to wake up. Sadly this was no dream.

Then she felt it. The head of his dick being rubbed against her ass and teasing at the lips of her pink pussy lips. She screamed. Hamilton grabbed Mille around the neck almost killing her in his crushing hands. “You’re making me angry Mille. Daddy’s going to have to teach you a less–” he was cut off as something very sharp and powerful grabbed his neck and the sudden taste of metal washed over his tongue.

Sticks heard Mille scream and rushed into the room and leaped at Hamilton locking him firmly in his powerful jaws. Hamilton jumped and tried to throw the mutt off him but to no avail. Punching the dog only pissed the mongrel off: the dog only biting harder into his neck with each hit. With no air and blood flooding into his lungs he started to black out, but in one last ditch effort he swung around. By some miracle the was able to throw the dog off but unable to catch his balance. He stumbled out the window smashing it a thousand slivers that cut into his flesh falling into wet grass…

… The sky half covered in clouds let the air kiss the skin with cool lips. The smell of the night’s embrace of rainfall was a welcomed treat. A silver sly smile cut into the sky shining the plains in a heavy blue hue. The soil of the earth ripe for seeding.

The rain was good Hamilton thought. “Nothing like spring tears to wash away the sins of the sinner“ he muttered with blood gushing from his neck. He couldn’t feel the rain, or grass, but he could feel the insane amount of pain raging an unholy storm throughout his body. He wasn’t done yet he thought and climbed to his feet with a hand around his throat… he was going to finish this.

He ran into the house with hand firmly clasping his neck. He ran through the hallway, and with nothing but rage and pain to guide him. He burst into the room expecting to find a helpless little girl and a stupid mutt about to fucking die. What he met was two hundred pounds of a furry wrecking ball of teeth and meat. He tried to fight the dog off, and for a moment pleaded quietly into the dog’s eyes, but Sticks showed him no apology. With that the dog tore into Hamilton’s face: smashing bone and tearing meat with each gnash of his powerful jaws. He felt every painful second of the mauling. He was left on the carpet chocking from the hole that was once his face.

Mille still restrained on the bed naked and hot with beads of sweat dotting her hot little body watched in satisfaction for twenty minutes as her father laid there dying.

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Reading part 1 first is recommended. Saffron was an innocent 18 yer old in her last year at school when her cousin and his friend frst took her to a strip club.
Now a week later she returns for the money she belives she is owed for stripping, pole dancing and having sex with punters.

Saffron Part 2

The street glistened wetly after the morning’s rain as Saffron walked slowly along seeking the club where Charles and Sebastian had taken her the weekend before and where, though she could hardly believe it looking back, she had performed on the pole dancing pole, and even had sex for money.

The evening had been cut short by a police raid, she escaped but without collecting her earnings which she felt particularly aggrieved about and somewhat naively she was now intent on claiming.

She felt uneasy now as she came closer to the club, less certain of the outcome. Her mother thought she was seeing a friend but instead she had taken the train from Pewsey in Wiltshire to Paddington and the tube to the nearest station before trying to remember just where the club was.

She found the club, an anonymous green ground floor door which she remembered lead to a flight of stairs to a first floor club, but the door was shut and very firmly bolted, and there was no door bell or knocker to announce her arrival just a clearly broken intercom.

She turned away then after thinking about it for a moment she made her way methodically to the next cross roads, turned right and then turned right again into a back alley barely wide enough for a car and counting windows she worked her way round to the back of the club.

The back entrances were roller shutter doors mainly but by counting upstairs windows she found an iron fire escape which descended one window short of opposite where she thought the door would be so as there was no obvious ground floor door she started to climb the iron steps.

A walkway led to a windowless door, she tried the handle and to her surprise it opened into a short unlit corridor.

“Daisy, that you?” someone asked.

“No, it’s Saffron, I think I’m owed some wages from last week?” she said into the gloom she said as she walked gingerly towards the sound of the voice.

“Last week?” someone queried.

“Yes, I did a few, ah, tricks,” she said awkwardly as she turned through a doorway into a large room lit by the glow of a computer screen,”Last Saturday.”

“Oh right, I guess you’re that school girl who acts like a whore?” the voice asked.

“Er not exactly,” Saffron explained, “But the police came.”

“Right, Harry told us,” the voice said as Saffron’s eyes became accustomed to the gloom and she saw the room was dominated by a large table like a boardroom table and at one end a young afro carribean guy in an expensive light grey suit was sitting quietly behind the computer monitor. “You don’t look much like a whore or a school girl.”

Saffron agreed, in her tight denim jeans and shapeless cardigan, padded jacket and trainers she cut a figure of naive innocence, “No, I am at school, sixth form actually, my cousin tried to embarrass me and I sort of flipped.” Saffron explained.

“Like Harry said,” he said, “But you certainly made a bit hit, but see that’s because you’re fresh meat, innocent, and that’s perishable girl, if you want to work for me you gotta have more than that.”

“I don’t, I just want my money,” Saffron explained.

“You want to be a whore you gotta ball any guy any time girl,” he said, “Whether you freezing on a street corner in winter with your thin dress all soaking wet and your cunt’s froze cause you ain’t got no knickers.”

Saffron shuddered at the idea but guiltily realised she found the prospect quite exciting.

“Look, like I explained, I don’t want to be a whore, I just want my money,” Saffron replied awkwardly.

The guy looked her right in the eye, “But honey, Harry said you was a natural, a cum crazed nymphomaniac so he said, so I got a special deal for you, you work for me and you don’t get paid a bean, I fuck you, the janitor fucks you, hell even old Harry fucks you every which way but up and you get all the cum you can handle. Ok?”

“Like I said I came for my money,” Saffron replied.

“You don’t cum for money, you come for excitement,” the guy insisted, “You’re wet already from me saying about you freezing on a street corner waiting for some guy to fuck some warmth into you.”

“Look really,” Saffron sighed.

“Walking down the street in some cheap hookers skirt with high heels and no panties with all the guys wanting to fuck you, that’s one thing,” the guy said, “Taking them down some back alley with the trash cans and letting them fuck you two at a time and piss on you when they’re done that’s whoring.”

“Why are you being so nasty?” Saffron asked.

He paused, “Cause you’re a nice kid so go back to nice kid land and let the grown ups alone.”

“Maybe I will, when I get my money,” Saffron suggested.

“You just don’t get it do you?” he asked, “There ain’t one girl in a hundred that can do what you did like stone cold sober, Tina needs her fix before she goes on, and Rachel and Dixie, hell they all do, tricks for fix, that’s how it works girl, punter pays you, you pay me I get you a fix, understand.”

“I don’t do drugs,” Saffron explained.

“So you ain’t no good to me as a whore then are you?” he asked.

“I just want the money I earned,” Saffron said firmly.

“Fair enough,” he said, “You got the job.”

“Job?” Saffron asked.

“Sure honey, you want it you got it, if not you know the way out.” he replied.

“Not till you give me what I’m owed.” Saffron insisted.

“Ok,” he said, and he turned towards the darkness of the far side of the room “Johnny?”

“Boss?” someone replied van escort and an older dark skinned guy with a grey beard wearing a janitor’s smock appeared from the next room.

“You want your money you ball old Johnny here,” the guy said amiably.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Saffron snapped.

“So how else do I know you is that cock crazed cum slut?” he asked, “Cause that bitch would ball anything with a dick.”

“I was drunk,” Saffron lied.

“No you weren’t, you just drop your pants and let old Johnny here fuck you and you’ll get your money,” he offered.

“Oh lord,” Saffron sighed, but she found there was something horribly exciting about being made to have sex with an unattractive stranger and she felt uncomfortably moist at the prospect, “Do you promise?”

“Scout’s honour,” the guy laughed.

“Look seriously,” Saffron demanded, as she tried to deny her excitement, “I just want what I’m owed.”

“So how much you reckon you’re owed?” he asked.

“Oh lord, it was thousands,” Saffron insisted.

“Ok, two grand,” the guy offered and he pulled some notes from his jacket, “That’s after expenses and tax and everything?”

”I thought it was more but I suppose after tax and everything,” Saffron agreed.

”So ball Johnny and prove you’re same the girl,” he said, ”And the money‘s yours.”

“I just know Im going to regret this,” Saffron replied and she slipped off her padded jacket, undid her trainers pulled her shapeless cardigan over her head and laid it on the table and started to unzip her denim jeans.

“Jesus Boss,” Johnny exclaimed as he looked at Saffron’s lithe young body, her pert tits and sensible M+S bra and panties, “I just cum in my pants.”

“Don’t worry about a thing,” the guy replied, “The point’s been made, just hop up on the table darlin,” You can call me ‘Boss’ by the way he added.

“Look we had a deal,” Saffron said indignantly.

“So suck his dick hard and ball him!” the guy, ‘Boss’ suggested, “Or hop up on the table, or just walk away, I ain’t worried either way.”

“Ok,” Saffron replied and she pulled out a chair and sat on the table.

“I said drop your pants,” the Boss said pleasantly,”Cause they’re getting mighty wet.”

“Oh,” Saffron said guiltily as she realised it was now obvious that she was wet and excited at the prospect of being screwed by one of the black guys but wasn’t sure which was about to screw her.

“And the bra,” he added.

“Right,” Saffron agreed as she slipped it off, releasing the pressure on her erect and aroused nipples “Satisfied?”

“Well you certainly got what it takes,” he agreed.

“So are you going to fuck me?” Saffron asked.

“Say please,” he replied.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, please!” Saffron sighed resignedly as she began to rub her clit.

“When you’re good and ready,” he agreed.

Saffron slipped two fingers into her sopping vagina and began to frig herself. She couldn’t believe what was happening but she had never been so excited before in her entire life. Frigging herself in a dark dingy room in a seedy club as she offered herself to one or more dark skinned men whom her mother would have a fit if she even saw Saffron speaking to.

“Like now?” Saffon asked.

“Sure babe,” her replied and he stood and carefully undid his belt and fly letting his huge ebony tool free from captivity before he slipped his pants off and strangely to Saffron’s view pulled his trainers back on.

Next he placed his jacket on the chair, removed his shirt and only then took hold of his tool and gave a few exploratory tugs.

Saffrons eyes bulged, it must be twelve inches long she mused as he pulled a condom over it, “Ready?” he asked

“As I’ll ever be,” she replied and her advanced towards her.

The first touch was his tool against her pussy, she tingled at the touch, no kiss no handshake even, the first touch just cock to pussy. “Guide me in babe,” he said and he eased forward as Saffron’s nimble fingers grasped the huge member and guided it inside her.

“Oh god!” she wailed as he pushed firmly into her yielding hot wet snatch, “It’s huge!”

He put his arms round her and pulled her against him and then he kept pulling and lifted her bodily from the table on his cock, “You like?” he asked.

“Oh my god!” she replied.

“Wrap you legs round me,” he advised, “We’re going for a little fuck walk!”

He lifted her away from the table, she looked over his shoulder and grasped him firmly as he stepped away from the table and started to walk slowly down the length of the table. Every step crushed him against her clitois and forced the tip of his penis into the neck of her womb sending waves of pleasure coursing through her consciousness and blotting out everything else as he walked her towards a door at the far end of the room.

He pushed her firmly against the door and knocked twice with his elbow.

He thrust four or five times and then the door opened, and he pushed and they almost fell through the door.

“What in the hell do we have here?” and elderly negro lady asked.

“New recruit, Mama,” the boss said as he pushed Saffron inside the small room with clothes everywhere. Saffron saw the old woman as the boss pushed past and pressed her against a cold metal filing cabinet where he began to gasp and moan as his orgasm approached, “Cum for me baby show Mama what you got.”

And Saffron started to cum, overwhelmed a mind bending torrent of emotions and a pulsing squirting orgasm as the boss’s cum pulsed it the condom inside her until she was drained physically and emotionally and he had to set her down.

“Can’t see you faking that ten times a night hon,” Mama said.

“No.” Saffron agreed, “So can I have my money?” she asked.

“Hell you should be paying me!” he escort van grinned, “Anyway that’s only the warm up babe,” he grinned, “Main event to follow!”

“No you owe me!” Saffron protested.

“You need cum girl, you don’t need no cash,” he said with a laugh, “You got some boxers for me Mama?”

‘Mama’ handed the boss a pair of shorts and he slid them on over his trainers.

“Mama here wil show you the ropes,” he said, “You do just what she says and you’ll be just fine.”

Saffron looked round, her pussy throbbed, it felt horribly empty, she needed more cock.She was in a store room with metal shelving on every wall with boxes and clothes hangers with all sorts of dresses and things on and a desk and some chairs in the narrow space in the middle.

“Best keep yourself warm honey,” Mama suggested but instead of a coat she handed Saffron a 10 inch red dildo and a condom.

Saffron stared at it, “Sure honey, be my guest!” Mama laughed, “He’ll be back and he’ll want you nice and hot!”

“Er, I don’t think so,” Saffron said as she realised ‘The Boss’ has slipped away, “Hey where is he going!” she demanded.

“He’ll be back soon enough, you better get dressed,” Mama said.

“Right, my clothes are through there,” Saffron explained.

“Oh no, they got tags in, no we got plenty of stuff here will do just fine,” Mama said reassuringly, “How’s about this?”

