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Several of us had been sharing small talk and a few beers at the company picnic down at the park at the lake a couple weeks ago when Helen, the new seventeen-year-old intern told me that she had come with her friend Jody. Helen said that she was not going to be going straight back to town after the picnic. She asked me if I would give Jody a ride home. Jody was a beautiful twenty-one year old, five-foot-four inch girl with shoulder length blond hair and a body that most people would say is perfect. How could any guy in his right mind say no?

Over the next hour we each had two more beers as well as dogs and chips and ice cream. That was four for me in about three hours but I felt OK. I told Jody that I was ready to go and asked her if she still wanted a ride. She gave me a big smile and said yes and that she was ready. We climbed into my black Jetta TDI and I pulled out of the park’s parking lot.

We hadn’t been on the road for more than about five minutes when Jody had her top pulled up, exposing her high, firm C-cup boobs to me and had half of my seven inch, twenty-four year old cock in her mouth giving me one of the best blowjobs I had ever gotten. My right hand was around her back, playing with her right tit. Jody kept it up, with strong suction and a rapid sliding of her tight lips up and down my ridged shaft while squeezing my balls. Each time that only my cock head was in her mouth, she would slide her tongue around the tip. When I gave her nipple a firm pinch, she playfully but firmly bit down on the middle of my shaft and growled to show me that she could return the favor. After about five minutes I knew that I was about to blast a load in her mouth and I could not concentrate on my driving so I pulled over. A tractor-trailer driver passed us and could see what was happening. He blew his horn as he passed. I told her that I was about to cum and hoped that she would not stop. I wasn’t disappointed. I shot stream after stream of my hot, thick spunk into her mouth and she swallowed every bit and licked the tip of my cock to get the last drop. All this happened without my ever saying a single sexually suggestive thing to her.

Jody smiled at me. “I’ve been wanting to do that from the first day I saw you. I don’t have to go home right away if you want more.” I thought for a minute and realized it would be about another two hours before my wife got home from her job. This wasn’t the first time I had cheated on my wife. As a matter of fact, I escort soğanlık was pretty well know at work as being really good in the sack and always looking for someone to share my hot, thick salty cum with. Jody had probably been told about me by some of the other ladies at work. I gave Jody a big kiss, which she gladly returned, driving her tongue deep into my mouth, and then I started driving toward my house. I could faintly taste my cum on her pouty lips. She kept her hand on my cock as we drove.

I’m Paul. I’m six-foot-two and am in great shape. I like to wear tight clothing that shows off my chest and my package. I keep my light brown hair shoulder length. People say that I look like a surfer. I’m twenty-four and work at a medium sized company here in Atlanta. There are around fifty employees. Probably a third of them are female and I have had my cock in one or more holes of probably more than half of those over the last couple of years. They have ranged all the way from Jane, the owner’s petite eighteen-year-old virgin daughter to Yolanda, our two hundred pound, black accounting manager who gave me a great deepthroat blowjob at her retirement party.

I pulled into the garage and before the door was even closed, Jody had her top fully off over her head. We got out of the car and I came around and took her hand. My cock was still hanging out from my open fly and she had her tank top in her hand. I led her into the living room. She turned to me and as she was pulling her mini skirt and thong down she said, “I’m really looking forward to having that wonderful big hard cock between my legs but first I hope you want to eat my little pussy and make me cum for you.”

I told her that I was looking forward to it and pushed her back onto the couch. I got down on my knees, between her widely spread legs and dove head first into her cleanly shaved, pouty cunt lips.

She put her fingers into my hair and pulled me tight to her as I licked her from clit to asshole and shoved my tongue as far up her cunt as I could get it. Jody moaned and bucked her hips into my face. Soon Jody was cumming. “Oooooh yessss. That’s it, just like that. Eat my cunt. ohhhhhh shit!” She flooded with her female juices. I’ve found that some girls are bitter tasting but not this little minx. Her juices were sweet and tasty. I kept licking till she started to come down from her high.

She asked me if I could go more escort esenyalı than once and I told her that I could. “Good. Lay on the floor.” I did as she said and she climbed on top of me in the sixty-nine position and stared blowing me again. I just enjoyed it for a couple minutes before I stated licking her again. I came first and again she did not spill a drop. My cumming brought her to another orgasm and she came so wetly that her girl cum dripped down my cheeks.

Jody got off me and I stood up. I took her in my arms and carried her to my bed. On the way, she whispered in my ear, “I’m on the pill so you don’t have to wear a condom if you don’t want to. I want you to fill my pussy so full of your cum that I can’t hold it all.” She didn’t know that I did not even have a condom and had had no intention of wearing one. I hate rubbers.

When we reached the bed, I threw her about the last two feet. She landed on her back and bounced and giggled. She spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up. I climbed between her legs, held my cock to her wet opening and with one firm push; I buried my thick seven inches all the way up her snatch. Jody’s mouth flew open; “Ahhhhhhhh” was all that she said. I pounded her cunt hard and deep and fast. I had no intention of being gentle and loving with this little fuck cunt. I had never been with a woman that was so sexually aggressive and I intended to be just as sexually aggressive in return. Jody moaned and rolled her head back and forth. She grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and my chest hair with the other.

After a couple minutes of pounding her this way she came, loudly. Then I rolled us over so she was on top. My cock never came out of her fuck tunnel. She got the idea and started riding me. She bounced up and down on my manhood. I really enjoyed watching her firm young tits bounce up and down on her chest as she did. Her eyes were closed and she was working up a sweat as she rode me as fast and as hard as she could. Finally I stopped her, pulled out and put her on her hands and knees. I got behind her and slipped back onto her wet and well stretched cunt doggie style. Her head was on the bed and her ass was up in the air as I reamed her good.

I had lost count of how many orgasms she had, both big and small. Finally I came again. I held her hips and drove in as deep as I could and felt my cock pulse five or six times deep inside of her. I knew that escort güzelyalı each pulse was a large blast of cum. Jody squeezed my shaft with her muscles, milking every bit of my seed out of my prick. We collapsed on the bed. “Don’t take it out. Leave your wonderful cock in me.” As we lay there on our sides, she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, continuing to gently fuck herself with my half hard cock. After several minutes I felt myself coming back to life. Jody felt it also and told me that she was ready for me to fuck her again.

She had one untouched hole left and that was my next target. With my prick still in her I put my thumb against her ass hole and started to push. Jody reached back and pulled my hand away. She firmly said, “I don’t do anal.” OK, I could live with that. I rolled her on to her stomach with me on her back and her legs tightly together inside of mine. I started slowly sliding in out of her as she lay flat on the bed. As my erection stiffened, I picked up speed. Soon we were making the bed bounce. “Yesss. Fuck me with the wonderful fat meat stick. Give it to me. Fill me with another hot load. Yessss!” After all the sex we had done, I lasted more than ten minutes this time and sweat was dripping down my forehead when I finally blasted another load deep into her.

When I collapsed and rolled off of her, Jody spun around and quickly sucked my cock clean. I was actually starting to get a little tender but it still felt good. Jody got off the bed and I followed her. She jumped up in my arms with her legs tight around my waist. I felt a mixture of her and my cum leaking out of her pussy and running down my stomach into my pubic hair. She gave me a big kiss. “That was great. I really, really liked it and I’ll never forget it.”

I asked her if she would like to get together again in a few days and got an answer that surprised me. “No Paul. I’ve got a steady boyfriend and I promised him that I would never date any other guys more than once, so today was it, but I want you to know that you were one of my best fucks ever and I really enjoyed our time together.” She dropped down and gave my cock another kiss. Then she put her mini skirt and top back on. She put her thong in her purse and went to the door. “I only live about four blocks away so I’ll just walk home.” As she walked down the sidewalk, she flipped up the back of her skirt and wiggled her cute little bare ass at me. You could still see cum dripping down the insides of her thighs. She skipped away like a little girl.

I went back into the house. I noticed the clock and saw that my wife would be home from work in about fifteen minutes. I went to the bedroom to get dressed. That’s when I saw the big soaking wet spot in the middle of our bed. “Oh shit. What can I do about that in the next fifteen minutes?”

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She only has the one dress; he reflects on this while it comes off of her, short and drop-waisted and made in black, skimming over supple skin the color of coffee mixed with creamer. It’s just the dress, she doesn’t wear anything under it. This makes the show better. His cock strains the fly of his slacks when his eyes find her cunt, hairless and tight with her barcode tattooed off to the side, nestled at the crux of her hip. The dress is just brushing her navel when his hands palm her thighs, nose pressing against the bare mons above her smoky pink lips. The tip of his tongue parts them, but it’s the flat surface of it that finds her clit and strokes a saliva-laden caress across the sensitive nub. She breathes out quickly. He can feel her thighs flex and begin to tremble, thick and lean under his calloused fingers.

Her breasts come next. He watches as his tongue circles, running down the length of the slit to taste her when her nipples appear, dark and dense and stiff in the cool air; she’s small enough to cover one tit under each hand. He considers that as his tongue massages the inner lips of her pussy. She’s soaked his tongue, escort beykoz almost sweet, enough to give his cock a pulse while it presses into his zipper.

He doesn’t let her stay on her feet once the dress is off. His hands drag her down onto her bony knees and move from her thighs to her hips, squeezing, pulling, before his fingers are on her tits. One nipple is pinched between the rough pad of his thumb and forefinger, wrist twisting; she sighs her whimper and he eats up the sight of her fat bottom lip quivering. He twists harder. His free hand palms her cunt, two fingers spreading her lips so the middle can crush against her clit, making her hips buck forward. She fucks the air like this once, twice, three times as he grinds the thick middle digit into her. If it hurts, she says nothing.

His hands release her and he forces her down, using her wide hips to control her, putting her on her knees on the floor. While he goes for his fly, he revels in the sight of her ass; she’s bottom heavy, fleshy, spankable. To prove it, his hand comes down against one cheek, and she gasps and escort sancaktepe humps the air once. His cock springs forward and throbs in the apartment air, eager. Her shoulders are forced to the floor with one hand and she’s drawn back to him, the other hand on her thigh again, pussy soaked and warm between them.

Watching her cunt stretch and spread around the thick head of his cock is a treat. She’s tight. He veritably splits her when he drives forward, velvet walls like a vise on his shaft; he impales her on all nine inches, balls slapping the apex of her lips, crushing against her clit. She whimpers and everything tightens around him. He pulls out, so hard it hurts, covered in her, shaft glossy in the dim light and head beading with precum. Again, he splits her, fucking her with force, driving her knees over the hard floor. It’s almost too much when her cunt shudders around him, but he goes still, enjoying the slick wet warmth while collecting himself.

He moves his hand from her thigh and pinches her clit between his thumb and forefinger, making her fuck him, hips escort bağdat caddesi grinding. Her moaning fills the shabby room, breathless and earnest. Her nails dig against the floor. His eyes stay on her cunt; he pulls out, exposing himself once more, watching her lips tighten and waiting. His fingers twist and everything glistens more, lips to thighs. The head of his cock splits her and he drives forward, bottoming out. He groans; she screams and convulses around him, her orgasm drawing her tighter, over and over again. He rides it out, feeling himself quick on her heels.

Before he spills in her, he pulls out, pearly cum splashing over her fat-cheeked ass in stark comparison to her dark skin. He’s still rigid when another wave coats her lower back, still hard when he shoves himself back into the still-coming vise of her sweet pink pussy. Everything heats up when he comes just inside her, spilling out around his shaft and preparing to drip off of her skin. She whimpers. He drives himself forward, leaving the last of it as he bottoms out again. She’s too tired to complain this time, exhausted on the floor, letting him fuck her until he’s spent.

He only drops her when he’s finished, lounging back with his back against the couch, watching her. She’s a mess, but he makes her get up anyways, watching the cum inch over her skin, over her thighs. She doesn’t get to clean up; he sends her to the kitchen, five feet away, swaying on her feet. It’s almost enough to get him hard again.

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Ellen, I think to myself, you are so silly for being here. Here is a loud house party in a different part of town. The voice in my head scolds me, “Girl, you don’t even like this hard rock kind of music. You should never have come here with that skanky girl from your sorority. You hardly even know her.”

There I am a college junior who should know better. I’m dressed in my normal student knee-length skirt and blouse beside my sorority sister who is dressed in a tiny party dress that is short enough to almost show off her panties, that’s if she is wearing any. Claire is a real piece of work. She sneaks in after curfew often and tells us girls tales of hot sex and macho men that make all of us blush. She is only a freshman but has had more experience with boys than all of us.

Lots of boys on campus ask me out. They seem to think I am pretty and I even had a photographer that was here on an assignment with Playboy magazine ask me if I wanted to pose for their College Girls edition. But of course I said no. I would simply die if folks back home ever saw me in the nude.

My goodness, how did I get here. It was a perfect storm of things. Brad, my boyfriend back in South Dakota and I had a spat on our Skype call and I was in an angry mood. Claire kept calling me a nerd and a chicken girly, girl and that got my goat even though it is totally true. When she dared me to go out with her to a party, for some strange reason I said yes. And here I am, standing against a wall with a can of Miller Lite in my hand with a nervous look on my face beside a sexy young chick in a fuck-me dress flashing big, come-here big toothy smiles at any good looking guy that looks her way. There are plenty of nice looking guys. These are a bit older than our college crowd and more street-wise. The girls are all young though and most were dressed like Claire, proud of their assets and advertising them. The music blared and a dozen couples were dancing to the heavy beat of the rock music.

Thank goodness I didn’t wear one of those sexy kind of dresses. True be known, I don’t even have a sexy dress like that. That is not my style. I hope the guys here get the hint that I am not ‘that kind of girl’. I’m at college to get a degree and go back to South Dakota and settle down. I’m not the smartest student so I have to study a lot and that means not socializing very much. Sex hasn’t been a big part of my life. My boyfriend Brad and I had sex a few times after I graduated from high school and when I went home for summer break after my freshman year, but it hasn’t been the fireworks that Cosmopolitain magazine says it should be. I haven’t had real sex for seven months. Brad gets so horny back home that I have to strip and flash for him on our weekly Skype call so that he can jerk off and not go crazy. I must admit that turns me on and after we disconnect, I always masturbate until I orgasm. That has proven to me that the poor sex I’ve had with Brad is not due to my equipment not working. But this isn’t something to worry about until I get back home to South Dakota.

Oh, oh, here comes a tall hunk of a guy in his late twenties coming straight at us. His eyes are locked on Claire and hear her squeal, throw up her arms and leap into his embrace. He grabs a handful of her ass brazenly and gives her a deep kiss as she mashes her body to his.

Their bodies part and he looks down at her and says, “Hey baby, thanks for coming. I’ve missed you.”

She looks up with a huge smile and replies, “I would never miss one of your great parties, Jack”

I think, “Yes, good name, he’s a Jack type of guy.” He has dark brown hair in a country and western longish cut with that trimmed three-days-growth beard that is so stylish and manly on his handsome face. He could have stepped out of a Budweiser commercial.

Jack looks down at me. I am almost five eleven but he is at least six four. “Claire, who is your gorgeous friend?”

“You are always asking me about my college friends, so I brought Carol to your party.” She turns to me. “Carol, this is Jack. This is his house and his party.”

