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My father and mother had finally gotten divorced. It had been a really rocky marriage for many years now, and their separation was long overdue. At least that’s what my sister and I felt. But mom and dad, despite the vast gulf between them, figured they’d invested twenty years in their marriage and were reluctant to admit failure. I could understand that, but, still, the constant misery they’d been putting each other through for years made it very clear to me and Peg that mom and dad just weren’t meant for each other anymore. And probably never were in the first place.

Though I’d been close to my mom when I was young, as I became older a gulf began to develop between us. She couldn’t stand watching me grow up and become a woman. As long as I was her little baby girl, a girl she could both coddle and control, everything was okay. But once I entered adolescence, showing independence, maturing and developing my sexuality, my mother, for some reason, just couldn’t stand it. And the same went for my sister, who was a year younger than me. Though Peg, watching me go through all that warfare with mom, was better prepared to just step back and avoid mom’s irrational outbursts and rampages.

My relationship with my father was very different, however. Peg and I had always been daddy’s little girls, and that never stopped. He pampered us when we were children and encouraged us to express ourselves and develop in our own ways as we matured. He loved watching us turn into adolescents, and then into young women, proud to see his girls blossom and mature.

And so in recent years, while my mom and I had finally resolved some of our very real conflicts, I still couldn’t help take my dad’s side in his ongoing battle with mom. He tried to be a good husband, but she just wouldn’t let him. And I always sensed that while dad was a very warm, very physical and, probably, very sexual man, mom was something of a cold fish. Her own mom was like that and I think she just inherited the trait. She had empathy for the poor and the oppressed, but found it hard to be tender or comforting to those close to her. It seemed like a chore she would only do reluctantly for mom to caress me and my sister when we needed that, needed a mother’s comfort. While dad was always there for us, soothing us when we were upset, wrapping a protective arm around us when we yearned for that.

And now, finally, they had split. Dad had moved out of their house a couple of weeks ago and was staying in a hotel. But that was getting expensive, I knew, and I was sure it was lonely. He had a bid out on a condo he was seeking to purchase, but it would be at least a month or two before that would become available. So I suggested to dad that he stay with me. I had a two-bedroom apartment and my roommate had moved out recently to take a job up in Alaska. I told dad he could move in with me until he got settled. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, that it might be uncomfortable having one’s father in the next bedroom, how would guys I dated feel about that? Wouldn’t it constrain me? But I told him, no. I loved my dad and I wanted to be there for him in this, his time of need.

“Me and Peg were always curious, dad, but we never thought we could ask you about it, you know how that subject can be,” I probed. “But mom and you? You two didn’t have much of a sex life, did you?”

My sister and I had, in fact, long been intensely curious about this. Mom had seemed like a cold fish to us, but you never know what happens behind closed doors. Cold fishes can sometimes really heat up. Though we doubted it in mom’s case. There was just something so reserved about her. And we never heard noises or anything coming from their bedroom, even when we were little and they were young. Hell, at forty dad still seemed young to me. That’s another thing, all these years he’s had this youthful aura about him while mom acted like she hated her youthfulness, was wasting it. She was a real beauty when she was young, and she still had her looks, but it’s like she was bitter about her lost youth, like she felt she had wasted it on dad.

“To be frank, honey, no,” dad said. “I mean you know how gorgeous your mother is, how she was a beauty queen when I first met her. I guess I was just blinded by all that.”

My mom, I’ll admit, has always been a real looker, and when she and dad met she had just been selected as a runner-up in a statewide beauty contest. Dad told me that, like a lot of young guys, he only paid attention to looks then. And so they met at eighteen, and at nineteen were married, mom already pregnant with me. Mom was a real peach, everyone said so, and guys flocked around her in droves. So dad felt lucky, he said, when he won her over. He figured he had won himself quite a prize.

But over the years that prize had begun to seem more like a booby prize as mom’s true nature was revealed.

“So you didn’t do it too much, huh?” I probed further, feeling remarkably comfortable for some reason as I began to talk to dad about his sex life with my mom.

“No, not too much, muğla escort even when we were younger,” he admitted.

“Mom just wasn’t into it?”

“I’m afraid not.”

I wasn’t surprised to hear this and, for some reason, it actually made me happy. I was sort of glad to learn that my dad had never really found sexual satisfaction with his wife, my mother. Maybe that was selfish of me but, still, it made me feel good.

“So did you go out on her much, dad? Did you have affairs?” I asked boldly as he squirmed a little in his chair.

“Some,” he admitted. “Yeah, I did.”

“Did mom know? Did she ever find out?”

“She found out a couple of times, and we had some real battles over that before she sort of came to accept it. But I had to get love somewhere, honey.”

“Yeah dad, I know you did,” I said sympathetically. “Because I bet you’ve always been a real sexy guy. And horny too.”

There! I said it! I got it out of my system. I’d long thought this about my father, that he was a really sexual animal, and that all that carnality was wasted on my mother. I couldn’t believe mom didn’t respond to dad’s vividly alluring masculinity, his sheer, raw sexiness. Even my girlfriends used to say to me how they thought my dad was a real stud. They said my mom was gorgeous and all, but they’d never mention anything about her seeming sexy. Because she wasn’t.

Dad smiled at me now. It’s like he actually got a kick having me ask him whether he was a horny dude.

“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s one thing I have to admit,” he said. “I’ve always had a hell of libido. I guess you can say I’m ‘horny’.”

Just hearing him say that thrilled me. Your own father, whom you adore, admitting how he’s got a potent libido! And now that he was separated from mom and on his own, I figured he was hornier than ever!

“So what kind of women did you mess around with? Did I ever meet any of them?” I quizzed further.

Now dad filled me in, happy to be getting some of this off his chest. One of these women he mentioned I knew real well because she happened to be our next door neighbor. I used to play with her kids when I was young. Like dad, she was unhappily married and I guess they had found each other in their time of need. He told me how he’d sneak over there, just twenty feet from our own house, when Shirley’s husband was at work or out of town.

“Did mom ever find out about Shirley?”

“No, that’s one she never knew nothing about.”

It’s a good thing too, because mom still lived next door to Shirley and her husband!

Suddenly I noticed what time it was.

“Oh shit, dad, I’ve got to get ready!” I told him. I had a date that night and didn’t realize how late it was. So I reluctantly excused myself — by this time it was hard to tear myself away from dad and his revelations. Hearing them seemed more exciting than going out with Trent. Though all this talk with dad had made me start feeling real horny, and maybe Trent would take care of that. He was an okay fuck when he wanted to be.

I reminded dad I had a date that night, promising to pick up where we left off tomorrow, continuing our conversation about him and my mom and their sex life, and the state of dad’s libido.

“Have a good time, hon,” he waved as I left, the sweetest of smiles lighting up his handsome face.

Many hours later, after a very disappointing evening with Trent, I returned home, letting myself in very quietly so as not to disturb dad, who was probably already asleep. But then I noticed there was a thin stream of light peeking through his door, which had been left slightly ajar. It seemed dad was in fact still up, and I wondered what he was doing. So I tip-toed over quietly, thinking he may have fallen asleep with the lights on. But when I looked in his room, through the crack in the door, I could see my father was very much awake, and not only awake, but keeping very busy.

Because there he was in bed, looking down at some magazine, his fist wrapped around his very erect cock, masturbating! I could hardly believe what I was witnessing — I had walked in on my own father jerking off to some girlie magazine!

I stood there silently, watching. I’d always thought my father was real cute and sexy, and had to admit to myself guiltily that I sometimes thought of him as a sex object. And tonight, having talked to him about sex and how he hadn’t gotten what he needed from mom, I felt myself becoming aroused by dad. He was staying with me, in the adjoining bedroom and just the thought of that now made my head spin. Going out on my date with Trent all I could think about was dad and the conversation we were having before I split. I began to feel really turned on. And I realized it wasn’t Trent who was turning me on, but thoughts of my dad! Trent even mentioned that I seemed to be acting especially hot tonight. What he couldn’t know was that it wasn’t him who was making me hot, but thoughts of my own father!

And now, after a disappointing date, here I was, looking at ordu escort my naked father, furiously masturbating!

Naturally the first thing I noticed was his cock. It was big and it was beautiful! I hadn’t remembered ever seeing my dad’s penis before, soft or erect. And now here it was all stiff and swollen, his fingers wrapped around it as he stroked it slowly, gazing at his magazine. I could feel my pussy instantly cream as I stared at the incredible sight of dad playing with himself like this. How I would have liked to slide a hand under my skirt, under the elastic of my panties and start playing with myself as I kept watching him! But I feared that I’d make noise and be noticed. And I didn’t know if I wanted that; it would probably put an abrupt stop to this intensely erotic sideshow.

Dad took his time stroking it and after awhile I just couldn’t stand it any more and finally brought a hand down between my legs. I must’ve been rubbing it a little too hard or maybe dad heard my panting, because suddenly he looked up, wondering whether he had heard something. Instantly I had to think what to do. Should I just pull back silently, tip-toeing back to my own bedroom and leaving dad to his own devices? Or should I do what I was more and more feeling like doing, though I knew how outrageous that would be. Should I reveal myself to dad and let him know I’d been watching him?

And that’s what I decided to do, opening the door all the way, letting him see me standing there.

“Why look at you, dad, enjoying yourself,” I said matter-of-factly as he gazed up at me, frozen in shock to see me there. Now I walked into the room nonchalantly as my father tossed the magazine aside and pulled his hand away from his penis.

“Check it out! You’ve got a big one,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “I guess mom just didn’t know how lucky she was.”

Dad smirked.

“She didn’t view that as luck. The bigger it was, the more she had to endure was the way she looked at it,” he said bitterly.

“Well me, dad, I just love enduring a nice, big one,” I said, amazed at my boldness.

“What are you doing home anyway, baby?” he asked, his cock now softening, the stiffness leaving his penis still big and meaty, but soft now. Which, of course, I regretted. I had told dad I’d probably be spending the night with Trent.

“Oh, my date was really shitty,” I explained. “We went back to Trent’s place and I was feeling real horny and stuff — partly it was the way you and me had been talking about sex before I left — but Trent had drunk so much beer he couldn’t even get it up. So I split.”

My dad looked up at me amazed, and I was amazed too, telling him how disappointed I was that I couldn’t get fucked that night.

Now that he had fully taken in that I was standing in front of him like this, having watched him masturbate, he started to squirm.

“I feel so embarrassed, honey,” he said, a pained look on his face. “You coming home and seeing me like this.”

“Don’t dad, don’t feel embarrassed. In fact, you just put your hand right back where it was, you hear me?” I said, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing his own hand down to his cock again, stunned that I was actually doing that. And the way he gazed into my eyes, I’d say dad was pretty stunned himself.

“Go ahead dad, keep stroking it. You can do it in front of me. I loved watching you do that.” I said, picking up the magazine he’d been looking at. It was opened to a spread shot of a big, busty blonde holding her legs wide open to expose the glossy pink slit of her shaved cunt.

“Is this how you like your pussies, dad, shaved?” I asked.

“No, not especially,” he said.

“I sure don’t shave mine,” I said, all inhibitions gone now. “In fact I got myself quite a bush down there, between my legs.”

This was the moment of truth. How far was I going to go?

“Want to see it, dad?”

“Bu– but– ” he stammered.

“But what?”

“But you’re my daughter, Wendy,” he said, protesting lamely. What I noticed, however, was that his cock, which had shriveled and gotten small and soft, was now quickly swelling and stiffening again as he began to stroke it. That told me what I needed to know.

“Look at you, dad. You’re obviously pretty horny. I come home and I catch you masturbating,” I said. “Well, like I told you I was hoping to get some tonight and I didn’t. I’m feeling horny too, real horny. So how about I masturbate too? How about I join you and we beat off together, watching each other?”

I tossed away the magazine.

“Instead of looking at that, a picture, you can look at me, live and in 3-D. What do you say, dad?”

He was still stunned to silence.

“That okay?” I said, standing there.

“Uh– yeah– I guess– yeah–” he said, nervous.

“Good, dad,” I said, “I’ll sit right over here, opposite you.”

My dad was stretched out on the bed, and opposite the bed was a little sofa my roommate had left behind when she moved to Alaska.

So now, osmaniye escort as dad watched, stroking his shaft, I took off my clothes.

I turned around so he could see me unsnap my bra, taking it off, then slowly turned around to reveal my tits.

“Think they’re pretty, dad? I know they’re not as big as mom’s.”

I was perfectly aware that I had a perfect set of tits, round and firm. I’d been complimented on them many times, by guys and by babes. And though mom may have had big ones, they were always of the soft side and a little droopy. So I can imagine what dad was thinking, gazing at my pair.

Then I turned around again and slowly rolled my panties down over my ass, letting dad have a good view of my smooth, satiny bottom before I turned around and showed him that bush I’d mentioned.

“See?” I said, suddenly falling back on the couch and spreading my legs wide as dad gazed between them, his eyes a pair of intense lasers, scanning suddenly exposed sights. “No shaved pussy here.”

I have an especially dense, thick pubic bush, honey colored, and I’m kind of proud of it. I think it’s sexy.

“I shave a little down here in the summer,” I said, pointing to my upper thighs, right below my crotch. “So it’s smooth when I put on a bikini.”

I did in fact have faint downy curls there, which I do shave. But that’s all. Otherwise I leave my pubic hair natural, never trimming it.

“And here’s what I’ve got under all that hair,” I said, reaching in and spreading my outer labia, letting my father have a vivid view of my raw, pink pussy. I knew exactly what that pussy looked like. I’m one of these women who likes to look down at myself in a mirror. The same way I’m always hearing compliments about my breasts, both guys and girls have told me what a pretty pussy I have, so that made me a little bit of a narcissist about it. And I always looked forward to the moment when I could really show it off. Though I didn’t think I’d be showing it off to my own father!

“Is it pretty, dad?” I couldn’t help asking, seeing how intently my father was staring between my open legs as he fisted himself and I held it wide open for him. “Is it prettier than mom’s?”

“Shit!” he smirked. “That cold bitch wouldn’t even let me look at hers. I’d have to go down on her in the dark.”

Wow! Dad sure felt a lot of pent-up resentment for mom.

“But yours, honey, yours is a beuatiful, a work of art.”

“And your cock, dad, that’s another piece of art,” I said, staring at it. In fact, in my view at least, dad had himself a beautiful, perfect cock. I considered myself sort of a connoisseur of cocks, having laid my eyes on quite a few of them. And to supplement my personal observations, I’ve been a keen viewer of porn videos, which have allowed me endless opportunities to peruse erect cocks of every size, shape and color. From all this I’ve developed some standards. Proportion is all-important, though I do prefer my cocks on the large size, and thick too. And I especially like the sort that has a nice long muscle running along the underside, which gives the penis a real definition, like a sculpted body shaped by lots of hours in the gym. Though the sculpting of a cock is inborn and can’t be altered by any effort. Anyway, dad had that kind of cock, I could now see, the kind that’s defined by a muscle etching its underside.

Looking at his cock, I thought about our next door neighbor, Shirley enjoying it, sucking on it, taking it inside. Shirley’s a rather ordinary looking, scrawny women. But she still oozes this intense, unmistakable sexuality, something I’d always noticed about her and, evidently, so had dad. So now I pictured Shirley dropping down to her bony knees in front of my dad, taking his big cock between her full lips.

“Bet Shirley loved that cock of yours,” I couldn’t help saying. “It’s so big and hard. Bet Mr. Munson didn’t have one like that.”

Mr. Munson was Shirley’s husband and, like my mom, he seemed to be another prude. No wonder Shirley and my dad, living in houses only a few yards apart, came to lust for one another.

“Yeah, she had herself a pretty good time with it,” dad said, allowing himself a smile.

Now I wet a finger in my mouth and brought it down to my clit which I knew was hard and swollen and clearly visible to dad. Some babes, you can hardly see their clits under the hoods. But mine, it always stands out like a shiny, pink pea when I get excited.

“Look dad, I got myself a little hardon too,” I said, flickering a finger across my engorged clit, showing it off. And, bringing a couple of fingers of my other hand to my mouth to make them wet, I brought them down to my stiff nipples and now rubbed them, giving dad a really sexy show, playing with my titties as I rubbed my pussy.

“See, isn’t this better than a nasty old magazine?” I purred as he stroked away at his penis furiously, obviously loving the view of his naked, exposed daughter masturbating right in front of him. As I relished the sight of my father twisting his thick, long cock in his fist.

“Whack it, dad, go on and beat that meat!” I urged him, now sliding a couple of fingers up my very wet cunt, making sure dad had a perfect view of those stiff fingers disappearing up my vagina. I told my dad I’d be his alternative to a stroke mag, and now I was more than fulfilling my promise.

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Claire finished applying the rainbow flag to her cheekbone and leant back to check her appearance. Her eyes were framed in a smoky blue eyeliner with a slightly darker eyeshadow making them seem deep and mysterious. A smudge of blusher brought out her high cheekbones and highlighted the rainbow flag on her left cheek. Hot Passion metallic lipstick coated her lips, drawing the eyes to their fullness and kissableness. She smiled. She looked hot as she fluffed out her silver blond hair.

“Hey, babe, where are you?”

“In here, Dad,” she replied as she pulled on a tight, white shirt. She wore no bra beneath it and the fitted material clung tightly to her 34C breasts, a dark shadow of her aureoles surrounding the already nipples showing through the pure white shirt. Tight jeans hugged her slender framing, lovingly following the curve of her ass before showcasing her long legs.

“You going to one of your strap on rallies?” Ted commented as he entered his daughter’s bedroom. He was still getting used to his daughter being a lesbian.

“Nah, just going to the club with Lucy,” Claire met her father’s eyes in the mirror and smiled. “Your home early.”

“Thought I’d spend time with my baby girl. I don’t see you often enough these days, especially now you’re seeing Lucy.” He came to stand behind her, marvelling how bright she looked against the darkness of his shirt.