Mama held up a tiny white skirt with tiny flowers printed on it, so cheap and thin it was almost like tissue paper .

“You have got to be joking!” Saffron exclaimed.

“No, pretty much standard issue and this nice red top, nice and stretchy, show off your nice hard nips,” Mama chuckled.

“I’ll wear my own thanks,” Saffron insisted and she went to the door and turned the knob, it was locked.

“Locked honey, now you want to do this naked or you getting dressed?”

Saffron grabbed the skirt and pulled it over her head, she saw a full length mirror and could see if the waistband was around her waist it left half her pubes showing, if she put it on her hips there was nothing to stop it sliding down, and when she tried it over one hip it sort of hid her pubes.

“See its fine,” Mama insisted and the top.

The top was three sizes too small at least, it didn’t cover her navel, her tits stood out and her nipples were like dolphins snouts stretching the thin fabric.

“I look ridiculous!” Saffron insisted as she looked in the mirror, tart below the neck innocent above.

“You just need your make up done honey,” Mama insisted.

“You must be joking,” Saffron replied but she knew Mama was right, her pussy was throbbing and she was wet with anticipation.

“Here,” mama said as took the dildo which now had the condom stretched over it and pressed it against Saffron’s moist slit.

“Oh lord,” Saffron said as it eased inside, “Oh my lord.”

Mama pushed the whole length of the dildo into Saffron’s wanton box and as Saffron sighed Mama eased her into an arm chair and took out her makeup box.

Mascara hastily and thickly applied too much rouge, gaudy orange lipstick and a tacky ribbon in her hair and Saffron hardly recognised herself.

“You need shoes,” Mama said, as she slipped a pair of well worn open toed shoes with four inch heels on Saffron’s feet, but Saffron was too excited to care, “And a coat.”

Mama selected a dirty well worn fake fur, she checked the pockets and pushed a dozen or so condoms into the right one, “Show time,” she said and she helped Saffron to slip it on even as Saffron was humping herself with the dildo and the edge of the chair.

“It’s time,” Mama repeated and she opened the side door, and half pushed Saffron into the corridor.

Saffron stared, she was still wanking herself with the dildo and there were three more girls waiting and watching her.

“New girl eh?” one said, “Daisy, she’s Rose, Lily,”

“Saffron,” Saffron said.

“Nah, Dahlia more like,” the girl said, “So you ready?”

“Huh?” Saffron asked.

“For work, new girl, first time?” she asked.

“No, I just want my money,” Saffron insisted.

“You and me both girl!” she replied.

‘The Boss’ appeared, “Van’s ready,” he advised, and he led them down the stairs to where an old Ford van waited, they climbed in, there were no windows in the back just two rows of leather seats and the leather felt clammy on Saffron’s bare buttocks as she sat down.

They drove for a mile or more, they stopped outside a taxi office and the girls climbed out, “Not you schoolgirl,” the boss instructed, and she stayed in the van for another couple of blocks, “They’re on call. Dial a fuck. Taxi takes them right to the punters door,” he explained, “You can go hooking the regular way.”

The light was fading, the street light’s glow was glistening on the sidewalk and the van glided to a halt.

“Your spot,” he said, “Your fuck alley.”

Saffron’s tummy was tied in knots of fear and excitement as she saw a back alley leading away from the seedy side road down between a Chinese take away and a hair salon, “Your very own patch girl, only two hundred pounds for one whole night,” he leered.

“You’re joking right?” she asked but he was not.

“No,” he said, “You got to pay your dues whore.”

“What do I do, what do I say?” Saffron asked anxiously.

“You work it out, you got an education don’t you?” he said reasonably as he opened the door and let Saffron out.

“Hey got a new girl?” a guy asked.

“Sure, Daisy, you want a piece?” he replied.

“How much?” the guy asked.

“Twenty of your crisp pound notes,” the Boss replied.

“Then count me in!” the guy replied.

He sounded Polish, Saffron decided as she stepped into the back alley, his hand stole under her top and caressed her van escort bayan breast, he lifted her skirt pulled down his fly and shoved his rock hard meat deep into her willing cunt.

“Always take the money first,” the boss sighed, “See you round nine,” and he was gone and she was alone and the stranger was fucking her with his bare cock deep in her womb and it was so exciting she thought her mind would explode withe sensory overload.

He peeled her top over her tits and worked her skirt up around her waist and pushed her against the big green Grundon trash bin as he urgently humped her desperate to shoot his load as quickly as he could, and all too soon a gush of creamy cum shot deep inside her.

“Twenty pounds please,” Saffron asked politely.

“Only worth ten,” he said but he still paid her a twenty and he walked away satisfied for the moment.

Saffron looked at the twenty uncertain of what to do with it.

She tucked it in her coat pocket, the left one away from the condoms.

Suddenly she was alone, she felt cum running down her leg and remembered she had let the stranger fuck her bareback. She cursed her own stupidity and decided to insist on a condom in future.

Saffron waited. She was cold. She shivered. No one ventured down her alley.
She moved to the corner. “Are you looking for business?” she asked a well dressed man in a pin striped suit.

“Yes actually, but I think I can afford something a bit more up market thank you very much,” he sneered.

“Pedo,” she muttered, “Gay probably.”

Another man approached, “Looking for business?” she asked.

“How much?” he asked.

“Twenty,” she said.

“How much for a blow job?” he asked.

“Twenty,” she replied.

“Can I owe you?” he asked.

“Er, no!” Saffron replied.

“Oh, all right, I’ll have to lay off the booze for once,” he decided, “Where do we do it?”

“Down here of course!” Saffron advised. She led the way down the alley, “Do you want it or shall I blow you?”

“I want you to suck me and take all my cum in your filthy mouth,” He exclaimed.

“Er money first,” Saffron insisted,

He paid. Two tens. Saffron them in her pocket and knelt down. She unzipped his fly and pulled his half hard cock out. She bent her head and began to suck.

His cock stiffened and he had to reach for the wall to prevent himself falling as waves of pleasure swept over him.

The end of his cock nudged the back of her throat as Saffron sucked it. She felt cold.His cock did nothing for her, she wanted it inside her vagina to keep her warm.

His cock twitched and then it spurted. Warm putrid slime oozed down her throat. It reminded her of the custard they used to have for school dinners. It was disgusting but she had to either swallow it or choke.

“Oh fuck that was good” the guy said as he wiped his cock on Saffron’s fur coat, “Same time next week?” he asked and he was gone.

“Where is Rose?” a guy asked Saffron when she asked if he was looking for business.

“Er, I don’t know,” Saffron explained, “I’m Vixen, like Foxy but a girl?”

“Rose does watersports, do you?” he asked.

“Not really I don’t like the water much.” she answered.

“Pissing I meant, can I piss in your mouth?” he asked urgently.

“Ok, fifty quid,” Saffron replied.

“Do I look like I’m made of money?” he asked.

“Well it’s not exactly my idea of fun,” Saffron admitted.

“Twenty?” he suggested.

“Fifty,” Saffron countered.

“Twenty five?” he tried.

“Fifty,” Saffron insisted.

“Ok,Ok,” he agreed, “Fifty.”

Saffron gasped, she had just intended the fifty as a brush off, she was suddenly scared as she led him down beside the bins and knelt down on the hard paving slabs.

“Cash first?” she insisted.

She unzipped him and extracted his half hard cock, but this time it just stayed half hard and a jet of yellow piss started to emerge. She opened her mouth wide and tried to catch every drop as the stinking yellow liquid bounced off the back of her throat and cascaded down her throat. Luckily his bladder was nowhere near full and despite the nausea Saffron managed not to choke.

She reeled at the acrid taste, she followed him from the alley. She tried to buy a can of coke from the Chinese Taake away but they would not serve her, “No whore here, you fuck off filthy immigrant!” Mr Lu the proprietor insisted when Saffron asked for the drink.but ten minutes later he had sneaked away from his wife and into the alley with a bottle of Irn Bru . “How much you want for for bum fuck?” he asked.

“No lube, no can do,” Saffron apologised.

The compromised on doing it doggie fashion for twenty quid. Saffron watched the traffic passing the end of the alley as Mr Lu fucked her from behind. He was very quick.

Shortly after Mr Lu’s son Abraham came around, and then a steady trickle of customers sneaked into the alley to fuck Saffron while they waited for their meal to be cooked.

Her left pocket filled with cash as her right pocket grew low on Condoms.

‘The Boss’ returned around ten o’clock, “How you doing?” he asked. She counted out the notes over two hundred pounds worth.

“We need you back at the club, Rochine can’t come in her kid’s sick,” he explained.

Saffron shivered in her thin skirt, she pulled her fur coat around herself and they made their way back to the club in the old van.

She felt utterly humiliated, defiled, yet fulfilled and excited. She felt neglected and her vagina felt horribly empty so when she found a large plastic and rubber dildo on the van floor so she pulled a condom over it and eased it up inside her vagina and pleasured herself as the van bounced along the badly maintained pot holed city streets.

“When we get back get a shower. I got a special job for you.” The Boss’ explained.

“Oh what?” Saffron asked.

“You’ll see and it’ll blow your socks off!” he laughed.

To be continued.

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Chapter one We used to be close

As a young boy I had always enjoyed going to the family cottage with my parents. We always crammed as much activity as possible into the month of July: sailing, swimming, going to movies in the evening etc. I had always enjoyed a close relationship with my parents but this all seemed to end when I turned 15. Suddenly I hated being at the cottage, wanting to be anywhere else, feeling like I was a prisoner within the confines of my parents’ world. To make matters worse I was not allowed to bring my own friends, but my parents, of course, were constantly welcoming their boring friends to the cottage.

July was hot, as always, and I tried to maintain my mental health as day after boring day passed without anything exciting to do. For a 15 year old this was hell. The only thing that seemed to interest me was windsurfing and my twice daily jerk-off routine, which I sometimes dragged out as long as possible to heighten my interest level. I could not wait to get back to the big city and see my friends. Without my usual stack of porn I was forced to lie in bed and close my eyes, thinking about my female friends back home.

The third weekend in July arrived and my parents had announced that one of the new interns at the hospital where my father worked would be joining us for a few days. She had some time off and was on her way to see her parents who had a cottage fairly close to us. Her name was Catharine and I had never met her before but my parents described her as a very quiet and shy girl. I translated this to mean she was ugly yet this seemed to be a perfect break from the 40 something couples that usually joined us at the lake and I anxiously awaited Catharine’s arrival. By this time I did not care if she was a knockout or butt ugly, I just needed to see a youngish woman!

Friday night arrived as we went about our business, waiting for Catharine, hoping she was not caught in rush hour traffic. 7 PM, still lots of natural light outside and we heard the tell-tale sound of a car horn up above. My parents walked up the steps to greet our visitor as I waited patiently in the cabin. What seemed like an eternity passed until finally the trio walked through the front door. I immediately stepped up out of my chair to greet our guest with a handshake. “This is Catharine” my mother announced as we shook hands. Catharine smiled at me, our eyes meeting and then parting. Being a horny young male I had already sized her up quite thoroughly. She did indeed have a certain air of nerdyness to her, perhaps not the ‘babe’ I had hoped for, but she was certainly cute in her own right. She had medium length curly brown hair, blue eyes and fair skin and was quite tall, perhaps as much as 5 ft 11. As for her body, it was difficult to tell under all the loose clothing but it seemed she was neither skinny nor fat, perhaps a little on the hippy side. Still, I thought, she was not a bad looking gal, and probably just needed something, or someone, to break her out of her somewhat shy and nerdy attitude. For someone who was no doubt close to 30 years old she had a certain younger flair to her, you might say innocence, that I liked very much.

My mother escorted Catharine to her room, the one beside mine, and the two talked for some time as Catharine got settled. Friday evening passed and I watched Catharine with great interest, examining her moves and watching how she conducted herself. I was quite flattered when she repeatedly laughed at my jokes, almost making me feel like the adult I was not! As the night wore on it became evident that Catharine was not seeing anyone at the moment. In fact, she seemed to take great pleasure in running herself down for not being able to attract men. We joked some more to lighten the air but I sensed that despite her incredible success in the professional world, she was lacking something in her personal life.

The evening broke up as Catharine announced she was going to bed. We watched as the door closed behind her, images of her naked body already whirling in my mind.

Another beautiful day broke as Saturday arrived and we all met at the table for breakfast. As before, Catharine was outfitted in a rather baggy sweat top and matching shorts that seemed to hide all her curves. What was she hiding in there I wondered as I looked at her up and down. At age 15 my skills of scoping women had not been refined and I felt as if she caught me more than once looking at her lines. Catharine seemed to take this all in stride as I looked her over, undressing her with my eyes at the breakfast table. We made small talk until breakfast was over and then we parted ways, she going to read and me to sail.

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Chapter two Your possesions are now mine

2 PM Saturday afternoon, the heat from the sun had made sitting almost unbearable, as we all decided it would be a perfect time for a dip. Catharine agreed and shot up to the main cabin in order to get changed. Finally, I thought, I will get to see what she is hiding under those bulky clothes. My brother and I jumped in the water to play football, thoughts of Catharine once again dominating my mind.