Jack looks me up and down slowly like he wants to eat me. I’m sure all the girls fall in his arms. I have an overwhelming urge to put my hands in front of my crotch but successfully fight the urge. Since coming to university in the big city, I’ve become a bit of a feminist but right now I feel like the weaker sex beside an alpha male. My goodness, it’s like he is looking through my clothes. He steps towards me and my mind panic thinking he is going to hug me and grab my ass like he did with Claire. I shot out my hand nervously as a handshake gesture. He looks down at it and breaks into a big smile and gallantly shakes my hand. I can feel callouses so I guess he doesn’t have a desk job.

“Hi, Carol. Nice to meet you. Claire keeps talking about the plain looking geeks at her sorority but you are beautiful. Thanks for coming. You give his party a touch of class.”

He continues to hold my hand as he looks deep into my eyes. I can escort acıbadem feel a blush on my cheeks. “Damn it,” I think, “I’m acting like a teenager. Hell I’m twenty-one.”

“Why don’t I get you two hot chicks a fresh beer? I’ll be right back.” He flashes me a big flirty smile. He has such a tight butt encased in tight jeans as he walks off. I might be a bit prudish but a girl has eyes.

Claire turns to me, “Fuck, aren’t you lucky. I think he’s in love with you. My god, I’ve been after him for months and he won’t even let me give him a blow-job. He’s a real catch. His daddy owns a big homebuilding company and Jack is learning the ropes.” That explains the callouses on his hands and the nice house we are in. Thankfully, he’s not a drug dealer or something. Anything’s possible with Claire.

“Claire, I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I just came to have a night out after exams.” I am feeling the strong beat of the music and my body moves with it.

Jack is back with two cold beers for us and one for himself. He stands in front of me looking me in the face with a confident look. I sip my beer. The eye contact is to hot so I look down shyly. He is dressed in nice light grey silk shirt that clings tightly to his toned developed muscular chest and thin waist. With my eyes lowered, I can see he has a big bulge in the front of his jeans. My goodness, it’s getting hot in here and that music is really sexy. I must say he is quite a package but there is no way I want a college girl fling. I have a practical life and a great one ahead of me in South Dakota. My hips start to swivel to the heavy rock beat.

He breaks into a masculine grin and says, “Let’s dance.” I nod yes. How can that be bad? He grips my hand strongly and pulls me into the center of the dancing bodies. The others part in respect to give us access when they see that it is Jack. Other’s seem to respect him. It’s like the alpha male instinct that I am learning about in biology 101.

This is a fast song and we dance facing each other a few feet apart. The room is a bit dark but I can see the other dancers clearly. He is an excellent dancer and I try to keep up. My body feels great as we move and shake. Some of the girls around us are shaking their asses and grinding their crotches into the thighs of their guys. Jack pulls me to him and our chests touch. I feel an electric shock in my nipples as they slide across his chest. It is too intense so I back away and we dance close but apart some more. He eats me up and down with his blue eyes like I am his prey and rather than making me feel fear, I feel special and protected. My breasts are only a 34B but I push them out towards his gaze to show them off. I can’t do any harm and it makes me feel sexier than I ever have before. He sees my actions and a shit-ass grin comes across his face as he ogles my breasts. No doubt, he has seen a lot of breasts.

Clair appears out of nowhere and hands Jack a marijuana joint. He sucks in the smoke and hands it to me. I have smoke a bit of pot but not too often. I don’t want to be a prude so I inhale deeply. The room tilts immediately and pleasant feeling washes over me. Wow, that is stronger stuff than I have ever had. Clair vanishes.

Now the heavy beat of the music is really going through my body. I love the feeling. I see Jack is looking over at two hot looking girls who are dancing together. They see him and start gyrating their hips seductively. The message is clear. No way, he’s with me. I put my hands over my head and swivel my hips to the beat. I wish I had short dress like them but my pleated skirt rises up enough to show him a lot of my thighs. Jack sees me and his pleased look means he likes what I am doing. I think he really likes me. The other skanks can get lost. Geez, it’s a good thing Brad and the folks can’t see me now flirting like this. But there’s no harm for a young girl to have a bit of fun.

Jack pulls me to him and I melt into his hard body. I can smell the musky odor of his sweat. It’s intoxicating. Our hips are out of tempo and bump but soon are locked and swaying together in a crazy making way. I nestle my cheek into his chest and float in an ocean of sensuality. His hands slowly move from my waist and my logical brain knows they are going to my ass-cheeks and I should stop him but my animal brain can’t wait to feel his strong hands caressing them. I give him a little hug as a sign that he can go on. I have no doubt he would grab his new prize regardless.

Holy shit, his hands feel great. He doesn’t just stroke my butt, he grips it strongly and massages it deeply. My world is his hands and my ass in a sea of heavy rock music. I can hardly breathe with the shear lust that is in my brain. I can feel my nostrils flare as I fill my lungs with hot air. Instinctively, my head tilts back and I kiss his neck below his jaw. He has a rough stubble of a mature man. I reach up and join my hands behind his neck to give him total access to my body. I am feeling so escort dudullu slutty. This kind of music is great.

His hands slide up my waist. I expect him to touch my breasts outside my blouse but he has other ideas. He undoes two top buttons and looks deeply into my eyes as he slips his hand slowly down my chest, into my bra and under to cup my breast, skin on skin. I shot of panic hits me knowing that the other people could see him holding my breast. What kind of girl would they think I am? Then he lightly pinches my nipple and I almost have an orgasm right there in the middle of the floor. Holy shit, my vagina is gushing. What’s happening to me? He pinches and I give a low moan that I am sure other can hear but I don’t care. He undoes more buttons and I can see his hand deep in my bra and then he pulls my globe out and he is looking down at my small light pink areola and erect nipple. I feel exposed to everybody around us but his touch is all I care about.

He dips his head to mine and our lips meet. Our tongues dance and search within each other’s mouth. I never thought a kiss could be this incredible. Both his hands return to my ass and he grinds my pussy into his crotch. I can feel his hard erection against my girlie parts. My hands go to his rock hard butt and I grind him to me with an equal vigor. I can hear him give a low animal growl even with the loud music swirling around us.

He steps back, grabs my hand and pulls me to walk behind him. I trot obediently. Wherever he is going, I want to go too. I’m hoping we can go somewhere private to make out. As we speed along, I realize my blouse is open and my right breast is hanging fully out of the cup of my bra. I blush as I realize all these guys we pass are seeing my nakedness. We go down a crowded hall to a stairway that leads downstairs to a large playroom with a pool table and large screen TV. There are several leather sofas and loveseats and large stuffed leather chairs. Three or four couples were making out passionately with no thought of anybody around them. The music upstairs is muffled.

Jack sits me on a love seat and says, “I’m going to get us a beer. I’ll be right back.” He turns and goes up the stairs. There is that wonderful butt again. I am sitting here, self-conscious, not knowing what to do while I wait. I tuck my breast back into my bra. I do up a couple of buttons but leave the top four undone. I don’t mind if he feels me up down here in this playroom but I hope to have sex in his bedroom if it comes to that.

A girl on a sofa to my right slides down to the floor and unzips her man’s pants and pulls out his good-sized manhood. She licks it up and down with gusto before popping the head into her mouth. The man has a contented grin on his face. He looks me in the eye. I am sure my eyes are just popping out of my head. This is something I have never witnessed before. I even avoid watching porn. As her head bobs up and down, I start to feel my pussy engorging. What an erotic sight. I have given my boyfriend a hand job but we never did oral sex. She seems to be relishing it.

Here is Jack. He hands me a beer and I gulp down a quarter of it. I am so thirsty from all the panting I’m doing. He sits on my right and I snuggle into his body. Over his shoulder, I can see the other three couples making out on their sofas. I am a little nervous. All of these feelings are a bit overwhelming but Jack seems to know what he is doing and is in no hurry. We finish our beers as the other couples moan in heat.

Jack leans in and kisses me deeply. My passion has been boiling close to the surface and in an instant I’m swept up in the moment. He looks down at me and says, “I didn’t tell you to button up your blouse.” My hands instantly go to the buttons and the blouse flies open to give him free access. My bra has a front clasp and he undoes that expertly. My breasts are now completely exposed. Thank goodness Jack was between me and the eyes of the others. He weighs my left breast and gives it is sweet squeeze. I moaned louder than I expected and lay back in the sofa. He kisses down my neck to the globe in his hand a sucks the areola into his mouth and flicks his tongue over my diamond hard nipple. A jolt of electricity goes directly to my pussy. I had to cross my knee over my thigh to give some needed friction to my pussy lips.

I looked to my right and the man that was getting a blow job is looking me straight in the eyes with a carnal hunger in them. He licks his lips. When Jack raised his head to nurse my left breast , the man had a clear view of my saliva covered right breast. His eyes eat up the view and his obvious desire sends my lust meter up a notch.

Jack sits up and reaches down to the hem of my skirt and runs his calloused hand up my thigh. My legs have a mind of their own and my knees pop open. I remember I have my granny white panties on, not thinking that anything would happen at the party. He reaches up to the waistband of my panties and pulls down. escort kavacık I lift my bottom off the sofa to help out and the panties are off in a flash. I can smell the strong odor of my pussy juices and I’m sure he can smell it too.

A loud voice come from over to my right, “I smell hot young pussy. Way to go Jack.” I almost die of embarrassment and I snuggle my blushing face into Jack’s shoulder. He doesn’t miss a beat. He lifts my skirt up over my waist, exposing my womanhood to his hungry gaze. I have never trimmed my pubic hair. I wonder if Jack likes a full beaver. He rakes his fingers through the silky hair and takes some between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a little twist.

“Sweet, ” he whispers, “I love your nice thick thatch of pussy hair.” I guess that answers my question.

He dips his finger down over my camel-toe notch and along the full length of my slit. The sensation is crazy-making. I bite into Jack’s chest in my passion. My hips instinctively hump up towards his hand. His forefinger finds the entrance to my vagina and slowly penetrates a couple of knuckle lengths inside. The top of his finger strokes my clit and after a few strokes, I am screaming a muffled scream into his chest as my pussy explodes into an earth-shattering orgasm.

I am panting and my brain is muddled as he removes his wonderful hand and I hear the distinctive sound of a zipper being opened. Of course, I knew Jack would want sexual release but I expected to be going to his bedroom for a private interlude.

I lifted my lips to his ear. “Jack, let’s go up to your bedroom and make love.”

“Sure love. But first a little oral sex.”

I look over at the other couples and they are almost all completely nude and having sex in all kinds of positions. One man is eating his girl’s pussy. Another is fucking his lady doggy-style. The guy who had been getting a BJ before has mounted his woman missionary-style and she is shouting encouragement as he pounds his hips into hers. They don’t care what I do and surely nobody back in North Dakota will ever find out. What the hell?

Jack slides down so his ass is over the edge of the sofa and his long circumcised staff is sticking straight up waiting. I feel his hand on the back of my head giving me encouragement to taste his manhood. I hesitate. Jack takes his other hand and pulls my hand to his staff. I grip it. It’s hot and feels like soft velvet over granite. My mouth instinctively moves to the engorged head and I open wide to take it in. The spunky, salt taste is so erotic. I run my tongue around the bulbous head and I can feel the ridge where it meets the staff. Jack gives a loud groan of pleasure and sweeps my hair back to give the others a clear view.

Jack takes a gentle handful of my hair and directs me to bob my mouth up and down on his stiff weapon. Whatever he wants, I do. I gag a bit when the head hits the back of my throat but when he sees that he is more careful.

He undoes his belt and lifts his ass off the sofa as he strips his jeans off with his penis still lodged in my mouth. I look over at the others and one man is screwing his girl doggy style and looks straight at me with a lecherous look on his face. I close my eyes and bob my head up and down.

Jack pulls my head up off his penis. “Give my balls a good lick sweetie, I love that.”

I think, “Geez, oh my god. That is so base.” I hesitate again.

He repeats loudly, “I SAID lick my fucking balls.” I obey and am thankful that he has shaved his ball-sack clean. I lick. “Ya baby, make them nice and wet. That’s a good girl.” I lick the wrinkled skin all over and feel the two eggs within slide away from my tongue action.

He pulls my head up and kneels on the floor in front of me. He takes off his shirt to be completely nude and pushes my chest back and pulls my hips over the edge of the sofa. My skirt is down but I realize that my panties are off. Oh my heavens, he is going to mount me right here in front of everybody! I bite my knuckle and my eyes dart around the ceiling. My panicky mind wants to protect my womanhood with my other hand but it doesn’t move.

I feel my blouse being opened exposing my breasts. My chest is rising up and down with my quickened breathing and my heart is pumping out of my chest. Is the man going to ravish me violently? Oh my god, what have I done? Then, both of Jack’s calloused hands cup my breasts softly. It feels amazing. He gently massages my globes and my heart and breathing slow. I open my eyes and see his handsome, caring face smiling down a me. I melt. A wave of a sense of trust washes over me. He rolls my nipples in his fingers and a shot of sensuous pleasure explodes in my chest.

“Lift your ass up sweetie so I can take off your skirt.” I obey knowing somewhere in the recesses of my brain that this meant I was giving myself to him fully. I lift my knees together high and he slides the skirt up and off my legs. I place my feet back on the floor with my knees on each side of Jack’s hips. I can see is magnificent erection sticking up strong and proud. I see nothing else, just that perfect instrument. I can envision him mounting me and thrusting that magic rod into my center just like the stallions covering mares back on my father’s ranch. A vortex of pure animal sensuality carries me towards his mounting me and we becoming one.

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Hi all. Its Ali here!

I’m back with the conclusion of the last post – Sexy Cuz Dee and I Decide to Live-In – where I described the first day. This account is the continuation of the post and details the events of the second day, when Dee enjoys a truly memorable birthday and we finally move to the new apartment to begin our live-in relationship.

A little background first…

I am Ali. I stand over 5’10” tall. I am fair, with light brown eyes and dark, straight hair. I have a ripped, athletic body because I have been an avid soccer player all my life.

I live in one of the large cities in central India and belong to an ultra-conservative Muslim sect. I have a huge extended family that lives together on a huge property on the northern outskirts of the city. My home is within an enormous walled and gated compound. There are three 3-storied buildings with large, comfortable apartments for the families of my father and each of my seven uncles. Despite being quite well off my family is deeply religious and strict when it comes to following the tenets. This meant that the women are prohibited from socializing with males from a very young age. Puberty meant that they have to wear a Hijab to cover their heads and a Burka to cover their bodies when they stepped out of the house. However, as a family, we are very close. I was one of the few boys so I was the most favorite among everyone, including my aunts and cousins. This eventually led to several of us caving in and giving in to lust and we started a secret and taboo but regular sexual relationship.

Dee’s father was the eldest among my father and his brothers and his widow, Aunt Sheen seduced me a few weeks after he passed away. Dee is a year older to me with lovely, soft brown skin in contrast with the rest of our family who is remarkably fair complexioned. Dee stands a little over 5’6″ and large brown eyes with lovely, pouty lips. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair outlines her round face. Dee has always been curvy with a coke-bottle figure, thanks to the genes on her voluptuous mother’s side. Dee has large, perky C-cup breasts with light brown nipples. She has a significantly flat tummy and a slim waist that broadens into a pair of lovely, curvy hips on the side. What I most love about her is Dee’s large, rounded 40-inch bubble booty. Her butt cheeks are noticeably firm and jiggle remarkably when she walks.