“I’m sorry, but with college and dating I don’t seem to have as much time as I used to have. I’m free tomorrow night, though.” She could feel the warmth of her father’s body behind her, a heat that seemed to transfer to her own. She caught sight of his eyes and saw an answering flame burning there.

“What time is Lucy coming for you?” Ted stood closer, his pelvis pressing against her firm, tight ass.

“Another half hour or so, she’s coming straight from work,” Claire subtly moved her ass against Ted’s groin, feeling a spreading hardness pushing against her.

Ted leaned into her, breathing in her natural flowery scent. “Don’t you ever get tired of those plastic cocks? Don’t you wish you had a real one filling that pussy of yours?”

Claire closed her eyes as she felt her pussy clench at his words, a liquid heat starting to fill her. She knew her father didn’t approve of her being a lesbian but Lucy gave her something that she had never found anywhere else and at the moment she was happy to enjoy it.

“I’m fussy about which cocks go in my pussy,” she whispered, her hand sliding behind her to cup her father’s hardness. “Very fussy.”

Ted groaned as he felt her fingers wrap around him through his pants. He was so hard he felt as though he was karabük escort going to burst through the denim and fill her hand. He reached around in front of her and slipped his hand inside her shirt to feel her tits. He loved his daughter’s tits, they fitted his hand perfectly, sensitive nipples thrusting against his palm. He could suck and nibble on those little puppies all night long if she let him.

Claire gasped as she felt him tug and tease on her nipples. Her tits were so sensitive in his hands, she could feel the lust arcing down from them straight to her clenching pussy where her juices were starting to trickle out of her. She watched as he lifted her shirt up over her tits, leaving it bunched beneath her chin, and tugged on them, rolling the nipples in his fingertips. Her questing fingers opened his trousers and she slipped her hand in side, stroking his hard cock, feeling it jerk against her.

“Oh, yeah, baby girl, stroke Daddy’s cock, just like that,” he groaned in her ear, thrusting against her.

Claire turned around in his arms and went down on her knees, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. She licked her lips as it bobbed before her, a drop of precum glistening on its tip. Her tongue reached out and tasted it, savouring the salty taste before she took him in her mouth. One hand wrapped around his base, stroking and massaging as she bobbed her head along its length. He filled her mouth, one hand on her head as he slowly pumped in and out of her.

She opened her own jeans and slid her hand inside, feeling her sodden pussy and engorged clit. She wanted her father’s cock in her dripping pussy, pounding it like he used to. She gave him one last suck before getting up and stripping out of her jeans and thong, leaving the shirt bunched up above her tits. She smiled, her eyes lingering on his wet cock bobbing out before him, and walked over to her bed where she lay down upon it, legs spread wide as she stroked her wet, glistening pussy.

“Like what you see, Daddy?” she whispered in a husky voice, her eyes dark with lust.

“You know I do, baby,” Ted replied as he fisted his cock, slowly pumping it as he watched her finger her pussy.

“Show me, Daddy. Show me how much you love me.” She opened her legs wider before running her hands up her body to cup her tits, tugging on the sensitive nipples.

Ted didn’t need a second invitation. He stripped off his shirt and trousers, kicking his boxers off and tossing them aside before going down on his daughter, his mouth latching onto her pussy like a man starved of water latches on to his first drink. osmaniye escort His tongue eagerly lapped at her juices, circling her hard clit, drawing it into his mouth where he let his teeth lightly scrape against it.

Claire arched up of the bed, her hands gripping her father’s shoulders tightly as she rubbed her pussy against him. Juices poured out of her as he lapped at her, torturing and pleasuring her with every lick. She panted, breathless, as he slipped a finger inside her wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy, I need you now!” she cried out, arching beneath him.

Ted looked up, his face coated in his daughter’s juices and smiled at her. “How much do you need it, baby?” he growled, sliding his fingers deep inside her wet pussy. The scent of her surrounded him, the taste of her coated his lips and tongue yet it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside her pussy she would never want another cock.

“I’ll die without it, Daddy! Please, please, fuck your baby girl. Fuck her now!” She writhed on the bed, her body taut with lust and need.

“Oh, I will, baby, I will,” he vowed as he moved up her body. He let his cock find the entrance to her pussy and paused, looking down at her flushed features. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard and fill you up with so much cum you’ll be leaking for weeks.”

“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Oh, please, Daddy! Fuck me!” Mindless with desire, Claire begged and pleaded to her father, thrusting her pussy at him, tits bouncing and rolling with each movement.

Ted slammed his cock inside her, feeling it glide along its slick walls, filling her. He watched her eyes roll back as she screamed out his name. He grabbed one of her tits, lowering his mouth to it to suck hard upon the aching tip as he moved his hips back and forth, thrusting deep inside her. His other hand mimicked his mouth with her free tit as he pounded her pussy.

“Yes, Daddy, yes. Oh, fuck, yes, fuck your daughter. Fill her cunt with your cum, breed her. I need it so bad, fill me!” Claire tossed around beneath him, lost in the haze of their incestuous fucking. She could feel him deep in her cunt, stretching her as he thrust harder and harder. The sound of her juices squelching in her pussy filled her ears. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him deeper into her as she wrapped her long legs around him.

“Feel Daddy’s cock in that warm cunt of yours, filling you up. I’m gonna cum so hard in there, so hot. My cum will breed you, make you into a pregnant lesbian, show the others that you still love a man’s cock in your cunt. A hot male cock, your daddy’s cock.”

He marmaris escort thrust harder into her, moving faster, breathing hard above her. He could feel his balls start to tighten as he got ready to spill his load deep in her warm depths. He bit down on her tit, flicking the nipple with his tongue whilst he reached down between them to struck her hard clit.

“Fuck, Daddy!!” she screamed as she shattered around him, her pussy walls clenching his length, massaging him.

“Yes, baby, yes!” Ted roared as he released his load deep in his daughter’s pussy. He felt her milking him of every last drop of cum as he jerked against her. He pressed his mouth against hers, tongue echoing his cock as he thrust in and out of her mouth before collapsing against her.

Still twitching in the aftermath of her passionate explosion, Claire sank back on her bed, heart pounding in her chest. Her pussy still spasmed about her father’s cock, taking every last drop of cum that he had. She loved the weight of him pressing against her, his hair roughened chest rubbing against her tits.

“I hope we made a baby,” she whispered.

“If we didn’t tonight, we can always do it again,” Ted replied, groaning as he slid out of her and rolled to the side.

Claire’s phone pinged a text message and she reached out to read it. “It’s Lucy, she’s outside.”

On shaky legs she stood up and pulled on her jeans, forgoing the thong. She loved the feel of the roughened material against her sensitive pussy lips. She tugged her shirt down, knowing her nipples were still hard and her pale skin showed her father’s finger marks.

“Do you think Lucy will mind that you’ve just been fucked hard by your father?” Ted asked, watching her dress. He loved his daughter’s body, slender in the right places and full where it should be.

“No, knowing her she’d just wish that she’d been here, fucking herself whilst she watched us,” Claire replied. She leant over and gave her father a long, wet kiss. “I’ll come home as soon as I can.”

Ted cupped his sticky cock and slowly stroked it. “I’ll be here, baby girl,” he said. “I’ll be here.”

Claire smiled before slipping of the door and heading downstairs to meet Lucy. The tall woman was standing by the side of her car, her leather jacket hanging open to reveal her bra top. Black jeans hugged her body whilst a gentle breeze tugged at the short, spiky hair.

“You’ve been fucking,” she said as she opened the car door for Claire.

“Yes, and it was so good. You can find out at the club,” Claire replied with a smile. She waited until the other woman had gotten in the car beside her and grabbed her hand, sliding it down the front of her jeans so that Lucy could feel her wet cunt. “I saved you some.”

“Oh, you dirty little slut,” Lucy growled as she rubbed the wet slit before removing her fingers and taking a long lick. “I’m going to enjoy this.” She put the car into drive and they headed off downtown to the clubhouse where the others waited.

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Chapter 11: Lydia’s Day Part 01

Note:- Before one start reading the “At The Villa” series, you have to read the 2 episodes “On The Boat”, Chapters 1 and 2 where Sam was seduced by Olympia, who had the hidden Agenda; followed by “After the Boat Trip. Then it should be followed by “At The Villa” Series. The first stories I wrote with Sam as the protagonist were “Unforgettable Sexual Encounters” Chapter 1 to 11. These stories are the follow up of “At The Villa” stories.

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Ophelia.

Only a few days were left, before the ladies were due to get on the boat and return back home. The day and the hour were getting closer and closer. As usual, on these particular days, when I stayed ‘home alone’; today it is, for the last time. I chauffeured the five other ladies with the exception of Lydia, down towards one of the beaches. The one I chose on this specific morning was a rather small inlet, to which I had not yet took these gorgeous ladies to swim, sunbathe and play in the blue Aegean waters. On a first impression they immediately loved the small sandy beach, which it was rather secluded.

Knowing that Lydia was waiting for me at the villa, I drove back as fast as I could. I didn’t like to leave Lydia excitedly waiting for me, dreaming about what she was expecting to enjoy during this planned day together.

I was very sure that I was going to find my Lydia, hot and readily excited. It was going to be, hopefully, a whole day without any reservations or interruptions from the rest of the others, something we both had longed for. Finally the plan fitted perfectly as I had planned it so every one of the guests had a chance to express her wishes, ideas and naturally enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.

As I arrived, I drove straight through the open gate; closed the gate and walked towards the pool area where I was expecting to find my Lydia. Outside there was nobody, no Lydia, so I walked inside. The first thing I noticed was that there was great silence, except for some light romantic music playing in my bedroom.

The sound was very low, barely audible. I walked slowly towards the door and stopped at the entrance. There, mesmerized, I stood silently standing, watching that beautiful goddess lying on my bed, her eyes closed, her perfectly shaped breasts with nipples hard, pointing upwards, while her legs, were more that slightly open.

It was an extraordinary and unexpected scene; more complex to visualize and digest, but hard to forget. One of her hands was resting over one of her breasts with two of the fingers rolling the already hard and excited nipple.

The other hand was resting over the length of her body, going downwards towards her pelvis with a finger toying with her clit. She looked nothing less than a real life Venus.

I took some time digesting her beauty, while I focused my eyes on that particular spot, which happened to be between her legs, where her finger was massaging her little knot. The way she was playing with her erogenous zones was not ‘teasing’, but it was the sexual hunger which was roaming through her hot blood as it flows through her veins.

She was building up enough sexual passion; getting herself ready for my arrival. I realized that she was not aware of my silent arrival and neither my presence at the entrance to my bedroom, even though a sweet smile escaped from between her lips.

I relaxed and calmly watched the most beautiful view in its perfect authenticity; infront of my eyes. There were no movements, except of her hands and her lips. She was totally lost in the most probable dirty dream of sexual desires. What she was dreaming I had no idea, although I assumed. I silently waited and made no movements except those that were caused by my dick. It was as hard as steel, pushing my swimming trunks to the limits.

I was becoming uncomfortable, so I decided to take off my trunks when I made a slight noise. Immediately she opened her eyes; rather shocked.

‘You’re already back! How long have you been there?’ Lydia asked.

‘Long enough… Where have you been?’

‘What do you mean, long enough, dad?’

‘I think you know what I mean, you little dirty girl.’ I answered.

‘Ooohh! Please pardon me dad. I became so excited, thinking what might or what may happen during this day alone with me and in your arms… I was lost in the most exciting dream ever.’ She answered.

‘It must have been a very, very hot and sexy dream!’

‘It was much hotter than you had ever dreamed, dad. But please don’t ask. During this special day, we together, may pass through more exciting hot dreams or maybe much more exciting and…’

‘… hotter and passionate you mean, or just sexy. So you were waiting?’ I asked.

‘More than waiting dad… I also want to have a detailed recount of what were like those first exciting dirty days; just blowing cherries.’ She teased.

‘Are you jealous?’ I asked as I walked the last few steps towards my bed. Already totally naked, çeşme escort I lay down next to Lydia’s relaxed body. I sat myself on the side, while I watched for Lydia’s movements.

‘Why should I be? I had only one cherry and now its’ been blown off by the master; of whom I am so very proud.’ She proudly recited.

‘Thanks. I’m very proud that I had been the master of ceremonies like I was, when I took your mother’ ass; on her insistence. ‘ I said while I laid down and moved my body closer to hers, lifting my face as I moved my lips towards hers.

‘When I go back, I will ask Mum how she felt when you stuck that thick monster up her arse.’

‘Please don’t.’ I insisted.

Our lips met and spent a little time just sucking on each other’s lips, until our tongues became entwined together while sharing our mouths; flowing from one to another. Passion started to build and we became hotter and wilder. After we sucked each other’s tongues for a few minutes, Lydia disengaged and said.

‘Dad; what was the idea about this special day. I am sure that you had an agenda to plan these particular days; one for every hot burning beauty. Were they planned from the very first moments we arrived here? I don’t think I may need an answer. I know you wanted me to be your pet, at least for one day. We would be just alone without causing suspicions. We could exchange stories and also get to know each other; more intimately.’

Watching her eyes and moving slowly on top of her body I answered to her statement. ‘Yes sweetie I wanted this special day more than anything, like you said. Although we had already enjoyed some intimate chats here and there as well as what I did with the others; there are still some hidden agendas we have to discover.’

I ended my quick answer, by moving my hand down towards her pelvic area and exchanged it with Lydia’s hand. Immediately my fingers found her vaginal entrance, which quickly I realized how hot and ready she was. Her wet pussy was abundantly leaking hot juices, that probably had been flowing since she started playing with her clitories, if not, since she woke up dreaming about the day ahead.

Pushing her hand away I started massaging the flowing juice all over her separated swollen lips. Lydia moaned; her body trembled, especially when she felt dad’s two fingers moving through the vaginal entrance which I instantly discovered.

I could not believe how wet and hot she was. Her vagina was drenched and her channel of love was slick with the flowing juices. I kissed her again and again as I hugged her against my body. “Sam loved her both as a daughter and as a lover.”

‘But this day; was it in your original plan, or after you had discovered who I am?’ Lydia asked insistently while her dad was nibbling at her hard nipple.

“He was getting rather agitated. Her vaginal muscles were pressing against his fingers while he was wondering if Lydia was ready. Knowing so, as she felt her father moving over her body, she opened her legs wide, pulling her knees towards her body and presented herself to be filled with his awaiting manhood. She was more than ready, waiting restlessly to feel the inside of her vaginal channel, stretched and filled by her father’s hard waiting cock.”

I was still watching her as my hard dong was hanging precisely on top of her vagina. I finally settled on my knees between her wide open legs. My steel hard phallus with that thick purple head was readily aimed at her vaginal opening. I slowly lowered my body, the head touched and slowly settled at the opening of her vagina. With a slight push, it would sure go straight in; all the way into her sopping wet waiting love tube. But before I did so I had to answer for Lydia’s latest comments.

‘Well, not exactly, although they were all planned as you have just described. I started thinking from that very moment when I put the invitation to Olympia. After you discussed the proposition, you ladies agreed that it would be worthwhile to come and stay with me at the villa. Precisely after I fucked Olympia and spent the rest of the night with Diana, my hard dick started to dictate. It was some time, since I had a bevy of twenty year olds, full of sexual vigour in my bedroom; three virgins and one who had never a male inside her body; not bad I thought. So some very quick decisions had to be primed up.’

‘Dad, it seems that Olympia with her secret agenda triggered everything?’ Lydia questioned.

‘She planned the whole scenario; what she didn’t know was; that I was going to make an offer for free accommodation, which means hang around with me at the villa, so I could enjoy the ripe fruits.’

‘And after you enjoyed a hard time fucking Olympia’s body as she had related to us; and what orgasms she had enjoyed; she wanted more and more. So you dad, as the dirty boy you are; was not just happy with just one. You asked for a second helping; and sure enough you chose a virgin.’ Lydia teased.

‘I başakşehir escort even knew who the virgins were.’ Sam teased back.

‘So with luck I wasn’t your victim that night; I could have ended like my mother with a cock up my ass.’ (Refer to ‘ON THE BOAT; 1, 2 and 3’)

‘Maybe yes; maybe not; but the most obvious logical reason was that if I can convince a virgin then the rest will follow.’ Sam answered.

‘A real professor of logic;’ Lydia confessed.

‘You are very right my dear and as you see you joined them too.’ I answered.

‘So after you tasted the cake you went also after the icing. Your plans, the future dreams and scenarios you had built in your dirty brain; brought you to the conclusion, that with five young ladies running naked all over your place, your hard cock will always have abounding pussy.’

‘Yes, it was from there on, that I started preparing more interesting programs. Having a bevy of beautiful young ladies was not something that happened every day; especially three virgins at my disposal. The precise moment when I took that decision was; after I tasted Diana’s cherry. Therefore on purpose, I left it intact until I could have ample time to enjoy her body and naturally her sweet virgin pussy. That act could be so fruitful after all of you had settled within the walls of my property.’

‘Did mum teach you to be a dirty boy?’ Lydia asked.

‘That first tight pussy I felt was so good, that my visions went back to the great days in Thessaloniki. That why I’m not answering your question about mum; but maybe you should ask her. So I planned a lot of things; keeping you here for an extra week or more; enjoying the pleasures of lovemaking, fucking, massage and whatever we decided to indulge in; enjoying some wild days running naked all around the villa; the pool and around the garden. Why not, being alone with just one participant at a time? Why not? I was even thinking to keep you here, but that was a risky proposition.’ I explained.

‘You are really a very bad dirty boy, dad. Fucking too many younger girls was not enough?’

‘Don’t you think that Olympia had a motive? Getting her best dirty friend to her lost uncle?’ I asked.

‘No more teasing dad; let’s get to reality. I know, I started the ball rolling …’

‘And Olympia took advantage of that situation!’ I exclaimed.

‘Pardon me dad. So tell me, what were your motives; after we settled in this beautiful place of yours.’

‘My motives; well it’s a very interesting question! Watching naked beauties parading around the swimming pool; was something I always dreamed about; but only when I did not have an available lady or ladies around. Ladies sucking ladies is very interesting and stimulating, both for the actors and the audience. Ladies on their knees getting fucked from behind, eemmm glorious; especially if they were being eaten by another lady. The skies the limits! Just heaven, I must say.’