My family and I continued swimming as Catharine walked back to the cottage to get changed for swimming. A few minutes passed and my younger brother and I played with the football in the water, my mind actually clear of sexual thoughts as I concentrated on playing with the ball. This concentration was short lived, as I turned in the water to see Catharine walking down the path towards us. She was wearing a towel around her mid section, hiding her hips, but there was no hiding her top. She was wearing a very nice one piece suit and it was very obvious that Catharine had been hiding something in there. Behind her suit were two very large breasts, being pushed up and back. My mind was vacant now as I stared at her jiggling down the walkway towards us, her long cleavage exposed for all to see. Sure she had a bit of a tummy too but that didn’t matter to me as I imagined her tits without that suit.

My brother and I tried to focus on the game but I could not, seeing Catharine walking around the deck was giving me an underwater hard-on that was difficult to ignore. Catharine jumped in for a quick swim but it was short lived and I was too embarrassed to swim with her for fear of looking like some perverted teen. Catharine jumped out of the water, once again wrapping the towel around her large hips and long athletic legs. From what I had seen I had no clue why she was not with a boyfriend. She seemed perfectly lovely and very sexy, if not a little on the big side. Still, I wondered, what would she be like in bed. Even at 15 I was already having these thoughts and now I was obsessed with her as I watched her bounce out of the water, her body dripping water everywhere she stepped.

Watching Catharine lounge in her swimsuit was too much for me to handle. At 15 I was horny to begin with, but now seeing this busty single woman in front of me, my dick was on fire in my shorts. Stepping out of the water, I picked up my towel and walked past Catharine and my parents, my eyes focussing on her boobs as I excused myself from the gathering. With a growing hard on and a pounding heart I walked quickly up the path towards the cottage, closing the door behind me and making a bee line for Catharine’s room. Within seconds I was inside her room, her door closed behind me as I scanned her possessions. Catharine could not have made it easier for me: her entire wardrobe was laid out on the bed. Walking to the bed, I was presented with her cotton top, her shorts, her panties and best of all, her huge white bra, laying over the edge. I knew this was wrong but her bra was calling out to me, the pressure in my pants increasing as I sat on her bed, admiring this woman’s clothing. I picked up her bra and admired it, it seemed a little more conservative than the slinky ones I had seen in Playboy but knowing it was Catharine’s was turning me on beyond belief as I fingered the side panels and pushed the cups open to their full size. I could not believe yalova escort I was now touching her underwear, having just spoken to her seconds before.

I was still in shock at how big she was, and even more so that she was constantly single. Was she a lesbian I wondered, what was the deal? She was pretty, full figured, smart, rich, she seemed to have it all.

With stealth and cunning of a seasoned voyeur I played with her underwear as I felt my dick stiffen to an almost full length in my bathing suit. Something had to be done about this I thought as I rubbed her cups against my bare skin, the feeling of silk and satin making my cock throb for more. I rolled her bra into a ball and stuffed it in my pocket, exiting the room, a huge bulge in my shorts as I ran towards my own room, checking along the way that the coast was still clear and leaving a trail of dripping water everywhere I stepped.

Alone in my room I knew time was of the essence as I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my shorts down to my ankles and watching my now throbbing tool spring to life in my hands. Catharine’s bra was making me shake with excitement, knowing it was hers, feeling the material, but most of all seeing how large the cups were. I pulled the tag back and read with delight, 38D. Now I knew her size I thought, how had she hidden this from me all this time. Right now I didn’t care, I just had to get off, and fast. My cock grew longer and harder as I rubbed her bra over my balls and shaft, my hand starting to rub up and down, jerking my shaft slowly at first as I watched the material move over me. I contemplated spraying my load right onto her cups but quickly realised it would be impossible to cover this up. With my tool in one hand and her bra in the other I jerked off feverishly, feeling my balls twitch as the material came in contact with my love muscle. My thoughts were dedicated to her as I imagined what she must look like in her underwear, or how it would feel to be able to squeeze her melons late some night.

I continued rubbing and stroking my cock as I played with her bra, not wanting the feelings to end but knowing I had to cum quickly. Even silly actions like hooking and unhooking the back drove me wild as I stroked and rubbed as pre cum dripped out the end onto her cups. I knew it would be idiotic to make my mess on her bra but seeing my precum all over it turned me on even more, perhaps deep down wanting her to know I was touching it as I leaked onto it.

As I rubbed and stroked, my balls began to throb, I was beyond the point of no return, I had to cum now as I frantically jerked up and down imagining Catherine on her knees in front of me. With one last pump I closed my eyes and felt cum squirt in the air as I gasped “Catharineeeeeeee”. I continued rubbing and stroking as my cock twitched and spewed cum all over. As I opened my eyes I was shocked to see that for the first time in years my cum had shot much further than just the tip of my right hand and sprayed onto her bra below. I was screwed!! How could I clean up this mess without her knowing? Each time I touched her bra, my sticky fingers would deposit a little more man goo. The more I panicked, the worse it got as I looked down in horror to see the right cup and side panel absolutely covered in thick hot cum.

With my trusty box of Kleenex at my side I carefully cleaned up the mess but it was no use, the more I rubbed the more it spread. I knew the stains would take hours to dry as I felt my heart rate quicken. As I frantically looked for a way to resolve the situation I heard the front door open, followed by the unmistakable sounds of my mother and Catharine conversing. Now I was REALLY screwed I thought, as I held Catharine’s cum soaked bra in one hand and my zipper in the other, knowing I would not have the time or opportunity to give it a quick rinse.

Chapter three Empire bays finest (Quickest)

My mind raced as I tried to imagine what her reaction would be: would she tell my parents or would she be ok with it. Returning her bra was the biggest issue now as I frantically wondered how I would get out of this mess. I tucked my shirt back in my shorts and calmly exited the room after nearly 10 minutes of worrying about my next move and removing the cum. As I walked into the living area my heart sunk as I saw that everyone was now gathered at the table, including Catharine, still in her bathing suit and towel. Now I had to be smart, I had to return her bra without her noticing. Catharine and my mother chatted away busily as I paced around them, Catharine’s sticky bra stuffed in my pocket. With each second I could feel my heart pounding as I waited for the moment. Feeling the time was wearing thin I walked past Catharine’s room and furtively pulled the bra out of my pocket and threw it on the bed. The bra was gone but it was no where near where I had found it, not to mention the crusty stains I had added. With one passing glance over my shoulder I was relieved to see it back in her room, but crestfallen to see the stains, visible even at this distance.

At this point I was too embarrassed to look at Catharine, instead looking at my parents for some sign that they knew about my escapades. My parents seemed to be acting normally, making small talk about the lake and swimming. After a few moments I gained the courage to look at Catharine, smiling nervously at her as my eyes scanned her endless cleavage. Catharine returned the smile, acting as if nothing had happened, her eyes seemingly lingering over my bare chest and then back to my eyes. As the minutes wore on I became confident that no one knew what had happened… yet. My timing had been perfect, Catharine stood up and announced she had to get out of her wet bathing suit and into some dry clothes. I watched nervously as Catharine closed her bedroom door behind her to get changed. I took this opportunity to get cleaned up myself, as my dick had been welded to my shorts due to the lack of clean up time.

Catharine emerged from the room a few minutes after I was finished in my room. She looked just as pretty as always but something seemed different to me. Within a few more minutes I became aware of what it was, Catharine was wearing the same cotton top, but it seemed as if she was braless underneath. Did I ruin her only bra for this weekend. Someone of her size could not hide this very well, as her breasts hung pendulously and swayed every time she moved. Surely she was uneasy about this fact and would be pissed as hell that I had done this. The worst part was there was no hiding the guilty party, I was the only one who had been up here during the swim!

As always, Catharine seemed to act normally around me, not even looking at me in a different way. Maybe she liked the freedom, maybe she always did this on the weekends I justified to myself as I watched for any sign that she was annoyed with me. The evening progressed and we all laughed and talked, Catharine jiggling every time she moved and my eyes focussing on her every time she did so. I wondered what she was thinking every time she looked at me, occasionally giving me long lingering looks deeply into my eyes. Catharine excused herself at 11 PM and retired in her room to read. The entire night had passed and she had not even given me one dirty look or knowing glance.

Chapter four Fear

I couldn’t sleep, things were getting bad and they were only going to get worse.
Sunday arrived, Catherine’s last day at the lake. Breakfast was served promptly at 10 AM as we gathered around the table. My eagle eyes had instantly spotted the tell tale shadows of bra straps underneath Catharine’s top. I was relieved to see her wearing it, however, it all but discounted my ‘weekend’ theory. Catharine and I once again joked around as if nothing had happened, her attention seemingly divided more towards me than my younger brother.

After the table was cleared my family and Catharine announced they would go for a swim and scattered to their various rooms to get changed. I indicated that I would stay upstairs to finish the dishes, using this as a decoy in my attempts to see Catharine’s bra one last time. The foursome left the escort yalova cabin and headed for the water in their bathing suits as I carefully crept towards Catharine’s room, keeping a watchful eye on their progress at the same time. With the same cunning and quietness as before I shuffled through Catharine’s belongings, flipping her sheets back.

Seconds wasted away as I tried in vain to see her underwear and bra, seemingly hidden from view. The pressure mounted as I riffled through her belongings, wanting to find that 38D for one last time. Catharine must have known, she has hidden all her stuff I figured, feeling deflated in the knowledge that I would not be touching it again. My mind told me to leave at once, but my dick was on fire and told me to make one last attempt: the suitcase.

With the room totally scoured I pulled the zipper open on her bag and started pulling at her clothing in a desperate attempt to feel her undies. No use, I could not find anything. With a feeling of pure dejection I pushed the clothing back in her bag one piece at a time. Just as my fingers were pulling the zipper closed I sensed the light in the room change, what was that I wondered? With my index finger and thumb still on Catharine’s bag I looked up to see Catharine, her bathing suit dripping wet but her hair dry, with her hands around her back. Catharine slowly, silently walked into the room and closed the door behind her as she stared at me with a menacing look. I was sooo caught I figured as she walked towards me bringing her hands around from her back.

‘Looking for this?’ Catharine said, breaking the silence, as she stretched her bra out to show me the cum stained panel and cup. “Ummmm, ummmm yes ummm I was, I’m sooo sorry I went into your things, you aren’t going to tell my parents are you?” I begged as I stood up to make a quick getaway.

Catharine and I stood face to face, my eyes flicking over her eyes and her soaking wet suit. “Why did you do this?” she asked, stretching the side out to display the stain. I could not decipher if she was upset or joking as she stood in front of me, with a nervous smile. “I mean, I put it on yesterday and it was all wet so I took it off to look and then I realised it was soaked in cum so I had to let it dry all day!!”. “I know, I know and I’m sorry, and you didn’t have another one did you?” I asked in a sympathetic tone, hinting that I had seen her boobs hanging free. “No I did not, was it that obvious?” Catharine asked in a sheepish tone. “Ummm well I noticed, they are very large so it’s hard not to notice” I added, not wanting to sound like a complete perv. ‘But you looked GREAT’ I assured her, wanting to butter her up a little. Catharine smile openly now, looking down at her assets, “well thanks, but you know I need this to hold these back and you messed mine up pretty bad” Catharine replied looking down at her heaving chest. “I know, and again, I’m so sorry” I replied staring directly at her massive chest. “Please don’t tell” I once again pleaded.

“Well I have a deal for you, Catharine” blurted. I nodded my head, knowing I was at her mercy. “If you show me EXACTLY what you did, I won’t tell a soul” Catharine commanded, walking towards me and pushing me onto the edge of her bed and dropping the bra on my lap. “I was hoping it was you, I am so flattered that you did that and now I want to see how you did it” she said, amazing even me. “You are?” I asked incredulously. ‘Yes, but now I want to see exactly what you did, can you show me please” she demanded, winking at me as she crossed her hands over her chest. Her wink and desperate tone of voice had suddenly made me feel like the power had turned from her to me as she watched my every move intently.

‘Well ummm I suppose I could” I conceded, knowing it was the least she deserved short of a full apology. ‘So you want to just stand there and watch as I do what I did yesterday”. “Yes that’s right” Catharine responded. “Do you want me to cum all over it again” I added, not wanting to ruin her clothing again. “Yessssss, even more than the last time” “You don’t mind if I mess it up again Catharine”. ‘No, I want you to” Catharine added, obviously very excited at this prospect. As Catharine watched, I picked up her bra and started rubbing the sides and pulling at her cups, making them as big as possible just as I had done the previous day. Catharine watched on in delight as I played with the cups and dragged them along my bare thighs and against my now rising bulge. “Does that turn you on?” Catharine asked, her eyes flicking over my increasing bulge as I fingered her bra and rubbed it against my bare thigh. “Yess, just knowing it’s yours makes me so horny” I added, staring directly into Catharine’s eyes.

‘Cmon, let’s see what you have, I don’t have all day’ Catharine demanded, seeming impatient now as I watched her wet suit drip on the floor. Catharine’s eyes bugged out as I slipped my shorts down past my hips to the floor as my semi-hard prick jumped out to life and into my waiting hand. Catharine gasped out loud as I rubbed the cups of her bra against my cock and then stroked it up and down, my eyes flicking from her bra to her face and then to her chest. “Mmmm that looks really nice, nice big head too” Catharine commented.