Dee was especially close to me since we were little. This led to us becoming physically attracted to each other as we grew up. Dee had finally seduced me a few years ago and we lost our virginity to each other.

COMING TO THE STORY

(8 AM – 10 AM – Monday Morning, July 2008)

Making Her Moan In The Morning

I woke up immediately after my cell phone alarm went off. I quickly reached over to the bedside stand and shut it off before it woke Dee. I turned my head and looked to the side. She lay completely nude and deep in sleep. I gingerly moved her arm from my chest and got out of the bed, trying not to wake her up. I was praying that last night’s intense, long fuck would make sure Dee slept late, at least till I was done with my plan for the morning.

It was Dee’s 19th birthday and I wanted to make the day special for her, starting with a breakfast in bed.

I stepped into the bathroom and came out wiping myself dry from the quick shower 10 minutes later. I put on the cargo shorts and Tee shirt from yesterday, picked my wallet, cell phone and Dee’s moped keys before softly sneaking out of her apartment. I rode to shopping complex across the Marigold Mall intersection and quickly bought the few things I needed.

I rode back, parked the bike and let myself in quietly with the key into Dee’s apartment. I peeked in the bedroom and was glad to find Dee still asleep. I watched the large mounds of her breasts heave up and down softly as she slept a sound sleep. I returned to the kitchen and lit a cigarette while I busied myself preparing a simple breakfast of French toast, coffee and fruits.

Around 45 minutes later, I set the breakfast neatly on a large serving tray and quietly entered the bedroom. Placing the huge tray softly on the foot of the bed I rummaged around in my backpack and quickly found the presents I had bought for Dee back home. I had bought a pair of dainty gold earrings and a lovely gold pendant for Dee. I put the gift-wrapped presents on the tray and set it on the bedside table near Dee. I walked over to the large glass doors to her bedroom balcony and pulled the curtains apart. The cloudy morning light drifting in from the glass doors lit up the bedroom in a dull, hazy light.

I walked over to the foot of the huge bed and looked at Dee’s sleeping form for a few seconds. She lay on her back, covered to her neck under the thick, soft duvet. I began to gently pull the duvet off of Dee. I gazed at the lovely, large brown boobs in the gray light. I pulled the duvet lower and revealed her soft, curvy hips before I caught a glimpse of her clean-shaven cunt. zonguldak escort I watched her shapely, smooth legs as she settled on her back.

I grinned to myself before climbing on the bed and settling myself between her spread legs. I caught her soft thighs and gently pried them apart, careful not to wake her. Dee only mumbled in sleep but lay still with her feet far apart. I went down on my hands and knees and brought my face close to her crotch. I looked up from between her thighs and saw her big brown breasts softly heaving with her breath. Her small, dark brown nipples were outlined clearly in the dim morning light. The next second, the musky, familiar scent of Dee’s cunt hit me.

“Fuck!” I swore softly when I got a whiff of her clean, young pussy.

I immediately put my mouth over her cunt and began to kiss it softly.

“Mm…” Dee mumbled sleepily and shifted a little, still asleep.

I used my lips to spread her tight pussy lips as far apart as I dared before I flicked out my tongue and licked her small clit. I tasted her lovely lips with my tongue and this made Dee stir from her sleep finally.

“Ooohh…” I heard Dee moan softly as she tried to close her legs but her head jerked up when she found my head preventing her from doing so.

“Oh, baby!” Dee exclaimed the next instant when I began to lick her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I let my tongue tip slide up and down her tiny clit till I felt it harden. I then let my tongue slip into her now-moist pussy.

“Ohhh!” Dee moaned out loud as my tongue slid into her creamy, hot vagina. I flicked my tongue in and out of her tight labia and tasted our juices from last night.

Dee instantly clamped her curvy, sexy legs around my neck and held my head smashed against her crotch as I increased the pace of my licking. Now my tongue dipped in and out of her creamy pussy before flicking over to lick her ultra-sensitive clit. I could her warm, smooth body begin to tremble as my tongue worked harder and harder to lick her cunt.

“Ohh!.. Ohh… Yes!.. Baby… Yesss!” Dee’s moans of encouragement were getting louder at this point.

“Mphh!” I cried out in a muffled voice as Dee grabbed my long hair and forced my head deeper into her crotch and her legs tightened around my head in a vice-like grip.

“Mmm… Uhh… Uuhh… Yeah… Just like that… Oh, yeah!” Dee groaned and moaned and urged me to keep licking her clit and I began to roll my soft, wet tongue all around her pebble-hard cunt button.

“Ooohhhh!!” Dee growled long and hard as her climax hit.

My entire face was smothered with her wet, warm crotch as I feverishly licked at her clit and her body shook with the waves of her first orgasm. I loved to see her trembling with her climax as her lovely cunt squirted her warm, sweet juice over my mouth.

“Ohhh, baby…” Dee sighed hard as her trembling became less and less.

A couple of minutes later, she let go of my hair and relaxed her legs from around my head at the same time. Dee lay completely spent on the bed now. Her eyes were closed but she had a huge smile playing on those lovely, luscious lips.

I gasped for air and looked at Dee’s pleased expression with pride.

“Happy birthday, Dee!” I said and girnned.

“Mmm… Thanks a ton, Ali.” Dee whispered softly, still with her eyes closed.

I watched her creaming cunt for a few moments before reluctantly getting off of the bed and stepping into the bathroom. I quickly washed my mouth and splashed water on my face. I had to take a few deep breaths to make my rock-solid cock become less noticeably hard.

“Hey.” I looked at Dee as I stepped into the bedroom. She peeked at me through a half-open eye, “Why are you dressed? It’s so early, baby.” She mumbled and tried to pull me into the bed beside her.

“It’s not that early.” I said, sitting on the bed at her side. I wrapped an arm around Dee’s neck and pulled her up slowly, “We have to go to the college at ten, remember?” I said.

“Oh!” Dee blurted and her eyes flew open in a panic trying to see the clock on the wall.

“Relax…” I smiled and said, pushing her back against the headboard, “It’s not even nine. We still have time.”

Dee relaxed visibly before she yawned and stretched her curvy, naked body in my arms.

“Hmm… Well, then I should make breakfast.” She rubbed her eyes and said, trying to get up again.

“No need.” I said and smiled as I shifted to one side and she finally noticed the large tray on the bedside table behind me.

“Wow!” Dee exclaimed loudly and smiled wide.

She kept looking back and forth at me and the steaming breakfast on the tray, finding it hard to believe.

“Happy birthday, Dee.” I said again and winked.

“Aaw!” Dee murmured, suddenly getting emotional, “This is… so sweet, Ali. Thanks a lot, baby!” She gushed before pulling me into a tight hug.

“Mmmuahh!” Dee kissed me hard on the lips before bursa escort moving her head back and looking at me, “This is really one of the sweetest things you’ve ever done for me, babe.” She said softly as she looked straight in my eyes.

“I want to make this day special, Dee.” I replied, smiling and pleased with her excitement.

“We’re finally going to move in and live together today, Ali!” Dee stated and squeezed me, “This day will always be special to me.” She said before pulling me in for another long, wet kiss.

I wrapped my arms around her warm, bare back and pulled her into a tight embrace. Dee sucked and nibbled at my lips as I caressed her lower back before reaching down to grab her large and round bubble booty. Dee shifted closer and crushed her large, firm tits against me and hugged me even tighter.

“Mmuaahh!” Dee finally broke the kiss a few minutes later and began to reach out for my shorts.

“No.” I grabbed her hands and stopped her.

Dee looked at me with disappointment.

“Let’s have the breakfast first. I’ve been hungry since I started cooking it.” I pleaded.

“All right.” Dee agreed heartily.

I turned around and grabbed the large tray before carefully placing it on the side of the bed.

“Hey! What’s this?” Dee cried out, picking up the small presents.

“Open up and see.” I replied simply, grinning and looking at Dee’s growing excitement.

Dee sat with her back against the wooden headboard and had pulled the duvet to cover her crotch but her large, bare breasts were exposed. I ogled her tempting, perky tits as they jiggled with her movements. I watched Dee remove the wrapping paper before her mouth hung open in shock.

“Wow!” Dee exclaimed softly, “Ali, did you really get these for me? They’re so beautiful!” She gushed with surprise, holding up the delicate gold earrings and watching the pendant twinkle in the dull gray light from the glass balcony door.

“Thank you!” She said excitedly before embracing me once again.

Dee buried her face in the crook of my neck and I held her warm, nude body. I caressed her smooth back softly and heard her sniffle and knew she was really touched by the gesture. She finally let go of me a few moments later and sat back again. I pulled the tray between us and we started to eat.

“This is really great, Ali!” Dee commented as she took a bite of the fluffy French toast and nodded her head.

“Thanks, Dee.” I replied and shoved another spoonful into my mouth because I was feeling famished now.

We sat and ate breakfast while chatting and discussing the plans for the day. It was going to be a busy day ahead. First, we had to go to the college near Symbiosis and finalize my admission. Next, we were to check out the apartment that Aunt Sheen had chosen for us. After that, we had to help the movers shift the various boxes and few items of furniture to the new apartment. Dee and I wanted to get the apartment set the same day because we planned to go to Mumbai for the next couple of days before eventually leaving for home. Our plan was to come back next month when my college starts to a ready apartment.

I was thrilled about the prospect and could barely control my enthusiasm. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamt about this for a long time. I had always wished to be with Dee without the fear of our family finding out about our taboo sexual relationship.

Now my wish was about to come true!

Goodbye Creampie at Old Apartment

(10 AM – 6 PM – Monday Afternoon, July 2008)

After finishing the breakfast, Dee went in for a quick shower and I changed into a black-colored Tee and put on a pair of black-colored Jeans. I stepped into the living room and used the time to roll a J. I sat and smoked in the balcony and watched the huge river rushing by below the apartment as I waited for Dee.

“Hey, bro!” Dee called as she walked into the living room, “I’m ready.”

“Right on time!” I said, “Let’s have a J first?” I suggested, holding up the slim but long J.

“You read my mind!” Dee grinned and said as she stepped into the balcony.

“You’re looking cute.” I commented and winked as I looked at Dee from head to toe.

Dee was wearing a black-colored windcheater which was unzipped just enough to show a couple of inches of her deep cleavage within a fitting, red-colored Tee. I watched the lovely shape of her legs outlined clearly in a pair of tight, black-colored denim Capri. The thick fabric clung tightly to her cushy thighs and her smooth and shapely calves looked enticing. Dee wore a pair of branded black-colored sneakers.

“Thanks!” Dee replied and winked back playfully.

Dee turned around and leaned with her back against me as I stood at one end of the balcony. I wrapped my arms around Dee and helped her light the J in the windy weather. The clouds were still overcast but it didn’t look like it would rain. Dee took a long, deep drag malatya escort on the J before passing it to me. I did the same and we held the smoke in for a long time before finally letting it creep out through the nose. I felt my fingertips go numb almost immediately and also felt Dee’s body relax noticeably as she rested against me. I wrapped my left arm around her flat tummy and we casually smoked the J.

A few minutes later, Dee eventually shifted and rested her round bubble booty on my crotch. She leaned her head back on my chest and casually swayed her hips, trying to tease my cock under the jeans. I could smell Dee’s peculiar perfume as she snuggled back into me. The strong stuff had already heightened my senses and I loved holding her soft, warm body against mine.

“Mm…” Dee purred softly as I placed my lips against her lovely, soft neck and kissed. “Oh… baby…” She moaned when I began to suck on her neck softly.

I felt her shiver as she got aroused and I would take a drag and get back to kissing and nibbling her neck. Dee pushed herself back against me and I pulled her even closer. I felt my cock becoming aroused. It felt tight in my jeans and Dee’s firm booty cheeks rubbed it and teased it to no extent.

We eventually finished smoking the J and playfully turning each other on. I felt my cock was now semi-erect and made a visible bulge in the jeans.

“Fuck!” I swore in frustration and pushed Dee away gently.

“Ali…” Dee called my name half-pleading and tried to snuggle back but I kept her at arm’s length.

“No, we don’t have the time.” I said, trying to adjust my thickened cock in the tight jeans, “Shit, Dee… You’ve got me so hard!” I hissed.

Dee simply grinned at this and giggled hard. I looked at her winking at biting her lips temptingly as I took a few deep breaths. My mind was buzzing now but I managed to subdue my excitement after a couple of minutes. Dee shook her head and grinned before stepping back in and walking to the kitchen. I walked in and closed the glass doors of the balcony behind me. I was putting on my windcheater when Dee walked in with a bottle of water. I took a few long gulps of water and wet my parched throat. I remembered to grab the file with my admission documents before we left the apartment. Dee and I had stupid, stoned smiles on our faces as we took the elevator down.

I rode slowly along the crowded roads as Dee sat close to me at the back. She had her arms wrapped tightly around my waist and her firm, large tits crushed against my back as we rode to Symbiosis College.

There was a rush for the admission process so the college campus was crowded. Thankfully, I did not have to wait long and we managed to complete the formalities in a couple of hours.

“Congrats, bro!” Dee cried out and hugged me suddenly right outside the admission office in the college campus.

“Thanks, Dee.” I replied back, suddenly conscious about the several stares we were getting.

Dee sensed my hesitation and quickly let go. Although she did catch my hand as we hurried to the parking lot.

“Where to now?” I asked, as Dee took a seat at the back and I slowly rode out of the college.

“Let’s have a smoke first.” Dee suggested, also feeling the high coming down now.

“Take a left from here. I heard you get great cold coffee here.” Dee said and pointed at the intersection.

I parked the bike in front of a small coffee and tea stall in the side street. Dee went to order our coffee and I walked over to the cigarette stall at its side. The roadside tea stall seemed to be a popular hangout for the kids from college. I could see a bunch of boys and girls just sitting around in small groups.

I picked out two cigarettes, lit them together before placing between Dee’s lips. Dee’s hands were full with the two tall glasses of cold coffee. She was grateful when I took one from her. Dee sat on the parked moped while I stood close in front of her.

“Wow!” I exclaimed pleasantly, “This is really good coffee.” I told Dee.

“I know, right.” She grinned and we began sipping the chilled, chocolaty coffee between drags from the cigarettes.

A minute later, Dee began to tell the plan. We were supposed to call the real estate agent and get the keys to the new apartment for we had to check it out. Aunt Sheen had recommended it highly for several reasons. It was in Kumar Picasso, one of the posh and luxurious apartment blocks near Hadapsar Bus Stop. The apartment belonged to Vandana, one of Aunt Sheen’s close school friends who now owned an advertisement agency in Pune. She was more than happy to rent it to Dee and me as it was fully furnished but she could not find suitable tenants for it. It was extremely close to Magarpatta City so we had access to a mall and a market too.

We finished our coffee and Dee made the call to the broker. He explained the way to me and we were on our way. The broker met us at his office in Hadapsar. As instructed by Vandana, he handed over the apartment keys after describing the short way to the apartment complex.

It was easy to find the huge apartment block as it was at the end of the road. We were let in by the security guards at the door after explaining our purpose. Dee was visibly excited as we entered the huge apartment complex.