‘That is not what I asked dad; I just wanted to know when you were alone in the company of one of us as your victim?’

‘Don’t get me wrong; I enjoyed every moment when I stayed alone with the others. They all loved being my victims, especially when their orgasms hit the higher levels. I also learned a lot of things and also some secrets, from everyone. They were very open about their sexual dreams, their intimate personal agendas, ideas about sex, marriage and other subjects. Did you ask any of my victims of what they enjoyed most?’

‘Well, girls may talk too much or they can also keep secrets. But some comments were made; mostly about what a fantastic fucking holiday we had.’

‘What about you, my little nympho?’ I asked

‘Most important for me; and I’m very happy about was that Olympia had found my Dad. I’m also very pleased that none of the others knew anything; why we chose to come to this island. In fact it was Olympia’s agenda to help me find my lost uncle. What was not planned was; where we were going to stay; but now, I know that Olympia had already found what I had asked for. And not only she found you and kept it a secret, but she also took pictures of you and planned her own personal secret agenda.’

‘Yes a very secret agenda. That game on the boat was just a front, nothing more, except to lure me to her pussy.’

That’s precisely what it was, dad. Before we arrived at the port in Piraeus, she was already babbling that the first handsome bachelor she will meet on the boat, she was going to do everything to seduce him, and naturally she wanted to get fucked. She was so hot, none of us ever expected that she was going to do it. But she really went for it. You was more than ready; dad. She already knew who her prey was going to be. Maybe she also knew that you would never miss a hot pussy.’ Lydia continued.

‘After what happened I presumed, that Olympia had planned everything. Don’t lie; you knew that she was a real hotty?’ I asked.

‘O.K. dad, küçükçekmece escort you won. You knew we were lovers, but none of us are lesbians. You know that we firstly, prefer a hard prick.’ Lydia insisted.

‘So you had no idea I was your uncle?’ I asked.

‘No, Olympia never told me. The idea of a week or so holidaying together was more than interesting, especially after the long university year. Olympia had also promised me that you may be living on this island, so I put some extra cash as I knew that Olympia and Diana could not afford the proposed holiday. But what I did not know was; that she had already located your whereabouts.’ Lydia concluded.

‘I had greatly enjoyed the pleasures of having you as my guests, not to mention the quality time I had spent with you, in the most intimate ways. All of you had your own individual hot spots and secrets. You were all fantastic; always hot and were hungry for more’.

‘I know that some very hot wild sex really took place within these walls, dad. I heard quit a few stories and more than a few comments when we girls were together down at the beaches, and in other places. You know; girlie talk!’ Lydia added.

‘So you know I’m not lying.’

‘Dad I’m proud of you. You had performed very well, not only in your career but also; emmmm with the girlies you managed to lure to your beds. Mum had always stated; that you were the most handsome lover boy around, and sure she was right. I never thought I was your daughter and probably I may have inherited some your sexual genes. I never thought I going to enjoy sex this much; at least not from that first moment when you ripped my hymen. I always thought it was just fucking; but wowww; sex is just fantastic. I’m going to miss you so much; so much I’m going to miss you, Dad.’

‘I think you learned enough to teach any future boyfriend how to please and satisfy your sexual egos.’

‘Depends what he thinks, some believe they know it all.’ Lydia answered.

‘Don’t worry; you’re still too young and you can learn to be strong and then dictate. Without your full participation he could not make any decent moves, he will not understand the art of making love. You must enjoy the pleasures of the flesh as much as he has the right to.’ I advised.

‘Thanks dad, you’re right.’

It was the best decision I took at that moment. And I was right, that spending one day alone with each of individual beauties had proved worth the day; as every lady felt more relaxed, more intimate and probably heard a few stories which could never be recounted in each other’s presence. The days alone with the individual lady were fantastic and incredibly informative, pleasant, pleasurable and of course wild.

‘Dad.’ I allowed her to call me dad as we were just alone, but I never did so when we were in the company of the others, although, when we hid in the Gardner’s Lodge she always did so, even though I was not comfortable.

‘Yes dear.’

‘What about your last day before you left for the north? Has Hera kept her appointment as had been planned?’ Lydia curiously asked.

‘Yes we met as it was planned and we arrived at our destination before eight in the morning, rather early. As planned I had left early that day, before mum and dad were up. Fortunately I managed to get away, unnoticed. So I was in luck, even though mom was not going to stop me. She loved me very much.’

‘So, Hera was there, waiting. What about Ophelia, was she hot?’

‘Which story you want to hear first, Ophelia or Hera’s?’ I asked.

‘I prefer if we have to have them chronically; it should be Ophelia’s story first; dad.’ She answered.

‘As you are so anxious to hear more; I prefer that we start as soon as we finish making love. My dick had been hurting and waiting since yesterday, to enter that little hot hungry pussy of yours. Where do you think we shall go to enjoy the next encounter?’ I asked.

‘Why not alfresco, by the pool?’ She asked.

I just stood up, found one of the large air mattresses and spread it close to the edge by the pool. She joined me and as I lay down, I took her in my arms and kissed her hard on her lips. She was naked. She had discarded her bikini just before she lay down next to me. I was wearing only my trunks but my dick was still a prisoner raging inside them. Lydia kissed me and hugged me as she pushed me down on my back. Our lips were still joined together; our tongues entwined in and out of our mouths, moving from one to another, as the passion fuelled our hunger for each others’ bodies.

With one hand, she started to push my trunks down my legs. I tried to help as I knew that what she was after was hidden somewhere there. As one leg was out, she got on top and slowly lowered her pussy until my hard cock was aligned with the entrance to her temple of love. Slowly her vaginal entrance and the hard awaiting purple head, touched. She waited, and then as she descended slowly, she let the head enter. As it was embedded within her temple of love she let go, until she was totally filled with its’ massive thickness.

‘Ohh dad, it feels so good. Its’ so good… feeling your hot hard cock deep inside my body. What I’m going to do when I go back? I think I will dream about all these experiences, while I will play with my little clitty.’ She said.

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“Tiffany!” He frowned. “Enough already. I’m your dad.”

Her eyes flashed. Like him, she also had a quick temper. More so when she was turned on. “It didn’t stop you getting a hard on over me though did it?” She stuck out her tongue.

“No… but…” He tried to walk away. “Ouch!”

“Shit, dad, here, sit down. Let me rub that! It’s got to be painful.”

Lowering himself gingerly to the bench Dave winked at her. “I take it you mean my back?”

Crossing her arms beneath her breasts Tiffany cocked her head. “Now who’s being inappropriate?”

He stuck his tongue out.

A cruel look crossed Tiffany’s face. If he wanted to play that game… let’s see who would chicken out first. “Maybe.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t dare. I’m your wizened old dad, remember? Besides, it’s incest.”

Stepping forwards the teen reached out a shivering hand. She pressed her palm flat against the front of his shorts. “Nothing old or wizened I can feel here.” She wrapped her hand around his shaft through the material, then reached down to fondle his big balls. She couldn’t even fit both in her hand. “It’s all good, solid young wood!”

Her father had gone bright red and was now coughing and spluttering. “Tiffany… no… I’m… your father!”

“Yes, dad dear.” She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling but did not take her hand from his cock immediately. She felt it lurch. Just like Mr Jacobson’s had the night before. She knew that she had him where she wanted him. IF she wanted him. Which was open to question. Her did was exactly her type. Tall. Broad shouldered. Fit. And with a big cock and a nice smile. He was her dad though and that was what was freaking her out.

She lowered her hand.

Dave reached out to push her back. His strong hand caught in the material of her shorts and dragged them up into her crotch. With a wince she heard them rip.

Dave tokat escort looked shocked. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry dear!”

“It’s okay dad… oh!” She cried out. The material had given out and fallen down, catching by her knees. Tiffany blushed deep crimson as her naked pussy was visible to her dad. He gasped heartily when he saw it. You see, Tiffany shaved to keep it bald – the way most men liked their teens – and there was not a hair on it. Her two lips were fleshy and swollen right now with lust. They were also wet from her own juices where they had pooled in the crotch of her shorts. Her hand flew to the material and she pulled it up.

Dave looked away. “Jesus, Tiffany… you shave?”

“Yeah, ” She said shyly, her eyes going to his crotch. “You like that too, eh?”

“Oh yes.” Hissed her dad reluctantly.

She had made up her mind. Without a single further thought Tiffany dropped to her knees. She had been there before many times and was very comfortable. It was surprisingly easy to do this in front of her dad. It was as though he deserved the service and honour that this simple act gave him.

“Now for that stiffness…”

“Oh Tiffany…” He gasped as she pulled aside his shorts and wrapped her hand around his naked dick meat. He did not ask another question though, and he did not complain. Smiling, she knew that she had him in the palm of her hand. “Mmmmmmmm…” She giggled. “Seems like there might be something pulled here dad. I should work it out.”

He still did not look at her, but he did not pull away either. With a practice ease Tiffany began to jack on his cock. She held his cock tight but could hardly wrap her fingers around it. Gosh he was even thicker than he looked!

Her mouth was salivating now.

Dave only vaguely knew what was happening any more. He was stuck in some amazing dream sequence from a banned porn yozgat escort movie. His daughter’s experienced young hand with its soft skin was jerking on his pole. Suddenly he felt something wet against the end of his dick and then he was engulfed in her mouth. He heard her jaw click as she pushed her mouth clean over the end of his bell end. My god, she was sucking his cock! Amazingly she managed to flicker her tongue around it. With a glow of pride Dave knew that his daughter was one of the best cock suckers he had ever encountered. His head snapped around and he looked down at the top of her golden blond head as she sucked his meat heartily. Her dark brown eyes, so like his own, were looking up at him pleadingly. She was like a hungry baby bird who needed to feed on his spunk.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He cried out. His cock was wrapped in the moist talented mouth of a teen who just happened to be his own daughter. Far from guilt he felt the most musky kind of sexy pleasure!

“Oh Jesus! You sexy little bitch!” He groaned. He could not help himself. He began to fuck her mouth. He could hear the breath rush in and out of her lungs as she fellated him thoroughly. Dave was taken with lust and brought his hands up to cup the youngster’s firm, ripe tits. They were every bit as lush as they looked beneath her tight t-shirt. Rolling them in his hands Dave caressed the apples and squeezed her nipples between his strong fingers. She shivered at this and raised her ass in the air. Pushing him back onto the bench she lifted her mouth from his cock.

“Okay, so up… and down.. and up… and down…” She grinned evilly. “A regular rhythm.” Before going back to swallow his lusty meat.

“Oh, fuck, Tiffany, yes!” He cried. She seemed to know exactly what he wanted. It was like the family bond was strongest here in sex. Waves of pleasure soared through his body. zonguldak escort He had never felt anything like this before. His big cock was throbbing with excitement as his beautiful teenage daughter attempted to swallow it whole. Within minutes he was ready to cum, his jism boiling in his roiling balls as it tried to find a way out of his body.

“Oh fuck that’s good, Tiffany, oh yes! Just keep sucking petal and you’ll get what you’re looking for!” He grabbed hold of her boobs in both hands and mauled them, trying to pull the t-shirt from her kneeling form. It gave with a loud ripping sound. The material literally fell apart under the desperate father’s seeking hands and then he could see he breasts. They were perfect! Little squeezable globes with pretty pink nipples. He sighed and gave her mouth a spunky bath with his orgasm.

Tiffany looked amazed, astonished even, at the big load of steaming jism that was delivered into her needy mouth. She seemed to giggle around his dick meat as her eyes glazed over. Pulling from his meat she took the last spurt on her cheek. There was so much warm juice seeping from between her lips that it ran down her chin. She had the biggest, happiest cum-eating grin on her face as she licked and nuzzled at his waving tool.

After they had lain quiet for a while, simply being close, she smiled up at him. “Oooooh, dad, thank you for the load!” She used her fingers to scoop some into her hungry mouth. “It was lovely!”

Dave sat back, breathing hard, looking at his teenage daughter. She was beautiful kneeling there with her face splattered with a mix of his cum and her spit. Dressed only in a pair of ripped blue shorts she looked like an angel.

“Thank you, my girl, for helping me out. I know I should feel bad but I don’t. It’s incest but it seemed okay to me. If you enjoyed it…” He looked concerned.

“Every single drop,” She smiled up at him, brown eyes shining. “Every one.”

“Then maybe… this could just be the start? Would you like to be your dad’s little cock sucker when your mother isn’t around?”

Tiffany Carol Williams sat back and clapped her hands. “Mmmmm… dad’s little cum receptacle. I’d love to! Thank you!”

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“Oh, god, Will! Did Newb puke in your shoes?!”

“No no no!”

Will jumped up off the couch, sending Newb, the chubby orange tabby, scampering off his lap and down the hallway. Will ran to look at his sneakers over by the door. They were fine, not a hint of cat puke. He turned back to glare at his sister.

Samantha was on the old tattered recliner trying not to laugh and failing.

“Guuuuulible!” she taunted in a sing-song. “But, now that you’re up, go get me that bag of carrots. I’m hungry.”

Will sighed dramatically, but he wasn’t really angry. This had been a more or less daily event in his life since well before Sam went off to college. She was three years older than he was and she had always delighted in her duty as an older sister to tease and embarrass him. Mostly she loved playing on how he would believe just about anything she said. And now that she was back home for summer break, she was pulling the same old tricks on him.

He walked into the kitchen to get the carrots from the refrigerator. There was never a doubt that he would. To be honest, he would have gotten them if she had just asked. Maybe without terrifying poor Newb, but still.

Back in the living room, Sam sprawled back and flung a leg over the arm of the recliner to try and get any extra contact with the breeze that was kicked up by the old beat-up fan in the corner. She was a long, lean woman, so she had a lot of long, lean limb to sprawl.

“You really should learn to be more suspicious, you know? I nearly feel bad about leading you around by the nose like that. But I’m too hot to move, and I knew you’d jump.”

“You want anything to drink?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

He walked back in and tossed the bag of baby carrots on Samantha’s lap before heading back to his couch. He plopped back down on his part of the couch, feeling the sweat flow heavier from his brief movement.

It was a brutal summer and they didn’t have an air conditioner to make things more bearable. Even if they did have a window unit or something, there was no way their mom would let them turn it on. The electric bill was one of the ones that came in at the end of the month and would determine how well, or even if they would be able to eat before the paychecks came in. And their mom was away for weeks at a time, so there was no way they could even ask if they did have one.

It wasn’t always that dire. Will could sometimes get an extra pizza for the family from his job, and Vicky could get some stale muffins and the like that the cafe was going to throw out, but it wasn’t ever easy.

As Will tried to find a slightly less baking part of the long couch, he looked back to Sam. He thought the world of his older sister. She was the most incredible person he knew. She busted her ass to get into college with two big scholarships, academic and athletic, large enough to cover almost everything. She still had to work at the bookstore, and with that schedule plus soccer practice and game travel, she had to sacrifice that ideal party life to make ends meet, but she was taking her life in her hands, and getting what she wanted, and he respected that so much.

At least, that’s what Will thought her life was like. He knew she was working hard, but he didn’t know how many hours she was putting in, and how thin she was stretching herself to keep everything together. And summer was even worse. They shut down the dorms, so she had to come home and commute to her on campus jobs. Her hopes for a little bit of a social life at college were dashed pretty quickly. Her scholarships were good, but thanks to a couple tuition and fee hikes she was barely holding on. Luckily, there was a professor who understood her position and was willing to let her pick up more hours running some labs for her, but those were just more hours she wasn’t studying. Or making friends.

As she sat there distracted from her phone by a little rivulet of sweat slowly rolling down her toned calf, a thought passed through her mind. Maybe if I had a little more free time, I might even have a real boyfriend again, and not just a few flings every so often. But she knew that was a non-starter. She was trying to go pre-med, which meant she was taking too many classes, but also even the people in her study groups were kind of awful. There was one kind of cute guy in her last bio class, but it turned out that he wasn’t into girls. And that he was sleeping around on his boyfriend, to boot.

She sighed audibly.

Will was still looking at her. She was now once again engrossed by something on her cellphone. One at a time, she brought those ice-cold baby carrots to her mouth. Lips open slightly, wider to show nice white teeth. Crunch. Her face scrunched up with each bite. Will noticed a piece of carrot fall down onto her t-shirt.

He kept his gaze in the general direction of the TV, but his focus didn’t leave her. The heat was oppressive. It made it impossible to keep a train of thought. His mind wandered free.

She had long, wavy dirty blonde hair that nowadays was usually tied together in a vague updo to keep it ordu escort off her neck, now damp at the roots and flung over the head of the recliner. Will remembered how she used to dress up when she was in high school. She would wear makeup, maybe even a bit too much. Eyeliner and blue eyeshadow that really brought out the sparkle in her crystal blue eyes, light blush, and even though her clear skin never seemed to need it, she would put on a base, a little paler than she needed. The effect was something Will could see in his mind. Who knows where she got the money for all that makeup.

Will supposed Sam wasn’t what some people would call beautiful; she was a little too gangly for that. And despite her skills on the soccer pitch, she was a bit uncoordinated once she wasn’t playing. Her constant exercise had left her with a lovely toned body, but her proportions seemed just a little bit awkward. Her nose was a little too large, and it never healed well from a break a couple years ago.

After swallowing a mouthful of carrot, she licked her lips, and Will couldn’t look away.

He looked down at the bit of carrot resting on his sister’s chest. She did have nice boobs, even if they were pretty small. He thought that anything too much bigger would look silly on her svelte body. He also thought that if she had bigger breasts, she would be forced to wear a bra more often, and he would be deprived of the cute little points that poked up against the thin material of her shirt.

Will shook his head and thoughts of what those cute little points might look like under the shirt, melted away as a blush came to his cheeks.