“Do you like watching me jerk off’ I asked as I pumped up and down a little faster, rubbing her bra against my balls, showing her exactly what I had done. “Yesssssss, you’re making me wild here, keep rubbing, I want to see you cum all over my bra” Catharine moaned as she squirmed visibly. Seeing Catharine in this state made me think I had the upper hand as my desires for her accelerated.

Catharine watched on with sheer delight as I stroked my cock with one hand and rubbed her bra against me with the other. I suddenly became aware that her nipples had protruded through her bathing suit, looking much much larger than ever as I stared at them, making her self conscious. “Your hard nipples are turning me on Catharine, can you rub them and make them bigger” I asked, wanting to see what she could do for me. Catharine moved closer and granted my wish as she slowly dragged her thumbs across her nipples, causing them to shoot out more than ever, making large marks in her wet suit. Seeing Catharine like this and feeling her bra on me was surely enough to make me cum but I needed more and wondered if I could convince her of this. As I continued stroking I closed my eyes and thought of very non sexual objects and removed her bra from my pecker. As I opened my eyes I saw the disappointment on Catharine’s eyes as my cock became smaller and less hard. “I’m a little nervous I guess” I stated to her with a quick nod of my head towards my cock, hoping she would take the hint’. “Cmon, please hurry, we don’t have much time” Catharine responded, “please keep rubbing”.

“Do you think you can help me, I feel it getting softer, I must be nervous” I asked, hoping she would take the bait and at least kiss me or let me rub her tits. To my surprise Catharine responded, ” Well I can give you a hand job, but that’s it, it’ll be like when you jack off but I think I can make it feel a lot better but DON’T tell anyone” Catharine indicated in a loving and caring tone.

Catharine smiled as she knelt down in front of me on the floor, her bathing suit still dripping wet as she batted her eyes up at me, licking her lips. Was she going to suck me too I wondered, for now I was trembling with the excitement of having this cutie jerk me off in her own room. I had felt another person’s hand on my tool before but never an older woman! Catharine smiled as she watched my semi erect cock come to life, breathing on her hands to make them warm. I waited and watched as Catharine looked directly into my eyes as she picked my cock up and looked at the sides and the bottom, gently rubbing it to make it harder. “Let’s get you nice and hard’ she whispered, still inspecting every angle and touching it lovingly. “Mmmm that feel so good” I moaned as Catharine began stroking it up and down, making it 80% hard and still growing in her hand. Catharine had such a warm touch as she stared into my eyes to see my reaction, my eyes flicking over her face and bulging yalova escort bayan breast section of her bathing suit. By now my dick was fully stiff as Catharine rubbed the entire shaft up and down, her breasts beginning to jiggle as she increased the pace of her rubbing. ‘Mmmm that’s a little better, your cock is nice and hard now” Catharine rejoiced as she rubbed me up and down, her whole body shaking as she pumped up and down.

Chapter five Touching me

Ohhh God Catharine, you are soo good at this, you are driving me wild” I moaned as I watched her warm hand rub along the full length of my throbbing cock. “It’s been a few years since I have felt a nice cock, tell me how you like it” Catharine whispered as she cupped my balls for the first time and played with my aching knob with the palm of her hand. “Ohhh don’t stop, you are doing it so well” I moaned, “so much better than when I do it”. “Good” Catharine replied, increasing the pace of her stroking. “There is one thing you can do Catharine” I asked sheepishly. “What is it honey?” she responded without missing a beat. “Well ummm, you know how I kinda came onto your bra”. “Ohh yeah” she responded. “Well ummm, ohhh jeez this is good don’t stop, ummmm can I maybe cum all over your bra when you are wearing it” I asked, still sounding very sheepish. “Well we can do that, or you can just cum on my bare breasts sweetie, would you like that?” Catharine responded, looking down at her incredibly long cleavage. “Ohhhh yessssssss” I responded, please let me cum on your tits, I mean breasts” I moaned, not believing she would let some young punk see her tits. “Tell me when you are ready to cum and I will pull my suit down a little and you can spray it on my tits”. “Mmmm okay” I responded, knowing it would only be a matter of time before I was spraying my load all over her.

Catharine continued rubbing my shaft up and down, occasionally lifting her free hand up to tweak my stiff nipples, causing shooting feelings to fire into my balls. As much as I had dreamed about fucking her, I was lost in the moment and more than satisfied to have her hand all over me. Catharine was squirming a little herself as she watched the expression on my face, my eyes telling a story of pure pleasure. “Can you cum for me soon” Catharine asked, looking around to make sure the door was still closed.

“Ohhh yesss I think so, make your hands wet and I will cum soo hard” I indicated as I let go of my grip on her bra and slid my fingers along her neck and down her cleavage to find her nipples. Catharine looked down as she jerked me off to see each of my hands on her nipples, pulling at them through the suit, making them ultra hard. Catharine made no effort to remove my hands from her breasts as I pulled and tweaked her nipples through the suit and squeezed her jugs, rubbing every inch of them. Very shallow moans could be heard escaping Catharine’s mouth as she looked down to see her breasts getting rubbed and her nipples tugged through the suit. Catharine leaned over my prick, her mouth mere inches from the head as she allowed a rope of drool to travel from her lips to the head of my cock. Catharine looked back into my eyes with pure delight as she forced the spit up and down my cock, rubbing faster than ever as her slick wet hand moved over my cock like a tight juicy pussy. “Ohhhhhhh fuck yesssssssssss, I am sooo close, keep doing that” I moaned as Catharine’s slick wet hand slid easily over my throbbing tool, passing over my head each time and then rocketing back to the base and then my balls.

“Please let me see your big breasts now and let me cum all over them” I asked, pulling at her suit and her nipples and sliding my hand inside at the same time. “Ok” was all Catharine replied as she removed her left hand from my thigh just long enough to pull her straps slowly over her shoulders and down to her waist, as she squirmed out of the tight suit. Catharine held the material over her chest just long enough to tease me as I started pulling at her straps to see more. Catharine took the hint and slowly pushed the cups over her breasts and let it fall to her waist. “Holy SHIT, those are big” I exclaimed, staring directly at them. “Do you like” Catharine asked, arching her back to let me see all of her. I was amazed at how she had hidden something so large, as her breasts hung very low under their immense weight, almost grazing her lap as she knelt in front of me, licking her lips. With Catharine topless I knew I would explode soon as my eyes scanned her face and chest and back again. “Ohh please finish me off, I’m dying here” I moaned, feeling my cock throb and pulse. Catharine pushed her suit lower, allowing me a full view as she resumed rubbing the base of my shaft and then towards the head.

Sitting directly on the edge of the bed I lifted up slightly, pushing my rod out as far as it would go, trying to impress Catharine with my length. Catharine did seem impressed as she lovingly watched my cock as it slid in and out of her wet hand. “If you like my tits you’ll cum all over them” Catharine taunted me as she stroked me faster and faster. “Ohhh I am soo close, do it faster, make me cum all over” I moaned, watching Catharine’s bare breasts jiggle and bounce as she rubbed. Catharine jerked like a seasoned pro as she rubbed and squeezed my balls with just the right amount of pressure. “Catharine I am so close, keep rubbing, please don’t stop, I am so close to shooting all over you” I groaned as Catharine increased the pressure under her palm. ‘Cum all over me” Catharine instructed as I felt my balls release under her rubbing. “Cummmmmmminggggg’ I moaned as a small shot of high velocity cum hit Catharine squarely on the lips, followed by a huge wad of man goo that squirted into her lower neck and upper chest area. Catharine chanted quietly now, “ohhh yess cum on me” as load after load hit her chest and neck area. Catharine took the head of my cock and aimed it at her nipples, draining the last ounces against her rock hard nipples, causing moans to emanate from her mouth as she looked down to see my cum on her huge nipples. Catharine’s neck and chest was absolutely covered in my cum, not to mention the small amount on her lips and chin as she continued milking me until I was dry, her body covered in my goo.

“Ohhh my god you are soo good” I exclaimed, a feeling of utter relief in my body as I stared at Catharine’s cum soaked tits. “I liked that too hon, I’m so hot right now, but I have to get out of here, I don’t want your parents knowing I jerked you off” Catharine stated nervously. Catharine pulled her suit back up to her midsection and, quickly slid her fingers between her legs to satisfy the pressure in her pussy. “Now I have a reminder of you” she stated as she picked up the bra and used it to clean off the cum from her nipples before covering them up with the suit. I stared vacantly at her, feeling so drained as she stood up and kissed me on the cheek and exited the room, holding her bra, once again coated in my cum.

“Catharine, please, one more thing” I asked. “What is it honey” she replied, spinning around. “Will you do me another favour, will you let me do the same to you someday” I whispered, not wanting my parents to hear. “Yes, someday, when we get the chance, for now I have to take care of this pressure somehow” Catharine whispered, her fingers drifting back between her legs. “Why don’t you come over here and let me do that, please, I promise I want to. ” I begged, staring at her aching body. “No, I can’t, your parents will find out, I can’t right now” Catharine protested, her legs squirming back and forth as she tried to resist my offer”. “Just come over here quickly and pull your suit down and let me eat you Catharine, I’ll make you cum in seconds” I boldly stated, not wanting to admit I had never even licked a woman before and all my so called experience was based on watching porn. “Ohhh God you know I want that, it’s been ages, you are killing me here, no I can’t, I have to leave” Catharine stammered, her legs looking weak as her fingers rubbed furiously over her pussy outside her bathing suit. “I think it’s best if I take care of this alone” Catharine protested, smiling as she closed the door behind her, leaving me alone in my room feeling helpless in the knowledge she would most likely be masturbating in the room beside me…

This is only the beggining….

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Ball Sucking

We flirted shamelessly that summer. She was earning some cash before she headed off to college that fall and her uncle, who worked as a supervisor in the shipping department, had arranged this job for her. I was on the road most of each day, just another salesman for the company – but I would get excited every time I headed back to the office. We ran into each other constantly, and never missed a chance at a mutual smile, a friendly gesture, or the easy flow of innuendo-laced small talk. Stuff like that makes a job worth having sometimes.

She was petite, maybe 5’2” when she stood up really straight. She had one of those insanely pretty faces – big brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide smile with perfect teeth. If she were six inches taller or so, she’d surely have the opportunity to be a model. Her straight brown hair was always immaculately styled, she took time to make sure she looked good – and without being obnoxious, she knew she looked good.

“What’s keeping you busy this weekend?” I asked as I passed her desk.

“Not you, sweetie.” She would pout, then give me that sparkling ‘you-know-I’m-joking’ smile.

“If only you’d change your mind about eloping with me to the Caribbean, your weekend might not be so dull.” My comment was accompanied by feigned non-chalance

“If I let you smuggle me out of the country, you’d never bring me back.” She objected as she twirled a pen in her hand.

“You got that right.” I smiled , looking her square in the eye.

“Get outta here!” she giggled as she tossed her pen at me and turned back to her work.

I caught the pen and set in on the edge of her desk and pointed at her “Whatever you do – behave yourself.”

She flipped her head lightly to get the hair off her face and looked up sideways at me as I walked backwards away from her workstation. She winked.

Our banter was playful, light-hearted, but still had a little ribbon of sexual tension running through it. For a fresh, 18-year-old high school graduate, she demonstrated the kind of self-confidence that doesn’t usually come to women until they are 10 years older – and that might have been the sexiest thing about her. I’m sure she scared the shit out of the boys at her high school, and it was probably why she didn’t have a boyfriend.

I finished my routine rounds earlier than usual one day, and decided to kill some time back at the office before heading out for some afternoon cold calls. My flirty little buddy was nowhere to be found, so I figured I would get some file sorting done in case my boss wondered through. As I rounded the corner of the hallway towards the supply office, I spotted her in the lunchroom. She was sitting on the couch, slightly reclined against one arm, her eyes closed. Wow, what a sight. I stopped and stared – my brain couldn’t process anything else. The vertical piping on her snug sweater hugged her form perfectly. Her dress had slid over to one side, the bottom edge laying lust a few inches above her knees.

“Looks like sleepyhead stayed out late last night,” I whispered as I stepped to the coffee machine just a couple of steps from her, adding sarcastically, “and everyone thinks you’re so pure.”

Without lifting her face, or even opening her eyes she replied, “They have no idea – but you know better.”

She smiled up at me and began to stretch. Lifting her lithe arms up over her head she tilted her head back and slowly bent her upper body. The “Nnnnnnnnnnnn” sound she was making was audible only to me, and goddamn erotic as hell. Her stiff nipples were clearly outlined under the fabric of her top and a rush of warmth covered my groin. She shook her head from side to side gently and stood up.

“Well, back to the grind.” She said as she faced me. She caught me in mid-stare. Like a kid with his arm elbow-deep in the cookie jar. I had let my eyes drift over her entire body once or twice as she sat there and forgot to be a little more discreet with my lustful gaze. Then she ensured my embarrassment was complete.

“They do that when I stretch.” She smiled and headed back to the office, knowing that I was watching.