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I woke up to sunlight bright enough to make my brain hurt, a branching ache through my hips and torso like a tree had rooted itself in me, and a warm, heavy, pillowy pressure all across my front. Memory took its sweet time getting back to me, waiting until I managed to blink my eyes back from the brink of blindness and saw my daughter lying nude on top of me.

“Oh, right,” I muttered under my breath; Cassie and I were doing naked stuff now. That’s the fucked up turn my life took the night before, explaining the furious throbbing hammering through my dick. Speaking of hammers, a glance over Cassie’s shoulder confirmed that my flesh was livid purple, hard enough to dent an anvil with, bubbling precum like a science fair volcano, and casting a shadow like an elephantine sundial. Cassie had me in a deathgrip between her round thighs; again, you’d never suspect how strong some of these chubby girls can be, though to Cassie’s credit she certainly has the DNA for good muscles…mine, I do believe. The pressure was incredible, the texture was heavenly, the heat was radiant, and if my cock could have talked, he’d have cursed me to all the hells for making it suffer all that joyous sensation without release. I used to have consistent, recurring, half-lucid dreams, and enjoyed them immensely…but they had consequences in the waking world, and there’s only so many times a guy can wake up caked in his own jizz with his balls glued to his thighs. Hence, I trained myself to withhold orgasms in my sleep, and a night getting rubbed on by Cassie’s velvety thighs had me ready to dump a titanic batch into the nearest available hole; a cold doughnut, a parakeet, Magic Johnson…well, maybe not.

The pernicious demon hanging off my right ear handily pointed out that Cassie’s tight, clean pussy was mere millimeters from my dick; he’s a bastard, but he had a fantastic point. The angel on my left ear reminded me that sleep-raping Cassie was immoral, rude, and very dangerous; he had a better point, but I resented him for it. Resentful or not, I went with his suggestions. It was only ten o’clock in the morning on a duty-free Saturday, and that meant that I had the whole blissful day to accomplish my goal: have fully penetrative sex with Cassie by midnight, with bonus points for every hour ahead of schedule. My cock heartily agreed.

“Cassiiiiiiie,” I murmured in her ear, my arms coming down from behind my head to press into her back. “Wake up, my little one. It’s a beautiful day, full of opportunity!”

She stirred slightly, but only to snuggle closer to me in her sleep. The movement across my torso lit already-sensitive nerves on fire, feeling her enormous breasts squeezing against me, her tummy spreading over my abs, her thighs rubbing my cock and sliding over my bloated testicles…pretty sure my eyes crossed. Much more of that and I’d be painting the ceiling. Actually, much more of that and I’d be installing a skylight…possibly putting a section of tin roofing into low orbit, considering how swollen and taut my balls felt.

“Cassie,” I grunted louder, drumming my hands firmly across her back. “Wake up, sugar-tits, Daddy’s pent up and needs to let one go.” Nothing; dead to the world, snoring quietly into my chest fur, drooling a little in her sleep. Cassie’s always been a bit of a heavy sleeper (like me), but damn…

Figuring that it was the best of my limited options, I reached down her back, slid a thick finger between her butt cheeks and slicked it handily with the precum I’d apparently been leaking over her all night. A little squeeze, a little squish, and I suddenly pushed just the first half-inch of my fingertip into her ass, not even enough to cover my fingernail. “Cassie!” I grunted in her ear, tweaking at the inside edge of her pucker.

THAT woke her up…and made her clench her thighs together tightly enough to make me consider autoerotic asphyxiation as a lifestyle choice. David Carradine’s kink of choice was certainly doing wonders for my throbbing hard-on; I could see my cockhead and the top of my shaft protruding over the tightly-squeezed flesh of Cassie’s round thighs, and the dark color gradually spreading over my length was accompanied by a familiar, very exciting tingling throughout my groin.

Mostly, however, I was concentrating on how her ass felt. Even the tiny bit of her bottom stretching around my fingertip felt amazing, her flesh tight, textured like living silk, hot as a furnace and thick with twitching, squeezing muscles, more than seemed normal. Cassie was part cow, after all…it stood to reason that she would have excellent muscles beneath all that juicy jiggle. I swirled my fingertip around and she flicked her hips up against my hand, her tail whipping against my wrist as a moan worked from her mouth. “Daddy?” She mooed, head turning up, rapidly blinking the sleep out of her eyes, body stilling on top of mine as she got her bearings. “What…ahhh,” she moaned as I gently pulled my finger back, smoothing my hand over her cheeks with firm, soothing strokes.

“Sorry bayburt escort about that, babygirl,” I murmured, smiling at her. “You weren’t waking up, and I’m just a little bit too horny to lie here much longer.”

She mooed again in confusion, and I lifted my hips just enough to shift my cock and balls against her thighs. She gasped and clenched again, and I grunted from the strain of her legs sliding against my precum-slicked equipment.

“Oh!” She gasped, spreading her legs apart fast enough to make my balls gasp for air. “I’m sorry, Daddy! How can I help?”

“Carefully,” I chuckled, my mirth just a little strained, “Slide up and get those sexy legs from around my dick, and then let me stand up so that I can take care of this.”

“Okay…but, Daddy,” she said as she pushed up and slowly slid herself over me, “I meant how can I help you take care of it. Can’t you…use me, to feel better?”

I had to wait to answer until she moved further off of me, her heavy breasts sliding over my face with enough warm pressure to make me squirt precum over the back of the couch. “There’s an idea,” I grunted once she slipped off, slid off the couch entirely and knelt on the floor, letting me gradually push myself upright accompanied by a twenty one gun salute from my spine. “You won’t mind?” I asked once I could sit up, looking down at her with my dick standing between us like a veiny telephone pole. The change in position rolled my balls between my thighs; the size and color of two bowling balls in a canvas bag, gurgling LOUDLY.

Cassie shook her head and beamed up at me. “Nope! After all, shouldn’t this be a daily occurrence for us? If I don’t at least help you to soothe your morning wood, won’t you want to have sex instead?”

“…Eventually,” I assented after a bit of a surprised pause. “Did your mother give you that idea?”

“Nope! The internet did,” she happily replied as she scooted closer and lifted up her titanic breasts, pressing them around my thick cock without pause. “I’m not a little kid, Dad,” she murmured as she squeezed her mounds around me, even her impressive chest struggling to fully encompass my girth; she had to get me all the way into her cleavage before she could wrap me up. “I’ve done my homework, looked up things to do…things I’ve wanted to do. You said that you liked my big breasts…doesn’t this feel good?”

“Yes,” I grunted, voice low and thick as I let her give me a titfuck, “But I like it better when I get to control these,” I rumbled as I eased her hands off her breasts and took them in my own, squeezing her huge, creamy orbs tighter around me and kneading into them, “And you work with your hands and mouth. Unless you wanted something other than cum for breakfast?”

Pavlov couldn’t have gotten a dog to drool faster than Cassie did at the mention of my cum, her bright eyes flicking all the way up to the twitching head of my dick, her pink tongue tip flicking across her lips. She pushed up onto her knees to lick up the precum drooling out of my tip, and I squished her fat breasts around my cock as she moved, rubbing her thick nipples together and groaning lowly as I watched them ripple and jiggle in my hands. Her flesh looked so pale against my dusky olive skin, and when she brought her hands up to cradle the crown of my dick between them, the smooth black and white patches gloving her fingers looked so clean and neat next to the angry nest of veins pulsating under my skin. She moaned from the play with her breasts as her tongue slid out and coiled around my head; even with her long appendage, she could just barely reach all the way around it, lassoing my cock and sucking on it hungrily.

“Mmmf, Daddy, you taste stronger,” she murmured after swallowing a mouthful of slimy precum; it glistened on her lips when she spoke. “Is it just because it’s your first of the day?”

I shook my head as I slid her breasts up and down, grunting with every movement, hips lifting to thrust up into her cleavage and mouth. “It’s because I’ve been pent up all night,” I growled, grinning down at her. “Having you on top of me all night long? More than enough to get me this way.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. Gods, the way she looked as she kissed my tip in apology…those wide, wet eyes staring up at me, her fingers rubbing slickly around the edge of my crown, her head bobbing as she took me deeper into her mouth…

Frankly, if she wasn’t my daughter, I’d want to kidnap her and make her my slave. Fortunately for me, she was my daughter, and seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing as I was.

“Open wide,” I grunted, hands squeezing tighter into her breasts, flesh spilling through the gaps in my fingers. Not surprisingly, it took almost nothing to get me off; less than a minute of her huge titties squeezing my meat and her lips sliding down in a tight ring around my head, and I was there. She pushed down further to sink my whole head into her mouth as my balls clenched, and I took one bartın escort hand off her breasts to hold the back of her head as I blasted down her throat. The noise was incredible, the wet, sloppy splatters of my jizz shooting into her paired with the greedy slurps and swallows as she happily took it. Her tongue was gradually catching on to what it could do, wriggling against the bottom of my head to stimulate me further, and her hands helpfully dropped down to cup my massive balls, stroking and squeezing them excitedly as I pumped into her. I couldn’t see her throat this time, but my hand on her breast could feel the tension and the shivers chasing through her as each huge squirt slid down her gullet and stretched her skin.

I had to stand up before I finished cumming, grunting and growling as my hips rocked forward with each pulse from my cock, looming over her. “Breakfast of champions,” I groaned once I could speak. “You can come wake me up every morning with that tight little mouth if you want to get fed, babygirl.”

“Mmh!” She hummed in answer, nodding as far as she could with her head locked around my cock, throat bulging wide around each huge wad of baby-batter. She didn’t let me go until I was completely spent, nursing the last thin streams of jizz from my tip with a devotion that would have been adorable if it weren’t so goddamn hot. When she pulled off, her eyes were just a little bit hazy and her lips were swollen from the pressure she had put them under, looking up at me and panting softly. Her belly had swollen more than before, which made sense considering that she took the entirety of my orgasm this time; the broad dimple of her plump tummy smoothed over the bulge of her cum-filled stomach, making her appear as if she were five months pregnant. She seemed appreciative.

“You fill me up so nicely, Daddy,” she murmured, her hands stroking over her bloated tummy. “Will I get bigger than this once we have sex?”

“We’re going to find out today,” I grunted as I sat back down, close to panting myself. It seemed that my crazy daughter was picking up on how to give head even faster than her mother had. “After last night, I’ll be damned if I don’t get into that sweet little muff by midnight.”

Cassie smiled and nodded happily as she stood, and then crawled up onto the couch to sit in my lap, leaning back against me and wiggling her chubby butt into my groin. “I’d really like that, Daddy,” she hummed, head leaning back to kiss my cheek. “How long do you think it will take before I’m ready?”

“No way of knowing until we start getting you ready. Speaking of which,” I rumbled as I reached around her, “No time like the present.” She squeaked as I slipped two fingers between her thighs and pushed them past her thick, soft lips, starting to finger her fat pussy with one hand while my free arm wrapped around her waist and snugged her back against me. My fingers made her noticeably bloated belly gurgle and squish, and feeling the mass of my seed filling her was more than enough to get both Cassie and I excited; her pussy was already soaked when I touched it, and squirted a little when I toyed with her full tummy.

“Daddyyyy,” she moaned, hips starting to roll into my hand as I pressed more firmly to her sex, fingertips finding her entrance and pushing inside with ease. She was tight, very much so, and while it was very clear that she enjoyed what I did, she was also clearly unsure of what to do. Her muscles flexed and clenched around me sporadically, and she started shivering after a few seconds, trembling as I toyed with her.

“Daddy, it feels weird,” she whimpered, squirming in my lap and grinding her slippery ass against my cock. “You’re stretching me!”

“Going to do a lot more of that before the day is over, babygirl,” I rumbled in her ear. “Relax,” I said calmly, my fingertips slowing and stilling inside of her, palm resting over her thick lips. “Take a deep breath. You’ve fingered yourself before, haven’t you?”

Cassie nodded and took a shaky breath; I waited until she could take a smoother one before continuing. “It’s just like that, except my fingers are bigger…you’re going to have to stretch a lot further for Daddy to fuck you. You want that, right?” She nodded, and I felt her walls quiver around my fingers.

“It feels like…it’s going to hurt,” she whimpered softly, and even my cock, which was ready to pull a full-scale Leeroy Jenkins on Cassie’s twat, had to soften a touch at her fear. “It feels like you’re going to tear me, if you go too fast.”

“Relax,” I murmured again, gently sliding my fingers back and forth with just an inch of penetration, slowly repositioning to lay back flat with my shoulders on an armrest, cradling Cassie against my chest and hips, her legs spread around mine. “I am going to stretch you very slowly, very carefully, babygirl. I’m not going to tear you, aside from your hymen…that’s going to sting, and I can’t do much about that. But it will pass, and it will ığdır escort pass all the more quickly if you let yourself relax and enjoy what else I do.” I demonstrated by bringing my left hand from holding around her waist to cupping her right breast, forearm pressing underneath her left mountain while my hand started to slowly massage and grope at her tender flesh. Her natural sensitivity there made her arch her back against my chest and spilled her long black hair over my neck and shoulders, a soft little moan working from her lips as I toyed with her.

“There,” I murmured, gradually spreading my fingers into her pussy, scissoring them slowly against her clenching walls while working my thumb between her plump lips. “Focus on that feeling…you know what it feels like when you cum, babygirl; you know what pleasure feels like. Concentrate on that…I’m going to make you feel a LOT of it, too much to let you feel any real pain. Can you feel it?”

“Yessss,” she moaned as her nipples tightened and stiffened quickly under my arm and hand, her pussy getting even wetter and warmer around my fingers. “I-I can feel- OH!” She interrupted herself with a cry as my thumb slid over her swelling clitoris, my middle and ring fingers pushing deeper into her pussy while my index and pinkie fingers held her lips apart. She started panting, softly at first but with escalating speed and heat as I kept my fingers working slowly at her breast and pussy. Her hips started to lift up at my movements, pushing her sex into my hand and grinding her ass into my crotch, my stiff cock trapped between her cheeks and against her back. My balls were getting steamrolled under those globular cheeks with each rock of her wide hips, but I wasn’t fucking complaining. I’m not a fan of torturing my own junk, and getting squeezed underneath my daughter humping at my hand hardly seemed to qualify.

Cassie gushed like a fountain after a few minutes of very tender fingering, gasping out a quiet cry and soaking my whole hand in her honey as she squirted. The wet squishing sounds were incredible, and had me shooting streams of precum across her back and my cheat in my eagerness. The sounds were not nearly as good as the tactile sensations of her muscles clenching, her fat, silky lips fluttering and squeezing around me, all that bubblegum-pink flesh squirming and flexing as I got her off. Fantastic.

“Good girl,” I crooned in her ear, smiling and kissing her cheek without stopping my hands. “Very good, cumming nice and wet for Daddy. You gonna make Daddy’s dick that wet tonight?” She paused before nodding again; whether she paused because of nervousness at remembering that she needed to stretch to fit my cock, or from being made loopy by a really good orgasm, I did not ask.

“Your body knows what to do, babygirl. Your instincts will carry you through this, if you let them. Listen to your body; tell me what it’s saying.”

Cassie closed her eyes and took another breath, her trembling easing very slightly. I kept my fingers working in a slow, easy cycle of thrust and scissor, close and retract, purposefully keeping a steady rhythm to help her concentrate; sexual meditation, if you will. It worked, her bright eyes opening after another minute of warm, wet squishing, her hands reaching down and back to grab at my hips as she got her own into gear again. The spastic clenching around my fingers took on a rhythm of its own, her muscles rippling more cohesively, timed with the slow rolls of her hips and the workings of my fingers.