Since she had been away at college, he had become more confused about his feelings for her. Long ago he had come to terms with the fact that he thought Sam was hot. None of the crushes he had on the girls at school had outlasted his fantasies he had about his sister. He just assumed that was natural, and it wasn’t like he would ever act on it or say anything. But even he knew that part of the reason he was currently obsessed with Quinn was because she looked more than a little bit like Sam.

A sudden thought shook him out of his reverie.

“Oh, shit. What time is it?”

“Uhhh… six-fifteen?”

“Crap. I’ve got to get to work. I swear if they make me work the oven, I’m going to melt.”

“Good way to lose weight though, eh?”

“I don’t think I have any spare to lose.”

He peeled himself off the couch and stood wearily.

Sam looked away from her phone to watch him stumble off to his room to get changed.

She felt a bit bad for him. His grades weren’t strong enough to get a good scholarship and he’d had to work all the way through high school, so he didn’t have any real extra-curriculars. So, if he was going to college next year, it would be all debt. He was a really good guy… she winced as the phrase came into her head, but it was true. He was a nice guy, but he was timid. If he went to a good school and got into a dorm or maybe a fraternity, that might force him to socialize, but if he ended up at some commuter school, he would just keep on keeping on, head down, and never actually get to live.

So, no hope for me getting a boyfriend, but he’s got even less chance of getting a girl. She thought for a moment. Maybe he wants a boy?

Then she smiled wide at a memory from just a week ago. She had just got out of the shower and bumped into him in the hallway. She remembered him looking her up and down, mouth agape. Only then did she realize that her towel wasn’t exactly covering everything. He stumbled and stammered, but she remembered with perfect clarity the impressive bulge that she saw grow in his shorts.

She laughed to herself at the memory. My little bro was packing. And who knows if he likes boys, but she was pretty sure he liked girls.

She put her phone down and let her head roll back, feeling the weak breeze of the fan blow across her neck. She stretched back further, pulling her shirt up a bit so the breeze could hit her belly and just barely caress the bottom of her boobs. The heat was disturbing her attention too, and she let her mind slip out of focus.

She thought if only she could just take everything off and lie right in front of the fan. She laughed to herself. That would give Will something to look at. Imagining herself lying naked and having Will walk in on her sent her mind back to thinking about that bulge she had seen.

When was the last time… James? Yeah James. God that was a disaster. James was a friend of a friend who was now an ex-friend. James was one of those guys who had all the confidence of a dude who learned everything he knew about women from the internet. She actually liked the confidence at first. It was nice to have a guy that knew what he wanted, apart from the obvious. She knew she wasn’t a knockout, but she thought she had a pretty good grasp of the overwhelming power of the male libido for anything with boobs.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if the sex had been good at all. She’d had smaller guys before, but that osmaniye escort wasn’t the problem. It seemed like he felt he could make up for being on the small side with raw power and speed.

She laughed again to herself. He got the speed part down pretty well, anyway. A few frantic minutes of him pawing at her tits and a frantic pump or two and he went off. Even that wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t been all over campus talking about her the next day. She thought about how low her standards had come. All she wanted was a guy who could fuck and wouldn’t talk. Everything else was negotiable.

Did that make her a slut?

No, sluts get laid.

And that was, what, last fall?

Now she was thinking about sex, and it wasn’t doing her any favors in the heat.

She angled her leg to catch more of the breeze.

She could feel another heavy bead of sweat rolling down her thigh. Her leg was up on the arm of the recliner, so it was rolling down toward the edge of her loose shorts.

In her daze she watched it, imagining that it was a finger, a lover’s finger, tracing its way down… down… The sensation was lovely. It went slowly over her skin, cool and smooth. She thought that she really should shave, noticing how the sweat caught on the low stubble. If only she had someone to shave for.

Her trusty green vibrator didn’t mind a little stubble. That poor thing was getting a real workout lately. At least she could be a little freer here back home. In the dorms, she had to wait for her roommate to go take a shower or something, and then she had to go faster than poor James, just to make sure she didn’t get walked in on. That was no way to get any real satisfaction. Here, all she had to do was wait for Vickie and Will to go to school and she could go wild for hours.

Her mind flowed back to the previous day. She had to get down on the floor so she wouldn’t soak the bed with sweat and her own juices. She had always been a sexually charged person, but damn if she didn’t break a record.

A weak smile creeped over her face.

Then she remembered the reason she finally stopped. It wasn’t that she was sated, but her little green trooper started to make some very unhealthy noises, and then it just stopped vibrating altogether, which is kind of the raison d’etre of a vibrator. A change of batteries did nothing. It was probably totally dead. Fingers were okay, other people’s fingers were better, but that wasn’t an option now. She could still use it as a dildo, but to be honest, that didn’t do too much for her. If she couldn’t get a real live cock in her, she wasn’t too interested in penetration. But without that buzzing little joy…

Her mind had been swirling around these pervy thoughts, and now she was getting worked up with absolutely no relief on the horizon.

She laughed at her pathetic situation.

“Ok, Sam, I’m gone. I’m closing, so I won’t be back until late.”

Sam started, almost shocked into sitting up out of her recliner. She had forgot that Will and Vickie were still even home.

“Oh, ok. Bring us home something to eat if you can.”

“I’ll try. Maybe some garlic twists or something. Bossman wasn’t too happy about me bringing home that large last time but I’ll see.”

Sam rolled her head over to see Will staring at her. Only then did she think about how she must look, legs splayed out, shirt pulled up. Ah, who the hell cares?

She rolled her head back and in a moment heard the door close and the very rough sound of Will’s old beater roar into something like life. Then the sound of his car faded away, and she was left alone in the room, still stuck with her arousal and her mind in the gutter.

“Was that Will?”

A bleary-eyed form stumbled in from the hallway.

“Yeah. He just left.”

“Did you see if you could bring home a pizza again?”

“He said he’d try, but don’t get your hopes up.”

Vickie’s shambling led her to the couch where will had been. She fell face-first over the armrest, her long silky black hair was done up in a single, loose, rough braid and it whipped over her head.

“How is it still so hoooooot…?” Her voice was muffled into the couch cushions.

Will and Sam were both tall and lean. Will was actually skinny because he didn’t work out like Sam did. Vickie looked like she didn’t belong to the family. She wasn’t fat by any measure, but she was full figured, and nowhere near as tall as her siblings.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t wearing all that.”

Vickie turned her head so she could look over at her sister.

“You look like a melted starfish. A naked melting starfish.”

Sam’s thoughts were still lingering on her frustration.

“I wish I were naked. There’s just no way to get any cooler. I can’t take off any more clothes and still be decent.”

Vickie chuckled listlessly. “No amount of clothes could make you decent.”

A pillow flew across the room and nearly hit Vickie.

“Seriously, Vickie, just looking at you makes me hotter. How can you take it wearing sinop escort all that?”

“I’m not wearing that much. When it gets hot like this, I just take a nap and stay up late. It’ll be cooler at night.”

“Yeah, but you wear that full PJ set even to go to sleep. I could never fall asleep with all that on.”

Vickie was well aware of what Sam wore, or rather didn’t wear, when she went to sleep. They had to share the same room ever since they moved here, and before Sam went off to college, Vickie watched her get ready for bed most nights. To be fair, it wasn’t that different from what she was wearing right then.

“Well, you don’t have to worry, you’ve got a body to kill for.”

There was a moment of silence. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but the heat was just frying her brains and she couldn’t think straight.

Sam lifted herself up to a sitting position.

“Vickie, what do you mean?”

Vickie turned her head back and buried it in the couch. She mumbled something incomprehensible into the cushions.

Sam stood up and walked over to the couch. She lifted up Vickie’s thick braid and sat down right next to her head.

Vickie’s mind was whirling. She was groggy from waking up from her nap and the heat was just so oppressive. And now, she just knew that her sister was going to give her a lecture on how she really was beautiful, if she only learned how to be confident in her own body. Rah, rah, positive thinking cures everything. She had no idea what it was like to walk down the halls in her body. She had such a fit trim body, what did she know…

“I’d kill for your tits.” Sam’s voice was low and matter-of-fact.

Vickie wasn’t expecting that. She felt her sister beginning to stroke her hair, running her fingers over her braid.

“Seriously. Your tits are fantastic. I actually… I wanted to get implants. When I went to college, I looked into it. I mean, then I fucked up my nose, but they said that would heal fine. Of course I didn’t have money for boobs or a new nose. But I really wanted boobs. I wanted your boobs, Vickie.”

Vickie was going to reply, but those hands running through her hair were just hypnotizing her. Those fingernails, now they were dragging up from the nape of her neck. It was like she was pulling the frustration out of her body. When they were little, Sam would do her hair in the mornings before school. After they lost their dad, sometimes they would just sit together in their room in front of the mirror. They wouldn’t talk much at all. Sam would just try out some crazy elaborate braid, then undo it all and start again.

Vickie hadn’t cut her hair since then.

Vickie burrowed a hand up from the cushions and reached up to pull out the hair tie at the end of her braid.

Sam chuckled.

“I don’t even have a brush here, Vickie.”

Vickie immediately regretted it.

“I’m sorry, Sam, my hair’s all greasy and sweat and gross anyway.”

Sam put one hand on Vickie’s shoulder and the other went to the tail of her hair and started to pick apart the braids.

“Yes. Your hair is greasy and disgusting. It wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t wearing Christmas pajamas in May so you sweat like a pig.”

“Pigs don’t sweat.”

“What?”

“Pigs don’t sweat. They wallow.”

“They wallow.”

“In mud. They can’t sweat so they wallow in mud to keep cool.”

“Thanks for the info little miss Wikipedia. I can tell you for sure, you are no pig, because you are sweating like… some kind of animal that does sweat because she refuses to dress for the season.”

Vickie sighed again as Sam pulled her hair tighter over her lap.

“You really think my boobs are okay?”

“Vickie, your boobs are spectacular. I’m not going to sit here and tell you how beautiful you are, how you could be a little goth sex kitten if you wanted to be, because you never believe me. But I will not allow anyone to disparage my little sisters perfect rack.”

This conversation was going in a very strange direction. Vickie knew that her sister was no virgin, but they never talked about things like this. There was a time when Sam tried to discuss safe sex with her, but that was cold, almost clinical. This was something else entirely.

“I’m not goth. I don’t want to be a sex kitten. I’m not a slut.”

Vickie felt Sam’s finger’s tense slightly.

“Oh, Sam, you know what I mean. I’m not like you… oh, god, that’s sounds worse.” She tried to push her face deeper into the cushions. “I’m… I’m still a virgin, okay?”

Sam’s voice softened. “Vickie, do you think I’m a slut?”

“Noooo. I just… I don’t know… I don’t know anything…” Vickie’s shoulders started to shake gently.

“Vickie. Let me tell you something. I really love sex. I love orgasms. I love touching myself and having a lover touch me. I want to have sex, god, almost all the time. Does that make me a slut?”

“What? I mean… I dunno… you’re good. You’re a nice person…”

Sam laughed gently. “Vickie, sometimes, I’m not good at all. I’m not a good girl. I really enjoy being a bad girl, but that’s not bad. There’s nothing wrong with sex. Sex is wonderful, all by yourself or with someone else. But you already know all this, right? You can’t tell me I wouldn’t find anything interesting if I checked your browser history. You’re not a saint either, are you?”

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What have I gotten myself into? Harry wondered bleakly as he stood on the porch with the others and watched the coach rolling up the road leaving a plume of dust rising in its wake.

Was it his imagination, or was Diana giving him a suspicious look? She’d been out on the balcony during most of his conversation with Rheda, so she couldn’t have heard. Could she? He supposed it was even within the range of possibility that his intelligent little sister had made use of one of her handy spells. There were a host of them that dealt with such things, weren’t there?

If she did know something, Diana wasn’t saying.

The coach came to a stop, and the same swarm of servants rushed out to begin unloading six months’ worth of luggage. Like the Entysan goddess of the underworld, she spent half of the year with her mother and the other half elsewhere, not the Abyss in this case but at the home of her father’s parents. According to Rheda, the lady and gentleman were of advanced years and doted on their only living grandchild. In the interest of securing a tidy inheritance for her daughter by keeping in their good graces, Rheda was quite agreeable to the arrangement.

The footman opened the door and Othelia emerged, blinking, into the daylight.

Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief. No raving beauty, perhaps, but she wasn’t the walking scarecrow that he’d privately been dreading to meet.

Othelia was as tanned as the beach-prancing girls of Harry’s fond daydreams, but there the resemblance ended. Slim, almost boyishly so, she moved with an energetic awkwardness that reminded him of broken punchbowls.

Her wild ash-brown hair had been ruthlessly tamed into a thick braid that fell to the small of her back, though several snaky tendrils had come free to blow around her face. She brushed them back with quick birdlike flicks of her fingers; the hair would cooperate and then rebel the instant she forgot about it.

The elder Ethelbald women rustled disapprovingly as they took in Othelia’s outfit. Close-fitting cotton trousers of faded blue-grey showed every inch of her long coltish legs, and when she embraced her mother, Harry noted that the trousers clung sweetly to her narrow hips and small but shapely bottom. Her white blouse was knotted above her navel, exposing the indent of her midriff.

Introductions were made, and when Rheda brought her to meet him, Harry found himself looking into a pair of clear and alert but rather naive dark brown eyes. Her voice was very soft, low, the sort that would infuriate schoolteachers no end and have them always asking her to speak up, please!

He smiled, trying to let his interest be known to her while not making it obvious to anyone else, and she returned a tentative grin that was quick as a lightning-flash, there and gone but while it was there, just for the briefest of instants, it brought about an amazing shift in her features that turned her moderate prettiness into something much more.

Harry was beginning to feel considerably better about this whole thing. Also a little bit like a selfish cad — Rheda thought he was doing her a favor, when he suspected that it would turn out to be the opposite — but who was he to correct a lady? That would be rude.

They all went into the house, Rheda talking Othelia’s ear off and confirming for the bemused Harry how come the girl never seemed to speak above that low-pitched murmur.

Dinner was a large and festive gathering. In addition to their houseguests, Anson Byrtwold had also invited the ranch foreman and his wife, the local healer and her husband, and two other couples from neighboring houses (though here in the high country of the Southern Barony, a ‘neighbor’ was anyone whose chimney-smoke could be seen from the property, as opposed to densely crowded Pandathaway.

Throughout the meal, Harry observed Othelia as surreptitiously as possible. It gave him a peculiarly thrilling sense of power to know, not just wonder or hope or wish, but know that although they were strangers to each other, he would be in bed with her, possibly before the week was out. On the heels of that came another rush of power, this one stemming from the slinking and lewd business of bedding both mother and daughter within the same span of days.

She hadn’t quite outgrown her childhood clumsiness. Her posture was one of always awaiting the next crash of shattering glass, her movements a conflict like that of someone trying to control a frisky horse that didn’t mean any harm but just couldn’t control it.

The promised after-dinner entertainment turned out to be a comedic troupe, including a juggler, a clownish tumbler, and a pair of men performing skits and telling jokes just off-color enough to send the ladies into scarlet-faced fits of laughter.

At one point, Harry spotted Rheda leading Othelia from the room. They were gone a goodly while, and when they came back, the girl was wide-eyed and stunned. When she saw Harry looking at her, she jerked and her elbow struck a vase; it tottered kırşehir escort and almost plunged to the floor but she saw it and averted the mishap.

When the entertainment was over, Anson suggested they return to the dining room for dessert, and following that, anyone bold enough could join him in the game room for a few rounds of cards.

Othelia slipped outside, and on impulse Harry decided to follow. If he was going to rid the girl of her virginity, he reasoned, it might not be a bad idea to at least talk to her first.

He found her by letting his ears guide him to the squeaking ropes of the swing. She coasted back and forth in shallow arcs, in and out of the tree’s spreading shadow.

She saw him and pushed her feet against the ground, stopping the swing. By the set of her body, he suspected she was inches away from bolting like a skittish pony.

“Hi,” he said as mildly as he could.

“Hi,” she murmured in that low voice, and it occurred to him how well-suited such a voice would be for pillow-talk.

“Would you mind if I sat down?”

She scooted over as far as the arm of the swing allowed, and he settled onto the other end, allowing that distance in the middle.

There was no point in dithering about. “Your mother told you, didn’t she?”

Othelia swallowed hard and nodded.

“Do you … I mean … if you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I’d certainly understand. We only met today, we don’t know anything about each other. Your mother believes she has your best interests in mind, but it’s really up to you.”

“She explained it all.” He had to strain to hear her. “She knows what’s best.”

“What about you? What do you want?”

One shoulder hopped in an endearing shrug. “It does have to happen sooner or later. Might as well be planned out. Some places, people are married to someone they haven’t ever met, with no say in it.”

Harry slid closer. “No, Othelia, that’s just it … you do have a say.”

“So did you, and you didn’t refuse.” Her eyes met his directly for the first time since their introduction.

He chuckled a little. “Not many men would. We’re a self-centered breed. The chance at being with a pretty girl isn’t something we could easily turn down. But because I agreed when your mother asked me doesn’t mean anything if you don’t want to. I would never do anything against your will.”

She sighed. “I suppose I’ll go along. I know she cares, thinks she’s doing what’s right, and she probably is. You seem nice enough. I’m just nervous. I’ve been kissed by a couple of boys, but that’s all.”

“That’s a good place to start.” He slid all the way over to her, and as she turned to look at him, he cupped her face between his palms. He could feel tension shaking through her, but she closed her eyes and didn’t try to draw away as he lowered his lips to hers.

He made sure that first kiss was everything it needed to be — tender enough not to frighten her, passionate enough to let her know he desired her, long enough to let her overcome her initial surprise, short enough to leave her wanting more.

“I’ll go back to the house now,” he said, and left her sitting breathlessly on the swing.

* * * * *

On the surface, a pool might look placid and peaceful, while strong or even dangerous currents are coiling in the depths.

That was how the next five days at The Cottonwoods passed. Outwardly, a relaxing time of lazy spring days and evenings in the game room. But to Harry, immersed as he was, the currents pulled with irresistible force.