I watched. I watched her sleek little body sway from side to side. I watched her hips bounce under the pleats of her dress. I watched her hair swish along her neck and shoulders. This vixen had my full attention, there was no doubt, but something between us was changing. My dreams that night included her. Imaginations of that pert, smooth young woman dominated my sleep. During my morning shower, I relieved some of that pressure while visualizing her swallowing me. I realized it was the first time I had used her as inspiration for masturbation. I believe I had become infatuated. Enough was enough – time to find out if all this flirting was just games, or the basis for something else.

“Know anyone who’d like to see the game on Friday?” I asked her in an offhand manner the next Monday morning “One of my clients had 4 extra tickets.”

“Are you asking me to find 3 people, or are you asking me to go?” she pretended to grimace at me.

“Well, you’re always so busy on the weekends, I assumed you wouldn’t…”

She lifted the tickets I was fanning myself with out of my hand and examined one, “These aren’t exactly front row, but…” she slipped one ticket out of the group and tucked it inside her blouse, “I’ll meet you there.”

“I don’t want you trying to scalp that,” I said sternly as I reached for the ticket.

She swatted my hand and gave me a silent “no-no-no” sign with a wagging finger and a sly grin. She slid the other tickets across the desk and turned back to her computer screen – barely concealing a giggle. I picked up the tickets and gave myself a private “Yes!” – these other tickets were never going to see the light of day again.

“OK, OK, see if I buy you a hot dog.” I walked away finishing with a command, “Don’t be late.”

It was the slowest week of the year. Every five-minute conversation on the phone seemed like it took a half-day. I kept thinking it was Wednesday all day on Tuesday. I wrote the wrong dates on billing statements and almost missed a critical appointment Friday morning. We hardly saw each other that week. She was in a meeting or I was out on call. She had left early or I was working late. When our paths did cross, we only had time for quick greetings in passing. The anticipation was driving me crazy.

Friday night finally came and there she was – section 12, row 6, seat B. She had a home team jersey on and her hair pulled back into a ponytail – a sporty look I hadn’t seen her in before. She beamed brightly when she spotted me walking up the steps to our row. “Hey, you.” she said as she stood to hug me. I lingered in the hug and took in the sensation of her arms around me. Her perfume was different than what she wore at work – less flowery, more musky.

“First time,” she said to nobody in particular as she glanced around, “but I’ve always wanted to, you know, see these guys play in person.” We made more harmless small talk through the start of the game, and I bought us both some drinks during the first amasya escort break. She cheered at all the right times, giving me healthy high-fives. We made fun of a guy wearing the away team logo on his hat. She looked right at me when we talked during timeouts and intermissions – putting her hand on my arm or knee a lot of those times. I glanced at her gorgeous face while she watched the game from time to time. Some pretty people are even prettier when they smile.

“I’m hungry for something better than a hot dog,” she said over the noise late in the game. “maybe a quieter place to eat nearby?” The game was basically over and I couldn’t wait to have 10,000 less people around us. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.” I said as I took her hand and led her down the steps and out of the building.

We were just ahead of the crowd, but I knew all the closest restaurants and bars would be jammed in a short while. I suggested we head across town to a quiet little bar & grill I had been to before. She had come to the stadium by bus, so we climbed into my car and headed there. She was still excited about her first trip to the game, and thanked me for inviting her. I reminded her that she stole the ticket and I would have been slapped with a sexual harassment suit if I had confiscated it. She laughed and bounced in the seat, obviously pleased with herself.

“They’ve got some great little meals here,” I said as I pulled the emergency brake. I looked over at her and I caught her glancing at me this time.

“Seriously,” she said softly “thanks for taking me out tonight.”

She leaned over and gave me a tiny little kiss on the cheek – like a fresh little puff of a breeze on my skin. I began to say, “you’re welcome” when I noticed she was still lingering near me. I turned my face towards hers a little more and she kissed me on the lips lightly. I returned the favor and kissed her back. I could feel the heat of both our faces and mouths as we kissed each other more deeply. Her lips moved fluidly over mine. I touched her lower lip with my tongue and drew a small line with the tip. She let her tongue out to meet mine and they slipped over one another. Her hand was behind my neck as she moved her head in time to the deep kissing. I had one hand on her thigh as our mouths grappled like hot, slimy wrestlers. My breathing was becoming rapid as my hand slipped up to her hip and she put punctuation on things by sucking my lower lip a little as she leaned back away from me.

“Let’s eat first,” she suggested, “aren’t you hungry?”

“I sure am,” I said as we stared each other down, “but I suppose we could have dinner first.”

“You’re so bad.” she smiled and shook her head, then gave me another quick kiss before undoing her seatbelt. Dinner was exquisite torture. We shot smoldering looks back and forth as we absentmindedly ate. Our talk tried to turn away from the fiery feelings we were having, but it never drifted far. The erection she generated in my pants during our kissing never subsided below ¾ stiff – and I’d bet she knew it.

We kissed some more as soon as we got back into the car. She rubbed her hand over my chest as her mouth cemented itself onto mine. I cupped her face with my hand and pushed my fingers into her hair, gently removing the tie that held her ponytail up. She sighed as I pulled back and told her we needed to get going. The drive was worse than dinner. There was nothing to stop her from shamelessly rubbing my pants where my aching cock throbbed. Even under the heavy fabric of her jersey, those nipples I had been caught ogling last week were stiffly protruding. I caught a glance of her hand in the crotch of her own jeans as we swerved by the other cars on the road – obviously none had any important place to be.

She grabbed the keys from my hand as we reached my doorway and unlocked it like she had done so a thousand times before. She was already pulling her jersey up over her head as I turned from shutting & locking the door. I stepped towards her, yanking my shirt off as I walked. She moved backwards and caught the back of my couch with one hand, bracing herself as I moved as close to her as I could get. Her silky bra felt great on my bare chest as we tongued each other’s mouths deeply. Her fingers were tangled into my hair and my hands were gripping and roaming around her hips and ass.

I grabbed her firm butt with both hands and lifted her onto the top edge of the couch. In between the wet sounds our mouths were making she asked about a condom. I told her not to worry – I had it – and she rewarded me by wrapping a leg tightly around my waist and pressing her tongue even more feverishly into my mouth. I reached behind her and undid her bra, never letting my hands leave her skin I moved them around from her back to her tits. I didn’t look at them, but my hands told me they were firm, round B cups and that her nipples got rock hard very easily, besides when she stretched. I rolled my thumbs onto the tips of her nipples and made broad circles around them. I held the full weight on her tits in my hands and squeezed rhythmically. Some breasts are just meant to be touched by the hands, and these were certainly that kind. They were obviously very sensitive as well, as she quickened her kissing and gripped my hair more tightly each time I changed my technique.

I couldn’t take this any longer – the tension built up by months of flirting and the night’s kissing was overwhelming me. I pulled her off the couch and reached for the snap on her jeans. She moaned a little moan as I unsnapped and unzipped her pants. Our mouths parted long enough for me to grip the top of her jeans and yank them to her ankles. Doing that slid the strings of her black thong panties halfway down her hips, rolling them into little licorice twists. I stood back up and rolled my arm around the small of her back and pulled her tightly to me. We kissed more and she pressed her tits into my chest, rubbing them in random ovals against me. My left hand was covering her ass cheek and squeezing it firmly – I released it and let two fingers trace a line along the bottom of her ass, underneath, until I could feel the heat from her pussylips on my fingertips.

She fumbled with my belt, and seemed to hesitate when the button on my pants was un-cooperative. I was reaching back, into my wallet to retrieve my rubber before my pants were gone as she finally got them undone. She grabbed my pants and shorts at once and slid them both off, sending my cock slinging up and down as it flipped out of the waistband. She gripped it with one hand and rubbed it firmly. I could feel her step on the heels of her own shoes and wriggle her feet out of the legs of her pants. She rocked her hips sensuously as she looked down and watched me roll the condom onto my shaft. I pinched the fabric of her thong and tugged it aside. She looked back up at me, through me it seemed, as she spread her legs apart and lifted her knees.

As the head of my cock probed her slit, she rolled her eyes back and closed them. I pressed my hips forward and it felt like I was squarely between her pussy lips, but I also felt some resistance. I gazed back at her as I escort amasya lowered my hips and tried to push myself into her again. This time I could feel her hole expand around my pricktip. She looked like she was biting her lip as the ridge of my mushroom wedged its way past the edges of her hole. The hand she had in my hair clenched tightly into a fist, the other gripped the skin of my shoulder and I backed out slightly before pushing into her again. Her half-grunt, half-squeal was soft – but it encouraged me to continue.

Even with the lube of the damn condom, she was incredibly tight. The next couple of strokes went in and out a little easier, in and out a little deeper. I didn’t realize she had released my hair until I saw her hand on the couch, steadying her as my veined rod slithered in and out of her pussy. I finally felt my cock bottom out inside her and could feel that her muscles were relaxing and allowing this intruder much more easily. I began to quicken the pace of my hips. Each time my cock slid out of her, a little wet noise went with it, and each time I shoved it back in, that noise ended in a muffled, moist slap. I took in the sight of her wonderful body as I fucked her. Her tits bounced up and back to their perky spot on her chest with each thrust. Her belly bulged a little each time my dick pushed into her then tightened again each time it withdrew. Her knees wobbled around in mid-air as she spread herself for me.

Soon, my lust for this moment began to culminate. My nutsack began a tingling dance, and started to tighten. I grunted through my breathing and thrusted into her more quickly. I heard her gasp when I changed my pace yet again – more piston-like – steady and powerful as I tried to stall my climax as long as I could. I leaned my head into her and grabbed her ass with both hands, supporting her weight more than it was supported by the couch. I was thrusting in and out of her with abandon when my orgasm began. I shoved myself as hard as I could into her vise-like pussy and grinded my hips into her open thighs. The cum jetted out of my cock tip like a cannon shooting mayonnaise. Enormous strands of cock juice swirled over my dick as I pressed myself into her with all my might. Her hands moved to my lower back as my muscles twitched and my prick convulsed inside of her. I took a deep breath as I felt myself go a little light-headed and looked at her.

She seemed to be holding her breath as I finished cumming and I realized she hadn’t said a word the whole time – she had only made a few sexy noises. I could smell the sweet aroma of her sweat, perfume and shampoo mixing and drifting around us. As I let her weight return to the couch and rubbed my hands up her body to her shoulders, she looked up at me. Her eyes were bright…but something…

“That was my first time,” I could have been hit me with a train and been less shocked, “you’re my first…”

“I…I,” my mouth wouldn’t work “I didn’t think you…I mean, you’ve never…”

“It’s ok,” she assured me “I wanted you to do it – wanted you to be the first.”

I slid my slightly flaccid cock out of her and reached down for her pants. “You want to clean up? The bathroom – right down to the left.” I reached past her to pick up her bra on the couch as she un-twisted her panties and slid her pants back on. She left her shoes behind as she shimmied down the hall. I used my shirt to wipe myself as I tugged the condom off. My shorts and pants were back on and I was bending to collect her jersey when I saw her shadow coming back down the hall.

She was barefoot, in just her jeans and her bra. She looked like she was ok, but maybe feeling a little nervous. She walked slowly back into the room and held her hand out as I passed her shirt to her.

“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked, and her eyes seemed even more lovely than usual “I didn’t want it to be a big deal – I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“No, no – not mad at all, maybe just surprised,” I said, finding it easy to keep eye contact with her as I tried to figure out how I was feeling, “and wondering if you’re ok.”

“I’m good –good!” she said, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, “really, I’m cool – that was nice.” I motioned, asking if she wanted to sit down for a while. She laid the jersey in her lap as she sat on the couch and leaned forward examining a glass of water I had poured right before I took off for the game. She asked what it was, and took a big gulp when I told her it was just water. I offered her to get her something else, but she declined and held onto the glass as we began talking.

She told me about her limited experience in sex. How she had made out with a few guys, dry-humped a couple of boyfriends in theaters and backseats, and given a hand-job to a local college guy she’d met during her senior year in high school. The closest she came to actual sex was when the same guy showed up to her house after a baseball game, kind of drunk. Although she was willing, he was unable to perform and she dumped him the next time he came to a date smashed. As she spoke, I was feeling amazed at how comfortable she was telling me all this, and how that self-confidence made her seem even more sexy – as if a beautiful young thing like her, relaxed on a soft couch with just a bra on wasn’t drop dead sexy enough. I guess my admiration was obvious to her, she smiled widely and set the glass back on the table.

“You’re really cute, you know.” She said as she leaned back on the couch “I’ve been thinking about you all summer – you know, when I’m feeling horny and stuff.”

Hello! My cock woke up like a soldier at reveille.

“Well, you are just plain hot,” I admitted, “you’ve been on my mind too – and not just because of your brazen flirting.” I grinned and leaned towards her, raising my eyebrows.

Her body seemed to become almost liquid in its relaxation as she spoke. “I hope we’re not done tonight…”

I wrapped an arm around her and rolled her over to me as we started to kiss again. She raised her leg up and straddled me on the couch, working one knee then the other forward into the couch until her crotch was pressed hard onto my engorged penis. She rocked her hips back and forth in a gently frantic rhythm as our tongues groped and played in our mouths. She reached back and undid her own bra, then pulled up and put my hands right onto her chest. She gripped my forearms as I grasped her tits and massaged them. She tilted her head back as we leaned towards each other – my mouth surrounding her right nipple. I could hear her moaning, feel her moaning in her chest as my lips squeezed and pursed around her areola, moving from one breast to the other while my hands played with whichever my mouth wasn’t on. I used the slickness of my saliva to make her nipples slip out from between my fingers as I pinched them.