“My body…likes it,” she murmured, turning to smile at me. “It’s…familiar, but new, too…and it feels really good.”

“Attagirl,” I rumbled, grinning and clenching my fingers a little inside of her; her eyes widened and she jumped a little, giggling after a moment and clenching harder around me in response. “Starting to get the hang of it?”

She nodded, her brow furrowing a little as she tested the muscles I was waking up inside of her, touching deeper than she knew she could, introducing her to parts of her she didn’t know she had. Actually, that’s a lie; in this day and age, I’m sure that Cassie knew the exact anatomy of her junk years ago, but googling your vagina and having it explored are two very different things.

So I’m told.

“Think you’re ready for the next step?” I asked.

“Sex?” Cassie asked with a teasing grin, pussy clenching around my fingers. I shook my head and flexed my fingers inside of her again, pushed them just a little bit deeper and felt the new tightness of her hymen close to my fingertips; I could feel how tenuous it was, porous and thin. Cassie must have felt it too, her fingers digging into my hips and her bottom lip catching between her teeth. “Daddy…?” She murmured a little uncertainly.

“Breathe,” I muttered, my middle finger sinking deeper, the girth of my knuckle spreading her lips wider, my pulse rising as hotly as the eastern sun. “One brief bit of pain, and then all the pleasure you can possibly feel, babygirl…now, be a good girl and tell me if you would like me to take your virginity.”

My daughter, adorable, beautiful, precious star in my sky, took a deep breath and looked me straight in my eye before she spoke. “Daddy,” she murmured, and I swear to you that I felt her fat little pussy flutter at the word, “Please take my virginity…please make me yours.”

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This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.

Copyright © 2006 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved.

Ok, this is a long one. If you want something to jerk off to, better look someplace other than this.

I already know my spelling and grammar sucks, so don’t bother telling me. I’m still looking for an editor. I’d like a lady that loves incest and romance type stories. Anyone up for helping?

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He sat looking out the window of the cab, knowing this was a bad idea. ‘Why in the holy hell did I come back here?’ he asked himself as the cab rolled down the snow-covered streets toward the one place and person he never wanted to see again. ‘I could go back to the airport!’ he laughed, wishing he could, but as he left, he heard that all flights in and out were canceled. ‘Fuck it!” he thought, hoping things didn’t get crazy, like the last time he was here.

The cab pulled into the drive of the million dollar home and stopped by the front door. “Here we are sir. That’ll be twenty-seven even,” the worn down man said.

The cab left quickly, leaving him with no means of escape. “Well, here goes nothing!” he said with a long, drawn out sigh, praying all went well as he made his way up the three steps to the home he hated so much and the person that broke his heart into a million pieces. He reached to knock on the door when it flew open and there she stood with a warm and very loving smile.

“Hey!” she said as tears of joy flowed from her eyes, splashed on a white, silk blouse and on her full C cup breasts. “I thought you changed your mind,” she sobbed wanting to hug him to her, like she did when he was a small boy, but she thought better of it, not knowing if he still hated her.

“I told you I’d be here,” he replied in a cool voice, trying not to look at her beautiful face or the body that he’d lusted after most of his teenage years.

“I’m so glad,” she said trying to wipe the tears from her eyes without screwing up her makeup. She knew how much he loved it when she wore this color eye shadow and she wanted everything the way it was before.

“Whatever,” he said walking past her and tossed his bags on the floor. “Where is everyone?” he asked wondering where the maid and butler were.

“I sent them home. The storm is going to be very bad and I thought we’d spend the weekend alone,” she said watching his face winkle. “I thought we needed time to talk. I do not want to loose you for another ten years! I’m not getting any younger,” she said feeling her heart breaking.

He looked her over and couldn’t see that she looked any different, if anything, she looked better than ever. “You don’t look it,” he said watching her pretty face turning a warm shade of pink. He always loved complementing her on her looks and loved the ‘little’ girl look that she always got.

She smiled, hoping they’d get over the past and get on living. “You could always make me blush and feel so good about myself,” she said wishing she could hug him close to her body, but she knew better, for now at least. “I’m cooking your favorite for dinner,” she added with a loving smile, hoping he’d warm up to her.

He felt his stomach growl at her words. “Oh cool! I haven’t had a good, juicy meatloaf in years!” he said trying to stop a grin, but it was too late.

“I’m glad! Why don’t you go pick us a nice bottle of wine and meet me in the kitchen,” she said turning, making her way to the kitchen, wondering if he was watching her, like before this mess happened. She loved his dark, handsome eyes on her and always did, but things just went to fast and much too far.

He couldn’t help looking at her wonderful body as she strolled away. She always looked so good and tempting in tight jeans and today, she seemed to look all the better. ‘Damn!’ he thought watching her tiny butt in the skin-tight jeans, figuring that she had to be working out or something. She looked better now than she did ten years ago.

He ran down to the wine cellar, grabbed the first bottle he saw and joined her in the large kitchen. “Here,” he said putting it on the counter, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat across from her at the table.

He looked at her face and couldn’t believe that she’d be forty-five that spring. She didn’t look a day over thirty. Her body was tall, slender and any man’s dream come true. Her full C cup breasts, her slender waist and the part of her he loved so much, her hips and great looking ass.

“How’s your job?” she asked reaching to light a cigarette and was a bit taken when he lit it and held it to her lips. “Thank you,” she fethiye escort whispered with a hint of joy, hoping the love they once shared would somehow find its way back.

He took a deep draw from the cigarette, enjoying the taste of her sexy lips. “It’s ok. After the New Year, I’m looking for a new one,” he said reaching the smoke back to her lips, the same way he did so long ago.

She gentle sucked, pulling some warm smoke into her mouth and deep in her lungs. “That’s too bad,” she replied slowly blowing it out and across the room, remembering one time when they’d sat at this very table, getting high with each other. “Remember that night you got me stoned?” she asked with a sheepish grin and when he laughed, her heart jumped with joy.

“That cute, little ass of yours was loaded!” he laughed remembering how sweet and sexy she looked that night.

“I always liked it when you spent time with me and that was one of our best times,” she said feeling the tears starting to fill her eyes again.

“Maybe we can do it again tonight!” he said giving her a wink, thinking of the killer pot he had.

“You have some with you?”

“I don’t leave home without it! And, this shit is good too!”

“Cool!” she said standing up to check the potatoes that were boiling in a large pot and again, she wondered if he was looking at her butt. She wore her most seductive pair of jeans and her tiniest pair of panties just for him.

He looked at her, hoping he could resist, but she turned him on, even after ten years of being away from her. “Having you been working out?” he asked before thinking and now she knew.

“You checking out my butt?” she asked turning to see his big, dark eyes on her very, very toned ass and felt her clit tingle.

He just looked up like a small boy that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Hell yes! That thing looks better than my girlfriend’s” he said giving her a wink and like before, her pretty face turned such a beautiful shade of pink.

“No way!”

“Yes way! You always did look better than any girl I brought home. They hated being around you!” he laughed watching a shocked look covering her face.

“You’re fucking kidding me?”

“Nope! They didn’t like you at all. They said you didn’t act or dress ‘your’ age!”

“How was I supposed to dress, like some old granny?”

“I guess, but you never, ever heard me complaining about anything you wore,” he smiled remembering a few of the things she’d wear just for him.

She just smiled, knowing she had a chance to win back his love. “I still have a few of them. I put them away…after you left,” she said watching his eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Yep, maybe, I mean if it’s ok with you. I’ll pick one to wear later, when we get stoned!”

“Maybe, if I can see what you put away.”

“I want to surprise you.”

“I’m way past the age of being surprised and the way my sex life’s been, we might just pass on it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been having major problems.”

“What is it?” she asked moving back to the table and like before, he held the cigarette up to her lips. Their eyes met and she was sure he wanted to tell her that he loved her and never stopped, but they just looked at each other, not a word was spoken.

“I can’t keep it up,” he said feeling as if he was going to die right there on the spot. ‘Why did I tell ‘her’ that?’ he thought watching concern fill her pretty face.

“You’re still a young man. Is it that girl? Maybe you don’t love her or she doesn’t turn you on.”

“I don’t know. We used to fuck like little rabbits, but now…nothing.”

“Damn baby! You’re too young for um…um…it not to work,” she said and remembered that she’d just called him baby. ‘Oh darn it!’ she thought, hoping he wouldn’t get mad at her.

“Tell me about it! My balls feel like they could explode at any time and drown me!” he laughed and she did too. So hard in fact, he forgot he was so mad at her.

“It’s so good to be with you again!” she said as tears filled her eyes, wishing that horrible day that fucked up their love never happened.

“It is kinda nice,” he said wanting to hold her, but he thought better of it. “How much longer till its ready? Maybe I’ll roll us up a big fat one and we can smoke it before dinner!” he said with a big smile, watching her laughing at him.

“We’ll eat ourselves to death!” she giggled thinking of having a buzz and how bad she always got the munchies after smoking with him. “Let’s wait ok? I’d rather do it later, after dinner and you can come up and pick out one of the outfits for me to wear. Oh, do you remember these?” she smiled standing up, rubbing her hands over the tight jeans and couldn’t help but smiling.

“Are you kidding me?” he said looking at her great lower body and felt something. For the first time in so long, he felt his cock growing. “Are those the jeans you used to…um…wear all the time?” he asked looking at her nice, small ass wrapped so alanya escort tight in the jeans. She always wore them when she was horny and wanted to mess around.

She smiled at his surprised face and the fact that he was really looking her over. “I only wear the once a year and put them away,” she said in her normal low and very calming voice.

“One day a year?”

“Yep, one day and away they go back in my trunk.”

“What day?” he asked hoping she say a day that used to mean so much to him.

She looked at him, his eyes still looking at her bottom and she said, “Your birthday,” she smiled watching his eyes light up just the way they would when he’d see her in them so long ago.

“You’re a nut case!” he laughed with a big smile, remembering how she could always get him so hard with the jeans and some of her other very wonderful and sexy outfits.

“I may be, but I could always get you…um…well, you know,” she smiled sitting back down at the table, hoping so much that the weather men were right and they would get the three foot of snow. She wanted him back in her life and having him alone for a few extra days, just may help.

‘Yes, you always made me hard as a fuckin’ rock,’ he thought watching her pretty face. She had Swedish ancestors and it showed. Her face was right out of a travel guide for the country. She had pale-white skin, nice high cheekbones, a firm chin and her long and very thin blonde hair was out of this world. He just looked at her and didn’t say a single word. She knew what she did to him and he was happy to leave it at that.

“What else you been up to?” he asked lighting another smoke, hoping he’d relax.

She watched him, trying to figure him out. He looked so tired and ran down, it broke her heart. “I workout four days a week and sometimes five,” she said with pride in her soft voice. “Tell me more about this girl you’re with. Is she helping with your…um…problem?”

He had to laugh at her. “Shit! She’s nothing but a bitch! All she does is complain about it and I’m pretty sure she’s been fuckin’ around on me. So…when I get back I’m ending it with her too.”

“Damn, quitting your job and dumping your girl! You’ll have a new life.”

“She was fun when we first met. Like I said before, all we did was fuck, so it was fun.”

“Sounds good!” she smiled remembering the last time she had a good hard one in her, his. Her late husband was nice and long, but he couldn’t get it hard the way she liked it. He was much older than her when they married.

He watched her face and wondered if she was seeing anyone. “Are you with anyone now?”

“Nah, I’ve had a few offers, but it’s hard to find someone that wants me and not my money.”

“I guess so. A single and sexy lady that’s worth millions, you gotta be careful,” he said knowing there had to be a few men that just wanted to hump her sexy five-foot ten inch body.

“I just keep to myself. I work out at the gym in town, do a little shopping now and then, but that’s about it.”

“You need to get out more.”

“I like staying home. I feel safe and…I got me a computer now! I love the internet, it’s so fun!”

“Cool, I’ll have to get your email address before I go. Maybe we can write each other,” he said before thinking. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to write her or keep in touch.

She looked at him and hoped so much that he’d forgive her, but for now, she was just happy to have him here. “I’d like that,” she said returning to the stove and pulled out the large pan from the oven. “Come and look!” she said lifting the pan of meat on the stove, knowing it would most likely be gone by tomorrow night.

He walked to her and loved what he saw. “Oh hell yeah!” he said leaning to get a good long whiff of his favorite food and didn’t realize his half erect cock was pressed against her slender hip. Once he did realize, he just stood there, looking at the meat and enjoyed the feel of her warm body against him. ‘It figures. She could get me hard if I was dead!’ he laughed to himself and quickly moved back to the table.

She watched his smile and was so happy. It was a sight she loved and hoped she’d see him smiling lots more. But then, she felt him. His cock was so hard and it made her tiny clit ache for more. ‘Oh my God!’ she moaned to herself, praying she’d get to feel him again, like before.

“I’m fucking starving! I was running late this morning and didn’t have a chance to get anything. I wasn’t about to eat shit they serve on planes…yuck!” he laughed watching her peeling the boiled potatoes, knowing it wasn’t going to be much longer. ‘Damn, you have a sweet ass!’ he thought watching it moving and flexing under to tight jeans and he also saw that she had on a tiny pair of bikini panties. ‘I wonder what color they are?’ he thought looking more, hoping like hell she didn’t see him. ‘I bet a dollar, they’re blue,’ he said to himself, having good idea she remembered what he always loved seeing her in.

She knew his eyes manavgat escort were on her, just like always. He was a horny guy and it was such a shame that he was having a hard time keeping it up. ‘I bet I’d get you up in a second and it would last all night!’ she thought with pride, knowing he always got hard for her and could keep it going and going all day or all night.

“Do you have any ‘hot’ prospects for girls’?” she asked turning just enough to see his dark eyes staring at her ass.

“Not really. I might just play around a little. I don’t wanta jump into another relationship after this one,” he said looking up her slender body, remembering all the times he’d touched, kissed and licked every, single inch of her.

“Don’t wait too long. It’s not good to be alone…like me,” she said as the last words broke her heart. She was so lonely and would hate to think of him leading the same kind of life she did.

“I haven’t been happy in a long time. After Joanne and I got together, I just never felt right,” he said leaving out a big part. The part when he found out her husband died and she was living here all by herself.

“It sounds like she messed up your life or something. Let me mix these and then we can finish talking about it,” she said turning on the mixer and went to work on the potatoes, wanting them smooth and creamy. After a good five minutes, she turned it off and smiled. “Dinner time!”

“Good, I’m ready to treat myself to some good home cooking!”

“Get some plates and a big bowl and we’re ready,” she smiled looking over the pan of creamy potatoes, hoping they would be ok. She wanted everything perfect.

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After overeating, he leaned back and couldn’t help but smile at the pretty woman. “As good as you cook and can fu…um…well, you know, there’s no reason you should be here by yourself,” he said in a firm voice, watching a faint smile fill her seductive lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered returning his smile, wondering if she might get him again. He remembered a wonderful thing about her and she couldn’t have been happier. ‘I’d be more than happy to please you. I bet I can get that big, long thing of yours nice and hard for you!’ she thought, an idea that he was hard right now. If not, she knew he would be after he looked through the things she’d kept just for him. “I’ll do the dishes and would you mind making us a ‘big’ fire in the sitting room?” she asked with a big grin, hoping he would. She sucked at making fires.