It was nothing like the maddening urge that he’d mentioned to Howie. There was no element of frustration to it, only a building anticipation between himself and Othelia.

Every time they were in the same room, he felt it become stronger, more electric, like the heat lightning that flashed on the horizon at the end of humid afternoons.

Whenever their eyes met, a spark jumped, and on the infrequent occasions that they had reason to touch, a miniature thunderbolt seemed to leap between their skins.

Not even Rheda’s late-night visits to his room could affect that anticipation. She was a tremendously skilled and knowledgeable lover, secure enough in herself to pursue her own pleasure with a vigor that dizzied him.

One night, she bade him sit still on a chair at the end of the bed and watch as she caressed herself to a quaking climax. He nearly dug fingermarks into the arms of the chair to keep himself from leaping at her. Then she switched places with him and it was her turn to watch. It was nothing like when he did the same thing in his bed at school; having an audience was first hotly embarrassing and then wildly erotic.

Several times, he sat down to begin a letter to Howie, but those attempts always wound up crumpled and cast into the kitchen stove. Howie wouldn’t believe a word of it. Harry sometimes wasn’t sure he believed it himself and he was living it!

No one else malatya escort seemed to have any idea, except possibly Diana. He never quite had the nerve to approach her and ask, but he was sure she suspected something.

The seamstress and a bevy of assistants arrived, and the house became a whirlwind of measurements and cloth and pinning up hems and cutting and stitching. The foreman and Uncle Charles came up with several ways to improve the running of the ranch, and spent many an hour cloistered with Anson Byrtwold. Chas developed an obsession with playing darts and the thunk of his throws could be heard from the game room at all hours of the day. Aeric struck up a friendship with the foreman’s son and was venturing out into what he called ‘the wilderness’ for the first time in his life.

The time passed quickly, and one evening as they were partaking of another buffet on the terrace — the shrimp salad surpassed any Pandathan restaurant — one of the ranch hands hurried in to announce to Anson that his prize mare, Phantom, was ready to drop her foal.

Harry looked at Rheda, whose eyes were sparkling as she gave him a barely- perceptible nod. Othelia sensed the change in the room and knocked over Diana’s glass of lemonade, then spilled a dish of olives as she tried to mop it up.

At last, dinner was over. There were no card games, not with Anson and Drefan off in the stables. Diana retired to a quiet corner of the parlor to study, everyone else found quiet pursuits to occupy them until bedtime.

Harry feigned great weariness, though he had never felt less like sleeping in his life. He went to his room and began the long wait, horribly sure that the foal would be born in record time and Anson would come back, thereby ruining all the plans.

Much later, when he was beginning to think that the entire household, Rheda and Othelia included, had fallen asleep, he heard a soft step in the hall outside.

Rheda was there, wrapped in her moon-mist robe, but instead of coming in and bolting the door behind her, she summoned him with a gesture.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked in a hush as she led him into the hall.

“I am, and she is. Aren’t you?”

“Of course.”

“She likes you. That will make it easier for her. Remember your promise.”

“I wouldn’t forget.”

Now he knew how she had gotten to and from his room so many unnoticed times. His door was directly across from a swiveling panel.

“Formerly the housekeeper’s stair,” she informed him in a whisper.

They emerged in the upstairs hall. Rheda, holding his hand as if he were a little boy needing to be crossed on the streetcorner, walked him to a closed door. She tapped softly, then opened it. Harry followed her inside.

The room was that of a child on the cusp of young adulthood. A few toys, treasured ones, were arrayed on a bench in front of the window.

Othelia was standing in the middle of the room, hands folded demurely before her. In her thin sleeveless nightgown and bare feet, she looked even younger than she was. Her hair was unbraided and surrounded her in a crinkly nimbus.

“My little girl,” Rheda said lovingly, kissing the girl on the cheek. “After tonight, you’ll be all grown up. Harry will take such good care of you, my darling.”

They embraced, then Rheda hurried from the room in a billow of sheer cloth and was gone. The door clicked shut.

Harry threw the bolt and turned to Othelia. She had her head shyly down, but he could see that she was sneaking glances at him. The robe he wore was indigo cotton as thin as her nightgown and far shorter, ending just above his knees. The belt was loosely tied, leaving most of his chest bare.

A long moment passed in which he openly looked at her and she kept sneaking those glances. He moved closer.

“Othelia.”

“Do we kiss first?”

“I’d like that.”

She raised her head and he took her carefully into his arms, letting their bodies press together as he kissed her. He could feel the nubs of her breasts against his chest, small and sweet like a pair of nestled doves.

Her hands crept up to his shoulders, curious but tentative, as if she feared that he was going to push her away. He did not, of course, and they rested lightly there while he continued to kiss her, coaxing her lips apart that he might delve his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of peppermint and cool breezes.

Othelia backed up with a puzzled expression, and peeked down. Harry realized that an urgent part of him was protruding from the overlapping flaps of the robe, and she had felt its prod against her belly.

“It’s all right,” he said, bringing her hand down to touch it. “This beast is easily tamed; he only wishes to bring you pleasure.”

She stroked him as she might stroke the nose of a foal. “Your skin here is so soft,” she murmured.

“As is yours … especially here.” He pulled a string and the bodice of her nightgown came unlaced, letting niğde escort him slip his hand inside to cradle a breast.

She gasped and her grip tightened instinctively, eliciting a groan from him. As she worriedly started to let go, he shook his head.

“You didn’t hurt me. Don’t worry about that. It felt good.”

“That … that feels good too. What you’re doing.”

“I’m glad.”

Her nightgown fell from her shoulders and bunched around her waist, and Harry cupped both breasts while bending to kiss her again. Her caress along his rod became bolder, making him swell and stiffen with greater arousal.

“The bed,” he said against her mouth. “Let’s lie down.”

As she headed for the bed, he stopped her long enough to free the cloth caught around her hips. It crumpled to the floor. She sat on the edge, then leaned back until she was fully reclined. Some of her nervousness had returned, causing her to curl one arm across her breasts and drape the other over the fine silken hair between her legs.

Harry stretched out on his side, half-raised on one elbow. He covered her with kisses, lips and cheeks and eyelids and chin and the tip of her nose, then lower still, teasing the sensitive spot beneath her ear, the side of her neck, the base of her throat, lower and lower until her arm fell away and gave him access to her bosom. He nuzzled and suckled, attending to each side with loving thoroughness.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

She hitched in a breath and nodded.

“If I should do something that you don’t like, tell me. Or if there’s something I’m not doing that you want me to, tell me that as well.”

Her cheeks were blushed pink, but she nodded again.

He bent to her breasts again, and caressed her ribs, her stomach, the mild flare of her hip. She was much more relaxed, her legs no longer held protectively together.

“I’m going to put my hand here now,” he told her, and did so, just resting it there, his palm molded to the contour of the mild rise of her mound.

“That feels nice,” she whispered.

“It can feel even nicer. Part your legs a bit more.”

She did, and he pushed his fingers through the silky hair to rub with aching gentleness along her furrow, kissing her at the same time and muffling her low moan with his mouth. She shifted her hips and he felt the firm little bud, the nubbin of Dorian’s Jewel; Othelia moaned again as it came into contact with his hand.

He went very carefully there, not wanting to be too direct with his touch and send her over the line into discomfort. He spread his first and second fingers so that they were to either side of the bud, and rubbed even more slowly. His fingertips found her opening, explored gingerly.

“It will hurt, won’t it?” she asked between shuddering breaths.

“It might, but I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.” He moved down the bed and started kissing and nibbling at the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. “First, though, I’m going to put my mouth here, where my fingers were. That won’t hurt at all.”

Her brows knit as if she doubted him, until he began running his tongue over her cleft in long licks and swirls. Her hips bucked helplessly and the sound that came from her throat was the loudest he’d yet heard her utter. He’d been able to put his own burning desire aside to focus on her, but the noises of her cresting pleasure nearly did him in.

“Othelia … it’s time.”

She was panting, making feeble clutching gestures with her hands. Harry took that as a sign of agreement and positioned himself, the tip of his rod poised at the opening to her channel. She was wet with his saliva and her own secretions, easing his passage as he drove slowly into her.

The tightness was overwhelming, close and hot, surrounding him, seeming to pull and suck hungrily at his stiffness. Othelia gasped and mewled, clinging to him, and he wanted to plunge all the way in, but there was the barrier, blocking his way.

“Be brave, Othelia, be brave for me, and it’ll be over in an instant, just a brief hurt and then sweetness, only sweetness, I promise.”

“I’m ready.”

He drew back a little and then thrust hard, sealing her lips with a kiss as she cried out, and then he was buried fully within her, holding still, absolutely still but for the involuntary throbs and flexes of his rod, every ounce of willpower he possessed going toward holding still and not moving, not moving no matter how much he might wish to, how he yearned to withdraw and then sink back into her, that re-entry that was so unbelievably fine, but he didn’t, he held still, kissing her, kissing the sudden tears that had sprung to the corners of her eyes, kissing her until she started to move beneath him, hips rising and falling like the tide, so he did withdraw, and sank back in, and it was … it was …

They cried out together this time but with no pain, only pleasure, and Harry rushed headlong toward the precipice and over, pouring himself into her dark and secret chambers, and her eyes flew wide open as she called out, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” and convulsed in his arms with her first climax thundering through her veins and then she was sobbing joyously and had ahold of him by the sides of the head so she could rain kisses all over his face, sobbing and laughing.

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Hank and Robby

This story, as is all stories, isn’t written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you’re welcome. If not, thank you for visiting.

*****

Hank was packed extra this trip. He was heading to Seattle then San Diego then Houston then back home here in Connecticut. Of all the people I knew who drove those big rigs, including women, he seemed to like driving the most. He drives a flat-bed and hauls specialized loads, not lumber or steel or normal loads. Very expensive older cars or large electronic equipment, special gear. All his loads come ready packed for protection. We’re used to the separation. I have my interests and he has his, besides his truck is very well equipped. He can stream movies and tv shows and music and everything else you can do. It’s air conditioned and it has a very good sleeping berth up in back.

My name is Alison. We have one son, Robby, he’s 18 and is going to graduate this spring. Hank spends a lot of time with Robby, football and basketball, other sports. They watch races and know all about all the drivers. It’s nice to watch them together they’re so like best friends. Hank always packs early, except for his personal stuff. He’s not leaving until the day after tomorrow.

While we were having coffee after lunch I said, “Hank, would you mind much if I got Robby to come over to our bedroom in the evenings, not all evenings, before we go to sleep? He seems a little lost when you’re on the road and I thought it might be good for him. Since you’re not leaving until day after tomorrow we have a couple of evenings he can come over while you’re here so he’ll know its ok. He’s so busy maybe it’ll give us a chance to talk more. He won’t be here forever you know.”

“Sure,” he said. “You know, I had about the same suggestion a few months ago but didn’t say anything. I thought it might be good for him so maybe it’ll work out both ways.”

“Why would it be good for him?” I said.

“Same old reason,” he said.

We have a queen size bed but Hank has a few extra pounds from driving and eating. He wasn’t fat or anything but a little rounder. Fortunately Robby has slim hips and a muscle toned body. He works out and is a quiet person and always seems to me to be lost out there somewhere. He’s probably just heady. Hank taught him to drive one of those rigs with ease. He excels in almost everything.

A little later Robby caught up to me around the house and said, “Mom, did dad say anything about tonight? I’m not quite sure what he meant.”

“Oh, It’s my idea and he said it was fine with him,” I said. “I thought you might like to come over now and then. Keep me company, particularly when Hank is gone. I don’t see enough of you these days. If you’re not busy come over until we go to sleep. I’ll be in the middle. Just climb in my side. I’ll have a pillow for you.”

“Well, ok,” he said.

Hank was certainly upbeat when we were talking about this so it seemed ok so far. Still, I wanted to get a personal inkling into the mix when we were in bed, as if all three of us being in the same bed wasn’t personal enough. The inkling might give Hank some thoughts while he was driving and had a blank head. He’s told me about blank head driving. It’s like driving to and from work each day. You never remember driving the car or the landscape.

I started out with pjs on but switched back to my standard sleeveless gown and pants. I mostly didn’t wear pants with Hank but thought I should with Robby. No bra. He’s just going to have to get used to my tits being my tits. Hank noticed I had pants on and gave me a tickle but didn’t say anything. On the one hand I hoped he didn’t show me off to Robby like men do but on the other hand I hoped he did. I got in bed with my back to Hank so Robby had a nice view of the front of me. I was on my right side with my gown up around my waist so I had some stomach showing and a great view of my pants. I kept my legs down with my lower knee out a little so everything wasn’t hidden down in.

We had the lights out with just the one on the headboard for reading on and it shown bright right down our bodies and right through my gown. Hank had on his briefs. He never wore a top to bed. He was sitting up cross-legged, reading. The bedroom door was about half open and Robby finally stuck his head in and took a look then he came in and climbed in bed, smiling. He got on his left side facing me. He was close enough we could easily kiss so I leaned over and kissed him right on the lips and started a conversation. We could all three talk like a bunch of hens and almost always did. While we were talking I got my toes with Robby’s and twiddled now and then.

I reached in and rubbed a spot on my breast occasionally and the inside of my thigh too and ignored me doing it. I had to lift up my leg to rub the place on the inside of my thigh but it all appeared quite normal to Hank but probably not to Robby. My pants were tight enough for a small camel-toe for Robby. He karaman escort had on full long pjs and a long sleeve button up pj top so I couldn’t see much of his reaction, and Hank couldn’t either. I turned over on my back a couple of times talking with Hank so my tits would bounce around. I lifted my left knee when I did, for Robby. I don’t think Hank noticed much.

Eventually Robby said he was going to bed so I reached a hand over on his hip with my fingers over on his buns and gave him a goodnight peck on the lips and he went to bed.

“I think it went great,” I said. “He seemed relaxed and animated. Talking was absolutely wonderful, just what I’d hoped. Do you think I should put more clothes on? He didn’t seem to be shying away with just my gown and pants on. I could leave my pants off like with you but he’ll be able to see right between my legs.”

“You could leave your pants off and wear a longer gown,” he said. “Then you could pull the gown up so it’s just barely covering you. He’ll like it, or stuff the gown down between your legs, he’ll probably like that too.”

“With just the gown on I think he might see my pubes shadow,” I said. “It might be too much for him.”

“He’s growing up,” he said. “He’ll get used to pubes shadows. All us guys like that.” Hank turned out the reading light and slid down on his pillow. He said, “Now, about those pants. I’m not sure I remember how to get those off.” I helped him.

Neither Robby nor I mentioned being in bed and Hank didn’t say anything. I thought this was all good. When night came and we were in bed again Robby came over, just like before, and climbed in. He was dressed the same and I was too. I leaned over and kissed him. I was making kissing coming and going a habit.

I said, “I don’t normally wear pants to bed. I could put on a longer gown and take them off but I thought you might enjoy looking at my pants and bare skin more. Your dad takes them off later but don’t remember me saying that.” Robby smiled and giggled a little and said, ‘ok’. He glanced at his dad too then smiled while looking at him. Hank may have winked or something. Our conversations got going talking about our next vacation. We usually went in October so it was cooler. We didn’t drive but usually took a cruise.

I was a little animated like I was the night before rubbing here and there. I pulled my pants up on each side while we talking creating a nicer camel-toe and curled my head up to Hank so Robby could take a good look. Every now and then I would reach my lower hand out and hold his hand and slowly work it over to touch me somewhere. When I turned over on my back to talk to Hank I would lift our hands up above my elbow so everything was above board. I’m not sure Hank even took note.

Hank slid down on his pillow and said to Robby, “Don’t leave yet. You’ll like this. When you get uncomfortable that’s when you might like to go to bed.”

I turned over towards Hank and got my arms around his neck. He pulled my gown up around my neck and got both hands on my pants and started pushing then down. The headboard reading light was on. I could feel my pants sliding down my buns. I had my legs together but not tight so my pants wouldn’t hang up in my crotch. He finally took my pants right off. Robby was still there. I could see Hank smile and look at him now and then. Hank got a hand around my leg just above my upper knee and pulled it over his hip. Robby couldn’t see up under from where his head was but he jauntily said ‘goodnight and I felt him get off the bed and leave the room. Hank turned off the headboard light. Robby got a look at the back of me completely nude from my neck to my toes. Robby and I saw Hank off the next morning then we started our normal day. Neither one of us mention last night.

A couple of days later at supper in the den watching the news I said, “I didn’t know Hank was going to show you my bare buns. I don’t mind you touching my buns or bare back but I tend to hide my front so you can’t see some things. But the more you see and touch the more I don’t mind you seeing and touching. Your head was up high so I didn’t think you could see down under, just my buns and maybe my butt crack. I enjoyed that. I can’t wait until we get to snuggle up. I love snuggling up, a live body and skin.”

Robby said, “I thought it might have been a little over the top but it didn’t seem so with you two so I tried to fit in. Dad surprised me too.”

“I think he was telling us not to be so formal,” I said. “After all we were all in bed. I like him sharing me with you as long as you like it as much as I did. It’s a good feeling to have in bed.”

“How did you meet dad,” he said. “I don’t think you’ve ever said.”

“You’re old enough so I’ll tell you but you can’t ever tell anybody or admit you know,” I said. He nodded and said, ‘ok’, so I told him.

“I was sitting on the beach at a very nice mountain lake on a sand chair. It’s a no leg chair that’s on the kars escort sand with a back. I had on a bikini and a wide hat and I was sitting under a big umbrella drinking a soda and watching everybody. My feet were flat on the sand, out wide, and my knees were out wide too. He walked up in front of me and stared right between my legs. I didn’t have a top on. He kept stared at me for a little bit and he said, ‘You look like a lot of fun.’.

“I stared at him for a little bit and untied each side of my bikini bottom and took it off and left my knees up and legs way open. He looked and finally smiled at me and got my hand and pulled me up and we walked down the beach. It was a nude beach and he was nude when he walked up and he was hard and sticking out. When we got down the beach we found a nice soft shaded place and fucked our brains out and haven’t stopped since.”