“Mmmmmmmm, yeah, mmmmmmm – suck harder,” she directed me. I sucked harder.

“Oh god, uh-huh, mmmmmmmmmmm,” this time her body seemed electric. Every touch, suck, rub or pinch sparked another moan or sigh of encouragement. I was so god damn horny having her riding me like this – I’d forgotten how powerful dry-humping amasya escort bayan could be with the right person.

“I want you – want to taste you,” I whispered in between moving my mouth from one tit to the other.

“Mmm-hmmmmm,” she agreed and reached down to her pants to undo them. I laid her back onto the couch as she pushed her own pants and thong off of her hips. I took them and slipped them all the way off and put one hand on each knee. She lifted her hands up over her head, one slung back across the arm of the couch and one resting on top of her head. Her hair swam in rivers of soft brown around her face and neck as I looked into her eyes and palmed the insides of her knees. I moved my gaze slowly down her body as I pressed her legs apart. Her tits still had a light shine across the nipples. Her belly was smooth, rising and falling in quick beats. Her hips were slim, but round and they creased slightly at the waist as I moved my face towards her.

I opened my mouth and laid it just a few inches up from her knee, on the inside of the thigh. I made huge, open-mouthed kisses on her flesh as I traveled in a wavy pattern up her leg. She raised her hips up a couple of times as I went, and I looked up to see her licking her lips and watching me with a sexy, drowsy gaze. I skirted around her mound, trimmed with a fine, tightly meshed bush. My tongue darted out onto her skin every once in a while, trailing and skidding along as I moved. After I had finished my long, meandering journey from one knee, around her snatch and down the other leg – I peered up and looked her right in the eyes as I moved right up her middle, opening my mouth as I went.

I’ve never put my mouth on a sweeter, more toned pussy in my life. The lips, the muscles and skin were all just a perfect balance of firm and soft. I engulfed her cunt and lapped at the whole slit with my tongue in a long, slow rhythm. My tongue slid up and down as I kept it pressed against her hot flesh, the tip rebounding gently on the bottom edge, just above her anus. I peered out of the top of my eyes to see her staring right at me, with just the tip of her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth like someone concentrating on a math problem – I kept looking as I pressed my mouth muscle up to her clit and rolled over it. Her head snapped back onto the couch as her right hand came down on the top of her thigh, kneading it vigorously.

A girl this comfortable with herself surely knew what she liked, so I decided to let her show me what worked for her. I moved my mouth over to her hand as it gripped and un-gripped her inner thigh. My lips pulled one of her fingers into my mouth with a firm suck. I gently held it in my teeth as I dragged the hand across her supple folds and laid it right in the center of her pussy. Her body paused, then relaxed under her own hand as her fingers started doing what came naturally to them. She spoke.
“Goddamn yeah, yeah, eat my pussy.” Her voice was breathy and intense. I had reached down and pulled my own pants off in order to free my painfully erect dick. Now the head seemed to vibrate with each rolling jerk of her pelvis. She used her thumb and middle finger to pull her lips up and apart, exposing her fresh pinkness, while her index finger pushed and rubbed on her clitoral hood. I kept sliding my tongue on her slippery slit over and over and over. I saw the edge of her clit as her finger tugged the hood up and I bent my tongue up to it.

“No!” she squealed as her hand dropped over her whole pussy and her leg straightened in a fierce spasm. “too much, too much – in…in, put it in.” She said through her panting.

Her hand moved back to the top of her mound. My mouth found its way back to the bottom edge of her pussy and my tongue snaked its way into her hot hole. I probed and poked, forcing my tongue out of my mouth so far it started to hurt. She used her three fingers together in spastic swipes on her clit. Her slit was like a taut rubber band around my tongue, then I felt the floor of her pussy tighten. Her breathing sped up and she bent her head to look at what was happening between her legs.

“Aaay, Aaaaaaaaaay, Eeeeeeeeeeeen,” she almost whistled as her delight began. Her pussy released and regained its tension over and over, like someone was pulling and letting go of that rubber band in a quickening rhythm, “Eeee, Eeeeeeee, Eee, oh god, aaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh.” My mouth was greeted with a warm, wet trickle of pussy juice as the muscles squeezed her cum out. She was still in mid-spasm when she tapped my head and gestured for me to move onto her.

I kneeled up and started to ask her about getting another rubber when she cut me off…

“Fuck me now. I want you inside me now. Now!” Her hands grasped at me and pulled me towards her.

I rubbed the glistening folds of her pussy with my prick and moaned as my cock got coated with her cum and my spit. I was still kneeling when I stabbed my cock into her, pushing until it was buried inside her. She propped herself onto one elbow and stared at her own snatch while it spread to smother my dick and the lips rippled over the veins in my shaft. What a powerfully tight pussy she had. I didn’t think of it at the time, but she was the first virgin I had ever had. My animal instincts began to claim control – I really started to fuck her.

My thrusts stopped being so polite and started to become almost savage. I raised myself up on my feet and supported my weight on my hands and began to pound myself into her. My hips rose up until the ridge of my head was just outside her hole, then I slammed my whole self into her. She started to make her noises again, her face curled into a beautiful vision of passion, and with every explosive pounding she moaned her approval. I was grunting and feeling the trickles of sweat gather across my lower back. She had shifted her own hips, moving her legs up and out – making herself as wide open to me as she possibly could. I have since wished to have been frozen in that moment of heat – me wanting her so much, her giving herself to me so willingly.

Trying to hold back my cum was impossible. Her pussy was too tight and hot. I kept pumping my hips with the same abandon as it boiled up from my nuts and began to spew. I was going to keep fucking her as long as I could, I didn’t care that I was filling her cunt with my seed. The added slickness encouraged me to speed up even more, each piercing thrust pushed more slime out of her and it began to run down her ass crack and onto the couch. The sounds of our sex became so wet it was almost cartoonish, but I kept up the pace until my thighs were on fire and my back ached. I finally collapsed on top of her, my shaft completely inside of her. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders and ground herself against me as my cock softened and eventually slid out of her pussy. She smiled readily while we cleaned each other and kissed me deeply when we parted.

We dated just a few more times before she left for college. The sex was fantastic and we’re still long-distance friends. She later told me she was just looking for some life experience before she went out into the world, and didn’t really want, or need, a “boyfriend”. I happened to be the lucky guy she chose because I made her laugh at work and she thought I had a cute butt. I’ll never, ever regret being her first.

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Ten years ago I lost my wife. No, she didn’t die. I came home early from a fishing club meeting one evening only to find her in our bed with a very big, very black dude with a cock that matched. She was on her knees and elbows while he held onto her hips and pounded his huge man meat in and out of her very white and very stretched cunt. She cried out in a combination of intense pleasure and pain, “Oh, fuck yes. Yes. Fuck. Fuck me with that wonderful big black cock. Yes.” He saw me come in and looked straight into my eyes, “If you try to do anything, you are going to be one very sorry little white guy.”

He just kept pounding away at her pussy. I stood there frozen in place as I watched her C-cup tits violently swinging back and forth and listened to her screams of lust. After several minutes he announced that he was going to come and told her to turn around and suck his load out of his cock. In all the years that we had been married, Donna had never sucked my cock, but she spun around and took half of his rod, which must have been at least nine inches long and almost as big around as my wrist, into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and held her as he poured his load of spunk into her mouth. “Swallow it, Bitch. Swallow my black man’s fuck juice.” I could see Donna swallowing as fast as she could but she could not keep up and large globs of it ran out of her mouth and hung from her chin like icicles. I felt like I was going to throw-up but I also realized that my seven inches was standing tall and hard in my pants.

He pulled out and stood in front of me. He must have been almost six inches taller and a hundred pounds heavier than me. His still big cock hung down in front of him, dripping thick yellowish cum onto the carpet of our bedroom floor. “What are you going to do, Shitface? Nothing, I thought so. Maybe I should have you suck me clean. Would you like that?” He and Donna put on their clothes and Donna put some extra clothes into a suitcase but she never looked me in the eyes. He pushed me out of the way and they went to the front door. “Jan is at her friend, Julie’s for the night” was all that Donna said before she went out the door with the black guy that I had just watched fuck her senseless. I watched her walk behind him to his car with her head hung. I went to lie down on the bed but there was so much cum on it that I went to the living room.

I sat in a chair all night and never got any sleep. As far as I had known, we had a good marriage and she had never had sex with anyone other than me. I cried and thought about what was going to happen. Would she come back? Did I want her to come back? The morning came. It was Saturday and I did not have to go to work. About ten, I did doze off till I heard the front door open. It was our beautiful, blond little six year old daughter coming home from her friend’s house. She almost skipped in. “Hi, Daddy.” “Hi Honey. Hope you had fun”, was my reply. A while later she asked, “Where’s Mommy?” I had her come sit next to me and told her that Mommy had left, that she did not want to be with us and that I did not know if she would ever come back. Jan cried and I held her.

Donna sivas escort never did come back. A couple months later I learned that her new black master was whoring her out for gangbangs with his friends and others that would pay him to do anything they could think of with his snow white sex slave. I just shook my head and thought that she was getting just what she deserved.

For the next ten years I did my best to be both father and mother to Jan. She grew up wonderfully. She was very pretty and smart and had a lot of friends at school and got good grades. She was on the soccer and soft ball teams at school and starting to think about which college she wanted to go to. Every once in a while she did ask if I had heard anything about Mom but I always told her no. I dated once in a while and even had a sex life but never met anyone that I wanted to be with steadily. Maybe it was because of what I remembered happening the first time. I always insisted that I get to face fuck the woman that I was with along with anything else that we did.

It was a couple of months after Jan’s eighteenth birthday and I was passing her room when I heard noises from inside that made me peek in to see if she was OK. She was on her bed, on her back naked with her eyes closed and her legs spread and she was rubbing her clit like a mad woman and thrusting her hips up and down. I only looked for a few seconds before I pulled away and went back to the living room. Those few seconds became hours of my remembering the picture I had seen. Jan had a beautiful firm young teenaged body with flawless milk white skin and tits like her mother. I hadn’t seen her naked from before her mother had left us and had never thought about her sexually, but now I would get a hard-on each time I pictured her on her bed masturbating. I even started jerking off in bed thinking about her pleasuring herself.

Finally I admitted to myself that as bad as it was, I wanted my daughter. Mostly I dreamed of her sucking my cock the way her mother had sucked the big black cock of the guy that was now her master and pimp. Several more times I heard Jan in her room pleasuring herself but I always kept myself from looking in on her for fear that she might catch me. One day I was looking on-line and I found a DVD titled “Daddy, please come in my mouth”. It was a compilation of 10 scenes of different young girls sucking off older men that were supposed to be their fathers. I ordered it.

I watched it almost every night and always imagined that the people in the scene were Jan and myself as I sprayed my load all over my stomach. The girls always begged their fathers to let them suck them off. They told the daddies how much the loved them, what wonderful cocks they had and how great the taste of their cum was. They would show the father her mouth full of cum before swallowing it or if the father had come on his stomach, she would make sure that she licked him clean. They all said that they wanted to do it over and over again. I had to find a way to get Jan to let me put my cock in her mouth or I was going to go crazy. Finally I came up with a plan.

I “accidentally” escort sivas left the DVD next to the living room TV. I remembered exactly the position it was in. Jan gets home from school a couple hours before I get home from work. When I got home, the DVD had been moved just a little. Jan was unusually quiet that night. I took the DVD back to my room and left it on my dresser. Over the next week I could tell that it had been moved almost every day.

One night Jan came into the living room. She was dressed unusually sexy in a short skirt and a halter top. “Daddy, can we talk?” “Sure Honey. What’s on your mind?”, I replied. She looked me straight in the eyes, “I found and watched your video of daughters giving blowjobs to their fathers. Do you want me to do that for you?” I lied, “I’m so sorry you found it. Please forgive me.” She kept looking at me, “You didn’t answer my question. Would you like me to do that to you? I love you and I want to do it if you want me to.” It was all I could do to keep from yelling YES, YES, YES and pulling my hard cock out, but I had to play it cool.

Jan came over and sat on the couch next to me. She put her hand on my thigh and looked me in the eyes. After a minute, she leaned over and gave me a kiss. It wasn’t a father/daughter kiss and it was easy to tell that it also was not her first man/woman kiss. Her lips were soft and moist. They parted slowly and she worked her tongue into my mouth as one of her hands found its way to my crotch. My mouth opened and my tongue rubbed against hers. It was the longest and best kiss I had ever shared with anyone.

Eventually she pulled away, reached out and unbuttoned my shirt while with the other hand unzipping my pants. Her lips went to my nipples and my hard cock was pulled out into the night air. It took her seven kisses to work her way down across my stomach till she was positioned right at the end of my manhood.

There was already a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my pecker. Jan licked it off and let out a moan that you could tell was from pleasure. My cock jumped. My eyes were closed and my head was back. I had not said a word. My daughter’s mouth opened and slid down over my cockhead and half way down my shaft.