“Sure, is the wood in there or out on the porch?” he asked, hoping that she’d put up all the things she used to tease him with. He knew it would be hard as hell to resist her, but he wanted to see this sexy woman and her great body again.

“I’m not sure if there’s enough. The news has been saying we might loose power tonight and for the next few days,” she said winkling her face with pain, hoping he wouldn’t get mad for being stuck here with her.

“Oh well. As long as we have food and wood, who gives a shit!” he laughed going to the back porch for wood. “You have enough for a week or so, but when this shit clears up, you should call and get a few loads. You don’t want to be stuck out here with nothing.” He said in a very firm voice, not wanting her to do without anything.

“I will,” she replied leaning against the doorjamb, enjoying him taking command of her and her life. “You always made sure I was taken care of and I miss that,” she said putting out her lower lip, hoping he’d look to her, but he didn’t.

“Somebody needs to! It looks like your help is lacking the skills to do things right! You should never be without wood! You’re too far out. Nobody could even get out here to check on you.”

“I’m going to fire the gardener when he comes back. He’s nothing but a pervert. I think that he sneaks in the house and goes through my undies,” she said making a bitter face as thoughts of him touching her private things filled her mind.

He looked up at her and smiled. “I can’t blame him. I used to do that all the time!” he winked at her, watching her beautiful face turning red.

“That wasn’t the same and you know it. I liked when you did it! You’d lay out a pair for me to wear and it always made me feel so sexy, knowing it’s what you wanted,” she said feeling her clit start to tingle worse than ever.

He tried concentrating on building a fire, but she was really making it and him very hard. He remembered like it was just yesterday. Every morning he’d hear her in the shower; he’d go in her room, find a sexy pair of panties, and lay them on her bed. He’d go through the day thinking of her sweet ass covered in the panties that he’d picked out for her and he always got so hard thinking about it.

“I remember,” he said fighting to hold back a smile and a raging hard-on. “That was always the highlight of my day,” he added, laughing, thinking of all the times she teased and tormented him, but in the end, she always helped him ‘fix’ his problem.

“I liked it too. Knowing I was wearing what turned you on and wanted me in,” she said putting out her lower lip again, but this time she really was sad. She always loved the way he told her what to wear or how to fix her makeup, it turned her on so much thinking of him being in charge of her and she wanted him to do it again. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything; she was just the kind of woman that loved her man being in charge.

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This is the last chapter of seven in Book 3 of the Charlie and Mindy tetralogy, which is a story of forbidden love between a brother and a sister.

This book stands on its own, but it refers to events that took place in Books 1 and 2. You may therefore want to read Book 1 and Book 2 before reading this book.

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The news of our parents’ deaths devastated us. It felt to me much as I imagine that it must feel to the captain of a ship, riding at anchor off a lee shore during a hurricane, when his hawsers part. It was a feeling of despair I had never before experienced—and hope never again to.

Neither of us remembers much detail from the rest of that terrible hour in the Dean’s office—beyond the shattering sense of loss and grief we experienced. But in that desperate, forlorn hour, we had our first revelation that adulthood’s estate comprises more than just taking responsibility for your own choices—that there are some things that are beyond choice, beyond desire, beyond control. In short, we began, finally, to grow up.

I have confused memories of Mindy’s tear-streaked face; of holding her, right there in the dean’s office, close in my arms; of trying to give her comfort when there was no comfort for either of us; of telling myself—as tears flowed down my own cheeks—that now I, the big brother, the Big Person With The Muscles, had once more to be strong, as I always had been, for my little sister, the Soft Little Person.

I have learned since that the latter was, at best, a half-truth; the fact was that we both had to be strong for each other—and for ourselves. (And I know, now, that real strength has little to do with muscles or sex, and that she is stronger than I.)

Both of us were thinking “I must be strong for my lover,” and it’s likely that that shared conviction helped us—more than any other single thing—to pull through that experience of overwhelming loss. We learned then that each of us, even when in unbearable pain, will give unflaggingly to the other.

The dean was an ordained minister—as were most administrators at the college. I have vague memories of how he tried to console us. At first, he gave us platitudes about seeking solace from God. But he was too intelligent a man to pursue that very far when he saw that neither of us bought it—and that to the extent we believed in any God, we were more likely to blame Him than to seek His help.

And I recall—also vaguely—that after an hour or so we had calmed down enough for the dean to talk to us about what came next. Dad’s friend and partner, Quent Miller, had made travel arrangements for us. He would arrive the next morning to see us to Fort Collins. Amanda Watson, the other partner in Dad’s firm, was already on the way to Colombia to deal with the formalities of bringing our parents’ bodies back home.

Dean Stone had perceived that my sister and I were close to each other. (Though he never figured out just how close we were.) He told us that he thought it would be wise for us to be at hand for each other during the coming night. He offered to pay, out of his own pocket, for a motel room for each of us, so that we would not have to be surrounded by other students and could be close to each other. I was about to accept that offer when Mindy told him that the Young twins were our dear friends, and that they would surely put us up for the night in the house they were renting.

And I was ashamed of myself for not thinking of our friends and how much better it would be to have the support I knew they would gladly give us in their warm and familiar home than to spend the night in some sterile motel room, even with the other close at hand.

I remember that I thought that I could see the wheels turning in his head at Mindy’s suggestion. He was, I think, worried about the prospect of putting two young men and two young women together overnight in the same house. He, even more than most of the college administrators, was probably convinced that young men and young women, left together unsupervised, would Do the Naughty. So he must have been half sure that Mindy would let Buck into her pants, or that Stephanie would let me into hers, or, most likely, both. (He couldn’t have known that he was right about the four of us, but that he had the pairings wrong.)

He surely knew of Steph and Buck, and of their parents’ deaths during the summer that preceded the twins’ first year at the college. If they were our close friends, then they, he must have thought, were in a better position to help us than anyone.

Or maybe those were all my own thoughts, and I’m just projecting. But, after some reflection, he did tell us that he thought that spending the night with good friends was probably the best thing we could do for ourselves. He wondered if we would need help getting to their house.

By zonguldak escort then we had collected ourselves enough that we were sure we could make the ten-minute walk by ourselves. And we wanted to be away from other people. He was doubtful, but we insisted.

His final words to us, as we left his office, were that we were not, for now, to worry about our studies. We should understand, he said, that we would not be excused from completing our course requirements, but that our professors would give us plenty of time to do so. When he told us that, I heard in his voice, for the first time, the steel of the disciplinarian he was reputed to be. And, even in my grief, I could be glad that I was not a professor who didn’t feel like making allowances.

An arm around each other for support, we walked slowly, dazedly, as if we were no longer a part of this world, to the twins’ house. We must have passed many people, but we didn’t see them—it was to us as if we were the only two people on the planet. We were in tears again when we arrived. We knocked on their door and heard them moving about in response; they were home. Belatedly, I looked at my watch, and I was surprised to find that it was already half-past three.

Steph opened the door and, seeing us, started to scold us for knocking—that behavior being contrary to the instructions they’d given us in January. And then she saw the tears that flowed down our faces.

“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed.

“Steve! Come quickly!” she shouted back into the house. And then, turning to us, trying to take us both into her arms, care and anxiety written on her face, she asked, “What happened? Are you all right?”

Buck had not been far behind her, and he arrived in time to hear Mindy begin, “Mom and Dad…Our parents…”

She could get no further. I completed the thought. “Our parents were killed in an airplane crash.”

“Oh, shit!” Buck said, taking Mindy from Steph, putting his arms around her, and holding her close. She sobbed into his chest as he drew her through the door and into the house.

“Oh, Charlie,” Steph said. Her eyes were tearing up, too. “I’m so, so sorry.” She took my hand and drew me, too, into the house, closing the door behind us.

After shucking Mindy out of the coat she’d been wearing against the late winter chill, Buck had picked her up like a baby. As Steph took my coat and brought me into their living room, Buck sat down in the nearer easy chair, with Mindy still in his arms. Mindy had drawn herself up against him; she buried her face in his shoulder. I could hear her sobs as he held her and patted her gently on her back.

Steph led me to the couch and seated me in the same spot where I’d been seated early on the evening that Mindy and I had first spent the night together in their spare bed. She was weeping, too, now, in empathy with our pain. She looked at me, and she said, “When you need to cry, too, Charlie, my shoulder is here. How can I help you now?”

“I don’t know, Steph,” I answered. “Please just sit with me for a while.”

“I going to,” she said. “Just a minute. I’ll be right back.”

She left the room for a moment and came back with a box of tissues. She pulled a handful out and handed them to Buck before setting the box on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch close beside me. Even when we were seated, my head was still substantially above hers. She smiled gently up at me through her tears and whispered, “You’re too big for me to hold you the way Steve is holding Mindy.”

Even grieving as I was, I could return her smile.

She went on. “But why don’t you hold me and let me put my head on your shoulder? Maybe that will help a little bit.”

I put my arm around her shoulders, and, turning toward me, she leaned up close, putting her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. We sat there for a while, and I found that the soft warmth of her body, the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed, the faint beat of her heart, all did help.

I could hear Buck, across the room, whispering gently to Mindy, trying to give her what comfort he could. Her face was still buried in his shoulder, but her sobbing had subsided. Every now and then I could hear her whisper something in response to him.

Steph whispered to me, “Charlie, I know how much you hurt, and I’m so sorry. I really want to help you. I wish I could make the hurt go away. But I know I can’t—and I know there really isn’t much I can do even to make it less. But Steve and I will do anything we can for you, or for Mindy, or for both of you.”

“Steph,” I replied, “you’ve already helped us just by being here. And just knowing that you want to help already helps. Mindy and I know that as long as we have you and Buck, we aren’t alone.

“We don’t think we want to go back to our own places tonight—we’d have to be away from each other. But we want to be together. bursa escort We’ll need each other tonight. Can we stay the night here?”

She raised her head, looked me in the eyes, and smacked my chest with her open palm. “Charles Edward Magness,” she began, looking up at me, no longer whispering. She was angry! Buck and Mindy raised their heads to look over at us—wanting to know what I could possibly have done to get myself into trouble.

“Of course you and Mindy can spend the night here. And you should know better than to think you have to ask. This is your house, too. That bedroom belongs to you two now, and things have been that way since school started in January!”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed, now. “I’m afraid we won’t be very good company.”

She subsided, put her head back down on my shoulder, and relaxed. I began to relax, as well. Mindy rested her head on Buck’s shoulder and took a deep breath, expelled it slowly. She, too, was loosening up. Her tears no longer flowed, but her grief was apparent in every aspect of her body. I suppose that it was the same with me.

Whispering again, Steph said, “Let us worry about that. You and Mindy are always welcome in this house. We meant it—we really meant it—when we told you to think of the house as your own.”

Buck and Steph sat there with us, each of them holding and comforting one of us, for nearly an hour. During that time, quiet words passed between Steph and me, and I am sure that it was so between Buck and Mindy. Slowly, during that interval, surrounded by the love of our friends, our truly dear friends, Mindy and I re-gathered some of our strength.

Gradually, a pair of halting, two-person conversations became a single, halting, four-person conversation, and then a more fluid four-person conversation. Buck still held Mindy in his comforting arms; Steph’s comforting presence remained in my own arms. During the next hour or so, the two of them gently pried the details of our session with the dean out of us.

Buck was momentarily outraged when I mentioned the Dean’s suggestion that we seek solace in God.

“What an asshole!” he’d said. “What bullshit! Look for support from a God who’s always first in line to take the credit when things go well, but can’t be found when there’s blame to take!”

“It’s okay, Buck,” Mindy said then. I saw her squeeze him. “He only mentioned it once. It’s what he believes, and when he saw that we think more like you do than like he does, he backed off. And, at heart, he’s a good man. He offered to pay for a motel room for each of us out of his own pocket, so we could be near each other tonight.”

We talked, quietly, for a few minutes after that. It was nearly half-past five, then, and Steph raised her head and looked at me. “If you’ll be okay without me for a bit,” she said, “I think I should go fix us something to eat.”

I squeezed her, and she squeezed me back. “I’m not good,” I said, “but thanks to you and Buck, I’m a lot better than I was when we got here. I’ll be okay without you.”

I let go of her, but instead of getting to her feet, she raised her head again and looked right into my eyes. Raising her voice so that Mindy would hear her, too, she said, “Charlie…Mindy…I wish more than anything that I could tell you that the pain will go away.” She wept as she spoke. “But it won’t.”

She paused. Her dark brown, tear-filled eyes still commanded my attention, and I knew that she wept then not just for our pain, but also from the pain of the deaths of their parents a year and a half earlier.

“All that I can say is this: It will get better. Your lives will go on. It will always hurt, but the pain will fade. You’ll be able to be happy again. I promise you.”

“We promise you,” Buck echoed. Almost reluctantly, I broke from Steph’s eyes and looked over to see that Buck and Mindy were holding each other tightly.

Steph’s hand came gently to my chin and turned my face toward hers. Her lips pressed themselves softly against my own. My eyes closed, my arms enfolded her again, and my own lips responded. We had kissed many times before, but never deeply. Nevertheless, it seemed very natural and altogether right that, in the midst of that comforting kiss, her tongue should slip between my lips to wrestle with mine.

When our kiss ended, she raised her head and looked into my eyes again. I felt a gentle caress on my cheek. And then she stood up and turned to Buck.

“Steve,” she said, “why don’t you give Mindy back to Charlie for a bit and go to Krojer for me. I’m thinking that sandwiches would be a good idea for supper—but we need some meat and some decent bread. I’ll get things ready while you’re gone.”

Buck stood up, still holding Mindy in his arms like a baby—and impressing me with the strength of his legs as he did so. He crossed the living room in two or three steps. Arriving malatya escort in front of me, he looked into Mindy’s eyes; she returned his look. He lowered his head, and, gently, he kissed her on her lips. She responded, and their kiss extended.

When, at last, they broke that kiss, Mindy looked up at him. He looked back at her, and bent to deposit her on my lap and in my arms, saying as he did so, “Here’s your woman back, Charlie.” Once his arms were free, his hand came up to rest, palm down, on my shoulder. He said nothing, but he looked directly into my eyes, and I felt his hand tighten in a squeeze.

“Thanks, Buck,” I said, returning his gaze. My own arms were full of Mindy, or I would have placed my hand on his forearm and returned the squeeze.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered—clearly uncomfortable with the necessity of dealing with emotions, wanting to do the right thing, but not wanting to violate the Fundamental Code. “I have to go get the stuff that Steph wants for supper. I’ll be back soon.” And he turned to leave.

“Thank you, Buck,” Mindy added, as her arms sought me.

He turned back and smiled at her. “You’re welcome, Mindy. I’m so sorry.” he said, and walked into the kitchen to see what Steph wanted from the store. No strictures of the Fundamental Code apply to dealing with a woman’s emotions.

Mindy’s arms found the purchase she needed, and, turning her face toward me, she pulled herself close and buried her face in my shoulder. I knew that her tears were close to the surface—as were my own—but they didn’t come to either of us.