“Oh wow,” he said. “I love it. Great story. I won’t let on I know. That’s a good one. I would never have guessed. Thanks mom. Did you get pregnant with me?”

“Not then,” I said. “I couldn’t get pregnant. I would have waited for his ok anyway. We decided together and I think I was pregnant within the month. So was he. That’s the way we thought of it.”

Robby said he would come over later if I wasn’t too tired. I said sure and was sitting up in bed when he came in. He had a t-shirt on and stretchy shorts. He got on and sat up with me. I leaned over and kissed him, a little longer than the other two. We lip kiss during the day but let these go longer with a little feeling.

I said, “My gown goes down to the top of my thighs. I can wear it and not wear pants. When I slide down in bed I have to pull my gown down because it’ll ride up. I don’t mind at all being nude in my middle in bed with you so you can pull my gown up as high as you want and leave it there. Take it off if you want. Don’t look down there much. Of course you can look all you want when my legs are closed.”

“I won’t look but let me think about all the rest,” he said. “I have to let it sink in and get arranged.”

“Ok,” I said. “I’ll hold off on telling you about tickling your chest with my nipples. I’m sort of letting you know how you can have some fun teasing me and yourself. Also, if there’s anything specific you’d like to do or try out I might like it. Last thing. I’m not going to get you really turned on and leave it to you. I can give you some very nice orgasms without it being a problem.”

Robby put his arms around my waist and pulled me in softly and kissed me. It was some really nice kisses too. Not just one big one but we kissed off and on for several minutes. I could feel him in his shorts and I hoped he could feel my boobs. Our legs tangled a little and he had a knee between mine and got about half way up between my thighs. With me putting my arms around his neck I knew my gown pulled up above my tuff but he didn’t look. If he did he would only see my tuff. That was ok. I had a mons like a little cliff and the good stuff was over the cliff or down in just below the tuff.

I wouldn’t have minded if he got himself out and put it into me about at my clit but I didn’t want to say so after all the other stuff I said. I thought he would like to lie around and talk and enjoy the erotic atmosphere and rationalize everything. It takes time to get settled. I reached down and got his leg and pulled it up higher between my thighs. Not all the way up but high enough to burn it. I squeezed his leg and rubbed his thigh that was out from between my thighs almost all the way over to his dick. I ran in to his shorts almost every time.

We talked and rubbed around on each other for the longest time. I got turned on and so did he and when we did we kissed and hugged so close it got really good. I was going to wait until the next time or the next but we were so turned on I thought I might as well have a go. He was not going to believe this one. I reached up and turned the headboard light off.

“Robby,” I said. “This isn’t going to be what you think it is.” I turned over on my stomach and stretched down the bed and took my gown off. I said, “Reach over on the end table and get the tube on this side.” He got it and I said, “Its lube. Rub some all down in my butt crack and a little below and slip your top and shorts off. It’ll be just a minute.” I got my butt pillow and put it under me so my butt was more up in the air, not much. I got settled. I said, “Oh, put some lube on your dick head.”

I said, “Get on top, get your dick up my butt crack and have a great orgasm. Don’t go in my butt. Every now and then when you want to, go under and up my clit. I just love it. When you want inside my legs push them out wide.”

I thought after tonight I wouldn’t be giving directions so much. He would take over mostly now that he had the landscape. When he got settled on me I pushed my butt up so it opened more. He reached his hands down and pulled me open and his dick settled right down kıbrıs escort in and he started thrusting right up between my buns. I could feel his balls between my thighs. He didn’t take long to get between my legs and he didn’t take long getting his dick running up my ridges and clit and hood. He had a hand under my breasts clutching me and his other hand running down my side and back playing with my buns some.

My legs were out and it really felt good opening up. We were fucking, although a little unconventional, but I had a dick playing with my front and back and he had his dick playing with a girls front and back. He was sized, width and length, enough for anybody looking for a good fuck and he wasn’t shy about going with it. Twice he went right across my vagina and almost snagged the edge and plunged in. I had to work not to tilt when he got near. He was going up my front a lot more than I thought he would with how it must have felt in my butt crack. I turned my arms down and got my palms on his hips and absolutely swam through sex.

He went a little faster and I squeezed my eyes shut and silently said, ‘yes, yes’. He got his hands on my hips and fucked up my butt crack then put them back under me on my boobs and went faster. It was only seconds and he had a really good orgasm. I could feel the semen rubbing around above my buns. Lovely sounds and gentlemanly dismount. He went to the bathroom and washed me and dried us and we snuggled, nude, with his softer dick right against my pussy entrance, I’m not sure he knew.

We talked and kissed and sat up, since the light was out and he couldn’t see. A little more talking and Robby went off to bed. I went to the bathroom and was asleep 60 seconds later. Hank calls every other day. He figures out his schedule and we set up a time for the next call since he’s in other time zones a lot. We can see him on the big LED tv and we have a camera on the top of the tv so he can see us. Sound is over the speakers so it’s almost like him being right there. Robby was out so I chatted with him for almost 45 minutes. It was over the internet so no cost.

Robby and I skipped a day. It wasn’t like we were super-hot for each other although it was really great having him in bed and talking more and drawing closer. Just what I wanted to do. Hank asked how I was doing with Robby and I said great. I knew he wasn’t too concerned with my antics with Robby. It’s all he mentioned about it so he was leaving it with us. We seemed to know when we were going to get together. When night came I got showered and nude and turned all the lights out so he couldn’t see and got on the bed.

He stuck his head in the door and said, “You awake?”

“Yes,” I said. “Dive right in. Take off all your clothes, I don’t have anything on. That’s why the lights are out.”

A little rustling and he climbed in and got right up against me. I reached down and got his dick just below the head and played with him. He got a hand on my waist and melded right into a kiss. It was going quick but he was facing and getting great servings of good sex. I was too but I knew it was getting to him quicker.

I said, “I thought you might like to let your dick play around in my playground. Anywhere you want, clit, pussy, butt, tits, anywhere. Turn me over or around or any way you want. I don’t want to go whole hog but if you want to play around with my g-spot with your dick go ahead. Maybe you could short fuck us into orgasms. If you want to do that on top between my thighs with my legs locked around yours with my fingers in your butt crack that would be ok too. One of the things I really love is a male animal having an orgasm up inside my pussy so whenever you get a chance to do that please don’t stop. It’s a monstrous turn on for me. I might not be able to stop myself from slaming your dick all the way in when you orgasm but I’ll try. So, Hank says you might be getting another car.”

We chatted away. I got the head of his dick up against the bottom of my clit and started thrusting into him lightly. I wasn’t going to let him go just yet. Girls like to hold dicks. He told me about the car he’s looking at and I slowly slipped the head down in between my folds keeping up the light thrusting until he got to my pussy and rotated the entrance against the head. Robby was hard as a rock and getting harder. I tried to bend his dick slightly and it didn’t bend. My mouth started getting nervous. I had my other hand over on his butt crack playing with his butt button.

I thought I had him going ok and lifted both arms and got around his neck and let him have some fun with his dick. He held my bun and soft thrusted so I put a leg over his waist and it opened me right up. The next time he thrust he got about half the head in my pussy entrance and got close to covering it. He was a little longer than Hank. Playing around with Robby with sex was so over the top satisfying and sensual I just wanted to fuck him silly most of the time. If he could just get in me and start pumping and stay doing that for a month or two I just might get enough but no guarantees.

I said, “When Hank and I fucked ourselves almost to death on the beach I was a virgin. I told him several years later. I’ve only ever had sex with two other men since we’ve been married.”

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No matter how well you think you might know someone you can’t possibly know about all the skeletons that might haunt their closet. This is one of mine.

My first sexual experience of any kind happened many years ago when I was 18 years old. To that point I really didn’t even think about boys in a sexual way at all. There were guys that I found cute but the notion of sex was pretty much lost on me. Really any notion of sex that I did have seemed like something only married people took part in; perhaps I was naive. I lived with both my parents who provided a very loving environment for me and my older brother to grow up in.

We had it all in a suburban colloquial cliche kind of way; a big house, a pool in the backyard, a safe neighbourhood and attentive parents. Attentive when they were around at least, both worked to support the said cliche.

Continuing in the theme of typical, Greg, older by three years almost to the day was 21 when this story unfolds. Greg had a lot of friends growing up but I can’t say that he was particularly popular but he certainly wasn’t a “loser” either. I always looked up to him but we weren’t friend siblings. We really didn’t hang out all unless mandated by mom to take a tag-along, he never invited me anywhere.

I was in grade 12 and for me it was much like grade 11 and my life to that point: uneventful. Using one word to effectively sum up the way I was feeling with myself, uneventful was it. I’m not sure if I was depressed or what but I just wasn’t feeling anything. I didn’t like going to school, I wasn’t popular and popular was something that I wanted to be. Somebody probably should have told me that being good at ballet and math, being nice to people and liking my teachers wouldn’t add up to being the queen of the ball. Really I didn’t even need to be the queen but

I hated it when the other kids made fun of me. Growing up also didn’t help as I became pretty self conscious in horrible ways. I spent many evening behind locked doors staring at mirrors hoping the somehow the person staring back would look different.

I certainly wasn’t ugly, adults would always tell me how pretty I looked but that was the problem people my age didn’t. I was always too thin and my breasts didn’t grow to mammoth sizes. Top that off with the glasses and the figurative pocket protector meant I had no need for a stick to rid myself of the unwanted, and wanted, advances.

I stayed busy with my dance classes as I really enjoyed them. As a result most of my friends were from dance class and not school. I think I looked like typical, I was very skinny, had brown hair that I often had in a ponytail and grey eyes which take on reflections to appear as different colours depends on the light.

Coming home from school one day I noticed Greg messing around behind the TV.

“What’re you doing? I wanna watch something.”

“Not now Michelle. Go upstairs.” Frustration was obvious on his face.

“Well, that was rude.”

“Yeah, I’m not in the mood Michelle, so don’t bother me.”

“You don’t have to be an asshole about it ya know. Just tell me what you’re doing.”

“It’s a cable box. I got it from my friend. Now go away?”

“Whadaya mean a cable box? We already got one.”

“Look, I’ll tell you but you have to keep your mouth shut, ok?”

“Who would I tell?” I said faking innocence for ever being one to tell on anymore.

“Just don’t tell mom, ok?”

“Mom? What about dad?” I was puzzled by the noninclusive request.

“Dad already knows, it was working earlier and I showed him.”

Now I was really intrigued. What could he possibly have that dad could know about but not mom? Our father, a high school principal, was never one to trifle with discipline. I was little miss innocent but Greg was constantly on the receiving end of a lecture. What could have possibly brought them together against the highest power in the household?

“It unscrambles the pay channels.” Greg informed me in a matter of fact sort of way while he continued to play with the settings.

“And dad is ok with this?”

“I showed him how it worked and all the pay per view channels that he could be watching sort of lighted his stance. He just said don’t let your mom find out. So that goes for you now too. Michelle you hearing me?”

This was actually the first lapse in morality that I noticed from either of my parents. I guess they drank too, but never to become violent or ill-tempered so that was never a problem. But this was a different sort of morality, this was stealing and dad was fine with it. I never imagined.

“Well, you hear me?” He asked again as I had zoned out as I have a tendency to do when confronted with confusing thoughts.

“Yeah, I won’t tell. I promise.”

“Yes! It’s working!” Whatever he was doing it seemed to have worked and the scrabbled screen became clear.

I suppose I should note at the risk of dating myself that this was a time before digital cable. To order a movie on pay per kilis escort view you would call a phone number.

Once I got past my own moral dilemma I really liked the new cable box. I was able to watch any new release any time I wanted without having to go to the video store. It did look like a normal cable box so mom never thought anything about it.

Like all cliches ours was one of outward appearances. I was unhappy in my day to day life with my dance class as my only refuge. My brother continued to get yelled at, at least three times a week. He wasn’t really doing anything with his life and didn’t seem to care. He worked, in what my parents considered, a dead end and not showing the ambition they expected. Their fights would really scare me. I hated when they would yell at him but he would never allow me to provide him any comfort. Whenever I went to talk to him about it he would just tell me to screw off or something similar and sometimes less polite. I still looked up to him.

His habits and ambitions didn’t change and their arguments continued in much the same way it. For whatever reason it made me sensitive toward him, like he was being ganged up on and it wasn’t fair. Although he paid almost no attention to me I would sort of have mini-panics when he returned home after being gone for a few days. There was always a sense that this drama could be the last and that made me sad.

The first time I noticed I didn’t know what to make of it. The floorboard creaked as someone was creeping across them. It couldn’t be an intruder the sound started upstairs. I say up in my bed and listened before drifting off to sleep. Soon I was hearing these muffled sounds almost nightly. It didn’t take me long to realize someone going very slowly down the hardwood stairs and I knew that someone was my Greg. Neither of my parents would have felt the need to sneak in their own home.

“But why is he sneaking?” I thought to myself trying to listen even harder until there was nothing left to hear.

I had no idea what he was doing, if he was leaving the house, if he was doing something he shouldn’t have, all I knew was that it was a secret. And if I knew anything it was that a secret is something interesting. So each night I would try to stay up late just to hear him go downstairs. Mostly I would just fall asleep waiting, but other times I was sure that I heard him. I just had to know what was going on and I resolved in my mind to figure it out. For that, I would have to follow him.

An endeavour like the one I was proposing was going to take guts. Getting caught was not an option. Getting caught would mean I would never know and my curiosity would never forgive me. It was time to put all those dancing lessons to work. If I ever had the motivation to move on point this was it.

“Ok Michelle tonight is the night.” I said to myself over and over to pick up my resolve.

“Don’t chicken out, don’t chicken out, don’t chicken out. If you do, you will never know. You won’t get caught. You are as light as a cat and twice as sleek. You are following him tonight.”

I would have these long almost conversations with myself each time I fought sleep long enough to hear him sneak. With rising bravado just to get to my door and then run back in retreat to the protecting comfort of my bed. There I would talk myself to sleep too nervous to think fully formed thoughts. All this worry really without any clue as to what was going on; there was something about it that just told me it was juicy.

“Tonight is different. Tonight is not a test run. You are getting past that door.”

The doorway was the barrier, which once past, I knew I was going all the way. Slow, quiet steps took me halfway down the stairs; I knew there was no turning back. So slow my toes barely touched down, it probably took 20 minutes to get to the bottom of the stair. Time well spent; not a single creak.

“What is going on? I know he didn’t leave. I would have heard the door open.”

I felt scared. I felt like maybe he was watching me. The house seemed completely dark and no sign or Greg. I slowly stealthed into the main living room; completely dark. The moonlight cast long shadows of the lampshades which was enough to scare me on a normal night and this was no normal night.

“Relax Michelle, relax.” I said to myself in a low mumble.

I was so nervous that I wasn’t even thinking.

“What if he jumps out at me?”

I knew that he had to be somewhere I had heard him go down the stairs at least twenty times now.

“What if it wasn’t Greg?” The paranoid half crazy thought flashed in my head.

Satisfied with search I was sure he wasn’t on the main floor, but there was still the basement. I felt ominous as I peered down the dark steps to notice dim light coming from under the door.

The basement was our primary TV room, we had a TV in the main living room, but the one in the basement always got the most use. This was the TV Greg hooked kırklareli escort the cable box of ill-gotten movies to. Our basement was split into four parts: there was the laundry room, my dad’s work room, a living room and a room that connected the three. The living room had a door that we never shut, except it was shut that night. The light coming from under the door left me with an eerie feeling and the feeling that my stomach was about to jump through my throat.

All my pep talks must have taken root somewhere deep in my brain and, almost as if on automatic, I gave no second thought to not opening the door. I had come this far and that door was opening.

With just a little push of the door I must have sent Greg 10 feet into the air.

“Michelle!!???” Looking as if he just saw a ghost he annunciated through grinding teeth.

By the time he settled, he was sitting on the sofa, fully clothed, watching what appeared to be a dirty movie. Well it didn’t just appear to be it was a full porno. I think he thought it was our parents opening the door. He still looked positively frightened.

“Yelp” I thought to myself making the appropriate utterance.

He gathered his wits realizing it was me and turned to damage control.

“BE QUIET!” he said in the loudest most urgent whisper that I have ever heard. I was in a state of shock and said nothing. I stood on the carpet frozen in my socks.

“You’re going to be in trouble Greg.” My inner brat reminded him of just who he was dealing with.

“No, I won’t, because you are not going to tell!” he whispered back with no loss of urgency.

The movie on the screen wasn’t lost on me. I had never seen an erect penis before, never in books, never in movies and obviously never in real life. It had stolen some of my attention and the shock couldn’t have been more profound. The thing looked absolutely huge, like it shouldn’t have been attached to anyone. The girl was putting it in and out of her mouth. I simply couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“Michelle! Go to bed.” The words broke my trance.

Still in full brat mode, “You’re not allowed to watch this Greg. I’m so telling on you.”

In retrospect it may have been insurance to keep me from telling, but nevertheless Greg told me, “Michelle, sit down and don’t say anything and you can watch too.”

This was an invitation. An invitation from my older brother to take part. With that, I sat on the carpet in front of the TV and started watching.

I don’t remember what the movie was even about. The plot may have not made sense even if I watched from the start. That’s the other thing, porn movies still had plots back then; ridiculous plots but plots. I suppose it didn’t matter anyway, what I do remember quite well is that I saw sex for the first time. It wasn’t that graphic but it certainly wasn’t late night cable either, this was a real porno.

“Eeewwhhh, eeesshhh” I said softly peaking my eye out from behind my parted fingers.

I spent a lot of it with my eyes covered, that made me feel as if nobody could see me. The girls had such big boobs which intimidated me and did no wonders for my already shaky self-esteem. Almost as quickly as it started it seemed, the movie was over.