Her lips gripped tightly around my pole but her teeth never touched my man meat. Jan ran her tongue in a circle around my cock head and then she started bobbing up and down my length, making the loose outer skin rub up and down on the hard inner shaft till it made me feel like I was already ready to explode. I opened my eyes and looked down and watched my sweet, beautiful eighteen year old daughter give her father and expert blowjob.

I managed to last maybe four or five minutes before my balls tightened and I moaned. Jan stopped for just a minute to repeat the line from each scene in the DVD movie. “Daddy, please come in my mouth.” Then her lips went back over the head of my rock hard erection and she sucked. I groaned and exploded. Three then a fourth blast of thick, hot salty cum blasted into my daughter’s mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could and never spilled a drop. When I stopped sivas escort bayan coming, she went down and gently sucked each of my balls into her mouth. Then she gave the tip of my softening erection one more kiss and sat up. “I love you, Daddy.”

Jan lay her head on my shoulder, lifted her halter top and moved my hand to one of her C-cup breasts. I rubbed and squeezed and tweaked her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I still had not said a word. “Daddy, can you do it more than once a night?” I quietly answered yes and she replied, “Then I think we should go to bed now.”

I stood up and took her hand and led her to my bed. Standing next to the bed, we worked at undressing each other. Naked, I stepped back and looked at her body. “You’re so beautiful, Jan.” “Thank you Daddy” she replied and then wiggling her shoulders, she shook her tits back and forth right in front of my face.

I lifted Jan up onto the bed, leaned over and nursed on one of her nipples while massaging the breast with my hand. “Oh, that feels so good, Daddy.” Her hand reached out and wrapped around my hard again cock and started stroking it. “You’ve got a very nice cock, Daddy. I want it in me. I want you to fuck me.” Jan spread her legs and pulled her knees up.

I looked at Jan’s pussy with its neatly trimmed pubic hair. There was a small colorful butterfly tattoo gust above and to the right of it. She was soaking wet and her cunt lips were slightly parted. I climbed between her legs and placed myself at the opening of her fuck hole. “Push it in, Daddy. Hard and fast.” I slammed forward and my whole seven inches disappeared into my daughter. Jan almost screamed, “Ahhh. Yes. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”

I pounded into her tight teenaged pussy. Our pubic areas slammed together. Her vaginal muscles squeezed my prick and she pushed back each time I thrust deeply into her. Over and over my balls bounced off her ass. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Oh fuck yesssss, just like that. Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me good. Oh yes, I love it. I love you.” As I had already come once, I was able to last for quite a while and I brought Jan to a strong orgasm well before I was ready to come again. Then I slowed and just slid in and out of her with long gentle strokes while alternating between kissing her lips and nursing on one of her high firm young tits.

Soon Jan started to built to another orgasm and I started fucking harder again. Her hand went down between her legs and she attacker her clit. Almost breathless she managed to say, “Don’t pull out Daddy. I’m on the pill and I want you to fill me with your wonderful cum, the same cum that made me. Come in me Daddy. Do it now. Come!” She screamed as she had another hard orgasm. After the last drop of my man seed poured into my daughter’s womb, I collapsed on top of her.

After a minute, I rolled off and we lay together, holding each other as we came down from out sexual highs. We kissed and rested. Jan smiled at me, “I don’t think I will be needing my own bed and more, will I Daddy?” I smiled back at her, “This is your bed now Jan.” Then we fell asleep in each others arms.

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Introductory.

James and his dad are on a remote Scottish farm miles from anywhere helping his dads widowed aunt and cousin after the death of his dads uncle.

James hates it until his dad’s cousin show him the fun you can have on a farm with no other men around.

James and his dad with his dad’s aunt and cousin were now in Gwendolyn’s old Land-rover heading the 50 miles to where she had a small farm.

James looked completely board as he looked out of the window of the Land-rover.

It was raining heavily and a thick mist covered most of the fields.

He could see some sheep every now and again when the mist parted.

He wondered why anybody would want to live in such a depressing place and it was bitterly cold too.

His dad’s cousin Morag was sat next to him in the back seat she could see him looking out of the window and she guessed what was running through his mind.

She now said to him.

“It’s a hard place to live in the winter.

But in the summer it is truly beautiful.”

James just smiled at Morag and said to her.

“I will take your word for it.”

Morag just smiled at James and squeezed the top of his leg in a friendly manner and in doing so she made sure that she touched his cock in his pants for just a second.

James was now a little embarrassed and he just decided that she had accidentally touched him there when she squeezed his leg.

Morag was now looking out of the window and not paying him any attention.

However, she did have a very odd smile on her face now.

When they arrived at Gwendolyn’s farm three elderly men were waiting for them in the courtyard. They were farmers from nearby farms and they had just been keeping an eye on every-thing for her while she had been away.

They were friends of her dead husband but they couldn’t come to the funeral as they were too busy working their own farms to go.

Everyone now went into the large farm-house including the three elderly farmers.

Gwendolyn now thanked them for keeping an eye on the place for her.

She then got out a bottle of whisky and poured them a large glass each.

They now made a toast to her dead husband and they all drained their glasses in one go. They had a couple more drinks with her each of them toasted her husband in-turn.

Then they left each disappearing in their own Land-rovers.

James made a comment about drink driving and Morag and Gwendolyn just giggled and smiled at James.

Tony just slapped him hard on his back and said to him.

“There’s no traffic police up here son.”

After Tony and James had carried their bags up to their bedrooms. They both had a room to themselves in the back of the house.

Morag was busy in the bedrooms putting fresh linen on the beds and getting the coal fires going in each room so it would start to warm up.

It was now really hurtling down outside and it got cold very fast up here in the highlands.

Luckily for them the old farmers had brought in all the livestock that needed to be in. and they were now safe in the barns.

As the storm could last up to three days or more at this time of year.

Gwendolyn was busy in the kitchen.

She had a beef stew in a large pot on the cooker cooking.

The smell of stew now drifted through the house and made everybody realize how hungry they were.

Tony now told James.

“To go downstairs and see if he could be of any help to the girls.”

Tony now got his phone out of his pocket and looked at it.

There was not a single bar on it.

He now kept moving around the room until he luckily managed to get one bar.

He now called his wife to make sure she had got home ok.

Denise was laid in bed a very contented look on her face, when her phone started to ring.

When she saw it was her husband calling she frowned to herself.

Denise now looked at her son he was laid across her chest one of her nipples was still in his mouth and he had a huge smile on his face too.

Luckily Denise had lowered her ringer so her phone was only just making a little bit of noise now.

Denise now gently managed to roll him onto his side.

She now very quietly got out of bed her bottom winced with pain as she started to walk.

She picked up her dressing gown and wrapped it around her body.

She would have to tell her son to be a little gentler with her the next time he fucked her up the ass.

However, she had enjoyed it very much.

She now smiled to herself as she remembered the sex session her and her son had just enjoyed. Her pussy and asshole were full of his spunk and she had drunk nearly a gallon of his creamy white cum as well.

Denise now walked out of her bedroom before she answered her phone as she did not want to wake Gary up.

Denise now explained everything that had happened to her and Gary on their way home. Tony was shocked and he felt really guilty for them driving home alone.

Tony wanted to come home right away.

But Denise explained to him that she wanted some mother and son time with Gary.

Denise explained to her husband that it was her fault Gary ran off.

So she wanted to spend a couple of days with him just him and her. She wanted to get their mother and son bond back.

Reluctantly Tony agreed with her.

He now told her.

“That him and James should be home within 5 days, if everything went to plan.”

Denise smiled to herself and said to her husband.

“5 days with Gary should be enough for everything to go back to normal.”

When she hung up her phone she wondered if her ass and pussy could take 5 days of constant fucking.

She smiled to herself; it would be fun finding out she thought to herself.

Denise now walked back into her bedroom.

Gary had now rolled over onto his back and he was still fast asleep.

She could see that he now had a semi-hardon.

She grinned to herself and got back onto the bed.

Denise now took her son’s cock deep into her mouth and she started to suck him off.

Gary opened his eyes and moaned out in pleasure.

He then said to her through his moans of pleasure.

“That she was the best mother in the world.”

Denise now looked up at her son and winked at him.

She now continued to suck on his now hard cock.

Tony now sat down on his bed and was thoughtful for a few minutes. It wasn’t until Morag called up to him telling him that tea was ready that he finally came downstairs.

They were all sat around the large kitchen table in the kitchen.

Gwendolyn was just serving the stew when he came in and sat down at the table. Everyone could tell that there was something wrong by the look on his face.

Gwendolyn now smiled lovingly at Tony.

She then asked him.

“If everything was ok?”

Tony now explained everything to them about Denise and Gary having a silly fight and about Gary running off and getting kidnapped and about him luckily getting rescued by the police.

He also explained that he would not be going home just yet.

As Denise wanted to spend some time alone with Gary to make things up to him.

James was a little annoyed by this.

He had a very good idea how his mother was going to make it up to his little brother and for a few seconds he felt really jealous.

Then he realized the seriousness of what could have happened to his brother and he just smiled to himself as he pictured his trabzon escort brother and mother having some make up sex.

He then thought to himself I hope they have fun together.

As James thought about his mother and brother having make up sex.

Back home Denise was bouncing up and down on Gary’s hard cock and she was also screaming the house down as she had multiple orgasms as he rammed his hard cock in and out of her wet cunt.

Gwendolyn now smiled at Tony, she then told everybody.

“To hold hands.”

Everybody did hold hands once they were holding each other’s hands Gwendolyn said a little prayer of deliverance for Gary’s safe return.

She then told everyone.

“To enjoy their dinner.”

She now told Tony.

“That it was good to let Denise and her son sort things out together.”

Tony at this point had no idea that Denise and Gary were screwing each other.

After dinner they all sat around and just talked. They did have a television but the reception was pretty bad in this area to many high hills and trees.

James now finished the hot chocolate Gwendolyn had made him.

He now said he was tired so he went up to his room.

Tony was now left alone with his aunt and cousin.

Everyone just sat in the living room and watched the fire burning in the fireplace. Denise waited until James had been up stairs for about 15 minutes.

She now announced she too was getting tired.

She finished her glass of brandy and told Tony and her mother.

“That she too was off to bed.”

Gwendolyn now just drank her brandy and watched Tony out of the corner of her eye.

She now said to Tony.

“That she was just slipping upstairs and she would be back down in about 5 minutes.

Tony never heard a single word she said.

He just kept looking at the flames dancing around in the fire.

Gwendolyn was now in her bedroom she quickly stripped off all her clothes.

She now started to look through her underwear draw.

She wanted something to bring back Tonys attention.

She now slipped into a pair of sheer black panties. Gwendolyn now found a pair of black hold up stockings that matched her panties.

She now found a black cup less bra.

Gwendolyn now admired herself in her full length bedroom mirror.

She did look hot in her sexy undies.

She now started to lightly touch her own nipples as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror.

She now put on one of her heaviest and full length dressing gowns and tied it tightly around her body. She now went back down to the living room to finish her drink and to keep her nephew company.

Gwendolyn now walked into the living room.

She picked up her drink off the table next to the chair where she had been sitting facing the fireplace.

She now finished it in one big swallow.

She now stood in between Tony and the fireplace.

Tony had been staring into the fire and watching the flames dancing round as he was lost in deep concentration.

Gwendolyn now said to Tony in a sweet and gentle voice.

“You’re no good to me sulking around like a school-boy. What is done is done.

Now show me why you are up here.”

With that she undid her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. Her body in her sexy underwear was now lit up by the fire dancing around behind her.

Tony looked up at his auntie and smiled at her.

The fire made her look even hotter if that was possible.

Tony now got up and smiled at his sexy aunt.

He now walked towards her.

He now grabbed her firmly placing one hand on her breast while his other hand went to her bottom and slipped down into her panties.

He was soon rubbing her ass-cheek while he played with her breast.

He now forcefully pressed his lips onto heirs and at the same time he forced his tongue into her mouth.

This was the way she loved at, rough but with passion.

Auntie and nephew continued to French kiss each other passionately her hands were now ripping at his shirt.

She needed to feel his bare skin with her finger nails.

This was why the three farmers had been so willing to help her while she was attending to her late husband’s funeral.

They had heard from her late husband when they were down the local pub. How passionate she was and they were all hoping that one of them would take her husband’s place in her bed. Or at least get to fuck her when she needed some cock.

Gwendolyn now led Tony by his hand up to her bedroom.

Once inside they started to kiss passionately once more their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

Tony finally broke off his kiss and said to her.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea what if James hears us.”

Gwendolyn just smiled at her nephew, she then tells him.

“That she put a few sleeping pills into James’s hot chocolate, he should sleep until morning.”

Gwendolyn now slips out of her panties and climbs onto her bed.

She now opens her legs wide for him.

She now gives her nephew a wicked little smile and uses her little finger to beckon him to her.

Tony quickly strips out of his clothes and he now climbs up onto the bed to join his sexy auntie. He now positions himself in-between her open legs and in one powerful thrust he buries his big hard cock balls deep into her dripping wet cunt.