We needed no words, then. Simply, we sat there, in close contact with each other, on Steph and Buck’s couch. Our friends had strengthened us, and we were at last able to give some comfort to each other. I felt some of the strength that Steph’s touch had given me flow into Mindy—as I felt some of the strength Buck had given her flow into me.

As my little sister and I began, finally, to comfort each other, Buck returned to the living room—with three small glasses and a bottle in his hands. “Dr. Steven R. Young prescribes a dose of good Scotch whisky for both of you,” he said as he set the glasses down in a row and poured a fairly substantial drink into one and two even larger drinks into the other two.

He continued as he re-corked the bottle. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for either of you to get drunk. But a good stiff hit will help you relax a little.”

He gave Mindy, who had to remove an arm from my shoulder to take it, the glass with the smaller amount in it. “You may think that this is a little too strong for comfort, Mindy,” he said. “But I want you to drink it anyway. Trust me: It will help you feel better.”

Mindy held the drink and looked doubtfully at him for a moment. Seeing that he meant what he said, then, she stiff-wristed it. Her eyes bulged a bit and she expelled air from her lungs in a long gasp. She looked at him reproachfully and said, “Jesus!”

His hand stroked her hair. “I didn’t expect you to gulp it all at once,” he said—but he couldn’t suppress a little smile.

He handed me one of the other two drinks and took the remaining one for himself. I sipped at mine. I couldn’t see the label on the bottle, but whatever this was, it was no ordinary Scotch. It was heavy with smoke, and in spite of Mindy’s reaction, it seemed to me to be as smooth and as silky as a baby’s bottom. I took a larger swallow—about a third of what he’d poured for me, and I felt the welcome burn as it descended. It hit my belly and exploded into a ball of fire; the heat radiated through my body.

Buck raised his own drink and swallowed about the same fraction of it as I had of mine. “Mmmm,” he said. “That’s good!”

I swallowed the rest of mine in one larger gulp. “It is,” I said. “It’s very good.”

Buck took the rest of his in a last gulp. Mindy, too, must have been feeling the indescribable glow that strong drink hitting an empty stomach brings. “I didn’t like drinking it that much,” she said, “but it does feel good once it’s inside me.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Buck responded. “That’s why the doctor prescribed it.”

He took the bottle back through the kitchen and returned without it a few moments later. He went to the front door and threw on his coat. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, and stepped out the door.

Mindy and I continued to snuggle on the couch as mild haze from the drink spread through our minds and our bodies. Buck had been altogether right; a touch of good booze had been helpful.

A few minutes after Buck left, Steph came into the room to see how we were doing.

When she’d convinced herself that we were still all right, she smiled and said, “You two are very unusual people. That bottle is Steve’s special treasure. Even I don’t know where he keeps it. He brings it out only for very special events, and I’ve never seen him share it with anyone before.”

Mindy and I looked at each other.

“We’re flattered,” I said.

“You two are special people to us,” Steph continued. “I just wish I had a treasure like that to share with you.”

“You do,” said Mindy. “You share yourself with us.” And she put her head down on my shoulder and held herself tightly against me.

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“Let me out sweetie, come on wake up, come on …” woke me from a sound sleep. It was my mother gently patting my stomach and talking softly into my ear. To tell the truth, I would like to be wakened like that every morning as it was gentle and loving. I stretched and opened my eyes seeing my mom’s pretty face looking into mine.

“Sweetie, I need to get up and go to work, lots to do today; otherwise, I would prefer to stay here and put this fine cock to its proper use.” She said as she slid her hand down from my belly to firmly hold and stroke my morning wood. “You got a little over tired yesterday, so I want you to take it easy today and save it for me tonight — Ok?”

I grinned at her saying, “Yes Mam, I’ll be saving it up for you, I promise!”

“Alright then, move your butt and don’t wake your sister, she hasn’t moved since you two came to bed this morning, I think you wore her out as well.”

“Oh Mom, you sure know how to flatter a guy.” I slid out of bed quietly and reached for the ceiling as I stretched and Mom eased from the center of the bed to the side … I could not resist, so I stepped in closely and waived my cockhead at Mom’s mouth. She looked up at me saying, “Oh you are so bad.” And then; she popped my cockhead into her mouth, suckling me like a calf might suckle its mother.

One hand went around my waist rubbing and cupping a butt cheek, the other fondled my balls. After a few moments she did something she’d never done before, she took my cock deep into her mouth abutting her throat, and then she began to swallow allowing my cock to slip into her throat. The sensation was out of this world — soft, wet, pulsating with suction — it pulled me over the edge and the cum burst in hot torrents into her throat as she buried her face into my pubic hair, swallowing and sucking. I heard myself taking deep breaths while I pushed my cock hard into her mouth.

When I finished, she eased my cock out of her mouth and said, “I know I said I was in a hurry this morning, but I’m going to make time for you to eat my pussy. Get down here Jack, start eating my pussy, come see how wet it is for you baby.”

I dropped to my knees, leaned in and lifted Mom’s legs over my shoulders shoving my face directly into her sopping wet pussy. The taste was sensational, musty — earthy — tart and sweet with the scent of spring woodlands. God it was so good, every now and then there would be a slightly acid or acrid taste, I was face deep and it was all so, so good. As I sucked her clit into my mouth rubbing it with the underside of my tongue, she began to buck, burying her fingers into my hair, clamping her legs fiercely around my head I kept licking and sucking as she rode out her orgasm. Finally she lay back on the bed relaxing her legs and I leaned over kissing her fully on the mouth. She gave me a great hug, then stood and went off to the bathroom.

Casey sat up and said, “I swear brother, every time I look up you are eating pussy or getting a blow job. You got to admit, you have it pretty sweet, Huh?”

I jumped onto the bed bouncing across to pull her into my arms and gave her a deep mouth kiss and she kissed me right back — tongue to tongue. When we came apart she said, “Mom’s pussy tastes really good, does mine taste like that?”

“Yes it does, it is simply delicious!”

Casey rubbed my face with her little hand and said, “Brother you need a shave cause you’re pretty stubbly. Tell you what, you go do your morning stuff and shave and I will go downstairs and start coffee and breakfast.”

“That would be great, but you’ve got to be careful of your leg.”

“Don’t worry, I will take it real easy and be extra careful — Ok there big brother?” she said.

With that I went over to my bathroom for a light wash up and shave; by the time I finished a good 30 minutes had passed and I was ready for a cup of coffee. Down the stairs I went, as I turned toward the kitchen I heard voices … odd, one was clearly male. Stepping into the kitchen there sat Casey wearing my big T-shirt that hung by the front door talking quietly with Chuck.

She looked up as I came into the room and said in a shocked tone, “Jack, where are your clothes?”

Chuck turned in his chair, his eyes seemingly drawn to my cock and balls as I walked toward them. I realized that I had to make a decision about this and about Chuck; and I did.

I walked directly to Chuck, doing my best to keep my cock and balls center in his vision, stuck out my hand and said, “I need to shake the hand of the man who’s had his way with my sister.”

Casey, ever the firebrand, jumped up with her hands on her hips saying, “JACK, don’t you dare talk to Chuck like that, I won’t have it!”

I waived Casey back down in her seat and said, “Where’s Mom?”

“She rushed through a few minutes ago, got üsküdar escort some coffee and took off for work saying she was late and had lots to do. Now about Chuck, you know he is very special to me …”

“Sssssh shush, let me speak.” I said and took a seat next to Chuck. Looking at him I wasn’t sure whether he would faint or run. He had that nervous rabbit look and was blushing. “Chuck, I have some things to talk to you about; before I begin I need your promise. A real promise, no bullshit … a straight up promise that what we talk about will never, never be repeated … are you man enough for that?”

Chuck squirmed in his seat looking from Casey to me and finally said, “I can keep my promises. As long as nothing you say hurts Casey, you have my word.” Casey must have read my mind because she reached over and took his hand in hers reassuringly.

“Good!” I stood up and twisted my hips causing my cock and balls to swing wildly from side to side; Chuck eyes followed. “So Chuck, what do you see?”

“Well, ah, ah you don’t have any clothes on and your thing was flopping.”

“Ok close enough. Chuck our home is a nudist home. We go naked here all the time when it’s just our family — Casey, me, our Aunt, a friend of my Mom’s and Mom — we get naked together and we like it that way. What do you think of that?”

As I was talking, Chuck looked searchingly at Casey, to her credit she patted his hand and smiled reassuringly. “Are you really naked all the time Casey?” he asked. To answer his question, Casey stood up and pulled the oversized T-shirt over her head, then carefully stepped back standing proudly naked so he could see all the good parts. “Would you mind seeing me like this?

“No, not at all, you look wonderful …” he said.

“So far, so good.” I said, “Here’s the deal Chuck, Casey is very fond of you. So much so that she would like to include you in our nudist family but there is a problem. If you were to tell anyone outside the family about us you could embarrass Casey and you could harm my Mother’s professional reputation and that would be a r-e-a-l problem, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, I do see how that would be bad. But you have to understand that I would never, never do anything to hurt Casey or your family.”

“Look, I believe that you believe what you’re saying, but what if you and Casey have a falling out. You breakup …” Chuck started to speak, but I cut him off by putting up my hand for silence. “I need to be able to count on you before we let you into our family — think about it, talk it over with Casey. I’m going to walk out to the pool and back; then you can let me know your decision.”

I wandered around in the backyard pool area for a good 15 minutes and then headed back to the house, before I got there Casey and Chuck stepped onto the pool deck both naked as jay birds. Chuck stuck out his hand saying, “You have my word on it Sir, I promise never to say anything to harm your family, never, no matter what might happen.”

“Ok Chuck, we have a deal, welcome to the family.”

“Ah but Sir, I’m afraid that I’ll have a problem.”

“Chuck, are you afraid you’re going to walk around with a hard-on all the time?” I asked.

He blushed again and nodded, Casey giggled like a little girl and I laughed.

“Chuck, the ladies in our family take particular pleasure in causing hard dicks, don’t worry about it, just lean back, let your dick point the way and be proud, you’ll fit right in.”

Sure enough Chuck was as good as his worry, by the time I finished talking his cock was fully erect — a good 6 inches, medium thickness with a big apple red head. Yep, I decided, he’ll fit right in. Casey grabbed his hard cock and said, “Come on big boy, come with me.” At the pool edge she pushed him in and slipped in herself. I watched them play for a while — it was great to see Casey being a kid again.

The morning passed quietly and around noon Aunt Rena showed up. As she came outside I was treated to a startling sight — her pussy was in plain view — a great big, big lipped pussy with almost no hair. Apparently my stare was the most obvious thing as Aunt Rena stopped about 5 feet from my chair, spread her legs a little and said, “Well Mr. Thompson, is this the first time you’ve seen a bare pussy?”

“I’m sorry Aunt Rena, it’s just sort of a shock, I don’t mean to be rude.” I said.

“Not to worry honey boy,” and with that she walked over to my chair and stepped her leg over my legs creating a horseshoe arch placing her pussy within a foot from my face. “Lillian convinced me to do some landscaping between my legs and this is the result — what do you think?”

Just above her clitoral hood was the border between smooth absolutely hair free pussy and a short haired trapezoid above. When I first saw her, her pussy was a wild hairy patch, dense and thick. Now the dense, thick hair remained just neatly trimmed and cut rather short — had you asked me I would have said it gaziemir escort would not be appealing; but no, I found it really interesting, so much so that my mouth had begun to water.

“Aunt Rena, I never thought I’d say this, but it is a thing of beauty!”

“Thank you honey boy; Lillian said she’d be happier eating my puss if it was less hairy so she convinced me to get a sculptured trim and a Brazilian wax on all the other parts. Apparently you should not get a laser hair treatment during the summer, I’m supposed to wait until winter when the laser is said to do a better job. I’ll tell you one thing though; when they pulled the wax off I thought they were pulling my puss out by the roots.”

As she stood there proudly showing me her hairless pussy up close, I reached around her bottom and began to lightly massage her butt cheeks and pulled her pussy into my face. I leaned in and sniffed deeply of her womanhood enjoying the musky sweet odor; then I began kissing her smooth flesh. As I tasted her pussy, I tasted the vanilla scented lotion she used as I lightly licked and sucked her fleshy labia and inner thighs.

She reached down and grasped my head saying, “That’s my sweet boy. I’m so glad you like my puss, just keep on keeping on honey — you are doing me good. And after a few minutes I started licking deeply into her vagina, sucking up her abundant juices, as I held tightly onto her soft bottom cheeks. Her first orgasm came quickly — she pushed her pussy hard against my face and moved her bottom up and down as she moaned loudly. Her juices weren’t abundant like Casey’s or Mom’s but there was a pretty good mouthful, as I swallowed I took her rigid clit into my mouth and ran the back of my tongue over it increasing her moans until she pulled my head away, tilting my face up as she leaned down and kissed me deeply. “God, my pussy tastes good in your mouth!”

“Aunt Rena, why don’t you sit down and rest a minute?” As she did so, I directed her bottom over my stony hard cock and then down on it plunging my cock fully into her vaginal vault. Once my cock hit bottom and was fully buried inside her she bucked a moment and said, “Oh yes, just what I wanted, a nice big cock to fill me up, uuuuuummmmmhhh!”

That’s when I saw Casey and Chuck standing beside my pool chair watching us with big eyes, Chuck’s dick looked like it was going to explode, his big apple red cock head was twitching and dripping while Casey had reached between her legs and was quietly frigging herself with her left hand, her eyes had become squinted and her breathing was raspy.

“Chuck, come here — Chuck come over here.” I said as I positioned him next to the chair and Aunt Rena. He looked at me confused. “Put your dick in her mouth; go on, in her mouth.”

He turned somewhat mechanically, placing his cockhead on Aunt Rena’s lips until she opened her mouth and reached out pulling him further into her. As we sat locked together rocking softly, I watched her tongue working in her mouth, licking, sucking and tasting his dick. Very quickly he reached out grasping her head and began rocking his body as his seed spilled into her mouth. Watching Aunt Rena I saw her throat work as she swallowed his cum. I looked at Chuck and saw Casey was squeezing his hand in hers as he stood there eyes clenched shut the other hand holding Rena’s head as his cock pulsed.

That got my motor running. I stood up holding Aunt Rena close and tight and walked locked together, cock to pussy, over to the big redwood table by the pool. Once there I carefully sat her at the edge, eased her legs over my shoulders and began to pound her pussy relentlessly. Her hands sought to grip the table edge as I pounded her fast and hard. Her pussy was so hot and slick the feeling was really great. Her hot pussy inspired me as I became a blur pounding away, then — the canon went off between my legs as I poured cum deep into her fiery pussy.

As I stood there draining the last drops into Aunt Rena, Casey and Chuck came over. “Casey, I hope that it was Ok with you that I got Chuck’s cock sucked?”

“Actually, it kind of ticked me off and then I remembered that he’s a member of the family and we share, so why not let Aunt Rena suck him off. I loved seeing him shoot his load in her mouth, he really liked it, I could tell.”

“Do you mind if I put him back to work on Aunt Rena?”

Casey looked at me oddly saying, “No I guess not, what do you have in mind?”

Chuck had a somewhat dazed look, I think it must have been due to all the stimuli; after all he’d never had sex like this, never dreamed of it. I reached over and shook his shoulder softly and when he focused his eyes on me, asked “Chuck, could you help me out again, please?”