“Michelle…Mich-elle,” Greg tried to get me out of one of my trances, “you go upstairs first and don’t make any noise. I will come up after. If mom or dad wakes up say that you are just up to get a glass of water. Do you got that? A glass of water.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

Nobody caught me, I was quiet as a cat again. In my bed I was actually trembling. The next morning was as if nothing had happened. Greg didn’t even give me a nod of acknowledgement. I thought that I was in on this big secret but there was nothing not even a hint that things were different; that I was cool enough to be in it with him. The

next few nights I listened again but didn’t hear anything and eventually went to sleep.

For over a week not a creaking stair and I didn’t know what to think. I figured that Greg was mad at me and that I, like our parents, was against him too. I spent my nights sitting up in my bed on pins and needles waiting for the sound. Until one night I heard movement again, I was elated and tried not to over-think it too much. I put on my socks and got ready to sneak downstairs once again.

The truth is, I wanted to see the movies but I didn’t have the guts to just go down by myself. Greg offered me some form of protection and as bad as it is to say I figured that if we got caught he would be the only one in trouble.

Nevertheless getting caught still scared me to no end.

“Mich-elle, what are you doing here?” His eyes pleaded with my to take a hint.

But he didn’t tell me to leave and he didn’t put up a fight when I took my place on the carpet. He sat on the sofa behind me and seemed at peace with tolerating my presence. The sex once again flashed across the screen. My eyes took more karabük escort and more of it as I spent less and less time behind closed fingers.

I didn’t go down every time I heard him, as he went much more often than I did, but every now and then I would join him. With some practice it didn’t take me so long to get down. My sneaking skills were likely cat burglar diamond thief worthy; much better than Greg’s. I don’t think I ever made a noise and I went down quite a few times but never by myself.

Once there was some familiarity he actually seemed to like me being there, it seemed like a way we were connecting as friends. I don’t think we had ever connected before in that way. It was always mean older brother and annoying little sister with us. It’s strange how being partners in crime, being part of a deviance together, can create a bond.

I was really becoming more ashamed of my body. I think one can only look at so many surgically enhanced boobs without feeling at least bit inadequate. Almost being 19, my 34b’was all that I was ever going to have. I was still very skinny but my hips we sort of wide giving me a feminine look. But I was probably the only one that really noticed that, at least that’s how I felt. I never had what could be considered a boyfriend in even the loosest application of the word.

A funny thing happened in my mind at this time. I started feeling like there was two me’s. There was the me who went to dance class, got good grades, was ignored by her brother and generally lived a normal life. Then there was the me that only my brother knew about. That me watched dirty movies. This is the feeling you start having when secrets become a part of your life.

Greg was also pulling me deeper as he was now getting video tapes from his friends. These tapes were soooooo graphic. I started to see the penis enter the woman, close ups and all. I was likely already getting desensitized, so it didn’t scare me off. If anything it pulled me deeper into that world; his world.

This really wasn’t my world, I was more of an intruder who had become a welcome guest. It wasn’t a straightforward thing, we never ever talked about it and there were times that I certainly felt like a second wheel on a unicycle. I never gave my brother too much thought other than to think that what we somehow together in this. I never considered that his penis was likely erect while this was going on. What he must have been thinking looking at those giant penises entering those women didn’t dawn on me.

“Hey.” I said shyly upon my arrival on a typical night to take my typical place on the floor.

There was an unspoken understanding that the sofa was his and I never invaded his personal space. We were watching a tape, the man was sort of funny looking with big muscles and he was fucking a woman with red hair.

“Michelle, don’t look back here. Ok?” He whispered with intent.

“Huh?” The request caught me off guard.

“Just don’t look back.” He gasped.

Of course I looked back. Greg had a blanket on his lap and it was moving up and down, he was masturbating. I had no illusions about what he was doing. He didn’t really seem to care that I looked and he kept doing it. I caught myself and quickly returned my attention to the funny looking man and the lady with the red hair. I looked straight ahead at the TV and didn’t say anything thing. Instinctively I knew this wasn’t something I should disturb.

From then on he would always masturbate when we watched the movies, I imagine that it was something that he picked up when I wasn’t there. It was part of watching the movies now.

I didn’t really mind that he did that. I didn’t think about it that much. Sometimes I would look back and see the blanket going up and down in rhythm with the sex on the screen. Sometimes he would gasp sometimes he wouldn’t make any noise but the action would come to an end and usually a rag of some kind from under the blanket emerged.

“Michelle…Michelle…are you looking?” Greg tried to get my attention on what had become another sort of typical night.

“What?” I said will watching another explicit scene.

“Michelle…look at me.”

I turned to look and there was Greg, my brother, with no blanket on his lap. With my shy eyes looking over at him and he was clearly liking that. It was the first penis that I had ever seen in real life. He wasn’t as big as the actors but it seemed enormous to me.

He finished this time saying, “You like that Michelle? You like that?”

There was semen everywhere. And his demeanour was changed. I think he was ashamed of what happened.

“Fuck! Michelle go away.”

My eyes pleaded for him to let me stay but he repeated with intense sincerity. “Michelle…go to bed right now!”

With hurt feelings I made myself scarce. I thought something happened which couldn’t be taken back. I wanted to talk to him about it but didn’t have the words to broach that subject. Worries aside, It didn’t change anything the next week we were watching movies again and he was masturbating again.

“Michelle…Mich-elle…” His voice was strained.

“I’m not looking.” I didn’t flinch.

“Michie, please…Michelle…let me see your pussy.” He seemed to strain when he said pussy and my heart went into my stomach.

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Larry came home late and knew his wife would already be in bed sleeping. He slowly made his way see the light of his life. ‘Hey baby girl.’ Larry smiled to his 18-year-old daughter. ‘How was your day?’ He asked and couldn’t help but staring at her as she lie face down on her bed with nothing on but a small shirt and a tiny pair of bikini panties. He could feel blood quickly rushing to his lonesome cock as his eyes roamed her shapely young ass and great legs.

Kayla looked up to the man she loved with all of her heart and slowly turned on her side facing him. She knew his eyes were between her legs, just like always. ‘It was good, but I really missed seeing you this morning,’ she said in a ‘baby girl’ voice that she always used to tease him. She held out hers arms to him. ‘Come lay with me, Daddy. I feel so lonesome tonight,’ she softly said with her teasing voice putting out her lower lip.

He knew he shouldn’t but her full breasts and shapely hips would feel so good against him. ‘Oh baby girl,’ he moaned as he moved against her and could feel pure heat flowing off her young, tempting body. ‘You make Daddy feel so good when you let me hug you like this,’ he said leaning to kiss her full lips.

Kayla gasped out as her Daddy’s lips touched hers. He’d kissed her before, but never when they hugged their special way. ‘Ouch!’ Kayla said reaching between her legs. ‘Daddy your jeans really hurt me,’ she said sticking out her lower lip. ‘Can you take them off? I gave mom two sleeping pills.’ Kayla smiled at him and hoped he wouldn’t be mad at her. ‘She won’t be up until morning,’ she added with a big grin.

‘I don’t have anything on under them,’ he replied seeing a smile fill her face. ‘You make Daddy feel so good when we hug, I’m sure to get very hard,’ he returned her smile and reached to push down his pants. ‘Where in the hell did you get sleeping pills?’ He laughed and knew his daughter was a very smart young girl.

‘One of my friends from school. She gives her mom lots of them.’ Kayla replied moving closer to him than before, letting his long, hard cock slide between her legs to rest against her wet panties and hot pussy. Her loving hand caressed his face. ‘Why doesn’t mom fuck you anymore? She must be crazy not to fuck someone so handsome and sexy as you!’ She said with sadness for her Daddy. ‘My friend says she hugs her Dad this way, but last year they started doing so much more!’ Kayla said in her sexy voice.

Larry couldn’t believe what Kayla, his baby girl was telling him. ‘You’re telling me your friend does it with her Dad?’ He asked in a shocked voice and could feel Kayla moving her wet pussy back and forth on his cock. ‘Oh baby girl!’ Larry moaned enjoying Kayla’s wetness covering his long, hard cock.

‘Do you like this, Daddy?’ Kayla asked in the ‘baby girl’ voice. Her small arms wrapped around his strong neck as she moved faster. ‘Oh it feels so good!’ Kayla moaned out feeling Daddy moving with her young body. His long hard cock moved over her very wet panties and into her moist folds of sex. ‘Oh Daddy! I’m cuming! I’m cuming!’ Kayla screamed out as she humped against her Daddy’s big, long cock. ‘Oh Daddy, it feels sooooo good!’ Kayla screamed again as she struggled to try and get his cock in her panties. ‘Fuck me, Daddy!’ She begged with wanting eyes. ‘Fuck my hot, little pussy!’ She yelled out as Larry held her rounded hips.

“Oh baby girl!’ Larry moaned as his throbbing cock starting shooting cum between her muscular thighs and on her orgasming, young pussy. ‘Oh baby!’ He sighed rolling on top of his baby girls’ body and pushed against her. ‘Move your hips!’ Larry begged her. He needed to cum more and if she were willing, he’d hump her pussy all night long.

‘No, not like this,’ she groaned. ‘Ram your cock up my cunt! Fuck me!’ Kayla begged her Daddy, but she knew he wouldn’t the first time. It would take more teasing before he would give in and claim her young, willing body as his.

*. Larry was in the car and driving away when he heard someone yelling. ‘Daddy! Stop!’ and he knew who it was. ‘Hey Daddy.’ Kayla said as she quickly jumped in the car next to him. She moved close and gently kissed him on the mouth. ‘Oh Daddy,’ she moaned out as his big hand reached to caress her tender right nipple with his fingers.

‘How’s my baby girl feel today?’ Larry asked and enjoyed the blissful look on her young face. ‘I gotta say, I haven’t felt this good in a long time,’ he laughed giving Kayla a deep kiss.

‘I was fine, but now my cunt is going to be on fire all day!’ She laughed out hugging his arm. ‘Daddy? Can we play like that again tonight? I loved when your big, long cock shot cum all over me,’ she said in her ‘baby’ voice and she licked her lips.

Larry let out a deep sigh and replied, ‘We can if you have more sleeping pills,’ he said looking to her smiling face. ‘It felt very good cuming on my sexy baby girl!’ He added reaching gebze escort between her legs under the short skirt to touch Kayla’s soft pussy. ‘Oh yes!’ Larry smiled. ‘I just love a shaved pussy,’ he smiled and licked his lips.

‘Tonight can I suck you and you lick my cunt?’ Kayla asked with a big grin. ‘I’d love to suck my Daddy’s big cock.’ Kayla said in her very tempting voice. ‘I’ll even let Daddy cum in my mouth,’ she added with an even more sexy tone than before. ‘Oh hell, if you pull over, I’d let you fuck my mouth right here in the car.’ Kayla moaned out trying to unzip his pants.

‘You’re going to kill me!’ Larry laughed out and pulled her hand from his pants. ‘You’ll get to later and about fucking your mouth, be ready, I’m taking you up on it!’ He smiled as he pulled into the school parking lot. ‘You have a great day!’ Larry said giving Kayla one last, deep kiss.

*. That night he came home just after dark. Kayla moved through the dark house to greet the man of her dreams, her Daddy. ‘Hi Daddy,’ she whispered sitting on his lap. ‘How was your day?’ Kayla asked moving against his already hard cock shaft. ‘I missed you se much!’ Kayla moaned stretching to kiss him.

‘I’ve thought of nothing but you all day!’ Larry groaned out reaching to caress Kayla’s rounded young ass. ‘I guess the bitch is asleep?’ He asked with a laugh seeing a smile on Kayla’s face. ‘I love this!’ Larry moaned as one hand caressed Kayla’s sexy ass and the other went to her excited left nipple.

Kayla lie against her Daddy enjoying his loving hands touching her wanting body. ‘I bought them just for you,’ she smiled turning in a slow circle, letting him see the sheer, white panties and bra. ‘Since tonight will be our first time, I thought I should wear white.’ Kayla smiled again seeing his eyes looking to her seductive hips and tempting young ass.

‘Damn! You look so good,’ he replied giving her a deep kiss. ‘Let’s go to my baby’s room and have some fun!’ Larry smiled, reached to pull Kayla on his lap and pushed his wheelchair to her bedroom.

Kayla lie across her bed watching her Daddy undress. First his shirt, she gazed to his thick masculine chest and fine hair that covered it. Knowing soon her young hands would be caressing the beautiful thing as he rode her hard and deep. Then her excited eyes looked lower as Daddy slowly slid his pants off his slender hips. ‘Ohhhh’ Kayla gasped at her Daddy’s full erection pointing to her waiting and excited body. ‘Oh Daddy!’ Kayla cried out with pure lust and need in her soft voice.

He moved from his chair to the beautiful young creature lying on the bed. ‘Is my baby girl all excited?’ He asked pulling Kayla’s panting body to his. ‘Does she need her Daddy to fix her?’ He asked pulling her on top of him. ‘You look so good on Daddy! And look at that,’ he pointed to her stomach. ‘Look how far Daddy’s cock will go in my baby girl,’ he added seeing his sexy daughter smile as she looked to his hard cock resting on her tummy.

Her tiny, gentle hand reached to hold his throbbing erection against her soft flesh. ‘Do you think you tummy is fat, Daddy?’ Kayla asked enjoying the feel of hot blood pulsing through his long, thick shaft.

‘Oh, not all!’ He replied caressing her pretty face. ‘Your tummy is so sexy the way it looks. You’re still a girl, and when you’re bigger that will go away,’ he smiled reaching to Kayla’s rounded ass. ‘This Daddy really likes,’ he smiled again and started to squeeze her burning flesh.

‘Daddy, you make me feel so good!’ Kayla moaned lying flat on her Daddy’s body. His long, hard cock slid between her legs resting on her wet panties and nestled deep in her delicate folds of youth. ‘I could cum so easy!’ Kayla whispered in her ear. ‘Your big cock feels so good rubbing my clit and against my cunt lips,’ she moaned leisurely moving her hips on her Daddy’s cock.

He looked to Kayla and couldn’t believe that his baby girl had turned into this charming woman that he was about to claim as his. ‘Oh baby!’ He moaned out as Kayla moved her wet pussy over his straining cock and enjoyed the wetness flowing from her. ‘My baby sure does get nice and wet,’ he said looking to her blue eyes.

‘It’s all for my wonderful, Daddy,’ she whispered returning his look of love. ‘Daddy sure does get hard when he rubs a young, wet cunt.’ Kayla smiled at him and could only think of how wonderful his cock was going to feel deep in her excited pussy. She’d thought of no one other than her Daddy since she saw him fucking her mother so long ago. Kayla knew Daddy would be her lover. He loved her so very, very much.

He kissed Kayla’s lips. ‘You know you’ve been turning me on for the last three years,’ he smiled to her and gently cupped each of her breasts. ‘These big sexy things have been driving Daddy crazy watching them grow and now it seems I can’t keep my off your hips and ass,’ he smiled more to the dazzling girl on him. ‘In fact, I think I want to do a few things to you,’ he smiled up gümüşhane escort to Kayla.

‘Like what?’ She asked leaning on her elbows looking into her Daddy’s eyes. ‘I’ve always had this fantasy of you eating out my cunt,’ she said with a little pink tint covering her pretty face.

He caressed her face and softly replied, ‘That’s on my list of things to do to you,’ he smiled reaching to caress Kayla’s ass. ‘Also I defiantly want to nibble on this a while,’ he teased Kayla knowing her ass was very sensitive to being touched.

‘I gotta feeling Daddy is going to wear my young body out!’ Kayla said with excitement in her soft voice and gently rolled off him. ‘We better get to it, because I have me a real long list of things I’m going to do to my Daddy!’ She smiled reaching her tender hand to stroke his long, hard cock. ‘This is going to feel so good in my tight, little cunt,’ she moaned out and moved to suck her Daddy into her loving mouth. Soft moans came from deep inside Kayla as she pleasured her Daddy’s cock. Her dreams of him being in her mouth sucking him, loving him with her gentle mouth were now coming true at last.

Larry watched his young lover pleasing him better than his wife ever did, he knew that a very special person was at last loving him. Kayla moved between his legs, swallowing him more while her pretty blue eyes looked up to him. A warm smile formed around her lips as she moved up and down his long shaft. ‘I love you!’ He moaned out as Kayla pleased him. ‘You need to stop soon,’ he said caressing the side of her face. ‘I don’t want to cum in your mouth,’ he added seeing a frown on her lips.

‘Come on, Daddy,’ she begged while her hands moved up and down his shaft. ‘I want you to fill my mouth full. I want to taste my Daddy’s hot cum,’ she moaned licking her lips. ‘Please!’ she whispered in the soft voice he could never refuse.

He looked to Kayla’s face and replied, ‘Okay. Be ready, Daddy is very full tonight,’ he said and Kayla sucked him deep into her mouth and was sucking with more passion than before. ‘Oh you’re Daddy’s good baby girl!’ He moaned out watching Kayla eating his long cock. ‘You’re Daddy’s baby!’ He sighed and felt a stir in his balls. ‘Oh my God! I’m cuming! I’m cuming in my sweet baby girls’ mouth!’ He cried out and Kayla quickly looked to his handsome face as she sucked her Daddy as hard as she could. ‘Suck it all out! You want every last drop, don’t you?’ He asked as his hips moved in time with Kayla’s sucking.

‘I knew that would be good, but you made it even better Daddy,’ she smiled to the man she loved. ‘I’ll have to be sure and do that to you a bunch!’ Kayla added as she lay on the bed spreading her legs. ‘Daddy, will you kiss me now?’ She asked sticking out her lip. ‘My cunt is on fire and I need my Daddy to fix it all better,’ she whispered in her ‘baby’ voice to him. Kayla knew her Daddy would please her now. His skills at kissing would be just as great between her young legs as he teased her excited clit and swollen pussy lips. ‘Daddy, eat my cunt!’ Kayla said in a firm voice to her Daddy and watched him move between her legs.

He smiled to Kayla as he began to delicately kiss her smooth left thigh. His strong left hand slid under her luscious behind as his right moved to the outside of Kayla’s leg, lightly caressing as he tenderly kissed and suckled her sensitive flesh. Kissing higher, towards her young mound of burning sex, a soft, heavenly scent of a woman in need filled his nose. He slowly inhaled the wonderful scent, savoring it along with Kayla’s moans of pleasure. Higher he kissed, until reaching the soft elastic of Kayla’s tiny panties. His warm tongue carefully traced the edge of the delicate garment, from just below her quivering thigh up to her waiting hip, sending new pleasures through her young body.