Morag was now outside her mother’s bedroom door, she was smiling to herself as she listened to the sounds of fucking coming from inside the room. Tony was really making her mother moan as he powered into her cunt with his big hard cock.

Morag knew that Gwendolyn had drugged James’s drink.

Infact it was Morag’s idea, so that they could have some fun with Tony without James hearing them as she didn’t think he was ready to know their little secret.

Not yet anyway.

Morag now slipped into James’s room she was pleased he had not locked his door.

The coal fire was burning in the fireplace and the room was nice and warm.

The only light in the room came from the fire and the window.

Morag stood just admiring his body for a few moments.

As the room was nice and warm he had kicked his covers off.

She was also pleased to see that he slept in the nude.

Morag now slipped out of her dressing gown that she had been wearing she too was totally nude under it.

James was laid on his stomach, sort of stretched out across the bed.

Morag now got onto the bed behind him.

Morag now started to run her hands all over his body she was also pressing her large breasts into his back.

James made soft whimpering sounds as he slept.

Morag now gently started to kiss him all over.

She now gently rolled him onto his back.

She now smiled to herself as she now looked at the rest of him, including his big penis.

Morag could not help herself and she very gently just started to place small butterfly kisses on his penis.

James whimpered a little bit every time she kissed it.

It also started to get bigger every time she kissed it.

She was now licking his balls; she wanted to see how big he was.

She had not intended ongoing this far, but she could not control herself now.

Morag wanted to sit on his cock so much.

However, she wanted him to be awake so that he could enjoy the experience.

She reluctantly got off the bed and picked up her dressing gown and went to join her mother and cousin in her mother’s bedroom.

Morag was so turned on now that she let Tony do anything he wanted escort trabzon to her and Tony did. James at breakfast the next morning noticed that Morag and Gwendolyn both looked completely shattered and his father just grinned as he ate his breakfast.

Around 11am that morning the rain stopped.

Morag told her mother.

“That she was going to check up on the sheep in the high pasture.”

They had some sheep up there.

The sheep were very resilient.

But they did have a barn up there just encase they needed to be brought in if the weather really got bad or it snowed heavy.

James was a little board so he asked her.

“If he could go with her?”

James did not see Tony and Gwendolyn exchanging smiles with each other.

Morag did and she just smiled back and told James.

“She would enjoy his company.”

Morag now told him.

“That she would get him some clothes more appropriate to wear for climbing the high hills.”

Morag now knocked on James’s door and entered without waiting for an answer.

James was just wearing his boxer shorts when she entered his room.

Morag just smiled at him.

She now gave him a quick admiring glance.

She now placed some clothes down on his bed.

She had provided him with a thick long tee shirt and some out-door overalls.

Morag also gave him a pair of black Wellington boots and a heavy jacket and a woolly hat.

She told him the clothes would keep him warm and dry.

When James was dressed he found Morag waiting for him in the kitchen.

Gwendolyn had made them both some pack-up and a big flask of coffee.

His dad was doing some work in one of the farm barns on the other side of her farm.

Gwendolyn looked at James and smiled, she then said to him with a wink to Morag.

“You look like a young farmer now.”

James just blushed and did not reply to her.

Morag took the bag her mother had given her and put it over her neck.

Morag and James now left the farmhouse and headed down the farm track which led to the high fields.

It took them just under an hour to reach where the sheep where and it had started to rain again. James thought he was pretty fit, but he was now blowing like a bull by the time he got there. Morag just continued one step after the other and James had to admire her fitness.

Morag now said to James when they reached the high barn.

“It looks like it’s going to snow and snow heavy too.

I think we’d better bring the sheep into the barn just to be on the safe side.”

Morag now opened the barn doors and lit a couple of oil lamps.

The barn floor was cover deep in straw and it was divided into holding pens for the sheep.

Each pen could hold ten sheep.

There was also big heaps of straw piled up against the far walls.

The barn also had a second floor were oats and other animal food were kept.

Morag and James now had the difficult job of trying to get the sheep to go into the barn. Morag showed him a few tricks and the first few sheep went into the barn easily enough after that the rest of the sheep just followed the others into the barn.

As they went into the pens.

James would close the gate after ten had gone into each pen.

Morag now said to James.

“There are only three sheep to bring in and they are the oldest and most stubborn of the entire herd.”

Morag now told James.

“That they would have to grab the sheep by their horns and then drag them into the barn.”

James and Morag got the first of the three sheep into the barn without much difficulty.

However, when they tried to get the second sheep in it bucked Morag and she fell backwards into a small stream of ice cold water.

And when James went to help her out.

The same sheep went for him and he too ended-up in the water with Morag.

Now both of them were in the icy cold water and they were running the risk of getting hypothermia if they did not get out of their wet clothes soon as the temperature was really dropping now.

They both now got out of the stream with a lot of difficulty for they were both shivering and completely wet through.

Morag was now in a really bad mood as the sheep ran past her she grabbed it and started to drag it into the barn.

James grabbed the other side of the sheep and soon it was in its pen.

The last sheep just walked into the barn and into the pen with the other sheep.

Morag quickly closed the barn doors and bolted them.

She now told James.

“To quickly get up the ladder to the second floor.”

James just looked at her a little confused.

She now told him.

“To get his ass up that fucking ladder.”

James just shrugged his shoulders and started to climb up the ladder to the second floor followed by Morag.

Morag and James were now on the second floor of the barn. Morag now started to search for something in one of the cupboards at the far end of the barn.

She quickly found what she was looking for it was an old paraffin heater.

After several minutes of tinkering with it she got it lit and it started to give off some much welcome heat.

James was freezing as was Morag.

Morag quickly piled up a big pile of straw just across from the heater so that it wouldn’t catch fire.

She now started to strip off her clothes.

James just stood and watched as she stripped from her working clothes down to a small pair of black panties.

James couldn’t take his eyes off her big breasts.

Morag now took off her panties as well.

Morag now turned around to see James just stood staring at her a look of astonishment on his young face.

Morag now smiled at him and she now put her hands on her hips and said to him in a playful voice.

“Haven’t you seen a naked woman before?”

James just looked at her and blushed.

Morag now said to him.

“You need to get out of your wet clothes, otherwise you will get ill.”

When James just stood looking at her Morag took matters into her own hands.

She now started to strip him.

James just stud there like he was in a trance as she stripped off all his clothes.

It was not until he was down to his boxer shorts that he snapped out of his trance.

Morag was now pulling down his boxer shorts when James said to her.

“What’s going on?”

Morag smiled at him and said to him.

“You sort of zoned out a little bit.

Now hang your clothes up next to mine so that they dry.

James now slowly started to hang his clothes up.

However, he was still very embarrassed about them both being naked and he couldn’t help getting hard everytime he looked at her.

Morag was now pouring them both a cup of coffee from the flask her mother had packed for them.

She now said to him.

“Here drink this it will warm you up.”

After they both drank their coffee Morag went to the big pile of straw and got under it.

She told James.

“To come and get under it with her.”

She said to him.

“It will keep us warm until hower clothes dry.”

The paraffin heater was now giving off a lot more heat.

But they were both still shivering under the straw.

Morag now moved closer to him so her body was pressing against his back.

James could feel her breasts pressing into his back now.

Morag told him.

“To turn round they needed to cuddle together to share their body heat.”

James now turned around to face Morag.

His face was only a few inches trabzon escort bayan from hers now.

He was just about to say something when she pushed him down into the straw and got on top of him.

She now pressed her lips to his and she started to kiss him.

At first James froze but after a few seconds he opened his mouth and allowed Morag’s tongue to slip into his mouth.

Within seconds James was kissing her back just as passionately as she was kissing him.

Their bodies were now rolling around in the straw and their hands were roaming all over each other’s bodies.

Morag now reached behind her and took hold of his now hard cock she smiled to herself when she realized he was now fully hard.

She now moved down his body so that her pussy was directly over his cock.

She now kissed him passionately and at the same time she lowered herself down onto his big hard cock.

James moaned with pleasure as his cock slipped into her tight wet cunt.

Morag now through back her hair and she now started to slowly bounce up and down on his big hard cock. James gripped her hips tightly and watched as her big tits bounced up and down as she rode him. Morag was now getting a little faster and then she was really going for it. The sensation going through James’s mind now was unbelievable.

He loved fucking. He had fucked his girlfriend and he had fucked his mother.

But fucking his mother and Morag was the best his girlfriend was a complete amateur compared to his mom and Morag.

Morag now had her hands on his chest to steady herself as she bounced up and down on him. Both of them were now moaning and groaning with their combined pleasure as they fucked each other in the straw in this barn on a stormy Scottish Winter’s day.

Back at the farm Gwendolyn now looked up at Tony letting his cock slip out of her mouth for just a moment.

She then said to him.

“Do you think Morag and James will be ok the weather is really starting to get bad now or do you think we should go out and look for them before the weather gets any worse?”

Tony turned his head so that he was looking out of the bedroom window.

He smiled to himself then looked back down at his auntie.

He then said to her as he took hold of her head and put his cock back into her mouth with his other hand.

“We will go look for them if they’re not back in two hours.

Now start sucking.

Gwendolyn just grinned as she let him push his cock back deep into her mouth.

She now resumed her bobbing up and down on his cock and playing with his big balls.

Morag now screamed out loudly as James shot his cum deep into her pussy causing her to have an orgasm at the same time.

She now collapsed down onto him and they both just held each other tightly.

They rested for around 15 minutes.

James wanted to fuck her again.

But Morag had been listening to the weather.

She told him.

“That they would have time for that when they got back to the farm. But for now they both needed to get going home.”

Their clothes were not yet completely dry but they were wearable.

They now got dressed and before they left Morag made sure that the animals had plenty of food and a fresh water supply.

Now they started their long cold walk back to the farm.

Tony and Gwendolyn were now sat at the kitchen table.

They were just about to set off to go look for Morag and James when they both came through the back door.

Both of them were completely soaked and shivering.

Gwendolyn told them.

“She would go run them a hot bath.”

Morag and James were now stood in the kitchen dripping water everywhere.

They both now started to strip off all their wet clothes.

Tony just watched as Morag stripped down to her panties and James to his boxer shorts.

Gwendolyn now came back into the kitchen; she now stopped dead in her tracks as she looked at her topless daughter just in her panties and James just in his boxer shorts.

Morag could not help smiling at both of them as she looked at them in just their undies.

She now said to them both.

“Your bath is ready, but who is going first?”

Morag now slipped off her wet panties and tossed them onto the rest of her clothes; she then got down onto her knees and pulled down James’s boxers.

James went red with embarrassment.

Morag now smiled at her mother and then she took hold of James’s hand and said to her mother as she started to pull him out of the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about it we will share.”

She then pulled the helpless lad off to the downstairs bathroom.

15 minutes later Gwendolyn and Tony were stood outside of the downstairs bathroom. They both had their ears pressed to the bathroom door.

A voice from inside that sounded like Morag was saying.

“Oh god, that feels so good, yes now really hard and fast. Oh yes keep ramming into me you are going to make me cum.”

Tony and Gwendolyn listened for several more minutes then they slipped back to the kitchen. It was a good hour before Morag and James walked back into the kitchen.

This time they were both wearing big heavy bath-robes which Gwendolyn had put in the bathroom for them to change into.

Morag now announced to her mother and cousin.

“That she and James were very tired and as it was getting late.

She and James were off to bed.”

Tony looked at the clock on the kitchen wall it was only 7:30pm.

However, he just smiled at them both and he said nothing.

Gwendolyn now made herself and Tony a hot chocolate each.

When Tony was not looking she slipped two sleeping pills into his hot chocolate.

She didn’t want him to spoil his son’s fun by trying to join them in the middle of the night.

Gwendolyn and Tony now talked for about 40 minutes. Gwendolyn watched him intently she could see that he was getting tired.

She suggested he go up to his bed and Tony did not disagree with her.

Gwendolyn now helped Tony up to his own bed.

She said to him when they were in his room.

“You look very tired. Why don’t you get into bed and have a good night’s sleep.”

Tony just smiled at her and said to her in a playful manner.

“You mean you are still sore from last night’s butt fucking and you need a night off to recover.”

He then started to laugh.

Gwendolyn just smiled at him and helped him strip off all his clothes.

Gwendolyn just looked admiringly at his naked body especially his big cock.

She now restrained from dropping to her knees and takening him into her mouth which she would have done any other time.

Tony now climbed into the bed and under the covers within a few minutes he was sound asleep and snoring contently.

Gwendolyn now went to Tony’s room.

She softly opened the door and went in.

His bed was empty.

She now smiled to herself and went to her daughter’s bedroom.

She now very quietly turned the door handle and pushed the door open.

She now went into her daughter’s bedroom.

Gwendolyn now stood at the foot of Morag’s bed and smiled to herself.

Morag and James were both fast asleep.

They were both wrapped up in each other’s arms.

And Morag had her head resting on James’s shoulder and he had his strong arms wrapped around her body protectively.

Gwendolyn now pulled the covers up so that they wouldn’t get cold.

She now quietly slipped out of her daughter’s bedroom closing the door behind her.

She was heading for her own room when she decided to go into Tony’s room instead.

She stripped off all her clothes and got into bed and cuddled up next to his naked body.

In a few minutes she too was fast asleep.

The End

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