“Aaah, Ok I guess, what can I do?” he said.

Aunt Rena was lying back on the redwood table, her legs askew dangling over the edge. I pulled Chuck over and pushed him between her legs. His eyes fell on her newly sculpted pussy all swollen and sancaktepe escort red and oozing cum causing his cock to twitch and swell. Boy does youth have its benefits, here I am at 24 needing a rest between bouts and just 5 years younger, Chuck is growing another hard-on just looking at the pussy. Casey walked up beside Chuck and I mimed for her to stroke him, which she did getting him fully hard, his cock pulsing with his heartbeat.

Casey was saying to Chuck, “Oh I am so proud of you, you are such a stud, I saw the way you fucked her face and blew your load in her mouth, I can’t wait for us to get together, I’m really looking forward to you pounding your big cock into my little pussy … Oh Chuck, I’m getting so wet; but first, get in there and fuck Rena until she drops over. You can do it, go big man!”

Chuck stepped forward and drove his cock up to the base, slamming his pubic bone against Aunt Rena’s. She let out a “oooffh” and her eyes grew wide as he continued to assault her pussy. I leaned over the table and said, “Aunt Rena, meet Chuck, he’s Casey’s friend; another bull for the herd so to speak.” Aunt Rena looked into Chuck’s eyes, tightened her legs around his back and smiled the biggest smile as he furiously drove his cock into her pussy.

I took Casey’s arm and we stepped away a few feet, all the while Chuck was rocking Rena’s pussy. It was a bit surreal to be sure. “Honey, don’t be mad at me, but I want to get Chuck fully invested in the family as soon as possible. I know that you and he are going to make lots of love; but if I can get him fucking Aunt Rena and Lillian for a while then he’ll be really invested. Besides, you know he needs the practice to be able to satisfy you properly.”

Casey looked at me sideways and said, “You know Jack, you can be one manipulating bastard.”

“So you are pissed at me, huh?”

“I guess I am; I just wanted to keep him all to myself.” Said Casey, “but you have a point, sweet and loving as he is, he tends to shoot off real easy — so, a little more control would be good. Do you think fucking Lillian and Rena will do it?”

“Baby sister, practice makes perfect and those two can really give him practice.”

“So Jack, how did you get so good — and you know you are good, I had at least five orgasms last night and from the little I know, that almost never happens — so Big Brother, you are good!”

“Practice, practice; do you remember Carol Baker?”

“Kind of … didn’t she babysit for me a couple of times?”

“Yes she did; remember she was short and a little fat with big tits. But more importantly she thought I was the be all end all, which made having sex with her easy. However, turns out that Carol while not the most attractive girl wanted to have an orgasm every time — she was no cum and go girl — more than a little demanding”

In the back ground Chuck was still pounding his cock into Aunt Rena leaning over her on his forearms he’s sucking her big nipples with gusto. Aunt Rena’s head is thrown back, her mouth is open and she is making happy fuck sounds … lots of “ungh, ungh, aaah, aaah, so good baby, so good!”

“Good Lord, look at those two. Chuck is really giving her the business and she looks like one happy girl; you know sis, you may have something really good with him.”

Casey slapped me on the arm saying, “That I already know, now get back to Carol.”

“Oh yeah, she was perfectly willing to fuck me any where any time, but she demanded satisfaction. Rather than be intimidated I told her to tell me what she liked and really wanted and I would do my best. So she did exactly what I asked. I ate that girl’s pussy for hours — we were together the entire summer I was a junior in high school. Honestly we had sex every day, sometimes 2 and 3 times a day that whole summer.”

“That explains why you were never around that summer, for a while I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me.” Said Casey.

“Not a chance baby sister. I’ve loved you since Mom brought you home from the hospital you were always special to me … and you didn’t have those pretty tits and that beautiful pussy then.”

Casey stuck her tongue out at me saying, “God you are a smooth talking devil. I believe you could talk your way out of anything. Oh my, look at them go!”

As we turned to look, Chuck leaned back grasping Aunt Rena’s thighs as he drove his bright red cock into her swollen pussy, then WHAM he stood stock still and pumped his cum into her. She wrapped her legs around his slim torso and said, “That’s it my boy, give it to me, squirt boy, squirt … yesssss.”

Casey went over to him and wrapped her arms around him as his flaccid cock slipped from her swollen pussy. She slowly walked him to the nearest chair and sat him down giving him kisses on his neck and shoulders before sitting on his lap. As they sat together they wrapped each other up in their arms.

I walked up to Aunt Rena and said, “How you doin’ Auntie?”

“Jack, when you recruit a new stud you don’t fool around. I didn’t think that skinny boy could fill the bill, but look at my poor little pussy all red and swollen. Hell, I don’t know if I can walk,” said Aunt Rena.

“I tell you what, how about you and I go to the downstairs bath and I’ll help you get a good hot shower, a little lotion on your sore spots and then you have a nice restful nap, what do you say?”

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“Maybe next time.” The phrase sat in the back of my mind all the next day. What did mom mean by that? Was there to be a next time? And if there were would I fuck Monica if I had the chance? Silly question -of course I would – in a heartbeat! I had fantasies of mom, Monica and me on the same bed. Mom blond and tanned; Monica light skinned, freckled and with her long red hair – it would be a great contrast. But it was only fantasy and I knew it.

My affair with my mother was not without an element of danger. We pretty much knew when to expect that dad would be coming home, but we sometimes got caught up in the heat of things and lost track of time. That was pretty much the case when two days after the Monica episode we were bouncing around on my bed when we heard dad’s Kenworth pull up next to the house. Mom pushed me off her and made a mad dash for her bedroom. I watched as she took a large dildo out the bedside table and then ran back and closed the bedroom door. The front door slammed and I heard, “Honey, I’m home” and my mom hollered “I’m upstairs sweetie.” My door was closed when dad came up the steps, but I could imagine what he saw when he opened his bedroom door and heard mom say, “Hurry up damn it, I expected you an hour ago.” I could hear the noises coming from my parents bedroom and I thought that there was nothing in the world so cruel as to have a hot pussy suddenly pulled off of a hard cock and then have to listen to someone else fuck that same hot pussy. And then I had to laugh; who was I to deny my dad what was his, at least when he was home.

I was hurting. Dad was home on one of his rare three-week layovers. Three weeks without pussy might not seem like a big thing to a lot of people, but I had gone overnight from virgin to two and sometimes three times a day, everyday and with dad home I was going through withdrawal. Mom could tell I was hurting, but she couldn’t help. On Saturday morning I slept late and when I came downstairs I found Monica and her husband Dale having coffee with my folks. Monica’s eyes followed me around the kitchen as I fixed myself some toast and cereal and whenever I looked over at her I got a little half smile almost like she was remembering my hands on her body. I sat at the breakfast bahçelievler escort bar and ate my breakfast and looked at her and I knew that if my dad and her husband weren’t there I would have tried to fuck her. As I had that thought Monica looked over at me and blushed. Could she have read my mind?

Tuesday afternoon when I got home from school mom asked me if I was staying in or going out. I told her I had a Calculus quiz coming up and that I needed to study for it and then I asked her why she wanted to know. “Your dad and I are going out tonight and I just wondered.” I wondered a few things myself. Like would dad be taking her to any of the places she went to when he was gone and what might happen if he did and one of mom’s fuck buddies decided to say hi.

I had my head buried in the Calc book when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to and was surprised to find Monica standing there. “I called your mother to see where we could meet tonight and she told me that she couldn’t go with me. She told me if I couldn’t find anything else to do that maybe you might like some company.” I stood there too stunned to speak and Monica said, “May I come in?”

I was still staring at her as I stepped aside and let her come in. She turned to face me, “I can leave if you want, but I got the feeling the other night from the way you ran your hands over my body that you might like to do it again” and she started to strip. I may have been stunned initially, but as Monica’s clothes started hitting the floor I sure snapped out of it. “I liked the feel of your hands on my breasts Danny, please do it some more.” She stepped toward me and kissed me and I put my hands on her tits and as I caressed them her hands went to my belt and as my pants hit the floor her hands went into my boxers and one of them wrapped around my cock. I ran one hand down her body and she moaned as my fingers found her slit and began to probe. “Where’s your bedroom Danny, get me up to your bedroom honey. I need it, I need it bad.”

In the bedroom she immediately took charge, pushed me back on the bed and went down on me. I ran my hand back down to her pussy and put my fingers back to work and for the bağcılar escort next two minutes as her head went up and down my fingers went in and out. Then Monica gave a loud moan, pulled her mouth of me, climbed over me and sat down on my cock. She bounced up and down on me and I held tight to her waist to keep her from getting too far away from the head of my dick – I didn’t want her coming off of it. After several minutes Monica rolled off of me and pulled me over on top of her, “Fuck me hard Danny, fuck me hard.” Another two minutes went by and I couldn’t hold back any longer and I let my load loose. Monica cried, “No Danny, not yet, please not yet, I’m almost there” so I did what I did to my mom when the same thing happened. I pulled my cock out of Monica’s hot box, spun around and went down on her. I worked on her clit and pushed a finger up her ass and she went crazy and screamed as her body bucked and twisted with her climax.

When she had calmed down I moved up beside her and was lowering my mouth to take in one of her nipples when she said, “Did your mother teach you that?”

“What?”

“Did your mother teach you to eat pussy like that?”

The lie was on my lips, but before I could utter it she said, “I wasn’t totally out of it the other night. I heard her when she told you to be careful and not get me all hot and bothered or you might have to take care of both of us. A couple of seconds later she said what’s the matter, momma not enough for you anymore. That could only have meant one thing.” She saw the answer on my face and she said, “I sure wish I had her courage. I’d love to make love to Troy, but I can’t so I guess you will just have to be my young stud. You don’t mind do you? Will you be my young stud horse?” We fucked twice more before she had to leave. “We will do this again, right?” I told her that I would be more than happy to help her out whenever she could arrange it. She gave me a passionate kiss that made my cock hard again and I pulled her down and fucked her again on the floor just inside the front door.

I was in bed but not asleep when my parents came home. I heard the sounds from their bedroom and since I knew what mom looked ümraniye escort like when she made those sounds I got hard again. I was just nodding off when I heard my bedroom door open, “Are you awake baby?” she whispered. She got on the bed and I felt her hand search for my cock. When she got her hand around it she said, “Did you like my present baby?” She pulled the covers off me. “What does she taste like?” and she lowered her head and sucked in my cock. I panicked and tried to push her away, but she said, “Relax baby. As long as I can hear him snoring we will be okay.” She went back to sucking my cock and in about three or four minutes I gave her what little Monica had left me. She kissed me, “Sleep tight baby” and then she went back to her own room.

My first class the next day wasn’t until eleven so I slept late. When I came downstairs mom was at the sink doing dishes and watching dad cut the grass in the backyard. “Morning baby, have a good night last night?” I just smiled at her. “You just make sure that you save enough for me.”

I walked over and kissed her on the back of the neck, “Don’t you worry, you’re primary, she’s just back up.”

“Speaking of back up, if you raised up my housecoat you would find that I have nothing else on and you father is where we can keep an eye on him.”

I raised her housecoat to her waist and she spread her legs and I moved between them. It was so wild to be fucking her while she was bent over the sink begging me to fuck her harder and to make her cum while we watched my dad work in the yard. When I came she turned around and went to her knees, “Keep your eyes on him baby” and she went to work sucking my cock to get me hard again. I fucked her one more time as we watched him trim the rose bushes and when we were through she asked how things had gone the previous night. I gave her a step by step rundown on what had happened, including the fact that Monica knew about us. She grinned, “I wasn’t sure if she would come over or just treat it as my kidding around. I’m not going to lose you to her, am I?”

“Are you kidding? I going to give up something that I only have to cross the hall to get for something I’d have to go across town to get? Not likely. My only worry is that Troy will find out and want you in trade.”

Mom’s expression changed, “You think he would want me?”

It was my turn to be quiet and then I said, “That’s not the question here mom. The question on the table is do you want him?”

She smiled at me.

“You slut you.”

She patted my cheek, “Yes baby, but that’s what you love about me, isn’t it?”

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I had just come home during my first break from college. I loved that I was now 18 and away from home to make my own decisions and live my own life but I still loved my Mom and Dad and had been looking forward to seeing them, especially my dad.

Daddy and I froze when Mommy opened my bedroom door. We were caught. We were both naked as the day we were born. Dad was on his back and I was sitting on his cock facing his feet. My hands were on his knees, his hands were on my hips and I was bouncing up and down the length of his stiff prick. My 34-B tits were bouncing up and down on my chest.

I probably fucked myself on his flag pole three or four times after the door opened before Dad and I understood what had just happened and were able to stop. It was hard to stop because I was right on the edge of a fabulous orgasm. Holly shit, were we in a pack of trouble. Would she rush over and pull up apart? Would she throw me out of the house? Would she throw Dad out and çeşme escort divorce him? I bet that the same thoughts were going through his mind. Dad’s cock was starting to soften even though it was still deep in my pussy.

Mom walked over to the bed. I was dreading what might happen next. She pushed my shoulders causing me to fall back so that my back was against Dad’s chest. Mom got on the bed.

“Don’t just lay there John. Fuck the little slut.”

Then she dropped her face between my legs. Her tongue parted my labia and found my clit just above my fuck hole that still had Dad’s cock in it. She licked and I jerked and moaned. My cunt muscles contracted around Dad’s prick and his man meat started to harden again. He reached around me, grasped my tits and squeezed. He rolled my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I love someone doing that to me. He started sliding in and out of my cunt again. Mom licked my clit and başakşehir escort every once in a while dropped down a little and licked Dad’s shaft as it plugged my teen twat.

It wasn’t long before Dad was moaning and telling us that he was going to come. It put me over the edge and I flooded myself with girl cum. I usually like it when Daddy comes deep in my pussy but this time Mom told him to pull out and shoot his cum on the outside. He did and he soaked my slit and my pubic hair with his thick spunk. Mom proceeded to lick his stuff off of me till there was not a drop left. Finally Mom stripped off her slacks. Then she moved and sat on Dad’s face and he licked her to a hard orgasm while I watched. She came all over his face. She asked me if I wanted to clean him up. When I didn’t offer, she did the job of licking her cum off of his face herself, frequently kissing him as she slurped all of the wet spots.

“I was wondering küçükçekmece escort how long it would be before you two were going at it like stray dogs. Have I missed a lot of the fun?”

We all sat on the bed and talked. They admitted to me that they were swingers and had been sharing their bodies with other people for years but they were very careful not to let me find out about it. Mom got me to tell them that I had been fucking with my last two boyfriends. Mom asked us how long Dad and I had been screwing but neither of us offered an answer and she did not press the matter.

Mom and Dad got off my bed and holding hands went to their room. It wasn’t a half hour before I heard a lot of loud noise from their room. Dad was grunting and Mom was telling him to fuck her harder and deeper. One thing I remembered Mom saying was, “Show me how you like to fuck our daughter.” A couple of minutes later it was quiet again.

The next couple of days were sexually wild but then I had to go back to school. When the next break came I brought Ted home with me. At first he was surprised that Mom and Dad allowed him to sleep in my bed with me. One time just before we went back to school we wound up swapping. Ted fucked Mom and Dad and I fucked. We spent the night in each other’s beds and the next morning we had a good conversation about the night.

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