More moans of pleasure escaped her body as her wonderful Daddy kissed little by little moving closer to her burning desire. ‘Oh Daddy!’ Kayla moaned out feeling things rushing through her young body that she could have never fantasized. She knew Daddy would be a wonderful lover, but this was beyond all of her most fiery dreams. ‘You’re going to tease me to death!’ Kayla cried out with pain mixed with intense pleasure in her loving voice as Daddy moved to her waiting right thigh.

He carefully switched hands under Kayla’s behind, letting his left-hand slide over the tummy he dearly loved, across her ribs until he found Kayla’s right breast and nipple. ‘Oh Daddy!’ She whimpered as he carefully rolled her excited young nipple between his loving fingers. ‘Is sex always this wonderful?’ Kayla asked with tears of love in her soft blue eyes.

‘It will be with us,’ he replied slowing leaning to her thigh, kissing and gently sucking her wanting, young flesh. He kissed to the edge of Kayla’s panties, but this time he traced the tip of his tongue down the very center of her burning.

‘Oh Daddy!’ Kayla screamed out as her back arched with pleasure. ‘Yes!’ izmir escort She whimpered as her Daddy began to place soft kisses over her young panty covered pussy, making sure that he kissed Kayla’s excited clit more than any other spot. His warm tongue moved over her wet panties, deep into her soft folds of flesh. ‘Daddy!’ Kayla cried out as his tongue danced on her excited little clit. ‘I’m going to cum,’ she giggled out looking to see a big smile on his handsome face.

He quickly stopped. ‘Not yet!’ He smiled. ‘I haven’t even started yet. You need to pull these down,’ he said caressing the front of her panties. ‘I want to eat you all up! I need to taste you and savor your juices, then I’m slipping my tongue deep inside your wet little pussy and I want to feel you orgasm around it!’ He smiled helping Kayla pull off her soaked panties and tossed them across the room.

He slid his long, warm tongue deep into Kayla’s young pussy. ‘Oh my God!’ Kayla screamed out as her body wrapped tightly around her Daddy’s tongue. ‘It feels so good in me!’ She cried out spreading her legs and pussy for Daddy. ‘Yes! Oh Daddy!’ She moaned looking to see his face grinding into her young, little pussy.

Daddy slowly pulled his tongue from Kayla’s wet pussy. A soft whimper came from her panting mouth. “I hope you’re planning on putting something back in there?’ Kayla whispered helping her Daddy move up her body until his hard cock rested between her thighs. ‘Daddy, I’m ready!’ She said with teary eyes. ‘I need you inside me so bad!’ Kayla cried hugging her Daddy against her heaving breasts. He was the only man she had ever loved in all of her 18 years of life. Daddy had always been disabled and Kayla made it her life’s calling to care for him all she could. From helping him bathe when he hurt one of his arms or cooking all of Daddy’s favorite foods for dinner, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. And he in turn, always made sure he thanked his beautiful daughter with a warm, loving hug or spending just a little more on gifts for her.

‘I love you so much.’ Daddy said looking in Kayla’ pretty, blue eyes as he softly kissed her lips. ‘I’ve never loved anyone as much as I do you, not even your mom,’ he kissed Kayla again and moved his hard cock to her wet opening. ‘If I wasn’t your Daddy,’ he paused to look at her pretty, young face, kissing the tip of her nose. ‘I’d divorce your mom and marry you,’ he added enjoying her big smile.

Kayla felt tears running from her eyes as she caressed Daddy’s face. ‘I’d love to be your wife,’ she carefully kissed the man of her life and slowly spread her legs. ‘Could I have your baby?’ Kayla said helping Daddy move up her body, pushing his hard cock into her, giving him her most special gift. ‘Oh Daddy! Yes! Yes!’ Kayla cried hugging her man as tight as she could, smashing him into her breasts and holding him deep inside her spasming pussy. ‘You feel so good in my cunt!’ Kayla moaned hugging Daddy to her body.

‘Oh baby girl!’ Daddy moaned as her tight pussy muscles locked around his shaft. ‘You’re my first virgin,’ he smiled down to his beautiful daughter and the love of his life. ‘I love you!’ He moaned out as he started moving his hips, letting his cock slide in and out of his baby girls’ body.

Kayla hugged him so tight her arms hurt. ‘Well, we both just got a wonderful treat!’ She said moving her hips to match his thrusting in her body. ‘I got my Daddy to make me his woman and Daddy got a hot cherry!’ Kayla giggled moving her hips faster. ‘Oh go Daddy!’ Kayla cried out. ‘I’m cuming! I’m cuming on my Daddy!’ Kayla screamed out wrapping her very strong legs around her Daddy’s hips, ramming his hardened cock shaft deep into her orgasming pussy.

‘Baby!’ Daddy groaned out as Kayla pushed him so deep inside her. ‘Go baby, cum on Daddy,’ he moaned out enjoying the feel of her squeezing his cock with her tight pussy. ‘Oh shit!’ Daddy yelled and his cock started filling Kayla with hot Daddy cum. ‘Oh I love you so much!’ He moaned out gently sucking her tender neck. ‘I love you,’ he whispered in her ear.

Kayla’s hands caressed Daddy as he lie across her young body. She knew from that second on, that no other man would ever enjoy her body but her Daddy. No other man would love her the way he did and she knew he needed her to love and care for him. ‘I love you, Daddy.’ Kayla whispered knowing he was falling asleep with his cock was still deep inside her.

Early the next morning.

‘I don’t fucking believe this,’ mom yelled to Larry and Kayla. ‘I knew something was going on between you two. How could you fuck your own Daughter?’ She screamed out with anger.

‘It was really easy, if you want to know.’ Larry laughed leaning to kiss Kayla. ‘And it was really good too!’ He laughed again and sat up next to Kayla. ‘If you knew how to be a wife and lover, this wouldn’t have never happened.’

She stood looking to him and her daughter. ‘I’m leaving. You two just go on fucking each other all you like,’ she said shaking her head in disgust. ‘I hope you’re happy,’ she added and stomped away.

‘We will be, thank you!’ Larry laughed pulling Kayla on him. ‘I think it’s your turn little girl! Fuck Daddy and your soon to be husband,’ he added kissing the beautiful young girl that he loved with all of his heart.

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February 1992: New York City

I hadn’t seen Robert since November and I ached for him. He did call me a few times when he was able to get away and tell me what was going on. Job hunting wasn’t going well. Pamela had tight reins on him now with the baby and he just couldn’t get away. It made me depressed, but I had to deal with it.

Christmas came and went. I went home to Virginia, but he didn’t. Instead his mother came to New York and they celebrated Christmas there.

The cold weather arrived and I went into a funk. I went out on a few dates, but I just wasn’t into it. I yearned for Robert like never before.

Then something great happened – a few days before Valentine’s Day, a package was waiting for me at my apartment. It was box wrapped in shiny red paper and a huge red bow. I quickly brought it in my apartment and tore off the paper.

When I opened the box, I smiled at the contents. Only one person would send me something like this. Inside was some of the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen and it was all red. There was a pair of sheer red panties that would barely cover my mound and didn’t cover any of my ass; a red garter belt with sheer black stockings and a red pushup bra. My body turned to jelly as I looked at it all. That could only mean one thing – we was coming to see me. But when?

Then I noticed the note. It said that he had to go to Boston for a job interview this weekend. He was taking the train and he wanted me to go along. Along with the note was a ticket. He wanted me to wear this under my clothes, but the only catch was that we couldn’t be seen together. We could ride in the same car, but not sit together as he was afraid of being seen. But once we were Boston, we were free.

I smiled and was thrilled. I would cancel all appointments on Friday and spend the day at the spa. We would take the evening train.

So I found myself at Penn Station on Friday evening wrapped in a long coat. Underneath were a short leather skirt and a black cashmere sweater. And under that was another story. I looked around for him at the station and spotted him near the newsstand. He winked at me and went back to his paper. A shiver went through my body.

It seemed like forever before the train came. Relieved, I boarded and took a seat by myself. I saw Robert settle into a seat at the other end of the car. I took my coat off and arranged myself with a book and tried to read.

It didn’t go so good and I wondered how I would be able to last the four or so hours to Boston. So far he hadn’t made a move to come see me and I wasn’t sure if I should. So I waited patiently.

After about an hour he got up and walked past me. He didn’t look at me, but a piece of paper fell into my lap. I opened it and it said: bathroom.

I knew exactly what he had in mind and my body trembled in excitement. I was close to the end of the car, so I heard him go into the single bathroom there. I waited about 3 minutes and then went over to the door. It was unlocked and I slipped inside. I doubt anyone noticed but by then I didn’t care.

He was waiting for me and I flung myself into his arms and kissed him passionately. The bathrooms on trains are a little bigger than the ones on planes and there was plenty of room for us. We kissed long and hard and I felt myself melting into his arms. I didn’t want anyone else – I wanted him and only him.

He broke the kiss and looked at me.

“God, you’re so incredibly sexy, cuz. Don’t ever change,” he said huskily.

I laughed.

“I trust you are wearing what I sent you?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” I giggled.

“Good, van escort let me see it.”

I smiled and pulled the sweater over my head and hung it on the door. He whistled as he saw my breasts come into view. The bra pushed them up obscenely and gave me huge cleavage. I could tell he liked it as I noticed a slight bulge in his pants.

“Now the skirt.”

I reached back and unzipped my skirt. We were only inches away from each other, but he wouldn’t touch me – yet. I let it drop and he licked his lips when he saw my pussy through the sheer panties. I turned around and showed him my practically bare ass.

“Wow…I have good taste, huh?”

I laughed and turned back around to him. He looked at me and there was a bit of mischief in his eye. I wondered what was up (besides him).

“I have a surprise for you,” he said. “But I need to step out for a minute. Don’t move.”

“Oh, I won’t,” I said laughing. “Just hurry back.”

“I will. Lock the door and I’ll knock quietly when I come back.”

He left and I stood there feeling very sexy and very, very horny. I admired myself in the mirror and primped my hair. I added more lipstick.

The minutes ticked by and I got a little impatient. I almost wanted to get dressed and find him, but I figured he’d be angry. I just thought it better be a good surprise. Maybe he was going to get us some coke – for old times sake. My mind delighted at this idea.

Finally there was knock and I opened the door.

“It’s about-“

I stopped suddenly when I realized it wasn’t Robert. Another man stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. He was smiling at me.

I tried to cover myself up.

“I…uh…this-“

“Oh no, this is the right bathroom,” he said. “Your man told me to come in here. He said there was a sexy young slut in here needing some attention.”

My mouth opened in shock. So that was the surprise, I thought. I looked at the guy. He was around forty with long hair pulled back into a pony tail. He was dressed sharply like a businessman and he was fairly handsome with dark features. His eyes were roaming all over my body and he reached out to touch my breast.

At first I wanted to shy away, but I knew that this was part of Robert’s game. I had to go along.

“You have lovely breasts,” he said as he squeezed one. “Why don’t you take off that bra?”

I reached back and unhooked it and placed it on the sink. He grasped each one in his hands and squeezed roughly. It was just what I wanted and I moaned softly.

“Like that?”

“Yesssss”

He pinched my nipples and pulled them towards him. I gasped and he smiled.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

He bent his head and took one nipple into my mouth and bit it hard. He anticipated my scream and placed his hand over my mouth. I had forgotten where we were. He bit the other one and again his hand muffled my screams. But they were screams of passion, believe me. I was becoming so turned on by this.

“Take off those panties and the garter, but leave the stockings and the heels on,” he said when he was done with my breasts.

I did as he asked and stood before him trembling. My nipples were rock hard and throbbed from the abuse. My pussy was tingling and I could tell I was very wet.

“Get up on that sink and spread those long legs of yours,” he said roughly.

I hopped up on the sink and spread my legs for him. This was so exciting, I could barely contain myself. He was a tall guy and he had to get on his knees to face my pussy. He touched my glistening yalova escort lips with his finger.

“Wet already, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna lick this beautiful pussy of yours anyways. But I don’t want you screaming out, ok?

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He pushed his face into my mound and began to blow lightly across my slit. A deep groan came from my throat, but I didn’t cry out. Next, he pulled apart my lips and ran his tongue along them. I shivered. He did that for away and took long licks from my asshole to my clit and back again. I trembled all over. Then he finally found my clit when he sucked it into his mouth I cried out – unable to help myself.

He stopped and pulled away. I stood there looking down at him, breasts heaving.

“That won’t do,” he said with a frown. “But I can take care of that.”

I watched as he got my panties and balled them up.

“Open wide,” he said.

My mouth gaped open and he stuffed it inside me. I was shocked but strangely excited.

“Ok, that should do it,” he said as he went back to work.

For the next little while he ate my pussy. He was incredible. Several times I came close to cumming, but he would stop for a little while before doing it again and run his hands all over my smooth legs. Over and over he did this, driving me crazy. His tongue and his fingers were fucking me in ways I didn’t think possible. It was amazing. But at last he wanted me to cum.

He drove his fingers into me hard and fucked me while his tongue nipped my clit. Each time he bit it my body would spasm. I leaned against the mirror and roughly grabbed my tits – pulling and twisting my nipples. I was going to cum this time, I could feel it. And he felt it too. He kept up the pace and suddenly I exploded. My whole body tensed and I wailed and moaned behind my gag. My orgasm lasted forever and when I was done, I was completely spent. I sat there, legs open and gasped.

He stood up and wiped the cum from his face.

“I love to eat pussy,” he said.

I regarded him with half open eyes. He took the panties from my mouth and grabbed my bra and put them into his coat.

“Well I must be off. That was very enjoyable.”

And with that he let himself out.

I eventually came to my senses and took in what had just happened. I couldn’t believe Robert did that, but I wasn’t going to complain. What had just happened was incredible.

I got off the sink, cleaned myself up and was suddenly aware of the fact that I had no underwear. I had to get dressed without it. Wearing no panties was ok, I had done it before. But I always wore a bra. My tits were big and bouncy and would be extremely noticeable. My nipples were still hard and sensitive and would be poking out. I silently cursed Robert and let myself out.

By now it was dark outside. I wondered vaguely how long I was in there. Most people had gone to dinner and my stomach growled thinking about that, but I was afraid to go to the dining car dressed as I was. So instead, I found my seat and got ready to sit down.

Robert was there waiting. There were no lights on above us and it was pretty dark, but there he was. I sat down next to him and leaned over to kiss him.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my pretty little slut?” he whispered.

“Oh yes, but-“

“But what?”

“He took my underwear!”

He chuckled. “Well, I had to give him something for his efforts.”

I didn’t find that amusing, but I wasn’t going to complain. I was still feeling dizzy from that orgasm.

He turned to me and began çorlu escort to caress my breasts through the sweater.

“Mmmmm…very nice. You should go bra-less more often.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny.”

He didn’t stop, though. Then he leaned over and began to nibble on my neck.

“Is your cunt still wet?” he asked.

“Um, a little, I guess.”

“Spread your legs a little,” he murmured into my hair.

I opened them for him and his hand snaked up under my skirt until he found my naked mound. He pushed a finger between my lips and found that it was still very wet indeed. He slowly withdrew his finger and brought it to his mouth where he sucked my juices from it.

“Oh yes, very wet. Turn and face me.”

I swiveled around in my seat and faced him. I felt a shiver of anticipation and I loved when he told me what to do.

“Push your sweater up. I want to see those tits.”

I looked around quickly. The car was pretty empty. I pushed my sweater up and over my breasts and shuddered as they were suddenly exposed to him.

“Play with them,” he said in a hoarse voice.

I shut my eyes and began to pull and pinch my sensitive nipples. They still hurt a bit from the rough treatment earlier and within seconds they were rock hard.

My eyes fluttered open as I heard him slide his zipper down. I looked at him in the darkness and although I couldn’t really see his face, I knew what he wanted me to do. I leaned over him and he pushed my face into his lap. His cock was still soft and I eagerly stuffed it into my mouth and began to suck it. He was extremely quiet, not wanting to draw attention to us, but his breathing got heavy.

When at least he reached full hardness, I ran my lips up and down his shaft. He clutched my head tighter and forced me down on him. I gagged as his cock filled my mouth and pushed against my throat, but I never stopped. I wanted his cum very badly. I began to move my head up and down while stroking his balls. When I did this, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I could tell he was trying to hold back, but I wasn’t going to let him. I needed some payback for the underwear.

He reached across my back and pulled up my skirt. I felt the cool air touch my bare ass. When I tried to pull it back down, he batted my hand away.

“You can fix yourself after you make me cum,” he said.

I increased my strokes and finally got him right to the edge. I felt his balls tighten in my hands and his hips lifted up and with that he came in my mouth. He let out a short gasp and my mouth flooded with his cum. I sucked every drop out of him and swallowed it all. As soon as he finished I pulled away, fixed my skirt and sweater and stood up.

He sat there gasping.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I need a drink.” Although he couldn’t tell, I was smiling.

I came back a few minutes later with two soft drinks for us. My face was deeply flushed from the looks I got from the men that noticed my bouncing breasts under my sweater. It was somewhat embarrassing, but I was really thirsty. I didn’t see my friend from earlier and was glad. I couldn’t take that.

By the time we were in Rhode Island, I was asleep. My head was resting against Robert’s shoulder and I felt safe and happy with him. I hadn’t considered the fact that if he got the job in Boston, he would be leaving New York. I was still in bliss knowing he was mine for the weekend.

I slept all the way into Boston and as we pulled into South Station, he gently woke me up. I yawned and stretched and he kissed me very tenderly. My heart flooded with love for him and I told him how much I loved him. He smiled at me and whispered that he loved me too. At that moment I could have believed that we were together forever and there were no wives and babies and family to know about us. Once again I was safe in another city.

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